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anna-hawk · 16 days

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Good Boy

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Summary: Frank loves giving Matt nicknames and wonders which one he likes best. There's one that Matt definitely likes particularly much.

Explicit 🔞 • WC: 2,7k

Tags and warnings: smut, light Dom/sub undertones, praise kink, pet names, come eating + sharing, bj

A/N: Based on this small comic. The second I saw it, I knew I needed to put it in writing and give it an end. I really hope you like it @kuriusagiart. Thank you for allowing me to write for you 🧡

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As soon as he was through his apartment door, Matt heaved a giant sigh of relief at being back home after a long, very long day. The days had gradually gotten warmer, which did nothing for the fact that he had to wear a suit to work. Whichever suit or work it might be, too. He put the jacket that he’d been carrying over his arm on a coat hanger next to the entrance door and untied the already loose knot of his tie until he could take it off. While he walked further into the apartment and towards the bedroom, the entrance door closed before heavy footsteps sounded from behind him. Inside the bedroom, Matt put the tie on a dresser, where Frank joined him without a word and pressed his chest to Matt’s back. It always amazed Matt how much Frank seemed to need to touch Matt after a tiring day, trying to get to skin as quick as possible. Frank never let anything on outside, but as soon as they were out of the public eye, he was all up in Matt’s personal space. Not that Matt could complain, as he smiled to himself when barely a second later, Frank slid his hands under Matt’s arms to reach for the buttons of his shirt, his lips mouthing over the back of Matt’s neck.

“Frank, you’re gonna ruin my shirt,” Matt grumbled at the hurried way Frank was dealing with the buttons, the threads holding on for dear life under his rough fingers.

The only downside to all of it was that a few of his dress shirts had suffered from Frank’s hastiness; buttons flying, a rip there.

“Altar boy,” Frank grunted back, not stopping his assault on the shirt whatsoever and instead lifting it over Matt’s stomach to get to the last buttons.

While Matt undid his pants at a slower pace, he rolled his eyes good-naturedly at Frank’s use of that nickname.

“You are such a nickname freak.”

Frank snorted. An instant later, Matt could feel the grin against the side of his neck.

“What’s your favorite?” Frank wondered after uttering a satisfied sound at finally getting Matt’s shirt fully open and pulling at it to expose more of Matt’s neck to him. “Choir boy?” He kissed his way along Matt’s shoulder as he tugged a bit more at the shirt to pull it down one arm now.

Matt didn’t reply and instead turned his head to the side to give Frank more access to his skin, which rose with each of Frank’s touches.

“Red?” Frank continued without missing a beat, while keeping his attention on Matt’s neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of small marks over it.

Again, Matt chose to ignore him in favor of enjoying what Frank was doing with his mouth and hands.

“Babe?” Frank intoned with an audible smirk now, the term getting a grimace of disgust out of Matt. “Sweetie?”

This time, Matt had had enough.

“Ah, shut up. Ew!” he groaned on a shudder, and pushed Frank’s face away from him with a hand against the man’s cheek.

Frank laughed heartily, the sound vibrating against Matt’s hand and through his body before he caught Matt’s wrist. There was a sudden shift in Frank’s whole body language, as well as in the rhythm of his heartbeat and breathing, which had Matt stilling as a shiver ran through him.

“Or…” Frank drew out the word as he gently tugged at Matt’s wrist, his voice lowering a few octaves before he slowly licked his way between two of Matt’s fingers, teasing at the center, which got a small gasp out of Matt. “Good boy,” Frank rasped in a low and gravelly voice, right against Matt’s cheek and ear as he wrapped his arms around Matt’s chest.

The name hit Matt like a ball of heat that spread through his whole body and located itself in his chest and groin. He felt his face heating, while his mouth went slack and let a soft moan escape. Until Frank had called him that for the first time, Matt never would have believed that he could respond that way to being called that particular pet name. Or the idea that he could crave the satisfaction of being good for someone, being praised. The first time Frank had called him that, Matt had felt deeply embarrassed by his reaction, coming so hard that night that he’d gone dizzy with it. Frank’s own reaction to how Matt had responded had been enough to soothe that feeling, however. He’d come just as hard as Matt, a feeling of surprise and awe rushing over to Matt from the other man. They hadn’t gone down that path anymore, until tonight, but Matt had known that first night that this only worked for him because it had been Frank.

Frank made a pleased sound and curled his fingers under Matt’s chin to bring his face towards his. Using his thumb, Frank rubbed along Matt’s bottom lip and slightly pulled it down.

“Yeah?” Frank whispered against Matt’s lips. “Wanna be a good boy?” he continued, and slid his other hand down to slip it inside Matt’s boxers.

Matt’s entire body jerked at the feeling of Frank’s warm and callused fingers wrapping around his length, which had gone from interested in the proceedings to fully hard at Frank’s last pet name. He moaned as Frank pulled him out of his boxers to give him a few perfunctory pumps.

“Please,” he sighed, and parted his lips further to let Frank’s thumb into his mouth.

Frank groaned deeply as Matt sucked and nipped at his thumb, his own cock pressing more insistently against Matt’s ass.

“Only got started, and you’re already beggin’?” Frank hummed appreciatively, swirling his other thumb over Matt’s slit that was starting to leak pre-come. “Gonna make it real good for ya.”

Matt’s hips bucked forward as Frank tightened his fist and twisted it over the head to coat his palm with Matt’s pre-come, before sliding back down all the way to the base. Matt had to reach for Frank’s thighs to anchor himself as Frank began jerking him off with a rhythm that only quickened with each downward stroke. He tilted his head back over Frank’s shoulder as he gasped and moaned, his hips twitching and thrusting forward on each particularly sharp pass over the sensitive head.

“Not gonna hold out long, huh?” Frank rumbled against Matt’s throat that he was kissing and sucking on anew, while his other hand kept Matt’s body steady against his own, the palm resting over Matt’s chest.

He certainly knew Matt’s body and its tells perfectly, since Matt was indeed only a few strokes away from coming. Nodding jerkily with a tiny whine as his breaths came at a quicker speed, Matt’s grip on Frank’s jeans tightened as his orgasm began to rise, his whole body going slowly taught in anticipation.

That's when Frank took his hand away.

Matt's entire body pitched forward at the sudden lack of contact on his cock, the delicious tightness gone.

“Frank!” he gasped, as out of breath as if he'd run a marathon, his fingers scrabbling at Frank's arm over his chest in despair. “Please, don't — I — please.” He had a hard time focusing on his words, Frank's earlier use of the pet name and his need to come taking up his every thought. “You said — you said you'd make it good. You said-”

He cried out hoarsely as Frank's fingers abruptly returned to his cock, even his heightened senses having not warned him of the impending contact. Matt went up on his toes for a brief moment as his head flew back over Frank's shoulder, his fingers digging into Frank's arm as Frank's hand flew over his length.

“Sh, sh, 'm sorry… Just couldn’t help myself,” Frank admitted in a rough voice right against Matt's ear. “Needed to hear you beg again… Fuckin' beautiful when you let go, Red.” He thrust his hips against Matt's ass, letting Matt feel the way Frank’s cock was straining against the fly, as well as smelling Frank's own pre-come through the barriers of fabric. “But you can come now. Been so good for me… Such a good boy for me.”

Between the wild pulls on his cock, the scent of Frank and the heat of his body taking over Matt’s every sense, the use of those two words again had Matt suddenly flying over the edge with a loud shout of bliss. His cock spurted long lines of pearlescent come all over the side of the dresser, until the last, weaker shots poured over Frank's fingers.

Matt slumped against Frank’s chest as the pressure of the entire day suddenly eased off him. Grinning, probably dopily, Matt turned his face towards Frank’s with a satisfied hum, until he felt Frank’s lips meeting his. Frank chuckled into the slow kiss, and squeezed Matt’s chest lightly. Reaching down, Matt caught Frank’s wrist and pulled the hand away from his spent dick, only to bring it to his face. Ending the kiss, Matt turned his head forward again to lick over Frank’s fingers, cleaning away the traces of his own come.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Frank grunted, before he was using the hand that Matt was so carefully cleaning to grab the side of Matt’s face and turn it to him to crush their mouths together again.

Matt groaned and turned in Frank’s embrace, opening his mouth for Frank’s insistent tongue, which was focused on getting its share of Matt’s release. The hunger in Frank’s actions had them stumbling against the dresser, Matt’s ass colliding with the wood as he caught their fall. He grinned to himself at Frank’s reaction, his senses taking in Frank’s spiking lust and rise in body heat, his dick hard against Matt’s hip. With a quick move, Matt had their positions reversed, with Frank now leaning against the dresser, his chest rising and falling quickly as he held himself up with his hands on the wood. Without another word, Matt sank to his knees in front of him and made quick work of taking care of the belt, buttons, and zipper. Even before he pulled Frank’s jeans down, Matt’s senses could make out the hot outline of Frank’s length. As soon as it was out of the confines of Frank’s clothes, Matt curled his fingers around it and leaned forward. He slowly licked and sucked over the head with the barest pressure, running the tip of his tongue along the frenulum and the slit at intervals.

“Shit, Red,” Frank rasped, sliding the fingers of one hand through Matt’s messy hair to gently grip it.

He might have been about to say something more, but Matt slid his mouth down to the base to suck there while he cupped Frank’s balls and stroked a thumb over them, cutting off any further words and transforming them into a long groan of pleasure. The sound reverberated through Matt, who moaned in turn at the knowledge that Frank was enjoying what Matt was doing to him. While he jerked Frank off, Matt’s mouth went further until he was tonguing and sucking at Frank’s balls. The fingers in his hair tightened, and Frank grunted as his hips bucked faintly. As Matt made his way back up to the head, Frank finally pulled Matt’s mouth away and tilted his head up.

“Open up.”

Matt obeyed immediately at the need in Frank’s rough voice, his jaw slackening and his mouth opening wider. A second later, Frank slowly pushed between Matt’s lips, sinking in until he barely grazed the back of Matt’s throat. Sliding back out, he did it again a few more times, until Matt moved in until Frank’s tip was pressing against his throat. He moaned throatily as he pushed forward, relishing in the small tremors of pleasure running through Frank at the stimulation, the fingers tugging at his hair, and the scent of Frank’s arousal sharping all the more.

“Fuckin’ Christ, the way you go off on that,” Frank rumbled in awe, as he did as Matt requested and thrust in and out of his mouth while getting deeper every time.

Matt only groaned and whined around Frank, his cock slick with Matt’s drool and making wet squelching noises each time Frank slid further down Matt’s throat. As he contracted his throat around Frank, Matt felt a rush of satisfaction at the cry of pleasure, followed by a sling of half formed curses that fell from Frank’s mouth. He moaned and redoubled his efforts as he could feel Frank getting closer, his sole focus on bringing Frank pleasure. However, Frank clearly had other ideas, since he pulled Matt off all the way by his hair but kept him close.

“Open up,” Frank repeated, his voice having gone to its deepest timber yet.

A shiver ran through Matt at the command and just like earlier, Matt did as he was told. He kept his hands on Frank’s thighs as he stuck his tongue out as well, giving Frank the opportunity to place the head on it as he stroked himself hard and fast. The bitter taste of new droplets of pre-come hitting his tongue had Matt groaning again, a shudder of anticipation running through him at what was to come.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect like that, Red. Gonna take my come like the good boy you are, right?” Frank gritted out between his teeth.

As tired as Matt might be from the long day and the very recent, spectacular orgasm he’d just had, his dick still jerked at the praise. He nodded enthusiastically and made a sound of fervent agreement, never taking his tongue away from Frank’s cock as he let his senses take in the way Frank’s body began to go rigid, how his breathing shortened and heat culminated in his groin. A few more passes of his hand over his dick later and Frank was coming, his hips jerking as he moaned and shot all over Matt’s awaiting tongue. Matt groaned at the sweet and tangy taste coating his whole tongue, not moving until he was sure he’d gotten all of it. He slid his lips around the head once Frank was done and sucked the last traces away, the act having Frank sighing and stroking his fingers through Matt’s hair. Satisfied that he’d gotten it all, Matt stood and cupped the back of Frank’s head to pull him into a kiss. Frank made a sound of surprise, as he was still reeling from his orgasm, only to wrap his arms around Matt’s back and growl into his mouth as Matt slid his still come-covered tongue along Frank’s. They only stopped kissing once every lingering taste of come was gone, and ended with their foreheads touching, breathing deeply and smiling lopsidedly.

As Matt put a hand on the dresser to pull away from Frank, it landed right into the little puddle of come that he'd made on the furniture. He grimaced and sighed.

“You really need to stop breaking or dirtying up my stuff, Frank,” Matt muttered with a pointed wave of his hand. It might have been Matt's come, but he blamed Frank for where it landed.

Frank snorted. “Didn’t hear ya complain, Choir boy.”

“Nope, not doing this again.” Matt shook his head with a roll of his eyes, but huffed out an amused laugh all the same as he cleaned his hand on the shirt he'd just taken off while he headed for the bathroom this time.

Frank followed again with a loud laugh and caught up with him at the shower stall.

“Nah, no need. Now I know which one’s your favorite,” he whispered into Matt’s neck.

Despite the tiredness, a frisson of arousal still went through Matt. Frank’s voice just had this effect on him when he was using that low tone. He was still too tired for anything more, however.

“Don’t you go wearing it out now,” he smiled with one side of his mouth pulling up, as he turned to face Frank.

Frank chuckled and made a noise of understanding, kissing Matt briefly.

“I can always try finding new ones you like.”

But the way Frank said those words told Matt that Frank was about to go for another round of silly nicknames, so he pushed him away.

“That’s it. I’m showering on my own.”

Frank laughed, but thankfully remained quiet, which granted him access to the shower in the end.

#frank castle x matt murdock #fratt #frank castle #matt murdock #frankmatt #mattfrank #the punisher #daredevil #fratt fanfiction #fratt smut #frank caste fanfiction #matt murdock fanfiction #mes fics #inspired by fanart

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marvelgaynesstothemax · 8 months

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Matt, texting Frank: Text me when you’re home safely

Frank: I’m home dangerously.

Matt: Stop it

Frank: I’m home lethally.

#frank castle #punisher #daredevil #matt murdock #frankmatt #fratt #incorrect quotes #gayshipsareyayships #text post #lmao #frank castle x matt murdock

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black-cherry-faygo · 3 months

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The Daredevil costume was fucking itchy.

It was also tight, Dex grunting as he moved, the fabric scraping against some bruises on his ribs as he sat up on the roof, watching the building.

A heavy pair of footsteps appeared behind him before they scraped to a stop and Dex turned around, ready to ask what the hell the person was staring at before he stopped as well.

The Punisher was standing right behind him.

He looked every bit as intimidating as the media portrayed him. Buzzed hair with dark eyes that seemed to pierce into Dex. That white skull emblazoned onto his clothing, subtle.

Dex stood, The Punisher eyed him, like he was examining him over. The other man’s jaw clenched. Dex thought Fisk had mentioned something about Daredevil and Punisher having fought together, he nodded to him,

“Hello”

“Hey again” Punisher said, those dark eyes still staring into him. Dex speaking again,

“What brings you around here, Punisher?” he asks, “Kitchen’s my turf”

The brick of the roof colliding with Dex’s back knocks the wind out of him, for such a large man, he didn’t expect the other to move that fast.

“Where’s Red?”

“Pardon?” Dex coughs up and Punisher chuckles, a dry and sarcastic noise as he has Dex pinned,

“You think I haven’t heard? About you killing folks? Red doesn’t do that, would never fucking do that, you aren’t him…he doesn’t fucking call me by that name”

Dex internally cusses. Apparently the Punisher and Daredevil were closer than he thought, it’s obvious as the former leans down to snarl in his ear, voice dripping with barely restrained fury,

“I’ll ask again, where’s my Red?”

#matt murdock #frank castle #fratt #frank castle x matt murdock #benjamin poindexter #what if Frank Castle came around in S3 #what if he and Matt were kissing #many thoughts to be had #also this is probably OOC but fuck it we ball

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andaniellight · 11 months

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For the last day of @frattweek 2023

Inspired by that run where Matt didn’t realize he’s Daredevil-ing wearing Punisher merch(?) (let’s be honest, it’s Frank’s shirt no doubt). Frank finds out about that, and, although it’s truly ✨ a sight ✨ to see Matt wearing something that belongs to him, he isn’t a fan of the idea Matt causing some trigger-happy people to shoot him without thinking just because they’re seeing the Punisher insignia.

Matt thinks nothing of it - delightedly amused, even, with how much Frank fusses about it until one night, prompted himself to wear the vest as a distraction while going on a patrol, he has to shove Frank out of the way because SOMEHOW FRANK FORGOT HE’S NOT WEARING THE VEST YET HE DOVE HEAD FIRST INTO A BUNCH OF ARMED MEN-

ID: Two illustrations of Frank Castle and Matt Murdock stacking up on top of each other, respectively.

On the first one, white blank background, Frank is laying almost entirely on Matt, who’s laughing at him so delightedly. Frank looks angry, but can only say, “you- what!? Jesus, Matt... Stop that. Stop laughing, it ain’t funny.” Matt is wearing Frank’s black shirt with a skull on it, the size is a bit too big on him.

On the second fanart, with colorful background, Matt in his OG daredevil suit, wearing the Punisher’s kevlar, laying on top of Frank with furious expression, yelling, “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GOD DAMN MIND!?” because apparently Frank, who’s laying beneath him looking defeated (and perhaps even a bit guilty) forgot and got distracted by Matt wearing his kevlar on this one night of their patrol. It seems like Matt had to shove him out of the way or else he’d get shot, because he’s not wearing his Punisher kevlar.

End of ID.

#FrattWeek 2023 #Fratt #Daredevil #The Punisher #FrankMatt #MattFrank #Frank Castle #Matt Murdock #PunishDevil #Frank Castle x Matt Murdock #Matt Murdock x Frank Castle #FrattWeek

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sunflowersandsapphires · 4 months

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The last pair

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader x Matt Murdock

summary: Frank is a simple man who cares more about convenience than appearance. And you and Matt refuse to let him hear the end of it.

warnings: none? language, i guess?

a/n: I wrote this for my bestie @madschiavelique because they inspired me and I wanted to share it. Hope you all enjoy!

w/c: ~600

Frank was beginning to regret his aversion to doing the laundry. It wasn’t that he didn’t do it ever, it was just that he tended to push that off until absolutely necessary—and there had been one pair of pants left in the dresser this morning, so he hadn’t been forced to wash his jeans.

You see, Frank was a simple man. He exerted the effort necessary, when it was necessary. His appearance was at the bottom of his list of priorities most days, a symptom of his military training and constantly having bigger fish to fry after the subsequent tragedy. It didn’t matter what he wore or if his hair was brushed, or if his face was clean shaven—more than likely he’d be covered in blood by the end of the day.

But that was before. Before Red, before you. Before he took a step back from his other identity and tried his hand at a civilian life again. Something he hadn’t had for decades. And it was almost peaceful…

But your ceaseless giggles were threatening to shatter that delicate peace.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” You panted, breathlessly. Looking up at him with tears of humor sparkling in your eyes, you took in his glaring eyes and comically grumpy frown and began cackling again. He grunted, shoving past you gently as he stalked to the bedroom.

“Frank, wait! Come back!” You called after him, guilty yet gleeful.

“What on earth are you laughing at?” Of fucking course he would come home right now. Why not let everyone in his life share in his humiliation?

Matt hurried inside, shedding his coat, already grinning at whatever had set you off. He strode over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you hello before rephrasing his question. “What’s so funny, angel?”

“Frank’s outfit.” You barely made it through the two words before the force of another round of bright giggles bent you in half.

Matt turned his head towards the older man, cocking it slightly. “Oh?”

“Don’t encourage her, Red. She’s seein’ things.” Frank spoke gruffly, avoiding Matt’s blank gaze as a deep crimson blush crept up his cheeks.

“Aw, Castle,” Matt pouted in fake sympathy. “She teasing you, baby?” Letting go of your waist, Matt sauntered over to Frank.

“Shut up, Red.” Frank hissed, standing rigidly as Matt tenderly rubbed his shoulders. Kissing Frank’s cheek, Matt began to apply a bit more pressure, kneading the tense muscles in Frank’s upper back. Groaning in satisfaction, Frank tipped his head forward, letting Matt massage his neck with one hand.

“That feel good?” Matt murmured, smirking at Frank’s relaxed expression.

“Mmhmm.” Frank hummed, resting his forehead against Matt’s shoulder.

With the larger man sufficiently distracted, Matt allowed his free hand to drift down Frank’s torso to his…velour track pants?

“Frank, honey,” Matt began, trying to keep his tone even.

“Yah?” Still limp against the lawyer, Frank’s voice was muffled by Matt’s neck.

“Why are you wearing women’s pants?”

Behind the pair, you shrieked with laughter. Frank straightened, breaking free of Matt’s grasp.

“They were the only clean pants, ok!” He groused, marching into the bedroom to change. “If it’s so damn ridiculous, I’ll take ‘em off.”

“Matty, you don’t even know the best part.” You laughed, sidling up to Matt in the bedroom doorway. “Those pants are hot pink, and they say ‘juicy’ on the butt in rhinestones.”

That had you and Matt both in stitches, practically collapsing to the floor with wheezing laughter.

“Ya know what? I’m dumpin’ both of ya.” Frank called from the bedroom, stifling a smile of his own.

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itwasthereaminuteago · 6 months

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Drabble Request: Frank has gotten in the habit of grabbing Matt's cane after he ditches it. Amazed and annoyed at the places Red manages to toss that darned thing into or one. Maybe starts snatching the thing out of the air so he doesn't have to dumpster-dive for it later.

"Jesus Christ…" Frank spits as he shakes a soggy bit of fast food wrapping from off of yet another cane that Matt had carelessly discarded before sprinting up a fire escape and across the rooftops in pursuit of a robber.

"I've got plenty Frank, you don't need to keep picking them up." Matt had told him, but Frank wasn't having any of it.

"They're damn pricey and you know it, you can't afford to just keep on flinging them down alleys and shit!"

Matt rolls his eyes, smirking as he detects Frank's riled up mood through the way he's huffing and pacing around the apartment.

"You could at least try n' leave em somewhere that ain't covered in crap or that I need to spend half the day checkin' on almost every single roof, hm?"

"I'm sorry, you know I don't mean to. I don't really think about it when something like that when I'm needed. You know I've got a job to do, but I hear what you're saying, and I'll try to do better."

Frank crosses his arms. "For my freakin' sanity if nothing else, Red. You know one time I had to buy a dog two goddamn hamburgers to get one of em back?"

Matt snickers but stops himself when he senses Frank's annoyance. "Okay okay, I'll try to be more thoughtful about it in future." Matt puts his hand on Frank's arm, leaning in and pecking him on the cheek. "I love that you care so much." He smiles in that way that puts those damn butterflies in Frank's stomach and he catches Matt by surprise, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other snaking around his neck as he seals his lips over the other man's in a passionate kiss.

"It's your own fault for making it so fuckin' easy, sweetheart."

#fratt fanfic #fratt #frank castle x matt murdock

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murdocks-devil · 2 years

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Matt: I diagnose you with gets no bitches

Frank: Oh please by all means preach to me from your ivory tower of zero hoes

Matt: Do you want to kiss

#they're.... really something aren't they #matt murdock #daredevil #frank castle #frank castle x matt murdock #the punisher #matt murdock x frank castle #fratt #jace.txt

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amhrosina · 8 months

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in honor of my 24th birthday, here are some frank & matt text posts that i made for you all <3

and my favorite fratt parallel:

#fratt #frank castle #matt murdock #marvel #the punisher #daredevil #jon bernthal #charlie cox #text post #marvel text post #frank castle x matt murdock #amhrosina’s birthday <3 #amhrosina

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yourchocolatenachostudent · 18 days

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No way, you're kidding me

Don't tell me it's the same street

Don't tell me that Daredevil and the Punisher will kick the Bullseye's ass

I really need Frank to beat the shit out of him for everything he's done to Matt. I need Frank ready to kill anyone who hurts Matt.

I need Frank to protect his boy 🤧

#daredevil #daredevil born again #the punisher #frank castle #matt murdock #frank castle x matt murdock #matt murdock x frank castle #frank x matt #matt x frank #frankmatt #fratt

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espeletteghoul · 1 year

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Kiss it, kiss it better, baby 🎶🎵

ID: Two illustrations of Matt and Frank being all touchy but with two different vibes. The first one is Matt trying to tell Frank, who looks deadly pissed staring into the person behind Matt, calmly with “Frank, it’s ok.” And the second one is Matt grabbing Frank’s face with one bruised hand and kisses him on the cheek, throwing Frank (who’s half naked now for some reason) off guard. Both of them are flustered. End of ID.

#Frank Castle #The Punisher #Punisher #Matt Murdock #FrankMatt #MattFrank #Frank Castle x Matt Murdock #Daredevil #Marvel #NMCU #Matt Murdock x Frank Castle #PunishDevil #😈💀#Fratt

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she-likesorchids · 3 months

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Fratt or frattx reader with 5 " the only way is forward"

Soulie dearest!

Many, many apologies for how long it took me to answer this.

Fratt x F!Reader set in the For Keeps 'Verse.

You looked around at your new "home". It was pretty much a concrete bunker with very little personality. A stark contrast in comparison to the luxury apartment you had in the city, but you were willing to give up that life for one with love and safety.

You would be safe here. You would be loved here.

Frank pulled you from your thoughts with his gruff voice, "Having second thoughts, sweetheart? I know it ain't much, but I can promise you nothing will happen to you with us."

"I know. It's just, it'll be hard to leave everything behind. Basically become a ghost, you know?"

"Luckily Frank is good at that part," Matt interjected.

Matt wrapped his arms around you, then Frank pulled the both of you into his chest, holding you close enough to feel his steady heartbeat. You closed your eyes and let the warmth of them envelop you, and you had never felt more at peace in your life.

"The only way is forward," Frank said. "We'll get through this. And we'll get through it together."

#mandy answers #mandy writes #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle x matt murdock

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anna-hawk · 3 months

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Red Blossom

Based on a deliciously hot fanart by @nkeiiin, whose art never stops inspiring me 🧡🧡🧡

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Summary: Frank Castle has an auto repair shop next to flower shop owner Matt Murdock. Frank finds himself regularly observing the florist moving easily through his plants and flowers. They haven't talked a lot, but after they mutually help each other out, they slowly get closer.

Rating: E 🔞 // Status: 6/6 // Current WC: 26,9k

Tags and warnings: Alternate Universe – No powers, Flower shop AU, Mechanic!Frank, Florist!Matt, slow burn, friends to lovers, fluff, explicit content, semi-public sex

Read it on AO3

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Frank was sitting at his desk in the manager’s office, and taking a long drag from his mug of coffee while he browsed through the more urgent invoices he had to send out. A loud, metal sound coming from outside his repair shop had him lifting his head and turning it towards the source of the noise. His office’s window was giving onto the corner of the narrow alley running to one side of his building. Right next to Frank’s shop and across that alley, was a flower shop, where Frank was currently watching a man in the process of rolling up the rolling shutters. Frank checked the time on his wristwatch and smiled to himself; 7.30 on the dot. The flower shop owner always arrived at the same time, right on time, five times a week. Since he tended to get to work before 7AM on most days, Frank had had the time to notice the ritual of his neighbor in the six months since he’d opened the repair shop in Hell’s Kitchen. During that time, they had exchanged a few quick words, but Frank hadn’t found out much more about him, both of them busy with their respective jobs. He knew the obvious, like his name, since it was written underneath the shop name on the storefront, that he was punctual, and most of all, that he was blind. The latter information was something that had Frank speechless whenever he saw Matt Murdock gracefully navigating the flower displays outside the shop, a large pot or vase in each arm, or showing his customers to this or that plant and flower, with no sign of the white cane he used when he arrived or left.

After outgrowing his previous auto repair shop in Queens and opening this one right next to a florist, Frank had expected Murdock to complain about the noise and the smells. Frank had walked up to the flower shop a couple of days after they’d opened up for business, to introduce himself and excuse any future racket. Murdock had smiled lightly and waved away Frank’s concern, but Frank had still waited for the other shoe to drop. The street they were sitting on was rather busy, meaning that Frank’s shop wasn’t the one making the most noise, but the place he’d bought used to be a row of three garages and caused minimal disturbance. Murdock had never said anything, however. He’d even gifted them a small potted plant a few weeks in. The plant was now sitting in Frank’s office and one of his employees was taking care of it because Frank had no idea how to look after anything green.

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