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Imagine having once been in a relationship with Billy Russo, but when he started Anvil you two grew apart. When you see Frank again, you start to get close, and when Billy hears about it he winds up confronting Frank.

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Being with Billy had never been rocky, per se. In order to be rocky there would have to be some form of turbulence, some aspect of your relationship that was volatile, passionate.

Truth be told, the passion in your relationship had died off even before he started focusing more on work. It was the absence, the dull void of nothingness, that truly dissolved your relationship with him to nothingness. You were to blame, as much as he was, for how you drifted apart from one another, until you were both so distantly out of reach that there was no coming back from it.

Loneliness was something you hadn’t anticipated you would feel, when someone was sleeping right beside you, but there it was. It had seemed only logical at the time to pack your things and leave. There’s no way he could feel a thing about you, with how cold he had become, and that was the one certainty you had left by the time you separated yourself from him once and for all.

You wished you had felt something. You wished he had ran after you.

But wishes rarely came true.

The numbness dulled with your departure from him, and like coming in from the cold, you started to feel again. Slowly, you pieced together your life without him, until you reached a contentedness that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Frank had become a part of that contentedness when he came back into your life. His friendship becoming one of the things you found yourself enjoying in the days when you would be together. Happiness is what he had given you, and while it wasn’t the same fiery passion that burnt out quick which came with loving Billy, it had grown into something else entirely.

Something that was different, but even more beautiful with it’s slow steadiness. Something more certain, more assuredly present in the way he cared for you, and you cared for him. And there was no denying, you cared for him.

Which is why you aren’t quite ready for the shock to your system that comes with seeing Billy again after all this time, and judging by the way his eyes had trailed from you towards where Frank stood close at your side, he wasn’t ready for it, either. The interaction is quick and bizarre, complimenting your stiffness at seeing him again, until just as fast as it had started, it’s over.

At least, for you.

For Billy he’s left dwelling on it, on how your hand had slipped from Frank’s when you had first noticed him. On how you seemed so frazzled at seeing him again, when you had been so calm with Frank just moments before. It eats at him, this gnawing jealousy, and while the sting of your break-up had been something he’d figured himself finally over, this proved he was far from it.

He’s not thinking clearly when he calls Frank the next day, too driven by curiosity and the desire to confirm if his suspicions of your relationship with his friend are true, “Frank? I need to talk to you.”

There’s a pause, before the gruff voice on the other end of the line comes through, “Well, ‘hello’ to you too. Something wrong?”

Billy’s jaw clenches as he bites back the urge to tell him that yes, of course, everything was wrong, because you had been looking at Frank the way you’d once looked at him the other day, and he can’t get the image of it out of his head.

Instead, he settles for, “Can’t a guy want to talk to an old friend without something being wrong?”

[sunflowersandsapphires]

A Hint of Lovely Oblivion

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader 

summary: After a week of sleeping terribly, Frank makes an effort to help you get the rest you deserve.

warnings: Swearing, fluff, caring Frank, this is not medical advice

a/n: I wrote this for my lovely bestie @madschiavelique who wanted some Frankie comfort. As someone who deals with insomnia pretty regularly, this was very cathartic! I hope you all enjoy. A huge thank you to my other bestie @gracethyomen for beta-ing and helping me plan this fic!

w/c: 4.6k

Inhaling deeply, the frigid air of the room made your nose twitch. Sliding as deep as you could into the blanket pile while maintaining your seated position, you bit your lip, shifting the pad of paper on your lap and craning your neck once again. While your duvet provided an excellent shield to lock in heat, your shoulders inevitably poked out whenever you weren’t fully horizontal, leaving your body to sit in a temperature regulation purgatory; your consciousness rumbled uneasily as the hair on the back of your neck refused to flatten, your brain torn between making you shiver or letting you sweat. The position was far from comfortable—but being awake all night made comfort an unattainable goal for you anyways.

It had been days since you’d slept through the night. You were no stranger to insomnia, you’d been cursed with it your entire life, but lately it had dug its malicious claws into your chest with the violence of a starving feral animal. Your bed, which used to be a haven of rest and relaxation, was now a space that you avoided at all costs—the wonderfully soft pillows and warm blankets mocking you as they sat untouched well into the night, fatigue never overtaking you when you needed it to. For the first few nights of your ongoing battle with sleeplessness, you’d crawl under the covers anyway, praying to any deity listening that the weight and heat of the fabric would force your eyelids to close—but it never did.

Sighing as your pencil tip snapped, you closed your eyes, letting your breath rest in your lungs for a moment before exhaling again; apparently your frustration with your own hormone production created a physical pressure on the lead of your pencil. Picking up a fresh one from your nightstand, you did your best to clean up the smear of graphite from the impact of the broken point.

Turning your attention back to the subject of your sketch, you chewed your lip to stifle a smile. Despite the thick curtains your partner had insisted on, a sliver of moonlight illuminated the massive man slumbering beside you, quietly snoring away—completely oblivious to the inspiration he'd given you. The feather-light moon beams shone through his tousled hair, creeping down over his face, which was adorably mashed against his singular pillow. Considering that he'd turned up a handful of hours ago drenched in other people's blood, it was downright ironic to be calling him “adorable” as he slept—but you couldn't shake the giddy feeling that always bubbled up when you saw his face so lax with sleep. His expression was so uncharacteristically peaceful, it never failed to make you happy.

Sure, not sleeping sucked. You'd be plagued with jaw-cracking yawns and mild memory loss in the morning, just like yesterday and the day before that. Having the opportunity to watch Frank sleep soundly, didn't make up for the fact that you'd accidentally put orange juice in your coffee yesterday, but it made the build up of irritation much easier to bear. Which is why you'd decided to memorialize it in your sketchbook.

Studying the map of shadows on Frank's handsome face, you scratched the pencil over the thick paper, the rasping sound soothing the constant buzzing in your brain. Scrunching your nose as you tried to smooth out the sketch in front of you, you nearly jumped out of your skin when he spoke.

“Why're you up, darlin'?” His voice was rough with exhaustion. Noticing your wide eyes and ragged inhale, a large hand slid up to rest on your thigh. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya.”

”It's alright, Frankie. I wasn't paying attention.“ You tried to laugh, but the sound died in your throat.

His hand stroked over your leg as he waited for you to answer his question. Instead, your eyes remained trained on the book across your lap, pencil moving fluidly through the silence. Tracing a thumb over your warm skin, Frank frowned. “Ya didn't answer my question, sweetheart.”

“Hmm?” Your tone was innocent, but the way your eyes remained glued to your work was enough to tell him you had definitely heard the question.

Squeezing your thigh with a yawn, Frank tried not to groan as he dragged himself up to sit next to you. His movement finally captured your attention, your brow furrowing as you set your pencil aside. “What are you doing?”

Giving what he hoped was a nonchalant shrug, Frank slid an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple. ”Sittin' with my girl. That a crime now?“

Smiling despite the guilt flaring in your chest, you shoved at his solid torso feebly. ”Go back to sleep, Frankie. I'm sorry I woke you. I can—“ Shuffling in your seat, you tilted towards the edge of the mattress, fully intending to relocate to a different room so that Frank could go back to bed. Foiling your plan, Frank's arms held fast against your teetering, pulling you flush against his chest.

”Don't you dare.“ He growled, chin resting atop your crown.

”Frank! I didn't even finish my thought,“ You wriggled against his hold, your brain torn between reacting with endearment or annoyance over being imprisoned by his strength. “Let me go, you...you...butthead.” Whining at your own lackluster insult, you buried your face in Frank's neck as he chuckled.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Ain't gotta go for my throat like that.” Frank murmured smugly. You could envision his shit-eating smirk despite it being out of your line of sight.

”Shut up,“ You muttered, a tiny smile gracing your lips against your will. Your body trembled as Frank shook with rumbling laughter. Drawing you into his arms, Frank set your legs over his lap, positioning you towards the windows. The gusting heat from the vent closest to your bed ruffled the fabric covering the panes, the pale glowing rays of moonlight fluttering over your knees as the drapes shifted. It created a mesmerizing dance of light and dark, captivating you.

”Ya gonna tell me how long you've been sittin' here starin' at me or did ya wanna keep pretendin' you were asleep?” In defense of your ruthlessly persistent boyfriend, it has been said that the third time’s the charm. His tone was as delicate as his gruff voice allowed, the muscles of his jaw and throat rippling against your scalp as he spoke.

Eyes falling closed, you focused on the warmth of Frank’s body surrounding you as you willed the tears pricking your eyes to back down. Another unfortunate side effect of sleep deprivation—your emotions started to go haywire over the littlest things.

It wasn’t that you thought Frank would be angry. Well, it wasn’t the biggest anxiety on your mind, at least. It was more the fear of burdening him with your own issues at all hours when you knew a good night’s sleep was practically a miracle for him. The first night at home after a few weeks away always seemed to make it come easier, but other than that Frank rarely rested. The mere thought of forcing him to sit up with you, especially on the one night this week he’d get a full 8 hours, grabbed your guilty conscience by the throat.

Giving a halfhearted shrug, you caved. “Dunno. Slept for a few hours when we went to bed. Then I got up and...” Trailing off, you gestured to the bed in front of you, which was clearly not being used for sleep.

Frank withdrew from the embrace and your pounding heart sank. You set your jaw, waiting for the frustrated scolding…but it never came. Instead, one calloused finger landed underneath your chin, tilting it upwards as he spoke. “You been awake that long?” His eyes shone with concern, boring ferociously into yours.

Nodding miserably, you swallowed the overwhelming shame crawling up your esophagus before speaking. “I’m sorry, Frank. I tried to sleep, but I just couldn’t—“

Cutting you off with a tender kiss, Frank’s hand moved to cup your cheek. “Nothin’ to be sorry about, honey. Ya shoulda woken me up.”

Looking up at him with glossy eyes, you bit your lip, ”You deserve to sleep uninterrupted. I didn't want to be the one to take that away from you.“

Frank chewed the inside of his cheek as he was overrun with waves of adoration and sympathy for you. How he'd managed to end up with such a considerate partner, he'd never know. Especially when he didn't consistently return the gesture.

He'd come home yesterday and practically collapsed into your arms—ignoring how unsteady your balance seemed when you dragged him into the apartment, blaming it on his own weight. You'd patched him up sweetly, as you always did, and Frank hadn't thought twice about the fact that you'd had to leave the room three times to get the gauze, assuming your memory had just been shaken by his battered appearance.

Was he truly so wrapped up in his own bullshit that he hadn't noticed the sunken crescents underneath your eyes? They were so prominent now, stark sepia bruises on your otherwise even skin. It must have been days since you slept properly. Beside himself with worry, his thumb traced the indent under your left eye. ”Shit sweetheart...“

”I'm—“ You started to apologize, but it stuck in your throat when Frank shook his head.

”Hey, none of that. Don't wanna hear it, ok?” You nodded in response to his gentle command, sitting there quietly as he schemed. “Are you tired at all?”

The pitiful shake of your head seemed to make up his mind.

Unwinding from you, he raised his arms above his head in a stretch, moaning as his back popped with the movement. Your face scrunched in disapproval, making him grimace sheepishly. “Sorry, honey. Guess I was stiff from drivin' all day.” Without waiting for your response, he slid out of bed. Your brow furrowed as he strode over to the dresser, pulling a shirt over his rumpled hair.

“Get dressed, darlin'. I have an idea.” He called to you over his shoulder as he rummaged for a clean pair of pants. Sighing, you abandoned the bubble of heat surrounding you in bed and headed for the closet.

Despite your grumbles and evident confusion, the two of you were dressed and on the road before the sun even peeked over the horizon. With one hand settled in yours, Frank kept his gaze trained on the road ahead, trying not to laugh at your exasperated questioning and adorable pout. Dragging you out of the house at this hour might not have been his brightest idea—since he normally tried to remain on your good side—but hey, he’d gotten this far without you chewing his head off.

Frank could hardly be considered a morning person, but you were practically nocturnal. Leaving the house before dawn was probably high up on your list of personal hells, but staying in bed when you couldn’t sleep wasn’t a good idea. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Curtis’s agitated tone.

“For the last time, Frank: staying in bed will make it worse.”

Way back in the day, during his first trip home after going overseas, he’d bugged Curtis relentlessly about his own sleep issues. Maria was tired enough raising a wandering toddler and an imaginative kindergartener, she didn’t need to worry about a restless marine to boot. He’d tried every suggestion under the sun, but sleep still evaded him. Tour after tour, night after night, he’d lay beside his wife in their bed and stare at the ceiling until his alarm went off. After his family died, well…it didn’t exactly get easier to rest.

Despite scouring the internet, a few libraries, and the expanse of Curt’s brain for any possible cures, his sleeplessness persisted. It was a torture he endured for years, and an anguish he wouldn’t wish on anyone but his worst enemies.

Finding out that you also dealt with insomnia was a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, not having to explain his fickle moods and constant absence from the bedroom was a welcomed relief. On the other, seeing the symptoms of sleep deprivation in someone he cared about was an agony worse than an infected bullet wound.

He knew what you were going through all too well, which meant he was determined to try and help. Getting you out of the house was just the first step of his admittedly too-detailed plan.

His lips twitched with a smile as he spotted the building. Turning into the ragged asphalt lot behind the restaurant, he turned his attention to you.

“We’re here, darlin’.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, you remained unimpressed. “A diner?”

Letting out a bark of laughter at your obvious disdain for the activity, Frank pointed a finger at you in warning. “Hey, don’t knock it til ya try it, sweetheart.” His exaggerated stern expression broke through your apprehension, your lips turning upwards into a fond smile.

“There’s my pretty girl.” Frank pressed a kiss to your temple, heart swelling as you leaned into him. “If ya wanna go home, just say the word.”

Biting your lip, you glanced out the window at the electric blue awning extending from the glass doors. The yellow lamp lights lining the sidewalk reflected in your wide eyes as you stared. “No, we can go. I, just…can I ask you a question first?”

“Course, honey. Anythin’.”

“Why here?” Your question was soft, but genuine; your curiosity was outweighing the contempt you’d previously shown for his choice of destination.

Running a hand through his hair, he gave a one-armed shrug. “Fuck, well... ya know I’m no stranger to the whole…not sleepin’ thing. And, uh, back in the early days, when it was real bad for me, I’d come here. We– er– Maria and I, we took the kids here a couple of times. Dunno, wanted to remember the good times, I guess, and it became a sort of tradition. Thought it might help you too.”

With a stuttering inhale, you reached for his hand, stroking a finger over his knuckles as you looked up at him shyly. “Thank you for sharing it with me. I didn’t mean to be rude about it, I’m sorry.”

Squeezing your fingers, he could feel heat creeping up his face. “It’s nothin’ sweetheart. Ain’t gotta worry about that.”

Glancing back out the window for a moment, Frank could see the gears turning in your head as you turned back to him with a tiny grin.

“Lead the way?” You asked tentatively.

“For you, sweet girl? Always.” He pressed a kiss to your hand, his stubble scratching at the skin of your fingers.

Frank ushered the two of you inside and into a booth in the back of the diner. The restaurant was lacking in customers, as could be expected given the early hour. While the inky black sky was broken up with dim streetlights outside of the building, the inside was flooded with fluorescent lights--so bright that you had to shield your eyes with a limp hand for a few minutes.

Once your vision adjusted, you had to admit that the energy in the diner was quite nice. The chipped linoleum tiles that lined the floor were a gorgeous cobalt blue. Along the ceiling, large chunks of the roof had been replaced with thick panes of glass, allowing you to watch the clouds float by, the darkness of the night contrasting beautifully with the intense lighting. You and Frank were seated on a worn vinyl booth, the strips of fabric alternating between silver and black. Similar booths wrapped around the space, almost twinkling as you looked at them.

“So,” Frank pushed a mug towards you. “Whaddya think?”

“It's nice.” You murmured, pulling the warm cup closer to yourself. Somehow you'd missed him ordering himself coffee and you a tea in your distracted state.

Frank cocked his head at you, lips turned up in a smug smirk. ”’S that so?“

Smiling into your mug as you took a sip, you retorted. ”Shut up.“

The drink was warm and, thankfully, unsweetened. It's crisp flavor relaxed your shoulders as you sipped, settling your anxious stomach.

“Hope mint is a’right.” Frank spoke quietly, a blush creeping up his face as he studied his own drink.

“You remembered.” You breathed out, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it tightly as your eyes prickled with emotion.

“Course I did.” Frank huffed, draining the rest of his black coffee. You shuddered in distaste and he chuckled, rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand. “You hungry at all?”

Shrugging noncommittally, you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. Frank sighed, but didn't push further on the subject, which you were very grateful for. You'd never explicitly spoken to him about the effect your insomnia had on your eating habits, but--being the observant partner he was--he'd clearly picked up on it anyways. Once your day started with little to no sleep, it was like all of your bodily functions forgot how to...function. Hunger and thirst cues were practically impossible to read, your body and brain battling each other ferociously at every turn. Which, of course, just exhausted you further.

Scrubbing at one eye with the heel of your free hand, you grit your teeth to keep from groaning. Dwelling on how miserable you were going to feel today wouldn't solve anything, it would just worsen your mood.

”Head botherin' ya?“ Frank asked, brow folding in concern as he watched you knead at your forehead.

”No more than usual.“ You cracked a small smile, hoping that didn't sound as sad as you thought it did. “Just...frustrated with myself.”

“I feel ya, sweetheart. Not sleepin' ain't any fun. But I have some ideas, so don't you worry your pretty little head about it, ok?” Frank tangled his fingers with yours, his gaze earnest.

“You get ideas?” You scoffed, grinning when Frank rolled his eyes in return.

“Ya know what? Just for that, I ain't gonna tell ya about 'em.”

“Nooo,” You whined, taking Frank's massive hand in both of yours and pouting at him. ”I was just kidding. Please tell me.“

”Hmm, I dunno. First you insulted the diner, then my intelligence. Seems like you don't want my help, sweetheart.“  Frank withdrew from your grasp, pretending to sulk into his coffee.

Giggling at Frank’s pout, you reassured him. ”No, I do! I do!“

With a sad little shrug, Frank glanced forlornly out the window.

“Please Frankie,” Pleading with your gaze, you tried to keep a straight face.  “You're my only hope.”

Dropping his startlingly believable moping act, Frank cackled. “Ya think you're real clever, don't ya?”

Smirking into your tea, you gulped down the last remnants with a shrug. ”Maybe.“

After your countless apologies for insulting his intellect, Frank finally explained why he'd encouraged–forced–you to leave the house before sunrise. Apparently he'd heard that staying in bed while awake could perpetuate the cycle of sleep deprivation. And, though you were loath to admit it, it seemed to help.

The little excursion definitely lifted your spirits, if nothing else. You were able to admire the sunrise and mess around with Frank without your anxiety skyrocketing because of the city crowds.  It was nice, and you told him such–even at the risk of over-inflating his ego.

His next activity, however, was not as pleasant.

“Are you going to have me carry you around the apartment next?” You groused, hefting the bedframe up so that you could adjust your rapidly loosening grip on the cold metal. This much physical labor on an empty stomach and no sleep was not what you’d had in mind for a relaxing day with Frank. He, however, was insistent on moving the furniture in your room immediately upon your return home. 

“You offerin'?” Frank smirked at you, pretending to set the bed frame down. His eyes glinted with a humor you didn’t share over the current situation. 

“Fuck no.” You muttered, glaring at him until he lifted the majority of the weight once more. Frank laughed deeply. 

“Set it right over here, darlin’. We gotta move your dresser and then we’re all done.”

“You know, if you hated the layout of my room so much, you could’ve told me months ago.” Instead of waiting until I was already reaching my limit. You thought to yourself, not vocalizing that particular vulnerability. 

“And have you put me out on my ass for bein’ so forward? I’d never, sweetheart.” Frank chuckled, adjusting your bed as you collapsed against the mattress with a huff. “I’m teasin’, honey. It’s an old trick Curt told me about. All the rearrangin’ is supposed to help your brain remember how to sleep, or some shit.”

Rubbing at your forehead as the ache that had been plaguing you all day made a sudden resurgence, your limbs instinctively curled into fetal position as a small whimper escaped your lips. 

“It’s helping it remember to bother me is what it’s doing.” You grumbled, gritting your teeth as the pain ebbed and flowed. You knew the more you thought about it, the more it would torture you–but the stabbing sensation was all that your fatigued brain could focus on right now. 

Frank snorted, sitting beside you gingerly and caressing your hunched back with an open palm. “‘M sorry, sweet girl. Let me get ya some meds and you can lie here while I finish movin’ shit around.”

Your body felt like it was aimlessly floating, untethered to the Earth and hurrying to escape the pain so viciously attacking it at the moment. You were so tired. Every blink was a reminder of the heaven that had been ripped from your delicate grasp hours ago because your body couldn’t even function in the way it was designed to. Brow scrunching, you burrowed under the covers with a sigh.

“Ya better not be sleepin’ on me, honey.” Frank murmured as he stepped back into the room. 

“Course not,” You mumbled. “Would never…”

“I know you’re tired, darlin’, but ya gotta stay awake until it’s dark. Naps will just make ya feel worse, trust me.” He trailed a finger down your arm, taking your hand and placing some painkillers into it. Waiting patiently until you begrudgingly dragged yourself into a seated position, Frank smiled softly at you as you popped the pills into your mouth. Holding the glass of water out to you, the Marine squeezed your leg as you drank, tucking his chin over your head as you collapsed wearily into his side.

“The big bad Punisher takes naps? Hard to picture, Frankie.” You teased, your voice morphing into a satisfied hum as he threaded his fingers into your hair. 

Frank scoffed, kissing your crown before returning the jest. “Maybe I should take the vest off before closin’ my eyes next time.” 

You giggled, burying your face into his neck. His warm flesh felt wonderful on your pounding head, soothing the pain behind your eyes with each measured breath. “Do you cuddle your guns like teddy bears?” The question was overtly ridiculous, but Frank loved you enough to entertain it anyway. 

“Course. What else would I do with ‘em?” He asked coyly. 

Looking up at him, the corners of your lips lifted as he pressed a line of gentle kisses down your nose until he reached your lips. 

“If I turn on the TV, are ya gonna pass out on top of me?” He murmured, his stubble scratching your face as he spoke. 

“Wouldn't dream of it, love.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his sturdy jawline before he stood up to grab the remote. 

If someone would’ve told you a year ago that your next boyfriend could make a bad insomnia week feel tolerable, you never would’ve believed them. But here you were—lying on your stomach completely topless as Frank massaged a lightly scented lotion into your back—feeling pretty comfortable with the whole arrangement. 

After you’d failed to stay awake during the movie you’d picked out, Frank had carted you around town on various errands: picking up groceries, going to the bookstore, and even taking a quick walk around the park to feed the ducks, which he knew you loved. Your body still ached, and your mood still waned, but overall, it was a good day. And all the credit belonged to your incredible partner. 

Groaning appreciatively, it felt like you were melting into the mattress as Frank tenderly stretched your taught muscles, unraveling the knots of stress that had been building up all week. 

Chuckling, Frank pressed a tiny kiss to your bare shoulder. “Glad it feels good, sweetheart.” 

“No, it’s awful,” You lied. “You clearly need more practice..” 

Frank snorted, “Noted. How’re ya feelin’?” 

“Tired.” You sighed, rolling over as Frank handed you one of his tees to sleep in. 

“I bet. We’re on the last leg, sweetheart, almost there.” Frank’s large hands eagerly wrapped around you as you nestled into his side. Cupping your face with one palm, the fingers of his other hand threaded into your hair, detangling it carefully and brushing it off of your face. 

Biting your lip in frustration, and to keep from sighing again, you nodded. Attempting an understanding smile, you poked him in the chest. “I know. Thanks for putting up with my cranky self today.”

“Sweetheart, you can be snappy with me as much as ya want if it means you’ll sleep through the night.” Frank smirked, squishing your cheek as your eyes suddenly blurred with tears. 

“I love you.” You whispered, going limp in his hold as he settled against the pillows. 

“I love you too, darlin’. So much.” Resting your foreheads together, he kissed you delicately and your lashes fluttered. 

“Frankie?” You looked up at him with your practiced ‘doe eyes’ expression that he could never resist.

“Yah?” He raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Can you read to me?” Batting your lashes, you watched with satisfaction as Frank’s expression softened, your eyes taking in the exact moment he caved to your whims. 

Straightening his posture stoically, he reached over to grab your new book from the nightstand with an exasperated huff. “Oh, I see. This was all a scheme of yours to get me to read to ya? ‘S that it?”

“No…” You giggled, nuzzling into him as he cracked the novel open.

“Sure, sure. You’ll be hearin’ from my lawyer, sweetheart. Think ya owe me compensation.” He winked at you, eyes lingering on your face.

“Honey, before ya drift off, jus’...” Sighing, he stroked a thumb over your cheek. “Just know, if all this doesn’t work, cause it ain’t a cure all, ya know–”

Laying your hand over his, you gave him an encouraging look. He inhaled sharply, thinking about how he wanted to phrase the sentiment. 

“I want you to sleep, darlin’, ya know I do. But if it doesn’t happen tonight, we can always try again, ok?”

Startled by the affection in his tone and his beautiful promise, your face went slack as you nodded. Eyes flitting over your gaze, he nodded curtly once he decided you understood. Returning his attention to the book in his hands, he cleared his throat before beginning to read. His rumbling velvet tone soothed you, your eyes falling closed almost immediately. Here, in the safety of Frank’s arms, surrounded by his beautiful voice and reassured by his adorable promise, you finally felt at peace. Though you knew sleep might continue to evade you, the anxiety you’d felt about your insomnia didn’t feel quite as all-consuming tonight. Whatever happened, Frank would be there. And, for now, that was enough.

Thanks for reading!!

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

Back again for Bullying Matt Murdock Hours!

Hi I'm Frank, this is my boyfriend Matt Murderdock and this is his girlfriend, Elektra, who also had murder but it's in her personality, not her last name

OP credit: gayarsonist

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BIGGER PERSON - BILLY RUSSO

Pairing: billy x castle!reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 1,741

Summary: When Frank’s sister finds out that a) her brother’s alive and b) her boyfriend is supposed to kill him, the conversation quickly turns bad.

Your brother, Frank Castle.

Months had passed and his death still didn’t feel real. You had seen the headstone, found a church that was willing to give the infamous Punisher his last rites. Even though Frank didn’t really care for religion towards the end of his life, your parents would’ve wanted it done so you made sure of it. You sent them the blessed crucifix from the private ritual.

You were frozen in place as the news story played out on your TV. The job Billy was working for the senator, the one he claimed was to protect from the unknown bomber, was also intended to protect him from Frank. Frank, the alleged accomplice to the bomber, was being framed - yet again - as public enemy number one.

You paused the screen when the channel was playing video from a cop car that very clearly showed your brother’s face and pulled your phone to text Billy. But as your finger was finding the conversation, you realized he would very likely lie to you again. He lied about the job to begin with, so why would he owe you an honest answer now.

So instead, you paced your living room until he finally made it home.

When you heard the door open, your grip tightened on the remote and you felt the urge to throw it. Either at Billy or close to it, you didn’t care, but you refrained from either. He walked in and said his usual greeting, moving in to kiss your cheek but you shoved him off.

“Tell me you didn’t know.” You said tightly, hoping the anger in your stare was enough to burn him.

“What do you mean?” He asked, a slight nervous chuckle pairing with the words.

“The bombings. All of it is being blamed on Frank.” You continued.

“Frank?” His brows furrowed and you had the urge to shove him again.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

“No, I- I’m not.” His hands went up in surrender. “I want to finish this discussion, really. But honestly, baby, I’m too damn tired. Can it wait till later?”

“So my brother is alive and I find out by chance from some news story and you want to talk about it later?” You said angrily, gesturing to the paused screen that still displayed the photo captured from a police car’s dash cam.

“Can we not do this, Y/N?” Billy sighed and dropped on the couch, covering his eyes.

“No, I think we should.” You snapped. “That is my brother, Billy. If there was even a rumor that he was still alive, you should’ve told me!”

“It was just a rumor.” He enunciated, still not looking at you. “I hadn’t heard from him so how was I supposed to know it was true?”

“You still should’ve told me!”

“I’m sorry!” He shouted, standing suddenly and. pausing you to take a small step back. “What am I supposed to do about it now? What- What- What do you want from me?”

“Jesus.” You sighed and put your hands up in surrender. “Nevermind. It’s just my brother, right? Who cares? Not like I had a right to know but hey.”

You stormed off to the bedroom and ignored Billy’s muttering as you left. You didn’t even need Billy to confess that he knew or that he was helping Frank hide. All you wanted was an honest apology, but he couldn’t even do that.

The days went on and you still said very little to Billy. You still did your usual routine, breakfast and coffee ready before he went to work. Dinner either on the way or finishing on the stove when he got home. But outside of that, or answering a direct question he asked, you were busy with a book or a new TV show. Anything really that meant you didn’t have to say anything to him.

It was right before his TV interview about the attack on Senator Ori at the hotel, which they were attributing to Frank. He had came out and asked if his tie looked okay and you said “Sure, it’s fine” without facing him.

“Jesus, Y/N/N. How long you gonna act like this?” He complained.

“I shouldn’t have to be the bigger person.” You spat back, still keeping your back to him. “I shouldn’t have to bend to keep us on track. Let me ask you this, Bill. That guy with the- the eye thing. He having you go after Frankie?”

“Y/N…”

“I swear to God I will walk out that door.” You threatened and turned to face him. You watched his eyes dart between yours as he took in your expression. “Everything you’ve been doing lately, was it all about Frank?”

“Yeah...”

“Catching him?”

“Yeah…”

“Killing him?”

You didn’t even know how you managed to get that question out but you did. It felt as if your throat had tightened and the three short syllables were rung out of your voice box like water out of a towel.

“Yeah…” He answered, voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart grew heavy in your chest and it nearly felt

like it had stopped beating.

“And you wonder why I’m pissed off.” You said flatly, pushing past  and leaving him behind you.

“Baby, it's just business, alright? Nothing personal.”

“It should be personal!” You turned and shouted. “That’s my goddamn brother!”

“You want me to apologize for doing my job?” He asked sharply.

“Yes!” You threw your arms forward. “Apologize for trying to kill my brother!”

“It’s my job!”

“Well excuse me for thinking you cared about me more than a fucking paycheck.” You put hands up in surrender and turned away, back into the kitchen.

“C’mon, babe.” He sighed, hurrying after you. “It’s not like that.”

“It’s always up to me, even when it shouldn’t be.” You complained. “You want me to take the blame for a fight and I do. I do because I love you and I always think it’ll be the last time.”

“Y/N…” He said your name softly, confused even. As if he had barely realized what the routine with you had become.

Argue about something, sometimes petty and sometimes not. Then you’ll make up when you apologize, but nothing changes. It was a vicious cycle that Billy was completely oblivious to, until now.

“I think that maybe next time you’ll be the bigger person cause I’m sick and tired of carrying the burden of every argument.” You shrugged, tears forming in your eyes that you ignored. “Keep moving my boundaries so you don’t cross lines, keep quiet when you yell. All cause I thought I had to to make it last between us.”

“I… I didn’t realize.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He took a moment to think over his next words. It felt like a very defining moment for your relationship. He never meant to make you feel that way, and knowing he had was arguably the worst pain he’d ever felt. How did he not notice? How could he do that to you?

“Tell me how to make this right.” He said softly, gently reaching to take your hand. You looked up at him while you let your hand sit in his. He looked at you with wide, soft eyes that were begging for forgiveness. “I’ll do anything.”

“You think it’s that easy?” You countered with a small challenge. “Billy, you’ve been hunting down my brother for a man who doesn’t care about you. That guy will throw you under the bus as soon as he needs to, just like everyone else. But my brother? You know damn well Frank would’ve done anything to protect you. He never would’ve don’t this to you.”

“No… He would’ve.”

“Why?” 

He looked towards the ceiling and sighed heavily. Your stomach felt tight and your blood ran warm with anticipation while you took a step back, taking your hand away from his.

“What did you do?” You urged.

“The carousel.” He began and that knot in your stomach grew tighter.

“You were there?”

“No.” He looked back to you, a silent plea in his expression. To hear him out, to believe him, to forgive him. “No, I wasn’t, I swear.”

“You didn’t shoot him? Or Maria? Or the kids?”

“No, I wouldn’t do it.” He shook his head and you could’ve sworn you saw tears in his eyes. “I said no.”

You were quiet as things began to click and you knew it reflected in your eyes as Billy’s expression changed.

“But you knew… You knew they were coming after my brother and that’s why we went out instead of me going with them.” You realized and the thick weight of betrayal slammed into your chest so hard you thought the bones would break. “How fucking dare you stand in front of me.”

“No, Y/N, please. Let me-“

“Let you what?” You cut in sharply and your hands tightened into fists at your side. “Let you explain? What is there to explain when you just admitted to knowing that your worthless fucking friends were gonna kill my family and you did nothing?” Your voice grew to a scream as you rambled.

His eyes shot to your hands and he took a step back from you.

“My niece and nephew, Billy!” You shouted. “They were kids! And Maria, she loved you. And you just let it happen.”

“I couldn’t do anything.” He spoke quietly.

“You’re kidding, right?” You laughed in disbelief. “You could’ve warned him!”

“He wouldn’t have believed me!” He reasoned.

“Y’know what.” You took a deep breath. “Just get out.”

“Y/N..”

“Aren’t you late for your interview?”

He opened his mouth to speak but the glare you gave him kept him quiet. Instead, he collected his things and went to leave.

“I didn’t want all this.” He called from the door. “It wasn’t supposed to end up this way.”

“Yeah, you worked so hard to keep it from me.” You countered. “Good luck when Frank finds out.”

The door closed soon after and you found your phone. You scrolled your contacts until Karen’s name popped up. You had met the woman when her friends were defending Frank in court and you two had stayed decent friends. You texted and said you had seen the news about Frank and asked if she could help you get in touch with him.

karen (lawyer): just put flowers in the window

[loubombshell]

Billy being protective.

Another day, another mission. Luckily for Y/n she loved her job, she loved the people around her. The missions and her boss. Her boss was her boyfriend, obviously.

Having your boyfriend as your boss makes life much more interesting, she was able to spend her breaks with him or going on special missions, like today.

Today Anvil was there, to protect a very important senator, being threatened. He is supposed to speak in front of a big crowd and needs a lot of protection.

Billy didn't like the guy from the beginning, but he paid well and in the end, that's everything that's important to the Anvil founder.

Y/n put on her uniform and got her bag, to go to the hotel, Billy told her about. Her mission was to stay by his side, near the senator.

The woman used the elevator, moving up into the 20th floor, the doors opened with a cute sound and released her boyfriend, already waiting for her.

"welcome." Billy gave her and blinding smile, which she returned immediately. Both of them walked next to each other, when he pulled her into a quiet corner.

"That's not professional, Sir." Y/n smirked and leaned with her back on a wall, looking up to him with a smirk.

"I love it, when you call me Sir." Billy smirked and leaned down to pull her into a hungry kiss. She responded immediately to him, pulled him impossible closer by his jacket and while he moved with his hands around her waist, holding her in place.

"Isn't your client waiting?" She asked trough the kisses.

"He's an idiot, he can wait for a few more minutes. I've better things to do." He answered but Y/n pulled slowly away.

"Come on, the earlier you start the earlier we're ready, we still have day and night together." Y/n told him, fixing his tie and jacket with a smile.

Billy rolled his eyes, still with a smile and nodded. "Alright." He agreed and fixed her hair, moving with his fingers through her hair.

Both of them, looked around the corner to see, if someone was walking in the hallway. When everyone was gone, they sneaked out and walked down the hallway to Billy's client.

Billy walked through the door, into the room to introduce her to the Senator.

"Senator?" Billy called him. "That's Y/n, she'll be at your side, together with me." He introduced her to him.

"It's nice to meet you." Y/n hold her hand out for him to shake it. He took a step closer and looked her up and down once, accepting her hand.

"Are you sure you can handle this? I'm afraid some big boys are running you over." The Senator smirked.

God, what an asshole.

"Don't worry, I'm educated enough, to know how to handle it." Y/n explained to him.

The Senator chuckled. "I'm just kidding, sweetheart." He told her and patted her cheek and walked past her to go and talk with a man, standing in the doorway.

Y/n took a few steps back and turned to Billy, who was about to go after him.

"No, don't." She stopped him immediately. "It's not worth it." The girl added.

Billy looked down to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he's so much of a fucking idiot." He told her.

"It's no problem, I'm old enough to ignore it." She gave him a smile and took her backpack off and go with the others through the plan.

-

There are only a few minutes left, until the speech was supposed to start. Billy was somewhere in the hotel, to go and check on all the others.

Y/n stood in the room, together with the Senator, she was looking out of the window to check everything there when an arm sneaked around her waist.

It wasn't Billy's arm.

She looked to the side, to look into the Senators face.

"I just wanted to excuse myself for my behavior earlier." He told her with a smile.

"It's not a problem, don't worry." Y/n smiled and tried to take a step away but he didn't let go of her.

"No, I really mean it. I'll make it up to you maybe this evening? I know a good restaurant." He told her.

Y/n gave him a nervous smile. "Look, I'm sorry I don't want to. Besides my boyfriend wouldn't like this." She explained to him.

"Come on, he's not going to find out." He told her.

Suddenly he got pulled away from her. Y/n turned around, to look at Billy.

"Get your fucking hands off of her." He told the Senator.

"What is going on? I didn't do anything to her." The Senator said.

"She is clearly uncomfortable!" Billy yelled at him.

"Why do you even care?! She's just one of your idiotic workers!" The Senator scremed back.

Billy straight his back immediately and walked even closer to him, looking him directly into the face. "I care about her, because I am her boyfriend, do you understand it?" He told him.

"What? I didnt-" He started but Billy interrupted him immediately.

"If you call my people idiotic one more time, I'm gonna fucking kill you." Billy told him and took Y/n's hand to leave.

"Hey! What are you doing? You can't leave, I paid all of you!" The Senator told him.

Billy stopped and turned around to him. "I thought you called them idiotic? I don't think you'll need us anymore. Just like I don't need your money, shove it up your ass." He told him and pulled Y/n out too.

They got into the car and drove away, after talking with all the others to leave. Billy pulled up in front of their penthouse and was about to step out, when Y/n stopped him.

"You alright?" Billy asked immediately. "I'm so sorry, I left you alone with him. I should've known-" He started but she interrupted him with a little kiss.

"You're fucking sexy, when you're being protective." Y/n smirked. "And don't worry about it, I already forgot about it." She added.

Billy laughed and pulled her in for another kiss. "You wanna switch to the back seat?" He asked her.

"Our bed is not far away, you know?"

"I know, I just want to make it more exciting." He said and Y/n laughed about it.

Not even a second later, they switched to the back seat.

[buckyhoney]

𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this idea got stuck in my head, but enjoy another kinktober fic!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!frank castle x sub!reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, bondage, daddy kink, very light dumbification kink, light degrading kink, praise kink, oral (m receiving), face fucking, sorry for any missed typos!

"Look at you," Frank stepped back, admiring his work.

The knot was complex and tight around your skin- enough to leave little imprints.

You looked up through your eyelashes at the man towering over your body. The sight of the rope tied intracity around your chest alone was enough to cum- the way the thick rope highlighted your breasts and restrained your hands behind your back.

Tonight, Frank wanted to try something different than your usual. You weren't sure if you're like being this restrained, but when you caught a glimpse of yourself from the mirror behind him? You couldn't help but feel the flutter between your thighs.

"S'perfect," He mumbled, running the side of his finger under the side of your breast.

"What are you gonna do with me, Daddy?" Frank kneeled in front of you, dipping his hand between your legs, soothing your inner thigh.

"Hm, Daddy's gonna have so much fun with you, bunny." He smiles as his thumb runs over your clit.

Bunny.

Frank felt your pussy contract.

"You liked that one, didn't you?" The heat rose to your cheeks and you shyly nod.

He teased over your clit a few more times before pulling his hand away.

"You're gonna be a good little bunny and suck Daddy's cock, yeah?" Nodding gently, you settled back on your legs.

Frank stood up in front of you. His cock was already leaking with precum the moment he discarded his briefs. He's heavy and thick- it's a wonder how you're able to fit him inside you. The sight made your mouth water and reach to touch him, but you were stopped by the rope holding your wrists securely behind you.

"Aw, dumb bunny, did you forget you can't use your hands?" You could feel the arousal leak from your pussy.

"Daddy's gonna help you, you don't need to think about anything else except my cock." He stroked himself a few times in front of you, watching your eyes light up.

"Open." You stick your tongue out, waiting patiently for his next move.

Frank taps your tongue- teasing you, but you whine impatiently. He chuckles, slipping himself inside your mouth. Instinctually, you close your lips around his tip. You push forward, taking more of his length. Frank smiles at your obedience, caressing your cheek.

"Good girl. More." Obeying his command, you relax your jaw allowing him to push all of himself inside your mouth.

His tip grazes the back of your throat and you gag around him. Frank pulls himself out completely, letting you get a breath. Your chest heaves and your sounds are already horse.

"Just like that- 'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth now, okay?" Your pussy ached and you nodded eagerly, readjusting on your legs.

He gets a good grip on the back of your head before beginning with soft thrusts. There are incoherent curses each time he hits the back of your throat. You're looking up at him, not breaking eye contact- even as the saliva and precum drip down your chin.

Frank loved how obedient you are, how willingly you were to give up breath for a taste of his cock.

You kept attempting to reach for him, only to be reminded that it wasn't an option. It began to frustrate you and tears swelled in your eyes.

Frank watched as the tears trickled down the sides of your face as you fought against the rope. You knew it was a losing battle, the knots were too thick.

Oh, the tears. The tears.

"Oh, bunny, you look so fucking pretty crying over my cock-" He grunted, picking up the pace.

"That mouth- fuck- 'm gonna cum-" Soon your throat became numb and you're eyes fluttered open- the only thought running through your mind was his cum.

"Shit, bunny, s'perfect for me, choking my cock like that-" His thrust became sloppy and you're whining around him, begging for his cum.

Frank holds himself against your mouth as ropes of cum shoot down your throat. The moans get caught in his throat but escape with such rasp.

Pulling himself out, his cum spills around the corners of your mouth. You're gasping for air, but Frank kneels down and holds your throat. You stick your tongue out, showing him that you've swallowed all you could. Frank is beaming and brings his mouth to yours.

"That's my fucking girl, such an obedient slut." Frank is in awe of you, how eager you are to please him, and good you always make him feel.

"Daddy's so proud of you," Frank helps guide you to stand.

[biisexualemma]

killer. frank castle

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fighting, threat, assault

requested: by me

plot: you’re on the hunt for frank, but somehow he keeps finding you

a/n: haven’t written for this fella in a while but hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it ! ugh frank castle is on another level to these boys i swear

masterlist

you scoped out the area below from your position on a rooftop that you frequented. it had the best view of the city, made it good spot for picking out bad guys. you'd found some of your best bad guys up here. on this particular night you were waiting on a certain vigilante that had been pissing a lot of people off in your neighbourhood recently. you'd been tipped off on his whereabouts, but so far it seemed that your intel was a load of crap. you'd been squatting for well over an hour now, your legs were getting tired and so were your eyes, and still no sign of him.

you pulled out your phone to check the time, 1:37am, with a sigh of defeat, you slipped the knife in your hand back into it's holder against your thigh and with a grunt you pushed yourself back up onto your feet. "i'm getting too old for this shit," you mumbled to yourself, stretching your arms over your head to undo the ache you'd developed from sitting so long in such an uncomfortable position.

you pulled open your messages in your phone and sent a quick text to matt, relaying that your stake out had been a bust and that you were heading home for the night. you were sure he was still out at this time of night, he usually was, he never knew when to quit. tucking your phone in your back pocket, you took one last glance over the ledge-- nothing out of the ordinary. you turned to climb back down fire escape, your breath catching in your throat when you felt the cool metal touch your forehead. you flinched when the gun was pressed harder against your head, eyebrows tightening into a frown as you faltered and took a step backwards.

you tried to discreetly reach for the knife strapped to your thigh but the sound of the gun cocking caused you to freeze. "ah--ah," his voice was gruff and dismissive. "don't try that shit-- hands where i can see 'em," you followed his instruction, your frown deepening when you lifted your arms, hands in his sightline. "better," he mumbled the praise. "now, you wanna' tell me why you're looking for me?"

"who said i was looking for you?" you should probably have less of an attitude towards the man holding a gun to your head. "maybe i just like stalking on rooftops like a creep?"

he let out a disgruntled scoff at your sarcasm. sensing no threat from you, he lowered the gun from your forehead, letting you get a full glimpse of his face. sharp jawline, jagged features and a few cuts and bruises littering his skin. his eyes, however, were soft and gentle, the last thing you had expected. after a brief hesitation, you lunged yourself at the man, your hand successfully grabbing your knife and swinging it at him as he fell back, only just missing the blade.

"shoulda' never let that gun slip, punisher," you grumbled, jabbing your blade at him in every direction but every time he managed to slip out of the way, or block your attack. he caught your wrist as you went for the throat, his eyebrow quirking as he glanced down at your pink cheeks and angered stare. the knife barely touched the skin of his throat, his grip on your arm stopping you from causing any real harm to him.

"won't underestimate you again, sorry," he quipped. you grunted, trying to remove your wrist from his hold but he had you in a strong grip and he wasn't budging. "the pretty face threw me off," the corner of his lip turned up slightly when your frown deepened, using all of your strength to yank your arm out of his grip with a groan of annoyance.

your breathing was heavy, you still held the knife in a tight grip in your palm, you didn't dare let your guard down. not after the stories you'd heard about him. you blew a stray piece of hair out of your face, quirking an eyebrow at him. "you think i'm pretty?"

you locked with his eyes, two could play at this game.

he held your stare for long enough before he broke it, shaking his head. "go home, sweetheart."

"why? 'cause that's where a woman belongs?" you tilted your head to the side, egging him on.

he shook his head, jaw tightened as he pulled his eyes away from you and tucked his gun back under his arm. "if you wanna stay here and get your ass beat, i'd be more than happy to give it to you," he teased. "feminism and all, right?"

your teeth gritted together, rolling your eyes away from him. "if anyone's getting their ass beat—"

"is that what that just was?" his eyes held your hard stare for a moment before trailing down to rake over the rest of you. he let out a light scoff, to which you squared your shoulders and folded your arms over your chest. a scowl on your face, you opened your mouth to tell him off when he beat you to it. "you're pretty cute when you're mad, you know sweetheart.”

your eyes widened with fury. "cute?" you repeated, as if maybe you'd misheard the mass murderer you'd been sent to scope out. "i could literally kill you."

he was amused at how easily you could be tormented. usually stoic and unfeeling towards his enemies, frank couldn't help but find you intriguing and kind of amusing. he had no doubt you could hold your own, but you held your swings when attacking him earlier. made him think of you differently. that and you had these big, expressive eyes that showed your every intention whether you meant them to or not.

"hm," his lips turned down into a slight frown, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinting at you carefully. "maybe, if you really wanted to," he shrugged. "but you don't," he took a calculated step closer to you, scoping you out for a reaction. "want to, do you?"

your feet stayed firmly in place, eyes darting between his as he stood closer to you now. you weren't one to back down, no matter how intimidating he was trying to seem. you tilted your head back slightly, holding his brown eyes with your own carefully. you wondered how such a brute of a man could have such soft brown eyes. "want me to show you again how much i really want to?"

frank humphed, a small smile lining his lips, causing your eyes to uncontrollably drift down to the curve before immediately darting back upwards. he took a step back again, his hand leaving it's place on his holster. you didn't intend to, but you felt your body uncontrollably move towards his as he moved away. you thought you had disguised it quite well but frank caught it. "cute," he mumbled before backing away from you.

you didn't attempt to follow him.

-

you didn't see him again for a while after that, until a few weeks later. you were walking home after a long night. drinks at josie's had turned into foggy and karen finishing an entire bottle of whiskey and stumbling out of the bar in the early hours of the morning. you had followed behind them fairly sober, with matt beside you stone cold sober.

"y'sure you'll be alright?" matt reached out and touched your forearm, eyebrows knitted slightly.

you nodded with a soft, sleepy smile. "i can handle myself, you know this better than anyone," you gave his hand a squeeze before turning your separate ways home.

"i can still walk you home if you want?" he called out after you'd turned your back on him and began the walk back to your place.

you waved him off, "g'night matt!" you called out, not even looking over your shoulder as you walked the five minutes to your apartment.

you turned the corner leading to your street, only to find a couple of men walking right in your direction. you gulped, head down, moving to cross to the other side of the street like it was the most normal thing in the world, and not deliberate.

"hey!" one of them called faintly, you ignored him, pretending that you didn't know his holler was directed at you. you sped up, fumbling in your pocket to find the keys to your apartment that was in sight just down the street.

all of sudden a hand grabbed your forearm, and another wrapped around your back, forcing you to keep moving forward. your immediate reaction was to pull away, you jolted but his grip was solid. your breathing was heavy, eyebrows furrowed as you struggled, trying to drag your heels.

"relax," you recognised the voice, your head shot back where you saw none other than the punisher himself. your frown deepened when you realised. "i'm helping, alright, sweetheart? act natural."

you stared at him with confusion, anger and a little bit of fear still lingering. though, as much as you wanted to hit him for scaring the shit out of you, you couldn't help but feel just a little bit relieved.

"i didn't ask for your help," you spoke through gritted teeth. glancing over your shoulder for a split second you saw the two men that had been following you, slowly receding when they saw you were with frank.

"yeah, well, you didn't need to," he grumbled, his grip still tight as ever on you. "keep walking, alright? are they gone yet?"

you took another discreet glance, noticing that they had in fact turned around and were heading in the other direction now. you let out a huff. "yeah, they're gone."

his grip loosened but he didn't let go entirely, he continued to walk you along the street up to your building.

"this you?" he nodded to the building you'd stopped in front of.

"yeah," you spoke quietly. you didn't know what to make of this. you were supposed to be bringing this guy in for some pretty indescribable crimes, but here he was helping you out. it didn't make any sense. you cleared your throat. "yeah— this is me."

he nodded, his lips stretched into a permanent frown, his eyes hardly meeting yours at all. he tucked his hands in his pockets.

you stood still, frozen in place as you watched him fidget. your eyebrows slowly knitted together the longer your eyes studied him. "how did you know where i was?"

he shook his head, turning partially away from you. "don't walk home by yourself anymore, alright?" he mumbled.

"you didn't answer my question, frank," you called out as he turned to walk away.

"just be more careful."

"i can handle myself," you argued back as he walked away from you.

"yeah, you showed me," he called over his shoulder. "bad shit can still happen."

you were left baffled on your doorstep. was this the same frank castle you had met a few weeks ago?

[ellooo0ooo]

Siren!Billy Russo🧜‍♀️ w/ short comic

Based on this post, written by @becauseicantthinkwritings (really sorry;;;) with @marvelmusing's moodboard

I missed some things a little too late for me, and I'm embarrassed about it lol sorry afkhask

Some obstacles must be overcome so it took a while to finish akfjlaksjfl

Also @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend here it is!

[sgt-morgan]

Robin Bites Back 🖤

Summary: Meet the Robinsons but with Fuck words and Vigilantes. You’re gonna love it.

Warnings: AFAB and female identifying reader, Mentions of g!ns, Cannon typical violence, crude language, probably blasphemy, illusions to sexy times, Matt’s dangerously beautiful ass, Deadpool. You get the drill.

A/N: here’s hoping tomorrow we have a little more Matt in our lives. If not imma blow a goddamn gasket.

Pt. 1 Guessing Game.

Pt. 3 The Test

DD Masterlist

Matt knew you finding out about his being Daredevil could only cause trouble. There was no other way around it. You knowing had been trouble of the highest order, and you find newer, weirder, ways to prove it every day. Trouble of the highest order. Your jokes only got worse and more frequent, but when you meet all his vigilante friends, putting them in their place seemed to be your new favorite pastime. You first proved it with Spider-Man.

Stumbling in at four AM should mean waking you, but for some reason, you were awake. If he had to guess, you were reading over court documents that he told you needed reading three months ago, and you were just now reading them, but that didn’t matter. Matt could smell the sleep on your skin, the melatonin your body was producing changing your normal functions just enough to give him a sense of your sheer exhaustion. your tiny cold shivers even though the apartment was fairly warm, your tear stained cheeks from yawning, your glacial typing speed, the signs radiated from where you sat. You smelled of him, his shampoo and body wash, his shirt he wore to laze around the apartment yesterday, your deodorant and perfume that you always insisted on wearing at all times, it screamed of comfort, a radiating beacon of calm nestled into his couch and all he wanted to do was bury himself in it. Instead, he carried with him a half dead Spider-Man and an open wound you were gonna probably need to stitch. They had just finished stopping a robbery at a butcher in the seedy end of Hell’s Kitchen, but they hadn’t managed to catch the bad guy, who was insanely good with a knife. He roughed them up pretty bad, and this is how they appeared to you after that fight.

“Well holy shit!” You cried out when you noticed them, clutching your chest, shocked. Your heart rate had skyrocketed, you were blushing, and your blanket had fallen to the ground. So, if Matt knew you like he thought, It wasn’t the fact that he was injured, or that Spider-Man was injured either he presumed, it was probably because you were- “I’m like… half naked, so if your little vigilante buddy doesn’t have your same proclivities, I’m gonna put on pants and brb.”

“I’m sorry!” Peter groaned and smacked a hand over his eyes. Matt dropped him on the couch and flung his mask in the general direction of his trunk.

“Don’t apologize, Matt is always-“ you paused, registering Peter’s tone of voice, his countenance that you hadn’t really picked up on before. “Oh my god. Matthew Michael Murdock, is that a fucking child?” Matt cringed and he could feel Peter do the same.

“Uh… no?” Matt tried, knowing that there would be no way to fool you into belief that Peter was a big boy superhero, who could lift a truck with ease if he wanted, now to you he was a tiny little baby who you would attempt to adopt like a stray cat.

“You’re a shit liar, and your whole life depends on it.” She grumbled grumpily, and Matt smiled even though he should be irritated. He was in fact, not a shit liar, you were just really good at reading him, and it gave him some sort of warm fuzzy feeling in his chest.

“No ma’am, he’s not lying! I just turned 18!” Peter tried to butt in helpfully, but he really was only making it worse. You groaned and Matt winced.

“This is so wrong. You, spider boy, take your hand off your face, you’re bleeding there and we got no idea where your hands have been.” You barked, pulling a first aid kit from under your sink and marching to the couch. “Move sexy, you’re next.” You said smacking his ass and making Peter giggle. He rolled his sightless eyes again, and went to the bedroom looking to shower and change while you sorted out first aid and clothing for Peter, he was starting to realize that you were totally gonna adopt the kid, and he wasn’t ready to be a vigilante father. A shower would help him organize a strategy to get you to back off, but he also forgets that you’re a lawyer too. Should have given up while he was ahead. By the time he got out, Peter had his head in your lap and was laughing through a wince as you stitched up a cut near his hairline.

“So, you recognized him bec-“ he was cut off by you snipping the last of the thread and gesticulating wildly.

“Listen kid, that ass don’t quit! Wether it’s jeans, a dress suit, the devil suit, the black suit, the new one, and god help me if he’s in his stupid silk boxers, it’s like a homing beacon. Round, perfect, and don’t get me started on his thi-“

“Baby! He’s 18!” Matt blushed and Peter only laughed harder.

“Yeah, and I’m teaching art history, Martholomew! High schoolers are all about that shit!” You tapped twice gently on the table, giving him your little winking signal to tell him you’re joking, it instantly made him smile. Everyone has a gift, yours just so happens to be cutting tension.

When you were in court, that smart mouth and keen wit of yours was a killer weapon, often winning you many a case, but when you used it to talk people out of their gloom, it was a beautiful bloom of spring, and Matt was thrilled to be the one that got to hear your musings on a regular basis. You made the smallest of phrases poetry, the finest of details something so titular to a sentence he forgets exactly where your point began and his ended. You were a true wordsmith. He loved it even more when you became a real comedian with those talents, only you having the ability to pull from him such belly laughs that left him in tears for hours from just one off handed joke you barely thought about. Your mind fascinated him, and he hoped to spend his whole life exploring its depths. Right now though? Right now he needed you to stop telling the boy wonder about how hot his thighs were.

“Our father in heaven woman-“ Matt grumbled and you gasped.

“Mattnelius!” You smacked a hand over your moth and chest. “That sounded very close to Blasphemy! And with a child present! You should be ashamed! I’m so sorry for his behavior Peter! Go shower, I’ll find you clothes.” You patted his arm and shooed him from your lap.

“No it’s okay, I’ll ju-“

“Baby we can’t-“

“Boys, I swear to fucking god if you don’t do what I tell you right now I’ll call Foggy, and that girlfriend of yours!” Matt and Peter both straightened up immediately. Peter rushed to the bathroom with a squeaked ‘Yes ma’am!’ and Matt sat next to you with his wound exposed. He sat in silence as you stitched his cut closed, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Honey, he’s not a cat we can’t just-“

“Mathew Michael Murdock, if you say I can’t keep Peter I will go work for Landman and Zach so fast it’ll make your head spin. Now, go get the extra sheets and pillow for the couch while I find the kid some clothes. That’s an order Batman, before Robin goes Jason Fuckin Todd.” You snapped and kissed his cheek aggressively.

“Yes dear.”

The next person you met was Frank Castle, and it was… something. Matt can confidently say that this one was the meeting he was most dreading, it wasn’t like their meeting was ever a good thing, so why would he expect him meeting you would go any better.

Frank was in town hunting down a terrible criminal, Matt knew that. Matt also knew that when Frank hunts somebody down, it’s usually quite explosive. What he didn’t expect, was for his mark to be your client. That client so happens to be the Butcher who’s shop he and Spider-Man stopped someone from robbing. Now that he thinks about it, it was probably Frank. Which means that Butcher probably wanted to eat your liver with a side of Fava beans and a nice Chianti. Yuck. He heard over the police scanner that shots had been fired in the vicinity of the offices of Nelson, Paige, and Murdock as he was out patrolling, and he remembered you saying earlier that you needed to sign and print some paperwork to get back to the judge on your current case. So when a description approximating Frank Castle then came through over the scanner, he booked it to the office. He vaulted in through the window, and there was your client, unconscious in your office, with a bullet wound. Matt would have expected you to be shook up about the whole thing, but instead he heard a shouting match go down.

“No you asshole, I didn’t know he is a fucking serial killer! I’m not omnipotent! Why don’t YOU tell ME what the fuck is going on, because APPARENTLY you LOVE playing God! I mean seriously Castle, what in the name of John Wayne do you think you’re doing? This isn’t the Good the Bad and the goddamn Ugly! You can’t just judge, jury, executioner someone in my goddamn office! Now there’s a fucking bloodstain on my rug, and I’m gonna have to talk to cops! I’m a lawyer and I’m dating a Vigilante Frank, I fuckin hate cops!” Frank’s heart was thudding at an unnatural pace, and he was rooted in place. He was terrified of his tiny girlfriend, and honestly it was hysterical. He couldn’t help but giggle.

“What the fuck Red?” He growled out as Matt stepped over to the unconscious man and proceeded to stop the blood flow so the man didn’t actually bleed out. “Why did you let your girl take him on as a client, are you fucking insane?”

“No, Castle we didn’t kn-“

“IM FUCKING SORRY? Did you just call Matt crazy? Didn’t you shoot him in the fucking head when you first met him?” She fumed and there was an electrical zapping sound, and he felt Frank flinch away from youu. That’s when he noticed that the burnt flesh smell wasn’t coming from the Serial killer, it was coming from-

“I’m sorry, but baby, did you tase Frank!?” He laughed.

“Yeah, that’s why the fucking riddler here isn’t dead!” You huffed, kicking the now groaning criminal in the head to knock him back out. “I don’t have the time to fill out the goddam paperwork! Now take your buddy Deadshot here, and get the hell out.” You grumble and pick up your phone.

“What are you doing?” Matt tilted his head as you dialed 911.

“Calling the cops Mathew, if I don’t, it’ll look suspicious, and I don’t really want to go in for questioning for my involvement in the murder of an ex client!” You growled, throwing a stapler at Frank that he caught with ease and placed on a filing cabinet.

“Ok Castle, let’s go” Matt grabbed his arm and forced him up the fire escape to the roof of the building.

“No fucking way, I’m going back and-“ He started, but you had just hung up the phone.

“If you don’t get out now, I’ll hand you to the police my godDAMN self, and I’ll make sure I tase you unconscious if I have to lock DD in a closet to do it!” She half shouted, Matt couldn’t see it, but he just knew Frank stood there and glared menacingly. Or well, he did until you flashed your taser at him again.

“FUCK! FINE!” He flinched, crawling out the window.

“Have I told you I love you lately?” Matt grinned, pulling you to him with a sweet kiss.

“No, in fact, you have not.” She huffed and pushed him towards the window. You didn’t have to have super senses to hear the cops pounding up the stairs to your floor. “You owe me Batman, now get out.”

Matt meandered his way to the roof, where Frank was still mumbling and pacing watching his target being loaded into an ambulance while handcuffed to the stretcher.

“Now he’s gonna get a cushy fucking hospital stay, when he could be dead.” Frank grumbled, swiping a hand down his face. “I’ll tell you what though, that old lady of yours? She’s…”

“A keeper? Crazy? Super hot? Yeah,” Matt nodded, crouching on a ledge to hear you and the officers better. You were fake crying, he grinned, you were amazing. “I know.”

“Yeah, that. Seriously though, that taser hurt like a bitch. She’s wild.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “Real set of balls your girl. Tell her I said thanks, and if she gets in my way again I’ll-“

“You’ll what, get tased again? Because sure as fuck aren’t killing me!” She laughed from behind them and Frank flinched. “Now get the hell off my roof, do you need first aid?” When he shook his head no, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a gun.

“It was under my desk, be glad I saw it before they came in. I swear to God Murdock, if you say anything you’re sleeping on the couch.” She grumbled and stomped downstairs.

“Jesus red, she’s a-“

“Goodbye Frank!” Matt laughed, rushing towards a robbery happening two miles away.

Two weeks later had been kidnapped by vampires, and it had everything to do with, you guessed it, that serial killer cannibal you got arrested. Yes, Vampires, Matt could hardly fathom that outcome, let alone take on an army of the undead with just his blind ass and a 17 year old. So, Spider-Man called in the troops. Since everyone loved Peter, and everyone was curious about the woman who tased Frank Castle and lived to tell the tale, they all decided to be helpful without being dicks and Matt was truly grateful. He forgot though, that just because they behaved didn’t mean you would.

You were honestly ok, sure, you were surrounded by a bunch of people calling themselves the hand, there were fucking Vampires apparently, and they kept referring to Matt’s super hot and tragic dead ex girlfriend, but you could handle all that. What you couldn’t handle, was that you had to be in court to plead a very big fucking case that could actually earn you money, and you’re stuck HERE! Damn it all to hell, you told Mathew that the vigilante shit was fine if it didn’t fuck with your day job and now here you were, letting it fuck with YOUR day job. What a bummer. Then came the drugs.

Your mouth can only get you out of so much, and unfortunately, these ninjas were entirely unwilling to speak to the Deposition before risking your drug tests for work. At least they were fun drugs! Clearly, they were going to try and knock you out, but your lovely boyfriends buddies reached you before you got enough in your system to make you pass out. So, instead, you were subjected to very vivid and colorful fight sequences, like your brain was trying to put you in a Tarantino film without all the feet. It was Moonknight who removed the IV, and once he did, he was immediately shot three times, but instead of dying bloodied and broken in your lap like you thought he would, he got back up and kept fighting, the bullets falling to the ground as he went. He kept swirling and smashing heads, ridding the room you were in of Vampires and attempting to free you in the meantime, in moments of downtime you got to introduce yourself a bit.

“Shit dude, you’re like… invincible. DD, has gotta learn that one.” You laughed.

Moonknight cocked his head in your direction and you smiled with a nod. “Sorry I haven’t got you free yet hermosa! Little busy, but when I free up you’re Prioridad número uno!”

“Spanish? Cool, and no worries MoonBoy you keep doing the thing, I can wait. I’m not helpful at the moment anyway, can’t stand and WOAH! You can pull a knife from your chest!? Badass! Devilman needs to know the name of your suit guy.” You gasp as he pulls moondarts from the suit and starts slashing.

“Bueno, yeah, you’re definitely la novia then. My suit guy is an Egyptian god so I’m not thinking he’d like that Hermosa.” He winked and you laughed.

“Ooh cool, so you’re a pagan then? I can dig it.” You nod sagely, though with all the drugs, it doesn’t look it. Jake thinks you look more like a broken bobble head. He can’t help but appreciate the fact you’re not freaking out though, that was impressive.

“No, actually I’m Jewish, or well, Marc is Jewish.” He shrugs, “Same body different people.” He has no goddamn idea why he told you that but your mouth forms an ‘o’ like you get it perfectly and you smile. All the while, Jake is still killing vampires left and right while chaos reigns around them.

“Like the movie with James McAvoy uh… SPLINTER! That’s right, splinter. NO WAIT! SPLIT!” You proclaim with a snap of your fingers. “No wait, that’s probably offensive, that guy in that movie was an asshole. You seem chill. The idea is still there though, multiple people, one brain. Very fun.”

“Si, ¡Exactamente! Damn, nobody has ever gotten it that quick.” He muttered and Steven took over the body, having cleared an opening to get you out of the fray or handed off to the next person.

“Right darling! Let’s get you out that chair here-“ He cut your bonds easily and heaved you to your feet and instantly you almost face planted. “Shite, sorry!” Steven hissed balancing you again, “forgot about the whole being drugged thing!”

“New accent! This must be personality two, Hi personality two!” You smiled and patted his shoulder, missing the first pat but landing the second.

“Yes, it’s Steven, and you just spoke with Jake. Nice to meet you too dear.” He chuckled, throwing you over his shoulder and sprinting towards the stairs. He made it all the way there, slashing and punching and kicking as he went, before he had to set you on the steps to continue smashing heads.

“Sorry sugar, gotta go!” Marc plopped you on the stairs and turned to keep killing vampires.

“That’s ok third person I’m pretty sure is named Marc, I can crawl.” Marc was astounded to see you start taking the stairs on all fours, wandering towards the next vigilante that would inevitably pick you up and move you down the line. Daredevil said you were tough, but knowing and following an abstract objective while stoned wasn’t exactly what he was expecting.

“Goodbye I guess, don’t die.” Marc grumbled and nailed a vampire between the eyes with a moon dart making a wet thud as it struck home.

You, still off your ass on whatever they gave you, crawled slowly up the stairs. You flinched as bodies flew past your head and made sickening thuds on the stairs. “Oof, that had to hurt.” You muttered as one dude hit a railing hard enough to break his spine. Then, two doc martens thudded into your line of site and you looked up, very nervous. “Please don’t be a villain, please don’t be a villain, please don’t be a villain…” you slowly follow the length of the legs and are relieved to see, “Jessica Jones!”

“Hello.” She smirked, and reached down with one hand, snatching you up by the collar and setting you on your feet. “You look like hell, I know all about that.”

“Hey Jess- wow you’re strong as fuck, kinda hot!- please don’t wait no-“ she let go and your knees buckled, you started to fall and you felt a hand reach out and hold you up. You looked to see that that hand belonged to Luke Cage and his other hand was lashing out to throw a vampire over the rails of the platform you were on. “Sorry! I got drugged and I’m not so ready to use my legs yet.” You sighed flopping your head down to stare at your useless, traitorous, appendages.

“S’fine.” Luke said, shoving you away from the fray so you just flop into Jessica’s waiting arms again.

“Horn head said you were chill, but not freakin out while we all fight vampires and you’re on drugs… that’s pretty badass.” Jessica mutters, quickly shoving you back to Luke as she throws a wooden board through a man’s chest. You spark with pride at her compliment. Jessica Jones, super powered PI is impressed by your level headedness. Sick.

“Thanks Jones, your pretty cool yourself. ON YOUR SIX!” You yell and Jessica tosses you to Luke, taking out the scary vampire that almost chewed her face off.

“Thanks for looking out.” Luke grunts catching you under one arms and smoothly pushing you to sit on the wall behind him.

“No worries Mr. Cage!” You mumble. He throws the last two vampires in his way over the rails and then sits next to you to watch Jessica work.

“We’re past formalities, call me Luke.” He stretched his hand out and you just stared at it, limbs still numb. You feel like Westley after Miracle Max brought him back from being mostly dead. It was exhausting.

“God, sorry, I would? But it’s not gonna work right now.” You sigh, Luke nods and puts his hand down, staring at Jess once again. “God, you look like a love sick puppy. You good there?” You flop your head in his direction and he nods.

“Yeah, I just. You guys make it work, why can’t we?” He shakes his head and gestures at Jess and you are bamboozled. Really? Relationship troubles? You’re fighting Vampires, this is life or goddamn death here, the Dr.Phil shit can wait…. Then you think, you know what? Fuck it. You kinda get it. There’s something about an apocalypse that makes people question their lives.

“Can I be honest?” You’re not slurring every other word now, so it must be wearing off. “Matt and I work because we communicate. Now, if I understand Jessica like I think I do from Matt’s stories of her, she is like trying to talk to an errupting volcano. Explosive, hot, and rapidly cooling to immovable rock. You gotta figure out how to be volcano proof. That seems like an impossible task, believe me, I get it. Getting Matt to communicate was like trying to get a camel through the eye of a needle. Hah, bible reference, I gotta remember to tell that one to Foggy. Sorry, not helpful. All this to say, I learned that it’s not hard to pass a camel through the needle, if you make it big and obvious, and unable to over look. It works even better if there’s an oasis on the other side, if you catch my drift, but it’s not impossible, just incredibly inconvenient.” You then pat Luke’s shoulder and nod him back over to his lady love, who was kicking major ass.

Luke processed your words with a nod, honestly? The advice wasn’t bad, it was weird, but accurate. Maybe Matt’s crazy girlfriend was right. Eye of a needle? He could work with that. Then he decided to help Jess before she shoved the needle up his ass for leaving her stranded.

You continued to crawl your way through the chaos, watching the various vigilantes do their various duties around you. The next run in was with Danny Rand. You could tell he was annoying from the jump.

“Hello, can I help?” Danny reached out his glowing fist and punched a vampire through a wall (which was cool), then hoisted you to your feet. “I’m Danny Rand, The Immortal Iron Fist, defender of K’un-Lun, Master of-“ Then you shoved him out of the way of a vampire who wanted to cut his speech super short by putting him in an early grave.

You groaned, “Jesus that was close, you’re mouthy, no offense, I am too. Can I be honest? I’m on a lot of drugs, we’re in a life or death battle with magic vampires, and it’s hard to concentrate when you keep saying shit nobody understands. Learn to shut the hell up. Cool glow hand though, you seem nice. Promise I’ll be less of a bitch when we meet again.” You promptly reached your hands above your head in a grabby motion and let Peter swing you to a balcony nobody could access, you let him set you up with his backpack, which apparently had water in it, and you sat and waited for the battle to be over.

You watched the various hero’s fight, and you were honestly impressed. Now out of harms way, you could truly appreciate how fucking cool your boyfriend was. All the people around him had crazy super powers. A dude who can’t die, a kid that can climb walls, two people with super human strength, and a guy that had a magic glow stick for a fist. All those powers, and your boyfriend still chose to go kick as much ass, if not more, than they were. It was kinda hot, no, let’s be honest. It was very hot. Eventually everyone stopped fighting, Vampires dispatched, regular humans headed to jail, etc. you watched as Matt visibly began to tense again, the panic hitting when he remembered he hadn’t talked to you yet.

“I’m up here baby.” You muttered, rolling your eyes at your lack of ability to help, tapping the metal railing to give him an accurate location. Then he began scaling shelves and running towards you at top speed. “Hey, I’m drugged up, I can’t move. I’m totally numb.” You huff. “It’s ok though, it’s working it’s way out of me but I got no idea what it is.” He bundles you into his arms, and you breath him in, leather and cinnamon, your favorite.

“Oh thank god.” He grumbles burying his face in your hair as you finally manage to flop your arms around his neck. He stood and slung you onto his back, climbing down to where all the other vigilantes stood below you waiting on Matt. “Sweetheart did you meet-“

“Yup! Moonman, not a pagan, is secretly three people, can’t die.” You began pointing them out in turn, “Jess, PI, super strength, super hot. Luke, Bar owner, super strength, needs to work out his love issues. One punch man, glow hand, talks too much. Spidey, my baby, stray cat energy.” You nodded, drug induced loose lips be damned, you were proud of yourself. The vigilantes giggled at their descriptions in turn, even Danny found humor in your little rant. “Did I get em all?”

“Yeah baby, that’s everyone.” Matt laughed, kissing your head and giggling into your hair.

“She still hasn’t met Deadpool!” Danny shrugged, and Matt went rigid.

“Iron Fist, you gotta learn to keep your trap shut.” Matt mumbled.

“Oh god, them in a room would be torture.” Jess groaned.

“I don’t know, I quite like the idea. Sounds like a gas.” Steven shrugged in the Mr. knight suit.

“Sorry DD.” Danny grumbled.

“Oh, He has to meet Robin DD.” Spider-Man chuckled.

“Robin?” Jessica questions, looking at Spider-Man with one unwavering raised brow.

“We call her Robin, because the first time she met DD and figured out his identity, she told him that if she had known sooner she could have been the Robin to his Batman.” Peter grinned and looked at the still giggling couple that was attempting to patch each other’s wounds while denying they needed help, you know, like self righteous vigilantes.

“Ah,‘that’s adorable.” Steven muttered, tying up hostages and making sure their undead friends were gonna stay down this time.

“Yeah, it’s pretty sweet.” Luke nodded, helping Danny drag a mountain of a man to a corner while Jessica and Peter catalogued all of the chemical materials and evidence they could with their Cameras.

“She said I was mouthy.” Danny pouted, and all of the other hero’s in the room dissolved into laughter.

You two were lightly bickering back and fourth as they continued with cleanup and waited for their hostage to wake for interigation.

“DD, I’m fine.” you groan again as he feels at the wounds on your hand and forehead. He knows what you’re saying, but he can’t help but take in your racing heartbeat, the slight stench of fear, the terror trembling off you in waves. You put up a great front, and in the heat of the moment you’re a force to be reckoned with, but now that it’s all over, Matt can tell that leaving you alone while he does his duties to the city would be a grave mistake.

“I know! I know. I’m just-“ he fretted and you cut him off, but subtly clutch his hand tighter.

“You’re just full of nervous energy and ready to beat that guy you need answers from to a pulp. I get it. Go.” You roll your eyes fondly and stand, Matt holding out his arms to catch you as if you were a three year old just learning to walk, and you wobble immediately sinking back to the ground and leaning against the wall. The drugs haven’t fully left your system, it’s clearing up, but it’s not gone yet.

“No. Not while you’re injured, it will have to wait till Peter or Jess can take you ho-“ then his whole body tensed and his nose scrunched as if something just hit his senses with a crowbar and a man in a red and black morph suit—No shock there—with two Katanas and a gun busts into the now relatively calm warehouse.

“Alright! Who do I gotta kill. Point me in the way of Nosferatu, Daddy has some silver bullets and a deer park bottle of holy water, and I’m ready to interview with a vampire this bitch!” He stands, one katana and a bottle of water with a crudely drawn cross on it raised in presentation, at the entrance to the warehouse. When he comes in, He is the most absurd thing you’ve seen all evening, and there’s a guy with a glowing fist in the building. You all pause for a moment just staring at this absurd display of ineptitude, but Matt senses Deadpool assessing the situation, taking it all in, and Matt senses him shift his attention to you, and his muscles relax a bit and a grin stretched the terrible deformed muscle at his mouth, causing his skin to creak. Then, as Matt suspected, you are instantly thrown into fits of giggles. Your in full blown belly laughs, he can hear the way you struggle to breathe through your laughter, senses your abdominal muscles contracting, he can smell the salt of your tears as they run down your face, and for a moment he forgives the lunacy of Wade Wilson, and appreciates just how wonderful it is to hear the sweet sound of your laughter. He is thankful for the subtle loss of tension in your shoulders that Wade has so easily caused, just by being him. Then he smells old enchiladas, stale blood, and gunpowder and is reminded all over again why it is he avoids Deadpool at all costs. He’s an assault on the senses, and he’s a dumbass. If that weren’t reason enough, the man is hardly ever on the right side of the law, or decency, and to top it all off, he’s really fucking annoying. However, in this moment, Wade is sending clear signals that he is ready and willing to be his ally. Maybe Matt would need to rethink his stance on the Mirk with a Mouth.

“Fuck me, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while, and I just met a guy whose superpower is that he punches real good with just one fist.” You giggle into Matt’s ear and he can’t help but chuckle a bit as well, using this as an excuse to bury his nose in your hair, attempting to cover up the stench of Deadpool’s disgusting suit. “Who the hell are you, and how do we become friends? Also, they fuck the vampires in interview with a vampire, they don’t kill them. You’re thinking of Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter.” You laugh brightly and thrust you’d hand out to be shaken. Matt resists the urge to smack that hand away from the bacteria infested glove, but is genuinely thrilled to hear the rustle of a glove being pulled from a hand as Deadpool receives your handshake.

“Well that’s easy pretty lady, you don’t fuck with me and I, won’t fuck with you. So are you the crazy bitch who tased Frank Castle or is DD here in for a few million Hail Marys?” Matt is baffled. Honestly, he is. Deadpool came in ready for a fight, and in a need for ardent chaos, and he was actually startled at how collected and calm he was in bantering back and forth with you. Totally at his ease in the steady, witty banter. It’s like you had stopped him in his tracks. Matt kept a close ear on your conversation as he began to help the rest of the group.

“So does he wear the horns when you do the deed, or do they only come out for birthdays and anniversaries?” Deadpool sits cross legged beside you, which is when Wade silently shoos him away. Why should he deal with all the boring stuff when there was a beautiful and interesting woman he could be talking to.

“Oh Mr.Pool, a lady never sucks and tells, but that Mask is pretty hot. The suit does nothing for his ass though.” You scrunch your nose and shake your head, and Wade snorts a laugh while Matt walks away to go deal with the rest of the group.

“He got a nice ass under all that pleather?” Wade huffs.

“Like you wouldn’t BELIEVE man. He’s honestly the sexiest man I know.” Matt shakes his head at your ardent praise with a big silly grin, and Jess bumps her shoulder with his with a breathy chuckle, handing him an unknown chemical for him to identify.

“Well, you’re in the company of absolute beauty now, you wouldn’t even believe how hot I am under here.” Matt can hear Spider-Man chuckling now and shaking his head, and he hears Moonknight mumble about what a lie that was.

“Oh really? Well, secret identities be damned, let’s get a peek at that face huh?” You laugh, and Matt hears the rustling of Fabric as Wade pulls off his mask. He can hear Danny hiss and feel Luke cringe as Wade’s face is revealed. He notes with pride that you never flinch.

“Oh god, Ha! You look like an Orc’s terrible premature love child with the corpse of Ryan Reynolds.” You laugh for a second, then stop when you realize Wade is staring at you slack jawed. “Oh! I’m sorry was that rud-“ you begin to fret, but Wade cyst you off with a boisterous laugh of his own.

“That is the funniest shit I’ve heard all day.”

You and Wade kept up the conversation, while the others began to clean up and categorize evidence. When it came to Vampires and the supernatural, the police were no help so the whole of Justice squarely rests on those who had the power to handle it. They were all biding their time and waiting on their hostage, they had officially gotten everything squared away, Spider-Man had called SHEILD to dispose of the Vampires, and now they sat in comfortable conversation, waiting for backup. When Matt began to hear their hostage stir, he alerted the others, and then they Started bickering over who should do what. It was getting pretty heated until you spoke with a finality that meant business.

“No! Webs can take me home, Moonknight and DD can handle the interrogation, Deadpool and Iron Fist can wipe out any stragglers (because I’m pretty sure some of them are playing dead.), Jess and Luke can handle shield, and then the spiderling can swing back here to help you finish the mission.” Your instructions were met with whining and protest (except for Matt, who knew better than to argue when you meant business), but you weren’t having it. “Oh! I’m fucking sorry, did I ask for all the whining? Or are you all a big group of superpower wielding toddlers!?” You snapped and everyone looked either impressed or properly chastened.

“No you’re right.”

“I guess we can-”

“I’ll get to use my holy water after all!” Came the murmur of replies.

“Good, now hop to it. Take me home spider boy!” You reach your arms out to Peter and he swings you up and out of the building leaving the rest of the hero’s to their own devices. About forty five minutes later, Peter comes back as they plan out what to do about the rest of the vampire problem, and what next steps need to be taken to solve it. All in all, it takes about two hours for Matt to make his way back to you, and when he does, you’re fast asleep. The shield agents reassured him that you just needed to sleep off whatever they gave you, and his other vigilante associates all complimented him on having an amazing girlfriend. His chest was swelling with Pride over how well you took things, and how much they admired you. You truly were an amazing woman.

You were sleeping so peacefully, Matt almost elected to take the couch so he wouldn’t risk waking you. He changed, and decided you would be more mad if he didn’t come to bed. He slips in next to you and preens when you wrap an arm around his waist and sling a leg over his hips. He nuzzles into your hair and cuddles you close, grinning at how wonderful you are to be lying there next to him. “Hi Angel, you ok?”

“Yeah Matty, ‘m fine. Just sleepy s’all.” You yawn so hard your eyes water, and Matt ‘awes’ placing a soft kiss to your crown.

“Well I’d say so, it’s not easy being Robin.” He huffs a laugh and you kiss him just below his collar bone.

“Oh yeah, I’m tough shit, might just graduate to Nightwing.” You mumble.

“Sure, sweetheart, whatever you want.” Then you mumble something into his chest he doesn’t quite catch, and he asks you to repeat yourself.

“Nah, I’ll stay Robin, I could never ditch my Batman, I love him too much.” Matt’s heart swells to bursting and he almost tears up at the weirdly sweet sentiment.

“I love you too Robin, I love you too.”

[fluffyprettykitty]

Purify

Pairing: Frank Castle x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1022 words

Outline: Frank is the kind of man to simply refuse to leave you alone for a second.

Warnings: swearing, pet names, a tiny bit of existential angst.

Author’s Note: This is my entry for @that-sarcastic-writer 's writing challenge! Congratulations baby for this milestone, wishing nothing but happiness in your path, mwah! My prompts were sfw, "am I showering alone? - Absolutely not." with Frankie boy. This was so cute to write and I added some extra feelings just for that extra sparkle :)

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Frank Castle Masterlist

“Frank!” 

You shout followed by a giggle trying to escape his tickle attack. It has only been ten minutes since you devoured the lovely breakfast he had made you and now all you wanted to do was to take a shower. You had plans to go meet your friends in the city for a cup of coffee and is not like Frank hadn’t had already a taste of you but there he was clingy and lovely as always. 

“I need to start getting ready.” You breathe out, desperation evident in your voice, placing a kitchen chair between the two of you. 

“I am not getting in your way. You are the one rearranging pieces of furniture. “ Oh, he wants to act all smart now. Frank shrugs his shoulders trying to look innocent. 

“Cut the crap.” You warn him and turn on your heel, only for him to grab you over your arm and turn you around. He pins you against the bathroom door, your wrists above your head looking at you with a cocky smile. 

“That’s an awful mouth you got there, baby.” He shakes his head mockingly. “I don’t like my baby to use bad words.” You manage to hide very well The shiver you feel up your spine. His possessive nature always riled you on but you knew how to keep yourself in check. Otherwise, you’d always be just a toy for him to play with. You roll your eyes so slowly, knowing exactly the kind of game he is playing. 

Two can play that game. 

“Daddy will let me go and let me have a shower because he loves me and wants me to see my friends and he doesn’t fucking care whether I fucking swear or not.” You bat your eyelashes at him and you watch him as he slowly licks his lips at you, loving your dominant side. Oh, the things he could do to you!

“Alright.” He lets go of your hands but doesn’t move his body away from yours. “But only if Daddy gets to watch.” That wasn’t too bad of a plan actually. But what if he…?

“No.” You roll your eyes again and wiggle your body under him and open the door. Quickly you get inside and close the door behind you. Momentarily you think that he let you go way too easily. You sit by the door trying to decipher what he is doing until you see the door handle moving. 

“I got a question for you, dove.”

“Will I want to hear it?”

“‘Course. Is a smart question.”

“Ah-huh. What is it?”

“Can I watch?”

“Frank!”

“Is a good question!”

“Is a question that has already been answered.”

“Doesn’t hurt to ask a second time. Pretty baby might have changed their mind.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure, baby. Shoot.”

“Can I shower alone?”

He pushes the door more open sticking his head there.

“Absolutely not.”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms together looking at him.

“That is not fair. ” You turn around in protest. 

“You rejected mine…” He whispers, making a puppy face. “I think that was very cruel of you. I am willing to abide by any rules…”

“Abide?”

“Yeah.”

“By any rules?”

“Yeah, baby, anything for you.”

“No touching.” You warn him turning around to give him a stern look while moving the shower curtain away. He is nodding his head in response walking inside the small room. 

“No touching yourself either.” You continue and look at him sternly pointing your dexter at him. 

“I promise, doll.” He grins at you and leans on the bathroom door. “Daddy knows to behave.” Oh, he uses daddy now. Great. 

“He better.” You look at him while turning on the faucet, letting the water run, and then you proceed to take off the shirt (which of course is one of his since is so big and cozy) revealing yourself naked to him. 

“Behave.” You warn him again and get inside the shower watching him slowly stroke his beard. 

He is observing you when you begin to throw warm water on yourself throwing your head back trying to relax. 

“You look beautiful, like a nymph from an old tale washing in a river.” 

You chuckle at that and before you know it big strong hands are on your back massaging you. 

“And like a dutiful knight dedicated to this beauty, I must pay my respects.” You can’t help but laugh softly. His touch is pure magic working on your tendons and muscles so masterfully. He takes the shower head from your hands and put it on its handle, turning you around to look at him. 

“No adult activities.” You shake your head and he obliges opting for the loofah. He uses some product from your favorite shower gel and begins to lather you up. His hands were delicate and intimate, never touching directly any of your erotic zones. He is precise and the look in his eyes is so full of love and devotion to you. 

Truth is Frank’s a pure sweetheart, he could make you melt with just one of his warm smiles. He makes you happy, he makes you feel whole, and right here in this tiny shower, you feel complete. You feel loved and cared for. A small tear leaves the corner of your eyes and he catches it, kissing it away. This was a man who came by, pulled you right out of the darkness, and washed all of your insecurities and past resentments of love away. He held you late at night and worshipped you early in the morning. Held your hand in every street and brought you flowers every morning. 

“I don’t want you to be late.“ He whispers kissing the top of your head and you shallow a lump and look up at him.

“Thank you for loving me.”

“There’s no need to thank me. I love you.”

You press your body on his and hug him tightly allowing the water to fall on both of your naked bodies for a little while. You didn’t mind being a little late.

No, not today. 

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[sukiwrites]

Imagine being Matt's best friend...

...but you don't know he's daredevil so the injuries he gets usually leave you confused and anytime you try to ask about it he dismisses you and says "it was an accident" or "these things happen y/n it's not a big deal".

This time, when you show up at matt's apartment unannounced, you stumble upon a shirtless matt holding a bag of ice to his torso and you can't help but stare at the cuts and bruises all over his body.

You've been Matt Murdock's best friend for years, and although you've always found it strange how he seems to get injured so frequently, you've never really thought much of it. Matt has always been a bit of a klutz, and he's a lawyer who spends a lot of time on his feet, so it's not entirely surprising that he occasionally gets bumps and bruises. But lately, his injuries have been getting more serious, and you can't help but worry about him.

Every time you ask Matt about his injuries, he dismisses you with a casual "it was an accident" or "these things happen y/n it's not a big deal." You've tried to press him for more information, but he always seems to dodge your questions. It's frustrating, but you care about Matt too much to push him too hard.

One day, you decide to stop by Matt's apartment unannounced. You're worried about him, and you want to check in on him. When he answers the door, he looks surprised but welcomes you inside. As you walk into the living room, you notice that Matt is shirtless and holding a bag of ice to his torso. You can't help but stare at the cuts and bruises all over his body.

"Matt, what happened?" you ask, your concern mounting.

Matt looks down at himself as if only just noticing his injuries. "Oh, this? It's nothing, just a little accident," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Matt, this doesn't look like 'nothing' to me," you say firmly. "What's going on? Why do you keep getting hurt like this?"

Matt hesitates for a moment, and then he sighs. "Y/n, please. I can't tell you."

"Why not?" you demand, feeling frustrated and angry. "Why won't you trust me? I'm your best friend, Matt. Don't you think I deserve to know what's going on?"

Matt looks away, his jaw clenched. "It's complicated," he says finally.

"Complicated how?" you press. "Is it something dangerous? Is someone hurting you?"

Matt hesitates again, and then he shakes his head. "No, it's not like that," he says, his voice softening a little. "I just... I can't explain it right now. Please, y/n. Just trust me."

But you're not willing to let it go. You're tired of being kept in the dark, and you're worried about your friend. "No, Matt," you say firmly. "I can't just trust you blindly. I need to know what's going on. If you won't tell me, then I'll have to figure it out myself."

Matt looks at you, his expression pained. You can tell he's struggling with something, and it breaks your heart. Finally, he takes a deep breath and looks at you again.

"Okay, fine," he says, his voice rough. "I'll tell you. But you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone. Not even Foggy."

You nod eagerly, feeling a sense of relief. "I promise, Matt," you say. "I won't tell anyone."

And then Matt tells you about his alter ego, Daredevil. He tells you about the danger he faces every day, and the injuries he sustains in the course of his crime-fighting. You're stunned, but also proud of Matt for being such a brave and selfless hero.

"Matt, why didn't you tell me before?" you ask, feeling hurt.

"I didn't want to put you in danger," he says, his voice low. "And I didn't want you to worry about me. But I couldn't keep it from you forever. You deserve to know the truth."

You nod slowly, feeling a mix of emotions. "I understand," you say. "And I'm glad you told me. But please, Matt. Be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt anymore."

"I'll do my best," he says, giving you a small smile. "And thank you, y/n. For understanding."

After Matt opens up to you about his secret identity as Daredevil, the two of you settle into an easy rhythm of conversation. You joke around with each other, teasing and bantering like you always have. But there's a new level of understanding between you now, and it makes everything feel just a little bit more intimate.

"So, does this mean I have to start calling you Daredevil now?" you ask, grinning.

Matt chuckles. "Only if you want to. I'm still the same guy, y/n. Just with a few extra bruises."

You nod, but then you can't resist taking a playful jab at him. "Well, at least now you have an excuse for bumping into things all the time."

Matt laughs, shaking his head. "Hey, I don't bump into things all the time. Just... some of the time."

You both laugh, and then Foggy chimes in. "You two should just start dating already," he says, rolling his eyes.

You and Matt both blush, but then Matt jumps in with a quip. "Sorry, Foggy. I'm already taken. My other girlfriend is justice."

You snort with laughter, and Foggy groans. "Ugh, you're both incorrigible."

There's a brief moment of silence, and then you can't resist making another blind joke. "Well, at least I know I don't have to worry about him checking out other girls."

Matt rolls his eyes, but he's grinning too. "Ha ha, very funny, y/n."

You all laugh again, and for a moment, everything feels light and easy. But then Matt's expression turns serious, and he looks at you with concern.

"Y/n, I mean it," he says. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. If anything ever happens, promise me you'll stay away from the danger."

You nod, your own expression sobering. "I promise, Matt. But don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."

Matt looks at you for a moment longer, and then he nods. "I know you can," he says softly. "And that's why I trust you."

[russobaby]

too close for comfort

Billy Russo x Female OC

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death

A/N: Just a little teeny tiny something I wrote up when I was feeling mopey. 303 Words. 

It was raining in New York. She watched the water droplets stutter their descent down the hospital window. Was this weather a cruel joke from the universe or an act of solidarity as if to say I am relating to you in the best way I can. The sunken feeling had evolved into numbness and the still energy in the room matched everything she was feeling inside. 

A steady beep to the beat of Billy’s heart being the only thing to ground her to the current reality. The doctor's words replayed in her head and the word “coma” ran on an endless loop. Looking down at the silver band around her finger she thinks back to six months ago. 

-

A different pit settled in her stomach then, concerned over what might make its way up from her stomach and ruin her gorgeous white gown. Billy, being so in tune to her, finds his way to the corner of the church she was currently hiding in (eyes closed tight obviously) and within seconds the unsettled nerves ease into a wave of warmth washing over her.   

“Breathe with me baby.” He whispers to her.

She takes a deep inhale tightening her hold on him followed by a deep exhale releasing all the tension in her body. They do this a couple more times until she’s calmed down and they simply hold each other. The steady beat of his heart lulls her racing mind. By his side she always felt invincible. 

-

Six months. That’s all the powers-that-be, gave to them. She would do anything to go back to three nights ago. She should’ve tried harder to stop him. 

“He’s not at death’s door yet.” A gruff voice shakes her from her thoughts. 

“Maybe not Frank,” she whispers “But he’s too close for comfort.”

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Fall Drabbles, Day 7

prompt: flannel

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

summary: Frank loves that you wear his clothes but would rather you stay warm when you're not feeling well.

warnings: swearing, brief non-graphic descriptions of illness, fluff

a/n: I keep warning for swearing but I don't even think these all have swearing lol. Anyways, another one in the Lumberjack!Frank AU!

w/c: <1k

Treading up the hill through the snow, Frank hefted the pile of freshly split logs to the top of the existing stack, except for the handful he carried under his arm and into the cabin. Kicking off his boots, he carefully placed two new logs into the dying fire, stirring the embers before replacing the screen as quietly as he could. 

The house was dark, quiet—lacking the life that you usually brought to it. That was what he expected tonight, though. He'd been out later than usual, a cacophony of nightmares and intrusive thoughts plaguing his mind as he hacked into tree after tree.  Combined with the fact that you were feeling under the weather, he was glad to come home to a silent house and a diminishing fire rather than an exhausted, yet awake, girlfriend. 

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he plopped down on the sofa, snatching his current read from the end table as he sat. As he made his way through a few chapters, the growing heat from the flames pushed the chill from his aging bones. Shifting onto his side, a soft padding caught his attention. You shuffled out from his bedroom, rubbing your eyes with a yawn. 

“Hiya, sleepyhead.” Frank murmured, catching you as you collapsed into his lap. “How're ya feelin'?“

Giving a half-hearted shrug, you nestled in against him. ”Little better.“ Your poor voice was scratchy and quiet as a mouse. He was overcome with the urge to whisk you back into the bedroom and bundle you up tightly—especially when he registered that your outfit was only a flannel shirt. 

”Hmm, ya don't sound too good. Ain't ya chilly, sweetheart?“ He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing one hand over your exposed thigh in an attempt to warm you up. 

Nodding against his neck, you shuddered. Frowning, Frank pressed a kiss to your head. “Why don't we get ya somethin' better to wear? Ya look adorable in my shirt, doll, but it ain't the warmest choice.”

Making a mournful noise of protest, you wrapped the soft fabric tightly around yourself. “I like it. It's soft, like you.” 

Frank chuckled at the unique description of himself, hand still stroking your bare leg. “A'right, let's get ya some pants, at least.”

Gently setting you on your feet, Frank's heart swelled with a protective affection when you shyly took his hand as he led you to the bedroom. You looked so small in his massive shirt, arms completely dwarfed by the plaid sleeves

Finding his softest pair of sweats, he held them up. “How 'bout these?” 

At your sleepy yet affirmative nod, he gestured for you to sit before slipping the pants over your legs. Tying the string tightly to prevent the oversized fabric from falling down, Frank perched next to you, holding you upright as a coughing fit bent you at the waist. 

“Christ, doll, you ok?” In lieu of a response, you sighed roughly and let him put an arm around your sagging shoulders. “Why don't I make ya somethin’ hot to drink before we both get some rest?” 

“Yes please.” You whispered, hoarsely. Kissing your cheek tenderly, Frank stood up and made for the door—only to be pulled back by your weak grip.

“Can I come?” Your voice cracked around the request and he winced as his own throat ached in sympathy. 

“If you want to, darlin’,” He nodded, grasping your waist to help you off the bed. 

Once in the kitchen, Frank got to work. Grabbing a lemon, some honey, and a bottle of whiskey from the pantry, he pulled you flush against him as the water started to boil—tucking your unusually warm head under his chin and drawing circles over your back. 

Grimacing at the shrill whistle from the teapot, you withdrew from his comforting embrace, giving an insincere smile when he showed you the silly mug he’d set aside. 

Frank made quick work of the task at hand, whipping up the hot toddy with ease and passing it to you. “Careful, darlin’, it’s hot.” 

Nodding blearily, you gratefully accepted the mug, pulling it to your flannel-covered chest with a small sigh of relief. “Thank you.” You murmured, blowing on the liquid before taking a few small sips. Humming appreciatively, you closed your eyes. 

“Anytime, babydoll.”

[aguacatetoast]

Lust at First Sight

You have your sister's wedding next week and you were nervous about conquering it all by yourself, but you find an unlikely guest to accompany you and make it more tolerable.

Wedding!Frank castle x Female reader

Read part 2 here

Warnings: Alluding to sexual activities but no smut!

Word Count: 3, 543

Likes and reblogs appreciated thank you!<3

Your sister's wedding was next week and you were still short of a plus one. You had initially thought of bringing your best friend with you but unfortunately, she was out of town that weekend so you were stuck going alone. You had the constant pressure of your sister asking if you had finally found someone to take with you and you always just shook your head no and laughed it off. Today made precisely one week before the wedding, you realized as you were in your office cubicle organizing your schedule for the next couple of weeks. You didn't want to think about it so you went to the little lunch area and went to get a snack to just distract yourself momentarily. But as if the devil was by your side when you were about to enjoy your snack at the tables that were in the lunch area you felt your phone vibrate. You let out a frustrated sigh and then when you saw the contact name you rolled your eyes, of course, it was your sister. You took a deep breath and answered it "Heyyy Sis, how are you? Excited for next week?" You thought that maybe by bombarding her with questions she would forget the same irritating question she asks every time time "Mhmm yeah yeah Listen.." You knew what was coming up and you sucked in your breath and bit your tongue a bit as you heard what she said "Did you finally find someone to the wedding? I need to know to confirm by tomorrow so.." You roll your eyes and reply "I don't plan on bringing anyone to the wedding, everyone is too busy for me next Saturday." You heard a dry chuckle come from your sister "I'm sure you'll end up finding someone, I'm going to mark your plus one just in caseee" You roll your eyes again and say "Okkk-- but you're wasting your time and moneyyy" You replied to her in the same singy songy voice that she used with you. You say a quick goodbye realizing how much time you had invested into a time-wasting conversation. But then when you turn around you see a timid Frank Castle that you failed to notice out of pure desperation for a snack and then the distracting phone call. You immediately feel embarrassed "Frank I'm so sorry if you heard that it was just my sister being annoying haha" You sucked at interacting with Frank because he was your 'work crush' as your best friend described him. You rushed out of that lunch area, you felt as if it were growing smaller by the second. When you got to your cubicle you felt your heart beating abnormally you took a second to calm down and just go back to work.

After you finished work and started to pack up, you felt the presence of a tall dark man. You were crouched under your desk picking up your bag, when you look up and made eye contact he gives you a soft smile and simply said

"I could go with you if you would like"

The way he spoke so formally to you and the slight rosy tint on his cheeks melted you immediately. You let out a small nervous laugh "So you heard the whole conversation huh?" He nodded and replied, "Fortunately, yes." You smile and stand up to get closer to his eye level "Of course, you can come with me Frank." He gives you another soft smile "Just text me the details sweetheart." You started to throb a bit at the pet name, he grabs your hand and places a little slip of paper. You stuff it into your purse and then you hear Frank say "Can I walk you to your car?" You honestly just needed some time to yourself because if you stay alone with him any longer you won't be able to resist the urge to kiss him, but of course, you said "Yes Frankie" He smiles, and you two walk out of the office together.

"So does your sister always guilt trip you like that or is that only for your wedding?" You laugh and sigh "Unfortunately that is her all the time, and you were proving her insanity right because I miraculously found my plus one." He holds his hands up close to his chest as if trying to prove himself innocent and says "I couldn't let a pretty girl like you be all alone on a special day." You give him a slight push and say "You are such a flirt Frankie" He gives you a confused face as if he doesn't know what you're talking about. Then you see your car and you get a bit disappointed, you wanted to keep talking to Frank. You turn to him and point at your car "Hey this is me" He turns and walks in the direction of your car and you're now leaning against the car door on the driver's side. He hovers over you a bit and you tell him "Thank you for walking with me Frank" He gives you a shy grin and says "Of course any time you want, Take care beautiful" You give him a small kiss on the cheek and he starts heading into his car but not before you get into yours. You don't know what magic your sister has, but you sure as hell were grateful that she had it.

-

You and Frank had exchanged numbers to 'discuss the wedding' but you were hoping it was for more then just that.

Frankie<3: Hey sweet girl, picking you up tomorrow at 6:30, can't wait to see you

me: I can't wait either<3 I know you're going to look very handsome as always

You felt dumb as if you have written too much. You instantly regretted it and put your phone down. You started to feel flushed and went to go wash your face and do your nightly routine before the big night. When you came back you turned your phone on to see

Frankie<3: I'll look better by your side, Goodnight beautiful

You got instant butterflies to his message, although it was very cheesy and it made you laugh a bit you really enjoyed it. You had been looking forward to going out with him for a long time, you were anxious about what your family had to say about Frank. As you drifted away to your sleep you couldn't stop thinking about Frank, and dancing with him.

-

It was the morning and your stomach was doing flips. You never answered Frank last night out of nerves and he hadn't texted you whatsoever that morning, he knew you would be stressed out and complicated. You were at a hotel where your sister and her bridesmaids were getting ready, and seeing as you were her maid of honor, you were by her side. Your mind was just drifting into thoughts of Frank and wondering what he was doing, how was he getting prepared, and if he was ready to face the wrath of your family. After finishing your makeup, you checked your phone and saw one notification. It was a message from Frank simply saying

Frankie<3: 1 or 2

Your eyebrows furrowed, what the hell could that mean, but you didn't want to question him so you simply replied with 2. He answered back quickly and it read "I knew you would pick that", You were confused but you were too busy with your maid of honor duties so you just set your phone down and went to go help your sister.

Finally, it was time for you to be picked up. Your hair was done perfectly, and you were wearing a Navy Blue dress different from your sister's bridesmaids. It was tailored to your body with a different style and cut from theirs but it suited you perfectly, hugging everything in the right places. As you were waiting for him at the hotel you went into the room where you were staying in the hotel. You went to quickly grab some last-minute things and when you had finished gathering everything you went to the lobby to meet him. Once you were there you saw a fancy-looking car, then a strongly built man get out, it was Frank. You couldn't believe your eyes, he looked like a model, which he would never admit to because he doesn't realize how attractive he is. He was wearing a completely black on black tuxedo, maybe that's what you picked out. You went outside and he recognized you quickly and you saw how his face shifted. His eyes searching you up and down until you two finally got close enough to see each other up close. You two made eye contact and Frank had a rosy tint to his cheeks. You smiled at him and he was finally out of his trance and said "You look absolutely stunning sweetheart" You looked down for a second out of nerves and then looked back at him and said, " You look good enough to eat Frankie." You saw him get nervous and what you said got a small laugh out of him and he took your hand "May I?" He said as he led you to the car, you nodded your head, yes, and you saw him open the door for you you got in and he helped you with the bottom of your dress since it was a little long. He closed the door of the fancy car and he went the other way to the driver's seat. He quickly got in, settled in, and looked over at you, but turned around before you could look back at him. You two sat in comfortable silence while he was driving. There were some points on the highway where he would speed up the car as if trying to impress you, you would just laugh while he gripped your thigh saying "Hold on tight." In between your legs you felt intense throbbing as you felt the tight grip of his large hand on your thigh, you could feel some pooling start forming.

-

You guys finally arrived at the venue, it was a beautiful outdoor venue with strings of lights aligned everywhere. Everything looked beautiful, straight out of Pinterest thanks to your meticulous sister that was very specific with her decorations. The lights added a euphoric hue to Frank as you two walked in together. Frank had your arm hooked around his, as you were walking in you were searching the crowd to see if you saw any familiar faces. But while you were distracted looking at the crowd Frank pulled you away from the main entrance and you saw him going to the table of gifts. You saw his other hand with a cream-colored envelope, you looked up at his determined face and you realized you didn't bring a gift to your sister's wedding. You spoke up while looking at him "Frank you're making me look bad at my own sister's wedding, I didn't bring her anything." He laughed and said "I figured sweet girl, I wrote both of our names. I want your family to have a good impression of me." You used your other hand to grip his arm and smiled at him. He proceeded to slip the card into the box your sister got custom-made for her wedding. You two started to make your way to the entrance and saw your table and the extra seat just for Frank which made your heart flutter. You hadn't taken in the fact that he was your date. You were glad that Frank had overheard that conversation between you and your sister. You two sat down at the table and shortly after you saw one of your aunts come in, you started to panic as she saw you, she was making her way toward you. You stood up fast trying to stop her from coming any closer to the table and more specifically Frank. This aunt was known for spreading rumors and lies so you were nervous about what would come from this interaction. "Hello Dear! My, My you look lovely!" You just say a quick thank you hoping it would end the conversation but then she peers over your shoulder and spots Frank looking around. This catches her by surprise and says "Ooh Honey who is that Fine young man? I've never seen him before" You internally roll your eyes, so much for avoiding that topic. Then you sensed a presence and you turn to see Frank, he proceeds to grab your waist and tells your aunt "My name is Frank Castle Ma'am, I'm her boyfriend, it's a pleasure to meet you" he puts his hand out to grab hers and kisses it softly. You were shocked at his actions and you tried to hide your face of confusion as best as you could. Your aunt was taken away by the handsome man who just kissed her hand, you swore you saw a faint blush on her cheeks. She cleared her throat and said "W-well it's very nice to meet you too Frank, so glad that you are dating my beautiful niece, ...Keep him! He's a man you want in your life" while she said that she looked at him up and down and then back at you. Frank just had a cocky smile and you looked at your aunt and said "Thank you so much, will definitely be keeping him!" When you finished saying that Frank tightened his grip around your waist and made the space between you two smaller, and the butterflies in your stomach were growing by the second.

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The ceremony was finally starting and you had to leave Frank by himself at the Table. You went up to go meet up with your sister, she was really nervous was panicking, she told you "What if Mark doesn't cry? What if he doesn't say I do?" You roll your eyes at her and tell her "At this point, you're making up things to go wrong with your wedding, Breathe and calm down let's be logical." Your sister did some breathing exercises and you ask her "Everything good? Are you ready?" She smiled and nodded. Everyone got in Position. Your sister with your dad. You were right behind her with the Best man in your arm, wishing it was Frank instead. Behind you were the other bridesmaids and groomsmen. Everyone is excited to walk down and support the people they love and also to get over the ceremony and actually start the party. The wedding music started to play and your sister started to walk down the aisle, then soon after you followed along searching for Frank. You were smiling at the crowd, mostly out of nerves, then you spotted Frank, he waved at you very discreetly and your smile felt genuine when seeing him. Everyone was in position, and ready to endure the actual ceremony.

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Everything went well during the ceremony, they said their "I do's", and now your sister was officially married, which meant the party was about to start. After your sister said some kind words she declared "The party has officially started !" Everyone made their way to the dance floor, and you squeezed between the crowd to find Frank. He was standing against the wall using his phone, you reached him and tugged on his arm "Are you ready to dance?" He looked up at you and said "I think the question is are you ready to dance with me" \ You would always hope that Frank would ask you to dance but you felt as if maybe he was just not a dancer or too embarrassed to dance in front of people. But you liked that he wasn't predictable, you would've never guessed that he would be bold enough to be asking if you were ready to dance. But as everyone was making their way to the dancefloor the food was announced so the crowd shifted to the buffet. You were ready to encounter the family interactions you were about to have. Frank grabs your hand and holds it tight, almost as if he thinks that you'd get lost in the crowd. You two make your way to the buffet, grab a plate, and then you spotted your parents, you saw them as an opportunity to skip the unbearably long line that had formed. You took Frank with you and there you were saying a proper hello to your parents. Then they turn to face Frank almost as if they were waiting for a proper introduction "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Frank", he reached in to shake your dad's hand to give a kiss on the cheek to your mom, "It's so nice to meet you finally". Your mom seemed to question you for never telling her about your mysterious 'boyfriend'. You proceeded to explain "I had never actually introduced him because I wanted to see if we were actually serious and he passed the test haha" you let out a dry chuckle at the end hoping that they wouldn't question it too much, but then you heard your dad say "It's nice to meet you too son, I hope you've been taking good care of my daughter", Frank put a hand on his chest and said "Of course sir, your daughter is my everything" Your heart started to beat rapidly and you got butterflies, was he telling the truth? Either way, you wanted to know. Your dad chuckled and they shook hands once again. Before you went to go get food your mom pulled you in closer and said "He is so handsome where did you find him?" You laughed a bit knowing Frank heard it and got a bit flustered by it, "Mom he works in the same office as me, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow" You said that to satisfy your mother for a bit, she gave you a smile and a wink and said, "Ok I'll be waiting!" You went back to Frank and hugged him leaning your head on his chest and asking "Have you had a good time so far? I'm sorry I left you alone for so long" He hugs you back setting both of your guys plates down and plays with the back of your arm soothing away your concerns. "Don't worry sweetheart, I've had a good time, I was speaking to your family members and drinking whatever alcohol one of your uncles gave to me" You let go of the hug and grab the plates again handing Frank's his while laughing a bit at Frank's trustworthiness with your family. He smiles at you and you tell him "Thank you for trusting my family so much, they're going to want to see you at every family event now" He simply replies "And I will be there at all of them, just for you." You still couldn't believe what was going on. Was he truly being sincere?

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After eating and seeing the Bride and the Groom do their first dance as a married couple, your sister officially declared "Ok guys now the party has started!" You pulled Frank to dance with you and he was smiling as you two made your way to the dance floor. You were ready to see this side of Frank, you felt as if you two were actually dating and didn't want the night to end. He was already spinning you around and pulling you in close. You would get close to his chest and listen to his heart beating, and then you looked up at him and he was looking down at you he kissed your forehead and pulled you closer. He whispered something to your head but you couldn't decipher what he said, you were just in pure bliss with him at that moment. As if you couldn't have anything nice, you saw your sister go up towards you and Frank and she loudly says "Hello Beautiful, lovely sister, how are you?" You rolled your eyes let go of Frank's chest and just held his hand. "This is Frank castle, and Frank this is my beautiful sister and bride" Your sister did a little kissy-face when introducing her and Frank gave her a soft smile and took his hand out to properly introduce himself "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, couldn't have made it here without you" and then he got closer to your sister and said "Thanks to your phone call" You saw your sister laugh and said "Of course Anytime, so glad you could make it" she ended off her statement with a cheeky face. You felt like an outcast "Great now my boyfriend and sister are ganging up on me", Your sister smiled when you said "boyfriend", "Alright Frankie, already boyfriend status keep it up!" She said that while finding her now-husband and leaving, Frank yelled out to her "Will do ma'am." You were just rolling your eyes and got back to dancing with Frank, it was going to be a long night.

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A/N I ran out of space so I'm making a part 2 !

[jennyo-thewoods]

** Witcher book spoilers ahead (Time of Contempt & Baptism of Fire) **

What if Vilgefortz messes Geralt up so bad on Thanedd that he goes to Brokilon, the dryads wrap him in leaf bandages, and when they take the bandages off it’s Liam Geralt instead of Henry Geralt, and that’s how they handle the transition.

[loubombshell]

Billy scaring you.

"Dinah, I already told you, you'll get the files and the book tomorrow. I'm already home." Y/n opened the door with her phone between her ear and shoulder, closing it with her foot again while she balanced two paperbags filled with groceries. "Yes, Yes I know it's urgent. They're in your office tomorrow, I promise." She told her and put the bags away. "Alright, good night." She added and turned her phone off.

Y/n walked in the bathroom, washing her hands from all the stuff she touched in the grocery store. Then she took her clothes off, leaving her in her underwear and walked in her bedroom. The woman opened her wardrobe and took something comfy out and putting it on.

"You don't have to change for me." A voice behind her said and Y/n frezzed on the spot. She heard the sound of her bedroom door open and turned slowly around. Y/n looked to the side of her bed, looking for her gun.

"You're searching for this?" Billy asked amused and showed it to her. "You look really beautiful tonight." He told her smirking and took a step closer, while Y/n took one back.

"What do you want here, Billy? You want to kill me or-"

"-oh no, I could never hurt that beautiful body." He smirked and the woman put her arms uncomfortable around her body to protect her a bit, which made Billy smirk even more.

"Actually you're right, You've something I want." Billy told her.

"My memories?" Y/n asked him gloating.

Billy raised his head and went with his tongue over his teeth annoyed, still looking to her. "Very funny, but no. I need answers." He added.

Y/n looked to him, a started getting a bit nervous. "Answers, for what?" She asked him, not even looking in his eyes once.

"Did Frank damaged my face ?" Billy asked her straight and Y/n shrugged about it.

"Who?" She asked quietly.

"No! You're not doing this to me!" He screamed immediately and raised his gun. "That's not, how this is gonna work! I'm asking you and you'll give me the answers, understand?!" Billy raised his gun and pointed it at the girl. "I kept an eye on you, I know you and your little Homeland friend are hiding him!" He got even louder and took a few steps forward, holding the gun to her head.

Y/n looked down to the ground, her whole body was shaking and some tears started welling up her eyes, she even closed them out of fear, what's gonna happen next.

"Just look at you. Can't even look me in the eyes. I know you're fucking lying to me." Billy whispered in her ear and moved with his thumb over her cheek, touching her like a porcelain doll. "I read my file by the way, they wrote that we had something special together. How can you be so scared of me then ?" He asked her.

"Last time, you didn't point a gun at me." She told him honestly and her lip started trembling too, when he touched her forehead with the gun.

"That's right, I'll stop it as soon as you tell me where Frank is." Billy explained to her and moved her hair behind her shoulder. "Sit down on the bed." He told her calmly.

"Billy, please-"

"Sit down on the fucking bed!" He screamed at her and pushed her brutally down on the bed. "It's up to you, either you're telling me now or we gonna play a little game together." He explained.

"I-I really don't know where he is now." Y/n told him immediately, when he sat next to her on the bed.

Billy sighed and moved closer to her. "Lie down, on your back." He said, still pointing the gun at her forehead and she did what he said, all very careful. He sat down on top of her stomach and trapped her under him. "I'm sure you know the game, we're gonna play." He added and opened his gun, taking all bullets out except from one.

Y/n looked scared to him. "No, please not. That's sick." She told him and tried to get away from him.

The man pointed the gun at her forehead again and smirked. "Round one, do you start talking?" He asked her and she stopped the fighting, still not giving him an answer.

Billy rolled his eyes and sighed. He pulled the trigger but it just clicked, letting Y/n breath heavily. "Seems like you're very lucky today, I hope the luck isn't leaving you." He smirked.

Y/n let some tears roll down her face and Billy wiped them away with his thumb. "You're a fucking psychopath." She winced.

"All you need to do is talking and it'll be over. Just do it, Y/n. You don't own Frank anything. I really don't want to hurt your beautiful face." He whispered and pulled the trigger once again.

This time it was a click too, no bullet.

Y/n took a deep breath. "Okay, please stop I'll give you his address." She told him immediately.

Billy chuckled. "I knew you're a smart girl." He smirked and stood up, letting her sit up on the bed.

"I-I just need my phone for it." Y/n told him and Billy grabbed her arm, pulling her to her phone with his gun in her back.

Y/n opened the phone with her shaking hands and wrote the adress down on a little piece of paper. "That's it." She turned back and gave it to him.

Billy took it from her and gave her a hard kiss to the lips, which she didn't respond too. She didn't even move a single muscle. "Thanks darling." He told her with a grin and started walking to the door again. "I hope I'll see you very soon. Just remember I'll keep my eyes on you, if you're trying to follow me you'll be dead in just a second. Both of us, don't want that. It'll be such a shame." He said and opened her door.

"Billy?" She stopped him in his tracks. "Please don't kill the girl, she went trough so much." Y/n gave him her last wish.

"As you wish." Billy sat and closed the door with a loud sound.

Y/n leaned on the kitchen counter, holding her head in her hands. "Fuck." She muttered in her hands.