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🗽 - 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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RHI BABY CONGRATULATIONS ON 200!!!!

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gods bless you for destroying what's left off my sanity with your works <3

now, I'm here with a Matt-thot (shocker)

🗽baking cookies with Matty boy and you get into a flour-fight because ofc he's annoying you which leads to soft, sweet, delicate, flour covered sex in the kitchen floor.

bonus points if Matt's only wearing his boxers and apron eeek

kat my love my sweet, thank you so so so much for this and i'm sorry it took so long!!!! i am actually in the sweetest, fluffiest mood (of course, with a lil sexy back arching smut thrown in) so enjoy <333

it is currently 4.10 AM and wow i hope this is cohesive!!! kinda got lost in the words, and i am so happy with how this turned out :')

lost in you | matt murdock x f!reader

summary: a little food fight with matt turns into something more

warnings: fluff, back breaking very intimate p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, matt murdock in general? (lmao), breeding kink if you squint

a/n: if you see a mistake no you didn't!!!!!

The cookie dough slips from his hands as Matt lifts his head, the back of his neck searing as alertness ripples in waves down his spine. The rapid rise in your heartbeat jolts his fight-or-flight response, eyes bulging wide as he whips around to where you are behind him.

His voice is manic as he cups your face in his hands. “Angel, whoa, what’s wrong?!”

Matt’s quizzical as he feels the heat radiating from your face underneath his fingers, the vibrations from your giggles, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. He furrows his eyebrows, ears still pricked and attentive, as you choke out another laugh.

“It’s you, Matthew!”

His eyebrows are a hard line as he retracts his head back, placing his hands on his hips. “Huh?”

“Matt,” you roll your eyes. “You’re wearing an apron” – he nods – “and basically nothing underneath.”

Your grin grows painfully wide as he snorts, biting the inside of his cheek, shaking his head. You nudge him playfully, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “C’mon Matty, you know what you do to me.”

His chest loosens with a chuckle that follows, tilting his head to one side as he feigns innocence. You’ve seen that look before, the ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’.

Sucking in your cheeks, you mirror him, tilting your head in the opposite direction, plastering a saccharine smile on your face. S’that right, Murdock?

Matt’s face slowly drops as you reach into the bag of flour behind you, his lips pulled apart in a perfect ‘o’. “No… no no no no no–”

And his hair turns white as you release the flour on his head.

The only sound between you is the whirring emanating faintly from the oven, as you’re pinned in place by disbelief and the adorable way Matt scrunches his nose, the crease between his brows as prominent as ever.

He pouts at you, crossing his arms as he moves his lips to blow off the flour on the tip of his nose. A pang of guilt shoots through your heart as you inch forward, arms outstretched to envelop him in a hug.

“Awww Matty, I’m sorry,” you mumble, pressing your face into his neck, resting your hands on the small of his back as you squeeze him tightly. You offer him a sheepish smile as you pull away to look at his mottled hair, raising a hand to wipe his forehead.

“You got me,” he murmurs, reaching out to your outstretched hand.

Not quite catching what he said, you ask. “What was that, my love?”

Without hesitation, his calloused hand grabs your wrist, tugging you forward as he spins you around, pinning you against the counter. His lips contort into a half-smirk as yours fly open, moving like lightning as he reaches behind you, only to press a palmful of flour in your face.

You sputter as it coats your mouth and gets into your nose, huffing as you pinch your eyebrows together. “Matt!” you push his chest, “what the hell?!”

“Hey! Don’t dish it if you can’t take it.” 

Your eyes widen at his cheeky retort, pursing your lips as you shake your head, jaw twitching in response. 

“Okay Murdock,” you say, cracking your knuckles, “I see how it is.” 

His next handful of flour leaves a large white handprint, square on your chest. You don’t retaliate, not at first, but you eye him up, at his hand dipped in the bag for more, and his corrupted little smile.

“Oh Matty,” you purr, drawing out every syllable, “it’s such a shame you got my shirt dirty.” Your voice lowers to a whisper you can barely hear, but you know every word dances through Matt’s ears. “Guess I have to take it off.”

Matt swallows thickly as he hears the rustle of fabric being pulled up and over your head, landing in a clumsy heap by the dining table. He hears the speckle of goosebumps on your chest, now bared to him, the apron and boxers he’s wearing constricting more by the second.

Smack.

You land two floury handprints on his ass as you take advantage of his wandering mind, but oh…

Oh, Matt gets you right back.

He wastes no time in sliding off his boxers, his erection springing free, tenting his apron. His tongue peeks out to wet his lips as hears your breath catch in your throat, your nostrils flaring at the sight beholding, the second heartbeat he picks up between your legs.

“Now I’m wearing nothing underneath.” Matt’s voice is husky as he reaches around, tugging on the meticulous knot tied behind his back. “And now… I’m wearing nothing.” 

Your mouth waters as you watch the apron, a mess of flour and cookie dough, sail past your head, finding its way home somewhere deep in the living room. The throbbing between your thighs is insistent now, the sensation of your need clawing and extending to every part of your body.

Matt’s chest rises steeply as he swipes his thumb across your nose, cock twitching as he presses it against you, hearing your lips pulled apart by a groan at the sudden warmth on your stomach.

His whisper flutters by your ear as he runs a finger through your hair. “Can you take it?” 

You swallow again. “Huh?”

“I said don’t dish it if you can’t take it. But I know you can,” – he nudges your jaw upwards with his lips, mumbling against your skin – “can’t you?”

The broad muscle of his shoulders is solid under your fingers, as they search for the familiar landmarks of his scars. Your devious smile is obvious in the way you elongate your words. “Can’t I take what?” 

Your whimpers are angelic to his ears as he presses harder into you, precum leaking onto your skin, making your eyes roll back in your head. He drags his tongue lazily down your neck, stopping to nip the skin with his teeth gently, as your grip on his shoulders tighten. He wedges a thick hand between the two of you, pushing your underwear to the side, tracing a finger up your slick folds.

With his lips skirting your collarbone, he asks for your permission.

A breathy ‘yes’ is all the approval he needs, and he sinks his finger into you.

He captures your moans as he kisses you, moving inside you the way you love, in the way you sometimes beg for. His free hand cups your jaw, holding your face as close to his as possible. The kisses lack their usual urgency; the strokes of ‘I wanna drink you up like it’s my last night on earth’... Matt takes his time with you here, memorising you with every stroke, with every slip of his tongue on yours. 

Your stomach tightens as Matt brushes against that spot inside you, and you press your forehead against his as you unravel, flooding his fingers with the arousal he so languidly coaxed out. You’re a panting mess as he pulls his hand out from under you, bringing his fingers to his mouth. 

He groans as he licks every last drop of your cum, hips bucking involuntarily. “Always so delicious for me, angel.”

You kiss the tip of his nose as you discard your underwear, the material soaked beyond belief. Bracing yourself against the counter, Matt rests his hands on your hips, chin tilted towards you as he listens to your body, to the innermost cues that convey more than what words can. 

He taps on your thigh, prompting you to sit up on the counter as he presses his mouth on yours, catching your bottom lip with his teeth. He rests a flat palm on your sternum, gently leaning you back on your elbows, while his other hand guides your legs apart. 

The sensation is familiar, a gesture he performs on you almost every time you’re intimate, but you shudder, baring yourself to him. It’s as if you’re exposing a part of yourself you keep hidden, a sliver of identity, of desires, you didn’t know existed.

It’s always like this with Matt, and there are times where you’ll curse him, for being able to read you in a way so acute you can barely comprehend, but you can’t think of anyone else you’d want to reveal yourself to. Not like this. 

As Matt holds onto your hip, other hand on his cock, coating himself in your slickness, pieces of your shared memories flash before your eyes, the directional blur as they cycle through dizzying you. 

You’re pulled back into reality as Matt whispers your name, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, asking you for entry.

The approval floats from your lips, distilling itself in the atmosphere.

Then, he pushes into you, groaning softly, feeling you stretch around him, glorious from your warmth and tightness. His voice rasps as he gives into you, pulling his hips back before snapping them against yours. “Angel…”

You meld your body to his, pushing up when he’s deep inside, grinding for sweet, sweet gratification on the spot that brings the horizon of your release closer… closer… 

The repetitive filling of your body with his speaks its own language, a form of communication that tells you he wants – needs – you; his deep thrusts a yearning for as much of you as possible.

There’s no hint of Daredevil, not even in the ancient hunger that manifests in the way he clenches his jaw, or his half-lidded eyes as he fucks you.

It’s just Matt.

Your Matt.

And your release rips from within, a cry you can’t swallow, making you throw your head back as your legs tremble. Your orgasm pulls with it a sound from Matt’s lips so obscene yet ethereal, a sound that echoes through your mind as you come down from your peak.

He draws himself out from you, cupping your jaw in his hands.

His pearly smile makes your heart soar as he kisses the corners of your lips. “Such a good girl f’me.” You feel your cheeks glowing as you bask in his praise.

Guiding you off the counter, Matt places a hand on the flat of your back, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. He leans in towards you, mouth brushing yours.

“What do you want, Matty?” you ask, pushing the flour still ingrained in his hair. 

Shit, you forgot about the flour and the cookies– 

“Don’t worry,” he starts, jerking his head towards the oven, “they won’t burn. I promise.”

He cuts off your next thought with a kiss, before responding to your question. “Want you t’ride me, angel.”

“H– right here?”

He nods in all seriousness, pulling you down with him onto the flour-covered floor, and your eyes are wide as you straddle him, pressing your core onto his cock. You run your fingers over the contours of his face, following the curve of his jaw, over his Adam’s apple, and down his sternum. You savour every inch of skin beneath you, every striation from his scars. 

You leave your kisses along his stubble as you lower yourself down on him, hissing as he thrusts up into you, hands sliding up your back, desperate to hold as much of you as possible.

“Matty…” you exhale, leaning back to grip his thighs. The moans tumble freely from your mouth as you roll your hips back and forth, feeling every inch of his cock deep inside you. Matt’s blissed out, breath coming out in shallow pants, every ripple of pleasure cascading tenfold throughout his body.

“Use me, darling,” he mumbles, nails digging into your back, groaning as you shift your angle, the tip of his cock driving impossibly further into you. 

Writhing on top, as he’s buried to the hilt inside, you begin to move faster. You’re overstimulated, breathing ragged as he toys with your nipples, at how his hard muscle rubs against your clit with every move. 

He hears your impending release like a wave about to crest, roaring in his ears, getting louder with every move. 

Matt’s chuckle breaks your concentration as he stills inside you, grip firm on your waist. “The flour’s like sandpaper.”

You sit up, drawing from Matt a low moan, concern lining your expression. “Do you wanna stop? Maybe go into the shower?”

Matt turns pink as he bites the inside of his cheek, but he shakes his head. “No, no sweetheart. Don’t wanna stop. M’gonna cum soon.”

You curse under your breath, his words lighting a fire inside of you. Leaning down, your lips find his as you press your chest against his skin, every bit of taut muscle flexing as he wraps his arms around you. He pistons his hips upwards, cock starting to draw out another peak as he slides in and out of you, utterly lost in your heat.  

This position is almost too much for him to bear, with how your bodies are touching, with the way your pussy clenches around him. He can’t distinguish between heartbeats now, not with the way every wet thrust is amplified, your musky, sweet fragrance overwhelming his every sense.

It’s evident in his face, in his movements, in every thrust falling out of rhythm.

“Now, Matty,” you murmur, rigid in his arms as you implode, gripping his face and his hair.

Your orgasm hits as his does, cum flooding deep within you as he cries out. He stutters, still twitching, still leaking, as you slump in his arms, dazed and panting on the kitchen floor.

You think of a million clichés to describe this small, simple moment, set in stone, written in the stars.

But you settle on one; the one that makes the most sense, the only one your hazy, lovestruck brain can choke out.

It comes out in a hoarse whisper. “I’m yours.”

Matt’s arms are still around you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, so close to your heart. His hands travel to the back of your head, nuzzling into your neck as he nips the sensitive skin affectionately.

“No angel, I’m yours.”

And just on cue, the oven timer rings, the smell of freshly baked cookies filling the air.

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no thoughts just picturing frank and matt eating your pussy at the same time because you yelled at them for arguing 

imagine them shouldering each other out the way in between your thighs trying to get a better angle than the other 

also their tongues obvs collide a couple times and matt just says 'fuck it' and kisses frank fully on the mouth and you're like 'i'm so glad you guys are getting along x'

kitty you somehow manage to read all the scenarios in my head and condense them into perfectly summarised thots. i had a shitload of fun writing this (god do i love their dynamic), and i hope you enjoy xoxox

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shut up, the both of you | frank castle x f!reader x matt murdock

summary: you think of the perfect way to make frank and matt get along after a particularly challenging day

warnings: oral f receiving, threesome, matt n frank bickering lmao

You’ve had enough. 

The constant bickering, the back-and-forth, the whatever the fuck happens when Matt and Frank are left alone for too long.

You’re on the rooftop, stewing, pacing, wondering how to get them to shut up, while the sun blasts down on you, bitter wind biting against your skin. For the time being, this place is your quiet zone, your solace, ironically, from the two men you love the most. You’ve never felt safer with anyone else, but God, you need a quiet place sometimes when their one-ups and dick measuring gets a little too much.

Still, you know they love each other, fights and all. It's in the little things, from the way Frank takes Matt’s suits to the dry-cleaners, to the way Matt makes Frank coffee in the morning.

And from the way they treat you in bed?

Yeah, they love each other.

Your quiet scheming is interrupted by the harsh creaking of the metal roof door, squinting through the sun's glare to see who’s coming through.

Matt’s aftershave is carried straight to you by the wind before he even steps foot near you. He looks flustered, hair a little out of place, his shirt wrinkled. And the bruise on his cheek. What the hell did they get up to, in the ten minutes you were up here?

You press your lips together as Matt comes towards you, pulling you in to kiss your forehead.

“You okay, sweetheart? Why are you up here?” he asks, voice filled with concern.

You jump as Frank kicks the door open, cursing at it on his way through. “Stupid fuckin’ door, this.”

Coming towards you in large strides, Frank looks pissed, a purple bruise on his face matching Matt's. He’s lifting his hand, pointing a finger at Matt, his other hand curled into a fist. Matt tilts his head at you, at the grumble that comes out of your mouth. 

“M’sick of your shit, Red! Let me do my damn thing!” Frank growls, a muscle twitching in his jaw.

Matt steps away from you, chest puffed out, pointing his own finger towards Frank. “Don’t pull this shit, Castle. I told you what I’d do to you if I found another empty milk carton in the fridge.”

Scowling, you clap your hands together, bringing them up to your face. 

“Oh yeah, Red? What’s that, huh?” Frank spits, balling his fist in Matt’s shirt. “I told you, it reminds me to get more.” 

That’s it. The thread behind your eyes, fraying and wearing thin, snaps.

“Seriously you two,” your voice is dangerously low, “shut the fuck up.”

Releasing his grip, Frank and Matt turn towards you, their own faces furrowed.

“Shut the fuck up,” you breathe, pressing your nails into your palms. “Everywhere I go, anything I do, I can hear you two. Can I have some peace, even for a second? Holy fucking shit.”

Matt shoots you an apologetic look, Frank joining with a sheepish grin. 

“M’sorry doll,” Frank mutters, hand rubbing the back of his head.

You’re firm. “No.”

Frank looks like he’s been shot. “No?”

“No. You two are gonna learn to get along. Downstairs, now,” you snap. 

.

Moments later, you’re a squirming mess, toes curling, hands fumbling to grab at the sheets beneath you. You blink through your haze, staring at them through your eyelashes, between your legs. The moans fall from your mouth easily, at the sight of two tongues working on you, one lapping at your clit while the other slips inside you. And you’re greedy, bucking your hips against them, in a way to get more, more of their tongues on you, circling you, inside you.

Your face is scrunched, your back arched impossibly against the mattress, as Matt flicks your clit, the stroke of his tongue gentle yet firm, while Frank licks a flat strip up your centre, the broadness of his tongue leaving no spot untouched. 

Their movements become erratic as they shoulder each other, Frank trying to get a better angle on your pussy. 

You’re not having any of this.

Lifting your hands either side of you, the sheets all bunched up from your grip, you grab Frank and Matt’s hair, forcing them back together between your legs.

“Behave,” you order, groaning as Frank kisses up your thigh, hooking your leg on his shoulder. He ignores you, pushing Matt out of the way, only to take Matt's place on your clit.

Matt sucks his cheeks in, contemplating his next move.

Your eyes fly open as Matt dives right back on you, the sensation of two tongues licking in tandem almost exploding in you right then and there. Your body contracts, pulsating at their tongues, undoubtedly colliding with each other in their fight to give you pleasure.

The warmth on your clit is suddenly torn away, Frank staring at Matt in a mix of disbelief and anger. “Gonna give me any space, Red?” 

Matt tilts his head towards you, a half-smirk forming on his face. "You want us to get along right?"

You shoot him a quizzical look before nodding.

“Yeah? Well fuck it,” Matt mutters, capturing Frank's face in his hands, pressing his lips into Frank’s, slipping his tongue in.

Frank tears away, pushing Matt’s chest, eyes wide. “The hell was that, Red?!”

You bite back the laugh that rises from your chest, watching as a wicked grin grows on Matt’s face. “Oops.”

Shaking his head, Frank elbows Matt out of the way, your eyes rolling back as his tongue finds you again.

"Least I got him to shut up," Matt chuckles, grunting as Frank elbows him in the side.

You jerk your head at Matt, his smug grin still stretching wide.

Everything feels right again as his tongue joins Frank’s on your pussy, bringing you closer to your peak.

A soft groan slips past your lips as your hands find their heads again. “I’m so glad you guys are finally getting along.”

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🌟: Frank likes to annoy Matt by abusing his senses of smell and hearing. I love your writing!!

thank you SO SO SO much for sending this in, and for complimenting my writing. the fact that you read it and enjoy it means the absolute fucking world to me.

this was a JOY to write and holy fuck i think this is dirtier than just one night 😭😮‍💨

ALSO this is kinda unedited im so excited to post regardless 🤭

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stay quiet, baby | frank castle x f!reader x matt murdock

summary: you steal matt's hoodie, and so frank decides to abuse matt's sense of smell and hearing

warnings: unprotected p in v, threesome ish, creampie, oral m receiving

“Hey, uh, have either of you seen my hoodie?” Matt calls out, eyebrows furrowing together in frustration. “I can’t find it and it’s–”

He cocks his ear towards the bedroom, the door only slightly ajar. It’s muffled with heavy breathing and low voices, but like a pinpointed echolocation, he’s drawn to the sound. He concentrates harder, tilting his head as he pulls it apart.

“Shh, sweetheart, don’t wanna get Red all worked up, do ‘ya?” Frank grunts softly. The sound of his hand smacking your flesh. “Although,” he continues, rasping, “m’sure he can smell you. You’re a dirty girl, wearin’ his hoodie like that.” 

You make a sound Matt’s never heard before, a mewl that tents his sweatpants. Matt gulps as he walks closer to the bedroom, palming himself as his eyes roll back.

“Gonna make sure he can smell you gettin' fucked like this, when he’s wearin’ it, sweetheart?"

Matt hears your heartbeat stutter, feeling the air displacement as you nod your head. He’s close to the bedroom now, closing his eyes as he strokes himself, utterly and completely overstimulated. He knows you’re wearing his hoodie, hears every obscene thrust, Frank’s ragged breathing as he speeds up his pace, caring less about being quiet.

A shudder runs through Matt’s body as he hears you squeal, Frank driving the tip of his cock into that spot. 

“Y’like the thought of Red hearin’ you like this, sweetheart?” Frank groans as you squeeze around him with each ruthless thrust.

“Mmhm,” you moan, breathless and trembling, the sounds catching in your throat.

“I think, baby,” Frank rasps, “he’s forcin’ himself, concentratin’, to hear this. Probably has his hand on his cock right now.”

Matt bites his lip, swallowing a moan as he listens to your heart stuttering.

Frank’s voice is louder now. “Think he can hear us right now, don’t you baby?”

Matt pushes the door open, gulping as the scent of your sweat mixed with his hoodie hits, the thought of you wearing it while Frank defiles you almost too much. 

Frank’s underneath you, his thick arm across Matt’s hoodie, hand resting on your throat, while the other arm reaches around to rub your clit. 

“Matty, baby,” you croak, Frank’s grip on your throat tightening. 

You’re writhing now, arching your back, about to fall off the edge. Frank’s not holding back, every resounding smack of his hips against yours echoing in the room. Matt’s painfully hard, throat bobbing as you start to fall apart on Frank’s cock, the slick of your sweat distilling in the air.

“C’mere Red.” Frank lifts his fingers off your clit, wrapping his now free arm around your stomach, angling himself in deeper.

Matt gets on the bed, positioning himself over your aching cunt, every wet squelch of Frank’s cock driving up into you sending jolts down his spine. He flattens his tongue against your clit, licking up into a lazy circle. He can feel you dripping, hears you reaching your peak. He leans into you, pressing a kiss into your clit as his tongue darts out. 

The combination of Matt’s tongue and Frank’s cock is too much for you to bear, exploding inside you, crying out as it shatters your body. Frank stills inside you, with Matt’s mouth still on your clit, his drawn out groan heaven to your ears as you milk him dry.

“Fuck, Frank! You couldn’t have given me a warning?” Matt sputters, the smell of Frank’s cum flooding inside you overwhelming his senses.

Frank laughs dryly, relaxing his hold on you. “Oops, sorry Red.” 

Still throbbing, and even more so witnessing you implode, Matt grits his teeth, palming himself. “Help me out here, sweetheart?” he asks you softly as you get off Frank’s cock, cum dripping down your thighs.

“Mmhm,” you nod, “of course Matty.” 

He stifles a moan as you wrap your mouth around his cock, closing your eyes as you take all of him.

The bed dips as Frank gets up, his body shining with a mix of his sweat and your cum. “Sorry ‘bout your hoodie, Red,” he grins, clapping Matt on the back. “Try not to think of me when you wear it next, alright?”

“Go to hell, Castle,” Matt grumbles, balling his fist in your hair. 

Frank chuckles as he saunters out of the bedroom. “I’m takin’ her with me when I go.” 

Matt doesn’t even get the chance to respond before you pull him in closer, circling the tip of his cock with your tongue. 

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🗽

frank. handcuffs. (or the belt, you decide 😈)

you know i'm picking the belt ;)

wrote a lil somethin somethin, i hope you enjoy!!!!

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teach you a lesson | frank castle x reader

summary: you're being a brat and frank needs to teach you how to behave

"Frank.” Your voice was stern as you stared into his eyes, pressing your lips together. “I have work in an hour.”

You sucked in your cheeks, smoothing out the fabric from where his hand gripped your ass. Frank tilted his head to the side, raising his eyebrows. Your eyes travelled to the very visible bulge in his pants, the sharp exhale leaving your lips spurring him to laugh. 

You walked towards the front door, stopping to turn and face him, watching his jaw twitch as you pinned him with a saccharine smile. “Besides, I don’t think you can make me cum before then.”

You ran your tongue over your teeth as you turned on your heel to reach for the doorknob.

He was behind you in an instant, mouth pressed to your ear as he growled. “What’d ‘ya say?”

You stilled, feeling your heart pound in your chest. “I said,” you drawled, “I don’t think you can make me cum before then.”

“S’that so, darlin’?” His voice was low as you heard him unbuckle his belt, sliding it out in one smooth motion.

Heat coursed through your body as Frank reached around you, one thick hand at the base of your neck and the other on your hip. “There ‘ya go, runnin’ that pretty lil’ mouth of yours again. I thought I already fucked the brat outta ‘ya.”

He laughed dryly as you whimpered. “Be good and bend over f’me, will ‘ya?”

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OK OK OK SO. ✨ Matt x reluctant vigilante! Reader who’s being blackmailed or otherwise manipulated by the people he’s fighting so he unknowingly ends up fighting his girlfriend and hooooo boy when that comes out??? NOT gonna be pretty

my love! i am so sorry this took so long, but i wanted this to be perfect, and i waited until the right spark of imagination hit me. i really hope you enjoy this, because it took me for a SPIN1!!!!!!! and anyway i love this so much oh my god!! and there are songs to go with this ;) (also this is my first time writing any sort of fight scenes, so i hope they make sense! )

under the light of the moon | f!vigilante reader x matt murdock

summary: matt murdock doesn't know his girlfriend is a vigilante, being blackmailed to take the devil down. he has to fight her, every night, until her guise slips, and he finds out it's her.

warnings: a lot of angst (!!!), heavy violence, blood, allusion to the russian mob (although this story does not follow any timeline)

accompanying songs: natural (imagine dragons), teeth (five seconds of summer)

Matthew Murdock was tired.

Utterly, completely and wholly fatigued; he was worn to the bone, sick of having his ass handed to him, every single night.

All he knew was that she had it out for him.

Like a ghost, she appeared out of nowhere, leaving no trace of her identity, or where she came from. She was undetectable… a whisper, a forgotten secret, simply vanishing into thin air. 

And he wasn’t sure if she’d keep him alive long enough to find out.

.

Slinking across the rooftops of Hell’s Kitchen, Matt flinched as the autumn wind scratched at his face, nipping at the uncovered skin of his jaw. Nostrils flared, he sniffed at the air – ignoring the city’s odours of lost hope and garbage – hoping for anything… anything that’d point him towards her. The flames of his sight roiled like molten lava, his world on fire burning brighter than ever tonight. 

Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he leaped from one rooftop to another, breaking his fall with a roll, grunting at the hard concrete beneath his shoulders. A woman’s giggle broke his concentration as he crouched, pressing his back up against an air-conditioning unit, warm from use. He waited, patiently, for the lovedrunk couple to get lost in each other, wet kissing sounds feathering a muscle in his jaw, as he stalked to the side of the building, hands closing around the rung of a rusted ladder.

Matt’s stomach tightened as he thought of the couple on the roof, his mind turning to you. He’d kissed you goodnight before he left, before donning the red suit of his alter ego, before seeking to find the ghost that haunted him. 

You were his biggest supporter, his best advocate, his healer; selflessly tending to his injuries night-after-night, and even more so as he fought his unending battle with someone barely more than a phantom. Guilt bubbled through his blood at the thought of leaving you at home, peaceful and unassuming, all while knowing this night might well and truly be his last. 

Matt didn’t know where he was going, but as he swallowed his apprehension, he figured the looming spires of Clinton Church in the background was direction enough.

.

Matt made it ten feet before his head snapped back, narrowly avoiding the dagger whistling through the air. Gritting his teeth, he squared his shoulders, chin down and head tilted to the side, listening for any sign of movement. 

He chuckled hoarsely, feeling the displacement of air to his right. “Gotcha.”

Stance off-kilter by the smallest centimetre, the next dagger scratched his cheek, pinning him to the brick wall by the fabric of his neck. Grunting, Matt lifted a hand to yank the blade out, twirling it in his fingers before sending it clattering to the other side of the rooftop, elbow flying up to cover his head as her gloved fist hooked around.

“Why.” he demanded, voice dropping an octave, aiming his kick for her knee.

She buckled, but not before swinging her other leg around, foot connecting with his side. Silence.

Unyielding, Matt brushed it off, dodging a punch. He waited for her next advance, until her fist sailed past his chin before catching her bicep and wrist, throwing her to the ground. 

With every ounce of bodyweight locking her in place, he barked. “Tell me who you are, and what you want.” 

Matt scowled as she merely blinked, showing no emotion even as he dug his knee harder into her hip. This was the closest he’d managed to get to her, so he willed himself to focus, to hone in on any detail, any giveaway that’d answer his questions.

Her heartbeat was steady and unfaltering, even as he surveyed her, tongue flicking out to taste the air. Except for the gap in fabric that revealed her eyes, she was covered from head-to-toe, the material of her skintight suit thin enough to reveal her perspiration. Matt gulped, feeling her stare lock onto his form, burning through his helmet, searing his skin. He furrowed his eyebrows, lips contorting into a frown. Something about her felt so… familiar, and it wasn’t just the fact that he was meeting his match every night. It was something he couldn’t place, from the way she carried herself, to the way he felt her lips move into a half-smirk. 

Matt’s eyes went wide as she saw through his lapse of concentration, at the way his grip slackened. So fast he could barely register, she flipped on her side, kicking Matt off, dusting her suit as she stood in her fighting stance, ready for more.

Cursing under his breath, he rolled towards her, kicking out as he aimed at her hip, but she deflected, grabbing him by the collar and punching him square on the mouth. He spat on the ground, the red a stark contrast against the light concrete. Frustrated, he swung his hands out, hearing the crunch of bone under his knuckles as he broke her nose, hearing her teeth chatter as he landed each blow.

She didn’t care that blood streamed down her face, wetting her mask, the front of her chest. She had a mission; a mission she had to finish.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Matt rasped, his kick knocking her on her ass. “Stop making me hurt you.” 

Chest heaving and unable to hold back her panting, she lifted a gloved hand to her eyes, wiping away the sweat that beaded on her lashes. She was wounded, worn out, but still, she didn’t stop. Rising again, her knees wobbly, she put her fists up in front of her face, shaking her head as she beckoned him closer. 

Yelling, Matt ran towards her, hook punch skirting her jaw enough that she lost her balance, but she recovered quicker than he expected, trapping his arm in her hands. Slipping him past her, she grabbed onto his shoulder as she drove her knee up into his stomach, skin crawling at the groan that escaped his lips. 

“Good!” called a voice from behind, heavily accented. “Finish him, and you will be rewarded.”

It’s too early, she thought, her sharp exhale turning into an audible ‘fuck!’ as she loosened her hold, heart thundering in her chest, whipping her head towards the voice. 

It was as if time had frozen for Matt, as he lifted his head towards her, raising a hand to wipe at his bloody mouth. It couldn’t be.

She turned her head back towards him, lunging, but with almost no effort at all, possessed entirely by disbelief, Matt stepped to the side.

He reached out, pulling the flimsy fabric of her mask off her head.

There it was.

What she – No.

What you tried so desperately to hide.

Stuck in place, an unfamiliar sensation bloomed in Matt’s chest, filling his body like a helium balloon, except it was dense; an iron brick dragging him underwater.

The Man Without Fear was scared.

No… he thought. No… it can’t be.

He staggered backwards as your fist collided with his jaw, impact reverberating through his body, splintering deep into his bones. Even though his Devil helmet covered his face, shielding the expression in his eyes, you felt it emanating from him. Heartbreak.

Matt fell to the ground, heaving, reeling over as he looked up at you towering over him, stomach sinking to hell as you curled your fists in front of your face.

You would never forget this moment; his crumpled form under the light of the moon, the way he whispered your name;

A silent prayer, a plea…

And it shattered your heart into a million pieces.

.

“I’m sorry, Matty,” you whispered, eyes glistening as he slumped before you. “I’m so sorry.”

His voice broke, the sound like a knife twisting in your gut. “How could you?”

“Hand him over to us,” announced the voice from before, closer now.

Your breath quickened, catching in your throat as you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “I promise I’ll explain everything to you. Everything. But please, I need you to do something for me. Just one thing.”

Matt scoffed, turning his head away.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Biting back your tears, there was an urgency as you turned around to face the voice, whispering under your breath knowing Matt could hear every word. “Yield. Do not show them any weakness in your voice, in your actions. Just yield. Pretend you’re done fighting. Please. They’re watching.”

You fought a sniffle as you stood strong, eyes blazing ahead. “Is my family safe?” 

Agitation settled over you as a tall man walked over, his blonde hair ghostly white in the moonlight. He approached you with a menacing gaze, the long red scar on the side of his face a warning.

“Is. My. Family. Safe.”

The man curled his lips into a smile. “As promised, if you give us the Devil, they will be safe.”

“He’s right there,” you gritted, “now show me where they are.”

The man’s bodyguards hauled Matt up to his feet, gripping his wrists in an iron vice as you were shown a security feed; a video of your parents, home with your little brother. Your heart stuttered, relief stinging your eyes.

Staring into the man’s hooded blue gaze, you blinked, fingers closing around the cool metal hilt of the dagger sheathed by your thigh.

“Let me say one last thing to him before you take him away,” you pleaded, laying it on as thick as you could.

The man nodded, and you turned to Matt, head tipped forward as he bared his teeth.

“Now.”

Your stare was unmoving as you pounced, slicing your dagger against the man’s throat. He gurgled, betrayal crossing his face, hands clutching at torn skin. Lifting your leg up, you looked into the man’s lifeless eyes as you kicked the middle of his chest, sending him to the ground.

Behind you, Matt grunted as he took the bodyguards out, back pressed to the rooftop as he panted, rolling over to drive his fist into the guard closest to him. Clutching your side, you stumbled over to Matt, reaching a hand towards him.

Fingers closing around your forearm, the both of you staggered as you hoisted him up, holding onto each other for stability.  

You turned towards him, one hand on his waist to steady his balance. Raising a hand to his face, you pried his helmet off, setting it down on the rooftop, running your fingers through his messy hair. You chewed your lip at the sight of him: prominent circles under his eyes, bloodied mouth, cuts and raised welts on his cheekbones.

“I’m so sorry, Matt,” you started, feeling your vision go blurry, “I had no choice. They were going to kill my family.”

He pressed his lips together, eyes unfocused but set on your face.

You continued. “T-they wanted me to kill you. I’ve got no excuse for what I did, but… I convinced them to let me capture you instead. They knew we were together, impossible things about my past. They told me you were getting too close to them, to taking them down, and they blackmailed me.” 

Tears spilled down your cheeks. “I do not expect you to trust me, or to help me, but” – your voice cracked – “they had my family. I couldn’t risk that.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you. I lied so they wouldn’t suspect we were working together… they had eyes on me all the time. T-things didn’t go as planned but… they– they worked out anyway.” You cleared your throat. “I hated every second of it, Matty.” 

Matt’s voice rang out amongst the rooftops, even though the word was barely a whisper. “How?”

“What?”

“How did you get away with this? How could I not sense this?”

You toyed with your fingers, skirting over the bruised knuckles underneath your gloves. “Training.”

Matt’s eyebrows were a hard line. “Training?”

“It’s… complicated, but I changed my scent, my clothing… coloured contacts on my eyes. Anything to obscure who I am. Who I was.” 

He tilted his chin down, sucking his cheeks in.

“I knocked you around as hard as I could so you barely had a moment to listen to me, to my body. So you could focus on healing yourself and not pay attention to where I was hurt.” 

“I hid my suit around the city, praying you wouldn’t sniff it out.”

Matt sniffed. “You took care of me, patched me up. Even though it was you who hurt me.”

“I’m sorry, Matt. Listen to my heartbeat. I’m sorry.”

His expression was forlorn as he tilted his ear towards you, listening, concentrating.

“I understand if you want nothing more to do with–”

“I’m sorry about your family,” he murmured. “They were in danger because of me.”

Rage took a hold of you, bursting through the cracks in your tattered psyche. “No, Matt. No. You are not to be blamed. It was me who hurt you.”

“You didn’t have a choice.”

Matt’s gloved hands were heavy in yours. “It’s not your fault,” you mumbled.

“Then we’ll make sure they’re safe. Watch over them, together.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “Matt, that means leaving Hell’s Kitchen. I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Just because you cut the head off the snake, doesn’t mean two more won’t grow back. They won’t be safe until we take down the whole organisation. And you didn’t ask. I offered.”

You bit your lip, ears ringing. “Okay.”

Matt’s lips twitched into a weak smile, hands gripping yours tighter. “Okay.”

“On one condition,” he wrapped his arm around your waist, walking to the roof stairs, “you’re going to tell me everything, and no more killing.”

Under the light of the moon, as his words tugged at your heartstrings, you looked upwards, the prayer falling from your lips a solemn promise you’d never lie to him again.

You nodded, bracing his cheek. “Okay.”

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[saintmurd0ck]

hiii lovely <333 i have a lil request :)

matt taking care of reader when they’re sick

ily💗

hi my love <3 anything for you!!!

i love this request so much because i'm feeling soft and sweet, and i want to make you feel that way too 🥰

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matt knows you're getting sick way before you do. you hate getting sick, and don't often, but the way matt dotes on you 24/7, taking care of your every need, even more so than he already does...

well, you don't mind getting sick now

matt is the most caring boyfriend, listening to your body's signals as you heal

'gotta look after you, gorgeous' he mumbles, as he gets your medication, helps you get changed into comfy pajamas, and tucks you into bed

you love watching him mess around in the kitchen, from your cozy spot on the couch where he's draped a thick blanket over you

he pores over the internet, meticulously researching cold remedies, superfoods, just anything that can help you heal quicker

he's got an apron on, sometimes just boxers underneath, as per your request, making you soup, and whatever else he's found from his 'research'

he gives you a shot of ginger juice with turmeric once, that he got from the fancy health food store a couple blocks away, and it's disgusting, but you swallow it with a smile, just to see his

he kisses your forehead profusely while you're sick, frowning when the skin underneath is hot to the touch, and immediately getting you a cold towel and painkillers to help

he tries his best to work from home while you're unwell, so he can keep an eye on you (pun not intended)

he fusses over you, by your side as much as possible, combing his fingers through your hair as you sleep

he doesn't care that you're sniffly, your words are muffled, or that you're coughing, he reminds you you're beautiful, every single day

'thank you for taking care of me, matty' you say, pressing a kiss to his lips

god, his lips are so warm and so soft, they melt your heart and send shivers down your spine

'of course gorgeous' he says as he traces the curve of your jaw, the hollow of your neck

you're grateful, so, so grateful, as he smiles, radiating and ethereal, a smile that drives the sickness in the air far, far away

he gets in bed behind you, snuggling up to you, making sure you're all wrapped up in his arms

he murmurs in your ear, listening to your heartbeat slow as you fall asleep. 'i love you, and i'll do it forever'

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[saintmurd0ck]

congrats on 200 followers once again love <33 you deserve so much more xx may I request 🗽 - send me a character and thought and i’ll write you a little blurb matt reacting to a reader whose never been eaten out before and readers kinda nervous??

hi my love, thank you for sending me this ask <3 !!! i'm so happy to report that it is a joint 200/300 celebration, feeling so grateful 🥰

ok... here goes!!!! ;)

i’d be honoured | matt murdock x f!reader

A million thoughts race through your mind as Matt’s lips brush against your stomach, the kisses so light they leave goosebumps in their wake. Unbeknownst to you, Matt hears your heartbeat, erratic and pounding, the way your breath leaves your lips as your chest rises and falls, in rhythm to your nervousness.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, the chill of the room snaking over your bare chest, making you shiver. You swallow thickly, at Matt’s messy hair, his shirt untucked and unbuttoned, the hunger in his expression. 

He lifts his hands from your hips, kneeling before you at the foot of the bed. He purses his lips, sensing your anxiety. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asks, placing a hand on your knee.

You jerk at his touch, already hypersensitive from the way he kissed you, the way he made you breathless as his mouth roved over your chest.

You nod and smile. “Yeah, Matt, of course. Thanks for asking,” you grin, but the falter in your voice fools no one.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Matt’s voice is gentle, as he sits next to you on the bed, hand caressing your face.

You tilt your chin up to kiss him, groaning at the way his tongue melts against yours, at the brush of his stubble against your jaw. Matt tilts his head back as you pull away, tracing your fingers over the contours of his face, swiping your thumb over his bottom lip.

You stutter, but only for a second. “I-I really want to, Matt, but there’s something you should know.”

Your heart almost leaps out of your chest as you watch his expression soften. 

“Here goes,” you start, running your fingers behind his hear, “I’ve never... I've never been eaten out before.”

Matt furrows his eyebrows, tilting his chin upwards. The butterflies in your stomach multiply exponentially, thundering within you. What if this puts him off? What if–

And he smiles. Heartfelt, dimples and all, he just smiles. 

You chew on your lip.

Matt gets off the bed, and kneels before you once more. Once again, he’s smiling, so purely that it stretches from ear-to-ear.

“We don’t have to do this,” your heart plummets for a second, but only for a second, “if you don’t want to, or you’re not ready, but…”

“But what?”

“It would be my honour to be your first.”

“R-really, Matt, it would?” you whisper, feeling the back of your neck heat up.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he murmurs, capturing your mouth in his, feeling the blood rush to your face. “I wanna make you feel good for as long as you’ll let me.”

“Yes,” you say, insistent, as you kiss him harder, deepening the kiss with your tongue. It doesn’t take long for your arousal to soak through your thin underwear, for the need for him between your legs to throb.

“Are you sure?” he mumbles against your lips, hand cupping your jaw.

“Make me feel good, Matthew.”

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[saintmurd0ck]

this isn't slutty but i can't get it out of my head; frank and matt fucking love gossip. Matt has always been open about being a nosy bitch who loves spilling tea, frank likes to play it off like he doesn't give a shit but when he catches your neighbour having an affair he's calling you before he even registers what he's doing, cue 20 mins later you're drinking wine on the couch with him theorising he's like 'idk babe i always thought he was a douchebag'

hi kitty <3 thank you so much for your ask!

also, i COMPLETELY agree. frank and matt, as much as they fight and argue (like an old married couple 😭😅), absolutely LOVE to sit down after a long day pining for you while you're at work to debrief.

and frank gets way more invested than he admits, and he doesn't forget anything.

'hey babe, what happened to so and so that got put on administrative leave?'

'holy shit frank, you remember that?'

matt calls out from behind. 'yeah, she got fired!'

and frank's face drops, before he gets the chance to correct himself. 'and 'ya didn't think to tell me?! red knows?!'

you give frank a knowing look. 'i thought you "didn't care"'

frank squeezes your waist. 'i like when 'ya tell me stuff'

matt laughs. 'i didn't think you had a caring bone in your body castle'

and that's the start of another fight lmao

i love domestic frank and matt (as you very well know), so these headcanons are so fucking wholesome and i love em

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[saintmurd0ck]

Also I am in desperate need of more Matt x Reader × Frank things 😳

hey my love!! 💕

don’t worry, more is on its way 😈 and you can find the masterlist here

in celebration of me reaching 200, here is a little snippet of the (untitled) sequel to just one night 🤭🤭

Your mouth went dry as the shower curtain slid open. Frank’s eyes glazed over Matt’s naked body, slick from the water.

“Miss me, Red?” he chuckled, his grip on you tightening.

Matt clenched his fists, shaking his head. “You’re insufferable, Castle. You’re lucky you make her happy or else I’d kick your ass.”

Frank cocked his head, rising up to his full height. “Really think you could kick my ass, pretty boy? Didn’t go so well for you last time.”

ENJOY!!! 💖💖

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[saintmurd0ck]

Rhi! Congratulations on 200! That’s so exciting! You deserve all the love! ❤️

🗽normally I’d ask for Matt buuuuut I’m feelin Mikey right now and reader and him having a date night in and he’s trying to make it extra special, please and thank you 🙏 🥰

thank you so much ericca <3 you are so lovely and thank you for sending in an ask, i'm sorry it took so long!!

mikey would absolutely go out of his way to make your date night extra special, and i hope you enjoy!

(note, after i finished writing: i am actually crying. wow.)

tonight is a big night. oh yeah, every single kinsella's in on it, without your knowledge

it's yours and michael's first anniversary, and he's pulled out all the stops. it's more lowkey than your usual dates out, but he's made sure that this will blow your mind

he's fixing his dark button-up shirt in the mirror by the couch, checking his hair, combing his beard, making sure he looks put together for you

the doorbell rings, and a shy smile spreads across his face. he can feel the butterflies in his stomach twisting and turning, nervous to see you, even though it feels like you've known each other your whole life

he walks into the kitchen to grab the flowers he's gotten for you, your favourite flowers, the same ones you pointed at excitedly when you last saw them at the florist

the tips of his ears turn pink as he opens the door, flowers in hand, seeing you there

and by god,

you look incredible.

michael's lost for words almost, as he pecks your cheek and ushers you inside. 'you're... you're beautiful, love'

you feel dizzy as his words shoot straight to your heart, penetrating through your clothing, and your skin, making its way home in the very centre

you have to bite back a moan as you enter the kitchen, the smell of food simmering away on the stove absolutely divine

michael smiles, putting the flowers in water for you, and rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. 'i uh... made your favourite. hope 'ya like it, pet'

and your face heats up. 'i know i will, mikey' you say with a grin, one that makes michael's eyes twinkle

.

aside from your quips about how good the food is, and the clinking of cutlery on the plates, the dinner starts off in silence, at first. you glance over at michael, who’s a bundle of nervousness

'mikey, are you alright?' you ask, putting your hand on his. 'is somethin' wrong?'

'birdy made dinner' he blurts, his hand flying up to his mouth to hide his reddening cheeks

you can't help but laugh, setting your fork down and smoothing the napkin over your lap. 'oh mikey' you start, pinching his cheek 's'that what you were nervous about?'

he throws his head back in laughter, the sound so pure and crystalline you want to bask in it forever

he locks eyes with you, pursing his lips. clearly, something else is up

he looks down at his plate, chewing on his lip, a muscle twitching in his jaw,

then back up to you, eyes twinkling once again, with a fervour he rarely lets shine

'i just wanted t'say t'ya how great the past year's been, love. thanks, for everythin'

your heart is a mess at his words, and bursts open as his voice cracks, his eyes becoming red-rimmed

'i didn't think things could be normal again for me, but 'ya make me feel like m'on the right track. like m'doin' the right thing.'

'you are, mikey' you smile, taking his hand, feeling his calluses in yours. 'and m'so proud of 'ya'

michael looks down, but you can see the lines by his eyes crinkling, as they do when he is genuinely, genuinely happy

he reaches into his pocket, and you gasp as he pulls out a dark blue box, opening it to reveal the most beautiful diamond ring

'been wantin’ t'ask 'ya since i kissed 'ya for the first time' he chuckles, sucking in his breath, nervous

'will 'ya do me the honour, love? marry me?'

and the tears flow now, nothing stopping them, between the both of you. 'yes' you say with a toothy grin, letting him slide the ring on your finger, and he's overjoyed at your answer

you gaze at him, your fiancé, dreamily, as he has a look on his face you could only describe as lovesick

and then the rest of the family bursts in through the door, music playing, streamers being thrown, whiskey being poured

but amidst the noise and celebration, there he is, your lovesick, beautiful, broken man

slowly healing, in your presence

now, with you by his side

forever.

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[saintmurd0ck]

for the 200 celebration:

🗽 - waking up and being under the weather and foggy saying something along the lines of “i love you but you look terrible” before giving in to staying home

hi jj!! sorry this has taken me so long HAHA but it's finally here, and i am very excited because i've never written foggy before, and i hope you like it <3

Foggy’s voice is faint from the kitchen. “Don’t tell me you caught it from someone you had over, Matt.” 

Even from this distance, you can hear his eye roll.

He paces up and down. “C'mon man, I told you not to come in if you weren't feeling good."

A pause.

"Alright, Matt. Stay home, feel better.”

A headache splinters through your body as your eyes flutter open, a soft groan escaping your lips. 

A sleepy smile drags across your face as you see him, lost in his new deposition, the stack of pages thick in his hands. You hear the coffee maker whirring, as you do every morning, but your face scrunches. You sniff the air.

Nothing. Your nose is blocked.

Ah, shit.

That explains the stuffiness from the last few days, the fatigue currently melting in your bones.

You move to throw the covers off you, but the neurons don’t fire the way you want, so you’re frozen, glued to the bed, and utterly weighed down by your cold.

“Foggy, darling,” you call out, hearing the effect of your blocked nose in your voice.

He perks up with a grin, setting the deposition down on the counter, striding towards you. He’s already dressed for work, in a grey suit and matching tie that fits him perfectly. In complete contrast to you, Foggy radiates with the embers of sunshine and wildflowers, and meanwhile, you’re in bed, rotting like a corpse.

Your attempt to sit up and greet him is futile, and his face drops as he sees you, kneeling besides you on the bed, scooping your hands into his. “Woah! Are you feeling okay?”

You muster the biggest smile you can, repressing your wince, in response to his question.

Foggy pats your hands, his eyebrows furrowing as he gives you a sheepish grin. “Oh sweetheart, I love you, but you look terrible.”

He gets up to pull his phone out of his pocket, swiftly dialling Karen. “Hey Karen, bad news. Our dear friend and associate Matt has spread his sickness into the Nelson household. I'll work from home today, alright?"

Foggy hangs up, shrugging off his jacket and tie. You can't help but laugh as he grins at you, arms stretching wide to envelop you in a hug.

“Looks like I’m staying home!” he exclaims, fist pumping the air.

“Fog, I don’t want you to get sick,” you whine, pushing him away.

The look on his face is clear. Nothing would change his mind.

“Too bad baby, you’re stuck with me!” 

He smothers you in kisses, and for just a second, you're so grateful that Matt got you sick.

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[saintmurd0ck]

Rhi!!! Congrats on 200, my dear!

So, this might be slightly self indulgent, but how do we think Mikey boy would take care of his partner with a chronic illness on a bad day?

hi pheebs! thank you so much <3

this is so sweet and soft, and i'm definitely in a fluffy mood after all of the mind-blowing smut i have written and consumed in the last 72 hours 😭

i hope that i can do this justice for you, and would welcome any feedback if you feel this is inaccurate. here goes:

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michael can see it in your face, in the way your lashes flutter as your eyelids grow heavy, and the way your breath is strained

today's gonna be a tough one

he gets up from the bed to put the kettle on, getting out your favourite mug, and your favourite tea

while it's boiling, he goes back to the bedroom where you're lying on your side, eyes closed and legs tucked up to your chest. your forehead crinkles slightly as the pain ebbs and flows

michael sits next to you, eyes softening as he brushes his hand on the curve of your jaw, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

he tilts his chin towards you, pursing his lips. seeing you in pain makes him angry

it makes him so angry that his eyes go dark and his fists curl, so tightly his nails leave red half-moons in the skin, so tightly that you have to pry them back open

he hates seeing you in pain. all he wants to do is take it away from you. it's a hard thing for him to accept, that he can't just trade your health for his, or shoot it...

but he tries his best to support you, and take care of you, through every day; good or bad

moments later he returns with a steaming mug of tea, setting it down on the bedside table next to you

he can see you shivering, so he gets out a pair of your fuzzy socks, and gently slips them on your feet

he lifts the covers right up to your chin, tucking you snugly underneath, making sure you're as warm as possible

'how can i help today, love?' he asks, running his fingers through your hair as you take a deep breath

your words come out in a small groan

he presses a kiss to your forehead. 'say that again for me, love?'

'just... just be here w'me, yeah, mikey? oh and maybe panadol. and a heat pack. please' you whisper, reaching out from under the duvet to grab his hand

'how bad out of 10?' he furrows his brow, watching as you bite down on your lip, clutching your hands to your chest

you're struggling to breathe a little. '8 today, mikey'

'd'ya need me to call the doctor?' he reaches for his phone

as you squeeze your eyes shut and your head rolls back, the next wave of pain coursing through your body, michael gets up to make a call in the next room

you hear it faintly. 'yeah, frank, can't do nothin' for you today. gotta stay here.' a moment of silence. 'pain's bad today. mmhm. yeah.'

'sorry i can't stop by. let birdy know she's welcome to drop off the food'

michael hangs up, ruffling the back of his head as he sits back down next to you, his hand going straight back to stroking your hair

'everything alright with frank, mikey?' you ask, swallowing a gulp as you blink your eyes open slowly. michael's smiling down at you, a peaceful expression on his face

a muscle feathers in his jaw. 'grand, love, just grand. told him i'm stayin' here today. not gonna leave your side at all'

you press your lips into a small, grateful smile. 'i love you mikey, i think i need that today'

he caresses your jaw. 'you come first, love. always'

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[saintmurd0ck]

Rhi, my love! AAAAAAAAAA

CONGRATULATIONS on 200💕✨️

I'm here with a fluffy thot with our beloved Matty xx

getting wine drunk as the sun sets, swaying to a mixture of cheesy songs and jazz music, and kissing eachother but both of you keep breaking the kiss by laughing. Mouths clumsy on eachother, hands tangled together, his hand gripping you tightly by your waist because you're woozy from all the alcohol and serotonin. You're leaning on his shoulder as the setting sun shines it's last light, through his window, on you two lovesick puppies.

It's summer here and I'm craving some wine and dancing to slow music, so here ya go! ^_^

THANK YOU SO MUCH KAT!!!! <333333 i'm actually at 300 followers now so its a bit of a joint celebration hehehe!

this is such a sweet, sweet thot, and i think he'd be all giggly from the wine, fumbling with the bottle as he pours you another glass. he gets hot and takes off his tie, and his shirt is kinda messy as you slow dance with each other, and he twirls you around!!!

and with one hand on the small of your back, he dips you in time to the music, leaning down to kiss you, his mouth so soft and warm on yours, the faint taste of wine on his tongue

this is a core memory right here, one that he'd treasure for life, because you've created a space for him to be so vulnerable, so exposed

and finally, he allows himself:

to love and be loved, fully

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[saintmurd0ck]

rhi congrats on 200 followers!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

✨️ could you please find me a song that matches having a huge crush on Matt and finding out he feels the same way

thank you! ❤️

hi mindi!!! thank you so much for your ask 💖✨

okay so the song that came to mind IMMEDIATELY was 'make you mine' by PUBLIC, every time i listen to it, without fail, matt's beautiful smile comes to mind, and the biggest grin just spreads on my face

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[saintmurd0ck]

for 200 celebration:

😈 - fuck, marry, kill -> matt, michael, and frank

KAYLEE THIS IS DESPICABLE!!! 😭😭

fuck…. frank

marry…. matt…..

IM SO SORRY MIKEY (but if there’s anything the soul stone taught me it’s that sometimes you gotta sacrifice the ones you love the most 🥲😭)

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