Summary: Stuck in a depressive episode, you can’t get out of bed and Frank is right there to cuddle you through it.
Warnings: Depression, brief mention of suicide ideation, hurt/comfort, cuddles <3
Word count: 849
Author’s note: I’m back! I’ve been feeling really guilty for not posting for a few weeks and the reason why I haven’t is exactly what I wrote about here,, I’m just depressed and trying my best to stay alive instead of throwing in the towel. Could realllllly use some Frank cuddles rn. I promise to try and get to your requests soon! <3
A sigh escaped your mouth as you rolled onto your right side and felt the mattress flex under your movements. Through the crack in the curtains you had kept closed all day, you could see the sun was beginning to descend and welcome night into the city, and an ember of guilt for having spent the whole day in bed burned in the pit of your stomach.
You held yourself to the highest standard when it came to being a functioning part of society. It was even easier to be hard on yourself when you shared a life with the Punisher — while your boyfriend was out getting justice for innocent people, cleaning up the streets of the worst scum imaginable, you were doing what exactly? Laying in bed, neglecting the work that had been piling up on you all week, not to even mention seeing friends, taking a shower or eating. You couldn’t even bring yourself to do that.
In fact, you couldn’t even cry about it. The urge made you choke, but the tears wouldn’t come. You were both overwhelmed and numb all at once and it was a terrible, rotten feeling that you wished would leave you alone with all the little might you had left in you.
im so done with seeing articles about kids and screen time that doesnt mention parent behaviors even once. “kids are always on their phones” so are the parents! which the kids look to for how they should behave! ipad babies didn’t chose to only play on their ipads, thats what their parents gave them!
an anecdotal example: when i was a kid, all my parents would do in their minimal free time was watch tv and then they would be surprised when in my sister and i’s minimal free time we would also only watch tv/play video games. they scolded us for not reading books, but they never read books. they scolded us for not going outside but they never went outside.
“kids are always on their damn phones” my mom is in her 60s and opens up candy crush anytime she’s sitting — it isnt just the kids
if i had a nickel for every time charlie cox’s character was dangerously involved with an ex who’s a murderous brunette woman with a european accent, i’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice
This is part 2 of Please Hold so feel free to read that first as little appetizer!
Tags/warnings: E18+ threesome, Frank’s the daddy, bratty Matt getting his just desserts, slight choking/breath play, oral sex (f receiving), anal sex (m rec), overstimulation, cum eating.
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You felt Matt’s entire body tense underneath you. He lifts his head from the pillow, turning towards the door.
“What is it?” you ask, still gently opening him up with your slippery fingers.
He groans hearing the harsh stomp of boots, the jangling of keys like an alarm bell sounding up the stairs. His stomach is suddenly swarming with butterflies.
“Daddy’s home.”
“Oh Matt, you’re in trouble…” you tried to sound sympathetic but you couldn’t stop the corner of your mouth from creeping up as you thought about the justice about to be served.
