ddk_mod (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ddk_mod) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
daredevilkink2015-08-14 07:00 pm
ddk_mod) wrote in daredevilkink2015-08-14 07:00 pm
Entry tags:
Prompt Post #6
HEAD OVER TO PROMPT POST #7.
Keep filling prompts on this post! Make sure to link any new fic on the complete or work in progress fills posts so it doesn't get missed.
Please read the current rules before commenting on this post.
Previous Rounds: Prompt Post #1 | Prompt Post #2 | Prompt Post #3 | Prompt Post #4 | Prompt Post #5
AO3 Collection | Searchable Prompts on Delicious | Fills: Completed & WIPs
Rules:
- General
- YKINMKATO. Play nice. If you don't like something, scroll on.
- All comments must be anon. If you would like to be politely banned to avoid anon-failing, leave a logged-in comment on the mod post or pm the mod account.
- Subject lines should only be changed if you're posting a prompt or a fill (indicators like OP or Author!Anon should go in the body of the comment).
- RPF is allowed. Crossovers, characters from the extended Marvel Universe and comics canon are allowed, but must relate to the 2015 TV show in some way.
- Discussion not related to the prompt should be moved to the discussion/off-topic post.
- Drop a comment on the mod post if you have any questions or problems.
- Prompts
- All types of prompts are welcome.
- Use the subject line for the main idea of your prompt (pairing or characters, keywords, kink).
- Warnings are nice, but not mandatory. Get DW Blocker if there's anything you really don't want to see.
- Reposted prompts are allowed once one round has passed - i.e., prompts from post #2 cannot be reposted until post #4. Please include a link to where it has been previously posted.
- Fills
- Put [FILL] or something similar in the subject line when posting a fill.
- Announce your fill on either the Completed Fills Post or the WIP Post.
- Long fills can either be posted over multiple comments, or posted on AO3 and linked back here.
- Multiple fills are always okay.
- Fills can be anything! Fic, art, vids are all welcome.
- If it wasn't written specifically for the prompt, it doesn't count as a fill. You are welcome to provide a link to already existing fic that does fit the prompt, in case the prompter hasn't seen it, but it doesn't count as a fill.
Let Me Go (Down) - Third and Complete Fill
(Anonymous) 2016-01-12 05:29 am (UTC)(link)You can also find it at AO3.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5702755
+ + + +
Claire sways over him, a column of flame that directs him, a wave continually breaking against him. He’s surrounded by, glutted on the feedback of her body. It’s hard to hear anything over the pounding of blood in her veins (over the slick sounds of his mouth against her, over his own staggered breathing, the creak of the bed frame as her weight shifts) and he happily confines his senses to this room, this woman, this moment. To one hand braced low on her belly, controlling her forward thrusts, to the other sliding up her spine; the tips of her hair brush against the tips of his fingers as she tosses her head. To the taste of her pleasure, the openness of her body and the answering demand of his.
Above him she pitches forward as he thrusts his tongue as deep as it’ll go; her fingernails rasp against the wall she braces against as he swirls and laps and sucks at her, ready to guide her over the edge again. His hands are big enough that he can just shift his thumb down a little and have her clit within reach. Her voice rises, the siren beckoning even as her body is the ship that will be dashed against the rocks. And he answers the call, urging her on, and on, and on until she shatters.
+
He enjoys this too much. Not that she’s complaining. Really. She’s never had a partner more (single-minded?) (enthusiastic?) (thorough?) dedicated to…
“Oh. Oh, I can’t think when you do that. Matt…oh god, Matt –” It’s so simple a thing, just the barest tips of his two fingers stroking over and through the wetness between her legs (hers, his, theirs), but it’s too soon. Too much. Too little. Too…something. “Matt, please…”
He listens. Turns his hand and cups his palm against her, providing a steady heat. Steady pressure. Doesn’t rob her of sensation entirely, just tempers it. Claire sighs heavily and relaxes, closing her legs to hold him close.
“How are those toes?” Matt slides up the bed, lets her tuck herself under his shoulder, rest against his side, pillow her head on his arm.
“Tingling.” She stretches out, enjoying the weight of her body, the heat of his. The heat of the sun on her back. The light shining through his hair, playing along his soft smile.
“And you?” The arm supporting her head curls up behind her, strokes over her shoulder, her hair. “Is the third time going to be a charm, or are you thinking about tapping out?”
“Depends.” The lovely thing about having the days of not-having-had-the-sex-talk behind them is that Matt takes the ebb and flow of her desire at face value. “We keep going now, I’ll probably still be full tonight.” Full. Satisfied. Satiated. Not that she’ll have had anywhere close enough to him, but their libidos don’t always align and he is not good at being selfish. If they keep going now, then tonight all she’ll really crave is a good cuddle. (Not that she wouldn’t still suck him until he’s a puddle on the sheets, and happily, too.)
“On?” He nuzzles at her hairline, the picture of patient manhood, as if he weren’t hard and damp against her belly.
“On whether you want enthusiastic participation or undivided attention later tonight.”
It’s not the same, the way he brings his face close to hers, rests his forehead against hers and allows her to look her fill; doesn’t hold the same impact it would if he could meet her eyes. But Claire knows by now the way Matt holds himself while thinking, while contemplating his options or his answers. And she does so love to watch him. (Loves how completely unguarded she can allow her own expressions to be around him.)
“Up to you. Missed you too much to be picky.”
Mmm… She smiles, presses it against his skin so he can feel it. “In that case, I’m just taking a breather. What about you? Any…tingling in your extremities?”
His laugh rumbles through his chest (rumbles into hers). “That’s probably a slight understatement, but I doubt there’s any permanent damage happening.”
“Want a second opinion?” Her hand drifts lazily from where it rests on his chest, down, along those ever so masterfully detailed abs (mmm…), play around his almost an outtie belly button –
His hand stops hers, fingers tangling with her, raising their hands to face level where he ghosts kisses over her knuckles. “Thank you, but I have the situation in hand.”
“Well in hand.” She tightens her thighs around his hand, pressing herself into his palm.
“Got your breath back, then?”
“Something like that.”
+
He’s gentle again, fingertips exploring every bare inch of her, dancing over her face, testing the texture of her skin and the give of her muscles. He holds her down for teasing, searching kisses but allows her to hold him in turn. She uses her grip on his hair to guide him where she wants. (She has always been honest in her desires, and he’s always been responsive to her.)
He slides an arm behind her back, arching her up towards his mouth so that he can nibble at her breasts. His hands shape her, cradle her, while…
“Are you praying down there?” The way his lips move against her is…distinct.
Matt answers with a swirl of tongue around her nipple that’s entirely sinful, and has her arching towards him like a plant towards the sun. Only when she’s breathless and boneless does he actually reply. “Is your body not a temple?”
“Religious puns.” She takes deep breaths, trying to order her thoughts. “We need to get you laid more.”
“Working on it.” He bites at her jawline, palms her breast so that he can test its weight. “My beloved is dark and lovely, altogether beautiful, without flaw.” And he sinks back down, presses open kisses to her cleavage, digs his fingers in and drags them down her body. “Let me feed amongst the lilies until day dawns and my head is soaked with dew…” His hand cups her once more, but this time he rocks his palm into her, sending pulses of (heat) (need) (flame) sensation straight through her.
“Jeeesus, Matt.”
“You might want to watch out for blasphemy.” Matt returns to his second-favorite place, face tucking into her neck while his fingers slide into her, filling her perfectly. (Sometimes she thinks she likes his fingers more than she likes his cock.) And Matt has learned how to use his hands, how to twist his fingers, where to press, to rub, to curl…
+
Claire shudders apart under him, breath harsh and fast while her fingers curl into his back with aching desperation. He sees her through it, lips pressed to her pulse and hands stilled. It’s not just her fingers that cling, that pull at him; the slick walls of her sex pull and grasp and ripple… Her sharp sounds of pleasure work their way out of her throat in much the same way, and he can’t help the way he mouths at her.
It makes her clasp tighter. Makes her grab his wrist and hold him exactly where she needs. And she keeps him there while her body shivers and shakes and the tremors move from her to him. (He wants her, wants inside her in whatever way she chooses, but she’s not done.) He doesn’t dare move, doesn’t dare interrupt her or pounce on her or –
The room is getting hot now, and smells almost entirely of Claire. Oh, he’s in there too – dirty clothes, sweat, aftershave, the salty/tangy scent of…impatience. But mostly it’s her. Her skin, her lotion, her hair, her body… He’s surrounded by her even as she’s trapped beneath him, her pulse settling, lungs slowing.
She stills for just an instant, then shouts, once, as she hitches her hips into the palm of his hand. (Claire’s orgasms do not normally come so closely together. Normally she prefers space between, a chance to rest, to talk, to exchange soft touches. Or desperate touches.)
“Oh! Oh!” Her thighs clamp down hard enough to make his hand ache…and then she subside, the taut arch of her body dropping to the mattress without any grace. “Ohhh… Holy hell, Matt.” She presses awkward kisses against the side of his head. “Holy…shit.”
+
She rides him, after. Drags him back to the edge of the bed where he can brace his feet against the floor as she climbs into his laps and sinks down on him. He tries to protest – she doesn’t have to, she must be tired, this won’t last long, she generally doesn’t like going without a condom – but his body tells her all she really needs to know. (His legs spread to better balance them, his arm is clamped around her back like a steel restraint, and he buries his face against her skin.) And he’s also right because she doesn’t have to, she is tired, this is most definitely not going to last. But there’s a shower waiting at the other end so the resulting mess is less significant to her than it might otherwise be.
Besides, it’s hardly as if he’s earned the way she sinks down over his cock. (This isn’t a barter system where orgasms for her earn privileges for him.) She wants him inside her.
It simply feels more…complete.
(As for being tired, he does all the work. She just has to hold on.)
+
They shower together, lingering under the lukewarm water even though they spend more time stepping on each others toes than they do trading caresses and stolen kisses. After, Matt rubs lotion into her shoulders, and she smoothes moisturizer into his cheeks. They dress (she in a sundress that leaves her shoulders bare, he in a pair of holey jeans that she most definitely approves of), and Claire complains about the lateness of the hour relative to peak produce buying times at the farmers’ market. Matt teases her about how much later they’ll be after she makes them stop for coffee on the way there.
It’s not until they’re on the street, fingers loosely clasped and Matt’s “nothing special to see here” disguise in the form of his cane tapping along before them that Matt clears his throat.
“Claire?”
“Mmm?” She wants to make waffles with mango salsa tomorrow, but can’t remember if she has any agave syrup.
“This may seem…forward –”
“Oh no, anything but that.” He sounds adorably hesitant, and he’s blushing a little, which considering where his cheeks were an hour ago is ridiculous but still endearing.
“ – but are you wearing any panties?”
She settles her hand more comfortably in his while she decides how she wants to answer that. “Supersenses can’t tell you?” Not that she would have chosen a skirt with multiple layers for anything other than fashion. Certainly not for the express purpose of messing with him.
“That’s not an answer.”
“I suppose it isn’t. Haven’t you ever noticed that underwear can be…confining? And, not to inflate your ego, but I’m a little sensitive right now.”
He chokes a little before saying, “Technically, that’s not an answer either.”
“I certainly hope not, since I don’t intend on answering.”
“Claire…”
“I gave you options. It’s your own fault you didn’t choose one, and so now we’re going with delayed ‘undivided attention.’ I just wanted to make sure I kept yours.”
When they have to stop at the corner to wait for their signal, Matt reels her in, pressing the length of his body to hers. “Always,” he says, and it sounds like a promise.
Re: Let Me Go (Down) - Third and Complete Fill
(Anonymous) 2016-01-12 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)