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A violent man calling me a good girl would fix me
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Ride, Cowgirl.
pairing: dbf!southern!frank castle x afab!reader
summary: neither of you can keep last night off your mind, needing more Frank finds comfort in your room.
warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 52), use of pet names, dirty dirty thoughts!!!, mention of a divorced dad?, fingering, sex!!, praise kink asf, oral (f receiving), soft frank, reader calls him frankie accidentally, frank making noise in bed, riding like a cowgirl!!, bearded frank <3, no mentions of y/n, no descriptions of reader, not proofread
word count: 3514 words
author’s note: I’m in love with darlin’ and frank, they are simply the lomls currently. anyway, the end gives the perfect set up for a third part if it is desired!! In the meantime, it’s 1;30 am for me and I need sleep!! please enjoy <3
read the first part cowgirl ! and the next part cowboy hats !
Boyfriend by COIN played on the speaker your dad, conveniently, left outside as you laid on one of the pool loungers. Thoughts of Frank consuming your mind, thoughts of his hands and his voice and the way he smelled and how he looked pain that he couldn’t fuck you in the backseat of his truck. Your fingers finding themselves rubbing the side of your neck, the very spot Frank had found comfort.
“So how did last night go?” Tiff asked, hanging over the side of the pool to look at you. Your heart raced, did she find out? How would she? Did you accidentally call her when you were panting his name like it was the only word you knew? The way you froze as she asked a simple question, immediately made her suspicious of you.
“Huh?” You asked, in hopes of getting her to elaborate just a bit so you could come up with the lie of your life. Or maybe, you should confide in her. She is your girl for life, it’s not like she’s gonna judge you for doing it. If anything, she’d praise you and beg for details.
“After I left? How did the rest of the night go? Your dad doesn’t have the most interesting friends on the planet. All they talk about is work and their lack of wives.” She rolled her eyes, laying her head on her hands and kicking her legs in the water.
“Actually…” You smiled, bringing your knees up to your chest to hide behind them as the blush spread across your body.
“Oh. My. God. Hold on!” She rushed to climb out of the pool, dripping water all over you as she sat on the opposite end of the lounger. If gossiping was a team sport, the two of you would have ten gold medals, if anyone asked you weren’t necessarily talking shit but simply saying how you felt about people.
“So, after you left, Frank and I went to the gas station and I asked if he had been with anyone younger. I don’t know what got into me, Tiff! He just looked so…godly. I wanted to jump his bones the second I came downstairs from changing.” You covered your face with your hands and groaned, the blush was probably becoming permanent at this point. You were going to be bright red for the rest of your life.
“Your dad’s best friend?! Holy shit dude. C’mon spill!” She laughed, prying the hands off your face and sitting expectantly. You were beyond grateful for the fact she wasn’t judging you and was actually interested. Maybe that was a bad thing, you didn’t care.
“Anyway, he said ‘Not yet’ and I was in shock or something! So, I reached over and kinda did a weird caress thing to his beard. I was flyin’ by the seat of my swimsuit, I’ve never been with a man who has any sort of facial hair. But he kissed me, and I mean like Really kissed me.i’ve never been kissed like that before, Tiff. Mind blowing.” Unbeknownst to you, the very man you were speaking about had walked out the back door and could hear the whole conversation. His chest swelled with pride, in some fucked up way he was glad no one had ever kissed you like that. It meant there was a lot more he could do way better than any of the other people you’d been with, and he’d be damned if he didn’t ruin you for any other man out there.
“Your dad is about to come out here, suggest you find somethin’ else to talk ‘bout.” He hollered at the two of you, your head whipping around so fast it was a miracle you didn’t give yourself whiplash, chuckling at the way your eyes widened when you realized he had heard you talking about him. “Quit speakin’ so damn loud anyway, sure the whole neighborhood heard.”
Frank didn’t truly mean what he said, he would love to listen to you retell the story of your escapades, what he didn’t want was your father to hear and put two and two together. He didn’t need to get into some shitty mess with the one constant in his life, he owed more to your dad than he cared to admit and ruining that friendship would send Frank to an early grave. That in no way meant he regretted what he did last night, and everything else he planned to do. He simply wanted to go about all this in a way that wouldn’t cost him his friendship but still gives him his girl, gives him you. He prayed for the first time last night, and he really truly prayed, for a situation where it all works out and he’s not back to square one. With nobody. Again.
“Thanks for the warning, Mr. Castle.” Tiff shouted back, a smug smile playing on her face, giving him a small wave. She nudged your shoulders, giggling at the whole situation. All you wanted to do was shrink and disappear, you couldn’t be more embarrassed. You felt small and helpless, your best friend thought it was hilarious. God if you can hear me, please kill me.
You spent the whole morning thinking about him and the consequence of what you did, how would your next interaction go? Would it be weird? Would he pretend it never happened, that he wasn’t dying to have you right then and there. Yet, here you were no true interaction but you were the one cowering away from it. You were the one trying to pretend like it didn’t happen, when truthfully you wanted to shout it from the rooftops and let everyone know who had given you the best orgasm of your life.
“I’m going to shrink to the size of ant and drown myself in the fuckin’ pool, Tiff. I swear to god.” You slouched as far down in the lounger as you could, squeezing your eyes closed in some desperate attempt to make it all disappear. “Of course he would be here right now.”
“Ants don’t have lungs, they can’t technically drown. Besides, it’s not like he came out here and murdered you, all he did was tell you to be quieter. He also made no indication or mention of last night, so stop lettin’ that pretty head of yours go wild.” Tiff rubbed her hand soothing up and down your arm, she knew better than anyone the way your mind would take someone breathing at you and interpret it as they hate you and want you dead. That’s why she worked so well with you, the sane and grounded to your wild and anxious.
“I don’t think it would matter even if he did, the principle of it all is what’s causing my worries. Do you think worry dolls are still a thing? I could most definitely use one right now.” A groan once again left your mouth, your eyes opening and searching for the older man who was carrying planks of wood across your backyard. Your father walked out of the house, giving you and Tiff a wave before hollering at Frank about whatever they were building.
The whispers and giggles coming from the two of you were intriguing Frank, he wanted to know exactly what you were telling her and what you were intentionally leaving out. He wanted to know if you were even talking about him, or if she was telling you the real reason that I just left abruptly last night. Because he knew, he wouldn’t say anything to you about it unless you brought it up first, but he knew. The work in front of him was becoming increasingly less interesting, he was so close to telling your dad to throw in the towel and call it a day. He didn’t even know what he was building anymore, he truthfully didn’t care but your dad did. That was enough for him to keep going.
“Those two have been out all day, shockin’ they’re not burnt or nothin’.” Your dad commented, planting his shovel in the ground and leaning against it. He smiled your way, not that you noticed as you were preoccupied with Tiff. You were his pride and joy, his baby. He’d murder anyone for you, it was a part of the reason you never brought anyone home.
“‘M not shocked. Last summer, I’m not sure either one of em spent any more than twenty minutes inside. Make sure she- they wear sunscreen, don’t need em getting skin cancer.” Frank was quick to correct himself, not that your dad would’ve found anything wrong with his original statement but he was covering all his bases. Not that he didn’t care for the other girl, Tiff was her name? He didn’t need to know her name, not when he knew yours.
“I’ll make sure to pick some up from the store the next time we make it to the grocery, I know my girl wears some. Not sure ‘bout her friend.” His girl. The words made Frank irrationally angry, you were his daughter but the thought of someone else staking claim over you drove him mad. One night with you and he was acting, and thinking, like you were his wife. Wife. No.
Frank had met your father when you were nineteen, hadn’t met you until you were twenty. It wasn’t like he was truly doing anything wrong but he was going to fight a never ending mental battle about you. Going through every hoop to tell himself neither of you was doing anything wrong, that you weren’t going to be in trouble for your actions. That it was, simply, okay.
The sun was setting, the breeze taking over and raising the hair on your skin. You truly had been outside all day, with sunscreen reapplied every hour or so, you were bound to find a few sunburnt spots in your shower. You exchanged goodbyes with Tiff and made your way to your room to start the nightly routine you had adopted since being home, switching the bluetooth from the speaker outside to the one inside your room. You opened the window, your music slowly starting to dance with the breeze, when a soft knock on your door grabbed your attention.
“Hey cowgirl.” Frank whispered, just barely loud enough to be heard over your music, making his way into your room and studying it. Committing all the bits and pieces of it to his memory.
“I’m so sorry about earlier, if you don’t want me to tell Tiff anymore I won’t. I just, I tell her everything and I needed to tell someone.” Your cheeks slowly started turning pink, Frank thought you were cute like that.
“Don’t apologize, darlin’. I didn’t care, just warnin’ ya ‘bout your dad is all.” He walked closer to you, his height very apparent, your head the perfect height for his chest. He brought a finger up to your cheek, dragging it down before tucking your hair behind your ear.
“I appreciate it, I know how much he means to you.” No you didn’t. He knew you knew a small bit not enough to truly understand what the two of you meant to him. He would be forever indebted to your father if it meant keeping you, if it meant holding you and kissing you. Consuming himself with you.
“So pretty.” He truly whispered, admiring every inch of your face, leaning down to kiss you. Your heart stopped, he didn’t regret it? He thought you were pretty?
You decided to stop fucking thinking for once and enjoy it, leaning up to meet him halfway in the kiss. Threading your fingers through his hair, much like he did with yours in his truck. One his hands held the side of your face while the other tucked itself into the waistband of your swimsuit bottoms, rubbing at the indentation it left from being worn all day.
“Ready to ride, cowgirl?” He asked, pulling away from the kiss enough to nip at your jaw as he waited for an answer. He wouldn’t be mad if you said no, he would be patient and wait until you were, but he went home and fucked his hand like a horny teenage boy at the thought of you on top of him.
A whimper is all you managed to respond with, your mind momentarily thinking about your dad but was interrupted by the softness of your mattress touching your back.
“Goddamn swimsuits, prancing around in practically nothing.” He remarked, still standing as he eyed your body. His finger snapped the strap of your bottoms, smirking at the sound before he dragged them down your legs.
“What’s your favorite color?” You asked softly, making him burst into laughter.
“For what?” He responded, controlling his laughter at the fact you would ask that right now.
“So I can wear one that color the next time you’re over.” You smiled, looking up at him. Somehow he looked even prettier from this angle, if that was possible.
“Uh, probably red.” He gave a bit of thought before responding, curious to know if you would actually be wearing a bikini the next time you saw him. At your house, anyway.
He stashed the bikini bottoms in his back pocket, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles and getting down on his knees. Frank thanked all the heavens and the stars for the meal he was about to eat right before licking a stripe through your folds and sucking on your clit. The stimulation instinctively caused your thighs to close, causing him to force them back open and lay one arm across a leg with his hand splayed across your stomach.
He moaned.
He moaned.
Frank moaned, was he enjoying this as much as you were? Were there any downsides or faults to this man?
He moved his mouth closer to your clit, paying almost all his attention to it as he inserted his middle finger slowly. A wanton moan making its way to his ears, he thought everything about you was pretty. If he wasn’t rock hard when he took your bottoms off, he definitely was now. The stretch in his jeans was not entirely comfortable, it truthfully wouldn’t be able to accommodate much more.
“Frank, Frankie, please..”
Did you just- did he imagine that? He’d never had anyone call him that before, but it sounded so damn good coming from your lips.
“What, pretty girl? Use your words for me. Tell Frankie what you need.”
“‘M so close, please need more.” You whined, to him it even sounded a bit like you were going to cry. He’s bet his life savings you were a pretty crier, a pretty anything. He just wanted to look at you. Always.
All he wanted to do was pull out his phone and record the pleas and the moans coming from you, to listen to later if you were ever ripped from him and he didn’t get to experience this, experience you, ever again. If it weren’t for your fucking music. He was thankful for it, blocking your sounds from anyone in the house. He added his ring finger into the mix, relishing in the sound you made. You were his drug, he truly was addicted. He needed his next fix before this one was over.
Moments after he sped up his fingers and added more pressure to your clit, your orgasm ripped through you. Body shaking, eyes rolling back. This was better than the one he gave you last night. You’d never be able to touch yourself ever again, not the way he did. You didn’t think anyone could ever compare now that Frank had touched you.
By the time you came to, he had discarded his clothes and was on top of you. He pulled you into a kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and groaning into your mouth when you let him in. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth while his fingers explored every inch of your body.
“I don’t have a condom.” He confessed.
“Don’t care, on the pill. Frankie please, I need you inside of me right now. Need your cock, frankie..please.” The sound of you begging for him had his ego going through the roof, the fact that anyone could want or need him this bad was mind blowing.
He rubbed his cock through your folds, kissing you a bit more before he pushed the tip in. Your mouth opening in a gasp. You knew he was big, you saw the imprint in the truck yesterday. But this was different, the stretch hurt in a delicious way that you needed more of. He waited a moment before pushing in a bit more, toying with your clit and peppering your face with kisses to distract you.
He bottomed out, you had never felt so full in your life. You swore he was in your stomach, taking rearranging your guts to a new level. He stayed still, letting you get used to his size. He didn’t want to hurt you, too much.
“Frankie move.”
Your wish was his command. His thrusts started slowly, building up in speed as he went. It was at this point, you realized Frank Castle was not quiet in bed. He wasn’t necessarily loud either, but he was groaning in your ear. The grunts and the groans were spurring you on, your moans and whimpers were doing the same for it. It was a cycle, and if either of you had your way it would never end.
“Sound so damn pretty. Makin’ all these noises for me, huh? My pretty girl, my girl.” He put all his weight on his forearms, lifting himself enough to look you in the eyes, his hair falling out of place and onto your face. He was gorgeous, especially like this. Raw. Vulnerable. Just for you.
“Your girl, yours.” You babbled, too busy reeling in the feeling of his cock driving in and out of you. How his bare skin feels on yours. His voice praising you. Calling you pretty.
“That’s right, such a good girl.” His praises continued, some of them too muffled for you to hear as he sucked on your collarbone. Or your neck. Any exposed skin he could get in his mouth.
Without pulling out, he flipped the two of you over so you were on top. Riding him. Cowgirl.
“C’mon cowgirl, ride me. You can do it baby.” He lifted your hips up and placed them back down to get you started, placing your hands on his chest for you. He slipped one of your boobs out of the top, you were still wearing, and put your nipple in his mouth. Rolling the bud between his teeth, enjoying the new sounds he managed to get.
You placed your weight on your hands, positioning your legs right, and lifted back up. He was somehow even deeper than before, it was almost overwhelming. His pelvic bone was hitting your clit just right every time you came down, accompanied by his groans, you were a goner. You fell into his chest as you felt your second orgasm start to rip through you, your words slurred as you told him to use you. You were his to use.
Frank had been close since he put you on top, his self control had been wearing a bit thin. He fucked you through your orgasm, pistioning up inside you like his life depended on it.
“Where do you want it, c’mon baby where?” He grunted, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold his release off. It was getting increasingly harder when your cunt was gripping him like that.
“Inside.” Is all you muttered out, half aware of your choice. You’d deal with it later.
Not a moment later he painted your inside white, cummimg with a low and long groan. Relaxing his head completely against your pillows, taking deep breaths. You crumpled against his chest, just resting for a moment as he was still inside you. This was the most relaxed you’d been in ages, at some point you drifted off to sleep.
You were awoken by the feeling of Frank cleaning you up and putting a blanket on top of you, obviously you knew he couldn’t stay. It still hurt. It hurt your heart, your soul, your everything.
“Gotta go, pretty girl. I put my number in your phone. We’ll talk later.” His last sentence meant more than just texting you, you both knew it. At some point, lines had to be drawn or you had to fess up to your dad. But for now you’d live in delusion, in a world where you were in an established relationship and no one thought anything of it. He placed a kiss on your forehead, finished getting dressed and got up to leave. Stopping at the door he turned around to give you one last glance, you had already fallen back asleep. His cowgirl.
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focus on me
summary: you tease frank while he’s on a call
pairing: frank castle x male reader
word count: 1.1k
warnings: 18+ warning, domestic frank castle, sex while on call, blowjobs, top!frank obviously
a/n: from a prompt by hailey !! (omg mike 2 fics in a day?)
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It was a Sunday morning spent watching football with Frank. He sat on the couch holding the remote while you were lying down with your legs resting on his lap. He was busy watching the game and you were completely unaware of what was going on. He would cheer, curse at the TV, shout, and almost throw the remote.
“Fuck! What the fuck is up with this ref?” he said, throwing his hands around.
He was so serious, his brows furrowed and his body so animated. You try to tease him through his sweatpants, the heel of your foot lightly grazing his crotch. You twist and turn on the couch to show that you were just shifting for a more comfortable position, but the truth is you were focused on getting him hard.
“Babe,” he said. “What are you doing?”
“You’re so riled up with that game I figured you could ease up a bit,” You feel his crotch harden underneath your heel. You sit beside him, palming his growing erection. “It looks like it’s working though.”
He grunts, your middle finger drawing circles around his tip. You loosen the tie around his waist, putting your hand underneath the fabric to release his cock. It was thick, your fingers wrapping around the whole shaft. The tip was already red and leaking, your index finger spread the wetness all over to form some lubrication as you stroked it.
“Shit—,” Frank groaned.
You were about to take him in your mouth before the phone started to ring. Frank moved over to reach for the phone, his cock still bare. He answers the call–it was David Lieberman.
“Hey, what’s up.”
“There’s a problem with the site,” David said through the phone. You tried to back off—to let him finish before playing with his cock again; but the aching red tip was taunting you, practically begging for touch.
As they were discussing some work stuff you started to stroke his cock again. Frank’s eyes darted towards you enlarged with his brows furrowed. What the hell are you doing? He mouthed. You opened your mouth, saliva dripping like a clear string on his cock. You stroked him again before you took him in your mouth.
Frank grunted. “All good there boss?” David asked.
“Yeah yeah all good,” he cleared his throat. His hand went to the back of your head, guiding you as you tasted him.
Frank tried to stifle his groans, his grip on your head getting tighter. Your lips wrapped around his thick length, sucking in all the air as you bobbed up and down. His hips started to buck into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
You pulled off from his cock with your lips making a popping sound. You gasped for air as David continued to ramble about money and costings. Frank pulled away from the phone to speak.
“Oh so now you want to pull away? Nuh-uh kid, go back at it,” he said, pulling your head back in.
Your eyes started to well with tears as he fucked into your throat, using your mouth like a toy for his pleasure. He continued to talk to David, almost as if you weren’t there. Your jaw started to sore, your lips dripping wet, and your back hunched over. Your crotch started to stir.
“Attaboy.”
You started to use your hands to stroke him, even fondling his balls. Your warm hands and wet mouth drew the hardest grunts from Frank. You could hear David ask him if he was okay.
“Yeah, just need a drink that’s all,” he said, clearing his throat. “Talk to the other guys, we’ll deal with this tomorrow.”
“Sure thing boss,” David said, dropping the call after.
You look up at him with teary eyes. He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, patting your head like you just did a good job. He pulls you to his lap taking off your lower garments before straddling him. You align his tip with your hole, slowly sinking in. You held onto his broad shoulders for stabilization, his lips smirking as you wince in pain.
“Fuck—it’s too big,” you cry out.
“You the one who started this,” he said sternly. “You gotta finish it.”
He holds your waist, pulling you down on his erection as it stretches you open. You cry out once more, your nails digging into his skin as you try to stay calm. You started to move your hips, moving it in circles, his cock filling you to the brim. It was an immense pleasure, the heat from your body rises tenfold. You ride him faster and with more vigor, your eyes closing in.
He takes your chin to fix it in his gaze.
“Open your eyes when I fuck you,” he said, lifting you so he can move his hips into you. He was quick and rough, your brows twitching trying not to close your lids.
He lays you down on the couch so that he’s on top. His large arms above you as he fucked into your hole, your legs shaking and clenching in. You wrap your arms around his neck, moving your hips in sync with his. At that moment you felt your body join him, in complete synchronicity, both pleasure-bound.
“Frank—” you moaned out.
His lips let out hard grunts, his dark hair plastered across his forehead. You couldn’t stop admiring him. His stubbled face and his crooked nose. This man was all yours, to tease and to toy with, to fuck and to adore.
“You gotta cum for me alright,” he groaned. “Then I’ll cum inside you, yeah?”
He started to buck his hips, his biceps flexing and his hands more veiny. The pleasure was too much, it was sending a thousand shocks of electricity all over your body. Your vision started to darken, Frank started to grunt louder, his thrusts more erratic.
“Shit—shit,” Frank repeated as he hit his climax, spilling his cum inside you.
You came all over your chest, some on Frank’s. He collapsed on top of you after, his large body weighing on you. You kissed him on the cheek, patting his head.
“I think you missed the game,” you said, turning on to see that the game was done.
“Fuck the game, we’re not done yet.”
“What?”
“Yeah, this is your fault for teasing me,” he said nonchalantly. “Now go on your hands and knees, I’m fucking you again.”
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Frank Castle X Reader: Spaghetti and meatballs
This post contains explicit content (minors dni)
Warnings: Smut, creampie, oral(male receiving), nipple play, rough sex, explicit depictions of sexual activities, unprotected sex, penetration (p in v), use of birth control, dirty talk, cursing, dry humping, size kink(kind of), bit of begging, pet names, fluff, sad feelings, ptsd.
Summary: Your curiosity about your new neighbor lead to unexpected consequences.
This man deserves the world
He didn’t know why he did it. Maybe he missed not hiding who he was. Maybe the lies were making him forget the truth of his identity. Or maybe he was just a lonely man looking for some comfort. Comfort you were more than happy to give him.
The apartment was shitty, the building was falling apart and you could never have a moment of peace and quiet since the thin walls allowed everything to pass through them. Still this was home, mold stains and all.
Frank had become used to the musty atmosphere he lived in. He'd spend most of his nights at the construction site, hacking away at the walls until his fingers bleed and the voices of his loved ones died down a bit. But they never went away. Not fully. He was grateful for the outside noise, it seemed to dampen the weight of the memories but it couldn’t erase them. He’d been living here for a while but had never gone out of his way to introduce himself to anyone. He wasn’t looking for friends. He wasn’t looking for anything really. But you had other plans.
You’d grown curious about your mysterious neighbor. You rarely saw him in the months he lived at the building but you could hear him through the walls. You’d hear him in the middle of the night gasping for air as he awoke from another nightmare. Could hear the sound of his boots clanging against the floor as he left to god knows where in the middle of the night. Listened to the small pained grunts he’d let out as he washed up after a day of work. You knew Frank's routine like the back of your hand, still you’d never met him before. It felt a tad invasive listening to him through the walls but it wasn’t your fault they were so thin they could barely keep out the noises on the other side. You don’t know what triggered you to walk over to Frank's apartment that fateful day but it was safe to say that nothing would be the same after your decision.
Frank didn’t have visitors. Ever. So when he heard a knock on the door on a random afternoon it surprised him. He’d gone into protection mode, the years of being in the army having forced him to believe all unplanned visitors were unwanted. Frank stood to his full height as he opened the door fully expecting to be greeted by some old enemy. Instead what he got was you. Your hands shook lightly as you held onto the tupperware container you’d decided to bring over. It seemed like a nice enough thought. Bringing some food over to your neighbor sounded like a hell of a good excuse to you but it didn’t stop you from being nervous. Your anxiety tripled the moment Frank opened the door, your eyes falling on him for the first time. He was huge. Much taller than you had anticipated and much more muscular than you’d imagined. You couldn’t help but think of how handsome he was. Frank glanced down at you, his eyes falling to the container in your grasp before moving up to your eyes.
“You need something?”
Gosh his voice sounded like heaven.
“Oh uh hi, I live next door.”
You gestured to your apartment door watching as Franks glanced at where you were pointing at.
“Okay.”
“Uh well i know we’ve never met before but uhm i ended up cooking too much food and i’m not one to waste a meal so i was wondering if…uhm… maybe you’d like some?”
You were stuttering like a little kid which caused Frank's eyes to soften a smidge. He glanced down at what you were holding his eyes trying to figure out what you were offering him.
“It’s spaghetti and meatballs.”
Frank wasn’t picky but he was careful. He was used to having enemies which made him always stay on edge but the way you were shaking was enough to tell him you meant no harm. Frank reached for the food in your hands, taking the container from you. You played with the hem of your shirt, trying your best to keep yourself occupied.
“Thanks.”
“That’s what neighbors are for.”
You gave him a smile and Frank almost stopped breathing at the sight. He’d been too busy admiring your innocent features to notice the hand you’d stuck out for him to shake. Once he realized he hesitated for a moment before gripping your palm in his. Your hand was so warm against his. You told him your name and before he could stop himself Franks told you his. He told you his real name, not the shitty fake one he’d had to come up with. He expected your face to drop into a look of fear but you continued smiling up at him, seeming completely unaware of who he was.
“Well I'll get out of your hair. It was nice meeting you, Frank.”
And with that you walked back to your apartment, leaving Frank to himself. That day was the first time in a long time that Frank had indulged in homestyle cooking and the moment he put the first bite into his mouth he knew he was screwed. The PB&J’s weren’t going to cut it anymore. Not now that he’d tasted your cooking.
Since that day Frank and you kept crossing paths whether it be in the hallway or in the elevator or even at the supermarket. Basically wherever you went you’d risk running into Frank. You tried to brush it off as a coincidence but something told you it was more than that. And your gut was absolutely right. Frank had figured out your schedule and had made it his mission to run into you as much as he could. He wanted to talk to you but he didn't know how to go about it.
Until one fateful day.
He’d been laying in bed trying to read one of his books when his nose caught waft of a delicious smell. Frank got up from his bed making his way towards the scent. To his surprise the smell was coming from your apartment. He knew it was odd but he’d been itching to have another decent meal for ages. One of your meals to be more precise. And now that he could smell you cooking up heaven in your kitchen he couldn't resist. He knocked at your door lightly, his feet thumping against the ground anxiously. What the hell was he doing?
“One second!”
He heard you race over to the door turning the key before opening it. You were wearing an apron and your hair was pinned up so it wasn’t in your way. He didn’t know how to explain it but the homey nature coming from you made him feel calm.
“Oh hi Frank.”
“Hey, sorry for interrupting.”
“It’s okay, what can I do for you?”
“It smells like heaven in there.”
You blushed at the praise, Frank's words making you flustered.
“Thank you. It’s a family recipe.”
You glance back at the kitchen then at the small two person table in your apartment. It had been a while since you’d had company and you were sure Frank hadn’t just strolled over to tell you your food smelled nice. You’d reached out to him weeks ago and now he was reaching back to you.
“Actually… I could use some help. If you’re not busy that is.”
“Oh I wouldn't want to impose.”
“You’re not imposing. I’d like the company.”
You stepped to the side, holding the door open for Frank.
“Come on in.”
To your surprise Frank hesitated at the door for only a moment before entering your home.
Frank helped you cook and the two of you enjoyed a pleasant lunch together. Before you knew it you were pulling out a bottle of whiskey and offering Frank a glass. The two of you moved over to the couch, the alcohol making your tongues lose. You spent the night chatting about things like you were old friends. Frank missed this. He missed talking to people like a human being. Missed being treated like a person rather than a machine. You were nice to him in ways he’d forgotten people were capable of being. It made him forget the idea of being alone. Made him crave something other than sleepless nights alone in a rickety bed. Made him wish he had someone to hold him again. Before he could hold back things started spilling out. He told you about his family, about the things he’d done, the people he’d killed and the truth of who he was. He’d expected you to run, grab a weapon, scream for help but you didn’t do any of those things. Instead you made your way over to him, placing a hand on his face and caressing his cheek. He looked up at you, the sadness in your eyes making his heart warm up. You felt for him. And in that moment it was like a damn inside him broke. The tears started pouring out of his eyes. All the pain and hurt he’d been hiding coming out all at once. You pulled him into your arms, your hands weaving into his hair as you shushed him. Frank latched onto your waist burying his face into your chest as he sobbed.
“That’s it, let it out dear. It’s okay.”
The two of you stayed linked in each other's embrace for a while before Frank sobered up a bit. He thanked you for the food and for listening to him and you told him it was your pleasure. He could tell you were telling the truth. Just as Frank was about to close his door you yelled out to him.
“Don’t be a stranger!”
And he knew there was no going back.
In the next few weeks you and Frank grew closer. Every morning he’d walk you to work before making his way to the construction site and everynight when he’d arrive there would be a container with food at his door. On Saturdays Frank would go over to your apartment for lunch and on Sundays you’d take him to your favorite restaurants. It was easy being around you. You didn’t push too much about his past and it was nice to not have to hide who he was. You liked having someone around and Frank made you feel safe. Just knowing he was on the other side of the wall in case you ever needed him made it easier to sleep at night. It got to a point that neither of you could be seen without the other and even though you didn’t know exactly what you two were you knew it wasn’t just friendly behavior.
One night you’d woken up to the sound of Frank banging on the walls as he screamed out in anger. You got out of bed, grabbed Frank's spare key and made your way over to his apartment. You knocked lightly on the door pressing your ear to it so you could hear inside.
“Frank, are you alright?”
No response. You knew about his night terrors, he’d told you about his bad dreams and the ptsd he had to deal with. The thought of him being alone when it happened tugged at your heart. You knocked again. Still no answer.
“I’m coming in, Frank!”
You unlocked the door, pushing it open slowly before entering the dark room. Your eyes adjusted to the lack of light from inside allowing you to see the rough outline of Frank's frame on his bed. You made your way to him, your hands moving to touch his shoulders. He flinched at your touch turning to look at you, a wild look in his eyes. His gaze softened once he realized it was you.
“You okay Frank?”
“Just a nightmare. Sorry I woke you. You can go back to bed i’ll be alright.”
He wouldn't be tough. Frank knew he wouldn’t sleep a wink after that dream. He'd just lay in bed looking up at the ceiling and trying to get those foul images off of his mind. You could tell he was lying. Of course you could. You’d spent enough time observing him to know the signs.
“Can’t bullshit me, Castle. Not anymore.”
Frank glanced at you as you gave him a small smile causing him to crack a slight smirk of his own.
“Can’t keep anything from you hum darling?”
“Lay down.”
Frank did as you said his body crashing onto the mattress. His eyes followed you as you moved to lock his door before coming back to his bed. You pulled the sheets over Frank's body, tugging them up so that you could move in next to him. Frank's brows furrowed as you laid down beside him and turned to face the opposite direction.
“Nothing bad is going to happen Frank. Not now that I'm here.”
Frank's shoulders sagged at your words. God you were an angel. What the hell had he done to deserve something so pure like you? You turned around to face him, your eyes finding him in the dark.
“This okay?”
You waited for him to kick you out but he didn’t. Instead he pulled your body flush against his, his arms wrapping around your waist as you molded into his frame. You let out a content hum, snuggling into Frank's mattress.
“Night Frank.”
“Good night.”
Frank slept like a baby that night, the warmth of your body luring him into a deep sleep. It was an innocent gesture. The only idea in your mind had been about comforting a friend. Sure you liked Frank and if he offered something more you wouldn’t deny him but that hadn’t been your intention. Not initially anyway.
It’s funny how fast things can change.
You woke up the next morning to the sun shining through the thin curtains and making the room warm. You moved to stretch your body, pausing once you remembered where you were. Frank let out a small hum behind you causing you to recall what you’d decided to do last night. You’d been so focused on willing yourself to remember that this was real that you hadn’t noticed Frank's hand. There was no way it’d happened on purpose. Frank's hand was underneath your shirt. And that is not all. His palm was dangerously close to your breast. If he moved an inch he’d be cupping you in his hand. You closed your eyes as you let out a sigh. No way this was real. You had to still be asleep. Just as you were about to pinch yourself Frank stirred, his nose bumping into your neck as he moved closer to you. It was then that you noticed something was prodding at your ass. Frank Castle was hard. Hard and completely unaware of what that knowledge was doing to you. You tried to wiggle yourself out of his grip and spare yourself a weird interaction but the moment you moved you realized your mistake. Your hips had pressed against Franks hard on causing him to let out a groan, his eyes opening sleepily. Your eyes widened as they made contact with Franks who trailed his gaze down your body, eyes opening wide as he noticed what was happening. Before you could open your mouth Frank had sprang out of bed, his hands moving up in surrender.
“Ah shit. I’m so sorry I didn't mean to do that.”
You watched Frank stumble over his words as he tried to tell you that he’d never disrespect you like that and that he completely understood if you never wanted to see him again but that he was truly sorry. It was sweet of him to care so much but you’d be lying if you said you were paying attention to him rumblings. Instead your eyes were glued to his crotch. Frank noticed the blank stare on your face, his eyes trailing down to find what you were looking at.
“Oh fuck.”
Frank moved his hands to cover his hard on a blush staining his cheeks as your eyes found their way to his face.
“It’s a natural thing. It’s not your fault. Not that you couldn’t cause it i mean…shit i mean i’m not saying you’re not attractive enough-”
“Frank…”
“Dear god, I'm only making this worse. I just meant it happened other times too. But yeah you being so close to me didn’t help-
“Frank!”
Castle's eyes widened as you raised your voice forcing him to shut up. Now that you’d gotten his attention you moved closer to him, kneeling on the bed before reaching for his hands. You gazed up at him with doe eyes, your small hands wrapping around his large ones.
“I wanna see.”
Frank's breath hitched at your words a groan leaving his lips as he looked at you.
“Darling you don’t-
“I want to see you. I wanna see what I did to you.”
“Ah shit.”
Frank threw his head back as you moved his hands out of the way. You cupped his member through his sweatpants making him moan. You inched yourself closer to the edge of the bed allowing your feet to hit the floor before glancing up at Frank once more.
“You gonna let me take care of you? Or am I gonna have to beg?”
“Fuck sweetheart.”
You took Frank's flushed response as an answer, your hands grabbing the waist of his pants and tugging them down. To your surprise Frank wasn’t wearing any boxers which allowed his dick to spring free. You rubbed your thighs together at the sight, eagerly getting onto your knees in front of Frank. He towered over you and you couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to be railed by him. You’d find out soon enough. For now you were focused on bringing Frank some relief. Heaven knows he deserves it. You palm at Frank's dick for a bit before moving your head closer to his dick, allowing him to shove himself into your mouth. You struggle to breath, the pure size of him overwhelming.
“Ahh, would you look at that? Taking me like a good fucking girl….”
You hummed at Frank's praise making him moan at the vibrations.
“You like that huh? Like listening to me praise you?”
You nod your head slowly keeping Frank's dick nudged deep in your mouth as you do.
“Well go on then. Show me what a good girl you are and suck me off.”
You do as you're told, moving your head up and down Franks shaft at a torturous speed. He liked it though. You could tell by the way the muscles on his stomach clenched at your movements.
“Attagirl.”
Frank's hand weaves into your hair, pushing his dick even deeper which causes you to gag lightly. Your hands make their way to Franks thighs, braceing yourself as he fucked your throat. Frank couldn’t help but watch his dick disappear into your eager mouth. He wondered,not for the first time, if this was real. If this was a dream he hoped he’d never wake up.
Frank got lost in his pleasure, fucking into you faster and faster as he sensed his orgasm coming. He was close you could tell by how he twitched in your mouth but then, just as you were about to wrap your hands around his balls, Frank pulled out. You gasped for air you chest rising and falling rapidly as you glanced up at Frank
“What’s wrong?”
“Take your shirt off.”
You gave Frank a questioning look before doing as he asked. The second he caught a glimpse of your breasts Frank was a goner. You watched him wrap his hand around his cock before moving at a rapid speed. You didn’t understand what he wanted but then it hit you. Frank Castle wanted to cum on your tits. Wanted to mark your body as his. And you’d be lying if the thought didn’t make you fucking wet. You leaned on your palms allowing your breasts to perk up a bit more.
“Come on, Castle mark me with your cum. Let everyone know I'm yours.”
That was the last straw. Your words combined with the image of you on your knees tits perked up just for him made Frank's orgasm rip out of him.
“Ah fuckkk..”
You closed your eyes feeling Frank's seed spill against your chest and run down your body, soaking into your already damp underwear. You relished the sound of Franks moaning the thought that you were the one who caused them, filling you with pride. Your eyes snapped open when you felt a pair of hands latch onto your body. You glanced at Frank's eyes for a moment before pulling him into a steamy kiss. Frank's hands wandered around your body pulling you onto his thigh as he caressed your breasts, smearing his cum on you as he went.
“Such a good fucking girl.”
“Ah Frank!”
You gasped as Frank's lips latched onto your nipple, sucking on it harshly as you wrapped your fingers into his hair. You humped Frank's bare thighs, your need overwhelming you.
“Franky…”
“Yeah baby?”
“Need you.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Fill me up.”
“Ah shit. Dirty little thing aren’t you?”
“Only for you Franky.”
“Oh is that so?”
Franks hands grabbed at your ass squeezing your cheeks roughly which caused you to buck against him.
“Franky pleaseeee”
“Patience. I need you to cum first. Think you can do that?”
“Uhhum but I need your help.”
“I’m right here baby. Take what you need.”
You understood what Frank was saying. You moved to straddle his hips pressing your clothed cunt against his muscular thighs. Frank guided your movements by holding onto your hips. You moaned as you found a good rhythm, your hips moving on their own. In any other circumstances you would have felt ridiculous about getting off on someone without them even touching you but the look of pure awe Frank was giving you made you realize you didn’t give a shit. You kept bucking against Frank until your legs couldn’t take it anymore.
“Frank…can’t anymore-uhu- so close.”
“Want me to help baby?”
“Please.”
God he loved the sound of your voice like this, all high and whiney for him. He could live off the sight of you all flustered and desperate, rocking against his leg like a bitch in heat. If he wanted to, he could be mean. He could let you get to your orgasm by yourself but the idea of watching you fall apart was much more appealing. So instead of torturing you Frank reached into your panties, his fingers latching onto your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves. Two seconds later Frank's name ripped out of your chest, your cum staining his thighs as you reached your orgasm. Frank collapsed backwards pulling you on top of him as he went. The two of you stayed on the ground for a moment trying to catch your breaths. Franks massaged your scalp feeling your chest move up and down as your breathing became steady.
“You okay darling?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic.”
Frank laughed at your words which made you smile. You looked up at Frank, your hand pulling at his beard and forcing him to look into your eyes.
“One thing would make this perfect though.”
“Oh yeah what's that?”
“You railing the shit out of me.”
You watched as Frank's eyes darkened with lust, a smirk gracing his features. You propped yourself up laying your hands flat on Frank's chest.
“So what is it gonna be, Castle? You gonna fuck me? Or am I gonna have to take matters into my own hands?”
You punctuate your question by grabbing Frank's once again hard cock in your hand making him gasp at the feeling. In a matter of seconds Frank managed to get up, his hands wrapping around your thighs as he lifted off the ground. You let out a squeal when Frank threw you onto the bed before climbing on top of your body, his hands reaching down to rip your underwear off. You watched as Frank lined himself up to your cunt. He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he watched you gulp in anticipation.
“Careful what you wish for.”
Frank thrusted himself into you without warning, causing a groan to leave your lips as he filled you up.
“Ohhhh Frank….”
“Fuck darling-ughu- so fucking tight!”
You wrapped your legs around Frank's hips for support. Frank placed a hand against the headboard as he continued to thrust into you at a rapid speed. The bed frame creaked and groaned beneath the two of you. You were a mess of moans and mumbled words. Frank wasn't much better mumbling praises about how wet you were and how good of a girl you were being. Frank had never heard you curse before today but it didn’t surprise him to find that you had a dirty mouth on you. Especially when he started toying with your clit. His dick pulsated against your walls as they clamped down on him. One expert move of his fingers had you seeing stars, your mouth slackening as you moaned out his name.
“That it baby… that's it”
“Oh Frank, don't stop!”
He had no plan on stopping. In fact he’d keep you here all day if you’d let him. He’d fuck you in every position he could. He’d dine of your body for the rest of his days. He’d suffocate inside your thighs if that's what you’d want. Anything to keep you here with him. Anything to hear those pretty noises you made. He was close. You noticed the way his thrusts were getting more and more of tempo as his legs started to burn from the rapid movements he’d been making. Frank tried to pull out of you, fully prepared to cum on your stomach but you stopped him by pushing your heels into his ass. He looked into your eyes, his hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes were almost rolling back into his head but he managed to speak.
“Gotta let me pull out baby.”
“I want you to fill me up Franky. Remember?”
“Yeah but we didn’t use a condom.”
“Don’t need to. I’m on the pill. It’s okay, baby fill me up. Mark me with your cum.”
That right there did it for him. Before he could even respond, Frank's orgasm arrived, his hips moving frantically as he filled you up to the brim with his seed. Once he was done Frank collapsed beside you, careful not to squish you with his body. You threw your arm over Frank's chest snuggling into him as he came down from his high. You stretched your neck up leaving a kiss on Frank's cheek before laying your head back down.
“Thank you.”
“For the head?”
Frank let out a laugh. Always a jokester you were.
“For that too. But I meant for reaching out. For tolerating my shit. And for not running away.”
“I’d never run from you Frank.”
Frank placed a kiss on your forehead, his hands making soothing circles against your back.
“Hey Frank?”
“Yeah doll?”
“Can we make this a part of our daily routine?”
Frank's hand found his way to your chin raising your face so you were looking at him.
“I think we can fit it in the schedule.”
You smiled against Frank's lips as he kissed you tenderly.
Thank heavens for that extra serving of spaghetti and meatballs.
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An Unexpected Delight (poly!Fratt x Reader)
(OR: Matt and Frank sharing dessert before the main course ;) )
Summary: Frank wants a taste after Matt tells him how perfectly delicious you are.
a/n: im obsessed with that jon bernthal gif dont even get me STARTED on the fucking jon bernthal gif. anyways, i wrote this in a few hours, didn't send it to my beta reader AGAIN (because im posting so irregularly lmfao), and then thought 'oh i can definitely write more about reader returning the favor/reader getting absolutely plow-' oh god i got carried away again, enjoy!
(Warnings: i feel like this goes without saying but like, smut lmfao, oral (fem receiving), masturbation (a little bit from both of men), minor choking, teasing, frank and matt worship reader, praise kink i guess)
Word Count: 1.2k
This was unexpected, to say the least. If you hadn’t been witnessing it with your own eyes, you wouldn’t believe it, not even as a dream. Alas, Frank Castle’s eyes bored into yours as he stroked himself off, following the pace Matt was setting with his clever, sinful tongue against your clit. Your skin was slick with sweat, the result of relentless teasing from the two men in the room with you.
“Isn’t she pretty, Frank?” Matt lifted his lips from your clit and angled his head toward Frank, who grunted in response.
“F-Fuck, Matty.” You breathed, arching your core off the bed in a feeble attempt to reconnect to Matt’s mouth. His hands, which had been caressing the tops of your thighs, tightened around your hips, holding you in place beneath him.
“Didn’t I tell you?” Matt threw the question over his shoulder at Frank, hot breath fanning across your skin as he asked. Goosebumps skittered in its wake, and a breathy moan released from your mouth before you could stop it. “Didn’t I tell you she was perfect?” Matt pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to your mound for emphasis, eliciting a whine from deep in your chest.
“You did.” Frank’s deep voice reverberated through the room, and you suddenly felt the urge to pull him closer, to swallow the gravel in his voice, to give him the reprieve you so desperately needed as well. He stepped toward you, forgetting for a moment that you belonged to someone else, and then halted his movement.
“Red, can I…” He trailed off, swallowing thickly. His cock was swollen and angry, and your mouth watered as he stroked himself again. Matt smirked in response.
“You want to touch her?” Matt asked, licking through your folds in one swift movement. A wrangled moan escaped your throat. “You’ll let him touch you, won’t you, baby? You’ll be a good girl and show him how perfect you are for me?”
“Yes, please. I’ll be so good, Matty. So so good.” You mewled, reaching for Frank, who had stalked closer as soon as you’d agreed.
“See how she begs?” Matt pushed himself away from your cunt, allowing room for Frank to take his place. “She’ll do anything you ask, Frank. Anything.” Frank lowered himself into Matt’s previous position, mouth dangerously close to your slick cunt.
“Tell her what you want, Frank.” Matt encouraged, stroking himself a few times before caressing your cheek with his knuckles.
Frank’s fingers dug into your thighs, and it took every ounce of his self control to pull his eyes away from your dripping pussy and look up at you.
“What do you want, Frankie?” You asked, eyes trailing the curve of his shoulders beneath your knees. When you met his gaze again, his pupils were bigger than you’d ever seen them, and he looked almost in pain at your teasing.
“I want,” he began, running the tip of his nose through your folds, “to taste you. Can I?” He asked in a polite, but desperate tone. You sucked in a breath, instinctively widening your legs. Matt smirked from his position above you.
“He needs words, sweet girl.” Matt murmured, running a finger down the column of your throat. “Can he taste?”
“Please.” You begged, near tears. “Do whatever you want to me, Frankie. Use me.”
Frank couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He dipped his head down, taking your clit in his mouth and sucking before circling it with his tongue. Your vision blurred, and you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking off the bed in response. Frank’s broad shoulders weighed your hips down before you could squirm too much, and he began flicking his tongue over your clit until you were panting so hard you couldn’t see straight.
It was different than with Matt, but not a bad different. You and Matt had been fucking each other for so long that he knew your body inside and out. If he wanted to, he could make you come in less than thirty seconds (a party trick that he would sometimes do when he was feeling overly generous and wanted to make you so strung out you couldn’t function). Frank hadn’t had the luxury of eating your pussy whenever he felt like it, so he was more exploratory than Matt was. And shit did it feel good.
“I’m gonna c-” You were cut off by Matt’s large hand wrapping around your throat.
“Not yet.” He demanded, stroking himself with his other hand. “Don’t you dare come yet, pretty girl.”
“I’m so c-close.” You stuttered, trying to focus on anything other than the handsome man between your legs or the handsome man with the hand wrapped around your neck. They both made that task very, very, difficult. “Matty.” You whined, tears welling in your eyes.
“Not yet.” He gripped your throat tighter.
Frank pushed his tongue around your clit and then inside you, a pattern that successfully drove you crazy beneath him. He smirked as tears began to fall down your cheeks. You were trying so hard not to come that Frank felt himself getting close at the sight of it alone. He rutted against the bed, groaning into your pussy as the friction of the blanket sent heat firing through him. You cried harder at the sight of him rubbing himself against the comforter.
“Frankie.” You cried, sucking in a breath.
“You gonna be a good girl and come on his face, baby?” Matt squeezed your throat as he asked.
“Yes, yes, yes, please let me come. Haven’t I been a good girl, Matty? Let me come on his face. Please.” You rushed out in a single breath, rocking your hips against Frank’s mouth and nose. You were so close it was beginning to hurt.
“Come, baby.” Matt breathed, securing his hold on your throat as you tensed.
Frank’s hands tightened around your legs as you finally let yourself feel the pent up pleasure in your core. It washed over you like a wave, and all you could do was ride the pleasure out as it sparked through your entire body. Your eyes clenched shut, tears still trailing down your cheeks as your breathy moans filled the room.
Frank’s tongue didn’t disconnect from your cunt until you were a puddle in his hands, so out of breath and out of your mind that you couldn’t see straight. He pressed his cheek against your thigh, grinning up at Matt while you came back down to Earth. His chin was coated in your release, and if you weren’t so far gone, you might’ve found that fact incredibly alluring.
“You were right, Red.” He said, sighing against your warm skin, “She tastes amazing.”
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the casual transition of fwb rough sex w frank castle to him genuinely caring about reader and making love to them
idk idk just the thought of those big hands that are capable of so much violence being so soft and gentle
5 + 1, Frank Castle (Part 1)
masterlist | series masterlist (coming soon)
Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader
Summary: the five times it was just sex and the one time it wasn’t
Word count: 916 words
Contains: rough smut. use of vibrator. spanking. minimal aftercare.
Notes: I want this to be a series inspired by the format and style like @tuiccim’s topping Steve Rogers series. Tuiccim is an amazing writer and I highly recommend their work. I tried really hard with this but i'm hoping my writing will improve as the series goes on so please be patient with me.
Minors do not interact
Requests are open
not my gif but damn do i love it
Your wrists twist and pull against the binds tying them to the head of your bed. Rope burn starting to set it from your constant movements. Frank’s large frame looms over you from the end of the bed as he marvels at the sight out you.
The hunger in his eyes has you wondering what you signed up for. But no matter what, you come back every time. The light of the city softly creeps into your apartment as your eyes rake over him. The cut and curve of his muscles are only accentuated by the dim lighting. His scars shine with every movement and breathe. The positioning of your head doesn't allow you to look any lower. Something in you is grateful for that.
“Keep starin’ at me like that and I’ll blindfold ya’. I'm not a piece of meat.” Your chest heaves at the joking threat. You analyse his face for any sort of lie but you know better. You know him. “Behave.”
“Yes, sir.” He trails the tip of the vibrator along the length of your legs. The smooth silicon leaves a path of goosebumps in its wake. Swatting your legs apart, he positions himself between them. Placing the wand next to you, his hands gripping your hips. His calloused hands rub small circles before flipping you onto your stomach. The ropes attaching you to the bed head twist, leaving you with even less movement.
A harsh hand lands on the curve of your ass, a yelp escapes you.
"Colour?" His hand soothes the quickly reddening path of skin.
"Green." Another slap lands, sending you forward on the bed slightly.
"Colour." You can hear the irritation rising in his voice at your disrespect.
"Green, sir."
"Atta girl." The slight praise has you keening for his touch. Too lost in your anticipation you don't hear him grab and turn on the wand. You jolt as he presses the head to your core before quickly pulling it away. You whine at the loss.
"You're going to take what I give you, and you're going to be grateful for it. Understand?" A third slap echoes throughout the room. Frank traces the red handprint radiating on your ass. Pride growing in his chest.
He presses the vibrator against you once again. Tracing the tip up and down, just not enough pressure to give you any real pleasure. Biting your lip, you wouldn't dare make a noise. He grabs your hips, hoisting then till you're on your knees. Your pussy glistening in the glow of the city has Frank feeling weak in the knees.
Showing some mercy, he pressed the round head of wand flat against your clit. A low moan emits from your chest as you relax into the mattress. You feel your end nearing quickly, the anticipation of earlier mixed with the constant buzzing has a heat starting to build in your stomach. The muscle in your thighs are starting to burn, knees shaking when Frank pulls it away. He watches you clench around nothing at the loss. Not a sound leaves you.
"Good girl. Doing the bare minimum that I ask for. Do you think you deserve a reward?"
"No, sir. Not for the bare minimum, sir."
"Look at you learning. I think that deserves a reward." Before you can say anything, he leans down, licking a flat stripe up your folds before pressing the wand back to you.
It doesn't take long for you get back to where you had left off. Knees shaking, chest heaving. Your body feels like its on fire as it tips over the edge. Spiralling head first into pure euphoria. You would've collapsed if Frank didn't think to grab your hip with he free hand as wave after wave come crashing over you.
Frank continues to hold the wand against you. Your nerves on end as you come down from one orgasm, straight into a second. Overstimulation already settling deep into your bones and 2 highs turn into 3, then 4. You don't know how long its been or how many times you've came but suddenly it all stops.
Frank discards the wand somewhere on the bed.
"Colour?"
"Green, sir."
"Can you give me one more?" He asks, pressing the tip against you. Time drags as he waits for your answer.
"Y-yeah, sir. I can." That's all he needs before letting go. He sets a brutal pace, hips slapping against you. The hand print still glowing as he ruins you further.
Reaching down, he touches your already too sensitive clit, sending you into a high like no other. Vision going white as a suffocating heat engulfs you. Pulling out, hot white spirts of come covers your back as you collapse onto the bed.
He’s quick to untie you. Checking your face for any signals that you’re not alright before heading into your bathroom. Coming back with a damp wash cloth and a bottle of lotion he found under your sink.
He takes his time, cleaning you up and massaging your sore wrists. Rubbing lotion into the fresh red marks across your body before grabbing his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom once again. He emerges fully dressed with a glass of water in his hand. Helping you sit up, he rubs your back as you finish the glass.
“We should do that again.” Mumbling, he gets up and leaves. Shutting the bedroom door behind him. Leaving you in the silence of your apartment.
Not like its the first time.
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|| Next Time ||
Frank Castle x female reader
Tags/warnings: porn without much plot, fingering, p in v. We waaants hiiiim 🥺
You roll the moment your feet hit the roof opposite, the bullet whistling past your cheek as you rise from your crouch.
A bit too close this time.
"You're gonna have to work on your aim, Castle. Missed me again!" You yell at him despite your heart rate spiking just a little.
His growling gruff voice shouts back from somewhere behind you. "My aim's just fine darlin', that was a warnin' shot. Back off the lawyer or next time I won't miss."
He'd been chasing you around town for hours after he kept seeing you hanging out in places you shouldn't, getting a mite too close to the truth. You didn't know that Matt Murdock was Daredevil, and Frank was intent on keeping it that way.
You duck down behind one of the numerous vent shafts, sneaking around within the cloak of the shadows. You hear the leather swish of his coat.
"I'm no good at math castle but I know I ain't got enough fingers to count how many times you've said 'next time'. When are you gonna do it huh?" you call out.
He doesn't know where you are, too many places to hide on the roof and bounce your voice around for him to find you.
You wait. He doesn't respond. He's gone quiet.
Shit. You've lost sight of him while you were busy snarking.
You take a risk, peering back around the stack searching the shadows.
Big mistake, as you're suddenly yanked backwards with force and slammed up against the wall with a breathless oof.
He towers over you. You squirm but his bulk has you pinned hard, his huge forearm braced across the top of your chest pressing down on your neck and making you choke out a laugh.
"You finally gonna make a move, take me out this time?"
He increases the pressure, squeezing down harder making it extremely difficult for you to breathe.
You wheeze your words out, keep on goading him. "Gonna end this, Castle? C'mon, you ain't got the balls to shoot a woman and we both know it."
He growls and you feel the hard press of the cold steel muzzle against your temple.
Oops.
"You're a goddamn pain in my ass. Like a fucking fly always buzzin' round me."
"Well if I'm a fly that must make you a steaming pile of shit!" You retort.
"Fuck… you just love to run your mouth round me huh?"
You hiss as he shoves the gun harder against your skull.
"Just wanna see if you'll snap Frank, now you've finally caught me. Must say that I'm gettin' curious why you want me to stay away from Murdock so bad. He your boyfriend or something?"
His eyes glint in the dark as he stares you down.
"Shut the fuck up." He spits.
But it's not his words that shut you up when you open your mouth to get another snarky comment in, it's his bruising kiss as his lips crash against yours, hard and full of frustration. He drops the gun, you've touched a nerve. You're too shocked at first to do anything, eyes wide as he forces your mouth open against his, but then you hear your own moans as his tongue slides against yours, closing your eyes as he presses you into the wall, thigh wedging firm in-between your own, tasting the sweat, smelling the gunpowder residue, the scratch of his stubble against your face.
It's intoxicating.
Your hands fist around the straps of his stupid skull vest, grabbing and yanking him closer. You find yourself wishing you could take it off and feel the heat of his body against yours but that's not quite the way this is going.
Your hands snake upwards, holding his head and tugging at the longer lengths of hair on the top as you trade evermore ferocious kisses in a battle of lust, your leg wrapping around his hip, dryhumping like a pair of teenagers. You can feel the unmistakable evidence of his arousal as he grinds right into your core, annoyed that it feels so good and that you're doing nothing to stop it.
Frank's groping the firm swell of your breast as he feels your hand slip down between you and grabs hold of your wrist instinctually, slamming it back up on the wall above your head and grazing your knuckles painfully in the process, his mind screaming at him that you must be going for your knife.
"What the fuck?!" You yell, "I'm trying to open your pants, idiot!"
"Oh, right… yeah." He rasps as he lets you free when his brain catches up with his body and you continue ripping open his fly. When you get your hand around him your mouth drops open with an impressed huff.
"Jesus, to think that all this time I was bad-mouthing your dick."
"Fuck!" Frank grunts into the long column of your neck as you fondle him, soon scrabbling to loosen your own tac pants and shove his hand down between your legs. He doesn't know why he's surprised you're so wet. He hums as finds your clit, circling it a few times making you pant and writhe.
"Aw look at you. Now you got my trigger finger just where you want you're purrin' like a damn kitten."
"Are you clean?"
Your straight out question makes him stutter his answer. "Y-yeah, yeah m'clean."
"Alright, then shut up and fuck me."
"Jesus Christ-" he says under his breath as you race to push each other's pants down.
He hurriedly pulls off one of your boots to get a pant leg past your foot and then he scoops his big hands under your ass to lift you up, groaning with unrestrained pleasure as you help guide his rock hard cock inside you. The sound you make as he stretches you open is almost embarrassing, but then you realise Frank's going just as feral.
He's strong. You'd only ever encountered him in ranged combat, trading bullets not fists. You were pretty sure he could bench press you. At this moment however it seemed he was only interested in trying to fuck you through the wall. The tension between you both was still thick, you couldn't think about what would happen after this except that this was a dangerous line to cross, and not just for you.
You scrabble for something to hold on to, a drainpipe, the rebar sticking out of the wall, anything as Frank absolutely rails you into it. It's frenzied, it's fast, it's blowing your mind how fucking easily he's gonna bring you to orgasm. Your moans are increasing in pitch every time he snaps those hips and thrusts up into you.
You grab his hair and yank his head back from where he's buried it against your neck and he curses, legs shaking as you guess he's close.
"Mm fuck! You almost there? Cos m'bout ready to blow baby."
The waver in his gritted out words is scrambling your brain making you unable to form your own. Seeing him like this is like nothing you've ever imagined, and you imagine you're going to be replaying the night's events long into the future.
"Uhuh!" Is all you can manage as he fucks you deeper, harder than you ever thought possible until you're chanting something, almost screaming out as you quake around him, and you realise it's his name.
Frank Frank Frank.
And that's when he unloads into you, with an animalistic sound that trails off into a hot-as-fuck moan of release, his fingers pressing into the soft round meat of your ass, muscles locking up after he drives past the point of overstimulation to ensure you're satisfied after you've milked him dry.
"Oh fuck…" you collapse against him breathing heavily.
His hot breath fans over your face as you both come down from the unexpected high.
He gently lets you down, pulls out and tucks himself away.
"Back off the lawyer, okay?" He warns, pushing off from the wall you're slouching against, struggling to stay standing.
You shake yourself back to reality, bite into your lip and smile as you look up at him and the flush you've brought to his cheeks. "No promises." You reply, pulling your own pants back up.
"I mean it. I'll say it again just so it sinks into that pretty head of yours." He starts walking away and you're already missing his heat. "Next time… I won't miss."
"Who says there'll be a next time Castle?" You tease, wondering how long you'd feel the ache between your thighs.
"There's always a next time sweetheart."
You stay on the roof watching him climb down the fire escape, your legs trembling beneath you as you try to process what just happened.
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For your drabble sleepover!!! Envy with Frank Castle and Matt Murdock
Pairing: Matt Murdock x female reader x Frank Castle
Word Count: 820 words
Outline: Your boyfriend's friend comes uninvited one fateful night...
A/N: thank you lovely amalia for this request, had to keep it short otherwise I would have gone feral adsklaks.
warnings: swearing, degradation, praise kink, pet names, sub/dom play, penetrative vaginal sex, cockwarming, anal fingering, minors dni
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"You call that fucking?"
Frank's tone is furious, shaking his head from side to side while Matt is balls deep inside you thrusting in and out. He rolls his eyes at the sudden intrusion of Frank inside the room but he doesn't seem to flinch at all while he continues his assault on you. Your breasts are moving up and down to the rhythm of Matt and you'd be lying if you said that didn't turn you more on.
"Shit, Frank, she's clenching me so tight. Looks like little slut over here likes being watched." Nothing could make you feel better than being treated like an object for pleasure.
"Or maybe she just wants someone to fuck her properly. Pretty little thing probably doesn't even know what a good dick feels like."
Matt chuckles, his baritone voice echoing. You are out of breath, you long have been, Matt has already finished inside you and has spent the better part of his morning eating you out. It hasn't been long since he came home that night. Looks like he must have been with Frank before and evidently you were the topic of conversation. You had never hidden your deepest desires from Matt. He was more than willing to fulfill them all.
Your eyes move to the sound of Frank's growl. His palm is rubbing his crotch area and you can't help but salivate at the thought of his cock. You bet it was beautiful, thick, and girthy. He was definitely packing, if only you could take them both, your asshole clenched in anticipation. And that's when you felt empty, Matt slipped his cock out of your pussy and was instead slapping his tip teasingly over your sensitive clit making you squirm.
"Be my guest, have a go at her." Matt's voice sounds threatening and you can't help but look at him with big doe eyes. Looks like you would be getting exactly what you wanted.
"You want him?" He asks you clearly, his breath hot on your face as he is coming to sit close to your side.
"Y-yes." You plead looking at him, eyebrows drawn.
"Yes, what?" He quirks an eyebrow at you.
"Yes, please, thank you."
"Atta girl." Frank's voice makes your pussy clench once again and the sight of him throwing his black shirt on the floor, followed by the sounds of his heavy jeans and belt makes you moan.
"He looks good enough for you?" Matt asks you and you whisper slowly and in a haze a meek yes.
"We are going to have so much fun." Frank continues disposing of his boxers and freeing his cock which sprung heavy and big against his belly. He was big, enormously so and he looked absolutely delicious. You were obviously drooling which made him chuckle. He jumped on the bed and brought your body down with his big hands on your waist. With a quick motion, he lines up his cock to your entrance. You were so wet that he didn't need any further assistance and yet he still spat right into your entrance making you moan. Matt's hand possessively grabs your shoulders and before you know it he is shoving his cock inside your mouth. He was muffling your sounds. There's only so much he could take before his own envious nature came to play.
Frank's cockhead was big, stretching you out more than Matt could and you knew he knew it somehow that's why he kept his cock so down your throat, your hands wrapped around his thick hips. Frank was taking his time, pushing his cock inside inch by inch until he had filled you all the way up. Your back arched once he hit your cervix and that's when you knew, you needed to have them both, you needed to make sure this would happen. Obediently you take whatever Frank gives you, slow or fast, tears falling from your face, Matt's cock leaking down your throat.
"Fuck, red. Do you always fill her right up? She seems to be milking my cock for whatever's worth, look at her." Matt scoffs, biting his bottom lip instead of replying but that's when you feel his cock twitch inside your throat. With a loud groan, Franks spills his seed inside you, your body weak and aching underneath him.
"Shit, I got an idea," Frank says, a mischievous tone in his voice.
"Let's split her open, red, whatchu say?" You think you can hear Matt groan but before you can even think, his cock is out of your mouth, warm cum spilling from the sides of it and your ass is up in the air with fingers entering you.
The image of Frank thrusting you into you with his lips pressed together with Matt thrusting your ass wrapped around you, both filling you so tight and right would be the best to happen to you.
Until the next time…
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Sweet Escape
pairing: frank castle x fem!reader
summary: Frank has been coming to you when he needs to let off steam, but after you are put in danger because of him, everything between you two changes.
word count: 4.7k
warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral (f!receiving), angst, canon!typical violence, implications to anxiety, kidnapping, drinking
a/n: smut starts right below the cut :)
"Fuck, yes," you cry out, your voice muffled by the pillow beneath you as Frank pounds into you, his hands a vice grip on your waist.
He's only been going for a little bit, but you can already feel your climax approaching, fast. His thrusts continue in a ceaseless rhythm and when he presses himself forward, the change in angle has you gasping with pleasure.
"Frank," you moan, lifting your head slightly to get his attention, "I'm so close."
He grunts in response, his thrusts never faltering, before he orders you to, "Touch yourself."
A swell of pleasure is already tingling up your spine, but when your fingers join the mix, you practically see fireworks. It only takes a few quick circles on your clit before you find your release, and Frank works you through it, slowing down his movements as you start to get sensitive. He gives you a moment to rest before he thrusts a few more times, finding his own release.
You're completely exhausted as your arms buckle beneath you, your face hitting the pillow with an undignified oomph. "That was incredible."
Frank flops down next to you, his muscular body glistening with a sheen of sweat. You don't even have to look at him to see the slanted smirk on his face as he reaches around you to grab a bottle of water from your nightstand. You don't expect him to stay much longer, and at one point that would've hurt you, but you've long since learned to push down any feelings you have for Frank Castle.
"I should get to bed," you blurt out, wanting tonight to end on your terms for once. "Early day tomorrow and all."
"Ah yes," Frank grins, his voice rough from the exertion of tonight, "big shot lawyer over here."
You shoot him a "get outta here" look, but it quickly devolves into a cheeky smile when you see the smirk that seems to be permanently glued to his face. You had no idea how the same man who was grinning at you from across the bed could be the city's infamous "Punisher", but somehow he managed to be both. You relished in the fact that you were one of the few people to see this side of him, but sometimes you wished that he would show the world the truth about who he was. That he wasn't really a monster at all.
He takes his time getting dressed again, but you don't hurry him any more than you already have. As much as you claim the opposite, you truly do enjoy his company, especially after a long day at work.
But you would never admit that to him.
After what feels like no time at all, Frank grabs his things and heads towards the front door of your New York apartment. "I don't know when I'll see you next, but you have the burner."
You're used to the procedure at this point and you simply nod, pushing down the slight ache in your chest at the sight of him leaving before morning once again. It was almost a routine at this point, with Frank coming by whenever he had a rough night and needed to let off some steam. You weren't complaining - I mean, the sex was amazing - but you knew that eventually the little time you shared would have to come to an end. He was a wanted man, after all.
~~~
You weren't lying when you said you had an early start the next morning, and when your alarm goes off at five AM, you silently curse yourself for letting last night get the best of you. Pulling on a button-up blouse and a pencil skirt, you shoot your friend and colleague, Marci, a quick text that you would pick up coffee on the way, and rush out of your apartment.
You didn't always love your job at Landman and Zack, but you couldn't deny that it had its moments. One of which was when you got to meet the very man who graced your doorstep every other night.
The brash New York winter was finally melting into spring when Matt Murdock called you months ago to ask for a legal consult for the case he was working on. You two had taken a few classes together in law school, but you were still surprised to hear from him, knowing his personal distaste for the law firm you worked at. You agreed to help him, partly out of a sense of responsibility to help the underdog, but mostly out of a strange sense of curiosity.
The first day of your consultation was while Frank was still in the hospital. You still remember the black and blue bruises mottling his skin, injecting a menacing look onto an already menacing man. But you weren't fooled. The first thing you noticed when you walked into the room was his eyes. His big, brown, puppy eyes.
"He doesn't look too scary," you whisper to Foggy as the three of you walk into Frank's room. "I'm willing to bet he has a real reason for all this."
"Well," Foggy sighs, peeking over at you with a queasy look on his face, "that makes one of us."
Frank would later tell you that the first thing that drew him to you was how unafraid you seemed in his room that day. For you, though, it was a few minutes later, when Foggy made a snarky comment about the state of the hospital food. Matt had been stoic as ever, but you had had to fake a cough to cover the laugh that was threatening to escape from your mouth. You had immediately looked down with embarrassment, but when you finally peered back up at Frank, you saw him looking back at you, amusement etched into his features.
Your connection seemed to be as simple as the two of you feeling comfortable around each other, but in your world, a feeling like that was few and far between. You stuck around for the rest of the trial, and you tried to hide whatever attachment had formed between you two, but eventually even you couldn't deny what was going on.
But then the trial went to shit and Frank went to jail.
You were so angry at him for a while that you managed to forget how devastated you were that he was out of your life forever. Being with Frank had given you a taste for danger and your cushy post at Landman and Zack did nothing to satisfy the desire for risk and uncertainty that had been building up inside of you. It was a few weeks later when everything changed again.
You had been out with Marci, at a dingy bar on the opposite side of town, when danger blew into your life again.
"God, y/n, this place is disgusting," Marci whispers to you as you both slip into the stools by the bar. "I get that you don't want to talk to the other suits tonight, but did we really have to come this far out of Hell's Kitchen?"
The bar you chose wasn't Josie's by any means, but it was nicer than Marci's comments seemed to let on. Although the floors weren't acing any health inspections, string lights taped to the ceiling provided the establishment with a warm glow that gave it a friendly atmosphere.
Shooting her a half-apologetic smile, you flag down the bartender and order the both of you a pair of dirty martinis. You didn't really get the appeal of a martini - the olive juice left an odd taste in your mouth - but Marci loved them, and you decided it was best to appease her tonight after you dragged her all the way out here.
Marci, to her delight, hadn't stayed very long. Half an hour into your pseudo-girl's night out, Foggy had called her for a consult, and she was more than happy to call it a night. She hadn't wanted to leave you there, but you had assured her you would be just fine. Looking back, you weren't sure if that had been true.
You are nursing your half drunk martini when a hooded figure sits down at the seat next to you. Without looking, you slide your drink away from him, your hand casually slipping up to form a makeshift cover over the top.
"Smart girl," the man mutters, his voice low yet unmistakable.
You whip around to see the man still facing forward; but the sliver of side profile you can make out from your angle is indisputable.
"Frank?" you ask, your voice coming out like a croak. "How are you here?"
He finally turns to face you, and the fresh bruises on his face steal the breath from your lungs. You open your mouth to say something, but he just smiles tightly. "Can't a man just get a beer?"
You know you should be asking a million more questions, but you're too stunned. You have the overwhelming urge to either smack him or hug him, but in the end you don't do either. You just sit there and look at him, trying to take in everything you've been missing for weeks.
"Who else knows?" you whisper, acutely aware of the other people inhabiting the back tables of the bar. What you really mean is 'am I the only person who knows you're not in lock-up right now?'
He shakes his head almost imperceptibly, but it's enough. Knowing he came to you first is enough to hold you over for now. For a long time, if you're being truly honest.
You're jolted from your thoughts when the bartender sets his beer down in front of him. Frank wraps his thick fingers around the cool glass, shifting the condensation with his warm touch. Your eyes follow the glass as he lifts it to his lips and suddenly you can't take your eyes off of him. Can't look away from the swell of his Adam's apple as he swallows the crisp liquid, the bobbing of his throat as he gulps it down like it's the best thing he's ever tasted.
You don't realize you're staring until you meet his eyes and they look back at you with a hint of amusement. Amusement and...lust.
As much as you may have wanted to pretend otherwise, you were unequivocally attracted to Frank Castle, and in this moment, with the knowledge that he felt the same way, you couldn't control yourself. Your body tilts forward, almost by itself, and don't miss the look of relief in his eyes right before your lips meet his.
He's warm against your mouth and even though the bar is sticky with sweat and grime, you want nothing more than to wrap yourself in him and never let go. You both stay pressed together for a second, before Frank finally brings his hand up and tangles it in your hair, leaning your head back as he licks the seam of your lips with his tongue.
The wet heat of his tongue against yours pulls a moan from you that he swallows immediately, much to your relief. Pulling back slightly, you become keenly aware of the people around you. You slide off the bar stool and grab his hand, smiling, "Follow me."
~~~
You stop at the coffee stand outside your apartment on the way to work, grabbing two black coffees for Marci and yourself. You adjust your bag on your shoulder as you try to hold both coffees in one hand, to no avail. The walk to the Landman and Zack offices from your place is only about 15 minutes, and with the weather getting nicer, you decide to take a scenic route that cuts across Central Park.
The flowers are finally starting to bloom after the freezing winter, and you stop by a park bench to set your things down for a moment. The moment the coffees hit the bench, a hand comes into view and slams onto your mouth.
Your first instinct is to scream, but your lungs are constricting from the lack of oxygen and you can barely see, let alone yell. You stab your elbow back, trying to connect with the man's stomach, but before you can reach him, your vision fades to black.
~~~
You wake up in an abandoned warehouse, tied to a wooden chair with rope around your wrists and a cloth gag in your mouth. Your head is pounding from what was likely chloroform, and you can feel your skin being rubbed raw by the thick rope encircling your wrists.
A few people are milling about, moving large boxes that seem to be filled with some kind of supplies, but no one is paying you any attention. You spend a few minutes trying to pull your hands from the rope, but all you get is an angry red blister on your skin.
Before you can formulate a plan, a tall man with glasses and and a suit pulls a chair over and takes a seat across from you. He reaches forward and roughly yanks the gag from your mouth, letting it hang around your neck like a noose.
"Do you know why you're here?" the man asks, his voice at once diplomatic and harsh.
You glare at him, trying to put all the venom you can muster into one look, but he just cocks his head to the side and smirks. "I guess not."
"I don't know who you think I am," you grit out, your voice tight with anger and fear, "but you have the wrong person."
The man simply smiles at you, his mouth curved up in a way that you expect gets him whatever he wants from powerful people. "Oh, I know exactly who you are, y/n. And I think we have exactly the right person."
You don't know what to say to that, and your first thought is that this is about one of your cases. A loved one of someone you put away maybe?
But then he contradicts your suspicions. "I presume the name Frank Castle means something to you?"
Your mouth snaps shut and in that moment, you know you have given him everything he needs. Your mind is racing with possibilities of who this man could be working for, while also cursing yourself for not being more careful. You two had been in a limbo of comfort, operating under the assumption that you had been hiding your relationship well.
"Who do you work for?" you ask, wincing at how small your voice sounds.
"You don't need to concern yourself with that," he nods, standing up and pushing the chair aside. He inserts the gag back into your mouth before patting down his suit. "Just know that the reason you are here is because your boy Castle didn't keep up his end of the bargain."
~~~
Frank is still thinking about the look on your face last night when he left, as he walks down one of the side alleys in Hell's Kitchen where he stores some of his ammunition. It's a bit later in the morning than he wanted it to be - the sun is already up in the sky - but he manages to grab a few extra weapons and supplies before the owners of the diner he stashes his shit behind arrive for the day.
He is tucking his gun into his waistband and swallowing his regret, once again, for leaving you so abruptly, when the distinct buzzing of his burner phone gets his attention. Only a few people have this number, and he knows it's not you who is calling. You never call.
Stuffing some extra ammo into his jacket pocket, he flips open the phone and waits for someone to speak.
"Frank?" a man's voice calls out through the line, wavering with apprehension. "Is this you?"
"Who's asking," Frank grunts, his forehead scrunching in confusion.
"It's Foggy," the man answers, causing Frank to roll his eyes and tuck the phone between his ear and shoulder as he keeps grabbing supplies.
When he doesn't say anything, Foggy starts talking again. "Fisk has y/n, Frank. Marci called me this morning when she didn't show up for work, and when I got into the office, there was an automated message on our machine saying that you had 12 hours to find them!"
The bag he was grabbing falls from Frank's hand with a thud. They have her. And it's my fault.
Fisk had gotten him out of jail, and now he was collecting.
"I'll take care of it," he huffs over the phone, before snapping the burner shut and tossing it into the nearest trash can.
~~~
You've been staring at the empty doorway that the man from earlier walked through for what feels like hours. The last person here finished loading up the truck ages ago, and since then you've been sitting in silence, anticipating the next move.
With nothing else to occupy yourself with, you resorted to chewing through the gag in your mouth, and you can feel a jaw cramp coming on when the cloth finally snaps. In the grand scheme of things, this is nothing, but the ability to speak grants you at least the semblance of control.
Deep inside your mind, you know that Frank is probably coming to get you, but your consciousness doesn't allow yourself these liberties. You're just a convenient lay, it snipes at you. You don't mean anything to him.
You close your eyes, trying to push away the intrusive thoughts. Your head is so cluttered that you almost miss the sound of a man yelling from across the warehouse.
Your eyes snap open and you start stomping your feet on the ground. "I'm in here!"
The sounds of grunting and screaming get closer and you know that can only be a good sign. Suddenly a figure darkens the doorway and your shoulders fall with relief. Frank is covered in blood, dark red splotches blooming across his shirt, but he doesn't appear to be too hurt.
He starts to make his way over to you, but before he can get close enough, his eyes widen and he comes to a stop. You don't understand why he would leave you here any longer than he needs to, but your question is answered when you feel the cold kiss of metal press against your throat. A gasp is pulled from your mouth as you realize what is happening.
"Step back, Frank," the familiar voice from before instructs from behind you. His hand is clammy on your shoulder and you resist the urge to curl out of his grasp.
Frank does as he says, very slowly, and the man's grip on the knife loosens a bit. Frank's eyes don't leave yours as you try to control the fear in your expression. You can see a question in his eyes that you answer with the slightest nod.
Before you can blink, Frank whips out the gun from his waistband and fires off a shot that hits the man square in the chest. The force of the bullet sends him falling back, and you throw your head to the side, narrowly missing the blade of his knife. The man falls to the ground behind you and Frank fires off two more shots before rushing to your side.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice tight with something you don't recognize.
You nod quickly, your chest heaving with adrenaline. "I'm fine. I'm fine."
Frank immediately gets to work undoing the ropes tying you down, and you lean your head back, trying to get your heart rate under control. You're safe now. He's here. He's got you.
When the last rope falls to the ground, you stand up and shake your legs out, feeling surprisingly rejuvenated. Your senses feel a bit dulled, but overall, you're doing okay.
Frank doesn't take his eyes off of you as he leads you out of the building and to his car. On the way back to your apartment, he notices you fidgeting with the raw skin on your wrists and he has to look away before he says something he'll regret. He waits a few more minutes before he opens his mouth again, "I'm sorry about how that ended. I shouldn't have put you at risk like that. It won't happen again."
"It's okay," you whisper, surprised by the truth in your words as you say them. "I trust you."
Frank would be lying if he said that didn't take the breath out of his lungs, but he manages to school his features as he keeps driving. No matter what you say, it isn't okay. None of this is okay.
Half an hour later, you are walking into your apartment, Frank on your heels, because he insisted on making sure you got inside okay. You kick your heels off by the door and lock it behind you, before heading into the bathroom to take inventory of yourself. One look in the mirror and you see that it's really not as bad as it could have been. There's a thin red line on the side of your neck from where the knife nicked you, and red scratches on your wrists from the rope, but other than that, you don't look half bad.
You change into a large t-shirt and crawl into your bed, even though it's early in the evening. Frank is still scrutinizing you, but you roll your eyes and nod towards the door. "You can go, you know. I'm fine, I promise."
He pauses for a moment, looking back at you in a silence that you don't think you will ever get used to. "I'll stay for a bit."
You let out a deep sigh, showing him that you are exasperated, but a part of you that you don't want to acknowledge is grateful. I'm fine, the voice in your head keeps repeating, as if it knows what will happen when it stops.
Frank pulls off his boots and his leather jacket and climbs into the bed next to you, sitting on top of the covers. You lean into him, enjoying the warmth radiating off of him as he makes himself comfortable, one arm behind his head and the other around you.
You only get a few minutes of peace before he restarts his questioning. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Closing your eyes for a moment, you try and fail to control the irritation in your voice. "Yes, I'm fine. Stop asking me that."
His arm squeezes tighter around you. "It's okay if you're not okay."
Huffing loudly, you extricate yourself from his hold and sit up to face him. "People have been through worse, Frank. I can handle myself just fine."
"Y/n..."
"I can't think about it yet, okay!" you burst out suddenly, feeling just as surprised as he seems to be. You have no idea where that outburst came from, but suddenly the walls are closing in and you can feel tears pricking the back of your throat. The intrusive voices in your head are snarling at you and you press your palm to your forehead in an attempt to shut them up.
"Please, I need you," you whisper, your voice strained. "I need to stop thinking, please."
Concern colors his features, but you know he understands. You know he has felt this. This ache and this fear and this longing for everything to go back to normal.
Leaning forward slightly, Frank brings his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing your cheekbone as he licks his lips with a dart of his tongue. Your breath comes out in a few short spurts before Frank directs your mouth towards his.
Your lips meet and a calm washes over you, quieting the chaos eating at your skull. Finally.
You deepen the kiss first, your tongue sweeping over his as you try to get yourself closer closer closer. You crawl out of the covers, lifting yourself up to straddle him, but he wraps his arms around your torso and lays you back down, his knees on either side of you. His body forms a protective shield over you as he presses wet kisses along your jaw, pulling breathy moans from you as the heat created by his proximity gets almost overwhelming.
"Frank, please," you gasp, reaching down to grip the hem of his shirt. You yank it off quickly, breaking apart for a moment as the cloth passes between you. He must see the desperate look in your eyes, because he slides your tee shirt off and moves down your body, kissing a trail towards your core.
He hooks two deft fingers in your panties and yanks them down before diving between your thighs. His tongue licks a confident stripe up your cunt that has you squirming under his arms, but he easily presses his palms flat against your abdomen to keep you down against the bed.
Frank works you up slowly but surely, dipping his tongue inside of you at uneven intervals as he alternates between sucking your clit and nudging it with his nose. His hands roam up your body as he flicks his tongue, never settling in one place. You can tell he's trying to help you relax, and you try to do just that, but something feels off. His ministrations between your legs feel like heaven but you can't focus without him looking at you. You lift your head in an effort to see him below you, but his head is down and without him here with you, the silence stops being so manageable.
"Frank, stop," you whisper, tugging his hair lightly. "Come up here, please."
He looks confused, but he follows your request all the same, coming up and pressing a wet kiss to your chest then your jaw then your lips. Frank splays his hands across your stomach, his fingers tickling the underside of your breasts, as he peppers kisses down your jaw.
"I need you up here with me," you gasp as you relish the feeling of his lips on your skin.
"You're sure?" he asks, coming up to face you again.
"Have me," you say, your eyes begging for him to understand what you need.
His eyes darken with lust and you feel him reach for a small package in your nightstand. He enters you slowly, giving you plenty of time to adjust, but you wrap your legs around his lower back, pulling him further into you with each careful thrust. Frank takes the cue, and quickens his pace, a groan building in his throat at the sight of you sprawled out under him. He can already feel his balls tightening, but he grips the sheets on either side of your head, trying to hold off his release.
He's hitting the perfect spot inside of you and you swear you can see stars with each thrust. You run your hands up his abdomen, feeling the grooves of old and new scars under your fingertips. You can see someone else's blood matted in the crevices of his muscles, but you still grip his back, pressing his body to yours. His face is inches from yours as he continues his movements, every thrust getting you closer and closer to the edge.
Frank sees the signs of your impending release on your face and he reaches up to grip your jaw as he sucks blossoming marks into your neck. It only takes a few more pushes before you're flying over the edge, a cry on your lips as your body shakes beneath his. Your core clenches around his length and the sound of your release brings him to his soon after.
You take a few moments to come down, but when you do, everything comes rushing back. Frank rolls off of you, laying down by your side, and you can already feel the tears welling up in your chest.
"Y/n, are you -" he starts before a sob rips from your throat. The first one breaks the well and soon your eyes blur from the tears streaming down your face.
"I'm sorry," you gasp, pressing your face into his chest as he holds you to him. "I'm sorry, I was fine."
"Shh," he whispers, rubbing circles on your back. "It's alright, sweetheart. It's alright."
You don't know how long you stay like that, but eventually the natural light from outside is gone and you and Frank are cloaked in a comfortable darkness.
"I'm sorry," you say again after a while, your words punctuated by a hiccup. "I know you need to go."
He seems to ponder this for a moment, but he doesn't say anything in response. The low lighting and peaceful warmth lulls you down, and soon you fall asleep, head slumped on his shoulder.
~~~
The next morning you wake up to an empty bed, and something inside of you says he won't be coming back ever again.
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Billy Russo Smut
Warnings: Oral (fem receiving) and poor smut written by a virgin lmao
minors mdni
A/N: this is my first time writing smut so I’m sorry if this sucks
I bite my lip hard, drawing blood, as i tried to keep my moans quiet. Billy was relentless in his assault on my soaking pussy. One minute we were eating lunch in his office after I brought him food and the next I was sitting in his chair as he eats my cunt out like a man starved. His assistant outside definitely new what was going on nut this wasn’t new for her. My visits to Billy always ended up like this.
Billy’s grip on my thighs was nearly bruising but I didn’t care. the only thin on my mind was how good his tongue felt on me. The sounds of my dripping pussy only made me wetter and the sight of him between my legs didn’t help.
When he started sucking on my clit while fucking me with his long fingers is when I finally came undone. My hips lifted off the seat as my orgasm washed over me. He brought his fingers to my lips and watched as I sucked them, moaning at the tasted of myself on them. I could tell from his dark eyes that this was far from over and I was proven right when he pulled be from the chair and bent me over the desk.
My efforts to keep quiet were long forgotten after that.
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Billy Russo and jealousy
Don't lie to me y'all think about this often
He's a one cocky mf, big ego and all the shebang
So he doesn't get jealous often
But, although rarely, it does happen
On a serious side note, he strikes me as the guy who's surprisingly very trusting towards their partner after they break through his mile-high walls
Jealous Billy gropes, whatever he can lay his hands on
And the iron grip makes you pretty much immobile
He would be into more risky acts, maybe even public spaces
I mean, if someone catches you, at least it will be very obvious that no one should start funny business with you
There's has been at least one instance when he leads you out of an event to "have a talk" only to come back like 20 minutes later with cum running down your leg
Very humbling experience, 10/10
If you were trying to make him jealous and he caught on that, he might do a lil choking
Slaps your ass when you're too quiet
Shoves your panties into your mouth
Definitely makes you stare at him when you're cumming
He's the one rearranging your organs right now and he wants you to be very much aware of that
Neighbors know it too
Grabs a fistful of your hair to keep your head in place as he whispers very important life lessons:
"I'm not sharing this tight pussy."
"I can fuck you all I want because you're mine."
"This sweet cunt is mine, princess."
"Who do you fucking belong to?"
Slaps your clit when you're not answering him
Jealous Billy would go for mirror sex just to you can watch him absolutely destroy you
He's fucking you from behind and holding your head so you have to stare at your own reflection
"What's my name, you little bitch?"
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Cowgirl
pairing: dbf!southern!frank castle x afab!reader
summary: a trip to the store with your dad’s best friend ends in a lack of a swimsuit and the feeling of his beard scratching you forever engraved in your mind.
warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 52), use of pet names, dirty dirty thoughts!!!, mention of a divorced dad?, fingering, no real sex, bearded frank <3, no mentions of y/n, no descriptions of reader, not proofread
word count: 2711 words
author’s note: the line “ride cowgirl” in pyramid by frank ocean inspired this whole fic, which i kinda wanna make into multiple fics?? a story if you will?? anyway, i think this is a huge step up from my last writing piece so please enjoy :)
read the sequel ride, cowgirl !
“I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe.” You sang along to the song blaring from your dad’s speaker, you hijacked it when he went inside to get more beer for him and his friends, swinging your hips and slowly spinning in a circle. Your music was way better than his divorced dad rock music, which you secretly enjoyed, and if you were going to enjoy the get together he was throwing you were absolutely going to play your own music.
“But you keep fronting.” Tiffany, your long time best friend, sang back into the imaginary microphone in her hand as she pranced around you in a circle. The two of you putting on a performance to the imaginary crowd in your backyard, or so you thought. Twenty feet away, sitting in perfect position across the fire to watch you swing your hips around, was your dad’s best friend Frank.
Frank was only half listening to the conversation between the men around him, he was more focused on the way you danced and how it was making him rethink every decision he ever made and was about to make, his knuckles going white from the grip he had on the bottle in his hand. Sure, he’d always known you were a gorgeous girl but something about tonight was different. The fire barely illuminating your skin softly had him wanting to slide behind you as your hips moved in time with the song, his lips dragging across the skin of your neck before moving to your ear where he whispered promises of what he’d do to you later. He took a sip of the lukewarm beer, watching you for a second more before turning back to whatever bullshit conversation that was going on. It paled in comparison to you. Currently, everything did.
The summers in Texas were your favorite, the air was never too humid and warmed you up when the wind came through at night, the lightning bugs never failed to show up every night and lit up the trees if you paid enough attention. Truthfully you were biased, but the thing that made them truly the best was having no true responsibilities again and you would always enjoy that, especially when your beloved dad bought your alcohol for three months. One of your favorite perks was the swimming pool, you were either swimming with a few of your friends or tanning on the side but you were almost always found by it. The swimsuits you typically donned weren’t the slightest bit modest, and now wasn’t any different. You were barely covered in a green bikini, the top consisting of two triangles and a string, and the bottoms high cut and covered with a mesh skirt.
“Castle, how’s work been man? Ain’t heard much bout it ‘n normally ya don’t shut up bout it.” Goddamnit is all Frank thought as your dad dragged him back into the conversation, ruining the imagery in his head. If looks could kill, the one he shot your dad would’ve murdered him beyond recognition. “‘s alright, busy. Always picks up in the summertime. Ready to have some more downtime, spend it with family.” More like with your daughter.
“I hear ya. Promise ol’ girl over there we’d do some family shit this summer, if business keeps the way it is I ain’t too sure how well I can keep that promise.” Your dad responded, pointing you out to the guys as if Frank hadn’t been oogling you all night. You and Tiff had stopped dancing to the music and instead opted to sitting with your legs in the pool, gossiping about town drama and Tiff’s newest boy of the week.
“Understandable, if ya’ll need anything just holler at me.” Frank responded, ready for the conversation to be done, ready to continue watching you like a creep from afar. He’d be a creep if it meant staring at you all night, he’d be a creep if it meant a chance to feel your hair wrapped around his hand while he-
“Dad, Tiff and I are going to get snacks from the gas station!” You called out happily, ripping Frank out of his delusion with the angelic smile of yours, walking over to the group of men surrounding the fire.
“C’mere, I’ll give you my card so you can get some more drinks.” You happily grabbed the card from your dad, bending over to give him a small hug. Frank was no better than the next man, he scratched at his scruff as he admired the way the green of your bikini complimented the tan skin threatening to spill from the lack of support.
“Frank, can you drive us? It’s dark and neither of us wanna drive.” It was like the perfect opportunity fell right into his lap and he’d be damned if he wasn’t taking it. The smile you were flashing him made him want to get down on his knees and beg, a god he wasn’t sure existed for, forgiveness for what he was about to do.
“Course darlin’, let me get my wallet.” He looked at your dad who seemed to have no qualms about the situation before getting out of the chair, placing his mostly empty bottle of now warm beer on the ground and following you into the house.
“I’m gonna go put a shirt on, give me a second.” Up until tonight, much like Frank with you, you hadn’t noticed how attractive he was. Older men had always excited you but this was different. Frank was big, strong, rough around the edges but had that southern hospitality you loved. You couldn’t help but think about how his scruff would feel rubbing against your skin, would it leave redness in its wake? would it help spur your orgasm as he fucked you with his fingers?
You picked up some oversized t shirt that probably once belonged to your dad and put it on, shaking your head as if it would get rid of the thoughts.
“Hey, I’m gonna head out. Horrible timing I know! But y’know, boy of the week is calling.” Tiff spoke, her expression clearly apologetic, giving you a hug and promising to make plans for later this week before grabbing her things and leaving.
“So for taking so long, got caught up in my thoughts.” Of you. You smiled softly, suddenly aware of how the sun had brought out freckles you didn’t know he had and how muscular he truly was.
“‘S alright, lets get goin’ ‘for your dad starts wonderin’.” He matched your smile, placing his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked out of the house and to his truck. You were painfully aware of how big his hands felt, triggering your mind to think about his fingers. You rubbed your thighs together to relieve some of the tension aching at your core, it felt so taboo to lust after a man your dad’s age. Not just his age! His own best friend!
The trip to the gas station was uneventful, unfortunately, the two of you exchanged conversation like the tension wasn’t thick enough to cut. Like Frank’s jeans were getting uncomfortably tight and your bikini bottoms uncomfortably wet. Like neither of you wanted to jump the bones of the other person.
“Hey, Frank?” You asked softly, trying to gain the courage to ask the question you wanted the answer to.
“Darlin’?” He put the car in park, looking over at you expecting you to call him every disgusting name under the sun for his thoughts about you tonight.
“Do you, uhm…”
“I’m not a mind reader, baby.” At first you thought you imagined the word, that he didn’t actually say it but it was your imagination fueling the growing fire you had for Frank Castle. But he did say it, and he did it on purpose. Testing the waters, seeing how far he could go without making you uncomfortable.
“Have you ever been with someone younger?” Not the fucking question, idiot. You scolded yourself, you didn’t want to know the answer to this. What if his answer was yes and you were imagining his interest in you, that you weren’t special.
“No, I uh haven’t. Not yet, anyway.” There he went again, saying things that made you think you were imagining it. Maybe you’d wake up any minute and none of it was real. He could see the wheels turning in your head, you were a smart girl and he knew that.
You, timidly, leaned over the console of his truck and experimentally ran your fingers through his scruff. You’d never been with a man, much less a man with a beard, you’d only been with what your father classified as boys. Frank leaned into your touch, placing his hand on top of yours and dragging it to his lips. Placing kisses on your palm, keeping eye contact with you. You were having trouble breathing, he was going to kill you. The beautiful hunk of a man was going to be the cause of your death, you’d make sure Tiff had it written on your tombstone. “Death by Frank Castle.”
Frank let your hand drop into your lap, threading his own hand through your hair to grab the back of your head and pull you closer to him. He leaned forward to meet you halfway, eyes scanning your face just taking in your beauty. His lips were made to fit yours, you were convinced, moving in motion with yours. His beard scratching your skin deliciously, his fingers wrapping themselves in your hair, his scent. He was everywhere, he consumed you.
“Need you, Frank please.” You breathed, pleading with him. “Need you so bad, need to feel you, your fingers.” You carried on, your voice sounding like you were on the verge of tears.
“Baby, not here.” He spoke softly, committing the way you sounded to memory for him to reference later when he was alone, “I’ll get you off though. Make you cum, all over my seat.”
His words eliciting a whimper, you’d take anything he was willing to give you. It didn’t matter that anyone could see into his truck at any moment, made the situation so much more intense. He tapped your thigh, signaling he wanted you to open your legs.
Frank let his fingers dance over the exposed skin your lack of pants left, dragging them up your thighs slowly. Painfully slow. He left open mouth kisses down your neck, occasionally biting and soothing the bite with his tongue. What felt like a decade later his middle finger traced your clothed folds, chuckling into your neck at how wet you were. You bucked your hips at the stimulation, earning another chuckle from the man in the driver’s seat, you were dying to receive some more stimulation from him. At this point, you’d sell a kidney and probably your soul to just have a singular finger inside you. You’d probably sell his soul too.
He dipped a finger underneath your swimsuit, groaning at how wet you truly were and that he was the cause of it all. His dreams were, partially, coming true and he needed to thank the heavens and the stars. Your moans and whimpers were music to Frank’s ears and he’d do anything and everything to keep them coming, to keep those angelic noises from leaving your pretty mouth. The truck was silent except for your noises and the squelch of Frank playing with your pussy.
“‘S wet, pretty girl. All for me? Did I do this to you, baby?” He taunted you, sliding his finger through your folds and swirling your clit as he waited for an answer.
“All for you, promise.” You whined, leaning your head against him, sweat beading on your skin as the car started to heat up from the summer air and the actions being performed.
Your pleas were answered when he finally plunged a finger inside of you, pulling it all the way out and admiring how it glistened in the light provided by the street light in the corner of a parking lot. He did this a few times, thrusting his finger in and pulling it all the way back out before plunging it back inside of you. His lips found your neck again, moving your head back to the original position it was in, kissing every spot of open skin he could reach. As if he read your mind, he inserted another finger alongside the one already inside. The stretch burned in a way that made you feel alive, made you feel on top of the world. All because Frank’s fingers were inside you. God, his fingers were big. So big it made you think about how right your dad had been to call everyone else a boy and not a man. So big all you could do was think about how big his cock must be, if his jeans were any indication you were in for a real treat. Not here though, stupid stupid gas station stupid truck. Your thoughts soon turned to mush.
His fingers curled right against the spongy spot inside of you, hitting it over and over again, he readjusted his hand to put his thumb on your clit.
“C’mon pretty girl, let go for me.” He spoke low, trailing kisses back up your neck and nipping at your earlobe.
You could feel the warmth growing in your stomach, the knots forming into bigger knots and then even bigger knots. Could feel the heat spreading throughout your body, your orgasm so close you could taste it. It was right there, his fingers hitting all the right spots and his thumb working wonders on your clit, his scruff scratching your skin and his mouth kissing everywhere. He was suffocating you in all the best ways possible. All you could see, hear, smell and taste was Frank fucking Castle.
Stars. Your vision turned to stars as your orgasm washed over you, your body shaking in the passenger seat as he fucked you with his fingers. Those damn fingers. You couldn’t see anything but stars, for all you knew you had gone to heaven and it was thanks to the magical orgasm given to you at the hands of your new god.
When you came down from your high, Frank was whispering how well you had done and how pretty you were. He was caressing your thigh and placing kisses to your head.
“Did so good, gonna get me addicted.” He reached behind your seat and handed you a water bottle, opening it and holding the lid so you could drink it.
“Thank you.” You smiled up at him, that killer smile that got him here in the first place. He truly was going to get addicted to you and he had no complaints about it, could die a happy man tonight if fingering you in his passenger seat is all he gets to do to you. His phone ringing in his pocket brought him back to the situation at hand.
Shit. Both of you thought, remembering what you were supposed to be doing and how it was now an entire forty-five minutes later.
“Hey, ah yeah we’re good. Small fender bender, yeah….to make it all worse the gas station was closed when we got here.” Frank spoke to your dad on the phone, coming up with a lie like his life depended on it and he hadn’t just fingered you to the edge of your life. “Should be back soon, don’t worry man. I’m keepin’ her safe, precious cargo.”
You chuckled softly at his sentence, relaxing completely in the seat and taking a few sips of water, thinking about the future of your relationship with him. Or whatever it was, you made out and he had his fingers inside you but that didn’t mean shit. What if he regretted it and now didn’t want anything to do with you, what if he was too worried about his friendship with your dad?
“Quit thinkin’ too much. We’ll figure out whatever this is, all I know for sure is I need to see you again. And you to ride me, like a fuckin’ cowgirl. Ya hear?”
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pain and suffering
summary: to which criminals run from the shadows, and the shadows run home to you.
pairing: frank castle x male reader x matt murdock
word count: 4k
warnings: 18+ warning, unprotected s3x, dom!mattfrank, bottom!reader, double pen3tration, blowj0bs, mentions of violence
a/n: i got this request like a whole month ago and im sorry to anon it took me a while to think of this
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gif credit for frank & matt
The night air looms over Hell’s Kitchen. A normal person might hear the honking of cars and the loud chitchat of people in the street, but to a man like Daredevil, he hears everything. He hears Sally from down the street, crying as her husband comes home drunk, or Dominic, stealing another purse to pay for his brother’s medical bills. The city is not just a cluster of sounds for a man like the Devil, it’s a war cry. His city needs help, so he braces for the jump, a leap into the battlefield.
To him, pain and suffering is a saint. The pain of every hit, every jab, and every punch. To Matt Murdock, the pain of getting hit is like lashing for every sin he’s made. He is the fist of God, the guardian angel of the Kitchen, his suffering is the price for the safety of his people. So to him, yes, pain and suffering is the saint that guides him, the adrenaline to jump, to fight, to stand back up and fight again because he knows if he doesn’t, worse men will.
He sits wounded on top of a building, the hanging laundry hiding him from plain sight. He pants, blood gushing from his lower rib. But then he smells it: gunpowder. The sound of clanking metal and rubber boots walking closer to him. He knows that smell, the smell of danger, the smell of bad news, the smell of The Punisher.
“They hit ya’ pretty bad tonight Red,” his rough voice roared across the building. He smells of blood, not his blood, but the blood of at least thirty other men.
“I don’t need your help, Frank,” Matt said, wincing as he tried to stand.
“I doubt that,” he was closer to Matt, he took the rear end of his rifle and pressed it to Matt’s wound, he cried out in pain. “See?”
“I don’t need any help from you.”
“That’s your problem, Red. You’re so self-righteous. You’re out here bleeding yourself to death thinking God sent you here on earth to be his punchin’ bag,'' he puts the rifle down, the metal butt hitting the floor. “You think your God can miraculously heal your wounds? The Devil ain’t no saint.”
“And you’re any better?” Matt spat. “You wear that skull on your chest and you think that gives you the license to be a killer?” he licks his dried-up lips, the wounds weighing on him. “You’re a beast, Frank. A wild creature with no self-control, bloodthirsty, and—and inhumane.”
Frank was right, but Matt’s pride would never take any help from Frank Castle, he’s a murderer, a cold-blooded killer, and men like him have no place roaming the streets of New York. Matt tries to walk away from Frank, he could feel the blood drip into his waist, his head dizzy. Before he could even reach a meter away from Frank he feels the pull of the earth and drops into the cement floor, out cold.
“Dumbass,” Frank spat.
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To Frank Castle, pain and suffering is a weapon.
Pain is the bullet to the head of a wife beater, a pedophile, a human trafficker, and any other demented fuck that helps in spreading crime in his city. He sniffs in the scent, it’s nauseating, the smell of garbage and piss, the smell of dead bodies piled in a heap for the cops to find. The blood pooled on his boots, painting them red. He reloads the gun, pulling on the lever that locks the bullet in the barrel, ready for the trigger.
“Please, man. I have a wife and two kids,” the bald man begged. His shirt was soaked in blood, a bullet grazed his hip. He walks backward achingly, his back hitting the wall. “Fuck, man I swear I don't know anything ‘bout this! ”the man kneels in front of Frank, his hands together like he’s praying.
Pain is the bullet that ends all suffering.
Bang!
The man falls on the concrete, blood dripping out of his skull. Frank wipes the blood splatter on his face with his sleeve. He takes the pistol and slides it into the holster on his thigh. He grabs the man’s sleeve and pulls him into the heap. No loose ends.
Frank takes his rifle and leaves. Taking the rooftops so the cops won’t see him. His body is sore, but it was never a hindrance. He sees a red blur across the building. The Devil himself, running from a bunch of men. Frank notices the Devil walking strangely, a hand on his left to cover a bleeding wound.
He takes the sniper rifle and aims it at the four men searching for the masked vigilante. He reloads the rifle, and one by one the men drop dead. The Devil was clueless as to where the bullets came from. He walks over to the wounded man, lumped over the side of a rooftop wincing in pain.
Frank had always admired the Devil’s determination, always standing back up after a fight, the line he wouldn’t cross, it amused Frank in a way. He liked to toy with it, always putting the red vigilante in positions where his moral code is tested.
You know you’re one bad day away from becoming like me.
Frank once told him, and he guessed it wasn’t true. Despite how hard the world hit him, he never crossed that line. That’s why when the Devil ended up face down on the concrete floor he took his body into his shoulder. Carrying his body to the only place he knew would understand the situation. To the person that knew the creed of pain and suffering.
He stands in front of the wooden door, the door was locked. Not his first instinct to knock, because he knew he would always be let in. He knocked on the door, no answer. He knocked louder, banging on the door, the sounds echoing throughout the hallway.
“Jesus Christ, people will hear you,” you said, answering the door.
—
To you, pain and suffering is a curse. The curse that binds people to hospital beds for years, slowly rotting into the sheets as more and more medicine gets pumped into their veins. The curse that brings people into the emergency room, stabbed my knives, with broken knees, amputated fingers, and gunshot wounds through bone and muscle.
You earn money from pain and suffering. Doctor’s fees from people you know can’t even afford it. You always wanted to give them pro-bono, but you weren't loaded like that. That’s why when injured vigilantes were involved, everyone in the New York underground knew your number.
You had known people like Maya Lopez, Misty Knight, Ben Reilly, Ty Johnson, and Tandy Bowen alongside other masked heroes. That’s why when The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen arrived at your door four months ago you didn’t second guess your decision to help him. To you, helping these people would absolve you of being complicit in the suffering of innocent people in the hospital.
“Got your number from Spider-man, hope you don’t mind,” he said, sprawled on your kitchen table covered in blood. His muscular body contracted from the pain as you sewed his wounds shut. You never truly cared about forming connections with your clients, it was more of a get-patched-up-and-leave type of way.
He would often flirt with you whenever he came by, his dimples forming under his mask whenever he smiled or laughed. “Don’t worry Doc’ I’m a big boy,” he said, smiling at you. The smile quickly faded when you dug into his skin to retrieve the bullets on his bicep, a groan leaving his lips. You tried not to think about it, but he's pretty cute.
On one night, a man banged on your door, you rushed to meet a shadow drenched in blood as if it was raining blood from the sky, a white skull on his chest. His hoarse voice groaned as you took him into your kitchen. Multiple bullet wounds, and gashes on his chest, in your personal opinion a person with that many injuries would've ended up on the morgue.
“Did you fall into a meat grinder? What the hell,” you said. You tried your best to patch him up but he needed some blood transfusions.
“Check the bag,” he groaned. Inside were bags of blood from the hospital, all type O, what the fuck.
He stayed in your house for two nights, you checked his vitals every hour to make sure he was still alive. This hasn’t happened before, you’ve never had a client that was on the brink of death. It was always some minor injury, but this man managed to wake up and stand after two days to leave.
You found a bundle of one hundred dollar bills in your mailbox the next day.
—
“Bring him to the couch,” you said. You took Matt’s body as Frank carried his legs, you took his limp body into the sofa, a deep wound on the torso, an easy fix for you at this point. It has been months since you first met the two men in your apartment. You’ve spent multiple nights helping them, in your apartment, or Matt’s, or Frank’s bunker. You were technically associated with them to the point that you know their real names.
“The emergency kit is on the kitchen counter.”
“Got it Doc,” Frank saluted, removing his trench coat and his bulletproof vest, his muscular form bulging through his black shirt. They reeked of blood, you could taste the iron on your tongue.
Matt’s eyes fluttered, his head turning to the sound of your voice. “Hey,” he said, groaning through the pain. You cut his undershirt open, the wound gushing out blood. You took some gauze to soak the viscous liquid, making sure the clotting starts.
“Sit your ass down, Red,” Frank ordered. You managed to sew the wound shut, you gave Matt some pain relievers as his eyes fell back into sleep. You let him rest for a bit, covering him in a fleece blanket. You walked towards Frank, a few cuts on his arms, he was already in the middle of sewing some of them before you helped. “Don’t worry about me, it’s nothin’”
“Make sure you don’t die in my kitchen this time,” you said, walking to the kitchen sink to rinse your bloodied hands. You opened your refrigerator to grab a drink. “Want a beer?”
“Sure,” Frank nods.
You took a cold beer from your fridge, the metal caps clanking on the floor. You handed him the bottle, he took a big swig like he was thirsty for water, some liquid falling from the corner of his lips. He sat on a wooden chair, legs spread, the hem of his shirt raising a bit to show a peak of his abdomen.
Matt soon woke up. Much to your disagreement, taking a beer of his own. He took a seat in your dining area, topless with bandages around his torso. The three of you are looking at each other around the table. “So–what happened tonight?” you asked.
Matt’s frown was deadset. Frank taking gulps of his second bottle of beer. You were taking sips of your bottle, looking at the heated tension between the two. It was annoyingly anxiety-inducing. “You know, I don’t know what’s the point of talking to you two—I’m a physician, not a therapist.”
“You need to stay away from him,” Matt said, his lips a straight line. “He’s a dangerous person with nothing good going on for his pathetic life.”
“Boohoo! Little catholic boy here feels entitled about being god’s little bitch,” Frank spat. “Is that what you think bitch boy?”
“See? He’s an immature old fuck that thinks the world’s answer to violence is guns and bullets,” Matt said, downing his beer.
“He’s just using his lawyer bullshit on you,” Frank said.
You rolled your eyes, it’s always like this, them bickering. You downed the beer, the bitter taste running through your tongue. You set it down with a loud clunk. The two men halted their bickering.
“I’m not taking sides but I think both of you are annoying cry babies that should just kiss and make out!” the two men frowned their brows. “You bicker like an old couple—the two of you need to suck it up because, at the end of the day, the two of you leave a trail of blood in this city that I clean!” you shouted.“You know how many people end up in the emergency room thanks to you two, I don’t even keep count of them anymore.”
Matt called for your name, to apologize or something, but you took another bottle of beer and gulped on the bubbly drink. Instead of talking you took his lips to yours, the bitter taste of his mouth shared with yours. His hands come to your neck, fingers wrapping around the flesh as his tongue meets yours. You smell his clean shampoo mixing with the alcohol, he smelled like a man who took hygiene seriously.
You pull back to walk towards Frank, bending down to kiss him, pressing on his shoulder with your hands to guide you. The bitter taste of both of your mouths intoxicates you. He grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling you in more. He smelled of cheap soap and gunpowder. You pulled away to catch them frozen, feet glued to the floor, aghast.
“See,” you rubbed your hands. “Not hard at all.”
Frank was biting his lip chuckling, his fingers massaging his lip. He pulled you to his lap, kissing you harder, his hands falling to your ass. Your hands run through his dark hair, his stubble pricking your face. You moaned from the contact, Matt’s enhanced senses making the sound echo in his head. He hesitated but his groin turned to the noises you made. Frank’s lips fall to your neck, nibbling on the skin eliciting more lewd noises from you.
“See this red?” he said. “This little slut likes it.”
“Play with his ear, he likes it,” Matt ordered. Frank hadn’t known that.
“He also likes it when I do this,” he pinches your nipples, and you shudder from the slight pain. The two men didn’t know that you had experiences of having sex with them on different occasions. “So you’re a little whore huh, you do this to all of your clients?”
“No—,” you gasped. “Just you two.”
Matt chuckled. Frank had set you on his lap so that you were facing Matt, his hands playing with both of your nipples as he left purple hickeys all over your neck. Matt had knelt in front of you palming your growing erection. The ache in your groin grows from the lack of release. Tonight these men offer you more pain and suffering but in ways that elicit nothing but pleasure.
He takes your trousers off leaving you with nothing but your shirt, finally something to ease the pain. Matt stood to open his pants, his thick cock standing tall, the hairs neatly trimmed. “Take his dick inside your mouth,” Frank whispered, while he stretched your legs open so his fingers could tease your hole. He took his fingers to your mouth making it wet.
Matt’s hands ran through your hair, his tip teasing your swollen lips. As you took his length into your mouth, Frank's finger entered your hole curling inside drawing out muffled sounds from your mouth. You were quickly bent over by Frank, his head in between your ass cheeks licking and fingering your hole, while your head was bobbing up and down on Matt’s cock.
Frank smacked your ass so hard it left a red print as he continued to toy with your rear. Matt groaned as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Frank pulled you back with your hair, popping Matt’s cock out with a string of saliva. It was painful the way they carried you, but in some sick twist of events, it turned you on even more.
“My turn,” Frank said, as he takes your mouth to his sex, you engulf his thick uncut cock, your nose hitting his unkempt hair taking in his scent. Matt bent down to toy with your hole, curling and stretching two fingers inside you stimulating your prostate. You were turning your lips as you sucked on Frank’s cock, a hoarse groan leaving his mouth as he grabbed onto your hair tightly.
Matt stroked your cock as he moaned, eating you out with his wet tongue and playing with the rim of your hole. Frank took control of your mouth, fucking into it like you’re his sex toy, his cocking hitting the roof of your mouth at a constant speed. Frank could feel his climax coming so he pulls out leaving you a wet mess next to Matt.
“Can I fuck you?” Matt asked. You nod, taking them into your bedroom.
Frank undressed and took a seat on the small sofa chair in the corner of the room, stroking his hard cock. You were on all fours on the bed, facing Frank. His eyes glued to you as he stroked. Matt lubes your hole before slowly pressing his cock into your hole. You gasped as he sheathed into you. Frank smirked, this turned him on even more, his large arms contracting as he stroked his cock.
Matt started to fuck you slowly, his hips slapping your ass. He started to let out guttural moans, his hips becoming rigid as he gripped onto your waist, his nails digging into your skin. He bends down to kiss your neck, rutting into you, his hard thrusts ramming into you. “I’m close,” he moaned. He jerks your cock to the point that you yelp out, cum shooting out of your cock as he continues to jerk his hips before he emptied inside you, a deep groan leaving his lips as his cum fills you. You two collapsed on the bed, his body weight on top of you.
“Move over Red,” Frank said, looming over you as Matt moves over before Frank mounts you. Matt’s cum formed a slippery lube that made Frank’s cock ease its way as it thrusts. Your body was still weak from your high. He grabs onto your hair as he ruts into you, continuing his hard pace against your body. “You like that?” he said, stroking your sore cock back to hardness.
“Ye–yes, fuck,” you moaned.
Matt was at the edge of the bed, soothing your hair as he peppered kisses all over your face. The bed creaked as Frank humped you, veins popping across his arms as his grip on you tightened, you’re sure it would leave marks. He pulled out, leaving you to gasp from the sudden lack of fullness. He sits back on the headboard of your bed, legs sprawled as he gestures for you to ride him. You mount yourself on his hardness, sitting on his thick and hairy thighs. Matt sits on the edge of the bed, his erection coming back from the sight of you two.
“Take it like a good boy,” Frank praises. You hold onto his chest as you feel the hardness enter you, some of Matt’s cum leaking out. You take Frank’s lips, you now realize how abrasive his stubble was. You move your hips around and around, Frank lets out curses here and there. He pulls your head back, littering your neck with more marks, his fingers find your nipples, teasing them to draw out more moans from you.
Franks sees Matt on the side, his hard already leaking precum just from watching you take Frank’s cock. He calls for Matt to come to you two, to join back in. You feel Matt’s fingertips on your skin, your body is now so filled with stimulation, his mere touch driving you wild. You feel his erection on your back, his lips attached to your shoulders. He takes his leaking cock and presses into your hole, the size alongside Frank’s was a tight fit, your breathing quickens from all the pressure. The two men made sure to guide you and praise you as you take both of their lengths.
You cry out from the sensation. Frank takes your lips to stifle your cries, tears fall from your eyes as your tongues touch, and Matt inches to join your kiss. The three of you kiss into the pain, The two men slowly moving inside you. The pressure was so intense but the arousal overcame, your sex was so hard, leaking so much into Frank’s abdomen. They start to thrust, Matt could feel his sensitive frenulum rub on Frank’s, it made his eyes roll back, his senses overflowing.
All of you reeked of sex, the sounds of slapping skin and wet tongues fighting for dominance against the grunts and moans. The constant rocking was making the bed hit the wall, the mattress moved as if there were an earthquake. You were all covered in sweat, hair sticking onto skin, Hands gripping the wooden headboard, fingertips roaming skin, and tongues lashing on each other.
Everything felt like a blur to you, you were being rocked back and forth like a playground swing, your core sore from the fucking, and there were pairs of hands all over you touching your most sensitive spots. You could feel the climax, creeping into your body tingling your coccyx to the highest peak of your spine. You felt their erratic thrusts, Frank was a groaning mess under you, his neck all red and his face flushed. Matt was a noisy mess on your ear, cursing and calling your name like a prayer, his arm wrapped around your waist as he fucked.
You were at your peak, arousal overflowed from your body into theirs. Their cum filling into you. You all yelped out in pleasure as you rode your highs. Frank dug his hands into your thighs as Matt hid his forehead on your shoulder, rutting their fill into you. The next few minutes came to you in flashing lights, like fireworks spraying colored lights all over the room.
You woke up the next day to two heavy bodies at your sides. Matt’s arms around your waist with your head resting on Frank’s chest. All of you reeked of sweat and cum. As you turned you saw Matt’s eyes flutter, his long lashes flicking as his golden eyes beamed under the sunlight.
“Sorry about last night,” he whispered.
“Why? I had fun,” you said, peppering kisses all over his cheeks.
“You sure?” he said, as he rubbed his thumbs on your cheeks.
“Pretty sore but nothing a pain reliever won’t fix,” you said.
“I guess you’re right, making out fixes everything,” Frank said, his voice deeper. He joins you and Matt, pressing kisses all over your shoulders. Matt takes this as a sign to kiss you all over your neck, their hands snaking all over your body. “What’s good for breakfast around here?” Frank said in between kisses.
“There’s a good diner across the street,” Matt said, leaving soothing kisses on the marks they left on your neck. Your body was so sore and painful, but these men made sure to make it up to you. You woke up last night to them cleaning you up, Matt wiping you with a damp cloth and Frank rummaging through your closet to grab something for you to wear. Despite their rough lifestyles, they made sure you were taken care of. Maybe a little less pain and suffering next time though.
“But first,” you said, pulling away from them.” Shower.”
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Frank Castle X Reader: Bloody savior
Explicit content ahead (mdni)
Warning: Shower sex, breeding kink (lightly), smut, kissing, creampie, penetration (p in v), size difference, mentions of masturbation, sexual fantasies, use of 'sir', description of killing, blood, death, fighting, use of weapons, cruising.
Summary: Frank got caught and you came to the rescue. When getting cleaned up smut ensues
Word count: 4K
You had this look in your eyes. A manic kind of look. Like a hungry animal who’d just caught a whiff of blood for the first time in weeks. Castle knew that look. He was familiar with it. He had it when he’d been in Afghanistan and he’d brought it back home with him. He could put it away, ignore the hunger for a while but whether he liked it or not it was always there in the back of his mind. In Frank the hunger was fueled by revenge. Ever since what happened with his family it seemed that the hunger had become insatiable. He’d learned to live with it. Learned to control it. But every once in a while it’d break free and hell would break loose. You’d come into Frank's life as a pleasant surprise, an ally, a friend and eventually a partner. You were different in various aspects but the thing that tied you to each other was your desire to make things right. Whatever it took. You didn’t have training like Frank, you’d never served but you knew your way around a gun. Your dad had made sure of that. Because of this you knew how to keep up with Castle. Knew how to clean your weapons, keep them nice and polished but most importantly you knew how to use them when the time came. You were a hell of a good shot, not better than Frank but then again few were more capable at warfare then him. He lived off it, thrived in the chaos. You only chose violence when there was no other way.
They had left you with no other choice.
The minute Frank didn’t return from his stakeout you knew something was wrong. Knew they got to him somehow. Nearly no one knew he was alive and the ones who did were set on making sure he wouldn’t see another day. That meant you were his only chance, and by god were you going to make sure you got him out alive.
With Lebiermans help you managed to find Frank's possible location and made your way to it. Once you surveyed the area, taking note of possible exits in the building. You managed to sneak into the second floor deck moving quickly as you tried to pinpoint where they were keeping Frank. You had expected them to be holding somewhere underground, that would have been the smart choice, but to your surprise they had him in one of the upper bedrooms, the one with a bigass window. It was too risky to simply break the glass and jump in. The noise would attract to much unwanted attention and by what you had managed to see Frank seemed to be passed out in the chair he’d been tied to.YOu wondered how these fools had gotten a jump on Frank when you remembered he’d been injured in your last mission and hadn’t had the proper time to heal completely.
Fucking cowards.
You gritted your teeth as you tried to figure out a way into the room that would make you have to deal with too many people. Just as you were about to make a move the door to the room opened. You ducked down, getting into a position that allowed you to see what was happening while at the same time not letting yourself be seen. You watched as a large man made his way towards Frank, followed by two buff men carrying guns. The large man, who you believed to be the leader of the gang, got to Frank and slapped him hard in the face. Frank flinched awake, his body moving against his restraints. You couldn’t hear what they were saying through the glass but it wasn’t hard to understand what was going on. They were trying to pull information out of Frank but he wasn’t talking. You watched Frank's features seeing them twist into his signature snarl. You hesitated for a moment, maybe it would be best to let Frank handle these three by himself and once the rest came in you’d make your entrance. The thought was gone in a matter of seconds. The leader had pulled out a knife cutting the once almost healed wound in Frank's shoulder. Frank's face scrunched up in pain, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Even as blood gushed down Frank's arm he refused to talk. Clearly annoyed by the lack of answers the gang leader began punching Frank. He kept hitting Frank with everything he had. The grip on your weapon tightened. You were going to make them pay for this.
Frank was used to pain. He’d learned to live with it. Even so the blood he was losing was making his head spin and the constante plowing he was receiving was causing his brain to hurt. He should be trying to get out of his chains. Should be trying to grab the knife on his enemy's hip but he couldn’t get himself to move. For a moment he wondered if this was it. After everything he was going to die in some shit house because of some idiot gang. Just as he’d begun to accept that maybe this was the end he heard shooting outside. His attacker's punch stopped in the middle of the air, his head turning towards the sound of guns firing.
“What the hell is going on out there?”
“I think someone broke in, boss.”
“That’s impossible.”
The noise of bullets was exchanged by the sound of screams. It kept growing closer. The sound of bodies falling to the ground becoming more and more consistante. Frank saw the fear in the eye of the three men before him.
“You two watch the door and don't let anyone come in until I'm done with this one.”
Frank watched as the boss turned to face him, his fist rising in the air once more when silence overtook the room. These fools had no idea what that meant. In their head the quiet meant it was over. It lulled them into a false sense of security. Made them think that they were safe. Frank knew what it meant though. It was your signature move. Make the enemy think he’d won and once they let their guard down you atack. Frank couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re dead.”
The three men turned to face him, the unexpected tranquility being replaced by fear.
“Big talk for someone strapped to a chair.”
“I’m not the one you should be afraid of.”
The moment the words left his mouth the door of the room blew off its hinges.
You wasted no time the second your eyes caught onto one of them you ponced. You latched onto one of the men slitting his throat with ease. The other lackey started to fire at you but his gun jammed. You looked at him, a smile gracing your features as you raced toward him pushing him into the wall before head bumping him and sticking your blade into his neck. His body slumped to the ground, blood gushing from his wound as you pushed your knife deeper. You snapped your head in Frank's direction, eyes falling on the boss. He was a big man. Larger than you but he was unarmed and you were fueled by an abnormal amount of adrenaline. You could take him. You moved like a cat, twisting your blade in your palm as you waited for your prey to move. You glanced at Frank upon noticing how beat up he looked your shoulders sagged a bit. Your pity quickly turned to rage, a scream leaving your lips as you charged at the larger man. He grabbed you with ease pushing you against a wall and hitting you in the chest. You went to move your hand to stab him in the stomach but he grabbed your arm before you could get a good angle. He hit your hand against the wall causing you to release your weapon. You bit into your lip to the point that it drew blood. You had been backed into a corner and you hated the feeling.
“Not so tough now hum?”
You spit onto the man's face watching anger appear on his face.
“You little bitch.”
His hands wound around your throat cutting off your ability to breath. YOu kicked at his legs trying to get him off you. Frank struggled against his chains as he tried to get to you.
“Hey! Let her go, she's got nothing to do with this!”
“Ah you like this one do you Frank?”
“Just let her go and I'll tell you what you want.”
“She killed my men. No way I'm letting her live.”
Your face was starting to turn red due to the lack of air but you kept fighting against the man's grip. You placed your hands against his stomach trying to push him off. Your hand skimmed at the handle of the knife near his hip, fingers trying to grab it while you could. You looked at Frank trying to tell him your plan without speaking. He got the message giving you a nod as he started talking, just spewing random shit out of his mouth to distract your attacker. When Frank mentioned the man's family his hands slacked ever so slightly allowing you to get a grip on his weapon. Before he could even notice what had happened you stabbed him in the stomach. He turned to look at you, his face contorting in pain as he stumbled away from you. You fell to the ground gasping for air. You couldn’t hear anything anymore except for the dull thud of your heartbeat. You rose from the ground charging at the man once more. Since he was hurt you managed to knock him down much easier then last time. YOu straddled his hips, filling your eyes as you stared down at the man. YOu raised your hand and stabbed him in the neck. You repeated the action over and over again, a scream leaving your throat with every stab. You knew he was dead. Could see the lack of life in his eyes but you couldn't stop yourself from plunging your blade into his body. Frank called out your name causing you to look at him. He took in your appearance. You were covered in blood. Your hair had turned red due to the amount that covered you. When he looked at your eyes he wasn't greeted by their usual warmth. You were looking at him like a rabid animal, your hands latched onto your weapon for dear life.
“It’s over. He’s dead.”
You glanced at the man beneath you before turning to look back at Frank. When your eyes fell on Frank's face they softened a bit. You rose from where you were making your way to Frank. He watched you come to him, his body relaxing once he realized you’d weren’t looking at him like he was a piece of meat anymore. You kneeled in front of him picking the locks on his chain before looking up at him. You placed a hand on his face. Frank watched you look up at him with your eyes full of love before falling onto the blood on your hand. Your eyes widened as you looked down at yourself seeing the damage you’d caused for the first time. You moved your hand away from Frank trying to scrub the blood of your palms despair gracing your features as you failed to remove the red tint. Frank could tell you were starting to panic. You weren’t used to this much killing, especially not by yourself.
“Hey it’s okay. Look at me.
You looked at Frank with lost eyes. It seemed like you’d just woken up from a daze. Frank got up from his chair pulling you off the ground before wrapping you in his embrace.
“Shhh it’s alright. It’s over. Let's go home.”
You stumbled into your apartment removing your boots before making your way to the bathroom. Frank followed behind grabbing a towel on the way. You sat on top of the toilet as Frank turned on the water to fill up the tub. You stripped your clothes, throwing them in a plastic bag before sinking into the warm water. Frank kneeled down soaking a sponge in the water and beginning to clean you up. You let him do what he needed sitting still as he washed the blood off your body. Perhaps it should have been weird, this was the first time he was seeing you naked yet for some reason this felt normal.
“How’s your arm?”
“It will heal.”
“It was almost healed already.”
Frank heard the anger in your tone. He looked up at your face, finding you staring at his bare shoulder. There was a twinge of guilt in your expression.
“Hey. This is not your fault.”
“I should have been quicker. Should have broken the window and just jumped in. Dragged you outside.”
“Would have called too much attention.”
“Right cause killing all of them won’t.”
“They were drug dealers and gangsters. No one will care, trust me I know.”
You closed your eyes, sighing as Frank moved the sponge against your back. He watched as your shoulders sagged, finally calming down. You’d gone bat shit back there because they had hurt him. Frank didn’t have a lot of people who would risk themselves like that for him. He appreciated it.
“You’re gonna need to turn on the shower to wash your hair. There is too much blood.”
Frank got up to leave but you grabbed his wrist. He turned to look down at you.
“You need a shower too.”
“Once you’re done I'll clean up.”
“We could share.”
Frank's breath hitched at the sound of your voice.
“You sure you’d be comfortable with that?”
You let out a laugh.
“Ever the gentleman Frank.”
You rose out of the water crossing your arms in front of your bare chest. Frank's eyes never left your face but he wouldn’t lie that he was tempted.
“I’m covered in the blood of people I killed for you. Pretty sure I can handle seeing you naked.”
You grinned at Frank's shocked expression. You always did like making him flustered. Frank mulled it over in his head for a moment before beginning to remove his clothes. His arm burned as he tried to remove his shirt.
“Here let me help.”
You stepped out of the tub moving closer to Frank so that you could reach the edge of his shirt.
“Raise your arms.”
Frank did what you asked, allowing you to remove his bloodied shirt from his body. A small gasp left your lips when your eyes fell onto the new wound fingers moving over it softly.
“Doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches but we might have to bandage you up.”
“Okay.”
“Need help with your pants too?”
“Nah i got them. You can turn on the water.”
You nodded, turning around to face the shower. The shower head sprang to life in a matter of seconds. You put out your hand to see if the temperature was good.
“I think it's warm eno-”
The words died on your lips as you looked at Frank's naked frame. You shouldn’t have been surprised. You’d seen him without his shirt before and the way he was built didn’t leave much to the imagination but good lord he was big. Frank flushed under your gaze, his eyes running over your body as you stared at him.
“Like what you see?”
Your eyes snapped up to Frank's face, a blush growing in your cheeks once you realized he saw you checking him out.
“I know I do.”
Ah fuck, why did he have to sound like that? Mustering all of your self restraint you moved into the shower glancing as Frank as you threw your head back under the water.
“You gonna stare or you gonna join me?”
Frank let out a grin moving to get into the shower. Once he was inside he pulled the curtain close, blocking out the outside world. The two of you stared at each other for a while trying to figure out how to go about this. You made the first move, pulling Frank's hand with your and placing it on your hip.
“You’re too far away. The water is not even getting on you.”
“That’s why you want me closer? So the water gets to me?”
There was a playful tone in Frank's voice causing you to relax a bit.
“It doesn't make kissing you much easier either.”
“Oh well if you wanted a kiss all you had to do was ask.”
Frank leaned down, closing the distance between your lips. It started off soft. The two of you explored the feeling of each other's lips but soon things got more intense. You bite into Frank's lips making him groan against your lips, his hands pulling you closer to him. Your breasts came in contact with his chest, nipples running against his skin and making you whimper against him. Frank loved the sounds coming out of you. It’d been a while since he’d had sex. He’d forgotten how good it was to hear the sound of someone's pleasure. You pulled away from Frank, ignoring him pout as you turned around. You pushed your ass up against Frank's dick listening to him groan as you rubbed yourself against him. His hands made their way to your hips guiding your movements.
“Shit. There you go, attagirl.”
You pushed your hands off the wall, your back making contact with Frank's chest as you pulled his hands away from your hip and guided them to cup your breast. He leaned down to kiss your neck, his fingers playing with your nipples as he rutted against you. You moaned at the feeling of his hard dick on your ass.
“I need you Frank, please.”
“Are you sure you're wet enough?”
You almost laughed at the question. You knew he meant if your pussy was wet anough but considering he was about to fuck you in the shower it was a funny thing to ask.
“Let me show you.”
You dragged one of his hands to your folds, allowing him to feel how wet you were. He let out a growl as he pushed a digit into your cunt.
“Dirty girl.”
“This is the cleanest I've been all afternoon, Frank.”
He laughed at your words moving to grab your chin.
“You and that mouth of yours.”
“I bet you love my mouth.”
“Oh I do.”
“You imagine it much? Me going down on you, I mean.”
The truth is that he did. Whenever he couldn’t sleep at night and the books didn’t help he’d close his eyes and think of you. It started off innocently: the sound of your laugh, the way you scrunch your nose when you were angry with him, the sound of your voice when you called his name. But soon those images turned into you on your knees before him gaging as you tried to take all of him in your mouth. Whenever the two of you slept near each other he feared he’d have a wet dream about you and ruin everything.
“I do.”
Frank had been so focused on remembering that he’d forgotten to answer you. You didn’t mind though your head leaned back on his chest as you talked.
“Evrytime you come back from a mission I get turned on. I don’t know what it is but something about the way you walk in. Chest puffed out hands bundled into fists. Something about this glow you get after a mission. It makes you, like, ten times hotter than average. Which is saying a lot because you're pretty damn hot.”
Frank placed another finger inside your cunt moving them in and out slowly. You gasped, mouth falling open at the feeling.
“What do I do? When you imagen me.”
“Ah-shit-uh loads of stuff. Sometimes you finger me until I can't talk. Or you’ll go down on me for hours. My favorites when you fuck me though. I imagen you let out the prettiest fucking sounds.”
“Ah fuck baby. Why’s that?”
“You moan when you’re in pain. I bet the sounds you make when you feel good are just as loud.”
“You wanna find out?”
“Please Frank. I’m ready, fill me up.”
Frank flipped you around, backing you up against the wall before pulling your leg to the side. He hesitated for a moment worried that he’d hurt you. You were smaller than him by a bit and from this angle you look smaller than normal.
“Hey, look at me.”
Frank met your gaze. You pulled him in for a kiss resting your forehead against his.
“You’d never hurt me. I trust you Frank. Go ahead.”
“If you need me to stop or slow down you tell me okay?”
“Okay.”
Frank groaned as he pushed his head into your cunt. You threw your head back, hands latching onto Frank's shoulders as he pushed in. Frank groaned against you taking deep breaths as he felt your pussy clench around him.
“You keep doing that, I'll cum.”
“Isn't that-ugh-the point.”
“I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
“Don’t worry we have time for another round if we need it.”
The idea of this becoming a regular occurrence did something to Frank's head. He plunged the rest of his dick into you, his hands keeping you still as you moaned in ecstasy.
“Tell me when to move.”
“Move Frank! For the love of god move.”
Frank started thrusting into you with a force you’d only seen him use when he was in a fight. Your nails dug into Frank's skin so harshly you wouldn’t be surprised if you drew blood. You were right about Frank being vocal. He was groaning and whimpering against your neck as he thrusted against you which only made you wetter.
“Frank, I'm gonna cum.”
“Just a bit more, hold it a little okay? Think you can do that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Attagirl.”
Frank's speed got faster, his hand releasing your hip as he made his way to your pussy, his finger finding your clit as he continued his movements.
“Come on baby come on.”
“Ah shit-ugh.”
“Let go baby let go.”
Frank gave a particularly rough thrust and you were seeing stars. You screamed out Frank's name as you came your head leaning against his shoulder as you came down from your high.
“Attagirl.”
YOu could tell Frank was close by the way his dick twitched inside you. You placed your hand against his cheek placing a kiss on his lips.
“Fill me up Frank come on. Fill me up with your cum.”
“You on the-”
“No, want you to fill me up. Want you to breed me.”
It was a shot in the dark. You weren’t sure if this would kill the mood or not. Franks family was an odd topic but something told you that he liked the idea of fucking his cum into someone until it took. You were glad you took the risk because right as you uttered the words Frank started cumming. As you felt his cum going down your thighs you felt kind of bad for lying to him about not being on the pill. You knew he’d understand though. The life you lead had no space for children. Frank knew that well.
Frank pulled out of you. You whimpered at the sudden lack of his presence inside you. He leaned down pulling your chin up so he could kiss you. His hands weaved inside your hair making him remember why you’d gotten into the shower in the first place.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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Play Time (Matt Murdock x f!Reader x Frank Castle)
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A/N: Hiii! Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy! A part 2 will definitely be coming soon because this one ends sort of abruptly??? It was already over 3,000 words and I didn’t want to make it too long lol. Not beta read and written in various hospital chairs so bear with me here.
Request: Hiiiii! Can I do a request where it's matt x reader x frank. Matt comes home to his wife is in their shower with Frank (her other partner). Frank didn't know that reader wasn't allowed any play time until Matt got home.
(Part 2)
Summary: Matt tells Reader that she can't have playtime until he gets home, but Frank doesn't know that. When Matt comes home early and finds Frank inbetween Reader's legs, she gets punished by both of them.
(Warnings: hello so much smut literally buckle your seatbelts, dom!frank, dom!!!!matt, brat!reader, spanking, oral (fem receiving), edging, frank is a big ole softie, Matt/Frank call reader 'Kitten')
“Oh my god, Frank.” You groaned, leaning your head back against the shower wall in a hurried motion.
“You like that, baby?” He grunted, pressing his tongue against your core with so much ferocity that you thought you might faint.
“I’m-” You stuttered, gasping as he ran his middle finger down your slick folds. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
He hummed against your core, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. A guttural moan crawled out of your throat and bounced off the walls in a faded echo. He was toying with you, but you didn’t mind. The water was so warm that steam had begun bellowing over the glass door, hugging the reflective surfaces in a soft haze.
You were so close. You could feel the beginnings of what would be an intense orgasm forming in your gut, and you clenched your toes in anticipation.
“You’re taking such good care of me.” You mewled, running your fingers through Frank’s hair.
“You’re god damn right, I am.” He grunted, and you knew you’d won him over. Frank’s favorite thing in the world was when you or Matt ran your fingers through his hair, and you knew exactly when to deploy that tactic. Normally, touching Frank without permission during sex was off limits, but he was being generous tonight, and you were soaking up as much of it as possible. He’d grant you the orgasm this time, and you were ever so thankful for his generosity.
Frank plunged his finger deep inside you as he began to nip and suck at your clit. Your legs began shaking, and your eyes rolled back as your core tightened. You were seconds, milliseconds away from coming all over Frank’s tongue when you heard the front door slam.
Oh shit.
You tensed, turning your head towards the open bathroom door. Frank paused his movement, and the pleasure of your almost-orgasm ebbed away in an anxious haze.
“It’s just Red.” Frank mumbled, watching you intently. Your eyes were wide, shifting between the doorway and the shower head.
“Fuck.” You whispered, sucking your lower lip in between your teeth. Frank’s brow furrowed, and he rose to his full height in front of you. “I’m so totally screwed. He wasn’t supposed to be back for hours.”
“What did you do?” Frank grumbled, taking your jaw in his massive hand and forcing you to look at him.
“Don’t be mad.” You started, worry evident in your expression.
“What. Did. You. Do?”
“I wasn’t supposed to have playtime until Matty got home.” You whispered in a voice that could only be described as horror-stricken.
Frank’s expression morphed from confusion into amusement, and soon he was chuckling, shaking his head at your arrogance. He softened his hold on your jaw and lowered his hand, lightly tugging you toward him by your throat. His lips grazed the curve of your ear as he spoke.
“You’re in for a long night, sweetheart.”
You balked, suddenly terrified to face the wrath of not one, but two dominating lovers. Frank didn’t appreciate being tricked, and Matt had made it abundantly clear that morning that you were not to have any fun until he got home from patrolling. When Frank had trudged through the door an hour ago, it was immediately clear that he had no idea of Matt’s rule, and you’d taken advantage of his ignorance in the worst way possible.
You knew Matt had heard everything. He’d probably homed in on your moans as soon as he was within a two-mile radius of his apartment, hence the door being slammed to announce his arrival. He was home, and he was pissed.
Your gaze drifted to the doorway. Where before there had been an empty space, lit only by the glow of a lamp, now stood the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, broad and menacing in his gear. You suddenly had a firm understanding of the fear many criminals felt when Matt interrupted their nights. Any relatively intelligent person would take one look at him and sprint in the opposite direction, but the pounding in your core amped up at the sight of him, and the smirk on his face wasn’t helping.
Frank reached around you, turning the shower off and grabbing a towel. He slid the door open and stepped out, still chuckling as he dried himself off. The cool air settled on your body, and your nipples hardened in anticipation of your punishment. They wouldn’t be gentle, and you resisted the urge to clench your thighs together at the thought of it.
“Red.” Frank acknowledged Matt with a nod of his head. “Our kitten’s been naughty.”
Matt tilted his head in response, and you got the sudden feeling that you were being scrutinized. Matt hadn’t said a word, and the longer he stayed silent, the more your core pounded between your thighs. Oh, Matty was pissed.
“So it seems.”
Matt’s voice, the Devil’s voice, was so rough that you could’ve sworn you felt it brush against the inside of your thigh as he spoke. Your knees buckled as his voice echoed around the room, and even Frank paused his movements for a moment to look at Matt. Frank couldn’t deny his attraction to Matt when he was like this, so riled up from the night of patrolling, any more than you could deny how incredibly turned on you got when he let the Devil come out to play.
You took a hesitant step out of the shower, reaching for the towel you’d laid out for yourself earlier. Matt clicked his tongue, halting your movement mid-reach. Frank snickered, leaning against the counter and looking Matt up and down. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Frank was buzzing with excitement about this. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. That would just increase the punishment tenfold.
Frank moved across the room, lightly tapping Matt’s jaw with his index finger before tugging the helmet off his head. You watched as they came to an unspoken agreement, and when Frank turned around to smirk at you, your eyes widened with unease. Frank marched out of the room, a light chuckle following him as he made his way out of sight.
It was just you and Matt now, and you wanted nothing more than to smooth the furrow in his brow.
“Matty, I-”
“Did I say you could speak?” He interrupted, clenching his fists.
“No.” You shook your head, sighing as you realized you wouldn’t be able to talk your way out of this one tonight.
“No, what?” He chided.
“No, sir.” You mumbled, clenching your thighs together.
Matt circled you, predator stalking prey, and pulled you backwards, flush against the armor of his abdomen. His hands roamed your torso, barely grazing the underside of your breasts. His teeth skimmed the skin of your neck, and you panted when you felt his desire for you digging into your back.
“What’s our safe word, darling?” He murmured, nipping at the sweet spot beneath your ear.
“Satin.” You panted, pressing yourself further into his hold. His hand trailed between the valley of your breasts, up across your collarbone until it wrapped around your throat. He squeezed lightly, emphasizing his command.
“I want you face down on the bed. You are not, under any circumstances, going to touch yourself. Think you can do that, Kitten?”
“Yes, sir.” You responded, nodding eagerly at the thought of him pounding into you. He released his hold on you, turning as he began removing his armor piece by piece. You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and tried not to drool when his muscles came into view.
“Thirty seconds.” He grunted, unzipping his pants. You snapped into action, hurrying out the door and onto the bed.
Frank was sitting in an armchair across the room, relaxed in a way that only made you more eager to feel him inside of you. His head was leaning against the wall behind him, and his hands were clasped on his stomach. His legs, large and muscular, were stretched out in front of him. He was a poster child for peace, and it made you antsy. You weren’t expecting him to let you off so easy.
He had pulled a pair of sweatpants on, but his upper half remained bare. You didn’t know how you’d gotten so lucky with your partners. Both were incredibly strong, chiseled as if they were sculpted by the Gods, and you couldn’t get enough of simply looking at them, let alone getting to love them.
You crawled up the bed on your hands and knees, settling yourself on the soft comforter. You crossed your ankles and rested your chin on your folded arms, sighing as your body sunk into the mattress. A small smile rested on Frank’s face as he intensely watched you make yourself comfortable, and a sense of unease passed over you.
“Do you think he’ll go easy on me?” You asked, blinking at Frank with doe-like eyes. Any other night, a glance like that one would’ve driven Frank to the point of fucking you sideways, but tonight, he barely acknowledged your question. His grin widened, and you would be lying if you said your pussy wasn’t throbbing to the point of aching. Whatever they had in store for you, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk properly in the morning.
“Frank,” you whined, shifting your weight so that the comforter would rub against your core, “I need you.” A spark of pleasure rushed through your body as you continued to rut against the comforter, and you could tell you were already soaking through the material. Frank hazily blinked at you, watching your hips with an intensity that would frighten most people. He loudly sighed, chuckling and shaking his head as he looked directly over your shoulder.
You froze. He had to be looking at-
“What are we going to do with you, Kitten? You can’t follow simple instructions?”
Matt was a looming presence behind you, and you couldn’t resist the urge to talk back, even though you weren’t particularly in a position to do so.
“You told me not to touch myself. I wasn’t touching myself.” You mumbled, small smirk playing on your lips.
It was the wrong thing to say, of course, and the thrill that coursed through your veins when Matt flipped you over and furiously tugged you towards him was almost enough to make you come.
“You are such a brat.” He muttered, clutching your throat in his hand. He tugged on the ends of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Is this what you want? To be punished by us?”
Your eyes flicked over towards Frank, who was now leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze had morphed from hazy to pure lust, and the primal urge to jump into his arms and let him fuck you into next week was a keen reminder of the pounding in your core.
You shifted your weight, leaning forward so that your position mimicked one of a begging lover.
“Yes, please, sir. I deserve it.”
Matt wasn’t a monster. If you wanted to be punished, he would indulge you for as long as you could take it. He tilted his head towards Frank, who was already reaching for the belt he had discarded earlier in the evening. His fingers lightly grazed your cheekbones, and he couldn’t help but run his thumb along your lower lip. You parted your lips slightly, allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth.
“You gonna take it like a good girl?” Matt asked, barely managing to conceal his groan when you started sucking on his finger.
“Don’t get distracted, Red. She’s a god damned seductress.”
Frank’s voice carried across the room, and you glared daggers at him when Matt suddenly pulled his hand away from your mouth. You had almost managed to make Matt forget why he was angry, and if Frank wasn’t so ticked off that you’d tricked him, he might’ve let you get away with it.
“You know what to do, Kitten.” Matt muttered.
You jumped from your spot on the bed, hurrying toward Frank, who had opened his arm in welcome. You crawled into Frank’s lap, leaning your upper body across the arm of the chair. Your ass and legs were seductively draped across Frank’s lap, and it didn’t take long for Frank to swing his hand down, smacking the back of your thigh with a loud clap.
You yelped, whining as pleasure snaked up your body. The jingle of the belt buckle in Matt’s hands had your toes curling in anticipation.
The first slap of the belt against your skin was light, almost like a test swing. You bucked against Frank, panting. The second one stung, and you couldn’t help the loud moan you let out in response. The third had heat curling in your core so tightly that you thought you may burst.
A pressure along your thighs had you whining, and before you could comprehend what or who was playing with you, the slap of the belt on your ass combined with the plunging of Frank’s fingers deep inside of you had you gasping for air.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” Frank grunted, teasing you with long, slow strokes of his finger. “Feel how wet our kitten is, Red.”
Frank pulled his hand away from your entrance, running his fingers along the back of your thigh. Matt lightly grazed your ass with his hand, careful not to irritate the raised welts that the belt had produced. He teased your entrance, sucking in a harsh breath when he felt just how slick your cunt was.
“Fuck, Kitten. It’s almost like you wanted this to happen.”
You turned your head, eyes wide as Frank and Matt realized how terribly they’d fallen for your little game. Of course, you had wanted this to happen. When Matt had warned you not to play until he got home, you had accepted it as a dare to get caught.
“Temptress.” Frank muttered.
Matt didn’t say anything. Instead, he plunged two fingers into you and pumped them in and out so rapidly that you could barely breathe. You gasped, letting out a strangled moan as he fucked you with his fingers. Your arms flailed, grabbing at anything you could hold on to, which ended up being Frank’s shoulder.
“Take it, sweetheart.” Frank murmured, holding your legs down as you moaned in pleasure. Your core had been so tightly wound after the hours of temptation that it didn’t take long for the familiar feeling of heat to spark. You squeezed your eyes shut, panting with anticipation. You were so close, so close, and then Matt’s hand was gone, and you let out the most pathetic whine you’d ever managed.
“Matty.” You sobbed, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Matt circled your limp body, still draped across Frank’s lap, and crouched in front of you. The few tears that had escaped at your delayed orgasm were wiped away as Matt caressed your face.
“What’s the matter, Kitten?” He cooed, clicking his tongue in response to your garbled whine.
“Please.” You mumbled, glancing up at him.
“Do you think she deserves to come?” Matt asked, turning his attention to Frank. “Or should we keep edging her?”
“You know how I feel about giving her what she wants.” Frank mumbled, and you couldn’t help the smirk that encompassed your face. Frank could be as brutal and dominating as Matt, but he was always the first one to crack when you started begging. He would always give you what you wanted.
“Lay on the bed, Kitten. We’re going to take good care of you.” Matt pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, and you sighed in contentment when he pushed your hair out of your face.
You pushed yourself out of Frank’s lap and made your way back to the bed on wobbly legs. You flopped down on your back, glancing towards Matt and Frank as they exchanged low whispers. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Matt’s hand had begun caressing Frank’s abdomen in smooth strokes, circling lower until he reached the waistline of his sweatpants.
Frank nodded, agreeing with whatever Matt had suggested, and flopped down on the bed next to you. As soon as he began touching you, the fire that had been stomped out moments before slowly rekindled. You trembled with desire as his hand swept over your collarbone and lightly wrapped around your throat. He tilted your head toward him and finally brought his lips to yours in a lustful kiss.
You moaned into Frank’s mouth, which fueled his passion even more. He wrapped his hand around your jaw, effectively gaining control of your head movement, and shoved his tongue against yours. You vaguely wondered where Matt had disappeared to, but you didn’t wonder for long. A slow, sensual lick between your folds told you exactly where he’d situated himself, and you couldn’t help but whine.
Something you’d learned early on with Matt was how incredibly talented he was at everything he tried. Eating pussy was no different. Matthew Murdock ate pussy like it was his last meal on Earth, and you’d grown extremely fond of this attribute.
Your legs began to shake as Matt assaulted your cunt with his mouth. He licked, sucked, and spit with a ferocity only he could accomplish, and soon you were panting and whining so much that Frank lowered his attention to your breasts.
As soon as Frank’s lips wrapped around your nipple, you were a goner. You arched into both men’s mouths as a white flash of heat overtook your body. A loud moan escaped your throat, one that Matt matched as he continued to lick your cunt, which sent you into an oversensitive haze. Your heart thundered against your ribs, and it felt like an eternity before you could breathe again.
When you finally opened your eyes, desire once again buried itself deep in your core. The lower half of Matt’s face was slick with your arousal, and Frank was eyeing you with a lustful gaze. Both were rock hard, and you suddenly felt like you might die if you didn’t have them inside of you soon.
“I want-” you panted, losing the second half of your sentence. Frank leaned his cheek into your hand while Matt ran his hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion.
“What do you want, Kitten?” Frank cooed, kissing your palm.
“I want you. Both of you.”
Frank smirked, cupping your cunt with his massive hand. You jumped with oversensitivity but spread your legs wider anyway. “All you had to do was ask, Kitten.”
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Kinktober Day 5
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Frank Castle + housewife kink
“Is this all for me?” His voice startled you, not realising he was home yet. He presses his chest to your back, hips grinding against you. You try to focus on cooking, failing as kisses his way done from your check to collarbone.
“You’re too good to make, baby girl.” His hands pushing your shirt up and off of you as you turn the stove off.
Just because you know dessert’s coming first, doesn’t mean you want to burn dinner.
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