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prettykittycastle · 1 year

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She's just a fan

Summary: Frank doesn't like how much of a fan you are of Daredevil.

(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: Multiple orgasms, jealous!Frank, possessive!Frank, mention of Daredevil, dirty talk, doggystyle)

"Quit it," Frank told you for the third time that night, taking a hold of the back of your shirt and pulling on it, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

"Frank," you whined, squeezing the bedsheets between your fingers and trying your hardest to not run from his dick again.

"Shut up," you heard him say before you felt the harsh slap he landed on your right ass cheek. "You like Red so much, say his fucking name."

"Please," you whimpered, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching. "I'm gonna cum again!"

"You gonna cum, huh? Whose dick you gonna cum on? Hmm?"

"Yours," you cried.

"Not Red's?"

"Yours, Frank, yours," you cried out before closing your eyes, letting out another cry as your orgasm soared through your body. The effects of your orgasm reached all the way from your core to your fingertips and your body began to slump forward onto the bed as Frank continued to fuck you through it.

"Fucking soaking me baby," Frank groaned, looking down at himself as he continued to go in and out of you. The feeling of your tight walls squeezing him made him slow his thrusts down, but he still held onto you, making sure you don't try to run from him again.

He was going to make sure you knew who you (and that pussy) belonged to and assure you that it was not and never will be Red or A.K.A. Daredevil.

Few hours before...

"Five gang members were delivered to the police station by none other than the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or as some folks know him as Daredevil," the news woman reported. "Like many other times, the masked vigilante was only seen for a brief second outside the station before people nearby claimed to..."

You were getting ready for work when you heard the news about another criminal being stopped by Daredevil. Frank was just getting up, about to make himself breakfast when he heard the TV and found you standing in front of it, already wearing your work clothes, looking at the amatuer photo of Daredevil displayed on the TV screen with the news woman continuing the story in the background.

"What's up," he asked walking up behind you and giving you a quick kiss on your cheek.

The feel of his lips made you turn and look away from the handsome man on the TV and to the handsome man that was in your home.

"Daredevil caught some gang members and dropped them off at the police station before disappearing," you told him, can't help turning back to the TV to see that his photo was still on the screen, only that it was now shrunk to fit in the corner of it.

Raising his eyebrow, Frank couldn't help but notice the excitement and admiration that was in your voice when you spoke about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. The very few times his existence was brought up in the past during conversations, that excitement and admiration was always present then.

He's a hero, she's just a fan, Frank reasoned. That's all...Right?

He noticed the way you were still looking at the TV and felt a spark of jealousy begin in him. No way, he thought. Not fucking Red.

"You're really invested in him," he said, inspecting your body language.

"Yeah, I guess I got a thing for vigilantes," you told him, looking over at him teasingly.

The small grin Frank made was one that was forced as he felt that jealous spark quickly grow to a small flame. You would have noticed how forced the grin was if you weren't paying so much attention to the photo.

"Didn't you fight him before?"

Your question made him clench his jaw in restrained anger at the fact that you were so interested in him.

"Yeah, a while ago. We're on, uh...neutral terms now."

"Did you ever...," you turned your eyes away from the screen and continued getting ready, gathering what you need and placing them in your bag, while trying to ask Frank your question. " see his face?"

"His face?" He clenched his jaw harder and tried to control his voice to not show his annoyance.

"Yeah. Did you ever, like, get the mask off and see his face?"

Even without Karen telling him who he was, Frank had been figured out who the man was behind the mask but kept it to himself out of respect.

"Uh, yeah," he replied, going to the kitchen and fixing himself a cup of coffee.

"What'd he look like?"

The question he was dreading. He wanted you to so badly stop talking about Red, but he was scared that if he voiced it, you would quickly pick up on his jealousy.

"You a fan of his, baby?" He hoped you wouldn't notice him avoiding the question.

"A little. A while back, he once stopped some guys from robbing me."

He furrowed his brow, remembering that you had spoken of seeing him in action once, but never getting the chance to thank him for saving you.

"I guess since then I might have started having a crush on him and maybe become a huge fan."

Asshole. While Frank was thankful that he saved you, he was still pissed off that the altar boy had a place in your heart, even if that place was small compared to his. The fact that it existed pissed him the fuck off.

"Shit, I gotta go," you grabbed your keys and your jacket and quickly made your way over to Frank to give him a goodbye kiss. "Love you."

"Love you, too," he told you, forcing his smile. He watched as you hurried and left and he instantly dropped the smile from his face.

Just a fan. Not like she wants to fuck him or nothing. But she was looking at that fucking picture for a long time.

Frank was a person who, while he did sometimes feel self-conscious about certain things, never actually experienced being insecure. Especially like this. Especially not because of an asshole like Red.

All day it stayed on his mind. How much you wanted to know about Daredevil and how you were such a fan of him drove him crazy. The second you walked through the door from work, Frank was instantly on you, ripping off your (pants or skirt), and quickly fucked you against the closed door. When you finally came, he didn't give you time to ask about his horny-ness and picked you up and carried you to the bedroom where he threw you down on the bed, turned you on your hands and knees, and went back to fucking you.

Now...

"Whose is it," Frank pulling on your shirt harder. Once he felt that your orgasm was ending, he quickened his thrusts again, hitting your G-spot over and over again determined to have you cum again for him.

"Yours," you cried, your legs beginning to shake from the combined effort of holding your body up and the overwhelming pleasure Frank was giving you.

"This pussy belongs to me?" He kept hold of your shirt and grabbed your hip, pulling you against him more.

"Yes," you gasped, the constant fire inside you spread through your body without warning and suddenly your mind was hazed over and the pleasure was too good. So good that you could hardly speak.

"Good girl," he moaned, finally stopped thrusting, feeling your walls squeeze his dick, more of your juices covering him.

The haze over your mind lasted for what felt like minutes, but were really seconds. The fire in your body was still there, but lessened and feeling that Frank had stopped thrusting, you tried to gather the strength you had left in you and try to crawl forward, away from him, specifically his dick.

Taking deep breaths, Frank watched in amusement as you crawled or attempted to crawl away from him. He let you get a few inches away, and finally when he saw that you had gotten far enough that only his tip was in you, decided to reign you back in.

"Where you going," he asked, gently pulling on your shirt. You had forgotten that he was holding it. "Bring my pussy back."

"Please, Frankie," you whined, looking over your shoulder to him, trying to ease his tip out of you, but he wouldn't let you. "Why?"

"You talk bout Red like you want him," he growled out, slowly pushing the rest of his length back into you.

"Aaah!" You screamed, not wanting to, but feeling the fire begin back inside you. "I don't want him. I swear."

"Mmm," he hummed, pushing the rest of his self into you, his tip going straight for your G-spot, causing you to cry out as the fire grew more intense.

"I won't talk about him ever again," you gasped as Frank started back fucking you. Your arms couldn't hold yourself up anymore and you let yourself fall flat on the bed, your ass remaining in the air as Frank continued to fuck you. "I promise I won't bring him up again. Baby, I swear I won't."

"I know you won't," he murmured, feeling your tight, but slick walls squeezing him tighter and tighter with each thrust. "My good girl knows she's mine." His thrusts were beginning to lose their rhythm and was now becoming rushed and you knew that he was close to cumming.

Just like him, you were close to cumming again and you let out little whimpers as he kept hitting your G-spot more and more.

"Where you want it, good girl," he asked, his hips slamming against your asscheeks over and over, making them sore.

It took you a second to answer as the fire inside you quickly became hotter and hotter. "Inside me. Please, Frank."

It only took one more thrust, his tip hitting your G-spot one last time, for you to cum for the last time, but when you did, it felt as if everything around you was suddenly gone and the air was knocked out of your lungs. Your pussy squeezed him so tight and you creamed around him so much that Frank couldn't control himself and he quickly stopped thrusting and came inside you, his thick, hot cum filling you up even more.

"Damn," he groaned, looking down at the amount of cream you left on him. My little creamer, he affectionately called you in his head.

Pulling himself out, he let out deep groan at the sight of some of his cum, slowly dripping out of you.

"(Y/N)," he turned you over and laid you on your side to see that you were trying to catch your breath and regain control of your limbs while your body was still reeling from your orgasm.

"I'll get you some water, okay," he told you, leaning down and gently laying a kiss upon your forehead. "After you're done drinking, I'll run you a bath." He pulled away, got off the bed, and left the room to go get your water and begin preparing your bathwater.

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes from your deep sleep was the puppy dog eyes of your Frank. He was laying on his side, looking at you with a peaceful smile, but his eyes looked guilty.

"Hey," you leaned forward and gave him a kiss, which he gladly reciprocated. "Why you look like that?"

"Like what?"

"Guilty," you answered. You suddenly felt the need to pee and pulled the covers back, ready to sit up, but stopped. You frowned as you felt how sore your pussy was and your legs were also sore and heavy. "Shit."

"I might've been a little rough last night," he said, looking sheepish, but you could tell from the blush in his cheeks that he was also a little proud of himself. "Sorry bout that."

"S'fine."

He shook his head and furrowed his brows at you, his guilt now showing on his face. "I shouldn't have been jealous about Red like that. I know you'd never want that asshole."

"It's okay, Frank. I shouldn't be fangirling over him so much. I already have my hero right here."

Your words did exactly what you hoped they would and you smiled as Frank began to blush even harder.

"I already called your job and told them you weren't feeling good today. Whatever you need, let me know. I'll do it for you."

"Can you pick me up and take me to the bathroom, please?"

A proud smile spread across his face and he happily leaped out of bed and made his way over to your side. "Whatever you want, your highness."

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c-nstantine · 7 days

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the things i would do for a man like frank castle

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle x black!reader

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honeycomx · 9 months

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Remember The Rain

Domesticated!Frank Castle x Black!reader

a/n: random ex and you’re gonna be an Apple user today.

Warnings: Angst, Cheating, Cursing, Violence, Smut ↴

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You weren’t a stupid girl at all.

Things had changed in your relationship with Frank, you could feel it. You’d noticed the things he would do for you before now seemed foreign due to his recent absence. For the past three months it had been like that. But you chopped it up to him being exhausted due to the extra shifts he’d pull at night at the construction site. The extra hours wasn’t the issue, hell you were even pulling some at the hospital. Y’all were making plans to buy a house instead continuing to rent so it wasn’t out of the ordinary. But his distance was.

Even though you were working just like him, you still found time to spend with him, or attempt to anyway. He would give the, now, common excuses of ‘I’m tired honey’ or ‘I have to work a little later’ or ‘maybe another day’. And honestly now, it was becoming suspicious and hurtful of his avoidance of you these past few weeks. And to make it even worse, he hadn’t touched you in two, which was definitely not like him. He seemed to have infinite stamina when it came to sex, you knew. He could go on for hours and hours, dusk to dawn, from position to position. He was like a starved beast when it came to getting his rocks off. But recently his appetite was more sated, and you hadn’t been feeding him.

‘So who was?’ That was first thought that came to your mind. Doubt was flooding through your mind, every time you saw him laugh at his phone, leave for work, or even watch television. You just wanted to know if every ‘I love you’, passionate kiss, sweet messages sent, or intimate moments shared with him were genuine and real. Or was he just doing these things to keep you with him, in fear of being alone.

You couldn’t take it anymore but you didn’t have the heart to confront him with proof. If he wasn’t, you would terrible but your gut saying your feelings were spot on. You didn’t want to risk him knowing you had your suspicions, in fear he would stop his actions. You wanted him to be real with you. You knew he wouldn’t tell the truth, because he knew he had a lot to lose with you. And unbeknownst to him, even a child. Yes, you were pregnant. But you wouldn’t be for long, if he was cheating. And you were going to find out if an appointment needed to made soon…

“Damn 3:30 to midnight is different for you.” Frank said as he passed you your car keys and lunch from the kitchen counter.

“Yeah but we need the money and duty calls.” You grabbed your coat and badge before opening the front door.

“Alright babe see you later.” Frank said making his way to couch to resume watching his football game.

“No kiss?” You called out before he sat. Usually he would automatically give you one, without question.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said running back to give you a quick peck. This time he watched as you made your way to your car, just in front of your shared home.

“Have a good shift.” He called out, as you loaded in to the car. After blowing him a kiss and sending him a wave, you started the car, before making your 25 mins journey to your ‘shift’ at work.

“You really think he cheating?” Your cousin and co-worker, Bianca asked as you settled into the driver side of her vehicle. You were in the parking lot of the job y’all shared. To Frank’s knowledge, she asked to pick up a shift with her this evening. But in reality, She was letting you used her vehicle to devise your plan. In case, you had to follow Frank, you didn’t want to use a familiar car.

“Yes. He’s been acting real distance and I don’t know, I just have this weird feeling about him lately.” You expressed your doubt to her. She seemed shocked about it, to her knowledge, y’all had a fairytale type of relationship. You rarely had any problems in your relationship with Frank in the 5 years y’all had been together. In fact, prior to this, just a few months back, you told her you suspected he was going to propose soon, since you caught him looking up engagement rings. This was a huge turn in events.

“Have you talked to him about it?” She questioned, leaning against the downed window.

“No but I don’t feel like I should. I feel like he’s hiding something or someone. I know my intuition isn’t off.”

“We’ll do you got anything on you that he could track?” She asked, making sure you don’t have anything that could get you caught.

“No, I turned my location on my phone. But my iPad is in the car so my location shows I’m here. Plus here’s my keys if I don’t find anything in time. I’ll just meet you back at your house.” You handed her your car key, which she pocketed before glancing at the time, and cursing under her breath.

“Okay Y/N. I love you and be safe. I gotta go clock in. Call if you need me. You know I ain’t got no problem leaving this job.” She assured, giving you a pointed look.

“Thank you, Bee.” You muttered as the two of shared a hug through the window. She said one last goodbye before jogging her way into the work building for her shift.

It had been a little over three hours since you arrived back at the house. You parked on the adjacent street a few houses up but close to where you could still see your home. And luckily, when you had gotten back from the job, Frank’s car was still parked and the light was still on in the living room, indicating his presence. You tried to busy yourself by aimlessly scrolling through multiple social medias to ease your nerves. But your mind was running like a faucet.

The thought of Frank stepping out on you had you worried, you truly loved him and eagerly wanted to start family and settle down with him. You hoped you were just overreacting, you hoped he had the same thing in mind. But you couldn’t deny the way you felt, you wouldn’t be able to continue on with him, knowing your feelings. You felt the waterworks coming, you really didn’t want your heart broken again especially by Frank. You wanted him to be the one, didn’t want all that time invested to be for nothing.

Wiping the stray tear from your eye, you glanced back at your front door, this time it opened, your eyes widened, you sat up in your seat to get a better look. Frank stood in the doorway with different attire from earlier and his hair had a curly silkier look to it as well as his beard. He had recently showered. You watched as looked up and down the street as if he we’re waiting for something or someone…

You watched his face visibly light up as if he spotted what he was looking for. And you followed his gaze. Lo and behold, there she was, a slender blonde with nice perky ass and titties to match. She was a bombshell. Her attributes were the complete opposite of yours. She had long streaks of straight golden blonde hair, whereas yours was kinky cloud like mass of brown/black curls. Her body was slender and toned, more athletic build. And your body was thicker and wider, a more chubby build, and it didn’t help that you were carrying either. You watch as she threw her arms around Frank’s neck, as he wrapped his around her waist, they accepted each other gracefully. A shaky gasp left your lips, as their locked in passion. Frank pulled his mistress closer as they continue their heated make-out, pulling her into the home before shutting the door behind them. You slumped back into the seat in defeat, after witnessing the dreadful scene in front of you. Frank was cheating.

Tears started flowing like a river, you stared at your desecrated home in complete despair. Never would you have thought in the few years you were with Frank that he would do cheat. He made it seem like the love you two mentally, physically, and emotionally, shared was irreplaceable. Only for him to turn around share his love with another. The sadness you felt quickly turned to anger the more you thought about it. At first you wanted to just leave but you knew Frank would deflect if you confronted him later. So you decided to do it now while the evidence was undeniable.

Minutes passed before you hurriedly gotten out of the off car and crossed to the street, taking the path up to your once cozy row home. Unlocking the door quietly, so you wouldn’t announce your presence to the pair. As your slowly creaked open the front door, you noticed the lower level was empty of life, besides the television playing sport reruns. As you were about to further scope out the place, you heard it, above the sound of the loud broadcasters, the slow creaking of the bedsprings coming from y’all shared bedroom entering the the lower to which you stood in, unbeknownst to the latter above.

“Frankie…please.” The broad moaned.

The cold sensation that racked through your body, was something not even the thickest of coats or furs could ease. It made the realization set in more that your boyfriend of 5 years was just above your head, making a another woman cry out his name in y’all home when it should’ve been you. The cold feeling had yet to shake, but you mustering up whatever strength you had left and began climbing the stairs, being sure to avoid alerting them of your presence.

Your heart sunk further as you made your way up the stairs, closing in on the bedroom. The creaking of the springs increased, the sound of skin being pounded against skin grew louder, the smacking of lips against each other became evident, as well the soft groans coming from Frank, who you thought was your boyfriend, as he made love to his affair lover. As you reached the top of the stairs, the site of men and women clothing being scattered like roses leading to the slightly opened bedroom made you sick. The fact that some of those articles of clothing were Frank’s made you even more sick.

Taking small cautious steps towards the bedroom, you were finally able to see the situation for what it was, though it brought tears to your eyes. In front of you was Frank, as bare as a newborn baby, his sweaty scratch filled back was facing you as he held her petite body in place by her small hips as he rapidly battered himself in her arched bottom, as her upper half was burrowed in the sheets.

“Fuck Frank! Don’t stop baby. I’m so close..”

You halted in your tracks, you recognized that voice as Jessica, his ex. She had called Frank’s phone multiple times, when you both first made it official. Her high-pitched voice screamed at Frank through voicemails, call him everything but a child of God. You were present as he listened, he warned you to block her because of her craziness, and vouched that he did the same. Apparently, that was a bald-faced lie.

Enough was enough, you had seen everything you needed to see. You slammed the door open, the two instantly jumped apart, screams left Jessica’s lip as she quickly faced the doorway, pulling your bedsheet over her nude body. Frank immediately covered his hardened appendage. You stared down the two, anger masked your face. The look of horror etched on both their face would’ve been priceless if the situation wasn’t happening.

“Baby.” Frank stated as you made threatening steps toward him. All while, Jessica immediately gotten off the bed, tossing on Frank’s discarded shirt.

“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me Frank. 5 years of my life gone down the drain for this bitch,” You screamed, pointing towards her. “The same bitch who broke your heart in the first place. Then you do what she did to you to me?! Me?! Like I fucking deserve it!”

“Well honey,” Jessica spoke, making you send a menacing glare her way. “I don’t know what you expected, he was beating my walls down for 10 years before he beating yours. You should’ve known I wasn’t going anywhere.” She snared, place her manicured hand on her hip.

“Excuse me?!” You asked, wondering where her audacity came from.

“I don’t think I stuttered. I mean look at you.” She spat, looking at you in complete disgust.

Your fists balled up in anger as your eye slightly twitched. Frank already knew what was about to happen next. You leaped across the bed, Jessica screamed as she saw you coming. Before you could reach her, Frank’s arms wrapped around your midsection, pulling you back to his nude form.

“Let go of me Frank!” You yelled, trying to pull him arms off of you, kicking and screaming as he made distance between you two.

“Jessica get out of here now!” Frank urged, struggling to hold you back. Not needed to be told twice, she ran out, swiftly gathering her discarded clothes.

Seeing her run away, added fuel to you fire.

“Fucking let go!” You screamed, thrusting the heel of your foot onto Frank’s toes.

“Son of a bitch!” He yelled out in pain, immediately letting you go.

Wasting no time, you went bounding after her, catching up quickly, surprising her with your speed. As she ran down the stairs to the front door, you clog covered foot made connect with the center of her back, sending her flying down the rest of the way, and smacking the hardwood floors with a pained scream, her clothes scattering out, no doubt causing her to bruise her skin.

Your rage blinded you as you went after her. Your sense of rational thinking, left the moment you walked in on them. And her words didn’t help, even though it was the truth. Still her willingness to disrespect you, your relationship and your home, was not something she was going to get away with. She had walked in to your home with all the confidence in the world but she damn sure wasn’t going to leave with it and maybe not her teeth either.

“First you fuck my man! In my bed!,” you yelled gripping her blonde streaks, causing her to yelp in pain. “Then you come in my house and have the audacity to disrespect me! You have lost your damn mind!” You screamed, landing blow after blow on her body, almost after every vowel. Her cries of pain as she desperately tried to fight you off, brought you sense of bliss, in this trying time. Not matter how much, she yelled, bit, scratched, or hit, she couldn’t fend you off.

You could hear Frank fumbling around above before descending the stairs as y’all fought.

“Jesus Y/N! That’s enough!” Frank yelled, running to you, now sporting a pair of sweats. He yanked you from the girl, causing you to fall back from her, making land on your back.

He rushed to pull the pummeled Jessica further away from you and to her feet, letting her lean on him for security as she steadied herself.

“Get me away from her!” She whimpered, leaning further in to him.

“You shouldn’t have been here in the first place?! You home wrecking whore!”

“Both of you stop it!” Frank commanded, standing in between the both of you.

“Like hell I will. She’s got 10 seconds to get the fuck outta my house before I drag her ass out.”

“No you won’t Y/N, you already went too far.” Frank retorted.

“I went too far! You were fucking that home wrecking bitch in my bed. Then she has the nerve to be smug and disrespectful to me about it. And now, I’m the bad guy, I’m the fucking victim!” You couldn’t believe his willingness to defend her.

“Y/N, you still went too far. She might need to go to hospital!”

“You know what, Frank? You telling me that like I’m supposed to care?! But since you love and care about her so much more than your fucking girlfriend?? You can take the bitch there and she move in with you cause I’m fucking done!”

Without giving him a chance to give a rebuttal, you sped back up the stairs to the bedroom, you’d soon previously shared with your, now, ex-boyfriend. Tears start to flow as you threw the closet open, you grabbed your duffel bag immediately ransacking your dressers, tossing whatever clothing and necessities you needed. You were done with Frank, there wasn’t anything to talk about. Seeing how he treated her, made the ache in your heart spread even more. He went for her first even though you both were hurting. She shouldn’t even have mattered to him anymore. But apparently she meant the most, you could see that. She was the one that was in the wrong, yet he was coming to her rescue and protecting her each time. Frank had broken your heart into pieces, and you weren’t going to sit there and let him break it even more. You loved him dearly, but you loved yourself more than to deal with his infidelity.

Below you could hear the sound of muffled talking, then the front door shut. The heavy footsteps of Frank, made their way to where you were.

“Y/N.” Frank’s gruff voice called out to you. Which you ignored, and continued to pack your stuff.

“Can you stop being immature for second and just talk to me so I can explain?” Frank pleaded. A scoff left you lips, “What’s immature is me walking in on my boyfriend fucking his ex in my bed. When he could’ve been open with me when he had the chance.” You weren’t sure if he trying to get a rise out of you so you could speak to him or that bitch rubbed off of him too much because of his logic.

“I know I fucked up” He tried to reason.

“No you’re a fucked up person,” You spat finally facing him, “And if you can’t tell I don’t want to hear you’re bullshit excuse for cheating on me, Frank. You should’ve left with your lover to the hospital because I’m leaving, it’s not up for debate.” You zipped up your full duffel bag, but before you secure it over your shoulder, Frank took it from your hands.

“You’re not leaving until we talk.” He said, tossing the bag behind him.

“Frank give me my bag.” You demanded trying to go around his large form, only for him to block your way.

“Y/N I’m sorry. I know I made a mistake but I don’t want you to go.” He plead, once again. This time you could see his eyes gloss over.

“Frank how selfish can you be?!,” you spat, tears pooling in your eyes as well. Usually, you hated Frank seeing you cry but you couldn’t hold this time. Frank’s face held a shameful look as he watched the tear cascade down you rounded flustered cheeks.

“You want me to sit here and have a conversation with you when I can barely even look at you right now. You have no right! If I need space, I deserve it after today. You made your choice the moment you let her in our bed, even if it not what you want now, it what you wanted then. Just give me my bag and let me go.” You went to move around his towering frame and grabbed your bag and this time he let you. Swinging the handle on top your shoulder,

“Wait,” Frank large hands gripped you wrist tightly, halting your movements. You turned to face him, tears started running down his cheeks,“Just promise me we’ll talk.” His voice was soft, giving his last plea. It made your heart ache more. You snatched your wrist from his strong hold.

“Goodbye Frank.” With that you left out the door, without looking back.

You threw you bag in the back seat of your cousin’s car before getting in the drivers seat. Immediately, all the hurt and tears you were holding back came flood forward. Sobs rack your body as you gripped tightly on the stirring wheel. You grabbed your phone and texted you cousin that it was true and you were on your way back to her home. You still struggled to collect yourself as you started the car. Looking back at the house, you saw Frank standing outside the door, watching you. Shaking your head, you pulled off in the street, watching him shrink in the distance.

Driving away from what used to be your home, brung back every happy memory you shared with Frank. From the first night you met to last intimate moment shared between you both. Then to end of it, which you couldn’t believe was happening. You were at a lost, you lost your boyfriend to his ex, and you’re pregnant with his baby. And as fucked up as it is that you didn’t tell him, you wanted to be free of him completely. Meaning a even tougher decision was upon you, but considering everything that went down today, you were sure you were going to be making that appointment…

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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blkmorticia · 1 year

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SHOW GOD YOUR SINS

Priest!Frank Castle x Black!Reader

Summary: Y/N’s perversion thoughts of her priest becomes a reality.

Warnings: 18+ DNI, Reader is 23, Religious Tension, Priest Kink, somewhat light smut, Religious Trauma, Dark!Priest!Frank castle, Power Imbalance involved

Word Count: 2.5k i think?

Note: I don’t think I see enough fics of frank as a priest so here I am writing about him this way 🥲btw this is hella short! and credits to @darlingshane for the gifs!

“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

Her voice was shaky as she spoke, pausing to take a deep breath. “Please Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been nearly four years since my last confession.” she can see him nodding behind the silhouette of the screen. “Don’t be afraid—what you say in here—it is between god and us. tell me, what have you sinned?” Her hands begin to feel clammy as she fidgets with her buttons.

"I've had impure thoughts, father." he stares at her intensely, urging her to go on. she inhales deeply before continuing, "And I believe I acted on them in this very own church." he was taken back by her confession, a look of puzzlement crossed his face.

"How did you act on them, my dear child?" he asked. she looked down in shame, her lips begin quivering as one tear fell down.

how can she tell him?

Her heart racing, her breathing coming out at a quickened pace. Every Sunday, she had stood from the church's back pew in the shadows, in the corner, admiring her priest. His preaching had always made her panties wet. Every word and praise from his lips make her clit pulsate, and she is easily aroused just by moving in a pew.

She looked up at him with red-brimmed eyes, "I--" she took another deep breath. "—I thought of you and pleasured myself.”

she is done for. The silence was deafening on the other side. He must be disgusted by her actions and she wouldn’t put it past him. how dare she done this under the house of god.

“come to this booth.” he muttered. her brows frowned upon his response. with confusion written on her face, she got up with shaky legs coming out to glance at the curtain before entering the other side of the booth. He looked up at her with no expression, pointing his knee.

“Sit.”

He’s Father Frank Castle. So, she did it without no question asked. No matter how uncomfortable she felt in this position. A familiar heat pooling between her thighs. he rises the hem of the skirt, revealing thin wet spot of her lace panties. it’s dark in the booth, with his freehand held a rosary only light coming from under the curtain showcasing silver cross and he hides her face under the crook of her neck, “tell me, how did you do it?” he muttered, giving light strokes through her panties with his thumb. his voice alone makes her want to come just from his voice but his hands— oh, his hands alone can.

her moans made him rock hard. she was distracted by his touch until a harsh slap to her clothed cunt bought her back to reality— “Focus. How did you do it? show God your sin.”

#frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #frank castle x black!reader

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wednesdaymunson · 1 year

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Early morning blurb I guess you can say.

This was inspired by a post from @blkc because we rarely if ever see a black reader in Frank Castle fics.

I hope y'all like it... if not...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: none

Wash Day

The rare times when Frank is home and gets to witness and be a part of your wash day routine, is a treat for him. He loves to see the process of nurturing your hair, from the take down to the final results. Even though he's used to it, he's amazed by your talent to be able to manipulate your hair into dozens of styles, using many techniques, and your patience. Sometimes he'll offer to help wash and scrub your scalp, but leave you to detangle because he doesn't want to hurt you. Hell, he'll even pull up YouTube videos for extra information.

He enjoys the scents of the butters, oils,etc that you use. He loves to see all the styles; box braids, twist outs, faux locs, but he really loves it when you wear your natural hair out getting to see a few different textures. He loves everything about you.

I'm sure I'm going to be adding another story in my forever growing WIP folder.

#frank castle fanfiction #frank castle #frank castle x black!reader #the punisher #frank castle blurb

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galatially · 1 year

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𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒

#my masterlist #galatially #frank castle #frank castle x black!reader #the punisher #the punisher x black!reader #masterlist

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wxnheart · 8 months

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He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.

Shit.

And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.

He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.

But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.

Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.

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lxvvie · 7 months

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Your fave who uses you to edge himself.

He's close. So. fucking. close. Damn near came he's so drunk off of you, but no, not yet―

Not when he needs you to cum for him again.

And so he continues, finds pleasure in the tight coil within that's fucking screaming for release, gets off to your moans, your screams, the way your body quivers because it's overstimulated, and the way you say his name...

He's close, so. fucking. close.

Fuck, baby. Bring it home for him.

Just one more time, yeah?

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jonscastle · 3 months

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𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 🥀

#frank castle #frank castle x black!reader #frank castle x reader #frank castle x black reader #reader face claim #black coded reader #black reader #frank castle moodboard #pov #pov moodboard #i like doing these hehe #face claim is zoe saldana #frank castle smut #frank castle fanfiction #moodboard

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prettykittycastle · 1 year

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Let It Out on Me

Summary: Frank comes home mad and frustrated and needs to let it out on something. The reader decides to volunteer theirself to let Frank let out his frustrations on.

(The reader is afab, and gender-neutral, and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Multiple orgasms, Dirty talk, choking)

“Please, please, please,” I repeated over and over again, my voice getting higher and higher each time he thrusted into me.

“Please? Please what, baby?” Frank said grunting, his thrusts not letting up on me. “You can’t want me to stop? I know you don’t. Your fucking cream’s all on me.”

I moaned even louder at his words, knowing they were right. We’ve been going at it for so long and I’ve came so many times that I can feel the cream on his dick begin to slowly drip every time I pushed back on him.

The minute he came through the door, I recognized the look in his eyes immediately. It was the look of pent-up anger and frustration at some failed mission of his and I knew that he wanted to let out his frustration in some way. As a respectful and supportive partner, I gladly decided that it would be best for him to let me be the one he lets out his anger and frustration on. (And I absolutely loved every second of it,)

“It’s good for your mental health,” I had told him. He looked hesitant at first, but the minute I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, and slid my hand inside to feel him, he quickly agreed with me.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered into the bed, clenching my hands around the sheets, cumming again for fifth time. My pussy was clenching hard around him so much, and he let out a moan, somehow quickening his thrusts even more. “Frankie, baby-”

“I know, I know,” he moaned. “It’s good, huh?”

“Yes!” I yelled, another orgasm beginning inside of me.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, before I felt his rough hands grab my shoulders. He began pulling my body to him with each thrust, really letting out his frustration on me.

“Fuck, Frank!” I yelled, feeling the sixth orgasm wash over me. My head was suddenly fuzzy and my pussy continued to clench and unclench around him constantly. Fuck, my pussy’s gonna be so sore tomorrow, I thought, trying to get rid of the fuzziness, and enjoy him fucking me.

He moaned loudly behind me, slowly moving his hands from my shoulders to my neck, wrapping them around it.

“You okay, baby?” He asked.

I knew that was his way of asking me if it was alright to do this, and I nodded my head to him.

“Words, baby,” he said, his thrusts beginning to slightly slow down. Only slightly. “I want words.”

“Yeah, yes,” I nodded again, pushing my hips back on him, trying to get him to speed his thrusts back up again.

Encouraged by my words, he tightened his hands around my neck, cutting off a tiny bit of air in me, and began thrusting roughly back into me.

The feeling of his strong, rough hands squeezing my neck combined with his harsh thrusts made my head feel fuzzy again, and I could feel my pussy clenching wildly around him.

"Fucking take it," Frank grunted, his dick going even deeper in me than before. "Take it, baby. Be good and just take it."

"Oh, shit," I cried, feeling another orgasm beginning, already knowing that it was going to be strong.

"Give it to me. Cream on me again."

The words coming out of his mouth, his harsh thrusts, the grunts and moans, and the feel of his hands choking me was too much to take anymore.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I yelled as the seventh orgasm finally overcame me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head in ecstasy and my senses were all fuzzy. "Oh, fuck!"

"You want my cum?" He asked, his thrusts continuing, but now wild and out of rhythm. He moved his hands from my neck and put them on my hips, squeezing them hard. My pussy was still clenching around him tightly and I could feel a pleasurable sting of overstimulation from his thrusting. "You want my fucking cum?"

"Please...cum, Frankie," my words did the trick for him, and he quickly pulled out.

I heard him grunting and groaning behind me for a few seconds, before he let out a loud animalistic growl, and I felt the warm feel of his cum landing on my ass cheeks.

Out of breath and tired, I let go of the bedsheets and dropped my upper body completely flat on the bed with my ass still in the air in front of him.

It was quiet for a while, both of us panting, letting our orgasms wash over us. After a while he spoke. "Thanks, sweetie," he said, out of breath. "That was good."

I was about to respond to him, but I heard his feet hurry out of the room. I heard the sink run in the bathroom then stop and I lifted my head to look over my shoulder and saw him entering the bedroom holding a wet paper towel.

"I, uh..." He began, wiping the cum off me with the towel. "I wasn't too rough,...right?" He tried to hide it, but I could hear in his voice how nervous he was, and it made me smile. Fucks me like an animal, then becomes shy.

"You were fucking great, baby. You didn't hurt me." Feeling him finish wiping, I forced my body to sit up and turned to look at him, soreness already starting between my legs. His usual confidence was gone and now I saw the cute, adorable uncertainty of my boyfriend.

"You promise," he asked.

"Yes," I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on his nose then moved down to kiss his lips, knowing the action would make him smile. "You know you'd never hurt me, Frank."

The adorable, shy smile I was hoping for spread across his face and he shyly ducked his head down. "Sorry I was in a mood when I got home."

"Don't be sorry, Frankie," I told him, his shyness making me slightly horny again. "Next time you need to let out some frustration, let it out on me."

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enretrogue · 1 year

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Me reading fanfics about characters in shows/movies I don’t plan on watching anytime soon:

#it’s not MY fault the actors are sexy #aemond targaryen x reader #frank castle x reader #matt murdock x reader #ari levinson x reader #duke leto atreides x reader #andy barber x reader #black!reader

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murc0ck · 1 year

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FICTIONAL MEN AND THEIR SLUTTY WAIST >>>>>

#I CAN'T #STOP #THINKING #ABOUT #IT #matt murdock #frank castle #tasm peter parker #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #slutty waist #matt murdock x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #billy russo x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #frank castle x reader

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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Omgggg pleaseeeeee write more Frank castle you’re so good!!

NEEDY

Frank Castle x Chubby Black Reader

NSFW: PiV (unprotected), nipple play, oral (female receiving), fingering, mentions of bruises, riding

A/N: Shout out to my friend for bringing me out of my writing slump. Sorry this took forever I died and then came back to life and then died again.

The nightly hum of cars and loud excited voices fill the New York air. The gentle ambiance slowly lulls you into sleep. As your eyelids blink for the last few times you see a silhouette in the bedroom doorway. Frank stands there silently watching, thinking about how peaceful you look. Your tank top has rolled up to just below your breasts, and the boxers you'd stolen from him perfectly accentuate the curve of your butt. Two thoughts cross Frank's mind as he watches you. One: he could cuddle up next to and finally get some rest, or two: he can get some much-needed stress relief.

Little kisses from your elbow to your neck wake you up from your short-lived sleep.

"Frank?" You moan groggily.

"Hey baby," he replies as he moves his lips to your ear. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby." You caress the side of Frank's face sweetly, trying your best to shake off your sleep. "How did work go?"

"I don't wanna talk about it. I need to de-stress first."

"Well I think I can help with that," you smirk. Warmth spreads across your body as Frank gets on top of you, bringing your arms above your head and leaving a trail of kisses down your body. His tongue gently teases your nipples still hidden underneath your thin tank top before going down your stomach to the hem of your boxers. He fumbles around trying to remove every piece of clothing from your bodies as quickly as possible.

All noises cease to exist as you two look at each other. Frank's muscular frame hovers over yours as he waits for a silent nod of consent before he dives between your legs. You see the slowly healing bruises on his shoulders as he wraps his arms around your thick thighs, holding you down as he laps at your aching pussy.

Your hips ride his face in a desperate need to get every square inch of his tongue on you. His lush lips kiss and suck on your sensitive clit with absolutely no mercy for you. Frank can make you unravel in less than a minute if he tries, but tonight you're determined to last a little longer. Unfortunately for you, a thick, calloused finger makes its way into your sopping cunt. He curls it just right as it sloooooowly pushes in and out. The moan that escapes your lips receives a hardy laugh in response from Frank.

You push his face closer to you, but Frank backs away. "Can't get off that easy princess," Frank laughs as he rises from his position.

"Fuck baby I need it," you respond, looking at Frank's erection, precum already leaking from the blushing tip.

"Mhh so needy all the time." Your body is dragged to the edge of the bed and practically folded as your knees are brought close to your chest. Frank being the teaser that he is chooses to rub his tip through your folds without putting it in. You sigh in frustration but you're quickly given what you wanted. The pressure of being stretched out dissipates almost as soon as you feel it. You're left in pure heaven as Frank's thrusts hit in just the right places.

"You feel so good princess," Frank whispers, hunching over you to get in deeper. Your hole is filled to the brim with his cock. The sound of Frank’s heavy grunts echoes in your ear as his hand rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger. Burning reaches through your thighs and hips as the position you’re in starts to take effect. The pressure combined with an approaching orgasm drives you crazy.

"Switch," you say breathlessly as you try and fail to push Frank's heavy frame onto the bed. He loves to watch you struggle under his firm grip. As hard as you try, your efforts are thwarted. Your boyfriend just giggles at your helplessness.

"Aw princess, did you really think you could move me?"

"Come on Francis, I want to be on top now!"

"Ugh you know not to call me that," Frank grumbles as he lays down on his back, finally allowing you to climb on top of him. His chest is splattered with more cuts and bruises and you're careful to place your hands on the least affected places as you lower yourself into him.

The white-hot burn in your stomach sears through you as you slam down on Frank's thick cock. "Yeah baby just like that," he whispers between moans. His moans are like a drug to you, you can never get enough. They're raspy and deep and they come few and far between. The sounds that he makes combined with the sudden jolt of Frank's hips lets your orgasm finally release.

"Oh Jesus tap dancing Christ!" You exclaim as every last piece of your climax is fucked out of you as your boyfriend finishes inside of you. Frank catches you as you fall onto his chest, exhausted and already feeling the back of your thighs ache from your intricate position.

"Still stressed?"

"Mhmm I think I might need a little more to be fully relaxed. "

God help us all.

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