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amhrosina · 2 years

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Jealousy (Frank Castle x Reader)

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A/N: A little Matt Murdock x reader if you squint. Thanks for requesting, nonnie! I didn't know if you wanted smut, but it wasn't requested, so I just added a little baby interaction at the end that sort of alludes to smut after the end of the fic.

Requests are open!

Request: Could you do one where yn is working with Red but he doesn’t know she’s married to Frank until he shows up and when he finds out he confess to yn that he likes her and frank get jealous and overprotective

Summary: Frank overhears Matt asking you out and sets him straight.

Warnings: a teeny baby tiny little bit of barely smut at the end

Hell’s Kitchen was abnormally quiet as you waited for Red to finish his patrol of the area. No sirens, no screaming, not even the occasional gunshot to keep you on your toes. Your night was rapidly approaching an early end. Not that you minded, though. Frank was back home, patiently waiting for you to crawl into bed next to him.

Even though he always insisted that you don’t worry about him, you knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he could hold you in his arms and physically see that you were unharmed. It was the same when the roles were reversed, too. When Frank was the one running around all night, you spent most of the time pacing around the living room, pretending to read a book until he came home.

Your breath fogged in front of you. The November air was crispy in your lungs, and you couldn’t help but bounce from foot to foot as you did a 360 sweep around the roof. What the hell was taking Red so long? You could’ve circled the entirety of Hell’s Kitchen twice by now.

The hair on the back of your neck prickled as a light thud sounded behind you. You waited for any indication that told you not to turn around and kick the person's lights out.

“Hey, Killer.”

Matt’s voice was gruff, but soft. You instantly relaxed, shoulders dropping in relief as you turned around.

“What’s up, Red? You find anything?”

“Nothing important.” He responded, shrugging his shoulders.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Matt’s behavior was alarmingly different than you were used to. Typically, Matt’s demeanor was blunt, sometimes arrogant, and a little bit on the cocky side. Tonight, he was pacing the roof, shrugging his shoulders, and he even looked a little anxious.

“Red? You good?”

“Let me take you out to dinner.”

His words were rushed, pushed together into one breath and said so quickly that you almost missed it altogether. You gaped at him, waiting for him to say something else. The silence between you hung heavy.

“What?” You finally ask, not knowing what else to say. How were you going to explain to Matt that you couldn’t possibly get dinner with him on account of your VeryBigAndScary husband.

“Let me take you out,” he began walking towards you, “as Matt, not the Devil. You’re strong and you’re smart and you’re beautiful and I would feel like an idiot if I didn’t at least try to offer myself up to you. Will you let me? Take you out, I mean.”

You sucked in a breath.

“Matt, I-”

A loud chuckle behind you had you whirling around. Matt was immediately defensive, stepping in front of you to shield you from whoever meant harm. You knew that chuckle though, and you knew Matt should probably be running in the opposite direction instead of towards it.

Frank was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, smile dangerous.

“Frank, this doesn’t concern you.” The softness of Matt’s voice from moments ago was long gone, replaced by the low voice of the Devil.

Frank’s smile grew wider, and you rolled your eyes. It was like watching a cat taunt the mouse it was 3 seconds away from devouring.

“It doesn’t concern me, Red? When you’re asking my wife out on a date?”

You groan and run your hands over your face.

“What are you doing here, honey?” You mumble, shaking your head.

“I had a feeling, sweetheart. It’s a good thing I came, too, or else you’d be breaking Red’s heart over here.”

“Honey? Wife? What the hell is going on here? You two know each other?” Matt’s voice was rapidly rising as he looked between you and Frank.

You ignore Frank, whose overprotectiveness was starting to grate on your nerves. You were perfectly capable of turning someone down.

“Matt, uh...” You pause, searching for the right words, “Frank is my husband. We’ve been married for almost three years. Well, technically I’m married to Pete Castiglione, but you know, semantics...” You trailed off, hoping Matt wouldn’t be too angry about your secret.

“What?” Matt was thoroughly confused, voice rising to a pitch you didn’t know he was capable of. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

The question was aimed at you, but Frank answered before you could respond.

“I told her not to. I didn’t want her being tied to me during that legal shit we had to go through last year.”

“It’s been 9 months since you were pardoned, Frank. What the...what the fuck, guys?”

Matt sounded genuinely betrayed, but you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of your chest.

“Matt, I’m so sorry, but once your business with Frank was finished, I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Something like, ‘Oh hey Matt, by the way, I’m married to the guy who chained you to a water tower that one time.’”

Matt had a small grin on his face now, and you sagged with relief. He wasn’t mad. Frank moved closer to you, pulling your back into his front as he mumbled into your ear, “He deserved it.”

“I most certainly did not.”

Frank ran his hand up your arm, following the upwards slope of your shoulder until his fingers rested lightly on your pulse. His other arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into a tight hold. You gasped at his forwardness, especially in front of Matt.

“Red, fuck off, will you?” Frank’s words were thrown in Matt’s direction, who was doing a terrible job at looking like he wasn’t listening.

“Sorry, Matty.” You mumble, “I’ll make it up to you.”

Matt let out a tight, “mhm”, before jumping from the ledge and disappearing into the night.

“That was mean, Frank.” You sigh, resting your head on his chest.

“He was hitting on you. I think my reaction was pretty tame. I could’ve bashed his head into that brick wall.”

“He wasn’t hitting on me. He was asking me out. It was...gentlemanly. And quit being jealous.” You swatted at his chest.

“I’m not allowed to be jealous when a guy asks my wife out on a date?”

You rolled your eyes, turning to head down the fire escape when Frank’s arms tightened around you. He peppered kisses down your neck, softly nipping at the sweet spot below your ear. His hand trailed down your stomach, stopping just below your waistline where his fingers began to play with the hem of your underwear.

“Frank,” you gasped, “what if Matt can still hear us?”

His voice was a low, silky coil in your gut.

“Let him. Now, stop talking about other men when my hands are so close to your-”

A loud clash of metal from a few blocks away cut him off. Matt could definitely still hear you. Frank let out a bark of laughter before devouring you whole, and you couldn’t do anything but try to quiet your moans until you were sure Matt couldn’t possibly hear you anymore.

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komotionlessqueenmm · 11 days

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Imagine # 1,060

Picture NOT mine.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (Roughly) - 12 minutes

This one was actually a request, which I don't typically do, but sometimes I simply can't resist!

Tag(s) - @rishdrago

With a tired sigh (Y/n) sat the last of her groceries onto the counter in her kitchen. It was another long day at work, with another grueling case coming to a close. While she loves her job, sometimes it really takes a toll on her. But now at home all she needs to worry about is putting away her groceries, and making a quick dinner. Easy enough. If it wasn't for the sound of a floorboard creaking in the hallway that set her into fight or flight mode.

Spinning on her heel in an instant, she unholstered her pistol and aimed at the doorway to the hallway. "You really messed up you know, but if you know what's good for you, you'll come into the light nice and slow. Otherwise you're gonna leave my house in an ambulance, or a body bag." (Y/n) called out to the would be intruder, bracing herself for a potential firefight. But when the intruder rounded the corner, and came into sight, she nearly dropped her gun. "Frank?" She breathed out in a whisper, her arms falling to her sides. "Frank's dead." He muttered mournfully. "You look pretty fucking alive to me." She sassed as she holstered her pistol, knowing deep down that she could still trust Frank with her life.

The behemoth of a man simply shrugged his shoulders, taking a small first step into the room, as if he was testing the water. "What are you doing here?" She asked turning back to her groceries, while letting him come into the room at his own pace. "I killed Gianni Franco." He stated as he walked up to the other side of the counter, leaving the space between them to prove he meant her no harm. "Trust me Frank, I am well aware of that. You do realize I'm still a detective right? And I'm still friends with Jake you know, so I'm the one he goes to, to vent about you." She glanced his way, trying to get a read of his reaction to her words.

He seemed unbothered, which really didn't surprise her. "I'm sorry." Now that surprised her. Setting the box of noodles down, she turned her full attention to Frank. "Why are you apologizing to me? I'm not the one you should apologize to." She pointed out, but Frank didn't seem bothered, as he casually scratched at the scruff on his face. "Frank why are you here?" She asked now standing across from him at the counter, looking into his eyes which once swirled with so much life. "I don't know... I'm not exactly sure what to do now." He admitted.

"Jake would tell you to turn yourself in." (Y/n) mused with a small smile, her words making him chuckle softly under his breath, a sound she had missed more than she ever realized until now. "That's why I came to you." He admitted, now leaning against the counter. "I knew you wouldn't arrest me on the spot like Jake, and I could just talk to you." Frank admitted with a small smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.

"Well that's where me and Jake are different, I actually believe you're doing the world good by killing those guys. People like that have to much money and power for us to touch, and we could use a vigilante to even out the odds." She hummed as she grabbed a beer from the fridge, sliding it across the counter to Frank, who took it with a small mutter of thanks. "I knew you'd feel that way." He said before sipping his beer. "Then why didn't you come to me sooner?" She asked as she leaned again the counter.

"Because I don't want you trying to join me." He stated matter-of-factly, making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "That's fair I guess, but what's changed? Why come to me now?" She pried, hoping he would open up to her. "I had a dream about you last night." His words stuck a cord in (Y/n)'s heart, one she didn't realize was still there until now. "A dream?" She played off her nerves like a natural, making her glad she was trained to hide her true emotions, in order to effectively interrogate suspects.

"It started as a nightmare, I was reliving their deaths." She knew he was referring to his family, so she didn't pry for clarification, knowing it only hurt him to talk about them. "But before I could wake up, you appeared from the shadows. You didn't say anything, you just..." He trailed off as he stared at his beer. "You just pulled me into a hug, and held me while I cried for them." (Y/n)'s heart broke at his admittance, she knew he hated showing vulnerably before he lost his family, let alone now that he's The Punisher.

"It made me realize how much I've missed you, and I also realized I can't keep doing this alone, I can't keep being alone." He looked up to her, his eyes ever so glossy. "I know Julie would want me to move on, to come to terms with what happened. But I couldn't do that while the Franco's were still alive and free." He sipped his beer. "But now... Now I need help getting through this, and you're the only one that can help me (Y/n)." Frank wanted to hold her hand as he spoke, but he resisted the urge.

"I'll always be here for you Frank." She assured him, her words pulling a genuine smile from him. "How about I make us some dinner, and we can figure out where to go from there." She offered, smiling when he nodded in agreement. "You should stay here tonight, get a shower and have some normalcy for a change." She added. "Are you trying to say I smell bad?" He asked with a playful smirk.

"Frank dear I've been holding my breath this entire time." (Y/n) joked, making him roll his eyes, despite his smile. "Still a smartass I see." He huffed. "You wouldn't have it any other way." She sassed before pointing to the hallway. "You still remember where the guestroom is." She added, smiling when he nodded and walked off to take a shower while she cooked dinner.

"Well what are you planning on doing now that you've dealt with the Franco family?" (Y/n) asked before she finished off the last bite of her dinner. "There are still people who are not punished by the justice system." Frank stated having finished his dinner long before she had. "Are you planning on doing to them what you did to the Franco's?" She asked. "Only to those who deserve it." Frank clarified, setting (Y/n)'s mind at ease.

"I'm glad you've come to me Frank, but I'm unbelievably exhausted, and I need to get some sleep." She rose from her seat, picking up her plate, and moving to grab his. Frank took her plate, and grabbed his own. "I'll deal with the dishes, go to bed, we can talk more in the morning." He insisted. "Okay thank you." She leaned over and pecked his temple like she used to as a quick thanks. "Oh and I forgot to ask, you didn't break any windows to get in did you?" She asked.

"No don't worry, I just picked the lock on the back door." He shrugged casually. "You still have that spare key I gave you don't you?" She arched a brow at him, and his faint smile gave him away. "Goodnight Frank." She called as she walked away into the hall. "Goodnight (Y/n)." He called back to her. When (Y/n) reached her bedroom, she began shedding off her clothes, in desperate need of a warm shower before going to bed.

As the water washed over her sore muscles, (Y/n)'s mind drifted to Frank. She'd been so torn up when he was declared dead, and mourned for him and his family for many months. They were a big part of her life, they were family to her. Even though deep down (Y/n) had loved Frank in a deeper more heart wrenching way. She knew it wasn't right, she knew that then, and even now she feels guilty for it.

She never acted on it, and never intended on trying to take him as her own. He was happy and he deserved the love he already had with Julie. Now things are different, but it still doesn't feel right, even if it's been over a year since she passed. He clearly still loved her, and (Y/n) wasn't going to make a fool of herself, and potentially push him away and loose him again. Still she couldn't deny the way her heart fluttered at the sight of him again, so much more gruff and rugged.

And knowing that he trusted her enough to come to her made her head spin. By the time she finished her shower, her eyes grew heavy with sleep. Her mind was still stuck on Frank, even as she crawled between the sheets. She wondered idly if he would still be here in the morning, or if he'd ever come back when he did leave. As she began drifting to sleep, she heard the sound of the guestroom door opening and closing. Telling her he was still here, and most likely would still be come morning.

(Y/n)'s sleep was dreamless and peaceful, which was better than she'd had in weeks. While Frank's dreams were chaotic and filled with memories that still hurt him oh so deeply. He dreamt of his children, of his wife, of the look of betrayal and hurt on Jakes face. Then he dreamt of (Y/n), and her never ending acceptance of the choices he's made. He felt at ease while he dreamt of her, his tense muscles relaxing as he dreamt of walking with her beside a lake.

She always had a way of putting him at ease, just by simply being there and listening to him vent whenever he needed it. He knew she meant more to him than just a friend, but he much like her, had never intended on exploring those feelings. But now after everything, despite knowing he's putting her in danger by coming around, Frank knows he needs her. He needs her help more than ever, and he knows deep down that Julie would understand.

When morning came Frank woke up to the smell of breakfast. Something he's missed more than he realized until now. In a bit of a groggy daze Frank wondered into the kitchen, dressed in the sleep clothes he found in the closet in the guestroom. "Mornin' bud." (Y/n) mused as she pushed a fresh cup of coffee his way. "Morning." He muttered as he slipped at the hot brew, slightly surprised she remembered how he likes his coffee.

"You want some breakfast?" She asked as she pulled two plates from the cupboard. "Please." He nodded his head in agreement. "Good because I made plenty." She mused with a smile, as she placed a plate in front of him. "I'm glad you're still here and you didn't slip away in the night." She added sincerely. "I half expected that last night would be the last time I'd ever see you." Her words cut him deeper than he would have expected, but he understood where she was coming from.

"Like I said, I need your help." Frank said earnestly. "Well then, what's the plan?" She asked as she sat beside him with her own plate. "I don't really have a plan, but for now I think we'll just take it one day at a time, and figure it all out." He shrugged. "Wow the Frank Castle doesn't have a plan, that's a first." (Y/n) joked, making him chuckle. "So are you planning on staying here?" She asked a few moments later. "No I don't want to put you at risk of being caught hiding a fugitive." He shook his head.

"I appreciate that." She hummed softly, having worried a bit about that last night. "I think it'll be best if I just come in the evenings when I need... Well a shoulder to lean on I guess." He said, picking at his food a little. "And when you need patched up I imagine." She added, trying to lighten the mood a bit, and Frank agreed with a small chuckle. "Yeah I'm sure I probably will come to you when I need patched up." He smiled at her before going back to eating his breakfast. "I'll be sure to stock up on some supplies." (Y/n) mused more to herself, than to Frank.

(Y/n)'s pager went off with a shrill beeping, signaling that it was time to get to work. Her partner letting her know they already had a new case to work on. "Well that's my queue, I've gotta get going. I'll see you later Frank, don't worry about the dishes, I'll deal with that when I get home." (Y/n) moved back into the kitchen, placing her half empty plate into the sink for now. "Hey (Y/n)." Frank called to her before she could rush off. "Yeah?" She asked, turning her attention to him. "Thank you, for everything." He stood from his seat, and crossed the room, pulling her into a hug. "You're welcome Frank." She hummed as she hugged him back, feeling as though she's already made a difference in his chaotic life.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

I honestly couldn't think of a better way of ending this one, but I hope it was satisfactory either way. I'm a little rusty, as I haven't consistently written in ages, so I apologize if it didn't turn out as good as you hoped. (゜-゜)

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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"Speak no evil" - Mafia!Billy Russo x Reader

[TW: violence, mob/mafia themes]

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

SUMMARY: When one of his men steps out of the line, Billy wastes no time putting him in his place. Remember for the future that when it comes to his wife, you should speak no evil.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

The fact that Billy made your house an open office for his business affairs made you occasionally not as furious. That day, however, it seemed as if every one of his underbosses and their closest subordinates came over. What was once your house suddenly became a get-together for criminals.

Billy knew that you disliked those events mainly because they were hardly interesting to you - it was, basically, very specific business talk weaved with cryptic slang that was only partially understandable to you. Because of that, you'd leave Billy and his men on the ground floor, doing their business, while you were sitting on the first floor, catching up with the responsibilities of owning a small business. You've lost count of how many times Billy offered to employ an assistant who would manage the coffee shop for you. As a prolific 'business owner' himself, your husband sure did miss the point of having something to do.

The only reason you were trespassing that invisible border between the ground floor and the first floor was that one file Billy seemed to misplace and asked you to retrieve from his actual office. It was supposed to be a short trip: get the documents, give them to Billy, exchange polite greetings and be on your merry way back upstairs. You had no interest in learning the intricate workings of the underworld, even if you were part of it, simply for your own peace of mind.

Walking through the door leading to the dining room, the Pentagon for New York's criminals for the day, you noticed a young guy, maybe in his twenties, smoking a cigarette by the garden screen door. The gap between the door and their frame was narrow enough that only his arm and the cigarette smoke could fit through. The first time Billy's subordinates came to your house, you made it very clear that you wanted no cigarettes indoors and, technically, that young guy by the garden door was abiding by the rule. Seeing the scar above his eyebrow, you thought you recognized him:

It was Jamie - someone whom you knew only from stories and passing glances during some big events. Anytime someone said something about him, it painted Jamie as a sheepish, maybe a little awkward guy, who didn't quite grasp social cues.

His eyes were focused on the floor as he smoked the cigarette and clearly thought hard about something. Among the dress shoes, your furry slippers looked at least amusing. They must have caught his attention as he tore his eyes away from the hardwood floor and looked up at you.

Jamie recognized you immediately, which was probably why he frantically threw away the half-smoked cigarette. He took a step towards you, effectively blocking your way.

"Sorry, sweetheart, no entry. This is now gentlemen's club, talkin' 'bout business n' stuff. Nothin' you should worry your pretty little head about."

Before you could answer him and remind him whose house he was in, somebody else interrupted the conversation:

"Something you want to share with everyone?"

The room fell silent. You turned to look at Billy, standing with his hands in his pockets. His eyes were slightly squinted and you could just tell he was irate.

"No, nothing, sir," Jamie frantically answered. He was quickly shaking his head.

"Weird, I thought I heard you being disrespectful to my wife."

The rest of the gathered men weren't willing to step in, they didn't even dare look anywhere else than each other or the floor. There really was no use in playing a hero - nothing good could come from it. Standing up to one's boss was always risky but it became downright moronic when the hierarchy in question was a gang. The other thing was that none of the other men thought Jamie was no longer salvageable: even among the demimonde, the wives were granted a certain amount of irrefutable respect regardless of what kind of men they were married to.

"No, I swear to God, boss, I didn't mean anything by what I said." It seemed ridiculously hard to believe that it was the same man that was gatekeeping your own dining room just minutes ago. "I was just being stupid, sir."

"You do seem really good at that," Billy answered with a mocking smile on his face. He appeared to be... enjoying that whole lark.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to offend," Jamie reassured. His eyes wandered everywhere but Billy's face - he simply lacked the courage to look his boss in the eye.

"Don't apologize to me, you idiot," Billy spat out. If the dining table was any shorter, you were sure he would vault over it and strangle that man with bare hands. "Apologize to the lady you dared to talk shit to."

This wasn't the first time Billy got slightly overprotective. Although you did find his attitude tiring at times, you knew it came from a good place - he loved you a little too much to bear seeing you being pushed around. In his mind, you were nothing short of a queen and he was going to demand others treat you the same way.

Jamie turned back to you. His face was pale, his hands were shaking and tears began pooling in his eyes - if that man was anything, it was terrified. It was such a sudden change of demeanour you couldn't quite wrap your head around it.

"I'm sorry ma'am, it wasn't my intention to offend, I swear," he said rushing his words.

"Don't sweat it, Jamie," you reassured him while slightly shaking your head. Truth be told, he did anger you but it wasn't something worth escalating - judging by his sudden fear, he probably learned his lesson already. Although you were still talking to the blond man, your eyes wandered to meet Billy's. You wanted to make sure you got your point across. "We're all good."

Billy's eyes remained squinted as he continued to stare at Jamie with vivid contempt. He was unconsciously tapping his fingers against the surface of the table. You could tell that he wasn't over the situation just yet, despite your sincere assurance.

"Come on, Jamie." Billy gestured at the younger man to come closer. His voice was suddenly softer - something that made very little sense given the situation and his obvious anger. "Let me give you some advice."

Reluctantly, Jamie began walking towards Billy while all the other men took a step back to let him pass. Although their daily lives were filled with life-endangering situations, they withheld their breaths while Billy Russo was quite clearly upset with someone. Only once did you wonder what tactics got Billy's subordinates so docile towards him but you quickly realized that the truth could be, most probably, fairly horrifying or at least deeply unsettling, so you never paid it much thought anymore - for your own peace of mind.

When Jamie was within reach, Billy suddenly grabbed his jacket and forcefully pushed him against the wall. Not letting go of the poor man, he hit the wall with his head a few times before leaning in and whispering a promise he was surely going to keep:

"If you ever talk to her like that again, I will kill you."

Billy hit the man against the wall once more before letting go of his clothes. The man fell to his knees, his body swaying due to dizziness. He seemed to have a fair amount of trouble aiming his sleeve at his nose to wipe the blood that was running out of it. Billy sat back down at the top of the table and casually looked around at the silent, anxious men:

"So, where have we left off?"

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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Maroon

A/N: No new chapter of Widows and Men yet, so I’m continuing with the Midnights collection of one shots :)

Title: Maroon

Song - Maroon - Taylor Swift

Pairings: Hades!Billy Russo x Persephone!Reader

Content: GN!Reader, No use of Y/N, Pre-Rawlins!Billy and Frank, In fact it’s just a different universe where Billy doesn’t work for Rawlins, Billy’s abuse, Modern Greek God AU, Ares!Frank, Aphrodite!Maria, Harmonia!Lisa, Deimos!Junior, Asclepius!Curtis, Karen is reader’s roommate, Mortal!Karen, Themis!Matt, Nemesis!Foggy, Dionysus!Jessica, Calliope!Trish, Mentions of pregnancy, An emetophobia warning, Reader can get pregnant but again they’re basically gods so genitalia isn’t really relative at all to that

This is obnoxiously long compared to my other writings, at least in my opinion :)

When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

‘Cause we lost track of time again

Laughing with my feet in your lap

Like you were my closest friend

How’d we end up on the floor anyway? You say

“Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that’s how”

I see you every day now

The gods lived forever, that’s what mortals believed. To an extent they were correct. The divinity of the gods lived on in different forms and names, life after life. Yet they were never quite the same as before. You’d often find yourself wondering what it would be like to be worshipped at a temple again. For people to pray to you as they once did all those millennia ago. A part of you wanted to know how you ended up here, laying on the floor next to your captor and lover. Despite the reincarnations you all had similar stories, you suspected the Persephone’s before you felt the same. Your eyes trailed over the figure next to you. His perfect, chiseled jaw and dark eyes that felt as if they bore eyes into you.

Mortals had many variations of the stories between Persephone and Hades. You had read many of them during your lives and found yourself teasing Hades often. Calling him your captor and then your lover, sending his head for a spin. The two of you loved the other deeply, desperate to do anything for one another. The night you first met was one of your favourite memories.

You were out with your roommate, Karen, at a local bar. She was a mortal unlike her friends and work associated, Matthew and Foggy. Matthew was Themis, ruling over justice who was blind just as each reincarnation was. How perfect that Matthews best friend would be the incarnation of Nemesis who ruled over balance and divine judgment. The two ran a small law firm, Karen was their first client and now worked with them.

“Okay okay, I see where you’re coming from Persephone, but you don’t understand what it’s like to work with Themis!”

You let out a small laugh, the truth was in all your lives you never really spoke to Themis or Nemesis. As the deity of spring and rebirth it was never really needed. Yet now the three of you bonded over your reincarnations, telling tales of the lives you’ve all lived. Entertaining your mortal friend with loud storytelling. The moments you lived in like this felt like living in your divinity again. Since the cycle of reincarnation started, you had lived many lives. Nothing felt more special than your first thought, the beauty in seeing the seasons change. Your mother, Demeter destroying lands for you. It was special and having friends who could relate to the deity ship was nice.

“Yes but that is only this life isn’t it? I’m sure he can’t have been that bad in previous lives”

Matt shook his head, the red lenses of his glasses catching the poor lighting of Josie’s. It was simple, a mortal meeting place yet the energy felt static. Like Dionysus himself had blessed the place. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had.

“Hey Seph? There’s someone watching you, over by the bar”

Matt’s voice was quiet, almost as if he was nervous. You could tell he was sending a deity. Like yourself and Foggy, you could all sense other godly beings. Making it easier to find those who were close to you. Your eyes trailed over, landing on a dark haired man. Slicked back hair and nice dark eyes, next to him sat a man and a woman. Both had dark hair, the man’s hair was cropped tightly while the woman had hers in soft waves.

“Hades…”

You murmured softly. Karen’s eyes widened, as did Foggy’s. Many of your young adult years were spent searching for Hades. Your destined other half, as the Fates would dictate. Scanning the man’s details you couldn’t help but noticing he was doing the same. A glass of what looked like whiskey was resting in his hand, being nursed gently. If you looked close enough you could make out semblance of scars. Soon enough a dark skinned man walked over, clapping Hades on the back before taking a seat next to him. You wondered how the group knew each other. Was it pure chance like you and your friends or were they all close in previous lives?

And I chose you

The one I was dancin’ with

In New York, no shoes

Look up at the sky and it was

A waiter came over, placing down a maroon liquid in front of you. A small tray of pomegranate seeds on the side, six to be exact.

“Curtesy of the gentleman at the bar”

The waiter walked off and you looked up at the man. He was staring at you, a small smile gracing his lips. You picked one of the seeds up, placing it to your lips and eating it. A smirked crossed your face, mirroring his and you sent him a wink before returning your attention to your group.

“Was that some sort of deity foreplay?”

Karen’s question was from a nice place but you couldn’t help but snicker at the way she said it. Before you got a chance to respond, a familiar brunette figure slid their way next to Foggy and Matt.

“Yes, it absolutely was”

It was none other than Jessica Jones otherwise known as Dionysus. She was pretty much always chronically drunk and very blunt. Lightly you shook your head, amused by her antics.

“It barely was Jess”

She snorted lightly. The two of you had been close in a few lives and you were glide to find one another again in this one.

“The most important story mortals tell about you is the whole you eating six or eight seeds for Hades? That’s definitely foreplay and I hope you get some tonight cause I have money on it with Calliope”

You took the rest of the seeds, eating them while sipping the wine you had been sent. All while being watched intently from the bar. The rest of your friends went off into their own chatter as you eyed Hades. Looking over to Karen, you sent her a look. Asking for confirmation, she nodded and you walked over. Taking slow steps towards the bar. As you reached him you placed your hands on the back of his chair, placing your lips to his ears and whispering to him.

“Thank you for the drink Hades”

Before you had the chance to walk off, her turned around. Grabbing your wrists gently. His eyes looked ink black up close, like small pieces of obsidian. Fitting him perfectly.

“How about you come with me Persephone? You were my flower after all, besides, I need to clean up my mess”

The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

You sent him a questioning look before he picked up a glass of red wine, purposefully spilling it on your top. Your face warmed rapidly at the gesture. Not to mention his voice, smooth as honey on your ears. Shyly you nodded towards him. He turned around to pay which gave you enough time to send a thumbs up towards your group. Jessica had moved next to Karen, allowing Foggy and Matt to be less squished. They all returned the gesture, Matt a few moments later as Foggy took the time to explain.

“I’m heading out, don’t have to much fun without me. Look out for Asclepius you two. No more fighting either Ares and thank you for your company as always Aphrodite”

Hades turned around, placing an arm around your waist gingerly. As he led you out the bar you could feel your heart getting faster. The rhythm in your chest remaining slightly unsettling with each step you took with the man. The two of you reached a classic white Rolls Royce Wraith, dripping with luxury. ‘Fitting for a king’ you thought. Hades opened the passenger side door, allowing you to climb in before he buckled the seat belt for you. You watched with patience as he got into the drivers side, turning the car on and pulling out from the parking spot.

“So, Persephone-“

You cut him off, giving him your mortal name instead. Not many called you Persephone, since most of your friends were mortals. There were a few deities, but not many.

“What?”

Hades was confused, you could tell. Chuckling quietly, you tried to compose yourself. Allowing your voice to explain why you had interrupted the man who was driving you to his place.

“It’s my mortal name, most call me it seeing as most of my friends are mortals. I’ve only got… what five friends that are deities? I’m much more in touch with the mortals than some others are”

He nodded, eyes focused on the road yet his hearing focused on you. His hand closest to you reached out and you guided it down to your thigh, giving him your consent. His thumb strokes your legs through the fabric of your pants.

“Well as I was going to say. I thought we could go back to mine. It’s still pretty early, we could watch something?”

You blinked in surprise. In all your lives no Hades had ever been so chivalrous surrounding your relationship. Despite all the stories mortals told, most incarnations of Hades were still violent and cruel. Ruling over the Underworld was no easy task and it came out in a hurtful way towards you.

“You… you don’t want anything from me?”

His eyes flicked over to you for a brief second. Cracking a grin before answering you.

“Flower I want nothing from you but some answers to questions I have. I know my past incarnations weren’t the… nicest people. Truth is I’ve been hurt myself pretty badly. My mum, my mortal mother in this life. She abandoned me. Fucked me up pretty bad. I was what 11 when I learnt I was Hades. This guy he told me I was pretty, tried to feel me up. I ended up almost killing him with my powers. Anger, fear, all that it’s a pretty big trigger for me to get out of hand. Guess it’s why I became a marine, because if I’m scared there I can deceive myself into thinking I’m just fighting for this country. Marines was where I met Ares and Asclepius, their mortal names are Frank and Curtis. That was them back their, Frank’s already found his Aphrodite. Names Maria, they got two wonderful kids too. Lisa who’s Harmonia reincarnated and then Frank Junior, Deimos. They’re my family, even if that wasn’t what the fates planned for us in past lives. It’s nice”

He ended his story as he pulled up to an apartment building. You smiled to yourself at the thought of the King of the Underworld being around two young kids. It made you wonder if the two of you would have any. If you’d have your Melinöe and Zagreus.

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy

How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

Sobbin’ with your head in your hands

Ain’t that the way shit always ends?

You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway

Carnations you thought were roses, that’s us

I feel you no matter what

The rubies that I gave up

That happened nearly three years ago. Hades or Billy as he told you to call him had asked you out 13 months after knowing you. Wanting to take it slow due to your histories. Now here you were laying on Karen’s floor, making dumb jokes about the underworld. Karen was out on a date with a Homeland Agent named Dinah, another mortal you were close with having interviewed her for the Bulletin before. Frank and Aphrodite had told you they’d be visiting the apartment some time today with the kids, seeing as Hades was now confident in your relationship.

A wave of nausea hit you, as it had been the past few weeks. Bolting to the bathroom, your held your head over the toilet. Vomiting uncontrollably. Billy had followed you quickly, wanting to stay on your tail. As he heard the violent retching he burst in. You clutched at your stomach tightly.

“Do you want kids Hades?”

You asked him, voice hoarse from the retching. Turning your head around weakly, tears welled in your eyes. His eyes widened at your question. Realisation dawned on him, despite being celestial beings you still experienced things such as pregnancy in a mortal way. Which you despised. Weeks ago you had taken some pregnancy tests as your period had been late. You and Billy had always been careful, never wanting to conceive accidentally until you were both sure.

“Flower… you’re pregnant aren’t you? How long have you known?”

The questions overwhelmed you, but you didn’t want to show that. He noticed your state and knelt down, placing a hand to your face. Wiping the tears gently away.

“Few weeks, I’m not far along. I was just so scared you’d hate me”

And I lost you

The one I was dancin’ with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was maroon

Billy pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back softly. As he pulled away you felt his face move down, tracing soft kisses down until he reached your stomach. He kept smothering you and neither of you had the chance to recollect yourselves when you heard the jingling of keys in the door.

“Hades, Persephone where are you two?”

Franks voice called out, you heard the footsteps before you saw anyone. It was Frank and Maria, looking down at the sight of you two. From behind them you could see two small kids, Lisa and Junior.

“What’s happening here?”

You looked at Billy and he looked at you. Nodding gently he begun to speak.

“We- I just found out I’m gonna be a dad. Seph is pregnant”

Maria brought a hand to her mouth and Frank let a smile cross his face. Looking different to his usual scowl. Lisa popped out from behind Maria, running over to Billy. Who she called her Uncle to give him a tight hug, Junior joined shortly after. You stood up to clean your mouth out. The six of you exited the bathroom, taking up residence on the couch as Maria made you all hot drinks.

“So we’re gonna have cousins?”

The young girl lived up to her previous incarnations. Bringing nothing but absolute harmony wherever she went. Lisa smiled brightly at her Uncle Billy.

“And what about Persephone, are they our auncle too Uncle Billy?”

Junior sat close to his dad, understandably so. Being the young god of fear must not be easy. Billy looked over at you silently asking you if you wanted to be family to them.

“If you want me to be, I don’t have to be family until you trust me little one”

You tried your best to remain gentle towards the young boy. As Maria rejoined you all, placing down a variety of hot drinks. Hot chocolate for you and the kids, coffee for Frank and tea for Billy and herself.

“This is your first time meeting Persephone, you don’t have to trust them right away Deimos and nor do you Harmonia. As long as you respect them and don’t speak poorly”

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

Nine months later you were laying in hospital. Covered in sweat, a gentle hand rubbing your arm in an attempt to soothe you.

“Persephone, you just gave birth to a healthy girl and boy. Seems like you and Hades now have your Zagreus and Melinöe”

Curtis’ voice cut through the post birth giving haze. You were still tired and in pain. Dopily you gave Asclepius a smile. Seeing as he was close to Billy, he had helped you both through the pregnancy. Being god of healing he was qualified for it luckily enough. The two of you had become close friends over the nine months, taking Billy away from you when you were just too overwhelmed to put up with the clingy god of the underworld.

Two nurses came in a few short moments later, carrying the twins. One was passed off to Billy and the other to you. Looking down at the baby girl you were filled with energy. Relishing in the peaceful bliss of having your own son and daughter.

“Renata Maia Russo and Cade Achlys Russo. How does that sound love? Our Zagreus and Melinöe”

Billy looked over at you, smiling. The sun was setting behind you. The sky a lovely maroon colour. Life felt peaceful and the red sky flowed against Hades skin. That day three years ago you ate your seeds, you allowed yourself to fall for Hades. Your other half, your king of the underworld. Now here you were, as scarlet skies bled onto the once baby blue background, you felt at home again.

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lemonsuponlemons · 2 years

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Billy Russo and jealousy

Don't lie to me y'all think about this often

He's a one cocky mf, big ego and all the shebang

So he doesn't get jealous often

But, although rarely, it does happen

On a serious side note, he strikes me as the guy who's surprisingly very trusting towards their partner after they break through his mile-high walls

Jealous Billy gropes, whatever he can lay his hands on

And the iron grip makes you pretty much immobile

He would be into more risky acts, maybe even public spaces

I mean, if someone catches you, at least it will be very obvious that no one should start funny business with you

There's has been at least one instance when he leads you out of an event to "have a talk" only to come back like 20 minutes later with cum running down your leg

Very humbling experience, 10/10

If you were trying to make him jealous and he caught on that, he might do a lil choking

Slaps your ass when you're too quiet

Shoves your panties into your mouth

Definitely makes you stare at him when you're cumming

He's the one rearranging your organs right now and he wants you to be very much aware of that

Neighbors know it too

Grabs a fistful of your hair to keep your head in place as he whispers very important life lessons:

"I'm not sharing this tight pussy."

"I can fuck you all I want because you're mine."

"This sweet cunt is mine, princess."

"Who do you fucking belong to?"

Slaps your clit when you're not answering him

Jealous Billy would go for mirror sex just to you can watch him absolutely destroy you

He's fucking you from behind and holding your head so you have to stare at your own reflection

"What's my name, you little bitch?"

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alloftheimaginesblog · 2 years

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Conflicted {Frank Castle}

Plot: Frank struggles with his feelings for you.

Character: Frank Castle x Reader

His head rolls back onto his shoulders as he stares up at the ceiling pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s supposed to be focused, supposed to be doing a job right now but he can’t seem to concentrate. All Frank Castle can think of as he sits up in his lonely motel room surrounded by case files is you. The thought of you doesn’t leave his head and it’s beginning to frustrate him.

Of course he knows why he can’t stop thinking about you but he doesn’t want to accept it; he refuses to accept it. After everything that happened, after all the pain and loss he went through, he told himself he’d never fall in love again; he swore it to himself. He was attracted to you from the get go, that was fine he could deal with mere attraction. It wasn’t until you put yourself in danger to get to him and he realised that he couldn’t live with himself if anything happened to you. He refused to accept it.

Over the last few months, you had been helping Frank take down the gangs that were beginning to pop-up again in Hell’s Kitchen. At first he had refused your help but you were persistent and stubborn so he caved. He had told you that he wouldn’t be saving your ass if you were in danger which you accepted... Two months down the line and he was willingly putting himself into dangerous situations to save your life and you did the same for him.

He puffs out his cheeks, sitting back up and rubbing at his face tiredly, “Back to work,” he grumbles as he takes a long drink of coffee before picking up the open case file in front of him and returning to reading.

He manages an hour of semi-concentrating before he gives up, laying on the motel couch, arm over his eyes. It’s then that he gives into the thoughts of you. He lets you take over his brain. He doesn’t keep you out tonight, no, he’ll think of you and maybe in the morning his thoughts of you will subside.

Your laugh plays in his head, the way you say his name, the kind words you’d said to him before... He thinks about the way your eyes shine when you laugh, about your smile... your lips. God, he wants to kiss you. The mere thought of it is enough to cause a familiar stirring in his jeans.

Not tonight.

He pushes those thoughts away. Tonight he just wants to think if you were here, wrapped in his arms, head laying on his chest. He just wants you in your simplest form; asleep on his chest... safe, warm... home. He rolls over, eyes closed. Sleep comes easier than most nights, he falls asleep quick with the thought of you lulling him into peaceful slumber. His thoughts of you don’t stop there, he dreams of you; dreams of a life that he can’t have anymore.

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lostgirlfandom · 1 year

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Just a Security Guard Part II

Pairing: Eventual Frank Castle x GN!Reader x Matt Murdock

Warnings: Talk of Readers past, being experimented on

Words: 1.2k

It took The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen two weeks to find you. Which you were actually expecting one of them sooner than that since your public records with the security company wasn’t that hard to get in to.

So, you were not all that surprised when after you got off of working a day shift at 8 at night, that Daredevil was sitting in your living room.

You sighed as you opened the door to your apartment and throwing your keys on the side table. Putting your jacket and vest up on the coat hanger, you then bent down to until your steel toe boots and kicking them off under the bench along the wall.

Walking further into the loft apartment, you turned on the living room light and blinked at the sight of Daredevil standing next to balcony doors. His head was tilted down and had one of his ears turned towards you, his helmet on and his hands to his sides.

“You took a lot longer than expected.” You stated as if you were talking about the weather. You watched the Devil’s head twitch to the side as you crossed your arms. Leaning one of your hips against your couch, facing him.

“You were expecting me?” He asked shocked. You couldn’t tell but his brow was frowned as if he thought you were a little weird.

“I figured you and that other guy would show up sooner or later. This address isn’t exactly super-secret.” You shrugged and watched him intently. He wasn’t looking at you head on like most people... He also had his eyes covered.... Blind maybe.

He was silent for a moment. “While that is true... Y/N Y/L/N apparently didn’t exist till sometime after the New York Invasion. It’s like you just-”

“Showed up out of nowhere? Yeah, that’s what happens when you’ve been experimented on by a Nazi organization since before you were born.” Your voice hardened. You sighed and turned to your kitchen to grab a beer. “If we are going to talk about my shitty life, might as well have a drink. You want one?” You asked from your spot at the fridge.

He shook his head as he took a hesitant step forward into the living room more. His hand subtly went out to feel for a chair or couch, with you watching his movements with sharp eyes that took in his body language. He found a chair and sat in it with his elbows on his knees. “You worked for SHEILD.” he stated.

You sighed as you popped open the top of the bottle. Taking a sip, you walked over to plop down onto the couch with your legs open in a comfy position and your upper body leaned back against the back of the couch. “Somewhat... I was on file as an intern but I technically worked as an Avenger.” You scoffed.

He sat up straight in shock and his jaw had fallen open. “You’re [Alias]” He whispered.

You snorted. This guy was smart to connect the dots. “Yeah, until I retired a couple of months ago cause of the Accords. I had to leave... My supposed friends were at each other's throats and I had to get out of that environment. Of course, the government is giving me an allowance for being under Hydra’s thumb and then saving the world a few times.” You stated sarcastically. “I was tired of being under someone's control. And I was fine till you and Asshole show up at my job.” You looked at him pointedly, although knowing he can’t see you but he got your point.

He gave a scoffing laugh. “We didn’t mean to bust in at the time. It just happened. Frank and I don’t exactly get along”

“Frank?” You asked with a smirk. You took a slow sip as he clenched his jaw. You smirked. “It’s alright, I already know the Punisher is Frank Castle. I got a lot of friends that know shit.”

There was a moment of silence as he processed what you said. Before changing the subject again. “You just have super strength?” He asked with a soft head tilt.

You sighed and looked down at the beer bottle in your hand. “No... I have something similar to sixth sense, not a lot surprises me anymore since I can usually tell something is going to happen. Although, I was paying attention to you two instead of my surroundings. I was also trained by Hydra at hand-to-hand combat and became a weapons expert. I was an experiment trying to recreate the Super Solider Serum...It was pretty successful... except my brain is hard to control. They tried to brainwash me like Winter but it wouldn’t take.” You gave a hefty sigh as you took another sip of your beer. “Apparently I was too smart,” You sneered through the sarcastic comment.

Devil licked his lips before asking, “How... How did you escape?” He asked softly. His tone was soft and he felt a pinching in his chest at the sound of your story. He felt the pain inside you from all the years of being controlled and not being allowed to do anything you wanted and his fingers twitched as if to reach for you.

You licked at your top lip before sucking in your cheeks at the memories. “Captain America found me.” You stated simply, with a small truth in the statement. Of course, you weren’t saying everything that happened to you... just a CliffsNotes version.

He clenched his jaw but nodded at your answer. He then spoke slowly his next question, “Are you safe here?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well, no one really knows who I am except for the government. Otherwise, my identity is safe here.” You smiled. “I appreciate the concern though.” You said through soft chuckle.

The tension in his shoulders was relieved some as he internally sighed in relief.

“Why did you come here anyway?” You asked with a tilted head.

He didn’t answer for a moment. “I was curious... you took down those men easily... well, took them down easier than Frank and I. They had threatened to shoot you if we didn’t cooperate.” Devil leaned back against the chair he was in with his hands on his thighs. “It’s why we let them chain us down like that. We both knew you were innocent.” He tilted his head and gave a soft grin. “Which I appreciate. I actually want to repay you somehow.”

You smiled crookedly and shook your head. “You don’t have to. I don’t help people to get repaid. Plus, it looked like you weren’t exactly in a good spot to get out of that situation.” You gave him a small tease.

He let out a soft scoff like laugh. “I wasn’t, was I...”

There was a small silence. Which you took the opportunity to examine Daredevil. He was extremely attractive, making you smirk to yourself. Licking your lips, you took in his top part of his suit which was like a second skin against him, showing off the shapes of his stomach and chest. His thighs were filling out his pants wonderfully.

You were knocked out of your thoughts as he stood up, giving you an even better picture to file for later. “I have to go... there is... something going on a few streets away.”

You grinned and sipped your beer. “Go ahead... I’ll see you later then.”

He licked his lips and smiled. “Talk to you later, Y/N”

Devil walked over to your balcony and jumped down from your second story apartment.

You shook your head to yourself. ‘Him and Castle are gonna give me a heart attack...’

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modern-vellichor · 2 years

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hi!! totally cool if you don’t do this request:)

(reader is a female with female pronouns)

frank is drunk and the bartender called you to drive so he doeisn't (i dunno reader is the designated driver). you both start walking out and halfway down the street frank is like “oh I forgot my card.” you stay there and he runs back but then you're cornered by these three guys and he comes out sobered up because these three guys are verbally and physically harassing his girl. (you can choose the ending i haven’t thought that far ahead, he beats them up idk!!”

lots of love <33-RA

a/n; hello gorgeous, i absolutely love this idea!! tyvm for sending it to m. i hope you enjoy it.-warnings; drinking, violence, blood, some graphic descriptions, fluff too.

You were having such a relaxing evening. You were just about to change out of your work clothes into your pyjamas when the phone rang.

"Hey, dude," it was Roy, the bartender who worked down the street. "I got your buddy here, Fred or somethin', I dunno. But uh, he's fucked, so will you come and get him?"

"Yeah," you sighed, already putting your boots on. "I'll come get Frank."

It was freezing out. Normally you would have walked, but it was too cold. So you parked a little ways away from the bar and waltzed in. Frank's hard to miss. You spotted him as soon as you walked in, sitting quietly at the bar, alone, sipping his water. You thanked Roy as you leaned against the bartop.

"Hey, Frankie."

"Oh," he sounded surprised, which meant he was drunk. "where did you come from?"

"I came to take you home, c'mon."

He followed you without any resistance. You linked your arm with his. He was nice and warm against the cold wind of New York. You kept him close. You got to the corner, so close to the car when Frank stopped. He cold must have sobered him up because he let go of you and ran his hands over his pockets.

"Shit."

"What?" you dug your hands into your pockets.

"I forgot my wallet. Wait here."

You watched Frank jog down the street. You could still see the bar and so you leaned against the wall and waited. It couldn't have been two minutes before a group of young men approached. They circled you, their ringleader eyeing you up like a piece of meat.

Under normal circumstances, you would have beat the shit out of any guy who looked at you the wrong way. But they had your cornered and outnumbered. You could see the handle of a knife sticking out of someone's waistband. It would be a deathwish to try and fight. So you played cool. You politely asked them to leave you alone.

The ringleader was getting too close. His nose was almost touching yours. He leaned in, lips nearly brushing your neck. You pushed him, as hard as you could. He swung a punch and you ducked.

"You righteous bitch!"

Just as he reached for the knife, Frank loomed behind him. He grabbed the man by the shoulder and spun him around. Frank smashed his forehead into the man's nose. Blood gushed from the broken nose and the knife clattered to the ground. While Frank continued the vicious assault on the ringleader, you dived for the knife. You struggled for a little with another member of the group, but he was young and scrawny and more frightened than you. You growled as you kicked his shin and bit down onto his forearm. He let go of the blade. You swung the knife in semicircles in front of you, warding off the other group members. When their leader collapsed to the pavement in a bloody, barely breathing heap, they scattered, leaving the asshole behind.

Frank gazed at you amorously. You pocketed the knife and offered him your hand. He took if and pulled you tight against your side. You walked like that until you reached the car. Frank offered to drive, but you knew he was probably still drunk. You drove in silence, until you took a left five minutes later.

"This isn't the way to my place," Frank grumbled beside you.

"I know," you chirped.

You gazed at Frank out of the side of your eye. He looked totally indifferent, not a single bruise or scratch marring his beautiful skin.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Home."

Frank smiled in the passenger seat. He knew exactly where he was going now. Home was wherever you were, and that made Frank the happiest he had been in a very long time.

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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 2 years

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"Little Things"

So im not sure about this one, i wrestled with this request, despite it was a really simple a cute idea. I love them both but gosh it's hard to write both in one fic. It was requested by Anon, so please, if you aren't satisfied with this, i had another idea for this, s if you would like to read that to, let me know.

Frank Castle x Reader (a faint Matt Murdock X Reader)

Warnings: None i think, but let me know if something should be here

Request: "Please could you write a frank x reader where frank doesn't realise he loves her until matt hints at it? he doesn't realise all the little things he does for her until its pointed out. pretty please, if you get time, your writing is amazing btw!"

Matt wasn't sure that this is the right thing to do. He dressed casually, without his cane, in case someone would recognize Frank. The only thing he's here is you. You asked him to be there, and help. Plus Frank promised info he needs about Fisk. So here he is, outside of the lovely old diner that smells like centuries old oil and cholesterol. Whatever that smells like. He's nervous beyond the reasonable, but he counts it as a meeting with the most wanted criminal at the moment in New York, who happens to be with his long time friend he loves and cherries too much. He can't remember when it happened, when did you decided to try this dangerous path, while you had simpler and nicer route in life. Maybe that's the thing. You don't like simple.

He steps in, hands in the pocket of his jacket, hearing your soft whisper at the back corner, probably a suitable blind spot for someone who is on the run. He walks over with confidence, acts like a normal guy, who just here to meet his friends for an unhealthy dinner, drink a hot tasteless coffee, have a chat. He can feel your heartbeat spike when you see him, checking him out quickly before you plaster big a smile on your face. You are grateful for him, that he's here, and overall he's your friend. But he knows that this smile is a halfhearted gesture. The tension in your body is unbearable, even for him, and he can take a lot. Might be the fact it's you, and he's more sensitive about his friends than himself.

"Oh my gosh it's so good to see you." You stand up from the booth, you hands leaving another persons skin with a soothing motion. He can't concentrate on Frank much more, you take up every senses he's got while you jump on him with a bear hug. "I missed you" You whisper.

"You know, you could send some smoke signals, or send a text that you are okay." He has more of an edge, but you understand. You got lost in the life of a wanted man, and it mad everything difficult. Even being in touch with him, and the others.

"I know, 'm sorry." Voice muffled in his jacket, laced with guilt and overflowing care. You let go of him, and sit back next to Frank, who's eyes never left Matt's figure. Matt can feel the hostile stare, but doesn't take it personally. It's Frank's nature, and to be honest, he would do the same.

The silence is a bit too much, but neither Matt or Frank tries to break it. They perfected the heavy quietness, but you are not taking it very well, and you hate both of them for loving this method so much. They mastered it as a weapon and defense mechanism, and now they can't say shit because that means one of them have to cave in. And of course that's not a freaking option.

You don't know what to say, and that creates a bubble in your chest, coming up with a deep groan you cannot stop. Attention turns to you, and it's good enough. At least they snapped out of their intimidation game.

"So. I wouldn't ask for anything if it wouldn't be that important"

"Russians. I need intel on the Russians." Frank continues, and you send a nasty look in his direction. You agreed that you will be the one talking.

"What intel?" Matt turns to Frank, eyes moving rapidly between you, waiting for a response.

"Anything. Who's the big fish, who does the dirty job, what business they're doing." You take back the leash, trying to signal Frank to leave it to you.

Matt brows furrow at your words, not believing you are the one asking. Shit what mess you gotten yourself into.

"Why?"

"I have eyes on a priest. He was at Russian territory, wanna know what his connection to them." Matt can feel the daggers you are shooting at Frank, he almost wants to laugh at it, how ridiculously chaotic and well forged your dynamic with Castle.

Matt wants to speak, but he can feel the breeze with the waitress, a freshly brewed coffee in her hands. That's when your breath hitches, the nervous habit you do when you try to hold back something. This little thing always signaled that you are lying or keeping back something, he never ever had to listen to you heartbeat.

You smile at the kind face, leaning back to Frank, you denim jacket grazing with Frank's leather coat. Your back against him, body turned outwards to the waitress.

"Hello darling, would you like some coffee?" She asks, and you nod happily, pushing your mug closer to the edge of the table. "That would be nice, thank you." She pours for you, Frank waves, the previous brew still in his mug.

"Can i bring something for you my dear?" Matt can feel her eyes on him, so he turns, a charming smile plastered on his features. "No thank you, i'm okay." The lady nods before leaving the table.

You shift your body back, but your arm still touches Frank's, staying closer this time. Frank doesn't mind, he's not moving away, he stays where he is.

Your heart beating madly, and Frank's matching yours like a perfect puzzle piece. You are talking, but Matt only hears the noisy beating he can't figure out.

"Matt?" You reach for his hands, warm fingers connecting his cold hand, bringing him back from his mind palace. Heat starts to radiate of off Frank like he's burning in the middle of a bonfire.

"I need couple of nights, see what they are up to. I can't promise anything."

"Right, right. Thank you Matt, really." You squeeze his hand before sliding your fingers back around your steaming mug.

"Do i want to know what you are up to?" Matt asks staring ahead, for a moment you aren't sure who he's asking, but Frank does seem to know.

"Better for you if you don't know." Frank says, his right arm stretching out up in the air, landing with a soft huff behind your neck on the back-rest. He gives you a better position to just scoop in the perfect curve of his side, and it's so tempting, warming up yourself with his body heat, that seems to never wear off. You glance at his side profile, jaw pressed together, a light reminder of a gash on his eyebrow, little hairs missing where the scar healed.

"Yeah, that's what i thought." Matt sounds a little sour, but you try not to take it too badly. You and Frank did favors for him before, that's the only reason you even considered asking for his help.

Your mind wanders off, remembering all the things you went through with these two men. Frank arms softly slides down on your shoulder, warmness flushing your cheeks, suddenly the air is suffocating you with the close proximity. Trembling hands reaching for the coffee, you are so caught up with your body touching his, you forget how to function. Your fingers can't grasp the mug properly, and it almost slips out of your hand, Frank manages to catch your hand attached poorly with the mug. That makes you jump a little, still confused what happened, knocking down the spoon you shoveled tons of sugar into the black drink.

"Shit" You murmur, irritated with you own silliness, having a ridiculous high school level crush on Frank. You bend down for the item, feeling Frank shift next to you.

If you could, you would have spent the next 10 minutes at least in that position, so you could just hide from the two men. A air between the three of you is thick and uncomfortable, mostly because Frank and Matt, the living breathing connection is you for them.

When you lift yourself back to the seat Franks arm that rested behind you is now in front of you, grabbing the edge o the table you were grabbing onto to support your weight. He only moves away when you are upright again.

A couple drop of coffee stains the table along with the sleeve of your hoodie under your denim jacket.

You sigh, hating the feeling of wetness on your clothing, touching your bare skin under it. "Urgh, i'll be right back." You say, giving Frank a warning look before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

Frank's gaze lingers on you on your whole journey to the short walk to the restroom, eyes never leaving the door you disappeared behind. He will watch that door until you emerge again.

"You love her, don't you?" Matt can sense Frank shift in his seat, heart picking up a faster pace. He won't react. At least verbally,his body betrayed him the moment Matt stepped to the booth they were seated. And it continuous to betray him since that moment.

"How did you put that together, huh?" Frank pinches the bridge of his nose, takes an aggressive inhale, a nervous habit he does too much.

"You've been in physical contact with her since i arrived, your body is leaned forward, shielding her from the window, when she bent down, you grabbed the edge of the table. You know she would have hurt herself by bumping into it, she always does."

Frank is more than speechless. And annoyed. "You done?"

"No." Matt knows Frank will do everything in his power to protect you, but he feels the need to let him know, he will do the exact same. "Don't mess this up Castle. She's..."

"I know." Frank stops the sentence, knowing very well what Matt means.

"She might forgive you, but i won't if anything happens to her." Matt is dead serious, and Frank can tell. It's not a threat, it's a promise.

Frank's breaths changes, his body readjusting in the narrow space the booth gives him, and second later you are back next to him. Frank tries to act normal, but you can tell he had a somewhat unpleasant talk with Matt.

"Everything good?" You ask in hopes of an honest answer.

"Peachy." Frank says with an obvious sarcasm.

Matt slides out of the outdated booth, pulling the baseball cap on his head close to his sunglasses.

"You leaving already?" You aren't trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. You wanted more time with him. He turns your way, a faint smile on his face.

"Don't be a stranger." That's all he says before leaving with confident steps out of the little diner. He still hears you interrogate Castle, when he steppes out of the oily smelling space to the fresh winter air.

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couples therapy (frank castle)

summary: you go to couple's therapy with frank castle. it's just as terrible as you can imagine.

warnings: so much language. at least 10 f-bombs.

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Couples therapy felt like a stupid fucking idea, to be honest.

There was only three feet between you and Frank; you wanted to be closer but at the same time, you wanted to drop kick his loud-talking, argumentative, defensive ass to the other side of the city. No, scratch that. The country, or maybe even world. Somewhere far enough so that you didn't have to look at his stupid face but somewhere close enough that you could still reach out for him in the night. Somewhere far enough so that you couldn't hear that gravelly voice that made your skin crawl, but somewhere close enough so that he could still whisper horny sweet nothings in your ear.

And it was thoughts like that that made you realise why you were here.

There had been a few weeks of tension; that had grown into two months of shit bubbling under the surface. You were mad at him. He was mad at you. You couldn't bring it up because he'd accuse you of overreacting and he couldn't bring it up because even before all the PTSD-causing-crap he'd lived through, Frank was shit at coming to terms with how he felt about things. Vocalising his emotions wasn't his strongpoint. Revenge and killing was. So, safe to say that this was his personal form of hell. Anyways. That shit had hit the fan eventually and now it was splattered all over the room and it was covering you both and no matter how many metaphorical showers you took, nothing would fix this except the clean slate that emotional catharsis would bring you.

Maybe you'd break up. Maybe you'd stay together. Maybe it was all up to the gaunt, old man in the chair opposite you who reminded you a little too much of John Kramer and was draining $50 an hour from your bank right now. Did they do Groupons for couples therapy?

"So," he began. His name was Doctor Richards. He was a little too quiet for your liking. "Tell me...why are you here?"

Frank let out a gruff laugh. "Isn't that what you're here to tell us, Doc?"

"No, actually," he shook his head. "You explain your problems to me and I'll give you reasonable solutions to try and fix those problems."

There was a moment of silence, and Doctor Richards glanced at you.

"Is he always this defensive?"

It was your turn to laugh now.

"Uhhh, not always," you replied. "Not with me, at least. More so with other people."

"So he's more open with you?" the doctor raised his eyebrows, but then glanced between you. "Emotional vulnerability is a good sign. A sign of life - of course, unless, this has changed over the course of your relationship."

"It hasn't," Frank firmly said. "I laid myself bare the day we met. That hasn't changed."

"He's right," you nodded. "I just...I think you have a hard time articulating your feelings, Frank. Sometimes when you do open up to me, it turns into an argument."

"That's bullshit," Frank muttered.

You cleared your throat and turned to look back at your relationship saviour. "We're here because we argue too fucking much, doc. If I say nothing, he gets mad. If I respond, I'm overreacting-"

"- because you do overreact!" he interrupted you.

"Maybe because you never let me fucking talking talk!" you snapped.

"Guys!" Richards cut you both off. "This is a safe space and I'm going to give you both a chance to talk. That's how you get to the bottom of things."

You glanced at Frank. "Can I go first?"

"Yes."

Shuffling uncomfortably in your seat, you glanced down at your hands and cleared your throat. There was so much on your mind but a complete disconnect between your brain and your mouth; translating your thoughts into feelings was hard at the best of times, but even harder under pressure. You didn't want to say something to upset Frank, even less to hurt him.

"I..." you trailed off. "I've always been someone who likes to talk about things, you know? I like to communicate, especially with the people I love, so I'm always open when something upsets me or doesn't feel right. Conversation is important to me but I think you're different, Frank. You like to think and not feel and when you refuse to talk to me about shit, it hurts. It's like you can open up to me about all your feelings except the ones about me and in my mind,. those are the most important ones."

Frank didn't respond; he just looked at you.

"For someone that chats so much shit, you sure seem to keep quiet on a lot of things," you continued, voice dropping to a murmur now. "I'm not overreacting when I respond the way I do. It's just fucking frustrating."

He looked away, brown eyes staring blankly at the wall behind Richards for a moment. That was the first time in the better part of three years that you's actually seen Frank quiet.

(Save for when he was sleeping, and the time he almost died in the middle of your living room).

"I like to keep certain things quiet," Frank finally spoke. His eyes flickered from the wall, down to your new therapist. "I work a night job, doc. It gets stressful. I deal with some heavy shit."

"It's an overused saying, but a problem halved is a problem shared," Richards replied. "You have a partner who is willing to listen. One who I assume knows their threshold, and would tell you if sharing it was too much."

"He's right," you said. "When you shut me out and bottle it up, it builds up, and then you get shitty with me and it manifests itself in every part of your life. Of our lives. Because we're intertwined as shit, Frank, and you can't pick and choose what parts you share with me."

Frank sniffed. "Well, hell. Look at us breaking ground."

"A lot of people come into couple therapy assuming it means their relationship is over," Richards said. "That's almost never the case. It shows you're both willing to work on it."

Your eyes fell to the floor for a moment. Frank had been strangely willing to come here; it wasn't something you'd thought about too much before now, but his willingness felt like hope to you. This time a few years ago, he would have walked away at the first sign of trouble. Now he wanted to take your hand and walk towards it.

"I can't tell you about all your problems based entirely on this conversation, but I can...I can share some introspection from a third party perspective," Richards said. "Frank, you have a partner whose willing to listen, but...maybe they go about saying it in the wrong way. Maybe it feels forced, or like they're not letting you do it on their own terms."

"I guess," Frank murmured. "What if I don't want to share? What if...what if I just want to protect them from all this dark shit?"

"You can choose what you share," he replied. "But if you choose not to share, you have to communicate that."

The apartment was tense when you and Frank got back. It had been a tense two hours; talks of communication and honesty, of sharing your lives and being partners. It had been okay for the first hour, but as soon as you hit the second you felt like you'd kind of gotten the point. You and Frank weren't the worst couple in the world, and couple therapy was fucking boring. That had been your main take away.

You threw your keys on the side, dumping your jacket as you entered the flat. Everything was as you left it; washing up from breakfast in the sink, pile of boots by the door, a letter pinned on your notice board about an increase in rent. All things that were headaches in themselves, but simply just contributing factors to a bigger, ongoing migraine. Frank was behind you, dragging his feet and huffing.

"Something you want to share, Frankie?" you asked, glancing over your shoulder.

"That felt like bullshit."

You snorted. "I felt like I was being listened to for the first time in months. Maybe that speaks volumes."

"Oh, come on," he rolled his eyes. "How are we leavin' couples therapy and you're already having a go at me?"

"Sorry," you murmured. "Honestly, Frank, I'm just fucking frustrated. I've said all I need to say but...whether or not you wanna listen and actually work on it is what counts."

"Are you dumb?" Frank asked, but quickly regretted his choice of words. "Shit. Baby, I'm sorry - I didn't mean it like that-"

"- how the fuck did you mean it then, Franklin?"

He paused, holding his hands out for a moment. "I just sat in a cramped room with some Jigsaw lookin' motherfucker for the better part of two hours, listening to you complain - rightfully so, don't get me wrong - and tryna take notes on how I can be a better partner to you. Maybe it's not obvious, and maybe it won't be for hot a fuckin' minute, not until I've got my ducks in a line, or just shot em all, but just...I will try, okay? I need you to be patient with me but..."

Frank took your hand, placing your palm on his chest. He covered it with his own large one, tangling your fingers together and pausing for a moment.

"I need patience...please?"

You nodded, letting him squeeze your hand. "Yeah. Shit, Frankie, I'm sorry. I love you."

He smiled. "I love you too."

"We'll be okay, won't we?"

"Of course we will."

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trace [ billy russo ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; a lazy day spent in bed with your lover

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, illusion to sex + general fluff [ massages + kisses ]

the better part of the morning had been spent in each other’s arms, before stomachs growled and the two of you had padded off towards the kitchen in search for something simple to eat. which had proven to be quite the task, considering billy couldn’t keep his hands off you for one second.

breakfast was quite, save for the lingering touches and soft hums that came from billy as you sat atop his thighs, arm wrapped snuggly around your waist before lips pressed against your jaw in-between bites of food.

he aided in clean up, or as best as he could considering his arms still continued to stay wrapped around your frame until you tell him everything is all clean, “perfect.” he smiles, dragging you by the hand back towards the bedroom. he’s quick to guide you back into bed, body practically laying atop his on as hands smooth along your spine.

you hum, snuggling further into his embrace as your face drops into the crook of his neck. billy only smiles wider, nuzzling into your head as fingertips dig softly into the flesh, shifting until they find a knot before

“that feels good...” you hum against his neck, smiling as he repeats the same action along your sides and the upper part of your back. his fingers work along the expanse of your back, rubbing out any sore spots the lingered in your muscles. billy drew soft moans from your lips with each press of his hands, not moving on from a spot until the muscle relaxed fully and the spot was warm from his touch.

after a particularly harsh hiss, billy’s hands lifted from your skin, hovering over your back as he turns to look at you, “did i push too hard?” he questions concerningly, only turning into confusion the second a low chuckle leaves your lips and you lift yourself up from your position to look him straight in the eye, “no... it honestly felt good. just took me by surprise.”

he smiles at your reassurance, shaking his head softly before pulling you back down to lay against his chest once more. hands settle to their previous position, this time taking on a more gentle approach as he works out the large knot laying to the side of your shoulder blade.

billy all but basks in the little noises you make with each press. your hums of pleasure slowly turning into moans of relief that sends blood rushing through his body -- a subconscious reaction he has whenever those noises reach his ears. the second he’s done, you’re sitting up. moving to straddle his hips with a bright smile, “how can i repay you?”

your question, although teasing, brings a smile to his face as hands ghost up the tops of your thighs toward your hips, “i can think of a few weeks, baby. depends on what you’re willing to do.”

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“Why are you so nice to me?” (Frank Castle x Reader)

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A/N: oop- i’m in my frank castle era and no one can stop me. this was meant to be 500 words and then i accidentally wrote 3,000. soft!frank is my comfort character and that’s the hill i’m choosing to die on.

Summary: Frank and Reader unexpectedly confront their feelings for one another on a rooftop.

Warnings: mentions of blood/past injuries, soft smutty frank, reader is female presenting w/ long-ish hair

You glared at the bouquet of roses that had mysteriously appeared in your kitchen window, thrusting your purse against the couch with a huff. You had been gone less than five minutes, but you knew that was more than enough time for Frank Castle to send you a message.

You knew it was Frank’s doing. The flower vase had been plucked from the top shelf of your kitchen cabinets, a place that, conveniently, only Frank could reach. His signal was simple, but effective, and the only way he had been communicating with you for the last six months.

Six months. That’s how long it had been since you stumbled across his unconscious body on your rooftop, covered in blood and bruises. When he came to, you were in the middle of stitching up a cut on his arm. He had thrashed around, trying to get away from you in his vulnerable condition, but his head had been thoroughly battered, so you had won that struggle. That was the first and likely the last time you would be able to subdue the Punisher.

When you had finished patching him up, you helped him to his feet and said your goodbyes, convinced that you’d never see him again. Then the flowers started arriving. Every once in a while, a new bouquet would appear in your windowsill, and you’d know that Frank wanted to see you. Sometimes he came to your door and knocked, other times he’d slide through the window from the fire escape. A few times, after especially hard nights, you’ve had to track him to the rooftop, where you’d sit with him for hours, not saying anything to each other.

Frank liked that you didn’t ask too many questions, and at first, that was an easy thing to offer him. You barely knew anything about him, other than the fact that he made sure bad people paid for their wrongdoings. But, as your relationship with Frank had evolved, so had your concern.

It started really subtly. You would see a report on the news about a warehouse explosion and wonder if Frank was involved. That quickly developed into hoping you’d get flowers so that at least you’d know that he was alive after bad shit went down in the city.

Now, you were harboring a big fat crush on the big bad Punisher, and you didn’t know what to do about it. Frank was easily one of the prettiest men you’d ever seen, but his demeanor was what drew you to him. Yes, he was responsible for killing some really bad men. Yes, he was violent and angry at the people who took his family from him. Yes, he was extremely grumpy sometimes and would distance himself from you for a couple of weeks at a time.

But he was also very gentle and caring. You felt it in the light touches he’d press into your back as he walked past you in your tiny kitchen, and in the way he’d consoled you after your favorite stray cat passed away. Even when you had tried to carry too much up the stairs and scraped your knees to high hell, he had gently cleaned the wounds while you tried and failed to hold onto your pride in front of him.

Frank Castle was a deeply misunderstood human being, but you saw him, and he saw you.

You glanced at the clock – 11:48pm – and went to put your shoes back on. If it was this late already, he’d be up on the roof waiting for you. You grabbed your first aid kit, which had been emptied and restocked about a million times since meeting Frank, and the bag of sandwiches you’d ordered at the bodega on the corner, grateful that you’d bought enough for two.

New York City was beautiful during the day, but at night, when the city was lit, and the streets weren’t crowded with cars and people, it was encapsulating. October called for cold nights, so you shivered as you walked through the roof access door. You hadn’t thought to bring a jacket.

Frank was sitting in his usual spot, back against an air vent, legs stretched out in front of him, looking out into the city. The only indication that he knew you were there was a slight head tilt. His face, in all its beauty, was stoic and surprisingly unmarked. Tinges of yellow and green were scattered across his face – old bruises that were almost completely gone. His expression suggested that he was thinking hard about something, which meant he might not even say a word to you tonight, other than a quiet “Goodnight,” when he was leaving.

You gently sat down next to him, handing him a sandwich and tearing into your own.

“Thank you.” It was a hushed whisper, barely audible, but you bumped his shoulder with your own in response. You were both silent as you ate, and you spent a lot of that time scanning his body for injuries. He didn’t seem like he was in pain, and you couldn’t see any wounds, but that didn’t mean he was untouched. Frank was a master at pretending he was okay.

You were startled out of your thoughts as Frank slowly leaned his leg towards yours, brushing up against your own in a warm and comforting manner. Your gaze flicked up to his face, only to flick back down to where your legs were touching.

“Are you okay?” You asked, tilting your chin towards his body. A breeze picked up, and you involuntarily shivered as you turned to look at him.

“Are you cold?” His voice was a smooth, warm injection into your veins, something you felt in the pit of your stomach. He had already begun taking his jacket off, apparently uninterested in your response. He gently wrapped the jacket around your shoulders and untucked your hair for you, taking care to tuck any loose strands behind your ears. You muttered a thanks, before turning away from him so that he couldn’t see the blush creeping up your neck. He had no idea how crazy he made you.

His gravelly voiced echoed across the rooftop as he said your name.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I mean, the sandwiches, the stitches, the late nights. You let me into your home. You could’ve easily left me for dead when you found me the first night, but you didn’t. You could’ve easily forgotten about me. Gone on with your life and pretended you’d never seen me.”

You met his fiery gaze, curious as to where this was coming from. Your arrangement worked because neither of you asked each other tough questions.

“I...I don’t know, Frank. Maybe I’m just a nice person.” You shrugged.

“No. Not this nice. There are plenty of people who would’ve run screaming if the Punisher ended up half-dead on their rooftop. Some might’ve finished the job. Why did you help me? Why do you help me, even now?”

His gaze was determined, and it dawned on you that he might be asking these questions out of insecurity. Did he think you were doing this in exchange for something? You were as honest as you could be without letting your feelings for him loose.

“I don’t have a good reason for why I helped you the first time. I couldn’t just leave you for dead, I guess.” You shrugged again, looking everywhere but his face. “I help you because I think you might be lonely. And I’m lonely too. And because I believe you’re a good person, Frank,” you finished, giving him a pointed look.

He took a slow breath, looking down at his lap. You guessed you were right in your assessment. You gnawed at your bottom lip, hoping you hadn’t crossed a line that would cause him to distance himself from you.

“I’m sorry,” you start, shaking your head, “I shouldn’t have said that about you. I’m-”

“I think you’re probably right,” he interrupted, looking back at your face, “You make me feel...less alone. Which is probably why I keep coming back.” He granted you a small smile, something you’d only seen on a few, rare occasions.

“You make me feel less alone too, Frankie.” You whispered, tucking your knees into your chest and resting your chin on them.

You sat in comfortable silence, looking over his features as he did the same.

“Is that why you came tonight? If you’re not hurt...,” you raised an eyebrow at him, “You’re not hurt, right?”

Frank chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not hurt.”

He paused, looking directly at you. You felt a sturdy warmth in his gaze. His eyes, usually distant and cold, were soft and unwavering as he shifted his body to face yours.

“I think...I mean I’m pretty sure I came because I wanted to see you. Is that such a bad thing?” His question was barely spoken above a whisper. He wore a vulnerable expression, an expression that you’d come to yearn for. Frank Castle was not a vulnerable man, but you’d seen him at his worst, and you’d stayed anyway.

You faced him, crossing your legs so that your knees were touching his. Slowly, you lifted your hand, softly tracing the scars that littered his face. The scars that you’d sewn together time and time again. Across his eyebrow, down his nose, across his lips, and along his jaw line, until you finally rested your palm on his cheek.

“It’s not a bad thing, Frankie.” You murmured.

He leaned into your hold, squeezing his eyes shut. You know it must be hard for him to admit his feelings, however confusing they may be. For the short time that you’ve known him, you could clearly tell that he has an undying loyalty to his late wife and kids.

He leaned in, resting his forehead on yours. His hands came up to cup your neck and jaw. He repeated your name under his breath like a mantra.

“I don’t know if this makes me a bad person, but when I’m with you, it just feels,” he paused, “it just feels right, ya know? I don’t have to hide from you. You see me. You see me, and you don’t run.”

You shook your head. “You’re not a bad person, Frank.”

Slowly, he leaned in further, pressing his lips against yours. It was a soft kiss, but the intent was clear. Tingles ran through your body he kissed you like you were the most important thing in the world. His hands tightened around your head, pulling you towards him.

His tongue ran against your bottom lip, asking for permission. You’d never given permission so quickly before. Your tongue met his in a searing kiss. You’d never been kissed with so much passion. Then again, it seemed Frank functioned on passion, whether it be with anger or otherwise.

You parted from him, catching your breath. His expression immediately turned apologetic, but you shook your head before he could get a word out.

“Let’s go inside.” You gestured to the door.

He followed you down the stairs, fiddling with your fingers as you led him to your apartment.

As soon as Frank closed the door behind him, he was on you, his front to your back. He slowly stripped his jacket off your shoulders, dropping it to the floor beside him. His body was warm, despite the chill in the October air. He tilted your chin towards him, angling your head so that you could look at him.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You can tell me to stop. I won’t be upset.”

“There you go again, trying to give yourself an out.” You smile at him, turning so you could fully face him. “I want this, Frank. I have for a long time. Do you?”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. He backed you into the wall, pressing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. His hands roamed down the sides of your body, from your waist to your hips, cupping your ass as he molded his body to yours. Your body responded, arching towards him. He left a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck, where he focused the attention of his tongue.

You let out a soft moan, running your hands down his torso. You pawed at the bottom of his shirt, slowly lifting it up his body and over his head. You’d seen him shirtless before this, but he was usually bleeding or unconscious, so you stifled another moan.

Your eye caught a new bruise, blooming ugly and purple around his ribs.

“Frank! You said you weren’t hurt!”

“’s nothin, sweetheart. Just a bruise,” he mumbled into your neck.

Your body clenched at the pet name. You could definitely get used to that.

He molded his body into yours again, lifting your body and wrapping your legs around his waist. Navigating to your bedroom was easy for him, considering all the times he’s had to walk through it to get to your bathroom.

He softly placed you on the bed, bringing your shirt up and over your head. His lips met yours again, and you quickly started undoing his belt buckle. His hands stopped yours from reaching their goal.

“I got it, baby. Let me take care of you, like you take such good care of me.”

You laid back, panting as he unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs. He stifled a groan and gazed at the ceiling. You were wearing a matching set of black lace bra and panties. His hands roamed up your legs, pausing at the tops of your thighs. He leaned in, licking a line from your navel to the top of your panties.

You moaned, arching into his touch.

“Frankie, please.” You gasped, begging for him to keep touching you.

He gazed at you, before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. Slowly, he brought his hands down your sides again, pulling your panties down and placing them in his back pocket.

You were now completely bare before him, gazing up at him with a doe-like expression.

He mumbled your name under his breath, running his hands across your stomach.

“You’re...amazing. You’re beautiful. I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I never thought...,” he trailed off. His voice was breathless, like he was trying to take in the sight before him.

“Please, Frankie. Please.” You pleaded with him to touch you, voice breaking.

His eyes darkened as he slowly took his pants off, holding your gaze.

Your eyes widened at his size, although you shouldn't have been surprised. You’d seen the man in his underwear many times before when you were patching him up, so you had a good idea that he was big, but you never let yourself think about it too much.

You shuffled back on the bed as Frank crawled up your body, stopping when his head hung above yours.

“Is this still okay?” He murmured, looking for any signs of regret in your eyes.

You groaned. “Frank, if you don’t fuck me into next week right now, I’m never speaking to yo-”

You were cut off with a searing kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and he swallowed your moans as he lined himself up with your entrance.

He pushed into you with the gentlest thrust he could muster. You pulled him closer to you, arching into his body.

He let out a muffled moan into your shoulder when he was fully inside of you.

“So wet for me, baby. Fuck.” He grunted as he pushed into you again with more force.

An overwhelming warmth overtook your body as he got rougher with his thrusts. He was moving at an agonizingly slow pace, but you could already tell you’d be sore in the morning.

“Please, Frankie. Faster.” You moaned into his chest. He obliged, slamming into you faster.

The room became a den of moans, skin slapping skin as he fucked you raw. He reached down, circling his thumb around your clit. Your heart very nearly leaped out of your chest. The knot at the bottom of your stomach became tighter and tighter as you got closer to your orgasm.

“’m gonna come, Frankie.” You shuttered, holding onto his biceps as his finger began making faster circles.

“Come, baby. Come on my cock, sweetheart.”

You groaned as your orgasm washed over you. A sickening wave of heat and pleasure overtook your body, and you swore you saw stars for a second. Frank’s finger didn’t slow, riding out your orgasm as long as possible.

Your heart pounded as you came down from your high. Frank sat back on his knees, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he pounded into you with a newfound force.

“Where do you want me to come, baby?” He grunted through gritted teeth.

“Oh god, please come in me, Frankie. I’m on birth contr-”

His moan cut you off as he came deep inside you. Warm spirts of his cum filled you to the brim. He panted, kissing your inner thighs as you both came down from your highs.

You closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of Frank Castle deep inside of you. You both groaned as he pulled out. Frank disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a cloth, cleaning you. Your legs shook with the overstimulation, which made him smirk and kiss your thighs again.

You were barely coherent as he helped you under the covers, only coming to when you realized he wasn’t crawling into bed next to you.

“Stay. Stay with me. Please” You mumbled, holding onto his hand as he tried to walk towards his discarded clothes.

He nodded. “Okay, baby. I’ll stay.”

He got under the covers, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. He mumbled your name into your shoulder as he left a trail of kisses down your neck.

“I meant to ask you to dinner, tonight. I wasn’t expecting this.” He murmured.

You sighed happily, kissing his scarred knuckles.

“I would love to have dinner with you, but ask me again tomorrow, Frank. I’m sleepy.”

You were falling into unconsciousness quickly. He kissed your temple and nodded.

“Okay, sweetheart.”

End Note:

I hope you liked it. This was not beta read so if you see any mistakes, no you didn’t! I’m newer to writing smut (but not new to reading it! lol) This will likely develop into a series, where we get glimpses of Frank/Reader before this night and afterwards. I’m also a hoe for Matt Murdock so don’t be surprised if he shows up. I don’t have a specific point in Frank’s storylines that this takes place, so let’s just pretend it all makes sense.

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Only a Second

Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: You have the ability to heal wounds when you focus your energy on a person, but not to bring back a life.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood, cursing, a couple mentions of possible sexy time, a graphic threat.

a/n: hi y'all, it's been a minute... this one has been in the works for a while. Really quick, if you want to be apart of a taglist, send me an ask. I will happily add you to it!

If you could just touch him, only for a second. A second was all you needed and then you would let them tear you apart. But some masked men were holding you back as you struggled. Some other man had been holding your face forcing you to watch, not that you wouldn't as Frank was being pinned to the floor and beat. At this point you weren't sure who had more blood on them, the man in the mask or Frank.

"FRANK!" You screeched as you struggled against the men. "LET HIM GO! PLEASE JUST LET HIM GO!!" It was as if you weren't even there. Frank let out a deep stifled groan as he tried to face his head to you. But he was quickly put back in his place. "FRANK. BABY DON'T MOVE! IT'LL BE OKAY! I'LL GET TO YOU!" Your throat was on fire, your heart burning more. You only needed a second to save him.

How you got in this situation was far beyond your understanding. Sure you and Frank were having a date night so you both relaxed. But the man was ex-military and was practically a superhero. There was no way they could have caught him off guard without having some kind of prior engagement with the both of you. And here you were, the one with actual superpowers yet you sat there useless.

The problem was that you actually needed to be touching the person to heal them. They would kill you almost instantly that was sure, but if you could free Frank, nothing else mattered.

~~~~1 hour earlier~~~~

“And so then this man, who I know for a fact has heightened senses, smacks the shit out of my leg.” Frank chokes on his laugh, he pretends to hate Murdock. But you knew there was a soft spot — no matter how small it may be — in his heart for the lawyer. “I’m talking full on baseball player smack. Can you believe the little devil?”

“He is DareDevil is he not?” He gives you that unbelievably hot look before scoffing and shaking his head. As he goes to take a deep sip of his drink you rub your foot up his leg as slowly and seductively as you can, seeing how far you can push him. Tonight Matt had offered to do patrol alone so that Frank could take you out and spend the evening with you for your 2 year anniversary. You intended to put every minute of your time together to use.

Though you hadn’t meant for him to down the whole cup before aggressively waving down a waiter. “Frankie, what are you doing? I wanted a piece of cake…” Those damned doe eyes.

“You know what you are doing, and you’re crazier than red if you think I am gonna let it slide.” the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. The second the bill was paid he had his hand wrapped around your waist hauling you along. Pressing a kiss to your nose he opened the door for you following behind.

Maybe it was because of how distracted you were, maybe it was because of the buzz of alcohol mixed with the burning love you had for the man behind you; or maybe it was the drug that was unknowingly mixed into your drink. You hadn’t been caught off guard by the hand that grabbed your wrist, thinking it was only Frank. It was only when something was smothering your face that you felt the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Frantically you tugged at the arms that had now found themselves wrapped around you. You tried to yell for Frank, but the darkness consumed you before you could hear a response.

You had been out for at least 30 minutes, by the time you had enough strength to open your eyes Frank had been beaten so badly that you couldn’t tell where his blood started and the other man’s began. What in the hell were they doing? Why were they doing this?

The iron smell had overtaken the cement room, you were sure you would be sick if you inhaled much more. You felt sick from not only the smell, but the sight as well. Your lover hung not 10 feet away getting pummeled and you could do nothing to prevent it; you wanted to look away, but you simply couldn’t.

“Baby girl,” His voice was hoarse and you could see some blood come sputtering out of his mouth. “Don- don’t look, please.” Frank's words were slurred and his face held no expression. His arms were bound to be out of his sockets by now with the way he was hanging, his feet were barely grazing the floor.

“Frank, just hold on please. I promise we’ll get through this, and then we can lay down and rest for a while. Just hold on!” Though your pleading seemed futile as you received a harsh slap across the face. This elicited an angry groan from Frank and a sharp yelp from yourself.

Something in you screamed, shrieked, thrashed about. None of the men were wearing masks, this meant you weren’t going to make it out of this alive. You tried to pry your hands out of the cuffs, of course your powers were only good for one thing. Light pulling became aggressive yanking, soon enough you heard a crack before one of your hands was free. Though when you pulled it in front of your face you immediately felt the pain at the sight of your deformed hand. Shit. Nothing felt right, things felt too easy, you shouldn’t have been able to get your hand out of the cuff. Then you were screaming, you were screaming for your lover, for yourself, for anyone. With how long you were out you couldn’t have been far, you were screaming for Murdock. You felt a prick in your neck and things got fuzzy before everything went black.

Everything was hazy, but you could tell you weren’t in the same place. You were on a bed, a rather comfy one. Instead of filling your mind with relief all you felt was dread. Where was Frank? What were they going to do to you? Why had they moved you when they could’ve done this in front of Frank to tourture him. Endless questions and worries filled your head.

“Y/N, are you alright?” The voice didn’t hold any anger or disgust but instead it was full of worry.

“Where is Frank?! I swear to God if you hurt him anymore I will slit your throat!” Almost flying off the bed when you sat up pushed your head into a panic, you expected to be chained down. “What the hell?” The room was dark, you could only see the person's figure.

“It’s okay, he’s alright. I promise you, he was just resting on the couch. Someone had to patch him up.” A huff escaped his lips and a sob slipped past yours. He had heard you, Matt Murdock had actually heard you. Slipping out from underneath the silk comforter you wobbled your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you Matt, I can’t thank you enough. I thought I was going to watch him die, or worse. I was so close to him, if they had just made a mistake.” Your mind was buzzing around louder than a colony of bees. He rubbed your back lightly in an attempt to slow your heart and calm you down. After a few moments he led you out to the living room where Frank had been laying back holding an ice pack to his face.

“Frankie,” Your breath was swept away again, it was as if someone had stolen one of your lungs yet again. “Let me help you honey.” He turned to face you, oh goodness his poor face. You’d love him no matter how he looked, but he almost didn’t look like you Frank. Slowly you raised your hand to hold his face, grabbing the ice pack from him you lightly pressed your forehead against his. His injuries started to heal ever so slowly.

“This is why we don’t do date nights out.” His voice was almost gone. But he was still trying to keep your mind off everything that happened. Matt had chuckled from the kitchen at that.

“Don’t- don’t ever do that again.” You didn’t know you were crying until you heard it in your voice.

“I didn’t do anything sweetie.”

“Shut your stupid face, you know what I mean. I- I can’t lose you Frank, you were right there. I could’ve saved you if you were just a little bit closer.” He wrapped his arms around you tighter.

“Don’t take this on your own. You couldn’t have done anything and that’s okay. It’s okay Y/N, we are here now and we are safe.” He said softly. By now most of the small injuries were gone. He took your hands from his face kissing your knuckles.

“We are okay, we are safe.” You repeat softly. “Guess we can’t have the special evening like we planned.” You joked.

“Who ever said that? I can think of a couple ways for it to still work out.” He cracked a smile. You heard shuffling and a cough from the kitchen.

“Get out of my home! I can smell it on the both of you.” Matt shouted. “I’m glad you both are safe. But get out!”

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