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chvoswxtch · 10 months

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divine

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: you wanna have your way with frank, but he has other plans.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

a/n: riding frank's face has been heavy on the brain lately. pun intended.

word count: 704

Frank feels like he’s in fucking heaven. With your soft thighs on either side of his head, your fingers weaved through his dark and grown out tresses, and his tongue delved deep within your sweet cunt, he’s never been happier.

The evidence of his joy is outlined perfectly in a slate gray peak straining against the soft fabric of those low hanging sweatpants that sparked this sudden explosion of lust. Before your hand could boldly slip past the waistband, Frank had grabbed your wrist delicately and redirected your hips further up. It was rare that Frank was ever selfish when it came to being intimate, but your hunger was no match for his, and he was starving.

Before you could protest about not getting to ride your first choice, his large nose was rubbing deliciously against your tender clit as he inhaled the scent of your arousal from the source and his warm, wet tongue began to explore your soaked cunt. He slowly dragged the wide expanse of his flat tongue against your entire pussy while his large nose stimulated your clit. In a matter of minutes your shyness had evaporated, and his large hands were no longer holding your hips in place to prevent you from pulling away, but kneading the soft flesh of your thighs and dragging your hips closer to his greedy tongue.

Frank had a perfect view of you from this angle. He could could see your pretty pussy dripping onto mouth as he alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your sensitive clit. Your breasts lightly bounced as you moved your hips sensually, riding his face the same way you rode his thick cock. Your lips were parted slightly as melodic moans of pleasure and hymns of his name flew off your tongue. The amber illumination from the golden hour outside slipping past the thin curtains in the room cast an ethereal glow over your skin. You looked downright divine from Frank’s view beneath you.

The harder you tugged at his thick and unruly mess of curls, the closer he knew you were to granting him what he wanted most in that moment; the taste of you. Frank’s deep brown eyes were locked on you the entire time, his pupils nearly blown wide open with pure lust. His own moans and noises of pleasure were muffled by your pussy, and the vibrations of them made your toes curl, but you could hear the faint tune of encouragement in them.

Frank slowly let go of your thighs to guide his large hands up to your waist, gripping firmly as he guided your hips back and forth against his face a little faster, encouraging you to take what you needed the same way he did when you were close to coming from riding his cock. Excitement pulsated in his bloodstream as your thighs tightened around his head, and he groaned in delight as he felt your walls contracting around his tongue.

As you hunched over slightly with your eyes screwed shut and your face contorted in pristine rapture, Frank groaned loudly when the sweet tang of your release finally erupted and filled his mouth. You were tugging at his hair by the root so roughly it stung, but Frank finally allowed his eyes to fall shut as he groaned loudly, basking in the sensation of you weakly rutting your hips against his face to wring out every ounce of euphoria he could offer.

Frank eagerly lapped at your soaked cunt until you were a whimpering mess, trying to pry your overstimulated pussy away from his greedy mouth, and only when he felt satiated did he finally set you free.

There was a huge, toothy grin on his full lips that were completely coated and shining in your slick when you collapsed onto your back beside him. A dark gray wet patch had formed on the front of his sweats, and he could feel the warmth of his own sticky release dribbling down his now half hard cock. A hearty chuckle echoed from deep within his chest as he turned his head to look at you with pure mischief in his eyes.

“Alright, baby. You can fuck me now.”

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riverwalsh · 10 months

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hi nicole !! ♡

do u perhaps have any thoughts on being franks lapdoll … just him having an obsession with constantly pulling you to sit on his leg. is it a protective thing?? does he just like the feeling of your warm ass on him?? the ppl need 2 know 🎤

— princessbrunette

hi baby thank u sm for the ask !!! this started smutty but got p fluffy i hope i did this justice <3

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of course, you love sitting in his lap like that. he loved it too, craved it, even—your body pressed against his chest, practically drooling down his shoulder while you pathetically grind your hips forward, trying to chase your release; one of his hands heavy in the hair at the back of your neck, the other bruising the plush skin of your hips to keep you grounded; voice gruff and heady, dripping with arousal when he whispers in your ear:

“you like that, huh?”

buuuut, he loves putting you on his lap whenever he gets the chance. at home watching a movie, catching up with david and sarah…it goes without saying that he’s possessive over you, but i also know the soft part his heart swells whenever you are sat on his lap. maybe part of it’s feeling the way you melt against him, your body relaxing immediately whenever he’s beneath you. he would never let anything happen to you, absolutely nothing. and he loves that you know it, too—can’t help but smile as he watches you laugh at whatever dumb joke david was making this time, pulling your glass of red wine to the curve of your lips and shifting against him. his hand instinctively moved to your thigh, squeezing just tight enough to say i’m here. i got you.

leaning to the side to get a look at him, the lazy smile on his face makes you press your lips together to keep from giggling, putting your free hand over the top of his and intertwining your fingers to say, i know. i love you, before pressing a kiss to his bottom lip, then the top, then the cute little bump on the bridge of his nose, all the way up to his forehead.

“yeah, yeah,” he’d mumble quietly, and it was getting harder and harder for him to hide the love and adoration that laced his words whenever he spoke to you.

“i love you, too.”

#frank castle #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle imagine #frank castle blurb #frank castle smut #the punisher x reader #the punisher #𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮��*°:⋆

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smut-angel · 2 years

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learning curve

warnings: age gap (45 y/o x 23 y/o), cis! fem (black) reader, dry humping, kissing, cursing, mention of masturbation, virgin! reader

18+ only

reblogs & comments are highly encouraged!

tags: @celestianstars

“was that okay?” you ask meekly. it was just a simple peck- 15 seconds that nearly made you dizzy. frank nods, biting his lip trying to hold down a large grin. “yeah, that was nice,” he replies softly, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. he leans in again, teasing you as his nose softly grazes against your own, your lips open, desperate to touch his again. finally, he breaks the gap and pecks your lips. soon, the pecks form into kisses of longing and desire.

“bet the guys at school are lining up for you,” he said, seemingly out of nowhere.

“no, definitely not. guys at school don’t want me, i’m not their type.”

“no way. you’re a pretty girl…hell, you’re my type.” the usual confidence in his voice began to dip as he realized he was speaking to his best friend’s 23 year old daughter. quickly, he broke eye contact with you, looking down at his boots, trying to think of a way to backtrack on his words.

“i’m your type?” you ask him, fiddling with your cuticles.

“i mean, yeah… if i were younger, of course.”

“guys my age aren’t into me… i haven’t even kissed anyone,” you confessed. you weren’t sure why you even mentioned the kissing part, it just felt like something he should know.

“bullshit!” frank exclaimed.

“i’m serious!”

“you’re 23 and never kissed anyone?” frank was in true disbelief.

“i’m a late bloomer,” you shrugged. before you knew it, frank was offering to teach you how to kiss properly.

“okay,” he says after pulling away. you feel yourself begin to frown at the emptiness that now hovers over your lips. “this is the part where you use your tongue,” he says slowly. “are you okay with that?” you nod a bit too eagerly, making frank chuckle a bit. this time, you lean into him first, capturing his lips smoothly as you’ve gotten used to the feeling. suddenly, his tongue grazes your bottom lip.

as you gasp, he slips the pink muscle expertly inside your mouth. you moan quietly as your pussy begins heats up at the new sensations. naturally, your fingers wrap around his neck and play through his dark curls. the wet sounds of your lips and tongue smacking and colliding made frank’s cock twitch and you more and more damp by the second. somehow, the kiss gets deeper, and frank’s large hand hooks around your waist. you take this opportunity to get closer to him, pushing him back into the couch, throwing you leg over his lap as you now hung over him.

“guess you’re getting the hang of it,” he says after pulling away for air. you both laugh, going at each other’s mouths again. you can't help but to rock your hips a bit while the pads of his thumbs rub on on each side of your waist.

he tests the waters by lifting the hem of your shirt up a few inches, and running his hands a bit farther down your back until they’re both planted on your ass. the more parts of your skin touched the more flustered you became. the coarseness of his beard on your cheeks, his calloused hands and rough fingertips on your hips, his soft curls between your fingers. he faintly tasted like bubblegum and morning cigarettes. you’ve never been this intimate with anyone and every second of it was driving you wild. you could feel every small hair on your arms standing at attention. your body felt like it could implode in ecstasy at any moment.

“i need you,” you whisper, foreheads pressed against each other’s, both out of breath from the sloppy kisses.

“we can’t,” he says after a peck of your now swollen lips. you exhale, your hips bucking even more as you now sit up straight over top of his groin. it was as if your brain was in a fog of horniness. you wanted nothing more but for him to rip your clothes off and have his way with you, but your anxiousness to this new world of intimacy and lust made you hesitant.

“god, you’re so pretty,” frank groans, watching you grind on him. “so desperate for me.” like clockwork you felt his erection rise, relieving you slightly of the emptiness that haunted the wetness between your thighs. your sex ached as it clenched around nothing; the friction between your shorts and his rough work jeans on your clit made your body shiver.

frank had never done anything like this before. he’d never thought of dry humping, not even in a fantasy. but being alone here with you, the thrill of your parents coming home at any second but you both being too needy and full of lust to care that it resorted to humping each other in jeans made him deliriously horny. indulging in this, frank began to thrust back into you, imagining himself inside of your plush pussy; how soft and tight you would feel.

“feels…nngh- feels so good, frankie.” your voice was nearly in a whisper; he frowned at the way you were holding back. your teeth captured your bottom lip and your eyes were closed tightly causing your face to scrunch up a bit.

“look at me,” he commanded. frank’s deep voice caused you to follow his directions. his hands gripped your waist even tighter causing you to arch your back. “i wanna hear you. i wanna hear everything.” it was as if frank had a remote control that sent a signal straight to your heat. you moaned on queue as if he had pressed a button to make you do so.

he was so fucking hot like this. underneath you, yet having so much control over you. his dark eyes bore right through yours, feeling like he could see every time you masturbated to the sheer thought of him. his lip twitched upwards, now amused at how loud you were becoming.

“i w-wish you could feel how wet i am,” you confessed.

“you’re so fucking naughty, aren’t you?” he teased, gripping the back of your neck. his tongue danced down your jaw and stopped at your neck where he began to suck at your skin ferociously. this new sensation caused your hips to jolt and mouth to hang open as more erotic sounds began to leak from your lips.

“jesus fucking christ!” you screamed, gripping his hair so hard that his scalp began to tingle. releasing from your neck, frank licked at your clavicle, then back up towards you jaw until his lips were on yours again. his hands found his way to your breasts which you welcomed as you put your own hand over his, feeling the way he massaged and squeezed at them.

teeth clashed as you swallowed one another’s moans. you two humped at each other like animals; sweaty, loud and relentless. your clit began to throb at the pace of a quickened heartbeat. you embraced the familiar feeling, your hips bucking wildly as you chased the impending orgasm.

“frank, i’m- i’m so close! i’m so fucking close!” he held you tighter, the friction of his hardened cock through the denim becoming even more apparent underneath your aching bud.

“cum with me, pretty girl,” frank said through staggered breaths, “cum with me.” again, as if under a spell, you follow his words, your orgasm crashing over you as you quivered and squealed at the sweet release. frank’s heavy groans were muffled in the nape of your neck, which he kissed and nipped at even more once recovering from the aftershocks of his own ecstasy spilling over him.

the smell of sex began to hang in the air, bringing you both to reality. quickly, you leap from frank’s lap, pulling down your shorts as they now felt uncomfortable paired with your sticky panties. frank let out a fake cough, standing to his feet and fixing his shirt, making sure he looked at everything except your eyes.

“tell your dad i’ll be back next weekend to finish the truck, alright?”

“y-yeah. i will.” without another word, frank let himself out. the sound of his engine came through the walls of the quiet house. you stood there, although fully clothed, feeling naked and vulnerable. what the fuck just happened?

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buckyhoney · 2 years

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𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this idea came to me at like 2 am and im obsessed

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!frank castle x sub!reader

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

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ ONLY, language, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), use of sex toys (dildo), daddy kink, unedited, sorry for any missed typos

"What happened?" Frank frantically asks, pressing the phone to his cheek.

It was almost one-thirty am when your name popped up on his phone. It wasn't often that you called him this late and the last time you did, you had gotten lost walking home from a night out with your friends. Since then, he's kept his phone on with the volume high.

"Baby, what happened?" He sits up in bed, waiting for you on the other again.

"I'm safe, I promise... I just.." You trailed off, before taking a deep breath.

Frank was getting nervous, looking around for his keys and his clothes. Even if it wasn't anything important, he was going to head over to your place- not wanting to chance anything.

"I can't..." You felt ashamed having to call him this late for something so little, but you needed him.

"I can't... cum.." A sigh of relief that you weren't in any immediate danger came from Frank.

Your cheeks burned and your eyes welled with embarrassment. Frank's cock twitched at the shyness of your voice. This was the first time you've called him with something like this. Frank didn't mind you getting off on your own, but he would of course prefer being there with you.

Smiling to himself he asks, "Why can't you cum, sweetheart?"

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling at his sweatpants. You're lying back against pillows completely naked with your fingers between your thighs. Hearing his voice drop with the rasp had arousal leaking out of you.

Your heartbeat began to beat faster, "... My toys don't feel as good as you,"

You huff, looking over at the dildo lying next to you. Frank inhales sharply, running his hands through his hair. He can't even imagine how wound up you had to be to resort to your toys. The pink glass dildo, he had bought it for you for when he's away and you didn't usually use them- but tonight you just needed a release not even the dildo was helping.

The image of you sprawled out on the bed with your fingers rubbing your clit while you pumped yourself had Frank's cock stirring.

"Yeah?" He breathed, standing and grabbing his keys.

"Please, Frankie... I need you," Your voice was just above a whisper.

Frank bit back a moan, "I'll be right there, sweetheart,"

Placed your phone on the nightstand and continued to slowly pump yourself. You would get so close, but nothing seemed to get you to that last bit. You wished you knew why you were extra needy today and why it was extra hard to finish, but you just couldn't figure out why.

The closer Frank gets to your apartment door, the bigger his bulge grew. You only lived a few blocks away. In moments like this, you wish you lived together.

Frank digs in his pockets for his key. When he opens the front door, he can hear the frustrated whines and whimpers. Chuckling to himself, Franks kicks his shoes off and empties his pockets on the dining table by the door. Your bedroom door is shut, so Frank knocks gently before opening it, making sure not to startle you.

"I told you I was on my way," Frank's cock twitched again seeing you bare and spread wide on the bed.

Dropping the dildo, you jump up from the bed and practically run to him. Frank pulls you close, kissing the top of your head. You bite the inside of your cheek when you feel the bulge pressing against your skin. While he hugs you, Frank feels the tension in your shoulders.

"You're so tense, sweetheart, no wonder you can't cum." His hands run over your back, soothing the tension.

"C'mon." Pulling away from the hug, Frank gives you a soft kiss.

Motioning to the bed, you climb back on top of the comforter. Frank removes his hoodie and tosses it on the chair in the corner of the room.

"You have to relax, okay?" Frank slips between your legs, lying on his stomach and placing one of your legs over his shoulder.

He opens your pussy wide and sees your clit is swollen from all the attention. Running his thumb over the sensitive bud, you jerk your hips. Frank sees you pulsing around nothing, desperately begging to be filled. You watch him as he intently, inspects you- getting more frustrated that he's not doing anything.

"Frankie..." His palm runs up the top of your thigh, soothing your restlessness. Frank grabs the dildo and begins to tease you.

Knowing how impatient you are, it's safe to assume you didn't properly warm yourself up. Frank begins to drag the toy up between your folds, lazily circling your clit. Soon the soft noise start flowing and your body relaxes. It's so easy with Frank, he understands your body better than you do. The dildo glides down to your aching hole, slipping in only about two inches.

"Attagirl, look at that! How does that feel?" You nod, and your fingers find your nipples.

They begin to pinch and tug adding to the pleasure. Frank adds a few more inches, twisting and pumping you full. It feels better than when you tried, but it just still wasn't doing it.

You needed more, you needed Frank.

"It's still not enough..." He knew exactly what you were referring too, but he needed you to say it. Frank chuckles, kissing the inside of your thigh.

"Sweetheart, if you want my cock you need to use your words." Frank's still pumping you with the dildo.

You whine, "Daddy, I need your cock!"

With that, Frank smiles. He carefully pulls the dildo out, giving it to you to clean off. You take it and slip it past your lips. While you suck it clean, Frank removes the rest of his clothes.

When he's ready, he strokes himself a few times to get himself ready. Frank pulls your legs to the edge of the bed. Running the tip of his cock over your folds, you moan, finally getting what you need.

Frank slides inside you and you gasp. There is a relief that you hadn't had all night. It felt right and you lit up. Frank hovers over you and your legs wrap around him instantly. You claw at his lower back wanting him to get closer.

He chuckles, "There's my girl, just needed daddy's dick huh?" You're lost in it and your mind is fuzzy.

"C'mon now, use me- take what you need- fuck-" You're bucking your hips upward, signaling that you want more.

Frank takes the queue and picks up his pace.

"That's it, attagirl! Feels so much better doesn't it, sweetheart?" Without warning, your body seizes, you're gripping his body so tight and you clenching around him so tight.

You barely have time to process what's happening before you're hit with overwhelming pleasure.

"F-Fuck, y'so tight-" Frank holds steady while you inhale sharply.

The moans get caught in your throat while your orgasm hits you like a train. It's so hard that tears swell in your eyes and all you can manage to do is whine.

"M'sorry, daddy- I couldn't hold it- It was so strong-" You gulp back, embarrassment washes over you. You've never cum that hard before and you certainly never cum without asking his permission.

"Baby, baby- you did so well! Don't you dare say sorry," He kisses your forehead. All you do is nod and Frank kisses your forehead down to your lips. Frank just kisses you and runs his thumb over your cheek, calming your body down from the intense high.

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castlecult · 1 year

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okay okay okay, hear me out …

i’m thinking about bearded frank going down on you. i mean, imagine him holding you down with his hands while you desperately try to grind your hips against his face, seeking the extra stimulation provided by his beard. he would groan into your pussy because he’s a whore and would keep eating you out, nonstop, overstimulating your puffy lips; your clit throbbing, tears running down your cheeks, your back arched.

the icing on cake? you squirt all over his face and the moment he finally stops messing w your pussy, you glance down at him and see all your juices wetting his beard and this mf is smirking at you, enjoying your wrecked status.

#rin writes #random thought #imagine moaning ‘pete’ instead of frank #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n #frank castle drabble #frank castle blurb #frank castle one shot #frank castle imagine #frank castle smut #the punisher #frank castle #jon bernthal #marvel

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frankcastlescumslut · 8 months

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halloween headcanons

had a sick… sick thought… about Matt dressing up as the Punisher for halloween and Frank dressing up as Daredevil…..

can you imagine both of them, so grumpy and so stoic, absolutely despising (secretly loving) your love for the holiday because they knew what it meant for them.

“I don’t understand why we’re doin’ this,” Frank would grumble as he pulled at the uncomfortable leather and nylon that clung to his muscular build.

“Because it’s fun,” you would say, before handing him the helmet, “and because you love me.”

“I’m not sure who this is exactly fun for, sweetheart,” Matt would cheekily smile, shuffling his feet awkwardly, as you would adjust the heavy skull adorned kevlar.

“It’s fun for me,” you say, taking a step back and admiring your work with a sweet smile.

“Right,” Frank would huff a laugh. “And where’s your costume then?”

“That’s a great question, Castle,” Matt would cross his arms, pleased that you were finally being questioned.

“I’m wearing it,” you would say with a spin. “I’m the damsel in distress.”

#frank castle #matt murdock #the punisher #daredevil #frank castle headcanon #matt murdock headcanon #frank castle x matt murdock x reader #frank castle x matt murdock x f!reader #frank castle blurb #matt murdock blurb #oh my god? oh my god.

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ladybirdswritings · 8 months

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silly frank castle ai reading worn to you

youtube

it’s giving:

the punisher puts you to sleep ASMR - mouth sounds - reading <3

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itwasthereaminuteago · 9 months

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Seven Sentences of Sin Saturday (can we make this a thing?):

"Gonna need to hear you say that again."

The low rasp of his voice is tinged with something you've never heard from him in all the time you've known each other; desperation. You respond with action before any words, knowing that was what he was really asking for. Still, there was resistance as you slid your hands around his neck to pull him towards you, as if he was testing your boundaries, giving you the opportunity to back out, that you weren't just playing with him as part of your cover.

Your hand slides up to cup the side of his face and you tilt yours up, your lips just a hair's breadth away from his own as he wets them nervously.

"I want you, Frank," you breathe, entranced by just how quickly his eyes dilate and darken at your admission, his body already pressing against and moulding to yours as you invite him to take and take and take...

"You got me princess, you got me."

#seven sentences of sin #its just me with my little fantasies 😅#help me pls im in deep for this fictional fucker #writing challenge #frank castle thirst #frank castle blurb #frank castle thots

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jaymicrosoft · 2 years

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You can't argue with Children (Frank Castle x Fem! Reader Angst)

(Hello! This is my first piece of work and probably my last piece of work so enjoy) :)

TBW! !Frank Castle angst !Fighting !Belittling

"Yeah well if you don't want to be treated like a child then you probably shouldn't act like one, you should try acting like an adult if you wanted to be treated like one!" Frank spat at you, while you were trying to stop your tears from rolling down your face.

"I only acted like a child because you compared me to a child, so I decided to give you what you wanted." You spat back at him, Frank was beyond reason to even comprehend your tears now flowing down your face.

" I did that cause you ARE A FUCKING CHILD, I HAVE TO CONSTANTLY HOLD YOUR HAND THROUGH EVERYTHING IN LIFE, Well guess what its time to grow the hell up!" Frank shouted at you, while he was shouting at you, your body went numb during that sentence.

You go to walk away from him, Frank goes to grab your arm but you pull your arm away before he can.

“Where do you think your going! Im talking to you dont walk the fuck away from me!.” He says as you continue to walk away while he countinues to yell at you.

“You cant fight with a child, So i guess im just going to do as told and go to my room, sit down and shut up like a good child is supposed to do.” Frank stands there in shock after your words. The words still processing as you walk away to your shared bedroom.

When you walk into the bedroom you lock the door and move the dresser infront of the door so he cant get in the room. You turn around and walk to the bed and sit on it. You sit down on the bed and sigh. Your sitting there think about how this argument happend, and what you did to be screamed at by him.

Meanwhile

Franks still standing in the hallway. Hes not in shock anymore so he can feel the guilt that flows through him and straight to his heart. He turns around to walk to the living where the arguement took place. When he makes it to the living room he turns to sit on the couch. He sits down and puts his head in his hands knowing that he fucked up. He called you a child, he used one of your biggest insercritys against you.

He knows he shouldnt of called you a child, but you angered him by trying to get involved in something dangerous he didnt want you apart of.

Frank sat there wondering if things could be fixed. He wanted to go into the room and have a conversation with you to figure out where this leaves you two.

Back to reader

TBC

Should I continue the story?

Pt.2

#frank castle angst #frank castle drabble #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle fic #frank castle fluff #frank castle headcanon #frank castle blurb #frank castle headcanons #frank castle hurt/comfort #frank castle oneshot #frank castle imagine #frank castle #frank castle x fem reader

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demibats · 2 years

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below freezing in the spring [f. castle]

author’s note! inspired by this set of scenarios! i wanted to write something light and soft for frankie boy while i work on breaking my own heart with another fic :’) thank you @novelbear for such cute ideas!

synopsis! frank helps your restless sleeping by being the bear he is

word count! 477

warnings! none, just a bunch of fluff <3

The weather was playing a sick joke on both Frank and Y/N.

One day it was pleasant in the low 70s, sun shining, fluffy white clouds rolling over a blue sky. Next, it was high 30s and the sky turned gray and there would be sporadic rain storms. Between the two, they each enjoyed one more than the other. For Frank, he loved the dull skies and chilled weather. The more layers the better. He liked to be able to bundle up, wear his boots and even make little splashes in the rain puddles as he walked. Y/N enjoyed the nice taste of summer, what true spring time felt like. She liked soaking up the sun on her skin, feeling the vitamin C seeping deep into her pores. Frank would sulk all day while she rested in a reclining lawn chair on their porch with a book in hand.

On a particularly cold night, Frank closed their windows and sealed the latch on the top before sliding the curtains to cover the glass. His love was getting ready for bed, toothbrush in hand. The marine saw a noticeable shiver come from her as he made their bed, grabbing another blanket for her. After the two of them crawled into bed and Frank rested his head in Y/N’s lap, listening to her read for a while, he turned over and pressed his face into his pillow, allowing sleep to take him down. Y/N placed her bookmark on the page they left off on before laying it carefully down on her nightstand. Clicking the knob on the side of her lamp, the liquid dark swarmed their room and she was ready for sleep.

But she couldn’t stop shivering. Y/N adjusted her blankets multiple times and then laid there in silence before she could feel her teeth chatter again. She couldn’t understand why she was so damn cold, but she was and couldn’t get comfortable because of it. Her bear of a husband was sleeping soundly beside her, or so she thought. The second she kicked the blanket off her legs, she felt Frank’s firm grasp on her thigh and her head snapped toward him, “Quit movin’ so much.” He grumbled.

“I’m cold, Frank.” Y/N laid there for a second before turning over on her side and squeezing her eyelids shut tightly, attempting to force herself to overcome the temperature and go to sleep. Seconds later, Frank wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her into his hard chest. He tucked the blanket around her up to her chin and had his arm secured around her waist.

“Warmin’ up?” He murmured into her hair, pressing a kiss to her scalp.

Y/N could only nod, nestling the side of her face into her own pillow before slowly drifting off to sleep, warm as ever.

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chvoswxtch · 8 months

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Hi Court! I’ve had a thought/thot regarding Frank catching his neighbor’s husband cheating, he confronts her with the news, and their own romance blossoms. “Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife. And she looks so pretty driving in your Benz.”Please if you can/want to make this a Midnights Vault Track. 🌃✨

OH I LOVE THIS

I put a little spin on the "she looks so pretty driving in your benz", but I don't think you'll mind ;)

as a reminder, from the vault means it's spicy! (minors dni)

blurb below the cut

vigilante shit (frank's version) (from the vault)*

picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

Deep down, Frank knew he shouldn’t have gotten involved. It wasn’t his business. He had enough lingering problems of his own nipping at his heels, he didn’t need to get involved in someone else's.

But you were so goddamn sweet to him. You had brought him a container of homemade chocolate chip cookies when he first moved in next door, all bright eyes and soft smiles, introducing yourself with the most angelic voice he had ever heard. You knew he lived alone, so you silently dropped leftovers off on his porch some nights when your husband was out of town or working late, which he often did, with the guise that you didn’t know how to cook for one person and didn’t want the food going to waste.

You went all out for the holidays to entertain the neighborhood kids, and even after coming home from a long day with the exhaustion clearly tainting your kind face, you made time to play with them in the front yard for awhile, or offer help with their homework.

Frank thought you were an actual angel, which is why the first time he caught your husband cheating on you, he nearly unleashed the vengeful side of himself that lusted for the blood of the wicked. He thought you would eventually catch him considering the asshole wasn’t exactly stealthy about it. The whole neighborhood seemed to know about his multitude of affairs…everyone except you. Finally, Frank reached a breaking point. He couldn’t listen to the hushed whispers that haunted you about the infidelity taking place in your own home.

One night when your husband was away, Frank marched over to your front door and told you the truth everyone else had been keeping from you. He gave you a folder full of photos that he had taken, tangible evidence of your husband’s unfaithful escapades. It broke his heart to see the streams of betrayal that slipped down your cheeks, and he hated that he had to be the one to do it, but he knew it was for your own good. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that. You deserved to be loved and worshiped…to be placed on the highest pedestal in someone’s heart.

In the end, Frank was glad he got involved.

Because if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be fucking you in the back of your ex-husband’s Mercedes that you got in the divorce.

Frank’s large hand slid up your neck to wrap his thick fingers around it loosely, his index finger resting along the edge of your jaw and his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your dress was hiked all the way up to your waist, and his jeans were pushed just far enough down his thighs to free his cock, all plans of your romantic dinner date completely forgotten. He stared down at you almost in awe as he fucked you slowly, but deeply, making sure to hit that delectable spot deep within you that drove you wild. A crooked grin stretched across his mouth hearing how good his name sounded falling from your parted lips.

“Look so pretty, baby. So fuckin’ pretty.”

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harrylovex · 2 years

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imagining fiiiinally having a vacation with frank and you go somewhere tropical. you end up just relaxing on the beach most days and in the beginning you feel really insecure.

the beach makes you feel ridiculously vulnerable. wet hair, no makeup, bikini bod. frank notices.

he makes you feel pretty and safe, and you manage to fall even more in love with him over the space of two weeks.

he can’t seem to keep his hands from roaming your body, even in public, and he compliments you every chance he can get.

he grabs your arse as you walk down to the water, squeeeeezing hard.

“frank!” you slap his shoulder, cheeks turning red. “all these people are watching us!”

“what?” he laughs. “how can i not when you’re wearing the worlds tiniest fucking thong?” he drags his hand down his face as if you’re torturing him. “damn baby, you’re making me hard in public.”

you blush harder, reaching the water.

it’s freezing, and frank pulls you into his side as you get past the waves and into the deep water.

he looks fucking gorgeous, tanned body, his hair slicked back from the sea water.

he keeps a hold of you, wrapping your legs around his waist. you feel weightless in the cool water.

frank kisses you, your mouths cold from swimming underwater. he licks into your mouth, your legs tightening around his hips.

he does that thing you like with his tongue, and you moan, eyes fluttering.

frank chuckles. “did you zone out for a second there, baby?”

you give him a lazy smile. “maybe.” you kiss him again, franks hands trail up your ribs, his rough palms groping your chest.

you laugh, throwing your head back as you remember that you’re still in public.

“god. you look so fucking pretty, baby. you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you rake your hands through his hair.

“you really think so?” you think about how you must look, pale skin, hair wet and straggly down your back.

“are you kidding me? you have no idea how hard i want to fuck you right now.”

you burst into a fit of giggles, pressing your lips to his once more.

“well then-“ you drag your hand down his chest, pressing your cupped palm over his bulge.

franks eyes flutter shut as you apply pressure.

“you’ll just have to wait until we get back to the apartment.”

“you carry on like that and i’m dragging you back right now.”

you spend the rest of the afternoon lounging around on the sand, bodies pressed together as you take a nap in the sun.

frank gets needy through the afternoon, pulling you closer. he tries to use a towel to cover your bodies. his hands dig into your arse and his fingers threaten to go below your waistline.

you just laugh it off, pressing your face into his chest.

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this is totally not based on my own experience of being insecure in a bikini haha *nervous laughter* 🧍🏻‍♀️

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smut-angel · 2 years

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earn it

saw these gifs and couldn’t get sugar daddy! frank out of my head. enjoy! minors do not interact!!! (gifs by @bernthalized)

warnings: cis female! reader, spanking, light brat taming, cursing, sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship, mean (?) frank, use of the word “daddy,” f! fingering, m! receiving oral

“please frankie!”

“i just gave you money two days ago, sweetheart. what the fuck did you do with it already?” frank's back was facing you as he rummaged through his refrigerator for something to eat.

“i spent it, isn’t that what money’s for?”

“what do you need it for this time?” he asks with a sigh.

“my own goddamn business,” you snap at him, before strutting to the living room and plopping on the couch, your arms crossed. you smirked as now you were the one facing away from him. you knew exactly what you were doing and how to play frank’s little game. the silence in the apartment was deafening, the only sounds being frank slowly walking towards you.

“yes,” you whisper, followed by a gulp.

“seems like you forgot for a second there, huh?” his grip on your face got tighter and tighter the more he spoke. “need a reminder?” you find room to nod before he lets go.

soon, the same hand is in his pockets, fishing out wads of cash. his thick fingers flicked the individual bills swiftly, his tongue touching the sides of his lips as he counted mentally. you watched every detail of him with fierce hunger, nearly salivating at the sight of him.

sex was never a dealbreaker for you and frank’s transactional relationship. he had a stressful job, but it was lucrative. he didn’t get to meet a lot of people without killing them, and you were one of the few. he took you on dates, flew you around the world, gave you thousands weekly just for conversations, and occasionally, fucked you into oblivion. it had been a while since the latter, hence your intentional rule breaking.

frank slams the money on the coffee table and lifts your face again in order to break your gaze from the cash to him. he didn’t have to say it, you knew you had to earn that money today. frank sits next to you, instructing you to lay over top of his lap, your skirt riding up your ass and thighs.

“what’s rule number one?” before the answer could escape your lips, a ferocious slap lands across your ass, leaving you whimpering.

“too slow, try again. what is rule number one?”

“be nice to daddy,” you sputter. frank nods, satisfied, rubbing softly where he previously spanked you. you bite your lip at the leftover stinging sensation that crawled through the skin of your thighs and ass.

“now, were you nice to me earlier?”

“i was—ah!”

“you were rude,” he interrupts with another slap. “say it!”

“i was rude to you, daddy! i’m sorry!” frank is silent, again, rubbing and massaging your ass in the same places he just abused. a few more spanks left your ass raw and your bottom lip nearly bleeding at how hard you were biting it. the pain was thrilling, your toes curling at each spank you received.

“look at you,” he says, pulling your sticky thong to the side, making you shiver at the coolness of the air. “all wet from your punishment.” in relief, you moan loudly at the feeling of his fingertips on your clit, rubbing it slowly and teasing your core with the wetness that accumulated. without a word you start to unzip his pants, pulling out his semi-hard cock.

“atta girl,” he says once your kissing and pumping him as he leaks with precum.

“i’m sorry…i was mean, daddy… i’m sorry,” you mumble in between licks of his shaft and slurps of his tip. groaning, frank fills you up with two of his girthy fingers and pumps your squelching pussy vigorously, making you moan with your mouth full of his cock.

“can’t forgive you yet, darlin,'” he says. “gotta earn that too.”

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buckyhoney · 2 years

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𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this idea got stuck in my head, but enjoy another kinktober fic!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!frank castle x sub!reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, bondage, daddy kink, very light dumbification kink, light degrading kink, praise kink, oral (m receiving), face fucking, sorry for any missed typos!

"Look at you," Frank stepped back, admiring his work.

The knot was complex and tight around your skin- enough to leave little imprints.

You looked up through your eyelashes at the man towering over your body. The sight of the rope tied intracity around your chest alone was enough to cum- the way the thick rope highlighted your breasts and restrained your hands behind your back.

Tonight, Frank wanted to try something different than your usual. You weren't sure if you're like being this restrained, but when you caught a glimpse of yourself from the mirror behind him? You couldn't help but feel the flutter between your thighs.

"S'perfect," He mumbled, running the side of his finger under the side of your breast.

"What are you gonna do with me, Daddy?" Frank kneeled in front of you, dipping his hand between your legs, soothing your inner thigh.

"Hm, Daddy's gonna have so much fun with you, bunny." He smiles as his thumb runs over your clit.

Bunny.

Frank felt your pussy contract.

"You liked that one, didn't you?" The heat rose to your cheeks and you shyly nod.

He teased over your clit a few more times before pulling his hand away.

"You're gonna be a good little bunny and suck Daddy's cock, yeah?" Nodding gently, you settled back on your legs.

Frank stood up in front of you. His cock was already leaking with precum the moment he discarded his briefs. He's heavy and thick- it's a wonder how you're able to fit him inside you. The sight made your mouth water and reach to touch him, but you were stopped by the rope holding your wrists securely behind you.

"Aw, dumb bunny, did you forget you can't use your hands?" You could feel the arousal leak from your pussy.

"Daddy's gonna help you, you don't need to think about anything else except my cock." He stroked himself a few times in front of you, watching your eyes light up.

"Open." You stick your tongue out, waiting patiently for his next move.

Frank taps your tongue- teasing you, but you whine impatiently. He chuckles, slipping himself inside your mouth. Instinctually, you close your lips around his tip. You push forward, taking more of his length. Frank smiles at your obedience, caressing your cheek.

"Good girl. More." Obeying his command, you relax your jaw allowing him to push all of himself inside your mouth.

His tip grazes the back of your throat and you gag around him. Frank pulls himself out completely, letting you get a breath. Your chest heaves and your sounds are already horse.

"Just like that- 'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth now, okay?" Your pussy ached and you nodded eagerly, readjusting on your legs.

He gets a good grip on the back of your head before beginning with soft thrusts. There are incoherent curses each time he hits the back of your throat. You're looking up at him, not breaking eye contact- even as the saliva and precum drip down your chin.

Frank loved how obedient you are, how willingly you were to give up breath for a taste of his cock.

You kept attempting to reach for him, only to be reminded that it wasn't an option. It began to frustrate you and tears swelled in your eyes.

Frank watched as the tears trickled down the sides of your face as you fought against the rope. You knew it was a losing battle, the knots were too thick.

Oh, the tears. The tears.

"Oh, bunny, you look so fucking pretty crying over my cock-" He grunted, picking up the pace.

"That mouth- fuck- 'm gonna cum-" Soon your throat became numb and you're eyes fluttered open- the only thought running through your mind was his cum.

"Shit, bunny, s'perfect for me, choking my cock like that-" His thrust became sloppy and you're whining around him, begging for his cum.

Frank holds himself against your mouth as ropes of cum shoot down your throat. The moans get caught in his throat but escape with such rasp.

Pulling himself out, his cum spills around the corners of your mouth. You're gasping for air, but Frank kneels down and holds your throat. You stick your tongue out, showing him that you've swallowed all you could. Frank is beaming and brings his mouth to yours.

"That's my fucking girl, such an obedient slut." Frank is in awe of you, how eager you are to please him, and good you always make him feel.

"Daddy's so proud of you," Frank helps guide you to stand.

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castlecult · 1 year

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𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞

pairing : frank castle x gn!reader

warnings : soft!frank, that’s all !!! + not proofread

about : you get frank a birthday cake and reunite a bunch of friends for a little party ( 15th november yall, national holiday idc idc )

gif set here

“you’re gonna love this movie, trust me,” you giggle, walking by his side. you hold frank’s hand and smile softly at him. “i think i’ve heard this before,” he chuckles, shaking his head a bit. “oh c’mon!”

you kick his side with your elbow before grabbing your keys. you hope everything will go smoothly, you have been planning this for weeks now. you open your apartment’s door and before frank could say anything, he’s met by his friends shouting ‘happy birthday!’

he instinctively grabs your arm, you shiver and move closer to him. you take his hand in yours and pull him inside before closing the door. “happy birthday baby,” you kiss his cheek, frank relaxes and glances at the people gathered inside your living room.

curtis, matt, foggy, karen, david.

“well,” frank chuckles, taken aback by the situation. “whose idea was that, anyway?” he clears his throat and walks closer to the table, noticing the cake. “happy birthday… grumpy old man??” he reads aloud. you laugh, followed by the others.

“y/n organised everything, we just helped and came here today,” curtis explains, patting frank’s shoulder. “i appreciate it,” he smiles and silently thanks everyone, glancing at them. “you deserved a little party, after all,” david smiles and you nod.

“alright, everything’s amazing but i really want to eat this cake!” you announce, making foggy chuckle loudly. “it amazes me how they’re so different, mh?” he glances at matt and karen, who nods and smiles. “that’s good for frank.”

you hear them and smile happily, before being kissed by frank. you laugh against his lips and caress his cheeks. “i love you,” you whisper, meeting his eyes. “love you too,” he says, kissing your nose then. “you’re amazing… thank you.”

an : that was super short but uh i’m really struggling with writing rn so yeah, that was it hah (: reblogs & feedback are super appreciated !! if you wanna share your thoughts about frank castle hit my inbox <3

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frankcastlescumslut · 11 months

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it hurt. almost to the point of being unbearable, but it was necessary.

it had to be.

it wasn’t selfish of him to leave, you knew that. he tried his hardest to convince you it was— that he was wrong to have intertwined himself with your life, that it was the most careless thing he could have done, to put you in danger like that.

but it just… wasn’t. it couldn’t be. his absence was the last act of love he could give to you, and it hurt.

relocating was necessary. in some ways it helped; there were no traces of him to be found, no reminders or distant memories that would poke and prod the ache in your chest, just uncomfortable stillness.

there are moments when you wonder if things would be different if you never became a target, but you shove those thoughts away, burying them alongside the slivers of hope you once had.

it was lonely.

you were lonely.

acknowledgement was the first step along a fine line and yet, it was futile.

time never stopped, of course.

you found a new job. ate at a different diner. the weather changed. leaves turned to different shades of fire before returning to the earth. snow littered the ground. fireworks assaulted the sky.

you always hated the new year, just like Frank, and it was no different this time. except that it was— everything was different.

he was still gone and you were still there, alone, even if you were surrounded by swaying bodies and sweet champagne at a company party you couldn’t get out of.

he was still gone, fireworks were still igniting, and there was nothing you could do about it. there was no way to make sure he was okay, let alone alive, and that was the reality of the situation.

he was still gone.

you were still alone.

fireworks still exploded.

it wasn’t unusual for you to leave at the slightest inconvenience, but this was more than that. the noise was a constant reminder of his suffering, that you weren’t there, that he didn’t give you chance to be there— it was an attack against your very being, and your feet carried the weight for you, as far away from other life forms as possible.

you weren’t sure where you were once your feet stopped moving. the tears stung against your freezing cheeks, your throat burned with each gasp of dry air, the world spun around you.

frank was gone.

you were alone.

fireworks echoed your perceived solitude.

it had to have been a cosmic encounter or divine intervention that kept you on your feet long enough to watch a silhouette stumble towards you.

“Frank?”

no, that was stupid of you to think that.

it was the grim reaper, you decided— that felt more practical. it was time for your to pay your dues and accept the fate that had finally caught up to you.

you gave in, dropping your head in submission to what was to come. there was a moment of curiosity, if this is what it looked like when Frank’s family was hunted, if they would be kind enough to make it as quick as possible, if he would ever find out about your demise.

it didn’t matter, you decided, and steadied yourself in anticipation.

your brain felt fuzzy as you watched the figure grow closer. it had to have been the champagne, you thought— there was no logical explanation for a ghost to be hobbling in front of you.

but there he was.

dead man walking.

you swallow your vomit, because that would be embarrassing, and you squeeze your eyes shut. maybe this is all a lucid dream, maybe you could will yourself to sober up enough to get the fuck out of there, maybe you could convince yourself that he wanted to come back.

but he was still there.

he was still frank.

he looked different; his hair was buzzed and new bruises decorated his hardened face. nearly unrecognizable, you allowed yourself to see him, but there was the familiar softness around his eyes that he reserved for you.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

hey hehe 🙈 sorry for this! I was listening to Satellite by Harry Styles and couldn’t get this out of my head k bye!

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