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kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

A bloody kiss

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Frank couldn't help a scoffed laugh at the lawyer's seemingly incessant believe that everyone

"You remind me of someone else. You know, with the whole penance and salvation belief, but let me tell you something, Matt. Not everyone deserves it. Not everyone wants it.

"I wasn't even in there twenty-four hours and I still managed to slit one guy's throat, gut another, and then more or less slaughter the entire cell block after they all came for me, all while pumped full of more suppressants than most omegas take in a life-time."

Frank's voice was even as it could be through the labored and pained breathes as he admitted this, knowing full well that he was a monster.

At least, he was a monster to those who deserved his wrath. Even if the guy was obnoxious with his belief in everyone being capable of being better, he was still a decent enough guy.

Frank knew well enough that he'd have to talk to the guy about what transpired, but he needed to give Daredevil the heads up that Fisk is the one who let him out. Even if he did benefit from it, Frank knew there were no good intentions from a man like him.

"Why do you want to help me so badly? I'm just some murderer who doesn't regret anything I've done."

"No," Matt agreed, folding his cane and setting it down between his crossed legs. "I wouldn't say you were charming at all.

"But you are human." Despite what the papers said, despite what the opinions mentioned, despite the discourse on the "Punisher" that was beginning to proliferate the public sphere so soon after Frank's sentencing, in the end the man was just a man. In this moment, Matt listened to his now-slowed heartbeat-- a far cry from the panicked rush it had been before he was inside-- and even with his own misgivings on Frank and his methods, that he was a man meant he was worth helping.

Matt sighed.

"If you don't tell me what happened, I can't really help you. You know that, right?"

His hands rested on either of his thighs, head bowed down a measure but nevertheless with his ear in Frank's direction. Matt couldn't offer him the comfort of eye contact, but the truth that he was listening was there.

"You were never afraid to face your conviction. I imagine you weren't afraid to have to serve your term.

"You sound terrible, Frank. And I smell blood on you."

Matt's brows furrowed. "Whatever they did to you inside to get you out here, I doubt you deserved it."

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A strained laugh huffed from his lungs at the comment about his angry breathing.

Frank knew he wasn't exactly good company for anyone, let alone for one of his lawyers who is undoubtedly going to have to deal with the repercussions of his escape, but it was nice that the guy was able to crack a joke.

There was no fight from him as Matt moved him upright, though, he wasn't much help in the endeavor, either.

As much as Frank knew he needed to drink, he couldn't quite bring the mug to his lips. Yet, with an incredible dose of irony and audacity, he claimed as if it were absolute certainty that, "I won't be here in the morning."

How he was getting out and where he was going, he had no idea, but he had his mind made up that somehow it'd happen.

Frank wasn't sure he should answer the actual question. He wasn't sure he even knew where to start. Still he offered a soft, "A lot."

He let out a bitter laugh and looked down at the mug in his hands. "I'm not exactly well liked by people, you know."

The scent of him was awful—the city always was, granted, but there was more there, too. Frank reeked of medicine and drugs, and not even the proper amount that came with everyday usage. Ultimately, he smelled like abuse, so much so that Matt was already wondering how they could sue the prison system when Frank made the clearly illegal decision to escape it.

So when his weak request came out, Matt didn’t hesitate to say, “I won’t.”

And then, a little kinder: “I thought I recognised that angry breathing.”

Matt’s cane was set aside momentarily, hands taking Frank’s shoulders and arms before he guided him slowly into a seated position. The floor was a miserable place to be, but there was no other way to get Frank upright; Matt would get questions if he managed to lift him enough to get him in a seat.

“Hold on,” he said, “let me grab you a blanket and some water.”

The blanket came first, grabbed from Karen’s desk. It’d been a gift from one of their client’s abuela in the hopes of off-setting the legal fees they couldn’t afford to pay. Matt returned to Frank with the gentle tap of his cane on the floor and crouched to wrap it around his shoulders. Then, just as carefully, he made his way to the dispenser to fill his mug with water—at this point, he was sure Frank cared little for having to share a mug of all things, and they ran out of paper cups ages ago.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Matt asked, carefully sitting on the floor once the mug was safely in Frank’s custody. The excuse of being his lawyer was powerful enough.

“You don’t have to, of course, but I’m gonna have to tell Karen and Foggy something when they come here in the morning.”

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Fuck.

Frank heard the voice and saw the shadow of the figure on the floor near him, felt the hand on his shoulder, and suddenly regretted every decision he made to get there. At least if he was passed out on the rooftop, Red was bound to stumble onto him at some point. But here he was with the lawyer he knew nothing about- at least, as far as he knew. Frank's head was too foggy to realize that the blind one was able to figure out it was him on the floor without so much as a word from him, but he did manage to recognize that he was not calling the police on Frank or telling him to fuck off.

Rather than using up the last shred of energy he had to confirm that he could move verbally, he used it to drag himself as far as he could, grunting along the way.

A long flow of air fled from his lips as he collapsed against the ground once more, and he prayed silently that it was enough.

Though, despite being utterly drained and fighting the exhaustion from overtaking him, he uttered a soft, "Please don't send me back."

Frank wasn't sure it was even audible, but the thought of going back to being drugged and possibly killed was far from what he needed. If he was going to go out, it wasn't going to be because he was disadvantaged in a fight.

Foggy wasn't speaking to him any more. Karen, too. Matt didn't blame them in the least, but it did make the moving out process more tedious than it had to be. (Arguably he could speak to them regardless, but the thought of it churned his stomach-- better to avoid his guilt than face it, as was usually the case.)

Alone at night, he placed everything he held dear into two boxes. Nelson, Murdock, and Page never did become bigger than the disenfranchised clients of New York City, but in this case Matt felt it was a blessing. The packing process was simple, methodical, and everything fit, and he was supposed to be done in no time at all.

But then the sound of stumbling and heavy breathing in his building had him turning his head, frowning. At this hour, that couldn't mean anything good.

In silence, Matt moved away from his desk, heading to the front door of the office. The footsteps continued to lumber, clearly laboured. Matt's nostrils flared when he took the scent of the intruder in, and when the familiarity clicked in his head, a soft "oh" left his lips.

Frank Castle.

Then: Shit. Wasn't he in prison?

He opened the door before Frank could knock on it, stepping back a measure to avoid the man collapsing on his shoes. Matt's ears prickled-- Frank's heart had been beating like a war drum, but as he fell in it was starting to slow.

"Frank." Matt crouched, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder. "I can't shut the door if you're lying here."

If worse came to worst, Matt could carry him in, but the show of strength didn't feel like a good idea. He moved to the side, offering Frank some space to move.

"Can you crawl?"

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Me, watching the new episodes: These are great!

Also me: Where the fuck is Frank!?!

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@prayerdevil

As if getting out of prison hadn't been hard enough, doing it while pumped full of suppressants only made it that much more tedious to Frank. He'd never taken them in his life- he'd found it was easier to just not do it, especially during his military career- and fuck does this reinforce that choice. He's been beaten, slammed against walls from the residuals of a grenade going off, shot at, you name it- nothing has made it more difficult to function or made him more useless than these fucking things.

Frank knew he only had so much more in him before collapsed, and as much as he wanted to look for Daredevil since he'd likely be the only person in this damned city that would actually try to help him, he knew he wouldn't make it.

And that's why he's found himself face-down on the floor of Nelson and Murdock.

It's a crap-shoot, he knows this, but maybe, just maybe one of them would help him. Karen's proven she's not going to rat on him. Nelson might not like him- and rightfully so- but he actively seemed to care enough about people.

Murdock, though, he's the most unsure of. There haven't been many opportunities for them to get to know one another, and there's something about him that puts Frank off. Like the man Matt lets the world see is far from the one he actually is. And yet, despite this, he's got a gut feeling he's still a good person.

So, while he knows the outcome is a toss-up, he also knows that his lawyers and their assistant are the only ones he's willing to take the chance on.

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Mattelektra week ❤ day 5: favourite quotes

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play fighting is so fucking hot, oh no I got pinned down by you on the bed we better not fuck or anything that would be crazy

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Beticons~ - Jon Bernthal : The Punisher (s2, part 1) (insanejournal.com)

Beticons~ - Jon Bernthal : The Punisher (s2, part 2) (insanejournal.com)

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The Punisher Season 1 Episode 02 - Two Dead Men

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protective sentence starters

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Hands off!”

“What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”

“I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

“I got your back.”

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

“I’d die for you.”

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Get behind me NOW.”

“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Go on without me.”

“Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You can stop hugging me now.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”

“If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”

“[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”

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Daredevil — Season 2 Episode 3, “New York’s Finest”

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FRANK CASTLE IN EVERY EPISODE 💀 THE PUNISHER 1.11 - DANGER CLOSE

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Frank & Matt Parallels for @anna-hawk ❤️

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JON BERNTHAL in THE PUNISHER (2017-2019)