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celestialspecial · 11 months

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Blood Rush

Warnings: Mentions of Blood/ 18+ themes

The pounding beat of the music seemed to reverberate down to the earths mantle. An intense light show swam across the crowd lighting them up in vivid reds and blues, purple tones intermingling on the dance floor.

The entire club was packed to the gills, heat, sweat, and sounds drowned together in one large overwhelming assortment. The entire establishment felt like it was shaking down to its foundation from the pounding bass.

So many warm bodies all in one place. Billy let his eyes close as he leaned over the side of the railing looking down at the crowd. If he focused he could pick out conversations going on all around him.

He didn’t need to strain, no, to their human ears they had to yell. His pale hands gripped the metal pole tighter as he sniffed into the heavy air. Filled with so many different fragrances. Perfumes, sweat, the stench of sex even emanated from a few of the private vip booths.

A lilting soft scent wafted over his nostrils. It was airy, sweet but not overpowering. Whatever it was had his mouth watering. It was blood. But not just any.

He let his sixth sense drift outwards, hoping to pinpoint exactly where the smell was coming from. Ignoring the ache in his stomach, hungering for whatever delicious morsel was unknowingly going to become his next meal.

The next song started and the strobe lights flickered over the packed interior. He could feel the pulse from the DJ booth, the whole floor felt like it was moving as people jumped up and down.

In his earlier days this place would’ve drove him mad. The bursting colors, unconfined smells, the droning music. And the thirst for blood. He would’ve gone mad.

Now it was the only place he could zone out. Far removed from reality. The one place he could fade into the background and pretend. Pretend he wasn’t what he was.

You could feel the buzz start to wear off as you downed your next glass of water, the sweat streaking across your forehead. You brushed at the strands stuck to your face in a futile attempt to cool down.

You could see some of your girl friends still out on the dance floor, the vodka had in fact, helped them dance better. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous penis headbands two of the them wore.

Then Cassie in her short white dress with a ridiculously large sash starting “Same Dick Forever.” The micro veil now very askew on her head.

“…and three waters please.” You smiled at the bartender. You were doing your best to be the mom friend by drinking less but you knew there was no way to get the group back to their respective apartments if you had to drag them.

Another surge of that intoxicating scent rose up from beneath him, this time a little stronger. It had Billy, craning his neck this way and that searching for its source.

Outlined in his enhanced periphery he could see another two or so vamps sniffing into the air as well. Red eyes threading through the crowd greedily.

I don’t think so.

This catch was his. If only he could find them.

“Awwww is this for me?!” Izzy slurred taking the water from your hand. You watched half of it spill onto the dance floor as she regained her balance from holding the cup.

“Yes. Waters all around! Drink up!” Passing the other cups out to your friends and watching them sip something non-alcoholic.

You couldn’t help but giggle, smacking a palm to your forehead as Cassie took a long swig then made a face, realizing it was actually just water.

“What gives?!”

“It’s 3 am, and I promised your fiancé I’d have you home. In one piece.” You emphasized the last part, knowing that would get Cassie to relent.

“Ughhhhh fine.” But she was smiling, her eyes still significantly glazed.

“Alright, bathroom break then one more dance until our Uber is here.” You corralled them off to the side as you whipped out your phone, scanning the latest price increase from Uber and Lyft.

It was more than you wanted to pay but you needed to go home, and there were so many people leaving the clubs right now.

After hitting confirm you could feel it. A cold pin prick crawling up your spine. A quick glance around and you realized no one was touching you, but it felt like it.

All you could see were groups of people dancing as magenta light poured over the establishment in waves. No one.

Izzy said something to Meg and Cassie chuckled but it was all muffled to you. A loud pounding in your ears, your heart rate kicking up a notch.

What the-?

Then you looked up to the balcony where the vip booths and other dancing patrons occupied. A man was staring down at you.

Black eyes and raven hair. Pale skin that absorbed whatever new flash of color the strobe lights were sending out. He didn’t blink as you continued to stare at him.

He was handsome. Not the usual handsome you liked, but a cold almost threatening kind. Jaw set on edge and slicked back hair, almost too uniform to be in a club.

The discomfort in your chest growing with each second neither of you looked away. You swallowed thickly, pushing your sweat drenched hair aside, praying a cool wind from one of the fans would wipe away the cold sweat gathering on your skin.

His nostrils flared and you stumbled backwards, knocking into Izzy and the rest of her untouched water toppled to the floor.

“Hey! What gives?”

“We need to leave now.”

“Why?” Cassie asked, sobering slightly at the hint of panic in your voice.

“There’s a man up there watching us.” You turned to point but he was gone. You brows drew together. “What the fuck?”

“Oooooookay. How many shots did you do while getting us waters?” Cassie giggled, nudging you with her shoulder.

“None I swear, I just-“ a small beep from your phone rang out, “driver is now arriving. Ok guys, we gotta get out of here.”

It was no small task getting the rest of the bachelorette party out, more like herding cats, but you did it as quickly as possible sparing a few extra glances over your shoulder in the process.

Billy had pushed away from the railing and was descending the curved stairs down to the first floor. The second he’d spied the girl below he knew it had been her he’d smelled.

Was he planning to kill her? Suck the blood from her body like he originally intended? Why did he feel like that was no longer an option?

Her wide eyes had pinned him to the spot, and an arousal grew within him, the feeling he got when a hot meal was within reach and something else. Something that brought him pause.

The other vamps hadn’t located the exact scent yet so he needed to move before they noticed him gone. There was something delectable about whatever blood ran through that girls veins.

Untainted, pure. Not pure in the traditional sense of white dresses and sacrifices to volcanos, but something deeper. Bloodlines dating back centuries could give off smells unlike anything else.

Reaching out Billy could practically hear her thrumming pulse calling to him through the darkened club. He licked his lips imagining sinking his fangs into that soft skin, her scent overwhelming him.

Drinking deep, that lifeblood coating his tongue. There were so many vital arteries he could choose from. He ached to bite into her thigh, tasting the sweat on her skin in the process.

A roiling in his stomach set him on edge, only this time it wasn’t from hunger.

Some bouncer pushed past him, shouldering Billy to the side and for the first time since he was turned, Billy stumbled.

Catching the wall only at the last moment. Placing a steadying hand on the bricks to his side, leaning against the cool stone.

A hand shot to his forehead as he felt a shooting pain streak across his vision.

What in hells name?

The Uber pulled up as best it could to the crowded sidewalk. A Prius, way smaller than the picture had looked on the screen of your phone.

Izzy tripped on the curb sliding into the backseat followed closely by a hiccuping Meg. Cassie grabbed the passenger’s side door before stopping.

“Wait, there’s not enough room.” She squinted into the vehicle. You licked your lips, begging your brain to think of another plan.

“Sorry ladies, my cup holder doesn’t go up in the back. Damn things stuck, supposed to get it looked at next week.”

The man gestured to the back seat where sure enough the cup holder had dropped into where a middle seat should be.

“We can wait for another one.” Cassie suggested, hand beginning to loosen on the door handle.

It was late and if you waited any longer it’d be $300 for any type of transport and be over an hour wait.

“You guys go. I’ll get the next one.” You didn’t want to, but you were the only one sober enough to use the app and the streets were busy enough while you waited for your ride.

“Are you sure?” She looked hesitant, Izzy was already passed out asleep in the backseat.

“Yes, go. Tell Dan he’s welcome.” You tried to smile reassuringly but it felt forced.

Cassie noted the struggle in your voice but before she could push back, you opened the door and gently nudged her inside.

“Text me when you get home!” She shouted through the lowered window as the car pulled away.

Shit.

Your fingers felt stiff as you tried desperately to find another rideshare, hell you’d pay through the nose for a cab at this point.

Then you felt it again. That icy sensation tingling along your spine and up your neck.

Whirling around all you could see was throngs of people rushing past into cabs, or onto the next bar that was open.

A swirling mass of coats, hats, vibrant clothes in the hustle and bustle and then a flash of white. A pale face. A familiar face.

The man who’d been looking down at you from the club. People moved in and out, obscuring your vision of him but there he stood.

You willed your feet to move, but your body betrayed you in every sense of the word. Run. Move. Anything.

He was moving towards you now, each movement fluid and calculated. Why hadn’t you just shoved yourself into that damn car with your friends?

What had possessed you to just…not get in?

Somehow the neurons in your body started firing again and you were able to turn tail and run. Bolting as fast as you could down the sidewalk. Weaving in and out of groups of people.

Where the hell were you going? It didn’t matter, you just needed to move. To get out of there as fast as possible. Your sneakers splashing through a puddle as you rounded a corner.

A small convenience stores lights called to you from just a little ways away. You could get in there and call for help. Call the police.

Your arm began reaching out even before you could realistically grab the door handle. Fingers stretching, so close!

Then a hand shot out, grasping your wrist and tugging you into the dark alley to the side. You tripped over your own feet, tumbling to the ground, skirt catching on the rusted edge of a dumpster.

The vice remained on your arm, but now laughter accompanied it.

“Well aren’t you a sweet little thing?” A large hulking man hovered over you, bald, with a stained shirt, beady eyes that seemed to glint red in the moonlight. He smelled sour, a thumping in your chest increased.

As if he could hear the uptick in your heart rate he chuckled to himself. Sniffing the air, bear paw of a hand holding you tightly.

“You smell delicious.” You shuddered understanding the implications, tugging your wrist even though it was futile.

“Let me go!” You screamed even though you were sure no one could hear you.

“Not a chance precious.” He grinned, an evil look danced across his face, mouth parting and then you could see two glimmering white fangs. Elongating before your very eyes.

Then you knew this was it. It was over. You wouldn’t get to see Cassie get married, see Izzy get her graduate degree, you’d never buy your own house or settle down yourself.

Your eyes squeezed shut waiting for the end. But then you heard a shout and suddenly your wrist was freed and the man before you was rolling across the pavement.

His own attacker on top of him, the sounds of a scuffle and tearing flesh.

You crawled off to the side, your fingers felt numb against the cold pavement. You could hear the brawl happening to the side of you but you tried to ignore it.

Instead attempting to lift your body up, willing your knees to stop shaking so you could stand. So you could run.

A shout rang out, bouncing off the enclosed space and the bald man stumbled back a few paces. A huge hand grasping the side of his neck where blood was shooting out in spurts.

That ice water chill shot through your veins once more, the dark haired man stood back facing you, panting. His shoulders rising and falling underneath his stained hoodie.

The other man, no- vampire, pulled back eyes darting to yours.

Narrowed as if second thinking his retreat but the snarl that came from your protector-reassured the idea that leaving was the best idea.

The words froze in your mouth, was thank you enough? Could you even form a coherent thought right now? Heart still racing.

The dark haired man looked back at you and the shudder that ran through your body nearly knocked you back to the ground.

Blood soaked the front of his sweatshirt and smeared along his mouth. A mouth that held two sharp canines, equally covered in red.

His eyes looked wild, scratches marred his clothing from the fight. A lump in your throat tightened watching the drop of blood drip from his mouth into a puddle at his feet.

You felt along the wall to your side, desperate to stabilize yourself and begin running again.

You weren't sure how, maybe he could read thoughts, you'd never met a vampire before. But he was on you in less than a blink.

His hands gripped your biceps, pushing your back into the wall behind you. His eyes were so black you couldn’t see the pupil, but when the light caught on them from a passing cars headlights you swore they were red.

Your body was frozen to the spot, limp in his grasp.

“Why do you smell so goddamn good?” He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, snarling against the heated skin.

His scruff scraping against you, his tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up the column of your throat.

The noise that escaped your mouth must have pleased him, because you could feel him muffle a sound of amusement against you.

Billy had been a vampire for so long now, years of practice controlling his hunger and urges but this girl seemed to unravel all that.

If he’d been newly turned he would’ve torn into her throat without a second thought. Allowing the hot blood to flow unencumbered into his mouth.

It took almost all his control to not just bite and drink all that he could. Pulling back, his once slicked back hair now falling into his face.

Framing his pale skin and dark blood red eyes, fangs protruding as he huffed a laugh at her expression. He must’ve been quite a sight. Torn from the pages of horror comics.

Her heart was thundering in her chest, those gorgeous eyes wide and beautiful full lips parted in fear but, hell, what would they look like parted in ecstasy?

Billy could feel his pants becoming tighter just at the thought. No. He needed a taste. Something to whet his appetite, nothing lethal.

His thumbs rubbed at the exposed skin on her arms where he held her firmly in place.

“Please let me go.” She stammered, it was soft, pleading. It tugged at a long forgotten part of him that remained from his time as a human.

It almost worked.

“No I can’t do that. Not yet.”

Leaning in Billy kissed the side of your neck. Sucking a long slow spot where your shoulder met in a delicate crease. Another delicately placed kiss to the clavicle, working his way up to nip at your ear.

Your treasonous body relaxed into his grasp, turning to soft putty under those strong hands that still held you in place.

His eyes fell shut, smothering a groan against your skin as he could smell your own arousal dampening between your legs.

Why was this girl making things so much harder for him?

Some vampires chased their prey, claiming the fear and adrenaline pumping through their victims bodies was the closest they could get to a high they had experienced as humans.

Billy disagreed. Pleasure tasted so much sweeter than fear. That metallic tang was pleasant when you were a newbie. A fresh kill that had you feeling dangerous and all powerful.

But desire? Lust? There was no comparison. It trumped all other emotions flooding the system when he fed. It made him feel truly alive and lulled his generous donors into a blissful relaxed state.

In a swift movement, he had your hands pinned overhead. Holding them tight against the brick wall. He was so close to you now, his breath scattered the few stray strands of hair that had fallen over your shoulder.

A strong muscled leg inched between your own, spreading them apart millimeter by millimeter. You bit your bottom lip so hard it drew blood.

Dark eyes immediately darted to your face, sniffing the air once. All while keeping both your hands pinned with his inhuman strength, the other hand drifting to capture your chin.

Holding it in place before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. You cursed yourself as shockwaves of pleasure soared through your bloodstream. Both of you moaning at the sudden sensations.

“Are you going to kill me?”

The man before you pulled back at that. Eyes that had been fixed on your lips now lazily drifting over the rest of your face before making contact with your own.

His thumb grazed your lip that was now swollen from where he’d sucked the rivulet of blood free.

“No.” He paused, as if to say something else but then thought better of it. At that you felt your body relax, sinking against his raised leg.

His knee rose further up, pressing into you firmly enough you gasped at the contact. He bounced it higher, your sneakers scraping desperate for purchase onto the ground, but they no longer made contact .

“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to have some fun with you.”

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andaniellight · 2 years

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Matt, obviously hears it: Frank.

Can’t get rid of this incorrect correct meme dialogue from months ago, so here it is.

ID: Short comic of Matt Murdock and Frank Castle illustrated in 3 panels. On the first panel, Matt Murdock, in his red devil suit, is talking to Foggy by phone and tries to comfort his best friend by saying, “Yeah, Foggy. I don’t think we can mansplain and malewife our ways here...” to which then Frank, below that panel, is observing (and listening to) Matt (very intently) with the most exhausted face because he hasn’t slept for days. On the last panel, in a determined dazed state, Frank mumbles to himself in a sleepy response to Matt’s conversation with Foggy, “Manslaughter it is.” End of ID.

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yourloverfromthepast · 2 years

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Y/n: I think I'm gay

Y/n:

Y/n: Yeah, I am definitely gay

Frank: Uuuuhm...excuse me, kind of sad, confused and extremely worried boyfriend over here!

Y/n: Oh, no babe! I am so sorry, I didn't mean gay gay. I just think I'm bi

David: Stay the fuck away from Sarah

Y/n: I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING-

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starsm00n · 3 months

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Is he a scary man covered in blood? Or is he my baby girl? Spot the difference

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thirstybitchs · 8 months

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…. Do I even need to say their names?

#matt murdock #frank castle #foggy nelson #daredevil #punisher #marvel

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ramslum · 4 months

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a secret santa gift for a friend eheh

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iwannabesawtrapped · 1 year

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just another day of calling big murder men "babygirl"

#doc ock #otto octavius #green goblin #norman osborn #harry osborn #erik killmonger #n’jadaka #frank castle #the punisher #matt murdock #daredevil #mcu namor #king namor #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel incorrect quotes

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devilsmaydare · 1 month

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doing some doodling and experimenting

#daredevil #the punisher #matt murdock #frank castle #marvel #marvel comics #616 #fanart #art #fratt #frankmatt #i dont like how i drew frank here but im figuring it out. and this style in general out......

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moronicromantic · 2 years

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“english isn’t my first language sorry for any mistakes” —proceeds to write the most beautiful work of art ever created with grammar ten times better than an english professor

#if an author says english isn’t their first language #that’s how you KNOW it’s good #the punisher #the darkling #logan delos #daredevil #marvel #harry potter #criminal minds #spiderman #remus lupin #sirius black #spencer reid #peter parker #billy russo #aaron hotchner

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celestialspecial · 1 year

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Unholy

Devil!BillyRusso x Angel! Female Reader

They say all is revealed in death, but that's just not true. How did this path choose you? And why did you find yourself undeniably drawn to the beacon of sin himself?

Warnings: [18+] unprotected sex, smut, oral (female receiving), sacrilegious acts in a church{oops}, dirty talk, religious mentions

Song List Unholy- {obviously} by Sam Smith/Kim Petras The Devil is a Gentleman by Merci Raines 1121 by Halsey

The heavens had opened up and rain poured in heavy sheets across the bustling streets of the city. It didn’t delay the chaos of humanity, only dwindled it for a moment.

Thunder boomed in perfect tandem with the downpour, loud enough to rattle windows and set off a few car alarms. Darkness moved in, encasing the streets in night with only the streetlights glimmering off fallen raindrops.

It came in as it always does slowly, etching inch by inky inch in nightfall until everything was cloaked in it. As if the sun had never been up at all.

Everyone seemed to move fast around you. Hurrying home. Hurrying to the store. Hurrying….just hurrying. But not you.

You moved slowly, delicately, umbrella up, but the rain wouldn’t touch you even without it. Not that anyone would notice, in all their hurrying. A pristine cream colored coat over an equally clean dress.

Your boots splashed up water as you crossed the street, weaving in and out of people covering their heads with newspapers and hoods. A speck of light in a dark cloud.

Then you felt it. A crack of thunder louder than the last that had dogs barking and children crying out. Forks of lightning illuminated the bleak sky for a second.

Casting a vibrant silhouette over the sidewalk of the church before you. Flying buttresses scaling upwards to the sky. Steeples demanding notice and carved gargoyles and creatures of other worlds climbing the exterior.

As the storm seemed to worsen around you and the sidewalks emptied you sought respite in the opulent building before you. Drawn to it in a way, not to escape the rain, but to explore further.

The door creaked loudly as you pushed it open, falling closed behind you with a boom that echoed inside the expansive interior. High vaulted ceilings and ornate carvings surrounded you.

The massive church was empty. The only source of light coming from the offering candles that flickered dimly on either side of the aisles and the occasional burst of light from the sky outside.

Followed quickly by loud claps of thunder. You’d often count to see how far away the thunder and lightning were from each other but now it didn’t matter,they were perfectly matched.

The storm was above you in its entirety. Closing your umbrella and setting the drenched object off to the side as you moved further into the cathedral.

Not a soul in sight and yet you could almost hear the haunting and rhythmic vocalizations of a gothic choir. Your footsteps echoed as you moved up the aisle.

You found solace in these places of worship. Before your death and ever more now. You thought when you’d become an angel you’d be surrounded by holy light at all times.

That wasn’t the case. As made apparent by the ever brimming darkness the ebbed and flowed around you now. Only at certain times did that ethereal essence choose to shine.

Because if being a human was complicated, being THIS was even more so.

Your footfalls reverberated on the stones beneath you. Bouncing off the walls and filling the quiet space in between booms of thunder. Moving upwards through the nave of the church.

Another crack of lightning flooded the room with light and you realized then that you were fact, not alone.

A dark figure stood at the apse, turned away from you. Hands resting on what looked to be the altar. As darkness descended again you had to squint to even make out if it had only been a trick of the light.

You knew it hadn’t been. You intuition said otherwise.

“Are you even supposed to be here?” You called out. Stepping forward another few paces. The figure didn’t move. You could feel the floor seem to shake as the storm continued on outside.

As you got closer you could see the shape of a man come into form more clearly. Shoulders shaking. Crying? No. Silent laughter.

You didn’t need confirmation but when the next flash of light flooded the cathedral you saw the crawling shadow creeping down the nave towards your feet. A figure of a man, with horns and a pointed tail.

As darkness dashed over once more you gasped as the man had turned and moved just a foot before you in less time than it took the lightning to pass. Inhumanly fast. But of course, what else would you expect from the devil himself?

“Darling, it’s been too long. Is that what you’d call a welcome?” He snapped his fingers and a new chorus of offering lights that hadn’t been previously lit sparked up around you.

Casting an eerie reddish orange glow, but now he came more fully into view. Towering over you, slicked back hair the color of oil with the same amount of shine. Eyes so dark and deep you swore you could feel yourself choke for air attempting to escape them.

An inky suit, cleanly pressed with a stiff collar and matching black tie. Leather gloves affixed to his hands and disappearing beneath his sleeves. Pale skin that stood out against his jet colored shirt.

The only color on him was a blood red pocket square on his suit jacket. Your eyes immediately drawn to it. To escape his all encompassing and severe gaze. How he felt to be everywhere all at once was unnerving.

No horns or tail to be seen. To the untrained eye he was just a devilishly handsome man, and nothing more. But you knew better.

“You shouldn’t be here Billy.” The devil had no place in a church. This was your domain. A place for the downtrodden and weary, so you could keep them safe.

The corner of his mouth ticked up, brows furrowing in mock thought as he studied you. Undressed you with his ebony eyes, as he swiped a leather covered thumb over his bottom lip.

“Am I not also allowed to marvel in this place and all its…beauty?”

The last word came out clipped, succinct. As if he wasn’t sure that was the word he had intended to use from the beginning.

“Was it truly this place or something else?” You felt emboldened by his mockery. You’d expected this afterlife to be a stark contrast to your humanity but still you felt your heart race, cheeks gone ruddy. You still had so much left to learn.

His eyes beamed at you and your smart remark. Another fork of lightning struck the sky and his raven eyes glowed in a soul sinking hue of red. When the cool blackness descended again he was no longer in front of you.

Your eyes scanned the surrounding area looking for any sign of his demonic specter. Sure enough you saw him, returned to his spot at the altar, only this time on the opposite side facing you.

He ran a gloved hand along the stone slab as he moved from one side to the other. Stopping to pick up the golden goblet at the end turning it over in his hands, examining it.

“You know, back in the day these used to be made of real gold. And the wine? Well it was far better than what’s passing for drink nowadays.” He drifted his fingers over the top of the goblet and lifted it to his lips, drinking something from within.

“Why did you summon me here, Billy?” The slurping sound he made before discarding the cup to the ground with a loud metallic thunk, was downright filthy. And you’d be lying if you didn’t feel a tremor in your knees at it.

“Sweetheart, we’re of two different factions. I can’t summon you to do anything.” He was right. But the pull you felt towards him, well, it felt easier to stomach when the blame was placed on him and not you feeling drawn to a demon of your own accord.

“Do they not call you the king of lies?” You moved up the rest of the nave and towards the apse where he now resided. Picking up the empty chalice as you went. Placing it off to the side on a small table. “A throne carved for you made of greed and avarice. A heart black as night and a wicked tongue?”

He leaned forward on the altar, resting an elbow to prop up his chin whilst looking in your eyes.

“If you’re curious about my tongue, you need only ask.”

You wanted to be disgusted. You truly did. You wished for it, but when it only sent shivers of pleasure through your body. To imagine him feasting upon you…

“I’ll ask you to leave once more.” Where was your ferocity, that angelic illumination that was supposed to draw forth from you and scare off all abominations? You willed it forward, but it did not come.

He pushed back, leaving one hand on the stone, tracing a finger over a few choice grooves that stood out.

“And if I had come here with a purpose? What then?” Was this…truth? Coming from the king of hell itself?

“What purpose would that be?”

“To see you.”

You blanched at that. Uncertain if he was telling you the truth, yet in your soul you could feel it. Feel him. It frightened you. An angel was not meant to commune with the devil let alone…feel things for him. Let alone, mutual things.

“To see me?” You questioned, moving up to the opposite side of the altar, letting your own hands rest along the smooth cool stone.

His bowed head slowly raised, until your gazes were locked. Whatever breath had been left in your lungs was gone. You weren’t sure, but was that a look of hesitation in those once stark cold eyes of his?

The devil was demanding and sin incarnate and yet before you he looked a man, a man showing …humanity.

“Yes.”

While every fiber of your being wanted to scream against it, you watched as if by design, your own hand reach across the carved stone and take his gloved hand in yours.

Feeling his fingers twine against yours felt so right and yet so bad at the same time. Everything inside your head begged you to stop and yet your soul craved more. So much more.

Without letting go of your hand he walked around the edge of the surface coming to rest on your side. So close to you. Too close to you. He smelled decadent and the heat radiating off of him was, ungodly.

You’d just opened your mouth to list all the reasons why this couldn’t, No shouldn’t happen but it was cut short by him lifting you from the ground and seating you on the altar above him.

Knees splaying open, the perfect space for him to stand between them. Firm hands resting on your hips, toying with the sides of your dress. Edging it up higher and higher.

You gasped, hands on his shoulders pushing him back. Wide eyes meeting his, your lips parted, a ragged breath just barely getting past your mouth. He surged forward capturing your lips against his.

If this is what hell felt like, what they taught in church was wrong. You’d trade heaven for this every time. Searing lips, and skilled tongue working you over and over until you felt dizzy. Mouths meeting and clamoring to see who’d devour who first.

As he pulled away you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, biting enough to draw a rivulet of blood and when your eyes met his once more they were filled with hellfire.

Before he could move towards you again you leaned back, elbows falling to rest against the cold slab.

“Billy! We can’t. I- can’t…” the gravity of the situation dawning on you as another rumble of thunder resonated throughout the dark empty chamber.

His gloved hand came up to rest against your cheek softly, tenderly. It was disconcerting how tender it felt. Thumb rubbing against your ruddy cheek, soothing the hiccup of anguish that threatened to spill from you.

“You’ve not been an angel for a long time, trust me it gets old.”

At that Billy fell to his knees before you, pushing the last inch or so of your dress up around your waist and sinking his tongue into you so deeply that your scream drowned out the next roar of thunder.

He was outside of you, then in you, then he was you, in quick succession. Pleasure surged, wracking your body wave after wave. The heat of his mouth tasting you, lapping each delicious drop fervently.

You dragged your fingers through his slicked back hair, messing it up, gripping it forcefully. Half wishing he did have his horns so you could grasp them while riding his face.

Your moans grew louder and louder, echoing off the cavernous walls. The stained glass figures all staring down at the sinful act occurring on their sacred altar. You felt yourself at the precipice, burning in your stomach begging for release.

His tongue circled your clit forcefully then his dirty lips found your center and sucked. You couldn’t remember when one glove had come off but you felt flesh against flesh on your thigh, pushing you open wider for him.

One finger then another entering you, curling against your walls, dragging out the bliss until you could bear it no longer. His fingers and mouth moved as one consumed you and with a feral cry you were spiraling over the edge.

Stars bursting behind your eyes as they squeezed shut, a tear escaping and sliding along the side of your face to land on the surface beneath you. The world seemed to shake and boom in time with the storm never ceasing outside.

As the aftershocks ebbed away you saw Billy push up from his knees on the ground, standing over you, hands braced in either side of your pliant body. He held his one gloved finger up to his mouth.

“Shhhh baby, this is a holy place.”

Your lips parted then shut, no words could be formed. Your body was still coming down from its high. You could only watch as he slowly shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor.

Followed by removing his other glove and letting it drop as well. Your wobbly arms still braced against the altar, haphazardly hoisting your boneless form up to a seating position once more. Watching his every move, noticing the way the front of his pants struggled to contain him.

He smoothed a hand over the front and you saw the shape of his cock jump against the confining fabric. It had your mouth watering and an undeniable ache to be filled.

All hopes of protest died in you then. As an angel you were still not free of sin, no matter how much you’d hoped that you would be. Instead you were craving the devil in every sense of the word.

A hunger, unlike any you’d known before grew inside you, screaming and clawing to get out. Your hands moved deftly to unbutton the top of his shirt, fingers sliding underneath the silken fabric feeling his heated skin.

Part of you had anticipated him to feel cold. Dead. But he was warm, his skin soft beneath your fingers. Your heavy lidded eyes drifted down as your attention moved to unbuckling his belt.

“What a pretty little thing you are.” You felt his fingers move to cradle your chin as you continued your work. “I know He creates angels that obey and are pristine, but you’re neither of those things are you?”

You bit your lip in concentration and attempting to muffle out his words. Had He made a mistake, misjudging you, deeming you worthy when you were here, doing decidedly un-angelic things?

Pushing down his pants so they puddled around his feet,Billy stepped out of them fully. Boxers and all had been discarded and you could take in all of him. Even in the dimness of the room his size had your mouth going dry.

Your eyes never left him as he walked to the end of the altar, forcing you to swing your legs and scoot to meet him. Black hair mussed, pieces falling over his dark eyes that seemed to have animalistic glow.

Running a hand through the unkempt strands he gripped your sides, kneading the exposed flesh and tugging at the strings of your dress that hadn’t yet come untied.

His hot mouth covered the crook of where your neck met your shoulder, snarling as he kissed the soft skin, biting a patch then licking it to soothe.

You cried out, clawing at his back, dragging your fingers down surely leaving red marks. And he loved it. You could feel it as he bit harder this time, begging you to dig deeper.

Finally when his mouth moved up to meet yours again you felt the ties on the side of your dress give way and fall on either side of you. Barely taking notice as your arms wrapped around his neck.

Tasting him, touching him, yearning for him. An unholy yearning and undeniable ache. Ripping your dress out from underneath you and throwing it onto his own pile of clothes you hissed feeling the cold stone pressed against your flesh.

“Lay back for me, baby.” His whisper husky in your ear, making your toes curl at the sound.

Adjusting yourself you let your lower back meet with the biting cold of the marble slab. Then your upper back, and finally your head. Your hair fell around you like the broken halo you were sure you’d never wear again.

Billy stood over you at the end of the altar, the endless claps of thunder and flashes from behind the stained glass windows backlit him and you swore you could feel the stone beneath you grow heated .

Flames licking at your skin, or was it just your poor flushed body aching for whatever came next. He hovered over you, grabbing your hips and pulling you down towards him a touch before squeezing the soft flesh of your rear for good measure.

The squeak you made had him grinning. A flash of bright white teeth and then he was kissing up your legs. Tickling your ankle, you made to pull back but his grip grew tight holding you in place.

“Where are you running off to?” You swallowed thickly, not daring to pull away, but pushing up to watch him more fervently. At that he pressed the center of you chest down, hand flattening between your breasts.

Returning to running a hot trail of kisses and sucking along your inner thighs, placing a long slow lick to your core, which had you clenching in need before he adjusted his position.

Looking over you now, hands clasping your wrists above your head, pinned to the altar beneath you.

“I demand a sacrifice.”

You felt the blunt end of him press to your center and push into you. Your hands shot to his back, gripping him flush against you as he began to move his hips.

Undulating against you, filling you to the brim. Fuller and fuller. He moaned against your neck, your hair pressed to his face and sticking to his parted lips.

He nearly withdrew fully then thrusted so deep inside you, you swore you felt it in your chest. The groan that escaped you felt as if it’d been trapped within for decades, millennia.

He kissed along your collar bone, tongue delving to taste your skin, lick up your sweat, the he found the bud of your nipple, his mouth expertly pulling each new sweet sound from you.

All you could do was scratch and claw at his back. Tearing into him, wanting to be inside him as much as he was inside you. Forbidden lust and dreadful pleasures.

Were you truly an angel anymore or just an extension of the devil himself? Would you ever be let back into heaven after this. Maybe it was worth it. Maybe he was worth it.

As if he could sense the thoughts wracking your brain he rolled his hips against you with delicious roughness. His cock twitching inside you, touching something deep within you that has you groaning again.

“Billy” his name leaves your mouth. It’s the only prayer you feel worthy of reciting. Again and again and again.

“Yes” another grunt punctuated by a thrust of his hips. He moans low and loud and it awakens something in you.

“Sing my name.”

His forehead touches yours, eyes piercing, looking into your soul. A rushing heated sensation flushes through your skin. Eyes squeezing shut as you only focus on the pleasure you’re receiving.

Cresting higher and higher, the liquid fire feeling soaring through your veins, pins and needles and licking flames and the heavens opening up in a million raindrops.

Hips meeting again and again, a cacophony of moans and filthy noises filling this sacred place. Sunshine and hellfire meeting as one. Flesh and bone and blood and rage.

You were burning you could feel it. Each exquisite stroke of him was dragging you deeper and deeper away from salvation.

Then he hit the part of you that needed him most and you screamed, clenching around him as your climax overtook you. A few more bucks and then he’s following you over the edge.

“Fuck, my pretty little Angel.” He moans as he spills inside you. All the candles lit in the church flare brightly, the flames climbing higher as their master groans, his own orgasm claiming him.

You feel his hot release fill you to the brim and the tumultuous waves wash over you as you slowly ride out both your highs.

Your skin feels like a million pinpricks tickling it and as your eyes blearily drift open to look upon your lover you see the room filled with light.

Angelic light. Glancing down you see your entire body radiating with an ethereal glow. He loomed just above you, bathed in your effervescent light.

You could see how beautiful of an angel he must’ve been. To even make God jealous. His darkness eddied away in your warm hues, encasing you both in a quite literal, afterglow.

Only the devil could make you shine like this.

After a moment you felt your breath start to ease, chest no longer heaving, the ethereal warmth slowly returned to your body. Coolness returning to settle in your bones as the cathedral grew dark around you both once more.

Billy brushed the hair from your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot. Pushing up from the altar he moved over to his clothing, rifling through the pile before returning to your side.

He held up the red pocket square, raising a brow and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Cleaning you up with the very swath of fabric. Even lifting you gingerly off the altar, allowing your feet to meet with the floor once again.

“Thank you for allowing me to worship you.”

The rainfall outside pattering against the windows had slowed, thunder rumbling but sounding further off. You could even count a few beats in between a lighting strike and then the far off thundering.

“Billy…” resuming guilt “I don’t know what to say-“

“Don’t say anything. Not right now.” You didn’t know why you felt this way. Why he felt this way. How heaven had goofed so royally when it came to you.

An angel in love with the devil. How poetic.

He’d helped you slip back into your dress, and adjusted your coat while you assisted in straightening his tie and brushing a loose strand of his hair back.

Placing one more roguish kiss to his smirking lips and descending down the nave, past the pews, retrieving your umbrella from where you’d left it by the front door.

Turning back to spare one last glance at the devil himself, but he was already gone.

You stood along in the echoing hall, the offering candles resumed their quiet swaying and the altar that had been so wickedly tainted not an hour ago was once again clean and unmarred.

What this meant, what this signified, why it had chosen you, you hadn’t the slightest. It felt too big to ponder, at least right now when everything felt so raw.

Walking out into the drizzling rain, disappearing onto the sidewalks once more you thought of your encounter and could feel it.

That illumination, that radiating glow but instead of shining outwards you could feel it nestled deep in the cavern of your chest. Allowing a small smile to grace your lips as you blended into the night.

Say what you will of the devil, but he will always be a gentleman.

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The Grumpy and The Slutty (actually mutual pining though neither know it yet) according to Quick Escape 101: Guide Book to be the best spies by Yelena Natasha Romanoff

ID: Illustration of Frank Castle and Matt Murdock both in dark colored civilian clothes about to kiss each other. Frank looks panicked and confused but he’s too stunned to do anything more than grabbing on Matt’s left wrist as Matt leans up to kiss him on the lips. He’s murmuring, “The Hell you doing, Red?” to which Matt replies as he closes his eyes, “Covering you, asshole.” End of ID.

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Wilson Bethel you're so real. A tweet all the way back from 2014 too. Bless.

Meanwhile the Daredevil fandom is still glazing and supporting this zionist (Jon Bernthal) and ignoring all his shit

#free palestine #wilson bethel #anti zionism #jon bernthal #daredevil #bullseye #the punisher #marvel #mcu #marvel comics #frank castle

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amhrosina · 9 months

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Be My Baby

Summary: Frank takes you on a weekend trip to his cabin after you have a rough week at work. Your first stop? The enormous bathtub with enough room for soooo many activities.

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.8k

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a/n: hello! i'm back! my personal life is still a wreck but i missed writing for frank. this is probably the most self indulgent fic i've ever written lol it is quite literally the most ooey-gooey romantic plot before the softest smut imaginable. what can i say? i'm a hoe for soft frank. enjoy & thank you to the nonnie that requested something similar to this!

warnings: softest smut imaginable, fluff to the max, 'i'm an asshole to everyone except you' trope, a teensy little bit of crybaby reader if you squint, frank would burn the world for reader, reader is sOoOoO in love with frank (who isn't??), they're both a little wrapped up in each other's world and don't give a shit about what's happening outside of them type of vibes, pet names, etc.

From what you had seen, Frank’s cabin was cozy and warm, but since your arrival half an hour ago, you’d only had the luxury of soaking in the tub while Frank took care of unloading the car. He’d insisted on doing it alone, claiming his girl shouldn’t have to lift a finger for anything, and honestly after the week you’d had, you were temporarily glad he was as stubborn as a mule. You were sure that sentiment would fade the next time you were feeling bratty, but for now, you tried your best to relax and forget what an awful week it had been at work.

The heat of the bath water sent a wave of goosebumps down your spine, enticing a low groan from your lips. Sinking further into the water, you realized just how big the tub was. It stretched at least six feet across and was almost deep enough to stand, clearly a custom made feature of the cabin. You supposed Frank probably needs the room, being as large a man as he is. Still, it felt like you were in a luxurious hot tub, rather than a regular bathtub.

“There’s a button to turn on the jets if you want ‘em.”

Frank’s gentle voice carried across the bathroom, startling you from your relaxed state. You hadn’t even heard him come in. You turned, eyeing his powerful figure as he made his way toward you and sat on the edge of the tub. It was easy to get lost in the way he moved, and you tried your best to not stare at the muscles straining against the black longsleeve he was wearing.

“You okay?” He asked, reaching out to softly run his knuckles along the curve of your damp cheek. He was always gentle with you, but the desire to take care of you was even more present in his eyes than usual. It really had been a shitty week.

“This place is amazing.” You said in awe, turning your face away to hide your grin. His hand, already knowing what you were trying to do, softly gripped your jaw and turned it back to face him.

“You barely saw the place.” He chuckled.

“Whose fault is that?” You raised an eyebrow at him and sat up, fully exposing your bare chest to him. His eyes briefly flicked down to your nipples, hardening as the cool air touched them, before returning his gaze upwards. “Get in. There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

He nodded and stood, but began walking in the opposite direction of the bath. You furrowed your brow, watching him tug his shirt off and throw it on the counter. When he saw your expression, he grinned.

“Hang on. I brought something for you.”

“What do you mean?” You called after him, but he was already moving again.

He disappeared through the doorway, generating even more confusion, before returning with an assembly of things tucked under his arms. You watched as he worked his way around the room, placing various objects here and there until finally he flicked off the lights and turned to face you again.

The room was now aglow with flickering candle light, coating Frank’s looming figure in a warm haze. He’d gone for mostly unscented, knowing how strong smells could give you headaches, but had left in a few lavender candles because he knew how much it relaxed you. He also managed to sneak an entire bottle of champagne into the car without you noticing, of which he was pouring into two flutes. You blinked back tears as he handed you your glass, unable to express how warm your chest felt at the effort he was putting in to make you feel better.

“Frank.” You murmured, smiling bashfully, “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“‘s what you deserve.” He shrugged, stepping out of the rest of his clothes.

He sank into the tub next to you, tugging your body against his in a swift motion. He sat with his back against the edge, allowing you to easily settle your knees on either side of his thighs, facing him in the dim room. You sat just a little taller than him at this angle - chest pressed against his warm skin, arms resting on his broad shoulders - and God, he looked divine. The drive had taken a few hours, just long enough for the stubble to return to his cheeks after this morning’s shave, giving him a rugged look that you thought was just so handsome. You were unable to resist the temptation of running your nails over it in a soft scratch, eliciting a groan from deep in Frank’s chest. The rumble reverberated through your chest as you pressed yourself fully against him, seeking more of his affection. He tugged your head down onto his shoulder and began running his fingers along the base of your neck in a soothing pattern.

“You never answered my question earlier.” He murmured, resting his jaw against your head. “You okay, sweet girl?”

You sighed, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment as you mulled over your feelings. You were a sensitive soul to begin with, and your boss had been on edge all morning when he finally snapped at you for something you had no control over, which ultimately had you tearing up for the rest of the day. When you’d walked through the door crying, Frank’s eyes flashed violently between anger at your boss and sympathy for you. The sympathy had won, and now you were in a beautiful cabin in upstate New York, wrapped in his strong arms. Still, you weren’t sure how you were going to deal with your boss’ temper when you returned to work on Monday.

“I don’t know,” you finally replied, shrugging, “Can you ask me again later?”

You felt his cheeks widen into a small grin. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Don’t think I won’t.” He teased, calling you on your avoidant tendencies before you could even notice them yourself.

“How long have you had this place?” You wondered, nuzzling into his heated skin.

“I bought it a few months after Maria and the kids.” He said softly, almost whispering when he had to relay his wife’s name aloud. “Thought maybe I was done with the city. Change can be good, ya’ know?”

“But you came back.” You lifted your head from his shoulder so you could look him in the eyes.

“But I came back.” He parroted, nodding. “And then I met you.”

“And you stayed.” You finished for him.

“Of course I stayed. Couldn’t leave you behind, sweet girl. ‘ve been sweet on you since the day I met you.”

This was true. From the moment you’d met, he’d been nothing but gentle and kind toward you. You had no idea, of course, that this type of behavior was incredibly far away from Frank Castle’s usual attitude until you’d met Matt Murdock, who was so shocked at Frank’s subdued personality and general softness around you that Frank had to physically close Matt’s gaping jaw for him.

“But you never sold the place?” You questioned.

“I figured we might need somewhere to run away to every once in a while. Are you mad that I didn’t tell you about it before today? I wanted it to be a surprise.”

For a moment, he looked genuinely worried that he might’ve upset you.

“How could I be mad when I’m sitting in this enormous tub, surrounded by candles and champagne, pressed up against the man of my dreams?”

He smiled then, and you could tell it was a genuine smile because of the way his cheeks dimpled at the corner of his laugh lines. It was an award winning smile, you thought. You gently set the empty champagne glasses on the edge of the tub before cupping his cheeks in your hands.

“My Frankie,” you mumbled, running your thumbs across his cheekbones, “What would I do without you?”

You really hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but every time you looked at him, you felt yourself being pulled closer and closer to him. His compassion and kindness toward you, even after everything he’d been through, was something you couldn’t avoid leaning into. All your life you’d been taking care of others, and finally, here was someone begging to take care of you.

“You don’t have to worry about that, okay? ’m here to stay.” He mumbled, bringing the pads of your fingertips to his lips for individual, soft kisses. “I love you, and ‘m gonna take care of you forever.”

Tears welled in your eyes as an overwhelming rush of emotion passed over you. In your arms was a man that should’ve been bitter and angry at the world around him. He had earned the right to become spiteful and hardened, and no one could fault him for that. And yet - and yet - in your arms was a man that loved you with his entire being. Who understood you at your core, saw the dark parts of you, and loved those parts even more. Who was soft for no one but you. Who you loved, too.

A tear slid down your cheek as you kissed him, long and slow and sensual because you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and never let go. He smiled into the kiss, cradling your head with his beautiful, calloused hands. It wasn’t enough. You needed his gentle touch everywhere. Pressing yourself against him, you felt yourself sliding along his achingly hard cock, raising the already warm temperature in the room to searing. Heat pulsed between your legs, begging to be touched.

“My pretty girl,” he mumbled against your lips, kissing the corner of your mouth before following the curve of your jawline to your neck, “My pretty, sensitive girl.”

The praise made your head swim. You rocked your hips again, sliding along his length until you were hovering directly over him, waiting for the go ahead to sink down. He grunted, pressing open mouthed kisses up your throat before coaxing your hips lower and lower. You gasped when he finally pushed into you, and Frank took the opportunity to lick the inside of your gaping mouth as he did so. You shuttered against him, wanting everything he had to offer and more.

“P-please, Frankie.” You murmured, arching your back as he bucked his hips upwards.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He breathed, wrapping one of his enormous hands around the back of your head, forcing you to look down at him as you rode him. His other arm was wrapped around your torso, tugging your hips forward and back to stimulate your clit against the base of his cock. It was such an erotic way to be held that you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. He leaned his head against your forehead and kissed the tears that made their way down your flushed skin. “Tell me, sweet girl.”

“I l-love you.” You purred, stuttering as he made his way down your body, kissing everywhere he could reach. When he got to your pebbled nipples, you sucked in a sharp breath. He knew exactly how to get you off, and he was staring right at them.

“I love you too, pretty girl.” He grinned and pressed a chaste kiss to each of your nipples, eliciting a pornographic moan from deep in your chest.

He continued to push and pull your hips in a steady rhythm, grinding your clit against his pelvis as you bounced up and down his length. Slowly, in a teasing manner that had a new wave of fresh, needy tears streaming down your cheeks, he leaned forward and circled his tongue around the sensitive nub. You whined with impatience as he pulled away, only to offer the same kitten lick to your other breast. You knew he would take care of you like he always did, but his teasing was making your entire body tremble with anticipation.

“I know, I know,” he cooed, kissing the valley between your breasts, “‘t’s okay, baby. Be patient. I’ll take care of you.”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a mewl. You felt the hand Frank had been using to hold your head steady loosen its grip, and suddenly, he was softly wiping the tears away from under your eyes with his thumbs.

“You’re doing so good for me, bunny.” He murmured, and you very nearly came at the pet name he loved to praise you with. “‘m gonna make you feel real good, okay?”

“Please,” you begged, digging your fingers into his shoulders, “Need you.”

That was all it took for Frank to finally snap. In one swift motion, he wrapped his lips around your breast and began to run his tongue across your sensitive nipple. His hand traveled from cradling your cheek to rubbing small, sloppy circles around your pulsing clit. You keened, overcome with so much pleasure that you felt your entire body trembling against Frank’s.

The bathroom was big enough for your soft moans to echo, and other than the sloshing of the bath water, that was the sound Frank heard as you came apart on top of him. Your head was spinning as the heat in your gut finally found its release, uncoiling in waves of overwhelming pleasure that sent you reeling.

“That’s it,” he breathed, “Just like that, pretty girl. You’re so good for me, baby.”

His fingers hadn’t stopped circling your clit. You were quickly growing overstimulated and conflicted, wanting nothing more than to keep riding him while also needing to get away from his dexterous and sinful fingers. He watched you for a moment, in awe - the way your lips parted every time a moan slipped out of your mouth, the heaving of your chest as your heart rate tried and failed to return to normal, the intense trembling of your limbs every time he circled your clit. He wasn’t worthy. He knew that. He didn’t care. He’d take care of you for as long as you’d let him, and he’d enjoy every second of it.

“F-Frankie,” you stuttered in between heaving breaths, “I can’t- I’m- It’s sensitive.”

“Shh, sh, sh, sh, I know, baby. I know,” he cooed, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and up your neck, “Can you give me one more, bunny? Be good and give me one more.”

You shuttered against him, resting your forehead against his and breathing out a sultry whine. He continued his onslaught of kisses along your jawline, following the upward curve of your chin until his lips were on yours again. His agile tongue swept into your mouth mid-moan, sending heat into your already molten core.

“Wanna feel you come around me again, baby.” He groaned and tightened his hold around your torso, sweeping his tongue along your bottom lip before capturing your mouth in his again.

He had brought you to the brink again already. You squeezed around him, earning a rare groan from Frank. The usually stoic and quiet man let out another sinful moan when you arched your back and squeezed again. He was as close as you were to the edge, and God, the tension was palpable.

Finally, in a moment of pure bliss, he nipped at your bottom lip and let out a soft, barely there whimper, which sent you careening off the edge and into oblivion. You could feel yourself clenching around him as you came, but your head had been sent straight to a euphoric haze. Your heart thundered in your chest as Frank wrapped his arms around your torso and held you tight against his chest, coming inside your sensitive, throbbing pussy.

You’d both worked yourselves into a haze, high off each other’s touch. The comedown was gentle and warm - soft caresses of each other’s skin, chaste kisses pressed to collarbones and fingertips, thundering heartbeats slowing in unison. The bath water was surprisingly still warm, and you couldn’t help but nuzzle into Frank’s chest with languorous, droopy eyes.

“You okay?” He asked, running his fingers up the length of your spine.

You nodded into his chest, sighing. “I’m perfect.”

“‘m glad.” He responded, kissing your forehead lightly. “‘m sorry you had such a rough week.”

“I’m not.” You giggled, glancing around at the luxurious bathtub you were in. “This place is like a dream.”

He held you tighter against him, resting his chin on your head before responding.

“You don’t know the half of it, pretty girl.”

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