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charlie cox should've never said matt murdock is a classical music fan cause if i ever meet that man at a con or smth my nerdy ass is immediately hitting him with "which of the catholic requiem pieces does matt fuck with the most: mozart, verdi, or faurĂŠ" and he's just gonna stare at me like this
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Pairing: Frank Castle x f!Reader x Matt Murdock
Summary: For three days, Matt's been haunted by the sound of a second heartbeat coming from deep within you. Matt's trying to be happy, but can't stop thinking about all the bad things that happen around him. On the brink of a panic attack, Matt is forced to tell Frank and reader what's been keeping him up lately.
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Preview:
Midnight struck Hellâs Kitchen, and for the third night in a row, Matt stood quietly in his loft, listening. The sound of your heart beating from the bedroom looped in the back of his mind, tucked away in the safe corner he always kept available for the people he loved. Frank's heartbeat met yours in rhythmic syncopation. The familiar sounds intertwined, leaving just enough room for Mattâs to rejoin. Matt didnât remember making room for Frank in his safe corner, but how very typical of Frank to force his way in there anyway. Â
Mattâs corner was feeling rather full, which was always a cause for concern. He struggled to make room for additions to his life when he already did so much to protect the people he loved. He so badly wanted to return to bed, crawl inbetween you and Frank, and let the heartbeats of the two most important people in his life lull him to sleep. Â
Something was troubling him, though. Â
Matt was beyond used to tuning out the little sounds that drove him crazy when he was a young boy. There were millions of people in New York. That many heartbeats ringing in one person's head would be enough to drive most people to madness, but Matt had quickly become accustomed to tuning the noise out.Â
Nevertheless, a new noise had been bearing the brunt of his focus recently. A noise that, deep down, he recognized, but hadnât yet come to terms with it. Could it really be true?
Frank uses his friend Matt's abilities to ensure your satisfaction in the bedroom.
Mattâs beautiful, blind eyes saw nothing. But that didnât mean that he saw nothing; you had no doubt that he could sense the heat on all your exposed skin and âseeâ how near-naked you were. But then again, if Frank didnât care, then⌠did you really care?Â
No I don't know where this is going but I like the idea of Frank Castle sharing his gf with Matt Murdock so here's a thing I started:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82704296
Summary:
Frank uses his friend Matt's abilities to ensure your satisfaction in the bedroom.
Chapter 1
You heard the door to your apartment open and the sound of Frank Castleâs heavy boots. You were waiting for him in bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone to pass the time. But then you heard a second pair of boots⌠and another manâs voice. That made you pause and listen. Was that his friend Mattâs voice?
You flipped around to face the bedroom door just as Frank came through it. He was carrying a chair from the kitchen and he set it down against the wall.
Matt Murdock followed him into the room. He was wearing his full daredevil armor, minus the headpiece, which he mustâve just taken off when he entered your apartment.Â
âWhat the hell is going on?â You made a lame attempt to cover yourself, since you were only wearing skimpy lingerie.
Your boyfriend, Frank, was unhelpfully cryptic, âYouâll know soon enough, sweetheart.â
âWha- you were supposed to go get condoms, not your friend!?â
Matt just snickered.
Frank took a bunch of condoms out of his back pocket and tossed them on the bed next to you. âCall it two birds. One stone.â
He left the bedroom before you got a chance to question him again.
Mattâs beautiful, blind eyes saw nothing. But that didnât mean that he saw nothing; you had no doubt that he could sense the heat on all your exposed skin and âseeâ how near-naked you were. But then again, if Frank didnât care, then⌠did you really care?Â
You looked at Matt incredulously. âWhat the fuck is this? What is he doing?â
Matt shrugged, and it was just a bit too performative. âI have no idea.â
âBullshit.â
Matt grinned in that sly way, basically a full admission that yes, that was bullshit.
Frank returned with another chair and set it down in the middle of the bedroom, at the foot of the bed.
âFrank, what are you-â
Your boyfriend pulled you out of bed, and sat you down in that chair, despite some of your half-assed resistance.
Matt, as if expecting this, sat in the first chair directly across from you.
âOkay, now this feels like a fucking intervention...â you complained.
Matt asked curiously, âWhat did you think it was originally?â
âUhâŚhonestly? My best guess was that you won a bet and wanted to make Frank a cuck.â
Matt laughed out loud at that.
Frank placed his hands on your shoulders. âVery funny, sweetheart. But you do want him, donât you? Admit it.â
You felt heat rising to your face. The topic of Mattâs allure came up somewhat frequently between you two. Frank wasnât jealous when it came to his friend âRedâ, but he seemed to enjoy getting you all shy and worked up about admitting your attraction to the other vigilante.
You blushed. â...What the fuck is this?!âÂ
âThis is my friend Red helping me ask you some questions.â
You looked at each of them, beyond puzzled. âBossâŚâ You captured Frankâs full attention with the term that you used for him in dom/sub contexts. âBossâ was the only one that didnât trigger anything from his past. âYou donât need your friend to ask me anything you want.â You tried to get up from the chair, but Frank easily pushed you back down.
âAh-ah. Sit here. And look at Red for me, sweetheart.â
You crossed your arms poutily.
âY/NâŚâ Matt began like he was about to ask you a serious question in court.
âMattâŚâ
âHave you ever faked your orgasm with Frank?â
â....THATâSÂ what this is?â
âAnswer him, sweetheart,â Frank commanded.
âThis is fucking stupid. You realize how stupid this is?â Your skin was too hot. You knew that if you answered, Matt would listen to your heartbeat and discern if you were lying. You didnât think you had ever faked it with Frank⌠even the first time with him was amazing. It was all amazing. But there were maybe times when you were tired or too deep in your head⌠fuck⌠you could vaguely recall a few of those times.
Frank complained, âDonât try to beat around the bush.â
Matt waited patiently.
Aware that not answering was basically answering in the negative, you decided to just go for it. You scoffed. âNo. Of course not.â
Mattâs handsome smile was cryptic for a moment. âYou might be onto something, Frank; sheâs lying.â
âI knew it!â
âWhat!?â you shouted at the same time. âNo, Iâm not- fuck you, Mattie! Boss, do you really believe him over me?â
âSweetheart⌠baby, much as I want to take your word, you know Red can tell when people are lyinâ.â
âYeah, and how do we tell if Matt is lying?â You tried to deflect.
Matt just chuckled.
Frank reassured you, or tried to anyway. âI promise Iâm not upset, sweetheart. I just want you satisfied.â
âI am satisfied,â you complained.
Frank glanced over at Matt for the âlie detectorâ read out.Â
You threw your hands up. âReally!â
Matt gave an intrigued little head tilt and said, âHm. She told you the truth that time.â
Frank celebrated, âOh thank fuck!â
âSee!â you insisted, âCan we stop this weird interrogation now?â You tried to get up, but your boyfriend held you in place yet again.
He rubbed your shoulders while you pouted. âRelax. Just be a good girl and answer a few more questions.â
Matt asked, âHow often do you fake an orgasm with him?â
âNever!â
âHoney, we already established that youâre lying about that,â Matt chided suavely.Â
âFuck. You.â
Frank scolded, âWatch your mouth, naughty girl, or Iâll have to stuff somethinâ in it.â
âGood! Iâd much rather gag on your cock than have to answer these stupid questions.â
Matt chuckled. âShe truthfully means that.â
âMy little slut is always happy to get her mouth fucked,â Frank teased.Â
You felt a dip in your stomach and your pussy clench at that talk. By Mattâs playful grin, you could tell that he could sense those internal clues of arousal.
âY/N, your boyfriend obviously turns you on, so you have nothing to hide. Just tell me, how often do you fake it?â
You felt Frankâs eyes on you as you looked down at your lap. âUgh, almost⌠never!â
âIs it true that you made a promise to Mr. Castle that you would never fake it?â
That one hit you like a sucker punch in the throat, so you stalled, ââMr. Castle? What are you gonna call him next? Your âclientâ?â
Matt smirked. âYouâre clearly avoiding the question, Miss.â
You sighed exasperatedly. âYes, I promised him I would never fake it.â
âAnd you broke this promise, yes?â
You squirmed in your chair. âNo! Look, Iâve never faked it with him, okay? Maybe just a few times I⌠embellished the height of the pleasure a little, but thatâs not the same thing.â
At that point, Frank interjected, âI wanna tell the difference, Red.â
Matt just cocked his head curiously.
âI wanna learn the difference between the real deal and the âembellishingâ,â he explained as he gave you a teasing look.
âWell, Iâm sorry old friend, but without my senses youâre unlikely to learn the difference if sheâs unwilling to show you. Women can be very talented at faking orgasm, isnât that right, honey?â
âUgh, eat a dick, Matthew.â
Matt continued, âItâs not just the vocal acting, no, that part was easy to learn. Thereâs also the twitching, mastering the subtlety of it, so that itâs not comically overdoneâŚâ
Your heart raced.
â...and Iâll bet that she can even clench her pussy on your cock or your fingers voluntarily, in tight little contractions, to imitate the peak of her orgasm.â
You chewed your lip almost shamefully.
âHave you ever done any of that with me, naughty girl?â Your boyfriend asked you.
You rolled your eyes and shook your head.
âYour non-answer is basically an answer, honey,â Matt teased.
â...No,â you answered.
âLie,â Matt countered simply.
âDamn it!â Frank complained. âRed. Help me out.â
âUh, how exactly?â Matt asked with a little mischief in his tone.
âListen to her while I fuck her brains out and tell me if itâs the real deal or not.â Frank was already manhandling you onto the bed and yanking off his shirt.
Matt shrugged. âOkay.â
You were gobsmacked at his easy agreement. âWait- Weâre doing it with Matt watching!?â
âHeâs blind, sweetheart. He canât watch shit.â
Matt chuckled. âFuck you, asshole.â
You rolled your eyes. âWith MattâŚÂ hearing?!â
Matt said, âDonât act like youâre not turned on by it, honey. I can tell you are.â
âShut the fuck u-!â
Frank cut you off with an eager kiss. He leaned you back flat on the bed.
You moaned.
âThis attitude of yours latelyâŚâ Frank bent your leg up so he could give your ass a hard smack.
âOh!â you gasped.
â...makes me think you need to get fucked into the mattress.â
âOhh yes!â His smack had sent you to a submissive bliss, dying to be used like a fuck toy, and you didn't give a fuck about Matt being right there anymore.
âYeah? This what you need?â Frank pressed the growing bulge in his pants against your mound so you could feel how hard he was.
âOh please! I need the big, bad Punisher to fuck me!â