#pin me against a wall

[sugarhigh1]

Tell me to watch my tone as you shove me against the nearest wall and pin my hands above my head , watch me squirm for you as you put your hand between my thighs

[draculasfavoritewife]

Cold

Summary: Showers with the Punisher are always an experience.

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader

Warnings: A slight hint of "accidental" temperature play, lots and lots of touching. Authoritative! Frank.

If you had told me a mere year ago that I would be here, utterly head-over-heels obsessed with this man, I would have said you were crazy, but there is just something so irresistible about him. I've watched and rewatched S2 of Daredevil and both seasons of Punisher through SEVERAL times and still just can't get enough of Frank ❤️ I really love writing him in small, intimate scenes, so enjoy a little shower piece!

"Frank?"

Nothing.

He's pressing into your body with what feels like his full impressive weight, warm and solid and heavy, strong arms trapping you close to him.

"Frank."

Still no reaction.

His face is cradled softly in the space between your jaw and shoulder, lips warm against your neck, hot breath clouding in the damp air and drifting down your chest, sending water droplets rolling between your breasts.

"Frankie?" you try, and at least you know he's not asleep on his feet by the way he grunts into your collarbone and shifts his hips to bring you even closer to him. His fingertips squeeze into the softness of your flesh, making you lose your tongue for a blissful moment.

He obviously has no plans to move anytime soon.

"Francis David Castle."

That finally gets under his skin, his eyes flickering open so you feel his lashes brushing your jawline.

"Dammit, baby girl, don't pull that shit on me in the shower. Ruins the mood."

"Well I had to do something to get your attention, Frank. The hot water's running out, and I'm getting cold."

He mutters a string of curses under his breath about the quality of your apartment's amenities. "Fine. I'll fix that."

The next thing you know, he's grabbed you and flipped the both of you, so the front of your body is now crushed against the shower wall, Frank looming against your back, his large hands stroking up and down your arms, massive thighs pinning your legs in place as he takes the brunt of the rapidly chilling water for you.

You, however, can't stifle the sharp gasp that abruptly pulls the air from your lungs, and Frank feels the shiver rippling through you.

"What is it, Sweetheart?"

"The tile is ALSO cold, Frank!"

Your skin is quickly turning textured with the new harsh chill you can't even escape from; he's a 6'2", 200-something-pound ex-marine after all, and even if you struggled you very likely wouldn't win.

"Christ, nothing good enough for ya, huh?" Despite his disapproving words, his tone is unexpectedly light, and he deftly slips a hand in between your body and the shower wall to grasp your jaw and turn your face just enough to kiss you on the lips.

"Guess I gotta find a different way to warm up my whiny girl, then. And to think, I was gonna be gentle with you tonight."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" You can't keep the intense curiosity from bleeding into your voice as he finally releases the pressure keeping you held in place and turns off the now-chilled water.

"Means I'm gonna run you so ragged that in a bit you'll be glad the shower's gone cold, baby girl." His voice has dropped to that ominous growl as he steps out and chivalrously hands you a towel.

"Get yourself dry. And don't take too long about it, yeah? You got me riled up now, and I've gone too long without you under me to be teased anymore."

[cherrywineandroses]

[gothidecorem]

Val Kilmer in The Postman Always Rings Twice

Y’all imma need a minute 🥴

[dinkybutkinky]

And tell me I’m a good girl 😍

[nofingjustaninchident]

how can someone like this be canonically ugly? i want him to *** ** ******* * **** *** **** *** ****** *** ** ** ***** * **** ***** *******

[madame-lunar]

Yes

[hcneyflower]

67 days, 21 hours, and 59 minutes without anyone touching me… ugh, how much longer do I have to wait before I get what I want? 🙄

[emmavakarian-theirin]

ah yes i do love these bad ideas

[jybyls]

Sorry, I even existed, ma'am 🫠

[wonderbias]

[julls]

so i'm playing Dragon Age Veilguard right now and ho boy i'm in danger

[enhaflixer]

lhs - under the covers. TEASER

AN E2L UNDERCOVER COPS FAKE MARRIAGE AU | SMUT-HEAVY TEASER

"If this is fake, then why are you begging?"

summary: you’ve never liked lee heeseung. he’s cold, unreadable, and way too good at his job—so of course, the captain decides to partner you with him for an undercover op that requires you to be married.

the rules are simple: go undercover. pretend to be in love. don’t actually fall for him.

except now he’s pinning you against a wall, calling you ‘sweetheart’ in that low, amused drawl, and touching you like he means it.

…so, yeah. this might be a problem.

genre: slow burn | enemies to lovers | undercover cops | fake marriage | SUGGESTIVE CONTENT word count: ~around 20K release date: TBA ⚠️ warnings 18+ MDNI: guns, violence, smut, tension, heeseung being annoyingly attractive while pretending not to care, reader being an absolute menace back, dangerous men doing dangerous thingshate sex but it turns into something desperate & messy, heeseung has a gun AND a filthy mouth (both are dangerous), "you need to stay quiet" but he makes it impossible, heeseung likes pushing you against walls (sometimes to protect you, sometimes not), explicit descriptions of tension: prolonged eye contact, teasing touches, and not-so-fake kisses that turn heated way too fast, sex as a distraction? sex as an argument? sex as a mistake? sex as an act? all of the above., one bed trope but make it fully unhinged (heeseung smirking when you wake up wrapped around him), heeseung is smug, teasing, and cocky in the streets but a menace in the sheets, "you said this was just for the mission. so why do you keep touching me when no one’s looking?", breathplay, lets keep it rough, ppl like it that way

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This was supposed to be just another mission.

A simple cover-up. Blend in. Get close. Play the part.

Which is why you’re currently pinned against the wall of a dimly lit hotel room, Lee Heeseung’s hand wrapped tight around your throat.

His body is pressed against yours, his breath warm against your cheek, his voice lower than you’ve ever heard it.

"Stay still," he murmurs. Like he actually expects you to listen.

Your heartbeat is pounding, your breath coming out in short, sharp exhales. You hate him. You hate the way he’s looking at you, like he’s studying you, calculating, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

But then his fingers curl—slow, deliberate—and your body betrays you.

You choke back a gasp, your fingers digging into his shirt, and Heeseung—the smug bastard—smirks.

"Thought so," he mutters.

You should stop this. This is just an act.

Except you don’t stop him.

Not when his grip tightens around your throat. Not when he rocks his hips forward, just to hear your breath hitch. Not when he murmurs, "You were running your mouth all night. Where’d all that attitude go, Doll?"

Your nails dig into his wrist. "Fuck you."

"You first."

And then he kisses you.

It’s not gentle. It’s not careful. It’s months of built-up tension, every sharp word and heated stare and unsaid thought spilling out all at once.

Heeseung kisses you like he wants to break you. Like he wants you to feel him everywhere.

Like he’s been waiting for this.

Your back hits the wall harder as his grip on your throat tightens, fingers flexing like he owns you. His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them wider.

"You’re supposed to be my wife." His voice is mocking, teasing. Mean.

Your breath is shaky. "And you’re supposed to be pretending."

His smirk fades.

"You think I’m pretending?"

Your stomach twists.

Because this isn’t pretend anymore.

The way his hands grip your waist, pushing up your dress. The way his breath hitches when your nails rake down his back. The way his mouth trails down your throat, hot and desperate.

Heeseung isn’t faking this.

And neither are you.

But neither of you stop.

Not when he hoists you up against the wall, one arm under your thighs. Not when his voice turns hoarse, needy, against your skin. Not when you whisper, "You hate me," and he exhales a low, broken,

"Not tonight."

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[eepy-bells]

I closed my eyes and suddenly this appeared

[kaeya-senpai]

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