#daredevil comics

You sobbed, thighs trembling around his waist as another devastating stroke punched right into that spot again. Your walls clenched hard around him, slick and fluttering, but he just laughed softly under his breath, psychotic delight gleaming in his gaze.

“Poor little thing,” Dex murmured, leaning down closer so his breath ghosted over your wet cheek. His hand came up to brush a tear away with his thumb, almost tender, but the smirk twisting his mouth ruined any illusion of care. “I’m hitting it so perfectly, aren’t I? Right there… and there… and there.” Each word was punctuated by a sharp, targeted snap of his hips that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

You cried out, fresh tears pouring as the overwhelming pressure coiled tighter in your belly. It was too much, his thick length stretching you open, the relentless accuracy of every thrust grinding against that perfect angle until your whole body shook. Pain and pleasure twisted together so viciously you couldn’t breathe.

Dex’s pout deepened theatrically, eyes sparkling with cruel amusement. “Shh, shh, don’t cry so hard. I thought you liked it when I don’t miss.” He rolled his hips in a slow, filthy circle, pressing right up against that spot and holding there, grinding. “Or is it too good? Are you gonna break for me already, hmm?”

You nodded frantically, half-delirious, choking on a moan as another wave crashed through you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red crescents, but he only grinned wider, clearly thriving on the sight of you falling apart beneath him.

“Good,” he whispered, voice dropping into something darker, hungrier. “I like you like this. All teary and ruined… just for me.”

🐰 you’re always close to him anyways. not in an overwhelming way, but constant - your hand resting on his arm, fingers hooking into his shirt, your head against his shoulder when you sit together. and he starts to notice the little shifts, like how you go quieter when you’re not touching him, how you linger nearby when you need it.

🐰 so eventually, he starts reaching for you first.

🐰 nothing big at first. just his hand settling on your lower back when you walk past, pulling you into his side without really thinking about it, nudging your knee under the table. small, steady things that add up.

🐰 if you ask him straight out - “frank, can i have a hug?” - there’s no hesitation anymore. no teasing. his arms are already open before you finish the sentence. “c’mere, sweetheart.”

🐰 and when you relax into him like that, he feels it. the way you kinda sink, like something in you finally lets go. he doesn’t say anything about it, but it always sticks with him

🐰 you’re sensitive in those quiet ways - too much noise, too many people, everything getting a bit too loud inside your head. frank picks up on it quicker than you think. he’s always watching, even when he looks like he isn’t. most of the time, you don’t even have to ask, his hand already on your back, guiding you somewhere quieter, his voice low and steady. “you’re alright. i got you.”

🐰 he’s not really the type to talk about feelings much, but with you it comes out differently. not just in words, but in how he handles you, sooo much softer than even you would expect. and careful, like he knows you’re gentle and refuses to be the thing that roughens you up.

🐰 after a while, petnames just start to slip out around you. “baby,” “sweetheart,” “honey.” always low, a little rough around the edges, but warm

🐰 on days where you’re extra clingy - following him around, sitting right up against him, asking for kisses every few minutes - he doesn’t get irritated. if anything, he starts to expect it. he might mutter “you’re needy today, huh?” but his hand’s already on your waist, pulling you in closer while he says it, like he doesn’t actually want you anywhere else

🐰 sometimes he’ll look down and you’re half asleep against him, still holding onto his shirt like you’re worried he might move. he’ll just press a quiet kiss into your hair, tighten his arm around you, and stay still so he doesn’t wake you

🐰 and after a while, it’s not just you anymore. he starts to want it too - your touch, your closeness. he won’t say it out loud, but it shows. the way he sits closer than he needs to, the way his hand just rests on you like it belongs there.

 and on the days you don’t ask? he notices straight away.

 “you alright?” he’ll ask, already reaching for you before you even answer.

 because by then, it’s not just your habit. it’s his too!!!

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