#frank castle fan fic

[bullet-prooflove]

Well, I figured I'd mosey on in and get me some Frank Castle with his delicious self. May I request...

"Come here....Hey! I said come. Here."

Thank youuuuuuu!!!!

Frank demanded, jabbing his finger at the spot on the ground in front of him.

You shake your head as you sit on the wall outside of the convenience store, clasping a strawberry flavoured slushie to the side of your face.

"Fuck you Castle." You snarl, wincing at the pain that erupts through the side of your face. He gives you a look and you give him one right back.

He growls before he moves towards you with the grace of a fucking cat. He's too big to move like that. Too broad but somehow he manages it. He's quick, too quick, before you know it he's already in front of you, grasping your chin and tipping it towards so he can examine your injuries. His hand encloses on your wrist drawing the slushie away from your face.

His fingertips are surprisingly gentle, warmth blossoms across your skin as he leans in close, his dark fathomless eyes staring into yours. He smells like cordite, you can taste it on your tongue as guides the slushie back to your face.

"Tell me." He requests, his voice as sharp as an assassins blade. "Tell me the name of the fucker who put his hands on my girl."

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[frankenhookersmonster]

fictober day eighteen - cockwarming, frank castle x reader

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, frank castle x afab!reader, smut (p in v), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), very light somno vibes

word count - 579

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a/n - sleepy groaning voice frank can be something so personal

You weren’t sure what confused you more; the fact that you couldn’t get to sleep or that Frank was able to sleep so easily. While you tossed and turned, Frank laid peacefully on his back, mouth open just enough for little snores to escape.

You tried every sleeping position, with and without blankets. What caused Frank to stir was when you rolled completely out of his touch. Your back was to him as he lifted his head, brows furrowed and vision blurry. 

With a grunt, he came from behind and wrapped around you tightly. “Baby.” He mumbled into your neck, his lips pressed to your skin. “Hi Frank.” He adjusted, pressing himself further into your skin. 

Oh, oh.

“Hey.” He whispered, a hand moving to the front of your waistband. “I need to feel you, sweetheart. Open up.” He tapped your thigh, making you spread yourself.

You weren’t feeling particularly sexy, wearing flannel pants and a shirt with a stretched neckline that used to belong to Frank. He didn’t mind, or maybe he did find it sexy. Either way, his hands were grazing your pants, over your clothed cunt. You wiggled against his palm, listening to him hum against your skin. 

He was already hard, you moved your hand around to feel him up. “Easy.” He grunted, wrapping his hand around your wrist. Slowly, he inched your pants down your legs, losing them somewhere in the covers. 

His fingers immediately found your cunt, quickly dipping into your heat and making you jump. “Pretty wet down here. Bet I could slip right in.” He spread his fingers inside of you. “What do you think, sweetheart?” Frank continued his assault on your pussy, waiting to hear something slip from your mouth. “Uh huh.” 

You waited as he pulled his boxers down, feeling his leaking cock brush against the skin of your ass. Slowly, Frank led himself to your hold and led his way through your folds. The stretch was like heaven, every inch of Frank was almost addicting. He listened to you cry out for him, wanting to cum right then and there just from your whines and the feeling of your walls pulsating around him. 

Once he bottomed out, you thought he was giving you time to adjust. But minutes dragged on, so your head swiveled around. Frank’s eyes were shut, his mouth opened just like it had when he was asleep. “Frank.” You wiggled against him, hearing the groan that fell from his lips. His hands held your hips in place. “Watch it. Just stay put, yeah?”

You frowned, trying to wiggle again but his grip kept you in place. “I said watch it. We’re gonna stay like this, let me just feel you.” He heard you grumble to yourself about nothing, taking the moment to press his fingers deeper into your skin. He figured they’d leave bruises, and he knew he’d kiss them away in the morning.

“Tomorrow I’ll fuck you just how you like it, m’kay?” He leaned his head down to the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, the lotion you rubbed on after your shower. He loved the scent, always had, he swore he could’ve lived in your skin.

Eventually, you grew accustomed to Frank inside of you. It was calming, like a lullaby soothing you to sleep. Frank’s arms hugged you tighter, his fingers grazing your arm almost methodically. So you sank into the sleep you wanted so badly.

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[blackleatherjacketz]

Frank Castle Masterlist

Frank Castle x Female Reader

Take Care Part 1  Part 2 -NSFW. Frank can’t stop thinking about you after he saves you in an alley.

Slow Hands - A romantic little Frank drabble.

Safe House - Frank takes care of you after a rough day at work.

Torn - Mature. Frank gets jealous that you’ve moved on after he’s been MIA for over a year.

Liar - NSFW. Frank calls you out on your intimacy issues.

I Got You - Angsty hurt/comfort drabble.

Frank Castle x Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Secondary Location - Rosa meets Frank on an undercover mission and they team up to take down Mama Gnucci with the help of the B99 squad.

Frank Castle x Kate Bishop

Watchdog - Frank watches over Kate while Clint is out of commission.

Frank Castle x Peter Parker

Father’s Day - Riddled with loss, Peter seeks out Frank to see if he remembers him.

Read more MARVEL stories!

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Uhhhh.... I want so many of them with Frank! For now I have chosen ❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜ and ofc with Frank Castle! <3

btw I loooove 'Sneaky' so much and I've read it so many times!!!

Oh I haven't written Frank in a loooong time. Thank you so much for reading "Sneaky" and sending in a prompt 💞

Pairing: Frank Castle x gn. reader

Warnings: a kiss I guess

"You can kiss me, you know," you heard him say, your eyes blinking a couple of times to get out of your daydreaming about what those lips...

"Wait, what?" you asked, your eyes finally focusing on more than just those lips that were now twitched into a small smile, his eyes mischievous.

"I said you can kiss me instead of just staring at my lips," Frank winked with a little smirk and your mouth fell open, your blood rushing to your cheeks, your hands getting sweaty.

"I... I wasn't staring... I was just.... thinking... about.... things...." you mumbled, trying to search for the perfect lie, your eyes widening as Frank got up from where he was sitting until his hands were resting on the armrests of your chair, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin.

"Things, huh?" he asked and you slowly nodded, gasping when you felt his fingers tilting your chin up, his eyes on you, his face coming slowly closer as if giving you a chance to back out before his lips pressed against yours.

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[shiorimakibawrites]

Slow and Steady (Kinktober Day 7)

Personal Masterlist for Kinktober 2023

FlightlessAngelWings' prompt list can be found here.

Day 7 - Slow and Soft Sex

Pairing: Frank Castle x AFAB! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 767

Warning(s): Reference to Frank's tragic backstory, kissing, nipple play, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v sex, implied overstimulation

Tagging: @flightlessangelwings

Slow and Steady

Frank held your chin in his hand and kissed you. It was a soft but thorough kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth and teasing your tongue into joining his. Only the need for air forced your mouths apart. His fingers delicately trace the features of your face while emotions warred into his eyes. Joy and hope versus pain and fear.

Your own fingers traced his face, just as gentle and soft. You didn’t like seeing him in pain but knew you always would. Nothing would ever be able to erase this particular pain. Because Maria, Lisa, and Frankie Jr were still gone. And that was always going to hurt him.

You didn’t like the fear either but like the pain, there was nothing you could about it. Some part of him was always going to fear losing you like he had lost his family. That he wouldn’t be fast enough, strong enough, deadly enough to save you. You wanted to promise him that you were safe, that nothing was going to happen to you but you couldn’t. Neither of you had the ability to believe in such comforting lies.

Not wanting to think about such things anymore, you leaned forward and kissed him. Mirrored his earlier kiss, a soft but thorough exploration of his mouth. His hand had left your face to travel down your arm. His touch was light, almost as if he was afraid to actually touch you. Like you would shatter into a million pieces or disappear the moment he did.

You pulled away his mouth to whisper, “I’m here, babe. It’s okay. I’m really here.”

He didn’t say anything but his touch became more confident. Bolder too as his hand cupped your breast. He kneaded the flesh as he trailed kisses down your neck. When he reached your breast, he alternately kissed and laved the nipple with his tongue until it had tightened into a stiff peak. Which he then drew into his mouth and sucked. He already had you panting but that made you gasp and arch your back.

The hand had continued its journey downward toward your mound. You moaned and spread your legs to give his hand room. His fingers explored your folds with the same gentle delicacy he had traced your face. It sent sparks of pleasure running through your body but it wasn’t enough.

“F-Frank,” you managed to pant out. “D-don’t tease.”

He lifted his mouth off your breast long enough to say, “Sorry darling.”

You could tell from the sassy grin on his face and this tone that he wasn’t sorry at all. But since he started rubbing your clit with little circles, you decided to let it go. Especially since his mouth also resumed its work on your breast. Your breathy moans and his low rumbles filled your ears.

You whined when his finger stopped rubbing your clit, only to let a studdering moan when that finger traced your entrance and slipped inside you. It was soon joined by a second finger. He pumped those fingers into you with a slow, steady rhythm. Like he would gladly spend all day fucking you with his fingers, letting your orgasm gradually build.

You were getting close when he withdrew his fingers and lifted his mouth away from your breast. You whimpered and dragging out his name into a whine, “Fr-Fraaank!”

“Just a minute, darling,” he said, shifting his position behind you. He lifted your top leg and moved it over his hips. Then you felt his cock rub through your folds, coating himself in your slick. Then the head was nudging your entrance and pushing inside. You moaned as he slowly pushed his cock into your eager cunt until he bottomed out with a groan. He withdraw until only the head remained before sinking back in.

Slowly he built a rhythm of steady thrusts, each pressing in a deeply as possible. Each hitting that spot deep inside you that felt so good. You were moaning and begging but he refused to be rushed. Just kept the same unhurried pace, gently pushing you toward that edge.

When you were getting close again, his hand returned to your clit. Finger moving in the same gentle circles as before. Until you came, sobbing his name. He worked you thorough your orgasm, only moving his hand away from your clit when you started squirming and whimpering ‘too much.’

He never sped up his thrusts but the rhythm became erratic until with one last thrust, as deep inside you as he could be, he released with a low, rumbling moan into your shoulder.

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[mykneeshurt]

Rules - do not drop me a request without reading this first please

Requests are currently OPEN, all works are 18+, complete amateur writer, all requests will go into request folder. But you can ask me questions if you like

Call of Duty Master list

Fics

Haunted ghost x reader multi part series -> ao3 link here (completed)

Don’t fear the Reaper ghost x f!oc -> ao3 link here (on a break)

Infiltration keegan x f!reader (on a break) 

Field of Tulips Captain McTavish x F!reader

Seven deadly sins series - COD

Book of Atonement - COD

Book of Devotion - COD

Four horsemen of the apocalypse series - COD

The Punisher

Read Dead Redemption 2

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[kanerallels]

Latest chapter is a day late (in my mind anyways) but finally up!! First lines under the cut

There was something different about New York City at Christmas time. Maybe it was just the decorations, the lights, the snow. But the city itself felt a little friendlier, a little less ready to punch your lights out than it usually was.

That, or Frank was just in an abnormally good mood.

It was good to be back here, the closest place to something like home that he had, for the second time in the past four years. The first time had been a brief trip to check in with Curtis about a few things, only staying long enough to get the information he needed and crash at his place for the night.

This time would be a longer trip. He was even planning to stop by and visit the Liebermans— which was where he was currently headed. When David had caught wind of the fact he was heading for New York City, he’d immediately insisted Frank stop and visit with them.

It had seemed like a bad idea at first. There was still a target on his back, especially in NYC, and the last thing Frank wanted was to bring trouble to the Lieberman’s door.

However, he wasn’t traveling alone. So he couldn’t really crash on Curtis’s couch this time around.

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[kittenbradensgf]

the father, the son, and the holy spirit for brank fans are heart of a dog, way down we go, and a salt wife.

(heart of a dog is by wheatfromchaff on ao3)

(way down we go is by ponfarr on ao3)

(a salt wife is by saltandbyrne on ao3)

#all on ao3 #all amazing (and very able to make me sob) #they are all books of the bible in my heart #brank #the punisher #billy russo #frank castle #frankenbilly #fic recs #for any brank fans who have not read these absolute masterpieces. you should #do mind the tags on them though. particularly on a salt wife #hoad and wdwg are angsty but ultimately have happy endings and are love stories. a salt wife is not. it gets dark

[sinnah8]

Move On Chapter 8 (Final)

Pairing: Eddie brock x reader and frank castle x reader

A/n- Final chapter I wanted this to be a little longer but I don't want to leave you guys on a cliff hanger Please like and repost<3

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 7

You stared at your phone feeling really guilty about what just occurred, you wanted to have something with Eddie. You didn't want to open his message until.

Incoming call...

"Shit" Your finger hovered the answer button, screw it... "Hey, I'm sorry for kind of rushing you out like that" your hand draped behind your neck "No! it's fine I was going to ask you on another date".

So you want on a date with him, then another and another until he finally asked you out. The way you felt about Frank floated away and turned into dust. Soon after frank decides to put himself back on the market and still hasn't found the one yet.

When you and Eddie decided to start dating Frank felt crushed but he swore he would never stop loving you and Amara. But if Eddie would hurt you his head would be on a stick.

2 years later Eddie proposed to you and of course "Yes! Yes! a million times Yes! " You jumped into a hug and melted into each other kiss. Frank was invited to the wedding because he is like family.

Walking down the Aisle your heart was racing, you finally made it to the day you were looking forward to for a long time. You looked back and you made eye contact with frank, he gave you the look that he always gave you when he was upset. You smiled and turned around to step into your new future, Eddie.

The End.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Good morning! 🌻Since the last ask was so captivating - may I have a little more Frank Castle?

Wincing, he chuckles, "It doesn't hurt."

Thank you *curtsy*

Wincing, Frank chuckles, "It doesn't hurt." His palm comes to cover yours as your thumb ghosts over the bruising on his cheekbone.

"You're a liar, Castle." You tell him as you lean in close, his gaze lingering on your lips as they frame the words.

The scent of your perfume is in his nose, it's a sensual aroma, one that clings to your skin and reminds him he's home now. He can let down those barriers and allow himself to be vulnerable.

"You could kiss it better." He says in that low sultry tone of his, his lips brushing over the base of your palm. He looks at you with those dark eyes of his and you see the mischief in his gaze as he suggests it.

"Maybe I could."

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[frankenhookersmonster]

fictober day thirty one - hookup, lovebug!frank castle x reader

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, dad's best friend!frank castle x reader, smut (p in v)

word count - 1.8k

fictober masterlist - lovebug masterlist - masterlist

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a/n - a little treat for the end of fictober :] ty for reading

October Thirty-First, one year after leaving

Everything hurt. You were conscious, compared to your fleeting lucidity the day before, and that only amplified your pain. Your wisdom teeth had been bothering you for a bit, you knew you needed them out for a while but only recently it had become unbearable. Unfortunately for you, this overlapped with Halloween. You had made plans to go out with some friends, dress up cute, maybe get a little bit fucked up if you so felt. The plans dissolved, though, and now you were plopped down on the couch in a manageable amount of pain. Halloweentown played on the tv, you swallowed as much water as you could and hugged a stuffed animal you had left at home over a year ago. 

The door creaked open, it was just loud enough for you to hear, along with the shaking off of boots. Sock clad feet walked up to the living room, and unfortunately for you, the closer they got the more recognizable they became.

“Cozy?” You looked up to Frank, who was pulling off a heavy, brown canvas jacket. You figured he’d stop by at some point, you couldn’t really escape him try as you might. You nodded, drinking what was left of your water and hearing the ice clatter around the glass. “Here.” Frank held his hand out, flexing his fingers. “You don’t have to.” You mumbled, voice straining which made him have to hide a smile. “Just give it.”

He disappeared into the kitchen with your cup, you could hear him add ice and fill it with water. When he came back in you took him in fully, the red of his cheeks disappearing as he warmed up in your house. “Thank you.” Your words were quick, choking them down with a sip of your new water. “No problem.” Frank let out a huff as he sat down next to you. 

“The hell is this movie?” You snorted, turning to see his furrowed brows as he scanned the screen. “Have you never seen Halloweentown?” He looked at you then, his arms still resting on his thighs. “The fuck is a Halloweentown?” 

You laughed loudly, ignoring the pain in your throat. He frowned, leaning back against the couch cushions. “You mean to tell me you’ve never seen the 1998 Disney Channel classic?” Frank shrugged. “I’m an old fuck, remember?” He smiled, reaching a hand over to tuck some hair behind your ear. It had been a minute since you had been with Frank, going on ten months at this point, but he still had that effect on you. Butterflies were forming, though you did your best to ignore them. 

“How’s the recovery going?” His eyes were burrowing into you, tongue slotted in between his teeth. You hummed, shutting your eyes as his touch around your jaw lingered. “It’s been, like, four days and it still hurts like a bitch.” Frank pouted, his hand wandering down to hold your throat gently. If he asked you to speak you would’ve stuttered, your face would’ve flushed and your eye’s would’ve blinked too much. 

“Would it hurt, like a bitch, if I kissed you?” You knew it would happen sooner or later, you just didn’t expect it to be so sudden. You didn’t mind, though, because you’d be lying if just seeing him wasn’t turning you on. “N-no.” You stuttered, feeling your hands get clammy under your fuzzy blanket.

Frank leaned close, you could feel his hot breath against your lips before he moved his face to your neck. You groaned, a mix of arousal and annoyance when he didn’t connect your mouths. He moved to the other side of your neck to leave a kiss, then to the center just below your chin. He moved to your chin, then hovered over your lips just long enough to hear you whimper. He smiled, tilting his head to lay his lips on your cheek, then slowly moving himself to kiss your other cheek. 

“What are you doing, ah-” Frank licked a stripe up your neck, taking his time to coat your throat in his spit. Once he removed himself from your skin, left a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. “Not gonna share my spit with someone who just had oral surgery, sweetheart.” 

In one swift movement, Frank pulled your blankets off of you to reveal your body, covered in your favorite comfy clothes. “Nice pajamas.” He snorted, you went to cover your face but Frank kissed the backs of your hands. He pulled you close, gently resting you down on the back of the couch. 

Frank’s mouth moved down to your chest, the small amount of skin that was showing was covered in wet kisses while his fingers tugged on the ends of your shirt. You took your hand and placed it over his. “Can I keep it?” It wasn’t like Frank hadn’t seen every inch of you, because he certainly had. It had been a while, though, and being on the couch for the past few days had made you feel a little gross and unsexy. “Of course.” He smiled at you, planting a kiss on your forehead, which immediately made your confidence grow. 

“How about the shorts?” He had moved closer to your lower half, waistband of both your sweat shorts and your underwear in between his fingers. “T-Take them off, please.” You muttered, adjusting yourself and lifting your hips so he could pull your clothes down. His lips met your hips, then your naval, and then your belly. You giggled, though it was met with a moan when his fingers came up to your core. “There it is. Missed this.” He mumbled against your skin. 

“Where’s your dad? Lena?” He looked up at you with blown pupils, fingers still playing with your cunt while you tried to search for an answer. “At a b-bar. The new one that just opened, Lena’s friend owns it, fuck.” He clicked his tongue, massaging the skin on your hips with his hands. “You poor, poor thing. Dad left you all alone after you got your wisdom teeth out, huh.” You wanted to remind him that you were pretty much healed, that the pain was bad though manageable, but you didn’t let yourself turn to putty in his grip. 

“Bet I could slip in right now, and I’ve barely touched you. Wanna find out?” Before he even finished his sentence, he was pulling his shirt off and unzipping his pants. You saw the imprint through his boxers as you adjusted yourself, let your legs spread to either side of Frank and gave a view of all of you. He smiled, pulling down what was left of his clothes before he took a thumb to your swelling clit, cold air hitting it harshly. You shivered, “Please, Frankie.”

Pushed in, taking his time. He looked at your face, your expression blissed out. He ate it up, leaning down to suck on your neck harshly. He stayed put for a moment, basking in your heat, the heat that he missed so dearly. “Fuck me already, please, god. I’m already in pain, I just need you to do this for me, Frankie.” He was stunned, in all the time that Frank had known you, nothing like that had ever slipped from your lips, especially when you were underneath him like this. 

He did as you asked, gently rocking his hips against you at first. His pace quickened fast enough, hair falling into his face while he tried to look into your eyes. Your vision was a bit blurry, light moans escaping your lips before he hit your favorite spot. He knew he was close to it before you did, even after all this time he still knew your body like the back of his hand. You let him know, though, because a long, deep moan came out and shook him, he could have cum from just that.

“You miss this too, sweetheart?” You nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was the truth. Maybe you did miss him, maybe you just missed sex this good. It was hard to tell when Frank was doing everything right, everything perfect, and giving you the attention you craved. “You fuck me so good, Frank, love it when you fuck me like this.”

He continued to kiss your skin, masking his moans when he did so. He hadn’t had sex like this in a while, and having it with you was a dream come true. When he came over, he didn’t expect to end up inside of you. Frank saw the cars, apart from yours, missing from the driveway. He remembered watching your dad all but carry you into the house a few days before, gauze hanging out of your mouth and giggles coming from both of you. He didn’t want you to be alone, he did care about you and all so the thought of you helpless in the house with a wisdom toothless mouth made him frown. 

His actions were self indulgent. Frank couldn’t lie, he came over with some ulterior motives, even put a condom he didn’t end up using in his pocket. He didn’t expect you to be so susceptible, he didn’t think you would be until he was inside of you, seeing the way your face twisted up like it always did.

You were squeezing him tight, holding him close to your skin. Normally he’d be hiss, shake off the grip, but being with you again had made him ignore the pain. “Yeah, that’s it. Feels so good, uh-” He was getting close, and though he tried to edge himself it was hard with the way your cunt was gripping him. 

You didn’t even notice the tears falling from your eyes, but Frank did, clearing them away with his lips. A hand came to rest on your cheek, thumb swiping away the mix of teardrops and Frank’s saliva that laid on your face. “You’re so fucking pretty, Jesus Christ.” He hid in the crook of your neck, trying to avoid his orgasm. “Frank, hmm making me feel amazing, just like you always do.” 

“I’m gonna cum if you keep talking to me like that.” You giggled, interrupted by a sharp moan. “Isn’t that the point?”He groaned. “Where, tell me where to cum sweetheart.” You thought for a moment, hard as it was as he fucked your swollen folds. “T-Thighs.”

He nodded, though you came before the thought of his seed covering your skin could fully soak in. He helped you ride out your orgasm before quickly pulling out. He pushed your knees to your chest and came on the back of your thighs in long spurts. When your eyes opened you could see his face, furrowed brows and gaping mouth as he painted your skin.

Once he was done, still catching his breath, he took a thumb to wipe the cum around. “I’ll get a towel in a second, I just,” He trailed off, lost in watching the cum drip onto the couch. “Frankie, it'll stain.” You whined. He heard you, though he still took his time with your fucked out body. “Pretty, pretty baby.” He leaned down to kiss the back of your kneecaps. “Towel, now.”

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5 Sentences Game!

Frank Castle and hands

Oh, I miss my man Frankie! 💀

Frank always had a way of making you feel safe, his hands shielding you from the world as they traveled up and down your arms, staring at you with those tired onyx eyes of his. They squeezed your muscles and pinched your skin as he drew you in, the roughened calluses of his palms briefly scraping the soft skin of your lower back before sliding up under your shirt. They clung to your shoulder blades, rocking you back and forth before removing every item of clothing that separated you from him. His kiss was always the same, rough and hungry as he cradled your face just so he could taste your lips. He held you as if he hadn’t touched you in years, as if he wasn’t entirely sure he would live another day to kiss you one last time.

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Slow

Summary: A night out celebrating Miller Contracting finishing their first big contract on time with the next one around the corner, leaves you going home with Joel and Frank, spending a night with both men you would have never dreamed of.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader x Frank Castle

Wordcount: 3,864

Rating: E

Warnings: somewhat established relationships, unspecified age gap, alcohol, smut (oral m receiving, unprotected sex) mmf threesome, everyone is bi here, feelings, a little derogatory language, public fingering, no outbreak AU

A/N: this is something I did not know I needed 26 hours ago. Also only a little edited. This is just for fun. I also fucking hate writing threesomes so if you find mistakes, please don't tell me lol

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„So, come around here often?“ You tried not to roll your eyes, leaning with your side against the bar counter of the shady, yet cozy dive bar your boss had all invited you to to celebrate finishing the first big project on time and landing two new ones. 

You hadn’t worked that long for Miller Contracting Ltd. You hadn’t been living in Austin long in the first place. A shitty break up and a boss who did not know how to keep his hands to himself let you pack your few belongings and visit your best friend almost a year ago. It had been a five day road trip, but it had changed your life. 

Now you had your own apartment, a new car and a new job as…. The girl for well, everything that had to do with numbers at Miller Contracting. 

Your boss did not make a big secret out of his dislike for paperwork in your interview.

Which led you standing in one of your favourite summer dresses, waiting for the guy behind the bar to notice you so you could order the last round for the table. 

You tilted your head to the side, finding Tommy looking at you, his eyebrows wiggling playfully, a silly grin on his lips. Tommy Miller was the younger of the Miller brothers and definitely had a drink (or three) too much already.

„Not sure if your wife likes you flirting with other woman, Miller,“ you grinned and he chuckled. 

„Not flirting. Don’t need to. I have the hottest wife at home. Here to help you,“ he said. 

You smiled, loving how in love he was with his wife, their first baby on the way. 

The bar man finally approached and Tommy ordered another round, water for you, and began to talk to the man about the latest football match. Something you very much were not interested in. 

Taking this as your cue to go you turned away, walking slowly back to the table. It was already getting late, and most of the workers had already left for home. Only Frank and Joel, your boss, were left.

They seemed to be in a deep discussion, leaving you to admire them both as you walked back over to the table. 

Frank had joined the crew not too long ago. Moving from outer state, looking for a job he had shown up at the working site, ready to be put to work. He had politely asked to talk to whoever is in charge after he knocked at the trailer that had been set up at the construction site for you. 

If you appeared… flustered he did not comment on it, talking to Joel who had been in the trailer with you to… talk about the pay checks for the coming week. 

At least that’s what he told everyone the day before the checks were due. 

Yes you did talk about the checks for the first ten minutes. The remaining time, however much he had left, was spend with you bend over your desk and he railing you from behind until you were both more than satisfied. 

You hadn’t been looking for someone. Much less your boss. Not that you thought a man like Joel Miller could be interested in you. 

He was… the manliest man you had ever met, older than you by a couple years. A hardworking Single Dad of a adorable twelve year old named Sarah. 

He was tall, broad, the slightest of silver shining through this dark hair and beard.

Funny enough the first time you slept together was after you both were a little tipsy in just this bar, waking up in his bed with a pleasant soreness you had never felt before, leaving for an awkward breakfast at which you both decided that you had to try this again sober. 

Deciding pretty quickly that you both wanted to continue seeing each other, no strings attached after. 

You, because you were figuring out a way to let you believe a man like Joel Miller could be interested in you (and your body) and Joel because he didn’t know how to let someone in and let them see the real him. The man who was scared to fall in love, to let someone in. 

Even though he already was very much in love with you. 

Not that you would know. 

You smiled at Frank as he looked up, sitting down next to Joel. Not too close, not too far. Even though part of you wanted to lean against his side and play with his hand that was resting on the bench next to you. 

„Whatcha talking about?“ You asked. They both looked at each other, before looking back at you.

„Hockey,“ both said in union and you nodded slowly, suspicious. 

„Doesn’t sound like a lie at all,“ you nodded and they both laughed. You looked at Joel, finding him hiding a smile as he looked at you for a moment before he looked back at Frank. 

Frank brought the bottle of his beer to his lips, taking the last sip, before he leaned back against the bench, watching both you and Joel with a amused smile.

You could admit that Frank was fucking hot. 

There was something dark about him, that made him even more attractive. And yeah when he was at the construction site and was working shirtless you always found a reason to spend a little bit more time outside. 

Something even Joel had noticed, hissing against your ear as he fucked you hard, asking if you wanted Frank instead of him. 

You only realised after that Joel had been jealous, finding him working shirtless only a couple days after, winking at you as he found your eyes.

Tommy stumbled against the table with the drinks. 

„My very beautiful wife is waiting outside for me. Be good. Don’t do something I wouldn’t do,“ he grinned and waved before he turned around and walked towards the door. You shook your head, laughing to yourself. 

„It’s adorable how much he loves his wife,“ you said, grabbing the glass of water and pushing the bottles of beer to Frank and Joel. 

„Never seen him like that ever before,“ Joel admitted.

„It’s a fucking miracle to find your person in this fucked up world,“ Frank said and you nodded. 

„Cheers to that,“ Joel said, raising his bottle, clinking it with his. You raised your glass too, cheering towards Frank, almost jumping in your seat as you felt Joel’s hand come up to rest on your thigh. You turned your head towards him and he clinked his bottle against your glass, giving you a small smirk, before drinking. 

You gulped before taking a sip of water. 

You had switched to water after your second beer, having drive here from home. Sarah was staying with a friend so Joel had invited you to stay the night and you were looking forward to tipsy Joel having his way with you. 

„So how long have you two been fucking?“ You head Frank ask and you chocked on your water, turning your head towards the man sitting across from you. 

He had his arms crossed, long at both you and Joel with an amused smiled. 

Frowning you looked at him, trying to come up with a lie you could tell him when Joel opened his mouth. 

„Better part of a year,“ he said and your mouth parted, shocked.

You two never had the discussion about telling anyone when you both still weren’t sure what this was or could become. Not that anyone ever had noticed until now.

Joel looked at you with a warm smile. He squeezed your thigh and you found yourself smiling back, warmth washing over at his admission. He did not even think about lying and it felt so fucking good to have a man not wanting to hide you like a dirty little secret. 

Even though you had been sneaking around for a year, but this was different. 

„Lucky bastard,“ Frank said and your eyes snapped from Joel to him. 

He laughed at your expression. 

„Don’t look at me like that. You’re fucking beautiful,“ he said, his eyes fixed on you. 

„She is,“ Joel said and you felt hot all of the sudden. His fingers pushed your dress up, his hand slipping between your legs and you bit your lip, your eyes still on Frank. 

„I’ve seen you watching me, girl,“ he said and you parted your lips, your chest rising as your breathing got faster. Joel’s hand kept wandering up your thigh, your legs parting for him unconsciously. 

„I haven’t…“ you began to lie, but Joel clicked his tongue. 

„Don’t lie to him, darlin’,“ he hummed, his hand between your legs pulling you closer towards him and you gasped. 

„Yeah, don’t lie to me darlin’,“ Frank repeated with a small smirk. 

„What… What is happening?“ You asked, lust clouding your mind, your panties wet as Joel fingers finally found their way to them. 

He hummed, his head bending down, his forehead resting against the side of your head. 

„Frank here had an idea to celebrate the good work you do,“ he said. 

„The work I do?“ You asked. 

„You’re the brain, we the muscle baby,“ Joel said and you gasped as his fingers pushed underneath your panties. 

„You… you did not talk about hockey while I went to get drinks,“ you said.

„No,“ Joel said.

„Joel…“ you whispered. 

„Tonight is about making you feel good. However you want,“ Frank said and you looked at him as Joel slowly pushed one of his fingers inside of you. 

You moaned quietly, your eyes slipping closed. 

„You want Frank and me to fuck you, baby?“ Joel hummed against your ear. Your eyes opened, looking at Frank who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for your answer. 

You looked at Joel, his fingers slowly fucking into you. 

You wanted to ask him, where this idea came from. If he was certain. If he was really suggesting what you thought he was. As if he could read your mind he leaned close against your ear, whispering a quiet it’s okay. 

Flooded with confidence you turned your head, pressing your lips against his. 

„I’m taking you both home,“ you said, watching both men smirk. 

You were drunk on the power you felt as two of the hottest men you had ever laid eyes on sat on Joel’s bed, looking up at you. 

You had driven to Joel’s place with him in the car with you, Frank following behind. 

On the way Joel assured you that you were in charge to which you told him you didn’t want to be. You wanted them to fucking wreck you.

So he made you repeat the rules. 

Green for keep going. 

Yellow for slow down. 

Red for stop. 

You had never used anything than green with him before, and you did not plan on doing differently today. You trusted Frank. And you trusted Joel to keep you safe, no matter what. 

He told you to strip down for them as soon as you entered the bedroom, which left you here, slowly pushing your dress from your shoulders, swinging your hips with a shy smile as you let the fabric fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but white laced lingerie you had worn for Joel. 

He had told you he loved you in white a while ago.

„Slower,“ Joel said, his hand palming his cock, still hidden inside his jeans. Your eyes moved from him to Frank you had his bottom lip between his teeth and one hand inside his pants. 

„Think about all the times you watched Frank work in the heat outside. Give him a little show, sweetheart,“ Joel hummed and you shuddered.

You turned away from them, taking a deep breath. You let your hands wander up an down your sides, your fingers playing with the straps of your bra, looking over you shoulder at both of them. 

Slowly up pushed the straps down before you unclasped your bra in the front, turning around, your hands covering your tits.

You found Frank’s eyes as you let your bra slip from your arms, revealing your bare tits to him for the first time. He hummed, his eyes burning as they raked over every inch of naked skin revealed to him. 

You hadn’t noticed Joel taking his cock out, his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping it. 

„Go on,“ Frank nodded, a smile playing on the corner of his lips. 

„I think it would be only be fair if you get rid of some clothes to, Gentlemen,“ you said. 

„That so?“ Joel asked and you nodded. 

He looked at you, amusement in his eyes. 

„You heard the lady, Castle. Show her those abs,“ he said and you couldn’t stop your giggle at seeing Frank roll his eyes. 

Both of them took their shirts off at the same time and you couldn’t help yourself as you walked over, bringing one of your hands up to each of their broad chests. 

You sighed when you felt Joel’s hand hook into your panties, pulling them down your legs as Frank leaned in, kissing your tits.

„How about you get down on those pretty knees and suck Frank’s cock,“ Joel said and you looked down to his cock, biting your lip. He got up from the bed, his fingers tilting your chin up, his lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss.

„Show him how good your mouth is,“ he whispered and you nodded, looking back at Frank who had pulled down his pants in the meantime, his cock hard and leaking against his tummy. 

Slowly you lowered to your knees between his legs. His hand came to cup your cheek as you looked up at him, his thump pushing inside your mouth. You closed your lips around it, flicking your tongue over it. 

He smirked. 

„Imagined those lips around my cock so many times,“ he said, pulling his thumb out. 

„Yeah?“ You asked, your hand carefully wrapping around his cock. 

He hissed, his jaw clenching while he nodded. 

„Let me know if I live up to your Imagination,“ you said, your lips kissing the tip of his cock, humming as you licked your lips, tasting his precum. 

„Fuck me,“ he groaned and you grinned as you parted your lips to suck on the tip of his cock. 

Hallowing your cheeks you slowly took him deeper, humming at his taste. He was a bit thicker than Joel, maybe an inch or so smaller. Relaxing your jaw you took him deeper, bobbing your head slowly as you sucked him off. Your hands resting on his thighs, digging into his skin. 

The noises he made were downright sinful, your pussy clenching around nothing. 

His hand came to rest on the back of your head, his fingers pulling your hair a little. 

„You can fuck her mouth. She loves it,“ Joel said from behind you and you moaned. 

„That so?“ Frank asked and you blinked your eyes, nodding with his cock in your mouth, humming around it. 

You felt Joel’s hand on the back of your neck and you looked up finding him hovering over you. 

„Come on, show him how much of a little cock slut you are,“ he said and you moaned, taking Frank’s cock deeper until your nose hit his pubic hair. 

You looked up at him, keeping him down your throat and he cursed before he began to fuck your mouth. Slowly at first, then getting rougher, the wet slurping of him fucking your mouth filling the room. 

„Fuck. You are good at that,“ he moaned, pulling out of your mouth. You smiled up at him, licking your lips. He got up to stand, pulling you up with him, kissing you hard. You moaned against his lips as you felt Joel on your back, kissing up your shoulder. 

Feeling four hands on you was a strange sensation. Someone was holding your tits in his hands, while other hands squeezed your ass. Frank’s tongue slipped into your mouth and you let yourself relax against Joel’s strong chest. 

„You can fuck her. But don’t cum inside of her,“ Joel hummed against your skin, kissing up your neck. 

You loved when he got a little possessive.

Frank parted from your lips, one of his hands holding your face as he looked at you, dark eyes fixed on yours. Joel’s hand slipped between your legs, his fingers playing with your clit. 

„Want me to fuck you?“ Frank asked. You nodded, pecking his lips. You turned your head to the side, Joel’s lips finding yours before you watched him kiss Frank, your pussy clenched at watching them kiss.

„Get on the bed. On your back. Wanna look at you when I make you cum,“ Frank rasped and you nodded. He took a step back and you got on the bed, flooded with confidence you spread your legs, laughing when he crawled over to you, kissing your lips. You felt the bed dip on your side and then there was Joel. 

His warm body against your side. 

Frank’s hands were on your thighs, pushing them apart as he kissed down your body. His lips closing around your nipple. 

„So fucking perfect. You’re a lucky bastard Miller,“ he said, flicking his tongue over your nipple. 

Instead of answering Joel leaned in and kissed you, humming against your lips. He deepened the kiss, his hand squeezing one of your tits. 

You felt Frank line up between your folds, the head of his cock slipping through your slick.

„She’s fucking soaked,“ he groaned and you sucked Joel’s lip between your lips as he parted from you. 

Frank rolled you to your side, so you were laying with him against your chest, one of his arms pulling you against him, and Joel behind you. You felt Joel’s hand on your stomach, his lips against your shoulder. 

Frank wrapped your leg above his, his cock between your legs.

„Want me to fuck you now?“ Frank asked, kissing you softly. 

„Please,“ you whimpered and he chuckled. 

„I got you,“ he cooed, parting your legs a little wider to make space for him, slowly sinking into your heat. 

You felt every inch of him, letting your head slowly fall back against Joel’s.

„Shit you’re so fucking wet. So warm,“ Frank groaned, slowly fucking into you. 

You moaned, closing your eyes. You felt Joel’s hand play with your tits and you reached behind, wanting to touch him. Opening your eyes you looked down and behind, finding Frank’s hand wrapped around Joel’s cock, slowly pumping his length all while he fucked you. 

„Fuck you’re both so hot,“ you whimpered and they chuckled. 

„You’re fucking breathtaking, baby,“ Joel hummed behind you and you whimpered. 

Frank began to fuck you harder, his thrusts hitting that spot inside of you, that made your whole body shake. 

„Oh, she’s close,“ Joel hummed and you felt his hand sneak between your legs, finding your clit, beginning to circle it. Frank’s hand was now on your hip, moving you against him. 

„Make her cum, Castle,“ Joel snarled. You reached your arm back, your fingers pushing into Joel’s hair, your fingernails scratching over his scalp. He kissed the side of your head, pinched your nipple and with the way Frank was fucking into you it was only seconds before you exploded, your orgasm making you cry out loudly.

„Fuck… Fuck,“ you heard Frank curse before he pulled out of you. Looking down you saw him jerking himself off before ropes of cum hit your stomach. You where still shaking from your orgasm when you felt Joel line himself up behind you and thrust into your still fluttering pussy. 

Your eyes closed, whimpering as Joel fucked into you hard and fast. 

„Always so fucking good for me,“ he groaned behind you and you moaned. Lips were on yours and you opened your eyes to find Frank kissing you. His hand now replacing Joel’s on your clit. 

„You gonna cum for him again?“ Frank rasped. 

„I can’t….“ You whimpered. 

„You can. Cum for me. Cum for me and I’ll fill this little pussy up. Just the way you like it, baby….“ Joel moaned behind you. 

„Fuck,“ you moaned.

Within minutes (or seconds or hours you weren’t sure anymore) you were coming again, clenching Joel’s cock so hard he chocked on a groan, fucking into you a couple more times until he twitched inside of you and filled you with his cum. 

„Oh fuck,“ you felt his forehead rest against the back of your head. 

„Oh fuck indeed,“ Frank said and you looked at him. 

You were a sweaty tangled mess of limbs and you could not remember the last time you felt so… satisfied. 

Still trying to fill your lungs with air you hissed when Joel slowly pulled out of you, feeling his cum dripping out of you. 

Humming, your eyes closed you snuggled into Joel’s chest, his arms around you and Frank hugging you both. 

You opened your eyes when you felt Frank move, giving you a shit eating grin as he slipped down the mattress, his face coming between your legs. You shuddered when you felt his tongue licking your pussy, cleaning you softly, humming like it was the most delicious meal. 

He pressed a kiss on your hip when he was finished, coming up to pull you close, leaning over your head to kiss Joel and then you. 

„That was….“ You began, trying to find words. 

„Should have done that sooner,“ Joel said and you chuckled. 

„Didn’t know that was an option,“ Frank said and you agreed. 

„Whatever my girl wants, she gets,“ Joel said, kissing your shoulder. 

You must have dozed of at some point, waking up cuddled against Joel’s chest, sheets covering your body. 

He was watching you. Joel had cleaned you up when Frank had said goodbye, not without telling him that it was time to get his head our of his ass and make things official with you. 

„Where’s Frank?“ You asked sleepily. 

„Left an hour ago. Told me to let you sleep,“ he whispered. 

You pouted. 

„Feel like I should have thanked him,“ you said and Joel chuckled. 

„You’ll see him next week. Bring him a fruit basked,“ he kissed your forehead. And you playfully slapped his chest. 

„Didn’t know you liked men too,“ you smiled. 

„What can I say? I’m full of surprises,“ he teased.

„Yes, yes you are,“ you sighed, kissing his chest. 

„Everything okay between us?“ You asked, half asleep. 

„Better than okay,“ he whispered just before you drifted back to sleep. 

A week later you were sitting at your desk in the trailer when the door opened and Joel walked in. He locked the door behind him and you grinned as he walked over. 

„Wanna have dinner with me tonight?“ He asked, as he walked over to you. 

„Like a date?“

„Like a date,“ he nodded, his hands coming to rest on your desk as he leaned towards you. 

„I’d like that,“ you whispered. 

„Great,“ he hummed, leaning down to kiss you softly. 

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Favorite Part (Kinktober Day 5)

Personal Masterlist for Kinktober 2023

FlightlessAngelWings’ prompt list can be found here

Day 5 - Threesome

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x AFAB! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1277

Warnings: Threesome, dirty talk, praise, Dom! Matt, Dom! Frank, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v sex, voyeurism, masturbation, mild finger play, referenced oral sex (f and m receiving)

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Favorite Part

You were sitting on Matt’s lap, your back resting against his torso and your head resting on his shoulder. Your legs were draped over his thighs, allowing him to use his knees to splay your legs wide. Something he used to display your bare cunt to Frank. Who, judging by the bulge in his jeans, appreciated the view.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Frank?” Matt asked, conversationally. Like you weren’t naked. Like he hadn’t just been fingering you. Like your legs weren’t still trembling from the resulting orgasm.

“Yeah, she is, Red,” he answered, his eyes roaming over your body with growing hunger. His voice was already getting husky.

“What’s your favorite part?” Matt asked. He slide his hands from your waist to cup your breasts. You gasped as his fingers pinched the already stiffen nipples. “These gorgeous tits? Or . . .”

One hand left your breast to toy with your clit. Already sensitive from the earlier attention there, you let out a stuttering moan. “Or this pretty pussy?”

“Damn hard choice there, Red.”

“Quite. And I haven’t even mentioned her perky ass or that wonderful mouth yet.”

“Which one is your favorite?”

Matt made a thoughtful noise as he continued to rub your clit. “As you said, it’s very difficult question. I’m very partial to her ass but if I had to choose . . . this pretty pussy might win.”

“Why?”

“Many reasons,” Matt said, thrusting two fingers inside you and earning himself a high-pitched cry. “How delightful she tastes. The melody of sounds she makes. How it feels inside her.”

“Yeah?” Frank said. He had already opened his jeans and was pulling his boxers down to free his cock.

“Nothing like it,” Matt answered, curling his fingers to brush that spongy spot inside you. You panted and squirmed, that familiar pressure already starting to build.

“Careful, sweetheart,” He gently scolded, moving his free hand to grip your thigh and move it back into it’s splayed position. “You don’t want to ruin Frank’s view, do you?”

You frantically shook your head.

He smiled. “That’s my sweet girl.”

“Appreciate it, darling,” Frank said, groaning as his hand wrapped around his cock and he began to stroke himself. “Maybe you should reward her for being such a good girl for us.”

Matt hummed thoughtfully. “I think you are right, Frank. What do you want as reward, sweet girl?”

You moaned. He wanted you to think? Now?!

“Words, sweet girl,” he reminded you as his fingers continued to work. “We need words.”

Your half-lidded eyes landed on Frank’s cock. Big, hard and already leaking . . . you said, “F-Frank.”

“You want Frank?” Matt asked. At your shaky nod, he asked, “That okay with you, Frank?”

“More than okay, Red,” Frank answered, raising to his feet. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and stepped out of them. He climbed onto the bed and crawled toward you into he was between your legs. Your eyes never left his cock.

“How do you want from me, darling?” Frank asked. “My fingers? My mouth? Or my dick?”

You didn’t know how to answer that question. All sounded terrific. And Matt’s fingers were making it so hard for you to think about anything else.

“Maybe not fingers,” Matt said. “She’s had fingers twice today. A reward ought be something more.”

“Good point, Red. So which will be, darling? Should I eat you out? Or do you want me to fuck you?”

“A moment, Frank,” Matt said. He withdrew his fingers, ignoring your protesting whine. He held out those fingers. “Maybe you should have a taste first?”

Frank wasted no time in grabbing that hand and engulfing those fingers in his mouth. He moaned, a sound echoed by Matt. The attorney’s cock, just as hard as Frank’s, started grinding against your ass in response to whatever Frank was doing to his fingers.

Forever and all too soon, Frank pulled his mouth off those fingers with an obscene sucking sound.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding about how good she tastes,” he said, licking his lips. He grinned. “Your fingers weren’t bad either, Red.”

“Frank . . . ,” Matt gasped out.

Frank studied him, considering. Then his grin turned smug and a little predatory. “This wrecked from a little finger action, Red? Imagine if I had been doing that to your dick?”

The image your imagination painted had you groaning. Frank flashed you a grin. “Would you like to see that, darling?

You nodded eagerly. Matt laughed, a little breathless still, and patted your thigh. “Not right now, sweet girl. You still haven’t answered Frank’s earlier question. Do you want him to eat you out or fuck you?”

Your head was a little clearer now but it was still a tough question. Judging by what he did to Matt, Frank had a talented mouth. But your cunt clenching around the empty air made the decision for you.

“I want you to fuck me,” you answered.

“Gladly,” he said, gripping the base of his cock. He started to rub it through your folds, coating himself in your slick. The first brush of the head against your clit might have been an accident but the second time certainly wasn’t.

“So wet, darling,” Frank groaned before he positioned himself at your entrance and started to push inside you. You threw your head back against Matt’s shoulder, gasping.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted as he sank in another inch. “She always this tight?”

“Yes,” Matt answered, cupping your breasts and starting to knead them. “It’s one of my favorite things about her pussy. Always needs a moment to adjust to being filled. Always gripes my cock like a vice. She always whines when I withdraw from this pussy. You love being filled, don’t you, sweet girl?”

Your only answer was a warbling moan as Frank bottomed out. Full, you were so full. Matt was the only other man who had ever made you feel so full.

“Answer Red, darling,” Frank said, a note of warning in his voice. He gave you a hard thrust that almost pushed you back to the edge. “Otherwise I’m not moving.”

As promised, he stayed right where he was. He felt so good buried inside you but you needed more. You needed him to fuck you. You whined and tried to fuck yourself on him but Matt gripped your hips. Holding you in place. Keeping you in that limbo of feeling so good but not enough.

“None of that,” Matt growled. “Don’t start being a bad girl. Now answer me and Frank. Tell us how much you love being filled. How much you love being fucked.”

It didn’t take long for desperation to overcome your embarrassment at saying such things. “I love it. Love being filled by your cock. Always want you inside me. Love being fucked. I love it. I love it . . .”

Your litany turned into a keening cry when Frank started thrusting. No building up to it, just immediately fucking you hard. All the while, Matt ground his hard cock against your ass. Your ears were filled with Frank’s grunts, Matt’s softer moans, and your own high-pitched cries.

Probably because you had already been dancing along that edge, you were the first to come. Screaming Frank’s name as your cunt clenched around him earning yourself a beautiful moan from the man. Matt was close behind you, spilling himself all over your ass and back. Another couple hard thrusts, then with a loud groan, Frank was releasing inside you.

“So,” Frank said minutes later, after he got enough breath back to talk. “Whose up for round two?”

#fawktober2023 #kinktober 2023 #matt murdock x frank castle x reader #matt murdock x frank castle x you #daredevil #the punisher #fan fic #day 5

[mykneeshurt]

Open your mouth

I am a whore for Jon Berthnal as the Punisher, I’m re watching it at the moment so the smut ensues!

Warnings! No minors!

18+, smut, dominant Frank, breath play, consensual sex, dominant/submissive, unprotected sex (always wrap your Willy please), it’s filthy in there

This is literally me if I could have my way with him. God damn. I don’t own this gif btw.

I sat on the edge of the bridge, the cool summer night air brushed against my cheeks. The neon lights of the city danced in the reflection of the river beneath me. I stared out across the river to where the water and the sky met in the distance. It was so peaceful.

That is until a shrill whistle broke the silence. I rolled my eyes and jumped down off the bridge, taking in one last look across the water before trudging back to the van. I was greeted with a stern look as I climbed in the passenger side. ‘I told you to stay in eyesight.’ Rolling my eyes once again, I turned to look out the window as he pulled out from the car park.

Three weeks I’d been on the run with Frank Castle. Three. Fucking. Weeks. Three weeks of minimal conversation and minimal interaction. Three weeks of motel beds and store bought snacks. Three fucking weeks of him ignoring my mere existence.

‘You wanna tell me where we’re going?’ I asked. Frank tightened his grip on the wheel before shooting me a sharp glance. ‘You don’t need to know.’ He said bluntly. Letting out a sigh of frustration I turned to face the window once more. I leant my forehead against the cool glass and let sleep take me.

The juddering of the van woke me as the motion made my head bounce off the glass. Jolting upright I tried to regain my composure and I swear that piece of shit was smirking at me. I smiled to myself as I wiped stray hairs from my face. Maybe there was deep part of him that was human.

The red neon light of the Motel lit up the night sky as we pulled in. Another shitty motel, another shitty mattress and another shitty shower to contend with. Ergh. ‘Stay put, I’ll get the key’ he grunted as he jumped out slamming the van door. I watched him walk over to the office, he had a menacing presence about him. He’s someone I’d normally give a wide berth to, however fate decided otherwise.

Frank came to the passenger door and opened it gesturing for me to get out. As I slid out of the seat my shoulder brushed past his chest, it was so warm. His breath hitched in his throat as his eyes met mine. I held his gaze as I smiled a thanks in return. Nodding he placed his hand at the base of back gently ushering me towards the room.

The room was just as I expected, dark, dingy and smelt stale. A tv sat on the rotting wooden table, light shone through the once white net blinds covering the windows casting a golden shadow onto the only bed in the room. Frank dumped his duffel bag on the floor before going to find the nearest vending machine. I took this opportunity to finally have the shower I’d been craving for the last four days.

Leaving the door a jar slightly, I stepped into the shower turning on the water. The boiler sprung to life, creaking as it tried to pump out enough warm water to make the steady stream bearable. Lathering the shampoo into my hair I was able to briefly forget about the absolute shit show that was my life right now. I missed my family, my friends, my cat. I didn’t ask to be swept up in this, yet here I was. With Frank fuckin’ Castle.

Wiping the condensation from the mirror I took in my appearance, I didn’t know who the woman was looking back at me. Once bright eyes now dull and tired, full plump cheeks now flat and lifeless. Sighing I got dressed into a baggy t-shirt and shorts, opening the bathroom door Frank was sat on one of the chairs reading Moby Dick. He’d been reading it for the last two weeks, his brow furrowed as he took in the pages his one hand behind his head. While he was an asshole, he was handsome. Deep brown eyes, strong jaw line and a crooked nose. His mouth often pressed into a thin line where he was constantly thinking, planning or reminiscing.

The clock read 23:00, I had no idea how long Frank would stay here. We normally moved every two/four days depending on what he wanted to do. Or if he had business in the area. I climbed into the bed, which thankfully had clean sheets, not a stain in sight. I noticed Frank had made a make shift bed on the floor using his jacket and a blanket from the room. ‘Are you gonna sleep on the floor?’ I asked.

‘Yeah.’ He grunted, not even looking up from the book.

Putting my hair up in a messy bun I looked over to him, ‘you don’t have to you know. Get some proper rest, I can sleep on the floor, I don’t mind.’

‘I’m good.’

This man was infuriating. If I wasn’t being ignored it was one word answers. ‘Stop being a fucking martyr Frank. I know you don’t like this, or me. This bed is big enough for the two of us, you need proper sleep.’

That got his attention. He looked up from his book his hardened eyes meeting mine. ‘I don’t bite Frank, and I’m not some depraved sexual pervert either’ I smiled, attempting to lighten the mood. Frank didn’t say a word, instead returning to his book. Sighing I led down and rolled over, ‘fine, have it your way Frank. Night.’

As I rolled over in the night I felt a weight stopping me from pulling the duvet over to my side. Opening my eyes I was met with Frank fast asleep on top of the covers. Fully clothed all bar his combat boots, which were sat neatly by the chair he’d been reading in. I took full advantage of this moment, drinking him in while I had the chance. His face was fully relaxed now, the creases in his brow no where to be seen, his mouth closed but not in a tight line as it normally was. He looked truly peaceful. I lowered my gaze to his hand, one placed across his chest, the other behind his head. Scars adorned his knuckles, his veins prominent and thick, his forearms defined and chiseled. Franks chest moved softly up and down as he slept, I lowered my gaze further. A small area of skin peeked out between his t shirt and trousers, his button was undone and his trousers rested just beneath his hips. His skin looked like marble, smooth yet intricately detailed, his defined ‘V’ lines just visible below his boxers.

As I sat taking in this magnificent man before me I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I turned my head to face Frank, who low and behold was watching me beneath hooded eyes. My cheeks flushed a bright crimson, an apology tried to come out of my mouth but it was no where to be seen. Instead I quickly turned around and slammed my head back onto the pillow, feeling sick from pure embarrassment. I willed myself to go back to sleep, to somehow wake up and this all be a dream. But no such luck.

I don’t when I fell back to sleep but the warm morning light on my face woke me from my slumber. Frank was gone, I was sprawled out across the double bed, the room filled with stifled air. Dragging myself across the room I drew back the curtains and opened the window to let in some fresh air. Looking back towards the bed a warm feeling encased me, smiling to myself I played with the fabric between my fingers. Franks hooded sleepy eyes racing through my memory, igniting the fire in my core.

Frank often left me alone whilst he went to do, what ever it is he does. He normally always came back covered in bruises and abrasions. To distract myself I decided to venture out and grab a coffee, tasted like shit but it would do. The motel stood amongst a dense forest, a mixture of Oak and Birch spread as far as the eye could see. A walk could really do me some good, clear my head, so I started walking. Taking in the summer air, the soft sound of the grass beneath me, the air felt light in my lungs. I picked out a comfy looking tree and nestled against it, taking my shoes off I buried my toes in the grass.

I don’t know how long I was sat under that Oak tree but the gentle crunch of the grass alerted me to someone’s presence. Looking up I saw Frank towering above me, seething. ‘Hi.’ I managed to whisper. His jaw clenched, his knuckles white with rage. ‘Fuck you doin’ out here? I told you to stay in the motel!’ His tone was harsh and cutting. ‘You can’t keep me caged up like an animal Frank! I just wanted some fucking fresh air, Jesus Christ!’

Frank reached down and grabbed my wrist pulling me up and throwing me over his shoulder. ‘Fuck you Frank!’ I shouted as I pummelled his back. He marched back to the motel, his grip tight around my thighs. His hands were calloused but they didn’t hurt me, he was strong but gentle.

Entering the room he walked over to the bed and threw me down. I glared up at him, breath caught in my chest, my heart ricocheting off my ribs. His lips parted a slow breath escaping them, his body still tight with rage. His defined jaw tense, his tongue searching his mouth for something to say. The tension was nauseating. As I tried to get up he pushed my shoulder back forcing me back into the bed. I slapped him across the face, the fucking nerve of him. He grabbed my neck with his hand and inched closer to my face, his breath grazed against my lips. I scowled up at him, ‘Fuck. You. Frank.’ He let out snicker before removing his hand from my throat ‘Don’t leave this fuckin’ room.’

With that he turned and left, locking the door behind him. In a fit of rage I threw the lamp at the door shattering it to pieces. Christ knows how long he’ll be gone for. With nothing else to do I ran myself a bath and settled into the water, taking the book Frank was reading in with me. I’d read Moby Dick a few times in high school, not really my genre. Flicking through the pages until the water became cold, I washed, dressed, paced, sighed. Anything to try and keep myself occupied, my eye caught the broken lamp on the floor. Rolling my eyes I grabbed the bin and began putting the larger pieces into the plastic bag. One. Two. Three. I was so fucking bored. Nothing on the TV either.

I led on the bed, mind wandering, wandering back to Frank lying peacefully next to me. His defined features, his deep brown eyes, his crooked nose, his …. lips. Biting my own lip I snaked my hand into my shorts and grazed the lace of my panties. I was so wet thinking about him, about his hands on my thigh, my neck, my body. The way his breath danced across my skin, my thighs clenched together at the thought of him slowly pushing into me. Claiming me. I slowly circled my fingers on my clit which was growing firmer by the second. I wrapped my other hand in the sheets as the pressure began to build …. Frank …. Frank …. FRANK?!

He was stood in the doorway watching me, a smug smirk on his face. I snatched my hand out of my shorts and tried to hide the embarrassment on my face to no avail. I sat on the bed unable to keep eye contact with him, the once blissful pressure long gone. He shut the door and locked it once more. His heavy boots echoed in the silent room as he walked over to me on the bed, my one hand still entwined with the sheets. Looking down on me once more he gripped my chin between his thumb and index finger. He pulled my chin up to meet his gaze, his eyes black with desire. My breath hitched in my throat as my heart skipped several beats. He loomed over me never breaking eye contact, ‘you want this?’ He asked finally breaking the silence. I frantically tried to find words but none would come. Instead my thighs involuntarily clenched together enticing a moan from my lips. Frank lent into me and placed both hands besides me, ‘you sure?’

I bit my lip and nodded. His eyes travelled to my lips, his jaw tense as he leant in to kiss me. It was soft and tender to begin with, I cupped his face with my hand pulling him close to me. He led me on my back as I rubbed my thigh against his torso, he grabbed at it as he pressed himself onto me. His kiss growing more desperate, I flicked my tongue against his lips pleading for permission. The kiss grew into a flurry of teeth and tongue as I arched my back into him. I moaned into his mouth unable to contain how much I needed this. Needed to be touched. He wrapped his fist into my hair as he pulled away from me, he ran his thumb across my bottom lip eliciting another moan from deep within me. He trailed his thumb down my chest, onto my stomach and slowly into my shorts. His fingers grazed my panties, which were now soaking, ‘fuck’ he whispered.

I gazed up at him with doe like eyes, his hand still in my hair as he moved my panties to the side and ran his fingers along my slit. He slowly inserted one finger, then another, my eyes rolled and weeks of tension were finally being released. He began to move his fingers slowly in and out never once breaking eye contact with me. ‘Open your mouth’ he demanded. Doing as I was asked I opened my mouth and he placed his fingers on my tongue, wanting me to taste myself. He let out a grunt of approval as I sucked his fingers, he grabbed my neck and crashed his lips into mine one more. Tasting me on my lips.

He stood up and removed his shirt, revealing just how truly beautiful he was. Just as he was about to climb on top of me again, I put my hand on his chest to stop him. I shuffled to the edge of the bed and began to undo his belt pulling it out of the loopholes. I palmed his crotch feeling just how hard he was. Frank bit his lip and threw his head back, he needed this just as much as me. His veins leading to his cock bulged as I softly caressed his skin. Looking up at him I silently asked for permission which was granted with a quick nod. Pulling his trousers and boxers down in one revealed his thick cock, already glistening with pre-cum. As I took him in my mouth he took in a sharp inhale through his teeth, and let out a whimper as a traced my tongue around him. I took him deeper, drool weeping at the sides of my mouth as I stared up at him. He wiped it away with his thumb before gently placing it in his mouth. ‘Fuck … that feels so good … atta girl’ he cooed. His praise only spurred me on, getting into a rhythm I sucked and tongued at his cock. He grabbed the back of my head forcing himself to the tip of my throat, tears stung my eyes threatening to fall. I’d never felt more alive.

Frank pulled away quickly, and stood me up pushing me against the wall his hand around my neck. He started intensely at me, crashing his lips against mine once more. ‘Open your mouth sweetheart’ he purred. As I opened my mouth his grip on my neck grew tighter as he pushed me down slightly. As I gazed up at him mouth open he spat in my mouth, swallowing instantly he smirked ‘good girl. Now turn around.’

I turned around and felt his hands on my hips as he buried his face in my neck, nipping at my skin. He pulled at my shorts until they fell to the ground, bending me over slightly he began to kiss my neck working his way down my back. Shivers ran up my spine as he kissed and nipped at me. Once he got to my panties he slowly pulled them down and kissed at my throbbing wet pussy. I felt my entire body tense at the feel of his tongue slowly teasing me. He slowly inserted two fingers and ran his thumb across my clit. ‘Fuck you’re so wet. That all for me?’

‘Yes.’ Is all I managed to whisper. I could feel the pressure beginning the build, I became breathless. Moans escaping with every breath that managed to escape. ‘Please Frank’ I whimpered. I couldn’t take much more of this. ‘Please fuck me Frank, I need you.’

A sharp pain flashed across my ass cheek, ‘needy little bitch aren’t you?’ He teased. He stopped fingering my pussy and pulled my head back to his shoulder, gripping my neck. My back arched as I pushed my ass into his cock, pleading with him to fuck me. ‘Get on the bed so I can fuck your cunt.’

Doing as I was told I got onto the bed as he placed me on all fours, he pushed my head into the mattress as he spanked me again. He slowly rubbed his cock against my slit before pushing himself into me. Both of us gasped as he stretched me open, filling me completely. He started off at a slow pace, letting me get used to him before he built up to a punishing rhythm. Guttural sounds left his chest as he moaned with each thrust. He gripped my hips like a vice, before placing my arms on my back as he restrained them with brute force. A string of praise filled the space between moans ‘fuck, you’re doing so well’ … ‘such a good girl’ … ‘taking my cock like the little slut you are.’ Each bit of praise made me moan louder, as I let out whimpers begging him to go harder.

Without warning he pulled out and flipped me over onto my back, he placed my one leg over his shoulder before resuming the brutal pace. I pulled at his one hand and placed it around my neck, pushing down on it for him to choke me. I could feel the pressure building as he completely dominated me. I reached down with my free hand and circled my clit. Arching my back my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I came around his cock. Moaning his name I gripped onto his forearm where I could feel the definition in his muscles. As I rode out my high moaning his name I could feel him becoming tense. He was close.

‘Get on your fuckin’ knees’ he growled. He pulled out and I got on my knees, grinning up at him through hooded eyes. ‘Open.’

Opening my mouth, Frank came onto my tongue before thrusting into my mouth once more. ‘Swallow.’ Doing as I was told, I swallowed in one fluid motion before he removed himself.

He helped me to my feet and beckoned me to lie next to him on the bed. Pulling me into him he placed his arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead. ‘You ok?’ He asked, ‘sorry if I was a bit too rough.’

Tracing his scars with my nail I looked up at him before placing a kiss on his lips. ‘That was amazing. But I still fucking hate you.’

#frank castle smut #fan fic smut #jon bernthal #the punisher #frank castle

[kanerallels]

Sorry I'm so fashionably late, y'all. Have a new chapter of this fic! First lines under the cut

“The fireside is blazing bright,

We’re caroling through the night…”

Tuning out the music in the background, Frank turned his attention back to the phone he had pressed against his ear. “So, no better plans than to hassle me on Christmas Day?”

He heard Curtis laugh on the other end. “It’s Christmas Eve, man. Besides, it’s the time of year for keeping up on your family. No better time to make sure you’re still above the ground and have your head on straight.”

“Yeah, well, you can rest easy. I’m still eating and everything— gonna have dinner right after this.”

“Oh yeah? Where are you spending the holiday this year?”

“Good question— give me a second.” Covering the receiver, Frank caught the eye of a passing waitress, a girl who couldn’t be much older than seventeen. “Excuse me, miss— what state is this?”

She gave him a weird look. “How do you not know what state you’re in?”

“I’ve been traveling all day.”

“Huh. Well, you’re in Ohio. Such as it is. Welcome, or whatever.” She waved a hand dramatically, then stalked off to the kitchen again.

#kastle #karen page #frank castle #amy bendix #curtis hoyle #frank castle x karen page #the punisher #christmas fan fic #fun fact i posted this to procrastinate from my current project #but i'm gonna go do it now! i believe in me #writing stories is a kind of magic too