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amhrosina · 1 year

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Frank With An Inexperienced Reader

a/n: the request was for frank AND matt, but i haven't written matt's headcanons yet, so here's frankie-poo's for now

warnings: virgin!reader becoming notvirgin!reader lmfao, age gap, smut obviously, frank talks you through it, oral (fem receiving), fingering, the usual smut stuff, etc.

Frank would be hesitant at first when you ask him to take your virginity. You’ve done other stuff with him, but you’ve never gone all the way, and he’s nervous about taking that away from you.

Like you’re so much younger than him, and he doesn’t want to take advantage of you, but holy shit you’re so pretty and he can’t deny you anything so he just takes it really slow instead and gives you the power to choose when/where it happens.

You’re just as nervous as he is about it but for different reasons obviously. He’s so experienced and you’re the exact opposite and you spend at least a week freaking out about it before finally giving in and showing up at his apartment to be properly fucked.

When I say he takes it slow, I mean he takes it S L O W.

You’re trying to unbuckle his belt but you’re so nervous that you’re visibly shaking, so he gently takes your hands in his and kisses your fingertips and tells you to slow down for a second.

“Let me do this for you, okay? I’ll take good care of you.”

You tell him that you’re nervous because you want it to be good for him but you don’t know how to make it good for him.

He smirks and shakes his head. “You don’t gotta worry about me, sweets. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. You’ll be perfect.”

He begins pressing unhurried kisses to your lips and jaw, gingerly making his way to your neck. You’re already so turned on that you can feel the slickness of your arousal between your legs.

He moves at an achingly slow pace, pulling your clothing off piece by piece, leaving kisses in the wake of his removal, until you’re standing in front of him in your underwear.

He presses sultry kisses to your nipples, softly flicking the nubs with his tongue because he knows you love it when he does that.

“Can I pull these off?” His fingers are resting on your hip bones underneath the fabric of your underwear. You nod your head eagerly because it’s Frank and you couldn’t imagine anyone else being this gentle with you.

When he lays you on the bed, spread bare for him, you’re still a little nervous. (He’s so big and you can see why people are afraid of him when he’s in Punisher mode but also like, he’s so dreamy).

Also if we’re basing Frank’s length off of the rumors about Bernthal’s, ummmm let’s just say the man’s very well endowed. This makes you even more nervous because WOW.

“We can stop at any time, okay? Just say the word and I’ll stop. I won’t get mad. I promise.”

You try not to groan at how incredibly sexy he looks reassuring you.

Frank knows it’s going to hurt, but he still wants to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for you, so he does everything in his power to make sure you’re nice and ready for him.

“Can I taste you, baby?”

When he buries his tongue in your folds, you quite literally can’t hold yourself together. You fall apart on his tongue not once, but twice before he finally relents and begins pumping a finger in and out of you.

You’re so wet that it easily slides in and out, and when he adds another digit, and another, you’re coming apart around him again.

When it’s finally time for him to push into you, you’re so blissed out in pleasure that your nervousness has subsided, but he’s still gentle and cautious.

You tense up almost immediately because it hurts, and he almost pulls out because he never wants to see that look on your face again (especially not because of him!)

“I know, baby. I’m sorry. Just breathe, okay? It’ll feel good soon.”

Frank refuses to move until you give him a slight nod, hovering over you and kissing the tension out of your clenched features.

When the pain finally subsides and you ask him to move, he’s really really gentle with his thrusts even though he’s dying to pound into you.

He praises you the entire time.

“You’re so wet, baby.” “You look so good like this.” “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.” “Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.”

He’s always been an observant man, but watching you moan, writh, and arch into him is something he’d like to observe for the rest of his life (if you’ll let him)

When you come apart around him, you unintentionally clench around him and it takes everything in him to hold himself together.

When you ask him to fill you up, his thrusts stutter out of pure shock.

“Naughty girl. Who taught you that?”

You’re grinning up at him, blinking your perfect doe eyes, and he can’t tell if it's the hormones or the fact that he’s buried deep inside you, but he thinks he might have just fallen deeper in love with you.

You hold him close to you as he fills you up, and when he collapses next to you, you’re both blissed out and sweaty and in love and you feel warm and fuzzy about it all.

“Are you okay?” He’s concerned that he may have hurt you.

“Let’s do that again!” You’re not hurt in the slightest (lol).

Cue both of you giggling like teenagers.

Obviously Frank is an aftercare king so after he cleans you up, he runs his fingers over your skin in a soothing pattern.

When you ask if it was good for him, he’s quick to reassure you.

“It was perfect, baby. You’re perfect.”

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 7 months

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hi, I absolutely loved your headcanons for Bucky (agree 100% with everything you said), but I'm a sucker for Frank Castle... so can I ask for rum with him? 💙

Frank Castle Headcanons.

warnings - sexual content.

so glad you agreed with my bucky headcanons, my love!! here are some for our Frank. <3

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- I think if you give him time, Frank would thrive on domesticity. Making you breakfast, doing the laundry, grocery shopping. He'd settle into an easy life so easy if he let himself.

- He wouldn't want any more kids. Not even sure if he'd want to remarry. Being a father and being a husband are roles that are associated with so much pain, for him. He'd be more than happy being your partner, though. You don't need a marriage certificate to prove your devotion to each other.

- Big sweet tooth. Loves candy, cookies, popsicles, pastries. Loves anything with chocolate on/in it. Loves ice cream, loves frozen yogurt, loves frozen custard. He's a secret sugar fiend.

- He's always the big spoon. Loves to wrap himself around you, tangle your legs together, snake his arms around your middle as tight as he can.

- The man is a walking radiator. A breathing space heater. He runs so hot. Always puts your feet under his thighs on the couch to warm them up. Smothers your hands in his when you're in public, especially if it's cold.

and now for the sexy stuff...

- There's one word for this man in bed. Shameless.

- His dirty talk is enough to get you off. He doesn't even have to touch you. He's got this low, rough, buttery tone, and he's filthy. Says the most unhinged shit. Makes you blush and stutter and hide your face in your hands.

- Loooves missionary. He thrives on watching your expressions, the way your eyes flutter shut, the look on your face when your mouth drops open.

- I think Frank likes to be a little possessive, but not in a toxic way. More in a you're-mine-and-i'm-yours kind of way. Lots of atta girl and my good fucking girl and that's it, there's my baby.

- Big fan of when you get a little rough with him. Likes the edge, thrives on the pain. Slap him, scratch him, bite him, choke him. He's into it.

- Can be soft with you, if you want it that way. Slow, smooth thrusts, covers you in kisses, strokes your hair back from your face. Plasters his body to yours, not an inch of space between you.

- Tells you he loves you every morning and every night. He knows you know. He just wants to make sure.

in conclusion... he might be a little rough around the edges, but that man would devote his life to you. no questions. <3

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sunflowersandsapphires · 5 months

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You will become it

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader

summary: When Frank lets the stress of the holidays get to him, he accidentally pushes you away.

Based on the prompt that @hellskitchenswhore posted about: Thanksgiving or Christmas Day with either Matt or Frank, inspired by the quote "If you’re raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. You will find him even when he is not there"

warnings: swearing, descriptions of anxiety, allusions to past trauma

a/n: Ugh I could write a MILLION of these because it's so relatable. I hope that this brings you all some comfort this holiday season.

w/c: 3.1k

To no one’s surprise, Frank fucking hated the holidays. After losing Maria and the kids, it was just a horrible time of year filled with bitterness over the gap in his life and the fact he’d never have a normal winter again.

He tended to throw himself into his vigilante work, bringing the most permanent form of justice to assholes all over the city. Thanksgiving and Christmas were spent alone, unless you considered his guns valuable company, eating bland food and steeling himself against the shitty weather because he was too stubborn to buy a thicker coat.

But then he’d met you.

Karen had introduced you over the past summer, sort of. He’d stumbled onto the blonde’s fire escape in the middle of the night—startling the two of you who were having some kind of girls’ night after a tough week. And once Frank had collapsed, unconscious, onto the metal grates he stood on, Karen was forced into an explanation to prevent you from calling the cops.

You’d adjusted to the knowledge that your best friend was willingly helping a fugitive faster than anyone expected—immediately jumping in with wide eyes and assisting Karen as she cleaned and dressed Frank’s numerous wounds.

When he came to, he was settled on Karen’s couch, blankets draped over his lap. Across the room, you sipped from a wine glass as you flipped through the pages of a book. He’d hoarsely asked what you were reading and, after the initial shock from him speaking to you had worn off, you’d smiled and asked if he wanted to read with you.

Frank was eternally smitten by your thoughtful nature. You were an angel on earth and, for some fucking reason, you were determined to brighten Frank’s life with your company, though he repeatedly reminded you that he didn’t deserve you. Despite his bumbling compliments and gruff personality, you’d eagerly agreed when he’d asked you out to dinner a week after meeting you—and you’d been together ever since.

You hadn’t been dating long, your relationship still fresh enough to count the months spent together on one of his rough hands, but his perpetual grouchiness was slowly being chipped away by your adorable smile and apparent need to spend the majority of your time tucked against his side.

Frank had fallen head over heels for you at the speed of light, so saying “no” to your sparkling doe eyes when you batted your lashes at him was damn near impossible. Which was how he found himself in his current predicament.

While out at a bar with you and your colleagues at Nelson, Murdock, and Page, Red—always the antagonist—had smugly asked him if he intended to spend the holidays with you. It wasn’t a secret amongst your circle that you weren’t overly close with your family. One too many bad memories had resulted in a quieter holiday season without said family, a preferred alternative to the hours of manipulation and abuse you’d previously endured during the winter months.

Frank was aware that you didn’t have family plans for Christmas, perfectly comfortable welcoming you into his house for an intimate few days complete with fantastic food (that the two of you would cook together) and cuddling in front of the fireplace as you nodded off. You agreed that it had been the perfect way to spend Thanksgiving, so Frank had assumed you’d be alright having a similar Christmas celebration.

And maybe you would have, had Karen not suggested that Frank host a Christmas celebration at his place for a larger group.

“Frank, you’ve been bragging about the turkey you cooked for a week. It’s honestly rude of you to withhold that from us.” She remarked, smirking at his resulting scowl.

“And on the holiest day of the year too.” Murdock shook his head, shit-eating grin spreading across his face as Frank scoffed.

“Fuck you, Red. We don’t wanna host your sleazy ass for Christmas. Right, sweetheart?” Frank’s confidence had vanished when he saw your bashful shrug.

Avoiding his gaze, you picked at the label on your beer bottle. “I dunno, Frankie. I don’t think I’d mind a few more people…” Your voice was quiet, hesitant, but there was a hopeful edge to it that he couldn’t ignore.

It took him all of 3 seconds to cave to your apprehensively optimistic gaze, his heart melting as you bit your lip nervously. “Sure, darlin’. What the hell?”

He was regretting his hasty agreement now, though.

Standing in his kitchen, surrounded by Karen, Matt, Curtis, and—thankfully—you on December 23rd, trying desperately to get the cheese sauce for his mac and cheese to combine properly as the four of you drank beer and laughed boisterously around him. As always, you were more helpful than anyone else, offering soft praises and sweet smiles as you cooked side by side, but Frank’s irritation was steadily building and even you couldn’t stop it.

It didn’t help that he hadn’t slept well all week, familiar nightmares viciously overtaking his subconscious as soon as he closed his eyes. And the lack of sleep, combined with the way his head was pounding as he worried over the pot on the stove, meant his patience was thinner than a fishing line.

“For fucks sake, thought y’all were here for a goddamn reason. Is this a social event now?” Frank groused, whirling around to face the four people in his kitchen as yet ANOTHER cheese sauce failed to form smoothly.

You all fell silent, though everyone but you rolled their eyes at his grumpy tone. Not used to this side of Frank, your face fell—eyes widening as your partner barked orders, creating a much different atmosphere than the peaceful one that had surrounded your perfect Thanksgiving. Shuffling backwards a step, you stood rigid as a statue as Frank scowled.

“Karen, wash the China I took out. Curt, chop those veggies. Murdock, peel those potatoes.” He pointed to each of them in turn before turning to you. “And clearly I can’t make this shit to save my life so you figure it out while I iron the table cloth.”

Nodding dutifully, you removed the pot behind his hips from the heat, scraping the lumpy bechamel into the trash before making another roux. You knew Frank didn’t mean to snap at you, he was just on edge about hosting the gathering. No one else was concerned about his demeanor, so why should you be? Trying to quell the churning anxiety in your chest, you diligently completed every task you were given, silently whipping up a number of sides as the sun began to set.

Eventually, the five of you had prepped everything but the turkey, including the decorations and table set up. Waving farewell to the other three sous chefs, you lingered by the door as you closed it behind them.

You and Frank had previously agreed that you’d stay over for a few nights to watch Christmas movies and bake cookies, your two favorite traditions that you hadn’t shared with anyone for a few years. However, after witnessing his clear frustration, you were apprehensive. Did he still want you to stay?

Because of your history with men taking their anger out on you, Frank’s discontent had brought out a side of you that you never wished to experience again. You were still pretty sure he hadn’t meant it, but your certainty was fading by the minute.

Stepping back into the kitchen, you began scrubbing at the pots in the sink as quietly as possible, hoping that if you handled the rest of the work in silence, Frank wouldn’t have any reason to be upset with you anymore. Unfortunately for your nervous heart, Frank’s mood wasn’t quite over.

“The fuck are you doin’,” Came a harsh voice from behind you.

Willing yourself not to startle, you stayed facing the sink, your back to your raging boyfriend. “Just cleaning up, love.” Your voice was meek, but it luckily didn’t waver.

“And I ain’t capable of doin’ that myself?” His stern response hit you like a brick. Shutting off the faucet, you wiped your hands on a towel and turned to face him, brow furrowing in confusion.

“Of course I think you’re capable. I wanted to help you, I—“

“It’s funny, really. Y’all wanted me to host this goddamn thing and you don’t think I can do my own fuckin’ dishes?” Frank looked at you, incredulously. He never asked for your pity.

“Frankie—“

“I don’t need your help. Get out.” He said, jerking his head to shoo you out of the room.

Choking on an inhale, your eyes stung with unshed tears. “O-ok, Frankie.”

As he restarted the stream of scalding water, you gathered your things and headed out into the night.

Turning off the tap, Frank dried his hands before surveying his kitchen with a satisfied nod. Banishing you from the kitchen was rude—he knew that—but, ultimately, it had allowed him to unwind while efficiently tidying up the sprawling mess that had manifested during a day of cooking. Exhaling forcefully, Frank felt a pang of guilt in his gut as he remembered how abrasively he'd treated you today. Ready to beg for your forgiveness, and offer a few ways he might be able to make it up to you, he strode over to the couch where he figured you were laying.

“Sorry for kickin’ ya out of the room, sweetheart. Guess I needed a minute to calm down. Did ya still wanna watch a movie?” Rounding the arm of the couch to kneel before you, Frank was hit with a wave of dread as he was met with the sight of empty cushions. Treading into the bedroom, his bed was similarly bare, and his bathroom was dark and vacant.

Heart rate spiking, he spun around in the main room of his apartment, looking for any sign of your whereabouts. Your purse and coat were gone. You’d left, but why?

Suddenly, a chilling thought occurred to him as he replayed your previous conversation.

“I don’t need your help. Get out.”

He hadn’t clarified that he still wanted you here. You thought he had demanded that you leave the apartment altogether, not the kitchen while he worked.

Shit, shit, shit.

Scrambling for his phone, he snatched his keys and flew down the stairs as he dialed your number. The phone rang endlessly as he sprinted to his truck down the block. Eventually, he received your voicemail. FUCK.

Turning his keys in the ignition, he called again. “C’mon, darlin’. Please pick up.”

Getting your voicemail again, Frank growled in frustration, before his screen lit up with a text.

You: Hey, bubba. I can’t talk at the moment. Is something wrong? Are you alright?

Closing his eyes in relief, and gritting his teeth as he was smacked with another wave of guilt, he cursed himself. “Of course I’m not alright,” He thought to himself, “I sent you away, sweetheart.”

Flicking open his phone, he hastily typed out a question.

Frank: Are you at your place?

You: Yes, love.

Frank: I’ll be there soon.

Speeding down the city streets, Frank couldn’t help but wish he’d realized his mistake earlier. Maybe a flower shop would've been open then.

Chewing absently at your thumbnail, a new rush of tears rolled down your cheeks. God, you were such a coward. You’d avoided Frank’s call because you simply couldn’t handle him yelling at you for whatever you’d done to upset him. Instead, you’d texted him, hoping to hide behind a wall of messages as he explained your mistake. But it hadn’t worked that way, he was coming here. To scold you. Maybe even break up with you.

The thought of Frank leaving you because of something you’d unknowingly done to offend him forced the air from your lungs with a sob. Desperately trying to get your emotions under control, you threw back the wine in your glass as you stared blankly towards the door.

The footsteps in the hall were deafening, each one sending a chill down your spine as you willed your aching legs to hold you upright. A key scratched in your lock and the door slid open, the large shadow of your boyfriend extending into your apartment. Huffing out a breath as he addressed you, Frank frowned at your tear-streaked face.

“You cannot just leave like that,” He explained, shutting the door with a loud bang that made you jump. “Did you walk home? It’s dark out!”

Frank stepped forward, reaching his arms toward you and ice flooded your veins as you responded to the familiar motion.

Stumbling backwards, you curled in on yourself. “I’m sorry, Frank. I’m so sorry. So sorry.” Tears splattered on the floor beneath your downcast face. You were trembling, terrified of being screamed at, or worse.

That was when it all clicked for Frank. Your wide eyes as he bossed you around. The way your jaw remained clenched for hours as you cooked. The lack of your giggles and quips and smiles for the majority of the day. You were afraid. He’d made you afraid.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His voice broke as you sobbed, just out of his reach. Each of your choked inhales broke off another piece of his shattered heart. “Oh, honey, no. Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry.”

Crouching in front of you, keeping enough distance to hopefully not spook you further, Frank brought his hands into a placating gesture. As he exposed his palms to you, you looked at him with glassy eyes. “Darlin’ I’m not upset with you. I ain’t ever been upset with ya, not once. I was grouchier than normal today and I didn’t realize I was being too cruel. I ain’t mad, sweet girl. Could never be mad at my sweetheart.”

You nodded, but didn’t seem to be registering his words. Crumbling to the floor in front of him, you were practically hyperventilating at this point, stuttering through apologies between shallow breaths.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna choke. Let’s sit on the couch for a minute.” Supporting your weight as you collapsed into his chest, Frank scooped you up and carried you over to the couch. He settled down, sitting your shaking body in his lap. Shushing you gently, he tucked your head under his chin, running a broad hand along your spine. “Breathe, sweet girl. Can’t have my baby suffocatin’ because of my dumb ass.”

Breathing deeply to demonstrate the action for you, Frank eventually felt your body still, your inhales evening out.

“‘M so sorry, Frankie.” You whispered hoarsely against his neck.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, my beautiful girl. You were just tryin’ to help. I’m sorry for bein’ such an ass.” Pulling back from you to study your face, Frank brought a hand up to cradle your jaw as he swiped away the remaining tears from your damp cheeks. “I didn’t mean to send ya home, darlin’. I just wanted you to sit on the couch while I cleaned up.” Continuing quickly as he watched your lips part with another apology, he added, “That ain’t your fault either. It definitely seemed like I was kickin’ ya out. That’s also on me.”

Nodding hesitantly, you leaned into him with a tired sigh. “Ok.”

“Did ya want me to leave, sweetheart? I know I scared you,”

“No!” Your hand came up to grasp his jacket, clinging to him fearfully. “Don’t leave me, Frankie, please.”

“Hey, hey, I ain’t leavin’ unless you want me to, darlin’.” Frank promised, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’m here as long as you’ll put up with me.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” You murmured, tracing a finger over the folds in his lapel.

“Then I’ll be here.” He assured you, stroking a hand over your back once again as he reclined, tugging you on top of him and covering you both with a blanket from the back of your couch. “Right here. Always.”

The pair of you sat in silence for a spell, focusing on getting your breathing back under control. Eventually, Frank pressed another kiss to your head before offering an explanation. “I shouldn’t have snapped atcha, sweet girl. I was tired, and irritated, and I let it out on all of you. That ain’t fair and I’ll try to keep my cool next time.”

Nodding gratefully against him, you mumbled a quivering “Thank you.”

“Of course, doll. I scared ya when I kicked ya out?” He asked, hoping you’d clarify so he could prevent this panic in the future.

“Mmhmm.” You confirmed. “I, um, I don’t do well when people raise their voices. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be sensitive.”

“Hey now,” Frank admonished as gently as he could. “I like my sensitive girl. I’ll try not to yell. I didn’t know it would bother you so much, darlin’.”

You shrugged. “People got angry with me a lot when I was a kid. Especially the men in my family. Maybe I was an easy target, I don’t know. But I jump to conclusions now because of it.”

“That makes sense, honey. That’s your brain tryin’ to protect you from big scary guys like me.” Frank joked, but you poked his chest.

“You’re not scary,” You chided. “Just big.”

He chuckled at that. “Well, I’ll try to keep bein’ ‘not scary’ and promise to listen whenever you choose to warn me about this stuff, ok?”

“Ok.” You agreed, lips twitching into a faint smile as he brushed his nose into your hair. Turning your face to his, your lips met in a sweet kiss.

“Have I done anythin’ else that bothers ya?” Frank asked, fear sparking in his chest.

Shaking your head vehemently, you snuggled into him. “No. You’re wonderful.”

“Ok. Just tell me, darlin’. I never want ya to be afraid of me.”

“‘M not afraid of you, Frankie. Promise.”

“Ok, sweetheart. Did ya wanna go to bed, or stay here for a bit?”

“Could we go to your place?” You asked timidly.

“Of course, love. But only if you let me carry you out to the car. My poor girl has had a rough day and it’s my job to make that up to her.”

You giggled. “Mmm kay.”

Frank spoke quietly to you as you traveled back to his apartment, talking about the book he was reading and what he was excited about for the holiday. You remained quiet, the exhaustion of your panic attack weighing on you, but you were filled with a pleasant warmth as Frank shared more of himself with you.

Once he’d carried you into his home and tucked you into bed, you were barely awake.

“Sleep well, sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Comforted by Frank’s rumbling promise, you drifted off, dreaming only of his smiling face.

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buckyhoney · 2 years

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𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this idea got stuck in my head, but enjoy another kinktober fic!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!frank castle x sub!reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, bondage, daddy kink, very light dumbification kink, light degrading kink, praise kink, oral (m receiving), face fucking, sorry for any missed typos!

"Look at you," Frank stepped back, admiring his work.

The knot was complex and tight around your skin- enough to leave little imprints.

You looked up through your eyelashes at the man towering over your body. The sight of the rope tied intracity around your chest alone was enough to cum- the way the thick rope highlighted your breasts and restrained your hands behind your back.

Tonight, Frank wanted to try something different than your usual. You weren't sure if you're like being this restrained, but when you caught a glimpse of yourself from the mirror behind him? You couldn't help but feel the flutter between your thighs.

"S'perfect," He mumbled, running the side of his finger under the side of your breast.

"What are you gonna do with me, Daddy?" Frank kneeled in front of you, dipping his hand between your legs, soothing your inner thigh.

"Hm, Daddy's gonna have so much fun with you, bunny." He smiles as his thumb runs over your clit.

Bunny.

Frank felt your pussy contract.

"You liked that one, didn't you?" The heat rose to your cheeks and you shyly nod.

He teased over your clit a few more times before pulling his hand away.

"You're gonna be a good little bunny and suck Daddy's cock, yeah?" Nodding gently, you settled back on your legs.

Frank stood up in front of you. His cock was already leaking with precum the moment he discarded his briefs. He's heavy and thick- it's a wonder how you're able to fit him inside you. The sight made your mouth water and reach to touch him, but you were stopped by the rope holding your wrists securely behind you.

"Aw, dumb bunny, did you forget you can't use your hands?" You could feel the arousal leak from your pussy.

"Daddy's gonna help you, you don't need to think about anything else except my cock." He stroked himself a few times in front of you, watching your eyes light up.

"Open." You stick your tongue out, waiting patiently for his next move.

Frank taps your tongue- teasing you, but you whine impatiently. He chuckles, slipping himself inside your mouth. Instinctually, you close your lips around his tip. You push forward, taking more of his length. Frank smiles at your obedience, caressing your cheek.

"Good girl. More." Obeying his command, you relax your jaw allowing him to push all of himself inside your mouth.

His tip grazes the back of your throat and you gag around him. Frank pulls himself out completely, letting you get a breath. Your chest heaves and your sounds are already horse.

"Just like that- 'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth now, okay?" Your pussy ached and you nodded eagerly, readjusting on your legs.

He gets a good grip on the back of your head before beginning with soft thrusts. There are incoherent curses each time he hits the back of your throat. You're looking up at him, not breaking eye contact- even as the saliva and precum drip down your chin.

Frank loved how obedient you are, how willingly you were to give up breath for a taste of his cock.

You kept attempting to reach for him, only to be reminded that it wasn't an option. It began to frustrate you and tears swelled in your eyes.

Frank watched as the tears trickled down the sides of your face as you fought against the rope. You knew it was a losing battle, the knots were too thick.

Oh, the tears. The tears.

"Oh, bunny, you look so fucking pretty crying over my cock-" He grunted, picking up the pace.

"That mouth- fuck- 'm gonna cum-" Soon your throat became numb and you're eyes fluttered open- the only thought running through your mind was his cum.

"Shit, bunny, s'perfect for me, choking my cock like that-" His thrust became sloppy and you're whining around him, begging for his cum.

Frank holds himself against your mouth as ropes of cum shoot down your throat. The moans get caught in his throat but escape with such rasp.

Pulling himself out, his cum spills around the corners of your mouth. You're gasping for air, but Frank kneels down and holds your throat. You stick your tongue out, showing him that you've swallowed all you could. Frank is beaming and brings his mouth to yours.

"That's my fucking girl, such an obedient slut." Frank is in awe of you, how eager you are to please him, and good you always make him feel.

"Daddy's so proud of you," Frank helps guide you to stand.

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headedstraightforfrankcastle · 1 year

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Frank screaming at you for the first time

TW: mention of violence/toxic relationship, mention of blood, title is pretty clear on the subject lol

Word count: 879

A/N: not edited, sorry for typos, feel free to make corrections!

It had been an accident. He would never willingly scream at you, but we all know that sometimes he gets a little… tense.

It was the middle of the night, you had been awake waiting for him and when he finally came home he was covered in (someone else’s) blood.

You immediately got on your feet to meet him in the middle of the living room, checking if he was hurt.

‘Are-are you okay?’ you’re a little hesitant, and he obviously noticed, so he simply shrugged and walked towards the kitchen.

Something was off: maybe the mission didn’t go as planned, maybe something had gone south, maybe he’d made a mess, maybe…

‘Stop following me, Y/N, I’m fine.’

‘You clearly are not… Frank, sit down and drink something, okay?’ You tried to control your voice as much as possible, but you were worried sick by the alienated look in his eyes, and all you wanted to do was help him cool down. ‘I’ll get something to get that stuff out of your face.’

‘There’s no need.’ His voice was a whisper full of rage. He was leaning against the door frame, watching something behind you, something that wasn’t really there.

‘Frank, sweetheart, please, you…’

And then he completely lost it: fire got a hold of his eyes and body, making him an agglomerate of nervous energy ready to combust right there, in front of you.

‘I said I’m fine, goddamnit!’

The sudden raise of his voice hit you like a punch in your stomach and made you stubble backwards.

You had always been very reactive in this kind of situation – it had become and habit after the toxic relationship you had come out a couple of years prior – and the first instinct that comes to your mind is to slap him back, right in the face.

‘Don’t you ever scream like that to me again, did you get it?’

Your voice was calm and steady, but anger was making you shiver.

Frank’s eyes widened – not for the pain, you hadn't hit him hard enough to hurt him –, but in realisation: he had gone too far. You both had.

He tried to say something, but you cut him off and walked toward the bathroom, closing the door behind you and sitting on the floor, as far away from it as possible.

Only when you hugged your legs and your back felt the coldness of the tiles you realised how scared you were: you’d never felt this way towards Frank, and you felt guilty and dirty.

You shouldn’t have slapped him. He wasn’t angry at you, but this way you gave him a reason to be. You couldn’t stop moving, sitting in the corner, replaying the sound of his voice in your head.

He wasn’t mad at you, and you knew it, but it was hard to believe it. He had never behaved like this, anyway.

Damn it.

You thought about going to talk to him, but at the moment it was easier just to sit there and hold tight onto yourself.

A soft knock filled the bathroom, followed by an hesitant, deep voice voice:

‘Y/N, are you okay in there?’

‘Yes, I’m-m fine, don’t worry.’ you tried to mask your tears, probably in vain.

‘May I come in..?’

Would he scream at you again?

‘Do whatever you want, Frank.’

The door opened, but you didn’t dare to look up. You heard his boots sliding on the floor. He sat legs crossed right in front of you and, with your chin on your knees and your eyes low, you saw him spread a hand towards you, letting it fall a moment later.

‘Listen, uhm… I’m sorry. I shouldn't have.. Damn it, I wasn’t mad at you. It was a rough night, but I shouldn’t ‘ve snapped like that. I’m sorry, baby, really.’

You could hear it in his voice that he was struggling. He wasn’t very good with excuses, but he sound…sincere.

‘I…I’m sorry I slapped you.’

His soft chuckled echoed in the room, and this time his hand reached your face to stroke your cheek.

‘Yeah, don’t worry about that. You’d every right to do it.’

You rose your head and your eyes met his: those deep brown eyes you love more than anything were now filled with shame and regret. He had cleaned his face of the blood, but blue marks were already forming around his features – together with a big red sign on his left cheek.

‘Promise me you won’t do it again.’

‘I swear, baby. Jesus, ‘m so sorry I-’

You didn’t let him finish. You threw yourself in his arms, happy to find the comfort and protection that for a moment you thought you had lost. He kissed you between your hair and hugged you so tight you could feel his heart beating fast against yours.

He lifted you from the ground and the next thing you knew you were both in bed, clang to one another, whispering soft words to each other.

After the episode he would check on you for days and he would be more careful. He knew you weren’t fragile, but he had hated how scared you had been because of him, and he would never let it happen again.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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😤 with Frank Castle 🧎‍♀️

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A jealousy headcanon

Oh. Oh boy.

Have you seen this guy?

Look, he knows you. He trusts you. He knows that you know who you're going home with at the end of the day.

That doesn't stop his blood from going hot when he sees someone putting the moves on you.

It could be at the bar. It could be at a party.

Frank doesn't make a scene. Hell, he doesn't need to.

He just comes and stands behind you and staaaaares whoever it is down.

You don't have to turn to see who it is.

Sometimes, you'll quip, "He's right behind me, isn't he," To the terrified flirt that's frozen with nerves

As your would-be suitor hurries to excuse yourself, you lean back against Frank, smiling as he curls his arms around you

"How's my grouch?" You murmur. He doesn't answer, just buries his face in your neck.

"That guy bothering you?" He mumbles.

"No, baby. Wanna go home?"

"Mhm."

Once you're home, Frank takes you apart, bit by bit, until you're a whimpering, moaning mess—

Until you can't even remember what that other person who spoke to you looked like

#Frank Castle x Reader #Frank Castle x You #Frank Castle imagine #Frank Castle headcanon #asks #replies #anon #Emoji prompts

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frankcastlescumslut · 8 months

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halloween headcanons

had a sick… sick thought… about Matt dressing up as the Punisher for halloween and Frank dressing up as Daredevil…..

can you imagine both of them, so grumpy and so stoic, absolutely despising (secretly loving) your love for the holiday because they knew what it meant for them.

“I don’t understand why we’re doin’ this,” Frank would grumble as he pulled at the uncomfortable leather and nylon that clung to his muscular build.

“Because it’s fun,” you would say, before handing him the helmet, “and because you love me.”

“I’m not sure who this is exactly fun for, sweetheart,” Matt would cheekily smile, shuffling his feet awkwardly, as you would adjust the heavy skull adorned kevlar.

“It’s fun for me,” you say, taking a step back and admiring your work with a sweet smile.

“Right,” Frank would huff a laugh. “And where’s your costume then?”

“That’s a great question, Castle,” Matt would cross his arms, pleased that you were finally being questioned.

“I’m wearing it,” you would say with a spin. “I’m the damsel in distress.”

#frank castle #matt murdock #the punisher #daredevil #frank castle headcanon #matt murdock headcanon #frank castle x matt murdock x reader #frank castle x matt murdock x f!reader #frank castle blurb #matt murdock blurb #oh my god? oh my god.

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blackbat05 · 1 year

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Red Wave

Frank Castle x Reader

Plot: The monthly monster descends on you. Nothing too bad for the great Punisher to handle.

Genre: PG-13 (Periods are natural so no warnings I guess?)

A/N: I know I said I’m on a break but it’s my coping mechanism during the monthly red wave okay😭 And Frank is just a giant space heater, I take no arguments.

Yeah, it’s here. AGAIN.

You go around doing your morning tasks, becoming increasingly fatigued, but you push it aside.

Your movements become more sluggish as afternoon hits and Frank sees you nestled in a blanket while you contemplate life on the living room couch.

The only thing that is peeking out from the blanket is the blank face of your emotional support plushie (mine’s a penguin☺️).

He gets down to business.

“Knock knock? I got you hot chocolate and pocky sticks.” And he sees the blanket move, revealing your bleary eyes.

Frank sits beside you, allowing you to lean on him as you sleepily sip on the drink and get a few sticks in.

If you’re like me and can’t stomach anything during the first few days, Frank brings back porridge from the nearby shop.

He helps you with whatever you need for the first few days, but once you get a little better, Frank pushes you for an easy exercise.

Matching your pace, he encourages you silently as you run around Hell’s Kitchen. You do feel better as you stretch your legs and let the blood circulate in your body.

Once finished, it’s a job well done. He gets whatever you want as a promise. You opted for chocolate waffles that day.

What’s an evening without cuddles? You are getting plenty of that as you settle into bed. Frank’s a GIANT space heater. Period.

In summary, your cycles can get real shitty but he manages to make it better every time. You can’t think what would it be like without him.

Nope, you don’t want to think about it.

I apologize for the minimal and unplanned content😅 I promise when life isn’t kicking my arse and I get my life together (soon), I will have better content. I hope you still enjoyed it!

#frank castle x reader headcanon #frank castle x reader #frank castle #frank castle headcanon #the punisher headcanon #the punisher x reader headcanon #the punisher x reader

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leahkenobi · 1 year

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hardcore bf material.

#the punisher #the punisher 2017 #frank castle fluff #frank castle #kastle #frank castle imagine #jon bernthal #marvel #daredevil #daredevil s2 #frank castle x reader #frank castle headcanon

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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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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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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frank castle/the punisher masterlist

»— anything marked with an astrik contains explicit content. minors dni.

»— all work is my own. please do not repost anywhere else without my consent.

☾ one shots

→ you gonna let me be good to you?*

→ like a wrecking ball.*

→ lavender haze.* | lavender haze (dark mode version)*

→ return the favor.* (matt murdock & frank castle)

☾ series/multiparts

→ the bodyguard [in progress]

→ pretty.* | look at me.*

→ really bad week. | missed you.*

→ jealousy.* | forgiveness.* | revenge.* (poly!frank x matt)

☾ requests

→ don't hold back.*

→ i'd do anything for you.

→ magic hands.

→ let me help.

→ don't want no trouble.

→ love to watch you work.* (frank castle & billy russo)

→ let that go.

→ we'll make it work.

→ we get through it together.

→ pancakes.

→ right here.

→ dessert.

→ bulletproof.

→ the blip.

☾ blurbs/headcannons/drabbles

→ frank castle & dating apps

→ frank castle & your birthday

→ frank castle & a partner with a tongue piercing*

→ frank castle & a partner with nipple piercings*

→ baking with matty & frankie

→ let me love you anyway

→ divine.*

→ home movies.*

→ being married to frank castle.

☾ thots*

→ frankie & positions

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amhrosina · 2 years

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MCU Men Finding Out You're Pregnant (Pregnancy Headcanons//Pt. 1)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

Requests are open.

A/N: This is part 1 of a requested headcanon - I'm planning on expanding this into a headcanon series, where we follow reader through their pregnancy and relationships with the different characters! domesticated bucky/frank i'm coming for you. I hope you enjoy!

Link to Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Frank Castle:

You knew Frank would be happy about it, so you plan a little surprise to tell him.

He gets home one night and you’re still up, sitting at the kitchen table. He’s confused because usually you’re asleep by the time he gets home.

“I got you something.”

“I told you to stop doing that, sweetheart.”

He opens the small gift bag and pulls out a pair of tiny combat boots that match his favorite pair.

“Well, I think they’re gonna be too small.”

“They’re not for you, Frank.”

You slide a positive pregnancy test across the table. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. You’re ecstatic because this is probably the only time you’ll ever be able to really surprise Frank.

His smile is so wide you think his cheeks must be hurting.

“You pregnant, baby?”

You answer with a smile. He scoops you into his arms, spinning you around.

His face is wet with tears when he sets you down. He rests his forehead on yours.

Frank says it’s going to be a girl. You hope it’s a boy so you can have a mini-Frank running around.

You sway back and forth for hours, dancing around the kitchen as you plan the rest of your lives together.

Matt Murdock:

You were up late one night, folding laundry when Matt scrambled through the window, scaring the shit out of you in the process.

“Jesus, Matt. What’s wrong?”

His helmet hits the ground, and he moves towards you; head tilted. He was listening to something, but you couldn’t tell what.

You watch as he took a deep breath, enveloping you into his arms and cradling you against his chest.

“Did something happen?” You mumble into his chest.

“I think you need to take a pregnancy test, baby.”

You rear back, looking into his smiling face. You had been trying to get pregnant for a few months, but you didn’t have the heart to take a test this month, expecting another negative.

He follows you into the bathroom, reluctant to let go of your hand.

“Matt, I’m gonna need both of my hands to do this.”

You watch as the pregnancy test almost immediately turns positive. Matt picks up on your elevated heartrate.

“How did you know?”

“I can hear their tiny heartbeat. It’s soft, but it’s there. I heard it a couple blocks away.”

He cradles your face, kissing you softly on the forehead.

“You’re going to be a daddy, Matty.”

He spends the night resting his head on your stomach, listening to the baby’s heartbeat and lovingly running a hand up and down your thigh.

Billy Russo:

Your pregnancy is the result of a friends-with-benefits relationship with Billy.

You’ve been avoiding Billy for two weeks, not knowing how to tell him.

He shows up at your apartment one night, demanding an explanation for the radio silence.

“I’m pregnant. It’s yours.”

He goes stark white, color draining from his face. He immediately asks how you know it’s his.

“Considering you’re the only man I’ve fucked for the last three months, Billy, I thought it’d be safe to assume that the baby is yours.” You say through gritted teeth.

You watch him pace around your living room, anxious because you knew what was coming next.

“Do you need money to get rid of it?”

You angrily push him out of your apartment, slamming the door in his face.

He begs you to open the door so you could figure out how to deal with it, but his question told you everything you needed to know. If you wanted to raise this baby, you’d have to do it alone.

You spend the rest of the night crying in your bed, mourning your friendship with Billy. You vow to avoid him forever.

He spends the next few weeks trying to corner you into talking to him. He shows up at your job, calls you non-stop, even has Frank try to convince you to talk to him, but you refuse.

You accepted the fact that Billy would no longer be a part of your or your child’s life, but that didn’t keep you from missing him.

sorry not sorry, billy's hot but he'd react so terribly to this

Bucky Barnes:

Let’s be honest: Bucky as a dad would be so fucking hot.

Bucky and you had been trying to get pregnant for months before you asked the doctor to check your fertility.

You and Bucky were heartbroken to hear that a pregnancy would be unlikely, but Bucky reassured you that he’s open to exploring other options.

“We could adopt or try surrogacy. Or not. Whatever you’re comfortable with, doll.”

You had long accepted the fact that you weren’t going to be able to carry Bucky’s children yourself when you started feeling the symptoms of morning sickness.

Bucky was concerned, but you brushed it off, claiming it was a stomach bug. You didn’t want to get either of your hopes up.

Currently, you were staring at the three positive pregnancy tests sitting on your bathroom counter.

You could barely hold it together long enough to call Bucky into the room. Tears streamed down your face.

He runs in, concern painted on his face. His eyes go wide when he sees the pregnancy tests.

“Holy shit. Oh my GOD! We’re gonna be parents!”

You jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He squeezes you (lightly lol he has to be careful with that vibranium arm), spinning in circles as tears leak out of his eyes.

Peter Parker (Tom Holland):

This is post-No Way Home & MJxPeter was not a thing prior to this. Peter is a little naïve here, but he’s in college and what college aged man do you know that isn’t a little naïve??

Peter is shocked when he climbs through your window to find you sobbing into your hands.

He crouches down in front of you, trying to figure out who he needed to kill for upsetting you.

“Peter...I think I’m pregnant.”

Peter and you had been seeing each other on and off for over a year, but you’d never spoken to each other about a future together.

He sits in contemplation, watching the tears stream down your face. He gently grasps your hands in his own.

“Baby, it’s okay. We’ll get through this, okay?”

“Don’t tell me you’re happy about this. This is the worst thing that could’ve happened to us, and you know it.”

Peter blinks, shaking his head. He knew what you were doing – trying to give him an out so that he wouldn’t feel tethered to you.

“Is that what you think? That I wouldn’t be happy with you? I love you. Can’t you see that by now?”

You squeeze his hands when he admits his love for you. It’s what you’ve wanted to hear for months, but you were never bold enough to admit that to him.

You point out that you’re both still in college, and what little money you have saved won’t cover something as expensive as a baby.

“We'll figure it out, okay? Our baby will be so loved. That’s what's important. The money and everything else we’ll figure out as we go, okay?”

He lightly kisses your nose, rubbing his hand over your stomach.

“Peter? Do you think our baby will get the spider stuff, too?”

“I hope not. Could you imagine walking in to feed them in the middle of the night and finding them on the ceiling? Not fun.”

End Note: This was requested and I had to make at least one of these angsty because let's be honest, billy russo would not handle this news well at first. Nonnie originally requested all of the Marvel men I write for, but I'm still working out how I'm planning on writing Marc/Steven & Druig, so I left them out of this one. Also, I picked Tom's Spider Man and just aged him up a little because I found that gif of Tom Holland that I just had to use. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

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sunflowersandsapphires · 2 months

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Valentine's Day HCs

As promised, here are some headcanons with our favorite boys on Valentine's Day!

I hope you all have a fantastic day and get to spend time with the people you love! (Remember that ALL types of love are equally valid! Don't listen to society, ok?)

Matt

Given how clueless he is in general (poor boy has so much on his mind) I don’t think this holiday would stand out to him unless he was asked to care about it?

At least not if it was the first one he was celebrating with you. I think practice and “traditions” so to speak would make it easier for him to be romantic on Valentine’s day

If he does remember that the 14th isn’t just another day in February, he’d be so sweet and loving, asking you to stay over the night before or the night of so he can look after you

If you prefer a lowkey celebration: he’d order takeout, cuddle you for hours, pick up a special treat from your favorite bakery, just being a little sweetheart

If you prefer a grand-gesture type holiday, I think you’d need to lay out exactly what he needed to do, but trust that he’d blow your expectations out of the water all the same

I think for Valentine’s day he’d prefer to fall asleep wrapped in your arms, but he’d also appreciate flowers.

Frank

Frank thinks he’s doing the bare minimum but he will do no less than flowers, chocolates, and a nice dinner. It just doesn’t compute in his brain that there is an option to do “less” than that.

After being married for so long, he has Valentine’s day DOWN. This man is buying gifts in January, ordering custom chocolates from an actual shop, getting you a bouquet of roses AND one of your favorite flowers

He’s just so romantic, even if he doesn’t think that about himself

While Matt would be comfortable with grand gestures if you asked for one, I think this would make Frank very nervous.

Once he gets over the whole “I don’t need anyone. I don’t want to risk someone else” thing, he’d be devastatingly affectionate and terrified of fucking up

I think he regrets not doing more with Maria during their marriage so prepare for a nervous boy if you ask for something specific. He will be NEEDING reassurance that he purchased the right thing or wore the right outfit.

For himself, he wouldn’t ask for anything but if you bought him a practical gift or a nice baked good, he’d be over the moon.

Mikey

I think Mikey would want (or even need depending on general safety things) to have a more lowkey celebration but he’d be as romantic as you wanted behind closed doors.

Would also be pretty nervous about “getting it right” and would probably do or buy unnecessary things in an attempt to please you

Do you NEED a giant teddy bear? No. But you’re getting one anyway.

I think he’d opt for larger gifts as well. For example, getting you a necklace instead of chocolates.

He’s truly just excited to spend time with you. He’ll set the whole day aside if possible and just refuse to leave your side

He’d cook for you and try to keep you in bed for as long as possible

For him, he’d enjoy anything you gave him, truly. I could see him really enjoying a ring (not engagement of course) but something for him to fidget with that reminds him of you.

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buckyhoney · 2 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this idea came from an ask i got that was just so good i couldn't help but write a little something for it! this does have major dom/sub-elements- this might get another part because daddy frank makes me wanna whore out lmao

inspired by this ask

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!frank castle x sub!reader

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, fingering, innocence kink, daddy kink, praise kink, sorry for any missed typos!

You wanted to say it, but you didn't mean to say it. It just... slipped out.

He comes to a hault, still holding your legs wide open. It was as if someone sucked all the air out of the room. Your heart is pounding against your chest and the heat of embarrassment spreads throughout your body.

You killed the moment, you thought, waiting for something to happen.

Frank's eyes go dark and his head spins with all the new ideas coming to mind. His cock ached inside his briefs at the soft- "Please, daddy!" that managed to escape your throat. He wanted needed to hear you say it again.

"What did you call me?" The rasp in his voice grew thicker and darker, watching your face wince.

"... daddy..." It was even softer than the last time.

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Oh, he loved how small you sounded- how innocent you became. He found it- the thing that makes you feel tiny and submissive.

Frank yanked your hips down to meet his throbbing, clothed cock. He leans down, lips pressing against yours harshly. It's impatient and needy; he grinds himself against your cunt.

His lips trail to your jaw, his hand holding it still.

"Say it again." His voice is all you can hear.

"Daddy-" He practically moans into your ear.

"That's what we're doing now, huh? You're gonna be my baby girl-" Arousal is leaking out of you, coating your folds and seeping through the fabric of his briefs.

You whimper a pathetic 'yes', and nod frantically.

"You're gonna let daddy take care of you?" Frank curses under his breath, feeling the heartbeat against his cock.

"Gonna be daddy's favorite girl?" Your brain is foggy, and all you can do is nod.

Frank's fingers slide down the side of your body, stopping right above your clit. You whine, hiding your face in his shoulder.

"Already so responsive," His fingers dip between your folds.

He moans at how slick and sensitive you are. Frank teases your clit, circling it with his finger- watching you squrim and buck your hips. You whine once more.

"You're so impatient, little one. We're gonna have to work on that." He coos, slipping two fingers inside you.

Your cunt pulsates around him, clenching his fingers and your eyes squeeze shut. Frank chuckles as he flutters his fingers into your g-spot.

"S'good, daddy, m'fingers feel so good-" The words are strung together, but Frank still hears it.

Daddy.

"That's right, daddy's making you feel this good." He continues to thrust his fingers inside you, warming and stretching you out.

Pleasure overwhelms your body; it's a new sensation you've never felt with him before- it was better than anything either of you has felt before.

With his other hand, he pulls his cock free. It's slick with precum and begging to feel you. Frank moans when he pulls his fingers out of you.

You pout, whining at the loss of pleasure.

"You'll cum soon, little one, don't worry." Arousal is dripping from his fingers, and he brings them to your lips.

"Open up, princess." The simple instruction had your thighs squeezing together.

You part your lips, and Frank slowly pushes his two long fingers inside. Moaning around them, you hallow your cheeks- sucking off all your juices. Frank's mouth parts while he watches you suck on his fingers. He pushes further inside, and you eagerly take them with ease.

He had unlocked a level of you that he's never seen. The obedient, eager to please, submissive side of you that he has quickly become addicted to.

"You really are daddy's girl, aren’t you?"

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