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selfish - frank castle x reader
hey y'all back in action with another porn no plot one shot
all i'm saying is,,, they knew who their target audience was with this (or are we just all mentally ill?)
summary: frank shows you what it means to be a real, selfish man.
informal warnings: frank is the selfish man in this, but I was the selfish woman writing this. couldn't get this out of my head as I started season two of the punisher, and frankly (haha get it -- sorry) after this scene you wouldn't be able to either
as always, the actual warnings: vulnerable frank, #sadboihrs for both the reader and frank, smut, porn no plot, choking, dirty talk, and ROUGH frank
anyway... selfish:
“what’s your type?”
the million dollar question. the one that you had been troubling yourself over for years.
“my type?” you repeated, eyeing the man who asked you. “or my pattern?”
he tilted his head in curiosity. “both.”
you chuckled. “my pattern… well, they’re usually useless. man babies.”
it was his turn to chuckle. “you like taking care of them, yeah?”
you shrugged. “i love taking care of people, but not men that de-age into babies as time goes on. did you know a guy i dated asked me how to boil water once?”
“you’re joking,” he took a swig of his beer, eyeing you. “no way that’s true. made that up.”
“i wish,” you laughed, rubbing a hand over your face. “i’m also not making it up that i stayed with him two years after that.”
“sounds like your fault.”
you nodded. “the pattern made me realize what my real type is.”
“what?”
“it’s corny.”
“say it.”
a smirk attempted to appear on your lips, but you pushed it back down. “i don’t like selfless men.”
he let out a laugh in disbelief at that. “you and every other chick.”
you chuckled too. “i heard this an analogy once… if you’re falling over a cliff, would you want your person to save you? or someone else about to fall on another side of the cliff?”
he stopped talking then, listening intently.
you kept going. “obviously, i’d want the other person saved… but in my head, when i’m all alone and there’s no one that has to be saved… sometimes it’s nice to think that someone would be so selfish that they would save me over doing what’s right.”
“you could live with that though?” he asked, narrowing his eyes, a bit of judgement lacing his words.
you shrugged. “never been the person that was saved, so i’m really not sure. it’s not that i want to be saved or anything — that’s super fucking corny. but man, a fucking masculine man, putting you over other things? deciding that in that moment, you’re what matters to him? i spend all my days being selfless, putting myself in danger so other people are saved… and i’m tired.” you took a swig of your drink. “i’m really fucking tired.”
“why don’t you save yourself, then?”
“for the same reason you’re here,” you sighed. “when have we ever been selfish, frank?”
he laughed at that, but almost scoffed. “i don’t do anything i do for anyone but me.”
you swallowed then, clenching your jaw. “so many people have wronged you… but you’ve only done what you’ve done because of how people have wronged those you loved. hate to break it to you… but you’re as selfless as anyone could be.”
he folded his lips underneath his teeth and stared aimlessly off into the distance. there were bags under his dark eyes, and no amount of sleep or beer would ever take them away. the man would never know peace, and your heart broke at that. however, it was nice to know someone was going down the rabbit hole with you.
“i don’t think i’m selfless,” he finally spoke after a bit.
you raised an eyebrow at him, calling his bluff.
“i did the things i did because my family was what was most important to me,” he admitted. “that’s selfish.”
you swished his words around in your mouth a little, and decided he was right. the spin on your words made you nod, agreeing with him. “i see your point.”
“so, what?” he asked. “you want a man that would choose you over innocent people?”
you huffed, standing. “i know you know that i never said that. i’m saying that in the back of my mind, it would be nice, just once, for a selfish man to decide that i’m all he wanted. it would be nice to know that i don’t always have to carry the weight on only my shoulders.”
he didn’t say anything then, staying planted on his seat on the floor. he twisted the bottle in his hands and listened to you.
“if i’m being honest with myself…” you began, swallowing your heavy statement. “i would prefer if they saved the innocents, but only so i could die, as i probably would falling in that situation, with a clear conscience. all i’m saying is… it’s a heavy fucking burden always doing things so i don’t feel guilty.”
you walked away then, not muttering a goodbye. frank didn’t say anything either. you heard him raise the bottle to his lips once more before you shut your bedroom door behind you.
it would be an hour or so before you heard a gentle knock on your door. there was no yelling or screaming outside, so you were grateful to hear there was no imminent danger present. in your tiny pajamas, you answered the door to find none other than frank. he was leaning against a wall in the hallway that led to your door, only a couple feet from you.
he didn’t say anything when you came face to face with him. he just stared at you, placing all of his focus on your confused face. it would be a few moments of silence before he finally stepped closer to you, and placed a calloused hand on your face.
you froze. frank castle never touched you, especially in that way.
“wanna know my type?”
you stared at him and swallowed thickly. your lips parted to whisper, “sure.”
“an escape,” he whispered back. “i know what you meant by always having the dark cloud of duty hanging above your head, ready to kill any moment of peace you happen to get your damned hands on. i’ve done everything i’ve ever done for the people i loved, and i know the only way for me to experience any fuckin’ joy is with another person.”
his dark eyes held your gaze, and you soon grew lost in them and his words. you swiped your tongue across your lips and stepped closer. you could feel frank’s breath on your chin, but you couldn’t breathe. his scent, his stare, and his fucking words were more intoxicating than any alcohol you had before.
“you want an escape, frank?” you softly asked, eyes darting to his lips.
“i do,” he stated, before he lowered his head and kissed you.
his free hand immediately came up to the other side od your face and pressed against your cheek. there, he held you in the palms of his hands as you rested your hands on his thick, muscled chest. his lips were dry and cracked, but you didn’t care. the fire that brewed from his affection was enough to fill any of the cold, dark, and lonely places inside of you and you greedily drank from anything he offered.
“you want someone to want you, darlin’?” he asked in between kisses.
you hummed in agreement, not wanting to break apart your kiss for anything — even words.
“can’t get you out of my head, sweetheart,” he spoke, dipping his tongue into your mouth. “need to feel those long legs around me.”
you whimpered at his words, letting his tongue dance with yours. you could taste the heineken on his tongue and savored every bit. “please, frank… i need to feel you so badly.”
“i’ve got you, darlin’.” he picked you up by the backs of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around him. the pads of frank’s finger tips dug into your flesh and a warmth spread throughout you. “those fuckin’ legs.”
you would’ve giggled, but you were too consumed with the very touch of frank to even care. you pulled at his shirt and threw it over his head, sad to break the kiss for even a second. you immediately went to his neck and began to nip at the thick skin, causing a growl to rumble in the deepest parts of his rib cage.
“y’drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he grunted. “sweetest fuckin’ kisses.”
“oh, frank…” you moaned against his neck before he threw you onto the bed. you turned over onto your back to face him. he locked eyes with you as he stood over you, muscles naturally flexed as he undid his belt. your mouth watered at the sight of the fucking man before you, taking off his belt for only you. the way his shoulders, pectorals, and arms worked in the dim light of your room… that man would be the death of you. you hissed, “you’re such a tease.”
he smirked at that, throwing the belt somewhere in the distance. “think you’ve just never been with a real man before,” he replied, before engulfing you into another kiss.
frank’s hand dipped into your shorts and immediately went for your slit. your body fucking sang at finally being touched the way you needed to be as you arched your back into frank, his chest pressed against yours. when frank began to run rough circles around your clit, nothing could hold back your moans or him swallowing them whole.
“only took off my belt, and this is how wet you get?” he asked, biting down on your neck. his long, thick middle finger dipped inside of you as his thumb worked at your clit. he tapped against your upper wall and you keened into his touch, whimpering his name. “now i know it’s the men before me. barely doing a fuckin’ thing and i’ve got you like this.”
you nodded pathetically, just wanting him to continue. “it feels so good,” you gasped, bucking your hips into his hand. “please, please — don’t stop, frank.”
he leaned over and pressed his chest against yours before his lips found your neck once more. his kisses were wet and sloppy, and there was nothing better than feeling the weight of a strong man above you working at your needy pussy. his rough movements against your sensitive skin were sending you into a frenzy as if nothing mattered in the world besides frank — your world started and ended there. your body felt hot — steaming from everything this man was doing for you with barely any effort. your whimpers and gasps fueled frank’s movements as if he couldn’t get enough of them.
“such a good girl f’me,” he said before he bit down on your neck and kissed the spot. “y’get so worked up, i want to see what it’s like when you fall apart.”
“i’m so close, frank…” your voice was hoarse and full of lust, and you were about to break any moment.
“that’s it, baby, yeah,” he spoke, slipping a second finger inside of you. “cum all over these fingers baby. let me taste you after.”
“fuck, fuck, fuck —!”
your world came crashing down onto you. your strength was no match for frank’s, but with the way your back arched and body curled into him, your chests both rose off the bed. he wrapped a strong arm underneath the curve of your back as you fucking sobbed his name, holding you to him and supporting your weight.
“that’s it, darlin’,” he grunted against your ear. “yeah — that’s it. keep cumming for me, fuck…”
your hands grabbed at his thick biceps and you grew lost in his movements against the most sensitive parts of you that never ceased. your hips were rolling in circles with his fingers and your vision went hazy.
“so beautiful like this f’me,” he groaned. “might be mean and not let you stop.”
“fuck, frank,” you cried, whimpering for him. your body fell limp against his arm, and he lowered your bodies back down to the bed. during your comedown, frank kissed at your neck as his free hand ran up and down your body. his other hand continued to rub against your pussy and it was driving you fucking crazy. “let me ride you — please.”
your voice was full of desperation, and frank smirked down at you. he slipped his fingers out of you and rolled off of you onto the bed. you tugged his pants down to his thighs, not wanting to waste any time. you were so greedy, but he didn’t care. he smirked as he watched you pull down your tiny shorts. you straddled him, pressing his chest to yours, as you sank down onto his thick cock.
“my fucking god —“ you gasped, your pussy stretching around him.
frank immediately grabbed your throat and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight. he placed the tips of his fingers in his mouth, and tasted your juices that remained on his skin. there you were, impaled on his cock, hovering over him as you watched the most sensual thing you had ever seen him do. his dark eyes were locked on yours, but your lips parted as you watched him taste you. only a smirk remained on his lips.
“sweetest fuckin’ pussy i’ve ever tasted,” he spoke. “now show me how she rides me.”
he roughly pushed you upwards so you stood up straight. the angle made a whimper leave your lips, as he was now fully inside of you and the deepest anyone has ever been. you planted a limp hand on his stomach, and began to roll your hips against his.
his calloused hands found your hips as he threw his head back against the bed. the tendons in his neck were on full display as he stretched his head back as far as he could. the pleasure he felt was spreading all throughout his body, and he couldn’t help but go taut at the feeling. you watched his mouth fall agape and his eyes close as a moan pushed passed his lips.
the pads of his fingers dug into your hips and pushed you forward and back. even his fingers were strong and had control over you, and you couldn’t help but willingly give everything over to him. your whines filled the room, getting lost in your own pleasure with him. there was nothing like the sight of being thrown into vulnerable pleasure with the man under you, succumbing to your touch.
“fuckin’ god —“ he moaned, raising his head back up to keep his eyes locked on where your bodies connected. “never felt so fuckin’ good.”
his hoarse voice caused you to move faster as you ground your hips against his. his hands were rough and desperate as they pulled you up, down, back and forth — until you didn’t know which way was anything. all you knew were the directions of frank’s hands, and you followed in suit as he dragged you down another road of ecstasy.
“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he groaned. “never enough for her, huh? needs more, even after what i did?”
“yes, yes,” you whimpered pathetically. “your cock feels so good, frank. so fucking good.”
“yeah, darlin’, that’s it,” he grunted, brown scrunching together. “such a good fuckin’ girl f’me.”
“fuck, frank — don’t say that,” you cried loudly, biting your lip. “feels too good when you say that — i can’t cum yet.”
he immediately reached for your neck and pulled you down to him. you gasped at his rough touch, but your hips never stopped. he bent his knees so your ass could bounce off of them, giving you more leverage. his cock curled deeper into you, hitting your cervix.
“oh my — god —“ you sobbed so close to his lips.
“nah, baby, that’s not how this works — you’re gonna take everything fuckin’ i give you,” he grunted. “i know y’want to be a good girl f’me, yeah?”
“yeah, yeah, yes —“ you were incoherent at this point, ready to tell frank anything he wanted to hear as he bucked his hips into yours. “frank, i’m so close — how —“
“love a needy pussy like this,” he spoke, pulling you closer by the throat for a kiss. “you gonna be good to me? you gonna cum around my cock?”
“fuck, yes —“ you sobbed. “i want you to cum with me, baby, fill me up.”
that set him off. he rolled both of you over before you even knew what was happening. he had you pressed against the bed, hand still around your throat. you grabbed at his arm, loving having the feeling of his strong muscles hold you down. you wrapped your legs around his back as he threw his hips into you. over, and over, he drove himself inside you.
“dirty fuckin’ girl,” he growled, biting down on the skin of where your neck and shoulder met.
that was it. that was how you crumbled a second time for frank that evening.
you fucking wailed his name.
you grabbed at every part of him you could, struggling to hold on for dear life. your body shook with convulsions as your pussy tightened around him, locking his cock in place. nothing could stop his strong hips as they continued to rut into you — riding out your second orgasm of that evening.
you fell back against the bed, fucked out and gasping for air pathetically. frank pressed several kisses to your neck before he stood up on his knees, leaving your weak body below him. you pushed yourself to your elbows with whatever strength you could muster. frank grabbed you by the hips and you watched him slam his hips into yours.
you watched his forehead scrunch as his mouth fell agape. his chin was almost tucked to his neck as his eyes never left where his cock fucked into you.
“use me just like that, baby,” you cried. “i want your cum inside me.”
his strong, trim body went taut as his orgasm hit him, and you watched hungrily as the man before you fell vulnerable to the only pleasure he could allow himself these days. you watched as his conscious mind slipped further and further into the sensation until every ounce of stress and exhaustion left his face. you couldn’t help but bite your lip in pride and satisfaction — knowing that you will never see a more beautiful sight like frank castle using your body to get off.
you fucking loved selfish men.
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DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN NOW EVERYONE GO WATCH THIS SCENE -L xox
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nicole my love !
where do you stand on brat tamer!frank …… would he be quick to react? grabbing your jaw after you give him attitude, raising his eyebrows at you with a warning “watch the mouth, yeah?” in that thick raspy voice? or is he rubbing a warm hand in circles on your lower back, quietly muttering a “don’t gotta act out for attention, baby.” i need 2 knooooow 🤗
— princessbrunette ♡
an; thank u for the request princess, sorry it took so long but i love u dearly 🤍 i always seem to take your requests in a little crazy direction so just bear with me (also note to everyone please ignore the verb tense changing like halfway through it turned into something of a drabble and i don’t feel like fixing it. so enjoy.)
cw; female!reader, mentions of blood/violence, cockwarming. that’s about it.
18+ only mdni
i think frank would be pretty good at reading you. he knows what makes you itch; like when he leaves his boots, carelessly splattered with the blood of a lowlife (or three) that will surely be named in tomorrow morning’s newspaper, strewn haphazardly on the living room floor for you to trip over when you get home. or, when you ask him about said lowlife(s) and he brushes you off, mumbling something about how it doesn’t matter anyways, and they got what was coming to them, before disappearing for the third night that week. it makes you feel so goddamn lonely.
it was these things, among others of course. sometimes frank castle was just so goddamn stubborn it made your skin crawl.
buuuut, frank also knows what makes you feel better. knows how to handle you when you start letting your irritation show. he’d just accept your little quips and snide remarks for a while. let you take out just a little bit your pent up frustration out on him—i mean, he kinda deserves it sometimes, right? he knows this, you know this. and yet, he knew exactly when to make it right.
“fuck you, frank,” you muttered as you frantically pulled your shoes on, already late for work. everything had already gone wrong for you that morning—your first alarm didn’t go off, your shower was lukewarm at best, and you burnt your last bagel. and now, as you were ready to leave, frank suddenly decided he wanted to talk.
“whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.” his tone was firm, a hand coming out as if in warning. as annoyed as you got, you hardly ever swore at frank. “what’s wrong with you?”
there he is.
“what’s wrong with me?” you asked incredulously, grabbing your keys off the hook. “wha- what’s wrong with you?! you’re fucking gone almost every night this week, i’m getting calls from karen practically every five minutes-”
“she’s just-“
“don’t you fucking dare play dumb like you didn’t ask her to check in on me,” you cut him off quickly, pointing an accusing finger at him. you knew how you were being but you couldn’t help it at this point. “i can handle myself, frank. maybe if you just told me what the fuck was going on i could just-”
“you could just what? hm?” his voice was quiet, but commanding. his arms crossed in front of him as he postured intimidatingly toward you, eyebrows raised in a silent challenge to keep talking. your mouth snapped shut immediately, heart jumping as you lowered your hand that was still hovering mid-air.
you swallowed thickly, putting your keys into your bag with less of a rush, suddenly more careful of your movements. he watched you thoughtfully for a moment, before slowly making his way toward you, boots heavy as they met the hardwood below. you could do nothing but stare at him as he came closer, irritation suddenly the furthest thing from your mind.
“you, uh…” he paused, not for lack of words but simply dramatics. “you think you’re pretty tough, that right?”
“i never said that,” you replied quickly, shaking your head and averting your gaze. his hand was quick to grab your chin, forcing your head up to look him in the eye.
“‘i can handle myself.’ ain’t that what you just said?” his voice was low and rough, like he’d just swallowed sandpaper. your breath came out trembling, and when you didn’t answer fast enough for his liking, his grip grew tighter, rattling you a bit. “you answer me when i’m talkin’ to you, girl.”
“y-yes, that’s what i said,” you answered, voice wavering slightly. his gaze was piercing, eyes searching yours for a moment before releasing his grip, leaving you stumbling backwards into the front door.
“everything i do is for you,” he starts, adam's apple bobbing as he reaches out to place a more gentle hand on your arm, thumb rubbing your skin in soft circles. his eyes are still ablaze, and the dissonance makes you shiver. “everything, everything i fuckin’ do out there is to make sure none of my shit makes it back home to you, you got that? i’m not gonna let anyone lay a finger on you.” you find yourself nodding, mindlessly, letting his words soothe the irritation that had built up inside you. his calloused fingers find their way back to your face and he rubs his thumb across the plush of your lower lip, gauging the intensifying rise and fall of your chest.
he knows you. he knows what you need.
he nods almost curtly in understanding, letting his touch linger a bit longer just to feel the warmth of your shaking breath. “now you watch your goddamn language when you’re speakin’ to me, sweetheart. go on.” he jerked his head toward the door before turning around and heading for the kitchen without so much as another glance in your direction. “you’re gonna be late.”
you were in fact a few minutes late to work, but you were exactly on time getting home, that’s for sure. maybe even a few minutes earlier than usual.
and frank was waiting for you, of course he was. it was barely five minutes from walking through the door before he had you completely stripped, sitting obediently still in his lap as you wept into his shoulder.
“easy,” he cooed, squeezing your hips to keep you from rocking too much. “you quit all that cryin’ and start talking.”
your tears darkened his shirt as you clung to him helplessly, stuffed full of his thick cock and intoxicated by his voice.
“i-i just wan’you to talk to me, frank,” you cried, grasping weakly for purchase on his shoulders. “you get so distant and push me away…but i just wanna be helpful to you.” your voice was quiet and almost conspiratorial where you whispered into his neck, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses into his warm skin. “i just-
“hey, hey, hey,” he cut you off, grabbing your neck to pull you back and look into his darkened eyes. his voice was rough with restraint—it was nothing short of a miracle he was holding it together, what with you clenching around him desperately with every breath. “none of that. you wanna know how you can help me?”
you nodded fervently.
“by stayin’ your ass right fuckin’ here,” he grit, eliciting a pathetic moan from you as he drew you in impossibly closer. “by wakin’ up in the mornin’ and goin’ to work like you have been. by doin’ what i say, when i say it. by trustin’ that everything i do out there is for you, it’s for you.” he punctuated his words with a press to your lower back, guiding you to roll your hips against him slowly. “that’s how you can help me. you got that?”
“yes, frank, yes, yes,” you whined, letting his words placate you as you began to move against him with more eagerness. “i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry-”
“shh, shh, shh, you don’t apologize,” he soothed, his voice strained, blunt nails digging crescents into your plush skin. “you don’t apologize to me, girl, you just take what you need baby, you take it from me, yeah? you take it and then we can talk, baby, just fuckin’- oh, fuck- you just take it-”
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so yeah, frank knows how to handle you and your bratty attitude just fine.
#princessbrunette#frank castle#frank castle smut#the punisher#frank castle x reader#frank x reader#frank castle x you#frank x you#the punisher smut#frank castle x f!reader
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across the hall - part 2 (Frank Castle x fem!reader)
part 1
cw- eventual smut, 18+ , nothing crazy<3
notes- definitely placed in the beginning of season 1. I know he goes by a different name at that time but… I don’t really care lol. I have no clue where this is going but it’s all my fingers will type today so I’m rolling with it. lmk what we think:)
Frank opened the door in plaid pyjama pants and a grey tee. Rubbing at his eye with his palm and leaning up against the doorway.
“Hey,” he seems a little surprised. Like no one has ever knocked on his door before. “You lose your keys again?”
You’re momentarily distracted by the stretched fabric across his body. Muscles in his arms bulging and flexing involuntarily as he crosses them against his chest.
“Oh, um, no I just- uh, I wanted to say thank you, for the other night. You didn’t have to do that and … yeah just, um, I made you this.” You bring attention to the casserole dish in your hands. “Just as a little thank you.”
He wants to smile but for whatever reason he bites it back. Nodding slightly and shrugging his shoulders. “Was just bein’ a good neighbour.”
“Yeah, but I mean, you didn’t have to. It was just really nice and I, um, I appreciated it. A lot.” You shift on your feet. Glancing down at your bunny slippers and pyjama pants.
“What is it?” Frank opens the door even more, nodding to the dish. He’s inviting you in. Not verbally. But he backs into his apartment and expects you to follow.
“Uh, lasagna. Hope you like it.” You step in and he closes the door behind you. “It’s still needs to go in the oven. A half hour?” You suggest, handing it to him.
He turns the oven on and places the tinfoil covered dish inside. Turning around and looking you up and down. You figure you weren’t supposed to notice that.
With his gaze on you, you find yourself suddenly a little self conscious of your pjs. White top, probably a little see through though you didn’t want to check. Faded pink striped pyjama pants and those fucking slippers. Why couldn’t you have just slipped on some flip flops. Anything else.
“Kinda late for dinner, no?” He cracks a smile to let you know that he’s not being rude. Just making conversation, acknowledging both of your attire.
“Well you work late, right? I mean at least it seems like it… I don’t know when you get off work or anything-“ you’re rambling. You do know when he gets off. Almost every weekday at 8 pm you hear his door unlock. It’s sticky, catching on the wooden frame. That’s how you know. It’s louder than anyone else’s in the hall. And, most of the time, you get home from college at the same time. Running into him in the elevator and walking alongside him to the two of your doors. At least on the days you decide to study.
Frank nods. Leaning up against the counter. A little smirk visible in the dim lit apartment.
“You want somethin’ to drink?”
“Oh, no I’m ok. I should get back to bed anyway.” You stutter, motioning towards the door.
“You’re gonna make me eat this whole lasagna all alone?”
You open your mouth but nothing comes out.
“Stay. Have a beer. Or water. I have water. Wine? Think I got some wine somewhere in here,” Frank is already in the fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of beer. Same as the other night.
“Beer’s good.” You finally answer.
“Here. Take a seat.” He hands You the bottle and pulls one of the stools at the island out for you.
You sit there and wait for the timer on the oven to go off. He asks you what you do. What you’re studying in school. How you like it. You ask him about work. What he does, how he likes it. Typical small talk, only this time you’re here on purpose. Not out of necessity.
When the timer goes off he makes you up a plate. Sitting next to you at the island, you eat with him. You’re not very hungry, seeing as you’d already eaten dinner. But you didn’t really want to leave. Not after his comment about eating alone. That pulled at a heart string.
“So…” you try to come up with more conversation. An empty plate and a fork in front of you both. Only a few sips left in your beer. “You live alone?”
He nods. Taking a swig of his beer.
“Oh. So you don’t… have a girlfriend or anything?”
He doesn’t know wether he should smile. Instead he just shakes his head. No girlfriend. Ok. You don’t want to admit it but you’re glad he said no. Even though you don’t know him very well, you feel drawn to the man. Big and burley and quiet. Handsome of course. And something else that you can’t quite put your finger on.
“You uh,” he swallows, “you have a boyfriend?”
“No,” you huff a little laugh. Though it’s not very funny.
“So your buddy from the elevator…?”
“Oh no. That’s- he’s just my roommate. He’s got a girlfriend. Several actually,” you laugh awkwardly and wish you could smack your forehead.
“Lady killer, huh?” He cracks a smile.
“Somethin’ like that. Definitely thinks he is,” you smile back and take a few more swigs of beer. Not really feeling a buzz but definitely more relaxed. You don’t know why you’re always so anxious around Frank. He’s much more kind than the energy he puts off in the hall.
Two more beers and a few awfully raunchy roommate stories later and you find yourself back on his couch. Laughing so hard your stomach hurts. your slippers are kicked off and across the room. You’re sitting there, criss cross applesauce beside him and demonstrating the size of a hot pink dildo that your freshman year roommate forgot to take out of the shower. Frank is laughing and covering his face with a palm. Like he’s actually embarrassed for the girl. But you’re both a little tipsy so it really doesn’t matter.
“So what, you’ve never been the bad roommate?” He asks. His hand so close to your knee it’s burning hot.
“I mean…” you bite your lip. Trying not to smile and give yourself away.
“Ok. So you have. How?” He nudges your leg with his own. Urging you on.
“I have not!” You laugh. Trying to uphold your dignity.
“I’m callin’ bullshit. Pretty girl like you? No way you don’t have a few skeletons in that closet.” His hand is on your knee now. Undeniably there. Resting. Squeezing.
You blush. You can’t help the way your face heats up. He called you pretty. And he’s touching you.
You swallow, “I- I’ve had a couple of hookups that, maybe weren’t exactly the quietest. Or… safest.” You try to keep it brief. Hoping he’ll let it be at that.
“Safest?”
“Well… there was a bathtub incident, where he, um, broke his foot. And a… well a bed frame incident as well…” you’re face is burning. You can’t believe you’re admitting this to your neighbour. One that you definitely wouldn’t mind seeing shirtless again. One that you’ve been picturing in your bed for a much longer time than you’d care to admit.
“Hmm,” He hums a little laugh but he doesn’t bother asking for any explanation.
“What?” You ask. Nervous of the answer.
“Nothin’,”
“No, you were about to say something, go on.”
“I don’t know. You just didn’t strike me as that kind of girl. Always carrying all those books around. Seemed like the kinda girl who goes to school and to church and that’s it. Just… I don’t know. You surprise me.”
“I’m full of surprises, Frank. I think we both are.”
He nods. You have no idea.
“Besides, I don’t even go to church,” you finish off your bottle with one last sip. Placing on the floor beside the couch leg.
“No?”
“Why did you think that?” You ask.
“You’re up at 8 every Sunday. Dressed all nice. Figured that’s where you go.”
He notices you every Sunday. How does he notice?
“I meet a friend….for brunch. Been sort of a ritual since school started,” you explain, “how do you- how do you know that?”
“Hm?”
“How do you know that i’m up at 8 on sundays?”
“I see you, walking down to the corner of the street,” He points to the window. “Hear your keys in your hand as you leave the hallway. And I know about 4 minutes later, I’ll see you on the sidewalk. Going towards the lights.”
“So you’re spying on me?” You tease. Smiling like an idiot. He notices you! Frank notices you and he has for weeks. All while you’ve been trying to muster up the courage to talk to him in the elevator or the hall. He’s been doing the same thing.
“It’s not spyin’ if it’s general knowledge. Anyone can see you leavin’ the building.” He defends himself but you know he’s smiling.
“Yeah but you’re obviously the only one who notices.” You sit up straighter. Suddenly feeling really close to his face. Looking into those deep brown eyes.
“Trust me when I say, I’m definitely not the only guy who notices you.” His eyes keep darting away. Like he’s afraid of you seeing into them. Seeing into him.
You bite your lip. Not knowing what to say. It’s a compliment, though you’ve never been very great at taking those.
“Hey, Frank?” You ask, redirecting his attention back to your eyes. Your voice is quiet. Shy. “Would you wanna go for brunch sometime?”
“I got a better idea. Stay the night, and I’ll make you breakfast this time. How’s that sound?” His hand on your leg is squeezing you gently. And his words are pulling you even closer.
“I’d like that,” you breath out, nose almost touching his. Hand coming up to the side of his face, “I’d like that a lot.”
You press your lips to his and your suddenly thankful for all the beers he gave you. Feeling a hundred times more courageous than you typically do.
His hands are wrapping around your waist on no time. Pulling you around to straddle his lap. To kiss him and feel him underneath you. Hands roaming his broad shoulders and down his chest. His own hands dragging under the thin material of your long sleeve, sending pinpricks down your arms from the touch.
Your tongues taste of beer as they trace over each others lips. Muffled moans threaten to creep up your throat as you feel him grow hard underneath you. Grinding against his bulge, only the thin fabric of your pyjamas between you.
He picks you up by the backs of your thighs. Lifting you and him both to maneuver you around. He wants you underneath him. Your back hits the leather couch and his forearms frame your face. Coming back down to meet your lips again, you reach for his shirt, pulling on the hem. He lets you lift it over his head. Your own shirt quickly after. Pants being tugged down all rushed and inpatient before you find yourself inviting him in between your legs. Heels wrapped around the small of his back and your nails dig into his shoulder blades while he enters you slowly. Giving you a minute to adjust to his size.
His kisses are hungry. Warm and, somehow, already familiar. His beard tickles your jaw but you can’t complain. It feels too good. Him. Inside of you. Hands wrapped around your waist and pulling you closer as he fucks you. The sofa is creaking with every thrust but he doesn’t seem to care. Whispering sweet nothing in your ear. You can barely hear them you’re so high. Intoxicated by the taste of him. The feel of him. Nothing is going through your mind except him and how fucking good he feels.
“Frank, I’m- oh god I’m getting close,” you let him know with your lips brushing his neck the whole time. You want to kiss every inch of him. Every spot you can reach. He doesn’t mind. Going even faster at your announcement. Determined to get you there before him, because at your words, he’s trying so fucking hard not to finish in your tight, warm heat right here and now.
You press your forehead to his collarbone, fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling and tugging and silently telling him that you’re there. Your breath hitches and he feels you convulse around him. Your orgasm takes over and a warm, euphoric wave spreads throughout your core. Frank pulls out and hot, white ropes coat your lower belly. His own face pressed into your neck. A shiver of pleasure runs through his spine.
You catch your breath in his hold. Gripping his arm and the back of his neck. Trying to pull him back for one last kiss.
He obliges, pressing his lips to yours and leaning back, forcing you to follow and sit up with him.
“Sorry, I- you can shower. I’ll go get it started.” He days between kisses. But you shake your head.
“It’s fine.”
“No I shouldn’t of-”
“I liked it.”
He nods. Eyes closing and melting back into your kiss. Hands still refusing to leave your body. Feeling and memorizing every soft curve of your waist. Your hips. Your ribs and the dip in your spine.
“Can I stay? Can we- can you-“ you take a deep breath, “will tou take me to your bed, Frank. Please?” You ask and he feels his cock twitch. Fuck. He can’t say no. He doesn’t want to say no. He wants to fuck you in his bed until the sun rises. He wants to tell you to stay every damn night for the rest of your life. To move on in and give him a damn kid. He knew he was hooked from the first kiss. Screwed really. There’s nothing he can do except see it through. Ride it out and let the universe do the rest.
Before you know it your legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s carrying you through the apartment, lips on his the whole way to the room. His foot must have tapped your empty bottle, knocking it over to roll along the floor, clinking against the linoleum.
Distracted by eachother, you don’t seem to notice, and he doesn’t seem to care.
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eager [f.castle]
summary: you come home to your boyfriend hammered and clingy. secrets are revealed.
pairing: frank castle x fem!reader
fandom: mcu
word count: 1347
warnings: reader throws up, literally all fluff n loving, frank being the bestest<33, touch starved reader, a little talk about reader punishing herself, frank uses all the good pet names😋 and he cooks!!
note: i’m back from being banned😭🤭 i had so much fun n i’m so proud of this so if anyone is mean I WILL CRY. and i’m sorry there’s no readmore line again but tumblr is all buggy and deleting bits every time i put one in:((
“Fr-Frankie!” Your voice slurs as you worm your way into Frank’s lap, your head lolling with the effects of the alcohol. Your mini dress rides up as you climb and he presses his fingers into the soft curve of your hip, drawing you in. You settle into him with a smile.
“Hi, pretty girl,” he chuckles. He didn’t know what exactly to expect when you came home hammered at 2am, but it wasn’t this. You’re not overly fond of affection at the best of times, pretty much avoiding contact altogether, so for you to be initiating this at all, zero coaxing involved, is strange.
“I missed you,” you giggle, craning into him as he pushes the hair from your sweaty face. A hum rips from your throat and you hook your arms underneath his on the sofa. He brushes his nose across your jaw.
“I missed you too, baby. You feelin’ alright?” he asks, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead; you’re hot to the touch. You nod, pressing your nose to the juncture of his neck and inhaling; you’re met with the scent of slight sweat and the last tinge of cologne from the previous day.
“So pretty…” you say, your hand reaching out to stroke Frank’s face in bewilderment.
“Hm?”
“You.”
“I’m pretty?” he laughs.
“The pr-pre-prettiest.” Your words start to merge into one and he shushes you, soft lips grazing your temple.
“My girl is prettier,” he answers, voice dripping with sincerity. You frown, head shooting up to meet his eyes.
“Who’s your girl?” you ask, the beginnings of tears getting stuck in your throat. In your inebriated state, you have honestly forgotten that Frank is your boyfriend. “I’m- I’m gonna f-fight her.”
“What’re you gonna cry for, baby? I’m talkin’ ‘bout you.” He keeps his tone light, cupping the back of your head with his calloused hand.
“Oh.”
“Silly thing. Why would I want anyone but you?”
“‘Cause I never wanna cuddle,” you pout. He shakes his head.
“I don’t care about that. Sure, it’s nice to cuddle, but I want you to be happy most of all.”
“Can I tell you a sec-secret?” you whisper, although it’s comically loud - almost louder than your normal speaking voice. You hiccup, pestering your way further into his lap.
“Yeah?”
“I always wanna cuddle.”
“That so?”
“Y-yeah. Scared you’ll get annoyed so I don’t say anythin’. Wait for you to ask.” His expression softens and he kisses your head. He never realised that you might be depriving yourself of touch to punish yourself, or worse, because you thought you’d be irritating him. He can’t get enough of you.
“Oh, baby. My baby.” Drawing you closer, his body engulfs yours completely; you mumble something halfheartedly, curling into him. Everything seems to shake ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly and you’re sure Frank doesn’t notice. He catches your expression, brow furrowing. His closeness has you breaking into a full body flush. “You’re shaking, darlin’.”
“Jus’ don’t let go of me,” you whisper, pressing your face to his chest.
“Alright, ‘ve got you.”
You stay like that for a while, cradled in his arms, eyes closed, until your stomach lurches uneasily. You blanch, dry heaving.
“Frankie…”
“Mm.”
“Gonna be sick.” You retch, trying to scramble free of Frank’s grasp and run to the bathroom. Instead, he lifts you with virtually no effort, sitting you in front of the toilet and gathering your hair at the nape of your neck just in time for you to start emptying your stomach contents. He soothes you with the softest voice, kissing the back of your neck and whispering encouraging words despite how disgusting you must look right now.
“Attagirl,” he murmurs, “What a good girl.” Your eyes flutter closed and you slump against the toilet seat, breathing heavily. He immediately lifts you, flushing the vomit away and closing the seat; just that helps the nausea ebb away as the seconds pass. He perches you on the seat, wiping your sweaty face with a cold cloth and grabbing the toothbrush you keep at his apartment at all times. He spreads a little toothpaste over the bristles, parting your lips with his thumb and brushing them gently.
“Good girl, let’s rinse your mouth,” he coos; you oblige without thinking, letting him hold you up by the waist and wipe your face with a towel. Your body goes completely lax and he cushions your head with his shoulder, handling you as though you’ll break at any second.
“Love you,” you mumble, hooking your legs around his waist as he hoists you into his arms. He makes for the kitchen with you securely in his hold.
“I love you too. You feel a bit better now?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s get you some water and something to eat, pretty.”
“‘m not hungry!” you squeak, hiccuping drunkenly, although you’re considerably less plastered than when you got home.
“You don’t have to eat it, but it might help soak up some of the alcohol, alright?”
“‘kay…” you trail off, worrying your lip between your teeth.
“What you thinkin’ about, hm?”
“Nothin’.”
“I can hear the gears turning. C’mon, out with it.” He kneads your side with sympathetic fingers, squeezing and releasing, squeeze, release.
“‘s it okay if I wanna touch more? Like cuddle ‘nd hold your hand?” Your voice is a fragment of its usual volume and you wince, preparing yourself for the rejection before he even has time to react.
“How could I say no to that, hm?” The relief at his statement is palpable. “If you wanna hang onto me forever like a little koala bear, I wouldn’t say no to you. You know that, baby. I want you to have everythin’ you’ve ever wanted.”
“Jus’ want you,” you murmur, peppering a trail of kisses over his face and neck. “Love you so much.”
“C’mon, my pretty. Whatcha fancy to eat?” He smiles, setting you down on a stool, hands out to catch you should you wobble tipsily. Once he’s sure you’re steady, he moves to the fridge. “How about some eggs?” You shake your head, nose scrunched.
“They make me feel sicky.”
“Alright, darlin’. How about pasta?”
“Pasta sounds good, Frankie.”
“Pasta it is, baby.”
You admire him shamelessly as he busies himself with your meal, ogling his thick biceps and his sharp jawline. The black t-shirt he wears hugs him just right, exposing his muscular physique to you.
“You enjoying the show, darlin’?” he drawls amusedly, sending you a cheeky wink. You flush, averting your eyes.
“Sorry.”
“C’mere, pretty girl.” His arms open and you wobble off of the stool and into his embrace. The affection, still so abnormal to you, makes you tremble.
“I’ve gotcha, baby. Not lettin’ you go anytime soon.”
Finally, when he’s finished making the pasta, something you never thought someone would do for you, let alone at half past two in the morning, he sets it onto the table and sits down, inviting you into his lap. You clamber onto him, hands roaming his chest. You’re eager to feel his skin on yours, fingers splayed over his throat and under his t-shirt. This new found appreciation for his touch has made you greedy and Frank is in heaven.
“Should’a gotten you drunk sooner if I knew you’d be this needy, baby.” He beams at you, dotting kisses over the entire expanse of your face. With his free hand, he spears a piece of pasta with a fork and lifts it to your lips. “Here, darlin’.” You take it gratefully, humming.
“‘s good!”
“Attagirl.”
You eat in silence until you’re full, pushing the bowl away and curling your body into Frank’s.
“Sorry I kept you up.”
“I couldn’t sleep without my girl anyway.”
You giggle; the lilting sound compels Frank to kiss you, his lips melding against yours like a puzzle piece.
Before he can find it in himself to move you, you’re fast asleep against his shoulder, snoring softly with your arms underneath his t-shirt, cool against his warm skin. You cling to him even as you sleep soundly.
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Unnamed
Authors note: this idea has been floating around in my head for a few weeks, the idea of being a siren and unable—unwilling to subject someone to the power of your voice. Even if there are established feelings would it be ethical to use it? How can a person who is compelled consent? Better to keep silent, no matter how much it hurts. This is tiny, not beta’d and random but here it is.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (modern day siren)
Word count: 500
Warnings: a sprinkle of angst, allusions to sex / slight description - (18+ no minors), supernatural elements
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It’s easiest when he’s excited.
The smile blooms naturally as he explains the intricacies of flying, of all of the schooling it takes to be a pilot, the pride beaming out through his eyes. It’s so simple to bask in his voice, the warm honey tone of it eclipses the lack of yours.
It’s easy when he’s tired. When he tumbles into your bed or his after a particularly busy day. His heartbeat under your ear is the perfect soundtrack before the darkness of sleep swallows you both. It almost feels like he’s forgotten the question, forgotten to wonder why exactly you deny him the sound of your voice. It is a folly though, he never forgets. Never stops wondering, never lets it go no matter how calm and relaxed he may seem.
It's hard when he’s inside you.
When his hips are slotted between yours and his cock is hard and heavy inside, the muscles of his back bunched tight under the soothing sweep of your hands. The song of your pleasure bitten between clenched teeth, fighting to stay hidden and you think that maybe this makes it worse for him. Makes his hips move faster, makes him work harder to pull you apart.
It’s hardest when he asks.
The honey in his eyes and in his voice somehow extra syrupy when he voices the question you fear most from someone you love. The longing in his expression, the soft clutching of his hands at your shoulders, your wrists, your fingers.
“Why won’t you just speak to me? I don’t understand—I love you. I don’t care what you sound like.” He always reassures, always expresses his assurances that his love doesn’t, and has never come with conditions.
But you will, they always do and I could not bear to see that look in your eyes
The truth is they’ve all said the same thing. All of the lovers that have come before him. Every single one. They all hear your voice and change, become possessive and mesmerized all at once. The thought of how those lovely, crinkled eyes glazing over under the spell of your song, the curse that lived in somewhere in the back of your throat is enough to harden your resolve so a sad shake of the head is all you can offer.
He sighs at this, and for now his hands still hold onto you. A resigned nod of his head and your heart breaks for him. Would have been easier if he thought you couldn’t speak, but the possibility of that had been ruined on your first meeting. The young daughter he shared with a former partner had been the catalyst for your meeting. He’d found her sitting on the bench beside you, discussing her love of dogs the way only little girls can.
His relief at finding her safe and sound was palpable, the cloud of terror gone and replaced with euphoria. He’d thanked you profusely, offering his gratitude and the gift of his smile freely. He was too beautiful to ignore, to walk away from.
Later on, once everything had passed he remembered that when he first saw you, you’d been speaking to his daughter.
My voice doesn’t work on children.
He could never know that though, could never truly know what you were or why he would never hear you. Would never fully understand, that you keep quiet because you love him.
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ruined | frank castle
frank castle x fem!reader
word count: 5.6k
warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (fingering, oral m receiving, blood kink kinda, mxf intercourse, kinda dom frank/ edging? hes a sweetie in my eyes so even when hes rough hes nice) canon typical violence, mentions of death, graphic description of blood and injuries, general gross shit
a/n: this is a lil darker than I usually go so idk how good it is but i could not control myself, IDK BYE
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Another sniper shot whizzes past your head and you hear the crack of a skull as it finds its target. You see the victim fall to his knees, blood pouring from the bullet hole where his eye used to be.
Fucking Frank.
He’d been on your trail for weeks now, interrupting your little revenge stunt, and he was impossible to shake. Of the four meetings you have had with The Punisher, he had won two, and you had won two.
When you say won, it wasn’t really a victory, both of you bloody and barley breathing in the aftermath, but one of you always ends up on top. You dont know why he didn’t kill you last time, he was all threats and close shots, but as soon as he held you down, forcing you to stare down the barrel of his pistol, he didn’t take the shot.
You think its probably the same reason you didn’t tear his throat out after he ruined your entire mission, blowing up the factory you were meant to break into, destroying all the information you were so desperate for. You couldn’t help the little burn in your stomach when he held you down, and even though you spat at him, and he swung his fists and hurled insults at you, neither of you made a move to end it.
Right now, though, you think you could fucking kill him.
Shoving the dead weight of another corpse off your legs, you roll to cover, loading up your pistol and firing a couple of warning shots. You would not miss this chance again, not when the man you were after was so close. You hear a door open downstairs, and you take a quick look over your shoulder, not seeing the tiny reflector of Franks sniper. He’s moving, which meant you were already behind.
Cursing, you smash through the exit door on the roof, taking the stairs three at a time. Four guys wearing matching red jackets burst through a door below you, and the gear is practically a target on their backs.
That jacket was your red herring, and you dont even blink before firing, three of the four going down before they even see you. Dropping down a floor and landing on the railing of the stair well, you swing your legs and wrap them around the last guy and use your entire body weight to yank him to the side. You feel the crack of his neck under your thighs, jumping off him and continuing down the stairs, and when see his lifeless body drop down the stairwell, your eyes follow it and you spot him.
Franks crew cut is unmistakable to you now, you almost recognise him faster than your own reflection. He smashes a guys face into the railing and you see the splash of blood on the wall. You stop at the set of stairs above him, a wicked look across your face. He drops the head of the now dead man he was beating on, and finds your gaze.
“We gotta stop meetin’ like this.” He growls at you and you launch, hearing the click of a gun but its too late, your already on him. Using the momentum of your jump, you smash your knee into his chest, finding the bullet proof vest with the white skull painted on the front covers more of the blow than you would like. It doesn’t even give him pause and he swings, a giant fist colliding with the side of your head.
If you hadn’t brought your arm up to block it you knew he would have knocked you out cold, and you can hear the shuffle of feet on the floors below you. Pushing away from Frank you jump down the stairwell, landing and taking off after the man you were here for. You can see the briefcase swinging in his hand as he darts across the street and into the building Frank was sniping from. You raise the pistol and fire at the guys ankles hoping to knock him down, only to hear the click of a blank, and you might as well of aimed it at your fucking head.
You hated guns, and this was why - unreliable. You throw it on the ground and sprint, sliding across the incoming car. You can hear the beat of helicopter blades and you know you dont have long before he gets in it, and whisks away your only chance at ending them.
You race up the fire escape, and you are about to take on the last flight of stairs when a bullet scrapes past you. You swear you could feel the kiss of cold metal from its casing it was that close, and you dont have to look to know who could place a bullet like that. Frank wanted this guy dead, but you needed him. He was the only one with information on your brothers death, and you would be damned if some giant hulking idiot shot you before you got to it.
You can hear him coming up behind you when you reach the roof top, the wind from the incoming helicopter buzzing around you. You see the man with the brief case, his eyes widening when he sees you. Its only when his eyes flick behind you and he screams that you realise whats about to happen.
You have about two seconds to decide. You either let Frank shoot this guy and hope you can reach him fast enough to force him to tell you what you need to know, but you know Frank doesn’t miss - unless he’s shooting at you.
Your other option is frustrating, and makes you burn with anger, but you know its the only one. You have to keep this mother fucker alive, and even if it means he escapes this time, you’ll have to rely on your shitty tracking skills to find him.
Seething, you turn and kick Frank right in the balls. Its a cheap shot and shows nothing of your expert training, but the slightly pained grunt that comes out of him works well enough. As soon as you turn you see the briefcase disappearing into the night sky, your entire plan for the next few weeks going with it.
Frank still stands behind you, and he’s off guard. You smash your elbow into the side of his head and grab him by the black and white vest, slamming him into the wall, his head colliding with the brick. He spits out blood when the wind gets knocked out of him, and its not enough, not nearly enough after what he just cost you.
This night took you weeks to figure out, hours and hours of tracking schedules, watching shift changes, and here he comes with a sniper and a few years of playing soldier and fucks it up. You punch him again in the gut, and you tell him so.
“You know what you just fucking cost me?!” Your right fist smashes into his cheek bone. “Do you know how long this took me?!” You swing again, but he dodges and your fist collides with the brick. Your bones shatter and you cry out, Frank sweeping his leg under you, letting your body hit the concrete.
In an instant he’s on top of you, and your arms swing at him. You dont care how much it hurts, how the throbbing of your shattered hand shoots up your arm, so painful you nearly pass out, but you keep swinging, anger blinding you and charging your movements.
“You tryna’ save that piece of shit? Huh?” He goes to punch you in the face but you dodge, and his thighs tighten around your waist, limiting your movement.
“I need his fucking briefcase and the codes for it, which I cant get if I let you shoot his brains out!” You are screaming but no one can hear it but you and Frank, and your just so damn angry at him. The knife in the side of your shoe is sliding closer and closer to your shattered hand, and you can only hope you have enough strength left in it to grab ahold of it. You try to shimmy it out of your combat boots but Franks body holds you in place, only allowing about an inch of movement every breath.
“You are full of shit.” You swallow hard, and he picks you up by the front of your jacket and slams you back down, a strangled breath leaving you. It hurts like hell and your brain starts to fuzz, the gritty concrete digging into the cuts and bruises on your back. Blood from Franks mouth drips on to your forehead as he snarls down at you, holding you tightly to the ground.
“Fu-fuck you, Frank.” Is all you can get out. You cant hear the helicopter anymore, and you know its going to take you so long to find them again. They are travelling by air, and you dont even have a car. They could have travelled miles by now, and the exhaustion paired with the beating Frank was dishing out is starting to catch up. Fuelled by desperation and a little bit of fear about the way he was staring down at you, you make one final move for the tiny knife, feeling the blade slip into your hand. You grit your teeth and wrap your broken hand around it and you shove it into Franks ribcage.
He grunts, and one of his hands instantly reacts by grabbing your throat. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches to his side and rips the knife out, you thrashing underneath his hold. He brings it up in front of both your faces to inspect it. Theres only a little blood on it, his vest stopping it from doing any real damage, but you can tell it hurts, and you smile at him, blood staining your teeth.
“You think you’re gonna kill me with this, sweetheart?” You just keep thrashing under him, the tight hand around your throat only allowing you enough air to suck in shallow breaths. “S’cute.”
Your eyes widen and for some reason the words he uses sends fear and heat swirling in your stomach. Maybe its the lack of oxygen to your brain, but the way he looks at you - his anger is obvious, but theres a little hint of something else, and it sends painful shivers down your spine. You swallow against his hand and you feel his fingers shift around your throat allowing you the space.
“You ruined this. This is your fault.” You manage with the tiny space he’s allowed you, and he drops the blade next to your ear, the clattering of the metal against concrete piercing your ears. Only when the blade comes to a rest next to your face do you feel how hard Frank is breathing, blood seeping through his shirt and dripping down the arm that holds your throat, the small droplets sliding down your skin and mixing with your own.
You are both a complete fucking mess, Frank bleeding out of multiple holes in his chest, you with a shattered arm and piercing pain with every breath. Blood and sweat mix on your face and you dont know how much is yours, but the cool breeze lets you know theres a lot of it.
“I ain’t ruin shit. You saved him.” he growls between breaths and you struggle under him, not admitting to yourself that you do so with less enthusiasm each time.
“I need him alive. Once I get the-” you gurgle a breath and Frank drops your head to the side, allowing you to cough up the blood pooling in your mouth and spit it out before bringing you back to him. “- the codes. I dont give a fuck what you do to him after that.” His face doesn’t change but his stare is just so intense that you break eye contact, staring at the stars that twinkle in the dead black sky, framing his giant figure above you.
“Thats what all this shit is about? Some damn computer codes?” He shakes his head and looks off to the right.
“They aren’t just some fucking computer codes. They killed my brother, and those codes are gonna lead me straight to the guy who gave the order.” His eyes snap to you, surprised. “So when you try to kill my chances, I’m going to try and save them.”
“By kicking me in the balls?”
“You fucking deserved it.” You growl, all that anger flooding back.
He shuffles on top of you, and you feel something big and hard rock against you. It has to be a gun, a hidden rifle that he’s going to pull out and finally kill you with. You look down the centre of your bodies, seeing his giant legs on either side of you, the hold of his hand on your neck preventing you from seeing anything further. Your brain is throbbing in your skull and every part of your body is straining, the fear of your impending death seizing every muscle.
He follows your gaze, and you see his eyes catch on your chest, then the small part of skin exposed where your shirt has come up. It goes past where you can see, and when his eyes find yours again, he smiles a sick grin.
“What you lookin’ for?” He shifts against you again, and you still your movements. Its not a gun you feel, and at this angle theres no denying what it is that is pressed against your thigh. His grip is a little less aggressive and you realise what he’s doing.
His thighs no longer box you in, his hand so loose you could easily switch your positions. He knows how good you are, and even with your hand bleeding and bruised you could take him out with these kind of vulnerabilities exposed. He is bleeding out of his side, all it would take is a hit with your good hand and he would be on the ground. You could even kill him, take the blade next to your head and jam it into his throat.
All of these thoughts buzz in your head, and yet you dont move. Not even a twitch, a spasm of your muscles, you stay deadly still because you dont want to give the illusion that you dont want this.
Want him.
You have no idea whats coming over you, you should hate him. You do. You do hate him, with a burning passion, and its exactly the reason that when he shifts on top of you again, you let out the smallest whisper of a moan, and he laughs.
Blood covers his face and hands, cuts and bruises panting his face a multitude of colours you can only see under the reflection of the moonlight. Even with all the shit smothered across him, he was so fucking sexy. His thumb comes off your throat and brushes the blood and spit off your lower lip, keeping it there and sliding it into your mouth, pressing the metallic taste to your tongue. Your lips wrap around his thumb, tasting yourself and a hint of dirt and salt as you suck him into your mouth.
“This what you were after, sweetheart?” His thumb comes out of your mouth slowly, dragging a wet line down your chin and throat. You just look up at him, sucking in a few deep breaths, trying to get your head on straight so you can absorb this moment for as long as possible.
He grinds against you, and theres no mistaking he wants this as bad as you do right now, his erection against your heat making you release a strangled moan, and he must feel how wet you are because he laughs at you again.
“Fucking dirty. You this wet after I beat the crap out of you?” He repeats the movement and it feels unbelievably good. It shouldn't feel like this, your body is still reeling from the pain and you both have so many layers between you, but the friction his hips create make you shudder in pleasure, and you have to blink a few times to focus on his words.
“Maybe it turns me on to punch you in the face. Looks like I got a couple good ones i-in.” Your throat is scratchy and his hand is still cutting off your air, loose enough for you to breath easy but the pressure in the tips of his fingers making you deliciously high off of him.
“That right? That what gets you goin’?” You nod a little and he smiles, head hovering directly above yours. “I’ll let you kick the shit out of me if it means I get to fuck you like this.” He moves again, and the mere idea of feeling him closer than this makes you moan again, the sound a stuttered yelp. He moves his head down, you can feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek. One of his hands grabs your hips, and the one on your throat finally releases and you gasp in a breath, the oxygen filling your lungs feels so good you sigh into him.
“Need to hear you say somethin’, anything.” His lips ghost your cheekbone, whispering in your ear before dragging them up to your forehead, where he kisses you, so soft you dont even know if he meant to do it.
“You fucking... I dont...” You cant think, no words come to your brain as his head floats so close to yours, but as soon as the stumbled negative comes out of your mouth, Frank pulls off you, pushing himself up with his arms and shuffling back, leaning on the wall. You are confused for a second, wondering if this is part of his game, but then you figure it out.
He thought you were going to say you dont want him. He heard the word ‘dont’ and that was it. You immediately miss the warmth of him, of his body on top of you, of his hardness against your core. If this was anyone else you would ask him to keep going, beg him to kiss you, touch you, be close to you. But this was Frank, and you honestly dont know how to get him to come back to you.
You stand, still a little dizzy from exhaustion, but its when Frank looks up at you, eyes glazed over with lust and a little fear, fear that you would walk off this rooftop, fear that you didn’t need this as badly as he did. Those stupid fucking eyes that made your knees buckle as you stood over him, straddle him and kiss him; hard.
His hands find you, pulling at clothes and skin and anything they can find, and your kiss is dirty and desperate. His bottom lip is busted and you can taste his blood in your mouth, so when you take it between your teeth and pull, he groans in pain and pleasure. His hand grabs your face, and the cut on your cheek pulls a little under his grip.
“You think you’re gonna be in control? Trying to fuckin’ hurt me, huh?” Your eyes widen as the hand not grabbing your face grabs your waist, pulling you right on him. “I know what you want, but you gotta treat me nice and sweet if I’m gonna give it to ya.”
“Fuck you.” You seethe under his hand and he just smiles, kissing your mouth slow, so slow that you cant think of anything but him. You feel his other hand slip into your underpants and immediately start touching you, you dont even have to say anything, he knows exactly what you want and where you want it.
“We gotta do something about that mouth.” He grumbles against your neck, his soft kisses a mind numbing contrast to the way he fucks you with his hand, and you can already feel the coil in your stomach wind up.
“You like that?” He whispers in your ear, heat sizzling down your neck
“Fuck. Y-Yes shit I-” He just ‘hmm’s and brings his mouth back to your lips, feeling his tongue slip against yours, surrendering to him as soon as he puts up the slightest bit of resistance. You cant help it, he’s making you feel so fucking good and warm, and when his fingers speed up, hitting that exact spot inside of you, your mouth falls open against him and you moan his name.
“Sound so pretty sayin’ my name like that. Could get used to it.” He catches your eyes seconds before they flutter closed, your release building, so consuming that you feel it in your throat, small gasps the only way you can get any air in.
“Frank I’m gonna-”
“You close? Already?” He teases you and you can imagine the smile on his face, which is why your air flow nearly cuts out when his hand rips away and your hips buck against him, your moans turn to whimpers as he keeps kissing your neck.
“Ask me nicely.” You can feel the smirk on his face against your skin and you scoff between shudders of your close call.
“Dont tease me.” You move your hips, hoping to create your own friction but he pulls his lips off you and both his hands come to your hips.
“Ask. Me. Nicely.” You shake your head. No way are you letting his ass have this, your shivering jaw betraying your defiant stance. He just sighs, and your head falls back when his hand finds you again, that same brutal pace pulling out strangled sounds that crash into the wall behind him.
You can feel the sparks flying off you as your orgasm builds again, and you moan his name into the silence of the rooftop. You’ve never felt this desperate, this hot and heavy and fucking close, so when he rips his hand away again, its hard not to let go of a sob.
“Frank! Fucking mean...” You whimper into the crook of his neck and he turns to kiss the side of your head.
“Say please.” His breath is hot in your ear, and his bullet proof vest is still wet with seeping blood, but it somehow only makes you more desperate. Your shaking and his hands, big and soothing, run traces up your thighs trying to calm you down.
Only it has the opposite effect, and just makes you want him more, more.
More.
Maybe you can say it once.
Just this one time and he will give you what you want. You can get him back later.
“Frank.” He lifts your head with one finger and looks at you, expecting. “P-Please. Let me come.” He kisses you again, and you notice how soft his lips are against your own as he dives his hand back into you, that beautifully fast pace making you cry out.
“Good fuckin’ girl. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” Your mind is spinning and your entire body feels electric as his fingers curl up into you, that familiar burn overriding your senses.
“Sh-sh-shut up.” He just laughs, your forehead resting against his and you keep your eyes shut to avoid the embarrasment.
“You don’t mean that.” You make a sound, enough to get him to keep talking because he’s right. “Nah, I think you like it when I talk. I like it when you talk.”
You can feel the slow, torturous circles his thumb drags around your centre, and you let your teeth drag over his shoulder.
“Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“So good, Frankie. So g-Oh!” His thumb starts tracing faster circles on your clit, your hips stuttering to meet them. He mumbles, and you only know he says something because you feel it vibrating against your skin, but your cries of his name are too loud.
“Thats it, baby. Goddamn beautiful.” He’s kissing every inch of skin that is open to him and he goes as fast as he can trying to keep up with the movement of your hips, but the small space in your jeans doesn't allow him a lot of room. You dont care, your head drops and your eyes roll into the back of your head. If he stops you think you might actually start crying, so you say the one thing that will secure your release, your desperation overriding your pride.
“Please! Please, dont stop! Dont stop.” The legs that were holding you up no longer feel attached to your body and Frank holds you up effortlessly.
“Too damn perfect. Cant stay mad at you. You can have this one, bein’ so good. You gonna give it to me?” You nod vigorously and for a moment your whole body locks up, and then the wave crashes and slams into you, your chest falling into Frank as you collapse into your orgasm.
Frank never stops moving inside of you as you crash and fall and crash again, your core exploding under his touch. You can feel your slick coating his hand as he pulls out of you when you start to come back to your own mind, and he stares at the evidence of your orgasm on his hand before locking eyes with you and cleaning himself off with his own mouth.
Your eyes cant quite fathom the sight, of Frank, the same Frank who was shooting at you just an hour earlier, the Frank you hate with everything you have and also makes you hotter than anyone you’ve ever met, watching that man taste you on his fingers, and hearing a little satisfied moan come from his mouth as he finally pulls them out.
“Taste as sweet as I thought.” Those words are your final straw, and you shimmy off him, just enough so you can start to undo his pants. Not thinking and body still elated from your intense orgasm, you go to use both hands to undo the belt, and instantly you suck in a breath through your teeth, the pain searing hot, and not in a good way.
Frank stops you, taking your injured arm in his hand gently, and he examines it, making sure not to touch you too hard.
“Broken. Gotta set these right after.” He runs a feather light finger over your knuckles, and you wince at the thought. “Wont hurt too much. I’ll distract you.” Your gaze meets his and he smiles, kissing the tips of your fingers. Your other hand goes back to his pants and he holds you there. “You dont gotta..-”
“Dont think you can last long enough, Frankie?” You turn the tension back on, the emotional vulnerability scaring you straight a little. Hate fucking you can do, but facing the fact that this man elicits such a strong feeling in you that it might be more than pure hatred, that was not a conversation for right now.
“What happened to my good girl, hey? Fix that fuckin’ mouth of yours.” He undoes his pants for you and your uninjured hand palms him through his boxers and he groans. You cant take it anymore, and you pull him out, the pre cum beading on the tip of his cock. Your thumb runs over the tip, and you bring your face down, spitting on his length and stroking him up and down, the grip you have on him a little tighter than normal.
He seems to like it a little rougher, his hips bucking up to meet your slow strokes and his eyes close, face screwing up and little groans tear from his throat. Its the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, and knowing that you are the cause makes you take him into your mouth, Frank strangling out your name as he hits the back of your throat.
“P-Put that dirty fucking mouth to good use.” His hand finds your hair and he pulls, tangling a strong fist into the knotted strands. “So good like this.”
He mumbles under his breath and the praise makes you wetter than ever. You forget anything but how he tastes, how he feels inside you and you moan around him. Your broken hand moves to take more of him in your grasp, but Frank gently nudges it away, the small sting reminding you that the adrenaline is numbing your pain. He just tastes so good you cant even breathe, and you bob up and down faster.
You swirl your tongue around his head, giving yourself a second to admire how ruined he looks at the feeling of your mouth around him. His hand is still in your hair and you take him as far as you can, gagging on him and creating the most vulgar sounds.
Frank moans out your name, repeating it into the night, and you feel him start to tense. You keep him in your mouth, wanting every drop of his cum inside of you but he pulls you off by your hair, saliva running down your chin as he lays you down on the concrete, yanking your pants down as he crawls on top of you.
“Hows my girl feelin’? Feelin nicer?” You nod, your previous bravado slowly dwindling as he runs the head of his cock through your folds. “You looked so good with your mouth full of my cock. How it should be.” He still doesn’t slide into you, and you have a feeling he’s gonna draw this out, and the thought makes your body shake with need.
“What do you want, Frank?” He comes down to kiss you, the blood on both of your faces beginning to dry out under the wind.
“You know, dont you?” You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. You know, but he ‘tsks’ as you and peppers sweet kisses on your forehead and nose. “Yes, you do baby. Ask me for it.”
“What... What makes you so sure I want that?” He laughs against you, vibrating your very bones with his breath.
“The way you were taking my cock down your throat; I know you want this just as bad as I do, pretty girl.” Your mouth hangs open and your cheeks flush despite the cold. “Still want to hear you say.”
His eyes are on you, and you dont know if its the jolts of pleasure every time he runs the tip of his cock over your clit, or the warm fuzzy feeling that spreads all over when he tilts his head at you, but you cave anyways.
“Please fuck me, Frank. Please, please, pl-” He grinds into you, you feel yourself clenching around him, muscles flexing and you shimmy your hips trying to take more of him in. Both of you moan in unison, and he comes all the way back out of you and slides back in again recreating that perfect moment over and over, the feeling multiplying every time.
He sets a slow pace, but what it lacks in speed he makes up for in brutality, slamming into you and reaching parts you didn’t know could feel so good. As he fucks you, you cant keep your eyes open, and you only feel the movement of his cock inside you, and one hand sliding to your hip, the other cupping your face. His thumb strokes along your cheek bone and you feel every groan and sigh he makes against your closed eyes.
“God you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.” You are lost in the feeling of him, his words the only sounds clear enough to break you.
“Please, please, please...” you babble to him desperately. You are willing to throw your ego and self worth aside if he keeps fucking you like this, hard and heavy, the pains in your body completely gone and replaced only by how good he’s making you feel.
“There you go. Good girl.” He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, and guides your good hand down to your clit, showing you how he wants you to touch yourself as he fucks you. “If I knew this was how good you were gonna be, would of fucked you straight a long time ago.”
All you can do is whimper and cry out his name, and he swallows every single noise you make, meeting them with his own. You didn’t know Frank could make sounds like he is now, he sounds strangled and as desperate as you and it makes it ten times hotter, knowing he is as invested as you.
“Frank, can I- please I need to-”
“S-shit baby. So good for asking.” He plants a kiss on the tip of your nose. You dont want to think about what you must look like, eyes crossed and head moving only in response to Franks thrusts, but your back arches as he gives you permission, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge.
“M’gonna cum with you. Feel so perfect.” You can feel him twitching inside of you, and your hand works faster at your clit.
“Fuck yes, fill me up, Frankie. Please. I wanna feel it.” The string of words doesn’t even sound like you, but when Frank comes as soon as you finish speaking, you are right there with him, the feeling of him finishing inside of you sending you over.
It feels too good. Too fucking good to be real. Your head feels light and everything is burning hot, Franks stuttered thrusts and how he moans your name as he finishes etched into your mind forever, and you force your eyes open just to see how beautiful he looks.
He slumps on top of you, careful not to land on your broken hand, and you both stay deadly still for a while, neither of you wanting to leave this moment. You know when you do you will have to face your actions, and the feelings it may or may not have stirred in you. He felt fucking amazing, of course, but you look down at him now, face all fucked up and bloody, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath, and you cant stop your hand from running through his hair, admiration for the asshole laying on your chest warming you up in the cold.
His eyes flutter open to your touch and he nuzzles into your hand, both of his arms pulling you upright on his lap as he sits up and leans against the wall. As you come down from your highs, you both start to move uncomfortably, the pain of still fresh wounds catching up to the both of you. You lean your forehead on his, and his arms wrap you closer.
“My fucking hand hurts.” You mumble, looking at the inflamed skin already a bright purple colour. He places a quick kiss on your lips.
“Gotta set it, or it’ll heal all messed up.” You nod, happy to talk trivial shit and avoid the very real conversation you both have to have.
“Hows your ribs?” You run your fingers over the small puncture wound, still bleeding through his vest.
“S’fine. Tiny knife.” You laugh and he looks up at you, and you watch the small smile he grows light up his eyes. “Come home with me. Let me fix you up.” You just nod, too exhausted to tell him how very badly you want that.
“I still hate you.” He huffs and you giggle as he picks you up, carrying you bridal style down the stairs of the building and out the door. He puts you down, but keeps a tight arm around your waist, both of you using the other to stay upright.
“So, how hards it gonna be for us to find Briefcase after tonight?” Frank talks as you pass under a street light, and you look up at him, confused.
“Us?”
“Yeah. I’ll come for him eventually, but you can get your fuckin’ codes or whatever.” You cant hide the grin stretching across your face.
“Are you suggesting we team up? Fightin’ bad guys?” He huffs again, and you have to laugh at his grumpiness.
“Somethin’ like that. Whaddya’ say?”
“I dont know, Frank. Something tells me you dont play well with others.” A teasing smirk meets his face and he raises an eyebrow.
“Guess I’ll have to show you how well I can play.” He whispers in your ear, and the fuzzy feeling from before spreads across your face. He keeps a tight grip on you as you walk down the dark street, the pain in your hand subsiding as he holds you tighter.
You dont know how this will go, and you are sure there will be a thousand more nights like tonight if you decide to team up, but even the idea of spending another minute pretending you hate him, well that hurts way more than a broken hand.
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hi! how about headcanons for poly frank and eddie with a so who regresses to a toddler, but also sometimes pet regresses to a dog. theyre nonverbal for both, but for the toddler, they have a paci and a teddy bear they always carry around. and when they are a dog, they act kinda like those large, lazy ones and like to chew and drool on things! and no matter how they regress, physical affection is their favorite. (feel free to ignore if its too long lmao)
So so sorry that i took so long!!
It's not too long!! Thank you for being my first headcannons
Eddie & Frank x S/O (romantic poly) who Age regresses to a toddler & pet regresses{nonverbal for both}
Y/N is gender neutral pronouns!
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•I believe it took a bit into the relationship before y/n told them about both of the regressions. Of course obviously they're both accepting!!
•def became your caregivers if you wanted them too if you didnt they would have just been chill with you doing your own things no judgment to their partner.
•but for this they're your caregivers! And very sweet about it
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Age regression toddler stuff!
•I feel like its a range of 2-4 age wise
•with being nonverbal you usually keep your paci in 24/7
•And only this one you did have your old paci but i felt like eddie learned to custom decorate one just for you that quickly became your favorite!
•And the teddy you carry around frank puts one of his old butterfly bow ties they no longer wear on the teddy
•both of them smother your forehead and cheeks with kisses, cuddle and care for you lots
•Eddie is designated to keep you distracted if your teddy is in the wash and you regress then. From doing arts and crafts, playing blocks, etc
•while Frank usually comes in with a fresh clean teddy , butterfly bow tie and all for you to snuggle with when it's nap time or bedtime
•overall very attentive,very caring and you get all the love,cuddles and hugs you could want.
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Puppy regression!
•this one took a bit more getting use to and of course if your okay with it get toy ideas from barnaby since well he's a big ole dog himself (which i feel like if you trust barnaby def sometimes with him while frank n eddie are busy but you don't wanna be a pup alone)
•You know those human(or well in this case puppet? Lol) size dog beds they def get you one of those to nap/sleep in.
•one rule though when a pup is that you're not allowed in frank's little study cause they love you really but the chance of getting drool on his things or getting chewed on they don't wanna take.
•Eddie loves to treat ya if you are one of those big ole puppies that aren't lap dogs but try to be anyways and smother you with affection and puppy talk.
•Frank takes abit to warm up but geny scratches n pets your head, they have an easier time with you regressing to a toddler, but he loves ya lots to learn how to care for you while you puppy regress too.
•Frank probably looks into safe chew toys or gets ya chewelry when you wanna be more discreet.
•overall all you get just as much love as a pup as well even though there's a learning curve here.
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In the end these two love you dearly and showers their partner with so much love and affection probably makes an old room into a regression room that mixes both your styles of regression but you usually come right into your guys room during bedtime.
And that i think Eddie takes the change a bit easier then frank but they both just wanna make you happy and loved.
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day 15 squirting with Frank (e,b)
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A/N: lmao set on real experiences! 347 words
You were spread out on the couch, Frank on his knees between your legs, you wanted to do it so bad.. but you couldn’t do it yourself.
So you called Frank.
He was your best friend, he always told you that you could come to him for “relief” but wanted something else. You want to squirt
As soon as Frank got the call he headed over to you. When you opened the door he kissed you passionately, leading you to the couch, he yanked down your pants and panties and lashed you down, spreading your legs wide open.
Frank pressed his hand against your mound and began rubbing your clit with his thumb, you arched your back hard and moaned. “Oh my god Frank yes!”
“That feel good baby?” He questioned you, gently licking your folds
“Yes! yes!”
He brought his other hand up and gently pushed one finger into you, making you scream as he hit that spot.
“Oh fuck.. there it is baby.. your little fingers never reached it?” You panted and through your head back, nodding.
Frank kept fucking you with his finger, while simultaneously rubbing you clit. “You gotta give me one before you can squirt baby… can you do that?”
You nodded and Frank slapped your thigh. “Words”
“Yes.. fuck I can!”
He kept going faster and faster, pressing his thumb hard on your clit. You tugged his hair and moaned. “Gonna cum!!”
“Cum for me, gorgeous”
You clenched around his fingers and came hard, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting in and out and rubbing you clit. “F-frank!! oh my god!!”
He removed his thumb off you clit and replaced it with his mouth, gently sucking and flicking your pearl. “O-h oh my god! I’m gonna cum!!” He moved faster before pulling away as you came allowing you to squirt everywhere with a scream.
He slowed his fingers and kisses your thigh. “Good job, beautiful. You did so well but…” he began to slowly stand up, letting you noticed the bulge coming out of his pants.
“We have another problem”
-fin
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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 :)
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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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Bad At Love
Title: Bad At Love
Summary: You’ve always been bad at love and so has Frank. What happens when the two of you get together?
Warnings: M for mature content; 18+ MDI… alluding to S/A; consumption of alcohol, cigarette, drugs, & weed; toxic relationship; alluding to sex; depression; mild cursing; partying/going to bars; Frank (I feel like he deserves his own warning label alright!); angst; and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I’ve missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. By clicking keep reading, you’re agreeing to these warnings. This is not beta read, any and all mistakes are my own and I do not claim to be a professional writer in any way, I merely do this for fun and because I enjoy writing.
A/N: The gold dividers are by @firefly-graphics and the moodboard is by me!
Wordcount: 6,126
You were standing outside of your sister’s house finishing a cigarette, trying to decide if it was too late to bail. You took another hit off of the cigarette as you thought back to her invitation. She first called you at the beginning of the week, telling you about the small gathering that she and her husband would be hosting. She practically begged you to come. She promised that if you stayed for an hour, she would be with you. So, you agreed, still not completely thrilled about it. Earlier when you got off work, you went home to change out of your work clothes and made your way here. It’s not that you didn’t like your sister’s friends, it’s just that the past year wasn’t necessarily a good one for you. You had become kind of a recluse, barely able to leave the house for work. Begrudgingly, you put on your favorite pair of jeans, a cute flowy top, a few necklaces and threw your hair up into a messy bun. You sighed as you slipped on a pair of flats, grabbed your purse and keys to make your way here. If you didn’t love your sister so much, you wouldn’t have agreed. You took one last final hit off of your cigarette before you put the butt out on the cement stairs leading up to the house. An hour, you could do that right?
Before you let yourself in, you took in a deep breath, telling yourself that you could do this. As you walked into the house, you could hear talking coming from the kitchen as you closed the door behind you. You immediately recognized your sister’s voice and your brother-in-law’s voice but there was a third one that you didn’t know. The thought of this being a blind date popped into your head, causing you to roll your eyes. It wouldn’t have been the first time your sister had tried to set you up. You internally grumble to yourself, you should’ve known better than to have agreed to this but it’s too late now, you’re already here. You take in a deep breath before you enter the kitchen and put on a smile. When you enter, you and the stranger almost immediately lock eyes. You couldn’t deny it, he was rather handsome and exactly your type. Dark hair, blue eyes, tall, and even looked a little on the brooding side and the beard was definitely a plus. Your thoughts and attention get pulled away from him though when your sister greeted you with a warm hug.
“Hi Mia, it’s good to see you too.” You said as she embraced you.
“I’m so glad you made it! The others should be here soon.” Mia explained as she let go of you, she paused for a minute as she looked you over. “Dinner should be ready by the time the others get here, I hope you’re hungry!” She then walked back over to the stove to check on dinner.
‘Phew, at least this wasn’t a blind date,’ you thought to yourself. Even if it had been, would it have been that bad? Just look at him… You get pulled out of your thoughts again when your brother-in-law walks over to greet you. You greeted him with a small smile as he gave you a full bear hug and when he let go of you, you spoke up again.
“Hey Travis, how’s it going?”
“Things are good, I have no reason to complain. Oh, this man right here is a coworker of mine, Frank. Frank, this is my sister-in-law.” Travis finally introduced you to the handsome stranger. “Frank finally had a weekend free, so I invited him over.”
You nodded as you listened to Travis’s explanation, you could feel butterflies starting to form with the way Frank was looking at you. You introduced yourself with a coy smile and the two of you shook hands.
“It’s a pleasure.” He said as he eyed you up and down, his voice was smooth and it seemed to have enchanted you.
When everyone finally arrived and dinner was over, everyone was gathered in the living room and having a good time. You and Frank ended up sitting across from one another, the two of you kept stealing glances at one another as the night went on. There was definitely an attraction between the two of you. When he laughed, you couldn’t help but notice the way his nose scrunched up and the way his smile just seemed to brighten up the whole room. You were a goner at this point. After a while, you excused yourself to take a small smoke break, needing a few minutes to yourself. You look around at your sister’s backyard, the in-ground pool empty, having not been warm enough to actually swim yet. You took a drag of your cigarette, allowing the smoke to fill your lungs and nostrils before blowing it all out again. Your eyes flick over to the small pool house where you stayed briefly over this last summer. Memories started to form in your mind the longer you continued to stare at the shack, ones you’d much rather forget. The memories soon faded when you heard a voice coming from behind you. When you turned to look, you saw Frank standing there with a smirk curled onto his lips.
He took a step towards you as he spoke up. “Hey, do you have an extra one by chance? Seems I forgot mine at home.”
“Yeah, I guess I can spare one.” You then pick up your small box of cigarettes and pull one out to hand to him. “It’s menthol, if that matters.”
“Nah, I’m not too picky, thanks.” Frank accepted the cigarette and he pulled out his own lighter to light it.
You watched him as he took his first drag, a moment of silence filled the air between you. Putting the cigarette up to your mouth and placing it between your lips, you took another puff off of your own cigarette.
“So, love, talk to me. Tell me about yourself.” Frank said as he exhaled some smoke.
You couldn’t help but scoff at him. “Oh trust me, I’m not that fascinating.”
Frank took another hit off of his cigarette before he spoke again. “Now why don’t I believe that?” He arched an eyebrow at you as he looked you up and down.
You tilted your head at him as you took a long drag from your cigarette. “Well, I already told you my name and you know I’m Travis’s sister-in-law, what else do you want to know?”
Frank smirked at you, realizing that he was going to have to work a little harder to make you his. “Yeah and if I had known you were this beautiful, I would’ve come to one of these things sooner.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at him as you finished off your cigarette. “Do you always use such cheesy pick up lines?”
“Yeah, you caught me there.” Frank chuckled and he finished off his cigarette. He took a look around the backyard before he returned his attention back to you. “Alright, that’s that. I just started to feel pain listening to myself talk to you.”
You chuckled as you put out the butt of the cigarette before you responded. “That’s because you’re in my suffer zone.”
Frank shook his head in response, a small smile still played on his lips. “Is that what it is?”
“That’s what it is.” You confirmed, not breaking eye contact from him.
“Oh, dear God. I never had a suffer zone.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to look at you. You watched as he poked his tongues out to wet his lips.
“I mean, I suffer everywhere but I would like to keep it to a zone if I could. You should probably head back inside before I destroy you with my radioactive sadness.” You quipped back but you knew part of it was true.
“Yeah, alright. I’ll see you back inside.” Frank had begun to turn back inside but before he did, he glanced over his shoulder at you. “But you already did, ‘cause now I know you’re here.”
You smirked at him before he entered the house, leaving you alone in the backyard. You took a deep breath before you rejoined the others inside the house.
The next time you saw Frank, you were at a bar with a group of friends, deciding to catch up after a small hiatus. You hadn’t noticed that he was even there until you ran into him at the counter when you were getting a new drink. You looked over to the side and felt a smile creeping onto your lips as the two of you locked eyes. You waited as he made his way over to you and by the way he was looking at you, you could feel your stomach starting to do flips. He placed a hand on the back of your stool as he smiled at you, taking a seat in the stool next to you.
“You know, I could feel your suffer zone as soon as you walked into the bar. It’s like we’re tethered together now.”
You playfully shook your head at him. “Maybe we are, would that be a bad thing?”
“I guess not but I should warn you, I’m bad at this whole love thing.” Frank admitted honestly.
“Yeah, so am I.” You admitted just as honestly. “Sounds like we’re perfect for each other.”
You watched as Frank nodded his head. “Yeah, maybe we are.”
The two of you leaned into each other and your lips fit perfectly against each other as they met for the first time. You could taste the cheap beer on his tongue as it entered your mouth, your tongues dancing for dominance. He easily won. When you pulled apart for air, you were breathing heavily, you hadn’t been kissed like that in a long time.
“So, my place? Or yours?” Frank asked as he’s still close to your face, he placed a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth as he waited patiently for an answer.
“Your place sounds good.” You finally answered as you gave him a small smile.
You watched as Frank stood up and held out his hand for you to take. Hesitation washed over you for a brief moment but as you took a deep breath, you accepted his hand. The two of you walked out of the bar and he led you out to his car. When you got to his apartment, you took it in for a moment and the first thought that you had was how it’s a complete bachelor’s pad. Minimal decoration and you noticed various take out containers on the counter. He shut the door closed before he stood next to you, he started to take off his jacket as he did.
“It’s not much but it works for the time being.” When his jacket was off, he placed it on the back of his couch.
“Mine’s not much better, actually, I think yours might somehow be bigger than mine.” You let out a small laugh to show that you’re teasing and follow him over to the small table in the corner.
“Wanna drink? I have quite the selection.” Frank offered as he walked over to his small bar cart.
“I’m fine with anything.” You answered as you sat down at the table.
“Hope you don’t mind absinthe then.” Frank said as he turned around with two shot glasses filled with the green liquid.
You accepted the shot glass without saying another word besides doing a traditional cheers before drinking the green liquor. You winced as it burned down your throat. You held the back of your hand to your mouth for a moment as the two of you just stared into each other’s eyes. You were glad when he made the first move as he cupped the side of your face and leaned in. He moved his hand towards your chin and he caressed his thumb along your bottom lip. You could feel your heart beating in your chest rapidly as you waited for him to kiss you. When he finally kissed you, his tongue immediately entered your mouth, not wasting any time. You suddenly found yourself sitting on the edge of the table having been picked up by Frank. The two of you started to remove each other’s clothes the longer you remained lip locked and the more heated it got. It didn’t take long before you found yourself shirtless and braless, Frank had started to work on unbuttoning your jeans as he moved his lips to your neck. He left behind wet kisses as he moved up and down the column of it. Your body froze for a moment as he went to put his hand down your pants. He must’ve noticed your hesitation as he pulled away for a brief moment. He cupped the side of your face as he stared deep into your eyes. You took in a deep breath before you started to slowly nod your head yes, gesturing that you wanted this to happen.
“You sure love? We don’t have to if you’re not up for it.” Frank offered as he started to caress your cheek with his thumb.
You closed your eyes momentarily as you leaned into his touch. You opened your eyes again just as you started to speak up again. “I’m sure Frank, I want this.”
“Okay then.”
Frank then lifted you up off of the table and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to his bed and laid you down gently. Your breath hitched as he hovered over you and looked down at you fondly, you couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you like this. Honestly, it scared you. His lips crashed into yours once more and the rest was history.
The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining in your face and you couldn’t help but smile into the pillow. You felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and you wished you could stay in Frank’s arms all day. Your eyes grew wide when you noticed what time it was on his alarm clock. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself and quickly scrambled to get out of bed and out of Frank’s arms. The sudden movements caused Frank to groan and stir awake. He squinted as the sun shown in his eyes and started to stretch out his arms. You were already half dressed by the time he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he watched you collect your things.
“I’m sorry but I’m late to meet my sister for brunch.” You explained as you buttoned your pants, you looked around making sure you had everything. You then walked up to Frank with a smile on your face and you cupped his cheek as you looked at him. “I’ll call you alright?” You placed a quick kiss on his lips before you pulled away.
Before you could get too far though, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you back onto the bed with him. He had you straddling him and had a firm grip on your waist. “Don’t go, stay with me.”
Your smile grew as you looked down at him, which caused some of your hair to fall in front of your face. “Any other day I would.”
You leaned down, pushing your hair out of your face as you did and you kissed him. When you pulled apart, you gave him a quick peck before you climbed off of him. You couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to reach for you again.
“Reschedule then.” Frank pouted as he continued to lay bed, propped up on his elbows as he looked over at you.
“I can’t, I really am sorry.” You flashed him a smile before you left his apartment.
Frank groaned as he ran a hand down his face, he already knew that he had it bad.
When you finally got to your sister’s house, you couldn’t believe how late you were. You let yourself in as per usual and you could hear your sister talking with one of her friends.. As you entered the kitchen, Mia gave you a knowing smile as she raised an eyebrow. You took in a deep breath as you readied yourself for a lecture about being on time. But as you took in a deep breath, all you could think about was how good the food smelled, causing your stomach to growl.
“Come on, let’s move out to the patio and start eating.” Mia finally suggested and she and her friend started to move things outside.
Once the three of you were settled, you helped yourself to some food and started eating. You enjoyed a mimosa as you listened to your sister give marital advice to her friend. As you listened, your mind drifted off to Frank and you wondered what he was doing. You’re brought back to reality when you felt your sister’s hand on yours, you looked over at her and gave her a small smile.
“So, wanna tell me why you were late?” Mia inquired as she removed her hand from yours.
You reached for your glass of mimosa and took a quick sip. “Well, um, I just overslept is all. I went out last night with some friends, and stayed out way too late.”
She didn’t need to know that you hooked up with Frank last night.
“You sure? You seem a bit different this morning.” Mia commented before she took a sip of coffee.
Before you could say anything, your sister’s friend spoke up. “Of course she is, she had sex.”
Mia gasped as she playfully hit her friend’s arm. “Brycie!” Mia then turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “Is that true?! With who?”
You choked on your mimosa as Brycie and Mia harassed you about having sex. “Um, just some random guy I met at the bar.”
You took another sip of mimosa as you shrugged your shoulders and they seemed to have bought it as they moved on to another topic. You mentally sighed in relief as you listened to them.
A few days passed and as you went about your errands, your phone chimed causing you to pull it out of your purse. You narrowed your gaze as you didn’t recognize the number. It’s not until you unlocked your screen and read the message that a smile spread across your face.
Frank: Hope you don’t mind but I got your number from Travis. I can’t stop thinking about you.
Your smile only grew at the message.
You: I don’t mind. How have you been?
Three little bubbles appeared and you anxiously waited for a reply. Ding.
Frank: Besides being driven crazy by not seeing you, alright I guess. Please tell me you’re free this weekend.
As you stood there, you thought about his offer, it would be good to see him again. Just then, your phone chimed again with a new message from Frank.
Frank: Please don’t make me beg it’s not a pretty sight.
Your fingers typed quickly across the screen of your phone.
You: I would love too. Did you have anything in mind you wanted to do?
Three little dots. You waited a few minutes for a reply but then nothing. A sigh fell from your lips as you tucked your phone back into your purse. You continued your errands and throughout the rest of the day and night, you kept checking your phone. Each time you checked it though, only brought you disappointment. Was he already ghosting you? You decided you’d give him a couple of days to solidify your thoughts. However, days turned into almost two weeks before you heard anything from him. It was like he had completely fallen off of the face of the earth during that time.
Life had recently seemed meaningless, like you were lost. It wasn’t because Frank seemed to have ghosted you but because life's cruel events were catching up to you. Your depression knocked you over like a wrecking ball and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. All you could think about was what happened that awful night at a work party. Your coworker coming onto you and not taking ‘no’ for an answer. You had stopped paying attention to your movie long ago as your thoughts of that night kept coming forward and at full force. You often wondered if it was your fault and maybe you had led him on without realizing it. You sighed and decided to pour yourself another glass of wine. Your feet padded lightly against the hardwood floor as you made your way to the kitchen with your empty wine glass. Once you had poured more wine, you took a large drink of it. Flashes of that night resurfaced again in your head causing you to tighten your grip on your wine glass. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself down. It didn’t work though and before you could think things through, you threw your glass across the kitchen. When it hit the wall, it shattered and the wine spilled all over the floor.
“Shit.” You grumbled to yourself, you started to walk towards the mess when you heard your phone chime.
You ignored the first chime but when it chimed again, your curiosity got the better of you, wondering who could be texting you at this late hour. When you picked up your phone, you were surprised to see Frank’s name. You unlocked the screen and clicked on the new messages, curious to what Frank had to say for himself.
Frank: Sorry, I went M.I.A., although I did warn you that I’m bad at this whole relationship/love thing.
True, he did.
Frank: Was wondering if you were free tomorrow? I have a friend showcasing their band tomorrow night, and wondered if you wanted to come. I understand if you don’t wanna see me again.
You thought about it for a brief moment and as you did, you looked up and glanced around your small house. You had cooped yourself up for the past couple of days, maybe some human interaction wouldn’t hurt.
You: Sure, I’m in. Are we meeting there or are you gonna pick me up?
Three little dots, resting your chin in your hand as you waited.
Frank: I’ll pick you, love. It’s a few hours away, you cool with that?
Your fingers typed quickly as you replied.
You: Yeah, that’s fine. What time should I be ready?
You got an immediate response.
Frank: Let’s make a whole day of it, so let’s say eight in the morning? Breakfast included.
You couldn’t help but smile at Frank’s suggestion.
You: Sounds good. I’ll see you in the morning then!
Frank: I look forward to it! Goodnight, love.
You: Goodnight.
You put your phone back down before you go to clean up the mess in the kitchen. You cleaned up all of the broken glass first, careful not to cut yourself. When you had the mess all cleaned up, you decided to end the night on a somewhat good note.
The next morning, you were just finishing up getting ready when the doorbell rang. When you had woken up that morning, you had realized you never gave Frank your address so you made sure to text it to him. You turned off your curling iron before you went to answer the door. You could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up with the way Frank was looking at you, he looked at you like he was about to devour you whole.
“Wow, love, you really know how to make a guy’s heart stop.” Frank complimented as he took you in.
You opened the door wider and stepped off to the side. “You really know how to flatter a girl don’t you?” You paused for a moment as you stared into his eyes. “Come on in, I’m almost done.”
When Frank entered, you closed the door behind him. As you turned around, you noticed Frank checking out your place. You stood next to him and he returned his attention back to you with a smile on his face.
“Nice place.” Frank then leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, giving you the softest of kisses.
You kept your eyes closed for a few seconds longer after he had kissed you, you had missed the feeling of his lips against your. You only opened them when you had decided to speak again.
“So, um, would you like some coffee before we leave? I have some that’s relatively fresh.”
“Sure, we’ve got plenty of time.”
Frank followed you to the kitchen and you got him a mug and started pouring him some coffee. As you do, you felt Frank wrap his arms around your middle section and you couldn’t help but lean into him. You set the coffee pot back on the warmer before you made a mess all over the place. Your eyes fluttered close as Frank started to press his lips up and down your neck. A sigh escaped you as he started to roam his hands all over your body. You were caught off guard when he spun you around to face him, your breath hitched in your throat with the way he was looking at you. He looked down at you with lust blown eyes and as if you were the only girl in the world. You still weren’t used to that kind of look but you were starting to like it. Frank cupped your cheek as he continued to stare deeply into your eyes before he pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue entered your mouth and he twirled it around yours, causing you to let out a muffled moan. The two of you quickly started to remove each other’s clothes, flinging them all over the kitchen. Frank decided that the floor was the best place for this and you would be making a mess in the kitchen after all.
The drive was quick as it was filled with laughter and music. You got to know each other a little better and swap different life stories. True to his word, Frank got you both breakfast as he stopped at a small diner outside of town. The rest of the way, you curled up into Frank’s side as he drove and you ended up falling asleep. Occasionally, Frank glanced down at you and he couldn’t help the small smile that would play on his lips. He kept the music down as you slept and his thoughts took over as he drove. You were too good for him, there was no doubt about that. Why you wanted him was beyond him, he was a grade A prick and terrible at relationships. He sighed as he put the car into park outside of his friend’s house, parking on the street. He looked down at you and started to gently rub your arm causing you to stir.
“Hey, we’ve made it.” Frank spoke softly as he tried to wake you up.
You opened your eyes to find Frank staring down at you with a caring look to them. A coy smile started to form on hips and you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up once more. You sat up and stretched before you took a look around at your surroundings. “Where are we?”
“This is my friend Jake's house. Said he wanted to hang out beforehand, I hope that’s okay?” Frank explained as he looked at you, he brushed some of your hair out of your face.
“Yeah, sure, of course. Are we gonna stay in your car all day or what?” You let out a small laugh to show that you were teasing him.
Frank shook his head as he chuckled. “Yeah, let me introduce you to my friends. They’re pretty cool people, I think you’ll like them.”
The two of you then proceeded to get out of the car and as you walked up to the house, Frank pulled you close to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist to do so and he placed a sweet kiss on the side of your head. When you got to the front door, Frank let the two of you insided, you were honestly kind of surprised this person had left his door unlocked. You gave Frank a small smile when he looked over at you, he gave you a reassuring squeeze to your side the further you walked into the house.
“Yo, anyone here?” Frank called out after a minute or so.
That’s when you heard rummaging in the kitchen, then it stopped. A man quickly appeared in the doorway, a bright smile on his face. He had sandy blonde hair and circular framed glasses, his goatee was neatly trimmed and combed. He wore baggy, ripped jeans with a faded ACDC band t-shirt and he held snacks in his hands.
“Frank, my man! You’re here!” He nodded his head in approval before he turned his attention to you and his smile grew even more. “And you brought a pretty lady! Right on, right on! Come one, the others are down in the basement.”
He then led you and Frank down to the basement. You felt an uneasy feeling as you went down the stairs but when Frank grabbed your hand and it intertwined your fingers, the feeling subsided. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you were a bit relieved to see another woman here.
“Oh, I’m Jake by the way, Jake Jensen.” Jake finally introduced himself as he walked over to the coffee table to set the snacks down.
“Right, I’m sorry.” Frank realized as he never gave proper introductions. “Well, since everyone is here, let me introduce you to everyone else. The hippie redhead over there is Wanda, she’s the keyboardist as well as a singer.”
“Hey girl, what’s up?” Wanda greeted as she smiled at you, offering a small wave.
“The asshole next to her is Sam Wilson, he plays the bass guitar,” Frank paused as he looked down at you, a half smile on his face. “Those two are in a relationship together.”
You nod in understanding, they did seem rather cozy next to each other.
“Don’t worry, I’m only an asshole to those who deserve it, like Frank here. It’s nice to meet you.” He shot you a quick wink.
“Then, the two sharing a joint over there are Carter Baizen and Nate Archibald. Carter plays the drums and has all sorts of connections while Nate plays lead guitar and singer.” Frank concluded the introductions before he smiled down at you.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you all.” You said with a coy smile and a small wave.
Before anyone could say anything, Jake returned to the group after stepping away to take a phone call, there was a grim look on his face. He let out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand down his face. The group turned their attention to him, each one having their own concerned expression.
“What is it Jake?” Sam is the first to speak up to break the tense silence that had started to form.
“Man, bad news. That was the venue that just called, they’re booting us for tonight.” You could hear the disappointment laced in Jake’s voice.
Carter scoffed at the news. “Did they at least tell you why?”
Carter then took the half-smoked joint from Nate, taking a hit off of it right away.
“Yeah, something about not selling enough tickets.” Jake explained before he turned to you and Frank. “Sorry you guys wasted a trip. You’re more than welcome to stay and hang out.”
“Yeah, I’d be alright with that. What do you say, love, are you good with just staying to hang out and get to know my friends for a little while?” Frank turned fully towards you with a raised eyebrow. He gently grabbed ahold of your shoulders and started to gently caress them. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
You took a moment to think about it, the pit in your stomach was still slightly there but for whatever reason you kept ignoring the feeling. “Of course, I don’t mind. We can stay.”
“Great!” Jake exclaimed with a clap and a bright smile on his face. “Let’s get this party started!”
You gave everyone a small smile as your gut and brain were screaming at you to leave.
All of you partied and you partied hard. Between the drugs and the alcohol, it’s no wonder you found yourself throwing up into a toilet well past midnight. All you wanted now was to curl up into bed and pass out. When you finally felt like you were finished, you sat up against the wall and pulled your knees up to your chest. Maybe if you called your sister she would be kind enough to come get you. First, you’d need to find your phone but you didn’t have the energy for that at the moment. Tears started to well up into your eyes, why did you agree to this? You were pulled out of your thoughts when a knock came from the closed door and you quickly blinked away the tears. You tried to get up from your spot on the floor but your body wouldn’t let you so you called out to the person instead, your voice sounded hoarse.
“It’s open!”
Frank poked his head in between the crack he had made and his eyes softened at the sight of you. He made his way over to you and sat down next to you. “Jake said we could crash in one of his spare bedrooms for tonight.”
You looked over at him as a sniffle escaped you. “I wanna go home.”
Frank’s sigh came out a little more irritated than he had meant. “I can’t drive right now, love. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
You turned your head away from Frank as a few tears trickled down your cheeks.
“Ya know, we didn’t have to stay.” Frank’s voice came out harsher than he meant to. “Look, why don’t we go to bed and get some rest? I think we could both use it.”
You took a deep breath before you let it out and agreed. Frank was the first one to stand up and he held out a hand for you and you accepted. He pulled you up gently before he led you to the bedroom that Jake said you two could use for the night. You immediately laid down on the bed so that the room would stop spinning, at least hoping it would. Before you could comprehend what was happening, Frank was on top of you, kissing you and roaming his hands all over you. When your mind finally caught up, you pushed him off of you, it took all of your energy to do so.
“No Frank, I don’t feel good. Stop.” You breathe out, you were in no state for anything that Frank wanted to do right now.
“Come on baby, let me make you feel good.” Frank tried to convince you as he started to touch you again.
“Frank, I said no.” You tried to make your voice a bit more stern.
God, you wished that the room would stop spinning and that your head would stop pounding. It seemed though that Frank got the hint that time.
“You know, you’re being ridiculous.” Frank commented, he was clearly not happy you turned him down.
All you could muster was half-hearted scoff as you turned to look at him. When you saw him though, he had his back towards you and snores were rolling off of his lips. You let out a sigh that was filled with exhaustion and frustration. You glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that it was three in the morning. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you thought about your next move. A wave of clarity hit as you released the bridge of your nose. You decided to get a little bit of sleep and then you were out of here, one way or another. You were going to leave this awful night behind you, as well as Frank. You decided it was best to just let him go.
#a collection of one shots#chasingmarvel original work#courtney writes#bad at love#frank endings beginnings#sebastian stan characters#sebastain stan#sebastian stan fandom#frank x reader#frank x you
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Dark Victory Part One
Masterlist | Part Two
Pairing: Frank x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Warnings: Manipulation, angst, innocent Reader, POV switches between Frank and Reader. No physical descriptions, no use of y/n, etc. Not beta read.
There is no sexual content in this chapter, but there will be sexual content in the next chapter.
Summary: “My life is chaos.” She had laughed bitterly when she’d said it, when the interviewer had asked her what her day-to-day is like, and what she would change about it.
She hadn’t known Frank would watch it. She hadn’t even known she was being considered for Victory. She thought that her parents had signed her up for a free session with a life coach. She seemed to take to the idea with some hesitance. If it was this hard to get her to open up to someone trying to maintain her, and her life, he could only imagine what she would be like if they brought her in.
He can see shades of who she was before him. It seeps through now and again—in a slightly wrinkled dress, in a stray few strands of hair bowing over her forehead, in her leg giving its jittery bouncing during a game night.
Sometimes he gives her a single look. That's usually enough to make her straighten her clothes, smooth back her hair. Tonight, he's given her four looks, and her leg is still bouncing, like she can bring the building down if her heel thuds enough in the same place. Frank reaches out wordlessly, hand pressing to her thigh, his fingers tantalizingly brushing against her leg—against her bare skin. She's forgone her pantyhose again. Maybe she was running late. Maybe she put her thumb through her last pair. It's unladylike to rush. He’ll have to break her of that. He'll have Shelley speak with her about that tomorrow.
She goes completely still under his hand, her eyes widening as she stares straight ahead. It's like the cackle and hum of the party around them have quieted in her ears, like she's trying to catch on the shift of his hand against her, the rustle of her petticoat beneath her dress as his fingers flex against her thigh.
Frank doesn't say a word. He just gives a warning squeeze, then lets go again. She stays still and silent as a statue, seen and not heard. A few minutes later, her leg begins to bounce, and then almost immediately ceases. He can see her wary sidelong glance, catches on the way her clasped hands tighten on each other. He smiles a little.
She's trying.
But she's still too much herself.
—
“My life is chaos.”
She had laughed bitterly when she’d said it, when the interviewer had asked her what her day-to-day is like, and what she would change about it.
She hadn’t known Frank would watch it. She hadn’t even known she was being considered for Victory. She thought that her parents had signed her up for a free session with a life coach. She seemed to take to the idea with some hesitance. If it was this hard to get her to open up to someone trying to maintain her, and her life, he could only imagine what she would be like if they brought her in.
—
“You make her nervous.”
It’s surprising and validating. Frank sits on the couch, watching Shelley as she stands at the stove, dutifully stirring their diner to keep it from burning.
“Nervous,” He repeats.
“Yes.”
“Did she say why?”
“She said she doesn’t know why, just that you do.”
Frank nods slowly, contemplatively, his eyes lowering to the pristine pleat in his pant leg, then stands, walking over to the table as Shelley sets the main course down beside the salad bowl. She dishes out for both of them, and he graces her with a smile as they tuck in.
“…Did she say anything about Howard?” He presses after a few minutes. Shelley stabs lightly at a piece of lettuce, then spears a small piece of carrot.
“Nothing.”
“Did you ask?”
“Twice.”
“Mm.”
“…This can’t sustain.”
Frank’s eyes narrow slightly at the insinuation. He chews his food thoroughly, considering. He swallows, tips his chin up, pronounces:
“It’s under control.”
Shelley seems hesitant still, but she gives a small, appeasing nod.
—
He’d pitched it as a broadening of the program—expanding from married couples into bringing in people that needed a guiding hand in their lives. He’d bring in a man and a woman, both single, and bring them together. He’d further revolutionize the program, bonding couples and building a more robust community in Victory.
The man they’d brought on, Howard, was ready and willing to be paired with her—he’d approved of her before they went under. But she doesn’t know, and she has been resisting it. She tends to the ladies’ sides at functions. When she isn’t, when she’s with Jack, or Dean, or Ted, she still chats amiably, an easygoing smile on her face. But she goes quiet whenever Howard is anywhere near her, and often finds a way to excuse herself if they’ve been pulled into a conversation together. They fit on paper—but in practice, Frank has been hitting a few…Roadblocks.
—
“May I come in?”
He asks it with a warm, knowing smile. Her mouth works wordlessly before she takes a step back, head ducking as he steps inside. He’s seen pictures of her apartment in the real world—the clutter, the knick-knacks, the packages that have arrived but hadn’t been unpacked yet. When she’d shown the ‘life coach’ around, she’d been flustered. She knew precisely where everything was, but could never seem to keep things in order, in their proper place. He remembers the beseeching eyes of her parents as they’d pleaded for him to take her in.
He wishes they could see her now.
There’s hardly a thing out of place, though there do seem to be a couple of books and magazines scattered unfashionably across the coffee table. The shelves have only the absolute basics on them; the floor is clear of clutter.
She skirts around him, walking to the kitchen and beginning to make coffee. She hasn’t asked if he’d like some; he hasn’t asked for any. He wonders why this is her first instinct—if she’s seen the other women do this when someone comes over. He takes a few steps deeper into the home, looking around. It’s smaller than the others—a similar ranch style, but with one bedroom down the hall, and a bathroom beside it. Once she and Howard are together—once she falls in line, and they marry—they’ll move into a home that's the same size as the others. And then he’ll bring in the next two singles, and try it again.
It’s been good that she’s so difficult. It’s helped him work out a few kinks.
He turns to her again as he hears the rattling of the cups and saucers. Her hands are shaking. He watches her set them on the counter before she turns from him again, scrubbing her palms dry against her skirt. He tuts, and her shoulders pull tight. They stay there as she continues to scurry around the kitchen. He can’t help but smile.
He really does make her nervous.
—
“Are you happy here?”
He doesn’t expect an honest answer. They’ve made it through two cups of coffee and so far all she’s said is, “Would you like a refill?”
Her gaze flickers to him. He can practically see the wheels turning in her head. She opens her mouth, then closes it, then nods. Frank tips his brows up, chin dipping toward his chest as he waits, expectant. When she realizes that the nod won’t be enough, she manages, “I—…Everyone is very nice.”
“Even me?”
His smile widens as she turns her flustered face from him, a hand raising to scrub at the back of her neck.
“Why didn’t you attend dance class today?” He asks.
“I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Perhaps we ought to have Doctor Collins come and take a look at you.”
“Oh! No, no, I—“ She shakes her head, “I feel much better now. It was just a headache, it’s…It’s passed.”
Frank hums thoughtfully, glancing around.
“Do you have plans for this evening?” He asks, though he already knows the answer.
“No.”
“Come and have dinner with Shelley and me. It’s been some time since we’ve had the chance to catch up properly.”
That was by design. Frank had taken it upon himself to arrange a sort of meal roster—every night, she and Howard with one of the other couples. They were often dine separately, but now and again, she and Howard were invited to the same couple’s house, as a sort of...happy accident.
She’s never seemed particularly happy about it.
“That’s very generous of you.”
“Not at all.”
He stands to leave, and she follows suit, trailing him to the door. He puts on his sunglasses and turns, giving her a smile.
“6 o’clock,” He orders. She nods. He doesn’t hear the front door close until he’s gotten into his car.
--
She brightens at the sight of Shelley, falters at the sight of Frank, and balks at the sight of Howard.
But Shelley takes her by the arm and guides her deeper inside, filling the air with almost mindless chatter, entreating her to say hello to the men before joining Shelley in the kitchen.
Frank watches her closely. He sees the way she fights her own body, forcing her legs forward while her torso and head lean away a touch, like they can pop free of her bottom half and make a run for it. When Howard stands, when he leans forward to peck her cheek, she ducks back, takes his hand, and pumps it in an almost aggressive greeting before she hurriedly leaves the room. Frank narrows his eyes after her as she goes before he glances up. Howard looks crestfallen, his jaw beginning to clench with frustration. Frank raises a soothing hand, pats his shoulder as he sits, and encourages, "Give her time."
--
“I hear you saw Howard last night.”
Bunny says so with a salacious grin, leaning in and propping her elbows up on the table, resting her chin on the back of her hands. You glance at her, panic beginning to roil through you. Shelley practically leaps to your rescue, taking up the pitcher of lemonade. She pointedly tops up everyone’s glasses as she says,
“Howard stopped by to have a drink with Frank, and he was able to stay for dinner.”
“How was it?” Peg asks.
“Dinner was delicious,” You answer diplomatically.
“And the company?” Bunny leans even further in, a knowing smile curling her red-painted lips. You glance between the three women nervously before you give a small shrug and a shake of your head, your nervous energy washing over you in a wave.
“You know I enjoy seeing—” Shelley? Yes. Frank? Well—Howard? Christ no. “Everyone.”
Bunny guffaws as Peg sighs and takes her lemonade up. You sink down in your seat as Shelley settles the pitcher back down on the table.
“Why don’t you just go out with him? Howard seems nice. And we’ve never had a wedding in Victory,” Peg offers, rubbing her pregnant belly. A wedding. The thought makes your stomach lurch.
“He does seem nice,” You concede.
“And attractive,” Bunny waggles her brows.
“I suppose.”
“You don’t think he is?”
You consider, eyes lowering to the table. He’s tall, willowy, and dark-haired, with fair skin and a prominent bone structure. His eyes tend to bore right into you, heavy and cold, as if he’s trying to drill for something between your eyes.
Sure, he’s handsome.
But Frank is—
No. No, you can’t go down that road—especially not with those three staring at you, Frank’s wife included.
“I, um—...Oh, excuse me,” You clear your throat before you spring out of your seat, mumbling your apologies and hurrying for the door. None of them stop you; you can hear Peg and Shelley chastising Bunny in your wake.
You squint into the sun, half-running down the empty sidewalk and damning your hurry for forgetting your sunglasses at Shelley and Frank’s. You slow when your lungs burn, three blocks from where you started. You sigh softly, rubbing your hands together as that jittery feeling begins to ebb. You look down at your collar and spot a crumb from the cookie you’d had at Shelley’s. Frank would be disappointed if he saw. You reach up, swiping it away with a soft huff. You suddenly feel so silly for hurrying away as you did, but now you don’t know what to do with yourself. You don’t want to go back to your house. You can just picture Frank in your kitchen, staring you down and drinking your coffee.
You can’t imagine how Shelley will relay today’s incident to him. If you’ve any luck at all, she won’t tell him a thing.
--
You’ve no luck at all.
You’d hoped when you’d answered the door that it would be Shelley with a bemused smile and some words of wisdom. Instead, you find Frank waiting there, your sunglasses in hand. You hold your hand out, giving him the chance to put them in your palm and walk away. But Frank steps more deeply inside, pushing your arm aside, your sunglasses still curled in his fist. Your stomach churns as he brushes past you. You hear his footsteps track more deeply into the house. You turn to watch him, your hands twitching at your sides.
You’re determined to handle this better than his last arrival—to actually speak, at least. But Frank just makes you feel so tongue-tied. The look that he gives you, the blend of curiosity and goading, makes you want to say and do the silliest things. And that damnable smirk that he always fixes you with—
He turns to you now, but with no such smirk on his lips. His face is harshly neutral, his lips pressed into a thin line. He watches you for a long moment before he says, “Come here.”
It’s as it was at dinner—your body moves despite your wants, almost automatically. But where you’d walked to Howard for fear of being rude, your body feels drawn to Frank, like a magnetic force is tugging you. You stop a few feet from him. Your heart pounds roughly in your chest; your palms are beginning to sweat. You absently clutch at your skirt, giving it a squeeze. Frank’s eyes lower to your hands, then lift to your face again.
“Closer.”
You don’t want to, but again, your body does as he asks of it. Frank sets your glasses down on the kitchen island and plants his hand on it, cocking his hip just a touch.
“I have tried to be patient with you.” His voice is deceptively soft. You feel the hair raise on the back of your neck. You’re rooted in place, like a rabbit trying to avoid being seen by a hawk.
“The way you have conducted yourself since arriving is unbecoming.”
“F-Frank, I—”
“No,” He shakes his head, “No. You’ve had plenty of chances to talk. You didn’t take them.”
You flounder, beginning to look away, but Frank reaches out, grasping your jaw. A chill trips down your spine, a counterpoint to the way your belly suddenly floods with fire.
“If you can’t play nice, I can’t allow you to stay,” He warns.
“I am playing nice—”
“You’re not playing at all. Now, Howard is a good man, and he likes you. You’d be a fool to pass that opportunity up.”
Your gaze drops to the counter. You feel like a child being chastised on the playground. Frank gives your jaw a squeeze before he dips his head into your gaze.
“Look at me.”
You do as he says, your stomach churning.
“Put your hands down,” He adds. Your fingers release the skirt of your dress automatically, falling limply to the sides. Frank’s eyes skim your face, dipping from your eyes, over the slope of your nose, down to your lips. Your heart pounds as his eyes settle there. Your fingers twitch to grasp at your skirt again, but you force them flat.
“Does Howard make you nervous?” He asks.
“No.”
He tips his brows up, and your face flashes with heat.
“Well…Maybe. A little,” You amend.
“…Why do I make you nervous?”
You consider lying, but you know it won’t do. He has you cornered in your own cage. You swipe your tongue nervously across your dry lips.
“I think this would make anyone nervous.”
“What would?”
“Wanting something that they can’t have.”
Frank’s tension flickers. His eyes narrow a touch, searching your face for any hint of deception. Then his lips dip to the swell of your mouth. He draws in a deep breath, giving a small shake of his head.
“If you can’t play nice,” He repeats softly, “I can’t allow you to stay.” He takes a step back, finally lowering his hand from your face.
“You’re coming by for dinner tomorrow.”
It’s another order, issued as authoritatively as the last. You can’t bring yourself to ask if Howard will be there. You can’t bring yourself to watch Frank go. As soon as the door shuts behind him, you fall to your knees and crumble.
--
She’s expecting Shelley. Frank can see it in her eyes when he opens the door. They flash with that bright, nervous energy; he hears her grip tighten on something too, something that crinkles. Frank just takes a step back and nods her inside before he glances around to see if anyone is watching. When he shuts the door, he turns to find her looking around the front entryway, taking slow, drifting steps.
The dress she’s wearing doesn’t seem quite her style. He thinks she must’ve borrowed it from one of the others. He walks closer, resting his hand on her lower back to steer her more deeply inside. She keeps her gaze set ahead, though her painted lower lip is drawn between her lower lip. Glancing down, Frank finds that he has a good view of her breasts from the dipping neckline of her top.
She definitely borrowed it from someone.
“What’s that?” He asks, nodding to her hands as they reach the kitchen.
“Oh, I—” She holds it up, “I made a pie. Shelley always makes such amazing meals, I just wanted to—To contribute.”
Frank hums contemplatively, taking it from her. He lifts the aluminum foil, eyeing the golden, flaky crust before he sets it down on the counter.
“Where is Shelley?” She hedges as he walks to where the wine and two glasses are waiting on the counter.
“With the other ladies, at Peg’s.”
“…And where’s Howard?”
Frank turns back toward her, brows raised, bottle and glasses in his hands.
“Is that why you dressed that way? For Howard?”
She seems to flinch at the question, hands clasping and tightening around one another. Frank purses his lips as he sets the glasses down beside her and opens the wine. He’ll have to break her of that, too.
“I was going to…That is, I thought I’d—” She starts, then fades.
“You’d what?”
“…Play nice.”
It leaves her softly, with fear. Frank hums quietly, thoughtfully, passing her one of the glasses of wine before he nods her toward the backyard. She follows obediently, seeming wary of spilling the wine on her borrowed dress.
- -
The meal is passed in the same quiet of their coffee. She seems even more reticent now, sitting at a small table practically side by side with Frank beside his pool. But she’s smiled more, and answered the odd question that he’s asked her. Now, he hedges:
“Would you have more confidence in Howard if you knew him better?”
“I don’t know. I—I couldn’t say. I don’t know him, so I’m not sure that knowing him would help.”
“But you have confidence in me?”
She balks, turns sharply to their empty plates. Frank doesn’t press. He just waits. He’s come to learn that plying her for an answer too swiftly closes her off.
“I wouldn’t say I have confidence in you—I mean!” She draws in a gasp as she realizes what she’s said. Frank can’t help but smile at her nervey impertinence.
“I have confidence in—In what you’re building here, and how, and—But what I feel is—”
“Attraction.”
Frank spies her hands dipping to grip at her dress, no doubt to dry her sweating palms. He reaches out, resting a hand atop hers. His fingers brush against her thigh. She wore pantyhose tonight—she didn’t rush, or forget.
Good.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” He soothes softly. His thumb skims her exposed knee, the rasp of the hose making his skin tingle. He can feel her fingers tightening in the fabric of her dress. He shifts a little closer, thigh brushing hers as his head dips. He brushes his lips along her bare shoulder, smiles as he feels her draw in a shaking breath.
“Does this,” He tips his head up, brushing his lips along her jaw, “Make you nervous?”
She gives a small, slow nod, as if she’s wary of shaking him loose.
“Would you like me to stop?”
There’s a beat before she gives a small, slow shake of her head. He grins sharply, sliding his hand up her thigh just a little bit. The fabric shifts under their palms. He can feel her muscle twitching, torn between pressing up into him and holding absolutely still.
Motivation. That’s what he’s decided she needs. Frank has something she wants, and he has something he wants her to do. If he can get her firmly under his thumb, then he can maneuver her under Howard’s. He needs to draw her in, twist her up, and let her go, like a pathetic little toy.
He slides his hand up just a touch more, dipping toward her inner thighs. She draws in a breath then, thighs tightening and stopping his hand.
“Frank,” She mumbles. It’s a shy mumble, but he needs it from her in a different way—he needs to hear it in elation, desperation, and, finally, despair. “What are you doing?”
Frank tips his chin up, nosing gently along her cheekbone.
“I’m showing you what can happen,” He murmurs, “When you play nice.”
- -
Your body muddles with excitement, shock, and fear.
You can’t do this. Shelley is too good, too dear to you. You couldn’t betray her trust, her confidence—but as Frank guides your head toward his with a hand on your nape, a hand on your thigh, his nose brushing yours, and those sweet, bright eyes peering into yours, you think you could betray anything that you hold dear. Your stomach twists as Frank’s lips brush yours. Your heart thuds in your chest, blood roaring in your ears.
“I’ve—I’ve never been—…I mean…” You stutter. You can’t quite get the words out, but Frank takes your meaning. He hums sympathetically, shifting his hand from your nape. He raises his hand to your lips, trailing his fingertip over them. Your body tingles with the sensation, your breath catching in your throat. You fight the urge to tease your tongue out and catch the tip. The thought makes your body go hot with want.
“Would you like to be?” He murmurs.
You nod a little, a quiet, breathy, “Please,” Leaving you. Frank’s smile, what you can see of it before he leans in, is a beautiful sight. His finger trails from your lips to curl a knuckle beneath your jaw, keeping you steady.
The first press of lips is gentle, and dry. Your eyelids flutter closed as you revel in the closeness and warmth of his body. Frank begins to draw back just a touch, but you feel yourself leaning in after him, chasing the contact and the pressure, silently pleading for more. You feel the soft, huffed laugh that he gives, and before you can sink into your embarrassment, you feel his fingers curl around your jaw. He tips your chin up just a little as he leans in again. This is a touch more than he gave you before—now, his lips slide across yours with tantalizing tenderness. You shift your lips, experimentally. He hums with soft encouragement before he draws away. You open your eyes, panic flaring up in your belly. Had you done something wrong? Is he bored with you?
But Frank is smiling and nodding to the side.
“Why don’t we have some of that pie.”
- -
It’s dangling the carrot. By the time she leaves, she’s received a handful of chaste kisses, and a warning: if she wants this to continue, she has to keep their little rendezvous between themselves—and she has to try with Howard.
“Really try,” Frank warned, fingers raised to point at her, like he was scolding a child, “I’ll know if you’re not. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Frank.”
The promise had been given with a new tone—obedience was beginning to supersede her nerves. He’d grinned, cupped her jaw, and murmured, “That’s a good girl,” Against her lips before granting her another peck. She’d chased him for another—she always chased him for another.
Now, Frank leans in the doorway, watching her go. He can’t help but smile as she turns, giving him a shy smile and little wave. He raises his hand in turn.
This is going to be too easy.
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Frank Castle x Runaway reader
Holy fuck I’m back. whats up i have more shit to write and am currently re watching the Punisher because why not and yeah
IMPORTANT INFO:
The reader ran away from the mob and frank found them on the streets and was like “this anyone's kid?” and didn’t wait for a response. latter reader is scared that they are coming for the reader and there scared that they might try to hurt frank. Hes not having it.
Warnings: mob shit/mentions of dead family/ a little angst
It was New York dude. Everyone knew what the mob was. the thing is almost every New Yorker will tell you that they’ve never had an encounter with the mob. Your not every New Yorker. Wilson Fisk found you when you were a kid back on the streets. you were cold and hungry and he took advantage of you and used you to fulfil his needs.
He needed a body gaurd or some from of protection.
you did it.
He needed information?
you got it.
he wanted someone dead?
Done.
By the time you were 15 you had almost 50 dead men under your belt. All because of Fisk. That monster cheated you out of your childhood. So when Fisk was about to go to jail you left. But before you did you wanted him to know how much you hatted him by testifying agonist him in court. You left the mob bis but not the city. The bastard didn’t pay you enough for a bus ticket. and you loved the city, it’s your home. And he wasn’t going to ruin that for you. After he was in jail you were on the streets. Right back to where you started when you meet someone.
He was tall and had a marine haircut. It was Frank. One look at you and the man took pity. He keep seeing Lisa in you. Knowing she would be around your age. How can someone so young go through so much? You hadn’t showered in weeks and your hair was a mess. Your clothes smelt of body odour and you had dark raccoon like bang forming around your eyes. Yup Frank taking you home.
It took a lot of convincing thought but eventually you began to trust him. and he trusted you. It didn’t take long for him to learn who you are. after all, barley 15 and 50 murders under your belt?
This was all months ago.
Currently you were under a blanket watching the new on the TV while frank made the both of you tea. That was when you saw a face you thought you’d never see again. Fisk.
You froze and continued watching. “Today in hell’s kitchen, Wilson Fisk a notorious con artist and mob boss broke out of prison along with his 2 other partners. Police have closed all ways in and out of the city: streets, highways, along with planes being grounded to insure that he is taken into custody as soon as possible.”
You were so fixed on the TV that you didn’t notice Frank had already sat down beside you with both cups of tea in hand. Do you think he would come after you? I mean he would be pissed because you snitched but would he? would he try to hurt you? or worse. Frank? You squeezed your eyes tightly, as to get those thought out of your head but they were still there. Frank must have seen you do that and know what you were thinking. He put is arms around you shoulders and rubbed circles with his thumb on your shoulder. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.
After you finished drinking you tea you left to your room and went to bed. or no. You tried to go to bed. You couldn’t sleep. Thoughts still racing in your head. You couldn’t wait anymore. You needed to leave now and fast. You cant have him finding you and hurting frank. You grabbed your old duffel bag and threw your clothes into it: along with some food, water bottles, and phone. You were about to finish when frank walked in.
Did he here you?
“you cant come with me” you said. you could feel the tears behind your eye burn.
“The hell I can’t, what are you doing?”
“What the hell does it look like I’m doing? Did the open drawers and duffel bag not give you enough clues?” you said angerly.
Frank looked at you in the eyes the time “you don’t need to run,I’ll keep you safe.” You don’t know why but this pissed you off.
“You don’t know Fisk like I do!! He will come for me and everyone I care about including you!” you screamed “Frank please...I’ve already lost one family, I can’t lose you too” Frank gave you a look. You forgot that he lost a family too. At this point you were crying and you couldn’t stop.” Hey” he said firmly walking up to you. He engulfed you into a hug and let you cry into his shoulder. After a minute he looked at you and said
“Hey, Hey look at me.” He was cupping your face now and forcing you to look at him. he was wiping away your tears with his thumb “Look at me. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you do you understand me. Never ever. I’ve lost so much and I sure as hell don’t plan on losing you. Got it?” He looked like he was about to cry to. He kissed the top of your head and then your forehead and stayed there hugging you. Your his kid. If Fisk or anyone else thinks of laying a hand on you. He’ll be there to protect you.
sorry if this was short its 10:30 and
im tired
im also not re reading this so there are spelling mistakes
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You are such a wondrous bean and amazing writer, big congrats on your milestone you totally deserve ALL the followers 😁
Could I please request 🚕 with Frank and 6. first time switching ‘roles’ in the bedroom ?
— um first thank u so much for ur kindness i love you. second can i tell you a secret? this is EXACTLY what i wanted to do for this prompt. thank god for you. don’t get me wrong i think frank would 100000% be on top almost always, but like. come on. this is hot as fuck. this was too short for me watch me turn this into a whole ass fic one day okay bye.
— prompt:
🚕 6. first time ‘switching roles’ in the bedroom
— warnings: explicit content 18+. (sub frank guys. omfg.) swearing, general sexual content, mentions of blood.
[grippingbeskars 2k night out celebration!]
“Frankie? That you?” You hear giant, staggering footsteps coming in from the front door, and you know you don’t have to ask, but life on the run has you cautious.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Just me.” He says, and even though he says the words, you can hear there’s something different in it. In his tone. Not tired— but tired. Getting up from your shared bed, you walk out to the main room, seeing Frank leaning with his forearms on the bench, holding a bottle of scotch.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He looks up, his eyes a little distant, and tries to smile at you. You stop on the opposite side of the bench, matching his bent over posture, leaning over to brush your hands against his.
“Nothin’. Just a long day.” His knuckles were raw, bright red, and you can tell he tried to scrub the blood off them before he came home.
“You know you don’t have to hide it from me.” Your eyes are still on his hands, and he sighs.
“I know, baby, I just don’t wanna bring that shit home to you—“
“But it’s home. You come here first next time. Let me clean you up.” He nods, and lets you take the bottle from his hands. You move around him, getting him a glass with ice, and pouring some of the golden brown liquid in before sliding it back over to him. “Drink.”
“Yes, ma’am.” You bite your lip, hiding your smile as he does what you asked, bringing the glass to his mouth and nearly finishing it with one swallow. When he brings it back down, you top it up again, and he looks at you, squinting. “You tryin’ to get me drunk?”
“Maybe.” He huffs, smirking at you while downing the second glass. “You wanna talk about it?”
He shakes his head, and you take the glass from him, pouring another before finishing it yourself. Moving around the counter, you wrap your arms around him from behind. You feel him relax, just a little underneath your hands.
“You’re too good to me.” He pours yet another glass, but your hands come up to stop him from drinking.
“I’m not getting you drunk.” He stands and turns around, pulling you by the waist so you press against him in every way possible.
“No?”
“Nope. Just… lighter.” He laughs, leaning down to kiss your forehead, waiting patiently for whatever you have to say next.
He is always the one to take care of you. In every sense— he’s protected you from actual death no less than a hundred times, put you back together with his hands and his words. Hell, he even cooks you breakfast every morning. Naturally, this follows into your bedroom, where he takes control, thinks for you, let’s your mind go blank so you can sink into that mind-numbing bliss.
It’s not that you don’t enjoy it— you’ve said that you would die happy doing nothing but fucking him, all day, every day. You just want him to feel that same floating kind of bliss. You want to be the one who thinks for him, to take care of him like he does, to let him relax, completely, and not have to think of anything else.
You’d had the idea for a while, and floated it by him in passing, trying to gauge if he’d be completely opposed to it. He always replied the same— that he trusted you, and wanted to do whatever you wanted. Although that wasn’t exactly a pin point answer, he always said he just trusted you. Trusted that you would respect his limit, that you knew what he would and wouldn’t do, and respected it. You did, but you still felt like you had to tread lightly.
“I was thinking…” Your hands slid down his chest, slowly, and you swear you heard his breath hitch when you stopped at his belt. “I want to do something for you.”
“And what’s that?” He was staring at your hands, watching as they began to undo the buckle, threading it out purposefully slow.
“I wanna take care of you.”
“You always do.” Both of his hands come to your face, cupping your cheeks and kissing you. He holds you there, easily taking control of the situation, your mouth opening for him as he tastes you in a way that has your head spinning.
It’s so easy to fall into, the way he just dominates every fibre in your being— if you weren’t so set on what you wanted to do tonight, you’d let him take over. It was natural, but you wanted to take care of him. He deserved it, especially after whatever has happened to him tonight.
“Wait.” Frank pulls back, eyebrows furrowed.
“What’s wrong? You okay?” You were nodding, finally getting the buckle on his belt and sliding it out, holding onto it with one hand.
“I’m fine. I wanna take care of you.” You repeat, and he nods.
“You ah— you lost me. You don’t think you already do?”
“No. I know. I…” The idea was becoming increasingly intimidating the longer you thought about it, and you leaned entirely on that glass of scotch to power you through it. “Do you remember what I asked you, a couple weeks ago? We were watching that movie with the snakes… on a plane.”
“Snakes on a Plane.” You laugh nervously, nodding. “Trust me, I remember everything about what you asked me.” He leans down and kisses your jaw, the heat of his mouth nearly making your legs give out.
“Tonight. Now.” You say with a little finality. Maybe even a little dominance. Frank straightens, his hands dropping to your hips again, eyes a little wide.
“Lead the way.” With how he’s standing, he looks perfectly comfortable, a solider ready to take orders. The thought sends a shiver down your spine and you take a step back, preparing yourself.
“Go to our room and lay down on the bed, please.” He laughs, pushing off the counter. “Actually, no. Not please. Just do it.”
“Not please.” He mutters, still laughing as he casually walks through the doorway to your bedroom. You hear the squeaks of the mattress under his weight, and you take another swig of the scotch before walking in after him.
You were still holding Franks belt, unsure of what to do with it. Frank usually ties your hands with it if he’s being especially indulging, and it’s the only item that you own that could really be used on him. At least, for now. That wasn’t a road you were going down today.
“You look beautiful.” He says, hands behind his head as he stares at you, waiting.
“Thank you, but that isn’t helping.”
“Don’t be nervous, baby. It’s just me.” God, his voice was going to be the death of you.
“I’m gonna tie your hands. To the bed.” You kneel on the bed over him, and he smirks at you, lazily stretching his arms back. “Is that okay?”
“Course it’s okay, baby.” Taking a deep breath, you link the belt through the wooden posts, then around his wrists. His hands are balled up in tight fists, and you let you hands fall slow and gentle along his arms, watching the muscles in the contract under your fingertips.
“I should of taken your shirt off first.” You look down at him, fully clothed, and he smiles. Then, you see his hands clench and unclench, and you see the red markings along his knuckles.
It reminds you of what you what, what you were doing. What he wants. Steadying your heart beat, you quickly slink out of your shirt and pyjama bottoms and straddle Frank across his waist.
“You are beautiful.” He repeats, and you start working the buttons of his pants.
“You already said that.”
“I damn meant it.” Your core rests over his boxers, feeling how hard he is, and your head rolls back at the contact, making you both sigh. “Fuck.”
“Feel so good.” You roll your hips against him, and he groans, the sound of leather stretching indicating how he was already slipping into the desperate state you wanted him in. “Always so fucking good, Frank.”
“Take ‘em off. Feels better.” Your head rolls forward now, toward him, and you lean down. Your face was hovering just above him, and he lifts his chin to kiss you. You pull back, just out of reach, and he sighs.
“Shh. Or I’ll stop.” The words are so often said by him that they sound foreign when coming from your high pitch, but he practically loses it just as the sentence. He groans and bucks his hips, creating a friction so delicious you might cum just at the feeling of him.
“Come on, sweetheart.” His jaw is tight and his hands are gripping the headboard hard, but you just roll your hips and say his name breathlessly.
“What? Doesn’t this feel good?” He nods, and swallows, eyes looking up and down your body before tugging on the belt around his wrists again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“Fuck. This how I sound?” Smiling, you lean down to kiss his forehead, mumbling a ‘mhmm’ before sitting back up. Every roll of your hips make him twitch underneath you, and it only spurs your confidence.
“You want me to fuck you like this?” He nods again, and you whisper the next words into his ear. “If you want something, you have to ask.”
“Fuck. Come on, baby. Fuck me like I know you want to.” It’s not exactly what you were planning on him saying. Somehow even with his hands tied to the headboard he was still able to move you how he wanted.
Still, you were so desperate for friction that you pull him out of his boxers and lose your underpants. You don’t want anything in the way now, and when you throw your leg over him this time, a much more desperate sounding groan echos through the room, and you think Frank might actually tear the belt in two.
“So fucking wet. You like this, baby?” He asks, grinding into you. Your fingertips drag the soft fabric of his shirt up his chest, and you yank it out of the way, letting it tangle with the belt on his wrists. With another roll of your hips, your eyes roll back and you let your nails drag along his abs. “Be a good girl for me. Let me help you.”
“No.” You have to bite your lip to stop the smile on your face as you watch him pull at the belt again, groaning when you start getting faster. The familiar heat Frank always made you explode with was building, and you wondered if you could cum like this. With the noises he was making, you were pretty sure you could.
“Don’t be mean.” Frank pouts, but he’s moaning like he’s paying you a compliment.
“You don’t sound upset, baby. You want me to stop? Leave you here all high and dry?” You were high on adrenaline and your incoming pleasure, shivering every time Frank cursed. “You know I can. I’ll just finish myself off over there if you don’t want me —“
“No. No, baby. Don’t...” He almost growls, his tone possessive and desperate. You squint down at him, trying to cling to any form of composure as he grinds his hips into yours. “Don’t leave me like this.”
“Whaddy’a say? Hm?” Your finger traces over his bottom lip, and for a second theres a face on him that you don’t recognise, except in the mirror. It’s a face you make when Frank’s teasing you, ad you can’t decide whether to test him further or fold completely. Pride blooms in your chest at seeing him like this, but you have no idea how he doesn’t just give in. He looked so fucking good like this, you’d give him whatever he wanted under any other circumstance. “Be the good boy I know you are. Ask me nice and sweet.”
“Fuckin’ hell.” His head drops back when you get a little faster, feeling yourself get closer. “Please. Fuck— please just...”
“It’s okay. You can cum just like this. I’ll fuck you all night if you ask like that.” A shattered moan rips from his throat as he cums, hard and unexpected. It hits him by surprise too, his eyes shooting open as his abs tense and twitch underneath you. The sight has you chasing him into release, two more rolls of your hips has you arching your back above him.
“Fuck— yes. Please.” He says again as you cum, kissing your forehead when you finally give out and flop your head next to his. “Jesus.”
“You okay?” You whisper, and he laughs roughly.
“That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen, baby.” You turn and kiss him lazily, both of you spent with the effort of restraining yourselves in different ways. “So, you gonna...”
“What?”
“What you said.” You squint, and honestly you can’t think for a second, the post-orgasm bliss still racking your brain, and then it comes and you are right back up on cloud nine.
“Oh. I don’t know. Where you a good boy, Frankie?” You run your hands through his hair and tug a little like you know he likes, and he groans, nodding agains the pressure.
This was different, but it was just another way you could take care of him, and when you finally drifted off to sleep hours later, in each others arms and completely spent, there was no sign of that worry on his face from when he walked through the door.
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Not now- Frank
summary; part 2 of Not Today; you haven’t talked to Frank in a few days after your fight. It has been very weird and awkward around the house, you had no where to go and either does Frank, so you were stuck. He’s been trying to get you to talk to him but you won’t, until one day when you need his help.
warnings; fluffy fluff, blood(reader cuts her finger while cooking.), make-out session.
It’s been a while since you talked to Frank, ignoring him was the best thing right now. You were still upset with him fighting with you over something so innocent as talking to an old friend. He apologized to you over and over again, wishing you would just speak to him, but you ignored him or say, not now Frank.
You just wanted to be by yourself for a while, collect your thoughts and just be alone. You felt bad ignoring him and not talking to him but he deserves it after the way he treated you. You were upset and missed his touch and his kisses and his voice. While he was at work, you decided that today you were finally going to talk to him, finally get him to touch you again. You figured you would make him dinner and talk about your feelings while in a comfortable position.
Frank walked into the house after work, he could smell your cooking from the driveway. He took his shoes off at the door hanging up his jacket on the coat rack. He walked to the kitchen and saw you by the stove; your hair was tied up in a messy bun, biker shorts and a crop top with an apron wrapped around your waist. You had two pots on the stove cooking whatever it was you were making with something in the oven. Frank stood by the doorway for the kitchen and watched you cook. You had on a speaker playing soft music, you picked up your glass of wine that was by the stove and took a sip from it as you watched the water boil. Frank cleared his throat, causing you to jump and turn around looking at him, “When’s dinner?”
You blushed deeply and turned back around to stir the pot. You looked at the time and saw it was 5:17pm, “Uhm, dinner is at 6.” you said softly.
“Hmm? What was that?” he frowned a little not hearing you.
“Dinner is at 6.” you said a little louder then turned your head to look at him, “We are having pasta and meatballs.”
He nodded, “Okay, im gonna go shower.” he walked up the stairs and he sighed to himself. He was happy you said more than two words to him, finally. He wanted to find out why you were making dinner for the both of you, you never did that, only when something was going on, or you wanted something from him. Maybe you were finally going to break up with him and say you are leaving him and doing it over dinner. So many thoughts ran through his mind as he stepped into the shower, hoping that you weren’t about to break up with him over pasta and meatballs.
After his shower he got dressed in grey sweats and a white t-shirt. He looked at the clock saying, 5:45pm, he hummed walking down the stairs and to the kitchen. You were still cooking dinner, humming to the song playing. He walked up behind you and reached in the cabinet grabbing two plates. “I’ll set the table.” You turned to him and nodded stirring the pasta.
You turned to the island and grabbed an onion, “You want onions in your sauce?” you looked at him as he was grabbing silverware.
“Uhm, yeah that’s fine.” he walked to the dining room and set the table. You grabbed a knife from the draw and started to cut the onion. You went to cut more of it when your hand slipped and you cut the tip of your finger.
“Ow fuck!” your hand started to shake and you quickly grabbed a paper towel and wrapped your finger in it. “Frank! Frank!” blood started to seep through the paper towel, “Frank!!” you yelled as he walked into the room.
“What?! Why are you screaming?!” he looked at your panicked face then down at your hand covered in blood, “Shit!” he walked quickly over to you and grabbed your wrist, “What happened?” He grabbed another paper towel replacing the other one.
“I-I was cutting the on-onion and my hand slipped and I-I cut my finger.” you cried in pain resting your head on his shoulder, “Help me Frank please! It hurts!”
“Alright, alright,” he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “Let me just see how bad it is, in case we gotta go to the hospital or if I can just stitch you up here.” he opens up the towel as you hide your face in his neck wincing. He looks at your finger as it was cut open, but not so badly. “Alright its okay baby,” he puts the towel on it again, “Lets go to the bathroom, I’ll clean it and put a bandage on it, you'll be fine babe.” he walks with you to the bathroom and sits you down on the toilet. You hold your wrist and whine as he walks away from you to grab the first aid kit, “Its okay baby, I’m right here.” he walks back to you and takes the towel off and starts cleaning up your finger and then he wraps a bandage around it with tape to keep it secure.
“Is it that bad?” you whimper looking at him.
“No. You nicked it. Only reason there was so much blood is because you were drinking. Alcohol can increase your blood flow and cause more blood to come out when you cut yourself. Its the smallest cut baby, you'll be fine.” he kisses your head then your finger and you nod up at him.
“Sorry about dinner.” you sniffled.
“What? No baby its okay, you didnt do anything wrong. We dont have to have the onions baby. Come on lets go eat.” he helps you up and you quickly hug him tightly not letting go. He looks down at you then wraps his arms around you hugging you back. You take in a breath smelling his cologne, warm and woody, you let out a shaky breath. He looked down at you as he felt his shirt getting wet, you had your eyes shut, tearing running down your face. He tightened his grip around you pulling you in closer, if that was possible.
“I miss you...” you said softly against his chest.
“I miss you too.” he kisses the top of your head hiding his face in your hair.
After dinner, you both were snuggled up on the couch, Frank was laying on his back, with you between his legs, laying with your chest on his. You had a big fuzzy blanket on top of you both while watching Wedding Crashers, Frank’s favorite movie. You started to get bored of the movie and you started tracing meaningless letters on his chest. He rubbed your back pulling you into him more as you tilted your head up kissing his jaw to his cheek. He shifted himself a little, you moved up so you were straddling his waist as you sat up on his lap. He had one hand behind his head, he looked over at you and smiled a little, “You alright?” he rubbed your thigh as you stared back at him.
“I love you Frank, I really do.” you put your hands on his chest looking down at him rubbing his chest.
“I love you too pumpkin.”
“I-I...” you sniffled now avoiding eye contact tracing circles on his chest, “I want to apologize for what I said that day. I was just very upset and I never want to feel that way again Frank. I never want to say those things to you again,” Frank rubbed your sides, now sitting up to be eye level with you on his lap, “I made you dinner to make up for the times I ignored you, how I treated you these past couple of days. You didnt deserve it, I-I...” Frank shushed you before you continued on. He puts his hand on your cheek moving your head towards him, making eye contact with you. You had tears in your eyes, some running down your cheeks, “F-Frank...”
“Shhh, please dont apologize.” he whispered against your lips, his eyes closing as he rests his forehead against yours, “Please, dont apologize y/n. I love you so much. I-I...I am going to stop drinking, stop smoking, everything. I just wanna be with you, holding you, loving you. I have not treated you fairly since we first met but I want to change. I can't stand the fact of you not being in my arms or being around me, talking to me. You deserve so much better than me, but I wanna work this out with you, I wanna be with you. If you'd let me, I wanna be with you and I will change.” he opens his eyes when he feels your hands on his cheeks..
“I wanna be with you too. I love you.” you leaned in kissing him softly, bringing him closer to your body. He wrapped his arms around your waist, placing both of his hands on your back. Your lips moved slowly against his, hands going into his hair and tugging a little. He slides his tongue against your bottom lip, letting out a small gasp you open your mouth for him to slid his tongue in. His tongue running smoothly against yours, he lays back down on the couch with you on top of him. When you started to feel your lungs burn, you pulled away looking drunk on lust. Both staring into each others eyes, lips swollen and red.
“I love you y/n.”
“I love you Frank.”
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