#costofsin

    “ i didn’t kill peter so that people would call me a hero, murdock and you know it. ” or was it? the reason why gwen had donned the mask originally was to be famous. to go on tv and show off her skills. the lizard had presented a unique occurrence, something and someone to actually fight. a chance for her to save the day, and be the beloved hero. but would she actually ever admit that to matt murderdock? of course not. 

@costofsin

GOTHAM CITY; EARLY OR LATE

Gotham City was always bustling with the strange.  From genocidal clowns, to walking talking crocodiles, to a man who robbed people with a kite.  There was always an element of the strange in the city.  Hell, it’s defenders were a family that dressed up like animals to beat the crap out of criminals.  

But Ninjas?  Those were always a special kind of odd.  Especially given how these ones weren’t affiliated with the League Of Assassins.  Robin held one of them by the collar of her uniform.  “Who do you answer to?”  The boy interrogated, using his free hand to point the edge of a blade to her throat, though not intending to kill her.

     Natasha is a creature of the sea, she needs her freedom and the salty air, the creatures who are her friends, and the bright sun glimmering on the waves. Right now, she has none of these. It had been a bad stroke of luck that had gotten her caught in a net, and once she had been reeled in, she’d been stuck in a cramped, dingy tank that was too small to swim around in the back room of a potions shop.

     She had bitten and scratched and fought, but alas, a fish out of water can only do so much.

     Now they came once every day or so to offer a meal and steal some of her precious scales to use in their human concoctions. She hated them, she hated them, and she’d happily kill every last one of them if she could. Only today, there was a different face peeking in the doorway, and she thought maybe this could be her way out.

     It could be her salvation or her destruction.

His mouth was about to open - SHARP TEETH about to make themselves known- as the tip of the cane was pressed against his snout. A HARSH realization occurred to him that he wasn’t the one in CONTROL . That he was simply going to take ORDERS, but that could be ENJOYABLE. Just as long as he OBTAINED what he wanted out of this. 

❝ Understood. ❞ There was more that needed be said - QUESTIONS that were on the tip of his tongue. Instead, they went UNVOICED for the time being, and wouldn’t be UNTIL the time ultimately right… if at all. ❝ Whatever YOU say. ❞

grab frank’s ass or somethin’ || accepting

It’s bait. It’s bait and a trap and he KNOWS that– he knows a stupid fucking set-up when he sees it. He used to be too good a cop to fall for this rookie bullshit and yet… Matt Murdock knows exactly what he’s doing. He dresses like it, walks like it, talks like it, and seems to essentially live like it. He’s the kind of Old Testament temptation that damned mankind– a real devil, just like his smarmy little business card promises.

and yet and yet and yet and yet…

He’s tempted. Maria is gone with the kid and at night his bed is cold and empty. It’s ridiculous what he sometimes feels like he’d do for an hour or two of feeling human again. Course, Frank doubts the infamous kingpin of crime can give him that– but an hour or two of venting some pent up frustrations?? THAT definitely sounds like something right up Murdock’s alley. The kind of thing he doesn’t need to do– he’s not in any sort of a position of desperation and even if he was, he’d probably never really need to trade his body about it; but the kind of thing he’d like to do. It’d give him dirt on a cop and essentially add to the riches of his criminal empire. And Frank would be an idiot to fall for it.

Pros and Cons of boning Frank || accepting

“You’ve been talkin’ to Russo.”

Fucking (1) Frank Castle is most assuredly an experience worthy of all that capitalization up there. Frank is INTENSE. Even more so when knows that his partner can handle it. Frank is brawler’s mitts smacking into your thighs before they grip and squeeze just hard enough to almost hurt. He’s grazing teeth and ominous chuckles in the dark-- and a single-minded determination to have you panting and all but fighting him back to either get him moving or get him stopping before he deigns to do either.

Symbols for the mun  💌 I just think you’re amazing