#altar boy frank

[chvoswxtch]

I found this beautiful picture of jon and I needed to share it with y’all bc it’s my new favorite picture of him ever and I will be using it as my go to reaction picture for everything now thx

#why does it look like frank just accidentally shot matt in his perfect ass #like oops #sorry red #don’t worry i’ll kiss it better #oops altar boy’s big mad #gone and pissed off the devil #do you still wanna be boyfriends ??? #aldjsjsk I crack myself up #frank castle #the punisher #jon bernthal

[to-thelakes]

exhausted

pairing; frank castle x fem!reader (mentions of matt murdock)

summary; after you lose your cool at matt and frank, frank comes to see you and helps you get some much-needed rest

warnings; initial angst, a smidge of hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic frank castle, soft frank castle, exhausted reader, insomniac reader, discussion of nightmares

notes; this one-shot is an oldie but a goodie, i keep reading back and looking at some one-shots i've previously written and i think this one is good enough that i can share it with the world, i wrote it initially with sharing it in mind so i might as well do it! also this one-shot thingie was inspired by a one-shot i saw here on tumblr, the beginning of this is pretty similar to the one i read so if anyone knows what fic i'm referencing, i'd love to be able to credit who inspired this! otherwise, this is just some comforting frank content because i am an avid insomniac and sometimes you just need the big scary punisher to help you fall asleep

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You weren’t entirely sure how it had happened but at some point between knowing Matt and Frank, you had become their nurse. Of course, you didn’t particularly mind. Matt had always been kind to you and you enjoyed his company. He was a little flirty but you were used to it and you could lament in your misery with him.

With Frank, he had saved you from some criminals months ago and you had been freaking out. He did his best to calm you down before walking you home and after a particularly bad night, Matt brought Frank to you to patch up. Honestly, you didn’t mind their company and you didn’t mind patching them up.

Ever since you’d moved on from being a Nurse, you’d refound your passion for caring for people but only if it was Frank or Matt. But you also hated taking care of them. Despite having a relatively normal life and sleep schedule compared to when you were a nurse, you were still woken up in the middle of the night by them.

It had been a quiet night for you. You’d finished work and curled up on your bed to drift off and you had. It had been a blissful sleep until you were rudely awoken by your phone ringing. You wanted to tell whoever it was to leave you the fuck alone but when you saw it was Matt, you answered. He asked if you could come over and help patch Frank and him up.

You - reluctantly - agreed since he was only a block over. You didn’t want them bloody up your apartment and so with a great huff, you got out of bed. You changed into comfortable clothes and then grabbed your kit for nights like these and headed to Matt’s place.

Getting in wasn’t hard even in your exhausted and sleepy daze. You managed to find your way up to the fire escape where the two men were sitting. Well, Frank was sat, leaning against the vent, cradling a wound while Matt stood. He was pacing in his Daredevil costume and he looked frustrated. It was practically radiating off of him.

They both looked pretty bruised and yet, they were still arguing. It took you a minute to catch on to the conversation but the second you did you sighed.

“You gotta let me do my shit, altar boy. I don’t give a shit what you can sense, I know what I’m doing and we would have been fine if you hadn’t stopped me from doing my goddamn job,” Frank raged as he stared up at Matt. His hand was pressed against the wound on his side and yet his jaw still flexed with obvious annoyance.

“If you had just listened to me then we would have been fine! You never listen, I can hear more than you can. I can hear their guns, Frank. If you had just shut your damn mouth for one goddamn second, it would have been fine!” Matt snapped in response. His annoyance was radiating off of him and you just looked between them. You weren’t entirely convinced that even of them had realised you were there but you knew Matt could smell you.

“I listen fucking plenty. I knew what I was getting my sorry ass into but you just have to be the fucking saviour, don’t you Red? Always a hero,” Frank scoffed. His tone was scathing and he winced when the pain only seemed to get worse. The irritation that Matt waking you up had began only seemed to grow as you listened to them continue to bicker back and forth about who was right and who was responsible for Frank’s wound. And why Red just couldn’t have listened to Frank for one goddamn minute.

It was probably five minutes of bickering and you had finally had enough. You dropped your kit bag onto the floor and suddenly, both of their attentions snapped to you.

“You are both so insufferable!” You snapped suddenly, glaring between the two men, “I get my ass out of bed after working all fucking day for you two to be bickering like three-year-olds over something that doesn’t fucking matter anymore. Take my shit and patch yourself up. I’m done with this.” Your anger only seemed to grow and you watched as both Matt and Frank’s face fell. You stepped back from the pair of them, “Ungrateful bastards,” You muttered as you headed back to the fire escape and towards Matt’s apartment.

“Hey(!), sweetheart,” Frank’s voice made you pause in your steps. If his next words weren’t an apology, you were going to scream, “Don’t gotta be so fucking moody. Didn’t even see ya.” That was it and you turned on your heel to face them again.

“I couldn’t give a shit if you didn’t see me Frank. I know sure as hell that Matt could smell me before I even got onto the fucking roof. And I’m sure his senses will tell him that I haven’t showered in three days because I’ve been so busy with my new fucking workload that I have barely had the chance to take care of myself. This is the first evening that I haven’t had to work late for my asshole boss and I finally managed to get some sleep until you assholes had to wake me up because you can never work together! I honestly don’t care what happens to you next time. If one of you gets bloody and bruised, don’t fucking call me. Lose my number, both of you.” And with that final word, you walked off the roof and down to Matt’s apartment. You felt like crying, the irritation had seeped into frustration and the tears were blurring your vision as you pulled the apartment door open.

“Sweetheart,” Matt’s voice was so soft as he rushed over to you in the doorway. Your head snapped up so that he could look at you or you assumed he was, you could tell where he was looking with that stupid mask on, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called,” Matt’s voice had softened significantly as he was looking at you.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have,” You bit back. Matt’s lips turned down into a frown. He suddenly had no idea what to say. He had never seen you like this. Even when you were stressed and overworked as a nurse, you always had this sunny disposition to everything that you did. This was new, he hated it because he knew it was his fault.

“Please, how can I fix this?” Matt asked and you rolled your eyes. The apartment door still open in front of you.

“I told you, lose my number,” You snapped. Matt frowned but before he could even say anything, you were gone. He let out a frustrated huff and he listened as you walked to the elevator and disappeared down to street-level. He didn’t know what to do now.

-

The weekend eventually rolled around and you were relaxing for the first time in a very long time. You were curled up on the couch, watching trash TV with a pizza from your favourite take-out on the coffee table. It was the ideal day.

Well, that was until you heard a knock at your apartment door. A soft huff escaped your lips and you unfurled yourself from your cocoon of blankets to answer it. When you pulled the door open, the last person you expected stood on the other side. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took in Frank Castle in all his broad glory with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Your favourite flowers no doubt. You didn’t even know what to say.

“Ya said don’t call,” Frank began and then he held out the flowers, “So I came over instead.” There was a slight softness to his words and it made you let out a soft chuckle. You shook your head but took the bouquet from his hands.

“Thank you,” You mumbled before gesturing for him to come in. The trashy TV show you had on was playing as you grabbed a vase from under the sink and ripped the wrapping from around the flowers. You then grabbed some scissors from the drawer and Frank watched as you snipped the ends at a diagonal and placed them into the water before adding the packet of food.

“M’sorry about the other night,” Frank said after a few beats of silence. You shrugged and rearranged the flowers and when you were happy enough with them, you took them over to the windowsill to replace the faux flowers you had put there weeks ago, “I really appreciate everything’ ya do for me,” He said as he watched you move. You shrugged and wrapped your arms around yourself, moving to sit down on your sofa. You didn’t want to have this conversation.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” You said firmly. Frank sighed and he glanced at the door, not sure whether you wanted him to leave or stay. You glanced back at him expectantly and so he walked over, sitting down on the couch beside you. You grabbed a slice of pizza and offered it to him. He found himself smiling as he took it from your hands.

“M’really sorry, I didn’t-” But before Frank could get any further you put your hand up to silence him. Then your gaze turned on him and he looked back at you.

“Frank, I seriously don’t wanna think about it. Just eat your pizza and shut up,” You told him as you reached out for another slice for yourself. He grunted in response and you seemed pleased with that. You shuffled back, pulling blankets over your shoulder with your free hand before you took a bite out of the pizza. Frank was sitting on one of the blankets on the sofa but you didn’t bother to say anything as you ate.

Your gaze was fixed on the TV. There was about to be an elimination from the show and although you didn’t care for many of the contestants, there was one guy that you wanted to get kicked out. He had the most infuriating personality and had treated every girl like an object since he had been introduced. He rubbed you the wrong way and so, you watched with bated breath to see if he would finally be kicked out.

And he was. Frank noticed the victorious grin on your face as he leaned over for another slice of pizza. You let him grab it as you finished your slice off. Then you shuffled on the sofa and adjusted the blankets around your shoulder again.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” You broke the silence between the pair of you. The sound of the TV was the only thing that was filling the air until that. 

He glanced over at you before he shook his head, letting out a grunt of disagreement. You nodded and then pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulder, “I’ve had a really stressful week at work, I’ve not been sleeping well and I thought that when I quit my job at Metro General my late nights would end. That I would be able to sleep properly again. But you and Matt changed that and I don’t mind. I usually don’t mind at all but this week, I just- I couldn’t do it. I had dragged myself out of sleep which I had barely been able to get into and then you both just bickered. And I really don’t mind helping either of you. I like helping you both but I just can’t do it right now.” 

You were rambling, you knew you were rambling but you felt like Frank deserved an explanation. He was injured and you had left him to be stitched up by Matt. It felt cruel but you were also exhausted. Not even by them, just by life. 

“You don’t gotta explain,” Frank said after a beat. You looked up at him, he had a sorrowful look on his face. It was almost guilty-looking and you didn’t want him to feel guilty. A soft huff escaped your lips as you ran your fingers across your face.

“No, I do because I didn’t have to blow up at you guys. I didn’t have to be so rude. I could have just left but I made a scene and it wa-” Frank cut you off before you got a chance to finish your sentence.

“Ya had every right to shout. We dragged you outta bed for somethin’ that we coulda handled on our own. You were angry and shit, I woulda said worse. You can’t bottle that shit up, you know?” He responded as he looked down at you. You let out a soft sigh, running your fingers through your hair. You didn’t know what to even say.

“I’m just so tired, Frank,” You mumbled. It had been weighing on you all week and it was the first time you had let yourself admit it. You were so exhausted. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. The tension in the room seemed to increase tenfold at the submission and Frank was silently observing you as you reached for a pizza slice, hoping to distract your exhaustion-addled mind. It was too much.

“Lie down for a bit, yeah?” He said and you looked up at him, confusion etched across your features. Almost bemused by his words.

“I’ve tried that Frank. Plus, it’s too early,” You mumbled before you took a bite of your pizza. He shook his head and closed the pizza box on the coffee table. He then reached for the TV remote and he switched it off.

“Nah, enough of this shit. We’re gonna lie down and I’ll make sure you get some goddamn sleep. alright?” There was no room to argue with him and as he stood up, looming above you, you weren’t entirely sure you had the bravery to. So, you simply nodded your head. You placed the half-eaten pizza slice into the box and then got to your feet, leaving your cocoon of blankets on the sofa so you could go to bed, “You gonna brush your teeth?” He asked. You nodded your head. Even though you had just eaten, you had to make sure that they were brushed before you went to bed and so, Frank lingered in the doorway as you brushed your teeth, “Red’s gonna give you shit when he finds out about this, sweetheart,” Frank commented off-handedly. You spat some toothpaste into the sink before you glanced over at him.

“He can smell when I last showered, I think he already knows,” You muttered before you finished brushing your teeth. You grabbed the towel and washed the toothpaste off your mouth, washing your mouth out with water before you stepped back. You were already in pyjamas so you were ready for bed.

“Yeah, that’s what he tells ya,” Frank mumbled as you headed towards your bedroom. Frank slipped his boots off at the foot of your bed and discarded his jacket on top of your dresser before he glanced over at you.

“Are you sleeping in the bed too?” You asked tentatively. Frank turned to look at you, cocking an eyebrow.

“That a problem?” He asked curiously. You shook your head and he nodded, “You been gettin’ nightmares?” His question caught you completely off-guard and you just stared at him, dumb-founded from the side of your bed. He huffed out in mild amusement, “You were an ER nurse, gives its own scars,” He shrugged. You sighed and rubbed your hands across your face.

“It’s not nightmares. It’s just not dreams either. I can just hear flatlining and feel blood and I’m running down corridors, plagued by the clean smell of the hospital. It’s sterile and I wake up and I swear I can smell it,” You mumbled, trying your best to explain the experiences. You hated calling them nightmares because nothing scary happened. It was just your feelings and memories of the place you used to love.

“You wake up scared?” He asked as he walked over to the opposite side of the bed. You nodded your head, “Then it’s a nightmare. When did your dirtbag ex break up with you?” You didn’t seem to understand how that correlated but it had been only a month ago. It coincided with the exact time you began to have issues sleeping.

“A month ago. I’ve not been a nurse for months. Why is that relevant?” You asked as you decided to pull the covers back but you didn’t get in.

“You’re sleeping alone, sweetheart. Does things to you especially when you’re not used to,” He stated blankly. It seemed to dawn on you why he knew this and you just stared at him for a moment, not sure whether to apologise or offer sympathy but he didn’t give you a chance, “Now let’s get you some sleep, hm?” You smiled thankfully and slipped under the covers. Frank slipped under them beside you and you pulled them up to your shoulder.

Then you grabbed onto the pillow, adjusting it under your head. Frank was facing you, his hands resting in front of him as yours rested under your head. He watched you adjust and get comfortable before you let out a sigh.

“I always hated sleeping alone,” You mumbled after a moment of silence, “When I was a kid, my little brother would always get nightmares and so we’d sleep in the same bed. Then, by the time he had grown out of that habit, I was old enough that I was going to high school and my parents began to - reluctantly - let my partner stay over. Then, I went to college and I basically spent every night with someone in my bed whether that was a friend or someone I was dating. I never really got used to sleeping alone, I guess.” Although Frank didn’t have the exact same feeling as you as he had slept alone plenty of times while he was on tours, he understood what you meant. After he lost Maria, he found it impossible to sleep alone. The nightmares tormented him. It got better with time but never really truly better. It’s the main reason why he pushed his body to the point of collapse. Then he didn’t have to worry about trying to fall asleep alone. It just happened because his body didn’t give him a choice. You had started to do the same.

“Just try and get some sleep tonight, yeah?” He suggested. You nodded and you let your eyes fall closed. He shifted on the bed before he let his eyes close as well. You sighed and felt your eyes forcing themselves back open. They didn’t want to stay closed and after a few more minutes of desperately trying to keep them closed, you rolled onto your back.

And you stared at the ceiling like you had for so many nights over the past few months. You were never able to sleep, when you woke up from sleep, you just stared. You had memorised every crack in the shitty ceiling and now there was nothing new to look at. You didn’t know what was wrong with you but you hated it.

“Hey,” Frank said softly. It was so quiet that you almost missed it and then you turned your head to the side to look at him, “You gotta tell me what ya need if I’m gonna help,” You knew what you needed but you weren’t about to ask Frank for it. This was already crossing the bounds of your friendship and you felt almost disrespectful even doing this but he seemed insistent. His eyes were burning into the side of your head.

“My ex used to…” You trailed off, not sure whether to say it. Frank grunted in a somewhat encouraging way as he shuffled towards you, “They used to cuddle with me when I couldn’t sleep and they’d… God I can’t ask this of you.” You cut yourself off before you could finish your sentence. Your hands pressed over your face, embarrassment flooding your face in the form of heat crawling up your neck and across your cheeks. This was too much.

“Hey, hey, listen to me,” He brought your hands away from your face and you turned to look at him, meeting his soft gaze, “I don’t give a shit if it’s embarrassing, tell me.” His words were firm and you sighed, taking a deep breath before you turned over onto your side so that you could look at him properly again.

“They’d like hold me against their chest, like my forehead against their chest and then they’d run their fingers across my arm. It just always relaxed me,” You finally admitted. Frank smiled softly, not even caring what you were asking of him. Instead, he shuffled forward on the bed and brought you towards him.

“Come ‘ere,” He mumbled. You shuffled into him and with a tentative breath, you rested your forehead against his chest. One of his hands rested under his head while the other moved to rest against the back of your arm. He drew you closer and you gave in, letting your body mold against his. His fingers slowly began to trace along the skin on the back of your arm.

A soft breath of relief escaped your lips, the familiar touch cooled your nervous system in seconds. Your eyes fell closed, tension releasing at the movements as you moved your arms around Frank. Your hand draped over his hip as you felt exhaustion return to your body after you had fought it away all day.

“Thank you,” You muttered under your breath. Your voice was slower than before, sleep ready to take you as you relaxed into his hold.

“Sleep well, sweetheart,” He mumbled against your hair as he rested against you. His touch against your skin was the last thing you remembered before the bliss of sleep took you in.

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#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #frank castle x you #frank castle fluff #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x female reader #the punisher fluff #the punisher x reader #reader-insert #matt murdock #daredevil

[anna-hawk]

Good Boy

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Summary: Frank loves giving Matt nicknames and wonders which one he likes best. There's one that Matt definitely likes particularly much.

Explicit 🔞 • WC: 2,7k

Tags and warnings: smut, light Dom/sub undertones, praise kink, pet names, come eating + sharing, bj

A/N: Based on this small comic. The second I saw it, I knew I needed to put it in writing and give it an end. I really hope you like it @kuriusagiart. Thank you for allowing me to write for you 🧡

Read it on AO3

As soon as he was through his apartment door, Matt heaved a giant sigh of relief at being back home after a long, very long day. The days had gradually gotten warmer, which did nothing for the fact that he had to wear a suit to work. Whichever suit or work it might be, too. He put the jacket that he’d been carrying over his arm on a coat hanger next to the entrance door and untied the already loose knot of his tie until he could take it off. While he walked further into the apartment and towards the bedroom, the entrance door closed before heavy footsteps sounded from behind him. Inside the bedroom, Matt put the tie on a dresser, where Frank joined him without a word and pressed his chest to Matt’s back. It always amazed Matt how much Frank seemed to need to touch Matt after a tiring day, trying to get to skin as quick as possible. Frank never let anything on outside, but as soon as they were out of the public eye, he was all up in Matt’s personal space. Not that Matt could complain, as he smiled to himself when barely a second later, Frank slid his hands under Matt’s arms to reach for the buttons of his shirt, his lips mouthing over the back of Matt’s neck. 

“Frank, you’re gonna ruin my shirt,” Matt grumbled at the hurried way Frank was dealing with the buttons, the threads holding on for dear life under his rough fingers. 

The only downside to all of it was that a few of his dress shirts had suffered from Frank’s hastiness; buttons flying, a rip there. 

“Altar boy,” Frank grunted back, not stopping his assault on the shirt whatsoever and instead lifting it over Matt’s stomach to get to the last buttons. 

While Matt undid his pants at a slower pace, he rolled his eyes good-naturedly at Frank’s use of that nickname. 

“You are such a nickname freak.”  

Frank snorted. An instant later, Matt could feel the grin against the side of his neck.

“What’s your favorite?” Frank wondered after uttering a satisfied sound at finally getting Matt’s shirt fully open and pulling at it to expose more of Matt’s neck to him. “Choir boy?” He kissed his way along Matt’s shoulder as he tugged a bit more at the shirt to pull it down one arm now. 

Matt didn’t reply and instead turned his head to the side to give Frank more access to his skin, which rose with each of Frank’s touches. 

“Red?” Frank continued without missing a beat, while keeping his attention on Matt’s neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of small marks over it. 

Again, Matt chose to ignore him in favor of enjoying what Frank was doing with his mouth and hands. 

“Babe?” Frank intoned with an audible smirk now, the term getting a grimace of disgust out of Matt. “Sweetie?” 

This time, Matt had had enough. 

“Ah, shut up. Ew!” he groaned on a shudder, and pushed Frank’s face away from him with a hand against the man’s cheek. 

Frank laughed heartily, the sound vibrating against Matt’s hand and through his body before he caught Matt’s wrist. There was a sudden shift in Frank’s whole body language, as well as in the rhythm of his heartbeat and breathing, which had Matt stilling as a shiver ran through him. 

“Or…” Frank drew out the word as he gently tugged at Matt’s wrist, his voice lowering a few octaves before he slowly licked his way between two of Matt’s fingers, teasing at the center, which got a small gasp out of Matt. “Good boy,” Frank rasped in a low and gravelly voice, right against Matt’s cheek and ear as he wrapped his arms around Matt’s chest.

The name hit Matt like a ball of heat that spread through his whole body and located itself in his chest and groin. He felt his face heating, while his mouth went slack and let a soft moan escape. Until Frank had called him that for the first time, Matt never would have believed that he could respond that way to being called that particular pet name. Or the idea that he could crave the satisfaction of being good for someone, being praised. The first time Frank had called him that, Matt had felt deeply embarrassed by his reaction, coming so hard that night that he’d gone dizzy with it. Frank’s own reaction to how Matt had responded had been enough to soothe that feeling, however. He’d come just as hard as Matt, a feeling of surprise and awe rushing over to Matt from the other man. They hadn’t gone down that path anymore, until tonight, but Matt had known that first night that this only worked for him because it had been Frank.   

Frank made a pleased sound and curled his fingers under Matt’s chin to bring his face towards his. Using his thumb, Frank rubbed along Matt’s bottom lip and slightly pulled it down. 

“Yeah?” Frank whispered against Matt’s lips. “Wanna be a good boy?” he continued, and slid his other hand down to slip it inside Matt’s boxers. 

Matt’s entire body jerked at the feeling of Frank’s warm and callused fingers wrapping around his length, which had gone from interested in the proceedings to fully hard at Frank’s last pet name. He moaned as Frank pulled him out of his boxers to give him a few perfunctory pumps.

“Please,” he sighed, and parted his lips further to let Frank’s thumb into his mouth. 

Frank groaned deeply as Matt sucked and nipped at his thumb, his own cock pressing more insistently against Matt’s ass. 

“Only got started, and you’re already beggin’?” Frank hummed appreciatively, swirling his other thumb over Matt’s slit that was starting to leak pre-come. “Gonna make it real good for ya.”

Matt’s hips bucked forward as Frank tightened his fist and twisted it over the head to coat his palm with Matt’s pre-come, before sliding back down all the way to the base. Matt had to reach for Frank’s thighs to anchor himself as Frank began jerking him off with a rhythm that only quickened with each downward stroke. He tilted his head back over Frank’s shoulder as he gasped and moaned, his hips twitching and thrusting forward on each particularly sharp pass over the sensitive head. 

“Not gonna hold out long, huh?” Frank rumbled against Matt’s throat that he was kissing and sucking on anew, while his other hand kept Matt’s body steady against his own, the palm resting over Matt’s chest.  

He certainly knew Matt’s body and its tells perfectly, since Matt was indeed only a few strokes away from coming. Nodding jerkily with a tiny whine as his breaths came at a quicker speed, Matt’s grip on Frank’s jeans tightened as his orgasm began to rise, his whole body going slowly taught in anticipation. 

That's when Frank took his hand away. 

Matt's entire body pitched forward at the sudden lack of contact on his cock, the delicious tightness gone. 

“Frank!” he gasped, as out of breath as if he'd run a marathon, his fingers scrabbling at Frank's arm over his chest in despair. “Please, don't — I — please.” He had a hard time focusing on his words, Frank's earlier use of the pet name and his need to come taking up his every thought. “You said — you said you'd make it good. You said-”

He cried out hoarsely as Frank's fingers abruptly returned to his cock, even his heightened senses having not warned him of the impending contact. Matt went up on his toes for a brief moment as his head flew back over Frank's shoulder, his fingers digging into Frank's arm as Frank's hand flew over his length. 

“Sh, sh, 'm sorry… Just couldn’t help myself,” Frank admitted in a rough voice right against Matt's ear. “Needed to hear you beg again… Fuckin' beautiful when you let go, Red.” He thrust his hips against Matt's ass, letting Matt feel the way Frank’s cock was straining against the fly, as well as smelling Frank's own pre-come through the barriers of fabric. “But you can come now. Been so good for me… Such a good boy for me.”

Between the wild pulls on his cock, the scent of Frank and the heat of his body taking over Matt’s every sense, the use of those two words again had Matt suddenly flying over the edge with a loud shout of bliss. His cock spurted long lines of pearlescent come all over the side of the dresser, until the last, weaker shots poured over Frank's fingers. 

Matt slumped against Frank’s chest as the pressure of the entire day suddenly eased off him. Grinning, probably dopily, Matt turned his face towards Frank’s with a satisfied hum, until he felt Frank’s lips meeting his. Frank chuckled into the slow kiss, and squeezed Matt’s chest lightly. Reaching down, Matt caught Frank’s wrist and pulled the hand away from his spent dick, only to bring it to his face. Ending the kiss, Matt turned his head forward again to lick over Frank’s fingers, cleaning away the traces of his own come. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Frank grunted, before he was using the hand that Matt was so carefully cleaning to grab the side of Matt’s face and turn it to him to crush their mouths together again. 

Matt groaned and turned in Frank’s embrace, opening his mouth for Frank’s insistent tongue, which was focused on getting its share of Matt’s release. The hunger in Frank’s actions had them stumbling against the dresser, Matt’s ass colliding with the wood as he caught their fall. He grinned to himself at Frank’s reaction, his senses taking in Frank’s spiking lust and rise in body heat, his dick hard against Matt’s hip. With a quick move, Matt had their positions reversed, with Frank now leaning against the dresser, his chest rising and falling quickly as he held himself up with his hands on the wood. Without another word, Matt sank to his knees in front of him and made quick work of taking care of the belt, buttons, and zipper. Even before he pulled Frank’s jeans down, Matt’s senses could make out the hot outline of Frank’s length. As soon as it was out of the confines of Frank’s clothes, Matt curled his fingers around it and leaned forward. He slowly licked and sucked over the head with the barest pressure, running the tip of his tongue along the frenulum and the slit at intervals. 

“Shit, Red,” Frank rasped, sliding the fingers of one hand through Matt’s messy hair to gently grip it. 

He might have been about to say something more, but Matt slid his mouth down to the base to suck there while he cupped Frank’s balls and stroked a thumb over them, cutting off any further words and transforming them into a long groan of pleasure. The sound reverberated through Matt, who moaned in turn at the knowledge that Frank was enjoying what Matt was doing to him. While he jerked Frank off, Matt’s mouth went further until he was tonguing and sucking at Frank’s balls. The fingers in his hair tightened, and Frank grunted as his hips bucked faintly. As Matt made his way back up to the head, Frank finally pulled Matt’s mouth away and tilted his head up. 

“Open up.” 

Matt obeyed immediately at the need in Frank’s rough voice, his jaw slackening and his mouth opening wider. A second later, Frank slowly pushed between Matt’s lips, sinking in until he barely grazed the back of Matt’s throat. Sliding back out, he did it again a few more times, until Matt moved in until Frank’s tip was pressing against his throat. He moaned throatily as he pushed forward, relishing in the small tremors of pleasure running through Frank at the stimulation, the fingers tugging at his hair, and the scent of Frank’s arousal sharping all the more. 

“Fuckin’ Christ, the way you go off on that,” Frank rumbled in awe, as he did as Matt requested and thrust in and out of his mouth while getting deeper every time. 

Matt only groaned and whined around Frank, his cock slick with Matt’s drool and making wet squelching noises each time Frank slid further down Matt’s throat. As he contracted his throat around Frank, Matt felt a rush of satisfaction at the cry of pleasure, followed by a sling of half formed curses that fell from Frank’s mouth. He moaned and redoubled his efforts as he could feel Frank getting closer, his sole focus on bringing Frank pleasure. However, Frank clearly had other ideas, since he pulled Matt off all the way by his hair but kept him close. 

“Open up,” Frank repeated, his voice having gone to its deepest timber yet. 

A shiver ran through Matt at the command and just like earlier, Matt did as he was told. He kept his hands on Frank’s thighs as he stuck his tongue out as well, giving Frank the opportunity to place the head on it as he stroked himself hard and fast. The bitter taste of new droplets of pre-come hitting his tongue had Matt groaning again, a shudder of anticipation running through him at what was to come. 

“You’re fuckin’ perfect like that, Red. Gonna take my come like the good boy you are, right?” Frank gritted out between his teeth. 

As tired as Matt might be from the long day and the very recent, spectacular orgasm he’d just had, his dick still jerked at the praise. He nodded enthusiastically and made a sound of fervent agreement, never taking his tongue away from Frank’s cock as he let his senses take in the way Frank’s body began to go rigid, how his breathing shortened and heat culminated in his groin. A few more passes of his hand over his dick later and Frank was coming, his hips jerking as he moaned and shot all over Matt’s awaiting tongue. Matt groaned at the sweet and tangy taste coating his whole tongue, not moving until he was sure he’d gotten all of it. He slid his lips around the head once Frank was done and sucked the last traces away, the act having Frank sighing and stroking his fingers through Matt’s hair. Satisfied that he’d gotten it all, Matt stood and cupped the back of Frank’s head to pull him into a kiss. Frank made a sound of surprise, as he was still reeling from his orgasm, only to wrap his arms around Matt’s back and growl into his mouth as Matt slid his still come-covered tongue along Frank’s. They only stopped kissing once every lingering taste of come was gone, and ended with their foreheads touching, breathing deeply and smiling lopsidedly. 

As Matt put a hand on the dresser to pull away from Frank, it landed right into the little puddle of come that he'd made on the furniture. He grimaced and sighed. 

“You really need to stop breaking or dirtying up my stuff, Frank,” Matt muttered with a pointed wave of his hand. It might have been Matt's come, but he blamed Frank for where it landed. 

Frank snorted. “Didn’t hear ya complain, Choir boy.” 

“Nope, not doing this again.” Matt shook his head with a roll of his eyes, but huffed out an amused laugh all the same as he cleaned his hand on the shirt he'd just taken off while he headed for the bathroom this time. 

Frank followed again with a loud laugh and caught up with him at the shower stall. 

“Nah, no need. Now I know which one’s your favorite,” he whispered into Matt’s neck. 

Despite the tiredness, a frisson of arousal still went through Matt. Frank’s voice just had this effect on him when he was using that low tone. He was still too tired for anything more, however. 

“Don’t you go wearing it out now,” he smiled with one side of his mouth pulling up, as he turned to face Frank. 

Frank chuckled and made a noise of understanding, kissing Matt briefly. 

“I can always try finding new ones you like.” 

But the way Frank said those words told Matt that Frank was about to go for another round of silly nicknames, so he pushed him away. 

“That’s it. I’m showering on my own.” 

Frank laughed, but thankfully remained quiet, which granted him access to the shower in the end.

#frank castle x matt murdock #fratt #frank castle #matt murdock #frankmatt #mattfrank #the punisher #daredevil #fratt fanfiction #fratt smut #frank caste fanfiction #matt murdock fanfiction #mes fics #inspired by fanart

[2-fast-2-curious]

Christine Recommends Audios (Marvel Edition)

Here you go @echos-muses​

IDK where else to put him so Andrew Garfield is going here too

Eddie Brock and Venom

[MM4F] Two For the Price of One.

Andrew Garfield

[M4F] [Script Fill] Let Me Help You Baby....

[M4F] Making Love To You

[M4F][Script Fill] What HAVE you been looking at?

[M4F] A Straight Razor Shave

[M4F] A Spot Of Tea

[M4F] [Script Fill] Sanctuary

[M4F] Relieving Some of Our Tension

[M4F]Your English Boyfriend Has Missed You So Much...

[M4F] Your bf calms you down after a nightmare

Frank Castle

Downpour

[M4F] Eating my gamer girl

Moonknight 

[MMM4F] [Private script fill] Moonknight : Marking you as Mine

[MMMM4F] Moonknight : Lonely is a Man Without Love

Matt Murdock

Stick Around[M4F]

[M4F] Encouragement for Your Quiet Girlfriend with Wet Sounds

[M4F] Your Horny Boyfriend Gives You Head At Your Parents’ House

[M4F] Round 2, then sleep

[M4F] Impulse Control 

[M4F] You Don't Have To 

[M4F] A Succubus Corrupts a Chaste Altar Boy

[M4F] Your Office Daddy

[M4F] The Days Are Long, The Days Are Hard

Peter Parker

[M4F] [Script Fill] Say "I Am Beautiful"

[M4F] I'm Bored, Let Me Play With Your Pussy

[M4F] Can I Please Practice on You?

[M4F] Your birthday

[M4F] A Lakeside Evening 

[M4F] A Friend in Need of Proving You Wrong

Part 1

Part 2

[M4F] Snack Break

[M4F] By The Firelight

Johnny Storm 

[M4F] Truth or Dare

#christine recommends audios #marvel #mcu #andrew garfield #frank castle #the punisher #moonknight #Matt Murdock #daredevil #peter parker #johnny storm #smut #matt murdock x reader #spider-man #the amazing spider-man #frank castle x reader #frank castle x smut #andrew garfield smut #andrew garfield x reader #moonknight smut #moonknight x reader #matt murdock smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut

[dyns33]

Punisher : "Red !"

Deadpool, Daredevil and Spiderman : "Yes ?"

Punisher : "I... No, I mean... Stupid Red."

Deadpool, Daredevil and Spiderman : "Yes ?"

Punisher : "Altar boy !"

Daredevil : "Oh. Me. He means me."

Deadpool : "You have no idea what I'm doing on sunday, that could be me."

Spiderman : "You're eating tacos while watching My Little Poney on sunday."

Punisher: "I hate you all."

Deadpool : "Aaaaw, Frank, we love you too !"

#spiderman #deadpool #daredevil #punisher #they all know he's talking to Matt

[bellaxgiornata]

Who wants a Covid special of my internal dialogues with the boys? I've missed writing them so I needed to give them a little love this morning. I'm also attempting to get that part of my brain working again to prove I haven't entirely lost my writing ability this week because that would be tragic. As always, it's below the cut.

Matt: Put orange juice on the list.

Mikey, raising a brow questioningly at Matt: She has almost two bottles in the fridge already...d'ya really think she needs a third?

Matt: Yes. Put it on the list. And more Tylenol.

Frank, leaning on the kitchen counter: Think she's been cravin' spaghetti so I'm gonna make some.

Matt: Pretty sure her family is dropping off a Thanksgiving meal tonight. She doesn't need you to cook, Frank.

Frank: Fine, then I'll make it for her tomorrow night, altar boy. Point still stands, I'm making her some damn spaghetti soon. With garlic bread, too, because that's the only way her son will eat it.

Mikey: That’s a good idea actually, she hasn't been wantin' to eat lately. Maybe we should make her more things she's been cravin' to get some food in her.

Frank: And maybe we should put somethin' in her diffuser to make her finally go to sleep.

Bella, on the couch: I can hear you three from over here, you know.

Frank, calling across the room: Good, go to sleep. Stop thinkin' about that damn Christmas story you have half written for Red here.

Mikey: He's right, ya need your rest, pet. Ya were awake in bed last night for two hours just thinkin' 'bout that story.

Bella, sheepishly: ...I blame Covid. But I was also thinking about your Christmas fic, too, Mikey.

Mikey: Ya need to rest, love. Worry 'bout the stories later.

Bella, pouting: But I miss you all.

Matt, making his way to the couch and sitting down: We haven't gone anywhere, sweetheart. We're all still here, just waiting for you to get better.

Bella, muttering: Fine, but I still miss you all.

Matt: Is there anything else you want at the store? Mangoes?

Frank: I doubt you're gonna find some good mangoes this far north at this time of the year, Red.

Matt, glaring over his shoulder at Frank: Watch. Me.

Mikey, annoyed: Alrigh', enough bickerin' the both o' ya. Is there anythin' else ya want from the store, pet?

Bella, sitting up: Yes.

Matt, leaning closer: What do you want, sweetheart?

Bella, grabbing Matt by the collar and pulling him closer: For the love of God, please bring me back some vanilla moose track ice cream. I beg of you. I can't stop thinking about it.

Matt: That--that might be a bit cold for your sore throat right now.

Bella: It's incentive for me to get better, Matty.

Frank, calling across the room: It's on the list, darlin'. Don't you worry. Now you cuddle with your cat and get some rest, we'll take care of the groceries.

Matt: I'll send Mittens over to cuddle, too. He misses you.

Bella, wide-eyed: You're going to let me cuddle with Mittens?

Matt, grinning: Whatever gets you to go to sleep. Go rest already, he's on his way over. Then when we get back you can drink more orange juice.

Mikey, muttering: Always with the damn orange juice.

Matt, annoyed: Because it helps!

#bella hears fictional characters #the boys plan a grocery run #because i missed them #matt murdock #frank castle #michael kinsella #all my boys

[saintmurd0ck]

thinking about... the aftermath.

series masterlist | main masterlist | part three | part five

Your face drops as it replays in slow motion in your head, every word more damning than the last. 

‘How long have you been fucking my girlfriend?’

You’re vaguely aware of the ensuing chaos around you: Matt yelling out as he shuts his hand in the fridge door, Frank jumping to his feet, beelining to the metal handle of what looks like his gun—

“What are you talking about?” Matt asks, calmly, his voice dragging you back into the present. He yanks his hand out from the fridge, massaging the welt blooming across his knuckles.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about, Red,” Frank laughs, incredulously. He stiffens a moment before turning to you, frustration miring his face. “Answer the question, sweetheart.”

“F-four months,” you say, but it comes out as a squeak.

“Four months?” Frank runs his tongue over his teeth. “Four months,” he nods, repeating it in affirmation, or… vacant delusion, from the look on his face.

He raises a hand, pointing in Matt’s direction. “I swear, Red, if you don’t start fuckin’ talking—“

Matt’s voice cuts through. “How did you know?” 

Frank scoffs. “You really think you could get away with it? That—that just ‘cause I can’t hear heartbeats a mile away or tell you what you had for lunch last week I wouldn’t know?” He shifts on his feet, more reticent now than before. “C’mon, Red. It was piss easy. ‘Sides, not like you two were quiet about it.”

“S’funny, isn’t it?” Frank glances at Matt, his mouth curving into a rueful smile. “Thought you were uh… upholdin’ the Catholic values you seem to preach about every time we’re together.”

It’s difficult to look at anything but your hands; not with the mixture of renegade mortification and undiluted adrenaline running through your veins. “Okay Frank,” you start, meeting his gaze, “Can we—can we just talk about it?”’

“Don’t you worry sweetheart,” he says, nonchalantly, “the talking’ll happen later.” 

“After tonight,” he adds, noticing your bewildered stare. “Right now, I ask the questions. Got it?”

You swallow dryly as he pulls up a chair from the dining table, spinning it around to straddle the seat. “So,” he begins, a little too indifferently, wagging his finger between you and Matt, “does he fuck you like I do?”

You choke on your own spit, unable to comprehend his question or come up with any kind of intelligible answer.

“D’you moan his name when you’re together? Same way you do f’me?”

Matt speaks for the first time in what feels like an eternity, and you’re grateful for the cushion against Frank’s relentless pursuit. “I don’t think this is appropriate, Frank. Not right now.”

“Oh,” Frank sneers, “now you wanna speak up? ‘Cause for a second I thought she mighta fucked that mouth right off of ‘ya.” He flicks back to you, eyes ravaging the length of your body. “Answer the questions, sweetheart.”

You inhale, aware that it’s ragged and shallow, so the words don’t form properly. “Yesandyes.”

Frank blows out a breath. “Well I’ll be damned,” he says, lips curling into a crooked smile. “Seems like altar boy ain’t such a pussy after all."

“What?”

“That wasn’t too hard, was it?” Frank grins. 

Matt bristles, listening intently to the moderate boost in Frank’s heartbeat, to the fibres of his denim jeans stretching ever-so-slightly to accommodate— “Honestly, Frank? Fuck you.”

“So that’s it? You’re… okay? We’re not going to talk about it?” you interject, wondering for a second if this is yet another twisted, lucid dream.

“I told you,” Frank mutters obliquely, stepping off the chair to make his way over to you, “the talking’s gonna happen later.” He flashes you a Cheshire cat smile, planting one hand on the back of the couch to tower over you. Blinking, your eyes flicker over his form, catching on the now-prominent outline in his jeans.

He takes your gaze away in an instant, lifting your chin up with a finger until your lips are almost touching.

His breath fans your face as his honeyed voice drops an octave. “Show me what you do, yeah?"

"Huh?" you whisper, clenching your hands, unsure of where to put them.

"Show me how you fuck him, sweet girl.”

#matt murdock x reader #frank castle x reader #matt murdock smut #frank castle smut #frank castle #matt murdock #daredevil #the punisher #daredevil smut #the punisher smut #frank castle fanfic #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil x reader #the punisher x reader #thinking about... #rhi writes 💻 #x reader

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

why season 4 is actually one of debbie’s best seasons, not her worst.

i feel like when people talk about debbie gallagher, specifically when people who dislike debbie gallagher talk about her, they talk about the change from season 3 to season 4. how she changed from being a sweet innocent kid to a bratty obnoxious teenager. these comments are always so interesting to me because i feel like people’s weird perspectives kind of diminish the purpose of debbie in season 4 which is unfortunate because it really is such a good season for her.

“the change” in question wasn’t really a drastic change at all, her behavior has been basically the same for all eleven seasons. people say her personality changed when in reality, emma kenney changed. season 3 and 4 are supposed to happen very close together, which isn’t realistic considering when they started filming. by season 4, emma and ethan both look much older than they did in the previous season. for ethan, this doesn effect how people like his character because he is both a male and comedic relief, but for emma, this will effect her.

in season 2, debbie acts pretty similarly to how she does in season 4. in both seasons, debbie is obsessed with holly, making boys like her, and looking older than she is. but in season 2, emma kenney’s face is younger, her voice is higher, the clothes she wears don’t fit and the makeup she applies is applied sloppily because she’s so young; she acts cuter. people don’t take debbie trying to act promiscuous in this season seriously because of how little she looks, and two seasons later, the standards don’t seem to apply anymore even though emma kenney is still so young. even if she’s still young, her voice is less squeaky, her body is developing, the clothes fit better, and the makeup is still sloppy but for some reason, it doesn’t make her look as childish. anyone with half a mind can tell she’s a kid trying to look like an adult, yet for some reason, when she does it in this season as a thirteen year old, it’s completely different than when she did it as an eleven year old.

she stops being as cute, and so her personality doesn’t really work. debbie has always been intelligent, extra, sassy, loyal, and desperate for attention. she’s always had a debilitating fear of abandonment and issues with attachment. when you’re babyfaced and a kid, these traits are funny, then she starts to age and these traits aren’t cute, they’re annoying. when debbie kidnaps a baby in season 1 and fiona is asked why, she says, “it’s debbie”, and although debbie has just done something really bad, it being debbie is an explanation and somehow makes the situation better. later on, when she’s still a kid just a little older, if she does something like this, “it’s debbie” is a bad thing.

i think that if people want to go down the path of saying that she majorly changed or had a downfall, they should consider how her trauma actually did effect her around this time because yes, there were a few minor changes in her that are undeniable.

in season 3, she loses the trust of both of her parents. that’s something. she waits for a whole year for frank, setting up some sort of altar for him and praying. when he returns, she tries desperately to get his love and attention like she has been for the whole show, and it ends in him destroying her room and her school project, insulting her while she’s at it. and so, she goes batshit and starts hitting him as hard as she can. ever since season 1, debbie has been dependent on frank’s attention. she knows he’s bad and she knows what’s wrong with him but she doesn’t care as long as she can still find ways to squeeze a bit of love out of him. this is where that stops. this is where she changes some of her morals, because she realizes that her father won’t change and yeah, it does destroy her. then, he calls dcfs on the siblings and gets them separated, and debbie is put all alone in an abusive home. this is obviously going to destroy a girl with severe abandonment issues, not to mention a girl who has never been alone like this before. so when she gets out of that house, obviously she’s gonna be more traumatized. then, when they go to family court, she discovers that monica and fiona saw each other, and she doesn’t want to be their mother anymore. this breaks debbie even more, and she hears frank’s bullshit about how he loves his kids and even though she’s trying to make herself hate him, she still listens to it and testifies with carl. later on, when she’s talking to sheila and taking care of her, it’s revealed that debbie blames herself for monica leaving, and if monica were to return and stay she would forgive her and welcome her with open arms.

^ so with all of that considered, she’s gonna be fucked up. and that’s only part of the reason she acts the way she does. we have her parents absence, but also her older siblings. with her parents out of the way, she becomes more dependent on fiona, but fiona is now constantly at work, leaving them with sheila, and then… well, we all know what happens with fiona in season 4. as for lip, he’s off at college. that’s that. then, ian has run away and all they have is a couple of texts. she’s desperate to get him back but fiona assures her he’s fine, and she doesn’t believe it. so when she and lip go find ian, he’s different. he’s gone. frank and monica were the people she depended on, then they were gone, and now her older siblings, her three constants and role modes, seem to be gone, too.

debbie becomes colder because she is more alone. no parents, no parental figures, she becomes even more independent than she previously was. she decides she doesn’t need anyone. holly and ellie teach her about a new way to get attention, which is using her sexuality, something she never really tried to use for attention because she’s thirteen. she starts sexualizing herself, and holly tells her she likes matty, so she decides she does. and remember how debbie decided she didn’t need anyone to depend on? yeah, bullshit. matty is a new adult in her life and with frank dying, she needs someone for male validation. matty tells her she’s sexy and a great dancer, and he gives her food, lets her sleep in his bed, and gives her the attention she thinks that she needs. she doesn’t realize she’s being groomed, she thinks it’s love. he even promises to have sex with her when she’s 16 and he’s 23 because his main concern is if it’s illegal or not.

in season 4, debbie is left, used, bullied, humiliated, and ruined. she’s a thirteen year old girl, and being thirteen as a girl is rough. her mind is changing, along with her body, her family, her life, everything. debbie historically does horrible with change, it shouldn’t at all be surprising that she acts how she does. what people view as a bitch or a brat is so obviously a hurt, traumatized child and it’s almost disturbing that people don’t seem to see that. i’ve seen debbie mocked for matty, and while in season 5 the situation got worse, she didn’t do anything wrong in season 4. all that she did was have more attitude, but it was clearly a trauma response. debbie was ignored and hurt in season 4, she was a victim. and she was realistic. the change was expected and necessary for her character. case closed.

#shameless #debbie gallagher #season 4 #shameless season 4 #season 3 #shameless season 3 #frank gallagher #monica gallagher #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #holly herkimer #matty baker #sheila jackson #shameless meta #meta #character analysis

[marvelgaynesstothemax]

*chucks this post violently onto your front step*

DELIVERY!!!

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Karen: Please tell me you didn’t drag Matt into this!

Frank: I didn’t drag Matt into this.

*knocking on the door*

Karen: Frank…

Frank: Yeah?

Karen: Who is that?

Frank: ….. I think you know

————————————————————————

Matt, seriously: I think you have PTSD.

Frank: Yeah, I have PTSD; Proficient Talent for Sucking Dick.

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Frank, just waking up: Why are you calling me this early in the morning altar boy?

Matt, audibly panicked: I need your help, I’ve done something really bad—

Frank: Finally! Put the corpse on ice, I’m on my way.

Matt: wait that’s- that’s not- how dare you-

———————————————————————���

Karen: Matt is missing. Can you find him?

Frank: Do you think I have him microchipped or something?

Karen: Well, do you?

Frank: Yeah… Hang on just a sec

————————————————————————

Matt: We just gotta suck it up and do this.

Matt: Now give me that grunt that means ok.

Frank: *grunts*

Matt: Thank you dear.

————————————————————————

Matt: I have decided I am a snack. People are just not hungry.

Frank, under his breath: I’m fucking starving.

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Jessica: *reading a newspaper*

Headline: BREAKING NEWS: Frank Castle and his lawyer Matthew Murdock reportedly spotted in a gay bar!

Jessica: Ok and? “Fork spotted in kitchen!” Come on now

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Frank: What goes up, but never comes down?

Matt: The amount of stress you bring me.

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Matt: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It’s terrible for the environment!

Frank: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

#frank castle #daredevil #punisher #matt murdock #multiple text posts #incorrect quotes #frankmatt #fratt #lmao #gayshipsareyayships #jessica jones #karen page

[itwasthereaminuteago]

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!

"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.

-

Tagging ppl who might be into it?

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[grippingbeskar]

Loving this celebration! Congrats on doing so well your work totally deserves it! I have a bit of a challenge - May I ask for 9🍟 AND a 🥂 (dealers choice) with Frank or Matt?

— thankyou so much!!! and thankyou for this i had so much fun with it omg. sorry it took so long i swear i will get these done i am just slow lately. LUV YA!

—prompts:

🍟 9. kill me right now, then. do it.

🥂 4. how badly do you want me?

“Kill me right now, then. Do it.” Daredevil all but spits at you, using the last of his energy to thrash under your hold. It’s useless— you’ve got him pinned down, arms above his head, body weight keeping him underneath you. You tilt your head, nearly amused at his attempt to free himself.

“You think that little of me?” The black material wrapped around his eyes and head is drenched in rainwater and blood, so when he moves again, the tied up end slaps harshly against the concrete. “I’m not gonna kill you, baby.”

“I know what you do. It’s disgusting— merciless. I think nothing of you. You kill innocent people every day and you call it justice.” He says it all through gritted teeth, and you know it’s because if he relaxes that pretty jawline of his, he won’t be able to speak to you with so much hate— and a little bit of truth might just fall out.

“You wanna know what I think?”

“No.” You smile, and even though he’s tired his head tilts to the right just slightly, like he’s a puppy ready to listen for a command, knowing there’s a treat at the end of it.

“Yes, you do.” Your hands tighten around his wrists, and he groans in pain. Your heart is slamming in your chest— you don’t want to hurt him. You want to do the opposite to him, really, but he needs to crack first, and if all it takes is a little bit of pressure, then you’d apply it. Hard. “What I think, is that you want me.”

“I want nothing to do with you. I want you in prison, where you belong, and then I never want to see or hear from you again.” He seethes, and you free one of your hands, keeping his own pinned under one palm and using the other to grab his jaw.

“You always find me, but only when you know I’m alone. You grab at me, pin me down, knock me around a little, but you never pull the trigger.”

“I’m not like you—“

“I meant figuratively, altar boy. I know you— you wouldn’t kill me, but tell me one other person you’ve ever spent this long taking on. If you can tell me one time you’ve ever given up opportunities to take someone in, one time you’ve ever secretly hoped someone would beat you, or slowed yourself down to give someone time to get away— tell me anyone other than me that you think of late at night, with a hand around—“

“Fuck you.” His breathing was rapid and uneven, and you smile even wider now.

“It’s your dirty little secret, isn’t it? How you let me go again and again, let yourself get beat to shit, just for the chance you’d see me again.” You shuffle down a little, hips purposefully swaying in slow circles as you keep him in position. “It’s enough to make a girl blush. The Daredevil— having a little crush on me?”

“What do you want from me?” You lean down, watching as his breath hitches when the heat of your words brush against the underside of his jaw.

“What I want to know, is what do you want from me?” Your lips hardly touch his skin, but he nearly chokes on your name, as your hips shuffle a little lower, meeting his. “What do you want me to do to you? Tell me all those little fantasies you have, and if you do, I’ll make them come true right now. All you have to do is tell me. How badly do you want me?”

“I don’t want…” You’re the one who sucks in a low breath this time, the thin leather of your pants hiding nothing from you— he was hard, a solid outline pressing into your inner thigh. “Fuck. Fuck—“

“It’s okay, baby. You can tell me.” He shudders, and you slowly let go of his wrists above his head. You half expect him to throw you off, half to grab you and kiss you. What you don’t expect is for him to stay there, arms above his head, like he’s afraid to move. For a second you think you’ve read him wrong, and maybe this isn’t what he wants, but then his head turns and dips, and he kisses you.

It’s light and slow, his lips tentatively moulding against yours like he’s not sure you aren’t going to pull away and punch him again, so you use your now free hands to cup his face softly. He sighs, like the pain he was in just a second ago melts away, and when you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip he opens his mouth for you. Normally, you think Daredevil would kiss with dominance— a fever and passion that would have both of you fighting for top place, and one day you’ll get that too, but it’s been a long night for him and gives in immediately to you. The submission makes your head spin, and you indulge it for too long before pulling away, biting your lip as he leans forward to chase you back.

“Tell me to stop.” You whisper against his neck, trailing soft kisses down to where the tight seam of his shirt keeps him covered. “We can call this one a draw.”

“Don’t—“

“Don’t what?” You still, your stomach dropping.

“Don’t stop. Fuck— keep going.” His jaw goes slack as you feel his hips buck against you, a small moan vibrating against his skin at the feeling.

“You need me to keep going?” He nods, his hands finally coming down from above his head, skating gently along your sides. The cold night outside mixed with how soft he was touching you now had you shivering— he’s only ever touched you with the intent to hold you down, but now he wanted you above him, and he was all soft and sweet about it. It was enough to have you feeling dizzy, but you focused on your own movements, fingers tearing at the button of his pants and pulling them down.

One of his hands rests on your hip, the other bringing your face back to his. Your nose brushes against the black mask as you kiss him again, and he groans into your mouth when he feels your hand slip underneath the band of his boxers and wrap around his length. He’s hard and heavy in your hand, your thumb brushing over the tip of him making him jolt forward.

“Shit— ah, fuck just… just like that.” You imagine his eyes fluttering closed under the mask, and watch as his head falls back against the concrete.

“This what you thought about?” You say sickly sweet in his ear, and he lets out a pathetic sound that goes straight to your core, heat and electricity shooting down your spine. You stroke him up and down, kissing him between words. “What you needed?”

“Need you…” He manages before saying your name, a high pitched tone similar to when you punch him in the face. “Fuck, I—“

“That’s it, tell me what you want.” You encourage him, letting him take control of the kiss, moaning when his tongue expertly figures you out, knows what you need even though you’re the one asking him.

“This. Want you on top of me. Taking what you want.” You stroke him faster, your free hand resting on his lower stomach, feeling his abs tense with anticipation. “Oh fuck, slow down or I’ll—��

“So good, Matty. Relax and I’ll do whatever you want. Cum like this and I’ll take you home.” His face scrunches up and then relaxes, like for a second he was considering holding out but it just felt too good and he was so tired. He wasn’t lying— he needed this.

He moans long and loud, and with a few more pumps of your hand he spills onto his already ruined shirt. Your toes curl at the sound, at the sight of him completely blissed out, totally relaxed for the first time. His chest rises and falls and you can’t help but lean down to kiss him again, an action he returns with as much energy as he can spare.

You feel him smile lazily, and you take your time putting him back together, enjoying the whining sounds he makes when you run your fingers up and down his cock, sensitivity making him flinch away and toward you all at once.

You think he’d notice when he comes down from his high, but he just kisses you again and leans on you as you walk down off the rooftop and lead him towards your place. You think he’d say something before he buried his face between your legs, going down on you for hours. He never even brings it up when he finally drives into you, fucking you with all the energy and dominance you know he has. But he doesn’t. It’s like he’s ignoring it, not wanting to pop whatever bubble the two of you have made.

Because he needed this— he never brings up why you already know his name, and why when he takes the mask off, there’s never a shadow of doubt that you knew who he was.

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Congratulations on 3k!!! You deserve all of that and more!!! Thank you for all your hard work and excellent writing!!! <3

Can I request a midnights (from the vault) ticket with either Matthew or Frank (up to you because for the life of me I couldn’t decided. I feel it fits Matt better but Frank is my number 1 boy 🥴) with the quote “You, you love it how I move you. You love it how I touch you. My one, when all is said and done. You'll believe God is a woman”

oh nonnie, i know frank is your main guy, but this song is so matty coded

and y'all know i love some good slutty religious imagery

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as a reminder, from the vault means it's spicy! (minors dni)

blurb below the cut

god is a woman (matt's version) (from the vault)*

when all is said and done / you’ll believe god is a woman

Matt didn’t think it was humanly possible to feel this way. He was suspended in a delectable juxtaposition of his body feeling so tightly wound up, but also so completely free despite his righteous fists being pinned to the mattress above his head. His pleas for mercy got mistranslated on their journey from his brain to his tongue and ended up becoming repetitive prayers for more.

But you didn’t punish the Devil for his greed.

Instead, you granted him exactly what he asked for.

After all, he’d been such a good boy. Matt never hesitated to drop to his knees to beg for your forgiveness when another late night turned into another early morning with cold, empty sheets. He often sought retribution at the altar between your thighs, confessing his sins with his wicked tongue tracing each letter of his prayer of penance against your clit. He’d stay on his knees and worship you for as long as you could stand it, and then he’d seek communion in your body, and only when you baptized his greedy cock with the pure essence that flooded from your temple did he finally feel forgiven.

But tonight, you weren’t waiting for Matt to attend worship on his own. You were demanding it.

The fucked out look on Matt’s face as you rode his cock and held his strong hands captive, rendering him fully at your mercy, sent a surge of power through your veins. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, the most feared man in the city, was writhing and whimpering beneath you, begging and pleading, and it made you feel like a God. 

Moving your hips in slow, purposeful circles, you elicited the most beautiful hymn from Matt’s lips. He was so close to escaping purgatory, the entrance to the heaven within you dangling in front of him like enticing forbidden fruit. An angelic note of faux sympathy sounded from your lips as you stared down at him.

“You need it, don’t you baby?”

Every single one of Matt’s senses were completely overstimulated, and he was nearly on the verge of tears, he was so desperate. His blank hazel eyes stared up in your direction as if you were the heavens, and his kiss bitten plump lips were parted as he panted, calling out your name over and over like you were the only deity he could remember the name of. He prayed harder to you than he had ever prayed for anything in his entire life. He needed you to grant him permission to the Eden within your walls.

“pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

A deviant grin stretched across your lips watching your Devil fall from grace.

“Let me have it, Matty. Give it all to me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, and you knew he would. Matt was devoutly and irrevocably yours; body and soul. 

And at that moment, his God was a woman, and it was you.

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I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

summary: After the great battle against the forces of Gaea, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had formed a long-lasting alliance. Everything had gone well, and everyone was ready to start anew. This included Nico, who, after confessing his feelings to Percy, was prepared to open a new chapter in his life—perhaps the happiest one the Fates had ever written.

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[CHAPTER 18]

IT WAS ALWAYS DIFFICULT TO RETURN TO THAT CAMP, ESPECIALLY AT THAT TIME OF YEAR. The snow had settled on the ground, some kids were engaged in snowball fights, while others were building snowmen that vaguely resembled Mr. D. some looked more like baby Minotaurs or other mythological figures.

He took in a deep breath of the cold air of the camp, it was definitely different from New Rome. There were still few demigods inside—some would arrive in the afternoon, others the next day.

He went to settle into his cabin, unpacking his belongings. Somehow, it felt good to be back at the camp.

Nico was about to throw himself onto the bed and rest after that journey through the shadows, when someone knocked on the door of his cabin. With a sigh, he got up and went to open it, only to be greeted by the son of Jupiter. Nico somehow expected him—it had been strange not to encounter him at the entrance.

"How was the trip?" he asked, stepping into the cabin, which was the complete opposite of his apartment. Nico sighed, closing the door. "Fine" he replied, sitting back on the bed. How much he wanted to sleep.

"And how are things going at the camp? Have they started decorating everything yet?" he chuckled, looking around. It was strange, but he had never been inside there before. That cabin was unsettling, a part of him feared it was a vague reproduction of Hades' palace, the only place Nico had ever truly lived. The walls were high and so dark they seemed made of shadows. Jason avoided getting too close, almost afraid of being sucked in. The floor was so polished it created the illusion of walking on air. There weren't many decorations on the walls, just reliefs and torches that reflected—in an almost agonizing dance—the reflections of that green light. Most of the windows—which he noticed had very particular details—were positioned to the west, only a couple to the east that illuminated a corner of the room where he had placed some sort of altar, next to it was a pomegranate vase, its fruits as red as freshly spilled blood. He turned his gaze to Nico, who was sitting on the white poplar bed, a part of him imagined it came directly from Hades. Suddenly Jason found his own cabin—with that statue of Zeus towering over everything—not so bad after all. "Yes" Nico replied, pretending not to notice the tension in his friend's eyes. There was nothing inside that could hurt him. "The Temple of Saturn is overflowing with gifts" he said without much enthusiasm. "Frank said they'll be going overboard or something this year, whatever that means" he muttered, lying back on the mattress, crossing his hands behind his head. Jason chuckled; apparently, the Roman boy had understood well what his former legion intended to do. "Is there anything happening here?" Jason asked. After Annabeth, Nico was the one who knew the most, being one of the few to respect and understand the traditions of ancient Greece.

"In reality, no" he replied, looking up at the ceiling, which was also so dark it seemed invisible. "Once upon a time, they used to celebrate the abundance of harvests and perform theatrical performances that told the story of Mr. D's birth" he explained. "But honestly, no one does it anymore"

Jason felt a bit disappointed; he was used to celebrating and feasting at this time of year. "So it'll be just like any other month" the son of Jupiter concluded. Nico lowered his head toward him, staring at him for a few moments without saying a word. He too would have liked to say it was just like any other month. "Yeah, well, at least there's snow" he tried to spin it differently; everyone at the camp enjoyed the snow, except for the children of Demeter. His friend sighed, it was a meager consolation. Nico sat back down, feeling a certain sympathy for Jason, everything was truly new to him.

Then in the distance, the conch shell sounded, they had been chatting for so long that they hadn't noticed how late it had become. They went out together, careful not to slip on the icy steps, heading toward the mess hall and sitting at their usual spot.

As soon as they settled, they were served by the graceful nymphs, who gracefully seemed to dance among the tables serving the demigods. Then everyone made their offerings to the bonfire, thanking one of the gods. Nico also made his offering, asking something from his father, although perhaps he should have asked a particular goddess. He shrugged, sighing heavily, hoping nonetheless that he had been listened to and that his father hadn't started laughing with some skeleton.

"You look— upset" Jason commented, seeing him return all sulky, Nico hadn't realized he was so lost in his thoughts. "Yeah, I was just thinking about something" he said, sitting down and starting to eat.

"Does it have to do with..." his friend didn't need to finish the sentence—by now, he knew and it was clear who he was talking about. Nico sighed; ever since he had told him, it had become easier to talk about it. "Yes" he confirmed. "We talked last night, and he said he would spend the holidays here at the camp this winter"

Jason's eyes lit up, finally some good news. "Isn't that awesome?"

"I guess so" Nico replied, playing with his food. "I don't know what to say to him" he raised his gaze, looking him straight in the eyes, explaining his problem, which didn't seem like much when said out loud.

"You're making too much of it" he smiled at him. "Just tell him things as they are, and that's it"

Nico just sighed, it wasn't as simple as he thought. "Yes. maybe" he muttered, finally eating something.

Later that afternoon, they went to the basketball court, one of the few activities left to do at the camp besides sparring. Since neither of them felt like pulling out their swords, they went to the court to shoot some hoops. They started with a simple friendly game to warm up their muscles, but it quickly turned into a full-on one-on-one match. Jason was quite fast but often slipped on the ice, while Nico wasn't doing too bad either. Sometimes he seemed to appear like a shadow behind Jason and steal the ball, and then Jason would respond by leveraging his acrobatic skills.

They ended up drenched in sweat, panting heavily, with laughter ready to burst out. It had been a while since Nico had enjoyed himself so much at Camp Half-Blood.

"Gods! You got me good" Jason gasped as he wiped his icy forehead.

"You did the same" Nico replied, catching his breath.

They walked back up the court together, shivering down their spines, heading toward their respective cabins where a long and pleasant hot shower awaited them. It had been a real gamble to go to the basketball court and let their competitive instincts take over, it would be fortunate not to catch a cold.

The son of Hades enjoyed under the hot water for a while, emerging from the bathroom shrouded in a cloud of steam. He put on a sweater and wrapped in clean clothes, finally lay down on the bed to rest.

He didn't really fall asleep, he mostly stared at an indistinct point on the ceiling, thinking, as he has often done in these last months, improvising a hypothetical monologue in which, for once, he would monopolize the conversation.

[CONTENTS]

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[theamothecary]

Frank: No! This is not happening!

Matt: Yes, it is. You said it was up to me. My choice!

Frank: That was before you made this dumbass call, Red!

Matt: Frank, why does this always end in a fight?!

Frank: You know why, Altar Boy! You can't force me to watch--!

Matt: Sister Act is a classic, Frank! And so is the sequel!

#fratt #frankmatt

[bellaxgiornata]

Because it's not a vacation themed series of weird internal dialogues if I don't share our boys at the beach. This is probably the last vacation themed one since I am heading home this morning (and really hoping to get an update and some writing done this afternoon). This one features a surprise appearance.

Michael, relaxing on a folding chair looking at the water: 'S'not so bad here. Actually warm and sunny, unlike Dublin. And the beer was a good idea.

Matt: Technically not legal for us to drink since this is a public beach.

Frank, kicking his legs out and opening a bottle: Then you don't have to drink any, altar boy.

Matt, shaking his head: No, no. I'm definitely drinking. I need to dull my senses from all this sand on my skin somehow.

Michael, glancing at Matt beside him: That bad, yeah?

Matt, wincing: Imagine walking through hundreds of shards of glass. And then having hundreds more stuck to your feet.

Michael: Yeah, ya definitely need a drink.

Frank, handing Matt a beer: I'll admit, it wasn't so bad bein' stuck here with you two for a few days.

Matt: And she did want us to stop fighting so much, which I suppose we managed finally.

Frank: Suppose we did.

Michael: I'd rather be stuck here with ya both than any o' my family, I'll tell ya that. Especially Amanda lately. Always tryin' to ruin things on me.

Frank: Is your family that--

Bella, walking around the three with a folding chair in hand: Afternoon, boys. I hope one of those beers is for me, Frank.

Frank, immediately opening a bottle and handing it over: Yes, ma'am.

Matt, looking confused: We weren't expecting you to stop by. Something wrong?

Bella, shrugging: Figured I'd join when I saw you three were relaxing here. I could use a break from writing. I see you've all been getting along during your trip, too. I'm so proud of the three of you! Even sharing a bed together?

Frank, frowning: Whoa, whoa, hold on there.

Matt, also frowning: You said you'd keep that quiet!

Bella opens the chair in front of the boys and sits down.

Bella: I didn't say for how long I would keep that quiet, though. You're a lawyer, Matty. You should know about loopholes.

Michael, brows furrowing as he gestures at the water: Pet, don't ya want to sit facin' the other way? You're missin' the view.

Bella, getting comfortable: The three of you are shirtless on a beach and you think I want to look at water?

Frank, chuckling: Lady has a point.

Matt, smirking: We are the view, Michael. Knew that the moment she walked over here with the way her body--

Bella, pointing a firm finger: Read my body, Murdock, and that unnamed cat of yours is mine.

Matt, face softening: I miss that little ball of fur...

Bella, patting Matt’s knee: I know, you'll see your unnamed trash cat soon, Matty.

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SERIES

the best things happen in threes* (in progress) - frank needs a place to stay, what's the worst that can happen from just one night?

untouchable* (in progress) - frankie castiglione is different among the other mob bosses of new york city’s crime families. he’s the most level-headed – sane, even, and that’s all because of you. he’s untouchable if you’re happy… and that makes him dangerous

thinking about...*

ONE SHOTS

winner's streak*

HEADCANONS

poly matt and frank as dads | part two

going on a winter roadtrip upstate*

EVENT RESPONSES

deliberately flirting with frank to make matt jealous*

stay quiet, baby*

shut up, the both of you*

two's better than one* - prompt: 'you won't hurt me'

be still and feel my beating heart* - prompt: tracing your lover's scars

DRABBLES/BLURBS

inhale*

double trouble*

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