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Daredevil fanweek day 7- free day Tumblr text posts pt.1/?
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Am I really going to dip into making comic pages? Apparently.
Caption: Fanmade comic page. Panel one showing the lower portion of Frank’s face in profile. Matt’s hand reaching out for him, but he’s stopped him mid motion, hand tight around Matt’s wrist. Frank: “I’m not much to look at, Red.” Panel two shows the lower portion of Matt’s face, smiling. Matt: “I’m the lawyer here, Frank. Let me be the judge of that.” Panel three and four are split, showing the left side of Frank’s face, one panel the upper half, one the lower. Matt’s fingers are first tracing Frank’s brow, then his mouth. Frank: “So? Verdict?” Last panel shows them kissing, hands clasped around each other’s cheeks. Matt: “Hmm, afraid you’re guilty, Mister Castle. Luckily, I’m blin...”
For the prompt “The Fights” for Saturday for @daredevilexchange’s 2022. It’s one way to settle an argument, I guess...
🥊 Christmas Sparring 🥊
Relationship: Frank Castle x Matt Murdock Fandom: The Punisher/Daredevil Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5795 Additional tags: established relationship (sort of) – sparring – fighting as foreplay – smut – porn with feelings – some fluff Summary: Frank unexpectedly comes by Matt's place on Christmas Eve, bringing a gift that leads to some fun sparring and… more fun. Prompt: The fights
This is my contribution for the @daredevilexchange.
To say that Matt had been surprised to find Frank at his door on Christmas Eve would have been putting it mildly.
He’d recognized Frank’s heartbeat and distinctive scent from downstairs, but thought that he was mistaken; why would Frank show up tonight? Although they’ve been seeing each other for months, neither had brought up the topic of Christmas, and even less spending it together. As much as Matt likes Frank – and he knows that Frank feels the same way – he’d thought that this would be too much for either of them. They are both used to being solitary.
“Sorry to come by unannounced.” Frank had ducked his head as he’d spoken before scratching the back of his head uncomfortably while holding a bag in his other hand.
Matt had only shaken his head, bemused, and waved Frank in.
“Karen said that you wouldn’t be goin’ anywhere and-”
“So you thought I’d need company?” Matt had cut in, tone heavy with sarcasm. This wasn’t some pity thing, surely.
Karen was spending time with her family, while Foggy went to visit Marci’s parents. Matt doesn’t mind spending Christmas alone; he has done so for years, only going to church on Christmas day for mass.
Frank had shaken his head before shrugging dismissively, but Matt had been able to detect some nervousness inside the other man.
“Do you need company?” Matt had continued, confused by Frank’s behavior. The ex-Marine had always been harder to read for Matt compared to other people, so the fact that Matt had been able to detect the restlessness so easily had been weird in and of itself.
Frank had shrugged again, opened his mouth to say something, stopped again and then sighed deeply.
“You know what? Never mind. Guess it was a bad idea. I’ll just leave,” he’d finally said, already turning on his heels before Matt had been able to say anything in reply.
Matt had practically lunged forward to grab Frank’s arm, now even more confused.
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Dividers by @firefly-graphics
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Despite the bitterness of the February frost working its way in through the draft underneath the door, Matt’s skin runs hot, feverish even. It’s not that he’s sick, no. That he could deal with. This is something else entirely. Something decidedly much, much worse.
Because, for a reason he can’t quite fathom, Matt Murdock is relentlessly and unequivocally, horny.
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(Written for the @daredevilexchange 2022, New Year Fanweek. Day 4: The Mood)
Basically 5000 words of porn.
@daredevilexchange fabweek d2 season
[ID: four snowmans in a snowed background, from left to right, the first is holding a baton, has two lumps as horns and is wearing red glasses. The second one is crossing arms,wearing a purple scarf and a black jacket and has an annoyed expression formed by eyes made of dots and a line over them. The third one is wearing a black hoodie and has the inside yellow, is lifting the right arm, has two separate dots as eyes and at difference of the rest is taller by being formed with three levels while the others have a ovalistic base and a round head. For last, the fourth is wearing a yellow mask that is covering the upper half of the head. End ID]
@daredevilexchange day 1: the city
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Daredevil (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Matt Murdock Additional Tags: Character Study, POV Matt Murdock, Present Tense Summary:
Sometimes it sings to him, a song only he can hear.
For DDE 2022 NY Fanweek Day 1: The City
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[shows up to @daredevilexchange‘s fanweek 15 minutes late with Starbucks]
DDE FANWEEK 2022 Day One
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Prompt: City
Relationship: Gen
Summary: “You ever think about leaving, Red?”
Frank’s voice is loud right next to him after so many hours of simply listening to the distant noises of the city. It’s quiet tonight—well, quiet as in a lack of crime not lack of noise—and he and the punisher of all people have found themselves on the same roof in the middle of Hell’s Kitchen. It seems even vigilantes need company sometimes, and tonight they hadn’t needed to speak to inexplicably understand the temporary truce—Frank isn’t going to go on a killing spree and Matt isn’t going to try to turn him into the cops.
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