#punisher fanfiction

[celestialspecial]

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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[undiscovered-horizon]

"Speak no evil" - Mafia!Billy Russo x Reader

[TW: violence, mob/mafia themes]

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

SUMMARY: When one of his men steps out of the line, Billy wastes no time putting him in his place. Remember for the future that when it comes to his wife, you should speak no evil.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

The fact that Billy made your house an open office for his business affairs made you occasionally not as furious. That day, however, it seemed as if every one of his underbosses and their closest subordinates came over. What was once your house suddenly became a get-together for criminals.

Billy knew that you disliked those events mainly because they were hardly interesting to you - it was, basically, very specific business talk weaved with cryptic slang that was only partially understandable to you. Because of that, you'd leave Billy and his men on the ground floor, doing their business, while you were sitting on the first floor, catching up with the responsibilities of owning a small business. You've lost count of how many times Billy offered to employ an assistant who would manage the coffee shop for you. As a prolific 'business owner' himself, your husband sure did miss the point of having something to do.

The only reason you were trespassing that invisible border between the ground floor and the first floor was that one file Billy seemed to misplace and asked you to retrieve from his actual office. It was supposed to be a short trip: get the documents, give them to Billy, exchange polite greetings and be on your merry way back upstairs. You had no interest in learning the intricate workings of the underworld, even if you were part of it, simply for your own peace of mind.

Walking through the door leading to the dining room, the Pentagon for New York's criminals for the day, you noticed a young guy, maybe in his twenties, smoking a cigarette by the garden screen door. The gap between the door and their frame was narrow enough that only his arm and the cigarette smoke could fit through. The first time Billy's subordinates came to your house, you made it very clear that you wanted no cigarettes indoors and, technically, that young guy by the garden door was abiding by the rule. Seeing the scar above his eyebrow, you thought you recognized him:

It was Jamie - someone whom you knew only from stories and passing glances during some big events. Anytime someone said something about him, it painted Jamie as a sheepish, maybe a little awkward guy, who didn't quite grasp social cues.

His eyes were focused on the floor as he smoked the cigarette and clearly thought hard about something. Among the dress shoes, your furry slippers looked at least amusing. They must have caught his attention as he tore his eyes away from the hardwood floor and looked up at you.

Jamie recognized you immediately, which was probably why he frantically threw away the half-smoked cigarette. He took a step towards you, effectively blocking your way.

"Sorry, sweetheart, no entry. This is now gentlemen's club, talkin' 'bout business n' stuff. Nothin' you should worry your pretty little head about."

Before you could answer him and remind him whose house he was in, somebody else interrupted the conversation:

"Something you want to share with everyone?"

The room fell silent. You turned to look at Billy, standing with his hands in his pockets. His eyes were slightly squinted and you could just tell he was irate.

"No, nothing, sir," Jamie frantically answered. He was quickly shaking his head.

"Weird, I thought I heard you being disrespectful to my wife."

The rest of the gathered men weren't willing to step in, they didn't even dare look anywhere else than each other or the floor. There really was no use in playing a hero - nothing good could come from it. Standing up to one's boss was always risky but it became downright moronic when the hierarchy in question was a gang. The other thing was that none of the other men thought Jamie was no longer salvageable: even among the demimonde, the wives were granted a certain amount of irrefutable respect regardless of what kind of men they were married to.

"No, I swear to God, boss, I didn't mean anything by what I said." It seemed ridiculously hard to believe that it was the same man that was gatekeeping your own dining room just minutes ago. "I was just being stupid, sir."

"You do seem really good at that," Billy answered with a mocking smile on his face. He appeared to be... enjoying that whole lark.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to offend," Jamie reassured. His eyes wandered everywhere but Billy's face - he simply lacked the courage to look his boss in the eye.

"Don't apologize to me, you idiot," Billy spat out. If the dining table was any shorter, you were sure he would vault over it and strangle that man with bare hands. "Apologize to the lady you dared to talk shit to."

This wasn't the first time Billy got slightly overprotective. Although you did find his attitude tiring at times, you knew it came from a good place - he loved you a little too much to bear seeing you being pushed around. In his mind, you were nothing short of a queen and he was going to demand others treat you the same way.

Jamie turned back to you. His face was pale, his hands were shaking and tears began pooling in his eyes - if that man was anything, it was terrified. It was such a sudden change of demeanour you couldn't quite wrap your head around it.

"I'm sorry ma'am, it wasn't my intention to offend, I swear," he said rushing his words.

"Don't sweat it, Jamie," you reassured him while slightly shaking your head. Truth be told, he did anger you but it wasn't something worth escalating - judging by his sudden fear, he probably learned his lesson already. Although you were still talking to the blond man, your eyes wandered to meet Billy's. You wanted to make sure you got your point across. "We're all good."

Billy's eyes remained squinted as he continued to stare at Jamie with vivid contempt. He was unconsciously tapping his fingers against the surface of the table. You could tell that he wasn't over the situation just yet, despite your sincere assurance.

"Come on, Jamie." Billy gestured at the younger man to come closer. His voice was suddenly softer - something that made very little sense given the situation and his obvious anger. "Let me give you some advice."

Reluctantly, Jamie began walking towards Billy while all the other men took a step back to let him pass. Although their daily lives were filled with life-endangering situations, they withheld their breaths while Billy Russo was quite clearly upset with someone. Only once did you wonder what tactics got Billy's subordinates so docile towards him but you quickly realized that the truth could be, most probably, fairly horrifying or at least deeply unsettling, so you never paid it much thought anymore - for your own peace of mind.

When Jamie was within reach, Billy suddenly grabbed his jacket and forcefully pushed him against the wall. Not letting go of the poor man, he hit the wall with his head a few times before leaning in and whispering a promise he was surely going to keep:

"If you ever talk to her like that again, I will kill you."

Billy hit the man against the wall once more before letting go of his clothes. The man fell to his knees, his body swaying due to dizziness. He seemed to have a fair amount of trouble aiming his sleeve at his nose to wipe the blood that was running out of it. Billy sat back down at the top of the table and casually looked around at the silent, anxious men:

"So, where have we left off?"

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[foli-vora]

the punisher

frank castle x f!reader x matt murdock

A/N: god that belt scene. right now i’m working on something completely unrelated to these two but i couldn’t focus until i got this little snippet down because it kept playing in my head like a fucking primetime movie. i’ve been playing around with Frank x f!reader x Matt for a while and this is a cheeky taste of a poly series i’ve got planned for the future.

Summary: Frank dishes out his punishments. (even though he’s giving it all that in this little drabble, i’m absolutely certain he would still melt like butter for these two every now and again)

Word count: tis but a filthy drabble, just over 500 words.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY. It’s filth right off the bat. Rough handling, rough p in v sex, purposeful finger gag, use of restraints, dom!Frank, illusions to a bratty!reader and softdom!Matty.

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“You’re too damn soft on her,” Frank grunts, hips not faltering from their ruthless pace as they slam against yours. “You give in too easy. You think she doesn't know what she’s doin’? Nah, she knows. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

Your mouth opens to reply, mind rushing to keep up with the rough husk of his voice, but his fingers slide along your lips and dive into your mouth, swiping over your tongue and down your throat. You gag around the thick digits, face creasing with a muffled moan as the tang of his skin melts into your taste buds.

Matt grunts at the noise, his own expression tightening when another flood of your sweet arousal hits his senses. He inhales sharply, arms fighting the thick twist  of rope wrapped around his frame and keeping him tethered to the headboard. The thin frame creaks under his pull, but the bonds remain secure and he’s helpless to aid you in your blissful punishment.

He’d lost count of the amount of times Frank had dragged your body to the peak of climax, only to leave you hanging with a slowing of his pace, or a change of his patterns - refusing to yield to your breathless pleas, and merely chuckling at your pitiful whines whenever he stopped paying attention to your throbbing clit.

“Just give it to her, Frank, she’s been good -”

“Nah. See? That’s exactly what she wants, and you know it, Red.”

He tears himself away from you and you cry out at the sudden loss of his weight, your body automatically reaching for him as he moves back to rest on his heels. He bats your hands away, his own coming to grab at your body and roll you onto your front. His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you up onto your knees, your sweat slicked forehead resting against the ground as he lines the blunt head of  his cock up to the entrance of your cunt. 

“She knows you’ll give in to her, but not me, hey sweetheart?”

Your reply fades into a broken cry when he slams forward, filling you to the brim and not giving you a chance to catch your breath as he restarts the punishing slam of his hips. Your fingers claw at the ground, nails catching along the hardwood and Matt groans again, tongue slipping out to run along his lips.

You feel so damn close, the heat of your body rolling over him and the erratic thud of your heart deafening in his ears, but you’re still too far. Frank had ripped you from the bed the second you had reached for Matt’s naked and bound form, desperate to feel him and hopefully loosen a knot or two. Your fingers barely grazed the tops of his thighs before you were dragged away.

Matt shifts on the tangled sheets, the drag of cotton rough and unforgiving against his skin. His painfully stiff cock sits untouched against his stomach, precum weeping from the tip and smearing against his skin with the more muffled cries that reach his ears. He was certain this was his punishment as much as yours.

His head tips back and hits the edge of the headboard, the crease between his brows deepening as his cock throbs with each slick slap of flesh. “Frank, please -”

“You think I’m gonna give in to you, Red? After all the shit you let her pull today? Not a damn chance in hell. You shut your mouth and wait your turn.”

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[bxwitched]

Healing Hands

Warnings: 18+ only. Descriptions of blood and injuries, angst, hurt, comfort.

Character Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: You clean Frank up after a hard night.

A/N: Comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated! You can find my masterlist here.

It's late when he comes home to you, you know that it's him from his walk and the way that his heavy boots thud dully against your hallway floor. He swears lowly as he works on getting them off, his gruff voice echoing in the silence of your apartment.

You frown when you hear his footsteps drift further away from your door. Usually, he would sneak into your darkened bedroom, strip off his dirty clothes and climb into bed behind you. He would hold you against his strong body tightly, relishing in the warmth of you against him.

You slip out of bed and throw on an oversized shirt, a black long sleeve of Frank's that you'd stolen long ago. You shiver as the cold air hits your bare legs, goosebumps raising on the soft flesh as you venture out into the hallway, listening for the sound of him.

You come to a stop outside of the bathroom and your brow furrows as you hear a low grunt. You've seen Frank in all sorts of states and you know that it shouldn't shock you anymore but your heart still wrenches at the thought of him being hurt.

You swallow as you twist the doorknob and push the door open, you fully expect to see cuts and bruises but the sight that you're met with truly upsets you.

He's shirtless and covered in blood, crimson rivulets run down from a gash on the side of his head and paint his jaw, neck and chest in red. There's a glint of something metal in his arm and blood seeps from the wound, staining the length of his arm and hand.

He's stopped moving where he stands against the sink, a ruined rag clutched in his fist and the faucet still running. He can't meet your eyes, instead he's looking down at the floor, feeling guilty that you've caught him in such a state.

"Frank-" The crack in your voice is heartbreaking and tears well in the corners of your pretty eyes, his chest aches and he swallows thickly when he sees the concern in them, the worry that he's caused you.

You move towards him slowly and your eyes scan across his skin, cataloguing every scrape, cut and bruise that mars his flesh. Your hands move of their own accord and settle on his jaw as you gently turn his head from side to side, the skin covering his cheekbone is swollen and red and you know that it'll be black and blue in the morning.

You pull your hands away and although he instantly misses the feeling of your touch he cringes when he sees that the evidence of his sins has transferred onto your delicate skin.

"Let me clean you up." It's not a question and he acknowledges the pleading look in your eyes as you guide him backwards towards the closed lid of the toilet.

He sits down and watches as you move around the small bathroom, first collecting the first aid kit from under the sink and then a couple of old towels from the cupboard in the corner. You wet one of the towels under the stream of water, switching it off before returning to his side and pressing the warm cloth to his skin.

You dab carefully at the mix of dried and fresh blood, taking extra care around the bruising on his face and the gash along his scalp. Frank's heavy gaze is fixed on you the whole time.

"Why're you so good to me, huh?" His jaw is set but you can see the vulnerability hiding behind his dark eyes. You hand stills against the side of his face and you tremble slightly as he snakes one of his large ones around the back of your thigh, his grip is firm but not strong enough to be uncomfortable. He's using you to ground himself, you think.

"You know why." You smile softly as your empty hand slips to his neck and your fingers trace along the line of his jaw, playing with the hint of stubble there.

"Need to hear you say it, sweetheart." He shifts pensively and his fingers press more insistently into your skin.

"I love you, Frank." His throat bobs and his eyes cast downwards, he doesn't say it back, you know that he can't. You can see the war raging behind the glassy orbs but you don't comment on it, instead choosing to carry on your work in silence.

He lets you patch him up, only letting out a grunt or hiss when you clean some of his deeper cuts with the hydrogen peroxide. You falter when you reach the piece of shrapnel that's sticking out of his tricep, it's lodged deep into the muscle but thankfully the bleeding has since stopped.

"You gotta take it out." You worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod and sink to your knees in front of him. You flash him a reassuring look as he steels himself for the pain but your smile doesn't quite meet your eyes.

"Deep breaths for me, honey." You count to two and then pull sharply, freeing the shard of metal from his flesh and pulling a growl from Frank. You know that you've completed the task with as much care as possible but the thought that you've hurt him still makes you wince.

"I'm sorry." His hand grips the underside of your chin and he tilts your gaze up to his, his face is stern but he's not angry, you know that this is his way of showing that he cares.

"You don't ever gotta be sorry, you hear me?" You nod once and slip your hand over his wrist, your thumb strokes lightly over his pulse point and you watch as his face softens.

He looks weary, exhausted as his shoulders sag downwards and it's then that you notice the dark circles forming under his eyes. You work on closing and bandaging the site quickly before wiping away any remaining blood.

Frank stands in front of the mirror as you tidy everything away and clean off the sink, he hums satisfactorily, examining the neat stitches in the reflection.

"Let's get you to bed, handsome." You press a lingering kiss to his lips and take his hand in yours, leading him out of the bathroom and back down the hall, towards your shared bedroom.

You climb onto the bed and guide him down as well, you both settle onto your backs and you pull the sheets up around both of your bodies. Frank's uninjured arm slides around your waist and he pulls you in close, your bodies press together tightly and his solid frame visibly relaxes when he feels your soft skin under his rough hands.

You tense and raise up slightly, worried to put weight on him in fear of causing him any more pain.

"Frank, I don't want to hurt you." He grunts and moves his large hand to your back, he presses down gently, urging you back down onto his firm chest.

"Need you."

Frank Castle is not a man of many words, you know that this is how he shows his feelings, he speaks through his actions, through touch and you can never deny him.

His lips press against the top of your head and you find yourself drifting off quickly, falling asleep as you listen to the steady beat of his strong heart.

You don't hear Frank when he finally says it back, his lips brushing against your hairline and his voice shaky, barely a whisper over the silence.

"I love you."

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[holylulusworld]

Frank Castle masterlist

Masterlist for all Frank Castle stories

A broken man coming soon

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[modern-vellichor]

hi!! totally cool if you don’t do this request:)

(reader is a female with female pronouns)

frank is drunk and the bartender called you to drive so he doeisn't (i dunno reader is the designated driver). you both start walking out and halfway down the street frank is like “oh I forgot my card.” you stay there and he runs back but then you're cornered by these three guys and he comes out sobered up because these three guys are verbally and physically harassing his girl. (you can choose the ending i haven’t thought that far ahead, he beats them up idk!!”

lots of love <33-RA

a/n; hello gorgeous, i absolutely love this idea!! tyvm for sending it to m. i hope you enjoy it.-warnings; drinking, violence, blood, some graphic descriptions, fluff too.

You were having such a relaxing evening. You were just about to change out of your work clothes into your pyjamas when the phone rang.

"Hey, dude," it was Roy, the bartender who worked down the street. "I got your buddy here, Fred or somethin', I dunno. But uh, he's fucked, so will you come and get him?"

"Yeah," you sighed, already putting your boots on. "I'll come get Frank."

It was freezing out. Normally you would have walked, but it was too cold. So you parked a little ways away from the bar and waltzed in. Frank's hard to miss. You spotted him as soon as you walked in, sitting quietly at the bar, alone, sipping his water. You thanked Roy as you leaned against the bartop.

"Hey, Frankie."

"Oh," he sounded surprised, which meant he was drunk. "where did you come from?"

"I came to take you home, c'mon."

He followed you without any resistance. You linked your arm with his. He was nice and warm against the cold wind of New York. You kept him close. You got to the corner, so close to the car when Frank stopped. He cold must have sobered him up because he let go of you and ran his hands over his pockets.

"Shit."

"What?" you dug your hands into your pockets.

"I forgot my wallet. Wait here."

You watched Frank jog down the street. You could still see the bar and so you leaned against the wall and waited. It couldn't have been two minutes before a group of young men approached. They circled you, their ringleader eyeing you up like a piece of meat.

Under normal circumstances, you would have beat the shit out of any guy who looked at you the wrong way. But they had your cornered and outnumbered. You could see the handle of a knife sticking out of someone's waistband. It would be a deathwish to try and fight. So you played cool. You politely asked them to leave you alone.

The ringleader was getting too close. His nose was almost touching yours. He leaned in, lips nearly brushing your neck. You pushed him, as hard as you could. He swung a punch and you ducked.

"You righteous bitch!"

Just as he reached for the knife, Frank loomed behind him. He grabbed the man by the shoulder and spun him around. Frank smashed his forehead into the man's nose. Blood gushed from the broken nose and the knife clattered to the ground. While Frank continued the vicious assault on the ringleader, you dived for the knife. You struggled for a little with another member of the group, but he was young and scrawny and more frightened than you. You growled as you kicked his shin and bit down onto his forearm. He let go of the blade. You swung the knife in semicircles in front of you, warding off the other group members. When their leader collapsed to the pavement in a bloody, barely breathing heap, they scattered, leaving the asshole behind.

Frank gazed at you amorously. You pocketed the knife and offered him your hand. He took if and pulled you tight against your side. You walked like that until you reached the car. Frank offered to drive, but you knew he was probably still drunk. You drove in silence, until you took a left five minutes later.

"This isn't the way to my place," Frank grumbled beside you.

"I know," you chirped.

You gazed at Frank out of the side of your eye. He looked totally indifferent, not a single bruise or scratch marring his beautiful skin.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Home."

Frank smiled in the passenger seat. He knew exactly where he was going now. Home was wherever you were, and that made Frank the happiest he had been in a very long time.

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[aiobhlin]

Witness Chapter 8: The House

I don't know how to make the linkie show the chapter name instead of just "show chapter" because I am an old.

I finally got another 1000 words in this morning so I posted another chapter. I'm so close to finishing this book, y'all.

Summary: Frank and Karen have a montage chapter. Have a little domestic fluff.

Excerpt:

She crossed her arms against her chest and walked over to the row of beds. “Which one do you want?” she asked Frank.

“I’ll probably just get whatever’s cheapest,” he said, not looking at her as she flopped down on one of the mattresses. Suddenly the room felt very warm.

"Nonsense, Frank, you deserve to be comfortable. Here, come here and try this one.”

Frank glanced over at her. She was lying flat on the undressed mattress, her ankles crossed. Her t-shirt had ridden up over the waistband of her jeans, exposing her belly button. He swallowed, forcing his gaze back up to her face. She was smiling, unconcerned, and waved at him, so he forced a crooked smile on his face. “Yeah, okay.”

He moved to the other side of the bed and sat carefully on the edge. The mattress shifted slightly as she moved behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to find her on her side, facing him, one hand propping up her head.

“Go ahead and lie down,” she said, “and tell me what you think.”

Frank looked away from her and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. She was going to kill him. He needed to get up and walk away before…but they were married. It would look strange if they weren’t trying out mattresses together, and weird was something they could not afford to be. He took another deep breath and twisted his body to lay on the mattress next to her.

“Why are your eyes closed, Frank?” The mattress moved beneath him again, and he bit back a curse.

“It’s a bed, isn’t it? I’m trying to simulate sleep.”

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[chellestrash]

something different 

Frank Castle x GN!Reader 

Summary: Frank needs some help with his hair.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 886

A\N: @omgchloe​  and I came up with this the other day when we talked about how different Frank’s hair looks in season 2 vs season 1 and I decided to write a little thing based on that discussion we had, hope you'll like it! Thank you @garciamorales​ for proofreading!

Frank was never really one to put much thought into the way he looked. Not in a messy or distasteful way, of course, he was just one of those guys who didn’t really care much. The same pair of black, heavy combat boots, a dark shirt and some jeans, sometimes a jacket thrown on top, were an honest description of his outfits almost every single day.

You didn’t mind that, why would you? His torso looked nice in the tighter long sleeved shirts he chose to wear, and his jeans hugged his ass in a very flattering way. There was nothing to complain about. He kept his hair short usually, the top only a bit longer than the shaved sides, it was easy to maintain, he didn’t mind the hair growing out a bit before he'd ask you to trim it again. But not this time.

Frank glances up at his reflection in the mirror quickly before looking back down to his phone resting against some bottles on the counter by the sink. He sighs frustrated before tapping the screen a couple of times, to replay the video.

“Jesus christ.”

He mumbles, rolling his eyes at the cringy intro, before skipping forward a bit to get to the part of the video that actually explained a way to style his hair. With another frustrated sigh he attempts to follow the steps again, reconsidering his, and partly your decision to grow out his hair and beard.

“God damn it.”

He curses under his breath when he pauses to turn his head and check the progress. His jaw clenched tight as he locks his phone before flipping the screen down on the counter.

The “quick and easy tips to style short hair” turned out to be a bit less quick and easy and a bit too annoying and frustrating. After a moment of consideration, he leans down to grab the electric razor out of one of the drawers.

“Hey Frank, can i-“

You push the bathroom door open and step inside, the unfinished sentence quickly slipping past, and your eyes glance from the mess on the counter to the clippers in Frank's hand.

“Midlife crisis?”

You joke and he squints his eyes, unamused.

“Very funny, came up with that one on your own?”

He asks, turning back towards the mirror, and you nod before walking over to him.

“Yeah, I'm just talented like that.”

You point out, and he scoffs at your answer, shaking his head slightly before plugging the razor in.

“You need help?”

You ask, pushing yourself up to sit on the counter next to the sink.

“No.”

He answers quickly, turning his face to the side, but glancing right back at you a moment later.

“Yeah.”

You breathe out a laugh and lean over to the side, grabbing the trimmer from his hand.

“Thought you wanted to grow it out?”

You point out, looking up at him, and he sighs.

“Yeah, just…can't make it work.”

He shrugs, watching his hair in the mirror as he turns from side to side.

“You look like a poser.”

He scoffs again with an unimpressed expression, but you notice that tiny little smile right in the corner of his mouth.

”S’why I want it short again.”

He nods towards the razor, and you nod to agree with him. Gesturing for him to step closer to you, you put the clippers back on the counter before reaching your hands up to push your fingers through his hair.

“What were you trying to do?”

You ask, deciding to help him give his new hairstyle one more chance.

“Just…don’t want them in my face.”

He answers quietly, his hands resting on your thighs while he stands between your legs right in front of you.

“Okay, lets just-“

You start but don't finish, focusing on the task, attempting to tame Frank's thick, dark hair with some gel, a whole lot of hope and a pinch of improvisation. Trying your best not to get distracted by the way his eyes scan around your face, the way his face is only inches apart from yours, or how he rubs over the skin on your thigh with his thumb.

“There.”

You pull your hands away after some time, smiling brightly at him, happy with the way you, in your opinion, managed to pull it off.

Frank looks up at the mirror behind you, and you watch his eyebrows raise, his mouth turning into that little pout he sometimes does when he agrees with or approves of something.

“How'd you do that?”

He asks, finally looking down at your face again. You grin, proud of your work and happy that you managed to get his hair to sit in a way that didn’t bother him.

“I just guessed, I'll show you tomorrow.”

He chuckles with a small smile when you shrug.

“You did good, sweetheart.”

He nods, turning his head from side to side and checking his hair in the mirror one last time.

“Well…it helps that you're so damn pretty.”

He scoffs loudly again, rolling his eyes and shaking his head at your words before tilting your head up slightly to pull you into a kiss, feeling his smile against your lips you relax into his touch, happy that tomorrow you'll get to do this again.

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[leolapisart]

Everything Sucks (Chapter 1)

Story Summary:

Amy Bendix was living with her older brother Gunner Henderson when it happened. The people came and killed him leaving Amy to deal with the tapes herself.

Rewrite/combining of seasons 1 and 2 of the Punisher tv series. Amy is the sister of the dude who took the video of the guy being tortured. Those are the canisters she's carrying when she runs into Frank at the bar. Then Micro finds both of them.

Warnings:

Violence, guns, murder, unsafe medical practices, indecent exposure to a minor?, reference to torture, blink and you might miss it reference to self-harm.

Also on AO3

Chapter 1

Amy

Amy was never super athletic. After running a mile through the forest she was already breathless. Gunner would do this so easily. She thought before she realized what she had done. She couldn’t think about him right now or she would lose herself again. He had given her a task to do, something so important it led twenty or so military people to shoot up their cabin.

Behind her, someone shouted. They sounded far away but it gave her enough adrenaline so she could run faster. She couldn’t be far now. Once she could hear cars through the trees there would be an opening with their car waiting. She spotted it and grabbed the keys out of her pocket. It was an old and bruised ford truck with rust on the wheels. When she reached the door she stuck the key in the lock and then in the ignition. The car groaned to life below her.

She could barely see over the steering wheel and had no idea how to drive except for the basics Gunner taught her last summer when she turned fifteen. One foot. Put the car in drive. Press the gas. Before she could think too much about it she sped down the road. It was easier than she thought it would be, especially on the partially abandoned back roads of upstate New York.

After ten minutes of looking behind her to see if anyone was following her, Amy was able to relax. Which brought its own problems. Without the adrenaline, her face, knees, and arms burned. She looked down to see that her knees and shins were all scraped up and when she looked at her arms they were the same. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw her cheek and chin also has scrapes on them.

She could deal with that later, for now, she needed to find Karen Page to give her the rolls of film stuck in her bra. Probably not the best place to keep them but they would have fallen out of her pockets when she ran and women did it all the time on TV so in a moment of panic that's what she decided to do.

Amy didn’t know much about Karen Page. She knew she worked at the Bulletin and did some legal work for one of Gunner’s marine buddies. Gunner told her to look for Nelson and Murdock law offices in Hell's Kitchen, they would know where she was and could help her. That’s all he got the chance to say before he got shot in the face.

Frank

Frank slid into the seat next to Karen at the end of the bar. He asked the lady, whom he assumed was Josie because of the bar's name, for a beer. Karen noticed him finally. She didn’t seem surprised he was there, she just smiled a little sadly.

“You’re back.” It wasn’t a question, “And apparently a hipster.” She reached up and stroked her chin mimicking his beard. He had missed her honesty. He had missed a lot of things about her.

He sighed, “Flirtin with the idea of going full man bun. What d’ya think?” 

“Where have you been, Frank?” She looked down at her drink, away from him.

There was suddenly a weight on his chest that wasn’t there before, “ I had some business to take care of.” He knew he hurt her during the trial and he hated that, but he needed to finish what he started. He owed it to Maria, Frankie, and Lisa.

Karen frowned, “There are-” She stopped mid-sentence. 

Her eyes traveled past him towards the door. There was a girl who couldn’t be older than sixteen covered in scrapes and bloodstains. Her hair was in a tangled mess with dried blood clumping it together. But she managed to look somewhat discrete thanks to the massive jacket she wore. The girl was looking around almost franticly, trying to make herself small. 

“Can I help you?” Josie asked down the bar. 

The girl looked around before asking, “I’m looking for the Nelson and Murdock law office. Do you know where it is?” 

Karen looked suspicious but got up, “Hey, I used to work there, can I help you with anything?” She sounded concerned. 

The girls’ eyes widened, “Are you Karen Page?”

This was not good. Karen was being dragged into some crazy shit again. Karen was about to answer when a group of five or so people walked in. The way they carried themselves looked military as they scanned to room. Looking for something. When their eyes reached the girl they started walking over. What the fuck?

The girl noticed and ran across the bar towards the bathroom. On her way, a man reached out as if to grab her ass and tried to say something to her but she pushed him off and ran out of sight. The group followed her. No. No. No.

Frank finally turned back to Karen who was looking at him with an expression filled with worry, “Frank?” Before she could stop him, he was headed toward the women's bathroom.

Whatever was going on with the kid it wasn’t good. He could imagine the girl being friends with Lisa in another life. They would be around the same age. He couldn’t just leave her.

The bathroom was at the end of the hallway. A man in his late twenties was standing outside it directing people away. Okay, act casual, he might let you in without a fight. “Hey man. I’m just gonna-” Frank reached for the door but the man stopped him with a hand on the chest. So they were going to do this the hard way then. 

Frank grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it so the man was kneeling to get away from the pain. Then he used his other hand to shove the man's head into the wall. The man fell to the floor, unconscious. Frank kicked his body to the side to get to the door.

When he entered the bathroom his worries were confirmed. The girl was pinned to the wall by a couple of grunts while another talked while holding a knife to her throat. The group looked at him with, first, confusion, and then aggression.

“You should leave.” One of the grunts said, taking a step toward Frank, “You don’t want to get involved.”

Frank wasn’t sure he wanted to get involved either but he would be damned if he let a kid get killed on his watch. He didn’t bother responding as he undid his belt. Everyone looked a little unsure of where he was going with this, except for the woman holding the knife on the kid, who just smiled at him. Daring him. At least she would be fun to kill.

The room was silent as he wrapped the belt around his non-dominant arm. After a beat or two, the grunts attacked him. He punched the first one making her stumble back just far enough so that when the other one attacked Frank could focus on turning his knife around to stab him. One down two to go.

The next one went at him with a knife. She got a few good moves in before Frank stapped her in the stomach. It wasn’t lethal but she stayed down.

That's when the lead woman pointed her knife toward him. The kid relaxed a little, the fear on her face turning into determination. The woman punched the kid in the stomach to get her out of the way then charged at him. She managed to knock his knife away early into the fight. He turned to fists. She managed to slice his as open, which hurt not only physically but also his pride. He knocked her arm against the wall making her drop her knife. They both fell with it, soon rolling around on the ground. Then all of a sudden the woman fell over streaming and blood came spurting out of her leg. 

Standing above them was the girl holding one of the knives. She had stabbed the woman in the thigh, hitting an artery. Maybe it was an accident, but he didn’t think it was.

Amy

Amy recognized the man from the bathroom the moment he walked in. Not from the news, though she had seen that too. But from the photos her brother had from his time overseas. She should have seen it before in the bar, but she had been so focused on Karen that she didn’t even register he was there.

Now he was grumbling angrily on the phone, with who she assumed was Karen, assuring her they were both okay and telling her not to get involved because he had no idea what was going on. He hung up after that and dragged her down another alley without a word.

They continued like that for a long time as they made their way through Hell's Kitchen, both walking in silence until Frank would pull her down a different street. They both looked awful. Frank was limping from the stab wound to his ass and he had a bruise starting to swell along his cheekbone. Amy didn’t look any better. She was already cut, bruised, and bleeding. But now she was also bleeding slightly from her neck from where the woman held the knife. And her stomach hurt from where she got punched. Although the more she thought about it, it could just be the hunger from throwing up the only food she had eaten in the past 36 hours when she got hit.

After what was probably a couple of hours they got to where Frank was taking her. It was an old run-down apartment building above a pretty sketchy-looking pizzeria. She followed him up a few flights of stairs to what she assumed was his door. He grabbed a key out of his pocket wincing a little and unlocked the door.

Inside was a dark little studio apartment with bottles of alcohol on almost every surface and a wall of weaponry taking up most of the wall space. She didn’t get to look too long because Frank pushed towards the bathroom in the corner, dragging her along with one hand and grabbing a bottle of whisky on the dresser.

He sat her down on the toilet and began rummaging around the cabinets above and below the sink. The silence was finally starting to get to Amy so she said the only thing she could think of, “Nice place you got.” She immediately cursed herself. Nice place you got? Seriously? He just shook his head and kept looking in the cabinets until he found what he was looking for.

He set some medical supplies down on the sink and then undid his pants, pulling them down so that the stab wound was exposed. Amy looked away to give him privacy. “I need you to stitch me up.” That made her look up at him. She was expecting to see annoyance or even anger on his face because she was the one who got him stabbed. She wasn’t expecting him to look gentle, to look like Gunner when he was trying not to scare off a frightened deer. She grabbed the needle and thread, “Use the whiskey first to disinfect the wound and the needle.” She followed his instructions quickly.

He grunted and cursed when she poured the alcohol over the cut, “Sorry.” She murmured, then added, “The pains gonna get a lot worse.” Grabbing the needle again.

“Not my first rodeo.” He barely made a sound when she stuck the needle in his flesh the first time. Yeah, it definitely wasn’t his first time getting stitched up. Or his second. Or his third.

When she had finished and bandaged him up he treated her injuries in return. She sat on the sink while he cleaned the cuts on her face and elbows, “Jesus kid. What the hell happened?”

He had proved himself but she still couldn’t trust him just yet, “How do you know Karen Page?”

He didn’t say anything for a minute, he looked like he was trying to figure out how much to say just like her. “She’s a good friend of mine. One of my lawyers.” Ohhhhhhhh. So Frank was the marine buddy she helped out. Maybe he was safe to share something.

“You’re Frank Castle.” He didn’t look surprised she knew who he was. “You served with my brother, Gunner.” That he was surprised by. He studied her face, clearly trying to see if there were any similarities.

“You must be Amy. The other siblings were younger.” She nodded but didn’t say anything else, “Is that it? Is that all you’ll tell me?” She nodded again and he sighed, “Okay, what’s your parent’s number? Or Gunner’s?”

“There’s no one to call. Gunner’s the only one I had and he’s dead.” She hadn’t meant to tell him that. The fewer people who knew the better.

His face fell, “Gunner’s dead? When- how- what happened? Why were you looking for Karen? And why the hell were those people after you?” Amy didn’t say anything. The less he knew the safer he was. He had Karen’s number on his phone. If she got him to sleep maybe she could take it and meet her. Frank groaned and became frustrated, “Look I’m not going to hurt you or call your parents or whatever is keeping you from talking. But I need you to tell me what's going on because it seems a whole lot of people are after you and now they’re gonna be after me because I helped you. So you need to tell me what happened.” 

Amy hadn’t even thought about that. They were after him now. He deserved the truth, “Okay. So I uh- don’t know much. All I know is two days ago a ton of people in military clothes came and shot up our cabin. Gunner got shot but I didn’t. He gave me these,” Amy reached into her bra and pulled out the rolls of film, showing them to Frank, “and told me to find Karen Page at Nelson and Murdock Law offices and give these to her.” Frank looked skeptical, turning the canisters over in his hands, “I thought I lost them in the woods but they must have followed me here. That's all I know I swear.”

Frank looked thoughtful, angry, and worried all at once when he looked at her but his tone was gentle again when he spoke to her, “Okay. Here’s what we’re gonna do. It’s late so you’re gonna get some sleep. Then in the morning, we’ll figure out what to do with these.” He gave the tapes back to her. Then he tossed a long sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts at her, “Put these on and get some rest.” He left her in the bathroom to change.

She put on the t-shirt, grateful for the long sleeves, and then the gym shorts which were basically pants on her. When she came back out Frank was seemingly asleep on one of the couches. Amy went over to the other one and before her head even hit the pillow she was fast asleep.

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #punisher fanfiction #amy bendix #frank castle x amy bendix #frank castle x karen page #frank castle and amy

[lokifae42]

YES, NO, MAYBE

Chapter 2/? Chapter 1 Warnings: Nothing yet Rating: 18+

Tagging: @becauseicantthink (thanks for letting me tag you! I love your writing and you are a big inspiration!)

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The date had absolutely wiped Maddie out, thankfully she was spared a hangover as she only had two drinks. But the tension, the banter, the flirting, all of it made her exhausted by the time she got into bed last night. Even this morning, the bags under her eyes seemed worse as she tried to cover it up with foundation. It took a good hour before she was out the door and off to get a cup of coffee. And still she thought she looked like shit. 

Entering the ANVIL lobby, it seemed its usual busy, people milling about and sitting, no doubt for Billy. She walked up the stairs and into her cubicle, placing her coffee down and getting straight to work. 

But before she could get any ‘real’ work done a man came and tapped her on her shoulder, 

“What are you doing here? You’ve been transferred” he said in a gruff voice,

Madison blinked, “Oh… I wasn’t notified”

“Huh, thought you knew,” the man leaned down and whispered, “it’s all the way up from the big boss himself,” he handed her a letter, “you’re to work for him personally,”

The words on the page did not register in her mind, “Uhhhh, thank you for telling me” taking her bag she smiled at the man who waited for her to leave. She entered the elevator and took it all the way up to Billy’s office. The doors opened with a ding and revealed a luxurious lobby space. A large black desk that was topped with white marble stood in front of her, large black leather seats were to her left. A window as tall as the wall gave the room a beautiful room and natural cool lighting. 

“Miss Woodworth, Mr. Russo is just in his office,” the lady at the desk motioned to the large dark brown doors to the right.

“Thank you,” Madison said as she went over to the doors, but before she could enter a man came in front of her,

“I’m going to need to check your bag, ma’am,” the bodyguard said and looked at the bag on Madison’s shoulder.

Her anxiety spiked as she had her S.H.I.E.L.D USB stick within but she knew it was located in a secret pocket. She was about to hand it over when Billy opened the doors to his office. 

“That’s not necessary, John,” he said, “Madison here is my new personal assistant, she can be trusted,” he looked at her with a grin “you can be trusted, right?” 

“Of course! Or I doubt you would have given me the job,” she chuckles and kept her bag on her shoulder.

Billy led her into his spacious office which seemed simple and well kept. Another large window identical to the one in the lobby was behind his enormous desk. The rest of the office was minimalist, a small black couch sat up against the wall and two chairs sat in front of his glass desk. 

“I only let people I trust into my inner circle,” he went back out to the hallway and opened up another relatively large door that opened up to a small but still luxurious office, “I hope the transfer wasn’t too much of a shock”

Madison chuckled “A better warning might have been nice but I’m assuming this is a… last minute decision,” she walked into the mini office and put her bag down, thinking of the date from the previous night, “anything to do with the date or just a ‘corporate’ decision?” 

The comment made Billy smirk with a little chuckle, his almost black eyes flicking to the floor then back to her, “perhaps a bit of both, your talents were wasted in your last position.”

Madison eyed his movements to see what his true motives were, there was a smirk on her face in response, “I appreciate the upgrade, much better than the beige cubicle I was at,” 

The whole situation almost made Maddie laugh, the fact that after a date she became a ‘personal assistant’ seemed like a plot of a shitty porn video. 

Billy stood at the foot of the doorway, “Miss Adelaide at the front desk will be your other ‘supervisor’ only to avoid the appearance of impropriety but your office is right outside mine. Miss Adelaide is there should you need anything.” He took a badge out of his pocket and handed it to her, “the projects you will work on will be at my discretion and here is your new badge. It should get you anywhere in the building,”

That last statement shocked Madison but years of S.H.I.E.L.D training kept her face completely neutral. She passed her old badge to him and took the new one and there it was, ‘unlimited access’ typed on the bottom. Maddie looked back up to him with a brow furrowed, “so… what exactly is my job? Sounds like I’m a glorified secretary,”

Billy laughed again but shook his head, “Not at all, you’ll be a project manager, dealing with the creation and refinement of training sessions and contract security. You’ll be the special eye that makes sure it looks final and is secure. You’re my girl, FRIDAY. The only calls you’ll be getting will be related to the projects you’ll be working on,”

“I can do that,” Madison nodded and pushed a strand of hair behind her ears as she sat down at her new desk.

“Perfect. Take today to move your stuff and get settled in. Adelaide will give you a tour later on and tomorrow we can dive right in,” Billy gave a curt nod and a smile to Maddie before walking out and back into his own office. 

Billy closed the door and stood in front of the large window, looking out into the vast New York skyline. He took out his phone and while dialing and putting the phone to his ears he looked at the tiny specks down below walk by. 

“She’s settling in, now to see what happens next. I want weekly reports and immediate contact if there’s anything out of the ordinary,” Billy smirked at the city skyline, “New York, New York…”

~~

Maddie spent the rest of the morning setting up her new personal office. It was quite the step up from the tiny cubicle with a gorgeous pine desk and an expensive looking computer. But before she did anything she gave the office a… pat down of sorts. Scanning over surfaces and drawers, shelves and walls to spot any devices. None were seen, to Maddie’s surprise and there were none on her computer hardware as she checked. No cameras, no listening devices, nothing. It made Madison uneasy, the quick promotion, the speed in which she was asked out by him. Billy Russo had to know something but was sure to make no show of it. Madison decided to play along, not wanting to put any sort of spyware in his devices or office or apartment for the time being.

Around lunch time there was a knock on her door and Madison looked up to see Billy there at the door,

“Lunch?” he said with a cool smile as he leaned on the door.

“I’d love to, I’m guessing you have another fancy place to go?” Maddie grabs her purse and gets up.

Billy gets off the doorway and brings around her waist, not quite touching but the presence of his hand had set Maddie’s skin aflame. “Standing place only, but they have the best tacos in the city.” he said as they walked through the building and down the busy New York street. 

“Tacos!! I love them! But I’m a messy taco eater,” Maddie chuckled and still kept close to Billy.

He smirked and looked down to her, “If you make a mess, I’ll just have to clean you up,” he winked as they walked past a large line of people. He opened the door at the start of the line and went right in. 

Maddie gawked as she saw him just go right in, as if he really was a VIP of somesort. Between the people staring at her and the comment Billy made Madison’s cheeks blush hot.

“Mr. Russo!” A voice called from across the counter and there Maddie found a middle-aged tanned man with his arms upraised. “And you brought a friend!”

Madison smiled and Billy introduced the to the owner of the restaurant,

“Pleasure to meet you, Madison. It’s not often Mr. Russo brings friends, and certainly not pretty girls. Tell me, what can I get for both of you?” 

Both Billy and Maddie order some tacos and a burrito to go and in the meantime they wait at the back of the store while others come and order too. 

Maddie looked up to Billy, “What did you do for him? To allow you to skip 20 other people in line, I mean,” 

Billy gave his usual cocky smile and looked down to her as they waited, “I gave him the money to start the place. We were friends before and once ANVIL became successful I wanted to help him,” 

Maddie nodded and the owner of the store brought over their order, he also had a bag in one of his hands, “Here you go, and your bodyguard…” he looked down at the order name, “John ordered this, mind giving it to him?”

“Of course not,” Billy said as he took both the food and the bag. But before they left he handed the owner a couple of hundred dollar bills, “take the wife out tonight, on me,” 

“You are too kind, Mr. Russo!”

Billy gave another charming smile and escorted Maddie out of the small establishment. They walked down the busy New York streets back to the head office and the entire time Maddie’s mind was spinning. What the hell had Billy done with that owner and what the hell was in the bag he was carrying? The whole situation had Maddie’s training tell her this was an illegal operation but there was no proof. Yet. 

They made it back to the building and into Billy’s office, 

“We can eat on the couch,” Billy said as he moved the coffee table closer, he sat down and placed the bag of food. 

Maddie took a seat beside him on the couch and opened up her coke as Billy passed her the tacos. She took a bite and a bunch of crumbs and pieces fell back into the tray,

“You weren’t kidding about being messy,” Billy chuckled and passed her a couple of napkins, “do you like your office?”

There was another crunch and some more mess as Maddie took the napkin. She gave a nod.

This time Billy leaned over and wiped her chin and Madison stopped. Her eyes met his dark brown —almost black— irises and it took her breath away. His face was stunning from being this close. No amount of S.H.I.E.L.D training could stop her cheeks from going a shade of red. 

“There we go,” Billy said softly “perfect”

Still Madison’s cheeks burned in a blush, “Tacos are meant to be messy, definitely not a first date kind of food” she chuckled and took a sip from her coke. “Although this is the best taco I’ve ever had,”

Billy laughed in return, “right? I keep asking for his secret but he never tells me”

There was a pause in the conversation and it allowed Maddie to think. Her mission was to get information out of Billy by going undercover. And if she blew cover it was by any means necessary. Her goal was eventually to seduce him somehow and as the days went on it seemed easier and easier. Until she again made a mess and again Billy cleaned her mouth and chin. Madison willed herself to stay focused on the task; on the mission to find Rawlins but it was becoming ever more difficult with each passing glance from Billy’s gorgeous face. 

“So, tell me more about your family,” Billy broke the silence.

“Hmm.. there’s not much to tell. My parents did live in New York once but moved around when they wanted to have kids. Eventually they liked Washington state better than New York for raising a kid”

“You make it sound like New York is filled with drugs, sex, and crime,” Billy laughed as he ate,

Maddie laughed in response, “well only in the bad parts,” she took another pause before continuing, “other than that.. I’m an only child and my mother was a mail carrier and my dad worked for a lumber yard as an accountant. Just an average American family”

Billy sipped his coke and leaned back in his chair, watching her, “They can’t be that average, they had you” he gave another charming smile, “and you’re anything but ordinary” 

His comment elicited a soft chuckle from Maddie, “You flatter me, really I’m nothing too special,”

“No,” Billy said almost immediately, “you are extraordinary and you know it,” his stare was intense and it sent shivers down Madison’s skin. He was both beautiful and threatening.

He sat back in his chair and smirked, his dark eyes still gazed at her. There was something as he looked at her, something… off. As he gazed at her he could almost confirm it. The sudden cute employee, way too over qualified for the job, the whole thing reeked of a plant. Of a covert operation. But he kept quiet, studied her, and left her to make the first move.

“Thanks again for lunch,” Madison said

“My pleasure,” Billy responded, “Perhaps we make these lunch dates a weekly affair? I’d love to see more of you,” 

“As if you aren’t seeing me daily anyway. But who can say no to a free lunch?” She smiled and walked towards the office door.

“You’d be surprised who would turn down a free lunch,” Billy stood and put the garbage in the bin, he came over and opened the door for her, “have a good day, Madison,”

“You as well,” she smiled and left for her own office. She heard the doors to Billy’s office close. 

After an hour Billy called John from his office, “Was it in there?” A few moments later his jaw clenched and he took a deep breath, “Go remind him of what happens when I don’t get what I want. Thanks John.” Billy’s voice was lethal as his eyes turned black. He sat back down in his office chair and after a few moments to breathe and calm down he opened up the security cameras to Madison’s office. He smiled.

#Billy Russo #Billy Russo fanfiction #Billy Russo smut #Jigsaw #Jigsaw fanfiction #Marvel fanfiction #Punisher fanfiction #Ben Barnes #ben barnes fanfiction #bin bons #plot: bin bons #Marvel AU #Billy Russo AU #Punisher AU

[celestialspecial]

A Promotion

Warnings- ceo smut, 18+, Billy in his true form

“When will you quit and come work for me? You’re far too good a worker for that law office.” Billy smiled seeing you walk in with a stack of folders and papers needing signing. You merely shrugged, winking at him in the process, you loved both of your banter but you sensed it edging towards something more and more each visit.

“I get taken care of just fine thank you very much. Here Mr. Donavan wants you to sign this and have a look over these documents.” You handed him the fattest folder, which he took, barely scanned the first page before snapping it shut with one hand and tossing it onto his desk behind him. Moving closer to you,forcing your backside to brush against the lip of his desk.

“I’d give you a raise, more paid vacation time and you’d have a corner office view overlooking the park. Don’t tell me he can offer you all that as well?” You felt yourself sucking in a breath, trying to play it cool but all too aware of how close in proximity he was to you, like a panther stalking it’s prey.

“Mr.Russo…”

“How many times have I asked you to call me Billy?” He asked the corner of his mouth twitching up as your lips parted, choking on the next word.

“Billy…I assure you I’m doing quite alright.” At this he held his hand out for the rest of the folders in your arms which you hesitantly handed over to him. They were documents for him regarding Anvil and it’s inner workings but you felt so exposed to him now without your arms crossed in front of your chest holding them to you.

He in turn also let them drop with a loud thud on his desk, right by your back. His arms came to rest on either side of you planted on the dark wooden surface. Even hunched over in this position he still had a few inches on you, body and face alarmingly close to yours. His dark eyes were full of mischief as you felt them rove over your body, hidden under your work attire. His right hand left the desk to make its way downwards, grasping the hem of your skirt between his thumb and forefingers, testing the fabric, feeling the thickness of it.

“I like this skirt.” You felt heat creep into your face before responding.

“Thank you I just got it back from the seamstress.” At that his one eyebrow rose in question, still toying with the fabric.

“Oh? What happened to it?” You could barely think, with each swipe of his fingers over the fabric you could feel his knuckles scraping against your bare knees, a subtle power play no doubt and you were falling- hook, line and sinker.

“It got caught on a filing cabinet handle and ripped. Thankfully I had some safety pins to keep me decent the rest of the work day.” The look in his eyes seared into your brain, excitement flashed brightly in those eyes, you could practically see him imagining you in work the skirt ripped and torn, one move away from falling to the floor. Two could play this game.

“Ya know that should fall under workers comp of some sort. Pay to cover your costs to fix it, being in such a …harsh work environment.” You couldn’t stifle the laugh that you let loose.

“I don’t think fashion faux pas count as tax deductible. Mr- err, Billy.” You swore when his eyes briefly closed his eyes were on the verge of rolling back into his head at your use of his name.

“If you worked for me I’d have covered it.” You swallowed the tiny bit of saliva that was in your mouth, his predator eyes narrowed when he noticed. “In fact, I’d have bought you a whole new wardrobe to make up for it.” His hand thankfully released your skirt to settle back in its rightful place on the desk again.

“Maybe I’d have let you.” Not the response he was expecting but one that sent a thrill through you, noticing how his muscles tensed under the taut fabric of his suit, stretched along his back from how he was positioned. “What would you have bought me?” You needed to go, to return to work but this was just, too fun. Seeing the CEO before you fighting for control, you could see it in the way a muscle ticked in his jaw, how his eyes darkened dangerously, the knuckles on his clenched hands turning white.

“Maybe we’d start with a new blouse…” he leaned forward further and you felt your arms come behind you, elbows resting on the desk surface as his hand came up to fiddle with the collar of your work shirt. His long deft fingers traced along your neck ever so briefly and you swore he must’ve been able to feel your pulse fluttering under their touch. When his hand moved again it brushed past your collar bones and tugged at the first closure, the button popped open easily exposing more of your chest to him. “One with better buttons.” As his hand worked its devilish magic again another button popped open revealing the top of your lacey black bra.

He looked positively devious as his greedy eyes examined the newly exposed skin, free to breathe.

“And?” You wanted to stop, to be a good assistant and return to your law office but every cell in your body wanted to stay, to continue.

“And-“ he said aloud, hand tracing down the front of you, resting between your breasts, his hand rising and falling erratically in time with your shuddering breath. “More items like this.” His fingertips danced along the lace trim admiring it before placing his mouth over top of your left breast, an open mouthed kiss, then you felt his tongue dart out to taste you, then a brief suction that had you moaning out loud. He pulled back to lock eyes with you, before lavishing the same attention on your right side.

You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle any more noises, his hot mouth exploring across your barely clothed chest.

“Ah ah, sweetheart I want to Hear you. In my office we have an open communication policy. Don’t worry you’ll get that in the manual when you start.” Before you could mutter a response his other hand left it’s place on the desk and you felt his fingers work up your shirt, untucking if from your skirt and sliding up your back.

“Mr.Russo!” You gasped feeling your bra pop open and fall to the floor just as his mouth closed over your puckered nipple, tongue swirling around the hardened nub as you let loose another desperate sounding sigh.

“Please call me Billy. We do have a unique working relationship don’t we?” You couldn’t respond even if you wanted to, his mouth working miracles against both your nipples, hand kneading and caressing whichever one wasn’t in his mouth. You could feel a tight coiling sensation in your stomach and a torturing ache between you legs. You didn’t hide the whiny noise you made when he pulled away, his lips reddened and wet. “No I’d buy you fancier underthings, expensive ones, ones that are easy to take off. Ones I’d know you’re wearing even if I can’t see them. Then I’d ask to see them on our lunch break, would you let me?”

You were convinced this man was the devil. Teasing you, KNOWING he was teasing you, until you were just a trembling mess before him. The hard wood of the desk bit into the back of you elbows, causing you to lean further back still.

“Y-yes I would.” His head drops low and he lets out a low groan at your words, before lifting it up to examine your skirt once more. Hands drifting to the sides, skating down the back, giving your backside a generous squeeze before hoisting you up and into a seated position on his desk. You squealed at the sudden movement then let your own head fall back as you felt him kneading your thighs over the skirt fabric, tracing up the waistband, plucking at it until it snapped against the soft flesh of your lower back, a cry escaping your lips.

“I’d buy you new skirts all the time, to replace the ones I rip off of you.” The zipper slides down and you shudder feeling the cool air against your bare skin. “Of course they’ll be much shorter than this, so I can see your ass much better from behind my desk as you walk by. And dresses, beautiful dresses that showcase this work of art you’re trying to hide.”

“Mr. Russo- Billy, I-“ there were no words. Your world had shrunk down to each next movement of his hands on your poor aching body. Every new sensation shooting through your nerves, as he trailed up and down the length of your skirt, squeezing your hips and massaging your thighs down to your knees as his fingers grazed back up they paused, finding the seam that had been stitched back up from where it’d caught on the handle. His eyes, black as night caught your own, filled with need, with desire. He never broke contact with yours as his hand gripped at the now flimsy feeling fabric and he pulled, tearing the seam open along with the rest of the skirt, tattered fabric falling to the floor uselessly.

Your blouse had fluttered off at some point in both your movements until you sat on his desk before him in just your pantries. Underwear in a light shade of pink contrasted by the darkness of the black bra you’d been wearing, delicate, sweet. He growled deep in his chest when his eyes lingered on them. You swore you could feel the heat from his stare warming your core as he intently gazed upon it.

“My God.” Was all he said, hands traveling from where they had rested on your knees up to fondle the soft pale fabric. His head shot up from where it had been looking down, lingering. “Lean back.”

You gave him a questioning look, unsure of if you should or not. If you had the strength to move at all. But you pushed away until your back fell against the cool hard wood of his desk, still attempting to prop yourself up to watch him. “Back.” He said again before realizing the stacks of papers and Manila folders you’d brought were impeding your ability to do so. At that he hovered over you, so close you could feel his breath ghosting over your neck, before he pushed all the documents off to the floor. Papers flying, scattering along the ground like confetti, allowing you to fully fall down, a squeaky noise jumping from you as you felt Billy’s touch return to your legs.

“These….we’ll get you more of these.” He said, voice husky, two fingers slipping under the band of your pantries. The light fabric did nothing to conceal the wetness dripping from between your legs, a dark spot growing on the pink fabric. Billy felt himself come undone at the sight, tearing the offending fabric off of you and putting it in his back pocket.

“I promise I’ll be a good boss.” He said, fingers trailing up and down your thigh, scaling upwards over your stomach and caressing your breasts before lightly pinching one of your nipples. “We’ll be working closely together, so meetings like this will be a regular occurrence. I hope you don’t mind- I just like to…keep on top of things.” You nodded vigorously not trusting your voice wouldn’t crack. Billy smirked, removing his own jacket and tossing it on top of the pile of your clothing, rolling up his sleeves, the large expensive watch he had on his wrist clinking with each movement.

You watched him, eyes wide, waiting, feeling so exposed, wondering how it’d gotten so far, how you’d ended up laying on Mr.Russo’s desk when all you’d been asked to do was drop off some paperwork. You’d done it a hundred times before, but with each time your attraction to him became more evident and apparently it wasn’t one sided.

“Alright darlin’ let me see that perfect pussy.” You blushed hard at his words, hesitating but feeling his hands on your knees pushing them open, the feral noise he made seeing you dripping for him nearly had you coming already. The prominent swell in his slacks had you clenching around nothing, he stood back, running a large hand over the front of his pants, cursing as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment.

In a split second you saw him drop to one knee then you felt him. The flat of his tongue running straight up the center of you, your hands flew to the sides of the desk, grasping against the edge, needing to grip something. Billy groaned against your pussy, tongue laving punishing circles around your clit before skillfully sucking on the bundle of nerves before pulling back, a wet pop sounding before he looked up at you.

“Bet you Mr.Donavan doesn’t do this for you. Doesn’t know how to make his girl feel good.” You groaned at his words, gripping the desk so tightly your fingers felt they would bleed. He tapped on your knee, then slid a long fingers through your folds. “Tell me. Does he?”

“N-no..”

“No what?” You bit your lip, sucking in a shallow breath.

“He doesn’t.. make me feel this good.” A wicked grin.

“Does he buy you pretty things? Pretty things like his pretty assistant?” You shook your head, feeling his thumb swipe over your clit again.

“Use your words sweetheart.”

“No. He doesn’t-“ his tongue was on you again, sucking, lapping up your juices, filthy noises coming from below, when he stopped you wanted to cry out at the loss of contact.

“Go on”

“He doesn’t know how to make me feel good. O-or, buy me pretty things.” Billy tsk’d at that, disappointment evident on his face.

“Such a shame. People don’t know how to treat employees these days.” At that he pushed up, unbuckling his pants, letting them fall to the floor, metal buckle clanking. You swallowed thickly seeing the outline of him in his boxers, a new found ache shooting through you. He rolled down his boxers, cock springing forth, hard and leaking. You pushed up onto your elbows to get a better view, he only chuckled, one hand braces against your chest and pushing you back down to the desk gently.

“Don’t worry beautiful, we’ll have more than enough time to see each other once you start working.” You moaned wantonly, but stopped short feeling the tip of him pressing against your entrance insistently, hot and large.

“Billy-“ he paused watching you, waiting for your response. “I can start on Monday.” His devilish grin was back, and he pushed into you, both of you crying out at the sensation.

You felt stretched to your limits, pain skirted pleasure and each new movement had you begging for more. Every thrust of his hips had you rising to meet him stroke for stroke, his hands grip your tightly, feeling him deeper and deeper inside you.

Billy nearly growls against your neck, kissing you up and down as his hips speed up their pace, pulling a sharp gasp from you. You feel yourself creeping closer and closer to the edge.

“Billy I’m- I’m gonna”

“Come for me darlin’, “ you squeeze your eyes shut focusing only on the flurry of pleasure punctuated by each new buck of Billy’s hips. He nips at your neck and you’re clenching hard around him as your orgasm tears through you.

His hips stutter and he groans as he comes after you, thrusting a few more times to milk both your releases for all they’re worth. His head falls to your chest, his ragged breath tickling your skin, as your run a hand along the side of his face, both of you spent and sweaty.

He laughs breathlessly, pushing up off of you, but not before placing a trail of kisses along your chest up your neck and finally a long slow one on your lips.

You chase his mouth when he pulls away, running a hand through his mussed hair. He helps you sit up, paying special care to cleaning you up as you enjoy the feel of his body still in close proximity to yours. You look around at your clothes bundled on the ground, the shirt and bra were still salvageable but the skirt… Billy noticed where you were looking, a beat of recognition and he was up moving towards the closet in his office.

Opening the door he pulled out a hanger, on it a stunning slinky black dress. Your mouth gaped open admiring it as he walked towards you, a shit eating grin on his gorgeous face, holding the dress out to you.

“Here, I was planning to give this to you when you started on Monday but I think It’ll get some use now.” You pulled the dress from the hanger, skimming over the opulent fabric and eyes widening seeing the designer label, looking back up into his dark eyes which glimmered brightly.

“You knew I was gonna relent didn’t you?” He only grinned wider, moving behind you to pull the zipper slowly up your back, his fingers skimming your heated skin as he fixed the closure securely at the top. “What am I going to say when Mr.Donavan asks why I’m dressed in a completely different outfit?” You giggle at the thought.

Billy’s hands fell to your waist,pulling you close to him as he snarled teasingly in the crook of your shoulder.

“Tell him the truth.” You stilled at that thought, before he continued. “That you got a promotion.”

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Reflections

It was 3 am again. Frank was sick of waking up at this godforsaken time every morning for as long as he could remember. Since all this had started. But it had ended now, or so he hoped.

They were all dead, all of them, he’d gotten his revenge on what had happened to his family. His sense of purpose was now simply to get rid of other criminals and get justice for others who did not deserve the things that happened to them. 

He knew he wouldn't get back to sleep. 

Aching, he stood up from the bed and looked across the room at that damn spray painted vest. He just sighed as he walked into the small bathroom.

Frank stood in front of the mirror, contemplating the dried blood on his face trying not to look behind him in the mirror. There would always be someone else there with him in the mirror, even if he knew they weren’t there in person. Usually, it would be Maria, or his children, always making his heart hurt to see them. But today, as his gaze shifted from his own reflection, it was someone he had not yet seen in the glass. He had hoped he never would, but still knew he would appear sooner or later. It was Billy.

Frank wanted so hard to look away, to dispel this image, reflection, hallucination, whatever it was, but he found he couldn’t. The visions never spoke, they couldn’t, but the image of Billy standing there behind him in the reflection, smiling slightly and with a strange look in his eyes, unscarred, was almost worse.

Frank almost wished it’d speak so he could scream to drown it out. 

“Go away,” he whispered to the reflection. “Go away, you aren’t real, you’re dead, goddammit you’re dead, I killed you. go, go away! Leave me alone!!” his voice had risen to a strained shout. Frank tore his eyes away as he shouted, before opening them to look down and realise that his hand was covered in blood and hurt like hell. 

As he looked back up he realised he’d smashed the bathroom mirror in his anger. But still, Billy stood there in the reflection of the shattered glass, blood covering his face as it had that night at the carousel. 

Frank saw that he was mouthing something and tried his hardest to make it out through the blood. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He was saying “I’m sorry.” His last words, the ones that Frank had never let him finish.

“Whatever happened, I’m-“

Before Frank could contemplate it any further, or even scream and him that he didn’t deserve to be sorry, that he’d never forgive him, the vision was gone, and Frank was left alone in the bathroom, early dawn light streaming in through the small window, a shattered mirror in front of him and a hand covered in blood. A horrible feeling of deja vu came over him.

Frank let himself fall apart once again.

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[amhrosina]

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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[blkkizzat]

Nanami x Higuruma x Intern!Reader

18+ ONLY MDNI cw: light smut, punishment, slight bdsm wc: 820

Your first internship is at a law firm.

Not just any law firm, one of the most prestigious law firms in all of Japan:

Higuruma Nanami & Associates.

You were lucky to get this job.

Very lucky in fact.

So lucky because frankly, you weren't qualified for the job at all.

Your light pink pumps only graced the pristine Italian marble floors of the firm because you were the daughter of one of their biggest corporate clients.

You shouldn't have even been here.

The only expectations given to you surrounding your education and career was to go to a respectable college but only to earn a degree in a softball Humanities major like English or Liberal Studies to find a husband, get married and never lift a finger for a day of work in your life.

But no, not you.

You were a stubborn girl who wanted to prove her daddy wrong.

You weren't just a ditzy trust-fund crybaby you were perfectly capable of doing whatever you set your mind to.

And what you set your mind to be when you stormed into your daddy's office to tell him after your 3 years long skip-years of traveling the world to "find" yourself is that you wanted to be a lawyer.

However you were beginning to second guess that decision as you sat after hours in your bosses' office spread open, tights ripped through with Nanami Kento fully sheathed inside of your soaked cunt.

His partner Higuruma Hiromi grilled you as prosecution, judge and jury.

You had fucked up big this time.

Well honestly, you had been fucking up since you started at the firm.

You didn't know the legal term for anything.

You had misfiled classified information in public folders on the firm's server and had caused a near riot when you accidentally ordered decaf instead of regular beans for the firms espresso machine.

The final straw was when you had sashayed into your second week of work in the newest fresh-off-the-runway baby pink Chanel tweed suit that had be tailored to your exact measurements... all with the exception of the skirt which rode up to ass cheeks when you bent over even slightly.

The distraction had been too much for Nanami who had pulled two consecutive all nighters for a huge case he'd been working tirelessly on.

Fully rested you would have been a great temptation regardless, but given the circumstances he could not stop watching you fixated on your curvaceous form as you fluttered around his office to incorrectly catalog recent case files.

This resulted in him discovering that on days you wore tights you did not deem it necessary to wear panties.

You gave poor overworked Nanami a full view of your puffy pussy lips peaking out between your thick thighs and sheer tights as you bent over to shuffle through the bottom file cabinet mere feet away from his face.

Your distraction caused him to miss click, sending the wrong case files to the court clerk and almost causing the firm to get their injunction dismissed-

-that is, if it wasn't for Higuruma's quick thinking and inner court connections.

Higuruma was livid.

That was the final straw for you.

You had to be punished.

And so you were.

"Nanami, s-sir, please," you sniffed as moisture gathered in your long lashes that you batted slowly appeal to Nanami for any leniency.

You looked up back at him as best you could with your arms tied in thick black leather cuffs behind you causing you to arch further and sink even lower onto his cock.

Your sugary peach glossed lips shined as your bottom lip stuck out in an angelic little pout.

God, Nanami knew he wasn't nearly as strong as Higuruma. Not with him being this overworked and you sitting on him so pretty like this begging.

Your cunt's walls tightened and convulsed deliciously from the thick stretch of Nanami's girth and his fingers dug into your hips to steady both you and himself.

Nanami wanted nothing more than to bend you over his desk and fuck some legal knowledge as well as some respect for the court system into you but he knew his partner Higuruma was a stickler for justice.

Higuruma wouldn't allow for you to cum until he felt like your punishment for distracting his partner had been served sufficiently.

"Don't look to me sweet girl."

Nanami cooed in your ear as he turned your face back to Higuruma who you see had produced a black braided leather flogger from a secret drawer in his desk.

This caused your pussy to gush further as you squirmed on Nanami in anticipation.

"You will have to appeal to the judge."

Nanami hissed a low warning of legal advice to you as Higuruma approached you with an intense look that told you he planned to correct their errant intern's ways for good...

Even if it took all night.

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ.

A/N: Had this in my head and had to get it out. This was very loosely inspired by the lovely Yuana's Nanami smut comic (skirt temptation). Please sub to her patreon, she really cooks!

I love the idea of both Nanami and Higuruma punishing me tho omfgggggg. perhaps i'll do a longer fic after kinktober lol.

*scurries back to finish kinktober*

Werewolf!Toji is on track for late tonight/early tomorrow.

Reblog to be punished by Nanami & Higuruma 😍 but likes and comments are still appreciated all the same 🥹

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Can I get a whiskey with Frank castle and “I don’t deserve you” please?

Multi Talented.

warnings - smut. cursing.

haven't written frank in so long!! thank you for requesting <3

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

"Oh fuck, Frank."

You thread your fingers through his hair and pull, eliciting a groan from the man who's broad shoulders are keeping your legs apart.

"Shit, Frank. Just- I just - fuck, give me a minute to just-"

Your back arches off the bed as he sucks particularly hard, teeth grazing over your clit. You're panting, chest heaving, hands scrambling for purchase. You're not sure if you're pushing him away or pulling him closer.

He's doing this thing with his tongue, making it difficult for you to breathe. There are silver stars floating in front of your eyes, blurring your vision, shifting your reality.

The city outside hurries on, sirens and car horns soundtracking the night. The room is dark except for the light of the streetlamps, illuminating the shining purple bruise on Frank's cheekbone.

He pulls away to mutter under his breath, barely audible. You wouldn't hear if you weren't so in tune with everything he says or does.

"That's it, pretty girl."

"Atta girl. You got it."

"Yeah. Good fuckin' girl. So good f'me."

His low, raspy tone is what sends you over the edge, gasping as his fingers curl just right. You see salvation in your release, the universe white hot and blinding.

"Where did you learn to do that?" you ask breathlessly, relaxing back against the sheets.

"Told ya I know a few things," he chuckles, crawling up your body so you're face to face.

You kiss him eagerly, tongue slipping into his mouth to taste yourself.

"I don't deserve you," you laugh.

"Let me show you how much you deserve me," he whispers against your lips, strong hands gripping your thighs to part them for him again.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

hope you having a good day/night 💘

frank having a wet dream (i’m not a native speaker i’m not sure if it’s called this, i’m sorry) about reader and when it’s just about to endddd….reader wakes him up cos obviously he was grunting, sweating and moving a lot in his sleep so she thought he was having a nightmare and she’s worried about him…(my horny brain just died here so i’m leaving the rest of it to you)

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“Frank? Baby, wake up,” your sprawled-out fingers gently swept over his broad shoulder, “it’s okay, it’s just a nightmare.”

On a sharp intake of oxygen, Frank stirred from his slumber. Blinking open his dark eyes to see you staring back at him, your cheek smooshed against your pillow, only a second passed before his touch slid up to the sides of your face as he longingly let his forehead melt against your own. 

“Wow,” you uttered softly as he crawled closer, “are you okay?” 

“Mhm,” he hummed gravelly before crashing his lips against yours. 

Out of pure surprise, a palm came up to press against his chest as you grasped the first sliver of a break to tilt your head back enough to search his eyes in the low moonlight, “Frank?”

“It wasn’t a nightmare,” his thumb brushed across your cheekbone as his gaze all but ate you up. 

“Frank, you don’t have to act all tough around me, you know that–,” but the rest of your sentence fell from your lips as he rolled on top of you and the palpable tent in his boxers pressed against your thigh, “oh…” heat swiftly began to rise in your cheeks, “not a nightmare, got it,” a small chuckle bubbled out of you, “I guess I’m sorry then for waking you up.”

“It’s alright,” he dipped down to press a kiss to your jaw, “dreams are fun and all,” his pecks slowly began to migrate further south, “but I’d much rather have the real deal,” holding onto the covers that draped over you both, he flashed you a small smirk before his head disappeared beneath it.

“Frank…” you let out a laugh as he moved down your body, caressing your curves before his head settled between your soft thighs, “was it about me?” you held the top of the duvet up for you to see him, “did you have a sex dream about me?”

Cocking his head, he said, “why do you sound so surprised?” and pressed a hot kiss to the very top of your inner thigh, “they’re always about you.”

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