#saintmurd0ck director's cut

[saintmurd0ck]

director's cut! matt murdock + morning after :')

morning after

matt masterlist | sleepover masterlist

thank you so much for your ask, it was so fun to write! i interpret this as the first time spending the night at matt's... so i hope that's what you had in mind too 💗

you wake up pleasantly sore after your first night spent at matt's apartment, wrapped comfortably in his silk sheets, his heady cedar-shampoo scent drifting through your thoughts

you squint your eyes, still adjusting to the sunlight filtering in through his vaulted windows, heart thundering at the absence of his warmth from beside you

but your wariness only lasts for a moment, because from somewhere deep in the kitchen, you can hear the coffee pot brewing, the clinking of a pan being set onto the stove, and matt humming--is that music?

"90s top 40!" he calls out, digging around in the fridge. "hungry?"

you offer him an enthusiastic 'yes' as you sit up, drawing the sheets up to your chest, realising that your clothes are still strewn all over the apartment. incidentally, matt's outfit of choice this fine morning is nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants... but you don't need to see the outline of his arousal to be reminded of it

his lips curve into a smirk. "whatcha thinking about?"

fuck. you forget he can read you so acutely, no thanks to your body's signals giving you away

you shove the thought of having him again so soon down as far as it'll go, getting up to press into him from behind, leaving a kiss on the side of his neck

turns out, that's all you need to do, because...

an hour or so goes past, and there you are, panting in his bed again, waiting for him to clean up the mess he's left on your chest and in between your thighs

and your clothes still lay in heaps on the floor outside, still undisturbed from the night before.

[saintmurd0ck]

Oh, Rhi. When I saw this, I knew I had to send in a request 😆❤️

And because I'm in such a fluffy mood, could I pretty please have some major fluff with Frank Castle? Maybe a love confession? 🙈

Feel free to ignore, I'm just a fluffball today and Frank needs some love 😍

death and taxes

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awwww lily i am in a mortifyingly fluffy mood and simultaneously yearning for the man that is frank castle... so please rejoice in these thoughts with me. please note the photo is a little misleading cause this thing be angsty (a little) BUT ANYWAY i hope you like it!

frank doesn't know why it's taken him this long to say it. 

he thinks it's partially denial, but like many aspects of his life, there's a thin layer of silt that's settled over this feeling, that causes it to numb, despite the heart loudly pounding in his ribcage in earnest. for you.

he glances at the alarm clock on the bedside table, wincing at the time. it's 4.24 in the morning. he looses a heavy sigh before turning back onto his side, staring intently at the steady rise and fall of your chest, at the blissful expression painted on your face.

the sun is far from rising, moonlight barely drifting past the curtains, but there's an ethereal glow about you. there's a dull ache that spreads in frank's chest, symbiote-like as it snakes outwards, reaching into every shadow-filled nook and cranny within.

it pains him--loving you pains him. it's a sweet kind of agony, one that pairs fitful sleep and tormenting nightmares with the goodness of your soul, the understanding and kindness that seep from your actions into the centre of frank's transgressions. after all, you're the only person left in his life that sees him for who he truly is. 

there are days when he is weary, when his self-loathing echoes above your adoration, when he questions all of what he deserves. he doesn't know if today will be one of those days, where the roaring in his head dulls every other sense about him.

but he knows it's time. it's long overdue. 

and he knows he's got a shot with you. it's a chance of redemption, even if the odds are slim.

frank grits his jaw as the phantom pain spreads, catching stiffly in his joints, in his breathing. this is real, he reminds himself. it's not a nightmare. he moves closer to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your spine, inhaling the scent that's become home to him.

as it does every once in a while, the voice of mario castiglione blossoms in his memory. frank's father. his lilting sicilian accent rings clear. 'when you meet the one, you'll know. you'll know, because the love will be as real as the two things in life that are certain.' frank can still see the two fingers his dad would hold up. 'death, and taxes.'

death and taxes, indeed.

frank chuckles softly, supplementing his father's memory with a new one of his own. "wanted to wait until you were awake to say this, but if i don't do it now, i'll lose my nerve."

he pauses as you stir, mumbling his name, resuming only when he's certain you're fast asleep. "shoulda said it the first time i laid eyes on you, sweetheart. but here we are." 

he nudges himself once more. as real as death and taxes.

"i love you. i sure as hell don't deserve you, but you're here, huh? hell, i'll spend every goddamn day makin' it up to you... to, i dunno, prove myself."

the confession is freeing, easing the weight on his shoulders, one word at a time. frank can't remember the last time he's spoken to anyone with this sort of grace, or vulnerability. it's liberating, and he feels it--mind, body and soul. 

"i love you," he whispers, scooping you into his arms, holding your bodies as close as he can muster. as if the dam has broken, it comes tumbling out; a mantra, a tangible prayer. "i love you, sweetheart."

'i love you i love you i love you,' his spirit sings.

tags {x} @marvelswh0re @murdock-and-the-sea @itwasthereaminuteago @devils-dares @mattmurdocksscars @castlesnchurches @mindidjarin @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @honeyedheartss

tagging some of my frank besties cause i'm so fucking proud of this one

[saintmurd0ck]

okay i have decided to not hold back so i am just gonna jump straight in with something slutty :)

my darling, may i please request a little drabble with your thoughts on michael kinsella with a marking kink?

and i ain't talking a little hickey here or there, I'm talking nails down his back, rope marks on wrists type things >:)

because i just KNOW his ass is hiding something a little freaky

impressionable

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EMILY!!! of course this is what you request... not saying much but like.... you're so predictable (affectionate, i love you more than life) the ideas are BREWING so pls enjoy >:) (also THE BANNER HELLO)

beneath that shy, soft-spoken exterior, something wicked roils and simmers deep in his kinsella core.

he's never, ever been outward with it, and it constantly takes him the courage to reveal to you what he's into, or the things that bring him true pleasure. it's ironic, considering what he does for his family, and the nature of his past, but he would never do something to make you run away

and when you did eventually find out, after giving him all the space and breadth he needed to come clean...

"so you mean you like hickeys?" you asked, fiddling with your thumbs. it felt as if you were still a teenager, giving and receiving hickeys for the first time.

michael bit his lip, cheeks staining crimson. "uhh.. s'more than that."

you arched your eyebrows inquisitively. "more, huh?"

and later that evening, when he had you spread out on the bed, hands chafing together, courtesy of the rope he'd expertly knotted, he felt himself shudder, felt his cock twitch in response. besides the rope impressions now decorating your wrists, he'd left his marks all down your neck, some on your breasts, for only him to see, hand prints gripped tight enough to bruise on your thighs

but that was only what he did to you.

because when he untied you, and you straddled him, nudging his aching cock into your folds, you began to do the same.

and after he'd spilled in you with a roar, compliments of the hickey now starkly red against the tanned skin of his throat (and the rest adorning his body as nicely as his tattoos), you began to realise just how much fun you were about to have.

[saintmurd0ck]

Hi Rhiii bby 💕 so happy to see you back on tumblr!! 😍

For your sleepover, a 🎥 b-roll (only if you feel up to it, of course ;))

How do you imagine spending a rainy day in with Mikey? With nowhere to go, no business to take care off, just you, and him, and the cozy weather? ☔

rainy day

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thank you so much for sending in a b-roll ask!!! i am deep in my mikey phase at the moment, so enjoy this soft lil thing 🥺

michael is an absolute sucker for the rain (even if he tries hard to hide it) (ESPECIALLY from eric)

he does that little shy smile, you know the one where he bites his lip and looks down at the ground, when he sees that it's grey outside, fat raindrops beginning to roll down the windows

he's half tempted to leave the curtains closed (for... recreational purposes, of course) but he draws them open so you can see how beautiful it is outside

he's the first out of bed, the first to put the kettle on

oh, and mikey makes some of the best tea you've ever had

rainy days at home involve thick, cozy blankets, sweatpants, reruns of your favourite action-fantasy movies and petrichor-rich make-out sessions

when there's no business to attend to, and the weather is as gloomy as this, mikey spends the day worshipping you, being with you; just... existing, with his favourite person.

[saintmurd0ck]

for your sleepover, may i request photo stills of sneaking around and hooking up with matt in the law library?

i think it would be so cute >:)

love love love you and everything you write!

📸 law library with matt

[saintmurd0ck]

Hey Rhi!! For the photo stills I don't have any specific scenario in mind but I would so so love some domestic Frankie, I feel like I just wanna make that man a meal and cuddle him lol

📸 domestic frank

[saintmurd0ck]

Welcome back!!!

You said that you’d be okay yelling about things,,

I MUST KNOW: how do you feel about Karen and foggy not returning to DD Born Again??

hi my love! thank you so much for being the first ask 💗

so in terms of screaming.... i am not buying this for a second (also i am hopelessly in denial 🤩🤩) considering what happened with andrew garfield, liam neeson for the kenobi series etc... i am trying to be a little optimistic.

however, if this turns out to be true and they have either gotten rid of foggy and karen (which is preposterous) or god forbid RECAST THEM... i don't even know what i'd do with myself. i'd be livid. as much as i love matt and frank returning, the show won;'t be the same without elden and deborah, or foggy and karen. the REAL foggy and karen! plus, considering how the finale of s3 ended, it just doesn't make sense for them not to be in the show. also, i believe that foggy and karen are 100% fundamental not just to matt's character but to his wellbeing. there aren't many people who would go out of their way to check in or care for him the way that they do.

as always with disney i am apprehensive but... i'm trying to stay positive, and hoping that they can do our wonderful characters justice.

[saintmurd0ck]

Hi poppet!

📝 what would you most want to see, or think we'll see from Frank being back in the series!? Do you think he'll work nicely together with Matt? 😁

okay so let me just let you in on the brain rot i have experienced for the last 24 hours. i'm at a bit of a loss as to frank returning (don't get me wrong, i am so excited) but i am, as with everything disney, nervous as all hell.

i think that when frank returns there'll be a little rivalry (there has to be 🤭) but i hope we see more of them working together, and more of the parallels between their morality and philosophies.

also, incredibly whorish of me but if we see them both in a scene together shirtless i will immediately combust and turn into ashes. and tbh i'm happy going that way 😭💗

but anyway, on a more serious note, i think what they did in s2 of DD was incredible in the introduction of frank's character, which then went on to be a fantastic series on its own. whatever they end up doing, as long as they find the balance between them being rivals but also finding they can work together and perhaps compromise (of sorts).