In love with anything that contains men with blood on their face…
Like, thats right you’re so manly and tough, you can fight damn
These three are literally all different species. Random headcannons for them>>>
>Dex is a mentally ill, aggressive, violent man who is ready to do anything to get you and keep you. He can be like a horror movie if you push him hard enough.
In truth, you don’t even have to push him for him to get scary.
He can hurt you if he “has” to meaning he will follow you if he thinks he needs to and after some good thinking through, he might even be ready to swipe you off the street when you turn to a slightly darker street.
Jail doesn’t change him at all. He just can’t wait to get out somehow and get to the people he needs to.
When he has his mind on someone, he will think about that person absolutely all of the time, especially if he feels some kind of love towards them.
He feels love in a much different way. He feels like he needs that person, and that nobody understands that this need feels like his life actually depends on it. Like he depends on air and water.
<Frank is a man who is also aggressive and violent but would never even in his dreams lay a hand on you or wish to scare you on purpose.
He would kill more than he could count if he had to, but you would be safe and sound.
He loves being a man. Providing and guarding. Like some kind of dog. You keep him on a leash and whatever you said, that was law. You felt scared? Thats over. You were hungry? He would bring food on the table. Someone threatened you? He’d gauge his eyes out.
It wasn’t really complicated. He would simply do anything and everything.
At first he is reluctant about letting you in, but when he realises theres no escaping his own feelings, he falls harder than ever. His fear doubles because he’s lost everything once already, and surviving that again would be a hard pill to swallow.
He just wants domestic love. Dinner and kisses. But instead fate has dealt him quite the opposite.
=Matt is a quiet lover. He Is soft, calm and collected in every possible scenario, and you have no idea how he does it. Maybe it’s because of his faith, you think. Or maybe because his other senses are so well developed. Who knows.
Thinks its better to keep you in the dark about things so nobody gets hurt. Especially you. Being quiet is the way you stay safe. Anyone can learn from that right? Being quiet never got someone in trouble.
If someone asked, you knew Matt, that was it. Only far later did he tell you who he was also.
Unlike Dex who would do anything to keep you with him, Frank who thinks keeping you safe and near was the way, Matt often sees that walking away is the best choice.
His identity cannot hurt you if he wasn’t there. But he loves you. If needed, he was ready to let you go.
But if you ever came to his mind, he would always imagine a simple life. An apartment for both of you with no real danger besides court looking at him in disagreement when he was defending someone.
warning: MDNI 18+, smut, threesome, teasing, a lot of kissing, unprotected sex, not proofread
The room feels too small for the three of you, though you are the one who keeps closing the distance, sitting between Matt and Dex with your knees almost touching theirs and your pulse beating hard enough that you are convinced they can both hear it. Well, Matt can hear it for sure.
Matt is quiet in that particular way of his, head tilted slightly as though he is listening to every tiny shift of your breathing, while Dex keeps looking between you and Matt like he is trying to figure out which one of you is going to make the first move.
You already know the answer, because you are tired of waiting for either of them to admit what has been hanging between the three of you all night. Your fingers catch lightly beneath Matt’s chin, turning his face toward Dex, and the surprise that crosses Matt’s expression is almost enough to make you laugh.
“What?” you murmur, even though you know exactly what. “You two are making this way more complicated than it needs to be.”
Dex’s eyes widen when you glance at him, and for half a second both men simply stare at each other, caught in the ridiculous tension of being told rather than asked.
Then you lean forward and press your mouth briefly to Matt’s, just enough to make his breath catch, before you pull away and look between them.
Dex actually laughs under his breath, but it disappears when you reach for him too, your hand curling around the back of his neck as you draw him closer. You kiss him first, slow enough that he has a moment to understand what you are doing, and then you pull back just far enough to catch Matt’s mouth again before turning Dex toward him.
This time there is no room for either of them to pretend they do not understand you. Matt’s hand settles at your waist, steady and warm, while Dex hesitates only for a second before leaning in, and the first brush of their mouths is almost absurdly careful. It is nothing like the confident, heated kisses either of them has given you.
There is an awkward pause, the faintest shift of Matt’s jaw beneath your fingertips, and then Dex kisses him again.
You watch with your heart hammering as the hesitation slowly disappears, Dex’s mouth pressing more firmly against Matt’s and Matt finally meeting him halfway, one hand tightening at your waist as though he needs something solid to hold onto.
You cannot resist getting involved, sliding your fingers into Matt’s hair and turning his face just enough before catching Dex’s mouth yourself, stealing a kiss from him that leaves him looking almost dazed when you pull away. Then you guide them together again, smiling when Matt makes a quiet sound of protest that seems to have nothing to do with actually wanting you to stop.
After that, whatever fragile line existed between the three of you seems to vanish. You kiss Dex, then Matt, then catch Matt’s mouth while Dex is still close enough that his breath ghosts over your cheek, and every time you separate one of them seems to find some excuse to move closer again.
Matt’s composure is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain, his usual careful restraint slipping whenever your fingers touch him, while Dex looks at you like he cannot decide whether he is more fascinated by you or by the fact that Matt is letting you pull him into this.
You barely have time to notice the shift before Matt’s arms come around you, drawing you back against his chest, and suddenly Dex is directly in front of you, close enough that there is nowhere left for either of you to pretend this is still some harmless game.
Your breath catches as you look between them, Matt’s hold tightening slightly around you and Dex’s gaze dropping briefly to your mouth, and for one moment none of you moves.
Then you smile. And that is all the warning either man gets. Because whatever restraint both men had, it all disappeared.
With a swift motion, Matt picks you, and he holds your legs open for Dex. The sight in front of Dex is enough to make him painfully hard against his jeans, which now feels awfully tight around his bulge.
You’re very thankful that the only thing you’re wearing is an oversized shirt, and plain black panties underneath.
“Seems like someone was prepared for this.” you hear Dex tell Matt, and you feel Matt smirking against the sensitive skin of your neck. “So desperate for us both, hm? So greedy.”
Dex’s rough hands slowly move your panties to the side, and the cold hitting your naked and wet pussy sends a shiver down your spine. Right after, Dex immediately removes his jeans, and his hard cock, which is also leaking precum, springs free.
But he is not going to give you the satisfaction and fuck you now. Instead, he rubs his cock up and down your folds all while he’s kissing Matt passionately. And Dex shoves his tongue down Matt’s throat. The moans that escape from Matt are immediately swallowed by Dex.
Without a warning, you feel Dex entering your slick pussy while he is still kissing Matt with so much need. A gasp leaves your throat, and you dig your fingernails into his shoulders hard enough to leave a mark.
“Fuuuuck.” is all you can say as you feel your pussy trying to adjust around his length. You try to close your legs unintentionally, but Matt only spreads your legs further apart from each other. Dex only sinks deeper into you until his chest is completely pressed against your chest, and he wraps his arms around your and Matt’s body, hands wandering up and down his broad back.
“This cannot happen again.” Matt whispers against Dex’s lips before resuming the kiss.
Dex only groans, and you can’t make out whether he is agreeing with him or not. Either way, you have them both here right now.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Dex start grinding his hips into yours, the sound of skin making contact with your skin echoes through the room alongside with your choked moans that leave your throat.
“Just like that hmph- don’t stop.” you whine, and as a response, you feel Matt smack your thigh.
“Fuck.” Dex groans as he breaks from the kiss.
He lets his head rest against Matt’s shoulder as he picks up the speed and pressure, making you rattle against Matt’s chest.
“Oh fuuuuck.” you cry out.
The feeling of his cock sending fast thrusts inside you makes you feel euphoric to the point you feel a little dizzy. The intense feeling of pleasure and happiness makes you forget everything negative in your life. All you can focus on right now is how you’re between Matt and Dex, and how good they make you feel.
“So good.” you hear Dex whisper, before he bites the skin of Matt’s neck.
And Matt feels everything to the core. He feels your heart beating so fast, the way you’re breathing so heavily. He feels Dex trying to suppress his moans, and the way his finger cannot stay still against his back. Even if he cannot see the beautiful sight in front of him, he is able to feel everything else. Plus, Matt can hear the exact moment your release is being formed in your lower belly.
“Sounds like someone is already close?”
“Already?”
There is no time for you to process that Matt was able to hear how your orgasm was building up.
“Please.” you whisper loud enough for them to ear.
“Did she deserve it?” Dex asks Matt.
“Oh definitely, mh?”
“Alright. Then make a mess all over me.”
No longer able to hold it back, you start cumming all over his cock which is still buried deep inside you. The feeling of happiness still doesn’t leave your body, and you rest your head against Matt’s shoulder.
“Fuck, this was so good.”
What both you and Dex don’t know is that Matt came into his pants by just listening to the filthy sounds leaving your mouths.
plot: matt kissed you and told you to forget about it
a/n: i confess that i've had this hidden away in my drafts for a very, very long time with 90% of it written up :/ but nevertheless it's here now and you can give it a read and let me know what you think. personally i LOVE this fic and deeply love matthew murdock, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it!
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"hey!" you beamed, entering the familiar bar full of familiar smells and faces. you immediately encountered the strawberry blonde who's face lit up when she saw you.
"you came!" she cheesed, wrapping her arms around you and squeezing tight. you laughed, squeezing her back an appropriate amount. "i thought you told foggy you couldn't make it?" she quizzed, forever the detective.
"i know," you admitted, pulling out of the hug so you could see her lovely blue eyes, your hands still touching her forearms. "guess i changed my mind-- i couldn't miss your birthday celebrations, what kind of friend would i be?"
"a terrible one. i'd have been bad mouthing you all night," she wore a teasing smile, eyes glistening like they always did. they glanced away from you, locking onto something behind you when you remembered you hadn't arrived solo. "am i in need of an introduction?" she quirked an eyebrow, corner of her lip turning into a smirk as she eyeballed the brunette slowly coming up behind you, a hand snaking around your waist.
"oh, sorry, right," you babbled, your fingers touching your forehead at your forgetfulness and lack of manners. "this is my friend, patrick," you glanced at the man on your left who's eyes were focused on karen's inquisitive blue ones. "pat, this is karen."
"hey, nice to meet you," he held out his free hand for her to shake, which she took, offering a kind smile. your heart tightened at the interaction. "y/n's told me a lot about you."
"none of the embarrassing stuff i promise," you quickly added when she gave you a worrisome side eye, causing you to choke out a laugh.
she seemed to glide right past this and straight into interrogation. "i didn't know you were seeing anyone?" she gave you another glance, trying desperately not to give away what she was thinking although it was fairly obvious to you. you were sure most people in this room were thinking the same thing. what about matt?
well, what about matt was that he kissed you drunkenly one night, and told you to forget all about it the next morning. so you did, though it broke your heart a little. you had only been in love with him the moment you laid eyes on him that first day at nelson and murdock and you always had a sneaky suspicion that he felt the same. based on the gentle way he spoke to you, his reassuring nudges when you were stressed over a case, soft creases in the corners of his eyes when you would laugh a little too hard at a joke foggy had made. karen and foggy teased you relentlessly about it for months, you brushed it off and matt would just shake his head and laugh. and then he kissed you, it was late, you both had been at josie's all night drinking and you helped him home because your apartment was only a block over from his, even though he insisted he was fine. you trailed with him up the steps, stopped outside his door and he stood to face you, swaying a little closer to you as the alcohol effected his balance. you grabbed hold of his forearms, giggling a little as you let out a soft woah there tiger, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning down and kissing you.
you hadn't spoken again since he caught you the next morning before work and told you that to remain professional you should both forget anything ever happened and move on.
you tried to move on, you met patrick not long after but it didn't feel the same as it did when matt had kissed you. you suspected it never would. but patrick was nice, he was kind and he could be funny sometimes. there was no reason for you not to like him and enjoy spending time with him.
"it's still pretty new," you forced yourself to smile and lean into him affectionately no matter how unnatural it felt. you wanted to enjoy yourself tonight, not spend it worrying about what other people were thinking. this was hard to do though when you had spotted him across the room the second you had walked into josie's.
you found it hard to engage in conversation, thankfully karen and patrick were both naturally very chatty people, and kept the conversation going despite your lack of involvement. you couldn't help your eyes trailing over to where matt stood, talking with foggy.
that was when foggy caught your eye, his eyes widening along with his smile as he waved madly at you before marching over. matt trailing behind his friend, looking a little lost.
"shit," you mumbled under your breath, but you managed to catch patricks attention. he turned to you with a quiet hm? but it was too late, they were both here already.
"you told me you weren't coming!" foggy beamed, pulling you into a tight hug. you let out an uncomfortable laugh, shrugging your shoulders. "you're turning me into a liar," he teased as he pulled away.
"sorry," you breathed out a laugh, glancing at matt who stood carefully next to foggy and karen, quietly listening in on the situation with slightly furrowed brows. "it was last minute," you bit down on your bottom lip trying to disguise your discomfort.
"this is y/n's friend patrick," karen quickly changed the subject to avoid rehashing the same conversation. "they're new," she gave you a small wink like she was saving you the trouble of explaining everything again to more people.
matt let out a quiet hm which went unnoticed by most but not by you, you shot him a quick glare. you reached down for patricks hand and held onto it with your own. "this is foggy, and matt," you introduced, forcing a gentle smile. you watched patrick shake hands with foggy, before he moved to shake matt's hand. matt, however, just stood there, eyes hidden behind those red tinted glasses, hands to himself.
"you have to be verbal with him, you know, talk him through your intentions" foggy teased his friend, a smirk lining his lips as he glanced at matt out the corner of his eye. "he can be a bit slow."
matt snorted, ducking his head to hide his laughter. patrick spluttered and froze, fearing he'd done something wrong. they really thought they were so funny. you rolled your eyes, pulling away from patrick for a second so you could slap matts shoulder and then foggy's. matt snorted a little harder at the contact from you, foggy frowning slightly as he rubbed the area you'd hit him. "both of you, knock it off,"
karen rolled her eyes, but the small smile on her lips remained.
"oh, relax, it was just a joke," foggy continued to rub his arm, his smile slowly moving back onto his face. "matt's blind, not slow. he can't see you or your handshake."
patrick's face was a picture, it almost made you snort out a laugh, but you held it in, biting down on the inside of your cheek. his mouth hung open, eyes wide like he had offended matt somehow when he in fact had done no wrong. matt and foggy just liked to have fun with this kind of thing.
"oh-- shit man, i'm sorry i didn't know--" he glanced at you for help and you couldn't help but crack a smile, quickly hiding it with the back of your hand. you reached out and touched his arm, giving a reassuring squeeze, shaking your head.
"we're just messing with you man," matt reassured, a smile lining his lips that looked a little too amused as he held out his hand for patrick to shake. "nice to meet you," he spoke with a tight jaw, his hand gripping patrick's a little too tightly.
"pat, d'you wanna grab us a drink?" your hand still on his shoulder, you gave him a gentle nudge towards the bar where he stumbled off with a quiet yeah 'course. "you've probably just scarred him for life," you said to the group once patrick was out of ear shot.
the three of them burst out laughing, and you couldn't help but join in. you had missed this sense of normalcy between the four of you that had been missing for a while.
-
"hey," matt mumbled, approaching you from behind almost as soon as patrick had left your side to grab a cab outside. he nudged your shoulder with his as he moved to stand in front of you, he leaned an elbow against the bar you were sat up at. "how you doing?"
you pulled your eyes away from his and down to your drink where they had been moments ago. "i'm fine," you said softly, carefully avoiding his vacant stare. even if they were covered by those red lenses, you found matt's stare incredibly hard to keep, he had a way of looking right through you. "you?"
"fine," he nodded, his voice raspy and quiet. you brought the glass in your hand to yours lips and sipped slowly, as he let out a heavy breath through his nostrils. "is this how it's gonna be from now on?"
"don't know what you mean?" you sat your glass back down, gulping down on the lump on your throat.
"yeah, you do," he rolled his eyes slightly. he gripped the stool in front of him, that sat between the two of you. "i don't want things to be weird with us."
you shook your head, pursing your lips as you swirled the alcohol around in the glass. "why would things be weird?" you tried to play it off, but you gave yourself away with your fidgeting and quietness when you spoke.
"because i kissed you, and i shouldn't have," he lowered his voice as he said, his head ducking slightly to grow closer to you. you glanced at him for a second but quickly pulled your eyes away again, shaking your head again.
"you said forget about it," you repeated his words back to him. "so i forgot about it, matt."
"we haven't spoken since--"
"we're speaking right now--"
"before tonight you haven't said two words to me-- you've been getting karen to send messages to me from the next room--"
"why'd you think that is?" you snapped, he was relentless and you couldn't listen to his guilty conscience any longer. "you were an asshole matt. what you did hurt, and i don't feel like forgiving you yet so you'll just have to deal with it for a little longer."
he was taken aback by your sharpness, he visibly retracted from you. you grabbed your drink and gulped back what was left in the glass. "i'm gonna go find my date," you slammed the glass back down and slipped off the bar stool and onto your feet, you shrunk in front of him. he wore a soft frown, his lips pressed tightly together. "see you in the office, matt."
he grabbed your arm before you could walk away. you glanced down at his soft grip on you before meeting his stare. "don't go with him," he muttered only to you, his jaw tense. "i'll take you home."
you yanked your arm free pretty easily, he wasn't holding onto you very tight. he was giving you mixed signals and it was making everything that was swirling around inside your head much harder to deal with. "it's not funny to mess with me like this, matt," your voice cracked slightly, breaking your hard front you had put up with him. "leave me alone."
-
patrick had picked up on your change in mood on the drive back to your place but didn't want to ask what had caused it for fear of having to discuss it. he dropped you off without a word on the matter, kissed you goodnight and didn't try to invite himself in.
you sat with your knees pulled up to your chest, head resting against them and your eyelids drooping. you were so tired from the events that occurred that night but your mind was so busy it was keeping you awake.
you really hated matt right now. he was so selfish for acting the way he did, he didn't seem to care how you felt about any of it. he'd made the decision to forget about it, and that was that. only to send you mixed signals tonight. it made no sense.
you let out a sigh, rubbing your tired eyes when there was a knock on the door. you climbed up and over the door, confused as to who would be knocking on your door this late at night. maybe patrick had forgotten something.
you peeped through the hole in your door, letting out an exasperated sigh when you saw matt on the other side. hesitating with your hand loosely on the door handle, your groaned and quickly swung the the door open.
"what are you doing here, matt?" you asked quickly, head resting against the edge of the door. you features turned into a soft frown, as you watched him jittery in front of you.
"i didn't want to leave things between us like that," he confessed. "you're my friend and i don't want you to hate me because i did something stupid."
his eyebrows raised, creating creases in his forehead, his cane was propped against the wall and his hands expressively trying to show you just how much he meant what he said. his eyes were hidden behind those glasses but you could figure out just about how they probably looked. buggy and intense, like the rest of him.
"will you shut up and come inside, i have neighbours and i don't want them to hate me," you yanked his shirt and pulled him into your apartment along with his cane. you let out a deep sigh when you shut the door behind the both of you, turning you found matt not too far behind you, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.
"i don't hate you," you said after a brief silence but he gave you a frown that wasn't convinced by what you'd said. "i don't... i'm mad at you, and i don't think you can blame me."
"i know but i want to fix this," he pleaded, taking a step closer to you. "i really want to fix this because i can't stand you being mad at me," he removed the glasses from his face, his familiar glossy brown eyes appearing from behind them. "i'm used to having you around, bugging me and foggy and making jokes to lighten the mood in really heavy cases. you're sweet and kind and everything that i can lack sometimes when i don't have you there to keep me in check," he was letting loose.
"c'mon matt," you shook your head. "i miss how things were in the office but you clearly don't understand the gravity of what you did, so i can't just go back," you ran your fingers through your hair, letting out a huff of air, your eyes so tired and your body exhausted from having this conversation so many times with him.
"i never meant to make you feel uncomfortable," he admitted, his eyes distant but focused at the same time. "when i kissed you, it was impulsive and stupid. i wasn't thinking about how it would change things, all i could think about was you."
you shook your head. matt stood silently, eyes unfocused as he listened to your rapid heartbeat.
"i'm tired, matt," you sighed, a small frown falling on your lips. "i've had enough of this for one night, you're really messing with my head."
"i'm not doing this to mess with you," he took a couple steps closer to where you were standing near the door. he listened to your uneven breaths as he grew nearer. "i was being selfish when i kissed you— jeez' and i still am now."
he ran the palm of his hand over his face as he came to the realisation that he was only continuing his selfish rampage by being here in your apartment right now. "i'll go," he mumbled, his head falling down, his gaze directed towards the floor now. "sorry for being a jerk."
you, amidst matts outburst, stood quite still, your mouth hanging open slightly as his words replayed in your head. you tried to speak but you couldn't think what to say, everything about this was so confusing.
he brushed your shoulder as he walked around you and pulled at the door handle to leave, but you quickly, without hesitation, pushed the door shut again before he got any further.
"wait a minute— why do you think i'm mad at you?" you eyebrows knitted together the longer you thought about what he'd said.
"'cause i kissed you," he repeated, his hand lingering near the door as if he was expecting this conversation to go south.
"and you were being selfish because?" you asked him to clarify, your chin touching your shoulder as you glanced over to look at him.
"because... i was so caught up in wanting to kiss you, that i didn't even consider whether you wanted me to," he felt like you were dragging this out now just to humiliate him.
you were quiet for a moment, twisting the rest of your body around so you could look at him properly again. his hands clutched onto his cane, eyes hidden behind the red lenses he'd propped back onto his face but you could see the frown, the confusion in his expression.
"matt," you had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself to smiling. you wanted to slap yourself for being so blind, matt you couldn't blame. he hummed. "i was mad at you for telling me to forget about it. not because you kissed me."
his expression softened, it was a sight to behold. the corners of his mouth turned upwards slightly, but unsure, his eyebrows knitted for a split second as he tried to form his words into something coherent. "wait— so you—"
"—wanted you to kiss me, you idiot," you rolled your eyes, letting out an amused snort.
"you're kidding," his words came out slow, his brain ticking over as he caught up with you. "i only told you to forget about, thinking that's what you wanted."
"i haven't been able to forget about any of it," your voice soft, unsure still of where this was going.
matt was quiet for a moment, you could see his brain working through the stages until he spoke again, his smile slipping for a second. "what about pat?" he put some emphasis on the nickname, almost making fun.
"patrick never kissed me like you did, murdock," you shook your head softly, hopeful in your attempt to convey just how stupid you'd been in all of this. "in fact, you all did a good job of scaring him off tonight. i think he realised he was getting involved in something far more complicated than he signed up for, he couldn't get out of here fast enough."
"he was an idiot anyway," matt's smirk slowly crept back onto his lips. "not good enough for you," you took a solitary step closer to him when he said this.
you hummed. "and you figured that out from a five minute conversation with the guy?"
"i know you, y/l/n," he matched you, taking a step closer, now only a few inches apart. you hummed again, watching as he stared right though you. it was in your nature to argue with him on this, but he was right. matt murdock knew you better than anybody, and he was still here, waiting for you. "he was too nice for you."
you cocked an eyebrow, your hand reached out and grabbed his tie between your fingertips, pulling it ever so gently. you hummed again. "and what would that make you, murdock?" you were teasing when you said it, but matt edged closer to you, moving with your tug of his tie. one hand jerked the bottom of your shirt, closing that last inch of space between you two, the other had moved to your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat with a gentle squeeze.
"i can be nice," his breath fanning your face now that you were in such close proximity, he heard your own breath get caught in your throat, lips parting slightly as his brushed against yours. "but not tonight."
