#frank x y/n

[sinsandsweetness]

across the hall - part 2 (Frank Castle x fem!reader)

part 1

cw- eventual smut, 18+ , nothing crazy<3

notes- definitely placed in the beginning of season 1. I know he goes by a different name at that time but… I don’t really care lol. I have no clue where this is going but it’s all my fingers will type today so I’m rolling with it. lmk what we think:)

Frank opened the door in plaid pyjama pants and a grey tee. Rubbing at his eye with his palm and leaning up against the doorway.

“Hey,” he seems a little surprised. Like no one has ever knocked on his door before. “You lose your keys again?”

You’re momentarily distracted by the stretched fabric across his body. Muscles in his arms bulging and flexing involuntarily as he crosses them against his chest.

“Oh, um, no I just- uh, I wanted to say thank you, for the other night. You didn’t have to do that and … yeah just, um, I made you this.” You bring attention to the casserole dish in your hands. “Just as a little thank you.”

He wants to smile but for whatever reason he bites it back. Nodding slightly and shrugging his shoulders. “Was just bein’ a good neighbour.”

“Yeah, but I mean, you didn’t have to. It was just really nice and I, um, I appreciated it. A lot.” You shift on your feet. Glancing down at your bunny slippers and pyjama pants.

“What is it?” Frank opens the door even more, nodding to the dish. He’s inviting you in. Not verbally. But he backs into his apartment and expects you to follow.

“Uh, lasagna. Hope you like it.” You step in and he closes the door behind you. “It’s still needs to go in the oven. A half hour?” You suggest, handing it to him.

He turns the oven on and places the tinfoil covered dish inside. Turning around and looking you up and down. You figure you weren’t supposed to notice that.

With his gaze on you, you find yourself suddenly a little self conscious of your pjs. White top, probably a little see through though you didn’t want to check. Faded pink striped pyjama pants and those fucking slippers. Why couldn’t you have just slipped on some flip flops. Anything else.

“Kinda late for dinner, no?” He cracks a smile to let you know that he’s not being rude. Just making conversation, acknowledging both of your attire.

“Well you work late, right? I mean at least it seems like it… I don’t know when you get off work or anything-“ you’re rambling. You do know when he gets off. Almost every weekday at 8 pm you hear his door unlock. It’s sticky, catching on the wooden frame. That’s how you know. It’s louder than anyone else’s in the hall. And, most of the time, you get home from college at the same time. Running into him in the elevator and walking alongside him to the two of your doors. At least on the days you decide to study.

Frank nods. Leaning up against the counter. A little smirk visible in the dim lit apartment.

“You want somethin’ to drink?”

“Oh, no I’m ok. I should get back to bed anyway.” You stutter, motioning towards the door.

“You’re gonna make me eat this whole lasagna all alone?”

You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

“Stay. Have a beer. Or water. I have water. Wine? Think I got some wine somewhere in here,” Frank is already in the fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of beer. Same as the other night.

“Beer’s good.” You finally answer.

“Here. Take a seat.” He hands You the bottle and pulls one of the stools at the island out for you.

You sit there and wait for the timer on the oven to go off. He asks you what you do. What you’re studying in school. How you like it. You ask him about work. What he does, how he likes it. Typical small talk, only this time you’re here on purpose. Not out of necessity.

When the timer goes off he makes you up a plate. Sitting next to you at the island, you eat with him. You’re not very hungry, seeing as you’d already eaten dinner. But you didn’t really want to leave. Not after his comment about eating alone. That pulled at a heart string.

“So…” you try to come up with more conversation. An empty plate and a fork in front of you both. Only a few sips left in your beer. “You live alone?”

He nods. Taking a swig of his beer.

“Oh. So you don’t… have a girlfriend or anything?”

He doesn’t know wether he should smile. Instead he just shakes his head. No girlfriend. Ok. You don’t want to admit it but you’re glad he said no. Even though you don’t know him very well, you feel drawn to the man. Big and burley and quiet. Handsome of course. And something else that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“You uh,” he swallows, “you have a boyfriend?”

“No,” you huff a little laugh. Though it’s not very funny.

“So your buddy from the elevator…?”

“Oh no. That’s- he’s just my roommate. He’s got a girlfriend. Several actually,” you laugh awkwardly and wish you could smack your forehead.

“Lady killer, huh?” He cracks a smile.

“Somethin’ like that. Definitely thinks he is,” you smile back and take a few more swigs of beer. Not really feeling a buzz but definitely more relaxed. You don’t know why you’re always so anxious around Frank. He’s much more kind than the energy he puts off in the hall.

Two more beers and a few awfully raunchy roommate stories later and you find yourself back on his couch. Laughing so hard your stomach hurts. your slippers are kicked off and across the room. You’re sitting there, criss cross applesauce beside him and demonstrating the size of a hot pink dildo that your freshman year roommate forgot to take out of the shower. Frank is laughing and covering his face with a palm. Like he’s actually embarrassed for the girl. But you’re both a little tipsy so it really doesn’t matter.

“So what, you’ve never been the bad roommate?” He asks. His hand so close to your knee it’s burning hot.

“I mean…” you bite your lip. Trying not to smile and give yourself away.

“Ok. So you have. How?” He nudges your leg with his own. Urging you on.

“I have not!” You laugh. Trying to uphold your dignity.

“I’m callin’ bullshit. Pretty girl like you? No way you don’t have a few skeletons in that closet.” His hand is on your knee now. Undeniably there. Resting. Squeezing.

You blush. You can’t help the way your face heats up. He called you pretty. And he’s touching you.

You swallow, “I- I’ve had a couple of hookups that, maybe weren’t exactly the quietest. Or… safest.” You try to keep it brief. Hoping he’ll let it be at that.

“Safest?”

“Well… there was a bathtub incident, where he, um, broke his foot. And a… well a bed frame incident as well…” you’re face is burning. You can’t believe you’re admitting this to your neighbour. One that you definitely wouldn’t mind seeing shirtless again. One that you’ve been picturing in your bed for a much longer time than you’d care to admit.

“Hmm,” He hums a little laugh but he doesn’t bother asking for any explanation.

“What?” You ask. Nervous of the answer.

“Nothin’,”

“No, you were about to say something, go on.”

“I don’t know. You just didn’t strike me as that kind of girl. Always carrying all those books around. Seemed like the kinda girl who goes to school and to church and that’s it. Just… I don’t know. You surprise me.”

“I’m full of surprises, Frank. I think we both are.”

He nods. You have no idea.

“Besides, I don’t even go to church,” you finish off your bottle with one last sip. Placing on the floor beside the couch leg.

“No?”

“Why did you think that?” You ask.

“You’re up at 8 every Sunday. Dressed all nice. Figured that’s where you go.”

He notices you every Sunday. How does he notice?

“I meet a friend….for brunch. Been sort of a ritual since school started,” you explain, “how do you- how do you know that?”

“Hm?”

“How do you know that i’m up at 8 on sundays?”

“I see you, walking down to the corner of the street,” He points to the window. “Hear your keys in your hand as you leave the hallway. And I know about 4 minutes later, I’ll see you on the sidewalk. Going towards the lights.”

“So you’re spying on me?” You tease. Smiling like an idiot. He notices you! Frank notices you and he has for weeks. All while you’ve been trying to muster up the courage to talk to him in the elevator or the hall. He’s been doing the same thing.

“It’s not spyin’ if it’s general knowledge. Anyone can see you leavin’ the building.” He defends himself but you know he’s smiling.

“Yeah but you’re obviously the only one who notices.” You sit up straighter. Suddenly feeling really close to his face. Looking into those deep brown eyes.

“Trust me when I say, I’m definitely not the only guy who notices you.” His eyes keep darting away. Like he’s afraid of you seeing into them. Seeing into him.

You bite your lip. Not knowing what to say. It’s a compliment, though you’ve never been very great at taking those.

“Hey, Frank?” You ask, redirecting his attention back to your eyes. Your voice is quiet. Shy. “Would you wanna go for brunch sometime?”

“I got a better idea. Stay the night, and I’ll make you breakfast this time. How’s that sound?” His hand on your leg is squeezing you gently. And his words are pulling you even closer.

“I’d like that,” you breath out, nose almost touching his. Hand coming up to the side of his face, “I’d like that a lot.”

You press your lips to his and your suddenly thankful for all the beers he gave you. Feeling a hundred times more courageous than you typically do.

His hands are wrapping around your waist on no time. Pulling you around to straddle his lap. To kiss him and feel him underneath you. Hands roaming his broad shoulders and down his chest. His own hands dragging under the thin material of your long sleeve, sending pinpricks down your arms from the touch.

Your tongues taste of beer as they trace over each others lips. Muffled moans threaten to creep up your throat as you feel him grow hard underneath you. Grinding against his bulge, only the thin fabric of your pyjamas between you.

He picks you up by the backs of your thighs. Lifting you and him both to maneuver you around. He wants you underneath him. Your back hits the leather couch and his forearms frame your face. Coming back down to meet your lips again, you reach for his shirt, pulling on the hem. He lets you lift it over his head. Your own shirt quickly after. Pants being tugged down all rushed and inpatient before you find yourself inviting him in between your legs. Heels wrapped around the small of his back and your nails dig into his shoulder blades while he enters you slowly. Giving you a minute to adjust to his size.

His kisses are hungry. Warm and, somehow, already familiar. His beard tickles your jaw but you can’t complain. It feels too good. Him. Inside of you. Hands wrapped around your waist and pulling you closer as he fucks you. The sofa is creaking with every thrust but he doesn’t seem to care. Whispering sweet nothing in your ear. You can barely hear them you’re so high. Intoxicated by the taste of him. The feel of him. Nothing is going through your mind except him and how fucking good he feels.

“Frank, I’m- oh god I’m getting close,” you let him know with your lips brushing his neck the whole time. You want to kiss every inch of him. Every spot you can reach. He doesn’t mind. Going even faster at your announcement. Determined to get you there before him, because at your words, he’s trying so fucking hard not to finish in your tight, warm heat right here and now.

You press your forehead to his collarbone, fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling and tugging and silently telling him that you’re there. Your breath hitches and he feels you convulse around him. Your orgasm takes over and a warm, euphoric wave spreads throughout your core. Frank pulls out and hot, white ropes coat your lower belly. His own face pressed into your neck. A shiver of pleasure runs through his spine.

You catch your breath in his hold. Gripping his arm and the back of his neck. Trying to pull him back for one last kiss.

He obliges, pressing his lips to yours and leaning back, forcing you to follow and sit up with him.

“Sorry, I- you can shower. I’ll go get it started.” He days between kisses. But you shake your head.

“It’s fine.”

“No I shouldn’t of-”

“I liked it.”

He nods. Eyes closing and melting back into your kiss. Hands still refusing to leave your body. Feeling and memorizing every soft curve of your waist. Your hips. Your ribs and the dip in your spine.

“Can I stay? Can we- can you-“ you take a deep breath, “will tou take me to your bed, Frank. Please?” You ask and he feels his cock twitch. Fuck. He can’t say no. He doesn’t want to say no. He wants to fuck you in his bed until the sun rises. He wants to tell you to stay every damn night for the rest of your life. To move on in and give him a damn kid. He knew he was hooked from the first kiss. Screwed really. There’s nothing he can do except see it through. Ride it out and let the universe do the rest.

Before you know it your legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s carrying you through the apartment, lips on his the whole way to the room. His foot must have tapped your empty bottle, knocking it over to roll along the floor, clinking against the linoleum.

Distracted by eachother, you don’t seem to notice, and he doesn’t seem to care.

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[grippingbeskar]

ruined | frank castle

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 5.6k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (fingering, oral m receiving, blood kink kinda, mxf intercourse, kinda dom frank/ edging? hes a sweetie in my eyes so even when hes rough hes nice) canon typical violence, mentions of death, graphic description of blood and injuries, general gross shit

a/n: this is a lil darker than I usually go so idk how good it is but i could not control myself,  IDK BYE

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Another sniper shot whizzes past your head and you hear the crack of a skull as it finds its target. You see the victim fall to his knees, blood pouring from the bullet hole where his eye used to be.

Fucking Frank.

He’d been on your trail for weeks now, interrupting your little revenge stunt, and he was impossible to shake. Of the four meetings you have had with The Punisher, he had won two, and you had won two.

When you say won, it wasn’t really a victory, both of you bloody and barley breathing in the aftermath, but one of you always ends up on top. You dont know why he didn’t kill you last time, he was all threats and close shots, but as soon as he held you down, forcing you to stare down the barrel of his pistol, he didn’t take the shot.

You think its probably the same reason you didn’t tear his throat out after he ruined your entire mission, blowing up the factory you were meant to break into, destroying all the information you were so desperate for. You couldn’t help the little burn in your stomach when he held you down, and even though you spat at him, and he swung his fists and hurled insults at you, neither of you made a move to end it.

Right now, though, you think you could fucking kill him.

Shoving the dead weight of another corpse off your legs, you roll to cover, loading up your pistol and firing a couple of warning shots. You would not miss this chance again, not when the man you were after was so close. You hear a door open downstairs, and you take a quick look over your shoulder, not seeing the tiny reflector of Franks sniper. He’s moving, which meant you were already behind.

Cursing, you smash through the exit door on the roof, taking the stairs three at a time. Four guys wearing matching red jackets burst through a door below you, and the gear is practically a target on their backs.

That jacket was your red herring, and you dont even blink before firing, three of the four going down before they even see you. Dropping down a floor and landing on the railing of the stair well, you swing your legs and wrap them around the last guy and use your entire body weight to yank him to the side. You feel the crack of his neck under your thighs, jumping off him and continuing down the stairs, and when see his lifeless body drop down the stairwell, your eyes follow it and you spot him.

Franks crew cut is unmistakable to you now, you almost recognise him faster than your own reflection. He smashes a guys face into the railing and you see the splash of blood on the wall. You stop at the set of stairs above him, a wicked look across your face. He drops the head of the now dead man he was beating on, and finds your gaze.

“We gotta stop meetin’ like this.” He growls at you and you launch, hearing the click of a gun but its too late, your already on him. Using the momentum of your jump, you smash your knee into his chest, finding the bullet proof vest with the white skull painted on the front covers more of the blow than you would like. It doesn’t even give him pause and he swings, a giant fist colliding with the side of your head.

If you hadn’t brought your arm up to block it you knew he would have knocked you out cold, and you can hear the shuffle of feet on the floors below you. Pushing away from Frank you jump down the stairwell, landing and taking off after the man you were here for. You can see the briefcase swinging in his hand as he darts across the street and into the building Frank was sniping from. You raise the pistol and fire at the guys ankles hoping to knock him down, only to hear the click of a blank, and you might as well of aimed it at your fucking head.

You hated guns, and this was why - unreliable. You throw it on the ground and sprint, sliding across the incoming car. You can hear the beat of helicopter blades and you know you dont have long before he gets in it, and whisks away your only chance at ending them. 

You race up the fire escape, and you are about to take on the last flight of stairs when a bullet scrapes past you. You swear you could feel the kiss of cold metal from its casing it was that close, and you dont have to look to know who could place a bullet like that. Frank wanted this guy dead, but you needed him. He was the only one with information on your brothers death, and you would be damned if some giant hulking idiot shot you before you got to it.

You can hear him coming up behind you when you reach the roof top, the wind from the incoming helicopter buzzing around you. You see the man with the brief case, his eyes widening when he sees you. Its only when his eyes flick behind you and he screams that you realise whats about to happen. 

You have about two seconds to decide. You either let Frank shoot this guy and hope you can reach him fast enough to force him to tell you what you need to know, but you know Frank doesn’t miss - unless he’s shooting at you.

Your other option is frustrating, and makes you burn with anger, but you know its the only one. You have to keep this mother fucker alive, and even if it means he escapes this time, you’ll have to rely on your shitty tracking skills to find him. 

Seething, you turn and kick Frank right in the balls. Its a cheap shot and shows nothing of your expert training, but the slightly pained grunt that comes out of him works well enough. As soon as you turn you see the briefcase disappearing into the night sky, your entire plan for the next few weeks going with it.

Frank still stands behind you, and he’s off guard. You smash your elbow into the side of his head and grab him by the black and white vest, slamming him into the wall, his head colliding with the brick. He spits out blood when the wind gets knocked out of him, and its not enough, not nearly enough after what he just cost you.

This night took you weeks to figure out, hours and hours of tracking schedules, watching shift changes, and here he comes with a sniper and a few years of playing soldier and fucks it up. You punch him again in the gut, and you tell him so.

“You know what you just fucking cost me?!” Your right fist smashes into his cheek bone. “Do you know how long this took me?!” You swing again, but he dodges and your fist collides with the brick. Your bones shatter and you cry out, Frank sweeping his leg under you, letting your body hit the concrete.

In an instant he’s on top of you, and your arms swing at him. You dont care how much it hurts, how the throbbing of your shattered hand shoots up your arm, so painful you nearly pass out, but you keep swinging, anger blinding you and charging your movements. 

“You tryna’ save that piece of shit? Huh?” He goes to punch you in the face but you dodge, and his thighs tighten around your waist, limiting your movement.

“I need his fucking briefcase and the codes for it, which I cant get if I let you shoot his brains out!” You are screaming but no one can hear it but you and Frank, and your just so damn angry at him. The knife in the side of your shoe is sliding closer and closer to your shattered hand, and you can only hope you have enough strength left in it to grab ahold of it. You try to shimmy it out of your combat boots but Franks body holds you in place, only allowing about an inch of movement every breath.

“You are full of shit.” You swallow hard, and he picks you up by the front of your jacket and slams you back down, a strangled breath leaving you. It hurts like hell and your brain starts to fuzz, the gritty concrete digging into the cuts and bruises on your back. Blood from Franks mouth drips on to your forehead as he snarls down at you, holding you tightly to the ground.

“Fu-fuck you, Frank.” Is all you can get out. You cant hear the helicopter anymore, and you know its going to take you so long to find them again. They are travelling by air, and you dont even have a car. They could have travelled miles by now, and the exhaustion paired with the beating Frank was dishing out is starting to catch up. Fuelled by desperation and a little bit of fear about the way he was staring down at you, you make one final move for the tiny knife, feeling the blade slip into your hand. You grit your teeth and wrap your broken hand around it and you shove it into Franks ribcage.

He grunts, and one of his hands instantly reacts by grabbing your throat. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches to his side and rips the knife out, you thrashing underneath his hold. He brings it up in front of both your faces to inspect it. Theres only a little blood on it, his vest stopping it from doing any real damage, but you can tell it hurts, and you smile at him, blood staining your teeth.

“You think you’re gonna kill me with this, sweetheart?” You just keep thrashing under him, the tight hand around your throat only allowing you enough air to suck in shallow breaths. “S’cute.”

Your eyes widen and for some reason the words he uses sends fear and heat swirling in your stomach. Maybe its the lack of oxygen to your brain, but the way he looks at you - his anger is obvious, but theres a little hint of something else, and it sends painful shivers down your spine. You swallow against his hand and you feel his fingers shift around your throat allowing you the space.

“You ruined this. This is your fault.” You manage with the tiny space he’s allowed you, and he drops the blade next to your ear, the clattering of the metal against concrete piercing your ears. Only when the blade comes to a rest next to your face do you feel how hard Frank is breathing, blood seeping through his shirt and dripping down the arm that holds your throat, the small droplets sliding down your skin and mixing with your own.

You are both a complete fucking mess, Frank bleeding out of multiple holes in his chest, you with a shattered arm and piercing pain with every breath. Blood and sweat mix on your face and you dont know how much is yours, but the cool breeze lets you know theres a lot of it. 

“I ain’t ruin shit. You saved him.” he growls between breaths and you struggle under him, not admitting to yourself that you do so with less enthusiasm each time.

“I need him alive. Once I get the-” you gurgle a breath and Frank drops your head to the side, allowing you to cough up the blood pooling in your mouth and spit it out before bringing you back to him. “- the codes. I dont give a fuck what you do to him after that.” His face doesn’t change but his stare is just so intense that you break eye contact, staring at the stars that twinkle in the dead black sky, framing his giant figure above you.

“Thats what all this shit is about? Some damn computer codes?” He shakes his head and looks off to the right.

“They aren’t just some fucking computer codes. They killed my brother, and those codes are gonna lead me straight to the guy who gave the order.” His eyes snap to you, surprised. “So when you try to kill my chances, I’m going to try and save them.”

“By kicking me in the balls?”

“You fucking deserved it.” You growl, all that anger flooding back. 

He shuffles on top of you, and you feel something big and hard rock against you. It has to be a gun, a hidden rifle that he’s going to pull out and finally kill you with. You look down the centre of your bodies, seeing his giant legs on either side of you, the hold of his hand on your neck preventing you from seeing anything further. Your brain is throbbing in your skull and every part of your body is straining, the fear of your impending death seizing every muscle. 

He follows your gaze, and you see his eyes catch on your chest, then the small part of skin exposed where your shirt has come up. It goes past where you can see, and when his eyes find yours again, he smiles a sick grin.

“What you lookin’ for?” He shifts against you again, and you still your movements. Its not a gun you feel, and at this angle theres no denying what it is that is pressed against your thigh. His grip is a little less aggressive and you realise what he’s doing.

His thighs no longer box you in, his hand so loose you could easily switch your positions. He knows how good you are, and even with your hand bleeding and bruised you could take him out with these kind of vulnerabilities exposed. He is bleeding out of his side, all it would take is a hit with your good hand and he would be on the ground. You could even kill him, take the blade next to your head and jam it into his throat.

All of these thoughts buzz in your head, and yet you dont move. Not even a twitch, a spasm of your muscles, you stay deadly still because you dont want to give the illusion that you dont want this.

Want him.

You have no idea whats coming over you, you should hate him. You do. You do hate him, with a burning passion, and its exactly the reason that when he shifts on top of you again, you let out the smallest whisper of a moan, and he laughs.

Blood covers his face and hands, cuts and bruises panting his face a multitude of colours you can only see under the reflection of the moonlight. Even with all the shit smothered across him, he was so fucking sexy. His thumb comes off your throat and brushes the blood and spit off your lower lip, keeping it there and sliding it into your mouth, pressing the metallic taste to your tongue. Your lips wrap around his thumb, tasting yourself and a hint of dirt and salt as you suck him into your mouth.

“This what you were after, sweetheart?” His thumb comes out of your mouth slowly, dragging a wet line down your chin and throat. You just look up at him, sucking in a few deep breaths, trying to get your head on straight so you can absorb this moment for as long as possible. 

He grinds against you, and theres no mistaking he wants this as bad as you do right now, his erection against your heat making you release a strangled moan, and he must feel how wet you are because he laughs at you again.

“Fucking dirty. You this wet after I beat the crap out of you?” He repeats the movement and it feels unbelievably good. It shouldn't feel like this, your body is still reeling from the pain and you both have so many layers between you, but the friction his hips create make you shudder in pleasure, and you have to blink a few times to focus on his words.

“Maybe it turns me on to punch you in the face. Looks like I got a couple good ones i-in.” Your throat is scratchy and his hand is still cutting off your air, loose enough for you to breath easy but the pressure in the tips of his fingers making you deliciously high off of him.

“That right? That what gets you goin’?” You nod a little and he smiles, head hovering directly above yours. “I’ll let you kick the shit out of me if it means I get to fuck you like this.” He moves again, and the mere idea of feeling him closer than this makes you moan again, the sound a stuttered yelp. He moves his head down, you can feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek. One of his hands grabs your hips, and the one on your throat finally releases and you gasp in a breath, the oxygen filling your lungs feels so good you sigh into him. 

“Need to hear you say somethin’, anything.” His lips ghost your cheekbone, whispering in your ear before dragging them up to your forehead, where he kisses you, so soft you dont even know if he meant to do it.

“You fucking... I dont...” You cant think, no words come to your brain as his head floats so close to yours, but as soon as the stumbled negative comes out of your mouth, Frank pulls off you, pushing himself up with his arms and shuffling back, leaning on the wall. You are confused for a second, wondering if this is part of his game, but then you figure it out.

He thought you were going to say you dont want him. He heard the word ‘dont’ and that was it. You immediately miss the warmth of him, of his body on top of you, of his hardness against your core. If this was anyone else you would ask him to keep going, beg him to kiss you, touch you, be close to you. But this was Frank, and you honestly dont know how to get him to come back to you.

You stand, still a little dizzy from exhaustion, but its when Frank looks up at you, eyes glazed over with lust and a little fear, fear that you would walk off this rooftop, fear that you didn’t need this as badly as he did. Those stupid fucking eyes that made your knees buckle as you stood over him, straddle him and kiss him; hard.

His hands find you, pulling at clothes and skin and anything they can find, and your kiss is dirty and desperate. His bottom lip is busted and you can taste his blood in your mouth, so when you take it between your teeth and pull, he groans in pain and pleasure. His hand grabs your face, and the cut on your cheek pulls a little under his grip.

“You think you’re gonna be in control? Trying to fuckin’ hurt me, huh?” Your eyes widen as the hand not grabbing your face grabs your waist, pulling you right on him. “I know what you want, but you gotta treat me nice and sweet if I’m gonna give it to ya.”

“Fuck you.” You seethe under his hand and he just smiles, kissing your mouth slow, so slow that you cant think of anything but him. You feel his other hand slip into your underpants and immediately start touching you, you dont even have to say anything, he knows exactly what you want and where you want it.

“We gotta do something about that mouth.” He grumbles against your neck, his soft kisses a mind numbing contrast to the way he fucks you with his hand, and you can already feel the coil in your stomach wind up.

“You like that?” He whispers in your ear, heat sizzling down your neck

“Fuck. Y-Yes shit I-” He just ‘hmm’s and brings his mouth back to your lips, feeling his tongue slip against yours, surrendering to him as soon as he puts up the slightest bit of resistance. You cant help it, he’s making you feel so fucking good and warm, and when his fingers speed up, hitting that exact spot inside of you, your mouth falls open against him and you moan his name.

“Sound so pretty sayin’ my name like that. Could get used to it.” He catches your eyes seconds before they flutter closed, your release building, so consuming that you feel it in your throat, small gasps the only way you can get any air in. 

“Frank I’m gonna-”

“You close? Already?” He teases you and you can imagine the smile on his face, which is why your air flow nearly cuts out when his hand rips away and your hips buck against him, your moans turn to whimpers as he keeps kissing your neck.

“Ask me nicely.” You can feel the smirk on his face against your skin and you scoff between shudders of your close call. 

“Dont tease me.” You move your hips, hoping to create your own friction but he pulls his lips off you and both his hands come to your hips.

“Ask. Me. Nicely.” You shake your head. No way are you letting his ass have this, your shivering jaw betraying your defiant stance. He just sighs, and your head falls back when his hand finds you again, that same brutal pace pulling out strangled sounds that crash into the wall behind him.

You can feel the sparks flying off you as your orgasm builds again, and you moan his name into the silence of the rooftop. You’ve never felt this desperate, this hot and heavy and fucking close, so when he rips his hand away again, its hard not to let go of a sob.

“Frank! Fucking mean...” You whimper into the crook of his neck and he turns to kiss the side of your head.

“Say please.” His breath is hot in your ear, and his bullet proof vest is still wet with seeping blood, but it somehow only makes you more desperate. Your shaking and his hands, big and soothing, run traces up your thighs trying to calm you down.

Only it has the opposite effect, and just makes you want him more, more.

More.

Maybe you can say it once.

Just this one time and he will give you what you want. You can get him back later.

“Frank.” He lifts your head with one finger and looks at you, expecting. “P-Please. Let me come.” He kisses you again, and you notice how soft his lips are against your own as he dives his hand back into you, that beautifully fast pace making you cry out.

“Good fuckin’ girl. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” Your mind is spinning and your entire body feels electric as his fingers curl up into you, that familiar burn overriding your senses.

“Sh-sh-shut up.” He just laughs, your forehead resting against his and you keep your eyes shut to avoid the embarrasment.

“You don’t mean that.” You make a sound, enough to get him to keep talking because he’s right. “Nah, I think you like it when I talk. I like it when you talk.”

You can feel the slow, torturous circles his thumb drags around your centre, and you let your teeth drag over his shoulder. 

“Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“So good, Frankie. So g-Oh!” His thumb starts tracing faster circles on your clit, your hips stuttering to meet them. He mumbles, and you only know he says something because you feel it vibrating against your skin, but your cries of his name are too loud.

“Thats it, baby. Goddamn beautiful.” He’s kissing every inch of skin that is open to him and he goes as fast as he can trying to keep up with the movement of your hips, but the small space in your jeans doesn't allow him a lot of room. You dont care, your head drops and your eyes roll into the back of your head. If he stops you think you might actually start crying, so you say the one thing that will secure your release, your desperation overriding your pride.

“Please! Please, dont stop! Dont stop.” The legs that were holding you up no longer feel attached to your body and Frank holds you up effortlessly.

“Too damn perfect. Cant stay mad at you. You can have this one, bein’ so good. You gonna give it to me?” You nod vigorously and for a moment your whole body locks up, and then the wave crashes and slams into you, your chest falling into Frank as you collapse into your orgasm. 

Frank never stops moving inside of you as you crash and fall and crash again, your core exploding under his touch. You can feel your slick coating his hand as he pulls out of you when you start to come back to your own mind, and he stares at the evidence of your orgasm on his hand before locking eyes with you and cleaning himself off with his own mouth.

Your eyes cant quite fathom the sight, of Frank, the same Frank who was shooting at you just an hour earlier, the Frank you hate with everything you have and also makes you hotter than anyone you’ve ever met, watching that man taste you on his fingers, and hearing a little satisfied moan come from his mouth as he finally pulls them out.

“Taste as sweet as I thought.” Those words are your final straw, and you shimmy off him, just enough so you can start to undo his pants. Not thinking and body still elated from your intense orgasm, you go to use both hands to undo the belt, and instantly you suck in a breath through your teeth, the pain searing hot, and not in a good way.

Frank stops you, taking your injured arm in his hand gently, and he examines it, making sure not to touch you too hard.

“Broken. Gotta set these right after.” He runs a feather light finger over your knuckles, and you wince at the thought. “Wont hurt too much. I’ll distract you.” Your gaze meets his and he smiles, kissing the tips of your fingers. Your other hand goes back to his pants and he holds you there. “You dont gotta..-”

“Dont think you can last long enough, Frankie?” You turn the tension back on, the emotional vulnerability scaring you straight a little. Hate fucking you can do, but facing the fact that this man elicits such a strong feeling in you that it might be more than pure hatred, that was not a conversation for right now.

“What happened to my good girl, hey? Fix that fuckin’ mouth of yours.” He undoes his pants for you and your uninjured hand palms him through his boxers and he groans. You cant take it anymore, and you pull him out, the pre cum beading on the tip of his cock. Your thumb runs over the tip, and you bring your face down, spitting on his length and stroking him up and down, the grip you have on him a little tighter than normal.

He seems to like it a little rougher, his hips bucking up to meet your slow strokes and his eyes close, face screwing up and little groans tear from his throat. Its the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, and knowing that you are the cause makes you take him into your mouth, Frank strangling out your name as he hits the back of your throat.

“P-Put that dirty fucking mouth to good use.” His hand finds your hair and he pulls, tangling a strong fist into the knotted strands. “So good like this.”

He mumbles under his breath and the praise makes you wetter than ever. You forget anything but how he tastes, how he feels inside you and you moan around him. Your broken hand moves to take more of him in your grasp, but Frank gently nudges it away, the small sting reminding you that the adrenaline is numbing your pain. He just tastes so good you cant even breathe, and you bob up and down faster.

You swirl your tongue around his head, giving yourself a second to admire how ruined he looks at the feeling of your mouth around him. His hand is still in your hair and you take him as far as you can, gagging on him and creating the most vulgar sounds.

Frank moans out your name, repeating it into the night, and you feel him start to tense. You keep him in your mouth, wanting every drop of his cum inside of you but he pulls you off by your hair, saliva running down your chin as he lays you down on the concrete, yanking your pants down as he crawls on top of you.

“Hows my girl feelin’? Feelin nicer?” You nod, your previous bravado slowly dwindling as he runs the head of his cock through your folds. “You looked so good with your mouth full of my cock. How it should be.” He still doesn’t slide into you, and you have a feeling he’s gonna draw this out, and the thought makes your body shake with need.

“What do you want, Frank?” He comes down to kiss you, the blood on both of your faces beginning to dry out under the wind.

“You know, dont you?” You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. You know, but he ‘tsks’ as you and peppers sweet kisses on your forehead and nose. “Yes, you do baby. Ask me for it.”

“What... What makes you so sure I want that?” He laughs against you, vibrating your very bones with his breath.

“The way you were taking my cock down your throat; I know you want this just as bad as I do, pretty girl.” Your mouth hangs open and your cheeks flush despite the cold. “Still want to hear you say.”

His eyes are on you, and you dont know if its the jolts of pleasure every time he runs the tip of his cock over your clit, or the warm fuzzy feeling that spreads all over when he tilts his head at you, but you cave anyways.

“Please fuck me, Frank. Please, please, pl-” He grinds into you, you feel yourself clenching around him, muscles flexing and you shimmy your hips trying to take more of him in. Both of you moan in unison, and he comes all the way back out of you and slides back in again recreating that perfect moment over and over, the feeling multiplying every time. 

He sets a slow pace, but what it lacks in speed he makes up for in brutality, slamming into you and reaching parts you didn’t know could feel so good. As he fucks you, you cant keep your eyes open, and you only feel the movement of his cock inside you, and one hand sliding to your hip, the other cupping your face. His thumb strokes along your cheek bone and you feel every groan and sigh he makes against your closed eyes.

“God you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.” You are lost in the feeling of him, his words the only sounds clear enough to break you. 

“Please, please, please...” you babble to him desperately. You are willing to throw your ego and self worth aside if he keeps fucking you like this, hard and heavy, the pains in your body completely gone and replaced only by how good he’s making you feel.

“There you go. Good girl.” He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, and guides your good hand down to your clit, showing you how he wants you to touch yourself as he fucks you. “If I knew this was how good you were gonna be, would of fucked you straight a long time ago.” 

All you can do is whimper and cry out his name, and he swallows every single noise you make, meeting them with his own. You didn’t know Frank could make sounds like he is now, he sounds strangled and as desperate as you and it makes it ten times hotter, knowing he is as invested as you.

“Frank, can I- please I need to-” 

“S-shit baby. So good for asking.” He plants a kiss on the tip of your nose. You dont want to think about what you must look like, eyes crossed and head moving only in response to Franks thrusts, but your back arches as he gives you permission, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge.

“M’gonna cum with you. Feel so perfect.” You can feel him twitching inside of you, and your hand works faster at your clit.

“Fuck yes, fill me up, Frankie. Please. I wanna feel it.” The string of words doesn’t even sound like you, but when Frank comes as soon as you finish speaking, you are right there with him, the feeling of him finishing inside of you sending you over.

It feels too good. Too fucking good to be real. Your head feels light and everything is burning hot, Franks stuttered thrusts and how he moans your name as he finishes etched into your mind forever, and you force your eyes open just to see how beautiful he looks.

He slumps on top of you, careful not to land on your broken hand, and you both stay deadly still for a while, neither of you wanting to leave this moment. You know when you do you will have to face your actions, and the feelings it may or may not have stirred in you. He felt fucking amazing, of course, but you look down at him now, face all fucked up and bloody, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath, and you cant stop your hand from running through his hair, admiration for the asshole laying on your chest warming you up in the cold.

His eyes flutter open to your touch and he nuzzles into your hand, both of his arms pulling you upright on his lap as he sits up and leans against the wall. As you come down from your highs, you both start to move uncomfortably, the pain of still fresh wounds catching up to the both of you. You lean your forehead on his, and his arms wrap you closer.

“My fucking hand hurts.” You mumble, looking at the inflamed skin already a bright purple colour. He places a quick kiss on your lips.

“Gotta set it, or it’ll heal all messed up.” You nod, happy to talk trivial shit and avoid the very real conversation you both have to have.

“Hows your ribs?” You run your fingers over the small puncture wound, still bleeding through his vest.

“S’fine. Tiny knife.” You laugh and he looks up at you, and you watch the small smile he grows light up his eyes. “Come home with me. Let me fix you up.” You just nod, too exhausted to tell him how very badly you want that.

“I still hate you.” He huffs and you giggle as he picks you up, carrying you bridal style down the stairs of the building and out the door. He puts you down, but keeps a tight arm around your waist, both of you using the other to stay upright.

“So, how hards it gonna be for us to find Briefcase after tonight?” Frank talks as you pass under a street light, and you look up at him, confused. 

“Us?”

“Yeah. I’ll come for him eventually, but you can get your fuckin’ codes or whatever.” You cant hide the grin stretching across your face.

“Are you suggesting we team up? Fightin’ bad guys?” He huffs again, and you have to laugh at his grumpiness.

“Somethin’ like that. Whaddya’ say?”

“I dont know, Frank. Something tells me you dont play well with others.” A teasing smirk meets his face and he raises an eyebrow.

“Guess I’ll have to show you how well I can play.” He whispers in your ear, and the fuzzy feeling from before spreads across your face. He keeps a tight grip on you as you walk down the dark street, the pain in your hand subsiding as he holds you tighter.

You dont know how this will go, and you are sure there will be a thousand more nights like tonight if you decide to team up, but even the idea of spending another minute pretending you hate him, well that hurts way more than a broken hand. 

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Not now- Frank

summary; part 2 of Not Today; you haven’t talked to Frank in a few days after your fight. It has been very weird and awkward around the house, you had no where to go and either does Frank, so you were stuck. He’s been trying to get you to talk to him but you won’t, until one day when you need his help.

warnings; fluffy fluff, blood(reader cuts her finger while cooking.), make-out session. 

It’s been a while since you talked to Frank, ignoring him was the best thing right now. You were still upset with him fighting with you over something so innocent as talking to an old friend. He apologized to you over and over again, wishing you would just speak to him, but you ignored him or say, not now Frank.

You just wanted to be by yourself for a while, collect your thoughts and just be alone. You felt bad ignoring him and not talking to him but he deserves it after the way he treated you. You were upset and missed his touch and his kisses and his voice. While he was at work, you decided that today you were finally going to talk to him, finally get him to touch you again. You figured you would make him dinner and talk about your feelings while in a comfortable position.

Frank walked into the house after work, he could smell your cooking from the driveway. He took his shoes off at the door hanging up his jacket on the coat rack. He walked to the kitchen and saw you by the stove; your hair was tied up in a messy bun, biker shorts and a crop top with an apron wrapped around your waist. You had two pots on the stove cooking whatever it was you were making with something in the oven. Frank stood by the doorway for the kitchen and watched you cook. You had on a speaker playing soft music, you picked up your glass of wine that was by the stove and took a sip from it as you watched the water boil. Frank cleared his throat, causing you to jump and turn around looking at him, “When’s dinner?”

You blushed deeply and turned back around to stir the pot. You looked at the time and saw it was 5:17pm, “Uhm, dinner is at 6.” you said softly.

“Hmm? What was that?” he frowned a little not hearing you.

“Dinner is at 6.” you said a little louder then turned your head to look at him, “We are having pasta and meatballs.”

He nodded, “Okay, im gonna go shower.” he walked up the stairs and he sighed to himself. He was happy you said more than two words to him, finally. He wanted to find out why you were making dinner for the both of you, you never did that, only when something was going on, or you wanted something from him. Maybe you were finally going to break up with him and say you are leaving him and doing it over dinner. So many thoughts ran through his mind as he stepped into the shower, hoping that you weren’t about to break up with him over pasta and meatballs.

After his shower he got dressed in grey sweats and a white t-shirt. He looked at the clock saying, 5:45pm, he hummed walking down the stairs and to the kitchen. You were still cooking dinner, humming to the song playing. He walked up behind you and reached in the cabinet grabbing two plates. “I’ll set the table.” You turned to him and nodded stirring the pasta.

You turned to the island and grabbed an onion, “You want onions in your sauce?” you looked at him as he was grabbing silverware.

“Uhm, yeah that’s fine.” he walked to the dining room and set the table. You grabbed a knife from the draw and started to cut the onion. You went to cut more of it when your hand slipped and you cut the tip of your finger.

“Ow fuck!” your hand started to shake and you quickly grabbed a paper towel and wrapped your finger in it. “Frank! Frank!” blood started to seep through the paper towel, “Frank!!” you yelled as he walked into the room.

“What?! Why are you screaming?!” he looked at your panicked face then down at your hand covered in blood, “Shit!” he walked quickly over to you and grabbed your wrist, “What happened?” He grabbed another paper towel replacing the other one.

“I-I was cutting the on-onion and my hand slipped and I-I cut my finger.” you cried in pain resting your head on his shoulder, “Help me Frank please! It hurts!” 

“Alright, alright,” he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “Let me just see how bad it is, in case we gotta go to the hospital or if I can just stitch you up here.” he opens up the towel as you hide your face in his neck wincing. He looks at your finger as it was cut open, but not so badly. “Alright its okay baby,” he puts the towel on it again, “Lets go to the bathroom, I’ll clean it and put a bandage on it, you'll be fine babe.” he walks with you to the bathroom and sits you down on the toilet. You hold your wrist and whine as he walks away from you to grab the first aid kit, “Its okay baby, I’m right here.” he walks back to you and takes the towel off and starts cleaning up your finger and then he wraps a bandage around it with tape to keep it secure. 

“Is it that bad?” you whimper looking at him.

“No. You nicked it. Only reason there was so much blood is because you were drinking. Alcohol can increase your blood flow and cause more blood to come out when you cut yourself. Its the smallest cut baby, you'll be fine.” he kisses your head then your finger and you nod up at him.

“Sorry about dinner.” you sniffled.

“What? No baby its okay, you didnt do anything wrong. We dont have to have the onions baby. Come on lets go eat.” he helps you up and you quickly hug him tightly not letting go. He looks down at you then wraps his arms around you hugging you back. You take in a breath smelling his cologne, warm and woody, you let out a shaky breath. He looked down at you as he felt his shirt getting wet, you had your eyes shut, tearing running down your face. He tightened his grip around you pulling you in closer, if that was possible. 

“I miss you...” you said softly against his chest.

“I miss you too.” he kisses the top of your head hiding his face in your hair. 

After dinner, you both were snuggled up on the couch, Frank was laying on his back, with you between his legs, laying with your chest on his. You had a big fuzzy blanket on top of you both while watching Wedding Crashers, Frank’s favorite movie. You started to get bored of the movie and you started tracing meaningless letters on his chest. He rubbed your back pulling you into him more as you tilted your head up kissing his jaw to his cheek. He shifted himself a little, you moved up so you were straddling his waist as you sat up on his lap. He had one hand behind his head, he looked over at you and smiled a little, “You alright?” he rubbed your thigh as you stared back at him.

“I love you Frank, I really do.” you put your hands on his chest looking down at him rubbing his chest.

“I love you too pumpkin.” 

“I-I...” you sniffled now avoiding eye contact tracing circles on his chest, “I want to apologize for what I said that day. I was just very upset and I never want to feel that way again Frank. I never want to say those things to you again,” Frank rubbed your sides, now sitting up to be eye level with you on his lap, “I made you dinner to make up for the times I ignored you, how I treated you these past couple of days. You didnt deserve it, I-I...” Frank shushed you before you continued on. He puts his hand on your cheek moving your head towards him, making eye contact with you. You had tears in your eyes, some running down your cheeks, “F-Frank...” 

“Shhh, please dont apologize.” he whispered against your lips, his eyes closing as he rests his forehead against yours, “Please, dont apologize y/n. I love you so much. I-I...I am going to stop drinking, stop smoking, everything. I just wanna be with you, holding you, loving you. I have not treated you fairly since we first met but I want to change. I can't stand the fact of you not being in my arms or being around me, talking to me. You deserve so much better than me, but I wanna work this out with you, I wanna be with you. If you'd let me, I wanna be with you and I will change.” he opens his eyes when he feels your hands on his cheeks..

“I wanna be with you too. I love you.” you leaned in kissing him softly, bringing him closer to your body. He wrapped his arms around your waist, placing both of his hands on your back. Your lips moved slowly against his, hands going into his hair and tugging a little. He slides his tongue against your bottom lip, letting out a small gasp you open your mouth for him to slid his tongue in. His tongue running smoothly against yours, he lays back down on the couch with you on top of him. When you started to feel your lungs burn, you pulled away looking drunk on lust. Both staring into each others eyes, lips swollen and red. 

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you Frank.” 

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tags: @airedale17 @madehellline @cjand10 @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer @evanstanwhore @thirsttrapkingvinnie

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian x y/n #sebastian x reader #sebastian stan x fluff #frank endings beginnings #frank #frank x y/n #frank x you #frank x reader #frank au

[xcaptain-winterx]

Frank Masterlist

One Shots / Drabbles

• coming soon

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Woe, Nutcracker AU art be upon ye (✧ω✧)

#welcome home #welcome home au #nutcracker au #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #frank frankly #howdy pillar #sally starlet #welcome home wally #welcome home barnaby #welcome home frank #welcome home howdy #welcome home sally #welcome home y/n #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x reader #welcome home fanart #wally darling fanart #barnaby beagle fanart #howdy pillar fanart #welcome home puppet show #my art

[chvoswxtch]

teach me

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: you want frank to teach you self defense, but it doesn't quite go the way you expected.

warnings: swearing, some angst, mentions of guns, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 8.3k

a/n: what better way to end this year and start the new one than with our favorite hot bodyguard. don't ask me how many times I watched that scene with him and amy. it was for science. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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“You’re being a dick.”

“Hey, you said you wanted to learn.”

“You’re still being a dick.”

“Yeah yeah, you ain’t gettin’ no sympathy from me, sweetheart. Now c’mon, try again.”

It was a good thing the cabin was isolated in the middle of the woods, because if anyone had been looking in the living room window at that very moment, they would’ve definitely called the police in horror. Frank had a gun in his right hand that was trained on you, and while he wore a neutral expression on his face, your brows were furrowed in pure annoyance and there was a faint scowl on your lips.

Letting out a huff of irritation, you kept your eyes focused on the gun in Frank’s hand, getting back into somewhat of a fighting stance again. Clenching your hands open and closed a few times, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip before you suddenly rushed forward in an endeavor to take the gun out of his hand. 

But just like he had done the past seven times you tried this, Frank easily managed to block your attempt. He grabbed your wrist in his free hand and spun you around swiftly, pulling you back firmly against his chest while a deep chuckle sounded right next to your ear.

“That was real cute.”

Letting go of you, Frank took a step back and lightly pressed at the back of your knee with the heel of his boot, sending you down to your knees below him. He decided to take it a step further and used the toe of his boot to gently shove at your ass, causing your hands to fly out to catch yourself, rendering you on all fours in front of him. Turning to narrow your eyes at him over your shoulder, the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth let you know that was very intentional.

“You know, if you wanted me on my knees, all you had to do was ask.”

“That right?”

Grumbling a string of curses under your breath, you pushed yourself back up onto your feet and turned around to shoot a death glare in Frank’s direction. His plush lips instantly parted into a crooked grin while he looked at you, cocking his head to the side slightly while his eyes twinkled in amusement.

“Aw, what’s wrong baby, hm?”

“I already told you, you’re being a dick. You’re supposed to be teaching me-”

“Then why don’t you quit actin’ like you know everythin’ and start askin’ questions, yeah?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know what questions to ask? I asked you to teach me. Teach me means tell me what to do.”

“And when have you ever done what I told ya to?”

As you opened your mouth to protest, Frank arched one of his thick brows and shot you a pointed look, and your rebuttal quickly died on your tongue. You did have a history of ignoring his instructions completely and doing whatever you wanted anyway. With that in mind, you let out a deep exhale through your nose and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Okay, that’s…fair. But this is completely out of my area of expertise. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never even held a gun until four days ago. And for the record, when it comes to something serious, I do listen to you. This is serious, and I’m listening.”

Originally when you asked Frank to teach you self defense with a gun, he was completely against it. He made the argument that with him around, you wouldn’t have to worry about that, to which you reminded him of the incident where two people tried to kill you in your own home where you had nothing to protect yourself with and no knowledge of how to in the first place. 

The two of you went back and forth about it for at least an hour. He made the case that it was a one time incident that would never happen again, and argued that nothing was ever going to happen to you in the first place anyway because he showed up to take care of it. You argued back that Frank wouldn’t be by your side twenty-four seven anymore and would eventually be assigned to someone else, possibly taking him far away for extended periods of time.

In the end, you wore him down like you usually did until he gave in and you got your way.

Frank took in the impatient and stubborn expression covering your features, the one he had become all too familiar with and grown to adore. You were a force to be reckoned with when you wanted something, just as much as he was. Even though he didn’t want you to ever have a reason to use a gun, he would rather know you were safe and could handle yourself in his absence if it came down to it. 

“Alright, alright. Wipe that pout off your face and c’mere.”

Doing your best to conceal your tiny smile of victory, you went to stand in front of Frank, but he held his large hand out to stop you and motioned for you to move back a little.

“Keep your distance, okay? You don’t wanna be too close. Now, step one.”

Frank reached out to grab your wrist and brought your hand up towards the barrel of the gun, placing his large hand on top of your own and squeezing gently to signal for you to grab onto it. Once he felt your tight grip on the barrel, he slid his hand over to grab onto your forearm and pushed against it, which caused the gun in his right hand to shift directions. It was no longer aimed at you, but pointed at the wall to your left.

“You wanna take the gun offline, yeah? Look.”

Glancing up at him briefly, you nodded to show him that you were paying attention. When he pulled your arm back in the position it was before, aiming the gun at you once again, you quickly redirected your focus back to his large hands. To reiterate what he was trying to explain to you, Frank repeated his demonstration two more times to make sure you understood.

“Offline, right? Offline, right? And push hard, as hard as you can.”

While Frank’s eyes were locked on you as he demonstrated the first step, you were studying his movements, committing every detail to memory. It seemed simple enough in theory so far. Keep your distance, grab the barrel of the gun, and push it away from yourself hard. When he let go of your arm, you let go of the gun, and you looked up to see that Frank was already watching you.

“Show me.”

Without hesitating, you swiftly reached out to grab the barrel of the gun and forcefully pushed it to the left. Frank let you redirect it to a certain point, and then pushed back to hold the gun in place. His strength was something you couldn’t combat, and as you kept pushing at the barrel, his resistance  made the gun almost wobble in your hands. 

“Attagirl. Easy, easy. Relax.”

Frank reached out with his left hand and grabbed onto your wrist, gently squeezing it to steady your hand.

“Alright, now step two, you go for that wrist, yeah? You get control. Go.”

Immediately you reached out with your right hand to wrap your fingers around Frank’s wrist to grab onto it tightly. Giving a slight shake of his head, Frank pulled your hand off of his wrist and guided it underneath his wrist instead.

“Look, underneath, yeah? Underneath. Go for the joint. Joints are weakest.”

Everything Frank was showing you seemed so simple that it filled you with a false sense of confidence. With your right hand under his right wrist, you gripped onto the barrel tightly with your left hand and took a step back as you tried to tug it away, thinking it would spring loose. Frank let out a grunt of disapproval and pulled his right arm back, easily slipping the gun out of your grasp completely and causing you to stumble forward a bit. He had a somewhat stern look on his face as he wagged the gun in your direction twice.

“Easy, bang bang. Don’t ever pull a gun towards you. You push it away.”

Letting out a huff of annoyance as your previous overzealous confidence fizzled out, you looked up at Frank as he held his left hand out towards you to signal for you to stay in place. He wasn’t teasing you anymore like he had been earlier. This wasn't Frank that had made you strawberry pancakes and caressed your legs while they sat in his lap as the two of you shared breakfast this morning. This was Frank that nearly sent your ex to the morgue instead of prison. He was back in full protective bodyguard mode.

“Listen to me. Use your legs, get underneath, and twist. Don’t pull, twist. Yeah? C’mon, show me.”

Taking a deep breath, you gave a slight nod and went over the steps in your head. Grab the barrel of the gun, shove it away from yourself, slip your other hand under the wrist joint, and twist the gun away. Your lips faintly twitched as you silently recited the steps to yourself three times for good measure. Frank didn’t make a move to rush you. He kept his eyes on you and waited patiently until you were ready to give it a try. 

Sucking in one more deep breath, your tongue darted out to wet your lips, and you sprung into action. Taking a quick step forward, you reached out to tightly grab the barrel of the gun with your left hand, and while you pushed it away to the left, you simultaneously slipped your right hand under Frank’s wrist. Twisting the barrel of the gun forcefully to the right caused Frank’s wrist to twist with it until he was forced to let go, and in that short window of weakness you were able to pull the gun out of his hand with a hard step backwards.

Glancing down at the gun in your hands, your eyes went wide with surprise and your mouth hung open as you let out an incredulous laugh. 

“Holy shit, that actually worked!”

Frank held his hands up like you had just made a touchdown, and he started to clap as a proud tooth bearing grin stretched over his lips.

“Look at that, huh? Who got a gun, huh?”

Looking up at Frank, your lips parted into a huge grin of your own while you held it up like a trophy and spoke in a proud voice.

“I have a gun.”

“Attagirl. You’re goddamn right you do. You did good, sweetheart. Real good. Feels good, yeah?”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you let out a soft laugh while admiring the gun in your hands. Well, more so admiring the fact that you were able to actually take it from Frank. The only reason you felt comfortable holding the gun right now was because Frank had shown you the clip was empty before he started demonstrating the basics earlier. 

Pointing a loaded gun at Steven had been different. You were blinded in a fit of rage, not thinking clearly, but deep down you knew there was no way you would have actually pulled the trigger. However if you had been level headed, you probably wouldn’t have taken it from Billy, even if he offered. 

“Yeah…yeah it does.”

And it did feel good. It made you feel strong…less helpless. Frank was giving you back a sense of safety and security that had been stolen from you when you were first threatened by the Defenders of Freedom. Even if you never used this lesson, and you genuinely hoped you wouldn’t have to, you felt a surge of confidence knowing that you were at least capable of protecting yourself in some capacity. 

“Okay, step three.”

A pinch of confusion settled between your brows as you looked up at Frank when he mentioned a third step, and you noticed that he wasn’t smiling anymore. A grim look had settled over his features that sent a chill of unease down your spine.

“You just took a gun off someone that wanted to use it on you. What d’you do.”

The delight of pride had disappeared from his face and was swiftly replaced by a shadow of severity that was now coveting his sharp features, and the elated grin that was on your own lips had slowly fallen from grace. It was a rhetorical question you both knew the answer to, but you hadn’t factored in a third step. It hadn’t even crossed your mind, and Frank could see that in your eyes.

“You use it on them. Don’t matter who they are, you do not hesitate. You got that?”

Looking down at the gun in your hands, the weight of it was suddenly too heavy in your palms. Step three was a reminder that step one and two weren’t just to boost your confidence in protecting yourself; they were steps to defend yourself. Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head in silent understanding.

“Good. Show me.”

Frank’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. It wasn’t a command, but it wasn’t a suggestion either. Placing both of your hands on the gun the way he had shown you to properly hold it, you took a deep breath, slowly raising it to aim in Frank’s direction. You weren’t sure if it was the fact that he knew the clip was empty, or that this most likely wasn’t the first time he had stared down the barrel of a gun, but he looked completely unphased. The canvas of his face was expressionless, but his eyes were what you had learned to read. Only right now, you couldn’t understand what they were trying to tell you. 

The gun trembled slightly in your grasp, as if every cell in your body knew exactly how wrong it felt to point a gun at Frank, loaded or not. The self defense lesson you wanted for a possible yet highly improbable scenario had quickly become too heavy and realistic, and you were quickly regretting even asking for it.

“Show me.”

“I’m not doing that-”

“It ain’t loaded-”

“Frank, I don’t want to-”

“What’d I say, huh? I don’t care who it is, you do not hesitate. Ever. Now, show me you understand.”

Frank’s tone was a little more forceful, but the volume of it was still even and somewhat soft. You knew there were no repercussions if you didn’t pull the trigger. He had learned early on that he couldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to, and you trusted him enough to know that he would never try to force you. Frank never demanded anything of you, he always asked.

But you had asked for this, and he wanted you to follow through with it.

Clenching your jaw, you let out a shaky exhale through your nose, and you slowly squeezed the trigger like he had taught you to yesterday when you were out in the woods using cans as target practice. The click that sounded caused you to flinch, and it seemed to echo loudly in the living room. Frank on the other hand didn’t visibly react to it at all.

Without another word, you placed the gun down onto the coffee table a little too forcefully and headed towards the back door, wanting to put as much distance between it and yourself as possible. Frank caught your wrist before you could get too far and gently tugged you back towards himself.

“Hey-”

“I’m going for a walk.”

“No, you ain’t. You ain’t runnin’ away, you’re gonna stay here and talk to me. We ain’t doin’ that not communicatin’ shit. Why are you upset?”

“I told you I didn’t want to do that-”

“You asked me to teach you. I said no, but you kept on beggin’. What did you think this was gonna be, huh? You think you get a gun off someone, and it ends there? No. As soon as you get control and take it, you use it. No negotiatin’, no questionin’ it, you do it-”

“And what if I can’t, Frank?”

The distress in your voice made him pause and clench his jaw. He could see that you were visibly upset, and for a moment he wondered if he was being too hard on you. You said it yourself, this was not your area of expertise. It was his. Frank had years of professional training under his belt. Pulling a trigger was something he didn’t even have to think twice about. It was an automatic response. The aftermath of what followed didn’t even make him bat an eye. There were always casualties in war. 

But you weren’t a soldier, and having to actually pull the trigger on someone would be something that haunted you for the rest of your life if it came down to it.

Letting out a deep exhale through his large nose, Frank stepped forward and wrapped one of his arms around your waist to pull you into his embrace while using his other hand to slip his fingers gently into your hair to brush it back before cradling your face in his right hand.

“Listen to me. If it comes down to you, or someone else, you do whatever you gotta do to save yourself, you got that?”

The rational part of your brain knew that Frank was right. If you had taken a gun from Cavella or Walker, you would’ve had to shoot them. There’s no way they wouldn’t have missed the opportunity to kill you if they had it. But the emotional part of your brain was struggling to figure out if you could handle the consequences of taking someone’s life, justified or not. Frank could see the internal conflict in your eyes, and he lightly brushed the calloused pad of his thumb along your cheekbone as the rough timbre of his voice broke the tense silence.

“Hey, no one’s sayin’ you gotta shoot ‘em point blank, alright? I’ve seen your aim, and it ain’t all that great anyway. You’d be lucky to scare ‘em off with firin’ a terrible shot just so you could get away.”

Rolling your eyes at his comment, you let out a dry laugh. As much as you wanted to be annoyed, he was right. You were terrible. You didn’t hit a single can yesterday, even at close range. You did manage to scare the shit out of some crows in a tree though.

“You are such an ass.”

The edge of Frank’s mouth twitched up into a light smirk while giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“And you’re cute thinkin’ you could actually do some damage. I know a blind guy that can hit targets better than you. Look, you gotta stop gettin’ upset ‘bout things that might not even happen, alright? If it ever comes down to it, remember that you’re the one controllin’ the gun, yeah? It ain’t controllin’ you. Wherever you aim, the bullet’s gonna go. You can shoot ‘em in the leg, foot, shoulder, hell shoot ‘em in the dick for all I care. That’ll keep ‘em down for a while. You just promise me you’ll pull that trigger. You get ‘em down however you want, and then you get the hell outta there. That’s all you gotta do, yeah?”

Frank dipped his head to catch your eyes, staring intently into them. Letting out a deep breath, you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded while placing your hands on Frank’s biceps. You could do that. Injuring someone just to get away was a lot more manageable for your conscience. Frank lightly grasped your jaw in his large hand, his bottom three fingers wrapping around your throat while his index finger and thumb held your jaw. He tipped your head back so that you had no choice but to look up at him.

“Lemme hear you say it.”

Staring up into his warm brown eyes, you gazed up at him silently for a moment before speaking.

“No hesitating. I promise.”

“Attagirl. C’mere.”

Frank leaned in to capture your lips in a soft and sweet kiss. Sometimes it amazed you how easily he was able to talk you down from the ledge. Frank was a man of few words, but he somehow always knew exactly which ones to say to ease whatever anxieties were weighing on your mind. And the distraction of his plush lips against yours also certainly helped.

Ever since the other night by the fireplace, every kiss between the two of you that started out soft and sweet had a way of evolving into something more passionate and insatiable. Maybe it was the months of denying your feelings for one another, or maybe there was just some magnetic pull between your souls, but whatever it was, neither of you could get enough.

Before you could even register that you were moving, Frank was lifting you up by your hips and setting you down on the dining table, his hungry kisses leaving a searing path along your jawline and down the column of your neck.

“Did good today, sweetheart. Did real goddamn good, made me so proud.”

Frank’s gravely songs of praise in your ear only further ignited the flame of desire that was burning in your lower belly. Despite the warmth of his large palm touching your bare skin as he slipped it underneath your shirt to caress your lower back, a shiver teasingly tumbled down your spine from the contact.

“I had a good teacher.”

“Nah, I think you’re just a natural, baby.”

“I thought I had terrible aim?”

“Didn’t say you were perfect. Everybody’s got their strengths and weaknesses.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you could feel the rumble of Frank’s deep chuckle vibrating in his chest that was pressed against yours.

“Wow, you really know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Castle.”

Frank pulled back slightly to look down at you, his eyes traveling over your figure to drink in the sight of you sitting on the edge of the dining table before they slowly wandered back up to meet your gaze. He arched one of his thick brows as a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Yours are currently danglin’, sweetheart.”

Before you could retort with a smartass comment of your own, Frank’s mouth was back on your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin. Feeling his tongue gliding along your collarbone and giving it a delectable love bite, you closed your eyes and let your head fall back, granting Frank all the access he wanted to your skin.

The feeling of his lips on your neck was so heavenly you almost didn’t notice that he had popped the button on your jeans and tugged down your zipper until he was lifting you up slightly with one arm around your waist and pulling the denim down your hips with his free hand. As soon as your jeans were completely off, your own hands were reaching for Frank’s belt buckle, but he grasped your wrists and halted your attempt. A soft noise of protest quickly slipped past your lips.

“Frank-”

“Shh shh shh. Spread your legs for me, baby.”

A rush of heat pooled in your cheeks at his request, but you obliged immediately. Frank leaned in to kiss you deeply, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip and nipping at it softly while his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your panties and slipped them off too slowly for your liking. The sudden contact of the crisp autumn air coming in through the open windows hitting your slicked folds had you gasping, and Frank used that to his advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth to caress your own sensually. 

“Spread ‘em wider for me, sweetheart. C’mon.”

Frank’s deep voice was quiet, but it nestled in your ears as comfortably as it did between your thighs. He pulled you a little more towards the edge of the dining table, and when you spread your legs further for him, he sank down to his knees in front of you and let out a low groan of appreciation at the sight waiting for him. 

“Attagirl, that’s it. God, look at you. You should see how fuckin’ pretty you look right now, baby.”

His large hands gripped onto your soft thighs, kneading and squeezing your flesh with his thick fingers. Frank didn’t waste a second before diving into your cunt face first. As soon as his warm and wet tongue began to strum your clit like chords to his favorite song, your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. He brought your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his face so deep into your core, you weren’t sure how he was breathing.

Your hand quickly found a fistful of his slightly grown out hair that you gripped onto to steady yourself, and when you gave it an experimental tug, the vibration of his groan against your clit had your thighs trembling more than any toy you had ever gotten for yourself before.

“Fuck…Frank…”

Frank let out a loud grunt as he pulled back for just a moment to stare at your glistening pussy almost in awe, his hooded eyes briefly meeting your own for a second before focusing back on the display of your desire for him.

“Taste so good sweetheart, so fuckin’ good. You got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He dove right back in, this time slipping his tongue inside of you to explore while using his large nose to bump against your clit repeatedly. The stimulation had your back arching off the dining table and a loud moan echoed throughout the cabin. Tugging harder at his dark roots, you pushed your hips up against his face, desperately and greedily searching for more. None of your exes had ever eaten you out like this before. Most of them didn’t even know what the fuck they were doing, and the rest gave up after a few minutes because it “took too long”, but still expected you to suck them off until your jaw ached.

But Frank…God, Frank knew what he was doing. His thick fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, following your hips wherever they went. The groans that continued to vibrate against your clit not only turned you on because of their stimulation, but because you could tell that Frank was genuinely enjoying eating your pussy. The fact that he was getting just as much pleasure out of it as you were had you on the brink of an orgasm alone. Frank had a way of making every experience feel brand new, and it made you realize just how much you had been missing out on in your previous relationships.

That familiar bubbly feeling was building up inside of you, cresting slowly like a tidal wave ready to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting beach. Your breaths were coming out in short staccato variations, and at this point you were roughy tugging at Frank’s hair with both hands while essentially fucking his face. Not that he seemed to mind at all. If anything, it just seemed to make him more feral.

“Yesyesyesyes…please-fuck, Frank…I…I…”

Frank pulled you even closer towards the edge of the dining table to where your ass was basically hanging off of it, and the jolt of his large palm smacking against your ass was the only indication you got that he understood what you were trying to tell him.

You thought you had more time, but your climax suddenly crashed into you without further warning, and your hips were stuttering as Frank continued his incessant assault on your pussy with his tongue. It seemed like he didn’t want to let a drop of your essence go to waste, and while you appreciated his enthusiasm, the way he was flicking his tongue rapidly against your overstimulated clit was riding that very thin line between pain and pleasure, and you were weakly shoving at his broad shoulders.

“Okay okay okay…Frank…fuck, please! Just…give me a second, God-”

Frank dragged his tongue up your entire pussy from your entrance to your clit one last time before granting you mercy with a low growl. While you panted heavily laying back against the dining room table, he was pressing featherlight kisses to each of your inner thighs, but due to your body feeling like a live wire, they felt like faint shocks that had your body jolting every time his wet lips met your heated skin. He chuckled deeply watching you respond to his touch.

“You alright there, sweetheart?”

Lifting your hand, you gave him a weak thumbs up, and Frank just laughed even louder in amusement at that. The sound of his laughter combined with your own blissed out post orgasm state had a lazy grin stretching over your lips. You felt his large and rough hands slipping underneath your shirt, gently caressing your bare skin and grabbing your waist while he leaned over you, kissing your lips deeply. The taste of your own sweet tang on Frank’s tongue had your head spinning, and a soft hum sounded in the back of your throat.  Even though you were still recovering from your first ever oral orgasm, the feeling of Frank’s hard cock straining against his jeans and rubbing against your inner thigh reignited your greed.

Brushing your hand slowly down his chest, you palmed him firmly through his jeans, and Frank let out a grunt while pushing himself further against your hand. He broke the kiss momentarily to nuzzle his large nose against your throat.

“If ya need a minute-”

“No. Now.”

While you unfastened his belt in record time, Frank placed his hands on the table on either side of your head and pulled back to look down at you with a soft chuckle at your impatience. He lightly cocked his head to the side, his brown eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over you shamelessly. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and a crooked smirk caressed his mouth.

“Anybody ever tell you what an impatient lil thing you are?”

A smirk of your own tugged across your lips while you slipped your hand into his jeans, stroking his thick cock through his briefs, earning a quiet grunt from Frank.

“Apart from you every day since we met? Maybe a few other people. Is my lack of patience really what you wanna talk about right now, big guy?”

The sultry tone of your voice did not go unnoticed by Frank, and in fact, it only made his cock swell even more in your welcoming hand. He slowly moved his hips back and forth as you teasingly stroked him and leaned down closer towards you, nuzzling his nose along your throat before whispering huskily into your ear.

“Got somethin’ better in mind.”

By the time Frank had carried you down the hall to the master bedroom, the two of you had left a trail of forgotten items of clothing strewn like breadcrumbs along the path from the kitchen. He let you push him back against the mattress and grabbed your hips to pull you on top of him, his lips moving in sync with your own, but when you felt the swollen head of his cock bump against your clit, you suddenly pressed your palms firmly against his chest and pulled back while breaking the kiss.

“Wait.”

Frank immediately paused, loosening his grip on your hips, his lust clouded eyes clearing a bit while searching your own and wandering over your figure for the source of the problem.

“What? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

The concern in his rough timbre combined with the worry in his soft brown eyes made your heart melt. A gentle smile covered your lips while you reached out to delicately hold his strong jaw in your hands, and you leaned in to kiss his lips softly.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t think it’s fair you get to have all the fun.”

Frank’s apprehension morphed into confusion, and a few creases nestled between his thick brows. 

“Huh?”

Letting out a soft laugh at how adorable he looked when he was confused, you decided to explain with actions instead of words. When you moved backwards off his lap to settle between his legs, Frank raised himself up on his elbows, following you with his eyes as he watched you intently. 

“What are you-holy shit.”

Frank’s jaw went slack the second you leaned in and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it once before beginning to take a few inches into your mouth. Placing one of your hands on his left hip, you teasingly moved your lips up his length until he was out of your mouth with a satisfying pop. Pursing your lips, you let a string of glistening saliva slowly drop onto his tip and used your free hand to spread it down the rest of his thick cock for lubrication, and after wrapping your fingers around his girth, you began to twist your wrist up and down slowly. 

You could feel how tense he was through your hold on his hip. Glancing up at him through your lashes, you noticed that he was staring directly at you, completely mesmerized, and was gripping onto the sheets so tightly you thought he might rip them. Moving your hand from his hip, you reached out to caress his hand, and he slowly loosened his grip, his knuckles no longer stark white. His plush lips were parted, and he was breathing hard, his thick brows knit in complete focus. You allowed him to slip out of your mouth for just a moment to smile softly up at Frank.

“Just relax.”

The sweet sound of your voice seemed to reach his ears, and after a few more moments of hesitation, Frank finally laid back against the mattress and let his head rest on the pillows. He moved the hand that was underneath yours to grab your wrist, turning your hand over so he could slot his fingers between yours to hold it. His other hand slowly came over to card his fingers through your hair before cradling the back of your head. Giving his hand that you were holding a light squeeze, you continued to hold eye contact with Frank while slowly sucking him off, using your hand that was around his base to work over what wouldn’t fit in your mouth.

The sound of his quiet grunts and low moans sent a thrill through you, and you wanted to know just how vocal he could get. Letting go of his hand, you placed both of your palms firmly on his hips and relaxed your jaw completely, taking his entire cock into your mouth until his tip hit the back of your throat. A guttural groan ripped from the depth of his chest and his lower abdomen instantly tensed up as he gripped onto your hair.

“Goddamn-fuck…fuck, sweetheart. Do…do that again. Please…please baby, do it again.”

Taking in a deep inhale through your nose, you prepared yourself to deepthroat Frank’s thick cock again, and this time you held him there until your eyes started to water. He let out a louder moan of your name, and that caused the throbbing between your thighs to evolve from dull to downright unbearable. You thought about sneaking your hand downwards to get a little relief, but Frank had been so unselfish when he ate you out, only focused on your pleasure, and he deserved that same treatment. 

All of a sudden, Frank roughly tugged at your hair, and that made you moan around his cock. You heard him let out a quiet fuck under his breath in response. He gave your hair another tug to get your attention, and his cock slipped from your lips as you licked them and tried to catch your breath while staring at him, noticing that he had sat up.

“C’mere.”

He didn’t give you a chance to protest before he grabbed your throat and pulled you in close to kiss you fervently. Frank’s large and rough hands grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap again, and you let out a soft whine against his lips when the head of his cock rubbed against your sensitive clit. 

“Frank, I didn’t get to finish-”

“As much as I’d love to come down that pretty throat, I need ya baby. Need ya now.”

Grabbing the base of his cock, Frank positioned himself perfectly with your entrance and pulled you down slowly, letting you feel every single inch of him. Your mouth hung open at the sensation, and your body instantly tensed up. You thought Frank had been deep the other night, but he was reaching an even greater depth inside of you right now if that was possible. There was a slight burn as your walls stretched to accommodate his size, but your brain barely even registered it, because Frank was slipping his tongue into your mouth and kissing you sensually as if he wanted to steal the very essence of life from your lungs. 

Once he was fully nestled deep inside of you, a high pitched cry left your mouth, and he wrapped his arm around your waist tightly.

“Shh…s’alright. Just relax for me, sweetheart.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you clung to Frank as he wrapped both of his strong arms around your waist and held you tightly against his chest. Both of you sat there for a moment, your foreheads pressed together as you panted. He rubbed his large calloused hand up and down your spine soothingly, his teeth grazing along your ear lobe and biting down gently to distract you from any discomfort. Slowly, the tension in your body melted, and you gave an experimental roll of your hips that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“That’s it…attagirl. Take your time, sweetheart. M’right here. I got you.”

This felt right. It felt…perfect. Those three little words almost slipped out right there. Grabbing onto the back of his neck, you pulled Frank in for a passionate kiss, trying to pour every ounce of emotion you felt into it. He groaned quietly against your lips when your nails lightly scratched at the back of his head where his hair was shaved closely to his scalp. Moving your hips in slow circles, you grinded down onto Frank’s cock, and he flexed his hips upwards to match your rhythm. The other night by the fireplace had been the best experience of your life, but this…this was something you couldn’t put into words.

Placing your palms against Frank’s firm chest, you pressed lightly and he followed your silent instructions, allowing you to push him onto his back. His large hands gripped firmly onto your hips as he gazed up at you, and you kept your palms flat on his chest while slowly riding his cock. Neither of you could tear your eyes away from each other. The feeling of his warm hands leisurely moving up your bare skin made you shiver, and a soft gasp left your lips when he groped your breasts and squeezed gently. The calloused pad of his thumb gingerly brushing over your peaked nipple had you arching your back, pressing your chest further into his eager hands.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

The sincerity in Frank’s vulnerable whisper nearly brought tears to your eyes. He wasn’t saying it because he thought it was what you wanted to hear, he was saying it because he felt it, and he was making you feel it too. The way he was staring up at you like you were the only thing that mattered had your heart swelling inside your ribcage like a balloon about to burst. It had been a long time since you mattered to someone, and you felt lucky it was Frank. The look in his eyes was almost too much to handle.

Letting your head fall back, you closed your eyes for a moment as you writhed on top of Frank, getting completely lost in how good it felt to be connected to him in such a raw and intimate way. One of his hands traveled up from your breast towards your throat, and he wrapped his fingers tightly around it almost entirely, forcing you to face him again. He pulled you down over him so that your forehead was pressed to his, and the two of you stared deeply into each other's eyes. 

“Frank-”

“I wanna see you. Wanna see those pretty eyes when you come for me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

Being this close to him, you noticed for the first time that there were scattered flecks of honey in his deep brown eyes. They looked so warm and inviting, like two melted pools of chocolate you wanted to drown in. The eyes that could say so much with a single look. You thought you could see it…that flicker that he felt it too. You wanted to tell him so fucking badly, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment, and the way he was hitting that spongy spot inside of you that could cause supernovas to appear behind your eyelids was making it hard for you to speak at all.

Holding his face in your hand, your eyes drifted back and forth between his own as you stared down at him in complete devotion, your lips parted as you nodded your head frantically while short and breathy moans escaped you. Frank’s eyes were focused solely on you, one of his hands holding the back of your head while his other remained around your throat. It was getting harder and harder for you to keep your eyes open, but you didn’t want to miss a single second of this moment.

It was also getting harder and harder to not voice the sentiment that was overflowing from your ribcage.

“Frank…I…I-”

Frank cut off your words by capturing your lips in a heated kiss. The softness of his lips against yours, the heat of his bare skin pressed to your own, his thick fingers wrapped around your neck and tangled in your hair, his pubic bone rubbing just right against your clit…it was all too much. Breaking the kiss, you buried your face into the crook of his neck and let out a sharp cry of his name. Your nails raked harshly down his chest when your climax finally peaked, and a white hot cloud of hedonistic desire blinded your vision. 

Your entire body seized up, and you could faintly hear Frank whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he gripped your hips and repeatedly thrust up into you, fucking you through your orgasm while barreling towards his own. The sensation of that alone was enough to nearly send you free falling into another. The intensity of your orgasm had rendered you an incoherent and moaning mess. Frank dug his fingers roughly into the flesh of your hips and came with a deep grunt that nearly sounded like a growl, letting out a loud groan of your name.

The room felt like a sauna. Your face felt overheated, and your hair was stuck to your cheeks and the back of your neck with sweat. Frank had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, hugging you against his chest. The feeling of his strong heartbeat thundering against your own chest kept you anchored to the moment while your body trembled with aftershocks. You couldn’t move, and you didn’t want to.

As soon as Frank made a move to sit up and pull out of you, a desperate and high pitched whine of protest fell from your lips while you gripped onto his shoulder and dug your nails into the muscle.

“No no no no no, please…don’t move.”

Frank instantly stilled, bringing one of his hands up to brush the sweaty hair stuck to your forehead and neck away. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead and gave your body a gentle squeeze in his strong arms.

“Okay, we don’t gotta move yet.”

Letting out a soft sigh of relief, you buried your face further into Frank’s neck, letting the comforting scent of his cologne calm you. He gently carded his thick fingers through your hair and kept holding you tightly to his chest while resting his head against your own.

“I just wanna stay like this for a while.”

“We can stay like this as long as you want, sweetheart.”

When you started to regain your senses, you started to wonder just how true that statement was. 

How long could you and Frank stay like this before reality came knocking?

Your home wouldn’t always be a crime scene. Eventually the two of you would have to go back to work. Now that everything had changed between the two of you, what would a new normal look like? Frank’s job required him to be with someone constantly. What happens when he gets assigned to someone else? What if it’s another woman? Even though Frank was broody and unapproachable initially, you had still found him attractive, and all the time you spent together over the past few months led you right here to this moment.

What if that happened with someone else? What if the next woman he was assigned to found him just as attractive? What if she wanted him? You and Frank hadn’t really established what this was between the two of you. Were you together? Did he want to be together? Would he still want to be together if the next woman was prettier and less stubborn and actually-

“Quit it.”

The sound of his deep voice breaking through the silence interrupted your spiraling. 

“What?”

“Whatever you’re overthinkin’ right now, let it go.”

Removing your face from the crook of Frank’s neck, you pulled back slightly to peer down at him in pure curiosity.

“How do you even-”

“I can practically hear the gears turnin’ in your head, sweetheart. You keep thinkin’ so hard, smoke’s gonna start comin’ out of your ears.”

Giving him a pointed look expressing you weren’t amused, he let out a quiet chuckle and gently brushed the calloused pad of his thumb along your cheekbone.

“C’mon, you ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout right now. Just relax, yeah?”

Letting out a soft sigh, you nodded and laid your head back against Frank’s shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his neck as he hugged onto you tightly. For a while, you two laid there wrapped up in one another, and you were able to let some of your anxieties go. The afterglow of your shared euphoria was peaceful, and you could’ve even fallen asleep at that moment, but something Frank said earlier suddenly popped back into your head. 

“Hey Frank?”

“Hm?”

“Do you really know a blind guy that has a good aim with guns?”

Frank let out a quiet snicker at your question.

“He don’t use guns. He’s too…Catholic.”

That did nothing to answer your question and only fueled you with more inquiries.

“But…you said he could hit targets better than I could.”

Frank simply grunted in response. You stayed silent waiting for further explanation, but when one didn’t come, you continued your questions.

“How?”

“Hell if I know.”

Sitting up a little bit again, you stared down at Frank in complete puzzlement.

“But…he’s blind. That doesn’t make any sense.”

“No it don’t.”

“So…he’s-”

“An asshole. Go to sleep.”

Letting out a soft laugh, your eyes widened slightly as you gently smacked his chest.

“Frank!”

“What? Cause he’s blind he can’t be an asshole?”

“Well…no. But…how does he do it?”

“You’ll have to ask ‘em yourself.”

“I thought Billy was your only friend.”

Frank pulled a look of faux offense at that, his thick brows knit as he let out a puff of air through his lips.

“Ouch. I got other friends, smartass. And I never said he was one. He’s more of a pain in my ass.”

Frank gently pinched your ass which made you squeal before erupting into a fit of laughter.

“Hey!”

A huge grin split across your lips as he suddenly flipped you both over, managing to keep himself nestled inside of you while he pinned you beneath his large body. As he leaned in to kiss your lips, you brought your index finger up and pressed it against his mouth.

“I’m not done. I have more questions.”

“Course you do.”

“I wanna know who this mystery blind man is with good aim, and your other friends that you suddenly have that you’ve kept from me. While you’re at it, is there anything else you’re hiding, Castle?”

While your question was intended to be teasing, a dark look flashed across Frank’s eyes, and it made your breath hitch in your throat. He stared down at you silently for a moment, and it made you wonder just how much more there was to Frank that you hadn’t uncovered yet. As soon as you removed your finger from his lips, Frank leaned in closer, caging you in with his large hands on either side of your head. As he loomed over you, he slowly thrust his hips against your own, pulling a sharp gasp from your chest. His breath was warm against your lips while he nuzzled his large nose along your own, his rough voice coming out in a husky whisper.

“Think I liked you better when the only thing you could say was my name, sweetheart.”

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[qep0ermint]

If you don't mind me asking, how does Yandere!Wally act? Like with and without Y/N? I just gotta know, he has a different type of vibe about him from other versions I have seem, and I can't quite place my finger on it.

Hi! I don't know if my Yandere version has any distinctive features from others, but I tried to make a couple of points ^^

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[juneberrie]

HANDS

SUMMARY - literally just a brain dump of hcs about their hands <3

CHARACTERS - percy jackson , jason grace , leo valdez , frank zhang

— & .

PERCY JACKSON

percy wears rings ; specifically silver rings. i feel like he also wears bracelets, specifically silver chain bracelets or anything matching with you. also always has a hair tie or scrunchie on his wrist for u. his hands aren't super veiny - they're kinda smooth ?? idk how to describe them but theyre just veiny enough that 😵‍💫. his nails r pretty short i feel - his mom made sure he regularly cut them and never bit them. he does wear nail polish sometimes but half the time it gets chipped.

JASON GRACE

zoo wee mama this bitch has veiny hands <3 they go well w his BEEFY ASS forearms n biceps !! jason is so yummy ugh but anyways. he rarely ever wears jewlery i feel. only ever one ring on his middle finger and its just a plain band, silver with no engravings. his nails r kinda long-ish, bc he grew up with wolves and like he used to scratch people as a child i just know it. he can't stand if his nails are super long but he doesn't keep them as short as frank. his nails are actually really well kept ??? he only ever wears clear nail polish on them. also i feel like he uses hand lotion n shit ?? fancy ass

LEO VALDEZ

aughhhhhh he also doesn't have super veiny hands ?? theyre like just veiny enough tee hee. his hands + fingers r very calloused from all the work he does ( yk he's good w his hands 🤭 ) so they're kinda rough. his nails are short bitch. like short short. he grew up biting them so like. theyre short. i feel like he would only ever wear rings on super special occasions because he doesn't want them to get messed up while he's working. he definitely has a couple of scars on his hands from accidents he's had while working or just when he's being clumsy asf. he paints his nails a lot but it always chips after like twenty minutes.

FRANK ZHANG

this. mf. has big hands. theyre real veiny and they're BIG. they're really soft n always warm <3 he won't wear any other ring except for one his mother left him, its gold and it has his last name engraved on it. his nails r pretty short, thats just how he likes to keep them. i personally can't see frank ever painting his nails but maybe he'll let you do it just once, because it makes you happy. he'll take it off like an hour after but only because he doesn't like the way it feels on his nails.

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[pumpkinbxtch]

— your book vs. me ｡⁠:ﾟheadcanons

The HoO guys fight for your attention when you read, how do they do it?

warnings: actually none but maybe sexual suggestions (it's something very tiny) a/n: I still have my writer's block (Or something like that) but my mind is very imaginative. here you go. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ARE GOING TO SAY WHERE IS APOLLO? Excuse me, I'm going to compensate you in the following posts.

Percy:

This man is used to being surrounded by people who love to read.

He knows that if you're so immersed in it, he simply won't be able to pull you away unless the end of the world is around the corner (and even then, he wouldn't be sure you'd let go of the book).

Instead, he takes some things he can distract himself with and fiddles with them while lying on your legs. He loves that spot. While he's distracted with a fidget toy (one of the many he got in therapy for ADHD), he might catch some reactions as you read: when something makes you laugh, annoys you, or embarrasses you.

He loves watching you enjoy something you love.

Sometimes he'll rise and cover the book, and you give him a annoyed look. "Just a second, sweetheart," he assures and steals a kiss from your soft lips.

He hums softly before pulling away and lying back on your legs.

Jason:

Jason won't bother you, instead, as you're reading, he'll take you in his arms and sit you on his lap or position himself in a way that their bodies become intertwined.

He'll gently stroke your head or thighs, wanting to be with you but not interrupt your reading.

Sometimes he'll give you kisses on the cheek as you read, and you'll exchange sweet glances. Jason grabs one of his books, and they both immerse themselves in a comfortable, everyday, peaceful silence.

Frank:

Frank would never disturbe you while you're reading; he feels he couldn't cross that line.

However, he's eager to share moments with you so he ends up adjusting you onto him in a way that he can also see what you're reading and accompany you.

Sometimes he'll share certain comments under his breath—"I can't believe it," he says in amazement while waiting for you to turn the page—"Was it him all this time? He doesn't deserve her."

And you pause, turning towards him. Frank fears he might have bothered you, but instead, he gets a peck on the lips that throws him off balance, girl, you took his breath away, and you continue reading.

Sometimes he notices that what you're reading is a bit steamy, and he blushes.

Sometimes he clears his throat and lets out nervous giggles. When you look at him, he shakes his head slightly: "Did you know that could be done?" he asks,

and you end up suggesting that they could try it sometime.

Leo:

He can be gentle, cute, but not when he seems to need your attention. He'll want to try everything before giving up

, and even though he knows he'll probably lose, he doesn't miss the chance to show his affection in a thousand different ways.

He'll be singing for your attention: "Hey, look at me, look at me, I love you more than that book."

He'll jump on the bed and crawl towards you, some mischievous thoughts crossing his mind, "maybe this will work,"

and he'll settle between your legs and start kissing your knees and then the inside of your thighs.

When he sees it's not working, he moves away and lies down beside you.

He gives you repeated kisses on the cheek and steals some from your lips, but when he sees it's not provoking anything, that's when he finally gives up.

He flops onto the bed and pats his chest; that's the only thing you react to. In the end, all he wants is to have you close.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

hope you having a good day/night 💘

frank having a wet dream (i’m not a native speaker i’m not sure if it’s called this, i’m sorry) about reader and when it’s just about to endddd….reader wakes him up cos obviously he was grunting, sweating and moving a lot in his sleep so she thought he was having a nightmare and she’s worried about him…(my horny brain just died here so i’m leaving the rest of it to you)

a/n: this maaaaaaaannnn 🫠

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“Frank? Baby, wake up,” your sprawled-out fingers gently swept over his broad shoulder, “it’s okay, it’s just a nightmare.”

On a sharp intake of oxygen, Frank stirred from his slumber. Blinking open his dark eyes to see you staring back at him, your cheek smooshed against your pillow, only a second passed before his touch slid up to the sides of your face as he longingly let his forehead melt against your own. 

“Wow,” you uttered softly as he crawled closer, “are you okay?” 

“Mhm,” he hummed gravelly before crashing his lips against yours. 

Out of pure surprise, a palm came up to press against his chest as you grasped the first sliver of a break to tilt your head back enough to search his eyes in the low moonlight, “Frank?”

“It wasn’t a nightmare,” his thumb brushed across your cheekbone as his gaze all but ate you up. 

“Frank, you don’t have to act all tough around me, you know that–,” but the rest of your sentence fell from your lips as he rolled on top of you and the palpable tent in his boxers pressed against your thigh, “oh…” heat swiftly began to rise in your cheeks, “not a nightmare, got it,” a small chuckle bubbled out of you, “I guess I’m sorry then for waking you up.”

“It’s alright,” he dipped down to press a kiss to your jaw, “dreams are fun and all,” his pecks slowly began to migrate further south, “but I’d much rather have the real deal,” holding onto the covers that draped over you both, he flashed you a small smirk before his head disappeared beneath it.

“Frank…” you let out a laugh as he moved down your body, caressing your curves before his head settled between your soft thighs, “was it about me?” you held the top of the duvet up for you to see him, “did you have a sex dream about me?”

Cocking his head, he said, “why do you sound so surprised?” and pressed a hot kiss to the very top of your inner thigh, “they’re always about you.”

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

#lea’s writing #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #frank castle imagine #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x female reader #jon bernthal smut #marvel smut #marvel x reader smut #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle fic #the punisher fic #frank castle fanfiction #the punisher x reader

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

LOML BABY CUTIE PIE SNOOKUMS 💕🦋

SO THAT YOUR SEXY LIL BRAIN DOESN'T FORGET :

The lover boys ( Percy, Leo, Jason, Conner, Luke , Frank) overhearing reader talking about them and afterwards realising that reader is THE ONE for them

Mhuaw Mhuaw 💋

⋆⭒˚.⋆ can't have a conversation if it's not all about you! hcs

content: hcs for leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, percy jackson & jason grace warning: some language but that's it!! author's note: ta daaaaa! i like doing matching stories to one's ive already written!! and love love love how these match the other group hcs i did, probs gonna put it as a part two on the masterlist even tho i kinda isn't, ya know??? whatever it's my blog lmao-

𝜗𝜚 leo valdez

leo had no shame

originally, he had no intentions of eavesdropping

but then he heard you talking as he passed by the window of your cabin and couldn't help but stand nearby

and, boy, was he glad that he did

his smile was a mile wide as he heard you talk so passionately about him

that's right, you've been yapping away about leo for at least an hour

"and you should see the way he looks at me when he makes me laugh. it's just- it's just this wide smile and he can't seem to take his eyes off me."

leo blushed slightly at that comment, completely unaware that you had caught onto that look, the one he only reserved for you

"and he's the sweetest, always looking out for me. oh! and the gifts are never ending and he's the best cuddler i've like ever met. and, so, so funny."

leo was certain he was short circuiting, the wires of his heart fraying and twisting in unnatural ways. in ways that would make his mechanic father disappointed

"you must really love him," one of your siblings mused and leo waited with baited breath, leaning slightly closer to the window to hear you better

"more than i could put into words. i'm...i'm lucky the fates gave him to me - more than lucky."

that was the day leo started working on your engagement ring, determined to never spend another day without you by his side

𝜗𝜚 frank zhang

frank was a good boy, be it either his roman bones or his canadian heritage, he made sure to always follow rules and respect peoples privacy

...except for today

he allowed himself this exception as he stood in one of the many hallways new rome had to offer, leaning against the way as he heard your voice drift through the corridor

you couldn't have been more than a few yards away, your voice easily carrying to frank's ears

"he gives the best hugs!"

"bear hugs?" your friend laughed and frank's lips twitched upwards at the comment

"shut up! he's sweet too! so, so sweet! and gentle. for a son of mars, he holds me so softly."

frank stood a little taller at the comments, pride filling his body in a way it never has before

sure, lots of people have told him similar things, but something about it coming from you left the boy reeling with pride

"cmon, be honest. is he, ya know, the one?" your friend whispered but frank still heard it

he paled at the connotation, his fingers crossed as he counted the seconds in between your response.

"honestly? he's the other half of my soul. we're tied together and he's not getting rid of me anytime soon."

that afternoon, frank signed up for an wedding magazine subscription, wanting to keep up to date on the wedding scene, as he figured it would become important to him and you in the near future

𝜗𝜚 luke castellan

luke had taken a break from practice with his sword, laying on the ground all sweaty and grimy

his water bottle had long since been emptied but he was far too tired to get up and refill it

after a few minutes of rest, he'd finally decided the water would be worth the pain of his taunt muscles

as he made his way to the water fountain, he paused as his eyes caught sight of you and a wood nymph talking

he smirked to himself, moving closer with the full intentions of stealing a kiss but he paused as your words started to reach his ears

he then hid behind a tree, only peeking out every now and then when he knew you weren't looking

"gods, i've never met a guy so romantic. did i tell you that he stole all of my favorite bags of chips from the camp store? and you wanna know why? mind you, this is a direct quote, he said 'because no one but my girl deserves this chips to grace her lips.' like...bro."

the wood nymph cooed, the flowers in her hair brightening in color at the romantic thoughts

in fact, the red tulips were matching the shade of luke's cheeks pretty well

and that's quite the feat as the boy wasn't a big blusher

"and watching him train will always leave me drooling. you hear that olivia rodrigo leaked song, prison for life?? like, that's literally him!! he's so protective but in a good way, ya know??"

luke shook his head despite knowing the fact you couldn't see him

you've brought that song up so many times since you heard it, telling luke that it always reminded you of him

and luke would never admit it, but he listened to the song on his own time

and he couldn't help but agree with you

he'd kill for you and you didn't even need to ask him to

he'd just do it because you were worth any consequence he'd face after

"so, you love him?" the wood nymph questioned eagerly

and luke was just as eager to hear the answer

"...i'd kill for him, too. i'd do anything to keep him close, hurt anyone. hell, i'd tear down olympus for that boy."

and that you would, eventually.

all with a shiny ring on your finger, put there by the boy who'd lost his way

and you were more than happy to get lost with him, too, as long as it meant his hand in yours

𝜗𝜚 percy jackson

percy knew better than to listen to rumors

especially from sea flora and fauna

but, when the shark swam up to him with naiads in tow, percy couldn't help but listen

"lord! lord! you'll never believe what we just heard!" the shark cried, swimming circles around percy in his excitement

"go on," percy encouraged, briefly passing his hand over the shark's fin before the shark was mentally gasping in a big breath to do a long ramble

"okay okay okay! so, your lady in waiting had been talking with a few of the river naiads up stream. and she was talking about you, my lord!"

percy was silently waiting for the new information to come

he was well aware of the fact that you struggled to have conversations that didn't revolve around him

and he would know as he struggled with a similar issue when it came to you

"and she was talking about your hair and your eyes and your smile! oh, and she also mentioned that she thought you were the funniest boy she'd ever met, my lord! then she was talking about how good you looked in some shirt the other day-"

"wait, wait, which shirt??? did she say, like, a color or something??" percy cut in, leaning forwards as this information was important to him

"umm, i think she said navy blue?"

"yes! alright, go on," percy cheered, making a mental note to wear that shirt more

anything to keep her eyes on him

not that he had to try super hard but still

"and she talked about rings! ones made of diamonds or something!! oh, and your mother being at some ceremony and something about father's giving away their daughters?? and white dresses. does she like white dresses? the story get's a little confusing here, i'll admit, my lord."

percy could have drown right then and there from excitement

you were talking about weddings while talking about percy

he took that as a good sign

and he'd go home later that summer and shyly ask his mother to walk him through the process of getting married

for, uh, unrelated reasons, of course

𝜗𝜚 jason grace

jason was a nervous fella, not one to eavesdrop or listen to conversations that didn't involve him

nonetheless, he couldn't seem to pull himself from the cracked doorway

every alarm was ringing in his roman mind, telling him that it was wrong and that he shouldn't be listening in on your conversation

but you were saying such lovely things!

"he treats me like im gold, like im something to be valued and taken care of. gods, he's so good to me."

it was like a little benchmark report on how he was as a boyfriend

and you know this guy loves reports and numbers and spreadsheets lmao

pros and cons list's best friend

but at the moment, you were struggling to list even a single con

"and he's such a gentleman. i don't think i've touched a door handle the whole time that we've been dating. or opened my car door, let alone drove."

jason smirked, pride oozing from him at the comments

he worked hard to make sure that you never saw another cloudy day in your life and he couldn't help but be a little proud that you took notice of those things

"what would you do if he asked you to marry him right now?" your sibling asked, with a wiggle of their eyebrows and a taunt in their voice

jason's muscles tightened at the comment and they jolted to run off, but his need to know kept him right where he was

"i'd say yes without a second of hesitation. i'm sure we've been married in past lives and we will be in future ones. so why delay the inevitable?"

jason was shocked, a rare feeling for the son of jupiter

but, once he recovered, he went running to piper, desperately asking her what the best way to find out your ring size would be

and not for just any finger, if you know what i mean.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #jason grace #leo valdez #luke castellan #frank zhang #leo valdez x reader #frank zhang x reader #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson x reader #jason grace x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson hc #percy jackson fandom #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x oc #frank zhang x yn #frank zhang x you #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x you #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n

[grippingbeskar]

You are such a wondrous bean and amazing writer, big congrats on your milestone you totally deserve ALL the followers 😁

Could I please request 🚕 with Frank and 6. first time switching ‘roles’ in the bedroom ?

— um first thank u so much for ur kindness i love you. second can i tell you a secret? this is EXACTLY what i wanted to do for this prompt. thank god for you. don’t get me wrong i think frank would 100000% be on top almost always, but like. come on. this is hot as fuck. this was too short for me watch me turn this into a whole ass fic one day okay bye.

— prompt:

🚕 6. first time ‘switching roles’ in the bedroom

— warnings: explicit content 18+. (sub frank guys. omfg.) swearing, general sexual content, mentions of blood.

[grippingbeskars 2k night out celebration!]

“Frankie? That you?” You hear giant, staggering footsteps coming in from the front door, and you know you don’t have to ask, but life on the run has you cautious.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just me.” He says, and even though he says the words, you can hear there’s something different in it. In his tone. Not tired— but tired. Getting up from your shared bed, you walk out to the main room, seeing Frank leaning with his forearms on the bench, holding a bottle of scotch.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He looks up, his eyes a little distant, and tries to smile at you. You stop on the opposite side of the bench, matching his bent over posture, leaning over to brush your hands against his.

“Nothin’. Just a long day.” His knuckles were raw, bright red, and you can tell he tried to scrub the blood off them before he came home.

“You know you don’t have to hide it from me.” Your eyes are still on his hands, and he sighs.

“I know, baby, I just don’t wanna bring that shit home to you—“

“But it’s home. You come here first next time. Let me clean you up.” He nods, and lets you take the bottle from his hands. You move around him, getting him a glass with ice, and pouring some of the golden brown liquid in before sliding it back over to him. “Drink.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You bite your lip, hiding your smile as he does what you asked, bringing the glass to his mouth and nearly finishing it with one swallow. When he brings it back down, you top it up again, and he looks at you, squinting. “You tryin’ to get me drunk?”

“Maybe.” He huffs, smirking at you while downing the second glass. “You wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, and you take the glass from him, pouring another before finishing it yourself. Moving around the counter, you wrap your arms around him from behind. You feel him relax, just a little underneath your hands.

“You’re too good to me.” He pours yet another glass, but your hands come up to stop him from drinking.

“I’m not getting you drunk.” He stands and turns around, pulling you by the waist so you press against him in every way possible.

“No?”

“Nope. Just… lighter.” He laughs, leaning down to kiss your forehead, waiting patiently for whatever you have to say next.

He is always the one to take care of you. In every sense— he’s protected you from actual death no less than a hundred times, put you back together with his hands and his words. Hell, he even cooks you breakfast every morning. Naturally, this follows into your bedroom, where he takes control, thinks for you, let’s your mind go blank so you can sink into that mind-numbing bliss.

It’s not that you don’t enjoy it— you’ve said that you would die happy doing nothing but fucking him, all day, every day. You just want him to feel that same floating kind of bliss. You want to be the one who thinks for him, to take care of him like he does, to let him relax, completely, and not have to think of anything else.

You’d had the idea for a while, and floated it by him in passing, trying to gauge if he’d be completely opposed to it. He always replied the same— that he trusted you, and wanted to do whatever you wanted. Although that wasn’t exactly a pin point answer, he always said he just trusted you. Trusted that you would respect his limit, that you knew what he would and wouldn’t do, and respected it. You did, but you still felt like you had to tread lightly.

“I was thinking…” Your hands slid down his chest, slowly, and you swear you heard his breath hitch when you stopped at his belt. “I want to do something for you.”

“And what’s that?” He was staring at your hands, watching as they began to undo the buckle, threading it out purposefully slow.

“I wanna take care of you.”

“You always do.” Both of his hands come to your face, cupping your cheeks and kissing you. He holds you there, easily taking control of the situation, your mouth opening for him as he tastes you in a way that has your head spinning.

It’s so easy to fall into, the way he just dominates every fibre in your being— if you weren’t so set on what you wanted to do tonight, you’d let him take over. It was natural, but you wanted to take care of him. He deserved it, especially after whatever has happened to him tonight.

“Wait.” Frank pulls back, eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” You were nodding, finally getting the buckle on his belt and sliding it out, holding onto it with one hand.

“I’m fine. I wanna take care of you.” You repeat, and he nods.

“You ah— you lost me. You don’t think you already do?”

“No. I know. I…” The idea was becoming increasingly intimidating the longer you thought about it, and you leaned entirely on that glass of scotch to power you through it. “Do you remember what I asked you, a couple weeks ago? We were watching that movie with the snakes… on a plane.”

“Snakes on a Plane.” You laugh nervously, nodding. “Trust me, I remember everything about what you asked me.” He leans down and kisses your jaw, the heat of his mouth nearly making your legs give out.

“Tonight. Now.” You say with a little finality. Maybe even a little dominance. Frank straightens, his hands dropping to your hips again, eyes a little wide.

“Lead the way.” With how he’s standing, he looks perfectly comfortable, a solider ready to take orders. The thought sends a shiver down your spine and you take a step back, preparing yourself.

“Go to our room and lay down on the bed, please.” He laughs, pushing off the counter. “Actually, no. Not please. Just do it.”

“Not please.” He mutters, still laughing as he casually walks through the doorway to your bedroom. You hear the squeaks of the mattress under his weight, and you take another swig of the scotch before walking in after him.

You were still holding Franks belt, unsure of what to do with it. Frank usually ties your hands with it if he’s being especially indulging, and it’s the only item that you own that could really be used on him. At least, for now. That wasn’t a road you were going down today.

“You look beautiful.” He says, hands behind his head as he stares at you, waiting.

“Thank you, but that isn’t helping.”

“Don’t be nervous, baby. It’s just me.” God, his voice was going to be the death of you.

“I’m gonna tie your hands. To the bed.” You kneel on the bed over him, and he smirks at you, lazily stretching his arms back. “Is that okay?”

“Course it’s okay, baby.” Taking a deep breath, you link the belt through the wooden posts, then around his wrists. His hands are balled up in tight fists, and you let you hands fall slow and gentle along his arms, watching the muscles in the contract under your fingertips.

“I should of taken your shirt off first.” You look down at him, fully clothed, and he smiles. Then, you see his hands clench and unclench, and you see the red markings along his knuckles.

It reminds you of what you what, what you were doing. What he wants. Steadying your heart beat, you quickly slink out of your shirt and pyjama bottoms and straddle Frank across his waist.

“You are beautiful.” He repeats, and you start working the buttons of his pants.

“You already said that.”

“I damn meant it.” Your core rests over his boxers, feeling how hard he is, and your head rolls back at the contact, making you both sigh. “Fuck.”

“Feel so good.” You roll your hips against him, and he groans, the sound of leather stretching indicating how he was already slipping into the desperate state you wanted him in. “Always so fucking good, Frank.”

“Take ‘em off. Feels better.” Your head rolls forward now, toward him, and you lean down. Your face was hovering just above him, and he lifts his chin to kiss you. You pull back, just out of reach, and he sighs.

“Shh. Or I’ll stop.” The words are so often said by him that they sound foreign when coming from your high pitch, but he practically loses it just as the sentence. He groans and bucks his hips, creating a friction so delicious you might cum just at the feeling of him.

“Come on, sweetheart.” His jaw is tight and his hands are gripping the headboard hard, but you just roll your hips and say his name breathlessly.

“What? Doesn’t this feel good?” He nods, and swallows, eyes looking up and down your body before tugging on the belt around his wrists again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Fuck. This how I sound?” Smiling, you lean down to kiss his forehead, mumbling a ‘mhmm’ before sitting back up. Every roll of your hips make him twitch underneath you, and it only spurs your confidence.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” He nods again, and you whisper the next words into his ear. “If you want something, you have to ask.”

“Fuck. Come on, baby. Fuck me like I know you want to.” It’s not exactly what you were planning on him saying. Somehow even with his hands tied to the headboard he was still able to move you how he wanted.

Still, you were so desperate for friction that you pull him out of his boxers and lose your underpants. You don’t want anything in the way now, and when you throw your leg over him this time, a much more desperate sounding groan echos through the room, and you think Frank might actually tear the belt in two.

“So fucking wet. You like this, baby?” He asks, grinding into you. Your fingertips drag the soft fabric of his shirt up his chest, and you yank it out of the way, letting it tangle with the belt on his wrists. With another roll of your hips, your eyes roll back and you let your nails drag along his abs. “Be a good girl for me. Let me help you.”

“No.” You have to bite your lip to stop the smile on your face as you watch him pull at the belt again, groaning when you start getting faster. The familiar heat Frank always made you explode with was building, and you wondered if you could cum like this. With the noises he was making, you were pretty sure you could. 

“Don’t be mean.” Frank pouts, but he’s moaning like he’s paying you a compliment.

“You don’t sound upset, baby. You want me to stop? Leave you here all high and dry?” You were high on adrenaline and your incoming pleasure, shivering every time Frank cursed. “You know I can. I’ll just finish myself off over there if you don’t want me —“

“No. No, baby. Don’t...” He almost growls, his tone possessive and desperate. You squint down at him, trying to cling to any form of composure as he grinds his hips into yours. “Don’t leave me like this.”

“Whaddy’a say? Hm?” Your finger traces over his bottom lip, and for a second theres a face on him that you don’t recognise, except in the mirror. It’s a face you make when Frank’s teasing you, ad you can’t decide whether to test him further or fold completely. Pride blooms in your chest at seeing him like this, but you have no idea how he doesn’t just give in. He looked so fucking good like this, you’d give him whatever he wanted under any other circumstance. “Be the good boy I know you are. Ask me nice and sweet.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” His head drops back when you get a little faster, feeling yourself get closer. “Please. Fuck— please just...”

“It’s okay. You can cum just like this. I’ll fuck you all night if you ask like that.” A shattered moan rips from his throat as he cums, hard and unexpected. It hits him by surprise too, his eyes shooting open as his abs tense and twitch underneath you. The sight has you chasing him into release, two more rolls of your hips has you arching your back above him.

“Fuck— yes. Please.” He says again as you cum, kissing your forehead when you finally give out and flop your head next to his. “Jesus.”

“You okay?” You whisper, and he laughs roughly.

“That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen, baby.” You turn and kiss him lazily, both of you spent with the effort of restraining yourselves in different ways. “So, you gonna...”

“What?”

“What you said.” You squint, and honestly you can’t think for a second, the post-orgasm bliss still racking your brain, and then it comes and you are right back up on cloud nine.

“Oh. I don’t know. Where you a good boy, Frankie?” You run your hands through his hair and tug a little like you know he likes, and he groans, nodding agains the pressure.

This was different, but it was just another way you could take care of him, and when you finally drifted off to sleep hours later, in each others arms and completely spent, there was no sign of that worry on his face from when he walked through the door. 

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Neighbor!Frank is a Daddy When You Come Home Drunk

Guys I'm gonna fucking scream if Neighbor Daddy Frank doesn't do this to me. SCREAM. I'm considering this a part 2 to this. DO WE NEED PART THREE?! (ETA: Next part here!!!)

Neighbor!Frank x Reader

Word Count: 1,203 (5 min read)

"Text me when you're hooommmmme" you say in a sing-songy voice to Lily, the alcohol making you cheerful and warm, as she climbs into the Uber.

"K but you gotta text me too," she replies, eyes lidded and slumped in the seat. "Oh fuck, it's 3:30," she slurs, "Brian gonna's be so pissed," she adds before bursting into a fit of laughter.

You laugh back and shut the car door, watching it drive off. Standing in the cold spring night, alone on the sidewalk, your drunkenness hits you a little more clearly, like being dropped in reality after a lovely fuzzy dream.

You pull out your phone to call your own Uber but find only a black mirror staring back at you, battery long dead. "Oh shit," you mumble and look around to no one and nothing in particular. With a drunk person's confidence you decide the walk home will do you good, sucking the cold night air into your nostrils before starting the one mile trek to your apartment.

Twenty minutes, about 4 blisters and some teeth-chattering later, you find yourself on the stoop of your apartment building. Luckily, the alcohol flowing vigorously through your system numbed most of the discomfort but you were starting to feel intensely peckish. You were juuusstt on the cusp of, "if I don't eat now I might throw up," so you jammed your hand in your purse and started digging for your keys. And digging. And digging.

You pull out your phone to call Lily, when -- oh right -- the battery. You go back to digging. Then jiggling the door handle. Then sticking a bobby pin in the lock like this was a sitcom. Then sliding your library card through the crack in the door, hoping to catch the deadbolt. Maybe another jiggle?

"ffuuccckkk," you mumble, sitting on the stoop and resting your eyes a minute. Your body lilts to the side before you jerk your eyes awake. You approach the door again, peeling off your shoes, barefoot on the stoop, desperate to get inside. Why did your feet hurt so fucking bad? You needed food. And sleep.

Your eyes lock on the button for your neighbor Frank's unit and you smash your finger on it without hesitation. Frank would help. Frank's so nice.

You hear the crackle of the intercom and a raspy "uh hello?" on the other end.

"You're s'nice," you mumble out.

There's a pause before he says your name, his voice more alert than a moment ago.

"Bingo buddy," you confirm, winking at the intercom speaker.

"Don't move sweetheart, I'm coming down," he says urgently. What's this guy so worried about? You chuckle and let out a small burp.

What feels like two seconds later you see him through the glass, bare chested and grey sweatpants, hair mussed with sleep. He's unlocking the door and you instantly feel the warm comfort of his hand wrap around your waist, ushering you inside.

"Fuck sweetheart, you hurt?" he asks once you're inside, his arms holding you out in front of him as his eyes scan you for injury.

"no no no no no," you mumble, trying to correct him.

"Why don't have shoes on, doll? You walk home like, that?!" he continues, his brows knotted in confusion and concern.

"Wha?" you reply. Oh right, the shoes. When had you taken those off?

"Fuckin' Christ honey, girl like you can't be walkin' home drunk and alone in the middle of the night," he scolds, doing a final review to make sure you're not hurt. "You ever can't get home, you call me. No questions."

You nod and reply "Sorry but I can't find m'keys," trying to explain.

"Don't worry 'bout that, come on," he answers, grabbing your shoes and your purse from your hand weaving an arm back around your waist. You feel him guide you towards the stairs, so many fucking stairs, before you shout "Library card!" with urgency.

"Sssh sssh, gotta keep it down for the neighbors honey, let's just get you inside," he soothes you, chalking it up to drunk rambles.

"No no no no Frankie," you reply and he smirks at the name, "left m'libraby card outside."

"S'that right sweetheart?" he asks with the smile still on his lips and you nod, big, slow dramatic nods, and he adds "Ya know, you're cute when you're drunk."

You wink at him (you think) and say, "And you're cute when I'm drunk too," with something amounting to a smirk on your own face. This time he laughs and guides you by the hips to sit on the steps inside while he steps onto the stoop to find the lost library card.

Returning a moment later with your library card held aloft, he starts you back up the stairs with a "A'ight, come on, up we go sweetheart." You roll onto your hands and knees, deciding that a crawl up the steps was the only way you'd make it to the top.

"Nah nah nah, these stairs are filthy, come on," he scolds, reaching down to lift you to your feet by your armpits.

"But m'feet hurt sooooo baadddddd. I caaaannn't" you whine, actual tears threatening to fall if you didn't eat food in the imminent future.

"Alright alright, sssshh, come on sweetheart," he says more gently, one arm looping behind your back while the other scoops behind your knees. You're encased in his warmth, the natural musky aroma of his broad chest enough to lull you sleep right there and then. He begins the climb, each step slow and intentional, and you may as well be rocked to sleep in a bassinet.

"Need you stay awake for me doll," he says while jostling you left and right just slightly.

"Mmmm," you acknowledge in response, eyes barely peeling open.

"Come on, talk to me," he encourages.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you mumble, eyes slow blinking. He nods, the smirk again. You lean in close to his ear, his flopsy hair tickling your cheek, and whisper "I think you're cute when I'm not drunk too" before you lean your head allllll the way back to gaze at the chipped paint on the ceiling while belting Sinead O'Connor's "Nothing Compares 2 U" into the echoey hallway.

He grunts as he attempts to maneauvre your head back up again, finding it more of a struggle than if he weren't currently laughing his ass off, adding, "Hey Sinead, knock it off before Mrs. Ericson starts her yappin' alright?"

You quiet down for a moment and your face grows solemn. Solemn enough that Frank pauses his climb, one foot on the stair above and one on the stair below. You find his deep brown eyes and feel the steady rhythm of his chest against you.

"You... you ok sweetheart?" he asks, quieter now. His eyes searching your face.

"Frank I...." you starting, eyes glassy and voice timid.

"What is is honey? C'tell me anything," he murmurs.

You swallow, your eyes darting to his lips before finding his eyes again, replying "I need food real bad."

A smile slowly cracks across his face and he nods, continuing his climb up the steps. "Alright honey, let's get you some food."

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[zipora666]

Guys...I finally finish it... *THROW MY ART HERE*

Enjoy ✨

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And like I promised for the lovely siblings @simplylatte and @randomperson1638

⊂(￣(ｴ)￣)⊃ now I’ll go to rest maybe I’ll take a break-

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*Makes summoning circle and starts chanting* Corpse Puppet art, Corpse Puppet art, Corpse Puppet art.

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[chvoswxtch]

first date

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: frank finally asks you out on a date.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 6.7k

a/n: y'all have only been waiting seventeen chapters for these two to finally go on a date, but the moment has arrived! i'd like to give a shoutout to the main character of this chapter: frank's belt. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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Before you could even think about getting out of Frank’s truck and heading inside the Bulletin, his large hand reached over to grasp your own that was in your lap, giving it a gentle squeeze to capture your attention. When you turned to look back at him, there was a nervous glint in his eye. Nervous was not an emotion you were used to seeing Frank wear. As a matter of fact, you weren’t sure you had ever seen it, and it triggered your own nerves in response.

“I wanna ask you somethin’.”

“Okay.”

Despite the softness of your tone, your voice seemed to echo in the confined space of his truck. The way Frank’s warm brown eyes were darting back and forth between your own made it apparent that he seemed to be struggling with whatever it was that he wanted to ask. To soothe him, you turned your palm over in his large hand so that you could lace your fingers together and lightly stroked your thumb along one of his scarred knuckles affectionately. After an agonizing moment of tense silence, he let out a deep exhale through his nose and his rough voice broke through the quietness that had settled.

“What are you doin’ Saturday night?”

When the implication behind his question clicked in your head, a huge grin instantly split your lips completely apart to the point that your cheeks ached, and your eyes lit up with pure excitement. Tilting your head to the side a bit in a teasing manner, you faintly narrowed your eyes into a look of faux suspicion.

“Frank Castle, are you asking me out on a date?”

Frank blew out a puff of air as he turned his head to look out the windshield, letting out a quiet chuckle as the edge of his lips quirked up in a crooked half smile. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and when he turned to look at you again, his gaze flickered between your lips and your eager stare.

“Tryin’ to.”

Sinking your top teeth down into your bottom lip, you turned your body completely in the passenger seat so that you were facing Frank, still holding his hand in your lap while you sat up straight. As you looked over at him expectantly, Frank cocked one of his dark brows in silent questioning, prompting you to arch one of your own in response.

“Well, go on.”

“Go on, what?”

“Ask me.”

“I just did.”

“No, you said you wanted to. I didn’t hear a formal query.”

Frank rolled his eyes as he let his head fall back against the headrest, shaking it slightly while he let out a lighthearted scoff.

“You don’t ever make anythin’ easy, do ya?”

“I thought you figured that out by now.”

Frank clicked his tongue against his cheek, but you could see how hard he was fighting his amusement by the way the corners of his mouth twitched. Letting out an impatient huff, you rolled your own eyes and squeezed his hand to get him to look at you.

“Oh come on, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? I want the whole experience.” 

That got Frank’s attention. Turning his head to look at you, his thick brows rose up his forehead a bit, but only for a moment. His gaze then tapered while a cocky smirk lifted the left corner of his mouth upwards, and he motioned in your direction with his chin.

“How long?”

Heat abruptly flushed in your cheeks when your brain caught up with the confession your mouth let slip. Narrowing your own eyes at Frank, you let go of his hand and crossed your arms over your chest defiantly.

“You have thirty seconds before I get out of this truck.”

Frank chuckled deeply, causing light crinkles to fan around his eye sockets, and the unfiltered joy on his face made your heart feel like it was going to burst out of your chest. It never failed to amaze you how different Frank looked when he smiled. It was almost like looking at an entirely different person. One that wasn’t haunted by a separate lifetime of trauma and unbearable loss. He finally lifted his large hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Alright, alright.”

Twisting in his seat to face you, Frank brought his arm over to slide along the headrest next to you, and he slipped his thick fingers into your hair, moving them downwards until he could brush the rough pad of his thumb along your cheekbone delicately.

“Sweetheart, can I take ya out Saturday night?”

Almost instinctively, you melted into Frank’s touch, your cheek finding its home within his palm. There was a boyish grin on his lips, and you were tempted to climb across the space between you and straddle his lap so you could taste them. A sense of giddiness was fluttering in your stomach, and a smile born of pure happiness was strewn across your mouth.

“It’s a date.”

»»———　　———««

Frank was the epitome of a perfect gentleman. He showed up at your door five minutes early, although you had a slight suspicion he had been lingering in your hallway for far longer than that, and he had a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. Either you didn’t remember telling him what your favorite flower was, or Frank just really knew you. It was a simple, perhaps old fashioned gesture, but it warmed your heart. No one had ever gotten you flowers before, except for your mom.

To your surprise, Frank wore a black tie with his navy blue button down that was tucked into his dark jeans, and even threw a black blazer on top. You hadn’t seen him this dressed up since the night of the gala. It was kind of odd seeing him look so cleaned up. 

The restaurant he took you to had to be one of the nicest places you had ever stepped foot in. It looked like one of those places that charged you just to breathe their air, and you felt severely underdressed in the simple black dress you wore, even though Frank had complimented it at least three times on the walk over. 

A pristine white cloth was draped over the square table complete with the most shiny silverware you had ever seen resting on opposite sides of an eggshell colored plate. In the middle of the table was a small glass half sphere that had an ivory tinted tea light candle inside, creating an ambient glow in the dim lighting. Continuing the chivalry, Frank pulled out your chair for you and you quietly thanked him before he rounded the table to take his own seat. Your eyes were quickly drawn to the floor to ceiling grand windows to your right that had a breathtaking view of the Brooklyn Bridge all lit up. It was the perfect romantic backdrop.

But it wasn’t you.

And it wasn’t Frank.

He couldn’t sit still. He was shifty, tugging at the black tie around his neck, subtly bouncing his knee under the table. Frank’s eyes were constantly darting around, a habit of his you had grown accustomed to. Anywhere you two went, he was always hypervigilant, constantly sitting where he had a whole view of whatever place he was in, and a clear sight of all the entrances and exits. But tonight it almost seemed worse. It was blatantly obvious he was completely out of his element. He hadn’t said one word to you in the five minutes since the two of you had sat down at your table. Frank’s thick eyebrows were furrowed, an array of warring emotions flashing across his face while looking down at the sleek menu in his large hands.

Frank wasn’t the only one that felt out of place. You couldn’t hardly read a word on the menu, and the price for one single glass of wine made your eyes nearly pop out of your head. A few more minutes of silence passed before you glanced up at Frank again, and you noticed a few beads of sweat building along his hairline. He looked as uncomfortable as you felt. The other people sitting at neighboring tables around yours reminded you of people you had been introduced to at a dinner party with Steven once. It wasn’t as much of a dinner party as it was an excuse for Steven’s parents to show off their ridiculous multi-million dollar home, inviting New York’s elite to kiss his father’s ass while the attendees compared shiny new toys, scandals, and mistresses. That had been one of the most miserable nights of your life.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the waiter approached the table, hands clasped behind his back, looking between you and Frank with a polite smile. He was tall and thin, freshly shaven, and his dirty blonde hair was perfectly quaffed. He was dressed as if he were attending a black and white gala, not waiting tables. 

“Good evening, and welcome to Brasserie. My name is Andrew. It is our pleasure to have you dining with us this evening. Shall I start you with a glass of our 2014 Brunello di Montalcino ma’am? Perhaps a Manhattan with our twelve year barrel aged rye whiskey for you sir? They both pair well with our Seared Foie Gras.”

Frank was staring at the waiter like he was speaking a language he had never heard of. His thick brows were creased in evident confusion, and you had to attempt to stifle a laugh at just how adorable he looked in that moment. You cleared your throat to gain the waiter’s attention and gave him a polite smile of your own.

“Can we have a moment to look over the menu, please?”

Andrew gave a faint nod of his head, his hands still clasped behind his back. That polite smile looked like it was permanent.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll be back in a few moments.”

After he retreated, you looked across the table at Frank curiously.

“How did you find this place, exactly?”

Hearing the suspicion in your voice, Frank adjusted restlessly in his chair, reaching up to tug at the tie around his neck with a low grunt. His eyes darted around the restaurant for the thousandth time since you had sat down.

“Bill recommended it. Pulled some strings, got us a table.”

Suddenly it all clicked. No wonder Frank seemed so uncomfortable. He didn’t pick this place; Billy did. This restaurant had Billy Russo written all over it. With that new information, the way he was all dressed up now made sense too. On one hand, it made you grin knowing Frank had gone to Billy for help planning for your first date. It was so…cute. You would’ve given anything to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. On the other hand though, while you appreciated Billy’s input and help, you wanted tonight to be about you and Frank, and this setting didn’t represent either of you.

Quickly shutting the menu, you placed it back down on your plate and stood up, which immediately grabbed Frank’s attention. His head snapped up, looking at you in a mixture of puzzlement and trepidation, and when you held your hand out to him, he stared at it like it was a foreign object.

“Come on.”

“Where we goin’?”

“Just come on.”

Following suit, Frank closed his menu and set it down on the plate, grabbing your hand and standing up from his chair. Lacing your fingers together, you lead him down the exact path you had taken from the host’s stand and exited back outside onto the street through the tall glass doors. After taking a few steps down the sidewalk, you paused and turned around to face Frank, dropping his hand to reach up and undo the knot of his tie, slipping the black material from around his neck and stuffing it into your purse. You unbuttoned the first three buttons of his dark navy shirt, giving you a glimpse of his tan skin beneath, and pushed the black blazer off his broad shoulders and down his large arms. Folding his blazer over your arm, you took a step back to take in your handiwork, and a tender smile caressed your lips.

This was the Frank you knew.

“Much better.”

Frank glanced down at himself before lifting his head to look back at you. There was a look in his eyes that you didn’t know how to read. His lips parted slightly, and then quickly shut. Turning his head to stare at the restaurant the two of you had just left, he was quiet for a moment before looking down at you again. This time, you could see a hint of uncertainty shining in his deep brown eyes under the illumination of the street light above.

“I’m sorry.”

Frank’s apology instantly perplexed you, and it was written all over your face.

“Sorry for what?”

He let out a deep sigh, looking over your head to watch people passing by on the street in opposite directions behind you. He lifted one of his large hands to nervously rub at the back of his neck before meeting your gaze again.

“I uh…don’t really know what I’m doin’, here. I’m a bit…outta practice.”

The honesty behind his confession made your heart constrict in your ribcage. You knew what he meant. Frank hadn’t dated since he lost his wife. He hadn’t been on a first date in decades. It suddenly occurred to you how big of a deal tonight was to Frank, and that made your features soften. Taking a step closer, you brought one of your hands up to gently place against his jaw, staring up at him with an understanding smile.

“It’s okay. So am I.”

The feeling of your soft hand on his skin made him physically relax almost instantaneously. His large hands came up to gently grab your waist, and he pulled you in flush against his chest, staring down into your eyes deeply. 

“I just…wanted tonight to be special for ya.”

The juxtaposition of his gruff voice speaking so softly sent a tingle down your spine and only made you melt into his embrace even further. He was trying so hard, putting so much effort into trying to achieve what he thought was perfection, not realizing that the one thing you wanted tonight was the man standing in front of you.

“Frank, it’s already special. I’m with you. That’s all I wanted. I don’t need all of that. You could take me to get hot dogs at the stand on the street corner, and I’d be thrilled.”

Frank’s lips tugged into a wide grin as he chuckled, giving your waist a faint squeeze while shaking his head.

“I ain’t takin’ you for a goddamn hot dog on our first date.”

“Why not? I like hot dogs.”

“I ain’t ever even seen you eat a hot dog.”

Fighting your own grin, you tilted your head to the side and narrowed your eyes lightheartedly while gazing up at him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be trying to impress me? Not arguing with me?”

Frank’s dark brown eyes roamed over your figure in his hands, a smirk stretching across his lips at the sass in your voice.

“Thought that’s what I was doin’ til’ you dragged us outta that nice place.”

“I wasn’t paying thirty-seven dollars for one fucking glass of wine.”

“You wouldn’ta been payin’ anyway.”

Rolling your eyes, you gave his bicep a gentle squeeze while smirking up at him.

“Okay fine, I wasn’t going to let you pay thirty-seven dollars for one glass of wine. That’s like…three times what I spend on one bottle.”

“Didn’t realize you were so high maintenance.”

Burying your face into his chest, you couldn’t stop the laughter that made your shoulders shake slightly. Frank’s arms slipped around your waist, hugging you close to his chest, and you could hear his own laughter echoing deep within his chest and feel it rumbling against your own. Leaning back a little, you looked up at him with a teasing smirk and arched one of your brows.

“You know, I’m surprised Maria ever went out with you. You’re kind of the worst.”

Frank stared down at you with a soft smile and his large hand rubbed up and down your lower back gently.

“You and me both.”

Even though the two of you were standing on a crowded sidewalk in lower Manhattan with dozens of people passing by every second, while the two of you stared at one another, everything else faded away. It felt like you were in your own little bubble.

“Alright, if you’re gonna fight me on hot dogs, what’s the compromise between that and a menu I can’t read or pronounce?”

“I had a back up plan.”

»»———　　———««

Frank took you to a small little Italian restaurant for dinner. It was owned by a family who had immigrated to New York in the 1960s from Sicily and had been passed down through the hands of several generations. The red brick of the walls had faded into a dull shade of rust, the wooden table was worn and chipped from several decades of use and hot plates, and the wine tasted like it had come out of a five dollar box, but it was perfect.

Both of you were so much more relaxed and at ease in this cozy, intimate environment. The owner of the restaurant, a charismatic older man named Tony with a thick Italian accent, talked you into ordering the Rigatoni Amatriciana, and it was one of the best dishes you had ever tasted. He also never let your wine glass go completely empty. Once he found out you and Frank were on a date, every time Tony came over to your table, he’d look at you before glancing at Frank and nudge his shoulder with a grin, nodding in your direction and saying ‘lucky man’. It never failed to make you blush, or to make Frank beam with pride.

This was the most laid back you had ever seen Frank. The wine was flowing, and you were trading bites of each other’s dishes along with stories. He was in the middle of telling you how he met Maria at a park when you nearly spit out your wine as laughter abruptly erupted from your lips.

“Wait, she said what?”

Frank was laughing just as hard as you were, covering the top half of his face with his large hand, his broad shoulders moving up and down rapidly.

“Swear to God, she says, ‘Hey buddy, you know anythin’ else? Because we’re sick of hearin’ you butcher this one’.”

Covering your mouth with your hand, you were trying so hard to contain your laughter, but the image of a nineteen year old embarrassed Frank getting called out by his future wife for playing guitar so badly was causing your stomach to ache from your fit of giggles.

“Were you really that bad?”

“I wasn’t bad, I was just…strugglin’, ya know? I was tryin’ to learn a new song, ya know…singin’ it out loud like an asshole. I was-”

Frank paused for a moment, like he was replaying the memory in his head, and then a grin split across his lips as he shook his head and started laughing again.

“-I was butcherin’ the hell outta it.”

Hearing the resignation in his voice when he stopped defending himself only made you laugh even harder, watching as he brought his glass of wine to his smiling lips to take a large sip.

“Wow, she must have really liked you to still go out with you after that.”

Frank set his glass of wine down and gave a light nod of his head, staring down at his empty plate with a soft smile on his lips and a somewhat far away look in his eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah she uh…she saw somethin’, I guess. Somethin’ I couldn’t.”

Staring over at Frank quietly for a moment, you set your wine glass down before reaching across the table to place your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. When he glanced up to meet your gaze, you looked at him with a warm smile on your lips.

“It doesn’t matter if you couldn’t see it. She saw it, and it was special. That’s all that matters.”

Frank regarded you silently for a minute, and then a tender smile of his own crossed his lips while he brought your hand up to place a soft kiss to the back of it.

“You’re somethin’ special, you know that?”

Warmth caressed the tops of your cheeks and spread throughout your lower belly. The sincerity in his voice, the way he was looking at you…it had those three words right on the tip of your tongue again. It was astounding how everything with Frank felt so…natural. He was the first person you didn’t have to pretend with or water yourself down for. He didn’t expect you to be anyone other than who you were. Tonight was the most relaxed and carefree you had ever felt on a date, or in any of your past relationships before. As badly as you wanted to shout those three words from the rooftops, you decided on another truth instead.

“You make me feel it.”

»»———　　———««

After indulging in the most delicious tiramisu you’d ever tasted in your life, you and Frank found yourselves in a small dive bar a few blocks down the street. It wasn’t too terribly packed for a Saturday night, and you two managed to snag an unoccupied pool table towards the back of the bar after ordering a round of drinks. Frank, being the gentleman he is, offered to teach you how to play, and even though you already knew how, you weren’t going to turn down the offer. It was far too enticing. 

For about half an hour, you let him explain the game, felt him pressing up against you from behind while he “taught you” how to hold the pool cue and how to aim, his large rough hands manipulating yours on the cue to demonstrate proper placement. After he was finished with his little lesson, and with the liquid mischief of tequila flowing through your bloodstream, you decided to make things interesting.

“I bet the next round of drinks that I can sink that seven.”

Frank quickly paused when lifting his beer bottle to his lips, arching one of his thick brows while an expression of amusement painted his features as he looked at you.

“Yeah? One lesson and you’re an expert, huh?”

Without offering a verbal reply, you winked at him before leaning over the pool table and lining up your shot.

The deep maroon seven ball glided along the hunter green felt canvas that’s vibrancy had been muted by decades of ashen smoke, complemented by faint rings from one too many sweaty beer glasses and other questionable stains. It sank into the corner pocket with a loud clack, and Frank’s attention flickered between the corner pocket and your form leaned over the pool table, an expression of complete surprise flashing across his features. 

Slowly rising up to your full height, you fought to contain the smirk that threatened to overtake your entire mouth, though a whisper of it could be detected at the corner of your ruby painted lips. Frank noticed it, he noticed everything, and it had him narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

“You hustlin’ me?”

Placing the bottom of the pool stick on the floor, your fingers lightly slid down the smooth maple wood, lightly wrapping around the midsection while you lightly shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Frank stared at you from where he stood casually leaning against the edge of the table, one of his large hands resting on his hip along the leather of his belt, the other grasping his own pool stick with two of his fingers and his beer bottle with the rest. The dim light above the pool table cast a shadow over his sharp features that made his warm whiskey eyes appear more like deep pools of darkened espresso. His thick brows pinched, causing a crease in his forehead.

“You said you didn’t know how to play-”

“I never said that.”

The look of faux innocence on your features caused Frank’s eyes to darken, cocking his head to the side while staring at you in a way that was silently challenging you to prove his memory wrong. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you slowly began to round the expansive pool table, your lips stretching into a playful grin. Slipping between Frank’s large form and the table, you purposefully brushed your ass against the front of his jeans, eliciting a deep grunt from him in response. 

“You said you could teach me.” 

Leaning over the pool table, you arched your back a little more than necessary while lining your pool stick up with the cue ball, lifting your ass further up into Frank’s point of view. You didn’t need to glance over your shoulder to know that’s exactly where his hungry gaze was. You could feel it.

“Yeah, and you let me.”

There was just barely a trace of annoyance nestled in the gravel of his deep voice, and it made you grin. 

“Did you think I was gonna pass up the opportunity to let you bend me over something?”

The dingy ivory cue ball was lined up perfectly with the smooth electric blue of the two, but just as you were about to take your shot, Frank’s large hand wrapped around your hip and squeezed tightly as he pressed himself against you from behind, and your hand slipped. The cue ball sailed only a few inches ahead in the opposite direction you planned for, and you tightened your grip around your pool stick. 

Letting out a deep exhale through your nose, you turned your head to look up at Frank over your shoulder, only to find him staring back at you with a burning intensity that ignited a flame of pure desire in your lower belly.

“That wasn't fair.”

“And wigglin’ your ass in the air, bein’ a goddamn tease is?”

Before you could respond, Frank leaned forward, pressing his firm chest right up against your back, letting you feel the heat of his body against yours. The spiced woodsy scent of his cologne overwhelmed your senses far more than the concoction that wafted in the dense air of the dive bar, and you could almost taste the beer on his lips when he leaned in so close that his large nose bumped against your own.

“You wanna play dirty, sweetheart? We’ll play dirty.”

Frank suddenly stood up straight and let go of you to walk around towards the opposite end of the pool table. He grabbed the triangular rack and retrieved the balls from the outlet below before grabbing the others that were still scattered across the table, and he set up a brand new game with a look of pure focus and determination in his eyes.

You couldn’t help yourself from being even more of a tease. Frank just looked too damn good, and you had a great buzz going. He’d loosened another button to your delight, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows exposing his muscular forearms. Leaning your pool stick against the table, you sauntered over towards the high top table to your right where your purse was and slipped your hand inside, pulling Frank’s long forgotten tie out. 

“If I win-”

Turning around to face Frank with a smirk, you noticed that he had paused his set up of the game and was now glancing between the tie in your hands and the look on your face in a mixture of intrigue and confusion.

“-I get to use this, on you.”

As soon as those words left your lips, Frank’s eyes instantly darkened. He stared at you in a way that made you want to abandon the game all together and drag him out to the alley to let him fuck you there, but you knew he wouldn’t budge. Frank didn’t back down from a challenge. He embraced it. His eyes flickered between the tie in your hands and your gaze, letting out a quiet grunt accompanied by a nod in response before removing the rack once the balls were set up in a perfect triangle.

Grabbing his beer bottle from the edge of the table, he motioned towards your pool cue with it before taking a large sip.

“Ladies first.”

Placing the tie back into your purse, confusion knit between your brows at Frank’s nonchalance. You stared at him from the opposite end of the table, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what you get if you win?”

Frank focused his attention solely on you, and there was a predatory look in his eyes that made you nearly sink to your knees right then and there.

“Figured I’d show ya instead.”

»»———　　———««

It took Frank twenty minutes to kick your ass. Twenty. Minutes. Why you thought you could actually beat him, who really knows. Maybe it was the confidence granted from the glasses of wine at dinner and the two margaritas you’d already had. Maybe you underestimated how good of a pool player Frank was, which was stupid on your part considering it wasn’t far fetched to think that his base had a pool table and he probably perfected his game during his tours in the Marines. Maybe you just didn’t give a fuck if you won or not because either way, you got Frank. He didn’t tell you exactly what he wanted if he won, but the fact of the matter was you could see in his eyes just what it was that he wanted and you were more than eager to give it to him.

Frank kicked the door to the small dive bar bathroom shut with his boot, taking his hand off you only for a quick second to lock the door. His kisses were hungry and aggressive, and even a little possessive. His large hands slipped from your waist down to your hips and finally reached around to land on your ass, squeezing roughly through the thin material of your dress. The action made you moan into his mouth, and he tore his lips away from yours just to attach them to your neck, leaving a wet trail of open mouthed kisses before speaking into your ear in a low and rough voice that had your panties immediately soaked.

“Been wantin’ to rip this off you all goddamn night.”

“No one’s stopping you.”

Frank’s large hands found their way to your hips once again, and he tugged your dress upwards until the hem of it was at the top of your thighs. Gripping onto your waist, he quickly lifted you up and placed you on the edge of the sink, the cool ceramic of it a stark contrast to the heated skin on the backs of your thighs. Just as you were reaching for his belt, he suddenly let go of you and took a few steps back, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip. Seeing the look of confusion on your face and the impatient pout on your lips, he stared at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Put your hands together.”

Blinking a few times, you continued to stare at him in perplexity. A crease formed between your brows at his words. 

“What?”

Frank didn’t tear his ravenous eyes away from you. They trailed over your figure, drinking in the sight of your dress bunched up to your hips, your thighs spread apart as you sat on the edge of the sink with your legs dangling below, a delectable view of your soaked panties. He took in the way your breasts rose and fell quickly from how hard you were breathing already, the heat that flushed in your cheeks, and the look in your eyes that gave away just how badly you wanted him.

Bringing his large hands to his belt, he slowly and teasingly started to unbuckle it. Despite the fact that you two were in a public space and anyone could come banging on the door at any minute, he was taking his time, making a show of pulling the worn leather from the metal buckle. 

“Your hands. Put ‘em together. I got a prize to claim.”

You were so mesmerized and aroused by the sight of Frank unbuckling his belt, you almost missed what he said. Lifting your gaze up to look at him, you seemed to get an idea of what he had planned for you, and it sent a thrill of excitement throughout your entire body. Without another moment of hesitation, you quickly pressed your hands together which earned a pleased smirk from Frank. He cocked his head to the side, slipping his belt from the loops of his jeans while taking a step towards you.

“Would ya look at that. You can do what you’re told. This what I gotta do to get you to listen, baby?”

An intense wave of heat pooled between your thighs at the way he was teasing you. His voice was so coarse and rough, but the way he spoke to you was smooth like honey. Biting down on your bottom lip, you gave a faint shake of your head.

“I’m listening cause I want it too.”

Frank was standing directly in front of you now between your spread thighs, and a grin stretched over his soft lips as he kept his head cocked to the side, staring into your eyes in pure hunger and amusement.

“That right?”

All you could manage was a soft hum in the back of your throat in response. When he started to wrap his belt around your wrists, your gaze quickly dropped to watch. The loud music playing outside was nothing compared to how loudly your heart was pounding in your ears. Frank carefully but expertly bound your wrists together, giving the leather a gentle tug to test his own work. Grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger, he lifted your head to capture your eyes.

“This alright?”

Nodding your head eagerly, Frank let out a soft chuckle. He lightly brushed his thumb along your bottom lip, leaning in to nuzzle his large nose against yours.

“C’mon now. That pretty head full of all them big words and you ain’t got none for me right now?”

“Hurry up.”

Frank let out a deep bellow of laughter at your impatient and rushed response, crinkles of delight fanning around his eye sockets.

“There’s my girl.”

Grabbing your elbows, Frank lifted your arms above your head, hooking your bound wrists on a piece of the light fixture above the mirror, leaving you completely at his mercy. He didn’t waste any time unzipping his pants to free his fully erect cock, attaching his lips to your neck once again while he pulled your panties to the side and pushed his hips forward. Immediately your head fell back against the mirror behind you the second that Frank’s thick cock nestled deeply within your snug walls and a loud grunt from him was followed by a desperate moan from you.

Time was not a luxury you had right now, and as much as Frank wanted to lose himself in you, he had to keep in mind where you were. Wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist, he pulled you closer to the edge of the sink, and while you wrapped your legs tightly around his lower back, he began to snap his hips swiftly. The glass was cold against the exposed skin of your back, and Frank was fucking you so hard, you thought it was gonna shatter from impact.

“Frank-”

He quickly placed his large hand over your mouth and whispered deeply into your ear.

“Shh shh shh, need ya to be quiet for me, baby.”

The sounds of your sharp moans and cries of pleasure were muffled by Frank’s large hand that was clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet. He buried his face into your neck, licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh, biting down gently to keep himself from moaning out. Every low grunt and groan Frank dripped into your ear was pushing you closer and closer to that edge that you wanted to free fall from. He was being rougher with you than he ever had, and it made your head spin. 

Tugging at his belt around your wrists, you let out a muffled whine against his palm. You wanted to touch him, but you were also enjoying this side of Frank too much to really care. Long gone was the gentleman who had picked you up at your door just hours ago with flowers in hand. Frank was fucking you hard and rough, and it was quick and messy, but it was exhilarating. Every time you were with Frank, it was like a brand new experience. He made you feel things you had never felt before, and gave you things you didn’t even know you were craving.

You could tell he was close when his pace started to falter. He began to fuck you relentlessly, and your legs tightened around his lower back. Your arms were starting to ache from being suspended above your head, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to really fucking care. You were far too turned on and dangerously close to coming. Slipping his hand down from your mouth to wrap around your throat instead, he pressed his forehead against yours and spoke lowly while staring deeply into your eyes.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t hardly speak. The way Frank was fucking you, his hand around your throat, your wrists bound above your head with his belt, the fact that you were in the bathroom of a dive bar; it all rendered you in incoherent mess. All you could do was nod weakly while letting out an obscene moan, staring at him with wide eyes in complete desperation. 

“Attagirl.”

That was all it took for a warm blanket of bliss to envelop you completely and stars to explode behind your eyelids. Frank poured sweet nothings into your ear while your hips uncontrollably bucked against him, and he continued to fuck you deeply through your orgasm. He dropped his hand from your throat and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hugging you tightly to his chest when his hips started to stutter. 

The sound of Frank calling out your name when he reached his own peak was something you would never get tired of. It sent chills throughout your entire body, and it only made it that much harder to not speak those three words that tried to claw their way out of your ribcage.

Frank gently brought your arms down and removed his belt from your wrist, slipping it back through the loops of his jeans before buckling it and zipping up his fly. Wetting a napkin, he carefully cleaned you up, pressing soft kisses along your jawline in the process. A hazy grin stretched across your lips as you slowly slid your hands up Frank’s biceps to wrap around his neck.

“We should make bets more often.”

He let out a deep chuckle as he grabbed your waist and gently lifted you up from the sink, setting you back down on unsteady legs. He helped you fix your dress before grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger, smirking at you.

“You ain’t gotta make a bet for that. All you gotta do is ask.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

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