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prettykittycastle · 1 year

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She's just a fan

Summary: Frank doesn't like how much of a fan you are of Daredevil.

(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: Multiple orgasms, jealous!Frank, possessive!Frank, mention of Daredevil, dirty talk, doggystyle)

"Quit it," Frank told you for the third time that night, taking a hold of the back of your shirt and pulling on it, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

"Frank," you whined, squeezing the bedsheets between your fingers and trying your hardest to not run from his dick again.

"Shut up," you heard him say before you felt the harsh slap he landed on your right ass cheek. "You like Red so much, say his fucking name."

"Please," you whimpered, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching. "I'm gonna cum again!"

"You gonna cum, huh? Whose dick you gonna cum on? Hmm?"

"Yours," you cried.

"Not Red's?"

"Yours, Frank, yours," you cried out before closing your eyes, letting out another cry as your orgasm soared through your body. The effects of your orgasm reached all the way from your core to your fingertips and your body began to slump forward onto the bed as Frank continued to fuck you through it.

"Fucking soaking me baby," Frank groaned, looking down at himself as he continued to go in and out of you. The feeling of your tight walls squeezing him made him slow his thrusts down, but he still held onto you, making sure you don't try to run from him again.

He was going to make sure you knew who you (and that pussy) belonged to and assure you that it was not and never will be Red or A.K.A. Daredevil.

Few hours before...

"Five gang members were delivered to the police station by none other than the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or as some folks know him as Daredevil," the news woman reported. "Like many other times, the masked vigilante was only seen for a brief second outside the station before people nearby claimed to..."

You were getting ready for work when you heard the news about another criminal being stopped by Daredevil. Frank was just getting up, about to make himself breakfast when he heard the TV and found you standing in front of it, already wearing your work clothes, looking at the amatuer photo of Daredevil displayed on the TV screen with the news woman continuing the story in the background.

"What's up," he asked walking up behind you and giving you a quick kiss on your cheek.

The feel of his lips made you turn and look away from the handsome man on the TV and to the handsome man that was in your home.

"Daredevil caught some gang members and dropped them off at the police station before disappearing," you told him, can't help turning back to the TV to see that his photo was still on the screen, only that it was now shrunk to fit in the corner of it.

Raising his eyebrow, Frank couldn't help but notice the excitement and admiration that was in your voice when you spoke about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. The very few times his existence was brought up in the past during conversations, that excitement and admiration was always present then.

He's a hero, she's just a fan, Frank reasoned. That's all...Right?

He noticed the way you were still looking at the TV and felt a spark of jealousy begin in him. No way, he thought. Not fucking Red.

"You're really invested in him," he said, inspecting your body language.

"Yeah, I guess I got a thing for vigilantes," you told him, looking over at him teasingly.

The small grin Frank made was one that was forced as he felt that jealous spark quickly grow to a small flame. You would have noticed how forced the grin was if you weren't paying so much attention to the photo.

"Didn't you fight him before?"

Your question made him clench his jaw in restrained anger at the fact that you were so interested in him.

"Yeah, a while ago. We're on, uh...neutral terms now."

"Did you ever...," you turned your eyes away from the screen and continued getting ready, gathering what you need and placing them in your bag, while trying to ask Frank your question. " see his face?"

"His face?" He clenched his jaw harder and tried to control his voice to not show his annoyance.

"Yeah. Did you ever, like, get the mask off and see his face?"

Even without Karen telling him who he was, Frank had been figured out who the man was behind the mask but kept it to himself out of respect.

"Uh, yeah," he replied, going to the kitchen and fixing himself a cup of coffee.

"What'd he look like?"

The question he was dreading. He wanted you to so badly stop talking about Red, but he was scared that if he voiced it, you would quickly pick up on his jealousy.

"You a fan of his, baby?" He hoped you wouldn't notice him avoiding the question.

"A little. A while back, he once stopped some guys from robbing me."

He furrowed his brow, remembering that you had spoken of seeing him in action once, but never getting the chance to thank him for saving you.

"I guess since then I might have started having a crush on him and maybe become a huge fan."

Asshole. While Frank was thankful that he saved you, he was still pissed off that the altar boy had a place in your heart, even if that place was small compared to his. The fact that it existed pissed him the fuck off.

"Shit, I gotta go," you grabbed your keys and your jacket and quickly made your way over to Frank to give him a goodbye kiss. "Love you."

"Love you, too," he told you, forcing his smile. He watched as you hurried and left and he instantly dropped the smile from his face.

Just a fan. Not like she wants to fuck him or nothing. But she was looking at that fucking picture for a long time.

Frank was a person who, while he did sometimes feel self-conscious about certain things, never actually experienced being insecure. Especially like this. Especially not because of an asshole like Red.

All day it stayed on his mind. How much you wanted to know about Daredevil and how you were such a fan of him drove him crazy. The second you walked through the door from work, Frank was instantly on you, ripping off your (pants or skirt), and quickly fucked you against the closed door. When you finally came, he didn't give you time to ask about his horny-ness and picked you up and carried you to the bedroom where he threw you down on the bed, turned you on your hands and knees, and went back to fucking you.

Now...

"Whose is it," Frank pulling on your shirt harder. Once he felt that your orgasm was ending, he quickened his thrusts again, hitting your G-spot over and over again determined to have you cum again for him.

"Yours," you cried, your legs beginning to shake from the combined effort of holding your body up and the overwhelming pleasure Frank was giving you.

"This pussy belongs to me?" He kept hold of your shirt and grabbed your hip, pulling you against him more.

"Yes," you gasped, the constant fire inside you spread through your body without warning and suddenly your mind was hazed over and the pleasure was too good. So good that you could hardly speak.

"Good girl," he moaned, finally stopped thrusting, feeling your walls squeeze his dick, more of your juices covering him.

The haze over your mind lasted for what felt like minutes, but were really seconds. The fire in your body was still there, but lessened and feeling that Frank had stopped thrusting, you tried to gather the strength you had left in you and try to crawl forward, away from him, specifically his dick.

Taking deep breaths, Frank watched in amusement as you crawled or attempted to crawl away from him. He let you get a few inches away, and finally when he saw that you had gotten far enough that only his tip was in you, decided to reign you back in.

"Where you going," he asked, gently pulling on your shirt. You had forgotten that he was holding it. "Bring my pussy back."

"Please, Frankie," you whined, looking over your shoulder to him, trying to ease his tip out of you, but he wouldn't let you. "Why?"

"You talk bout Red like you want him," he growled out, slowly pushing the rest of his length back into you.

"Aaah!" You screamed, not wanting to, but feeling the fire begin back inside you. "I don't want him. I swear."

"Mmm," he hummed, pushing the rest of his self into you, his tip going straight for your G-spot, causing you to cry out as the fire grew more intense.

"I won't talk about him ever again," you gasped as Frank started back fucking you. Your arms couldn't hold yourself up anymore and you let yourself fall flat on the bed, your ass remaining in the air as Frank continued to fuck you. "I promise I won't bring him up again. Baby, I swear I won't."

"I know you won't," he murmured, feeling your tight, but slick walls squeezing him tighter and tighter with each thrust. "My good girl knows she's mine." His thrusts were beginning to lose their rhythm and was now becoming rushed and you knew that he was close to cumming.

Just like him, you were close to cumming again and you let out little whimpers as he kept hitting your G-spot more and more.

"Where you want it, good girl," he asked, his hips slamming against your asscheeks over and over, making them sore.

It took you a second to answer as the fire inside you quickly became hotter and hotter. "Inside me. Please, Frank."

It only took one more thrust, his tip hitting your G-spot one last time, for you to cum for the last time, but when you did, it felt as if everything around you was suddenly gone and the air was knocked out of your lungs. Your pussy squeezed him so tight and you creamed around him so much that Frank couldn't control himself and he quickly stopped thrusting and came inside you, his thick, hot cum filling you up even more.

"Damn," he groaned, looking down at the amount of cream you left on him. My little creamer, he affectionately called you in his head.

Pulling himself out, he let out deep groan at the sight of some of his cum, slowly dripping out of you.

"(Y/N)," he turned you over and laid you on your side to see that you were trying to catch your breath and regain control of your limbs while your body was still reeling from your orgasm.

"I'll get you some water, okay," he told you, leaning down and gently laying a kiss upon your forehead. "After you're done drinking, I'll run you a bath." He pulled away, got off the bed, and left the room to go get your water and begin preparing your bathwater.

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes from your deep sleep was the puppy dog eyes of your Frank. He was laying on his side, looking at you with a peaceful smile, but his eyes looked guilty.

"Hey," you leaned forward and gave him a kiss, which he gladly reciprocated. "Why you look like that?"

"Like what?"

"Guilty," you answered. You suddenly felt the need to pee and pulled the covers back, ready to sit up, but stopped. You frowned as you felt how sore your pussy was and your legs were also sore and heavy. "Shit."

"I might've been a little rough last night," he said, looking sheepish, but you could tell from the blush in his cheeks that he was also a little proud of himself. "Sorry bout that."

"S'fine."

He shook his head and furrowed his brows at you, his guilt now showing on his face. "I shouldn't have been jealous about Red like that. I know you'd never want that asshole."

"It's okay, Frank. I shouldn't be fangirling over him so much. I already have my hero right here."

Your words did exactly what you hoped they would and you smiled as Frank began to blush even harder.

"I already called your job and told them you weren't feeling good today. Whatever you need, let me know. I'll do it for you."

"Can you pick me up and take me to the bathroom, please?"

A proud smile spread across his face and he happily leaped out of bed and made his way over to your side. "Whatever you want, your highness."

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honeycomx · 9 months

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Remember The Rain

Domesticated!Frank Castle x Black!reader

a/n: random ex and you’re gonna be an Apple user today.

Warnings: Angst, Cheating, Cursing, Violence, Smut ↴

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You weren’t a stupid girl at all.

Things had changed in your relationship with Frank, you could feel it. You’d noticed the things he would do for you before now seemed foreign due to his recent absence. For the past three months it had been like that. But you chopped it up to him being exhausted due to the extra shifts he’d pull at night at the construction site. The extra hours wasn’t the issue, hell you were even pulling some at the hospital. Y’all were making plans to buy a house instead continuing to rent so it wasn’t out of the ordinary. But his distance was.

Even though you were working just like him, you still found time to spend with him, or attempt to anyway. He would give the, now, common excuses of ‘I’m tired honey’ or ‘I have to work a little later’ or ‘maybe another day’. And honestly now, it was becoming suspicious and hurtful of his avoidance of you these past few weeks. And to make it even worse, he hadn’t touched you in two, which was definitely not like him. He seemed to have infinite stamina when it came to sex, you knew. He could go on for hours and hours, dusk to dawn, from position to position. He was like a starved beast when it came to getting his rocks off. But recently his appetite was more sated, and you hadn’t been feeding him.

‘So who was?’ That was first thought that came to your mind. Doubt was flooding through your mind, every time you saw him laugh at his phone, leave for work, or even watch television. You just wanted to know if every ‘I love you’, passionate kiss, sweet messages sent, or intimate moments shared with him were genuine and real. Or was he just doing these things to keep you with him, in fear of being alone.

You couldn’t take it anymore but you didn’t have the heart to confront him with proof. If he wasn’t, you would terrible but your gut saying your feelings were spot on. You didn’t want to risk him knowing you had your suspicions, in fear he would stop his actions. You wanted him to be real with you. You knew he wouldn’t tell the truth, because he knew he had a lot to lose with you. And unbeknownst to him, even a child. Yes, you were pregnant. But you wouldn’t be for long, if he was cheating. And you were going to find out if an appointment needed to made soon…

“Damn 3:30 to midnight is different for you.” Frank said as he passed you your car keys and lunch from the kitchen counter.

“Yeah but we need the money and duty calls.” You grabbed your coat and badge before opening the front door.

“Alright babe see you later.” Frank said making his way to couch to resume watching his football game.

“No kiss?” You called out before he sat. Usually he would automatically give you one, without question.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said running back to give you a quick peck. This time he watched as you made your way to your car, just in front of your shared home.

“Have a good shift.” He called out, as you loaded in to the car. After blowing him a kiss and sending him a wave, you started the car, before making your 25 mins journey to your ‘shift’ at work.

“You really think he cheating?” Your cousin and co-worker, Bianca asked as you settled into the driver side of her vehicle. You were in the parking lot of the job y’all shared. To Frank’s knowledge, she asked to pick up a shift with her this evening. But in reality, She was letting you used her vehicle to devise your plan. In case, you had to follow Frank, you didn’t want to use a familiar car.

“Yes. He’s been acting real distance and I don’t know, I just have this weird feeling about him lately.” You expressed your doubt to her. She seemed shocked about it, to her knowledge, y’all had a fairytale type of relationship. You rarely had any problems in your relationship with Frank in the 5 years y’all had been together. In fact, prior to this, just a few months back, you told her you suspected he was going to propose soon, since you caught him looking up engagement rings. This was a huge turn in events.

“Have you talked to him about it?” She questioned, leaning against the downed window.

“No but I don’t feel like I should. I feel like he’s hiding something or someone. I know my intuition isn’t off.”

“We’ll do you got anything on you that he could track?” She asked, making sure you don’t have anything that could get you caught.

“No, I turned my location on my phone. But my iPad is in the car so my location shows I’m here. Plus here’s my keys if I don’t find anything in time. I’ll just meet you back at your house.” You handed her your car key, which she pocketed before glancing at the time, and cursing under her breath.

“Okay Y/N. I love you and be safe. I gotta go clock in. Call if you need me. You know I ain’t got no problem leaving this job.” She assured, giving you a pointed look.

“Thank you, Bee.” You muttered as the two of shared a hug through the window. She said one last goodbye before jogging her way into the work building for her shift.

It had been a little over three hours since you arrived back at the house. You parked on the adjacent street a few houses up but close to where you could still see your home. And luckily, when you had gotten back from the job, Frank’s car was still parked and the light was still on in the living room, indicating his presence. You tried to busy yourself by aimlessly scrolling through multiple social medias to ease your nerves. But your mind was running like a faucet.

The thought of Frank stepping out on you had you worried, you truly loved him and eagerly wanted to start family and settle down with him. You hoped you were just overreacting, you hoped he had the same thing in mind. But you couldn’t deny the way you felt, you wouldn’t be able to continue on with him, knowing your feelings. You felt the waterworks coming, you really didn’t want your heart broken again especially by Frank. You wanted him to be the one, didn’t want all that time invested to be for nothing.

Wiping the stray tear from your eye, you glanced back at your front door, this time it opened, your eyes widened, you sat up in your seat to get a better look. Frank stood in the doorway with different attire from earlier and his hair had a curly silkier look to it as well as his beard. He had recently showered. You watched as looked up and down the street as if he we’re waiting for something or someone…

You watched his face visibly light up as if he spotted what he was looking for. And you followed his gaze. Lo and behold, there she was, a slender blonde with nice perky ass and titties to match. She was a bombshell. Her attributes were the complete opposite of yours. She had long streaks of straight golden blonde hair, whereas yours was kinky cloud like mass of brown/black curls. Her body was slender and toned, more athletic build. And your body was thicker and wider, a more chubby build, and it didn’t help that you were carrying either. You watch as she threw her arms around Frank’s neck, as he wrapped his around her waist, they accepted each other gracefully. A shaky gasp left your lips, as their locked in passion. Frank pulled his mistress closer as they continue their heated make-out, pulling her into the home before shutting the door behind them. You slumped back into the seat in defeat, after witnessing the dreadful scene in front of you. Frank was cheating.

Tears started flowing like a river, you stared at your desecrated home in complete despair. Never would you have thought in the few years you were with Frank that he would do cheat. He made it seem like the love you two mentally, physically, and emotionally, shared was irreplaceable. Only for him to turn around share his love with another. The sadness you felt quickly turned to anger the more you thought about it. At first you wanted to just leave but you knew Frank would deflect if you confronted him later. So you decided to do it now while the evidence was undeniable.

Minutes passed before you hurriedly gotten out of the off car and crossed to the street, taking the path up to your once cozy row home. Unlocking the door quietly, so you wouldn’t announce your presence to the pair. As your slowly creaked open the front door, you noticed the lower level was empty of life, besides the television playing sport reruns. As you were about to further scope out the place, you heard it, above the sound of the loud broadcasters, the slow creaking of the bedsprings coming from y’all shared bedroom entering the the lower to which you stood in, unbeknownst to the latter above.

“Frankie…please.” The broad moaned.

The cold sensation that racked through your body, was something not even the thickest of coats or furs could ease. It made the realization set in more that your boyfriend of 5 years was just above your head, making a another woman cry out his name in y’all home when it should’ve been you. The cold feeling had yet to shake, but you mustering up whatever strength you had left and began climbing the stairs, being sure to avoid alerting them of your presence.

Your heart sunk further as you made your way up the stairs, closing in on the bedroom. The creaking of the springs increased, the sound of skin being pounded against skin grew louder, the smacking of lips against each other became evident, as well the soft groans coming from Frank, who you thought was your boyfriend, as he made love to his affair lover. As you reached the top of the stairs, the site of men and women clothing being scattered like roses leading to the slightly opened bedroom made you sick. The fact that some of those articles of clothing were Frank’s made you even more sick.

Taking small cautious steps towards the bedroom, you were finally able to see the situation for what it was, though it brought tears to your eyes. In front of you was Frank, as bare as a newborn baby, his sweaty scratch filled back was facing you as he held her petite body in place by her small hips as he rapidly battered himself in her arched bottom, as her upper half was burrowed in the sheets.

“Fuck Frank! Don’t stop baby. I’m so close..”

You halted in your tracks, you recognized that voice as Jessica, his ex. She had called Frank’s phone multiple times, when you both first made it official. Her high-pitched voice screamed at Frank through voicemails, call him everything but a child of God. You were present as he listened, he warned you to block her because of her craziness, and vouched that he did the same. Apparently, that was a bald-faced lie.

Enough was enough, you had seen everything you needed to see. You slammed the door open, the two instantly jumped apart, screams left Jessica’s lip as she quickly faced the doorway, pulling your bedsheet over her nude body. Frank immediately covered his hardened appendage. You stared down the two, anger masked your face. The look of horror etched on both their face would’ve been priceless if the situation wasn’t happening.

“Baby.” Frank stated as you made threatening steps toward him. All while, Jessica immediately gotten off the bed, tossing on Frank’s discarded shirt.

“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me Frank. 5 years of my life gone down the drain for this bitch,” You screamed, pointing towards her. “The same bitch who broke your heart in the first place. Then you do what she did to you to me?! Me?! Like I fucking deserve it!”

“Well honey,” Jessica spoke, making you send a menacing glare her way. “I don’t know what you expected, he was beating my walls down for 10 years before he beating yours. You should’ve known I wasn’t going anywhere.” She snared, place her manicured hand on her hip.

“Excuse me?!” You asked, wondering where her audacity came from.

“I don’t think I stuttered. I mean look at you.” She spat, looking at you in complete disgust.

Your fists balled up in anger as your eye slightly twitched. Frank already knew what was about to happen next. You leaped across the bed, Jessica screamed as she saw you coming. Before you could reach her, Frank’s arms wrapped around your midsection, pulling you back to his nude form.

“Let go of me Frank!” You yelled, trying to pull him arms off of you, kicking and screaming as he made distance between you two.

“Jessica get out of here now!” Frank urged, struggling to hold you back. Not needed to be told twice, she ran out, swiftly gathering her discarded clothes.

Seeing her run away, added fuel to you fire.

“Fucking let go!” You screamed, thrusting the heel of your foot onto Frank’s toes.

“Son of a bitch!” He yelled out in pain, immediately letting you go.

Wasting no time, you went bounding after her, catching up quickly, surprising her with your speed. As she ran down the stairs to the front door, you clog covered foot made connect with the center of her back, sending her flying down the rest of the way, and smacking the hardwood floors with a pained scream, her clothes scattering out, no doubt causing her to bruise her skin.

Your rage blinded you as you went after her. Your sense of rational thinking, left the moment you walked in on them. And her words didn’t help, even though it was the truth. Still her willingness to disrespect you, your relationship and your home, was not something she was going to get away with. She had walked in to your home with all the confidence in the world but she damn sure wasn’t going to leave with it and maybe not her teeth either.

“First you fuck my man! In my bed!,” you yelled gripping her blonde streaks, causing her to yelp in pain. “Then you come in my house and have the audacity to disrespect me! You have lost your damn mind!” You screamed, landing blow after blow on her body, almost after every vowel. Her cries of pain as she desperately tried to fight you off, brought you sense of bliss, in this trying time. Not matter how much, she yelled, bit, scratched, or hit, she couldn’t fend you off.

You could hear Frank fumbling around above before descending the stairs as y’all fought.

“Jesus Y/N! That’s enough!” Frank yelled, running to you, now sporting a pair of sweats. He yanked you from the girl, causing you to fall back from her, making land on your back.

He rushed to pull the pummeled Jessica further away from you and to her feet, letting her lean on him for security as she steadied herself.

“Get me away from her!” She whimpered, leaning further in to him.

“You shouldn’t have been here in the first place?! You home wrecking whore!”

“Both of you stop it!” Frank commanded, standing in between the both of you.

“Like hell I will. She’s got 10 seconds to get the fuck outta my house before I drag her ass out.”

“No you won’t Y/N, you already went too far.” Frank retorted.

“I went too far! You were fucking that home wrecking bitch in my bed. Then she has the nerve to be smug and disrespectful to me about it. And now, I’m the bad guy, I’m the fucking victim!” You couldn’t believe his willingness to defend her.

“Y/N, you still went too far. She might need to go to hospital!”

“You know what, Frank? You telling me that like I’m supposed to care?! But since you love and care about her so much more than your fucking girlfriend?? You can take the bitch there and she move in with you cause I’m fucking done!”

Without giving him a chance to give a rebuttal, you sped back up the stairs to the bedroom, you’d soon previously shared with your, now, ex-boyfriend. Tears start to flow as you threw the closet open, you grabbed your duffel bag immediately ransacking your dressers, tossing whatever clothing and necessities you needed. You were done with Frank, there wasn’t anything to talk about. Seeing how he treated her, made the ache in your heart spread even more. He went for her first even though you both were hurting. She shouldn’t even have mattered to him anymore. But apparently she meant the most, you could see that. She was the one that was in the wrong, yet he was coming to her rescue and protecting her each time. Frank had broken your heart into pieces, and you weren’t going to sit there and let him break it even more. You loved him dearly, but you loved yourself more than to deal with his infidelity.

Below you could hear the sound of muffled talking, then the front door shut. The heavy footsteps of Frank, made their way to where you were.

“Y/N.” Frank’s gruff voice called out to you. Which you ignored, and continued to pack your stuff.

“Can you stop being immature for second and just talk to me so I can explain?” Frank pleaded. A scoff left you lips, “What’s immature is me walking in on my boyfriend fucking his ex in my bed. When he could’ve been open with me when he had the chance.” You weren’t sure if he trying to get a rise out of you so you could speak to him or that bitch rubbed off of him too much because of his logic.

“I know I fucked up” He tried to reason.

“No you’re a fucked up person,” You spat finally facing him, “And if you can’t tell I don’t want to hear you’re bullshit excuse for cheating on me, Frank. You should’ve left with your lover to the hospital because I’m leaving, it’s not up for debate.” You zipped up your full duffel bag, but before you secure it over your shoulder, Frank took it from your hands.

“You’re not leaving until we talk.” He said, tossing the bag behind him.

“Frank give me my bag.” You demanded trying to go around his large form, only for him to block your way.

“Y/N I’m sorry. I know I made a mistake but I don’t want you to go.” He plead, once again. This time you could see his eyes gloss over.

“Frank how selfish can you be?!,” you spat, tears pooling in your eyes as well. Usually, you hated Frank seeing you cry but you couldn’t hold this time. Frank’s face held a shameful look as he watched the tear cascade down you rounded flustered cheeks.

“You want me to sit here and have a conversation with you when I can barely even look at you right now. You have no right! If I need space, I deserve it after today. You made your choice the moment you let her in our bed, even if it not what you want now, it what you wanted then. Just give me my bag and let me go.” You went to move around his towering frame and grabbed your bag and this time he let you. Swinging the handle on top your shoulder,

“Wait,” Frank large hands gripped you wrist tightly, halting your movements. You turned to face him, tears started running down his cheeks,“Just promise me we’ll talk.” His voice was soft, giving his last plea. It made your heart ache more. You snatched your wrist from his strong hold.

“Goodbye Frank.” With that you left out the door, without looking back.

You threw you bag in the back seat of your cousin’s car before getting in the drivers seat. Immediately, all the hurt and tears you were holding back came flood forward. Sobs rack your body as you gripped tightly on the stirring wheel. You grabbed your phone and texted you cousin that it was true and you were on your way back to her home. You still struggled to collect yourself as you started the car. Looking back at the house, you saw Frank standing outside the door, watching you. Shaking your head, you pulled off in the street, watching him shrink in the distance.

Driving away from what used to be your home, brung back every happy memory you shared with Frank. From the first night you met to last intimate moment shared between you both. Then to end of it, which you couldn’t believe was happening. You were at a lost, you lost your boyfriend to his ex, and you’re pregnant with his baby. And as fucked up as it is that you didn’t tell him, you wanted to be free of him completely. Meaning a even tougher decision was upon you, but considering everything that went down today, you were sure you were going to be making that appointment…

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nannniibobanni · 1 year

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Characters: Frank Castle! Reader. No use of (Y/N)

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, soft!frank, very domestic!frank, if you squint dom!frank(but in the loosest way possible), smut, creampie. Reader is poc, specifically black, but it only gets referenced once and it’s not too descriptive (Frank thinks about her bonnet and soft brown skin)

😅this is my first time writing ever so be easy on me. honestly this was a very self indulgent piece. i just love the idea of a slow sunday morning w the loml

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You wake up to the sun peaking in through the blinds and a heavy weight on your chest. Slowly blinking the sleep away you peer down and see a head full on hair nuzzled in between your boobs. A soft giggle escapes past your lips. Frank always said how much he enjoys falling asleep on your “homemade pillows”.

Rolling your eyes, you aimlessly start playing with his thick hair, twirling it around your fingers and gently rubbing his scalp- quickly you stop when you feel him shuffle underneath the covers. This earns a low groan from Frank.

“Did I say stop Sweetheart?” Frank mumbles while trying to bury himself closer to your warmth.

“Good morning to you too Baby,” you crane your neck down to kiss the top of his head and continue playing with his hair, “you sleep any better last night?”

Lately Frank has been waking up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat while breathlessly scrambling for words to try to explain what happened in his dreams. One night it was terrible, he dreamt you were kidnapped and tortured until you told the masked men where Frank was hiding. Ever since that night he’s been triple checking every window, door, and lock in your apartment. Afraid that you may experience the same fate as his late family. This terrified him. So, the next best thing is to protect you. Hell, he won’t even let you go down to the block by yourself! He claims that he enjoys the fresh air but secretly you both know it’s because he wants to make sure you’re safe.

“Yeah… I actually slept all through the night,” he mumbles while tracing patterns underneath your boob. You just hum back nodding, thankful that he was able to finally catch a break and sleep. Frank will never tell you, but you know he stays up most nights just watching you sleep. He enjoys the slow rise and fall of your chest, the fidgeting you do when something exciting must be happening in your dream, the way your breath hitches when he leans down to kiss your forehead goodnight.

“You hungry for some breakfast? I’ve been thinking about french toast since I got up.”

“Hmm, babygirl you know I don’t like french toast,” he chuckles while lazily kissing your chest,” too sweet. Although, I have been thinking about something else.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Frank it’s almost twelve. Please let’s get up, I’ll make you pancakes instead.” You try to say convincingly.

He just shakes his head and kisses your left boob, bringing his big warm hand to bring the growing nub closer to his mouth. He gently tugs on it between his teeth before sucking on it completely. You instinctively grab his hair and push him further into you- craving the feeling again. He laughs and releases your boob with a pop. The lewd sound sends shivers throughout your whole body.

“Why’re you in such a rush? It’s Sunday baby, we don’t got nothing to do today.”

You roll your eyes. “You have twenty minutes before I get hangry. So you better make it worth it.” You say breathlessly as he finds your boob again, sucking on it much harsher than before.

“Mmm, yeah, I can do twenty minutes.” As soon as he says that he untangles his body from yours and gets on top of you. Slowly he kisses from your jaw, down your neck and sucks on your collarbone. You shiver. “I want to make my pretty girl feel good. So you sit back, relax, and look pretty, okay?” Frank says as he stares deeply in your eyes before he engulfs you in a kiss. His smell showers over you- the scent of mint, teakwood, and the citrusy shampoo floods your senses.

He bites your lip softly while he grinds into your barely clothed body. You moan as he shifts his body weight to bring a hand down to trace over your curves. He always loves how reactive are to his touch. One caress and you’re basically putty in his hands. He moves his hand lower, toying with the top of your underwear. You buck your hips at his teasing. Frank kisses right above the elastic of your panties while looking in your eyes. God, those brown eyes will in fact be the death of you. Slowly he starts kissing your pussy through your underwear, before gently pulling them aside. He spits on your pussy causing you to jump at the sudden contact. You groan just wishing he would touch you already. The lord must’ve heard your prayer because he begins to lick a long strip up your pussy, tasting you. He hums and it sends shivers down your spine. He softly bites your lip before attacking your puffy clit with soft kisses and licks. You reach down pushing his head further into you, he finally takes the hint and begins sucking on your clit. His tongue doing figure eights, circles, and zig zags. It’s all too much, you can feel yourself dripping onto the bedsheets- silently cursing that you’re going to have to do laundry again soon. He continues this torture of getting you right on the brink of cumming before he slows down. This drives you absolutely insane.

“Frank please, I’m ready. I just want to feel you.” You nearly beg as he slips your panties down. The cool air sends shocks throughout your body- a stark contrast to the warmth he’s making you feel. You can’t help but moan when he sticks his long thick finger into your cunt.

“Baby you’re already so wet for me. But you know I need to stretch you with my fingers first, this tight pussy can’t handle my dick without it.” He uses his other hand to play with your nipple piercing, twisting and pulling in sync with the movement of his hand that’s deep in your cunt. You just nod and bite your lip because you know Frank won’t change his mind.

He starts moving faster, curling his two fingers hitting that spot only he can find. You grab onto his arm, fingernails digging into his skin. The sounds of your moans and wet pussy filling the air.

“Yeah there you go sweetheart. Feels good doesn’t it?” Fuck, you love when Frank talks to you like this, it only sends you further down the rabbit hole. “Tell me how good it feels,” he leans down and kisses your jaw. “Come on tell me,” he whispers as he bites your ear. He starts moving even faster, pushing a third finger in.

“Mm- i- it feels sooo good. Fuck I’m going to-“ He removes his hand from you sopping wet pussy and tsks his teeth.

“Aht, come on baby you know you’re not allowed to curse like that.” He says disapprovingly. You try to shoot him the best puppy dog eyes, pleading that he will start again.

“I didn’t mean it. Please Frankie let me cum,” you beg, bucking your hips up to attempt to meet his hand.

“Mm, you’re lucky we’re down to ten minutes or else I would’ve said no.” He smiles while taking his fingers up to your mouth, instinctively you open your lips. Tasting yourself, you swirl your tongue around his long fingers while making eye contact. He moans at the sight in front of him. “Fuck, my dirty girl. You like that huh?”

You just bring him into a kiss. His beard still wet with your juices, it causes you to moan. Passionately you grip the back of his head wanting to feel him even closer to you. Sometimes you joke about wanting to be in the same body so you’ll never feel alone, you giggle at the thought. He takes this as the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. You groan and suck on his tongue before kissing his soft lips again.

He moves to pull down his loose sweatpants- not breaking the kiss for even a second. He slaps his big dick against your slit before rubbing himself to coat him in your juices. Without warning he slowly enters, stretching your walls to the max. You claw at his back and wrap your legs around his hips. He’s not even fully in yet and already you feel like you’re on the brink of cumming. He kisses along your neck and snaps his hips to bury himself flush against yours. Frank let’s out the most pornographic moan and rocks himself in and out taking his time to allow you to adjust to his size.

“Look at that baby girl. You’re doing so well f’me. Mmyea fuck. Whose tight pussy is this hmm? Who can only fuck you like this?” He grunts in your ear as he starts slamming his hips against yours. All you can do is moan back in return. He grabs your face, “I said whose pussy is this baby?”

“It’s all your Frank. It’s all yours,” you say shakily. You move your hands to touch along his chest, feeling the soft hair and hard muscles constrict as he moves in and out. You know he’s close because his strokes are loosing rhythm and he starts to shake as he buries himself even deeper. He pulls one of your legs over his shoulder and rubs your puffy swollen clit. Your back arches off the bed and you squeeze around him. He hisses and continues to drill your hole. You can feel your wetness dripping down the inside of your thigh and it makes you even hornier. “Baby please cum for me. I want to feel you deep inside.” You barely get out as he hits your g-spot again.

“Yeah? You want me to cum in you? You want me to paint your walls with my cum baby girl?” He groans. You nod and start to pinch your nipples/ the sensation causing you to wriggle and buck your hips back to his. Franks eyes go wide, taking in the sight in front of him. He loves seeing you like this, your hair falling out your bonnet, the way the sun hits your soft brown skin, your lips slightly parted in euphoria, the way your eyebrows furrow-focused on not cumming. The sight almost sends him over the edge.

“Alright sweetheart, come on. Cum for me. Cum on this big dick. It’s all yours take it.” You whimper and clench around him. The heat in your belly rises and nearly explodes as he whispers sweetly in your ear, “come on, there you atta girl.” he coos. He sloppily kisses you as you come down from your orgasm. He starts to let up on his strokes, giving you a second to recoup before he chases his own high.

He starts panting, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. He leans in and presses his forehead against yours,” I want you to look at me with those pretty eyes while I come in this pussy, yeah?” You bite your lip and nod.

He groans and picks up the pace again. Soon you feel his dick twitch inside of you as he relentlessly pounds into you. His cum shooting deep inside of your walls. The feeling nearly makes you come again. He keeps his dick inside and lays on top of you, kissing all around your face until he reaches your lips. Right before he kisses you he says, “God I love you so much baby.”

You lay like that for awhile his dick still inside while y’all catch your breath. You rub patterns across his back as you hold him. He goes to kiss you again, but your stomach rumbles which causes the both of you to burst out in laughter.

“Oh my god, I forgot all about breakfast.” You chuckle as he removes himself from you. You sigh at the empty feeling- wishing you could stay like this all day.

He gets up smiling and lazily puts back on his pants. He checks the time on his phone, “it’s twelve forty five. Guess I took longer than twenty minutes huh?” He says cheekily as he kisses your forehead again. “Let me go get a rag for ya.”

You lay there, just taking it all in, wondering how you got so lucky with a man like Frank. He reappears and wipes gently muttering a sorry when he brushes against your sensitive clit.

“Now, let’s get up and get some breakfast my love.”

#frank castle x reader #frank castle #the punisher #x reader #poc reader #poc writer #smut #fluff #domestic bliss #jon bernthal

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wanderlustpeach · 2 years

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MASTERLIST;

— a collection of stories written by yours truly ;)

[steve rogers masterpost]

→ one last kiss;

synopsis: in which Steve gives you one last kiss.

→ meant to be; pt 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

→ ghost of you;

synopsis: he was nothing be the ghost, a shell of a man he once was. it was a cruel joke. Steve was nothing but small fragments of the man she left behind.

[bucky barnes masterpost]

→ meant to be;

synopsis: some people are meant to be, some aren't. there's never in-between.

→ meant to be; part 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

[tony stark masterpost]

→ sugar baby;

synopsis: the team loved to label you, as the greedy sugar baby that's lived of the one and only Tony Stark’s pockets.

[wanda maximoff masterpost]

→ little red;

synopsis: shame. nothing but shame to be in love with a women how couldn't see you the same.

→ for love;

synopsis; she was your world, you were her girl.

[matt murdock masterpost]

→ not her;

synopsis: maybe it was for the better, to be left alone in a world which was never designed for you.

→ broken dreams;

synopsis: there always be a fine line between love and hate.

[frank castle masterpost]

→ i’m worth it;

synopsis: all you wanted was him, why was that so hard for frank to understand. What was it? was it the age difference or was it because he couldn’t see you nothing more then just a kid. compared to him.

[billy russo masterpost]

→ counting stars;

synopsis: who didn’t love older guys, you know you did. glady even if it came of the disapproval of your mother’s.

| masterlist |

[tasm! peter parker masterpost]

→ second best;

synopsis: being second best is something, you truly came accustomed to while dating peter parker.

#bucky barnes angst #bucky barns x reader #steve rogers angst #poc!reader #steve rogers x reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x y/n #grant ward x reader #frank castle angst #frank castle x reader #tasm peter parker x you #tasm peter parker x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark series #tony stark x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #SoundCloud

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enretrogue · 4 months

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𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Bumblebee Series: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢ — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Soft!Dark!Mafia!Bucky x Runaway Bride!Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Peachy Sweet: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @straywords .☘︎ ݁˖

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Apple Bottom Jeans (+Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

#15 w/ Frank Castle — @bits-and-babs

Bambi With Fangs ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @bubuslutty

Bring Me Home — @frvnkcastles

Bakery AU — @devils-dares

Love Language (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Imagine #1,044 (+ Shane Walsh) — @komotionlessqueenmm

Primal — @darlingshane

Instagram AU — @amhrosina

You’re Everything I Never Knew I Needed — @lemon-world1

Cowboy!Frank — @rrestrella

Really Bad Week — @chvoswxtch

“Come here…Hey! I said come. Here.” — @bullet-prooflove

Sanctuary — @glossysoap

Biting Truth — @narcolini

Soft Morning Sex w/ Frank — @amhrosina

Cutesy Blurb — @thyme-in-a-bubble

Frank w/ An Inexperienced Reader — @amhrosina

STEVE ROGERS

His Inheritance: Chapter 26 ⎢ Chapter 27 — @jtargaryen18

FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK

Spelling Out “I Love You” — @amhrosina

Baking w/ Matty and Frankie — @chvoswxtch

An Unexpected Delight — @amhrosina

TWD

GLENN RHEE

CDC — @collecting-stories

Feel Me — @nikkisheep

Never Stopped Looking — @glennrheesworld

Sex w/ Glenn — @strgrlxox

PEAKY BLINDERS

LUCA CHANGRETTA

Busted — @mlmxreader

Our Scars — @arzennn

MICHAEL GRAY

Behind On That Cute Date ⎢ Chocolate Pie — @anonymooseforever007

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Airport Snow — @there-goes-thefighter

Angel of Birmingham — @darkdevasofdestruction

Quid Pro Quo — @scorpiussage

THOMAS SHELBY

Dragon’s Den — @pherelesytsia

Afternoon Shelby Chaos ⎢The Boys ⎢Dad!Tommy ⎢Mr. Giraffe — @teenwolf-theoriginals

Mama Bear — @dlmlufics

Arthur + Cards — @dlmlufics

Big Sister Bess — @dlmlufics

Escape to Me — @daisyblinder

GEN. PEAKY BLINDERS

The Proposal (Shelby!Reader) — @anonymooseforever007

TGM

COURT GENTRY/SIERRA SIX

Take a Nap Amidst the Storm — @lloydsbitch

Home — @welcome-to-my-multiverse

SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN

Ready for Destruction (Prologue) — @holylulusworld

STRANGER THINGS

JIM HOPPER

Handcuffed — @thisfanisgonesorry

Taking Control — @call-me-little-sunshine84

Workplace Gossip — @darling-i-read-it

Batch of Cookies — @sunnylands-world

Hopper x Sleepy!Reader — @ddejavvu

DBF!Hopper — @ddejavvu

Final Essay — @keerysteacake

Plain Old Man — @ddejavvu

Out of the Woods — @mypoisonedvine

DBF!Hopper — @empresskylo

#navigation

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bubuslutty · 10 months

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Skin & Bones

Frank Castle's masterlist

pairing: frank castle x skinny!fem reader (platonic or romantic? who knows)

word count: 1.5k

tags: fluff, 3rd person pov, she/her pronouns, reader is referred to as darling/Frank's darling, insecurities, body image, poc friendly, sfw

warnings: none

summary: Frank's darling is petite, skinny, scrawny, whatever you want to call her. Frank can easily break her in half if he wanted. She might be strong and incredibly intelligent, but nobody is absolutely safe from feeling insecure from time to time.

a/n: uhhh I wrote this cuz I was feeling insecure abt the way I looked, I don't feel that way a lot but sometimes I do and I hate it. and I just wanted to write Frank to provide some comfort to reader. that's all 💙

Everyone has insecurities. Some more than others. Some know how to cope with them, and others don't. And God help you if you were a woman born into this world, because every made up insecurity under the sun will be shoved down your throat, or they will try at least, to make you feel like shit and buy whatever product they're claiming will change your life and solve all of your problems.

Frank noticed a lot of things, and lately he's been noticing how his darling stares a bit too long at the women around them.

He hears her sigh once in a while when she's alone, and he watches how her smiles start to dim and how much quieter she becomes, lost in her thoughts.

He notices how her eyes sparkle and shine in admiration and awe when they're hanging out with Karen. And he sure does hear her ramble and talk about how beautiful and cool Karen is when they're in the car, on their way home.

But then she would lock herself in her room and he wouldn't hear a single sound from her, except when he knocks on her door to call her to come and eat.

His darling, so intelligent and pretty, who, in his eyes, belongs in a painting, hung in a Museum, rather than with him, stained with blood and dirt, the ghosts of every person he's killed attached to him like a disease.

And yet, here she is, helping him take out any scum they believed needed to be gone. She investigates, looks for clues, interrogates before he goes to interrogate whoever they're holding captive, hacks whatever needs to be hacked, orders new weapons and ammunition and is the face of their little weird twisted family. She's the one who speaks at the bank when they need to open another account under fake identities. She's the one who sweet talks them out of sticky situations without having him break someone's nose or windpipe. She's the one who negotiates for their benefit.

But she's also the one who's used as bait to catch killers with fetishes, predators and disgusting scums. She's the one who distracts and deceives while Frank is handing out tickets to the afterlife like free sweets behind her smile, staining the back of her legs and slim neck with fresh blood.

And when they're all done for the day, she helps stitch him up, helps clean up their equipment, cooks something to eat when she has a bit of energy, and on days she can't get herself to make anything, she orders them something nice to eat.

More often than not, they'll end up on the sofa, in fresh pajamas and eating while watching a random show, and then Frank would fall asleep and his head would roll to the side, resting on her shoulder. Darling would pet his dark short hair and slowly push his heavy head away, and try to wake him up so he'll sleep on his bed instead.

This is just a glimpse of what their life consists of, but let's all come back to the beginning; insecurities.

Frank's darling is petite, skinny, scrawny, whatever you want to call her. She's shorter than him, her arms are long and he can hold both of her wrists with one hand with ease, he could practically break her if he wanted.

On most days, she was comfortable in her skin, making peace with the fact that no matter what she ate, or how much she ate, her body remained the same. Sometimes she would bang her hip bone with a table and hiss, and sometimes she wouldn't be able to open things or support the weight of certain guns with one hand alone, and that was alright, because Frank was there to do it for her. There were many things Frank could do, but also a lot of things he couldn't do.

Frank would notice how annoyed she becomes when they're out shopping for clothes, and no pair of jeans would fit around her waist, infuriating her. But that was alright, he would grab her hand and walk straight to the next store, to get her a pair of jeans that would fit as intended.

Even bulletproof vests have to be tightened a lot, especially when she has to wear one, but no worries, Frank would be there to adjust the size for her when need be.

"Hey," Frank knocked on her bedroom's door, which was already wide open.

Darling looked up from her position on the bed, she was curled up in the middle against the headboard, wrapped in a blanket and hugging one of her pillows to her chest. And Frank could practically smell the upset oozing out of her.

"Frank?" She said in a quiet voice, smiling a bit.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course."

Darling scooted a bit to the side and allowed Frank to sit next to her, making sure his boots didn't touch her clean bedsheets, staying on the ground.

"What's wrong?" He asked, not looking at her, instead at the random clothes and objects scattered around her room.

"Nothing really, just feeling a bit weird that's all." She shrugged, hugging her pillow closer to her chest.

"Hm, weird." Frank repeated, nodding once and scratching his chin.

"Yeah, just… feeling weird." She repeated, glancing at him.

"D'you wanna talk about it?" He offered, now properly turning his head to look straight at her, his eyes showing nothing but safety, Frank’s safe, he's safe-

Darling thought about it for a long time and nodded, pressing her body closer to his, trying to hide somehow. And he threw an arm over her shoulder, squeezing her tight against him.

"Do you– Do you think I'm pretty?" She whispered and Frank was a bit taken back.

"Of course," Frank said without hesitation.

Darling looked at him without saying anything, and sighed, "Are you saying that because you're a gentleman or do you really mean it? It's alright, I won't be offended if you don't think so, because I still will be more good looking than you, at least."

Frank cracked a smile and chuckled, "I'm being honest, I think you're very pretty, I won't lie to you."

"Okay," Darling whispered, nodding, "But do you think I'm too skinny?..."

Now, Frank frowned at that, "What's wrong with being skinny?"

"I don't know? Maybe because I'm not that strong, I'm not really– I'm not really curvy like most women and I don't know– Maybe I want to be a bit bigger?-" Darling rambled, avoiding eye contact with him and fiddling with her fingers.

"Beautiful, the way you look doesn't matter unless it affects your health, trust me." Frank said, cupping one of her cheeks and turning her face so he could make her look at him.

"I know, but sometimes I wished I had bigger hips, y'know? Maybe more fat under my skin, and maybe I wanted bigger boobs as well? I feel so much smaller and like- like puberty skipped me or something! And it's unfair! I want to look like other women as well-" Darling said, eyes shining with unshed tears as Frank watched her panic and hold her head in her hands as if that was an absolute catastrophe to have skinny hips and small boobs.

"Come on, stop with that bullshit." Frank gently scolded.

"You know it's true, Karen is so beautiful, she's so stunning and I look like a teenage boy." Darling said, now actually crying.

Frank's heart dropped a bit and he immediately collected her in his arms, rubbing her back in an attempt to sooth her.

"Let me tell you something, you're perfect just the way you are. Your body is constantly changing, you won't stay the same forever, you know that, right?" Frank said against her temple as she clutched tight onto his black t-shirt.

"I know, but it still makes me feel like shit sometimes. I know it's stupid-" She cried against his chest, feeling even worse because her periods are due in a couple of days. So she couldn't tell if she did really feel that insecure or if the feelings were amplified by hormones.

"It's not stupid. Everyone has shit they're insecure about, but you need to know that whatever you're insecure about is just a bunch of bullshit. Nobody cares if you're not curvy, if someone likes you, they'll like whatever you look like." Frank said, patting her back.

"But what if I don't find someone that'll like me because they think I'm too skinny?" Darling whispered.

"Now that's stupid." Frank scoffed, "You won't even speak to anyone who'll prioritize the way your body looks over what's in that brain, baby."

Frank's darling's crying was now reduced to small sniffles against his chest and she slowly looked up at him, wet eyelashes, runny nose and all.

"The only thing that I like about being skinny is that you can carry me like a suitcase so I don't have to walk." She said, shyly cracking a smile when Frank laughed, "Attagirl,"

"That's my girl, you're beautiful and smart, don't let anyone try to make you think otherwise, or I'll kidnap them and their kids." Frank said, making her burst out laughing.

"Not the kids!"

"Not the kids." Frank chuckled and placed a kiss to the crown of her head, smiling in her hair and vowing to punch anyone's esophagus if they ever made his girl feel insecure about her looks.

His darling might have bony arms, a tiny waist and a bit of the outline of her ribcage can be seen everytime she stretched. She can have bony hips and hit herself against tables once in a while, no flesh or meat cushioning her hipbone. But he doesn't give a shit what she looks like.

Because he knows how beautiful she looks when she's not looking at herself in a mirror or toying with her fingers and thinking about what ifs.

He loves that she can easily wrap herself around him, like a baby koala, with her long limbs, and sleep against him. He loves that she can practically fit in many tight places that he can't fit in, so that's more places to keep her safe when shit hits the fan.

He loves that many of her opponents underestimate what she can do, resulting more often that not, in their death.

He loves how different they are, yet so similar in certain things. They both want to get rid of shitty people the justice system struggles to hold accountable. They both share a drive to survive that is completely outmatched, he'll claw his way to hell and so will she.

Frank wishes that he could help her understand the way he sees her, but he doesn't think he's that good at expressing what he really means. So as long as she's fine by his side, so is he.

thank you for reading 💙

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idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock · 1 year

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Hey in your last update you can Upload part Two ?

hope ur ok: pt2

GIF by kamillahn

TW: are you allergic to fluff? if so piss off

Pairing: Fem reader teacher x Matt Murdock

(tag requested) @chezagnes

“you weren’t joking about times tables, were you?” asked Matt as he heard you take out some papers from your briefcase.

“Do I sound like a joking person?”

Matt was used to women falling down at his feet, and begging him to be with them. Though, that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t do the same in due time, but thats just how you were.

Hard to get.

“No, but, my times tables?” asked Matt as he began to stand up from his bed, “out of all the things, you’d have me recite numbers?”

He had to be sixteen, because there was no way someone could be so whiney.

as you sat down on the chair beside his bed, you began to place the essays your students had written; on the top of your lap, you said, “you’re a lawyer, right?”

“Thats the rumor on the street.”

You signed as your hands went over the dots, “so, you know the constitution, history, aws that were passed years ago and cases that hardly matter to us now backwards and forwards, right?”

“yes.” replied Matt a he swung his legs over the bed and placed his feet not he the floorboards, then facing your voice you said, “So, the one thing you probably could give two fucks about is math and science. Right?”

“yes…”

“And you’re a lawyer. and by the time I have spent talking to you, and by the way I’ve seen you maneuver yourself around court— you seem like the type of guy to think he knows everything.”

“I do.”

“whats seven times five hundred and twenty tree?”

he paused. Thinking for a moment he replied cockily, “Two thousand, three hundred and sixty one.”

“wrong.” you said with a laugh, “It’s three hundred, six hundred and sixty one.”

In embarrassment in pointed his head away from your direction, though you continued laughing by replying “So, Matthew, you don’t know everything.”

“you want to humble me.”

“No,” you replied as your hands continued towards the page, “That’s what church is for… I just think you need to broaden your perspective on people.”

“by doing my times tables and chemistry?”

“Why not?” you asked as you’re hands stopped feeling the dots that were on the page, “you need to learn how to stretch you’re brain from just the circle that you live in.”

“So you’re a therapist.” said Matt in a laugh as he relaxed he just got himself into some trouble with you.

“No, I’m just a person who thinks you have more potential than what you see in yourself. God knows why He gave you a second chance, but he did. By seeing you and the way you treated you’re partners in the last case you three did— made me think that If I was ever in a situation that I had to deal with that— that I’d want that person to realize that they aren’t a little perfect creampuff that gets to walk on the face of the earth. And if it takes for me to teach you how to balance and equation or for me to sit down with you and practice seven times forty nine— then it will.”

Matt looked away from the sunlight and set his peripherals back to you.

His eyes, defocused yet so concentrated on your words.

Concentrated on you.

“So, when do we start, teach?”

Check out my Matt X Fem Frank Castles sister POC OC!!

#matt murdock x reader #mattmurdockxreader #matt murdock fic #please dont come at me #mattmurdockxfemreader #mattmurdocksmut #mattmurdockrequest #daredevilbornagain #daredevilau #daredevil s3

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smut-angel · 2 years

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i need more frank castle x poc reader in my life 😭😭

same! that’s why im here lol

#asks

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buckyhoney · 3 years

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❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝

"the red room?" the memories crash into you like a tidal wave, "where i was kept- trained."

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: black widow!reader x frank castle

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prettykittycastle · 1 year

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Let It Out on Me

Summary: Frank comes home mad and frustrated and needs to let it out on something. The reader decides to volunteer theirself to let Frank let out his frustrations on.

(The reader is afab, and gender-neutral, and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Multiple orgasms, Dirty talk, choking)

“Please, please, please,” I repeated over and over again, my voice getting higher and higher each time he thrusted into me.

“Please? Please what, baby?” Frank said grunting, his thrusts not letting up on me. “You can’t want me to stop? I know you don’t. Your fucking cream’s all on me.”

I moaned even louder at his words, knowing they were right. We’ve been going at it for so long and I’ve came so many times that I can feel the cream on his dick begin to slowly drip every time I pushed back on him.

The minute he came through the door, I recognized the look in his eyes immediately. It was the look of pent-up anger and frustration at some failed mission of his and I knew that he wanted to let out his frustration in some way. As a respectful and supportive partner, I gladly decided that it would be best for him to let me be the one he lets out his anger and frustration on. (And I absolutely loved every second of it,)

“It’s good for your mental health,” I had told him. He looked hesitant at first, but the minute I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, and slid my hand inside to feel him, he quickly agreed with me.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered into the bed, clenching my hands around the sheets, cumming again for fifth time. My pussy was clenching hard around him so much, and he let out a moan, somehow quickening his thrusts even more. “Frankie, baby-”

“I know, I know,” he moaned. “It’s good, huh?”

“Yes!” I yelled, another orgasm beginning inside of me.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, before I felt his rough hands grab my shoulders. He began pulling my body to him with each thrust, really letting out his frustration on me.

“Fuck, Frank!” I yelled, feeling the sixth orgasm wash over me. My head was suddenly fuzzy and my pussy continued to clench and unclench around him constantly. Fuck, my pussy’s gonna be so sore tomorrow, I thought, trying to get rid of the fuzziness, and enjoy him fucking me.

He moaned loudly behind me, slowly moving his hands from my shoulders to my neck, wrapping them around it.

“You okay, baby?” He asked.

I knew that was his way of asking me if it was alright to do this, and I nodded my head to him.

“Words, baby,” he said, his thrusts beginning to slightly slow down. Only slightly. “I want words.”

“Yeah, yes,” I nodded again, pushing my hips back on him, trying to get him to speed his thrusts back up again.

Encouraged by my words, he tightened his hands around my neck, cutting off a tiny bit of air in me, and began thrusting roughly back into me.

The feeling of his strong, rough hands squeezing my neck combined with his harsh thrusts made my head feel fuzzy again, and I could feel my pussy clenching wildly around him.

"Fucking take it," Frank grunted, his dick going even deeper in me than before. "Take it, baby. Be good and just take it."

"Oh, shit," I cried, feeling another orgasm beginning, already knowing that it was going to be strong.

"Give it to me. Cream on me again."

The words coming out of his mouth, his harsh thrusts, the grunts and moans, and the feel of his hands choking me was too much to take anymore.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I yelled as the seventh orgasm finally overcame me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head in ecstasy and my senses were all fuzzy. "Oh, fuck!"

"You want my cum?" He asked, his thrusts continuing, but now wild and out of rhythm. He moved his hands from my neck and put them on my hips, squeezing them hard. My pussy was still clenching around him tightly and I could feel a pleasurable sting of overstimulation from his thrusting. "You want my fucking cum?"

"Please...cum, Frankie," my words did the trick for him, and he quickly pulled out.

I heard him grunting and groaning behind me for a few seconds, before he let out a loud animalistic growl, and I felt the warm feel of his cum landing on my ass cheeks.

Out of breath and tired, I let go of the bedsheets and dropped my upper body completely flat on the bed with my ass still in the air in front of him.

It was quiet for a while, both of us panting, letting our orgasms wash over us. After a while he spoke. "Thanks, sweetie," he said, out of breath. "That was good."

I was about to respond to him, but I heard his feet hurry out of the room. I heard the sink run in the bathroom then stop and I lifted my head to look over my shoulder and saw him entering the bedroom holding a wet paper towel.

"I, uh..." He began, wiping the cum off me with the towel. "I wasn't too rough,...right?" He tried to hide it, but I could hear in his voice how nervous he was, and it made me smile. Fucks me like an animal, then becomes shy.

"You were fucking great, baby. You didn't hurt me." Feeling him finish wiping, I forced my body to sit up and turned to look at him, soreness already starting between my legs. His usual confidence was gone and now I saw the cute, adorable uncertainty of my boyfriend.

"You promise," he asked.

"Yes," I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on his nose then moved down to kiss his lips, knowing the action would make him smile. "You know you'd never hurt me, Frank."

The adorable, shy smile I was hoping for spread across his face and he shyly ducked his head down. "Sorry I was in a mood when I got home."

"Don't be sorry, Frankie," I told him, his shyness making me slightly horny again. "Next time you need to let out some frustration, let it out on me."

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plussizeappreciationfics · 5 years

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Can i request a scenario with Frank Castle and a black reader where he sees her at a local bar and he's mesmerized by her singing? Maybe they flirt?

Frank being awestruck by your beauty and voice in a random bar includes:

-Him not being able to stop looking at you as you’re sitting on the small stage, your eyes closed while you sing your heart out

-Your voice making all the stress of the day leave his body, a reaction response Frank never had in his life

-Him slowly sipping on his drink while tapping his foot along to the song your singing, his eyes scanning you from head to toe

-Him deciding that you’re the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes upon

-Him getting annoyed at the drunks yelling inappropriate comments during your performance

-Him chuckling when you open your eyes and roll them at the nasty comments before spotting him sitting in a quiet booth in the corner

-Frank’s heart skipping several beats as you continue to sing while staring at him, making him feel like you’re singing to him. Only him

-The song ending and the bar erupting in loud applause and cheers while you thank the crowd before stepping off the stage, avoiding the drunks who try again to get close to you

-You walking over to the bar and ordering a water as your throat is dry

-Frank not wasting any time and making his way over to you, not being able to stop thinking about how beautiful and talented you are

-“You’re voice is angelic. I know this sounds so cheeky but I just want you to know that”

-His words making your heart flutter in your chest as you softly thank him with a beautiful smile on your face

-The two of you ending up talking for a little while, Frank shamelessly but respectfully flirting with you, his hand resting on your thick thighs while he voices his wishes to take you out on a date

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-Emmanuelle 💋❤️

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pastelastronomy24 · 2 years

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👀👀are y’all ready?? Dropping soon

#plus size reader #black!reader #poc reader #frank castle #frank castle x reader

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aliypop · 2 years

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Why’d You only Call Me ? (Chapter2)

Why’d You only Call Me ?

Pairing: POC F OC X Frank Castle

Warning: Angst, mentions of blood, language,

Wordcount: 2,445

A/N: So this is taking place during the end of Defenders and the beginning of Punisher. POC F Oc x Frank Castle, Addie belongs to @herosneednotapply she helped with plotting of this amazing story! And yes the title is based off of Why’d you only call me when you’re high. If you like it let me know !

Summary: After the events of The Defenders ridding of The Hand, Yonah finds herself on the battlefield of her own ghost and the ghost of the man she always came to love.

"You good..." Frank asked as Yonah nodded, her eyes looking to the left of her, "Yeah... I think someone at Homeland knows that, uh, I killed my fiance." she began to laugh out of nervousness. "I don't think that's it." he shook his head, "Okay then maybe... maybe... hear me out..." her towel wrapped around her body, "They know that Carlo's missing... yeah, could be that!" Yonah turned to face Frank as he rolled his eyes, "Nah, it could be about Red?" he suggested as Yonah snapped her fingers and pointed at him, "Bingo... Frank, you're a genius!" she grinned. He knew that Yonah was going through it, that she wasn't herself, eyes twitching finger-snapping and mouth moving at the speed of her brain too damn fast. "Red lipstick or neutral?" Yonah asked,

"Eh... Neutral"

"I'll just mix em together and get the color rutrual!"

"The hell is that?" he laughed, "When you mix a red lipstick and brown lipstick, and then it's like a berry color and." she stopped talking as Frank looked at her, "You okay..." she looked down "I forgot to put on pants..." she sighed looking at her shoes, "Aye it's a nice look." he winked kissing her forehead, "Oh stop it..." she laughed, walking back into her closet,

"You're gonna be okay while I'm away at work, right?"

"Got some stuff to do myself."

"Well, be safe, don't get into any trouble. Okay,"

"Alright."

"Oh, and I made you lunch. Fogg's brother offered me a lifetime of Nelson cold cuts, so..." she sighed, jumping around putting on her dress slacks. "Are you saying my lunch ain't good enough?" he acted as if he were a bit offended, "Eating my Betty Crocker Ravi's out the can is not breakfasting, so..." she glanced over at him, "Shouldn't be eatin em anyway..."

"Whys that..." she asked, putting her contacts in her eyes.

" Fake Italian food..." he gruffed,

"Well, I know a real Italian that I can eat, so..." she winked, handing him her brush, "Jesus Christ Yon go to work." he laughed, shaking his head, using her brush to do his hair, "Kicking me out already," she chuckled, as he handed her, her motorcycle keys, "A little bit..." he nodded,

"I'm taking the car this time."

The office was spotless, much like Wayne enterprises, but what would anyone suspect when it's Homeland Security. "The honorable District Attorney Yonah Shanel Wayne of Gotham City." Yonah stopped in her tracks. "Yes, that's me... well was." she mumbled under her breath, "Agent Sam Stein, I'm Dinah's partner." he smiled, shaking her hand, "Pleasure to meet you," Yonah smiled, her lavender pantsuit breaking up the bland office attire. "So you stepped down from being a D.A.," Sam asked as Yonah chuckled. The news did carry fast.

"Yeah... It was stressful..." she chuckled, "Very stressful..." blood pooling at her feet as some dripped off of her hands, slowly it was rising as she stilled herself, waiting for it to drown her, Yonah could hear voices talking to her, but Yonah couldn't make out what they were saying, no matter how hard Yonah tried to listen, submerged in her world of self-pity, and nothing was pulling her out nothing but-

The scent of her father's perfume breezing by, black trench coat, and the stench of new money, she could smell a gutter rat from miles away, "Ms. Wayne..." he winked dark soulless eyes turning to look back at her,

"Who's he..."

"That's Madani's love toy." Sam rolled his eyes, "Brings her coffee every morning, and we pretend she's not in love with him." he whispered. Yonah laughed, "Mmm... sounds like there are some underlying issues." she chuckled, " Wreaks mommy issues..." she whispered back, the door creaked opened as Yonah gulped, Yonah felt as if this was the principal's office at Gotham Academy only except the principal was hot, and had curls she could get lost in for days,

"Ms. Wayne..."

"Agent Madani," Yonah cleared her throat, eyes focused on the other woman, the door closing behind them as Stein pouted. He never got to be with the "Cool" kids. "Pardon me, but why am I here..." Yonah asked, ankles crossed in her seat, "Glad you asked..." she pointed towards the picture on the wall. For a start, this had nothing to do with anything she'd done, which was a sigh of relief. "Do you know a Frank Castle..." she asked, as Yonah mumbled under her breath, "Shit..." Yonah shook her head Pokerface time. "Depends on Why..." she looked at her manicured nails, Dinah losing her patience already with the lawyer,

"Well, let's just say he might've been in some deep shit..."

"How deep are we talking, agent..." she leaned in,

"See these pictures... " Dinah gestured to them. Yonah nodded, violent and bloody her favorite two things nowadays, "I believe he killed my partner..." she sighed, "So I'm going to ask again when was the last time you saw Frank Castle..." back turned towards the bloodied pictures askew on her wall,

"The court hearing." Yonah asked, "Which was the week before he died." she looked the agent in the face. If it was one thing a "perfect" child knew how to do correctly was lie. "Is that so, Ms. Wayne," she asked. Yonah's eyes focused on her black curls and beautiful skin." Why would I lie to keep a dead man safe? As a lawyer, I'm under oath to tell the truth." she chuckled. Madani only rolled her eyes,

"So you weren't with him on the night of the ship accident."

"I had to work late, organizing legal documents and sheet music, a hard task can't put the Sodenheim with the Mahone case file, West Side Story doesn't mix with petty crimes." she joked, "However, it makes you feel any better... I'll keep you posted." Yonah nodded as she began to stand up, her hand on the door nob.

"Were you involved with him in any way Ms. Wayne..." the challenge question for 200?

"Nosey about my sex life, are we..." she mumbled under her breath, "No, I was just a Jr Lawyer when I met him... that would be considered taboo and get me disbarred before I even started." she chuckled Dinah only nodding at her answers.

"Can I ask you a question..."

"By all means..."

"Are you involved with that guy that walked out of your office?" she asked as Madani was shocked, "You've got a hickey on your neck..." she whispered.

BZT

"You good?"

"We need to talk... pronto..."

Yonah texted back, she wasn't angry with Frank, but she was infuriated. Already trying to make things right, and here he was covering up, but still, a part of her knew she had her reasons. "How'd it go-" Yonah walked past Frank, the silent treatment. He remembered this all too well with the fights he'd have with Maria, "Yonah..." he began to get a little worried, watching as she poured herself a glass of lemonade (possibly spiked),

"Damn it, talk to me!"

"Explain to me why a gorgeous homeland agent is looking into your time in Iraq and getting ME INVOLVED!" she shouted, "Yonah-" he reached out to her, the taste in his mouth dry, "Did you or did you not do it..." she growled,

"I didn't have a choice."

"Bullshit..." she glared at him, "Bullshit Frank... Aren't I struggling enough right now..." she asked, laughing in hysterics, "Struggling with making this about you!" he responded,

"Huh, is that it cause daddy doesn't like ya cause you got blood on your hands or cause you think everyone needs savin but you..."

"Get out..." Yonah mumbled, voices in her head rambling at 90 miles a minute,

"Not even gonna let me explain..."

"I've heard enough... just get out go..."

"Yonah..."

"GO!"

"Hey, kid, you okay..." Addie asked, tapping her fingers on her marble island. "Yeah... yeah, me and Frank got into it again..." Yonah sighed, "Only instead of hot sex until 7 am I kicked him out the house..." she nodded, "Yonah for what now..." she sighed, "He's hiding something from me about Iraq..." she laughed, "I asked him about it he throws my answer back in my face and..." she heard crackling noises,

"Hello... Yonah..."

"Sorry, Addie, it's these freaking New York bugs..." she said, texting her to play along as if having hallucinations wasn't enough. Someone bugged her apartment.

"Did you call an exterminator..."

"Not yet, maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. I heard they were good." she walked into her bedroom, more crackling,

"Around this season, maybe busy on booking,"

"Yeah, it's pretty infested..." she sighed. Yonah knew who she had to call, but would he even answer. Grabbing her keys, she left out to head towards her office.

"Mr. Russo, your uh contract came in." Ezra gave him a warm smile, short blonde hair curled. "Thank you, Ezra." he winked. Billy knew that Ezra, his secretary had a thing for him. Of course, he'd never act on it, being that he had a fling, so to speak, with Madani. "Love the skirt, by the way..." he complimented her, "Thanks, it's my sisters..." she winked back at him, "Yonah, right?" Ezra was surprised at how he knew, "You too look almost identical." his charming grin on his face, "Yeah, we're um twins." she nodded, "Well, you're the better looking one." he leaned in to look at her, the red-tinted blush on her face, "Thank you, sir, you're not so bad looking yourself." she began to flirt,

"So you find me attractive..."

"Do you..."

"How does picking you up taking you somewhere nice sound?"

"Say 8 485 West 46th Street,"

"Hey, Barbs, I got a favor to ask you..." Yonah sighed, sitting in her office chair,

"Does it have anything to do with Dick trying to get back with me?"

"No, you two broke up again?" she asked as Barba sighed, "I guess that's a yes..." clicking her pen top. "Anyways, what do you need..." Barba asked, her hands typing away on her keyboard, "I may need you to track the location of someone." she sighed.

"Is it that Frank guy..."

"Maybe..."

"Yonah..."

"Yes... but I need to know where he is.

"Your temper, huh... sorry I was reading your text... You know you two are kinda both in the wrong..." Barba said,

"Yeah... " Lieberman looked over at Frank, "I mean, she had a point..." he sighed, "But you have a point too." he agreed, of course, he did David may or may not have been a bit scared (turned on) by Frank, "Doesn't matter..." he sighed, Frank figured he meant to be alone, that there was nothing left for him, but Yonah kicking him out, no way, that wasn't rooted from something,

"Well, you love her, right?"

"Yeah..." he sighed, "Just as much ad I love Maria..." and he and Maria had horrible fights, but they'd remember why they loved each other so much. He just had to remember why he loved her so much.

"So I know she's a lawyer..." he mumbled, "Grumpy probably..." he joked as Frank glared, "Not grumpy..." he asked as Frank rolled his eyes, "She's tough, handles everything like it ain't nothing..." he sighed, "Never judged me for nothing but she's so hard on herself..." he laughed,

"And her temper, mmm she's got a huge ass temper and her ego, " he laughed, "But uh when we first met." he nearly swooned as David listened, hands resting on his chin, "I met her in the hospital strapped to the bed. It wasn't gonna be the last time we'd meet like that, but, uh, I see this short woman dressed in her costume for a show, barely even legal to be my attorney, let alone an assistant, and she says to me."

"What did she say..." David asked, a sucker for love stories. "Mr. Castle is it... I'm Yonah, your other attorney " she looked up to see Frank, "And it took my breath away..." he smiled,

"How'd you get in..."

"Nice makeshift Batcave, Mr. Lieberman, is it?"

"Yeah, that didn't answer my damn question." Yonah shrugged, looking around, "So this is where you stay now, Frankie..." she glanced at him as he sighed,

"Answer the nice man's questions..."

"Had you tracked, which was fucking hard for Oracle to do..." she sat on his computer desk, "Brava on the coding, by the way, though my little brother could hack you under the table."

"The one who drinks eight cups of coffee."

"Bingo, Frankie boy ." she laughed, "Stop calling me that..." he growled, "Oh, the secret having tigers feisty today ..."

"Another question..." David sighed, "Who the hell are you..."

"I'm Batman... well, my dad is, I'm just Yonah Shanel Wayne..." she teased as Frank chuckled,

"Wait, so Bruce Wayne is dating Batman..." both Yonah and Frank looking at each other for the first time since their argument,

"Uh yes... yeah if that's what you think, kid." the two laughing, "I knew it..." David grinned, "The Batman's gay..."

"Damn straight he is..." Frank joked as Yonah nudged him, throwing her super strength in there, mouthing a "Sorry for being a bitch..." at Frank as he smiled, "A brat yes a bitch never..." he joked, hand on his chest,

"Oh... is this the lawyer Girlfriend..." Lieberman asked as Frank glared at him,

"Yeah, I am... and my place bugged," she sighed, "So..."

"You need a place to crash..."

"Yeah, kinda packed a few bags and whatnot, so..."

"Frank, can we talk..."

"Anything you gotta say to me, you can say it in front of my girl."

"What if we can't trust her..." Lieberman sighed, "What if she's working with Homeland as a spy!" he growled, "My family already thinks I'm dead, and I don't wanna be dead!" Yonah chuckled, "One, i'm not a spy...two, my family wishes me dead probably..." she mumbled as Frank glared over at him,

"What..."

"They think he's dead..."

"Like dead..." she glanced over, "Sorry..." she mouthed as David nodded, "it's okay... look if we can trust you, then prove it." snapping her fingers, Yonah stood in front of him in her super suit, her amulet in her tool belt.

"Holy shit, that was a ballsy move.."

"Yeah, if they're double D's." she joked as Frank shook his head, her humor always at the weirdest times. Standing there in sweatpants, boots, and a cropped Columbia University shirt was Yonah,

"So you're ..."

"Pink Fury is also known as Pink Enchantress." she shrugged, "Yeah, we can trust her..." David nodded, "Good cause I'm making Baked Zitti." she grinned, "Lieberman, you're on sauce duty, Frank cutting duty."

"Yes, ma'am.."

"Yes, Chief."

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