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Hey Hi!

I love your works. You're doing a great job. Please can I make a request? There is a relationship between Frank Castle and the reader. They have a complex but deep bond. They helped each other many times. They meet again after a long time. The reader is a Black Widow, but Frank is not fully aware of the situation. One day, the reader tells Frank about what really happened and what she went through. She talks about what was done to her and the subject of her sterilization... and Frank's attitude and reaction. (Think of it like the scene of Natasha and Bruce in the Age of Ultron.)

I hope you can... Thanks in advance.<3<3

Hey Hon, thanks for the kind words! And congrats on being my first official request it means a lot to me. I hope i did your vision justice. Enjoy! <3

Frank Castle X Reader: The secrets we keep

Warning: Mention of torture (no graphic descriptions), being captive, blood, killing, wounds, being stitched up, angst, fluff, frank being a cutie.

Word count: 4K

Life is complicated for everyone but Frank's complications were far from the ordinary. Regular citizens didn’t have to deal with people wanting them dead on a daily basis and they certainly didn’t find themselves strapped to chairs in dingy basements as often as Frank did. Yet here he was. Third time this month he’d found himself in this situation.  He was starting to think someone was playing some sick joke on him. The thing that was different this time was that he wasn’t alone. In the far corner of the room was another chair and to it was strapped someone else. Someone he’d never seen before.

That someone was you.

He didn’t know it at the time but a couple feet from him was a highly dangerous killer, much like himself. He’d find that out soon enough. Maybe he’d been too distracted by your looks to put the pieces together or maybe the way you acted was so normal to him that he hadn’t stopped to question the reason behind your abilities. Frank watched you spinning in your chair like a child, his lips tugging up in amusement. He glanced around the room checking to make sure you two were alone before speaking. 

“Hey.”

You kept spinning, unaware of his voice.

“Hey!”

You skidded to a stop positioning yourself in Franks line of sight

“Yes?”

“What are you in for?”

You let out a chuckle. Hours of silence and this is how this guy opens up the conversation?

“Pissed off the boss I guess.”

“Yeah I seem to have done that too.”

“Really what’d you do?”

“Stole some of their weapons. You?”

“Killed his son.”

The light feeling that had entered the room for a couple of seconds died at your words. Frank stayed quiet for a moment.

“He deserve it?”

“He liked looking at little girls. So yeah I'd say he did.”

Frank gritted his teeth ,nodding in agreement.

“Good riddance then.”

“Yeah.”

You began spinning again and Frank continued to watch you. You stopped abruptly  once  more looking over at Frank.

“Hey, you wanna get out of this place?”

Frank laughed, god you were a wack job. He found it amusing.

“Yeah sure. You got a plan?”

“Well, seeing that I already untied the rope that just leaves, finding a way out.”

“How long have you been untied?”

“Oh a little while.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you make a run for it?”

You looked at him like it was a dumb question.

“I’m not really the plunge your way through to the exit type. Though by the looks of you, you are.”

“You bet your ass I am.”

“Well then, this will work just fine.”

You got up from your chair making your way over to Frank and cutting him free. Frank got up from his chair rubbing his wrists as he stood. You reached your hand out introducing yourself. Frank shook your hand.

“I’m Frank Castle.”

“Oh I know who you are. And I know you didn’t just steal some supplies.”

“So you're familiar with my work?”

“I’ve read your file. Nasty stuff. Takes guts. Seems you have plenty of that though.”

He wondered how you’d managed to get a hold of his file. You didn’t look like the government type and judging by your get up this wasn’t your first rodeo. You knew your shit, Frank could tell just by looking at you.

“So what's the plan?”

“We open that door and take out anyone who tries to stop us. That work for you?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Good.”

Ever since that day you started popping up in Frank's stakeouts. He didn’t call you but for some reason you always showed up. Frank had stopped trying to figure out how you knew where he was. He missed having a partner and you seemed pretty keen on helping him out. Your bond grew with every mission. It got to a point where Frank didn’t have to tell you what he was thinking, you just knew. He’d found out that you weren’t only good in a fight you also knew your way around a wound. And considering how often Frank found himself injured  it was a valuable quality to have. He couldn’t help but wonder where you’d learned all of this from. You didn’t work for the army. He knew that much but he wasn’t dumb enough to think you’d gotten your skills without having training. And good training at that.  He never pushed for information but he hated feeling like he didn’t know anything about you while you knew the tiniest details about him. He never imagined that one of his missions would get him the answers he wanted.

You’d been gone for a while. Well, gone from his radar anyway. He knew you didn’t owe him shit but he’d be lying if he said the lack of contact wasn’t affecting him. He’d become used to having you around. It didn’t help that the last time he saw you he’d finally decided to make a move on you. Months of seeing each other and the day after he kisses you you drop from the face of the earth. Seemed like a hell of a coincidence. What Frank didn’t know was that as you went home that night you’d been caught by surprise by one of the gangs you've managed to piss off. In a normal circumstance you’d have whipped the shit out of your kidnapper but Frank's kiss had made you let your guard down which ultimately led you to getting caught. 

You’d woken up in a chair, yet again. Honestly these guys needed to start coming up with more creative ways to hold people. You’d been in this situation enough times to know how this would go: they’d try to get you to talk, you’d refuse, they’d threaten to torture you but never actually do anything and once they were distracted you’d make your escape. You had been right for the most part. It started exactly like you’d imagined. The thing that caught you by surprise was that when they got to the torture part they didn’t just leave it at threats. These guys had no issue beating you up for answers.

And you took it.

You’d been through worse and this is what you’d been trained for after all. Punch after punch and you kept quiet. It was only when they pulled out the knife that you opened your mouth. Not to give them answers. Oh no, you’d never do that. You only opened your mouth so that you could curse them out. That and to groan in pain when you received a particularly deep cut.

Frank had no idea what you were going through. To him this was just another job. Take out some pricks who'd rubbed him the wrong way. So imagen Frank's surprise when he’d made his way inside the building, guns blazing, and found you inside. Funny how things work. You’d been put in Frank's life out of nowhere and without even knowing it he’d come to your rescue. The second Frank's eyes fell on your banged up frame he lost his shit. He went after your torturers, killing them like it was the easiest thing he’d ever done. 

You’d seen Frank in action before, hell you’d been right next to him when he took a knife to some guy's eye, but you’d never seen him like this before. He was completely out of it. No thoughts in his eyes except a need to spill as much blood as he could manage. It should have scared you to see him in such a state but it didn’t. In fact it felt nice to have someone care about you enough to kill for you with no hesitation. 

Frank finished the last guy off, slitting his throat in one swift move before making his way to you. You smiled up at him as he approached your bruised face aching at the movement. 

“Hey there big guy.”

Frank didn’t respond, his eyes racking over the cuts that covered your body. He let out an angry grunt, kneeling down to cut you free from your bonds. Before you’d even managed to stand Frank had scooped you into his arms carrying you bridal style back to the van. He placed you into the passenger seat pulling your seatbelt over you before closing the door and making his way to the drivers side. You leaned your head against the window trying to focus on the view outside rather than the pain you were feeling. Frank watched you from the corner of his eye, his knuckles turning white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel as he drove. Those fucking bastards. 

Once you’d arrived at Frank's safehouse he parked the van making his way out of the car and going in the direction of your door. You’d already got it open and removed your seatbelt. You placed a hand on the door going to get out when Frank showed up in front of you blocking your way. You raised your head to look at him, eyebrows raising as you did.

“You're in my way, Frank.”

He looked at you, his hand moving to wrap under your legs. He was going to carry you again. You placed a hand on his shoulder pushing him lightly.

“I can walk, you know.”

Frank let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging a bit before he gazed up at you. His eyes were softer than normal, a look of guilt and worry washing over his features. You’d never had anyone look at you in such a way. Never felt your heart warm by a simple thing such as a look.

“Let me take you.”

You kept looking at Frank, your eyes moving over his features.

“Please.”

The desperation in his voice made you give in. You nodded at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he dragged you up into his hold. He kicked the van door closed with his foot turning around and making his way to the front door. Once the two of you were inside he made his way to the bedroom placing you on the bed before disappearing into the other room. He returned with a first aid kit in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. He handed you the bottle as he placed the kit on the bedside table. You didn’t question him, opening the bottle and taking a swing. Your face scrunched up as the whiskey made its way down your throat.

“Woah, that's some strong stuff.”

“It helps with the pain.”

“Homestyle morphine huh?”

“Something like that. I need you to take your shirt off.”

“Jesus Frank you kiss a girl once and then you're already asking her to undress?”

You were trying to lighten the mood but it wasn’t working. Maybe another time Frank would have laughed at your joke, perhaps even flushed a bit at the insinuation behind your words. Right now though he was stone faced.

“Okay, tough crowd.”

You pulled your shirt off, grimacing as the fabric snagged at some of the open cuts. You threw your shirt on the ground.

“What now doc?”

Frank made his way over to you, removing the pillow behind you before looking at you.

“Lay down.”

“I’ll get your sheets dirty.”

“It’s alright just lay down.”

You did as he asked, laying down on his bed which was surprisingly comfortable. Frank Sat down next to you, his eyes surveying your wounds as he tried to figure out which ones needed stitching and which ones just needed to be wrapped up. You observed him as he looked at you taking in how handsome he was. You sighed when his hands found their way onto your body with an unexpected softness. 

“You wanna take another swing of that? This will hurt a bit.”

“Nah i’m alright. There are worse things than pain.”

Frank knew that was true, some things were much worse than pain. For him losing his family had been worse than any physical pain he’d ever felt. He wondered what you were comparing your pain to. Perhaps he’d ask you about that later. Right now he had to focus on stitching you up. You closed your eyes as Frank worked trying your hardest to keep still to make his work easier. Once he finished he pointed to the bathroom.

“Feel free to clean up. There are clean towels in the cupboard.”

With that he rose from his seat, grabbing the first aid kit and began making his way out of the room. You glanced down at your clothes taking in how dirty they were.

“Frank?”

He turned to look at you.

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any clothes I could borrow?”

Frank looked at you, his eyes racking over the ripped clothes on your body and the lack of shirt. He made his way back into the bedroom, opening a drawer in his dresser and pulling out a black shirt.

“I don’t think any of my pants will fit you but I can grab some if you want.”

“Nah it’s okay. Thanks Frank.”

He nodded at you making his way out of the room once more. You made your way to the bathroom, stripping off the rest of your clothes and settling underneath the warm water. Your wounds burned as you washed up but you knew you needed to clean them well. Once you were clean and dressed you made your way to the kitchen. You found Frank leaning beside the stove as he waited for some water to boil.

“You making tea?”

“Yeah, I thought you might like some.”

“What kinds you got?”

Frank opened his cupboard showing you the large selection of tea types he had. You never took Frank for a tea guy but then again you didn’t know much about him other than what you’d read on his file and the things he’d told you when the two of you stayed together on stakeouts. Frank seemed to see the amusement in your face.

“Some nights I can't sleep so I grab a book and a cup of tea. It helps calm my mind.”

You give him a tender look, imagining this brute of a man sitting in his bed sipping on a camomile tea and reading a book to keep the dark thoughts away. You knew the feeling.

“Yeah I get it. Personally listening to music helps me. That and writing down my thoughts.”

You watched Frank's eyebrows furrow as he thought, clearly wanting to ask you something but not knowing how to go about it. You never really talked to people about your time in the Red Room. It wasn’t something that came up easily since it wasn’t a universal experience. Yet something about Frank made you want to open up to him. He’d had a tough life. You knew that and you thought that if anyone would understand the pain you’d been through it would be Frank.

The kettle squealed loudly on the stove telling you that the water was ready. You made your choice of tea, grabbing a mug and handing it to Frank so he could fill it with water. The two of you made your way to the living room. Frank sat on the couch and you settled yourself into the armchair near the window, glancing out into the woods. After a while the silence started getting too loud to your liking so you decided to fill it. You kept your eyes glued to the window as you spoke the thought of seeing Frank's reaction to what you were about to tell him to be overwhelming for you.

“I was part of a Russian operation. They trained me and a bunch of other girls from a very young age. We learned all types of things. None of them were things little girls should be learning about.”

Frank leaned his elbows on his knees, listening to you as you spoke.

“I had my first kill when I was twelve. It was part of some training they had me go through. I don’t know who he was, they didn’t show me his face. But I don't think I'll ever get  his screams out of my head.”

You took a deep breath in trying to push the tears down.

“No kid should go through that.”

Frank's mind flashed to his kids the image of his smiling daughter invading his mind. Lisa had been the same age you said you'd been when she died. He couldn’t imagine his baby girl pulling a trigger on someone. No one should be able to imagine that scene. But here you were telling him that you lived it. His blood boiled in his veins the thought of people taking away your childhood to make you a weapon making him sick.

“They had this-uhum- this ceremony I guess. A sort of graduation so you could become a black widow. That’s what they call us. Black widows. World deadliest assassins. We get trained for years but you only make it in after they…uhm after…”

Your breath shook as you breathed in, your hands tightening around your mug as you tried to will the memories away. Frank could see you were struggling. He got up from his seat and made his way to you. He kneeled in front of you pulling your mug out of your hands before wrapping his hand around yours.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I want you to know. I need you to know, before you decide anything else about this.”

You jestured between the two of you and Frank understood you were referring to the kiss. You closed your eyes, holding onto Frank's hand as you steadied yourself to continue.

“They sterilize you. It makes everything easier. One less thing for you to worry about really.”

You let out an angry snicker at how absurd the words sound.

“That’s the bullshit they fed us anyway. The truth is they sterilize us so that they don’t have to worry about us not having one hundred percent focus on the mission. They take away our right to have kids because it keeps us in line. Makes us the perfect weapon.”

The anger in your face is replaced by sadness as you look up at Frank.

“Look, I don't know what is going on between us. I just… I like you a lot Frank. But you have no future with me. I can’t give you back what you’ve lost. I can’t have kids.”

You let out a defeated shrug avoiding Frank's gaze as fresh tears began to roll down your face. Frank took some time to process what you’d just told him. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have something like that taken away from you. He remembered the joy on Marias face when she’d found out she was pregnant with his son. It had never crossed his mind that there were people out there who would never experience that feeling. Not because they didn't want to but because they couldn’t. It was clear that you thought of yourself as an unfit partner because of your inability to bear children. But Frank didn’t see it that way. In fact the idea that you cared enough to tell him about the situation showed him that you were a perfectly suited partner. Frank gathered your hands in his calling out your name so that you would look at him. You refused to turn to him but then he said your name again with a pleading tone and you found yourself looking in his direction. Frank placed a hand on your cheek carefully wiping the tears from your face. You leaned into his touch sniffing lightly.

“Let me kill them.”

You let out a small laugh, your eyes lighting up a bit.

“You think I'm kidding? Tell me their names and I'll blow them all to smithereens.”

You knew what Frank was trying to do and you appreciated it. You leaned your head on his shoulder nuzzling into his neck.

“Thank you.”

Frank placed his hands on your hips tugging you out of the chair and onto his lap. His hand found its way into your hair holding you close to him. You relaxed into his touch, closing your eyes as you inhaled the smell of him.

“It doesn't make you any less than anyone else.”

You lifted your head to look into Frank's eyes.

“It’s a foul thing they did to you. They had no right to make that choice for you but it doesn't make you undeserving of love.”

Frank sighed, looking out the window before looking back at you.

“After what happened with my family I thought I'd never find love again. I thought I didn't deserve another shot at it because I'd screwed up so bad the first time. And for a while I just accepted the fact that I'd probably end up dying alone.”

You kept your eyes latched onto Frank seeing the vulnerable expression on his face.

“Then you came in out of nowhere. You started showing up and you stuck around when things got tough. It’s hard to find loyal people like that when you lead the life I do. But there you were. Dropped out of the sky like you’d been sent to me specifically.”

Franks stopped avoiding your gaze, turning to look you straight in the eye as he continued to speak.

“I’m not good at this. Never have been. But when you know you just know. When I kissed you that night I knew. Knew that if I was going to get a second chance I'd want it to be with you. The life we have isn’t really suited for children. And I know what you’re thinking. Maybe you won’t always have this life Frank. What happens when you decide to settle down on some farm? What happens then?.”

He paused, collecting his thoughts.

“I’ll tell you what happens. I keep living. With you by my side. That's enough for me. And hell if it ends up not being enough for you then I guess there always will be adoption. It may not be blood but I've learned that family isn’t just blood. Sometimes family is the ones you chose to be around you.”

Tears had started streaming down your face again. No one had ever cared about you like this. No one had ever gone out of their way to make sure you didn’t feel broken because of something you couldn’t control. Frank Castle may have been painted as a heartless killer but that wasn’t all he was. He was kind and gentle. He would risk his life for the ones he loved without a second thought. You placed a hand on Frank's cheek pushing yourself up to kiss him tenderly. Frank wrapped his arms around you kissing you back with all the love he could muster up. You pulled apart after a while giving a kiss to Frank's cheek. He smiled down at you and you grinned up at him.

“You mind if I stick around for a while?”

“Screw sticking around for a while you’re stuck with me forever now. And don’t you try to fight it. That's a losing battle.”

Your face hurt from the force of the smile that had made its way onto your face. Frank placed a kiss to your nose raising from the floor and lifting you up with him. You wrapped your legs around his waist resting your hands on his shoulders as he spun you around. The two of you laughed as you spun, foreheads resting against each other. Frank stopped spinning but didn’t let you go. Instead he began walking to his bedroom.

“Where are you taking me, mister?”

“To our room.”

“Our room huh?”

“Yeah.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Good.”

It’s funny how people come into your life in the most unexpected ways. Perhaps if you hadn’t waited to break out of your binds that fateful day in the basement you would have never stumbled onto Frank Castle. And oh what a shame that would have been.

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[allthatyoulove]

Walk All Over You

Frank Castle/Female Reader (uses she/her pronouns, referred to as woman)

Chapter THREE of my Highway to Hell series!

Previous- one - two

Summary: The Punisher’s brought you to a mysterious, seemingly unused bunker in hopes of laying low after recent thrilling events. Now it’s just you, him, and the unyielding hold of a haunting past.

Includes: cursing, blood, descriptions of injuries, heavy alcohol consumption, mentions of abuse/torture/manipulation, suggestive situations (just a lot of making out), angst

Words: 6.4k

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient for this chapter, and for all the love on this series! Many more exciting things to come ;) Please check out my ~prompt list~ Hope you enjoy the story, feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed, thanks for stopping by :)

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“So… this is it?”

I looked around the dimly lit bunker, trying to hide the underwhelmed reaction. I scanned the large room, seeing a wall of what used to be windows - most of them missing the glass - surrounding a circle platform in the middle of the entirety of the bunker. It looked like a pile of junk sitting within the room. Two mini staircases on either side of the platform, with beds to the right and a vacant area to the left. I dropped Pete’s luggage he had me unload with him, walking deeper into the room. Pete watched me as I looked around.

“What, not fancy enough for ‘ya?” He asked, standing in the spot I had just left. Watching me.

I guess I hadn’t hidden it as well as I thought I did.

I walked up the stairs, running a finger along the handrail. I picked it up, inspecting it before responding to him.

“Sorry for expecting something not covered in dust.” I replied, pointing my finger towards him in significance. I raised my eyebrows, brushing my hands off and continuing up the stairs.

He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably.

“Hasn’t been used in a while.” He gruffed out, dropping the bag he was holding next to the one already on the floor. I looked toward the back of the room, seeing a huge- but empty- kitchen. I even caught a glimpse of cobwebs in the top corner.

“Yeah, I can tell.” I deadpanned, looking at him with a smirk. He walked over to one of the pillars, leaning against it. A smile pulled ever so lightly at the corners of his mouth. My face heated under his stare. I turned from him, continuing to walk into the circled room.

I passed through the threshold of the broken doorway, finally getting a glimpse at what lay in the room. My mouth dropped, my eyes mirroring the awe that awoke my hibernating heart. I saw Pete move from the corner of my eye, but I ran my hand over the first computer, admiring the priceless setup.

“You know how to work that thing?” Pete asked, now standing in the same threshold I had just passed through.

I blew the dust off the top of the computers, running a hand over the keyboards and analytic station. My heart was beating with excitement as I gently tried to clean it. I needed to see this baby in action.

“Are you kidding?” I asked, crouching down to follow through to where all the cords were gathered, sitting right outside the power strip on the ground. I was half scared the wires had been cut or messed with and would shock me, but any and all excitement for the possibility of it working outweighed my worries. “This is my whole thing.” I finished.

I plugged it in, with nothing but a little spark to fight back. I brushed my hands, standing up and looking around the multiple computers for the power button.

“I thought it was being a sharpshooter?” Pete retorted sarcastically. I gave him an exasperated look before putting my finger at the back of the computer, pressing it in.

“I’m a woman of many talents.” I winked at him, looking at the computers that now lit up white in front of me. Pete chuckled softly, coming to stand right next to me and watch as it came to life. The technology was severely outdated, sure- and I was reminded of this by how long it took to start up- but it looked like it had all the necessary components for hacking, surveillance, analysis of any kind- you name it. Any information you wanted, it could be found through this decades-old piece of hope.

We stood there for a few minutes, staring at the little bar underneath the brand logo, watching it barely move over the span of several minutes. It would be a while, but I was entranced.

After a few more minutes, Pete left from my side and walked into the kitchen, which I could see from behind the computer setup. I had sat down, my legs up on the desk as I inspected each and every piece of equipment within the room. I was messing with the retinal scan device that had been propped on top of the screen when I heard rattling from the kitchen.

I begrudgingly put the device down, sitting up in the chair to peek out over the computers. I saw Pete moving stuff around in the cupboards, taking out a glass to set on the island counter behind him. I watched him, curiously.

He got a bottle of whiskey out of the cabinet, inspecting it and the glass before him before shrugging and starting to drink it- straight out of the bottle.

I got up, quickly walking over to the kitchen right in front of him. He looked at me in question, bringing the bottle away from his lips. He swallowed then opened them to ask me something before I took the bottle out of his hands and started chugging it myself. The smoky burning spreading through my throat was welcomed, as was the familiar heat starting at the bottom of my stomach.

“Long day?” He asked, putting his hands on the counter and watching me. I met his eye contact, taking a few more swigs before pulling it away. I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, holding out the bottle for him to take. He continued to watch me, starting to drink once again. I kept my face still, despite his attempt at playful conversation. I watched his throat bob with every chug, his lips moistening with the alcohol. The familiar feeling of anticipation settled over the room, reminding me that he was talking to me. I had forgotten it all together, pulling my gaze from his lips and looking into his eyes. He pulled the bottle from his mouth, pouring himself a glass and setting it on the counter before returning my stare.

I decided not to answer him, instead walking behind him to get another glass out. I could feel him watching me as I spotted the glasses on the highest shelf. I stood up on my toes to reach for it, immediately paying the price. I instantly crumpled in pain, my hand going to my stomach to wrap around the deep injury I had forgotten about. I winced, my other hand bracing on the counter. Pete instantly walked to my side, silent but searching for the source of the pain.

Shit. I forgot about that.

I looked at the ground, my eyes shut as the stinging pain ran through my body. I breathed out shakily, letting out a breathy, sarcastic laugh. I wasn’t even sure what I was laughing at, and by the look on his face when I opened my eyes and looked up at him, Pete wasn’t sure either.

Maybe the fact that I had just started to think I could forget about this incessant reminder on my stomach.

I bit my lip to momentarily distract from the pain as I searched his eyes, bringing up the courage to talk.

“Gonna need your help.” I said, panting. I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath.

He just furrowed his brows, standing still in front of me. I kept my one hand over my injury, pushing myself up and off the counter. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey, trudging past Pete and towards - what I guessed was- a bathroom. I heard his steps follow me after a moment of hesitation.

I pushed open the door, turning the lights on which cast a blueish-green over the peeling cream-colored walls. It looked like a communal bathroom, with urinals against the wall to my left. The sinks lined the wall in front of me, one mirror broken and the others so dirty nothing could be seen in them. The showers were behind me, across from the sinks. I walked in front of the broken mirror, throwing open the door of it to see a first aid kit.

I need to ask him about all these perfectly-placed first aids.

I made that thought a mental note for later, taking out the kit and setting it on the sink. Pete came to my side, watching me mess with the contents.

I finally looked up at him, giving him a weary look before I lifted my shirt up. He averted his gaze at first, which made me softly chuckle. I held my shirt against my chest with my chin, looking at the day-old bandages that loosely lay across my waist. I saw Pete bring his attention back to me as I grimaced. I looked up in the mirror, not wanting to look at the wound up close. I held my shirt up with one hand, the other grabbing the edge of the bandage and slowly starting to unwrap it from my waist.

My heart was pounding in my ears. I couldn’t tell where the anxiousness was coming from- if it was because Pete was standing right next to me, with my shirt halfway off, or from the amount of blood I could feel myself losing, or because I knew what lay underneath the bandages. Maybe all of the above. I didn’t feel like facing this agonizing piece of my past, but I knew I had to face it eventually. Better now before I bleed out.

As I repeated the last sentence in my mind, the last piece of gauze fell from my waist. Anger filled my heart and eyes. Pete stiffened beside me, both of us holding our breath.

The bandages fell to the floor, blood starting to fall from what was carved into the side of my stomach:

L R

I had no more sadness in me, no tears threatening to spill. Either I had gotten all of them out of my system, or any sort of loss I had felt was replaced with a starving desire for revenge. I could swear that my body temperature raised, the anger emitting off of me in waves of heat.

My gaze switched to Pete’s face through the mirror. He stared at the initials, putting the pieces together in his mind. He looked angry as well, but remained silent. I was grateful for him not prying.

I broke the veil of silence between us, taking another long chug from the bottle of whiskey. Another grimace from the burn, but liquid courage was something I would be grateful for in a minute from now. I set the bottle back on the edge of the sink with a little more force than needed.

“Could you…” I trailed off, holding up the clean cloth.

He took the cloth from my hand, staring down at me with an intensity I couldn’t quite place.

I gave him half of a smile, going back to stare at the carving. Pete fumbled with some stuff in the kit on the counter, his back to me. I opened my mouth to ask him what was taking so long, but he had turned around and faced me in that same instant.

I held eye contact with him as he looked down at me, putting his hands on my lower waist and moving me so that my body was facing him. His hold was firm, but soft. He used a piece of gauze to wipe off the blood that started to trail down my hip, his brows furrowed in concentration. I watched his face, how his jaw was set and he breathed much lighter as he scrubbed my stomach. His eyes were determined, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he folded the gauze, throwing it away. I didn’t register any pain, being completely entranced in watching him. My heart had been beating deeply- not particularly hard, or with worry, just… heavily.

He had something else in his hand, but I didn’t try to look at it. I was still watching him when he suddenly got down on his knees in front of me. That’s when my heart started to beat pretty hard in my chest. My feet shifted, his hands going to my waist once again to hold me still as he got comfortable on the floor- on his knees. He looked up at me then, from the floor. His eyes met mine and at first, any emotion behind them had been indiscernible.

I need to know what he’s thinking.

I looked further into his eyes, past the initial layer of coldness.

He looked at me with fondness, with curiosity. With pity.

It’s like he felt it in that moment too- the breaking of the barrier he had put up behind his eyes. His throat bobbed, but his face remained neutral. It became too much then. Too much emotion, too much tension between the positions we were in and the fact I was confident I had mastered the deciphering of this man’s visual emotional cues.

I looked away, once again watching us through the mirror. His eyes stayed on my face for a moment longer before his hands went up to the abrasions on my stomach, when I saw he held a needle and thread.

It seemed that we had done a lot of tending to wounds these past few days, and though I should’ve started to get used to the stitching, it was hard to watch. I grabbed the bottle once again, only taking a small sip- I finally started to feel the effects of my earlier drinks. A little bit to numb the pain, but not enough.

The stinging rang through my stomach and legs, to the bottom of my feet. I grabbed the edge of the sink, my head falling slightly. Pete was silent, concentrating on his stitching as he made quick work of it.

My eyes were squeezed shut for most of it, trying to clear my mind of any thoughts to pass the time quicker. It seemed to work- either that method or the alcohol- as it seemed like only a few minutes had passed before Pete spoke.

“All done.”

My eyes shot open like I had just woken up, and the room blurred into view. I let go of the sink, standing up and wobbling a bit. Pete’s hand went out to my lower back to prevent me from falling back. My cheeks had already been warm since my sudden consciousness a few seconds ago, but I’m sure they got even warmer with his touch. I looked down at my stomach, looking at the stitches. They were clean, and as good as I could hope for, but the obvious initials weren’t any less clear.

The L R was bold and taunting- the clearest voice in my head.

Don’t forget who you belong to.

I cleared my throat, taking what I told myself would be the last drink. I took a long sip, long enough that Pete got impatient and took it from my mouth, taking a couple sips of his own. I smiled, my eyes more closed than they were before as I watched him. He watched me too, the ghost of a smile on his own lips.

We sat in comfortable silence, breathing in and out deeply through the fading pain of my wound, and the lasting effects of a tense situation. One that seemed to affect him more than getting shot at earlier. He pulled the bottle from his lips- with only a tiny bit left.

A beat of silence passed between us, both of us letting the liquor settle before I spoke.

“This place got any music?”

—

I felt the beat of the song vibrating through my skin and into my bones. I had no control over my body as I swayed, occasionally flailing my arms when the bass kicked up. The room spun, and I got dizzy if I moved any faster than extremely slow. I felt so good. I couldn’t think of the last time I had this much fun.

Pete sat on the floor, an empty bottle next to him and another in his hand. He had one leg out in front of him, the other bent as he rested his arm on it. He was watching me, his head swaying to the beat and laughing whenever I stumbled and tried to catch myself. We would laugh, sing, mime the lyrics to the song.

The music was loud, but not too loud as to cover the sounds of his low laughter- which only fueled my beating heart as well as my uncontrollable dancing. I looked back at him, laughing at myself before a slight sting hit me again. I winced a tiny bit but was still laughing, falling to the ground by his feet.

I stared at the ceiling, watching it try to catch up with my eyes and caught my breath.

I suddenly thought of a question I was rather curious about, and I didn’t think twice as I sat up. I turned, laying on my stomach and propping my elbows up so my head was resting atop my knuckles. I looked at him, a smile plastered on my face against my will. I couldn’t get it off my face, even though the atmosphere changed into something a bit more serious.

He turned his face towards mine, putting the bottle down and offering me his attention.

“So…” I began, one of my hands starting to trace shapes aimlessly on the ground. “You’re not gonna ask?”

I could see the understanding in his eyes, and I didn’t offer any more clarification. He looked down at the ground, shrugging.

“Figure you’d tell me if you wanted to.” He said, looking back up at me.

I stared at him.

He wasn’t going to pry, or beg for answers to questions he wasn’t sure I’d wanna answer. He saved me, but didn’t force me to tell him anything about my past, or why I was where I was. He didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to, and brought me to this bunker. This most likely secret bunker, as a refuge from the hands of the people we had both been tortured by. He had gotten me food, and new clothes. A motel. He patched up my wounds, on multiple occasions- sometimes without even needing me to ask.

Maybe it was the alcohol- the sudden boost of confidence and the lack of wariness over any future consequences. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at me, as if we’d known each other for much longer than a few days. As if this was the start of something that would change our lives- for better or worse.

Maybe it was both.

I sat up, slowly crawling over to him. He opened his legs a little wider to accommodate as I crawled between them, placing my hands on his knees. I sat up on the heels of my feet, analyzing his face. The bruises that had once been aggressive and purple were now a muted yellow if not gone without a trace. His eyes were soft and inviting, his chest moving up and down increasingly. He looked at me as well, at my lips. I leaned in slowly, half because I wanted to give him time if he didn’t like where this was going, and half because if I had gone any faster I might’ve fallen to the ground.

His eyes switched from my eyes to my lips, being patient but subtly leaning his face towards mine. I pressed my lips to his softly, the lightest of touches. After only a few seconds I looked to his eyes, which were closed with his brows knitted together and his lips pursed, like he didn’t want or expected the kiss to end so soon. I felt his breath as he let out a faint exhale. I smirked, finally getting impatient and once again closing the distance between us.

I pressed my lips against his firmly, pulling away quickly to go in again. I opened my mouth this time, molding our lips together. He tasted of whiskey. He let me take control, kissing me back but with a gentleness I didn’t think he had in him.

I slowly pulled away after a couple seconds, leaning back on my arms and crossing my legs. I smirked at him, feeling the blush over my face. He smiled at me too, shaking his head and looking down at his hands that sat in his lap. The music played low in the back, seeming even lower than before as we enjoyed each other’s presence.

Something had shifted between us- definitely now, but even before the kiss. I felt closer to him, and I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted him to know everything about me. I wanted him to know me, and I wanted to know him. I heard myself talking before I could even process it.

“LR.” I started, tracing a finger over the shirt and bandages that hid the mark. “Leonardo Ricci. He was my boyfriend.”

I looked everywhere but him, not having the strength to look in his eyes- even at the level of drunk I was. I could see in my peripheral that he was staring at me, listening intently and to every word.

“Actually- no.” I shook my head, closing my eyes for a moment to laugh dryly and sarcastically at my mistake. “My fiancé.”

I could see his jaw clench, his hands that were in his lap folding into fists and him hiding them from my view. I continued, feeling empty so far towards my painful confessions.

“We’ve been- or uh, we were together for…” I trailed off, trying to remember exactly how long we had been together. It seemed I’d been stuck with him my entire life. “I think twelve years, going on thirteen.

“I don’t even really remember when it became official. We were expected to be married since we’d been born- family traditions and all that. We both come from very powerful families. Families that wanted to unify and take over New York. Then the East coast. Then the whole country.” I shook my head, finally lifting it to look at him. He was staring at me in concentration, in sympathy. An intense stare, like he was seeing me in an entirely new light and yet in his eyes, I was still the same, all at once. I continued.

“My whole life, I’ve been raised to marry him- to marry Leo, and continue our fucked up mob business with him and his family. They’ve been training me my whole life for that. Like cattle to be slaughtered. Endless… sitting in on meetings, witnessing the deaths of countless innocents, getting sent to kill anyone who questioned us. Even self defense classes.

“Yet none of it prepared me to have to fight for my life against the one person I’d been raised to love.” I didn’t realize my eyes had been watering until I blinked and a tear fell down my face. I wiped it instantly, shaking my head shamefully. “He’s all I’ve ever known.”

I leaned forward, putting my head down and sitting with my legs crossed only a foot away from him. It brought me physical pain to have to bring this up again. At that moment, I felt as if I would never be able to talk about it without crying. Without digging up every single terrible feeling I’d ever felt regarding them- my family, Leo.

I breathed in and out deeply, sniffling and trying to reign my emotions back in. There was so much more that needed to be said. So much more that I wanted to tell him, but telling everything all at once proved to be difficult.

As this thought went through my head, I felt a hand touch my cheek, bringing my face back up into the light.

He held the side of my face softly, staring into my eyes as if he could transfer his thoughts. I see you, and I understand.

I leaned into his hand, smiling softly at him.

It was him who now leaned forward, connecting our lips quickly. This kiss was even more passionate and intimate, the salty taste of my tears on our lips they molded together. He held me close, getting more firm everytime we pulled away just to reconnect again.

He pulled me in as much as he could, using both his hands to grab my face and communicate all he could into the kiss. I furrowed my brows, placing my hands on top of his own and kissing him back with as much fervor.

We slowly eased up our hold on one another, pulling away reluctantly. He rested his forehead against my own, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

After a few moments like this, I pulled my head away, running my hands down his arms and putting them back into his lap. I bit at my lip, not knowing where to start.

“Did you love him?” Pete gruffed out, sudden but soft- not knowing if he had crossed a line.

I swallowed, taking a few moments to think before answering.

“At one point.” I responded, nodding as the memories came back to me. “Then the line between true love and manipulation started to fade together.”

The silence came back as we both thought about all that had been said. Pete’s hand came out to rest on my thigh, rubbing comfortingly.

I couldn’t think too hard on the feelings these memories brought back, though I knew where and when they came from. The alcohol still buzzed through my head and stomach, and my body swayed back and forth unwillingly. It was like word vomit, and I couldn’t stop it. Everything I had said was against my will, yet I couldn’t find myself caring too much about it. If anything, I felt a tiny weight had been brought off my chest as I had said the words. I would definitely regret all of this tomorrow.

For now, the butterflies in my stomach from the alcohol and desire for the man I’d kissed- several times now- in front of me was the only thing I could focus on. I wanted to have fun, and I wanted to make out a little bit more. I just wanted more. And my drunk self would get it. I closed my eyes, swaying a little harder to the song playing. The music had just come back to my senses, as if I had blocked it out before. I didn’t recognize it, but I danced in my place on the floor all the same. My closed eyes helped me focus on the music, feeling it everywhere. I sat contently on the floor, Pete’s hand still on my thigh.

The liquor swam through my veins, going straight to my legs.

Maybe I should get up and dance instead.

I opened my eyes, looking at Pete again. He seemed in deep thought, looking off to the floor. His thumb rubbing circles on my thigh never stopped.

Or maybe we should make out some more.

I, too, became entranced in thought as I debated between the two.

“Frank.” He spoke suddenly.

I snapped out of my thoughts, only hearing a grumble out of the man in front of me.

“... What?” I asked, not sure if he even said anything at all.

“Frank. It’s my name- my real name.”

I stared at him.

This fucker gave me a fake name.

I broke out into a huge smile, watching the confusion paint his face before I took his hand that was on my thigh into my own, shaking it. He stared at me, a smile breaking out onto his own face as I climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

I was an inch from his face when I looked into his eyes, still holding his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Frank.” I slurred, kissing him for the however-manyth time that night.

I put my hand on the bottom of his chin, using my thumb to slightly pull his mouth open. I wasted no time in using my tongue to tentatively massage his own, testing what he did and didn’t want to do. He did the same, using his own tongue to explore my mouth as I felt him sit up straighter. I smiled into the kiss.

His arms wrapped around me, one around my waist and the other across my back, holding onto my shoulder. I knew that wasn’t a gun he had in his pocket, and that made me smile even bigger as I continued to explore his mouth. My hand was on his shoulder, the other at his nape, the tips of my fingers in his hair. Our tongues came together again and again, the taste of whiskey- and copper- strong on our tongues. Copper… Did I bite his lip? Whatever.

We breathed heavily, our pace passionate and needing but slow and sensual all at once. I wasn’t physically capable of going too fast due to the alcohol, but I also wanted to enjoy the moment.

I wanted to dance, and I wanted to make out a little more.

Just as I mentally congratulated my drunken self, I heard the strong guitar strings at the start of one of my favorite AC/DC songs.

I pulled away, Pete- or, Frank- following me with his lips initially. His lips had started to swell up a little bit, and his bottom one had a tiny bit of blood on it.

I opened my mouth in excitement.

“I love this song!” I pretended to strum the guitar in time with the intro- or at least, what I felt like was in time. He laughed at me, shaking his head and letting his hands fall to his sides as he watched me in my fake performance.

I began to sing along with the background chorus of the song:

“Walk all over you”

As I ran my hands up his chest, moving back and forth. It felt so good and I was having so much fun. I sang the song, bringing my close half an inch from Frank’s face just to pull it away again when he started to lean in. He just sat there and stared with admiration in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

I finally got up, wanting to move my entire body.

I wanted to dance, and I wanted to make out a little more.

—

I fell to the ground, landing on my butt as the song came to an end. I was panting, Frank clapping from his spot on the floor. I smiled at him, crawling over and sitting right next to him. Another song came on, this one much slower than the last.

I closed my eyes, nodding along to the song and getting lost in the darkness behind my eyes.

Before long a thought popped into my head. One that I couldn’t wrap my head around.

“Hey,” I began, slowly opening my eyes and adjusting to the light before looking over at Frank. He was looking down at his lap before he lifted his own head, looking at me with his usual furrowed-brow expression.

I scooted towards him more, turning my body so I was facing him before continuing.

“How did his guys find us earlier? Did they follow you from Leo’s place?” I asked, fiddling with my hands in worry. I searched his face for an answer.

He stared back at me as he thought, in confusion and concern.

“I wasn’t followed after I left. They had all night to catch up to the motel.” He replied, seeming nonchalant.

I was incredibly confused. If they didn’t follow him when he escaped, how were they able to find where we were the next day? There were hundreds of other places I could’ve gone, that we could’ve gone. Yet somehow, they knew. Knowing what the car looks like, I understand. He used that car to get us out of there I assumed, but the exact route we took? It was suspicious, but my mind started to hurt from how hard I was thinking about it. I also trusted his answer. He seemed certain that no one had followed them, so maybe it was just dumb luck that they found us. I brushed it off and decided to worry more about it later. For now, we were safe and away from them. That’s all that mattered.

I sighed loudly and dramatically, spinning around and laying down so my head was in his lap. I closed my eyes, feeling like I could fall asleep at that moment. Frank softly ran his hand along my arm.

“You think he’ll come after you?” He spoke low, almost in a whisper. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His expression was open, soft. I swallowed. Sitting up and propping myself on my arms, I looked at him over my shoulder.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t already found us.” I whispered, my voice shaking- as if he could hear me. He looked at me with deep concern.

“Why’s that?”

“He’s a man that gets what he wants.”

I looked at him, in his eyes. I wasn’t sure how much time he had spent in there, or even how much time I had spent in there- but I was a little confused on how he hadn’t gotten to learn the extremes Leo would go to. When who he was, or what he owned, was threatened. I was grateful that he didn’t know, and hoped he would never know. He could take care of himself, I knew that. Hell, he’d been my rock these past few days as I adjusted to no longer being a mob boss’ pin doll. He was tough, patient, and smart. Wary. Suspicious. Closed off.

I didn’t mind it though, and I knew there was a reason behind it. One I’d hope to find out about one day, as we learn more about each other. A part of me was surprised at how much had happened between us these past few hours. I could tell neither of us have ever done something like this, ever trusted someone so quickly as to comfortably drink and enjoy ourselves. It hadn’t been that long since we’d known each other, but our circumstances were certainly different from most people. We were similar, but also different. We got along, and started to understand each other. What would happen tomorrow, or the days after that was something for sober, conscious me to worry about. I wanted to live in the moment for now.

After a couple minutes of silent contemplating from both of us, Frank reached his hand up to rub my arm, squeezing near my shoulder in reassurance.

I winced, pain shooting through my arm as he squeezed it. He dropped his hand, sitting up straighter to look at me apologetically. I looked up at him in confusion, opening my mouth to say something before I looked away, trying to remember something that was on the tip of my tongue. I ran a hand over my shoulder, feeling something like a scarred over cut. I looked at it, seeing the tiniest vertical stitches along my arm. I kept my hand over it, trying my hardest to remember something I felt I knew about the injury.

“Do it again.” I spoke suddenly, looking back up at Frank.

He looked at me with confusion, like he had heard me wrong. I nodded, holding out my arm. He looked into my eyes, slowly bringing his hand back up to wrap around my arm in the same place. He looked apprehensive before he squeezed it again. I felt the same pain in my arm, as well as some… thing underneath my skin.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed to myself in frustration, closing my eyes to try and help the memory come to surface.

It came to me in an uncomfortable vividness.

I spit out blood, joining the other dried-up splatters of blood that had been there since my first day down here. My head was heavy as I struggled to keep it upright. My eyes drooped and fought to stay open. I felt so weak. I turned my head back to him as he crouched, looking at me in anger. I met his stare with disgust. He muttered something, grabbing my face with so much force I could taste more blood. My head shook with his hand.

“You are mine.” He yelled, spitting the words at me as if he could say them enough times and they would become true. “You will never get away from me.”

He brought a knife up to my face in promise. I just looked at him, feeling too weak to cry or talk, and much too weak to put up any fight. He laughed before showing a pitiful expression, holding my face with both hands.

“We are meant to be together. Forever.” He said, dropping my head from his hands. My head fell, my chin against my chest as I started to succumb to the fatigue.

He mumbled something, and I tried to pick up my head, but to no avail. I was sinking further and further into unconsciousness.

Until I felt as if my arm had caught on fire. My head shot up as I thrashed against the restraints, screaming and crying in pain. I looked to the side, seeing Leo slicing a line down my arm. I panted and sobbed once, twice, three times-

Before I fell unconscious.

My eyes widened, looking at Frank horrified and with painful recollection.

“He… no.” I shook my head, trying to convince myself that the idea was absurd. “He put the…” I trailed off.

“What? What happened?” Frank asked with increasing worry.

I muttered underneath my breath, repeating the memory out loud slowly to myself. I stood up abruptly, almost falling over but quickly regaining my balance. The alcohol’s effects started to wear off as the alarming sobriety of the situation kicked in. Frank stood up as well, standing in the same spot but watching me.

“What is it?” He asked again, insisting but uneasy.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the block on the counter. I walked back over to him, holding the knife in my hand. He looked down at the knife, then at me. He didn’t show any fear or suspicion, just worry.

I looked into his eyes, sobering myself up so I could show on my face that I was serious. I hoped he would trust me and ask me about it afterwards, because I might not have the strength that I have now in a couple minutes. I spoke with as much confidence and assertion as I could muster in the moment.

“Frank... I’m gonna need you to cut open my arm.”

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[iwannabesawtrapped]

just another day of calling big murder men "babygirl"

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[nyxxhecate]

Wilson Bethel you're so real. A tweet all the way back from 2014 too. Bless.

Meanwhile the Daredevil fandom is still glazing and supporting this zionist (Jon Bernthal) and ignoring all his shit

#free palestine #wilson bethel #anti zionism #jon bernthal #daredevil #bullseye #the punisher #marvel #mcu #marvel comics #frank castle

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#marvel #mcu #matt murdock #daredevil #frank castle #the Punisher #fratt #text post

[asgardswinter]

A thread of Jon Bernthal being a zionist and why all of you should stop supporting him.

Especially if you actually care about Palestinians and ur going around cancelling zionists like Noah Schnapp and Amy Schummer.

You can read my thread on my twitter page:

https://x.com/aquasuperbat/status/1769431729385648594?s=46

First of all, Jon Bernthal has liked tons of pro-Israel propaganda posts on twitter

He signed a letter to Biden in support of Israel like many other celebrities

He never signed the letter calling for a ceasefire. I think that says enough that he still holds zionist views.

He platformed an ex idf soldier on his podcast. Giving people who have killed Palestinians and committed Genocide a safe place.

Jon Bernthal’s sister in law (his brothers wife) is Sheryl Sandberg, a billionaire who runs multiple technology companies.

She has spread a lot of misinformation about Hamas. Shes very pro-israel

After all of this, hes stayed silent on the massacres that has occured in Gaza. Hes stayed silent as children have been bombed and are currently being starved. Over 40,000 innocent lives, mostly women and children have been taken, but he doesnt hesitate to stay silent.

If you care about this then you will stop supporting Jon even if he plays ur favourite character. I LOVED his ver of Frank Castle. But i cant stand by him with his complicit in genocide while i see innocent lives being taken.

In the past month he hasnt liked any pro-israel content, most likely because he saw the amount of support Palestinians are getting and that celebs r being outed. Or his team has told him to stop. I dont believe hes changed his views.

In 2022 he followed the official Israel account on twitter but has since unfollowed it.

If ur gonna continue supporting Jon then block me. U disgust me if you do and you cant go around cancelling celebs like Noah Schnapp because then ur just a hypocrite. If ur against zionism then ull stop being fans of every zionist celeb.

This isnt the only disgusting thing hes done, he platformed an abuser on his podcast. Giving people like them a safe place. Most of the ppl he has on his podcast r men, particularly ex cops and military. Hardly any women. Dude reeks of blue lives matter.

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[devilsmaydare]

is this anything

#daredevil #the punisher #matt murdock #frank castle #fanart #art #marvel #mcu #fratt #frankmatt #fratt club...... #i can never get their faces right im srry

[raainstorms]

#karen page #frank castle #kastle #kastleedit #daredevil #the punisher #marvel #mcu tv #edits #thepunisheredit #daredeviledit

[cat-cosplay]

The Purrnisher

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[theshipdiaries]

*He is being charged with multiple homicides you shouldn't even be alone in a room with him, don't get close he is too dangerous *

Karen: but your honor he is kinda cute 🥺

#kastle #the punisher #daredevil #2x05 #2.05 #karen x frank #frank x karen #karen page #frank castle #marvel #mcu

[beyondthefold]

BEN BARNES as BILLY RUSSO The Punisher S01E03 "Kandahar"

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[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Frank Castle X Reader: Bloody savior

Explicit content ahead (mdni)

Warning: Shower sex, breeding kink (lightly), smut, kissing, creampie, penetration (p in v), size difference, mentions of masturbation, sexual fantasies, use of 'sir', description of killing, blood, death, fighting, use of weapons, cruising.

Summary: Frank got caught and you came to the rescue. When getting cleaned up smut ensues

Word count: 4K

You had this look in your eyes. A manic kind of look. Like a hungry animal who’d just caught a whiff of blood for the first time in weeks. Castle knew that look. He was familiar with it. He had it when he’d been in Afghanistan and he’d brought it back home with him. He could put it away, ignore the hunger for a while but whether he liked it or not it was always there in the back of his mind. In Frank the hunger was fueled by revenge. Ever since what happened with his family it seemed that the hunger had become insatiable. He’d learned to live with it. Learned to control it. But every once in a while it’d break free and hell would break loose. You’d come into Frank's life as a pleasant surprise, an ally, a friend and eventually a partner. You were different in various aspects but the thing that tied you to each other was your desire to make things right. Whatever it took. You didn’t have training like Frank, you’d never served but you knew your way around a gun. Your dad had made sure of that.  Because of this you knew how to keep up with Castle. Knew how to clean your weapons, keep them nice and polished but most importantly you knew how to use them when the time came. You were a hell of a good shot, not better than Frank but then again few were more capable at warfare then him. He lived off it, thrived in the chaos. You only chose violence when there was no other way. 

They had left you with no other choice. 

The minute Frank didn’t  return from his stakeout you knew something was wrong. Knew they got to him somehow. Nearly no one knew he was alive and the ones who did were set on making sure he wouldn’t see another day. That meant you were his only chance, and by god were you going to make sure you got him out alive. 

With Lebiermans help you managed to find Frank's possible location and made your way to it. Once you surveyed the area, taking note of possible exits in the building. You managed to sneak into the second floor deck moving quickly as you tried to pinpoint where they were keeping Frank. You had expected them to be holding somewhere underground, that would have been the smart choice, but to your surprise they had him in one of the upper bedrooms, the one with a bigass window. It was too risky to simply break the glass and jump in. The noise would attract to much unwanted attention and by what you had managed to see Frank seemed to be passed out in the chair he’d been tied to.YOu wondered how these fools had gotten a jump on Frank when you remembered he’d been injured in your last mission and hadn’t had the proper time to heal completely. 

Fucking cowards. 

You gritted your teeth as you tried to figure out a way into the room that would make you have to deal with too many people. Just as you were about to make a move the door to the room opened. You ducked down, getting into a position that allowed you to see what was happening while at the same time not letting yourself be seen. You watched as a large man made his way towards Frank, followed by two buff men carrying guns.  The large man, who you believed to be the leader of the gang, got to Frank and slapped him hard in the face. Frank flinched awake, his body moving against his restraints. You couldn’t hear what they were saying through the glass but it wasn’t hard to understand what was going on. They were trying to pull information out of Frank but he wasn’t talking. You watched Frank's features seeing them twist into his signature snarl. You hesitated for a moment, maybe it would be best to let Frank handle these three by himself and once the rest came in you’d make your entrance. The thought was gone in a matter of seconds. The leader had pulled out a knife cutting the once almost healed wound in Frank's shoulder. Frank's face scrunched up in pain, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Even as blood gushed down Frank's arm he refused to talk. Clearly annoyed by the lack of answers the gang leader began punching Frank. He kept hitting Frank with everything he had. The grip on your weapon tightened. You were going to make them pay for this.

Frank was used to pain. He’d learned to live with it. Even so the blood he was losing was making his head spin and the constante plowing he was receiving was causing his brain to hurt. He should be trying to get out of his chains. Should be trying to grab the knife on his enemy's hip but he couldn’t get himself to move. For a moment he wondered if this was it. After everything he was going to die in some shit house because of some idiot gang. Just as he’d begun to accept that maybe this was the end he heard shooting outside. His attacker's punch stopped in the middle of the air, his head turning towards the sound of guns firing.

“What the hell is going on out there?”

“I think someone broke in, boss.”

“That’s impossible.”

The noise of bullets was exchanged by the sound of screams. It kept growing closer. The sound of bodies falling to the ground becoming more and more consistante. Frank saw the fear in the eye of the three men before him.

“You two watch the door and don't let anyone come in until I'm done with this one.”

Frank watched as the boss turned to face him, his fist rising in the air once more when silence overtook the room. These fools had no idea what that meant. In their head the quiet meant it was over. It lulled them into a false sense of security. Made them think that they were safe. Frank knew what it meant though. It was your signature move. Make the enemy think he’d won and once they let their guard down you atack. Frank couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re dead.”

The three men turned to face him, the unexpected tranquility being replaced by fear.

“Big talk for someone strapped to a chair.”

“I’m not the one you should be afraid of.”

The moment the words left his mouth the door of the room blew off its hinges.

You wasted no time the second your eyes caught onto one of them you ponced. You latched onto one of the men slitting his throat with ease. The other lackey started to fire at you but his gun jammed. You looked at him, a smile gracing your features as you raced toward him pushing him into the wall before head bumping him and sticking your blade into his neck. His body slumped to the ground, blood gushing from his wound as you pushed your knife deeper. You snapped your head in Frank's direction, eyes falling on the boss. He was a big man. Larger than you but he was unarmed and you were fueled by an abnormal amount of adrenaline. You could take him. You moved like a cat, twisting your blade in your palm as you waited for your prey to move. You glanced at Frank upon noticing how beat up he looked your shoulders sagged a bit. Your pity quickly turned to rage, a scream leaving your lips as you charged at the larger man. He grabbed you with ease pushing you against a wall and hitting you in the chest. You went to move your hand to stab him in the stomach but he grabbed your arm before you could get a good angle. He hit your hand against the wall causing you to release your weapon. You bit into your lip to the point that it drew blood. You had been backed into a corner and you hated the feeling. 

“Not so tough now hum?”

You spit onto the man's face watching anger appear on his face.

“You little bitch.”

His hands wound around your throat cutting off your ability to breath. YOu kicked at his legs trying to get him off you. Frank struggled against his chains as he tried to get to you.

“Hey! Let her go, she's got nothing to do with this!”

“Ah you like this one do you Frank?”

“Just let her go and I'll tell you what you want.”

“She killed my men. No way I'm letting her live.”

Your face was starting to turn red due to the lack of air but you kept fighting against the man's grip. You placed your hands against his stomach trying to push him off. Your hand skimmed at the handle of the knife near his hip, fingers trying to grab it while you could. You looked at Frank trying to tell him your plan without speaking. He got the message giving you a nod as he started talking, just spewing random shit out of his mouth to distract your attacker. When Frank mentioned the man's family his hands slacked ever so slightly allowing you to get a grip on his weapon. Before he could even notice what had happened you stabbed him in the stomach. He turned to look at you, his face contorting in pain as he stumbled away from you. You fell to the ground gasping for air. You couldn’t hear anything anymore except for the dull thud of your heartbeat. You rose from the ground charging at the man once more. Since he was hurt you managed to knock him down much easier then last time. YOu straddled his hips, filling your eyes as you stared down at the man. YOu raised your hand and stabbed him in the neck. You repeated the action over and over again, a scream leaving your throat with every stab. You knew he was dead. Could see the lack of life in his eyes but you couldn't stop yourself from plunging your blade into his body. Frank called out your name causing you to look at him. He took in your appearance. You were covered in blood. Your hair had turned red due to the amount that covered you. When he looked at your eyes he wasn't greeted by their usual warmth. You were looking at him like a rabid animal, your hands latched onto your weapon for dear life.

“It’s over. He’s dead.”

You glanced at the man beneath you before turning to look back at Frank. When your eyes fell on Frank's face they softened a bit. You rose from where you were making your way to Frank. He watched you come to him, his body relaxing once he realized you’d weren’t looking at him like he was a piece of meat anymore. You kneeled in front of him picking the locks on his chain before looking up at him. You placed a hand on his face. Frank watched you look up at him with your eyes full of love before falling onto the blood on your hand. Your eyes widened as you looked down at yourself seeing the damage you’d caused for the first time. You moved your hand away from Frank trying to scrub the blood of your palms despair gracing your features as you failed to remove the red tint. Frank could tell you were starting to panic. You weren’t used to this much killing, especially not by yourself.

“Hey it’s okay. Look at me. 

You looked at Frank with lost eyes. It seemed like you’d just woken up from a daze. Frank got up from his chair pulling you off the ground before wrapping you in his embrace.

“Shhh it’s alright. It’s over. Let's go home.” 

You stumbled into your apartment removing your boots before making your way to the bathroom. Frank followed behind grabbing a towel on the way. You sat on top of the toilet  as Frank turned on the water to fill up the tub. You stripped your clothes, throwing them in a plastic bag before sinking into the warm water. Frank kneeled down soaking a sponge in the water and beginning to clean you up. You let him do what he needed sitting still as he washed the blood off your body. Perhaps it should have been weird, this was the first time he was seeing you naked yet for some reason this felt normal. 

“How’s your arm?”

“It will heal.”

“It was almost healed already.”

Frank heard the anger in your tone. He looked up at your face, finding you staring at his bare shoulder. There was a twinge of guilt in your expression. 

“Hey. This is not your fault.”

“I should have been quicker. Should have broken the window and just jumped in. Dragged you outside.”

“Would have called too much attention.”

“Right cause killing all of them won’t.”

“They were drug dealers and gangsters. No one will care, trust me I know.”

You closed your eyes, sighing  as Frank moved the sponge against your back. He watched as your shoulders sagged, finally calming down. You’d gone bat shit back there because they had hurt him. Frank didn’t have a lot of people who would risk themselves like that for him. He appreciated it.

“You’re gonna need to turn on the shower to wash your hair. There is too much blood.”

Frank got up to leave but you grabbed his wrist. He turned to look down at you. 

“You need a shower too.”

“Once you’re done I'll clean up.”

“We could share.”

Frank's breath hitched at the sound of your voice.

“You sure you’d be comfortable with that?”

You let out a laugh.

“Ever the gentleman Frank.”

You rose out of the water crossing your arms in front of your bare chest. Frank's eyes never left your face but he wouldn’t lie that he was tempted.

“I’m covered in the blood of people I killed for you. Pretty sure I can handle seeing you naked.”

You grinned at Frank's shocked expression. You always did like making him flustered. Frank mulled it over in his head for a moment before beginning to remove his clothes. His arm burned as he tried to remove his shirt.

“Here let me help.”

You stepped out of the tub moving closer to Frank so that you could reach the edge of his shirt.

“Raise your arms.”

Frank did what you asked, allowing you to remove his bloodied shirt from his body. A small gasp left your lips when your eyes fell onto the new wound fingers moving over it softly.

“Doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches but we might have to bandage you up.”

“Okay.”

“Need help with your pants too?”

“Nah i got them. You can turn on the water.”

You nodded, turning around to face the shower. The shower head sprang to life in a matter of seconds. You put out your hand to see if the temperature was good.

“I think it's warm eno-”

The words died on your lips as you looked at Frank's naked frame. You shouldn’t have been surprised. You’d seen him without his shirt before and the way he was built didn’t leave much to the imagination but good lord he was big. Frank flushed under your gaze, his eyes running over your body as you stared at him.

“Like what you see?”

Your eyes snapped up to Frank's face, a blush growing in your cheeks once you realized he saw you checking him out. 

“I know I do.”

Ah fuck, why did he have to sound like that? Mustering all of your self restraint you moved into the shower glancing as Frank as you threw your head back under the water. 

“You gonna stare or you gonna join me?”

Frank let out a grin moving to get into the shower. Once he was inside he pulled the curtain close, blocking out the outside world. The two of you stared at each other for a while trying to figure out how to go about this. You made the first move, pulling Frank's hand with your and placing it on your hip.

“You’re too far away. The water is not even getting on you.”

“That’s why you want me closer? So the water gets to me?”

There was a playful tone in Frank's voice causing you to relax a bit.

“It doesn't make kissing you much easier either.”

“Oh well if you wanted a kiss all you had to do was ask.”

Frank leaned down, closing the distance between your lips. It started off soft. The two of you explored the feeling of each other's lips but soon things got more intense. You bite into Frank's lips making him groan against your lips, his hands pulling you closer to him. Your breasts came in contact with his chest, nipples running against his skin and making you whimper against him. Frank loved the sounds coming out of you. It’d been a while since he’d had sex. He’d forgotten how good it was to hear the sound of someone's pleasure. You pulled away from Frank, ignoring him pout as you turned around. You pushed your ass up against Frank's dick listening to him groan as you rubbed yourself against him. His hands made their way to your hips guiding your movements.

“Shit. There you go, attagirl.”

You pushed your hands off the wall, your back making contact with Frank's chest as you pulled his hands away from your hip and guided them to cup your breast. He leaned down to kiss your neck, his fingers playing with your nipples as he rutted against you. You moaned at the feeling of his hard dick on your ass.

“I need you Frank, please.”

“Are you sure you're wet enough?”

You almost laughed at the question. You knew he meant if your pussy was wet anough but considering he was about to fuck you in the shower it was a funny thing to ask.

“Let me show you.”

You dragged one of his hands to your folds, allowing him to feel how wet you were. He let out a growl as he pushed a digit into your cunt.

“Dirty girl.”

“This is the cleanest I've been all afternoon, Frank.”

He laughed at your words moving to grab your chin.

“You and that mouth of yours.”

“I bet you love my mouth.”

“Oh I do.”

“You imagine it much? Me going down on you, I mean.”

The truth is that he did. Whenever he couldn’t sleep at night and the books didn’t help he’d close his eyes and think of you. It started off innocently: the sound of your laugh, the way you scrunch your nose when you were angry with him, the sound of your voice when you called his name. But soon those images turned into you on your knees before him gaging as you tried to take all of him in your mouth. Whenever the two of you slept near each other he feared he’d have a wet dream about you and ruin everything.

“I do.”

Frank had been so focused on remembering that he’d forgotten to answer you. You didn’t mind though your head leaned back on his chest as you talked.

“Evrytime you come back from a mission I get turned on. I don’t know what it is but something about the way you walk in. Chest puffed out hands bundled into fists. Something about this glow you get after a mission. It makes you, like, ten times hotter than average. Which is saying a lot because you're pretty damn hot.”

Frank placed another finger inside your cunt moving them in and out slowly. You gasped, mouth falling open at the feeling.

“What do I do? When you imagen me.”

“Ah-shit-uh loads of stuff. Sometimes you finger me until I can't talk. Or you’ll go down on me for hours. My favorites when you fuck me though. I imagen you let out the prettiest fucking sounds.”

“Ah fuck baby. Why’s that?”

“You moan when you’re in pain. I bet the sounds you make when you feel good are just as loud.”

“You wanna find out?”

“Please Frank. I’m ready, fill me up.”

Frank flipped you around, backing you up against the wall before pulling your leg to the side. He hesitated for a moment worried that he’d hurt you. You were smaller than him by a bit and from this angle you look smaller than normal.

“Hey, look at me.”

Frank met your gaze. You pulled him in for a kiss resting your forehead against his.

“You’d never hurt me. I trust you Frank. Go ahead.”

“If you need me to stop or slow down you tell me okay?”

“Okay.”

Frank groaned as he pushed his head into your cunt. You threw your head back, hands latching onto Frank's shoulders as he pushed in. Frank groaned against you taking deep breaths as he felt your pussy clench around him.

“You keep doing that, I'll cum.”

“Isn't that-ugh-the point.”

“I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Don’t worry we have time for another round if we need it.”

The idea of this becoming a regular occurrence did something to Frank's head. He plunged the rest of his dick into you, his hands keeping you still as you moaned in ecstasy.

“Tell me when to move.”

“Move Frank! For the love of god move.”

Frank started thrusting into you with a force you’d only seen him use when he was in a fight. Your nails dug into Frank's skin so harshly you wouldn’t be surprised if you drew blood. You were right about Frank being vocal. He was groaning and whimpering against your neck as he thrusted against you which only made you wetter.

“Frank, I'm gonna cum.”

“Just a bit more, hold it a little okay? Think you can do that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Attagirl.”

Frank's speed got faster, his hand releasing your hip as he made his way to your pussy, his finger finding your clit as he continued his movements.

“Come on baby come on.”

“Ah shit-ugh.”

“Let go baby let go.”

Frank gave a particularly rough thrust and you were seeing stars. You screamed out Frank's name as you came your head leaning against his shoulder as you came down from your high.

“Attagirl.”

YOu could tell Frank was close by the way his dick twitched inside you. You placed your hand against his cheek placing a kiss on his lips.

“Fill me up Frank come on. Fill me up with your cum.”

“You on the-”

“No, want you to fill me up. Want you to breed me.”

It was a shot in the dark. You weren’t sure if this would kill the mood or not. Franks family was an odd topic but something told you that he liked the idea of fucking his cum into someone until it took. You were glad you took the risk because right as you uttered the words Frank started cumming. As you felt his cum going down your thighs you felt kind of bad for lying to him about not being on the pill. You knew he’d understand though. The life you lead had no space for children. Frank knew that well.

Frank pulled out of you. You whimpered at the sudden lack of his presence inside you. He leaned down pulling your chin up so he could kiss you. His hands weaved inside your hair making him remember why you’d gotten into the shower in the first place.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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