Hi! I’m Kai! I am 29, Canadian, use she/her pronouns, and always welcome new friends!
Most posts will be some form of NSFW, so 18+ only. I will block you if there is no age in your bio.
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Here are who I have written for:
Matt Murdock
Foggy Nelson
Frank Castle
Dean Winchester
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I couldn’t think of happy fluff?? But soft is soft!! I hope it’s good!
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No-one had seen Matt in days. The others told you it was normal. That it just… happened sometimes. But, your gut urged you to believe this time was different.
You take an early lunch and cab over to his place, letting yourself in with the spare key, hidden in a hole behind the door frame. The Devil suit is scattered across the floor now, in a lazy trail to the bedroom.
Peeking into the room, you see the sheets are on the floor, and there’s a dozing Matt, tucked in sweatpants and all. He’s curled up in the middle of the bed, knees to his chest.
“Oh, Matty” you hum, and crawl in on your belly, and lay with your head facing his. You brush some hair from his face, and his nose scrunches. Your name is a faint whisper on his lips.
“I’m here.” your voice is now a hair above the sound of a breath. Matt moves slightly, nudging closer to you, squeezing his eyes closed. You survey his tense form, trying to see through the layer of clothes to any injuries that could have him like this.
“M’fine” he mumbles, feeling your eyes on him. his nose scrunches again, a frown pulling at his lips. He’s crumbling inside this time. He doesn’t respond to you.
“You know you can tell me what’s going on in there, right?” you tap his head.
“...”
“Right?” you rake your fingers through his hair.
There is the smallest nod, but he doesn't speak. You leave him alone for a little, just to come back with some water and toast, not sure when he last ate. He’s sitting up now, against the wall, and he quietly takes what you give him as you sit beside him, and put your arm around him to hold him close while he nibbles.
You sit like that for hours, stroking his back, or playing with his hair, soothing him.
“Thank you for being here” he breathes, head on your shoulder.
“Of course, Matty. You're my family. I’m always here. No matter where. No matter when.”
“You’re my family too.” he says, his voice cracking ever so lightly.
Author’s note: Uhm this is an idea I’ve been stuck with for ages and I had to do it!! Also it is mostly unedited so I apologize in advance of anything is wrong.
Tags: @bunnywritesmarvel
NSFW
Reblogs and Feedback are greatly appreciated and highly encouraged.
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Ever since Murdock had opened his mouth in the courtroom, Frank had been struck with a sense of familiarity. He had spent weeks- months even, trying to place where he knew his voice from. It took him a while, but after yet another rooftop dalliance with the man in horns, he had an epiphany. But, first. He needed Confirmation. And he knew exactly how to get it.
UNPOPULAR OPINION: A lot of "mental health issues" disappear when bills are paid, rent is secure, and the fridge is full. Peace is expensive. And pretending money doesn't affect mental health is privilege.
Friendly reminder that there are actual time constraints with writing and busting out TENS OF THOUSANDS of words per week while you’re a functioning human being leans closer to impossible than possible.
A 5,000+ word count is high for consistent production. Especially when you get into the 10,000 word count.
On top of eating. And sleeping. And showering. Taking care of yourself. Taking care of your pets. Tv time. Hanging out with friends and family. Errands. Sick days. Bad days. Good days. Work. Making food. Putting your phone down. Not being in the mood to write.
My 116,000 word novel has taken me 1.5 years to write.
Writing includes research and editing and thought.
10,000 words takes well over a week unless you can sit down and get to it as a full-time gig.
So if you see someone churning out 10,000 words+ per week back to back to back, keep things in mind.
If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.
Writers have real life obligations to tend to on top of writing. We can’t manifest a billion words at the snap of a finger. It doesn’t work like that.
Be HONEST if you’re using AI in your shit so people can choose what they want to consume. You owe that to your readers.
The desperate thumping on the thermostat is what woke you up that morning, and immediately, you felt the damp stickiness of the heat in the air. You sigh and peel yourself out of the bed, tying your hair up. More angry thumping and grunts. You walk out through the bedroom door, and there is the best damn sight you've seen all week. Frank castle, in nothing but his boxers, tense muscles coated in sweat.
“C’mon, you fuckin piece o’ shit” He grunts, nearly ripping the small box off the wall.
“Did you ask nicely first?” you tease, and he stands, muscles untensing, a deep chuckle leaving him.
“Mornin, Sweet Cheeks.” he says. “Welcome to hell.” he turns around to look at you, running his hands through his sweaty hair. You can't help but find the moment somewhat intoxicating.
“I mean, it is the kitchen. Bound to get hot sometime” your joke causes an eye roll and pulls a soft groan from Frank. You walk over and give his shoulder, then his cheek a kiss, before heading to the kitchen to take an inventory of what was ready to eat. If you had to turn the stove on you swore you were going to cry. Hopping on the counter with the melon slices you found in the fridge- you melt at the cold refreshing taste.
“Do you think it’s just us?”
“No, I went to ask the neighbours, and the whole hallway is twice as hot. I’ve already called the landlord.” he says, stealing a slice of melon from you, happily inhaling it. “I’m going to help him on the roof to get it fixed. You alright down here all on your lonesome, doll?”
“Mm i don't know,” you hum. “A cold shower, and maybe I will continue your assault on the wall and thermostat. Try to get the temp down a little in here. I don't feel like being slow roasted today.”
Frank laughs, and pulls you to him, finger under your chin, placing a soft kiss on your lips, pulling away after a few moments. “Alright alright. I’ll come back down for some lunch, a little later.” He soons pulls on track pants, and his classic white tank. You grab his tool box from under the sink, and he smacks your ass before taking it and marching out the door to head up.
In his absence, you flick all the lights down, pulling all but one set of blinds closed before you hit the cold shower. The relief from it lasts as long as getting out, and throwing on that almost sheer pajama set in the corner of your closet.
There’s barely a sound around but the usual traffic outside as you’re making lunch, using up the cold cuts in the fridge. Then there is a door creak, and you hear the toolbox thud, Frank kicking his boots off.
“It’s going to take a lot more elbow grease to fix that monster.” he sighs, walking into the kitchen as you lean up on your toes, arms reaching into the cupboard above. There’s an amused sigh from your man as he walks up behind, closer and closer. Then his hands are on your hips, and you let out a shriek. His hands are like ice.
“Oh, I’m sorry” he coos “are my hands cold, princess?” His cold hands travel around your torso, and up, welcome shivers sliding along your spine as they reach your tits, and squeeze, pulling the softest moan from you.
“Frank..?”
“Old man brought a couple beers to keep us cool” he explains, fingers playing at your nipples. You squirm lightly, and manage to break away.
“L-Lunch” you stammer, and then you slip over to the fridge, as Frank’s hands now entertain one of the sandwiches you had made. A thought crosses your mind. Then a smirk.
Revenge?
Revenge.
You slip your hand into the freezer, and close it as fast as you can, you hesitate, the numb cold in your hand growing. You slide towards him, and in less than a breath, you drop the icecube into the front of his pants, and pull away.
Within a single second, Frank lets out a yelp. He stares at you as he dances around the kitchen, wiggling the icecube out from his pant leg before sending it under the fridge with his foot.
“You little..” He trails off, and his eyes darken a little. Oh no.
“two can play at that one.” Frank practically growls, and in seconds, he’s got you thrown over his shoulder, and is thudding towards the bedroom. He stops at the base of the bed, and yanks the blankets off before dropping you onto it.
“Hands at the headboard.” You don’t follow his words immediately, but one warning glare from him is enough to have your arms above your head. He heads to the closet and pulls out his cuffs, from back when he’d taken the police uniform.
“Frank..” you breathe. You know you’ve done it now.
“Don’t worry, Princess.” he hums, “you’re only getting what you deserve.” The sickly sweet tone of his voice fills you with a mix of dread and arousal. He circles the cuffs around part of the headboard, and secures them to your wrists.
Frank’s large, hard hands run down your arms, to your chest, stopping to fondle your tits, before trailing down the rest of your body as he walks towards the door. He pauses, looking back at you with a smirk, before he leaves you in the room, in silence.
He’s gone for what feels like ages, but is only minutes. He slides back inside, with a bowl, and a glass of scotch. He sets the bowl beside you on the bed, letting it balance. Frank has slipped his shirt off, and is Standing at the end of the bed, muscles flexing as he takes a sip from his glass.
You can’t help but squirm under his eyes, pulling lightly on the cuffs. Your heart is pounding, and your arousal, mixed with the broken AC has you impossibly hot. Frank’s eyes don't leave your body as he stands there, gingerly sipping. When you whine, he lowers the glass from his lip, and arches an eyebrow.
“Please,” You beg, twisting and turning. Frank’s lips twitch at a smirk, and he tosses his head back to down what's left of his drink, before he’s pushing your legs apart and climbing over you, ripping the weak fabric off your torso. His hand then cups your chin, and he stares into your eyes for a moment before kissing you, his tongue slightly cooler from the drink you can still taste on it. He dominates the kiss, his tongue tormenting yours,as he moves his thigh against your cunt.
When you sigh into the kiss, he pulls himself away, and sits back on his knees. His hands move behind him, and then he comes back, and pops a small ice cube into his mouth. Your heart all but stops at the thought. You watch as he sucks it into nothing, and then leans down, a single drop rolling off his lip, landing on your skin and you swear you almost hear a sizzle. You shiver, and watch as he lowers his lips to your throat, pressing his now freezing lips to your neck, kissing, sucking his way along, each kiss cooling you for but a moment.
Soon he’s bored with just the kisses, and he sits up again, picking up a whole Icecube in his hand, squeezing it for a moment. He opens your mouth by cupping your face, and lets a few drops fall onto your needy tongue, before he holds the cube between his fingers. He smirks at you, and his arm reaches out, swirling the cube along your throat, around each of the red and purple marks he had sucked home along your neck, and collarbone. Then, as your chest heaves in shivers and breaths, he traces it to your nipple, and around a few times.
Your wines egg him on, and as he switches which nipple is being iced, his warm mouth captures the other again, he repeats the pattern until the small cube is gone. He licks up the water left behind, and once again he leaves you. The next cube is smaller. He lays it between your breasts to melt, the cold running through your chest.
“Whas-a-matter princess?” he coos insincerely, as he massages your thighs, sitting back on his knees, watching you squirm from the cold. His cock is straining against his sweatpants, and he palms it while he waits for your reply.
“ ‘s cold, Frankie” you whine, gasping as you tilt and the water runs along over the curve of your breast.
“Hmm.” he says, bringing a hand to the waistbands of your shorts before pulling them free of your legs, and behind him. His hand slides slowly up your thigh, still a little chilled from the ice. “Then I guess you should've thought about that before pulling that lil stunt.”
Your lip sticks out in a pout, and you give him your best puppy dog eyes. “Don’t give me that look, princess.” He hums, and his hand cups your dripping core, fingers slipping through your folds. The pout is gone as fast as it came, your face relaxing as he touches you. Your eyes flutter shut, as a finger slips inside of you. He pumps his hand just long enough to pull a moan from you before he’s licking the finger clean. He shifts his stance, and pulls the bowl between his knees. He sinks his fingers into the ice water, watching you.
Your mouth drops open as he shakes his hand off, and moves it back to your pussy. You inhale sharply as his now ice cold fingers run along your heated core, before diving inside. The cold feeling causes you to jerk slightly, and it draws a chuckle from Frank. He waves his thumb at you as his fingers pump in and out, and you wait with baited breath for the contact. And he is very happy to oblige. The cold on your clit is a new sensation, and you moan out as he starts making short circles with his thumb, your hips following his movements.
“That’s a proper princess” he hums, his free hand back to palming himself through his sweatpants, watching you squirm, whine, and moan under his touch. He always got a surge of a little something extra when he had you like this, at the mercy of his touch. Of any thoughts he may think. His eyes stare at you hungrily, and you try to keep eye contact, but his gaze is intense, and the steady, overwhelming heat growing inside of you pulls your eyelids closed.
“S-So close, so..” you chant the words like a prayer, and Frank laughs, his thumb speeding up the circles, his fingers pumping even faster. He’s going to give you what you need. You’re teetering on the edge,when there’s a shocking icey drip, out of nowhere. You cry out as it pushes you into your orgasm, your arms pulling at the cuffs holding you to the bed. He rubs you through the orgasm, and as you come down, he trails the ice along your thighs, closer and closer to your fluttering cunt.
Frank leans over to kiss you for the first time in a while, and his hand brings the ice up. The second it touches your folds, you’re bucking your hips against him, but stop when you meet his eyes, a stern frown on his face. When your hips still fully, he smirks, and works the ice slowly up to your clit, running circles around the stimulated bud, before running it over. Your legs tremble, as the cold against your clit, sparks a fire inside of you.
“Frank…” you whine,
“Mmm?”
“Frank, please, fuck me. Fuck me.” you plead, spreading your legs as far as you can, enticing him to bring his cock home.
“Temptin, princess, So tempting.” he hums, running his hands through your hair. “Such a pretty pussy does deserve a good pounding…” he says absently. “But not yet. I’m starving.” He pulls away from you and drinks down some of the cold water, and then slides off the end of the bed, falling between your legs,pressing chilled kisses along your thigh, leaving marks to match your neck.
There’s another pause as he reaches for the bowl, and pops more ice into his mouth. He sucks it for a moment before hiding what’s left under his tongue. His hungry eyes scan your body as his tongue dives between your folds, your eyes fluttering shut, the sight of him between your legs lingering in your closed eyes for a moment. His lips close around your sensitive clit and begin to suck, the Freezing water slipping around your clit, and through his lips, slowly sliding, dripping down your folds. You arch your hips into his mouth, and a hand raises, dripping from the bowl beside him. He slides his hand across your body, pulling shiver after shiver from your body, between every moan, whine, or mewl he heard from you.
He pops off your clit with a smirk, and replaces the ice under his tongue before shifting back down to your core, his tongue lapping at your juices before finding its way into your hole, while he rubs his warm nose against your throbbing bud. You pull at your handcuffs, whining. You want nothing more than to grip those brown curls and push him in further. Your legs begin to twitch again as you grow close to your second orgasm, and you bring them up, placing your thighs along either side of his head. You slide your feet down, and try to push his sweatpants off, only you don’t get far by the time you cum again, your thighs locking up around his head.
“Frank!” You cry out, so loud you know your poor neighbours have heard. there’s not a care in the world from Frank though. He stays there, lapping up your juices, patiently waiting for your trembling thighs to release him. When they do, he sits up, and grins.
“There we go, princess.” He sheds his sweatpants and walks back to the head of the bed, setting the bowl on the table. He unlocks your hands, and kisses your wrists, rubbing them gently.
“You did so well for me..” he leans down to kiss you, and after stretching your arms, your hand finds his cock and wraps around it, pumping gently. Frank hisses at the sensation, his angry cock finally getting the attention he denied it.
“My turn?” You plead, and he shrugs a nod.. You swing your legs off the edge of the bed, and he watches you with bated breath as you reach into his half melted bowl of ice, and slip a small piece into your mouth and under your tongue as he had.
You smirk at him as you twirl your cold tongue around the tip of his cock, and his whole body shudders at the sensation, and his hand slides into your hair, holding it back while holding your head gently. You run your tongue along his aching cock for a while, giggling gently everytime it twitches.
The grip Frank has on your hair tightens in his impatience, and you can’t help but roll your eyes a little before taking him into your mouth, lips wrapping snugly around his cock. He grunts under his breath as you start to move your head along his length. Frank groans as the ice fades away, your mouth warming up around him. He starts to guide you a little more, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, pushing past the threshold slowly.
Your eyes sting with tears as you adjust to the intrusion, and a rough thumb wipes them away, and he backs off for a moment, but your hands grip his ass and pull him back to you. He rumbles out a deep chuckle.
“That’s a good lil princess. Take it all.” He guides your head farther this time, until your nose is pressed strong against him. He paused in his movements for a moment, gazing down at you. He loves how you look, tears and sweat rolling across your face while your mouth is stuffed with him.
“So pretty like this Hmm?” He praises, thumb stroking your cheek for a moment, before he pulls back, and starts to fuck into your throat. Gently at first, building into a more brutal pace, and your one hand reaches into the bowl, covering your hand, before dragging it down his body while he continues to fuck your throat.
Frank grins down at you, as his pace finally slows. He pulls back from you, watching the trail of drool from the tip of his cock, to the tip of your tongue.
“Alright. Face down ass up. Now. Gonna give you what you want, doll.” You don’t have to be told twice. In a matter of seconds, your face is nestled into the sheets below, your ass in the air, your hole dripping with desperation.
Frank takes his time to climb onto his knees behind you, one hand kneading your ass as he ruts against your hips, thick cock running through your folds, collecting your slick. His hand leaves your ass, and then one at a time, two ice cubes are placed on either ass cheek. You shiver and press back against him with a whine, and the ice makes its way slowly down your ass, down the curve of your back.
You’re so distracted by the trailing cold behind you, that you barely register he moved, until his cock has bottomed out inside of you. You groan happily, adjusting to the filled feeling.
“Frank,” you whine, and he chuckles at your pleading, and drags his cock back out, before slamming right back into you, setting a ruthless pace, his hand coming down hard on your ass, leaving a nice Frank-sized hand print.
“ ‘S tight for me princess.” He grunts out, adding a few more spanks to your cheeks, before he leans forward, pushing the ice down around your neck. His hand grips your hair, arching you back into him. Your cries are filling the air, you’re overheating inside and out, as your orgasm grows once more. Your hand fumbles for the bowl, but after a particularly hard thrust from Frank, it spills down your chest, and you shiver, the mixed sensations yet again sending you over the edge. Your orgasm washes over you, and your cunt contracts around the cock fucking you.
“There you go, so good, so good” Frank grunts, pulling you back against him as his thrusts stutter, but he keeps going, his hand running down your cool skin, fingers back to your nipples. His breath is hot against your ear, and he swears under his breath as his cock finds home inside you, throbbing as he fills your cunt with his seed. You both sit like that for a while, chests heaving as you come down from your highs.
Frank moves, arm holding you against him,as he stands. You whine in overstim, as his softening cock moves inside of you. He gently hushes you and carry’s you to the bathroom just steps away, and turns on the nice cool water, finally pulling you free of his cock to set you in the shower to cool down from the day, and the fucking. He slips in behind you, and gently washes you up with a soft hand towel.
“Frank?” You humm as his hands change to massage your head with shampoo.
“Yes, doll?” He peppers a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
“I hope the AC isn’t fixed until tomorrow..” You hum. He laughs.
“Oh you liked that Hm?” He lightly swats your ass before spinning you under the water to rinse your hair.
“Yeah, I did. But this time? I want you tied down and helpless.” You hum, patting his chest. Your words prompt his eyebrows to arch and smirk to form.
“ If you think you can handle it...you got it, princess.” He hummed and kissed you before ensuring you’re steady on your feet, slipping from the shower. He needed to get back to the roof before the old man came lookin.
“I’ll see ya for dinner. Try not to use all the ice up.” He teases from the other room before you hear the thudding of him putting his boots on and leaving. You finish your shower and sit yourself onto the sofa in your towel, mind swimming with the events of the afternoon.
When you finally hear the unit start to whir to life up on the roof, you grin and head to the kitchen. You had some ice to get ready.
