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Private Matters
Chapter V (18+)
CamBoy!Frank Castle x Female Reader
Story summary: After stumbling upon a cam website one night you quickly discover your favorite streamer. Unable to get the thoughts and images of him out of your mind you decide to become a supporter and the two of you grow closer to each other over time. Things get complicated when your close friend, neighbor and crush decides to express his feelings for you.
Chapter summary: You find out your neighbour Frank never left your apartment after what happened the previous night. After a nice breakfast and an interesting conversation, the man decides to prove something to you.
Chapter warnings: explicit language, explicit content, mentions of smut, teasing, pet names
Word count: 3.1k
A/N: chapter V is finally here! i am SO SO SORRY it took me so god damn long to get this out but to be honest i got a bit stuck on the story and wasn’t really motivated to continue writing it. Luckily, thanks to @chelseasdagger i managed to rework it slightly and now i’m as excited about it as i was when i first started. SO, with that i hope those of you who choose to read this will enjoy it! Let me know what you thought and if you’d like to be added to the tag list. Thank you!!
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Waking up in your bed after falling asleep on the living room couch the night before catches you off guard for a moment. You sit up straight, glancing around the room as the memories of yesterday’s evening slowly come back to you. The semi successful, but not quite, date with Frank, the walk back to your place, the make out session. Blood rushes to your cheeks at that particular thought, the feeling of his tongue on yours somehow still reminiscent in a spot right past your lips. It doesn't take long for you to remember the conversation that occurred right after, the weight of your words heavy on your shoulders now. You still weren’t sure why you mentioned it all to Frank, why you couldn’t just get over the feeling stuck somewhere in the back of your head. But you were thankful for his response to the awkward situation, he didn't mind your ‘confession’ or at least, if he did, he pushed it down deep enough for you to not be able to pick up on his actual feelings. Defeated, you sigh loudly, hands rubbing over your tired eyes. You make peace with the questionable decisions made the night prior.
After stepping onto the wooden floor, you quickly take in your current state. Clothes? The same ones you wore yesterday, nothing changed, and you frown at the thought of sleeping in them. Make up? Still partially on your face. Hair? Most likely a sleepy mess. You decide to sort out all those things before anything else. You quickly make your way over to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
The long, warm shower is something your body longed for without you even fully realizing. It takes you a moment to prepare for the day and after changing your clothes, and sorting out both your face and hair, you make your way out of the bedroom and to the living room.
“Morning.”
Frank’s voice comes seemingly out of nowhere, and you flinch, jumping back slightly, before noticing him by the kitchen counter.
“Oh shit… sorry.”
Frank lowers his voice apologetically, despite your gestures to let him know not to worry about it as you calm down quickly, now fully aware of his presence.
“I didn't think you'd stay after I fell asleep?”
You point to the couch before turning back to face him.
“Also did you-”
He shakes his head slowly, as if already knowing your question before you say it out loud—he didn’t carry you.
“Walked you over to the bed after a bit.”
The explanation fills the gaps in your memory, and you nod when the image of Frank walking slowly by your side, guiding your sleepy self into the bedroom comes back to you.
“Didn't want to...you know.”
He nods towards you.
“The clothes? Oh! Oh yeah, no you're fine. That…yeah it's fine, I changed now.”
You smile softly, showing off your chosen outfit before stepping in his direction and into the kitchen.
“You did try to take my makeup off, though.”
You point out, partially joking and partially serious, and Frank chuckles loudly in response.
“Didn't do it right?”
“Well, you got like half of it.”
You explain, grabbing the kettle to pour yourself some tea, and he nods.
“What are you doing here anyway?”
“Made this for you.”
Frank nods towards the island, and you only now notice the big plate resting right by the edge of the counter. Your eyebrows pull together, and you look up at him, slightly confused.
“You made me scrambled eggs?”
You ask, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips. He shrugs, suddenly changing his confident posture. His arms are now crossed over his chest, his face turned to the side, eyes no longer on yours. He wonders if that was unnecessary, maybe he made it weird.
“You don't-”
“Thank you, Frank, it smells great.”
You cut him off, sparing him the unnecessary overthinking before sitting down in front of the plate.
“Did you eat?”
He nods.
“Before you woke up…took your time."
He explains and you look up quickly with a defensive glare.
“Hey!”
“What? Half the day went by already.”
“It’s noon!”
Frank smirks at the answer, leaning over the edge of the counter.
“’S my point.”
He points out and you counterattack.
“Okay smart ass, it's my day off, so I can do that if I want, actually. You're the one who's over at a friend's place in the middle of a work day.”
You point out and Frank stands up straight, clearing his throat while his body suddenly tenses up slightly. With arms crossed in front of his chest, Frank's black, semi tight-fitting shirt struggles to stretch over his chest and you find yourself staring at the way the fabric pulls over his body.
“Yeah well...”
He frowns, thinking over his words for a moment before letting out a loud sigh. You watch as he pulls his phone out to check something.
“Doesn’t start ‘til later.”
He explains and you smirk playfully.
“Later? I thought half the day went by already.”
Point for you. Frank's posture changes again after the tease. His body relaxes some, his arms drop and he scoffs, shaking his head.
“Okay. You win, happy?”
He admits his defeat, and you finish up your breakfast with a nod and a cheerful smile. Grabbing the plate to carry it over to the sink, you go back to the topic of Frank's employment after coming to the conclusion that if someone were to ask you what your very close neighbor Frank Castle does for a living, you simply would not be able to provide an answer.
“Okay so…what do you do for work, like actually?”
Setting the plate off to the side of the sink to dry, you then turn back to face him again.
“Why?”
He frowns, clearly slightly hesitant to answer the question.
“Just curious.”
You shrug, an innocent smile on your face and he watches you for another moment.
“I mean…I don’t-”
Frank starts, taking a deep breath in, and you watch him think about the answer before continuing.
“You meaaan? You don’t know?”
“Well, shit it’s like…”
He frowns, frustrated at himself for a lack of the ability to find correct words to explain this to you properly.
“Yeah?“
You lean on the counter, nodding encouragely, awaiting his answers with anticipation as you watch him settle on the answer.
“Media.”
“Oh…”
You attempt to picture Frank working for some company at a small desk in front of a computer screen and frown at the thought.
“Disappointed?”
You glance back up, and your eyes open a little wider, before you shake your head quickly.
"No, no, I’m just trying to picture it like...what part? Like... managing social media? You don’t seem like the type...no offense.”
You follow up quickly with a slightly concerned expression glancing back at him.
Frank chuckles softly, shaking his head to let you know it’s alright and you didn’t strike him too hard with your observation.
“Okay, cause if it’s not managing, then what is it? Like vlogs or?”
You throw the idea at him and Frank is the one to frown this time, clearly "offended" that you could think so low of him.
“You always ask so many questions? Hmm?”
The man leans over to the other side with a stern expression and a raised eyebrow, attempting to get you to switch your focus.
“Only when I’m talking to a cute guy.”
You shoot, and he’s unable to dodge it. The frown slips away in exchange for a playful smirk. Squinting his eyes as if to make sure you won’t backtrack on your words, he's scans your face for another moment before dropping his gaze.
“So, it's not just that you interrogate people, you also lie, huh?”
“Well, you can either accept the compliment or answer the question.”
You smile innocently, leaning forward a bit closer to him now. Frank scoffs and looks off to the side after a couple seconds of eye contact before scrunching his nose and turning back to face you.
“How 'bout I ask you something now?”
He tries.
“Oh, I am an open book, Castle, you can’t get to me.”
“Yeah? wanna bet?”
Propping your head in your hands, elbows on the counter, you raise your eyebrows, feeling fully comfortable with your statement.
“Try me.”
“So, the guy you told me about?”
In that second, your stomach sinks and your body tenses up before he even finishes the question and your previous statement crumbles completely.
“Yeah, what was that? Open book?”
"Oh, haha, shut up.”
You push yourself away from the counter and make your way over to the living room part of the space. Leaning against the armrests of the couch, you cross your arms in front of your chest and sigh, trying to subtly escape Frank's eyes.
“Are you two like a thing?”
“What?”
You look up, and he finds your eyes.
“You said you do phone stuff, so... You two a thing?”
“Oh god, Frank, no, no, it’s not. No, there’s no 'thing'.”
He nods, silently thinking over your answer.
“You like him?”
Frank asks, and you dwell on how heavy the conversation suddenly feels. You shake your head slowly, and he frowns, his eyes searching for yours as he tries to decipher your thoughts without actually getting to hear them.
“You don’t like this guy, but you-"
“I don’t know him, Frank; how could I like him?”
You mumble quietly, your eyes focused on your feet.
“Well shit,”
Frank starts, and you look back up, thankful for his now nonchalant tone. You know he realized you felt guilty about the whole thing, it was his attempt to make you feel better.
“The guy clearly doesn’t know you either.”
He walks over to you, crossing the distance between you two in a few steps. You watch him confusedly, your head tilted up slightly, your eyebrows pulled together in curiosity.
“Clearly?”
He nods, filling the empty space between the two of you, his thumb gently rubbing over your chin as he tilts your head up to have you look at him.
“If he did, it would be a thing. Or at least you’d see him try to make it a thing.”
His touch makes your body relax almost instantly, his now quiet, low and raspy voice only adds to the comforting sensation as your eyes find his.
“You're saying that if this random guy knew me better, he'd like me or…try to get with me?”
Brushing his finger down your cheek, Frank smirks softly.
“Mean…why wouldn't he? Huh?”
The corner of your lips pull up at the words when you spot the perfect opportunity to tease him one more time.
“You getting soft on me, Castle?”
Biting into your lower lip, you watch Frank turn away with a cocky smile and you lean to the side, not wanting him to be able to slip away from you that easily.
“Huh?”
You press forward, and he shakes his head. Turning his face back to you, he nods slowly.
“Getting soft? On you? Sweetheart, you're really asking me that after yesterday? 'Mean...you felt it.”
Feeling your stomach cramp at the pet name, you do your best to remain collected and confident.
“Well...maybe you just wanted to be polite.”
Hooking your fingers on the belt buckles of his jeans, you pull him closer to you. The loud, raspy laugh rumbles through your body, and the sight of Frank's big smile makes you smile right back at him.
"That what you think, huh?”
He asks, whispering the question against your lips as he leans in closer to you.
“I mean, how would I know?”
You purr, pushing your hands against his chest, rubbing them up and down his torso, encouraging him to push forward.
“Want me to show you how?”
He glances down, his eyes now on your lips, before he looks up at your eyes again, licking his lips quickly. The low, rumbly voice travels through your body, down and between your legs and you push them together, hoping he wouldn't notice. You nod, stepping up even closer, your bodies now pushed up against each other, your leg nudging between his.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
A quiet hum is his confirmation, and he lifts his big hands up, cupping your face before his thumbs brush over your cheeks. Your body relaxes into the warm touch, one hand on the back of your neck now as he holds you close to him, and his lips brush over yours gently.
"Yeah, okay, I'll show you.”
He mumbles against you, his tongue brushing over your lower lip, before he finally pushes into the kiss. You hum quietly, and your hands find their way to the back of his neck. The short hair prickles your palm as you rub over it, pulling slightly. Frank grunts into the kiss, his head tilting to the side the second his tongue slips past your lips. He deepens the kiss, and you moan quietly against him. His hands linger up and down your body, resting on your lower back, before he pulls you in closer. After dragging your nails down his neck, you move your hands back to his chest. His body is so close to you now. Your palm sliding lower and lower over the belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans. He grunts into your lips, breaking the kiss when your palm rests on the bulge between his legs. Rubbing your hand against his cock through the fabric of his jeans, you watch as his eyes close, his jaw tightens, and you swear you can feel him twitch in your hand. Pulling away, he glances down between your bodies, huffing through his nose loudly. You press your lips against his neck and feel his hand digging into your lower back as he longs to feel your body on his.
“You feel that?”
He asks, his big hand now over your smaller one, his cock warm in your palm.
“What was it? Getting soft, huh? You still gonna think that?”
The questions rings out in your head, and you tighten the grip around him. His hips push into your touch…unintentionally? Maybe he did it just to get to you.
“Oh no, Castle, I think you managed to convince me.”
Pushing a strand of hair away from your face, Frank tucks it behind your ear before dragging his finger down your cheek. Tilting his head down, he glances up into your eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Mhhmmmm.”
You purr seductively and squeeze him, probably slightly too tight. A low grunt leaves his throat while he grabs your wrist, quickly pulling it away.
“Think maybe that’s enough, huh?”
His intimidating tone slips through his words, but you’re already lost, gone too far to turn back now. Before he’s able to react in any way, you push your other hand against him.
“Shhit-“
Your lips are back on his, your now louder moans successfully winning him over. Stumbling through the room and around the furniture, you make your way over to the couch. Frank falls first, panting as he sits down on the couch, pushing his legs apart. He doesn’t take more than a second to catch his breath before pulling you into his lap. You grind down onto him, your body rocking gently on his. His fingers wrap around your neck when his lips find yours one more time.
You hum softly, pleased with the sensation, and Frank scoffs loudly.
“Jesus Christ.”
He shakes his head, quickly looking down once he feels your hand on the buckle of his belt.
“Yeah, let me-“
His hands on yours again as you both struggle to undo the buckle for a moment. After you unzip the fly, Frank pulls the fabric of his jeans apart, lifting his hips up slightly with a grunt to pull them down some more.
“Go ahead, sweetheart.”
You glance down at him, eyes widening at the sight of the bulge in the gray fabric of his boxer briefs. With your heart pounding against your chest, you reach your hand out, and Frank pulls you back into a kiss. Your fingers hook over the hem of his underwear, and your hips push forward on their own at the image in your head. The heat of his body is so prominent against your own now and you moan knowing the feeling of him inside you is so so close now.
Phone. You pull away quickly, a confused expression on your face, when Frank curses loudly, reaching to the back pocket of his jeans to pull his phone out.
“God, f- god damn it.”
He groans while checking the alert.
“It’s um…”
He turns the phone for you to read it as well.
“It’s work.”
It takes you a moment, but you finally move, breathing out a quiet laugh before turning the alarm off.
“Media?”
He breathes out a quiet laugh, clearly frustrated but thankful for your way of searching for a comedic relief in a shitty situation.
“Media.”
He nods, hands rubbing over the sides of your body as he allows you to make the decision. You nod now, a soft, understating smile on your face, before letting out a loud sigh and leaning closer to him. Pecking at his lips softly, you somehow get rid of his frustration, not fully of course, but enough. You push yourself off his lap and sit next to him on the couch. Frank drags his hand down his face. One more loud sigh before he somehow manages to pull himself up and off the couch.
“Listen I-”
He starts, hands working the zipper close as he talks to you.
“It's fine, don’t worry.”
You explain, and even though you mean it, he clearly doesn’t believe you, and you don’t blame him. Despite knowing this wasn’t anyone's fault, the disappointment is difficult to push down or mask.
“I’ll make it up to you, yeah?”
You nod, but he’s still not fully convinced.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.”
Leaning over you, he doesn’t leave you much choice but to look up at him.
The slight disappointment in his own eyes, the honest tone of his voice, and his gentle touch on top of your leg—you can’t help it. Your expression softens with his words, and Frank picks up on it the second it happens.
“Attagirl, there she is.”
You roll your eyes at the pet name, but your smile is still present.
“I’ll make it up to you, yeah? Promise.”
He pecks at your lips quickly, and you do the same. One more kiss before you finally nod again.
“Okay.”
You mumble against him and push into his lips one last time before he stands up straight in front of the couch. Clearing his throat, he fixes his belt. Your eyes drop to the still prominent impression of his cock between his legs, and your thighs push together at the thought, once again.
“Right, I’ll-”
“Mhm, go do your media then.”
You both laugh, and Frank shakes his head.
“I’ll text you later?”
You nod again, a soft smile on your face, as you watch him wave before he shuts the door behind him.
You sigh loudly before falling back onto the couch. Staring at the ceiling you replay the last couple minutes in your head over and over again. The tingling sensation between your legs stubbornly remains with you despite your wishes. The pure frustration of the situation only strengthened by the overwhelming longing for his presence, his touch. Hiding your face in your palms, you take a big, deep breath before grabbing the nearest pillow. You push it against your face and with your eyes closed and the feeling of Franks hands on your body still present you let out a frustrated, muffled scream.
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Wherever You Go, I Go (Frank Castle x Reader)
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A/N: Requested by a nonnie! I love writing readers that give Frank an attitude when he's being a dumbass, so here's that lol
Request: “wherever you go, i go” with frank pls🥺? maybe a hurt/comfort where he tries to push the reader away to protect them but they’re adamant about staying by his side? of course pls disregard this if it doesn’t inspire you <3 have the best day 🌷💝
Summary: Frank hasn't spoken to reader in two weeks and then shows up battered and bloody on their doorstep. Reader accidentally reveals their feelings in a fit of anger.
(Warnings: all the normal Frank things, so like blood, descriptions of stitches, wounds, etc. also, lots of cursing, soft!frank, idiotboy!frank, loml!frank)
Frank Castle was a mystery to most people, but you thought you’d cracked the code in understanding him; key word – thought. It had been two weeks since you’d seen him last, and the idea that Frank had lost interest or abandoned you gnawed at your stomach at all hours of the day. He wouldn’t just leave, would he?
It wasn’t like you were officially together or anything, but after the months of long nights sewing up cuts and whispering secrets into each other’s skin inbetween teeth clashes and hair pulling, you couldn’t really call Frank just a friend of yours. He’d made that clear every time you were anywhere near him. The familiar weight of his hands on your waist, the way he knew exactly where to press his lips on your neck to make you moan, the soft kisses he’d press into your hair when he left way too early in the morning.
You weren’t crazy for thinking he cared about you – you knew that – but his lack of contact for two entire weeks was a growing concern. Was he hurt? Dead? Did he meet someone new? More interesting? You were losing focus in your day-to-day tasks, and it was all his fault. Your boss had sent you home early and told you to get some sleep because it was clear that you needed it, but it was now past midnight, and you were beyond sleep at this point.
A loud thump against your front door startled you out of your haze. You grabbed the pistol Frank had left for your protection and inched towards the door. Your apartment wasn’t in the safest part of the city, but you’d never had to use a gun on someone before. Frank’s words had been clear when he was teaching you how to shoot it: “Safety off, cock it, aim, and unload the entire clip in the bastard’s face.”
You repeated his steps like a mantra as you peeked through the peep hole. You stared into your dim hallway, searching for the source of the noise, and found nothing. You grunted in annoyance. Dumb kids being dumb, you supposed. You went to move away from the door, already over the disturbance, when your eye caught a tiny bit of movement towards the bottom of the peep hole.
It was a subtle movement, one you would’ve missed if you blinked, but it was there, and you recognized those god damned boots. You set the gun down, swiftly unlatching the deadbolt and swinging the door open. Frank laid in a crumpled heap at your feet, a low groan emitting from his throat. He’d been leaning against the door when you opened it, so he had landed flat on his back in your haste to open the door.
A gasp caught in your throat when you finally took him in. Frank was covered in blood. You could just barely make out Frank’s dark eyes looking up at you. His nose was crooked and bleeding, definitely broken, and you could see a cut across his chest that was flowing more blood than you knew a human could have in their body.
“Oh my god, Frank!” Your voice finally came back to you in a hushed whisper.
You curled your arms under his shoulders, tugging him far enough into your apartment that you could shut the door. Frank was tall and muscular, so you knew he’d be heavy, but his dead weight was almost impossible for you to move. You ended up falling backwards, landing on your tailbone. Frank’s head rested in your lap; face pulled in a painful grimace.
You cradled his head, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Where have you been, you fucking asshole?”
The way you were softly stroking his cheeks juxtaposed the anger laced in your words. Frank’s eyes were half lidded – he was barely conscious, but still breathing. You crawled out from under Frank’s weight and ran to the bathroom, grabbing at anything and everything that could help.
Frank was struggling to move when you dropped down next to him, pushing him back towards the floor.
“Stop, stop, stop. Don’t move.” You mumbled, tugging his jacket off. His shirt was being held together by a few strands of fabric across the collar, so tearing it off him wasn’t difficult. The hard part was having to peel the sections of fabric that were so coated in blood that they were stuck to the gaping wounds. Frank’s breathing stuttered as you started putting pressure on the wound across his chest.
Blood was bubbling out of the cut, falling down his sides and onto your freshly mopped floor. Your Christmas pajamas were coated in red, but you weren’t worried about any of that. The more pressure you put on Frank’s chest, the more his eyes widened, and he needed to stay conscious.
Once the bleeding slowed, you began to sew stitches into the gash. Frank’s eyes followed your movements. It was a slow and painful process, but it gave you enough time to figure out what you wanted to say to him.
“You’ve been gone.” You mutter, pushing the needle through his skin. “You’ve been gone, for weeks, and then you show up half dead and bleeding all over my floor. Where were you?”
“’m sorry, baby.” Frank’s rough voice had a direct line to your heart, which ached in response to the two weeks of radio silence.
“I thought-” He gritted his teeth as you pushed the needled through his skin again, “I thought you’d be safe if I wasn’t around. I thought you’d be happier.”
You rolled your eyes, glancing over at him and then back down at the stitch you were working on. “If you really thought that, then you’re an idiot.”
“I never said I was smart.” The smirk on his lips reminded you of the rage you had swallowed down earlier.
“You. Left. Me.” You spit. “You couldn’t even say goodbye? You just fucking left me and thought I’d be happier? Fuck you, Frank. You should know by now that wherever you go, I go. If you really thought that leaving was a good idea, then you’re either blind or I’m a fucking idiot for falling in love with you.”
You freeze, squeezing your eyes closed. Your planned speech had been thrown out the window the minute you’d let yourself feel just how angry you were at him for abandoning you, and you’d just accidentally said the L-word to Frank fucking Castle.
Frank’s hands hover over yours, still mid stitch. You didn’t want to open your eyes and see the rejection written on Frank’s stupid face.
“No. No. I didn’t mean to say that. Forget it.” You shook your head and focused your gaze on the chest wound that was almost completely stitched up.
Frank’s hands wrap around yours, halting any more movement from you. You didn’t want to look, refused to, even. Frank mumbles your name, slightly squeezing your hands.
You finally look up, meeting his gaze. His expression was mostly neutral, but his lips rested in a small smile.
“You love me?” he asks, nonchalantly running his thumbs over your hands.
You let your head bob in a single nod.
“I lo-” You cut him off.
“Don’t say it unless you mean it. And don’t say it if you’re going to leave again.” You plead with him. He lifts one bloody hand to cup your cheek and shakes his head.
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, sweetheart. I love you. And I left because that scared me. Everyone I’ve ever loved has been taken from me. I know it was stupid to leave, and I’m sorry.”
His words weakened the fire in your blood. Your eyes softened and you leaned into his hand, still cupping your cheek.
“I thought you were dead.” You whisper into his palm, pressing a soft kiss into his skin.
“’m sorry. I’ll never leave you again.”
The weight of his promise sits on your chest for a moment.
“Okay.” You respond, nodding your head. Your attention returns to his chest, a comforting silence overtaking the apartment as you finish stitching up the cut. You slowly make your way down Frank’s body, searching for and patching up any injuries you come across.
You help pull Frank to his feet. You’re both thoroughly covered in his blood, and you’re almost positive you won’t be getting your security deposit back on account of the giant puddle of it on your floor.
“Are you staying?” You ask, warily glancing between him and the door.
Frank cups your jaw and pulls you into a searing kiss. You stumble into his hold as he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug.
“I’ll stay forever if that’s what you want.” He mumbles against your lips.
“That’s what I want.” Your voice is breathy, seductive, even.
“Okay.” His tone is final as he nods and kisses you again.
“Okay.” You respond, smiling into the kiss. He pushes you backwards towards your bedroom, but you stop him. “We both reek. Shower, then fun, okay? And only if your cut doesn’t hurt too bad.”
“Got it, boss.” He chuckles, pulling you toward the bathroom.
After your shower, you walk into the bedroom, fully intent on ravishing Frank whole when you notice his sleeping form. He’s already in a deep sleep, arms resting behind his head on the pillow. You knew the adrenaline from the night would eventually catch up to him. You crawl into bed next to him and rest your head on his chest, carefully avoiding the cut you’d covered in gauze after your shared shower.
Frank turns, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
“Mmmm, love you.” He mumbles, still mostly asleep.
“I love you, Frankie.” You whisper, content to spend the rest of your life wrapped in his arms. Frank Castle is a mystery to most people, but not to you, you decide as you drift off to sleep, not to you.
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|| Star-Crossed ||
Pairing: Frank Castle x Female reader
W/c 13.3k
Tags/warnings: Romeo & Juliet style gangster forbidden love Punisher/Daredevil AU, super-protective Matt, Jack Murdock is alive and well, some pretty old fashioned chauvinistic values, violence and injury, (protected and unprotected) p in v sex, oral (f rec), *spoiler* (kids in the future).
Author's note: Aaaaah it's finally done! I started this in December 2022 and I've had to leave and come back to it several times trying to work out how I wanted it to go. Huge big massive thanks to @mindidjarin , @the-fox-den and @theradioactivespidergwen for all the beta help!
If you enjoyed it, let me know!
Epilogue
The Italians and the Irish. The Castigliones and the Murdocks. Two mob families that have been feuding for generations. One mired in dealing arms and the other in throwing deadly punches with them - running illicit underground fight clubs and loan sharking.
Matthew Murdock was one of the best fighters in the entire city; after all he was the boxer Battlin' Jack Murdock's son. 'The Devil O' Hell's Kitchen' they called him.
And he was your big brother.
He would certainly have some choice words for you if he knew where and who you were with right now.
"Princess, fuck, you're somethin' else y'know that?"
Your body felt flushed with heat and bliss as you collapsed in Frank Castiglione's lap in the back seat of his car, laughing as his stubbled jaw tickles you when he kisses up and down your neck, like he's still hungry for you.
"You say that every time Frank," you smile as you push yourself up off him, tutting as he ties up the condom and throws it out the fogged window before cleaning himself up.
Sometimes you have to pinch yourself to remind yourself that you aren’t dreaming. When the man that was so terrifying they gave him the nickname of 'The Punisher' was between your thighs, or you were between his, life felt like a fever dream.
"I'll buy us a villa in the Lakes. You'd fuckin' love it there sweetheart, I just know it. You'll wake up and enjoy your morning coffee on the bedroom balcony overlooking the water. I'll treat you so goddamn right…"
The scene he painted with his words was so clear in your mind and yet- "Frank we can't -"
"Baby, you deserve more than what I can give you in a half hour in the back of my car."
You pretend not to hear, adjusting your dress to look a little more decent.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me this is enough for you.”
You sigh softly. You didn't need to see that puppy dog look of his to know life wasn’t fair.
"No Frankie, you know it's not, but I can't be with you like that… my father and Matty would kill you if I ran away to Italy with you!"
He tucks some of your disheveled hair behind your ear. "So you're just gonna keep leading me along like this, huh? I wanna be with you baby. I want you."
"Frankie I want you too, but they'll get suspicious if I spend any more time out and about. My da and brother think I'm taking a dance class right now."
He half snorts with laughter. "Yeah well when we 'dance' you do got some smokin' hot moves sweetheart; but I don't want you showin' them ones to anyone else."
"As if I would." You say with mock indignation. "Anyway, it's a good enough cover for why I'm always so worn out when I get home!"
Frank just smirks. "Let me at least take you dancing for real. Tell the old man you're going out with your girlfriends one night."
You roll your eyes. "Aye and if one of my da's men sees me out with you? You’ll be dead and I'll at least be locked up with a flippin' chastity belt forevermore after that!"
"Baby," He pleads and his words hit you in the heart and gut, "I've gotta be with you. We gotta find a way to make this work."
You push up off of him, frowning slightly. "The only way it could work is if you go straight. Get out of the family business and be respectable. Then maybe my da would at least listen to us instead of reaching for his gun."
He just laughs. "Me? Respectable? Well I wouldn't be able to give you trinkets like this if I was makin' a 'respectable' living now, could I?"
He produces a gold necklace from his waistcoat pocket and places it in your open palm, smiling at your surprise. It's a fine dainty sparkling chain with a little heart hanging from it. You turn the heart over and your breath catches in your throat as you read the small engraved letters 'FC' in flowing script.
You feel giddy. "Oh Frankie…"
"Now you have my heart, sugar."
You want to scream out. Why did you have to go and fall in love with a boy from a crime family? Why did it have to be a Castiglione? It went against everything your two families stood for. Why did everything have to be so damn complicated?!
You lean forward to kiss him, fingers smoothing down his lapels. "Frank, I… I love it, but you know I can't wear it…"
He nods, resigned. "Yeah, sure." It feels like you've just kicked a puppy. You lift up your heel and slip it into your shoe for safekeeping.
"But I'll keep it with me, always."
He at least manages a smile and you kiss him again, chiding him as he sneaks his hands in places that'd make a priest blush.
"I've gotta go…"
"Ten more minutes, five even! Please babygirl, I'll make it worth your while." He pleads so prettily for the son of one of the cities' biggest mobsters and you very nearly crumble.
You extricate yourself from his grasp, trying to stay focused. If you got home late there would be questions. Your family was very protective of you. "You always make it worth my while Frankie."
"Dancing. This Friday. Wear one of your pretty dresses… mm, and don't bother with the panties."
"Frank!"
He hands you your coat, his lips pressed into a smile that you want to kiss off his face. "Can't blame me for tryin'. Fuck, I'm missin' you already."
"I'll seeya. Be careful." You say opening the car door and looking around to check the coast is clear before scooching out.
"Friday, yeah?" He calls after you hopefully.
You turn and flash him a grin as your heels clack away down the alleyway. "Friday."
~
"How was yer dancin'?"
You just about manage to stop yourself from jumping six feet up in the air as Matthew appeared seemingly out of nowhere as you closed the front door behind you.
"Oh excitin' and tirin', as usual." You reply, hanging up your coat and placing your keys on the sideboard.
"Where's da?" You ask, noting that his coat was missing from its usual place.
"Out. He's meetin' some new guy. One of' the big fight brokers from the other side o' town. He can fix us up with some top names, reckons we can make some real good money."
"Why aren't you with him, Matty? You bein' the best one an all…"
"Yeah I'm goin'. Wanted to make sure you got home okay first. You've been getting back later 'n later each time yer out. Da was worried. An I was too."
You laugh. "Oh Matty, you're so damn sweet, but I'm fine as you can well see. Us girls just love to gab on after, you know that."
He didn't look convinced but he nods all the same and that's when you see the blood drip down from behind his ear.
"Matthew yer bleedin'! I didn't know you had a fight tonight?" Your hands reach for his shoulders to keep him still as you have a closer look and then guide him towards the bathroom.
He shrugs. "Wasn't somethin' I planned exactly, one of the fuckin' Castiglione lads showed up at the gym.
"What? Who was it?"
It couldn't have been Frank, there was no way, but that didn't stop your heart creeping up your throat.
"One o' the younguns, just shit talkin' and tryin' to stir up trouble. Managed to clip me before I booted his arse down the street. Christ, I'd love a real excuse to fuckin' kill the lot of em…"
You stay silent, focusing your attention on gently cleaning the small cut and sticking a plaster over it.
"There. It's only a wee one, thankfully."
"Sis, yer a doll. Always lookin' out fer me." He pecks you on the cheek before grabbing his own coat and heading out. "We'll be back afore eleven. Stay inside okay?"
"Alright Matty, see you later."
~
It felt like you had been waiting months by the time Friday finally rolled around. You met the girls, Karen, Marci and Dinah at the dancehall, trying your best to pay attention and stay engaged in conversation but you found yourself constantly scanning the bar for him.
You freeze as you feel a hand on your waist and you whip around with your fist raised, ready to clock the slimeball who had dared to touch you.
"Woah, sweetheart!" Frank raises his hands in submission and chuckles as your expression changes from pissed to adoring in a fraction of a second.
"Frankie." You purr as he slides his arm further around your waist and takes your softening fist in his hand.
"If you're done with the fightin', may I have this dance?" He asks, leading you onto the crowded dance floor.
You nod and flash him a smile, trying to calm your excitement and allow yourself to melt into the solid mass of him, as you drift further away from your group of friends. "Missed you Frankie…"
He pulls you even closer and you can feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of your dress.
"Missed you more. You look so gorgeous darlin'," he says. He dances with you for a while, and oh, he's got all the moves - spinning you around and dipping you for several songs before he's guiding you towards a quiet corner away from prying eyes. You giggle as he noses your ear and kisses your neck, and when you meet his hungry mouth his fingertips dance up the outside of your bare thigh making you shiver.
"Someone might see!" You warn. You should break away, but you're eager for his touch and he knows it.
"Don't care. I need a taste baby. Been thinkin' bout you all week. Can you feel that?" He asks, and it's a dumb question because he's rock hard against you and it's driving you insane. Your mouth goes dry as he takes your hand and holds it over the front of his pants. "That's what you do to me princess, fuck… that's what you do."
You glance around, your nerves on fire with the excitement of getting caught but no-one is paying the two of you any mind.
"What about the bathrooms?" you pant into his mouth as he kisses you breathless again.
He grins, trying to hold in his groan as you squeeze his clothed cock in your hand. "What about 'em sweet girl?" He teases, knowing full well what you're implying.
As soon as the stall door's locked you pounce and it throws him for a loop. He's usually the one to take control but he'll be damned if he won't let you get what you want. You place both of his hands underneath your skirt right on your bare ass and you swear you could get addicted to seeing the expression that appears on his face as he realises you've honoured his request and you're not wearing a shred of underwear.
He squeezes your warm flesh as you unbuckle his belt and open his pants, taking his thick cock in your hand and giving him a few firm strokes. You slip your hand into his pocket and find what you're looking for, tearing open the packet hurriedly and rolling the condom onto him before you hike up your leg and urge him to pull you up.
It's a struggle for you both not to moan at the sensation as he sinks inside you. He turns you both so your back's against the stall, wrapping your legs around him and bracing his own legs wider so he can fuck you the way you crave.
You hear people coming into the toilets, laughing and chatting but it's no big deal, it's the kind of place that young lovers meet to spend some 'quality time' together, and you two were no different. You'd asked your friends to let you know, unlikely as it was, if any of your family appeared, so you felt as if this was the closest to having a relaxed intimate time with Frank as you could get.
You're at eye level with him as he thrusts into you against the stall, you love being able to see his face when he's inside you and watch him try to hold it together when he comes apart.
"Frankie," you moan, "oh fuck… feels so good!"
He kisses you again and it's so possessive you almost lose it, his hand reaches up to grip the top of the stall to give him more leverage to drive into you deeper and harder.
"Princess, you're a fuckin' dream. Touch yourself baby, make it feel good, that's right baby, let me feel it too."
You do as he says, unable to curb your impassioned cries as it takes almost no time at all to near the peak of your pleasure.
"F-fuck Frank- ohh god-!"
He curls in against you, his breath hot and heavy, letting go as he feels you spasm around him with the last few desperate thrusts.
"Marry me." He pants, still holding you tightly up against the stall door.
It takes a few seconds for the post orgasmic fog to clear from your brain so that you can process the words you think you just heard coming out of Frank's mouth.
"W-what?"
"Marry me darlin'. I'm askin' you to make me an honest man. Will you?"
"In the toilets? While you're still inside me?!"
He chuckles. "Hell, I know it ain't Paris, I just… I love you."
You beam from ear to ear, laughing too. Suddenly it doesn't matter where you are, you're just overflowing with unfiltered glee at his words.
"Oh Frank, I love you too!" his lips meet yours over and over, raining kisses all over your face until you're both laughing so hard you have to slip out of his embrace.
"You uh, haven't given me an answer, sweetheart..."
You can't help your sigh as you press your palm to the side of his face. "I told you before baby, a miracle would have to happen for us to be married. I want to, Frankie, I really do more than anything but I just don't see how."
He kisses you on the forehead before he cleans up and helps you fix your hair and dress. "Yeah, I know." He sighs.
~
You practically hop, skip and jump up the stairs when you get home, so elated with Frank's admission of love for you that the prospect of never being able to actually marry him couldn't even drag your mood down. Matt comes around the bottom of the staircase to see what all the noise was about.
"A good night then, love?"
"Oh Matty, it was just perfect!"
He smiles wide. "Glad to hear it pet, love seein' you so happy."
You were dancing around so much that you failed to notice the necklace Frank had given you fall out of your shoe and land on one of the stairs.
But Matt noticed it. You'd disappeared into your room by the time he'd picked it up intending to give it back to you. But then he ran his thumb over the charm again and again, gritting his teeth harder each time he read the engraving. He couldn't believe it.
He tried to stop the rage he felt rising from his gut, but this wouldn't stand, that was for sure. His little sister would not and could not ever be associated with that Castiglione scum. Matt's hands instinctively curled into fists. He was going to hunt down that son of a bitch and after he was done with him he knew he would never be going near you again.
~
When you come out of the shower and dress, the house is deadly quiet. You knew your dad was likely down at the gym training with the boys, but you called out for Matt, eager to hear about his next fixture. You loved your brother like no one else. After your mum was gone you were brought even closer together, most days you were never apart and even when he started fighting he'd always have the time to teach you some technique and even let you cut loose on him at the gym after school. He was so very protective of you when you started seeing boys, none of them were ever good enough for you and if he had his way you'd probably die a spinster.
"Matty?" His jacket was still on the peg. Then a glint on the sideboard caught your eye. The necklace.
Oh no.
Fuck, it must have fallen out earlier and he'd found it. You picked it up, brushing your thumb over Frank's initials. Your heart dropped like a stone as you knew what Matt was likely to do.
When you reach the warehouses down at the waterfront, you could already hear the commotion. A large circle of people stood near one of the huge open loading doors, mostly Castiglione men and some women, shouting and gesturing towards the center. You run up, forcing your way through the crowd to find the cause.
Your eyes find Frank first. He'd look so fine if this was any other situation. The muscles on his chest and arms rippled as he stripped down to his vest. He was wrapping his hands with cloth as a few of his clan around him amped him up with whoops and hollers.
Opposite him stood your brother, still in his regular clothes with his shirt sleeves rolled up.
Your stomach lurched with a rioting combination of butterflies and bile.
They were going to fight.
"No!" You shout, pushing your way past the crowd and running between them. You're not sure which one of them you were yelling at, your heart tearing itself in two with the prospect of what was about to happen.
"Go home wee girl," Matt barks, and Frank catches your eye.
"He's right for once baby, get out of here. You don't need to watch me beat his ass."
"Frankie, no! Just let me talk to him, you don't have to do this, you don't need to fight!" You wheel around to face your brother. Your blood.
"Please Matty, you don't understand! Stop," your eyes burn with the tears that threaten to flow. "Please don't, you can't… I love him!"
You try pushing him back but it has little effect. He keeps on staring past you in the direction of Frank, his head tilting minutely as he listens to him tie off the last of the wrap and clap his hands together, testing them.
"I think I understand enough. An' I'll be talkin' to ya later, that's for fuckin' sure, now get on home!" Matt growls.
You shiver, feeling sick with anger and the sheer frustration that the two men you love with all your heart were going to fight because of you. It wasn't heroic, it wasn't romantic, it was raw and ugly and you wished you could do something to stop them.
"You wanna set rules?" Frank asks.
Matt almost snorts with laughter. "Rules? Rules?! Don't think ya know the meanin' o' the word seein' as you've had yer greasy mitts on my fuckin' sister!"
Frank wasn't going to publicly shame you by telling him that it was you who had come to him. No, if there was ever a hope for the two of you he'd play this clean and right by your family like you wanted.
"Fine." He nods, smacking his fists together and starting to circle his opponent. "C'mon then Murdock, if you wanna do it this way, ding-ding. Let's go."
They drew up fast to each other and it was Frank who threw the first punch. Matt easily ducked it, dodging to the side and countering with his own punch that you couldn't see land through your tears; but it hit its mark as you hear that sick sound that you would usually relish when you watched the betting fights. But not today.
You run back home in a daze, unable to think of anything other than what if Matt kills him, and what will your father do to the two of you if he doesn't?
Tears continue to blind you and your heart is a dull, burning weight in your chest as you reach the front door. You can hear the TV on in the living room so you run upstairs avoiding the inevitable questions. You throw yourself on your bed and cry into your pillow until you finally hear the front door slam.
The voices of your father and Matthew are muffled at first and then your da is shouting. You cower as you expect him to come crashing through your door but it doesn't happen. A little while later there's a soft knocking at your door and Matt's voice floats through. "Little dove… c'mon lass, it's over."
You let out a loud sob, the horror of what he might have done washing over you, he'd never killed anyone before but…
"I hate you!" You push yourself up for long enough to scream through the door before burying your face in your bed covers again; pained heaving breaths wracking through your body as you cry your heart out.
He comes in and sits down on the edge of your bed as you turn away towards the wall. "You'll love me again soon enough. I've saved you a life o' heartbreak angel. He knows he won't be comin' near you again."
He sounds stuffed up, like his nose might be broken. Good. The words do little to stem the flood of anger you feel but now you know Frank is alive at least. "You can't stop me from seeing him, and you sure as hell can't control who I love!"
Matt smooths his hand over your arm but you jerk away from his touch.
"Here, shush now, you want Da rippin ya a new one? I've only just managed to calm 'im down cause he's none too happy about the situation. You're a smart girl, you know this can't be. A Murdock and a Castiglione?" Matt spat the name like the taste of it in his mouth disgusted him. "It's bloody ridiculous! There's never been a time we've not been dead set against each other. And ya better not have been tellin' him any of our business… Da will go properly spare then."
"I’ve never told him anything! I don’t care about the stupid business because I'm in love with him Matty! I love Frank and none of you can change that."
Matt sighs deeply, his voice hardens. "That's enough now! You'll get over him eventually. There are plenty of better men out there that deserve ya anyways. I won't hear any more about it, an neither will Da. It's finished."
He makes you feel like a child and you can't stop your tears. You cry softly, your blanket damp and crumpled from gripping it so hard.
Matt gets up. "We'll see ya downstairs for tea."
The door closes, and you feel more alone than ever before.
When you finally drag yourself downstairs to eat something your mouth drops open as you see Matt's face. Your earlier suspicions were correct, Frank had managed to break his nose, he had more than a couple of cuts on his brows too that Da had stitched for him, and from the way he moved around the table you could tell he was decently bruised. The fact that Frankie had gone down swinging was little comfort when it was your own kin hurt.
You ate in silence. Neither you nor your father were ready to look each other in the eye, nevermind speak. On the way to your room you looked for the necklace but it was gone.
You cried yourself to sleep.
~
You spent most of the day alone in your room. Your father came in to check on you, but as soon as you opened your mouth to talk about Frank, he shook his head, slammed the door and left you angry and resentful all over again.
At night you found your bedroom window locked but that wasn’t going to put a stop to your plans. Using a hair grip and a lot of determination, you jimmied it open and climbed out and down the fire escape. Nelson's was where you were headed, they owned almost the entire meatpacking district and their main shop wasn't far from the house. Everyone went there so you knew you might be able to find out about Frank.
The bell tinkled as you entered and Foggy was just closing up. But as soon as he saw it was you, he pulled off his apron and leapt over the counter to wrap his arms around you.
"Oh honey!"
"You heard?"
"You're surprised?" He asks as he leads you to the back of the shop so you're not seen. "It's pretty much all anyone's talking about. Actually thought your old man would have you locked in."
"Yeah well, so did he…"
Foggy laughs at that. He's Matt's best friend and practically family to you, and out of all of them he's the one that doesn't treat you like you're still a kid. You could trust him not to grass you up for sneaking out.
"Foggy, please tell me, have you heard anything about Frank, is he okay?"
"Well your bro didn't pull his punches… He's pretty banged up from what I've heard, and uh, he’s in the infirmary. That much I do know."
Your heart feels like it's banging against your ribs and your stomach twists into a tight knot. "Oh my god, Foggy it's that bad? Wh- I need to- I need to see him!"
Foggy places his hands gently on your shoulders trying his best to calm you down. "Hey, it's okay. As far as I know it was just a precaution for concussion. Um, and for stitches, cracked ribs, and stuff. I know it's not what you wanna hear, but it coulda been a hell of a lot worse."
You swallow past the huge lump that's formed in your throat thinking about some of your brother's unluckier past opponents. "Yeah…"
He sits you down, gesturing at the makeshift bar beside him. "Tea, or…?"
"Something stronger, Fog."
Foggy sighs and uncaps a half full bottle of scotch. He pours two glasses, and you quickly down the scotch, not caring about how rough it is or how much it burns.
"You know I don't judge but geez, what have you gotten yourself into?"
You grip the glass tightly and wait for Foggy to give you another finger of scotch before answering. "He's so good to me, Foggy.. Nobody sees it and no one understands. They're just blinded by this fucking age old rivalry between our families. it's insane! I love him, he loves me and I don’t know why everyone can't just mind their goddamn business? Why can't we just be together?!"
He sighs again, deeper and more fraught this time. "The thing is, this is much bigger than love hon. This… it could trigger another war. You think your pop is pissed at you? I don't even wanna imagine what Don Castiglione is gonna do to his son even after what Matt's done to him over this. Your families don't cross, and when they do blood is always spilled!"
Your brows knit together, face falling at the thought of how Frank might be punished, how he'd be kept from seeing you too. "Foggy, I need to see him. I know you must have contacts, you can help us meet without anyone knowing… please? Please can you do this for me?"
Foggy paces nervously. He loves you so much, would do near anything for you but…
He runs his hand slowly down his face. "Look, you just can't be seen near Frank at all, okay? You can't risk that and neither can I. But I do know someone; a nurse actually. She's a good friend and I might be able to get a note to him for you through her. But that's it, okay?"
He wheezes at the surprising force as you fling your arms around him and he gives you a small smile as you hug him tightly in gratitude.
"Thank you, Foggy!"
~
"There's our big cock-for-brains! How're the ribs, Francesco?"
Frank winces as he shifts on the couch to sit up as Billy swaggers in and throws himself down beside him.
"Better, asshole." he grumbles back.
Billy smirks. "Oh! Last time I checked I wasn't secretly fucking a Murdock but I'm the asshole? Heh, yeah that's a good one."
Frank doesn't even dignify his comment with a response but Billy keeps going.
"So, is she nasty? I'll bet she is. Does she fuck as well as that brother of hers fights? Actually, thinkin' about it she does seem to spend a lot of time with him-".
Billy gags as Frank suddenly grabs him around the throat, ignoring the dull pain in his body as he pushes him hard into the seat, choking.
"C-christ Frankie relax, I take it back! Fuck, I don't mean it, I just needed to know how serious you are about this girl!"
Frank lets him go with a growl. "You're fuckin' lucky you got such a pretty face Bill. If you were anyone else I woulda messed it up. 'Course I'm serious."
"Yeah, yeah I can see that," he half laughs, coughing and rubbing at his throat. "Well, you better have this then." He hands Frank a folded up piece of paper.
Frank's eyes light up as they flit over your words, but then he scrubs his hand over his face shaking his head, his worries sinking in.
"What is it?"
"Shit, she thinks it's her fault that we were found out. Shouldn't have given her that damn necklace… should have been more careful… fuck!" He pushes himself up with a groan and starts pacing the room, the muscle in his jaw twitching and ticking as he thinks.
"I've fucked this up. I need to see her."
Billy's expression turns to concern. "Frankie, you love this girl, right?"
The intensity of Frank's look gives him the only answer he needs.
"Maybe you should just lay low for a while. The last thing you wanna do is potentially stir more shit up and get both of you in an even worse way. Just keep your head down, focus on the work, and then… who knows? Hell might freeze over."
Frank hates the idea of you thinking he's abandoned you, it guts him, but he knows Billy's right. He has to keep his distance for now.
Fuck, he misses you.
~
A week goes by after you gave Foggy the note. And then another… and another. He can't possibly have given up on you, surely? But hope of ever seeing him again in the way that you did before starts fading quickly along with your anger at your brother. You had blamed him for everything, for perpetuating the rivalry, for telling your father, for putting Frank off you. You cried until you felt as though you had no tears left to cry.
Matt tries his utmost to distract you from your moroseness, dragging you along to his fight fixtures that you used to love watching. But every one of his opponents that he beats just makes you think of Frank.
There had been word of a huge arms shipment arriving at the docks later that week. Your father, uncles, and cousins spent most of their time planning on how they would get their hands on it before the Castiglione's could. It was a major job and a big risk, but if they could pull it off, it'd mean they could start selling weapons on the side and make even more money. You tried to talk your da out of it, piling up all the reasons he shouldn't get involved. But if there was anyone he was gonna take family business advice from, it was not going to be you.
"Matty I don't like this. We’ve got enough fingers in pies surely? We're doing alright, why is he so keen on going ahead with this job?"
Matt bounced gently against the ropes of the ring. "He wants to get one up on the Castiglione's, angel. He won' let your little dalliance hold shame over us, he wants everyone to know who's boss."
Shame. The word made you grit your teeth till your jaw hurt, you were sick of this. Your father was a proud man, too proud sometimes. Nothing about it felt right but neither Matt nor your da would give your concerns the time of day.
When the big night arrived you were ordered to stay behind, meet up with your girlfriends and go dancing or see a movie or something. Stay out of trouble.
Like hell.
You carried on as if you were happy to stay home, but as soon as Matt and your da left to meet the others at the warehouse you followed a little way behind. You couldn't shake off the bad feeling that was slithering up your spine.
~
Frank smacked the cartridge back into the handgun he had just finished cleaning and laid it down on the massive table along with a gleaming array of other weapons.
"Ragazzo, you ready?" Billy's voice drew him out of his silent brooding.
"Yeah, yeah. Gear up and we'll head to the docks. M'just itchin' for somebody to step out of line." Frank growls, slipping his gun in the back of his pants.
Billy throws him a grin and secretes his own arsenal of firearms and knives about his body. "Y'know, I kinda hope they do, I just love to watch you work, Frankie."
~
It was late when the boat docked. The Murdocks had intercepted it on its way in further down the river, overturned the guards and crew and steamed in ready for when the Castiglione's would inevitably be waiting for their delivery. You knew a couple of your cousins were stationed around the yard, lurking in the shadows of the huge containers just like you were. You knew how to stay hidden and move like a shadow when you needed to. Once a Murdock…
You see the Don's men arrive right on time, none the wiser as to what has happened until the gangplank is lowered and it's your da that steps out, flanked by two of his heavily armed henchmen. You couldn't see your brother.
"What the fuck is this?" Don Castiglione spits. He is every inch the gangster, tall, broad and extremely intimidating. You'd never seen him this close before but you could now see a bit of him in Frank.
"You Irish mutts think you can just take what's mine, huh? I'm insulted! You should stay in your own little game Murdock. Take my advice, the guns do not suit you.
His men move forward and your da holds up a hand. "Now fellas, we don't wan any bloodshed tonight. If ye take a look around you'll find yer outnumbered n' outgunned. So, if ye will jist step aside we'll be loadin' these up in our trucks and'll get out of yer way and we'll hear no more about it, right?"
You see the rest of the Castigliones gradually appearing from out of the woodwork, and then you see him. Your heart sighs with relief that he's okay as far as you could make out. The glint of his piece shines in the moonlight as he moves to stand near the Don, who whispers something to him.
"Francesco, you are going to make good on your… mistake, and bring me my guns, capiche?"
They stand stock still for a long moment as Frank stares him down before they both suddenly spin on their heels as a deep voice like burnt gravel cuts the silence; effectively interrupting the confrontation.
"Gentlemen. I believe I can resolve this rather… delicate situation that we have here…"
It's Wilson Fisk. The fucking Kingpin.
The metallic clack of weapons all around being raised and aimed at the newcomer echoes around the yard. However, the huge figure and his men remain unperturbed.
"Mr Murdock," he continued calmly, "if you would please step aside, I will take what is mine."
Your blood runs cold. You knew your da would never back down. He was stubborn and tenacious and had definitely passed that trait on to you and Matt. Damn his fucking pride, you wanted to run out between them. Where the hell was Matty?
Just as you predicted your da stood his ground, finger hovering near the trigger.
"Y'think yer the fatcat around here don't ya, son? Well, I'm 'fraid to say that yer jist plain fat. Now run along an' let us men finish our business eh?"
Time slowed to a crawl. It was like everything was running through a sea of molasses. A shadow leaps over the railing of the boat onto the dock, it's running towards Fisk's men, Frank runs too as you see too late as Fisk's right-hand man raising his gun at your father. The shadow plows right into the second man who had also brought out his weapon, tackling him down to the asphalt. Several shots ring out like cracks of thunder and you scream as all you can see is your father dropping to the ground, there are more gunshots and then it's all over as quickly as it had begun. Your eyes frantically search the scene trying to understand what had just happened.
Fisk is gone; disappeared into thin air along with one of his men. The other of Fisk’s henchmen was lying in a pool of blood at Matt's feet, one or both of the families had shot and killed him. You run out as you see your father being helped to his feet by Matt. They are alive and unhurt and you thank whatever gods would listen.
It's then you see another body lying limp in front of them.
"No….no no no!" You hurtle across the yard towards it, Billy Russo and the Don are heading exactly the same direction.
Towards Frank.
"Jesus Christ girl, what are you doing here?!" Matt rages at you. You fall to your knees as Billy turns Frank over onto his back, feeling for a pulse and listening for a breath; any sign that he is still alive.
Your father's voice is muddied in the background as the two families crowd around the scene. "H-He… that boy saved my life… he saved ma fuckin' life!"
Blood seeps from Frank's stomach onto the ground.
"Frankie no, no don't die! Don't you fucking die! You hear me?!" Tears flood down your face as you grab his hand and squeeze. Billy puts pressure on the wound, slapping his face a couple of times trying to get him conscious. "C'mon bro, c'mon wake up for me! Wake up!"
A van screeches up nearby and the Don orders his men to lift Frank and put him into the back. You climb in beside him, ignoring their protestations and grateful for Billy who snaps at them in finality. "She's coming with us.."
Matt runs up to the van after making sure your da is taken care of. "No… c'mon we need to get gone. You shouldn't even be here!"
"He saved our da, is that not worth anything?" You sob at him as Billy climbs in with you.
"Leave her be." Billy says. He slides the door shut and Matt's left standing as the van speeds off into the night.
~
Frank suddenly draws a wheezing breath as you hold onto his hand in the back of the van.
"Oh thank fuck. Frank! Frank, can you hear me?" Billy practically yells at him, ripping up his shirt and pressing it to the bullet wound as Frank gasps and groans in pain.
"Y-you holdin' my hand Russo?" He croaks, and you give it a squeeze, leaning over him so he can see you.
Your eyes briefly flick up to meet those of the Don, who has been silent the whole time.
"Frankie, you're okay." You tell your lover. "They're taking you to a doctor. You're gonna be okay."
"Darlin'," he tries to sit up, starting to cough and you hold him down. "What you doin' he-" he coughs again and Billy helps keep him still.
"Shh, yeah I'm here, just don't move, don't move." You try not to think about how much red there is pouring out of him and onto your hands.
"Fuck… fuck it hurts- your dad, he okay?"
You stroke your fingers through his hair and try to smile. "Yes, oh god Frank, yes he's fine, he's fine! Now shh, don't speak, just hold on for me alright? You're gonna be okay, it won't be long.
You share a worried glance with Billy and hope that it's not far now.
Billy barrels through the A&E doors ahead of you and the Don's men who are carrying Frank.
"We need help here! Where's Claire? Get me Claire Temple!" he growls, taking an empty gurney from a nearby orderly and helping get Frank on it as he drifts in and out of consciousness.
A woman in scrubs very quickly appears from the triage area and immediately takes control.
"Okay… we got a gunshot wound, anything else you wanna tell me? Was he conscious before now?" she asks you. A flash of recognition passes between you both, you had seen her patch Matt up after his fights a few times.
"No, no nothing else, yeah he was talking just a moment ago. He's lost a lot of blood on the way, can you help him, please?!" You plead.
"We'll do our best. Please wait here."
Billy pulls you along as you both follow after the crash team taking Frank through the double doors, but Claire stops him short after she lets Frank's father go through with them.
"Hey, we're family too!" He protests.
"There's too many of you to let into the room, please, just wait here. Someone will update you as soon as we can. Right now, our main priority is to get him stabilised. Please, let us do our job."
The two of you reluctantly move over to the seating area as the other men go back outside to the van. Billy paces as you sit chewing your nails down to the quick.
"What you said…"
"What?" Billy asked.
"'We're family'." You say, catching his eye.
He stops his pacing, looking at you with sincerity. "If you're important to Frank, you're important to me. It's that simple."
You give him a small nod, returning to biting your nails and waiting with worry.
Billy sits down beside you. "I'm sure he'll pull through. The fucker is hard to kill." he smiles and you return it, thankful that he's here.
"Yeah, he's gotta be alright."
~
After a few hours, Claire comes through the doors and you and Billy quickly get to your feet.
"He's stable. We were able to take the bullet out. It nicked an artery on the way in, but thankfully it missed his vital organs. We did have to give him a transfusion as he had lost a lot of blood. But, he's been stitched up and resting comfortably.”
"Oh my god," you felt the leaden weight lift off your shoulders slightly. "Claire, I can't thank you enough… Can we see him?"
She nods. “You can. Just know that’s going to be groggy from the drugs we gave him. But I’m sure he’ll still appreciate the company.” You and Billy thank Claire before going into Frank’s room.
He was groggy as Claire had warned you, but he returned the soft squeeze of your hand as you knelt down beside the bed. "Frankie, I'm so glad you're alright!"
"See, told you he was hard to kill." Billy said, patting Frank on the leg and smiling at him.
Frank chuckles, wincing slightly. "Yeah, you're not gettin' rid of me that easily. Baby, I'm sorry I got you into trouble. It's all my fault." He's looking into your eyes as he speaks, his hand reaching weakly for your face and you feel the bite of tears returning.
"Hey now, don't you cry over me darlin', I'll be alright. Everything's gonna be just fine, you didn't do nothin' wrong."
You sniff and laugh a little, stroking his hand that's cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears. "I'm the one that's supposed to be saying that! I missed you…"
"I missed you too. Not that I don't appreciate it, but you shouldn't be here. You should be with your family. With Fisk back on the scene it's dangerous baby, for all of us. What were you even doin' down at the docks?"
"I just had a bad feeling…" you interlace your fingers through his. "...but because of you my father is alive and well. I'm right where I need to be."
You're suddenly aware of an imposing presence as the Don entered the room. The man's even bigger than you had thought on seeing him up close.
"Ah, so finally I get to meet the bella ragazza causing all of the trouble? The little bird that has my Francesco's heart, hm?"
Frank rolls his eyes. "Papa…"
You step forward. "I- I'm sorry Don Castiglione, I really didn't mean to-"
He takes your hand kissing the back of it briefly. "You make my boy happy, and so I am happy. So good to finally meet you, however I wish it were under better circumstances."
You swallow your nervousness down, nodding, actually surprised with how easy going he seems in private. "Thank you sir, it's great to meet you too."
"We are taking Francesco home tomorrow to recuperate, why don't you come and stay at the house with us? We have many rooms and I am certain he will recover faster if his love is nearby, hm?"
You're unsure what to say to such a generous offer, but Frank answers for you. "She'd love to papa."
You nod politely, still a little intimidated by the Don. "I would, but only if you're sure."
"It would be my pleasure, my dear."
Frank kisses the back of your hand. "Alright, I hate to say it but you better scoot, sweet thing. There's some shit we need to sort out…"
You sigh, not even being shot could stop the 'big men' from having their secret meetings. You bid the Don thanks and goodnight and catch Billy at the door. "Please will you make sure that he rests tonight and he doesn't do anything too stupid?"
Billy just chuckles, "you know that's an impossible ask, right?" He pulls you into a quick but surprisingly heartfelt hug as you stand up. "But I'll do my best bella nemica.
Frank can't help laughing softly at the nickname, groaning at the pain as it makes his stitches pull. "Oh that's a good one Bill, I'm stealin' that. You take care darlin', love you so much."
"I love you Frankie, I'll see you tomorrow!"
~
As you walk out into the hospital foyer you find your father waiting for you.
"Da, I…"
He pulls you into his arms, squeezing you so tight and you hug him back, relieved. "You shouldn't have been there tonight…"
You slump against him, the exhaustion from everything that happened suddenly hitting you like a truck. "I know, I'm sorry. I had to come, I was worried about you both. I'm so glad you're alright."
"Is he… okay?"
You're surprised he cares at all about Frank but you nod. "Yeah, I've just seen him, he'll be fine. Where's Matty?"
"Out with boys patrollin', makin sure the streets are safe. Listen pet, I'm reckonin' we need to meet with the Castigliones to try an' organise some kind of truce. If Fisk is back and makin' a play to control the Kitchen we're gonna need more people an' it makes sense to join our forces."
You stare at him, your eyes wide not daring to believe. "Tell me you're serious. Please tell me you mean that da."
"That boy saved ma life, little dove. An it's war now, this changes things."
"But you've always hated them! Is Fisk really such bad news that you'd forget everything you drilled into me and ally with them?"
"Darlin, ye have no idea…"
When you get back home you spend most of the night into the early morning talking with your father. He asks so many questions about Frank. He asks about his family and about your relationship, and you answer what you can. In turn you grill him about Fisk, and he paints a dour and terrifying picture. You understand now why he'd go back on his previous vow.
"I need ya to arrange a meetin' with the Don. D'ya think you can talk to yer lad about it pet?"
"Uhuh, actually he offered me a room there so I could spend some time with Frank while he recovers… but I know what you're going to say so-"
He cuts you off. "Ye knew I was goin' to tell ye that ah think ye should go?"
Your jaw almost hits the floor in disbelief. "You do?"
"Aye, you'll be safe enough there. Don's got a lotta men, an' that Russo I know is a good shot."
"Matty won't be happy."
"No, but don't you worry 'bout that, I'll see to 'im."
You look into your father's eyes, and you can see he's asking for your help. You were scared. Kingpin had taken control of the shipment after everyone had scattered and who knew what else he had up his sleeve or when he'd choose to strike next.
But this… this might just be the way to bring him down. If he knew anything about Hell's Kitchen, he'd never suspect an alliance like this. Fuck, even you would never had imagined it could be possible.
The next morning you pack a bag, call a cab and go over what you're going to say to the Don when you get there. Matt must have stayed at the gym last night and you don't get a chance to speak with him. In a way you're almost glad as he'd probably chew you a new one for doing this.
The cab pulls up on the huge gravel drive and four well-armed guys in fine fitting suits give you a thorough once over and check your bag when you get out.
"Hey! Keep your paws to yourselves, you animals. She's good." You are so relieved to hear Billy's voice, and he flashes you his charming smile while guiding you towards the imposing front door.
"We figured Francesco would be safer here. The doc at the hospital wasn't keen on that idea, but what can they do?" He takes you straight inside. "You are here to help me look after the lil shit, aren't you?"
You follow him down the marble floored hallway, your eyes flitting around taking in the rather opulent but classic decor. "Of course, and who wouldn't rather recuperate at home if it's like this, holy crap!"
Billy smirks as he opens a door and ushers you inside the plush room.
You were so pleased to see Frank's smile. "Am I glad to see you again, sweetness." He tells you.
You bound across the floor to the huge bed that your beau is resting in. You're relieved that he looks so much better. You hold his face in your hands and are happy to see that he's back to a healthy colour. You pepper gentle kisses all over him, letting him know how happy you are that he’s better. Billy leaves you both to it and you're grateful to have some time alone with Frank. And so it seems, is he.
"Frankie, you look good, how are you feeling today?" you ask, squealing in surprise when he pulls you into the bed to lie beside him.
"Careful baby!" You exclaim before he's capturing your lips, not caring about the pain in the side of his gut if he gets to taste and feel you again. That wild want is there in his eyes when you break away and it's hard for you to resist giving in to it when his hands begin to roam over you.
"God I've missed you, missed having you…"
You huff at him. "Frank, you know I'd want nothing more… but you've got to rest, you've been shot for Christ's sake!!"
"Yeah, yeah I know," he says, the corner of his mouth pulling up mischievously. "but there's still some things I can do…"
You feel the heat in your face even as you shake your head at the audacity of him. He never gives up, yet another thing you love about him.
"Just be serious for a minute. My da’s asked if you can arrange a meeting between your father and him. He thinks our families should work together to stop Fisk."
He stops messing with you as he considers it. "Well shit, ain't the worst idea. And you agree?"
"I do. It makes sense, and it's the last thing Fisk would expect.
Frank mulls it over for a moment and then calls for Billy. "Hey man, can you get my dad in? Think we've got a proposal for him."
You're suddenly nervous for a different reason, hurriedly standing and smoothing down your clothes as the door opens. Frank reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"Hey, don't you worry baby." He reassures you under his breath. "Just tell him what you told me."
When you relate your own father's thoughts to the Don you're surprised when he doesn't interrupt, instead listening intently.
"...and where might the meeting happen?" He asks with interest.
"I think I know a place."
~
Foggy's in good spirits when you drop in to the shop. He’s glad that you’re okay, but his pleasant mood doesn't last when he hears what you've got to ask him.
“You want me to have The Murdocks and Castigliones under the same roof? Are you kidding me?”
"But your place is neutral ground, Foggy! There won't be any trouble I promise you."
He paces around frantically. "No trouble?! You can't promise me that!"
You fiddle with the snack display by the counter. "Look, I know it's a lot to ask, but if we can stop Fisk from becoming a permanent fixture everyone will be better off. Please Foggy, for the sake of the Kitchen." He stops his frantic pacing and pins you with a worried look.
“Fine. But if anyone gets shot, remind yourself I told you this was a bad idea.”
~
A couple of weeks later you found that Foggy wasn't exactly wrong in what he had told you. With the heads of both families and their closest lieutenants gathered in the large space of the Nelson's back room, the air quickly grew thick with tension. Matt arrived first with your father; stopping in his tracks as soon as he sensed you. You hadn't seen each other since that night at the docks.
"Matty-" you start. "alrigh' dove." he replies, only giving you a curt nod as he makes his way to the end of the long table. You sigh. This was going to be a long night.
When Frank comes in Matt stands quickly, his chair shrieking along the floor with his fists bunched at his sides. The Castigliones bristle, fingers itching and ready to reach for weapons. The tension was ramping up fast and it felt as though the meeting was about to fail even before it could begin.
"Ahh there he is. The golden boy. Fuckin’ cunt of the hour." Matt snaps.
"'The hell…?" Frank starts.
You found yourself getting to your feet.
"Christ Matt, will you just behave? Frank saved our da's life, does that mean nothing to you?"
"Aye it goes a way, but does he think he's better than us? That you're safer with him, with them, than us? Was that why you didn't come home, pet? Was this all his fuckin' idea too?!"
You'd never seen Matt this upset and angry before. You had to calm him down before something irreversible kicked off between the families. Frank shot you a concerned look but didn't interfere; knowing that anything he said could make things even worse. You pull Matty aside, whisper-yelling at him.
"Hey, listen to me Matt. Me staying at the Don's was da's idea, and getting everyone together was his too! Did you not know that?" You hiss.
Matt huffs. "No. I just thought that…" he paces before running a hand down your arm. "we're the ones that keep ya safe, love, yer family. Not them. It just feels like-" he stops himself, unable to fully admit his jealousy.
You urge him to continue, you don't want there to be bad blood between the two of you, especially now.
"I worry about ya dove. I know ya say ya love 'im, I just don' wanna see y'get hurt. When you're wit me, you're safe, y'can't get hurt. You know I love you too."
His expression is so honest it makes your heart burn.
"Matty, I love you so much, and I know you're just looking out for me but please, you've got to let me live my life for myself. I'm a grown woman now. You don't need to keep protecting me from everything!"
He sighs with resignation and you squeeze his arm.
"I know you're not sure about Frank but he really does love me, and I don't believe that he'd ever hurt me intentionally. And this? This is the best shot we've got at Fisk, you know that. Please don't throw this away Matt, do it for the Kitchen if not for me!"
He softens as you plead, "I'll do it for both of youse."
You kiss him on the cheek and whisper a sincere thank you before returning to the table where discussion is already underway. You walk over to stand beside Frank and kiss him swiftly. He's a little surprised that you'd make your relationship so public with the current situation as it is.
"S'everythin' okay princess?" He asks nervously as you place your hand in his, and let out a thankful sigh along with a shitload of tension.
"Everything's grand, Frankie." You say with a genuine smile. "Let's get this started."
The heads of the families agreed that they needed to find out what resources Fisk had, how many men and how much firepower he possessed before they made their move. It was proposed that members from each side should scout it out, and ultimately it was decided that Matthew and Frank would go.
As you watched Frank slip his pistol into his holster and give you a wink, you were reminded of the day you had first laid eyes on him. It felt like a lifetime ago even though it had been just over a year since you'd walked to the store with Matty, and Frank and Billy had been in there.
"Well that's my day ruined. Can't breathe in this town without runnin' into a Murdock, or two." Billy had remarked, looking you up and down with dark eyes and a devilish smile.
Matt stiffened, moving in front of you, jaw and fists clenched. "Y'know this is our territory Russo, so get lost or I'll help ya find your way out..."
However, your attention had been on Billy's companion, who you would later find out was the Don's son. His face was set hard, but he had warm brown eyes, and a big boxer's nose that drew your gaze. When they had left the store Frank had looked back over his shoulder, the faintest smile on his lips as he threw a wink your way and you found your face heating up.
Now they were heading into dangerous territory working together. Your heart was in your mouth as they both finished kitting up, arming themselves to the teeth just in case shit happened to go south.
"Please be careful." You say to Matt, your words somewhere between a prayer and a blessing.
"M'always careful, love." He replies before he lets Frank talk to you.
He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it as he looks into your eyes with a serious expression. "You promise me you'll go straight on home, yeah? Don't want you on these streets tonight baby."
You stroke the side of his face and bring your forehead to touch against his, breathing him in. "I promise. And promise me you'll look after each other."
Both men nod and then head for the door and you and your father head for home.
~
Matt stops Frank with his arm as he listens to check that the way is clear for them.
"Alrigh', we're good." He confirms after a couple of beats.
"Reckon we can get a read on em from up on that roof there, it covers most of their exits." Frank suggests, and Matt nods and follows. When they're situated, hunkered down side by side behind a low wall, Frank feels the oppression of something waiting to be said. The muscle in his jaw ticks as he clenches it and he can't stand it anymore.
"C'mon man, can we just get this over with? Say what you gotta say, I know you wanna. I can take it."
Matt swallows his pride and turns to his former foe after taking a pensive breath.
"Yeah, you're right, I have got somethin' t'say to ya. M'sorry. I was wrong about ya an I've been a right shitebag to you an ma sister all this time. But, there's a right thing to be done an' I'm hopin' tha we can move on?"
That wasn't what Frank had expected at all, a swift one-two knocking his brain around in his skull, but it felt like a dark cloud was lifting and he actually started to smile.
"I know you're just lookin' out for her Murdock, I get it, and I really appreciate you sayin' that. Might not have seemed like it but I've got a lot of respect for your family after meetin' that girl."
Matt nods. "Feelin's mutual. I shoulda just trusted her in the first place but y'know what's she's like, always gettin' hersel' into trouble."
Frank chuckles quietly. "Don't I know it."
They keep watch for a few more hours, noting the comings and goings of Fisk's men. After clocking where the weapons are stored, they manage to sneak in and get a good idea of what kind of firepower they have before reporting back.
The two long feuding families of Hell's Kitchen drive the Kingpin out of their territory in a spectacular blaze of fire and fists. He certainly didn't expect the Murdocks and Castigliones to team up and take back what was theirs; which was a huge advantage for the families. When Frank and your brother returned triumphant you leapt into Frank's arms, kissing him over and over and until he was almost begging for air.
When word spread of the victory everyone headed to Josie's to celebrate, but Frank knew his fight wasn't quite over. There was something else he had to do.
He's feeling like he knows real fear for the first time in a long while as he approaches Jack Murdock in the bar. He's got just one aim. One question.
Jack nods at him as he comes over, signaling the bartender to pour them a couple of whiskeys.
"Alright lad? We did good, eh?"
"Yeah, that we did. You, uh, know why I'm here?"
"Aye son, I know. C'mon then, out with it." Jack says to him.
Frank's mouth nervously forces a smile and he takes a deep breath before he begins.
"Sir, I'm sure by now you know just how much I care for your daughter, and if you don't, well… thing is I love her. Love her with all my soul and with your blessin', I want to ask her to spend the rest of our lives together.."
Your da raises an eyebrow. "Oh aye, is that so? An' would ya do right by her? 'Cos ya know if y'don't you'll have the whole clan comin down on ye like hellfire?"
"I know that and I will. She's my life now sir, couldn't love no one else more."
"Alright boy, but y'know we'll be watchin' ya."
He grins and raises his glass to Frank's own. "Well y'have my blessin', and I've no doubt she'll be happy wit ye."
Frank breathes out a solid sigh of relief and can't wait to tell you, to ask you to be his forever.
When he does it's a little bit more romantic than a toilet stall in the dancehall. He picks you up in his car the next evening. He's got the top down and is waiting next to the open passenger door as you step out of your house. You take his breath away every single time he sees you but tonight it's different, you no longer have to hide your love for each other. He takes your hand, takes all of you in, your dress, your hair, your beautiful smile. He knows he's a lucky man.
"Where are we going to baby?" You ask, but he only smiles and tells you to hold tight. You're curled around his arm the whole way as he drives you both to the hills outside of the city.
When he pulls up at a quiet parking spot you get out and can see the twinkle of the city lights below mirroring that of the starry sky. When you turn around to show your excitement he's pulling a hamper and blankets out of the trunk.
"Oh Frankie, this is so gorgeous! Thank you so much!" You squeal as you help lay out a blanket and he digs out some delicious treats, glasses, and a bottle of wine.
"Gorgeous spot for my gorgeous girl."
He opens the bottle then fills your glass and his own, and you raise them to clink and take a sip. He watches you looking out at the view, a mild breeze weaving through your hair. You're just sitting there and he almost can't believe how head over heels he is for you. Things could have turned out so differently but he's eternally grateful that they didn't.
When you turn to him you can't help but giggle at the insanely adoring way he's looking at you.
"What is it?" You smile, taking a bite from a plump red cherry.
Frank brings his hand up to the side of your face, his thumb passing lightly over your lips as you look up at him with your big eyes.
"God, I just…"
You tilt your head in curiosity as he reaches into the hamper for something, producing a small black box which he opens in front of you on bended knee. It's his mother's ring, a delicate and twisting precious metal band set with a small sparkling diamond glinting up at you.
"Oh Frank…" you gasp, any other words are lost in your surprise but he carries on.
"I love you baby, so goddamn much. And I know I asked you before but I'm askin' you now, proper. Your da gave me his blessing and I'm hopin' that you will too… please say yes darlin' and marry me? I've wanted to be yours since the first damn time I saw you. What do you say? Talk to me baby, don't leave me hangin' like this!"
Your hands come up to frame his face and you kiss him over and over and over as you answer an excited 'yes!' between every one. He's laughing with a smile so big as you hold out your hand for him to gently take the ring and slip it on your finger where it fits perfectly.
You kiss him again, this time it's slow and lingering on the lips and he wraps you up in his embrace as he deepens it, laying you down on the blanket underneath him. Your fingers slide into his hair and his hands squeeze the roundness of your ass eager to feel each other as your kisses become more heated and desperate.
Your eyes meet. "I'm yours forever now, Frank, make me feel like it."
He wastes no time answering your request, running his hands over your body, nipping and kissing at your earlobe and just below as he caresses your breast, and you push your hips up against his moaning with pleasure. You slip a hand down to feel his hardening cock through his pants, frantically scrabbling to loosen his belt and free him as he curls his fingers around the waistband of your panties pulling them down, his lips almost never leaving your skin.
"Baby, baby… mm, goddamn you're so perfect for me." He murmurs and you let the night sky hear just how good he makes you feel as he slides his fingers through your slick folds, teasing at your clit with light strokes.
"Yeah, you like that, huh? That what you need?"
"Frank please, I can't wait! Just- I need you…" you plead, pressing your body up against him and stroking your soft hands up and down his erection to make sure he gets the message.
"Oh shiiiit… alright sweetheart, shh-shh. I got you, I got you…" he whispers against your skin as he pushes his pants down and your silky dress up, quickly rolling on a condom. He moans along with you as he finally sheaths his thick length inside where you need him the most. both of you gasp at the feeling. You claw at his shirt, pull him as close as you can when he starts to rock into you. Every thrust of his hips has you desperate for the next, you want him so deep so that you can feel him for days after this and you tell him so, driving him crazy and making him fuck you even harder.
"Anythin' you want, I'll give you anythin' love, just wanna see your pretty face when you come for me."
He wraps a strong hand under your thigh, pulling it up making you moan out again at the new delicious angle, arching underneath him as he draws back almost all the way out and then fills you back up again, taking you so easily to the edge of an earth shattering climax. His hand comes up to cradle your face, watching you, seeing the love he feels for you reflected in your beautiful eyes.
"Frankie, you're gonna make me-" As you approach the precipice, the only thing in your mind is that he's yours and you are his.
He seals his mouth over yours, tongue teasing against your own, your whimpers muted as he does all he can to make you fall apart, to pulse and clench around him, your vision whiting out with only this blissful sensation spreading through your body and the sound of his voice in your ears while he talks you through it.
"Yeah baby, that's it my sweet girl… god I love you so fucking much-"
You cry out to the stars as you share in this intimate moment, showering each other in endless, breathless declarations of love.
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Epilogue
#frank castle x female reader#frank castle AU#punisher AU#frank castle smut#frank castle fluff#romeo & julier gangster AU#daredevil AU
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what once was mine - frank castle x fem!reader
summary: frank finds his way back into your life, and asks you to teach him a thing or two.
warnings: a bit of angst, some fluff, frank being cute, unprotected p-in-v (not completely explicit but it’s there)
a/n: in a shocking twist - ANOTHER ONE of these that didn’t go how I planned originally but I love where we ended up!! enjoy lovelies 🧡
🍂kay’s autumn adventures🍂
You’ve been trying your hardest to forget him.
It’s no easy feat; Franke Castle is not a man you can simply wipe from your mind, push from your memories. He’s permanent in a way that no other man has been for you before. It’s not just the strength of his body, it’s the strength of his personality, his drive, his wit. He rumbled his way into your life without warning, and disappeared in the same fashion, leaving you gasping for air, the rug yanked from beneath your feet. You’d worried from the start that it would end up that way, that you’d get comfortable, let yourself get happy again, and then he’d be gone.
And you were right.
Doesn’t make it any easier to forget him.
It was a few weeks before you’d removed any trace of him from your apartment, boxing up the minimal clothing he’d left in your bottom drawer, tossing out his toothbrush, shoving the worn copy of Slaughterhouse Five he’d been reading into the same box, the entire thing pushed to the top shelf of your closet, as far out of reach as you could muster. Out of sight, out of mind.
There were no photos to throw away, except for the few candids saved on your phone. You’d steeled yourself for the deleting, armed with a glass of wine and a slew of tissues. The glass was empty before you even found the courage to open the app, the tissues soaked and wadded in your lap by the end of it.
You hadn’t hit delete even once, just staring at his face on your tiny screen. The day at the pier, dinner at that fancy restaurant uptown, him driving your car with your linked hands lifted to his mouth for a kiss. You swiped through them all, each snapshot hitting harder than the last. You even fell asleep like that, curled up on your couch, phone clutched in your grasp, tears on your face.
If you knew why, things would be easier. If you knew what had driven him from you, be it you or something bigger than you, something you knew lurked in his shadow, something he hadn’t been able to shake, then maybe it would be easier. Maybe then you’d have some kind of closure. But the not knowing, that’s what hurt the most.
Six months, and you’re still trying to forget him. It’s easier than it was, and there are less nights that find you staring at the bottom of a bottle, wine-stained lips and tears on your cheeks, but he still lurks in your memory like a ghost. You’ve taken to combing the newspapers, desperate for a hint, for a notion that he’s still alive, that he’s okay. But…nothing.
You’re not expecting the evidence you get instead.
Late October, and the world outside your apartment is an autumn wonderland, picturesque beyond belief. Changing colours and piles of crunchy leaves on the sidewalks, long rainy days and dropping temperatures that have you curled up under a blanket most nights. That’s where you are right now, propped on the couch, half asleep with your head balanced in your head, when there’s a knock at the door.
Confusion furrows your brow as you peel the blanket back, sliding your feet into your slippers as the knock sounds again. “I’m coming!” you call, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, cursing quietly when you remember the makeup that’s now smudged on your finger. You wipe it haphazardly on your leggings as you reach the door.
Frank Castle stands on the other side. Alive, just as stupidly handsome as your memory serves, purple bruise on his cheek and his knuckles the same. He’s clutching a bouquet of white daisies, and his jaw ticks as he lays eyes on you.
“Hi.”
“Frank,” you start, white-knuckling the edge of your door. “What are you…?”
“I know that you probably don’t wanna see me,” he says, looking down at his boots, lips quirking. “Hell, I’m sure I’m the last person you wanna see and I wouldn’t blame you for kicking my ass to the curb right now, but I just…” He holds the daisies towards you and you reach out a tentative hand, trying not to let your hand brush his as you take them. “I had to see you, baby. I had to tell you I’m sorry.”
Against your better judgement, you let him in.
The night is spent on your couch, the pair of you talking well into the early morning. He explains himself, why he had to go, why he disappeared so abruptly. Some details he tells you he can’t disclose, and you find yourself okay with that. Wine glasses are filled and emptied, and you find yourself inching closer to him with every sip. He talks with his hands more and more, and you reach for his wrist after awhile, threading your fingers through his, keeping his hand in your lap while he continues his stories.
The clock reads nearly four in the morning once everything that needs to be said has been. The daisies are in a vase on your coffee table, and Frank stares up at you with big puppy dog eyes as you get to your feet, pulling on his hand, and pull him along behind you towards your bedroom.
You pause outside the door, putting a soft hand on his chest, biting your lip when his muscle jumps beneath your palm. “You only get one second chance, Castle,” you say quietly, eyes glued to your hand for a long moment before they flick up to his. “Only one.”
He nods.
+
Come morning, he’s still there.
That large body curled around yours, chest pressed to your back, face buried against the base of your neck. He holds you impossibly close, murmurs sweet nothings as he kisses you awake, promises to never leave you again. You want to believe him, want to let yourself give in completely to his warmth and familiarity. But something still lingers in the back of your mind, that fear that he’ll disappear on you again, leaving you aching like he had.
It feels different, as time goes on. He’s different. More attentive, more protective, more affectionate. You meant what you said about one second chance, and it seems like he knows too. Things between you are close to what was there before he left, but there’s just something different.
He’s never been one to talk about his past, and you’ve never been one to pry. You’d read the newspapers, heard the stories, and he gave you enough detail that you could see between truth and fiction, but there was a line in the sand.
Now, it’s like that line doesn’t exist. He’s still careful with his words, telling you firmly that there are some things you are better off not knowing, and you leave it at that. You don’t ask questions; you let him come to you. You take the stories as he offers them, listening to every word and only speaking when you want clarification. He gives you answers willingly, sometimes dropping his gaze as he recounts, but then his eyes find yours again and you’re almost taken aback by the love in them.
The one thing he won’t talk about: his family. And you don’t pry. But the curiosity about the rest of it gets the better of you.
“You never wanted to tell me any of this before,” you say after he’s done talking one night. His brow furrows at the comment, and you continue. “Before you left, you kept me at arm’s length, I guess. I’m just…what changed?”
He leans forward, elbows planted on his knees, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Everything that happened, it’s a part of me,” he answers, his voice low, “and I used to think that if I told you what I’d been through, that it would scare you off. But now, I…” He steeples his fingers in front of his lips. “I’ve lost too much, baby, and losing you too, I can’t…” He shakes his head. “I won’t.”
You pull him into your chest, curling your arms around his broad body, kissing the crown of his head. “You won’t.”
+
The holiday season sneaks up on you. It’s like you blink and it’s nearly the end of November. Frank is a near-permanent fixture in your apartment once more, though he’s got his own place a few blocks over — moving in together is not a line you’re willing to cross just yet, and he’s understanding. Your family is a write-off for a thanksgiving dinner, most of them vacationing somewhere much warmer than rainy New York, and you opt for a quiet get-together with a few friends, Frank included, and you’re surprised at his request when you tell him the date:
“Would you teach me to cook?”
You balk at the question, lips pulling in a happy little smirk, brow slightly furrowed. “To cook?”
“Yeah,” he blushes, leaning on the kitchen counter. “You don’t have to, I just thought…” He trails off, tapping his fingers on the countertop, cheeks flushing an even brighter red as he stares down at his hands. “It’s silly.”
“It’s not,” you say, rounding the corner, coming to stand in front of him. You pull at one of his hands, threading your knuckles against his, your free hand lifting to cup his cheek, thumb swiping beneath his eye. “Of course, I will. You can help me with thanksgiving dinner.”
“Really?”
You lean up on your toes and kiss his mouth softly. “Really.”
It starts with a trip to the grocery store.
Frank follows you dutifully around the store, pushing the cart as you make your way down the aisles. He slides his arm around your waist when you get close, hooks his hand in your back pocket when you stray too far. It’s domestic and it’s comfortable and it makes your chest ache in the best kind of way.
He waves you off when you try to carry some of the bags upstairs, grabbing them all in one meaty grip, his other hand free to hold yours as you get back up to your apartment. You put things away, leave out the ones you’ll need for the dinner on the counter. Frank watches for a while, hanging in the doorway, before you start giving him directions, veggies to clean and chop, reheating the oven, grabbing mixing bowls.
Before long, the kitchen is buzzing with activity, pots on the stove and trays in the oven. Biscuits and mashed potatoes, three different vegetables and a turkey that Frank claims is the biggest bird he’s ever seen. You make a good team, and Frank is unsurprisingly good with his hands, staying close to your side as you move through the kitchen, taking your instruction, asking questions in that low voice of his.
“Everyone’s excited to meet you,” you tell him, the pair of you stood at the counter, Frank stirring the gravy on the stove while you put the biscuits in a bowl.
“I gotta admit, baby,” he says, staring down into the pot. “I’m nervous.”
“Nervous?” you repeat, nudging his hip with yours. “The big badass Frank Castle is nervous?”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s my first holiday in a while, all right? And I want your friends to like me.”
“They’ll love you,” you reassure him, turning to kiss the top of his shoulder. You pause, a question bubbling in your mind, but you’re hesitant, not sure if it’s crossing the unseen line that’s always existed, that he’s still kept intact even now, with the way he’s been more open. “When was the last holiday?”
His throat bobs, and you’re instantly worried, opening your mouth to retract the question, but he speaks before you can. “It was thanksgiving, actually. Before Maria, before everything…” He pauses, one fist pressed into the countertop. You reach out quickly, covering his hand with your own. “She did all the cooking, you know? I wasn’t…I was home, but I wasn’t there, not really. She did everything, and I just sat in the background, drank my beer and watched the game. I…” He clears his throat.
“Frank, you don’t—”
“I regret it,” he says, turning his head towards you but his eyes not touching your face. “I regret not being a bigger part of my family, of being gone so often, of not spending time with them when they were still…” He trails off again, setting the spoon down on the counter before fully turning to you. “I don’t want us to be like that, baby. I wanna be here, with you, all the time. For all of it. Everything. What you said about second chances, you’re right. I only get one, and I have to do it right.”
There are tears in your eyes at the thickness to his voice, the way it wavers slightly. His breath hitches, chest heaving as you slip your arms around his waist, pulling him close. You don’t say a word, just press your body against his, your heart to his, your breaths syncing with his. It’s a beat before his arms wrap around your shoulders, his nose tucked against your neck, one hand curling against the back of your head, strands of hair around his knuckles.
He holds you for a few minutes before he’s cursing under his breath as something bubbles over on the stove, the two of you flinching apart and returning to your cooking. Once everything has settled again, he leans over to you, a lingering kiss pressed to you lips.
“I love you, baby.”
You grin, kissing him once more. “Love you, too.”
+
Dinner is a hit, and Frank even more so. Your friends are instantly enamoured, peppering him with questions all night. He answers them easily, the story you know as his cover rolling easily off his wine-tainted tongue. You fall into step with him easily, the truth sitting at the back of your head, but it’s all right, it can stay there. You know the truth, his truth, and that’s enough.
The night is perfect, the food delicious and the comforting feeling of his arm resting along the back of your chair making everything that much warmer, that much more perfect. He reaches over at one point, fingers dragging along your jaw to turn your head towards him, and when he leans over to give you a soft kiss, it’s met with a chorus of awhs from your friends.
Later, after the leftovers have been packed up, the table cleared and the dishes cleaned, Frank slots his fingers through yours and takes you to bed, quickly checking that the door has been locked and all the candles blown out before he does.
He pushes you against the bedroom door first, hands gripping your sides, fingers curling in the fabric of your sweater. His kiss is heavy, his lips tasting of wine and apple pie, his tongue insistent in its sweep across yours, tasting the roof of your mouth, prodding past your teeth. You nip at his bottom lip, earning a deep growl that vibrates from his chest to yours.
Frank finds the hem of your sweater, hands diving beneath it, glancing up your bare skin until he’s cupping your breasts, thumbs swiping across your nipples. It makes the air feel hotter, your body reacting to his the same way it always had, but this time feels different. More intense.
It’s not sex, you realize. It’s not fucking.
It’s making love.
He goes slow. He strips you down like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you bare before him. He worships your body like never before, mouth seeking out every inch of heated skin, leaving a trail of kisses and nips and laves of his tongue as he goes.
You lay back on the bed and take him with you, hands gripping his shoulders like a lifeline. You can’t hold back your gasp when he sinks into you, pleasure replacing the very blood in your veins as he starts to move, hips rocking into yours, one hand buried in your hair, mouth by your ear, whispering sweet nothings that have you keening, stars shooting across your vision.
You return his words with your own, murmuring to him after your own pleasure crests, wanting to feel him, see him, taste him as he comes undone. You pull his face to yours, eyes locking as his mouth drops open, pupils blown wide as his hips stutter, muscles tensing above you.
The night bleeds into a blur. You lose track of time, lose count of the orgasms and the endless touching, the never-ending kisses and the drawn-out noises. It’s bliss, it’s magic, it’s perfect.
It’s love.
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Frank Castle x OFC! Abigail Miller
Summary: After his first visit, Frank comes to town more often. As the days go by, him and Abby get closer.
Notes: Still just some good ol' pining for this one folks. It's a slowburn, I'm sorry 😆
But we get way more Frank in this one and some not so pure thoughts. But really... who could have pure thoughts around Frank Castle? 🥵
There's also a little nod to Matt Murdock in here 🤭
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Words: 3.3K
Part 1 - Masterlist - Part 3
Two weeks. It had been exactly two weeks since Abby had last seen Frank. Some days she caught herself looking at the door, hoping he would walk through.
Which in itself is really silly. First of all, Mildred said he rarely comes to town, always keeping to himself. Secondly, she had barely talked to him. So why did she think about him?
Well, she had to admit his eyes were kinda pretty. Okay, they were downright beautiful. And thinking about it, his lips were kinda plump and… really kissable.
God, was she really thirsting over a man she barely knew? It really had been too long since she had gotten laid. And how old was he anyway? Definitely older than her, but the beard probably made him look older than he actually was. Abby shakes her head, finishing putting some freshly baked muffins in the display.
Thankfully it’s a slow day, so Abby has lots of time to do some much-needed chores around the store. Browse for new recipes, put the delivered goods in the cooler or storage. Just as she puts the empty boxes away in the backroom, she hears the bell from the door.
“I’ll be there in a sec” she yells cheerfully. When Abby re-enters the store, she sees him. Frank Castle. Well, you know what they say. Speak of the devil and all that. Without thinking, she instantly smooths down the folds of her apron, before she walks towards him.
“Mr. Castle, what can I do for you today?”
“I wanted some more bread. And maybe some cookies too.”
“You came to the right place then.” she smiles softly, hoping he takes no offence by the playful tone to her voice. She walks towards the counter, gesturing to the selection she has, waiting for his order. When he walks closer, she is reminded of just how tall he is. And broad. God, he is broad.
She forces a smile, looking up at Frank with an innocent face, like she didn’t just think about him. “So what tickles your fancy?”
He doesn’t answer, just looks at her with an intense gaze. His eyes trailing down her body and up again, where they once again meet hers. Abby suddenly feels shy, strangely exposed under his gaze.
“Do you have more of that corn loaf?” He asks, his deep voice calm and soft.
Surprised, Abby’s lips quirk up into a smile. Figures he would be a man of habits. “The same bread again, Mr. Castle? You don’t want to try something new?”
“Just call me Frank.”
A sudden warm feeling washes over her at the prospect of getting to know Frank better. It’s not much, but it’s a start.
“I do have one left.” Abby says softly, as she walks to the bread and put it in a bag. As she types the order into the register, Frank just looks at her, studying her quietly. Once she had added the cookies, she looks at him again. Not wanting him to go yet, but still not wanting to push too much, she gestures towards the coffee machine.
“You want a cup of coffee before you go?”
“No.” He says a bit too hard. He frowns quickly before his face turns softer. “No, thank you.”
It’s strange, as if he’s been alone for so long that he’s forgotten how to interact with people. Abby doesn't mind, though, but the thought makes her sad, makes her wonder why he keeps to himself.
He lingers for a moment, looking to the display, before his eyes find hers again. “You don’t have any red velvet cupcakes?”
“No, but I can make you some.” Abby smiles softly, suddenly eyeing an opportunity. “If you leave your number, I can call you when they’re done?“
Frank nods softly, taking one of the notepads on the counter. As he scribbles down his number, Abby notices how small the ballpen is in his hand, how small the notepad is against the other. God, his hands are huge. Just like the rest of him. Before she can stop herself, Abby looks him up and down, before scolding herself. Down girl. She doesn’t even know him yet. And even if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do, hopeless around men. Truth be told, she’d never had a serious relationship, always been a little shy. Or she just never found the right one. But… Doesn’t hurt to look, does it?
She forces herself to look away, biting her lip in shame.
Frank hands her the block, before he puts his hands back into the pocket of his coat. Silence falls between them. Abby fidgets with the block, while Frank looks at her. He opens his mouth, as if he’s gonna say something, but no words come out. He looks away, nods and turns towards the door.
“Have a nice day, Frank.”
He gives her a quick wave and leaves the store. Abby looks after him until he reaches his car, wondering what he wanted to say. She looks at the block in her hand, smiling, before she returns to her chores.
The next day, Abby and Mildred are sitting in the couch area, when Mildred spots something outside.
“Well, will you look at that? Frank is in town again. Twice in one month.” She takes a sip of her coffee, her eyes following him as he walks towards the shop. “Don’t think that has ever happened before.”
“Actually…” Abby starts softly, biting her bottom lip. Mildred looks at her, scotching closer. “He was here yesterday.”
Mildred looks at Abby softly, raising her brow, as a shit eating grin spreads on her face. “Hmm… I wonder what’s suddenly causing him to visit more.”
She nudges Abby’s shoulder playfully, before she puts her cup down, walking towards the back room.
“What are you doing?” Abby asks, confused.
“Leaving you alone with him.” Mildred blinks, before she disappears behind the kitchen door, just in time for Frank to enter the shop. Abby turns to face him, a blush slowly creeping up her cheeks. Frank walks towards her slowly, a faint smile on his lips.
Huh. A smile. Would you look at that? Abby can’t help but imagine how he would look with a full-on smile, how it would light up his face.
“I was wondering if my cakes were ready. Was heading to town anyways, so…”
“Oh, yeah. I… I was just about to call you, actually.” She smiles softly, fighting the urge to smile too much. Mildred couldn’t be right, could she?
Abby gets up to get his cakes, already packed up nicely in a little box. As she hands him the box, he has a faint smile on his face, his features softening ever so slightly. Looking softer, he’s not that intimidating. Sure, the hair was a little long, and that beard could use a little trim, too. But it really wasn’t that bad.
As he walks to the door, Abby softly wishes him a good day, even though he never reciprocates. Frank stops in the door, looking out into the street, before he looks back at her. His brown eyes are soft, as they look into her green ones.
“Have a nice day” he says quickly, before lowering his gaze and walking out the store.
Once outside, he looks through the window, but when he sees Abby watching, he blushes and looks away. As Frank walks to his car, Mildred comes out of the backroom, practically snickering. She puts her arm around Abby, a wide smile on her face.
“That is something I never thought I would see. You got more than 5 words out of him. He must like you.”
She gives Abby a little squeeze, before she returns to her coffee, already talking about the county fair, even though it’s still a month away. But Abby’s mind is still on Frank. He couldn’t possibly like her, could he?
She shakes her head, walking over to Mildred, trying not to smile too much.
The next few weeks flew by. Frank had come into the shop 3 more times. Once to pick up more cookies and twice for… Well, Abby wasn’t sure. He said he just wanted coffee, but the coffee couldn’t be that good, could it?
He was still very quiet, not talking much at all. A few sentences here and there, but one thing she noticed was his voice. He sounded warmer, more comfortable. Even his body language changes. He looks more relaxed, the tension gone from his shoulders, as he sits on the couch, enjoying a coffee while looking at the small bookshelves.
One day he casually mentioned he was reading Moby Dick as he was browsing through her collection of classics. It was nice to know they had that in common.
Sometimes they don’t even talk at all, just relax in each other’s company. Every so often, Abby would look up as she’s finishing up a cake, only to find Frank’s eyes already on her. And for every sweet smile she gave him, he would give one in return.
The bell to the shop rings. When Abby looks up, she is in shock for a second. Frank is there and in his hand is a bouquet of Gerber Daisies. Smiling widely, surprised by his gesture, she takes the flowers from him. “What is this for?”
“The shop's three-month anniversary.” His voice soft and… nervous? No, she must be mistaken. “It’s from my garden.” He continues softly, looking at her. Abby is one big smile, as she finds an empty vase and pour some water in. Once the flowers are in, she puts it right on the counter.
He couldn’t have picked a better flower, the Gerber Daisy being one of her favorites. She had always loved colors and could remember how her dad would always bring her mother a bouquet every Friday, filled with Gerber Daisies in all the colors the florist had.
“It… It reminded me of you.” He says softly, a gentleness to his voice that almost makes her heart ache.
“How so?” Abby asks softly, almost certain her face was flushed red at this point.
“You’re colorful.” He huffs softly, before looking down at his hands. With a shrug of his shoulders, he looks up into her eyes again. But before he can say anything, they’re interrupted by Mr. Peterson, the guy who owned the flower shop next door.
“Hello Miss Miller. Here with your flowers.”
When he sees Frank, he instantly smiles wider. “Mr. Castle, it’s such a pleasure you’ve been coming to town more.”
Frank nods and smiles, before he walks to the door in a hurry. Mr. Peterson just shrugs it off, before he begins replacing the flowers around the shop.
Abby looks down at the Daisies, gently taking one of the petals between her fingertips. So he thinks about her, huh? A warm feeling runs through her, her heart beating faster. Abby wondered what he was about to say, when they got interrupted? God, she wishes she knew.
Still caressing the soft petal, she barely hears when Mr. Peterson speaks to her. “I’m sorry, Mr. Peterson. What?”
“Just said I was done, Dear. Have a good day.” He looks at her hand, before shooting her a knowing smile. He snickers softly as he leaves the store. Great, now that’ll be all over town. But somehow, she really doesn’t care. She turns to the flowers again and then notices something on the counter. A wallet.
Confused, she picks it up and looks for an ID. A huge grin spreads as she reads the name. Francis Cast-… Castiglione? Italian? And a Francis, huh? Curious, she reads the rest. His address, birthday and… Wait… His birthday was only a few days away. Should she…? No, that would be crazy, wouldn’t it? He would probably hate it if she did anything.
If he wanted to celebrate his birthday, he would say so, right? But maybe he didn’t say anything because-
Before she can finish the thought, some customers walk in. As she helps them pick out some cakes, Frank comes back. He sees his wallet and gestures to Abby that he found it, before leaving again.
A week later, Abby is sitting in her car, heading down a small forest road. This was probably crazy, but she really wanted to do something nice for Frank.
The last few months they had gotten closer and dared she think, had become friends? And friends didn’t let another friend be alone on their birthday.
Finally, after 4 wrong turns and 50 checks to many with the GPS, Abby finally pulls into the driveway. As she looks around, she is at a loss for words. The cabin is beautiful, taken straight out of a travel magazine. Beautiful wood and stones, perfectly matched, looking gorgeous against the green of the woods. Near the treeline, there are huge stacks of lumber.
The whole place is really quiet, peaceful. She gets why Frank loves it up here.
From a small gap in the trees, Frank emerges, followed by two pitbulls. When he sees Abby, he drops his axe on a log and walks towards her car, a frown on his face.
Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea. As he strides towards her car, she braces herself. Ready to be scolded, told to fuck off. She slowly exits the car, smiling gently at Frank.
“What are you doing here?”
She can’t quite decipher his expression. A mixture of anger and shock is painted on his face. Maybe even panic. Abby gets it. She’s probably the first one up here in years, maybe ever. “Sorry, I… It’s your birthday, so I wanted to-”
“How do you know?” He demands, looking into her eyes, confusion written all over his face.
“I… I looked in your wallet. To see who left it.” She bites her lip, looking at the ground like a scolded child. When she looks back up into his eyes, his expression has softened.
“Sorry, I… I never have visitors.”
“And now I see why.” Abby smiles nervously, gesturing towards his intimidating posture. Frank instantly relaxes.
A small wine comes from behind him, and they both look at the dogs, sitting nicely, waiting to be called over. Frank whistles and the dogs rush to Abby, almost knocking her over. She’s always loved dogs, grew up with them and had actually been thinking about adopting one after she moved out here.
“Easy boy.” Frank says softly to the eager dark one. God, his deep rich voice always makes her heart flutter.
“They’re cute. What’s their names?” Abby asks curiously, her eyes never leaving the dogs. Always been a dog person, maybe even liking them more than humans. Dogs are honest, their emotions and intentions always clear. She liked that.
“This guy is Max.” He points to the dark grey Pitbull, before turning to the red one. “And this little boy is… Red.”
Frank shuffles slightly, scratching the back of his head, as he looks down at the two of them. “Max I rescued, and Red I got at a shelter. Named after someone I knew years ago.”
He smiles softly as he pats squats down and pat the young Pitbull’s head. Abby couldn’t help but wonder who this person was. Must’ve have meant something to Frank. Abby stands again, brushing the dirt and dog hairs of her fingers. Suddenly nervous, she smoothed down her dress, before gesturing towards her car. “I actually brought you something.”
Abby excitedly opens the door, pulling out the cake and a present. Her smile falls slightly, when she sees his face. Abby was expecting him to be surprised, but she never would have expected this.
He looks overwhelmed, like he can’t believe what is happening. Abby’s heart clenches at the thought. How long had it been since anyone had done anything like this for him?
He gestures for her to follow, leading her to the backyard. While he goes inside to get plates, Abby sits down in a lounge chair. She didn’t know what she expected his place to look like, but it wasn’t quite this. New stylish furniture that complimented the wood of the cabin. It was all very clean and minimalistic, but still somehow had soul. She looks towards the terrace door, dying to know what it looks like on the inside. Maybe next time.
Frank comes back with a tray, holding plates, cups and a teapot. But that’s not what has caught Abby’s attention.
While inside, Frank has taken his jacket off and holy fuck. Abby had never seen arms as his, suddenly feeling her throat dry up. Toned muscular arms, flexed, so thick. And God, the shirt. Until now, she had only seen him with a jacket or sweatshirt on, never really knowing what kind of body was underneath. But now, as his tight t-shirt clings to him slightly damp skin, nothing is left to imagination. A broad, muscular chest. Nipples perked in the cool afternoon air. Abs dancing under the thin fabric. She bites her lip, wondering what he would look like without it, sweat dripping down his chest as he chops wood?
It takes every ounce of willpower for Abby to look away, before she gets caught. Her head now filled with images she wouldn’t forget anytime soon, she clears her throat, pushing the cake towards Frank.
“I… I-“ she coughs, stumbling over her words. Damn, how could he affect her so much without even doing anything. “I didn’t know what flavor you liked, so I made carrot cake.”
“Well, lucky for you I love cream cheese frosting.” A wide smile plays on his handsome features. Just when she didn’t think he could be any prettier, he smiles.
Frank carves them both a piece and then they eat in silence, looking out over his grounds. A big field of grass surrounded by trees. To one side, there’s a big greenhouse filled with plants and raised beds with herbs. To the other side there’s bushes with berries.
All over the yard there’s flowers, making it a colorful space. But closest to her, in many pots on the terrace, there’s Gerber Daisies. Just like the ones he gave her, in all colors of the rainbow. “This place is really wonderful, Frank.”
He just smiles and mutters a quiet thank you through a mouthful of cake. Abby giggles softly, the sight of Frank with his mouth full priceless, his cheeks filled out like a chipmunk. “So, I take it the cake was a hit?”
“Best damn cake I’ve had in years, sweetheart.”
She’s so damn easy. One ‘sweetheart’ leaves his lips and she’s a puddle. But to be fair, that voice of his is something else.
Abby gently pushes the present towards him. Frank tears the paper away, smiling when he sees the book. Okay, sure, maybe she should have gotten him something else. But she didn’t know him well enough, and he did seem to love books.
“Looking at what books you eyed at the shop, I thought that you might enjoy ‘The Call of the Wild’.”
“I love it, thank you.” Frank smiles softly, opening the book, inspecting the pages. Suddenly captivated by the way his fingers gently dance over the pages, Abby can’t help but wish she was that book. To have his fingers dance over her skin like that. She swallows a huge lump, looking at his hands. How could such a big book look small in his hands?
After a moment's silence, he looks into her eyes, suddenly looking a little nervous. “Abby, you’re going to the county fair, right?”
Slightly surprised by his question, she tells him how Mildred coerced her into helping set up. “But my evening is free. Why?”
“Maybe… You’d wanna go with me?”
Abby isn’t sure he heard him right. But the way he smiles, she knows it’s true. She can’t hold back her smile, as she happily agrees.
She was already tripping. Did he just ask her on a date? As she looks up into his beautiful chocolate eyes, a soft smile on his face, her heart flutters. Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.
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ʟᴏᴠᴇʙᴜɢ - ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ, "ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ"
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ - 18+ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ, ᴅʙꜰ!ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ x ᴀꜰᴀʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ), ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴏʀᴀʟ (ᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇx, ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ??), ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ :(
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 2.3ᴋ
ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
a/n - beginning of the end for lovebug :’( we only have a couple chapters left and they’re kinda rough to get through so buckle up. the last chapter flopped so if you haven’t read it catch up here, and add yourself to my taglist here.
Frank was a good lover. He made you squirm just from a look. It wasn’t super noticeable to the untrained eye, but you had picked up on it by now.
The first time you noticed was when your dad had a few people over for a barbeque. The night was coming to an end, your dad and Lena were both hammered and stumbling their way around the house. Frank watched them for a bit, sitting on the couch flipping through tv channels. He heard your footsteps upstairs and, against his better judgment, crept up to find you. Fresh out of the shower, you jumped when you heard a knock on the door. You let him in, your body still wet and wrapped in a towel. He stared at you, head tilted down a bit and a smirk wide across his face. Before you knew it you were in between Frank’s legs, his cock in your mouth. His hands were on your head, gently guiding it back and forth as he cursed under his breath. “Fuck, s’like your mouth was made for me, sweetheart.”. Your hand was rubbing over your clit, he could feel you hum as you took him further down your throat. “I’ll touch you in a minute, baby, don’t even worry about it-shit.”. When Frank came you swallowed it up, he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, mumbling something about how good you were.
The next time was when you had made your way into Frank’s garage. Admittedly you had only one thing on your mind but he was preoccupied. His truck’s hood was open, music was blaring from a speaker. You were plopped on his desk, uncomfortable however you sat due to the dripping problem between your thighs. You groaned, finally catching Frank’s attention. He sauntered over, placing his fists on either side of you and giving you the same look as before.
“Need something?” He questioned, making your cheeks heat up. Your arms went to wrap around his neck while you nodded. “What would that be?” He asked again, your eyes rolled dramatically before you answered. “Can you fuck me, please, Frankie?”
And then, in the blink of an eye, there you were, riding him. You were wrapped tightly around his torso, his hands were digging into your hips and bruising them in the process. You could hear Frank’s little groans just barely through your own loud whines. “Take your time, no need to rush anything.” You listened to him, slowly rolling your hips back and forth and really feeling every inch of him.
You were sitting at the dinner table when it happened again. Everyone was laughing about some story your dad had brought home from work when Frank met your eyes. Your thighs were pressed together, lip in between your teeth. He had you pavloved. You tried to make it through the rest of dinner, waving Lena and Frank off when the night came to a close. As soon as you made it up the stairs and closed your door, your hand was in your pants. Your breath was hitching, even by yourself you were embarrassed at how wet you got from Frank’s glare. Sloppily you rubbed on your clit, trying to supress the moans you were producing. Your phone buzzed beside you, and when you turned it over and saw Frank’s name across the screen you picked it up immediately.
“H-Hi.” You stuttered, sighing as you reluctantly removed your hand from your underwear. He chuckled, voice a little graveled over the phone. “Little worked up at dinner, weren’t ya?” You hummed, leaning back onto the bed. “Bet you went right up to your room and touched yourself, didn't you sweet thing?” He could practically hear the lump get swallowed down your throat. You denied it, fidgeting with the ends of your shirt. “Really? That’s good, because it looks like you forgot to close your window. Wouldn’t want anyone creeping.” You froze, looking up to see that your window was indeed open, and at closer inspection you could see a backlit figure sitting in a small window in Frank’s house. He had a perfect view to your bed, something you only thought about a handful of times when you were rearranging your room the other week. He waved at you, and you fell back down onto your mattress.
“Perv.” You scoffed, only earning another laugh from Frank. “By all means, don’t let me stop you.” You both went quiet, slowly you placed your hand back where it had been moments before. You let out a light sigh. “There you go.” He replied, you could hear him shift in his seat.
“Don’t be shy, tell me how good it feels.” You tried to bite back another moan, instead letting it out, just not loud enough to get your dad’s attention. You picked up the pace, now using full force to rub at your clit. You wanted to call him over, let him continue this assault on your pussy, he was the one that started it after all. Instead you dipped a finger into yourself, hearing Frank’s belt unbuckle over their call. “Not the only one worked up, I see.” You grinned, eyes rolling back into your head. “You can’t see anything-fuck.” You sat up at his word, and he was right, you could only see his outline. He was leaned back a little further, and you could see a little bit of motion right where his dick would be.
“Frankie,” He almost purred at the nickname, “do you know how wet I am for you right now?” You had stopped your work on yourself, instead looking at what little you could see of him. He tilted his head back, you could see his arm movements as he jerked himself off. “Hm, tell me about it.” You cracked your knuckles, trying to think of someway to show the desire you had seeping out from inside of you. “Why don’t I come over and show you.” He paused, gathering himself and resting his hands on his knees. He sighed, taking his time to respond. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Your dad might see you-” You cut him off. “Please, Frankie. No one will even see me, and I’ll be so good for you once I get over there.” He coughed, and part of you knew that he couldn’t really say no to you. “Alright.” He hung up the phone with that, not waiting for any response.
You quickly gathered yourself, practically running down the stairs and over to his front door. Before you could even knock he opened it and pulled you in, connecting your lips in a rough kiss. He held your biceps, gripping them with what felt like his full force. The two of you dragged yourselves up to his room, you were still standing when he ripped your pants down your legs, taking your panties along with you. His tongue was in between his teeth, eyes darting from your bare pussy to your blown out pupils. “You weren’t kidding, I’ve never seen you this wet.” Before you could even think about responding he pushed you onto his mattress. “Do I even gotta warm you up, sweetheart?” He wasn’t really looking for an answer, latching himself to your neck.
You fumbled with his clothes, managing his shirt over his head while only breaking your kiss for a millisecond. Frank manhandled you into a new position, you on your side, upper body twisted enough to see him, your thigh in his hands. He leaned over you to grab a condom on his bedside table, pulling it onto his cock quickly and giving it a couple pumps. “Ready?” He asked, you nodded and before your head stopped moving the tip of his cock was teasing your entrance. “Frank!” You cried out, body jolting at the pressure. He shoved himself in, and though it was still agonizingly slow it was more rushed than any other time. He shushed you, kissing your jawline before he got himself all the way inside of you. He paused, only for a moment, before rocking his hips into you somehow deeper. “Fuck me, god!” You were loud tonight, maybe it was because only seconds in this was already shaping up to be the best sex you’ve had in your life, or maybe because you were so needy. “God ain’t here, baby, just you and me.” He moved both of his hands to the headboard, though yours clawed at his back. He liked when you scratched him up, he told you one night when you apologized for it. “No need,” he reassured, “like seeing it in the mirror, makes me think of you.”
“Squeezing me like that already? You really did need it bad, didn’t you?” His taunts were drawn out, his words slowed down due to him being a little out of breath. “Yeah, Frank, need you so bad.” Your back was arching, Frank took your leg in his hand and twisted you into missionary, leaning down close to your naked body. Your mouths hovered over each others, hardly even kissing each other while you both drowned out the sounds of his fan with your moans. Your orgasm came fast, you clung to his body like a koala while he fucked you through it, his own climax coming quickly after your own.
The aftercare that ensued was minimal, Frank held you for a moment while he was still inside of you, before pulling himself out and encouraging you to pee. When you returned from the bathroom you found Frank pulling a shirt over his head. You followed his lead, finding your own shirt but not even bothering to grab your pants and underwear.
You sat on Frank’s bed beside him, he leaned forward to kiss your forehead and rub your arms. “Can I stay the night?” You were ashamed to be asking, your house was so close but selfishly you just wanted to be in his sheets. Frank shook his head, resting it against your own with a sigh. You pleaded, but he persisted, sitting up and stepping towards his dresser. “C’mon no one will know.” Your voice trailed off at the end, Frank’s stern one following with another excuse to shut you down. You pushed at him again. “Please, Frank, we’re in the clear-” Suddenly Frank’s fist came down onto the furniture. It wasn’t enough to concern you, it was just jarring. “Dammit, y/n, I’m not risking you sleeping here.” He didn’t look at you at this point, staring into some bland painting that hung on the wall.
You wanted to say something, interject your thoughts but Frank spoke again. “We’re getting too sloppy, if we keep doing this your dad’s gonna find out eventually. Do you have any idea what he’d do?” The truth was you didn’t. It wasn’t something you thought about a whole lot, when you were with Frank he wasn’t Frank, your dad’s best, and maybe only, friend in the whole world, he was just Frank.
“No one’s gonna suspect anything if I spend the night at your house, Frank.” You had to laugh at yourself, hoping to avoid any fight you were teetering on starting. Frank wasn’t looking to joke, his gaze on you was cold for maybe the first time. “What happens when your dad sees you sneaking back in tomorrow morning? What do you tell him? How am I supposed to look him in the eyes? Knowing that I fuck his daughter whenever I get the chance? It’s just not worth it.”
That last part made your blood boil under your skin, you stood at his words. “What do you mean it’s not worth it? Are you not invested in this like I am?” Your words shocked even you, he ran a hand over his face, looking up at the ceiling while you rambled. “What do you mean this, there isn’t a this.”
You felt your heart speed up, practically jumping out of your chest. You wanted to scream at him, yell in his face if you had to. You paced around the room, trying to muster up something to say to him when you just came up empty, confused. “Frank, we’ve been doing this thing for weeks now, you mean to tell me that you don’t feel anything?” He was biting his cheeks, trying to choke down words he couldn’t take back. “Y/n, we’re not in a relationship, I’m not your boyfriend. This is just-” You took your chance to cut him off this time. “So what? You mean to tell me that this whole time you didn’t gain any sort of feelings towards me? Do you even care about me at all?”
You didn’t even notice that you had stormed up to him at this point, he wasn’t taken aback but instead stared you down with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. “I didn’t say that, you know that’s not what I meant.” He tried to reach out and touch you but you turned away from him, searching for your pants on his rug. “I don’t know what you mean, then, Frank.” He let out a long breath, spinning himself around to look at you again. “God, you are such a child. I don’t even know what I expected getting involved with you like this.”
You froze, pants half way up your ass, back towards him though his words still stuck you like he had whispered them in your ear. You didn’t want to admit that tears were pricking your eyes, you didn’t even know where your words had come from. You had never confronted having feelings for Frank, feelings beyond finding him attractive, you didn’t think that there were even feelings to confront. His words triggered something in you, like a threat. You knew him in the most vulnerable way, yet he wanted to claim that this vulnerability was a facade, that what you two had done meant next to nothing to him. You finished dressing yourself in a hurry, without another word storming out of his room, through his hallway, down his stairs, past his living room and kitchen and slamming his front door on the way out. You half expect Frank to be following you, stumbling his way through apologies, but when you turned around, his porch was empty.
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Everyone outside in the backyard for the Castel barbecue,
Frank: *Grilling hotdogs*
Y/n: *nowhere to be found*
Frank: *still grilling*
Y/n: *running around the pool with something in their hands*
Frank:* Spots them*
Y/n: *Still running*
Frank: What do you have?
Y/n: *while running* A knife!
Frank: NO!
Proceeds to chase Y/n for 10 mins trying to take the knife.
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the wood
lilac, chapter twelve
a/n: *the author's note equivalent of just ✨moaning✨*
summary: the sight that beheld you once you stepped out onto the porch had all of the air slip out of your lungs all at once.
warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, smut, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, chopping wood, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, belly bulge, outdoor sex, oral, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, squirting, mirror sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (because this is just porn. no one is getting pregnant, I’m just craving the intimacy. let them be hoes and live out the fantasy)
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Stirring awake with a gentle groan, your arm extended in search of the body beside you. Finding nothing but linens, your eyes groggily blinked open to discover that no one else was in the bed but yourself.
Tugging your arm back under your frame, you sighed and let your front sink further into the mattress, your cheek buried itself deeper into the pillow just a moment longer before you pushed yourself up to a sitting position.
Swinging your legs over the side, you reached for the grey woollen socks you’d kicked off in the middle of the night. As you slipped them back onto your feet, your gaze caught your reflection in the round rattan-framed mirror hanging on the opposing wall.
Letting your eyes linger, turning your head from side to side, you made sure that the recently faded bruises hadn’t somehow returned to haunt you of what had occurred. But thankfully, all you saw was skin. No marks, no scrapes, no bruises, nothing physical to remind you of Preston.
Getting up, you caught the muted dark brown flannel that hung by the collar from one of the dresser’s knobs, and shrugged it on, doing up the buttons so the borrowed shirt covered you further.
Pitter-pattering out into the small kitchen, you turned on the tap and reached for a glass, swiftly filling it up for a refreshing sip.
As you lowered the drink from your lips, a satisfying cracking noise from somewhere outside found your ears and your gaze flickered to the cabin’s front door.
The sight that beheld you once you stepped out onto the porch had all of the air slip out of your lungs all at once.
Just a little ways off from the hut stood Frank by a wide and sturdy stump, split wood littering around his feet as he repeatedly let the long axe in his grasp come down upon the piece balanced on the reliable base.
Utterly hypnotised, your feet hazily carried you across the porch till your fingers were gripping onto the railing. Clad in a simple grey undershirt, the sight of the prominent veins in his arms bulging, straining at every violent hack till the thick log split, caused your brain to melt, and the fact that the hem slightly rose every time as well didn’t help matters either.
Each one of his precise swings conjured a laboured huff that sounded way too close to how he had been panting in your ear just last night. Occasionally, small curses too slipped through his puffs whenever the wood he worked on got particularly stubborn, and every time, without a doubt, you felt your cunt clench.
As one log split, forcefully crashing to either side, he picked up a new one, but before he could crack it open, he rested the axe a second against his leg while he let a dollop of spit fall from his panting lips to his calloused palms, rubbing it in for better traction before he picked up the axe once more.
Tingles pricked and tickled every nerve in your body as his sinful display eventually came to a close. The soft sunlight that streamed through the treetops caught a glint of the sweat gleaming on the part of his rapidly rising and falling chest that peaked out of the neckline of his tank, dabbling his skin like diamonds.
Wedging his axe into the base stump, you continued to stare as Frank caught his breath and bent over to gather up the wood into the wide woven basket that too was at his feet, his gaze swiftly spotting your dazed form, nearly drooling at this point.
“Oh, hey,” he smiled, offering you a small wave as he tossed a few pieces of firewood into the crate.
“Huh?” still in a trance, you blinked, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as your thighs squeezed together in an attempt at soothing the persistent pulse that now throbbed between them.
“You’re up.”
“Yep, I–, uhm, I am,” you shook your head, trying and failing to clear it, “morning.”
“I’m sorry,” he picked up the heavy basket, “did I wake you?”
“Nope, no, you didn’t,” you let a sinful exhale as he climbed the steps of the porch. Redirecting your gaze elsewhere as he set the firewood down, you stared out at the forest and coughed, “there, uh, sure are a lot of birds out today.”
“Hm,” the porch creaked beneath his boots as he neared where you stood, “is that what you were staring at?”
“Yeah, why, did you not think I was? Was there something else going on here in the forest that could possibly capture my attention other than mother nature herself?” you joked, knowing full well how obvious the truth was, “I am Dunbrook’s resident birdwatcher after all.”
“Sure, you are,” a shiver ran down your spine as his deep voice rumbled in your ear. Wrapping his burly arms around your waist, you leaned back into his warmth as he gently checked, “how are you feeling today?”
“I’m alright, pretty good actually,” you answered the question he had formed a habit of asking you every morning you’d stayed here, “I slept quite well, so that always helps things,” turning in his embrace to face him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and wondered, “how long have you been up?”
“Not long,” his gaze traced yours, following as it yearningly flickered down to his mouth.
“You hungry?”
Drawing you in closer, you heard him utter, “fucking starving…” before he captured your lips in a kiss.
A little dazed from how rapidly the simple peck escalated, you pulled back to politely pant, “oh, yeah? What are you in the mood for?”
Flashing you a smirk, he cocked his head and said, “what do you think I wanna eat?” and if his tone didn’t manage to squash any ounce of doubt you had that he wasn’t in fact talking about food, the sensation of his hands sinking down to palm your bottom though the flannel made it crystal clear.
“Frank,” you giggled as his fingertips discovered your lack of underwear.
“What?” you watched as he slowly sank down onto his knees before you, “is what a no?” his eyes stayed glued to yours as his beard tickled your thigh.
“No,” your legs gently wiggled further apart, letting him spot the glint of your want that had dripped down your inner thighs.
“No, it’s not a no, or no, you’re in the mood for something else?” you sucked in a sharp breath as his ghosting touch teased your goosebump-ridden legs, “because I think we still have a bit of bread left or there might be some leftovers in the fridge.”
Losing track of all of the metaphors through the fuzzy haze his teasing touch set you in, you mumbled, “I–, what?” and a small whine then fell from your lips, “fuck… Frank, I–… can you just–, please?”
“I can do a lot of things, sweetheart,” he pressed a peck to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, “what do you want me to do?”
“Oh my god,” you sighed, an airy chuckle flowing from your lips as you threw you head back and gazed up at the fluffy clouds visible above the rusty roof, “you’re such an ass.”
“Ah, I can be a lot worse, don’t you worry,” his devilish hands slithered up to your bottom and lightly raked his short fingernails over each cheek.
You sounded downright pathetic as you pleaded, “can you please–,“ but his playful tone cut you off before it flourished into a full sentence.
“Yeah?”
Blinking down at him, you desperately hiked the oversized shirt further up and asked, “…eat me out?”
Grin growing wider, he didn’t hesitate before diving in. Cracking you further open for him, he hoisted your left thigh up onto his broad shoulder and buried his face in your want. Holding you steady with one hand digging into your ass and the other firm at your hip, he zealously parted your petals and felt your pulse pound against his eager tongue.
As he then brazenly sucked down on your clit, your fingers sought out his dark hair, gripping it tight as your eyes fluttered, “oh my god, tha-that feels so good!”
With your brows tightly knitted together, as your eyes blinked down to meet his ever-unwavering gaze, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting go at a record-breaking time, the show you had imbibed in earlier not aiding in drawing your conclusion out. Trembling above, your legs tried to close around him, but the sensation of your thighs pressing against his thick skull didn’t face him one bit as he only held you tighter and kept up his keen kisses.
Back arched against the railing, your chest rose and fell rapidly as Frank twisted his head to place pecks along your inner thigh, the soft flutter only issued a stubborn clench to your cunt in desire for more.
Hooking your grip in the fabric of his shirt, you pulled him back up and desperately crashed your lips against his, feeling your desire sodden in his beard and tasting your adoration on his tongue.
“Alright,” he dreamily disconnected from your needy kiss, “but seriously now,” he drew in a methodical breath through his nose as if in an attempt to calm his own desires down enough before he asked, “what do you want for breakfast?” clearly assuming that the morrow coitus wouldn’t go any further.
Puffing out a hazy grin, you simply let your palm drop to the tent in his trousers and leaned back in to utter against his lips, “I don’t care what’s for breakfast,” your touch tightened insistently over the clear imprint of his desire, “just shut up and fuck me.”
A silent and amazed laugh slipped out past his lips as you tugged at his waistband, “yes, ma’am,” stealing one last kiss before he spun you back around. Grasping onto the railing, your hazy gaze washed over the idyllic scenery as you felt Frank free his length and sweep it through your dripping folds, nudging persistently against your pearl before gliding down to catch your entrance with his tip.
The morning sunlight dazzled in the lake beyond, glittering and flickering just like the sparks that buzzed inside of you.
Giving you just an inch, you felt your forms sigh in unison, your breaths harmoniously synced in satisfaction.
“Did I tell you how good you look in my shirt?” his low timbre crackled in your ear like a warm fire as he slowly rolled his hips, deliberately taking his time, letting you worship every maddening detail of his cock, “because you do,” you felt his palms snake up to squeeze your tits through the flannel, “feel free to steal them any time you want.”
Mouth agape, your head fell back against his chest as shaky moans slipped out at every unhurried rock to his hips.
“You sure it’s not the lack of anything underneath that you like so much?” you grinned, your hips rolling back against his deliberate efforts.
“Well, I’m certainly not complaining about that part,” he chuckled and pressed his lips to your neck, “I think you might be able to get me to do anything you wish dressed exactly like this.”
“Oh yeah?” your giggle broke up your moans, “anything I wish?”
“Mhm,” he hummed gravelly, his fingers nimbly undoing a few of the buttons and granting his grasp access to slip in and seep across your tingly flesh, “fucking anything…”
Sinking in deeper with every gentle thrust, your left hand lowered and began to draw tight circles over your clit as the other’s grip tightened around the railing, your nails leaving crescent-shaped imprints in the raw wood.
But when his lips began to wander across the side of your neck in a way that made you feel as if he was kissing every millimetre of your body, that’s when you felt your legs begin to tremble once more. The intensity of his slow pace began to grow within you, nearly being too much for you to take, so when his fingers sought out your pebbly nipples in a dizzying pinch, that’s when your frame jerked, Frank’s throbbing girth sliding out of you from just how hard you were squeezing down on him, and as your front collided with the fence, your fingertips furiously kept up their pace and kept your orgasm going, convulsing for all of the flora and fauna to see.
Leaning with your folded-up arms against the top of the banister, Frank’s burly arms, which were still enveloped around you, tightened as you felt the warmth of his front melt against your curved spine. Letting one of your hands drop, it swiftly found his and weaved itself with it as you drew it up higher to press it against your thumping heart. Though when your pulse began to calm, you raised your tangled fingers further, all the way up so that your lips could press against the back of his palm.
As you slowly unfurled your form, your fluttery kisses gently danced up his arm till you found yourself facing him once more with your lips attached to his collarbone.
His bulbous tip leaked against the few buttons that were still fastened on the shirt you wore and his wide palms slid down past your waist to knead your bottom and draw you that much closer.
Shuffling your feet, you gently pushed against his brick house of a frame for him to shift as well. Backing up, you crossed the short width of the porch till the back of Frank’s knees bumped into the solid bench that sat flush against the exterior wall. As he buckled and planted himself on it, it only took half a second for you to curl into his lap.
Grabbing the sides of your face and bringing you into a sloppy kiss, you snaked a hand down between your frames and seized his dick. A low moan vibrated against your tongue as you raised up your hips and rubbed his hardness against your slick a moment before slowly sinking down, his lips falling from yours as you did so. Gazing back at him through your lashes, you saw as his eyes stayed shut, his mouth hung agape and his head gently fell back against the wall, the sensation of your warmth enveloping him evidently rocking him to his very core.
Gliding your grasp into place over his broad shoulders, you slowly drew your hips up before easing back down, all the while taking in every little micro-reaction you stirred on your partner's face.
“Christ, you feel so good,” he groaned, hazily peeling his eyelids open to blink back at you with a stary gaze, “so fucking warm,” he leaned back in a murmured against your lips, “and wet...”
One of your elbows bent and curled the remainder of the limb over his head, your fingers weaving into his short waves as you slowly nuzzled your nose against his, gently sweeping from side to side and sharing his hot breath as you leisurely bounced in his lap.
Keeping one of his palms glued to your hot cheek, the other one drifted down to undo the last remaining buttons, freeing your tits completely. His gaze lowered to watch them sway with your slow movements, the open flannel now akin to a curtain flowing next to the soft peaks.
“Fuck,” he moaned, holding you close as his dark brows knitted together, “if you keep going like that, you’ll make me cum.”
“Good,” you panted as you too felt the end near once more. With your forehead pressed to his, you shakily rode him, keeping up the same leisurely pace, feeling every single part of him intoxicatingly stretch you out, till his groans grew louder and his eyes screwed shut, digging his fingers into your hair as his length twitched inside of you and you creamed all over his cock, your amalgamation mingling and becoming indistinguishable from one another’s euphoric juices.
Burying your features in the crook of his neck, your breaths came in ragged as you felt how tightly your cunt was clenching around him. But nevertheless, you simply stayed there, frozen atop of him and with his softening girth still embedded deep within you.
“Oh my god,” you groaned light-heartedly into his skin, “you fucking dick.”
“What?” he chuckled warmly in your ear.
“No, it’s just,” you huffed out laboured breaths as you hazily explained, “you made me cum so hard and now I feel like a fucking virgin…” but when his reaction was to try and pluck you off of him, a sharp hiss escaped your lips, “no, no!” your arms tightened around his neck, “stay, stay,” your alarming tone was softened by a shuttering whimper.
Seizing your cheek, he gingerly drew you back for him to take in your fuzzy expression, “oh, you want me to stay?” he smiled at the pout that had formed on your lips, and a sluggish nod tipped your head at his playful tone, “alright,” he tilted his chin and pressed a kiss to the edge of your hairline, “I can stay.”
“It’s dumb,” you murmured as you felt his pecks flutter down your face, “but I’m just kinda scared that if you pull out I’ll just somehow close up completely.”
“You won’t,” a soft chuckle rumbled within his chest as he neared your lips, “don’t worry, I’ll help you if it ever comes to that.”
Tilting your chin, you pressed your lips to his, your tongue swiftly swooping in to dance lazily against his own.
Goosebumps erupted across your skin as you felt his touch lightly ghost all along your spine, caressing up and down the length of you as your kiss grew sloppy.
As you noticed your sensitive pussy begin to relax, so too did you sense when Frank’s cock, which previously hadn’t gone completely soft yet, began to swell within you, the sensation making your hips instinctively grind down against him as the sensation consumed you.
And with his lips never leaving yours, a light squeak escaped your lungs as Frank suddenly rose to his feet, scooping you with him, his fat cock all the while still staying warm within you.
As his slow stride carried you back inside, your gaze was hazy as his kisses migrated down your neck, but when you passed the kitchen, your eyes snapped back open, “wait,” you stopped him and his lips detached from your pounding pulse, a string of saliva still keeping him connected to where a lavender love mark had begun to bloom, “I’m thirsty! I still–,” keeping one arm hooked around his neck, you carefully pointed to the half-full glass still on the counter, “my water is right over there.”
With one hand under your bottom and the other clasped at your waist, he redirected his steps and walked over to the small open kitchen. Once he reached the counters, a sly smirk seeped across his features as he commanded, “hold on tighter,” and as you did, his grip then shifted and let go of your side to grasp the glass of water.
“You know, you could just put me down,” you chuckled as he lifted the drink up to your lips, carefully tilting it and granting you a sip.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” his coffee gaze stayed fast on your lips as you drank. When you tipped your head back to halt the flow, a little droplet escaped the corner of your mouth, rolled down your chin and all the way to your exposed chest. Setting the glass back down, he swiftly dragged the back of his index finger along the glistening stripe and wiped it up, “making a fucking mess,” briefly leaning in to clean up the rest with his tongue.
Giggling fleetingly at his comment, you asked, “do you want a sip?” but he only gazed back at you and gently shook his head, other desires more prevalent in his mind.
Biting down on your bottom lip, you felt his girth throb inside of you.
As his stride slowly began to return towards the bedroom, it only took you letting your arms hang at your sides a moment for the flannel to cascade off of you and drop to the floorboards.
Craning his neck, he buried his face in your boobs, nipping and nuzzling gently against the soft flesh as you insistently tugged at his grey tank, one of your socked feet also shifted and nudged at his waistband in an attempt at getting him to the same level of undress as you were at. But unfortunately, none of your efforts yielded much success as his grip on you halted the fabric from exposing too much of his warm flesh.
You hadn’t truly comprehended that you’d reached your destination before your spine pressed against the doorframe, Frank momentarily using it as leverage as he carefully lifted you off him, shifting his hold on you as you felt his previous load begin to drip out.
Gingerly plopping you down onto the bed, you expected him to melt down atop of you and bury himself so deep inside of you that you wouldn’t be able to walk for a whole week, instead his warmth disappeared as he took a few steps back, his dark eyes glued to you and the mess between your lazily fallen open thighs, as he stripped off the clothes that clung to his bulky physique.
Raising yourself up onto your elbows, your teeth snatched up your bottom lip as you spotted the lewd stain on the front of his pants, completely sodden with your essence.
He was surely taking his time with it, putting on a show and letting you drool over every sliver of skin he revealed, but perhaps it was just your impatience getting the best of you, because when the last bit of fabric finally dropped to the floor and he stood there a second in all of his jaw-dropping glory, you heard your whine resonate within the cabin, “Frank, my legs feel like jello,” a breathy laugh slipped out past your pout as you feared he’d ask you to come crawling to him, “please get back over here.”
Choking down a laugh of his own, he painfully slowly stepped closer to you, your thighs splitting wider as he neared.
“You sure?” he playfully cocked his brow as his fist closed in around his fat base, stroking himself agonisingly close to your puffy pussy, “I thought you said I made you come so hard that now you can’t take it anymore,” smiling as you attempted to wiggle closer without any success, “you sure you can handle more?”
“Yes,” flowed from your lips as you stared at the way his grip slid up and down his intimidating length, the lingering gloss making his movements go molten, “yes, I can take it, please, I want more.”
Finally granting you a tad of contact, he tapped the hefty weight against your swollen pearl, “yeah?” gliding his free palm down your inner thigh to fight it as it jerked in response, “this what you want?” he repeated the action, the lewd soppy smack resonating within the room, “or was it more something like this,” you gasped as he suddenly slid the entirety of his length inside of you.
“H-holy shit!” you felt all of the air get pushed out of your lungs as his tip nudged against the deepest part of you, a sensation that caused your limbs to tremble at his sides.
“What?” he smirked, pulling back out completely, and gliding his weight through your soppy folds, parting them with his girth as he rubbed against your clit, “I didn’t quite catch that,” your hazy gaze fluttered down to see how far up your stomach his length rested, the staggering image efficiently causing your brain to melt out of your ear.
“Yo-you, you, yes!” you blubbered incoherently, “that–, yes!”
“What? This?” he bullied your clit further.
“Ah!” you moaned sharply, “no, no–”
“Oh, you mean this?” he slammed back inside of you so fiercely that tears formed in the corners of your eyes, “is this what you want? Would this make you happy?” he slowly eased back out, just halfway, before burying himself once more, “because you know that’s all I want, is just to make my girl happy.”
Mouth agape, you watched as he fucked you, still standing tall next to where to laid melted against the mattress, but when you noticed the dull bulge that rhythmically appeared in the lower part of your stomach, your eyes grew wide, and the tangible proof made your pussy threaten to flutter around his girth.
“F-Frank!” you whimpered as he gazed down at you, admiring the way you took his entirety, “I think I'm gonna–”
“What?” he offered you one last thrust before retracting completely, leaving you squirming as he dropped down to his knees before you, “you’re gonna what?”
Both of his thumbs briefly came up to spread your puff apart for him, granting him a great view of your collected mess that still oozed out of you. redirecting his gaze to stare up at you, he placed a few teasing pecks along your glistening petals, his prominent nose nudging against your puffy clit as he teased you, making his way up to lap a cruelly light lick to your sensitive pearl.
“I am waiting patiently here,” two of his fingers came to fill you up, hooking inside of you and swiftly initiating a rocking rhythm against that spot that conjured the lewdest of squelching melodies, “what are you gonna do, huh?” and as he sucked down on your clit, he only did so for what felt like a second before it all became too intense and your pussy gushed around his determined digits, a display he had obviously hoped for as he bellowed gravelly, “there it is,” a feral look glazing over his intense gaze as he tickled out as much of your nectar as you’d grant him, “fuck!”
As you laid there quivering and shaking on the crumbled sheets, the last thing you’d expected after a high so paralysing was for you to crave more, and you did. In a deep and primal way that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around. In a way that caused you to sluggishly yank him up onto the bed and feel his weight on top of you, a sensation you didn’t get to savour long before he rolled around, taking you with him as he planted his head upon the pillows still at the top of the bed and manhandling you on top of him.
Body melted and plastered atop of his, you uttered into his skin, “you’re being so mean.”
Digging his grip into your hips, he grinded you down against him and checked, “too mean?”
“I–…” you thought about it a second before the corners of your lips began to tip upwards, “no… I like it, but you’re just still mean.”
Manoeuvring your molten frame, he lifted your pelvis up far enough for him to slip back inside.
“Yeah, well, what else is new,” you felt his low chuckle rumble in his burly chest beneath your cheek, “we can’t all be a ray of sunshine like you.”
Keeping his grasp glued to your hips, you swiftly discovered that your exhausted limbs weren’t up to the task of doing all of the work independently and became ever so grateful when you didn’t even have to ask for help as Frank began to rock your frame for you, moving you like a toy on top of him.
Arms curling up and retracting in against your form, you smooshed your cheek further down against his chest as you drooled on his pecks, the rocking motion nearly lulling you off into a dream, but before you could fade away completely, Frank’s voice washed over you once more.
“Hey, sweetheart?”
“Mhm?” you mewled as he fucked you down upon him.
“Can you open your eyes for me?”
And when you did, it took your fuzzy gaze a moment before you spotted the mirror on the far side wall and the reflection in it, but when you did notice it, the shuttering moan you let out left no doubt in Frank’s mind if you had or not.
“Look at how fucking pretty you are when you’re all fucked out,” you felt him shift his hold so that he kept your hips stagnant and bucked his own up into you in such a way that caused your head to levitate just a centimetre off his pecks as his balls slapped against you from the force of his efforts, “can you keep your beautiful eyes right there on the mirror? I want you to see how cute you look when you cum…”
You weren’t sure that cute was the specific word you would have used to describe how it looked when he once again made you squirt all over his cock. But sure, you could see how in Frank’s eyes you must have looked utterly adorable gushing around him from just how good he made you feel.
Rolling over, you both now laid on your sides with your limp leg flung over his hip and his flush face clutched in your palms as you held him close in the silky embrace.
“Frank,” your woollen-socked foot caressed his lower back as it methodically moved beneath it with every lavish thrust, “I don’t think I can cum again.”
“Is that a challenge?” his warm palm slid down your frame and he pressed his middlemost fingers down upon your overly sensitive clit, “because I think you can. I even think you can squirt some more for me,” and as he angled his molten motions, he didn’t quit till your face screwed up and squelching noises echoed at every zealous plunge, “such a fucking good girl, you can do it, just let go, I’ve got you,” he talked you through your high as it crashed into you, nearly knocking you out completely as your body fulfilled his wish and his own peak swiftly followed suit as your clambering pussy milked him dry.
With sweet sweat glistening up your skin, you felt utterly boneless as you laid there in Frank’s arms. Placing a few slow pecks all along the length of his nose, he hummed contentedly and a soft smile warmth up his features.
After nearly falling back asleep in the safe cocoon that was the post-coital bliss, you heard yourself ask after you both landed on not slumbering the day away.
“You wanna take a shower before we actually figure something real out for breakfast?”
“Wow, okay,” he jokingly scoffed as he began to drag himself out of the bed, “but don’t think this is gonna work a third time.”
“What?” you chuckled as he got up to his feet and pulled open the top dresser drawer for a few fresh towels, “no, I seriously just mean cleaning up before we eat!”
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I wonder where Frank could be!
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Private Matters
Chapter VI
Cam!Boy Frank Castle x Female Reader
Story summary: After stumbling upon a cam website one night you quickly discover your favorite streamer. Unable to get the thoughts and images of him out of your mind you decide to become a supporter and the two of you grow closer to each other over time. Things get complicated when your close friend, neighbor, and crush decides to express his feelings for you.
Chapter summary: Forced to take care of yourself on your own after Frank left for work you decide on some help from a certain someone. Some time later you meet up with your neighbor and he does his best to prove to you how bad he left for leaving you hanging the last time.
Chapter warnings: explicit language, explicit content, smut, porn, masturbation, public sex, oral sex, teasing, pet names and more stuff like that
Word count: 5.8k
A/N: Okay SO...long time no see...but it's out now! I hope you guys didn't forget this story yet, im going to finish it i promise, and I'll try to get the next chapter out a lot faster than this one. Reblogs and feedback are oh so welcome and thank you for reading! Hope you'll enjoy this one. Thank you @chelseasdagger for proofreading and helping with editing this one! Love you!
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So there you were, laying on your living room couch in an overwhelming silence that highlighted how lonely your apartment currently felt. With your leg falling off the seat and your eyes stuck on the ceiling above, you let the next couple of minutes pass you by, quietly reminiscing on the feeling of Frank's touch, somehow still present on your skin. Dragging your palm down your face, you sigh loudly, hoping the frustration and disappointment of the situation leaves with the breathed out air. Your eyes drop, focusing on the front door that closed behind your favorite neighbor just a moment prior. Your brain, against your will, focuses back on what could've happened if the alert on his phone hadn’t, rudely, interrupted the plans you two had for the rest of the afternoon.
Grabbing your phone, you check the notification quickly but there's nothing really worth your time.
With no further plans for the day occupying your mind, you scroll for a bit, hoping to distract your mind and make the feeling between your legs disappear before it's too late.
With a loud sigh, you adjust your position on the couch, letting your legs fall open slowly as you close your eyes and try your best not to let your mind slip back to Frank. Unsuccessfully.
With your eyes closed, your mind begins to wander, wander back to the touch that previously left your body so abruptly. The way Frank's fingers felt, brushing over your skin gently but impatiently. The way he pulled you closer, not wanting this moment to slip away from you, and his lips. God, his lips. Your hips shift slightly at the memory when a barely audible moan escapes your mouth. Brushing the side of your neck gently with your fingertips, you trace over the trail of kisses he left on your skin.
“God.”
You grunt, opening your eyes after realizing how dumb what you're doing had to look. After debating on texting Frank, you ultimately decide that sending him a 'Hi, I'm horny now and need your help,’ in the middle of his work day was probably not the smartest move at this point in…whatever the hell you two had going on together.
“So fucking stupid.”
You mumble, quickly unlocking your phone, knowing god-damn well what page you need to open to deal with this whole thing. You sigh, rubbing your fingers over your eyes once “The Punisher” shows up in the suggested searches before you even have the time to type out the whole name of the page. You shake your head and click on the link that takes you right where you needed to be.
You scroll past the introduction that you've previously had time to familiarize yourself with on one of your visits to the site and glance over the thumbnails for new content. Your eyes freeze for a second as you scan over the title of the nearest livestream, “highly requested”, and then the hashtags underneath “pocket pussy”. Closing your eyes, you fight against your body's initial reaction with a loud sigh and scroll past the link, instead opting for the gallery of recently added photos.
It takes a moment to get through the new ones you haven't seen before; those that had been posted in the span of the last couple of days. The one that immediately draws your attention is a close up on the bulge in his dark gray boxers. You close your eyes for a second, and it's enough for your head to slip back to Frank. You feel the warmth of his cock under the fabric of his boxers, you feel it in the palm of your hand where you felt it not long ago and where you feel like you should still be feeling it right now.
Pushing your legs together slightly, you open your eyes and flip through a couple more photos but find yourself unable to really focus on the guy from the internet and focusing on your next-door neighbor instead. You try a couple more photos and even a couple of the highlighted clips saved on his pages, but much to your ‘surprise’ none of them really work as well as you're sure they would if it wasn't for your little bit of Frank Castle branded fun.
You scoff at your own thoughts loudly, rolling your eyes back and dragging your hand down your face as the frustration washed over your body once again before opening up your messages. Your thumb hovers over Frank's name for a moment as you question your choices, per usual.
Thinking about you.
You cringe at the words instantly, shaking your head to highlight the feeling to…yourself? Working quickly on the digital keyboard, you try to word your message in a couple different ways, feeling a slight embarrassment at every single alternation, eventually steeling on a quick.
How's work?
Hitting send, you raise your eyebrows and shake your head softly at your own incapability to talk to a man you were just about to fuck on your couch not so long ago. The message hangs in the air, unread for a while, and you assume he's busy. You let it sit there for a bit longer, attempting to distract yourself with some everyday chores around the apartment, before eventually laying back down on the couch again. No answer.
“He's at work, he's busy.”
You explain to yourself once more and work on convincing yourself it's a pretty plausible scenario since…you knew he was working. After a few more minutes you sigh quietly, accepting your defeat.
Hesitantly, you exit the messages app and open the browser on your phone one more time. The designated page already open and ready since you didn't bother to close it up before.
“Alright, you win.”
You mumble quietly under your breath while scrolling back up to the top of the page. Today's livestream only started a few minutes ago and as much as you hate you know their usual length, you're aware there's quite a bit of time left till he's done for the day. You click the link and stare at the small screen of your phone before deciding to grab your laptop from the other room for a more…engaged experience.
Back on the page yet again, you click open the live transmission before sitting back on the couch and finally decide to let yourself relax properly.
You watch the quick introduction where he gets in the frame and greets the chat, quickly getting rid of his shirt, leaving him only in his dark, navy jeans and you catch yourself smiling at the deep, rumbly voice. You would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the way he sounded. Aware of the fact that voice changers exist and people who do things like The Punisher tend to use them more often than not, you never really thought that much of his voice…well, except for how much you liked it of course and how it got to you. Besides all of that, he sounded strangely familiar, but you couldn't quite put your finger on the reason why. For some reason, you took notice of it this time more than you usually would.
“Think I might need some help today.”
His words quickly get you to focus back on the visuals more so than the audio of the stream. The frame is, as usual, cut off right below his shoulder. There is no way to see his face and as he reads out the couple of alerts from the chat you begin to wonder if anyone actually knows what he looks like. The thoughts leave your head as quickly as they appeared the second the man on your screen stands up to approach the camera. He takes a step towards the viewers and turns to the side. “You guys seeing this?”
He starts, stating the obvious as your eyes focus on the bulge in his dark jeans. The outline of his cock is as prominent as it possibly could be. The shadows only accentuate the shape, not leaving much up to the imagination. The alerts and tips in the chat ramp up pretty quickly as the community reacts to his state. He chuckles deeply and raises his hands up, but still keeps them in frame.
“Okay, okaaay, settle down. The show hasn't even started yet and you guys act like this?”
He clicks his tongue.
“‘Least wait till you see it, huh?”
The cockiness of the statement makes the corner of your lips pull up slightly.
The man sits back onto his chair, pushing his legs open with a grunt, palming himself over the jeans. Your head kicks you back to the way you pushed your hand against Frank's bulge. You let your head fall back against the couch and rub your hand over your forehead, debating on closing up the site completely and calling Frank.
“He's working.”
You repeat to yourself one more time, unable to believe how hard it apparently was for you to get over the situation. It felt embarrassing, considering the fact that he most likely already moved on from what happened this morning and was definitely not slipping back to the feeling of your hands on his body every couple of minutes while desperately trying to focus on something else. Grabbing your phone off the coffee table, you check for messages one more time. No response.
Your eyes trail back to the computer screen, and you watch the man push his hips up slightly to pull the jeans down, about halfway down his thighs, the fabric of the pants digging into his skin.
Shit.
You curse yourself in your head and throw your phone on the couch, attempting to focus entirely on the livestream now. The center of his palm rubs over his cock through the fabric of his boxers and a low, raspy grunt leaves his throat when his hips push up, chasing the sensation. You do the same, lifting your hips up to shift on the couch slightly, feeling the faint pulsation between your thighs.
He hums quietly, slipping his hand under the fabric and wrapping his fingers around his cock.
“God damn.”
He mumbles in a low voice, inhaling through his teeth quickly once he tightens the grip around himself.
“Shit.”
You whisper, pressing your legs together, playing with the hem of your pants for a moment as you think this over one more time.
“Aright-”
His voice makes you look back up at the screen.
“About the highly requested part…”
He starts, referencing the title chosen for today's stream. Reaching for something out of view he moves forward on the chair slightly, and you’re not sure if he does it just because or to very subtly show off the darker spot on his boxers right where the outline of his tip pushes against the fabric. With a quiet grunt, he now brings the object into the chat’s view, and you suddenly remember the tag on the video you noticed after you first opened up the page.
You feel a slight twitch between your legs when he presents the see-through, silicone masturbator to the camera and laughs out loud.
“Yeah? S’that what y’all wanted?”
His fingers wrap around the toy and for a second you feel Frank's big palms on the sides of your face. It feels insane how despite having this whole god-damn show in front of you, your brain still clings to that moment with Frank from the morning, but you can't help it. All you can really think to do right now is to give into what your brain and your body clearly need. You rest your back against the back of the couch and quickly slip your pants down and off your legs. Letting them fall on the floor, you spread your legs open and, with your eyes on the screen and your mind back with Frank, you let your hand slip between your thighs. Humming quietly, you push into the touch and close your eyes while slowly circling your clit over the fabric of your panties. It doesn't take long before you touch yourself properly, with the livestream playing in the background and your brain unable to disconnect from the memory of the morning. You're not even surprised by the fact of how quickly you manage to get yourself close.
With the sounds, the visuals in front of you and your brain doing its best to make sure the image of your half-naked neighbor replays in your head over and over and over again, you give into your body's intense desire.
"Oh, fuck."
He grunts again, raising his hips and stretching the toy around his length. The wet sounds spill from your laptop's speaker, and your legs twitch slightly when a loud moan follows.
"Shit."
With your eyes glued to the screen, you watch him pull the silicone sleeve up his cock, up, up and over the tip until he slips out of it completely. The thin strings of his pre-cum stretch out between his body and the toy, and you involuntarily sink your teeth into your lower lip. Allowing your brain to wander, you think about Frank again, focusing on the feeling of his bulge pressed against the palm of your hand. You try to imagine how he looked under the fabric, how he'd twitch against you if you grabbed him tighter, how he'd feel inside you. Your body reacts to the thought, legs twitch again as you speed up the movement, feeling your climax getting closer.
“...Do you think porn is cheating?”
You ask a bit unexpectedly, definitely getting the attention of a couple of people sitting around the two of you at the somewhat fancy restaurant Frank chose for your dinner date. To be completely honest, this wasn't the way you pictured him "making it up to you" like he promised the other day after he had to leave for work so abruptly, but you chose not to comment on the fact. It wasn't like you didn't want to go, or didn't enjoy this... you just simply pictured something in a slightly… different manner.
The older lady dining with her friends to your left gives you a very distinctive glare, making sure you know she heard you, and she does not think your conversation is appropriate. You choose to ignore her, rolling your eyes slightly before focusing your attention back on your date.
“Like doing it?”
Frank answers with a question, seemingly without a second thought, and you chuckle with a confused expression.
“What?!”
You shake your head, laughing louder now, ignoring another glare from the old lady and keeping your eyes on the man sitting opposite of you at the small, round table.
“No, just- like watching?”
You explain your question, already knowing god-damn well you won't just get a straight answer, not from Frank Castle. He seems to be unable to do that, at least in any conversations he has with you.
“Ooooo, oh, just watching, huh?”
He nods with a slight smirk, poking his food with the fork, and you nod as well, giving him a big smile with your silent confirmation.
“Like, if I was watching someone do it and was thinking about you? Hmm?”
You imply oh, so very subtly and Frank glances up now, eyebrows pulled together, the smirk never leaving that god-damn pretty face of his.
“That a confession, or?”
He teases and you roll your eyes with a loud scoff, so absolutely ready to deny the thing you confessed seconds earlier as if nothing happened.
“Oh, shut up.”
You play it off, but he's not ready to let go of it yet.
“Nah, you started, now I wanna know.”
He states, crossing his arms in front of his chest, determined to get the answer from you.
“I asked you first.”
Oh, that's very mature, you tell yourself, adding to the whole thing by mirroring his pose at the table, raising an eyebrow as you silently push him to answer your question first.
“Alright.”
He breaks first, admitting you're right with a small nod.
“I mean…guess as long as you don't know the person?”
He settles on his answer pretty quickly before taking a sip of the beer he ordered earlier. The same one he buys at the bar from you. The same one you pour with a small smile the moment you see him walking through the door at work.
“Why?”
He continues, bringing your consciousness back to the present, scrunching his nose with a cocky smile before squinting to try and read you.
“You wanna tell me something? Huh?”
He tilts his head to the side slightly before licking his lips and you realize he's serious. You don't really think he would mind it, if you told him he left you so horny you had to fuck yourself the other night.
“Oh, you wish.”
You mumble, pushing your ass back on the chair before leaning down on the table, chest exposed a bit more as you rest your chin in your hands.
“What would you wanna hear?”
The question leaves your lips and to your amusement, Frank's reaction only adds to the sudden rush of confidence that fills your entire body.
He grunts loudly, shifting on the chair slightly before clearing his throat, and you fight back the smile, sinking your teeth into your lower lip.
“Did you want me to just admit to it out loud? Hmm?”
You tilt your head to the side now with a wide grin on your face.
“Okay just-”
He starts, but you cut him off quickly.
“Did you just want to hear yes? Hmm?”
You keep pushing and he sighs loudly.
“That what you wanted me to say? Yeah, that's exactly what I did Frank, I just…”
You put on your showgirl voice and he shakes his head with a quiet,
“Christ.”
“Just couldn't help myself, couldn't stop thinking about you.”
You lower your voice and lean forward, closer to him, brushing your leg against his under the table and watching him move slightly on the chair again.
“That what you expected to hear?”
You ask again, this time casually as if nothing ever happened, and watch as he opens his mouth but no word leaves his lips.
“I beat you at your own game, Castle?”
He nods quickly, breathing out a quiet laugh.
“Think you did, sweetheart, yeah.”
Your heart skips a beat at the nickname and you once again curse yourself in your head, your mind slipping to your favorite pastime activity as of late.
“Guess all that shit we did really got to you, huh?”
He speaks after a moment and you raise your eyebrows, surprised with his final attempt to gain the higher ground in this situation.
“I mean, you're the one walking out of my place with a hard on, Castle.”
You point out quickly, probably quicker than he was expecting because he chokes on the beer, caught off guard by your counterattack.
“Alright.”
He starts, wiping his chin as you laugh louder than before, celebrating your victory, watching him be stared down the older lady who has definitely had enough of the two of you at this point in the evening.
“Alright, you think you won, huh?”
He asks menacingly, lowering his voice slightly. You nod enthusiastically, finishing your drink quickly before innocently resting your face on your hands, elbows on the table, staring straight into his big, brown eyes.
“I do think so, yeah.”
“Mhm.”
He hums, and you know god-damn well he's not willing to give up just yet. Looking past you at the door to the bathroom, he thinks over the choice he's about to make, like he hasn't already imagined it at least three times since you started talking.
“Know how I said I'll make that shit up to you?”
He mumbles quietly now before glancing back over his shoulder.
"The thing we started? At your place? Hmm?"
“Yeah?”
“Think you’re up for it right now?”
He asks, leaning over the table, and you swear your vision goes a little blurry at the thought. You feel the blood rising up to your cheeks and the subtle tingling sensation between your legs. Your body answers for you as you shift in your chair slightly.
“Frank..."
He smirks, watching your reaction, before glancing around the room quickly to check for people who could potentially be listening to your conversation.
“Yeah?"
"Yeah, fuck it, let's go."
He scoffs, shaking his head before nodding towards the bathroom quickly.
"Go, I’ll pay."
“If your phone goes off again-”
You warn him, already getting up from the table and collecting your things in an excitement-filled rush. Frank chuckles loudly with a sly smirk on his face, looking around the room, impatiently waiting for one of the waiters to notice him trying to pay. You turn around and quickly make your way towards the bathroom, turning to walk down the small corridor before you stop in front of the doors. Looking back over your shoulder, you try to assess the situation. It's not like anyone from the main part of the restaurant could see at this point.
“In here.”
You jump slightly at Frank's voice as he walks over to you from behind, you feel his hand on yours and follow as he pushes the door open.
It's one of those... more elegant looking public bathrooms; it feels fancy, it's clean, it fits the level of elegance portrayed throughout the whole restaurant.
"Don't know how long we h-"
You hear the door shut behind Frank and turn around to face him, cupping his cheeks with your palms quickly. You pull him into the kiss and he grunts into your lips loudly while you two stumble to the counter under the big mirrors on the other side of the bathroom. With your lips pushed against his you gasp quietly, feeling the cold imitation marble pressing into your ass. You're not sure what exactly makes your brain switch off when he's this close to you. Is it the fact that you've been waiting for this since the last time you've seen each other, unable to focus on…anything really, your brain occupied by the memory of his touch. Is it the way his lips feel against yours, how he follows when you tilt your head to the side, push your tongue past his lips and your fingers through his hair? Is it the way he reads your body, knowing and understanding when, where and how to touch you?
Once again, you're not sure, but you know all you can focus on at this very moment is Frank Castle's body pushing against yours while his lips trace down your neck hungrily.
“Oh, fuck-”
You mumble, tilting your head down when the kisses grow rougher against your skin. Dragging his hand down your body, he stops right at your ass, his thumb brushing over the fabric while his other hand holds the side of your face as his lips find their way back to yours once again.
He grunts loud once you touch him over the fabric of his pants. Pulling away from the kiss he glances down, focuses on how your fingers feel him and work over the growing bulge between his legs. He lets out a deep, low hum, closing his eyes for a second before staring into your eyes again.
“You feel that? Hmm?”
You nod, pushing your palm against him harder, satisfied with the effect you clearly have on him. He glances back at the bathroom door over his shoulder before turning back to face you again, panting quietly as his lips part, and he asks you a question.
“You want this?”
He asks, hand slipping under the black dress you chose to wear to the dinner. His thumb brushes over the skin of your thigh and you reach forward to hook your fingers over the waistband of his pants.
“Frank, I'm not fucking leaving after all that.”
He scoffs, looking off to the side with a big smirk before looking back at you, shaking his head at your words.
“God damn, sweetheart.”
His hand moves higher up your thigh and you push your legs apart slightly with an inviting hum. He glances back at the door one more time and you squeeze his cock tightly to get his attention back. Frank grunts, loudly this time and grabs your wrist before turning to face you again.
“Yeah, fuck it.”
He mumbles and you cup his face before pulling him close to you again. With your lips crashing against his, he slips his hands down below your ass before pulling you up and helping you up on top of the cold counter top. Pushing your legs apart, he steps between them and even closer to you. You moan into the kiss, feeling his hand touch you over the underwear under your dress, and your hips buck up into the touch.
He chuckles against you, breaking the kiss slightly before mumbling quietly.
“Shit. Look at you.”
He teases, but you wouldn't be yourself if you just let him have it.
“Yeah, you're the one talking?”
Rubbing your palm against his cock, you feel how hard he is now, straining against the tick fabric.
He grinds, bucking into your palm, and you part your lips, grinning at his reaction.
“Shit, look at you, Frankie.”
You turn his own words against him before quickly working the zipper of his pants undone, but he wraps his fingers around your wrist before you can finish.
“Yeah, no, we're not doing that, sweetheart.”
You frown, looking at him with a confused expression as you try to read his intentions.
“Said I’ll make it up to you.”
Your legs twitch slightly at the words.
“Think I can do that?”
He mumbles with his fingers still wrapped around your wrists.
“Promised I'd do it, right?”
He continues quietly, dropping down on one knee and then slowly on the other, right here, right between your legs, right in front of you in the middle of the bathroom at a restaurant you didn't even know existed a couple of hours ago. The sounds of a busy room full of people on the other side of the wall slips through the cracks under the door.
FUCK
You curse in your head while slowly spreading your legs apart in front of him. Frank's hands move from your wrists to your thighs, rubbing slowly up and down your body. He strategically pushes the hem of your dress up your body before resting his head against your left thigh, clearly taking his fucking time.
“Frank, I swear to god if someone walks in now-."
You grunt, moving your hands away from him before quickly pulling the skirt up. He's quick to help, hooking his fingers over the hem of your panties before pulling them down your legs quickly. Making sure not to let the fabric touch the floor, he hides the small piece of fabric in his pocket before glancing over at the main door to the bathroom one more time.
"Yeah, what you gonna do then, huh?"
He asks, eyebrow raised, waiting for your answer. You roll your eyes and pull him closer.
“Shut up."
“Yes ma'am.”
He nods, pushing your legs apart more before shoving his face between them. You’re covering your mouth the second you feel Frank's tongue press against you in an attempt to silence the satisfied moan.
He chuckles, the deep, groggy sound rumbles between your legs and you buck your hips forward, chasing the feeling. Frank moves his hands to your lower back, digging his fingers into your back in order to pull you forward, closer to him. Pushing your legs apart further, you encourage him to continue, your fingers push through his hair as your mouth falls open at the warm sensation.
“You got any idea how long I've thought about this?”
He mumbles, pulling away to stare up at you, and you tilt your head to the side.
“Oh, so you’ve pictured eating me out before, Frank?”
You point out just to get to him, fingers in his hair while he scoffs and shakes his head at your words now.
“You just can't give it a rest, huh?”
He teases, moving closer to you again. His hand moves between your legs once more, his eyes still fixed on yours.
“Can't help it.”
You mumble, feeling the warm sensation of his breath on your skin. Your body shakes in excitement, despite your efforts to hide it, but it's not like there's much you can do to fight against it.
“Can't get over the fact that you've thought about it before, either.”
You admit, and he glances up at you again before pushing his tongue between your folds. Your hips push forward and you moan quietly, letting yourself enjoy the feeling.
“Have you?”
Frank mumbles against your body quickly before continuing to work like that.
“Frank-”
You start, biting into your lower lip as you grip his hair tighter once he makes you feel even better.
“Mhm?”
“Do you-”
You grunt as he chooses to continue talking.
“You seriously think,”
Another grunt as you feel yourself getting closer.
"You seriously think I haven't thought about us fucking before?”
Frank's loud grunt fills the bathroom of the restaurant, and your eyes widen slightly at the sound. His tongue presses harder against you and the pace grows faster as you let your head fall back, resting against the big mirror on the wall behind you.
The pleasure building up inside your body successfully manages to drown out the outside noise of the busy restaurant and for a moment you completely forget where you are. Your eyes close and your mind slips back to your apartment, to how you two got so close only a day before this, how he promised he'd make it all up to you and, now, taking care of how you feel—he was doing exactly that.
Your body twitches, warning both you and him that you're now closer than either of you thought you were.
“Really?”
He starts, going for another tease, but you push your legs together, pressing them against either side of his head and he grunts loudly once more.
“Don't-”
You attempt to steady your breathing, scolding him.
“Don't even start.”
You warn him, wrapping your legs around his back and feel how they shake with his deep laugh.
“Okay, yeah, let me just-”
He focuses completely on you from that moment and you can tell. His fingers dig into your legs as he holds you close. The tip of his nose brushes your clit while his tongue slips inside you. He looks up from time to time, searching for encouragement, seeking your approval or watching your reaction.
���Oh, fuck-”
The words slip past your lips and act as a cue for him, opening his mouth wider as he works his tongue against your clit. Making sure it feels good to you, he works your body with his tongue, his mouth, brushing over your exposed thighs with his rough fingers.
You feel your heart pounding against your chest, the blood rushing to your cheeks, and your body shaking slightly as he finally pushes you over the edge. Your entire body clenches around him once he slips his fingers inside you quickly. You grip onto his body, your hips bucking up and into his touch as you ride out the climax. The many moans, probably louder than they should be, escape your mouth before he moves his hand up to your mouth.
“Shhhh.”
He whispers, chuckling between the loud pants while watching your body slowly calm down after everything now.
You swallow hard; you're breathing faster than normal, your heart pounding in your chest, your legs now pressed together as you feel your body keep twitching at the memory of the feeling.
“Shit.”
You mumble quietly, attempting to get down from the bathroom counter, managing to succeed after another moment. Your legs shake slightly and you hold onto Frank when he gets up from his knees.
“You okay?”
He asks, staring at your reflection as you do your best to make yourself look somewhat presentable again.
“Don't- just don't-.”
You take a deep breath in, earning yourself another chuckle from your neighbor before he steps up to the sink, deciding to clean himself up. You straighten up your dress and turn around to look at his reflection.
“So now should I-”
You start, moving closer to him, but before he can answer the bathroom door swings open suddenly.
You all freeze for a moment: Frank, you and the man now standing by the bathroom door. There's a moment of silence where neither of you know what to say and as you turn to face the young looking waiter directly with your mouth open, he decides to take the initiative.
“You…shouldn't be here, Miss.”
He points out the obvious, clearly not really sure how to react, and you decide to make it as easy for all of you as possible.
“Oh shit, it's the men’s room? I'm so sorry, I didn't realize.”
You grab onto Frank's wrist, speed walking past the confused worker and make your way around the many tables and unsuspecting people, quickly moving towards the main entrance to the restaurant, leading him outside. A loud, relieved sigh leaves your body once you finally make your way outside.
“Okay so…”
You start after a moment when the cool, evening air sobers you up a bit. Clearing your throat, Frank does the same, trying his best to ignore the way his cock strains against the fabric of his pants.
“Yeah, we should…”
“You wanna call an Uber?”
You suggest, and he nods quickly, pulling up his phone at the same time.
“We’ll get back faster.”
“Yep.”
You nod, fighting back the big smile quickly growing on your face as you watch him work his phone, casually taking care of your transport as if nothing ever happened.
The car shows up shortly after he books the ride and you get inside after Frank opens the door for you. You hold onto the back of your dress as you bend down to get into the car and you hear a quiet chuckle behind you.
You take your seat and Frank does the same, resting his hand on your thigh the second you nudge your knee into his, his fingers digging into your skin as he clears his throat. Shifting on the backseat sligtly he pulls the fabric of his pants away from his body, doing his best to keep it together and not let his mind slip back to the images from couple minutes ago.
“You think they’ll let us inside next time?”
He tilts his head closer to you and you breathe out a laugh.
“I mean we didn’t do anything.”
You lower your voice, glancing at the driver before resting your head against Franks shoulder.
“I think no one saw us…except that one guy.”
“Yeah okay, ill let you belive that.”
You laugh again, before exhaliging loudly.
Frank glance at his phone, making sure the driver has the correct address, the building you two lived at, before relaxing into the backseat.
“So, you guys having a good evening?”
The man attempts to strike up a conversation and you quickly turn to Frank, watching his stoic expression while he nods.
“Guess you could say that.”
His palm squeezes your leg tightly before he pulls you in closer, letting you rest your body against his completely.
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Holidate (Frank Castle x fem! Reader)
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A/N: Hi hi hi! Writing this was wild and took over my social life for a second there. This hasn’t been beta read, or edited yet (lmfao), but it’s 13k words and I’m very proud of it. Please enjoy! (Matt Murdock next????)
Summary: Holidate – a prearranged fake date that you can bring to family holiday events to avoid awkward conversations about your love life.
When reader realizes she’s the last single person in her family, a run-in with an old acquaintance sparks a genius idea that could get her family off her back once and for all.
(Warnings: slow burn, pining, fake dating, brief description of a severe injury (it’s in the fourth of july section), cursing, eventual smut (p in v, oral (fem receiving)), no use of y/n, wholesome family content, Frank in a bunny suit, let me know if I missed any bc it’s 1:30am and I'm tired lmfao
New Year’s Eve:
The bass of the club speakers pounded in your skull, sparking a fresh wave of annoyance within you. This was not how tonight was supposed to go. You were supposed to be somewhere nice, celebrating the new year with your loving and loyal boyfriend of four years, Ben. But Ben was an asshole who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants long enough to realize he had butt dialed you while he was knee deep in “the best pussy he’s ever had”.
You rolled your eyes at the memory. You weren’t even that upset about it – Ben had become a dull and predictable aspect of your daily routine. The spark that had ignited your affection for him had died out months before you found out he was cheating. It was a brutal wake-up call, though.
Your life, you realized, had become entirely too comfortable, which limited your ability to grow as a human being. The few weeks without Ben leading up to New Year’s Eve had taught you a lot about yourself, but you couldn’t help feeling a little lonely when you looked around and saw happy couples everywhere.
Your sister was happily married to her high school sweetheart. Your mom and dad were disgustingly in love with each other, even after almost 30 years together. And your idiot baby brother had chosen tonight at dinner to announce his engagement to Kim, his girlfriend of 3 months.
After the obligatory congratulatory toasts, your mother’s attention had fallen on you. You had tried so hard to get out of the room before she could open her mouth, but your mom had spent enough time with you to know your tricks and had managed to corner you by the bathroom.
“Sweetie, I want to introduce you to someone. My OB/GYN has a new set of interns, and one of them is very cute.”
“You’re worried about my,” you paused for effect, “vaginal health, Mom?”
“No, of course not, though you should probably get it checked out after the whole Ben fiasco. I don’t even want to think about where he put his pe-”
“Okay, thanks for that, Mom. Really. I just have to pee now.” You slid against the wall until you could grab the doorknob and slip into the bathroom, effectively shutting the door in your mom’s face. You had hidden yourself in the bathroom for 15 full minutes before finally facing your family again. Then, Sammy had the bright idea to take all the siblings out clubbing to celebrate his engagement.
That’s how you ended up here, surrounded by sweaty, drunk partygoers who apparently had so much to celebrate. It was 10 minutes to midnight, and you were doing everything in your power to make it to the exit before you had to be surrounded by sweaty, drunk, kissing partygoers.
The club was so packed you had barely made it five feet before you gave up your efforts, deciding to chug the rest of your drink when the clock struck midnight as your midnight kiss. You watched the dance floor from your vantage point on second floor balcony. An overwhelming presence next to you had your back stiffening.
You turned, ready to tell the guy off, but you lost your voice somewhere between “Fuck off, buddy” and “Not interested”. You definitely knew the guy from somewhere, but you couldn’t put your finger on where that might be. His size was intimidating, and you could tell he was absolutely ripped, but his eyes weren’t those of a drunk asshole. In fact, the look on his face told you he recognized you from somewhere, too.
“Do we know each other?” You had to yell over the music for him to hear you.
“You don’t remember me?” He was smiling, and you knew that smile, but you couldn’t put your finger on how you knew it. You studied his face, trying to remember. Dark hair and eyes, strong eyebrows, and a big nose.
“Oh!” You exclaimed suddenly, “You’re Eagle!”
His eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
“You were the TA for my Psych class, right? Like six years ago? Frank, right?” You grinned at him.
“You do remember!” He smiled wide for a second, but quickly furrowed his eyebrows in confusion again. “What did you call me? Eagle?”
“Oh god,” you groaned, running your hand over your face. “We used to call you that. The girls in the class, I mean. You know what they say about men with big noses?”
Frank let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back.
“I didn’t think anyone in those classes even knew I existed. That was the easiest job I’ve ever had. The professor wouldn’t let me do anything, and I still got paid.”
“So, I don’t have you to thank for the A, then?”
“Sorry, I guess you did that on your own.” He shrugged, sipping his drink and smiling. “Did you come with someone? Where’s your date?”
You raised your cup to your mouth, gulping down a mouthful of alcohol in response.
Frank chuckled and nodded. “Ah, I see.”
The clock began chiming, starting the 60 second countdown to the new year.
“Where’s your date?”
Frank smiled and gulped down the rest of his drink, copying the response you had given him. You raised your glass, and he clinked his against yours in solidarity.
When the countdown got to 10, you awkwardly shuffled back and forth on your feet. The couples around you were gravitating towards each other, grabbing each other’s hands and holding their drinks up in the air. You and Frank watched as the clock hit 0, silver and gold confetti floating down from the ceiling and coating the kissing couples on the dance floor.
Your brother seemingly appeared out of nowhere, tugging his fiancé behind him. “Hey! We’re going!”
You nodded, turning to Frank. “I have to...” you trailed off, pointing towards your brother with your thumb, “but it was nice to see you again. Happy New Year, Frank.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you around.” He grinned, nodding.
You waved at him as you walked towards the exit, wondering if you’d ever see him again. Fortunately for you, you didn’t have to wonder for long.
A few days later, you parked your car in the mall parking lot, sighing as your mother continued her rant from the passenger seat.
“All I’m saying, sweetie, is that you should get out more. When’s the last time you left the house besides New Year’s Eve? What about one of those dating apps?”
“I don’t want to date anyone right now, Mom. I’m trying to find myself, you know?”
She scoffed. “Oh, please.”
You followed her into the mall, clutching the items you had bought for Ben before the untimely death of your relationship. Your one and only plan for the rest of your week off work was to return the gifts, but your mother had insisted on going with you, claiming she had some shopping to do. You couldn’t imagine what she could possibly need this soon after Christmas, but you didn’t want to argue with her about it.
It took forever, but you were finally at the last store you needed to make a return at. It would’ve been an easy in and out if your mom hadn’t stopped to look at every single sweater in the store. The sound of your name being called perked you out of your thoughts.
“When I said see you around, I didn’t realize it would be this soon after.”
Frank walked towards you, clutching a return receipt in his hand. You waved your receipt back at him.
“You didn’t like a gift?” You asked, eyeing the receipt.
“Oh, uh,” Frank scratched the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly, “No. I bought it for someone, but it didn’t end up working out.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “Wow. Same. I think we may have more in common than I thought. Same girl that left you alone on New Year's?”
“The one and only.” He chuckled, shuffling his feet.
The sound of your mother’s voice so close to your ear startled you. You hadn’t noticed her standing next to you.
“Who’s this?”
She had a devious smile on her face, and it took everything in you not to outwardly groan.
“This is Frank. He was my-” Frank cut you off, reaching forward to shake your mom’s hand.
“Friend in college. Nice to meet you. We were just talking about regrettable Christmas gifts.”
“Oh!” Your mom eagerly shook his hand, sending you a wink over her shoulder. “Well, I’ve been trying to tell her she needs to get out more. You know, her boyfriend ch-”
“I don’t think he’s interested in hearing about my love life, Mom.” This conversation derailed far too quickly for your liking.
“Honey, I’m just trying to help. Frank is very handsome.”
You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You probably resembled a tomato more than a human being.
“Thank you, Mom. Very helpful.” You gritted through your teeth. Your mother was nothing if not sneaky. She sent you a smirk and turned back to Frank.
“It was lovely to meet you, Frank. I hope I’ll be getting to see more of you soon.”
You gaped at her as she made her way back towards the cashmere sweaters, dreading having to look back at Frank. When you finally faced him, he was clearly trying hard not to laugh in your face.
“I’m sorry,” You groaned, running your hand through your hair, “My mom can be very forward.”
Frank let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s okay. It sounds like she just wants you to be happy.”
“She has an interesting way of showing it. I mean, being single on holidays isn’t that pathetic, right? Plenty of people are single. Like Emma Watson! She’s been single since forever and she’s thriving! Oh god, you probably don’t want to hear this either. I’m sorry. I ramble when I get nervous.”
You regretted ever getting out of bed this morning. This was turning out to be the most embarrassing day of your life, and it wasn’t even 10am yet.
Frank’s face had turned thoughtful. You were a little afraid to ask him what he was thinking about.
“I have an idea,” he finally said, glancing between you and your mom, who was holding up a blue sweater and talking to an employee.
“Okay?” You cocked your head to the side.
“What if we dated?” Your eyes grew wide, “Just for the holidays, I mean. We show up together at events or parties and it keeps the questions at bay. Like a, um-”
Frank searched for the right word, and you couldn’t help the word that came out of your mouth.
“A holidate?”
Frank snapped his fingers and pointed at you. “Exactly. A holidate. It’ll get your family off your back for a little bit, and you won’t have to worry about being single. For the day, at least.”
You didn’t say anything for a long time, trying to fully comprehend what he was offering.
“What’s in it for you?”
“Same as you.” He shrugged. “My family’s like yours.”
“And it’s just for the holidays?”
“Mhmm.”
“What about the smaller holidays? Like 4th of July.”
“I’m fine with whatever you want to do about those.”
“What if one of us meets someone we like?”
“Then our problems are solved, right?”
You studied him for a moment, weighing the idea in your head. You stole a glance at your mother, who was now standing out of Frank’s direct eyeline and smiling at you and Frank.
You turned back to Frank, holding out your hand.
“Deal.”
The smile he gave you as he shook your hand sent a shiver down your spine.
Valentine's Day:
“Frank, you are not getting my mother flowers. She’s never going to let you leave.”
“I can’t show up to dinner to officially meet your family without bringing something. My mom raised me better than that.”
You were currently standing in the flower section of Kroger, picking out flowers to get your parents for their anniversary. Every year, they hosted a family dinner on Valentine’s Day to celebrate their marriage and the family that came out of it. This was officially your first go at this holidate thing, and Frank kept insisting that he had to bring flowers.
“If you absolutely have to get flowers, don’t get red roses. My dad called dibs on those 30 years ago.”
Frank grinned at your compromise and picked up the bouquet of tulips he had been eyeing. You had to give it to your mom, Frank was handsome, but the holidate deal was strictly platonic, so you turned and headed for the checkout lane.
When Frank caught up with you, he was holding not one, but two bouquets. The tulips he had picked out for your mom were bright yellow. The other bouquet had a dozen red roses in it, and it had been carefully wrapped in expensive-looking brown paper.
“Who are those for?” You couldn’t help but ask.
“Well, I can’t get my holidate’s mother flowers and not buy my holidate flowers too. That’s just unclassy.”
You followed him in stunned silence. You hadn’t been expecting that.
When you finally arrived at your parents' house, you were nervously applying and reapplying your lipstick in the passenger side mirror. You didn’t know how your family was going to react to Frank. Obviously, your mom would be pleased, but you didn’t want to sit under your sister’s scrutiny for too long. If anyone was going to figure out what you were doing, it would be her.
“You’re nervous.” Frank pointed out, watching you from the driver’s seat. “Why?”
“I’m not nervous.” You scoffed, ignoring how easily he just read your body language.
“Yes, you are, but you shouldn’t be. I’m the perfect gentleman. Parents love me. You’ll see.”
He smiled at you and jumped out of the car, running around to open your door for you.
“See? Gentleman.”
You led Frank around to the side door, hoping for a subtle entrance. This plan was almost immediately foiled when your mom busted through the door, Cheshire grin planted on her face.
“Frank! It’s so good to see you!” She brushed past your open arms, pulling Frank into a hug.
“Hello, ma’am. These are for you.” He held out the tulips, smiling.
“Oh, you.” She muttered, taking the flowers from him. She rushed through the door, calling out to your dad.
“I think it’s safe to say that I've won over your mom.” He chuckled. “You ready?” He held out his hand in question.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You sighed, intertwining your fingers in his.
Dinner was as dramatic as you expected it to be. Your dad had kept up the “tough” act for a whole 30 seconds before Frank managed to win him over. All it took was a subtle nod to your dad’s “impeccable grill set-up" for your dad to shake Frank’s hand and ask him for help grilling the steaks.
Speaking of grilling, as soon as Frank had exited the back door into your backyard, your sister immediately pulled you aside, demanding to know anything and everything about Frank. You kept your answers short but put enough detail into your responses that it seemed to win her over. Your brother had waved at Frank when you introduced him, and that was the end of that interaction. If only the rest of your family could be as relaxed as your brother was about the men in your life.
When everyone sat down for dinner, your dad gave a long-winded speech about love and had everyone toast to your mom, who never failed to cry before dinner was served every year. Frank mixed in well with your family, holding conversations on his own with everyone at some point.
The dramatics really amped up during dessert when your sister announced she was pregnant with her second baby. The room filled with gasps and excited squeals, mostly from your mom, and you watched as your mom wrapped her arms around your sister, teary eyed and smiling wide.
When everyone had finished saying their congratulations and gathered in the living room for the annual “anniversary slideshow”, you settled against the back wall, content to observe the tradition from afar. Your mom snuck up beside you, pointed look on her face.
“Don’t say it, Mom.” You mumbled, resting your head on the wall.
“I wasn’t going to say anything!” She insisted, raising her eyebrows.
“You were about to point out your lack of grandchildren from me, and I’m asking you to drop it, please.”
“Oh, fine.” She joined your dad on the couch, snuggling into his side and pressing play.
Your brother and his fiancé were also snuggling, whispering into each other’s ears and quietly giggling. It was sickeningly cute. Your brother-in-law was slowly rubbing your sister’s stomach, even though she wasn’t anywhere near showing yet. It was all annoyingly cute, and you sighed, wishing you could be anywhere else in the world.
Frank sidled up beside you, bumping your shoulder with his. He was incredibly warm, and you couldn’t help but lean a little closer to him. You told yourself it was just because your parents kept the house cooler in the winter to save money.
“What are you doing all the way over here?” He asked, lips so close to your ear that you couldn’t ignore the shiver racing down your spine.
“I’m just standing.” You responded nonchalantly, pretending to be engrossed by the pictures on the screen.
“Yes, but why are you so far away from everyone?”
You didn’t respond, finally turning your head to look at him. His face was inches away from yours. You blinked, looking between his eyes. He was fully concentrated on you, and it was making you squirm. He was an expert at focusing his attention fully on the person he was talking to. This was something you had noticed about Frank before, but it never failed to affect you.
“Do you want to go?” His voice was soft, full of concern.
“Yes.” You breathed, trying not to look at his lips.
“Okay. I’ll cause a distraction. You bolt out of the house, and I’ll meet you in the getaway car out front. But grab some of that pie on your way out.”
He was smiling, obviously just saying something to make you laugh. You tried to stop the wide grin from forming on your lips, but when he was smiling at you like this, it was impossible not to match it. He was getting too good at reading you.
“But seriously,” he started, still smiling, “I’ll say my friend accidentally cut his finger trying to seduce his Valentine’s date with a meal or something.”
Frank did exactly that, and he handled it with such grace and confidence that even you caught yourself believing him for a moment. When he closed the car door behind you and began to walk around to the other side of the car, you studied him.
There had to be something you were missing. This guy, who was seemingly full of green flags, was having the same relationship troubles as you? It didn’t make any sense. There had to be something seriously wrong with him. Otherwise, there’s no way in hell anyone would let him slip through their fingers.
When he climbed in the car, he looked at you expectantly. “Where to, Miss Daisy?”
“Want to get ice cream?” You asked, mouth watering at the thought.
“What Miss Daisy wants, Miss Daisy gets.” He chuckled at his own joke, pulling away from the curb. The silence with Frank was comfortable, and you found yourself more relaxed than you had been in months.
When you walked into the ice cream shop, you immediately regretted every decision you had ever made. You stopped mid-stride, and Frank very nearly ran into you trying to stop himself behind you.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, scoping out the store. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but then again, to any normal person, it would seem like that.
But you were focused on the couple sitting in the back of the parlor, sharing a bowl of ice cream. It was Ben, and he was spoon feeding ice cream to the girl he had cheated on you with. Frank narrowed his eyes at them, trying to put the pieces together.
“I suddenly don’t have an appetite for ice cream,” you mumbled, turning back to walk out the door. Frank’s brow was furrowed, and the expression on his face read as pure confusion, but he followed you through the door without question.
You had almost made it to Frank’s car when you heard your name being shouted behind you. Ben was slightly jogging to catch up with you, and you made a show of rolling your eyes.
“Hey! Wait!” Ben called, waving his arm.
Frank’s posture stiffened beside you, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him as he lightly pulled your waist closer to his side. Another shiver slid down your spine. You were going to have to get rid of that side effect as soon as possible.
“Hey, I just saw you leave the shop. I wanted to see how you were doing after, you know.” Ben was slightly panting. He eyed Frank’s hold on your waist, standing a little taller than before.
“I’m fine, Ben. Thanks. Bye.” You responded, looking anywhere but his face. You were not going to cry in front of Frank, and you certainly wouldn’t be giving Ben the satisfaction of an emotional breakdown at his expense.
“Who’s this?” he asked, finally acknowledging Frank.
“Frank, this is my loser ex-boyfriend. Loser ex-boyfriend, this is Frank. Are we good? Can we go now?” You asked, losing your patience.
Frank stiffened, a signal that told you he had caught on to the situation. His hand crept across your waist and settled on your stomach, pulling you fully against his front. His movement was slow, barely noticeable to anyone else, but the trail Frank’s hand left behind would be burned into your memory forever.
Ben looked between your face and Frank’s, scoffing.
“Oh, I see. He’s the rebound.” Ben nodded to himself.
Anger coated your tongue. You opened your mouth, ready to scream, when Frank’s voice cut you off.
“Buddy, why don’t you fuck off, okay? She’s clearly not interested in having this conversation with you.”
“Okay, buddy.” Ben responded, putting his hands on his hips. “I don’t think this is any of your business.”
“You made it my business when you upset her.” Frank’s deep voice reverberated through your chest. “We’re going.” He opened the car door, guiding you into the seat with a gentle push from the hand on your waist.
He didn’t have to tell you twice. You eagerly climbed in, squeezing the seatbelt as you buckled it. Frank joined you seconds later, starting the car and carefully pulling out of the spot. Your eyes didn’t leave your lap until the car was safely on the road again.
“Are you okay? God, that guy’s such an asshole. Sorry about the ice cream.” Frank gripped the steering wheel with one hand, resting his other arm on the windowsill and running his hand through his hair.
“I’m fine.” Your voice was meek compared to Frank’s deep one.
“You’re not, but that’s okay. You’re allowed to be upset.”
You stayed silent, counting the streetlights as you drove past them. Frank didn’t pry. He put the radio on a low volume and quietly hummed along to the Sum-41 song playing. After a while, he turned into a gas station parking lot, pulling into one of the spots in front of the store. You looked around, confused.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back. Lock the door.” He moved to get out of the car, but stopped when you made a noise of discontent, raising your hands in the air in question.
“Wait! What are you doing?” You asked, exasperated.
“I promised you ice cream, didn’t I?” He smiled, climbing out of the car. Your fingers fell along the arm rest, pressing the lock button. You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face as you watched him walk away from the car.
Easter:
Easter was a holiday that you hadn’t celebrated until you were a few years into your adulthood. Your parents didn’t press religion onto you or your siblings when you were growing up, but your sister had married into a somewhat religious family, so the annual Easter egg hunt they hosted had become a regular part of your Easter plans.
When you called him, Frank had insisted that his family could spend the day without him. You hadn’t spoken to him much since Valentine’s Day, but you smiled when he immediately said he’d be there, holidate ready.
He showed up, sporting a button-down shirt and slacks. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and he had let his hair grow out a little. You tried not to stare as he opened the car door for you, ever the gentleman.
“Have you been okay?” he asked, lightly tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing on the radio.
“Actually, yes.” For the first time in months, you didn’t have to lie when someone asked you that question. Ben was a memory you had all but forgotten about.
“That’s great. I'm glad you called. My family was trying to force me into dressing up like the Easter Bunny for my nieces and nephews.” He shuddered at the thought.
Your head whipped around. “You have siblings?” you asked, genuinely surprised. He had never mentioned them before.
“I have a brother and a sister, like you. They both have a million kids. I love them, but they couldn’t pay me enough to dress up in a giant, fuzzy bunny costume.”
You threw your head back against the headrest, laughing loudly.
“You never told me that!”
“You never asked.” He responded, raising an eyebrow at you and smiling.
“Hmmm. Let’s change that.”
You spent the drive asking him every question you could think of. His favorite color was purple, even though he didn’t own anything that even remotely resembled the color. He didn’t have a favorite tv-show because he didn’t ever turn the tv on in his apartment. He loves dogs, but never adopted any because he thinks they should have a big backyard to run around in. He has a perfect attendance record at work because he never gets sick.
When you pulled up in front of your sister’s house, you still had a million questions for him, but your mom’s waving hand at the front door forced you out of the car. Frank grabbed onto your hand as you walked up the driveway and squeezed it. You tried not to blush. Why did he have to be so God damned dreamy?
He pulled his hand away to give your mom a hello hug. She winked at you over his shoulder, and your eyes stung at the thought of the holidate deal coming to an end. She was going to be heartbroken. She really liked Frank. You and Frank hadn’t discussed how long you’d be each other’s holidates, but you knew he would eventually meet someone else and have to put an end to your deal.
“Frank, I’m so glad you’re here. Uncle Steve was supposed to be the bunny, but he fell off his motorcycle last night and can’t walk without crutches. What a shame. But we really need an Easter Bunny.” She shook her head sadly, clasping her hands together.
The cackle that came out of you was obnoxious, but you didn’t care. This was the best thing that could’ve possibly happened. Frank looked back at you, eyebrows raised.
“You didn’t mention that your family also did the ‘dress up like the Easter Bunny’ thing.” He muttered, expectant look in his eyes.
“You never asked.” You responded, wiping the tears gathering under your eyes. Another fit of giggles had you gasping for air. You clutched your stomach, taking deep breaths, and then immediately busted out laughing again when your mom appeared with the bunny head in her hands.
You spent the afternoon laughing every time Frank walked by you in the costume. He looked so defeated, but he was putting on a good show for the kids, who loved him. When it was time for dinner, Frank fell into his seat next to you. He looked exhausted, but the grin he sent you was to die for.
“You could’ve told her no, you know?” You said, patting his hand.
“I know, but it made you smile, so I didn’t want to.”
Frank said this nonchalantly, but you felt his words in your gut. The chime of a knife on a wine glass stole your chance to respond. Frank lightly ran his fingers along your hand, and you spent the entire speech and prayer focused solely on the feeling of his skin against yours. If someone asked you about the speech, you’d be at a loss for words. You didn’t hear a word of it.
After dinner, you had drunk so much wine that you excused yourself to the bathroom. Your sister busted through the door approximately 30 seconds after you had entered the bathroom, slamming it shut behind her.
“Okay, it’s not like I’m in the middle of peeing or anything.”
“Oh, shush. I need to talk to you.” Her hand subconsciously rested on her stomach. She was showing a little bit, and her lilac dress showed off her baby bump perfectly.
“What is so important that you couldn’t wait for me to finish peeing?”
She smirked, leaning against the door. “It looks like it’s going good with Frank.”
“Oh my god. This could definitely wait until I was done.”
“We’ve all noticed it. I mean, come on. The bunny suit? He did that for you, not the kids.”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, trying your best to nod enthusiastically.
Your sister’s face fell. “What? Is he not good in bed or something?”
“What? No! I mean, I don’t know. We haven’t-”
“Oh, is he one of those wait til marriage kind of people?”
“No! Well, I don’t know.” You threw your hands up in exasperation. You couldn’t imagine Frank being bad in bed, but that was something you had been strictly not thinking about.
“What are you hiding?” She asked, eyeing you. You should’ve known she would see through this eventually. You rested your elbows on your knees, dropping your face into your hands.
“It’s not...real.” You finally mumbled. “We’re just faking it on the holidays for our families. A holidate, ya know?”
“A holidate.” She repeated, voice full of confusion.
“A holidate.” You sat back, looking up at her.
“But he doesn’t look at you like it’s fake.” She shook her head, crossing her arms.
“That’s the point. It’s an act. You can’t tell anyone, especially Mom.” You pleaded with her.
“This could end very poorly.” She said after a pause, concern lacing her words.
“I know.” You nodded slowly, then sent her a playful glare. “Can I wipe, now? In private?”
Your sister left, quietly shutting the door behind her. You stood in the bathroom for an extra few minutes, contemplating the decisions that led you to this point. When you finally rejoined Frank at the table, he was engrossed in a conversation with your dad. He didn’t look at you, but he grabbed your hand, pulling it into his lap. Your sister sent you a pointed look, which you promptly ignored. The pattern Frank drew into your skin burned so hotly that it felt like a brand.
4th of July:
The 4th of July was always a huge affair for your family. Your parents rented a cabin on the lake and invited everyone and their grandmother to spend the weekend there, and this year, you were being upgraded to your own bedroom, courtesy of Frank’s presence. In the years you were with Ben, he had never joined you for the 4th of July celebration, so you had always been stuffed into a room with someone else. But not this year.
When you called Frank, it was the first time you’d actually spoken in over a month. The few text check-ins barely counted as a conversation, and they were usually brief. You had nervously paced around the room as you listened to the ringing on the other line, hoping it’d go to voicemail. It was a big step, even if it was technically fake. Not only would Frank be spending the night with you, but he’d also be sharing a bed with you, which was a terrifying thought.
Frank picked up, panting into the phone. His grunts were downright sinful, and you momentarily forgot what you were calling him about.
“Am I interrupting something?” You asked, mind immediately jumping to the worst conclusion.
“I’m at the gym, but I didn’t want to miss your call. What’s up, buttercup?”
You explained the situation, pacing back and forth around your kitchen when you got to the ‘one bed’ part.
“Of course, I’ll come. I wouldn’t miss it. Do you want me to stay somewhere else?”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I can tell you’re walking a hole into your floor right now. We don’t have to share a bed if you don’t want to. I can stay at a hotel or something.”
“No! I mean-” you paused, closing your eyes, “I just meant that if you would be uncomfortable, you don’t have to come. I didn’t want to pressure you into anything. I don’t mind sharing a bed if you don’t”
You bit your lip, waiting for his response.
“Cool. I’ll drive. What time are we leaving?”
And that was that. Frank picked you up in his car, so giddy about the trip that he was practically bouncing up and down. The drive there wasn’t too long, but you spent the time catching up with Frank. Besides the occasional text, you really didn’t talk to him often when it wasn’t a holiday. After the conversation with your sister on Easter, you had set boundaries with yourself. You only let yourself think about him some of the time, and you certainly didn’t reach out to him. It was better if you distanced yourself from him on the regular days of the year.
Frank insisted on unloading the car himself and wouldn’t let you lift a finger to help. He even carried your purse in for you. Your mom hugged him so tightly you winced out of sympathy for the poor man. Frank was a big man, but your mom could summon the strength of three grizzly bears when she wanted to.
Frank said his hellos, shaking your dad’s hand and asking your sister about her pregnancy. Being only 2 months away from her due date, she was fully showing now. When you finally made it to the room you were sharing with Frank, you were so nervous you started to gnaw on the inside of your cheek.
The bed was big, but so was Frank. He’d take up at least two-thirds of the space. You didn’t let yourself think about tonight, or the rest of the weekend. That was a problem for future you. Your brother bolted past the doorway, stopping only to invite you both to swim in the lake before he took off again. He was only a couple years younger than you, but he had the energy of a 12-year-old boy.
“Do you want to go?” Frank asked, flopping onto the bed. He propped his head on his hands, which were stretched behind him. His shirt had risen up, giving you a full view of his happy trail. Your mouth dried at the sight.
“Oh, sure.” You finally responded, shaking the thoughts from your head. “Do you?”
“Whatever you want to do is fine with me. Your mom’s not going to make me dress up like a giant firework, is she?”
You stifled a laugh, reaching for your swimsuit. “I don’t think so, but you never know with her.”
Frank closed his eyes, settling into the mattress.
“You can change. I won’t peek. Holidate’s honor.”
The idea of being bare in front of Frank was not something you had prepared yourself for, and you could feel yourself begin to sweat. You slowly closed the door, which increased the heat in the room to suffocating levels.
You studied Frank, whose eyes remained closed. He looked peaceful in this position, unbothered by the trials and tribulations of life. You slowly unbuttoned your shorts, pushing them down your legs. Your gaze remained on Frank, blissfully unaware of what he was doing to you. Heat pounded between your thighs, and you couldn’t help the image that popped into your head of Frank’s head dipped between. You bit your lip, watching as Frank shifted his hips on the bed and cleared his throat.
The sound of your brother’s footsteps stomping past the closed door startled you out of your thoughts. A cold wave washed over you, chilling you to your bones. You hurried to put the rest of your swimsuit on, almost falling over in the process.
You stepped out of the room, taking a deep breath. This weekend was going to be rough, and you had only been there for 15 minutes. When Frank joined you outside, you had to look away in order not to groan. Frank was unreasonably fit, muscles bulging in places you didn’t even know muscles existed. You focused on rubbing sunscreen into your skin, looking everywhere but at Frank.
He stopped behind you, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen off the table. You froze when you felt his hands gathering your hair, moving it in front of your shoulders. He squirted sunscreen on his hands and began lathering it across your back and shoulders. You watched the group of people gathered around the lake, taking turns swinging into the water off a rope. The only thing that stopped you from turning around and slamming your lips against Frank’s was the horrible awkwardness that would settle between you for the entire weekend if Frank rebuffed your advances.
His hands worked their way down your back, stopping millimeters above the waistline of your bikini.
“All done.” His voice was husky in your ear. You slowly turned around, looking up at Frank. He brought his hand up to your shoulder, rolling the strap of your bikini between his fingers.
“Purple.” He observed. “I like this color.”
He stepped around you, taking your hand in his and tugging your arm. You tried not to stare at his ass as he led you down to the lake.
Later, after hours of swimming and eating the burgers your dad had grilled for everyone, you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Even though the lake water had been freezing, and you had spent most of dinner leaning into Frank’s natural body heat, you had taken an ice cold shower. Frank was in the room, already showered and probably in bed. You prayed that he would be asleep when you finally got the courage to enter the room.
You took a breath, stepping out of the bathroom and making your way down the hall. When you stepped into the dark room, Frank was lying flat on his back in bed, scrolling through his phone.
You crawled into the bed, doing your best to avoid touching Frank. Frank was broad, though, and your shoulder ended up touching his no matter what position you laid in.
“Jesus,” he mumbled, turning on his side and facing you, “you’re freezing.”
You cleared your throat. “I’m fine.”
He gave you a flat stare, pressing his shoulder into yours. You pushed back, settling against him. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own. Frank was warm, and you really were freezing after your cold shower, so you relaxed into the touch, shutting your eyes. The back of Frank’s hand brushed yours as you fell into a deep sleep next to him.
The next evening, you watched as Frank and your dad set up the firework area that everyone would be gathering around soon. Your sister lounged in the chair next to you, fanning herself.
“Why don’t you just date instead of faking it? You act like a couple already.”
“Because that wasn’t the deal, and who says he even sees me like that?”
“Do you see him like that?”
“I don’t know. No.” You shook your head. “It’s not like that.”
“That suggestive sunscreen job I witnessed yesterday says differently.”
You didn’t want to argue with her, so you remained quiet, watching Frank’s back muscles flex as he lifted a piece of wood and chunked it to the side. When he made his way back to you, he was coated in sweat, which somehow made him even better to look at. He smiled at you, stopping to press a kiss on the top of your head. Your sister shot you a look when he continued walking towards the cabin.
When it was finally dark enough to shoot off fireworks, your dad counted down, setting off a huge firework when he got to zero. The night took a turn for the worse shortly after that.
It had started with your brother jokingly shooting a firework near you that landed a little too close for comfort. Frank had a competitive side apparently, thus began an outright firework war that ended faster than it began. You ran for the cabin, stopping when you heard the unmistakable sound of Frank grunting in pain.
He had fallen to the ground, clutching his hand to his chest. You turned on your heels, bolting to Frank and falling to your knees in front of him. His finger was missing, and you did your very best not to puke all over your severely injured holidate.
“Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Frank!” You faintly heard the sound of someone calling an ambulance behind you. You clutched the sides of his face, trying to figure out what to do. Your brother was searching the ground around you, and you balked in horror when you realized he was looking for Frank’s finger.
“Is it bad?” Frank asked, grunting when he tried to lift his hand.
“Is it bad?” You repeated, incredulously, “Yes, it’s bad. Where the fuck is your finger, Frank?”
He barked out a laugh, and then groaned at the movement.
“You’re the only person who’d get mad at someone with a missing finger.”
“This is totally karma getting us back for lying to my parents on Valentine’s Day!”
The ambulance arrived shortly after that, and you jumped into the back with Frank before the paramedics could tell you any differently. You spent hours in the waiting room as Frank had his finger surgically attached, drinking shitty coffee and flipping through the months-old magazines on the table. When the doctor finally told you he was ready to be seen, you had to stop yourself from running down the hall towards him.
He was in a recovery room, lying on the bed in a hospital gown.
“How are you feeling?” You asked, plopping down on the chair next to the bed. The hand that had lost the finger was wrapped in pounds of gauze, propped up on a pillow.
“Like shit.” He grumbled, taking your hand in his uninjured one. “I totally ruined your family’s holiday.”
“Frank, my brother is the one that shot your finger off. You didn’t ruin anything. I’ve gotten about 75,000 texts asking for updates on you since we got here. They’re not worried about the holiday, they’re worried about you. ”
“This is the worst holidate ever.” He moaned, exaggerating his eye roll.
You giggled, resting your chin on your free hand.
“At least you still have all your extremities.”
He chuckled, looking at his injured hand.
“Thanks for staying.” He squeezed your hand as he said it, looking over at you.
“Holidates don’t leave holidates behind.”
Halloween:
Halloween was something you hadn’t officially celebrated in years, but your brother was finally getting hitched, and you were actually pretty excited about it. Frank was coming as your plus-one and holidate, even though technically the event wasn’t holiday related. It was the same weekend as Halloween, so Frank had insisted on joining you. He had even gone as far as pointing out that it would be strange for you to show up to the wedding alone, considering how long he’d been attending family events with you.
Your mother had done all of the hotel booking, so you and Frank were sharing room again, but you weren’t as nervous this time around about that. The weeks after the finger incident had changed something between you and Frank. At first, you basically lived on his couch, waking him up throughout the night to give him the medicine his doctor had prescribed him. You had to help him button his shirts for work, a task you still thought about daily, and stocked his fridge with meals that he wouldn't have to fuss over with his injured hand.
It was now a fairly regular occurrence to hear from Frank throughout the day. A random text every few hours, or a phone call during his lunch break was something you’d grown used to in your daily routine. You still didn’t know what you were doing. The idea of actually dating someone was terrifying, but you couldn’t decide if it was worse than the idea of not seeing Frank.
Frank’s voice coaxed you out of your deep thoughts.
“I can’t get this bowtie to sit right.” Frank called from the bathroom.
You moved towards his voice, clutching the front of your dress.
“Zip me, please.” You mumbled, turning your back to him. He obliged, running his cool knuckles up your spine as he zipped the dress up. You focused on the bowtie, undoing the ridiculous knot he had wound into it while trying to fix it.
“You look great. Beautiful.” He sighed, looking you over.
You smiled. “You’re only saying that because the dress I’m wearing is purple.” You didn’t mention that you had picked this dress out specifically because of the color.
“I can like the color and also like you in the color. They don’t have to be mutually exclusive.”
You retied the bowtie, patting his chest when you finished. “You look good, too.”
“You’re making me blush.” He chuckled, leading you out the door.
Your sister met you in the lobby, holding the newest addition to the family in her arms. She had gone into labor in the middle of September, bringing your nephew into the world a short 6 hours later. Frank’s first interaction with him had been so annoyingly adorable that your mother didn’t stop sending you meaningful looks for hours afterwards.
The ceremony was short, but as weird as you expected it to be. Anything your brother was involved in guaranteed a strange experience, but Frank didn’t seem to mind. He spent the ceremony clutching your hand between his and toying with the fabric of your dress.
The reception is when it got really interesting. You finally escaped the dance floor, where your dad was thoroughly drunk and had been whipping you around in circles for what felt like hours. You stepped off the raised floor, heading directly for Frank, who had been watching you dance with a bemused expression on his face.
“That looked fun.” He observed, passing you the glass of water on the table.
You gulped it down, all too aware of Frank’s heated gaze. You could always tell when he was looking at you. A fiery shock would slide down your spine and settle deep in your bones when his eyes were on you. You never got used to it, but tonight you decided to welcome the feeling.
Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe you were just tired of sitting on the relationship fence with Frank, but you leaned over him, giving him an unrestricted view down your dress as you set the empty glass down on the table. He remained unfazed, glancing over your shoulder at the dance floor.
You tried not to look disappointed. You had spent so much time with him that maybe you had created a false narrative about him. It had been 10 months since you’d reconnected, and he’d only ever been affectionate with you when you were in front of your family. Which, you reminded yourself, was the deal.
You shook your head, ridding the thoughts from your head. You held out your hand in question, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Dance with me.”
A goofy smile spread across his face. “It'd be an honor, ma’am.”
You led him across the dance floor, swaying to the music that had changed from fast paced to slow and romantic. Your steps were clumsy and awkward, but that didn’t deter Frank.
“Let me lead.” He mumbled, looking down at your feet.
“I can’t not lead. I always lead.” You respond, trying and failing to relinquish your control.
“Let me lead.” He repeated, squeezing your waist. “Relax.”
You took a deep breath, following his steps as best you could. It was rather nice, dancing with a man that you could trust to guide you around the dance floor. With Ben, you’d always had to lead. He was a terrible dancer. Frank, though, was a natural.
He effortlessly led you around the floor, pulling you closer every time he spun you around. Your chest was fully pressed against his, and he smiled as he rested his forehead against yours. You couldn’t hide the ridiculous smile that mirrored his. On any other occasion, you would pull away and stick to the holidate rules, but tonight didn’t feel like a holidate date, so you stayed exactly where you were, cheesing so hard your cheeks were beginning to hurt.
His eyes darted down to your lips, and then quickly returned to your eyes. You couldn’t help it. You leaned in, just barely grazing his lips with your own. It didn’t qualify as a kiss. It barely qualified as anything, but the expression on Frank’s face had you reeling back. You couldn’t tell if he was upset, confused, or mad, but you opened your mouth to apologize anyways.
“I’m-”
The feedback from the microphone cut you off. Frank’s grip on your waist tightened as you whirled around, looking toward the stage. It was time for the ‘father of the bride’ speech, and you couldn’t believe how unlucky the timing was.
You didn’t look at Frank as you made your way back to your family’s table. Instead, you grabbed your nephew out of your sister’s hands, rocking him in your arms as the speech began. You didn’t need to look up to know Frank was staring at you. He hadn’t stopped since you’d barely kissed him moments before. Heat traveled up your neck and across your cheeks. You felt like crying, but you didn’t know why. Did you just ruin possibly the best friendship you’d ever had by misreading the situation?
The speech finished, and you went to hand your nephew back to your sister, when the worst possible thing that could’ve happened, happened. Your nephew, cute and as bubbly as could be, decided he wanted to projectile vomit all over your chest. You didn’t move for several moments, trying to comprehend everything that led to this moment.
Your sister wouldn’t stop apologizing as she took the baby from you. The anxious ringing in your ears was back, and you couldn’t breathe. Tonight was going so poorly, and you were so overwhelmed with Frank that frustrated and embarrassed tears began pouring down your cheeks. You could feel Frank’s hand wrap around your wrist as you turned towards the exit, but you shrugged him off, moving out of the reception hall and towards the elevators in the lobby of the hotel.
You knew you’d have to face him eventually, but all you could think about was getting out of there, away from his overpowering presence. When you finally got to your room, you couldn’t stop the overflow of tears. Your dress was ruined, probably cursed to smell like baby puke forever, and your makeup was so smeared it would have to be completely redone if you wanted to return to the reception.
You decided you had had enough of dancing. You stripped your dress off, stepping into the boiling hot shower. You wiped your face, staining the white washcloth black. Your fists squeezed into tight balls as the bathroom door opened and shut.
“Are you okay?”
Frank’s voice was soft, and tears welled up in your eyes again at the sound of it. He was always so nice.
“Why do I feel like you’re always asking me that?” You finally responded, resting your head against the cool tile of the shower wall.
“You’ve had an off year. We all have ‘em. Are you okay, though?”
The sympathy in his voice caused even more tears to fall down your face. You couldn’t even figure out why you were crying anymore.
“I’m...I don’t know.” You mumbled, wiping your cheeks. “I don’t know. Is that okay?”
“Of course. But you’re allowed to not be okay. I’m here for you either way.”
You groaned, closing your eyes. “Happy fuckin’ Halloween.” You mumbled.
You turned the shower off, drying yourself off with the towel hanging on the wall of the shower opposite the shower head. You opened the curtain, clutching the towel to your chest. Frank was sitting on the toilet lid, leaning against the back of the toilet, looking directly at you. His gaze was hard to read.
“We don’t have to go back, do we?” You asked, stepping out of the shower.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He stood, moving to lean against the counter next to you.
You gazed at your reflection. A few tear paths, stained with mascara, were scattered across your cheeks. You rubbed them with the palm of your hand, trying to wipe away any of the remnants of tonight.
“Beautiful.” Frank mumbled, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror.
“What?” You asked, meeting his gaze.
“You’re beautiful, even when your makeup is all over the place.”
“Oh.” You breathed, turning away from the mirror to face him.
He took a step forward, towering over you. His hand cupped your cheek, and he swiftly leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. The spark was electric, snapping the restraint in both of you. You pressed against him, opening your mouth for him to explore. He groaned, wrapping his arms around your waist.
You didn’t let yourself think of the consequences as you dropped your towel, fully bare before him. He pulled away, looking your body up and down, before reconnecting his mouth with yours. You pulled on his bowtie, undoing the knot you had tied so many hours earlier. The buttons on his shirt slid apart easily, and suddenly Frank was tugging his shirt off, dropping it to the floor behind him. He cupped the back of your knees, hoisting you into the air as you gripped his back and wrapped your legs around his waist.
He carried you into the bedroom, grunting as he fell on top of you on the soft mattress. His tongue made its way down your neck and onto your chest. He licked a path down your sternum and onto your stomach, planting kisses along the way. His path downward stopped suddenly as he lightly kissed and sucked on your hip, leaving what was sure to be a mark the next day.
He lifted your legs, resting them on his shoulders. He looked up, lustful and heated in his gaze.
“Can I?” He asked, squeezing your thighs.
“Oh, please.” You responded, spreading your legs wider for him.
He dove in, tongue lapping at your cunt. The moan you let out would surely wake whatever unlucky neighbors you had on either side of your room. You arched your back, giving him more access. His tongue made slow circles up your slit, settling just below your clit. He left kitten licks all around it, grinning every time you moaned. You scoffed when you realized what he was doing. He was teasing you.
You let out a frustrated whine, arching your back further.
“You need somethin’, darlin’?” He asked, punch drunk on your pussy.
“I need you, Frank.” You whined, looking down at him.
His gaze darkened, and you were almost afraid of what would come next. He finally, finally, circled your clit with his tongue. You saw stars, letting out the most uncouth moan you’d ever heard yourself make. He flattened his tongue, licking from your clit to your cunt and back again. Your legs began to shake, and he tightened his grip on your thighs.
He drew figure eights with his tongue, sucking and licking you until you were so close you thought you might explode. He ate pussy like a man starved, and when your orgasm finally crashed over you, white-hot and all encompassing, you thought you might never reach that level of euphoria again.
He rested his head on your thigh, grinning as he watched you come down from what was probably the best orgasm you’d ever have in your lifetime. Your heart was racing, and you let out several unsteady breaths. Your entire body was numb, and you couldn’t feel anything but bliss inside of you. Frank had wrecked you with his tongue, and all you could think about was doing it again.
He crawled up your body, hovering over you. He ran his hands through your hair a few times before settling his gaze on yours.
“Let's do that again.” You sighed, skin buzzing where he touched you.
He chuckled, pressing a kiss onto the bridge of your nose. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He was still wearing his dress pants, and you wiggled with discontent.
“You’re too clothed, sir.” You said, grinning.
“Yeah?” He asked, sitting back on his heels.
“Yes.” You replied, watching as he slowly removed his belt. The sight of him kneeling over you, removing his clothes, was drool worthy. You had to remind yourself to close your mouth as he got off the bed and dropped his pants to the floor.
The front of his briefs were stained with wetness, precum soaking through the fabric. Your mouth watered and you swallowed thickly as he stroked his hard cock, stepping out of his pants and underwear. Frank naked was a sight to behold. His cock was veiny and long, and your legs widened out of sheer shock.
He smirked, pumping his cock again. You bit your lip to hide the moan crawling up your throat. He leaned over, pulling a condom out of his wallet.
“Do you always keep condoms in your wallet when you’re a plus one to a wedding?” You ask, genuinely curious.
“Only when my dates are incredibly sexy and wear my favorite color.”
“Oh, so this happens often?” You tried to sound seductive instead of insecure, which is the feeling that began bubbling in your chest.
“No. Not until tonight.” He shook his head, eyes following the curve of your hips and settling between your thighs. He slid the condom on and crawled over you again.
Relief washed over you, and you spread your legs wider, inviting him to use you as he pleased. Your groans filled the room as he pushed into you, inch by inch until he was fully inside of you. It stung a little, considering how long it had been since you’d had sex with anyone, but he didn’t move, cradling your face and waiting for you to give him a signal that he could positively fuck you into the mattress.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his mouth to yours. His thrusts started slow, but the heat in your kiss sent another shock to both of your systems, and soon he was pounding into you. Skin met skin in a sinful, symphonic rhythm that overtook the room. He grunted into your ear when you lifted your hips, allowing him to push deeper into you.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him with every deep thrust. Your heart pounded as he thrusted into you, over and over, pushing you closer to the edge. Your moans got louder, and that seemed to motivate him into fucking you harder into the mattress underneath you. He dipped his head into your neck, sucking the sensitive skin and leaving small marks in his wake. You squeezed your eyes shut, tears of pleasure rolling down the sides of your face. You’d never been fucked this good before, and the only logical reaction your body could think of was to cry.
He kissed the tears, smiling as you clenched around him. He reached down, settling his finger on your sensitive clit. It took about 3 seconds before your body couldn’t handle the overwhelming pleasure washing over you. You moaned loudly, orgasm shattering through you. He groaned, squeezing you tighter against him. You both met your highs, hearts pounding wildly in your chests as you came.
His thrusts slowed, until he finally stopped, breathing hard over you. Your body was so blissed out that it took you several minutes before you could open your eyes. Frank kissed your nose again, pulling out of you. You both groaned with oversensitivity.
He disposed of the condom, falling onto the bed next to you.
“Are you okay?” He asked, still breathing heavier than normal.
You could barely hear him. The pounding in your chest had moved to your ears.
“Mhmm.” You sighed, snuggling into the comforter under your head. “You?”
“I’m in awe of you. I always am.”
He grasped your hand, pushing the covers back and helping you crawl under them. He settled next to you in the bed, running his fingers through your hair. Your heavy eyelids tracked the movements, watching him watch you. The expression on his face was unreadable, but sleep was fast approaching, so you couldn’t find it in yourself to question it. You could barely keep your eyes open, the last thing you remember being the soft press of Frank’s lips on your forehead.
//
A pounding at the door woke you from your deep slumber. The hotel room was filled with daylight, and you shielded your eyes as you tried to find your bearings. Frank was next to you, lying on his stomach and hugging the pillow under his head.
Another knock at the door had you jumping to your feet, grabbing an extra blanket and wrapping it around yourself as you made your way to the door. You opened it to your very concerned-looking sister.
“You’re alive.” She observed, glancing over your blanket wrapped body, “And naked.”
“Yes, thank you. Is that all?” You gritted your teeth, unintentionally snarling.
She looked over your shoulder at Frank’s sleeping form and back at you.
“Didn’t you agree with me that this would be a bad idea?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“And you did it anyways?”
“Yes.” You rolled your eyes, itching to slam the door in her face and crawl back into bed with Frank.
“You’re going to get hurt. Or hurt him. Or both.” She stated, matter-of-factly.
“I haven’t thought that far ahead, yet.” You admitted, leaning your head against the doorframe.
Frank shifted behind you, and you looked at your sister incredulously. “Are we done?”
“Check out is in an hour. That’s all I wanted to come tell you.” She said, floating down the hallway towards her room. You closed the door, rolling your eyes again.
You turned, intent on forgetting the entire interaction, when you noticed Frank sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“Hey.” You said softly, moving towards him.
“Hey.” His response was blunt, voice hard and cold. He stood, sliding past you. He didn’t even spare you a glance as he rifled through his bag, quickly getting dressed. You sat on the bed, watching him move around the room and gather his stuff.
You didn’t know what to say, or why it had gotten so awkward all of the sudden. You chewed your lip nervously. He finally looked over at you, resting his hands on his hips.
“Can you check us out on your own?” He asked, seemingly annoyed.
Your brow furrowed. “Um,” You started, trying to figure out where his coldness was coming from, “Yeah, I can do it.”
“Okay.” He nodded, lifting his bag. “I’ll see you in a few weeks then?” His voice had softened a little bit, but the expression on his face was still cold.
“Yeah.” You responded, not knowing what else to say. He walked out of the hotel room, not sparing a glance behind him. You watched as the door clicked shut, and you took a deep shuttering breath. Tears prickled behind your eyes, and you didn’t know what else to do besides packing your stuff. When you got to the lobby 20 minutes later, Frank was nowhere to be found.
Thanksgiving:
This was probably the most nervous you’d ever been to see Frank, even more than Valentine’s Day when you’d officially started being holidates. You had barely spoken to him since Halloween, which bothered you more than you thought it would. You’d grown so used to his daily texts and phone calls that the radio silence was increasingly frustrating. When you’d texted him to ask if he was still coming to your parents' house for Thanksgiving, he’d sent a simple ‘yes’ 12 hours later.
You were perplexed by Frank’s behavior, but you chalked it up to overthinking your night with him. You’d never agreed to anything more than holidates with him, and you couldn’t just assume that Frank would be different with you after having sex with you. You had simply misread the signals he’d been sending you, and that was your fault.
Your mother hadn’t stopped audibly sighing since you’d shown up on the front porch alone. You hadn’t talked to Frank about riding together, so you’d texted him that you were driving yourself. He hadn’t responded, and it was now 15 minutes past the time he was supposed to be here.
“Are you sure he’s coming, honey?” Your mom asked, fiddling with the oven mitts on the counter.
“He said he’d be here.” You muttered, trying not to look at the clock again.
Your phone buzzed, and you read a text from Frank: ‘I’m outside.’
You walked out to the front porch, where you met Frank, who was holding two bouquets of flowers in his hands.
“More flowers?” You asked, looking at the beautiful array of orange, yellow, and red flowers he had picked out.
“Of course. You know I never show up empty handed.”
“I’m surprised you showed up at all.” You couldn’t keep the bite out of your tone as you said what you’d been worrying about since Halloween.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Frank didn’t raise his voice, and for that you were glad, but the tone was definitely sharper than you were used to.
“I just meant that you haven’t been very communicative lately. If you met someone else, that’s fine, but I need to know that stuff so I can tell my family we broke up.” You crossed your arms and shuffled your feet.
“Is that what you want?” He asked, eyeing you.
“What?”
“To break up.”
“We’re not together, Frank. It’s not real.”
He inhaled sharply, nodding.
“Okay.” He said finally, handing you both bouquets. He turned, stalking back towards his car.
“Where are you going?” The tremble in your voice was entirely too noticeable, and you kicked yourself for being so emotional over this non-relationship.
“Home. We're not fake-together anymore. Remember? Tell your mom sorry for the inconvenience.”
He climbed into his car and pulled away from the curb at an alarming pace. You stood there, dumbfounded, watching his car until you couldn’t see it anymore. The tears that you’d spent the last few weeks holding in finally made an appearance, and sobs began to overwhelm your body.
You had totally fucked everything up, and now you had to go inside and tell your family that you and Frank had broken up. The thought of it made you cry even harder.
The door opened behind you, and you felt the soft embrace of your sister around you.
“I’m so sorry, honey.” She mumbled into your back, squeezing you into a hug.
“I don’t know what happened.” You said, clutching the flowers to your chest.
“I know, sweetie. I’m sorry.”
She held you for longer than you care to admit before you finally went inside to deliver the news.
Christmas:
You layed on your parents’ couch, watching as your mom slowly decorated the Christmas tree in the living room. You usually helped her, but you’d been a wreck since a few weeks ago at Thanksgiving, and your mom hadn’t asked for your help, just your company.
The tree came together perfectly – it always did when your mother was involved – and you tried not to think about Frank, or the fact that you hadn’t been able to sleep or eat since you’d seen him last.
When your mom sat on the couch next to you, she sighed, which was always a sign that she had something important to discuss. You tried not to outwardly groan.
“Honey,” she started, taking your hand in hers, “I know you miss Frank, but you can’t let this ruin your happiness. He is very handsome and nice, and I don’t know what happened between you two, but I need you to remember that you deserve a kind and forgiving love like the rest of us. If he can’t offer that, he’s not worth your time.”
The overwhelming urge to come clean to your mom about the entire thing ate at you as you listened to her. You responded before you could lose the nerve.
“Mom, I made a mistake.”
She nodded, leaning forward to listen to you.
“Frank wasn’t really my boyfriend. We were faking it, so that you and dad would stop worrying about me. Except, I think I really fell for him, and then everything went to shit, and I think I accidentally fell in love with him, and I don’t know what to do.”
Your voice cracked, and another wave of tears fell down your face. The only thing you could manage to do lately was cry, and it was beginning to drain you of your will to function.
“Oh, honey.” She chuckled, squeezing your hand against her chest. “We don’t care if you have a boyfriend or not. We just want you to be happy, sweetie. And I’m sorry if it came across like we were trying to marry you off. We just wanted you to find someone who could make you as happy as we make each other.”
She pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back in a soothing pattern as you cried into her chest.
“You know, we’ve never seen you as happy as you were with Frank.” She murmured.
“It wasn’t real, Mom.” You muttered, shaking your head.
“You can’t fake that. He looked at you like you hung the moon. And you looked at him the same way. Even if it started as something fake, that’s not something you can fake for long.”
You stayed quiet, mulling over her words.
“You should call him.” She suggested, shrugging her shoulders.
“I can’t call him. We fake broke-up.”
“You can do anything you set your mind to.” She stated, raising her chin. “I didn’t raise you to give up so easily.” She flicked your nose, smiling. “Do you want some hot chocolate? I’ll make it the way you like.”
You sent her a small smile, nodding. “Yeah, thanks.”
After she made it to the kitchen, you pulled out your phone. You weren’t going to call him, you weren’t insane, but you could text him.
You asked him if you could talk and watched as the bubbles next to his name appeared, disappeared, and then reappeared on the screen. Your phone buzzed, and an uneasy feeling settled in your gut.
‘Yes. Can you meet me at the Christmas tree farm off of Jones?’
You jumped up, pulling on your boots and yelling at your mom not to make the hot chocolate.
“Where are you going?” She exclaimed, briskly walking into the living room. You were already a foot out the door.
“Frank!” You yelled behind you, running to your car.
The drive was frustratingly long, and you didn’t remember there being so many stoplights in town, and of course you hit every red light.
When you pulled into the lot, you spotted Frank’s tall frame looking over a sad-looking tree. You got out, slowly making your way towards him. When you finally stopped next to him, you were convinced you might bite a hole through your cheek.
“This looks like Charlie Brown’s tree.” You stated.
“There aren’t any good ones left. I waited too long to get a tree.” He responded, shuffling his feet. You still hadn’t looked at each other.
“Why’d you wait so long?” You asked, stalling.
“I wanted to get one with you.”
You looked at him, eyebrows raised.
“With me?”
He nodded, finally meeting your gaze. You didn’t know what else to do, so you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. His arms tightly surrounded you, breathing you in for the first time in weeks.
“I missed you.” He whispered, squeezing you for emphasis.
“I missed you, too.” You murmured.
When you pulled away, tears threatened to spill on your cheeks for what felt like the millionth time in the last month.
“What happened?” You asked, confused at his behavior the last two times you’d seen him.
“You told your sister sleeping with me was a bad idea, and I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it, but I took it as you didn’t want to be with me, and I freaked out. I thought we would be together after Halloween. Like seriously together, and then when you said that, I thought maybe I had been misreading everything since I met you. And then I realized what a dumbass I am, because the sad look on your face when I left on Thanksgiving told me that you actually did care about me. And then I didn’t know what to say to you, so I didn’t say anything. But what I should’ve said was ‘I’ve been in love with you since Easter, and I want to be your holidate for the rest of my life, if you’ll let me.’” He finished by throwing his hands up in the air.
You smiled, eyes glistening. “Remember when I was the one who rambled when I was nervous?” You asked, giggling.
He threw his head back and let out a loud laugh.
“I do remember that, yes.”
“Would it help if I said I came here to tell you that I fell in love with you a long time ago? And that I’m an idiot for ignoring it for so long? And that I love you so much that these last few weeks have been absolute hell for me?”
He grinned, cupping your cheeks. “Yes, that does help a little bit.”
“Are you sure?” You asked, leaning into his hold. “I could grovel more if you need me to. I came ready for anything.”
“I’m sure, sweetheart.” He softly pressed his lips against yours, and you physically felt all of the pain of the last few weeks leave your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.
When you finally broke away, you were breathless and on cloud nine. You nodded towards the tree he had been looking at.
“I like this one. Wanna get it?” You asked.
He chuckled and nodded. “What Miss Daisy wants, Miss Daisy gets.”
You giggled, pulling him into another kiss.
If you’d told yourself a year ago that you’d be here, kissing Frank Castle in the middle of a Christmas tree lot, you would laugh at yourself. Frank wasn’t what you were expecting, but you had learned over the last year that the best things in life usually come when you least expect them to, and that when you have something good, you shouldn’t let go of it. You weren’t planning on letting Frank go anytime soon, or ever if you could help it, and the way Frank refused to drop your hand, even when you tried to get into your own car to drive to his house, told you he wouldn’t be letting go of you either.
End Note: I really hope you enjoyed this! If you want to see this in a series with other Marvel characters, let me know! Also, can we please figure out how to get Jon into a romcom. I need that in my life IMMEDIATELY.
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they just gimme that kind of vibe yk
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harlequin - frank castle x fem!reader
summary: you read a very good book, and frank gives you a reminder
warnings: uhm. voyeurism if you squint, p-in-v sex, frank’s dirty fucking mouth, idk man this just fuckin HAPPENED
a/n: @saintmurd0ck and I had a conversation about frank watching you read porn books and then this happened and it had to be hell’s angel so HERE WE ARE
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You’ve had your nose in the book for the past two hours.
Frank’s noticed — of course he has, it’s hard not to — and at first, he found it endearing, how engrossed you were in the novel, the sound of a flipped page reaching his ears every minute or so. You had both knees drawn up to your chest, the book pressed into your thighs, one hand holding the covers flat against your legs while you had the fingers of the other at your mouth, chewing the pad of your thumb, only releasing it long enough to turn your page before slipping it back between your teeth.
“Good book, angel?”
“Uh-huh.”
That was the most response he’d gotten out of you since you’d picked up the thing. Since you’d cracked open the cover, you’d barely said a word, not commenting when he changed the radio station or stopped for coffee. You’d barely nodded when he pressed your drink into your hand, manoeuvring a bit to keep the book open while you sipped and ate one of the donuts he bought.
But now, Frank notices something different.
The coffee and donut are long gone, and you’re still immersed in the book. But now, one leg is lowered, knee bouncing, and as Frank glances over, your other leg joins it, thighs tensing as you press them together. You have the book balanced in one hand now, thumb pressed down to keep the pages open, and he watches as your other hand skims the top of your thigh, the heel of your hand dragging along your leggings before your nails dig in.
Your lip gets caught between your teeth, and it’s only then that Frank notices the cover of the book.
Harlequin Romance.
Frank’s not a fool, and the photo on the cover gives him all the details he needs to figure out just what you’re reading. “Didn’t know you read those kinds of books,” he comments, but you barely seem to register the words, head nodding slightly, but your eyes are still glued to the page.
He waits for a few minutes, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. The hand on your thigh is now pressed between your legs. “Wanna tell me what’s happening on that page?”
You don’t say a word, but shake your head a definite no, chewing your bottom lip so hard Frank’s worried you’re gonna draw blood. He chuckles, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.
It’s a few more miles before he hears the rustling of fabric.
He should have known, should have sensed it, could feel the heat rolling off of you and filling the truck cab. Frank chances another glance in your direction, and his throat goes dry as a desert.
Your leggings around around your ankles, the book dangling from one hand, and the other is shoved down the front of your underwear. He sucks in a breath, nearly swerving off the road when his eyes get stuck on your moving knuckles beneath the fabric. Your head tilts back against the headrest a moment later, chest heaving.
He’s grateful as all hell the road you’re on is basically deserted, that you’re not pulling this shit on a busy highway in the middle of rush hour. “You fuckin’ serious right now?” he asks, hands tensing on the steering wheel. “Book that dirty?”
“Dirty, yes,” you gasp out, the book clattering to the floor of the truck as your hand flies out and lands on his thigh, nails digging into his muscle. He’s half hard already, cock straining against his zipper at the mere sight of you all hot and bothered, and he already knows where this is going. “Not nearly as good as you though, baby.”
“That right?”
“Uh-huh,” you say, your tone higher, voice going all breathy and strung out, just like he likes it.
The next turn that comes up he takes, rolls the truck to a stop along the side of the road. There’s no houses around, nothing but trees and asphalt for miles in all directions, and your head whips to the side as Frank cuts the engine, throwing off his seatbelt and slipping out of the truck. He can feel your heavy gaze tracking him, watching through the windshield as he loops around the truck, heading for the passenger side. He’s undoing his belt as he goes, fumbles for his zipper before reaching for the door handle.
“Frank?” you ask, all innocent now, but your leggings are a puddle on the truck floor, your panties hanging around your ankle, and Frank snatches your foot, ripping the scrap of lace away and shoving it into his back pocket. “What are you doing?”
He grabs your thigh, pulling your legs around the side so they’re hanging off the edge, knocking your knees wide so he can stand between them. You gasp when he curls both hands around your thighs, pulling you to the very edge of the seat and lifting your knees so they hook over his hips.
“Showing you just how good I am, princess.” He leans forward, groaning at the sight of your bare pussy and dragging his tongue through your folds, sucking at your clit for a fraction of a second before he’s pulling back, freeing his cock from his boxers and dragging his tip through your wetness.
You’re fucking soaked, and he can’t help himself, only teasing his length along you once before he’s sinking into your heat. His hands move to your hips, wrapping around and pulling you down on his cock.
“You like those books, huh, angel?” he asks, setting a fast pace, unable to help himself from plowing into you, stifling a groan as you tighten around him. “Does that turn you on? Reading those dirty books?”
Wordlessly, you nod, an incoherent moan passing your lips. You slide both hands up your shirt, groping for your chest, and Frank just watches, rapt.
“Yeah, play with those pretty tits, princess. Nobody fucks you like I can. S’pussy was made for me.”
He can already feel your muscles going taut, back arching off the bench seat as he thrusts harder into you. His gaze alternates between your blissed-out face and your pussy, mesmerized by the way his cock disappears inside you, the skin of your thighs glistening with your slick.
“Frank.”
“Yeah?” he grunts, one hand resting on your stomach, splaying across your skin. “So fuckin’ good, huh, baby? You gonna cum for me?”
You nod again, and Frank just watches as your face screws up in pleasure, spine bending until your chest is flush with his, your arms wrapping around his neck as you ride out the wave. He wants to eat the noises that fall out of you, and he knows he’s not gonna last.
Before he can even tell you he’s gonna cum, you’re shoving at his shoulder, making him stumble back a step, cock slipping out of you as he grabs hold of the truck door. Frank barely even knows what’s happening, feels like he’s watching a movie as you scramble down from the truck and sink down, leggings thrown onto the dirt as a cushion. You curl one hand around his hip, the other around the base of his cock, and swallow him down.
“Fuckin’ shit,” Frank grits, gripping the top of the truck cab, palm slamming into the metal so hard the noise echoes through the forest, but he doesn’t care. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, angel.”
You look up at him from where you’re knelt, nails digging into the meat of his ass, and as your gazes meet, he’s a goner. The coil snaps and he spills into your mouth, hips stuttering against your face. You take every twitch, unmoving from your spot, eyes glued to his, wide and blinking and beautiful. It’s a powerful orgasm, one he can feel from the top of his head right down to the soles of his feet, and you are unwavering, taking every drop he has to offer.
A blur of movement, and then he’s sitting in your spot in the truck, watching through half-lidded eyes as you pull your leggings back on, wiping the dirt from your ass and wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb. Grinning, you lean into the truck, pressing a kiss to his lips, fingers under his chin.
“I’ll drive.”
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Wrecked (Part 1)
Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader
Trigger Warnings: Discussion of infertility, attempted physical assault
Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?
A/N: Thank you to my beta reader, @whisperlullaby
Wrecked Masterlist
You were peeling potatoes when you heard the rumble of Frank’s truck as it pulled up to the cabin. Was it strange you still felt nervous when he came home after all these months? Maybe because you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop. You weren’t an Omega that any “normal” Alpha would want, and you know that your relationship with Frank was born more out of solace and comfort than anything else. Still, you loved him and he seemed to love you. So, you smiled when you heard his gravelly voice call, “Hey babe.”
“Hey. I’m in the kitchen,” you reply.
“Whatcha cookin’?” Frank asks as he sets his lunch box in its spot.
“Just boring old meatloaf and mashed potatoes,” you smile at him over your shoulder.
“Mmm, does that mean I get a meatloaf sandwich in my lunch tomorrow?” Frank sidles up behind you and rests his hands on your hips.
“If you like.”
“I like,” he confirms as he squeezes your hips suggestively. “Do I have time to shower?”
“You have about 30 minutes before it’s ready,” you confirm as you rinse the peeled potatoes.
“Great,” he retreats to your bedroom and you immediately miss his warmth.
You had found each other by accident. He had come to your small town by chance. Many people passed through on their way to bigger towns but he decided to stay. He wandered into your bar, drank alone, talked but didn’t flirt as you tended to him, and ended up breaking up a fight between two alphas quite adeptly. You had been impressed and a little enticed until you noticed the claiming mark on his neck. Fully expecting him to disappear into the night, you were surprised when he showed up again the next night. And the one after that. You had joked that you should hire him as a bouncer and he had laughed but then asked if anyone in town was hiring. Referring him to the two places you knew were looking, you poured him a congratulatory drink when he told you he had landed a spot. You remember back to that time…
Close to the end of the night, you were cutting off a young alpha who took offense. You were used to handling drunks and thought you had defused the situation when he walked away from the bar. A few of his friends ribbed him and the group left just as you announced last call. You shut down, counted out, and sent the rest of your staff home. As the daughter of a prominent alpha and known as a rejected and broken omega, you felt secure in the town. Perhaps that was a bit of your own arrogance. You had just made it to your car when you were slammed against it by a large body and your head was pulled to one side by the grip in your hair.
Alcohol laden breath spoke in your ear, “You need to learn your place, ‘mega.”
“Get off of me!” You yelled, bucking against his hold.
“Don’t worry. I don’t wanna fuck the wrecked omega. I’m just gonna give you the beating your daddy never did. Pathetic, unfuckable thing you are, I’m surprised he let you live. Shoulda- Agh!” The young alpha’s words cut off by his own scream.
You’re pulled roughly to the ground by his grip in your hair but roll away from him quickly and scoot out of his range. He’s holding onto his side and you look up at the tire iron gripped in a strong hand. Following it up, you see Frank and breathe a sigh of relief. Frank is obviously not done yet as he lands another blow to the alpha’s stomach then one across the face.
He stops and leans over his prey, “Is that something like the beating your daddy never gave you? I ever see you here again, I’ll kill you. Understand?”
When no answer comes, Frank raises the tire iron for another swing but the other alpha holds his hands up and wheezes, “Yes!”
“Get the fuck out of here!” Frank yells and watches as the man scrambles off into the darkness. Turning to you, he holds a hand out to help you up, “You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Thank you,” you brush yourself off as you speak, trying to appear nonchalant but clearly shaken up.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Frank grouses at you.
“I’m fine. That’s the first time-”
“It only takes one time. You have to be more careful,” Frank interrupts.
“I- I’m fine,” you say again. You drop your keys because your hands are shaking and pick them up only to drop them again.
“Hey,” Frank covers your hands with his.
“I’m fine,” you whisper again, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to fall.
“Hey, look at me,” Frank pulls you around to look at him. His face softens as he sees the unshed tears in your eyes, “You’re not fine. Let me take you home.”
You surrender your keys to him and nod. You tell him what direction to head in and silence stretches between you until you can stand it no longer. “So, Frank, what’s your story?”
“What do you mean?” Frank hedges.
“I mean a lone alpha wandering into town and staying isn’t very common. What brought you here? What made you stay?”
“My truck. A good bar that pours a stiff drink and a job,” Frank replies.
“Okay, then,” you recognize when someone doesn’t want to talk about their past.
“How long have you worked at the bar?” Frank asks.
“I own the bar,” you retort.
“How long have you owned the bar?”
“Since the last owner sold it to me,” you sass.
Frank surprises you by letting a laugh rumble out of his chest and you can’t help the smile that quirks your lips. His scent is suddenly stronger in the small space of your car, not hidden by the scents of the bar. It’s enticing and warm. You feel yourself responding to it and clench your thighs.
“Didn’t seem like that was your first fight. Army?” You guess.
“Marines.”
“Oorah,” you glance over at him and as headlights pass you see the mating mark on his neck again. It’s faded but definitely there. “Where’s your mate?”
Frank’s entire demeanor shifts as if a darkness had covered him entirely. He growls, “Gone.”
“I’m sorry,” you study your hands. Feeling awkward at having obviously brought up a painful subject.
“She and both my pups were killed. Car crash,” he says quietly.
“I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine.”
“Since we’re on sore subjects, why are you a ‘wrecked omega’?” Frank glances over at you.
“Turn left just past the highway sign up ahead,” you point out the sign. “Because I can’t have children. My mate rejected me because of it.”
“Sounds like a jackass,” Frank says.
“He was from another pack. My father wanted me to lie to him but I couldn’t and I understood when he decided to reject me. He was very kind about it but the reason got out. It’s common knowledge that I’m broken. Take the next right and then the third left.”
“Guess that makes two of us,” Frank says reflectively.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Frank shakes his head as he takes the turns.
“Um, you’ll cross over some train tracks and then a bridge. It’ll be the next house on the right,” you explain. He nods but remains silent. You knot your fingers while trying to think of something to say. You’re relieved when you go over the bridge a few minutes later and the front porch light on your cabin shines like a beacon. “That’s it,” you point.
He parks the car, hands you the keys, and walks you to the front steps. You go up and unlock the door. Turning back, you wait for him to follow you inside.
“I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow night,” Frank turns to walk away.
“What are you doing?” You ask, confused.
“I’ll just walk back,” he shrugs.
“It’s over five miles back to town,” you say incredulously.
“I’ll be alright.”
“I’m not letting you walk back to town. Let’s go,” you tilt your head towards the house.
“I-”
“I can’t be alone right now, please,” you say in hopes of convincing him.
“Okay,” he says as he climbs the steps.
You let him in and then lock the door behind you. You take your boots off, hang up your bag, and head to the kitchen as you decide you need a drink. “Would you like something?” You ask as you pour yourself a glass of wine.
“Got anything stronger?”
“I have everything stronger,” you scoff playfully.
“Whiskey?” Frank smirks.
“Ice?”
“Nah.”
You pour him two fingers of the liquor and hand it over. Studying him over the rim of your glass, you wonder what else there was to this stranger. He was good-looking and seemed decent. You hope he is considering you just invited him into your house.
“Got an extra pillow and blanket?” He asks.
“What for?”
“I’ll sleep on the couch.”
You lean over the counter and give him a look, “I told you I didn’t want to be alone tonight.”
Frank leisurely lets his eyes slide down to peak at the cleavage your position was clearly showing off and smirked, “You sure?”
“Yeah, Marine. I mean, if you think you can handle me,” you toss the words over your shoulder as you walk to your bedroom.
“Oorah,” Frank grins as he follows you.
The two of you fell into a routine. He came to the bar for a drink after work, stayed until last call, and you invited him back to your place. After a couple of weeks, you offered him a key saying that working all day and then staying at the bar until close each night had to be exhausting. If he wanted, he could wait for you at the cabin. If he was still awake when you got home, you fucked. If he was asleep, he usually woke you up fucking you the next morning. He was insatiable and you enjoyed it more than you cared to admit. You had never had the sole attention of an alpha for any time outside of your heat (which was a bane seeing as your body still went through it despite your inability to conceive) and the betas you had dated never seemed to stick around long. Even they didn't want the broken omega.
In the time Frank had been with you, he gave every indication of being a good man who wanted a simple life. Despite his seeming contentment, you often wondered why he stayed and when he would decide to go. He knew you could never give him kids and in the times you’d seen him with them, he seemed entirely natural. He would be an amazing father, had been an amazing father you were sure. And it ate at you. Why did he stay? Your fear wouldn’t let you ask because that may hasten his leaving you. You never discussed your relationship. You just lived it everyday and, for the most part, you were happy.
But your heat was coming soon. It would be his second time seeing you through it and it was just another reminder of your brokenness. You would have to bring it up.
Setting dinner on the table, you jump when you feel a hand on your backside, “Oh! How does a man your size move so quietly?”
Frank chuckles, “Maybe cause I’m barefoot.”
You laugh with him as he wiggles his toes. Most see the quiet, stoic side of this man but you’ve been allowed to see the funny and sweet side of him. It’s what made you love him. After you’d both eaten a bit, you broach the subject on your mind.
“There’s something we need to talk about.”
“Uh-oh. What’d I do?”
“It’s not you. It’s me.”
“Heard that before,” Frank’s brow furrows.
“My heat is coming in the next few weeks,” you say nervously.
“Okay…”
“Will you, um, help me through it?”
“Yeah. Why are you asking? Is there someone else you want to help you or something?”
“No! I just didn’t want to assume.”
“You didn’t want to assume that I’d take care of my Omega?” Frank asks, clearly offended.
“You’ve never called me that before,” you say in surprise.
“I’ve called you that plenty,” Frank shrugs.
“You’ve called me ‘mega, occasionally Omega, but you’ve never called me yours. Never ‘my Omega’.”
“Never, huh?”
“No,” you whisper, looking away. Guilt and shame welled in you for even bringing it up.
“What is it you want from me, my Omega?”
You glance up at him. His face is curious but not angry as you feared he would be, “What do you mean?”
“Do you want me to mate you?” Frank asks as he takes another bite of his dinner.
“No!” You say a little too forcefully. Seeing Frank’s brows draw together, you babble, “I don’t expect that from you. I know I’m not what an Alpha wants, since I can’t have kids. I’m not asking you for anything. Just… just to see me through my heat.” You didn’t expect it from him. You didn’t expect any Alpha to mate you. Neither of you had even said I love you. You do love him and you think he feels something for you but you would never tell him. You wouldn’t try to force him into being stuck with you.
“I will. You would be safer if you were mated. With the bar and everything,” Frank says as he forks another bite.
“I know but there aren’t many Alphas or even Betas out there that would take a mate who can’t have kids,” you say a bit exasperated.
“Then I’ll mate you,” Frank says quietly.
Your heart swells and breaks in the same moment, “No, Frank. I know you well enough to know you want children again. I know you want to protect me but I won’t take your future from you.”
“I’m happy here with you. That’s enough for me,” Frank insists.
“Frank-”
“I’m mating you when your heat comes,” Frank interrupts before taking the last bite of his food and getting up to put his plate in the sink, effectively cutting off the conversation. He looks back and gestures to your half eaten plate, “Finish up and I’ll do the dishes.”
“I’m done,” you hand the plate to him and stand awkwardly. You aren’t sure what to say or even what you feel. You try to think of something that will take this feeling away that you’re going to ruin his future and the feeling that you were a settlement rather than a choice. You decide to pour yourself a glass of wine.
“You, uh, remember me telling you about my friend, Billy?” Frank asks as he sloshes water in the sink. You would never understand why he won’t use the dishwasher. One of his idiosyncrasies.
“Russo, right? He owns a security company?” You try to remember the details of the conversation you’d had about the man.
“Yeah, he called me today,” Frank pauses.
“...About something in particular?”
“He’s gonna pass through the area next week and wanted to stop here for a few days. Catch up,” Frank explains.
“Oh, okay. I’ll clean up the guest room for him,” you say.
“I can put him at the motel,” Frank hedges.
“He doesn’t know about me?” You ask, voice hollow.
“He knows. I just don’t want you to feel obligated to put him up,” Frank grouses.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Clearing your throat, you say, “Of course, your friend can stay here. Um, is there anything I can make that he likes?”
“Just keep the good whiskey out and he’ll be happy,” Frank smiles.
It lightens your heart and you finally feel able to take a deep breath, “That I can do.”
“Oh, and Bill’s a flirt. Don’t be surprised if he teases you.”
“Noted. You should bring him up to the bar. Cecily’s supposed to be back next week, too,” you smile as you watch Frank make a face. A long-time friend who is quite the social butterfly and ends up at your bar more often than not, had tried to rouse Frank’s interest when he first blew into town but he had ignored her attempts and played off her flirtations. She had been out of town for a while but had recently texted that she would be returning.
“Oh, god, no. Those two would create havoc together,” Frank shakes his head.
You laugh, feeling more relaxed, “Oh, really?”
“Yeah, Bill can be a bit of a troublemaker, too,” Frank confirms.
“Oh, I hope they are here at the same time. I could use some entertainment.”
“Your funeral,” Frank laughs as he shakes his head.
“Do you know when next week?”
“Nope. He’s not great at specifics,” Frank shrugs.
“Well, I’ll have the room and a bottle of whiskey at the ready,” you smile.
Frank smiles back as he dries his hands and prowls towards you.
“What’s that look about, Marine?” You narrow your eyes and move deftly around the couch.
Frank gives a low, gravelly laugh before rumbling out, “Oorah.” He begins to chase after you with a teasing, predatory glint in his eye.
“Frank!” You yell as you round the couch and stay out of his reach.
He wanted a chase and you were more than happy to oblige him. Some feral, primal part of him occasionally took hold and it was thrilling when it did. He stalked you like prey around the living room until you made a break for the back door. You fly through it with him hot on your heels. Running parallel to the creek by your cabin, you make it to the tree line and weave around the trunks. He doesn’t know the woods as well as you but he’s faster. It was only a matter of time before he’d catch up. You stop to listen for a moment but know you can’t stay still long. Hearing nothing, you decide to change directions but your mistake is discovered quickly when his arm wraps around your middle and you’re lifted off your feet momentarily. You laugh and turn in his arms to face him. He kisses you and you use the opportunity to push him while his guard is down. Something you’d never done before. He stumbles over the tree roots and you turn to run again. He catches your ankle and you go down but you manage to kick his hand away and get to your feet. You can hear him half growl, half laugh at this turn of events. You thread your way through the trees again and then skirt the edge of the creek before doubling back towards the house. You were nearly back to the tree line when your momentum was suddenly brought up short and you landed with your back against a tree. Frank’s body pinned you in place as his hands ripped open his fly. He pulls your clothing away with no patience and within seconds has your legs wrapped around him as he enters your body.
The first thrust is pure bliss. You were thoroughly wet from the excitement of the chase and he roared as he took you. He pounded into you, railing you against that tree. You clutched at him, nails raking across his shoulders and body bowed as your orgasm built.
“Alpha, oh fuck!” You cried out as you felt your body spasm around him. The orgasm slammed through you with the same hard persistence as his cock. A few more jerky thrusts and he was groaning his release. He holds you in place as your breathing returns to normal.
After a moment, you murmur in his ear, “Maybe I should call you caveman instead of marine.”
Frank laughs as he gently pulls away from you, “If I was a caveman, I’d just hit you over the head with a club and drag you to the bedroom by your hair.”
“Mmm, true. Guess I’ll just stick to calling you marine,” you lean in and kiss him.
Making your way back to the house, you look up at the first stars beginning to appear as the sun sets and make a wish. It was a stupid, silly wish that you’d made over and over again since you were a young girl. One that would never come true for a broken omega. As you looked over at the Alpha you were sharing your life with, you wondered why you still wished it. He was more than you ever believed you could have. So, why wasn’t it enough?
Part 2
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Rage | Robber!Frank Castle x Male!R
Summary - The burley “punisher” known for his menacing presence and crimes happened to stumble by your home…
A/N - A simple thought that became something more then it should of, although this has been sat in my drafts for weeks now, I just decided to leave it open, maybe a PT 2 if yall are interested idk…
The night was young.
You sigh, scribbling down notes, anything that came to mind to help with the current case “Murdock and Nelson” was handling.
A series of break-in’s littered the papers of Hell’s kitchen, the bastard had managed to wriggle himself from the grips of the N.Y.P.D, stalking the shadows of the night for his next victim.
Flopping back into your chair, the cushions helped relieve the strain between your shoulder blades from standing a while, bending over the desk that currently wasn’t visible, messy crumbled up balls of paper and yellow documents detailing the certain aspects fitting the onslaught of crime covering the varnished service.
The cool breeze of the city left you shivering and alone reminding you that the law firm you happened to call home for past couple of months was your intake of madness and the decent into a spiralling well of secludedness, you hadn’t had the time to truly enjoy the character Hell’s Kitchen was and will remain.
Once clasping the window shut, you stand, rubbing at your eyes, the tiredness that stuck to them like honey grew thick yet withstand-able, it was if the city was listening, creeping and sauntering, figuring you out, a loud clunk echo’s through your apartment, ringing from wall to wall.
You had guessed it was the stormy weather outside but curiosity killed the cat…didn’t it?
“Fuck-“
Ushering out profanities was your way of coping, taking course of a few steps, gradually making your way to the wooden frame of the door consoling the running thoughts swirling around in your fuzzy brain, you still before turning the bitter-cold handle.
It wasn’t a shock, it almost felt real, more then anything you had witnessed over the past coming months, there he stood, a tall burley man, broad shoulders and toned physique, dressed in all black and a ski mask to cover his identity.
Silence fell over the room but his confidence stood proud, his muscular arms falling to his side underneath the dim light the outside street lamps provided.
“I don’t want any trouble sir-“
You tremble at the thought of becoming his next victim, although he hadn’t killed, the offer still loomed over you like his figure. It wasn’t immediate but you had guessed something within him flicked like a light switch, he placed the bag he managed to fill with stolen goods, your goods, on the floor with the same clunk from before, moving himself closer until he began to invade your space.
“What…do-“
With the incapacity to speak, you stumble back into the wall, his brown hazel’s staring deeply, trying to figure you out. He huffed before licking at his dry lips, closing in on you like an animal with it’s prey, trapping you from a potential exit.
At first he huffed and puffed like the big bad wolf, eyes twitching and lips still, as intimidating as he was, curiosity did infact kill the cat. You waited, keeping your eyes trained on his own, watching for anything.
“You’re a little to curious for your own good”
His voice was low and growly like the worn-down roads of New York City, a shiver ran down the edge of your spine, tingly yet comforting, almost riveting. Although you had no plan of escape nor defense, you melt into the wall keeping you up right, he eyed you up, almost checking to see if you fit the checkbox he had granted himself.
“Are you saying…I gotta be careful from now on?”
You question, hands glued by your sides whilst his block you against the structure of the room. This wasn’t how you expected it to go nor is it how you expected him to be, in ways he seemed softer, almost sweet like your favourite candy dissolving on the tip of your tongue.
He nods confidently, quicker then you would have liked. You can’t help the shakes the ran through your body like a tumble dryer and clothes, eager to figure out what it was that he so desired from you but also to terrified to even speak another word.
“There’s a bad guy out there, he could hurt you, y’know?”
Was it a threat? Or was he simply taking his time? His voice had managed to make you calmer, although being the aggressor, you couldn’t help but reach out, placing a hand on his hard chest, trying anything to communicate.
“Please- please I don’t want this, I-“
Worrisome pleas seemed to do nothing as he stood, still blocking you. The glint in his eyes had changed from dangerous to lustrous within seconds as if he wasn’t here to steal anything but your innocence.
“Don’t you think you could learn a lesson or two?”
A warm hand cups the base of your throat, tightening until your breathing was short-circuited, restricting each intake until you faced him, watching as he tugged a smile onto his plump lips.
Pressing forward, you allow your hand to drop from his chest, his overwhelming presence shifting until his warm breath began to fan against the shell of your ear.
“Never disturb a man whilst he’s at work…”
He presses more firmly with his hand this time making you gasp, choking on the air that seemed to be invading the small space in your lungs. He chuckles before pulling away, essentially playing with his meat, doing everything and anything in his power to make you dumb and nonchalant.
“I- please”
Your ache prolonged, blossoming as you grew harder, he was tall, practically looming over you, closing in and eventually overshadowing you from the light, his burly body blocking you in. A single hand of his cup at one your cheeks, his thumb trailing against your bottom lip in attempts to quieten you.
“God your sweet ain’t ya…”
His mouth was vulgar, his smile stretching as you accept the thumb into your mouth, tongue rolling against the thick digit. Frank could feel himself twitch, it was unusual for his nightly escapades to go like this, it was uncommon for someone to be so inviting, non the less he was entirely enticed by the whole ordeal.
You groan once he pushes deeper, jabbing the palette of your throat causing you gag, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He couldn’t deny how pretty you were like this which pushed him to pull his now slick digit back with a pop.
Frank doesn’t fight the urge to dip his head low enough to connect your lips, locking you within a searing kiss, one that left you both hungry for more. His tongue, long and wet, rolled smoothly against your own, the material of his disguise rubbing against your upper lip and the tip of your nose, giving enough friction to calm the storm.
It’s chaste and sweet much like he was trying to seduce you which had worked a little to well considering how dumb and weak you had gotten from one touch, one look.
Pulling away with a quick press of his lips, he looks hungrily downward, lips slightly red and lick from the sloppy snog. Still leaning one muscular arm against the wall just to the right above your head, he leans further into you, pressing all of his weight against your front.
That’s when you had felt it, thick and plump underneath his black cargo’s, he settled against your own slowly growing bulge, the continuous roll of his hips relieving the ache as you sigh, practically falling into his chest.
“Just one touch and yer’ dumb for me, for it, come on, show me what i’m missin’ sweetheart”
His hands wrap around your waist once he pulls away, just enough to softly throw you onto the sheets of your bed, his talented hands make quick work of your night shorts and boxers, his eagerness prevailing once they fall into a pool on the carpet.
You hiss when the cold air hits your now oversensitive tip which dripped copious amounts of pre, Frank noticed with a deep chuckle, strong hands pushing up your legs with no resistance as he settles on his knees, hot breath fanning against the back of your thighs.
He takes note of your pale pink hole, salivating at the thought of finally planting his face between the two pert globes you had offered up.
“There he is- fuck look at that”
He wouldn’t ever admit just how hard you had got him, you we’re pretty, a little to pretty, maybe ditzy and a little stupid for letting someone as dangerous as him touch you in ways that had you clutching at the sheets.
“Sir- I can’t, need you-“
Is all you could mutter passed pressed lips, it had been so long, to long since the last time you had gotten intimate with someone, this one took the cake, it was all kinds of strange, only taking note of features shown, the way his eyes had changed to a dark shade of lust, how his lips softly pressed dirty chaste kisses to the skin of your under thighs…why was this happening, you were suppose to help catch the bastard, not fall into bed with him.
“Say that again- wanna hear yer’ beg”
Each kiss led lower until he settled just above your hole, pressing two rough, sloppy kisses to the puckered skin surrounding it, he wanted to hear just how eager you were to finally have him, to finally allow him to dissect you like a butterfly, clip the wings and make you his own.
“Please- I need you, anything-“
He tuts before chuckling one more, the huff of hot breath settling over the coolness of your hole, without any thought, you sink back into the sheets before reaching for the top of his head, with a surge of confidence, you smush his face between your cheeks as he spreads them, feeling him smirk against you was everything, but the long lap, from balls, taint to hole was much more.
He had witnessed the case file you had on him, guessed you were some sort of lawyer working for murdock, it just fuelled his fire, his urge to take control, make you forget, make you understand that he is the man you should fear, but the man you should come running to, it had his dick jump with joy, you were easy but he liked that.
He lapped and lathed at your hole dirtily like some pornstar, eager to uncover the very thing he craved. You could feel the once more slobber roll down from his tongue to your balls, dripping onto the carpet below, shivering in his hold, you begin to push back, wiggling against his face as he noses at your wet clutch.
The tips of two fingers were present, pushing into you alongside his tongue like butter, no resistance, just pure admiration and pleasure, allowing the stranger to ruin your hole, lavish licks and darts of his tongue had you quivering around the intrusion, his fingers smashing in and outwards, scissoring them apart to prepare you for the oncoming assault.
“So easy, just wanna be used? Yer’ that hungry for me? yer’ been stalking me for months and here I am…using yer’ like a damn whore…what would Murdock and Co. think of yer’ spread out and whining for the biggest criminal in Hell’s Kitchen?”
You whimpered at the thought, almost driving you over the edge. He was vulgar and dirty with his words and his tone, deep and low, almost making you dizzy along side the third digit slipping inside, burying themselves to the knuckle making your cock jump.
He smirks against your hole before giving it a few final laps. He pulls them away, standing to glare down at your fucked out features.
“Somethin’ tells me yer’ like the sound of that hmm?”
You watch attentively as his fingers work to unclasp his belt, whipping it off. He unfastens the button, watching as his cargo’s pool around his ankles before kicking them off along with his boxers.
His cock slaps up into his abdomen with a sharp thud. You glare at it, taking it in, judging it harshly. He was big, big enough to leave an impression, he was girthy and long, thick from base to tip, his head an angry shade of red, his balls resting heavily between his thighs, the light shedding of hair framing the beauty.
“Don’t think yer’ gettin’ outta this boy, yer’ gonna take it like the pretty little thing yer’ are”
Peeling off his long sleeved t-shirt, you glaze amongst the muscles that bulged, his physique was godly, heavenly, everything that had your body spreading automatically to give him the space to slot between your legs, kneeling on the edge of the bed.
“Fuck- you look-“
Your words were slight encouragement to Frank as he dipped, still the Ski-mask stayed, secreting his identy, you could still kiss him, sloppy and rough. Whining into the kiss notified Frank of your eagerness, so much so, without warning he pressed the spongy head of his cock against your rim, practically asking for permission.
Breaking the kiss had you back to reality, but it was to late, you mumbled a sharp “yes” allowing him to enter, pushing into your sloppy, slick hole with resistance. You both moan in unison as Frank pushes the air out of your lungs, pushing each inch inward until he sheathed himself fully, now resting against you.
“Atta boy, all the way in with no complanin’, yer’ such a pretty boy ain’t yer’, taking me in all the way like a professional-“
You flutter against him as his arms throw your legs up, pushing them against your stomach giving him enough space to settle just above you, his lips kissing at your jaw, nibbling on the skin as he pulls out, pushing back in slowly to allow you to adjust.
How were you going to explain the current set of events to the law firm and two of the closest men to you, Matthew Murdock and Foggy Nelson, the intimacy of your thoughts only lead you to believe that this would put you at risk…of wanting more.
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Mob Rules | Mafia AU | Reader x ...everyone
Bucky and Steve have banned girlfriends in the gang, but they're not cruel, they know their crew works hard and needs to let off steam sometimes...and that's when your hard work starts.
Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, language and themes now and throughout this AU
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The room was completely silent. Each of the assembled crew around the table staring at Cap and Sarge.
You didn’t really want anyone else in the room, you had been quite happy, sprawled on the large blanket under the table, moving between your new masters in turn. You had been licking a long stripe up Bucky’s hard cock when the first knock sounded, jolting you from your soft state into one of panic.
Tucking himself away, Bucky had shouted ‘enter’ allowing a seeming herd of other people into the room.
Sensing your nervousness, Steve had placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip until you sucked the digit into your mouth, once more content to rest between them while they carried out their business.
“Is this real, or a trick?” The man’s voice was like thunder, loud but clear. You couldn’t tell who was talking yet, only seeing a series of shoes, combat boots and a few loafers, one pair of battered trainers…you closed your eyes, sucking harder on Steve’s thumb and focussing on the polished shoes in front of you, one brown pair, one black pair, Steve and Bucky, Sir and Sarge, that was all you needed to worry about.
“It’s not a trick, Thor.” Steve rolled his eyes, “we know we brought that rule in, no girlfriends.”
A disgruntled murmur ran around the room, none of the men willing to vocalise how frustrated and angry they’d been since.
Bucky slammed his palm onto the table and the room went quiet again, you jumped clinging to his calf, but remained where you were.
“We brought the rule in, now we’re fixing it, but only if you're polite.” He growled.
“C’mon out, Bambi.” Steve and Bucky pushed their chairs back and Steve held out a hand to you, the ring on his pinky finger flashing in the afternoon light.
Placing one hand slowly in front of the other you crawled out from underneath the table, one hand on Steve’s thigh, one on Bucky’s. The latter reached down, cupping your chin in his large, tattooed hand and pinched your cheeks.
“Good girl, now say hello to the crew.”
You turned, kneeling high enough that your head and shoulders peeked over the top of the walnut table, resting your chin on one hand you raised the other in a wave, “hello.” You whispered, nervously eyeing the array of men and women sitting around the long conference table.
You’d been worried ever since Cap’ and Sarge had informed you that your world would be expanding outside of their closed off penthouse, but now you felt that familiar throb of longing deep between your legs. They were handsome, your masters’ friends, so perhaps this wouldn’t be so awful after all.
Bucky tucked a palm under your elbow and helped you stand, your feet wobbly after your time spent kneeling at his feet. Your heels tipped you forward slightly and you crossed your arms behind your back to steady yourself, pushing your chest out at the same time. A collective intake of air rippled around the room and, you supposed, that was to be expected given your scanty attire.
Steve had wanted you to make a good impression and had chosen a soft pink babydoll with plenty of ribbons and bows. You certainly felt like a doll once they’d finished dressing you up but you loved it, loved that you didn’t have to make any decisions anymore. You let your wide eyes take in the room again, the hungry looks in everyone’s eyes.
“Bambi, the family -” Steve gestured to the assembled group, “family, Bambi.”
There was a chorus of replies, hellos and good mornings before the room went quiet again.
“Well, we don’t have much work to do today, so -” Bucky looked up at you, his hand on your hip protectively, “get to know everyone, okay. Take your time.” His smile was soft, but dropped from his face when he looked back at the rest of the family, “as for you, be polite.” Bucky glared around the room, “and remember to play nicely.”
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