#daredevil x punish

[fangirlirl]

Devil in Disguise

Chapter: 3/8

Word count: 1.5k

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

Rating: Mature (this one is smut guys)

“Stay” Matt requested, his knuckles brushed the back of the other’s palm, trying not to be too forward with his advances. Frank had helped him back to his apartment and they were standing outside the front door.

“Ok.” He had been staring through him for a few seconds now.

They stepped inside. Frank followed him, he knew it was Matt’s home but he felt compelled to look out for him, just a sense of care he couldn’t quite justify, he didn’t need to. He stepped closer to Matt, barricading him against the wall. Matt leaned back, his hands placed at the other’s sides. Frank stared down at him, creasing his jaw with his thumb. Watching the expressions flicker through, neither of them were sure how to proceed.

“What did you have in mind?” Frank placed his lips on his cheek. He didn’t move away, he let his fingers trace the outline of his face. Matt felt guilty for being able to listen to the pace of his heart, for taking advantage of it.

He placed a hand on Frank’s, he started leading him across the apartment. He worked on the buttons of his shirt but struggled as he walked backwards while pulling Frank along “I want you to take off your shirt.” Instead Frank started undoing Matt’s. They stepped into the bedroom, he pulled Frank along and pulled his shirt up removing it. Matt fell back on the bed and Frank stood infront of him, he placed one knee next to Matt’s leg on the bed. Matt reached out, his fingers hooked around Frank’s belt pulling him closer and causing him to end up on top of him.

“Hey.” Frank watched him, Matt placed a peck on the lips of the man. Frank started working off Matt’s pants in between kisses, gentle but enough to get his blood rushing. He paused, he didn’t want any regrets. He didn’t want Matt to regret this. “You sure about this?”

“Mmmhum. I’m sure.” Matt smiled up at him, Frank wanted to savour that smile but Matt was already and working on removing Frank’s remaining clothes. He was pulled up towards the head of the bed. Frank pinned his wrists above his head and placed a few gentle pecks over his face, his temple, his cheek, his lips. Matt lean into the touch, rubbing his leg against Frank’s as he couldn’t move his arms. Frank stopped and leaned off him.

“You can tell me to stop, ok?” Matt nodded in response, tangling his fingered in Franks hair and kissing the closest part of him he could which ended up being his shoulder. Frank moved to the side, his fingers tracing Matt’s arm to his hand, interlocking their fingers and bringing them up against his lips.

Matt was on his back with Frank leaning up on his side next to him, their legs over each others out of pure neediness. He ran his fingers down Matt’s torso paying attention to every cut and every curve. There were fresh marks all over his body from when he wasn’t around. “You’ve been busy.” A pointless statement. “Did you at least land a hit this time?”

“Should’ve see the other guy.” Frank leaned down to kiss the fresh marks “Bottom draw” Matt gestured to the night stand. He knew Frank was staring at his face, he didn’t want to think about his emotions in that moment especially when he could feel how hot he was against his skin. Frank moved back and opened the drawer to find a bottle of clear liquid, it made him wonder why Matt had it there ready to use. He stopped himself from thinking too much about it and left the bottle on top of the stand. Matt sat up, leaning against the headboard. His hand finding Frank as soon as he was in front of him.

“Tell me what you like.” Frank sat in front of him, leaning close to his face, pressing gentle kisses onto his lips. Matt was mesmerised in that moment, a small sound mixing into it along with Frank’s tongue into his mouth. A hand tracing Matt’s face, his neck, soothing. Matt cupped his face, kept him close.

“Ok…” Matt held Frank’s hand by the palm, stepping out of the haze, leaving Frank’s fingers free. He traced the fingers over his face closing his eyes and paused at his lips. “Here.” Placing a peck at the fingertips. Moving them down to his neck, stretching it to fit Frank’s hand around it. “Here.” Franks watched him, fascinated. His hands now on Matt’s abdomen “Here.” Frank kissed him below his chest, his hands guided down Matt’s waist to his legs, the inner parts of his thighs. His voice merely a whisper this time, Frank was too close to miss it “And here.”

Frank kissed him further down his torso, leaving a trail of kisses. He paused and looked up. He gave a few pecks to his thigh, licking over the soft skin and finally leaning back. “What about here?” He blew out a soft breath at the evident erection.

Before Matt had the chance to respond, he let out a small gasp. Frank had placed his tongue against him, moving it up slowly while watching the other’s reaction. Matt had tightened his grip on the hand he was holding, his other hand curling into the sheets next to him clutching Frank’s face with his thighs. A shaky breath, he managed a small sound after Frank stopped. He placed his other hand on Frank’s nape, lifting his knees apart to give him space. He placed his lips on the man to sweeten the moment. Even though he couldn’t look at him, he smirked facing him while making the statement. “I really like that.”

Frank was taken aback, he kissed back but was unsure how to respond “Sit back.” He placed a hand on Matt’s chest and motioned him back against the bed. He leaned down and held both of his thighs just past the joints. Soothing him with a gentle movement, his lips were against Matt’s shaft. He used his tongue again, repeating the movement until he was satisfied with the pace of Matt’s breathing, stopping when he got to the tip.

Frank reached for the bottle next to him, pouring it on his palm and placed a hand around Matt’s erection, teasing him for a few seconds. He moved up towards his face, placed a few pecks on Matt’s face then lifted his knees up and pulling him down until he was on his back. Matt wrapped his arms around Frank’s neck, his fingers tangling up in his hair. “The manhandling is unnecessary.” He whispered through the kisses.

“Agree to disagree.” Frank’s hand worked on Matt’s shaft, the small gasps of breath and nearly audible moans edged him to keep going. He kissed his jaw and ear, pulling on the ear lobe with his teeth to force out more sounds. Matt was willing to give him exactly that.

Matt leaned his head back, lifting his hips up against Frank’s letting out a low moan. He brushed a finger down Frank’s spine, placing his hand on the side of his hips and guided his body down against his own, he moved his hips up against the other. He moved his hand to hold Frank’s erection, rubbing it against his own. Both of their hands working around them, Frank placed his head above Matt’s shoulder allowing him to hear the small gasps escaping him.

“Frank… I-” he was moving in sync with him, desperate to breathe properly but it could wait. His fingers harshly griping Frank’s hair, edging towards a release. He started to move his hand faster, Frank followed. He started to grind his hips against Matt’s a little faster until only their gasps and moans filled the room.

“Fuck…” he felt the substance on his hand first then all over his torso, a few seconds later it was his own mixing into the mess. “Fuck.” It took another few seconds to regain his senses. He leaned up on his forearms to look at Matt. Seeing his expression of complete ecstasy, his mouth ajar desperately seeking to breathe. That’s when he felt the fingernails digging into his nape.

He rested his head below Matt’s chin, he let out a chuckle amused. kissed Matt, nuzzling against his neck.

Matt found the laugh to be contagious. Loosely wrapping his arms around Frank’s waist and leaning down for his lips. Frank leaned up on his forearms and held his face, rubbing his thumb over Matt’s lips. He wanted to pause that moment and keep staring at him.

“Who tore you a new one?” His finger tracing over Frank’s hip, indicating to the bullet hole on his ass.

“Is that the thankyou I get for making you dinner?” He knew there was no truth in that, he just found his situation to be amusing. Matt kissed him, unable to contain the laugh. Frank moved up and laid next to him, both facing each other. He placed his hand on Matt’s side, he pulled him closer and wrapped his leg around Matt’s, tracing little circles while staring at him.

Matt kissed him, humoured. “I can think of more ways to thank you.”

“Yeah? You sure you can right now?

Matt nudged the tip of his nose against Frank’s “Definitely”

“On your knees, soldier.”

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[2kiran]

18+ M!READER

“There you go, good boy.” His hand cups your jaw, his lips ghosting over your own before they settle on your cheek. He simply looked too good, acted too nice, and you weren’t able to resist. His tongue lazily drags all the way to your neck, latching onto a sweet spot as he teasingly rolls his hips.

You shudder, your hands curling around his thighs. “Stop callin’ me that—” you’re cut off by your own groan when he suddenly grounds down against your clothed cock. He softly chuckles, the husky timbre muffled. “Why, don’t you like bein’ told you’re good?” He grinds in small, tantalizing circles, paired with a harsh bite, “My good boy. C’mon, take everything I give you.”

[asgardswinter]

Another reminder to stop supporting Jon Bernthal, especially once the new Daredevil series is releasing.

He is a zionist that has supported Israel for many years, is friends with violent abusers such as Shia LaBeouf and gave him a platform on his podcast, a man that has sexually abused multiple women. Invited an IOF soldier on his podcast that hes friends with and gave flowers to cops during BLM.

Some more info in my thread here

Also i should note that Deborah Ann Woll who plays Karen Page in the Daredevil series has liked pro-israhell posts in the past.

Also if anyone comments on this post trying to excuse his actions ur comment will be deleted and ull be blocked.

[murc0ck]

i know he's fictional but i would love nothing but to devour that man

[typing-catastrophe]

I need to sit on his lap

[eso-terrors]

[ruiviart]

A sleepy vigilante

[yourchocolatenachostudent]

Fratt nation, how do you feel?

[christianbalesasshole]

This is how season 2 went right

[fangirlirl]

Devil in Disguise

Chapter: 1/8

Word count: 1.7k

Pairing: Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Rating: Mature

A eerily peaceful afternoon, the wind gentle. He sat at the bench listening to the sounds of people going about their day. Whispers, gestures and inaudible expressions. Taking it all in, reflecting. He heard someone sit beside him, there was no unnecessary movement, he had a strong guess as to who it was but remained silent. It was too soon to go through this, it was better to pretend he wasn’t there. The feeling wasn’t mutual.

“I need your help.” His rough voice echoed through him, unsettling.

“Still on the run?” He retreated to the figure. He must’ve been covering up, making sure no one could recognise him.

“I only came to say hello.” The male stared at Matt “and I need some help”

“What could Mr Castle possible need my help with?” Matt tried to joke but Frank seemed too serious about this issue. After getting no further response, he made an offer. “I believe you’d like to discuss the matter in confidence?”

They entered the lawyer’s apartment, Matt removed his tinted glasses, left the cane to the side and walked towards the kitchen. The other man following like a shadow and glared over him. “Hungry?” He had only left the apartment to go for a stroll to clear his head of the restlessness.

“No.” Firm. He stepped closer to Matt and monovered him to stand between himself and the kitchen top. Matt could feel his exhaustion, the weight of the world on his shoulders. He must’ve been desperate to come to him for help, they were never really on good terms regardless of his alias.

“Maybe some coffee?” Matt tried, he wanted to get away from the situation without pushing anything with the larger man. He was confident in his abilities to fend himself, but the risk of exposing himself was not worth it at this time.

Frank was staring at the blind man’s face, it was putting him on alert for some primal reason. “I’ll have some coffee.” He wanted to believe he was being paranoid but every experience of his life had taught him to trust his instinct.

Without realisation Matt had placed a hand on Frank’s shoulder. “What’s the matter?” His expression plain but his tone was of concern. Frank didn’t like that. He didn’t want the pity, to be thought of as helpless.

“Just annoyed about the thing I’m here to discuss.” He wasn’t. “It’s Curt, he likes to keep things in the clear.” Matt’s hand was now on the side of Frank’s neck with his thumb creasing his jaw. He felt an instinctive need to comfort him.

“I’m all ears.” The space between them was closing in. Matt could hear Franks heartbeat, a rise in temperature in his throat, his steady breath. A sigh.

“What’re you doing Murdock?” His tone was stern. His body conflicted so he didn’t move.

“I’m not sure” Matt didn’t realise how close he was to the other man. He moved back only to encounter the kitchen unit behind him, before he could find his way out, Frank spoke up.

“I didn’t say stop.” Frank was curious, he waited for him to do something. Anything.

Matt wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up in this situation, he didn’t mean to lead on the Punisher. His instincts were similar to caring for an injured puppy, but now he felt like he had to follow through, he wanted to comfort him. He placed a hand on Frank’s neck, fingertips of the other hand reaching out and creasing his jaw. He felt Frank’s hand on his lower back, he could feel his arms on either side, strained muscles, purposeful. He leaned up and placed his lips on Frank’s, he had learnt from past experiences that he should close his eyes at this point, so he did. Frank held onto him, it was reassuring. His lips were warm. He could feel a cut on them, all the creases and bruises still healing.

Frank didn’t think this is at all what would happen when he agreed to go to the lawyers home. The kiss was confusing, concerning for the man. Yet, he held onto Matt, he kissed him back. His thoughts were scattered, why did Matt want this. Some part of him knew it was out of pity, but it didn’t feel condescending. To some extent Frank was surprised when he peeked at Matt between the incident, he almost felt guilty for looking at him in that state, he looks so vulnerable. He let himself enjoy another moment of the gentle touch, he moved his lips against his, feeling the pure affection in the touch. He pulled away first, but kept his hands on the other’s back. Frank looked at him, he could see Matt was turning a little red. Frank leaned close and touched their foreheads.

“Sorry…”Matt started to say, his hands now placed just below Franks shoulders. He kept his eyes shut. He wasn’t sure how to deal with this. He felt himself being lifted up and onto the kitchen top, his arms wrapped around Frank’s neck for support. Their faces still too close. He could feel those lips against his own again, they were warm, more attentive. They turned to gentle pecks, lasting a few seconds each. He let himself enjoy every touch he received, reciprocating. Frank’s hands moving over his back and creasing the sides of his torso. He let himself lose his awareness in the unexpectedly soft kisses. His arms loosely anchored around his neck, he felt the pecks reaching down to his chin and to his jaw. The haziness lifted just a little when he felt Frank’s hands reached the end of his shirt, his fingertips skimming over the skin just above his waist.

Matt retracted his arms just a little and cupped Franks face, his thumbs rubbing over his cheeks. He scanned his face, taking in every curve. So many fresh bruises, his cheek swollen and a cut on his forehead yet he didn’t flinch to the touch. Frank started to undo the buttons on Matt’s shirt, he saw a bruise on the blind man’s collarbone. “What happened?” He demanded, a hint of anger in his voice. The rest of the shirt was unbuttoned, several bruises and ancient scars were revealed. Frank was unsure how someone like the man before him could get into any situation resulting in what he saw.

“You’re not the only one with enemies.” A dry laugh escaped Matt, he didn’t see the point in trying to make things more complicated. He didn’t want to explain himself. He wanted to kiss Frank again, he leaned forward to find his lips and Frank moved his head lower to examine the markings. Matt groaned at the rejection, he could feel Frank’s hand touching all over his torso, tracing the cuts with his thumbs. His shirt was fully removed, Franks’s hand were on his back, it wasn’t out of affection but they were searching, searching for more damage. “Frank…” Matt’s voice was low, a small whisper but it got his attention.

“Hmm…” Frank looked up and noticed Matt’s strained expression. He realised he was prying more than he was welcomed to, that never stopped him before. He stood up and lifted Matt’s legs up “Hold on” Matt locked a hold around his torso and neck, Frank’s arms supported him while being carried to the couch. He sat down, pulling Matt’s head closer but in doing so he was pushed to the side and ended up flat on his back. Matt was sitting on his thighs, he look so restless and needy. It wasn’t something Frank would expect from him. He also wasn’t going to let him do whatever he pleased. So he grabbed Matt by his nape and jerked him back, getting himself up and harshly kissing him. A small hum could be heard as Matt indulged in his hold, he seemed aroused by the sudden change of tone.

Frank pushed him back until he was laying on the couch, holding himself over the man. He placed a hand around his neck, Matt was hot to the touch, his blood was rushing right through. The punisher could kill him right now and no one would ever know. Matt started to question if all of this was a plot to get him murdered, but that wasn’t his method, this isn’t how he would kill, he isn’t an assassin. He was distracted from the thoughts soon enough, a peck and his bottom lip being bitten, another bite on his jaw then his neck. He leaned into it, let Frank do as he pleased. He didn’t have to worry about being killed.

He indulged himself, he pulled at Frank’s shirt motioning him to take it off. Frank obliged and dropped his shirt next to the couch, he leaned his lower half down and enveloped himself around Matt. He placed a hand on Matt’s nape and another cupping his cheek as he kissed him. Matt wanted something more, he held onto Frank’s face as their lips touched. He placed his hand behind his head, pulling him closer and pressing his tongue onto his lips. Frank didn’t move for a second which gave Matt time to take it further, at this point Frank wanted the same.

Their tongues mingled, Frank let him have a moment of control. Matt didn’t wait for him to change his mind, he held Frank close and moved his tongue to explore him. Matt could feel how much the other was enjoying this, he wanted to give him more. Matt moved his hand over Frank’s chest, taking note of all the stitches and bruises. He thought of all his struggles but bought himself back to the moment. He wasn’t in control of those situations now. Frank pushed down and pressed his tongue back. Frank pulled away first, parting from his lips. He stayed steady, staring down at him.

“I meant to buy you dinner first” Matt tried, smiling up at the man. There was a laugh, it was genuine, it was Frank’s. It plucked a string for Matt, he had never witnessed him happy to any extent.

“It’s must’ve been one hell of a dinner if you got me this far.”

“I’d love to cook but its not something I pride myself in.” He leaned up to rest his back on the arm of the couch.

Frank rested his head on Matt’s chest closing his eyes, interlocking their fingers and creasing the back of his palm pressing a kiss on his fingers. “I’ll cook for you” he felt comfortable laying there, at peace regardless of his earlier instincts.

Matt ran his fingers through Franks’s hair, creasing his jaw with his thumb. He pressed a kiss into his hair “I’d like that.”

Author note: Stay tuned for more and here’s some bonus fanart by yours truly.

[silverflameataraxia]

Frank's reactions to Karen being in danger

[chellestrash]

Let me handle it.

Frank Castle x F!Reader

summary: After a long day at work you FINALLY get home and Frank decides to offer some help with redirecting your frustrations. warnings: strong language, explicit language, explicit content, pet names, praises, fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex. word count: 3.8k an: Hey heeey, me again...trying to get out of my writers block LIKE ALWAYS! I stg there isnt a fic on this blog that isn't my attempt to try and get back into writing but anyway. This was just something short and sweet I wanted to get out to hopefully get the gears moving again. Let me know what you think! I know the ending feels a bit rushed but I hope its alright. Reblogs and feedback appreciated as always! Hope you'll enjoy! OH and of course, thank you @chelseasdagger for helping with this one and im tagging @lucy-sky cause she requested that!

You push the front door open and sigh loudly at the sight of your apartment. The 8 hours of work felt particularly long today, and you swear at some points you weren't really sure if 5pm was actually going to come after all. The tiredness fills every inch of your body to the point that some parts actually, physically hurt as you get your coat and boots off before making your way over to the living room.

“There she is.”

Frank sits on the big couch in front of the TV, his ‘work’ clothes still on, so you assume it hasn’t been long since he got back as well. He looks better than you feel, though, one leg on the floor, the other propped up on the small coffee table. The TV remote is still in his hands, but you notice how he turns the screen off the second he notes your presence. 

Looking up at the sound of his voice, you do your best to smile in response, but the content expression fails to reach your eyes, and you turn your gaze back to the wooden floor before answering.

You mumble a quiet greeting under your nose and walk past the couch, past him and into the small now, thank god, dark bedroom. 

Frank frowns, turning his head as he watches you cross the living room and disappear behind the bedroom door. It’s not hard to pick up on the fact that something is clearly off. It’s not like you two cling to each other the second you step through the front door, but he knows something about the way you act today just doesn't feel how it should feel. He grunts, pushing himself up from his spot on the couch, and makes his way over to the bedroom.

Back in the small room, you attempt to get rid of your work clothes as fast as possible, longing for the simple yet unmatched comfort of one of Frank’s basic t shirts. You pick the one laying by the end of the bed, the one you knew he currently slept in, and softly pull the work shirt up and off over your head before ditching your bra too and tossing it off to the side. You can't be bothered to clean it up, not right now, probably not tonight. With the t shirt now on, you sit at the foot of the bed. 

A loud sigh exits your body as you attempt to take your pants off, but for some reason, the task proves harder than it would be on any other day. You fight with the fabric for another moment, frantically waving your legs back and forth with no avail before hiding your face in your hands, ready to dig the nails into your flesh with all the pent-up frustration of the week. 

“You need help with that?”

You drag your fingers down your face and turn to face him.

Frank stands in the doorway, arms crossed in front of his chest as he leans onto the door frame, and you hope he wasn't here long enough to witness your meltdown. 

“I don’t… know.”

You admit, the overwhelming frustration wins over the slight embarrassment of the previous moment. 

Frank nods before pushing himself away from the door frame. He walks over to the bed without a word, and before you can try to explain yourself, you watch him get down on one knee in front of you with a grunt.

“Alright.”

He mumbles softly, fully kneeling in front of you now. Holding your calf softly in one hand, he pulls the fabric of your pants down your leg before switching to the other one. You watch silently as he gets rid of the clothes for you before tossing them off to the side, to be dealt with at some point during the week. 

“That better?”

He asks softly, and you nod, your body relaxing at the sensation of his fingers brushing up and down the back of your calves softly. 

“Work?”

He asks carefully, feeling the need to figure out what was wrong, but not wanting you to have to think about it again.

Closing your eyes, you sigh softly and nod once more, confirming his previous suspicion. 

“Want me to go out there…make sure this shit is sorted?”

The question makes you chuckle, and you breathe out a quiet laugh as your eyes find his again. He never looked away from you. 

“You gonna go beat the shit out of my boss?”

You finally speak up, pushing your fingers through Frank’s short hair, feeling it prickle your skin slightly as you do so. The familiar feeling somehow grounds you in the moment as you feel more present than before. 

Frank scoffs at your words, looking off to the side for a second before turning back to face you. That god-damn cocky smile makes you smile back at him almost instantly. 

“That what you want?”

He moves his hands up, fingers now brushing over your thighs as he pushes forward slightly, you spread your legs open some more to fit his wide frame between them. 

“I mean if you’re offering.”

You joke, and he breathes out through his nose quickly, shaking his head with a semi playful smile.

“Yeah, okay, you got it, kid.”

He mumbles before leaning down to press a kiss onto your thigh. Closing your eyes, you let out a quiet hum, the wet warmth of his lips present on your skin for a long couple of seconds before he finally pulls away. 

“How ‘bout I make you feel good? Hmm? That sounds okay?”

His voice rumbles through your body as he moves closer to you and the bed, gently lifting your one leg up and over his shoulder before he does the same with the other one.

“Fuck.”

You start, already feeling how your body begins to react to him, the warmth between your legs slowly growing more prominent.

“You don't understand how much I’d love that right now, I just…”

He stops, stops immediately and waits to hear you out.

“I’m too fucking tired to move, Frankie.”

“Who says you gotta do anythin’?”

The way he answers makes it feel like the most obvious thing in the universe, like how he doesn't understand how you could've thought of it in any other way than him giving you all he can offer.

“Shit, you think I’m gonna make you ride it or something?”

He looks up at you from where he's kneeling by the bed, eyebrows pulled together in a frown, as if he genuinely can not believe you’d think that.

“Think I’m gonna make you get on your knees? Suck me off and tell you you’re doing a good job, hmm? That what you think?”

You laugh, shaking your head, knowing he would never make a situation like this about himself. Yeah, you two enjoyed it when things got rough during sex, and you enjoyed ordering Frank around just as much as he did with you, but you both also understood the timing and feeling of this situation. You knew not everything always worked the same, and so did Frank. “If you did, you’d get a fucking knee to your stomach, you got that?”

You state and Frank scoffs once again.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to the side of your thigh before helping you slide your legs off his shoulder.

“Alright.”

He starts after pushing himself off the floor.

“Lay down, kid, show me how you want it.”

He gestures to the bed, and you give him a big, bright smile for the first time since getting home from work. Turning your back to him, you climb up to the top of the bed before dropping onto one of the big pillows. With a satisfied groan, you bury your face into the soft fabric and close your eyes for a second before pulling one of your legs up, bending it at the knee. The movement causes the fabric of Frank’s shirt to slowly slide down the slope of your back, exposing both your panties and your ass to the man standing at the foot of the bed.

“Yeah? Like that?"

He asks in that deep, groggy voice, and you nod, rubbing your cheek against the pillow without bothering to open your eyes as you do so.

“Alright.”

He mumbles, and you feel the mattress dip under the weight of his body after a moment. You listen to your body, to its needs and wants, and push your ass out slightly towards him with a quiet, innocent moan.

Frank scoffs loudly, shaking his head as he climbs over you, his arms propped up on either side of your body as he holds himself up above you. 

“Thought you were too tired to pull that shit.”

He points out in a teasing manner, and you crack one eye open slowly, the corner of your mouth pulling up into a playful smile.

“Oh no, I’m never too tired to be a pain in the ass to you.”

You mumble, somewhat to him, somewhat into the fabric of the pillow, before he breathes out a small laugh and leans down to press a kiss right on your shoulder. You watch as the muscles in his arm tense when he's pushing himself up again.

“Yeah, okay, you gonna let me do this or do you want to keep being an ass?”

You grin at the word and glance back at him, but he cuts you off before you manage to say anything.

“Don’t, do not fucking answer that.”

You laugh out loud, but the laughter quickly turns into a deep grunt when Frank pushes his hands against your ass. You feel his fingers digging into your body when he squeezes you tight, and you lift your hips up slightly, pushing into his touch. 

“Yeaaah, s’what I thought, you like that?”

You hum softly and hope it’s enough of an answer as the firm grip on your body disappears for a second, just to come back a moment later. 

“I got you now, kid, s okay."

He grumbles, pushing your legs apart some so he can sit in between them, right behind your ass. Pushing the hem of your shirt up, he gently brushes his fingers over your back. His hands make their way to the sides of your body, fingertips brushing up and down your ribs for a moment, and you let out a loud sigh.

“That’s it, good girl, again.”

You repeat the deep breath in and a calm exhale, allowing him to lead you through this, this one time. Dragging his hands lower and lower down your body, Frank works his fingers over your skin. The firm but gentle sensation of his touch spreads from your back and sides to your ass, then lower onto the back of your thighs and then calves when he reaches his arm behind his back. 

“Mmmm, Frankie”

Your hips push up once again when his thumbs dig into the spot right under your ass, and he breathes out a laugh. 

“Yeah, okay.”

You don’t have to explain it to him, he knows how to read your body. Slowly dragging his thumb over the fabric of your panties, he slips his four other fingers between your legs, cupping your pussy over your underwear. 

You whine quietly, your eyes still closed as he begins to draw small circles against your most sensitive spot, the tension in your body releasing into his touch. 

Humming quietly, you snuggle into the pillow, letting yourself fully relax now as the stress of the day leaves with your satisfied hum.

“Yeah? This what you like? Hmm?”

You push yourself back into his hand, leaning harder into his touch as an answer, and Frank tightens his hold onto you in response. The intensity of the sensation rises as he pushes his fingers harder against you. 

The tired, but honest smile on your face indicates how good of a job he’s doing. Well, that and the way the fabric of your underwear dampens more as the minutes pass by.

“Frank-“

You mumble out quietly, reaching your hand behind your back and hooking your fingers under the hem of your panties.

His touch disappears immediately as he pulls his hands away from your body, letting you dictate exactly what happens. 

He watches you fiddle with the fabric for a moment before you quickly tug it down your thighs and assists once it gets stuck behind your ass.

“Yeah that’s it sweetheart, show me what you want.”

You push your ass up slightly with an inpatient sigh once he slides the fabric down past your ankles and tosses it off to the side.

Once again, his big, warm hands find their way to your back, fingers pressing into your skin as he takes a moment to massage your muscles in your back, and then you feel him push the fabric up higher to tend to your shoulders as well. Feeling the bulge between his legs press into your ass the second he leans down to trace the back of your neck with his lips, you hum satisfied, eyes still closed, lips curled up into a smile. 

“Really, Frankie? That much?”

You tease, and he rolls his eyes at your words, shaking his head with a sly smirk still on. 

“Yeaaah yeah, shut up.”

He starts before leaning back down, his lips right by your ear this time. His hand pushes down between your legs, touching you directly now, and you know he can feel your body’s response to the whole thing.

“Really, kid? This much?” 

You huff out a laugh as a response and reach behind you to wrap your fingers around his wrist and keep his hand in place. 

“Not like it's my fault.”

You mumble quietly and hear Frank’s chuckle from behind you.

“Okay, calm down, just tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“I want to feel good.”

“Yeah?”

You nod.

“Want me to make you feel good, baby?”

Another nod before you feel Frank’s hand push under your body and cup your chest firmly. His thumb brushes over your nipple as his lips brush down your spine, over your back. Feeling your body slow down, you allow yourself to relax properly as the warm, familiar feeling grows stronger between your legs. 

He pushes his hand right there again, touching you right where you long for it the most.

“Mhmmm.”

You hum quietly, as his three fingers push between your folds before he starts tracing circles around your clit. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling, your body finally relaxing after the exhausting day. Maybe in some other circumstances your mind would slip. If you were alone, if you tried to distract yourself on your own, your mind would wander, but not now. Not with Frank right there in the bed with you. He made it…difficult to focus on anything else, knew how to keep your mind occupied, how to prevent your thoughts from wandering where you didn't want them to go. 

His touch strengthens, and you feel your back arching slightly with a quiet moan slipping past your lips.

“Ah-fuck.”

You grunt the moment his fingers slip inside you. 

“Shh shh shh-”

Frank mumbles quietly, pushing them further in with ease thanks to your body’s intense reaction to his generous attempts to help.

“That okay?”

His low, groggy mumbling continues while he pushes his thumb against you, working on your clit as you feel yourself clenching around his thick fingers. Frank grunts loudly, watching your involuntary response to his question.

“Yeaah, s’what I thought.”

“Mmmmm-you’re pushing it.”

You whisper and he scoffs.

“Yeah? Shit, am I- hmm?”

He lowers the tone of his voice to match yours, leaning back down with his lips right by your ear yet again.

“Just tryna make you feel good, baby.”

He reassures you, watching your lips part as you feel the center of his palm push flat against your center, the wet sounds of your body filling the room slowly as he begins to slip his fingers in and out of your body once, twice, and again, again and again.

You hum loudly this time, biting into your lower lip before you angle your lower back up slightly in an attempt to chase the sensation every time he slips his fingers out almost completely. 

“Frank-”

You start, but he cuts you off, pressing his thumb harder against your clit. 

“Mmm, Frank-”

You repeat yourself with a loud moan before your muscles tense up, and you use the built-up force to push your ass back into him when you feel him slip his three fingers out of your pussy again.

“Ah- Fuck!”

He groans at the unexpected feeling, panting loudly when your ass pushes against the bulge in his pants, and you feel his tight grip on your thighs once you push into him again.

“Shit- okay, okay-”

He does his best to focus once again, and you breathe out a laugh, entertained by the slight shift in the dynamic.

“You okay there, Castle?”

You purr, glancing back to watch the way his eyes focus on your ass, feeling his hips buck up into you slightly. 

“Shit-”

Letting go of your thigh, he reaches up, quickly grabbing one of the pillows lying by your head before lifting your hips up a couple inches above the mattress and sliding it right under your body to help with the angle.

“Good?”

He asks, glancing up at you, the big, brown eyes fixed on yours as he awaits your answer for a moment before you nod quickly. 

“Couldn't have done it better myself.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he drags his hand down your back, stopping right above your ass.

“Yeah no shit-”

You roll your eyes at his words and rest your head back on the pillow, closing your eyes one more time. The sound of the metal buckle of his belt travels through your entire body, and you feel a slight tingling sensation between your legs. Pushing them apart softly, you earn yourself another

“Oh, fuck-”

From Frank, as he now gets to properly see the fruit of his labor. You lay in front of him, naked from the waist down, your legs spread open, your pussy wet from how he touched you before. 

“God damn it, kid-.”

He whispers quietly under his breath. 

“You know how perfect you look? Hmm?”

He asks, working his hand under the waistband of his boxers to pull himself out. 

“I ever tell you that?”

“Once or twice.”

You tease, answering the question without opening your eyes, arching your back slightly to make sure he gets a good view. 

“Ffff-”

You glance back this time, the wet sounds convincing you the view would be worth it, and it is. You watch for a moment as he works his hand over the length of his cock, his lips parted as he pants loudly with every other stroke, his fingers wrapped tightly around his length.

Gradually slowing down the movement, Frank holds onto the base of his cock, lining himself up with your exposed center. You hum softly, and your hips rise off of the mattress the moment you feel the head of his cock between your legs.

“Mhmm, just like that.”

You whisper to encourage him, with a slight note of impatience in the tone of your voice. 

“Yeah? So..s that what you want me to do?”

“Frank.”

You warn him, knowing exactly where this is going.

“What if I just-”

He continues.

“Frank, don't you f-”

He cuts you off, pushing his cock in between your folds and your whole body jerks forward at the sudden, unexpected sensation accompanied by a loud moan that slips past your lips.

“Fr- fuck!”

You swear, gripping the bed sheets before pushing your ass back against his cock, feeling it rub over your center, between your folds and nudging at your sensitive clit. 

Frank laughs loudly, louder than he should in your opinion, considering this was his–and his only–fault. 

“Shiiit kid, didn't mean to get you this bad.”

He attempts to calm your body, his big hand resting on your lower back as he continues to slide his cock in between your folds, teasing your entrance and clit with every single one of your now sped up breaths. 

“Frank, this- isn't helping.”

You whine out, listening to your body, desperate to feel him inside now.

“Give- shit, give me a second here, kid, this-”

He pants louder now, his other hand on your ass, spreading you open for a better view. 

“I swear to god if you come before I get to feel you, I’m sleeping alone.”

He scoffs loudly, hanging his head low as he stops touching himself. 

“That a threat?”

He questions your intentions with that sly smirk on his face, and you prop your chest up slightly.

“Wanna find out?”

You glance back, eyebrow raised.

“Nah, won't risk it.”

He states quietly, his chest rising and falling quickly, his cock hard between your legs. 

“You scared of me, Castle?”

You mumble the question out as you lay back down on the big pillow, feeling the head of his cock right at your entrance now. 

“Yeah, actually, how did you know?”

“Luck guess.”

“Yeah?”

He continues the conversation, pushing his cock inside you slowly. You let your lips part, fall open as you feel him deeper and deeper inside you. You can feel the way it stretches you open, a familiar feeling you got used to since being with Frank. 

“That good? Hmm?”

He asks quietly, leaning slowly over your body as he thrusts into you.

“Mhmmm.”

You hum out a confirmation as the movements continue, you feel your body rocking back and forth with his body, with the bed. 

“Good, wouldn't wanna be on your bad side.”

The thrusts grow stronger as he reaches up to hold onto the headboard, grunting loudly as you clench around him. 

With his cock buried deep inside you, you manage another response.

“Keep doing what you're doing, and you'll be safe.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The trusting continues for a while after, as he tries to do his best to keep it together long enough for you to feel satisfied. His other hand wraps around your throat at some point, and he lifts your head up slightly. Your breathing speeds up, and you pant loudly through your parted lips as you feel yourself getting closer to the climax.

"Attagirl, you feel it?"

He asked, no cockiness in his voice this time. It's an honest question, he sounded almost concerned.

"Mhm."

Your quiet hum has to work as an answer for now as you grip the bed sheets tighter, feeling his cock nude the underside of your stomach from within you.

"God damn it, kid-"

He mumbles into your shoulder, lips brushing over your skin when he feels your walls clenching around him harder now.

"Frank-"

"Shh shh shh, I got it."

He reassures you, resting your head back onto the mattress before reaching down between your legs.

"You just relax, kid, let me do this for you."

[lokidjarin-7567]

Day 14: Threesome

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock x You

Contents: fem!reader x Frank Castle (The Punisher x Matt Murdock , FMM threesome

W/C: 2.4k

So… it’s been a while. I’ve been super busy and I’ve had awful writers block I’m sorry guys, but istg I will get this Kinktober done if it’s the last thing I do. But I made this one nice and long and slutty to make up for it!! I love Frank and Matt and hopefully yall do too <3

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“Fuck.. Frank,” you whined, eyes rolling back into your head with how far inside he was hitting you, how thick he felt.

“What is it, baby, you want me to go harder?” You whimpered in response, desperate for more but not even being able to speak, already winded from his relentless pace. “Go on, baby, let him hear you.” It dawned on you then - he could hear you. Your bedroom was adjoining the guest room where Matt was sleeping, and with his sense, there was no doubt that he could hear everything…

Oh God, he could hear everything…

You did your very best to keep quiet, even as he rubbed you clit, and somehow pressed himself further into you. You even tried to hold you breath, your pants, but even if you somehow managed that, he would still hear your heartbeat, or the filthy noises Frank was making every time his body met yours.

“Let him hear you.” He repeated, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “You hear that, Red.” He spoke with a challenging tone, quiet, sure, but loud enough for Matt to hear, and the thought made you shudder, pussy fluttering around him. “I know you want her too, don’t you? It’s pretty damn obvious…” It was a taunt, blatant and outright, one that you were sure Matt wouldn’t respond to. But then you heard movement in the room next to you. Frank’s finger moved to your lips, sealing them shut with one thick fidget across your cupids bow. He burrowed himself into you, pressing deep and holding himself inside, letting you whine between closed lips. Matt’s footsteps were audible in the next room, even over the blood rushing in your head. He was pacing back and forth. Deliberating. Frank’s finger then left your mouth, trailing down your body to your clit and pressing small circles around it as his cock still filled you. You whimpered, legs shaking as he continued to keep you close to your edge.

“Reddd,” he cooed, desperately trying to goad him with that stupid nickname, “she’s close…”

Surely he wouldn’t actually join you. Of course, Frank wasn’t exactly wrong. You’d noticed the way his head cocked when you spoke, the way he stood close to you when you were working together, as though guarding you. The way he seemed almost dejected when Frank kissed you, or put his arm around you in protection.

You had noticed it most obviously today. You and Frank had finally found the ring of traffickers you had been tracing for weeks, and of course, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen wasn’t far behind. It had been happening more frequently - running into each other out in the city - and the first few times, Matt and Frank had tried to out-testosterone each other, as though claiming their territory. It took a while, but eventually, you had helped them see how much better they worked together.

And today was no different. It was a matter of minutes until they were all incapacitated and the police were called, and not the corrupt ones, as Matt assured you consistently. Frank was more of a take-justice-into-your-own-hands kind of vigilante, which you didn’t mind. For the most part, you even agreed with him. ‘Dead men don’t rape’ had been your mantra since you were thirteen. But it was refreshing not always having to spill blood. Well, not as much as usual anyway.

The problem was, Matt had been badly hurt. You hadn’t even noticed until he collapsed onto the tarmac, blood gushing from his side, and a nasty welt blooming on his cheek. You were panicking quickly. He usually didn't show when he got hurt. You’d seen his entire back sliced open and he still managed to fight, but now, he could barely walk, and there was no chance he was making it all the way to his home. You begged Frank to let you bring him to your apartment and patch him up. Matt argued weakly, barely able to form coherent sentences, but Frank quickly caught on to your distress, telling him to stop moaning and that it this happening whether he liked it or not.

The three of you managed to stumble home, practically carrying Matt up the stairs to your lousy place. You settled him on the couch before grabbing the first-aid kit you had made up as soon as you and Frank had started this vigilante… thing - you weren’t even sure what to call it really.

“Sorry…” you muttered quietly, as you tried to ascertain where the blood was coming from. He winced as your fingers grazed over his side. “I can’t see where this…” You were quiet, mumbling as you tried to cover up your awkwardness. You needed to take his suit off, but even if he was bleeding, you didn’t quite feel comfortable just undressing him.

“Let me have a look.” Frank said, placing three glances of whiskey on the table. Matt had gotten your subtle hint and started to unstrap his body armour as Frank settled next to him. It turned out to be a stab wound, along with a nasty gash that stretched down his side, shallower than it initially looked though.

“This is gonna hurt, Red..” he muttered, grabbing the antiseptic and bandages. You sat of the edge of the coffee table, grabbing a wipe to clean the small wound on his face, hoping to provide distraction. As soon as Frank started, he hissed in pain, hand shooting out to your thigh and grabbing hard. You had tried your best not to noticed, but you couldn’t help but glanced down at his bare torso as you continued to carefully blot at the cut on his cheek, watching the way his muscles flexed in pain, and the rise and fall of his chest with each steading breath he took. You blushed lightly as you continued to work, but you could feel Frank glancing at you.

He wasn’t insecure in the slightest. And your relationship was very much an open one - with your histories and professions, it would be stupid not to be. But he had never seen it in real life: the look you usually gave him being aimed towards somebody else.

And now you were here, under his strong body, trying not to climax too early and listening intently for the slightest hint that Matt was going to respond to his taunt.

And then he did. You could hear footsteps quickening, then pausing right outside the door, a soft curse muttered under his breath. You whimpered in disappointment, frustration building as Frank fucked into you hard and his fingers moved faster against your aching core.

“Fuck, Matt, are you coming in or not?” You whined it quietly, cautiously. Just loud enough that he could hear, but just quiet enough that you all had plausible deniability if he changed his mind. Luckily for you, he hadn’t.

The door flew open and he strode to you urgently, pressing his lips against yours with fervor. The first taste of him was overwhelming—something you'd wanted for so long, finally happening, and it was better than you could have hoped. You could only imagine how he felt in that moment, his groan of relief and passion falling into your mouth. Your hand flew to his hair, fingertips running through the soft locks. His hand cupped your chin then traced lower, forming a delicate cage around your neck, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against the sensitive skin there. You whined against his lips, your hips bucking into Frank uncontrollably. He had been watching the two of you with a dark look on his face, buried to the hilt inside you. It suited him. He was possessive but not jealous, protective but not obsessive—a perfect middle ground that he thrived in.

His thrusts deepened, and you let out a yelp at the sudden increase of pressure. Matt smiled. His fingers moved from your neck, trailing down your collarbone and lower until he was circling your nipple. He barely touched you, light as air, yet the sensation was dizzying. He started to increase the pressure until he was ready, and then he pinched, just hard enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your head. Paired with the way Frank was fucking you, his thumb still circling your clit, it wasn't long before you were coming undone. White hot pleasure overwhelmed your senses, muscles locking and shaking under their expert touches. You tried to moan, the guttural sound escaping you, but Matt’s mouth swallowed it.

“That’s it baby…” Frank crooned, still fucking you through it. “Atta girl.”

It was a while before you could breath again, body still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you barely had time to recover before you were being moved. You just about registered when your body hit Frank’s solid form, his arms wrapping around you as he tried to manhandle you into position, whispering sweet instructions in your ear.

“You’ve got another round in you, don’t you gorgeous? That’s it, good girl, on your hands and knees for us… give Red a chance to feel that pretty pussy of yours.” You were exhausted, totally fucked out, but when you felt Matt’s hands slide up the back of your thighs, onto your back and hips, as though trying to commit the very shape of you to his memory, you could feel yourself getting wet again. You nodded, smiling up at Frank through half lidded eyes and settling into position, arching your back for the gorgeous man behind you. You glanced back to see him, now stripped naked, his arms flexing as he gripped your hips tight, a low groan escaping his lips. A hand fell to your chin, pulling your attention back to the man in front of you, thumb smearing across your lips then into your mouth. Reminding you who you belonged to. After all the flirting, the teasing, the fucking… you were his. However non-committal you were, however far away you were, whoever you were with, deep down you knew, you would always fall back into his arms.

A knowing smile flashed across his face. He knew it. As you knelt there, his thumb in your hot mouth, your back arched for another man but your eyes on him, he knew he had you.

And that was why he let Matt sink into you. You moaned around Frank’s thumb as he slowly pressed himself deep, feeling every inch of him as he controlled the pace with his fingers biting into your hips. You tried to buck backwards, to make him speed up, to just fuck you already, but he wouldn't let you, his strength keeping you exactly where he wanted you. When his hips finally met your ass, he let out a low growl, pressing his body to the back of yours, and Frank finally freed your mouth, allowing Matt to gather your hair in his hand and twist your head back to kiss you hungrily. His lips left yours, and you whined, but then the hand in your hair started guiding you down towards Frank’s waiting cock, thick and hard and leaking precum and you realised it had been his hand all along. Frank’s. You shouldn't be surprised. You knew he was always in control, and sex was no different.

As your ready mouth sank down onto his erection, he wasted no time bottoming out, pressing into your throat and letting you gag around him just as Matt started to move, dragging out of you with aching patience, then rutting back in. It only took a few thrusts before he was losing control, and his pace quickened, whines and pants and curses falling from his lips as his hips slapped against you. When Frank finally pulled you off him, you were gasping, but he didn't let you have much of a breather, just enough to ease the burning in your lungs a tiny bit. Tears were pricking in your eyes, but he soothed you with praises and pet names, and you knew you could take it. You would take anything he gave you. He pulled you off again, but this time, not enough to take even a full breath before he pressed himself completely into your throat. You had never taken so much before, nose pressing against the very base of him, and you could taste yourself on him, a realisation that made your cunt flutter around Matt, earning a groan. You swallowed around him, eager to please, and it was enough. He stuttered your name, pressing you just a touch deeper, before he came down your throat, and you swallowed quickly, not wanting to waste a single drop.

He finally released you when he was completely spent, letting your head fall to the bed as you desperately caught your breath. You couldn't relax for long though, as Frank scooped you up once more, shuffling forward as your body was flush with his, head lulling over his shoulder. This position meant Matt was fucking up into you, hitting a spot that made you whimper in pure ecstasy, so good you could do nothing but dig your nails into Frank’s back. He growled, hand trailing down your body to find your clit and gently circle, pressure so light you shouldn’t have felt a thing, but you were already so overstimulated, so pent up, and with the way Matt was reaching that perfect place, you were so close.

“There you go pretty girl… that's it baby come on his cock for me…” Frank’s words were the last thing you needed to push you over the edge and you cried out, pleasure so good it was almost painful, whole body squirming in his arms. Matt’s hips stuttered, and he bit down onto your shoulder to suppress his moan as he came inside you, hands still firmly gripping your hips and grinding into you.

Your mind was hazy when you were finally finished, completely melted in Frank’s arms, Matt’s cock still inside you.

“This isn't going to become a habit now, pretty boy. Don't get it twisted. It was only because you got stabbed.” Matt just chuckled, his body collapsing into yours and you felt his cheek against your shoulder, hot breath fanning across your upper arm.

“It was worth it.”

[jaggedamethyst]

unfortunately not a day goes by where i’m not thinking of karen page and frank castle and the way the shows absolutely wasted their potential together. i love seeing two crash outs realize they were entirely valid together…but that’s just me unfortunately…

shout out the two kastle fans out there.

[matt-murdock-fan-girl]

Matt: Why did you give Karen a knife?!

Frank: She said she was feeling unsafe.

Matt: But now I feel unsafe.

Frank: ...

Frank: Would you like a knife?

[chvoswxtch]

on the twelfth day of slutmas, court gave to me...

sensory deprivation & double penetration with matt murdock & frank castle

The blindfolds had been Matt’s idea. He wanted to deprive you and Frank of your sight, leveling the playing field, but also to enhance your other senses, to make everything feel more intense. And it definitely felt more intense.

If you focused, you’d be able to tell who was who. You’d be able to identify whose chest you were touching as your fingertips brushed over familiar scars you’d traced a hundred times before. You’d be able to tell who was panting in your ear. You’d know whose callused hands were grasping at your hips and thighs, and pawing at your breasts, digging their blunt nails into your skin to leave evidence of this moment behind.

You’d be able to decipher whose cock was nestled deep inside your cunt and whose was stretching out your ass.

But you couldn’t focus. The sensation of being so…full, was almost overwhelming. Right now you couldn’t tell whose lips were greedily devouring yours and whose were decorating your neck in marks. You didn’t know which one of them was fucking up into you and which one was fucking you from behind. Their moans and grunts couldn’t be deciphered with your own heartbeat pounding in your ears and your moans echoing around Matt’s bedroom. 

You didn’t know who was who and you didn’t care, because they were both yours.

Your fingers blindly searched for one of them, but they both found you. The three of you were so intertwined, it was hard to tell where one of you ended and the other began. You could faintly hear an exchange of a messy top lip kiss happening to your right, and you turned your head with a soft whine, wanting to be included, and then all three of your tongues were tangled together in a sensual embrace.

All you could focus on was the warm weight of being nestled between two firm bodies that belonged to the two men you loved more than anything in this world, the two men that would wage war on heaven and hell for you. The two pairs of strong hands that could end a life in seconds were caressing you in nothing but awe and adoration. The pleasure was so intense it nearly knocked the breath out of your lungs. You could barely even move to participate. Matt and Frank worked together in tandem to support your boneless body while fucking you senseless.

They both murmured sweet nothings into your ear, but it sounded miles away in your fuzzy brain, and muffled like your head was deep underwater.

Attagirl, just let us make ya feel good.

That’s it, being such a good girl taking us both like this.

Feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart.

You gonna come for us, angel?

You could barely even speak. All you could offer was incoherent moans and whimpers. It felt like you were floating outside of your own body, shrouded in darkness, suspended in pleasure that you never wanted to end. This was where you wanted to be, always.

Safe and sound right here in between the two men this city feared the most.

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