#soft!dom frank castle
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my girl
frank castle x fem!reader
word count: 3.4k
warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI!!! mentions of alcohol consumption, roleplay-ish, exhibitionism/voyeurism, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, soft dom!frank, degradation/praise kink, “daddy” and “sir”, overstimulation, squirting, breeding kink, cockwarming if you squint, little aftercare
summary: the game: no touching allowed
A/N: omg hey 🙈 it’s been a while! but I’m back! this is pure filth and I’m not ashamed! we all know Frank Castle would talk you through it!
COMMENTS/REBLOGS/LIKES ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED AND WELCOMED <;3
DONT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY SHIT.
It was one of those nights.
The kind where you and Frank attempted to pull your heads out of your asses after a shitty week and have fun for once.
He would argue that his version of fun was only found with a gun in his hand or kevlar strapped to his chest, and he truly meant it at one point, but that was before you, his girl, and he would do anything for his girl— even if it meant indulging you in your own fanatical definition of entertainment.
Your idea of fun, however, was a shitty dive bar that smelled like stale beer, wearing skimpy dresses that you found in adult stores, and pretending like you had never seen Frank a day in your life, imagining he was some hot shot trying to show you a good time.
It started off as a game. Frank didn’t get it at first, struggling with the idea that “pretending” wasn’t lying, it’s not lying, Frank. I still love you. It’s just a game, you have to convince me to come back home with you, but eventually it became a different challenge entirely— it was now healthy competition between the two of you, seeing who could last the longest without touching one another.
And it was one of those nights where you played dirty.
Wearing nothing but a silk slip that left nothing to the imagination and crotchless panties, you expertly navigated around the bar while the music bewitched you, leading you in different directions and drawing men towards your magnetic pull.
It didn’t take much for men to pay attention to you. You knew that, but more importantly, Frank knew that, and he was painfully aware of how alluring you were.
It was all fair game, and he let you have your fun, only finding comfort in knowing that he was the only one who could shove his face into your chest and cunt. That he was the only one that would take you home and pull moans out of you like it was his job. That he was the only one who could bury and empty himself into you and you would take all of it, because you were his girl.
Frank was more possessive than he led on, but it was the only consolation he had while playing your game. He ignored the few stray women that eventually found their way to him with ease. He didn’t enjoy their attention, it almost disgusted him, but he did appreciate the way your jealousy manifested itself.
You knew it was a game, that the blonde woman meant nothing to him, but the jealousy turned you into something else completely.
The envy mixed into the final swig of your drink and went down easily as it burned the back of your throat. The liquid courage warmed you enough to move, and you shuffled down from your perched stool with a fire stirring in your belly.
It wasn’t your fault that your purse conveniently fell from your shoulder, or the way your dress rose above your ass when you bent over to retrieve it, revealing your crotchless panties to the patrons of the bar. It also wasn’t your fault for the dog whistles that pierced through the music, the droopy eyed stares, or the coughing fit that Frank fell victim to as he choked on his beer.
You could practically taste victory, unable to hide the smirk that plastered against your cheeks as you collected your belongings, turning to face him. The win, however, was short lived, and your face fell when you caught his eye, unable to read his darkened expression.
Whether it was the churning alcohol or growing need between your thighs, you found the confidence to hold his gaze, paying attention to the way he slammed his beer back.
Fuck.
The game was over, that much was clear, and your heart hammered against your chest. Maybe you had gone too far this time. Maybe the panties were too much. Maybe he would understand if you apologized and forfeited this time. Maybe—
Fuck.
For a moment, you swore you faced the Punisher. He grew in size and stature, towering over you as he straightened, the random woman falling off of him in return. He was unreadable, almost threatening, but his façade flickered as he subtly nodded towards the door.
Fuck.
The tension was palpable. It practically trailed your wobbly stride as you found your way out of the bar, hiccuping down your anxiety. Frank followed your lead, silently stalking behind you. His presence was looming, and the silence was baiting your wanton anticipation.
“Frank,” you broke character, turning to face him.
His stride never faltered, and he beat you to the truck. “Frank, wait.”
“Ladies first.” The truck door swung open with a creak as Frank all but pulled it from its hinges, eager to usher you into your place.
You must’ve looked uneasy, tottering on the balls of your feet, and he took note of your lip tucked between your teeth.
“It’s okay,” he reassured you with a wink, holding out his hand to help you into your seat.
Yellow street lights hid the warmth in your cheeks as you softened beneath Frank’s gentleness, and you couldn’t help but hide a smirk as you made a final attempt to claim the last word at your own game.
The hem of your dress tickled the back of your thighs as you attempted to climb into the truck, only pausing to pull the rest of your dress over your hips. It was a lousy move given the circumstances— you pretending to busy yourself while exposing your dripping cunt for anyone in the parking lot to see, but you knew it would rile him up in a way that would benefit the both of you. Eventually.
“C’mon now, sweetheart,” Frank groaned at the sight before him, his own pants growing tighter while he studied the way your core glistened.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you quipped innocently. “I’m just looking for my phone.” You spread your legs ever so slightly, silently inviting him to have his way with you.
“That right?” He drew closer with slow, deliberate steps, knowing how much you enjoy the anticipation. It was exciting, and he was so close, and you were offering yourself to him, and the act was slipping…
“Cause I thought maybe it could be in here?” You jump as your purse lands in front of your face with a thud, bouncing in the driver's seat.
“Huh,” you let out an amused chuckle before Frank fit himself against your spread legs, a small gasp escaping your lips as he pressed himself into you, his bulge hitting your clit directly. “Probably is,” you whimpered, dropping your head as a silent thanks to the truck for providing a welcomed new height and angle.
“Probably is?” He questioned, his voice startling as his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. He’s careful not to kiss you fully, not wanting to break the rules of your game, and he forces his arms to land on either side of you, caging you beneath him.
You felt his chest heave against your back and you smile to yourself, relishing in your ability to unravel the Punisher, but the victory is short lived; he unfurls himself from your bent form before delicately pulling your dress back down to cover your ass.
“C’mon.” His palm landed against your supple flesh and you yelped at the unexpected contact. “Let me take you home.”
“I win!” You exclaimed, nearly hitting your head on the inside of the truck.
“What?” He cocked his head to the side with a loose smile.
“I win!” You twisted in your seat to face him, your smile radiating in the dark. “You touched me first. I win.”
“Yeah, whatever.” He playfully shut the door in your face and you laugh, watching his lip curl into a smile as he fakes his own disappointment.
The door to your bedroom thudded against your weight, the doorknob rattling as you blindly maneuvered your way into your room.
“Frank,” you moaned into his mouth, pulling him impossibly close while stumbling towards your bed. The mattress dipped below your combined weight, Frank hovering over your sprawled frame.
Your hands traveled the length of his body, studying every contour of muscle like you would lose him if he pulled away. “Touch me,” you whispered, catching him by surprise.
“Aht aht,” he laughs into your neck at your demand, his lips attaching to your steady pulse. “You know the rules, babydoll. You gotta finish first before I can touch you.”
“But,” you attempt to refute your own rules.
“You wanna act like a big girl? You can make yourself cum.” He places deliberate kisses down your neck, taking extra care to suck on your delicate skin. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”
It was so patronizing, the condescension sweet and sticky and so contrasting from the way he cradled your head, stroking your hairline before planting a kiss to your temple.
“Yes sir,” you submit willingly, whining when he peels himself away from you.
“Atta girl, you can do it,” he encourages you before settling on his side, adjusting comfortably into your mattress.
His eyes widened as you lifted yourself from the bed, pulling the billowy silk off of your frame before throwing it in his direction. You played into your short-lived victory, tracing your fingertips alongside the curves of your body and cupping your breasts together, letting a moan escape as your fingers brushed your hardened nipples.
It was obvious your ministrations affected Frank, and you watched as he pulled at his jeans, clearing his throat to conceal his grunt.
As much as you loved his response to your body, you can’t help but notice the way your breath catches in your throat while you watch him palm himself through the rough denim. It was a silent invitation for you to do the same, finally realizing how agonizing the ache in between your thighs had grown.
The elastic band of your barely there panties hadn’t made it around your fingers before Frank interrupted.
“Leave 'em on,” he huffed a laugh. “Ain’t hiding shit anyway.”
Your cheeks flushed at his enthusiasm, and you sheepishly found your place on the bed, your bare back resting against the headboard. It was only then when you realized how exposed you truly were, and you pressed your thighs together for some semblance of modesty.
“What’s the matter?” he teased. “You nervous or somethin’?”
“Mhm,” you nod your head, stifling a moan when your thighs instinctively clench together, adding just enough pressure against your already sensitive clit.
“Funny,” he chuckled, “cause you sure as hell weren’t shy before.” He was right, and you knew it, your skin consequently growing warm as he spotlighted your cheap plays at winning. “So go on,” he continues, “show me how a pretty whore like you wants to be touched.”
The expletive took you by surprise, but you obeyed shamelessly. Eagerly. Spreading your legs open as an offering to the man who watched just a few feet away as your fingers dipped between your thighs, pressing gently against your clit.
“Fuck,” you moaned, your lip finding its place between your teeth.
“That feel good, sweetheart?” Frank cooed towards you, his tongue darting across his bottom lip while his eyes flash between your scrunched face and drenched fingertips.
“Yes,” you whisper.
“What was that?” He goaded.
“Yes, daddy,” you correct yourself. “Feels… so good.”
He moaned alongside you, grunting as he pulled himself out of the confines of his pants. You watched unabashedly as he spit into his palm before pumping his already weeping cock, the sight only pushing you closer towards your orgasm.
You made no attempts at hiding your pleasure.
“Fuck,” you whined, grinding your hips as your fingers circled your clit.
“There you go, that’s it,” Frank matched your pace, stroking his length as he spurred you on. “That’s my good girl, makin’ that pussy feel so good for daddy.”
“It feels so good,” your head fell against the headboard with a thud, but you hardly noticed. His gaze felt like fire creeping up your body as he studied you with anticipation. “I’m close,” you squeaked.
“Yeah? You’re doin’ so good, pretty girl,” he praised.
Your fingers worked tirelessly as you chased the familiar feeling, and you held your breath as the pressure grew.
“Attagirl, look at you. Just like that,” he bit his own lip while fisting his cock. “Be a good girl and cum for me.
“I’m gonna cum,” you croak out, too busy concentrating on the budding climax to notice the way Frank savored your rising chest and your fingers working your dripping cunt.
“That’s it, cum for daddy.”
It was overwhelming and you were unprepared for his attention, all but crying out as he expertly ran a thick finger between your folds before plunging into you. He hooked himself to your core while manually pulling your orgasm from your body, never breaking a steady rhythm.
“Fuck, don’t stop!” Your body stiffened and you held onto Frank’s forearm as your pleasure uncoiled and gushed from your core.
There was no time to process what happened or to even catch your breath; he clasped onto your ankles, pulling you closer to him before he delved into your wetness, collecting all of you on his tongue, suctioning his lips around your swollen clit.
“Frank!” you jumped at the sensitivity.
“Taste so good sweetheart,” he adjusted accordingly, continuing his languid strokes and moaning into the taste of your pussy.
You can’t help but ride out your high and grind against his tongue as he laps up the remnants of your orgasm, shuddering at each flick of his tongue against your clit.
It was too much and not enough all at the same time. He was close, but you needed him closer.
“I want you,” you reached down, pulling him to your lips. He moaned as your teeth nipped and sucked at his lower lip, savoring the taste of your arousal.
“What’s that?” He baited you, all but ripping his clothes from his body.
“I, fuck-“ you moaned as he lightly tapped his heavy cock against your swollen nub before trailing himself through your folds. “I want you, Frankie.”
“You do?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“I don’t really believe you, sweet girl,” he softened ever so slightly at the name, and you almost believed he would be merciful and indulge you, but his jaw tightened and his expression hardened in front of you. “Beg for it.”
Although deserved, it was a cruel, cruel punishment.
“I want you to fuck me,” you began, jutting your hips towards his cock sliding against you. “I want you to use me.”
He moaned at that— the way you submitted yourself to him, spreading your legs further apart to tease him into submission, waiting for him to break.
“I want you to fill me up and make me yours,” you snaked your hand between your bodies and guided his cock into your drenched cunt.
A hiss filled the room as he buried himself into you in one motion, and you groaned at the sudden sensation. He met your every need and ache, leaving you breathless and with double vision. Completely entranced by the delicious fullness.
“This what you wanted?” He growled into your ear, his body hovering over yours as he thrusted with precision. “Wanted me to use you like a good little slut?”
Your response was guttural, and you grabbed onto any part of him, pulling him in for more, more, more.
“Feels so fuckin’ good,” his lips brushed the soft curve of your neck. “Like that pussy was just made for me, ain’t that right?”
Of course it was right, every fiber of your being screamed out for him. He was insatiable, and it would never be enough.
“S-so good,” you stuttered through chattering teeth, attempting to focus your gaze on his face. “Feels so good, you feel so good.”
“God, look at you,” he cooed. “Already fucked out, huh? Have you had enough, sweetheart?”
You almost said yes; each thrust of his hips was a coordinated attack against your g spot, and you were debilitated, barely able to conjure words, let alone sentences.
“No,” you mustered. “Need you to use me, please.”
His brows creased together, your request causing him to teeter towards his own pleasure.
“You’re doin’ so good for me. Takin me like such a good girl,” he spit on his fingers before rubbing circles over your clit. “Want you to cum with me. Can you do that?”
“Mhm,” you didn’t think it was possible, but dammit you would try. You squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to draw the scattered pieces of your brain together to revel in his movements, becoming pliable in his hands.
“That’s it,” he grunted, enjoying the sight of his length disappearing into your dripping pussy. “Takin’ me so well, that’s my girl.”
You moaned at his praise, relishing in the way he claimed you both physically and verbally. He knew you were close, and you knew he was closing in on his precipice. He could feel the way you pulsed around him, beckoning his own release, and he gave into you completely.
“Cum for me, daddy.”
It came out so sweet he thought he imagined it.
“Keep talkin’ like that and I will,” he squeezed his eyes shut as if it would prolong the pleasure.
“Cum in my pussy, please. I need you.” You whimpered as you replaced his fingers with your own, chasing your own release while cupping his neck to bring his lips to yours. “So close,” you whined.
“‘Want daddy to fill that pretty pussy up, hm?” He mumbled into your open mouth.
“Yes sir.”
You were so close. It was right there.
“Be a good girl and cum with me.”
The room erupted in a cacophony of moans and you were sure flames had licked your skin. Your thighs shook against their will as your orgasm rolled over you, radiating between your bodies.
“Attagirl, there it is.” Frank admired the way your body responded to him, the way you clung to him while your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung agape. You were so beautiful sprawled out, and he gripped onto your fleshy hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
“Fuck!” He groaned into the side of your neck as you pulsed around him, his thrusts growing sloppy before he spilled into you.
There was a moment of clarity between your blissful haze where you became aware of his presence, and the incessant need to have him closer overshadowed everything.
“So good,” you cupped his face, ignoring the way his stubble tickled your palms before pressing your trembling lips to his.
“So good,” he repeated, his nose pressing into yours while your lips met. “Did so good for me.”
He carefully pulled himself from you, never breaking the kiss even as you hissed. He simply ran a large hand along your head before looking over you.
“You okay sweetheart?”
You gave a drowsy, heavy-lidded smile with a shaky thumbs up from beneath him and he chuckled before placing a chaste kiss along your sternum and settling on top of you.
The added weight was welcomed and comforted you, acting as some grounding agent to bring you back together. It was the same for Frank; he clung to you, his arms wrapping around your fleshy frame while his fingertips pressed into you, memorizing each curve and contour of your body.
You followed suit, running your fingertips along the lines of muscles and splatters of raised scars before lazily squeezing him. He hummed when you grazed your nails along his scalp and nestled into your chest accordingly.
“I’m sorry for earlier,” you sleepily confess.
“Don’t worry bout it.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Nah.” His eyes remained closed, much to your confusion.
You were quiet for a moment, not fully understanding his answer. He knew you were quizzical. He didn’t need to look at you to know your face was scrunched and your eyebrows creased while you attempted to do the mental math behind his answer.
“Ain’t mad cause you’re my girl,” he beat you to it. “Unless you got somethin’ to tell me.” You could feel his smile against your chest.
“No I don’t,” you relaxed. “I’m your girl.”
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Congratulations for your milestone! 🤩
if there's still any available slots for drabbles, can I ask for soft dom Frank with the following prompt, please: "what's the matter, love? you get nervous when i look at you like this?"
sending you love bby🤍❤️🤍
@sweetieswiftie here you are lovely, I hope it's okay, I got carried away a bit, lol!
|| Ding ding, round two ||
Frank Castle x female Reader
Rating: E for explicit 18+
Tags/warnings: trainer & student, swearing, praise kink, soft!Dom Frank, smut, mention of fingering, cunniligus, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before ya tap it!).
Your arms were beginning to feel like spaghetti noodles, knuckles and wrists like mashed jelly, and your lungs collapsing like a wet paper bag after almost an hour and a half of gruelling boxing practice. There weren't many places on your body free of sweat and you were
so. fucking. tired.
You were done.
But he wasn't.
"Nah nah, don't quit on me now girl, ten more, c'mon!
You swore into the bag as you forced yourself to land another four punches in quick succession, gasping for breath that wasn't there as you felt your body just wanting to lay down and die on the mat.
"Yeah! Attagirl, c'mon just gimme six more and your done."
"I'm...f-fucking done now Frank... jesus...shit" you panted, winding your arm back and landing a completely shit blow that glanced off the side of the bag.
"Pathetic. I know you got more in you sweetheart, don't lose your form." He sidled up next to you, lifting your elbow up from where it had dropped down. "Good. Now, six more."
You screamed as you suddenly just let loose a flurry of punches into the leather, who knew if it was six or fucking six hundred but you had your teeth grit and chest heaving, rage like a mask on your face as you stood almost growling once you had finished, fists still clenched and staring Frank down.
And he was... he was looking right back at you. But not just looking, he was outright lusting, he was drinking you up, eyes roving over every glistening inch of you as you fought to get your breath back.
"What's the matter love, you get nervous when I look at you like this?"
You swallowed what little spit you had left in your mouth. If it was anyone else had said that you'd have kicked them straight in the balls. But this was Frank.
You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about him in a non-professional way, as if he wasn't your trainer and you weren't his student. Yep, you'd be lying if you said you'd never touched yourself in the showers after practice when no-one was around, or at home in your bed, or that one time in the toilets at work because you just couldn't shake the thought of him in control of you, wrestling you down to the mat and calling you his good girl as took you apart...
"No, not nervous..." you tried to say nonchalantly, but the words squeaked out instead.
Frank walked up to the bag, up to you, stilling it in his huge hands. "Not nervous, huh?" he husked near you. "Ain't sure I believe you sweetheart."
You fidget with the loose end of your wrist wraps as you force yourself to look at him.
"Did so well for me today," he says, voice dark and molten, his praise pouring over you like warm honey. He gently takes your hand and starts unwrapping the tape, unwrapping your defenses, all you can do is stand there and let him.
"I... you don't have to do that-"
"Yea I know, but I want to. Do you want that too?" The end of wrap falls away and he's carefully massaging your knuckles and wrists, lifting your hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on your fingers. "...for me to take care of you darlin'?"
The sound of the hot shower spray on the tiles does little to mask your desperate whines as Frank buries his face between your thighs. He'd already had you cumming on his fingers, hand down your shorts right there on the mat in the empty gym after you'd nodded emphatically to his irresistible offer.
You think I don't notice the way you react when I let you know you've done a good job? So damn cute how shy ya get... yeah just like that, such a good girl...
And it didn't take long until you were pushing and pulling him into the locker room, trying to shred his and your own clothes in your need to get more of him and now.
Still got some fight in ya huh? Yeah, take it out on me darlin'.
You moaned at his mouth on your salty skin as he pulled the damp fabric of your gym kit off you, kissing, licking, sucking marks into your skin which you did your best to return. He was still clothed as he carried you into the shower stall and turned it on, chuckling as you pawed at him, grinding against the thigh he had slotted between your own.
But now he's on his knees, holding you up with those unbelievably strong arms as he licks the soul out of you. You scrunch your fingers into his long hair, and he grunts when you tug it as he does whatever it is he does with his mouth that makes you choke out a gasp. Your thighs shake as you feel yourself getting close, but the urge to have him fuck you is stronger and wins out. He looks confused and concerned as you shove him away, and also fucking hot as hell with his hair over his face, wet and curling slightly under the spray.
"You okay, want me to stop?" he asks looking up at you.
You wrench him up to stand, tugging his soaked shirt up over his abs until he peels it off, and you trail your hands over and down his chest and abs until they're tentatively brushing over his tented shorts.
"No, don't stop... I just need- I can't wait..." you just want him to ruin you.
He tips your chin up with a finger. "You want me to fuck you baby?"
You nod and lick your lips, closing your hand around his cock.
"Mm, anything for you princess," he drawls, dropping and kicking off his shorts and pressing you up against the tiled wall. You hike a leg up and he runs the tip of his cock through your folds. You grip the back of his neck, staring him straight in the eye as he pushes insanely slowly inside. A long satisfied moan spills from your lips as he fills you. God he feels so good, so much better than you'd dreamed.
"Like that? This what you wanted babygirl? I've been thinkin' bout this since the first time I laid eyes on you."
You didn't even realise you'd said it out loud but you were glad you did, the way he was holding you up, his head tucked in against your neck as he moved inside you. Yes, he might have been fucking you up against a wall but god he was so tender, you were sure he could break your back if he wanted but he was being so soft with you, making love to you.
"Frank..." you said with a sigh.
He kept the languid pace, "sweetheart?"
You kissed his cheek, the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head to meet your lips. You hadn't even kissed yet, this was the first and again he took his time, his lips soft and the hairs of his beard brushing your jaw. He pushed the tip of his tongue between your lips and you let him in. He thrust deep at the same time making you moan, the water from the shower running in rivulets down your faces making your lips and tongue glide so easily against one another you were overcome with sensation.
You pulled him closer, squeezed your legs tighter around him.
"Shit, careful honey, you're gonna be the end of me..."
You laughed a little, "can't have that, want to do this again sometime."
"Yeah, god damn right..." He took your hand you had curled around his neck, guiding it down between your bodies. You jolted like electricity zipped its way from your head to your toes as you touched yourself, dizzy with double the intensity of feeling.
"That's it princess," he growled as you panted little whines and whimpers next to his ear, "so fuckin' sweet..." He could feel you tightening up around him as you got close, tilting your hips against every thrust he gave you.
"You fuck like you fight," he said, groaning and watching you like a hawk as you arched your back off the wall and dug your nails into his shoulder. "You gonna give it up sweetheart?"
You nipped at his ear, "Mm not until you tell me to."
You saw the tic in his jaw muscle as he was trying to stay in control, your words sending him for a loop and he just can't hold on anymore.
"aw shit- I can't.. you gotta come for me now baby..."
Your mouth dropped open, eyes screwing shut, breath high and reedy as your head lolled back against the tile as pleasure in the extreme ripped through you, "fuck, yeah, that's it, attagirl-"
You might have cried out his name, you can't tell, can only feel him against you and inside you as he comes hard, murmuring incoherently into your neck.
He lets you down carefully, withdrawing, and you can't help but sink to the ground. He follows you down and kisses you soft as you both sit in a heap.
"You okay, love?" he asks, his voice rough and warm as he runs his hand down your arm.
You nod, bringing a hand to his face and scratching through his beard over his jaw.
"Yeah," you smile, feeling dog-tired but oh so happy, "can't wait for our next session."
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me when all i want to do after a stressful day is suck on franks fingers until my eyes go glassy and my head goes empty i just wanna be his silly little girl with no thoughts in my brain :’)
okay but like riding him while sucking on his fingers?
pleaassee, because softdom!frank is loving every minute of it. you are so eager to release stress, you’re sloppy with your movements. frank lets you use him any way you want, but sees your whole body is still really tense.
“hey, baby, slow down-” you’re whimpering as you try to straddle him, “relax, take it slow- you’re so worked up i’m not gonna fit,” he coos, you whine- reaching for his hand. frank chuckles, watching as you begin to suck on his two fingers. frank inhales sharply as he feels your arousal leak on his lower abdomen. as you begin to lose yourself in his fingers, your body relaxes and your pussy aches for more. franks just watches in awe at your body move.
“that’s it,” he moans at your pussy bucking against nothing, your mind numbs and your eyes are fluttering from the pleasure. “you want my dick or you wanna cum just like this?” you perk up at the mention of his cock. not breaking away from his fingers, frank sits up, adjusting your body. you sit up as frank positions himself at your entrance. the feeling of his dick filling you completely, made you moan around his fingers. “look how perfect you are, sucking on my fingers and bouncing on my dick”
im such a whore for this man its not even funny anymore
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Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.
AN: This is all @sidepartskinnyjeans and @christywantspizza ‘s fault.
Beta’d by @navybrat817
Moodboard by me
WC: 1.1k
Characters: SoftDom! Frank Castle x reader x SoftDom! Ari Levinson
CW: Soft smut (P in V sex, cream pie, fingering, after care) Praise kink, lots of kissing, reader being deliciously ruined by two absolute Daddies.
Through the soft fog that was cocooning your brain, you could hear a whining sound. It was the high-pitched sound of someone sinking into pleasure, and it took you a few moments to realise that the sound was coming from you.
Your eyes refocused to see the broad grin and smooshed nose of Frank, inches in front of you.
“There you are, sweetheart, you got a bit lost there for a moment.” His voice was a low rumble and tinged with gentle amusement.
You opened your mouth to reply, but all that came out was another whine, as the thick cock lodged inside your pussy pressed forward again. Your fingers gripped the sheets and your eyes rolled back as your sweet spot was stimulated.
“F-Frank… oh god!”
Frank chuckled, and brushed the back of his knuckles down your cheek.
“That feels good, dun it? Been such a good girl, so you deserve all o’ this.”
His lips pressed against yours, his tongue gently, but persistently, tangling with yours as you felt your body swaying, unable to fight the momentum from the exquisite dicking down you were currently receiving.
One of his hands trailed down your chest, cupping and squeezing one of your breasts before he started to rub a rough thumb back and forth over your sensitive nipple, causing you to shudder.
“Told ya, me an’ Ari would help you unwind and relax, and here you are. ‘Ve not even finished running your bath and he’s already got you all cock drunk.”
A chuckle from your other boyfriend sounded from behind you, as he slid his cock languidly back and forth, bottoming out gently, but firmly.
“She’s fucking perfect and you know it, Frank. She might be relaxed, but this perfect pussy ain’t - squeezing me so good.”
If Frank grinned any more, you thought his face would split in two.
“I believe ya. Our princess’ pussy always feels so good.”
His large hand slid down further, over your stomach and to your clit, easily finding the sensitive bundle of nerves and starting to circle it. Your body shook from all of the blissful sensations and your arms gave out, your head dropping to the mattress as your two daddies took you higher and higher towards the edge. You could barely think between their twin praises and the way they played your body like a beloved instrument. In fact, you couldn’t even remember what it was you’d been so stressed out about.
Frank’s fingers strummed you, pressing kisses to your cheeks and neck as Ari kept up his rhythmic thrusting, his fingers digging into your hips and his own lips peppering your shoulders with more kisses.
“There we go, sweetheart, let go for us.”
“So perfect, princess, just wanna feel you cum.”
“Yeah, come on, baby girl. Cum for us. Cum for your daddies.”
You felt the wave fan out from your core, your fists twisting into the cotton in your grasp as your eyes rolled back and your mouth dropped open in a strangled gasp. You were aware of Ari’s rhythm faltering as he groaned and pulsed within you, flooding your tight channel with his cum. He continued to thrust lazily as he softened, your body shivering with aftershocks, until he was forced to withdraw from you. Your legs slid out from under you, so you were lying prone on the bed, eyes closed, and chest heaving as you came down from your cloud of pleasure.
When you’d first crossed paths with the vigilante and the spy, you’d never in your wildest dreams imagined the life you had now with the pair of them. On the surface, the only thing they appeared to have in common was their size, as they always seemed to be disagreeing about one thing or another. However, now they had a second thing in common; you. They both cared for you so much and neither had the heart to make you choose. And, you liked to think, you suspected they actually got on better than they made out - masculine bravado and the need to be ‘top dog’.
You whined as Frank rolled you over, slotting his broad frame between your hips and leaning over you, trailing even more kisses over the sweat slicked skin of your neck and clavicle. His erect cock rubbed against your thigh, lightly brushing your sensitive folds as he manoeuvred.
“Shh, shh, princess. Ari’s gone to check on your bath, and I’m gonna draw another orgasm outta ya.”
Your back arched and your hands flew to his corded shoulders as he slipped inside you, forcing out Ari’s cum, to coat your inner thighs. His lips fastened to one of your breasts as he gently rocked his hips, his pubic bone pressed to your clit and the barely ceased darts of pleasure started shooting through you again.
A mewl fell from your lips as your head whipped from side to side on the bed, the sensations verging on too much.
“Gimme another one, baby. Come on. Know you can do it.” Frank’s deep voice was muffled against your chest, but you could feel the baritone rumble of it.
“I… I… ohhhh!”
Frank spilled inside you with a few deep grunts, his body covering yours like a weighted blanket. You floated in your happy space, aware of the sensation of Frank leaving the clutch of your body, aware of the feeling of being carried and gently placed in the wet warmth of your bathtub. You smiled, dopily, as four hands gently washed and caressed your skin, cleansing you before fondling your breasts, pussy and ass. Your arousal started to climb again, and you turned your head, Ari’s bearded face in front of you this time.
Your hands came up and cupped his cheeks as you kissed him deeply, enjoying the feeling of being loved and cared for, your pleasure, your happiness, their own concern. This third orgasm wiped you out, and it was only when you woke up a few hours later, in your massive bed, sandwiched between your two daddies, that you realised that you’d fallen asleep.
The movements you made as you stirred woke Ari, who was lightly dozing, pressed against your front.
“Hey there, sweetheart.”
You gave him a shy smile.
“Hey.”
“What’s say we order in some Thai food, watch some kinda trash on the TV and then get an early night.”
You giggled at him.
“We don’t need an early night, we’ve just had a nap.”
Frank shifted behind you, his erection pressing up against your buttocks and his teeth nipping at your shoulder, before he joined the conversation.
“Ah, but princess, we plan on making your entire weekend as ‘relaxing’ as it was earlier. An’ it’s been a while since we both had you at the same time. I have a feelin’ you’re gonna need your energy.
A shiver of anticipation shook your body and you turned your head to look over your shoulder at him.
“Yes, Daddy.”
A faux annoyed cough sounded from in front of you, and you turned back, grinning.
“And yes to you, too, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”
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Not made out of glass
Frank Castle x Reader (no body parts are mentioned)
Summary: Frank isn't fully letting go with you, even though he wants and needs to. Things need to change.
Warnings/Tags: rough sex, everything is consensual, Dom/sub undertones, stress relief, soft ending
WC 2,9k // Explicit 🔞
As Frank rolled away from where he'd been wrapped around your back, his hand over your still fairly quickly rising and falling chest, you laid motionless, listening to him moving around until he exited the bedroom. A deep sigh slipped through your lips when you heard the entrance door to your apartment open before it closed a second later. Frank was gone, off for a run around who knows where at that time of the night.
Falling onto your back and feeling the slickness from Frank's come between your legs only absently, you stared at the dark ceiling with a frustrated frown. You chewed on your lower lip in thought as the last remains of your orgasm flitted away.
You couldn't exactly remember the moment you’d noticed a change in Frank. It had probably been too progressive for you to realize that something was off instantly. At some point during your relationship, Frank had sporadically started leaving your side in the middle of the night for a couple of hours right after you'd had sex. At first, it had only been a few times here and there, yet once he’d done it repeatedly, you'd finally found a sort of pattern to his behavior. You had been dating for slightly over half a year, and Frank had always stayed over from the first night you’d slept together. And even now, he did come back to bed after he left like tonight, but there was something clearly happening in his head. Considering his line of work, at first, you'd thought that he had something urgent to take care of. But after noticing that he always came back drenched in sweat and not wearing his crime fighting gear, you realized that he was just going out for a run. A hard run by the looks of it. That something was off was only confirmed whenever you spent the night at his place and he didn't go for a run. Instead, he’d slip out of bed, and your ears would suddenly be greeted by the sounds of Frank taking his fists to the punching bag. The first time you'd gotten up to check on him, your breath had caught in your throat at the sight of him. Shirtless, chest gleaming with sweat as he absolutely brutalized the punching bag. No matter the hardness in his eyes, the deep focus and raw abandon to whatever was going on in his head had still taken your breath away. After this kept happening over the course of the following weeks, even if he stayed in bed most nights, whenever he didn't and instead worked himself so hard he nearly collapsed into bed afterward, your appreciation for the sight made way for concern.
The thing was that while Frank was ruthless with himself, he never ever touched you with anything but care and gentle touches. The sex was great, as you both seemed to fit perfectly together. And yet, you couldn’t help feeling that Frank was holding back. Holding himself back. He came each time and always made sure that you did as well, but while at first nothing felt amiss, you could sometimes feel him vibrating under your touch, his body coiled to the maximum with some sort of unreleased tension. His hips would suddenly snap harder, his fingers pressing more firmly into your skin, like he wanted to bend you to his will. It only lasted for a couple of seconds until Frank stopped. By now, you knew that he was forcing himself to stop. You couldn’t understand why, however. He clearly needed to unleash that tension inside him, and he obviously didn’t do it with you, if he needed to work it off in the form of another physical activity. You had tried getting him to let go on the nights he seemed particularly restless, riling him up and moving in a more enticing way, but Frank never did anything rough.
One thing was for sure, though. You wanted him to be able to let go with you, and you were going to find a way for him to do it.
A few nights later, you were sitting on Frank’s small couch and watching him moving around the apartment while pretending that you were watching TV. You’d taken a shower and gotten ready for bed, while Frank had taken care of cleaning away tonight’s dinner. Over the last few days, you’d decided that there was no better approach than a direct one. Meaning that you would have to talk to him about it. Tonight was the right time, since Frank had seemed highly keyed up all evening. He’d touched you and kissed you with intent, and you knew that once he was done with cleaning everything away, he’d be leading you to the bedroom. Where he’d fuck you until he wasn’t satisfied.
“Frank?” you called lightly, determination making you straighten your back.
“Yah?” he replied, as he walked past you towards the bathroom, but didn’t stop.
“Do I satisfy you?” you asked bluntly, glad to see him stopping in his tracks and turning back to stare at you with his eyebrows raised in surprise and confusion.
“What?”
“Do I satisfy you? In bed.”
He blinked at you rapidly, his brows lowering into a frown as he fully faced you. You only looked back at him, your own eyebrows lifting in question.
“Do you satisfy… Why are you askin’? You ain’t?”
“It’s not me we’re talking about, Frank.” You leveled him with an expectant look.
“Where the hell is that comin’ from? ‘Course you are.”
You half sighed and half snorted at his reply.
“Okay, let me rephrase then. Are you satisfied?”
Frank’s frown only deepened, so you got up and walked over to him.
“The answer is no,” you replied for him, as you stood in front of him.
“What? Why wouldn’t-”
“Frank,” you said a little more loudly, catching his attention instantly. “I can tell, no, feel, that you’re holding back… Holding back from really fucking me like you want to.”
Frank stiffened at that, and you could see his jaw setting into a hard line. You sighed again and pressed your lips into a thin line. That was simply it. He wanted to take all that tension out on how he fucked you, make you surrender, but didn’t dare.
“Why, though?” you asked, pursing your lips in exasperation when he looked away from you.
“I’m fine, Sweetheart.” Frank shook his head and started to turn away before you spoke again, making him stop.
“Oh, really? You call almost breaking that punching bag-” You pointed to where it was hanging on the far-left side of Frank’s apartment, “or running until you almost pass out fine ?” You shook your head. “It’s not about what you do, really, but how you do it. If fucking me harder, having me surrender everything to you is what helps, then why aren’t you?”
Frank’s nostrils flared at your words and his jaw clenched while his fists balled at his sides.
“No,” he rumbled, his face closing off.
“No? That’s it? No?” you scoffed, annoyance ramping up.
“Not when I’m like that, okay? I don’t wanna hurt you.”
You stared at him and saw the genuine worry in his eyes.
“I’m not made out of glass, Frank. I don’t break that easily. And besides… what if I want it to hurt?” you said earnestly, lowering your voice to a more sultry level, needing him to understand that you meant it.
Frank’s eyes snapped back to yours, flashing with both anger and lust.
“You don’t know what you’re askin’ for, Sweetheart.”
“Because you’re not giving me the chance… Please… Let me do this for you, Frank. I want you do to it…”
Frank groaned and closed his eyes as you quickly took off the little clothes you had put on for bed. Your gaze caught the outline of his hard cock through the jeans he was wearing.
Taking a step closer, you murmured into the small space, “Take what you want… What you need.”
Frank’s hand suddenly shot out, the fingers wrapping around your neck as he leaned into you, his breath ragged as his eyes bore into yours. You gasped sharply, your hand lifting instantly to grab his wrist, but you didn’t move or flinch away, meeting his eyes head on.
“Don’t push me,” he growled in warning, the sound coming from so deep in his chest that you would have been able to feel it vibrating if you’d had your hands on it.
Anticipation and arousal ran through you at the complete change in him. You weren’t scared, however. You would never be scared of Frank or what he could do to you, knew that he would never hurt you. Not cruelly, anyway. And you craved it, deep waves of want heating your body; craved to have him relinquish that last piece of control and let go with you.
“Take what you need,” you got out. Just a little bit more until he… “ Use me!”
Frank snarled and advanced on you, forcing you backwards by the hand around your throat, the grip tightening.
“You asked for it.”
As soon as your calves hit the couch, Frank pulled you towards him by the neck and kissed you hard, his mouth prying yours open to slide his tongue against yours. Grabbing him by the biceps, you let him in, surrendering to him completely.
“On your knees,” he hissed, as he broke the kiss, a string of spit still connecting you for a second.
Your body reacted instantly, your eyes on his face as you moved. One of Frank’s hands remained on your neck as he guided you down, while the other one went to the buckle of his belt. The quick and efficient move he used to remove that belt had you taking in a shuddering breath, your eyes automatically going to the large bulge in the jeans. Never letting go of you, Frank popped the button open and unzipped the jeans, before he reached inside his boxers to pull himself out.
“Open,” he commanded, making you snap out of your observation and doing as told, saliva already flooding your mouth at the prospect of having him between your lips.
Without another word, Frank gripped you by the hair at the back of your hair to angle your head just right and shoved his cock inside you as far as you could take him on the first pass. He didn't go easy on you, and you knew that he was testing you. You never looked away from his eyes, however, even as your own began to water from the way Frank's cock hit the back of your throat and made you choke and gag around him as he fucked your mouth. You were right where you wanted to be, and wanting everything he would make you take, your fingers flexing in the material of his jeans at his thighs. His expression changed as he finally understood that you wouldn't be backing down; not relaxing, exactly, but some of the initial tension bleeding away. His other hand curled under your chin to hold you even more in place when he didn’t pull back out, instead pressing so deep inside your mouth that he cut off your airways. Tears streamed down the sides of your face, and you blinked up at him, as you let your whole body go limp for him. Frank watched you, eyes dark and assertive, holding there, his length pulsing against the roof of your mouth. You took in a loud, shuddering gasp of air when he pulled out all the way, his entire cock covered in your drool.
“So eager to please, aren't ya?” he rasped, his thumb rubbing over your puffy lower lip.
You could only smile up at him, your body buzzing with contentment at doing something that pleased him, before he grabbed you by the shoulders and made you turn towards the couch. He bent you face-first over it, your chest resting on top while your head pressed into the pillows at the back, your knees spread on the floor. Looming over your back as he crouched behind you, he pressed two fingers between your lips at the same time he stroked his other hand between your legs, gathering the proof of your arousal with his fingers.
“Fuck, look at you, so fuckin' wet just from havin' me in your mouth.” He rubbed two slick, insistent fingers over your entrance, making you gasp and moan around the fingers in your mouth.
He uttered a rough sound against your ear as you pushed your ass out for more, wanting those fingers inside you. Complying to your silent request, he had you screaming around his digits as he plunged two fingers inside you, using your essence to make the slide easier. He was ruthless, his movements serving to rip wanton moans and cries from your mouth, which was steadily drooling over Frank’s fingers as you sucked on them the way you had sucked on his cock.
You instantly missed Frank’s fingers as soon as he withdrew both hands from your body. The feeling only lasted for the briefest of moments, though, since you felt the blunt and hot head of his cock against your entrance right before he shoved inside you, having you screaming without any barrier this time. Frank kept himself there only long enough to gather both of your hands and pull them behind your back, where he gripped them with one of his large hands, his fingers curling around your joined wrists, while his other palm pushed down between your shoulder blades, pushing you deeper into the couch. Then he pulled out, his legs almost straightening all the way, and slammed back inside to the hilt, his hips hitting your ass, the fabric of his jeans scratching your bare skin. Your whole body sang with pleasure as Frank plowed into you, rocking you back and forth with the force of his unstoppable thrusts, your moans of ecstasy ringing through Frank’s whole apartment.
“Fuck, you actually love this, huh?” Frank growled, as you arched your back and pushed your ass out to allow him to go as deep as possible, your orgasm already looming close to the surface.
You were only able to make a loud sound of absolute assent, Frank’s pounding hips jostling your body and your brain too addled by your rising pleasure to form any actual words. The fingers on your wrists tightened with Frank’s satisfied grunt, which was followed by a deep groan as you squeezed harder around his length at hearing how pleased he was. This was more than you could have asked for. You loved with how much care and gentleness Frank treated you, but this, being able to give him what he needed, being what he needed, offering yourself so entirely, had your whole core going liquid. His, to use, to care for. Everything.
You came with a wail, the pleasure so intense that only the couch under your chest and your locked knees were holding you up. Frank’s forehead fell against your nape as he made an almost animalistic sound of satisfaction, keeping up his powerful thrusts as he fucked you right through your release. Your entire body went utterly lax once the most intense part of your orgasm subsided, your body rocked with aftershocks as Frank kept going, his hot breath burning the top of your back.
When Frank finally went over the edge, he did it with his whole body. He jerked over you as he cried out harshly, his head moving back, while his fingers tightened even more over your wrists, a burst of pleasurable pain shooting through you at the rough treatment. His hips pumped into yours a few more times as he emptied himself deep inside you, until he went still and caught himself next to your shoulder to take off his weight from your back.
After a short minute, Frank let go of your hands and slowly helped you to put them down onto the couch next to your face. You groaned gratefully, your eyes half closed as you simply breathed. You quickly came back to your senses, however, when as soon as Frank had helped you back to your feet, you felt Frank pulling back from you hurriedly. Turning around, you caught his agitated gaze, regret written all over his face as he recovered from the haze of lust. Moving into action instantly, you grabbed his face with your hands, stopping his retreat. You kissed him, movements slow and gentle. He needed to know that you’d loved every second of what had just happened, and that there was no place for regret or worry. You felt sore all over, but the deep satisfaction thrumming through you surpassed everything. Slowly, you felt Frank relax against you, his mouth moving with yours as he wrapped his arms around you.
Pulling away a few inches, you stared into his eyes, the worry gone, as was the brooding storm that you’d seen in the past weeks. You didn’t exactly know what triggered this need inside him, but you didn’t care as long as you could be there for him. Stroking a thumb over his cheekbone, you smiled before kissing his nose, which had him smiling right back.
“See… I didn’t break,” you spoke softly, one side of your lips moving up.
Frank chuckled, the sound relaxed and relieved, before he nodded.
“No, not even a crack.”
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Pretty and Sweet
Frank Castle x F!Reader
request: Omg I got Drabble in my mind Please write Frank Castle being obsessed with reader wearing Lacey pinky clothes because she looks cute in it and then he says things like“Such a pretty girl” “you look adorable in this I should get you clothes, would you like that sweetheart?”Or him being a soft dom and overstiming the reader in their lingerie“Just one more sweet girl”“your shaking honey” Just like praising her the whole time and being sweet but is being rough 🤭 Frank just gives that vibe he’d be so sweet
warnings: pet names, explicit language, smut, teasing, fingering (f!receiving), sub!reader, dom!frank
word count: 1k
a/n: i haven't done requests in sooooo long I'm not even sure if I know what to do anymore. I know this tool a lot longer than it probably should and I'm aware its not exactly what you asked for anon but i did my best i hope you get to enjoy it. If you end up reading it please let me know what you think!
“You gonna wear all that and then try to tell me you weren't trying to get my attention, sweetheart. Huh?”
Frank's voice rumbles through the air, filling the dark space of the bedroom the moment his body leans over yours. You smile a soft innocent smile, contrary to the current situation you found yourself in.
“I just thought they were pretty.”
Dragging your finger over the straps of the pastel pink lingerie, you trace your eyes up and back to his face. The warm feeling at the bottom of your stomach gradually grows stronger as you let Frank's eyes skim over your body. His big hands were on either side of your head, his chest hung in the air over your own, one of his knees now wedged between your legs.
“Yeah?”
The firm frown on his face makes the muscles in your thighs twitch slightly and for a second you wonder if he noticed. He did. His eyebrows raise slightly and an unimpressed expression on his face when he glances down and back up into your eyes the second your body betrays you.
“Really?”
You fight with yourself, trying to play this off as nonchalantly as possible but you know, you know with Frank, with the way he knows his way around you, that's nearly impossible.
“One question is all it takes to get to you, sweetheart?”
“Frank.”
You begin to explain yourself, the heat on your face prickling slightly when his eyes trace over your body one more time.
“Shh shh shh.”
That goddamn whisper. You swallow hard, feeling his thumb brush over the edge of your lower lip. The pounding in your chest picks up slightly.
“Just wanted me to see you in this, huh?”
You nod, a silent confirmation followed by Frank's quiet, low chuckle.
“Right so, let's say I believe you, yeah?”
With your eyes fixed on his you listen, your chest rising and falling faster than before when his hand finally caresses your body.
“Do you like it?”
You whisper, your hand now resting on his bigger one. His fingers brush over your sides, over the soft fabric of the lacy details. Frank scoffs, not at your question, only at the fact that you try to question the way he could feel about this.
“Really gonna ask me that?”
Tracing over the straps, his eyes drop one more time. Following his gaze, his fingers trace over the many straps and buckles of your pastel pink lingerie set. You watch as he lets out a quiet grunt, followed by a hum when his eyes shut for a moment.
“Such a pretty girl, huh?”
Mumbling the praise he finds your eyes again, a split second before your body involuntarily reacts to his words.
“All that for me?”
Squirming under his body, you nod quickly. The need for his touch rises with every other minute he chooses to devote to letting the situation get the best of you.
“Frankie, answer me.”
Feeling brave, you use the pet name to get his attention. His focus is now on your face once more, eyebrows raised, impressed with your choice of words.
“Oh, look at that, using your big girl words today?”
Moving his knee to the side, Frank pushes your legs apart slightly more. His hands are still on your side, rubbing over your exposed skin. The touch feels reassuring and so do his words.
“Just want to know if you like the set. I picked it up in the store I thought it-”
“Sweetheart, the only place this thing would look better is right there on the floor.”
He nods his head to the side and you feel yourself getting warmer again. Rising your hips slightly, you gently grind against his leg once, then pause, waiting for his response.
“You wanna ruin these? Hmm, you think it's worth it, sweetheart?”
Dragging his fingers down your stomach and then over the fabric, Frank begins to rub slow, gentle circles over your center through the pink fabric. Your lips part with a quiet gasp and your fingers wrap tightly around his free hand. The touch you’ve waited on for so long now, finally where you wanted it the most. Thankful for his decision,you breathe out relieved. Relaxing your body into Frank's palm, you confirm your desire for his attention.
“That okay? Hmm? Can I touch you here, baby?”
The pressure intensifies slightly, your breath hitches, legs pressing together faster than you can even attempt to stop it.
“Mhm.”
You murmur, not wanting his question to remain hanging in the silence of the room.
“Think we're gonna have to get rid of those, huh, sweetheart?”
The question rings out in your head as you try your best to focus on Frank's words once more. Hooking his fingers over the waistband of the lower part of the pink underwear, he pulls the fabric down, his body moving as he leans closer to you. Rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, he presses a gentle kiss right under your belly button. His warm kisses follow the soft sensation of the fabric brushing over your skin while Frank exposes more and more of you with every kiss.
Finally touching you without the barrier of the garment, Frank chuckles softly, satisfied but not surprised with how much the whole situation got to you.
“Attagirl, you like that, huh?”
Paired with his touch the question has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and you dig your nails into his palm.
“Fr-”
You start, but pause, biting your lip once he slips his finger inside you slowly.
“Shhh shhh shhh, that's it, sweet girl, that's it.”
Turning his head to the side, he plants the kiss on the inside of your thigh, the touch even softer than the kisses from moments ago. After pulling them out, he pushes his fingers inside again, then again and again. The repeated motion picks up pace as he begins to work his thumb over your clit.
“Oh f-mmmm.”
You hum, and he scoffs loudly, breaking the overly sweet character. He can't help but tease you and your hips buck up slightly.
“Shit, sweetheart, really? That much?”
“Frank-”
“You wanna say something? Hmm? Think you’ll have to speak up, baby.”
The pet name contrasts with the teasing character of the statement and your body reacts one more time.
“Cause if you won't talk sweetheart. I think this will take a long, looong time.”
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I Wanna Love Me The Way That You Love Me
(Frank Castle x f!Reader) - Hurt/Comfort
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Summary: Frank uses a mirror to remind insecure!reader how beautiful she is. (In a fluffy and a smutty way!)
Warnings: reader is not very kind to herself, fluffy frank, like FLUFFY frank!!!!, super soft!boy frank, the softest of franks ive ever written, some body descriptions but I tried to keep it super vague, (later on) whew chile smuttttt, fingering, frank makes you watch yourself come in a mirror (lmfao), frank is sort of a dom but in the loosest sense, frank just loves reader so much!!!!!)
A/N - Thank you to @wheredidiputmyfish for being an absolute doll of a beta reader!!! I have a couple more Frank fics otw (i cant help it, i love that stupid man) and a poly!fratt x reader one hopefully soon after that!
You huffed as you pulled the green blouse over your head, annoyed that yet another online purchase didn’t fit right on your body. Just this week alone, you’d already made two trips to the post office, and Frank was bound to ask questions if you went for a third time so soon.
You couldn’t even remember why you’d started buying nicer clothes to begin with, except that Karen always looked nice and Frank had been in love with her at one point, so why wouldn’t the same concept apply to you? The only problem was that you couldn’t seem to find anything that fit you correctly, and the idea that Frank might grow bored with your everyday attire kept you up at night. And of course, Frank had never actually said anything about your clothing choice – this was just the overthinking part of your brain going into overdrive.
You flopped onto the mattress, shoving your face into your palms and groaning. You couldn’t figure out exactly what Frank saw in you, and it was hard not to compare yourself to his late wife or Karen. They were both beautiful women – definitely Frank’s type – and that was not exactly how you’d describe yourself. The thought of it brought tears to your eyes again. You quickly blinked them away when you heard the front door shut.
You joined Frank in the living room, where he was removing his boots. You threw the package you needed to return on the table by the door, and though you tried to do this casually, Frank noticed it and your expression immediately.
“You sendin’ care packages to some other boyfriend or somethin’?” He teased, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You giggled. “No. It’s just another return.”
“Not that I’m not supporting this new wardrobe thing,” he started, eyeing the package by the door, “but why are you returnin’ everything you buy?”
You shrugged. “It just doesn’t fit right.”
“I bet you look great.”
“I don’t think so.” You shrugged again, avoiding his eyes as you stepped into the kitchen.
“Sweetheart.” He followed you into the kitchen, though it was clear he was struggling to figure out how to broach the topic. “Is everything okay? You’re talkin’ down about yourself again.”
Your smile faltered slightly. “I’m fine.”
“Baby,” Frank wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your chest into his, “You’re not fine. You wanna know how I know that?”
You remained silent, avoiding eye contact, but nodded.
“Because you won’t look at me.” You lifted your chin and stared into his warm gaze out of spite. “And because I know you and I love you, I know that you start avoiding me when you feel bad because you think I’m going to miraculously start to hate you and leave.”
You didn’t respond, instead gnawing on your cheek and curling into yourself. Frank’s hold around your waist remained steady, and as you tried to look away from his meaningful gaze, his hand gripped your chin and held it steady, too.
“You’re beautiful, baby.” He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “I love you no matter what you do or wear or say. You’re beautiful.”
You tried to push away from Frank, suddenly aware that you hadn’t fixed your makeup or hair that morning. He was lying. He had to be lying, right? No one thought that about you, least of all Fra-
“Don’t.” Frank was gentle in his coaxing, running his knuckle over your cheekbone in a soothing pattern while pressing his fingers into the small of your back. “Don’t do that to yourself. I love you. I’m not goin’ anywhere. You have to trust me.”
You fiddled with your fingers, wringing them together in an uneasy gesture, unsure of what to say. He gently grasped them and pulled them into his chest, cradling them as he held your gaze.
“Come with me. I wanna show you somethin’.” He murmured, tilting his head toward the bedroom.
You followed close behind him, curiosity outshining your desire to crawl into bed and never get out. He led you to a stop in front of the full-length mirror, resting his hands on your shoulders behind you. A clear and decisive frown formed on your face. The last thing you wanted to do was look at yourself.
“What do you see?” he asked, holding your gaze through the mirror.
“What?” You furrowed your brow.
“What do you see, sweetheart? Be honest.” he asked again, patting your shoulders encouragingly.
“Well, um,” you breathed, starting at the top of your head and making your way down with your observations, “I see dull hair, bags under my eyes, and a nose that’s too big. My shoulders are broad, my hips are too wide, my skin looks lifeless, and I’m wondering why you ever gave me the time of day and why you stay with me when there are so many people out there that would look better standing next to you.”
Frank stayed quiet throughout your assessment, expression turning grave as you brought up your deepest insecurities about yourself. He let you finish your observations before pressing a long kiss to your head.
“Now ask me what I see.” he prompted. Confusion overcame your features again, but he silenced your doubts with an encouraging nod.
“What do you see, Frankie?” You quietly asked, unsure if you really wanted to hear what he had to say.
He brought his finger to your face, tracing each element as he pointed them out in the mirror.
“I see a pair of beautiful eyes and a perfect nose. I see the most sensual lips I’ve ever felt pressed against my mouth. I see a beautiful, strong body that can handle anything thrown its way. Remember when you had to carry me from the living room to the bedroom after I passed out? That shit was impressive, sweetheart.” A soft smile rested on his face as he continued. He folded his arms around your middle and pulled your body against his. “I see hands that hold my entire heart in them, and a body that has all my love. You’re beautiful, baby, and I love you so much. Every piece of you.”
You tried to blink away the tears that clouded your vision, but Frank’s speech combined with his gentle touch and open expression sent a wave of tears down your face. You curled into his hold, turning so you could bury your face in his chest. He cradled you against him while you cried, pressing soft kisses to your hair every few minutes until you were calm enough to look up at him through your eyelashes.
He swiped his thumbs through the tears that had gathered under your eyes. “Are you okay?”
You nodded, blinking up at him. “Thank you. I love you,” you murmured.
He pressed his forehead against yours, which had always been his way of showing love. “Anytime, sweetheart. You hear me? Anytime.”
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Bonus Scene: In which Frank comforts you in the bedroom later.
“Frank, what are you doing?”
Your tone was a mixture of confusion and curiosity, combined with the lazy haze that had taken over your body for the time being. Frank had jumped up from his relaxed position between your legs, where he’d licked up every bit of your desire after making you see stars, and had begun fiddling with the floor length mirror across the bedroom.
“Hang on.” He called over his shoulder, tugging the heavy glass across the carpet.
“Why are you moving the mirror?”
“Wanna try somethin’.”
He stepped back, looking between your slick, bare skin and the mirror with a smug expression. You were now face to face with your reflection, and as soon as you realized Frank's plan, a string of fire worked its way directly to your core.
“Wanna show you how perfect you are.” He crawled on the bed behind you, settling himself before tugging your body back against his. Both sets of eyes, yours and Franks, were focused on you, and boy were you a sight to behold.
Your limbs, still shaky from your first orgasm were splayed out, giving both you and Frank the perfect view of your glistening cunt, which was busy clenching around air as Frank worked his needy fingers down your skin.
“Shit, baby. You look fuckin’ perfect like this.” He breathed. The proximity of his warmth to your ear sent a wave of goosebumps down your body, and you had to fight the urge to clench your legs together. “Look at how beautiful you are, sweet thing.” He murmured, holding his gaze on the treasure between your legs.
You looked, fully looked, and felt heat crawling up your neck as his sensuous fingers swiped through your arousal. A low groan emanated from his throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from circling your clit. You watched as a moan left your mouth, your back slightly arching against Frank’s chest.
“You see how perfect you are, sweet girl?” He cooed, circling your clit again. “Your pretty pussy drives me crazy.”
His other hand began to rub your nipple in light circles, and if that weren’t enough to have you gasping for air, the touch of his lips to the spot below your ear was. You squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back against Frank’s shoulder. His fingers halted – no, everything halted – and the whine that came from his sudden stoppage wasn’t entirely a conscious decision of yours.
“You stop looking, I stop moving, sweetheart. You got that? Keep your eyes open.” he asked, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His gaze held no room for negotiation, so you shyly nodded before returning your gaze to your body. His focus remained on your flushed face, panting as he worked you closer to another orgasm.
You could see what he was talking about. For the first time in a long time, the girl that looked back in the mirror wasn’t someone you shied away from. She was beautiful, and confident, and sensual, and she looked good next to Frank.
“You look stunning, baby.” He murmured.
“I know.” You responded, briefly lifting your eyes to his before returning them to his fingers. His winning smile was priceless – wide and open and beautiful, and you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.
Light twinkled in your eyes as he inched you closer and closer to your release, and as soon as you locked eyes with Frank again, you were a goner.
Frank worked his fingers around your clit, coaxing out one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever experienced. It washed over you in waves of fire, and it was a struggle to keep your eyes open for it, but you were glad he had asked you to, because you looked glorious coming around his fingers.
You panted, body gleaming with sweat. Your heartbeat finally slowed as you leaned against Frank for support. He ran soothing hands over your limbs, massaging feeling back into them and kissing every inch of skin that he could reach in the process. The silence as you returned to your body was long, but comfortable, and when you finally had full use of your limbs again, you pulled Frank’s arms around you.
He kissed your hair, resting his cheek on your head.
“Do you see what I see now?” he asked, glancing at you through the mirror. You nodded, carefully lifting your chin so you could look at him – the real him – to respond.
“I love you.”
He grinned, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips.
“I love you, sweet girl.”
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𝐵𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒶’𝓈 𝒰𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈t
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⭒ Frank Castle from The Punisher
Frank Castle x Innocent!Reader
Soft submissive!Frank Castle x reader
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Virgin!Dave Lizewski x experienced!reader
Submissive!Dave Lizewski x Dom!Reader
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Mean!Tangerine x Reader
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Mr. Russo (Bonus Bit!) (Billy Russo x Reader)
Author’s Note: Heyo! So the first part of this fic got mad love!!! Thank you to everyone who has read! Since you guys enjoyed it so much, I've decided to post the thousand-ish words I cut from the original to serve as a little bonus. Enjoy! :)
Summary: Having given into your feelings for Billy, you two have fallen into a very comfortable relationship that you have decided to keep on the down-low.
Warnings: Fluff, soft!Billy having heart eyes, smut (P in V, crazy office sex, dirty talk, Billy being a dom?--am I using that right?), cursing
Other Characters: Frank Castle
Word Count: 1,022
“Paul Meadows sent over the contract all signed,” you say as you open the file folder, getting the paper to where he needs to sign.
“Took him long enough,” Billy sighs, scribbling his signature on the line.
“Well, it might have helped that I sent an email gently reminding him that Anvil reserves the right to end a business relationship with a party if we do not here back within a timely fashion—even if they’ve put down a significant deposit. Oh, and they we can charge extra for their negligence of a proposed agreement due to the sensitive nature of the cases and other organizations that seek us out.”
Billy looks up at you astonished.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve had to send an email like that, and you know it,” you chuckle.
“I know, but I love how ruthless you can be sometimes.”
“Just the life of a kick-ass secretary,” you sigh with a smile as you collect the folder to put with the active files.
“Want to grab some dinner tonight?” he asks as you finger through the file cabinet. “Italian, maybe? We could do Fratello’s.”
“Mm, that sounds delicious.” You close the file cabinet and lean against the cool metal. “But you see, I have plans.”
“Plans?” he repeats.
“Not fancy plans, but plans that are gonna keep me here for a while.”
“Tell me what they are so I can talk some sense into your boss. I know he can be a hard-ass, but a proper one-on-one will let me tell him that your man needs you tonight.” There’s humor and teasing in his voice, but a sensual darkness grows in his onyx eyes, making you blush.
“It’s Boss’s Day today,” you elaborate, knowing that any sort of lying and deflection won’t be any use to you this time. “I was gonna stay late tonight to get even more done so you don’t have to worry about them during the day.”
“Is that why my coffee was waiting on my desk this morning with my favorite kind of bagel, and like, half the work there should be?”
“There’s a chance,” you hum with a soft smile and slight tilt of your head.
“Tell you what,” he says as he gets up, leaving little space between your bodies. “You give me some files back, I’ll make us a reservation for around 8, and I stay late to help you. What kind of boss would I be if I let the best secretary do more work that she should? You should know I’m a giver.”
“Just trying to give a little back, that’s all.”
“You already do plenty of that,” he says, taking your hand in his and gently rubbing the back with his thumb. “Can we call it a date?”
“Yeah,” you say with a small smile. “It’s a date.”
Billy moves in to kiss you, but you duck your head to the side just as he stops himself.
“Later,” you whisper.
“Later,” he agrees.
You moan a deep, primal sound as Billy kisses your neck, deeply rocking into you in the empty office. You don’t have much you can grasp onto, but Billy makes sure that you are secure between him and the wall. This is the third location in his office that you’ve worked on—from his chair, then his desk, and now finally the wall, the bricks lightly scratching your bare back.
“I like stayin’ late,” he grunts, placing a hungry kiss on your lips, one hand carefully moving up your side to your breast while the other holds onto your waist with a bruising grip.
You laugh as you run your fingers through your hair. “This is more fun than what I usually do,” you sigh, nipping at his earlobe.
“I’m gonna make it better,” he breathes, putting a finger between your bodies and quickly rubbing you, making you see stars as your brain and any coherent train of though begins to quickly melt into nothingness.
“Billy . . .”
“Fuck, babygirl,” he moans as you squeeze him for everything he’s worth. “You feel so good around me like that. Your pussy’s so sensitive, huh? So sensitive from havin’ me fuck you all over my office and makin’ you cum so hard, huh? Isn’t that right, baby? You cum so good for me. Fuck.”
You have no idea how Billy is forming coherent sentences right now. Billy’s thrusts become more erratic and you scrunch his crisp white shirt that hangs wide open as he finally gets closer to his end after holding back for so long. As he works to fuck the hot ropes of his cum deep inside of you, someone kicks his door open.
“Freeze! Hands where I can see them!” a gruff voice calls, shining a light in your faces. You both halt your movements to look over, and the man puts the flashlight and gun down, looking away from your compromising position.
“Bill?” the voice asks. It’s Frank.
“Hey, man,” he responds, clearing his throat. Billy doesn’t embarrass easily, but you can tell in the dimly lit office that a little flush of embarrassment graces his cheeks.
“Hi, Frank,” you add.
“(Y/N),” he acknowledges.
“What are you doing here?” Billy asks.
“You must have accidentally called me,” he says, still not looking at you as the two of you adjust yourselves into a more presentable manner. “I picked up my phone and it sounded like you were in trouble. Now it’s clear that it very much wasn’t the case.”
“Sorry to make you rush down here like that,” Billy says.
“Don’t worry about it, brother,” he says, holstering his weapon. “So, uh, how long has this been a thing?”
“A while,” Billy says, wrapping his arm around your waist.
“Well, mazel tov,” Frank says, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll see you both later.”
Billy and you laugh after Frank leaves the office, and Billy holds your head in his hands, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“I guess that’s our cue to go to dinner,” he smiles.
“I guess so,” you say, pecking his lips.
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Characters: Frank Castle! Reader. No use of (Y/N)
Warnings: Fluff, cursing, soft!frank, very domestic!frank, if you squint dom!frank(but in the loosest way possible), smut, creampie. Reader is poc, specifically black, but it only gets referenced once and it’s not too descriptive (Frank thinks about her bonnet and soft brown skin)
😅this is my first time writing ever so be easy on me. honestly this was a very self indulgent piece. i just love the idea of a slow sunday morning w the loml
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You wake up to the sun peaking in through the blinds and a heavy weight on your chest. Slowly blinking the sleep away you peer down and see a head full on hair nuzzled in between your boobs. A soft giggle escapes past your lips. Frank always said how much he enjoys falling asleep on your “homemade pillows”.
Rolling your eyes, you aimlessly start playing with his thick hair, twirling it around your fingers and gently rubbing his scalp- quickly you stop when you feel him shuffle underneath the covers. This earns a low groan from Frank.
“Did I say stop Sweetheart?” Frank mumbles while trying to bury himself closer to your warmth.
“Good morning to you too Baby,” you crane your neck down to kiss the top of his head and continue playing with his hair, “you sleep any better last night?”
Lately Frank has been waking up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat while breathlessly scrambling for words to try to explain what happened in his dreams. One night it was terrible, he dreamt you were kidnapped and tortured until you told the masked men where Frank was hiding. Ever since that night he’s been triple checking every window, door, and lock in your apartment. Afraid that you may experience the same fate as his late family. This terrified him. So, the next best thing is to protect you. Hell, he won’t even let you go down to the block by yourself! He claims that he enjoys the fresh air but secretly you both know it’s because he wants to make sure you’re safe.
“Yeah… I actually slept all through the night,” he mumbles while tracing patterns underneath your boob. You just hum back nodding, thankful that he was able to finally catch a break and sleep. Frank will never tell you, but you know he stays up most nights just watching you sleep. He enjoys the slow rise and fall of your chest, the fidgeting you do when something exciting must be happening in your dream, the way your breath hitches when he leans down to kiss your forehead goodnight.
“You hungry for some breakfast? I’ve been thinking about french toast since I got up.”
“Hmm, babygirl you know I don’t like french toast,” he chuckles while lazily kissing your chest,” too sweet. Although, I have been thinking about something else.”
You furrow your eyebrows, “Frank it’s almost twelve. Please let’s get up, I’ll make you pancakes instead.” You try to say convincingly.
He just shakes his head and kisses your left boob, bringing his big warm hand to bring the growing nub closer to his mouth. He gently tugs on it between his teeth before sucking on it completely. You instinctively grab his hair and push him further into you- craving the feeling again. He laughs and releases your boob with a pop. The lewd sound sends shivers throughout your whole body.
“Why’re you in such a rush? It’s Sunday baby, we don’t got nothing to do today.”
You roll your eyes. “You have twenty minutes before I get hangry. So you better make it worth it.” You say breathlessly as he finds your boob again, sucking on it much harsher than before.
“Mmm, yeah, I can do twenty minutes.” As soon as he says that he untangles his body from yours and gets on top of you. Slowly he kisses from your jaw, down your neck and sucks on your collarbone. You shiver. “I want to make my pretty girl feel good. So you sit back, relax, and look pretty, okay?” Frank says as he stares deeply in your eyes before he engulfs you in a kiss. His smell showers over you- the scent of mint, teakwood, and the citrusy shampoo floods your senses.
He bites your lip softly while he grinds into your barely clothed body. You moan as he shifts his body weight to bring a hand down to trace over your curves. He always loves how reactive are to his touch. One caress and you’re basically putty in his hands. He moves his hand lower, toying with the top of your underwear. You buck your hips at his teasing. Frank kisses right above the elastic of your panties while looking in your eyes. God, those brown eyes will in fact be the death of you. Slowly he starts kissing your pussy through your underwear, before gently pulling them aside. He spits on your pussy causing you to jump at the sudden contact. You groan just wishing he would touch you already. The lord must’ve heard your prayer because he begins to lick a long strip up your pussy, tasting you. He hums and it sends shivers down your spine. He softly bites your lip before attacking your puffy clit with soft kisses and licks. You reach down pushing his head further into you, he finally takes the hint and begins sucking on your clit. His tongue doing figure eights, circles, and zig zags. It’s all too much, you can feel yourself dripping onto the bedsheets- silently cursing that you’re going to have to do laundry again soon. He continues this torture of getting you right on the brink of cumming before he slows down. This drives you absolutely insane.
“Frank please, I’m ready. I just want to feel you.” You nearly beg as he slips your panties down. The cool air sends shocks throughout your body- a stark contrast to the warmth he’s making you feel. You can’t help but moan when he sticks his long thick finger into your cunt.
“Baby you’re already so wet for me. But you know I need to stretch you with my fingers first, this tight pussy can’t handle my dick without it.” He uses his other hand to play with your nipple piercing, twisting and pulling in sync with the movement of his hand that’s deep in your cunt. You just nod and bite your lip because you know Frank won’t change his mind.
He starts moving faster, curling his two fingers hitting that spot only he can find. You grab onto his arm, fingernails digging into his skin. The sounds of your moans and wet pussy filling the air.
“Yeah there you go sweetheart. Feels good doesn’t it?” Fuck, you love when Frank talks to you like this, it only sends you further down the rabbit hole. “Tell me how good it feels,” he leans down and kisses your jaw. “Come on tell me,” he whispers as he bites your ear. He starts moving even faster, pushing a third finger in.
“Mm- i- it feels sooo good. Fuck I’m going to-“ He removes his hand from you sopping wet pussy and tsks his teeth.
“Aht, come on baby you know you’re not allowed to curse like that.” He says disapprovingly. You try to shoot him the best puppy dog eyes, pleading that he will start again.
“I didn’t mean it. Please Frankie let me cum,” you beg, bucking your hips up to attempt to meet his hand.
“Mm, you’re lucky we’re down to ten minutes or else I would’ve said no.” He smiles while taking his fingers up to your mouth, instinctively you open your lips. Tasting yourself, you swirl your tongue around his long fingers while making eye contact. He moans at the sight in front of him. “Fuck, my dirty girl. You like that huh?”
You just bring him into a kiss. His beard still wet with your juices, it causes you to moan. Passionately you grip the back of his head wanting to feel him even closer to you. Sometimes you joke about wanting to be in the same body so you’ll never feel alone, you giggle at the thought. He takes this as the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. You groan and suck on his tongue before kissing his soft lips again.
He moves to pull down his loose sweatpants- not breaking the kiss for even a second. He slaps his big dick against your slit before rubbing himself to coat him in your juices. Without warning he slowly enters, stretching your walls to the max. You claw at his back and wrap your legs around his hips. He’s not even fully in yet and already you feel like you’re on the brink of cumming. He kisses along your neck and snaps his hips to bury himself flush against yours. Frank let’s out the most pornographic moan and rocks himself in and out taking his time to allow you to adjust to his size.
“Look at that baby girl. You’re doing so well f’me. Mmyea fuck. Whose tight pussy is this hmm? Who can only fuck you like this?” He grunts in your ear as he starts slamming his hips against yours. All you can do is moan back in return. He grabs your face, “I said whose pussy is this baby?”
“It’s all your Frank. It’s all yours,” you say shakily. You move your hands to touch along his chest, feeling the soft hair and hard muscles constrict as he moves in and out. You know he’s close because his strokes are loosing rhythm and he starts to shake as he buries himself even deeper. He pulls one of your legs over his shoulder and rubs your puffy swollen clit. Your back arches off the bed and you squeeze around him. He hisses and continues to drill your hole. You can feel your wetness dripping down the inside of your thigh and it makes you even hornier. “Baby please cum for me. I want to feel you deep inside.” You barely get out as he hits your g-spot again.
“Yeah? You want me to cum in you? You want me to paint your walls with my cum baby girl?” He groans. You nod and start to pinch your nipples/ the sensation causing you to wriggle and buck your hips back to his. Franks eyes go wide, taking in the sight in front of him. He loves seeing you like this, your hair falling out your bonnet, the way the sun hits your soft brown skin, your lips slightly parted in euphoria, the way your eyebrows furrow-focused on not cumming. The sight almost sends him over the edge.
“Alright sweetheart, come on. Cum for me. Cum on this big dick. It’s all yours take it.” You whimper and clench around him. The heat in your belly rises and nearly explodes as he whispers sweetly in your ear, “come on, there you atta girl.” he coos. He sloppily kisses you as you come down from your orgasm. He starts to let up on his strokes, giving you a second to recoup before he chases his own high.
He starts panting, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. He leans in and presses his forehead against yours,” I want you to look at me with those pretty eyes while I come in this pussy, yeah?” You bite your lip and nod.
He groans and picks up the pace again. Soon you feel his dick twitch inside of you as he relentlessly pounds into you. His cum shooting deep inside of your walls. The feeling nearly makes you come again. He keeps his dick inside and lays on top of you, kissing all around your face until he reaches your lips. Right before he kisses you he says, “God I love you so much baby.”
You lay like that for awhile his dick still inside while y’all catch your breath. You rub patterns across his back as you hold him. He goes to kiss you again, but your stomach rumbles which causes the both of you to burst out in laughter.
“Oh my god, I forgot all about breakfast.” You chuckle as he removes himself from you. You sigh at the empty feeling- wishing you could stay like this all day.
He gets up smiling and lazily puts back on his pants. He checks the time on his phone, “it’s twelve forty five. Guess I took longer than twenty minutes huh?” He says cheekily as he kisses your forehead again. “Let me go get a rag for ya.”
You lay there, just taking it all in, wondering how you got so lucky with a man like Frank. He reappears and wipes gently muttering a sorry when he brushes against your sensitive clit.
“Now, let’s get up and get some breakfast my love.”
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For Keeps: Chapter Two
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x F!Reader
Summary: Matt and Frank help you forget about the traumatic night you had.
Warnings: HOO BOY. SMUT. SMUTTY SMUT. Threesome, handjobs, boys kissing, cum eating, seriously so much cum. Dirty talk, pet names, oral sex (male and female receiving), Frank being a bit of a soft dom, unprotected P in V sex (this is a fantasy, wrap your tools fools). Uh, I think that's it. I need to go to church after writing this.
Author's Note: HERE'S THE FILTH. Many thanks to @itwasthereaminuteago for helping me make this legible, and for being my horny muse. MUAH MUAH!
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Frank watched intently from the doorway as Matt took your chin in his hand and tenderly kissed you again. You arched your neck up towards him to deepen the kiss as Matt slowly climbed on top of you, then you felt the bed dip next to you as Frank sat down and scooted closer to you.
“He’s a good kisser, ain’t he?” Frank whispered.
Matt softly scraped his teeth across your bottom lip as he broke the kiss and stroked your cheek. “Mmmhhmm, yeah, he is,” you breathed out.
“There’s something else he can do with that mouth, if you’re interested. Might help you relax more,” Frank said as he gently ran his fingertips up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
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All of You
pairing: frank castle x AFAB!reader (use of fem pronouns)
summary: period sex with frank castle. that’s all there is to this
warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! pure smut, period sex, mentions of blood (obv), guided masturbation, fingering/oral (fem receiving), p in v, use of “daddy”, soft!dom/sub themes, kinda sub!space, light degradation, praise kink, spanking, breeding kink, cum play, overstimulation, somewhat use of safeword, aftercare<3
A/N: well, shit. this is nothing but 4.7k words of pure porn. enjoy, you nasty freaks! <3
“Frank,” the breathy moan leaves your lips and floats into his open mouth as he holds onto your waist and supple backside, dragging your clothed core closer to him.
His back pressed into the headboard as you straddle him, the headboard consequently thudding into the wall with each roll of your hips. Calloused fingers cling to the fabric of your shirt, moving up the space of your back as you take full control of your pleasure, completely consumed by the approaching orgasm.
“That’s it, attagirl,” he whispers into your neck. “C’mon, make yourself feel good for me.” A wet stripe paints your throat, and his lips catch on the cotton of your shirt. In his own frustration and need, he all but ripped the sleep shirt off of you, stopping you in the process.
The cool air hitting your skin brings you back down from your swirling high, and you find yourself painfully aware of your current condition as a cramp ripples through your abdomen, causing you to wince in discomfort.
“Y’okay?” Frank notices your pain, kissing your cheek in the process.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m just-” another cramp rips through your lower stomach, causing you to exhale. “I’m fine,” you try to recenter your attention.
“You sure?” His lips press into the sweet spot behind your ear, rough fingertips pulling your soft skin closer to him.
Aside from the pain, your clothed core still ached for attention, and he knew that, even if you weren’t willing to admit it. He caught the way your breath hitched as he moved lower; wet, open mouth kisses staining your exposed neck and chest, and you could only whimper in reply.
“I heard somewhere,” his voice travels further down your body as you lean back, your palms flat against his muscular thighs. “That this can help with the cramps…” He pulls himself from beneath you, and you whine at the way your clothed, sensitive nub no longer pressed against him.
Your back rests against the soft mattress as Frank crawls over you, caging you beneath him in the process. Large hands brush over the entirety of your torso, lingering over the supple flesh of your breasts and hardening nipples. You can’t help but throw your head back and moan into the air as his lips graze the delicate skin of your neck, whimpering when his teeth lightly nip and prod, leaving reddened marks in its wake.
“Fuck, Frank.” You hiss as he cups your hot core, cheeks burning as the thick cotton pad separates him from where you want him the most. He notices your hesitancy as you shimmy beneath him, resting on your elbows in defeat.
“Do you want me to stop?” Brown eyes meet you, scanning your face in concern. “I’ll stop, you just say the word, sweetheart.” A large hand cups your face, and you melt into the safe touch.
You don’t want to stop. Prior to the brief pause of Frank undressing you, you felt good- really good. Everything was intensified- each nip of at your bottom lip, each breathy groan against your neck, each rut of your cunt rubbing against his growing member- it muddled your brain to the point where all you cared about was reaching your climax.
But you’ve never gone further than using Frank’s body to reach your peak whenever you were on your period. Of course you had thought about it, about the way the stretch to fit him would burn deliciously, and how exceptionally full you would feel, but those thoughts never materialized. You were nervous the Punisher would shy away at the sight of blood.
“No,” you shake your head, whispering in defeat. “I don’t want you to stop, I’m just nervous.”
He prys himself off of you at your confession, allowing you to sit up fully and comfortably.
“What are you nervous about, sweet girl?” His hand rests along your folded knee, thumb circling the skin in gentle patterns. He waits for your response, watching as you bite your lip and curl your arms around your chest, thinking of the right words. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”
“I know.” Your lip curls into a small smile as you take in the sincerity etched along his features. “It’s just, the blood?” You’re not really sure what you’re asking, and by the looks of his furrowed brow, neither is he.
“The blood? That’s what you’re worried about?” The chuckle that leaves his lips isn’t meant to tease you, he just thought it was amusing that was your one concern. He noticed the way your lip pouted slightly and quickly adjusted his tone. “Sweetheart, it’s me. You should know I don’t care about that. Do you?” You relaxed under his tenderness as he held onto you.
You shake your head in response, shy under his watchful gaze.
“No, not really. I just know it’s not… you know… I don’t know.” Blood rushes to your cheeks as you acknowledge your nerves, growing shy after realizing you were unabashed to the idea of having sex on your period. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable, I guess.” Your heart thunders in your chest as calloused fingers trail up the lengths of your folded thighs at your confession.
“I’m not uncomfortable, sweetheart. Are you?” The rasp in his voice piques your interest, the blood rushing to your core consequently. Brown eyes bare into yours, goading a pliant response.
You could tell where this was headed, easily identifying the subtle shift in Frank’s demeanor, coaxing you into a familiar headspace and position.
“No,” a whisper leaves your lips.
“No?” He’s sat up again, inching towards you like some animal stalking its prey. Goosebumps litter your skin as his mouth leaves wet marks along your shoulder. “You’re not uncomfortable if I touch you?” Your eyes close instinctively when he finds the spot in the crook of your neck that makes you shiver. “You’re not uncomfortable if I make you cum all over my fingers?” A moan leaves your lips as his words go straight to your, now dripping, core. “Hm?” Fingertips press against the stuffed panties, eliciting a hiss from you.
“Frank?” Your vision is already blurred, blinking desperately to find his eyes.
“T’s the matter, angel?” He coos, sending butterflies fluttering throughout your entire body.
“Can I… Can I do it?” The request is meek.
“Do what, sweetheart?”
“Can I touch myself instead?” Your cheeks burn at his surprise. “For now, at least?”
He responds with a kiss; it’s sloppy, wet, and dirty, and your teeth clash together as he all but collects you in his arms. You moan into him effortlessly, loving the way he handles you with such care, even at a primal level.
Fingers hook underneath your underwear, quickly pulling them down to reveal your already throbbing pussy. He notices the way your body tenses at the sudden exposure.
“If I get some towels would that make you feel better?” The chaste kiss to your cheek soothes your nerves as you nod, signaling him to retrieve a few towels from the bathroom. He laughs at your face, scrunched in displeasure.
“Different towels?” A chuckle leaves him as he sorts through a pile, landing on some he thinks you wouldn’t mind dirtying.
Your fingers find their place in between your front teeth, nervously chewing as he arranges the bed and blankets to make you more comfortable. You weren’t really nervous about the act itself, it was the pressure to have things as clean as possible that stole your attention, yet the ache in your core grew as you crossed your legs, trying not to pay mind to your obscenely slick folds.
“You tell me to stop, we stop. Okay?” Frank faces you, tracing the backs of his fingers down the shape of your face as he waits for your permission.
“Okay.” Your smile eases his own nerves, and the taste of your lips clouds his mind.
This kiss was different- soft, meaningful, and full of trust. His tongue traced alongside of your bottom pout, easing you from your reservation, and you allow him entrance, savoring the taste of him. Your body pressed against his, relishing in the warmth of his skin, and you all but moan when he grips the flesh of your ass, the thin fabric of his boxers hardly concealing the growing muscle firm against your inner thigh.
A needy whine leaves your throat as he pulls away reluctantly, his touch still burning into your skin as he finds his place against the headboard once again.
“C’mere,” he pats the space between his spread thighs, the thumps muffled by the folded towels. He watches the warmth blossom against your cheeks as you crawl forwards, resting on your knees before facing him. “Turn around, sweet girl.” He chuckles slightly, realizing his instructions were too vague.
The solid muscles of his chest support your back as you lean against him. You’re sure he could hear the way your heart thundered behind your sternum, only faltering as his large hands ran down the length of your arms, soft kisses pressing into the crook of your neck.
“You say stop, we stop.” He repeats himself as he prys your legs open, resting against his own. You shiver as the cool air hits your hot cunt, nodding your head profusely as his touch grazes and tickles the sensitive skin of your thighs.
“Don’t stop,” you whisper desperately, your back arching as his fingers dance over the crease of your thighs, ignoring your swollen bud completely.
“This feel good, baby?” His gruff voice reverberates in your ear.
“So good,” you practically pant.
“Good,” he teases, his touch now pressing into your forearms, leading your wrist to your core. “Now make it feel even better.”
You whimper as his fingers rest above your knuckles, gently pressing into your joint to initiate circular movements. All inhibitions flew out the window as you applied the smallest amount of pressure to your sensitive clit, and Frank inhaled with you, savoring the way your shoulders press into his chest as you touch yourself, his own cock hardening against your lower back.
“There you go, sweetheart. Just like that, keep doing that,” he instructs you, keeping the loose grip around your wrist, your pulse thrumming underneath the pads of his fingers.
Squeaky moans leave your lips as Frank guides your pleasure, leading circles around your bundle of nerves. Everything was intensified- the familiar warmth that radiated throughout your body as waves of your building orgasm wash over you, the way your skin prickled as Frank breathed against you, and the slick that coated and dripped from your entrance.
“Such a good girl for me, such a good girl,” you gasp together as he sends your fingers through the entirety of your pussy, collecting and rubbing your mixture of arousal and blood over your clit. “Look at that,” you don’t have time to feel embarrassment at the hints of blood; your fingers disappear into Frank’s mouth, his tongue lapping up every trace of you. “So fuckin good, honey.” He moans onto your digits before sending them back to your clit.
You aren’t sure if it’s the complete disregard of your blood or his primal desire and need for you that makes you moan with a frown and furrowed brows. The act ignited some unearthed fire in your core, and your fingers made quick circles against your clit as he caught your whimpers in his mouth.
Your tongue noted the hints of metallic as Frank searched your mouth, desperate for any taste of you, and your hips grind on their own accord against your hand. “Frank,” you whine as your encroaching orgasm becomes more noticeable.
“T’s the matter, sweetheart?“ He goads, kissing into the side of your flushed neck.
“Feels so good, so so good,” you arch further into him.
“Yeah? Feel good playing with that pretty pussy?” His hands trace mindless patterns up your stomach and waist, reaching the roundness of your breasts. Your head falls back against him as he kneads and pulls at your chest. “Feel good when I do this?” He gently pinches your sensitive nipples, and you can’t help but cry into his neck at the sensation.
“Yes! Fuck, daddy, please!” Frank watches as your thighs clench, muscles twitching as he anticipates your orgasm, his own cock twitching against you. “Please don’t stop,” your strained voice muffled against his body.
“Awww, sweetheart, whatcha cryin’ for?” A tear falls from your lash line as he twists your hardened nipples, the stimulation becoming overwhelming as you clench around nothing. “It just feels too good?” He feels your head nod against his shoulder as you cry out.
“Please don’t stop,” you whine, your clit throbbing under your touch. “Please- oh!” Frank plunges two fingers into your dripping cunt without warning, his own need to bring you to your release overbearing. “Oh God!”
“There you go, just take it, honey.” He growls in your ear, hunched over your frame so he could easily hook his fingers into you, dragging them against the spongy flesh that causes your toes to curl. “Take it like the good girl you are.”
“Frank, I can’t!” Your fingers barely wrap around his wrist as you cry into the air, squirming as your orgasm approaches.
“You’re going to, sweetheart. You’re gonna sit here and cum for me.” The shell of your earlobe hides behind his teeth and you shudder, clenching around his fingers as they pump in and out of you.
“‘m gonna cum!” Your cries echo throughout the room, your heart thundering as Frank continues his actions. Your vision blurs as you rub harsh circles into your swollen clit, the arousal coating both yours and Frank’s fingers only adding to your pleasure.
“Attagirl,” he groans, “cum for daddy. Cum all over my fingers like a good girl.” You gasp into him, hoping to catch his lips, but he pulls away. “Wanna watch you come apart for me, angel.”
Per his request, you do. Tears blur your vision as you clench around his fingers that pound into that one spot relentlessly. Your body gives way to your orgasm, completely becoming malleable as your limbs feel like jelly.
“There you go, that’s it,” wet lips place kisses along your jaw and temple as your body spasms against his, relishing in the shocks of ecstasy. “So fuckin’ pretty like this, babydoll.”
A whimper leaves your lips as he slides his digits from your pussy, and your eyes cross as you attempt to look up at him. The breath catches in your lungs as he cleans your arousal off of them, his eyes never leaving yours.
Your lips crash into his as you wrap a lazy arm around his neck, pulling him in with desperation. Moans mix together as you taste yourself again, the mere passion and lust completely dissipating your long forgotten nerves.
“Fuck me,” you whimper, your body shaking against his chest as he chuckles at your need.
“Whoa there, you okay?” He assesses your condition- chest heaving, muscles spasming, tears pricking your eyes- before placing a kiss on your temple.
His care only lasted so long before you turned around and practically threw yourself onto him, nipping and tugging at his swollen lip with your teeth. You were merely a vessel, the desires of your flesh controlling your every thought and move. The slick arousal cooled your warm core, only adding to your incessant need.
“Fuck me, daddy.” He groaned as you punctuated your point by palming his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, and you moaned at the feel of a wet patch sticking to your palm. Your fingers brushed against his warm skin as you hook them under the elastic of his underwear, eager to be filled. “Please.”
A slap rings throughout the room as your fleshy backside ripples under his palm, your cry turning to a moan as he grabs the tender skin to soothe it. “Again,” you moan into his neck as he shuffles underneath you, ridding himself of his remaining clothes.
“You like that, huh?“ Your gasp is hidden beneath the sound of his hand meeting your ass. “Like when I treat you like a little slut, huh?” The feel of his heavy cock running through your dripping folds causes you to shudder, and you fold in on yourself as he taps your swollen clit with the tip.
“Fuck me, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Why, baby?” He teases, attempting to conceal his own moan as you glide your heat over his length. “Why do you want me to fuck you when you look so pretty like this?” His hand cups the back of your head, forcing your forehead into his. “When you look so pretty, just beggin’ for my cock, huh?”
It’s embarrassing how close you were to your orgasm, his words alone being enough to bring you over the edge.
“It feels so good, I can’t-“ your pleas are interrupted while Frank enters your aching cunt abruptly, catching the gasp that leaves your lips in his own mouth, brows furrowed in fabricated concern.
“Tell me,” one arm secures your posture, the other lightly tugging your hair to expose your neck. “Tell me how good it feels, sweetheart.” His eyes tease you as your vision crosses, the fullness of him overwhelming you.
“Baby,” you whine with a pout. “You feel so fucking good, I-“ a thrust into you causes you to falter, your eyes rolling back. Your hips move on their own, grinding down onto his length. “So big, so big, fuck!” You’re incoherent- just the way he likes it.
“Look at me, princess,” he goads. “Let me see those pretty eyes while daddy makes you feel good.”
You’re so fucked out and he had barely moved.
Everything was on fire. The way you stretched to adjust to his size, the way his teeth nipped at the skin of your neck, the way he rotated between pulling the root of your hair and pinching your aching nipples, and the way his fingers collected your arousal and blood, rubbing at the swollen bundle of nerves- it was overwhelming.
Your lungs burned with each inhale, his touch only fanning the flame.
You experimentally rut your hips against him, instantly collapsing into his chest as his cock rubs against your g spot perfectly. Fingernails dig into his muscular shoulders, and he hisses, secretly enjoying the pain.
“There you go, takin’ all of me like a good girl,” he shudders as you clench around him. “T’s like your pussy was fuckin’ made for me,” his arms wrap around your torso, drawing you impossibly closer as you grind into him relentlessly, chasing your high. “Take what you need, go on,” he encourages. “Attagirl.”
Your chests stick together and your skin burns, a sheen of sweat covering you beautifully as you roll your hips into him. He moans into you as his tongue cools the side of your neck, licking up a stray salty bead that fell from your hairline.
Your pussy clenches around him as he grabs, pinches, licks, sucks, and pulls at every inch of your body, and you can’t help but stretch your back as you lift yourself up, moaning towards the ceiling as your orgasm encroaches.
“Daddy,” you call for him, doing your best to find him through crossed eyes.
“What is it, sweet girl?”
“I’m so close.” You admit with a whine.
“I know,” he coos. “I know you are. Can feel how your pussy just needs me, huh?” His thumb runs over your lips, pulling your bottom lip down to form a pout. “You need me to help you cum, sweetheart?“
You nod as his digit disappears behind your puffy lips, your cheeks hollowed as you gently suck. Calloused fingertips hold onto the flesh of your hips, holding you steady, as he repositions himself to get a better angle, and you stop yourself from biting down as he thrusts into you.
A cacophony of moans fill the room, your pussy pulling him into you with need. He was surprised by how close he was to finishing, the new warmth and wetness from your period only emphasizing his pleasure. The sight of his cock disappearing into your drenched cunt only spurred him on even more.
“Feel good, baby?” He grunts, studying the way your face scrunches and your jaw hangs slack.
“So good,” you breathlessly admit.
You both knew you were about to reach your climax with the way your cunt squeezed around him, the combination of your grinding and his thumb pressed against your swollen clit being the tipping point.
“Frank,” you fall against him, your fingers quickly replacing his own.
“You like that, huh?” His breath tickled against your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you. “I know you do, I know you’re about to cum, aren’t you babydoll?”
You’re unable to reply with words, your slick heat and shaky moans were enough proof. Frank could feel the way your body responded to him, and he beckoned you to finish before he did, cradling your head and pulling you impossibly closer.
The new depth paired with the way your fingers circled your sensitive nub were almost too much; the nerves sending volts of electricity throughout your body as you begin to welcome your orgasm.
“Oh, there it is. There you go, cum on my cock,” his grunts were laced with exhaustion as he held you steady, continuing to draw out your pleasure, thrusting into you relentlessly. “Attagirl,” he praises through gritted teeth. “Give it to me, c’mon.”
A yelp fills the room as his hand falls hard against your ass, sending you further up his body and soaking his cock. The way you squeezed around him was enough for him to satiate his own need, and you knew by the way his cock twitched inside of your pulsing core that he was nearing the end.
“Frank,” you manage to whisper into his neck even though you were completely fucked out and melted like putty in his hands. “Cum in me.”
The request itself nearly sends Frank into a frenzy, but he had to drag this out for as long as he could.
“Yeah?” He asks with a shaky breath, eyes closed in an attempt to prolong his high. “Want me to fill that sweet pussy? Want me to fuck you so full til’ you’re spilling out?” Grunts punctuate each question. “Would my pretty baby like that?”
“Yesyesyesyesyes.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he uses you. “Wanna be your little cumslut, please,” it’s a scratchy plea. “Cum in my pussy, daddy.”
That’s all it takes for him to empty himself, filling you completely with his spend.
“Aaattagirl, takin’ my cum like a good little slut” his words fall on deaf ears as you pulse around him, unable to contain the moans, relishing in the fullness as he sloppily thrusts into you, practically molding your body into his.
“Such a good girl for me,” he rocks his hips into you at a slower, gentler pace, causing you to whimper as his pelvis hits against your swollen nub. You whine as he pulls himself from you, the cool air hitting your abused core causing you to shiver.
As quickly as he pulled himself away from you, he was just as quick to replace his cock with two fingers sliding through your slick folds.
“Look at all that,” he plays with his release, teasing it back into your hole, clicking his tongue as you arch your back and press your chest into the mattress below. “What a dirty girl. Y’like when daddy fills that pretty pussy?” You moan as he hooks his fingers into you, stroking the spongy flesh. “Y’like making a mess, don’t you? Like being treated like a cumslut, honey?” He picks up his pace, entranced by the obscene sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers, emphasizing his actions.
He wasn’t really trying to make you cum again. Hell, you barely looked coherent with your body slack against the bed, hardly propped up on your knees, but some unacknowledged need had overtaken him. You also had given yourself over to your desires, taking anything that he would give you, unknowingly driven by pure lust and desperation.
So you weren’t prepared for the way his tongue replaced his fingers, the mixture of his release and yours forced back into your dripping pussy. He moans into you, a concoction of saltiness and metallic coating his tongue as he continues to lap up the mess, the tip of his tongue barely touching your clit.
“Fuck!” You jump from the unexpected sensation, and it only spurs him on further. Lips wrap around your bud and he suckles lightly, pulling every combination of curses out of your pretty mouth.
You’re hardly coherent- the only thought that floats through your cloudy brain was to cum, even if your abused clit throbbed with every flick of Frank’s tongue. He himself had the same mission, and he swallowed every moan and drop of arousal you gave him.
He knew your body, knew you were seconds away from your third orgasm, and yet he was still surprised by the way your spent voice screamed for him, even as his fingers curled into you and he hummed around your clit.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You fall into the mattress as your orgasm takes control of your body. Your thighs squeeze together in attempts to push Frank away from your overstimulated bundle of nerves, but he holds onto your hips as he follows your body, laying flat against the bed.
“Stop! Stop stop stop!” Sobs instantaneously wrack through your body as the aftershocks take over, every muscle in your limbs trembling from exertion.
Frank’s off of you instantly, fearing he may have pushed you past your limits. Fear washes over his features as he watches the way your face presses against the pillow, your knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets, tears littering your cheeks and running down your nose.
“Hey,” he gently calls out to you, barely grazing his fingertips over your back before pulling away. “I’m here, sweetheart. You’re safe, I’m right here.” His chest tightens at your state, unsure of how to comfort you. “Am I allowed to touch you?”
You wish you could explain to him the onslaught of emotions that possessed you. Even in your own haze and exhaustion, you knew he was probably beating himself up on the inside for all the wrong reasons.
“Frank,” your outstretched arm finds his wrist, and you hoist yourself up, willing yourself into his arms. He embraces you, of course, cupping the back of your head as you rock back and forth.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers into your hair, simultaneously pulling a blanket around your shivering body.
“No,” you shake your head. “I’m okay, I promise. I’m just overwhelmed.” He looks at you with sincere eyes, grateful you felt comfortable enough to express your feelings openly and honestly. “I just love you so much,” the shaky confession pairs with tear pricked eyes as you study his face, his jaw tinted a slight shade of red.
There was no way to properly explain how much you loved him, and you didn’t have the words to articulate how loved you felt by him- he accepted you, cherished you, devoured you, even in your most vulnerable and intimate moments. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, and you think he understood you with the way his own eyes mirrored yours.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
It felt like forever and not long enough. His warmth cocooned you, relaxing you as your head rested against his shoulder. He hummed some song you recognized but couldn’t quite put the words to, your brain still fogged with feelings of bliss and ecstasy, and your eyes shut on their own accord before the familiar ache rippled through your lower abdomen.
“Shower?” Frank could tell by the way your back tensed under his touch that you were in pain, and he quickly devised a plan to help you relax. You nodded into him before hoisting yourself off, the thought of warm water soothing your muscles becoming the sole focus.
He watches as you disappear into the confines of the adjoined bathroom before quickly pulling the red stained sheets and towels off of the bed, disappearing into the dirty laundry hamper with a muted thud.
His ears perk at his name being called from behind the steady stream of water, be there in a sec, sweetheart, as he searches for fresh linens, praying you don’t notice the clashing colors of your sheets and duvet.
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Stef, my dear. I come to you bearing thots ❤️
I saw this: "keep talking shit and i'll show you the other things i can do with that mouth of yours."
And thought: Who'd I wanna talk to me like that? Frank, that's who 🫠🔥
Sorry this took so long but I finally have something!
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Frank Castle x female reader
Tags/warnings: soft Dom Frank with Sub puppy reader, wearing a collar, pet names, use of 'daddy', fingering, little bit of humiliation, oral sex (both male and female receiving), vaginal sex, aftercare.
A/n: arf arf woof bark bark. If I've tagged you and it's not your thing please ignore 😉
Since Frank had been helping Billy get Anvil up and running, all his time had been taken up with it. And all your time with him too for that matter. He was late home more often than not and although he kept promising to make it up to you, you were getting pissed off at being neglected. He was doing it for the benefit of both of you and you knew and appreciated that, but it didn't stop you from feeling jealous that his precious time wasn't being spent with you and only you. So when he arrives home so late again, you take it out on him.
"Hey honey, sorry m'late. You had a good day?"
"Like you actually give a shit." You grumble, turning and pulling away from him as he goes to give you a kiss.
"Huh, it's like that is it? You pissed at me for something?"
"Oh, you think?"
"Hey, c'mon baby, talk to me, tell me what's going on." He tries again, he never wants to be the reason that you're upset.
"Fuck off. You know exactly what it is." You snap back at him. You're far too annoyed to make an effort to articulate your feelings in a civil, adult way. It's a situation that could easily be resolved but there's a part of you that doesn't want that, you need to rage at him.
"Asshole." You hiss, pushing past him as he reaches for you.
He quickly loses patience. "Keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours."
"Whatever. Dinner's in the dog."
Frank scoffs. "Oh yeah? Funny, cos I don't remember havin' one."
You huff, folding your arms. "Might as well be me, seeing as you treat me like one, expecting me to be happy with scraps."
"Alright." Frank thinks for a second, then he scrubs his hand over his face and shakes his head. "Get your collar." He says quietly.
You can't move, those three words flip a primal switch hidden deep within your brain.
His voice rises. "Don't make me ask again.
You hurry to the bedroom and retrieve the dainty black leather collar from your underwear drawer, clutching it in your hands as you re-enter the living room. He's sitting down on the couch now, legs spread wide.
"You know what to do."
You hold the collar between your teeth and sink down to your knees. Frank beckons you to him with a crooked finger. "Come on puppy, c'mere."
You slowly crawl on all fours to him, sitting in the space between his boots looking down at the floor. You can feel his eyes on you as you wait. He takes the collar from you and you can't help making a desperate noise as he sweeps your hair out of the way to fasten it snugly around your neck, giving it a short tug.
"Whiny little puppy just needs some attention, is that it, sweetheart?
Your eyes are wide and wet as he takes hold of your chin making you look up at him. "Hm, yeah. A little less of the attitude and I'll give you what you want, huh?"
You nod slowly, you want him to scratch that submissive itch you've been craving for so badly for weeks.
"Stand up, let's take this off." He tugs at the edge of your top and you obey, lifting your arms allowing him to peel it off. He unhooks your bra, skimming his hands around your ribs to cup your breasts and you lean into his touch but he doesn't linger, trailing his fingers down to the top of your jeans unbuttoning them and yanking them down helping you lift your legs out of them.
He tugs at the waistband of your panties. "If I take these off, are you gonna promise not to make a mess?"
You whimper and nod, but you don't care, you just want him to touch you now.
He pulls them down your legs slowly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours when he notices how the crotch sticks to your cunt with how damp they are.
"Alright, get in your spot, c'mon." He commands, helping you up onto his lap. You're completely naked with your back laying on his clothed chest and your legs hooked over either side of his. Exposed.
You're so sensitive you can't keep from wriggling against him, arching as soon as he trails his fingers along the soft skin of your inner thigh to touch you, trying to clamp your thighs together around his hand but he stops you, forcing your legs apart again, and bringing wetness up from your core to draw light little circles with his fingertips around your clit.
"There you go. That's what you need ain't it?"
You're entirely at his mercy, his other arm wrapped firm around under your chest with his teasing fingers tugging at your nipples. His warm lips drag up the side of your neck and over your collar and you moan.
"Aw, you gonna yap for me, little puppy? Huh?" He increases the speed of his fingers and you feel the pressure inside you building fast, you're so embarrassingly close, just a little more and you'll-
"Ohh, oh Frankie I'm gonna-"
He stops.
"No, no please!" You choke and cry as he takes his hand away leaving your orgasm just out of reach.
"That's it, c'mon and beg for me baby, you know how I love when you do. Now what d'ya say?"
He holds you firmly as you buck against him, the fact that you can feel him hard under your ass just makes it even more frustrating.
"Please, please daddy… I'll be so good!" You whine, and he chuckles warmly into your skin bringing his fingers back where you so desperately need them.
"Yeah, can't deny my fuckin' sweet girl." He whispers low, right next to your ear and you shudder and gasp as you feel the tendrils of pleasure wrapping around the base of your spine as he touches you.
"Aw, you gonna come baby, all for me?"
He chuckles and mocks your pathetic little moans and noises, it's humiliating and you hate that it turns you on even more. Your promise to him rings through your head as it hits you but it's too late. You can't do anything to stop the floodgates from bursting open as he takes you right over the precipice, soaking his lap right through his jeans to his boxers as you come so hard, writhing and whimpering in his grasp.
Frank scoots you to the side as he looks down at the damp patch. "Oh my baby girl... can't even follow a simple order." He tuts and your face flushes with embarrassed heat as you breathe heavily through the aftershocks, twitching.
"M'sorry." Your voice comes out small and shaky.
He pulls off his shirt and then the heavy clink of his belt buckle being undone suddenly relieves you of any sense. All you want is to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue and his come down your throat.
"That's alright cos you're gonna clean up your mess ain't ya?" It's not a question. He shucks his jeans and boxers down just far enough for his thick cock to spring up, smacking against his abs. You slide onto the floor between his legs, dumb with desire, taking hold of the base as you eagerly slide your lips around him.
"Yeah, there you go sweetheart, attagirl." He watches you take him in, circling your fingers around what you can't fit. You're drooling down his cock as you suck and lick like a good pup, and Frank's making the most gorgeous sounds of encouragement for you. When he grunts and twitches against your tongue as you swirl it around the underside of his head, you know he's close. His fingers run over your shoulders and pull up your neck, hooking under the collar and pushing you down on him just enough that you start to gag a little, but no more.
"Fuck! Mmm fuck yeah… just keep doin' that princess, just keep doin' it like that…"
You put yourself to task, arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs again as Frank's hips lift up, fucking himself into your throat. All you want is to make him happy now he's here, you want to take back everything you said and the way you were acting like a brat because you know that Frank will always take care of you exactly the way you need him to. He understands and you love him for it.
He grunts low again, moaning as your fingers caress his balls. His thick fingers weave through and tighten their grip in your hair, the air leaving his lungs in short sharp bursts as his hips jerk and he spills down your throat. You swallow greedily, milking his cock with your fist until you've lapped up every drop he can give you.
"I love you." He's grinning and laughing, his head falling slack to rest on the back of the couch. "Such a fucking good girl. God damn I fucking love you baby, you know that?"
You wipe the spit off your mouth with the back of your hand and smile up at him from your sore knees. "Thank you daddy, love you too."
Frank sheds his pants and helps you up, scooping his hands under your ass and lifting you up. You curl your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist and he kisses you deeply tasting himself on your tongue as he carries you into your bedroom and throws you down on the bed.
"M'not finished with you yet." He says, and you mewl as he positions you on all fours, nudging your legs apart with his knee, settling down behind you and letting his gaze roam over your bare, wet pussy. He gently slides a finger between your folds, watching how you squirm and shy away, you've got some nerve he'll give you that.
"Shh, stay still for me, let me take care of you." You yelp as he buries his face between your legs and you pitch forward into the pillows, your moans muffled into them as he licks you right up the middle. Frank takes eating you out very seriously. He's on you until you're wailing, his nose prodding at your entrance as he tongues your clit until he's hard again, and then he teases you with the tip of his dick until you're begging again, sobbing for him to fuck you.
"Okay, okay…"
You sigh happily when he slides a finger inside you. "Christ, you're still so tight sweetheart, gonna take it slow."
He covers you, drapes himself over your body like a claim, featherlight kisses on your shoulder reminding you that he's yours too. And then you feel the immaculate burn when he grips onto your hips, lining up and slowly sheathing himself inside your needy cunt. His big, strong hands massage over your lower back trying to relax you as he pushes in the rest of the way. It's so much. He's stretching you open but making sure you're comfortable as you can be before he starts to move, and when he does your vision nearly whites out.
He fucks you like this, with your head down and your ass up in the air until you're clawing at the sheets around you and then he yanks you up by your collar, wrapping his arms around your middle, sliding his hand between your legs and zeroing in on your swollen bud of nerves.
"D-daddy- ah, uh!!"
"C'mon baby, you wanna come on my cock don't ya?"
You whine at the intensity of stimulation you're receiving, it's almost so much that you're numb. It's all you can do to dumbly nod your head, whimpers spilling from your bitten lips. On every thrust he punches so deep inside you, his skin smacking against your ass. He talks to you the whole time, playing with your clit. He doesn't mind that you're struggling to answer back, you're only able to whine as you can feel another orgasm sparking up within you fast.
"I know you want your little pussy filled, but you ain't gotta worry darlin', gonna make you feel so damn good…"
His other hand wanders up to the base of your throat, and the rough tips of his fingers stroke the edge of the collar as he applies just a touch of pressure around your neck. It's all it takes for you to start pulsing around his thrusting cock and you moan as you come together. Frank shudders behind you, holding on to you tightly, praising you constantly and reminding you that you're his good girl as he fills you with his spend.
"Goddamn, you're amazing. You okay?"
You nod, your tired body sagging back against him. He stays inside you for a little while, just holding you and kissing the side of your neck and face as he waits for you to calm down. He's so gentle with you when he pulls out, and he goes to get a washcloth to clean you up.
When that's all done you curl up with him, head resting on his chest with his hand stroking up and down your arm soothingly.
"I'm sorry I've been away from you so much, I shoulda realised sooner and there ain't any excuse. But you don't need'ta play games with me, if you need somethin' you just ask, just let me know okay?"
"I know. I'm sorry too… thank you Frankie, you always know what to do." You respond, and he kisses your forehead.
"I'll do anythin' for you sweet girl. You want me to take your collar off?"
You hum, your eyelids feel so heavy and you let them close. "Can you leave it on, please?"
Frank smiles, his fingers stroking your hair as he's kissing you softly. "You want to sleep in it, pup?"
You yawn and stretch, snuggling up to Frank's warmth. "Mmhm."
"Alright baby girl, sweet dreams."
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i think this with soft dom!frank, just trying to see how far he'll go before he snaps on you makes my brain ! ! !
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Mwahahahahaha I had so much fun with this thanks for the request, xoxoxoxo I hope you love it as much as I did! Also I know some of my followers are prob not American so I did The Most Basic lingo because we are the idiots who don’t name stuff normally like the rest of planet Earth
Kink Bingo - Topping from the Bottom
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Chubby!Beefy!Subby!Bucky, Dom nerdy afab!reader, Bucky is a sweet lil bear who wouldn’t hurt a fly but sends men into the ground on a daily basis, Frank Castle is a tired roommate, pnv!sex, overstim, pet names, teasing, creampie, disaster Bucky barnes, college!au, football player!buck, fluffy as HELL
You weren’t sure where, how, or when you ended up in this situation.
To quote the Talking Heads, “Well. How did I get here?”
Except there was no fun song about water flowing underground. There was a very sexy man staring at you in the library who had just said something. You blinked again, fiddling with your pencil. The library was dead quiet per usual.
Bucky Barnes, resident slut, face morphed into confusion, blue eyes piercing. He asked, “Uh, you okay? Did you hear me?”
You cleared your throat and spoke, “Yes, problem 15. The key to research statistics is all in the equa-“
A huge hand slid across the table to close your book. The thud made you jump. Bucky apologized, flush high on his pretty cheeks. He laughed, “No, I don’t think you caught that there, teach.” You blanched, gaping like a fish out of water.
His huge, yet soft frame leaned over the stiff stable, belly indenting against the wood. Bucky popped his dimples with a charming smile. He reiterated, “I think you’re cool— smart and witty. Even though you’re a hermit. I wanted to see if you would come to my place with the boys for some drinks this weekend.”
Your face drained of color, utterly mortified. The memories of freshman year came flooding back. You began to pack your stuff, slamming and shoving away materials. Bucky looked up at you like a kicked puppy. He grabbed your wrist, god he was a gentle giant, “Hey? What’s wrong? No pressure at all!”
You glared up at the stupidly beautiful man and tried to sound strong, but your voice cracked as you informed the ass, “You were there freshman year. Watched me puke until someone took pity. Is that what you want? Bring the lightweight loser for a punchline? Not for me, bye!”
He was there then, same house too. The O-line always passed the same ratty place down. His hair was shorter, body less beefy, less weight but Bucky watched with a sheepish look, elbowing his blonde friend. You yanked out of his grip, Barnes frantically calling after you. Dumb brute was so big it didn’t take much for him to catch up. He looked down, hand rubbing his neck. “Look. I’m not like those dick heads. I should’ve done something. I’m sorry I ever hurt you in the past.”
You stopped, giving him a look, eyes full of tears.
He made a soft noise, pulling you into a warm hug. He reaped, “Oh don’t cry, please?” You didn’t want to admit but it felt like heaven with his soft stomach and huge arms. You warbled, “I don’t know if I can trust anyone, I- I just can’t do that again.”
Bucky rubbed your back and sighed, “I’m an idiot, I offered you out the only way I know how with girls. I don’t have the best reputation.” He took a stern pause. “But I really like you. So we can do whatever you want to and I’ll be down for it.”
You looked up at him in shock, croaking, “Really?”
Bucky grinned, “Yes really.”
A year later the Talking Heads sang in your head again. 
Well, how did I get here?
Your very big, so wonderfully big, boyfriend was between your thighs. His own thighs, thickened with heavy muscle and that cute little layer of fluff quivered themselves. His cock was so hard it was purple, the leaking tip smacking his tummy. Your baby had a dick that would put porn stars to shame. Took about two weeks for you to get used to it. Beside the point, tears pricked at his wide eyes. Bucky’s hands kept their gentle grip but they shook.
He panted like a racehorse, even though you hadn’t let him fuck you yet. You got the poor thing riled up all in the library. Rubbing against him, promising pretty boys like him get to hump and fuck. You had to shove fingers down his throat to get the beefy man to hush.
Somewhere since your bittersweet beginnings, it was discovered James Buchanan Barnes was the biggest submissive, masochistic, certified freak seven-days-a-week slut. He’d made a reputation for making girls limp but the macho athlete truly loved getting ordered around.
He put the fanfiction you’d read to shame. It made everything ten times sweeter knowing your college football playing, big offensive lineman whined like a bitch when you played with his ass. All by his petite nerdy girlfriend.
You say ‘jump’, Buck is asking ‘how high’?
But currently you did want him to fuck you. You cooed, pinching at a soft love handle, “You need me now sweet baby? Can you handle it?”
He nodded in jerky motions, pleading, “Yes baby, I’ll hold it.” His pink lips trembled.
You softly held his gaze as you continued, “If you cum early that’s okay, you’ve been waiting so long. I know a slut like you can’t help it.”
Bucky barked, “No! I mean no- I’ll do it good.”
You leaned back, placing your arms on his built shoulders, pulling the brunette closer. You sighed, “You always do it good Buck.” It came across meaner than intended, your boyfriend’s jaw setting mulishly.
“Come on, come on now bear,” you urged, squeezing his traps. Bucky whined through his nose, huge hand slicking his cock with lube. You were wet enough but usually added extra lube to make everything more comfortable. Bucky let out a pained moan as he entered you. You wrapped your legs around his wide waist to usher the brunette on.
You panted as the blunt tip split your pussy open. Bucky mewled, “Mmm- you’re s-so tight.” You nodded and pressed kisses to the veins pulsing on his neck, the larger man gently lowering himself on top. He’d still get scared of ‘smushing’ you. The thick length of him speared your cunt, and then he was all the way in.
You panted and whined, gasping, “Big boyyy, oh fuck.” Bucky let out a string of unintelligible high noises, whole body shaking at the squeeze. Circling your thumbs at the sweaty base of his head you cooed, “Love that huge slutty cock of yours, mmm, can you feel how tight I am for you?”
He nodded, so overcome he’d lost control over his pitch. Castle would slam the wall from next door.
“Fuck! Babybabyohgod, can I fuck you now?”
You snickered, “I never said you couldn’t.”
He frowned at that, blues looking down in embarrassment. Baby couldn’t help but get a little stupid when his cock was involved. Bucky braced one hand next to your head, the other on your hip and drew back a bit. He watched the slide, scrunching his face in ecstasy.
Slap.
Bucky fucked back in, stuffing you tight with a lurid squelch. You moaned at the feeling of his heavy balls hitting your ass. You goaded him on further, moaning in delight at the friction. Bucky hoarsely groaned, giving you all he was good for. Which, granted, being a division one athlete can allow for a lot to give. If Buck wasn’t so sensitive.
You clawed at his brawny shoulders, crying his name, biting at lips and jaw. That cute little pouch under his chin was especially bitable. Bucky was drooling onto your tits, single-mindedly focused on fucking you. You met him thrust for thrust, rasping dirty nonsense, degrading nasty things.
Bucky whined, “Mm! Baby, oh- hah! You gotta stop, hngh, m’gonna blow.”
You rocked up into his stilled dick, shaking your head with a open-mouthed smile. You breathlessly laughed, “No way bubba, you said you’re gonna do it good. But I got it pretty boy.” You patted his stubbled cheek and writhed on his cock, rubbing your sensitive tits against his built chest.
Bucky whimpered and tucked his teary eyes into your neck, your hand curling around to scratch his scalp. He was barely moving, little thrusts as you worked yourself up and down at a brisk pace. This was your exact reason why you denied Buck’s requests to go to the gym with him.
You whined, “Fuck bear, love you, puppy packing like a stud. Stuffing my pussy so well. Shame I gotta do the work.” You got another agonized moan at that, Bucky attempting to find a rhythm. You squeezed him in warning, digging the blunt tip into your good spot. A big finger came down to swirl at your clit.
You smacked his ass, howling, “Good fucking boy!”
Tears wet your shoulder, sniveling and whining filling your left ear. You drew tighter and more frantic, screwing your eyes shut as pleasure mounted across your body. You slapped a meaty side again and hoarsely yelled Buck’s name, pussy clamping down on his throbbing cock.
He came with a warbling wail, you crying out at the same time. Bucky began to fuck again, you taking it as he pumped through the aftershocks, mewling, “Hngghhh- baaaaby- oh gooood!” You threw your head back and let him pound you, little ‘uh uh uh’ grunts forced out.
The noises were pornographic, bed creaking, Buck’s sobbing, hips slapping, and the slick sounds from your releases mixing. Bucky gasped again, the last of him cum spurting out and he collapsed half on-top of you, whimpering softly.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!,” came the inevitable angry yell of Frank, busily pounding the thin walls.
You smiled at the worn Bucky, cooing, “Did it good once again bear.” He managed to pull you two onto the side, him still sensitive and shivering from the shifting. He kissed you sweetly, blue eyes all gooey and soft. He rasped, “What have you done to me babe?”
You nuzzled his nose, pecking those pink lips. With a smirk you mused, “I don’t know, what do you think big guy?” His brows furrowed as the inevitable post-coital philosophy discussion began.
Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, David Byrne sang in your head.
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double trouble | frank castle x f!reader x matt murdock | drabble
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summary: it's always a bit of fun when you get on your knees for the both of them
warnings: dom!matt, soft!frank, m receiving oral, threesome, throat bulge, fratt gay touching????!, MEAN matthew, mean WHORE matthew, facial/cum, light impact play (yes matt is real mean here)
a/n: dedicated to mindi who said i should 'make my magic happen' and well.. here it is! it was not supposed to be that long but... alas, i got carried away. lost in the fantasy if you will 🤭
Tears threaten to stain your cheeks as Matt hovers behind you, his grip on your hair tightening as you hollow your cheeks out for Frank, taking him as deep as you can. Frank chokes back a sob as you cup his balls, stroking his shaft with one hand while your tongue swirls on his tip. “C’mon, sweetheart, just like– fuck, just like that,” he grits, looking down at you as the length of his cock disappears past your lips.
Matt’s devilish grin grows larger as he chuckles at Frank’s comment, at the way it’s an effort to force the words out. “Keep doing what you’re doing angel,” he coos, “Frank loves it. Don’t ‘ya, pretty boy?”
Frank answers him with a grunt, caressing your face as you bat your eyelashes up at him, thumb running over the contour of your jaw. His breath comes out in tiny, sharp exhales, mouth slightly parted as he loses himself at the sight of you on your knees, unable to form any coherent words.
Frank hisses as Matt’s free hand reaches for his chin, pulling him forward before his palm connects with Frank’s cheek. Matt’s voice changes instantaneously as it dips an octave, words searing the back of your neck with an authority he commands only in his red suit. “I asked you a question, Castle.”
“Huh— y-yeah, Red. Yeah.” Your eyes roll back as Frank cups your cheeks with both hands, fingers resting behind your ears. He thrusts into your mouth, groaning as he stretches you out, hitting the back of your throat with ease. “You take it so… fuckin’ well, pretty girl. Makin’ me feel like I could cum down your throat already…”
Matt presses a kiss to your temple, relishing in the thick scent of your arousal coating his tongue, the steady pace of Frank’s heartbeat echoing in his ears. His lips brush past your face, smile curling against your ear. “Doing so good, sweetheart,” he purrs, “no one does it like you.” He straightens his back, fisting his cock as he moves in front of you, nudging Frank to the side as he beckons you with his fingers. “My turn.”
Frank shudders as he slips out of your mouth with a pop, wiping absentmindedly at the string of saliva still connecting you to him. Matt’s abs tense as you seal your mouth around his cock, his control over the two of you lapsing momentarily as the wetness and warmth of your mouth threatens to take him over the edge in a heartbeat. You get to work, head bobbing up and down his length, stopping only to flatten your tongue at the base of his dick, before retracting to suck on his sensitive, fat head.
Frank, somehow painfully harder than before, chokes out a moan as your hand moves along his spit-slick shaft, stroking him languidly. He reaches down to grab your ass, kneading your flesh in his large hand, spreading you open with the hopes of tracing his fingers in your slick. “Obedient lil’ thing, aren’t ‘ya?”
Matt takes your hand away from Frank’s cock, interlacing your fingers with his before flattening your palm against his abs, moving it in short strokes so you can feel every bit of hard muscle flex underneath. He knows how much his abs turn you on, how it makes you squirm when you feel them go taut with pleasure. In an instant, he smacks Frank’s wandering hand away, scowling at the scent of your arousal coating his fingertips in an angelic sheen. As your eyes flutter shut, focusing on Matt and not the dull ache in your jaw, Frank yelps, staggering backwards a step.
You look to your right, at the sound of Frank’s shaky breath, at the sound of the whimpers coming from his mouth. Frank Castle, the big bad Punisher, trembling?
Oh.
Your knees go weak as you see Matt, hand enclosed around Frank’s cock, listening to the pounding in Frank’s chest as he squeezes. Frank twitches underneath his grip, hands curling into fists as he’s not sure where to put them, not sure how to beg for Matt to let go.
“You touch her when I say you can, you got it?” Matt growls, relaxing his grip only to card his fingers through your hair.
Frank nods, pressing his lips together as he loosens a heavy breath. “I’ve permission to jerk m’self, Red? Gettin’ unbearable here.”
Matt runs his tongue over his teeth, eyebrows furrowing as he contemplates being nice for a second. He gives Frank his answer without further thought. “You may.”
As Frank starts to fuck his hand, thumb smearing the precum leaking from his tip, Matt tilts his chin down to flash you the sweetest smile, adoration glinting in his words as he begins to thrust into your mouth. “You can take it deeper than that, angel, I know you can. You’re such a good girl for us.”
You don’t care about the spit dribbling out the sides of your mouth, or the way you intermittently gag as Matt’s cock somehow reaches impossibly further with every snap of his hips. Your eagerness is their undoing, because Matt takes Frank’s hand to place it on your neck, calloused fingers brushing against the column of your throat.
It’s at this gesture that your pussy floods, thighs becoming sticky, and even more so as Matt’s words drip with honeyed venom. “Feel how deep she’s taking me, Castle?”
You know Matt’s maneuvered Frank’s fingertips to locate the bulge in your throat, because Frank swallows thickly, only able to nod in agreement.
Matt bares his teeth as he scrapes the back of your throat. “Think you could fuck her pretty mouth the same way I can, hm?”
Frank’s nostrils merely flare, a meagre response.
Matt offers him a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, didn’t think so.”
With a half-hearted moan you push them to face each other, bringing them as close to your face as possible. You position yourself underneath them, stabilising yourself with one hand each wrapped around the base of their throbbing erections. You take turns deepthroating them, mouth swapping from cock to cock, revelling in the almost-pornographic sounds tumbling from their lips. Angling them even closer together, so close their thighs are pressed against each other, you focus on jerking them with the lightest of wrist flicks. As you keep their pleasure going with your hands, your mouth moves to suck on their balls, taking them both into your mouth as gently as possible.
The noises turn from grunts into groans, praises into curses, dirty nothings into prayer. Admissions of ‘Sweetheart, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck’ and your name whispered like a mantra spur you on to go further, to see what other noises you can draw from them.
You’re licking both their cocks now, pressing them against each other, tongue flattening across both shafts, making its way up to lick idle circles on their leaking heads.
Then, as if something’s possessed you, something that desperately wants to give and give and give, you take both of them in your mouth at the same time. Matt tips his head back with a howl, Frank reaches for your hair to find purchase – anything he can grab onto – but you ignore their stutters, their sobs of gratification.
It comes out weakly from the back of his throat.
“Baby…” Frank moans, hips bucking forward into your mouth, rubbing senselessly against Matt on your tongue. You look up at him innocently – well, as innocent as you can with two cocks in your mouth.
Matt pants in between his words, threading his fingers through the crown of your hair. “Frank’s gonna cum, and so am I. You get that pretty face of yours ready, okay angel?”
The tears sting your eyes as you nod, each of your hands resting on the plane of their stomachs, lips stretching large to fit them in as best as you can. It’s sweet agony, blowing them like this, but relief sets in as they pull out with a groan, hips rutting as their cum spills onto your face in thick, messy ropes. It’s warm as it coats your skin, the salty taste of it evident on your outstretched tongue.
It’s a wordless exchange as they cum harder than they ever have… on their favourite canvas, on the one place they haven’t released on yet.
Until now.
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