#Frank castle x plus size reader

[brwnbnny]

Big beefy men who are lowkey pathetic for thick women >>> best trope known to man.

[tempobaekh]

Short N’ Sweet

pairings: frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, suggestive, allusions to sex at the end and a tiny mention of sexual acts?? readers physical appearance is not mentioned

a/n: i am going absolutely feral for this man, like foaming at the mouth feral, gnawing at the bars of my enclosure kind of feral. and i also love sabrina and because of Halloween i got this idea, this might be a little late since yknow Halloween is over but i just got this idea so we can ignore that:) also i wanna thank my biggest fav frank writer @agirlcandream84 for inspiring me to write this. i absolutely love her work and the way she writes frank please go read some of her work. okay enough yapping from me

Halloween night was finally here, and you could barely contain your excitement. The costume you’d been planning had been kept under wraps—literally—and you’d teased Frank endlessly about it, keeping him guessing for weeks, knowing full well the look on his face would be priceless.

Ever since you’d seen Sabrina Carpenter's iconic outfits from her Short N’ Sweet tour, the idea had taken root. Glitz, glam, a bit of sparkle, and a lot of confidence—that was going to be your vibe tonight. And you knew it would knock Frank’s socks off.

Or maybe more like knock his pants off.

Frank, being Frank, wasn’t exactly putting in the same level of effort. He’d gone with his usual all-black getup: a black shirt that fit him just right, dark pants, combat boots, and his well-worn jacket. Not much of a costume, but with his gruff demeanor and dark eyes, he still looked intense and dangerously handsome.

You’d teased him about needing a 'proper' Halloween costume, but he’d only smirked, knowing you’d be the one to steal the show. Still, he was eager to see you; he’d been waiting all week, and you could feel the thrill of his anticipation even through the closed door.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he called out.

With one last deep breath, you slipped on a towel and cinched it tight around your chest, and stepped out of the bathroom, strutting a little as your heels clicked on the hardwood as you made your way toward him

He looked up when he heard you approaching, his gaze immediately sharpening with curiosity. You watched as his eyes narrowed slightly, scanning you up and down in curiosity. "You gonna tell me what the costume is, sweetheart?” he asked, a little smirk creeping onto his lips.

A mischievous smile played on your lips as you took a step closer, letting him get a little look at your carefully styled hair and the faint sparkle of the makeup you’d applied.

“Mm, you could say that,” you teased, giving him a wink. “But the real costume’s under here. Want to see?”

“Hell yes, I do,” he murmured, his gaze darkening, lips twitching in that half-smile of his that always drove you wild. “C’mon, darlin’—let me see it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You took a step back, giving him a grin, and with a flourish, you unwrapped the towel and tossed it aside, holding out your arms as you posed.

Frank’s reaction was immediate. His jaw went slack, his dark eyes going wide as he took you in. His gaze roamed up and down, lingering on every detail—from your heels up your bare legs, taking in the glittering, skin-colored tights that shimmered like liquid gold. He lingered on the lacy, sparkling red bodysuit that hugged every curve perfectly, bedazzled in red crystals that caught the light with each tiny shift and gave you an ethereal, almost unreal glow. The garters—lacy, sparkling, and just suggestive enough to make his jaw clench—added an extra edge to the look.

When he finally found his voice, he only managed a rough, “Damn, sweetheart.”

Laughing, you spun around, tossing the towel aside and letting him see the details you’d added just for him. He took in the bedazzled kiss mark on the top of your right inner thigh, positioned right where he always planted kisses with his face and tongue buried between your legs as you writhe and moan with pleasure under him. And when you turned around, you knew he’d see the second kiss mark on your left shoulder blade—another favorite spot of his when he has you on your hands and knees and thrusting into you from behind.

You felt the air between you shift, and a shiver ran down your spine at the brief image in your head.

“You like it?” you asked, turning around and looking at him, enjoying the way his eyes roamed over you, taking in every last detail.

Frank’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he closed the distance between you, his large hands resting on your hips before he traced one finger down to that kiss mark on your thigh.

"Sweetheart…" he murmured, sounding almost reverent. “You look…”

"Too much?" You asked, feigning a worried tone, but you couldn’t hide your smile.

"Too much? No… no, darlin’, it's perfect," he said, reaching out to gently run a hand along your arm, his fingers grazing the crystals. His voice was low, roughened with restrained desire as he brushed his thumb over the spot. “Did you put this here just for me?”

You smiled, heart racing. “Maybe. Figured it might be a nice little reminder for you.”

His fingers skimmed up to your waist, tugging you closer, his hands warm and possessive. “Can’t lie… I’m definitely thinkin’ about ditchin’ Josie’s altogether tonight.”

“But it’s Halloween,” you teased, giving him a look that only seemed to make him hungrier. “We can’t just skip it, Frankie. Besides, I want to show off a little.”

“You’re killin’ me here,” he muttered, his voice dropping as he leaned down, brushing his lips against your neck. His fingers flexed against your waist. “Whole place is gonna be starin’ at you. Don’t think I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you, darlin’.”

You laughed softly. "Guess you'll have to try, Castle."

He let out a low groan, and you felt his hands slide lower to your behind. "Yeah, easy for you to say when you’re wearin’… this." His eyes dipped down to the kiss mark on your thigh, a possessive gleam in his gaze as pulle away and traced the outline with his thumb again. "This here… You’re just tryin’ to drive me insane, aren’t ya?"

You shrugged, an innocent smile on your face. "Maybe. Or maybe I’m just giving you something to look forward to, and besides, you're the only one who gets to take it off me.”

That got his attention. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him, his voice a low murmur in your ear. “You keep talkin’ like that, and we’re not makin’ it to Josie’s tonight, baby. But we’re not stayin’ long. Got… plans for when we get back.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the grin across your face. "Come on, big guy. Try to survive the night without dragging me home too early."

When you arrived at Josie’s to meet up with Karen and her friends from her law firm, you caught more than a few looks. Heads turned, eyes lingered, and you could feel Frank tense beside you, his arm protectively draped around your waist as he pulled you in close.

Every now and then, he’d lean down to murmur, “You know, you’re lucky I’m keepin’ it together.”

“Oh, I know,” you replied each time with a wink, enjoying every bit of his attention.

As the night went on, Frank’s hands couldn’t seem to leave you alone, not that you minded. They’d drift to the small of your back, settle on your hip, or tug you closer to him. It wasn’t possessive so much as it was protective—he just wanted you to himself and wasn’t shy about it.

The night was fun, filled with drinks, laughs, and compliments from Karen and Marci who appreciated the sheer effort you’d put into your costume. But the real thrill was feeling Frank’s hand skimming along your waist, his fingers brushing the bare skin where your tights met your bodysuit. Every time he leaned down to murmur something downright filthy in your ear, you could feel the low, restrained fire in his voice that would make your thighs clench.

Finally, as midnight approached, Frank leaned in close, voice low and warm against your ear. "Alright, darlin’. I think we’ve done our part here. Time to go home."

You couldn’t help but smile as you glanced up at him. "Couldn’t wait to get me alone, huh?"

"Not one bit," he admitted, his fingers lacing through yours as he led you out of Josie’s and into the cool night air.

The drive back home felt like a blur, and as soon as you got home, his hands were on you the second you closed the door. He pulled you close, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

Frank’s lips moved against yours with a fervor that made your knees weak, his hands roaming your back with an almost desperate energy. His touch was firm but reverent, like he was savoring every inch of you. The smooth leather of his jacket pressed cool against your bare arms as he pulled you flush against him, his strength and warmth radiating through the layers between you.

“You’re killin’ me, sweetheart,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and thick with want. His hand drifted to your thigh, his fingers brushing over the kiss mark there, and he let out a soft, possessive growl. “This right here? This ain’t fair.”

You smiled against his mouth, your breath hitching as his fingers teased along the edge of your garter. "I thought you liked it," you teased, your voice a little breathless.

"Like it?" He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes blazing as they swept over you. "I can’t think straight, darlin’. All night, all I’ve been thinkin’ about is gettin’ you alone."

His hands slipped to your hips, gripping just firmly enough to remind you of his strength as he guided you back toward the couch. You let out a soft laugh, but it caught in your throat when he leaned down, trailing kisses along your jaw, then down your neck. He paused just at the hollow of your throat, his stubble grazing your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Frankie…” you whimpered, your hands tangling in his hair as his lips continued their path, brushing over the crystals adorning your shoulder blade.

He hummed against your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing. “You knew exactly what you were doin’, wearin’ this,” he said, his tone somewhere between a grumble and a purr. His fingers toyed with the edge of the bodysuit, skimming over the the crystals adorning the fabric. “You’re lucky I got any patience left.”

"Maybe I don’t want you to be patient," you replied, your voice soft but laced with mischief as you tugged him back to meet your lips.

Frank chuckled darkly, his hands tightening their grip on your hips. "Careful what you ask for, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. The way he said it, low and promising, sent a thrill straight through you.

And with that, he captured your lips again, deeper this time, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was setting the stage for something as bold and electric as the confidence you wore tonight.

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[munsonownsmyass]

Healing takes time

Frank Castle x plus size!reader

Summary: At a low point in life, you meet someone who might just help you get through it.

Notes: I'm going through some stuff and put it in a fic. Is there any other way to cope with life?

@itwasthereaminuteago wrote me three little words (workout with Frank) yesterday and it inspired this.

Warnings: reader had bad self imagine. Insecurities. Some fluff at the end. We do like a happy ending.

Words: 1.5 K

Panting heavily, you finally stop for a break. Almost at a breaking point, feeling the tears threatening to spill. Every muscle aching and nausea building. Is it like this for everyone or just you?

The breathing is still not back to normal as you lean against the wall, chugging down the cold water in your bottle. This is horrible. Working out is horrible. You’re about to break into tears again with the thought of doing this again tomorrow.

“You’re pushing yourself to hard, princess.”

You look up, finding a handsome stranger in front of you. The type of guy you fear meeting going to the gym as a thick woman. Very attractive, muscular, actually looking like he belongs at a gym, whereas you were here for the first time, and it definitely showed.

“I know.” You said, no need to lie to the stranger. He and everyone else here had looked at you, finding all your flaws, probably had an inner monologue about all your rolls and how obvious it was that you were totally new to this. Not even in proper workout clothes, you felt like a fraud.

“You should ease up, let-”

“Thank you,” You interrupt him, not needing a lecture right now. You were already so close to crying that another word might break you. “But I don’t need your help. I know I probably do it all wrong, but at least I’m here.”

Your voice crack at the last word, and you just know you have to leave now unless you want to sob and then you definitely couldn’t show your face here again. You look into his eyes and to your surprise, you find compassion in his eyes.

“Who hurt you?” He asks softly, his voice full of sympathy and it’s too much. You walk off, grabbing your bag and walk out, not even looking back. You fight back the tears all the way to your car, fumbling with the keys when a gentle hand lands on your shoulder. Turning around, you see the man from the gym.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“It’s okay. This is not about you and I’m sorry. I’m just having the worst week of my life.” You say with a shivering voice, wiping away a few tears. “The man I thought I was gonna marry just left me because I’m not good enough. So I feel like shit and wanted to change. That’s why I came here. But I suck at this, and I should just give up and be one of those women who have a bunch of cats and live alone…”

You sob silently, regretting pouring your heart out to this stranger, but you already feel better, getting it of your chest.

“Do you always interrupt people so much?” He smiles, tilting his head to the side as he cocks a brow at you. You sniffle softly, huffing out a small laugh.

“No, and I’m so sorry for that too.”

“No need to apologize. Sounds like you’ve had a rough time.” He takes a step closer, leaning against your car beside you. “I can help you, if you want.”

“Could you kill him?” You laugh trough your tears and he just smile, the smirk on his face making you question if he took it as a joke or not.

“I meant with the workout. Now, I’m no personal trainer, but I could show you how everything works.” He offers, looking at you with soft eyes. Really pretty eyes. You want to say yes, but you’d be too self-conscious to have this hunk see you all sweaty and weak.

“I really appreciate it, but I can’t.”

“Come on, princess. Gotta make that asshole regret he ever left you.” He nudges your shoulder softly and you hate how it gives you butterflies. You shouldn’t even go there. You’d never be good enough for a guy like that. And you just got dumped! This would be a mess. But you already knew you’d say yes.

“Okay then. But I’m warning you. I’m lazy and weak.”

“You’re stronger than you think, princess. You just gotta believe it yourself.” He smiles again, pushing off your car. “See you here Thursday.”

“But… what about tomorrow?” You ask, already having mentally prepared yourself for some daily torture at the gym.

“Your body needs some rest. Thursday.” He turns to walk back to the gym, but then turns around, smiling at you. “Do you even want a bunch of cats?”

“No, I hate cats. I’m a dog person.” You yell back at him, only to see a wide smile on his face. “I’m y/n, by the way.”

“Frank.” He says, before turning back towards the gym, waving back at you.

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That’s how you found yourself at the gym twice a week with him from then on. Frank Castle. At first, he didn’t say much, just showed you how the machines worked, gave you some simple exercises and gradually increased the weight and the difficulty of the exercises.

But over time as you opened up more about your past, he did too. How he was born and raised in Hell’s Kitchen to Sicilian parents, how he’d been a major troublemaker as a kid and later joined the marines. The day he told you how he lost his wife and kids, was the first day your new friendship was taken outside of the gym. You invited him to dinner at a nearby pizza place and you had talked for hours until the owner threw you out at closing time.

Frank had helped you heal so much over the past few months and had giving you back the thirst for life. You smiled more when you were with him and felt better than you had in years. Also why you had invited him to your little party tonight, celebrating finally getting a place of your own, sticking to working out for 4 months and starting to feel like yourself again.

With the party at full swing, you look around and can’t find Frank anywhere, but notice the window to the fire escape is open. Peeking out, you find him smiling back at you with a beer in hand.

“Hiding, are we?” You giggle, before climbing through to join him. He just gives you a soft smile as he scoots over, making room for you.

“Yeah, that Louisa girl was getting a little too close.” He grins as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Shit, sorry. But I thought you were single, so I told her to go for it.”

“I am.” He responds softly, looking at the bottle as he fiddles with the label.

“Oh…” You turn a little and look at him, unsure why he’d reject Louisa. Possibly the hottest of your friends and definitely a catch. “Then… Why would you hide from her? I promise, she’s amazing.”

“Maybe she is.” He looks up from the bottle and into your eyes, his softening as soon as his gaze falls on you. “But I like someone else.”

“Damn, you should have told me. Then I wouldn’t have set her loose on you.” You giggle softly, shrugging apologetically. Truth be told, you would have hated for her to date Frank, but you couldn’t just keep him to yourself when a guy like that deserved so much better.

“I want to. I was just waiting until she’s ready.”

“Ready for what? I can’t imagine anyone not being ready for you, Frankie.” You laugh it off as a joke, but deep down you’re serious. How anyone could not be willing to be with Frank was a mystery. He was so kind, had been a rock for you these past four months and he was fine as hell.

“It takes time to heal, sweetheart. Especially after a failed engagement. And I don’t mind waiting a little longer for you.”

“For… me?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. You can’t really believe what you just heard. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he’s just drunk. It couldn’t be. “B-but… why? I’m not…”

Special. You trail off before you can finish the sentence. At that he just chuckles softly, like you’ve just asked the most ridiculous question in the world. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

“But how? When? I…” You stumble over your words, not sure you’ll ever be able to form a coherent sentence again.

“You’ve said that I’ve helped you heal. Truth is… You healed me too.” He reaches out for you, his hand gently cupping your cheek as his dark eyes stare into yours. There are so many unspoken questions hanging in the air, but you try to silence the voices.

He closes the distance, letting his lips claim yours in a kiss that takes your breath away, but it’s over too soon. For a moment, nothing exists beside you and Frank. The music gone, the city silent.

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For the first time in a long time, you know things will get better. They say anything happens for a reason and you now know you were meant to meet Frank. You had been broken, but he had put you back together. Healing takes time, it takes practice… and a little bit of love.

[jwhitewolfbarnes]

The Unexpected Visitor

I know this blog hasn’t been active in a long time, but my recent resurgence of obsession with Daredevil has sparked a need to write. Hope this is a good one. Please give feedback! I am not sure when or if I'll write again but if this does well, I just might!

Characters: Matthew Murdock, Frank Castle, Reader, mentions of Karen Page and Foggy Nelson

Relationship: Matthew Murdock/F!Reader

Description: While alone at the office, a surprise visitor for Matt drops in. He may have a thing for you. 

Warnings: None really. Potentially OOC Frank and Matt, definitely non-canon law office, a slight blind joke, Matt’s devil senses, sexual hints, not beta read, use of Y/N, no physical description given so reader is up to interpretation

Word Count: 1,140

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Working at Nelson, Murdock & Page always seemed to involve something interesting happening at least once a week. Being paid in produce or livestock or baked goods. Seeing people get so flustered when interacting with Matt. Listening to Karen and/or Foggy complain about their most recent dating adventures. But these were all things you could get used to. 

Something you hadn’t gotten used to yet was dating Matt Murdock. Foggy and Karen had placed a bet a little over a year ago when you were hired about when Matt would make his move. Turns out he would make it just before your one year anniversary at the firm. The both of you had confessed feelings while Matt walked you home after a few too many at Josie’s. And here you were, three months later- still working as the office assistant/manager/lawyer and vigilante wrangler/girlfriend. 

It was just you and Matt in the office for a few days while Foggy and Karen were a few hours away meeting with a prominent client. Matt had just stepped out for a short local meeting and said he would pick up lunch on his way back.

As you fought with the printer, the door opened. The man that walked in seemed somewhat familiar to you, but you didn’t have a chance to fully inspect his face before he spoke.

“I’m here to, uh, see Murdock.” His gruff voice cut through the concerning noises coming from the printer. He glanced around the office before his eyes finally settled on you. He watched as you moved to stand behind your desk.  A slight smile appeared on his face as his eyes roamed your figure.

“Well, well… what does Murdock have a pretty little thing like you hidden away in this shithole for?” He let out a low chuckle and moved a bit closer to your desk. You couldn’t stop the small smile from forming on your face. You couldn’t deny it- he was attractive, very attractive. He was large and intimidating wearing dark jeans, a gray shirt, a black jacket, and a baseball cap that covered just enough. He smiled a little bigger, noticing you giving him a once over. You cleared your throat before attempting to speak.

“I, um, I’ve been the office assistant for about a year now. But anyway, what’s your name? And did you have a specific appointment or is this just a drop-in situation?” You tried to avoid making direct eye contact with him so he didn’t think you had any larger interest in him. You nervously fiddled with a string on your pants as you sat down to go over the meetings calendar. 

“Castiglione, ma’am. I didn’t have any appointment or whatever. Where is that asshole anyway, I know he’ll want to hear what I got to say. What’s your name, darlin’?” He makes a move to sit down in the chair across from you. You watch as he settles in and leans forward to place his elbows on the edge of your desk.

“My name is Y/N. And Mr. Murdock should be here in just a moment. He had a short meeting before this. Can I get you anything to drink while you wait Mr. Castiglione?” You gesture behind you to the very minuscule drink area you had forced Matt and Foggy to help you set up. He glances around you and nods. You have a slight moment of panic over admitting you were alone, but something about this guy doesn’t make you feel afraid. 

“A water would be real nice… I am a bit thirsty over here.” You stand up and turn slightly to grab a cup and dispense some water. As you turn to hand him the water, you notice he was most definitely staring at your ass. He clears his throat and leans back, spreading his legs as he relaxes. He takes a sip of the water and makes a little show of licking his lips. 

“So, Y/N, would you like a drink? What do ya say? Tomorrow at 7, me and you darlin’?” He tilts his head back and suddenly the obstruction of his baseball cap has disappeared. You finally recognize him.

“Frank. What are you doing here?” Matt’s abrupt question startles you. You hadn’t even noticed him come in. He sets a takeout bag and his cane down on the desk and moves to stand beside you. You know that he can probably hear your heart hammering in your chest. 

“Finally, Murdock. Bout damn time you show up, but I have to say, the view in here is absolutely something. Such a shame you can’t admire it.” Frank’s eyes never leave you as he speaks. There’s a small cocky smile on his face as he opens his mouth again. “So, what about that drink, Y/N? Just cause this asshole shows up, doesn’t mean we can’t finish what we started.” 

You shoot him a confused look but as you go to respond, Matt cuts in. “Frank, if you would like to keep the privilege of dropping in here and leaving unharmed, you might want to stop hitting on my girlfriend.” There’s a hint of smugness in Matt’s voice as he tilts his head towards Frank. That cocky smile almost instantly disappears from Frank’s face. He suddenly sits up straight and looks between the both of you. 

“Goddamn it, you always get ‘em first, huh? You’re a little shit, you know that?” He turns back to you, “I am sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make ya uncomfortable.” His apology seemed sincere and kind of adorable. This big, scary man apologizing for hitting on you. Matt’s hand has made itself known on your waist, pulling you into his side. You look up at him and then back to Frank. 

“It’s okay. You didn’t make me uncomfortable, it was flattering. It was really nice to meet you. I have heard quite a bit about you.” Matt shoots you a look that you know means trouble for you later while Frank’s grin makes its return. 

“Well, thank you ma’am. Keep me in mind if this one ever fucks up.” He chuckles and throws a finger in Matt’s direction. “Now, about that meeting Red. I ain’t got all damn day here altar boy.” Frank stands up and makes his way to Matt’s office without any guidance. Once he steps inside and the door is shut, Matt turns his eyes towards you. 

“You were flattered, huh sweetheart? Well, I’ll see what I can do about that later tonight.” He leans down and kisses you probably a little too inappropriately for the middle of a law office. As he pulls away, there’s a slight grimace on his face. “I can smell him on you. As soon as he’s gone, we’re fixing that.”

[cristinatheloser]

waiting for the kinktober fics

[milkymoon2483]

Eyes On Me

Push & Pull - Episode 5 Frank Castle X Plus Size Jewish OFC

Previous episode | Series Masterlist

OH MY GOD. This took forever and drained my soul and was promptly nicknamed “the cursed porn”, and now it’s done. You have been warned. 

Summary: You’re invited to dinner at Dobora’s to give you a proper send off to your last semester in college. Frank will not look at you, he has gone cold and distant in fear that someone might figure out what’s going on between the two of you, causing you to have doubts of your own.

Rating: Very much E.18+. MINORS DNI.

Warnings: Alternating POV, age gap (legal), SMUT WITH ALL CAPS THIS IS THE CORNIEST CORN I HAVE EVER WRITTEN MAAM, P in V, Finger in ass, blowjob, and a whole bunch of angst and abandonment issues.

WC: ~4800 cuz of all the smutses

Thank you my lovelies.

@romanarose @hbc8 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @boysddontcry @imaswellkid @theonewheresheindulges @midnightswithdearkatytspb

Eyes on me

There was a quick change in your expression as you were walking towards Frank's truck. He anticipated it, but it did not prevent the sting of it. 

You stepped out of your front door with a sweet excited smile, and he watched as the corners of your berry coloured mouth dropped and eyes widened with surprise the moment you realized your cousins were sitting in the car with him. He had sent you a text to warn you but you seemed to have missed it. Now he had to witness your disappointment first hand.

Deborah invited you both to dinner with her and the boys before you were due to return to school, a proper send off and a reason to get together under happier circumstances. She asked Frank if he could give Jacob and his younger brother Adam a ride back to her place, and he happily agreed before realizing that your private drive would not be so private anymore. 

Frank was a simple man, and the moment he allowed himself to look at you the way he wanted to, he was unable to stop. The cleavage of your dress underneath your coat, and the deep berry of your lips drew his attention instantly. 

His breath hitched for a second when you climbed into his truck, trying your best to act 'normal' as you sat next to Adam in the back. Frank wished you could sit next to him. Your scent was fresh and sweet, hair still damp from the shower, bringing back memories that caused his cock to twitch with interest.

The drive was mostly silent, He made a point to keep his eyes strictly on the road, only glancing in the back mirror once…or twice. 

You pulled your phone out of your purse and that’s when you saw it.

You understood why he would not look at you, why he barely returned your quick "hey" as you entered the car and hasn't said a word to you since. You both knew you'd have to be careful around your family, and there was no need to talk about it as the silent agreement seemed obvious. You wondered if anyone would see something nonetheless. 

18:06 Frank

Deb asked me to pick up Jacob and Adam too.

Straight to the point. Not even a sad little emoji.

This thing between the two of you was still fragile and undefined, so just for that night you'd have to put it aside and let it be. You were surprised that the dull ache that was always present when you were around him was still there. There was still something intangible about him, not for you to discover. 

He sat across the table from you but his eyes avoided you, as if looking at you would turn him into stone.

Was he afraid that what you shared would be written all over his face as soon as he did?

You were afraid of it too, but found it harder to control yourself, sneaking cautious looks, only to find his eyes pointing elsewhere.

The air of uncertainty hovered heavily above you, raising question mark after question mark. Your thoughts raced, worrying that his doubts were far from doused. Whatever stopped him all those times must've still haunted him. Everything changed since then, but the basic facts remained the same. You still needed to hide this from everyone else.

You wished you could talk to him, although you weren’t sure what you’d say. He didn’t owe you anything, no explanations, no excuses. You couldn’t help but ask yourself which version of him will you encounter the next time you're alone.

Frank did his best to keep his face neutral and disinterested, but he was amazed again, at how sharp and motivated you are. You spoke with confidence, poise, like you had everything figured out. When he tried to remember himself at that age, he had no idea what he was doing, not even a clue. 

Most of dinner was spent in pleasant conversation. Deborah was somehow able to lighten everyone's mood, set aside the passing of your father to talk about future plans and hopes. 

You spoke about college and your plans for after. You were hoping that your GPA would allow you to continue to a masters in psychology, which would eventually allow you to practice. 

You've recited this 'speech' many times during the shiva, repeating it to every nosy relative and family friend, but this time Frank was listening. You secretly hoped he'd be impressed, that you sounded mature and goal driven and responsible.

She's so young He was reminded again.

*********

He was constantly acutely aware of you, willing his eyes to focus on anything else, training his features, controlling his movements. It felt like a never-ending game of poker he was bound to lose. 

You were making it impossible. Licking that spoon, tossing your hair to the side, exposing your neck, taunting him with each move you made. It would have been considered cruel if you were doing it on purpose. 

Closing the bathroom door behind yourself, you let out a breathy sigh of relief, finally not having to school your expression and be hyper aware of your every word. Is this what family dinners are going to look like from now on, always having to navigate the minefield that is Frank Castle? 

You missed his smile, his genuine softness that peeked through his exterior when he was playful and relaxed, the creases around his eyes and the warmth he radiated when he knew you were the only one able to see him.

"You got a little bit of 'shmutz' there" you remarked playfully as you were eating french toast in your dad's kitchen, still not fully clothed after fucking on the table.

You gingerly wiped the maple syrup with your finger and put it in your mouth. 

"That's some Jewish flirtin' " he said and chuckled warmly.

Was that just a small glimpse you got before he was inevitably going to take it all away?

You wondered if that memory will turn sour, like many others before it, like a word you keep repeating in your head until it loses its meaning.

You took a deep breath before heading back outside, back to his avoidant eyes and blank expression. 

You stepped out into the corridor, about to head back into the living room, when you almost collided with his broad frame. Startled, you gasped, laying a hand on his chest. He was warm and solid.

“Sorry” you muttered.

********

Frank's features softened, as his gaze lingered from your eyes to your lips.

“S’ok” he replied, with the faintest little smirk, before going into the bathroom and closing the door behind himself. 

Dinner was finally over, pleasantries all exchanged, and the evening was drawing to a much anticipated end.

Relief and doubt mixed in your belly as you climbed into Frank’s truck at the end of the night. He began the silent drive back and you opted to look out of the window, your vision blurred, mesmerized by the fleeting light of each lamp post you passed. You allowed the rhythm to hypnotize you, to deflect your consciousness away from his gravitational pull. 

“You ok?” the grave voice asked, drawing you right back.

“Mhm” you smiled back faintly, fighting the need to turn your head towards him.

The both of you remained quiet, and you wondered if fucking him will always be easier than talking to him. Somehow being naked in front of him seemed less vulnerable than asking him the questions you wanted to. You dreaded his reply, it was scarier than not knowing.

You wished your brain would stop, for one fucking moment. But the volume of your insistent internal dialogue only seemed to increase.

Will he touch me?

Will he invite me back to his place?

Will he say it was all a mistake and never speak to me about it again?

SHUT UP.

And then his heavy palm rested on your thigh. It’s warmth soothing and quieting the noise.

“Thanks for the ride, have a good night” you said sheepishly as you stood next to him in his driveway. 

The quick realization of just how much trouble you're in with this man came soon after.

Yes you’ve fucked, but you were still just as desperate for him.

Fuck, I wish he would sto..

“And where do you think you’re goin'?” He asked, tilting his head in curiosity

“I…um…Did you want me to come in?” Your voice was even quieter than before.

“Only if you wanna.." He sounded almost surprised that it wasn’t obvious.

“I do” you bit back a smile of relief.

You sat on the couch next to him, keeping your hands in your lap, your mouth open as if you wanted to speak, but no words were coming out, mouth dry and pulse thumping. 

"You nervous Han?"

The question took you by surprise, was it really that obvious? 

"Yeah" you nodded, heat rising to your cheeks.

"I'm makin' you nervous?" he tilted his head. Raising his brows in surprise.

"All the time" you chuckled, taken aback by your own honesty.

His hand came to rest on your cheek, thumb gently grazing your mouth. You averted your gaze to the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

“Don’t be nervous, s’ok baby” 

He leaned closer now, so close you could feel his breath on your face, and warmth spread like wildfire from your chest to your abdomen and settled between your thighs.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, almost whispering.

You nodded, fluttering your eyes shut.

He was almost as gentle as the first time you kissed, careful strokes, deepening slowly. You whimpered with relief, allowing his tongue access into your mouth.

Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, flush against his big solid frame.

It overwhelmed you, the immediate effect of his proximity, his kiss.

Your body responded instantaneously, effortlessly, arousal gathering between your thighs, heat crawling under your skin. 

This time you didn’t fight the urge to straddle his hips. You settled in his lap and you both let out a soft moan when you rubbed against his clothed cock, the seam of his jeans pressing exquisitely onto your core. You deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth, as his palms caressed your legs, skimming past the edge of your dress and sliding towards your center.

His thumbs grazed the crease of your belly, gently stroking the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs through the sheer fabric of your tights. 

“waited all fucking night for this baby” he rasped, cascading open mouthed kisses down your neck.

The contrast between your adorable shyness and the ease with which you melted against him the moment he’d touch you never failed to make him hard.

I’ve waited for fuckign years.

You pulled your dress over your head, anxious to feel his skin on yours. He did not resist when you bunched his sweater in your hands and began pulling it off as well, taking the t-shirt off with it. 

Your fingers skimmed the broadness of his shoulders and chest as he pulled back to look at you. Sliding his palms from your neck down the soft slope of your shoulders, gently pulling down the straps of your bra. He unclasped it with one motion, letting your breast spill out before tossing it into the pile on the floor with the rest of your clothes.

Messy hair, hooded eyes and parted lips. Beautiful and soft and pliant in his arms, Frank's eyes raked you, a gaze so intense it felt as if he was making up for all the moments he couldn’t look at you. 

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous” He rasped, running hungry palms from your neck down to your breasts, before latching on with his mouth. 

A desperate want began building in your core, a need to taste him, to please him. You took his left hand and drew it closer to your lips. He watched through hooded lids as you slid his index and middle fingers into your mouth, sucking and swirling your slippery tongue around them. You bobbed your head, locking eyes with him and pumping the fingers in and out. He understood your silent request but wanted to hear you say it.

“Tell me what you need baby” 

You squirmed, drawing his fingers deeper. He smirked and released them from your lips with a pop.

“I…I..want you in my mouth” you mumbled quickly, averting your eyes down.

“Use your words” He commanded, albeit gently.

He could see you hesitating, shyness coloring your cheeks red. 

You were precious, so fucking sweet, and it made him impossibly harder.

“Come on now baby, whatta you need?”

There was a pause of silence, and you couldn't decipher the look in his eyes before he spoke.

”Get on your knees honey”

“Hands”. He commanded

You gulped and settled on the floor in front of him, knees on the throw pillow, heart pounding faster as you noticed a shift in Frank. A dominance flashed across his features, asking you to submit.

He stood tall above you and began slowly unclasping the buckle of his belt, pulling it out of the loops in one smooth motion that made your mouth water and your pussy throb.

It was barely tight enough, but you nodded.

You lifted your hands towards him and he carefully held both in one palm, wrapping the belt around them with the other. He gave you a reassuring look, pulling through the loop and tightening the brown leather around your wrists.

“You tell me if it’s too tight”

“If you say stop, we stop right away. Ok baby?” 

Watching him take control put you at ease, you trusted him to take you apart and put you back together again, gently and meticulously.

“OK” you replied eagerly.

You have decided, long before he ever touched you, that you will let him do anything to you, that you’d surrender fully and completely. 

"You done this before, baby?" He asked, eyes glazed with hunger.

Frank moved slowly, hiding the urgency that pulsed under his skin with the thought of your sweet mouth wrapped around his cock. He wanted to see you squirm with anticipation, maybe he wanted to hear you beg for it.

He opened the zipper of his jeans, leisurely pulling them down his legs. You gulped at the sight of his muscular thighs flexing. The outline of his hard cock pressed tightly against the thin fabric his boxer briefs, making your core clench. 

His palm came up to gently stroke your hair, as if giving you permission, and you instinctively nuzzled your cheek onto the thick length of him, testing Frank’s patience. You pressed your lips against him, through the thin fabric, following the outline of his perfect curve, drunk on him before even having a taste. He was warm and solid, pulsating with heat and want, and it made your mouth water.

You have, but it seemed that none of the other times even mattered, or counted. You bit your bottom lip and shook your head in mock innocence. 

"Fuck" he muttred, voice breathy and low, and you knew that's what he wanted to hear. As he pulled down his boxers, allowing his heavy length to spring free.

Quiet moans and gasps escaped his lips, and you listened intently to every strangled breath.

Frank carefully cupped the back of your head, letting his fingers entangle in your hair before gently pulling it back, exposing your delicate neck. He met no resistance and relished in your compliance, so eager to please him. He held the base of his cock with his other hand, slowly sliding the fat tip into your mouth, as the salty taste of precum hit your tongue. You let him in until he hit the back of your throat before wrapping your lips around him and gently sucking the heavy shaft.

Frank shuddered above you, exhaling sharply. 

He began to move slowly, eyes rolling back in pleasure, pushing his length deeper with each thrust. You bobbed your head to meet his movements, letting him set the pace.

״Eyes on me” he ordered, and you obeyed, looking at him through your lashes. His nostrils flared and jaw clenched as he watched his cock slide between your plush lips. 

“Atta girl, just like that..” he praised you in a soft voice, making you clench over nothing.

You could feel your arousal drip and pool in your center, soaking the fabric of your panties and tights, making you squeeze your thighs together. It was almost embarrassing, the way your body was set ablaze by the words of adoration spilling from his lips.

“Sweet girl" He caressed your face, rubbing his thumb on your aching jaw in soothing motions, while slowly fucking his cock into your mouth.

It was tender, and filthy, and you welcomed the pain of it all. The throb in your core that was getting unbearable, the ache in your legs folded beneath you, the strain on your jaw, the gag reflex that made tears sting the corners of your eyes, every bit of you that hurt with the effort. 

"Such a good girl..fuck..m’gonna cum in your pretty mouth" His voice was strained as his tempo intensified, eyes never leaving you. 

Frank's gaze was trained on your mouth, how his cock glistened with your spit, the wet streaks on your cheeks. Your little moans and gagging noises that he thought would make him slow down or stop, they were spurring him on, turning him almost cruel. 

You hollowed out your cheeks, making him stifle a loud moan. "Just like that..fuck just like that baby..fuh..shit..." he sensed the pressure build rapidly, each thrust bringing him closer to his release. Your mouth was sweet and warm and soft and the mere thought of being the first one to fuck it sent him over the edge. 

You could feel him twitch before he growled, spilling onto your tongue. The salty bitterness made you gag around him as his thrusts slowed down. 

He pulled out slowly, still half hard, dripping a mixture of cum and spit onto your bare tits. 

“You ok baby?” he asked, furrowing his brows in genuine concern. He reached out his hand, helping you stand back up on shaky legs.

"Swallow honey" he ordered again, his voice hoarse and wrecked.

He hummed in approval when you obeyed, still on your knees for him. 

“Yeah” you returned a dazed smile, pulling him back into your game.

“You did so good” His voice was lower now.

He swiped his pointer finger through a drop of cum on your chest, and you opened eagerly, sucking it dry.

“Now,” he continued, kissing your cheek tenderly and trailing his lips down your jaw

“You wanna stop or go on? Hm?” his voice dropped lower still, as he continued peppering kisses on your neck.

Frank knew how he wanted to play with you, what he wanted to pull out of you.

“Go on…I wanna go on” You replied ,as if you had any choice, as if you could ignore the painful throbbing of your cunt, the mess in your panties.

“C’mere” He took your tied hands, leading you to the side of the couch, carefully bending you over the armrest.

“That feel ok?” 

You managed only to reply with a breathless “mhm” 

He chuckled at your desperate wiggles, continuing his unhurried strokes.

He took a moment to admire you, your bare top bent over on the sofa where he laid a cushion for you, sheer black tights stretching over your ass, revealing a pair of lace panties.

He stood behind you, finger gently tracing the lace beneath the nylon, leaving fire in its trail. Your breaths were heavier now, and a small whine escaped you as it torturously dragged between your asscheeks towards your pussy.

“Please, Frank” your voice shook. 

“Please what baby?” He taunted

“Touch me, please” You begged now, desperate to ease the ache between your thighs.

He cupped you through the fabric, running his thumb on your clothed core, you were soaked.

“Like that? hm?”

Your breath was ragged, small whines escaped your mouth as you tried to rock your hips against his hand.

A string of little moans were your only response. 

“More..” you finally added. His touch was deliberate, slow circles that did nothing more than drive you mad.

Gliding both palms towards your waist, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your tights, wiggling and dragging them down with your panties. 

When the fabric slid past the curve of your ass he stopped, admiring the exposed skin, smooth and supple, the way that the elastic dug into the meat of your upper thighs, accentuating the plumpness.

Two thick digits slid between your thighs, you were dripping, and Frank relished at the squelching sound when he gently parted your folds and spread your juices. His touch was precise, feather light, and painfully slow. 

His cock began to stir again.

His fingers glided over the expanse of the soft flesh, before repeating the slow, agonizing trail from your tailbone to your core, making you tremble. 

“You hear that honey, how wet you are for me?” 

You whimpered, as he moved at a snail’s pace, sliding from your entrance to your clit and back. The pressure increased slightly but the pace was just as slow.

“Fuhhh..fuck…me.” your attempt to speak nearly failed.

“You need to be fucked?” his voice was almost sympathetic.

“Ye..hh” you quivered.

“Like this honey?” He pumped one finger in and out, slowly, with an obscene squelch.  

“Fuck..Please!” You sobbed softly

“Shhh..I know baby, I know…just a lil' more” He replied.

You mewled as he drew his fingers back and parted your cheeks, sliding his heavy length in between your thighs, rubbing against the slick puffy folds, making you drip and bringing you both to the brink. 

You shook, tip-toes barely gripping the carpet, holding on for dear life. 

You shuddered as he dipped his cock into your core,carefully stretching and filling you to the brim. 

Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme…

Tears stung your eyes as the throbbing in your cunt became unbearable. Every nerve ending screaming and begging for the emptiness to be filled. Your quiet little sobs filled the room and Frank finally decided to show you mercy.

The sting of it made you battle between the need to adjust to him and need to be fucked within the edge of your life. 

He tutted “Don’t you move, you hear me?” 

"Fuckin' tight" he cursed under his breath.

He set an unhurried pace and you moved your hips to meet his deep thrusts, once, twice, before a sharp swat landed on your right buttcheek.

“Uhu..” You would obey any instructions just to keep him going 

He was tainting you, ruining you. He did not find it in himself to regret that. So he thrust deeper, fingers digging into the plush expanse of your ass, fucking himself into your dripping cunt. 

“You gonna be good now. Take it like a good girl.”

He felt you clench at the words and he smirked to himself, thrusting deeper, addicted to the flutter of your pussy around him.

Shame trickled into his bloodstream again, it always did when it came to you. He let it flow, let it mix with his desire and need, let himself get drunk on it. 

"You like it when I call you that? Hm? Like it when I fuck your little pussy and tell you what a good girl youre bein'?" 

Your response was only a little whimper, but you clenched even harder, squeezing him tightly 

"Answer me baby" 

"I..fucking..love it"

Your climax built rapidly, the familiar coil in your belly growing tighter and tighter. Waves of pleasure coursed through your abdomen, shattering against your core, pushing you off the edge of the cliff. You wailed, walls fluttering around his girth, gripping him like a vice.

"There y'go baby..just like that.." Frank praised you through your high, pulling the remnants of your orgasm out of you as the waves gently subsided.

Your head was heavy and limbs numb, body melting until you couldn’t tell which part of you was solid and which was liquid.

“Shh…shhh s’ok babygirl” He stroked you, laying a gentle kiss on your back as the sound of your heavy breaths filled the room. He slowed down, barely moving his hips, before pulling out his length, still dripping with your arousal. 

“Frank, I've never…umm” your voice is hoarse and breathy

Knowing you’d still be too sensitive, he dipped a cautious finger in, gathering your slick and smearing it up towards the cleft of your ass, massaging it into the tight rim. The sensation was foreign but pleasurable, as he spread your wetness, applying a little more pressure with every slick slide of his digit.

Entranced, still pulsating with your release, you began bucking your hips against his hand.

“S'ok baby, I’ll be nice n’ slow, just my finger” 

Ever so slowly he began pushing the tip of his index past the tight ring, and the slight sting of it made you hiss.

“You wanna stop honey?”

“Uh-uh..no” you muttered. Slowly getting accustomed to the intrusion, rutting against him as he sank his digit down to it’s base. 

When he was fully sheathed in, he lined his cock against your entrance, and pushed in with one smooth motion.

“uhh..fuuuuccckk” you moaned, impossibly full. 

Frank was quiet now, entranced by the way your bodies were connected, the sounds of skin slapping on skin, the little whines and whimpers that came with every thrust into your tight heat.

He moved his cock and his finger in tandem, pacing himself as much as he could, cursing under his breath.

“Good girl… baby… lettin’ me fuck both your pretty holes” He slurred

The overstimulation subsided in moments, and you could feel the shot of arousal, sharp and unforgiving, travel from your ears to your core.

It burned, but only made you want more, willing to be fully used, consumed by him. You were reduced into a quivering mess, crying for him to go harder. He didn't stop you from moving this time, as you instinctively matched his pace, encouraging him deeper.

You were slumped on the pillow, breathless and boneless. He pulled out carefully, watching his release spill onto the bunched up fabric of your panties and tights, etching the depraved sight into his mind. It made him wish he could fuck you all over again.

His impeccable control was rapidly wavering and he began to speed up, his movements becoming rougher and sloppier, crashing his hips into your ass at a brutal pace. Your second orgasm came abruptly and tore an animalistic sound from your chest, pushing Frank over the edge. He spilled inside of you with a guttural moan, long and lowd. The waves of pleasure washing over him again and again as he pulsed inside of you, flooding you with warmth.

**********************

The moans and pleas were replaced by silence, it was a soft, almost pleasant one. Endorphins still buzzed in your bloodstream, and you tried to focus on them instead of the demons that lurked around the peripherals of your mind, awaiting their turn.

Frank’s chest rose and fell beneath you, his breaths deep and steady as sleep was claiming him. You tried closing your eyes, tried matching your breaths with his, but the weight of everything unsaid felt heavy on your chest, threatening to burst. 

More questions, always more fucking questions, ones you felt would be so hard to answer even if you could ask them. You knew you’d be gone by morning, for months, and they’d be left unanswered.

When you finally decided to speak you hoped he’d already be asleep, as if whispering your confessions to yourself would help…

"I don't know what this is, what we are, but I'm gonna miss you" you mumbled, as quietly as possible, hoping to god he didn’t actually hear you.

"Gon' miss you too, baby” He replied in a hushed tone. 

Shit.

Hours later, your eyes stung with lack of sleep. You kept drifting in and out of slumber throughout the night, unable to let yourself relax fully in his presence. You finally gave up as the dim light of dawn crept through the windows and carefully peeled back the comforter, climbing out of the warm bed.

Frank was snoring softly, laying on his belly, face smushed into the pillow he was grabbing. You laid a cautious hand on his back, running your fingers on the smooth expanse of his shoulder blades, the exposed skin cool to the touch.

FIN. 

“Goodbye Frank” you whispered, closing the door behind you.

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

🌸Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🌸

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🌸Bless my muse...🌸

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see actor masterlists to know who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

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Masterlist is under the Cut... ...now sorted by actor!!

Sweet Treats Event 2024 Masterlist

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Chris Evans Masterlist

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

An Angel Without Wings - Explicit - Frank Castle x Unnamed!Black!OFC - When she needs him to take control, he’s there for her.

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

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[cowboycherry]

ˏ`୭̥*ೃ multifandom writer. if you request a character and give me a general idea of how they are, i will try my best to write them for you!

DISCLAIMER! —

unless i am writing for specific requests, my works will be self indulgent because it will be written for me. i write the stories and scenarios that i want to read. the self-indulgent characteristics/personalities will include—

weird girl reader. socially anxious reader. plus sized/curvy reader. autistic reader. shy reader. pageant reader. hyper feminine reader. bisexual reader. sweetheart reader. innocent reader. gothic & weird/creepy reader. reader who wears lots of vintage jewelry. artist reader. reader who’s a reader. ditzy reader.

— MY FANDOMS.

mcu. obx. the bear. dc. call of duty. red dead redemption ii. spider-man: across the spider-verse. x-men. stranger things.

—• FIC GUIDES •—

🍒 - cherry’s favorites

📝 - upcoming fic

📚- full length fic (over three chapters)

🥇- one-shot

🥈- two chapter series

🥉- three chapter series

💌 - blurb

∞ - completed fic

✎ - incomplete fic

♡ - fluff

✦ - smut

☾ - angst

♕ - alternate universe

✿ - autistic! reader

ᰔᩚ - plus sized!/curvy!/chubby! reader

☻ - age regression

☠︎︎ - dark! characters

— MY CHARACTERS.

movies !

mcu. —

steve rogers. bucky barnes. sam wilson. natasha romanoff. kate bishop. pietro maximoff. wanda maximoff. carol danvers. t’challa. peter quill. adam warlock. logan howlett. matt murdock. frank castle.

other marvel movies. —

johnny storm (fantastic four). eddie brock/venom (venom). peter parker (the amazing spider-man).

spider-man: across the spider-verse. —

miguel o’hara. hobie brown.

dc. —

clark kent (david corenswet).

twisters. —

tyler owens. kate carter. scott.

series !

the bear. —

carmen berzatto.

outer banks. —

rafe cameron.

stranger things. —

steve harrington. robin buckley. eddie munson. nancy wheeler. chrissy cunningham.

video games !

red dead redemption ii. —

arthur morgan.

call of duty. —

simon riley. könig.

real people !

chris evans. sebastian stan. drew starkey. david corenswet.

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[e-dubbc11]

Summer Sleepover 2024 Masterlist 🏖️🧡

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Hello my darling friends!

Thank you to everyone who participated in my summer sleepover. I have/will put all of your asks into this masterlist.

Moodboards

A Day at the Beach with Billy Russo

Camping Under the Stars with Quinn McKenna

A Boardwalk Date with Billy Russo

Fics

Splish Splash

Billy Russo x F! Reader

Prompt - Water Gun Fight

Summary - You surprise Billy at work and help each other cool off with something fun.

Can I Buy You a Drink?

Brock Rumlow x F! Reader with Bartender! Frank Castle

Prompt - “Can I Kill Him Now?”

Summary - Reader works in a bar with Frank that he owns and manages. A very handsome SHIELD agent and the rest of his team come in for a drink after a long training session at Anvil.

Always Her Hero

Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader with Anna Raven (told from Billy’s POV)

Prompts: “I’ll deal with him.” And “He won’t hurt you again, I promise.”

Summary: At 16, Anna Raven gets her first boyfriend. Her parents have a bit of a hard time watching her grow up. Part of The Sweetest Pain series

Beat the Heat

Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Prompts: “If you spray me with that water gun, I swear—Aaaah!” , “I regret nothing!” , “Well, you better start running.” And “Can you kiss it better?”

Summary: Reader and Brock buy a new home and move in on the hottest day of the summer

Happy

Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader, Anna Raven and toddler Dylan

Song Prompt: Happy by Ayiesha Woods

Summary: Little Raven and Dylan love to have dance parties every day after coming home from daycare. Part of the Sweetest Pain Series.

‘Til Valhalla

Billy Russo x F! Reader

Prompt - “I could just use a hug”

Summary: Billy’s processing his grief after burying one of his own. You’re there with him to try and help however you can.

Intuition

Billy Russo x Plus Size! Reader

Song Prompt - Wish by Canaan Cox

Summary: You take a leave of absence from work to help your mother out on the farm after your father gets sick. A handsome CEO buys a cabin in town.

Letting Go

Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Prompt: “You have to let go”

Summary: You’ve been gone for awhile yet Matt still feels you everywhere he goes, he swears you’re there with him but you’re not and in order to start processing his grief, he has to say goodbye

[fastboatsmojito]

| Characters I write for

The Bear; Luca, Carm, Syd, Nat, Marcus, Richie

Twisters; Scott Miller, Tyler Owens, Kate Carter

The Boys; Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, Queen Maeve, M.M, Annie January, Victoria Neuman

Bottoms; Pj, Josie Marks, Hazel Callahan, Isabel Lee

Gen V; Jordan Li, Marie Moreau

Shameless; Lip, Fiona, Debbie, Carl, Veronica, Kev

DC; Adrian Chase/Vigilante, Selina Kyle, Clark Kent

Others ie. randos; Frank Castle, Logan Howlett (x-men), Emmett Cullen (twilight), Tangerine (bullet train), Lemon (bullet train)

| Readers I write for; Most of my current works are gn/fem reader but as a genderfluid (?) person I’ll write for fem/gn/masc/trans specific readers just put it in your ask if you want me to specify !

+ I don’t describe the reader physically outside of smut in almost any of my works and if I do that is stated in the content warnings, all of my works are poc/plus sized reader friendly <33

[angelkhi]

You plus me makes three - F.C

Pairing: Frank Castle x plussize!reader

Summary: A bad date, some horrible bathroom decorating and far too long apart.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors dni) Panties used as a gag, fingering, slight choking but also not?, semi public sex (if you count single room restaurant bathrooms as semi public), Frank is quite possessive but like in a good way? Idk I'm horny, gagging, praise, creampie, bad words obvi, minor description of violence, minor description of injuries, bit of self loathing on franks part :(

Word Count: 2.4k

A little note: sorry about any typos! I had no idea how close I am to 1000 followers so just wanted to say thank you thank you thank you! Plus Size reader, this is extremely self indulgent. Not much more to say than she's fat, I'm fat and if you're fat, then this one is for you!

"Hey angel," Franks voice is just as rough as his finger tips. His palm lays flat on the door propping it open, his arms flexing under the light strain. He backs her into the stall, until she's pressed up against the sink with nowhere to run. The lock clicking shut should send her panicking, begging for her life, but her breathing remains steady.

Instead, she thinks about how close she and Frank Castle are, and how much closer she wished him to be. As though he could read her mind, Frank takes those final two steps towards her, and lightly pulls at the hem of her dress.

"Pretty." He mutters, his eyes slowly moving from hem to head, focused on the curls she'd clipped forward and the dark makeup on her eyes and lashes. His rather large hand comes to settle on her shoulder, thumb stroking the exposed skin of her neck, resting for a moment and travelling dangerously close to the low v neckline. She can't help but perk up at his compliment, leaning into his touch at her own betrayal.

"Nice to know you're still alive." Her words don't deter him, a cocky smirk telling her all she needs to know. "Frank I'm on a date." His hands still pry all over her body as he admires her in his way.

"You havin fun?" His chuckle is forced and bitter, a deep frown resting on his lips.

"He's... nice." Her own words betray her, she may as well have told him every detail of the quite frankly boring evening. Frank pipes up again, his smirk back in place and  it's oddly comforting.

"What, you gonna take him home, hm? Let him fuck you and leave?"

"Isn't that exactly what you're trying to do?"

He didn't like that. He sighs and reaches for one of her stray curls, tucking it back into place and smiling at her.

"You mean too much to me, you know that."

She just chews her lip, baiting him with silence. Sure she thought she knew, but disappearing for weeks at at time with no contact doesn't really convey they best message.

"You do know that, right?" Frank pauses, watching her face for any sort of answer, frowning when her eyes move to his knackered boots. "Let me show you."

"Frank. I. Am on. A date."

"So go back out there to your pretty boy." The words hang in the air, awaiting her response, Frank growing more and more cocky with each beat of silence.

"I-" She tries to speak, but nothing she could say would be true. Of course she'd rather stay with Frank.

"Attagirl." He pulls her into him, enjoying her surprised yelp when their chests touch. He just watches her for a few heartbeats, watches the way she cranes her neck and stares at his mouth. Frank dips down and places a tender kiss on her lips, pulling her closer by her waist. The kiss grows sloppy and hurried and he pushes her back against the green and white counters, swallowing her breathy moans.

"Gonna let me fuck you?" His vulgar words go straight to her cunt, that is currently trying to grind on his thigh. She nods into his shoulder, not sure her words would make much sense in her Frank Castle induced daze.

"Want your words." He rasps.

"Yea- yes, please, Frank." She speaks against his lips, eager to kiss him once more. He indulges her, letting her get her fill until he needed more. He kisses her neck, her shoulder, her chest. Frank crouches to press his lips to her fabric covered stomach and kneels to to the same to her hip.

"C'mon angel, show me your pretty pussy. Bet she's dripping, bet you've got a sweet little thing." Frank kisses her thigh and even with the layers preventing him from touching her bare skin, she still felt every minuscule detail of his pursed lips.

Good lord.

Frank wasn't wrong. If he were to get between her thighs, there'd be no questions about her current state of arousal. But they are in a bathroom. At a nightclub. He is a murderer, she is a witness to many of his said murders.

"It's generally frowned upon to have sex with strangers." She surveys the eclectic wallpaper, the brightly coloured toilet and the marble tiles beneath them, and speaks again. "Especially in a bathroom."

"Good job I'm not a stranger then, huh?" Frank guides her pretty underwear over the curves and divots of her full thighs, itching to dig his hands into her rippling flesh. "Spread your fuckin' legs."

She shouldn't. She couldn't, quite literally and legally, yet her legs part on command, and she's offering herself up to the blood thirsty mad man half of New York are begging to kill, maim or capture. Here she is, eating out of the palm of his hand.

The really tall, broad, rather soft blood thirsty mad man who is dying to get between her legs.

Frank pulls her dress up until it's resting around her hips, and her hands go to grip the fabric without prompting. He stares for a moment, quiet and brooding as usual. He places a kiss on her hip, then thigh enjoying how she squirms. Frank chuckles, and straightens to his full height, towering over her. His hands grip her hips tightly, and he leans in to her intoxicating lips, hoping that the sweet perfume she's worn that night lingers on his shirt. He kisses her sweetly, enjoying how little it took for her to give herself up to him, grinding his hips into her, the rough fabric of his jeans catching her clit.

"Next time, I'll let you come on my face, if you're good for me." She stares up at him through hooded lids in a daze, no longer thinking about her boring date, or the mediocre sex she probably would've had that evening. All she can think about is Frank, about what he's willing to give her and how badly she wants to take it.

His fingers tease her lightly, running up and down her pussy. A less than respectable moan bouncing about the bathroom when he pushes his finger into her. Frank doesn't take his eyes off of her face, keeping a soft grip on her jaw so her eyes stay on him when he adds another finger, until her pretty cunt is weeping around three of his fingers. He can't believe how lucky he is, to have her like this, fucking herself silly on his fingers, whining his name.

"You gonna cum all over my hand, huh? My god, gonna be smelling you all over me for days."

She doesn't need much more encouragement than that. His hips grind into her absentmindedly, the pressure grazing her clit.

"Attagirl."

He watches as she folds forward into him, bucking up against his fingers as he fucks her through the tremors, only moving when she pushes him away breathlessly. Frank's kiss stays soft and tender, and she relishes in how she melts into him with each and every one.

Her hands begin to wander, dipping across his rippling abdomen, feeling him up over his soft T-shirt. She reaches the hem a lot quicker than she wanted, and runs her hands underneath it. Scars litter Frank's body, ranging from little nicks to large bumps on his otherwise smooth skin. She traces them until they meet his waistband, and thumbs his belt buckle, daring to peer up at him through thick lashes.

His hands come over hers, guiding her through unbuckling his belt, not once dropping her gaze. His jeans wait open and ready, and she dips her hand into his boxers, stroking him slowly.

He spins her roughly, her hands resting on the countertop, arse grinding into Frank's open jeans. She stares at them both in  mirror in front of her, watching Frank free himself from his boxers and nuzzle face in her neck. She can see her panties peeking out of his shirt pocket, his personal little trophy taunting her lack of resolve. She can feel the warm head of his dick pushing up against her and rises onto her tiptoes, eager to take him.

Frank's palm lays flat on her tummy, pulling her close to him. He's slick with his own pre-cum when the tip of his cock slips into her little hole. With that and how much she'd creamed on his fingers, he's an easy fit.

Frank slides into her as slow as he can, resisting the urge to curl a hand in her hair, bend her over and use her. He watches through the mirror, fixated on her fluttering eyes and wide mouth. They sigh, almost in unison when he fully sheaths himself inside of her, and for a moment just waits. And watches.

"So fuckin pretty, look at ya." Her eyes seem to focus on command, a weak smile and a gasp her only response. Frank thrusts his hips slowly at first, relishing how deep he is, and commits look on her face, the warmth and wetness of her body to memory.

Frank wraps his arms around her waist, harnessing her into place, thrusting faster, watching her tits bounce about trying to escape her pretty dress.

Frank knew what he was doing, right? She was kind to him, had shown him compassion, stayed loyal to him when the rest of the world wanted to spit in his face. He's scared of the way he feels about her, scared to do all the things she deserves. He can't have her, not in a real world, she's too good too innocent to be bought into his shit. Of course that doesn't matter for now. He's balls deep inside of her, watching her lips part and eyes screw tight as he bends her over the bathroom counter. Frank needs to keep his distance after this, keep her safe. But he can't quite shake the feeling that one taste won't be enough.

His hands make light work of pulling her sleeves down to her elbows so that she could pull her neckline down and really expose herself to him. He can't decide where to look, let alone touch until she guides one of his hands to her exposed breasts, and clasps them shut as a silent "stay there."

Her hand disappears from view, stroking her clit whilst he fucks her good.

"Tell me how pretty you are." He whispers all deep and husky in her ear. Even if he wasn't fucking her at present, she's not sure if she could respond to him, and his voice and his honey sweet tone.

Her words fall into a breathless gasp, a high pitched whine and a quiet "Frankie." His hips stutter to a stop, and she pushes herself back on him greedily, but he stills her hips.

"You gotta tell me how pretty look on my cock, or I stop. C'mon angel."

"I look so pretty when you fuck me Frankie, please never stop." She's mildly embarrassed and very aroused, saying that out loud, but the look on Frank's face makes it all worth it.

"Attagirl." He praises roughly. "No one will ever touch you."

Frank angles his hips slightly, the new angle pulling loud moans from her. Frank shushes her twice to no effect. Instead of wasting his breath for much longer, he takes her panties from her pocket and stuffs them in her gaping mouth.

"That's better... you're my good girl. Always so good for me." She nods frantically, all of the different sensations pushing her closer to her orgasm.

"Frankie please." Her moans are muffled by the damp lace stuffed in her mouth, little more than a murmur over Frank fucking her, their skin smacking loudly as he thrusts harder and harder. He keeps her on the edge for a moment, taking his time, savouring the moment until he felt himself creep closer to an orgasm.

"Fuckin shit-"

She clenches around him, pulling him in as she comes on his cock. His thrusts turn shallow, and he continues to fuck her, chasing his own orgasm, suddenly not caring about the lack of condom when he can feel how warm and tight she is. He makes on deep and final thrust, partly holding on to her as he empties himself into her cunt.

Frank pries the fabric from her mouth and slumps back against him for a while, as they both catch their breaths. Frank rubs soothing circles up and down her arms, clearing the fog.

When she finally straightens and he's confident she can stand on her own two feet, he kisses her, caressing her cheek slowly. She pulls away from him to observe the mess, picking up her underwear and sliding them into her bag. Frank sorts himself out, occasionally stopping to help her out. The pair only look half way to fucked by the time they're ready to exit the bathroom.

She turns to Frank with wide eyes, one hand on the door handle; the other on his chest.

"Oh god, what do I do about him?" She cocks her head to the side, gesturing to the restaurant full of people just down the hall, specifically her date, who had been sat alone for at least half an hour.

"I told him to fuck off before I came in here, if he wants a cheap fuck he can go elsewhere cause he ain't touching ya'."

She can feel her skin prick with embarrassment for the poor man, imagining him and his meekness against Frank of all people. Beneath all that she's  thankful that she wouldn't have to let him down in person, having just had a quickie in the bathroom, in the middle of their date.

She opens the door to a dimly lit corridor and a blonde haired woman with a judgemental grimace. She just smiles sheepishly, dragging Frank behind her through the busy restaurant and out into the warm summer evening.

"Gotta get you a bath, you're all sweaty." He smirks down at her, watching as she hails a taxi.

"What?" She questions. Frank watches as the taxi pulls up to the curb, and leans down to whisper into her ear.

"Nothin'. Just that... I've always wanted to fuck you in that claw foot."

[munsonownsmyass]

Some people are just easy to love and Frank Castle is no exception. Little do you know, he feels the same.

Note: Was this supposed to be a one shot inspired by one song from Zac Brown Band? Yes... But did it instead turn into a threepart tribute to them featuring Frank? Also yes 😅

Part 1: Loving you easy 🔞

Some people are just easy to love and Frank Castle is no exception.

Part 2: Whatever it is

In the works

Part 3: Old love song

Coming soon

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[artemiseamoon]

Me: writes one werebear story (well still actively writing, it’s in progress)

Also me: thinking of who else would make a great werebear…

I mean… I know so many writers have done fantastic werewolf AUs and I love them for it. I can also see bearded Frank as a werebear.

Werebear! Frank Castle x Plus size woc F reader ** will be turned into an Oc

I imagine reader to be woc or biopic and plus size. Anyone can read this though. There are no physical descriptors present. I also imagine her in her 30s.

Warnings: mentions of almost killing someone, an animal attack, injuries

A year ago today, Frank spared his former best friends life despite wanting to kill him. A year ago today, he left the city and decided to disappear.

To leave everything behind him and try to create a new life somewhere no one would ever find him, or think to look for him. Frank was no longer the Punisher, no longer the skull, no longer the man who lost his family. He buried all of it, with no intention of looking back.

At first, everything was going fine, until the camping trip in the woods. He thought the bear would kill him, he was sure he was dead. The last thing Frank remembers is the pain, the shock, his vision doubling as he stared at the full moon above. This was the end. It’s all over.

Or so he thought.

When Frank’s eyes opened in the morning, the pain was gone, his wounds were gone, aside from his torn clothing there was no sign of the attack. He thought he hallucated, that his mind made it all up. He had enough pain, trauma, and bad memories to send anyone over the edge, maybe he’d finally lost it.

One day in his cabin, he felt a seeing pain move through his body. Before he could figure out what was happening, he found himself standing in the middle of his trashed living room, no longer a man, but a bear.

That was the first time it happened.

Frank knew a lot of things, but he had no idea what the hell was happening to him. Sure he heard of things like werewolves and all that fantasy stuff, but a bear, how does one turn into a bear?

His search for answers led to hours online, with little results. Until he found it, a blog about the supernatural and folklore. Normally, Frank wouldn’t give this kind of stuff a second thought. But for a month, he’s turned into a bear twice and somehow survived the attack.

He needed answers and something about your face, your photo was comforting to him. Like he already knew you.

In the quiet of his cabin, Frank learned all he could about you. You studied folklore and mythology, you worked at a museum and you’ve published two fiction stories.

The more Frank learned about you, the more his desire to meet you and know you increased. You stirred a feeling in him he hadn’t felt in a long time, desire, but this desire is like no other he’s ever experienced. This is all consuming, like a wildfire, it possessed his thoughts, his emotions, his senses.

Frank decides, then and there, he wants to find you. You could help him figure out what's going on, even if he feels absolutely ridiculous saying it aloud. But even more than that, he needs to find you. A deep sense of urgency fills him, finding you becomes more important than figuring out what the hell is wrong with him.

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Frank Castle Masterlist

One Shots

Jackets & Sweaters — angst, platonic fluff.

↪︎ gender neutral!reader ; 1.8k words ; requested. | You have no self-esteem. Frank wants to help you change that.

[milkymoon2483]

Coming Of Age

Push & Pull - Episode 4 Frank Castle X Plus Size Jewish OFC

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Summary: After surprising Frank in the shower, you wake up the next morning to have a difficult conversation. He needs to tell you the truth, and you realize that not all fantasies translate into reality as you expect them to.

Rating: Very much E.18+. MINORS DNI.

Warnings: Alternating POV, age gap (legal), Mentions of alcoholism, drinking, trauma, plus size reader, SMUT, P in V

WC: ~3300

Thank you my lovelies. @romanarose @hbc8 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @boysddontcry @imaswellkid @theonewheresheindulges

This is dedicated to the lovely @midnightswithdearkatytspb.

Coming Of Age

"Get dressed, we gotta talk."

He left the room before you had a chance to say anything.  Your heart sank fast, dread spreading from your abdomen into your chest. Oh god, does he hate you now? After what you did last night he must be furious.

He clearly expressed that he didn’t think it was right but you acted anyway, cornering him, leaving him no choice. At the light of day your actions seemed crude and aggressive. Was it unforgivable? Will he resent you for it? 

Shame and regret flooded you, wrapping their tentacles around your throat. You were nauseous at what you've allowed yourself to go through.  It seemed like you were only capable of embarrassing yourself in front of him, frustration getting the better of you again and again like the petulant child you obviously are. 

But, he could have refused, and he didn't, he surrendered willingly, absolving himself of responsibility. He almost seemed relieved, you could almost say he drove you to the breaking point again and again. You were just braver than him.

The memory of last night was still fresh, the weight and taste of him still lingered in your mouth. Now you were switching blame for something you both wanted so desperately, and both seemed to regret. The pang in your chest was sharp but you couldn’t decipher the emotion. Was it remorse or rejection or fear of what’s to come? Maybe they were all combined. 

You played the accusation game in your mind while pulling your clothes on. The complete safety and security you were used to around Frank were now gone. It was an unfamiliar feeling, the need to defend yourself in front of him. You didn't think you'd ever have to. Not with him. But then again you never thought you'd do what you had done. Your mind a scrambled mess, you sat on the edge of the couch, awaiting your judgment.

He wouldn’t look at you. Frank’s gaze darted around the living room. You’ve never seen him this nervous, like a caged animal hopelessly looking for a way out.

This was not going to be a pleasant conversation, ones beginning with “we need to talk” seldom are.

Your eyes never left him, searching for clues as the seconds stretched while he was still silent. Then he finally spoke.

“Han there’s something you need to know.”  He sighed heavily before continuing to speak.

"Yesterday was…shit…I can't say I didn't want it, but Han, it was wrong. It was a lapse of judgment. I shouldn't have let it happen. M'sorry."

Of course he'd say that. 

Shame settled in the pit of your stomach.  This man seemed unable to get closer to you without regretting it.  You blinked slowly, nervously biting your lip, allowing him to continue without interruptions. 

“I failed your dad.” He stated plainly, guilt painted on his face.

Frank’s heart wrenched at his own words as he forced them out one by one. After what happened, he couldn’t hide this from you any longer. “We met at AA. I was clean for a few years when he showed up. I was…I was his sponsor for a while”

He diverted his look to you, carefully attempting to gauge your reaction, only to find your face blank, your expression betraying no emotion.

“I…I wanted to help him and many times I did, cause I know that everybody deserves as many chances as they need to fight this shit.”  He took a deep breath to steady himself, running his palms over his face, wishing he could hide from you.

“Han, I gave up on him, I’m so sorry. In the end I just gave up. He was on another binge and I told him to talk to somebody else."  His look was averted to the floor, god forbid you'd see his eyes begin to pool with tears.

"Shit almost got me drinkin' again, and I just couldn't go through that. Now I regret that every day. I should have helped him, as many times as it took. I should have kept tryin'." 

There was a long silence stretched between you, until his eyes finally met yours. They were brimming with guilt, red and glossy. 

"What makes you think I didn't know?" You asked quietly

He squinted with disbelief.

"I've known about AA for years. And Deb told me what happened at the end. I don't blame you. Saul had a knack for pushing people away" 

You remained eerily calm. He expected you to cry, or scream, or storm out. This was by far so much worse.  "But it's ok, it really is…I understand"

He shook his head, brows furrowed.

"Han I'm sorry, and it's not ok. That's why I can't let anythin' happen between us" 

You bit your cheek, effectively stopping yourself from betraying your true feelings, and spoke carefully.

Frank was a great fantasy, but the reality of him was broken. The man in front of you seemed fragile and indecisive behind the facade of dignity and respectability.

Disillusionment was always going to be a part of coming of age.   

"Frank It's Ok. I'm done."

You were indeed done.  Done with humiliating yourself in front of him, done with trying to appease his guilt, done with the torture of him pushing you away just to pull you closer. That fucking game was over for you. Your frustration and helplessness festered into anger. Anger was good. It was safe.

"I'm gonna go"

You could cry at home, have your little temper tantrum away from him, wouldn't want more guilt piled up on his broad shoulders now, would you?

You closed the door behind you, not looking back at him, and crossed the street as fast as you could without running, eager to get to safety.

“FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK” you growled as soon as you crossed the threshold, hitting the wall with your fist. Anger burned in your chest, at him, at yourself, at the ghost of your shitty father.  Your nails dug crescents into your palms, the sting of it cathartic, and you pressed again and again, slowly draining the fury from your bloodstream, until only a simmer remained.

You needed to think, to remind yourself of what life looked like before you were dragged into this mess, the life you’d be returning to very soon. A sense of relief washed over you at the notion, Just a few more days and you’ll be on your way back to campus. Back to your dorms, your friends, back to what’s important.  You’ll have the lawyer deal with this, Deb will gladly help, and you won’t even have to come back. You don’t want anything to do with this place anyway. You soothed yourself, sipping on the glass of cold water you so badly needed.

Three knocks, loud and urgent, jolted you from your seat towards the door.

Frank..?!

Your eyes were wide with worry as he walked in. He nuzzled at your face, placing both palms on your cheeks. No. You shook your head, flaring your nostrils at him. Not fuckign again.  But his eyes pleaded, begged you. 

“Frank, you can’t do this to me ag..” his mouth was on yours before you could finish the sentence.

He kissed you gently at first but the press of his lips grew more urgent, dipping his tongue in, swirling it in your mouth. Kissing you like you were his lifeline, sucking the air out of your lungs. You wished you could refuse him, maybe out of spite, just like he did to you all those times, but you never stood a chance. Flames licked at your core the moment his lips touched yours. 

He was all rugged breaths and grunts, not uttering a word. He walked you back into the kitchen, until you hit the edge of the table, Hands running frantically on your body, mouth never leaving yours. 

The palpable exigency of his touch didn’t frighten you. Something snapped, and you were seeing him clearly for the first time. Unburdened by the need to hold back or restrain himself, the mask of his dignity finally slipped, revealing a man who was just as desperate as you were. 

He understood it now, your inability to stop yourself. The aching need that crawled under his skin, whispered in his ear, blinding him to reason. The moment you closed the door behind you, that’s when he realized he was only lying to himself. He tried to forget but he remembered. Your hungry eyes, your sweet words "You can have me…" Fuck. Could he? 

His fingers grazed past the edge of your top and lifted it up, breaking your bruising kiss just to pull it off. His hoodie met the same fate on the kitchen floor. Your bra followed, discarded as soon as he was able to remove it.  He nuzzled at your breasts, pressing them onto his face with his palms and breathing in your scent, like he was coming up for air. His hungry mouth sucked and pulled on the plump flesh, barely stopping himself from sinking his teeth in. God he wanted to eat you and fuck you and console you and debase you. All at the same time, with the same intensity.  The longer he tried to deny it, the stronger and more vicious the need became. He made quick work of the buttons of your jeans as he began taking them off. He lifted you up, placing you on top of the heavy table with impressive ease, pulling them the rest of the way down. You shivered as he laid you on your back, his warm palms running reverently on your goosebump covered skin. He stopped for just a second, lifting his eyes up at you, asking for permission. You nodded breathlessly as he began pulling the thin fabric of your panties down your legs.

The cool silvery light filtered through the windows, illuminating your delicate skin with a pale glow. His calloused fingers pressed into your soft flesh, greedily grabbing the meat of your hips, the swell of your breasts, all laid before him on the table like a feast for a starving man. His movements were erratic, mind silent while his body buzzed with possessiveness.  The thought of defiling you, corrupting some part of you, made his cock harder than it should have. He tried to be gentle, but the greedy beast inside of him was demanding.

His teeth grazed your jaw, as he rubbed his clothed length against your core, pinning you to the hard surface under his weight.  “I need to fuck you, honey” He whispered into your skin, and your pussy pulsed at the words, more heat pulling in between your thighs. Fuck me, fuck me untill I can’t breathe.

“Tell me to stop and I will” He rasped.

“Don't…” You shook your head, pulling him to press his lips back to yours. You felt the desperation in your tone slip from you, harder than ever to control. 

“You want me to fuck you? Hm?” He asked, almost teasing, thumb rubbing at your folds, spreading your arousal. You whimpered in response, bucking your hips at his fingers.  You thought about fucking him many times, countless even, but nothing prepared you for this. You could never conjure the smell of his sweat, the exact pressure of his calloused fingers on your cunt. 

"You know I do" you almost whined. Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants as you rolled them down with his boxer briefs, first with your hands and then pushing them all the way down with the tips of your toes, removing all barriers between your bodies. His deliciously heavy cock dragged against your soaked folds, and he could see it now, the way your body shuddered at the touch, the aching need in your eyes. 

“You ready baby?” he asked softly. 

“Mhm…” you barely uttered 

He lined himself up and began to gently breach your entrance with shallow thrusts, slowly opening you up. The muscles in your lower belly trembled. Inch by maddening inch he sank into you, until he was buried to the hilt in your warmth.  He exhaled sharply, finally releasing the breath he was holding. So fucking soft. He couldn’t believe how soft you were, your core sleek and warm, perfectly tight around him. He couldn't have deserved this.  So fucking perfect.

He began moving, each drag of his cock in your tight warmth more addictive than the last, trying to plunge himself deeper within you with each stroke. You shared ragged breaths, clinging onto each other as your nails dug into the taut muscles of his arms. 

"M'sorry" he muttered into the crook of your neck with each slow thrust, a plea for your forgiveness. Your legs shook with the effort as you pulled him further in.  "It’s ok" you whispered back, again and again. You let him repent for his sins, absolving him from his supposed crimes. 

The pressure built steadily in your lower belly, flooding your core with more arousal, spurring you on. The stretch of him was divine, filling you to the brim as your walls fluttered around him.

His words were replaced with kisses, slow and open mouthed, from the base of your neck all the way to your ear. You could hear every breath and grunt, every strangled moan. 

His fingers intertwined with yours as he pinned your hands above your head. His movements quickened, fucking into you with everything he had. Your moans turned into whines, short and high pitched, eyes rolled back as he was hitting something within you that sent jolts of electrified tingles up your spine. 

This is what you needed, to be so thoroughly cock drunk that every rational thought was being fucked out of your mind, to sense nothing but the weight of him on top of you, to feel nothing but the pulse of your hungry cunt around him. 

He could tell you were close, and began almost grinding his hips against yours, rubbing his hip bone against your swollen clit. The pressure built and built, tilting you closer towards the edge. You were a vortex, a black hole swallowing everything in it’s surroundings ,more and more and deeper and deeper until everything paused. Your climax burst from within you, and you shook and moaned as the pleasure flooded your limbs. 

“Fuck baby..” he rasped, quickening his movements again. He raised himself , fingers digging into your hips as he pounded you, looming from above. He could see himself disappear into you, your tits bouncing with every thrust, soft beautiful curves at his fingertips, your jaw slacked and eyes shut, lost in pleasure. “Stunnin’…gorgeous girl..fuck..” he muttred as his pace began to falter, spilling himself into you with a breathy grunt.

You could feel his cock twitch, flooding your core with warmth.  For a moment everything was quiet, your releases still buzzing through you both, like an electric current running between your bodies.  Spent, you both panted as he slumped over you, supporting himself with his forearms as not to crush you. You smiled at him lazily, still drunk of pleasure, and he couldn’t help but kiss you again.  

“Shit..Han..Are you..?” He asked, panicked when he realized he came inside of you.

“Yeah, it’s ok” you reassured him. 

He pulled himself off and reached out a hand to help you up. You hissed at the ache of your body, leaning on the table, legs still wobbly and back sore from the hard surface.

“Are you ok?” He asked, concerned.

“Yeah. just a little sore” you smiled back. 

“Shit I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” 

“For god’s sake Frank, please stop apologizing.” Your voice broke. “If you're going to tell me you regret this too, you can just leave. Because I don’t.”  You began picking up your clothes off the floor, holding the pile against your body to cover yourself up.

“Hey hey…stop that. I don’t”  His head shook.

He turned towards you, taking the pile of clothes from your hands, placing it on the table.

Gently, Frank tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before engulfing you with his solid embrace. You melted against him, clinging to his broad warmth.

Your fantasies never included this, The silence that followed. There was an awkwardness to it, coupled with a familiar comforting warmth, and you bounced between the two sensations. You didn’t know what to say, frozen in a moment you were afraid would end, making you restless and uneasy.

Fucking him was safer, more familiar at least in your mind. This was new territory and you found yourself even more unsure than before.  Sure he’s saying he doesn’t regret it now, but nothing is for certain with this man.

“um..I’m dripping. I gotta get cleaned” You had a reason to break the hug, needing a moment for yourself.

Frank could sense your unease as he released you from his arms.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, and something reminded you of that day in the pool. You were still unsure of yourself, still didn’t always like your reflection, but today you did. Kiss swollen lips, eyes rimmed with long lashes and dark circles, curves that have since become more prominent and lucious. You could see the red flush on your chest, evidence of a really strong orgasm. His hands left marks on your hips, and you hoped they would darken.

You emerged a few minutes later, wearing an oversized T shirt, looking so young all of a sudden. 

The familiar claws of regret began to creep up his back, flooding his veins with ice. You wrapped yourself back around him, soft and warm and sweet, melting the frost.

No more regrets. No more lies.

"Han, I need you to know…I wanted this. Ok?" 

"Ok" you nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. 

“I wanted this too. Frank, I…you probably know”

“I do. I did, and it scared the fuck outta me, still does.”

“You're afraid of a little girl who’s got a crush on you?” you smirked

“Yeah, and for good reason, cause look at you…”  

Your chest swelled at his statement, relief bubbling in your belly. The mere thought of you holding any kind of power over him felt dizzying. This man that had captivated your deepest fantasies for years was suddenly succumbing to you. The notion was making you drunk.

He pressed soft lips on your temple and mumbled "lil’ temptress"

You stood in the kitchen for a while, embraced and silent, running cautious fingers on his bare back, until his stomach grumbled, loudly.

You both chuckled at the very obvious sound.

“Ok, I’m makin’ french toast” he exclaimed, before releasing you from his hug with a peck on your head.

He didn’t ask, just dove straight into the fridge, pulling eggs and milk and the loaf of french brioche you picked up in the bakery the day before. “That’s fancy bread” he shrugged, making you smile.

There was something lighter about him, almost cheerful, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

You weren’t surprised to find out he knew exactly where everything was, feeling completely at ease in your father’s kitchen. You slipped a few too many glances at his shirtless back and the smooth skin that stretched over the taut muscles, smirking to yourself and muttering a soft “damn” under your breath. 

 The lovely smell of melting butter came shortly after, and if you closed your eyes you could almost imagine mornings like these, with your dad and Deborah and your cousins, when things seemed very normal and mundane, even for a short while.

It was a strange mixture of the old and the new, making past memories and current sensations bleed into each other. 

Frank's presence was both comforting and intimidating. You haven't given thought to domesticity, to sitting in comfortable silence and sharing a meal. Him making you french toast after fucking on the kitchen table? That seemed as surreal as any other fantasy, but there he was.

He was hidden in a deep, secretive and shameful part of your mind, and now he was crossing the border, coming into light.

FIN. 

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I’m watching the Covenant for the 100th time....

But hear me out. The ‘Sons of Ipswich’, Except for the four families are: The Rogers’, The Barnes’, The Stevens’ and the Castles.

The heirs to the magical throne, so to say, are; Steve, Bucky, Killmonger and Frank.

I have found a way to put all my Marvel faves into one place. This is what nirvana feels like.

Steve: The Rebel. If there’s trouble, best believe he’s there. He almost died when he was a kid from one of his many ailments- so now he’s reckless in a way that’s scary. Really just needs a hug. 10/10 will paint you like one of his French girls. Has an affinity for fire.

Bucky: Most charming person you’ll ever meet- he’s talked him and his friends out of way to many situations(40s buck vibes) Total nerd- has read LOTR eight times. Is re reading, currently. Has an affinity for water.

Erik: Pussy Magnet. Douche bag extraordinaire. Talks a lot of shit but secretly has major daddy issues. Power hungry. Struggles the most with “using” his powers. Watches too much anime. Has an affinity for air.

Frank: The bruiser with a heart of gold. Looks like he could kill you, and will kill you(but is also a major cinnamon roll). Actually has a good relationship with his parents. Is the dad of the group. Likes to bake low key. Has an affinity for earth.

For some magical reason- to get to fuck all of them. They all love you.

I’m going to live in this simulation for the next 3-5 business days, or forever, thanks.