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42donotpanic · 10 months
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Different Kinds of Love - Masterlist
Building a Relationship
Summary: Clint Barton and Matt Murdock meet in a Bar. They are just two normal guys, talking and laughing together and slowly falling in love. Except one of them is Deaf. And the other is Blind. Oh, and both are some kind of superhero. But they don't talk about that until it's too late and they are already head over heel in love.
Chapter 1: A Blind guy walks into a bar : 623 / Strangers to Friends / @mfbingo
Chapter 2: Classified : 1394 / Taking Care of Someone / @marvelrarepairbingo
Chapter 3: Saturday morning : 1787 / Body Dysphoria / @lgbtqbingo
Chapter 4: New Routines : 983 / Moving in together / MRP Bingo
Chapter 5: Vigilante and Agents : 1677 / FREE SPACE / @anyfandomgoesbingo
Chapter 6: All the talking : 1819 / FREE SPACE / LGBTQ Bingo
Chapter 7: Waffles : 1955 / FREE SPACE / MRP Bingo
Chapter 8: Jealousy : 3990 / Someone needs a Hug / MRP Bingo
Chapter 9: Baby Agents : 3463 / Kiss on the Forehead / LGBTQ Bingo
Chapter 10: Bullies : 1381 / Hopelessly Outnumbered / MPR Bingo
Chapter 11: Who I used to be : 5610 / Comfort from a Panic Attack / MF Bingo
Chapter 12: Fuck Transphobia : 5394 / "Misgendering me on purpose, and you're proud of yourself?" / @lgbtqbingo
One-Shots:
Firsts : HawkDevil (Clint Barton x Matt Murdock) / 3852 / Explicit / Sexual Attraction, Physical Attraction, Trust
How you (don't) see me : HawkDevil (Clint Barton x Matt Murdock) / 3242 / Mature / Physical Attraction, Touch, Semi-Sexual Intimacy
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goldenlikedayl1ght · 13 days
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taking what's not yours - f. castle & m. murdock
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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.
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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.”
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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. 
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“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.
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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.
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amhrosina · 1 year
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An Unexpected Delight (poly!Fratt x Reader)
(OR: Matt and Frank sharing dessert before the main course ;) )
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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 · 1 year
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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
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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,"
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saintmurd0ck · 1 year
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thinking about... | series masterlist
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main masterlist | my muse
➶ 。˚ ° any warnings are marked with an asterisk, minors do not interact
all work is written by me and not to be reposted without my permission ➶ 。˚ °
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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.
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freakymcnastys · 20 days
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who we write for <3
✫= platonic only
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9-1-1 + Lone Star
-evan buckely, eddie diaz, howie han, bobby nash✫,albert han, lou ransone, may grant ✫ , TK strand, marjan marwani, carlos reyes.
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supernatural
-dean winchester, sam winchester, castiel, meg masters✫, rowena macleod ✫, jack kline ✫, kevian tran, donna hanscum ✫.
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nirvana
-kurt cobain, dave grohl, krist novaselic ✫.
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the walking dead
-rick grimes, negan smith, carl grimes, maggie greene, glenn rhee, daryl dixon, carol peletier ✫.
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outer banks
-jj maybank, sarah cameron ✫, rafe cameron.
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marauders
-sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, petter pettigrew ✫, lily evans ✫, (also poly!marauders).
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daisy jones and the six
-dasiy jones, billy dunne ✫, graham dunne, warren rhodes, eddie roundtree, simone jackson ✫.
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marvel cinematic universe
-peter parker, bucky barnes, nick furry ✫, loki, wanda maximoff ✫, marc spector, steven grant, jake lockely, matt murdock.
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criminal minds
-spencer reid, derek morgan, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss ✫, penelope garcia ✫, jennifer jareau ✫.
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doctor who
-the 9th doctor, the 10th doctor, rose tyler, donna noble.
- love always, kat + devina <3
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she-likesorchids · 1 year
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For Keeps: Chapter Two
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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.
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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
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Dedicated to all my fellow Matt x Frank x Reader poly fans,this is for you my loves!
|| Please Hold ||
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x female Reader
Rating: E 18+
Tags warnings: orgasm denial, fingering, cunniligus, teasing, implied anal, bratty Matt, switch Matt, dom Frank, threesome themes.
Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed it!
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"Do it."
"B-but Matty-"
"Do it." His voice hardens. "You want me to stop? Because I'll stop."
You shook your head from side to side so hard you could almost feel your brain rattling around, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "no no no nonono!"
"Then call him."
You blearily scroll to your recent contacts, thumb hitting the dial button, bringing the phone slowly up to your ear.
"Put it on speaker." Matt says, and you shakily comply letting the phone lay beside you as you writhe on the bed. You both listen intently as it rang out once, twice, three times before it clicks as someone picks up.
"Hey honey, what's up?" Hearing Frank's voice made you relax slightly but as you took a breath to respond Matt did something with his fingers that made you choke on your words.
Franks concern was clear. "Where are you? What's wrong?"
Your wavering moan cut through the silence. "Mmm Frank, help me... please..."
"Babygirl, what's going on? You okay?"
You pant as Matt brings you so close to your edge again, but pulling back not letting you tip over. Your body heaves, a sheen of sweat coating your chest, legs trembling as Matt keeps you balancing right on the razor's edge of pleasure and desperate need.
"M-matt won't let me c-come Frank, not until you admit he's better at getting me off than you- oh fuck!"
Frank clicked his tongue. "Red, you fuckin' ass. Just give her what she wants, you know I'm never gonna say that."
Matt grinned, "too proud huh, Frank?"
"Nah, it's a statement that just ain't true. Ain't that right sweetheart?"
You whimpered, "Frank please!" You squeezed your legs together trying to get some more friction but Matt easily pries them apart and pins one down.
"Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take good care of you when I get back."
"She's crying Frank, you're really gonna let her suffer? Though doesn't she sound pretty when she's desperate?"
"Red, you're sick. You know I'm gonna pound your ass for this when I get home." Frank almost growls at him.
He smirks, "oh is that a promise?" .
"Christ, if that's what you're after ya just gotta ask..."
"I know but this way is more fun, isn't it sweetie?"
Frank huffs in frustration. "Let her come."
"Say it." Matt demands.
"Fuck... Fine. 'You can get her off better than I can'." Frank mumbles reluctantly over the line. "But you're gonna get what's comin' to ya later, fuckin' altar boy."
Matt smiles, hangs up the phone, concentration focused entirely on you. "That wasn't so hard. Now, tell me who you're thinking of sweetheart, who are you imagining fucking you in that pretty little head of yours him or me?" He teases you, brushing his thumb lightly across your clit but it's just on the verge of not enough.
"Matty please!"
Soft sinful lips come to kiss just under your ear, and when he speaks it's so quiet you almost can't hear.
"It's okay, I know it's me." He purrs before dipping his head between your legs and licking over your clit as he keeps his fingers fucking in and out of you. Everything locks up as you buck off the mattress, squeezing him like a vice, arching your back and screaming as your orgasm finally blooms through your tortured body. It's long, hard, and fucking exhausting but it's the only thing you've ever wanted right now and you collapse back onto the soft sheets in bliss as the warmth of it slowly melts through you.
Matt gently strokes you as you come down. "Aww sweetie, was I too hard on you? I'm sorry."
He pulls you into a hug curling around your back and you flutter open your eyes, a sly smile creeping across your lips.
"No Matty, but Frank's gonna be hard on you."
Matt moans his agreement into the nape of your neck, you could feel his erection pressing insistently into your ass.
"Want me to warm you up?" You ask, grinding back against him.
"Please." he murmurs, already dropping into a sub state of mind at the thought of you and Frank taking him apart. He knows all to well you can make him cry just as easily he made you.
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Tagging ppl who might be into it?
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360iris · 1 year
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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
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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
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— HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST (FICS)
— HARRY POTTER BLURBS
— BTS MASTERLIST (FICS)
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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
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ddejavvu · 11 months
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I’m bogged down with finals right now, so i don’t have time to write :( instead of my two blurbs for the day, I thought it would be fun if you guys sent in your own headcanons, tell me what you think a character would act like, how they’d be in a relationship, anything you wanna talk about! Let’s chat together 💞💞
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tinythebunni · 2 years
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❤︎︎ hey, sweet thing! ❤︎︎
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❤︎︎- - tiny!! 22!! autistic!!
dumb doll ♡ she/her ♡︎ crybaby ︎
♡ ︎Welcome 2 my blog! I mainly write smut and sometimes I can get a bit dark! M black and I do not tolerate any hate of any kind. Please b respectful when in DMs or sending requests !!
♡ Requests are always open unless stated otherwise!!
If you don’t like what I write please don’t leave hate! Do not copy, repost, or translate my works.
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𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤 <3
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r0reep · 2 years
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Rec list
Stranger things, marvel, marauders era, the umbrella academy, slashers
Stranger things
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EDDIE MUNSON
Tongue
Eddie Munson smut AND Jason Carver slander. What could possibly be better?
Such a strange girl
Eddie and hippie being cuties.
Movie night
Bat Eddie and his uncle Wayne.
Noodle
Ferret dad Eddie.
Family
Wayne being a protective uncle and so much comfort.
STEVE HARRINGTON
Stay awake
The softest and fluffiest angst around.
Pretty
Steve deserves all the praises.
Dream
Cutie Steve beginning his dad life.
BILLY HARGROVE
Welcome to the party
Kind of ooc Billy but being a protective cutie.
Road gate
Very soft Billy with sadness but fluffy ending.
Marvel
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BUCKY BARNES
Personal pillow
Kick your feet, twirl your hair type of fluff.
Pocket angel
Cry your eyes out type of fluff.
Sweeter than sugar
Chubby Bucky owns my heart and soul, forever and always.
Your protector, forever
A dark but soft Bucky.
Can you not
Possessive Bucky is a hot Bucky.
The bet
People being meanies to Bucky and a protective reader.
Serendipity
Bucky just trying to live with an unhinged neighbour.
Around my neck
Bucky being a silly jealous boy.
STEVE ROGERS
Religion
Dark Steve and innocent reader.
LOKI LAUFEYSON
Little realisations
I agree tall people are scary.
End credits
Loki being a sweetie.
Hot tea
Jotun Loki smut. Chefs kiss.
Marauders
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JAMES POTTER
She hexed me!
Stupid lover boy Jamie.
SIRIUS BLACK
That doesn’t leave us many options
Cutie Siri and beautiful references to blanket forts.
REMUS LUPIN
Easy sleeping
Soft domestic relationship.
REGULUS BLACK
Regulus Black x Potter!Reader
Dramatic James and soft Reggie.
The umbrella academy
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FIVE HARGREEVES
Music to my ears
Cute husband and wife shit. A whole lotta caring Five.
Hotel waffles
Retired loving Five.
Partners
The best type of relationship.
My little stress eater
Softest five around. All the fluffs while still being a bad bitch.
Slashers
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Slasher cuddling HC
Falling asleep on slashers
Slashers s/o with tattoos
Slashers reaction to their s/o laying on top of them
Slashers with a demon s/o
Giving slashers massages
Slashers with s/o who has weird cravings for inedible things
Slashers with s/o who proves their loyalty to them
Hide ‘N Seek (Bo Sinclair)
Blind (Bo Sinclair)
Yautja with a chiropractor s/o
Wasted on a dream
Wound tending (Bo Sinclair)
Kissing slashers in a panic before they kill you Part 2
Male yautja trying out a period cramp simulator with his human mate
Michael and Jason with a reader who plays the sims
Miscellaneous
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MATT MURDOCK
One more time
A soft and fluffy fic that provides Matt with love and happiness.
SPENCER REID
Every last bite
Cute Spencer and magic baker, so cute!
AARON HOTCHNER
Home sweet home
Aaron being protective and little rage for spice.
The Walking Dead
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DARYL DIXON
Day drinking and it’s consequences
Glenn and reader being drunken simps. Cute Daryl just trying his best.
No matter what they say
Grumpy and sunshine.
Found you
The cutest reunion and Merle being a good guy.
A single punch
A truly heartbreaking and stunning story, Maggie being amazing.
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princesssmars · 1 year
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✰ mars' marvel masterlist ✰
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wanda maximoff
✰ its the most wonderful time of the year
vision
✰ its the most wonderful time of the year
matthew murdock
✰ succubus reader
peter "star-lord" quill
✰ starfire!reader falling for starmora
✰ buying things on earth
✰ wildfire
gamora
✰ starfire!reader falling for starmora
✰ buying things on earth
✰ wildfire
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amhrosina · 1 year
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my next fic has these vibes and these vibes only
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bettercallwillow · 2 years
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harry potter
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remus lupin
sirius black
james potter
poly!wolfstar
poly!marauders
draco malfoy
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marvel
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loki laufeyson
bucky barnes
matt murdock
frank castle
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star wars
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obi-wan kenobi
anakin skywalker
din djarin
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other
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bruce wayne
tom hiddleston
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saintmurd0ck · 10 months
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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
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