a/n: she finally did it....all her fratt fics in one place!!! none of these necessarily happen in the same universe, or chronologically! they're little glimpses into f!reader's life with frank and matt OR matt/frank alone. you can find my individual f!reader x frank and f!reader x matt fics on my masterlist :)
f!Reader x Fratt:
Tease Me Before You Please Me ❤️🔥
Play Time ❤️🔥
Show Me How Much You Missed Me ❤️🔥
Favorite Kind of Trouble ❤️🔥
Bad Dreams (Hold Me Closer) ❤️🔥❤️🩹
An Unexpected Delight ❤️🔥
Small Bump ❤️❤️🩹
Betrayals & Apologies ❤️❤️🩹❤️🔥
Spelling out I Love You ❤️
I Want Your Girlfriend to be My Girlfriend Too ❤️❤️🔥
Need a Fratt fic where Matt is jealous of Karen and Frank, because he thinks they might be dating. And everybody assumes it’s cause he still has a thing for karen, but in reality he has a thing for Frank.
I went nuts here 🤷♀️ I was sick and refused to use the prompt in the expected way or edit my smut. So heavily medicated me said hold my NyQuil and pills and boom, this thing manifested in my docs at some point between Friday - Wednesday 😂
Pre-canon, different first meeting, Daredevil 2 (TV) side along then canon divergence AU. 🥹🥲 Weird right?
@frattweek Day 3 - Rope
⬇️ me waking up to a 9 chapter story and Frank's vibe the whole dang time 😬🤭 Mood boo. ☠️💀
Title: Take This Soul and Carry It Home
Rated: E
Ship: Matt Murdock/Frank Castle
Warnings: None
Summary: Frank has come a long way in life. It’s been a tiresome struggle from the time he was a kid up until the very end, or what he thinks is the end he is finally ready for. Matt knew from the first time he met the guy, that it was just the beginning though. Although he thought that meant just for himself for far longer than a summer, but God works in funny ways. Sending a lonesome soul, straight back into the devil’s soothing arms over a decade later for them to find their way together.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He hadn't heard anything, far too distracted and unfocused to notice that someone was in the apartment. Matt's head whips round in the direction of the voice. A grizzled and tired grumble, with the smallest hint of amusement woven through the question.
Frank's voice.
Matt groans, shifting on the couch as the realisation that Frank is here and safe and home sinks in. He tries to hide in the big hood of the garment in question, tugging at the sides as he can't stop his body from reacting with some embarrassment. It's Frank's hoodie. It barely even smells like him anymore.
"because it's cold." Matt replies, not willing to face up to the large figure leaning over him. He can feel the warmth of Frank's body, smell the coolness off the night's air still sticking to him, underneath that the light sweat built up from whatever questionable shit he'd been doing before he got here. Matt's holding his breath, trying not to inhale too deeply. If he does he knows it's over. That's the power that the hoodie he's wearing used to hold.
Frank scoffs, still holding himself above him, studying Matt like a bug. "Yeah, it ain't too warm out there, true. But see--" Frank leans in, closer. Matt knows he's doing this on purpose, knows how tight he's wound when he's been away, and how Frank loves to just keep testing until he gets the reaction he wants.
"--I don't think that's the real reason."
Matt sets his teeth together. The heat from Frank's body, the way his chest moves as he's talking, breathing- the sound of his heartbeat is like thunder in his ears. A flush of heat creeps over his skin. Matt's shirtless under the hoodie, the zip pulled almost midway down his chest making it obvious. He can feel Frank's eyes on him, dragging slow up and down Matt's body as he's trapped, like prey.
He licks at his dry lips knowing Frank is watching everything, chest rising and falling as he tries to remember how this works, how they dance. The truth is he doesn't need to remember, his body knows.
"Frank-" it's almost a moan the way Matt says it, an acknowledgement of defeat, or more like surrender. Frank's mouth is turned up in a grin. He can feel it, feel the tension, tighter and tighter, he can almost hear how that invisible leash holding Frank back strains with the effort of it's task.
"C'mon Red, just say it." The way Frank almost purrs the words out makes Matt's skin fizz. He could break free, flip the roles and tackle the man to the floor it he wanted to. Frank likes that, sometimes. But it's Matt who is pinned, feeling so exposed even though he's fully clothed (although perhaps for not for much longer), and he likes that- but only with Frank. Noone else holds that level of command, of trust.
A knee slides up, finding a snug home between Matt's legs. He swallows, chest heaving. he's sweating now, the soft sheen of it visible all the way down to his collarbones as he tilts his head back to bare his neck.
"fuck, so pretty like this."
Those words pull the pin and Matt grinds his hips up hard against the other man's leg, whining with frustration along as well as the rough, raw sensation of his cock rubbing through his sweatpants and against the jeans Frank's wearing. There's already a damp spot spreading through the fabric.
Frank shifts the knee back. "Ah-ah," he teases, his eyes fire watching Matt biting into his pillowy bottom lip, making it redden. He takes hold of the zipper pull, dragging it down with an aching slowness as Matt is now almost panting with the effort of staying put.
"Just say it," Frank says, in a mocking way that makes Matt shiver as he leans in closer, lips kissing the exposed skin of Matt's torso as the hoodie fall away to his sides.
"wanna hear it." Frank's voice is almost as whisper and Matt's body arches with a soft groan as he curls his fingers around the waistband of his pants and boxers, easing them down and following the newly exposed skin with his mouth.
"I- I-" Matt tries, screwing his eyes shut and gasping as Frank takes his dribbling cock in his fist.
"last chance." Frank warns, although Matt is about the explode at the feel of Frank's breath ghosting over him.
"Fuck! Hngh- oh god Frank, I missed you-"
"Mm, that's what I thought." Frank says before taking Matt in his mouth entirely, holding him down by the hip with the other hand. He barely caresses the crown of cockhead with his tongue a few times, sucking his lips over it while slowly pumping the shaft before Matt jolts and cries out in ecstasy, creaming down his throat like a virgin. Frank takes it, sucks him till he's overstimulated, twitching and tender, then sits back on his heels with a glint in his eye watching his utterly wrecked partner try to recover and put a sentence together.
"Jesus Christ Frank," Matt eventually says after a few moments.
"Yeah nah, that was all you, gettin' yourself all worked up. I just came home is all."
Matt manages to laugh, "yeah, and I'm grateful that you did".
A/N: Heyyy, so I rarely publish fanfic work, but I feel kinda proud of this one I ended up writing during my off time. I dunno if I’m gonna end up publishing fanfic or not on here, but I figured I would give it a shot. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, and I’ve got zero clue what to title this so ideas are also welcome! Thank you! <3
Warnings: Swimmers Ear/Ear infection, Soft Frank, Hurt Matt, Brief Mention of Frankie Jr., Brief Mention of Past Matt/Elektra, Swearing, Hurt/Comfort, based off another post of mine under the tag “Swimmer’s Ear” (Tumblr won’t let me put the link for some reason sorry.)
Also sorry, the timeline is kinda weird?? Think of it as they were already together before Frank’s actual appearance in season 2 I guess? Idk. This is suppose to take place about a day after he shoves Matt in the Hudson and the boat explodes, but they already have an established relationship.
The first groan is rather quiet, it barely wakes Frank, the marine’s sleep-addled brain quick to write off the sound as Matt just having a dream. The second groan though is much quicker to grab his attention, brown eyes still bleary with slumber as he blinks awake to the feeling of his lover shifting beside him in bed.
“Mm..?” Is just about all Frank can scrounge up from his vocal cords this early in the morning, the marine tossing a squinting glance over his bicep to get a look at the other. Matt doesn’t answer his grunt, so Frank tries again.
Nothing.
A couple of months back Frank never could’ve imagined himself getting cozy in bed with Red, probably would’ve decked any person to suggest he’d be where he is today. Yet, here the fuck he is, sitting up in their bed 1 hour past midnight to check on him. Life either liked to be contrary son of a bitch, or Matthew Micheal Murdock enjoyed spiting Frank Castle with his very existence.
“Red?” Leaning over the lawyer’s tense frame, Frank absentmindedly presses the back of his hand to the restless man’s forehead. He doesn’t feel hot, but there was no mistaking the sweat gathering at Matt’s brow line. There’s a whimper and a momentary flutter of eyelids before Matt half-opens his eyes for Frank, clouded pupils glistening with unshed tears as his breathing grows more labored. Another groan.
Concern growing, Frank purses his lips and presses them to Matt’s forehead. He gets the same result as his hand, no fever, just clammy. “Where’s it hurt?” Frank whispers, swallowing down the anxiousness quelling in his throat when he only receives another whimper in reply. “Matty, please, I need ya to use your words.”
Matt’s expression suddenly contorts in pain at a particularly labored breath, and if Frank’s eyes weren’t so accustomed to adjusting to the dark he wouldn’t have even noticed it. Red immediately goes green around the gills from the involuntary movement of his own chest, eyes squeezing shut just a fraction tighter.
“You’re head hurtin’ you, Matty?” Frank whispers gently, taking note of his dizziness. He’s seen Matt deal with his fair share of migraines, but he’s never seen anything quite this intense…
“E-Ears…” The barely audible mumble has an instant effect on Matt, the vibrations of his own voice making him go so pale Frank would have trouble telling the difference between Matt’s skin and a sheet of paper in this lighting.
Small snippets of Frankie Jr. resting his head on the dinner table suddenly rush to the front of Frank’s mind. How his son, just a toddler at the time, cupped his ears and said he felt like he was moving on a swingset a week or so after visiting the public pool. Spilt second images of his son’s face as he carries him to bed are quick to follow and Frank actually has to bite the inside of his cheek to bring himself back to the present.
He feels like a moron. The Hudson River is a fucking cesspit, of course Red would get an ear infection after getting shoved in it! And with his senses, Frank doesn’t even want to imagine the kind of pain he is in…
Another whimper has Frank shushing Matt like he’s some sort of spooked animal, sleep gone from his brain as he internally scrambles to figure out a solution.
What the fuck had they gone and done again for Frankie Jr.? He knows they didn’t just wait that shit out, it’d been a whole fucking ordeal that caused his son to have to stay home for a couple of days… It’s time’s like these Frank curses his body’s stubbornly good immunity. If he’d just had a goddamn ear infection growing up this wouldn’t be so hard freaking to remember.
“Hang on, Baby. Gotta look something up real quick, yeah?” Nervous to jostle Matt any further, he strategically extracts himself from the mattress, giving up the warmth of the blankets for the night-chilled air of the bedroom.
Retrieving his phone from its plug, the marine stubbornly ignores the stinging in his eyes as he punches their current predicament into the glaring white screen of google’s search bar.
‘What in the fuck fixes swimmwe ear???’
A few quick glances at the articles below tell Frank all he needs. Matt needs ear drops.
The walk to the nearest open drug store is a pain in the ass, but it’s one that Frank muscles through with the ease of a well disciplined soldier. He has only one goal, and that’s to get Matt his ear drops before the sun is up so they can both go back to sleep.
Turns out that is much easier said than done, because the place is built like a fucking maze and at this hour the amount of people to ask for directions is zilch. He must scour the aisles for at least half an hour before he finds the little shits, gritting his teeth with barely suppressed rage as he swipes the second-to-cheapest option off the metallic shelf.
He pays the dead-inside employee at the store front about 15 minutes later, neither one giving each other any more than a grunt of acknowledgment as the medicine is bought and bagged.
By the time that Frank gets back, his foot that the Irish fucked up is aching from the long walk, but he doesn’t dare use that rickety ass elevator.
He staggers up those poorly carpeted stairs like a god damn man, thank you very much.
“Matty? You up, Sweetheart?” Trying to tiptoe into a room with fucked up toe knuckles is pointless, he but finds himself trying anyways without really thinking about it.
God, his side of bed looks just like how he left it. Sheets open and inviting, waiting for him to nestle right back in… It would be so fucking easy too, to just crawl into them and sleep.
Matt’s shaky whimper snaps Frank back into focus, his right hand softly crinkling the brown paper of the shopping bag reminding him of his mission. “I know, I know… Quit you’re howlin’ and we can both go back to sleep.” He grumbles, but there’s no real heat behind his words, any and all bite gone from his bark upon seeing his lover’s furrowed brows.
His hands seem to remember what the fuck to do with the drops, cause before he knows it he’s got the package opened and the dropper positioned over one of Matt’s ear.
“Shhh... Jus’ got somethin’ for your ears, Red...” The box recommends 5-6 drops in each ear, but Frank only gets up to 3 before Matt chokes out a noise so awful that he has to stop. One of Matt’s hands find the front of his hoodie, zipper clinking as the man bunches the fabric in his shaking fist, jaw clenching so damn tightly Frank actually worry’s for the sake of his lover’s teeth. They both stay like that for what feels like ages, Matt’s chest struggling to slow its heaving as his ear tries adjusting to the foreign pressure of the medicine flooding it.
Frank’s lips find Matt’s clammy skin, stubble brushing against his brow line as he murmurs words of comfort, eyes squeezing shut in sympathy as he waits for Matt to adjust. “Okay, no more on this side, yeah? But we gotta do you’re other ear.”
He’s never seen Matt so out of it before, eyes half-lidded and lashes glistening wet with fresh tears… The silent scream of agony on his lover’s face when he rolls him over physically pains Frank heart, jumbled apologies and gentle kisses falling upon Red’s sweating face as he can do nothing but wait out the waves of dizzying pain with him.
“Doing so good, Red, you’re so good. I’m sorry, I’m sorry it hurts…” Frank whispers between presses of his lips, throat feeling tight. He can deal fatal shots to any thuggish asshole, cut the dick off of any pedo in the world, but putting these drops in Matt’s ears? Bringing himself to do it a second time around is feeling increasingly more difficult as the seconds tick by.
His hesitation must break through to Red in some way, because suddenly Matt’s hand is no longer clutching his sweatshirt, but his free hand instead. His grip is weaker, hand clammy like it would be during a fever, and somehow that’s all the more haunting to Frank.
Frank can deal with Red grabbing at his face as he resets a broken bone, digging his fingernails into one of his arms as he disinfects a particularly nasty wound, or instinctively headbutting Frank in the nose while attempting to reset a dislocated shoulder (it’s happened before), but this? Seeing his Matty so completely and utterly drained, losing that fiery look in his eyes? It’s fucking killing him inside.
“On the count of 3.” Frank takes a deep breath to steady his hands, closing his eyes so that he doesn’t have to look at Red’s pained expression. “1… 2… 3.” He squeezes much quicker than he did for the other ear, rapidly dripping 5 drops in quick succession down Matt’s ear canal.
Matt let’s out a sob this time and Frank ends up throwing the damned medicine across the room, the plastic material of the bottle bouncing off the brick wall and onto the hardwood floor with a clatter. He swears to fucking God if these drops end up doing more damage than good, he’s gonna kill whatever pharmaceutical experts created the damn stuff. “I know, I know, shhh… Shhh… I’m so sorry, Honey.. Fuck…”
Frank wipes at the streaming tears falling down Matt’s cheeks, heart panging as he watches his love shudder. Frank remains hunched over the top of Matt like that for a good fucking while, letting him take comfort in the feeling of his frame being boxed in by the marine. Frank watches the clock as the minutes tick by, and although Matt does eventually fall back asleep, his expression is still clouded with discomfort.
Frank looks around the bedroom, eyes catching on the spare blankets folded by the laundry basket. An idea sparks.
The need to empty his bladder has Matt waking up again around 9, head and ears aching, but thankfully no where near as bad as they had been last night. Sitting up, Matt grasps the sheets on either side of him, gritting his teeth as he waits for the swaying sensation to lessen its force before making his way to his feet. It isn’t until he’s finished relieving himself that Matt realizes the odd quietness of his flat. His ear’s aren’t exactly up to par at the moment, but he should at least be able to hear the neighbors. Is New York alright? Did he miss something big while he was sleeping? Where is Frank?
A careful walk into the living room has Matt stopping in his tracks for two reasons. Firstly, the stench of freshly applied duct tape is currently wafting from each and every crevice his apartment has to offer. From the slight cracks in the brick wall, to the small opening underneath the front door, it was all either taped off or stuffed with varying pieces cloth to muffle any intrusive sounds the outside may have.
Secondly, Frank is fast asleep, sat up against the wall outside of the bedroom, a mostly used roll of duct tap still being held in one hand. Other than the apartment’s appliances, Frank’s heartbeat and breathing are the only other sounds encompassing the home.
Matt had been reluctant to start another relationship at first, especially after Elektra... After all, when it came to unhealthy relationships, Matt has acquired quite a lengthy wrap sheet.
He can’t even imagine a world in which Elektra would’ve gone out of her way to do this for him. But Frank? Frank just did this without Matt even knowing that this is something he needed. Not to show off, not for the purpose of dragging praise out of Matt, but because Frank knew that this would make Matt’s situation just a bit more bearable when he woke up
Here, right now in this moment, with none other than Francis Antonio Castle snoring softly on his hardwood floor, Matt couldn’t possibly be more sure that he’s finally made the right choice.
“Appreciate the warm welcome” Frank didn’t flinch or move away from his set up. The other man stepped closer and leaned on the wall next to him.
“Are we really going to go through this?” The man in the red suit stepped towards Frank. “Stop or I’ll just have to break your toys.” Frank stood up to face the man as he kicked the gun off balance.
“I don’t really care for your holier than thou bullshit, Red. I’m busy.” A punch straight to the devil’s gut. It forced him to retreat, with enough space between them, he gasped for air. Frank picked up his rifle, started to set it up again when the red suited man kicked him off balance. “Stop being annoying, Red.” He stood up and marched towards him.
“Let me help you. It’s a win-win.” Red tried to negotiate. “I know who you’re after.”
Frank had grabbed his throat at this point. “This isn’t your fight.” The man in red sighed and with little effort removed himself from the hold, he sat down and removed his mask. Frank didn’t react, he knew this was to elicit sympathy and he wasn’t buying it, he had assumed as much to his identity. “Seems like you’ve got your own secrets.”
He thought he could do some good just by being there but regardless he wasn’t going anywhere else for now. Frank backed off but didn’t readjust his weapon, it was probably best to get their little quarrel out of the way first. He stood next to the man, making sure to keep and eye on his mission.
“Tell me something Frank.”
“You’re getting too sappy on me, red.” Matt responded with a laugh. “I told you not to get involved.”
“Why?” Frank couldn’t reply, he wanted to tell him it was because he cared, because the secrets run too deep, because he was working with dangerous people, he didn’t want Matt to get killed, or worse hate him.
“This is just the start. You don’t want blood on your hands.”
“This is my city, Frank.” He stood up and leaned on the wall next to Frank. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“There’s a dangerous man who wants your head on a silver plate.”
“Him and every dangerous man in the city.” He waited hoping he’d get more answers. “So, what’s so special about this one.” It was true and Frank couldn’t hide behind his concerns after accepting it.
“Nothing. You can handle yourself.” Omissions and half truths. He turned away from Matt, hoping he would disappear into the night.
“Frank.” He was starting to love hearing his name in his voice. He felt Matt’s hand on his arm, he turned to face him and pushed him back against the block containing the stairs. It wasn’t aggressive, it was a desperate attempt to push him away but the result was the opposite. He was too close for comfort. Matt held onto him, holding onto his wrist and reaching for his hand. He bought the fist up to his face and pressed a gently kiss in the strained knuckles. Frank hated this, the affect Matt had on people. The affect he had on him, that saintly air he wore like a charm. He leaned forward resting their foreheads together, Frank placed a hand on his back and brushed his fingers over Matt’s face. “Kiss me.” Frank didn’t hesitate. Their lips were together, Matt leaned forward pushing away from the wall. Shoving him back again the small wall.
“Stop.” Frank requested half heartedly, this was bad timing and they were in no position to be distracted. Matt didn’t listen, instead he pushed himself against him. Holding onto Frank’s face and desperately kissing him. Frank found the hidden zip on his suit, behind his nape. He tugged it down until it reached the others lower back, his finger tips tracing over the exposed skin. He leaned forward until his face was merely an inch from Matt’s. He wanted to be ok with their situation, to be ok with finding some comfort even if was with someone he would never agree with.
He slipped his hand further into the suit, resting it when it would be discomforting to move it further. He kissed him, held him close, wanted to give him more.
Matt pulled away abruptly “Someone’s here” Frank stopped, zipping up Matt’s suit and reaching for his handgun preparing to deal with whoever interrupted them. Matt reached for his mask and prepared to fight.
Three men came through the door, aimlessly shooting across the roof. Matt jumped at one of them from behind knocking him out cold. Frank launched at the them with an adrenaline frenzy, shooting two without a second thought. Using the gun of the man he had just shot down, he released another round at the unconscious man being handled by Red. He faintly heard his name being yelled, it got louder the second time. He missed the shot, impossible. Matt knocked the gun out of his hand, that made sense.
“Why do I keep hoping you’d change.” He took it personally. There was no time, Matt heard something from a few roofs over. It was coming directly at them. “GET DOWN” he threw himself over Frank, covering him from the bullet which ended up in the wall which they were standing in front of a second ago.
“They got a cheap sniper for me, that’s insulting.” Frank leaned up in the time the sniper reloaded, he saw his location. He was barely a 100 yards. A single shot to the head, he saw him fall back. “The Russians are a cover, shit!”
“Cover for what!?” He was still cowering below the hight of the wall. “Frank, who was that?!.”
“They’re after you, Red.” There was anger in his voice, more than usual. “Fuck. I lead them straight to you.”
Matt searched for anyone else who could might harm them. “That was all of them.”
“That was a shit attempt. No, bait. They’re going to try again.”
“Hey, let’s get out of here for now. You’re bleeding.” Frank didn’t feel the graze, it was a deep wound bleeding all over the ground.
“It’s just a scratch”
Matt scoffed at the comment. “Nothing can hurt the big bad punisher.”
“My place isn’t far.” It wasn’t an invitation. He got up and placed the equipment into the bag with the arm that functioned and marched away. Matt followed him despite not being wanted. “Go home red.” He ignored the demand and helped him.
They got to Frank’s flat, “Do you have a first aid kit?” Matt wandered around to the kitchen. Frank had settled down and got a cloth to keep pressure on the wound now that he finally had a second.
“I have it here.” He took the box out from under the bed, finding the needle and thread managing to put it through.
“Let me.” Matt sat in front of him and took the needle from his fingers. Frank raised his brows not entirely sure how to respond to a blind man offering to stitch up his wounds.
“I trust you red, but I’m not exactly sure about this.” Matt was tracing his fingers over Franks, moving them over his arm to get to the wound. He smiled up at Frank at the remark.
