M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɢᴏᴅ."

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

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[𝘼𝘿𝘼𝙈 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 .ᐟ @spacemessiah_]

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[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

“Older~? And here I was thinking you were In your early twenties.”

He’d playfully chuckle before allowing one hand to slip Into his pocket, while the other rested against his hip.

[Frank Castle || Parody @DevilDogsHunter]

". . . why, so you can make fun of how much older I am than you, Red?"

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

“What’s the lucky number?”

[Frank Castle || Parody @DevilDogsHunter]

Oh—

didn't even realize
guess it's my birthday

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

||• Fair, fair- we stay alive and kicking, luv~<3

[Frank Castle || Parody @DevilDogsHunter]

//good!! love you too much for you be allowed perish 💚

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

@DevilDogsHunter ||• And the crowd goes wild!<3

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

@DevilDogsHunter He’d coo out.
But his vocals would come to a stop when he felt the other press against his neck. A pleased hum would purr through his throat at the affectionate action— without any hesitation, his head would follow suit and gently lean against Frank’s, cuddling with him.

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

Matt was situated in a far corner inside the building, lone chair supported his frame as he slumped forward, ginger locks loosely clung to his sweat drenched forehead, he was… exhausted, more or less mentally.

Senses slowly perked up when the sound of thunder -

[Frank Castle || Parody @DevilDogsHunter]

[Starter for @F0rgiiveness]

Fogwell's Gym.
Frank stood just outside, the clouds closing in and blocking out what little bit of sun Hell's Kitchen had seen in weeks.
He'd done a little digging, after the blown case and after everything else that he'd gone through since then.

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[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

@DevilDogsHunter His own hands would trail down Frank’s neck and come to rest against his sides, while his thumbs would gently massage circles around the area, a feeble attempt to keep him In place.

���Do tell, can’t say I’m Intrigued …” -

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

“- Matt.”

He’d Introduce himself.

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

The flapping of wings would cause a new gust of wind to graze his skin. He’d remain silent for a second, taking in the new array of sounds, from the pigeons’ coos to the other man’s vocals. -

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

“I tell myself It’s due to the cold weather. The front could maybe cause them to scatter… But that’s just poppy thinking-“

A small pause as he chucked more bread on to the ground, the light tap from the pigeons’ beak signaling the continued feeding. -

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘɪɢᴇᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴄᴜᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙ��ᴇᴀᴅ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

𝐇ᴇ’ꜱ ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋ’ꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ʟᴏᴀꜰ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʙᴇɴᴄʜ. ᴀ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ ʀᴜɴ’ꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴇʀʏ ʟᴏᴄᴋꜱ, ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴜɴᴛᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ-

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁴ᵗʰ, ¹³:⁰⁰

ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ， ᴀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ . ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ . ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴀʀ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ， ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪᴛꜱ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ .

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

“A nice voice… Kind of.”

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒜𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 ‍ 𝒩𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒. @FALSEPATRlOT]

Do I have any sexy traits?

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

||• I live, I live!!<3

[Frank Castle || Parody @DevilDogsHunter]

//CPR CPR

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

@DevilDogsHunter Steady It was— the side of his lips would ever so slightly curl upwards In to a pleased smile, almost knowingly confirming to himself what he presumed Frank felt at that moment.

[M͓̽ᴀᴛᴛ M͓̽ᴜʀᴅᴏᴄᴋ - 𝘏𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 @F0rgiiveness]

@DevilDogsHunter Strong and loud enough to cause the walls to shake— left hand would curiously scuttle a long the other man’s side and stop at the side of his neck, digits would press against his flesh, gently caressing the area.

ᵀʰᵘᵐᵖ… ᵗʰᵘᵐᵖ… ᵗʰᵘᵐᵖ. -