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blkkizzat · 6 months

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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.

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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jonscastle · 4 months

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POV: You're married to Frank Castle

#frank castle #frank castle x black!reader #frank castle x black reader #frank castle smut #frank castle fanfiction #the punisher #the punisher x reader #black reader #black coded reader #frank castle x reader #frank castle moodboard #moodboard #fanfiction moodboard #the punisher x black reader

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stargirlfics · 3 months

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ngl i need a little frank castle moment… i don’t remember what i was doing but i thought for a moment and was like “*sighs longingly* the punisher… i want him to punish me” and then i may or may not have thought of jack hammering… cuz he did construction… no other reason 🤭

Listen that’s so valid because the way I would let Mr. Punisher jack hammer this pussy is wild and I totally get it 😌

He knows his way around the tools and it makes my brain go fuzzy thinking about how strong he is you know like how capable he is of fixing things but also destroying things (he’s killed people why is that hot omg) but also the fact that all that would give him the perfect grip strength, the stamina, the Punisher level dedication to fucking you into the mattress until your mind is just floating and your mouth is doing nothing but moaning and drooling!!!!

You can’t tell me that every drop of those hips of his, grinding against you wouldn’t be the exact kind of bruising, struggling to breathe and find words type of punishment he would give and I simply want to poke the bear here yes!

Ugh I miss him! Truly a crime sitting here thinking about his chain swinging in your face while he leans in and coos at you that he’s just giving you what you asked for, sweetheart. You’ll be okay cause you’re in Frank’s hands and that’s all you gotta know to let him do as he pleases 🥵

#never beating the being into men who have a construction background allegations i fear #frank castle smut #the punisher smut #frank castle x reader #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle x black reader #the punisher x reader #frank castle headcanons

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prettykittycastle · 1 year

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She's just a fan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yours," you cried.

"Not Red's?"

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

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

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

Few hours before...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Didn't you fight him before?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What'd he look like?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like what?"

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

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

"S'fine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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cevansbrat0007 · 8 months

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Let's go for a ride.

We're about to find out what happens when you disobey Ari, courtesy of a sweet, stubborn Bird. It's going to involve a little degradation...

And a lot of thigh riding.

Sound like fun?

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smut-angel · 2 years

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learning curve

warnings: age gap (45 y/o x 23 y/o), cis! fem (black) reader, dry humping, kissing, cursing, mention of masturbation, virgin! reader

18+ only

reblogs & comments are highly encouraged!

tags: @celestianstars

“was that okay?” you ask meekly. it was just a simple peck- 15 seconds that nearly made you dizzy. frank nods, biting his lip trying to hold down a large grin. “yeah, that was nice,” he replies softly, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. he leans in again, teasing you as his nose softly grazes against your own, your lips open, desperate to touch his again. finally, he breaks the gap and pecks your lips. soon, the pecks form into kisses of longing and desire.

“bet the guys at school are lining up for you,” he said, seemingly out of nowhere.

“no, definitely not. guys at school don’t want me, i’m not their type.”

“no way. you’re a pretty girl…hell, you’re my type.” the usual confidence in his voice began to dip as he realized he was speaking to his best friend’s 23 year old daughter. quickly, he broke eye contact with you, looking down at his boots, trying to think of a way to backtrack on his words.

“i’m your type?” you ask him, fiddling with your cuticles.

“i mean, yeah… if i were younger, of course.”

“guys my age aren’t into me… i haven’t even kissed anyone,” you confessed. you weren’t sure why you even mentioned the kissing part, it just felt like something he should know.

“bullshit!” frank exclaimed.

“i’m serious!”

“you’re 23 and never kissed anyone?” frank was in true disbelief.

“i’m a late bloomer,” you shrugged. before you knew it, frank was offering to teach you how to kiss properly.

“okay,” he says after pulling away. you feel yourself begin to frown at the emptiness that now hovers over your lips. “this is the part where you use your tongue,” he says slowly. “are you okay with that?” you nod a bit too eagerly, making frank chuckle a bit. this time, you lean into him first, capturing his lips smoothly as you’ve gotten used to the feeling. suddenly, his tongue grazes your bottom lip.

as you gasp, he slips the pink muscle expertly inside your mouth. you moan quietly as your pussy begins heats up at the new sensations. naturally, your fingers wrap around his neck and play through his dark curls. the wet sounds of your lips and tongue smacking and colliding made frank’s cock twitch and you more and more damp by the second. somehow, the kiss gets deeper, and frank’s large hand hooks around your waist. you take this opportunity to get closer to him, pushing him back into the couch, throwing you leg over his lap as you now hung over him.

“guess you’re getting the hang of it,” he says after pulling away for air. you both laugh, going at each other’s mouths again. you can't help but to rock your hips a bit while the pads of his thumbs rub on on each side of your waist.

he tests the waters by lifting the hem of your shirt up a few inches, and running his hands a bit farther down your back until they’re both planted on your ass. the more parts of your skin touched the more flustered you became. the coarseness of his beard on your cheeks, his calloused hands and rough fingertips on your hips, his soft curls between your fingers. he faintly tasted like bubblegum and morning cigarettes. you’ve never been this intimate with anyone and every second of it was driving you wild. you could feel every small hair on your arms standing at attention. your body felt like it could implode in ecstasy at any moment.

“i need you,” you whisper, foreheads pressed against each other’s, both out of breath from the sloppy kisses.

“we can’t,” he says after a peck of your now swollen lips. you exhale, your hips bucking even more as you now sit up straight over top of his groin. it was as if your brain was in a fog of horniness. you wanted nothing more but for him to rip your clothes off and have his way with you, but your anxiousness to this new world of intimacy and lust made you hesitant.

“god, you’re so pretty,” frank groans, watching you grind on him. “so desperate for me.” like clockwork you felt his erection rise, relieving you slightly of the emptiness that haunted the wetness between your thighs. your sex ached as it clenched around nothing; the friction between your shorts and his rough work jeans on your clit made your body shiver.

frank had never done anything like this before. he’d never thought of dry humping, not even in a fantasy. but being alone here with you, the thrill of your parents coming home at any second but you both being too needy and full of lust to care that it resorted to humping each other in jeans made him deliriously horny. indulging in this, frank began to thrust back into you, imagining himself inside of your plush pussy; how soft and tight you would feel.

“feels…nngh- feels so good, frankie.” your voice was nearly in a whisper; he frowned at the way you were holding back. your teeth captured your bottom lip and your eyes were closed tightly causing your face to scrunch up a bit.

“look at me,” he commanded. frank’s deep voice caused you to follow his directions. his hands gripped your waist even tighter causing you to arch your back. “i wanna hear you. i wanna hear everything.” it was as if frank had a remote control that sent a signal straight to your heat. you moaned on queue as if he had pressed a button to make you do so.

he was so fucking hot like this. underneath you, yet having so much control over you. his dark eyes bore right through yours, feeling like he could see every time you masturbated to the sheer thought of him. his lip twitched upwards, now amused at how loud you were becoming.

“i w-wish you could feel how wet i am,” you confessed.

“you’re so fucking naughty, aren’t you?” he teased, gripping the back of your neck. his tongue danced down your jaw and stopped at your neck where he began to suck at your skin ferociously. this new sensation caused your hips to jolt and mouth to hang open as more erotic sounds began to leak from your lips.

“jesus fucking christ!” you screamed, gripping his hair so hard that his scalp began to tingle. releasing from your neck, frank licked at your clavicle, then back up towards you jaw until his lips were on yours again. his hands found his way to your breasts which you welcomed as you put your own hand over his, feeling the way he massaged and squeezed at them.

teeth clashed as you swallowed one another’s moans. you two humped at each other like animals; sweaty, loud and relentless. your clit began to throb at the pace of a quickened heartbeat. you embraced the familiar feeling, your hips bucking wildly as you chased the impending orgasm.

“frank, i’m- i’m so close! i’m so fucking close!” he held you tighter, the friction of his hardened cock through the denim becoming even more apparent underneath your aching bud.

“cum with me, pretty girl,” frank said through staggered breaths, “cum with me.” again, as if under a spell, you follow his words, your orgasm crashing over you as you quivered and squealed at the sweet release. frank’s heavy groans were muffled in the nape of your neck, which he kissed and nipped at even more once recovering from the aftershocks of his own ecstasy spilling over him.

the smell of sex began to hang in the air, bringing you both to reality. quickly, you leap from frank’s lap, pulling down your shorts as they now felt uncomfortable paired with your sticky panties. frank let out a fake cough, standing to his feet and fixing his shirt, making sure he looked at everything except your eyes.

“tell your dad i’ll be back next weekend to finish the truck, alright?”

“y-yeah. i will.” without another word, frank let himself out. the sound of his engine came through the walls of the quiet house. you stood there, although fully clothed, feeling naked and vulnerable. what the fuck just happened?

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musicalbl00m · 3 months

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Imagine #1: Being caught singing by them

You are sitting in your room, all but belting along to your favourite song as you continue your work. You are so focused on hitting the notes that you don’t notice the creaking of the door and the soft thudding of footsteps to your chair. The presence of your lover goes completely unnoticed as he admires you from your bed. His gaze filled with adoration as he looks at you in your natural state. With a gentle and lovestruck smile, he stands up and decides it’s time you give him some attention… making sure to be quiet, he creeps to your chair, softly running his fingers through your hair once he reaches you.

“Babyyyy.” He all but whines. “I didn’t know you were such an amazing singer.” He teases with a smirk.

You look back at him with an embarrassed look on your face, a bright blush on your face from being caught. “Oh, shut up you. What did you need lovely?” You ask him, rolling your eyes.

“What? Am I not allowed to want some attention and love from my favorite person in the whole wide world?” He says with a flirty tone, moving his face closer to yours.

“You would be allowed to if you hadn’t scared me like that.” You mumble, looking away from him.

“What was that, sweetheart?” He asks with a smirk. He presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “You sounded so cute, baby. You can’t blame me. Plus, do you really want to deprive both of us from this?” He says as he peppers more kisses to your face.

“You are so lucky I like you.” You say with a soft smile before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

He blushes and lets out a soft chuckle. “Of course, you do. Who wouldn’t?” He says with a smirk. “I’m only kidding baby. I love you too, my whole world.” He says, cradling your cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to your hair.

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amhrosina · 2 years

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The Four Times Frank Almost Asks You to Marry Him, and the One Time He Does. (Frank Castle x Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: I love Frank Castle so much, I just want to cry. I'm currently watching the Astros lose to the Mariners, so here's some soft!frank to make everyone feel better. This is just a reminder that if you get a response from @yourfriendhenrywinter, that's me on my main account! They're linked together so I can't reply to comments as amhrosina atm!

Summary: I feel like the title of this makes the summary self-explanatory. This is four times Frank almost asks you to marry him, and then the one time he actually does it.

(Warnings: vigilante!reader (similar to Black Cat, but not actually Black Cat lol), socialiate!reader, mentions of cuts/blood/bruising - the usual Frank stuff, mentions of grief/death, guns, soft!FrankCastle, a wild Matt Murdock briefly makes an appearance)

The first time Frank almost asked you to marry him was after he’d shown up on your doorstep, beaten and battered to high hell. You’d ushered him in the door, still wiping the sleep from your eyes. It was almost four in the morning, and you had to be up in two hours to get ready for a meeting with your agent, but you didn’t complain to him about it once.

You did, however, tear him a new one for patrolling without backup. He tried to hide his grin as you stitched a particularly nasty cut up, being so gentle with your hands and so stern with your mouth.

“Frank, it’s dangerous. I mean,” you shook your head and grabbed another piece of gauze, “you could’ve called, you know? I would’ve met you somewhere. Watched your back. Shot a few guys.” You shot him a pointed look as you focused your attention on a small cut under his jaw.

“I didn’t want to bother you unless I had to. You have work soon, sweetheart.”

“I don’t care. Better for me to be tired than for you to be dead in a ditch somewhere.”

He watched you as you moved from injury to injury, cleaning, patching, and even suturing a few cuts. Your fluidity was graceful and enamoring, something Frank adored about you. How it looked like you flowed from room to room, barely placing your feet on the ground before you were already taking your next step. How you could take out a team of trained gunmen without ever having to touch the ground. And when you turned that graceful attention on him, he was a goner. He had never felt something as gentle as your hands, except maybe your love for him.

You began to clean up your bathroom counter, scooping empty gauze packages into your trash can. He rose to help you, but your stern gaze had him promptly sitting back down.

He murmured your name, intent on grasping your full attention so that he could tell you just how much he loved you. How his heart ached for you when you weren’t with him. How your love had burrowed its way into his soul, healing the missing piece of his heart. He would always love Maria and his kids, but he also knew he couldn’t sustain himself on anger and vengeance forever.

A knock sounded at the door before he could figure out where to begin. You made your way to the door, grabbing your gun off your side table before looking through the peephole. Frank was right behind you, hand resting on your waist, ready to pull you aside if the person at the door meant any harm.

You sighed, uncocking your gun and opening the door.

“Hey Devil Man.” You smiled. Frank narrowed his eyes at the man dressed in red.

“I smelt blood.” You nodded, like Matt’s timing wasn’t completely inconvenient, and opened the door wider, inviting him in.

“Since the whole gang is here, I’ll put on a pot of coffee.”

You walked into the kitchen, tinkering around for coffee mugs and creamer. Frank continued to glare at Matt, who was grinning wide like a cat.

“Cockblock,” Frank grumbled, rolling his eyes.

The second time Frank almost asked you to marry him, you were standing over an unconscious Russian mob member, panting because you had just whacked said Russian in the temple with your gun.

“That’s what I thought you said,” you huffed, stomping away from the guy, who was tied to a chair and missing most of his clothing.

Frank hadn’t expected you to lash out the way you did. The Russian was going on and on about Maria, Lisa, and Frank Jr., saying they deserved what they got, calling them weak. Frank was beyond letting some mobster rile him up about his past, but it apparently didn’t sit right with you.

You had stalked towards him, predator stalking prey, and asked him to repeat himself, a little louder so you could hear him. The guy had said three words before you raised the gun and smashed it into the side of his head.

Frank grinned, watching you stomp around and mumble to yourself. He heard parts of your rant; picked out words like “common decency” and “how dare he”.

“What’s so funny, big bad punisher?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“’s nothing, sweetheart. I just love you.” He averted his eyes from yours out of habit, but you didn’t mind. Frank’s been betrayed so many times in his life that allowing himself to be vulnerable and trust anyone was a feat, let alone confessing his love for you so openly. You returned his smile, leaning over to poor a bucket of water on the Russian, who came to kicking and sputtering.

‘Right,’ Frank thought, ‘back to work.”

The third time Frank almost asked you to marry him, he was sitting on the floor of your apartment, watching you answer questions on the morning news. You were pretty well known around New York. Your parents, who were wealthy real estate investors, had left you everything they owned in their will, which skyrocketed your status among New York socialites. If only they knew what you got up to once the sun went down.

A photo of the two of you holding hands outside of a bar was leaked online, causing all kinds of controversy among the elites. Your relationship with Frank had been kept from the public, which served both of you guys well, but when the photo had been released, your agent demanded that you make a statement, denying any type of relationship with him.

Frank had walked you to the door that morning, kissing you on your forehead and telling you to do whatever you needed to do. He wouldn’t let elite assholes hurt his feelings or his relationship with you.

You walked on set confidently; chin held high as you were bombarded with questions about your relationship with the vigilante Frank Castle. You cleared your throat, silencing the questions.

“I know you have many questions. I wish I could say I cared enough to answer them,” you paused, “My privacy has been violated. A private moment that I was sharing with my partner has been turned into a...a shitshow, really.” Your voice was crisp as it came through the tv speakers. The corners of Frank’s lips turned up. You had just cursed on live television, and that wasn’t even the worst thing you had done yet today.

“Frank Castle is not a bad man.” Your firm voice boomed across the silent set. “Frank Castle was abandoned by his country. The country that he served, with honor, for eight years. The country that slaughtered his family in broad daylight.”

Frank swallowed thickly. This was not on the script your agent had sent you.

“I think most of you don’t even care that I’m dating Frank. You just want a story that will sell papers.” You rolled your eyes. "Anyways, my point is, if any of you went through what Frank went through, you would wish you had the courage to do the same thing he did.”

The questions started up again, and you sent a sympathetic look towards someone off camera, no doubt your agent who was likely fuming.

“My relationship is my business, but for those who are wondering,” you slightly paused, making eye contact with the camera, “I’m in love with Frank Castle, and I don’t really care if anyone has a problem with that.” Your voice was soft, flittering through the speakers directly into Frank’s chest.

He knew that this would likely damage your reputation with the elites, but it was clear that you didn’t care. He let out a hearty laugh, sipping his coffee and getting up to make you breakfast. If he had been able to go with you to the news station, he would probably be on his knee right now, begging for your hand.

‘Another time, then,” Frank grinned, ‘another time.’

The fourth time Frank almost asked you to marry him, you were knelt down, knees in the soft ground, cleaning a particularly difficult glob of sap off a gravestone. He was not expecting to find you here, among his family’s graves. He certainly wasn’t expecting to find you cleaning the gravestones.

Frank had come by to talk to Maria, which always grounded him. He wanted to apologize to his kids for not protecting them when he should have. He also wanted to ask Maria for her forgiveness for loving someone else after her passing. It wasn’t a conflict in his head; he knew that Maria would have wanted him to find happiness, but that didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about how deep his love for you ran.

He inhaled sharply when he realized what you were doing. Your voice carried down the hill a little bit, hitting him squarely in the heart. You were talking to Maria.

“Was he always this grumpy?” You asked her, smiling bashfully. “He likes to act tough, but I know he’s a big teddy bear inside.” You wiped the top of the gravestone off, sitting back on your heels to observe your work. Sighing, you leaned back, moving into a crisscross position.

“I’m so sorry this happened to your family, Maria.” You paused, resting your chin on your hands. “I hope it’s okay that I love him. I really do. He’s...happier than he used to be. When I first met him, I mean.”

Frank blinked the tears that had gathered in his eyes. Overwhelmingly, and simultaneously, grief and love passed through him like a wave, nearly knocking him over.

You tilted your head, looking at the two graves next to Marias; Lisa and Frank Jr.’s resting places.

“Your dad misses you. You probably know that, but I see it in him all the time. The way he lights up when he gets to talk about you guys. I hope he never stops. Weirdly, I feel like I know you, even though we never met.”

You leaned back, searching through your bag for something. It nearly broke Frank when you pulled out a bouquet of peonies, Maria’s favorite flowers.

“I’ll take care of him,” you promised, setting the flowers down at the base of Maria’s grave. You ran your fingers over her name, etched beautifully into the stone.

Frank’s knees almost gave out. He fumbled with the little black box in his pocket, vowing to ask you to marry him as soon as he finished talking to Maria.

Your phone began to ring, startling both you and Frank. You held the phone between your ear and shoulder and began to pack your things away, chattering to whoever was on the other end of the line about a contract you hadn’t signed.

Frank was a little ashamed that he hid from you as you made your way towards the exit of the cemetery, but he figured that your conversation with Maria was something you didn’t want him to know about. He was so sure about his decision that it choked him up. He was going to ask you to marry him very soon. That he was sure about.

When Frank asked you to marry him, you were being coaxed awake by a soft voice, hands wondering over your back and brushing the hair from your eyes.

“Sweetheart,” Frank’s voice was like honey to your ears, “I’m sorry for waking you, but this is too important to wait until morning.”

You rubbed your eyes and clicked the lamp closest to you on. Frank was crouched down by your bed with a small smile on his face.

“What’s wrong, Frankie?” You asked, sitting up and checking him for cuts or bruises.

“Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart.” He let out a soft laugh. “I just wanted to ask you to marry me, that’s all.”

He slowly set an open ring box on your lap. Your eyes went wide, searching his face for deception.

“What?” You gasped. This was unexpected, to say the least.

“I don’t think I could take another day without putting a ring on your finger...” he searched for the right words, even though he had been practicing this speech for hours, “I don’t have much to offer you, but I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

Your eyes grew teary as you smiled, palming his cheek.

“Oh, Frankie,” you mumbled, “Of course I’ll marry you, you beautiful, beautiful man.”

Frank let out a sigh of relief, tension leaving his shoulders, and smiled wide. Your grin matched his.

He plucked the ring out of the box, grasping your left hand and pushing the ring onto your ring finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you and kissing his cheek.

“I love you so much, Frank,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“I love you, Sweetheart.”

Frank’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as you jumped out of bed, hurriedly running towards the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” He called after you.

“I have to call Karen and tell her!” You responded, voice carrying across the apartment.

“It’s three o’clock in the morning,” he said, laughing, “Can’t it wait until later?”

End Note: I love the idea of Frank finding someone who he can trust and fully love after Maria's death. I hope if we ever see him in the MCU again, he'll be happy and healthy :'). Thank you for reading!

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rosegolqen · 3 months

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Mors Vincit Omnia

billy russo x reader (au)

warning: none

words: 3321

ii. feigned behaviour and alias

20.160 minutes. 336 hours. 14 days. That was the last time Billy Russo laid his eyes on the woman who he only knew two facts about. Her name and that she at least knows how to speak two languages. What a fucking nightmare these last two weeks have been. He should be disappointed in himself. In not one of the databases he searched through has he found her. He even had to ask a few favours. How pathetic of him.

The more pathetic thing about him was not being able to concentrate on the woman — whose name he had already forgotten— who lay in his bed. He blamed it on the stress. He had a big client coming in that he had been sweet-talking in the last few days to sign a contract with Anvil. It was just the stress, nothing else. He was already dreading the stupid gala that he had to attend on the weekend. The positive thing though, this possible client invited him, which meant the deal was likely to be signed by next week. Which furthermore meant more money coming in and that meant he was less in debt with Rawlins.

Hands gripped his right bicep as the smell of too-sweet perfume hit his nose and a warm body draped itself over him. Anya? Alice or Amelia? He honestly couldn't remember what the woman's name beside him was. He randomly hit a number on his phone an hour ago and asked if she could come over to have fun. Anya or whatever her name was agreed and arrived in a revealing dark red dress that showed off her long legs and nice chest. Immediately Billy knew she would be a nice distraction for a few hours.

What he didn't take into account was that his mind would jump too quickly back to the mystery woman who moved like an assassin. He should concentrate on Anya beside him as she slowly caressed his sides with gentle hands. "What's on your mind, pretty boy?"

A sour taste settled in his mouth at her compliment but Billy pushed the dark thoughts away as they tried to grip his mind with slimy hands. Anya couldn't know how that compliment made his insides churn with anxiety. He stiffened his smile when he looked at her, scratching his beard as he pondered her question. The lie slipped from his tongue easily. "Work." Billy stretched his hands above his shoulders, laying them underneath his head. Anya clung to his body even more as his hands moved away. "It's been a rough couple of days."

Anya kissed his chest, slowly moving up to his neck and jawline. She moved the silk sheets away from her body, straddling his lower stomach. “I can help distract you.” She said in a husky voice, arousal deepening the timbers in her vocal cords.

Billy welcomed her distraction, savouring the moments when his mind didn’t stray to anything else other than Anya and her body. He lost himself in her movements as he flipped them over and seated himself deep inside her warmth. His brain shut out any thought of boring paperwork, wasted flatter on rich men and hazel eyes that seemed to accompany him even in his dreams.

—

Billy already hated this. The stuffy room with artificial light made his eyes burn a bit as he blinked the uncomfortable feeling away and his eyes adjusted to the light. The people around him mingled in groups in their lavish suits and dresses. Expensive watches adorned the men's wrists in the room and ladies wore their most luxurious necklaces and earrings. Billy should be used to this. To people floundering their wealth and money— hell, he even did it— but it was still strange sometimes. Now and then he's just the same young boy who jumped from foster home to foster home.

Pushing those grey deliberations away from his mind, Billy tried to mingle with the people who first called his name when he stepped into the room half an hour ago. He tried to focus on the conversation going on around him but he should find the potential client who invited him to this dull fundraiser with even more duller and uninteresting people. Though some of the nonprofits who were trying to raise money and build relationships with their donors tonight seemed rather compelling. Just the suck-up rich and unstimulating people seemed to tire Billy's mind.

He adjusted the cuffs of his impeccable suit, taking a subtle look at his watch. 20:48. At least another two hours until it was deemed proper and acceptable for him to go home. Billy craned his neck, eyes searching for a specific clientele that should already be here. He hoped tonight they could come to a reasonable agreement and sign the contract Billy's assistant sent him over yesterday.

The voice he was hoping to hear tonight called behind him, pulling him away from the suffocating crowd. Daniel Shepherd clapped him on the shoulder, his voice pulling in his head that turned in his direction. "Rosetta, please let me introduce you to William Russo."

Billy looked at the woman who was beside his potential client. Daniel had his hand on the small of her back as he continued to list names Billy hadn't heard of yet. While the women tonight wore revealing dresses with slits to their thighs and low-cut gowns in a variety of different colours, Rosetta wore a simple satin black evening dress with an open back. The fabric clung to all the right places on her body but not too much to indulge in what lay underneath the pricy textile.

Rosetta's gaze met his as she uttered the words in a voice that seemed too familiar for Billy. Have they met before? Maybe even shared an intimate night together but the accent in her voice made him scratch those thoughts away. "Pleasure."

"All mine, Rosetta." He politely answered back, dark eyes that blended in with his pupils never left her face. Studying the details he couldn't remember where he knew from. "You are from-?"

"Yes, Britain." She agreed without Billy having to end his sentence. She probably had that asked too many times tonight. "I'm here instead of my friend who painted all this amazing art." She gestured with her hand around the room, a smile on her face. She had dimples, Billy realized. His eyes left her form as he surveyed the room. He didn't notice them before. Huh. "She fell sick but wanted someone to represent her here today. She called Daniel and asked him if I could come instead of her. Daniel being the gracious co-host he is, of course, said yes."

"You talk too highly of me." Daniel put his hand on his heart, the other still on her back. Billy's gaze discreetly followed the curve of Rosetta's jawline and the slope of her nose to her lips. Those were unrecognizable but her eyes, the dark brown of her eyebrows and pinned dark strands of hair brought up thoughts Billy didn't seem to shake. They must have slept together at some point otherwise Billy didn't have a clue where he would know her from. But the name Rosetta or her English accent didn't ring any bells and she didn't seem to react to him at all. Focus, Billy. Make time to talk to Daniel and convince him to sign.

"It's the truth!" Rosetta clutched her purse with hands that seemed too callous for a lady who attended tonight's gala.

Daniel smiled at her before his eyes left hers and he looked around the circle of people who stood with them at the round high bar table. "Well, if I knew Anita had such beautiful friends I would have invited her more often to these events."

Rosetta stiffened up a bit, the corners of her mouth twisting. It was gone in a second as her lips pulled up in a charming smile, but Billy saw it. Maybe he should stop staring at her but who cared? He certainly didn't but he also didn't want to come across like a creep so he averted his eyes to the other guests before moving back to her. While she wore heels and Daniel wasn't a tall man himself either she had to crane her neck to look him in the eyes. "If I knew this many handsome men attend these kinds of galas, I would have asked her sooner to invite me."

Daniel laughed loudly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as a light shade of pink covered his ears. As far as Billy knew Daniel wasn't married or even had a girlfriend. There was a rumour going around an upper-class dinner Billy attended a few months ago that Daniel and his assistant held a close relationship but nobody knew anything else on the matter. "You are too kind, my lady, and a charmer." Daniel voiced smoothly back.

Rosetta tilted her head, the strand of hair that reached her chin shifted with the movement of her cranium. "What can I say I enjoy your company."

"Do you?" Daniel's eyes didn't stray from her as the conversation around the small circle of people at the table continued. Rosetta didn't spare Billy a second glance when the chatter strayed back to him, asking him how life was treating him. No, she rather exchanged flirty remarks with Daniel Shepherd.

What a nightmare, Billy thought as he effortlessly smoothed his hair back, the glass of single malt whiskey cold in his hand and the smoothness of the drink burned his throat as he swallowed a sip. He surveyed the artwork around him, the blended colours of dark reds and cobalt blues. The paintings didn't stir any feelings in him or any further thought to know more about them. However, he was interested in who Rosetta's sick friend was. The name Anita didn't strike a chord in his consciousness so Billy let them drift away.

Rosetta's voice made him turn back to her as she looked at him, "What is it that you do for work exactly? If I may ask, of course."

His bewildered expression at her question made Billy think he looked like a fish caught off guard. "I-" What do you mean she didn't know what he did? What he owned? That he served in the Army for years and killed more people than he could count on his two hands? It made Billy think less of himself, which didn't seem logical. He wanted people to know and recognize him. He wanted to be notable for something yet he didn't wish for people to understand or fathom him.

Then it dawned upon him as she further explained, "I'm sorry, I should have rephrased myself. I'm not very familiar with everyone around here and what they exactly do. I'm trying to get to know as many people as I can. Make acquaintances, you know?"

Of fucking course she didn't know him or rather his social image that was open to the public. She or anyone else for that matter didn't know the horrible things Billy did outside of his public appearances. The lonely nights that he spent covered in the blood of the people Rawlins wanted Billy to eliminate. That he almost got his best friend and his family killed. "I own a security company."

"Like for clubs?"

Billy chuckled, shaking his head as surveyed the woman before him. His laughter died down, Rosetta's innocent eyes wide at his teasing smile when he answered. "No, we protect Senators,-" Billy shrugged, "-public people who are in any type of risk or endangerment."

Her mouth formed an oval shape, brows furrowing before they evened out again. "Oh, that makes more sense, doesn't it?" She looked at Daniel with a fascination in her eyes as Billy revealed his answer. He found it strange. A classy woman from England with calloused yet tender-looking hands seeking validation from a man like Daniel Shepherd. What was she here for and why? She was trying to come across as a modest and proper yet dense lady while Billy saw the sharp glint in her eyes when nobody else seemed to. And maybe that made him more nervous than before. Because he recognized it in himself when he was talking with dim-witted clients or trying to seem like the good guy when doing interviews with whatever newspaper.

"Billy here has been working very hard.” Daniel praised him, “His company is one of the most successful ones here in New York."

Billy did let those words get to his head. Daniel wasn’t lying. Anvil was the most affluent and profit-making that it have ever been. "Thank you, Daniel. I always like to hear those words."

Billy looked at Rosetta again to gauge her reaction to the well-doing of his company and the flatter he received from Shepherd but she wasn’t looking at him or Daniel. Rather she observed the crowd around her in the spacious room. Something appeared to catch her attention more than the looks of Billy Russo and that made him feel…? Absolutely nothing, the ex-military man thought.

She looked back at Daniel, craning her neck to whisper something in his ear and clutching her bag with pale knuckles. She turned around and gave Daniel one last charming smile. Billy only saw the full extent of her backless dress as she made her steps away from them, hips swaying just the right way to turn heads in her direction. "Restroom," Daniel answered Billy's questioning gaze as he averted his eyes and smiled at the man standing before him. Billy jumped right into business but the question still lingered in his mind.

Who was this woman?

—

Billy fucking Russo. Of course. Why didn’t Anastasiya think of that? Stupid, stupid, stupid. She was so excited for the information she needed to get tonight that she didn’t think a socially recognizable person like Billy Russo would also attend the same gala she happened to be present at. Yeah, she knew exactly who he was when she spied on Kolya two weeks ago at the warehouse. She didn’t think he was worth another thought these last 14 days yet tonight proved Anastasiya wrong.

Why? Why and why? Billy could mess up the whole plan she carefully laid out for tonight. He didn’t seem to know her which had slowed Anastasiya’s heartbeat when she spoke to him before. But the way his eyes lingered on her for more than an ethically acceptable time made her nervous and she hadn’t felt nervous in a long while.

With a deep breath and an additional strut in her steps, Anastasiya fixated on her target for the night. The glass containing a scarlet wine that she grabbed from a tray made her hand heavy as she focused on the man coming towards her. She was out of sight of Daniel and his suck-up friends so Anastasiya didn’t mind putting on a show as she intentionally slipped on nothing but thin air.

The ruby liquid collided with the white and black colours of the man’s suit before her as she steadied herself and the glass in her hand. "Oh, my! I am so sorry, sir! That is all my fault. I haven't been paying attention to where I was going."

The man whom Anastasiya studied for the last two weeks let out a loud curse, "No! Leave it!" He quickly grabbed a few napkins from a nearby table as he shook his head, muttering curse words under his breath. His harsh tone softened when he looked at her. Anastasiya made sure her eyes looked as innocent as possible, her shoulders hanging low, brows pulled together to enhance that timid aura she was supposed to give off. Her mouth hung open with an apologetic look on her face. The man sputtered on his words. "I shouldn't have been walking this fast. Excuse me for raising my voice."

Anastasiya hoped she pulled off the shy and pure exterior as she apologized. Her arms reached for more napkins as she patted the older man’s suit to help him. "No, please don't apologize. I ruined your suit."

"Nothing I can't buy 10 more times." My God. How uncreative, Anastasiya thought. People who were truly strong on the inside wouldn’t need to show off to people by saying phrases like that. People with extreme qualities like bragging about how great they were, and how many women they’ve seduced also liked to brag about their fancy cars. But those were the very same people who were such weak, tiny little people on the inside. Anastasiya never understood the concept. They were trying to cover up their weaknesses and insecurities with bravado and wealth. People should let their actions do the talking sometimes rather than using their unnecessary words.

Anastasiya didn’t let the comment affect her though. "Please let me do something for you." She mimicked a fake pondering look on her face. The man was already eating out of the palm of her hands. "Let me pay for the cleaning. I feel terrible."

"Nonsense."

She put the pink slightly wet napkins on the table. "Then let me make it up to you with a dinner?"

"I-"

"Please, I insist." The man’s name was Denis Andreyev. He hesitantly agreed to her offer but with a bit more convincing on Anastasiya’s side he took the bait. She grabbed a business card from her bag with a fake name on it and slipped it into the front pocket of his suit. "Call me. And I will arrange a dinner for us where I can hopefully-" Anastasiya chuckled with embarrassment as she tapped the front pocket on his chest with her left hand, "Make up for whatever trouble I have caused you."

"Alright.” The man joined in laughter with her, a flirtatious smile on his face that made Anastasiya happy she would be able to kill him as soon as she got what she came for. “Thank you,...?"

"Beatrice." She answered his question. Denis bowed at the waist, his hand grabbed hers as he slowly brought up her hand to his mouth and kissed it. In that moment Anastasiya successfully seized his identifying card from his suit jacket as Denis was focused on her fluttery eyes and soft lips.

She snatched her other hand quickly back from his suit before he could notice it. Ding, ding. One for Anastasiya. Zero for yet another Russian man before her. Now she just had to get into his office undetected.

Denis wished her a good night and promised to call her. How bad that the number on that business card didn’t exist just like the name she gave him. Anastasiya apologized again as she stepped away from him and made her way to the stairs to be able to reach the elevator.

When she reached the corner of the wall, disappearing behind the white slab of concrete and out of the gaze of the other guests, a strong arm reached around her waist and pinned her to the wall. Warm hands covered her mouth, and the voice of the man she didn’t want to hear again tonight reached her ears, “Where do you think you’re going with that, Anastasiya?”

Billy fucking Russo.

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montysstuffs · 2 years

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😚💨🍃with Dbf Frank castle

Warnings: brief mentions of sex, smoking 🍃

AN: a tiny bit of a long one, but I was chillin and was like “know what would be great? If Frank/Jon were here.” So here we are. As usual, please do enjoy and I might make a smuttier one later 😙✌🏾

•your parents are on vacation, so that’s one nuisance out of your hair, besides your job. your parents aren’t really a nuisance. They can just be a bit overbearing. So when they say they’re going on vacation, you pretty much push, no, shove them out the door.

•you’re sitting on your couch as you open up your stash box after a long shower. your hair is pulled up and wet, but of course you’ll style it later. Not like you’re going anywhere. you blast your favorite music as you roll up.

•all you need was a little stress relief. To just float away on a breezy cloud as you flick open your lighter. you could already feel the fuzzy sensation, starting as a buzz in your head

•the music begins coursing through your veins with every passing second, until you’re up and dancing like no one’s watching. Singing along to the music in your robe, and messy hair.

•until the front door opens. you can’t hear it as the music is too loud. Frank is standing in the doorway of the living room. He watches you dance around to the beat of the music in nothing but a pretty robe that fell so nicely on your curves, but kept a bit to the imagination. You don’t notice as you back into him while taking another hit.

•”uhh hi”

•”hey, peaches” (god I fucking love that nickname). “Looks like you’re having a blast while mommy and daddy are away”

•you roll your eyes at him, slowly backing into the kitchen counter as he approaches you. “you don’t have to call them ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy.’ Im a fucking adult, ya know.”

•”sure you are. And that’s why you’ve got this pretty little number on. All for me?”

•you scoff and roll your eyes at his apparent cockiness. “no, actually. I was just relaxing.”the joint now hidden behind your back like he really couldn’t see you smoking just a few moments ago.

•he smirks down at you, now that he’s got you cornered. He reaches his arm behind you to grab it, but you put your hand further back. Unfortunately, Frank’s arms are a bit longer than yours.

•he plucks it with both fingers and smiles as it isn’t lit anymore. You must’ve put it out while it was behind you.

•”I won’t tell your mommy and daddy, if you let me hit”

•your eyes widen at the proposition. Your eyes searching Frank’s for some type of chink in his armor. A half-smile or something

•and there it was. That castle smirk you know all too well. He was fucking with you

•”-the blunt. I meant hit the blunt.”

•but your façade doesn’t crumble as quickly as his. It takes two to tango. You shrug your shoulders at him and cross your arms.

•” ‘s a shame. I could’ve taken you up on that offer.”

•you take the blunt back from his fingers and light it to take a hit. He is staring at you in awe, only coming back down to earth once you blow a smoke ring into his face.

TBC? 👀👀👀

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 1 year

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Hey Hi!

I love your works. You're doing a great job. Please can I make a request? There is a relationship between Frank Castle and the reader. They have a complex but deep bond. They helped each other many times. They meet again after a long time. The reader is a Black Widow, but Frank is not fully aware of the situation. One day, the reader tells Frank about what really happened and what she went through. She talks about what was done to her and the subject of her sterilization... and Frank's attitude and reaction. (Think of it like the scene of Natasha and Bruce in the Age of Ultron.)

I hope you can... Thanks in advance.<3<3

Hey Hon, thanks for the kind words! And congrats on being my first official request it means a lot to me. I hope i did your vision justice. Enjoy! <3

Frank Castle X Reader: The secrets we keep

Warning: Mention of torture (no graphic descriptions), being captive, blood, killing, wounds, being stitched up, angst, fluff, frank being a cutie.

Word count: 4K

Life is complicated for everyone but Frank's complications were far from the ordinary. Regular citizens didn’t have to deal with people wanting them dead on a daily basis and they certainly didn’t find themselves strapped to chairs in dingy basements as often as Frank did. Yet here he was. Third time this month he’d found himself in this situation. He was starting to think someone was playing some sick joke on him. The thing that was different this time was that he wasn’t alone. In the far corner of the room was another chair and to it was strapped someone else. Someone he’d never seen before.

That someone was you.

He didn’t know it at the time but a couple feet from him was a highly dangerous killer, much like himself. He’d find that out soon enough. Maybe he’d been too distracted by your looks to put the pieces together or maybe the way you acted was so normal to him that he hadn’t stopped to question the reason behind your abilities. Frank watched you spinning in your chair like a child, his lips tugging up in amusement. He glanced around the room checking to make sure you two were alone before speaking.

“Hey.”

You kept spinning, unaware of his voice.

“Hey!”

You skidded to a stop positioning yourself in Franks line of sight

“Yes?”

“What are you in for?”

You let out a chuckle. Hours of silence and this is how this guy opens up the conversation?

“Pissed off the boss I guess.”

“Yeah I seem to have done that too.”

“Really what’d you do?”

“Stole some of their weapons. You?”

“Killed his son.”

The light feeling that had entered the room for a couple of seconds died at your words. Frank stayed quiet for a moment.

“He deserve it?”

“He liked looking at little girls. So yeah I'd say he did.”

Frank gritted his teeth ,nodding in agreement.

“Good riddance then.”

“Yeah.”

You began spinning again and Frank continued to watch you. You stopped abruptly once more looking over at Frank.

“Hey, you wanna get out of this place?”

Frank laughed, god you were a wack job. He found it amusing.

“Yeah sure. You got a plan?”

“Well, seeing that I already untied the rope that just leaves, finding a way out.”

“How long have you been untied?”

“Oh a little while.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you make a run for it?”

You looked at him like it was a dumb question.

“I’m not really the plunge your way through to the exit type. Though by the looks of you, you are.”

“You bet your ass I am.”

“Well then, this will work just fine.”

You got up from your chair making your way over to Frank and cutting him free. Frank got up from his chair rubbing his wrists as he stood. You reached your hand out introducing yourself. Frank shook your hand.

“I’m Frank Castle.”

“Oh I know who you are. And I know you didn’t just steal some supplies.”

“So you're familiar with my work?”

“I’ve read your file. Nasty stuff. Takes guts. Seems you have plenty of that though.”

He wondered how you’d managed to get a hold of his file. You didn’t look like the government type and judging by your get up this wasn’t your first rodeo. You knew your shit, Frank could tell just by looking at you.

“So what's the plan?”

“We open that door and take out anyone who tries to stop us. That work for you?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Good.”

Ever since that day you started popping up in Frank's stakeouts. He didn’t call you but for some reason you always showed up. Frank had stopped trying to figure out how you knew where he was. He missed having a partner and you seemed pretty keen on helping him out. Your bond grew with every mission. It got to a point where Frank didn’t have to tell you what he was thinking, you just knew. He’d found out that you weren’t only good in a fight you also knew your way around a wound. And considering how often Frank found himself injured it was a valuable quality to have. He couldn’t help but wonder where you’d learned all of this from. You didn’t work for the army. He knew that much but he wasn’t dumb enough to think you’d gotten your skills without having training. And good training at that. He never pushed for information but he hated feeling like he didn’t know anything about you while you knew the tiniest details about him. He never imagined that one of his missions would get him the answers he wanted.

You’d been gone for a while. Well, gone from his radar anyway. He knew you didn’t owe him shit but he’d be lying if he said the lack of contact wasn’t affecting him. He’d become used to having you around. It didn’t help that the last time he saw you he’d finally decided to make a move on you. Months of seeing each other and the day after he kisses you you drop from the face of the earth. Seemed like a hell of a coincidence. What Frank didn’t know was that as you went home that night you’d been caught by surprise by one of the gangs you've managed to piss off. In a normal circumstance you’d have whipped the shit out of your kidnapper but Frank's kiss had made you let your guard down which ultimately led you to getting caught.

You’d woken up in a chair, yet again. Honestly these guys needed to start coming up with more creative ways to hold people. You’d been in this situation enough times to know how this would go: they’d try to get you to talk, you’d refuse, they’d threaten to torture you but never actually do anything and once they were distracted you’d make your escape. You had been right for the most part. It started exactly like you’d imagined. The thing that caught you by surprise was that when they got to the torture part they didn’t just leave it at threats. These guys had no issue beating you up for answers.

And you took it.

You’d been through worse and this is what you’d been trained for after all. Punch after punch and you kept quiet. It was only when they pulled out the knife that you opened your mouth. Not to give them answers. Oh no, you’d never do that. You only opened your mouth so that you could curse them out. That and to groan in pain when you received a particularly deep cut.

Frank had no idea what you were going through. To him this was just another job. Take out some pricks who'd rubbed him the wrong way. So imagen Frank's surprise when he’d made his way inside the building, guns blazing, and found you inside. Funny how things work. You’d been put in Frank's life out of nowhere and without even knowing it he’d come to your rescue. The second Frank's eyes fell on your banged up frame he lost his shit. He went after your torturers, killing them like it was the easiest thing he’d ever done.

You’d seen Frank in action before, hell you’d been right next to him when he took a knife to some guy's eye, but you’d never seen him like this before. He was completely out of it. No thoughts in his eyes except a need to spill as much blood as he could manage. It should have scared you to see him in such a state but it didn’t. In fact it felt nice to have someone care about you enough to kill for you with no hesitation.

Frank finished the last guy off, slitting his throat in one swift move before making his way to you. You smiled up at him as he approached your bruised face aching at the movement.

“Hey there big guy.”

Frank didn’t respond, his eyes racking over the cuts that covered your body. He let out an angry grunt, kneeling down to cut you free from your bonds. Before you’d even managed to stand Frank had scooped you into his arms carrying you bridal style back to the van. He placed you into the passenger seat pulling your seatbelt over you before closing the door and making his way to the drivers side. You leaned your head against the window trying to focus on the view outside rather than the pain you were feeling. Frank watched you from the corner of his eye, his knuckles turning white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel as he drove. Those fucking bastards.

Once you’d arrived at Frank's safehouse he parked the van making his way out of the car and going in the direction of your door. You’d already got it open and removed your seatbelt. You placed a hand on the door going to get out when Frank showed up in front of you blocking your way. You raised your head to look at him, eyebrows raising as you did.

“You're in my way, Frank.”

He looked at you, his hand moving to wrap under your legs. He was going to carry you again. You placed a hand on his shoulder pushing him lightly.

“I can walk, you know.”

Frank let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging a bit before he gazed up at you. His eyes were softer than normal, a look of guilt and worry washing over his features. You’d never had anyone look at you in such a way. Never felt your heart warm by a simple thing such as a look.

“Let me take you.”

You kept looking at Frank, your eyes moving over his features.

“Please.”

The desperation in his voice made you give in. You nodded at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he dragged you up into his hold. He kicked the van door closed with his foot turning around and making his way to the front door. Once the two of you were inside he made his way to the bedroom placing you on the bed before disappearing into the other room. He returned with a first aid kit in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. He handed you the bottle as he placed the kit on the bedside table. You didn’t question him, opening the bottle and taking a swing. Your face scrunched up as the whiskey made its way down your throat.

“Woah, that's some strong stuff.”

“It helps with the pain.”

“Homestyle morphine huh?”

“Something like that. I need you to take your shirt off.”

“Jesus Frank you kiss a girl once and then you're already asking her to undress?”

You were trying to lighten the mood but it wasn’t working. Maybe another time Frank would have laughed at your joke, perhaps even flushed a bit at the insinuation behind your words. Right now though he was stone faced.

“Okay, tough crowd.”

You pulled your shirt off, grimacing as the fabric snagged at some of the open cuts. You threw your shirt on the ground.

“What now doc?”

Frank made his way over to you, removing the pillow behind you before looking at you.

“Lay down.”

“I’ll get your sheets dirty.”

“It’s alright just lay down.”

You did as he asked, laying down on his bed which was surprisingly comfortable. Frank Sat down next to you, his eyes surveying your wounds as he tried to figure out which ones needed stitching and which ones just needed to be wrapped up. You observed him as he looked at you taking in how handsome he was. You sighed when his hands found their way onto your body with an unexpected softness.

“You wanna take another swing of that? This will hurt a bit.”

“Nah i’m alright. There are worse things than pain.”

Frank knew that was true, some things were much worse than pain. For him losing his family had been worse than any physical pain he’d ever felt. He wondered what you were comparing your pain to. Perhaps he’d ask you about that later. Right now he had to focus on stitching you up. You closed your eyes as Frank worked trying your hardest to keep still to make his work easier. Once he finished he pointed to the bathroom.

“Feel free to clean up. There are clean towels in the cupboard.”

With that he rose from his seat, grabbing the first aid kit and began making his way out of the room. You glanced down at your clothes taking in how dirty they were.

“Frank?”

He turned to look at you.

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any clothes I could borrow?”

Frank looked at you, his eyes racking over the ripped clothes on your body and the lack of shirt. He made his way back into the bedroom, opening a drawer in his dresser and pulling out a black shirt.

“I don’t think any of my pants will fit you but I can grab some if you want.”

“Nah it’s okay. Thanks Frank.”

He nodded at you making his way out of the room once more. You made your way to the bathroom, stripping off the rest of your clothes and settling underneath the warm water. Your wounds burned as you washed up but you knew you needed to clean them well. Once you were clean and dressed you made your way to the kitchen. You found Frank leaning beside the stove as he waited for some water to boil.

“You making tea?”

“Yeah, I thought you might like some.”

“What kinds you got?”

Frank opened his cupboard showing you the large selection of tea types he had. You never took Frank for a tea guy but then again you didn’t know much about him other than what you’d read on his file and the things he’d told you when the two of you stayed together on stakeouts. Frank seemed to see the amusement in your face.

“Some nights I can't sleep so I grab a book and a cup of tea. It helps calm my mind.”

You give him a tender look, imagining this brute of a man sitting in his bed sipping on a camomile tea and reading a book to keep the dark thoughts away. You knew the feeling.

“Yeah I get it. Personally listening to music helps me. That and writing down my thoughts.”

You watched Frank's eyebrows furrow as he thought, clearly wanting to ask you something but not knowing how to go about it. You never really talked to people about your time in the Red Room. It wasn’t something that came up easily since it wasn’t a universal experience. Yet something about Frank made you want to open up to him. He’d had a tough life. You knew that and you thought that if anyone would understand the pain you’d been through it would be Frank.

The kettle squealed loudly on the stove telling you that the water was ready. You made your choice of tea, grabbing a mug and handing it to Frank so he could fill it with water. The two of you made your way to the living room. Frank sat on the couch and you settled yourself into the armchair near the window, glancing out into the woods. After a while the silence started getting too loud to your liking so you decided to fill it. You kept your eyes glued to the window as you spoke the thought of seeing Frank's reaction to what you were about to tell him to be overwhelming for you.

“I was part of a Russian operation. They trained me and a bunch of other girls from a very young age. We learned all types of things. None of them were things little girls should be learning about.”

Frank leaned his elbows on his knees, listening to you as you spoke.

“I had my first kill when I was twelve. It was part of some training they had me go through. I don’t know who he was, they didn’t show me his face. But I don't think I'll ever get his screams out of my head.”

You took a deep breath in trying to push the tears down.

“No kid should go through that.”

Frank's mind flashed to his kids the image of his smiling daughter invading his mind. Lisa had been the same age you said you'd been when she died. He couldn’t imagine his baby girl pulling a trigger on someone. No one should be able to imagine that scene. But here you were telling him that you lived it. His blood boiled in his veins the thought of people taking away your childhood to make you a weapon making him sick.

“They had this-uhum- this ceremony I guess. A sort of graduation so you could become a black widow. That’s what they call us. Black widows. World deadliest assassins. We get trained for years but you only make it in after they…uhm after…”

Your breath shook as you breathed in, your hands tightening around your mug as you tried to will the memories away. Frank could see you were struggling. He got up from his seat and made his way to you. He kneeled in front of you pulling your mug out of your hands before wrapping his hand around yours.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I want you to know. I need you to know, before you decide anything else about this.”

You jestured between the two of you and Frank understood you were referring to the kiss. You closed your eyes, holding onto Frank's hand as you steadied yourself to continue.

“They sterilize you. It makes everything easier. One less thing for you to worry about really.”

You let out an angry snicker at how absurd the words sound.

“That’s the bullshit they fed us anyway. The truth is they sterilize us so that they don’t have to worry about us not having one hundred percent focus on the mission. They take away our right to have kids because it keeps us in line. Makes us the perfect weapon.”

The anger in your face is replaced by sadness as you look up at Frank.

“Look, I don't know what is going on between us. I just… I like you a lot Frank. But you have no future with me. I can’t give you back what you’ve lost. I can’t have kids.”

You let out a defeated shrug avoiding Frank's gaze as fresh tears began to roll down your face. Frank took some time to process what you’d just told him. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have something like that taken away from you. He remembered the joy on Marias face when she’d found out she was pregnant with his son. It had never crossed his mind that there were people out there who would never experience that feeling. Not because they didn't want to but because they couldn’t. It was clear that you thought of yourself as an unfit partner because of your inability to bear children. But Frank didn’t see it that way. In fact the idea that you cared enough to tell him about the situation showed him that you were a perfectly suited partner. Frank gathered your hands in his calling out your name so that you would look at him. You refused to turn to him but then he said your name again with a pleading tone and you found yourself looking in his direction. Frank placed a hand on your cheek carefully wiping the tears from your face. You leaned into his touch sniffing lightly.

“Let me kill them.”

You let out a small laugh, your eyes lighting up a bit.

“You think I'm kidding? Tell me their names and I'll blow them all to smithereens.”

You knew what Frank was trying to do and you appreciated it. You leaned your head on his shoulder nuzzling into his neck.

“Thank you.”

Frank placed his hands on your hips tugging you out of the chair and onto his lap. His hand found its way into your hair holding you close to him. You relaxed into his touch, closing your eyes as you inhaled the smell of him.

“It doesn't make you any less than anyone else.”

You lifted your head to look into Frank's eyes.

“It’s a foul thing they did to you. They had no right to make that choice for you but it doesn't make you undeserving of love.”

Frank sighed, looking out the window before looking back at you.

“After what happened with my family I thought I'd never find love again. I thought I didn't deserve another shot at it because I'd screwed up so bad the first time. And for a while I just accepted the fact that I'd probably end up dying alone.”

You kept your eyes latched onto Frank seeing the vulnerable expression on his face.

“Then you came in out of nowhere. You started showing up and you stuck around when things got tough. It’s hard to find loyal people like that when you lead the life I do. But there you were. Dropped out of the sky like you’d been sent to me specifically.”

Franks stopped avoiding your gaze, turning to look you straight in the eye as he continued to speak.

“I’m not good at this. Never have been. But when you know you just know. When I kissed you that night I knew. Knew that if I was going to get a second chance I'd want it to be with you. The life we have isn’t really suited for children. And I know what you’re thinking. Maybe you won’t always have this life Frank. What happens when you decide to settle down on some farm? What happens then?.”

He paused, collecting his thoughts.

“I’ll tell you what happens. I keep living. With you by my side. That's enough for me. And hell if it ends up not being enough for you then I guess there always will be adoption. It may not be blood but I've learned that family isn’t just blood. Sometimes family is the ones you chose to be around you.”

Tears had started streaming down your face again. No one had ever cared about you like this. No one had ever gone out of their way to make sure you didn’t feel broken because of something you couldn’t control. Frank Castle may have been painted as a heartless killer but that wasn’t all he was. He was kind and gentle. He would risk his life for the ones he loved without a second thought. You placed a hand on Frank's cheek pushing yourself up to kiss him tenderly. Frank wrapped his arms around you kissing you back with all the love he could muster up. You pulled apart after a while giving a kiss to Frank's cheek. He smiled down at you and you grinned up at him.

“You mind if I stick around for a while?”

“Screw sticking around for a while you’re stuck with me forever now. And don’t you try to fight it. That's a losing battle.”

Your face hurt from the force of the smile that had made its way onto your face. Frank placed a kiss to your nose raising from the floor and lifting you up with him. You wrapped your legs around his waist resting your hands on his shoulders as he spun you around. The two of you laughed as you spun, foreheads resting against each other. Frank stopped spinning but didn’t let you go. Instead he began walking to his bedroom.

“Where are you taking me, mister?”

“To our room.”

“Our room huh?”

“Yeah.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Good.”

It’s funny how people come into your life in the most unexpected ways. Perhaps if you hadn’t waited to break out of your binds that fateful day in the basement you would have never stumbled onto Frank Castle. And oh what a shame that would have been.

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Let It Out on Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay, baby?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You promise," he asked.

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

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

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

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cevansbrat0007 · 9 months

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I’ve been wondering this for awhile but I wasn’t sure how to sensitively ask: how did baby girl and Andy discuss disciplining their kids? Obviously they love spanking as an adult, consensual activity and part of their dynamic, but there’s so many different opinions now on whether spanking children is appropriate. How did they end up approaching it?

Spanking & Discipline in the Barber Household

Oddly enough, they hadn't really talked much about it until they witnessed a parent reach the end of their rope during a trip to a local park. Baby Girl was right around seven months pregnant with BiBi at the time.

She had insisted on getting out for some fresh air that day, claiming that she wanted to take advantage of the lovely spring weather they'd been having lately. And Andy, ever the doting husband, insisted on tagging along - as if she could ever leave that man behind.

So off they went. They walked the trails, took in the blooming flowers, and eventually, the conversation shifted to their hopes and dreams for the future. Not for themselves, but for their daughter.

They purchased a couple of hot chocolates and took a seat on a nearby park bench as they talked. That's when they noticed what they could only assume to be an overtired, overworked parent who was clearly out of patience with their children. But there happened to be one kid in particular who had earned their wrath.

And that little boy earned himself what seemed like a swift and powerful litany of swats for as long as it took that little family to make their way out of the park. It was loud. It was jarring. And it appeared to be an uncomfortable experience for nearly bystander who witnessed it.

For a moment, Andy and Baby Girl sat there in silence quietly sipping their cocoa. And then she leaned her head on his shoulder and softly whispered "I don't want to be that kind of Mom. I don't want either of us to be like that.". To be truthful, she wasn't so much judging as she was reflecting.

She knew that there would inevitably come a time where she might find herself at her wit's end with her own child. But she also felt that there were many other, better ways to enforce discipline without resorting to corporal punishment.

Because while a warning swat to the butt was one thing, actively and repeatedly spanking your child until they cried out in pain was something completely different. Especially when done in the heat of anger.

Andy felt inclined to agree. And so from that point on, they came to an understanding that the only spankings that would take place in the Barber household would be those dispensed as part of the special D/s dynamic found between a loving ogre and his brat!wife.

Hope that answers your question. And for the record, you asked it beautifully. Thanks!

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360iris · 1 year

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rosegolqen · 3 months

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Mors Vincit Omnia

billy russo x reader (au)

warnings: blood, gore, slight torture, mention of being someone’s pet (not in the kinky way)

words: 2.226

i. oculus

Billy Russo was after a man. That wasn’t new. Lately, he has been after many men on Rawlins’s orders. The Irish. The Russians. Even American people who just knew too much. Billy couldn’t send one of his men. It was too risky and he was just so tired. Tired of putting up with Agent Orange’s shit and business. Tired of doing the man’s dirty laundry. He wanted peace and quiet. He wanted to lay his head on his silky pillows in his penthouse and sleep and just never wake up.

It’s okay. He could put up with this shit. He could do it. Rawlins helped Billy start his company, without him Billy would probably be…let’s not think about that. It’s a fair trade. Billy could deal with this if it meant having his status, power, money and all the beautiful women New York had to offer.

Now, having a Russian-to-English translator would help Billy get his job done a lot quicker. He couldn’t understand a word from the man blabbering in front of him. After this was done, he would call up whatever beauty from his contacts and get lost in her pretty thighs and just forget about tonight. Focus, Billy. Get the information then you can think about pretty thighs.

“Honestly man, you’re boring me. Tell me what I want and we can do this the easy way.” His voice was still soft— as soft as it could get— and calm. His head was on fire. The headache slowly started to spread across his eyes. Billy didn’t want to raise his voice tonight, but if that was the only way he could get the location of the big drug delivery coming in from Russia then he would have to.

He waved his favourite gun in front of the Russian man, who was tied to a chair. They were in an abandoned and dirty warehouse by the docks. All Billy needed was the time and date of the delivery so that Rawlins’s men could take care of it and he would be done for the night. “Last chance before I make this hurt, Kolya. I know that you can speak English.”

Billy leaned in close to the man, taking in Kolya’s disgusting appearance. Billy hit him a few times in the face, the bruises already filling in with the colour of a beautiful sunset. The blood on the man’s face was slowly drying and that meant Billy was doing a horrendous job of getting what he wanted from the Russian. He should stop talking and take action.

Billy butted his gun against Kolya’s temple. The thin skin on his head cracked the ruby shade of blood ran down the man’s aging epidermis as he wheezed out a Russian curse word. Billy clicked his tongue, voice getting louder and heavier, “That’s not the answer I want to hear!” He roughly grabbed Kolya’s greasy hair and yanked his head back. Billy’s dark eyes met the Russian’s fearful ones.

“Come on. Tell me.” His voice dropped, “Or I will take my favourite knife that I sharpened this morning and you will lose an eye.” Billy took the army knife from his boot, the blade glinting in the dark as he pointed it towards Kolya. “Left one or the right one? You choose.”

The sharp point of the knife neared the Russian’s right eye, almost, almost touching the soft black surface of his pupil. Just a few millimeters then Kolya would lose his sight in his right eye. “Please…” He muttered, tears escaping him as the adrenaline finally left his system and he realized that tonight he could truly die.

“No. You are a smart man. Rich. Have friends in high places,” Billy tilted his head, he knew Kolya was nearing his end. He was going to give Billy the information he wanted. “You give me what I want and you can have your life back!” Billy nearly shouted. Just a little bit more force before the Russian would break.

“I need his eyes.”

Billy’s gaze snapped away from Kolya. He quickly straightened up, gun in his right hand and his knife in his left. His stance took up a defensive position. The voice came from the shadows of the corner but he couldn’t pinpoint which one exactly. “Who are you?!” He turned to the man bound in the chair, “Who is that? Hmm?!”

“I don’t know!” Kolya shut his eyes, head shaking and bowed in unawareness.

“You can have him all to yourself. I just need some things from him myself before you kill him.” The feminine voice set Billy in rage. This must be one of Kolya’s tricks. He somehow contacted someone to come for him and save him. Must be. Even though the words from the woman told him a different story, Billy wouldn’t take chances. “Right? You wouldn’t let him walk away, he saw your face.”

“Come out wherever you are and I can show you exactly what I’m capable of!”

Her laugh echoed in the warehouse and it made Billy break out in a shiver, his body reacting to danger even though his mind couldn’t feel it. The chuckle turned into a cruel snicker. “Don’t worry, I saw the whole thing. Pathetic, really.”

God, he didn’t notice someone was watching him the whole time? He was getting sloppy. Too sloppy for being Billy fucking Russo. He needed to get his shit together. Get the information from the Russian. Kill him. Then deal with this woman. Scratch that. Deal with her first. Then everything else.

“We want the same thing, you and me. Him gone. I can help you get what you want if you let me have a little fun with Nikolai first.” She sounded like she was moving, yet he couldn’t hear her footsteps. Her voice still echoed in the warehouse but it sounded like she was getting nearer.

He turned his body to where the sound of her voice came from. He hoped he was in the right direction otherwise that would be embarrassing. “What is it that you want from him exactly?”

“Information. Like you.” Billy saw her silhouette before her voice became more clear. Knives were strapped to her thighs. A gun at her hip. Some kind of black bodysuit covered her from neck to toe. Strong and sturdy black boots that had no sound when she walked on the ground. Or she was just that good. Billy guessed the latter. Voice just as cold as her expression she said, “And his eyes.”

With every step, she came closer to him and Kolya and Billy continued to point his gun at her forehead. If she tried anything, or moved too fast, he would shoot her without a thought, “What kind of information?”

“That’s personal.” She was close. Closer than Billy should have let her come. The barrel of his gun almost touched her forehead. He couldn’t see the lower half of her face, the black cloth covered her nose, mouth and jaw. He wondered how she could breathe with it on. Focus.

“Anastasiya.” Kolya’s stutter with a heavy Russian accent drew Billy’s gaze to the man. He looked…frightened. He looked more petrified now than when Billy was questioning him. Interesting. They knew each other. Billy looked at the woman in front of him but her cold eyes were on Kolya. This Anastasiya woman’s interest focused wholly on the man in the chair. Billy was forgotten. “Your master has been searching for you.” The words fell from the Russian’s lips in a whisper but Billy could hear it clearly.

The assassin-looking woman moved in an instant, kicking Kolya in the chest and toppling his chair to the ground. He moaned out another curse as he spit red on the concrete ground. “I’ve come to collect, Nikolai.” Her whisper was just as deadly as her moves. Billy recognized it instantly. She knew battle and war, she wasn’t a stranger to it like he thought she was.

“Now, tell the man what he wants to know so you and I can catch up, hmm?” She crouched down beside him, taking a knife from its holster on her left thigh.

Billy lowered his gun. She was definitely not here to save Kolya. Good. Still, he gripped his army knife hard in his hand, knuckles turning a ghostly shade of white.

Seconds ticked by, yet Kolya didn’t utter a word. The woman tilted her head, some hair escaping the bun on the nape of her neck. She was getting restless and agitated. Billy could tell by the way her breathing became heavy and fast. He heard Kolya’s scream before he saw her blade embedded in the man’s shoulder. His own injury even though healed, started to throb.

Billy should get a chair and start watching the show and the way she worked. Or he should just shoot her in the head and be done with it. This woman saw his face. He was a public person. She could tell anyone— not that it would be believable that Billy fucking Russo was a murderer. Still, he should keep his image up and his name in the public clean. Just a few more minutes then he would end this. End her. She was a good entertainment for the night but he needed to get what he came for.

Kolya’s whimper made Billy snap out of his thoughts. He saw the woman twist the knife into the Russian man’s shoulder. She murmured something to him yet Billy couldn’t understand what they were talking about. Ah. She spoke Russian, of course. Well, that made this easier.

She dug the blade deeper, slicing tendons and muscle in Kolya’s shoulder. Blood poured from the wound, staining the grey and cold concrete floor. The puddle reached her boots, but she didn’t make a move only leaning closer to the man on the floor and whispered in his ear.

“A week from now on at midnight!”

That was fast. Billy didn’t want to know what threat exactly caused the man to break but he was too curious for his good. “What did you threaten him with?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“No, I really do.” Billy took a few light steps towards the pair. Kolya cried out in pain as the woman oh so slowly dragged the blade from his shoulder. Billy didn’t understand a word from their conversation yet he knew she said something gruesome and terrifying to the man. Why was he still here, though? Asking this woman named Anastasiya questions? He got what he wanted. A week from today at midnight. Billy would find out who she was. He already knew a few things about her. A name. The fact that she knew how to speak Russian. He found men with less information before.

Billy crouched down on the other side of Kolya’s head, opposite from the woman. The Russian man was about to pass out from the pain as he slowly uttered the words in English, “Your master will be delighted to know you are in New York again.”

Her master? Billy wouldn’t imagine someone having control over this woman. But her visible eyes betrayed her as she stabbed Kolya in the shoulder again. The brown of her iris glazed over, getting lost in her thoughts. This would be the perfect opportunity to kill her, Billy thought.

She was distracted but he didn’t move just observed her. “Too sad you won’t be able to tell him his favourite pet is in town.” She pulled the knife from his shoulder and rammed it into his forehead.

Billy opened his mouth to say something but he didn’t. The number of questions in his mind was overflowing. Who was she? Why is she here in New York? What master? Why was Kolya specifically important to her? Why? Why, why, why?

The woman let out a breath as she pulled the blade free from Kolya’s forehead. Ruby blood poured from the hole in his head. This was messy. Way too messy for Billy’s taste. But what surprised him more was when she pulled a black cloth bag from one of her pockets and slowly started to slice Kolya’s head from his shoulders.

She was crazy.

Billy stood up from his crouching position before any drop of blood could touch his expensive outfit. He liked the shirt he was wearing today. “Is that necessary?” His lips curled back. A hundred more questions popped into his head. Why was she doing this? Who is she after? Why?

“You got what you wanted. Go.” Her voice was cold. Colder than before as a few trickles of blood touched the pale skin on her forehead. Billy wanted to see her face. Her eyes didn’t give her away like before. He wanted to know what was going through her head.

She got her agenda and he got his. He should go and let her clean up this mess.

Kolya’s head was successfully detached from his body. Her knife was so sharp it cut through the section of his spine that connected his head to the rest of his body. Her hands were covered in black leather gloves as she put the Russian man’s head in the bag. Billy will be dreaming about tonight’s events for a while, he knew.

“I told you I needed his eyes.”

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