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strawhbrrries · 7 months

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Invisible String.

pairing: older brother's best friend!frank castle x reader

summary: all along there was some invisible string tying you to frank castle.

warnings: none, just lots of sweetness!!!

word count: 1267 words

author’s note: this version of frank is so ken from barbie where it's like "ken's day was good as long as barbie looked at him" and i love it, listen to invisible string by taylor swift to get the full experience.

Were there clues I didn’t see?

Frank’s eyes scanned your face, watching the way your nose scrunched when you laughed so hard it was silent and water was streaming down your face and the campfire in front of you warmed your face. He’d spent every single day since the two of you had met admiring you, watching your heart get broken from every guy you brought home, being the shoulder you could count on when all of your friends inevitability flaked out. He could count all the times he tried to express his feelings on one hand, backing out at the last moment each and every time.

“What are you staring at? Weirdo.” You teased, scrunching your nose in the very way he found irresistible, making a face at him and turning back to the rest of your friend group.

You loved Frank, more than any friend should love their best friend. You’d lost count of how many nights you’d spent crying to your mom over the phone, wondering why he just didn’t like you back and asking what you did to deserve this torture from the universe.

“Nothing.” He smiled back, catching the eye of your friend across the fire, taking a sip of the beer in his hand. He never tried to hide his affection for you, never tried to make it a secret to anyone but you, he was fully aware that everyone around the two of you was most likely aware of the crush he had on you.

Were there clues I didn’t see?

Frank was your, slightly, older brother’s best friend. He’d been around for as long as you could remember, in almost every photograph there was of you or your brother since your mom started printing photos out. But he never had that older brother feel that a lot of your brother’s friends had, it wasn’t that he was unreliable or careless. He was the opposite. He cared more than any of your brother’s friends normally did. Sure, they’d come to your rescue if a boy hurt you or if you needed a ride somewhere or if you just needed a pick me up.

Frank was different. He cared. If the boys were going out to dinner he almost always picked up something for you on the way back, the only times he didn’t was in respect for the girl he was seeing at the time. He’d slip a twenty in the pocket of the jacket you always wore if he knew you needed some extra money, or if he knew you needed cheering up. Even if he didn’t have a job he always did it, and he never regretted it. To him, what he thought was, unrequited love wasn’t an issue. He’d cross every ocean and move every mountain and act like it was the easiest thing to do, all just to get a hint of a smile aimed towards him.

Frank was only two years older than you, well technically two years and one day, and he’d never let you forget it. He’d tell you to respect your elders and you’d shoot back that he was definitely an elder and that you could see the gray hairs coming in. The day you were born your mom told his that you two were destined for each other, she swore she could tell just by the way the two year old held your fraile, hours old body. His mom would tell you on every birthday you were just one more year closer to becoming a Castle girl, telling you how you’d make the prettiest one too. You always rolled your eyes and thanked her for whatever she had gotten you that year.

Were there clues I didn’t see?

“Your mom keeps lecturing me on how to treat women, she acts like I’m whoring myself out like your brother is.” He rolled his eyes, washing the dishes in the sink. None of which were his, considering he was in your house at midnight doing the chores you’d been putting off for awhile.

“She just cares, Frankie.” You mumbled back, legs swinging as they hung off the counter next to the sink, watching him scrub at the residue left on a pan you should’ve definitely cleaned the same day you used it.

You’d graduated college a few months ago, gotten the job of your dreams and yet felt so unfulfilled. You knew why. He was standing in your kitchen complaining about your mom, dish towel swung over his shoulder and shaggy hair pulled back by a headband you demanded he put on before he got stuff in his hair. Ever since you’d moved to this apartment he’d been over pretty much everyday, it felt odd without his presence in the house, it felt lonely without him.

“I tell her every time, I only want one woman.” He responded, catching your eye as he took the towel off his shoulder to dry the dish he just washed.

“So tell the girl, there’s no use telling me about it if you haven’t told her.” Your heart felt heavy, no matter how many times he’d tried to hint at you that he was in love with you it just never clicked, it might as well had come out of your ass and slid across the floor with a giant sign proclaiming your love for him.

“It’s you.”

Isn’t it just so pretty to think…

“Mom it’s just an anniversary, there really isn’t a need to bring the whole family here. It’s just dinner.” You explained, not knowing she knew more than you.

The ring was in his pocket, lighting it on fire, burning a hole right through the fabric. Frank’s mind couldn’t comprehend that this was happening, it was really happening, after years of pining after you he was going to propose.

All along there was some…

The day had finally come, you’d worked your ass off to get everything perfect and exactly the way you wanted it to be. Teenage you couldn’t believe you were standing here, actually about to become a Castle girl. You weren’t sure how both moms knew it was destined to be but you were glad they did, there wasn’t anyone else in the entire world you’d rather be doing this with.

“I can still remember the first time your mom told me I was destined to be a Castle girl, I had rolled my eyes and scoffed like that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. Why on earth would I want to marry my brother’s best friend? That seemed like torture. As the years went by it became something I couldn’t help but dream about, wondering how our relationship would come to be and if you had the intricate proposal I wanted down to the finest details. Every time you brought a girlfriend around, I hated you. Not really, but as much as a teenager full of angst and the world's largest crush on her brother’s best friend could muster. Then you matured, stopped bringing girls around and paid more attention to me. But you never made a move, I thought I was destined to be the little sister forever. But then, that one night in my kitchen you were complaining about how my mom kept lecturing you about how to treat women and you confessed your feelings. Stopped washing my dishes and gave me a kiss, it was surreal. Comparable to the ending of a coming-of-age movie. You’ve been around my whole life, Frankie, and all along there was some invisible string tying you to me.”

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amhrosina · 1 year

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I Wanna Love Me The Way That You Love Me

(Frank Castle x f!Reader) - Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: Frank uses a mirror to remind insecure!reader how beautiful she is. (In a fluffy and a smutty way!)

Warnings: reader is not very kind to herself, fluffy frank, like FLUFFY frank!!!!, super soft!boy frank, the softest of franks ive ever written, some body descriptions but I tried to keep it super vague, (later on) whew chile smuttttt, fingering, frank makes you watch yourself come in a mirror (lmfao), frank is sort of a dom but in the loosest sense, frank just loves reader so much!!!!!)

A/N - Thank you to @wheredidiputmyfish for being an absolute doll of a beta reader!!! I have a couple more Frank fics otw (i cant help it, i love that stupid man) and a poly!fratt x reader one hopefully soon after that!

You huffed as you pulled the green blouse over your head, annoyed that yet another online purchase didn’t fit right on your body. Just this week alone, you’d already made two trips to the post office, and Frank was bound to ask questions if you went for a third time so soon.

You couldn’t even remember why you’d started buying nicer clothes to begin with, except that Karen always looked nice and Frank had been in love with her at one point, so why wouldn’t the same concept apply to you? The only problem was that you couldn’t seem to find anything that fit you correctly, and the idea that Frank might grow bored with your everyday attire kept you up at night. And of course, Frank had never actually said anything about your clothing choice – this was just the overthinking part of your brain going into overdrive.

You flopped onto the mattress, shoving your face into your palms and groaning. You couldn’t figure out exactly what Frank saw in you, and it was hard not to compare yourself to his late wife or Karen. They were both beautiful women – definitely Frank’s type – and that was not exactly how you’d describe yourself. The thought of it brought tears to your eyes again. You quickly blinked them away when you heard the front door shut.

You joined Frank in the living room, where he was removing his boots. You threw the package you needed to return on the table by the door, and though you tried to do this casually, Frank noticed it and your expression immediately.

“You sendin’ care packages to some other boyfriend or somethin’?” He teased, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You giggled. “No. It’s just another return.”

“Not that I’m not supporting this new wardrobe thing,” he started, eyeing the package by the door, “but why are you returnin’ everything you buy?”

You shrugged. “It just doesn’t fit right.”

“I bet you look great.”

“I don’t think so.” You shrugged again, avoiding his eyes as you stepped into the kitchen.

“Sweetheart.” He followed you into the kitchen, though it was clear he was struggling to figure out how to broach the topic. “Is everything okay? You’re talkin’ down about yourself again.”

Your smile faltered slightly. “I’m fine.”

“Baby,” Frank wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your chest into his, “You’re not fine. You wanna know how I know that?”

You remained silent, avoiding eye contact, but nodded.

“Because you won’t look at me.” You lifted your chin and stared into his warm gaze out of spite. “And because I know you and I love you, I know that you start avoiding me when you feel bad because you think I’m going to miraculously start to hate you and leave.”

You didn’t respond, instead gnawing on your cheek and curling into yourself. Frank’s hold around your waist remained steady, and as you tried to look away from his meaningful gaze, his hand gripped your chin and held it steady, too.

“You’re beautiful, baby.” He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “I love you no matter what you do or wear or say. You’re beautiful.”

You tried to push away from Frank, suddenly aware that you hadn’t fixed your makeup or hair that morning. He was lying. He had to be lying, right? No one thought that about you, least of all Fra-

“Don’t.” Frank was gentle in his coaxing, running his knuckle over your cheekbone in a soothing pattern while pressing his fingers into the small of your back. “Don’t do that to yourself. I love you. I’m not goin’ anywhere. You have to trust me.”

You fiddled with your fingers, wringing them together in an uneasy gesture, unsure of what to say. He gently grasped them and pulled them into his chest, cradling them as he held your gaze.

“Come with me. I wanna show you somethin’.” He murmured, tilting his head toward the bedroom.

You followed close behind him, curiosity outshining your desire to crawl into bed and never get out. He led you to a stop in front of the full-length mirror, resting his hands on your shoulders behind you. A clear and decisive frown formed on your face. The last thing you wanted to do was look at yourself.

“What do you see?” he asked, holding your gaze through the mirror.

“What?” You furrowed your brow.

“What do you see, sweetheart? Be honest.” he asked again, patting your shoulders encouragingly.

“Well, um,” you breathed, starting at the top of your head and making your way down with your observations, “I see dull hair, bags under my eyes, and a nose that’s too big. My shoulders are broad, my hips are too wide, my skin looks lifeless, and I’m wondering why you ever gave me the time of day and why you stay with me when there are so many people out there that would look better standing next to you.”

Frank stayed quiet throughout your assessment, expression turning grave as you brought up your deepest insecurities about yourself. He let you finish your observations before pressing a long kiss to your head.

“Now ask me what I see.” he prompted. Confusion overcame your features again, but he silenced your doubts with an encouraging nod.

“What do you see, Frankie?” You quietly asked, unsure if you really wanted to hear what he had to say.

He brought his finger to your face, tracing each element as he pointed them out in the mirror.

“I see a pair of beautiful eyes and a perfect nose. I see the most sensual lips I’ve ever felt pressed against my mouth. I see a beautiful, strong body that can handle anything thrown its way. Remember when you had to carry me from the living room to the bedroom after I passed out? That shit was impressive, sweetheart.” A soft smile rested on his face as he continued. He folded his arms around your middle and pulled your body against his. “I see hands that hold my entire heart in them, and a body that has all my love. You’re beautiful, baby, and I love you so much. Every piece of you.”

You tried to blink away the tears that clouded your vision, but Frank’s speech combined with his gentle touch and open expression sent a wave of tears down your face. You curled into his hold, turning so you could bury your face in his chest. He cradled you against him while you cried, pressing soft kisses to your hair every few minutes until you were calm enough to look up at him through your eyelashes.

He swiped his thumbs through the tears that had gathered under your eyes. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, blinking up at him. “Thank you. I love you,” you murmured.

He pressed his forehead against yours, which had always been his way of showing love. “Anytime, sweetheart. You hear me? Anytime.”

Bonus Scene: In which Frank comforts you in the bedroom later.

“Frank, what are you doing?”

Your tone was a mixture of confusion and curiosity, combined with the lazy haze that had taken over your body for the time being. Frank had jumped up from his relaxed position between your legs, where he’d licked up every bit of your desire after making you see stars, and had begun fiddling with the floor length mirror across the bedroom.

“Hang on.” He called over his shoulder, tugging the heavy glass across the carpet.

“Why are you moving the mirror?”

“Wanna try somethin’.”

He stepped back, looking between your slick, bare skin and the mirror with a smug expression. You were now face to face with your reflection, and as soon as you realized Frank's plan, a string of fire worked its way directly to your core.

“Wanna show you how perfect you are.” He crawled on the bed behind you, settling himself before tugging your body back against his. Both sets of eyes, yours and Franks, were focused on you, and boy were you a sight to behold.

Your limbs, still shaky from your first orgasm were splayed out, giving both you and Frank the perfect view of your glistening cunt, which was busy clenching around air as Frank worked his needy fingers down your skin.

“Shit, baby. You look fuckin’ perfect like this.” He breathed. The proximity of his warmth to your ear sent a wave of goosebumps down your body, and you had to fight the urge to clench your legs together. “Look at how beautiful you are, sweet thing.” He murmured, holding his gaze on the treasure between your legs.

You looked, fully looked, and felt heat crawling up your neck as his sensuous fingers swiped through your arousal. A low groan emanated from his throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from circling your clit. You watched as a moan left your mouth, your back slightly arching against Frank’s chest.

“You see how perfect you are, sweet girl?” He cooed, circling your clit again. “Your pretty pussy drives me crazy.”

His other hand began to rub your nipple in light circles, and if that weren’t enough to have you gasping for air, the touch of his lips to the spot below your ear was. You squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back against Frank’s shoulder. His fingers halted – no, everything halted – and the whine that came from his sudden stoppage wasn’t entirely a conscious decision of yours.

“You stop looking, I stop moving, sweetheart. You got that? Keep your eyes open.” he asked, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His gaze held no room for negotiation, so you shyly nodded before returning your gaze to your body. His focus remained on your flushed face, panting as he worked you closer to another orgasm.

You could see what he was talking about. For the first time in a long time, the girl that looked back in the mirror wasn’t someone you shied away from. She was beautiful, and confident, and sensual, and she looked good next to Frank.

“You look stunning, baby.” He murmured.

“I know.” You responded, briefly lifting your eyes to his before returning them to his fingers. His winning smile was priceless – wide and open and beautiful, and you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

Light twinkled in your eyes as he inched you closer and closer to your release, and as soon as you locked eyes with Frank again, you were a goner.

Frank worked his fingers around your clit, coaxing out one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever experienced. It washed over you in waves of fire, and it was a struggle to keep your eyes open for it, but you were glad he had asked you to, because you looked glorious coming around his fingers.

You panted, body gleaming with sweat. Your heartbeat finally slowed as you leaned against Frank for support. He ran soothing hands over your limbs, massaging feeling back into them and kissing every inch of skin that he could reach in the process. The silence as you returned to your body was long, but comfortable, and when you finally had full use of your limbs again, you pulled Frank’s arms around you.

He kissed your hair, resting his cheek on your head.

“Do you see what I see now?” he asked, glancing at you through the mirror. You nodded, carefully lifting your chin so you could look at him – the real him – to respond.

“I love you.”

He grinned, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips.

“I love you, sweet girl.”

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wint3r-h3art · 2 years

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Heyy I would like to request where after a long day the reader comes back home and she’s feeling exhausted and when she gets back Frank helps her feel more relaxed by massaging places on her body where she feels a little sore and as he’s doing that he leaves kisses along her back etc and that leads to a heavy make out session but Frank is so gentle with her and they have sex. Sorry is this is so detailed this was a scenario I was imagining😭😭😭❤️

I Got You | Frank Castle x Reader

warnings: fluff with soft smut. Established relationship, fingering, unprotected sex, creampied, implied size kink. Frank is being an absolute teddy bear of a boyfriend.

Word count: 1.6K

18+ ONLY | Minors DNI

A/N: Ah I absolutely love this scenario! Thank you so much for sending in Frank's request! I don't get him often! After I wrote this, I realized I forgot about the heavy making out part. I just went straight to the sexy time. I hope that’s ok! If you liked this, please comment or reblog. It means a lot, and it’s greatly appreciated.

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“Rough day?”

His voice croaked, pulling you out of your little thoughts as you turned after you put on his T-shirt. His eyes melted like molten dark chocolate. His mass frame overwhelmed the apartment's small bedroom.

“Very tiring,” you replied lazily. “Is box mac and cheese ok with you? I just have no energy to cook today.”

Frank didn’t miss your tired voice. “Anything is good, sweetheart,” he said as he made his way to the bed. The soft mattress dipped by the weight of his massive frame. His large palm patted the spot in front of him.

“Come here,” he said softly. The low rumble of his voice sent a slight tremor through your nerve like a gentle earthquake.

You did as he had asked, sitting yourself down right in front of him. Frank was sitting astride your body. You felt small compared to his larger body. His warmness permeated the air around you almost invitingly. He was your comfort and warmth.

Frank slowly massaged your shoulder, squeezing and kneading your flesh firmly. A throaty moan slipped past your lips and the sound made his cock jolt. He knew he shouldn’t get turned on by such a simple act as this, but your voice–God, your voice sounded like it was buried deep inside you.

Another pleasurable groan ripped from your mouth as he continued to work through your stiff muscles. You were clearly unaware of the sort of sinful things that came out of your mouth, and Frank was suffering for it.

Your eyes flew open when you felt his lips on the nape of your neck, kissing you almost gently, eliciting a deep hunger from within you. Your breath started to hitch in your throat as the ache between your thighs was growing prominent and insistent, throbbing not so subtly to your heartbeat. Your attention narrowed on his lips, pinpointing where he would kiss you next.

First, he was at the nape of your neck, then down to your shoulder. His large, calloused hands slipped underneath the oversized t-shirt, making your stomach do a flip as your heart began to raise.

His rough palms skimmed over your stomach, then upward till he grasped both of your breasts. Only then you could feel yourself exhale shakily. Your body slumped against his and you wanted to moan by the way his distinct bulge was pressing against your back. He was rock hard. Your pussy throbbed needily as you imagined the way his cock fit so nicely into your tightness. You were aching to be stuffed by him.

Frank kneaded your breasts lazily as his lips were now on your shoulders. His rough fingers lazily twirled and twisted at your nipples until they were painfully taut.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he asked. Lust was evidence in his voice as he continued his assault upon your soft mounds. Slick began to gather at your pantie, soaking it through as your legs instinctively parted.

Words failed you as you laid your head against his chest all the while that he worked you and strung you up like a tight chord. You could feel his hand slowly moving southward toward your throbbing heat.

His fingers pressed firmly against your clothed slit, and you whined softly in his arms. Frank didn’t say a word as he continued to rub you shamelessly.

“Baby, you’re so wet for me and I barely touch you,” he murmured softly. His hot breath fanned against your ears, only making you become hyper-aware of his touches.

“Look at this,” he said as he pressed his finger against your swollen clit. A soft, whiny cry fell from your lips as your legs threatened to close.

“Keep your legs open or I’ll make you,” he warned. His tone only made you wetter if you weren’t drenching through your panties already. The dangerous edge in his voice thrilled you and made you want to do the thing he said not to do just to find out if he’d followed through with his threat.

Knowing Frank though, he didn’t like fucking around.

You complied willingly, spreading your legs apart to give him more access. Frank not so gently now pushed your pantie to the side and slipped two of his fingers inside you. A soft hiss left your lips and the suddenness. You didn’t push him away though as you welcomed his thick fingers, working your slick heat, pumping them at a slow, tantalizing pace.

He took his time with you, stroking you and filling you with his fingers as he nibbled the shell of your ear gently.

“Fuck, look at how your pussy squeezes my fingers. Are you imagining me fucking you with my cock?”

You nodded, but Frank wanted you to say it, so he drew out his fingers all the way out before he pushed them all the way till he was knuckled deep inside your drenched heat.

You let out a cry as your body jolted. “Yes, baby! Yes. I want you to fuck me with your big fat cock so bad,” you whined against his chest.

You could feel Frank smirking against your shoulders before he withdrew his hand away from you, leaving you high and dry. You let out a protesting whine before you felt yourself being flipped over onto your back. His body covered yours in a matter of seconds before his lips found yours again, kissing you with a newfound urgency.

His dexterous fingers worked their way around your pantie, slowly sliding it off you. You let out a hiss as the cold air hit your bare pussy, but Frank didn’t let you have time to think as he settled himself between your thighs.

His hands slid underneath your ass, and he pulled you till your pussy was flushed against his bulge. Frank began to ground his hips against you, and you would have sworn your eyes were now rolling to the back of your skull as jolts of pleasure shot through you.

He was a fucking menace for teasing you and edging you like this.

“Frank, baby, please,” you begged softly as you tried to grab onto the pillow with your might, but to no avail. You could feel yourself strung up tighter at the friction, but Frank was relentless.

It felt like ages as you laid there when you knew it wasn’t that long. He was finally given into your soft pleading and begging. Frank finally had enough of the teasing. He pulled back slightly and slid the gray sweatpants down. Then his shirt was next, throwing it over his shoulder with little care.

His mouth descended upon yours once more as you felt his hand begin your thighs, rubbing the fat head of his cock against your slick first before he pushed himself all the way inside you, making you moan in unison.

It always felt like the first time all over again by his sheer size. Your body felt like it was set ablaze from the inside before it melted into something more as pleasure began to course through you. He always stretched you out so deliciously, stroking that hunger inside you.

He withdrew himself almost to the edge, then pushed deep inside you. His body was hard and forceful, his muscles taut, sending your body rocked against the bed. You fought to control the noise that threatened to escape from your mouth, though the effort was fruitless by the way he was fucking you so deep and hard. You barely have any sort of self-control left.

Your hands flew to his back, nails dug into his hardback. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he continued to set the pace, setting your body on fire. Frank grunted deeply every time he thrust into you. He sounded so primal and so feral that all you did was let yourself go.

His cock somehow felt bigger as he thrust into you faster and wilder. You were both panting now as both of your bodies slicked with perspiration. Then his hand flew to the apex of your thighs, where both of your bodies joined.

Cupping your slick pussy, he squeezed and rubbed at the hard nub, not even bothering to be gentle anymore.

“I got you baby. I got you,” he whispered almost sinfully.

His roughness drove you straight to the edge as your body ascended by the pleasure. Your wall fluttered around him, squeezing him till you let out a shout.

You came around him hard as he continued to hammer into you. Your body arched off the bed as intense pleasure shot through you.

Frank groaned into your throat as his hips continued to drive into you as he gave you a few more thrusts, shoving his cock so hard up your inside that you felt like he might have rearranged your inside.

He cried out your name. It was deep and gravel almost like an animal. His body strained as he came inside you, spurting his hot cum inside of you, flooding you with nothing by his release.

You lay underneath him, panting. Your body felt heavy and sluggish as you bathed into the afterglow of your orgasm.

Eventually, Frank pulled himself out and laid his large body beside you. His soft brown eyes melted into you with devotion. A crooked smile etched upon his features as his fingers traced your cheek.

“Told you, I got you,” he said lazily.

“I know, baby, and I've never doubted you.”

You turned and laid on his chest as he stroked your back. The tenderness made you want to cry because you know this moment is reserved only for you.

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montysstuffs · 2 years

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😚💨🍃with Dbf Frank castle

Warnings: brief mentions of sex, smoking 🍃

AN: a tiny bit of a long one, but I was chillin and was like “know what would be great? If Frank/Jon were here.” So here we are. As usual, please do enjoy and I might make a smuttier one later 😙✌🏾

•your parents are on vacation, so that’s one nuisance out of your hair, besides your job. your parents aren’t really a nuisance. They can just be a bit overbearing. So when they say they’re going on vacation, you pretty much push, no, shove them out the door.

•you’re sitting on your couch as you open up your stash box after a long shower. your hair is pulled up and wet, but of course you’ll style it later. Not like you’re going anywhere. you blast your favorite music as you roll up.

•all you need was a little stress relief. To just float away on a breezy cloud as you flick open your lighter. you could already feel the fuzzy sensation, starting as a buzz in your head

•the music begins coursing through your veins with every passing second, until you’re up and dancing like no one’s watching. Singing along to the music in your robe, and messy hair.

•until the front door opens. you can’t hear it as the music is too loud. Frank is standing in the doorway of the living room. He watches you dance around to the beat of the music in nothing but a pretty robe that fell so nicely on your curves, but kept a bit to the imagination. You don’t notice as you back into him while taking another hit.

•”uhh hi”

•”hey, peaches” (god I fucking love that nickname). “Looks like you’re having a blast while mommy and daddy are away”

•you roll your eyes at him, slowly backing into the kitchen counter as he approaches you. “you don’t have to call them ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy.’ Im a fucking adult, ya know.”

•”sure you are. And that’s why you’ve got this pretty little number on. All for me?”

•you scoff and roll your eyes at his apparent cockiness. “no, actually. I was just relaxing.”the joint now hidden behind your back like he really couldn’t see you smoking just a few moments ago.

•he smirks down at you, now that he’s got you cornered. He reaches his arm behind you to grab it, but you put your hand further back. Unfortunately, Frank’s arms are a bit longer than yours.

•he plucks it with both fingers and smiles as it isn’t lit anymore. You must’ve put it out while it was behind you.

•”I won’t tell your mommy and daddy, if you let me hit”

•your eyes widen at the proposition. Your eyes searching Frank’s for some type of chink in his armor. A half-smile or something

•and there it was. That castle smirk you know all too well. He was fucking with you

•”-the blunt. I meant hit the blunt.”

•but your façade doesn’t crumble as quickly as his. It takes two to tango. You shrug your shoulders at him and cross your arms.

•” ‘s a shame. I could’ve taken you up on that offer.”

•you take the blunt back from his fingers and light it to take a hit. He is staring at you in awe, only coming back down to earth once you blow a smoke ring into his face.

TBC? 👀👀👀

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ultrablackwidower · 2 years

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If Walls Could Talk

Frank Castle x reader Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst, Mentions of violence, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Physical Injuries Length: 2k Words

But all because it felt like old times, it didn’t mean it was. Two years was a long time, and if the apartment walls could talk they would have been telling him all the ways she, too, had changed.

There was very little left of the soldier he had met. Now, half heaved over herself, was just a woman made of chaos. She was a closed discussion with no beginning or middle. Instead of the meat, she had somehow become the maggot. Went from soldier to hitman. From hitman to…this.

It had been three days since she had been home.

Home was the shittiest one bedroom, one bathroom apartment in the darkest part of New York City. It was a kitchen tap that never stopped dripping, a living room with one leather couch that was half bleached from the sun that pushed itself through the dirty windows. Windows that were covered in newspapers. But at least it was somewhere for her to rest her bones.

And how her bones ached.

Fighting a few gangsters wasn’t anything new to her. Yet when she stalked her way into that garage, she found she had miscalculated the number of friends they’d have during his recon phase. Two weeks of searching, of waiting, of watching— down the fucking drain. And she was surprised a few of her teeth didn’t go down with it.

Big guns, lots of ammo, and a huge space to cover. The disadvantage was all hers from the moment she made herself known, and the rest of them followed suit. But she thought she had things handled until the weight of a heavy chain swung around her throat and yanked her off of her feet. Landed on her back with bone-breaking force before her attacker began to drag her around like an abused cat.

The only reason she got out alive was because a bullet went through his head. A sniper shot from somewhere far enough away that she didn’t even hear it. Barely noticed a window in the garage shatter while she strangled out her breath, clawed at her neck and prayed her windpipe wasn’t crushed.

A ghost had saved her. Another jackass she now had to be weary of— they had obviously seen her there at the crime scene, had watched long enough and waited. Which meant they had an agenda of their own, and she needed to know if it would put them in her way or not.

It was all she could think about as she tossed her apartment keys into the bowl by the front door and staggered to her sink. The stink of blood was all over her. Clinging to her skin, clothes and hair. It wasn’t all her own, but she knew how much red she coughed up when the chain went slack around her throat. Could feel the break of the rib rattle at her side every time she inhaled and exhaled.

As much as she hated to admit mission failure, she knew most of the blood was her own.

She fucked this one up.

It felt like she was four minutes from a heart attack as she pressed a warm washcloth to her face and began to scrub at her skin. She knew a layer would be missing before she could see her own colour again. Everything tingled with agony. There was so much pain running through her body that it all blurred together, ran her on autopilot.

That instinct was the only thing that moved her when she heard the floorboard creak in her living room. Her limbs moved on their own to drop the cloth onto the old hardwood as she spun, kitchen knife flinging from her hand.

It flew through the air with the quietest whistle, only to be swiftly sidestepped by a massive figure dressed in all black. Combat boots lazily tied, laces stretched and well-loved. A hood pulled low over a face that glowered at her from its shadow.

“Still ain’t fast enough,” a familiar gruff voice huffed, hands in his pockets.

She felt herself let out a laugh. It was a crazed sound, one that was borderline delirious and made up of only amused disbelief. Leaning back against the counter, her body began to relax. Adrenaline was sweating itself out of her and she knew it was only a matter of time before she crashed. So, while it was lasting, she wanted to use it.

Needed to keep herself on her two feet if she was gonna greet an old friend.

“Frank fucking Castle. You look pretty alive for a dead man.”

He pulled his hood back, ran his hand over his head. She stared at him, wondering what she must look like from his point of view if he looked this different after two years. His clean military buzz-cut was replaced with soft waves that brushed against his neck, nose was a big more crooked too. Broken a few more times. Those soft eyes of his were now hardened and watchful, moons beneath them as though he wouldn’t be able to remember when he last had a good night of sleep if she dared to ask.

The only thing familiar about him was his imposing beauty. Dark and wonderful.

“And you look like shit,” Frank said to her in reply, dropping the duffel bag from his shoulder onto her couch. “Serves you right, getting into situations you can’t always get yourself out of.”

With a roll of her eyes, she pressed her lips together. Of course. “And do I have you to thank for that expert shot?”

She remembered the gasp of relief that squeaked out of her when that chain went slack. Being dragged against a concrete floor by a garrote had felt like she was going to be ripped apart. Head at one end of the garage, body twitching on the other. But she didn’t feel entirely grateful; if he had been watching her, it would’ve been nice if he had stepped in a bit earlier. Maybe even given her a helping hand through the whole fight.

But he wouldn’t be her Frank if he didn’t see a lesson in it that needed teaching the hard way. There was nothing better than a bit of tough love. They learned that together on the battle field back in Iraq.

“You don’t have to thank me. Because now you owe me,” he answered with a chuckle, finding her annoyance amusing.

“Will a beer suffice?” she asked, stumbling toward her scratched up refrigerator, barely being able to open it when she began to feel the pain making itself known again.

Somehow, he ended up behind her. His strong arm snaked under hers and plucked the first dark bottle he could reach, and popped the cap off the edge of the countertop. Just like old times— like there wasn’t a thing wrong in the world, and this was just a pit stop for them to enjoy. A beer, a bit of takeout, and maybe a cigarette smoked out an open window.

But all because it felt like old times, it didn’t mean it was. Two years was a long time, and if the apartment walls could talk they would have been telling him all the ways she, too, had changed.

A woman who looked death in the eye and laughed, daring for it to take her. Sometimes, she even wished it did. Especially now, as she declined to take a beer for herself knowing that it would do nothing to her but burn. And she didn’t want any more pain.

Didn’t know if she could take it right now.

“Glad you’re still so easily satisfied—” she began, suddenly feeling something catch in her throat.

She sputtered and coughed, feeling like she was choking on her own oxygen. She fell with the impact of the shudder, crashing to her knees and elbows, desperately trying to push something up. The taste in her mouth was vile. Sour and coppery, mixed with salty sweat as it rolled down her face. She was suffocating.

Until she felt something hot on her tongue and spat it out.

A huge black and red blob that showed her reflection as she stared at it, completely dumbfounded. It had been a while since she had so much internal damage.

“Shit, sweetheart,” Frank hissed, nearly spilling his beer as he set it on the counter and knelt next to her. Brushed her hair back from her face as she took one deep breath in. Then out. Then rolled onto her back like a dying animal.

She could feel the blood from her mouth drip down her jaw and toward her ears as she laid there, ready to never move from this spot ever again. “This? It’s nothing,” she said hoarsely. “I’d rather look like this than a hipster.”

He chuckled at her, the sound filled with little amusement as he hooked one arm under her knees and the other to cradle behind her shoulders. She heard herself whimper as he lifted her off of the floor. Like she weighed no more than a bag of feathers to him.

“Shut your mouth before I decided to drop you,” he said, a softness to his face as he carried her across the apartment and into her bedroom.

It was small. Had only a side table, a rack of clothes against the wall, and a mattress on the floor with a lamp in the corner. But it was comfortable enough. She had hid herself away here enough days, hiding from her own demons, and had grown to love its bare necessities.

Frank set her down gently, having to kneel in order to set her down. He had pulled back her blankets to make sure she could be covered up again, taking off her boots before he did so. Tucking her in like precious cargo being secured in the back of a plane.

It made her wonder where he had gone for two years. Made her wonder why she hadn’t been good enough for him to stay. They had fought alongside each other both on the battlefield, and in this concrete jungle of a city. And just when she looked at him and felt brave enough to tell him how beautiful he looked even when covered in someone else’s blood, or sat on the floor with tears in his eyes and no hope in his hands….he left her.

Just like everyone else.

And when he brushed her hair back from her forehead and began to stand, starting for the bedroom door, she felt like he was doing it again. Was leaving before she could ask him how he was, and what he had been doing living as a ghost, and why he was here if he was happy enough being dead instead of here. With her.

It was worse than any physical pain that could’ve been inflicted.

She shot her hand out, gripping a spot of loose fabric on the back of his black jeans. She didn’t know why she did it, her eyes fluttering shut against her will. There was a terrible fear bubbling in her chest saying if she fell asleep, she’d wake up and realize he was just a dream. Just another ghost coming and going.

“I’m glad you came back,” she whispered.

The fabric slipped out of her grasp and she could feel nothing but weight overcome her. Exhaustion and pain were drugging her, and she didn’t care about the dried blood in her bedsheets, or the agony she would be in when morning came. Maybe she was dead already and didn’t know it yet. Maybe she was here, alone, just like she always was.

And it was why she wasn’t sure if she imagined the edge of the mattress dipping next to her. She wasn’t sure if the softness of something pressing against her cheek was real; if the warm breath she felt was really there or not.

All she knew for certain as she fell into sleep was that if it was real, she may not remember in the morning.

Maybe Frank knew that too, because when he spoke he did so after unconsciousness took over her. “It’s good to be home.”

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Scoundrel | Grady Travis x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Great got it!

So i was wondering if i could request a fic whit Grady Travis and a male reader where they are having an argument over a game of cards and while their arguing they get called an old married couple by another member of the Crue, wich they deny profusely but it makes them realize some feelings they have for eachother for the first time.

Thank you sm

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summary: oh, Grady is a fucking asshole when it comes to card games - but maybe you could live with it.

tws: swearing, smoking, gambling

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Grady cheated. Whenever it came to playing cards with you, he always cheated to try and get one over you, but it never worked as you could see right through him; gambling for cigarettes, gambling just to pass the time while Collier made the tank stop for a while in allied camps. He would try to secure food, fuel, ammunition - pretty much anything he could get his hands on - which always gave you and Grady time to kill.

But he was cheating something awful at the moment, and although you usually just laughed it off and told him to stop, you couldn’t take it anymore, and sighed heavily as you set your cards down, glaring at him; he glared back, those big brown eyes so fucking hard to resist that you nearly shut up immediately and forgot what you were about to say. But then he smiled, a shit eating grin on his face, and you remembered every fucking word that you wanted to say to him; you leaned back, lit a cigarette, and shook your head.

“You are a fucking awful cheater, Grady.”

“I’m not cheating,” he scoffed. “You’re just a shit player.”

Your glare was harsh, but Grady knew you far too well; he knew you would sit there and seethe and wish that you could rip his throat out, but that you would never do it in a thousand years. You would just shout at him until he made you laugh. He always found it easy to make you laugh, especially when he flirted with you - his secret little weapon. He grinned.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” you grumbled. “You’re a fucking cheat.”

Grady scoffed. “You’re just a shit player, I keep telling you that.”

“I’m not even that shit a player,” you bit back. “Or at least, I wouldn’t be if you actually played by the fucking rules.”

“I’m not pulling my fucking punches for you,” he couldn’t help but to laugh a little. “What? Do you think you’re special just ‘cause you’re the hottest guy here?”

“Oh fuck-”

“Quit it,” Collier huffed as he walked past. “You’re acting like a married couple again.”

“Me?” You scoffed. “Married to that cheating bastard? Never!”

“Oh, please,” Grady growled. “You’d fucking love to marry me!”

You shook your head, thinking that your heart was only pounding at the thought solely because you despised him that much. “You’re a scoundrel - I’d despise being married to you!”

“And I’d despise being married to your uptight ass,” he hissed. “Fucking getting all huffy at a card time all the time.”

“I do not get fucking huffy!” You huffed as you turned away from him, shaking your head again as you finished your cigarette and threw the butt at him. “Asshole. I’d hate to marry you.”

Grady quirked a brow, tilting his head to the side as he examined your features for a moment; he had you exactly where he always wanted you. He couldn’t deny that he did find it cute when you bickered with him, when you got so huffy and started to sulk; he knew that you liked his big brown eyes, he had caught you looking enough times to realise that you would always look away when he gave you his attention. He knew that you liked his jokes, always the loudest laugh in the room whenever he told the most disgusting ones. He knew that you had a soft spot for him.

Of course he didn’t want to admit that, though, as it would mean having to admit that he… kind of felt the same way, he guessed. He liked your eyes, he liked it when you glared at him and he got a really good look of the colour, nearly getting lost in the process every time. He liked that you laughed so loudly whenever he told his grossest jokes, he liked to hear the sound more than anything, as well as the sheer joy on your face. He liked that you had a soft spot for him. He liked a lot of things about you, but those were absolutely his favourite in the world. Especially when you got flustered and ended up storming away when he flirted with you.

But what Grady didn’t know was that you were starting to doubt yourself as you sat there.

Sure, he was funny, with his stupid disgusting jokes. Sure, he had those big brown eyes that you could always get lost in whenever you glared at him for too long, and those far too kissable lips just to make matters even worse. Sure, you liked it when he laughed, and you liked it even more when he spoke with that kind of growl to his voice. You liked it when he teased you, more than you could say, and maybe you did like it when he bickered with you so much and always made you laugh at the end.

Maybe you wouldn’t mind being married to him so much. Maybe Grady was just the kind of guy that you wanted to be with in the end, even if you would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Maybe belonging to Grady wouldn’t be so bad, even if he did cheat at cards whenever he had the chance; even if he was a little gross and he was a little bit of a bastard, but… but maybe you could live with that.

It wasn’t even like he wasn’t attractive, if anything, he was probably the most attractive man you had ever met in your life. He was still an asshole, though.

“Y’know,” Grady said quietly. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“What?”

“Being married,” he murmured, shrugging. “Maybe I could live with a husband who gets huffy at a little bit of cheating.”

You glared at him for a moment, then shook your head. “You wouldn’t settle down.”

“Maybe for the right guy… maybe for a guy who’s uppity.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you tore your gaze away from him again. “Don’t be a teasing asshole.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, well…” you shrugged, swiping a hand down your face. “Maybe I could learn to live with a guy who cheats at every fucking poker game.”

“Even if he’s a scoundrel?”

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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Stitches // BONUS

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: It's mother's day!

Warnings: mention of smut at the end

This is very short and sweet <3 Happy Mother's Day to all mothers, aunts and caregivers out there today!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 BONUS

MASTERLIST

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"Happy mother's day Mariah."

Frank placed a bouquet of her favourite flowers on her grave, kissed the tips of his fingers and touched her headstone. Although he now had a lovely lady waiting back at home for him and a new family of his own, he'd never forget the three that were no longer there with him.

"Dada..dada.." Rowan babbled away in his father's arms, pinching Frank’s cheeks with his chubby hands.

"Alright buddy, let's go."

Leaving the cemetery behind, Frank headed for his truck to strap Rowan into his seat and got in before pulling away from the curb. He left Y/N in bed this morning to get her some flowers and a few other things to surprise her with during the course of the day. Frank wanted her to sleep in today without any disturbances hence he brought Rowan along with him.

The drive home wasn't a long one, Frank pulled up to the curb and killed the engine before getting out to get to his son as well as the stuff he bought. Rowan had spent the entire drive back babbling and squealing in delight while he played with his toy that played music with each button he pressed. Frank swore he was going to shove that toy down Foggy's throat whenever he saw him again.

Once the front door was shut behind them, he placed the toddler on the ground and handed him the bouquet of white lilies.

"Take this to mummy, Row." Frank whispered to the child who eagerly walked off to the dining table where Y/N was having her cup of coffee.

"Mum..mum."

"Oh my goodness, thank you baby." Y/N took the bouquet from his tiny hands and kissed his cheeks before he could run off to play with his toys in the living room. Frank walked over to her and tipped her head back using his thumb and index finger.

"Happy mother's day sweetheart."

"Thank you." He leaned down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.

"Get a room you two." Amy joined the pair at the table causing them to break apart as she wrapped her arms around Y/N’s neck from behind, kissing her cheek in the process.

"Happy mother's day, thank you for being such a great mom to Rowan and I, love you Y/N."

"I love you too Amy."

"I got you a few other things." Frank placed the bag in front of her and she dug through the contents. He'd gotten her the chocolates she loved as well as some other things she'd been craving for lately.

"I appreciate it. Now, who's hungry?" Amy took that as her cue to get started on breakfast, brushing off Y/N’s offer to help.

"Just know that this was the savory gift I could've given you around those two. Tonight you're all mine." Frank lightly nibbled on her ear, teasing her.

Y/N bit down on her bottom lip just thinking about the sex that they were going to have once they went to bed for that night.

"You're such a tease Mr. Castle."

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s1ater · 2 years

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scars full of lies.

pairings. frank castle x fem!reader

about. frank is hoping to keep his vigilante life a secret, but it’s hard when reader asks questions that brings that wish to risk

warnings. lying? nothing really

ricky rocks. ma man 🤗

scars on the back of his neck.

that's it. that’s what you thought about a lot. especially when night rounded around the corner and you were having a hard time finding sleep. so, instead of counting sheep, you counted his scars by memory.

you wondered how they surfaced on his body and who made the execution to create such deep cuts on his body in hopes to hurt him. frank was a scary man. you understood that. but who was scared enough to hurt him?

or not scared at all?

you thought about frank a lot more than you’d like to admit. you knew he’d tease you and you already had a hard enough time dealing with that—it would be a field day for him if he knew what went on in your head.

“you alright?”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you smiled softly to the concern that erupted through franks voice as he looked up from the book he read. you adjusted your place next to him, sinking deeper into the couch and deeper into his side, cuing him to go ahead continue reading with the nod of your head.

but he didn’t look back down to his book like you had hoped, “what’s going through your mind right now, sweetheart?”

you smiled at the name and your cheeks began to grow warm when his hand reached and clasped the back of your neck softly, as if to pull you in closer.

fuck.

he always got you, if not with his words, then his affectionate actions.

“i don’t know, i just think, frank,” you mumbled, not wanting to finish your thought.

his brows narrowed, struck slightly confused, “yeah, well i hope so.”

“no, i mean, i think about you, frank, a lot,” you were hesitant with your words, not sure if you should speak them aloud, because the thing was, you felt it shouldn’t be that way.

you met frank on the subway station after he saved you from tripping onto the tracks before never really seeing him again until a month later at a coffeehouse—accidentally spilling coffee on him before recognition kicked in and the two of you sat down together.

it felt like talking to your father—scolding you for being so clumsy with both encounters you two had and telling you, you should really study your surroundings more. and then the cell phone thing—

“can i get you number, you know, just to thank you some other time, more properly.”

he had froze from putting his coat on, a hesitant look immediately overcoming his face causing you to cringe, wondering what had gone wrong despite everything going so smoothly for you two being strangers.

“oh, i mean you don’t have to, i just—“

“no, i just don’t really have a phone, at the moment,” he finally had his brown coat slung over himself, giving you a sympathetic smile. “i recently moved into the area, lost my cell in the process and really haven’t found time to replace it.”

what a lie, was what you thought.

“i’m not really a good with a phone in the first place,” he shrugged before pulling out a pen he had in his pocket, sitting back down. “this is my p.o. box, write me a letter sometime.”

he winked, before getting up and walking away.

but it seemed since day one, frank was never one to track, someone who didn’t want to be held down.

he didn’t get a phone until five months after you sent your first letter, but he still couldn’t keep track of the thing for the life of him.

“you want to tell me what it is you think about?” his finger tips teased the side of your face before tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear.

“i feel like… i barely know you,” you pause, feeling uneasy about your words, “i mean, i worry because i don’t know who you were before we met.”

“same person as i am now,” he smiles.

“yes, but,” you sigh, taking a step back in your head, attempting to recuperate. he studied your face with a sudden hard frown, studying the emotions that were crossing your face. you suddenly set your hand on the back of his neck, your finger tips finding one of the many scars easily and tracing it back and forth. “this. i want to know about this.”

his lips twitched upward, “my scars?”

he seemed confused as to what was so fascinating about them, making you feel dumb by the way you couldn’t help but nod eagerly.

“okay…” his tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he thought while his eyes strayed from yours. “i had a bit of rough childhood, i’d come home almost everyday to my mom screaming at me, for no reason.”

he shook his head, a look of distress coming across his face as he spoke, almost reliving that moment, “one day, i had came home a little bit later than usual for whatever reason—maybe i saw a dog, i don’t know—but it just wasn’t her day,” he tsked, his head slightly shaking, “threw a glass vase my way, shattered and sliced my neck all up. one of many, many marks,” he slid his sleeve up, brining light to the small scars that tore up his arms. “she had a short temper.”

a lie. frank was full of lies, but it was better if you didn’t know the truth. and it was good that you ate it up, because he couldn’t imagine how you’d react to the real reason half his body was full of scars and hidden wounds.

“frank, i’m so sorry,” your arms wrapped around his neck as you had practically thrown yourself to his body, a feeling of remorse overcoming you as you held him as close as you could. “you didn’t deserve that.”

even if it was true, he probably did. he deserved every little mark of pain on his body, even more so for lying to you about it.

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Prompt List!

In honor of hitting 1.3K, here is my new prompt list!

Send me a person + a dialogue prompt <3

People

Chris Evans / Andy Barber / Ari Levinson

Bucky Barnes

Henry Cavill

Jon Bernthal / Frank Castle

Dean Winchester

Daryl Dixon

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Prompts

Fluff

"I think I'm gonna fail this test-" "It's okay, you pass in my heart." "That means nothing."

"Am I your favorite?" "I like your dog a bit more than you, I won't lie."

“wherever you want to go, i promise i’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“Do you think we’re friends in every universe?”

“you’re interesting and different and I like that.”

“I feel like I can tell you anything.”

“Please don’t ever become a stranger.”

“I like being alone but I'd rather be alone with you.”

“you're not burdening me, my love. taking care of you is my responsibility.”

“don't worry, I'll be here when you're awake.”

"You have given me enough memories to last a lifetime."

“We should compare hands, you know. science.” “what?” “what? it’s not like we haven’t done anything worse.”

“how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” “Well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that.”

“they would be so mad if they found out.” “fuck ‘em”

“Dying is easy. I’d live for you. I’d go through anything for you,”

“When I’m with you, I’m not just existing, I’m living,”

“You’re best decision I’ve ever made,”

“Nothing would ever stop me from loving you,”

“i got you sweetheart, come here”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet that we will end up together.”

Angst

“I’ve been horrible to you this whole time, on purpose, to drive you away. Why do you keep coming back?” “Because you’re the only one who isn’t treating me like I’m some fragile, innocent little thing to protect.”

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

"I am here to tell you that I cannot meet you anymore."

“you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me”

“i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking”

“You broke me, and I’m never going to be the person I was before I met you,”

“I’m hurting and you’re still pushing. Why?”

“I was all alone.”

“I’m leaving.” — “I expected nothing more.”

“Please don’t make me say goodbye to you.”

“I’ve spent too long letting my heart break for you, I have to let go. Please, let me go.”

“I cried for you and then I got over you. You have no right trying to reverse that.”

“There’s been an accident.”

“Sometimes, it’s easier to just not say goodbye.”

“Walk away, that’s what you’re good at.”

“I don’t want to go alone.” “Just close your eyes and we’ll be together before you know it.”

“It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” “Maybe you never did in the first place.”

“It’s the first time we’ve seen her since everything happened.”

“It’s been the best three months of my life, I want you to know that.”

"It's hard, but one day I'll just be a story you tell someone else."

Smut

“You look so good beneath me.”

“Shut up, you’re going to get us caught,”

“Will you be gentle with me?” “Absolutely not,”

“I am not going to be that easy.” “Really? Because I can tell you’re about to be putty in my hands.” “Why don’t you give it your best shot, [name].”

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.” “You started this, don’t even put it on me.” “You’re the one with your hands all over me, sweetheart.”

“You better put your mouth to good use before I murder you.” “As you wish [title in a teasing tone].”

“Need help getting out of those clothes?”

“oh, no, don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the view.”

"did you really think we were just going to bed?"

“We can’t just fuck on the side of the road!” “Can’t we?”

“swallow it, that’s a good girl”

“You wanna make me a daddy huh?”

“oh honey, you take it so well”

“you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, hands down”

“all I know is, it’s taking everything in me not to fuck the living shit out of you right now”

“Do you want to continue this in the shower?”

“The game is, either of us is only allowed to touch the other with their mouth.”

"I don't care how good it feels, you'd better not cum until I tell you to."

"When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."

"When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore."

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piratesfromspace · 2 years

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After the Rain (Punisher x Reader)

Frank Castle (the Punisher) x Reader

Word count: 2k Rated: Explicit

This is a very personal piece I actually imagined a few months ago while being in the hospital to try and comfort myself. I'm fine now and wanted to share this short story.

CW: smut (fingering, p in v), hurt/comfort, angst, mention of hospital, wounds, bruises, blood, implied disease

It's not written from a "you" point of view, but there is no description and no name for the girlfriend character.

MASTERLIST

Frank had learned from Claire she was at the hospital. She was safe and somewhat sound, but still, waiting for her to be able to go home was agony.

As soon as they walked into her flat for the first time in a week, she begged him for a shower. He let the hot water flow, warming up the air of the bathroom, before helping her undress, his hands hovering over her skin, barely daring to touch her, like she was so fragile, his unworthy touch would be enough to make her crumble.

They stepped under the water, the warm and soft embrace of the steam a blessing. He helped her wash her body and her hair, massaging her scalp, gently scrubbing her skin trying to remove the traces of glue left by the many plasters. She flinched when he pressed a little too harshly on one of the fresh bruises, and he cursed himself, guilt already creeping inside his skull, only stopped by her reassuring hand on his cheek. It’s ok, she seemed to say, the hint of a sad smile on her lips, boring silently into his eyes. They did not talk, the silence only filled by the soft sound of the water, cleansing both their bodies and their minds.

Once she was clean and dry, she headed for her room. It was the middle of the day, but she needed to lie down for a bit, desperate for a nap in her own bed. She yearned for the comforting scent of her sheets, the perfect weight of her duvet, not the scratchy and disturbingly light blanket of the hospital. She craved the familiar sounds of her street and not the uninterrupted loud remarks of the nurses only punctuated by the cries and protests of the older confused patients. She was so grateful to have access to all this care in the first place, but it didn’t mean the experience was nice.

“Come here” Frank invited her, once he was settled in the bed, opening his arms. She did not bother to dress, slipping under the sheets to press her body against him. He started to protest when she tried to remove the T-shirt he just put on, but she shushed him up with a whispered “please, ‘need to feel you.”. Who was he to deny her?

She clutched at him with surprising strength giving the fact she was just out of the hospital, like he was some sort of raft. Her very own lifeboat she did not want to let get away. Needing him to keep her sanity, and to not burst out crying right there. He indulged her for a while, petting her head, burying his own face into her neck, filling his lungs with her smell, comforting her as much as he was comforting himself.

“Let me take a look.” he finally asked softly. She reluctantly let go of him, so he could study the damages on her body, now that the dried blood and the orange-y antiseptic had been washed away.

The skin of her chest was littered with half a dozen of big red squares, just above her breast down to her belly, marking where the cold ECG electrodes were stuck. If her legs were free of scrapes, her arms were painful to look at. One very long bruise was snaking its way up her left forearm, following along the path of one of the veins that accidentally burst when the nurse tried to install the drip too fast. It was already turning a mean yellow, contrasting with the many scarlet pinpricks and scratches scattered on her wrists up to the crook of her elbows, where too many needles were shoved into her flesh and where the catheter tightly strapped to her arm had dug into the delicate skin with each of her movement. Her hands also bore the marks of her misfortune, small blue circles caused by the repetitive blood sugar tests adorning the tip of most of her fingers.

He had seen it all. The reds and the blues and the yellows and the many shades the human skin can take when it has been torn apart by a blade or a bullet or a fist. Seen it on others. Seen it on himself.

But seeing it on her, it was different. It made him panic, breath hitching in his throat, muscles clenched, ready to fight, before realizing it was already done, it was too late for him to step in. And there was no revenge to be sought. No one to blame and hunt down and beat to a pulp. Because every mark on her body was the mere result of others trying to help her. Others. Not him.

It hit him. All of a sudden. He could have lost her. For real. And he would have been useless. His strength? His skills? His resilience? Useless.

There was nothing he could have done. Pure unfiltered terror started to slither at the back of his skull, slowly smothering the light of hope her return had cast into his dark sky. Hopefully, his flight or fight response took over. Terror was not an option. His body and mind had gone through too much for him to dwindle on this feeling for more than a few seconds. Adrenaline and instinct kicked in, powerful and familiar. If he couldn’t search and destroy, then he would comfort and protect.

He kissed every patch of angry skin he came across, every scar he could see, every bruise he encountered. He did so reverently, as if she was something precious and sacred, as if his lips could miraculously wash away the pain and the hurt.

As he kept mouthing on the soft skin of her inner arms, tiredness finally caught up with her, and she gently drifted into sleep. Frank couldn’t join her, sleep usually did not come easy to him, so there, in the middle of the day, with her huddled by his side like a small animal he should watch over, it was definitely not happening.

Nonetheless he must have dozed off for a minute because he got back to his senses when he felt her shift against him. Outside, the sun was still shining, the lazy rays of the late afternoon filtered by the sheer curtains bathing the room in a soothing glow.

“Hi, you’re back” if his rough voice was the only sound she could hear for the rest of her life, she would have been happy.

The flattering light was bouncing off her skin, catching in her lashes, making her sleepy eyes glint with a warm spark. She looked so beautiful like this, naked and trusting and he could not help feeling the sweet tendrils of arousal coiling around the base of his spine. He could not demand that of her right now, but when she locked eyes with him and deliberately shifted again, her legs intertwining with his, he knew he had to ask.

“What does my sweet girl want?” “Please, Frank, I want to feel ...alive.”

The need in her voice left very little room for doubt regarding what she really wanted. And when her lips found his own, there was no doubt left at all. She kissed him desperately, like she was just going back from war, finding him again after months of gruesome battle and heart wrenching loneliness. She had been gone only a handful of days, but for both of them, it had felt like an eternity.

He was still a bit unsure at first, still a bit afraid to hurt her in some way, but she begged him again, pressing her body against his with renewed resolve. His hands soon found her waist, then her hips. Solid and strong and warm on her skin when he brought her pelvis down to his stomach, where she left a smear of her wetness. Feeling her already dripping finished to convince him to go ahead, and he let one of his hands wander even lower, diving between her thighs.

He cupped her sex gently, making sure to look on her face for any trace of hesitation, but he found none. Instead she just pushed herself inside his burning palm, and her breath suddenly quickened as he started to stroke her folds. Patiently, he touched her everywhere, awakening all the nerves in its path, before finally focusing on her clit. Lips sealed over hers, Frank drank all her soft moans and gasps, his left arm holding her close without any way for her to feel like he would let her go.

His right hand was working between her legs, slow and unhurried, whereas she was growing restless.

“More” she whispered on his lips. Dipping even lower, he pressed her open, one finger filling her, soon joined by another. There was a chuckle when, eager, she started to grind against the calloused skin on the palm of his hand, while his fingers were searching for that spot inside of her.

“I want you...” she whispered again, “Need you…”. He was already rock hard in his briefs, almost leaking, and when her hand closed around his length he couldn’t suppress a grunt. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself into her heat, to make her feel good, to help her forget the despair of the past days.

Moving on top of her, he answered her wish at last, pushing inside her, while his mouth found the delicate skin of her neck. A whimper escaped her lips when he started to rock against her, the pressure of him steady and perfect. His arms were cradling her, one hand on top of her head, not even pulling her hair, just hovering there, as if to protect her mind from bad thoughts. His other hand wrapped around her jaw, gently but firmly holding her chin to the side so he could have a better access to the fragile skin there, leaving open mouth kisses on the plane where her shoulder meets her neck.

As tender as he was, there was no denying his dominance over her. His massive frame an immovable object, an anchor to her drifting body, drowning in the pleasure he was giving her. The reassurance he would not budge, no matter how long she clawed at his back or how hard she bit on his lower lip, was all she’d been craving. His thrusts were slow but relentless, ecstasy hitting her in continuous and ever growing waves.

Each move of his hips, each touch of his lips, it was like he was breathing life back into her. The dread and the cold, it was gone. The dark limbo she was trapped in during those past few days, frozen between a whole life she thought she would have to mourn and the new terrible adjustments she would have to make, was definitely over. And this was a new start, an awakening, a way to escape from the past nightmares.

She came in a silent scream, her nails digging into his shoulder blades. But he wanted to offer more, more, as she so often whispered, lost in the bliss. He kept fucking her, rocking into her, hitting that particular spot inside her with a devastating accuracy. He had to let go of her neck to wind his hand lower, lower until he found the bundle of nerves nestled at the apex of her sex, and he started to press and rub. There were no intricate tricks or delicate circles, only the rough tips of his fingers moving against the most sensitive place of her body, answering to something buried deep into some of the primitive parts of her soul.

She let out a small yelp, almost a sob, when she came again, her back arching, eyes closed. This time it was too much and he followed her into the abyss of her pleasure, as she kept clenching desperately on his cock in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Frank kept her against him, drawing soothing patterns on her back, kissing her forehead and muttering sweet praises.

“Do you feel alive then?” he asked, only half joking. She smiled. “Yes”.

The terror that was threatening to spill and rot his brain was gone, ripped away by the powerful tide of their love.

#frank castle fanfic #frank castle imagine #frank castle #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher imagine #the punisher x reader #the punisher #frank castle x reader #hurt and comfort #angst #the punisher fanfic #Jon Bernthal #jon bernthal imagine #reader insert

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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Pho (Epilogue)

Masterlist

A/N: THE END, THE EPILOGUE, THE FINAL INSTALLMENT

Pairings/Characters: Frank Castle x Reader

Warnings: fluff, cursing, Peter being easily embarrassed and nervous all the time this poor kid

Summary: It’s been a couple of months since Frank’s issues with Ares. Now, you’re all just trying to live your lives the way they used to be, but things are about to change. (Epilogue)

Frank Castle was a broken man. He beat death so many times, a part of him wondered if he was death, because just about everyone in his life seemed to meet an untimely end. Death didn’t discriminate in Frank’s life; his wife, his children, friends, it didn’t matter who they were to him. Ultimately, everyone died.

Then there was you.

Wow, you were such a pain in his ass. The mouth on you really was jarring, sometimes. The things you said, the way you spoke, how you teased and taunted him relentlessly? You were an utter thorn in his side, a lego under his foot, a splinter in his thumb, and yet, he absolutely loved you for it.

That fire was a breath of fresh air for Frank. Not putting up with his bullshit, calling him out on his ‘brooding’ days and rationalizing things with him, you were kicking Frank in the ass every step of the way, and it was the push that he needed in order to move on with his life.

It left him where he was today, leaning against the kitchen wall, watching you talk to May Parker with a grin on your face as the two of you waited excitedly to see Peter join you guys after getting dressed for his junior prom. The boy had finally gotten the courage to ask out MJ, and now the two were going as dates to the end-of-year event.

Although, Frank had a feeling that the two of you waiting so eagerly with your phones out for pictures was making the kid nervous. He was thinking that the kid was planning to make an Irish exit and go out without having to stop for an endless amount of pictures that the two of you would surely bestow upon him.

While Frank smirked to himself at the thought, he heard a single tap on the wall. It was so quiet, he’d have missed it if he wasn’t already leaning on the wall near the kitchen. Frank turned his head and saw Peter’s finger pointing to the bathroom from the tiniest crack of his bedroom door. Confused, Frank excused himself and walked to the bathroom wondering what the hell he was supposed to be looking for.

The bathroom window opened and Peter climbed in with a huff. He was already dressed and clearly ready to go, and seemed to be stalling for time.

Frank raised an eyebrow and decided to mess with him in that moment, “Kid, how the hell did you do that?”

Peter paled, “What?”

“How did you just climb in through this here window? Oh, shit. Are you, are you Spider-Man!?”

Peter thought he was going to vomit, “Oh, oh shoot. Oh, my god. You don’t remember, do you? Oh, my god, I thought you knew. Oh, oh shit! You can’t tell anyone, okay? You can’t — “

“Kid, I know. I’m just messing with you.”

Peter frowned after a moment, “Well, that is actually pretty shitty.”

Frank snorted, “What’s going on? They’re dying to take pictures of you.”

Peter whined and sat down on the toilet, “They’re making such a big deal out of it!”

“Yeah. It’s what the women in your life do when they care.”

“They’re going to embarrass me in front of MJ!” Peter whined. “She’s going to think I’m, like, such a dorky loser and —“

“Didn’t she already think that?”

“That’s besides the point!”

Frank chuckled and rested his hand on his shoulder, “Look, kid. You’re just nervous, all right? It’s easy. You run around shooting webs and fighting off criminals, but you don’t want to take pictures with your girl?”

Peter stared at Frank, “Yeah, duh.”

Frank snickered and shook his head, “Take the pictures. I’ll get them to ease off you a little bit. May driving you or you’re meeting up with them?”

“Ms. Stark rented a limo for all of us.”

Frank smiled, “Knowing her, it’s got the works in it, right?”

“Ned texted and said there’s so much soda in there that it puts supermarkets to shame.”

Frank laughed and gave his shoulder a squeeze before letting go, “All right. Go on. Take the pictures. They’ll go downstairs with you to take more when the limo comes, and I’ll keep them back.”

Peter exhaled slowly and nodded, “Okay. Thanks Mr. Castle —“

“Frank. We’ve been through this, it’s just Frank.”

“Right, Frank. Uh, one question.”

“Shoot.”

“So, like, May showed me how to dance and stuff, but, uh,” Peter scratched his neck and frowned. “Like, what do I say?”

“…You ask if she wants to dance, kid.”

“No, I mean, like, slow dances are quiet. Right? And I’m just staring at her face and what if my staring gets creepy and I need to look away but the awkward silence is just super loud and awkward and —“

“Kid,” Frank interrupted him and tried not to laugh at the pained look on his face. “When you two are dancing, you’re gonna lean in real close, right? You’re gonna whisper in her ear how beautiful she looks, and she’ll be putty in your hand. Got it?”

“Right, yeah, got it. I got it.”

“And don’t stare TOO hard either and freak her out.”

“Okay. Right. I got this!”

“Attaboy, you got this,” Frank opened the bathroom door and pointed for him to get out. “Go on, now. Take those pictures.”

With some newfound confidence, Peter stepped out of the bathroom to the shrieking and cooing of you and his Aunt May. The two of you took so many pictures of him, even catching glances of him looking to Frank for help, while the man just stood in the corner grinning at his pain.

This was one of those moments where Frank was smiling through his own pain. The things he’d do to get his family back, to be able to help his own son through these milestones in childhood. As Frank watched May fix Peter’s tie and give him more words of encouragement and wisdom, Frank pictured that it was he and his own son in that moment. He wished his son was running to him with girl problems or watching him run to his mother with those issues. He’d kill to be there for his daughter at her first prom, warning the boy that dared to take her out that he’d take him out if he got fresh with her.

In the middle of Frank’s daydreaming, you stepped in front of him and placed your hand on his shoulder. Frank smiled at you and shot you a wink. Sure, he didn’t have his family, per se, but he had a new one, one with you, and he was loving this quirky, eclectic found family just as much.

You clearly looked to Peter like a little sibling that you’d smother. Tony was your father, but, if anything, Steve was this brother figure in your life trying to tame the waters between the two of you. While he hadn’t caught a ton of it, Natasha seemed to be like a sister to you with how often he’d hear you say, ‘So last week, Natasha and I…’ The other Avengers were left to fill other quirky family member roles in your life, and slowly but surely, you were sucking Frank into it.

“Do I want to know why you were in the bathroom with a teenage boy?”

“Don’t make it weird, princess,” Frank cringed. “He’s just nervous about you ladies when his date gets here.”

“We are angels.”

“He’s a teenage boy and you take pictures like he’s being shipped off to war,” Frank pointed out. “Go a little easy when they get here, okay?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, “Fine. Only if…”

“If what?”

You stuck out your bottom lip and stared up at him, “We’re in Queens, so, you should take me to that really good pho spot you keep telling me about.”

He hummed and leaned over to kiss you gently on the lips before mumbling, “Yes, ma’am, whatever you want.”

The limo arrived with Peter’s friends inside. May made everyone get out of the limo so she could take pictures of everyone. You were taking a ton of pictures as well, even though Frank told you Peter was nervous and embarrassed, you got a little carried away with it. You eventually stopped, but May kept it going beyond the boy’s comfort. Peter looked to Frank for help when May climbed into the limo to take more pictures of everything as she told them to call if they needed anything that night.

Frank chewed on his bottom lip and looked to you. You stared for a moment before remembering what Frank had said, and then you were dashing over to coax May out of the car. You shut the door and bid them farewell, watching the limo take off with them to prom.

You and Frank invited May to join you both for dinner, but she declined, citing that she had a hot date herself that night, but didn’t disclose who it was. So, with grins on your faces, you left her to get ready while the two of you went to get soup.

~*~

During dinner, you were fixing your hot bowl of pho to your liking while Frank simply watched you. His own bowl was there sitting in front of him completely untouched while one hand was gripping his drink and the other rested on his thigh.

“Why aren’t you eating?” You asked him as you grabbed your chopsticks.

“Letting it cool a bit,” he lied as he watched you eat with a soft smile on his face. “Crazy, isn’t it?”

“What is?” You inquired before slurping up the noodles and, possibly, spraying a little broth on your own face.

Frank held back a laugh as he shrugged his shoulders and looked around, “All this, you know. Who knew me saving some damsel in distress and losing my bomb-ass slice of pizza was gonna leave me here having dinner with Princess Stark.”

“Ugh, you and that name,” you groaned while he smirked at you. “I know. To think you wanted to get rid of all of this because you’re so edgy and broody.”

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes at your comments. Frank adjusted himself in his seat a little bit as he leaned forward on his elbow. “I’m just saying, you know, I never thought we’d make it this far. I mean, we’ve got two very, very different lives. I mean, who you are, your family —“

“Your inability to allow yourself to be happy or love again, your whole ‘possessed by a god’ thing, yeah, I get it,” you trailed off as you set your utensils down and leaned on the table as well to smile at him. “But I’m glad we’re here. I couldn’t imagine anyone else sitting across from me right now.”

“I feel the same,” Frank muttered. “Even though you’re a big pain in my ass and clearly don’t know good pizza.”

“Wow, same to you, fucko,” you replied while he chuckled. “You okay? You’re acting a little differently. I’m a little suspicious right now.”

Frank nodded. He slowed his breathing and sat up tall. He steeled his nerves. He cleared his throat and removed his hand from his thigh, slapping his hand palm side down on the table. Your heart started to race as he removed his hand and showed one bronze key on the table.

“I think I’m ready to take the next step with you, Princess.”

Your eyes flew open as you stared at the new key, “Wait. Is that the key to your janky ass hideout that you keep saying I’m going to be kidnapped or murdered when I go see you?”

“No,” he scratched the back of his head. “Actually, it’s uh, it’s a new place, kind of between both our neighborhoods. The uh, the building’s owner owed me a favor, so, uh. Maybe with some security system of yours, some bulletproof windows —“

“Frank,” You reached over to cover his hand with yours and pull it closer to you. “Are you asking me to move in?”

Frank nodded hesitantly, “If, you know, that’s what you want.”

“Is that what you want?”

His throat was dry and his back was dripping with sweat. Frank could look at a bomb and try to disarm it with two seconds left. Frank could shoot a man point-blank in between his eyes. Frank could steer a truck into a river and escape in record time, but Frank could barely speak to you about something as life-changing as this.

“Yes,” Frank said quietly before clearing his throat, “Yes, yeah. Yeah, I want you to live with me.”

“I’ve invited you to move into the tower, you know, but you said no, and went ahead and got a place for the two of us,” you mumbled as you studied the key.

Frank wondered if he was in trouble, “I just — you know, I want something for us. I know you’ll still be there a lot, I know you’re basically running the show for their missions now, but I, I want us to have somewhere —“

“Yeah,” you nodded with a big grin on your face. “Of course I’ll move in with you.”

His shoulders sunk in relief, “Shit. I mean, really?”

“Yes, really!”

Frank whooped, gathering the attention of the restaurant and disturbing many patrons, but he didn’t care. He got up out of his seat and dragged you out of yours. With both hands cupping your face, Frank pressed his lips against yours. You were out of breath by the time you pulled away while Frank was grinning from ear to ear.

“Here’s to us, princess,” Frank cooed as he hugged you tightly.

Little did you know, behind your back, there was the slightest flash of red in Frank’s eyes as he smiled and held you closer.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x stark!reader #stark!reader #frank castle smut #frank castle fluff #frank castle fic #frank castle story #jon bernthal #jon bernthal x you #jon bernthal x reader #jon bernthal smut #jon bernthal imagine #frank castle imagine #frank castle fanfiction #marvel #mcu #fic

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strawhbrrries · 10 months

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Inked

pairing: tattoo artist!frank castle x afab!reader

summary: frank castle was praised for his work constantly, leading you to get a thigh piece. which then leads you into a problem because your artist is so fucking attractive

warnings: cussing, masturbation (m and f), fingering, frank with no shirt, tattooed frank!!!, no use of y/n or description of reader, not proofread

word count: 2732 words

author’s note: this has been a looooong time coming so i'm excited to finally be able to share it with you guys!! i hope it does the drabble that started it some justice. dedicated to the sweet anon that requested it be turned into a full fic! please enjoy! mwah!

tags: @kloofspeaks

inspired by this drabble!

Your wallet was burning a hole in your pocket, a big gaping tattoo shaped hole. To match the tattoo shaped hole in your wallet was a perfect spot on your thigh just begging to be decorated, but your current artist was booked so far out and you needed it now.

“Just go to this guy.” Your friend mentioned, giving you the contact information for one of the artists at the studio they frequented. His work was insane, you spent an entire week looking and relooking at all the pictures he posted before ever working up the courage to email him, he was faceless and you assumed he was some old man who’d been in the game a long time.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

“Can I help you?” A deep voice snapped you back to reality, you had gotten side tracked looking at all the art on the wall from all the artists in the studio. The guy you were seeing, Mr. Castle, had the best work though and you were glad your friend had mentioned him.

You turned around and immediately wanted to hide, a very handsome man with a tall stature was the source of the voice. It made your panties wet and made you want to rub your thighs together to relieve the building tension, not that it would help but you sure could try. He was rugged, in a gorgeous way, his hair was fluffy and fell over his ears but his jaw was sharp and complimented the style. His face was serious, not that he was trying to be but it made you nervous. Made you want to confess every bad thing you’d ever done out of sheer anxiousness, to fill the silence as he waited for your answer. You hoped he wasn’t your artist just for your sake, and maybe for your underwear.

“Yeah, uhm. I have a consultation with Mr. Castle.” Your voice was much softer than his, you looked down to avoid eye contact with him. To avoid spilling your guts to some handsome stranger who was probably married because how could he not be?

“That’d be me.” For the first time since you saw him a smile appeared on his face, it complimented him more than the stoic look he carried. The blush that arose was almost embarrassing, he thought it was cute. “Just Frank though.”

“Huh?” You stopped listening after he mentioned he was your artist, the blood pumping in your ears being the only sound you heard. Of course you would end up with the world's most attractive man as your artist and of course he was going to be touching all over your legs, this was a cruel dream. You’d practically broken a finger from how hard you were squeezing your hands.

“Just call me Frank, Mr. Castle is my dad and I hate the formality.” He chuckled, writing something on the clipboard he’d been holding. You hadn’t noticed anything below his neck and now you were actively, and very obviously, checking him out.

His arms were veiny and filled with tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his shirt and poked back out at the neck before disappearing down his back, it seemed he had one big connecting tattoo but you couldn’t exactly ask him to strip in public. You couldn’t see his legs or his chest but you assumed they were also covered in tattoos, you wanted nothing more to learn about them all.

“You can just follow me this way, the consultation won’t take long.” He cleared his throat, clearing the awkward air that hung between you.

He walked to a booth all the way in the back and to the left, pulled the curtain closed after you walked in. Motioning to the chair that sat in the middle of the space you sat down and placed your purse on your lap, mentally cursing yourself for being so fucking awkward. This wasn’t your first tattoo so what was your problem? He was and you knew it.

“Did you get the email I sent? I know my description of the idea was bad so I can explain it better.” You rambled, watching him sit on the swivel chair next to you and pick up an ipad from the counter that sat in the back.

“Yeah, let me show you what I drew up and we can go from there.” He looked at you through his hair as he leaned his elbows against his knees, pulling up the drawing. He turned around and the ipad and handed it to you, chuckling when your eyes lit up at the design.

“It’s like you read my mind, holy shit. This is exactly what I envisioned.” For the first time since you saw him your voice was confident and loud, your eyes bright and your mouth a bright smile. He slowly took the ipad back and let out a laugh, god he was attractive.

“It’s what I do. Do you like it, does it need any change? If so I can fix those right now and then I can print it out and we can play with sizes.” He watched your face, he could almost see the gears turning in your head as you processed his words.

“It’s perfect, no changes.” You nodded, smiling big.

He printed out a few sizes and tested each of them against your thigh, he pretended not to notice the blush that only darkened in shade every time he touched you. You appreciated it, trying your best to regulate your breathing and the pounding your heart was doing. You worried if you’d be able to control yourself when it came to the actual tattoo, he would be touching you nonstop for an unknown amount of time. He settled on the middle size, taking up a big chunk of the free space you had but not so much it looked awkwardly big and not too little so it looked too small.

You had trusted him and set the date for your actual tattoo, two weeks from the day you went in. You spent every day and every night for the next two weeks thinking about him. If you were making breakfast you thought about how he liked his bacon cooked, his coffee, or if he even ate it at all. If you were showering you thought about the products he used and if he used a loofah or a rag, if he had separate conditioner and shampoo. When you laid awake at night, hands stuffed in your panties wanting to cry his name, you thought if he was doing the same. Came to the image of his smile and fell asleep to the sound of his voice playing in your mind.

He’d seen thousands of clients, tattooed plenty of attractive women, but nobody had been so stuck in his head like you. After he walked you to the door he went back to his booth, closed the curtain and fucked his hand like a teenage boy. Washed his hands in the bathroom and went to greet his next client like he wasn’t thinking about bending you over the counter. Having you ride him in the tattoo chair. Making you be quiet so no one else heard you. Shit, he was hard again. He didn’t know if his self control was strong enough to avoid hitting on you and being unprofessional the next time you came in.

The day finally came, you had counted down the days and the minutes until you could see him again. There was this incessant need to see him and try to figure out the mysteries that stood behind Frank Castle. You asked him what kind of coffee he preferred, black, and picked it up on your way to the studio. The nerves were hitting you, not only would you be getting a decent sized tattoo but it’d be done by the most attractive man you’d ever seen. The man you’d spent two weeks masturbating to, this was going to be fun.

“God, this is just what I need this morning.” He groaned, taking the paper cup of coffee out of your hand and taking a long sip. “Typically I try not to drink caffeine on days I’m actually tattooing, makes the hand shake sometimes. I was up late last night so this is a must.”

“And I’m using it to get rid of the shakes.” You joked, taking a sip of your coffee and following him back to the booth.

You’d opted to wear a yellow sundress, not by choice as it was one of the only clean articles of clothing you had that left your thigh relatively exposed. It was a choice you were now regretting, in the days leading up to the appointment you apparently did everything but laundry. Frank was trying his hardest to ignore it, he was insanely glad he’d walked in front of you. Had he been behind you he’d for sure stared at your ass the entire walk to his booth. He can’t deny that he hadn’t when he made you enter the booth before him, it was a glorious sight. He adjusted his pants before he did anything else, this was going to be a grueling few hours.

He carefully placed the stencil on your thigh, being careful to move the dress up just enough that it wasn’t in the way but not too much so your pussy was on display. He wished it was. He wanted to eat you out like it was his last meal. But he refrained. He’d been on his best behavior so far and he was determined to stay that way, no matter how much he wanted to hike your dress up and pull your panties down to your ankles. Once he finally was satisfied with the stencil placement he asked for your opinion, as it was going on your body forever and not his. You had him adjust the angle once before deciding it was perfect, he had to ask three times before you admitted you didn’t like the original placement.

The tattoo took three hours, three long hours of his hands touching you in the most non-sexual way but yet turning you on ridiculously. You were sure that by the time he’d wrapped your tattoo there was a large stain on the fabric of your panties, a part of you wanted him to see it and know he caused it. The other part was embarrassed. They were fighting to see which part would take over.

“Can I see your tattoos?” You asked softly, an attempt to stay with him longer and avoid going home. You knew you could just book another appointment but what fun would waiting be? You could just stall for as long as you could.

“Oh? Yeah, sure.” His face was shocked, like nobody in the entire world had ever asked to see the intricate tattoo that was drawn across his body. You refused to believe it.

You watched intently as he removed his shirt, your eyes following the lines that were revealed by the lack of fabric. He watched silently as you raked your eyes over his skin, a small hint of a blush covered his cheeks. He’d never had someone so curious about his tattoos and want to see them, it was odd to be the one in the spotlight.

“Can I touch them?” You looked up at him, moving a bit closer as you waited for his response.

“Yeah…” He breathed out, quiet and waiting for the feeling of your hand on his skin. His breath hitched in his throat the second he felt it, the warmth of your hand felt incredible on his skin.

You trailed your fingers over every line, starting from the bottom of his left arm and down his chest. Goosebumps followed closely behind your fingers, the contact was something unusual to him. Welcomed, but unusual. He watched you the entire time you marveled at the ink, answering every question you had. He’d had people be interested in the ink before but never to the extent you were, he appreciated it and would think about it forever. He’d think about you forever.

“Frank…” You whispered, looking up at him as you placed a hand on his chest.

He looked down at you and groaned, the self control he had was no longer a thing. The pink staining your cheeks and the way your eyes were glazed over and he hadn’t even touched you made him want to do bad things. He wanted to corrupt you, bend you to his will for only him to have. His head dipped down, softly placing his lips against yours. A small whimper escaped your lips as he brought a hand to cup the side of your face, switching positions with you on the counter. Now he had you pressed against it and was able to do whatever he desired.

He nipped at your bottom lip, swiping his tongue across it to soothe any pain. He’d slipped his other hand under your dress at the same time, rubbing the skin just above your panties. You leaned your hip into his touch, bringing the hand that was on his chest to his hair. Using it to ground yourself just a bit, the fact that you were making out with the man you lusted after for two weeks was insane. It felt like a dream.

“Can I touch you?” He mumbled against your lips, playing with the band of your panties.

You shook your head yes and helped him slide your panties down, stepping out of them and scooting them to the side to be discovered later. He slid his middle finger between your lips, gliding it up and down a minute as he continued kissing you.

“You’re so wet, who did this?” He mocked, circling your clit a few times.

“You did.” You whimpered, trying to grind down against his hand for just a bit more friction.

“That right? Been thinking about me this whole time? Wanted me to help fix your problem?” He slid his middle finger inside of you, curling it against that wonderful spongy spot.

You couldn’t muster up a response no matter how badly you wanted to, his singular finger felt better than any of your fingers had for two weeks. This was everything you wanted and more. He chuckled at you, flattered that him barely doing anything set you off like it had.

He pumped his finger in and out slowly, watching as your juices coated his finger. Enjoying the moans he was pulling out of you, even if they were trying to entice him into adding another finger. He gave in, the pretty noises you were making he just couldn’t resist. He would do anything in this moment to please you, if you had this effect on him for everything he’d be screwed. He added another finger, kissing along your jawline as he did so. You could’ve seen stars right then and there, if this was how full you felt from just his fingers you could only imagine the fullness from his cock.

He curled his fingers rhythmically with the pumping, using his thumb to circle your clit as best he could. The knot in your stomach that had formed the day you stepped into the studio was bubbling, you could feel it twisting and tightening. Your orgasm was on the tip of your tongue and it felt explosive, three more pumps of his fingers and your vision went white. His name falling off your lips like a mantra, like it was the only name you knew and you didn’t care if the rest of the studio could hear. He was making you feel so fucking good, you could scream it from the rooftops.

Nearing the end of your orgasm he slowed his fingers down, placing one last kiss to your lips before completely removing them. You whined at the loss, feeling so empty now that they were gone. He smiled softly at the whine, washing his hands in the sink next to the counter before bringing a towel over to help clean up any mess.

“Do you do this with all your clients?” You joked, fixing the sweaty hairs sticking to your forehead.

“No, only you. Step in here in a sundress again and we’ll see what happens.”

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amhrosina · 1 year

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Let Me Help You (Frank Castle x Reader)

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A/N: Both of my boyfriends are officially coming back to me!!! Everyone say thank you Marvel!!!!! Enjoy :)

Summary: In which Frank is a total affectionate sweetheart to reader after they get themself into a bind that requires his medical intervention.

(Warnings: typical Frank stuff, description of wounds/blood/gore etc., cursing, Frank is worried about reader but doesn't realize it's because he has feelings, mainly fluff lol

You cursed, pressing your forehead against the rim of the dingy sink in a desperate attempt to cool your body temperature down. Your hands had reached a level of shakiness that you didn’t know was possible, and the wound on your abdomen was beginning to fester.

You tried to straighten, but your rapid movement pulled on the wound, and it took everything in you not to scream out in pain. Frank was sleeping in the other room, and the last thing you wanted to do was wake him up. He’d just barely started to tolerate your presence at the safe house, and you weren’t planning on jeopardizing that.

You panted as another wave of nausea washed over you. You needed to get the wound cleaned and sutured now, but every little movement sent you into a dizzying spiral toward the floor. A drop of sweat slid down the back of your shirt, following the curve of your spine as you hunched forward again. You didn’t realize you weren’t alone until he spoke.

“You’re bleeding.”

“Wow.” You panted, “Nothing gets past you, soldier.”

You arched an eyebrow at Frank, who had appeared in the doorframe between the bathroom and the main living space. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his relaxed posture made you question how long he’d been standing there watching you struggle.

You straightened again, albeit a little slower this time, and refocused on cleaning the ugly cut across your side. You picked at the bloody scraps of your shirt, gritting your teeth in pain when the fabric, blood soaked and torn to shreds, pulled at the wound. Frank sucked in a sharp breath when you finally revealed the nauseating cut down the length of your abdomen.

“Jesus.” He cursed, expression suddenly grave, “What the fuck did you do?”

You reached for the stack of towels that were unfortunately (and not for too much longer) white.

“I’m handling it.” You grunted.

You had a plan in your head, and it didn’t include being scrutinized by Frank’s judgmental stare. Step 1: Stop the bleeding. Step 2 (assuming you haven’t passed out yet): Clean the wound. Step 3: Sutures. It was a simple plan. You pressed the towel against the wound, repeating the steps in your head, and winced at the pain that flared in response.

“You’re not handling shit, kid.” He snorted at your hesitation to add pressure to the wound, clearly unimpressed with your patching skills once you turned them on yourself. You’d patched him up dozens, if not hundreds of times, but the second you saw blood seeping from your own skin, your stomach turned queasy.

He pushed off the doorframe and stalked closer to you, reaching for the hand you had clamped over the towel. You stumbled away from him, shaking your head.

“I don’t need your help.” You winced at the sudden movement, almost falling to your knees as white-hot fire shot through your entire body.

“You sure about that, sweetheart?” He cocked his head to the side, following your movements with his eyes, “Cause to me it looks like you do.”

“I’m fine.” You spat, gritting your teeth. You wouldn’t be a burden to him after spending so much time trying to stay out of his way. He’d been generous enough, allowing you to use the safe house as a hiding place while you tried to figure out what to do next. The clash that led to the pain-in-the-ass cut on your side was unexpected, to say the least.

“Hey.” He captured your chin in his hand. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, skimming over his features with a cursory glance. You’d never noticed the scar hidden at the edge of his temple before. “Let me help.”

He said it softly, probably the softest you’d ever heard him speak. It was because of that and that alone that you slightly nodded, and finally allowed his hand to press into the towel against the wound.

You inhaled sharply at his added pressure, squeezing his arm so hard that most people would’ve flinched. Frank didn’t, though – he was a steady, reassuring presence as another wave of nausea washed over you. You didn’t realize it until the nausea had passed, but you’d patterned your breathing after his, matching the rise and fall of his chest in a rhythmic motion that momentarily stabilized you.

Until he put more pressure on the wound. You unsuccessfully fought the dizziness off and ended up leaning almost your entire weight against Frank’s arm, blinking away the tears gathered in your eyes. He held you without complaint, though his usual hard-to-read expression had morphed into one of genuine concern.

“How bad is it?” He scanned your body – your dry, cracked lips, the sweat beading at your forehead, the fingers digging into his arm.

“Bad.” You croaked, squeezing your eyes shut and readying yourself for the additional pressure he was no doubt about to add.

“Let me see those pretty eyes, sweetheart.” Frank cooed, shifting his arm so that you could rest your cheek against it. “I know it hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

You blinked your eyes open and met his uneasy gaze. He watched you, waiting for you to catch your breath. You gave him a curt nod. There wasn’t much time left before Frank would have to take you to a doctor, and that was too dangerous of an option. He hesitated, tilting his head in question.

“Do it.” You nodded again.

He pressed the towel against your side, and you handled the blinding pain for all of 3 seconds before promptly passing out.

When you woke, you were immediately aware that a substantial amount of time had passed since the last time you’d been conscious. The mouthwatering scent of bacon wafted in the air, and you could hear Frank’s faint whistle floating through the kitchen, which told you he was cooking. Your side burned like nothing you’d ever experienced before, but subtle movements revealed the tight gauze that you assumed Frank had wrapped while you were knocked out.

You slowly pushed yourself into a sitting position, noting the glass of water and tiny white pills on the bedside table. You swallowed the pills, trusting Frank enough to know they would help, and gulped down the water.

“You want more?” His sudden appearance startled you, making you wince as your body jolted in surprise. He winced, too. “Shit. Sorry.”

“Can you help me up?” You asked, gently setting your feet against the floor.

Frank looked wary, noting how slow you were moving to avoid pain. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“Frank,” you emphasized his name with your arms, shooting out toward his open palms, “I have to pee. Am I allowed to do that, or will you do that for me, too?”

Frank’s cheeks tinged a slight pink, and he hurried to help you out of bed. He carefully pulled you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you find your balance. You found that you liked the feeling of his arm there but wouldn’t be mentioning that anytime soon, especially not to Frank.

Frank’s expression morphed into something unreadable, which wasn’t uncommon with him, but coupled with the fact that his arm was still pressed into your lower back, made it a bit troubling.

“I don’t mean to tell you what to do,” he started, and you raised an eyebrow, “But next time, call me or something, okay? Don’t go it alone unless you have to.”

“Why do you care?” It came out meaner than you intended. He did just (possibly) save your life, so maybe a lighter tone would’ve been more appropriate.

“Do I need to answer that?” He looked away, shaking his head. Finally, he shrugged. “I don’t know, okay? But seeing you like that, bleeding all over the place and knocked out cold.” He shook his head again, more deliberately this time “It scared me.”

You gaped at him for a long moment, but finally nodded, easing the building tension in the room. His arm was still draped across your back. A thought entered your mind, and a sly smile found its way onto your face. Frank looked at you, concerned all over again.

“You’re telling me I scared the big, bad Punisher?” You squealed, smiling widely. The corners of Frank’s lips flicked up in a wry smile, and he let out a whispered snort at your delight.

“You feelin’ good enough to eat somethin’, sweetheart?” he asked, unwrapping himself from around you. The warmth of his body against yours was immediately missed, and you wondered how long you’d have to wait until you felt it again.

Your stomach growled, as if summoned by his question. A shy smile crossed your face, and he let out a low chuckle. “A little. How long did I sleep for?”

“Fourteen hour-”

“Fourteen hours?” You gasped, twirling around toward the kitchen. You winced at the movement, but it didn’t deter your stomach. “What are you waiting for, Frank? Feed me!”

He stalked after you, grinning, all too eager to please.

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chiisai-writes · 2 years

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Its Okay, You're Okay.

Frank Castle x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Reader unalives someone, mentions of blood and weapons. Reader and Frank shower together.

Length : 1,000 words (ish)

Gunshots, screams and the smell of blood filled the air.

You tried your best to remain calm, hiding away in your room, your hand clutching the small blade Frank gave you ‘Just in case’ his gruff voice repeated in your head over and over.

The apartment had been breached, Frank quickly took to action shoving you into the room with quick instructions not to move and handing you the blade. Locking you inside safely.

You hoped Frank would be ok, no you knew he’d be ok. You gripped the blade tighter in your trembling hands hoping you wouldn’t have to use it. Your hopes were not answered though as the door burst open and you could faintly hear Frank shouting ‘Leave her alone, don't you dare’

Your eyes landed on the large man in front of you, glaring you down like a predator looking at his prey. You shuffled to your feet, your brain kicking into overdrive thinking of all the ways Frank had taught you to escape, you held the knife in front of you cursing your shaky hands. “L-Leave now, i’m n-not afraid to use this” you shouted cursing yourself for stuttering. The man chuckled darkly and lunged for you across the room you screamed so loud you knew Frank could hear you.

Your mind went blank, eyes blacked out but you felt Frank shaking your shoulder “Hey! Hey, can you hear me?” His deep voice bringing you back, you weren't in the apartment anymore though, you were in what seemed like a bunker, must be one of his safe houses.

“What happened where are we?” You looked at Frank, his eyes filled with sympathy and kindness. “Don’t worry sweetheart we are safe now, you’re safe now” it was silent for a second you were still spaced out. Frank placed his hand on your shoulder again “You did a good job with that guy, i’m proud of ya. Need you to shower though you’re covered”

Your eyes snapped up to him “what do you mean good job? You killed him right?” Frank shook his head at you. Your eyes went wide as they looked at your hands, covered in freshly drying blood. You felt sick breathing unsteady and you dropped to the floor crying repeating the word no endlessly.

Frank knelt down beside you, his hands cupping your face and lifting it to meet his eyes. Your face was covered in blood and tears and it made Frank's heart sink “It’s Okay. You’re Okay” he kept repeating as he pulled you into his body cradling your head. Your body curled into his and gripped his shirt, shaking like a newborn lamb.

Eventually you stopped crying as Frank soothingly rubbed your back and placed soft kisses on your head. He was pissed more so at himself because he had put you in a situation he never wanted you in.

“How about we go get you in the shower?”

You nodded against the soft material of his shirt. He picked you up effortlessly and strided to the bathroom, he placed you down on the cold tiles hoping your legs wouldn’t give out you were a bit wobbly but you stood silently in the cold room, he leaned over the old tub and turned the shower on, warmth flooded through the room as steam started to pour from the shower. He placed the towels on the sink and went to leave, but your small hand grabbed his shirt once more. You looked at him with eyes so wide and scared “Please..stay” your voice was scratchy from all the crying and screaming, you sounded pathetic.

He looked down at you and said barely above a whisper “Are you sure doll? 100% know what you’re asking?” ever the gentleman was Frank Castle you thought. You nodded weakly not wanting to be left alone to wash off all the blood and sweat, you knew a line would be crossed if you did this, a step in your relationship you never thought would happen.

“I need your words sweetheart, please” He almost pleaded, he knew this would change your ‘strictly platonic’ relationship. You nodded again “Please, i don’t..I don't want to be on my own, i need your help please.”

He nodded, shuffling around he kicked off his boots and removed his bloodied trousers. You kept your eyes on his face not wanting to cause any embarrassment for him. He lifted his shirt over his head and his muscles contracted and released as he did, Leaving in just his underwear.

He cleared his throat with a slight blush on his face, “do you..uh do you need help with your clothes?” You shook your head no and he nodded lightly, he turned around to give you some privacy as you declothed, muscles screaming at you for the excessive movement.

You stripped down to your underwear as well, “i’m ready, you can turn around now”

He turned round a small smile on his face as he saw how awkwardly you were standing in the room, He stepped into the tub and held his hand out for you to lift yourself in as well, the shower cascaded down his back, a welcome warmth for his sore muscles but his main focus was you. He needed to clean you up and make sure you’re ok first. He grabs your arms and switches places with you, you welcome the water over your body. You start to try and scrub the blood away but you stop and just stare at your hands, Frank spots that your eyes well up and you start to cry again, he immediately steps into action grabbing the soap and slowly lathering it over your hands and up your arms, treating you as if you’re a china doll. “‘M sorry for crying so much”

You whimper out as Frank slowly makes his way around your body washing off all of the blood and grime. He’s crouched down in front of you now and he looks up with a stern look on his face. Raises to his feet towering over you, he pulls you in and you’re both stood under the water “Don’t be so stupid, you can cry all you want.” You smiled against his skin as he cradled you in his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Thank you Frank..Thank you” Letting fresh tears fall from your eyes

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thefingdixon · 2 years

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No way home - Shane x You - Chapter 3.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader & Shane Walsh x Fem!Reader

Setting: First seasons

Summary: Nobody can’t be happy ever after in general in life cause it ain’t a fairytale; that only gets more sense when you’re on the apocalypse, problems keep happening not only with the dead but also, with the alive ones...

Words: 1,263

Warning(s): Swearing/Language, Violence, Blood, Merle Dixon, Jealous behavior

A/N; Ayo! I’m back on track sorry for being innactive with this one, I’ve been real busy with studies & exams but I’m glad I can finally continue. Hope y’all enjoy it as the other chapters, it makes me happy how y’all react to em thanks ^^ that’s what fuels me to keep on writting^^

I woke up on a brand new day; I could hear a bird singing, which made me remember the good ol’ days that nowadays seemed far away (...)

I sighed and went out the tent I slept in & saw that guy ‘Merle’ that Daryl said he’s his older brother.

-‘Mornin’ suga’ —he said putting on the knife on the weapon he made on his semi-amputated arm. I couldn’t take my eyes out of it — 'Am fine, don't ya worry. Wanna explore more of your pal' Merle?' —he said upping his eyebrows flirtatious—

-'Ahh Merle just shut the fuck up and leave 'er alone' —said Daryl getting out of... literally nowhere??—

We heard some kind of arguing inside the tent that the Grimes fam shared while I witnessed Shane with Carl kind of playing and laughing

I loved that picture and how loving he looked.

-Get aside my kid! —yelled out Lori getting out of the tent—

I putted out a what the fuck face. Rick got out with a non-expresion face, pokerface-ish.

Shane rolled his eyes and went by Lillac’s side on an attempt of finding some comfort.

-You! —yelled again Lori pointing at me — You’re the one to blame on everything!

-You don’t want to go this way, Lori. -said Shane seeming extrangely calmed —

-I... —Lori stopped her —

I looked at Shane confused (...) I went looking for Rick and found him with his both hands on his head sitting all alone.

-You alright? —I quoted him kind of flash-backing when him and the others found me —

-Honestly? I... just found out something that made the only world that I had left to fall apart. —his face was now completely a mix of sadness and frustration —

-Can I help you in any way? —I said looking at him —

-She is going to blame you ‘cause she’s jealous. I think you deserve some kind of explanation about her behavior... Shane fell for you and she cheated on me with him when they left me at the hospital.. —he sighed and looked away ashamed —

I was kind of shocked about the situation and the affirmation; ‘he fell at first... sight or meeting even if I treated him not that good? and Lori..?

-Thank you Rick —I simply said; took a knife and just rushed to leave the place —

I just wanted to fight those things back; to not think. Now my head was a complete chaos.

I was stabbing those things, on the head it was reckless but it somehow made me feel... strangely free?? Maybe I was losing my mind over the traumatic events

As time passed by I was feeling a rush of adrenaline running every vein of my body and when the most I was enjoying, all covered in blood and breathing fast I got grabbed and pushed to a zone of a couple of trees (...)

Shane's eyes met mine

-You crazy or what?

-Are you? Leave me alone.

-I am.. but it's for you —Shane whispered honestly—

I oppened my eyes a lot and he just gave me a kiss on the lips.

Joining us at that exact moment came Rick, who followed Shane by the back and just spotted what was happening.

-Uh... eh.. Sorry. I'm glad to see that she's fine. —said Rick shyly—

-No prob, Rick —I said and Shane scratched the back of his head—

-Listen, Shane, Lil.. I don't blame neither of you... let's go back —he said taking the lead—

I looked at Shane and he smiled me back, the way back was silent but for the fightings and those things growls; we saw the amount of zombies or 'walkers' as they named them around and when we got to the camp had the conclusion that we should or maybe even must to leave the place before it got worst.

Around 2 persons were bitten when they got distracted and that made grow the fear of those possible events happening.

Lori kept away while we took everything we could even in a van they had fixed; I know that the situation was critic and... I found myself thinking on how hot looked Shane shirtless.

-Wanna help me or are ya too hipnotized by that asshole-cop? —said Daryl with a raspy voice—

-Need help on...? —I said turning my sight to him—

-Needda improve some of the arrows.. some of em seem to need it. —said looking at some of them on his hands—

I nodded.

I sat with him and took one of the arrows -More sharpening needed? —I said closing one eye and looking through the perspective of the arrow—

-Seems ya know somethin' bout huntin'. — He said starting to sharpening one of them —

-You could teach me how to use the crossbow sometime, looks cool as fuck not like the other weapons —I said —

-Whenever ya want or we can... nobody has ever tell me anythin’ like that —He said honestly but not directing his sight at Lillac —

It was one of the first times that he said anything related on what he felt; because Lil gave him a place of comfortness, strangely, because what he always felt that he had to be aware of everything and everyone. He was like a hurt animal, always expecting to attack back but... not with her.

Lillac on the other side, liked his badass-ish personality but also was feeling that there was more than that on him hidden.

And she wasn’t wrong, he just needed time.

She could get a bit of what was inside of him ‘cause as Rick side the first time they met, they were much alike.

Shane came at them.

-Can you help us to pack up things? I mean.. sorry for interrumpt you both but we need to hurry, maybe those things are closer than we think. —He said to both of them —

Lillac got up and after her, Daryl was saving his arrows, and Lillac took advantage to talk with Shane; she felt she needed it.

-Uh.. Shane? —She said holding his big arm —

-wh.. —He made a surprise gesture not expecting that —

-I... like you back. I MEAN... —She was stepping on her own words because showing her feelings felt hard —

Shane smiled at her words. He was totally getting what she was reffering to; he didn’t wanted to torture her on it, but definitely he wanted to hear it.

-it’s okay, we’ll talk ‘bout that baby girl. —He responded and continued walking with her, picking up things-.

She was picking up weapons when a scream alerted all the group.

-There’s no fucking way we let him come with us. We know which his ending is and he’s gonna get us in danger. —Said Shane about the dilemma of killing him or wait because after all, they were humans yet —

-Shane... mind your words. —Said Rick looking at the wife of the man —

-I’m minding what’s going on. Listen Rick I sometimes think that you’re really weak on the lead, I get all you went through but... this is the apocalypse, there’s no more moral like when we were on the police office... our lifes are in danger, even Carl’s. —He said on a real serious tone —

-Don’t tell me how to lead the group, don’t... talk like that ‘bout my family. I know how to protect them; maybe you’re the one going insane in this world. We still have humanity. He’s comming, when we see the signs, we’ll let him decide his ending. We ain’t just shooting him because we know his bitten, he deserves to die with dignity. —Rick said on response —

Shane was getting on his nerves.

-Can I this time go on the patrol car with you? —I said softly to Shane completely getting him out that situation —

-Sure. —He said directing his sight right to me —

(to be continued on next chapter...)

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