#saintmurd0ck let's have a sleepover

[saintmurd0ck]

hi babes!! may I request the smut prompt ❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜ for matt please??? <3333

ahhhhh sil thank you so much for this delicious request! in fact, you and @marvelswh0re sent in the same one ;) and oh my god, this was absolutely heavenly to work on.

let's have a sleepover at mine!

gasp | matt murdock x reader

Matt doesn’t know what’s gotten into him today. 

Hand slipping past the waistband of his boxers to palm his hardening cock, he navigates himself to your contact on his phone, pressing dial. He brings a fist up to his mouth to stifle his groan as you pick up on the third ring, greeting him with an enthusiastic chirp.

“How’s your day, sweetheart?” he asks softly, running his thumb over the tip of his cock.

He nods as you reply, telling him about your busy, boring workday, painfully hard as he allows himself to get lost in the sound of your voice. He fucks his hand with long, languid strokes, grip just a little lighter than how he normally would jerk off, mimicking your featherlight touch. 

“I love hearing your voice,” he whispers, voice low and husky, chest tightening as he squeezes his shaft, upping his pace just a little. He’s that close to whimpering as you giggle over the phone, talking to him about how much you miss him, and how excited you are to come home. 

It feels sinful – wicked, almost – that he’s jerking himself off to your voice, unbeknownst to you as you go on about your day. The thought of being caught in the act makes him fist his cock harder, ragged breathing getting more and more difficult to mask.

“That’s– that’s nice, sweetheart,” he pants, as you finish up a story about your coworker, throwing his head back into the couch, nearing the edge as he pumps himself faster.

“Matty?” Concern laces your voice for only a second. 

“Yeah?” he chokes, using his other hand to pull down the front of his boxer briefs. He wouldn’t allow the fabric to restrict his movements anymore.

Realisation settles in you, widening your eyes. “Matt. If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”

“Please, baby,” he rasps, “need… you… so fuckin’ b–” His cum shoots out in messy, thick ropes as he ruts into his hand, bucking his hips into his curled fingers, muscles tensing as release overcomes his entire body.

“Need you so bad,” he murmurs at the sound of the dial tone.

His ears perk up as your follow-up text sounds aloud. ‘You better be ready for me when I get home.’

[yarrystyleeza]

𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓪'𝓼 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭

𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

The moment I've been waiting for has finally come! As I indicated in the headline, I've reached 200 followers here on Tumblr, thank you all so much, this truly means a lot to me, also thank you for the feedback I always got on my works and even my random shitposts! <3

and to celebrate this very important and remarkable life event— I had planned a sleepover celebration which consists of games, questions, asks, and of course, requests! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from September 15th till the 21st of the same month where you can submit asks and requests!

As for games, I have a list of them!

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

This or That: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

exchanged ships: you basically give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate my music taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I wanna write you a song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me, and it's an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

AND FINALLY, THE REQUESTS!

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. And of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Henry the vampire, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

Intimate moments

Gestures that make me feel love

Romantic rainy day prompts

gentle things that makes me fall harder in love

fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts

lighthearted first kiss scenarios

Sparring prompts

Forced proximity prompts

Date prompts masterpost

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 2h sleepover celebration so that they're all sorted there, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone) @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @netflixmatt @bellaxgiornata @farfromstrange @itwasthereaminuteago @loveroftoomanyfandoms @little-miss-dilf-lover @tongueofcat @mattmurdockscox @courtforshort15 @chvoswxtch @mattmurdocksscars @kal-0n @murc0ck @babygrlmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @mindidjarin @she-likesorchids @munsonownsmyass @saintmurd0ck @murdocklorian @abbyhaslongshorts @theradioactivespidergwen @softasawhisper @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @netflixmatt-main

That's basically everything I have for my first sleepover celebration, feel free to submit your requests and games anytime! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

[pedrito-friskito]

time for some summer fun my lovelies!

this sundae (haha see what I did there), let’s have a sleepover! 🤍 my askbox is open starting NOW, and I’ll be accepting submissions/requests until saturday midnight! I’ll start posting sunday - might not get all of them posted in one day but I’ll do my best!

the flavours:

request a prompt (see below!)

send me your favourite songs

ask me about my fics/give me your theories

tell me about your favourite movies

ask me literally anything

tell me a story about something good that happened to u recently

the toppings:

send me prompts! here are your options:

🌸 give me a character (check the lists below, or send me something new!) and any prompt - there are also lists below, but if you have one in mind, send it! 🌸

🎧 pick a character and a song and I’ll write something based on the lyrics - or tell me to shuffle my writing playlist! 🎧

🎲 ROLL FOR FIC 🎲 - here’s a new one, letting my inner dnd nerd out…roll lists are under the cut, pick one of my dice sets and I’ll roll for a fic! pick a character list, fluffy or smutty, and let the dice decide the rest!

also tagging some of my lovely mutual bbys in case anyone wants to participate 🤍

@psychedelic-ink @inklore @mandoblowmybackout @allfoolsinluv @splendiferous-bitch @alwritey-aphrodite @prolix-yuy @iamskyereads @vermillionwinter @stxrrylunatic @itwasthereaminuteago @munsonownsmyass @e-dubbc11 @saintmurd0ck @wildemaven @grippingbeskar @againstacecilia @steadyasthe-flowers @theradioactivespidergwen

[frankcastlescumslut]

oh my gosh hey baes <3

let’s have a sleepover!!!!

I recently hit 300 followers which is so crazy to me!!! thank you!!! to everyone who takes the time to read and interact with me/anything I write- it is the craziest feeling and is so humbling. I love you guys!!!

ground rules and housekeeping:

I accept anons, but please do not request anything nsfw related if you are not 18+! I’m trusting you! I will block you otherwise!

characters I write for: Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Bucky Barnes

I will not write: anything related to r*pe play, inc.est, scat/piss kinks under any circumstances. I don’t mind writing about difficult/taboo topics, but please message me first if you think a request may seem obscure <3

just a reminder: I am a real person with real life responsibilities as well, so some of these may not be answered as soon as they are received. Thank you for being patient with me <3

yeehaw!!!! let’s have a sleepover!!! from July 11 - July 13 (12pm EDT/11am CDT) my inbox will be open for the following:

🌸: send me a character with any prompt from these lists - intimate moments / date ideas / polar opposites / physical intimacy

🌷: send me a character and a headcannon and i’ll come up w something!

🌺: let’s play “husband/one night stand/best friend” FMK (not limited to my character list) would you rather, this or that, etc.

✨: send me a character and I’ll pick a song that reminds me of them and why

💐 : send any thoughts you have! angsty/fluffy/thirsty - anything!

🌹: chit chat with me :)

please use the corresponding emoji in the ask so I don’t get confused :) thank you!!

tagging some people I think would be interested: @angelface-posts @pnktreacle @blackmagickatt @smut-angel @saintmurd0ck @sweetieswiftie (let me know if you would like to be untagged!!)

[saintmurd0ck]

AND FOR MY NEXT TRICK:

off that soft prompts list - tracing your lover’s scars, but matt x reader x frank and not just reader doing it, but guiding matt’s hands over frank’s body and the reverse 🥺🥺🥺🥺

do with that what you will polygodmother 💗

be still and feel my beating heart

let's have a sleepover at mine!

pairing: frank castle x reader x matt murdock

a/n: thank you so much for this wonderful ask, kay my darling. this was so beautiful and so soft; i'm sorry it turned out way angstier than intended but... enjoy anyway. 🥺

song pairing: dear august (pj harding & noah cyrus)

The howling wind seems to quieten as your fingers dance across Frank's chest, smooth skin and hardened muscle giving way to a ringed scar that ebbs underneath your fingertips.

You loose a heavy breath. "If you ever had the chance to heal this completely, would you take it?" Would you heal the mark and bear it internally instead?

Frank stills, as if your very question prods red-hot into the centre of his soul.

Heat blooms across your face as remorse surges through your veins. "I don't mean–"

"No. Never."

Matt props himself up with an elbow, shoving the covers off in the process. "Because the scars keep them alive, preserve their memory."

Frank's eyes flutter shut as the pit in your stomach opens up, eddying with shame and bitterness. With the guilt of asking the question. Or the fact that you thought about it in the first place.

Your heart sinks a little further as Frank's hand rests against your own, pressing it flat against the mark. "I'm forgetting things," he says, voice lowered to a near-whisper. "I can't remember her laugh. Or the way" —his voice breaks— "the kids would run up to me after school."

The three of you are silent for a second, interrupted only by a gust of wind that brushes up against the vaulted windows. He circles the scar gently. "That's uh— that's not even because of them. Got that one in Kandahar."

Matt swallows, reaching over to clasp his hand over Frank's. And yours. "Doesn't matter where or how you got it, Frank. You bleed the same. You bleed for them."

"That's right," Frank mutters, nodding his head slowly; the movement barely discernible in the dark.

Matt leans into his touch, gripping the both of you tightly. "You fight for them every single day. That's all you can do, and you do it, over and over again, without a second thought. They're proud of you, Frank. Of this life you've created, of the way you honour them."

Frank inhales sharply as you squeeze him, holding him as close to you as humanly possible. "And what about you, Red?"

"My scars?"

"Yeah. D'ya think you'd erase 'em, if you could?"

Matt purses his lips, tilting his chin to the ceiling. He seems poised to answer the question, but you know the expression on his face. He's deep in thought, and it's more than likely he's sifting through the memories of every cicatrix he's ever worn.

"I don't know," he murmurs, chewing on his lip. "On one hand, I'd get less questions, but on the other..." You press a kiss to Frank's shoulder as your hand now settles on the plane of Matt's stomach, hoping your touch offers him some semblance of support. He breathes a quick 'thank you' before continuing. "On the other hand, they remind me the fight is real. That everything I've done has been worth it, in some way or another."

You run your fingers through his hair, sensing the words he's left unsaid. "There's more, isn't there, Matt?"

"Hm?"

"They're a living reminder of your pain."

Matt turns his head away, as if to shield himself from the truth. "Yeah. So maybe I deserve it."

Frank wastes no time in cupping Matt's jaw, bringing his head back to face in the right direction, grumbling his disagreement in the process. "S'bullshit, Red. Absolute bullshit if I've ever heard it."

"Glad you think so, Castle," Matt scoffs, every word clipped.

You swipe a thumb over Matt's cheek, trailing your fingers down the side of his neck, earning a shudder in response.

"C'mere, Frank," you mumble, guiding his touch towards the long scar on Matt's stomach; the one given to him by Nobu.

Matt stifles a groan as the callouses of Frank's fingers scrape gently over his skin, then again as Frank's lips trace the outlines of the twin marks adorning his chest.

Your next words come out mumbled, dispersed amongst kisses that flutter down Frank's back. "You, my darling Matthew, bleed for Hell's Kitchen. And God knows the city's safer for it, so let your scars be a reminder of all the good you’ve done."

“That’s right, Red,” Frank adds. “‘Sides, you got us now, and I don’t want your sad Catholic boy act. You’ve done good. Hell, better than I ever could.”

As the world around the three of you begins to fade away, intercepted only by Matt’s hushed argument-in-response, you think about it for a second: how it'd well and truly take a lifetime to kiss every single scar flecking their bodies.

You might as well start right now.

[saintmurd0ck]

tip of your tongue

masterlist

pairing: matt murdock x f!reader

summary: based on the prompt 'you know you love me' as requested by @eatommo

warnings: f!receiving oral, cocksure matt

a/n: a repost thanks to this nasty bug :( enjoy everyone x

let's have a sleepover at mine!

Matt's mouth curves into a devilish grin. "You know you love me," he drawls, listening intently to your groans as he hooks his hands under your thighs. He experiments with the pressure as he kneads at the sensitive flesh, listening to the uptick in your heartbeat as he squeezes harder.

"Fuck off, Murdock," you grunt, back arching off the soft leather. Your words are stern, but the desperation cracks through your voice like a blade on thin ice. You lean into it a little, knowing the way Matt's drawn to your pleas. "You can't-- mm, Matty," -- you enunciate, relishing in the growl that slips past his lips -- "stop teasing me. You'd better make me cum."

As always the phantom 'or else' at the end of your sentence lingers between the two of you, but it lacks any real weight. Instead, it's a promise, yet to be fulfilled by the man kneeling between your legs.

Matt clicks his tongue as he inches dangerously close to your pussy, nostrils flaring as he registers the dampness pooling there. "Patience is a virtue, sweetheart."

"I swear to God, I'll--"

He shuts you up by pulling you forward, until your ass is propped up by the arm of the couch, the rest of your body tipped in a decline. From this angle, you have to work to see him, and the only fruit of your labour is a shit-eating grin that flits across his face. Unfairly handsome... stupidly perfect... motherfucker.

Matt cocks his head with intent as he catches the sharp intake that sluices through your teeth. It's as if he can read your thoughts. "Why don't you let me do the talking, hm? You can let go for me, angel."

A sudden rush of arousal peaks your nipples, snaking from the base of your spine up into your temples. The corners of his lips flicker into a knowing smile as he shuffles forward, pressing a kiss to your stomach, on a spot just below your belly button. His gentle pecks turn into wet, open-mouthed kisses; one to the spot where the waistband of your underwear would sit, then one to the juncture of your thighs. He's delicate, latching onto your skin like that, but his tongue swirls with surety, with a hunger for something only you could give him.

You buck your hips into the air as Matt kisses you on either side of your clit, and for a moment it seems to sweeten the deal, but still, your frustration -- that sweet agony -- sours the air.

"Please, Matthew," you whine, drawing out the syllables in his name, reaching down to curl your fingers in his hair.

He doesn't wait before spreading you apart with both hands, breath warm as it fans over your skin.

His mouth is close, so close.

You're throbbing, and there's nothing else to show for it except the slickness that's spread to your inner thighs, and the heat of your desire building to a crescendo.

Just a little closer and...

Stars bloom in the edges of your vision as his nose brushes against your wetness. If the choked sob you let out is any indication of how badly you want-- no, need him...

You grit your teeth, trying to calm the shakiness in your breathing, the heavy rise and fall of your chest. You know Matt. He'll keep you dangling for only a little longer--

The tip of his tongue dances over your clit, and you swear your soul shoots from the confines of your body, yet all you can offer him is your writhing torso and a mewl that makes his cock strain in his slacks. There's no reprieve for you as he begins to lick in tiny, gentle circles; leaving you on a precipice as the ache in your core begins to grow. It's the lack of pressure in his minute movements, leaving you wanting to take and take and take until he has nothing left to give. Then, as if he feels the almost seismic crest of your orgasm, ebbing and pulsating underneath his mouth, he flattens his tongue against your centre, pushing into you until you're nothing but putty in his hands.

It's almost embarrassing how easily you come undone, but you can't fight the feeling of sweet relief, shoulders sagging into the leather in response.

"Well, Matthew," you chime, "what do you have to say about that?"

The words are muffled as his lips press into your skin, but you hear them nonetheless. "Didn't know heaven tasted so good."

tags {x} @marvelswh0re

[saintmurd0ck]

For the sleepover, Can I Get You A Drink? With Matt Murdock pls! "Did I say you could stop?"

okay so i've been unhinged recently thanks to a combination of many many things, and i decided this would be the perfect time for a good ol' enemies hate fuck brat tamer type thing. yes i did say all those words together, in the one sentence 💗 also, am i posting this as i go to bed so i don't dwell on the words i've scrapped together? absolutely.

let's have a sleepover at mine!

no limit | matt murdock x f!reader

That smug bastard always knows exactly what you want. Even if you’re too cockdrunk to slap the words together.

More importantly however, he knows how to push. 

And push.

And push.

Until he gets you where he wants you.

Matt's perfect, knowing smirk brands itself into your forehead. Of course he knows. When he's laying there like that, biceps bulging to all hell as he wings his arms outwards, he has to know.

He knows you hate his guts – despise him, even – and yet you want him with everything you are, down to the bottom of your gluttonous core.

It’s almost pathetic at how easily he reduces you to rubble, and it shows as you hover over him, doing your best to conceal the shakiness in your breathing. It doesn’t work, though. It never does. He’s nonchalant and unmoving – was that a hint of a shrug? – as you take him in your hand to nudge his blunt head against your needy cunt. He’s unfazed, as if he wasn’t just buried in you mere minutes ago. Frustration roils in the pits of your stomach as you throb with emptiness, as you find yourself desperate for more.

His cock is heavy in your hand, veins pulsating slightly as you begin to lower yourself down. Your cheeks instinctively suck in at the sensation, at the way your walls start to flutter in response. You pause for a moment, raising a hand to wipe at the dried tear stains on your cheeks, courtesy of the fucking he gave you earlier. 

‘Where’s that attitude of yours now, huh?’ he grunted, pressing your breasts up against the window, ignoring your hiss of discomfort at the cold glass against your sensitive nipples. You’d tried your goddamn best to lash out at him, to bite back with an insult that’d have you barred from every church in the city, but he was too good – felt too good – to talk.

Fuck Matthew Murdock and his heaven-sent cock.

It’s a quiet, almost hurried affair as you sink down on him, teeth nearly puncturing the skin of your lip at his size. He must’ve heard the breath that sliced through your teeth, because the corners of his mouth tug upwards. As if he knows how big he is, at how he keeps you on the precipice of pleasure and pain.

It takes every ounce of effort for you to stave off a reaction. You don’t want to give him any more ammunition, but God, no one else has ever felt this good before. Not for you.

Your fingernails dig into the hard muscle of his chest as you flex your hips, and, as if goaded by your intent stare, he disappears within you entirely. You dart your eyes away to catch a glimpse of his face. He’s… blissed out. Peaceful, even. And fuck, you’ve got to avert your gaze. 

This is dangerous for you.

It’s okay when he’s all growls and snarls and mean, but this… seeing him content, happy, even; that’s unfamiliar territory. That’s ‘are we hate-fucking because we have feelngs for each other?’ territory. And you can’t afford that.

With perfect timing, Matt tugs you back down to Earth with an animalistic sound, the noise alone causing your body to tighten around him.

All notions of peace and are-we-more-than-we-are feelings are gone. He’s good at that. He’s Olympic-gold-good-at-that.

“Move,” he commands, planting his hands on your waist. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

Fuck. You.

But you grit your teeth, and you do it anyway. 

Fuck you, you think, leaning forward to flatten your palms against his chest, anchoring your knees firmly into the mattress. 

A sharp smack and an ‘I don’t have all night’ punctuates your thoughts, and so your curses continue to claw him to shreds in your mind. 

Condescending asshole. 

Matt lets out a furtive moan as you slide your fingers into his hair, and then as you jerk his head backwards into the pillow. The gesture doesn’t work as intended, so with a scowl rendering itself across your face, you pull again. Harder.

“Fuck,” he groans, low and throaty, chasing his hips into yours. The tip of his cock brushes against the spot that makes your vision flash white, and suddenly you’re spurred to move, if only for your pleasure, and your pleasure only.

This time, as you start to bounce up and down his length, you let the noises tumble from your lips. Whimpers and all. It’s time you stopped giving a fuck about what Matt has to say, how he reacts to your every move. It’s obscene; the slapping of flesh on flesh, the slick of your arousal coating his skin, but it drives you. 

Ignoring the burning in your thighs and the way his abs unfairly flex underneath your hands, your eyes squeeze shut in reverence of your mission, focus honing into the pressure building in your core. It’s a knot that’s tightly wound, but you know that with just one tug… it’ll all come apart.

As the fog of your impending orgasm mists away, a sudden warmth on your body calls for attention. You’ve been so lost in pursuing your release you don’t register the rough hands that have come to rest on your waist, guiding the canting of your hips. The friction of Matt’s calloused hands with your silken skin is more than you can bear, and–

He holds you down, rutting his hips into you at a ruthless pace, because he’s fucking sick of you taking your sweet time and he needs to feel you–

Explode around him.

That’s what you do. You let your orgasm shatter your body, let it crest and break around you in tidal waves…

But that’s it. That’s all you’re going to give, and that’s all he’s going to get. You climb off his lap with ease, leaving him twitching, soaked, desperate for more. Just as he had you earlier.

“What. The. Fuck.” He’s angry. 

“Did I say you could stop?”

Oh, you’ve gone and done it. He’s fucking angry.

“Hm?” you whirl around, moving to shimmy your panties up your legs. A smile glints on your face as his drops.

“Come back here.” The rustle of fabric being hauled onto your body is near-deafening with the blood roaring in his ears. 

“Or what?” 

The mattress squeaks as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, moving to pump his cock once. Twice. 

He towers over you as he tilts your chin upwards with his thumb and forefinger. It’s a threat.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re about to find out.”

[saintmurd0ck]

🍿 absently braiding matt's hair as he works on lawyerly stuff and you can tell he hates it but he refuses to admit it for the sake of your feelings

ahhhhhhh how cute is this!!!!! omfg 🥺

let's have a sleepover at mine!

just like college | matt murdock x reader

“Matty,” you pout, pulling up a chair next to him, “are you done yet?”

He bites his lip, fingers gliding to a stop at the top of his deposition reading. His tone is firm, but still, you hear the tenderness in his voice. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

You purse your lips, running a hand through his hair. “I missed you today.”

He turns his head to face you, tilting his chin downwards as he offers you a shy smile. “Why don’t you sit here with me? I promise you’ll have all my attention when I’m done.” The way he enunciates 'all' curls around your spine, dull ache settling between your thighs.

A dreamy smile blossoms on your face as you move behind him, digging your fingers into his scalp, pressing against his temples; against all the spots he carries tension in. He lets out a furtive moan, settling in his chair as his fingers begin to move across the deposition again. It’s therapeutic; the soft texture of his chestnut brown hair between your fingers, freshly washed and so fluffy, the light, barely-there fragrance of his shampoo wafting through the air. 

You start at the top, just a little bit off-centre, finger-combing his hair back until the strands are easy enough for you to grab on to. As your lovesick haze washes over you, your deft fingers move with a mind of their own, twisting and weaving little sections of hair, crossing them over and under.

Matt pauses his reading again, but this time you notice his fingernails going white, from the way the Braille dots press firmly into the pads of his sensitive fingertips. You notice how his shoulders go tense, and the tiniest flicker of a muscle in his jaw. He’s… annoyed?

You let go of the braid you’ve created to rub his shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you ask him what’s wrong. He refuses to admit anything.

“Matty,” you start, raising your eyebrows, “tell me, or I’ll put another in your hair.”

He shakes his head as he tips his head towards the ceiling. “It’s just– you’re doing what Foggy used to do in college. He used to braid his own hair, when he was stressed” – Matt chuckles fondly – “and when he ran out of space, he’d come do it to me.”

You almost burst at the seams trying to stifle your laughter. “Here, how about I rub your shoulders until you’re done?”

He grins at his deposition, reaching behind him to grab your hand. “Yeah sweetheart, that’s better.”

[saintmurd0ck]

🍹frank 'what if i hurt you' because im in desperate need of more rhi's frank castle content

ahhhhh nonnie you're so sweet oh my god 🙈 i always feel so nervous writing for frank (especially solo), because i don't feel that i capture him well enough compared to the other supremely talented frank writers out there... but your kind words keep me going, and i hope you enjoy x

let's have a sleepover at mine!

no questions asked | frank castle x reader

Frank shrugs his jacket back over his shoulders, gun heavy in his hand as he tucks it into the waistband of his jeans. The weight of a loaded gun is second nature to him at this point, but it’s different tonight. Heavier.

It’s as if the bullets are laced with the trace of you; your melodious laughter, your radiant smile… all the good things in the world. You encompass the good things that Frank doesn’t — can’t — comprehend. He doesn’t think he deserves you.

He starts towards the door, but he pauses. Your anger — his cowardice — shrouds him as his voice begins to soften. “I can’t stay.”

Despite the winter chill lacing the atmosphere, the sheets feel warm, too warm on your body. Frank’s hoodie scratches at your skin, fabric becoming more rigid the more he pulls away. You can barely stand to look at him, but through red-rimmed eyes and gritted teeth, you make a decision. If Frank chooses the easy way out, you’ll do what you’ve always done.

Stay.

The tears sluice down the contours of your face. “I don’t understand, Frank. I thought this was good. I thought we were good.”

He barely lifts his head, but he nods. “We were.”

“What changed?”

Your name rolls off his tongue, but for once, its taste is foreign. “Everyone I love gets killed, and I can’t let that happen to you.”

In this moment, you want to scream. You want to drag him by the scruff of his collar, push him down onto the bed, and yell at him, hoping he understands just how wrong he is.

But you don’t. You cast aside your thundering heart and the goosebumps that now prickle your skin, and measure your next words carefully. “So you’d just run away?” It comes out softer, and more high-pitched than intended, but you continue. “You’d deny yourself any chance of happiness?”

The mattress dips as you swing your legs off the edge of the bed, not caring for a second that there’s nothing clothing you but his hoodie. “You deserve to be happy, Frank. And I’m sick of you thinking otherwise.”

He towers over you as you pad nearer, but it doesn’t scare you. You’re not going to let him get away. Not again.

Frank’s voice is barely a whisper as he looks to the ground. “What if I hurt you? I won’t— I couldn’t forgive myself. I can’t let you be with me.”

In the darkness of the bedroom, your head shaking is nothing more but a slow glimpse of movement. “We do this together. No more running.” Your voice is cool and steady as you reach for the cool metal handle of the gun sticking out of his jeans. It stings in your hand as you pull it out, but you move past, unloading it the way he’s taught you.

Frank hesitates as he changes his posture, spine stiffening slightly as his breath catches in his throat. “You sure, darlin’? If you want me to leave, I’ll get outta here. No questions asked.”

His jacket falls to the ground in a clumsy heap. “Shut the hell up and kiss me, Castle.”

You catch the glint of his shy smile in amongst the shadows, in amongst the flurry of fabric as his shirt slips off his head. “That’s easier than runnin’, I tell you that.”

[saintmurd0ck]

🍿let's watch a romantic movie! Matt s/o kissing his knucklesss

thank you so much for your lovely request <3 i hope you enjoy this poetic lil piece that nearly brought me to tears 🥲😌

let's have a sleepover at mine!

the hand that strikes | matt murdock x reader

Your lips graze gently over the backs of his hands, kissing the scars that form a band over his knuckles. It takes a minute for your eyes to roam over his skin, to commit every detail to memory. Most of them are well healed by now. 

These are the scars that have come before you, before he heard the call of your heart. They lay flat amongst the expanse of his hands, faded to a soft pink over time. They lay the foundation for Matt’s origin, and the demons he’s had to face without you by his side. His hands are warm in yours, and they thrum with energy. 

Illuminated in the pale moonlight and the reflective glow of the billboard outside, his scars start to tell a story. It’s the story of a man – only one, and lone in his purpose. It’s a tale of his need to be good, to enact and uphold the law when the law inevitably fails. The imprints in his skin are made of wrathful agony, a characteristic of the devil within. But they are also a marker of his forbearance. His humanity. As much as his fists spark with near-lethal fire, they are fragile. His scars make him vulnerable. 

It’s not so much about the questions he gets asked, or the words that prod red-hot into the cover of his alter ego. In simple fact, Matt’s terrified.

How is it that the same hands he ropes for battle or the same knuckles that splits open a cheekbone can give you joy? Are his hands not stained with blood when he cups your face? Or when he traces the softness of your inner thighs, to pull you apart until you surrender? His hands don’t belong there, surely.

But he’s wrong. You admire the striations splattered across his knuckles. You’re in awe of all that they are, whether miniscule or large, straight-lined or jagged. He sports a fresh scar, one he earned from a week back. He’s nobility, and every kiss you give him is a wordless reminder.

These cicatrices are a marker of his justice.

And God help anyone who deigns to give him hell.

[saintmurd0ck]

hi rhiiiii!!!! I have a thot to share for ur sleepover!! 😇😇😇😇

something about matt and girlfriend!reader, maybe she’s a vigilante too or maybe he just wants to show her how to take someone down so he knows she’s safe, but they go to fogwells and start to spar and maybe something 🌶 happens???

xoxoxxoxoxo

punch-drunk

let's have a sleepover at mine!

pairing: matt murdock x f!reader

a/n: we are finally here, the last sleepover request!!!! nonnie you impeccable legend - it's like you were reading my mind because this concept lives rent free in my head. ps, it’s also my birthday today, and i said i’d release something as a special treat 🥰💕

Sweat beads on your forehead, glistening in the warm yellow light filtering through Fogwell’s aged windows. You shake your legs out, bringing a hand up to dab at the new cut on your lip. “Matthew Murdock, are you seriously punch-drunk?”

He chuckles outwardly before slipping back into a defensive stance. “Round 2.” A wicked smirk cuts through the dimness as he beckons you closer. “Whenever you’re ready, princess.”

Cocky little shit. You roll your eyes, side-stepping his taunt entirely. Lunging forward, you practice your offense, launching into a series of steps that fall perfectly in sync with Matt’s. You hiss as your fist sails past his head, and again as he traps your arm against his body, throwing you onto the padded surface.

You grit your teeth, swatting his outstretched hand away, and leap back onto your feet. “Again.”

There’s an ease to sparring with him; he’s a natural fighter, honing that edge inside you into polished steel, but it’s also… euphoric. Maybe it’s the dopamine that floods your brain, but being with Matt, in this way, is freeing.

This time, your foot hits the mark, colliding with his ribs to send him staggering in the other direction. Pivoting on the spot, you swing your kicking leg around, using the momentum to land another blow, knocking the wind out of him entirely with your back foot. Not wanting to stop, you surge towards him, elbow hooking upwards to aim for his temple. 

Matt recovers quickly, ducking as your elbow arcs forwards, slipping you past him to land on the ropes instead. The impact dazes you long enough for Matt to get behind you, knocking your knees apart and gripping your chin to bare the side of your neck. His other hand clamps down on your wrists to pin them behind you, to utterly trap you in this position.

“Looks like I win,” he purrs, nipping at your earlobe.

“It’s a courtesy, Matthew,” you breathe, core going tight. “I wouldn’t let you win unless there’s something else in it for me.”

His hand moves to wrap around the base of your neck. “And what’s that?”

Your smile is anything but sweet as you lean into him, arching your back to grind against his cock now straining in his sweatpants. “Take off your clothes and find out.”

tags {x} @pedrito-friskito ;)

[saintmurd0ck]

I THINK I'M STILL ON TIME FOR THE SLEEPOVER BUT how do you feel about "you won't hurt me." With Matt and Frank? Figured I'd give you a little poly fun 😉 if I'm too late, ignore this lol

AMANDA. this is fucking perfect oh god. i'm sorry (but also not) for the monster you've created with this ask. >:)

(this scene/sex position/sex thing (idk what to call it lmao) may or may not happen in my threesome series sequel (okay but it definitely will)..... and i thought i'd write it into this one in lieu of traditional DP because i'm absolutely unhinged today and yeah i need this so badly)

let's have a sleepover at mine!

two's better than one | frank castle x f!reader x matt murdock

Frank jolts upwards from where he is in between your legs, mouth glistening with the sheen of your arousal. “You what now?” 

Your head tips back with a groan as Matt picks up Frank’s slack by slipping his tongue inside you, spreading your thighs apart as he feasts on you like a starved man. 

“Red.” 

Matt hums against your pussy, ears cocked towards Frank’s voice in response.

Frank reaches down to fist his cock, elbowing Matt in the process. “Did ‘ya hear what she asked us?”

Matt’s head pops up a second later, smirking at your whimper as he leaves one last kitten lick on your clit. “Yeah Frank, I heard.” He rubs an idle circle on your inner thigh before directing his words to you. “You sure about that, angel? S’that really want you want?”

“Forget it,” you grumble, carding your fingers through their hair, pushing their heads back down to where you need them most.

Frank resists the movement easily, arms going taut as he braces the edge of the mattress with both hands. He presses a kiss to your outstretched knee, voice softening. “What if we don’t fit? What if… what if you get hurt?”

“Aw, look at Castle gettin’ all soft on us,” Matt smirks, growling as he nips at your skin. “We’ll make it fit, won’t we, angel?”

“You won’t hurt me, I promise,” you murmur, running your fingers along their jaws, stubble tickling your fingertips.

Frank moves to kiss your knuckles, lips grazing so gently his breath is shaky. “You really want it, huh?” He pauses, nudging a finger at your entrance, where you’re dripping with the thought of it. “The both of us, stuffed in that tight lil’ hole of yours?”

You’re a whining mess as you hear him sound out your desire... what you’ve asked of them. “Please.” 

A shudder runs through Frank’s body as he hears the desperation in your voice, then again as he notices Matt’s darkened expression; the wicked grin that now stretches across his entire face.

“Go on then, darlin’. Be a good girl and take it.”

[saintmurd0ck]

So um I'm definitely very very thirsty and it's not on the list so feel free to ignore this

Matty baby with a s/o with a gigantic praise kink (and nope I'm not living vicariously through reader whatever do you mean)

Thank you so much for the sleepover you brilliant shimmering ray of sunshine 💙

jaceeeeeee you're my brilliant shimmering ray of sunshine 💗 as someone who literally had their praise kink ACTIVATED yesterday... this was honestly such a perfect ask to respond to 😭 (story time for those who are interested another time lmaooo)

let's have a sleepover at mine!

Firstly, two people with enormous praise kinks in a relationship? Together? Okay, now that’s a combination to be afraid of.

Matt figured out about your praise kink very early into your relationship, through something as mundane as making him coffee. He'd taken a seat at the dining table, wrapped his unusually cold hands around the mug (you blame the huge cut on his side he'd suffered the night before) and taken a sip, before responding with the deepest, most drawn out sigh you'd ever heard. In fact, he practically moaned at the coffee; at the intimate gesture of you taking over his morning routine while you looked after him. "Sweetheart, you're incredible, you know that? And I think this has to be the best coffee I've ever had," he said, steam wafting into his nose, shoulders relaxing as he leaned backwards in the chair. It's then he heard it... the rapid spike in your heartbeat. Hm, that's weird.

Eyes narrowing with a slight suspicion, he praised you again. "Thanks for cleaning me up last night. You did an incredible job with the stitches."

He set the coffee mug down as it hit him; the dampness pooling between your legs, the thick scent of your arousal distilling in the air. He even heard the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Matt stood up, calmly striding towards you, the faint tremble in your breath as he came nearer tenting his sweatpants. It felt as if he towered over you in this moment, and even more so as he tilted your chin up to his with a finger. "Do you like being praised?"

Your resounding whimper was enough of an answer.

He chuckled, tongue snaking out of his mouth to wet his lips, his own sharp exhale echoing between the both of you. "You're a good girl, aren't you?"

A beat as he pressed you up against the wall, bracketing you in as close as possible, all while listening to the second heartbeat that manifested between your legs. "Oh," he clicked his tongue, "I'm going to have a lot of fun with this."

[saintmurd0ck]

hi i’m back for the sleepover with another ✨thot✨

you’re literally the queen of writing poly so i figured you’d like to indulge in the idea of taking eddie and steve at the same time. steve would be on the bottom, absolutely pounding the life out of you. while eddie is above you, mercilessly dragging his cock in and out of your mouth😣

the way this ask absolutely sent me to fucking hELL! and also i'm blushing so hard at the queen of poly thing omfg baby you're making me squirm and kick my feet together 🥺 (also i really hope i got their dialogue right!!)

paging @erosso too bc i need you to see this x

let's have a sleepover at mine!

don't stop | steve harrington x f!reader x eddie munson

god, you'd be so deliciously full with the two of them going at it at the same time. let's say you're riding steve in reverse cowgirl, and he's got his hands on your hips, thrusting up into you like there's no tomorrow, and eddie's standing in front of your mouth, hands tightly wound in your hair. he looks into your doe eyes, at how you're taking him so well, how you're moaning with your lips wrapped around his cock. "shit sweetheart, you feel so fucking good"

meanwhile, steve's groaning like all hell because you're so goddamn wet for him, panting and biting his lip. he's pussydrunk, words slurring. "baby, baby, baby, fuuuuuuck"

you pull away from eddie's cock with a pop, eyes lulling in your head. "don't stop steve, don't you fucking stop"

eddie finds the back of your throat again in an instant, thrusting into you at a merciless pace, chuckling at the way your spit dribbles out the side of your mouth. you're delirious with pleasure, unable to form any coherent thoughts.

all you know, in this moment, is that your body belongs to them.

[saintmurd0ck]

Bro the idea of "you dont have to be gentle with me, I won't break" with Frank Castle has me foaming at the mouth

thank you so much for sending in this ask my lovely!!! and i'm sorry it took so long 🫠🫠 but it's here now, and i really hope you like it<3333 frank castle has had me in an absolute chokehold recently (as always, but even more so with american gigolo coming out) and so i give you this....

let's have a sleepover at mine!

push and pull | frank castle x f!reader

It doesn’t matter that Josie’s is packed, or that it’s so noisy you can barely hear your own thoughts.

Matt’s listening.

He laughs, and it’s a hollow sound; a half-hearted response at another one of Karen’s jokes, but the thing is, he doesn’t get to listen. Not when he’s strung you around for months, refusing to let you in. Maybe he thinks you’re too soft for what he’s capable of, what he does in the city at night, but you’re not. 

You’re more than what that gossamer façade conceals.

Maybe it’s the liquid courage coursing through your veins, or the way he’s hungrily looking you up and down, but everything falls away: the noise of the bar, Matt’s unwanted attention.

You feel yourself heating up as Frank’s eyes glaze over you, muscle feathering in his jaw as his gaze settles on the slit in your dress. It sparks the embers roiling deep within your core, and before your eyes, it blazes into an inferno.

Each step towards Frank feels like a delicate nail dragging down your spine; even more so as the whispers of Matt – your Matt, long-gone – cracks away from you. For so long you’ve been selfless… respectful, even, of Matt. You didn’t want to step on his toes, nevermind that this… between you and Frank was more, and will be more, than you and Matt ever were.

You vowed to put yourself first, so with your heart thundering in your chest and your mind swirling with all the possibilities of what will be, you tiptoe up to Frank’s ear.

And you tell him what you’ve been thinking about all night.

.

You wonder if Matt heard Frank’s guttural groan at your words, or the way he dragged you immediately to the nearest bathroom. You wonder if Matt’s choosing to hear the hard click of the lock, or the clinking of Frank’s belt as he loops it around the door handle.

It’s a hurried, almost desperate affair as Frank steadies his hands on his hips, fingers slipping beneath the slit of your dress to feel for the waistband of your panties. He backs you up, free palm resting on the flat of your back to cushion you from the graffiti-etched wall. His eyes find yours amongst your shaky breathing, and the tiny whimpers he’s drawing from you as he tugs the damp fabric down your thighs.

And Matt leaves your mind altogether.

.

“Matt?” Karen asks, placing her hand on his shoulder. “You spaced out. Everything okay?”

He flinches. 

And he grits his teeth. “I can hear them.”

Karen’s voice is innocent, but she knows what — who — he’s referring to. “Hear what?”

“D’you know what she whispered to him? Right before…” Matt doesn’t need to finish his sentence. Karen knows.

“I’m listening.”

Matt clenches his jaw as his hands curl into fists, so tightly he thinks his whiskey glass could shatter at any second. He lowers his voice, as if in resentment. “You don’t have to be gentle with me. I won’t break.”

[saintmurd0ck]

Sorry sweetheart I'm late 😁 since we're having a sleepover let's watch a romantic movie 👉👈 from the prompt — dragging their lover onto the dancefloor, slow dancing with them before sharing a tender kiss with Matt.

the music flows softly from the record player, wrapping around the both of you like a bubble, perfectly separated from the rest of the world. a delicate smile stretches across matt's face as he tugs his tie over his head, throwing it absentmindedly towards the couch. he holds out his hand, beckoning.

"can i have this dance?" he murmurs, fingers outstretched and gently curled.

you take his hand. it's warm and perfectly moulded to yours as you interlock your fingers with his. he spins you towards him to catch you against his chest, so his chin can rest on the top of your head, so he's able to breathe in your scent and hold your heartbeat close. so close.

he leads you with his hips, swaying in rhythm to the music. every moment is drawn out, and etched in time, and you wouldn't have it any other way. he uses his thumb and forefinger to gingerly tilt your chin upwards, to where his lips are waiting for you; waiting to taste you and to feel the brush of your tenderness against his bruised soul.

and so the world continues to fall away as your lips melt against his. your heartbeats intertwine now, a call-and-response in perfect harmony. above the siren song of hell's kitchen, and the darkness that plagues it, there you are.

and there you guide matt towards the light, even if it's with something as simple as a slow dance.