Violet

He'll lie over you with his weight carefully placed against your tits, kissing you while he slips into your cunt slowly. He gives you every inch of his cock as he means it to be love.

But...there are nights when this gentleness lasts around thirty seconds. Don't worry, he'll last longer inside you.

You might pull his hair, or tell him harder, faster, or whisper that you've been thinking about him all day and wanted him inside you the minute he came home.

He'll listen, knocking a first, harsh thrust. Maybe while he's sucking your breast, or kissing your nipple.

"Again, Tom. Please."

Tom froze when he got a gasp out of you, but after your plea, the guy stops being careful in the same exact way.

He puts his arms beneath you and drags you back into each thrust as he presses his face into the side of your neck. His breaths grow gruff, and every so often, he gets brave enough to say something filthy against your skin.

Wow. Tom, brave? You bring a lot out of him. Well, to be fair, every comment is full of disbelief that he's allowed to say them. Still, it's the thought that counts, right?

"You're so wet for me, baby. You feel too good. Thought...though about your pussy all day."

Tom can never choose to stick with calling your vagina pussy or cunt. That's endearing, almost as endearing as when he says these things like they're crimes he's committing against your pussy (cunt? hooha? pick, Tom).

But you know what's funny? He doesn't realize the iron grip he keeps on you until you mention it later. To him, he was being affectionate.

...Okay, so...admittedly, the affectionate occurred while he was pounding you into the bed and telling you how perfect your cunt is for keeping his cum warm.

But, heyyyy, Tom considers this a very loving act. He really is loving you through it.

The brutal, sloppy pumping that makes your thighs sticky is paired with Tom's mouth cutely pecking your shoulder, and every gross thing he tells you is followed by very sincere words.

"You're beautiful. Are you all right? I missed you today."

But what gets you to fall in love with him? He could be holding your wrists against the headboard, watching you nearly drool your moans, and still need you to tell him that he's doing well fucking you. Like he needs more than the proof of your shuddered, shaking orgasms.

...Your pleasure with him reassures him that he belongs inside your belly.

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Pairing: Frank Castle x f!Reader x Matt Murdock

Summary: After months of pining in an underground safe house in New York, Frank, Reader, and Matt finally let the sexual tension come to a head when a conversation swiftly turns from innocent to sensual after Frank confesses his deepest desire to Reader.

a/n for context: My poly!fratt content has never been apart of a chronological series, or even necessarily happening in the same universe. I've always left it vague enough to make these more like oneshots, and less like a cohesive story. In this instance, Frank, Matt, and Reader have never been together and are discovering their feelings for each other for the first time. This is straight up S M U T.

Wordcount: 4.4k

Tom Loftis x reader thoughts (because I am once again smitten by a pathetic middle aged man with a deep sadness in his eyes)

Thinking about Tom overhearing you giggling with your friend about "the cute mayor" while visiting the town hall after moving to the island.

He would be absolutely smitten, smiling like a fool at the notion that someone beautiful like you would find him cute.

He would find himself eagerly looking for you in the hall, hoping you'd have another form to fill out or a letter to be notarized, any excuse to feel those butterflies in his stomach when you smile at him.

He'd try to be sauve, not sure what someone like you would even find interesting beyond his memorized list of fun facts about the island. But of course he'd stumble over his words a little, awkwardly trying to convince himself more than you that this quaint little town is actually quite charming.

He finally asks you to grab a coffee, a latte to be precise, touting the new espresso machine he convinced them to buy. He visibly blushes when you say 'yes' and again when you let your fingertips brush over his hand at the table.

The coffee date turned into a long walk on the beach, talking and laughing and getting to know each other, which has since turned into talking late into the night in the passenger seat of his old jeep.

He'd been on a handful of dates over the last decade, some more memorable than others, but ultimately all forgettable in the end. But things felt different with you, they felt exciting but also comfortable, safe.

He offered to give you a ride home but of course didn't try to invite himself inside. He stares ahead at the empty road, the streetlight casting a warm glow on your face. The tension is palpable, Tom's hesitation all but written on his forehead.

So you decide to be brave, for both your sake, and lean across the console to kiss his cheek. His skin immediately flushes, his eyes wide with surprise.

He hesitates for a moment before finally facing you, reaching out to gingerly tuck your hair behind your ear. He wants to badly to be a romantic.

He slowly closes the distance between you, eyes nervously darting back and forth between your own and your lips. And finally, for once in his life, he actually decides to live a little and presses his lips against yours. You can practically feel the giggle of excitement he tries to stifle.

an: so this was SO fun to write, i feel like i keep saying that but everyones asks are so interesting! this one actually reminds me of the vibes of part 5 (whenever I finish it) so i hope you enjoy it!!

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Don't Look Out the Window

Sleep came quickly for you when you returned from a girls night at Patricia’s; laughing, listening to the radio, and wine all made the perfect concoction to tuck you to bed. 

But your sleep was ripped away just as easily when the sound of a ferry horn jolted you awake like it was your own phone alarm inches away from your ear. You scrambled to sit upright, snatching your phone to ensure it wasn’t just that, and suddenly, you were left in a silence that only your thundering heartbeat could fill. 

Checking your phone again, you looked for the time through squinted eyes. 2:17 am. 

You laid yourself back down, going still in hopes of slowing down your heart rate that made everything from head to toe feel like a shaken can of soda. When you found some semblance of peace again though, a metallic groan started low and far, then started to reverberate through the walls of your home. 

Sitting up, all hope of sleep was gone now. You threw the sheets off and made your way to your bedroom window.

All was dark outside save for the harbor a few miles down where specks of lights poked into the night. You normally could hear the ferry and its accompanying sounds, especially when shipments were coming in. But nothing looked out of the ordinary. Nothing could have made that sound that close to her home. 

It was also the middle of the night 

Another light caught your eye, on your very street where the streetlights were always buggy.  They started to blink. One by one trailing from the harbor and closer inland. 

“Whatever,” you whispered to yourself. 

But just as you turned back to bed, three soft taps echoed from the front door downstairs. 

The sound made you still, but the most rational part of your mind told you it was most likely Ruth who heard the noise as well. She was your neighbor and it wasn’t the first time she’s knocked on your door at various times in the night.  With half lidded eyes and your t-shirt swallowing you whole, you made your way downstairs, but everything was quiet. 

Not a single thing was out of place. Almost unnervingly so. It made you realize you couldn’t even hear the wind outside.

You approached the door, the rising suspicion only still in the shallow end of your thoughts, and you moved on your tippy toes this time and much slower. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You froze. It was too gentle, too evenly spaced with a split second pause between. It was enough to make the temperature drop substantially, your muscles locking.. The peephole in your door dared you to look, but part of you was scared of what would be there. 

Maybe it was Ruth. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was something else entirely. The fear started to swim deeper.

Then, the three taps sounded on your back door, and you whipped around so fast that you nearly lost your footing.

This time, your heart exploded in your chest and something gripped your core. 

You finally forced yourself to look out the peephole and when nothing waited on the other side, the ice cold grip seized your core . If you thought the silence was loud earlier, it was roaring now. You weren’t sure if your ears were ringing or if that churning metal sound was creaking through your floorboards again 

The home you stood in felt like a bubble, one that was ready to pop with whatever loomed outside. 

But nothing came.

Except for a rotting smell that came slowly and then all at once. It was worse than the bay on a hot summer day, when low tide was at its peak and everything from the depths worked its way up. 

You covered your mouth, disgust wrenched in your features as you looked around the darkness of your first floor. 

There was something more morbid about its pungent scent that almost made you gag. 

But as you turned, a movement hung on the periphery of your vision. You froze again, and unlike before, every hair on your body stood achingly sharp. Despite everything in your evolution that screamed at you to run, you couldn’t move. 

A guttural sound started low and then the voice raised, like the dead taking its first breath of air. It croaked and groaned, louder, and you could hear the way its jaw moved around the sound. It started to get closer.

Slowly, you turned towards the thing at the corner of your vision.

The moment you saw the silhouette of the figure, its coated jacket catching in the faint moonlight, its gnarled and bony hand reached for your shoulder. Its grip brought you back to reality, and you ran out of your house without looking back.

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You didn’t grab shoes. You didn’t grab your keys. You just ran until your lungs were on fire to the only place you knew by heart; Tom’s house. 

“Tom!” you shouted on borrowed air, gasping as you caught your breath. 

Finally, you reached the door. Every muscle fiber in your leg contracted and screamed as you climbed the stairs to his porch. 

“Tom!” you cried, banging on the door. 

You looked behind you, swearing whatever brushed your shoulder in your home was still lurking, like its hot breath from a plane beyond your understanding was still in your ear. 

The second the door cracked open, you pushed your way through both out of desperation and the weakness in your limbs. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Tom mirrored, panicking too  as you rushed into his arms. “What’s wrong?”

You had no words, not that you could formulate them as the air finally recirculated. Tom’s arms tightened around you, but one loosened so he could shut the door and lock it with haste. His arm quickly came back around your shoulder, squeezing tight and piecing together the parts of you that unraveled on your way here. 

Ragged breaths poured from you in faint wheezes, the whimpers dragged out with them muffled from where you buried your head in his chest. 

Tom pleaded your name again, hand coming to the back of your head to gently stroke your hair. You could hear his own heart racing beneath your ear. 

“There was—“ you panted.

The moment you tried to recall everything was when everything unraveled in your chest. Your throat tightened, an impossible lump forming at the back, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Tears inevitably slipped through, stinging against your dry eyes. Tom didn’t notice at first until your shoulders started to shake. 

“There was—“ you began again, lifting your head to look at him. 

Tom's brows furrowed, eyes softening down at you with a deep sadness. His hands came up to clutch your face, thumb striking away the tears that spilled. 

“What is it, honey? What happened?” Tom asked softer now. 

“There was something in my house.” 

Tom’s hands tensed, the sensation going all the way up to his shoulders. He let out a sigh, eyes flickering up to the ceiling before looking down at you. 

“Do you want me to radio the sheriff? Send someone by?” 

You immediately shook your head. 

“I-I don’t think the Sheriff can help with this.” 

Tom looked at you with a suspicion you didn’t know you feared until now; one that held skepticism, doubt even. It was a look you knew all too well, but you chose to ignore it. It seems he did too when he pulled you back against him. 

But after standing for a moment, the aching of your bare feet started to surge through your legs. You tensed, hissing at the pain.

Tom drew back and followed your gaze to the floor. 

“You ran here?!” 

“No, I flew.” you frowned, the tears still sitting in your eyes. “Of course I ran! Something was in my house!” 

“Right.” Tom nodded, lips forming a thin line. “Come on.”

Tom’s hand snaked around your waist for support as he guided you to the bathroom on the first floor. Every step felt like a fire on the soles of your feet, shooting up every time your foot came down. He sat you, slowly, at the edge of the white tub and quickly turned the water on.

You swung your legs over, feet reaching the warm water that started to fill with relief. 

Tom leaned down, hands resting on your shoulders. “I’ll be right back.” he said, a firm kiss planted on the top of your head. 

He first returned with his green hoodie to serve as some comfort over the t-shirt you chose to sleep in. 

Then, he came back with a warm mug of tea. 

Your eyes stung, yearning for sleep the longer you sat here. The tea would surely drive the last nail in. But you took it, gratefully, and tiredly smiled up at him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. “I’m sorry for coming here like this.” 

Tom sat beside you on the same edge of the tub, his legs facing out instead of in. The hand closest to you came to rest on your leg as you took a sip, and he looked at you with concern etched in his tired face. 

“Don’t ever apologize for coming here if you don’t feel safe in your house.” Tom sighed, shaking his head at you. “Only you would try to apologize for that.” 

A weak tug pulled at the corner of your lips. You leaned your head on his shoulder. 

“You must think I’m crazy.” 

Silence followed for almost a beat too lung, but then he snickered. 

“No, I knew that when we first met.” Tom said, the fondness warm in his tone. “So you’re going to have to try harder than that if you want to scare me off.” 

You laughed; whether from somewhere genuine or out of delirium, you laughed until tears pricked your eyes again. The feeling that bubbled in your chest felt so foreign given the sheer terror you felt tonight, but that was what made Tom so special to you. 

“I know what I saw, though.” you shuddered. Your thoughts lingered on that sound, that feeling of something bony latching on. “I know how it sounds but—“ 

“You can tell me tomorrow.” Tom softly interjected, hand leaving your leg to cup your face still damp from tears. Your chin was pinched between his thumb and finger to keep your eyes locked on his. “And I will be making a call to the sheriff whether you like it or not.”

“I don’t think–” 

Tom shook his head. “Whether the thing is still there or not, it would give me some peace of mind.”

Nodding, you relinquished any and all thinking you had to do on your end. Whatever ghoulish figure lingered in your home was nothing short of a weekly occurrence on this island. They always came and went, giving another story for an islander to pass on one day. 

You two sat there on the edge of the tub until you finished your tea; Tom offered silence, his hand still gently stroking your thigh.

“Did I wake Evan?” you finally asked.

Tom snickered softly. “He’s sleeping at a friends–allegedly.” 

You nodded with understanding, head returning to his shoulder. 

“Good, because that would have been embarrassing.” 

When your mug was empty, you dried off and let Tom guide you back upstairs to his room. You tucked yourself in while still wearing the forest green hoodie and when the bed sunk in beside you, you wasted no time before latching onto him. Tom’s arm quickly came over you, squeezing you closer against his chest.

Your head moved with the motion of his deep breath, a sound that would lull you to sleep no matter where you were.

“Thank you,” you tiredly spoke, muffled from the fabric.

You felt his smile deep in his chest and the hum of his voice. “Don’t thank me. Thank the ghost. I like this sleeping arrangement.” 

A soft bit of laughter escaped you, something to unwind the last of your nerves before drifting off to sleep entangled with Tom. You wouldn’t even acknowledge that he used the word “ghost”, instead just grateful that he listened and didn’t bat an eye before trying to just make you feel safe. 

~

Sleeping at Tom’s house was always a feat to escape in the morning because he had a grip of steel with one arm snaking around your midsection and a strong reluctance to let go. More often than not, you didn’t fight it. But this morning, you were slightly anxious to see if what happened last night was real or if it was a ghost. 

Tom drove you home where the Sheriff inevitably found nothing. 

Of course, your neighbors peaked their heads out their windows to see what all the commotion was about, and it became even more embarrassing that the Sheriff also doubted your ghost story. 

But someone else joined you on your front lawn, almost passing for just another stranger walking by. When you glanced behind you, you saw Wyck standing there scrutinizing your home.

“Said you heard a ferry horn, did ya?” 

Tom sighed at your side. “Wyck, don’t–”

“Yes.” you interjected. 

Wyck made a look at Tom and then back at you. “And you looked out the window?”

You nodded, hesitantly. “Yes? There was another sound too afterwards.”

“You met the ferryman.” Wyck affirmed. 

Tom threw his arms up and turned away, but you tilted your head out of curiosity. 

“He’ll return to shore and look for lodging, the first to look out their window and he’ll come knocking,” he recited.

It all hit you at once; the knocking, the glisten of a polished raincoat, and the horrible stench of the sea. By the time you looked back at Wyck, a shade lighter this time from the realization, he was already walking away. Tom was relieved but you were left slightly more shaken than before. 

the fem!reader i always write for rust is definitely her own little character at this point and she is exactly like that, similar but balancing to rust. for sure freaks out marty and maggie a little bit, definitely as blunt as rust but less flat in energy..

i did start a little run in fluff fic where they run into marty and maggie on a date night so here it is ! <3 i’ll also write a wake up fic cause it’s really cute to think abt

drive in : rust cohle x fem!reader 🖤🤍

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synopsis: rust takes you on what was supposed to be a private night out but you run into a couple familiar faces

warnings: none, just fluff. maybe some ooc rust but i have no idea atp, he’s just openly affectionate towards you in front of others but it fits with the relationship i promise (1.3k words or so)

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"you've gotta be kidding me..."

rust sighs heavily as they pull up in one of the very few parking spots left for the theatre. you had begged him to drive up to the city to see this new movie at the drive in, il postino, the postman, some italian movie about pablo neruda.

not that either of you were particularly ever moved by neruda's poetry— or at least, rust believes he wouldn't be if he even read it.

"you didn't tell me, it would have the subtitles down the bottom.. now we gotta listen to them speak something we don't understand.." it's marty. it's undoubtedly rust's coworker, that voice and tone is so distinguishable.

rust lets out a sigh before the woman with the man recognises her husband's partner.

"rust? i can't believe this." maggie's face lights up with a smile as rust raises his hand in greeting.

"hey, marty. maggie." he leans over the wheel. you tilt your head to the side and nudge his elbow, sitting up a bit more.

rust glances to you once before he exhales, ".. this is y/n." he introduces you to the two, gesturing as you wave back.

maggie smiles after a moment of hesitation. "it's lovely to meet you..."

marty seems to frown, ".. now, wait a minute. who're you.. related to him?"

you look at rust. obviously he doesn't mention you, lord almighty.

"we're family friends." you reply, an easy fix. but rust doesn't seem happy about the answer. "you don't have to say that." he says, not minding if the other couple hear.

"family friends?" marty repeats, a little incredulous. he laughs in disbelief.

"she's staying with me for a while. we're old friends." he corrects you, probably trying to not seem strange to the other two.

"and you guys are here to..." marty starts, and maggie rolls her eyes again, clearly restraining herself from scolding her husband about his comments.

"... watch the movie." rust’s eyes flick to the screen which has started playing its very long adverts.

"honestly, marty.. why are you acting so surprised?" you heard maggie murmur to him. "i just didn't expect it. he never mentioned anyone." marty answers her defensively in a lower tone as he raises his hand. you press your lips together, a little speechless at this exchange. not speechless enough.

"if it makes you feel any better, i'm 10 years younger than him."

rust gives you a look, shaking his head. the couple exchange silent glances.

"she's a little dramatic." rust tells them.

marty shrugs, looking at you both, "yeah, well... suits you." he tries to reason as you just smile slightly, your hand on rusts arm as you roll down the other window.

"let's get food. please." you say to rust, closer to his ear. he nods, getting his wallet from his jacket before opening the car door.

you get out first and rust rounds the car to close the door for you, looking down as he holds your arm briefly, leaning closer and saying something in a lower voice.

"i know you're pathological, but they are nice people.." he murmurs. you smile slightly, "i know, i'm sorry... i'll talk to them, i don't mind." you say.

"ya'll getting dinner?" rust asks them. maggie nods and pats marty's shoulder.

"... course." he responds, opening the car door with a quiet grunt.

you wait a second, in your mini shorts, tank top, as maggie comes out in her nice sundress. it's passing sunset, probably 80 degrees still out.

"i love your dress." you tell her as she comes next to you, like testing your sizing together, seeing how well you fit with your 'sister in law'.

"thank you, it's..." she paused, looking at your outfit. she didn't bother telling you the brand (it's jcpenny). "is that pink floyd?" she asked, pointing to your top.

"oh, yeah." you smile, fixing the strap as the four walk up together to the stalls.

you lean against the counter as rust picks out the food, dissecting the different candy on the display, the popcorn and the hot dogs. "it's so hot out." you comment, letting out a sigh.

"what're you after?" rust asks you in that same quieter voice. "maybe popcorn if you share." you reply, pointing to the kind you like.

"i don't believe rust would, share his popcorn." marty laughs roughly through his words.

"i'm not that miserable." he replies. you shrug, "you snatched away that toffee cake from me the other night like i tried to set the plate on fire."

it makes rust smile slightly and shake his head. "you got a sweet tooth, y/n? me too." maggie smiles at the two of you.

"it's severe and expensive." you exhale.

"what made you guys wanna see this movie?" rust asks marty, who huffs out. "i like romantic movies, i just thought it would be nice for date night..." maggie tells you both, and you nod. "me too.. if rust had his way, we would have rented 'heat' from blockbuster... again.." you say.

"why're you making it sound like we always do what i want?" rust looks down at you as he hands cash to the attendant in the stand.

"i'm not.." you laugh slightly, "i love al pacino. i just love these artsy european movies too sometimes..." you joke, and maggie laughs.

"he's the same, marty's ideal night would be kicking back and watching whatever baseball game is on.." maggie smiles, as marty buys them a couple drinks and a bag of popcorn too. rust hands you your cup and a straw.

"hey now, i'm not some kind of a neanderthal." marty tells you both. rust looks between the group, like something is out of place.

"c'mon, let's get back to the car." rust puts his arm over your shoulder, palm squeezing your arm for a split second as you all make your way back to your spaces.

rust gives you the popcorn to hold and puts his drink in the cup holder, pulling down the top roof of your knocked up convertible, definitely nothing he drives to work.

"is that your car?" marty addresses you by name, pointing as he opens the trunk of the car.

"oh, yeah... pretty old now, but perfect for these nights." you nod. "bought it off a guy in houston." you reply. "interesting exchange. yeah.." you smile at rust for a moment, squinting as he exhales and gets back in the drivers seat. "movie's gonna start soon." he reminds you instead, brushing off your comment.

"right... enjoy yourselves." you smile again to the two, polite this time, as you round the car to sit back down in the passengers side.

when you shut the door, rust shifts closer to you, leaning over with those slightly widened eyes as he cracks a can of soda.

"you okay?" you inquire, relaxing back in the seat, fishing out a little handful of popcorn to start with.

"yeah... just surprised to see them here.. threw me off a little.." he murmurs like he's telling you some secret, but he's only quiet to not risk marty and maggie overhearing. he wasn't saying anything.. rude.

".. they seemed really surprised by me, hm?" you tilt your head, nudging his arm. he instead puts it around your shoulder, pulling you to sit closer to him. "don't be mad, but.. i don't like talking about you at work," he says quietly. "i'd rather have you all to myself." he whispers, squeezing your neck under his elbow until you laugh and pull him off.

"you're embarrassed of me, admit it.." you reply quietly, your smile still wide and teasing. he shakes his head,

"what've i got to be embarrassed about? you're... i mean, they like you already. that's your problem..."

"what is it?"

"everyone likes you. you're like me, except..." he starts. you raise an eyebrow, sceptical. "alright, well... i sure do like you..." he rubs your arm, and you turn to plant a kiss on his lips. it surprises him again, before he leans in for something a little more lasting.

he closes his eyes, leaving a mark of his taste on your lips, camels, like always.. his fingertips linger on your neck for a moment.

rust looks back at you, eyes flicking over your face, to your lips as he exhales heavily. “.. you’re crazy to be with me..” he murmurs.

“.. that’s the core of it all.” you smile.

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