#daredevil anon

[askwhispangle]

Hey Tangle, you should get on a dirt bike with rockets attached to the side, ride down a large hill, go through ten hoops set on fire, jump over a bunch of sharks, and make it to the other side.

"HECK YEAH!!!"

"NO!!!"

[spaghettiposts]

Show us your most listened to songs, I dare you.

- Daredevil anon

If you insist

[stevenrogered]

I'm bargaining for my life here, Counselor.

[ghoulishhx]

Hey queen!! ive just re-read heart eyes for the billionth time and was wondering if we could get a part two? (frank saying “show me” has genuinely been the only thing on my mind for the last few days)

anyways your writing is so so good and i hope you have a wonderful day/ night :))

you're not alone in that omg, i've been thinking about the "show me" since i wrote it lmao thank you for requesting a pt 2!!

18+ MDNI !!

part 1 - heart eyes

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Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: SMUTTT, pillow humping, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, praise, choking, unprotected p in v sex (dont do this irl please), dirty talk, frank talks you through it

Wordcount: 1.7k

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✦ show me

“So, ya hump ya pillow thinkin’ of me, huh?”

“I do baby, while wearing nothing but your shirt too.” you taunt, climbing up to your feet. He groans at your confession, eyes rolling to the back of his head imagining you do this. You go to walk to the bathroom to clean yourself off, but he halts your attempts by grabbing your wrist and pulling you down to his eye level. He places his hand to your face, angling you to meet his gaze.

“Show me.”

His request stuns you, his eyes transfixed on your blushing face as he pulls you down lower to him. His chest rapidly rises and falls, jaw ticks and his eyes are void of all colour, his pupils lust blown. You bite your lip and grin at your boyfriend.

“You wanna watch me get myself off, Frankie?”

“More than anythin’ sweet thing. Want ya to give me a show.” he devilishly grins, reaching behind him to grab one of his pillows.

“Want me in your shirt too?” you wink, reaching down to remove your tank top and shimmy yourself from your sleep shorts. Intent on giving him the show of his life, you slowly bend down in front of him to retrieve his previously discarded shirt. He whistles through his teeth at the view, subduing a groan he feels crawling up his neck. He can’t help but reach out, roughly kneading the fleshy dough of your ass as you wiggle your hips in front of him.

“Tryna kill me off babydoll?” he grumbles, fist full of your ass.

“Haven’t even started yet, Frank.” you can’t help but giggle, his leaking cock already hardening once more as if he didn’t just get milked dry mere minutes ago.

“Then hurry along sweet thing, ain’t got all day.” he slaps your ass, the skin immediately reddening as he lets out a hearty laugh. You yelp, feeling even more arousal flood in your panties.

“Patience Frankie, ‘m getting there.” you pull his shirt over you, the material hugging your curves just right, your bare ass wearing only thin, lacy black panties peeking from the hem. You reach down and place a kiss on Frank’s forehead, climbing past him and situating yourself on his pillow. 

The moment you lower your soaked core makes contact with the plush of his pillow, you bite your lip. 

“Thas it doll, make y’self feel good f’me yeah?” he climbs to the back of the bed, leaning against the headboard getting comfy. You shoot him a smile as you begin to rock your hips back and forth. The whimpers you let out send more blood right to his cock, impossibly hardening his member. 

The sensation of your slick cunt rubbing so deliciously against the fabric, your panties getting caught around your bundle of nerves, Frank’s eyes bearing into you as he begins slowly touching himself makes you more turned on than you ever have been before.

Frank hums appreciatively at the sight before him,

“Look at you baby, my needy fuckin’ girl. Attagirl honey, just like that.” his eyes don’t leave you for a second, relishing in the way you’re coming undone for him before his very eyes. 

“Mhm.. feels.. Feel s’good Frankie fuck.” your hand travels to your clothed breast, tugging and squeezing at your hardened bud.

“Say m’name again, pretty girl. You tell me who’s makin’ ya feel good hm? Who’s doin’ it for ya baby?” he asks breathily, steadily pumping his cock in front of you, while you hump his pillow desperately. 

“Y-you Frank.. All you shit only you.” you’re whining at this point, so desperate for your own release. Just watching him so attentive to every action, every thrust of your hips against the pillow, you know he’s getting just as much pleasure as you are just from watching. 

“Damn right darlin’. M’name sounds so pretty comin’ from your lips sweet girl. Ya gonna cum for me now?” he reaches forward, shoving his thumb in your opened mouth. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, making your body jerk. You’re so addicted to his touch, his taste. No matter how much you try, your orgasm isn’t coming. You place both of your hands on the pillow, steadying yourself as you hopelessly grind down harshly, taking his thumb deep down your throat.

“C-can’t Frankie.. I need.. Need you.” you lift your hands up, reaching for him. He chuckles at your attempts, maneuvering his fingers under your chin, digit still between your lips. Your heart eyes meet his,

“Aww my poor girl, can’t get off without m’help huh? Need your Frankie hmm?” he teases, enjoying how desperate you are for him, relishing in your needy whines and moans of his name.

“I do.. Please Frank. Need you to touch me.” you take his thumb as deep as you can, eliciting a gag from the depth of your throat. His cock twitches at the sensation, groaning at the feeling. He was just as needy for you as you were him, yet he wanted to keep teasing you.

“C’mon baby, you’re almost there. You can do it sweetheart.” he coos, inching closer to you, placing his lips on the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin hoping this will aid the cause. It’s evident it does, feeling his hot mouth on your neck makes your clit throb. He takes ahold of your waist, guiding you across the pillow while he suckles on the crook of your neck, whispering praise and sweet nothings in your ear. It’s not long before his touch leads you to ecstasy, you see stars as you finally get the pleasure you’ve been chasing. You can’t help but grab the hem of his shirt you’re wearing and bunch it up above your chest, exposing your tits to him. He moans at their release.

“Attafuckingirl doll, knew ya could do it. Shit, that's it. Let it all out f’me” he whispers, pulling you into a bruising kiss. You moan into his mouth as you reach down to his throbbing cock, softly pumping him as you continue riding the pillow, extending your orgasm for as long as you could muster. Frank lets out a primal growl as he feels your touch where he needs it most, he loses all control as he pulls you off of the pillow and into his lap.

“Watchin’ ya ride my pillow made me jealous princess, wanna feel it for m’self now, ok?” he grunts as he glides your soaked core against his cock, he can’t help but moan feeling how wet you are, your juices painting him. You whine at the overstimulation of his tip touching your clit, nudging it as he gathers your slick as lube. He lies back onto the bed as you hover above him, pushing his girth inside of you. The stretch makes you wince, his thickness always shocks you whenever he first pushes inside. The pain so sinfully delicious. 

“You can take it doll, tight squeeze.. Fuck that’s it.” his head falls back against the bed as he fully sheathed himself inside of you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. You adjust to the position, the feeling of being so full required you to take a moment before moving. 

“Fuck Frankie.. You’re so deep ohmygod-” you’re cut off as he begins thrusting slowly inside of you, his patience gone out the window. He needs you, and he needs you now. You rest your hands on his chest, stabilising yourself as you grind down on his cock, matching his movements as he bounces off of your sweet spot. You’re both moaning messes at this point, being so pent up and desperate for one another.

“So fuckin’ tight baby, like you were made f’me. Made to take my fuckin’ cock.” he groans, wrapping a hand around your neck as his pace hastens, squeezing gently on your pressure points. The feeling is dizzying, being fucked so hard the feeling of his hands around you only elevates your pleasure.

“Takin’ me so well doll, my dirty fuckin’ girl.” he slams into you, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of your shared moans and your sweaty skin slapping against each other.

“Fuck Frank ‘m so close please.. Don’t stop oh my god right there.. ohmygodohmygod fuck-” your moans are borderline pornographic as you raise his shirt over your chest once more to gain access to your nipples, about to cum for the second time tonight. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, but Frank’s voice brings you back down to earth.

‘Eyes on me baby, wanna watch you fall apart. Cum f’me doll.” he groans as your eyes meet his, feeling like he was close now himself. You walls clamp around him as you milk him dry, juices flowing out of you as you cum hard around him. The force of your orgasm sends his cock out of you, followed by a stream of squirt all over his toned stomach. He elongates the stream, teasing the head of his dick along your clit, the juices coating him fully as he plunges him back inside of you. 

He flips your body over onto your back and takes both of your wrists with one of his large calloused hands, pinning them above your head. He relentlessly slams himself inside of you, pace beginning to falter as he was on the edge.

“Fill me up Frankie.. Please. I wanna feel you.” you whine, voice soft and intoxicating. Your words push him over as he spills his hot sticky seed inside of you, painting your tender walls white. He practically whimpers as his cock twitches and empties inside of you, marking you as his.

He collapses on top of you, moving to his side as he pulls you into his embrace, rubbing comforting circles along your shoulder with his fingers. You hum in his arms, dazed and cockdrunk.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, y’know that doll?” he softly speaks as he kisses the top of your head. “All mine. All fuckin’ mine.” he squeezes you hard, you can’t help but giggle to yourself as you feel his sticky stomach on yours, evidence of your orgasm.

“All yours Frankie, only yours.”

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a/n: i can't stop thinking ab frank in the ddba finale. he's rotting my brain i need him

my inbox is open!

[lovelybucky1]

dad!matt... he's been infecting my brain... him taking a controversially young reader (18-21) out on dates but not fucking them. he takes the reader to these nice resteraunts, and the prettiest walks. and every time at the end of the date, he just gives them a soft kiss and tells them that they can't, "i'm older than you, kid. i know better. you can wait, can't you?" But he knows that the reader is a virgin, he can sense how sensitive they are to every touch and every time he leans in close he can smell their leaking cunt.

-🐕‍🦺 (if i can take this emoji sdjfh)

he tells himself he's doing it for your own good. you're a virgin and you don't want your first time to be with just anyone. but in the back of his mind, late at night when his hand drifts below his waistband, he fucking loves that you're a virgin.

ever since he's started seeing you, he's been disgusted with himself. you're so young, so inexperienced, and he's taking advantage of that. he feeds on the way your heart races when he talks to you, how it skips a beat when he gives you those chaste, barely-there kisses.

it drives him insane the way your body aches for his touch. he can feel it in the air, the way goosebumps break out over your skin when he comes close. you want him more than anything and matt would love to give it to you, yet he can't bring himself to do it.

looking, thinking, desiring is different than touching. he can fantasize all he wants about being the first to touch you, to stretch out that tight cunt, to taste the sweetness that he can smell on you. he can imagine what your voice would sound like calling his name, moaning and whimpering for him as he discovers all of your sensitive spots.

as much as matt wants to, he won't allow himself to be the one to ruin that purity. it would be like picking the flowers out of a beautiful garden. sure, he'd have you all to himself, but eventually that innocence will fade. he wants to hold onto it for as long as he can, to tease you, string you along until he can't take it anymore.

every time you ask him why he won't give you more than a light kiss, let alone fuck you, he dodges the question by giving you some teasing remark. "i'm older," "i know best," "because i said so." it's infuriating but at the same time, him bringing attention to the age and experience gap makes you want him even more.

[iamhereforfunnzies]

I wonder how interesting if Blind MC has extremely heightened senses like Marvel's Daredevil. Like, they'd be pretty overwhelmed if too much stimuli. Heck, maybe MC has a conversation with one of the Batfam, maybe Bruce, their back facing towards them. And Bruce tries to go in front of them, but MC spitefully turns her back away from him. Like, they know they aren't facing towards Bruce, but doesn't give a shit.

That’s such an intriguing idea! A blind MC with heightened senses, like Daredevil, would make for some intense moments—both physically and emotionally. The sensory overload would be constant, so their interactions with the world would be completely different from others. The notion of them choosing to turn their back on someone like Bruce, especially knowing that they can still sense him, is a power move in itself. It would speak volumes about their autonomy and their control over their environment, even if they’re physically vulnerable.

If they were having a conversation with Bruce, them turning their back might show they’re fed up with being treated like they need help or special care because of their blindness. They might not care that Bruce is trying to go in front of them; they’re not going to let anyone think they can dictate where they face or how they interact.

The dynamics of it would add layers to Bruce's usual stoic, controlling nature. He’d likely be surprised by their defiance, and it might make him respect them more, but also challenge him to understand their deeper motivations. If you want to dig into it even more, maybe there’s some emotional context—perhaps the MC has dealt with someone in the past who made them feel "less than" because of their blindness, and that’s what fuels the bitterness.

(I realize I need to make a master list)

[saberlight1]

pretty boy — matt murdock

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader.

warnings: language, fluff, established relationship, standard daredevil warnings.

authors note: hiii! since rewatching daredevil, my matt and frank obsession has been back up n running (not that i’m complaining). and this is based on this request, thank you anon <3. i love this little fluffy fic, i hope you enjoy this!

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You watched the snowflakes fall with a calm smile on your face. You had always adored this time of year, especially when it snowed. It was just something about how the never ending buzzing of Hell’s Kitchen would just stop for a moment— just peace and quiet. It never failed to calm your nerves, whatever worries that were on your mind washing away with the snow hitting the ground.

You were sat on your boyfriend’s couch wrapped up in a blanket with a book in your hand, soaking in the tranquility that this type of weather brought you. Matt’s apartment was always one of your favorite places— it was always so quiet and the big, open windows granted you a sight to Hell’s Kitchen. Even with the bright build-board right outside, you still loved it. Most of all, you loved it because it was his. Everything in the apartment reminded you of Matt, thats why you spent as much time as possible here.

“Sweetheart?” Matt’s call broke you from your thoughts, and your heart swelled at his voice. You stood up immediately, walking over to where he was kicking off his shoes and jacket by the door.

“Hi, baby,” You smiled, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders as his hands wrapped around your waist, drawing you closer.

“Hi,” He whispered as you took off his sunglasses. The second the lenses were off his eyes, the man brought his lips to yours.

Your smile only grew against his lips as you dug one of your hands into his hair— the man before you only growing more greedy against your lips.

You pulled back for air, a teasing look on your features. Matt may not have sight, but he could always tell when that look crossed your face. “Someone missed me, huh?” You cheekily teased.

His cold hands dove under the material of your— his shirt, causing a yelp to leave your lips as you attempted to get away from him.

He smiled brightly at you. “Of course I missed you,” His cold hands only traveled further up your back, and you knew the sneaky fucker could probably hear the goosebumps rising on your skin.

“Stop!” You giggled, trying to fight your way out of his arms, but you knew it was fruitless.

“Okay, okay,” He chuckled, relenting his cold hands from your warm skin. “‘m sorry, you’re just warm and it was fuckin’ freezing out there.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, your hands grabbing his own from your hips and wrapping them within your own in an attempt to warm them up. “I told you that this morning. Just because you’re the big, bad Daredevil doesn’t mean you don’t get cold, my love.” You joked, interlacing your fingers and leading him to your shared room.

He rolled his own eyes with a smile at your remark, you never failed to tease him for his vigilante ways— even when he came to you half dead and you had to patch him up, you still found a way to crack a joke to see his smile.

“Here,” You turned to him with a hoodie and sweatpants in your hands. “Get out of that suit so we can cuddle on the couch.” You left a kiss on his lips before turning on your heel and walking towards the kitchen.

Matt shook his head with a laugh, but did as he was told regardless. Once he was settled, he made his way towards where you were in the kitchen. You smiled softly when you felt his chest against your back and his arms slither around your waist. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder as he left small kisses along your neck.

“Hot chocolate, huh?” He murmured against your neck.

You rolled your eyes playfully at his use of his senses. “Yep, might help you warm up, Frozone.” You joked.

“I know you did not just compare me to that dude from Incredibles.” He scoffed, feigning offensiveness.

You giggled. “How do you even know that?”

“Honey, my ears still work.” He pinched your hip lightly. “When that movie came out all the kids at the orphanage loved it. Had to hear it at least three times a day,”

You grimaced at the thought. “That must’ve been torture, havin’ to constantly hear the plot of that movie.”

“It was.” He agreed.

“Don’t tell me you hate that movie, though.” You looked at him from over your shoulder, holding up a finger. “‘Cause that was my favorite Disney movie for a while..”

He started tickling you immediately, a loud squeal leaving your lips. “Oh, my girl has a basic taste in Disney movies?” He teased with a smile, talking slightly loud over your laughter. “Who would’ve thought?”

“Matthew!” You wheezed out, thrashing in his grip. He finally relented as you laid against him while you attempted to catch your breath. “Didn’t know you were so passionate about my taste..”

“Well, I gotta let you know if it’s a basic one.” He shrugged, a smirk on his lips.

“If it’s so basic, then how’d I pick you?” You bit back with raised brows.

A breathy chuckle escaped him, before he paused to lick his lips. “Fair play, honey.”

You only smiled in return, turning back to pour the pair of you a mug of hot chocolate. Matt let his eyes flutter shut behind you, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he relaxed to the sounds of just simply: you.

You smiled when you noticed what he was doing, one of your hands coming up to scratch his scalp. “It’s ready,” You softly said.

He pulled away from you to grab his mug. “Thank you, baby.” He left a kiss to the side of your head before wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you to the couch.

He placed both of your cups on the coffee table before lying down and dragging you into his chest, yet another yelp leaving your lips.

Your chin rested on his chest as you looked at him with questioning eyes.

“What?” He laughed. “I told you I missed you,”

You only smiled, leaning up slightly to bring your lips together. His hand immediately shot up to cup your jaw, the man also leaning up to deepen it. You’d never get tired of the way his lips chased yours, and how passionately he kissed you every time.

You pulled back for air, but not before leaving a couple small pecks to his lips.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you, Matt.” You whispered back, leaving one last kiss to his lips before digging your head into the crook of his neck— the hot chocolate being long forgotten.

But in all honesty, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were perfectly fine just as you were, wrapped up in your lover’s arms during a snowstorm.

[linusbenjamin]

Benjamin Poindexter 🎯 Daredevil: Born Again S1.E9 "Straight To Hell"

[biting-miguel-ohara]

can i get a romantic blurb with prompt #69 and matt murdock :]

(congrats on 300 followers !! 🎉) - 🧸 anon

Prompt #69: “Can I hold your hand?”

CW: fluff, kisses, mild pining, chivalrous behavior, gn!Reader

"Can I hold your hand?"

“What?” You blink at Matt. He gives you that devilishly charming smile in return. The one that’s achingly lazy and oh so warm. It melts you completely.

“Can I hold your hand?” He holds out his own. After a moment, you take it. You weren’t ever really gonna say no. Not to an opportunity you’ve been dreaming about for months.

You walk with him, sticking close on the busy sidewalk. You’re barely paying attention though, too busy focusing on the feel of his calloused hand against yours.

He takes you out for lunch. And then walks you home. It’s the most giddy you’ve felt in months. He treats you so normally, but with so much grace it feels… special. He makes you feel special.

And when he kisses your hand at the door, lips lingering against your skin for a touch longer than necessary? When his lips are pillow soft and his kiss slow and gentle? You could combust into a thousand starbursts and still feel enraptured.

You’re so in love with him. And for the first time in ages, it seems like you finally have a chance.

[emziess]

Daredevil in his suit without his mask/helmet

[gilverrwrites]

Ooh I was the person who asked if you wrote for Marvel and someone beat me to asking about Matt. Clearly we are on same wave length. His grin drives me crazy 😵‍💫

How teasing do you think he would be in bed?

Exceptionally so. It's just in his nature to be cheeky.

He's the kind to be like "Yes, Dear? Do you need something?" When you call out his name.

"Matty... I need more... please" You're complain when he's grazing your sweet spot with the lightest flick of his tongue. He'll sound so sweet, and clueless as he asks, "More what? I don't know what you mean, you'll have to explain it to me." and then he'll laugh, with a shit eating grin when all you do is whine and try to grab for him.

And if you think he's not using his lawyer tactics on you, you're wrong. Every word out of your mouth, every promise, everything will be held against you at some point or another. "You said, and I quote 'Please Matt, I'll do anything, I'll even do that thing you like, just please fuck me.' and I did. It was verbal contract in the eyes of the law. So now you..."

He's a such a little shit.

[annab-nana]

February sleepoverrrrr

Can I please request d3 with Matt Murdock?

i can feel the angst/hurt comfort from here and i can't wait for it

warnings: not proofread, descriptions of a panic attack

prompt: "hey, hey, shhhh. shhhh. you're okay."

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relief. great weight lifting relief.

that's what you first remembered feeling when you saw matt donned in his daredevil suit taking out the guys who had you. it was like oxygen had been restored in an atmosphere where there was none before it. you could breathe now that he was here. you inhaled a breath deeper than you knew you could hold in your lungs.

but then it was like you were breathing in too much. too quickly. your trembling hand came up to your chest to try and calm it, but it was no use. the tightening sensation continued to fester.

your eyes focused on matt's quick movements as he laid the men out one after the other. then, he was in front of you. you watched his lips move, but it took you a second to focus on what he was saying. he had to repeat himself before you actually heard him, his voice deep and desperate.

"are you hurt?"

your eyelids fluttered as you shook your head. "no, but i- i can't-" you tried to speak, your hand clenching as it grabbed a handful of your shirt. it felt like the world was sucking you in and pulling you down.

"i can't-" you repeated. your eyes shifted down slightly while your breathing increased in pace. "i-"

matt immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly to his chest. his voice was a soothing gentle melody to your ears as he whispered to you, "hey, hey, shhhh. shhhh. you're okay. i've got you. no one will hurt you. you're okay. try to match my breathing, yeah?"

he would've told you to listen to his heartbeat, but he knew it was thundering and erratic in fear for you. he wanted to kill these men, and he probably would later when you weren't around. but, he had to make sure you were okay first. matthew murdock didn't play around about a lot of things, most importantly, you and your safety.

when he got you calmed down, he pressed his lips to your temple. "you okay?" he asked into your skin. "they didn't hurt you?"

"you got here before anything happened," you told him in a whisper. "i'm okay."

"you know you aren't leaving my sight anytime soon, right?" he spoke against your forehead.

you couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped you despite the severity of the situation. "your sight, huh?" you teased.

his glimmer of a smile brought you some comfort in the moment. "you know what i mean. you're about to be glued to me."

"there's no place i'd rather be."

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[flutterbabee]

in my heart i know college!matt would have loved a puppy of his own tbh. being so dumb for him that you can’t help but bark and whine

Exactly, he's obsessed with how you'll stumble over your words whenever he's speaking to you, knowing he's got you too dumb to respond. And when you do open your mouth, it's only to whine and speak unintelligible babbles. Matt just loves playing with you and petting your head when he's got you like this. He's also a lot more teasing during these moments, calling you a 'one sick puppy' with that shit-eating grin on his face because of how quick you'll turn on your back at his command. It's actually criminal how much he's devoted to dolling you up; he'll buy you studded collars, toys, and even a harness at some point. And it was all to use during your dumbest moments, when he's got you on your knees and is sitting on the edge of the bed asking for your "paw" and feeding you bits of a cookie whenever you complete the trick. The best part is when he actually brings you up to the bed and starts to grope and pull at your body. He treats it like a game, but he's not interested in seeing how long you'll hold out; you both know you won't last very long. He just wants to see what you'll let him do to you. I mean, if you're already letting him put that collar around your neck, he might as well try every thought that comes to mind. And after what feels like ages of him taunting and pleasing you, when he's drifting his fingers over your clit and you're a noodle in his arms, he's still smiling because he knows he's not finished with you, and you couldn't be more happy as you're licking stripes up his neck and jaw. Just insane how tightly he's got you wrapped around his fingers.

[ghoulishhx]

um so i was the one who requested frank x switch!reader and JESUS CHRIST im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

i would love perhaps a part two? 🤭🤭

(ps, calling frank a good boy???? is all i need in life. yes ma’am thats my good boy right there without a doubt)

EHEHEHE I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME OH MY GODDDD

ok this may not be for everyone, idk how the general frank fanfic enjoyer feels about kindaaq subby!frank but im giving the people (me) what they (i) want. enjoy this absolute self indulgent smutfest!!

18+ MDNI !!

My Masterlist!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: a big steaming pile of smut, switch!afabreader, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v sex (no creampies in this but still don't do this irl), dirty talk, praise, use of restraints, choking

Tags: had some help with dialogue from my wife @carbonfiction , also my other wives @nogoodbee and @yur1addict were along for the ride

Wordcount: 2.1k

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✦ use your words

“You trust me, right Frankie?” you whisper into your boyfriend’s ear as you wrap your arms around his neck, peppering kisses along his jawline, trailing to his neck and chest. Your innocent, doe-like demeanor as you bat your eyelashes at him makes a groan hitch in his throat. 

“Depends on what’s runnin’ through that pretty lil head, sweet girl.” he growls, wrapping his fingers in your hair, tugging softly eliciting gasps from you. 

Your arms run down his body and stop at his belt, his jeans the only item of clothing between you and ecstasy. Your mind fixates on the leather hoisting the garment around his waist. Your fingers toy with the material, running your fingers along his waistband. 

He raises his eyebrow at your fixation, confused at where you’re going with this.

“You’ll like it Frank, don’t worry.” you mumble as you push him onto the bed, straddling him as you begin unbuckling his belt.

“Doll, what are ya-”

“Shh Frankie.. Lemme make you feel good, okay? Lemme have my fun with you.” you kiss his neck as you unsheathe the belt from his denims. You push your fingers through his belt loops, pulling him closer to you briefly, before you push him down onto his back. You begin running your hand across his prominent bulge, palming him through the fabric as he groans. “Lemme take what I want,” you coo as you grind your desperate core into his thigh, “Take what I need.”

You use your hands to grab his larger ones, pushing them together as you wrap his belt around his wrists. He opens his mouth to protest, but you stop him with a grin.

“You want me to feel good, right Frankie?” you tilt your head to the side with a mischievous glint in your eyes, pouting at him. 

“Kinda question is that doll, course I do,” no matter how hard he tries, he can’t say no to you, especially with that pout on your face. “Just confused s’all..”

“Nothin’ to be confused about Frankie, I know what I’m doin’.” you wink as you continue tightening the leather, bounding him tight as you raise your handiwork to your face, kissing his knuckles as you bend over him, pushing his hands above his head. His eyes don’t leave you as you do this, watching intently as his breathing intensifies. The action rubs his bulge deliciously into your sex, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Shit.. so fucking hard for me baby.. So handsome.” you coo as you place your lips on his forehead before sitting back up. The sight before you makes your clit throb, Frank Castle, the fucking Punisher, bound beneath you and enjoying it.

He can't help but blush at your words, trying his hardest to be nonchalant and fight his body's reaction to you taking power. You push down your hips into his, eliciting groans from him at the sensation, you bite your lip to subdue whimpers from escaping your mouth. 

You can't help but giggle as you slip down from him, removing your clothes slowly until you're bra-less and only wearing a lacy thong. His favourite. It takes every bit of self restraint for Frank to not tear his way out of his restraints and feel your body, run his calloused fingers across each of your curves, tasting every inch of you with his tongue, but he's intent on allowing you to continue. Allowing you to take what you need, trusting you to do whatever you want. 

You play with your breasts in front of him as you smirk, watching his cheeks flush from need. The effect you're having on him floods your panties as you tug and twist at your pebbled nipples. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful baby.. shit” he darkly groans, his cock twitching in his jeans. Placing your hands on the waistband, you tug them off and allow the clothes to pool at his feet. Your eyes lock onto his dick, straining against the fabric of his underwear, leaking into the cotton. 

Your fingers begin stroking his member, tracing his prominent veins and frenulum teasingly, your touch so soft it's barely there. However Frank being as aroused as he was, it felt like heaven. He can't help but buck his hips into your touch, chasing friction. 

“My eager boy, shh baby tell me what you want.” you coo, retracting your hand from his sex, trailing your nails along his bare thighs, making Frank shudder at the feeling. He groans at the loss of contact. “Use your words baby.”

“Shit don’t make me beg, doll.. Fuck..” he mumbles, tugging at his wrists, rutting his hips into the air desperately. 

“Use your manners Frankie..” you taunt, pulling your thong to the side as you hover above his length. “Isn’t that what you always tell me, hmm? Say please baby and I'll give you what you want.”

His jaw tightens, realising this little game you’re playing, you completely switching the power dynamic on its head. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you push his leaking red tip between your folds, grinding on him, pushing him between your swollen lips. His cock collects your slick as your juices mix together, his precum intertwining with your wetness. His head thrusts deliciously over your bundle of nerves. You can’t help but moan around his length, desperate to fuck yourself on him but enjoying having complete power over him that much more. 

“Gonna be polite f’me baby? Gonna use your words?” you lean down, pressing your lips along his jawline, licking stripes along his skin. Your touch is borderline overwhelming, Frank is utterly helpless, unable to feel your soft, plush skin with his calloused hands. His desperation is unwavering, he can no longer subdue the whimpers threatening to escape his throat. Your cunt just feels too good enveloping his cock. 

“P-please.. Please baby, I-I need ya. Need ya so bad.” Frank gives in, his desire consuming him as you grin inches from his face.

“That wasn’t so hard was it Frankie? My good boy, I’ll give you what you need, baby.” you croon, leaning back as you wrap your right hand around his neck, pushing his length inside of you with your left. Your jaw falls slack as he fully sheathes himself inside of you, filling you to the brim. Frank needily starts thrusting his hips into you, chasing the pleasure he’s so desperately craving. You tighten your grip around his neck, eliciting a growl from his throat.

“Eager tonight aren’t we?” you laugh, halting his movements. You relish in the way he pants beneath you, chest heaving from being denied the pleasure he needs. “I wanna take my time with you, is that ok?” you place a kiss on his forehead as you begin gently rocking your hips. You throw your head back, taking your lower lip between your teeth as you bite down, your thumb rubbing comforting circles on Frank’s throat as you run your free hand down his chest, inching towards your needy clit.

“Fuck doll, ‘m not gonna last much longer.. Y-you feel too good..” his back lightly arches from the bed, tensing as he feels his orgasm quickly approaching. 

“Mhm, the feeling’s mutual Frankie.” your pace quickens as you bounce up and down on his length, rubbing harsh circles around your bundle of nerves, swirling your slick across your pussy. “Fillin’ me up so good, such a good boy f’me.” you whine as his tip nudges your spongy spot. “Lemme have it Frankie, cum for me. Fill me up baby.” 

Your permission sends jolts of electricity up his spine, he’s so close to ecstasy. He starts rutting his hips up to match your pace, his movements relentless. 

“Just like that baby, fuck don’t sto-”

Silence. Your motion comes to a complete standstill as you pull yourself off of his cock in a rapid motion.

You can’t help but allow a mischievous grin to smother your face as you watch Frank whine at the loss of pleasure, his orgasm denied, cock and balls twitching hopelessly.

“Fuckin’ hell babygirl, I was so fuckin’ close, what the-”

“Shh Frankie, ‘m not done with you yet.” you trail your hands across his body as you kneel before him between his thick thighs, back arched and ass up as you come face to face with his purplish tip. His dick is covered in a sweet mixture of your fluids, you can’t help but drool as you playfully run your tongue from his balls to his mushroom head. 

Frank’s whole body jerks beneath you, the overstimulation from being so severely edged stunning him. His hands are still bound above his head, despite how much he wanted to break free and wrap his fingers in your hair, he loved how much you were enjoying being in control, so he kept his wrists there and he’d be damned to try and break free. Anything for his girl.

“You taste so fucking good Frankie, filling my mouth already with just your precum.” you softly speak as you begin bobbing your head up and down his cock. The noise that erupts from Frank’s mouth is primal, groaning louder than ever before. You can’t help but smile around his length, your effect on him is dizzying.

It’s not long before Frank’s impending orgasm, the pace of which he bucks his hips into your mouth faltering as he releases breathy moans of your name. 

But you’re not done yet.

You remove your mouth from his cock, much to Frank’s disarray. He growls as his cock throbs and twitches impossibly harder, begging to cum, begging to spill his seed down your throat.

“Tell me what you want Frankie.” your eyes glint as you match his needy gaze, his iris’ non existent as his pupils are so lust blown.

“Fuck.. I- I need-” Frank babbles, so out of character for him.

“Shh shh shh.. Deep breaths, baby. Use your words. You wanna cum, huh? Fill my mouth Frank? Make me yours?” you coo, resting your cheek on one hand propped up by your elbow, the other running your nails across his tensed thighs. “Who do you belong to, hmm?” you test the waters with your final question, wondering if he would fully submit.

“Y-yes.. Fuck babydoll please.. I need to cum.. Shit I belong to you, o-only you.” his reaction stuns you, not once in your entire relationship did you expect to hear such submissive words from your boyfriend, the Punisher.

“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely baby, my good boy.. you can cum.” you hum appreciatively, resuming your movements, bobbing your head up and down his cock hastily.

Within seconds he spills down your throat, followed by a string of curse words, thank yous and your name all in between moans. You wanted him to fill your mouth, and my god that is what you got. Your mouth gets flooded by his hot, sticky release and you swallow every drop gleefully. 

You finally pull yourself from his softening cock with an exaggerated pop of your mouth. His whole body jerks from overstimulation, and you can’t help but giggle as you reach above him to finally remove his restraints.

He takes his wrists in front of his face and rubs them dramatically as if he were a convict just released, pulling you into his embrace as you pepper kisses across his face and chest.

“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart, didn’t know you were hidin’ that from me.” he chuckles darkly into your hair.

“Was it okay, Frankie? Did you enjoy it?” you meet his adoring gaze, blushing at the feeling of his vulnerable eyes bearing deep into your soul.

“Enjoy it? You kiddin’ me, sweetheart? Fucking loved watchin you up there." he hypes you up as he places kisses along your forehead, still pussydrunk as fuck. "Know how good you looked, takin’ control like that? Fuckin angelic." you sigh as you sink into his arms, grateful you could explore your more dominant side with him.

“Mhm, I’m glad baby.” you hum into his chest, “I’ll dust off the strap for next time.”

“Yeah not happenin’ doll, not in a million years.” the room fills with an eruption of laughter from your both, completely at bliss in each other's company.

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a/n: the gif was too perfect to not use. i love you frank castle please let me chain you up. i also wanna make it clear in my own personal headcanon, frank isnt the biggest fan of tying you up, loving you too much to potentially make you uncomfortable, but if you wanted to tie him up.. he would be damned if he didnt give his girl what she wanted. thank you for indulging me, i love you

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[lovelybucky1]

I need dad!matt being super sweet and soft with an inexperienced reader @-@ like first time, and he knows just how to take care of her 😫

“shh, baby, i’ve got you. dad’s got you, yeah? you’re gonna be alright,” he soothes as he slowly pushes inside of you.

you swear he’s splitting you open. the stretch of something inside you makes you bite your lip to distract from the pain. you’re certainly wet, a mix of your arousal and his saliva ensuring there’s a smooth glide. but as matt said when he was opening you up, you’re tight as a fucking vice.

“you’re almost there, sweetie. just one more inch, okay? think you can do it for me?”

you’re unable to make sounds other than wimpers, so you nod. somehow, matt gets the message and continues on.

when he bottoms out, you feel a fullness that is unlike anything else. tentatively, you clench around his length, which elicits a hiss from matt. he asks if he can move and you make him promise he’ll go slow.

“i’ll take it easy on you, baby, i promise. not gonna hurt my girl.”

“not even if i ask for it?”

it’s amazing how matt corrupts everything he touches.

[https-murdock]

What would Matty think of the reader that wears a necklace with his initial?

sfw - he would loveee that. knowing you always have him as close as possible, thinking about his name hanging from your neck for everyone else to see. he’d always make sure you have it on too, each time you’re about to leave the house you always get a little, “necklace?” when he’s checking you’ve got it on, fingers reaching to your chest to check. the smile he’d give you when you have it on too.

nsfw - the way he’d just love wrapping his fingers around your neck when you have it on. cock dragging in and out of your walls, feeling his initial bouncing up and down while he’s driving into you and towering over you. “so beautiful. all mine.” he’s growling, fingers wrapping the necklace around his hand as he holds your neck, all you can reply is a little “all yours, M-matt.”