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Tesla Jellymon used Punishock!
~ Digimon Ghost Game Ep 29
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I Do - Darcy/Frank
for @amores-supremos
911 words
Rated T
I Do - Jessie Reyez
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Darcy cried out when Frank grabbed her, mostly because of her hand fucking hurt and she wasn’t expecting a friendly face right then.
“How do you keep getting into this shit?” he asked, hauling her up to her feet. “Are you okay?”
“My hand...” She said, revealing her cradled palm with the big gash across the length of it. From grabbing the blade the Hydra idiot had pressed to her throat.
Better her hand than her throat, but it still fucking smarted.
Frank sighed and slipped his arm around her bicep, his fingers nearly touching as he pulled her out of the room where they had been keeping her.
He kept her behind him as he shot at a few guys who tried to stop them, and then it was smooth sailing until he pushed her into the car he had waiting.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, who is she?” a man asked, his voice going all high when he looked at her and saw the blood.
“She’s a friend,” Frank said simply. Take us back to my place.”
“Did you get the thing?” the other man hissed.
Frank nodded and glanced back at her. “You gonna be okay to drive for a while?” I’ll take care of that hand when we get back to my place.
She nodded and leaned her head back on the seat as the other guy drove away. Dave, his name was. She heard him say his last name, but she didn’t remember it. Or it didn’t register. Or something.
But anyway, they were in the car for a while. So long that she started whimpering about her hand. It had stopped bleeding, but it hurt like fuck.
“Can I stop and get her something for the pain?” Dave muttered.
Frank took a look back at her and nodded. “Tylenol. Anything else will make her bleed again.”
They stopped at a gas station and Frank leaned back to undo her belt so she could lay down. She felt like an idiot. Frank had been actual-facts shot before, and she was crying about a hand-wound.
“It was serrated,” Frank said. “I can tell by the cut. Looks like it fucking hurt. You’re doing alright, Darce.”
She let out a sob and he reached back immediately to slide his fingers around her wrist. “Want me to come back there?”
“Yes,” she said softly, sniffling as he climbed out of the car and came into the backseat with her. He slid in beneath her head, so she was pillowed on his thigh.
It was at that moment that Dave came back and slid back into the driver’s seat. “I have Tylenol PMs, thought it’d help her calm down?”
“Gimme four of ‘em,” Frank helped her sit up and she swallowed the pills with a bottle of water Dave had gotten for her.
“We’re about two hours out. Try to sleep,” Frank said softly. Darcy nodded and lay back down on his lap.
She must have fallen asleep because when she woke up, she was being carried somewhere. Somewhere dark. And then bright as hell.
“Oh god,” she said, coughing and squinting her eyes closed in the light.
“Just be still, I’m gonna give you something, and then I’m gonna clean this and stitch it,” said Frank.
The “something” he gave her was a tumbler of whiskey and she gulped it all back, pushing down against the burn as he went to work on her hand. It wasn’t painless, but it wasn’t any worse than before he’d cleaned it, so she was fairly quiet while he stitched her up and wrapped gauze around her hand.
“Keep your hand open or it’ll heal weird,” he said, going to clean everything up before coming back to inspect her further. He used a Maglite to check her pupils and took her pulse before he finally switched off the lamp above her.
“Thank you,’ she said softly.
“What was I supposed to do?” he asked. He was right, but there was something else here. Something unsaid. Like always.
“Do you still think about me at all?” she asked, surprised by her own question.
Frank was too if his reaction was anything to go by.
It had been about six months since she’d seen him last. Since she’d told him to go and not to let the door hit his ass on the way out. And here he was, staring at her from a stool beside the bed where he had her laying. The more she looked around the more she was convinced this was his room.
“I was there when you needed me, wasn’t I?” he replied, even though he was answering a question she wasn’t asking. Or was he?
“So all the time?” she offered. “Because same.”
“Yeah...” he said, laughing. “It’s all the same. Nothing’s changed, Darce. I’m still me, You’re still you.”
“So maybe we should change what we want out of this.”
“Okay. What do you want?” he asked., a smirk playing on his face.
“To be under you, ASAP.”
He blinked twice. “You’re injured.
“It’ll take my mind off of things..”
He smiled and shook his head. “Dave will hear.”
“I can be quiet.”
“Yeah? Well, I can’t. And I don’t want you to be.” He leaned down to kiss her, and she leaned into it, biting his bottom lip until he groaned and climbed onto the bed with her.
“What about Dave?” she asked.
“Who?” he replied, kissing her again.
#Punishock#Darcy x Frank#Frank x Darcy#Darcy Lewis#Frank Castle#Darcy/Frank#Frank/Darcy#Song Prompts 2020#orange#my writing#amores supremos
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Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Punisher (TV 2017)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Frank Castle/Darcy Lewis
Characters: Frank Castle, Darcy Lewis
Additional Tags: Ficlet Collection, One Shot Collection, Smut, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Crocheting, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Apocalypse
Summary:
A collection of Punishock short fics I've been prompted. Various ratings and subject matter.
None of the ficlets are connected unless otherwise noted.
The first chapter is the table of contents.
I will mark mature/explicit shorts with an *.
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Happy Birthday, jim-is-spocks-thyla!
October 10 - "They're not good enough for you" Darcy/Frank for @jim-is-spocks-thyla
Set in the Excellent Taste In Dogs AU; I was asked for a follow-up to this ficlet, where Frank and Darcy go to the wedding together.
This came at a really good time because an amazing picture of Jon Bernthal and his dog crossed my Tumblr dash just yesterday. Imagine Frank turning up dressed like this to take Darcy to the wedding… *swoon*
Darcy was still recovering from the full impact of seeing Frank dressed up in a suit and tie, his beard neatly clipped and for once not a bruise or contusion to be seen, when they pulled up at the wedding venue. The black convertible Mercedes, pretty new she was sure, and a freshly bathed Bunny sitting in the back seat (wearing a safety harness, of course) with his tongue lolling happily completed the picture of Everything Darcy Lewis Ever Wanted. She kept looking across at Frank, the picture of a wealthy, successful businessman; even his sunglasses were designer.
“So spill,” she said as they pulled into the parking lot of the swanky hotel where her sister’s wedding was being held, “where did you get the car?”
Frank smirked. “There’s quite a lot of people who owe me favors. Your buddy Stark is among them.”
“That probably explains the suit as well.” She couldn’t help but lick her lips as he got out of the car and came around to open her door.
“Excuse me, I bought this myself,” he looked mock-offended as he offered his hand. She accepted, taking it to get her balance on the high heels she was wearing. All her sisters were five-nine or taller, and five foot two Darcy had no intention of looking like a midget next to them, even if she did break her neck walking in six-inch heels.
Frank looked amused as he saw her eyes on a level with his chin instead of his collarbone, but he said nothing, just reached over to release Bunny, who bounced eagerly out of the car and came to nuzzle at Darcy’s hand.
“Good boy,” Darcy said, petting his scarred head. “Good boy.”
“Everything’s gonna be fine, Darcy-girl,” Frank said quietly, seeing that her fingers were shaking. “I’m right here with you.”
He began to see fairly quickly why Darcy’s family got her upset so easily. The first issue arose when the card on the chair beside Darcy’s was labelled “Darcy’s Guest”.
“Mom, I told you who I was bringing a month ago!” Darcy hissed at her mother. Mrs Lewis gave her a saccharine smile.
“Well, dear, you never know, do you? I thought he might not have been able to make it.” She side-eyed Frank, who just picked the card up and put it in his pocket, after being introduced. “Thought you might have had to find someone else to stand in at the last minute and having someone else’s name on the seat might be embarrassing.”
“You could have checked with me, you know,” Darcy pointed out with a sigh, giving up. Even wearing the most fabulous dress she’d ever seen - courtesy of a wad of cash Frank had handed her one day, that she had no intention of inquiring about its origins - she still felt frumpy next to her mother and sisters. Several of whom were eyeing Frank as though he were some particularly tasty delicacy on the menu.
A warm hand curled around hers as she took her seat, and a cold nose brushed her ankle lightly; Bunny sitting under Frank’s chair like the good dog he was. She looked up at Frank and made the effort to smile.
“Don’t worry, Darcy,” he leaned over and whispered softly into her ear. “Think about something else. Think about the things I did to you last night with my tongue. That should make you feel better.”
She flushed bright red beneath her makeup, lips parting on a gasp. Frank chuckled quietly in her ear. “Or you can think about the things I’m gonna do to you later. I was thinking how pretty you’d look spread out on the hood of Stark’s fancy car…”
“Please stop talking now!” she squeaked. He sat back, laughing quietly, as the music started.
The name card wasn’t the only little microaggression Frank witnessed, either. He couldn’t comprehend it, why all these beautiful, apparently successful, wealthy women should be jealous of Darcy. He thought she was gorgeous, of course, but he could also see that her sisters would certainly be considered more conventionally beautiful.
“Why are they like this?” he asked as they danced together at the reception, Bunny fast asleep under the table. ��Why are they jealous of you?”
Darcy shrugged. She looked tired around the eyes, Frank thought, weary of dealing with her family’s crap. “It’s not jealousy. I’ve never been good enough for them.”
“Hah. It’s the other way around, angel, trust me. They’re not good enough for you.” He’d heard three of the sisters gossiping that afternoon, whispering spitefully about him and Darcy. Wondering how Darcy got ‘a man like that’. One of them had speculated that Darcy had paid for him to attend as her date. Wondered what he charged per hour.
The high-pitched giggles had cut off abruptly as Frank moved. He’d been just outside the terrace doors where they’d been gathered, waiting while Buddy relieved himself in some nearby shrubbery. Walking back in, he gave them his best Punisher Death Stare and felt marginally happier as they all paled and stumbled quickly away.
Darcy smiled and leaned closer, reaching up to put her arms around his neck. “Thank you for saying that.”
“It’s nothing but the truth. None of them can hold a candle to you.” He could see her mother not too far away, watching them. Thinking that he’d give her something to watch, Frank bent his head to capture Darcy’s lips in a slow, heated kiss that left any onlookers in no doubt whatsoever that he was more than happy to be there.
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Tesla Jellymon used Punishock!
~ Digimon Ghost Game Ep 21
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Zombie Apocalypse - Darcy Lewis/Frank Castle
for @mindfullostitinerant
260 words
Rated T
I know somewhere we can hide. Do you trust me?
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Darcy shrieked as a pair of strong arms yanked her backwards and a door slammed in front of her, effectively closing her off from the shambling hoard that was hellbent on eating her.
She turned and came face to face with her neighbor.
A man who introduced himself as Pete, but whom she knew to be Frank Castle, AKA the Punisher.
Her bosses at SHIELD had her looking after him, but it appeared old Pete/Frank was doing the same for her.
“I know you know who I am,” he breathed, turning around and stalking to a closet nearby. He pulled out what looked like a shotgun and turned back to face her. “And I know who you are. So can we trust each other now?”
“Yeah,” Darcy said, nodding slowly. He tossed the shotgun towards her.
“I know a place we can hide,” he informed her, while pulling an entire fucking arsenal out of the closet. “It’ll take us a couple days on foot, but if we can hot wire a car, we’re golden.”
“I have a car,” she said. “I have keys. No hot wiring necessary.”
“Okay then.” He scooped up a bag and looked over at her. “I don’t think I have anything that will fit you, and your apartment is...”
“I’m a SHIELD agent. There’s a go bag in my car, no worries.”
“Okay, so are we good?”
“For now,” Darcy said cryptically.
“Good enough for me.” Frank cocked his own shotgun. “You ready?”
“Ready,” she nodded, and he kicked open the door and started shooting.
#Punishock#Darcy x Frank#Frank x Darcy#Darcy Lewis#Frank Castle#Darcy/Frank#Frank/Darcy#Halloween Prompts 2020#orange#my writing#mindfullostitinerant
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Happy Birthday, thatpunkmaximoff!
May 11 - "You wouldn't dare!" Frank/Darcy for @thatpunkmaximoff
Set later in the same AU as Excellent Taste In Dogs :)
“Darcy?” Frank opened the door, calling her name. There was no answer, so he fetched Buddy’s leash. The pit bull cross bounced excitedly as Frank came to collect him.
“Come on, pal. We’ll take a walk and get some dinner. I’m sure she won’t be long.” He texted her on the way out. Indian or Thai?
Thai please, angel, the response came back within a minute. Hopefully be home in about half an hour.
Frank grinned, tucking his phone back into his jacket pocket. He was the furthest possible thing from an angel. Except that’s what Darcy always called him. Guardian Angel of Hell’s Kitchen, she said. If they have a Devil, then they should have an angel too.
He chuckled quietly to himself at the thought of what Red would say if he knew. He and Red got along pretty well these days. “Did you actually get a hobby?” Red asked him the last time they met up on a rooftop. “Or is it a woman?”
Red must have heard his pulse increase, because Daredevil made a startled noise. “Huh, it is a woman!”
“Found my soulmate,” Frank admitted. “And no, she ain’t some kind of murderous madwoman runnin’ amok on the streets of some other district.”
“Never thought she would be,” came the quietly murmured response. “Well, reckon she’s good for you, Frank. Take care of her.”
“I intend to,” he’d responded fervently.
He took a detour now. It was late. While he was certain Darcy would take a cab home from work, he’d rather walk her. And Buddy would be glad to see her, anyway.
He stopped at a Thai restaurant on the way to order dinner; they could pick it up on the way back. His timing was perfect, Darcy was just walking out of the Tower as he came striding up the block. She spotted the dog first, of course; Darcy and her unerring instinct for dogs.
“Bunny! Frank, my darling,” she stepped close and reached up to kiss him, arms sliding around his waist. He winced slightly as she brushed over the cut on his back. Red had stitched it shut - he’d stitched two uglier ones on the other man - but it still hurt like hell. Darcy’s lips thinned as she caught his wince.
“We’ll take a look at that when I get home.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He was so whipped, but damned if he didn’t love it. He was Darcy’s slave just as much as the dog was, and that fool animal was currently lying on his back in the middle of the sidewalk whimpering happily as Darcy rubbed his tummy.
They headed back hand-in-hand, picked up the food on the way. Ate a companionable meal. Afterwards they were sitting quietly together, Buddy snoozing on Darcy’s feet, when she fixed him with a direct look.
“All right. Get that shirt off. Let’s see your back.”
“It’s fine, Darce. Only two stitches.”
“Now.”
Frank was up and unbuttoning his shirt before his brain caught up. God damn it, when she used that tone… with a sigh he turned his back to her.
“Those are terrible stitches, who put them in, a blind man?”
He had to chuckle. “Funnily enough, yeah.”
“This is not a joking matter, that’s going to scar!” Darcy scowled. “I’m taking them out and I’m going to put fresh ones in.”
Frank knew better than to argue with her. With a groan he settled down in the chair again, leaning forward with his elbows on the table as she went to wash her hands and fetch her stitching kit. It was by no means the first time she’d patched him up - she’d gone and convinced Banner to give her lessons after the first time - and she set five tiny, neat, straight stitches after cutting Red’s two rough ones out.
“There,” she said at last, carefully taping on a dressing. “Now be careful.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Don’t you sass me, I hear that tone in your voice.” Darcy peeled her gloves off and tossed them in the garbage, put her hands on her hips and glared at Frank.
He grinned at her, standing up and shifting about experimentally. No real pain, no tugging; as usual she’d done an amazing job. He saw the way her eyes ran over his bare chest then, the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten her lips.
“No point in giving me orders if I don’t sass you back, eh? And besides,” he stalked towards her, “sometimes you like it when I’m disobedient.”
“Frank, no,” she saw the wicked glint in his eyes. “Frank, your stitches!”
“They’ll be fine.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” she yelled at him crossly, already knowing she was fighting a losing battle. There was no arguing with Frank once he’d set himself on a course, and the course he was currently on was almost certainly going to have him between her legs in a matter of minutes. She couldn’t help a shudder of desire at the thought.
Strong hands curved around her waist, lifted her easily to the counter, and he was pushing in and kissing her, tugging her skirt up and her panties down so fast her head reeled. Or maybe that was just the way he kissed, fierce and yet tender, his dark stubble rasping her chin. With a moan of desire Darcy gave herself up to him, sliding her arms around his neck and gasping out his name against his lips as his fingers thrust deep into her already-soaking core.
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