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[saintmurd0ck]

hi babes!! may I request the smut prompt ❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜ for matt please??? <3333

ahhhhh sil thank you so much for this delicious request! in fact, you and @marvelswh0re sent in the same one ;) and oh my god, this was absolutely heavenly to work on.

let's have a sleepover at mine!

gasp | matt murdock x reader

Matt doesn’t know what’s gotten into him today. 

Hand slipping past the waistband of his boxers to palm his hardening cock, he navigates himself to your contact on his phone, pressing dial. He brings a fist up to his mouth to stifle his groan as you pick up on the third ring, greeting him with an enthusiastic chirp.

“How’s your day, sweetheart?” he asks softly, running his thumb over the tip of his cock.

He nods as you reply, telling him about your busy, boring workday, painfully hard as he allows himself to get lost in the sound of your voice. He fucks his hand with long, languid strokes, grip just a little lighter than how he normally would jerk off, mimicking your featherlight touch. 

“I love hearing your voice,” he whispers, voice low and husky, chest tightening as he squeezes his shaft, upping his pace just a little. He’s that close to whimpering as you giggle over the phone, talking to him about how much you miss him, and how excited you are to come home. 

It feels sinful – wicked, almost – that he’s jerking himself off to your voice, unbeknownst to you as you go on about your day. The thought of being caught in the act makes him fist his cock harder, ragged breathing getting more and more difficult to mask.

“That’s– that’s nice, sweetheart,” he pants, as you finish up a story about your coworker, throwing his head back into the couch, nearing the edge as he pumps himself faster.

“Matty?” Concern laces your voice for only a second. 

“Yeah?” he chokes, using his other hand to pull down the front of his boxer briefs. He wouldn’t allow the fabric to restrict his movements anymore.

Realisation settles in you, widening your eyes. “Matt. If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”

“Please, baby,” he rasps, “need… you… so fuckin’ b–” His cum shoots out in messy, thick ropes as he ruts into his hand, bucking his hips into his curled fingers, muscles tensing as release overcomes his entire body.

“Need you so bad,” he murmurs at the sound of the dial tone.

His ears perk up as your follow-up text sounds aloud. ‘You better be ready for me when I get home.’

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[saintmurd0ck]

congrats rhi!!! well deserved 👏🏼💖

🗽 - matt and frank are on the brain. what if you tried going on a date with them?? and they're making each other jealous, which eventually leads to all three of you breaking the bed in matt's apartment 👀

nik baby, thank you so much for this ask. i am so sorry it took so long, BUT i needed it to be absolutely perfect, and i think ive done it. it was absolute perfection, a joy to work on, and clearly you know me so well because this is one of my favourite things to write EVER and i will die on this hill!!!! i love you and thank you for your incredible request <3

winner's streak | frank castle x f!reader x matt murdock

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summary: you've had a little thing for your neighbours for the longest time. what's the worst that can happen when you ask them both on a date and turn it into a little friendly competition?

warnings: matt & frank roommate au, voyeurism/public exhibition, couple blind jokes, fingering, oral m and f receiving, unprotected p in v, spanking, choking, etc bruh there's so many i cant

THIS IS A LONG ASS FIC (9K WORDS DONT KILL ME) BUT PLEASE ENJOY AND REBLOGS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED

Your groan reverberates against the iron door, echoing into the empty space of the stairwell.

ROOFTOP CLOSED, the paper sign reads, FOR SCHEDULED MAINTENANCE.

It’s impossible for your eyes to roll any further back. Of all days this rooftop is closed, why does it have to be today?

The notice scrunches in your hand as you pull it free from the door, shoving it down into your bag. You’re already annoyed about making the trek up to the rooftop, but thankfully it’s a quick trip back downstairs, and you’re outside on the fire escape in no time. The balmy afternoon wind flushes hot against your face, thin metal railing digging into your forearms as you lean forward, but your chest falls gracefully with the deep exhale that carries with it any negativity.

You’re grateful for the quiet. Besides the occasional siren, you’re high enough that you can barely hear the commotion of the streets – a rarity in this city – and apart from your noisy neighbours to the left, it’s pretty tranquil here.

Keeping an ear out for anyone disturbing your peace, you scout the apartments to either side of you, listening to the ambient sounds and whatever the street below has to offer. Nothing today; nothing except for the brush of wind rustling the trees and dislodging those clumsily pinned flyers you hate. Good.

With no one home around you, and weather almost too perfect for tanning, your hand snakes up your spine to where the strings of your bikini top lay, tied in a careless knot that comes undone in one tug. The summer heat hits your bare chest with a ferocity that surprises you, but you close your eyes and tip your head back, allowing the sun’s warmth to wash over your face and cascade down your body.

But then, it shoots straight at you; a whistling arrow that lodges itself into the centre of your chest. It’s the sound of a breath catching; an inhale so sharp you might mistake it for a hiss. Your head whips to the side.

“Frank,” you seethe, hands flying up to where you’re exposed.

He croaks out your name as your eyes level into his, bewildered stare parting his mouth in an ‘o’. He doesn’t know where to look as you muster a fake smile, tilting your head to the side so saccharinely you feel him cave inwards.

Frank’s body is still square to yours as he looks up to the sky. “Nice uh… sunny day, right?”

You scoff, arms tightening around your chest. “Cut the shit, Frank. Were you spying on me?”

His nostrils flare as he grips his coffee mug, knuckles turning white to the point where you think it’s going to break.

“Well?” you deadpan, a muscle twitching in your jaw.

He sputters at your question, and then it dawns on you.

He’s lost for words. 

Your lips curl into a smile. First of all, you’re not really mad per se, you just like seeing him squirm. Secondly, Frank fucking Castle, your utterly menacing, 6 foot, ‘women call me daddy and I benchpress 400 lbs’ neighbour is lost for words. He’s stumbling over every syllable, and it’s like you have him by the balls.

Then again, maybe you just did. 

You’ve seen the way he looks at you, not-so-slick with the little half-glances he shoots your way, or how his lips purse when he sees you in the hallway, the vein in his neck popping as an existing string of unholy thoughts undeniably course through his head. He’s always rushing to help you with something, whether it’s to carry your groceries, or to repair anything broken in your apartment.

You never complain, of course. With the way he treats you like a queen, and gets away looking like that? Yeah, you can’t fault his behaviour.

And that was just Frank’s side of things. His polar opposite, puppy-eyed roommate Matt has it just as bad for you, but Matt… oh, Matt… he makes you throb in ways you don’t understand. You’re the kind of girl who will never let a man tell you what to do, but Matt? He makes you want to get on your knees, submit yourself to him, devote yourself whole.

Matt’s not a grand gesture kind of guy as much as Frank is; he’s more of a smooth talker, knowing exactly when and how to lay on the charm. In fact, it’s not just that; he intrigues you. You’re observant – more than you give yourself credit for – and you notice the unexplainable, the somewhat impossible. It’s the bruised knuckles that so often leave his hands stained crimson, the cane that’s nowhere to be seen, the hushed phone calls and (to your displeasure), kiss-bitten lips. 

You know a body as cut as his doesn’t come from walking to the office every day.

If you go out on your fire escape at just the right time, and tip your head in just the right direction, you can hear them talking about you. You’ve never admitted it out loud, but your heart flutters with the way Frank describes you to Matt, in what you’re wearing that day, or when he says those mundane things like, ‘she bought the same toothpaste as us!’

Alright, fine. You’ll admit it.

You think about them. A lot.

And in more ways than one.

You’ve indulged in their words, in their actions, in the little things they do that makes your skin hot and your back arch. It’s always variations of the same forbidden fantasy that creep into your mind, images that become more visceral as your fingers slip beyond the thin material of your soaked panties. 

And in this fantasy, there's both of them, working you, stuffing you… until you can’t handle anymore, until you cry out both their names as you fall apart.

The worst bit? With time, your desire for them — or, whatever the hell you want to call it — has only grown stronger. It used to be that you’d run into them in the corridor, exchange a few ordinary greetings, maybe flash a pearly smile, and leave as they melt into man-sized puddles. Now if you run into each other, you all leave flustered, fumbling for the locks on your paint-chipped doors, desperately trying to conceal whatever indulgent thoughts you all harbour in your minds. 

“You okay?” Frank’s gruff voice snaps you back down to earth. 

You shake your head as you snap awake, your doe-eyes meeting his. “Hmm?”

He blushes, fingers straining against his coffee mug. “You just started starin’ off in the distance…”

You offer him a tight-lipped smile as your chest rises with a rapid breath, doing your best to ignore the second pulse that’s appeared in between your legs. 

You really had to daydream at the right time, huh?

“Look,” he coughs, diverting his gaze, again, “M’sorry for uh… interruptin’ your–”

The graphic image of his body in yours while Matt’s underneath clouds your vision, and it turns your knees to jelly. “I-it’s fine.”

You spin on your heels, intent on dropping one of your arms to reach for the side door, but you conceive an idea. 

“Hey Frank?”

“Yeah?”

You turn to face him. “Let’s go out tonight. You know that wine bar between 10th and 11th?”

He musses a hand through his hair, eyebrows raising as he nods. “Really?”

“What,” you pout, “you don’t wanna?”

A wry smile creeps across your face as he straightens his spine, the intensity of your stare a little too much for him as his eyes flick away, throat bobbing as he shifts in his stance, almost uncomfortably.

Oh.

You stifle a gasp, zoning in on the faint outline of him, straining against his jeans.

Pupils blown and lips pursed, he catches you staring, watching intently as your tongue snakes out to wet your lips. The vein in his neck is as prominent as ever as his eyes wander over your body, at your bikini bottoms that leave almost nothing to the imagination, at your half-naked self standing there in his presence.

An idea crosses your mind. An insanely, obscene, insane idea, but oh, you’re devious. Frank squeezes his coffee mug tighter, eyes pulsating as the corners of your mouth upturn into a cheeky grin… 

And your hands drop from your chest.

All you hear is the soft murmur of a holy shit, the ceramic mug shattering apart in his hands, and the sound of your laugh echoing in the wind, carrying itself across the rooftops.

“I’ll see you tonight at 7, Frank.”

.

Matt catches you in the hallway later that day as you’re running errands, heartbeat thundering in your ears as he walks himself into your shoulder. He murmurs a quick ‘sorry’, straightening his suit jacket, preparing to continue his walk ahead.

“It’s me, Matt!” you call out, biting your lips he turns, his composure cracking with an infectious chuckle and a smile that crinkles his eyes.

He motions to his cane, shrugging his shoulders. “Whoops.”

Rolling your eyes, you push off your heels, inching closer to him, his voice smooth in your ears. “How was your day?”

You focus on a small piece of white lint sitting awkwardly on Matt’s lapel as he shifts his weight onto one foot, running your tongue over your teeth as you contemplate whether or not to flick it off.

“Actually,” you start, heat singeing the back of your neck as Frank pops into your mind, “you know what? It wasn’t that bad. How was yours?”

Matt chuckles half-heartedly, nodding. “That’s uh, that’s great to hear. Mine was… well, we received a hundred rhubarb pies as payment today. S’for a client we helped a while back.”

He leans his head in towards your giggle, hand flying up to loosen his tie. “Alright, I’m exaggerating,” – he tips his head to the side – “I’m told there were… four, at best, but Foggy’s acting like we have that many.”

A moment of silence passes between you, nothing but a gust of warm wind filling the negative space. Your breath picks up as your mind races. Say something. Anything.

A look of uncertainty flashes across Matt’s face as he purses his lips, hand coming up to brush against his stubble. “Look, I’ve– I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, but–”

“For a while?” you interject, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah, a while,” – he rounds his shoulders, both hands gripping his cane – “d’ya wanna get a drink somewhere?”

“Are you asking me on a date, Matthew?”

He laughs, cheeks reddening at your question. “Only if that’s fine with you.”

“Hang on a second, how long exactly have you been thinking about this?”

Flustered, Matt pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, dimples showing as he tries to hide his sheepish smile. “A while.”

“Stop me when I get close.”

He grins from ear-to-ear. 

“One month?” you ask. 

“No.”

You feign surprise. “Three months?”

“Nope.”

Matt laughs as you gasp, loudly. Too loudly. “A year.”

“Longer than that, sweetheart.” 

Sweetheart.

The nickname pools in your thighs, heating the tips of your ears, forcing you to bite back a moan.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” Matt asks, nudging your foot with his cane. 

What about Frank?

What about Frank?

The memory of the obvious tent in Frank’s jeans tugs on the knot building behind your stomach.

“I– well, I have the apartment to myself tonight, so I could cook. For you,” Matt says, voice lined with anticipation.

“Huh,” you look up, swallowing a laugh. “Frank isn’t home tonight?”

Matt scrunches his face. “Uh… no. He said he had something on. I figured I might as well take advantage of the quiet.”

In an instant, a thought blossoms in your mind. It’s devious, it is so goddamn devious, but oh…

So are you.

You step forwards, breath coming out a little shaky as the heat from his body reflects onto yours. Reaching a hand up to his lapel, you brush off the lint you were eyeing earlier, indulging in the earnest grunt that falls from Matt’s lips. 

“7 PM,” you whisper in his ear. “Meet me at the wine bar between 10th and 11th.”

He presses your hand against his collarbone, holding it steady as he tilts his head downwards. You’re shuddering at his touch, at the warmth and tingles it shoots through your veins, at the unexpected coarseness of his hands. 

“It’s a date,” he confirms, letting go of your hand, the dimples in his grin remaining as he unlocks the door to his apartment.

.

The wine bar is intimate; only the sounds of hushed whispers and the clinking of glasses keeping you company. You tap your fingers against the lacquered wooden table, sucking in your cheeks as you look at the time. 7.15 PM. You’re a little annoyed, not just at the fact that they’re late, but at the straps of your sundress, thin and finicky things sliding off your shoulders with even the tiniest of movements. A sigh escapes your lips, condensation blooming across the wineglass in front of your face. Maybe they figured you’d double booked them, asked them to the same venue and on the same date without saying much more. So much for your devious little plan, huh?

You pick at your nails, wine crisp on your tastebuds, each subsequent sip making you dizzy, but slowly taking the edge off. Who cares if they don’t show up? You need a night out anyway. 

As if on cue, the door opens, catching on the little silver doorbell, and Frank steps inside, a bouquet of flowers in hand. Your breath hitches in your throat as you take him in. He’s somehow even more ruggedly handsome tonight, sharp jawline perfectly illuminated by the warm lighting. 

He apologises to you profusely, pulling you in for a tight hug, the contact from the muscles flexing under his thin shirt heating your skin. He motions to the bartender for a glass of whatever you’re having, setting the flowers down beside you.

He rests his forearms on the table, dark eyes peering into yours. “Will you excuse my tardiness, pretty girl?”

Oh, my fuck. What the hell is it with you and nicknames?

‘Pretty girl’ jolts you upright with a throb, and it takes every single ounce of strength you possess not to just uproot him by the collar and have him right then and there. Unfortunately, your reaction is poorly masked, and you’re forced to watch as Frank’s knowing smile grows, stretching larger as the bartender brings him his drink.

“Cheers,” he says, lifting his glass to yours, tongue peeking out to wet his lips, eyes moving lazily up and down your torso.

Frank leans back in the booth as he takes a sip, his shirt riding up to expose the smallest sliver of skin. “So, uh, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the reason for,” – he waves his hands around – “all this?”

You swallow what’s left of your wine, pressing your lips together. What were you supposed to say, that you were sick of the sexual tension and all you wanted was to have fun with Frank and his equally sexy roommate?

You say something else instead. “I like being spontaneous, Frank.”

He cocks his head to the side, raising his eyebrows. “S’that so?”

You let out a sharp laugh. “I’m sick of doing the same thing all the time, and I need a little change in scenery.”

Frank shuffles towards you, muscles rippling under his long-sleeved shirt. “And you think I can do that for ‘ya?”

A half-smirk tugs on the corners of your lips as your fingers start to dance to where his hands are resting on the table…

But you jerk your hand back, ears pricking up at the sound of the door swinging open and slamming against the wooden frame, followed by a loud ‘sorry’ offered to whoever’s tending the bar.

Your stomach turns as the bartender guides Matt to your table at your signal.

Fuck. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Still think this is a good idea?

You’re not sure where to look as Frank’s sour expression shoots daggers straight at you, moving over hesitantly to make room for Matt in the booth. 

Matt’s cold shoulder towards Frank is way too obvious as he sits down, setting his neatly folded cane on the table. 

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he swallows, “I had something I had to… take care of. But I came here as soon as I could.”

You glance down, flinching at the scabs across his knuckles, at the deep purple bruise on his cheek marring his features. There it is again, that thing about him you can’t quite figure out. 

“Yeah, okay, the fuck is this?” Frank turns to you, quizzical look bordering on anger. 

“I’m sorry, I thought this was a date,” – Matt chimes in, wagging his finger at you – “between the two of us”. 

“She asked me here, Red,” Frank whips his head around, shoulders tensing.

Matt scoffs, throwing his head back. “You? She asked you.”

Frank grits his teeth, fists clenching tightly together. “Shut the hell up. At least I had the decency to get the lady flowers.”

Matt laughs scornfully. “Oh yeah Castle, that’s so original of you.”

“We needa take this outside, Red?” 

The clink of three whiskey glasses being set down on your table is loud enough to collapse their argument. 

The server clears their throat. “Excuse me. Courtesy of that man over there,” — they pause, pointing — “if you keep it down.”

You thank the server, flashing an apologetic smile at the man in the corner, and pull a glass towards you, tipping it straight into your mouth. Frank does the same, waving at the bar for three more, while Matt sips his furtively, licking his lips before he swallows.

“I can explain,” you start, grateful for the warmth of the whiskey spreading through your veins.

Your face grows hot as Matt and Frank sit back in the booth, training their attention on you. With your heart thundering in your chest, the alcohol rushes to your head, hitting you with that little bit of confidence you need.

You lean forwards on the table, cocking your head to the side. “Let’s not sugarcoat this, alright?”

Frank shoots a sideways glance at Matt.

“You two think you’re so slick with your looks, and comments and… sink fixing,” you say, fingers curling into fists, “but the truth is, you don’t hide it well. At all.”

Matt presses his lips together as he slides his glasses up the bridge of his nose, while Frank takes a shallow breath.

Your forearms are now completely on the wood as you inch closer. “If you want me, you can just say so.”

The space between the three of you suddenly goes dead quiet; so quiet it’s as if time has fallen away, leaving you in your own little bubble.

“It’s lucky,” you pause, “that I have an affinity for you both. And I thought maybe… just maybe, we could have a little fun together.” You turn your head, making sure Frank catches the mischievous glint in your eyes.

You’re so far forwards now that your head is in between theirs, and you bring your hands up to their cheeks, pushing them closer to you. With their heads almost touching, and your lips one breath away from their ears, you feel the shudder running through their spines reverberate into your body. “Maybe we can make it a little interesting, hmm? Only if you’re up for it,” you wink.

Matt’s smirk peaks your nipples, spurring you to lower your voice, words dripping like honey. “Let’s just say the person who makes me cum the most tonight can take me on a real date.”

To his credit, Matt keeps his cool, merely interlacing his hands together on the table, sucking his cheeks in. Frank curses under his breath, gaze narrowing as he studies you, contemplating your proposition.

Matt is the first to speak, his voice dipping an octave. “Let’s go.”

Frank jerks his head in Matt’s direction, eyes wide. “Huh?”

Matt’s tone is insistent now. “Let’s get outta here.”

“Fuck, Red,” Frank whispers, hand coming up to stroke his chin, as the server sets three more whiskeys down on the table. 

You exchange a glance with Frank before you throw back the liquid, head shaking as it burns the back of your throat. They follow suit, wasting no time at all, and while Frank leaves a generous tip at the table, you make a beeline for the door.

.

The cab is way too small for the three of you, but you squeeze into the middle seat anyway, biting back a wicked grin as Matt leans forward to give the driver his address. 

There’s not a lot of space – well, not when you’re caught between two individuals with the muscle mass of an entire Planet Fitness combined – but you try to relax, heart racing as your body presses up against theirs. Something clenches in your jaw as you shuffle in the seat, the paper-wrapped bouquet of flowers crinkling by your feet. You’re not sure where to put your hands, but they come to settle at the edge of your sundress, where it’s ridden up almost beyond the point of modesty.

A thick finger sweeps against the back of your neck, catching you off-guard. The half-gasp half-cough you let out is louder than intended, and it draws the attention of the cab driver, who looks at you from his rearview mirror.

“Everything okay, miss?” he asks, concerned.

You will yourself to snap out of it, out of that lust-filled daze, squeezing your legs together as the throbbing in between your thighs intensifies. 

“Yes,” you gulp. “Everything’s fine, thank you.”

Frank waits until the driver flicks his gaze back to the road ahead. “Didn’t mean to scare ‘ya, sweetheart. You want me to stop?”

You purse your lips. “No.”

He takes his hand away from your neck and hovers over the patch of skin your sundress did cover. He drags the tips of his fingers up your thigh, stopping just high enough to hear the tremble in your breath, shooting you a half-smirk as you suck your cheeks in. 

“Frank.” Matt’s tone is stern as he tilts his chin upwards, nostrils flaring with his rising temper. “I thought we agreed to wait.”

Frank’s laugh is mirthlessly low. “Who said that, Red?”

You stare at your knee, at the big hand that’s found its mark. You’ve never noticed how gorgeous Frank’s hands are, the way he keeps his fingernails neatly trimmed, forked veins on the topside pulsating as he grips tighter, the light pink striations of healed scars running over his knuckles. And those fingers… God, if his fingers are that thick already, what would his–

You bite down on your lip, hard, as Frank pulls your knee towards him, spreading you apart in the seat. Fuck. Every nerve in your body is on fire as he lifts your hand up to his mouth, static electricity buzzing as his lips graze over your knuckles.

While Frank’s other hand slides under your dress, up to where the thin waistband of your panties sit, Matt leans over, as if to fix his seatbelt. Your eyes lull back in your head as he creeps forward instead, fingers skimming the inside of your thigh, their combined actions threatening to elicit a moan from your lips. 

You’re not in control anymore. 

Actually, you haven’t been in control for ages. It takes all of your willpower – well, what’s left of it – to not cry out, to not sit as far back as possible and let them…

“That’ll be $29.30,” the driver announces, brakes screeching as he pulls up outside your apartment building. 

“Fuck!” you curse under your breath, reaching for your purse as you pull down your dress.

Matt grabs your wrist, locking it in place as he takes out his wallet, gliding one finger along the top of the bills. 

“I think this is a 50… Frank, a little help please?” Frank grunts in agreement as Matt hands the bill to the driver. “Keep the change.” 

You don’t care that you flash Frank a little as he helps you out, smirking as you watch his chest tighten at the little scrap of fabric barely covering you, clenching the bouquet of flowers in his other hand. You yelp as he pulls you out towards him, flush against the hard muscle of his chest.

His gaze is piercing as he tips your chin upwards, irises paper thin around blown pupils. “You sure you know what you’re gettin’ into, pretty girl?” 

You swat his hand away. “Oh Frank, I’m not quite sure you’re ready for me.”

“What, you think I can’t handle you or somethin’?”

He trains his eyes on your mouth as it shifts into a wry smile, your tongue darting out to lick your lips in one smooth motion. Frank opens his mouth to retort, to say something with the intention of buckling your knees, but Matt walks up to you with perfect timing, offering you his arm.

“Walk with me?”

Frank groans, throwing his head back. “How many times do I have to tell ‘ya, Red? You can’t keep using that trick. What happens the day someone says no, huh? Can’t walk by yourself?”

A hearty laugh bubbles from Matt’s chest. “First of all, go to hell. Secondly,” – his voice drops to a whisper – “no one’s gonna say no to a blind man.” 

He turns to you, arm still on offer. “Right, sweetheart?”

You savour the priceless look on Frank’s face as you take Matt’s arm, linking it in yours. “Absolutely, Matthew.”

.

The walk upstairs to their apartment is excruciatingly slow; every step laced with the type of tension that sits thickly in the air. Arm still in tow with Matt’s, Frank trails behind the two of you, the thud of his boots against the wood echoing loudly in the stairway. You can feel him staring at you, at the way your dress flutters with each step upwards, the little glimpses of your ass making his mouth go dry.

Matt stops on the next landing, jerking your arm to do the same. Wordlessly, he drops his cane to the ground, unlinking his arm, tilting his chin upwards as if to settle his phantom gaze on you.

His lips are on yours before you can say anything, hands dropping to your waist, inching you towards the wall until he has you pinned. You mewl as he slips the straps of your dress off your shoulders, trailing his kisses down your neck, pressing himself into you.

“If there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with,” – he rasps, nipping a sensitive spot on your neck – “you tell us, okay?”

He smirks against your mouth as you tell him ‘yes’, dragging the tips of his fingers from your collarbone down your arm.

But the kiss is over as quickly as it started.

“Hey, hey, hey, what the fuck, Red?” Frank spits, yanking Matt back by the collar.

“Fuck you, Frank,” Matt retorts, stepping forward as his hands tighten into fists.

You stifle a giggle, trying your best not to show your amusement at the flowers that undercut Frank’s tone. 

Frank looks at you, nostrils flaring at the way Matt’s messed up your hair. “Darlin’, it’s a fair competition, yeah?”

Matt interjects as you start to agree. “Alright, Castle, then tell me how much fun you had before I got there. You had a head start.”

Frank throws his hands up in the air, shaking his head. “For God’s sake Red, I didn’t ask for you to be late–”

Matt presses his lips together, cupping his hands over his face, the exasperation in his voice imminent. “I had things to do, Frank, I–” 

You clear your throat. “Why don’t you two save this for when we’re upstairs, huh?”

They turn their heads in your direction, nodding.

The two remaining flights of stairs disappear under your feet in a matter of seconds.

.

You swear you hear a crack as Frank bursts into the apartment, ushering you in as he scrambles to kick the front door closed. Matt lets out a little laugh as you drag him inside, stomach twisting as he yanks your hand, spinning you towards him. His lips find yours in an instant as he shrugs his suit jacket off, hands coming up to cup your jaw. 

Bouquet of flowers still in hand, Frank rushes to find a vase, faucet creaking as he waits for it to fill up.

“Hey!” he yells out, “Better not start anything without me!”

Matt breaks away from your kiss to undo his tie, whipping his head towards Frank in the kitchen. “Like you waited in the cab?”

He groans into your mouth as your tongue swipes along his bottom lip, teeth gently clashing together as he steadies his hands on your face. 

“Frank?!” Matt calls, pulling off his glasses.

“Yeah?” 

“Here.” Matt throws his glasses at Frank, who catches them in one hand, setting them onto the counter with a soft click.

As his mouth meets yours again, Matt’s hands begin to wander. As his thumbs brush over your nipples, he dances his fingers upwards, lingering for a moment on the hollow of your throat, coaxing a soft gasp from you as he uses a knuckle to trace its outline. 

His lips skirt your collarbone as he lifts your dress up, grunting as he kneads your ass, grinding his hard cock into your leg. He continues moving his hands up to where your panties sit on your hips, picking at the waistband, listening intently for the snap of the elastic against your skin as he lets go.

There it is again, that fucking smirk. 

“Matt,” you exhale sharply, nipping at his earlobe as he snaps your waistband once again. “Matt…”

“God, I love it when you say my name like that,” he groans, tugging your panties down your thighs.

He presses closer to you, wedging his hand under your dress, tracing a finger up your slick folds. You’re squirming in place, chest heaving as he puts pressure on your clit, circling it in a way that pulls on the knot building behind your stomach. 

You make a sound you’ve never heard before as Frank comes up behind you, thick hands gripping your waist, holding you in place, steadying you for something you’ve only ever fantasised about.

Matt sinks his fingers into you, thumb still moving over your clit, brushing up against that spot that makes you see stars. 

“Attagirl,” Frank whispers, as you tip your head back into his shoulder, vision going blurry at the way Matt curls his fingers inside you. 

You’re a mess, dripping all over his hand, keening into his touch. 

Frank’s voice is husky in your ear. “Look up at – that’s right, baby, look up at me.”

You stare into Frank’s eyes, mouth parted in a perfect ‘o’ as Matt growls, thumb so slick with your arousal that he glides over your clit with ease. All you manage to get out is ‘mmhm’ before Frank brings his fingers to your lips, commanding you to ‘suck’. 

Frank purses his lips, throat bobbing as you seal your mouth around his fingers, bucking against Matt’s touch, eyes rolling back as he hits the back of your throat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“That’s right, darlin’,” Frank rasps, watching the uneven rise and fall of your chest, the telltale sign of your impending release.

Your cry is muffled as your orgasm rips through your body, flooding Matt’s hand, his own slacks staining with his leaking precum. There’s a string of spit clinging to Frank as he slides his fingers out from your mouth with a pop, but it doesn’t phase him; not one bit. In fact, he tips his head down to look at you like a trophy, something like a mix of awe and desire manifesting in his darkened gaze.

You wobble as Matt and Frank step away from you, slipping your dress off as you right your balance on the couch behind, bracing your wrists on the soft leather. 

But there’s no rest for the wicked, and Frank beckons you towards him as he pulls his shirt off, leaving it in a heap on the floor. He sweeps you in for a kiss, full lips insistent against yours. He’s a little rougher than Matt, but somehow, his mouth is more forgiving, warm and soft as it melds to yours. You break the kiss, stepping back for a second to look him up and down, taking in as much detail as possible.

“Holy hell,” you say, Frank’s responding expression evidence that you actually said that out loud, and not in your head.

He looks at the floor, shyly messing a hand through his hair. “S’there uh… something you like?” 

“Something I like?!” you exclaim, ogling him. 

“Shut up, Frank. How the– Oh my God, Matt, get over here,” you command, motioning Frank to come up behind you.

You waste no time in unbuttoning Matt’s shirt, working your way from top to bottom. Unlike Frank and his efforts to woo you by walking around shirtless, you’ve never seen Matt without clothes on. He’s always in something, to your disdain…

Until now.

A gasp escapes your lips – partly from the way Frank’s leaving marks all over your neck – at Matt’s tanned skin underneath, at what he’s been hiding this entire time. You run your hand over the vast expanse of him, jaw dropping as he flexes underneath your hand, rigid muscle sending heat to your core. Your heart stills at the scars flecking his torso, some well healed, some angry and red as if they’re new. 

Frank skirts his fingers over your nipples, pulling from you the tiniest whimper. 

“Uh…” Matt starts, vacant eyes flicking upwards. “I can explain–”

Your voice hushes to a whisper. “Don’t worry about it, Matty, j-just… just c’mere, okay?” 

The sound of Frank’s belt being unbuckled makes your breath catch in your throat, the clinking of metal ringing faintly in your ears as your fingers graze the deep vee lines on Matt’s hips. You watch as Matt sucks his cheeks in, cock twitching against the fabric of his slacks as you hook yourself into his waistband, pulling him closer to you by his belt.

Your mouth melts against his before you turn to Frank, who you know is desperate for attention from the way his arousal presses hard into your back. His tongue slips against yours, hand curving your jaw, tracing the contours of your face before it settles on your breast, drawing out a stifled moan as he rolls your nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

“Alright Red,” Frank pants into your mouth, “I’m done being nice.”

Matt laughs scornfully as he kisses your neck hungrily, reaching around to your aching cunt once more. 

Frank grunts as you palm him over his underwear, throwing his head back at the sensitivity of your touch. “Baby, did he make you cum good?”

You gulp, nodding as Frank smacks Matt’s hand away, rough fingers taking residence on your clit. “Yeah, Frank.”

He flashes you a cheeky grin. “Really? ‘Cause that was altar boy’s first time touchin’ a pussy.”

Matt puffs his chest out, striding forward. “Oh, you–”

Frank offers Matt nothing but a smug laugh as he picks you up over his shoulder, fingers digging into your waist as he carries you to the couch like you weigh nothing. Goosebumps erupt all over you as the cool leather makes contact with your skin, then as Frank knocks your knees apart with the push of a hand. A chill runs down your spine as you bare yourself to them, and although you know Matt can’t see you spread out like you want him to, you get the idea he knows exactly what’s going on; maybe the scent of your heightened arousal is easier for him to pick up.

“I haven’t let you off the hook, Castle,” Matt snarls. “You and me? After this we’re gonna settle it our way, yeah?”

“If it makes you sleep better at night, then yeah,” Frank retorts, head settling in between your legs.

Matt curses under his breath, fists coming up to press against his forehead. “Okay– just, fine. Just describe her to me Frank? Can you do that, then we’re even?”

“For now.”

“Fine, for now.”

You wiggle up on the couch, propping yourself up by your elbows as Frank flares his nostrils, inhaling you before him. “Fuck Red… the way she’s lyin’ on her back, spread out like this…”

Matt shudders as he palms himself, nodding. 

You feel yourself heating up as you continue listening. “And she’s– she’s fucking drippin’, God, fuck.”

“Yeah?” Matt pants, shrugging off his slacks, hand closing around his cock as it springs free, tip leaking with precum. “Keep going.”

“And now, I’m gonna lick her pretty little clit.” Frank looks into your eyes, lips pressed together in a hard line. “You want me to do that for you, baby?”

The way your breath shakes as you say ‘yes’ makes the both of them smirk.

Then, Frank’s tongue flattens against your clit, drawing from you a sound you’ve only ever made while fantasising about them, only in the privacy of your bedroom, of your shower, and wherever else you’ve thought about them. Your back arches as he licks wet circles into you, pressure feeling like velvet on the most sensitive part of your body.

Matt finds a spot next to you as he strokes himself, eyes squeezed shut as the sounds you make travel through his body. You reach out, wrapping your hand around his cock as he leans over to play with your tits, marvelling at the thick length before you, at the way it looks like it was made for your pleasure.

‘Come here, Matt. You’re begging to be sucked’ are all the words you can manage in between moans, but he comes up right next to you, slapping his tip on your tongue. He groans as you lick along the underside of him, along the prominent vein that pulsates with every touch. He lets out a half-cry as you seal your mouth over him, taking him in so deep that he hits the back of your throat. 

You start to bob your head, hand coming up to work his shaft in tandem, but Frank’s tongue slipping itself into the warmest, wettest part of you breaks you wholly, head tipping back as your peak sails through you.

Mouth and chin glistening with your cum, Frank looks up at you smugly, watching your erratic breathing as you come down from your high. He wipes his mouth before pushing off the couch to take his underwear off, cock so hard it slaps against his stomach. Your mouth goes dry at the girth, legs crossing over from the thought of him stretching you out; the pain that’ll give way to pleasure. 

You get off the couch to kneel between them both, rug under your knees semi-cushioning you from the hardwood floor. A shudder runs through your body as you look up at them, standing tall over you, every hard contour of muscle illuminated in the dim light of the apartment. Pupils dilated and mind buzzing with the thought of every single thing you’d like to do to their bodies, you reach upwards, hands closing around their cocks, throbbing and warm under your touch. Your strokes are languid as you relish in the sounds that tumble from their mouths, string of curses music to your ears. 

As your pace quickens, Matt tangles a hand in your hair. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this for,” he says, jerking your head back ever-so-slightly at the jolt of pleasure that runs through his body.

“Hmm,” you chuckle, flattening your tongue on his head, the half-howl half-cry he gives you making your legs shake. “And what about you, Frank?” You look up at him with innocent eyes as you shift to his cock, coating him in your saliva as he fucks the back of your throat.

He ruts into your mouth, grunting the words out. “Ever since I first laid eyes on you, darlin’.”

You move back to Matt, hand gliding easier along Frank’s length with the help of your spit, licking the underside of him before you take him all into your mouth. “Did you ever think this was gonna happen?”

Frank laughs as you push them together closer to you, taking turns to blow them. “You should see Red, jerkin’ himself to the thought of you.” 

Frank jabs Matt in the chest lightly. “He’s not quiet about it.” 

Matt turns red in the darkness, pursing his lips as his cock hits a spot at the back of your throat, making you gag. “Oh and what about you, Castle?”

Frank’s voice is gruff as he reaches down to play with your nipples. “Oh shut it, Red.”

You render them speechless for a second as you stuff them both into your mouth, stretching your lips to fit them in as much as possible. They’re big, bigger than you’ve ever had, so they barely fit, but God, you’re so good, trying to please them both at the same time.

“Fuck,” they curse, voices dropping an octave, Matt’s hand coiling tighter in your hair. Tears spill down your cheeks as you get sloppier, strings of saliva following you from one cock to the other. 

“I can hear you,” – Matt pants – “saying her name in the shower.”

“Yeah, so? Maybe I did, once or twice.”

“No, no, no,” Matt laughs, “Not once or twice. All the damn time.”

Frank growls as Matt opens his mouth, fake moaning your name brazenly. “Cum for me darlin’, cum for m–”

A well placed kick to Matt’s ankle shuts him up, making him stumble backwards. “Yeah, okay, now I’m gonna say that to her for real.”

Frank shuffles behind you, bending you over the coffee table, pinning your outstretched arms at the wrists. The rug burn on your knees makes you hiss, but the resounding smack on your ass distracts you from the pain. It’s soothed by Frank’s wet cock slapping gently against his handprint, and then the trail of kisses he leaves from the welt to your pussy. He licks a broad stripe up your folds before plunging his fingers inside you, tongue exploring every part of you to see what sounds you make, what you like… what’s gonna get you to your next orgasm.

You let out a sharp exhale as you feel Frank being shoved away, the night air cold on your bare pussy, but you’re sent straight back to heaven as Matt’s mouth meets your core, tongue slipping inside your entrance as he spreads you apart with his hands. You recognise him by the way he eats you; he’s so much more gentler than Frank, taking his time with you as he worships your body.

But you’re not ready for the sensation of Frank lapping at your clit while Matt tongue-fucks your hole, the mewls and whimpers falling from your lips spurring them on to lick faster, prod deeper. You feel the pressure behind your stomach building to a crescendo, one that’s broken apart as you hear the sound of scuffling behind you, turning to see that Frank’s put Matt in a headlock. 

Your eyes roll backwards in annoyance, frustrated at the way they’ve left you high and dry, a mix of your cum and their saliva dripping down your thighs and no orgasm to match. 

“Darlin’?” Frank calls, slamming his hands on Matt’s chest.

“Yes, Frank?” you mumble, stretching your back over the coffee table.

“You want my cock?” 

“Yes.” 

In a flurry, Frank gets Matt flat on the ground enough that he can’t rise up to retaliate, not quickly at least, before pushing himself right into you. The combination of his thick girth and length makes you sweat, makes your eyes lull back in your head; the burn of the stretch slowly giving way to pleasure as he grinds into you.

He pulls back, far enough that you feel only the tip of him remaining inside, before slamming his hips into yours. You fall apart instantly as he drives his cock into that spot inside you, walls clenching and back arching as you pulsate around him.

Matt gets up, feet poised into a stance that screams ‘I’m gonna fucking kill you, Frank.’ 

“Did you? Did you just make her –”

“You’re goddamn right I did.”

Matt lets out an angry sigh before he helps you up, leading you to the dining table. He hoists you up on the table, brushing your hair to the side before grinning in your ear, every word dripping with want. “Alright sweetheart, here’s what’s gonna happen okay? I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve. None of that bullshit Castle’s been giving to you this whole time.” 

The quiver in your breath makes him chuckle. “Ready for me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours?” 

He drags his teeth along your pulse as you murmur ‘yes’ in his ear, nipping at the bruises Frank’s already left on your neck. You dig your nails into his shoulder as he traces himself on your folds, teasing you until you squeeze him, desperate for the gratification you know his cock will provide. 

Frank comes up beside you, bending down to swirl his tongue over your nipple, fingers featherlight on your clit as he rubs it in small circles. You bite down on your bottom lip as Matt guides himself inside you, pushing until he can’t go any deeper, Frank’s fingers still wedged in between you. 

He grits his teeth as he fucks you, one hand on your waist and the other wrapped around your thigh, the wet squelches of his thrusts almost too much for him to bear. Matt isn’t as girthy as Frank, but he reaches the deepest parts of you effortlessly, pistoning himself at an angle that makes you cry out his name. The way he drills himself into you echoes throughout the room, the sound of his hips snapping against yours the only thing you can focus on before you throw your head back, exploding on him.

Matt’s cocky grin makes you weak as he pulls out, chin levelling into Frank’s glowering stare. He brandishes his hands in front of him, palms pointed to you as if to say, ‘your turn now’. 

Frank huffs at Matt as he scoops his hands under your ass, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. He wastes no time in filling your body with his, bending his knees as he drives himself upwards. You’re cockdumb at this point, eyes half-lidded and utterly glazed over, dopey smile the only thing you can muster as Matt tilts your chin up to his, kissing you hungrily as you moan into his mouth. Every thrust pulls from you a little mumble of unintelligible words, every nerve of yours firing at rates you didn’t think possible.

“Who’s winning, baby? Me or Frank?” Matt purrs, tongue scraping along your bottom lip.

“You’re b– fuck! Fuck, Frank!” – you say, in between his ruthless thrusts and the wicked gleam from his smile – “You’re both so good.”

You clench so tightly that Frank pops out of you for a second, but he doesn’t wait a beat to stuff himself back into you, continuing the relentless pace you know will have you ripped apart within minutes.

“That’s not good enough for us, darlin’,” Frank grits his teeth, hands digging into your ass.

“Sweetheart, I can’t even see and I know he’s not fucking you right.”

Frank snarls at Matt, swatting him out of the way as he lifts you onto his cock, off the table. Gripping your lower back, he pumps into you harder, the new angle making you want to tip your head back and howl. Ecstasy shoots through your veins as he carries you to the bedroom, cock still buried deep inside you.

He rakes his nails up your back as he uses your waist as leverage, moving you up and down on his cock with almost no effort at all. 

“Yeah darlin’,” he groans, “You feel so fuckin’ good for me, you know that?”

You whimper in response, kissing him to muffle the cry that builds up from within… and your peak sails through your body, every muscle going taut, toes curling, fingernails leaving marks on his shoulders as your overstimulated body responds to his pleasure.

He lowers you on the bed, bracketing your head with his forearms, languid kisses matching the pace of his hips. You can feel every inch of him as he thrusts into you, body expanding to accommodate him as he stills inside.

“You’re fucking infuriating, Castle,” Matt barks, standing over the two of you as he strokes himself.

“Yeah, well, if you ain’t strong enough to fuck her standing, just say so,” Frank chuckles mirthlessly, coaxing you over the edge once more.

“You didn’t give me the goddamn chance!”

“Chance?” Frank spits, squeezing one of your tits, mattress dipping as he gets off the bed. “Oh by all means Red, be my guest.”

You’re caught between a gasp and a sharp exhale as fury embeds itself in Matt’s face, lips contorting into a snarl. You’ve never seen this side of him before; this dark edge simultaneously scaring you and turning you on more than you already are. 

Something snaps in Matt.

He moves so quickly you almost miss it, akin to lightning flashing in a thunderstorm, pile-driving Frank into the bed so hard it’s a tangle of limbs and testosterone. Frank hits the bed, hard, hissing as Matt’s fist makes contact with his jaw, and then…

The soft splintering of wood, pricking Matt’s ears, sending him on high alert.

And the bed breaks. Two out of four legs collapsing in on themselves, the entire bed sinking on one side, catching all three of you off guard. 

“Oops,” Matt grimaces, sheepish smile adorning his face.

Frank clicks his tongue, shaking his head at the broken bed as he gets up to his feet. “Goddamn it, Red. Really had to let your anger get the better of ‘ya, huh?”

You don’t care that your words are slurring a little. You’re cockdazed, and they better learn how to deal with it real fast. “Oh my God. You know what? I’m so sick of– I should’ve never made this bet if it was gonna get you two riled up like this–”

You wobble as you stand up, scowl scrunching your nose as you bare your teeth. “I’m so–”

Matt shuts you up with a kiss, not caring that your teeth clash a little, pulling you close to him by the ass. The feeling of his hard cock pressed up against your stomach melts you from within, drawing out a moan you can’t bite back.

“You’re right, sweetheart. We’re sorry,” Matt murmurs, tangling his fingers in the back of your head.

“Yeah darlin’, he’s right. We can get uh… a little competitive,” Frank lowers his voice, coming up behind you to press his kisses into your neck.

You scoff, but it’s quickly replaced by a soft sound, one that indicates you’re far from being done. 

“I dunno, Red, you think she still wants us?” Frank grits, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Oh yeah,” Matt smirks, rubbing his cock on your clit, “I think she does.”

“I promise we’re gonna make it up to you, alright?” Frank teases, running his finger over the curve of your jaw. “Whatcha say, Red, wanna stuff her and make her scream for us?”

Matt’s devious smirk grows larger. “Only if she’s fine with it.” 

He tips your chin upwards, the action exposing your neck enough so Frank can close his hand around it. “Are you fine with that?”

“You got some making up to do, gentlemen.”

“S’that a yes?” they say together.

“Yes.”

“Well, the bed is broken,” Matt sniffs the air, “but, we have all night and the entire apartment to explore, right?”

Matt’s grin is different now. Devilish.

And more so when Frank reciprocates it, eyes glinting with a feral hunger. “You’re damn right.”

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okayokayokayokay *takes a deep breath* hear me out: matthew thefuckingtease Murdock undoing his belt with one hand

maybe some praise kink, it doesn't have to be actual smut if you don't want to, just the tease is enough for me to continue with my life

thank you so much hun <3

hi lovely! so my requests are closed currently, but i am always happy to entertain thots/headcanons/that sort of thing! without further ado, i present to you a small anthology of matthew brat tamer murdock™ imagery :

the whole undoing his belt one handed thing is definitely code for 'oh sweetheart, you really think you can get away with this?' -- bonus points if he beckons you over using the come hither motion...

and as his belt clinks to the floor, he'd continue undoing his slacks with one hand, forcefully yanking the zip free yet making the whole gesture look positively effortless, and you just know you are in for the fucking of your life. it's as if he really has nothing better to do with th other hand -- he is simultaneously in no rush at all but he's desperate to punish you, so he does this knowing it gets you even more riled up.

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[saintmurd0ck]

AND FOR MY NEXT TRICK:

off that soft prompts list - tracing your lover’s scars, but matt x reader x frank and not just reader doing it, but guiding matt’s hands over frank’s body and the reverse 🥺🥺🥺🥺

do with that what you will polygodmother 💗

be still and feel my beating heart

let's have a sleepover at mine!

pairing: frank castle x reader x matt murdock

a/n: thank you so much for this wonderful ask, kay my darling. this was so beautiful and so soft; i'm sorry it turned out way angstier than intended but... enjoy anyway. 🥺

song pairing: dear august (pj harding & noah cyrus)

The howling wind seems to quieten as your fingers dance across Frank's chest, smooth skin and hardened muscle giving way to a ringed scar that ebbs underneath your fingertips.

You loose a heavy breath. "If you ever had the chance to heal this completely, would you take it?" Would you heal the mark and bear it internally instead?

Frank stills, as if your very question prods red-hot into the centre of his soul.

Heat blooms across your face as remorse surges through your veins. "I don't mean–"

"No. Never."

Matt props himself up with an elbow, shoving the covers off in the process. "Because the scars keep them alive, preserve their memory."

Frank's eyes flutter shut as the pit in your stomach opens up, eddying with shame and bitterness. With the guilt of asking the question. Or the fact that you thought about it in the first place.

Your heart sinks a little further as Frank's hand rests against your own, pressing it flat against the mark. "I'm forgetting things," he says, voice lowered to a near-whisper. "I can't remember her laugh. Or the way" —his voice breaks— "the kids would run up to me after school."

The three of you are silent for a second, interrupted only by a gust of wind that brushes up against the vaulted windows. He circles the scar gently. "That's uh— that's not even because of them. Got that one in Kandahar."

Matt swallows, reaching over to clasp his hand over Frank's. And yours. "Doesn't matter where or how you got it, Frank. You bleed the same. You bleed for them."

"That's right," Frank mutters, nodding his head slowly; the movement barely discernible in the dark.

Matt leans into his touch, gripping the both of you tightly. "You fight for them every single day. That's all you can do, and you do it, over and over again, without a second thought. They're proud of you, Frank. Of this life you've created, of the way you honour them."

Frank inhales sharply as you squeeze him, holding him as close to you as humanly possible. "And what about you, Red?"

"My scars?"

"Yeah. D'ya think you'd erase 'em, if you could?"

Matt purses his lips, tilting his chin to the ceiling. He seems poised to answer the question, but you know the expression on his face. He's deep in thought, and it's more than likely he's sifting through the memories of every cicatrix he's ever worn.

"I don't know," he murmurs, chewing on his lip. "On one hand, I'd get less questions, but on the other..." You press a kiss to Frank's shoulder as your hand now settles on the plane of Matt's stomach, hoping your touch offers him some semblance of support. He breathes a quick 'thank you' before continuing. "On the other hand, they remind me the fight is real. That everything I've done has been worth it, in some way or another."

You run your fingers through his hair, sensing the words he's left unsaid. "There's more, isn't there, Matt?"

"Hm?"

"They're a living reminder of your pain."

Matt turns his head away, as if to shield himself from the truth. "Yeah. So maybe I deserve it."

Frank wastes no time in cupping Matt's jaw, bringing his head back to face in the right direction, grumbling his disagreement in the process. "S'bullshit, Red. Absolute bullshit if I've ever heard it."

"Glad you think so, Castle," Matt scoffs, every word clipped.

You swipe a thumb over Matt's cheek, trailing your fingers down the side of his neck, earning a shudder in response.

"C'mere, Frank," you mumble, guiding his touch towards the long scar on Matt's stomach; the one given to him by Nobu.

Matt stifles a groan as the callouses of Frank's fingers scrape gently over his skin, then again as Frank's lips trace the outlines of the twin marks adorning his chest.

Your next words come out mumbled, dispersed amongst kisses that flutter down Frank's back. "You, my darling Matthew, bleed for Hell's Kitchen. And God knows the city's safer for it, so let your scars be a reminder of all the good you’ve done."

“That’s right, Red,” Frank adds. “‘Sides, you got us now, and I don’t want your sad Catholic boy act. You’ve done good. Hell, better than I ever could.”

As the world around the three of you begins to fade away, intercepted only by Matt’s hushed argument-in-response, you think about it for a second: how it'd well and truly take a lifetime to kiss every single scar flecking their bodies.

You might as well start right now.

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[saintmurd0ck]

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

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

BACK TO YOUR ASK.

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

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

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

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[saintmurd0ck]

For the sleepover, Can I Get You A Drink? With Matt Murdock pls! "Did I say you could stop?"

okay so i've been unhinged recently thanks to a combination of many many things, and i decided this would be the perfect time for a good ol' enemies hate fuck brat tamer type thing. yes i did say all those words together, in the one sentence 💗 also, am i posting this as i go to bed so i don't dwell on the words i've scrapped together? absolutely.

let's have a sleepover at mine!

no limit | matt murdock x f!reader

That smug bastard always knows exactly what you want. Even if you’re too cockdrunk to slap the words together.

More importantly however, he knows how to push. 

And push.

And push.

Until he gets you where he wants you.

Matt's perfect, knowing smirk brands itself into your forehead. Of course he knows. When he's laying there like that, biceps bulging to all hell as he wings his arms outwards, he has to know.

He knows you hate his guts – despise him, even – and yet you want him with everything you are, down to the bottom of your gluttonous core.

It’s almost pathetic at how easily he reduces you to rubble, and it shows as you hover over him, doing your best to conceal the shakiness in your breathing. It doesn’t work, though. It never does. He’s nonchalant and unmoving – was that a hint of a shrug? – as you take him in your hand to nudge his blunt head against your needy cunt. He’s unfazed, as if he wasn’t just buried in you mere minutes ago. Frustration roils in the pits of your stomach as you throb with emptiness, as you find yourself desperate for more.

His cock is heavy in your hand, veins pulsating slightly as you begin to lower yourself down. Your cheeks instinctively suck in at the sensation, at the way your walls start to flutter in response. You pause for a moment, raising a hand to wipe at the dried tear stains on your cheeks, courtesy of the fucking he gave you earlier. 

‘Where’s that attitude of yours now, huh?’ he grunted, pressing your breasts up against the window, ignoring your hiss of discomfort at the cold glass against your sensitive nipples. You’d tried your goddamn best to lash out at him, to bite back with an insult that’d have you barred from every church in the city, but he was too good – felt too good – to talk.

Fuck Matthew Murdock and his heaven-sent cock.

It’s a quiet, almost hurried affair as you sink down on him, teeth nearly puncturing the skin of your lip at his size. He must’ve heard the breath that sliced through your teeth, because the corners of his mouth tug upwards. As if he knows how big he is, at how he keeps you on the precipice of pleasure and pain.

It takes every ounce of effort for you to stave off a reaction. You don’t want to give him any more ammunition, but God, no one else has ever felt this good before. Not for you.

Your fingernails dig into the hard muscle of his chest as you flex your hips, and, as if goaded by your intent stare, he disappears within you entirely. You dart your eyes away to catch a glimpse of his face. He’s… blissed out. Peaceful, even. And fuck, you’ve got to avert your gaze. 

This is dangerous for you.

It’s okay when he’s all growls and snarls and mean, but this… seeing him content, happy, even; that’s unfamiliar territory. That’s ‘are we hate-fucking because we have feelngs for each other?’ territory. And you can’t afford that.

With perfect timing, Matt tugs you back down to Earth with an animalistic sound, the noise alone causing your body to tighten around him.

All notions of peace and are-we-more-than-we-are feelings are gone. He’s good at that. He’s Olympic-gold-good-at-that.

“Move,” he commands, planting his hands on your waist. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

Fuck. You.

But you grit your teeth, and you do it anyway. 

Fuck you, you think, leaning forward to flatten your palms against his chest, anchoring your knees firmly into the mattress. 

A sharp smack and an ‘I don’t have all night’ punctuates your thoughts, and so your curses continue to claw him to shreds in your mind. 

Condescending asshole. 

Matt lets out a furtive moan as you slide your fingers into his hair, and then as you jerk his head backwards into the pillow. The gesture doesn’t work as intended, so with a scowl rendering itself across your face, you pull again. Harder.

“Fuck,” he groans, low and throaty, chasing his hips into yours. The tip of his cock brushes against the spot that makes your vision flash white, and suddenly you’re spurred to move, if only for your pleasure, and your pleasure only.

This time, as you start to bounce up and down his length, you let the noises tumble from your lips. Whimpers and all. It’s time you stopped giving a fuck about what Matt has to say, how he reacts to your every move. It’s obscene; the slapping of flesh on flesh, the slick of your arousal coating his skin, but it drives you. 

Ignoring the burning in your thighs and the way his abs unfairly flex underneath your hands, your eyes squeeze shut in reverence of your mission, focus honing into the pressure building in your core. It’s a knot that’s tightly wound, but you know that with just one tug… it’ll all come apart.

As the fog of your impending orgasm mists away, a sudden warmth on your body calls for attention. You’ve been so lost in pursuing your release you don’t register the rough hands that have come to rest on your waist, guiding the canting of your hips. The friction of Matt’s calloused hands with your silken skin is more than you can bear, and–

He holds you down, rutting his hips into you at a ruthless pace, because he’s fucking sick of you taking your sweet time and he needs to feel you–

Explode around him.

That’s what you do. You let your orgasm shatter your body, let it crest and break around you in tidal waves…

But that’s it. That’s all you’re going to give, and that’s all he’s going to get. You climb off his lap with ease, leaving him twitching, soaked, desperate for more. Just as he had you earlier.

“What. The. Fuck.” He’s angry. 

“Did I say you could stop?”

Oh, you’ve gone and done it. He’s fucking angry.

“Hm?” you whirl around, moving to shimmy your panties up your legs. A smile glints on your face as his drops.

“Come back here.” The rustle of fabric being hauled onto your body is near-deafening with the blood roaring in his ears. 

“Or what?” 

The mattress squeaks as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, moving to pump his cock once. Twice. 

He towers over you as he tilts your chin upwards with his thumb and forefinger. It’s a threat.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re about to find out.”

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[saintmurd0ck]

🍿 absently braiding matt's hair as he works on lawyerly stuff and you can tell he hates it but he refuses to admit it for the sake of your feelings

ahhhhhhh how cute is this!!!!! omfg 🥺

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just like college | matt murdock x reader

“Matty,” you pout, pulling up a chair next to him, “are you done yet?”

He bites his lip, fingers gliding to a stop at the top of his deposition reading. His tone is firm, but still, you hear the tenderness in his voice. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

You purse your lips, running a hand through his hair. “I missed you today.”

He turns his head to face you, tilting his chin downwards as he offers you a shy smile. “Why don’t you sit here with me? I promise you’ll have all my attention when I’m done.” The way he enunciates 'all' curls around your spine, dull ache settling between your thighs.

A dreamy smile blossoms on your face as you move behind him, digging your fingers into his scalp, pressing against his temples; against all the spots he carries tension in. He lets out a furtive moan, settling in his chair as his fingers begin to move across the deposition again. It’s therapeutic; the soft texture of his chestnut brown hair between your fingers, freshly washed and so fluffy, the light, barely-there fragrance of his shampoo wafting through the air. 

You start at the top, just a little bit off-centre, finger-combing his hair back until the strands are easy enough for you to grab on to. As your lovesick haze washes over you, your deft fingers move with a mind of their own, twisting and weaving little sections of hair, crossing them over and under.

Matt pauses his reading again, but this time you notice his fingernails going white, from the way the Braille dots press firmly into the pads of his sensitive fingertips. You notice how his shoulders go tense, and the tiniest flicker of a muscle in his jaw. He’s… annoyed?

You let go of the braid you’ve created to rub his shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you ask him what’s wrong. He refuses to admit anything.

“Matty,” you start, raising your eyebrows, “tell me, or I’ll put another in your hair.”

He shakes his head as he tips his head towards the ceiling. “It’s just– you’re doing what Foggy used to do in college. He used to braid his own hair, when he was stressed” – Matt chuckles fondly – “and when he ran out of space, he’d come do it to me.”

You almost burst at the seams trying to stifle your laughter. “Here, how about I rub your shoulders until you’re done?”

He grins at his deposition, reaching behind him to grab your hand. “Yeah sweetheart, that’s better.”

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[saintmurd0ck]

🍹frank 'what if i hurt you' because im in desperate need of more rhi's frank castle content

ahhhhh nonnie you're so sweet oh my god 🙈 i always feel so nervous writing for frank (especially solo), because i don't feel that i capture him well enough compared to the other supremely talented frank writers out there... but your kind words keep me going, and i hope you enjoy x

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no questions asked | frank castle x reader

Frank shrugs his jacket back over his shoulders, gun heavy in his hand as he tucks it into the waistband of his jeans. The weight of a loaded gun is second nature to him at this point, but it’s different tonight. Heavier.

It’s as if the bullets are laced with the trace of you; your melodious laughter, your radiant smile… all the good things in the world. You encompass the good things that Frank doesn’t — can’t — comprehend. He doesn’t think he deserves you.

He starts towards the door, but he pauses. Your anger — his cowardice — shrouds him as his voice begins to soften. “I can’t stay.”

Despite the winter chill lacing the atmosphere, the sheets feel warm, too warm on your body. Frank’s hoodie scratches at your skin, fabric becoming more rigid the more he pulls away. You can barely stand to look at him, but through red-rimmed eyes and gritted teeth, you make a decision. If Frank chooses the easy way out, you’ll do what you’ve always done.

Stay.

The tears sluice down the contours of your face. “I don’t understand, Frank. I thought this was good. I thought we were good.”

He barely lifts his head, but he nods. “We were.”

“What changed?”

Your name rolls off his tongue, but for once, its taste is foreign. “Everyone I love gets killed, and I can’t let that happen to you.”

In this moment, you want to scream. You want to drag him by the scruff of his collar, push him down onto the bed, and yell at him, hoping he understands just how wrong he is.

But you don’t. You cast aside your thundering heart and the goosebumps that now prickle your skin, and measure your next words carefully. “So you’d just run away?” It comes out softer, and more high-pitched than intended, but you continue. “You’d deny yourself any chance of happiness?”

The mattress dips as you swing your legs off the edge of the bed, not caring for a second that there’s nothing clothing you but his hoodie. “You deserve to be happy, Frank. And I’m sick of you thinking otherwise.”

He towers over you as you pad nearer, but it doesn’t scare you. You’re not going to let him get away. Not again.

Frank’s voice is barely a whisper as he looks to the ground. “What if I hurt you? I won’t— I couldn’t forgive myself. I can’t let you be with me.”

In the darkness of the bedroom, your head shaking is nothing more but a slow glimpse of movement. “We do this together. No more running.” Your voice is cool and steady as you reach for the cool metal handle of the gun sticking out of his jeans. It stings in your hand as you pull it out, but you move past, unloading it the way he’s taught you.

Frank hesitates as he changes his posture, spine stiffening slightly as his breath catches in his throat. “You sure, darlin’? If you want me to leave, I’ll get outta here. No questions asked.”

His jacket falls to the ground in a clumsy heap. “Shut the hell up and kiss me, Castle.”

You catch the glint of his shy smile in amongst the shadows, in amongst the flurry of fabric as his shirt slips off his head. “That’s easier than runnin’, I tell you that.”

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[saintmurd0ck]

helloooo we simped for this earlier in DMs but could you mayyybe write something about *that* position with Matt? you know the one. 😏

the flatiron: a (brief) thesis.

matt's favourite sex position is the flatiron. hear me out, okay?

*p.s. more breeding kink and flatiron position here ;)

1 - it's sensual and very intimate

unlike doggy, which matt typically only reserves for the times when he's in professional brat tamer™ mood, the flatiron position is so incredibly sensual and intimate. not only does it check off matt's need for unbridled skin-to-skin contact, where you both can radiate warmth, and he can feel your heartbeat, have all of him all on you. there's something inherently a little... nasty about doggy, in that it's super primal (and so matt saves it for the devil within); the flatiron is its holistic cousin, designed for everything pleasure, with a little bit of added closeness, mentally, emotionally and physically.

2 - he gets to be in control

darling matthew thrives off control, and this position is perfect for that. he gets to be on top of you, to set the pace, but he's still able to give you exactly what you need and deserve. whether he's feeling particularly dominant, or he simply wants to be intimate, the flatiron provides. for instance: hand around your throat while he fucks you possessively? check. pulling on your hair to bite your neck or simply to show you who's in charge? double check. arm wrapped around your stomach because he wants to breathe in your scent and get lost in you? of course. if matt wants to tie you up, he can. this position truly does offer it all.

3 - easy access to all the spots that make you squirm

it is so easy in this position for matt to whisper dirty, sweet nothings in your ear, to kiss the sensitive spots down your neck, your shoulders and spine. even being able to bury his head in the crook of your neck gets you shuddering, and he takes advantage of all the ways this position makes you fall apart.

4 - deep penetration

it's as if he doesn't know where you end and he begins. every glorious thick inch of him sits so deep inside you it brushes against that spot with ease. combined with the fact that this position is a snug fit, matt can feel every drag of his cock against your walls, the way you envelop him, and every ounce of sweet, sweet friction brings him that close to the edge. oh, and the fact that it gets tighter when you cross your ankles over? how matt lasts as long as he does is a truly impressive feat.

5 - breeding kink galore

all four preceding factors feed into this last point: matt's breeding kink. that's right, this sweet catholic boy, with a penchant for guilt and doing what's right and all that, has a breeding kink. it's almost a given with the religion. this position ticks every single box of his. it's possessive, deep, snug, sensual, intimate... it encapsulates all the things that he is. so, what does this mean for him? he wants to mark you as his, and this is one of the only ways he truly knows how. fucking his cum deep into you is potentially one of the greatest pleasures of matt's life.

not only does it feel incredible for him to bottom out (as if he could go any deeper, but he still finds a way to!) and shoot up inside you, but his amplified moans in your ear makes you clench impossibly hard around his cock, which only serves to make him cum harder. the thought of it trickling down your legs, leaking out of you days after, turns him on more than he can comprehend. this position activates his breeding kink, because all he wants to do is give and give and give -- everything he's got... every last drop. not that you complain.

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[saintmurd0ck]

I need Matt making you ride his thigh like I need AIR

"that's right, sweetheart," he groans, words hushed amongst heavy breaths. "c'mon, use me."

the desperation in his voice stirs the embers within your core, sending fire crackling and sparkling up through your veins. your hands rest on his shoulders, fingers slowly creeping behind him to tug on the short hairs at his nape.

slacks and boxers bunched at his ankles, you lower yourself on his bare thigh, both hissing as the wet spot on your panties connects with his warm skin. there's no hiding how badly you want this. well, not with matt, anyway. you're sure he can scent the aroma of your arousal sitting thick and heavy in the air, snaking around his arms in a sinful embrace.

matt whispers your name as you start to move your hips, as you start to roll them back and forth while grinding down onto the hard muscle of his thigh. the friction against your clit, against everywhere you're throbbing, threatens to drop you off the edge already.

his hands wander to your waist to guide your languid movements, and to make you bear down on him with every downstroke. "just like that, angel," he praises, voice rich and smooth in your ear. "just like that."

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[saintmurd0ck]

🍿let's watch a romantic movie! Matt s/o kissing his knucklesss

thank you so much for your lovely request <3 i hope you enjoy this poetic lil piece that nearly brought me to tears 🥲😌

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the hand that strikes | matt murdock x reader

Your lips graze gently over the backs of his hands, kissing the scars that form a band over his knuckles. It takes a minute for your eyes to roam over his skin, to commit every detail to memory. Most of them are well healed by now. 

These are the scars that have come before you, before he heard the call of your heart. They lay flat amongst the expanse of his hands, faded to a soft pink over time. They lay the foundation for Matt’s origin, and the demons he’s had to face without you by his side. His hands are warm in yours, and they thrum with energy. 

Illuminated in the pale moonlight and the reflective glow of the billboard outside, his scars start to tell a story. It’s the story of a man – only one, and lone in his purpose. It’s a tale of his need to be good, to enact and uphold the law when the law inevitably fails. The imprints in his skin are made of wrathful agony, a characteristic of the devil within. But they are also a marker of his forbearance. His humanity. As much as his fists spark with near-lethal fire, they are fragile. His scars make him vulnerable. 

It’s not so much about the questions he gets asked, or the words that prod red-hot into the cover of his alter ego. In simple fact, Matt’s terrified.

How is it that the same hands he ropes for battle or the same knuckles that splits open a cheekbone can give you joy? Are his hands not stained with blood when he cups your face? Or when he traces the softness of your inner thighs, to pull you apart until you surrender? His hands don’t belong there, surely.

But he’s wrong. You admire the striations splattered across his knuckles. You’re in awe of all that they are, whether miniscule or large, straight-lined or jagged. He sports a fresh scar, one he earned from a week back. He’s nobility, and every kiss you give him is a wordless reminder.

These cicatrices are a marker of his justice.

And God help anyone who deigns to give him hell.

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[saintmurd0ck]

hi rhiiiii!!!! I have a thot to share for ur sleepover!! 😇😇😇😇

something about matt and girlfriend!reader, maybe she’s a vigilante too or maybe he just wants to show her how to take someone down so he knows she’s safe, but they go to fogwells and start to spar and maybe something 🌶 happens???

xoxoxxoxoxo

punch-drunk

let's have a sleepover at mine!

pairing: matt murdock x f!reader

a/n: we are finally here, the last sleepover request!!!! nonnie you impeccable legend - it's like you were reading my mind because this concept lives rent free in my head. ps, it’s also my birthday today, and i said i’d release something as a special treat 🥰💕

Sweat beads on your forehead, glistening in the warm yellow light filtering through Fogwell’s aged windows. You shake your legs out, bringing a hand up to dab at the new cut on your lip. “Matthew Murdock, are you seriously punch-drunk?”

He chuckles outwardly before slipping back into a defensive stance. “Round 2.” A wicked smirk cuts through the dimness as he beckons you closer. “Whenever you’re ready, princess.”

Cocky little shit. You roll your eyes, side-stepping his taunt entirely. Lunging forward, you practice your offense, launching into a series of steps that fall perfectly in sync with Matt’s. You hiss as your fist sails past his head, and again as he traps your arm against his body, throwing you onto the padded surface.

You grit your teeth, swatting his outstretched hand away, and leap back onto your feet. “Again.”

There’s an ease to sparring with him; he’s a natural fighter, honing that edge inside you into polished steel, but it’s also… euphoric. Maybe it’s the dopamine that floods your brain, but being with Matt, in this way, is freeing.

This time, your foot hits the mark, colliding with his ribs to send him staggering in the other direction. Pivoting on the spot, you swing your kicking leg around, using the momentum to land another blow, knocking the wind out of him entirely with your back foot. Not wanting to stop, you surge towards him, elbow hooking upwards to aim for his temple. 

Matt recovers quickly, ducking as your elbow arcs forwards, slipping you past him to land on the ropes instead. The impact dazes you long enough for Matt to get behind you, knocking your knees apart and gripping your chin to bare the side of your neck. His other hand clamps down on your wrists to pin them behind you, to utterly trap you in this position.

“Looks like I win,” he purrs, nipping at your earlobe.

“It’s a courtesy, Matthew,” you breathe, core going tight. “I wouldn’t let you win unless there’s something else in it for me.”

His hand moves to wrap around the base of your neck. “And what’s that?”

Your smile is anything but sweet as you lean into him, arching your back to grind against his cock now straining in his sweatpants. “Take off your clothes and find out.”

tags {x} @pedrito-friskito ;)

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[saintmurd0ck]

matthew michael murdock. god this man is such a giver, to the point where you literally have to beg him to give it a break and let you make him cum, and even then he still wouldn’t, saying something like “shut up and let me make you cum” god the hold this man has on me

yes yes yes yes. matt murdock, as part of his catholic nature, lives to give. it’s so natural to him, to give and give and give, and it feels good. it never feels like a chore, because he gets off on your pleasure.

take this situation here:

you’ve got him spread apart in the car seat, and the roles are reversed. this time, you’re giving it to him, you’re working him with your hands and your lips and your tongue in his favourite way, but he’s struggling. he wants to break free because he physically doesn’t know how to receive. this doesn’t feel natural… because it’s him who should be kneeling before you, worshipping you.

but you tell him to shut up and take it, and somehow your voice pins him in place, immobilises him, and then, all he can do…

is receive.

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[saintmurd0ck]

I’ve got a question! How do you think sex pollen would go over with Daredevil? Like would he be able to avoid it before exposure or would it effect him even more?

with his super senses, i think matt would be extra susceptible to sex pollen. not only would he sense it coming, but it would affect him to a much greater degree, and it would take longer for it to wear off. basically, he'd become a sex monster... no, a sex-starved monster for however long the pollen stays in his system.

of course, he'd try his best to to curb the temptation of that sickly sweet aroma in the air, snaking around his arms and infiltrating his bloodstream... the pollen itself tasting like ambrosia on his tongue.

and, when it hits, oh, when it hits, it's not matt you're playing with. his expression goes dark, the corners of his lips twitch, and when he flexes his fingers, he needs to feel your flesh in his hands... to be able to spread you apart, to smack you, to have your body submit to his.

because sex pollen brings out the devil in him...

and the devil needs to get his fill.

do i need to write a sex pollen fic with matt? 🙈

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[saintmurd0ck]

I THINK I'M STILL ON TIME FOR THE SLEEPOVER BUT how do you feel about "you won't hurt me." With Matt and Frank? Figured I'd give you a little poly fun 😉 if I'm too late, ignore this lol

AMANDA. this is fucking perfect oh god. i'm sorry (but also not) for the monster you've created with this ask. >:)

(this scene/sex position/sex thing (idk what to call it lmao) may or may not happen in my threesome series sequel (okay but it definitely will)..... and i thought i'd write it into this one in lieu of traditional DP because i'm absolutely unhinged today and yeah i need this so badly)

let's have a sleepover at mine!

two's better than one | frank castle x f!reader x matt murdock

Frank jolts upwards from where he is in between your legs, mouth glistening with the sheen of your arousal. “You what now?” 

Your head tips back with a groan as Matt picks up Frank’s slack by slipping his tongue inside you, spreading your thighs apart as he feasts on you like a starved man. 

“Red.” 

Matt hums against your pussy, ears cocked towards Frank’s voice in response.

Frank reaches down to fist his cock, elbowing Matt in the process. “Did ‘ya hear what she asked us?”

Matt’s head pops up a second later, smirking at your whimper as he leaves one last kitten lick on your clit. “Yeah Frank, I heard.” He rubs an idle circle on your inner thigh before directing his words to you. “You sure about that, angel? S’that really want you want?”

“Forget it,” you grumble, carding your fingers through their hair, pushing their heads back down to where you need them most.

Frank resists the movement easily, arms going taut as he braces the edge of the mattress with both hands. He presses a kiss to your outstretched knee, voice softening. “What if we don’t fit? What if… what if you get hurt?”

“Aw, look at Castle gettin’ all soft on us,” Matt smirks, growling as he nips at your skin. “We’ll make it fit, won’t we, angel?”

“You won’t hurt me, I promise,” you murmur, running your fingers along their jaws, stubble tickling your fingertips.

Frank moves to kiss your knuckles, lips grazing so gently his breath is shaky. “You really want it, huh?” He pauses, nudging a finger at your entrance, where you’re dripping with the thought of it. “The both of us, stuffed in that tight lil’ hole of yours?”

You’re a whining mess as you hear him sound out your desire... what you’ve asked of them. “Please.” 

A shudder runs through Frank’s body as he hears the desperation in your voice, then again as he notices Matt’s darkened expression; the wicked grin that now stretches across his entire face.

“Go on then, darlin’. Be a good girl and take it.”

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[saintmurd0ck]

This but with sex pollen Matt

yes yes YESSSSSS *SCREAMS*

this is the first thing he says to you as he lunges for you, pinning you against the first surface he deems worthy of fucking you on (tbf the sex pollen makes him unable to think and consequently he just wants to fuck you on any and every surface possible).

he’s ravaged you with his tongue, barely stopping to tear at your clothes, his whines and whimpers barely audible over the animalistic slaps of his skin on yours. that’s right — this man yearns for you, despite whatever beast the pollen’s brought out from within.

regardless, we’ve established that the devil is out in full force, so while your tears stain your cheeks and you’re cumming on his cock over and over and over again, like the good lil obedient thing you are, he says that line to you, in between your cries of ‘oh my god’.

he grits his teeth and scrunches his eyebrows together, words coming out in an almost hiss as he firmly grips your chin. ‘i am your god.”

sex pollen fic coming soon.

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