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redskull199987 · 2 years

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Better Days

Frank Castle x gender!neutral reader

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: Blood, like a lot of blood

Summary: You didn't expect to see your old friend today...

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I almost fell asleep. Almost. It would have been just a few more minutes and I would have slept like a marmot.

But my phone rang. It rang. And rang and rang, untill I finally got up and grabbed it.

"Yeah?", I asked and tiredly rubbed my eyes.

"Y/N? That you?"

Immediately, my head shot up and I was as awake as the day.

It was Frank.

"Frank, man. Where are you, are you alright?", I asked and got up. I took a few quick steps towards my window and casually looked outside.

"Yeah. Not exactly", Frank murmured. He breathed in heavyly.

"Where are you?", I asked, "I'll help you"

He chuckled:"Look outside your door."

"You little bastard", I grinned a sprinted to the door. I ripped it open and there he was.

"Frank Castle"

"Alive and breathing", he smiled.

I chuckled and pulled him in for a hug. He sighed contently, but as soon as I felt a liquid touch my shirt, I pulled back.

I eyed him from head to toe:"Damn Frank, you look like shit. Come on in"

He only nodded and followed me Inside. He sat down on the couch while I got my first aid kid. I had one just for him. He needed help with patching himself up to often for my liking.

"Hey, you have some water?", Frank mumbled and I nodded. I walked into the kitchen and got him some, before putting the glass down in front of him.

"We gotta get you out of that suit", I said and looked at him. He nodded and tried pulling it over his head.

"Hey, wait!", I said. He only grunted, but let me help him.

I carefully grabbed the chest piece with the giant skull on it.

"I'm gonna pull it off in 1...2...",I looked at Frank. He clenched his teeth.

"Three!", I tried pulling it off as fast as possible, but Frank grunted in agony. He couged heavyly and leaned over with a pained look on his face.

"Frank, hey are you okay", I leaned down to him, a hand of mine on his shoulder. Blood was slowly seeping through my carpet, but my only concern tight now was Frank.

"Come on, let's just get over with this", He mumbled and quietly pulled off his blood stained shirt. I eyed his chest.

"Shit", I carefully touched Frank's shoulder, so that he learned forward. I saw no wound on his back. So, the bullet was still inside him.

"We need to get rid of that bullet of yours", I said and helped him lay down on the floor.

I grabbed a pair of gloves, put 'em on and slowly started to work on his wound.

After a few minutes I was finally able to pull that damn bullet out of his chest.

" 'm sorry, Frank", I mumbled while stitching him up. He looked at me and grabbed my hand.

I stopped and looked at him with curiosity in my eyes.

"Thank you", He mumbled. I gave him a small smile and nodded before finishing his stitches.

"Time to clean you up", I stated.

Frank scoffed:"You don't have to"

"But I will!", I laughed, "Look at you and my floor. It's blood stained."

"Fair enough", Frank smiled, so I got up and went to grab a bowl of water and a wet cloth.

I sat back down next to Frank. My head shot up and his piercing blue eyes stared at me. I carefully grabbed his right hand and started cleaning it. After that, his arm and his other hand and arm.

The water was already filled with blood but I slowly started to clean his chest.

I sat next to him, so sometimes I had to reach out for him in order to clean everything properly. That was, untill Frank pulled me onto his lap. I looked at him in surprise but he only grabbed my hand with the cloth in it and laid it back down onto his chest. So, I continued cleaning him up.

After I finished, I slowly cleaned my own hands. And put the cloth back into the bowl. I kept my head down, not daring to look at Frank, but I felt him carefully touch my cheek. His hand was warm and soft, despite the small bruises on his knuckles.

I leaned into his touched and finally dared to look at him.

I saw adoration in his eyes, but also Hurt and anger.

"Frank. I-"

"It's alright", He shushed me and carefully leaned his forehead against mine.

"I know, that this", he eyed us up and down, "It could work because I know that there'll be better days"

"I'm thinking 'bout you, don't worry about us", I smiled.

He only nodded and softly kissed my cheek. His lips lingered on my skin for a hot minute, before he finally pulled away.

I breathed in heavyly:"Come on, big bad Punisher. You need to rest"

Frank only chuckled, but accepted the Hand, I offered him.

I pulled him up with me and he leaned onto my shoulder. A groan left his lips.

"I'll buy you a new carpet, I promise", He mumbled.

I chuckled:"I sure hope you do"

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tomurderornottomurder · 2 years

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naked; frank castle

pair. frank castle x gn!reader

summ. frank comes home to find you naked

gen. fluff

tw. reader is naked, swearing, that's it i think

wc. 400

note. short n sweet thing that was sitting in my drafts that i may have forgot about

The last thing Frank expects to see when he gets home is you running around naked and yet that's what he walks into. He's had quite the long day and he just wants to be with you now. He watches you jump as he opens the door, getting a quick look at your ass before you hide behind the pillar that stands off the side of your living room. "What are you doing?" His nose scrunches up in confusion as he looks at your head that's peeked out.

"Well, I was going to take a shower." He watches you relax and poke your head out some more. "What are you doing home?" He watches as you open the dryer and thusly wrap a towel around yourself.

"You do know I've seen you naked before," He chuckles, stepping closer before he wraps an arm around you and presses a kiss to your head. He looks down at you and you're looking back expectantly. He clears his throat, "Got done early is all."

He hears you sigh and can feel the tension fall from your shoulders. He knows that you have a tendency to worry far more than you should and create scenarios that are never close to happening.

"Now, I gotta ask, baby. Why the hell are you naked, running around our house?" He looks down at you again very amused with himself.

You let out a half-sigh, half-chuckle. "Well, usually I'd get a towel and everything before I shower but I thought we still had some upstairs and I just needed to get out of my clothes, felt dirty. I guess we don't have any towels upstairs," You look up at him before blowing a strand of hair out of your face. The strand hits his chin and he laughs. "Besides," You add, taking a handful of his collar, "this is my apartment. Well, ours but it was mine first!" You stick a finger up in his face. "And I can run around naked if I want!"

He quirks a brow, looking down at you; he's utterly amused. Also, god, does he love you. While you're still making a face at him, he leans down and kisses you. He chuckles against your lips when you make a noise but then you melt against him and he holds you just a bit tighter. "So," He drawls, "since when do you run around naked?"

#murder writes #frank castle x reader #frank castle x gn!reader #frank castle x gn reader #frank castle x gender neutral reader #frank castle x male!reader #frank castle x male reader #frank castle x m reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n

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modern-vellichor · 2 years

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Sobbing, screaming into my pillow, punching the air

YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD WRITER OMGOMGOMG

I just read your latest Frank angst and OMG LITERALLY CRYING

I need you to never stop writing

Do you think you are gonna do a pt 2 to that or no (because I kinda need it) BUT ONLY IF YOU ARE UP TO IT, I don't want to pressure you AT ALL

But I just wanted to tell you how good of a writer you are and I hope you have a wonderful day <33

-a/n; here is a part two of bad year anthem (read it here) -warnings; angst lols

Frank finished the cigarette. He shook and trembled, but not from the cold. He could taste you, lingering in the smoke and on his lips. He was forced back to memories of your touch, your skin. the heat of your breath, everything.

Frank thought back to his days with you. He thought back to every mistake he ever made. He made a vow. He'd never ignore you again, he'd never be blunt, or rude, or threaten you with a knife. He'd never hurt you again. He'd be available and loving and husbandly.

He'd be yours.

So he waited. Every morning, he sat on that bench, by the docks. He bought a lighter, a pink one. He got coffee and shivered in the cold. For a few weeks, you avoided him. You walked behind him and took a back alley to another avenue and took that way to work. But spring was coming, a time of rebirth and new beginnings. A time for a fresh start.

Frank was about to stand and leave, his cold coffee half finished. Then a scarf was wrapped around his neck. You slid into the bench next to him, your coat wrapped tightly around you. There were two steaming cups in your hands. You passed one to Frank without a word. You took a sip, and Frank copied you. It wasn't coffee. The hot chocolate warmed him from the inside out. Out of your pocket, you pulled a crumpled box of cigarettes and pulled one out between your teeth. Frank scrambled to pull the pink lighter out of his pocket. You grinned around your cigarette as Frank lit it for you, his lip pulled between his teeth as he concentrated.

"Good morning, Castle," you mumble.

"I've been waiting for you."

"Oh, I know," you chuckle through smoke. "I've been avoiding you."

Frank smiled and shook his head. He nursed his hot chocolate as he examined you. You never once looked at him. You stared at the water, smiling against your cigarette. The air was so cold he couldn't tell breath from smoke.

"I missed you," he whispered, watching you stub out your cigarette and throw it away.

"That's cute, Frankie."

"I'm serious, sweetheart. I wanna be with you."

You nodded, refusing to meet his eye.

"I wouldn't wait here everyday if I wasn't serious, baby."

"Castle, for fucks sake," you huffed.

You put your empty cup on the ground and chucked Frank's away. The drink went everywhere. Frank opened his mouth to argue but you stopped him. Your fingers curled around his chin as you forced him to meet your eye.

"I'm done with you," you purred through gritted teeth. "Leave me the fuck alone, frankie."

"or what?" he teased with a grin.

"I'll fuckin' chuck you over the docks. Then you'll inherit my loneliness."

You stood up and walked away. Frank watched you go with a smile. He knew a challenge when he heard one. This was nothing but a petty cat fight for dominance. And Frank was going to win.

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brianwashere · 2 years

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Possible fic

Ok so I think this is gunna be a series involving the punisher/frank castle and a male teen reader. I’ve found like zero Frank Castle with a teen reader let alone with a male reader. If more people want a gender neutral reader I’d be up to that but I’d need people commenting/reblogging that they want that.

Daddy issues I see you

~Not my gif~

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martyrmurdock · 1 year

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓

♡ note: frankie really is the king of my heart ♡

♡ pairing: frank castle x gn reader

♡ word count: .8k

♡ tags: fluff, mentions of blood and injuries (not graphic), sweetheart used a pet name for reader

it is well past two in the morning by the time frank enters the apartment. within the walls that have housed him for the past few months, it is dark as night save for the dim light flickering every now and then in the kitchen. he does not bother with taking off his combat boots, dirty with a mix of grime and blood, but he does soften his steps, his footfalls nearly silent as he makes his way to the kitchen, drawn in like a moth to an open flame.

he stops right at the entrance of the kitchen, his broad frame taking up the entirety of the narrow space separating the kitchen from the rest of the room. you're the sole occupant of the kitchen, and frank quietly observes you. he'll make himself known or you'll notice him, but before then, he takes the sight of you in.

you have a soft throw blanket, which you bought on sale from the department store, wrapped around your shoulders. beneath the blanket, you're wearing your pajamas, which consists of one of frank's t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants that are a good few years old by now. you're slightly hunched over the counter. there is a white mug printed with some design that you found cute when you first saw it that sits between your hands as you stir the liquid, deep brown in color, within it using a small metal spoon.

as if you can feel frank's eyes on you, you look up at that exact moment and meet his gaze. there is no indication of any surprise or shock on your face when your eyes meet frank's. your eyes merely crinkle at the edges as your lips stretch into a smile, softened by the sleepiness you must be feeling.

you lift the mug you're holding, and frank can see the flowery pattern that decorates the space between your fingers. "you want some hot cocoa, frankie?"

the corners of his lips twitch.

"i'd love some," frank says, even though he's not the fondest of hot chocolate. he is not lying, however. he thinks he would agree to anything you asked of him if it made you happy.

he watches as you open up one of the cabinets and grab a mug for him, the matching one to the one on the counter. you glance back at him and make a shooing motion.

"go get yourself cleaned up while i make you a mug."

frank knows better than to argue with you and nods. but before he leaves for the bathroom, he enters the kitchen and slowly walks until he is right beside you. you angle your body to face him, looking at him with an unspoken question written across your face. frank answers by pressing his forehead to yours. your eyes flutter shut, and a comfortable silence falls over you like a gentle wave.

frank breaks it with a "thank you, sweetheart." his lips brush against your temple before he leaves the kitchen to go get himself cleaned up. he may not be seriously injured, but he is still covered in filth.

he quickly washes up in the shower, scrubbing away all the grime and dried blood that's stuck to his skin. it swirls down the drain before disappearing from frank's view. once he's satisfied with his state of cleanliness, frank turns the water off. while mist from the heat of his shower still clings to every surface in the bathroom, frank diligently dresses his wounds before dressing himself.

a fresh mug of hot chocolate already sits on the counter, still steaming and waiting for frank, by the time he's finished cleaning himself up. your mug, empty now, is placed in the sink, to be washed at a later time.

once you notice frank, you carefully pick up the mug, mindful of how hot the ceramic is, and hold it out for him to take. his fingers overlap with yours, and he lets his touch linger, only briefly, before he eventually takes the mug from you.

"thank you, sweetheart," frank says again. he tilts the mug back and takes a long, slow sip of the hot chocolate, letting the warm and rich flavor lie on his tongue. “tastes great,” he says, his words truthful and honest. frank may not love hot chocolate, but he sure as hell loves the way you make it. you make a mean hot chocolate.

“i’m glad you like it,” you say, giving frank a soft, sloping smile. you pull your slipping blanket tighter around your shoulders before waddling closer to frank. you open up your arms, inviting frank into your blanket. he silently accepts the invitation, wrapping an arm around you and gently pulling you close to him. you press your cheek against frank’s chest and loudly sigh in contentment. “things taste better when they’re made with love, don’t they?” you muse.

frank takes another sip of hot chocolate, warmth seeping into every fiber of his body and settling deep into his bones. the corner of his lips quirks up in a small lopsided smile, one that’s unbearably fond and soft. one that is reserved only for you.

“yeah,” he says, “yeah, they do.”

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alidafirtup · 2 years

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stay with me, my blood, you don't need to run (frank castle)

▪️pairing: frank castle & castle!gn!reader –but more leaning to male reader really–dad!frank all the way man

▪️word count: longer than i thought this would turn out to be um,

▪️summary: reader is frank's oldest child. aged around 18-19ish just fresh outta highschool. reader thought frank's actually dead after the boat explosion in daredevil season two until they were taken by some bad guys and frank has to come get them

▪️warnings: angstttttt, violence, mentions of death, reader having The Big Sad™️, reader pointing a gun at frank, swear words, just overal angry, angry reader. bit ooc on frank probably idk man this is just brain vomit. notice the writing style jumping around and shit heh. this is my first time actually writing a full one shot story instead of my usual blurbs and ideas, be gentle bc i will cry. english is like, my 3rd language so mistakes and warnings i forgot to mention would be 100% my fault and please be careful

[gifs r mine, sorry they're ass lmaoo]

Having your father being who he was you should've know this day will come. Well, to be fair you're a bit surprised this didn't happen when you sat on the podium of the courtroom in the Frank Castle vs. The People of New York case trial. Everybody knows your name and face now because of what he did. And sooner or later will come men demand you to pay for what your father has done. A vicious never ending cycle of 'Eye for an eye' situation. Alas, you were too busy living inside your head to think about this moment.

It's no one's fault but those who pulled the trigger, really. You are only alive because you weren't there the day the massacre happened. Some stupid school thing you didn't even remember how important it was that you chose to go there instead of spending time going to the park with your family. It was also the day after your dad came home after being away serving for so long. Your mom thought it would be wonderful to go out on a picnic, it was a beautiful day outside too. Hell, even Uncle Billy was there. All you remember was the moment the school staff called you to the office to tell you what happened.

You were never even that close with your father to begin with, what with his time with the army and all. You didn't even know the man that well really, he was away all the time and when he's home his soul isn't home at all. They say war changes people. And he got that thousand yards stare people always joke around about. He never even bothered to make a small talk. It's like he'd rather to be in war than to be home with you. But then again Frank wasn't the man with many words anyway. All you know was that your dad proposed to your mom the next day he found out your mom was pregnant with you. That change little by little when your parents decided to have Lisa and Junior though, he started to come home more often than he used to. He also warmed up more and actually tried to talk to you here and there. Asking you how school was, which you always answer with a quiet "It's fine," or, "It's great." and the conversation dies there, et cetera, et cetera. You didn't really feel the need to talk or get to know him so you just... didn't bother either. You were fine with him being away, it's what you got for having a marine as a dad anyway.

Your baby siblings were different though, with them being a lot younger than you. They're always so excited. Every single time your dad's home it's like it's Christmas. Every single time. Their smiles and cheers light up the whole room like that evening star in the Princess and The Frog movie. You dad was like that evening star for them, they told you so one day.

"That's weird. The star's name is Evangeline. Does he look like an Evangeline to you? also it sounds like he's dead the way you two look at the stars while thinking about dad," you made a face at Lisa as she played with one of the many plastic dinosours she owned.

"Never say that again." Your mom sternly said as she puts down a plate of cookies on the floor. She had this look in her eyes that had you shut your mouth immediately.

Not a day, not a second that you're not thinking about your siblings. They were so young, too young. It's not fair. The world is so cruel, cold and so cruel. Oftentimes your twisted, selfish side wish you were there at the park with them just so it could spare you the pain. Everything happened too fast, you lost everything you had in just one day. Your family, your innocence, your future, your hope, everything just, gone, that day. Vanish. Poof. You might as well just lose your dad too with the way he was hanging on a thread the moment he woke up from his coma. You didn't even recognize the man anymore, he was just so... out of it. Memory fading in and out you had to help him fill in on what happened. But somehow he recognized you, even called you by your name. You didn't know if you should feel relieved by that or worried since the guy never really refer to you as anything other than "Kid" or "Buddy", in fact you didn't really know what to feel at those times what with every single feelings known being thrown at you like bricks. You visited him every day he was at the hospital nevertheless.

Every other day you would go to the park as well. You would sit on one of the benches in front of the carousel and just, think about everything that happened to you. Taking the time to feel sorry for yourself because shit, you were just a kid too. One night you lost track of time and actually sat until dawn. You didn't realize until the warmth of the sun hit your nose and you hear birds chirp their morning sonnet. You marvelled the way the sunlight hit the tip of the the carousel roof and all the painted ponies just right.

Only when your father decided to go on his killing spree quest did you really lost every thing then. Gunning down every single one who so much as sniffed on the idea of the carousel massacre. You see Frank as a complete stranger now. You were also too caught up in grief to call him out about how wrong his doings were. He's a marine, killing people is his job. Doesn't matter that the only difference is that the army is legal. You didn't care about that, those bastards deserves it anyway. They have to pay, every single one of them for taking your mom from you. She didn't even got the time to guide you through your life for fuck's sake.

Frank pulled himself away too, choosing to live in his van and away from you. You realize that it's not safe to live in your old home too so you moved in to a studio apartment which every now and then–as in, every few months– Frank would visit all bloody and battered when he got wounds that he can't fix himself and needed someone to do it for him. Like the one time he got shot in the ass and couldn't take the bullet out by himself.

"Dad, I don't know what I'm doing," you anxiously told him, one hand holding a pair of forceps.

"Look just take the goddamn bullet out and close the wound, alright," he gruffly demanded, leaning over the sink ass out and everything. Quite a night if you think so yourself.

And some nights are better than the other, sometimes worse, sometimes Frank would strut into your place barely alive, swaying left and right dripping blood everywhere that you had to call Uncle Curt as if he's your personal doctor. Well, he basically is now isn't he whether he likes it or not. Poor guy just needs his rest.

You also remember one night Frank showed up to your apartment with almost to no scratch on his skin at all, bringing some McD's and quipped "Y'should put some meat in those skinny arms of yours, kid." which you return with a pair of confused eyes and a snort.

Some days you wish these kinda nights would bring the two of you closer, you wish Frank would just sit down, just for a moment with you. Process what happened. To grieve for your family, or just think about them rather than their deaths tearing the two of you apart. You're all each other's got left afterall.

One fateful night Frank came over, face black and blue but he stood tall. Announcing you about the guy called "The Blacksmith" saying he's going after him, putting an end to this. You never know about the boat, you never asked. You don't think you want to know anything about what Frank has been doing every night.

The next morning you woke up with a "FRANK CASTLE DEAD: Escaped Vigilante Suspected Dead After Explosion" written in giant letters and a picture of an x-ray scan of a skull, Frank's skull. You never went out of bed the next 36 hours after you read the paper. You didn't even cry you just felt so...hollow. You never now how emptiness could ever feel so heavy.

Everything was going so fast sometimes you feel like you're in a timelapse documentation of your own life with you being the only one moving in slow motion. The trial, The Daredevil, your dad going to jail, your dad going out of jail, Wilson Fisk. Only time when time seems to slow down was when you're at the park in the middle of the night. And that's where you are right now.

You were sitting in front of the carousel when you feel something prick at the back of your neck. Your hand went up to touch your neck and you pull out some kind of...dart?

"That's not fair..." you feel yourself sway forward but before you fall on your face they were two men grabbing you and the last thing you see were them pulling you into a van.

You wake up to some guy pushing something up your nose that got you inhale sharply and coughing from the smell. You're strapped to a chair, wrists and ankles, great. Your eyes dart around the dim litted damp cold room, some kind of basement, you feel. "How original," you irked.

"We awake?" a guy goes to grab your chin, "Hi there," he chirps, you look him straight in the eye.

"Is this the part where I ask you who you are and what you want from me?" you challenge lazily.

"No," he honest to God giggled, "This is the part where I punch you in the face." he hissed as he does what he said. His knuckles meets your temple which soon is going to give you a not-so-aesthetic black eye. Sissy bitch. "Now you can ask me who am I and what I want from you– actually no why don't I save us both the time and energy, you pick one kid; who am I or what do I want from you."

But before you can even think of answering he says again, "Good choice!" his voice actually turn from annoying to aggravating. He should really pick a struggle. "I want your dad." Okay. You've had just about enough of his bullshit.

You actually let out a chuckle though, you can't lie that that was not a good joke, "Why don't you go suck my dick since you got me all tied up and unmoving you kinky piece of–" he awarded you with another punch to the nose this time, got it running blood from one nostril almost immediately, God, no wonder those soccer kids in your school says you're a nerd. Thank Christ school's over for good.

"That's homophobic." you breathe. "You know if you want my Da so much why don't you dug him up yourself? Mount Zion Cemetery, 6 feet under the ground where he lays. He's fucking dead you imbecilic bitch,"

The guy stares you down. You wonder what'll happen if you ask for his name since you're getting tired of calling him "This Guy" in your head. He calls for his men and gestures towards you with his chin.

You let out a dramatic sigh. "What's with you men and beating people up in groups to get the information you need? God, if that's not small dick energy i don't know what–" your words were left unfinished as a slap lands on your face.

"You wanna be as tough as your old man you're gonna wanna shut that hole in the middle of your face." he growled.

"Look," you heave after a shit ton of beatings later, you hate that you almost beg now, "I'm trying to tell you scumbags you've got the wrong kid, alright? My 'old man', he's dead."

"See, I thought that too. but he keeps coming back, you know, like a cockroach, but with guns."

You scoffed, panting slightly. One of your nostrils is clogged, thick blood running slowly down the other. God, does your sinuses burn.

"You watch the news lately kid?"

You spit, seeing droplets of crimson, chest expanded as you take a deep breath. "'Fuck you mean,"

Once again your words were just a trail off and apparently this guy's not the one to let people finish their sentences. He shoves a phone into your face, the screen showing a dashcam footage of man running into the hood of a car who happens to be...Frank. That's Frank. That's your dad in the footage. You feel your heart starts beating really fast. Okay...maybe this guy slaps you a bit too hard. Then again you wouldn't be here strapped to a chair getting beat to a pulp if the video isn't real.

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"How long you're going to do this again?"

"Curt." Frank warns.

"I can't lie anymore to the kid Frank do you know how many times I have to–"

"It's better this way you hear me? I can't lose the kid."

"Yeah, speaking of the kid–" Micro chimed in, interrupting what was soon to be a heated argument between the ex-soldiers. His eyes scan one of the many screen in the basement. The one that's set to the camera Frank sneaked into your room in one of his visits.

"Kid's should be home by now right?"

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You're woken up again by a hand harshly wiping the blood that drips out of your mouth with a towel. You received another dozens of beating after your reaction from watching the footage resulting in you passing out after a good punch to the nose. Damn, apparently it's a sin for not knowing what the hell is going on. You blink your eyes open almost lazily and catch a glimpse of a gun sitting nicely on the back pocket of your taker. You eye it for a moment before he cooes, "Oh, you want this? it's not gonna help you sweet cheeks," he said as he put his hand on the pistol briefly.

Suddenly you hear guns blazing outside of the room, you hear the alarmed almost scared tone in your taker's voice. "He's here," before he hurries to take a knife from his sleeve to cut off the ties that bound you to the chair, pulls you out of your feet and wraps his arm around your throat while his other arm went around his back to grab his gun and point it to your temple.

Frank kicks the door open, taking the other two goons of your taker with two clean headshots.

"Put your gun down or I'll french fry your little mini me's brains out."

"What–" you breathe, Frank shushes you, telling you it's alright, that you're okay.

The guy looks between the two of you and chuckles, "Oh, I remember what it's like being the firstborn, you parents don't give a shit enough about you that you basically raise yourself."

You've had enough of this guy's bullshit for real this time and a sudden wave of adrenaline gifted from everything that is happening right now got you slamming your heel to his foot hard and somehow grabbed his gun and kill him with two shots.

Then point the gun to Frank.

So turns out your dad is alive all this time and has been "watching over you" through cameras with some guy called Micro who also does the same thing to his family. That's how he knows your location. You couldn't believe this, You should've know all about this but you were so caught up in your head that something so mundane like someone setting up a camera around your house were went unnoticed by you. Unlike your dad technology was always your thing. You feel so sick you taste bile in your throat. Frank put his palms up while still shushing you like you're an animal going feral

"Kid–"

"Stay right there."

"Woah, shshh... hey, now, it's okay, it's me, it's me kid. I know you're mad, I know you're confused, but I needed to get away. I needed to keep you safe," Frank is freaking out a bit, words tumbling out of his mouth in rambles.

"No."

"Kid, put the gun down,"

"Speak."

"Easy–"

"What?! What were you trying to say?" you shouted, "Talk,"

"I was trying to protect you–"

"Yeah, you're doing a pretty shit job at it," your words are snaled, eyes glassy with unshed traitorous tears. God every inch of your body hurt. Frank put his hands up, almost stunned, mouth opening and closing again.

"Protect me from what, huh? What is it you were keeping me safe from? Bad people? Those you've killed? Those you made pay for our family? Ones that i have to pay too?"

Frank makes an attempt to take a step closer. "No. No, no, listen to me–"

"Come any closer, I swear to Christ I will unload this fucking thing," you're hysterical now, body shaking, But your hands are impossibly still, holding the weapon. So tight the knuckles turning white because of it. It's almost like holding a gun was as easy as blinking your eyes despite it being your first time. Frank thinks for a brief second that you'd make a good soldier if it was a different situation. Frank can't do nothing other than holding his hands up pleading–begging for his kid to calm down just for a bit, to let him talk, to listen.

"You're dead." you hate how your voice shake and your vision blurry with tears. You hate that you feel weak in front of Frank.

"Please, I–" Frank continues to try to shush you as if he's trying to calm an animal going feral.

"No you're dead! my father is dead. I saw that boat got blown to shit. You have a gravestone just like them. Just like mom. I visit you. Every week. I tell you what's going on with my life. I mourned you. I grieved for you. I–" you're breathing so hard right now it hurt your chest.

Something snapped in your mind, "Does Curt know?"

"He doesn't know this would happen–"

"Cut the bullshit, Frank. Does. He. Know."

"Yeah." remorse fills Frank's tone.

"All this time," you scoff out a laugh, deep from your hurting chest in disbelieve. You put the gun down finally but the safety is still off.

"Every single night I've thought to end it all because there is no point in keeping on going. I can not do this alone. And you just sat there, yeah? Watching me. keeping me 'safe'. you said."

"Look kid, I know I should've come for you but it ain't that easy."

"You know what, I dont give a shit–"

Frank just doesn't want you to say things you don't mean, "Be careful with your words–"

"I don't wanna hear another single goddamn word out of your mouth," you grit through your teeth. Even after all the shit he put you through his ass still scolds you for saying bad words? He's done.

"I don't give a shit what you did, I don't care that you kill people because you're not the only one who's angry, who's enraged. Even in your "punisher" days. Even standing in court of your trial I stood up for you."

Frank averts his eyes to the gun still in your hand. He can't see you in your eyes. The hurtful look in your eyes, Frank doesn't think he'll be able to forget that, it's engrained into his brain forever now.

"I lost my mother. I lost my baby siblings, I lost everyone I have ever cared of. Everyone. But I was wrong right? Not all of them. You're here. Like, here here. breathing and kicking.

"You should've come for me you got that right. but you know what I would've understand. I'd understand you gotta go. That you gotta do what you gotta do. The least you could do was teach me how to fight. You would've want me to fight, right? 'Least you could do was teach me to be something. Someone that's not helpless. So you don't have to what keep me 'safe'."

You gulped, eyes drilling holes into Frank's face. Man, were you thirsty. "But no instead you gotta leave me, alone with only my thoughts,"

Frank stands there, trigger finger twitching like crazy. Letting you let out your anger. Every words, every curse you throw at him, he deserves it all.

"I never ask for much, you know? Even as a child, You know I always keep to myself. And I needed someone. I needed you. Like we don't even have to talk I wanted to just sit with you. That's it, dad. That's all I ever want. I promise that's it please, I promise–" your words morph into broken sobs as you can't take it anymore and that's where Frank marches forward and grabs you, wrapping you in his arms so tight as if his life depended on it, you relaxed a little in his arms and that's where he grabbed the gun from your hand and toss it far. Far away he didnt even know where it lands.

"Shhh, shh it's okay, I'm so sorry, you're okay, it's going to be okay, God, I am so sorry," his words are murmured at the top of your head, over and over and over like a prayer. Bodies trembling, you let out another quiet sob into his chest. As if you feel like you shouldn't cry. Like you think your dad doesn't deserve a single one of your tears and that's when you realized.

You pushed Frank so hard his much bigger frame actually tumbles over and falls to his side. You didn't know where all this strength came from but you don't care, everything hurt too much and you're so, so exhausted. Frank stares up at you with a stunned disbelieved look in his tear stained face.

However the force from it all affected you as well as you feel your body sway and your legs gives up causing you to drop to your knees out of exhaustion. Frank crawled over to you just in time before you hit your head on the ground, catching you again in his arms.

You wake up again, the third time from passing out, sitting in the passenger seat. Head against the window, you stare at the trees you drove by.

"You alright?" Frank cautiously asks.

You don't answer, lips sealed shut. It's silent the entire ride.

#i think im #nap now #frank castle x reader #frank castle #frank castle x gender neutral reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x castle!reader #frank castle angst #the punisher #jon bernthal #the punisher x reader #frank castle x gn!reader

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anna-hawk · 2 years

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👅 On your knees 👅

Pairing: Frank Castle x GN!Reader Fandom: The Punisher Rating: E 🔞 Word Count: 2k~ Summary: Frank looks stunning in his new clothes, and you just want to get your mouth on him. Warnings: oral sex (male receiving)

Jon's latest photoshoot gave me this idea. I think it says enough about how much I liked the pics, yeah? XD

Your leg is jumping where you’re sitting in the back seat of the cab that is driving you home. Frank is sitting next to you, his thigh touching the one that isn’t bouncing continuously. You haven’t said a single word since leaving Karen’s birthday party, too worried that whatever would come out of your mouth would be highly inappropriate for the back of a cab.

You’re pretty certain that the taxi driver must have seen their fair share of weird and crazy stuff happening in this back seat, but you refuse to be part of that list. No, you’d been able to hold yourself back through the whole party, so a few more minutes weren’t going to kill you. Or so you’d thought, at least. You hadn’t thought about the fact that Frank would be sitting so close to you with one of his large hands on your thigh. He’s not doing anything with it, but the simple weight of it on your body is doing unspeakable things to you at the moment.

You bite over the pad of your thumb as you look out the window, checking the street names to see if you’re close to your apartment yet. You also try not to look at Frank any more than you have to, not wanting your resolve to shatter right before you are getting home.

You take in a sharp breath as Frank’s fingers tighten over your thigh. The pressure isn’t strong, but you want those hands somewhere else, squeezing that bit harder. You can feel the last shreds of your patience falling away, your body already turning to Frank, when the driver stops you by speaking and the car coming to a halt.

“Here we go,” he says before announcing the price for the drive.

As fast as you can, you retrieve your wallet and hand the money over to practically throw yourself out of the car right after and hurry to the entrance of the building ahead.

Frank is behind you a second later, pushing the heavy glass door open after you’ve typed in the digital code. Once inside the lift, you press the button to your level and lean against the wall. Your hands fidget, wanting to reach for Frank so badly, but not now, not yet. You only have to wait a little more. Frank isn’t making it easy on you, however. And why would he? He knows exactly what is going on in your head and enjoys himself immensely as he tries – and succeeds – to rile you up further. Like he’s been doing all night and doing now by pressing closer, standing right in front of you and leaning into your space. He’s not touching you, but he’s so large, his presence so intense, that it’s like you can feel him anyway.

The elevator dings and the metal doors slide open after some very long seconds that tear at your sanity. You’re out of the lift and at the door to your apartment in no time, cursing when you remember that Frank is the one who has the keys. The bastard is taking his lovely time walking over, his hands deep in the pockets of his slacks and highlighting his-

You tear your eyes away with a force of will that you didn’t know you still had and look in front of you, tapping a heel on the floor in frustration. Frank sidles up to you and opens the door, walking into the apartment with slow steps.

As soon as the door has fallen shut on you, you fall to your knees in front of Frank, who has already turned to face you, smirk in place over his smoothly shaved face.

“A bit impatient?” He dares to ask, and if you weren’t as turned on as you are, you’d have a biting reply ready for him. But you are turned on, incredibly so, meaning that you can only nod as your eyes drift over him to take his appearance in once more.

Frank had opted for simple clothes, yet they are so beautifully tailored to his features, that they highlight him perfectly. The chocolate colored shirt he’s wearing has a zipper that, fully opened as it is, shows the top of his chest. The material stretches over said chest, showing off his pecs and giving you the urge to grab them. The shirt is already doing things to you, but the dark slacks have been driving you crazy all evening. As simple as they are, they sit around his strong and long legs nicely, but the best part is that they’re so well-fitted that they span deliciously over Frank’s ass and his crotch.

You can’t explain the intense reaction that you are having towards his appearance tonight. It isn’t like you’ve never seen him well-dressed before. Just like having seen him naked several times as well. You know what to expect. And yet here you are, on your knees and desperate to open those pants and reveal him to you. The bulge, apparent even soft, has been teasing you all night, and it’s getting worse and worse as it’s getting bigger, Frank’s cock thickening behind that barrier of clothes.

“Please,” you breathe, your hands reaching for the fastenings of his slacks.

Frank takes a step back with a click of his tongue.

“Hands behind your back. It’s only your mouth tonight,” he instructs, voice rumbling and making you shiver at the directive tone.

You comply without a word and look up at him expectantly.

“There you go, Sweetheart.” He opens the top of his pants, the belt-like fastening slightly tricky to open, but stops there. “You want it? You gonna have to work for it.”

Swallowing thickly and emitting a small noise at the want running through your body, you shuffle forward on your knees and lean in to try and catch the top of the zipper. You manage to get it between your teeth on the third try, the tiny metal piece making it harder to seize just right, and pull it down. You’re instantly greeted by his dick, coming to slap you unexpectedly in the face. You are taken aback for a second because Frank rarely goes commando, but it also explains why you’d been able to see so much of him tonight.

“You did it on purpose,” you accuse him, suddenly realizing that Frank must have known how you’d react. Your words lack any heat, though, at least not the heat that is running through you.

Frank’s answer is in the form of a smirk. You swallow thickly, your breath catching at his show of confidence. Frank knows you so well.

Taking himself in hand, Frank presses the tip of his cock against your lower lip, dragging it down slightly and smearing some of his pre-come over it. You reflexively poke your tongue out to catch more of it, groaning at the taste of him.

“Now, open your mouth, Sweetheart, and show me that tongue,” Frank orders casually, but his eyes never leave your face, scanning your every expression.

Dutifully, you do as told and stick your tongue out. Frank slides the head over it, from side to side, before slowly pushing into your mouth. You automatically close it around him, already humming at feeling his size inside you, but Frank makes the same displeased sound as before and pulls out.

“Didn’t say you could suck it, did I?” The thumb of his other hand strokes over your cheekbone, the touch soft in contrast with his rebuke. “Keep your mouth open and tongue out… and don’t move.”

Swallowing again, you nod and do just as ordered.

“Yeah, there we go.” Frank lets his cock slip and slide over your tongue, sometimes around your lips and under your tongue, teasing you.

You have to fight to keep in position when Frank enters your mouth again, wanting nothing more than to suck him in, do something, take him deeper. Because he’s not pushing far, at least not far enough to put any strain on your throat. He’s just using your tongue for the friction while sporadically fisting his hand over the entire length, his other hand gently keeping your head in place by your nape.

“You’re doin’ so good for me. Makin’ me feel good,” Frank praises, voice deep and guttural, forcing your eyes closed at his words and the way they sound. “Alright… now you can suck me off but,” he stops you right before you hungrily lean in to do just that. “I set the pace. Got it?”

You nod, your mouth closing for a moment to swallow from keeping it open for so long, and take the tip of his cock between your lips when he leans in again.

Frank takes his time once again. It seems to be the theme of the night, Frank driving you crazy with want at the slowest pace. Since you aren’t allowed to do much, you use every possible move you can with your tongue instead. You press the flat of your tongue hard against his whole length as it thrusts in and out unhurriedly, before teasing along the nerves right under the head with the tip of your tongue. Frank doesn’t complain about it, quite the opposite, really. You lift your eyes to his, finding him staring at you, his nostrils flaring every time he exhales, and you suck or lick over him just right.

“I thought of this all night,” Frank suddenly starts talking again, gaining your full attention. “‘Cause I know you like how I look tonight, but you have no idea what you did to me, did ya? Lookin’ at me all the time. Shit, Sweetheart, you were like an open book. I could practically hear you thinkin’. Did ya know that you kept suckin’ on that fuckin’ straw in your cocktails? Even when it was empty?” Frank pushes a little faster inside before retreating and letting you suck just over the tip again, groaning deeply as you do it.

You stare up at him, eyes wide as you realize that you did not, in fact, notice any of it. You’d been too focused on Frank and unconsciously projected your desire.

“But you’ve been so good tonight, Love, so good. Think you deserve a reward,” Frank groans as he pulls out, and you let him go with a disappointed pop, believing that you’d get to have more of him finally.

Instead, Frank slowly starts jerking himself off, staring at you intently.

“Touch yourself for me,” he rumbles.

You gasp, having thought for a moment that you wouldn’t be allowed to come, and bring your hands back to the front and tug at your clothes to gain access to yourself. You waste no time, stroking yourself rapidly as you watch Frank staring back at you, taking in each of your moves.

“Gimme that tongue again.”

You moan and open your mouth, letting the tip of his cock press against your tongue as Frank pumps himself quickly.

“Already so close, hm?” Frank’s voice drops into a half whisper, while the hand still at your neck slides into the base of your hair to angle you perfectly for what he has in mind.

“Mhm, mhm,” you moan, feeling the first tingling of your release at the end of your spine. It’s unsurprising with how strung high you’ve been ever since the party. But you're holding back for Frank, wanting to come with the taste of him on your tongue, knowing exactly that this is what he’s aiming for.

He doesn’t make you wait long, himself having held on for a long time and teasing himself while he teased you. Frank's climax hits him so hard, that the hand in your hair leaves to catch him on the door and makes him lean further over you. You never lose your rhythm on yourself, though, and manage to keep your head at the right angle to catch all of Frank’s release on your tongue. It isn’t an easy feat, since you shatter at his feet, your own orgasm ripping through you and leaving you winded, only able to gather Frank’s come on your tongue before retracting it in your mouth.

You slump forward while you catch your breath, swallowing everything Frank gave you. Frank joins you a moment later, still breathing hard, as he kneels in front of you and cups your face with two large and warm hands. He kisses you without a word, but the praise is clear anyway; you did more than well.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #frank castle #the punisher #the punisher fanfiction #frank castle fanfiction #tps ff #mes fics #I was hungry okay?

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yourloverfromthepast · 2 years

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Ok bitches, hear me out: You and Frank are about to do it but it's your first time. I'll probably write it in the future but- this is how I like to imagine it. (There's a pretty large age gap between reader and Frank)

The two of you are making out on the couch;

He lifts you up, still kissing you, and brings you to his bedroom;

With your head full of thoughts, you put your hand on his chest and stop him;

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yes it's just- uhm, I- no, I'm not.." You say moving away;

"If- if you don't want to do it it's okay, I don't wanna force you" he says caressing your cheek

"Oh god no! I mean- yes! Yes! I do want to do it, but...Frank, do- do you remember...how old I am?"

He backs away and sighs "Oh.."

"Nonono wait! It's not that the problem, you know I don't care about age at all, but...I don't know how to say this...you know what? It doesn't matter, I don't wanna do it like this"

He put his hand on your shoulder "It's ok sweetheart, take your time. What do you mean by that?"

"Oh god...Frank, I have feelings for you, ok? And no, I'm not talking about 'oh yeah, he's my buddy! I love my friend!' Ok? I have- very strong feelings for you. Plus, this would be...this would *sighs* this would be my..." a little embarrassed, you whisper "my first time...ok?"

Looking at the floor, he remains silent, waiting for you to continue.

"And even if I want to have sex with you, I can't do it knowing you don't feel the same. I'm sorry if I ruined everything, I just can't" you say standing up and walking away

Frank grabs you by your wrist and pulls you gently to him saying "Who said I don't have feelings for you?" and just hugs you, kissing you on the forehead.

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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Daredevil Masterlist

One Shots

Atomic - Tumblr Black Suit of Sin Smut. E.

Part Of Me - Tumblr | Ao3 venom symbiote!Matt X female reader, tentacle porn with fluffy feelings. E.

No Show - Tumblr female reader x Matt Murderdock x Elektra, reader gets stood up but has a blast of a night anyway! E.

More - Tumblr college!Matt x virgin reader request, Matt's gentle at first but gets a bit carried away, smut, E.

Drunk in Love - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt x gn!reader. Alcohol mention, vomiting, fluff, humour. M.

Move Me - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 boxer Matt X dancer f!Reader. Mild angst, fluff. G.

Wish These Snakes Were Your Arms - Matt x succubus reader smutty whump with biting, blood and season 3 style depression. E.

Returns and Reruns - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Fratt, hookup, sort of established kind of thing. Anal sex. E

Turn - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 priest!matt/f!reader, tons of religious tropes, sacrilicious oral (f & m) and sex, corruption, E.

Listen - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 college!Matt/gn reader, masturbation, voice kink. E.

Good Girls Finish First - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt/female reader, praise kink smut, p in v, slight denial. E.

La Belle et le Bad Boy - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock/Succubus!Reader, pheromones, smut. E

Assist - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock/Reader, ANGST drabble, Matt finds out reader is Elektra's sister. G

Justify - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock/F!Reader, shibari rope bondage, religious tropes, maximum smut, oral, multiple orgasms, p in v sex, overstim, E

Keep Them On - Tumblr | Ao3 Matt Murdock/F!Reader, he's wearing sweatpants. E

Forgiven - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock/gn!reader, you find out Matt is DD... angsty but feelings! M

Discipline (full, part 1) - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock/F!Reader, shibari rope bondage, oral (f and m), unprotected sex, E

Discipline (Drabble) - Tumblr Matt Murdock/reader, Matt's having trouble stopping himself and asks you for help. A shibari drabble which is currently being extended! M(will change to E)

Ease - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock / f!Reader. Period Pain, Smut, Fingering, Fluff. E

So Heavy I Fell Through the Earth - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock / f!Reader. Sort of somnophilia, Matt is amazing at eating pussy. E

Hold the Avo - Tumblr Matt Murdock/f!Reader. Roleplay, f gentle Dom, first time m anal. E

Sacrament - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock / f!Reader. Honeymoon sex in the hotel. E

Part I, The Deep Cut - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock / gn!Reader. Angst, Breakup, Whump M

Part II, Lover, You Should Have Come Over - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock x gn! Reader, hurt/comfort, whump M

The Green, Green Dress - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock / f!Reader. Semi-public sex. E

Assignation - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock / Frank Castle / f!Reader. Threesome E

Drabbles

One last try - Matt x gender neutral reader. angsty, jealousy bit of smut. M.

Werewolf!Matt - what it says on the tin. E.

Shop Talk - Murderdock is very busy with work, but that isn't going to prevent him from keeping you satisfied. Semi public sex, E

Don't Ask - cunnilingus and Matt getting pussy drunk, coming untouched. E.

Not You - Fratt, angst, very whumpy torture, blood, suffering, mention of death. E.

Attached - no warnings, humour, fluff. G.

Matt kiss thots 😘

Sleepy Head - soft slightly smutty Fratt. M.

Xmas - Matt Murdock x gn reader, Matt is dog tired and you take care of him. G

Pancakes - Matt x Frank x gn reader. the boys have been out on patrol and come back a little worse for wear. G

Matt has a nightmare - Matt x Frank, fluff. G.

"I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that" - Matt x f!reader + bit of Frank, oral. E

Those Silent Sirens - Matt/f!reader, sexy/angsty drabble about two vigilantes. M.

Dissent from the Fear - f! Reader, small drabble, G.

Soft Matt thoughts gn!reader, for when you're down, G.

Tasting Notes - gn!reader, taking Matt on a wine tasting date, fluff G.

A Velvet Rope - poetic angst about Matt and love. G

Genesis - Matt Murdock/F!reader, fluffy love drabble with a lil surprise at the end. G

Judge and Jury - short Matt Murdock angst. M

Matt/Frank/Reader Strawberryverse

🍓 When Girls Telephone Boys - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt/Frank/Reader, missing your guys while they're away, you call and get them to play for you... Bukkake, E.

🍓 Bad Taste - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt/f!reader, Matt gets mean after a chase (alluded to in Crosshairs), degradation, p in v, aftercare. E.

🍓 Crosshairs - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Frank/Matt/Reader, reader shoots Matt in the ass with a paintball gun. Fluff M.

🍓 Please Hold - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock/Frank Castle/f!Reader, orgasm denial, Matt being bratty, sub Matt, Dom Frank, teasing, fingering. E

🍓 Warpath - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Frank/Matt/f!reader part 2 of Please Hold, bratty Matt gets what he deserves when Frank comes home, anal, oral, threesome. E.

🍓 Strawberry Surprise - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Matt Murdock/Frank Castle/f!Reader. Semi-public smut. E

🍓 Perfect for Me - Tumblr ¦ Ao3 Frank Castle/F Reader, little bit of cheeky gun euphemism, soft Dom Frank. Only a tiny bit smutty. M

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x frank castle #fratt x reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock smut

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