#poly matt x frank

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thinking about... the way frank touches himself.

thinking about... matt and shower sex. {alternate ending}

thinking about... frank finding out about you and matt.

thinking about... the aftermath.

thinking about... frank's voyeuristic request.

[murdockcastleslut]

Masterlist

bridgerton

benedict bridgerton ☾ blueberry macarons (fluff) ☾ id look for you in a crowded room (fluff) ☾ compromised (angst) ☾ enchanted (fluff)

colin bridgerton ☾ nose kisses (fluff)

anthony bridgerton

marauders

james potter

remus lupin ☾ pleading (angst)

sirius black

lily evans

poly!marauders

marvel

bucky barnes

sam wilson

steve rodgers

peter parker

natasha romanoff

matt murdock ☾ taking care of you (fluff) (disabled!reader)

frank castle ☾ home (fluff)

peaky blinders

thomas shelby

john shelby ☾early mornings(fluff)

arthur shelby

alfie solomons ☾ dancing (fluff)

the boys

hughie campbell ☾ you gotta eat (fluff) ☾ massages (fluff)

billy butcher

frenchie ☾ one of them (angst)

outerbanks

jj maybank ☾ jj saves kitten (fluff)

pope heyward

john b routledge

sarah cameron

kiara carrera

rafe cameron ☾ off topic pt 1 2 3 4 5 (smau)

stranger things

eddie munson

steve harrington ☾ beach day (smau)

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

taking what's not yours - f. castle & m. murdock

a/n: ALRIGHT ITS FINALLY DONE uhhh sorry this has no smut i was just goofing and wanted to write something cute with our two favorites and you guys seemed to really want this one so! i have no regrets actually! im gonna go take a nap now warnings: polyamorous relationships, frank has nightmares, reader is autistic, reader has an oral fixation/biting problem, nosebleeds/blood, crying, cursing, lots of cute nicknames, talks of death, some sexual comments, lots of kissing and fluff word count: 3.2k comments and feedback are always appreciated <3 summary: a week in the life of a relationship with frank castle and matt murdock, your two favorite vigilantes. pairing: frank castle x autistic!gn!reader x matt murdock now playing: taking what's not yours - tv girl "you know where to find me/and i know where to look"

Soft country music from before country music as a genre went modern and became what it is today plays from the radio Frank insists on keeping on while he cooks dinner. His flannel is tight around his chest and the sleeves are rolled up as he brings a spoon to his mouth, tasting the sauce he’s been preparing for the past few hours. He adds more pepper.

The door opens from across the apartment, and all he hears is, “Frank! Tell Matt to stop being mean to me!” You and Matt make your way through the apartment after taking off your shoes and coats, Matt loosening his tie as he follows you into the kitchen. Frank turns when you step into the kitchen, immediately moving over to him and finding your place in the crook of his arm.

“Red bein’ mean to you, honey?” Frank asks as he kisses the top of your head, grinning at Matt as he huffs, standing with his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter if it’s handsome if he’s so mean, does it?” You ask.

“No, it doesn’t,” He grins, and you stick your tongue out to Matt playfully, and he mimics you before going over to Frank and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Hi.” The lawyer hums, happy to be back home with his two favorite people.

“Hi.” Frank grins, unsure of how serious you are about Matt being mean to him. “What’s going on, why are you being mean?” Matt raises an eyebrow at you, unhappy with your running to Frank.

“Can’t just run to daddy to fix your problems, pup.” He accuses, and you scoff. His words are playful, but your face is red at the call out.

“You know what, Murdock—”

“Hey! Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Frank cuts in, and Matt tilts his head in your direction, and you quietly plead for Matt not to tell on you, and--

“They bit me.” Frank sighs at his words.

“I was being affectionate!” You immediately go into defense mode, ducking out of Frank’s arm, trying to casually walk off from the pair towards the fridge, only for Matt to grab your arm, pulling you between the two men, your back against Frank’s chest, face to face with Matt.

“You cannot bite people, pup.” Matt says, and you frown.

“I like biting people—”

“That’s a problem!” Frank’s words attempt to be serious, but they’re coated by a soft laugh as his hands, rough from a long day of working blue collar, rub up and down your arms.

“See? You’re getting Frank to agree with me, do you know how hard that is to do?” Matt hums, and you tilt your head.

“What? You love Frank, it’s actually kind of gross—”

“It is gross isn’t it?” Matt asks teasingly, leaning up to kiss Frank again. You roll your eyes at the fact that you’re being reprimanded by your boyfriends, sandwiched between them, forced to deal with the consequences of your actions. “But I���m being serious, okay?”

“Matty,” Your head leans back against Frank’s chest, “I don’t bite anyone who isn’t you or Frank..”

Alright, let’s level with each other—Frank and Matt are well aware of the fact that you’re neurodivergent. You get overstimulated with loud, crowded situations very easily, you struggle to understand jokes a lot, and you once told them that in middle school, you became so hyper fixated on waffles to the point where you ate them for breakfast and lunch most days, practically begging your mom to let you have it for dinner most nights (She let you have them once a month) and then, after fourteenth months, you stopped. You have not been able to eat a waffle since.

The point is the two men you’re sandwiched between are no strangers to your neurodivergence. They know it’s stimulating in the best way to chew or suck on something, your oral fixation coming back with a vengeance after you tried to repress it for so long. You chew on everything. You chew on the strands of your hoodies, you chew on your sleeves, you chew on ice, gum, you chew on your boyfriends, and you chew on your cheeks to the point where you draw blood, which always gets Matt to scold you, because he can smell the coppery blood from his place across the room, and immediately tells Frank.

Matt Murdock is a little tattletale.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?” Frank hums, resting his chin on your shoulder. “We’ll get you something to chew on—”

“What, like a chew toy? That’s embarrassing,” you groan, and Matt just laughs a bit, leaning in to oppress a kiss to the shoulder that Frank is not leaning on.

“Then stop biting, pup.”

You pause, contemplating the options you have. Fix your biting issue or have Matt and Frank fix it for you. Honestly, you don’t think you have the neurotypical willpower to fix this problem, so you go,

“Okay, fine. You guys have my permission to do what you want to fix it.” You huff. Frank presses a kiss to your cheek while Matt presses a kiss to the other. You feel the smirks against your skin, and you realize what’s happening before you can run, “Wait, no, I swear to god—” Matt picks up your legs with ease as Frank secures his arms around your torso, the pair beginning to carry you to the couch. You groan as they throw you onto the leather couch, landing with a huff. “You’re both awful.”

Matt leans down and bites your shoulder.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?”

“Jokes on you, Daredevil, I’m into that—” You feel Frank sink his teeth into your arm.

“Wrong answer.” Matt responds for him.

//

Later that night, after dinner, you’re laying against Matt, your legs resting in Frank’s lap. You’re listening to music, and the environment is very relaxed, none of you are particularly on edge. Matt’s fingers are resting in your mouth. You relax like this a lot, just sucking his fingers gently. You’re absentmindedly just sucking on his fingers when you bite down on them—It’s not an accident, and Matt would call you out on it if you lied.

So when you bite down, not entirely consciously, he huffs, “With the biting, baby, come on,” he softly condemns, and remembering your deal, Frank gets up with a sigh, patting your leg before he got up and headed to the kitchen. You’re confused for a second before Matt’s nose twitches with recognition, so he grabs your shoulder and pulls you close, his hand finding your cheeks and squeezing your mouth so that it’s in an ‘o’ shape.

Frank approaches you with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter, and your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and the rest of your features are squished by Matt’s hands. Frank scoops a big wad of peanut butter onto the spoon before sticking it in your mouth. You’re confused, as Matt’s hand leaves your face, as you begin munching on the peanut butter.

You take a while to eat the peanut butter, quietly enjoying the taste while enjoying how long you’re keeping yourself busy, since it’s taking a long time to work down the peanut butter due to how sticky it is in the roof of your mouth. When you’re done licking and enjoying the taste of the peanut butter, you look to Frank.

“What was that for?”

“Well, it kept you busy from biting, didn’t it?” He grinned. Your face is flushed as you hand him the spoon.

“Can I have some more?”

Frank chuckles and kisses you quick.

“Sure, honey.”

//

A few nights later, Frank sits on the couch of the apartment, the windows open wide as he listens to the howling wind outside. He’s waiting. Waiting for what, he doesn’t know. His skin is still hot, trying to relax after waking up from a nightmare. It’s always the same. Maria and his children, always dying in his arms. Always sitting at the kitchen table, always with you and Matt, always dead.

The chill that comes in from the window is enough to make him feel alive through as he quietly waits for Matt to get back. He’s in an old tee shirt and sweatpants, flicking his lighter on and off in the quiet as he tries to focus on something that isn’t the idea of the pair of you dead, dead like his wife, dead like his kids, dead dead dead—

“Frank? What are you doing up?” Matt’s soft voice echoes through the apartment, and his head tilts softly. He goes over to the couch, still in his full Daredevil suit. Frank stands up and goes over to him by the window, pulling off his cowl just to look at his face. His hand lands gently on Matt’s face, his thumb rubbing gently on the scars that surround Matt’s eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Matt catches the lie and does not call him out.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Frank’s jaw hardens, and even though Matt cannot see, he avoids his gaze. And in a moment of pure vulnerability, he wraps his arms around Matt, holding him close. Matt’s hand gently runs up and down his spine, trying to comfort him. After a few moments of quiet, he asks, “Do you want me to wake them up?” You were always better at making people feel better than Matt was—Especially Frank.

“Nah.. No point..” He says quietly. After a few more minutes of quiet, he feels another pair of arms wrap around him from behind, your chest against his back. You press soft kisses onto the back of his shoulders.

“Too late.” Matt hums. You’re wearing an old tee shirt of Frank’s, a pair of boxers you bought for yourself and a pair of Matt’s fuzzy socks. You stay there for a little while, sleepily hugging Frank, comforting him. Your eyes grow heavy, and slowly, you fall asleep against him, just for a moment. Then, Frank picks you up, and you wake up again, tired.

“What? What’s going on?” You ask him, and he just smiles down to you.

“We’re gonna go to bed while Red showers, and he’ll be right back.” He tells you, gently placing you on the bed. You yawn as Frank crawls into bed, and you find yourself on top of him, your legs tangled with his. You listen to Matt shower and fall asleep waiting for him to come join you. 

He comes back out with his hair wet, in just his sweatpants. He tucks himself into bed, his arms around Frank, as you sprawl out on top of them, desperately needing to be close to both. Frank is nowhere near tired. Matt knows that, and just gently kisses his hair and the back of his neck.

“You need sleep.”

“You ain’t the boss of me, red.” He grumbles, and you hush them harshly, causing them to both laugh a little bit. Matt slowly falls asleep, trying to stay awake to comfort Frank, but he’s spent his entire night beating the shit out of goons and criminals, so he’s absolutely spent. Frank tilts his head and presses another kiss to his lips. “Go to bed, I’ll be okay.” Matt wants to protest but he just buries his face in the crook of his neck.

Frank’s hands gently trail your torso a bit. His hands are rough and sort of cold, but they just explore your back as he attempts to find sleep. It’s a fruitless venture, but he doesn’t mind. He’s okay with just listening to the pair of you breathing. 

//

“Are you two wearing my flannels?” Frank has about seven flannels, and he has four in the wash and one that has a tear waiting to be fixed, so he’s looking for his spare two when he finds you painting Matt’s nails on the floor of the apartment. You’re painting Matt’s nails a nice shade of dark red, with little hearts in a lighter pink.

That had taken a lot of convincing, really, but once you had agreed not to bite him all day, he reluctantly agrees to let you paint his nails, desperately wanting to be good at something and be focused on one thing for more than twenty minutes.

Periodically, Matt’s foot will tap against your back, reminding you to adjust your posture as you work on your masterpiece. He just got done with a big court case, so he tells you he’ll maintain your artwork for at least a few days. But yeah, you two are most definitely wearing Frank’s last two flannels.

“They’re comfy,” You defend, focusing on your work. Matt’s foot taps against your tailbone to remind you to straighten your back.

Really, Frank doesn’t mind. But he enjoys fucking with the two of you, so he just smirks and sits behind the pair of you. ‘

“But they’re my clothes—”  

“Well, you should have thought about that before you left them out, Frank.” Matt smirks, knowing exactly what he’s up to.

“Besides, look how good Matt looks in your clothes!” You hum, leaning over to nudge him gently, a grin on your face. You finish up Matt’s nails, capping up the nail polish as Matt begins gently blowing in his nails to get them to dry faster. Then, you wipe your nose, thinking it’s running, and when you pull away, you see a swipe of blood on Frank’s warm flannel. Oh, fuck.

With his slightly wet nails, Matt’s movements are not nearly as quick as he would have liked as he smells the blood before the gushing really starts, ripping off a paper towel and quickly holding it under your nose, and you take it from him to hold it there as he stands up, going to get something softer like a tissue or toilet paper to pack your nose—

You hold the paper towel to your nose, and guilt already starts to eat at you, as hot tears fill your eyes and then you feel silly because you think Frank might think you’re overreacting, but you just find his hands on your shoulders as he says,

“Hey, hey, why are we crying?” And you feel even sillier.

“I ruined your flannel.”

Frank had been covered in blood more times than he could count, as has Matt—their bodies are riddled with scars, head to toe, bullet and stab wounds echoing over the rough skin of both men, mostly faded now, but Frank is no stranger to blood—It doesn’t even bother him anymore, and Matt can’t see anyways, so what does he care about the sight of blood?

But you, who cannot kill the bugs that find their ways into your apartment, who gasps and covers their mouth when you accidentally curse in church (Matt always laughs, the dick), who orders the same lunch every day and has been unable to drink anything that wasn’t ice water, are horrified at a swipe of blood on a stolen flannel.

“Oh, no, honey, you didn’t ruin anything,” He shakes his head, and gently tugs at the flannel that hangs on your arms, “Come on, let me get this off,” The Punisher’s voice is gentle, a type of gentle reserved just for you, one that the countless skeletons in his closet, all with a bullet in their skulls, do not know and could not possibly perceive. You allow him to slip the flannel off, as Matt comes back with a rolled-up tissue, before sitting in front of you, kneeling as if he’s at mass—

“Lean your head forward for me,” he asks, his hand on the side of your head, and you do, taking the paper towel away, just for Matt to gently push that bundled up piece of tissue into your nose, to get it to stop bleeding.

Your boys, they are experts at getting things to stop bleeding.

At least Matt’s nails look really nice.

Frank throws the flannel in the wash, along with the rest of your laundry, and you find yourself sandwiched between them, the perfect amount of squeezing happening on either side of you, the same affect a weighted blanket would have on you. Your hot tears roll still, quietly betraying you, as the pads of Frank’s rough fingers come up to wipe them away, and Matt’s thumb finds it’s place sitting between your lips.

You sit like this for a while—Frank pressed up against you, Matt in his flannel and you, gushing blood from your nose, packed tight with tissues, and Matt’s thumb as your favorite stim toy.

//

A few days later, you’re just decompressing from work—Your bones ache, and you’re waiting for Matt to get home, wanting to satisfy that oral fixation, as if it’s the worst craving you’ve ever had. Sensing your restlessness, Frank puts a small package in front of you. You raise your eyebrow, and look at him, skeptical.

“Is it a bomb?” He scoffs and chuckles a bit.

“Open the damn package.” His voice is laced with the smirk that sits on his face, not mad, not upset, not at all judging. Your fingers peel back the packaging, and when you’re done unwrapping, you’re left with a soft necklace, and a blue, rubber moon. You look to him curiously. “It’s uh,” he leans down so his forearms are keeping him up against the counter. “You chew on it. You’re not gonna stop bitin’ or sucking on stuff, so, you might as well bite something that isn’t human.” He tells you.

In truth, Frank had spent all damn day scrolling on your laptop, looking for the perfect fix to your problem, and grew frustrated when he realized that all the stim toys were marketed towards young boys who had the privilege of getting a diagnosis young (living with and loving two people with disabilities, as well as having horrible PTSD, has radicalized Frank Castle).

You grin when you hear his explanation, getting up and going to him, resting your hands on his shoulders before leaning up and kissing him softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Honey.”

From across the apartment, you hear the door open, and a voice calls out,

“Are you guys cheating on me? You know I can hear you across the apartment, right?” Matt’s voice calls out, and you laugh, as Frank just smiles.

“Yes, I can, Red,” He says back, before leaning in to kiss you again.

//

Your eyes are heavy with sleep as you spot Matt, laying across the couch, looking like a god damn renaissance painting. He’s so hot. You find yourself walking over to him, dropping your new necklace on the coffee table, as you climb on top of him,  finding yourself literally acting like a blanket, burying your face in his neck as his hand comes up to, like usual, let you gently suck on his fingers.

Frank rolls his eyes when he sees the pair of you cuddling, and just shakes his head when he sees the stim toy abandoned on the table. He takes out his phone and takes a picture of the pair of you, Matt just in his briefs, and you in your entire pajama ensemble.

The apartment is full of a gentle silence, as Frank watches the pair of you sleep, quietly thankful that he kept living.

[wannabevampire]

omgomgomg poly!mattfrank x avenger!reader smut based on reader getting sprayed by sex pollen PLS PLS PLS this is getting me dead

i actually can’t stop thinking about this omg…i’ve never written a sex pollen fic before! (which feels kinda surprising because of my well documented desperation kink??)

18+ MDNI (sex pollen, hard!domfrank + soft!dom matt, degradation, dumbification, little bit of praise, desperation, edging + orgasm denial, crying in a good way!, squirting)

i am DYING to write poly!mattfrank because that would just be such a hot dynamic. i’m thinking soft dom matt and hard dom frank…yes please. they’d both be so good at degradation, but they would have entirely different approaches.

☆~Soft!Dom Matt Murdock

“Aw look at my poor baby, always so pathetic and needy. She just can’t help herself Frank. Desperate little slut doesn’t know what to do without us. Just need me to make all the decisions for you isn’t that right? It’s not your fault that you can’t do anything with that dumb baby brain of yours. You just let me and Frank to take care of you, okay princess?”

☆~Hard!Dom Frank Castle

“God look at yourself, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as pathetic are you darling. Just a dumb cock hungry slut who can’t function without being told what to do. If only everyone could see how brain dead and submissive you get the moment Matt and I have you alone. Not so independent and demanding now are you sweetheart?”

and the way it would just get SO MUCH MORE INTENSE once they realize this is more than your normal levels of desperation and you’ve been sprayed with sex pollen.

normally frank edges you for a WHILE before he lets you think about cumming, this man loves orgasm denial because he loves how desperate and pathetic it makes you. but the sex pollen has made you about 50x more desperate for them than you would normally be after 2 hours of orgasm denial.

Matt wouldn’t even bother with teasing you, he can be mean, but not that mean. At the end of the day he still just wants to make you feel good and take care of you.

But if we’re being honest Frank definitely still tries to edge you. He doesn’t care how pathetic you already are, he wants to see how desperate he can get you before you break. But Matt can tell that you truly can’t handle it in your current state and puts Frank in his place.

The sex would be so filthy and desperate. Like the sex pollen would have you absolutely insatiable, no matter how many times you came you still wanted more. But you would be so sensitive and constantly on the verge of cumming. It would be so easy for them to make you cum and they would have such a fun time playing with “their little fuck toy”!!

Also have such a vivid image of Matt holding you against his chest while Frank fucks you. Matt would whisper praise into your ear while making sure you can’t run from Franks dick. He would stroke your hair, kiss your forehead, and pinch your nipples when he could sense you calming down.

“Oh you’re doing such a good job princess, such a good girl for me and Frank. Letting him pound that fucking pussy and taking every inch of his cock. Bet you’re gonna make such a pretty mess cumming all over that dick while you let me play with you.”

You’re crying at this point, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Frank doesn’t let up, fucking you hard and making sure to hit your g spot every time. He’d smirk down at you, proud of how much he and Matt ruined you.

“Is my pathetic little slut gonna gush all over my cock? Gonna cum while Matt holds you and destroy that fucking pussy? Give it to me darling, show me what it looks like when a desperate whore cums after being fucked stupid.”

After so much stimulation and cumming so many times you can’t stop yourself from squirting all over Franks dick. Soaking both of you while he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Not bothering to stop as tears stream down your face and you continue gushing on his cock. Your screams of pleasure muffled by Matt’s hand. Frank doesn’t let up until he cums inside you.

The aftercare would also be amazing!! Making sure you were as comfortable as possible and checking that the degradation wasn’t too much. There would most likely also be an extremely awkward doctors trip to make sure the sex pollen had no long lasting side effects and that you were safe & healthy!

..

Okay this is my first drabble in a while so go easy on me! not proof read so It’s not the best but I had fun and it’s SUCH A HOT CONCEPT!!! hope you enjoyed ☆♡

xoxo,

allie 🕊️

[amhrosina]

An Unexpected Delight (poly!Fratt x Reader)

(OR: Matt and Frank sharing dessert before the main course ;) )

Summary: Frank wants a taste after Matt tells him how perfectly delicious you are.

a/n: im obsessed with that jon bernthal gif dont even get me STARTED on the fucking jon bernthal gif. anyways, i wrote this in a few hours, didn't send it to my beta reader AGAIN (because im posting so irregularly lmfao), and then thought 'oh i can definitely write more about reader returning the favor/reader getting absolutely plow-' oh god i got carried away again, enjoy!

(Warnings: i feel like this goes without saying but like, smut lmfao, oral (fem receiving), masturbation (a little bit from both of men), minor choking, teasing, frank and matt worship reader, praise kink i guess)

Word Count: 1.2k

This was unexpected, to say the least. If you hadn’t been witnessing it with your own eyes, you wouldn’t believe it, not even as a dream. Alas, Frank Castle’s eyes bored into yours as he stroked himself off, following the pace Matt was setting with his clever, sinful tongue against your clit. Your skin was slick with sweat, the result of relentless teasing from the two men in the room with you.

“Isn’t she pretty, Frank?” Matt lifted his lips from your clit and angled his head toward Frank, who grunted in response.

“F-Fuck, Matty.” You breathed, arching your core off the bed in a feeble attempt to reconnect to Matt’s mouth. His hands, which had been caressing the tops of your thighs, tightened around your hips, holding you in place beneath him.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Matt threw the question over his shoulder at Frank, hot breath fanning across your skin as he asked. Goosebumps skittered in its wake, and a breathy moan released from your mouth before you could stop it. “Didn’t I tell you she was perfect?” Matt pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to your mound for emphasis, eliciting a whine from deep in your chest. 

“You did.” Frank’s deep voice reverberated through the room, and you suddenly felt the urge to pull him closer, to swallow the gravel in his voice, to give him the reprieve you so desperately needed as well. He stepped toward you, forgetting for a moment that you belonged to someone else, and then halted his movement.

“Red, can I…” He trailed off, swallowing thickly. His cock was swollen and angry, and your mouth watered as he stroked himself again. Matt smirked in response. 

“You want to touch her?” Matt asked, licking through your folds in one swift movement. A wrangled moan escaped your throat. “You’ll let him touch you, won’t you, baby? You’ll be a good girl and show him how perfect you are for me?”

“Yes, please. I’ll be so good, Matty. So so good.” You mewled, reaching for Frank, who had stalked closer as soon as you’d agreed.

“See how she begs?” Matt pushed himself away from your cunt, allowing room for Frank to take his place. “She’ll do anything you ask, Frank. Anything.” Frank lowered himself into Matt’s previous position, mouth dangerously close to your slick cunt. 

“Tell her what you want, Frank.” Matt encouraged, stroking himself a few times before caressing your cheek with his knuckles.

Frank��s fingers dug into your thighs, and it took every ounce of his self control to pull his eyes away from your dripping pussy and look up at you.

“What do you want, Frankie?” You asked, eyes trailing the curve of his shoulders beneath your knees. When you met his gaze again, his pupils were bigger than you’d ever seen them, and he looked almost in pain at your teasing. 

“I want,” he began, running the tip of his nose through your folds, “to taste you. Can I?” He asked in a polite, but desperate tone. You sucked in a breath, instinctively widening your legs. Matt smirked from his position above you. 

“He needs words, sweet girl.” Matt murmured, running a finger down the column of your throat. “Can he taste?”

“Please.” You begged, near tears. “Do whatever you want to me, Frankie. Use me.”

Frank couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He dipped his head down, taking your clit in his mouth and sucking before circling it with his tongue. Your vision blurred, and you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking off the bed in response. Frank’s broad shoulders weighed your hips down before you could squirm too much, and he began flicking his tongue over your clit until you were panting so hard you couldn’t see straight.

It was different than with Matt, but not a bad different. You and Matt had been fucking each other for so long that he knew your body inside and out. If he wanted to, he could make you come in less than thirty seconds (a party trick that he would sometimes do when he was feeling overly generous and wanted to make you so strung out you couldn’t function). Frank hadn’t had the luxury of eating your pussy whenever he felt like it, so he was more exploratory than Matt was. And shit did it feel good.

“I’m gonna c-” You were cut off by Matt’s large hand wrapping around your throat.

“Not yet.” He demanded, stroking himself with his other hand. “Don’t you dare come yet, pretty girl.”

“I’m so c-close.” You stuttered, trying to focus on anything other than the handsome man between your legs or the handsome man with the hand wrapped around your neck. They both made that task very, very, difficult. “Matty.” You whined, tears welling in your eyes.

“Not yet.” He gripped your throat tighter.

Frank pushed his tongue around your clit and then inside you, a pattern that successfully drove you crazy beneath him. He smirked as tears began to fall down your cheeks. You were trying so hard not to come that Frank felt himself getting close at the sight of it alone. He rutted against the bed, groaning into your pussy as the friction of the blanket sent heat firing through him. You cried harder at the sight of him rubbing himself against the comforter.

“Frankie.” You cried, sucking in a breath.

“You gonna be a good girl and come on his face, baby?” Matt squeezed your throat as he asked.

“Yes, yes, yes, please let me come. Haven’t I been a good girl, Matty? Let me come on his face. Please.” You rushed out in a single breath, rocking your hips against Frank’s mouth and nose. You were so close it was beginning to hurt.

“Come, baby.” Matt breathed, securing his hold on your throat as you tensed.

Frank’s hands tightened around your legs as you finally let yourself feel the pent up pleasure in your core. It washed over you like a wave, and all you could do was ride the pleasure out as it sparked through your entire body. Your eyes clenched shut, tears still trailing down your cheeks as your breathy moans filled the room.

Frank’s tongue didn’t disconnect from your cunt until you were a puddle in his hands, so out of breath and out of your mind that you couldn’t see straight. He pressed his cheek against your thigh, grinning up at Matt while you came back down to Earth. His chin was coated in your release, and if you weren’t so far gone, you might’ve found that fact incredibly alluring.

“You were right, Red.” He said, sighing against your warm skin, “She tastes amazing.”

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[bettercallwillow]

blurb for frank n matt bc ive kept you waiting long enough, a full fic for them should be up soon but uni just started and im in the process of moving so pls be patient 🙏🙏

warnings: threesome (m!m!f), rough sex, double penetration, anal (f!receiving), degrading

You had never felt so full in your life, and gods you loved it.

Currently, you were sat on Frank's lap, his cock nestled deep in your ass. He had a tight grip on your hips, keeping you in place while he rutted into you like there was no tomorrow.

However, Frank wasn't the only one pounding into you. Stood right in front of you, between your spread legs, was Matt Murdock; his hips slapping against the back of your thighs as his own cock rammed into your tight cunt.

"Fucking slut, so fucking wet," Matt grunted, snaking a hand down to rub at your throbbing clit, "You like this, huh? You like being treated like a sex toy by two men?"

"Of course she does, y'don't even need to ask," Frank chuckled, moving your hair out of the way so he could mark up your neck, "Isn't that right, princess? You're nothing but a needy fucking whore,"

You whined, the pleasure way too much for you to even form a response. You were so fucking close to cumming, but you couldn't even ask, the only sounds you were able to produce were nothing more than moans and whimpers.

"She's close, I can feel her cunt squeezing me," Matt panted, a smirk playing on his lips as he sped up the pace of his hips, "You wanna cum, baby?"

You nodded eagerly, looking up at Matt with half-lidded eyes, "Y-yeah," you managed to moan, throwing your head back so it was resting on Frank's shoulder.

"You can cum, princess, but we're gonna keep going," the man under you chuckled, "You've got a long night ahead of you,"

[shelikesorchids-archive]

For Keeps: Chapter Two

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: Matt and Frank help you forget about the traumatic night you had.

Warnings: HOO BOY. SMUT. SMUTTY SMUT. Threesome, handjobs, boys kissing, cum eating, seriously so much cum. Dirty talk, pet names, oral sex (male and female receiving), Frank being a bit of a soft dom, unprotected P in V sex (this is a fantasy, wrap your tools fools). Uh, I think that's it. I need to go to church after writing this.

Author's Note: HERE'S THE FILTH. Many thanks to @itwasthereaminuteago for helping me make this legible, and for being my horny muse. MUAH MUAH!

Read part one here.

Frank watched intently from the doorway as Matt took your chin in his hand and tenderly kissed you again. You arched your neck up towards him to deepen the kiss as Matt slowly climbed on top of you, then you felt the bed dip next to you as Frank sat down and scooted closer to you. 

“He’s a good kisser, ain’t he?” Frank whispered. 

Matt softly scraped his teeth across your bottom lip as he broke the kiss and stroked your cheek. “Mmmhhmm, yeah, he is,” you breathed out. 

“There’s something else he can do with that mouth, if you’re interested. Might help you relax more,” Frank said as he gently ran his fingertips up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

Read the rest on AO3

[360iris]

Backroom of a bad dream | dec. second ‘22 (fic)

marc spector x reader, moon knight system x reader x layla el-faouly, angst, hurt/comfort?

Dimly lit | dec. fourth ‘22 (blurb)

marc spector x reader x steven grant, fluff?? kinda

Rose-colored boy | dec. sixth ‘22 (blurb)

steven grant x reader, hurt/comfort? idk, it’s cute tho

Moon Knight System Dynamics | dec. 23rd ‘22 (drabble)

moon boys x reader, fluff

NSFW Moon Knight System HC + Blurbs | jan. 11th ‘23 (drabble)

moon boys x reader, smut

Make it awkward | jan. 14th ‘23 (fic)

steven grant x camgirl!reader, jake lockley x reader

Is just to love | jan. 24th ‘23 (blurb)

jake lockley x reader, fluff

Tu promesa de adorarme | feb. 8th ‘23 (blurb)

marc spector x reader, fluff

Call it bed rest | feb. 15th ‘23 (fic)

married bestfriend!layla el faouly x reader x marc spector, fluff + smut

Good days | feb. 24th ‘23 (fic)

vampire!steven grant x reader (feat. marc spector & jake lockley), smut

Précis | april 27th ‘23 (blurb)

marc spector x reader, smut

Me & U, Isn’t | april 28th ‘23 (fic)

santiago ‘pope’ garcia x reader, angst + smut

Bloom & Brew Coffeehouse: Lilac and Orchid | nov. 29th ‘23 (fic)

florist!steven grant x fem bipoc!oc, fluff/smut, cafe/flower shop au

So don’t run (they’re not so tough) | nov. fifth ‘22 (fic)

poly!marauders, angst and grief

With a feeling | nov. twentieth ‘22 (blurb)

poly!prongsfoot, mature

Falling in love (with a feeling) pt. I | nov. twenty-first ‘22 (series)

eventual poly!prongsfoot x reader, mature

Falling in love (with a feeling) pt. II | nov. twenty-fifth ‘22 (series)

eventual poly!prongsfoot x reader, mature

Girldad!James Potter + mafia au | nov. twenty-six ‘22 (blurb)

poly!marauders, fluff

— HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST (FICS)

— HARRY POTTER BLURBS

— BTS MASTERLIST (FICS)

float like a butterfly, sting like a bee 🐝

steven grant, moon knight

SMILE 📸 — you’re on camera!

marc spector, moon knight

a man after my own heart 🤍

marc spector, moon knight

only the best 🫶

din djarin, the mandolorian

my favorite cheaters 🤭💗

jonathan levy/mira levy, scenes from a marriage

who has the choice like Smarty does? nobody, nobody, nobody.

pedro pascal

oh, Levy! you’re so fine!

jonathan levy, scenes from a marriage

save who you can save

joel miller, the last of us hbo

just to sleep at night

steven grant, moon knight

she belongs to the 🌃

layla el faouly, moon knight

Oh???

frankie “catfish” morales, triple frontier

Out of her head, she sang

layla el faouly, moon knight

All I want is you now

marc spector, moon knight

Bodies, bodies, bodies…

steven grant & marc spector, moon knight

M a m a b o y 🖍️

steven grant & marc spector, moon knight

[consciouscarrot]

kinktober and flufftober mix [‘24]

notes; my first every kinktober as a writer! kinktober fics are on odd numbered days, flufftober are even days. a mix of characters (both male and female- but mostly men) from criminal minds, acotar, stranger things, euphoria (rue only), call of duty, throne of glass, harry potter (marauders era), outer banks, marvel and slashers (brahms only). list is a mix of different prompt lists, including ones from the official flufftober and kinktober accounts. mwah <3

day 1- hand kink with spencer reid

day 2- “i’ve got you,” with rhysand

day 3- overstim with emily prentiss

day 4- holding hands with billy hargrove

day 5- cockwarming with azriel

day 6- porch swing with rue bennett

day 7- somnophilia with johnny soap mactavish

day 8- gifts with spencer reid

day 9- edging with nancy wheeler

day 10- sweet tooth with fenrys moonbeam

day 11- doctor x patient with remus lupin pt2

day 12- rainy day with remus lupin

day 13- thigh riding with simon riley

day 14- first kisses with sirius black

day 15- degradation with rafe cameron

day 16- music to watch boys to with poly!marauders

day 17- praise with steve harrington

day 18- pumpkin with jj maybank

day 19- breeding with loki

day 20- skin to skin cuddling with matt murdock

day 21- femdom with brahms heelshire

day 22- emergencies with lily evans

day 23- public/semi-public with kyle gaz garrick

day 24- frowning with james potter

day 25- daddy kink with john price

day 26- soothing touch with frank castle

day 27- musk kink with könig

day 28- flowers with aaron hotchner

day 29- squirting with eddie munson

day 30- small affections with natasha romanoff

day 31- foursome with poly!marauders

[chvoswxtch]

frank castle/the punisher masterlist

»— anything marked with an astrik contains explicit content. minors dni.

»— all work is my own. please do not repost anywhere else without my consent.

☾ one shots

→ you gonna let me be good to you?*

→ like a wrecking ball.*

→ lavender haze.* | lavender haze (dark mode version)*

→ return the favor.* (matt murdock & frank castle)

☾ series/multiparts

→ the bodyguard [completed]

→ pretty.* | look at me.*

→ really bad week. | missed you.*

→ jealousy.* | forgiveness.* | revenge.* (poly!frank x matt)

☾ requests

→ don't hold back.*

→ i'd do anything for you.

→ magic hands.

→ let me help.

→ don't want no trouble.

→ love to watch you work.* (frank castle & billy russo)

→ let that go.

→ we'll make it work.

→ we get through it together.

→ pancakes.

→ right here.

→ dessert.

→ bulletproof.

→ the blip.

→ let it out.

☾ blurbs/headcannons/drabbles

→ frank castle & dating apps

→ frank castle & your birthday

→ frank castle & a partner with a tongue piercing*

→ frank castle & a partner with nipple piercings*

→ baking with matty & frankie

→ let me love you anyway

→ divine.*

→ home movies.*

→ being married to frank castle.

☾ thots*

→ frankie & positions

[katfiers]

Here's some pre Valentine's Moltenshipping Headcanons

(Cole x Kai x Geo)

Geo and his two weed smoking boyfriends

Kai after he and Geo kissed for the first time: “poggers” Cole: “Kai…”[lovingly] Geo laughing his ass off

Kai loves being sandwich between his two boyfriends despite being the shortest

Geo loves to make Kai blush and flustered

Cole knew that Kai really liked Geo by the fact that Kai lets Geo touch there hair and lets Geo give physical affection to them

The poly Group chat names Cole [Rocky Dangerbuff] Geo [Purple guy] (he gets the joke) Kai [Malewife] (✨lovingly✨)

Three dads and there four kids Fritz, Spitz, wyldfyre, and bonzel

When Cole introduced Geo to Kai, Geo said "oh~ you're a lot prettier than Cole said you were."

Kai always blushes and gets a little flustered when Cole and Geo call him the Malewife of the trio (however they won't deny it)

Songs that make me think of them

Bugambilia by Nasa Histoires

Bitter water by the oh hellos

Something stupid by Frank Sinatra

Dear future husband but it's the one covered by Matt zarley and gay

[saintmurd0ck]

Matt and Frank and being hypothermic. I mean them being saviors is always hot but you know they’d both be like “body heat!” And then you basically wake up sandwiched between them both naked 🫠🫠🫠 no this has nothing to do with the fact that I keep waking up freezing cold in the middle of the night

as someone who has been sandwiched between two people in bed (who run warm) i can really empathise with this... except instead of waking up cold i just want to throw the blankets off and climb to mf everest because i am that hot 😭

BACK TO YOUR ASK.

would it be nice to sleep between the both of them, clothed or not? yes. you get the whole cuddle experience (bonus points for skin-to-skin contact), and special things like bleary-eyed kisses at 3 in the morning, moving to nip frank's jaw then turning to slip your tongue into matt's mouth all the while you're feeling them harden up on either side of you...

but there is certainly the matter of feeling like you're in a godforsaken furnace because of how warm they both run.

it's a 'you win some you lose some' kinda situation (although mostly wins here, let's be real), and regardless of how you feel -- you will never be cold again, and you will feel very well protected. even from any rogue nightmares <3

[murdockcastleslut]

lex's fall specials

these are the people i write for so just send one of the prompts and a character and i'll repsond!

pumpkin spice latte (with oatmilk) - 18+ only, send in your spicy thoughts about anyone and i'll add on.

apple cider donuts - send in a character and i'll tell you what i think they'd order from a cafe.

chai latte - i'll cast my mutuals as anything you send in.

maple apple turnovers - send in some fluffy thought about anyone and i'll add on.

pecan cold brew - send in a fall idea and a character and i will make you a smau based off it!

caramel apple pie - send in a character and i'll tell you their favorite fall time movie!

cinnamon latte - send in a character and i'll give you a headcannon! *if you want a nfsw head cannon pls specify and you must be 18+*

pumpkin spice bread - 18+ fuck, marry, kiss

tagging some mutuals i believe would be interested: @kimoralov3 @arkofblake @ivysprophecy @ellebellebarnes @clara-b0w

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

would you guys be mad at me if i wrote a matt x reader x frank poly fic they’re so cute

[madschiavelique]

currently binge watching daredevil (because i have a matt murdock hyperfixation currently) and um,, h-him

i-

okay but hear me out : poly stuff with Matt Murdock x Reader x Frank Castle ?

might write something at one point…

these men are going to be the end of me i swear besties

would u guys have any thoughts on this ? i’m starving for content on them 👁️👁️

[amhrosina]

i officially have a Frank Castle x f!Reader x Matt Murdock fic written, beta read, and queued for this afternoon!!!!