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hello lovely I hope you’re doing well <3

I’m just over here, hurting my own feelings, thinking about neighbor!frank + punisher!frank who comes home from a mission and he’s so drained and he walks by your apartment and hears a lot of laughing and talking and music going and he loves that you have that but it also reaffirms how he feels about himself, how he doesn’t deserve you and how he doesn’t want to taint you. And when the door opens because one of your guests leave, he sees you hug them goodbye and you look so beautiful and perfect in your dress, and even though you’re right there he can’t help but feel so far away from you

Ughhh neighbor!Frank always gets me feeling so angsty lol

(Also can I be 🧸 anon if it’s not already claimed? :))

oommmmgggg my heart!!!

A Smudge

Neighbor!Frank angst blurb

It had been a bad night. Frank had been having more of those lately-- somehow digging himself deeper into everything instead of climbing out, always claiming this hit to be his last but it never was. Between the bullet graze on his left shoulder, the gash to his cheek and the kick to his ribs, he was barely on two feet as he made his way back to his apartment.

While the apartment itself was sparse and empty -- even cold and sad by most standards -- Frank craved the four walls that allowed him proximity to you. After nights like tonight he'd lay back in his bed with a groan and shut his eyes -- just listening to the soft shuffle of your movements next door -- imagining what you were doing on the other side of the thin wall. He'd hear the tap run and know you were doing dishes. He'd hear a scratch against the floorboard and know you were dragging a chair to reach a mug. He'd hear the murmur of the TV and know you had the soft pink throw blanket wrapped around you, the one he'd seen draped across the sofa and allowed himself to hold between his fingers for one moment.

And in these moments he allowed himself to imagine that he was domestic alongside you. That he wasn't a wild animal, maiming and killing with untamable rage. That he hadn't lost his capacity for quiet softness. That there was some glimmer of hopeful humanity still in him and that he was worthy of your company and somehow, even worthy of your love. Like meditation, he'd lay with his eyes lightly closed and imagine that impossible future until he was tugged to reality again by a ragged breath out of a punctured lung or the radiating pain of a gashed eye.

Except lately he'd begun to feel that tug of hopefulness beyond his private meditation-- in quiet moments with you when something-- some undefinable thing -- felt possible. When you brought him leftovers that resembled a week's worth of prepared meals. When you'd knocked quietly on his door during a blackout and asked for his company. When he'd overheard you defend him to a nosy neighbor who claimed he was frightening and dangerous.

"You don't know Frank like I do then. He's not like that at all. He's kind," you'd said with conviction.

The hope scared the shit out of him but he couldn't dampen that speck of light that wasn't there six months ago, before you'd moved in. And every night he was holding a gun in some fucker's face he felt little less like he was righting wrongs and a little closer to some semblance of acceptance of an unjust world, one that didn't make a monster out of him.

So he trudged up the familiar steps and already began gingerly peeling his coat off his aching shoulder, the comfort of his bed and your proximity on his mind. As he approached the third floor he heard the din of voices and laughter and the faint sound of muffled Christmas music. He paused on the steps, eyes focused on a smudge on the dingy grey carpet as he focused his hearing on your unit. Sure enough, your laughter floated down the hall and your worlds were painted in stark contrast. Your joy and light and warmth to Frank's pain and suffering and violence.

He finished the remaining steps towards the floor and as he walked past your door it flung open. For one hopeful, silly, embarrassing moment, Frank hoped you'd come barreling out the door and crashing into his arms, tugging him into the apartment and making him feel human again with love and games and music. But instead he was offered a glimpse into a world that felt one million years and 10,000 feet away. One where you were throwing your head back in a fit of laughter-- the soft column of your neck exposed and your dainty earring dangling along it. Your deep burgundy dress brought out the alcohol-flushed color in your cheeks. You were beautiful and barefoot and joyful and other-wordly.

And Frank was a smudge. A shadow in the hallway. And that unrelenting glimmer of hope inside him extinguished, casting him in darkness again.

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i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

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Maria kissing Frank’s nose

1x02 // 1x12

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soft doms that whisper in your ear how pretty you are and how good you’re doing for them while manhandling you and pounding into you…..😵‍💫

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tummy tuesday. [requested by anon]

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Position where Frank has readers legs all the way up against her chest while they’re doing it…

Sorry that was so depraved 💀

No it was brave of you to say this because yes.

Especially if you had been antsy or pent up or on edge, Frank would go harder on you because he knew you needed it worked out of you. Not just the orgasm but the physical excursion too. It was almost like release in that way -- to break you down a bit.

And on those days he'd go deep. Not rough or degrading but still firm and demanding -- insisting "You can take it sweetheart. Breathe deep. Attagirl," when you whined at him as if it was too much. He knew your limits and when to push them just a touch.

You'd be pressed so firmly against the bed as your legs squeezed the air from your lungs, whining out Frank's name in a way that suggested he should let up but you didn't actually want that. You wanted to be pushed. You wanted to be told to take more.

"Not yet sweetheart,' he'd huff as his tip was hitting your cervix, "Ain't finished yet," as he increased his pace. You whine more, his attention scratching the itch you had all day and when he says "That's a pretty girl takin' me so good. Fuck you're tight like this" you cum hard, a sob choking out as you tremble under the weight of him, your walls squeezing his length as you shake.

He doesn't pull out completely but he eases up, freeing your legs as they tremble and he puts a soft hand on your knee. "That's it, let it out doll. It's alright," he coos to assure you, his plan having the intended effect.

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frank with a reader who likes to watch him inside her during sex? always propping themselves up on their elbows during missionary, looking down while riding him, or looking back during doggy. the idea of recording came up once but he denied (for her “safety”)

oh llooorrrddddd!!! Frank would lose his shit at this. The first time it happened he'd literally cum instantly because he was so turned on at how feral you seemed, so eager to see it. Imagine him just pumping his hips and he catches you craning your neck to see it and he'd lose his rhythm instantly and mutter "ah fuck, shit sweetheart" just at the sight of you.

And the whole thing would make him more vocal in general. He'd be about to enter you and you'd be on your elbows watching him go in and he'd murmur "Attagirl. See the way you hug me so fuckin' tight? Christ sweetheart." Or you're riding him as he's on the couch and he helps you lean back just a bit in his lap, holding you so you don't topple backwards but so you can still see the way he fills you up like "Fuckin' love the way you watch me inside you like that doll. Feels good like that doesn't it?"

And thinking of that mirror prompt, Frank would be so determined to help you get a look that he'd be on his back on the bed with a full length mirror in front of it, you in a semi-reverse cowgirl but you're leaning backwards towards his chest just to see the whole length of him entering and exiting you. He'd have his hands on your hips, doing all the heavy lifting so you only needed to lean back with your hands on his chest as you got to watch.

Is it hot in here?!?!

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reader who gets wine drunk sometimes at franks apartment or their shared apartment and starts losing her clothes idk why i do that a lot with my husband i’ll be walking around in my bra and panties and sometimes even topless and im just trying to imagine how frankie would react 😙 (never thought i would be writing this on here feels weird)

Ok this is so cute because I really enjoy thinking of a semi-drunk reader, stripped down to panties and no bra and a completely sober Frank just happy as a damn clam, being soooooooo handsy. Even if he had no intent to take it further (let's be real, you're always gonna end up in the bed anyway), he'd be cupping and squeezing your tits even as you sat on the couch and scrolled on your phone. He'd think it was some kind of hack he discovered, offering you a glass of wine with dinner and enjoying the perks of your lowered inhibitions.

He's fully clothed, manspreading on the couch and you're prancing around the apartment listening to music, chatting about something, your cheeks all flushed from the wine and his eyes are just happily following you around the room and he's hanging on your every word, giving you encouragement like "that right sweetheart? tell me more 'bout that" as you sit on his lap to explain some random topic and his hands roam all over your body as he humors you.

I think he'd especially like when the buzz starts to diminish and you get a little sleepy. He'd tuck you up against his chest, your adorable ass sticking out so he could pat it occasionally while he makes lazy circles on your back and enjoys the warm press of you all over him. You'd start to get a little whiney, looking up at him with your makeup a little smudged and he'd just kiss your nose and pivot you slightly, slipping his hand in your panties and running his fingers through your wetness.

"Sssh sshh, relax. I'mma make it better sweetheart," he'd murmur as he worked you in his arms.

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ok yes i'll take a thousand of these.

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how would frank react if his girl woke him up in the middle of the night cause she was horny?

He'd say aye aye captain and get to wooorrrkkk.

Frank Fucks You Back to Sleep

You were ovulating and your tits were so sensitive and you were ssooooo horny and just the brush of your pajama top against your breasts was waking you up to the point of being miserable. You whine and drape your body over his, still half asleep as you whimpered for him.

He's got his hands cradling your face in a moment, squinting as he's adjusting to the light and pushing your hair out of your face. He puts his hand on your forehead, thinking maybe you were burning up but he quickly realizes how you're feeling with the way you're straddling his thigh, nearly making a mess on it.

"Fuck sweetheart," he'd mumble as he adjusts you in the bed, pivoting you beside him and onto your side, "I got you doll alright? You need me inside you?"

You're in a sleepy stupor but you know enough to whine and nod, letting him tug your pajamas shorts off and drape your leg over his hip behind you. The position allows the cool air of the room to hit your click core and you jolt at the feeling, reaching back for him with urgency, pawing at his hip.

You can barely see in the dark room but you feel him, the thick head of his cock pressing against your aching slit as he says "Deep breath in doll," as he presses it into your warm heat.

The sensation is like an exhale -- a deep and relaxing relief, making your body go lax and your eyes roll back. You feel him press deeper until he's seated to the hilt, saying "attagirl, relax. Feels better, yeah doll?"

You nod and arch your back slightly, sticking your ass out to take just another inch of him. He puts a hand on your bare hip and tugs you flush to him before he starts pumping. His thrusts are slow and measured, like he's rocking you to sleep. And he is -- his movement intentional and calm, just slow and deep pumps until he feels you grow slicker and your walls tighten.

With your thigh on his hip he's got easy access to your swollen clit. He reaches around you gingerly to slide his fingers through your folds and then make tight circles on your clit. Still he's slow, nearly half asleep himself, but he knows you're near your release-- nearly coating his cock in wetness and feeling your walls flutter around him.

"Let go babydoll, cum on my cock sweetheart," he grumbles into the dark room-- not a command but permission. With another small circle on your clit you do, whimpering as you jerk into the fetal position, Frank still buried deep in you. Frank quickly follows, releasing into you as if he'd be waiting until the moment you were taken care of.

He makes a few more lazy pumps before tugging you back flush to him, muttering, "back to sleep now doll," and staying inside you til morning.

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Fictober Day 24 & 26: Against A Wall/Exhibitionism

Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Against A Wall/Exhibitionism(✨)

Summary: You and Matt can't wait to have each other.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), dom!Matt, public sex, slight exhibitionism (the window is open, and someone’s behind the door, but no one actively watches; it’s mentioned to be a turn-on though), wall sex, established relationship, use of "good girl", unprotected p in v, no foreplay, not proofread

Word Count: 1.5k

A/n: This was originally going to be two separate fics, but I decided to put them together because it works best like this. I didn't want to duplicate the plot, so I just merged them.

Read Me On AO3! (Coming soon)

The bar is bustling around you, but he is the only thing you can focus on. 

His tight jaw, the beard that used to be only a stubble a mere week ago, those hazel eyes hiding behind his red glasses that reflect the neon lights of the many signs Josie has hanging around the place—he looks sinful like this, and you want nothing more than to get on your knees and suck the life out of his cock. 

The condensation from his beer bottle trickles down the back of his hand. Your pussy has memorized the feeling of those thick fingers inside you, your neck yearning to feel them wrapped around your pulse point until you forget how to breathe.

He’s been wound up for weeks. It is rather selfish of you to think that it’s hot when he’s like this, but you can’t help it; this man does unspeakable things to you even when he’s not touching you. 

They won their case today—he and Foggy. He should be enthusiastic, but the tension in his shoulders has yet to fade. He would have said no to his best friend’s offer to get drinks, too, if you hadn’t said yes before he could form a coherent thought. 

He needs you. And you need him, too. He can smell the slick soaking through your lace panties. He can hear your walls clench around nothing as you cross your legs for some friction, and your heart starts to beat faster every time you look at him. 

He knows you are praying to a God you don’t believe in, praying for his hands on you, praying that he will fuck you hard and fast and soon because if he doesn’t, you will lose your mind. 

The glass almost shatters against the table when he sets it down more forcefully than intended. “I, uh, have to use the bathroom,” he says. 

You look up at him. He tilts his head in your direction. As he gets up, his hand brushes over your thigh. It is only a breath, but the contact shoots straight to your weeping core.

Oh. 

Oh.

“Excuse me,” and with his cane clutched tightly, he makes his way through the crowd. 

You empty your glass in one big gulp, giving your friends a strained smile. “I better make sure he gets there,” you say.

“You really think Matt’s gonna get lost?” Foggy retorts with a laugh. “Matt? Come on. Guy’s like a bat.”

You shrug. “Better safe than sorry.”

You can’t wait for another second. Paving your way through the crowd, you make your way to where the bathrooms are.

Only one of the doors is ajar, which you take as your cue to slip in and lock it behind you. For a moment, you wonder if this is even a good idea; people might need this bathroom, but then your back hits the wall, and one look at Matt is enough for you to throw caution to the fucking wind. 

“I missed you,” Matt growls, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. 

You melt under the force of his fire. Greedy hands tear at your dress. Teeth clash in a fight for dominance. No fabric on your body is safe, his hands too eager, too desperate to care about your appearance. If you have to walk around with his cum dripping down your thighs because your panties are too ripped to cover your swollen cunt after this, he will gladly take it. He will take it for just a chance to have you. 

“Jump,” he says, and you’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist as he hoists you up. “You know how much I love to hear you moan, but I need you to be quiet this time. Can you do that?”

Your moan comes in the form of a strangled breath, getting caught on your sealed lips before it can escape. 

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” you choke out.

“Good girl.” 

No matter how badly you think he needs you, it is worse. Much worse. His nerves are alight with a near animalistic craving beyond rational thought or reason. His need for you is branded forever into his weary bones, and they continue to ache until he finally has you right where he wants you. 

Until he can finally thrust his cock into your tight pussy and listen to the way your walls grip him so tightly. 

Until he can finally swallow your moans with the force of his lips. 

Until he can drown in the force of your orgasm like a man stuck in the desert for too long. 

Matt unbuckles his belt, freeing his aching cock from the confines of his underwear. Your panties are a long-forgotten afterthought. He pushes the lace aside with two fingers, exposing you to the cold air streaming in from the open window.

“Need you,” he grunts. 

You’re so wet to the touch.

You gasp when his tip bumps against your clit. He misses once, then twice again. His impatience is written into the crease between his brows. Beyond frustrated, you reach for his cock, sliding the thick head between your folds. 

This stoic, assertive force of a man you wanted to maul in the courtroom earlier as the jury gave their verdict of ‘not guilty’ has never looked more like a pathetic mess than he does in the flickering light of the bar bathroom.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust. Matt pushes his hips into yours, burying his cock in your cunt, and the wall almost caves in behind you. The force at which he pounds into you threatens to split your skull open, but oh, you have never felt more alive. 

His face is buried in your neck. You’re all there is. The ghastly smell, the noise, the vibrations of the old water lines, he tunes it all out. His senses zero in on you, the sole object of all his desires. Now that he doesn’t have to focus on anything but you, he can finally breathe again. He can smell your perfume, taste the salt of your sweat trickling down your neck; you consume him.

Matt thrusts into you for just a little more of this intoxicating feeling—the way you’re clenching around him, and how your heart races for him. He aims his cock toward the spot that makes your toes curl in your heels, and he knows before you even feel it. 

A cry threatens to break free from your soul. Matt clasps his hand over your swollen lips to silence you. You choke on it, rumbling like thunder in your chest. 

It takes everything in you not to scream anyway. Not to moan. Not to cry out how good he feels. Right there, you want to say. Right there, don’t fucking stop. He drags his cock in and out of your pussy, though he never really pulls all the way out before he’s lost himself in you again.

The doorhandle rattles. He doesn’t stop. 

You whimper. “Matthew…”

“Shh,” Matt coos.  

Another rattle. “Is someone in there?” someone asks from the other side. 

You look at the door, but before you can tell him to stop—stop because you don’t want anyone seeing you this way—his cock brushes against your G-spot. Your eyes roll back into your skull. Your words melt like candle wax on your tongue.

He pulls you down to meet him, your clit dragging deliciously over his skin. You’re losing it. 

Only a few inches away, a stranger is trying to get into the bathroom, waiting, and it only spurs him on. 

You bite into his palm. 

You are so close, and even if someone were to break down this stupid door, you would probably still fall apart. Because the thought of getting caught being fucked so perfectly by the man of your dreams turns you on more than it should.

He puts his lips to your ear. “Ignore them,” he says. “Focus on me.”

Your walls clamp around his cock. 

“Good girl. I want you to come for me. Can you do that?”

He thrusts harder. Faster. Deeper. Deeper. 

You can’t stop yourself from moaning his name as the wave crashes into you, and Matt does the only thing he can think of that won’t give you away; he captures your lips in a bruising kiss that splits your bottom lip in two. 

He drinks your blood like a vampire, drowning out his own grunt as his hips stutter and he spills into you. You’ve missed him so much. 

Your orgasm has barely subsided when he pulls out of you, placing you back on your own two feet. The world is spinning. 

“Wh–” you stutter. 

He shushes you, index finger against your lips as he pulls your panties back on. His cum trickles out of your pussy into the fabric. You can still feel him so deep inside you. 

“We’re going home,” he says. 

“But–”

“I’m not done with you. We’re gonna take a cab,” he cups your face, “I’m gonna take you home, and I’m not gonna stop touching you until you’re covered in my cum.”

Your knees buckle. 

“Okay?”

“Okay,” you breathe. 

He has the audacity to look smug about it. “That’s my girl.”

Walking through Josie’s stuffed to the brim with his cum is a strangely erotic thought, but you know that the night has only just begun, and by the time he is done with you, you won’t even be able to remember your name. 

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|| Perfect Fit ||

Pairing: Huge monster boyfriend x regular female gf

Tags/warnings: choose your own monster! I've left it fairly open description-wise apart from him being generally huge and the massive cock... he can be whoever or whatever you like 😉

Minors DNI, size kink, fairly gentle monster!bf, until things get going? Pet names, praise, begging, massive cock kink, bucketloads of come, aftercare.

WC 2.2k of pwp.

Reblog if you enjoy! 🖤

I'm talking about that usual trope of your monster boyfriend having a monster-sized cock but that there's just absolutely no way he's gonna fit and it's making you upset.

Even though you both have a multitude of other ways to give each other pleasure, you're so very desperate to make this happen, you're having almost constant daydreams about how utterly full he'd make you feel, your mouth watering and body melting at the mere thought of what would happen when you… and if he... 🫠

"I want to try!" You whine, annoyed that you sound so pathetic but you're so frustrated by his doleful eyes and the way he's shaking his head at your insistent pleas.

"No, sweetheart, we've already been over this. I'd never want to risk hurting you."

"But y-you wouldn't, I know you wouldn't, I can do it, I want to do it. We can try, please just let me try!"

"Is it because I’m not doing enough to satisfy you?" He traces his claws lightly against the side of your face, bringing his huge hand to cup the side of your jaw. His brows are knit together with concern. "You've got to let me know-"

You shake your head emphatically, placing your hands on the vast expanse of his chest. "No you do, of course you do, but I really want this."

"Kitten, just... just let me use my mouth on you, you know I'll make it so good-"

He lets out the tiniest oof as you ineffectually push him back in mild annoyance.

"This is me letting you know my love, you're just not listening to me!" You sigh dramatically, throwing yourself face down on the huge bed you share.

You hear a resigned sigh behind you, and then the tender touch of his hand on the skin of your back, moving downward to give your ass a gentle squeeze. "Well, we're gonna need a lot of lube." He concedes.

You quickly spin around, a huge, bright smile on your face. "I know, I've already been shopping!"

Now that it's about to happen, you're shaking, laid on your back with your knees up and spread wide, sweat dripping from your shuddering body and soaking into the sheets as your handsome monster boyfriend brings you to your third orgasm using one of your biggest cock toys. You've worked your way up gradually but it's still nowhere near the same massive girth of his own. Even so he was extremely insistent on spending plenty of time on preparing you properly. The rippling waves of your latest high are slow to dissipate, but that doesn't mean you aren't anxious about what's to come next.

"M'gonna leave that in there just now, you okay with that sweet girl?" He pushes on the thick base of the soft silicone, making sure it stays seated in your pussy while you're still contracting around it.

"mmhm," you hum, opening your eyes to look up at him. "Feels real nice..."

"Looks real nice." He says, in that familiar low tone that so often marks his arousal.

Your gaze is automatically pulled down his body, and no matter how many times you've seen it before, you're always left mesmerized at the unsheathing of his cock. It fills up and firms steadily, blood pumping to make it heavy and thick, so painfully thick…

He must notice the slightly apprehensive look on your face. “You know we don't have to, you can tap out any time. You know I'd be more than happy just fucking those pretty tits of yours.”

He flashes a grin that breaks the worry, your light laugh turning into a gentle moan as he palms your bare breasts, pinching your nipple between his claws.

“I told you, I want to.” you pout, and he finally grunts in acknowledgement.

“Alright princess, I'll give you what you want.”

You had already made clear you wanted him over you despite his claims that you being on top would give you more control. There was no way you could keep holding yourself up on your thighs above him after the earth shattering orgasms you'd already had, so he'd promised to go as slow as you needed and you fully trusted that he would.

He slowly pulls the dildo out of you, a wet flood of your arousal following as you murmur softly at the sensation of suddenly feeling so empty.

You're looking up at him now as his massive bulk shadows you, opening yourself as much as you're able to let him fit between your thighs. The very tip of his bulbous cock slides slowly between your folds, deep reddish purple in colour, shining as he bathes it in your slick juices eagerly nudging at your entrance.

“You ready, pretty girl?”

Even though your pussy is so engorged and puffy after all the prior stimulation, you're still tiny next to his enormous and angry looking thick-ridged shaft. He’s almost having second thoughts about if he will fit at all, but turns his attention to the bud of your swollen glistening clit, spitting right on it. It's not like you really need it with the way you're soaked with your own arousal and the generous amount of lube he'd used earlier, but your reaction as he starts to rub slow sloppy circles around it makes him sure it was the right decision.

“M’ready- unnh!” You mewl as his hips push forward again and you feel him breaching you.

“That's good, you're doing so good...” he soothes. “just relax.”

You start to pant, moaning louder as he presses in further, you already feel stretched, so full up, you don't know how much more you could possibly take.

“Ohh- oh! Is there much more? It's so big!”

He's not even got past the thickest part of the head yet… but he's not gonna worry you with that.

“Just a little more, take a big deep breath for me sweetheart, you can do it.”

Your tight little cunt flutters so maddeningly around him as he starts to rub your clit faster and firmly. He listens to you breathe in, then, as you exhale, he punches forward, growling as the fat head of his cock finally pops inside you with an obscene squelch. You squeal, writhing uncontrollably beneath him, back bowed up from the bed as your body tries to accept the blunt intrusion. You've never felt so incredibly stuffed and overwhelmed, thinking you've really bitten off more than you can chew, panting so hard, trying your hardest to just relax because you know it'll make it easier but he's just too much, he's too big…

“There we go, that's it baby, just breathe. You're such a good girl, you know that?”

You have to force yourself to gulp in more air, blowing it back out in a slow shuddering breath. You nod even as you whine with the effort, your wide wet eyes blinking up at him in adoration.

“Okay, m’gonna give you a little more now. Nice and slow, hm?”

More?! There's more?? It can't be possible, it feels like he's reached right up inside to your navel already, like there's just not any space left for him to go. Your eyes are starting to sting from holding back tears, more of frustration than of pain. Your hands are clasping and gripping to hold onto the small part of his massive shoulders you're able to reach, and you're aware that you're whimpering constantly now.

You wanted this, you remind yourself, as he reaches for the large bottle of lube and drizzles a generous amount on to where his monster dick disappears into you.

He draws his hips back slightly and then gives another small thrust forward causing you to moan out his name long and loud. It's a lot, but as he gives your body some time to adjust it's also beginning to feel good, your walls clenching repeatedly around his girth.

“Mmn… y’like that, huh?” He husks close to your face. He holds himself so steady with his immense strength above you, it must be difficult for him to reign in his desire and enact such patience, that's he's holding back from just letting fully loose and fucking you hard and fast. The thought drives you wild. A squeak escapes as you feel him twitching inside.

“Sorry baby, can't help it when you're so tight and feel so good like this.”

He leans down towards your chest, eyes glinting and tongue emerging to lick around and over your pebbled nipples. You arch again, this time due to the fact your sensitivity has increased tenfold, the movement dragging his cock so much deeper within you, easily probing against the sweet spot that makes you lose your shit. He's still only halfway in, pushing the backs of your thighs back closer to the bed allowing him to squeeze another fat inch inside.

“Uhhh fu-ck!” your voice breaks as you think you just might explode. He tries another short thrust, more lube squishing out from your stretched hole as he nudges in even further, your nails digging deep into his skin as you whimper with increasing pleasure.

“That’s it princess, almost there…” he grunts through gritted teeth. “so perfect, doing so well.”

He starts slowly moving his hips back and forth, gradually working that massive dick in and out of you, the sensation of fullness making your eyes roll back into your head. You feel the soft weight of his heavy balls against you each time he pounds into your weeping pussy, your mouth hanging open, every forward thrust punching loud desperate sounds from you.

“S-so goood!” You mewl up at him, and he smiles as he leans down to kiss you. As he licks into your mouth he reaches between your joined bodies, a gentle finger brushing over your slippery throbbing pearl yet again.

“Oh- ohhhh!”

He draws tight focussed circles as he fucks you, and before you can even warn him, you're coming hard, crying out as your poor stuffed cunt clenches over and over.

He doesn't stop. Just rolls you both over so you're sitting above him now, thighs spread so wide you think you'll break in two. You're surrendering as you tire, you want him to use you as his own personal little fucktoy.

As if reading your thoughts and feeling your body adapt he starts to fuck you faster, holding your hips, taking your weight in those big hands, bouncing you up and down on his cock. Your cream coats his length every time he withdraws, making slick wet sounds so loud yet you're not embarrassed by them, it only makes your next orgasm more intense, your come dripping down to his sac. Those huge balls bounce up against your ass as he keeps on going, drawing up and tightening as he gets close.

“Such a good girl, you can give me another one, can't you sweetheart? Yeah I know you can…”

Breathing is difficult, nevermind trying to talk, you're only capable of gasping and whining as he toys with your overstimulated clit. Could you even come again? You don't know, your body feels so wrung out, but the thought of being able to have him come inside you for the first time gives you the boost you need to carry on. You slide your hands from where they rest on his stomach up to your breasts, knowing how much he adores watching you play with them. You're clutching and pushing them up, teasing and pulling at your nipples as you moan, eyes locked with his. The way he's looking you can tell that he's almost there, even before you feel the first powerful throb of his cock.

“Fuck-…” his growl reverberates through every nerve of your body. “You ready, baby?”

Pleasepleaseplease you beg, and he hisses through sharply clenched teeth, spearing you on his giant shaft again and again, the thick, raised ridges of it stretching your cunt wide every time it forces its way inside your warmth.

Another twitching pulse within your tight walls has you wailing, the wave of feeling inside you crests and you fall forward, clinging on to him as it seems his cock is swelling even larger still.

Then it happens, your fifth orgasm rips through your entire body like a tsunami, your mouth opening to set free your little uh uh uhhs when you finally feel the hot rush of his seed as he unleashes with a magnificent roar.

It gushes inside forcefully, filling you up in thick spurts until it physically can't anymore. You obviously had experience of his ejaculation before, but this was different, his pulsing cock wasn't showing any signs of stopping, come leaking out in thick, viscous rivulets down your quivering inner thighs.

Instinct drives him to keep it deep inside you, pulling you close to lie flush against his body, hot grunts puffing against your neck as his hips snap up sharply, trying to push it all back inside. When he finally slows his movements and stops, his cock still throbs for a long time after. Mine, he purrs with a possessiveness that makes you feel so loved, snuggling you close and kissing the top of your head as you both wait for it to soften. When it eventually slips free you're on the verge of sleep, woken when you feel the flood of your mixed fluids trickle out of your sensitive core.

“Mm, I knew I could do it.” You murmur, nuzzling into his chest. You're very sore but satisfied, even a little bit proud of your achievement .

He grins, carefully scooping you up, carrying you to the shower where he is amazingly gentle and soft whilst cleaning you up. “You did, sweetheart, you were incredible. Never felt anything as good as when I'm with you.”

When you're done he kisses your sleepy face, on your forehead, your eyelids, and finally, a small kiss on your lips as he gets you warm, dry, and tucked into a cosy clean bed.

"My princess."

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Imagine you've got three dom(me)s on you at the same time.

One is doing sensory play; hot stimulation, cold stimulation, sharp touches, soft touches. They're silent, you never know what's coming next. Maybe it'll be hot wax dripping on you or maybe it'll be sharp ice on your sensitive skin.

The second is overstimulating your holes & clit. Their talk is aggressive, passionate, degrading. They know the pleasure is too much and they don't care. You're here to take it.

The third one is causing you pain in so many different ways and enjoying every second. Their sweet silky voice dripping with faux sympathy. Words of polite encouragement as pinwheels run over you. Compliments fall from their lips while bruises are left on your skin. They pull and they hit and they bite and they don't stop telling you how good you look while hurting.

And they all keep going until you're sobbing.

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i wanna be overstimulated against my will until i'm crying. all my holes stuffed with vibes turned up to the max, tied up with a wand against me, nipple clamps tight. maybe just left there and blindfolded to have orgasm after orgasm.

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a goal of mine is to be fucked on the kitchen counter by my husband who just got home from his stressful day job <3

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please I need hcs of Frank thirsting after the reader doing mundane things and her being oblivious 🙏🙏 the more specific the better pls bc your details about him being obsessed with that one type of dress I canttttt

oommmgggg this is also one of my fave things. Ok ok, here's some more:

More Feral Headcanons

Frank loved watching the way you washed the dishes in the sink because it always made your ass wiggle juuussst bit when your arm would scrub at a pot or pan and you bent slightly over the sink. He wanted to get you house one day but he'd mourn the day you had a dishwasher because he loved watching your unintentional wiggle at the sink every day.

He loved that you had 12 lipglosses in various states of use scattered about the apartment with 3 more in your purse and 4 in his coat and pant pockets. Nothing delighted him more than jamming his hand in his pocket to discover the lipglosses that you had asked him to carry. And he especially loved the way your lips looked with a fresh coat, finishing them with a soft pop and and pout, his mind involuntarily imagining your mouth wrapped around his cock every time and then he'd scold himself for demeaning you like that.

Your favorite spot to read was in the old armchair by the window, nestled up in it regardless of the season and reading for hours in your pajamas. Sometimes you'd have the window open and the breeze would blow in and Frank would just gaze at the way you look so serene and innocent, the cool air pebbling your nipples and your nose in the book. He hated to interrupt your reading but occasionally he'd indulge himself, pulling the book from your hands and tugging you into his lap, murmuring "I need to fuck you sweetheart." Those times he'd keep you especially whiney, relishing in the way your skin was still chilled from the wind and your cheeks were pink with excursion. You'd be in his lap for hours as he coo'd at you, "Need more sweetheart? I got ya doll."

The quickest way to make Frank Castle feral in an otherwise non-sexual situation is to knead bread in front of him. Your hands working the dough, your arms pressing your tits together, making little grunts at the effort of it. The first time he saw it he would have been embarrassed at his immediate hard-on but he was too busy fucking you senseless over the counter while you were still covered in flour. It didn't occur to you that the kneading is what triggered him so when you were making a loaf of bread a few weeks later, you were still surprised at his immediate reaction, nearly animalistic at the way he mumbled "fuckin' christ sweetheart, doin' this on purpose?" as he lifted you from the ground and plopped your ass on the counter. He freed his cock in a moment and rather than fuck you on the counter he only lifted you and placed you on his cock, standing there in the middle of the kitchen while he bounced you in his arms.

Even he couldn't exactly explain it but when you feel asleep in the car as he drove, it got him sentimental and needy. He'd take the small roads without the bumps to let you keep sleeping, his hand splayed on your thigh. And when he finally got home, he'd lift you from the seat, sushing you as you stirred with "Ssshh, relax doll, keep restin'", and he'd carry you to the apartment and place you on the bed, tugging your shoes off one by one. You'd reach out for him, half awake, and he'd hover above you, gently parting your thighs and sliding in slowly. He'd work you so slowly, smoothing the hair out of your face and murmuring for you to go back to sleep as he rocked your body with every pump. Even after he finished he'd stay in you, pumping slowly until he grew hard again, content to do it all night if you'd let him.

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What do you think Frank would be like with a reader that avoided physical touch at first?

Oh he would totally internalize this as something he's doing wrong, like scaring you off or something and would not push it at all. He'd assume that he's been to rough with you maybe, hurting you when he meant to be gentle and he'd feel so torn up about it.

It would finally come out one day when he'd hug you like "Sorry sweetheart, I'll ease up. Don't wanna hurt ya or somethin'" and you'd be so confused what he was talking about. Frank had never hurt you before and you don't know where he got the impression that he had.

"Frankie what are you talking about? You've never hurt me, why would you think that?" you ask.

"It's alright sweetheart, I know I can be rough sometimes. Tryin' to be more gentle," he'd reply, assuming you were just saying it to be nice.

"Frank I swear you've never been rough with me. I'm not just saying that," you clarify and he looks at you a little confused.

"Well doll you seem a little skittish when I touch you. Assumed it's cuz I'm hurtin' ya," he explains and that's when you realize how he got the impression. You had been skittish but not because he was rough. Because you were nervous. You'd always been slow to warm up to people, especially physically, but you thought you were decent at hiding it.

"Oh. No -- Frank it's not you. I promise. I just... it takes me a minute to feel comfortable with that stuff," you explain, struggling to meet his eye a bit. "I'm sorry-- I never meant to--" you continue but Frank's shaking his head, stopping you.

"No no no sweetheart. No sorrys alright?" he says, relief flooding him at the assurance that he wasn't hurting you but quickly shifting his focus back to you.

"I know but I feel bad that it takes me awhile," you tell him, your voice dropping a bit at the admission.

"Hey look at me doll," he says, hand hovering over your upper arms but pausing there, waiting for your nod of consent that he can hold you. You nod and he wraps his big hands around your upper arms to look you in the eye. "I got no where else to be alright? I got nuthin' but time," he tells you and you feel your shoulder drop a fraction in relief.

From there on out he's a consent king, not only asking permission to touch you with "Can I hold you doll?" or "Can I touch you like this sweetheart?" but also helping you enforce your boundary with others. Crowded places or fraught family gatherings, he's beside you with a hand on the small of your back and telling someone "Ease up a bit alright? She doesn't like that."

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how would Frank react to reader getting her period in the middle of the night and ruining the bedsheets? I need to know (btw ur my fav author and make me smile hope u had a wonderful day<3)

I actually suspect he'd handle it exactly the way my (now) husband handled it when I DESTROYED a HOTEL BED in LAS VEGAS llmmaaaoooo.

I think in general, anything period-related Frank is going to be literally so chill with. You're all worried he's gonna be grossed out as if the man has seen blood from every part of the human body before.

Frank and Periods

Your period is 3 days early and way heavier than normal, effectively destroying the bedsheets as you sleep. Mercifully, your cramps are nonexistent, which is why your period actually doesn't wake you up, Frank does.

He's kissing your forehead as you're splayed across his chest, gently pivoting your body so that he can free himself to get you a washcloth. You feel him leave, whining and mumbling "Frankie," and he crouches beside the bed, keeping his voice low and his tone soft, saying "Gonna get you cleaned up honey, just relax."

He leaves for the bathroom and you make yourself sit up, rubbing at your eyes as the hall light flicks on. That's when you notice it, the crimson red stain blooming from your sleep shorts and along your inner thighs, coating your bed beneath you.

"Oh my god," you mutter, scooching up the bed an inch as you make sense of it, "oh no," you whimper.

Frank is already back beside you in the bedroom, the sound of the bathtub running down the hall. He's got a warm washcloth in his hand as he sits beside you on the bed.

"Hey hey, it's alright sweetheart. Gonna get it all cleaned up ok? Lemme get some off here and then I want you to sit in the bath while I fix the bed alright?" he coos, already at work swiping your inner thighs with the warm cloth.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Frank," you mumble, still half-asleep as your brain catches up.

"Don't even think about it --I don't wanna hear apologies babydoll. I mean it," he says, meeting your eye. "Can't control this stuff alright? Happens sometimes," he says as he returns to cleaning you.

When he's deemed you decently cleaned he sends you off to the bathtub for a few minutes while he freshens the bed, stripping the sheets and fitting it with a new set, leaving a fresh pair of pajamas on your pillow.

He finds you in the tub to help you out, offering his hands for balance and drying you off, his strong hands gliding up and down your arms, then your hips, then your legs, shimmying your body with the towel. When he's done, he gives you a moment of privacy to use whatever products you need. You find him in the bedroom again, a glass of water and advil in hand as he holds them out to you.

"Take this babygirl and get your pajamas on," he says, handing over the medicine and kissing your head again. You comply, feeling infinitely better at the sensation of clean pajamas in clean sheets.

Frank climbs in beside you and you lay facing away from him, giving him space after needing to deal with your mess but he's having none of it, tugging you into his big spoon and murmuring, "Nice try, gotta try harder than that to get rid of me."