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302 posts created (3%)
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#banana rambles - 115 posts
#my art - 110 posts
#frank castle - 44 posts
#mutuals i'd make passionate love to in a mcdonald's parking lot - 33 posts
#batman - 33 posts
#robert pattinson - 29 posts
#leos responses - 23 posts
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#matt murdock - 20 posts
#the batman - 19 posts
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#just imagining him going in to the eye doctor like hello yes i need a 5.25 prescription lens thats about uhhhhhhhhhh 7 square inches please
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My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
look me in the eyes and tell me Matt was not the og Empath meme. LOOK ME IN THE EYES
565 notes - Posted January 6, 2022
#4
Stupid Fucking Frank and His Stupid Fucking Boots
tw// subspace, choking, unprotected sex (it’s frank, baby), dumification
afab reader, feminine pet names, etc
A/N: I haven’t written in YEARS and I haven’t written fics in even longer, so enjoy some plotless porn as I get back into the swing of things. This is kinda choppy, but uhhh have some dom Frank (if yall haven’t read @ohcaptains hard dom frank fic, pls do, it’s a similar concept to this and I think about it daily)
Stupid fucking Frank and his stupid fucking boots and his stupid fucking heavy footsteps. You chop your carrots a little louder as he stomps in, not bothering to take off his boots before coming to stand behind you. You elbow him in the stomach before he can get his arms around you. He needs to get his damn boots off your carpets and learn how to walk like a normal fucking person. You were sure the neighbors were going to start filing noise complaints over his stupid fucking heavy feet tramping around on their ceiling.
You ok, darling?
Of course you were fucking OK. You were always OK. But you’d be a lot damn better if he stopped being so frustrating. If he learned how to walk normally and not track outside dirt into your apartment.
You don’t bother to answer him, just keep chopping the carrots for the stupid fucking meal you’d offered to make for the potluck at work tomorrow.
He puts his hand on the back of your neck and you duck out of his grip. Fuck couldn’t this man keep his hands to himself for one minute? You just wanted a bit of peace.
And now his hand is on your throat and he’s pulling you against his chest, pinning your hand holding the knife to the counter before you could stab him for his fucking audacity. I asked you a question, sweetheart. You struggle against his grip, trying to tuck your chin under his palm so you can bite him. Nuff of that. He tightens his grip and your vision goes a little blurry as you struggle for air. Pissed off today, huh. Need some help with that?
Did you need help? You can’t think, can’t fucking breathe. Why would you need help? What was the question?
Hmm. That’s what I thought. He huffs a laugh in your ear. What did he think? What was he talking about? He’s droning in your ear, something about needing him and you were letting go of the knife and your vision was tunneling and finally he lets you breathe but he leaves his hand heavy on your throat and you’re gasping for air and what was this about again?
You need to turn around and look at him and you need to ask him something but you can’t remember what it was and you’re struggling against him and he’s laughing at you and you just want to turn around.
I don’t think so, Princess. He has such a pretty voice you need him to talk to you more he sounds so nice. You need to ask nicely. Ask for what? What was he talking about? You were just fine where you were with his voice in your ear, right? What do you need to ask for? Hmm? Fuck, his voice is pretty. Awww, you got no idea what I’m sayin’, huh? Little bit o’ manhandling got you all dumb for me? You nodded vigorously. What was he asking? You’d say yes to anything though, just needed him to keep talking to you.
He’s walking now, half carrying you as you trip over your feet and his boots. Why didn’t you like his boots? You loved his boots. Big and heavy and- you need to touch them, they’d feel so nice on your pussy, right? Oh, he was laughing at you again, yanking you back up by your throat from where you’d tried to drop to your knees.
Soon, baby, soon. He’s cooing in your ear but it was full of laughter, all low and heavy. You tilt your head back against his chest and look up at him, smiling back. Something was funny. Awww, look at you, all stupid and I haven’t even touched you yet, huh? Sure. You smile a little wider up at him. If he said so.
He lets go of your throat to sit down and you feel tears spring up at the loss of contact. No. Come back. You turn around to watch him sit on the couch, legs spread wide. He looks bigger this way, all sprawled muscle. C’mere, princess. He’s tugging you towards him and you lean forward to grab his shoulders and he’s laughing at you again, hand on your throat pushing you down between his legs. Awww, you cryin’ already, baby? Oh, yeah. You can’t remember why. It doesn’t matter. He’s swiping his thumb under your eyes to catch the tears and brings it up to his mouth to suck the side of it. You make a noise watching his lips close over it and he huffs a laugh out of his nose before shoving it in your mouth. You whine around it, clinging onto his wrist as you suck. That was all you needed, huh, sweetheart? Just needed something to do with your mouth, that right?
You’re nodding to all his questions, just need to keep his thumb in your mouth and keep him talking. You loved his voice. All low and gruff and gravelly, going straight to your pussy. God, you wanted him to touch you or to be allowed to touch him.
You were leaning in before you really thought about it, mouth opening around his thumb, reaching for his now prominent bulge in his jeans. His other hand came out of nowhere to lightly smack your cheek as his thumb hooked in the corner of your mouth to pull you back. I don’t think so, baby.
The hand that slapped you reaches down to palm himself and you whimper around the digit in your mouth. pleasepleaseplease.
You don’t even know what you’re beggin’ for do you, hmm? Wanna watch, baby?
Nodding as much as you can with his hand holding you back, you keep your eyes trained on the hand that is popping open the button on his jeans and dragging the zipper down agonizingly slowly. Look up at me, princess. You drag your eyes up to meet his deep brown ones, crinkling around the edges as he smirks down at you. Your eyes flick down to his hand that has slid under the waistband of his boxers, watching his forearm flex as he squeezes the base of his cock under the fabric.
He pulls your jaw back up to face him, curling his fingers under your chin, and pressing down on your tongue with the pad of his thumb. C’mon, princess, can’t do anything if you can’t follow basic instructions. Eyes on me now, pretty.
Eyes on him. Eyes on Frankie. You tracked the outline of his face, your eyes glossing over as they trace over his nose and the faint scruff he had yet to shave that day. Out of your peripheral you see him pulling his cock out and he hisses as the head catches on his waistband.
You duck your chin against his calloused palm, needing to watch him work. He chuckles and finally releases eye contact and lets you dip your head to see him thumbing over his tip. Here, babygirl. He taps his thigh and you drop your head down, close enough to see the vein in his cock throb as you whimper around the thumb still in your mouth.
His hand works his shaft, up and down, slowly, slowly, teasing you on purpose. You press your head harder into his thigh, worming your way up until your nose is almost touching him. Needy today, huh? C’mere. C’mon. His thumb pulls out of your mouth with a pop and you turn to chase it with a whine before his hands tuck under your arms, dragging you up his body until you’re straddling his lap.
You can feel him hot and hard under you and you rock forward, desperate for any friction. Need me that bad, huh? You think you can take me, baby? You’re nodding, babbling, anything to have him give you what you want, anything to keep him mumbling in your ear. OK, pretty girl, ok, shhhh.
His hand is pulling your dress over your ass and sliding your panties to the side. He slips his thumb down over your clit and you almost scream as you bury your face in his neck. Fuck he smells good. And then he was lining his cock up, pushing into you and it burns, Frankie, it burns.
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591 notes - Posted March 28, 2022
#3
obsessed with Pattisons acting choices for Bruce vs Batman. the painful eye contact? the shrinking in on himself when he's out of his suit? jumping when the police office called him? this mfer neurodivergent as hell!!!
598 notes - Posted March 7, 2022
#2
Hob showing Dream the new technology/wonders of the human world fics SLAP but also Dream is literally in charge of all the human collective consciousness and probably knows about all the inventions before they happen so i need more fics of Dream listening intently with heart eyes as Hob describes a car or something and being totally intrigued even tho he saw Henry Ford dreaming of it 30 years prior
765 notes - Posted September 24, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Dream is a reclusive weirdo obsessed with Hob this. Dream is a black cat little freak obsessed with his sunshine boyfriend that
have you considered Hob is also a weird little freak. he was casually offered immortality by some weirdo in a tavern, ACCEPTED it and then was not DRIVEN MAD by watching everyone die but continued to be a happy go lucky little weirdo meeting up with the freak who gave him immortality every century???
5,336 notes - Posted September 24, 2022
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