#frank castle x on the sea

[frankcastlescumslut]

On The Sea - Chapter One: Miss Honey

Frank’s arms angle behind him, supporting himself on his palms, unable to stop the way his head falls against his shoulder as he watches you bring the children small, yet irreplaceable moments of joy. He can’t help but indulge in the thought of you doing the same for your own child one day, hoping he is there to experience those moments with you. You would make an excellent mother- he is absolutely sure- but you were the sea, and he was content if all you gave him were tide pools. 

Summary: We sneak a peek into the relationship dynamics of our sweet librarian, Miss Honey, and avid reader, Frank Castle.

Warnings: FLUFF! established relationship with mutual pining and unspoken desires

A/N: AHHHH. Welcome to the most chaotic, fluffiest, sluttiest, anxiety inducing, gut wrenching series you'll probably ever read. This is my first ever series, so I'm formally apologizing NOW. I'll be updating weekly at a minimum. I HOPE YOU ENJOY. THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ. <3

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Fuck. 

Fuck!

Markers, glue sticks, googly eyes, and a few pairs of scissors clatter against themselves in the cardboard box as you frantically search for the missing materials. The round table is suddenly littered with supplies as you flip the box upside down, covering the smooth surface with mediums rolling to the ground in your pursuit of something you wouldn’t find. Shit! 

Your hands touch everything laid out in front of you. Markers, check. Glue sticks, check. Come on… googly eyes, scissors… damn it! You curse under your breath, mindful of the few people dispersed throughout the building, as you attempt to control the panic bubbling in your chest. It was only ten in the morning and the kids wouldn’t be here for almost two hours, but everything had to be perfect. You couldn’t disappoint them, especially on art day. 

The carpet shuffles beneath your feet as you pace in the designated children’s area, eventually landing in front of your spot at the front desk. It was still the morning which meant that your last resort could possibly work, but you had no choice. You had to try.

The phone burned hot against your ear for what felt like an eternity. 

“Sweetheart?” his voice was heavy with sleep and you could practically picture the way his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Hi. I’m sorry to wake you, but-”  “Is everything okay? Did something happen?” you knew he was sitting up now, conscious but not exactly alert. “Well, actually-” “Are you hurt? Where are you?” There he was. there was your Punisher. “Frank, calm down. I’m at work.” You were matter-of-fact, easing his nerves. “I just have a big favor to ask.” Your lip found its place between your teeth. You’re not really sure why you’re nervous about asking for help. You knew Frank would kill for you, literally, but it was still a habit you were trying to form.  “Course, yeah, anything. What’s up, baby?” he relaxed as he flopped against the bed, you guessed.

“I left some stuff at the house. I think, on the kitchen counter? Could you possibly drop it off? It’s really important, it’s-”

“Art day.” he finished your sentence with a smile and you sighed in relief at his understanding.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Just tell me what I’m lookin’ for.” “Popsicle sticks and those felt things I started cutting, you remember? On the-”

“Coffee table, yep,” he grunted. “I got it. Y’need anything else?” a smile spreads across your face, mirroring his from miles away. 

“No, I think that’s it. Thank you, I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Don’t be. Ain’t complainin’ bout any extra time I get to spend with my girl.” The butterflies nearly break your ribs as they try to escape.

“I love you. Wear something cute for me, okay?” you tease, the butterflies flutter in your chest as he laughs in return.

“I love you too. I’ll do my best. See you soon, okay? Be safe.”

“I don’t think I can really hurt myself at a public library, but I’ll do my best.” You laugh. “I’ll see you soon.” It’s quiet as the line goes dead. 

A sigh leaves your lips as you find the mess you made during your previous panic, the scent of honey and vanilla swirling around you suddenly as tendrils of hair obey gravity; everything was upside down as you collected the art supplies that litter the alphabet carpet. You grunt as you push yourself up, smoothing the skirt of your dress with a huff. I’m getting too damn old for this.  

People hurry past your magical corner of the library. Dyed coffee filter flowers, vines made of crumpled kraft paper, and clothes pin butterflies adorn the mural of the kid’s section. A green dragon breathed fire in your direction and the painted knight looked small against it, but the princess in the castle cheered nonetheless. You can’t help but smile at the innocence of it all, the simpleness, and quickly push away the memories that threaten to override your moment of gratitude. If only you could have defeated your own green dragon. 

You must have been standing there for a while. The familiar chime of the bell echoed throughout the building, pulling you from the self-loathing monologue that threatened your subconscious; you thank the bells for their generosity. Your heart practically grew ten times at the sight before you.

He somehow managed to look comically small, the large box nearly hiding his sturdy frame. His chin rests against the bin adorned with your initials on them and his finger hooked two lunch boxes.

“Scuse me, ma’am. Am I in the right place?” His grin is heart stopping. 

“I don’t know, depends on what you’re lookin’ for,” you manage to smirk as you take the box from him, hoping you can make it to the round table. Your attempt does not last long.

“‘M lookin’ for a pretty lady that would be interested in having lunch with me. Know anyone?” he takes the box from you and stretches his finger out. 

“Hm. I could think of someone.” You smile at his playfulness before taking the lunches, not realizing you forgot yours at home. 

Reality blurs for a moment and you’re suddenly facing the dragon head on. What is wrong with me? Your forgetfulness, borderline recklessness, catches you off guard- this isn’t like you. What is going on? A line forms between your brows as you stare at the lunches, worry beginning to seep, as you can’t explain your dishevelment. What am I missing? 

A large hand meets yours as you begin to open the lunchboxes, pulling you from your thoughts, unaware that you were supposed to answer a question you didn’t hear.

“Huh?” your brows furrow deeper as you meet his eyes. 

“I asked if you were ready for your trip this weekend. You okay, sweetheart?” his look turns from quizzical to concerned. 

“Oh! Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m excited.” There’s your answer. 

“Yeah,” you nod quickly. “Just forgot about it, actually.” The laugh is insincere, and you both know it. 

Moments of comfortable silence are not rare for you and Frank. Quite the opposite, actually. It was safe to be with him- safe to be with him in silence. There was no need to prove yourself worthy of his love. No need to contort your body to gain his affection, no need to betray yourself and need to win his heart. He just gave it to you- freely, openly, and honestly. Every day. Which is why your heart broke in return; you couldn’t do the same. You weren’t doing the same. 

“Spaghettios? You’re not even gonna warm them up?” Your laugh fills the room as you watch Frank shovel spoonfuls of the soup into his mouth. 

“What? A man’s gotta eat!” he flashes a tomato stained grin and you can’t help but roll your eyes in return. 

“Alright mister man, come help me when you’re done.” the remnants of your sandwich disappear in your mouth as you head to the art table.

The box rattles as you lay everything out, careful to keep the child appropriate scissors in a separate container. Yellow and black felt paper line up in a stack next to the tubes of glue, markers, and you exhale with relief at the popsicle sticks. 

“Where do you need me?” a kiss to your cheek makes you blush, and you quickly turn your head to catch his lips. 

“Lot’s of places,” you smirk, slightly pressing into his hips, his hands grasping at your waist ever so slightly with a huff of shock.

“But right now,” you scan the room. “Can you put the chairs out? Please?” His kiss is gentle as you fully turn yourself towards him, arms draping over his shoulders. 

“Anything for you.” A quick slap to your ass produces a squeaky laugh.

It’s quiet as you both arrange the children’s center. Comfortable. 

Everything looked picture perfect; felt paper angled at a perfect ninety-degree angle, markers were color coordinated, the glue sticks stood straight up, popsicle sticks were- now sloping to one side as Frank’s hip purposely bumped against yours, practically knocking you over. He couldn’t help but laugh at the ranging emotions on your face. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn’t help myself.” His palms face you as he holds his hands out for protection against the scissors. You waved them in his direction with a mischievous grin. You inch towards him and can’t help but smile. It feels familiar, like the good old days. 

The good old days when the only thing that stood between you and death was a kevlar vest shielding your body and a gun heavy in your hand, sweat and blood coating your skin. The good old days where your mind begged for sleep, but your body swung, kicked, and punched itself through countless armed threats. The good old days when you spent countless hours coordinating and brainstorming with Madani in search of the man that now stood in front of you, arms playfully raised in surrender. The good old days when you would walk through the door of your apartment and into the arms of a man that hasn’t breathed in nearly three years. Embers glow down the throat of the green dragon.

“Salutations!” “Salutations, Miss Honey!”

“Hi Miss-Salutations, Miss Honey!”

A roar of greetings flooded into the magical room, and the dragon shrank. Pairs of tiny arms wrapped around your legs and you gained consciousness, swiftly placing the metal of the scissors to your palm and crouching to embrace the swarm of children. Frank’s eyes met yours and your cheeks burned. 

He is no stranger to your place of work; that’s where you first met, anyway. Over the past ten months, you ate your lunch alone maybe nine times, and he loved listening to all the stories you created about the regulars. 

“I think she probably needed to feel something, otherwise you would never willingly read A Little Life. Oh, and them? I bet they’re in high school. Probably cussing out their teacher for making them read Animal Farm, but they’ll get over it. And him? God. Stay away from him.” His inquisitive look spurred you on. “Nobody in their right minds reads Bukowski.” 

He especially enjoyed watching life flicker in your eyes and the smile that caused your eyes to crinkle when you told him about the kids. You were infectious- vibrant. It was as if you had found a secret treasure and were so eager to tell someone, anyone, about it. 

“Oh my God, James? Literally stuck a bead up his nose. I almost had a panic attack. And Dasia? She kills me. Always says something about me needing to get my toes done.” You both laugh at that. “Angelina talks a lot, but she’s funny, so I can deal with it. But she has to sit next to her sister, Beatrice, or they’ll just cry.” You say matter-of-factly. “George is a know it all, and I have no problem saying that. Him and Jacobi can’t sit next to each other or they’ll just talk about something on YouTube or something like that, I don’t know. You wouldn’t last a day here.” He doesn’t disagree with you. He could barely use his own phone and keep up with his own pressing matters, let alone the critical needs of six small children.

But it was different, now- being able to see you in your element, swarmed by the tiny humans- it pulled on some of his heartstrings that haven’t stretched in years.

 You were nervous to introduce him to a new aspect of your life, or something important to you, for that matter, but you trusted him. You wanted him in your life as much as he wanted you in his- you just couldn’t seem to verbalize it. It didn’t matter, though, because he knew. The comfortable silence you often shared spoke volumes.

Besides, the way he was looking at you right now said more than the words that could leave his lips, and you relaxed, knowing you made the right decision to invite him into your magical world. If only it were this easy with other things. 

“Salutations, my friends!” the air huffs out of your lungs as you hit the ground with a thud.

The laughter was thunderous and infectious, and Frank couldn’t help the way he joined in. Now you were actually swarmed. Little bodies threw themselves at you like you hadn’t just seen them the day before. 

“Okay, okay! Hi everyone, are we excited for art day?” You crane your neck above the small heads that crowd you, finding Frank’s amused grin, sure to be reprimanded at the volume of cheers that erupted. 

“Alright, alright! I’m excited, too! Now let’s find our seats, okay?” You’re able to take a full breath of air as the children run to find a seat around the table. They were so preoccupied with greeting you they completely overlooked the towering man.

“Salutations, huh?” his brow raised in amusement as he offered his hands to you.

“We just finished up Charlotte’s Web.” you exhale with a smile, pulling yourself to your feet with ease. 

“Uh, Miss Honey? Who is that?” a small voice asked suspiciously, six pairs of eyes following to find you standing against Frank, his arm around your waist. 

“Friends, this is-” you aren’t sure which name to use. 

“Frank.” he smiles towards the expectant faces. 

“This is Frank. Can everyone say hello to Mr. Frank?” your cheeks warm. 

A chorus of “Salutations, Mr. Frank!” echoed throughout the room. 

Bile rose from the depths of your stomach and rested in your throat where your guilt swirled and threatened to spill out. Was it guilt? Jealousy? Rage? How was he able to use his name so freely, openly, honestly, but you weren’t?

You chose the moniker, so get over it. You swallow the emotions. 

“Miss Honey,” the name stings. “What are we making today?”

You woke up again.

“I am so glad you asked!” you clap your hands, nearing the table of squirming elementary school aged kids. Frank stays put, admiring the way you fully immerse yourself into your responsibilities, not missing the way you seem to slip in and out of consciousness even though you are right there, holding up a felt bumblebee.

He watches the minutes pass by like they’re projected from a film reel onto a screen. A small girl, Beatrice?, tugs on your dress, accidentally smearing the purple glue into the fabric, as she presses the bumblebee to your cheek as a kiss. The stain agitates him for some reason, but he softens at the way you pay no mind to it. Your smile is genuine as the kids proudly raise their crafts, a cacophony of “buzz” flooding around you- Frank knows that. And yet, even through the infectious energy, he can’t help but wonder why your eyes remain sad.

Tiny fingers gripping the sleeve of his jacket pull him from his thoughts. 

“Hi, Mr. Frank. Can you help me tie my shoe? My hands are too sticky.” the little boy with glasses, James?, waited for an answer. 

“Sure thing, bud.” He still towered over the boy, even though he was bent in half, tying the laces with perfect knots.

“Um, Mr. Frank?” he looks like Frank Jr. a little- must be the nose.

“What’s up?” it’s heart wrenching and comforting at the same time, if that’s even possible.

“Are you and Miss Honey married or something?” 

Frank’s heart pounds in his chest, and you swear you could hear it from across the room. You must have, otherwise, how would you have known to angle yourself towards him, desperate to hear how he was going to handle this complex question? 

“Not yet.” the blood rushed to your cheeks, feeling that you just intruded upon a forbidden secret. Frank notices the way your body tenses at the answer and catches your surprised glance, feeling a bit smug as he watches the blush creep to your ears as you attempt to hide a smile. 

James suffices with the answer and shrugs before making his way back to his friends, and Frank can only chuckle at the simplicity of it all. 

He meant it when he said he intended on marrying you, but he had to be careful. You were like the sea- powerful, constant, and irrepressible. He admired that about you- the way you were so headstrong and confident in yourself and your decisions. You're calculated, yet soft at the same time. You feel things deeply, never making a decision based on logic alone- your heart had the final say in everything. Which is why he knew he had to approach the subject of something as delicate as marriage very carefully; he didn't want to trap you, stifle you. He wanted you to ebb and flow around his ankles as he waded in your waters, content with however much you would give him. Any part of you was better than none of you, and he would be content if it only left him with waterlogged fingers and toes.

“Okay friends, let’s grab our bumblebees and find our spot on the carpet!” The children quickly obeyed and chose a place to sit, not without minor bickering and sticking fingers up their noses. 

“You don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to.” You gently whispered into his direction, shocked as you were able to startle the ex-Marine. 

He blinked rapidly as he was yanked from his fantasy.

“No, no I’ll stay. If that’s okay?” his face relaxed as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his finger lingering against your cheek for a few seconds too long.

“Sure, of course. Whatever you want. I’ll uh, I’ll be back.” you awkwardly smile to the ground, unsure of why you were suddenly so shy. But who are you kidding? You understood the look he was giving.

The ‘I love you so much, I don’t know how I got so lucky’ look. The look he gave after you met him for the first time, just a few bookshelves away. It was the look he gave you when you paid for the coffee behind you. The look he gave you when you opened the door to him holding a dozen roses for your first date, feeling significantly underdressed and undeserving, accepting them anyway. It was the look he gave you when you finally kissed him and declared your love under the streetlight in the drizzling rain, just as the leaves started to change colors. It was the look he gave you when you gifted him with a toothbrush holder for you to share as a Christmas gift. The look he gave you when you finally bore yourself to him emotionally and physically, trusting him enough to take care of you and sealing it with a kiss. The look you gave him every moment he wasn’t looking. 

“One, two three, eyes on me!” You pull yourself together with a genuine smile. 

Six pairs of eyes stared back at you with mirroring smiles, your heart growing a few sizes at the sight. A few heads turned to sneak a peek at the new man to make sure he was still there. And he was- legs spread in the chair, arms crossed, and a grin plastered to his face as he admired you from a distance.

“You guys are such great listeners,” praise only makes them smile harder. “Does anyone remember the name of the book we are reading?”

Three bumblebees shoot into the air, and you point to Jacobi.

“Matilda!” he beams. “Yes! That’s right. Can anyone remind me of what Matilda is about? I forgot!” You hit your head playfully, your shocked face producing giggles. 

You watch with a raised brow as Frank shuffles from his chair and approaches quietly before sitting with crossed legs on the carpet alongside your kids. Small heads whipped back and forth between the new addition and you, as if to silently alert you of his presence. You can’t help but smile at their innocent reactions and giggles.

“Mr. Frank? Do you know?” the crinkle of your eyes appears.

“Hm,” he fakes a concentrated face. “Is that the one with the talking pig?” 

Little hands covering their mouths stifle laughter, looking at one another in solidarity.

“No! That’s Charlotte’s Web, Mr. Frank!” George quickly corrected him. 

“Right! That’s right. Hm,” he thinks again. “Is this the one with a giant peach?”

“No! That’s James and the Giant Peach!” the young boy is not thrilled at the inaccuracy.

“Oh! This is the one about the girl with the superpowers!”

A cheer of ‘yes's' fills the small space. He catches the way life fills your eyes, and you can’t help but sigh into the smile molded to your face as you meet his brown-eyed gaze- the tender moment interrupted by your waiting audience. 

“What happens next, Miss Honey?” 

“We get to meet someone new today!” 

“Like Mr. Frank!” you weren’t sure if it was a question or exclamation, but you smiled, nonetheless.

“Who knows? We’ll have to wait and see.” You open the book and begin to read, holding it out enough for the pictures to be visible to everyone. 

“Their teacher was called Miss Honey, and she could not have been-”

“Hey!”

“Wait, what?!”

“Miss Honey!?” 

“Hey! Hey, you’re Miss Honey!” 

You laugh as your plan unfolds perfectly. 

“Is this book about you?” one of them manages to ask. “No, this book is not about me. Thank goodness, huh?” your smile is infectious, the plump of your cheeks nearly blinding you.

Frank’s arms angle behind him, supporting himself on his palms, unable to stop the way his head falls against his shoulder as he watches you bring the children small, yet irreplaceable moments of joy. He can’t help but indulge in the thought of you doing the same for your own child one day, hoping he is there to experience those moments with you. You would make an excellent mother- he is absolutely sure- but you were the sea, and he was content if all you gave him were tide pools. 

chapter two

A/N: AHHHHHH. I LOVE DOMESTIC FLUFF. God I'm gonna puke!!!!!! I'm so excited and hope you guys like it so far!!!!!! Any theories on what the green dragon means?? :-))) Thank you for taking the time to read- feedback and comments are welcome!!!!!!

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[kasdan]

just a quick update for everyone! I am still in the process of working on the new chapter however there will be a small setback because I am currently on a cruise ship for a WEEK with shitty wifi and am not able to do much 😍 I promise I will get the chapter out as soon as I can ily all<33

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[farfromstrange]

Now That We Don't Talk | Frank Castle x F!Reader

BONUS FIC

See this post for more information on my Valentine's Day Special & Follower Celebration, but these fics can be read separately!

Read Is It Over Now? for better clarity.

Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Reader (past Matt Murdock x F!Reader)

Summary: You go home with the guy from the bar, and he makes you forget about your ex.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), oral f!receiving, use of "attagirl", slight Dom!Frank, song references, unprotected p in v, dirty talk

Word Count: 2.9k

A/n: You wanted a part 2, so you're getting a part 2! Anyway, I don't write Frank often, so I hope it isn't too bad. It's also not as spicy as you probably expected, but I wanted this to fit the vibe of the previous fic (link above). You don't need to have read it to understand this, but it is highly recommended because some references might confuse you. Thank you all for taking part in this event!

You believed that your life had ended when you lost him. He painted your world in the brightest colors, but by breaking your heart, he took them away. All that was left to see was a boring shade of gray in a sea of sadness. 

Matt told you from the start that being with him wouldn’t be easy. You were willing to try. He needed someone, and you wanted to be that someone to him. You accepted him unconditionally. 

In the end, giving everything wasn’t enough. He chose her over you, and the castle you two had built came crashing down on you while he stood idly by. 

You’re not a bitter person, you have never been, but he made you fall for him; he made you believe that there was hope for the future and that you would grow old together. He stole years of your life in which you were trying to save him from himself. In return, he took the best care of you, but that doesn’t matter much now that he has taken your heart and shattered it like a glass of red wine on a white cloth. 

When you left him, you thought the distance would kill you. You truly believed that this was the end of everything, not just your relationship with the man you thought was the one but yourself as well. “This isn’t what it looks like!” he said the day you found out the ugly truth.

“I trusted you,” you remember saying. You couldn’t even cry. The pain burned brighter than the sun, and it dried your eyes before they could even shed a tear.  

He argued with you that, “It was just a kiss,” but you not once believed him. 

“Are you sure about that? ‘Cause if I ask Elektra, I’m sure she will tell me the truth.”

“No.”

It was at that moment you lost all of your trust in him—in what could have been or should have been the two of you, forever—and it was also the moment that Matt realized he had lost you. 

You believed that he took everything you ever were that day because your life revolved around him, and only him. 

You remember him opening his mouth, having the audacity to apologize. “I’m sorry,” he said, begging you not to leave. 

“Fuck you!” you had never sworn at him until that day.

You still remember the way the necklace with his initial felt when you tore it off your neck and tossed it at his feet. He knew you better than anyone, and you felt like you finally belonged somewhere. That necklace was a symbol of your undying love, or so you thought, anyway. Now you know that he may have known you to some extent, but you didn’t matter enough for him not to climb into bed with his ex-girlfriend.

You couldn’t even look at the necklace. He told you, “This is a piece of my heart,” when he gave it to you on a snowy Christmas Day three years ago. You cherished it the same way you cherished his soul. He was broken, but he was your broken man. He was everything to you. 

Matt Murdock was your moon, your son, and your entire universe. It all seemed far away that you could ever feel about anyone this way again. 

You saw a future with him. Married, a house in the suburbs, and working with Foggy and Karen in their new law office after everything they’ve been through. You were a hopeful person back then.

Karen told you that he went to a party a couple of weeks after you separated. He didn’t look like himself. You wonder if he felt anxious, knowing his only source of comfort was no longer there. You wouldn’t know until you asked him, but you refused to answer his calls.

Part of you felt euphoric, knowing that he was broken too, but you also felt angry because he was the reason you found your heart beyond repair as he stepped on it like a burning cigarette, and in your mind, he had no right to feel this way.

You’re a fucking traitor, Matthew Murdock! I wish we’d never met.

“Another one for the lady,” a voice says beside you. 

Your empty glass of tequila disappears and a full one slides in its place. In your drunken haze, you see a head of brown hair, and his smirk makes you wonder if there’s more to him than he lets on. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, tipping your glass to the stranger. 

“Nah, don’t thank me.” He gets up from his seat and sits down on the empty bar stool next to you. “You look miserable,” he says.

“What if I am?”

“I’d tell you I know the feeling.”

You huff but offer the stranger your hand. You introduce yourself. 

He smiles. Your name rolls off his tongue effortlessly. “Frank,” he introduces himself in return. “Castle.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say. 

You thought nothing and no one could pull you out of the dark hole your breakup tossed you into. You believed yourself dead and long beyond the point of redemption. You accepted it. You swallowed in your misery, giving up on finding a new purpose in your life because the one great thing you had was no longer yours. He fell into a grave that he dug for himself, and he dragged your relationship down with him.

Looking into Frank’s eyes now though, you no longer feel like a corpse. And you realize that you are not dead, not at all—you are very much alive. 

The door almost breaks off its hinges when Frank shoves you into his apartment and back against it. The decision to come back to his place was fueled by a lot of alcohol and the way he looked at you. You were desperate to feel something other than the hollow ache that has consumed you every day for months. His eyes told you that he may be able to give you just what you need, no strings attached.

The way he kisses you breathes new life into your mangled soul. He swallows your mouth and your needy moans with his own, and his tongue forces itself down your throat as your teeth clash in a fight for dominance. You’re both tipsy, but he seems to know just what he’s doing.

His calloused fingers burn against your skin. In the back of your mind, Matt is still so present. His hands are the ones you can’t help but compare him to. 

The way he used to kiss you before fucking you into the mattress for hours on end, switching between tasting and fingering you until you were whimpering and begging him for release might have screwed you up forever. He told you one night that he wanted to ruin you for any other man. Back then, you both still believed that you would grow old together.

It is truly ironic how fast things change when you are truly happy and believe that nothing can burst your bubble.

Frank’s large hands brace against the door on either side of your head. His lips disappear from yours. “Who is he?” he asks, his voice rough like gravel.

You meet his eyes, unsure of what to say. Your mind is everywhere but here, and yet it is right with him. Whether it is alcohol or self-loathing, you’re not sure. 

“What?” you whisper.

“You’re trynna forget someone. Who is it?”

He is a lot more perceptive than you thought.

You swallow, blood rushing to your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t–” you didn’t what? Think? You feel utterly pathetic.

Instead of throwing you out though, like you expected he would, he reaches out to caress your cheek. His eyes soften as they gaze at you. “Whoever he is, he obviously didn’t treat you right,” he says. “If you want to go, I’m not stoppin’ you, but if you wanna forget whoever is fuckin’ with your head, I’ll make damn sure you forget his name by the end of tonight.”

There is something excitingly terrifying about the look in his eyes. A shiver runs down your spine, and your thighs clench at the thought of feeling his hands somewhere other than your face. Somewhere other than your hips and thighs. His kisses knocked the air out of your lungs. You want more, you need more, but you don’t know if you can take it. Not him—even though you’re also not quite sure if you can take him—but also the offer he is presenting to you. As lucrative as it sounds, fuck, you are not over Matt. And you’re not sure if you can ever forget him.

You want to though. You have to. And you want to be thoroughly fucked into the next day and forget the name of the man that makes you so fucking angry.  

“Talk to me,” Frank coaxes your head toward him. “Do you wanna forget the useless bastard that made you feel this way?”

“Yes,” you manage a breathless whisper.

“Did he hurt you? Break your heart?”

You nod.

“You deserve better.” His grip tightens, and his hand slowly slides to your neck. “I’m not, but I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll forget his name and scream mine loud enough for this fuckin’ city to know who’s making you feel good. ‘s that what you want, hm?”

He’s dangerous, but that has never turned you off, even when it should have.

And when you finally open your mouth and tell him, “Yes, please. Make me forget,” the switch inside of him flicks completely.

He takes his time to worship between your thighs. His tongue buried in your pussy, his lips sucking on your clit without mercy. He eats you out roughly but sensually, keeping you spread wide open for him with both of his hands and a force unmatched—like a five-course meal, and he has all the time in the world for you. 

You’re lost in the throes of pleasure. You want to buck your hips against his mouth because no matter what he does, you’re on fire and you just can’t get enough, but he is so powerful that you can’t fight him. He has you at his mercy, your body in his hands, and all the control in the world over you. 

You pull at his hair, moaning helplessly as he feasts on your pussy. You’re going mad, you’re sure. He’s doing this on purpose, driving you to the edge before stopping the wave. Frank waits until your orgasm is just far enough for you to last a little longer, kissing the inside of your thighs, and then he dives right back into your wet folds. He thrusts his tongue into your hole, licks up to your clit, and then sucks on the swollen bundle until your legs are shaking in his hands. 

“Jesus, Frank!” you moan out. A trail of sweat runs from your temple down to your breasts. 

Your hands search for something to hold onto, tangling in the sheets and the pillow behind your head before pulling at the fabric. You tried pulling at his hair, but he wouldn’t let you. 

“That’s right,” he growls. “Come for me.”

Your back arches off the mattress. His name leaves your lips in a desperate shout as your orgasm crashes into you. 

“Attagirl.”

Your brain is hulled into an endless fog, but Frank doesn’t stop. 

Soon, you’re on your stomach, gripping the headboard as he pounds into you from behind. He is long and thick, and with every thrust, he forces your face deeper into the pillows. Your eyes have rolled back into your head. He hits that spongy spot inside of you whenever he pleases, and the gurgled moans from the pit of your throat spur him on to speed up, change the angle and thrust even deeper. 

He pulls out all the way, thrusting back into you with full force until he is completely sheathed in your pussy. Your heat consumes him, and he sees red. But so do you. He has reduced you to a few incoherent thoughts, babbling his name in the wake of the drool that is dripping from the corner of your mouth. 

And when you come this time, it is pulled back straight against his chest with his fingers rubbing circles over your already abused clit. You come with a scream of his name, and nothing else matters but his cum in your cunt and the unbelievable depth of the feelings he is eliciting within you. 

You drop to the mattress like a wet towel, covered in his and your cum, and your sweat that has mingled with his. His smell lingers in the sheets as you bury your nose in it. He collapses on top of you. The crushing weight of him offers a sense of comfort that almost makes you cry. And he holds you as though you mean more to him than a One-Night stand he picked up to help forget a man who broke her heart. 

“What’d he do?” Frank asks into the silence later that night.

You are lying on his bed, covered by only his thin sheets. He’s sitting on the other side, nursing a glass of Bourbon. He held you, he cleaned you up, and he offered you some clothes, which you denied. He is kinder to you than you thought he would be, and it warms your heart in a way you can only deem utterly dangerous with how vulnerable you are. Broken people make dumb decisions, and you do not ever want to go through the same pain again. 

At least you know that you are still desired. That you’re not dead. Perhaps, there is still hope for a better future. You made Matt Murdock your life for the longest time, and maybe, as you realize now, that was a mistake. There is more to life than him, and you can live without him. That it took fucking a stranger after weeks of being miserable baffles you, but some things are just meant to happen. Maybe it was destiny, after all. 

You look at him when Frank repeats his question. “What’d the bastard do, hm?” he asks.

Where do you even start? 

When you last checked in on him through your mutual friends—you know it wasn’t the best choice, but you couldn’t help it—they told you that grew his beard, and he last had a haircut when you were still together. It suits him, apparently, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at a picture of him.

Foggy told you that he isn’t taking home girls when they go to a bar, even though he could have all of them. He’s sad. He drowns himself at work and beats his fist bloody every night. The old you would have jumped up to help him. And it is true that you will probably always love him, in a way, but you refuse to crawl back to him.

The more you gave, the more he took, and at the first chance at getting a woman he claimed to no longer love when she came back into your lives, he took her. He couldn’t have wanted you as badly as he claimed if that was enough for him to flush years of loving each other and going through hell together down the drain, knowing it would break your heart into a million pieces. That is probably the worst part about all of it.

You take a deep breath. Frank is still staring at you intently, waiting for an answer. “He fucked his ex,” you finally confess. “Four years of being together and it still wasn’t enough.”

His grip tightens around his glass. “Want me to pay him a visit?”

You chuckle, but you know that he would. “No. But thank you.”

Matt was fading long before you left. Even if you did choose to forgive him, you couldn’t be his friend, so things are better the way they are now. You paid the ultimate price for sacrificing your heart to a man who had too many struggles to deal with himself.

In the silence, you find a little light. “At least I don’t have to pretend to like Jazz anymore,” you say. 

Frank takes another sip, asking, “Jazz?”

“Yeah, Jazz. He loves it. He…He’s special. Well, he was to me, anyway.”

“Special? Fuck, the guy did a number on you, huh?”

You scoff. “You have no idea.”

The only way back to your dignity is to learn how to be without him. You have to turn yourself back into a mystery and learn how to trust someone again before your fragile heart breaks again.

“You still talk?” Frank asks.

You shake your head. “No. It’s over now,” you say. “We don’t talk anymore.”

“Told ya. You deserve better.”

“Nah.” You reach for his glass, taking a sip of the bitter liquor that you used to despise. Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you stretch his leg toward him. 

You need to keep forgetting Matt’s name, no matter what it takes or the reminiscing will surely kill you.

“Right now,” you murmur with an irresistible smirk that makes him leap at you as soon as the words pass your lips, “I just need to forget he ever existed by screaming someone else’s name.” 

Frank captures your lips in a bruising kiss, leaving you speechless and breathless all the same. 

Matt chased you, he caught you, and then he lost you. And now that Frank has you, you never want to look back. 

Now that you don't talk.

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pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: is your savior really here to save you? can what is broken be mended?

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of death, blood & violence

word count: the full number of words on this one is 4,444 and I just thought that was really fucking cool

a/n: I wanna thank y'all for being patient with this slow burn. i'm excited to say things are really about to start heating up moving forward. ;) as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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“Sweetheart.”

All the raging chaos that had been wreaking havoc on every single one of your nerve endings had suddenly stopped, like the clouds had abruptly parted, sending the perilous hurricane right back into the sea right before it could reach you. As if Death had decided not to knock, but wave a white flag of surrender instead to the only mortal being it seemed to fear.

To him.

The door knob creaked slightly when it was twisted from the other side, the lock still in place providing a barrier between you and the carnage on the other side of it. A deep sigh was muffled through the wood, and your ringing ears barely caught the low volume of that familiar gruff voice.

“S’just me. Open the door for me, sweetheart.”

Frank.

Ephemeral relief shot through your bloodstream, and the shard of glass lodged into your palm was immediately released, shattering into a thousand shiny pieces in the pool of merlot that was still flowing from your hand. Salty tears blazed down your cheeks and slipped past your trembling lips when you whispered his name.

“Frank?”

“Yeah, m’here. Open up, honey. C’mon.”

The relief that the safety of Frank’s presence brought was fleeting and very quickly overshadowed by uncontrollable rage remembering how you had wound up in this situation in the first place.

If he hadn’t left, none of this would’ve happened.

Bloodied fingers slipped over the lock and you swiftly flung the door open like a mad woman to reveal his large figure. The second that Frank tried to take a step in your direction, you shoved at his chest with the surge of adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

“You son of a bitch!”

Frank stumbled backwards in surprise, eyes widening slightly in shock at your unexpected outburst. When his lips parted to speak, you shoved even harder at his chest, letting your fists rain down in a frenzy against his chest like furious daggers. 

“You left me! How the fuck could you leave me like that?!”

He didn’t even put up a defense as you pounded away at his chest and screamed at him, allowing you to force him backwards with every devastating blow you threw in his direction. There was a light furrow of remorse creasing between his dark brows, and if you hadn’t been so blinded by your own anger, you might have caught the guilt-ridden expression that tugged his features down.

“You fucking selfish asshole! I hate you!”

The sharp sting of your wounded palm striking against Frank’s cheek in a harsh slap didn’t even register in your brain. You couldn’t feel any sting but the one of betrayal, and the searing wrath that threatened to consume you entirely. He didn’t even flinch when you slapped him across the face. He just took it. 

He let you take it all out on him; the fear, the anger, the disappointment, the hurt, the treachery, all of it.

Frank accepted every single verbal and physical lash you struck him with until you ran out of steam. As soon as the ferocity started to disintegrate into the lingering and overwhelming emotions of terror and panic, the red mist of outrage started to clear from your vision, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Walker’s dead body surrounded by a puddle of deep crimson near the foot of your bed. A choked sob caught in your throat and you covered your mouth in horror as the reality and severity of the situation started to soak in. Frank instantly tried to pull your body into his arms, and when you weakly fought against him, he moved to block your view of Walker’s lifeless body to shield you from the bloodshed. His large hands grabbed onto your arms and held them down to prevent you from moving, dipping his head to catch your gaze.

“Hey…hey, listen to me. I need you to listen real carefully. We gotta go, alright? We gotta go now. It ain’t safe here, and we ain’t got much time. We gotta go right now, alright?”

Frank didn’t give you a moment to hesitate before ushering you out of your bedroom quickly, tucking your face into his chest to prevent you from seeing the evidence of his slaughter. Your mind was a whirlwind of disarray and confusion, emotions and thoughts coming down like a tumultuous hailstorm that you couldn’t take shelter from.

He adjusted the sling on his rifle to keep one hand on it and one protectively over your head while leading you out the front door. When the sharp chill of the night time breeze swept across the glaring cut in your palm, it seemed to snap you of your clamorous haze, and you gripped onto Frank’s bicep tightly with your good hand to pause his guidance.

“Wait! My phone-”

“Leave it.”

“No, I can’t. I got them confessing on tape. I need-”

When you went to turn around, Frank clamped down onto your shoulders a little forcefully to stop you. The firm force behind his hands and the surprise from his actions stopped you right in your tracks. There was a stern look of inflexibility in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“You ain’t goin’ back in there.”

“Frank-”

“I’ll get it. Where is it?”

The clipped tone of his voice was one you were all too familiar with. It was the one he used when he wasn’t in the mood for an argument, or when something wasn’t up for debate.

“Behind the coffee machine.”

Frank gave a curt nod and handed you the keys to his truck, gently pushing you towards that direction with his palm flat against your lower back.

“Get it started. There’s a first aid kit in the back. Wrap that hand to stop the bleedin’, I’ll take care of it later.”

As Frank disappeared back into your home, you sprinted towards his truck, keeping your head on a swivel for anyone suspicious or anything out of place. Now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off, you could feel the pain starting to lick at the torn wounds in your hand and across your fingers. Fresh tears welled up in your eyes, both from the throbbing affliction in your palm, and from how incredibly overwhelmed you were. A sharp hiss left your lips when you started to wrap your hand in gauze, the agony only growing louder in volume the tighter you wrapped it. You didn’t know much about first aid, but you knew enough to know to keep pressure tight on an active bleed.

The sound of the truck door abruptly opening had you jumping in your seat, and Frank shot you a look of concern at your reaction. Quickly looking away to focus on your hand, your vision started to become blurry again with warm tears, and you bit down on your bottom lip harshly to will them away. Frank set your phone down in the middle console, eyeing you warily.

“Lemme see.”

“It’s fine.”

Frank pursed his lips at your snappy response, reaching his hand over towards the first aid kit in your lap.

“Here-”

“I got it.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I said I got it.”

Frank let out a deep exhale of frustration when you raised your voice at him in another terse quip, dragging his palm down his face in agitation before putting his truck in drive and peeling off down the street. The pain in your hand was almost unbearable by the time you finished wrapping it up, and there was already a maroon bloodstain forming in the center of the crisp white material. A few stray tears slipped past your waterline when you closed your eyes, and you swiftly wiped them away, turning your head to look out the window so that you didn’t have to look at Frank.

Letting out a shaky breath, you attempted to try and control the cyclone of emotions devastating you from the inside out. There were two dead men in your home right now, and it suddenly dawned on you that Frank had killed them. A shuddering breath left your lips when you finally had a moment to process that epiphany, and you swallowed the sob that threatened to escape your throat.

“We have to call the police.”

“No.”

Snapping your head in Frank’s direction, your eyes widened in bewilderment as you stared over at him in complete disbelief and confusion.

“Yes. Frank you just…killed two police officers. They’re dead, in my home, and you weren’t exactly quiet about it. We can’t just-”

“They were gonna hurt you.”

Frank’s jaw was set harshly, making the outline of it appear even sharper. He kept his hardened gaze ahead on the dark road. The cold and detached tone of his voice stunned you silent for a moment. There wasn’t a visible shred of guilt on his face or in his voice about what he had done, and you didn’t know whether to be horrified by that or not. 

When Frank’s eyes flickered over at you, the palpable anger on his face softened into something that resembled regret, as if he could see on your face how you felt about him in that moment. He urgently looked away, unwilling to see that reflection of himself in your eyes. Loosening his grip on the steering wheel, he let out a deep exhale through his nose.

“They were real cops, ran their badge numbers. We can’t call it in cause we don’t know if they got anyone else in their precinct workin’ with ‘em. I got a friend in Homeland, I’ll call her. She can handle cleanin’ up the mess and start lookin’ into ‘em, maybe find a lead.”

A layer of perplexity nestled on top of your trepidation at Frank’s words. All of a sudden, a thought emerged from the back of your mind about the whole situation, and you stared at him curiously.

“How did you get their badge numbers that quickly? And how did you know they were even there?”

Frank glanced over at you, his own face twisted in puzzlement as if you had just asked the most obvious question in the world.

“Put cameras ‘round your place when I got assigned to ya. I get alerts whenever there’s motion ‘round ‘em. Saw ‘em comin’ up on the camera and ran their badges, but then I heard ‘em say somethin’ ‘bout ‘needin’ to do it quietly’ and figured that meant trouble.”

After a minute of silence, he let out another deep exhale and ran his hand through his unruly dark hair in clear frustration, shaking his head slowly while he looked back at the road.

“You never shoulda opened that door.”

You clenched your hands into fists at his accusatory tone, glaring at the side of his face while your panic swiftly subsided into defensiveness.

“They were cops, Frank.”

“Didn’t mean ya had to open the door. Cops ain’t always the good guys, you know that. You shoulda known better than to open the door for anyone-”

“You shouldn’t have fucking left me.”

Frank immediately went silent and tensed up. You watched as a muscle feathered along his strong jaw. Scoffing dryly at his reaction, you slowly shook your head in annoyance while glancing out the window, brows knitting together in agitation while you tried to figure out where you were.

“Where are we going?”

“My place. We needa lay low for a bit.”

The anger poisoning your bloodstream left no room for the excitement you would’ve felt under normal circumstances about getting to see Frank’s home. It was something you had admittedly fantasized about after several glasses of wine, imagining scenarios in which Frank would take you back to his place, and you would get to experience the real him in more ways than one. But at the moment, you weren’t sure you even wanted to be around him at all.

»»———　　———««

You don’t know what you were expecting Frank’s place to look like, but it was certainly far more empty than you anticipated. The walls were completely bare, void of anything personal, and that seemed to be the running theme. The furniture was scarce, a modest couch and simple coffee table accompanied by a minuscule wooden stand with a small tv. Apart from Frank’s black denim jacket draped over the back of the couch, his rifle on the island, and a backpack in the corner of the room, it didn’t even look like anyone lived here.

Frank had silently gestured for you to take a seat on one of the plain metal stools at the kitchen island. You hissed when he disinfected the cut above your brow, carefully placing a thin white bandage over the tiny cut, and you prepared yourself for what was next.

The alcohol swab burned, even with Frank lightly dragging it over the cut in your hand and across your fingers as quickly as humanly possible, and you swore it would’ve hurt less holding it over an open flame. He might as well have been performing open heart surgery on your palm with the way he was meticulously pulling tiny glass fragments from the cut with tweezers.

You watched intently while Frank carefully and expertly stitched up your palm. He didn’t have anything to give you for the pain other than a bold shot of whiskey, and you winced with a noise of discomfort every time the needle pierced your irritated torn flesh, weaving the jagged edges back together with the thick black thread. Frank mumbled a quiet apology whenever he heard your noises of affliction, doing his best to keep his touch light and delicate. 

The silence surrounding the two of you was deafening, but you didn’t want to be the first to break it. Frank had yet to explain himself from this morning, and you were still incredibly pissed off at him for leaving. On top of that, you were also uncertain of your feelings about his nonchalance towards killing Walker and Cavella. The logical part of your brain rationalized the fact that Cavella had threatened to kill you, and he might have if Frank hadn’t shown up when he did. But Frank seemed completely indifferent about executing them.

He hadn’t even glanced at Walker’s body when he led you out of your room, like it wasn’t even there. The only shock that had been evident on his features was from your outrage towards him. There wasn’t an ounce of penitence detected in his tone when he voiced his justification. They were gonna hurt you, so he hurt them first. It seemed that simple to him, and in his black and white reasoning, there wasn’t a stitch of gray regarding repentance.

As Frank finished up the final stitch and wrapped your wound up properly, one of his large hands reached for your wrist, his thick fingers coiling around it completely. He lightly pulled your hand towards him, your fingertips barely grazing against his gray henley while he inspected his own handiwork. Frank paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought while he stared down at the gauze placed over your palm silently.

“I’m sorry.”

When your eyes flickered up towards his face, Frank was already staring at you, and his eyes were back to that warm chocolate brown that you adored. They seemed to be glowing with remorse under the dim amber light above the island. His plump lips were downturned at the corners in a frown, and you could see the guilt tinting his entire face. The heartwrenching look in his eyes nearly knocked the wind out of you. It sent a pang echoing throughout your chest, and all you wanted to do was surge forward and hug him, to do anything to make that look go away. 

But you needed answers.

“Why…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence. Your voice broke off towards the end, and you had to look away to keep the onset of tears welling in your eyes from slipping. Frank carefully tightened his hold on your wrist, tilting his head to the side slightly as he followed your movements to try and catch your eyes.

“I shoulda said somethin’ before I left. Shoulda told ya I was gonna try and work somethin’ out. I’m sorry I didn’t. I…I was angry ‘bout the file-”

“Frank, I didn't read it. Okay whatever was in there that you didn’t want me to know about, I still don’t. I don’t know where it came from, and I’m sorry I never told you about it, but I would never do that to you. And the fact that you think that lowly of me-”

Frank let go of your wrist and leaned in closer to wrap his strong arms around your back, pulling you into his chest once your resolve broke. He cradled the back of your head with one of his large hands and held it against his chest protectively, pressing his lips in a soft kiss to the crown of your head as he shushed you quietly. Once the floodgates opened, you couldn’t stop them, and every emotion that you had experienced in the past twelve hours was pouring violently out of you.

“Hey, hey…s’alright. S’alright, I’m sorry. I shoulda listened to ya. I shoulda believed ya. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just…I fucked up, alright? I fucked up, and you got hurt cause of it. This…s’all on me. M’gonna fix it, yeah?”

Frank gently ran his fingers through your hair while he held you in a tight embrace, letting you wring out all your tears into his shirt, providing the safe space you needed to navigate and expunge all your emotions. He didn’t say anything while you cried, he just held you and did his best to comfort you with his apologetic touch. You don’t know how long you sat there with him like that. It felt like every drop of moisture in your body had been depleted from your eyes, but for the first time all day, your heart didn’t feel so heavy in your chest.

Once you felt a sense of calmness after your cathartic release, you slowly retracted from his embrace so that you could get a good look at him. Frank looked absolutely desolate, and it broke your heart. There was a faint red mark burning on his right cheek, and the corners of your mouth melted downwards in shame when you reached your hand up to lightly trace beneath it with your fingertips.

“I’m sorry I hit you.”

“Reckon I deserved that-”

“No, you didn’t. You saved my life-”

“After I put you in danger cause I was bein’ an asshole.”

You could see the evident self-condemnation in his eyes, and you felt guilty for contributing to those feelings of shame that he felt about himself. Frank didn’t flinch away from your touch, and you swore you felt him subtly lean into it. His sorrow filled eyes hadn’t torn away from yours once, and you couldn’t look away from him if you tried.

“I don’t hate you.”

You could see his body visibly relax at your words. All the tension in his broad shoulders and lingering in the crevices of his features seemed to evaporate, and his evident relief was illuminated in his eyes. There was the most miniscule of a smile skirting over the edge of his mouth, and you would’ve missed it if you didn’t know him so well. 

“Wouldn’t blame ya if you did.”

“I don’t.”

Frank stared at you silently while he processed the unwavering tone of your candor. You could see the conflict clearly on his face, and you wanted to prevent him from losing whatever war he was waging against himself. Letting out a soft sigh, you reluctantly dropped your hand from his cheek to run it through your hair, glancing around the nearly empty apartment before looking at him again.

“What now?”

Frank sat up a little straighter when he finally let go of you and reached across the kitchen island to grab his phone.

“Nothin’ ‘til I get ahold of my contact at Homeland. ‘Til we talk to her, you stay here. And you can’t talk to no one, alright? Not Ellison, not your friends or family, no one. Can’t trust nobody right now, you got that?”

A slight furrow formed between your brows as you stared at Frank in confusion.

“Frank, someone had to have heard those gunshots. I wouldn’t be surprised if cops were all over my place right now, and two dead cops are gonna raise a lot of attention. It’ll probably be on the news. And if Ellison sees it and can’t get in touch with me, he’ll probably report me missing.”

“Better people think you’re missin’ ‘til we figure this out. No one can hurt ya if they can’t find ya.”

“But if anyone checks those cameras, won’t they know I’m with you?”

“No ones got access to those cameras but me and Russo, and I cut ‘em off soon as I pulled up.”

The mention of Billy’s name abruptly caused more inquisitions to bubble around in your head.

“Why haven’t you called Billy for help?”

A look flashed across Frank’s face that you didn’t recognize, and it was gone before you could decipher what it was or what it meant. He gave a light shrug of his shoulders as he pursed his lips.

“Got his hands full right now.”

“What…what about Steven? Aren’t you supposed to be-’

“Fuck Steven. He’s someone else’s goddamn problem right now.”

You bit your lip to contain that smile that threatened to spread seeing the face Frank pulled at your question. He spit those words out as if they tasted bitter, his large nose scrunched up in a sour expression, and for some reason that spread heat in your lower belly.

“So, you’re not his bodyguard?”

Frank arched one of his dark brows and gave you a pointed look hearing the amusement lacing your teasing tone.

“You really think I woulda agreed to that?”

“I don’t think he would have. He’s scared of you.”

Frank’s eyes seemed to sparkle with delight at that, and the faintest of smirks tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Then maybe he ain’t so stupid after all.”

A knowing smile fought its way across your lips, and a sense of relief spread through you when he mirrored it. Frank stared at you for a moment, as if there was more he wanted to say, but he quickly glanced away and grabbed his phone while standing up.

“You should get some sleep. Take the bed.”

“Frank, I’m not-”

“You ever gonna stop arguin’ with me and just do what I ask?”

Frank tilted his head to the side as he looked down at you in pure entertainment, eyebrows lifted slightly in question with a light smirk on his lips. Glancing away with a light smile, you crossed your arms over your chest, shaking your head slowly before looking back up at him with a tiny grin. 

“No, probably not. But your couch seems a bit small for you.”

Frank chuckled lightly, his eyes flickering over to his couch before landing back on you.

“Appreciate the concern, but I’ve slept in far worse conditions. I’ll be fine. Go on, get some sleep.”

»»———　　———««

When you awoke the next morning, you felt more refreshed than you had in months. It was hard to fall asleep initially, brain still buzzing with the cataclysmic events of the day, and the knowledge that Frank was sleeping just on the other side of the thin wall. Being on good terms again filled you with a rush at the thought of sleeping in his bed, and you may have clutched one of his pillows to your chest pretending it was him. Frank’s bed was nothing special in theory, but there was something about being nestled in pillows and sheets that smelled just like him that lulled you into a peaceful and serene sleep. 

Frank was already awake when you walked out into the living room, and you could tell by the look on his face that something had happened while he had been waiting for you to wake up. He immediately stood up from the couch when you entered the living room, giving you a once over as he motioned in your direction with his chin.

“Sleep alright?”

“Uh…yeah. What’s going on?”

Frank eyed you for a moment, seemingly contemplating his next words carefully. He let out a soft sigh, turning his phone over in his hands and glancing down at it before looking back at you.

“Got a lead. There’s a location upstate the rest of ‘em might be hidin’ out at.”

That one sentence instantly sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you were suddenly wide awake.

“Where? When do we leave?”

Frank’s brows pulled together as he looked at you in puzzlement, shaking his head lightly.

“No, not we. You’re stayin’ here.”

Your lips parted as you stared over at him incredulously.

“What? No. I’m coming with you-”

“It could be dangerous-”

“More dangerous than being left alone? Do I need to remind you what happened last time you left me by myself?”

Lifting your wounded hand up as evidence, Frank clenched his jaw as his eyes flickered between your hand and your face. 

“No one knows you’re here. You’re safer here-”

“I’m safer with you.”

Frank pursed his lips into a dissatisfied pout as your words hung in the air. You could see the hesitation lingering in his eyes, and you quickly pounced on it, walking over to stand directly in front of him. You stared up into his eyes with a pleading expression, shaking your head slowly as you spoke in a calmer voice.

“You can’t leave me again. I’ll stay out of your way. I’ll do whatever you say, I swear. No arguing. No pushback. Just…don’t leave me alone. Please.”

He seemed to visibly soften hearing the vulnerability laced in your voice, and when he let out a deep sigh of exasperation, you knew you had won. He gave you another pointed look, his voice dipping into a more serious tone.

“You do what I ask, when I ask. This shit goes sideways, I needa know you’re gonna listen. You got that?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

You could see that Frank wasn’t pleased about the thought of you joining him, but you knew you were safer with him in a potentially life threatening situation than you were on your own. If anyone could take these fuckers down, it was Frank, and you wanted to be there when he did.

tags: @twoshields @day-dreaming-goddess @messymissy @itwasthereaminuteago @strawberry1042 @queenofthenoobs @wanda2themax @xcastawayherosx @ferns-fics @stevenknightmarc @ponyosmom35 @babygal-babygal @wellwwhynot @oldermenaremyreligion @combustiblemeow @tired-night-owl @fairykiss32 @danzer8705 @calkissed @fxckahs-blog @lemon-world1 @yeah3459 @collaps3r @polskiperson @imperihoe @v4leoftears @harperdoodle @spideyvibez @joalslibrary @cherry-berry-ollie @annalism @sorrowfulfragmentation @kdogreads

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[goatcheesecak3]

Could you possibly write something small about a beach date with Rodrick 😍

Rodrick x reader

Sorry this took so long! Me mam tried to sell me to one direction so I was slightly preoccupied 🙄

Anyways enough jibber jabber, here's a lil fluff about a beach date with Rodrick :^)

The heffleys had invited you on a trip to the beach, since you and Rodrick had been together for some time now, it was pretty much routine for you to come along to family events at this point.

You and Rodrick drove in his van separately from everyone else, truth be told, you were relieved. You loved the heffleys but you weren't so keen on the music they played in the car.

"You excited babe?" Rodrick turned to look at you

"Can't wait! I was looking up the beach on Google, there's quite a few rock pools so we might see some cool sealife!"

Rodrick's face lit up at this

"Like a crab?!" He asked

"Yes honey, like a crab" you smiled at your easily amused boyfriend.

"Awesome. I fucking love crabs" he said.

Upon arrival Susan and Frank were happy to see the pair of you, they both approached to greet you, when seemingly out of nowhere Greg appeared, flinging his arms around you.

"Hey lil dude! Nice to see you" You beamed down at him

"Great to see you too! I've got all the stuff set up!" He replied excitedly

You were confused for a second, before looking just past him and seeing an abundance of different sized buckets and spades. You finally remembered, last time you'd seen the Heffleys you'd promised Greg you'd be on his team against Rodrick for a sandcastle building competition.

"Rodrick I love you, but you are so going down" you said, playfully poking him in the ribs before running off to the equipment with Greg.

"Hey no fair! You guys don't get a head start!" He called after the two of you.

The sandcastle competition was definitely pretty tense, you and Greg had opted for a "bigger = better" strategy, and had come up with a 3 storey castle.

Rodrick's, while much smaller, was more detail oriented. He'd decorated it with little stones, and even carved out little battlements.

When the time was up, the three of you went to get Susan and Frank to judge, but when you'd returned only one castle was left.  It would appear that Manny had decided that Rodrick's Castle was the perfect race course for one of his toy trucks, and in the few seconds you were all gone, he'd reduced it to rubble.

"Ha! We won!" Greg jeered.

You looked at Rodrick, who seemed genuinely disappointed.

"Aw baby," you stroked his arm, "I think your castle was Manny's favourite at least"

He smiled slightly at this, but still seemed slightly miffed that all his hard work was ruined.

Never mind, you knew exactly how to cheer him up

"How about we go check out those rock pools?" You asked.

Rodrick grinned excitedly, immediately forgetting about the sand castle, "oh yeah! I hope we see something cool!" He beamed, grabbing your hand and eagerly pulling you in the direction of the rocks.

You carefully climbed onto the glistening wet rocks, made just that bit more treacherous by the odd bit of seaweed and sharp barnacles. You held onto Rodrick tightly, fearing that his clumsy self would slip and accidentally keelhaul himself.

(A/n if you don't know what keelhaulling is, look it up at your own risk. It's pretty gnarly).

"What are those things?" Rodrick asked curiously, pointing towards tufts of purple sticking out from the sides of the rock pools.

"Sea anemones! Be really gentle and touch them, see what happens" you encouraged him.

Rodrick looked slightly nervous, but he trusted you. He dipped his finger into the shallow water and felt the tiny tentacles grip his finger. He giggled high pitch and very amused, before pulling his hand away and shaking it dry.

"It was like, sticky?" He said

You laughed at his reaction, he was adorable when he was confused.

"That was it trying to eat you! It thought your finger was a little fish!"

"Really?!"

"Mhm"

"That's so funny," he bent down to look at the anemone, "you're no match for me little bro" he said cockily.

You were unsure as to whether he was joking, or if he was genuinely proud of not being eaten by a gelatinous blob the size of a penny. Probably the latter, knowing Rodrick, but either way you find it endearing.

You spent quite a while trapesing around the rock pools, Rodrick seemingly fascinated by everything- particularly the little clusters of sea snails. He likened their pointy shells to his studded bracelet, affectionately giving them the title of "most metal animal he'd seen all day". His day was made, however, when you called him over to a tiny pool right at the edge of the rocks.

"Baby, come quick!"

He rushed over, abandoning the clump of seaweed he'd been popping like bubblewrap, and turned his attention towards what you'd been pointing at.

There, nestled inbetween a few tufts of seaweed, sat the tiniest little crab, it's body not much bigger than the tip of a pinky finger. As Rodrick kneeled down to get a closer look, his face was graced with a wide, goofy smile. He looked between you and the crab for a few seconds, before blurting out "it's a little baby!", his voice high and girlish.

You let out a chuckle at this, watching your boyfriend's eyes grow in amazement and glee at the sight of such a small crab. His attention was fixed to it for as long as it sat there, until the crab must have decided that staring back at the squealing Rodrick had become tedious, and scuttled away under some pebbles.

Rodrick finally stood once again, and reached out to hold your hands.

"That was so cool," he said, his eyes twinkling and his smile somehow even more loveable than ever.

"You're so cute," you replied, unable to contain your adoration any longer. You placed your arms over his shoulders, while instinctively, Rodrick held your waist.

You leaned in and planted a delicate kiss on his lips. Sometimes it was hard to remember he was a hardcore punk guy with a big beat up van, and an affinity for moshing. At times like this, all you saw was an innocent, precious sweetheart. You just wanted to hold his face and pepper it with gentle kisses, while showering him with compliments like "my handsome boy," and "you're the cutest thing in the whole world". You probably would later, but not right now. He'd never live it down if his family saw him being such a big softie.

You allowed yourself to get lost in his big brown eyes for a moment longer, before you heard Frank calling the two of you to come and get some food.

I love you, you thought to yourself as Rodrick carefully guided you down the rocks. As if he could read your mind, he threw an arm round your shoulder and whispered in your ear

"I love you, y/n"

A/n requests are open! I write hcs and short fics for a couple characters, check my pinned post for details! :^)

(Pls request something I need ideas lol)

#rodrick #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley #doawk #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick hefflei #rodrick headcanon #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick x reader #devon bostick #fanfic #rodrick fanfiction #rodrick fluff #fluff #not my rodrick

[saintmurd0ck]

Oh, Rhi. When I saw this, I knew I had to send in a request 😆❤️

And because I'm in such a fluffy mood, could I pretty please have some major fluff with Frank Castle? Maybe a love confession? 🙈

Feel free to ignore, I'm just a fluffball today and Frank needs some love 😍

death and taxes

frank masterlist | sleepover masterlist

awwww lily i am in a mortifyingly fluffy mood and simultaneously yearning for the man that is frank castle... so please rejoice in these thoughts with me. please note the photo is a little misleading cause this thing be angsty (a little) BUT ANYWAY i hope you like it!

frank doesn't know why it's taken him this long to say it. 

he thinks it's partially denial, but like many aspects of his life, there's a thin layer of silt that's settled over this feeling, that causes it to numb, despite the heart loudly pounding in his ribcage in earnest. for you.

he glances at the alarm clock on the bedside table, wincing at the time. it's 4.24 in the morning. he looses a heavy sigh before turning back onto his side, staring intently at the steady rise and fall of your chest, at the blissful expression painted on your face.

the sun is far from rising, moonlight barely drifting past the curtains, but there's an ethereal glow about you. there's a dull ache that spreads in frank's chest, symbiote-like as it snakes outwards, reaching into every shadow-filled nook and cranny within.

it pains him--loving you pains him. it's a sweet kind of agony, one that pairs fitful sleep and tormenting nightmares with the goodness of your soul, the understanding and kindness that seep from your actions into the centre of frank's transgressions. after all, you're the only person left in his life that sees him for who he truly is. 

there are days when he is weary, when his self-loathing echoes above your adoration, when he questions all of what he deserves. he doesn't know if today will be one of those days, where the roaring in his head dulls every other sense about him.

but he knows it's time. it's long overdue. 

and he knows he's got a shot with you. it's a chance of redemption, even if the odds are slim.

frank grits his jaw as the phantom pain spreads, catching stiffly in his joints, in his breathing. this is real, he reminds himself. it's not a nightmare. he moves closer to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your spine, inhaling the scent that's become home to him.

as it does every once in a while, the voice of mario castiglione blossoms in his memory. frank's father. his lilting sicilian accent rings clear. 'when you meet the one, you'll know. you'll know, because the love will be as real as the two things in life that are certain.' frank can still see the two fingers his dad would hold up. 'death, and taxes.'

death and taxes, indeed.

frank chuckles softly, supplementing his father's memory with a new one of his own. "wanted to wait until you were awake to say this, but if i don't do it now, i'll lose my nerve."

he pauses as you stir, mumbling his name, resuming only when he's certain you're fast asleep. "shoulda said it the first time i laid eyes on you, sweetheart. but here we are." 

he nudges himself once more. as real as death and taxes.

"i love you. i sure as hell don't deserve you, but you're here, huh? hell, i'll spend every goddamn day makin' it up to you... to, i dunno, prove myself."

the confession is freeing, easing the weight on his shoulders, one word at a time. frank can't remember the last time he's spoken to anyone with this sort of grace, or vulnerability. it's liberating, and he feels it--mind, body and soul. 

"i love you," he whispers, scooping you into his arms, holding your bodies as close as he can muster. as if the dam has broken, it comes tumbling out; a mantra, a tangible prayer. "i love you, sweetheart."

'i love you i love you i love you,' his spirit sings.

tags {x} @marvelswh0re @murdock-and-the-sea @itwasthereaminuteago @devils-dares @mattmurdocksscars @castlesnchurches @mindidjarin @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @honeyedheartss

tagging some of my frank besties cause i'm so fucking proud of this one

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[ohbo-ohno]

babygirl bo <3 I have some Qs to which I beg you provide some As (I need me some of that deep bo lore)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

babygirl lumi i love you so much. you're welcome to any lore you want

🍄 does puppy play count as a hc? because i write ghost calling soap "pup" as a kink thing but i also very much so think he'd just Do that.

if that doesn't count, then i'll say that one hc i swear by is that ghost is a freak but soap is 10x freakier and he's into literally every conceivable abuse ghost tries to commit agaisnt him.

also i think soap is suuuper smart but in a really specific way - can't spell for shit, but that man can rattle off college level math like it's nothing

🥤 is SUCH a good ask because now i can rec my fav cod x readers <3 (i know it says fic or author singular but you're getting multiple fics in place of me trying to tag authors and inevitably forgetting someone)

cod fics (but not the people i usually link because this post is already too long):

Baby Blue by kechiwrites (ghost x reader)

Taste by Sweet Deciet (ghost x soap x reader)

The Hand That Feeds by anonymous (ghost x soap)

Hypnotized (Fuck It) by ANTchan (ghost x soap)

Where Moonlight Meets the Sea by MildLimerence (ghost x soap)

Not More Than Once by WhisperedWords12 (ghost x soap)

NOT cod fics, but one for a few fandoms i love:

Declensions by dustorange is THE dick grayson origin fic. if there's one fanfic i wish i had written, it would be this

the first step of kintsugi by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup is a peter parker & frank castle fic and im not sure it'll ever be finished but it is just. god it is perfect and probably my favorite fic of all time

anything by cupcakemolotov is gonna hit like no other for klaus mikaelson/caroline forbes. i love her so so much like she is my IDOL

ALL MOUTH. by themilkteeth is like the epitome of what a good darklina fic is. it's soooooosososo good i want it injected into my veins

the Blood Apron series by sciencefictioness is a great overwatch fic, but you really don't need to know the characters to enjoy the story! another one that'll never get added to, but i love it a lot

🥐 i don't like the lotr movies but there's a moment in the first (?) one where aragorn (?) is singing to himself and frodo (?) asks "who is this lady you sing of?" and for some reason i literally cannot watch it without keeling over in laughter. it's so fucking stupid

🪲 ohhhh we have beef for this one. i hate you a teeny tiny bit for making me write (/j). added it below the cut!

ok quick edit here but. i thought that said 500 words so uh. sorry but there's 500 words here instead of 50 lmfao. im a fool!!!!!

ghost x soap (cw for (legal) age gap)

He takes another look at the kid, now that he’s not planning on throwing him off the property. He’s got a bit of bulk, probably just recently started working out, and there’s a cocky energy coming off of him. Ghost would bet this is far from the first time he’s robbed someone with this little ruse, probably thinks he’s the smartest burglar in town. Too bad he chose the wrong man to try and trick this time.

Ghost straightens from the doorway, rolling back his shoulders and standing tall. The kid isn’t short by any means, but compared to Simon he’s practically little. Odds are he’s still got some growing to do, but for now Simon gets to enjoy the way he can loom over the teenager.

“No one ever taught you to respect your elders, boy?”

Oh, the kid doesn’t like that one. If he were a dog, his hackles would be fully raised, but he’s left settling for curling his lip back in a snarl. “You think just cause you’re old I have to respect you?”

“I think you’ll respect me because you’re on my property. That and I don’t think you’ll like what happens if you keep the attitude up.”

The kid flushes, either from rage or the innuendo. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think just because we’re out here alone you can say whatever you want to me?”

“Of course not. We’re out here all alone, which means I can do whatever I want to you. And I will, if you don’t get off my property.”

The kid looks him up and down, then visibly steels himself. Ghost bites back a smirk. He’s not used to being underestimated, but he finds he doesn’t mind when it means getting to see the kid play at being his equal.

“What do you think you’ll do if I don’t go?”

Oh, Ghost can’t wait to beat the attitude out of the little brat.

He doesn’t let the kid see how much the rudeness is getting to him, intentionally keeping his face flat and unimpressed. “What’s your name, kid?”

That permanent scowl doesn’t shift, even as a flash of confusion crosses his face. “...John.”

Ghost nods. “Alright, Johnny, if you don’t get off my property, I’ll take you over my knee and teach you what your daddy should’ve.”

It’s nearly impossible to keep from grinning when Johnny’s mouth pops open in surprise, the flush creeping further up his neck. “You- you’ll- who do you think- you can’t-”

Ghost reaches out like he might slap Johnny, instead snaps right in front of his nose, sharp and loud. “Spit it out, boy. I don’t feel like listening to a kid learn how to speak all night.”

Johnny’s letting himself get worked up, and not doing a good job of hiding it. His teeth grind and he shifts from foot to foot, like he’d like to try and attack Ghost. He’s apparently smart enough to know how idiotic that would be, and Simon finds he’s almost disappointed.

#this got so LONG im sorry lmao #asks and answers #ask game #luminousbeings-crudematter

[bxwitched]

Waiting Eyes

Warnings: Explicit content, 18+ only. Stalking, non-con, dub-con, voyeurism, mental illness, delusion, PTSD, veterans, sexual assault, dark themes.

Character Pairing: Dark!Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Frank has watched and he's waited, but now his patience has run out.

A/N: I've had this in my drafts for a while. Comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated! You can find my Masterlist here.

Frank watches as you move around your apartment from his place on the neighbouring rooftop, his eyes locked on the way that the soft skin of your midriff bares as you stretch your arms up and loosen your hair from it's hold. 

He's been watching you for months, looking out for you he reminds himself. He'd been visiting Curtis at the VA the day that he'd met you, you'd been talking quietly with a vet in the corner when he first caught sight of you, the younger man had been visibly panicked, eyes wide with fear but you showed no fear as you had kneeled down in front of him, your eyes locked with his whilst you spoke softly and gave him calm reassurance.

Frank could see the genuine kindness as you eased his nerves, could practically feel the care in your voice as you had talked him down.

He'd decided then and there that he had to know more about you and had followed you home that night, careful to blend into the sea of strangers on the sidewalk as he tailed you for several blocks.

Your apartment building is nice, nothing too grand but the neighbourhood is decent and your fifth floor, one bed apartment is a good size. Frank knows because he may have climbed up the fire escape a few days ago whilst you were at work and taken a look around. He'd made a mental note to get you some better locks for your windows, he needed to make sure you were safe.

Since that first day Frank had been working on getting closer to you, often stopping by the VA a few times a week under the pretence of visiting Curtis, though he knew that his old friend wouldn't be there. It was on those days that you'd humour him, letting him uncover new little parts of you as you put him to work, helping you to set up for groups or restock supplies.

Frank's breath hitches as you move into your bedroom and start to peel off your clothes, revealing more and more of your supple skin to his hungry eyes. He can't withhold the deep groan when you turn away from the rain-spattered glass and reach back to unclasp your bra, the black fabric falls away and leaves the expanse of your back bare to his hungry eyes.

He refocuses as you bend down, disappearing from view before reappearing, he can't see below the curve of your waist but the the thought of you fully exposed is still enough to drive him mad. He grunts, his gloved hand flexing against his thigh as his cock twitches against the confines of his jeans.

The lamp on your bedside table casts a soft light over your silhouette, framing your body with a heavenly glow that makes you look like an angel, he thinks. Beautiful.

Frank wonders just how heavenly you'll sound when he finally gets you underneath him. 

You sigh as the heavy stream beats down on your back, the hot water flows down your body and melts away all of your tension, making you feeling lighter after your nightmare of a day.

First you had overslept your alarm which made you late for work, then you had missed your train which made you even later. Finally, to top it all off some Wall Street asshole had been so distracted texting that he had walked straight into you on the sidewalk and soaked you from head to toe in his overpriced coffee. He'd even yelled at you for it, ranting about 'do you even know how expensive organic arabica is?' whilst you did your best to fight back tears of frustration.

You switch off the shower and slip on a a long sleeved tee and some sweatpants. A chill sweeps over your skin as you draw your bedroom curtains, the cold New York air prickling your flesh as it seeps through the old glass.

You still as you walk into your living room. Something feels off but you can't place what it is, the room is unchanged, exactly as you'd left it and your door is locked and bolted as usual.

You shrug off the strange feeling and put it down to your frazzled nerves as you go about your evening routine. You make yourself a hot drink and settle down on the couch, cradling the comforting warmth between your palms as you indulge in some crappy tv.

You're several episodes deep into a comically bad crime drama when your eyelids start to droop and you relent, deciding to call it a night. You switch off the tv and lights and place your empty mug in the sink before ambling into your bedroom, half asleep.

You stop as you cross the threshold, a cold chill runs down the length of your spine.

You stumble as a hard body crashes against your back, nearly toppling you and a large hand clamps over your mouth, silencing your scream before it can escape. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest, adrenaline flooding your veins as you struggle, trying to shake off the unknown person's hold on you.

"Easy, easy! Hey!" Their grip tightens around your body until you can do nothing but squirm in their grasp, your nails dig crescents into your palms as your pulse pounds loudly in your ears.

Your attacker presses their body further into you, moulding themselves against your body and you whimper, feeling the tell-tale bulge of male arousal against your ass. The man hushes you softly as he buries his face into your neck, inhaling against your skin.

"Shh, shh. It's ok." His voice is gruff but his tone is soft, soothing and you whimper as tears fill your eyes. It's a stark contrast from the rough flesh of his palm as it moves down, feeling along the bared skin of your stomach. He nuzzles into your hair, grazing his lips over the shell of your ear as a growl rumbles in his chest.

"Atta' girl. I'm gonna take my hand away and you're not gonna scream, understand?" Your tears are falling freely now and you nod shakily as his hand loosens over your mouth, testing the waters before it falls away completely.

You stutter an inhale, your breath shaky as the stranger runs his fingers along the line of your collarbone, his callused touch dipping just below the fabric of your shirt.

"There you go, good girl." His praise is unsettling, as are his gentle caresses and you let out a sob when his hips grind into your backside once more, a low groan leaving him at the contact.

"Please- who are you?" You choke on another sob. "Why are you doing this?"

He sighs and his hips still against you, his large palms clasp around your elbows and he turns you around slowly in his arms.

Your blood runs cold and you swallow deeply when your eyes finally settle on his face.

It's Frank.

Polite, quiet Frank who comes around the VA now and again to see his old friend, your boss, Curtis. The man who always holds the door open for you and calls you ma'am, who makes you laugh as he helps you to stack away the chairs after a session and volunteers to help you rearrange the supplies in the storage room, a task that would make you want to bang your head against the wall if it weren't for his stimulating conversation.

He had even come to your rescue the time that Curtis had been away and a veteran had had an episode at the centre. Despite your tactics and by no fault of his own, the man had lunged for you in the midst of his attack. Frank had heard your panicked voice and immediately ran in, he had pried the other man off of you and carefully restrained him as he had screamed and lashed out.

"Frank?" Your voice cracks. "I don't understand-" He looks different you think. Lost. Empty. His dark eyes rove over your face, studying your features as you try to even your breathing, to quell the feeling of nausea churning your stomach. "What are you doing?"

He chuckles then, it's deep and warm and if it weren't happening under the current circumstances you would find it endearing.

"It's ok, I'm here. I'm home, baby." Your brows furrow with concern and you push lightly against his chest, trying to put some distance between the two of you.

"What are you talking about?"

"First time I saw you I couldn't take my eyes off of you. Looked so soft and sweet and the way that you just took away all that man's anger and pain? Knew right then that you were the one."

You shake your head slowly and try to back away from him. His eyes are glassy as they search yours and his throat bobs as he swallows thickly. It's a look that's you've seen before on dozens of veterans, he's broken.

"Frank, you need to-" He lunges forward and silences you with his lips before you can finish. The kiss is bruising, desperate as his lips move against yours with fervour. You struggle against him, your palms pushing against his toned stomach as he winds a hand into you hair.

You're in shock and you shut your lips tightly as his tongue presses against them, begging for access. He makes a sound of displeasure then and lightly pulls on your locks, angling your head back further. You groan from the discomfort of it and Frank seizes the opportunity to force his entry into your warm mouth, letting out a low hum as he melds his tongue with yours.

When he finally pulls away from you his expression is one of awe. He moves his hands to cradle your face in between his rough palms and your breath hitches, his thumb moves across your bottom lip, tracing the plump flesh and his eyes follow the movement.

"Don'tcha see? You need me to look after you, like that day at the VA. Need me like I need you."

His gaze moves downward, his dark eyes settle on the dip of your shirt and he groans, his pupils are fixed on the way that your chest heaves with your frightened breaths. Warmth begins to bloom in your stomach and your core clenches involuntarily as you whimper, feeling betrayed by your own body.

"So fuckin' beautiful, needed you for so long."

"Please, Frank-" He hushes you and pulls your body closer to his, too close. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against you with every breath and you're sure that he can feel the frantic pounding of your heart against his as the fear courses through your veins.

"Don't be scared, baby. Gonna give you everything."

#dark frank castle #frank castle x you #frank castle x reader #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle #frank castle x female reader #the punisher #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher x reader #the punisher x you #the punisher x f!reader #daredevil frank castle #dark theme #hurt #ao3 writer #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #angst #frank castle angst #punisher #dark fic #the punisher fic #frank castle fic

[bonkywobble]

Bonkywobble’s Kinktober 2022

I’m so excited for this!!!

Here’s my full list for the upcoming kinktober event. These fics will range from short blurbs to full one shots. The themes will be a mix between light and dark so please heed the warnings in each one. All fics are x female reader unless otherwise specified but more importantly, all fics are 18+ only so minors do not interact with these works or my blog at all.

Fandoms include: Marvel (MCU), Stranger Things, DC (DCEU), The Witcher, Vikings, Once Upon A Time, The Grey Man, Defending Jacob, The Losers, The Sandman, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Knives Out, The Mandalorian

Main Masterlist / Navi

* indicates full length fic while ⚠️ indicates dark themes. List below the cut:

WEEK ONE

Day 1 💋 Jake Jensen - Shibari/Hair Pulling *

Day 2 💋 Thor Odinson - Thigh Riding/Electro Play

Day 3 💋 Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers - Free Use ⚠️

Day 4 💋 Billy Russo - Uniform Fetish

Day 5 💋 Steve Harrington - Sex Pollen *

Day 6 💋 Frank Castle - Edging/Bondage

Day 7💋 Lagertha - Somnophilia (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)

WEEK TWO

Day 8 💋 Old God!Clark Kent - Lingerie (Old Gods of Appalachia AU) *⚠️

Day 9 💋 King Valkyrie - Impact Play

Day 10 💋 Lloyd Hansen - Hate Sex ⚠️

Day 11 💋 Ivar the Boneless - Masturbation/Voyeurism

Day 12 💋 Bucky Barnes - Quickie/Creampie (Ethereal AU)

Day 13 💋 Robin Buckley - Overstimulation

Day 14 💋 Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Primal Play

WEEK THREE

Day 15 💋 Alpha!Ari Levinson - A/B/O *

Day 16 💋 Jefferson - Knife Play ⚠️

Day 17 💋 SamBucky - Dirty Talk

Day 18 💋 Din Djarin/The Mandalorian - Praise Kink

Day 19 💋 FrankenBilly - Dacryphilia ⚠️

Day 20💋 Lord Morpheus/Dream of The Endless - Sensation Play

Day 21 💋 Neighbour!Sam Wilson - First Time *

WEEK FOUR

Day 22 💋 Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Mirror Play

Day 23 💋 Eddie Munson - Nipple Play *

Day 24 💋 Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes - Biting/Outdoor sex * (LMTAF AU)

Day 25 💋 Andy Barber - Choking/Breath Play

Day 26 💋 Harley Quinn - Body Worship

Day 27 💋 Geralt of Rivia - Anal Sex

Day 28 💋 Vampire!Stucky - Monsterfucking/Blood play *⚠️

WEEK FIVE

Day 29 💋 Ransom Drysdale - Pegging

Day 30 💋 Arthur Curry - Anonymous Sex

Day 31 💋 Bjorn Ironside - Breeding Kink

Bonus fic: ???

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #bonkywobble kinktober #bonkywobble masterlist #bonkywobble writes

[frankcastlescumslut]

On the Sea

He’s blinded by your smile, perfectly content if that is the last thing he ever lays his eyes on. It’s genuine, he notices, and it makes the corner of your eyes crinkle. There’s a certain twinkle that appears, reminiscent of joy but fleeting- like life. God. He would do anything to make you smile like that again.

“Pete.” The moniker surprises you as he extends his hand. “Honey.” You lie, meeting his grasp. “Honey. Like the-” “Yes, like the byproduct of bees.”

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15, Ch. 16, Ch. 17

Frank Castle x Fem!Reader SYNOPSIS: You and Frank share a simple life: each other. He knew you were like the sea: powerful, constant, and irrepressible, so he was content with however much you gave him, completely satisfied if all it left him with were waterlogged fingers and toes. It isn’t until the skeletons fall off of their hangers and clatter to the floor of your closet that leave you and Frank confronting the ghosts of your past.

A/N: This is my first series and I am so excited to share it! This is a current WIP, but I'm ready to get the ball rolling. While this is a self insert series, the reader goes by "Honey"- you will see why, eventually. I have enjoyed scheming and plotting and doing an obscene amount of research to make this thing a reality, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! THERE IS GOING TO BE A LOT OF DIALOGUE. IF THAT IS NOT YOUR THING, YOU PROBABLY WILL NOT ENJOY THIS SERIES. WARNINGS: Occasional smut (will have warnings when needed), a LOT of eventual angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence (will have warnings when needed), processing of grief, mentions of minor character death, mentions of children, some chapters handle PTSD and nonverbal aspects, poor communication skills between reader and Frank. I will add more specific tags per chapter, but these are the main focal points! I am currently working on a playlist!

#frank castle x on the sea #frank castle #frank castle series #frank castle x reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x you #frank castle angst #frank castle fluff #I am so excited you have absolutely no idea #frank castle wip

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Thanks for tagging me mama 😉, @chvoswxtch !

rules — post up to five (5) filenames of your wips; not titles, filenames. post a snippet from one of them. snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. we’re posting progress here. if you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post. after you’ve posted, people can send an ask with one of your file names. you must then write 3 sentences in that file.

Untitled continuation of Hell's Belle - Frank Castle x female reader

As It Was - Fratt blip fic

D/s - Billy Russo x female reader, Frank Castle x female reader smut

Always a woman (working title) - Frank adoring his gf prompt from @hellskitchenswhore

Daredevil/punisher Musketeers AU

Snippet from As It Was:

Eventually he admitted that he had to find a coping mechanism. He threw himself into work, helped Foggy and Karen as much as he could, tracking down case leads and threatening those that stood in the way of justice for the people who had lost everything. And before returning 'home', he'd work second and often third jobs just so he didn't have the time or energy to think or dream about him, using hard labour to try to achieve such a state of physical exhaustion that sleep came dreamless.

Np tags - @peterman-spideyparker @courtforshort15 @marvelswh0re @munsonownsmyass @murdock-and-the-sea

[aecholapis]

Songs I put on loop while thinking about or drawing my OCs - Part 1

Helios: Icarus - Deus Ex: Human Revolution Collapsing Sun - Brandon Lau Angel On Fire - Halsey Imposter Syndrome - London Music Works Epilogue - Everest Your Majesty - The Crown If You Should Fall - Craig Armstrong Hey - Andreas Bourani Imádlak - Katona Ernesztina Divenire - Ludovico Einaudi This is Our Planet - Our Planet Hope for Tomorrow - Daemon X Machina Fragments of Hope - Astral Chain Aegis Research Institute - Astral Chain - Combat Mix by Baron Von Lag Natural Light - Portal Stories: Mel The Luminoth - Metroid Prime 2 Torvus Bog - Metroid Prime 2 Skytown - Metroid Prime 3 Lost in the Sky - Metroid Prime 3 - Skytown Remix by myr Azeleza - Red_OWLdeer Adiemus - Adiemus The Final Attack - Astral Chain The IXION OST The Interstellar OST Too many Fire Emblem Three Houses tracks to list them all

And the legendary God Shattering Star cover by Joe Zieja and Jules Conroy because I headcanon his voice to be similar to Claude's from FE3H for some reason and since Joe is his VA I can vividly imagine Helios singing this cover. It would be so funny. Let the small copter go ham with his vocal cords.

Ironwing and Altitude (partially): Speechless - Aladdin - cover by Peyton Parrish My Mother Told Me - Assassin's Creed: Valhalla - cover by Peyton Parrish Edge Of Night - The Lord of the Rings - cover by Peyton Parrish Helgafjell - Peyton Parrish ft. David Michael Frank Drengr of Ragnarök - Peyton Parrish ft. Jonathan Young Svarteboka - Gåte ft. Djerv Skarvane - Gåte The Rise of Vikingr album

Nightjet: Silent Guardians - Hyrule Warriors Bryyo Cliffside - Metroid Prime 3 Lower Norfair Mashup - Metroid - mashup by Axell The Swampert Chasing Daybreak (Thunder) - Fire Emblem Three Houses Victor's Hollow - Octopath Traveler - cover by Jules Conroy Oniro Mou - Yianna Terzi Palästinalied - Estampie Небо - Слободан Тркуља Brothers in Arms - Daemon X Machina Title Theme - Metroid Prime 3

Railjet: Runaway Train - Self Deception ;-) Asturias (Leyenda) - Isaac Albéniz - cover by Ana Vidović Gerudo Valley - Ocarina of Time - cover by Matt Sellick Victor's Hollow - Octopath Traveler Highlands Theme - Octopath Traveler Among Stately Peaks - Octopath Traveler Homunculus Delta - Astral Chain Grand War - Daemon X Machina Title Theme - Metroid Prime Trilogy - cover by Wingus Dingus

Firecry and his siblings: Kiss from a Rose - Seal - cover by Jonathan Young, Caleb Hyles, RichaadEB Idolize - Caleb Hyles Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson (Glee version) - cover by Anna Pantsu ft. Caleb Hyles Fight Fire With Gasoline - Self Deception Weight of the World - Self Deception State of Elysium - Self Deception Legends - Self Deception Starlight Brigade - TWRP ft. Dan Avidan (please watch the music video, it's so good) The Starship Velociraptor album (same as Anvil)

Anvil and his former mining team: Kiss from a Rose - Seal - cover by Jonathan Young, Caleb Hyles, RichaadEB Storm the Castle - Jonathan Young Divided - Jonathan Young Damage Done - Jonathan Young ft. RichaadEB Land of Broken Dreams - Jonathan Young ft. Caleb Hyles Land of the Living - Jonathan Young Unholy - cover by Jonathan Young ft. Lauren Babic (¬‿¬) The Starship Velociraptor album All of Jonathan Young's sea shanty covers

Cryoslope and his former underwater mining team: Chemical Worker's Song - Ron Angel - cover by Colm McGuinness Here's a Health to the Company - Assassin's Creed IV - cover by Colm McGuinness Scarborough Fair - cover by Colm McGuinness The Foggy Dew - cover by Colm McGuinness Islander - Bruce Moss- cover by Derina Harvey Band Lost On You - LP Song of the Sea - Mirella Díez Morán Into the Unknown - Subnautica Abandon Ship - Subnautica Torvus Hydrodynamo - Metroid Prime 2 Troubled Water - Portal Stories: Mel Transitional Period (funnel) - Portal Stories: Mel Live Fire Exercise - Portal Stories: Mel

Dataduct and the Throttlecons: Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson (Glee version) - cover by Anna Pantsu ft. Caleb Hyles Magnum Bullets - Night Runner ft. Dan Avidan (another great music video) Promise - Voyager Loco - Manian Tonight - Yüksek

Carbonlight: Children of the Omnissiah - Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Noosphere - Warhammer 40k: Mechanicus Millennial Rage - Warhammer 40k: Mechanicus Tenebre Rosso Sangue - Ultrakill Title Theme - Metroid Prime - cover by Amie Waters Menu Theme - Metroid Prime 2 VS. Emperor Ing (Phase 1) - Metroid Prime 2 VS. Emperor Ing (Phase 2) - Metroid Prime 2 System Corruption - Portal Stories: Mel (Harry Callaghan) Track 10 - Asphalt 6 VS. Jena Anderson (all phases) - Astral Chain The Creation of Noah - Astral Chain Inside Noah - Astral Chain VS. Noah (all phases) - Astral Chain Symphony No. 9 (New World Symphony) - Dvořák Ecstasy of Gold - Ennio Morricone Arms of Immortal - Daemon X Machina The entire Mechanicus OST

#oc stuff #my ocs #now you can judge my taste in music. no opinion is wrong #helios has the most songs because he is the specialest boy #ironwing is a viking at spark #nightjet likes to be dramatic. railjet doesn't #firecry likes two kinds of songs and they are either ballads or absolute bangers. the secret third option is whatever anvil is listening to #anvil likes metal <- is a self-taught blacksmith #cryoslope's 'playlist' is also neatly separated in two halves #dataduct should have all the 2000/2010 era pop songs that get your energon pumping and spark racing #carbonlight gets all the good villainous tracks #either tumblr or my browser has something against the letter 's' because one of them keeps excluding it from the links

[hellskitchenswhore]

#love (Volume 2)

A Brush With The Law by @coalix - You're a cop in Hell's Kitchen and dating Matt Murdock

Wanting by @coalix - You're the secretary for Nelson & Murdock, then Elektra shows up. #angst, #idiots in love, #idiots to lovers

"I can't lose you, too." by @leossmoonn - You're hurt in the hospital, but it's all going to be okay

Dancing by @briefcasejuice

Formed Within A Storm by @briefcasejuice - #idiots in love

Let Me by @softlikesilkchiffon - matt patches up vigilante!reader

Halo Not Included by @undiscovered-horizon

Pieces of You by @undiscovered-horizon

Irked by @hart269 - Matt is annoyed as a guy hits on you

bruises by @goldustwomun - You comfort matt after a long night, #love and #stitches

"Calmed" by @mydevilofhellskitchen - You couldn't ever sleep whilst he was out

Home With You by @cellophaine - Matts a supportive boyfriend through your shitty job

"You're more than a fling." by @pedrito-friskito

Daybed by @cellophaine - married life with Matt

"I would do anything for you" by @pedrito-friskito - friends to lovers, savior!matt

kid, jackass, love & beauty, faith, imagine by @literaila - Reader is Frank Castle's younger sibling

Tracking the Devil by @mattmurdocksscars - enhanced!Reader saves Matt when he's chained up by the Punisher, splash of #angst

A Normal Day by @cellophaine - A small party for Matt's birthday

Matt x Introverted!Fem!Reader by @peterman-spideyparker

Genesis by @itwasthereaminuteago - Matt's loved you from the beginning, #religious imagery

Quiet Love by @murdocks-devil - quiet domestic moments on a sleepy rainy night

Loving You Is Easy by @peterman-spideyparker - soft and tender love with a #proposal thrown in

So This is Love by @coalix - Matt asks you to move in, #fluff

"I love you." by @mvtthewmurdvck - Those 3 words slip during an argument

reciprocum by @murdocks-devil - Matt Murdock is a giver

Catch The Wind by @kaylaxwrites - You've known Matt since childhood and he pushes you away to protect you. Meanwhile, you develop a relationship with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen that puts you in danger, #angst and #torture

aere perennius by @saintmurd0ck - matt's love for you can only be described as aere perennius, or more lasting than bronze, #poetry

neogenesis by @murdock-and-the-sea - a #stitches fic, #poetry

the hand that strikes by @saintmurd0ck - an ode to Matt's hands, #poetry

For as long as you'd let me by @fulmis - You and Matt have been ignoring your feelings until you start dating someone else

right where you left me by @goldustwomun - You meet Matt once a year, every year. #smut

A Full Sentence by @letterfromvienna - Matt doesn't know what he did to deserve you, a little #angst

Dating Foggy's introverted sister by @marvelswh0re

Familiar Senses by @leahsficemporium - Matt could find you anywhere in Hell's Kitchen

Lighter by @abbyhaslongshorts - Sunday mornings in church before and after Matt

Both Sides by @mvtthewmurdvck - Matt finds you stitching yourself up in his bathroom and it prompts a confession

perhaps love by @alrighty-matty - 5 times Matt didn't realize he was in love with you and 1 time he did, #fluff

Pretty Eyes by @writings-of-a-hufflepuff - In the two years you've known him, you've never seen Matt's eyes, #idiots in love

I deserve you, and you deserve me by @ktheartsdaredevil - Matt comes home after a night on patrol, #fluff

Matt x lawyer!reader by @mattmurdockspainkink - You make your case for Matt to stay home tonight

how you get the girl by @rosemaremembrance - Matt realizes he made a mistake letting you go, #the reveal, #smut

upstairs by @mvtthewmurdvck - matt walks you home from the bar

"Can I have this dance?" by @saintmurd0ck - a small moment

On the Other Side by @eiressofinspirationwrites - matt's benched and you come home with serious wounds, #vigilante!reader

please don't be mad by @chvoswxtch - Matt's involvement with Elektra has you questioning everything w/ a big fight and lots of #angst and #smut

Starlight by @fandom-imagines-stories - You're coping with trauma and where you fit in matt's life, #angst

Nights, to Morning Kisses by @mvtthewmurdvck - figuring out what you are together after stitching him up

"If I'm lucky." by @grippingbeskar - You boss asks you out for a drink

Stitched Up by @silversweetpea - You make a jacket for the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, so much #fluff

Don't Blame Me by @mattmurdockspainkink - Matt's had a rough week and he tries not to take it out on you... until he does; #angst, #smut, #comfort, #depressed!matt

[fluffyprettykitty]

(i forgot to do this in april, so I started early once again and collected my faves along the way!) Most of these fics and these blogs are 18+ so please be aware, and read the warnings for each fic, you are responsible for your own media consumption. All fics are x reader!

~My symbols for fics are as follows:

🍋 smut 🌺 fluff 🌩️ angst 🫂 hurt/comfort 🔱 dark

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅••❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

MARVEL FICS

Possessive (Steve Rogers) by @crescentbucky

Rogers Family Recipe (-||-) by @writing-for-marvel

You Took My Breath Away (Bucky Barnes) by @callingsergeantbarnes

Run These Streets (-||-) by @dilemmaontwolegs

Playtime (Jake Lockley, Khonshu) by @fictionalnerdery

Ceremony and Devotion (Moon Boys, Knonshu) by @rosemaremembrance

You Will Beg (Wanda Maximoff) by @silver-pieces

Tis' The Damn Sea-Sun (Matt Murdock) by @freshabogados

Stay Quiet Baby (Frank Castle, Matt Murdock) by @saintmurd0ck

Daddy's Girl (Frank Castle) by @buckyhoney

Habibti (Layla El Faouly) by @imarvelatthestars

Love chained (Jake Lockley) by @inklore

His Undoing (Steven Grant) by @polaroidpetal

Citrus Light (-||-) by @burnthoneymint

Of Ancient Ruins (-||-) by @atlaese

Once Upon A Dream (Stephen Strange) by @wint3r-h3art

Date #3 (Sam Wilson) by @marvelmaree

Daddy's Girl (Frank Castle) by @buckyhoney

MISCELLANEOUS FICS

Dance The Night Away (Santiago Garcia) by @acourtofsnakes

Shut Up And Kiss Me (-||-) by @the-little-ewok

Constrict (Bruce Wayne) by @honeydulcewrites

Lift VS Drag (Frankie Morales) by @anaaaispunk

My Wife, My Home (Javier Peña) by @that-sarcastic-writer

★○★○★○★ Series:

Poker (Moon Boys) by @aniqua

Penny For Your Thoughts (Alfred Pennyworth) by @eupheme

Can't Fight The Feeling (Bucky Barnes) by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Wicked Games (-||-) by @summerofsnowflakes

Heaven Won't Help You (-||-) by @musingsinmoonlight

The Last Name (-||-) by @demonpoxballad

★○★○★○★

Please show your support to these amazing creators by following them and interacting with their stories! And remember reblogs and comments are important for these and any other artist! :D

#selenes monthly fic recs #fic recs #fic rec #masterlist #recommendations

[bonesofapoet]

( please note some links will take you to my main blog )

* characters with an asterisk are now platonic only

DC

Arthur Curry

melted stars, melted sea

Donna Troy

sunlight

morning sun, burning waffles

headcanon: a snowy afternoon

to bloom through a blade

Dick Grayson

car crash hearts

with fear, i fall

headcanon: going to a haunted house

watchers in the night

portraits for lovers

Jason Todd

lightning fields

now cracks a noble heart

headcanon: watching it snow

we are unsung hymns

a shelter made of mercy

i didn’t know the world could be so warm

they say fear is for the weak

sky full of song

headcanon: going to a haunted house

atlas bewitched in a diner

trials of the gods

headcanon: jason is scared of loving you, but cant stay away

John Constantine

death wrapped in velvet

the muse of venus

Roy Harper

my dear, how sweet we could be

DEADLY CLASS

Billy Bennett

constellation dreams

Lex Miller

midnight reality

anthology pt I

anthology pt II

a rose colored curse

we walk in beauty

i can see fire in your eyes

Marcus Lopez Arguello

neon anchors

merciful souls

starlight sins

inscendence

from dusk ‘til dawn

Saya Kuroki

shallow glory

CASTLEVANIA

Alucard ( Adrian Tepes )

revival of a soul

haunted

CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA

Nicholas Scratch

hush

sweet cravings

GENERAL

headcanon: vigilante/hero x you

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

through the thorns

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

letters from poseidon

we’re nothing but a falling star

skin & bones

Frank Castle

soft and wild

abandoned valor

once upon an ugly sweater

ache

Loki

the oracle at the end of the world

Matt Murdock

aphrodite’s kiss

blood of the holy

lucifer in the arms of persephone

Peter Parker (TASM)

a duet, honey sweet

muse of the heart

Quentin Beck

careful, i bite pt I

careful, i bite pt II

Sam Wilson

stars in high tide

Shang-Chi

steady heart

Sylvie Lushton

tired eyes and gentle hands

* Yelena Belova

the glow of a valley

amaranthine

ghosts

PRODIGAL SON

Malcolm Bright

we move lightly

fragments

crimson darling

STAR WARS

Captain Rex

dewdrops

Din Djarin

a legion on crimson wings: pt  I  II  III  IV  V  VI

violent delights

the golden rays of night

wicked, wicked dreams

Obi-Wan Kenobi

fallen kingdoms and starlight hearts

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove

head full of noise

Eddie Munson

sunset leather + rooftop smiles

headcanon: going to a metal show with eddie

monster hunting would suck without you

too young to fall in love

TEEN WOLF

Peter Hale

on the breath of a hurricane

THE DREAMER TRILOGY

Declan Lynch / Jordan

veiled in vintage thorns

THE OLD GUARD

Booker ( Sebastian le Livre )

funeral for a ghost

THE ORIGINALS

Kol Mikaelson

watch me crack and shatter

#masterlist #updated august 6th 2022

[lady-phasma]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for the tag @sylasthegrim (it's long, so I had to save it for the weekend).

1. How many works do you have on ao3 (or masterlist)? Almost all of them are cross posted so AO3 says - 27 but that's not totally accurate. I have multi-chapter fics on there and it only counts my drabbles as one (but there are 17 "chapters"). Masterlist and AO3 is Lady_Phasma.

2. What’s your total ao3/tumblr word count? 152,919

3. What fandoms do you write for? House of the Dragon, Dune (Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen), The Sandman, Marvel, The Walking Dead (Daryl Dixon), The Mandalorian, basically anything that interests me even for a moment.

4. Top five fics by kudos. I didn't chapter my Daemyra fic when I started it because I didn't know that I would write chapters. So Zaldrītsos and it's spin-off, Devoted and Enchanted (only on AO3 because dead dove), take up all 5 spots.

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, and usually quickly.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Honestly, not sure. I don't write a lot of angst but maybe my Frank Castle/Punisher fic?

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Here's another lame answer: I don't write much plot so it's difficult to determine. Almost none of my series are complete so I can't judge those. I would say my Daryl Dixon series is on track for a happy ending maybe.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've never received any. I'm sure my style isn't for everyone, but the hate I have gotten has nothing to do with writing.

9. Do you write smut? Almost exclusively. I can only think of three fics I have that aren't smut in some form - one for Aemond, one for Daemon, one for the Punisher.

10. Craziest crossover? I don't write crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I'm amazed that's a question. I guess people do that but it's so crazy to me. I mean, it's possible. I don't really have any way to know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, but the collab ended after one chapter and I am still bummed about that. Aemond x Tyrell ofc. I loved it so much!

14. All time favorite ship? I'm not sure if this means "all time favorite that I have written" or "all time favorite." So both: all time favorite that I have written is probably my Helaemond because it turned out really well (also the first fic I ever cross posted to Tumblr I think); all time favorite is Eleventh Doctor x River Song (and I probably need to write that).

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably my Aemond x ofc series, currently at three chapters. I lost the momentum and have never found it again.

16. What are your writing strengths? Descriptions. Sure, smut descriptions, but settings as well. In the collab mentioned above, I did most of the exposition and the other writer did most of the dialogue. Because:

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I suck at dialogue. And plot. I am way better at dialogue than plot and that's frightening. Also, romance. I'm aro so it is really difficult for me to find the inspiration for romance.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I've written some in High Valyrian. If I can't write in that language at all I try to avoid having characters speak other languages.

19. First fandom you wrote in? The Vampire Chronicles (Interview with a Vampire) around 1993/94. Before I saw the movie adaptation I was obsessed with the books and The Vampire Lestat is still one of my favorite books of all time. My copy from that time has the cover taped on - it is well loved.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? This is so difficult! I think it's a tie. The one I am proudest of is my Aemond x fem!reader x Daemon because I tried something so far outside my wheelhouse and it worked! The one that I enjoy rereading the most might be chapter 1 of Hen embār masti - From the Sea We Came (Daemon x Velaryon ofc). I have more chapters planned (story of my life) because this is my baby. Honorable mention goes to my dead dove on AO3. I'll never post it here and may finish it one day but I really love it.

I was going to tag some people but then I got lazy. 💜 Please consider yourself tagged if you are reading this and interested in answering.

#fanfiction writers #tag game #love my moots #ao3 #this was fun