#fratt fluff

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Pancakes ||

Matt x Frank x gn!reader domestic drabble. G

"C'mon darlin', time to get up."

Frank's grizzled but soft morning voice caressed your ears as you slowly blinked your eyes open, shielding them with your hands as you yawned and rolled over to greet him as he crouched next to the bed. He ran a hand up the outside of your arm as you stubbornly hugged the duvet to your chest, giving you a smile, his lips brushing a light kiss on your own. You turned your gaze behind you to see Matt still sleeping deeply, the covers were pulled up around his face but you could see his furrowed brow just above them.

"And what about him?"

Frank frowned slightly. "Let him sleep a while longer."

"Did he go out last night? I didn't hear…" as you gently lifted the duvet up and looked underneath, your words caught in your throat as you took in the stark white of the multitude of dressings among new bruises littering his upper body. Some of the cotton was splotched in pinkish red, blood soaking through.

"Oh Matt…" you whispered, leaning over and kissing him gently on the forehead as you tucked him back in. You thought his expression softened a little along with the small movement of his eyes under the lids. It broke your heart every time he returned beaten and bloody, but you can't keep a Murdock down.

"He'll be alright. Just needs the rest. " Frank reassured you, but it didn't stop you being worried.

You scootched out of bed reluctantly, careful to avoid disturbing Matt, grabbing some clothes and heading to the shower.

When you emerged Frank was in the kitchen taking a pan out of the cupboard. You sneaked up behind him as he straightened, sliding your arms around his waist. You didn't miss the wince as your hand contacted his side and you pulled back, frowning at him.

"S'nothin." He instantly countered.

You stared him down. "So, you went out too? Let me see."

Frank raised his hands, trying to fob you off. "I swear, it's fine darlin', ow! Shit shit…"

You fought through his guard and pulled up his shirt to reveal a rather large dressing pad taped over the area just under his side ribs.

"Nothing my ass! What happened? How bad is it? Did you clean it properly?"

Frank hunched sheepishly, pulling the shirt back down to cover the remaining evidence of last night's rather fraught patrol.

"S'just a graze. Almost missed me entirely."

Your eyes widened and you hissed quietly at him so as not to make too much noise and wake Matt. "Almost hit you, you mean! Fuck Frank… c'mere let me take a look at it, you never ever clean it properly when it's your own. Get in the bathroom now."

Frank gave in and let you look him over. Thankfully it turned out he was telling the truth and it wasn't anything too terrible but you were right, he hadn't cleaned it properly. After you'd tended to it and applied a fresh dressing you put your foot down.

"I'm not going to work, I'm staying home, gonna make sure you two are alright."

Frank waved you off. "Baby, you don't need to do that, we're fine!"

"I've got days I can take, and 'fine' my ass." You clock the blankets on the couch. "You sleep there last night?"

"Wanted to give Red the space."

"Why didn't you wake me up? I would have helped you with everything."

Frank carefully sat down on the couch sighing heavily. "Didn't want you worrying."

"For fuck sake Frankie," you grumble as you open the lid of the trash to dispose of the old cotton and see the rather sizeable pile of blood soaked rags already in there.

"Just stay there. I'll call in and then I'll make us breakfast."

Frank made to get up but you fixed him with a glare. "Stay." He finally relented and obeyed as you called your work to let them know you had a minor emergency to take care of.

"Good boy. Now, do you need painkillers?" You asked, starting to pull a bag of flour out of the cupboard and getting the milk, eggs and bacon from the fridge.

.

You handed Frank a large plate of pancakes, bacon and maple syrup, making sure to keep plenty back for Matt when he woke up.

"Damn girl," he shook his head gratefully, accepting it.

"Yeah, love you too." You teased.

Matt's groggy voice drifted in from the bedroom. "Is that pancakes?"

You smiled, rolling your eyes and Frank swallowed his mouthful of food rather smugly.

"Told ya he was alright."

[devils-dares]

DEVON!

Congrats on 600!

How about some cozy (maybe even sleepy) domestic Fratt? Pretty please?

PHEEBS I MISSED YOU! i never get to write fratt 🥹

for how much shit hell's kitchen threw at matt, he sure slept looking so peaceful. the stress lines on his forehead melted away, his laugh lines become more pronounced as his dreams treat him well.

here they were, frank and matt, laying on the couch with matt sound asleep on frank's bare chest. the picture of domesticity. frank's hand drew up and down matt's back, feeling every dimple and scar on the skin.

matt's hand wrapped tighter around frank's chest as he started to wake. frank peered down at him, smiling as he saw matt's eyes flutter open and the honey brown mop of hair lift off his chest.

"have a good nap there, red?" matt hums in agreement.

"you're softer than you sound." frank laughs, eyes drawing closed at the feel of matt's hand on his face, tracing up and down his cheek. he feels the smaller man readjust, and with his eyes still closed frank feels a kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth.

"love ya, red" and maybe it was because he rarely said it first, or how intimate the scenario was, but matt felt his heart bursting at the seams. tingles running down his spine, he pressed another kiss, this time to frank's lips.

"love you too, castle."

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know what, Murdock—”

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

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

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

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

“I like biting people—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matt Murdock is a little tattletale.

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

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

“Then stop biting, pup.”

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

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

Matt leans down and bites your shoulder.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?”

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

“Wrong answer.” Matt responds for him.

//

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

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

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

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

“What was that for?”

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

“Can I have some more?”

Frank chuckles and kisses you quick.

“Sure, honey.”

//

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You need sleep.”

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

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

//

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

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

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

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

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

“But they’re my clothes—”  

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

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

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

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

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

“I ruined your flannel.”

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

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

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

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

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

At least Matt’s nails look really nice.

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

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

//

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Honey.”

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

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

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

//

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

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

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

[amhrosina]

matt would love this especially if frank and reader got it for him for a special occasion or just for fun!!

Spelling Out 'I Love You'

(Frank Castle x Reader x Matt Murdock)

Summary: It's Matt's birthday, and you and Frank make sure the day is extra special for him.

(Warnings: this is the fluffiest of all fluff pieces i've ever written, someone better be writing matt a healthy and happy relationship in dd born again!!!!!!!, i will RIOT if he has to be a sad boy for three seasons again!!!!)

A/N: Do y'all realize how hard it is to find pictures of frank where he's both smiling and not bruised up all over his face??? Nearly impossible!!! Anyways, I have no idea what those braille cookies say in the pictures, so I hope it's not something insane or rude lol enjoy this short ficlet!

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“Did you get it?”  

Frank’s excitement overwhelmed his ability to say hello, apparently. You scoffed, shoving the box into Frank’s hands before pulling your gloves, hat, and scarf off. It was unreasonably chilly for October in New York City, and you were already tired of the cold weather.  

“Of course, I got it,” you grumbled, pretending the adoring expression on Frank’s face wasn’t thawing your icy mood rather quickly. 

“And you checked the translation, right? It’s accurate?” He opened the lid, checking the contents of the box. 

“Yeah,” you replied, shrugging your coat off, “It’s accurate. I checked it myself before they added the final touches.” 

“It looks great.” Frank nodded, briefly meeting your gaze before turning back toward the brownies. “Do you think he’ll like it?” 

You stepped into Frank’s arms, snuggling into his warmth. His chin found its home on the top of your head as you closed your eyes and breathed in his scent.  

“I think he’ll love it.” You murmured, glancing toward the clock on the wall. “He’ll be home any minute now.” 

Sure enough, the familiar scuff of Matt’s shoes on the floor announced his arrival ten minutes later, and you and Frank struggled to act casual when he stepped into the kitchen.  

“Hey, birthday boy.” You smiled, grasping one of his outstretched hands. Frank quickly grabbed his other hand, gently pulling Matt to a halt in the doorway of the kitchen. 

“Hey, old man.” Frank grinned, and Matt rolled his eyes. 

“You’re older than me, Frank.” Matt remarked, doing his best to not look too concerned at the sudden rush of affection from you and Frank. All three of you were touchy people, but it was usually in subtler ways. “What’s all this?” 

You and Frank couldn’t contain your excitement, pulling him toward the counter where his surprise was waiting to be opened. Frank gently set Matt’s hand down on the box. 

“Open it.” He encouraged, looking between your amused gaze and Matt’s unmoving hand. 

Matt slowly lifted the lid of the box, instantly overwhelmed with the sweet scent of chocolate and sugar. He smiled broadly, tapping the side of the box with the tips of his fingers. 

“You guys got me brownies?”  

“Yeah, but that’s not all.”  

You gently lifted his hand again and pushed it toward the top of the brownies, where little chocolate balls were arranged in an all too familiar pattern. Matt’s confused frown morphed into shock when he realized what you and Frank had done. He ran his fingers over the message a few times, gasping when he got to the end. He did it again, swallowing down the rush of emotions that were making their way up his throat. 

Written in braille, across his favorite type of brownies, was the message: 

“Happy Birthday. We love you.”  

“Oh.” He breathed, blinking away tears before they could be shed. “Oh, that’s lovely.” 

“Do you like it?” You asked, glancing toward Frank, who had a similar, hopeful expression on his face. 

Matt swallowed thickly, then swallowed again, nodding.  

“I love it.” He murmured as a shy smile overtook his face. “I’ve never gotten braille baked goods before.” 

“It was Frank’s idea.” 

“Careful, Frank.” Matt teased. “People might start to think you’ve gone soft.”  

Frank chuckled, cradling Matt’s head. “Let them.” He murmured before pressing his lips to Matt’s in a soft kiss.  

When they pulled away, noticeable tears had gathered under Matt’s eyes. You were quick to kiss them away. 

“We love you, Matty.” You breathed.  

Frank asked, “Do you want to open your presents now or after?” 

“After what?” Matt tilted his head. “Wait, there are more presents?” 

“You didn’t think this was it, did you?” You asked, smiling. 

“This is plenty.” Matt chuckled. “After what?” He asked again. 

Frank’s gaze turned molten, and you were sure Matt could feel the tension shifting in the air. “C’mon.” He pulled Matt toward the bedroom, tugging you along too. 

“There’s more?” He asked again to no one in particular. 

You giggled. “There’s so much more, Matty. You’re in for a long night. 

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[farfromstrange]

Helloooo, 💕💕💕💕

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ours | Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x F!Reader

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

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, you’re driving without music.

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

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

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

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

“She’s asleep,” he states.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matt frowns. “What?” he asks him.

Frank blinks. “Nothing.”

“Do I have something on my face?”

“Not yet,” he retorts.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

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

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

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

“She does,” Frank murmurs beside him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can’t say I blame her,” Matt adds.

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

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

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

“Can’t. I’m busy.”

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

Yes, he can. And no, he’s not busy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[manmadedonut]

My top 5 ships that i sail and will never sink (because i love them and theyre canon) (mostly) (and no one asked and just wanted to have a reason to do this)

1) Aralas

2) Cherik

3) Fratt

4) Sybrock (this is mostly canon so LOL)

5) Spideypool

[marvelgaynesstothemax]

Matt, shyly: Um, I-I made you a keychain…

Frank: I’m not really a keychain person.

Matt: Oh… Well you don’t have to use it-

Frank, already putting it on his dogtags: No this is mine, fuck off.

[onesmallpieceofgoodness]

stay home, red

Matt was running late to work as usual. He already had his suit on. All he had to do was sling his bag and he was ready to go. But one thing, well person, stopped him from going to work.

Frank was extra clingy today and wanted his Red to stay at home. Unfortunately, Matt had to work on reviewing pieces of evidence and statements for the practice's new big case.

They were in the kitchen, and Matt took one bite of toast when suddenly Frank pulled him from behind on the hips.

Frank hugged him from the back, snared his arms around Matt's waist, and started peppering him kisses on the back of his head and nape. Matt giggled since he felt ticklish.

"Stay home, Red." Frank said in a gruffy voice. One he knew would get Matt excited.

Instead, Matt held on to Frank's arms and stroked them with his thumb.

"You know I wish I could, Frank." Matt responded as he took another bite of his toast. At the same time, Frank nuzzled his nose on Matt's head. It smelled nice, Frank thought. Of course, he smelled nice. Matt had heightened senses and wanted only pleasant smelling scents on his skin or head. And Frank can smell the cedarwood from Matt’s shampoo on his head.

"C'mon baby, stay," Frank said, smirking.

Matt raised his eyebrows when Frank called him “baby”. But he blushed at that. Then he took a bigger bite of his toast.

"Baby?" Matt said as he chewed.

"I was just tryin' it y’know. See if it will convince you to stay or some'in."

"We'll do another test run of baby and see how it goes."

Frank only hummed in response. He was still embracing Matt from the back, and Matt said, "I have to go, Frank."

Frank sighed and hugged Matt even tighter. Then Matt sighed this time. Matt didn't want to admit it but loved that his boyfriend wanted him to stay and spend the whole day with him.

Matt then turned to face Frank and pressed his forehead against Frank's. He then placed a hand on one of Frank's cheeks and stroked Frank's face with his thumb.

"I wish I could stay, Frank. But I'm working on this new case." Matt frowned.

Frank sighed. "I forgot how much you love your day job."

Matt chuckled at that.

"--love helping people through legal means." Matt corrected him. Once again, Frank sighed exasperatedly. Matt snickered at that.

"I love you so much Frank. I'll be with you tonight, okay?" Then he kissed the man on the lips.

"Love you too, Red." Frank conceded. "I'll see ya later."

As Matt grabbed his briefcase and cane, Frank watched Matt leave. He whispered, “I love you” again to Matt because he knew he would hear him.

When Matt shut the door behind him, he smiled from ear to ear. He whispered “I love you too” even though Frank couldn't hear him. But Matt had an inkling that Frank knew it too.

[anna-hawk]

The Sound of your Voice

Relationship: Frank Castle x Matt Murdock Fandom: The Punisher/Daredevil Rating: Explicit (only last chapter) Word Count: 20,163

Additional tags: Alternate Universe / Meet-cute / Construction worker Frank Castle / Dogs / Fluff / Slow burn / Flirting / Mention of PTSD / Explicit Sexual Content / Fluff and Smut / Feelings / Enthusiastic Consent

Summary: An apartment building is being constructed on the opposite street of “Nelson, Murdock and Page”. That's how Matt develops a crush on the voice of Frank Castle, the site manager. Certain that nothing will come of it, Matt waits for the moment when the building will be complete and Frank will leave the neighborhood, hoping for his infatuation with the voice to vanish as well. It turns out that Matt is wrong when he has to seek Frank's help one night.

Chapter One: Pet Rescue

Chapter Two: Lunch Break

Chapter Three: Past Lives

Chapter Four: Touch

Matt rounds the corner that leads to the law firm, and instead of walking faster despite his watch telling him that he’s running late for his first appointment of the day, he slows down. The rhythmic left, right, left, right of the white cane follows Matt’s new pace while he angles his head towards the construction site lying on the opposite side of his office. His hearing skims over the dozens of different voices coming from that place, until it finds the one that Matt is searching for. He turns his back on the site and stands at the traffic light, waiting for the clicking sound that is coming from the box attached to the lights to change its pace. The clicking changes a brief moment later, telling Matt that the light has turned green for him, and that the moment to cross the street has come. The light turns to red once more after some long seconds, the clicking returning to its previous, slower rhythm, and yet Matt hasn’t walked over the pedestrian crossing. No one is there to see it, however, and Matt pays the clicking no mind anyway. He stays where he is, face angled down towards his joined hands that are resting over the cane in front of him, and following the conversation in the growing building with a serene smile.

“Foggy. Foggy. Foggy. Foggy.” A disembodied, synthetic voice suddenly blares from Matt’s inside pocket, tearing him out of his musings with a slight start. 

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[booksapphic]

for the fuzzy sweater prompt: fratt get caught in the rain and go back to matts, matt's only clothes that will fit frank are the sweaters that his kind old lady clients knitted him that are a few sizes too big

ANON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THIS PROMPT!!!!!!!!

(1k words, stupid disgusting amounts of fluff, no warnings, not edited, written at like twice my normal speed so sorry if it's bad, I'M SO SOFT FOR THEM!!!!!!)

By the time they started the walk home, it was pouring. Frank pulled up his hood and waited to see if dinner with their friends had put Matt in a good enough mood to not call him on it.

They made it a block. “It’s still fifty degrees out,” Matt said, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “I guess you didn’t need a coat after all.”

Frank shot him a look. “It was clear when we left.”

“I said it was going to be raining on the walk back, not the walk there.”

“Next time I’ll ask if you smell rain before I go anywhere, yeah? That what you want?”

“It was the atmospheric pressure, not the smell,” Matt said easily, like Frank didn’t know what revealing any detail about his senses cost him. Frank shook his head, huffed in annoyance when rain fell from his hood into his face.

Matt grinned then offered out his hand, stopped moving his cane. Frank put it in the crook of his elbow and gathered Matt close, feeling the welcome heat of Matt’s body against his own.

Still, by the time they made it the few blocks to Matt’s apartment, Frank was freezing. Frank stripped off the drenched hoodie on the way to the bedroom, tossing a mild “fuck off,” behind him when Matt laughed. He pulled open the dresser drawer Matt had given him, then remembered he hadn’t done laundry in a week, and hadn’t moved enough of his things here to have more clothes. He’d gotten the key six months ago, kept a toothbrush here for much longer, but Matt hadn’t asked him to move in, and Frank hadn’t brought it up. He didn’t want to ruin whatever this was by putting a name to it.

If he asked Matt to borrow something, Matt would tease him about it for the next fifty years. If he took something from the laundry, Matt would refuse to sit to close to him until after he changed and showered. He put the drenched hoodie back on.

“What are you doing?”

Frank glanced behind him, saw Matt had already changed into a pair of sweatpants he’d kept on the bed, the jacket and button-down replaced by the ratty Columbia sweater Frank wasn’t allowed to mention whenever Nelson was around. The one time he’d asked Matt if he’d wanted it, the debate over whose it was went on for an hour.

 “Nothing,” Frank replied. “This actually’s the warmest thing I have right now is all.”

He began moving back to the living room, planning to take the side of the couch closest to the radiator and steal the throw blanket. Matt’s head tilted, then he sniffed. “You don’t have anything else clean, do you.”

Matt walked over to stand next to him, rifling through one of his drawers until he offered Frank a bundle of bright red fabric. It was a cable knit sweater, a little on the larger side, but right now Frank didn’t care. He changed into it, closed his eyes when the warm, dry yarn hit his skin.

Matt handed him an extra pair of sweatpants to replace his jeans, then lead them back to the living room. He took a seat on the couch and then gestured at Frank to join him. Frank ended up half on top of him, chest to chest, and Matt grabbed the blanket off the back to cover him with.

“Warm enough now?” Matt said, just enough teasing in his voice for Frank to catch.

“For now,” Frank said. “Patrol’s gonna be hell tonight, though.” Matt hummed, noncommittal.

Frank pulled back enough to glance up at him, trying to read his expression. “Thinking about staying in?”

Matt did his best to shrug, beginning to card a hand lazily through Frank’s hair. Frank grunted and dropped his head back down in content. “I’ll keep listening, see if we’re needed. But with the weather…” There would be fewer muggers and rapists out in this kind of downpour, and they didn’t have anything larger planned.

Frank was alright with that. He didn’t mind taking a night off, and Matt could use the extra sleep.

They laid there in silence for several minutes. The chill had been all but chased from Frank’s skin, and he said, “Never seen you wear this sweater before. S’warm.”

“Yeah, it’s wool. Took a case a few years ago, suing a doctor for medical malpractice. Our client was retired, but she knitted each of us a few sweaters. That’s the black one, right?”

Frank hesitated. It was as black as a fire truck, or a Santa hat. “Yeah.”

Matt stayed quiet for a second, then sighed. “It’s the one that Foggy said I should start wearing over my suit.”

Frank half-smiled against the side of Matt’s neck. “Yeah.”

“I guess I should be grateful. Karen said she could be mistaken for Barbie in one of hers.”

Frank huffed a laugh. “Would take it off her hands if I could fit in it. Wool’s expensive. You don’t wear it ‘cause of the color?”

“It’s wool,” Matt said in a disgusted voice.

“Yeah?” And?

“It itches.”

“Huh.” Now that Frank was paying attention, it was a bit itchy, but the feeling faded with his concentration. Still, if he could feel it, must be much worse for Matt. “Next time, ask your client to use cashmere yarn.”

Matt laughed, and Frank smiled again, broader this time. There was so much blood on his hands, but he could still make his—boyfriend? partner?—laugh.

Frank was half-asleep when Matt said quietly, “I can clean out another drawer if you need.”

Frank blinked open his eyes, pulled back to watch Matt’s face. “What?”

“So you don’t have to do laundry every week. It gets expensive.”

Frank glanced away and then back, trying to decide how to ask the question. “A drawer?”

“Two? A closet? Some space under the stairs for your weapons?”

Frank blinked, swallowed. “I mean, uh. I got a safehouse with all my shit in it.”

Matt nodded. His eyes flicked towards the floor, pointedly away from Frank, then back. “You can keep it, if you want. But you don’t have to. If you want.”

Frank looked away this time, trying to decide. “Yeah,” he finally said, then shifted closer to kiss him, once, gently. “Yeah, alright.”

[descaladumidera]

for sleepover Saturday: any Fratt headcanons you’ve never been able to share/put in a fic/drawing?

Hah! A ton! There are just not enough hours in the day and there's not enough energy in me. But for the sake of this not getting out of hand, let's just do one for now. Have some domestic fluff for your weekend.

Matt is a bit of a slob when it comes to discarding his clothes. Not extreme, like throwing them on the ground, but letting them hang over various surfaces in his apartment until he needs to do laundry and collects them all. Some clothes aren't even dirty as he's worn them for only a few hours.

Frank, on the other hand, never got rid of his tidy nature that was drilled into him in the marines. He always neatly folds his clothes and puts them on The Clothes Chair(TM) to be worn again if they're still clean, or throw them in the laundry immediately if they're dirty. Whenever he comes over to Matt's apartment, he starts to clean up Matt's clothes. He folds the ones that are still clean, and puts them on The Clothes Chair(TM), while he throws the dirty ones in the laundry. Sometimes he'll even do Matt's laundry for him.

Matt is very grateful for that.

Thank you so much for the ask! <3

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| It Ain't No ||

Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

Tags/warnings: mild violence, fluff, allusions to smut. ☺️

A/n: this was inspired by a lovely prompt from @munsonownsmyass for a proposal and I've used it for the TFC April songfic challenge!

My song is Option by Crosses 💍🖤

And thank you so much to @realfernmayo for making the moodboard! 💗 If you enjoyed please reblog so that others can read, thank you!

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It was a slow thing, something that started growing a while after he had sniped off ninjas to help Red. It was the least he could do, leave him free to take down the motherfucker that had killed a loved one. That was something they now had in common at least, however tragic it was.

Either way over time they'd usually end up running into each other on odd nights, a couple of ass-kicking vigilante moths to a burning pyre of bad guys. It was almost inevitable in a way.

There were off the cuff team ups in alleyways. Meetings outside dark, dodgy warehouses with an unspoken plan. The occasional rooftop rendezvous to get the jump on an arms dealer. And after a while they were talking through gang takedowns in Red's loft over a few beers.

He wouldn't have called them dates, but Frank hadn't gone on a date in years and well, they were the closest thing.

For the most part as they worked together well to keep Hell's Kitchen safe, at least once Frank had conceded to Red's no killing rule. And then after he had taken a bullet for Red, and Red had taken a knife in the gut for him, he realised there was now something more between them.

Trust.

It had snuck up behind them both, binding them closer.

Either way Frank found himself here, his gaze soft as he sat watching the way the blues and purples of the neon billboard outside washed across Matt's skin. They were like ephemeral bruises, a reminder of the pain they'd endured but not only that. Once the fighting was over and the wounds were stitched, after a time those punches were soothed with tender touches. And then one day, a crashing kiss and a quiet mutual confession of love whispered into skin.

He focused on keeping his heart rate steady, that was the thing with having a boyfriend who had acutely enhanced senses, it was damn difficult to hide anything from him.

"You hungry?" He asks Matt, not even daring to look at him.

Matt raises his head from the case files he had been pouring over for the past couple of hours, now suddenly aware of his growling stomach. "Actually yeah, I could definitely eat. You want to get some Thai?"

Frank shrugs. "Eh, was thinkin' something different."

"Oh?" Matt's interest was piqued and Frank cursed himself internally, he should have known a change in routine would be risky.

"Yeah I dunno, Madani keeps goin' on 'bout some Persian place. Thought we could try it, go out."

Matt throws him one of those sunbeam smiles of his and Frank is almost ready to give his game away right there.

~

"You've asked me four times now if I enjoyed the food, your pulse rate practically skyrocketed when we left the restaurant… Frank, what the hell is up with you?"

He feels like a defendant on the stand getting flayed by Matt's interrogative tone.

"Nothin'. Maybe Persian food just don't agree with me."

Frank tries his utmost to calm himself down but it's too late now. He's not felt this apprehensive in a long time but right now his nerves are frayed.

Matt stops him on the sidewalk. "Frank, I need the truth. Remember when we said we wouldn't have any more secrets? Spit it out, now."

"Seriously, it's nothin' to get your panties in a bunch about. Let's just get home."

Matt leans closer to him. "Frank." He says in a warning tone.

Frank sighs, grumbling as Matt cocks his head when he hears him reach into his jacket pocket and retrieve something.

"This wasn't how it was s'posed to go… I was gonna… fuck it. Here goes."

He kneels down in front of Matt right on the sidewalk, with the cacophony of sounds and smells of the Kitchen as his witness. He should have known that this of all things would never have gone to plan.

"Matt-"

"What are you-"

"Shh, christ, just shut up for once and let me do this." Frank grumbles as he goes to fish the ring from its velvet pouch. Just then, Matt holds up his hand, cocking his head to the side.

"Wait, wait-"

Frank's face falls and Matt can hear the panicked rhythm of his heart.

"Just… can you hold that thought for me? There's someone holding up a bodega two blocks away. C'mon!" Matt is grabbing Frank's arm and pulling him to his feet.

"Aw you're fucking shittin' me?"

Frank follows him quickly, seeing the situation clear through the glass door before he's throwing it open, striding towards the asshole that's pointing a gun at the young cashier while Matt hangs back, just letting him do his thing. It's something that he's both wary of and turned on by. The way Frank has this single minded focus on a target, whatever it is, he's a force of nature when he's in that mode and it sets the hairs at the back of Matt's neck on end.

The moment the gunman turns and sees Frank, the recognition is instant. Frank doesn't give a shit if he knows who he is, easily disarming him, breaking the guy's wrist and grabbing his arm and slamming him down to the floor, twisting it painfully behind his back.

"You know what you've done, shithead?"

'Shithead' yells in pain as Frank wrenches his arm up higher. "Hey give me a break man, I- I didn't shoot nobody!"

Frank continues. "Nah, but you've scared this nice lady, and ruined me and my partner's evening, that's what. Fuckface." Frank growls loud right next to his face. "Now, I got more important shit to do and I ain't got time to waste takin' your fuckin' sorry ass to the police, so here's the deal - you're gonna wait here for them to come pick you up while we call em. Ain't that so?"

The guy shakes his head. "Yeah sure, good luck with that, I'll be back out again tomorrow anyways!"

Matt comes up from behind Frank and punches the guy square in the face knocking him out.

"Hey!" Frank turns to him, surprised at his actions.

Matt shrugs as he pulls out his phone to call 911. "I was getting impatient, and besides, you've got important shit to do." He turns to the cashier. "Are you okay, miss?"

The woman nods and thanks them both for intervening. Frank restrains the perp with a hefty amount of cable ties from the back room and Matt leaves his N&M card with the cashier. "You just call us if you need any help."

As they walk down the street toward home, Matt can't help the beginnings of a smile tugging up at the corner of his mouth as he waits.

"So, you were saying?" He presses, his smile growing with every second. Frank stops, shakes his head and scoffs.

"It's always gonna be like this ain't it?"

Matt breathes out something between a laugh and a sigh. "Could argue that it keeps it interesting…"

Frank stops him in the street. "Listen. You and I, we ain't always had the smoothest ride and don't I know it, if tonight's anythin' to go by… but there's no one else I'd rather take that ride with." He shakes his head. "What I'm sayin' is-"

Before he can get it out, Matt is sweeping down in front of him on the sidewalk on bended knee, holding out a ring of his own.

Frank could fucking kill him.

"Frank, will you marry me?"

It's all he can do to laugh. "You fucking- get up here you asshole!" He drags him up into his arms and a slow, sensual kiss. The kind where there's no sense of time or place. When they finally separate, they're both smiling so much it almost hurts. They never thought they'd get this far.

"So?" Matt pushes, sliding his hand down to hold Frank's, their fingers interlocking.

Frank huffs against his cheek. "Well, it ain't no." He pulls back, looking at Matt's pretty face. "Will you marry me?"

"Ain't no either!"

"Alright you smart ass," He says, lifting Matt's hand after he retrieves his silver ring from his pocket and slides it onto his finger. Matt does the same with Frank and when he lets go of his hand, he takes off and runs his fingers over the engraving on the inside of the ring that Frank has just given him.

"It says, 'pain in my fuckin' ass forever'. Frank jokes, and Matt laughs and pecks him on the cheek.

"Well yours says 'better the devil you know'." He grins.

"Huh. Whadaya know, we're perfect for each other."

Matt never hopes for much but he can't wipe the look of sheer joy off his face, tugging Frank along, urging him to walk faster so they can get home and he can fully remind him of just how just grateful he is. He can feel Frank's happiness and contentment too, his heart rate settled and strong with the occasional little flutter when he squeezes Matt's hand and feels the ring there, solid and real.

They're all over each other as soon as the door to their apartment closes, and Matt's coffee table is the first and certainly not the last casualty of their unbridled passion as they make their way to the bedroom. But when they get there it's all gentle love. There will always be bruises, but they'll always be chased with kisses.

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Frank tags: @divinearchangel @saintmurd0ck @castlesnchurches @mindidjarin @hellskitchenswhore @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @shedaresthedevil @freshabogados @mattmurdockspainkink @briefcasejuice @frankcastlescumslut

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[she-likesorchids]

Matt Murdock, Murderdock, and Fratt Masterlist

Matt Murdock:

Just My Type (fluff, ongoing)

Cadence (smut, ongoing)

Fratt (Frank Castle x Matt Murdock):

For Keeps (Frank x Matt x F!Reader, ongoing)

Murderdock (Earth-65 Kingpin!Matt Murdock):

Sealed with a Kiss (Murderdock x F!Reader "Kitten, ongoing)

[amhrosina]

Frank Castle Masterlist (Updated July 19 2023)

❤️ - fluff ❤️‍🔥 - smut ❤️‍🩹 - angst

Series':

Two Ghosts - Masterlist ❤️❤️‍🩹

One Shots:

"Why are you so nice to me?" - part 1 ❤️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

The Four Times Frank Almost Asks You to Marry Him, and the One Time He Does ❤️❤️‍🩹

Dancing on the Ceiling ❤️‍🔥

I’ll Never Let Anyone Hurt You ❤️‍🩹

Have You Ever Seen the Rain ❤️❤️‍🩹

The Punisher vs. The Cat ❤️

Jealousy ❤️

No Funny Business ❤️‍🔥

Wherever You Go, I Go ❤️‍🩹

Holidate (Christmas Special!) ❤️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

I’m With You (Always) ❤️‍🩹

The Great War (SongFic) ❤️‍🩹

Tease Me Before You Please Me (poly! Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️‍🔥

Play Time (poly! Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️‍🔥

Show Me How Much You Missed Me (poly! Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️‍🔥

Favorite Kind of Trouble (poly! Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️‍🔥

Bad Dreams (Hold Me Closer)-(poly! Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Touch Me ❤️‍🔥

Waltz of the Vigilantes ❤️‍🔥❤️

Let Me Help You ❤️❤️‍🩹

Honey Come Home ❤️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

I Wanna Love Me The Way That You Love Me ❤️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

An Unexpected Delight (poly!Fratt x Reader) ❤️‍🔥

Good Girls Get Rewarded ❤️‍🔥

Be My Baby ❤️‍🔥❤️

Headcanons:

Frank Reacting to Your Parents Being Mean to You ❤️

NSFW Alphabet ❤️‍🔥

Birthday Celebrations❤️

Frank With An Inexperienced Reader ❤️‍🔥❤️

Ficlets:

Frank Snapping at Touchy Reader ❤️‍🩹

Stumbling In (Frank Castle x Matt Murdock) ❤️‍🩹

Spelling Out 'I Love You' (poly!Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️

Safe and Sound (SongFic) ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

Morning Sex w/ Frank ❤️❤️‍🔥

Frank Comforts a Crying Reader ❤️‍🩹❤️

Instagram AUs:

(These are in no particular order unless specifically stated)

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[chvoswxtch]

fearless- games! (cym, fmk, etc.)

cym as your own fics! (is this fun? idk i think so)

you're really making me use my brain with these cym games

@thyme-in-a-bubble: girls night (don't ask questions)

@saintmurd0ck: tell me i'm wrong (the first matty fanfic I ever read was one of yours and inspired me to start writing my own)

@itwasthereaminuteago: return the favor (bc you're the queen of fratt and inspired me to write them together)

@pleasurebuttonwrites: get me (you're one of the only people that understands my thirst for elektra)

@theradioactivespidergwen: don't want no trouble (you're a sassy lil thing and I think frank would do whatever you said as holy writ)

@farfromstrange: midnights (matt's version) (I had so much fun reading your analysis of every poem and fangirling over matty & blondie with you <3)

@mars-rants-a-lot: care packages (you're always showing me your little hauls and they feel like my own personal virtual care packages <3)

@desert-fern: the bodyguard (your reactions to each of these chapters are some of my absolute favorites to read & i'd totally hire you to be my bodyguard even though you're only an inch taller than me)

@courtforshort15: happy valentine's day (you're so incredibly sweet and write some of the best matty comfort/fluff i've ever read)

@spoodermain: revenge (honestly this whole mini series makes me think of you bc we're constantly thirsting over them both but your reaction to this one specifically lives rent free in my head)

[frattweek]

Behold...

The FrattWeek Mini Bang gave us fic + art collaborations, including TWO podfics!

There's fluff yet there's angst, there's action and there's introspection, there's smut as well as PG13... Comics or TV, AU or canon-compliant - you've got it all, for all your tastes! Sexy times? Road trips? Mermaids? Hanahaki? Kink? Sick fic? Good dogs? Trans characters? Friendship is the real superpower? Vampires? Feels? Construction worker!Frank? All of that, and more!

Here is the main tag on this Tumblr blog: #frattweekbang and here is the AO3 collection ! Works are tagged as needed on Tumblr and AO3.

Bangin’ banner by @xycuro-illuminati !

Share and reblog!

Especially since Tumblr may not like all the non-Tumblr, AO3 links... counting on you ;-)

Stomach Aches (AO3) by @kal-thas and @saturntellsme Summary: Another cough wracked his chest, something soft and bloody settling on his tongue. Floral mixed with iron and spit hit his nose, pain wracked his system again. Stomach twisting into knots. Matt/Frank hanahaki au

Rainy Moods (AO3) by @hardwiredweird and @unwanted-animal Summary: During a stormy night in, Matt and Frank find themselves unable to keep their hands to themselves.

Your Six (AO3) by @andaniellight and @b-421 Summary: Frank had never been inside his apartment, but never kicked Matt out of his safehouses when he followed him back like a curious puppy, never trailing him like a mark. Nipping at his heels, maybe, but flirting was safer than most of their other interactions. He fucking missed the guy. Not because he'd broken the no-kill promise - Frank never made that promise but he missed having a friend that supported his 'night habits' without offering a lecture. Frank understood all the parts of Daredevil that he couldn't explain to anyone else - all the parts nobody else would care about.

The Good kind of Pain (AO3) by @anna-hawk and @nkeiiin + podfic by @confusedandhopeful Summary: Matt and Frank return to Matt’s apartment after a long night on a mission. Frank was shot in the stomach, but since he’s been wearing a body armor, it’s only a large, albeit painful, bruise. After Matt checks him for deeper damage and comes up with nothing, some banter ensues that leads to Matt pressing into Frank’s bruised stomach. The noise Frank makes is not only from pain. When Frank retaliates, Matt realizes that he enjoys receiving the pain as much as giving it, and so does Frank.

Something old and something new (AO3) by @neko-kohaku and @nkeiiin Summary: Frank and Matt are having a moment™ while waiting for Karen and her date to join them for an after-work dinner

Ethically Sourced (AO3) by @wellofhavoc, @unwanted-animal Summary: When Daredevil goes missing, it's up to Frank Castle to find him. However, he's not the same man he once was. He has a hunger that he refuses to sate.

Hills and Pines (AO3) by @jxthics, iithril, and @andaniellight Summary: Frank is grumpy, but the bad kind of grumpy. Matt decides to do something, and helped by Foggy and Karen, prepares a roadtrip.

Sensory Soup (AO3) by @tofuthebold and @alohdark Summary: Scent could be a dangerous concoction. A sickening miasma or some sort of wonder that tugged at an empty stomach.

Awful Ideas (and their benefits) (AO3) by @kal-thas and @ieatcomicbooks Summary: Matt knows he was being an ass the whole night leading up to this. He knew that the lingering touches stayed maybe a second too long to be just friendly, that he was closer than usual. t4t fratt fic

Tensile Strength (AO3) by @plumedpenn, @wellofhavoc, and @tofuthebold (post) Summary: David recruits Frank to deal with a bomb threat, so Frank recruits Matt to track down the culprit. How it turns into a fake date with Red, he’ll never understand, but if Red’s not gonna behave himself, then neither will he. (And so what if he’s got that ass backwards?)

Double Life (AO3) by @unstable-river and @b-421 Summary: When he took the job on the police force, he was chasing a lead and the pansy-ass cop training was a walk in the park after his stint in the Marines.

A Study of the North American House Hippo (AO3) by @eobardthawneallen and meowvelous Summary: Matt’s not happy when Frank corners him into dog-sitting, but the dog - a pitbull named Sasha - takes a liking to him. With her around, Matt is surprised to find that the nightmares from his past are easier to live with. And later, spending time with her has the bonus of getting to know Frank better too. While both Sasha and Frank are nothing Matt never imagined for himself, they might end up helping him realize exactly what he does need. Featuring: Matt’s various found families, Jessica Jones actually smiling for once, a barely-keeping-it-together Matt, and a surprisingly stable Frank.

deep thoughts about soup (AO3) by @unstable-river and @alistrawrites Summary: "You're the worst drama queen I've ever met," Frank says, showing no sympathy whatsoever and Matt rolls over and groans into his pillow. (Matt has a cold. Frank takes care of him anyway.)

Frank Castle Defense Squad (AO3) by @wellofhavoc and @art-and-jazz (post here) + podfic by @confusedandhopeful Summary: Frank is found out and tracked down by police to Matt Murdock's doorstep, but Matt be damned if he's going with them. And he just might be if help doesn't arrive from the strangest places.

Like Clockwork (AO3) by @rrr-nightingale and iithril Summary: Every day, at the same time, Frank sees the same stranger walking by the construction site he's working at. Every day, at the same time, Matt feels the gaze of a stranger on him as he walks by a construction site. It could have stayed like this, but sometimes paths are meant to cross.

like a pitbull in a basement (AO3) by @hardwiredweird and @ieatcomicbooks Summary: After a fight that runs out of control, Frank and Matt work shit out. Sort of.

Diving for Pearls (AO3) by @plumedpenn and @tooattached2fictionalcharacters Summary: After everything that’s happened, Frank finds himself ready to pick up his guitar again. Matt thinks that’s great and all, but he’s more interested in just picking up Frank.

You'll Never Sink When You Are With Me (AO3) by @stripedscribe and @barionyx Summary: Time passed, weeks, months, and what Ock had said weighed heavily on Matt. That there could be someone out there who could grant them what they so wanted, their happiness, their forever. “We’ll see you-” Matt couldn’t say soon, they didn’t know how long it would take, how long before they would have to accept they weren’t coming home. “We’ll see you again.” The danger was in the unknown. In the areas they lived, the areas they visited most often, they knew what to avoid, which creatures, which plants, what part of the environment was most likely to hurt. But here, further than he’d ever been, everything was strange, everything was new.

Muscle Memory (AO3) by @flamebird-j and @roipecheur Summary: A typical run-in with a warehouse full of arms dealers takes a turn when Daredevil shows up to rain on Frank's parade, gets himself shot, and then uses the last of his strength to save Frank's life in a way Frank never would have expected. Four days later, Matt wakes up in the hospital with a stomach wound he doesn't remember getting a whole night missing from his head.

Denial and Truths (AO3) by @alohdark and @unstable-river Summary: Guilt and fear twisted in Matt’s gut and he tried to pull himself away from Frank, pull himself away from his words. “I’m not a murderer.”

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