Matt Murdock Daredevil (2011) #7

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Matt Murdock Daredevil (2011) #7
In a world where everything seems superficial, they seek to get to the truth and know the essence behind everything.
Sagittarius Rising: The Wanderer
There is an air of mystery in their relaxed and contemplative appearance. Natives with a strong physique, gifted with the charisma and wisdom of Jupiter, these natives tend to look older when they are young and younger when older. A charming enigma, they can go from being hilarious, witty and jovial, to being rational, analytical and observant. An insatiable thirst to see beyond appearances, seemingly perfect systems and the masks people seem to wear. Strong will and mind, endowed with courage and bravery, no obstacle seems greater if they take a look at everything that forged them. They are people devoted to the beliefs they have and, no matter how open-minded, making them change their minds is not an easy task. Adventurous and curious when something catches their attention, rooted when making a decision. An inquisitive mind with idealistic overtones, a strong need for independence and a character with ambivert tendencies.
When we see Capricorn in their 2nd house, we can define that they firmly believe in the value of hard work and effort. From a very early age they learned that the best things in life or the most valuable things require work, sometimes giving up things that, although deep-rooted, only cause pain. They are willing to make sacrifices and work intensely long hours to achieve their goals. They do not usually take unnecessary risks and prefer safe and stable investments, both economic and time and energy. They have a strong ambition to achieve success and feel proud of themselves. They set high goals for themselves and are willing to work hard and persevere to achieve them. These natives are the clear representation of valuing quality over quantity, and can be considered picky by other people. Their self-esteem and self-worth are often linked to their achievements of all kinds, leading them to feel that sense of security when they have achieved their goals. They think long term and plan their future with vision and strategy. Their focus is on building a solid foundation that will provide them with lasting security and prosperity. It is likely that they grew up feeling that many things were missing in their lives, materially, emotionally or even spiritually.
Since they have Aquarius in the 3rd house, these natives are very open to new and different ideas, a trait that is often constantly associated with this rising. They enjoy discussing and debating theories and concepts on many diverse topics, from the simplest to the most profound. They have the quality of adapting well to different communication styles and are able to speak with people of diverse backgrounds and perspectives, ironically, they hardly feel that other people understand their way of thinking. Sometimes they may even feel judged for the way they communicate and think. They value mental independence and prefer to think for themselves rather than blindly following what others say. Their thinking is free and they do not easily conform to traditional opinions, nor are they afraid to question them. They have strong intellectual intuition and can reach conclusions quickly through intuitive perceptions. They are not afraid to question or debate regardless of the person they are dealing with. They are prone to feeling creative during short trips and can be inspired by things that to others may be very mundane or simple. Their rational nature helps them find ingenious solutions to complex problems. They have an insatiable intellectual curiosity and love to learn about a wide range of topics. There are chances of being only children, having some kind of distance from their siblings, or feeling very different from them. They can treat friends fraternally.
There is a lot of depth in the overlay of Pisces in the 4th house, as it is a part of the natives that others do not have a notion of so easily. In their childhood they could have been sensitive children, with that curiosity about the world around them, to understand how things worked, the people around them and, even at their young age, how life worked. There may have been that feeling of being lost, of not finding your place and a longing for that security that is associated with the word 'home'. For these natives, it is an important refuge for them, a place where they can retreat and recharge their energies, and I clarify, this does not necessarily have to be the one in which they were born, but rather the one they create. They dream of a quiet home, in which they can lower the volume of the outside chaos. Many of these natives need a serene space to maintain their emotional balance. They can find comfort in movies, books, music or even in the art they create, whatever it may be. This placement sometimes suggests someone who from an early age had to take care of someone else, whether it was a sibling, an older relative, or even their own parents. They are very perceptive people of the emotions of others, especially those that are deeper, those that others seek to hide. They can also be very intuitive with the emotional needs of their family members. They like to create a welcoming and hospitable environment in their home, as they enjoy making others feel welcome and comfortable in their space. They need a space where they can escape the demands of the outside world and find solace. They look for an atmosphere of peace and tranquillity at home.
With Aries in the 5th house, these natives tend to have a passionate approach to romances. Romance with them feels like an awakening, the awakening of excitement, intrigue, and a desire to explore new things with them. An emotion that drives you in your daily life, that motivates you and drives you to live the day as if it were your last. They greatly value their independence but once they know that you are what they want, they jump in with enthusiasm and can be very direct and honest in expressing their feelings. They like certainty and indecision in a person may seem unattractive to them. There are no grey tones, half-hearted feelings or unfinished ideas, they are looking for a lover as willing, daring and passionate as they are. Love makes them feel alive, fills them with enthusiasm and the desire to go after what they want. It is very likely that once they find love they will feel more ambitious, creative and confident. They value their independence and freedom in love, so they will not tolerate any type of relationship that restricts them or makes them feel limited or incapable of being themselves. They will always focus on motivating their partner and encouraging them to do what they are passionate about, they will never limit them in any way. These natives attract a lot of attention and stand out for their attractiveness, confidence, and sexy and independent aura. Many of them enjoy playful competitiveness. Their self-expression is direct and unfiltered. They are not afraid to be themselves and express their opinions and desires clearly and forcefully. If they decide to have children, they will be active, expressive, playful and very authentic. They can be parents who prioritise that their children have a strong sense of self-acceptance, that they are not afraid of anything and that they feel empowered.
Something that these natives will prioritise a lot no matter what their well-being is, from physical, to emotional and mental, which we attribute to Taurus in the 6th house. When they see that something is not positive in their lives, they do not hesitate to keep it away from them, because they are in constant search to keep what gives them pleasure and comfort close, distancing themselves from what sinks them and prevents them from growing. They can be very selective about what they make part of their day to day, and this includes the people they surround themselves with. They are people who will make part of their routine things that they find pleasant or comfortable, so they may have problems doing chores or things that they find boring or repetitive, postponing them and falling into procrastination tendencies. Taking care of their body and emotional tranquillity is something of great importance to them, so it is common for natives with this placement to exercise, do or have skincare routines, read constantly, meditate or practise similar activities. Many of them have this need to stay active, to be constantly doing things and even if they stay busy, they may have that feeling that they are not using properly most of their time or that they could be doing even more productive things. This placement tells us about the importance of comfort for them when choosing a job, without forgetting that it can also indicate earning a lot of money doing something that they really like and gives satisfaction. In their work they can enjoy not only a good reputation, but lasting bonds and courtesy with others. Taurus being here shows us natives who can be very devoted and constant with any task they have to do, investing a lot of time in it. A good work ethic is possible and a calm and relaxed way of working, as they dislike putting themselves under constant stress.
They highly value their independence, it is difficult to get their attention, and it is even more difficult to awaken in them that desire to have a long-term relationship, and it is not because of fear of commitment, but on the contrary, they think deeply and are very clear about what they want in a relationship and a partner for the long run. This rational and analytical, but above all precise approach is thanks to Gemini in the 7th house, as it means that Mercury is ruling this house. These natives do not have a long list of requirements that you have to meet to be their life partner, but they know perfectly well what things they do not want to deal with. Their discernment makes them realise this easily, and their blunt personality makes them not hesitate to make it clear. They want a partner who makes them look twice, who awakens their curiosity, interest and that has a magnetism that attracts them. They are fascinated by people who always have something to say, those with a clever and agile mind that fills them with excitement and makes them discover sides of themselves that they didn't even know they had. Someone that speaks their mind, that turns daily and boring into exciting and pleasant. They have a fear of deception and sudden distancing from their special person, so they will look for a partner who seeks to be present without the native asking for it. They are people who think a lot when it comes to being with another person. They want to find someone who will erase their doubts with actions and words, a person who will constantly let them know their intentions, feelings and thoughts, someone who will surprise them, not necessarily with seemingly big and outlandish things but by showing that they are not the same as the rest of the people that the natives to found throughout their lives. Good communication is something of utmost importance when thinking about a potential long-term partner, much more than other aspects even. For them it is crucial that this person can talk to them about anything regardless of the weight of the situation. Their future spouse is a person with great intelligence, good social skills and a person who uses his resources and knowledge astutely, someone who is difficult to catch off guard, open-minded and often a fascinating communicator. They will enjoy a marriage with adventures, fun and many learnings. Both the natives and their partners will feel intrigued and strongly attracted to each other, they will be intellectually stimulated and may even feel that they are both friends and partners.
One of the aspects of their personality that is less talked about but that is very determining in them is Cancer in the 8th house. These natives experience their emotions in a very intense and deep way. Their emotional world is rich and complex, and they can be very sensitive to the energies and emotions of others. Although they are protectors and caregivers, they can hide their own emotional vulnerability. Many of them, due to their experiences, are often afraid of showing their weaknesses and tend to build a protective shell around their emotions. They have an innate capacity for emotional healing, both for themselves and for others, transforming themselves and those around them internally. They can be excellent counselors, therapists, or emotional healers. They are firm protectors of what they consider family [whether biological or not], they will keep those they love safe and will not hesitate to attack to defend them if necessary. Their approach to sexuality is deeply tied to their emotions as it is crucial for them to feel a strong emotional connection to fully enjoy their sex life. They may have deep fears of abandonment or betrayal in their intimate relationships. They need to feel a deep emotional and spiritual connection with their partners and can be very protective and nurturing in their intimate relationships, being attentive to their partner's needs. They love the idea of ââhaving a relationship where both can be vulnerable with the other and where both fiercely defend the other, giving themselves body and soul to the other.
These natives usually have Leo in the 9th house, which tells us that their pride lies in their intelligence, talents and abilities. They are excellent and fierce debaters who will always seek to speak their truth without filters and without trying to win the good side of others. Strongly tied to their convictions, they give great importance to justice and will always act according to what they consider optimal and most correct in certain situations. Since I mention their strong and fixed opinions, it is worth mentioning that it is difficult to change their minds. If the native is not grounded enough, they are likely to believe that they have the absolute truth and refuse to listen to other people. Their intelligence and ability to create is great and they can bring many interesting and successful projects to life. They will have a lot of happiness traveling or connecting with other cultures, as well as a source of ideas and the ability to create warm memories in places far from home. They may feel very different from people from whatever group they belong to, from school, or even from the stereotypes of their countries. They have a strong passion for knowledge and education, as they love to learn and may have a great interest in philosophical, spiritual or cultural topics. They can communicate their ideas passionately and effectively, motivating others to learn and explore. They have academic ambition and in some cases this placement leads them to seek high achievements in their education.Â
With Virgo in the 10th house, these natives are seen as reliable and responsible people in their professional field, coupled with their serious and committed approach to their work, earning them the respect of their colleagues and superiors. Their integrity and work ethic are fundamental to them, and they do everything they can to avoid mistakes or failures. For them it is always crucial to charge and show that they act based on their principles, seeking to do things correctly. They stand out for being adaptable and able to adjust to the changing demands not only of the professional environment, but of what they experience throughout their lives. They are extremely dedicated to their work. They have a strong and admirable work ethic and are diligent and meticulous in everything they do. Always seeking to improve and achieve high quality standards. They can be very critical of themselves and others, especially those who boast of being superior in role or morals. They can be excellent in roles that involve analysis, administration, or any type of detailed work. They may choose jobs in which they maintain order, have control of a specific area or a specific group of people, that are related to analysis and research, or something that involves supporting or helping others. They do not seek recognition or glory, but are satisfied with doing their job well. They are not interested in pleasing others or meeting other people's expectations, rather they constantly strive to meet the expectations of a single person, themselves.
Natives with Libra in the 11th house are selective with friends, thinking a lot before giving that title to someone; Despite their initial wariness, they remain cordial enough. As friends these natives can be very supportive and caring, giving not only sympathy and affection, but also bringing realism to the lives of their friends and colleagues. This placement gives them the tendency to be popular and/or recognized either in their environment or on the internet. They value their friendships very much and will always focus on them being fair relationships in which they get the same as they give to others. They can create very strong ties with friends and vice versa, in some cases it can be expressed in friends being very attached to the native and relying on them, although there may be a risk of dependence on either party. They are very good at working as a team and can count on diplomacy. They are the kind of people who seek social justice, can defend others from injustice and prevent them from getting hurt. They hate injustice and discrimination, because they believe in equality regardless of gender, age, race or beliefs. They are skilled at mediating and resolving conflicts within their social groups. Their natural diplomacy allows them to find fair and balanced solutions to disagreements. They have the ability to positively influence the groups to which they belong. Their ability to see both sides of a situation allows them to provide balanced and fair perspectives. This house is also related to earnings through their work, with Venus ruling this house we can also determine that they can have many economic benefits in a job that they genuinely like.
What lies within you, love? How does Scorpio in the 12th house play a role? When someone sees you they immediately perceive your strength, they sense your impetus and courage, many even tremble at the power that you naturally emanate, but only those who dare to look directly into your intense and sharp gaze, realize the pain that has forged your shell and attitude. You are secretive with many aspects of your life, you deeply bury the gray and overwhelming tints that life has poured on you. You don't let anyone know for fear that it will be used against you. You have learned to watch you back, that trust is not something that is given to just anyone. From betrayals, disappointments, people's cruelty and prejudices... you have been through a lot and yet you remain firm, because you know that you yourself are your most faithful companion and your strength. Fear of betrayal, revealing too much of yourself and being judged or ignored, fear of loving someone who doesn't love you with the same depth. You have a fascinating mind, a fervent desire to get to the bottom of things, and the ambition that allows you to achieve it. It is difficult to hide things from you, because your keen intuition accompanied by your need to discover the truth are your most lethal weapon. You feel things deeply, many times more than you would like, and for you there is no middle ground. You are decisive and do not hesitate, things may be black or white, yes or no, all or nothing⌠Unlike other people, you find refuge in the spaces where you are on your own. At the end of the day it is better than the masked crowds, those who smile in front of you and conspire behind your back. You have the ability to sense when someone is not what they seem, you can detect people who have shady intentions for miles, a gift that experience has given you. All of these traits protect your noble and loyal heart, the one that makes you capable of completely surrendering to something or someone that makes you feel safe and comfortable. It's never too much for you when it comes to someone you love or something you're passionate about.
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THE BEAR Season 2
WHY has no one talked about this lookâŚ
FROM SCRIPT TO SCREEN:
Matt Murdock in Confession (a.k.a the moment we knew Charlie Cox would absolutely kill it as Matt)
DAREDEVIL 1.01- Into the Ring
Directed by: Phil Abraham || Screenplay by: Drew Goddard
january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening
return the favor
pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader x frank castle
summary: you're always there when matt and frank need you, no matter what it is, or what time of day. they decide it's time to return the favor, and show some gratitude.
warnings: all of them. every single one of them. swearing, mentions of blood, explicit sexual content (minors dni, seriously this is like x rated), little bits of fluff sprinkled in
a/n: i'm not even going to apologize. y'all know me by now. y'all know who I am as a person. y'all know I cannot be normal about either one of them, and i've stopped trying to be. my inner slut took over when I wrote this, and it is filthy. it had me sweating like a whore in church. I don't even go to church. i'm not even religious, and I feel like I need to pray for forgiveness after this. this baby is over 30 pages, a little over 12.5k words, and it is a ride. ;)
this is my holiday gift to each and every one of you precious angel babies. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated! â¤ď¸
also again, i'm still not sure if the glitch with dark mode has been fixed or not but if you're on dark mode, you may have trouble viewing this. I apologize for any inconvenience reading in advance!
At this point you werenât sure who started it this time. Honestly, you werenât even sure if one of them had started it, or if it was just another argument carrying over from earlier. Youâd given up keeping score in their little competition of who could be more ornery. It used to amuse you. The Devil of Hellâs Kitchen and the big bad Punisher constantly bickering back and forth like an old married couple, muttering under their breath in exasperation at the others' antics, yet still fighting through all that annoyance to come to the otherâs defense if need be. If it had been any other night, you might have been entertained. You might have even laughed at how ridiculous they were being. But it was nearly midnight, you were beyond exhausted, and to top it all off, it was absolutely fucking freezing on top of this roof.Â
Why were you even here again? Oh yeah, Frank. He had sustained a pretty nasty cut to his arm after what was supposed to be an easy takedown had turned into a confounded ambush. Youâd received a simple text from Mattâs burner phone a little over an hour earlier that had just consisted of the words âroofâ and âkitâ. Using your context clues, you assumed he meant his roof. You didnât even give it much thought before you were bracing yourself against the November chill for seven blocks, letting yourself in with your emergency spare key and grabbing the medical kit from his bathroom on the way up. Patching up Matt was something you were used to by now, but you were incredibly anxious as to why he wanted you to meet him on the roof of his building. Was he hurt that bad? Could he not even make it inside? Should you call Claire?
Your thumb hovered over her number as you ascended the stairs, however as soon as you heard the familiar mix of combative voices, you rolled your eyes and shoved your phone in your pocket. Pushing open the door, you were met with a sight you had become all too accustomed to in the past few months; Matt and Frank at each otherâs throats. When they could agree on something and both be level headed, they worked well together. Great, even. But when they disagreed, and were fueled by rage and their own devastating egos, it was like a front row seat to world war three. There were times youâd had to enlist Jessica or Luke just to pry them apart, needing an indestructible wedge between them until they could be civil.
It didnât take you long to figure out that Frank was the one in need of aid. There was a large tear in his shirt that was normally snug around his bicep, showcasing a jagged view of torn flesh that was dripping violently with crimson. You could make out a few other cuts and bruises that littered his face from the light coming off the obnoxious billboard across the street. It was harder to tell when Matt was hurt, not only because his suit was deep red, but also because he hid it very well. Not that Frank didnât hide it just as well. They could both be standing in front of you absolutely covered head to toe in blood with visible gashes and holes and still insist that they were fine. There were streaks of blood around Mattâs mouth and nose, but he otherwise appeared to be in good shape. Loudly clearing your throat, you dropped the kit onto the floor by your feet and placed your hands on your hips as both menâs heads whipped around in your direction.
âCan you two pretend to get along for fifteen minutes so I can do what you called me here for, or would you both rather bleed to death on this roof?â
Seven minutes. They made it seven minutes. You had just finished the final stitch on Frankâs arm when a snide comment from Matt had him unraveling in anger all over again. Tonight seemed to be worse than usual. You couldnât tell if it was due to the pain from their injuries, the exhaustion from the recent sleepless nights, frustration from lead after lead that kept turning into dead ends, a combination of all of the above, or what. They were in each otherâs faces, noses barely a centimeter apart, trading insults like verbal punches in an invisible ring. You were shocked Matt had even called you to help patch up Frank with the way his mouth was curled into a glowering snarl towards him, fists bunched tightly at his sides ready to strike at any moment.Â
âIf you had just fucking listened to me-â
âBecause you got it all figured out, donât ya Red? Huh? You think them fancy fuckinâ senses of yours make you better than me? I was takinâ terrorist organizations down overseas while you were gettinâ shitfaced off cheap booze in your dorm, but heaven forbid I walk into a fuckinâ building without your goddamn say so.â
âGoddammit Frank, I can hear things you canât. Like when thereâs twenty fucking men armed with guns in a building thatâs supposed to be-â
âYour priest know you use such colorful language? You tell him that when youâre confessinâ on Sundays? You even tell him âbout all the people you beat the shit out of for fun? Or you leave all that out, altar boy?â
âThis isnât a joke, Frank. They were armed with way more ammunition than we planned for, and there were more of them than there shouldâve been. They fucking knew we were coming. If you would have just-â
âNah, nah. If you had fuckinâ listened to me, we wouldâve been fine. If you werenât such a goddamn pussy, and let me do what the fuck I need to do-â
As much as you tried to drown them out, their voices only got louder and louder. Rubbing your temples with your index and middle fingers did absolutely nothing to soothe the dull ache that had begun to throb in your head. God, they were exhausting sometimes. It amazed you how much they changed when they were together. Matt was usually more calm and collected, and Frank was usually quieter. As much as they brought out the best in each other when they did get along, they brought out even more of the worst when they didnât. It was like they both had a perfect blueprint of where the otherâs buttons were, and always knew exactly where to press. That dull ache in your head was beginning to glow like tiny embers waiting to spark. Your fingers had gone numb from the cold through the thin latex gloves. Your patience had run out half an hour ago, or long before that if you were being honest with yourself. You were pissed they had the audacity to drag you out of your warm bed in the middle of the night just to act like you werenât there, waiting for them to finish their childish bullshit. The irritation had been wearing you down from the second you stepped onto the roof and you couldnât take it anymore.
âWould you both just shut the fuck up already? Seriously? I am so sick of listening to the two of you bitch and bicker about every little fucking thing. I have fucking had it with both of you. If you two canât get your shit together, I swear to God, Iâm going to-â
âWhat? What are you gonna do, sweetheart?â
If you werenât pissed off already, the arrogant smirk tugging at the corner of Frankâs lips certainly pushed you over the edge. He cocked his head to the side, staring at you with his dark eyes squinted in levity. One of his thick brows rose in challenge, daring you to continue your rant.Â
âAw câmon, darlinâ. Thirty seconds ago you were all big and bad, runninâ that bratty little mouth of yours. Now you got nothinâ to say?â
âGet your shit together, or I will beat your ass.â
âI think she means that, Frank.â
âNo shit? She ainât lyinâ?â
âNope. Heartbeatâs steady.â
âWell ainât that cute.â
The teasing tone of Mattâs voice hitting your ears felt like gasoline being thrown on the fire that was already raging within you. A devilish grin stretched over his mouth, showcasing the dimples in his cheeks that you loved so much. Normally the sight of that smile would make you weak in the knees, but right now it infuriated the fuck out of you. Both men were staring at you in complete amusement, smug grins plastered on their faces, and you wanted nothing more than to walk over and slap them off.Â
âFuck you both.â
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â
Mattâs response knocked the breath right out of your lungs, and all your anger with it. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you stared at him, jaw dropping slightly. He had never spoken to you like that. Matt was a natural flirt, that was just his personality. He had definitely said a few things that made you question how he really felt about you, and there were a few âaccidentalâ touches that lingered a little too long, but never anything like that. And certainly never in the voice he typically reserved for interrogating criminals. You were completely stunned in place, brain failing to come up with any kind of response. Even though Mattâs words were phrased as an inquisition, it came out more like a confident statement, like a rhetorical question he already knew the answer to.
âWell?â
Frankâs voice seemed to break the trance Matt had you under, your eyes darting over towards his large figure. Somehow he was now only standing about a foot away from you. When did he get so close? How had you missed that? You were used to Matt sneaking up on you constantly since the man was practically a fucking ninja, but Frank wasnât as stealthy. He was a lot bigger, moved with more force than precision, and commanded every space he stepped into.Â
âWhat?â
âYou gonna answer him?â
Frankâs eyes bore into yours as he motioned his head towards Matt, the intensity of his gaze making you feel as if you had shrunk several sizes in his presence. Sometimes you forgot just how big he was, and how menacing he could be when he wanted to. There was something gleaming in the darkness of his eyes that you couldnât place. His features were set in their usual broody state apart from his mouth that was still slightly curved in a wicked smirk. A sudden shiver descended your spine, but it wasnât from the cold. Instinctively you took a step back, blinking a few times before staring down at your trembling hands as you removed the bloody gloves.
âI donâtâŚlook justâŚclean yourselves up. Try not to kill each other, or piss off Mattâs neighbors any more than you already have.â
âYour hands are shaking.â
âItâs cold, Matthew.â
âBut thatâs not why your hands are shaking. Is it?â
Glancing up, a slight gasp flew from your mouth noticing that Matt was now standing right next to Frank. His head was cocked towards the right, chin jutted out in your direction, studying you intently. You couldnât see the beautiful honey brown of his eyes that were hidden behind the obsidian lenses of his mask. His voice had dropped even lower, and your stomach dropped down into a pit of nerves along with it. A sobering thought washed over you that your beloved captivating lawyer was not the one standing in front of you; the Devil was. This wasnât exactly new to you. Sometimes Matt had trouble shifting back into a level-headed state after particularly bad nights, or when patrols left his adrenaline pumping through his veins like rocket fluid. You had witnessed the battle on several occasions between Matthew Murdock and the Devil of Hellâs Kitchen for control. But this wasâŚdifferent. He was eerily calm and still, and it made you nervous.
âThis ainât like you, sweetheart. Beinâ all mouthy, actinâ like a damn brat, not answerinâ questions when asked. Whereâs our good girl, hm?â
The mega-watt grin that immediately took over Mattâs mouth could have put that blinding billboard behind him to fucking shame.
âOh, she liked that Frank.â
âDid she?â
âShouldâve heard the way her heart jumped. You are our good girl, arenât you angel?â
The connection between your brain and your mouth had been severed. You couldnât speak. You couldnât hardly breathe. Your wide eyes flickered back and forth in dumbfoundment between the two men standing in front of you. Surely, you were hearing them wrong. Were they messing with you? Where was all this coming from? What the fuck was happening?
âCâmon darlinâ, use that pretty little head of yours and talk to us. Red asked you a question, yeah?â
There was a hint of teasing that laced Frankâs gravelly voice as his eyes remained fixated on you. Your head was spinning like a rogue carousel and your heart was thrashing to break through your ribcage.
âIâŚI donât understand-â
âI think you do, angel. Youâre a smart girl, but youâre not subtle. We know what you want, and weâre more than happy to give it to you. Isnât that right, Frank?â
âSâright, Red. We think youâve earned it, sweetheart. Takinâ such good care of us, puttinâ up with all our shit, always there when we need ya. Weâd like to return the favor, darlinâ.â
âSee angel, the one thing Frank and I absolutely agree on, is how pretty youâre gonna sound when we ruin you.â
Mattâs confession struck your core like lightning and tore a startled moan of desperation from your throat. His grin stretched even further across his sinful lips, a dark chuckle emitting from low within his chest. Frankâs eyebrows rose a hair in surprise, only for a moment, before that crooked, teeth baring smile of his was back on full display. He joined Matt in sinister snickering, like there was some kind of inside joke you werenât a part of.
âDo me a favor, Red. Put them damn senses of yours to good use and tell me how wet she is right now.â
There was never a battle with Frank. There was never anyone else fighting for control. With Frank, what you saw was exactly what you got. There was no slipping back and forth, no struggle, there was justâŚhim. Unabashed, unapologetic, shameless Frank. He didnât hide it when he flirted with you. He didnât mince words, or speak in riddles. He always said exactly what he meant so there was never any confusing his words or motives. He never pushed it any further than playful banter and flirty remarks, but he also didnât hide behind the guise of friendly teasing. The order he gave Matt caused your brain to short circuit and you were honestly surprised it hadnât knocked you onto your knees. Mattâs lips parted slightly, just enough for his tongue to meet the air as he inhaled deeply. A satisfied hum sounded in the back of his throat.
âNot nearly as wet as sheâs going to be. But she smells fucking divine.â
âBet she tastes even better.â
âI canât wait to find out.â
The next few minutes passed by in a bit of a blur. Frank had thrown you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing more than the duffel bag he hauled around, carrying you down the steps into Mattâs living room with haste. Matt trailed closely behind the two of you, quickly removing his gloves and helmet somewhere along the way. Before you could even register being put back down on wobbly legs, two large hands grabbed your face and a strong pair of lips met your own. Frank.
The kiss was full of passion but surprisingly tender, a sigh of relief echoing in your mouth from him. Frank kissed you deeply, but slowly, wanting to savor the feeling and the taste of you. Matt managed to sneak his hand between your bodies, tugging at the zipper of your jacket and pulling it off your shoulders with ease. He pulled down the left sleeve of your thin sweater, trailing his lips along the exposed skin before nipping and sucking at the junction above your collarbone. The scruff of his facial hair contrasted roughly with the softness of his lips and it made your mind even hazier, a moan tumbling into Frankâs mouth. Matt growled lowly, gripping onto your hips and pulling your ass against his front abruptly so you could feel how hard he was through his suit, earning another whine from you. His hand was nearly halfway into your jeans when Frank reached out to grab his wrist, halting his movements.
âQuit beinâ fuckinâ impatient. We got all damn night.â
âYou hear the sounds sheâs making Frank?â
âYeah, and Iâd like to hear a lot more of âem you selfish little shit.â
You couldnât help but giggle. Here you were, trapped between two of the most feared men in Hellâs Kitchen, with both of their mouths and hands all over you, and they were still arguing. Your giggles were immediately cut off however when Mattâs teeth sunk down into the flesh of your neck, a surprised moan taking their place. Frank lightly grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head back against Mattâs chest as he caught your gaze. His tongue darted out to wet his lips quickly, motioning his head towards you.
âYou want this, sweetheart?â
All you could do was stare up at Frank with half moon eyes. Your brain seemed incapable of manufacturing a single coherent thought. You were too wrapped up in how good it felt to be caged between them. How good it felt to kiss Frank, to be touched by Matt, to be desired by them both. All you could do was feebly nod.
âNeed to hear it, pretty girl. Need you to tell us you want us too.â
Mattâs grip on your waist loosened slightly, his nose nuzzling against your cheek as he softly kissed the underside of your jaw and whispered delicately in your ear.
âYou can say no, angel. We can all walk away right now, pretend this never happened. We wonât be upset.â
âWe never wanna make you uncomfortable, honey. Just wanna make you feel good.â
âWould you like us to make you feel good, sweetheart? Take care of you for all the times youâve taken care of us? Whatever you want, weâll give you. Just tell us what you want.â
âPleaseâŚâ
Frankâs large hand loosely wrapped around your neck, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip slowly as he stared down at you with a timid smile.
âPlease what, sweet girl? Hm? Use your words. You want us? You got us. Weâre yours. Just say the words.â
Matt slipped his hand underneath the hem of your sweater, tracing slow delicate circles along your hip as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. He placed a featherlight kiss to your burning skin, the edge in his voice from earlier now gone as he whispered sweetly.
âWeâre all yours, angel. Always have been. Just tell us you want us too.â
Matt and Frank both put an inch of space between their bodies and yours, as if they could sense how difficult their presence was making it hard for you to think clearly. They were giving you an out if you wanted it. You knew this would completely change everything between the three of you. There would be no going back to how things were before. This decision was permanent, and couldnât be undone. But God, did you want it. You wanted them. You were momentarily suspended in disbelief that they wanted you too, but you were having an arduous time focusing on why they wanted you, when they had come to this agreement regarding you, and what the morning would look like. The only thing your brain could process was the pure, irrevocable yearning you felt.
You trusted Matt and Frank with your life. You knew you could trust them with your body. The safest you ever felt was in their presence. The safest place you could ever be was confined between them. You wanted them. You loved them. You needed to be consumed by them.Â
âI need both of you, please.â
If either of them heard the aching in your divulgence, neither of them acknowledged it. Mattâs fingertips brushed lightly along your sides as he pulled your sweater over your head, eliciting a domino of shivers throughout your body. Your own trembling fingers gingerly pushed Frankâs torn and bloodied shirt up, careful to avoid his fresh injuries along the way. As you sought out his lips, his large hands maneuvered your hips until you were face to face with Matt, his nose brushing against the column of your throat.
âHelp Red outta that damn thing, would ya? Otherwise weâll be here all fuckinâ night.â
A furrow formed between Mattâs brows and his lips parted to protest, but his words were quickly cut off when you grabbed his face to crash your lips together. His hands gripped onto your waist just above where Frankâs had settled, a satisfied groan echoing on your tongue. Mattâs kiss was hungrier, more possessive and needy than Frankâs, and it made your head spin. As your fingers worked at the zipper on Mattâs suit, Frankâs were swiftly popping the button on your jeans and tugging your own zipper down. He left a searing trail of open mouthed kisses from right beneath your ear to down along your shoulder as his large hand slipped beneath the waistband of your panties. Greedily peeling the material of Mattâs suit off his broad shoulders, you instinctively bit down on his bottom lip when Frankâs index finger made contact with your clit. Matt moaned at the feeling of your teeth holding his lip captive, shoving the rest of his suit off with impressive speed leaving him only clad in black briefs with a noticeable tent.
âGoddamn, sweetheart. Youâve got these completely soaked through. I guess Red was right.â
You could feel Mattâs prideful smile against your own mouth at Frankâs words as you threaded your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him even more flush against your own body. He groaned again in satisfaction at the gentle tug, and you were suddenly curious what other delicious sounds you could pull out of him. Before you could experiment, Frank slipped one of his thick fingers inside of you and a loud moan filled the empty space.
âFuck sheâs tight. Gonna have to get you nice and ready for us, yeah? Think two oughta do it, Red?â
âSheâs been such a good girl, Frank. Letâs give her three.â
âHm, she has, hasnât she? Sâpose that way we both get a taste then.â
Your head fell back against Frankâs chest as he pumped his finger slowly, already rendering you a whiny incoherent mess. You could just briefly register Matt kneeling before you, grabbing the waistband of your jeans and tugging them down your legs. His touch was lighter when his fingers slipped underneath the sides of your panties, trailing them along your skin with more precise teasing. Matt rubbed his nose along your inner thigh, humming softly as he ever so languidly pulled the fabric down your legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He gently brushed his fingertips over your ankles, along the sides of your calves, up the backs of your knees, until he had a firm grip on your thighs.
âLooks awful pretty down there on his knees for ya, donât he?â
Frank was right. Matt did look good on his knees before you, head tipped back and eyes closed in content, lips parted slightly as he inhaled your scent from the source. Suddenly you wanted both of them on their knees for you. Or maybe you wanted to be on your knees for both of them. You reached out with a trembling hand to grab a small fistful of Mattâs hair, moaning softly as Frank slipped a second finger inside you.
âLook so pretty, Matty.â
Mattâs eyes fluttered open, staring blankly up in your direction as a toothy grin took over his entire face showcasing your beloved dimples.
âNot as pretty as you, angel.â
âI think Red deserves a little treat for beinâ so patient, donât you sweetheart?â
âYes, Frankie.â
âHow âbout that, Red? You want a little taste?â
âGod, yes.â
âOn your feet. You take over.â
If you hadnât been so wrapped up in your own pleasure, you wouldâve been amazed at how quickly Matt followed Frankâs command without an ounce of hesitation or complaint. You whined momentarily as Frankâs fingers slipped out of you, only to quickly be replaced with Mattâs index finger and his thumb pressed firmly against your clit earning another loud moan from you.Â
âOpen your mouth.â
Once again, Matt quickly complied, parting his plump kiss bitten lips. Your walls clenched around Mattâs finger and a pathetic moan slipped out as you watched Frank shove his two fingers drenched in your slick straight into Mattâs mouth. Mattâs eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head when your taste met his tongue, eagerly sucking every single drop off of Frankâs fingers. Frank grunted quietly near your ear as Matt moaned softly around his digits. It was the hottest fucking sight you had ever seen.
âAttaboy, Red. Tell me how she tastes.â
Frank retracted his fingers from Mattâs mouth slowly, leaving his lips shining with a coat of spit. His hand quickly found its place once again between your thighs and there seemed to be some kind of unspoken understanding between the two as Matt twisted his wrist to make room for Frankâs hand, allowing Frank to take over stretching you apart as his own fingers worked over your clit to help bring you to your release.
âSo fucking good, Frank. Sweetest fucking thing Iâve ever had. Youâre not gonna be able to get enough.â
âLike I said, we got all night.â
You could die like this, trapped between two walls of soft skin and hard muscle, their skilled hands working together to bring you absolute bliss. You were thankful they had you completely trapped between their chests because otherwise, you wouldnât have been able to stand. The pleasure was absolutely overwhelming. It was everywhere, all at once, and you werenât sure if you could survive the fall. You had never felt anything like this. You didnât even know you could feel like this. That little bubble that normally built up inside you was now simmering like a giant pit of lava inside a volcano dangerously close to erupting. You couldnât even form the words to warn them, but with the undivided attention of Mattâs senses, you didnât have to.Â
âSheâs close, Frank. Keep doing that, right there. Thatâs itâŚhold her steady. Itâs alright, angel. Just let go for us. Weâve got you, sweetheart.â
âGo ahead, darlinâ. Câmon, let us hear those pretty sounds. Donât hold back, honey. Let us have it all, yeah?â
The edge was painfully far away, just within reach. You were so goddamn close. It just felt too fucking good. You didnât know if your body was holding out because you just couldnât handle it, or because it wanted more. Just when it felt like you couldnât make it, suddenly you were exploding into a million little pieces of gratification and being hurled into the free falling space of absolute bliss. Two pairs of strong hands supported you as you spasmed from the force of the pleasure. Two voices echoed praises and sweet nothings into your ears as you floated outside your own body. Two hearts thudded against your back and chest in sync as they adorned you in their affection.Â
Rough calloused fingertips trailed along your cheekbone tenderly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as soft lips traced the shell of your ear.Â
âShh. We got ya, sweetheart. Weâre right here, yeah? Easy now, breathe.â
Matt wrapped his arm around your lower back, hooking his other underneath your knees as he pried you from Frankâs embrace and lifted you up bridal style, holding you against his chest.Â
âYouâre wearing too many clothes, Frank. Get undressed. Iâll take her to bed.â
You weakly brought your hand up to Mattâs neck, wrapping your fingers around the cross necklace that settled between his collarbones. The metal felt surprisingly cool against his heated skin, and the deep inhale you took to control your breathing filled your senses with his intoxicating cologne. You carefully traced one of the scars on the left side of his chest with your fingertip as you crossed the threshold into his bedroom.
âMatty?â
âYes angel?â
âI like it when you and Frankie get along.â
âTell him to quit beinâ such a shithead all the time, and youâll get more of it.â
âAnd here I was about to be nice and let you have the first taste, Castle. Why donât you get on your knees and put that fucking mouth of yours to good use. Donât keep her waiting.â
Matt carefully set you down on the edge of the bed, moving to sit right behind you with his chest pressed flush against your back. You noticed the commanding tone he used with Frank was the exact same one he used in the courtroom when he wasnât in the mood for bullshit or rebuttal. For the millionth time that night, you were shocked when Frank simply grunted in response instead of verbally retaliating, lowering himself down onto his knees in front of you. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of Frank nearly naked before you. You had seen him shirtless a few times when he needed fixing up, but never only in briefs before. The fabric clung to his muscular thighs like a second skin, and it made your mouth water the exact same way it did whenever you saw Matt only in his underwear. Your brows furrowed slightly at the sudden realization that Frank had done exactly what Matt instructed in the living room. Since when did they ever follow each otherâs orders? And so easily?
âSpread those legs, angel. Let him see you.â
Frank moved in closer towards you as you obeyed Mattâs order, his broad shoulders pushing your thighs even further apart. His large hands slowly made their way from your knees to your inner thighs, his thumbs tracing the softest circles along your skin. You had always wondered about Frank and what he would be like intimately. For a guy who could take down thirty men with his bare hands without batting an eye, he was incredibly gentle. His touch was delicate and reassuring, like he was afraid he might break you, but wanted you to know he was there. Matt wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you tightly against his chest, his other brushing your hair off your shoulder as he kissed your neck softly. He was more like what you had expected. Dominant and possessive, like he had something to prove. Whether that was to you or himself, you werenât sure. Maybe it was both. He wanted you to know you were at his mercy, and that you belonged to him. Well, him and Frank.Â
The only exception to all of Mattâs rules seemed to be Frank now that you thought about it. He was willing to ignore his own moral compass and religious teachings in certain situations involving Frank. He came to Frankâs defense constantly, even if he knew he was in the wrong and would personally give him shit about his choices later. He relinquished control earlier in the living room and followed every single one of Frankâs commands, something he would never do with anyone else. Frank seemed to be the only person Matt willingly submitted to. And despite his overprotective nature, he was sharing you with Frank. Matt seemed to be Frankâs own personal outlier as well. Frank always worked alone. He hated involving other people in what he did, not wanting to deal with the risks and consequences, and just another person in general. It was easier when all he had to worry about was himself. But he had no trouble dragging Matt into the flames at a moment's notice, and never hesitated to reach out to him for help or backup. No matter how much they fought, Frank always purposefully put himself between Matt and whatever threat was coming their way, even if it was just some drunk asshole in a bar trying to pick a fight he knew Matt could easily win. As much as they argued, Frank did actually listen to Matt most of the time, and Matt secretly took Frankâs advice when he knew he was right. They were both just too fucking stubborn to admit that to one another.
âNow who looks pretty on their knees, hm?â
âFrankie does.â
âTell him, angel. Tell him how pretty he looks on his knees for you.â
You reached your shaky hand out to cup Frankâs cheek, sighing softly at the way he nuzzled his face into your palm. His deep brown eyes were hooded with lust as he stared up at you lovingly, causing your heart to constrict in your chest. He really was beautiful, especially when he smiled. It had taken so long for Frank to open up to you, for you to get to see the happier and more carefree side of him, hear him crack jokes and his amazing laugh. It was always like witnessing some cosmic phenomena, and it made you feel incredibly lucky he wanted to share those parts of himself with you.
âLook so pretty, Frankie. So pretty.â
A lazy grin captured Frankâs lips as he looked at you, turning his head slightly to press a gentle kiss to your palm.
âThank ya, sweetheart. But I gotta agree with Red here. Ainât nothinâ as pretty as you.â
âTell me what you see, Frank. Describe her for me.â
Even though it was a demand, there was an echo of desperation in Mattâs voice. Frankâs eyes softened a little more as they flickered behind you to Mattâs face, the smile faltering on his lips, lingering only for a moment before he let his eyes trail over the expanse of your body. The look was so quick, you wouldâve missed it if you hadnât been paying attention.Â
âShe looks beautiful, Red. So goddamn beautiful. Let me show you.â
Frank spent the next few minutes describing you from head to toe in explicit detail like you were a piece of art on display in Mattâs lap. He gingerly wrapped his hand around Mattâs wrist, directing his fingers along every inch of your body in sync with his own words. Your heart swelled at how gentle Frank was being with Matt, and how much Matt trusted Frank with his own concealed vulnerability to guide him. You werenât sure if it was your own shuddering breaths or Mattâs that were echoing in your ears at the mix of both menâs hands tracing your skin. Frankâs gruff voice nestled between your thighs as he spoke, as if he was reciting poetry to create a clear picture in Mattâs head. You grabbed onto both of their wrists and squeezed gently, nearly on the verge of tears from how overwhelmed you felt by their shared affection for you and for each other. Mattâs voice was almost hoarse as he spoke quietly.
âThank you, Frank. Now show her how beautiful she is.âÂ
For the next hour and a half, Frank and Matt took turns on their knees with their heads buried in your needy cunt. They alternated spots, one pressed up against your back teasing your nipples and fondling your breasts with their mouth latched on your neck as they praised you while the other held your hips hostage against their face with your legs over their shoulders, using their skilled tongue to bring you to euphoria.Â
Frank took his time with you, slowly delving his tongue inside you over and over as his large nose continuously bumped against your clit. His grip was firm, but tender, letting you rock your hips against his face as much as you wanted as you tugged him impossibly closer by his dark tresses. He grunted every time you pulled at his grown out hair and the vibrations had your thighs quivering and sent your mind into a frenzy. He drew your orgasm out as long as he could, groaning against your core as he collected every single drop of the ambrosia that he wrung from you.Â
Matt tried so hard to take his time with you, but he was so overwhelmed by your scent and his own carnal desire that he couldnât help himself. He had Frank restrain your hands as he edged you, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he dug his fingertips into your skin. He sucked fervently on your clit, filling the bedroom with obscene slurping sounds as he devoured your pussy. Frank helped hold you in place so Matt could get what he wanted. Every time he could feel you about to come, Matt would slow down and give himself a moment to breathe before diving right back in. He didnât want it to be over so fast, but he also wasnât fully able to contain his own selfish need. He wouldâve stayed buried between your thighs all night if you let him.Â
Eventually Frank couldnât take your pleading cries of his and Mattâs names anymore and lightly slapped at the back of Mattâs head. When he went to pull away again, Frank grabbed a fistful of Mattâs hair and shoved his face right back into your cunt.
âCâmon Red, listen to her. Let her come. Youâve had your fill, you can come back for more later. She ainât goinâ nowhere. Let her have it.â
As you descended from your third orgasm of the night, your body felt completely spent. Your eyes felt heavy as you struggled to keep them open, not wanting to miss a second of this spectacle. If this was a one time thing, you wanted every part of it burned into your memory for later, because nothing would ever be as good as this. Frank shifted slightly behind you, and you felt the hardness of his cock brushing against your lower back. A slight gasp left your lips once you realized just how long both of them had been patiently waiting for their own attention. Matt had already been completely hard when he removed his suit, and you had felt the bulge in Frankâs jeans against your ass. A spark of energy jolted you awake as you were suddenly filled with the urge to have your own turn on your knees.Â
Frankâs grip tightened on your waist when he felt you move at the exact same time as Mattâs hands clamped down even harder on your thighs.
âWhere you goinâ, sweetheart?â
âIâŚwhat about you and Matty?â
âWhat about us, angel?â
âI wanna make you feel good too.â
âDonât worry âbout us, honey. Red here is finally gonna make it to heaven when you let him inside that pretty little pussy of yours.â
âAnd Frank is gonna be so fucking satisfied when he comes inside you, he might not be a complete asshole for an entire week.â
You tried your hardest to wiggle out of their grasps but it was no use. They were a lot stronger than you, and they werenât budging. You whined as they both chuckled at your pathetic attempt to escape them, seeking out the erect tent in their briefs with your needy hands.
âBut I wanna touchâŚI wanna taste you both, too. Please?â
âThis is sâposed to be about you, honey.â
âNo, thatâs not fair. This is for all of us, not just me. Itâs just as much for you and Matty. Isnât it? Donât you want my mouth, Frank?â
âFuckinâ hell sweetheart, course I do.â
âDonât you Matty?â
âIâd love nothing more than to fuck your mouth, angel. But Iâm afraid right now, Iâm way too fucking hard, and I wouldnât be able to last. I donât want to come unless itâs inside you.â
âI gotta side with Red on this one, darlinâ.â
âBut-â
Mattâs hand quickly wrapped around the base of your throat as he leaned in to capture your lips, cutting off your protest entirely. He applied just enough pressure to make your head spin, nipping lightly at your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue.
âNext time.â
Your eyes flew open, grabbing onto Mattâs wrist tightly as he loosened his grip on your neck. He was sitting up on his knees now so that you were face to face, a tender smile tugging lightly at the corners of his mouth. Blinking a few times, you turned your head so that you could look up at Frank.
âNext time?â
Frank glanced down at Matt before looking back at you, a shy smile taking over the left side of his mouth. He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, placing his hand at the base of your neck right below where Mattâs was.
âNext time.â
You immediately gave up on your protest and allowed Frank to pull your body up the bed as he moved backwards. You felt giddy with anticipation, your brain going completely haywire as both of their promises rang deafeningly in your ears.
Next time. There was going to be a next time.Â
âHow you feelinâ honey? Think you can give us one more?â
âYesâŚyes anything.â
Matt chuckled lowly at the desperation in your voice as he climbed onto the bed in front of you.
âSuch a good girl. Still taking care of us when itâs our turn to care for you. Tell you what, if you help me out of these, you can touch me. But you have to help Frank too. Can you do that for us, angel?â
âYes, God yes. Please MattyâŚlet me help.â
âAlright sweetheart, go ahead.â
Your nimble fingers dragged Mattâs briefs down his thighs as soon as he finished his sentence, causing you to gasp when his cock finally sprang free and slapped against his stomach. A quiet sigh of relief left his lips. The head was nearly as deep in maroon as his suit and leaking with desire. As you wrapped your hand delicately around the base of his impressive length, a louder declaration of appeasement slipped past Mattâs lips, jaw going slack and hips jolting forward when you swiped your thumb across the sensitive tip.Â
âFuck.â
âEasy darlinâ, Redâs sensitive. Heâs been waitinâ patiently this whole time like a good boy. Ainât he? Be good to him.â
Matt let out a quiet whimper, and you werenât sure if it was from Frankâs words or the way you were gently pumping your hand around his cock but it had your walls fluttering either way. You could tell Matt was doing everything he could to not fuck your hand, bottom lip caught between his teeth so hard blood pooled beneath the skin, hips stuttering ever so slightly in time with your movements. His face was a mix of lingering agony and pure pleasure and it piqued your curiosity about just how sensitive he was.
âAre you okay Matty? Do you want me to stop?â
âIâŚjust-shitâŚfuck that feels good. I-â
âMake him come, sweetheart.â
âFrank-â
âDonât be stubborn. Youâll be ready to go again in five minutes and you know it. Stop fuckinâ torturinâ yourself. Go ahead and give him your mouth, darlinâ.â
âBut thatâs not-â
âWould you just shut the hell up? You ever stop talkinâ? Consider it a goddamn peace offerinâ. I can wait. Iâm not as sensitive and overwhelmed as you. Just fuckinâ take what youâre given, shit. Youâre gonna come in two minutes anyway.â
âGod-fuckâŚfine. You get to fuck her first, then.â
âPleasure doinâ business with ya. Sweetheart, be a good girl and do as youâre told. Let Red have your mouth.â
You didnât need to be told twice. As soon as you parted your lips to take the head of Mattâs cock into your mouth, he was shoving himself down your throat. His hands frantically gripped onto your neck and the back of your head, holding your face in place as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. You opened your mouth as wide as you could and hollowed out your cheeks, wanting to provide him as much pleasure and satisfaction as he had given you. The moans and whines of appreciation that tumbled from his mouth were fucking music to your ears. He looked so beautiful above you, head thrown back in ecstasy and eyes squeezed shut in absolute content. A loud slap cut through Mattâs symphony of fulfillment and his eyes snapped open, slowing the pace of his hips considerably as his brows furrowed in confusion. It took a moment for you to realize that Frank had slapped one of Mattâs hands away from your face.
âSlow down, Matthew. I said use her mouth, not suffocate her. Ease up.â
Your stomach clenched at the hardened warning tone of Frankâs voice. It was also the first time you had ever heard him call Matt by anything other than his nickname for him. Something about it seemed so intimate, and it set your insides ablaze. Matt tipped his head down in your direction, clenching his jaw as he struggled to gain control of himself.
âFuckâŚsorry angel, Iâm-shitâŚGod just feels so fucking good. Your mouth is so warmâŚsoft. Shit- if this is what your mouth feels likeâŚGod-â
You hummed in response, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze and beginning to bob your head to signal for him to keep going. It only took a few more thrusts before warmth coated the back of your throat with a vengeance over and over as Matt finally climaxed. You thanked whatever God was listening that you got to witness the exquisite sight above you of Matt Murdock having an orgasm. It made butterflies erupt in your belly thinking about how soon youâd get to witness the exact same phenomena with Frank Castle.
Matt fell back onto his heels as his chest heaved, panting like he had just ran a fucking marathon. A swell of pride filled your chest as you swallowed every single drop he had offered you, a newfound wave of confidence settling in your veins at the sight of him disheveled before you knowing that you had done that to him. You had brought the Devil of Hellâs Kitchen to his knees and rendered him breathless. And you had no intention of stopping there.Â
All night, both of them had been trading control with each other, taking turns in making demands. You werenât in the mood to trade or take turns. You were in the mood to take.Â
As you turned around to face Frank who had a cocky smirk on his lips, you channeled all the power surging through you and shoved roughly at his chest until his back hit the mattress. His body bounced slightly from the impact, the arrogance long gone as his mouth fell open in surprise.
âTake those off.â
âSweetheart-â
âI said take them off, Frank. Be a good soldier and follow your orders.â
Frankâs jaw hung suspended in disbelief. His eyes widened at your command and his pupils dilated slightly. Shock was written clearly across his features, but he obeyed anyway. The second his briefs were down his thighs, your hand was wrapped firmly around his massive cock and he grunted lowly in response.
âYou both asked me what I wanted, didnât you?â
âYes but-â
âAnd I said I wanted to touch, didn't I? That I wanted a taste of my own?â
âBut we agreed-â
âI changed my mind. You both got to play. Itâs my turn. Youâd never deny me, would you, Frankie?â
âAngel, we all agreed-â
âShut up, Matthew. I wasnât speaking to you. I asked Frank. Frankie, baby?â
âFuck, course not.â
A cheshire grin split your lips as you slowly worked Frank over in your hand, reveling in the feeling of his velvet heaviness in your palm. His eyes were trained directly on you, watching your every movement. Besides his lust blown pupils and parted lips, he wasnât giving anything away. The man had been trained to withstand all kinds of torture with an impeccable poker face, but you werenât having any of that.
âGood. Youâre always so good to me, Frankie. Youâve treated me so well tonight, and I know you wanna keep doing that. Donât you? You wanna fuck me, donât you?â
âYes, sweetheart.â
âThen youâre gonna let me play. I canât have one of my boys taken care of, and not the other. Matthew gets a pass tonight. He was so worked up for so long, and we know itâs hard for him to keep control sometimes. But youâre very good at control, arenât you Frankie? Youâre gonna let me have what he wouldnât?â
âYeahâŚwhatever the hell you want.â
âGood boy. Matthew, sit next to Frank. No touching, just listen. You better be ready to go by the time Frank comes in my mouth. Do you understand?â
âYesâŚI understand.â
âThatâs my good boy. Youâve both made me so proud tonight. Getting along, taking turns, being so good to me, being so good to each other. When I get done with Frankie, weâre all going to get what we want. I canât wait to have you both. Iâve wanted both of you for so long. Just be patient a little longer, Matty. Let me take care of Frank. He hasnât gotten to come yet tonight, and thatâs not fair to him. Is it?â
Matt crawled around you towards the headboard, settling back against the pillows next to Frank as he stretched his legs out. His chest was still rising and falling rapidly, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes darted back and forth blankly. His cock was already half hard as he shook his head slowly, lightly fisting at the sheets beside him.
âNoâŚno it isnât. Let him. He deserves it.â
If you could take a picture with your eyes, you would frame the magnificent sight before you above your fucking bed. Frank and Matt, in all their nude glory, shoulder to shoulder beneath you, mouthwatering cocks standing at full alert waiting for your attention. It was impossible not to be filled with condescension when the two most powerful men in all of New York that could easily tear you apart with their bare hands were willingly submitting to your dictation.
Frank stared you down as you lowered yourself between his massive thighs, wrapping your lips around the swollen head of his cock to take into your mouth. He sucked in a deep breath, thighs tensing beside your head as you took him deeper. He was bigger than Matt, which was to be expected due to his stature, but you were determined to fit as much of him into your mouth as you could. You took your time at first, swirling your tongue around the tip slowly before sliding him back down against your tongue. You marveled at the shuddering breaths released from his mouth, but you wanted more.
âDonât be shy, Frankie. I wanna hear your pretty sounds too.â
It hadnât taken much to figure out Matt was the more vocal of the two, but you were adamant about breaking Frankâs composure. A quiet grunt sounded from him as you squeezed your hand around the section of him that wouldnât quite fit in your mouth.
âTell her how it feels, Frank.â
Matt sounded almost breathless as he spoke, and his eyes were wild with hunger as you glanced over at him.
âFeels good, sweetheart. Feels real damn good.â
âCâmon Frank, you can do better than that. Itâs just us. Let it out like I know you can.â
Mattâs words had a fresh wave of arousal slicking your inner thighs. You had so many fucking questions for them. There was clearly something here you were missing. Something they were keeping from you, and you desperately wanted to know everything. Frankâs eyes never left yours, and they were growing darker by the second as if something was brewing behind them. It made your stomach twist with anticipation. You flattened your tongue against the slit on his tip, sucking fervently on the head as your hand twisted around the rest of him. Frank groaned loudly as he weaved his fingers through your hair, giving it a gentle tug.
âThere you go. You can pull harder, she likes that. Donât you angel?â
You moaned in response around Frankâs cock, causing him to let out a heavy grunt as he pulled roughly at your roots. His hips had started to shift upwards in rhythm with your movements, and youâd let him do whatever he wanted as long as he kept making sounds like that.
âGoddamn. You know how to use that mouth, yeah? Shit-no wonder he came so fast.â
âJust think about how good the rest of her is gonna feel. How pretty does she look right now?â
âSo fuckinâ pretty. FuckâŚwish you could see her. Looks so goddamn good with those pretty lips wrapped âround our cocks. Wish we could trade eyes for a minute.â
Only Frank Castle and Matt Murdock were capable of saying such filthy words that also simultaneously warmed your heart. Mattâs lips curved upwards in a delicate smile composed of pure admiration, and it made you melt. You reached your hand out that wasnât working on Frank to grab onto one of Mattâs, lacing your fingers together and squeezing gently. Frank choked out a moan of surprise when you suddenly took him as deep as you could, feeling his tip brush against the back of your throat and holding him there for a minute until you had to come up for air.
âFuckinâ-shitâŚdo that again. Fuck pleaseâŚplease sweetheart.â
Bracing your palm against Frankâs thigh, you took him once again as deep into your throat as you could, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose. A cry of your name tore through Frankâs chest as he gripped roughly onto your hair, and all at once a steady stream of heat coated the back of your throat. Frank bucked his hips slightly as you swallowed around him, squeezing Mattâs hand tightly as Frank released himself from your mouth.
âFuck, I want next.â
âJesus Christ you insatiable bastard, you already had your goddamn turn.â
Matt threw his head back against one of the pillows as he burst into a howl of laughter, bracing his palm against his chest.
âThat was before I knew she could do that.â
âWell if you hadnât been so fuckinâ-â
âBoys, please. Weâre not finished here.â
âI need a minute, darlinâ. Think you just sucked the fuckinâ soul outta me, Jesus.â
Matt absolutely lost it, doubling over in a fit of laughter as your cheeks flamed with heat at Frankâs words. You couldnât help but giggle, trying to cover your mouth as Frank shot you an insincere glare coupled with a coveted smirk. You hadnât even noticed Matt had moved behind you until you felt his hands on your waist and the warmth of his breath on your neck.
âAlright, sweet girl. How about you and I start, hm? I bet Frank will be ready to go once he hears those pretty noises of yours. Besides, he likes to watch.â
A sudden gasp flew from your mouth as Matt guided you to straddle Frankâs hips, wondering how the hell he possibly knew that about Frank. God you were reeling with questions.
âI thought he was fucking me first?â
âThat was before he got to come. Heâs not left out anymore, is he?â
âIâŚno.â
âCastle?â
âGo ahead. Be with ya in a minute, sweetheart.â
Frank shot you a wink that wouldâve made you fall to your knees had you not already been on them. Matt placed his palm on your lower back, pushing gently so that you were bent over Frank slightly. Frank grabbed onto your hip with one hand, his other coming up to brush his thumb along your cheekbone slowly as he stared up into your eyes. The tenderness and desire in them was so dizzying, it was almost overwhelming. You gripped onto Frankâs shoulders as Matt carefully pushed the blunt head of his cock past your folds, gasping sharply at the slight burn of the stretch.
âShhâŚIâve got you. Just relax for me, sweetheart.â
Mattâs lips brushed delicately along the shell of your ear, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself. A slow moan cascaded from your mouth as he sank his entire length into you, his hand gripping tightly onto your other hip. Matt rested his forehead against your back for a moment once his hips were flush against your ass, an incredulous moan emitting from him.
âBreathe, honey. Heâs gonna take care of you, yeah? Ainât gonna hurt you.â
Frank grunted quietly as you dug your nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indentations as Matt fucked you slowly from behind. Matt had brought his other hand up to loosely wrap around your throat, pressing his front firmly to your back so there wasnât even a centimeter of space between you. Matt growled in your ear and it had you clenching around him tightly.Â
âFuck sweetheartâŚfeels even fucking better than I ever imagined. So warmâŚso tight. Take me so fucking well, angel. So fucking well.â
âMattyâŚâ
âYou can take Frank too, canât you?â
Your eyes flew open and you stared down at Frank almost in panic. Matt made you feel so deliciously full. You could feel every ridge and vein as his cock dragged along your walls. You stared down into Frankâs eyes anxiously, all your confidence from earlier seemingly evaporating from your pores. Frank smiled softly up at you, leaning in to brush his lips against yours.
âSâokay if you canât honey. If itâs too much, sâalright.â
Could you handle them both? The thought seemed ridiculous. Your body was designed to push out a small human, of course you could. But you were nervous. Your cunt had a vice grip on Matt, and Frank was bigger. It would burn, but God it would feel so good once that sting went away. You couldnât imagine having one without the other. Not anymore. You wanted them both.
âPlease FrankâŚI-I can. I can.â
Matt pressed his cheek against yours as his hand tightened slightly around your neck, digging his fingers a little harder into your hip.
âThatâs our girl.â
Frank searched your eyes for any hesitation. He pushed your legs further apart with one of his knees, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing the head against your clit a few times. Your body jolted forward at the sensation and Matt groaned loudly in your ear.Â
âGonna have to move her a bit.â
âHere.â
Matt pressed his hand against your back until you were laying flat against Frankâs chest, putting his knees on either side of Frankâs. He grabbed onto your hips firmly, raising them a bit so that your back was arched slightly and your ass was pressed against his lower abdomen. Frank gripped onto your waist, pressing his forehead against yours as he positioned himself beneath you.
âDeep breath, sweetheart.â
As Frank pushed the head of his cock through your folds to join Matt, your mouth dropped completely open. Matt stilled behind you as Frank eased his entire length into you inch by spectacular inch. Your mouth still hung open, but you couldnât make a sound. Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head, and you had to squeeze them shut as you tried to remember how to breathe. A burning sensation seared between your thighs as they both stretched you apart from the inside. It felt like they were fucking splitting you in half. It was almost too much. Mattâs fingers loosened around your throat and his deep voice echoed in your ears.
âBreathe, angel. Let us know when we can move. Take your time.â
You sucked in a gasp of oxygen like you had just emerged from the pits of the ocean. They were everywhere. You could hardly tell where one of you ended and the other began. Frank leaned in to kiss you softly, cradling your face in his large hand. Matt once again slipped his hand between you and Frank, carefully tracing circles over your clit to combat the pain with pleasure. You had never felt so full. So content. So loved.
One of your hands reached behind you to grab onto Mattâs neck as your other gripped onto Frankâs shoulder. You experimentally tried rocking your hips, crying out from the sting of the stretch and the jolts of pleasure that followed.
âGodâŚpleaseâŚpleaseâŚâ
Matt and Frank started to move their hips in tandem slowly, keeping an intricate pace as you adjusted to having both of them inside you. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You slowly felt your muscles begin to relax as the tension dissipated, your body feeling looser as pleasure began to overtake the pain.Â
âHowâs that feel, sweetheart?â
âSo fucking good, Frankie.â
Frankâs lips stretched into a proud grin as he brushed his nose against yours, holding your face in his large hand.
âKnew you could, honey. Didnât we?â
âWe knew youâd take us so well, angel.â
Matt pulled back slightly as he felt you getting more comfortable, and your body accommodating them both more easily. He situated himself on his knees behind you, gripping onto your waist tightly.
âNow, ride him while I fuck you.â
Without warning, Matt started snapping his hips against your ass as he drilled into you from behind. A strangled moan of surprise bellowed from your chest, and Frank reached out to grip your waist to hold you steady. You braced your palms flat against his broad chest, whining loudly as Matt pistoned relentlessly inside you. His hand came down hard against your ass and he growled in your ear.
âI said ride him.â
âYou heard him. Câmon sweetheart, take whatâs yours. Make yourself come on my cock. Show us what a good girl you can be.â
You had half expected Frank to come to your defense like he had throughout the night, but it was like you were back on the roof. Frank was backing Matt, and you had an overwhelming desire to please them both. Gripping onto his shoulders, you began to rock your hips back and forth against his quickly, struggling to find your rhythm with the way Matt was fucking you roughly.
âMattyâŚpleaseâŚâ
âMove with me, angel. You can do it. Come on, make us proud.â
Frank held onto your waist with one hand and folded his other arm behind his head, staring up at you with the biggest grin on his lips. He was barely moving his hips, letting you do whatever you wanted above him. Matt was right. He did like to watch. He had been letting you and Matt take control for the most part, and right now all you wanted him to do was lose it.
âPlease FrankieâŚplease fuck me. Please fuck me like MattyâŚpleaseâŚI need your help. Can you fuck me like him?â
Frankâs eyes darkened considerably at your words, and you could hear Matt snickering darkly behind you. Maybe you were wrong about Matt and Frank. Maybe Matt was the one that didnât hide what he was. Maybe Frank was. Matt hadnât held back once this entire night, but Frank certainly had. Maybe you didnât know Frank as well as you thought you did. Maybe there was a part of himself he was concealing. Whatever it was, Matt clearly knew what you were in for better than you did.
âCome on, Frank. She wants to play with the Devil and the Punisher. Let her have it. Sheâs a big girl, she can handle it. We said weâd ruin her, so help me ruin her.â
Your heart pounded so quickly in your chest you thought it was gonna give out. Frank wasnât smiling, he was smirking. But it wasnât the crooked mischievous one you had come to love. NoâŚthis one was sinister, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
âAlright, sweetheart. You asked for it. And whatever you want, you get.â
Frank gripped roughly onto your waist to lift your hips before he began to snap his own upwards against yours at an almost inhuman pace. A scream flew from your mouth as he fucked up into you roughly in perfect harmony with Matt who was repeatedly railing into your from behind. You couldnât form words. The sounds coming from you were downright pornographic and salacious and barely coherent. You grabbed onto his forearms for support and dug your nails so deep into his skin you were shocked you hadn't drawn blood. All you could do was hang on as Frank and Matt did exactly what they promised; they absolutely fucking wrecked you.
The grunts and moans coming from both of them were feral and almost animalistic, tearing from the most primal depths of their chests. They were both gripping and kneading at your flesh with such ferocity, like they couldnât feel enough of you. You were eager to see the marks they had left tomorrow morning. Frank repeated over and over how good you were, showering you in praise that starkly contrasted with the way he was fucking you. Mattâs fingers never once left your throat, occasionally applying just enough pressure to make you lightheaded. He poured indecent and filthy words into your ear about how perfect you fit around his cock and how badly he wanted you to come so he could fuck you all over again.
It was beginning to be too much. You couldnât even hold yourself up on your knees anymore. The only reason you hadnât collapsed was because Frank still had you suspended above him.Â
âYou gonna come for us, sweetheart?â
âYeah she is. Any minute nowâŚright angel?â
You couldnât speak. Couldnât even nod. All you could do was hang on and fall further and further into Matt Murdock and Frank Castle. Matt chuckled lowly as he pulled your head back against his chest by your neck, brushing his nose along your cheekbone as he inhaled your scent.
âThink weâre fucking her too good, Frank. She canât even talk.â
âGoddamn if you could see how she looks right now, Red. Sâalright pretty girl, we got ya. Go on and make a fuckinâ mess on us. Donât you dare hold back, yeah?â
âHold her steady like that Frank. I got her.â
The second Mattâs finger made contact with your clit, you combusted. Your pussy clenched so hard around both of them that it almost hurt. A blinding supernova exploded behind your eyelids and your body suddenly became a live wire, convulsing with every tiny spark of touch. Your lungs burned as you struggled to breathe and all at once you felt like you were floating and made of lead. The distant echo of Matt loudly moaning out your name and Frank howling deeply for you rang in your ears. Your heart fluttered at the thought of your insides being turned into a breathtaking mosaic as the two men you loved most in this world painted you with the most intimate parts of themselves.Â
There was an irrefutable peace that settled in your bones once your body stopped shuddering. It felt like you were floating in the middle of the ocean. All the noises around you were jumbled, like your head was underwater. You could just barely make out two voices calling your name. The midnight sky above you was suddenly flashing neon purple and blue, and the twinkling constellations drifting around in front of you morphed into two sets of eyes swirling with deep hazel and dark cocoa.Â
âThere she is. Had us worried there for a bit, sweetheart.â
Frankâs voice was clear in your ears now. As you blinked the haziness away, both him and Matt finally came back into view. The light from the billboard outside Mattâs apartment was projecting a kaleidoscope of violet and cobalt on the ceiling. You had no idea how long you had been incoherent, but the expression on both of their faces and Frankâs words had you blushing profusely.Â
âHi.â
Your voice was hoarse as you spoke. It didnât even sound like it belonged to you. Both of them exchanged a knowing glance, Mattâs mouth splitting into a wide dimple showcasing grin as he chuckled.
âHi pretty girl.â
âYou alright? Was that too much?â
âIâm amazing. That wasâŚperfect.â
âHell, I think we can all agree on that. We were worried you werenât cominâ back to us for a minute there though.â
âIâd never leave you two. Iâll always come back. Promise.â
âFrank, could you grab her a glass of water?â
âSure thing, Red.â
A tender smile spread across your lips at the way Frank squeezed Mattâs shoulder before making his way out of the bedroom. Matt tilted his head in your direction, eyes fixated almost on yours as he smiled in response. His hand came out to gently cup your face, brushing his thumb lightly along your cheekbone.Â
âWhere did you go?â
âWhat?â
âWe did lose you there for a few minutes. We kept saying your name, but you were somewhere else. Where did you go?â
âThe stars. Another universe, I think.â
Matt laughed out loud as his grin stretched even further over his mouth, moving to lay beside you as he propped his head up on his other hand.
âWe missed you.â
âI found my way back as soon as I could.â
This was the most at peace you thought you had ever seen Matt Murdock look. His hair was disheveled and out of place and his cheeks were lightly twinged pink, but the smile that graced his mouth was absolutely blinding. He lookedâŚhappy. Genuinely happy. You couldnât help but surge forward and capture his lips in a deep kiss. You could feel his smile against your mouth and the warmth of his skin as his hand settled on your waist.Â
âRound 2 already? Shouldnât we wait for Frank?â
âI love you, Matty.â
Mattâs smile faltered only for a second, his eyes widening at your confession. His lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. The bed dipped behind you, and you turned your head to see Frankâs gaze shifting between you and Matt.Â
âI think you broke him. Whatâd I miss?â
âI love you, Frankie.â
Frank stilled momentarily, swallowing thickly as he brought the glass of water to your lips and placed his hand on the back of your neck as you gulped generously.Â
âSweetheart-â
âWaitâŚjust, let me speak. I mean it. I love both of you. I think I always have I justâŚif this is a one time thing, thatâs okay. I just wanted you both to know. Tonight meant the world to me. Iâve never felt soâŚhappy. No oneâs ever treated me so well as you two have andâŚI really do love when you two get along. I hope thatâs not part of this âone time dealâ thing. So, Matt MurdockâŚFrank CastleâŚI love you. Both of you. If tomorrow morning you both decide you want to act like this never happened-â
âThe hell you talkinâ about? Didnât we say thereâd be a next time?â
âWellâŚyeah but that was-â
âAngel, this isnât a one time thing. I donât know about Frank, but I canât go back to before. Not after Iâve finally had you. It's not a one time thing for me.â
âIt ainât for me either.â
Silence hung heavy in the air after the weight of your confession settled. You suddenly felt self conscious about what you had just admitted, and the urge to run away had your fingers twitching at your sides. Matt tenderly wrapped his hand around your wrist, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he stared in your direction.
âI love you, angel.â
Frank slipped into bed beside you, draping his arm lazily over your waist as he brushed his nose along your jawline and pressed a soft kiss to the edge of your mouth.Â
âAnd I love you, sweetheart.â
Your eyes darted frantically between the two of them, still trying to wrap your head around all of the events that had transpired tonight.Â
âSoâŚwhat now?â
âI donât know âbout you two, but Iâm fuckinâ exhausted. I say we get some sleep.â
âFrankâs right. Itâs been a long night. Letâs get some rest. We can talk in the morning.â
âIâm sorryâŚdid you justâŚsay Frank was right?â
âDonât start. Iâm too tired to put you in your place, and I donât think you can handle any more than what weâve already given you.âÂ
Mattâs tone submissed you into complete silence. Frank chuckled lowly beside you, and you caught his smirk as you met his gaze. He gave a light shrug of his shoulders as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
âHe may be tired but he ainât bluffinâ. If thereâs anything he can do better than take a beatinâ itâs give one. I suggest you behave, sweetheart.â
You closed your eyes for a second as you pressed your thighs together, and Matt groaned loudly beside you. Frank laughed as he pulled the covers over the three of you, snuggling close into your backside as Matt pulled your leg over his waist to get you as close as possible to his chest. For several minutes, you all laid there in comfortable silence, enjoying the feeling of Matt and Frankâs warmth against your skin and the sound of their steady breathing with a promise of more bliss tomorrow.Â
âGoddamn, you werenât kiddinâ about that fuckinâ billboard. You ainât ever thought to get some curtains?â
âWhy would I have a use for curtains, Frank?â
A loud laugh escaped your mouth at Mattâs deadpan before you had a chance to stop it, and Frankâs hand suddenly clamped over your mouth.
âObviously they ainât for you, shithead. What about us?â
âFine. Weâll look at curtains tomorrow. Happy?â
âFuckinâ peachy.â
Thirty seconds. You had thirty seconds of more comfortable silence before they were back at it.
âYouâre fucking joking, right? I mean you can sleep through bullets and explosions and the desert sun, but a billboard is where you draw the line?âÂ
âItâs right there in the goddamn window, Matthew. For fucks sake, you got a fuckinâ rave goinâ on right now. It might not bother you-â
âWell obviously it canât bother me Frank-â
âBoys, please. Frankie, youâve literally slept in far worse conditions. MattyâŚit is a bit much. We can deal with it tomorrow. Can we please go back to you two being nice to each other and cuddling?â Both of them grunted halfheartedly in response, but it made you smile nonetheless. Because they were your boys. Yours. And no matter how much they drove you, and each other, absolutely crazy, it was all out of love. You loved them. They loved you. Nothing else really mattered.
Iâm honestly speechless⌠the way I had to get up and do multiple laps around my room bc I couldnât handle it. Iâm sweating and not bc it was 40°c today đĽľ
Hey I have a Dark Matt x reader smut request.
Matt comes back from patrol and relieves his stress with reader but is rough and reader has bruises everywhere the next day when he notices the bruises he has a guilty conscience.
hello love! thank you so much for the request! I hope this is close to what you were looking for. â¤ď¸
psa this req does include explicit sexual content, minors please dni.
marks.
Dainty patches of violet and navy had begun to bloom on various patches of your skin. Along the column of your throat, down your arms, across your thighs. Mattâs fingerprints were embedded on your hips as if heâd stamped them with ink. You could even make out the perfect outline of his palm on your ass. Heâd left various marks with his teeth on your collarbones, shoulders, and several across your neck, causing varying hues of maroon to rise to the surface. Last night had beenâŚintense.
Roughness was not essentially new between you and Matt. Some nights when he came home from patrol, he was too amped up to even attempt to wind down. He only found calm in the release that you granted him with your body. Only after he channeled all that excess energy into bringing you both several rounds of pleasure was he finally spent enough to find peace in sleep beside you. You never really minded. Sometimes you even craved it. Making love to Matt Murdock, or even playful sex with him was one thing. But being fucked by the Devil of Hellâs Kitchen? That was a whole other realm of rapture. It made your heart swell with pride and excitement that you were his calm amongst the chaos; that you could subdue the devil with the portal to heaven between your thighs. But last night had beenâŚdifferent.
It started off normal. Matt slowly descended the stairs as he pulled off his gloves, a seductive smirk on his sinful lips as he took note of the way your heart rate increased with every step he took. You could tell by the look on his face what he wanted, and God if you werenât ready to let him take it. Matt had been staying out extra late this past week, and you had missed him terribly. It had felt like an eternity since heâd last touched you. He wasted no time capturing your mouth, letting his hands roam all over the parts of you that werenât covered by his shirt and then slipping them underneath to feel the rest of you. Everything seemed to be normal until he had you pinned beneath him on the mattress, and then it was like something inside him snapped.
Mattâs kisses became more rushed and forceful, almost bruising. He bit down on your bottom lip so hard, you swore heâd drawn blood and could taste the metallic tang on your tongue. His grip on your waist was rough, fingers digging into your flesh like blunt daggers. He had you completely trapped beneath his body, surrendered to his mercy, both of your hands imprisoned above your head in one of his as he fucked you at a brutal pace. The coarse growls that sounded in your ear sent shivers down your spine, but it was nothing compared to the feral look in his eyes. The normal golden honey had been eclipsed by onyx, and it felt like you were staring up at his devil mask rather than him. You couldnât hardly recognize the face above you.
âWhoâs pussy is this, huh? Whoâs fucking pussy is this?â
âY-yours.â
âLouder.â
âYoursâŚâ
âSay it, louder.â
âYours!â
Something about it felt off. You wanted to say something, but you couldnât find your voice. He flipped you over without warning, and before you had a chance to feel the sting of his withdrawal, Matt was burying himself inside you to the hilt. He roughly shoved your face down into the pillows and set a brutal pace behind you. Your body jolted forward with every powerful snap of his hips, and every harsh slap of his palm against your ass. Matt reached forward and captured one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, squeezing so hard it caused you to yelp.Â
âAh..Matt!â
âThatâs it, let everyone know whoâs fucking you this good. Let everyone fucking know.â
Matt fucked you mercilessly, but you werenât enjoying it like you normally did. Something didnât feel right. It felt like he was mad at you for something, like he was punishing you for something you werenât aware of. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt his pace getting sloppy, the guttural grunts behind you letting you know he was close. Matt let out a loud, animalistic groan as he came and it made you shudder. Your legs gave out when he released your hips and you fell onto your side on the mattress, curling up into yourself. Matt panted as he laid beside you, resting his hand on your waist.
âFuckâŚsorry, I couldnât hold it. Give me a second and Iâll help you finish.â
âN-no, you donât have to.â
âYou sure? You didnât-â
âItâs okay. Iâm really tired. Letâs just go to bed.â
You felt Matt tense up behind you, and you wondered if he realized just how rough heâd been. He silently wrapped his arm tightly around your waist and pulled you back against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck and pressing a soft kiss to your skin. All night you laid there in his embrace trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. If he was mad at you, why was he cuddling you? Wouldnât he have said something? What would he even be mad about? What had you done? You racked your brain tirelessly for an answer, but nothing came to mind.Â
You could hear Matt cooking in the kitchen when you woke up. For a minute you thought maybe you had been wrong last night. Maybe you had read everything wrong. Maybe you were reading into things too much. But then you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Matt had certainly left marks on you before, but never anything like this. You nervously ran your fingers through your hair as you tried to figure out how to approach this. A light grasp on your arm had you flinching, and you turned just in time to catch the smile on Mattâs face drop into a pit of worry.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â
Matt sighed as he took a step closer, taking one of your hands into his.
âSweetheart, donât do that. You know I can tell when youâre lying.â
âIâm justâŚsore. Thatâs all.â
âSweetheart-â
The hiss that escaped your mouth when Matt touched your shoulder had him freezing immediately. He tilted his head to the side slightly, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as his eyes darted blankly back and forth. Your heart started to race once you realized what he was doing.
âMatt-â
It was too late. His eyes widened in horror as he took in the state of your body. You sighed softly as you reached out to place your hand against his bare chest.
âItâs not that bad.â
âNot that bad? Y/N youâre covered inâŚfuck. Why didnât you say anything?â
âIâm okay, Matty. It doesnât hurt-â
âDonât lie to me. If it didnât hurt, you wouldnât flinch when I touch you.â
âItâs just sore, thatâs all. Iâm okay. I just-â
Matt tried to fixate his gaze where your eyes were, his chest rising and falling a little quicker as he waited for your response.
âJust what?â
âIâŚare you mad at me?â
Mattâs eyebrows rose to the center of his forehead, staring at you incredulously as a dry scoff escaped his mouth.
âAm I mad at you? Are you-why would you ask me that?â
âBecause thatâs what it felt like, Matt.â
Mattâs mouth hung open for a second as he studied you, taking a cautious step forward and lightly wrapping his arm around your waist.
âWhat do you mean?â
âLast nightâŚitâŚit felt like you were mad at me for something.â
âWhat? NoâŚno sweetheart, of course not. Why would I be mad at you?â
âI donât know, thatâs what I couldnât figure out. You know I-I donât mind when youâreâŚlast night justâŚit felt different. I donât know-I justâŚâ
âWas it too much?â
You hated the somber look on Mattâs face right now. You hated the guilt you heard dripping from his voice.Â
âIt wasâŚjustâŚnot what I was expecting. I mean, did something happen? Were you upset about something? It didnât seem like it when you came homeâŚbut I-I donât know. Maybe I missed it.â
âYou didnât miss anything. Nothing happened. I wasnât upset. I guess IâŚI lost controlâ.
Matt dropped his arm from around your waist and took a few steps backward, leaning against the bathroom counter as he nibbled at his bottom lip. He exhaled deeply as he rubbed his palms against his face.
âIâm so sorry, sweetheart. I didnât mean to-â
âNo. No, I-maybe IâŚmaybe it was me. Maybe IâŚI donât know. Maybe I thought I was in the mood for that, and I wasnât.â
âI shouldâve checked in with you first.â
âYou did, Matty. I wanted to, okay? God I really wanted to. I donât know what happened. I donât know why it felt different, it justâŚI donât know.â
âI pushed you too far. Itâs my fault. I shouldâve paid more attention last night. I shouldâve caught thatâŚthat it was too much. I shouldâve realized when you told me you didnât want me to-Iâm sorry.â
You cupped Mattâs face in your hands and brought his head down to press your forehead against his, lightly stroking your thumbs along his cheek bones.
âHey, I know you would never intentionally hurt me. I know that. Maybe you lost control, maybe I was in a weird headspace. I donât know. But either way, I know that and I trust you. I love you, Matty. Itâs okay.â
âI love you, Y/N. So much. Iâm so sorry-â
âI know. Iâm sorry I didnât say anything. I justâŚwasnât sure what was happening.â
Matt sighed deeply as he gently wrapped his arms around your waist and held you against his chest.
âIt wonât happen again. I promise.â
âMatty, I donât mind when you leave marks. You know that.â
âNot like this. Not again.â
You shook your head slowly as you lightly trailed your thumb along Mattâs bottom lip.
âMatty, baby, I donât mind them. Yes Iâm a little sore, but thatâs not why I was upset. I was worried Iâd done something to upset you-â
âAnd that I took it out on you, like this. That doesnât make me feel better.â
You sighed softly as you tilted your head back to look up at him, knowing this was a battle you were not winning anytime soon.
âWe have got to do something about that Catholic guilt of yours.â
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Mattâs mouth, shaking his head slowly as he nudged your nose with his own.
âGood luck. No oneâs found a cure for over two thousand years.â
âHm. Well, I bet D doesnât feel guilty about having his fun.â
âThatâs because heâs kind of a dick.â
âBut so much fun to play with.â
Matt arched one of his brows at your seductive tone, pushing lightly at your waist to put space between the two of you.
âNo.â
âAw câmon, Matty-â
âAbsolutely not. Come eat your breakfast.â
âBut-â
âDo as I say, or Iâm not letting him out to play again.â
âYou donât have that kind of self control.â
âOh, youâd be surprised what I can commit to sweetheart.â
There was a taunting smirk on Mattâs lips and a flame of challenge flickering in his eyes. If thereâs one thing Matthew Murdock was good at, itâs being fucking stubborn. You grumbled as you brushed past him, huffing as he chuckled deeply behind you.
âGood girl.â
feral Matt is justâŚ. ugh⌠delicious. thankyou for this gift queen
Just Elektra things
DEVIL vs DEVIL
DAREDEVIL 3x10 | dir. Alex Garcia Lopez
đˇ cephista | Instagram post | hat tip Daily T & K
andrew garfield saying, âi hope this grief stays with me because itâs all the unexpressed love that i didnât get to tell herâ about his mothers passing is so gut wrenchingly beautiful because we rarely talk about the love we want to express but canât, not because youâre not brave enough to say it out loud but because theyâre not here to listen to it anymore. calling grief the love you never had the chance to share makes it less of a burden and more of something you want to keep and not something terrible you want to move on from. i love love how everything about grief always comes down to âwhat is grief if not love persevering?â
no one can tell me this isnât college Matt and Foggy
Text Posts: Matt Is Tiredáľá´š edition
saving all of these bc its exam season
heâs a weird little guy
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the fact that everyone likes this silly little redraw warms my heart


