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I am so sick. I am so very ill. I need him so bad

All of You

pairing: frank castle x AFAB!reader (use of fem pronouns)

summary: period sex with frank castle. that’s all there is to this

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! pure smut, period sex, mentions of blood (obv), guided masturbation, fingering/oral (fem receiving), p in v, use of “daddy”, soft!dom/sub themes, kinda sub!space, light degradation, praise kink, spanking, breeding kink, cum play, overstimulation, somewhat use of safeword, aftercare<3

A/N: well, shit. this is nothing but 4.7k words of pure porn. enjoy, you nasty freaks! <3

“Frank,” the breathy moan leaves your lips and floats into his open mouth as he holds onto your waist and supple backside, dragging your clothed core closer to him.

His back pressed into the headboard as you straddle him, the headboard consequently thudding into the wall with each roll of your hips. Calloused fingers cling to the fabric of your shirt, moving up the space of your back as you take full control of your pleasure, completely consumed by the approaching orgasm.

“That’s it, attagirl,” he whispers into your neck. “C’mon, make yourself feel good for me.” A wet stripe paints your throat, and his lips catch on the cotton of your shirt. In his own frustration and need, he all but ripped the sleep shirt off of you, stopping you in the process.

The cool air hitting your skin brings you back down from your swirling high, and you find yourself painfully aware of your current condition as a cramp ripples through your abdomen, causing you to wince in discomfort.

“Y’okay?” Frank notices your pain, kissing your cheek in the process.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just-” another cramp rips through your lower stomach, causing you to exhale. “I’m fine,” you try to recenter your attention.

“You sure?” His lips press into the sweet spot behind your ear, rough fingertips pulling your soft skin closer to him.

Aside from the pain, your clothed core still ached for attention, and he knew that, even if you weren’t willing to admit it. He caught the way your breath hitched as he moved lower; wet, open mouth kisses staining your exposed neck and chest, and you could only whimper in reply.

“I heard somewhere,” his voice travels further down your body as you lean back, your palms flat against his muscular thighs. “That this can help with the cramps…” He pulls himself from beneath you, and you whine at the way your clothed, sensitive nub no longer pressed against him.

Your back rests against the soft mattress as Frank crawls over you, caging you beneath him in the process. Large hands brush over the entirety of your torso, lingering over the supple flesh of your breasts and hardening nipples. You can’t help but throw your head back and moan into the air as his lips graze the delicate skin of your neck, whimpering when his teeth lightly nip and prod, leaving reddened marks in its wake.

“Fuck, Frank.” You hiss as he cups your hot core, cheeks burning as the thick cotton pad separates him from where you want him the most. He notices your hesitancy as you shimmy beneath him, resting on your elbows in defeat.

“Do you want me to stop?” Brown eyes meet you, scanning your face in concern. “I’ll stop, you just say the word, sweetheart.” A large hand cups your face, and you melt into the safe touch.

You don’t want to stop. Prior to the brief pause of Frank undressing you, you felt good- really good. Everything was intensified- each nip of at your bottom lip, each breathy groan against your neck, each rut of your cunt rubbing against his growing member- it muddled your brain to the point where all you cared about was reaching your climax.

But you’ve never gone further than using Frank’s body to reach your peak whenever you were on your period. Of course you had thought about it, about the way the stretch to fit him would burn deliciously, and how exceptionally full you would feel, but those thoughts never materialized. You were nervous the Punisher would shy away at the sight of blood.

“No,” you shake your head, whispering in defeat. “I don’t want you to stop, I’m just nervous.”

He prys himself off of you at your confession, allowing you to sit up fully and comfortably.

“What are you nervous about, sweet girl?” His hand rests along your folded knee, thumb circling the skin in gentle patterns. He waits for your response, watching as you bite your lip and curl your arms around your chest, thinking of the right words. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

“I know.” Your lip curls into a small smile as you take in the sincerity etched along his features. “It’s just, the blood?” You’re not really sure what you’re asking, and by the looks of his furrowed brow, neither is he.

“The blood? That’s what you’re worried about?” The chuckle that leaves his lips isn’t meant to tease you, he just thought it was amusing that was your one concern. He noticed the way your lip pouted slightly and quickly adjusted his tone. “Sweetheart, it’s me. You should know I don’t care about that. Do you?” You relaxed under his tenderness as he held onto you.

You shake your head in response, shy under his watchful gaze.

“No, not really. I just know it’s not… you know… I don’t know.” Blood rushes to your cheeks as you acknowledge your nerves, growing shy after realizing you were unabashed to the idea of having sex on your period. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable, I guess.” Your heart thunders in your chest as calloused fingers trail up the lengths of your folded thighs at your confession.

“I’m not uncomfortable, sweetheart. Are you?” The rasp in his voice piques your interest, the blood rushing to your core consequently. Brown eyes bare into yours, goading a pliant response.

You could tell where this was headed, easily identifying the subtle shift in Frank’s demeanor, coaxing you into a familiar headspace and position.

“No,” a whisper leaves your lips.

“No?” He’s sat up again, inching towards you like some animal stalking its prey. Goosebumps litter your skin as his mouth leaves wet marks along your shoulder. “You’re not uncomfortable if I touch you?” Your eyes close instinctively when he finds the spot in the crook of your neck that makes you shiver. “You’re not uncomfortable if I make you cum all over my fingers?” A moan leaves your lips as his words go straight to your, now dripping, core. “Hm?” Fingertips press against the stuffed panties, eliciting a hiss from you.

“Frank?” Your vision is already blurred, blinking desperately to find his eyes.

“T’s the matter, angel?” He coos, sending butterflies fluttering throughout your entire body.

“Can I… Can I do it?” The request is meek.

“Do what, sweetheart?”

“Can I touch myself instead?” Your cheeks burn at his surprise. “For now, at least?”

He responds with a kiss; it’s sloppy, wet, and dirty, and your teeth clash together as he all but collects you in his arms. You moan into him effortlessly, loving the way he handles you with such care, even at a primal level.

Fingers hook underneath your underwear, quickly pulling them down to reveal your already throbbing pussy. He notices the way your body tenses at the sudden exposure.

“If I get some towels would that make you feel better?” The chaste kiss to your cheek soothes your nerves as you nod, signaling him to retrieve a few towels from the bathroom. He laughs at your face, scrunched in displeasure.

“Different towels?” A chuckle leaves him as he sorts through a pile, landing on some he thinks you wouldn’t mind dirtying.

Your fingers find their place in between your front teeth, nervously chewing as he arranges the bed and blankets to make you more comfortable. You weren’t really nervous about the act itself, it was the pressure to have things as clean as possible that stole your attention, yet the ache in your core grew as you crossed your legs, trying not to pay mind to your obscenely slick folds.

“You tell me to stop, we stop. Okay?” Frank faces you, tracing the backs of his fingers down the shape of your face as he waits for your permission.

“Okay.” Your smile eases his own nerves, and the taste of your lips clouds his mind.

This kiss was different- soft, meaningful, and full of trust. His tongue traced alongside of your bottom pout, easing you from your reservation, and you allow him entrance, savoring the taste of him. Your body pressed against his, relishing in the warmth of his skin, and you all but moan when he grips the flesh of your ass, the thin fabric of his boxers hardly concealing the growing muscle firm against your inner thigh.

A needy whine leaves your throat as he pulls away reluctantly, his touch still burning into your skin as he finds his place against the headboard once again.

“C’mere,” he pats the space between his spread thighs, the thumps muffled by the folded towels. He watches the warmth blossom against your cheeks as you crawl forwards, resting on your knees before facing him. “Turn around, sweet girl.” He chuckles slightly, realizing his instructions were too vague.

The solid muscles of his chest support your back as you lean against him. You’re sure he could hear the way your heart thundered behind your sternum, only faltering as his large hands ran down the length of your arms, soft kisses pressing into the crook of your neck.

“You say stop, we stop.” He repeats himself as he prys your legs open, resting against his own. You shiver as the cool air hits your hot cunt, nodding your head profusely as his touch grazes and tickles the sensitive skin of your thighs.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper desperately, your back arching as his fingers dance over the crease of your thighs, ignoring your swollen bud completely.

“This feel good, baby?” His gruff voice reverberates in your ear.

“So good,” you practically pant.

“Good,” he teases, his touch now pressing into your forearms, leading your wrist to your core. “Now make it feel even better.”

You whimper as his fingers rest above your knuckles, gently pressing into your joint to initiate circular movements. All inhibitions flew out the window as you applied the smallest amount of pressure to your sensitive clit, and Frank inhaled with you, savoring the way your shoulders press into his chest as you touch yourself, his own cock hardening against your lower back.

“There you go, sweetheart. Just like that, keep doing that,” he instructs you, keeping the loose grip around your wrist, your pulse thrumming underneath the pads of his fingers.

Squeaky moans leave your lips as Frank guides your pleasure, leading circles around your bundle of nerves. Everything was intensified- the familiar warmth that radiated throughout your body as waves of your building orgasm wash over you, the way your skin prickled as Frank breathed against you, and the slick that coated and dripped from your entrance.

“Such a good girl for me, such a good girl,” you gasp together as he sends your fingers through the entirety of your pussy, collecting and rubbing your mixture of arousal and blood over your clit. “Look at that,” you don’t have time to feel embarrassment at the hints of blood; your fingers disappear into Frank’s mouth, his tongue lapping up every trace of you. “So fuckin good, honey.” He moans onto your digits before sending them back to your clit.

You aren’t sure if it’s the complete disregard of your blood or his primal desire and need for you that makes you moan with a frown and furrowed brows. The act ignited some unearthed fire in your core, and your fingers made quick circles against your clit as he caught your whimpers in his mouth.

Your tongue noted the hints of metallic as Frank searched your mouth, desperate for any taste of you, and your hips grind on their own accord against your hand. “Frank,” you whine as your encroaching orgasm becomes more noticeable.

“T’s the matter, sweetheart?“ He goads, kissing into the side of your flushed neck.

“Feels so good, so so good,” you arch further into him.

“Yeah? Feel good playing with that pretty pussy?” His hands trace mindless patterns up your stomach and waist, reaching the roundness of your breasts. Your head falls back against him as he kneads and pulls at your chest. “Feel good when I do this?” He gently pinches your sensitive nipples, and you can’t help but cry into his neck at the sensation.

“Yes! Fuck, daddy, please!” Frank watches as your thighs clench, muscles twitching as he anticipates your orgasm, his own cock twitching against you. “Please don’t stop,” your strained voice muffled against his body.

“Awww, sweetheart, whatcha cryin’ for?” A tear falls from your lash line as he twists your hardened nipples, the stimulation becoming overwhelming as you clench around nothing. “It just feels too good?” He feels your head nod against his shoulder as you cry out.

“Please don’t stop,” you whine, your clit throbbing under your touch. “Please- oh!” Frank plunges two fingers into your dripping cunt without warning, his own need to bring you to your release overbearing. “Oh God!”

“There you go, just take it, honey.” He growls in your ear, hunched over your frame so he could easily hook his fingers into you, dragging them against the spongy flesh that causes your toes to curl. “Take it like the good girl you are.”

“Frank, I can’t!” Your fingers barely wrap around his wrist as you cry into the air, squirming as your orgasm approaches.

“You’re going to, sweetheart. You’re gonna sit here and cum for me.” The shell of your earlobe hides behind his teeth and you shudder, clenching around his fingers as they pump in and out of you.

“‘m gonna cum!” Your cries echo throughout the room, your heart thundering as Frank continues his actions. Your vision blurs as you rub harsh circles into your swollen clit, the arousal coating both yours and Frank’s fingers only adding to your pleasure.

“Attagirl,” he groans, “cum for daddy. Cum all over my fingers like a good girl.” You gasp into him, hoping to catch his lips, but he pulls away. “Wanna watch you come apart for me, angel.”

Per his request, you do. Tears blur your vision as you clench around his fingers that pound into that one spot relentlessly. Your body gives way to your orgasm, completely becoming malleable as your limbs feel like jelly.

“There you go, that’s it,” wet lips place kisses along your jaw and temple as your body spasms against his, relishing in the shocks of ecstasy. “So fuckin’ pretty like this, babydoll.”

A whimper leaves your lips as he slides his digits from your pussy, and your eyes cross as you attempt to look up at him. The breath catches in your lungs as he cleans your arousal off of them, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your lips crash into his as you wrap a lazy arm around his neck, pulling him in with desperation. Moans mix together as you taste yourself again, the mere passion and lust completely dissipating your long forgotten nerves.

“Fuck me,” you whimper, your body shaking against his chest as he chuckles at your need.

“Whoa there, you okay?” He assesses your condition- chest heaving, muscles spasming, tears pricking your eyes- before placing a kiss on your temple.

His care only lasted so long before you turned around and practically threw yourself onto him, nipping and tugging at his swollen lip with your teeth. You were merely a vessel, the desires of your flesh controlling your every thought and move. The slick arousal cooled your warm core, only adding to your incessant need.

“Fuck me, daddy.” He groaned as you punctuated your point by palming his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, and you moaned at the feel of a wet patch sticking to your palm. Your fingers brushed against his warm skin as you hook them under the elastic of his underwear, eager to be filled. “Please.”

A slap rings throughout the room as your fleshy backside ripples under his palm, your cry turning to a moan as he grabs the tender skin to soothe it. “Again,” you moan into his neck as he shuffles underneath you, ridding himself of his remaining clothes.

“You like that, huh?“ Your gasp is hidden beneath the sound of his hand meeting your ass. “Like when I treat you like a little slut, huh?” The feel of his heavy cock running through your dripping folds causes you to shudder, and you fold in on yourself as he taps your swollen clit with the tip.

“Fuck me, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Why, baby?” He teases, attempting to conceal his own moan as you glide your heat over his length. “Why do you want me to fuck you when you look so pretty like this?” His hand cups the back of your head, forcing your forehead into his. “When you look so pretty, just beggin’ for my cock, huh?”

It’s embarrassing how close you were to your orgasm, his words alone being enough to bring you over the edge.

“It feels so good, I can’t-“ your pleas are interrupted while Frank enters your aching cunt abruptly, catching the gasp that leaves your lips in his own mouth, brows furrowed in fabricated concern.

“Tell me,” one arm secures your posture, the other lightly tugging your hair to expose your neck. “Tell me how good it feels, sweetheart.” His eyes tease you as your vision crosses, the fullness of him overwhelming you.

“Baby,” you whine with a pout. “You feel so fucking good, I-“ a thrust into you causes you to falter, your eyes rolling back. Your hips move on their own, grinding down onto his length. “So big, so big, fuck!” You’re incoherent- just the way he likes it.

“Look at me, princess,” he goads. “Let me see those pretty eyes while daddy makes you feel good.”

You’re so fucked out and he had barely moved.

Everything was on fire. The way you stretched to adjust to his size, the way his teeth nipped at the skin of your neck, the way he rotated between pulling the root of your hair and pinching your aching nipples, and the way his fingers collected your arousal and blood, rubbing at the swollen bundle of nerves- it was overwhelming.

Your lungs burned with each inhale, his touch only fanning the flame.

You experimentally rut your hips against him, instantly collapsing into his chest as his cock rubs against your g spot perfectly. Fingernails dig into his muscular shoulders, and he hisses, secretly enjoying the pain.

“There you go, takin’ all of me like a good girl,” he shudders as you clench around him. “T’s like your pussy was fuckin’ made for me,” his arms wrap around your torso, drawing you impossibly closer as you grind into him relentlessly, chasing your high. “Take what you need, go on,” he encourages. “Attagirl.”

Your chests stick together and your skin burns, a sheen of sweat covering you beautifully as you roll your hips into him. He moans into you as his tongue cools the side of your neck, licking up a stray salty bead that fell from your hairline.

Your pussy clenches around him as he grabs, pinches, licks, sucks, and pulls at every inch of your body, and you can’t help but stretch your back as you lift yourself up, moaning towards the ceiling as your orgasm encroaches.

“Daddy,” you call for him, doing your best to find him through crossed eyes.

“What is it, sweet girl?”

“I’m so close.” You admit with a whine.

“I know,” he coos. “I know you are. Can feel how your pussy just needs me, huh?” His thumb runs over your lips, pulling your bottom lip down to form a pout. “You need me to help you cum, sweetheart?“

You nod as his digit disappears behind your puffy lips, your cheeks hollowed as you gently suck. Calloused fingertips hold onto the flesh of your hips, holding you steady, as he repositions himself to get a better angle, and you stop yourself from biting down as he thrusts into you.

A cacophony of moans fill the room, your pussy pulling him into you with need. He was surprised by how close he was to finishing, the new warmth and wetness from your period only emphasizing his pleasure. The sight of his cock disappearing into your drenched cunt only spurred him on even more.

“Feel good, baby?” He grunts, studying the way your face scrunches and your jaw hangs slack.

“So good,” you breathlessly admit.

You both knew you were about to reach your climax with the way your cunt squeezed around him, the combination of your grinding and his thumb pressed against your swollen clit being the tipping point.

“Frank,” you fall against him, your fingers quickly replacing his own.

“You like that, huh?” His breath tickled against your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you. “I know you do, I know you’re about to cum, aren’t you babydoll?”

You’re unable to reply with words, your slick heat and shaky moans were enough proof. Frank could feel the way your body responded to him, and he beckoned you to finish before he did, cradling your head and pulling you impossibly closer.

The new depth paired with the way your fingers circled your sensitive nub were almost too much; the nerves sending volts of electricity throughout your body as you begin to welcome your orgasm.

“Oh, there it is. There you go, cum on my cock,” his grunts were laced with exhaustion as he held you steady, continuing to draw out your pleasure, thrusting into you relentlessly. “Attagirl,” he praises through gritted teeth. “Give it to me, c’mon.”

A yelp fills the room as his hand falls hard against your ass, sending you further up his body and soaking his cock. The way you squeezed around him was enough for him to satiate his own need, and you knew by the way his cock twitched inside of your pulsing core that he was nearing the end.

“Frank,” you manage to whisper into his neck even though you were completely fucked out and melted like putty in his hands. “Cum in me.”

The request itself nearly sends Frank into a frenzy, but he had to drag this out for as long as he could.

“Yeah?” He asks with a shaky breath, eyes closed in an attempt to prolong his high. “Want me to fill that sweet pussy? Want me to fuck you so full til’ you’re spilling out?” Grunts punctuate each question. “Would my pretty baby like that?”

“Yesyesyesyesyes.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he uses you. “Wanna be your little cumslut, please,” it’s a scratchy plea. “Cum in my pussy, daddy.”

That’s all it takes for him to empty himself, filling you completely with his spend.

“Aaattagirl, takin’ my cum like a good little slut” his words fall on deaf ears as you pulse around him, unable to contain the moans, relishing in the fullness as he sloppily thrusts into you, practically molding your body into his.

“Such a good girl for me,” he rocks his hips into you at a slower, gentler pace, causing you to whimper as his pelvis hits against your swollen nub. You whine as he pulls himself from you, the cool air hitting your abused core causing you to shiver.

As quickly as he pulled himself away from you, he was just as quick to replace his cock with two fingers sliding through your slick folds.

“Look at all that,” he plays with his release, teasing it back into your hole, clicking his tongue as you arch your back and press your chest into the mattress below. “What a dirty girl. Y’like when daddy fills that pretty pussy?” You moan as he hooks his fingers into you, stroking the spongy flesh. “Y’like making a mess, don’t you? Like being treated like a cumslut, honey?” He picks up his pace, entranced by the obscene sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers, emphasizing his actions.

He wasn’t really trying to make you cum again. Hell, you barely looked coherent with your body slack against the bed, hardly propped up on your knees, but some unacknowledged need had overtaken him. You also had given yourself over to your desires, taking anything that he would give you, unknowingly driven by pure lust and desperation.

So you weren’t prepared for the way his tongue replaced his fingers, the mixture of his release and yours forced back into your dripping pussy. He moans into you, a concoction of saltiness and metallic coating his tongue as he continues to lap up the mess, the tip of his tongue barely touching your clit.

“Fuck!” You jump from the unexpected sensation, and it only spurs him on further. Lips wrap around your bud and he suckles lightly, pulling every combination of curses out of your pretty mouth.

You’re hardly coherent- the only thought that floats through your cloudy brain was to cum, even if your abused clit throbbed with every flick of Frank’s tongue. He himself had the same mission, and he swallowed every moan and drop of arousal you gave him.

He knew your body, knew you were seconds away from your third orgasm, and yet he was still surprised by the way your spent voice screamed for him, even as his fingers curled into you and he hummed around your clit.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You fall into the mattress as your orgasm takes control of your body. Your thighs squeeze together in attempts to push Frank away from your overstimulated bundle of nerves, but he holds onto your hips as he follows your body, laying flat against the bed.

“Stop! Stop stop stop!” Sobs instantaneously wrack through your body as the aftershocks take over, every muscle in your limbs trembling from exertion.

Frank’s off of you instantly, fearing he may have pushed you past your limits. Fear washes over his features as he watches the way your face presses against the pillow, your knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets, tears littering your cheeks and running down your nose.

“Hey,” he gently calls out to you, barely grazing his fingertips over your back before pulling away. “I’m here, sweetheart. You’re safe, I’m right here.” His chest tightens at your state, unsure of how to comfort you. “Am I allowed to touch you?”

You wish you could explain to him the onslaught of emotions that possessed you. Even in your own haze and exhaustion, you knew he was probably beating himself up on the inside for all the wrong reasons.

“Frank,” your outstretched arm finds his wrist, and you hoist yourself up, willing yourself into his arms. He embraces you, of course, cupping the back of your head as you rock back and forth.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers into your hair, simultaneously pulling a blanket around your shivering body.

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m okay, I promise. I’m just overwhelmed.” He looks at you with sincere eyes, grateful you felt comfortable enough to express your feelings openly and honestly. “I just love you so much,” the shaky confession pairs with tear pricked eyes as you study his face, his jaw tinted a slight shade of red.

There was no way to properly explain how much you loved him, and you didn’t have the words to articulate how loved you felt by him- he accepted you, cherished you, devoured you, even in your most vulnerable and intimate moments. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, and you think he understood you with the way his own eyes mirrored yours.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

It felt like forever and not long enough. His warmth cocooned you, relaxing you as your head rested against his shoulder. He hummed some song you recognized but couldn’t quite put the words to, your brain still fogged with feelings of bliss and ecstasy, and your eyes shut on their own accord before the familiar ache rippled through your lower abdomen.

“Shower?” Frank could tell by the way your back tensed under his touch that you were in pain, and he quickly devised a plan to help you relax. You nodded into him before hoisting yourself off, the thought of warm water soothing your muscles becoming the sole focus.

He watches as you disappear into the confines of the adjoined bathroom before quickly pulling the red stained sheets and towels off of the bed, disappearing into the dirty laundry hamper with a muted thud.

His ears perk at his name being called from behind the steady stream of water, be there in a sec, sweetheart, as he searches for fresh linens, praying you don’t notice the clashing colors of your sheets and duvet.

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west coast.

mob!frank castle x f!reader .

warnings : 18+ only, smut , the use of the word ‘panties’ twice, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), soft/service frank, public sex (on a balcony?), lemme know if im forgetting any??

i live for soft frank - sue me. (actually send sum to my inbox or i’m suing you) i think this is the longest thing i’ve posted??? 1.6k words??? that aside, this is inspired off the song west coast by lana del ray. i hope y’all like this cause i honestly am not sure - but also love it at the same time???  so flip a coin ig,,, not proofread. (likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated)

“it ain’ all bad out here, is it?” frank questions from behind, arms wrapping around your waist.

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BABY🙇‍♀️FUCKING🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️DOLL🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

baby doll - Frank Castle x f!reader**

summary: Frank’s had a long day and so did you. He prioritizes you instead.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: cunnilingus from behind, teasing, doggy, creampie, praise kink. filthy times but make it ✨slow✨ established relationship. 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!

gif: @bernthalus-christ​ 

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It’s been a long day. To put it mildly.

Things took a turn from bad to worse with each passing hour of that day, and all you could want by the end of it was a hot shower and crashing into bed. You’d be spending the evening alone anyway since Frank was away with business.

The term “business” might’ve been an overstatement. Frank didn’t like you being that involved in his actual day-to-day activities, and you didn’t like asking too many questions about it. Your lack of knowledge worked in both your interest and kept you safe.

The routine you had mentally planned took physical shape step by step: first came the shower (a little longer than you had anticipated but it felt so good to rinse off the day’s nerves and exhaustion), then a little snack, and then finally, you hopped into bed.

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Pale Rider - Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

A/n: This is inspired by the song Pale Rider by the Heavy Horses. I completely recommend it! It literally is a song about Frank I kid you not. But yeah, please enjoy. Also tagging @peculiarpenman because they always inspire me to write more poetically. <3 I love you! 

Summary: There’s a man with no name who comes in the night, who sits in the same booth and orders the same black coffee. He reeks of violence and yet you feel safe, but you never break the silence. Until one night. Just make sure you don’t fall in love with the pale rider. 

Warnings: Afab! reader, SMUT (p in v), language, kissing, angst, some violence, panic attack, depression, but then back to fluff I promise

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There’s a song that plays when you’re drying the clean glassware. There’s a song that filters from the small speakers echoing through the empty booths and freshly mopped tiles.

There’s a song that becomes your only company when no one is in the small diner. There’s a song that plays when there’s no one but him.

He comes in the off hours, when the highway outside is bare and lonesome, when the other servers have left and it’s only you and the sleeping cook on the kitchen stool.

He pulls up in a black van, parks in the same spot, a little far from the entrance, but close enough he can watch it from his booth three shy from the door.

You know he’s passing through, he never stops for more than an hour. Ordering simple black coffee, no cream, no sugar, in the same mug with the chipped handle. The same booth, the same unreadable expression, the same scrunch to his nose with every sip.

You don’t know why he stops every few weeks. There’s nights where he’s seemingly normal, hood pulled high over his head. But then there’s nights where he’s covered in dirt and bruises and blood. You’d have to be pretty dumb to not notice the handgun tucked in his waistband.

He always leaves without a word, just a wad of cash that doubles the price of the coffee, and a simple nod towards you.

It’s enough to buy your silence and hush your pressing questions.

Until one night.

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red or white?

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 7.1k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (thigh riding, handjob, fingering) swearing, general sexual content, mention of death

a/n: HELLO sorry i haven’t been super active the past couple days but i am BACK and i have a few stories all lined up !!!! but i wrote this one a while back and first date frank owns my heart okay bye love u all!!!!

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His eyes shift between the two small bottles on the fractured kitchen sink. Why is he even thinking about this? Just fucking pick one. Make a decision. Act. He knows he can, years in the army had him making split second choices, choices that decided lives; the fate of the men around him. Bullets flying everywhere, heat of fire and blood spraying his face, he could choose the right answer, turn the right way, pick the right one to shoot first quicker than he could blink an eye. But right now, two tiny bottles of aftershave sitting in front of him, he can’t seem to make up his damn mind.

Maybe its because of what part of him is leading this decision. He always uses his head. He’s smart, he can think on his feet, he knows how to get out alive, but right now, the pumping rhythm in his chest was telling him what to do, and it took him for a fucking six.

You… you left him dazed and sweaty, like he’d just run a marathon trying to hold your gaze. Getting frustrated at how ridiculous he was being, he shoved both the bottles off the sink, a single swipe of his hand sending them both flying, nearly shattering them.

“Hey! Don’t break those. They were a gift from my wife.” Micro shouts from the control room, and Frank leans down to pick them up, screwing the lid off one bottle blindly and tapping it on his neck. It smells fine, he doesn’t really care, but he hopes its the one you like. 

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Interference

Ethan Sawyer x GN!Reader 

Summary: Your movie night with Ethan gets interrupted when you think of a better way to entertain both of you.

Warnings: 18+, explicit, smut, oral sex, cursing.

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: Its Bernthirst Spring Fling time, so I had to start this week with Ethan. @bernthirst-events​ Thank you @garciamorales​ for proofreading!

Movie nights with Ethan, the little tradition you two managed to establish over the past couple of months. You picked the movies together if there was one you both wanted to see or, if that wasn’t the case, you’d switch back and forth between whose turn it was that week. Tonight was Ethan’s choice and as much as you were against judging movies before you actually watched them, this one just didn’t really speak to you.

“So…cowboys and aliens…cool.”

You ask with a little forced smile when you turn to him. He shrugs, focused on setting up the movie, completely unaware of your expression and the sarcastically excited tone of your voice.

“A guy at the station recommended it.”

He explains after a moment when you don’t say anything else.

Of course.

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NOT FRANK OR MATT RELATED IK BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT

Sweetest Touch (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x fem!reader) PART ONE

Rated: Mature, Explicit 18+

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (be neat, wrap that schmeat!), explicit language, doggy style, multiple orgasms, yall fuck in the van, grinding, cum play, a little hint of edging, mentions of voyeurism, mild verbal teasing/degradation, Adrian also has a praise kink agAIN, hickies/biting, mentions of blood/injury, violence and descriptions of murder, vaginal fingering, a LITTLE bit of anal fingering, (lmk if I missed anything please!!)

a/n: ok HERE YALL GO THANK YOU SM FOR WAITING I KNOW IT TOOK A WHILE AHHHH. (also there is like hardly any plot and im sorry that the plot that I did write sucks so im ejhrkejhr)

He won’t quit staring.

Yes, he has his mask on but you can feel his eyes. Lurking, sitting right there across from you in the van. Like an itch on the back of your spine. 

You don’t…really mind. You just, well you hate when people stare. Makes your skin crawl, and while you know Adrian’s gaze is all lovesick and puppy-eyed under that mask, it still gives you the heebie-jeebies.  

Adrian has no qualms or guilt whatsoever when his attention is grabbed. Like one of those random babies you encounter on public transportation—thousand yard stare, all up in your business. What’s up with that? It’s fuckin’ weird.

Your knee bounces, Harcourt side eyes you. Just like the transportation babies, she too, is always up in your business. A brief spell of paranoia bites at your insides—there’s no way she’d know. No, no. That’d be crazy.  

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Nothing Fucks With My Baby | Frank Castle

Nothing Fucks With My Baby

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 7.6k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (oral f receiving, mxf intercourse, overstimulation kinda) swearing, canon typical violence, mentions of death, mentions of blood, kind of a panic attack

a/n: OK so this was inspired by me listening to hozier and his song NFWMB so i highly recommend listening to it at least once when u read this (i would play it at the start and whenever it finishes u can repeat it or just end) bc that’s how i wrote it :) hopefully it fits the vibe!! ALSO in case you haven’t figured it out i am a firm believer in the fact that frank castle enjoys eating pussy so write that down because you will be quizzed on it later BYE!

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Frank was a caged animal. Hands cuffed to the metal bar on the table, staring at his own face in the two way mirror of the interrogation room. He knew he looked insane, beat up and bloody, ready to tear the place apart, but he didn’t give a shit. They hadn’t seen fucking crazy, but they would if they didn’t give him what he wanted.

His knuckles were raw, the cuffs pulling apart old wounds every time he strained and ripped at the bar. He was getting desperate; it had been 24 hours since he’d seen you alive. It had been the longest day of his fucking life, and it was starting to take its toll. He knew he was getting tired, every muscle in his body felt heavier than usual, and every movement in his chair made him bite his tongue so the assholes outside wouldn’t see his weakness, but no amount of sleep deprivation, no torture, no interrogation was going to break him until he got to you. Nothing would stop him.

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#frank castle #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x you #frank castle x reader #frank x you #the punisher x y/n #the punisher x reader #the punisher x you #the punisher x oc #the punisher #marvel tv #marvel #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle smut

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Giggling and shit

“Would you want to make a private video for the two of us?” “Mmm that’s right smile for the camera.” “Fuck, I love it when you scream my name like that.” and frank🥵

𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i love the idea of making a sex tape with frank, happy sleepover babes! thank you for 6k <3

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: frank castle x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, unprotected sex, sex tape, praise kink, oral (f)

"would you want to make a private video for the two of us?" + "mmm that's right smile for the camera." + "fuck, i love it when you scream my name like that." + frank

The bulge pressed against your abdomen. Frank had your body pressed against the door of your bedroom. It was the last weekend together before he went out of town for a job. He would be away for two weeks- the longest you've been apart since dating.

The only thing the two of you have planned this weekend was being in bed.

Peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, his hand holds your jaw in place. Your hands play with the hem of his shirt, sliding up his shirt.

"I have an idea," His breath was hot against your skin.

Shivers went down your spine, bringing you back down to reality. Only responding a grunt, he chuckles.

"Would you want to make a private video... for the two of us..." You pause for a moment, really bringing brought back down to reality.

"It'd be just for us- for when I'm away... and we miss each other," He explains with his lips still against your skin.

He slides his hand up your leg and up your shirt. The idea of Frank watching it when he's alone in his hotel room with his hand around himself was enough to convince you. Panting, you nod eagerly.

Within seconds his touch vanished as he left to the living room to grab his phone. In the meantime, you pulled your shirt over your head and unbuttoned your shorts.

"I think that's my job," Frank says, watching you drop your shorts.

Smirking, you follow him into the bedroom- nerves starting to set in about the events about to take place. Frank props his phone up on the dresser, leaning it against a bottle of cologne and jewelry box. Before he presses record, he pulls you in by your hips.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? It'll only ever be seen by me, I promise." You nod, pressing a light kiss on his lips.

"Will I get a copy of this? Or is this only for your eyes?" He chuckles, kissing you in return.

"Can I ask what you'll do with it?" Frank knew exactly what you had planned, but he wanted to hear the sinful acts from your lips.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Teasing back, he laughs along with you before slipping his fingers inside your panties.

"Would you be doing something like this?" His fingers rub small circles around your clit, fogging your brain and causing you to stutter your comeback.

Removing his fingers and kissing your temple, he hits record. His lips reattach to your neck, and his hands begin to grab at your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck, and your fingers comb through his hair. Backing you into the edge of the bed, he lays you down.

He unclasps your bra, sliding it off your arms tossing it on the bedroom floor. Frank's mouth attaches to your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts. A soft moan escapes your lips when his teeth play with your nipple. His calloused palms run along the side of your body.

He could feel your eyes flickering to the camera- you were trying not to stare, but it felt unusual.

"mmm, smile for that camera." He mumbles against your skin.

Frank's tongue drags from the base of your breast down your stomach to the seam of your panties. The sensation of the cool air hitting the wet spots causes goosebumps to cover your skin. His fingers loop around the thin lacey fabric and tug it down your thighs. Frank spreads your thighs apart, moaning at the sight of your soaked cunt.

The sound that slipped past your lips came out more whiney than you wanted. Frank's mouth quickly attached to your clit, swirling and nipping at your clit. His finger founds its way inside you, curling inside- grazing your g-spot.

"Frank- fuck!" You choke out, balling the comforter in your fists.

The plead only encouraged him further. He adjusted your leg and put it over his shoulder, and he spread your leg other farther apart. Once your legs were as far as they could be, he spread open your folds flickering his tongue along your folds- focusing on your clit.

"S'fucking good- Frank, please!" At this point, you have forgotten all about the camera that was capturing all of the sinful actions and words in front of it.

"Fuck, I love it when you scream my name like that." He mumbles into your cunt.

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NOW HOLD ON A MINUTE-

had to share my fave mattreader audio (i like starting at 4:05, the similarities make me so 🥺).

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How I look at my phone reading y/n getting plowed by a man twice her age

Reading Girl   -    András Balogh

Hungarian, 1919-1992

Oil on canvas , 60.5 x 80.5 cm.

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Y’all I am very much a “oh fuck not a breeding fic” BUT WHEN I SAY THIS SHIT WAS SO CUTE AND SO SWEET AND SO HOT I MEAN EVERY WORD!!!!

hhello i’m back taste was so fucking good holy shit ok so

thoughts on frank and breeding

mmff maybe even sex pollen

dear god i’ve made my own knees weak

(only if your comfortable writing of course)

<3

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babes i’m sorry, i could not think of a single thing with the sex pollen part like breeding? no problem but the sex pollen was throwing me so i left it out :’/

i’ll keep thinking tho bc i do love me some sex pollen fics! but for now, enjoy breeding + frank <3

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: smut, 18+ only! breeding kink, piv, cream pie. a little bit of angst and fluff tbhhhh but not much!

summary: frank and breeding :3

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Throwing your purse on the kitchen counter, you sigh heavily, shrugging your coat off.

“Oh my God,” You groan, heading to the bedroom to change out of the dress you were currently in.

As lovely as the dress was, and as much as you loved the food at dinner tonight, you were absolutely stuffed. Your eyes were bigger than your stomach when you had ordered the food, so by the time it all came, you realised how fucked you were.

But it was an expensive restaurant and with enough perseverance, you ate and ate and ate until you only left a few crumbs. Frank definitely helped, but he was nowhere near as full as you.

He almost had to carry you out of the car because of how immobile you felt.

Slipping on sweatpants and a tank, you observe your bloated gut in the body length mirror in your room.

While you changed, Frank swept the perimeters of the house, checking every lock on every door and window and making sure they were secure, before turning off all the lights and joining you for bed.

Eating all the food you ordered took some time and it was well past 11 by the time you’d finished.

“I am full to the brim.” You swallow thickly, honestly a little scared that you were about to explode. Frank enters the room with a dirty smile on his face at your words and you just throw a throw pillow at him as you undo the bed, “Dirty fuck.”

“You said it.” He shrugs, dodging the pillow and taking off his boots.

“Look at me! I look 3 months pregnant.” As you poke and prod at the squishy flesh of your stomach, you don’t see the far gone look on Franks face as he realises just how pregnant you really look. He didn’t believe you at first, assumed you were overreacting like you always did and expected only the tiniest bit of pudge to be showing… but you were right, you did look 3 months pregnant. And Frank fucking loved it. When he didn’t say anything, you looked up at him, only for him to practically climb on top of you and press multiple kisses to your bare stomach, “Frank-“ You gasped, a little shocked at his sudden change in demeanour and also finding his kisses a tad ticklish. But you let him do his thing, it felt nice.

He presses a few more kisses to your stomach before bringing a hand up to caress the small bump, “Pregnant looks good on you.” He murmurs, rubbing you up and admiring every inch of your belly.

“What?” You can’t help but laugh, unsure how else to react as your mind goes haywire, carding your fingers through his hair out of pure instinct.

“So round and full.” He grunts, fully worshipping your lower half at this point and it’s now that you realise what’s going on. The incredibly hard boner rubbing against your calf also a big hint. As you smile to yourself, he brings himself further up your body, “And these,” He grasps both of your tits in each hand, squeezing gently before massaging them.

As you bring the hand in his hair down to his cheek, you stroke gently, moving to his chin and lifting it so that he can finally look up at you, “You wanna fill me up even more?”

He lets out a shuddered breath at your question and instantly brought his lips up to your own.

You welcomed him, not that you really had a choice, he kind of attacked you with the kiss. But you’re the one who riled him up so it was the consequences of your own actions.

When he finally breaks the kiss to get some much needed air, he rests his forehead against your own. You nip at his bottom lip and bring your hand up to caress his cheek, “You wanna put a baby inside me, daddy?” You whisper.

Something inside him goes completely feral and it’s almost completely evident in the way his eyes darken, his pants tighten and the small, seemingly pained grunt that leaves his mouth.

“Fuck,” He sighs, unbuckling his belt as he kisses you once more. It’s a much more hungry kiss, and it takes you by surprise how much you’ve spurred him on.

He moves the kisses down your neck as he sets himself free from the confines of his boxers. On his way further down, he’s sure to leave extra kisses over your stomach and you can’t lie, the sight makes your heart soar.

The idea of having a baby with Frank was was always complicated. It had been a while ever since, you know. And you were completely fine with waiting for Frank- even now after 4 years since and 2 years of dating, you would wait even longer if you had to.

But lately, it’s like he finally came to. He was happier- a lot happier. Instead of pushing you away, he sought you out for comfort. He’d show you off more and take you out. You believe the guilt of loving you was slowly fading away. The betrayal he felt like he was committing, gone. You made him happy and that was the best thing for him. Happiness.

Loving you more openly was one thing, seeing a future with you was another. It was only recently that you started seeing signs of it. Moving in was the kicker, but it was all the little things that felt all the more important.

Taking his clothes, cooking for each other, doing his laundry, showering together… him taking a dump while you showered.

Then it was the lingering touches. His hand was often at your waist, but there was one time in particular where he had rounded to the front of your stomach. You smiled down at the hand and placed your hands on top of it, keeping him there.

Then it was the stomach kisses, and how he called you ‘baby’ more, lingered his stare over parents and their new borns, how he drags you into pet stores whenever you pass by them and fawns over the puppies. Maybe that last one was a reach, but still!

He strips your bottom half of the sweats you’d just put on, along with your underwear until you’re left bare in front of him. He looks down at you lovingly, practically worshipping your body with his eyes as he pulls you closer to him.

He sits back on his knees, pumping his cock a few times before hoisting one of your legs up against his shoulder. He presses a few kisses to your calf at the side of his head and you smile at the intimacy.

He rubs the head against your folds, lubricating himself in the slick that slowly gathers at the familiar feeling of Franks dick.

Once satisfied, he slowly pushes himself in, making you gasp at the intrusion. No matter how prepared you were, no matter if you were the one to put him inside you, you would never be prepared for that feeling.

He admires the way you stretch around him, your walls engulfing him in a tight, warm hug. Once he reaches the hilt, he lets you adjust for a few seconds. The hand you bring up to grasp his own that rests at your hip indicates to him to begin his thrusts.

He pulls out slowly at first, cherishing the way his cock glistens now with your slick that’s fully coated him, before pushing all the way back in and setting a steady pace.

He groans as he watches you come apart on his cock already, arching your back and bringing your hands to palm at your tits.

Franks jaw goes slack at the sight before him, so he readjusts your leg to circle his hip and leans down to maul your tits for you. He pulls them out of your tank top and brings the squishy flesh into his mouth, simultaneously unfaltering in his thrusts.

You moan at the sight, bottom lip sliding between your teeth as he licks the pebbled nipple.

“So fucking good.” You mutter through gritted teeth, clenching around him. His hips stutter when you do so and you don’t even hide the smile that pulls at your lips.

He just shakes his head and gives you a ‘you’re gonna regret you did that’ look before biting your nipple.

You squeak in surprise and tug at his hair in retaliation. It’s his turn to smile now and you roll your eyes at the shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

Well, you can’t say you’re mad at him for that. He was only preparing you for the harsh reality of breastfeeding that you would inevitably face later on down the track… in the event that he gets you pregnant, of course.

As his thrusts start to get sloppy, and his face flushes with bliss as he reaches his high, you know exactly what to do to get him there.

“Cum inside me, baby,” You squeeze his bicep, kissing his jaw and tightening your legs around his hip to pull him closer to you. He just groans in response, furrowing his brows and picking up the pace ever so slightly. You gasp softly at the pace, moaning every so often, knowing how much he loves it. When you feel him twitch inside you, you know he’s so, so close. You lick up the protruding vein from his neck, before whispering in his ear with a soft whimper, “Put a fucking baby in me, Frankie.”

He thrusts a few more times, these more sporadic than his previous ones as he stills his hips against your own momentarily- cumming deep inside you.

He exhales softly, sitting up now to grab at his base and pull out of you. He watches in awe as he pulls his dick out of you, now fully coated in white, a concoction of his cum and your own. He removes the head for a split second, watching the white substance slowly leak out of you before thrusting back inside to plug it in.

You can’t help but notice the way he’s subtly lifted your hips now, probably ensuring that not a drop goes to waste.

You sigh warmly, stomach all fuzzy as the warmth of his seed spreads inside you.

“I don’t know,” He tsks, and you raise a tentative brow at his expression. You feel your heart drop a little, worried that he’s suddenly regretted it. That the whole breeding thing was just a bit. “I think we might need to go a few more rounds. Just to be sure.” He looks down at you now instead of at your leaking pussy. A wave of relief washes over you now, and he smiles wickedly at his own joke.

“What are you waiting for then, daddy?” You ask, trying to beat him at his own game. Whatever game that was, you didn’t know. Stamina, maybe?

He just tilts his head, wrapping a strong arm around your waist, bringing you up and flipping the both of you so that you now straddle him and his cock, “Saddle up, mama.”

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a/n: SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT! i’m making fight and fuck a whole mini series!! i’ve gotten so many asks on the backstory and epilogues and mini drabbles. KEEP SENDING THEM THROUGH! i love taking requests so much. so many drafts in the works, i can’t wait to share them all with you.

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I WANT HIM SO BADDDDDD

Fight and Fuck

YALL SEE THEM FUCKING VEINS RIGHT??

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY PLEASE. gunplay, sex, PIV, hatefucking. enemies to lovers but like still enemies. spanking, rough, BDSM i guess, manhandling, slapping, marking, choking, spitting. kinda degrading on both parts but frank does it more bc he’s mean.

summary: you’re some anti-government spy idk anything you want. but you’re a criminal in franks eyes. and what does the big, bad punisher do with criminals? he fucks them of course! well, only the pretty ones with a smart mouth, nice tits and a great ass… aka you.

a/n: this and all of my frank works are just self indulgent as fuck like YALL send requests bc it’s just not safe for anyone to see what my brain is like.

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You knew he was in your house the second you entered through the doorway. You would go as far to say that you swore you smelt him out in the hallway but that had to be pushing it.

You knew he was in your house because of the way your rug had shifted place. What was once flat against the ground now had a small bump that could have only occurred if someone’s big, dumb feet had tripped over it.

Frank.

You smiled to yourself softly, both excited and finding humour in how easy Frank was.

As much as it triggered you, you kept your shoes on, figuring they would come in handy if you had to run for your life or kick him in the face.

With a purposefully audible sigh, you set your bags down onto the counter top of your kitchen. You’d put them away later. For now, you wanted to play with Frankie.

You took your coat off, throwing it blindly into your bathroom, hoping it landed in the hamper. Also hoping it scared Frank if he was in there. You took off a few more layers you had on until you were left in a slim fitting tank. If you couldn’t fight him, you’d seduce him instead.

You purposely continued to turn your back on obvious hiding spots around your apartment. Closets, doors. He was yet to pounce, but you knew he was coming. It’s just a matter of where from.

Your apartment wasn’t too large. The run-down top floor above a ballet studio. Top floor, technically meaning penthouse but it was anything but one of those penthouses.

The wallpaper was peeling, the windows shook in even the smallest gust of wind, it leaked, the lights buzzed… if they decided to work. But it was cheap and warm- in certain places, and somewhat cozy. Also hidden, barely anyone knew it was even a place someone called home… with the exception of Frank being able to find it, of course.

You hummed to yourself now, growing a little impatient as you began cleaning up a little. You deliberately made yourself vulnerable now, picking up a few stray mugs that you’d left out and bringing them towards the sink.

It was then that you heard it. The creak in the floorboards, in particular the one in your bedroom, closest to the door, the floor board with a particular wood marking that looked like a vagina.

You smiled to yourself again, reaching under one of the cabinets and grabbing the Beretta 92 you had velcro’d underneath.

To disguise the sound, you turned on the sink and cleared your throat, clocking the gun as quiet as you could.

Frank cursed himself for the small creak he made, even if you seemed to not have heard it. Damn boots. They were good for kicking people in the face, but not for espionage work.

The sound of the sink made him smile to himself. Yes. He had you exactly where he wanted. You would mindlessly do the dishes like the dumb, little housewife you were and big bad punisher Frank would come up behind you and knock you out. Or slit your throat, depends on the fight you got in you and the mouth that comes with it.

As he slowly nears the kitchen, the sound of the sink becomes more clear. He can still hear you humming a repetitive tune and steadies his feet even more now that he’s closer.

Finally entering the main part of your living area, Frank furrow his brows as the kitchen appears empty. The sink still runs, a direct stream however straight into the bottom of the porcelain bowl. Your phone sits on the kitchen counter… replaying a voice recording of the tune you had been humming earlier.

He lowers his knife now, blinking dumbly at the empty scene before realising he’d fell for it. Motherfucker.

He doesn’t want to, because he knows how this’ll go. But he does it anyway. He turns on his feet slowly and is met with the barrel of a gun that once pointed to the back of his head.

At the end of it, you. You son of a bitch.

“Gotta be lighter on your feet, baby cakes.” You quirk mockingly, always the one for dramatics.

Too bad you let it catch you off guard.

Frank smiles curtly and before you can even blink, harshly grabs at your gun.

You struggle against him, tightening your grip on the gun, however now allowing Frank to pull you towards him.

He twists your arm so far that you’re surprised it didn’t snap off and you try your very hardest not to groan out in pain. You bring your knee up to connect with his crotch and he mostly flinches rather than buckle over like you’d hoped.

Of course this motherfucker has balls of fucking steel.

With basically all control over you, he shoves you up against the nearest wall, the air basically forced out of your lungs as your back collides with the wall.

“Gotta be quicker than that, baby cakes.” He mocks back.

You struggle against him more, but find yourself stuck. The twist of your arm starts to burn and you’re left no choice but to drop the gun, knowing it’s the only thing that will make him release you.

You feel a pang of defeat as it drops to the floor, but you don’t let that last long. You fake a small sigh of bliss as Frank loosens up on your twisted arm, before opening your eyes and bringing your head against his skull in a painful headbutt. God, note to self, never headbutt someone with a skull as thick as Franks.

You take his moment of distraction to shove him off you, kicking him in the stomach and sending him to the wall. Your vision is too blurred to find the gun so you make a run for it… until, Frank grabs at your ankle and tugs you to the floor.

“Fuckin’ bitch.”

You yelp in surprise as you land against the hardwood. You spin around in Franks grasp and manage to kick away his hand at your ankle, backing away from him in an attempt to regain your footing. When you see the gun in his hand however, you find it almost impossible to be able to stand again. All you can really do is blink at him dumbly, and slide backwards against the hardwood as he clambers toward you.

You quickly look around you and grab any object you can, knocking it over to obstruct his path but it’s barely any use. He just picks them up as if they weigh nothing and throws them across the room.

When your back reaches the side table of your living room, you quickly pull yourself up and grab the candle holder that once resided on the table.

Without even thinking, you swing it in front of you and catch Frank in the cheekbone. His head jerks to the side and the skin turns red in an instant.

He grabs your retreating hand and with all his mighty force, shoves you back against the ground. In an instant, he has all your limbs trapped. Your legs unmoving underneath his hips and your wrist held together by just one of his large hands.

“Fuck, you’re heavy.” You wheeze, feeling the brunt of his weight upon you and wanting to get a rise out of him. Probably not a smart move because of the gun he has now pointed to your temple. His knife dangling in the palm of the same hand, poking slightly at your collarbone.

“God, shut the fuck up for once in your life.” He mutters through gritted teeth, “It’d get you out of a lot trouble-“

“I’ll shut up once you lose some weight.” You throw back.

He just stared down at you as he breathes heavily. Using your wrists, he lifts up your upper body a few inches off the ground before slamming it back down again, your head colliding with the floor and making you go a little dizzy.

Using his forearm to hold down your hands, his hand now goes to your throat. You find yourself tilting your head up, almost giving him more access to your throat as his clammy hand wraps around it.

He instantly adds pressure and you can’t help the way your eyes widen a little at the lack of air able to pass through.

“Give up yet?” He cocks his head slight, gun digging further into your skull.

“Actually,” You swallow, difficult against his hand. You soften your eyes as you wiggle underneath him. Purposely doeing your eyes, but also half an accident with the lack of oxygen already in effect, “I’m more aroused.” You rasp, not breaking the eye contact you hold with him, “I always liked choking, how did you know?”

“Fuck you.” He seethes.

He moves the gun from your temple to the centre of your forehead now. The knife drags across your chest, sharp side down and slices a small cut against your skin. You grunt at the burn, but remain looking up at him. Almost challenging him.

It’s silent now. The only noise is the heavy breathing coming from the both of you.

You would be a big, fat liar if you’d said you weren’t scared. You didn’t know if Frank would really shoot you. You could see why he would, but you could also see why he wouldn’t.

The would outweighed the wouldn’t.

This little cat and mouse game would finally come to an end. All those nights coming home after escaping him. The time he stabbed you in the thigh. Or when he gave you a black eye. When he broke your hand. When you broke his nose. Or when you shot him in the shoulder.

You were more like WWE partners at this point. It was… fun.

You couldn’t help the rush of adrenaline that would course through your body every time you encountered Frank. The way he manhandled you. You liked every second of it. Even when your life was literally in the hands of Frank Castle.

“Stop hesitating and do it.” You whisper, no longer able to find your voice.

He eyes you down as you lay completely at his mercy. The blood from where he cut you trickling down towards his hand. Your cleavage emphasised because of your position on the ground. Your chest heaving in sporadic patterns to accomodate for the hand around your throat.

Slowly, Frank traces the gun down the bridge of your nose. The knife still in hand, gliding down your chest now, towards the depth of your cleavage. It stings, but nothing you haven’t felt before. He nudged the gun against your lips now, their already parted state allowing him to slip it just past your teeth. He keeps it there for a few seconds, focusing on the knife now as he cuts another horizontal line across your chest.

You don’t need to look at it to know what he’s done. As previously mentioned, he’s too predictable and the proud look on his face only adds to it.

He’s marked you with the letter ‘F’. It’s dodgy work and it the blood seeps out of the cuts slowly, igniting the small letter against your skin. Figuring it’s useless without the second initial, he quickly adds a ‘C’ next to it. He eases his grip on the knife now, satisfied with his work and discards it to the floor, next to your head.

He tightens his grip on both the gun and your neck. He continues to move the gun down your body. You don’t miss the way his eyes darkened as the gun drove between the nape of your tits.

Once it passed over your stomach and didn’t stop, you squinted your eyes at Frank. He persisted, now teasing the gun at the waistband of your cargo trousers.

You shifted your hips underneath him but it was no use. He was too strong… and your body wasn’t speaking for your mind. You wanted this. But you couldn’t let him know that.

“Fuck you.” You spit, eye contact never breaking.

All you can do is blink as he shoves the gun further down, underneath your panties now and through your folds.

The ease of the gun against your lips due to your slick makes him raise a brow in curiosity. Mocking curiosity that is. You wanted this. But he already knew that.

It was filthy. That’s what it was. Your opponent fucking you with your own weapon. An insanely intimate act of trust. But that was exactly it.

You trusted Frank.

The insertion of the gun inside you finally caused you to break eye contact with him. Your eyes fluttered closed as he pushed the gun in as far as it would let him.

He gave it a few thrusts, twisting it at certain times that made your hips jerk and his eyes darken, before abruptly taking it out.

The gun shined with your slick coating it and Frank all but shoved into your gaping mouth for you to lick clean.

He observed you closely as you did so, his pants tightening as he swallowed a breath. You felt the strain against your hip and hummed lightly.

He retracted the gun from your mouth and now it was your turn to strike.

Using your leg, you used all the force you could muster to shove him off you. The movement weakened his grip around your neck and further allowed you to take control, switching your positions as you now straddle him.

Your control doesn’t last long however, because he just flips you back around and you resume your position on the bottom. Your hands are now pinned on either side of your head and Franks face is a lot closer than you remember it once being.

You bring your legs up, not to attack, but to wrap around his torso. You unintentionally bring his crotch towards your own and feel him grunt in restrained pleasure at the contact.

You look from his lips to eyes as he hovers above you.

You’d be another big, fat liar if you said he wasn’t handsome. He just had that face. It was strong and set. The nose, the jaw, the eyes. It didn’t help that it was bruised half the time either, you believe that only heightened his attractiveness. Whether or not he wore blood would just be the cherry on top of the cake.

You flutter your eyes close as he finally brings his lips down to yours. God, how long you’ve waited to do that.

He tastes exactly like you thought he would. Like absolute shit. It’s bitter, like there’s hints of blood and probably alcohol. Maybe coffee. But you fuckign love it.

Your tongues fight, similar to the way the two of you do. You moan in his mouth, toes curling slightly when you feel his hand graze down your arm.

You use your now free hand to come up around his neck, to pull him closer, if possible. You want more. His hand travels down your waist and under your back to pull you up into him even closer, if possible. He wants more.

The kiss quickly escalates, more heated and more desperate than ever.

With your legs tightly wrapped around his waist and his hand securing your back, he lifts the both of you off the floor and stands. Lips never leaving yours, he first shoves you up against the wall.

You bite his lip in retaliation, hard enough to draw blood and you feel a bit of arousal at the site. He winced in pain when you did so, but you just bring him back to your lips and kiss it better.

You run your hands through his hair sensually, before going down to his warm neck. His hands also travel down to your ass, gripping onto the soft flesh and squeezing harshly, making you moan in his mouth.

He removes you from the wall now, learning his lesson and taking you into the bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed as if you weigh nothing, settling between your legs as he hovers over you once more, a position you frequently found yourselves in tonight. Your grip on his hair tightens and he harshly grabs your chin.

He looks at you for a second and it’s hard to decipher what he’s thinking. From the outside, it would seem as if he hated you, he sneered down at you as you continued to catch your breath from before. You, on the other hand, held a softer, more amused gaze. Because you knew. You knew that, though he did hate you, he wanted you more.

You trail your hand down from his neck, to his chest, then to his stomach. You tug on his shirt and he lifts it over his head easily. You take a little time to admire his body. Just a quick glance in all the lovely places so as to not inflate his ego even more. Nothing you hadn’t seen before, strong pecs, pebbled abs, scars adorning every few inches of surface.

[a/n: girl lets go to the club and pop out pussies]

Remembering the task at hand, you sit up but pause hesitantly over the belt buckle. Fingers grazing over his very prominent v-line that made you hitch a breath in your throat. His hand softly grips onto your hand, and you look up at him through your lashes now.

It was a strange interaction. The first, kind of soft, experience you had with Frank. Granted, his calloused hand wasn’t so soft, but he wasn’t squeezing the blood out of your hand.

As you notice his pants tighten even more over his length, you quickly get back to work undoing his belt buckle.

Frank scoffed, wanting to make a comment on how easily you undid the belt- probably because you’d done it a million times before like the fucking whore you were. But he just quirked a brow down at you, “Eager?”

You chuck the belt somewhere on the bed and now undo the button and fly of his pants. The pants drop around to his thighs and it’s now, as he strains painfully against his boxers that you send him a glare for his comment. Without mercy, you grip onto his length through his boxers- smiling on the inside when you see his stomach suck in a breath. Once you pull him free from his boxers, a firm grip on the hard length, you mockingly raise a brow back at him, “Unsatisfied.” To answer his question.

Using your thumb, you smear the precum that’s leaking out of his tip across the head. Further unsatisfied with the lubrication, you gather a load of spit to drip onto it.

You let the saliva free fall from your lips, landing on his dick at an antagonising pace. You hear him groan, but ignore it as you use your hand to spread your spit all over him.

All of a sudden, Franks hand takes over where yours once was, and you look up at him in slight confusion.

“Lay back.” He nods.

As much as he wanted nothing more than to put your mouth to good use for once in your life and face fuck you into place, he wanted to be inside you more.

You lay back against the mattress, and he makes quick work in removing your clothes until you’re fully bare beneath him.

You spread your legs as he hovers closer and expectantly wait for him to thrust into you without warning. He brings his face closer, forehead resting against yours as he grips his cock in his hand.

Your heart picks up as you literally feel the heat radiating from his cock straight to your pussy. He’s oh-so close to making contact, until he halts all movements.

You look up at him painfully, and he just stares you down with an evil smirk on his face.

“Beg.” He orders.

You feel your blood literally boil beneath your skin at his request. Who the fuck did he think you were?

“Get fucked.” You spit back in response.

Sighing to himself, he nods with that stupid ‘okay’ frown of his. He sits back on his knees, slowly jerking his dick in his hand.

You feel more vulnerable than ever now. Your legs spread open before him with your aching cunt on full display. You’ve upset him and he’s suddenly got ahold of his belt that you’d discarded.

You swallow thickly as he wraps it securely around his hand, leaving a loose loop at the end of his hand, a makeshift whip. He slaps it against your thigh a few times, only softly though and it makes you nervous at how calm he is.

“Go on.” He encourages and you curse yourself for letting it show how apprehensive you were.

When you’re silent, he drags the leather down across your pussy, making you clench around nothing. For fucks sake.

“Fuck me,” You half-ass beg, “Please.”

He lets out a genuine scoff, before bringing the belt down against your pussy in a vigorous motion, causing you to gasp in shock, “I said beg, not use your fucking manners you dumb, fucking slut.”

You almost cum from his words alone. But you just roll your eyes in disdain and throw your head against the pillows, a hand travelling down to play with your clit to tease him.

“Please, God! Fuck me, Frank.” You basically scream, rubbing at the swollen nub. You lift your head a little now to make eye contact with Frank- who quickly engages with your eyes instead of your pussy that he almost drooled over, “Fuck me with your thick cock, please,” You whine, “Want it so bad.” You take the liberty of shoving two fingers inside your whole and that’s when Frank fucking loses it.

He pulls your hand away from your cunt and slaps the shit out of your pussy. You moan and let out a hearty laugh as you gasp mockingly at his manhandling, “Fuckin’ slut.” He pushes you further into the mattress, taking your leg and resting it against his shoulder as he slaps the head of his cock over your clit a few times before shoving into you without warning, “God, such a tight cunt.”

You gasp genuinely now, the sheer feeling of his cock filling you up so quickly a little shocking to you. After sheathing himself to the hilt of his balls, he began a quick and aggressive pace.

Your hand fisted the sheets before coming up to his neck and pulling him down. His head nested in the crook of your neck, sucking harshly on the skin and for sure leaving hickies.

You rolled your eyes again, both at the pleasure of him fucking into you so hard and nice, and at the thought of this immature grown ass man leaving hickies on you like you were teens.

He removes himself from your neck and straightens back up on his knees. He grabs both of your legs now, spreading them further and holding them in place as he fucks into you.

He grunts with almost every thrust, hitching a breath every time you clench around him too.

You bring both hands up to palm at your tits as he continued to fuck you. The action gives you an idea and you bring one hand down to Franks cock. He doesn’t falter in his thrusts, just stares down at your breathlessly as you move your hand around to fondle with his balls. You give a light squeeze and smile wickedly when he jerks a thrust.

In retaliation, he brings a hand to your tits and pinches a nipple. You just smile up at him even wider, enjoying the sensation it gives you. He just shakes his head and goes for the touchdown now. He brings a rough hand down to your pussy, slapping it harshly, knowing the impact it had on you.

You arch your back in response, eyes fluttering close at the feeling. Something about it was just so feral to you.

But he doesn’t stop there. He rubs hard and fast over your clit, so fast it almost feels like a vibrator. You moan out loud, your hand coming to grip his wrist, half stopping him, half encouraging him to keep going.

You feel the burn in your stomach and your heart skips a little beat. Fuck, yes.

You clench around him sporadically and he scoffs at your reaction, “Cummin’ already?“ He teases, slowing down his rubs against your clit, “What was that about unsatisfied?” You whine as he only goes slower and slower, coming to a complete stop.

“I fucking hate you.” You whisper as your high slowly dissolves. You were so fucking close. Now you’re fucking close to crying, you needed to cum so fucking bad.

He just leans down again, trailing kisses up your stomach, sucking on each tit with a few kitten licks to your nipples before reaching your lips, “The feelings mutual.” He says against your lips, pecking them gently before he’s literally flipping you around so that you now sit on top of him.

He doesn’t even let you adjust or set a pace as you should being on top. No, he grabs your hips, fingers digging into the skin, and fucks up into you so hard it’s fucking abuse.

You fall forward, and catch yourself on his pecks. You’re literally incapable of doing anything else but let him fuck you. You love hate to admit it, you’re his fuck doll.

“Fuck, Frank.” You whine, scratching at his chest a little- payback for what he did to you earlier with the knife.

He pounds up into you mercilessly, the harsh sound of slapping skin filling your room- probably the entire apartment.

His hands move to your ass and spreads them apart, allowing him to hit deeper and deeper, even though you’re sure there’s no possible way he can go any further.

You’re a whimpering mess and the coil in your stomach starts to build. It catches you by surprise, never having occurred without you actually having to stimulate it yourself.

Frank could never know about that.

You test it out, resisting the urge to reach down and just rub at your pussy for a few seconds until you felt the explosion. No, you wanted to experience an orgasm solely from penetration.

“Please,” You genuinely beg now, the knot only getting tighter and tighter, “Don’t stop. Right there.” You gasp.

His pace turns ruthless, yet sloppy. It’s barbarous, almost inhumane if you will.

You’re so close. So fucking close.

“Cum on my cock,” Your ears prick up at Frank’s voice, “Make a fucking mess-“ He cuts himself off, reaching the edge himself as he encourages you to cum.

So you do. You cum and you cum fucking hard.

You moan a guteral moan, straight from your throat. Dare you say, the heart. The pussy, even.

He continues to pound into you though, still not yet reached his own high. You figure it’s only fair for a little give and take.

“Cum inside me.” You encourage in sultry whisper/whine, “Want you to fill me up so bad.” You lean down now to press a few kisses to his chest, working in time with him and circling your hips, “Want your cum, Frankie.”

He throws his head back against the pillows and stills his hips, cock throbbing inside you as he shoots hot, white spurts of cum inside you.

His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath, his cock twitching inside you ever so slightly and you squeeze around him one last time to milk him completely.

Once you catch your own breath, you go to remove yourself from his cock, but Frank firmly grabs your hips and keeps you still, “Don’t move.” He sighs, chest still heaving. He blindly grabs the blanket at the end of your bed and throws it over the two of you. Despite the literal workout session you both endured, this was New York and you’re apartment was cheap, “Just stay.”

You debate making a snarky comment, riling him up one last time, commenting on the sex, or just plain bringing up the fact that he now has you cock warming him.

But you save it for another time. Hopeful that there will be another time.

His chest was warm and hard… yet still so soft to lay your head on. The arm that had wrapped around your waist made you feel so safe and… secure. You hadn’t felt like that in a long time.

You wouldn’t mind doing this again. And again, and again and again.

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cw/tw: predator/prey kink, AFAB reader but no specific gendered pronouns (if you see any please let me know so i can fix it!), light knife play, some vague threats, consensual non-con, spitting, fingering, oral (f and m recieving), light face slapping, one ‘attagirl’, light degradation and praise, after care, rough sex, dom/sub themes, let me know if i missed anything that should be tagged!

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two weeks had passed. two agonizing, humiliating weeks since frank had cornered you and made you look him in the eyes as you confessed something you’ve never said out loud.

“i just feel like you're pushing me away!” frank shouted, “you're always getting on my ass about not pushing you away and now you're doing the same!”

“no, you don't get it, frank!” you huffed.

“then help me understand! do you think im gonna judge you and leave your ass for something as stupid as sex?”

you rolled your eyes, moving to walk past him before he grabbed your arms, easily moving you back into place, pressing you against the wall. “you’re not leaving until you tell me.”

“its stupid and it doesn’t matter, just let me go.” you sighed, trying to shake his hands off of you.

his grip only tightened, dipping his head down to make eye contact with you. “you’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s been on your mind, is it me? have i not been fucking you good enough?”

your face flushed in embarrassment as you shook your head, fumbling over your words. “no, i just-”

“what? is there something i’m doing you don’t like?”

“no, you just-”

“i what? what am i doing wrong?”

“if you'd just let me-”

“all im asking is that you just talk to me, baby, thats all-”

“fuck, would you just let me talk?! i want you to hunt me down like an animal and fuck me, okay?”

frank opened his mouth to speak, shutting it after a few moments before he nodded silently, dropping his hands from your arms. “okay.”

your whole body felt hot with shame and anxiety. fuck, what if he thinks its weird? or he’s not into you and now that judgement is hanging over your head every time you two have sex?

“okay? thats it?” you asked tentatively and he nodded again.

“okay.”

not an hour went by without you replaying the argument in your head. frank hadn’t said anything about it since, not a peep from him. sure, you two had sex in the past two weeks since then, but it felt off. you were worried maybe you were overthinking it. maybe he thought it was better to just drop it and not bring it back up, that could've been his way of saying he's not interested, right? spare you the embarrassment of actually sitting down and talking about it.

you sighed, adjusting your position in the passenger seat in an attempt to stretch your stiff legs. you and frank had been on the road for a few days now, occasionally stopping for food, gas, or bathroom breaks. you weren’t exactly sure where you were going, but then again, it wasn’t exactly necessary to know. you’d figure out sooner or later.

it was just starting to get dark, the sun slowly dipping behind the trees, illuminating the pretty autumn leaves still clinging onto the branches for dear life. you watched the trees whipping past in boredom, stifling a yawn as you looked over at frank.

he hadn’t shaved in a few days, leaving his cheeks and jaw a little scruffy. his head was leaned against his fist, elbow up on the car door as he drove with the other hand, the sleeves of his sweater pulled up to his elbows. you took a moment to admire him; he always looked good, even when he showed up at 3am, beaten and bloody and needing to be patched up.

“didn’t your mama ever tell you staring was rude?” he teased, glancing at you as you shrank back in your seat shyly.

“you stare at me all the time!” you squawked in protest, reaching over to smack his arm playfully.

he laughed, rolling his eyes as he rested his hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing just above your knee affectionately. “it’s not rude when i do it.”

“bullshit.” you sassed as you subconsciously shifted your body towards him, letting him slide his hand a little further between your legs.

“you ready to stop for the night?” he asked, squeezing your thigh as you nodded, hips aching from sitting for hours.

“is there a motel nearby?”

“nah, i figured we’d just pull off into the woods and park for the night,” he answered, slowing down as he looked for a good place to pull off.

“you're serious?” you deadpanned, not expecting him to be.

“yeah, why not?” he chuckled, pulling off of the road and onto a smaller dirt trail, following it further into the woods. “we have blankets and pillows in the back, i’ll just put the seats down and we can get some sleep and keep driving in the morning.”

“what if i have to pee?”

“you’ll just have to be an adult and pee in the woods.”

you whined dramatically as he parked in a little clearing, unbuckling and getting out with him. he opened the back door, leaning in to lay the back seats down as you moved all your things to the two front seats. you helped him spread out the blankets and the two pillows before digging through your bag for a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top; sleeping in the same bed with frank always ends up with you practically sweating to death.

you settled into the little makeshift bed as he shut off the car and locked the doors, shuffling into the back with you. you immediately cuddled up to him, shivering as the cold air seeped into the car.

“cold?” he chuckled, rubbing your bare arm as you nodded. “maybe you should put some more clothes on.”

you snorted, resting your leg across his waist as he held your thigh. “and sweat to death because you're in here? i’ll warm up soon enough.”

he scoffed, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head up to press a few sweet kisses to your lips.

“you have too much sass.” he mumbled, each kiss a little longer than the last.

you sighed contentedly, your hand coming up to rest on his jaw as you lazily made-out with him, heart fluttering at the rare quiet moment alone with him.

“gonna get me riled up, we’re s’posed to be sleeping.” he teased, thumb stroking your cheek before drifting down to rest against your neck.

“you started it.” you sassed, your own hand trailing up his arm to rest against his.

he didn’t respond, just kissed you a little harder, tongue darting out to trace along your bottom lip. you whined softly, the kiss not breaking as frank shifted, getting up on his knees to straddle you. he leaned over your slowly overheating body, his free hand teasing along the elastic of your sleep short, giving your side a warning pinch as you bucked your hips needily.

he tugged on the little bow, untying the strings before dipping his hand past the thin material, fingers gently tracing around your clit. his hand dipped just a little further, spreading around the arousal that had gathered between your thighs, dragging it back up to circle your clit lightly a few times.

you whined softly as his hand tightened around your neck, digging your fingernails into his sides as he barely dipped his fingers past your entrance before pulling away.

“frank-”

“shut up.” he growled, moving his hand up to grab your jaw as he forced you to look at him. “here's what’s gonna happen, you’re gonna do what i say and you better listen carefully. you have three minutes to get out of this car and run.”

your heart sped up drastically. is he doing what you think he’s doing?

“what-”

“three minutes to get ahead of me and not let me find you. after those three minutes are up, i’m gonna track you down and if i find you, i’m gonna pin you down on the ground and fuck you until you pass out. nod if you understand.”

you nodded quickly, chest heaving nervously as climbed off of you, hand still on your jaw.

“say yes sir.”

“yes sir,” you responded immediately, already dizzy with excitement.

“what’s our safe word?”

“red.”

“its 9:37. your three minutes starts now.”

“but-”

“time is already ticking, doll, i wouldn’t waste it.”

you quickly crawled over and shoved open the trunk door, nearly falling on your face as you climbed out shakily. you abandoned the idea of grabbing your shoes, taking off down the trail that led further into the woods. you ran until your lungs burned, ducking under a low branch before taking a sharp left off of the trail and into the woods. your feet were surely getting scraped up and you’d regret diving into the woods tomorrow, but right now all you could think of was to get as far away as you could. you tore through the woods, panting and heaving, your legs begging you to take a break as you sprinted. low branches and twigs smacked you in the face and left little cuts on your skin as you ran, finally deciding to take a break as you stumbled over a fallen branch.

you leaned up against a tree, struggling to catch your breath. your whole body ached, your feet worst of all as you hunched over, sucking in a few more deep breaths before continuing your trek at a much slower pace. you checked your watch, the bright LED numbers showing 9:39. you still had one minute before he’d start hunting you down.

there had to be a place to hide; a fallen tree, a hollow log- hell, you’d take a big enough hole in the ground. it was eerily quiet around you, save for a few owls and insects making the occasional noise. you heard a twig snap and you whipped around, heart racing as whatever made the noise scurried away.

you had finally caught your breath, turning and almost crashing into a large tree. you yelped in surprise, stumbling back on shaky, tired legs before laughing at yourself.

“jesus christ,” you muttered, taking a deep breath as you made your way further into the woods.

it was getting darker, the waning moon not giving much light as you tried to be careful of where you were stepping. you shivered at the cool breeze, rubbing your arms in a weak attempt to warm yourself up. the hair on the back of your neck stood up as you felt someone watching you, fighting the urge to turn and look.

your heart pounded in your chest and you could hear the rush of blood in your ears, taking over all your senses. you checked your watch again, picking up your pace as it showed 9:41. you knew it wouldn’t take frank long to find you, your footprints we’re probably the most obvious thing on the ground. you wondered if he’d give you a chance to fight or pin you down the second he got his hands on you.

a scream tore it’s way out of you as you caught sight of frank, your body reacting before your mind could register what was happening. you ran as hard as you could, holding your hands up in front of your face to block the leaves and branches, letting out a hard grunt as you felt frank tackle you to the ground.

his hand cupped the back of your head, tucking it against his chest as you both fell to the ground, frank twisting his body to land on his back with you on top, grunting upon impact. you both rolled a few yards away, coming to a stop with frank on top of you.

he wasted no time, hands grabbing your wrists and fumbling in his pockets before tugging out a short rope. you kicked and fought against him as he tied your hands together, pinning your hips against the ground with one leg.

“i thought you’d put up more of a fight, doll.” he chuckled breathlessly, rough hand grabbing your jaw as he leaned down to kiss you hard.

you whined against his mouth, teeth finding his lip and biting hard enough to draw blood. he groaned, pulling back just far enough for you to shove your whole weight against him, knocking him to the ground. you scrambled to your feet, barely managing to avoid frank’s hand as he reached to grab your ankle, taking off again in a poor effort to escape.

your hands were still tied, legs tired and hurting as you nearly tripped over a thin dead tree, quickly regaining your balance. you glanced behind you, slowing to a stop as you noticed frank wasn’t following. your chest heaved, spinning in a slow circle as you squinted, trying to see through the trees and the darkness.

a hand covered your mouth to muffle your scream, pushing against the back of your knee to make you buckle and fall to the ground. frank pressed you against the ground, hand still covering your mouth as you whimpered in fear. he hushed you softly as you heard the distinct sound of a knife being unholstered, eyes widening as he brought it up in front of your face, the dull moonlight glinting off of the metal.

“just relax, okay?” you could hear the smirk in his voice, squirming as he trailed the tip of the sharpened knife down your tank top. “just relax and i won’t hurt you.”

you squeaked as he slid the knife under your shirt, slicing it clean in half in one yank. he chuckled darkly, moving to do the same to the thin straps before dragging the tip of the knife down your stomach. you whined softly, trying to steady your breathing as he hooked his free hand under your knee, pushing it up to shove the knife under the pant leg of your shorts. he slowly cut the fabric, dragging it all the way up to your hip before doing the same to the other side. you shivered as he tossed the ruined fabric away, head leaning back against the ground as you felt him drag his tongue up your damp skin.

“fuck, fear looks so good on you, baby.” he practically purred, chuckling at your squeak as he lightly dug the tip of the knife into your side. “i want you to beg.”

“beg?” you whined, inching away from the weapon in his hand.

“ah ah ah,” he tutted, pinning you down with his other hand as he added a little more pressure, just barely enough to puncture the first layer of skin. “beg for me to not fuck you.”

you whimpered, tied hands tugging at his shirt as you tried to make sense of everything in your foggy mind.

“i-i don’t-”

“don’t make me say it again,” he growled, hand flying up to grab you by the neck. “you know i don’t like to repeat myself.”

“o-okay, okay, fuck, ‘m sorry.” you panted, writhing underneath him as he traced the knife over your skin. “please, just let me go, i-i won’t tell anyone, please.”

frank chuckled deep in his chest, slicing your bra up the middle in one jerky movement, shoving the cups off of you along with your shirt. he reached out to stick the knife into the dirt, dipping his head to lick between your breasts.

“frank, please-”

“keep begging.” he quipped, placing a well-aimed slap to your thigh as you yelped.

“i don’t want this, please sir, i-i can’t.” you whimpered, hands tugging at his hair as he licked over your nipple, sucking it into his mouth as his hand cupped your other breast.

you moaned shakily as he flicked his tongue over the bud, thumb and forefinger pinching and gently tugging on the other before switching sides. he gently squeezed your breast, allowing you to arch into his mouth as he pressed his hips against yours. frank’s cock was straining against his jeans, aching for a little relief as he ground himself against your cunt. his moans vibrated against your skin, trailing slow, wet kisses down your stomach.

“please, i really can’t do this, just let me go.” you whimpered shakily, shivering at the cold air as he settled between your legs.

“you’re gonna take what i give and you’re not gonna complain, understand?” he growled against your skin, shoving your legs open and up against your chest.

you nodded quickly, an embarrassed whine escaping you as he spread you open, exposing your dripping cunt to the cold air. your toes curled in anticipation as he trailed his nose along the inside of your thigh, your hands tugging harder on his hair. he spanked your thigh before snaking his arm around your leg to spread your lips open. you squealed as he dragged the flat of his tongue up your exposed cunt, groaning against you as his tongue flicked against your clit. you squirmed, panting as he gently pulled the hood of your clit back to spit on it crudely, chuckling as your thighs jumped. he buried his face between your legs, sucking and licking at your clit like a man starved. you tried to hold back your moans, back arching and thighs squeezing his head as you writhed and squirmed under him.

“stop fucking moving.” he growled, his hand coming up to lay a light slap against your cheek.

“‘m sorry.” you panted, tugging against the ropes as frank pinned your legs open.

he grunted against you, fingertips digging into your skin as he devoured you, your whines getting louder and louder the more your orgasm built up. you felt yourself teetering along the edge, just starting to tip over before frank pulled away. the noise of distraught that left you would’ve been embarrassing if you weren’t in a submissive state of mind, but right now all you could think of was the feeling of your impending orgasm fading away as frank stood. he grabbed the rope tying your hands together, tugging you up onto your knees as you panted. his belt clinked as he quickly unbuckled and tugged it off, wrapping it around your neck and buckling it snug against your skin like a collar. frank shoved his jeans down just enough to free his aching cock, letting out a relieved groan.

“look at you,” he purred darkly, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt your head up. “so fucking out of it already, huh? all you can think of is getting my cock in you, yeah?”

you nodded, almost in a trance as you felt your body go slack, drifting into that mindset frank so easily guided you into. he knew exactly how to get you how he wanted, sweet and pliant, willing to do whatever he asked at the drop of a hat. he pressed his thumb into your mouth, applying a little pressure to your tongue as you instinctively sucked on it. frank chuckled softly, cock twitching as he watched your eyes glaze over in real time.

“there you are, attagirl.” he cooed, straightening back up as he tugged his thumb from your mouth.

frank landed a light slap to your cheek as you whined and chased after his thumb, tugging you a little closer by the belt. “be good.”

you huffed softly, mouth falling open as he smeared the little bead of precum across your lips, groaning as your tongue darted out to taste him. he tilted your head up, easing his cock past your lips with a shuddering groan. you let your eyes flutter closed, jaw relaxing as he lazily thrust into your mouth, sinking a few centimeters deeper each time. he completely took over your senses, surrounding you in his moans and the scent of sweat and gunpowder, an oddly calming combination you had grown accustomed to long ago.

“jesus, you feel so good,” he grunted, hips jerking as the flat of your tongue rubbed against the vein running along the underside of his cock, “shit, this is what you were made for, huh? should keep you like this all the time, on your knees, mouth full of cock. i like you like this, all nice and quiet.”

your moans vibrated against him, blinking your teary eyes open to stare up at him as you choked, taking a gasping breath as he pulled out. “fuck, i gotta be in you.”

you yelped as he shoved you back against the ground, forcing himself between your legs. your hands gripped the front of his shirt as he pushed his jeans down a little further, rutting against you roughly. your hips jerked each time the head of his cock nudged your swollen clit, drawing a squeaking whine from your throat. he shoved his hand down to grip your ass, pulling your hips up as he sank into you with one thrust, his other arm circling around your back to press you flush against his warm chest.

“fuck!” you gasped, head thrown back against the ground as he set a hard but slow pace, drawing almost all the way out before slamming back in.

frank’s breathy chuckle vibrated pleasantly against your chest, quickly reaching to yank the rope loose and toss it aside. you immediately clung to him, hands clawing at his back as he filled you so full your head spun. you could barely focus, eyes rolling back as he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing in quick circles as he angled his hips to rub up against your gspot.

“goin’ dumb on me already?” he panted, chuckling as you nodded weakly in response.

“god, please-” you gasped out, back arching as the coil in your belly tightened at record speed, thighs clamping around his waist.

“i know, baby, just cum, ‘s okay.” he grunted, forehead falling to rest against your shoulder as he picked up the pace, hips slamming against yours with enough force to leave bruises.

“frank!” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut so tight you saw fireworks.

the pressure on your clit increased as your orgasm ripped through you, mind-numbing pleasure making your spine tingle and your head fuzzy. you threw your head back, the dull pain of the smack against the ground quickly overridden by the pleasure pulsing through your veins.

“g-god-!” you barely managed to gasp out, breath caught in your throat as frank kept up the pace.

your hips jerked as tears sprung to your eyes, the continuous pleasure quickly becoming overwhelming as it took over every aspect of your body. you felt frank’s fingertips dig into the meat of your thighs, forcing your legs open further as he deepened his strokes. your cries of pleasure echoed around the woods, ringing in frank’s ears like a church choir as he buried his face in your neck, determined to leave hickeys and love bites that’ll last weeks.

“cmon baby, be good and cum for me, i know you can cum again.” he spoke gruffly, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

you clawed at his clothed back as you practically sobbed, the skin on your thighs rubbed raw from the rough denim of his jeans. the burn of the friction mixed deliciously with the pleasure, sending you spiraling further into your own world, nothing but frank frank frank dominating what little brain power you had left. you barely registered that another orgasm had hit you until you heard frank grunting out pretty little praises that made your cheeks burn and your toes curl.

you blinked away the bleariness in your eyes as frank’s hand settled around your throat, applying just enough pressure to ground you back to reality.

“stay with me, baby, ‘m not done yet.” he panted, pressing his forehead against yours as his pace faltered.

“frank, god, please, want- fuck, want you to cum in me!” you gasped out, hands frantically dragging the back of his shirt up to dig your nails into his taut muscles, leaving deep crescent shaped indents in the skin.

frank growled, one thick arm wrapping around your body and pulling you against him tight, rutting into you desperately, bordering on animalistic. his other hand squeezed the sides of your neck, the restricted blood flow making your head swim pleasantly.

he moaned deep in his chest, his orgasm hitting him before he could slow down, his thrusts jerky and uncontrolled as he filled you to the brim. you shuddered as one last orgasm flowed through you, your walls clenching around frank and milking him for all he’s worth.

you panted heavily, head falling back to rest against the ground as your body relaxed. your eyes fluttered open, whining softly as you felt frank gently use his grip on your jaw to shake your head before giving your flushed cheek a few taps.

“cmon, come back to me honey.” he cooed softly, chuckling as you gurgled weakly in response.

“frank,” you whined shakily, thighs jerking as he shifted.

“its okay baby, i know that was a lot, you don't need to say anything.” he whispered, thumb gently stroking your cheek as he wiped away the half-dried tear stains on your skin. “just let me take care of you.”

you nodded, not having the energy to argue as he carefully lifted your hips to slip himself out, hushing your pitiful little whine as he tucked himself back into his jeans. he slipped the sweater off of his back, helping you sit up and brushing any stray dirt off of your skin before tugging the sweater over your head, maneuvering your arms into the sleeves. the warm wool felt nice on your chilly skin, his musk enveloping your senses as he slipped his knife back into its holster before gathering you in his arms and lifting you off of the ground. you wrapped your arms and legs around him, head resting against his shoulder as he carried you through the woods and back to the car.

the walk was pleasantly silent. you blinked sleepily, struggling to stay awake as you traced random little shapes against frank’s back. the trunk of the SUV was open and he carefully laid you down inside on the soft blanket, shimmying out of his jeans before crawling in after you. he tugged the trunk closed, quickly reaching to lock the doors before gathering you in his arms.

you gladly snuggled into his side, eyes falling closed as he tucked the plush blanket around you, pressing a few gentle kisses to your head.

“you did so good, baby.” he whispered, fingertips running lightly up and down your spine. “just get some sleep, we’ll get cleaned up in the morning.”

you hummed sleepily in response, already on the verge of drifting to sleep.

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devil’s lettuce

a matt murdock x reader fanfiction

description: you and matt smoke some weed together, and then have sex. that’s it, that’s the tweet. 

word count: 5.4k 

warnings: recreational drug use (weed/marijuana), smoking is a big portion of this fic so do not read if that makes you uncomfortable, shotgunning, slow sex, face sitting, oral (fem receiving), handjobs, p in v, needy matt, this is so self indulgent i’m so sorry 

a/n: HI HI so sorry this took me so long to get up! college is eating my ass and not in the sexy way rn LMAO. BUT ALAS!! this fic is inspired by @clints-lucky-arrow ‘s beautiful peter parker high sex fic, be sure to check theirs out!! big thank you to my beautiful besties @galaxysgal and @buckys-plums08​ for betaing, i love you so much! enjoy this whores, more matt content currently in the works ;) - shannon <3 

“Shall we?” 

You asked as you approached Matt, joint and lighter in hand. You knew you didn’t need to tell him what you were asking, a perk of having a boyfriend with heightened senses. He could smell that lemony, and slightly skunk-y scented herb, the one you’d both come to love. He’d even bought you the rolling paper you had the grounds in, white tissue adorned with red devil horns. 

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