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Judex, Judicum, Infantem - Chapter 8

(Eventual)Reader x Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

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summary: He's baaaaack. And it's about to get dramatic.

warnings: AFAB Reader. No use of Y/N. Pregnancy. Angst and arguing. Mention of canon typical blood and injury. Description of IV and stitches.

w/c: 4,425

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The cry of your voice cut through the night like a dagger into Matt’s heart. He didn’t know what was waiting for him at home, but he could hear the agony in your screams from blocks away. All the worst case scenarios were running through his head and clouding his thoughts as he tried to focus on his surroundings to make it to you as quickly as he could. He tripped on a chimney as he leapt from one roof to another, recovering with a roll and not missing a beat to keep pushing onward. Despite the sweat now pouring down his face, his blood felt like ice, freezing him in place and slowing him to a near halt. At least that’s what it felt like as the seconds ticked on while he tried to get home to you. He may as well have been running through molasses. Not caring at how his legs ached while they carried him, he pressed on, trying with all his might to pick up speed until he finally made it home.

His heart rate was high from how quickly he was moving, but it nearly dropped all the way to zero as the smell of blood invaded his nose when he finally stepped onto the balcony of the apartment you shared. He didn’t want to think of the worst case scenario, couldn’t even bring himself to imagine the word. Wrenching open the door, he picked up on three heart beats through your sniffles and pleas; yours, the baby’s, and a third.

It was the least steady, erratically pulsing in an unclear rhythm.

Dying.

He tasted your tears in the air, salty and mixing with the stench of blood as he rushed to be by your side.

“Matt! Please! I’m losing him, please!” you begged

Matt honed in on the figure in your arms, listening to inaudible grunts as the life in it was slipping away. He could practically hear the blood pouring like a waterfall out of the strangers’ neck. The familiar scent of gunpowder amongst the sweat and the blood stuck to the man’s skin. Heavy boots weightless against the floor as he struggled to breathe. At least three guns on his person.

Frank.

“Keep putting pressure on the wound.” Matt commanded as he leapt back to his feet and sprinted to the bathroom, emerging a moment later with the first aid kit in his hands

It had only been minutes between the time Frank collapsed and Matt arrived. But as you watched Frank grow paler and colder in your arms, it felt like an eternity. Matt tossed his gloves aside as he knelt down beside you and threaded the needle.

“Hold him steady.”

Matt began suturing the wound, hands slipping with each stitch from the wetness of the blood. Weightless in your embrace, Frank’s head rested against your stomach. You prayed that he could hear the baby the way Matt could in this moment. Maybe if he could sense the life inside you that he might have created, it would give his soul the push he needed to stay earthside. You stroked at Frank’s hair while Matt worked, tears spilling onto his eyes as he laid nearly motionless in your arms. Would this be enough to save him?

“Okay. The wound is closed. But he’s lost a lot of blood, we need to get him to—” Matt paused, head cocking at a new sound. “Someone’s here.”

Not even a second later, there was a gentle knock on the door. Your body froze in place as you watched Matt take in everything he could about whoever on the other side of the door. Was Frank followed? Was Matt? Were you about to be caught in the middle of a shootout in your own home?

“Matt? My name’s Curtis. I’m a friend of Frank’s.”

You exhaled in relief, choking out another sob. Frank had told you about Curtis a few times and you knew he was a person to trust. Matt ripped off his Daredevil helmet and bolted towards the door.

The man followed Matt into the apartment, immediately going into field medic mode when he saw you and Frank on the floor. He was large in stature but had a kindness in his eyes and a tranquility to his voice, even in such a desperate situation.

“What happened?” Curtis asked, using his flashlight to open Frank’s eyelids and asses his vitals

“He um…” you spoke softly through sniffles “He just showed up. His neck was bleeding and…”

“I closed the wound, but he’s lost a lot of blood.” Matt chimed in

“Did a damn good job too. Those are some clean stitches.” Curtis commented, feeling Frank’s pulse. “I brought a few bags of blood and some IVs. Help me get him on the couch.”

Matt and Curtis crouched down and picked up Frank’s heavy, unconscious form. One of the few things Frank had told you about Curtis was his prosthetic leg and how he got it. You wondered if lifting a solid log like Frank was difficult for him. As they got him up and onto the couch, you sat back on your haunches. You didn’t want to let him go, wanting to hold him in your arms; feel him breathing against you just to know he was still alive. You numbly watched as Curtis rummaged through his bag and put on latex gloves.

“How did you know where to find him?” Matt asked.

“He called me. Said he was hurt bad and that he was heading here cause it was the closest place he could think of. Asked me to meet him.”

Curtis worked fast, getting a line into Frank’s arm and getting a bag of blood hooked to him. The former medic seemed completely unfazed that Matt was standing beside him, half-dressed in his Daredevil suit. You wondered if Curtis already knew who was behind the red mask, or just spent enough time around Frank that the identity of a notable vigilante in the city was unremarkable to him. Did Curtis know who you were though? Did Frank even tell him about you?

“With Frank you never know what you’re gonna find but I wasn’t expecting it to be this bad.” He continued while he worked

He improvised using the table lamp as a stand, hooking the bag onto the finial and checking that it was flowing correctly. You realized it was still dark in the apartment, only the moon still streaming in. Shit, you should have turned a light on so Curtis could work better, not knowing what else to do to help.

Color began to spread across Frank’s face almost immediately. As the seconds ticked on, he looked more and more alive and you finally allowed yourself to breathe fully. Since his arrival, it felt as though you were a fish that had been caught on land and now were finally tossed back in the sea as water filled your gills with relief. With Frank’s main injury taken care of, Curtis pulled a few antiseptic wipes out and began to clean the blood that was drying on Frank’s neck, also checking if there were any other injuries he needed to address. You still sat on the floor across the room, unable to move as you watched Curtis work. Matt paced behind the sofa, ready to lend a hand if needed. You could tell he was listening closely, making sure Frank was still breathing. Once Curtis had cleaned enough of the wound, he lifted each of Frank’s limbs to check him over once more and gave his heart a listen.

“I’ll be back in a few hours to bring some antibiotics.” Curtis said, cleaning up his supplies and grabbing his bag.

“Will he be okay?” you asked

“Probably. If he makes it to sunrise and doesn’t sprout an infection, we should be in the clear.”

“Thank you, Curtis.” Matt said, walking him to the door.

You stared at Frank. If he didn’t have all the scrapes and bruises across his face and arms, he’d look just like he was sleeping. After how things ended between the two of you, it was unbelievable that he was here in front of you and alive (mostly.) You worried if you dared to look away for even a moment, he might just evaporate into thin air and disappear from your life again.

“You should get some sleep.” Matt spoke almost robotically in your direction.

He was standing between you and the door where he just showed Curtis out, clearly keeping a distance. All the emotions you carried from your fight earlier came flooding back in; your anger at Matt for not considering your feelings, the hurt that he’d put himself in danger, the fear that he wouldn’t return to you. Based on the way his eyes shifted back and forth rapidly, you knew he was assessing you now. He could probably tell how your muscles ached and your eyes burned from exhaustion. He could probably tell your heartburn was flaring up with a vengeance from all the stress of the evening and that your ankles were swollen from all the pacing. He could probably tell the bed had not been slept in since he left.

“I’m not tired.” you responded

“That’s not true.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep.”

“You should at least try.”

“Please, Matt. I need to stay up. Just until Curtis comes back and we know he’s okay.”

“Fine.” Matt replied curtly. He cocked his head to give you and the baby another listen, then headed towards the bedroom.

You stayed in your spot on the floor, just watching Frank’s chest rise and fall. Again and again and again.

“Can I ask you something?”

Matt’s voice cut through your trance, startling you with a jolt. You hadn’t realized how long you’d been sitting there staring at Frank, but enough time had passed that Matt was freshly showered and clad in sweatpants and a T-shirt. In all the overwhelm of Frank’s arrival, you hadn’t really looked at Matt since he’d gotten home. Thankfully, he had no signs of injury clearly visible to you. The only thing amiss was the pained look on his face.

“Yeah. What?”

“Did you mean it earlier? When you said you loved me?”

You sighed deeply, hurt by his question. You were still so angry with him. With the way he still stayed several feet away from you, leaning on the bedroom door frame with an unreadable expression, it was if he was mad at you for Frank’s unexpected return. Like you somehow magically willed him to come back out of spite for the fight you and Matt had earlier. You’d received no affection from him since Curtis left and Frank was deemed stable; no greeting kiss, no apology for how he spoke to you earlier, no hug or gesture to comfort you during this stressing ordeal. He was behaving more as if he was having a discussion with an opposing counsel and not his lover.

“Matt, you know I meant it. My heartbeat didn’t waiver, I know it didn’t.” you spoke with a hushed tone, careful not to disturb Frank. Unsure if he was still passed out or just sleeping, but he needed rest if he was going to heal.

“Yeah, I know. But I wanted to make sure that hasn’t changed.”

Rubbing at your bump, you shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to cry again. Sure, you were still angry about your fight earlier, but not enough to possibly not love him anymore in just a few hours.

“Why would it have changed between now and then?”

Matt nodded towards Frank on the sofa.

You scoffed.

“How could you even think this changes how I feel?”

Matt stepped towards where you still sat on the floor, crouching down to be at face level with you. His voice vibrated with irritation through gritted teeth as he tried to also keep his volume down.

“It changes everything.”

“Not how I feel about you, Matt. I love you and I mean it. No matter what happens with Frank.”

That was all you could be certain of at this point and you hoped it was enough reassurance for Matt.

“And what if he wants to be in the baby’s life too? What do we do then?” he asked

“I don’t know. He needs to make it through the night first. When he wakes up and I have the chance to tell him and then we go from there.”

Admittedly, Frank being back put a serious complication in everything moving forward. Or maybe it didn’t matter at all because he could just up and disappear again and leave you and Matt right back to before. Your head began to throb. There were too many things to think about, each swirling in your brain like a hurricane meeting a tornado, leaving no clear thoughts just chaos in it’s wake.

“What if he wants you back?” Matt questioned

“We were never really together so I don’t know how he could want me ‘back’.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m with you now, Matt.”

“Still didn’t answer my question.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” you scoffed

“I don’t know.”

Matt’s clipped tone let you know his patience was waning. There was something he was trying to get from you; whether it was reassurance or he was just egging on another fight, you weren’t sure. But you knew you could out stubborn him. Besides, to have the audacity to be miffed like he was when you were the one who should be agitated. And you certainly were. Not just from the argument earlier, but at how cold and distant he was right now. The fucking nerve to treat you like he was a detective interrogating a suspect when you’d done nothing wrong. His voice got tighter and tighter as he spoke, jaw ticking with rage as his tone dropped lower.

“Do you love him?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, bullshit.” he spat back

“I did.” you swallowed thickly “Before all this. Before he left. Before the baby.”

Once again, you placed a protective hand on your stomach. Your tail bone was starting to ache from sitting on the floor for so long and if you weren’t so stressed, you probably could have laid down right there and slept for hours on the uncomfortable ground.

“But you know Frank, he couldn’t… didn’t want to…” you trailed off “Anyway, you stepped up and showed me so much gentleness that I’m still not sure I deserve and I fell in love with you.”

“Do you still love him though?”

“I’m not sure. Do you ever stop loving someone once you love them? But I know I’ve moved on. And I know you’ve made me happy. And I know I love you, Matt.”

Something about that seemed to finally quell Matt’s doubts even if just a little. He reached out, placing his hand softly over yours, taking in the tiny heartbeat coming through. A tear ran down your face at finally feeling Matt’s touch, a small comfort in the panic of the last few hours. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments. Matt’s head tilted a fragment of a degree from time to time, listening to your stomach and taking in the sounds of you and the baby. Just as you finally felt at peace for the first time since this afternoon, Matt spoke.

“He’s not staying.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Matt.” you balked, shoving his hand away from where it rested “He almost died tonight. He still might. I’m not going to let you just toss him out because he wasn’t there for me like you were for a baby he knows nothing about.”

“Fine. He can stay until he’s better.”

The sun was rising, muddy blue dusk illuminating the apartment.

The exhaustion of the last few hours finally caught up to you, Matt finally convincing you to go to bed and at least lay down. You fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. Matt tried to remain focused on Frank, listening to his heartbeat become steadier as the night wore into morning. But he couldn’t help but tune into you and the baby as well.

The smell of Frank’s blood lingered in crusted specks under your fingernails while you slumbered. Matt’s Columbia sweatshirt warmed your body amidst the chill still in the air. He listened as your skin glided smoothly against the silk sheets as you shifted to lay on your other side.

Attempting to get himself something to keep awake, Matt fiddled with the coffee maker in the kitchen. The city below was beginning to come to life; cars whizzing past as early commuters began to head downtown, morning joggers’ feet thumping rhythmically along the west side highway, bodegas lifting their grates to begin welcoming business for the day.

The noise of it all faded away in an instant as Matt heard the figure on the couch shift and grunt.

Frank was awake.

Thoughts wisped by in Frank’s brain as the world started to come into his focus. He scrunched his eyes shut as he tried to figure it all out. His whole body ached like the times he had to run the obstacle course at bootcamp. His mouth felt dry as he tried to swallow, burning pain traveling all the way down his esophagus.

The only thing he could remember was you. Coming to him in a vision as he sat on death’s doorstep. He wasn’t sure how he got there, he just knew that’s where he had been. And there you were to greet him. One final vision to seal off his time in the land of the living. The love he lost second standing in a bright doorway to send him off. He knew on the other side of that door would be the first one he lost, a perfect bookend to remind him of all the happiness he was never meant to have while he lived.

But no, he never made it to you. Never got the chance to kiss you goodbye and cross the frame to Maria. Instead he was here now, scratchy blanket coarse against his skin as he tried to shift where he lay. He was somewhere? A couch? But where… oh, right. Matt.

“Red?” he called out in barely as a whisper, raspy and faint.

“Yeah?” Matt replied, carrying two coffee mugs in his hand as he made his way across the room to Frank.

“What happened?”

“You showed up at my apartment last night. Bleeding out.”

Matt sat the mugs down on the coffee table, taking a seat in the chair opposite. He crossed his arms, expression stoic behind his red glasses.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your friend Curtis came too and he says you might actually live so, lucky you.”

Frank rubbed at his eyes as he attempted to orient himself. Right, Curtis. He sort of remembered that too. As he tried to sit up, a wave of vertigo rushed over him, making him feel like was on the shittiest ride at the carnival that Lisa used to love going on. She always tortured him and Bill, making them ride it over and over until they were ready to loose their lunches. Resigning to the awful sensation, Frank gingerly laid his body back down. He blinked a few more times to shake away the nausea and took in a hearty inhale.

Your name unmistakably slipped from his lips in the form of a question.

“She’s sleeping. Finally got her to calm down enough to rest.”

So you had been real.

“What’s she doin’ here?”

Matt’s grip on the arm of the chair tightened as he heard the way Frank’s heart sped up when he confirmed you were just in the other room. He was trying to remain calm with Frank for your sake, but he’d never been good at keeping a level head when the two of them were together even before he met you.

“She lives here. With me.” he replied curtly

Despite how dizzy and weak he felt, Frank sat bolt upright at Matt’s statement, glancing around with confusion just to confirm he was indeed where he thought he was; in Matt Murdock’s apartment. The blood rushing away from his brain made his head pound and his vision go white for a moment, but he pushed the discomfort aside. From what Frank could see without twisting his body (which he knew would hurt like a bitch if he tried), Red wasn’t lying. Sure, the place felt mostly like something a boring fuckin’ lawyer would live in; modern art that looked like a Kindergardener drew it on the walls and furniture that was probably designed by Warhol and Frank Lloyd Wright’s love child.

But he also could immediately see the touches of you. There was an antique desk under the window that he knew used to be in your place. On top of it was a frame with a photo of the Eiffel tower. You told him you wanted to visit Paris someday. Draped over the chair was an afghan, purple and blue yarn woven in a zigzag pattern. You once mentioned it was made for you by your great aunt.

Shit, you lived with Murdock now. But how?

“What do you mean?” Frank asked, confused still

“Someone had to take care of her after you left.”

Matt couldn’t help the malice in his tone. Recalling the nights he spent wiping away your tears and holding you in his arms when Frank disappeared, he grew angrier and angrier with every passing second that Frank had stumbled back into your lives. Matt was there for every night you spent worrying, every tear you shed, every bout of morning sickness and late night craving. All of it. And Frank wasn’t.

“She tell you about me?”

“Yeah. She did.”

Frank let out a sigh through his nostrils, shaking his head. Matt couldn’t possibly know how your face had haunted him every damn minute since he left. The evenings spent staring at his phone, guilt at how he’d ended it eating him alive while contemplating dialing your number only to turn to a bottle of pills and a glass of whiskey to numb the urges. Not a night went by that he didn’t dream of your face; the one you made as you laid against his chest in the afterglow of love making, all flushed and ethereal with pleasure. And how all those dreams turned to nightmares the moment he pictured what you looked like after he left. He imagined images of you alone in bed after he’d broken your heart, crying out for him and missing him like an actress in one of those stupid made for TV Christmas movies you liked to make fun of. All the regret he still felt at having to hurt you like that. How desperately he wanted to reach out, to hold you again. But he knew it was best if he stayed away. So he did.

“So what you been up to since, huh buddy? Hiding out? Plotting your next kill?” Matt asked, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his voice

“I ain’t hidin’ from shit.”

“You’re hiding from her.” Matt pointed at the closed bedroom door. “Broke her heart so you could go out and shed all that blood guilt free, huh?”

“She’s a big girl. She’ll get over it.”

“Yeah? That how you go through life, Frank? Pushing anybody who bothers to care away just so you can be the world’s loneliest little soldier?”

“Better than all the pussy-ass shit you do, Red.”

“You mean actually help people? Be of service to others?”

“That right? Are you of service, Red? You serve? You think you’re some kinda hero, just cause you go running around in your pajamas? You’re just a goddamned knight in shining armor, coming home after playing make believe to save her like you save the city. Like she’s not a goddamn adult who can handle herself.”

Matt pushed himself off the chair and stalked over to the couch, bending down to get his face right in Frank’s. He kept his tone level, wanting to make sure it was known just how angry he was without risking waking you from the noise. Frank didn’t flinch as Matt invaded his personal space, nostrils flaring.

“I wouldn’t have had to do that if you had stayed, Frank. If you could get your shit together and not run in the other direction the minute a good thing walks into your life.”

“You wait until her bed was cold at least or you come in the second I left?”

Matt’s hand flew out before he even had time to think, connecting with Frank’s face with a loud smack. Frank flinched, eyes going wide in surprise at the outburst. Matt staggered backwards, pacing in a circle and running a hand through his hair in frustration. Pain seared through Frank’s head as he realized just how bad of shape he was in. A backhand like that normally wouldn’t have phased him, but with the fresh injuries plaguing his body, he struggled to hide the pain behind his stoic face. He could have found the strength to fight back, but didn’t want to. Letting Matt have his tantrum, he watched as he collected himself.

“Goddamn it. Goddamn you.” Matt bent over, placing his hands on his knees as he tried to regain his composure. “I’m sorry, I apologize.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“She wouldn’t want me to…” Matt trailed off “You really think that’s all it is between me and her? Just sex? Was that all she was to you?”

“Don’t you dare goddamn say that about her.”

“ She’s so much more to me, Frank. And I’m happy to have cleaned up your mess if it means I get to have her in my life.”

“Yeah that right? You do it to prove a point? Take my woman to get back at me cause you don’t like how I operate?”

His woman. His woman?! As if you ever belonged to Frank.

“I did it because she’s pregnant.” Matt spat, finally reaching his breaking point.

If he couldn’t use his fists to hurt Frank right now, he figured he’d instead drop a court-worthy bombshell right in his lap.

“And the baby has as good a chance being yours as it is mine.”

NEXT CHAPTER

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[wannabevampire]

omgomgomg poly!mattfrank x avenger!reader smut based on reader getting sprayed by sex pollen PLS PLS PLS this is getting me dead

i actually can’t stop thinking about this omg…i’ve never written a sex pollen fic before! (which feels kinda surprising because of my well documented desperation kink??)

18+ MDNI (sex pollen, hard!domfrank + soft!dom matt, degradation, dumbification, little bit of praise, desperation, edging + orgasm denial, crying in a good way!, squirting)

i am DYING to write poly!mattfrank because that would just be such a hot dynamic. i’m thinking soft dom matt and hard dom frank…yes please. they’d both be so good at degradation, but they would have entirely different approaches.

☆~Soft!Dom Matt Murdock

“Aw look at my poor baby, always so pathetic and needy. She just can’t help herself Frank. Desperate little slut doesn’t know what to do without us. Just need me to make all the decisions for you isn’t that right? It’s not your fault that you can’t do anything with that dumb baby brain of yours. You just let me and Frank to take care of you, okay princess?”

☆~Hard!Dom Frank Castle

“God look at yourself, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as pathetic are you darling. Just a dumb cock hungry slut who can’t function without being told what to do. If only everyone could see how brain dead and submissive you get the moment Matt and I have you alone. Not so independent and demanding now are you sweetheart?”

and the way it would just get SO MUCH MORE INTENSE once they realize this is more than your normal levels of desperation and you’ve been sprayed with sex pollen.

normally frank edges you for a WHILE before he lets you think about cumming, this man loves orgasm denial because he loves how desperate and pathetic it makes you. but the sex pollen has made you about 50x more desperate for them than you would normally be after 2 hours of orgasm denial.

Matt wouldn’t even bother with teasing you, he can be mean, but not that mean. At the end of the day he still just wants to make you feel good and take care of you.

But if we’re being honest Frank definitely still tries to edge you. He doesn’t care how pathetic you already are, he wants to see how desperate he can get you before you break. But Matt can tell that you truly can’t handle it in your current state and puts Frank in his place.

The sex would be so filthy and desperate. Like the sex pollen would have you absolutely insatiable, no matter how many times you came you still wanted more. But you would be so sensitive and constantly on the verge of cumming. It would be so easy for them to make you cum and they would have such a fun time playing with “their little fuck toy”!!

Also have such a vivid image of Matt holding you against his chest while Frank fucks you. Matt would whisper praise into your ear while making sure you can’t run from Franks dick. He would stroke your hair, kiss your forehead, and pinch your nipples when he could sense you calming down.

“Oh you’re doing such a good job princess, such a good girl for me and Frank. Letting him pound that fucking pussy and taking every inch of his cock. Bet you’re gonna make such a pretty mess cumming all over that dick while you let me play with you.”

You’re crying at this point, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Frank doesn’t let up, fucking you hard and making sure to hit your g spot every time. He’d smirk down at you, proud of how much he and Matt ruined you.

“Is my pathetic little slut gonna gush all over my cock? Gonna cum while Matt holds you and destroy that fucking pussy? Give it to me darling, show me what it looks like when a desperate whore cums after being fucked stupid.”

After so much stimulation and cumming so many times you can’t stop yourself from squirting all over Franks dick. Soaking both of you while he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Not bothering to stop as tears stream down your face and you continue gushing on his cock. Your screams of pleasure muffled by Matt’s hand. Frank doesn’t let up until he cums inside you.

The aftercare would also be amazing!! Making sure you were as comfortable as possible and checking that the degradation wasn’t too much. There would most likely also be an extremely awkward doctors trip to make sure the sex pollen had no long lasting side effects and that you were safe & healthy!

..

Okay this is my first drabble in a while so go easy on me! not proof read so It’s not the best but I had fun and it’s SUCH A HOT CONCEPT!!! hope you enjoyed ☆♡

xoxo,

allie 🕊️

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

taking what's not yours - f. castle & m. murdock

a/n: ALRIGHT ITS FINALLY DONE uhhh sorry this has no smut i was just goofing and wanted to write something cute with our two favorites and you guys seemed to really want this one so! i have no regrets actually! im gonna go take a nap now warnings: polyamorous relationships, frank has nightmares, reader is autistic, reader has an oral fixation/biting problem, nosebleeds/blood, crying, cursing, lots of cute nicknames, talks of death, some sexual comments, lots of kissing and fluff word count: 3.2k comments and feedback are always appreciated <3 summary: a week in the life of a relationship with frank castle and matt murdock, your two favorite vigilantes. pairing: frank castle x autistic!gn!reader x matt murdock now playing: taking what's not yours - tv girl "you know where to find me/and i know where to look"

Soft country music from before country music as a genre went modern and became what it is today plays from the radio Frank insists on keeping on while he cooks dinner. His flannel is tight around his chest and the sleeves are rolled up as he brings a spoon to his mouth, tasting the sauce he’s been preparing for the past few hours. He adds more pepper.

The door opens from across the apartment, and all he hears is, “Frank! Tell Matt to stop being mean to me!” You and Matt make your way through the apartment after taking off your shoes and coats, Matt loosening his tie as he follows you into the kitchen. Frank turns when you step into the kitchen, immediately moving over to him and finding your place in the crook of his arm.

“Red bein’ mean to you, honey?” Frank asks as he kisses the top of your head, grinning at Matt as he huffs, standing with his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter if it’s handsome if he’s so mean, does it?” You ask.

“No, it doesn’t,” He grins, and you stick your tongue out to Matt playfully, and he mimics you before going over to Frank and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Hi.” The lawyer hums, happy to be back home with his two favorite people.

“Hi.” Frank grins, unsure of how serious you are about Matt being mean to him. “What’s going on, why are you being mean?” Matt raises an eyebrow at you, unhappy with your running to Frank.

“Can’t just run to daddy to fix your problems, pup.” He accuses, and you scoff. His words are playful, but your face is red at the call out.

“You know what, Murdock—”

“Hey! Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Frank cuts in, and Matt tilts his head in your direction, and you quietly plead for Matt not to tell on you, and--

“They bit me.” Frank sighs at his words.

“I was being affectionate!” You immediately go into defense mode, ducking out of Frank’s arm, trying to casually walk off from the pair towards the fridge, only for Matt to grab your arm, pulling you between the two men, your back against Frank’s chest, face to face with Matt.

“You cannot bite people, pup.” Matt says, and you frown.

“I like biting people—”

“That’s a problem!” Frank’s words attempt to be serious, but they’re coated by a soft laugh as his hands, rough from a long day of working blue collar, rub up and down your arms.

“See? You’re getting Frank to agree with me, do you know how hard that is to do?” Matt hums, and you tilt your head.

“What? You love Frank, it’s actually kind of gross—”

“It is gross isn’t it?” Matt asks teasingly, leaning up to kiss Frank again. You roll your eyes at the fact that you’re being reprimanded by your boyfriends, sandwiched between them, forced to deal with the consequences of your actions. “But I’m being serious, okay?”

“Matty,” Your head leans back against Frank’s chest, “I don’t bite anyone who isn’t you or Frank..”

Alright, let’s level with each other—Frank and Matt are well aware of the fact that you’re neurodivergent. You get overstimulated with loud, crowded situations very easily, you struggle to understand jokes a lot, and you once told them that in middle school, you became so hyper fixated on waffles to the point where you ate them for breakfast and lunch most days, practically begging your mom to let you have it for dinner most nights (She let you have them once a month) and then, after fourteenth months, you stopped. You have not been able to eat a waffle since.

The point is the two men you’re sandwiched between are no strangers to your neurodivergence. They know it’s stimulating in the best way to chew or suck on something, your oral fixation coming back with a vengeance after you tried to repress it for so long. You chew on everything. You chew on the strands of your hoodies, you chew on your sleeves, you chew on ice, gum, you chew on your boyfriends, and you chew on your cheeks to the point where you draw blood, which always gets Matt to scold you, because he can smell the coppery blood from his place across the room, and immediately tells Frank.

Matt Murdock is a little tattletale.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?” Frank hums, resting his chin on your shoulder. “We’ll get you something to chew on—”

“What, like a chew toy? That’s embarrassing,” you groan, and Matt just laughs a bit, leaning in to oppress a kiss to the shoulder that Frank is not leaning on.

“Then stop biting, pup.”

You pause, contemplating the options you have. Fix your biting issue or have Matt and Frank fix it for you. Honestly, you don’t think you have the neurotypical willpower to fix this problem, so you go,

“Okay, fine. You guys have my permission to do what you want to fix it.” You huff. Frank presses a kiss to your cheek while Matt presses a kiss to the other. You feel the smirks against your skin, and you realize what’s happening before you can run, “Wait, no, I swear to god—” Matt picks up your legs with ease as Frank secures his arms around your torso, the pair beginning to carry you to the couch. You groan as they throw you onto the leather couch, landing with a huff. “You’re both awful.”

Matt leans down and bites your shoulder.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?”

“Jokes on you, Daredevil, I’m into that—” You feel Frank sink his teeth into your arm.

“Wrong answer.” Matt responds for him.

//

Later that night, after dinner, you’re laying against Matt, your legs resting in Frank’s lap. You’re listening to music, and the environment is very relaxed, none of you are particularly on edge. Matt’s fingers are resting in your mouth. You relax like this a lot, just sucking his fingers gently. You’re absentmindedly just sucking on his fingers when you bite down on them—It’s not an accident, and Matt would call you out on it if you lied.

So when you bite down, not entirely consciously, he huffs, “With the biting, baby, come on,” he softly condemns, and remembering your deal, Frank gets up with a sigh, patting your leg before he got up and headed to the kitchen. You’re confused for a second before Matt’s nose twitches with recognition, so he grabs your shoulder and pulls you close, his hand finding your cheeks and squeezing your mouth so that it’s in an ‘o’ shape.

Frank approaches you with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter, and your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and the rest of your features are squished by Matt’s hands. Frank scoops a big wad of peanut butter onto the spoon before sticking it in your mouth. You’re confused, as Matt’s hand leaves your face, as you begin munching on the peanut butter.

You take a while to eat the peanut butter, quietly enjoying the taste while enjoying how long you’re keeping yourself busy, since it’s taking a long time to work down the peanut butter due to how sticky it is in the roof of your mouth. When you’re done licking and enjoying the taste of the peanut butter, you look to Frank.

“What was that for?”

“Well, it kept you busy from biting, didn’t it?” He grinned. Your face is flushed as you hand him the spoon.

“Can I have some more?”

Frank chuckles and kisses you quick.

“Sure, honey.”

//

A few nights later, Frank sits on the couch of the apartment, the windows open wide as he listens to the howling wind outside. He’s waiting. Waiting for what, he doesn’t know. His skin is still hot, trying to relax after waking up from a nightmare. It’s always the same. Maria and his children, always dying in his arms. Always sitting at the kitchen table, always with you and Matt, always dead.

The chill that comes in from the window is enough to make him feel alive through as he quietly waits for Matt to get back. He’s in an old tee shirt and sweatpants, flicking his lighter on and off in the quiet as he tries to focus on something that isn’t the idea of the pair of you dead, dead like his wife, dead like his kids, dead dead dead—

“Frank? What are you doing up?” Matt’s soft voice echoes through the apartment, and his head tilts softly. He goes over to the couch, still in his full Daredevil suit. Frank stands up and goes over to him by the window, pulling off his cowl just to look at his face. His hand lands gently on Matt’s face, his thumb rubbing gently on the scars that surround Matt’s eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Matt catches the lie and does not call him out.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Frank’s jaw hardens, and even though Matt cannot see, he avoids his gaze. And in a moment of pure vulnerability, he wraps his arms around Matt, holding him close. Matt’s hand gently runs up and down his spine, trying to comfort him. After a few moments of quiet, he asks, “Do you want me to wake them up?” You were always better at making people feel better than Matt was—Especially Frank.

“Nah.. No point..” He says quietly. After a few more minutes of quiet, he feels another pair of arms wrap around him from behind, your chest against his back. You press soft kisses onto the back of his shoulders.

“Too late.” Matt hums. You’re wearing an old tee shirt of Frank’s, a pair of boxers you bought for yourself and a pair of Matt’s fuzzy socks. You stay there for a little while, sleepily hugging Frank, comforting him. Your eyes grow heavy, and slowly, you fall asleep against him, just for a moment. Then, Frank picks you up, and you wake up again, tired.

“What? What’s going on?” You ask him, and he just smiles down to you.

“We’re gonna go to bed while Red showers, and he’ll be right back.” He tells you, gently placing you on the bed. You yawn as Frank crawls into bed, and you find yourself on top of him, your legs tangled with his. You listen to Matt shower and fall asleep waiting for him to come join you. 

He comes back out with his hair wet, in just his sweatpants. He tucks himself into bed, his arms around Frank, as you sprawl out on top of them, desperately needing to be close to both. Frank is nowhere near tired. Matt knows that, and just gently kisses his hair and the back of his neck.

“You need sleep.”

“You ain’t the boss of me, red.” He grumbles, and you hush them harshly, causing them to both laugh a little bit. Matt slowly falls asleep, trying to stay awake to comfort Frank, but he’s spent his entire night beating the shit out of goons and criminals, so he’s absolutely spent. Frank tilts his head and presses another kiss to his lips. “Go to bed, I’ll be okay.” Matt wants to protest but he just buries his face in the crook of his neck.

Frank’s hands gently trail your torso a bit. His hands are rough and sort of cold, but they just explore your back as he attempts to find sleep. It’s a fruitless venture, but he doesn’t mind. He’s okay with just listening to the pair of you breathing. 

//

“Are you two wearing my flannels?” Frank has about seven flannels, and he has four in the wash and one that has a tear waiting to be fixed, so he’s looking for his spare two when he finds you painting Matt’s nails on the floor of the apartment. You’re painting Matt’s nails a nice shade of dark red, with little hearts in a lighter pink.

That had taken a lot of convincing, really, but once you had agreed not to bite him all day, he reluctantly agrees to let you paint his nails, desperately wanting to be good at something and be focused on one thing for more than twenty minutes.

Periodically, Matt’s foot will tap against your back, reminding you to adjust your posture as you work on your masterpiece. He just got done with a big court case, so he tells you he’ll maintain your artwork for at least a few days. But yeah, you two are most definitely wearing Frank’s last two flannels.

“They’re comfy,” You defend, focusing on your work. Matt’s foot taps against your tailbone to remind you to straighten your back.

Really, Frank doesn’t mind. But he enjoys fucking with the two of you, so he just smirks and sits behind the pair of you. ‘

“But they’re my clothes—”  

“Well, you should have thought about that before you left them out, Frank.” Matt smirks, knowing exactly what he’s up to.

“Besides, look how good Matt looks in your clothes!” You hum, leaning over to nudge him gently, a grin on your face. You finish up Matt’s nails, capping up the nail polish as Matt begins gently blowing in his nails to get them to dry faster. Then, you wipe your nose, thinking it’s running, and when you pull away, you see a swipe of blood on Frank’s warm flannel. Oh, fuck.

With his slightly wet nails, Matt’s movements are not nearly as quick as he would have liked as he smells the blood before the gushing really starts, ripping off a paper towel and quickly holding it under your nose, and you take it from him to hold it there as he stands up, going to get something softer like a tissue or toilet paper to pack your nose—

You hold the paper towel to your nose, and guilt already starts to eat at you, as hot tears fill your eyes and then you feel silly because you think Frank might think you’re overreacting, but you just find his hands on your shoulders as he says,

“Hey, hey, why are we crying?” And you feel even sillier.

“I ruined your flannel.”

Frank had been covered in blood more times than he could count, as has Matt—their bodies are riddled with scars, head to toe, bullet and stab wounds echoing over the rough skin of both men, mostly faded now, but Frank is no stranger to blood—It doesn’t even bother him anymore, and Matt can’t see anyways, so what does he care about the sight of blood?

But you, who cannot kill the bugs that find their ways into your apartment, who gasps and covers their mouth when you accidentally curse in church (Matt always laughs, the dick), who orders the same lunch every day and has been unable to drink anything that wasn’t ice water, are horrified at a swipe of blood on a stolen flannel.

“Oh, no, honey, you didn’t ruin anything,” He shakes his head, and gently tugs at the flannel that hangs on your arms, “Come on, let me get this off,” The Punisher’s voice is gentle, a type of gentle reserved just for you, one that the countless skeletons in his closet, all with a bullet in their skulls, do not know and could not possibly perceive. You allow him to slip the flannel off, as Matt comes back with a rolled-up tissue, before sitting in front of you, kneeling as if he’s at mass—

“Lean your head forward for me,” he asks, his hand on the side of your head, and you do, taking the paper towel away, just for Matt to gently push that bundled up piece of tissue into your nose, to get it to stop bleeding.

Your boys, they are experts at getting things to stop bleeding.

At least Matt’s nails look really nice.

Frank throws the flannel in the wash, along with the rest of your laundry, and you find yourself sandwiched between them, the perfect amount of squeezing happening on either side of you, the same affect a weighted blanket would have on you. Your hot tears roll still, quietly betraying you, as the pads of Frank’s rough fingers come up to wipe them away, and Matt’s thumb finds it’s place sitting between your lips.

You sit like this for a while—Frank pressed up against you, Matt in his flannel and you, gushing blood from your nose, packed tight with tissues, and Matt’s thumb as your favorite stim toy.

//

A few days later, you’re just decompressing from work—Your bones ache, and you’re waiting for Matt to get home, wanting to satisfy that oral fixation, as if it’s the worst craving you’ve ever had. Sensing your restlessness, Frank puts a small package in front of you. You raise your eyebrow, and look at him, skeptical.

“Is it a bomb?” He scoffs and chuckles a bit.

“Open the damn package.” His voice is laced with the smirk that sits on his face, not mad, not upset, not at all judging. Your fingers peel back the packaging, and when you’re done unwrapping, you’re left with a soft necklace, and a blue, rubber moon. You look to him curiously. “It’s uh,” he leans down so his forearms are keeping him up against the counter. “You chew on it. You’re not gonna stop bitin’ or sucking on stuff, so, you might as well bite something that isn’t human.” He tells you.

In truth, Frank had spent all damn day scrolling on your laptop, looking for the perfect fix to your problem, and grew frustrated when he realized that all the stim toys were marketed towards young boys who had the privilege of getting a diagnosis young (living with and loving two people with disabilities, as well as having horrible PTSD, has radicalized Frank Castle).

You grin when you hear his explanation, getting up and going to him, resting your hands on his shoulders before leaning up and kissing him softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Honey.”

From across the apartment, you hear the door open, and a voice calls out,

“Are you guys cheating on me? You know I can hear you across the apartment, right?” Matt’s voice calls out, and you laugh, as Frank just smiles.

“Yes, I can, Red,” He says back, before leaning in to kiss you again.

//

Your eyes are heavy with sleep as you spot Matt, laying across the couch, looking like a god damn renaissance painting. He’s so hot. You find yourself walking over to him, dropping your new necklace on the coffee table, as you climb on top of him,  finding yourself literally acting like a blanket, burying your face in his neck as his hand comes up to, like usual, let you gently suck on his fingers.

Frank rolls his eyes when he sees the pair of you cuddling, and just shakes his head when he sees the stim toy abandoned on the table. He takes out his phone and takes a picture of the pair of you, Matt just in his briefs, and you in your entire pajama ensemble.

The apartment is full of a gentle silence, as Frank watches the pair of you sleep, quietly thankful that he kept living.

[firehart9]

I lowk wanted Karen, Frank and Matt to have a sloppy three people makeout sesh

[rev-glut]

I’m a little early but I’m opening requests for Pride! Any characters on my requests list is open for any Pride related requests. I may be more partial to certain characters (Defenders, Bob Reynolds, Yelena Belova, Moon Knight) but I’m absolutely open for all the characters I have listed. Take care and support each other this Pride.

[consciouscarrot]

kinktober and flufftober mix [‘24]

notes; my first every kinktober as a writer! kinktober fics are on odd numbered days, flufftober are even days. a mix of characters (both male and female- but mostly men) from criminal minds, acotar, stranger things, euphoria (rue only), call of duty, throne of glass, harry potter (marauders era), outer banks, marvel and slashers (brahms only). list is a mix of different prompt lists, including ones from the official flufftober and kinktober accounts. mwah <3

day 1- hand kink with spencer reid

day 2- “i’ve got you,” with rhysand

day 3- overstim with emily prentiss

day 4- holding hands with billy hargrove

day 5- cockwarming with azriel

day 6- porch swing with rue bennett

day 7- somnophilia with johnny soap mactavish

day 8- gifts with spencer reid

day 9- edging with nancy wheeler

day 10- sweet tooth with fenrys moonbeam

day 11- doctor x patient with remus lupin pt2

day 12- rainy day with remus lupin

day 13- thigh riding with simon riley

day 14- first kisses with sirius black

day 15- degradation with rafe cameron

day 16- music to watch boys to with poly!marauders

day 17- praise with steve harrington

day 18- pumpkin with jj maybank

day 19- breeding with loki

day 20- skin to skin cuddling with matt murdock

day 21- femdom with brahms heelshire

day 22- emergencies with lily evans

day 23- public/semi-public with kyle gaz garrick

day 24- frowning with james potter

day 25- daddy kink with john price

day 26- soothing touch with frank castle

day 27- musk kink with könig

day 28- flowers with aaron hotchner

day 29- squirting with eddie munson

day 30- small affections with natasha romanoff

day 31- foursome with poly!marauders

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➺ marauders era: james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, poly!marauders, regulus black, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes, mary macdonald, evan rosier, pandora lestrange, andromeda black, narcissa black, poly!valkyries, frank longbottom, alice fortescue, poly!starchaser, poly!wolfstar.

➺ gilmore girls: jess mariano, rory gilmore, paris geller, luke danes, lane kim, lorelai gilmore.

➺ dead poets society: neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, steven meeks, gerard pitts.

➺ criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, elle greenaway.

➺ marvel: peter parker (tasm or mcu), bruce banner, kate bishop, yelena belova (platonic, familial, or qpr requests only), bucky barnes, sam wilson, poly!sambucky, ava starr, loki laufeyson, druig, makkari, poly!drukkari, natasha romanoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, eddie brock, marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley, layla el-faouly.

➺ x-men: scott summers, jean grey, logan howlett, wade wilson, poly!deadclaws, hank mccoy, kurt wagner, alex summers.

➺ bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, penelope featherington, eloise bridgerton, simon basset, kate sharma, edwina sharma, poly!kanthony.

➺ dc: bruce wayne, harley quinn, jason todd, dick grayson, tim drake, damian wayne (platonic or familial requests only), barbara gordon, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, clark kent, wally west, barry allen, pamela isley.

➺ newsies: jack kelly, “crutchie” morris, davey jacobs, spot conlon, racetrack higgins.

➺ formula one: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, logan sargeant, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, lance stroll, mick schumacher, alex albon, george russell, esteban ocon, yuki tsunoda, zhou guanyu.

➺ nhl hockey: quinn hughes, jack hughes, luke hughes, nico hischier, william nylander, matthew knies, joseph woll, sidney crosby, leon draisaitl, jeremy swayman, brock faber, jake middleton, matt boldy, jamie drysdale, nick suzuki, cole caufield, arber xhekaj, juraj slafkovsky, matty beniers, shane wright, jared mccann, joey daccord, adam larsson.

➺ the hobbit (movies): thorin oakenshield, thranduil, kíli durin, fíli durin.

➺ horror: poly!ghostface (billy loomis & stu macher), jason voorhees, michael myers, daniel robitaille, carrie white, hannibal lecter, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair.

➺ miscellaneous: phil wenneck (the hangover), goodnight robicheaux (the magnificent seven 2016), billy rocks (the magnificent seven 2016), tangerine (bullet train), roy kent (ted lasso), ted lasso (ted lasso), evan “buck” buckley (911), eddie diaz (911), poly!buddie (911), eggsy unwin (kingsman), joel miller (the last of us).

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reader preferences: any! i will write for male, female, gender-neutral readers. ♡

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step aboard the saintmurd0ck express with a one-way ticket (multiple stops included) to see your favourites, across the world and across the galaxy! it may be a belated celebration, but it's a better time than never to unveil the newest subway station... connecting you to your dreams.

grab a ticket, sit tight and enjoy!

this will run from 12 AM AEST (10 AM EST) on September 24 for 1 week (closing on October 1) 💗

this is an 18+ event only, and anonymous asks/requests must abide by my request guidelines

To buy a ticket, please select your destination, choose a prompt, and decide who will meet you on the other side.

*Multiple stops and poly pairings are very welcome!

🚇 34th St-Hudson Yards: romantic confession

🚇 86th St: enemies to lovers

🚂 Atlantic City: domestic intimacy

🚈 Heuston Station, Dublin: i want you, so badly

✈️ Jedi Temple Hangar: folklore-inspired angst

characters include: matt murdock, frank castle, michael kinsella, charlie luciano, owen sleater, anakin skywalker

completed submissions | masterlist below

la douleur exquise - owen sleater x reader - 34th St-Hudson Yards and 86th St

all fired up - michael kinsella x reader - 86th St

glass ceiling - matt murdock x vigilante!reader - 86th St

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Judex, Judicum, Infantem - Chapter 10

(Eventual)Reader x Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

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summary: You confront Matt about his lies and reflect on how you want to proceed with both men and parenting your baby.

warnings: AFAB Reader. Pregnancy. No use of Y/N. Angst and arguing.

w/c: 3,028

*I never give permission for my fics, manips, or any other original creation I post on Tumblr to be copied, posted elsewhere, translated, or fed into any AI program. The only platforms I currently post on are Tumblr and AO3. Thanks*

Crash.

The toaster hit the wall behind Matt’s head and crumpled into fragments of metal and springs with a clang as it hit the floor. He barely ducked out of the way in time, not expecting to have an appliance thrown at his head first thing after arriving home from a pointless meeting. He instantly went into fight mode, ready for whatever attack was next. It came in the form of your fists, banging against his chest as he stumbled backwards.

“You bastard. You absolute bastard!” you shouted, not ceasing in your wailing while Matt just flinched back and took it “You knew! You knew where he was the whole time and you lied to me!”

“Sweetheart, I—”

“What did you expect to happen Matthew!? That I’d never find out? That we’d just be a happy fucking family while you held onto this lie?”

Matt licked his lips with force, waving a hand up in surrender as he stammered trying to find the right words. You landed another shove to his chest, agitated by his silence.

“Hey hey, baby. Ease up.” Frank cooed, coming up behind you and taking both of your wrists, restraining you against his chest as you tried to continue your attack on Matt.

Running a stressed hand through his hair, Matt gulped as he attempted to find the words. He hung his head in defeat, face scrunched up as tears began to flow.

“I wanted to protect you.” he spoke, voice tight with remorse

“Protect me from what? I don’t need protecting from anything except maybe your stupid fucking ego!”

“From him!” Matt pointed accusingly to Frank who still had his strong arms around you

“I told you, Frank would never hurt me!”

Matt chuckled, shaking his head.

“No. But, do you think Frank is ever going to stop? Do you really want our daughter in that kind of danger?”

“Oh and Daredevil’s daughter would be safer?!”

“I’m not him anymore.”

The audacity of Matt’s statement hit you like a foul ball at a Yankee’s game— rude, unexpected, and errorus. The lump in your throat remained unmoved but didn’t dare morph into crying. Yet. Only rage came out in the way your voice quaked as you spoke.

“You were last night, even though you told me you were done.”

“I know—”

“You lied to me about Frank.”

“I know.”

“You said you loved me.”

“I do.”

No court room had ever seen him so frazzled, no witness on the stand was ever crossed with such hesitation. The confident lawyer and the vicious vigilante faded away to a broken man who was scared and raw. The real Matthew. The tremble in his voice almost broke you, almost compelled you to forget the anger and hurt and want to reach out and comfort the man you loved.

“I can’t hear your heartbeat Matthew. I don’t know what to believe.”

“We were happy. You said you were happy. You said you didn’t need him.”

“I was.” you replied “We were. But he still deserved to know.”

Frank was thankful he was still standing behind you, unable to hide the way his teeth nearly ground into pieces from how tightly his jaw gripped at your lack of denying that statement.

“You said you didn’t need him.”

Frank knew it was true. You didn’t need him. Shit, you didn’t need Red either. You were brave and tough and fierce and it was why he fell for you in the first place. He wouldn’t have left you if he thought you weren’t capable of a life without him.

So why did those six little words shake his foundation so much? He hovered, unsure of his place in this discussion. Taking a step back so that his hands only brushed the sides of your arms, his calloused finger tips running up and down in an attempt to soothe you or himself, he wasn’t sure.

“You asked me to stop looking for him. And I did.” Matt continued to explain, rambling words falling out of his mouth like a bag of marbles spilling down a staircase “But then Hector was murdered and the bullet casing at the scene had a skull logo on it.”

“So what, you couldn’t find him for weeks as Daredevil, but suddenly the honorable Matthew Murdock Esquire needs to find a vigilante and what? All Frank’s contacts start talking? I find that really hard to believe. Did you even look for him before then?”

“I did. I swear I did. And yeah, New York’s criminals don’t want to talk to the guy who puts them in jail. But a defense attorney starts asking the right questions…” he trailed off

You shook your head in disbelief, unsure what to even say.

“I found him. But, this was after you asked me to stop looking for him. I didn’t know if you wanted— I— There’s no excuse, but I just—”

Your shoulders felt heavy with exhaustion and you thoughts felt foggy and jumbled. While you still had plenty to say, you were just so done arguing. It felt laborious to even hold yourself upright, like you could just fall back and collapse into Frank’s embrace. The tears had finally started to flow as you audibly exhaled while Matt stuttered his lame excuses.

Matt hated when you cried, but the sting of knowing it was of his own making was like rubbing salt into road rash. The burden of disappointing you weighed heavily on him as he listened to your sniffles and the sound of defeat in your voice.

“I wanted to do what was best for you. For us. For the baby.” Matt continued, barley able to whisper through his tears

“And I don’t get a say in that?”

“I know. Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I made the wrong call.”

Finally, an apology. Took him long enough.

Unable to even look at Matt anymore, you turned to Frank, stone faced and somber behind you. It’s like he was staring right through you and seeing the yearning behind your eyes for the version life you had not even 36 hours earlier. Where you and Matt existed in a little bubble of joy and normalcy and ease. But there was no going back. Frank had returned to your lives and Matt had torn down the very foundation of your relationship.

“You’re being awfully quiet.” you commented

“Ain’t my fight.”

His voice came out in puffs, winded and tired from having to restrain you. A reminder of how he came back to you all broken and bloody. A reminder of how much healing he had left to so still. You wondered about the bruises and scars you couldn’t see.

The air in the room felt tight and stuffy and the pounding of your heart in your ears drowned out the sounds of Matt’s sniffling. You skin itched and your tears burned and the only word in your head was “run.”

“I’m going for a walk.” you stated decidedly, pushing past Matt and throwing on the first pair of shoes by the door.

Neither of the men stopped you, letting you grab your keys and slip out the door without another word.

“You gonna follow her?” Frank asked

“Why? Like you said, she’s a big girl. She clearly wants to be alone right now. And I’m in the dog house enough as it is.”

The fresh air on your face invigorated you as you strode down the street. You didn’t have any real sense of where you were going, simply hooking a right as soon as you stepped out of your building. By the time you’d gotten a few blocks, your tears had dried and you were starting to feel better.

Weaving through crowded streets until you reached a busy intersection, the beautiful stone wall of Central Park sat in front of you. You continued onward, feeling the tension begin to melt away as the green trees and the lush park surrounded you.

It was busy on the path as you made your way through. The park was filled with families on a day out and afternoon joggers. You didn’t realize which direction you were headed until you heard the music, abrasive and slightly off-key tones of accordion and a clunky piano playing a nauseating melody. Only when you rounded the bend did you realize where you were.

The Central Park Carousel.

You found an open spot on one of the green benches facing the ride, sitting down with a heavy sigh. You knew it was probably some sign from the universe that you ended up where Frank’s whole world fell apart, your own teetering on some weird precipice itself. There was some grand metaphor or ironic statement to be drawn between the situations, but your brain was too full to even begin to verbalize it.

You wondered if the spirit of Maria Castle was hanging around, hoping to divine some of her wisdom so that she could guide you towards clarity.

“Maria, girl? What am I even doing?” you asked to the sky

There was no answer.

You watched the scene around you unfolding; families all laughing and enjoying a fun-filled day, kids running around without a care in the world, their perfect little giggles cutting through the abrasive music.

This would be your life soon, a little precious face to make memories with, to fill your days with joy and laughter and fun. The thought warmed your heart, filling you with a sense of ease.

Still, there was a heavy presence to your joy, reflecting on the two men who are making this chapter of your life melancholic.

You could do it alone. Send them both packing, get their drama out of your way and handle things yourself like you always have. Maybe Colleen would let you work remote and you could buy a place upstate, raise your daughter in a quiet life. You didn’t need either of them, that you absolutely knew for sure.

“Will you tie my shoe?” a small, squeaky voice cut through your trance as you felt a tug on your shirt.

You turned to see small boy, not even five years old, sat beside you and swinging his feet as he stared up at you. He had a sweet round face, big brown eyes that reminded you of Frank’s, and a broad smile that featured a missing front tooth that made him look like a little hockey player. You looked down when he pointed at his foot, navy shoe lace dangling undone from his left Bluey sneaker.

“Sure thing, kiddo.” you patted the spot between you and he swung his foot up and rested it on the bench, waiting for you assistance

“Are you here alone?” you asked “Where are your parents? Or your nanny? Or?”

“No. My dads are around here somewhere.”

The little boy seemed totally unfazed by the fact that he didn’t know where his parents were. You shook your head with a chuckle, thinking about how you were the exact opposite when you were his age and would wail in panic if your mother even disappeared around a corner for a moment.

“Why don’t we hang out here together for a little? I’m sure they’ll turn up soon.” you commented, eyeing up the situation to make sure he didn’t go too far and get even more lost

“Okay. They said we could ride the horses today!” he said pointing at the carousel and eyeing a particularly shiny white horse statue as it went around

“Yeah? Are you having a fun day in the park with them?” you asked him

If an adult didn’t show up to claim him soon, you spotted two bored looking teenagers in head to toe khaki, emerald green central park logo embroidered on their shirts and hats as they guided families in and out of the line for the carousel. The walkie-talkies strapped to their hips could call in back up and help get this kid back to his parents.

“Yeah! We come to the park all the time! It’s my favorite! They said to find a mom if I ever get lost.” His slight lisp came out as his voice got higher in excitement, you suspected from the missing tooth. It was too cute.

“Yeah?”

Even though you weren’t a mom yet, you were glad he thought you looked trustworthy enough and that it was you he found and not someone with worse intentions.

“Do you like Bluey?” you asked, pointing down at the shoe you’d just tied

“It’s my favorite show! Daddy and Papa said this summer we can get an Australian Shepherd just like—”

“Noah!”

The both of you turned to see a man jogging up the hilly path towards where the two of you sat. Similar to every other parent surrounding you, he looked to be in his-mid forties and wore a simple pair of jeans paired with a neat green polo shirt and very comfortable looking sneakers. The outward sign of panic in his eyes made it obvious he was one of this boy’s parents, but the way he moved his feet gently let you know, this was not the first time this sweet kiddo had wandered off.

“Papa!” the little boy squealed with excitement, running into the man’s arms

“Where did you go bud?” his father asked with concern, scooping him up to hold him “We told you you can’t just run off!”

“You said we could go ride the horses!”

Another man joined them shortly after, also relieved to see Noah found and in one piece, and they walked off as a family to get in line for the carousel. You watched as the three of them laughed together, playing some sort of eye-spy game to keep the boy occupied and distracted from getting bored in line while waiting for their turn.

You swore if you blinked, they would magically turn into Frank and Matthew, just how you pictured each of them would be with your daughter.

A happy family.

Yeah, you could do it alone. But you didn’t want to.

You loved Matt. Seeing the care and dedication he’d given you since discovering your pregnancy gave you enough hope that you could get over his recent transgressions and move forward together to be happy again.

And despite your complicated feelings for Frank, you knew he would be an excellent father to your child regardless of where the two of you stood with each other.

Being a family together and giving your daughter three people in her life who loved her dearly was worth figuring this all out.

By the time you left your spot, now determined and sure, the sun was bright on the horizon as it began to set and cast the city in a harsh glow.

You turned the key gingerly, wondering what scene would be waiting for you behind the door. Someone could be heard moving around the kitchen and the broken pieces of toaster had been cleaned up from the entryway, but nothing else seemed to be out of place.

As you made your way down the hall, you paused just outside the door to the spare bedroom— the one that would soon be transformed into a nursery. Amongst Matt’s braille printer and various items for when he needed to work from home was a pile of blankets and Matt’s pillow, laying on the ground. It shattered your heart, seeing that he voluntarily kicked himself out of your bed and made other sleeping arrangements until the two of you could make up.

When you stepped into the main living space, the most amazing smell hit your nose. Notes of pepper and tomato filled the air and made your stomach growl.

Frank was sitting on the sofa, nose rising from your copy of an Agatha Christie novel he once called “fuckin’ boring” to watch you enter. Looking even healthier than this morning, there was a flush to his face and the bruises that littered his cheek bones were now fading to a warm yellow. He’d obviously showered too while you were out. His beard looked clean and soft as it tickled the top of his clean, grey henley and his hair a little more tamed. Seeing him look so much better sent a flicker of worry through you that once fully healed, he would change his mind and disappear again. But it faded as soon as you saw the soft smile that grew across his face at your reappearance.

Matt occupied the kitchen, the culprit behind the delicious scent that covered the apartment. He didn’t flinch when you stepped into the room, having listened to your heartbeat coming towards home since the last half block. But still, he ducked his head, humbly avoiding your stare with his imaginary tail between his legs. Even as mad as you were, you couldn’t help but notice just how handsome he looked. His hair was tousled, a little disheveled from the rigor and heat of playing chef. Still half dressed from work this morning, his slightly unbuttoned shirt showed just enough chest and cross necklace to tease you. The way his rolled up sleeves perfectly framed his arms would have made your mouth water if whatever he was cooking wasn’t already doing it.

“I made dinner.” he offered with a soft voice “Figured you haven’t eaten yet today.”

He wasn’t wrong and it almost pissed you off how well he knew you.

The heaping plate of spaghetti bolognese he set on the island in front of you was clearly his olive branch. The first of many steps towards making up for the hurt and the lies. It was a cheesy gesture, like a greeting card that cost too much. But still, you wanted to give him the chance to make things better and this was a start.

As you sat to begin eating, Frank joined you, taking the stool next to yours. Matt also passed him a plate, then leaned against the counter to tuck into his own. For a while, the only sounds in the apartment were the scraping of forks against plates.

“So,” you finally spoke up “we need to talk.”

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[madschiavelique]

currently binge watching daredevil (because i have a matt murdock hyperfixation currently) and um,, h-him

i-

okay but hear me out : poly stuff with Matt Murdock x Reader x Frank Castle ?

might write something at one point…

these men are going to be the end of me i swear besties

would u guys have any thoughts on this ? i’m starving for content on them 👁️👁️

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

would you guys be mad at me if i wrote a matt x reader x frank poly fic they’re so cute

[farfromstrange]

Helloooo, 💕💕💕💕

I had an idea for a fratt and reader fluff piece. They are stuck in the car on a road trip, Frank is driving (because is his truck), Matt is in the copilot seat and Reader is in the middle seat in the back.

She falls asleep and Matt asks Frank to stop the car. Frank asks him "Why?" and Matt says "Because I want to cuddle with her".

When Matt is in the back, Frank asks him "Ever wonder why she always falls asleep in the car?"

That's it, I leave the rest up to you 😘😘😘

Also I wanted to thank you again for doing my request about the teddy bear, it was the cutest like these two gentlemen 😍😍😍😍

I am so sorry for the wait, darling! I had a lot going on. I've honestly never written for Fratt or Frank before in my life, so this is my first. I tried my best, and I hope I did your request justice <3 I’m so happy the teddy bear request was to your liking, so I hope that it’s the same with this one. Sending you all the hugs and kisses, especially for these gifs!!

Ours | Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: You fall asleep in the car and the boys wonder why that always happens.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

A/n: I have no idea if this is good enough or not, but...I tried? Let me know if you liked it and maybe I'll write more for Frank in the future. I don't know. Also, I have decided not to tag for this because I'm not sure how everyone on my tag list stands with Frank. Since this is a poly ship and not everyone is into that :) Just so you know that I didn’t forget you, I just know not everyone ships Fratt. This is the first fic in that direction I’ve ever written, and I’m a bit shy, but oh well…

The purr of the engine resonates through the cab of Frank's weathered truck as it speeds down the open highway, the asphalt stretching out before them like an endless ribbon. The moon stands high in the sky, the clock showing an even number of 4:00 am. The car is dark except for the light of the controls and the headlights reflecting off the puddles in the road.

At first, the radio had been playing a random 80s rock tune, but as soon as Matt slipped into the driver’s seat, he sneered at Frank, “Turn that off.”

In response, Frank turned up the volume even more. You told him before that it’s your favorite song, and you wanted to hear it.

“Fuck that!” he’d said. “Our girl wants to hear this. You wanna say no to our girl, Red?”

You smiled so innocently from the backseat, Matt could only sigh and cup his ears to try and keep the volume out. With his heightened senses, something as easy as that won’t even remotely work, but he tried.

Frank laughed out loud. “Told ya!” And then he sang along with you to whatever song came after that one, and Matt had to suffer through it.

The first ten minutes of this drive were torture, to say the least.

Matt accepted it for a while, but eventually decided he had enough and turned the radio off entirely, leaving the car in an eerie silence.

Now, you’re driving without music.

The gentle hum of the tires beneath you eventually lulls you into a peaceful daze. One second, you are lecturing Frank on why opening the car door and throwing Matt out of it while he was driving eighty miles per hour wasn’t such a good idea, the next you slowly start dozing off.

It doesn’t take long before the rhythmic vibrations of the car have you drifting off into a quiet slumber. The soft sounds of Matt and Frank's conversation turn into a distant murmur as your head nestles against the backrest. The gentle sway of the vehicle matches the cadence of your breaths, and soon you are lost in dreams.

Frank lifts his eyes off the road for a moment, looking at you through the rearview mirror. You don’t talk much, but every time the three of you come from a mission, the adrenaline runs high in your bloodstream and you become chatty. Ever since you went quiet, Frank has wondered whether or not you’ve fallen asleep, and he gets his proof when he looks at your sleeping form in the back.

Matt notices him shifting and he tilts his head slightly in your direction. The gentle rhythm of your heartbeat resonates in his ear, your breathing even, and your shirt brushes against your chest ever so slightly whenever it lifts to let some more oxygen into your lungs.

“She’s asleep,” he states.

“Yeah,” says Frank. He reaches back and cups your knee. You don’t move. “Dead fucking asleep, I’d say.”

Matt only shoots him a glare, his unfocused eyes landing on the point closest to where his voice is coming from. “Would you mind keeping both your hands on the steering wheel?”

Rolling his eyes, Frank straightens up. He wants to say something smart, but Matt has said more annoying things in the past. And when he looks at him, he can’t be mad because he looks so soft in the moonlight. It hits his dark curls just right, meeting the brown of his eyes and turning them slightly green, maybe even a little golden.

Matt Murdock is golden, Frank does not doubt that. More golden than you? No, but he is golden nonetheless. A golden retriever, you once called him, and you were onto something then.

Frank doesn’t like a lot of people, and while Matt can annoy the shit out of him, there’s something too good about him that makes it impossible for him to hate the man that’s sitting next to him, his red suit hugging his curves just right, the gloves that usually hug his thick fingers placed in his lap as he fidgets.

He’s aware that the relationship between you three is unconventional, but he couldn’t care less.

Matt frowns. “What?” he asks him.

Frank blinks. “Nothing.”

“Do I have something on my face?”

“Not yet,” he retorts.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I fucking said, Red. Exactly that.”

Once again, Matt only rolls his eyes. He leans back in his seat, head tilting even further to listen to you sleep. You sound so peaceful, your body slack with relaxation. You always sit in the middle so you can talk better to them, or hold his hand in the passenger seat. Whenever you’re alone with Frank, you are the passenger princess, but that changes as soon as Matt is involved. They sit in the front to protect you, that much is true, but Matt also gets sick easily in the back, so he always sits in the front. That doesn’t mean you don’t want to hold his hand every once in a while, so you recline in the backseat, always.

Matt reaches behind himself to cup your other thigh. You shift slightly, bucking into his touch as if seeking his comfort. Your heart skips a beat. With the moonlight hitting your face the same way it does him, Matt is sure you must look ethereal.

“She does,” Frank murmurs beside him.

He shoots him a confused glance, but Frank chuckles and adds, “You tend to think out loud when you’re turning into a needy mess. Ain’t my fault.”

A blush forms on Matt’s cheeks, and he instantly turns his head away. He forgets that Frank sees him better than anyone, probably. Not just in the literal sense but in a very deep, emotional way as well. They are so alike yet so different, and you only seem to tighten the bond they already shared from the beginning. With you, life is easier.

Matt slips his hand from your thigh back into his lap, and a mischievous smile spreads across his face. He leans over to Frank, his voice a low murmur. "Hey, could you do me a favor and pull over?" he asks, his hand already fidgeting with the seatbelt.

Frank's brows come together in confusion, so close they almost touch, and the slightest hint of frustration flickers in his eyes. "Why?" he asks back, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Matt's smile remains. "Because I want to cuddle with her," he confesses.

Frank's lips twitch into a half-smile as he glances at Matt. “You're such a fucking softie, you know that? It’s disgusting.”

Matt shrugs. "Well, she's asleep, and I don't want her to wake up all stiff and uncomfortable."

With a huff, Frank slows down and finds a spot on the side of the road where he can pull over. “You’re lucky your tits make great pillows,” he says as he pulls into the small lot.

He opens his mouth to protest, but one look at his armor makes him shut up. Frank isn’t entirely wrong.

The truck rumbles to a stop on the shoulder of the road, and Matt swiftly unfastens his seatbelt and moves to the backseat. He methodically makes his way forward by using his bare hands to find the door handle and then climbs back into the familiar interior.

Frank watches him through the rearview mirror, admiring how gracefully he moves, all just so he won’t disturb you. “You good back there?” he asks.

Matt nods. “Yeah, I’m fine. You can drive.”

Carefully, he slides in next to you, grabbing the blanket from the seat next to you. You must have been so tired, you forgot to make yourself comfortable. He wraps it around your form, tucking you in. The truck starts moving again, but he won’t let Frank’s driving distract him from taking care of what’s his.

Matt wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side, and you snuggle against his chest. The steady beat of his heart creates a soothing melody that harmonizes with the gentle hum of the car's engine.

As Frank resumes driving, his eyes occasionally flickering to the rearview mirror, he can’t help but smile at the sight. He had seen many things in his life, but the simple tenderness of this moment was a reminder of the unexpected bond you have formed over the past few months, and it continues to fasten every single day. Whether it’s sharing a bed, sharing dinner, or taking down a bunch of gang members in an abandoned warehouse far away from your familiar Hell’s Kitchen, you always find a way to come out better together.

After a while, as the sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the road, Frank's curiosity gets the better of him. He glances over at Matt, who is running his fingers through the messy strands of your hair, and his voice is gruff but tinged with intrigue when he speaks. “Hey, Red,” Frank says, catching his attention. “Ever wonder why she always falls asleep in the car?”

Matt pouts. "I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Maybe it's the steady rhythm, the feeling of movement. Makes her feel safe like she's being taken care of."

Frank nods thoughtfully, his grip firm on the steering wheel. "Yeah, maybe."

“Or maybe it’s us. She has this thing…” Matt shifts you slightly, and you curl even closer to him in your sleep. He chuckles. “She has this thing where her heartbeat skips whenever one of us is near, and then it slows when one of us touches her.”

“Slow down?” Frank cuts him off, a smirk on his lips. “Man, you sure about that?”

Matt kicks him. “Oh, shut up, Frank!” he says. “I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.”

“C’mon, you can’t blame me. I may not have your super senses, but I know her body inside-out. I know that her heartbeat doesn’t slow down when we touch her.”

“You don’t really know her heartbeat then,” his voice is barely above a whisper. He lowers his lips to your forehead. Your heart jumps again as if you know what he’s doing. “Whenever we’re being affectionate with her–not in a sexual way, mind you–she calms down. She’s always so on edge, but when we’re together like this, when we’re talking and driving and everything is a little less heavy, that’s when she sleeps best. I can’t describe it, but it’s…it shows me that she feels safe with us. With you.”

In an instant, Frank shuts his mouth. Matt’s words make sense, but they still hit him hard. He has a hard time believing that anyone would feel safe in his presence, that anyone would love him, but whenever he looks at you, he knows he’s often just overthinking because you do.

You love him, you love Matt, and you love what the three of you have. You feel safe. You come to him when you’re sad, and he can come to you when he feels the same. You open up to him and Matt, no one else. You let your guard down for him. He never thought he would feel this way again, and it’s often overwhelming to even exist with all the pain he’s carrying, but he’s not alone anymore.

“Can’t say I blame her,” Matt adds.

Damn him, Frank thinks. He doesn’t even have to say what he’s thinking; Matt always knows. He hears his heartbeat, he hears his breathing change, and he feels something switch in the atmosphere, and he instantly knows something isn’t right. Frank thinks too much, even though it doesn’t seem that way, and Matt is very susceptible to people thinking too much. And he’s attentive.

Frank huffs, his fists clenching around the steering wheel. “Fifteen minutes, Red,” he says. “I’ll drop you off at your place. Both of you. I think she’ll be more than happy to stay with your annoying ass tonight.”

“We’re all staying at my place,” he sounds so calm back there.

“Can’t. I’m busy.”

“Yes, you can, and no, you’re not. You don’t have a life outside of me and her, and your guns. We both know that.”

Yes, he can. And no, he’s not busy.

Frank shakes his head, but he doesn’t say anything else. Matt continues to stroke your hair, his attention both on you and the man in the driver’s seat. A small smile plays on his lips. He’s home right here. With you, with Frank, even if it’s an open road–He’s home wherever you are because that’s where his heart is.

The journey continues through the night, the road unwinding beneath the truck's wheels. The moon remains their silent companion.

Even in your sleep, you seem to sense the harmony of the moment, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you nuzzle closer into Matt's chest.

Frank's eyes flicker to the rearview mirror once more, catching sight of your peaceful face. He can't deny that there is a certain comfort in seeing you this way, your guard down and your worries temporarily silenced by tranquility. It's a rare sight, one that fills him with a sense of contentment he didn't anticipate.

Matt's focus remains on you, his fingers lightly brushing against your hair. He marvels at the vulnerability you exhibit in your sleep.

He tilts his head slightly. "Does she look as peaceful as she sounds?" he asks softly.

Frank grunts in agreement. "Yeah, she does," he says.

Matt smiles. "Good." The miles slip away. The open road ahead holds a unique kind of therapy, and the world outside seems to fade into insignificance, leaving only the here and now.

Matt's fingers trace patterns on your arm as he speaks again, his voice low and steady. "You know, I think that when we're in the car, it's like a sanctuary for her," he says, adding to his previous answer. "The movement, the sounds, they offer a sense of security she rarely finds anywhere else. She said her life wasn't pretty before we came along, and we can argue that it still is far from pretty all we want, but she loves us. That counts for something, Frank."

Frank contemplates, his lips pursing. "Security?" he questions. Of course, he would pick the part he didn’t emphasize.

“Yeah.” Matt sighs, then he nods. “She feels safe with us. It's more than just the physical presence—it's the emotional support we provide. We're her safe haven,” he says.

Frank's eyes flicker to Matt's profile, his lips twitching into a shit-eating grin. “You've thought this through, huh?” He chuckles. “That’s a new one.”

Gone is the doubtful Frank, leaving behind the teasing asshole he likes to be. And Matt eats it up every single time.

He rolls his eyes, something he should get paid for at this point, but the hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips. "I've had a lot of time to think," says Matt. "I always think, especially about her. And you."

A small chuckle escapes Frank's throat, the sound almost incredulous. He's trying to play off the blush that is threatening to break out. Whenever Matt is being sweet, he does it with such precision, Frank wants to break out into hives. But in a good way.

“I'll be damned, Red,” he says, his voice edging on a mock. “Who knew you could be such a fucking philosopher and shit-eating romantic at the same time?”

Matt's lips turn into a full-fledged grin. "Well, we all have our talents," he says.

"Yeah, I guess we do," Frank agrees, his voice softer than usual, even bordering on a whisper.

As the road stretches ahead, the miles disappearing beneath the truck's wheels, Matt's fingers continue their gentle dance along your skin. His touch is a silent promise that he's always going to be there for you, no matter what, and the sense of safety makes you melt. His touch holds a magic power, and you're too weak to fight it.

Frank's eyes flicker to the road again. He's not one to openly express emotions, but he knows that this connection—the one forged between you, Matt, and himself—is something he wouldn't trade for anything in the world. He finally has a reason to live again, and he'd be damned to let it go. To let you go.

"You think she knows?" His question hangs in the air. He doesn't even have to say what he means for Matt to understand.

Matt's expression softens as he takes in the sight of your peaceful form. "I think she feels it," he answers. "She knows she's cared for. She’s knows we’re here for her. That we love her. Both of us."

It's a simple truth that Frank has come to realize over time—that you've found a home within their unconventional dynamic, and that the sanctuary of the car is just one representation of the security they offer you. You spend most of your time there, anyway.

And so, the miles roll on. With the open road stretching before you, and the soft embrace of sleep enveloping you, you continue your trek, each moment etching your story deeper into the tapestry of your lives.

[rev-glut]

Current requests status: All characters are open for Pride! For more info see this post.

I write character(s) x reader, so yes I also write poly ships with reader too and love doing so.

AUs are welcomed. Specify if you want the reader to have a specific trait or I’ll just write whatever comes to mind. This also goes for Reader’s gender, I will write for pretty much any gender and sexuality.

I will also reject any requests for whatever reason (unable to write it, it makes me uncomfortable, etc.) I will still respond to the ask and tell you that I can’t write and open it up to other writers (unless it makes me uncomfortable to post the ask)

Characters

The Defenders: Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Karen Page, Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Jessica Jones, Colleen Wing, Elektra Natchios

Spiders: Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield, Tom Holland, Spiderverse), Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy (Emma Stone, Spiderverse), Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Miguel O’Hara, Eddie Brock, Venom

MCU: Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Clint Barton, Bob Reynolds, Ava Starr, Thor Odinson, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, Bruce Banner. Entire Thunderbolts* team for platonic fics.

Even if it’s a character is not listed I may be open to writing for them (ex: Loki, various X-Men, etc.)

[zafill]

RULES!

IMPORTANT : i will not do nsfw fanfics for anonymous people or people who doesnt have age in their bio. (i will do fluff for the minors and anonymous people. but if you get caught reading my fanfics as a minor, its not my fault.)

please also remember to be specific when u ask for a fanfic. like, if the characters are seprate or poly, a specific scene you want or how the y/n looks etc

hi! my name is zafill. idk how to make a cutesy acc, soooo sorry :d i write for a lot of fandoms, like: mouthwashing rdr1-2 tlou1-2 mha kny-demon slayer kemono jihen Beastars Avatar(both navi and atla) squid game (plz include number) most movies (please tell me and ill see if i know them or not) and if its not on the list, still tell me and ill see if i can do smth! yes ill write: fluff, sfw, death, fighting, gore(to a degree) Oc x character, Y/n x character, female y/n, male Y/n, Gn Y/n. - No ill not write: Heavy Nsfw (i write mentions, not the sex part) r@pe, minor x adult, sadism/Masochism, piss, scat (all the underage characters i mention is meant for brother/sister x reader or Child!Character x Parent reader) -

characters i write for

rdr1-2:

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Bill Williamson, Micah Bell, Lenny Summers, Sean MacGuire, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Tilly Jackson, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Molly O’Shea, Susan Grimshaw, Leopold Strauss, Reverend Orville Swanson, Simon Pearson, Kieran Duffy, Uncle, Josiah Trelawny

tlou1-2:

Joel Miller, Ellie Williams, Tommy Miller, Tess, Marlene, Bill, Frank, Henry, Sam, David, James, Dina, Jesse, Abby Anderson, Owen Moore, Mel, Manny Alvarez, Nora Harris,

Mha:

Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Ochaco Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Momo Yaoyorozu, Fumikage Tokoyami, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Mina Ashido, Tsuyu Asui, Mezo Shoji, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuga Aoyama, Hanta Sero, Rikido Sato, Koji Koda, Toru Hagakure, Neito Monoma, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hado, Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Nemuri Kayama, Toshinori Yagi, Enji Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi Todoroki, Himiko Toga

Demon slayer:

Tanjiro Kamado, Nezuko Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Kanao Tsuyuri, Genya Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Muichiro Tokito, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibo, Doma, Akaza, Hantengu, Gyokko, Daki, Gyutaro, Kaigaku, Enmu, Rui.

Beastars:

Legoshi, Haru, Louis, Juno, Jack, Gohin, Ibuki, Bill, Riz, Pina, Dom, Kai, Collot, Durham, Miguno, Voss, Sagwan, Tao, Free, Kibi, Agata, Seven, Sheila, Rokume, Melon, Yahya, Gouhin.

Avatar - Atla:

Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph Beifong, Zuko, Azula, Iroh, Ozai, Ursa, Ty Lee, Mai, Kuei, Long Feng, Jet, Hakoda, Kya, Pakku, Bumi, Jeong Jeong, Zhao, Piandao, Hama, Roku, Kyoshi, Kuruk, Yangchen.

avatar - the way of water:

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Neteyam Sully, Lo’ak Sully, Kiri Sully, Tuk Sully, Tsu’tey, Mo’at, Eytukan, Ronal, Tonowari, Tsireya, Aonung, Rotxo, Miles(spider)

detroit: become human: Connor, Markus, Kara, Hank Anderson, Luther, Alice, Amanda, North, Josh, Simon, Gavin Reed, Elijah Kamski, Rose Chapman, Carl Manfred, Leo Manfred, Chloe, Todd Williams, Daniel

until dawn: Sam Giddings, Josh Washington, Mike Munroe, Jessica Riley, Emily Davis, Matt Taylor, Ashley Brown, Chris Hartley, Beth Washington, Hannah Washington, Dr. Hill, The Stranger (flamethrower guy)

heavenly delusion (tengoku daimakyo): Maru, Kiruko, Tokio, Kona, Mimihime, Shiro, Anzu, Taka, Tarao, Robin Inazaki, Juichi, Yamada, Dr. Usami, Director (of Takahara Academy), Aoshima, Sawatari, Liviuman (Man-eaters), Juichi’s Son, Makoto

- this acc is on my pc, and i dont check tumbler that often due to school etc, but ill get to your request some day!

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Heeeeeyyy!

Heres my intro cuz I didn't put one before :]

DNI:

Heres a basic rundown of all the fandoms I'm in:

• Batim

• Fnaf

• Cuphead

• Dhmis

• Murder Drones

• Tadc

• Dsaf

• South Park

• Rainbow Friends

• Doors

• Kinitopet

• Among Us

•Garten of Banban

• Hazbin Hotel

• Helluva Boss

• Warrior Cats (still reading the books no spoilers plz)

• Thsc

• Bfdi (All seasons)

• ONE

• Love of the s*n

• It's Time For The

And here are my main kins:

• JJ (Fnaf)

• Lolbit (Fnaf)

• Helpy (Fnaf)

• Doi (Dhmis)

• Redd (Dhmis)

• Paige (Dhmis)

• Cyn (Murder Drones)

• Gangle (Tadc)

• Zooble (Tadc)

• Matt (Dsaf)

• Kenny (South Park)

• Butters (South Park)

• Phillip/Pip (South Park)

• Purple (Rainbow Friends)

• Eyes (Doors)

• Halt (Doors)

• Curious Light (Doors)

• Slow Seline (Garten of Banban)

• Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

• Husk (Hazbin Hotel)

• Loona (Helluva Boss)

• Octavia (Helluva Boss)

• Bee (Helluva Boss)

• Charles Calvin (Thsc)

• Pillow (BFDI)

• Dora (BFDI)

• Fourteen (BFDI)

• Seven (BFDI)

• Refill Station (ITFT)

• Airy (ONE)

• Texty (ONE)

Yeah and here are my ships:

Toy Fronnie

Toy Changle

JJ x XOR

Phantom Froxy

Phantom Changle

Nightmare Fronnie

Nightmare Changle

Plushfang

Mad Security

Mendbit (exes)

PurpleRevenge

Adventure Foxica

Adventure Bonnie x Foxy.exe

Froxy Fron (Its poly) (Ft Freddy x Ft Foxy x Bonbon)

Lolbit x Funtime Chica

Helpnet

No 1 Crate x Happy Frog x Rockstar Chica

Orville x Mr. Hippo

Rockstar Fronnie

Glamrock Fronnie

Glamrock Roxica

Fluffybird

Padlock (I also kinda like Tony x Finn)

Warnold

Steve x Frank

Briefcase x Finn

Nuzi

Pomni x Ragatha

Zoogle

Kinger x Queenie

Caine x Moon

Sun x CMR

Davesport

Style

Stendy

Bunny

Dip

Creek

Red x Trevor

Hayes

Jack x Hide

Ambush x Depth x A-120

Scrally

Figure x Silence

Dupe x Timothy

Curious Light x Bob (when he was alive)

Chaggie

Huskerdust

Cherri Bomb x Sir Pentious

One sided Radiostatic

Staticmoth

(Also Charlie x Emily is cute but Charlie already has a girlfriend :'])

Stolitz (I'm worried for it tho)

Bee x Vortex x Loona

MnM

Fizzmodeus

Mammon x Money

Henrles

Fireafy

Leafpin

Fireoiny

Fireleafcoinpin/Firecoinyleafpin

Penraser

Evilfries

Tengolf

Puffgolf

Tennickel

Booklow

Blockwood

Eggdrop

Astrobiology

Floweruby

Coinpin

Bombickel

Gattwo

Matchcil

Stapoldy

Sawdora

4x

714

150

96

1415

1215

679

108

1085

Polka dot x Wind up toy

Words With Friends Tile x Inky

Animaticlock

Payjay

Marshapplebow

Suitloon

Nickel x Baseball

Boxed luggage (Suitcase x Box)

Pickle x Knife

Moonflower

Fossilflower

Shellvision

Brightvision

Jewlerybox

Bubblebath/Cleaningbubbles/Soapbubble

Shreddedpaper

Gamblingghost

Gachafly

Gamblingmachine (Vee x Gigi)

Fruitcake

Angryhugs

Ragebait

Goobox/Musicalhugs

Angrycuddlefish

Rainbow Friends ask blog: @cheetahstick

Toy Chica ask blog: @toychimken

Shadow Fronnie ask blog: @rwqandsfreddy

Stimboard blog: @amanistimboards

Strawpage! (please ask me smth or draw smth im desperate man): https://amanicat.straw.page/

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/amanicat

And here's some user banners i found on Pinterest cuz I dunno what else to say:

[krypticcafe]

❧ Customer Service Policy

aka The Rules

As much as we love our beloved customers, this cafe is a one-man crew and to make sure the place doesn't burn down and ruin things for everyone, we have our own rules and regulations regarding special orders along with some guidance for the lost.

Many thanks, ✎ Kryptid

❧ Before You Order:

I will do a max of 10 characters for headcanons or fics per request, but you may request more in another one. Depending on the request, I might take out characters or make a second part.

I specialize in masc, amab, dominant, and particularly gender neutral readers, but I'm open to all types.

Readers are automatically written gender-neutral unless requested otherwise.

I do character/reader and occasionally character/character fanfics.

Poly ships are more than welcome! Please state if it is poly, because I will assume you want them all separately.

I will not always accept requests. I write on my own schedule.

If you want a specific kind of reader, please directly state so, such as gender, assigned sex, and/or pronouns. For example,

May I have a transmasc reader with König?

Can I get Din Djarin smut with an amab reader with they/them pronouns?

Can you do Ghost x fem!reader?

I would love to request a könig/horangi/masc reader please!

Remember, it's better to be super specific than super vague for the best customer satisfaction.

✅️Will Write✅️

Polyamory/Open Relationships

Smut (certain kinks and within reason)

Mild Dub-con (depends heavily on request)

Platonic Relationships

Sibling/Related Readers

Child/Younger Reader

AUs

Comfort/Trauma Fics

Readers of all genders, backgrounds, etc

Dark/Psychological Fics (within reason)

Dead Dove (depending)

Half-Humans/Humanoids

Robots/Mechs

Light A/B/O

❌️Won't Write❌️

Explicit or Graphic Non-con/R*pe Smut

Dark/Psychological fics glorifying actions

B*astiality

P*dophilia

Inc*st

Certain Fetishes

Real People

Pregnancy

A/B/O Mpreg

❧ Flavors:

✎﹏Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley ('09 & '22)

John "Soap" MacTavish ('09 & '22)

Captain John Price ('09 & '22)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick ('22)

König

Stray/Hound ('09 & '22)

Kim "Horangi" Hong-Jin

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Farah Karim

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo Parra

Sebastian Krueger

Nikto

Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko

Keegan P. Russ

Logan Walker

David "Hesh" Walker

✎﹏Slashers/Dead By Daylight

Ghostface (films)

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen/DBD!Ghostface

Jason Voorhees

Harry Warden

Michael Myers (films, DBD)

Pyramid Head (games, DBD)

Bubba Sawyer (films, DBD)

Thomas Hewitt

Brahms Heelshire

Trapper/Evan MacMillan

Anna/Huntress

Wraith/Philip Ojomo

Legion/Frank Morrison

Ji-Woon Hak/Trickster

Sally Smithson/Nurse

✎﹏Star Wars

Poe Dameron

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin

Cassian Andor

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Stormtroopers

✎﹏Marvel

Sam Wilson/Captain America/Falcon

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

T'Challa/Black Panther

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Gamora

Mantis

Nebula

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley/Moon Knight

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Eddie Brock/Venom

✎﹏Marble Hornets/Slenderverse

Masky/Tim Wright

Hoodie/Brian Thomas

Jane the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Kate the Chaser

Slenderman

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