#frank castle cabin
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teach me
pairing: frank castle x fem!reader
summary: you want frank to teach you self defense, but it doesn't quite go the way you expected.
warnings: swearing, some angst, mentions of guns, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
word count: 8.3k
a/n: what better way to end this year and start the new one than with our favorite hot bodyguard. don't ask me how many times I watched that scene with him and amy. it was for science. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
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“You’re being a dick.”
“Hey, you said you wanted to learn.”
“You’re still being a dick.”
“Yeah yeah, you ain’t gettin’ no sympathy from me, sweetheart. Now c’mon, try again.”
It was a good thing the cabin was isolated in the middle of the woods, because if anyone had been looking in the living room window at that very moment, they would’ve definitely called the police in horror. Frank had a gun in his right hand that was trained on you, and while he wore a neutral expression on his face, your brows were furrowed in pure annoyance and there was a faint scowl on your lips.
Letting out a huff of irritation, you kept your eyes focused on the gun in Frank’s hand, getting back into somewhat of a fighting stance again. Clenching your hands open and closed a few times, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip before you suddenly rushed forward in an endeavor to take the gun out of his hand.
But just like he had done the past seven times you tried this, Frank easily managed to block your attempt. He grabbed your wrist in his free hand and spun you around swiftly, pulling you back firmly against his chest while a deep chuckle sounded right next to your ear.
“That was real cute.”
Letting go of you, Frank took a step back and lightly pressed at the back of your knee with the heel of his boot, sending you down to your knees below him. He decided to take it a step further and used the toe of his boot to gently shove at your ass, causing your hands to fly out to catch yourself, rendering you on all fours in front of him. Turning to narrow your eyes at him over your shoulder, the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth let you know that was very intentional.
“You know, if you wanted me on my knees, all you had to do was ask.”
“That right?”
Grumbling a string of curses under your breath, you pushed yourself back up onto your feet and turned around to shoot a death glare in Frank’s direction. His plush lips instantly parted into a crooked grin while he looked at you, cocking his head to the side slightly while his eyes twinkled in amusement.
“Aw, what’s wrong baby, hm?”
“I already told you, you’re being a dick. You’re supposed to be teaching me-”
“Then why don’t you quit actin’ like you know everythin’ and start askin’ questions, yeah?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know what questions to ask? I asked you to teach me. Teach me means tell me what to do.”
“And when have you ever done what I told ya to?”
As you opened your mouth to protest, Frank arched one of his thick brows and shot you a pointed look, and your rebuttal quickly died on your tongue. You did have a history of ignoring his instructions completely and doing whatever you wanted anyway. With that in mind, you let out a deep exhale through your nose and crossed your arms over your chest.
“Okay, that’s…fair. But this is completely out of my area of expertise. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never even held a gun until four days ago. And for the record, when it comes to something serious, I do listen to you. This is serious, and I’m listening.”
Originally when you asked Frank to teach you self defense with a gun, he was completely against it. He made the argument that with him around, you wouldn’t have to worry about that, to which you reminded him of the incident where two people tried to kill you in your own home where you had nothing to protect yourself with and no knowledge of how to in the first place.
The two of you went back and forth about it for at least an hour. He made the case that it was a one time incident that would never happen again, and argued that nothing was ever going to happen to you in the first place anyway because he showed up to take care of it. You argued back that Frank wouldn’t be by your side twenty-four seven anymore and would eventually be assigned to someone else, possibly taking him far away for extended periods of time.
In the end, you wore him down like you usually did until he gave in and you got your way.
Frank took in the impatient and stubborn expression covering your features, the one he had become all too familiar with and grown to adore. You were a force to be reckoned with when you wanted something, just as much as he was. Even though he didn’t want you to ever have a reason to use a gun, he would rather know you were safe and could handle yourself in his absence if it came down to it.
“Alright, alright. Wipe that pout off your face and c’mere.”
Doing your best to conceal your tiny smile of victory, you went to stand in front of Frank, but he held his large hand out to stop you and motioned for you to move back a little.
“Keep your distance, okay? You don’t wanna be too close. Now, step one.”
Frank reached out to grab your wrist and brought your hand up towards the barrel of the gun, placing his large hand on top of your own and squeezing gently to signal for you to grab onto it. Once he felt your tight grip on the barrel, he slid his hand over to grab onto your forearm and pushed against it, which caused the gun in his right hand to shift directions. It was no longer aimed at you, but pointed at the wall to your left.
“You wanna take the gun offline, yeah? Look.”
Glancing up at him briefly, you nodded to show him that you were paying attention. When he pulled your arm back in the position it was before, aiming the gun at you once again, you quickly redirected your focus back to his large hands. To reiterate what he was trying to explain to you, Frank repeated his demonstration two more times to make sure you understood.
“Offline, right? Offline, right? And push hard, as hard as you can.”
While Frank’s eyes were locked on you as he demonstrated the first step, you were studying his movements, committing every detail to memory. It seemed simple enough in theory so far. Keep your distance, grab the barrel of the gun, and push it away from yourself hard. When he let go of your arm, you let go of the gun, and you looked up to see that Frank was already watching you.
“Show me.”
Without hesitating, you swiftly reached out to grab the barrel of the gun and forcefully pushed it to the left. Frank let you redirect it to a certain point, and then pushed back to hold the gun in place. His strength was something you couldn’t combat, and as you kept pushing at the barrel, his resistance made the gun almost wobble in your hands.
“Attagirl. Easy, easy. Relax.”
Frank reached out with his left hand and grabbed onto your wrist, gently squeezing it to steady your hand.
“Alright, now step two, you go for that wrist, yeah? You get control. Go.”
Immediately you reached out with your right hand to wrap your fingers around Frank’s wrist to grab onto it tightly. Giving a slight shake of his head, Frank pulled your hand off of his wrist and guided it underneath his wrist instead.
“Look, underneath, yeah? Underneath. Go for the joint. Joints are weakest.”
Everything Frank was showing you seemed so simple that it filled you with a false sense of confidence. With your right hand under his right wrist, you gripped onto the barrel tightly with your left hand and took a step back as you tried to tug it away, thinking it would spring loose. Frank let out a grunt of disapproval and pulled his right arm back, easily slipping the gun out of your grasp completely and causing you to stumble forward a bit. He had a somewhat stern look on his face as he wagged the gun in your direction twice.
“Easy, bang bang. Don’t ever pull a gun towards you. You push it away.”
Letting out a huff of annoyance as your previous overzealous confidence fizzled out, you looked up at Frank as he held his left hand out towards you to signal for you to stay in place. He wasn’t teasing you anymore like he had been earlier. This wasn't Frank that had made you strawberry pancakes and caressed your legs while they sat in his lap as the two of you shared breakfast this morning. This was Frank that nearly sent your ex to the morgue instead of prison. He was back in full protective bodyguard mode.
“Listen to me. Use your legs, get underneath, and twist. Don’t pull, twist. Yeah? C’mon, show me.”
Taking a deep breath, you gave a slight nod and went over the steps in your head. Grab the barrel of the gun, shove it away from yourself, slip your other hand under the wrist joint, and twist the gun away. Your lips faintly twitched as you silently recited the steps to yourself three times for good measure. Frank didn’t make a move to rush you. He kept his eyes on you and waited patiently until you were ready to give it a try.
Sucking in one more deep breath, your tongue darted out to wet your lips, and you sprung into action. Taking a quick step forward, you reached out to tightly grab the barrel of the gun with your left hand, and while you pushed it away to the left, you simultaneously slipped your right hand under Frank’s wrist. Twisting the barrel of the gun forcefully to the right caused Frank’s wrist to twist with it until he was forced to let go, and in that short window of weakness you were able to pull the gun out of his hand with a hard step backwards.
Glancing down at the gun in your hands, your eyes went wide with surprise and your mouth hung open as you let out an incredulous laugh.
“Holy shit, that actually worked!”
Frank held his hands up like you had just made a touchdown, and he started to clap as a proud tooth bearing grin stretched over his lips.
“Look at that, huh? Who got a gun, huh?”
Looking up at Frank, your lips parted into a huge grin of your own while you held it up like a trophy and spoke in a proud voice.
“I have a gun.”
“Attagirl. You’re goddamn right you do. You did good, sweetheart. Real good. Feels good, yeah?”
Biting down on your bottom lip, you let out a soft laugh while admiring the gun in your hands. Well, more so admiring the fact that you were able to actually take it from Frank. The only reason you felt comfortable holding the gun right now was because Frank had shown you the clip was empty before he started demonstrating the basics earlier.
Pointing a loaded gun at Steven had been different. You were blinded in a fit of rage, not thinking clearly, but deep down you knew there was no way you would have actually pulled the trigger. However if you had been level headed, you probably wouldn’t have taken it from Billy, even if he offered.
“Yeah…yeah it does.”
And it did feel good. It made you feel strong…less helpless. Frank was giving you back a sense of safety and security that had been stolen from you when you were first threatened by the Defenders of Freedom. Even if you never used this lesson, and you genuinely hoped you wouldn’t have to, you felt a surge of confidence knowing that you were at least capable of protecting yourself in some capacity.
“Okay, step three.”
A pinch of confusion settled between your brows as you looked up at Frank when he mentioned a third step, and you noticed that he wasn’t smiling anymore. A grim look had settled over his features that sent a chill of unease down your spine.
“You just took a gun off someone that wanted to use it on you. What d’you do.”
The delight of pride had disappeared from his face and was swiftly replaced by a shadow of severity that was now coveting his sharp features, and the elated grin that was on your own lips had slowly fallen from grace. It was a rhetorical question you both knew the answer to, but you hadn’t factored in a third step. It hadn’t even crossed your mind, and Frank could see that in your eyes.
“You use it on them. Don’t matter who they are, you do not hesitate. You got that?”
Looking down at the gun in your hands, the weight of it was suddenly too heavy in your palms. Step three was a reminder that step one and two weren’t just to boost your confidence in protecting yourself; they were steps to defend yourself. Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head in silent understanding.
“Good. Show me.”
Frank’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. It wasn’t a command, but it wasn’t a suggestion either. Placing both of your hands on the gun the way he had shown you to properly hold it, you took a deep breath, slowly raising it to aim in Frank’s direction. You weren’t sure if it was the fact that he knew the clip was empty, or that this most likely wasn’t the first time he had stared down the barrel of a gun, but he looked completely unphased. The canvas of his face was expressionless, but his eyes were what you had learned to read. Only right now, you couldn’t understand what they were trying to tell you.
The gun trembled slightly in your grasp, as if every cell in your body knew exactly how wrong it felt to point a gun at Frank, loaded or not. The self defense lesson you wanted for a possible yet highly improbable scenario had quickly become too heavy and realistic, and you were quickly regretting even asking for it.
“Show me.”
“I’m not doing that-”
“It ain’t loaded-”
“Frank, I don’t want to-”
“What’d I say, huh? I don’t care who it is, you do not hesitate. Ever. Now, show me you understand.”
Frank’s tone was a little more forceful, but the volume of it was still even and somewhat soft. You knew there were no repercussions if you didn’t pull the trigger. He had learned early on that he couldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to, and you trusted him enough to know that he would never try to force you. Frank never demanded anything of you, he always asked.
But you had asked for this, and he wanted you to follow through with it.
Clenching your jaw, you let out a shaky exhale through your nose, and you slowly squeezed the trigger like he had taught you to yesterday when you were out in the woods using cans as target practice. The click that sounded caused you to flinch, and it seemed to echo loudly in the living room. Frank on the other hand didn’t visibly react to it at all.
Without another word, you placed the gun down onto the coffee table a little too forcefully and headed towards the back door, wanting to put as much distance between it and yourself as possible. Frank caught your wrist before you could get too far and gently tugged you back towards himself.
“Hey-”
“I’m going for a walk.”
“No, you ain’t. You ain’t runnin’ away, you’re gonna stay here and talk to me. We ain’t doin’ that not communicatin’ shit. Why are you upset?”
“I told you I didn’t want to do that-”
“You asked me to teach you. I said no, but you kept on beggin’. What did you think this was gonna be, huh? You think you get a gun off someone, and it ends there? No. As soon as you get control and take it, you use it. No negotiatin’, no questionin’ it, you do it-”
“And what if I can’t, Frank?”
The distress in your voice made him pause and clench his jaw. He could see that you were visibly upset, and for a moment he wondered if he was being too hard on you. You said it yourself, this was not your area of expertise. It was his. Frank had years of professional training under his belt. Pulling a trigger was something he didn’t even have to think twice about. It was an automatic response. The aftermath of what followed didn’t even make him bat an eye. There were always casualties in war.
But you weren’t a soldier, and having to actually pull the trigger on someone would be something that haunted you for the rest of your life if it came down to it.
Letting out a deep exhale through his large nose, Frank stepped forward and wrapped one of his arms around your waist to pull you into his embrace while using his other hand to slip his fingers gently into your hair to brush it back before cradling your face in his right hand.
“Listen to me. If it comes down to you, or someone else, you do whatever you gotta do to save yourself, you got that?”
The rational part of your brain knew that Frank was right. If you had taken a gun from Cavella or Walker, you would’ve had to shoot them. There’s no way they wouldn’t have missed the opportunity to kill you if they had it. But the emotional part of your brain was struggling to figure out if you could handle the consequences of taking someone’s life, justified or not. Frank could see the internal conflict in your eyes, and he lightly brushed the calloused pad of his thumb along your cheekbone as the rough timbre of his voice broke the tense silence.
“Hey, no one’s sayin’ you gotta shoot ‘em point blank, alright? I’ve seen your aim, and it ain’t all that great anyway. You’d be lucky to scare ‘em off with firin’ a terrible shot just so you could get away.”
Rolling your eyes at his comment, you let out a dry laugh. As much as you wanted to be annoyed, he was right. You were terrible. You didn’t hit a single can yesterday, even at close range. You did manage to scare the shit out of some crows in a tree though.
“You are such an ass.”
The edge of Frank’s mouth twitched up into a light smirk while giving your waist a gentle squeeze.
“And you’re cute thinkin’ you could actually do some damage. I know a blind guy that can hit targets better than you. Look, you gotta stop gettin’ upset ‘bout things that might not even happen, alright? If it ever comes down to it, remember that you’re the one controllin’ the gun, yeah? It ain’t controllin’ you. Wherever you aim, the bullet’s gonna go. You can shoot ‘em in the leg, foot, shoulder, hell shoot ‘em in the dick for all I care. That’ll keep ‘em down for a while. You just promise me you’ll pull that trigger. You get ‘em down however you want, and then you get the hell outta there. That’s all you gotta do, yeah?”
Frank dipped his head to catch your eyes, staring intently into them. Letting out a deep breath, you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded while placing your hands on Frank’s biceps. You could do that. Injuring someone just to get away was a lot more manageable for your conscience. Frank lightly grasped your jaw in his large hand, his bottom three fingers wrapping around your throat while his index finger and thumb held your jaw. He tipped your head back so that you had no choice but to look up at him.
“Lemme hear you say it.”
Staring up into his warm brown eyes, you gazed up at him silently for a moment before speaking.
“No hesitating. I promise.”
“Attagirl. C’mere.”
Frank leaned in to capture your lips in a soft and sweet kiss. Sometimes it amazed you how easily he was able to talk you down from the ledge. Frank was a man of few words, but he somehow always knew exactly which ones to say to ease whatever anxieties were weighing on your mind. And the distraction of his plush lips against yours also certainly helped.
Ever since the other night by the fireplace, every kiss between the two of you that started out soft and sweet had a way of evolving into something more passionate and insatiable. Maybe it was the months of denying your feelings for one another, or maybe there was just some magnetic pull between your souls, but whatever it was, neither of you could get enough.
Before you could even register that you were moving, Frank was lifting you up by your hips and setting you down on the dining table, his hungry kisses leaving a searing path along your jawline and down the column of your neck.
“Did good today, sweetheart. Did real goddamn good, made me so proud.”
Frank’s gravely songs of praise in your ear only further ignited the flame of desire that was burning in your lower belly. Despite the warmth of his large palm touching your bare skin as he slipped it underneath your shirt to caress your lower back, a shiver teasingly tumbled down your spine from the contact.
“I had a good teacher.”
“Nah, I think you’re just a natural, baby.”
“I thought I had terrible aim?”
“Didn’t say you were perfect. Everybody’s got their strengths and weaknesses.”
A soft laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you could feel the rumble of Frank’s deep chuckle vibrating in his chest that was pressed against yours.
“Wow, you really know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Castle.”
Frank pulled back slightly to look down at you, his eyes traveling over your figure to drink in the sight of you sitting on the edge of the dining table before they slowly wandered back up to meet your gaze. He arched one of his thick brows as a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Yours are currently danglin’, sweetheart.”
Before you could retort with a smartass comment of your own, Frank’s mouth was back on your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin. Feeling his tongue gliding along your collarbone and giving it a delectable love bite, you closed your eyes and let your head fall back, granting Frank all the access he wanted to your skin.
The feeling of his lips on your neck was so heavenly you almost didn’t notice that he had popped the button on your jeans and tugged down your zipper until he was lifting you up slightly with one arm around your waist and pulling the denim down your hips with his free hand. As soon as your jeans were completely off, your own hands were reaching for Frank’s belt buckle, but he grasped your wrists and halted your attempt. A soft noise of protest quickly slipped past your lips.
“Frank-”
“Shh shh shh. Spread your legs for me, baby.”
A rush of heat pooled in your cheeks at his request, but you obliged immediately. Frank leaned in to kiss you deeply, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip and nipping at it softly while his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your panties and slipped them off too slowly for your liking. The sudden contact of the crisp autumn air coming in through the open windows hitting your slicked folds had you gasping, and Frank used that to his advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth to caress your own sensually.
“Spread ‘em wider for me, sweetheart. C’mon.”
Frank’s deep voice was quiet, but it nestled in your ears as comfortably as it did between your thighs. He pulled you a little more towards the edge of the dining table, and when you spread your legs further for him, he sank down to his knees in front of you and let out a low groan of appreciation at the sight waiting for him.
“Attagirl, that’s it. God, look at you. You should see how fuckin’ pretty you look right now, baby.”
His large hands gripped onto your soft thighs, kneading and squeezing your flesh with his thick fingers. Frank didn’t waste a second before diving into your cunt face first. As soon as his warm and wet tongue began to strum your clit like chords to his favorite song, your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. He brought your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his face so deep into your core, you weren’t sure how he was breathing.
Your hand quickly found a fistful of his slightly grown out hair that you gripped onto to steady yourself, and when you gave it an experimental tug, the vibration of his groan against your clit had your thighs trembling more than any toy you had ever gotten for yourself before.
“Fuck…Frank…”
Frank let out a loud grunt as he pulled back for just a moment to stare at your glistening pussy almost in awe, his hooded eyes briefly meeting your own for a second before focusing back on the display of your desire for him.
“Taste so good sweetheart, so fuckin’ good. You got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
He dove right back in, this time slipping his tongue inside of you to explore while using his large nose to bump against your clit repeatedly. The stimulation had your back arching off the dining table and a loud moan echoed throughout the cabin. Tugging harder at his dark roots, you pushed your hips up against his face, desperately and greedily searching for more. None of your exes had ever eaten you out like this before. Most of them didn’t even know what the fuck they were doing, and the rest gave up after a few minutes because it “took too long”, but still expected you to suck them off until your jaw ached.
But Frank…God, Frank knew what he was doing. His thick fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, following your hips wherever they went. The groans that continued to vibrate against your clit not only turned you on because of their stimulation, but because you could tell that Frank was genuinely enjoying eating your pussy. The fact that he was getting just as much pleasure out of it as you were had you on the brink of an orgasm alone. Frank had a way of making every experience feel brand new, and it made you realize just how much you had been missing out on in your previous relationships.
That familiar bubbly feeling was building up inside of you, cresting slowly like a tidal wave ready to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting beach. Your breaths were coming out in short staccato variations, and at this point you were roughy tugging at Frank’s hair with both hands while essentially fucking his face. Not that he seemed to mind at all. If anything, it just seemed to make him more feral.
“Yesyesyesyes…please-fuck, Frank…I…I…”
Frank pulled you even closer towards the edge of the dining table to where your ass was basically hanging off of it, and the jolt of his large palm smacking against your ass was the only indication you got that he understood what you were trying to tell him.
You thought you had more time, but your climax suddenly crashed into you without further warning, and your hips were stuttering as Frank continued his incessant assault on your pussy with his tongue. It seemed like he didn’t want to let a drop of your essence go to waste, and while you appreciated his enthusiasm, the way he was flicking his tongue rapidly against your overstimulated clit was riding that very thin line between pain and pleasure, and you were weakly shoving at his broad shoulders.
“Okay okay okay…Frank…fuck, please! Just…give me a second, God-”
Frank dragged his tongue up your entire pussy from your entrance to your clit one last time before granting you mercy with a low growl. While you panted heavily laying back against the dining room table, he was pressing featherlight kisses to each of your inner thighs, but due to your body feeling like a live wire, they felt like faint shocks that had your body jolting every time his wet lips met your heated skin. He chuckled deeply watching you respond to his touch.
“You alright there, sweetheart?”
Lifting your hand, you gave him a weak thumbs up, and Frank just laughed even louder in amusement at that. The sound of his laughter combined with your own blissed out post orgasm state had a lazy grin stretching over your lips. You felt his large and rough hands slipping underneath your shirt, gently caressing your bare skin and grabbing your waist while he leaned over you, kissing your lips deeply. The taste of your own sweet tang on Frank’s tongue had your head spinning, and a soft hum sounded in the back of your throat. Even though you were still recovering from your first ever oral orgasm, the feeling of Frank’s hard cock straining against his jeans and rubbing against your inner thigh reignited your greed.
Brushing your hand slowly down his chest, you palmed him firmly through his jeans, and Frank let out a grunt while pushing himself further against your hand. He broke the kiss momentarily to nuzzle his large nose against your throat.
“If ya need a minute-”
“No. Now.”
While you unfastened his belt in record time, Frank placed his hands on the table on either side of your head and pulled back to look down at you with a soft chuckle at your impatience. He lightly cocked his head to the side, his brown eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over you shamelessly. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and a crooked smirk caressed his mouth.
“Anybody ever tell you what an impatient lil thing you are?”
A smirk of your own tugged across your lips while you slipped your hand into his jeans, stroking his thick cock through his briefs, earning a quiet grunt from Frank.
“Apart from you every day since we met? Maybe a few other people. Is my lack of patience really what you wanna talk about right now, big guy?”
The sultry tone of your voice did not go unnoticed by Frank, and in fact, it only made his cock swell even more in your welcoming hand. He slowly moved his hips back and forth as you teasingly stroked him and leaned down closer towards you, nuzzling his nose along your throat before whispering huskily into your ear.
“Got somethin’ better in mind.”
By the time Frank had carried you down the hall to the master bedroom, the two of you had left a trail of forgotten items of clothing strewn like breadcrumbs along the path from the kitchen. He let you push him back against the mattress and grabbed your hips to pull you on top of him, his lips moving in sync with your own, but when you felt the swollen head of his cock bump against your clit, you suddenly pressed your palms firmly against his chest and pulled back while breaking the kiss.
“Wait.”
Frank immediately paused, loosening his grip on your hips, his lust clouded eyes clearing a bit while searching your own and wandering over your figure for the source of the problem.
“What? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
The concern in his rough timbre combined with the worry in his soft brown eyes made your heart melt. A gentle smile covered your lips while you reached out to delicately hold his strong jaw in your hands, and you leaned in to kiss his lips softly.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t think it’s fair you get to have all the fun.”
Frank’s apprehension morphed into confusion, and a few creases nestled between his thick brows.
“Huh?”
Letting out a soft laugh at how adorable he looked when he was confused, you decided to explain with actions instead of words. When you moved backwards off his lap to settle between his legs, Frank raised himself up on his elbows, following you with his eyes as he watched you intently.
“What are you-holy shit.”
Frank’s jaw went slack the second you leaned in and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it once before beginning to take a few inches into your mouth. Placing one of your hands on his left hip, you teasingly moved your lips up his length until he was out of your mouth with a satisfying pop. Pursing your lips, you let a string of glistening saliva slowly drop onto his tip and used your free hand to spread it down the rest of his thick cock for lubrication, and after wrapping your fingers around his girth, you began to twist your wrist up and down slowly.
You could feel how tense he was through your hold on his hip. Glancing up at him through your lashes, you noticed that he was staring directly at you, completely mesmerized, and was gripping onto the sheets so tightly you thought he might rip them. Moving your hand from his hip, you reached out to caress his hand, and he slowly loosened his grip, his knuckles no longer stark white. His plush lips were parted, and he was breathing hard, his thick brows knit in complete focus. You allowed him to slip out of your mouth for just a moment to smile softly up at Frank.
“Just relax.”
The sweet sound of your voice seemed to reach his ears, and after a few more moments of hesitation, Frank finally laid back against the mattress and let his head rest on the pillows. He moved the hand that was underneath yours to grab your wrist, turning your hand over so he could slot his fingers between yours to hold it. His other hand slowly came over to card his fingers through your hair before cradling the back of your head. Giving his hand that you were holding a light squeeze, you continued to hold eye contact with Frank while slowly sucking him off, using your hand that was around his base to work over what wouldn’t fit in your mouth.
The sound of his quiet grunts and low moans sent a thrill through you, and you wanted to know just how vocal he could get. Letting go of his hand, you placed both of your palms firmly on his hips and relaxed your jaw completely, taking his entire cock into your mouth until his tip hit the back of your throat. A guttural groan ripped from the depth of his chest and his lower abdomen instantly tensed up as he gripped onto your hair.
“Goddamn-fuck…fuck, sweetheart. Do…do that again. Please…please baby, do it again.”
Taking in a deep inhale through your nose, you prepared yourself to deepthroat Frank’s thick cock again, and this time you held him there until your eyes started to water. He let out a louder moan of your name, and that caused the throbbing between your thighs to evolve from dull to downright unbearable. You thought about sneaking your hand downwards to get a little relief, but Frank had been so unselfish when he ate you out, only focused on your pleasure, and he deserved that same treatment.
All of a sudden, Frank roughly tugged at your hair, and that made you moan around his cock. You heard him let out a quiet fuck under his breath in response. He gave your hair another tug to get your attention, and his cock slipped from your lips as you licked them and tried to catch your breath while staring at him, noticing that he had sat up.
“C’mere.”
He didn’t give you a chance to protest before he grabbed your throat and pulled you in close to kiss you fervently. Frank’s large and rough hands grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap again, and you let out a soft whine against his lips when the head of his cock rubbed against your sensitive clit.
“Frank, I didn’t get to finish-”
“As much as I’d love to come down that pretty throat, I need ya baby. Need ya now.”
Grabbing the base of his cock, Frank positioned himself perfectly with your entrance and pulled you down slowly, letting you feel every single inch of him. Your mouth hung open at the sensation, and your body instantly tensed up. You thought Frank had been deep the other night, but he was reaching an even greater depth inside of you right now if that was possible. There was a slight burn as your walls stretched to accommodate his size, but your brain barely even registered it, because Frank was slipping his tongue into your mouth and kissing you sensually as if he wanted to steal the very essence of life from your lungs.
Once he was fully nestled deep inside of you, a high pitched cry left your mouth, and he wrapped his arm around your waist tightly.
“Shh…s’alright. Just relax for me, sweetheart.”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you clung to Frank as he wrapped both of his strong arms around your waist and held you tightly against his chest. Both of you sat there for a moment, your foreheads pressed together as you panted. He rubbed his large calloused hand up and down your spine soothingly, his teeth grazing along your ear lobe and biting down gently to distract you from any discomfort. Slowly, the tension in your body melted, and you gave an experimental roll of your hips that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“That’s it…attagirl. Take your time, sweetheart. M’right here. I got you.”
This felt right. It felt…perfect. Those three little words almost slipped out right there. Grabbing onto the back of his neck, you pulled Frank in for a passionate kiss, trying to pour every ounce of emotion you felt into it. He groaned quietly against your lips when your nails lightly scratched at the back of his head where his hair was shaved closely to his scalp. Moving your hips in slow circles, you grinded down onto Frank’s cock, and he flexed his hips upwards to match your rhythm. The other night by the fireplace had been the best experience of your life, but this…this was something you couldn’t put into words.
Placing your palms against Frank’s firm chest, you pressed lightly and he followed your silent instructions, allowing you to push him onto his back. His large hands gripped firmly onto your hips as he gazed up at you, and you kept your palms flat on his chest while slowly riding his cock. Neither of you could tear your eyes away from each other. The feeling of his warm hands leisurely moving up your bare skin made you shiver, and a soft gasp left your lips when he groped your breasts and squeezed gently. The calloused pad of his thumb gingerly brushing over your peaked nipple had you arching your back, pressing your chest further into his eager hands.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
The sincerity in Frank’s vulnerable whisper nearly brought tears to your eyes. He wasn’t saying it because he thought it was what you wanted to hear, he was saying it because he felt it, and he was making you feel it too. The way he was staring up at you like you were the only thing that mattered had your heart swelling inside your ribcage like a balloon about to burst. It had been a long time since you mattered to someone, and you felt lucky it was Frank. The look in his eyes was almost too much to handle.
Letting your head fall back, you closed your eyes for a moment as you writhed on top of Frank, getting completely lost in how good it felt to be connected to him in such a raw and intimate way. One of his hands traveled up from your breast towards your throat, and he wrapped his fingers tightly around it almost entirely, forcing you to face him again. He pulled you down over him so that your forehead was pressed to his, and the two of you stared deeply into each other's eyes.
“Frank-”
“I wanna see you. Wanna see those pretty eyes when you come for me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
Being this close to him, you noticed for the first time that there were scattered flecks of honey in his deep brown eyes. They looked so warm and inviting, like two melted pools of chocolate you wanted to drown in. The eyes that could say so much with a single look. You thought you could see it…that flicker that he felt it too. You wanted to tell him so fucking badly, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment, and the way he was hitting that spongy spot inside of you that could cause supernovas to appear behind your eyelids was making it hard for you to speak at all.
Holding his face in your hand, your eyes drifted back and forth between his own as you stared down at him in complete devotion, your lips parted as you nodded your head frantically while short and breathy moans escaped you. Frank’s eyes were focused solely on you, one of his hands holding the back of your head while his other remained around your throat. It was getting harder and harder for you to keep your eyes open, but you didn’t want to miss a single second of this moment.
It was also getting harder and harder to not voice the sentiment that was overflowing from your ribcage.
“Frank…I…I-”
Frank cut off your words by capturing your lips in a heated kiss. The softness of his lips against yours, the heat of his bare skin pressed to your own, his thick fingers wrapped around your neck and tangled in your hair, his pubic bone rubbing just right against your clit…it was all too much. Breaking the kiss, you buried your face into the crook of his neck and let out a sharp cry of his name. Your nails raked harshly down his chest when your climax finally peaked, and a white hot cloud of hedonistic desire blinded your vision.
Your entire body seized up, and you could faintly hear Frank whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he gripped your hips and repeatedly thrust up into you, fucking you through your orgasm while barreling towards his own. The sensation of that alone was enough to nearly send you free falling into another. The intensity of your orgasm had rendered you an incoherent and moaning mess. Frank dug his fingers roughly into the flesh of your hips and came with a deep grunt that nearly sounded like a growl, letting out a loud groan of your name.
The room felt like a sauna. Your face felt overheated, and your hair was stuck to your cheeks and the back of your neck with sweat. Frank had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, hugging you against his chest. The feeling of his strong heartbeat thundering against your own chest kept you anchored to the moment while your body trembled with aftershocks. You couldn’t move, and you didn’t want to.
As soon as Frank made a move to sit up and pull out of you, a desperate and high pitched whine of protest fell from your lips while you gripped onto his shoulder and dug your nails into the muscle.
“No no no no no, please…don’t move.”
Frank instantly stilled, bringing one of his hands up to brush the sweaty hair stuck to your forehead and neck away. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead and gave your body a gentle squeeze in his strong arms.
“Okay, we don’t gotta move yet.”
Letting out a soft sigh of relief, you buried your face further into Frank’s neck, letting the comforting scent of his cologne calm you. He gently carded his thick fingers through your hair and kept holding you tightly to his chest while resting his head against your own.
“I just wanna stay like this for a while.”
“We can stay like this as long as you want, sweetheart.”
When you started to regain your senses, you started to wonder just how true that statement was.
How long could you and Frank stay like this before reality came knocking?
Your home wouldn’t always be a crime scene. Eventually the two of you would have to go back to work. Now that everything had changed between the two of you, what would a new normal look like? Frank’s job required him to be with someone constantly. What happens when he gets assigned to someone else? What if it’s another woman? Even though Frank was broody and unapproachable initially, you had still found him attractive, and all the time you spent together over the past few months led you right here to this moment.
What if that happened with someone else? What if the next woman he was assigned to found him just as attractive? What if she wanted him? You and Frank hadn’t really established what this was between the two of you. Were you together? Did he want to be together? Would he still want to be together if the next woman was prettier and less stubborn and actually-
“Quit it.”
The sound of his deep voice breaking through the silence interrupted your spiraling.
“What?”
“Whatever you’re overthinkin’ right now, let it go.”
Removing your face from the crook of Frank’s neck, you pulled back slightly to peer down at him in pure curiosity.
“How do you even-”
“I can practically hear the gears turnin’ in your head, sweetheart. You keep thinkin’ so hard, smoke’s gonna start comin’ out of your ears.”
Giving him a pointed look expressing you weren’t amused, he let out a quiet chuckle and gently brushed the calloused pad of his thumb along your cheekbone.
“C’mon, you ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout right now. Just relax, yeah?”
Letting out a soft sigh, you nodded and laid your head back against Frank’s shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his neck as he hugged onto you tightly. For a while, you two laid there wrapped up in one another, and you were able to let some of your anxieties go. The afterglow of your shared euphoria was peaceful, and you could’ve even fallen asleep at that moment, but something Frank said earlier suddenly popped back into your head.
“Hey Frank?”
“Hm?”
“Do you really know a blind guy that has a good aim with guns?”
Frank let out a quiet snicker at your question.
“He don’t use guns. He’s too…Catholic.”
That did nothing to answer your question and only fueled you with more inquiries.
“But…you said he could hit targets better than I could.”
Frank simply grunted in response. You stayed silent waiting for further explanation, but when one didn’t come, you continued your questions.
“How?”
“Hell if I know.”
Sitting up a little bit again, you stared down at Frank in complete puzzlement.
“But…he’s blind. That doesn’t make any sense.”
“No it don’t.”
“So…he’s-”
“An asshole. Go to sleep.”
Letting out a soft laugh, your eyes widened slightly as you gently smacked his chest.
“Frank!”
“What? Cause he’s blind he can’t be an asshole?”
“Well…no. But…how does he do it?”
“You’ll have to ask ‘em yourself.”
“I thought Billy was your only friend.”
Frank pulled a look of faux offense at that, his thick brows knit as he let out a puff of air through his lips.
“Ouch. I got other friends, smartass. And I never said he was one. He’s more of a pain in my ass.”
Frank gently pinched your ass which made you squeal before erupting into a fit of laughter.
“Hey!”
A huge grin split across your lips as he suddenly flipped you both over, managing to keep himself nestled inside of you while he pinned you beneath his large body. As he leaned in to kiss your lips, you brought your index finger up and pressed it against his mouth.
“I’m not done. I have more questions.”
“Course you do.”
“I wanna know who this mystery blind man is with good aim, and your other friends that you suddenly have that you’ve kept from me. While you’re at it, is there anything else you’re hiding, Castle?”
While your question was intended to be teasing, a dark look flashed across Frank’s eyes, and it made your breath hitch in your throat. He stared down at you silently for a moment, and it made you wonder just how much more there was to Frank that you hadn’t uncovered yet. As soon as you removed your finger from his lips, Frank leaned in closer, caging you in with his large hands on either side of your head. As he loomed over you, he slowly thrust his hips against your own, pulling a sharp gasp from your chest. His breath was warm against your lips while he nuzzled his large nose along your own, his rough voice coming out in a husky whisper.
“Think I liked you better when the only thing you could say was my name, sweetheart.”
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Be My Baby
Summary: Frank takes you on a weekend trip to his cabin after you have a rough week at work. Your first stop? The enormous bathtub with enough room for soooo many activities.
Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
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a/n: hello! i'm back! my personal life is still a wreck but i missed writing for frank. this is probably the most self indulgent fic i've ever written lol it is quite literally the most ooey-gooey romantic plot before the softest smut imaginable. what can i say? i'm a hoe for soft frank. enjoy & thank you to the nonnie that requested something similar to this!
warnings: softest smut imaginable, fluff to the max, 'i'm an asshole to everyone except you' trope, a teensy little bit of crybaby reader if you squint, frank would burn the world for reader, reader is sOoOoO in love with frank (who isn't??), they're both a little wrapped up in each other's world and don't give a shit about what's happening outside of them type of vibes, pet names, etc.
From what you had seen, Frank’s cabin was cozy and warm, but since your arrival half an hour ago, you’d only had the luxury of soaking in the tub while Frank took care of unloading the car. He’d insisted on doing it alone, claiming his girl shouldn’t have to lift a finger for anything, and honestly after the week you’d had, you were temporarily glad he was as stubborn as a mule. You were sure that sentiment would fade the next time you were feeling bratty, but for now, you tried your best to relax and forget what an awful week it had been at work.
The heat of the bath water sent a wave of goosebumps down your spine, enticing a low groan from your lips. Sinking further into the water, you realized just how big the tub was. It stretched at least six feet across and was almost deep enough to stand, clearly a custom made feature of the cabin. You supposed Frank probably needs the room, being as large a man as he is. Still, it felt like you were in a luxurious hot tub, rather than a regular bathtub.
“There’s a button to turn on the jets if you want ‘em.”
Frank’s gentle voice carried across the bathroom, startling you from your relaxed state. You hadn’t even heard him come in. You turned, eyeing his powerful figure as he made his way toward you and sat on the edge of the tub. It was easy to get lost in the way he moved, and you tried your best to not stare at the muscles straining against the black longsleeve he was wearing.
“You okay?” He asked, reaching out to softly run his knuckles along the curve of your damp cheek. He was always gentle with you, but the desire to take care of you was even more present in his eyes than usual. It really had been a shitty week.
“This place is amazing.” You said in awe, turning your face away to hide your grin. His hand, already knowing what you were trying to do, softly gripped your jaw and turned it back to face him.
“You barely saw the place.” He chuckled.
“Whose fault is that?” You raised an eyebrow at him and sat up, fully exposing your bare chest to him. His eyes briefly flicked down to your nipples, hardening as the cool air touched them, before returning his gaze upwards. “Get in. There’s plenty of room for both of us.”
He nodded and stood, but began walking in the opposite direction of the bath. You furrowed your brow, watching him tug his shirt off and throw it on the counter. When he saw your expression, he grinned.
“Hang on. I brought something for you.”
“What do you mean?” You called after him, but he was already moving again.
He disappeared through the doorway, generating even more confusion, before returning with an assembly of things tucked under his arms. You watched as he worked his way around the room, placing various objects here and there until finally he flicked off the lights and turned to face you again.
The room was now aglow with flickering candle light, coating Frank’s looming figure in a warm haze. He’d gone for mostly unscented, knowing how strong smells could give you headaches, but had left in a few lavender candles because he knew how much it relaxed you. He also managed to sneak an entire bottle of champagne into the car without you noticing, of which he was pouring into two flutes. You blinked back tears as he handed you your glass, unable to express how warm your chest felt at the effort he was putting in to make you feel better.
“Frank.” You murmured, smiling bashfully, “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
“‘s what you deserve.” He shrugged, stepping out of the rest of his clothes.
He sank into the tub next to you, tugging your body against his in a swift motion. He sat with his back against the edge, allowing you to easily settle your knees on either side of his thighs, facing him in the dim room. You sat just a little taller than him at this angle - chest pressed against his warm skin, arms resting on his broad shoulders - and God, he looked divine. The drive had taken a few hours, just long enough for the stubble to return to his cheeks after this morning’s shave, giving him a rugged look that you thought was just so handsome. You were unable to resist the temptation of running your nails over it in a soft scratch, eliciting a groan from deep in Frank’s chest. The rumble reverberated through your chest as you pressed yourself fully against him, seeking more of his affection. He tugged your head down onto his shoulder and began running his fingers along the base of your neck in a soothing pattern.
“You never answered my question earlier.” He murmured, resting his jaw against your head. “You okay, sweet girl?”
You sighed, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment as you mulled over your feelings. You were a sensitive soul to begin with, and your boss had been on edge all morning when he finally snapped at you for something you had no control over, which ultimately had you tearing up for the rest of the day. When you’d walked through the door crying, Frank’s eyes flashed violently between anger at your boss and sympathy for you. The sympathy had won, and now you were in a beautiful cabin in upstate New York, wrapped in his strong arms. Still, you weren’t sure how you were going to deal with your boss’ temper when you returned to work on Monday.
“I don’t know,” you finally replied, shrugging, “Can you ask me again later?”
You felt his cheeks widen into a small grin. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Don’t think I won’t.” He teased, calling you on your avoidant tendencies before you could even notice them yourself.
“How long have you had this place?” You wondered, nuzzling into his heated skin.
“I bought it a few months after Maria and the kids.” He said softly, almost whispering when he had to relay his wife’s name aloud. “Thought maybe I was done with the city. Change can be good, ya’ know?”
“But you came back.” You lifted your head from his shoulder so you could look him in the eyes.
“But I came back.” He parroted, nodding. “And then I met you.”
“And you stayed.” You finished for him.
“Of course I stayed. Couldn’t leave you behind, sweet girl. ‘ve been sweet on you since the day I met you.”
This was true. From the moment you’d met, he’d been nothing but gentle and kind toward you. You had no idea, of course, that this type of behavior was incredibly far away from Frank Castle’s usual attitude until you’d met Matt Murdock, who was so shocked at Frank’s subdued personality and general softness around you that Frank had to physically close Matt’s gaping jaw for him.
“But you never sold the place?” You questioned.
“I figured we might need somewhere to run away to every once in a while. Are you mad that I didn’t tell you about it before today? I wanted it to be a surprise.”
For a moment, he looked genuinely worried that he might’ve upset you.
“How could I be mad when I’m sitting in this enormous tub, surrounded by candles and champagne, pressed up against the man of my dreams?”
He smiled then, and you could tell it was a genuine smile because of the way his cheeks dimpled at the corner of his laugh lines. It was an award winning smile, you thought. You gently set the empty champagne glasses on the edge of the tub before cupping his cheeks in your hands.
“My Frankie,” you mumbled, running your thumbs across his cheekbones, “What would I do without you?”
You really hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but every time you looked at him, you felt yourself being pulled closer and closer to him. His compassion and kindness toward you, even after everything he’d been through, was something you couldn’t avoid leaning into. All your life you’d been taking care of others, and finally, here was someone begging to take care of you.
“You don’t have to worry about that, okay? ’m here to stay.” He mumbled, bringing the pads of your fingertips to his lips for individual, soft kisses. “I love you, and ‘m gonna take care of you forever.”
Tears welled in your eyes as an overwhelming rush of emotion passed over you. In your arms was a man that should’ve been bitter and angry at the world around him. He had earned the right to become spiteful and hardened, and no one could fault him for that. And yet - and yet - in your arms was a man that loved you with his entire being. Who understood you at your core, saw the dark parts of you, and loved those parts even more. Who was soft for no one but you. Who you loved, too.
A tear slid down your cheek as you kissed him, long and slow and sensual because you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and never let go. He smiled into the kiss, cradling your head with his beautiful, calloused hands. It wasn’t enough. You needed his gentle touch everywhere. Pressing yourself against him, you felt yourself sliding along his achingly hard cock, raising the already warm temperature in the room to searing. Heat pulsed between your legs, begging to be touched.
“My pretty girl,” he mumbled against your lips, kissing the corner of your mouth before following the curve of your jawline to your neck, “My pretty, sensitive girl.”
The praise made your head swim. You rocked your hips again, sliding along his length until you were hovering directly over him, waiting for the go ahead to sink down. He grunted, pressing open mouthed kisses up your throat before coaxing your hips lower and lower. You gasped when he finally pushed into you, and Frank took the opportunity to lick the inside of your gaping mouth as he did so. You shuttered against him, wanting everything he had to offer and more.
“P-please, Frankie.” You murmured, arching your back as he bucked his hips upwards.
“Please what, sweetheart?” He breathed, wrapping one of his enormous hands around the back of your head, forcing you to look down at him as you rode him. His other arm was wrapped around your torso, tugging your hips forward and back to stimulate your clit against the base of his cock. It was such an erotic way to be held that you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. He leaned his head against your forehead and kissed the tears that made their way down your flushed skin. “Tell me, sweet girl.”
“I l-love you.” You purred, stuttering as he made his way down your body, kissing everywhere he could reach. When he got to your pebbled nipples, you sucked in a sharp breath. He knew exactly how to get you off, and he was staring right at them.
“I love you too, pretty girl.” He grinned and pressed a chaste kiss to each of your nipples, eliciting a pornographic moan from deep in your chest.
He continued to push and pull your hips in a steady rhythm, grinding your clit against his pelvis as you bounced up and down his length. Slowly, in a teasing manner that had a new wave of fresh, needy tears streaming down your cheeks, he leaned forward and circled his tongue around the sensitive nub. You whined with impatience as he pulled away, only to offer the same kitten lick to your other breast. You knew he would take care of you like he always did, but his teasing was making your entire body tremble with anticipation.
“I know, I know,” he cooed, kissing the valley between your breasts, “‘t’s okay, baby. Be patient. I’ll take care of you.”
You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a mewl. You felt the hand Frank had been using to hold your head steady loosen its grip, and suddenly, he was softly wiping the tears away from under your eyes with his thumbs.
“You’re doing so good for me, bunny.” He murmured, and you very nearly came at the pet name he loved to praise you with. “‘m gonna make you feel real good, okay?”
“Please,” you begged, digging your fingers into his shoulders, “Need you.”
That was all it took for Frank to finally snap. In one swift motion, he wrapped his lips around your breast and began to run his tongue across your sensitive nipple. His hand traveled from cradling your cheek to rubbing small, sloppy circles around your pulsing clit. You keened, overcome with so much pleasure that you felt your entire body trembling against Frank’s.
The bathroom was big enough for your soft moans to echo, and other than the sloshing of the bath water, that was the sound Frank heard as you came apart on top of him. Your head was spinning as the heat in your gut finally found its release, uncoiling in waves of overwhelming pleasure that sent you reeling.
“That’s it,” he breathed, “Just like that, pretty girl. You’re so good for me, baby.”
His fingers hadn’t stopped circling your clit. You were quickly growing overstimulated and conflicted, wanting nothing more than to keep riding him while also needing to get away from his dexterous and sinful fingers. He watched you for a moment, in awe - the way your lips parted every time a moan slipped out of your mouth, the heaving of your chest as your heart rate tried and failed to return to normal, the intense trembling of your limbs every time he circled your clit. He wasn’t worthy. He knew that. He didn’t care. He’d take care of you for as long as you’d let him, and he’d enjoy every second of it.
“F-Frankie,” you stuttered in between heaving breaths, “I can’t- I’m- It’s sensitive.”
“Shh, sh, sh, sh, I know, baby. I know,” he cooed, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and up your neck, “Can you give me one more, bunny? Be good and give me one more.”
You shuttered against him, resting your forehead against his and breathing out a sultry whine. He continued his onslaught of kisses along your jawline, following the upward curve of your chin until his lips were on yours again. His agile tongue swept into your mouth mid-moan, sending heat into your already molten core.
“Wanna feel you come around me again, baby.” He groaned and tightened his hold around your torso, sweeping his tongue along your bottom lip before capturing your mouth in his again.
He had brought you to the brink again already. You squeezed around him, earning a rare groan from Frank. The usually stoic and quiet man let out another sinful moan when you arched your back and squeezed again. He was as close as you were to the edge, and God, the tension was palpable.
Finally, in a moment of pure bliss, he nipped at your bottom lip and let out a soft, barely there whimper, which sent you careening off the edge and into oblivion. You could feel yourself clenching around him as you came, but your head had been sent straight to a euphoric haze. Your heart thundered in your chest as Frank wrapped his arms around your torso and held you tight against his chest, coming inside your sensitive, throbbing pussy.
You’d both worked yourselves into a haze, high off each other’s touch. The comedown was gentle and warm - soft caresses of each other’s skin, chaste kisses pressed to collarbones and fingertips, thundering heartbeats slowing in unison. The bath water was surprisingly still warm, and you couldn’t help but nuzzle into Frank’s chest with languorous, droopy eyes.
“You okay?” He asked, running his fingers up the length of your spine.
You nodded into his chest, sighing. “I’m perfect.”
“‘m glad.” He responded, kissing your forehead lightly. “‘m sorry you had such a rough week.”
“I’m not.” You giggled, glancing around at the luxurious bathtub you were in. “This place is like a dream.”
He held you tighter against him, resting his chin on your head before responding.
“You don’t know the half of it, pretty girl.”
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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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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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Sunonyoreface Complete Masterlist
Hi there! Thanks for taking the time to read my work! I’ll update this list from time to time, however it might be a little outdated. Some of these stories are quite old, but I thought I would still link them here because I like to see how far I’ve come as a writer.
Simon Riley
One cot: One Shot
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt1/apyh4v558lea
He Knows: Ongoing (short pause to catch up on school)
Pt 1:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt1/acbakysobbi1
Pt 2:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-2/0zii65im5wb5
Pt 3:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-3/01g855wtqncg
Pt 4:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-5/5l0te54wyz9e
Pt 5:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-5/x4x77sa7y020
Pt 6:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-6/ihub6bnz7k0x
Pt 7:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-8/q6wbbd8u17yr
Pt 8:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-8/nzkmyxliq3mg
Pt 9:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-9/3r592jukxvcr
Pt 10:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-10/a981kubohvep
Pt 11:
Pt 13:
Pt 14:
Pt 15:
Pt 16:
Pt 17:
Pt 18:
Pt 19:
Pt 20:
Pt 21:
Pt 22:
Pt 23:
Pt 24:
Pt 25: (last part?)
Jimmy Keene
Routine Examinations: On Pause
Pt 1:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt2-jimmy-keene-black/vfixsjm97wc7
Pt 2:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt2-jimmy-keene-black/vwgwyu10byto
Pt 3:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt3-jimmy-keene-black/kesyzt2xfis8
Pt 4:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt5-jimmy-keene-black/fgbmog3v4ktb
Pt 5:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt5-jimmy-keene-black/m3nzftzdug1l
Pt 6:
Deleted. I felt it was wrong writing about a real serial killer. Sorry if it leaves a few holes in the plot.
Pt 7:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt7-jimmy-keene-black/by0nu4l46icf
Frank Castle
A week At the Cabin (can be read individually) Completed
Pt 1:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/frank-castle-a-week-at-the-cabin-pt-1/h84dpwzx7c4a
Pt 2:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/frank-castle-a-week-at-the-cabin-pt-2-cold/ha74ehl83tdk
Anton Chigurh
Anton Chigurh (never named this series because it was meant to be a one shot) Completed
Pt 1:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine/4yjpvkpxht1e
Pt 2:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-2/1ij7imw7lyrr
Pt 3:
https://www.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/677772790317891584/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt3?source=share
Pt 4:
https://www.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/678500466506743808/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-4?source=share
Pt 5:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/tw-implied-violence-anton-whose-house-is/ioenm4shth53
Pt 6:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/hello-this-ones-a-long-one-tw-violence-in-the/quz202meqbzt
Pt 7:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-7/2iaqqc9bq0t4
Pt 8:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-8/2nskjawrw7r4
Pt 9:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-9/h3gwpeaynw3u
Pt 10:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-10/9es5tc1d6jmg
Pt 11:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/tw-use-of-a-shaving-razor-we-stay-in-the-hotel/godpsf8xt1cn
Pt 12:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-pt-12/sjyfityi4sk6
Pt 13:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-13/oift2uvtfvai
Pt 14:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-14/4q3439w9c3vh
Geralt of Rivia
Forest Nymph - Discontinued
Pt 1:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt-1-hi-this-is-my/uyemvqruo6h4
Pt 2:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt2/ksqxrghf1un1
Pt 3:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt3-hello-thank/s7ko6042rgzi
Pt 4:
https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt4/a0avzvk8jqmv
Pt 5:
https://www.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/614885191476969472/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt5?source=share
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Fall Drabbles, Day 7
prompt: flannel
pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader
summary: Frank loves that you wear his clothes but would rather you stay warm when you're not feeling well.
warnings: swearing, brief non-graphic descriptions of illness, fluff
a/n: I keep warning for swearing but I don't even think these all have swearing lol. Anyways, another one in the Lumberjack!Frank AU!
w/c: <1k
Treading up the hill through the snow, Frank hefted the pile of freshly split logs to the top of the existing stack, except for the handful he carried under his arm and into the cabin. Kicking off his boots, he carefully placed two new logs into the dying fire, stirring the embers before replacing the screen as quietly as he could.
The house was dark, quiet—lacking the life that you usually brought to it. That was what he expected tonight, though. He'd been out later than usual, a cacophony of nightmares and intrusive thoughts plaguing his mind as he hacked into tree after tree. Combined with the fact that you were feeling under the weather, he was glad to come home to a silent house and a diminishing fire rather than an exhausted, yet awake, girlfriend.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, he plopped down on the sofa, snatching his current read from the end table as he sat. As he made his way through a few chapters, the growing heat from the flames pushed the chill from his aging bones. Shifting onto his side, a soft padding caught his attention. You shuffled out from his bedroom, rubbing your eyes with a yawn.
“Hiya, sleepyhead.” Frank murmured, catching you as you collapsed into his lap. “How're ya feelin'?“
Giving a half-hearted shrug, you nestled in against him. ”Little better.“ Your poor voice was scratchy and quiet as a mouse. He was overcome with the urge to whisk you back into the bedroom and bundle you up tightly—especially when he registered that your outfit was only a flannel shirt.
”Hmm, ya don't sound too good. Ain't ya chilly, sweetheart?“ He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing one hand over your exposed thigh in an attempt to warm you up.
Nodding against his neck, you shuddered. Frowning, Frank pressed a kiss to your head. “Why don't we get ya somethin' better to wear? Ya look adorable in my shirt, doll, but it ain't the warmest choice.”
Making a mournful noise of protest, you wrapped the soft fabric tightly around yourself. “I like it. It's soft, like you.”
Frank chuckled at the unique description of himself, hand still stroking your bare leg. “A'right, let's get ya some pants, at least.”
Gently setting you on your feet, Frank's heart swelled with a protective affection when you shyly took his hand as he led you to the bedroom. You looked so small in his massive shirt, arms completely dwarfed by the plaid sleeves
Finding his softest pair of sweats, he held them up. “How 'bout these?”
At your sleepy yet affirmative nod, he gestured for you to sit before slipping the pants over your legs. Tying the string tightly to prevent the oversized fabric from falling down, Frank perched next to you, holding you upright as a coughing fit bent you at the waist.
“Christ, doll, you ok?” In lieu of a response, you sighed roughly and let him put an arm around your sagging shoulders. “Why don't I make ya somethin’ hot to drink before we both get some rest?”
“Yes please.” You whispered, hoarsely. Kissing your cheek tenderly, Frank stood up and made for the door—only to be pulled back by your weak grip.
“Can I come?” Your voice cracked around the request and he winced as his own throat ached in sympathy.
“If you want to, darlin’,” He nodded, grasping your waist to help you off the bed.
Once in the kitchen, Frank got to work. Grabbing a lemon, some honey, and a bottle of whiskey from the pantry, he pulled you flush against him as the water started to boil—tucking your unusually warm head under his chin and drawing circles over your back.
Grimacing at the shrill whistle from the teapot, you withdrew from his comforting embrace, giving an insincere smile when he showed you the silly mug he’d set aside.
Frank made quick work of the task at hand, whipping up the hot toddy with ease and passing it to you. “Careful, darlin’, it’s hot.”
Nodding blearily, you gratefully accepted the mug, pulling it to your flannel-covered chest with a small sigh of relief. “Thank you.” You murmured, blowing on the liquid before taking a few small sips. Humming appreciatively, you closed your eyes.
“Anytime, babydoll.”
#frank castle#the punisher#frank castle x reader#frank castle x you#frank castle fanfiction#frank castle imagine#frank castle x female reader#the punisher x reader#the punisher imagine#punisher#nmcu#the punisher netflix#my writing#fc#fall prompts 2023
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Got a Frank Castle request. How about a little vacation with him. A cabin by the lake and a campfire with marshmallows .
Out Of Mind
Pairing: Frank Castle/F!Reader
Summary: You finally managed to persuade Frank to take a break with you. He happened to know the perfect place.
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: Um.... yeah, none. Teensy bit of swearing. Mentions of violence?? Maybe?? Pretty much straight fluff. This was so calming to write.
A/N: I really enjoyed making this one! There wasn't as much stress about it being enjoyable because it's all stuff I'm used to. Somehow it turned into a sort of angstless hurt/comfort. Don't ask how, I've got no idea. Let me know what you think! XOXO.
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"Are you sure this is the right spot?" you asked, looking out your window at the sea of orange leaves around you.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Frank promised. "But we'll have to walk a little while to get to the lake."
He hopped out of the driver's side and walked around to the back of the truck to gather your things. You sighed, standing up and stretching to prepare yourself for the last part of your journey.
"How much is a little while?" you wondered, knowing Frank's tendency to be vague about not-so-ideal situations.
"'Bout two miles. It's not that bad," he answered nonchalantly, throwing a leg over the side of the truck bed. Your eyes shot open wide, and you let out a surprised laugh. You were pretty good about walking long distances from growing up in the city, but you weren't looking forward to dragging your bags for half an hour through a damp, rocky forest.
"Why are we parking two miles away from the lake?"
"So if someone comes looking for us," Frank replied, lowering your favorite duffel bag into your arms, "we can hide without them knowing immediately that we're there."
"No one's gonna come looking for us," you assured him. "Everyone thinks you're dead, remember?"
"I'm just trying to keep us safe, sweetheart. You never know what could happen."
The two of you were standing on the side of an old dirt road, your truck tucked behind a cluster of large trees to keep it hidden from view. Looking around, you saw there wasn't a path, clearing, or bike trail in sight. Evidently, Frank was determined to do everything the hard way.
You couldn't really complain, though. You were on your first vacation with the love of your life, and you were planning to enjoy every single moment of it. You expected Frank to hand you another bag, but he just leaned in to kiss your forehead before arranging the other three on his body and starting off into the forest. You followed close behind, allowing him to clear the way of vines and thorns before stepping carefully after him.
After eighteen months spent staring at and studying the gorgeous figure and mannerisms of the man in front of you, you had learned a few things about him. Because of this, you could tell that Frank was a bit upset about something. He seemed tense, and he was ripping at the twigs and spiderwebs more aggressively than was necessary, almost like he was trying to work out some unwanted feelings. It took you a moment to decide how to approach the subject. He wasn't exactly known for being super open about his emotions.
"Is there something bothering you?" you asked offhandedly.
Frank stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you, his head cocked to the side and his forehead scrunched in confusion. He seemed amused by your attempt at casualness.
"Why do you ask?" he responded, ripping up a dead branch that had been in your way.
"I don't know. I just thought you looked a little nervous."
He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again as he decided against it. He stood there thinking for a while, but right when you thought he might give you an answer, he turned away from you and kept on walking without saying anything. The two of you continued on like that for what seemed like hours, just making your way to the lake in silence. You thought that was the end of that conversation, but after shredding a few more twigs, he finally spoke.
"I guess I just don't have the greatest track record with things like this," he admitted.
"Like what? Vacations?" you asked hesitantly, afraid he might go silent again. Thankfully, he seemed ready to talk whatever was upsetting him.
"Yeah? I guess so," he began. "I think I'm just kinda on edge because, uh, whenever I let my guard down or try to be happy. . . things tend to go wrong." He sounded like he was figuring it out for himself as he spoke, as if he was telling both of you instead of just you.
Hearing this, you sped up to stand beside him and grabbed onto his arm. He let you, but he didn't look over at you like he usually did. You knew from past experiences that Frank wasn't the biggest fan of feeling vulnerable.
"Nothing's gonna go wrong this time. I promise," you said, leaning in close to him.
"I appreciate that, baby, but you can't possibly know what's gonna happen," he mumbled.
You couldn't exactly argue with that. There were tons of things that could go wrong when you were in the middle of nowhere. You could only be as careful as possible and put all your energy into making sure Frank enjoyed this trip as much as you were planning to. Suddenly, you were struck with an idea.
"Why don't you list all the things you think could happen while we're out here, and I'll tell you all the reasons why they won't," you suggested, smiling brightly at him.
He took a moment to consider your proposition, but you could tell he was on board. You were hoping you could turn this into a game of sorts that you could play whenever one of you was worried about something.
"Alright," he decided. "One of us could. . . trip over a rock." It was a rather tame first suggestion, so you brushed it off pretty easily. You knew he wasn't actually worried about rocks. He was just testing the waters.
"We've got, like, four first-aid kits and we know how to catch ourselves. I don't think that'll be an issue," you teased. You saw his lips quirk up on one side. Your master plan was working.
"Okay. Someone could find us and try to kill us." That was definitely more what he was worried about. It was certainly a valid fear, but you were still determined to help him let go of it until you returned to your normal lives.
"It's very unlikely that someone's actively trying to find either of us right now," you reasoned. "We've been really good at laying low; you especially. Even if someone accidentally stumbled upon us, they probably wouldn't try to kill us because they wouldn't know who you were. Even if they figured it out and attacked you, there's a ninety-five percent chance that you'd win. Need I go on?"
It would take more than that to completely comfort him, but it was easy to see you were making progress.
"I think you're okay," he said, shifting his arm so yours were linked together. You looked up to see him thinking intently about something that he very obviously found entertaining.
"What is it?" you pried, smiling back on instinct. You couldn't help it. Everything about Frank's happiness was contagious to you. He could be laughing at the goddamn apocalypse and you'd still be laughing with him.
"You really think I'd lose to five percent of the population?"
You scoffed, bumping into him playfully. "I don't know, I was just throwing out a random number. It's probably more like ninety-nine," you amended. "Besides, if you're that confident in your abilities, then why are you worried about losing?"
"If focusing on the one percent is what keeps you safe, then that's what I'm gonna do," he asserted.
"Well you're welcome to, just not this week. You chose this place specifically because it was safe. You know you're allowed to feel safe, don't you?"
"Yeah, I know. I guess that's just not as easy as it sounds," Frank joked pessimistically.
"Well, we're gonna keep working on it. Anything else you think could go wrong?"
"We could drop all our bags in the lake."
The two of you kept playing for a long while, walking arm-in-arm through the fallen leaves, enjoying the crisp early-autumn air. As time went on and you ran out of ideas, the suggestions and rebuttals grew increasingly more outlandish until you were both cracking up, all your previous concerns forgotten about. Just when your shoulder was beginning to ache from the weight slung over it, you heard the soft sound of moving water in the distance. As you got closer to the sound, the air began to smell like lake water, which would have been unpleasant had it not carried so much nostalgia with it.
"It should be right over here," Frank announced as soon as the shimmering waves came into view. Sure enough, just barely visible in the distance, hidden in the shadows cast by the setting sun, was the silhouette of a small, cozy log cabin.
"This place is incredible," you marveled, excitedly hopping up the front steps. You stepped to the side, looking around the front porch as you waited for Frank to dig the key out of his pocket and unlock the door.
"My dad and some friends of his built this place in their early thirties. This was their special spot growing up and they wanted to preserve it in some way," he recounted, twisting the key as hard as he could until he managed to open it with a hard shove and a loud creak.
The inside was just as quaint and inviting as the outside, despite the dust and cobwebs that had formed after years of disuse. It was obvious what you'd be spending your first evening doing. Thankfully, you'd anticipated this, and had packed a whole gallon-sized bag full of old rags and cleaning spray. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a convenient broom propped up against the wall. That certainly wasn't the only thing you noticed though.
On the wall opposite you, directly across from the front door, there was a stone fireplace that fit in nicely with the wooden interior. In front of the fireplace, there was a soft red and orange rug with dusty pillows strewn across it that were clearly meant to be sat on. On one side of the room, there was a tall oak table with a simplistic design and four matching chairs around it. There were a few windows in the cabin, positioned in a way that told you they would light up the whole room in the early morning. For the night, there were candles literally everywhere, some in elegant holders, others tossed haphazardly on their sides. On the other side of the room, there was a door leading to a teeny little bedroom with nothing but a queen sized bed, a small nightstand, and a dark wooden dresser on the wall. With a little love, you knew it would be the perfect place for you two to relax away from all the noise and danger of the city.
"So. . . what do you think?" Frank asked, taking in your awestruck expression.
"I absolutely love it," you told him, dropping your bag and turning around to pull him into a giant hug. "And I love you. So much," you added, kissing him sweetly before pulling away to start unpacking.
Frank whistled, taking in the state of the place after sitting empty for so long. "I guess we'd better get to work, huh?" he sighed.
"The sooner we start, the sooner we'll be finished."
And so you worked until the sun finished its descent, dusting furniture, fluffing pillows, scrubbing windows, sweeping floors, taking snack breaks, and changing sheets until you were finally finished. Now, it was definitely perfect.
"It looks just like it used to when I was a kid," Frank reminisced, inspecting the various trinkets scattered across the mantel.
"Sounds like we did a good job then," you grinned.
"I'd say so too," he said, spinning you around and pulling you close to him. "What would you like to do now?" he asked.
"Hmm..." You thought for a moment, considering all your options. Suddenly, you remembered something you had seen on your way up to the door. "Do you wanna start a fire?" you suggested, beaming.
"That sounds nice, baby."
"Yay! You go ahead and get it going. I'll grab the blankets and marshmallows," you directed.
"You packed marshmallows?" Frank teased lightly.
"Well, it wouldn't be a camping trip without them!"
When you made it outside, you found Frank crouched over the cleared out firepit, lighting a stick on fire and using it to create several little flames throughout the pile. The pit was dug into the ground with a circle of large rocks surrounding it for people to sit on. Once you got the fire going, you and Frank shared the largest stone, wrapped up together in a cozy blanket and carefully toasting your marshmallows to perfection.
Well, not really to perfection. You both had yours catch on fire several times before you figured out the right technique. You never quite got yours exactly how you wanted it, but Frank was toasting masterpieces before too long. It didn't bother you though, because he always gave you his best ones.
The warmth of the fire and the body next to you had you feeling sleepy after a while, and you began nodding off with your head on Frank's shoulder. The comforting smell of the shifting leaves and the curling smoke created an atmosphere that you never wanted to escape. You were truly free of all the stress of your everyday-life. Every responsibility, every problem, every tough decision; they were all officially out of sight, out of mind.
"I think this is gonna be the best week of my life," you mumbled, melting into his strong embrace.
"Me too, baby. Me too," he whispered.
After a long moment, the silence became heavier and the dying fire got somehow louder. You knew there was something else he wanted to say, and you waited for it patiently.
"I thought of another worst-case-scenario," he said at last, rubbing your arm gently.
"What's that?"
"You could leave me." You turned your head to kiss his shoulder lovingly.
"Never."
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A/N: Not my best work but I kinda like it! Anyway, thanks for reading!<3
#jon bernthal#frank castle#frank castle smut#frank castle x reader#jon bernthal smut#jon bernthal x reader#frank castle fanfiction#punisher
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MOVIE/TV - 2023 FIC RECS
this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨
ALFRED PENNYWORTH X F!READER
— Dance With Me by @tarrenterror25
You and Alfred move things to a more private area.
— On Display by @viceofdionysus
When Alfred finds you getting carried away on a video call, he asks you to put on a show for him.
— The Gentleman by @stargirlfics
Two chance encounters turn into something quite unexpected the longer you spend around a certain Englishman
— Thoughts No One Asked For But My Mind Had No Mouth And Must Scream by @/tarrenterror
Alfred Pennyworth x Vampire!F!Reader
— When the Night is Over by @/tarrenterror
After the flood, Dulce looks to do her part to help Gotham heal and hopes to bring change to the city.
— When We Met, I Felt My Life Begin by @/tarrenterror
You and Alfred are both trying to organize a special Valentine’s day for each other, but nothing seems to be going quite right! Luckily, young master Bruce is around to help you two get everything in order!
BRUCE WAYNE X F!READER
— Iron by @/stargirlfics
Battinson + pussy eating
BUCKY BARNES X F!READER
— Anamnesis by @fluffyprettykitty
Transforming to a werewolf for what seems to be the first time with a familiar yet strange man by your side.
CAPRICORN X F!READER
— Take Me Home by @/tarrenterror
You are the second eldest daughter to the Adderhead and not yet married off by some miracle. This leaves room for a budding romance with a certain fire-raiser. The two of you must keep it secret lest your tyrant of a father find out.
DAVID ROBEY X F!READER
— The Devil Makes Us Sin by @tarabyte3
Your life isn't perfect, and you don't enjoy moonlighting as a camgirl for so many repulsive men, but you need the money and at least it's yours. You're getting by just fine. You're content. At least you thought you were. Then you get a strange text message. And you aren't sure if you're horrified or intrigued.
DRUIG X F!READER
— Calling by @redheadspark
You and Druig were meant to be together, and Druig gives you a place to call home because of that.
FRANK CASTLE X F!READER
— Saturday by @/fluffyprettykitty
Instantiable night session with Frank.
JAVI G X GN! READER
— Creation of the Heart by @0celesteisthebest0
Javi comforting you with bouts of insecurity
JAVIER PEÑA X F!READER
— Little Black Dress by @inklore
“you know how good you look in this dress? can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come.“ or the one where javi fingers you against a desk at a work conference.
JIM HOPPER X F!READER
— Heatwave by @/viceofdionysus
When Hawkins loses power during a heatwave, Jim does the neighborly thing and invites the pretty librarian out to his cabin on a private lake. But as they try to cool down, things only seem to heat up between them.
MARCUS MORENO X F!READER
— The Dinner by @frannyzooey
Missy invites you home for the weekend, unaware that you’ve actually been sleeping with her father since the semester started.
MATT MURDOCK X F!READER
— Cadence by @she-likesorchids
You're a barista living in New York, but you create erotic audios and sell subscriptions to make extra money. Matt has found a new outlet for his sexual frustration, and it's your voice. What happens when a chance meeting at your coffee shop threatens to blow both of your covers?
OBERYN MARTELL X F!READER
— Breath of Life by @/moonlight-prose
punctured by the arrow of cupid, oberyn is suddenly infatuated with you. you…the very breath in his lungs, the clouds in his sky, the reason the sun shone down on his home. he was in love and yet you couldn’t have felt more different.
PERO TOVAR X F!READER
— Menuet by @psychedelic-ink
you decide to take a swim in a lake that is deep in the middle of the forest. during your swim, pero finds you, and he’s not happy that you went out alone during a full moon.
PETER PARKER X F!READER
— Approach Shift by @psithurista
Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.
— Dial Tones by @spiderispunk
Peter gets a much-needed distraction after studying all night.
— Fragments of Tomorrow by @/psychedelic-ink
After a massive ecological disaster, the world is overrun by mutated flora and fauna, along with infected humans that sprout vines and flowers. Nature itself has turned against humanity, and you thought Peter would be by your side. That Spider-Man would protect you and those close to you—you never thought you’d be wrong in both aspects. But now he’s back, and you don’t know how to react.
SANTA (HARBOUR) CLAUS X F!READER
— All is Bright by @lavenderursa
Your husband has a rather bad yet exciting day at work which leads to an unexpected reunion and a much needed reminder of the Christmas spirit.
—Joyful Night by @cinewhore
You comfort your husband after his Christmas night run.
SER BARRISTAN SELMY X F!READER
— Sometimes, Love is not Enough. by @sermormonts
Your knight of the Kingsguard: sworn to celibacy since he took the whitecloak at age three and twenty, bursting to prove all he knows of passion: not from song or script writ in stained pages, but from the glassy, heady ache you’ve etched into his chest—a heart kept dormant for decades.
STEPHEN GRANT X F!READER
— Love's Train by @moonlight-prose
a box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and the floor.
— To Be Loved by @/moonlight-prose
“you didn’t intend to give up your heart - believing that you could remain one person without severing yourself in two.”
ULYSSES KLAUE X F!READER
— Bringin' Home the Rain by @the-eyes-of-andyserkis
You're no stranger to taking risks, in fact you prefer the unknown, however when you happen to cross paths with a certain black market arms dealer you find it uncharacteristically difficult to find your balance. (aka "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.")
— Danger Starts the Sharp Incline by @citrus-moonlight
At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.
— I Always Find My Way Back To You by @/tarrenterror
You can always count on Ulysses to return to you, but lately you find yourself wanting more. The new dangers in the world don't make the life of an arms dealer any easier and any day could be his last. Running away and living off the grid with the man you love is the dream. Does he share your feelings and can he be convinced to live a life with you?
— Please Hold… by @/tarrenterror
Klaue is not opposed to mixing business with pleasure.
— Salvation is a Deep Dark Well by @/citrus-moonlight
Memories and fresh desires are intertwined now and you think you might go mad from the waiting, but all you can do is try to keep yourself busy as you count down to Klaue’s return.
— Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right by @/the-eyes-of-andy-serkis
After a particularly rough flight you’re suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, buyou end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.
— Woven by @/citrus-moonlight
As winter begins to settle in, the darkening days are unexpected brightened when you end up with the chance to spend a little more time with Ulysses Klaue.
if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕
#so many faves on this list - you are all incredible 💕#fan fic recs#fic recs#2023 fave fics#please support these creators!#hopper x reader#alfred pennyworth x reader#ulysses klaue x reader#stephen grant x reader#peter parker x reader
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The Holiday Bingo Card is Complete!!!!
Here is what we have coming up!
26th Nov: Saint Michael - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank returns something important to you - BINGO SQUARE: GIFT EXCHANGE
1st Dec: Montana - Cowboy!Terry Bruno x Reader - Terry doesn't expect to receieve a holiday card from you. BINGO SQUARE: HOLIDAY CARDS
2nd Dec: Better - Bobby Goren x Reader - You're trapped in a car with a broken heater in the middle of winter. BINGO SQUARE: SHARING A SCARF
3rd Dec: Look After You - Johnny 'Coco' Cruz x Reader - Coco takes care of you when your struck down with a cold. BINGO SQUARE: COLD/FLU SEASON
8th Dec: Black Satin (NSFW) - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop finds a surprise when he's helping you with the holiday gifts. BINGO SQUARE: HOLIDAY SHOPPING
10th Dec: Home Alone (NSFW) - Priest!Joe x Reader - Joe doesn't expect a guest this Christmas. BINGO SQUARE: SPENDING CHRISTMAS ALONE
11th Dec: Candy Cane - Chibs x Reader - You turn out to be a distraction whilst gift wrapping. BINGO SQUARE: FLANNEL PJS
13th Dec: Heaven in Hiding - Mike Duarte x Reader - You find Mike hiding out during the holiday party. BINGO SQUARE: WORK HOLIDAY PARTY
15th Dec: End of the Line - Hank Loza x Reader - You and Hank make a realisation about your relationship. BINGO SQUARE: HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
16th Dec: Gingerbread - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop comforts you when you discover your limitations. BINGO SQUARE: BAKING
19th Dec: Snow - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop asks you a question that's been on his mind recently. BINGO SQUARE: PLAYING IN THE SNOW
20th Dec: The Fight Before Christmas - Sam Abrams x Reader - Sam and get into a fight after he discovers you've been keeping a secret from him. BINGO SQUARE: THE FIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
23rd Dec: Traditions - Angel Reyes x Reader - Angel goes overboard on Valeria's first Christmas. BINGO SQUARE: DECORATIONS
24th Dec: Special Delivery - Tig Trager x Reader - Tig's babymoon doesn't go as planned. BINGO SQUARE: WINTER CABIN
26th Dec: Hot Chocolate - Alden Parker x Reader - Alden and you discuss what happened a few nights ago. BINGO SQUARE: FIRST SNOW
27th Dec: This is the Year - Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader - Juice takes his new years resolution very seriously. BINGO SQUARE: RESOLUTION
28th Dec: LakeTahoe!Series Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Manny x Reader - You meet Manny in a lodge in Lake Tahoe. - Companion piece to End of the Line. BINGO SQUARE: SLEDDING
31st Dec: Fireworks - Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Taza discovers why Ben hates New Year's. BINGO SQUARE: NEW YEARS
2nd Jan: BlackIce!Series Part One: Black Ice - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank returns home after hearing about your accident. BINGO SQUARE: ICE
7th Jan: Mount Shasta (NSFW) - Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Ben surprises Taza with a trip away. BINGO SQUARE: BLIZZARD/SNOWED IN
#taza romero#Manny x reader#frank castle x reader#juice ortiz x reader#alden parker x reader#tig trager x reader#chibs telford x reader#mike duarte x reader#joe velasco x reader#terry bruno x reader#bishop losa x reader#angel reyes x reader#sam abrams x reader#hank loza x reader#bobby goren x reader#coco cruz x reader
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UNBOUNDED | PART 5
Frank Castle x F!Reader
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 2,7k
Summary: Rope play with Frank. That's it.
Content/Warnings: explicit, bdsm, dom!frank, rope play, bj's, ball sucking, orgasm control, orgasm denial.
A/N: For reference, Frank ties reader in a rope dress if you wanna search it up beforehand. You can also find the source I used as inspiration in the ao3 chapter.
– Links: Read Below or at AO3. You can also check out the series masterpost on tumblr.
Part 5: Shibari
As promised, Frank takes you on a little gateway a week after your last punishment. He wakes you up way earlier than you’d want to with bags already packed and loaded in his truck, and the smell of toast of coffee that he brings you to bed on a tray.
He’s excited to show you the beautiful place he’s picked for your stance in the mountains – a small cabin close to town surrounded by a stunning snowy scenery on a cold winter day. It’s exactly what you expected of Frank. He knows you too well and loves you even more that he plans the whole thing by himself just to surprise you.
After your arrival, you take it slow, go on a stroll to enjoy the sights, get some groceries in town, and visit the local café and other stores in the vicinity. Before it starts snowing again, you get back to the cabin and make the best out of your well-deserved mini vacation with him.
At nighttime, the unfamiliar space, smell, and temperature of the cabin make you a little nervous, and excited to see what Frank has in storage for you. Admittedly, you've never felt as safe as you do when you're in Frank's playroom, so trying this in someone else's space intimidates you a little.
You've already kicked it up a notch by wearing your master's leather collar under a turtle-neck sweater since you left the apartment this morning. Your relationship is solid enough to taste new boundaries and so far, while it's not something you'd like to incorporate in your daily routine; from time to time it'd be nice to wear it longer and hand him all the control of your actions. Frank's not extremely demanding, however. He seeks for your wellness above all, and having him tell you where to sit, what to eat, giving you permission for mundane tasks is actually just as liberating as when you're doing your usual rough play. You're a master's little pleaser, he's gathered. You thrive in praise and every time you follow his words, he's there to reward you with a kiss, a good girl, or a treat.
While Frank prepares the bedroom for a good playing session, you take a relaxing hot bath, per his command.
When the room is ready, your master comes to find you, and after ushering you out of the tub, he helps you dry your body before tying a black, satin blindfold around your eyes.
“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” he hushes in your ear in that swoon-worthy, deep tone that makes your skin shiver.
“Always, Sir.”
“Hmm.”
That's his pleased response you've come to adore. He takes your hand and steers you towards the bedroom. After a few steps, the texture of the floor changes from wood to something plush and cozy under your bare feet. He stops when you hit the middle of the fabric and your body quickly heats up in anticipation, and at the warmth radiating from the fireplace.
Only Frank can see how gorgeous you look right now, with just the glow of the flames dancing across the surface of your skin, drawing every curve of your figure.
His palms hover the plane of your body for a moment without so much as a touch, letting you guess where he’s going to put them first. After a few seconds, they land carefully on your shoulders. His breath touches the back of your neck, as he places a tender kiss on that spot.
Preparing you for the activity he’s chosen, he spends a good amount of time massaging your neck, shoulders, and arms in all their length down to your palms. Your skin buzzes in delight with his hands thoroughly kneading your back afterward.
When he’s done, he grabs a coil of rope from the chair and proceeds to constrict your body with it.
He takes his time, gingerly binding your torso with a rope dress — you can tell what he's picked from his maneuvering around you. Sir’s rough but careful fingers caress your prickled skin as he ties the folded rope in a series of knots in a line down the middle of your torso. You shudder when a happy knot is placed over your clit, and you try not to move much to not get overexcited. He pulls the tail between your legs and up your back, from under your ass, to link it with the first loop he left hanging between your shoulders blades.
Next, he circles your body, back to the front, and extends your arms up, so he can bring the tails from the back under your armpits. From above your breasts and down to your waist, he starts lacing the rope with great dexterity, creating a diamond pattern along your chest.
It's arduous work, but it seems like a piece of cake to your master. And it's quite rewarding for both.
You’re partial to rope. However, you rarely practice rope play cause a couple of times you’ve felt a little overwhelmed when too much time is spent bound like this. Last time you did, you cried yellow in the middle, but you were restricted in a more intricate way from head to toe; that’s why you figure he went from the rope dress this time.
Almost finished, he frames your mound in one last diamond and curls the tails around your waist to secure them at your back, keenly tying and looping the remains around the line that goes up your spine.
As a final touch, he folds your arms comfortably at the small of your back and uses another coil of rope to bind them to the harness, rendering you completely useless, except for your legs.
“How does it feel, sweetheart? You good?” he squeezes your hands.
“I’m good, Sir. Thank you for being so careful.”
“Anything for my good girl,” relying on touch only, you then feel his fingers moving between your legs, tapping on the knot on your clit, “How about this, does this feel right?”
“It feels amazing, Sir.”
“Hmm,” he presses on it for a few seconds, earning a good sigh out of your lips. “We're gonna get you to your knees now, alright?”
You nod and trust his hands as he lowers you to the floor.
Out of sight, as you get comfortable on your knees, he takes off his shirt and walks around, observing the beautiful form of your surrendering position. Like you’ve already guessed, he opts for leaving your legs free this time to avoid that over exhaustion of last time.
He stops in front of you and cups his bulge, watching you as you take a deep breath and get used to the rope. He admires how much you’ve progressed, and how much trust you’ve put in him. Like now, he could do anything with you right now, and you’d let him without question. That takes a lot of time to build, but with you, it came fairly easy.
After a moment, he picks up the flogger he laid early on the bed and does another spin around you, this time gently letting you feel the leather tresses on different parts of your skin without striking. Surveying your every reaction, he casually places its weight on each of your shoulders, brushes the back of your neck with its tails, tickles the soles of your feet, and then teases your hard nipples, bringing that dizzying arousal that comes from handling him that power.
You stay centered, for the most part, minding your Sir’s desires as he changes your position. He coaxes you to lean forwards until your head and shoulders are propped on the end of the mattress.
“Lift your ass as much as you can,” he orders, patting your rear as you push your ass upwards, “good girl.”
You swallow as he runs the leather tails softly on your rear, cueing you before swinging the flogger. He starts fairly gentle and slow, warming up your cheeks, and the back of your thighs.
When the strikes start coming slightly harder and quicker, your hips jerk and that sweet knot, sitting on the right place, stimulates your clit as a result.
He notices how your body waves, aching for more friction against that knot.
“You’re enjoying that, huh?”
Thud.
“Ahh, yes, Sir.”
Thud.
“What do we say?”
Thud.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Thud.
“Attagirl,” rumbles deep in his throat, followed by a grunt, and a harder thud, “what’s your color?”
“Green, Sir.”
Pausing, he inhales, trying to tame his own arousal, “we’re going to count backwards from ten, and move on. Tell me when you’re ready.”
You take a deep breath, “ready, Sir.”
Much in sync with the other, he swings evenly as you to utter each number after each strike.
The pain is evenhandedly dull with the flogger, it resembles more of a deep massage than anything else. It's the rope around your body that inflicts more damage than the leather falls.
Your body strains against your constraints as you get down to the last three, and it relaxes after the final hit.
Your slickness extends around your binds, reaching your thighs when he's done.
A long, heavy exhalation comes out of your mouth as one of his caring palms touches your ass, assessing the warmth of your skin.
“You took it so fucking good, sweetheart.”
“You gave it so fucking good, Sir,” you murmur.
He smiles to himself and lets you recover for several beats before straightening your torso and checking that your blindfold is still in place.
“Are you hungry, sweetheart?” Sir reaches to your mouth, tilts your chin up with his tucked index finger as his thumb rubs back and forth on your lower lip.
“Hmm, yes, Sir.”
His thumb then slips between your lips, and touches your tongue as you wrap your mouth around it.
“You want something bigger to fill that insatiable mouth?”
“Uh-hum,” you eagerly mumble around his finger, “I’d love that, Sir.”
Scoffing, he plays with your tongue a little more before pulling his thumb out.
If you could see his face, you'd capture the ignition in his eyes, and the plush of his lips turning a few shades of pink deeper at the prospect of what comes next, — him feeding you his cock.
“Stick out your tongue, kitten,” he purrs, undoing his zipper, and releasing his aching erection as you follow his order.
He holds his thick length in one hand, and places his other palm on the side of your head, as he first tentatively taps, and slides the breadth of its head on the plane of your tongue a few times before shoving half his dick in the depth of your mouth.
“Good girl,” he growls, “go on.”
With nothing but your mouth to please your master's stately hard-on, you swirl your tongue, drawing the familiar flare at the top, teasing its slit, and tasting the first drops of his precum. Then, you bob your head back and forth, taking him further down until the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat.
“Attagirl. Keep going.”
Wrapping your lips around his shaft, you worship his cock with passion, earning praises and delightful groans out of your master's mouth.
Extremely aroused, your hips undulate lightly, searching for the delicious pressure of the rope on each side of your lips, and the knot that shifts with your movements over your swollen clit.
Suddenly, Frank stops you from finishing him and takes his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath.
You pout, and he smirks, holding his length, stepping an inch closer to your face and propping his balls over your lips, so you can feel them.
“Suck’em,” he orders gravely.
Your tongue swipes across your lips as you follow your Sir’s wishes. You take one blindly into your mouth, capturing the already taut skin of his scrotum, and cover it in your saliva before taking the other. He jerks himself, flattering the ways of your doing between clenched teeth and well garnered grunts as you drive him out of his mind with the swirling and desperate sucking of his sack.
When he’s close, he takes them away and shoves his twitching cock back in your mouth. He holds your head still with both hands, as you set your jaw a little slacked, so he can fuck your mouth obscenely hard the rest of the way until he ejaculates in the middle of your tongue with just a handful of thrusts.
Standing still from a moment, he anchors himself to you as his breath catches.
You're nearly in tears when he puts his cock away and crouches in front of you to wipe your mouth, and bathe you with more sweet adulation.
“Who’s my best girl?” he rasps, removing the blindfold off your eyes.
“I am, Sir,” you blink as your vision adjusts to the warm light of the fireplace.
“Damn right you are,” he states huskily, cupping your jaw in his palms, massaging the joints of your mandible, “you did so good. How are you feeling? You wanna keep going?”
“Thank you. I’d like that, Sir… I haven't… yet…”
“I know,” he smiles softly, “I was getting to it. Do you want me to untie you?”
“Just my arms, Sir.”
“Okay,” he sighs, utterly pleased, and proceeds to untie your hands.
He helps up to your feet and places you on the bed on your side. His large form spoons your shape, tucking one of his hands between your legs. His fingers slip under the rope and that well-placed knot, and he gently caresses your over-excited clit that was begging for some attention.
His lips roam your neck, nibbling and kissing, as the pressure of his fingers madly fuel that fiery flame growing in your core.
“Can I come, Sir?”
“Tsk, not yet baby,” cause he likes to make you beg a few times.
As you squirm in his hold, he rubs harder on you as the rope strains in all the right places, marking your skin.
“Please, Sir,” you plead again after a couple of minutes.
“Shh, just a little more. I know how long you can hold, sweetheart,” he grins smugly before sucking a good chunk of your neck between his lips, “be a good girl for me.”
You moan and hold tight for several beats, gripping at his arm that tenses with every move as it rubs fiercely on your clit until you reach a point of no return. It’s either stop or let go. There’s no in between.
“Pleasepleaseplease, Sir,” you desperately pant, overtaken by that torrent of pleasure held only by a shred of will.
Reveling in that power, he makes you wait, — just a little more – before granting you the right to unleash that powerful orgasm that flows freely through every inch of your body, setting every cell ablaze.
Under a heavy breath, you utter your gratitude to your master and relax in the safety of his arms. You love the extra cuddles and kisses, and he loves indulging you for being a good girl. He's always so tender and attentive, it makes your heart swoon. Tonight, he waits until you've completely come down from your high, and your body has turned to jello to remove the rope tying your body. Carefully undoing each knot, he enjoys seeing the temporary marks of pleasure and devotion left on your skin. He cares for them, spreading lotion on your skin and making sure there is no burn or extreme damage to the surface of your body.
Then, you sit comfortably against the headboard and cover your body up to your chest with a blanket afterward, while Frank gathers some food from the kitchen.
“You were so beautiful today, I should have taken a picture,” he says, holding a spoon near your mouth to feed you a piece of cheesecake after settling next to you.
“Thank you, Sir,” you smile timidly, take your bite of food, and express with your mouth full, “you don't have to feed me.”
“I wanna,” he shrugs, taking a piece of cake for himself.
“Next time you could take a picture, you know?”
“Would you want that?”
“In other circumstances I'd say no, but I trust you, Sir. I know it'd be only for you.”
“Maybe I will,” he offers you another bite, followed by a quick kiss to your lips.
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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins
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reader: female | Age: 17-18 range
Characters mentioned: Dustin (briefly, ST), Jonathan Byers (breifly, ST), Joyce Byers (brefily, ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Nancy Wheeler (Breifly, ST) , Billy Hargrove (ST), Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Peter Parker (breifly MCU), Kate Bishop (breifly, MCU)
type: headcannons + drabbles,
A/N: When you hyper fixate on two very different shows so you put them together, basically a Stranger Things x MCU type deal, also i know timelines dont match up just. Let it happen. Also. This got really long
Warnings: typical violence from stranger things and marvel, mentions of weapons not the use of them but still
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So moving to Hawkins Indiana, was supposed to be "laying low" for both of you
As Known, he the famous Punisher: and with you: not being biologically his daughter, but barring his last name put a tag on your neck as well
Luckily you were trained well and had been through one or two superheroes in your life, like your father you're pretty morally gray
Hawkins was pretty cheap, depending on where you guys lived, there was no point in a big house either so you both lived someone in a cabin off the main road, it was small but better than run-down new york apartments with no windows
You bet to be sure as soon as mothers see the new truck they start talking.
"Not bad..." Y/n spoke looking around her room, "Hey, it's got a window."
Frank chuckled leaning against the door frame as he looked back at her, "You like it?"
"It's nice." Y/n told him setting a box down "It's gonna be weird being so calm..."
"Murdock's got the landline." Frank spoke, "He'll be beggin' for another fight. It won't be long before we're back fightin'."
Y/n nodded, "Gonna miss all those shit-head Avengers. Remember the battle with me and you, we were going against Cap and that Winter Soldier guy. Those guys would just not get off our asses."
"Good memories, you'll make more kid." He told, ruffling her hair, "Get your room together."
And with that Y/n was left alone in the room
You guys like, have to go shopping for food and you feel like you in a zoo
People staring oddly at you, and kids pointing at you
Franks at another store, and you're feeling slightly anxious as you're grabbing a few things for a quick dinner
Luckily the lady checking you out is sweet:
"Don't worry about them." She spoke scanning the items, "Nothing exciting happens around Hawkins, new faces it's like seeing a celebrity."
"oh, yeah...yeah." Y/n nodded watching the woman bag everything eyes not knowing where to fall she found the woman's name tag, "Thank you, Ms.Joyce."
She smiled sweetly, "It's no problem at all. Where you coming from?"
"New York City." Y/n started, engaging in the small talk.
"Hm, the big apple," Joyce smiled, "Must be quite a change."
"yes, Ma'm," Y/n responded.
"Well, we're open 24 hours here, " She started pushing some clanky buttons on the cash register, then hitting it aggressively, "Thing never wants to work- there we are. 5.96."
Y/n handed her the money exactly and Joyce thanked her, y/n said goodbye and left out the store with the two bags in hand.
Walking back to the truck you see a radio shack as you pass, Frank's not at the truck so you dip in for a quick look
So far all of the adults are nice, nice to see a new face and make small talk.
But soon you left and Frank was waiting for you in the truck
"Got it all."
"Yeah," Y/n responded as she got in closing the door behind her, it was silent as Frank drove off.
"Did you get stared and pointed at?" Y/n asked.
"yeah."
at least she wasn't alone there
So they got home and put all the groceries away, and that's when Y/n realized the bag.
"You know, this is making me think that you're sending me to school." Y/n started holding up the school supplies, "you're not sending me to school, right?"
"Independent study ain't gonna get you nowhere here kid-"
"Are you kidding!? You said I wouldn't have to go!" Y/n argued, "You said as long as I'm on an independent study I can go on patrols with you!"
"There is nothing to go after out here, kid! What are you gonna do? Go shoot every damn animal you see in the forest?" He argued back, "We're not in New York no more, No more patrol, no more independent study! You start Monday, that's it."
Already arguing on your first day in a new city, yay
You yourself end up skipping dinner and just finish putting your room together, after all, the day after tomorrow you are a damn high schooler.
He lets you calm down, and makes breakfast in the morning for the both of you
Well he said he got some construction or quarry job- something labor intensive so you're not the only one trying to go back to normal
The days spent cleaning again and putting the few things you own away
You go into town again the next day: you had both just bought stuff for dinner the other day, and you needed actual food in the house now
Hence the grocery store
You thought that small market where that lovely lady was filled with stares? Just look at it now
You guys stick together for this one, eyes are everywhere just stare at you
You're for sure not you're typical "girl" most are wearing skirts and nice blouses
You're literally dressed just like your dad, combat boots and all
Yeah you definitely weren't gonna be popular at school you could already feel it
"Get something for lunch tomorrow." and off to the fruit section y/n went, and quickly too, to pick up a bag of peaches and apricots
"Mommy, mommy, look at the pretty girl-"
"Don't look, sweetheart, that is not beauty,"
god people are such a-holes for no reason
"Don't worry." A boy spoke, "I think you're super cool. Like you're about to go monster hunting."
"Thanks?" Y/n spoke.
"Dustin Dustin Henderson." He introduced.
"Nice to see someone doesn't think I'm a psycho path." Y/n spoke, "Even if they are, what? ten?"
"I'm 13." "Close enough." Y/n shrugged walking off.
"Wait! Wait!" he called rushing after her.
"I heard you from across the sea, is it true?"
"What? No, I'm from New York." Y/n argued.
"That was going to be my second guess." He spoke, "And is equally as cool!"
"Look kid, I gotta get back to my dad." Y/n told him, "Can I help you with something?"
He looked at her and Y/n raised an eyebrow, "Okay I actually need something from the top shelf."
"Yeah, where is it, kid."
You helped him get what he wanted and he thanked you: calling you cool once more and then rushed off.
You had a feeling just deep down that was gonna come bite you in the ass later on, somehow, not sure how, but it would
You met back up with Frank and went to check out
Yes, great more stares, Women think Frank's good-looking and Y/n's just in the way of the view
Now you gotta go to school the next day and put up with the same shit
Literally Frank has to search your bag for weapons before you go: your so used to carrying concealed weapons because of Patrols and independent study it didn't matter, so he literally pats you down
"You can't take pocket knives to school!"
"I don't get it!? Why not!"
"It's not battle royal, it's who can get to the cafeteria first- that's it."
"Sounds pretty battle royal to me-"
"Get in the truck."
He drops you off and is really worried
not for you of course, for the other kids
yeah yeah, they should be scared.
Guess who you're lockers next to Billy FUCKING Hargrove
And some girls are too busy flirting to realize they're in your way
"Excuse me." Nothing.
"Hey!" Nothing
Okay now you're shoving them out the way
"Watch it." One girl ordered Y/n looking back at her, rolling her eyes
Billy can already tell your a city kid like him, it's a city kid thing.
and casually interrupts the a-hole girls to ask him where your classes were.
"Down the hall..." He spoke looking her over, "Brooklyn?"
"New York, Hells Kitchen." she responded, "L.A, San Fransico?"
"Guilty as charged city bird," he smirked
Oh that's a good shit disturbed friendship forming
well at least Hawkins wouldn't be as boring as you thought
No one really tried to introduce themselves to you
Yet King Steve the hair Harrington did almost run into you with his food tray but you stopped him catching his tray and handing back over before you go to sit down to eat
That's where you meet you guessed it: Johnathan Byers, seems like he's an eat-alone guy too
You guys don't really meet but acknowledge one another
Then some guy and his girl come to pick on him but you're not in the mood.
"You mind moving somewhere else?" Y/n called to the one and only Tommy Hagan.
"Aw, are we disrupting the new girl?" Carol laughed
"I'll be disrupting your fuckin face if you don't leave him alone," Y/n argued.
"Hey you don't talk to her like that," Tommy argued Y/n standing up.
"Or what? You're gonna punch me? Gonne slap me?" Y/n spoke walking closer to him, he stumbles back, "Gonna try and fight and you're gonna lose, you'll be on the floor within the second, I dare you, throw that punch."
Tommy had tripped over his feet falling to the ground, she had drawn unwanted attention as she towered over him in the center of the cafeteria, Y/n walking away from him to return to her food.
Johnathan thanked her and tried to introduce himself to her
Then PE happened, where she officially met Harrington.
Girls sat on the bench while they watched shirtless and covered boys play basketball
yet of course Y/n jumped in and played ball instead, girls officially hate you, being able to be that close with Billy and Steve,
the coach allowed you to play too: you only thought, he didn't want to hear about a nail being broken
Steve introduced himself during water break while, but then again you don't introduce yourself
"New Yorker thinks she's too good for us." Billy chimed in, "isn't that right?"
Y/n continued in drinking water with no response.
"Leave her alone." Steve defended.
"No let him keep running his mouth, maybe he'll finally speak some sense."
"I wouldn't get cocky with me City bird." Billy shot back
"Is that a threat?" Y/n deflected getting in his face.
"Maybe it is."
"Me and you on the court. Now."
Let's just say you really gave him a run for his money
Dude you robbed him of his money
The one-on-one game consists of you two shoving and pushing, trying to trip the other
"Is it just me." Steve spoke to a classmate beside him, "Or does the new kid seem."
"Over the top strong?"
"Yeah." Steve spoke watching Y/n knock Billy down, "i would hate to be on her bad side."
Yeah if you weren't already the talk of the school you are now
Steve once again tries to introduce himself to you.
"Steve Harrington."
"I know who you are."
"Wow, am I that popular?" He teased.
"What do you want."
"You don't take to new people very well."
Y/n opened her locker, "Okay, listen."
"All ears."
"You're the popular dude, who gets all the girls and has rich parents, yada, yada, yada, why are you talking to me. because I'm not sleeping with you."
"what? no! no!" Steve argued, "I thought you were really cool, the whole school saw you take down Tommy Hagan with just standing there. Not to mention how you took on Hargrove."
Y/n looked over at him, and he smiled trying to persuade her.
"Y/n. Y/n Castiglione."
You've officially had a "friend" according to Steve
When school's out, you're more than running to go home.
But Frank's at work, or whatever he does now and you're walking home
"hey!" Steve called, "Need a ride home?"
Y/n looked beside her, Steve driving alongside her: "Come on, Were friends now!"
Y/n sighed and walked over, opening the door, "Try anything Harrington and I'll stab you."
"Alright, Alright." Steve spoke, "Just watch the hair and the face."
The town werido and class king driving home together
But when you told him to drop you off he's confused.
"But there's no house here." Steve defended.
"I know." Y/n spoke getting out the car.
"Wait! Wait! Could I atleast get your landline?" He asked.
"What?" Y/n questioned.
"You know. The house phone." Steve spoke.
Y/n was silent, "...why?"
"To call you?" Steve questioned: what else would he need the house number phone, "You know. Invite you to go out with us. Have fun."
"In Hawkins?"
"Its not as bad as you think sometimes." Steve shrugged, "or we could, I dont know hang out somewhere."
"I give you the number you stop askin questions?"
"Absolutely."
So Steve got the land line.
Maybe having steve as a friend wouldn't be so bad.
But with Hw done and no libary card, you resort to calling Matt Murdock.
"Aw. Miss me already?" Matt chuckled.
"I would be lying if I said no." Y/n defended leaning against the wall.
"Come on can't be that bad." He tried to defend, "Make any friends?"
Y/n shrugged on her end, " Yeah I guess. This guy named Steve Harrington. Thinking about looking into him."
"Y/n you're making friends not finding people to background check." Matt defended.
"Maybe I wouldn't have to background check anyone if Frank would give me my damn knife back." Y/n protested.
"Y/n." Matt started, "I know it's hard to adjust. I do. But you're not gonna need a knife or pistol everywhere you go."
Y/n sighed. Matt was right, she'd have to adjust: and no not like you adjust on a mission, but genuinely adjust to the surrondings to a new daily life.
"If I can get Foggy to let me go I'll come visit you both." Matt told, "just because you've wiggled your way into my soft spot doesnt mean you're both not on my radar."
Y/n chuckled, Matt had become somewhat of an Uncle-ish dad-ish figure. Someone that calmed her down unlike Frank who was bad at it.
"Hey. Send me somethin local and maybe. Maybe. I'll send you somethin back?" Matt tried to suggest: keep her busy, "We could be pen pals."
Y/n smiled, "Yeah I'd like that."
He smiled, "Love ya kiddo."
"Love you too." Y/n responded and the call ended.
What you'd do to be in new york right now
Fighting crime, Sneaking out, eatting pizza from hole in the wall place, breakfast early morings after a busy night
Waiting for Frank seemed useless at this point: as early evening became late evening and late evening became night
And at 10pm steve harrington called.
"Hello?"
"Seems like I got the right number after all." Steve spoke on the other side of the phone
What you thought would be a short conversation turned into a full blown three hours,
Turns out Steve was alot of fun to talk too, all she had to do is open herself up a bit
He asked about her mostly, Typical new kid shit
Steve was a bit cocky still: but just for good fun and seemed Genuine
"You Y/n Castiglione seem like a bad ass."
"And why's that?" Y/n questioned.
"Well for one you stood up to Billy Hargrove."
Y/n chuckled, "You're still on about that?"
"Was that a chuckle? I heard a chuckle. I must be gettin' pretty good." Steve joked.
Finally you guys get off the phone
And you go to bed.
So. Maybe Hawkins wouldn't be too bad.
The first week seems Normal: Steve introduced you to Nancy Wheeler his girlfriend
You seemed off about her: she looked like one of the girls making fun of you at the store
You keep yourself quiet though, you also dont eat with them during lunch, but rather Jonathan, simply because you guys eat in silence
You and Billy contuine to go at it: occasionally shoves from each other in the hallways and eye rolls during class. You guys really go at it during PE, Especially when Wrestling came along
The girls think your aboustley imodest in your shorts and sports bra wreslting the boys
Most are just jealous your in such contact with the guys
At first there was the "that guy" who always has to make a comment about you but he really did shut up before you could even turn his world upside down.
Why? You honestly have no idea
But when the guy comes back that friday with a black eye you still have no clue
Alot of the girls sum it up to you doing it
You thought all would be fine, you feel like your being distanced from Frank though
With him working long days into nights you feel like that bond is wearing down.
But luckily Matt keeps in touch with you. Peter Parker's called you along with Kate Bishop saying they miss you
You miss them all too. But atleast Harrington calls you daily, same time: just to bullshit together
So your first week wasnt bad, during the weekend you and Frank Lazy around, playing a board game here and there
You actually send Matt that package he wanted so thats off your list.
You also go on your own little nature hikes and your not too far from the lake.
And when you come back you're weapons are displayed on your bedroom wall and you're so excited.
He says its somewhat of a present
And its not all your weaponary, just your favorites The rest is in the floorboard
Still: you put blood sweat and tears into those weapons so you were happy
Ah yes your pristine knife collection
Week one? If you had to rate it solid 7/10
Then week two starts
Oh god week two
Monday was good for no one: especially not you
She opened her locker, just for open cartons of milk and raw eggs to fall and splatter onto her chlothes, people starring and starting to laugh
Luckily you had extra chlothes in your pe locker
Or so you thought
Someone had broken into those and covered specifically the ass part of your shorts in red and brown paint and the same with your shirt.
So you just skipped Monday
It was actually as you were leaving Billy was just coming in.
"What the hell happened to you city bird?" Billy questioned getting no response as she walked past him, "City Bird!"
Still no answer he sighed, "Castiglione! Im talking to you!"
She looked back, "what the fuck does it look like Hargrove!" She argued.
It was silent between them, "Get in." He ordered, "But don't get any of that shit on my seats. Take your shoes off before you get it."
"I don't want a hand out."
"I didn't fuckin ask. Now get in the car." He told.
So he drove you home, all the way home.
You could careless at this point as he followed you in the house
He didnt comment about the house and followed you into your room
"It's either you're bat shit crazy or you're just crazy." He spoke looking at the knives on the wall as she grabbed some chlothes to change into.
She changed into a fresh set of chlothes with him in the room as his back was to her, he still looking at the collection she tossing the old chlothes in her hamper as she fell back on her bed.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" He argued.
"What?" Y/n asked looking at him, "whats wrong with what Im wearing."
"No wonder you look like shit everytime you go to school. Don't have a damn mirror in here." Billy spoke looking around, "Fuck you don't have one at all."
"Okay? And?" Y/n spoke.
"Well get ready City Bird." Billy told, Y/n raising her eyebrows, "You're dumbass is going shopping."
"Hah." Y/n laughed, "no."
Oh no
You dont get it, he picked up your ass, and DRAGGED you
"Billy!" Y/n defended, "the fuck! Unhand me! You peice of shit!"
"Stop fuckin trashin' we're going." Billy protested throwing her into the passanger seat.
So now instead of being in school you're shopping, for chlothes with Billy Fucking Hargove.
Alrighty then
He thinks you have a horrible sense of style
And you do? Kinda? You do wear just Frank's old chlothes
Atleast he got you out of cargo pants and into some denim jeans
He's got you in style now
Accidentally matching him one day will end up being a problem.
So you spent your monday bullshitting around town with Billy becoming actual friends
Not telling Frank that you skipped your second Monday wont hurt him.
Part two
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an adjustment
pairing: frank castle x fem!reader
summary: adjusting to a new normal with frank presents a few challenges, including one you thought you had put to rest.
warnings: swearing, lil angst, frank's voice (yes that needs a warning)
word count: 2.6k
a/n: a certain someone is making a cameo that will have a bigger role in the next chapter, but y'all know I love to tease. ;) as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
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As much as the two of you wanted to stay in the cozy little bubble that existed in his cabin, reality had come knocking. Madani informed you that your place was no longer an active crime scene decorated in bodies, bullets, and blood, and Billy needed Frank for a new assignment. Some guy running for Senator had a lot of controversial opinions that pissed a bunch of people off and apparently warranted 24/7 security, and Anvil was at the top of his list for protection. Since Frank was the best at what he did, unfortunately he was at the top of that list too. Adjusting to a new normal had been…well…just that; an adjustment.
A difficult, confusing, thought consuming adjustment.
For over half of the past year, Frank had been by your side. You started and ended every single day with him. The sudden absence of his presence was jarring, and you still found yourself immediately confused when you glanced up from your computer screen to tell him something only to realize he wasn’t there. Frank didn’t always talk a whole lot, but your office suddenly felt so much more quiet and empty without him. And despite a full blown security system installed by him on your behalf, it was hard for you to feel safe in your own home with the lingering scars of what had happened etched into the walls beneath a layer of new paint.
Frank called you at least once every day, just to hear your voice, but between both of your complicated schedules, time was not in your favor. You had spent the past three weeks adapting to Frank’s vacancy, but found yourself spiraling anytime you were left alone with your own thoughts. What if this was over before it had even really started? What if it wasn't anything anyway? There hadn’t been a moment for you and Frank to sit down and actually talk about what your relationship was since the cabin. You know what it meant to you, and you knew what you wanted it to mean to him, but you wanted to hear what it meant to him from his own mouth.
A part of you felt childish for wanting to bring it up. What were you supposed to do? Send him a text saying “are you my boyfriend, check yes or no”? Another part of you felt valid in needing reassurance. It was reasonable to want to establish a relationship with someone you were dating. But were you and Frank dating? He hadn’t technically asked you out on an actual date, but he had risked his life to save yours on several occasions. That had to count for something. You hadn’t dated anyone seriously since Steven, and Frank was not only a widower, but also your former bodyguard, so the normal rules of dating felt like they had been completely thrown out the window.
A knock at the door abruptly pulled you out of your chaotically indecisive inner monologue, and you saw a guy that appeared to be fresh out of high school standing in the doorway of your office.
“You Y/N Y/L/N?”
“Uh yeah, that’s me. How can I help you?”
The kid took a few steps forward into your office and practically shoved a sealed brown envelope in your face. He looked bored and annoyed, as if you were somehow inconveniencing him because he had to deliver something to you. It made you want to make a snide comment about how your name was clearly listed outside your office door and ask how the hell he managed to graduate without the ability to read.
“This is for you.”
Reaching for the envelope, your brows pinched together as you turned it over. There was nothing written on the front of it, no address, no name, not even a stamp.
“What is it?”
“I don’t know, lady. I’m just the messenger. Open it and find out.”
Before you could reply with a smartass comment, the kid had already walked out of your office, leaving you alone with the mysterious brown envelope. Clenching your jaw, you refrained from chasing him down the hall and asking who the hell raised him. Letting out a deep exhale through your nose, you had to remind yourself that you were a grown woman that would face charges for decking a teenager, even if he was legal and a complete dick.
“Asshole.”
Muttering under your breath, you pinched the aluminum prongs together on the seal, flipping the top of the envelope open to reach inside and pull out a stack of documents. When you turned them over, five big bold letters instantly caught your attention.
LETTER OF INTENT TO SUE.
During your time as a journalist, people had threatened to sue you over stories several times. It came with the territory. The first time you had gotten a letter like this, you nearly had a complete meltdown. Ben had found it far more amusing than you did, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin on his face while sipping at his coffee and chuckling.
“Ah, I remember my first lawsuit letter. You get used to ‘em. You can either frame that one or forward that to the uh legal department. It’s in the blue recycling bin outside.”
And he had been right. People had tried to sue the paper, and you specifically, several times over the course of your career, but nothing ever actually went anywhere. You normally wouldn’t have thought twice about it, and you were about to toss it into the trash bin on the floor next to your desk when your eyes skimmed over who sent the letter, and your blood instantly began to sizzle.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
Steven fucking Price.
Gritting your teeth harshly, you narrowed your eyes as you read over the first paragraph on the page.
This letter of intent to sue shall hereby be considered formal notice that STEVEN PRICE intends to file a lawsuit against you if you do not comply with the settlement demands set out in this letter.
The storm of anger brewing inside you had your hands shaking violently, and you were clutching onto the paper in your hands so tightly that your fingernails had left indents in the crinkled sides that were held captive in your vice grip. When Homeland took him away in custody, you thought that was the last you would ever have to deal with him or see him until the trial. But here he was, still making demands of you, from federal prison.
Frank’s gruff voice sounded on the other end of the line after one ring before you even realized you had called him.
“He’s fucking suing me.”
“What? Who?”
“Steven.”
There was a brief shuffling noise on the other end of the line, and you faintly heard Frank mutter an “excuse me” before his deep baritone sounded once again in your ear.
“The hell you mean he’s suin’ you?”
“Some kid came and dropped off an envelope, who was a real dick by the way, and then I opened it and saw it’s a letter of intent to sue. I didn’t think anything of it at first because I get these all the time, but then I saw his fucking name.”
“Suin’ you for what though?”
Tossing the documents onto your desk, you began to pace back and forth in your office as you ran your hand through the roots of your hair in pure frustration.
“I don’t fucking know, a load of bullshit? I didn’t even read what his ‘demands’ were. He can’t…he can’t do that, right? I didn’t do anything.”
Pausing for a second, your hysterical rant subsided momentarily as one possible reason for a lawsuit popped into your head.
“I mean…I did punch him in the face. But he’s going to sue me for that? There’s no fucking way. Putting it on public record that a girl half his size punched him? His ego couldn’t handle it.”
“You did break his nose.”
“He fucking deserved it, I should’ve broken more.”
Frank’s deep chuckle of amusement sounded from the other end of the line, and it instantly made you forget what you were so pissed about for a brief moment.
“I ain’t disagreein’ with you there. Look, take a deep breath, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”
Letting out a deep exhale through your nose, you closed your eyes for a moment and enjoyed the soft tone of Frank’s rough voice as you followed his gentle instruction. With your eyes closed, it was almost like he was there with you. Once Frank could hear your breathing even out a bit on the other end of the line, he spoke in a delicately low tone that had your toes curling in your shoes.
“Attagirl. Send me the letter and I’ll talk to Madani ‘bout it, yeah?”
“I don’t even have a lawyer-”
“Don’t worry ‘bout that right now, alright? Just take another deep breath, relax, and let me handle it.”
“You’re always handling things.”
“That’s kinda my job, baby.”
One little pet name and you were blushing like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Thankfully Frank wasn’t in your office at that moment to see the intense heat in your cheeks and the goofy smile splitting your lips. He would’ve definitely had a field day teasing you about it.
“You’re pretty good at your job. Maybe a little too good. If you were kinda sucky at it, everyone wouldn’t want you so bad.”
“The only one I want bad is you.”
A fluttering feeling erupted in your lower belly at those words, coupled with the way his voice had dropped an impossible octave lower, and you found yourself clutching at the edge of your desk to keep your knees from giving out right from under you. If Frank was here, you would’ve gladly let him bend you over it.
Clearing your throat, you attempted to change the subject before you got too worked up.
“How’s the new guy?”
Grabbing the iced coffee sitting on your desk, you held it against the heated skin of your neck. Droplets of the cool condensation slowly cascaded down your flesh, causing you to shiver while trying to balance your internal temperature.
“Not as pretty as you.”
Letting out a soft snort, you rolled your eyes and leaned back against the edge of your desk.
“Well I would hope not.”
Frank chuckled deeply again, and you could clearly picture the look on his face in your mind; an expression of playful exasperation with a faint smirk on the edge of his soft lips.
“He’s more of a pain in the ass than you. Didn’t think that was possible.”
“You’re really great at this whole flirting thing, you know that?”
The dry sarcasm in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Frank, and it tore a deeper laugh from low within his chest that made you grin.
“Hey, I been outta practice for a while. Gimme a break.”
“Speaking of flirting, how’s Billy?”
“He’s uh…he’s good.”
Something about Frank’s tone suddenly seemed off, and you wanted to ask him about it, but there was a faint rustling on the other end of the line, like Frank was pressing the speaker against his chest, and you could barely make out his muffled voice speaking to someone. When he lifted his phone back to his ear, you caught the end of a deep sigh.
“Listen I uh…I gotta go, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, me too.”
That was a lie. You didn’t have anything pressing deadlines at the moment. You would’ve stayed on the phone for the rest of the day with Frank if you could’ve, maybe convinced him to sneak away and come see you. He was still in New York, luckily, but anywhere that wasn’t right next to you was still too far.
“Send me the letter. I’ll talk to Madani and take care of it, alright?”
“Okay. I…thank you.”
“You ain’t gotta thank me.”
“You keep saying that, but then you keep giving me reasons to. So, we can have this argument until eventually you give up I guess.”
Frank chuckled deeply once more, and you could picture him in your mind shaking his head with a light grin. He sounded normal again, but you made a mental note to ask him about what was really going on when you spoke to him next.
“Same time tomorrow then, yeah?”
»»——— ———««
According to Madani, Steven didn’t have a case, and you technically had nothing to worry about. However, you were admittedly curious about what the hell he wanted, and Frank had said that if you did want to go talk to Steven, he would go with you. Actually, he respectfully insisted that you not see Steven without him present, and while you didn’t want to see Steven at all, you did want to see Frank.
You suffered through almost three years with Steven. You could suffer another five minutes if it meant you got to spend time with Frank.
It wasn’t your first time visiting a prison. A few years ago when you were still working with Ben, he had been interviewing a death row inmate that had been declaring innocence for fifteen years, and Ben had managed to prove that the evidence for his case had been tampered with and that the man had been telling the truth the entire time. Despite how daunting it felt to be in a place that kept violent people caged like animals, you felt safe with Ben then, much like you did with Frank now.
Currently, you were pacing back and forth down the hallway in pure irritation.
“What is taking so long?”
Frank had his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wall outside of the meeting room that was typically reserved for inmates and their lawyers. The guard had said he would bring Steven in shortly, but that was twenty minutes ago. Since Frank had met you at the prison, and due to all the prying eyes, you hadn’t had a private moment to do more than smile at him when he arrived. It was the first time you were able to see him in person in three and a half weeks, and he somehow looked even more attractive than he ever had, and you were being forced to endure an interaction with your ex, who tried to have you killed, just to get Frank alone.
It was torture.
“Told ‘em we’re waitin’ on your lawyer.”
Pausing mid-step, you glanced over at Frank with a look of complete puzzlement.
“I don’t have a lawyer, I told you that.”
As Frank turned his head to look at you, he suddenly lifted his gaze to stare directly above your head as someone behind you caught his eye. He stood up straight and uncrossed his arms as he gestured with his chin in the direction behind you.
“You do now.”
With your brows knit in threads of confusion towards the center of your forehead, a light tapping sound behind you caused your ears to perk up, and you turned your head to find the source of the noise and Frank’s attention.
“Miss Y/L/N, my name is Matthew Murdock. I’m your attorney.”
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posting the softest frank castle fic ever later (including but not limited to: a weekend getaway, frank being obSESSED with reader, frank only being soft to reader and no one else, cozy cabin vibes, giant bathtub festivities, soft SOFT smut, and more!)!!!
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the lake
lilac, chapter five
a/n: this chapter made me scream so much... both for horny reasons AND for emotional reasons...
summary: “oh my god,” you hastily spun around, droplets dancing down your spine as you turned it towards the familiar logger, “how long have you been standing there?”
warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, lumberjack AU, pete castiglione era, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, slow burn, swimming in a lake, unintentional flashing, crying
word count: 2688
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There are those comforting places that you go to in your mind when you try to fall asleep. Sometimes it’s a fantasy land from a novel, but for you, it had always been this forest.
It was frankly kind of incredible how well you still remembered everything from the winding paths to the specific swaying trees.
Tilting your chin up, you tried to catch sight of the birds you heard chirping to each other and whistled right back at them, just as you did as a child, the action purely pavlovian, causing you to smile after realising you’d done it.
Glancing back down at the trail ahead of you, your grin only grew as you realised what the towering tree you were now nearing was.
There was this legend around the parts of Dunbrook saying that if you and your sweetheart carved your initials into the thick trunk of this exact tree, whose branches had a wingspan so wide that some came down to kiss the wide lake it grew adjacent to, then you’d stay together forever in perfect happiness.
Now was it true? Probably not. But that fact hadn’t squashed your childish wish of doing it one day.
Pressing your palm against the grand trunk, you traced a few of the scratched letters and hearts scattered about. Exhaling slowly, you felt the warm rays of the sun, streaming through the treetops above, kiss your exposed skin that poked out from the breezy dress you wore.
Giving the bark one last little tap as a goodbye, you then bent down and plucked one of the white flowers that sprang out of the mossy forest floor, rolling it only briefly between your fingers before sliding it into your hair, right over your left ear.
You didn’t get much further before the glistening surface of the lake became too entrancing to resist and the next thing you knew, you’d tossed all of your clothing over a low-hanging branch and jumped in.
Giggles bubbled out of you as you swam through the mild water, swiftly twirling onto your back in order to float, peering up at the clouds as a nostalgic melody tickled your memory, coaxing you to gently hum it to the skies above.
Though suddenly, a clatter found your ears, startling your relaxed form enough to whirl to a stance in order to find the source.
A few logs rolled across the bank, down towards the water, though in following their trail, your hands quickly shot up to cover your chest, as you spotted the person who had dropped them.
“Oh my god,” you hastily spun around, droplets dancing down your spine as you turned it towards the familiar logger, “how long have you been standing there?”
“Oh, fuck, I–…” you heard Pete curse, “I swear I wasn’t looking.”
Utterly mortified, you shrieked, “what are you even doing out here in the middle of the forest?”
“I live here, uhm, right over there,” you briefly glanced over your shoulder to see him stiffly gesturing to the previously undetected log cabin not too far from the water, his eyes firmly averted and boring holes into the leaves looming above.
“Oh, fuck my life…” escaped your lungs like a muffled cry, before you peeked back at his flustered visage to shout, “can you turn around? Please?”
“Uh, yeah,” he obliged instantly, “of course,” turning his broad back to your partly submerged form.
The water sloshed around your legs as you made your way to shore, the branch where your outfit was draped over, as if it was a clothesline, curled much closer to his figure than you’d realised.
“I’m really sorry,” you uttered as you hurried to tug your dress back over your head, “I didn’t know you lived here,” though the linen quickly darkened as it began to cling to the wetness of your skin, “I just used to come up here as a kid and back then no one lived in there,” cheeks aflame, you promptly decided to keep your arms tangled over your chest as you glanced down to discover your pebbly nipples poke clean through the now much sheerer fabric.
“Please do not apologise, ma'am,” he cautiously turned back around, never looking at you directly as he sighed, head hazily shaking atop his shoulders, “I should have–, I’m sorry…” a desperate offer then forced its way out of his lungs, “do you want a towel? Please let me give you a towel.”
“Uhm,” you blinked, toes curling into the damp moss, “a-alright, thank you.”
“It’s just, uh,” gaze ever averted, his broad palm awkwardly tapped the top of his thigh before pointing towards his home, “inside, so…”
“Yeah…” you nodded your burning features, swiftly following his long stride as he marched up to the hut, mastering all the steps in one leap as he hurried up onto the worn porch in order to nearly rip the front door off its hinges.
Frozen just shy past the threshold, you watched as Pete determinedly darted to fetch the offered item from the bathroom, leaving your eyes to explore the interior till he returned.
It was oddly comforting in its haphazard decor. Kinda like a vacation home you nearly never visited, everything was mismatched and simply there for the functionality of it all, yet from the raw log walls to the rays of light streaming in through the small window over the round, steel sink in the kitchenette, it all sent a warm flutter throughout your belly, evening out a bit of the frantic nerves that were jostling around in there.
“Here,” his return managed to startle you slightly, your eyes haven been glued in the opposite direction as he came back holding out a navy towel for you to grasp.
“Thank you,” you finally uncrossed your arms and seized the terrycloth material, offering him a sheepish smile in return.
Leaning back against the humble kitchen counter, Pete’s eyes raked across the woodgrain of the ceiling, surely counting all of the spiral eyes that dotted where branches used to be, while you gently patted the towel over your dripping form.
Stepping further into the quaint cabin, you bashfully found yourself asking, “so, you live here?” earning a low grunt in confirmation as you carefully took a look around, “it’s nice, cosy…” the additional words came out in a tone that made you cringe lightly to yourself.
As you finished squeezing your hair lightly in the towel, the stout bookcase, settled to the right between the sofa and the unlit fireplace, caught your wandering eye. Draping the cloth around your shoulders like a blanket, you crouched down before the hardbacks, a breathy giggle uncontrollably bubbled out of your form as you spotted the unexpected titles that filled up his collection.
“What?”
“Sorry, it’s just–,” you glanced back at Pete’s cocked head and clasped your hand over your lips, “I don’t know what I imagined your bookshelf to look like, but I definitely didn’t peg you as a lover of the classics.”
“Hmm,” he simply hummed, the rumble too neutral for you to decipher the unspoken meaning within it.
Turning your vision back to the novels, you ran a finger over the spine of a tattered copy of Persuasion, “kinda didn’t imagine you being a reader at all…”
Bottom lip captured in between your teeth as you rose back up to your feet, virtually feeling the rugged man’s stare fixed on the back of your head before you heard his low timbre break the silence, “do you want a cup of coffee?” you turned to meet his gaze, “it’s not like the stuff at the inn, but it’s something.”
Taken slightly aback, a faint smile bloomed on your lips, “I’d love some,” and you pulled out one of the wobbly chairs at the small dining table. Your eyes followed his brawny form as he snatched up the thermos that already stood on the counter, hooking his fingers in the handles of two of the mugs that hung on the wall before he sat down opposite you, pouring out the dark beverage into your cup before his own, “thank you,” you wrapped your fingers around the enamel mug, the warmth radiating straight into your bones.
Lowering the cup after taking a sip, you stared down into the murky liquid, the embarrassment still stinging in your belly as you counted the faint coffee suds settled on the surface.
Snapping you out of your trance, Pete’s broad palm suddenly came into view, his fingers swiftly reaching out for the hair dangling by your chin. Bewilderment fogging up your features, you nearly reeled back, before his fleeting touch faltered, briefly presenting to you the forgotten white flower that you’d previously stuck behind your ear in order to soothe your slight panic.
A giggle then bubbled out of you as he placed the small floret down between the two of you in the middle of the table. Blinking up at him only seemed to make it worse, “I’m sorry, I just–,” your hands clasped your face even though you knew you’d never be able to hide your mortified flush no matter how hard you tried, “I was about to say that I feel like you’ve seen me naked, but that’s exactly what happened, so…” a laugh shook throughout your belly, “you know, it wasn’t even really my idea, or well, the swimming part was, but not the spending my day out here, that was my dad’s. He thought I needed a break, so here I am, accidentally flashing you…”
His restless forefinger glided over the smooth surface as he held his steaming mug, “if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t really see anything.”
Your eyes twitched, unsure if you were to believe him, “it does, a bit…” though still appreciating the gesture.
Casting your glance out the window, you watched a moment as the birch branches swayed in the wind, the rigidity porch in plain view as you spotted a forgotten mug on a long wooden bench, surely one that once contained the same beverage you sipped on now.
“Can I ask you something?” you heard Pete enquire after a few moments had passed.
“Of course.”
Carefully, he took a second to gather the courage needed to ask you cautiously, “are you okay?”
Chuckling lightly, you rolled your eyes, “yes, I’m alright. I’m sorry to tell you, Pete, but you’re not the first ever human being to see me naked,” you waited for him to mirror your laugh, but his expression only stayed as gloom as before.
“I wasn’t–…” he exhaled deeply before repeating, “are you okay?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you glanced back at him, your eyes wandering over the hint of age speckled throughout his beard.
“I just, uh,” he uttered warily, “I noticed some things.”
“Things?” the tightness of your furrowed brows dissolved as you watched him vigilantly gesture to your arms, exactly where your bruises had healed not too long before, “oh… o-oh…” your voice shook slightly as the realisation settled in, “uhm… did you tell anyone else?” you heard your paranoid words filled the air, “did you tell my dad?”
“No,” his head gently shook from side to side, eyes gingerly glued to your reaction.
“Can you maybe not tell him?” you felt your bottom lip tremble, “I never told him about it or even him before and I just don’t want him to–…” if you’d been standing up then you might have tumbled over from how your head spun, “since he never knew, it kinda feels like, every once and a while, like it never even happened to begin with. Even if it’s just for a second, I can pretend that I’m just a kid again, with my dad and that I never had to grow up and be with–…”
Tilting his head in an attempt to catch your rattled vision, he promised, “I won’t tell him.”
“Thank you,” like a dam, the tears came flooding out, “fuck, I’m sorry,” every nerve across your skin felt utterly raw, each little hair standing up in alarm, “I don’t know why I’m crying…”
“It’s okay,” you struggled to meet his gentle glance, “have you not talked to anyone about it?”
“No… it always felt weird to tell my dad about the people that I dated and then when it turned into something more, something else, then, I don’t know, I just couldn’t… and I didn’t really have anyone else in the city… or I guess I did once, but Preston,” you sucked in a painful breath as you pushed through, continuing to share, “he didn’t really like them, so at some point, I stopped talking to them all together…”
Tears collided with the wooden tabletop, leaving little sombre stains in its wake, you heard the man sitting across from you offer carefully, “if you want someone, a friend, to talk to, then know that I’m always here.”
“Really?” you blinked up at him, raising a shaking hand to wipe your cheek.
“Yeah,” he exhaled solemnly, looking back at you in a manner that caught you off guard by how, for a lack of better words, safe it made you feel, even amidst all the chaos.
“Thank you,” you sobbed, “you know, he wasn’t like that to begin with, he genuinely wasn’t, I really don’t want you to think that I just have a thing for abusive assholes. He was charming. Did everything a girl could dream of for her first love. I think I genuinely loved him, he was perfect and it happened so slowly, gradually over such a long time that I didn’t even really notice that he had changed, or maybe just dropped the façade, till he was holding me down, cutting off my air supply, just because he had a bad day at the office… I even tried to break up with him a few times, but it never worked… last time I tried I ended up with a ring on my finger…”
“Does he know that you’re here?”
“No, don’t think so. I was so hungry for a fresh start back when I first met him that I barely told him about where I grew up, just that it was in a tiny mountain town and that my dad owned an inn… I mean, not that he ever really cared about that kind of stuff… guess I was a bit embarrassed about where I came from in comparison to him. He grew up on the upper east side, had always been used to having servants and that kind of stuff around him and I very much didn’t… I remember thinking he was like a prince back when I met him. I just couldn’t believe he loved me. But he sure did, does… he was set on me, wanted nothing more than to mould me into his perfect little–…”
Your voice broke as you caught Pete's woeful eye, “I’m really sorry that you had to meet him,” he uttered genuinely.
Tears welling up in your eyes once more, it took you a bit before you managed to say, “yeah, me too,” forcing your eyes up towards the ceiling, you attempted to compose the uncontrollable sobs that rumbled out of your lungs, “I really hate that game of what if this thing didn’t happen or what if I learnt this lesson earlier. It never fixes anything, never makes it better. All it can do is make you even more depressed, you know?”
“Yeah,” he breathed distantly as you wiped the corner of the towel draped over your form across your glistening cheeks, “I know exactly what you mean…”
Bloodshot eyes, though foggy, still managed to notice the shift in his features as Pete stared down his half-empty mug of coffee, “hey,” you reached out to lightly rest your hand over where his lied on the table, “I’m really sorry too.”
Eyes flickering up to meet yours, a light crease formed between his dark brows, “for what?”
“For whatever happened to make you look at me the way that you are right now… whatever it is, I’m really sorry…”
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Marvel Masterlist
A/N - all one shots are smutty! As for Made to Lie (the Bucky x Reader novella > smutty chapters are marked with an *)
Bucky Barnes:
MADE TO LIE (Bucky x Reader - fake!dating novella)
Bucky x Reader - His
Bucky x Reader - Nosebleed
Bucky x Reader - Drunk in Love
Bucky x Reader - Again?
Bucky x Reader - Cabin Fever
Bucky x Reader - Whiskey & Wine
Matt Murdock:
Matt Murdock x Reader - Sweetheart Pt.2
Matt Murdock x Reader - Take Me to Church
Matt Murdock x Reader - Playing Games
Matt Murdock x Reader - Boyfriend Material
Tony Stark:
Tony x Reader - Million Dollar Man
Tony x Reader - Yes Daddy
Frank Castle:
Frank Castle x Reader - Sir
Frank Castle x Reader - Broken Promise
Threesomes/Multiple Characters:
Bucky x Reader x Steve - Good Girl
Natasha x Reader x Wanda - Never Have I Ever
Bucky x Reader x Steve - Siberia Pt.1
Bucky x Reader x Steve - Siberia Pt.2
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Fall Drabbles, Day 3
prompt: scarecrow
pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader
summary: When the new member of his town is struggling, Frank lends a hand.
warnings: swearing, once again adorable levels of fluff
a/n: When I tell y'all I am SO excited for this one. This is a Lumberjack!Frank Stardew Valley AU!!!! You do not need to be familiar with the game to enjoy this piece. Let me know if y'all want to see more in this AU!
w/c: <1k
Wiping the sweat off his brow, Frank let the ax head thud against the lush grass. Huffing a breath, he stretched his tense shoulders, trying to unravel the stubborn knots building across his upper back from the extensive physical labor. As he was about to lift the ax once more, a rustling in the clearing behind him gave him pause.
Squinting, he made out a figure crouched by a stack of sticks across the meadow. After a moment, the person shifted towards him enough for him to identify you.
He’d only spoken to you twice, if single word sentences and grunts could be considered speaking, but he knew a lot about you. The unfortunate effects of being a newcomer in a small rural town, he supposed, your entire existence became exciting local news. You were looking after Old Man Taylor’s run down cabin, he’d even heard whispers about you repairing the place to start a farm.
Despite learning a majority about you from other people, you intrigued him. Everything about you was young, soft, sweet, not at all what he expected a new farmer to be considering the aging community he lived in.
In the distance, you rifled through the pile of fallen branches at the base of the large oak tree, studying the group before selecting a few to add to your basket. Hands perched on your hips, you tilted your head before grasping the largest of the bunch, a split tree limb, and dragging it backwards. Frank bit back a laugh as your body lost the fight against the weight and resistance of the branch when you fell on your ass. Deciding to stop lurking and come to your aid, he called from across the clearing. “Was that the plan or did ya need some help?”
Whirling around, butt still planted on the mossy ground, you laughed when you spotted him. “Lord above, Frank, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Basking in the beautiful tone of your voice, he strode over to you, watching your beautifully unmarred hands brush dirt off of your overalls as you stood up.
Heat flooded your face as you replayed his offer in your head. ”You saw my valiant attempt then...“ Biting your lip, you glanced up at him.
Sucking in a breath, Frank was taken aback by the immediate effect your doe eyes had on him. ”Happens to the best of us.“ He shrugged, hoping that his face hadn't betrayed his desire to sweep you off your feet and carry you back to your place.
You scoffed, "Oh yeah? Hard to believe you given that you're so...” You trailed off, circling a hand in his general direction.
The barest hint of a smirk graced his lips. “So what, sweetheart?”
Huffing in embarrassment, you averted your eyes from his stunningly fit body. “Nothing.” You murmured.
Eyes softening, Frank looked to you for approval. “Did ya want a hand with that?”
There were those magnificent doe eyes again. You nodded slowly.
Grasping the fallen limb with one hand, Frank hefted it up with ease, setting it over a broad shoulder. “Where to, dollface?”
Smiling at the nickname, you answered shyly. “My cabin, if that's not too far for you.”
“Course not, since I'm so...” He imitated your comment from earlier and you rolled your eyes.
“You know what, tough guy!” You laughed, not finishing the empty threat.
“What're you plannin' on doin' with this thing anyway? Clubbin' seals?”
You looked at him, horrified, “No! Of course not! I would never--” You paused, then rolled your eyes. “That's a cruel joke, Frank. You had me thinking I'd made an awful impression.”
Frank chuckled. ”Sorry, dollface.”
“You're forgiven.” You smiled sweetly. “And, since you asked SO nicely, I'm building a scarecrow.”
Brow furrowing, Frank's steps faltered, “A scarecrow?”
“Yeah, they're these little human-shaped statues that you put in the middle of your crops to scare the crows.” You explained, twinkle of jest in your eye as you smirked at him.
“I know what they are, smart ass.” Frank snorted, “I meant why're you buildin' one?”
You shrugged, eyes falling to the ground, “I, uh, I planted some crops a few weeks ago and the birds got to them as soon as theey sprouted. Guess I'm not too good at this whole 'farming' thing, huh?” The chuckle that left your mouth was humorless and sad. Frank's heart twisted in response.
“Hey now, you're tryin'. That's what matters.”
Giving an unsure smile, your lips twitched upwards. “Thanks, Frank.”
“Course, sweetheart. Did you want some help buildin' it?”
Tilting your head, your voice was laced with appreciative surprise, “You'd do that?”
Nodding solemnly, Frank gave what he hoped was an encouraging smile. “In a heartbeat, dollface.”
With a giggle, you took his free hand and pulled him all the way back to your house.
A few hours, buckets of sweat, and a quick trip to Frank's place later, the two of you looked proudly at the tall, only slightly lopsided, scarecrow standing guard in your field.
Running a hand over the flannel shirt that composed the torso, a soft smile sprouted. “I hope you don't want this shirt back.“
Frank squeezed your shoulder. ”It looks better on him anyway.“
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