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Neighbor || Frank Castle Fanfic

Plot: Kat gets a new neighbor, Frank, who keeps to himself. Until now

Warnings: grumpy x sunshine, franks a little cocky, franks a little intimidating, frank going by Pete 😪

SFW

No foul language (in this part)

Might be future smut if there are more parts

Kat lived in an apartment building that was rough around the edges. That’s putting it nicely so to speak. Mostly criminals and folks who didn’t have much lived here, although she didn’t mind, the ones she’s met or ran into were always kind to Kat. The woman was always kind back.

Recently the apartment across from her was up for rent when her old neighbor moved out. He was a sweet older man, Kat would spend time with him and Dolores, her other neighbor two doors down. But now his apartment was taken, by who? Kat was still trying to figure that one out. She never saw the man (she assumes), he was quiet but quick so she never caught up to whoever he was. Her guess was that he was late 20’s, slim and stalker-ish from how quiet he was. Dark hair maybe. Though she wouldn’t be surprised if he turned out to be a grey haired heavy guy who’s outgoing. She honestly didn’t know.

At the moment though, he was the least of her worries. The woman had found herself in a bit of a pickle, almost literally. Kat had agreed to a lunch date with the sweet Dolores at the older women’s apartment and had asked Kat if she could make sandwiches for them, which she agreed to of course. But the pickle jar wasn’t opening, nothing worked, not a rag, knife, hitting the seal on the counter, nothing. She was fed up at this point, I mean how strong is a jar of pickles?!

Kat: 0

Jar of pickles: 1

“Forget it, I’ll just take you with me.” She huffs, packing away the rest of the food in the basket. The basket may have been a little overboard but both of the women loved it. “Let’s see how you hold up against elder strength.” Kat nods to herself before finally making her way out of her apartment once she pulled on her shoulder cape that matched her dress. Her and Dolores took their picnic lunches very seriously.

As Kat walked gracefully down the hall, she heard the voice of the older woman but what make her frown was the second voice, a man’s voice, with her.

“Dot found a boyfriend huh?” She muttered to herself in a joking manner. As she came up to Dolores’ door, it was wide open which scared her for a moment but then she heard the woman laugh.

“Miss Lane?” Kat called out, stopping at her door frame as she does. In that moment she then seen Dot come out of her kitchen. “Everything okay? Your door is wide open, I thought something terrible happened.”

The older woman just laughed, waving her in while taking her arm in hers.

“Oh no no I’m perfectly fine dear! I was just having troubles with my sink and Mr. Castiglione offered to take a look for me! He is so nice and very handsome.” Dot sends her a wink as she shimmy’s her shoulders. Kat snorts, nudging her arm as she shakes her head at the woman.

“Dot! He’s right there!” She whisper shouts at her, her hold on the basket tightening when she sees the man’s feet lying on the floor, his body under the sink. “Who is he anyway?” Her voice was a whisper again.

“He said he lived in Kevin’s old apartment, right in front of you missy. Why didn’t you tell me this hunk of man was there all this time?” She pointed her finger at her in a disapproving manner, taking the basket from Kat. “For selfish reasons? I wouldn’t blame you.”

“I’ll have you know, miss Dolores Lane, I did not know he lived there, I actually have never seen him, you got there before I did.” Kat sassed, not really caring if the stranger heard her or not anymore.

Before Dolores could reply with a sassy remark, the man, Pete, cleared his throat, awkwardly waving a wrench around.

“Your sink is gonna need some parts ma’am, I think I can Jerry rig it for now though before I can really fix it.”

Kat was in awe of the pure muscle of this man, his height didn’t help either. His hair was long and shaggy, he had a beard to match too. And his hands, god his hands were massive. Dolores was right, the man was a whole lot of man.

“Oh you don’t have to do that! I can buy the parts for it and my sweet Katty can fix it the rest of the way! You’ve done so much already by just looking at it.” Dot waved her hands, motioning to Kat, why was still silent with a straight back. “She’s very handy with her tools.”

Kat lets out a nervous laugh, giving Pete a small wave. The jar of pickles were still in her hand, the marks on the lip showcasing her struggle with them. She seen the amused look on his face when he seen the jar and her outfit and probably at the fact that she could in fact fix things but she didn’t care. She was a woman of many talents. Opening a jar of pickles is not one of them unfortunately.

“We got it from here Mister Castiglione, thank you for helping Dot, it means a lot.” Kat offered her best smile to the slightly intimidating man.

“Pete, names Pete.” He half smiles back, setting one of Kat’s tools down. “And it’s no problem, it’s the least I can do.” He breathes out a chuckle. “If you need anymore help, I’m down the hall, yeah?” He makes his way towards the door, wiping his hands on his jeans before he closes the door behind him on his way out. That’s when Kat had an idea.

“What are you doing?” Dot expresses as she sees the younger woman scram to grab a sandwich out of the basket along with the jar in her hand already and book it to the door. “Kat?”

“I’ll be just a minute Dot!” The woman quickly darts out the door, running to catch up with Pete who was already halfway down the hall. “Mister Pete!”

Frank furrowed his eyebrows at her voice, turning his body halfway to see the woman running towards him. In a different situation, Frank would have been concerned, maybe even scared. This bright, calm, somewhat bubbly girl was running towards him, dark, grumpy, and closed off. It didn’t help that she was wearing pink and him black. Quite literally, the opposites.

“It’s just Pete, ma’am.”

“Well just Pete, I need your help.” She panted out slightly from her running once she stopped, a wide smile on her face.

“And what’s that?”

She wiggles the pickle jar at him.

“If you open this for me, I’ll give you one of my sandwiches in exchange.” She smiled up at him hopefully. Frank was amazed to say the least.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay then.” In a motion, he takes the jar into his large hand, making little to no effort as he starts to twist the lip off. Which comes off the second he twisted. Kat was indeed a little embarrassed. But hey, she got her pickles, a win is a win.

“Thank you, you have no idea how long I spent trying to get the thing open!” Her laugh was very contagious. As she took the jar back, she held out her hand to him with the sandwich in it. “A deals a deal.”

Frank scoffs playfully. She was so…warm. He couldn’t explain it really. So he took the sandwich with a nod. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” He gestured to the sandwich. “You have a good ear ma’am.” He turned to leave again.

“Kat, it’s just Kat.” Her voice sounded behind him, his lips twitching up at her mimic of him.

“Okay, just Kat.” He voiced back without looking at her behind him, carrying on with his day and the tasks on his mind.

Kat let out a giggle, bouncing on her feet some as she makes her way back to Dolores’ apartment.

Pete: 1

Jar of pickles: 0

The end

Part two??? Maybe???

(I don’t feel like editing thisss so I’m not gonnaaaa)

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LOVER || Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Plot: Frank decided to not tell Sam (reader) he was okay after his night out hunting people down.

WARNINGS: mostly smut, smut with some plot, slight dirty talk, slight choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys) etc

18+ only!! MDNI🚫

It had been a long day for both Sam and Frank, she spent the day tracking down a gang of men for him to kill. He spent the day killing said men. Sam didn’t really care for the men he killed, they were bad guys. Murders, rapists, thieves, predators. She never felt anything towards how brutal Frank was to them.

As of right now though, Sam was pissed to say the least. After she had told Frank where the men were hiding, he never returned any of her texts asking if he was okay. She didn’t know if he was dead or being tortured, if he was hurt and couldn’t call for help, she didn’t know anything. It was agonizing.

All she could do was wait. And hate every second of it, I mean it’s not like she could call the cops right?

Oh um officer! The punisher is missing! Please help me find him!

Pfft! As if anyone could find the “dead” man. He was gonna be a dead man the next time she seen him. She planned to let him have all her nasty words for making her worry so damn much.

Hours had passed, the sun set and the morning rose again since she last heard from him. Still nothing. Not a single peep.

Sam didn’t get a wink of sleep it felt like. She should be used to him doing this but she just never was. She cursed him for keeping her up so late when she had work the next day. Speaking of which, is hell at the moment, it’s like everyone in the damn city is getting hurt at the same time and coming to the same place, the hospital.

It was now passed 12, she was heading home now and still nothing from the man. She was too tired to put out a flyer. Too tired to even care about the strangers she walked passed in the night.

Once she got to her apartment door, walking inside after unlocking it, she dropped her bag to the floor and hung her keys before making her way towards her bedroom. That’s when she seen him, Frank, laying on her couch all bruised and bloody. She wanted so badly to be mad at him, to scream till he woke just to scream at him more. To hit him for scaring her so bad. But she didn’t. Instead she grabbed her first aid kit and got to work cleaning his open wounds. Most of the blood on him wasn’t his own but it didn’t bother Sam. What surprised her was he didn’t wake up the entire time, if anything, he fell deeper into his sleep.

When she finished, she cleaned up her mess before heading to bed herself. Although she backtracked to lay a blanket over Frank. She even placed a glass of water and ibuprofen out on the coffee table for him. Then she finally went to sleep, she was just happy to finally close her eyes and not worry anymore.

Morning came quicker then she liked, Sam wanted to stay in bed longer but she heard Frank’s footsteps outside her door. See they had a rule, a boundary like rule. She’d leave her door open for him most of the time but if it were closed, he couldn’t come it. It was an unspoken rule but sometimes he’d break it just to check on her. Although the times she locked her door, like today, made him anxious. He couldn’t check on her. How ironic.

Sam didn’t leave her room yet though, she showered before and she took her time as well. She wanted him to suffer. So after she stepped out of the shower and dried off, she pulled on a large t-shirt, one of his, and a pair of black lace panties. She kept her wet hair down, wetting the top of the shirt. Once satisfied, she finally walked to her door, unlocking it and walking out. She forced herself to not let her eyes look for him, not to meet his eyes. Even when he stood from the couch with a small grunt. She knew he was watching her. He knew that she was angry at him.

None of them said a word as she poured herself a cup of hot coffee that Frank a made. Truthfully, she wanted to ignore the coffee all together because he made it, she was petty. But it was coffee, she needed her coffee.

“Sam.” He spoke first, his voice sending shivers up her back. She missed him so much.

But she ignored him still. She carried on with making herself breakfast, not caring how much noise she was making with the pans she was about to use. As she started making her breakfast, she heard Frank come closer to the kitchen, which wasn’t far from the couch. Subconsciously, Sam held her breath, waiting for him to get closer. She wanted him too. She hated how much control he had over her.

“Sam please.” His voice was just above a whisper, he wanted to hear her voice, for her to yell at him, curse at him, hit him, anything. He needed that from her. He missed her.

“I’m busy.” Was all she gave him, not a glance his way or even an attitude in her tone. His heart clenched, he knew he messed up this time.

He brought his hand up to her elbow gently, feeling her twitch under his touch. She was having a mental war with herself, she wanted to lean into his touch but she also wanted to rip herself from it.

He waited for her to pull away, to react, to do something. She didn’t. So he spoke again.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m an asshole for not calling, for not letting you know I was okay. Sam I’m sorry.” He didn’t stop the emotion in his voice, he was completely and utterly open with her, vulnerable to only her. “I’m so fucking sorry baby.”

She almost broke then and there. Oh how she wanted too. To wrap her arms around him, take in his cologne, feel the rough callouses on his hands. But she didn’t, she felt her pettiness wasn’t enough just yet.

“At least you know you’re an asshole.” Sam pulled her arm away and stepped away from him, moving back to her cooking. But Frank? He wore a grin, he knew she wasn’t mad at him anymore, she was just being a little cruel to him now. He deserved it but he could also handle it. As long as she was speaking to him, it was good enough for him.

“I can make it up to you.” He hummed, gently moving her away from the stove to take over. The gesture annoyed her which amused him. “Sit, relax I know you had a long shift.”

“Oh do you now?” There was that attitude. He missed that. He only smirked to himself as he continued to cook her breakfast.

“I know your schedule, Sammie.” The woman rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath. “What was that?”

“You’re a creep.” Sam grumbled into her cup as she sipped her coffee, loving the burning down her throat. “An asshole creep.”

“Is that my new nickname?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled as he plated her food, sliding it in front of her, pressing a kiss to her temple, keeping his lips there for a few seconds.

“Thank you for stitching me up, taking care of me.” He whispers, his hand squeezing her knee gently. She subconsciously leans into his kiss, letting out a soft breath.

“Who else would do it? Not like they’ll welcome you to the ER.”

“I’m quite comfortable to be here.”

“I bet you are you freeloader.”

Frank snorts, squeezing her thigh with a bit pressure to tease her.

“Easy, you’re the one who leaves your door and window open for me.” His whisper against her hair sent her skin tingling at each word. She quickly started to eat just to distract herself.

“I just forget to lock them.” She hums, shifting in her seat.

“That so?” Frank smirks, gently brushing her hair over her shoulder as his hand moves higher on her thigh. He only received a small hum from her. He didn’t like that. “You have to use your words, sweetheart.” Squeezing his hand tight on her upper thigh.

“And if I don’t?” Sam practically squeaked out, her face was heating up quickly, as was between her legs.

“I’ll have to make you.” He smirks, pressing a kiss to her jawline gently. “And we both know I can.” He whispers to her as he moves his hand up further, letting his hand push up the shirt she was wearing, his shirt. His hand was stopped by hers laying over his.

“Frank.” She whispers, almost a gasp coming from her as she finally looks at him, their eyes meeting for the first time since she left her room.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He whispered back, his nose brushing against hers as he struggled with the urge to kiss her.

Sam lets out a breath, biting her bottom lip as she shakes her head slowly, spreading her legs open further for him. Her hand squeezed his, giving him the green light to continue. But he wanted more.

“I told you to use your words, sweetheart.” Brushing his fingers against her covered heat, he felt her jolt under him.

“I- Frank, I don’t want you to sto-stop.” She panted out slightly, trying to roll her hips against his fingers for more. She needed more. She needed him.

“There you go.” He smirks, pushing his fingers against her more, rubbing her through her panties slowly. “Let me take care of you now baby, it’s my turn to take care of you.” He whispers as he pushes her panties aside, letting his fingers feel her wetness.

Sam couldn’t control the soft moan that fell from her lips as she felt his fingers. Her own gripped onto his shoulder, her other still holding his hand. “Frank.” She panted out.

“Shh shh shh, I got you baby, relax for me.” His words were soothing to her as she felt his fingers slip into her slowly, clenching around them greedily. “Fuck sweetheart.”

Grunting out a moan, she moved her hips against his hand. He pulled another gasp out of her as his callused palm rubbed against her clit.

“Ahh Frank!” Her nails dug into his shoulder as his fingers went deeper, quickening his pace of sliding in and out of her. He loved hearing her cry out for him.

“Atta girl, I got you.” He presses a kiss to her throat as he quickens his hand, curling his fingers in her slightly. She let out another cry of pleasure. “Oh you like that huh? You miss me baby? Mm?”

Sam nodded quickly, panting as she parts her lips when another moan comes from her.

“Yes! Ye-yes yes I missed you.” She was so close to coming as she locked eyes with him, her hand coming up to grip the hair at the nip of his neck. She didn’t care how hard she pulled, she wanted him to know what she felt.

“I’m here baby, I’m here.” He nods, keeping his pace as he kisses up her face. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

She cried out with a loud moan, pushing her forehead against his as she came. Panting quickly as she rides her high. “Fuck Frank.”

“That what you want?” Frank smirked before he quickly picks her up without letting her say a word. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Sam lets out a squeal as he picks her up, seeing he was taking her to her bedroom, her cheeks still flushed.

“Franky.” She whispers against his ear, nipping at the lobe, knowing it would drive him crazy. “I want you to fuck me.” She smirked against his ear as he practically sprinted to her room.

Sam laughed out as he tossed her onto the bed, his hands immediately working on his belt as he eyed her down. With a small hum, Sam slowly slides off her panties from her hips and down her thighs, wiggling her hips as she does. She smiled at the hungry look in his eyes as she slowly opened her legs for him, inviting him in. That only drove him to work faster, ripping off his shirt and dropping his pants to his ankles as well as his boxers.

“God you are beautiful.” He grunts as he moves to her, grabbing and pulling her leg closer to him, kissing her roughly. He was so desperate for her lips, her taste.

Moaning against his lips, she rocked her hips against his. Gripping his short hair, she flips them, sinking onto his cock slowly as she straddles his hips. She loved his grunts of pleasure. They mixed so well with her own.

“Shit. You’re perfect baby.” He pants, his large hands covering her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as she bounces on his dick. “Look so beautiful riding me.”

“Ahh!” Her moans were almost screams, moving her hips to ride him faster, his hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly. “Fr-Franky!”

Grunting out, moaning against her neck as he messily kisses her skin. He felt the growing heat building in the pit of his stomach as he left his marks on her skin.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me come, sweetheart.” He pants out, his hand coming up her back to grip the back of her wet hair. “Agh you take me so well-“

Sam’s moans cut him short, sinking her hips as far as they can go onto his cock. She could feel her second orgasm coming on quickly. “Mmm make me come Franky, fuck.” She slowed her hips, leaning down to kiss him, cupping his cheeks.

Returning her kiss greedily, he lets go of her hair, moving it to her throat and squeezing, driving his hips up into her quickly. His grunts filling her mouth.

“Ahh! I’m- I’m coming Frank!” Her walls clenched tightly against his cock, pulling ruthlessly as she comes. His moans follow closely after, the clench and warmth of her sending him over the edge, coming inside her.

They both pant against each other’s lips, a small laugh coming from Frank as Sam breaks a smile, kissing him softly.

She gently hits his chest. “You ever do some stupid shit like that again, you’re sleeping outside.” She whispers playfully. Frank chuckles.

“As long as I get to hear your voice, I’ll do whatever you say, sweetheart.” His whisper was soft as he kisses up her face gently, earning her soft giggles.

The end.

I hope you enjoyed this😋and no I’m not gonna edit it or reread it for typos, I’m to tired too, goodnight peeps!

Also this was my first smutty fic! And first one shot! Pls be nice😪

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