#frank castle thirst

[glossysoap]

i love when i thirst post/rb about non-cod men and i get to see what moots of mine like those guys too LMAO 👀😈

[chvoswxtch]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT CHARLIE COX AND JON BERNTHAL ARE BOTH COMING TO A CON IN MY CITY THIS SUMMER FUCKKKKKK

I HAVE TO GO

THIS IS A SIGN

ITS MEANT TO BE

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the bouquet

lilac, chapter six

a/n: those kind of wet dreams are the best for real... like a fucking spell has been put on you, damn....

summary: “they should really put a warning up on those, plucking flowers is a dangerous thing.”

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, smut, lumberjack AU, pete castiglione era, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, slow burn, renovating an inn, no work gloves this time purely for the slutty need of hands, patching up a porch, wet dream, masturbation, townies thirsting over frank, pov shift (the end is from frank's), going to a bar, alcohol consumption, lots of pining

word count: 2253

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“H-holy shit,” you blew out a shaky breath as you blinked open your heavy lids to stare up at the ceiling of your bedroom. 

Haven stirred from a dream but moments before, the imagery your mind had coaxed you with had been so intense that you still felt half asleep when you woke. 

Half asleep and dripping wet.

Subconsciously, your hand had crept down below your pyjama pants before you’d even opened your eyes, determined to finish the job your fantasy had started. 

Tangled in the sheets, it felt like you were still dreaming, the powerful and alluring imagery possessing your mind making it impossible not to tremble in want and near the edge faster than you’d thought imaginable. 

But as your body laid there reeling in the afterglow, buzzing pearl sensitive beneath your fingertips, that’s when you truly woke and realised what, or whom, your carnal vision had been about. Who’s touch had felt so real, lips so sweet and words so honeyed… 

Squinting up at the blossoming lilac flowers, the sun shined directly into your eyes as you raised yourself up onto your tip toes to see if you could reach them. The lower ones already plucked and secure in your left fist, your fingertips barely skimmed the deep green leaves on the gnarly branches you were attempting to grasp. 

With an airy huff, you looked around the garden and quickly spotted a weathered fold-up chair that could no doubt grant you the necessary centimetres.

While dragging it over to the right spot underneath the blooming shrub, you feared that the old seat would be too wobbly for you to be able to balance on, though when you tried, it turned out to sink enough down into the grass to make the boost be just stable enough to hold you. 

After snapping a few of the flowers off the branches, you came across one that was much fuller and more striking than the others already in your grasp, though when you tried to give it a firm tug, the unexpected stubbornness of the twig caused you to let out a curse for why you hadn’t brought out a pair of scissors with you. 

“Come on,” you mumbled through your gritted teeth as you yanked at it, eventually leaning back to utilise some of your body weight, though when you did, when your spine reached a curved enough angle, that’s when the damn flower decided to snap off, sending you tumbling down to your doom. 

Though as you let out a shrill yelp, you never managed to hit the ground, as you instead fell into a quick pair of arms. 

“Wow, I’ve got you,” the deep voice alone caused your face to go flush. 

“Uh,” you blinked up into the eyes of the one and only man whom your brain had decided to have a filthy dream about just last night, “h-hi!”

“Are you okay?” his strong grip on your form caused the vivid fantasy to come rushing back with a vengeance.

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyes fluttering hazily, “I’m good, I’m great,” your chest heaved as you then haphazardly raised up the bouquet in your grasp, “you know, just getting some flowers for the tables and stuff…”

“Yeah, I can see that,” an amused cock to his brow swiftly appeared, “I’m gonna put you down now, okay?” he said clearly, in a tone as if you’d hit your head. 

Nodding fuzzily, “okay,” your hands, still tightly wound around the pastel blossoms, rested in support on either side of his broad shoulders long after he’d planted you back down on the ground. 

“You good?” his head dipped to search your features, fiery touch still lingering on your waist a moment longer before it faded away. 

“Yep,” you averted your gaze, awkwardly gesturing up towards the grand shrub, “they should really put a warning up on those, plucking flowers is a dangerous thing,” finally peeling your palms away from his radiating warmth, “but, uh, thank you for catching me.”

Tongue sweeping out in an effort to snuff out his beguiled smile, he gazed down at you and uttered, “any time.” 

“So, um,” you cleared your throat, recalling why he was actually here today, “do you have t-the wood?”

“Yeah, it’s in the truck,” he gestured back over his shoulder towards the façade of the inn where the dirt road ended, widening out into a small patch before the veranda of the building flourished, his loaded vehicle indeed being vaguely visible from back here, “but we don’t have to work on the porch today if you don’t feel up for it.” 

“No, no, I’m ready,” you hastily shook your head, shifting all of the florets into one hand, “there have been giant holes in that thing for as long as I can remember, so I am more than ready to bid them adieu.”

“Great, then I’ll just go get it while you finish this up.”

“Oh, I’m actually done, I was just supposed to get them for my dad,” you then heard yourself adding, “also, I can’t in good conscience make you carry that stuff all alone,” nearly poking him with the bouquet as you implored, “I mean, you’re already helping me out so much around here, it just wouldn’t be fair,” raising up a pleading finger, your feet then began to back up, slowly carrying you towards the backdoor, “just give me one second, let me run in with this real quick and then I’ll be right back.”

As soon as he offered you even a hint of confirmation, your stride took off, rushing indoors, chest heaving as you eventually caught yourself on the kitchen counter, though not from your speedy pace.

Settling the flowers down, your fingers grasped the edge of the cool tabletop, nearly doubling over as you sucked in calming breaths in an attempt to rid your body of the tingling sensations the lingering dream triggered.

When you eventually swung the doors back open, a purposeful shake of your clammy palms on either side of your frame was the last attempt you made to cool down. 

Shoving the passenger side door shut, paint-chipped toolbox acquired and firm in his hand, you walked towards Pete as he unlatched the bed of the truck where lengthy planks of wood lay stacked. 

“Hey,” you hesitantly called out as you neared him, his head rotating at the sound of your voice, “I just wanna apologise again for what happened that day at your cabin…” 

“Christ, not this again,” he set the toolbox down with a heavy clank, “Y/n, you can’t keep doing this.”

“But-”

“No,” he nearly chuckled, “you literally did nothing wrong! One was an accident,” he counted on his fingers, “we’ve already established that, and the other? Sweetheart, that’s not something you should apologise for.”

Brows knit tightly together, you gnawed at the inside of your cheek, “but I cried, like really cried, and dumped all of that shit on you…”

“You didn’t dump anything, you shared,” he countered, “hey, look at me,” dipping his head down to catch your tense vision, he then continued softly, “I know that it was uncomfortable for you, but that doesn’t mean it was wrong,” his wide palm reassuringly found the top of your shoulder, “it’s not wrong to talk about something that’s hard, that’s the kind of shit that helps you move on from it,” searching you edgy expression a moment, his warm touch then faltered in favour of the pile of lumber, sliding one of the long stacks out as he urged light-heartedly, “now shut up and grab the other end of this,” gliding it out far enough for you to grasp the other end. 

After curving halfway around the porch, you halted, “hold up,” fingers screaming out from the way the weight dug into your soft palms, “stop, one second,” you tried to prop your knee up under the many planks, “I just need to hold onto it a little differently.” 

Glancing back at you, “okay,” he muttered before the lumber gingerly swung away from you, careful not to collide with you as he unexpectedly hauled the long and hefty bundle up in a more secure hold on his broad shoulder, “I can also just carry these the rest of the way, if you want,” the nonchalant offer coming out as if the timber didn’t weight a thing at all.

“Uh…” your breath became a thing of the past as your eyes fixated on the way his burly muscles bulged under his rolled-up sleeves.

“I think maybe if you go back and just grab one or two on your own it won’t be such a pain on your hands. I mean, no offence, I’m just–” 

“No, that sounds great, you just–, uh,” your fumbling words cut off his suggestion as your feet already began to drag you back towards his truck, “I’ll go get some–, uhm, yeah…”

Dark hair gently falling down and tickling his brow, Pete’s eyes were fast on the plank under his broad palm as he fastened in two screws, securing the board and gradually patching up the gaping hole on the deck. 

Kneeling as well, your clutch on the other end of the slat didn’t do much in the way of holding it in place. Your whole body felt like jelly as you caught sight of the way the veins on the back of his hand popped out from the stain of pressing down on the buzzing drill, forcing the screw to embed itself into the wood. 

Lips slightly parted, you swore you felt your cunt clench around nothing as you fought the urge to let out an embarrassing whimper. 

Pete’s head barely raised as his index finger slacked its force on the bulky button, unceremoniously passing the power tool to you as he had done a dozen times by now so that you could take care of the task in the other end, “here,” though when you didn’t move to snatch it out of his grasp, his features perked up, “Y/n?” letting out a short whistle in order to snap you out of your trance.

“Yeah?” your pulse thumped between your thighs, “oh, thanks,” giving your head a swift shake before you seized the gimlet and huffed out a big exhale, hoping you weren’t blushing as hard as it felt like you were.

As you clutched the drill, screwing in a few bolts on your side of the porch, a voice from the garden caught your ears.

“You know, my second husband was a carpenter,” you spotted Donna right on the other side of the railing, wafting a bright floral fan mere inches from her amble bosom as if she was some saucy Victorian woman in heat, “I’ve always loved a man who’s good with his hands…”

Her obvious innuendo made you bite down on your grin in order to not burst out a laugh. 

Sucking in a controlled and mildly impatient breath, Pete averted his gaze and uttered formally, “hello ma'am.” 

“It’s awfully chilly these nights, don’t you think?” the rotund woman continued to brashly bat her eyelashes at him, “perhaps you could personally come fill up my stack of firewood? Help warm me up a bit?”

“Ma'am, I already informed you before,” he kept his tone polite yet detached, “I don’t do deliveries, I just drop firewood off at the market, but perhaps someone there could help bring some to you.”

Pushing the doors open to the unacquainted roadside bar Frank found himself at, he had no idea how long he’d been driving for, simply that the sky had turned black long after he reached uncharted land in his desperate attempt at clearing his foggy mind.

“Evening,” the proprietor greeted him as he slumped down at the bar, “what can I get you?”

“Just a beer,” Frank answered distantly, his head elsewhere as it had unfortunately become acquainted with ever since nothing short of an angel had walked into his life. 

“You’ve got it,” the bartender swiftly reached down into one of the compact coolers hiding back there and conjured an emerald flask, popping the lid off with an opener at his belt just before he slid it across the counter towards him, “here you are.”

Offering a courteous nod, “thanks,” Frank then began to drown his sorrows. 

The establishment was mostly empty, only he and one other customer on the other side of the bar acted as its sole patrons. 

“Hey,” the other man soon barked, “can I get a refill over here?” he lifted up his stout glass and tapped a ringed finger against the side, “and from the top shelf this time, I don’t want any more of this cheap hillbilly shit you try and call whiskey.” 

When the bartender obliged, unable to hide how visibly peeved the rude customer made him feel, Frank’s eye line followed the proprietor’s movements as he served up the drink, still lazily fixated as he handed it off into the boorish man’s inked hand. Swiftly downing it as he rose from his tall stool, Frank’s tired vision momentarily got a chance to rest on the reptilian tattoo that decorated the back of the stranger's right hand. His sharp suit rose up ever so slightly to reveal that the striking design curled even higher on his tan skin than what was visible, before he promptly slammed it back down, along with crumbled compensation, and left, the sound of a garish engine soon acting as his last and final farewell.

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[munsonownsmyass]

Frank Castle x OFC! Abigail Miller

Summary: After his first visit, Frank comes to town more often. As the days go by, him and Abby get closer.

Notes: Still just some good ol' pining for this one folks. It's a slowburn, I'm sorry 😆

But we get way more Frank in this one and some not so pure thoughts. But really... who could have pure thoughts around Frank Castle? 🥵

There's also a little nod to Matt Murdock in here 🤭

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Words: 3.3K

Part 1 - Masterlist - Part 3

Two weeks. It had been exactly two weeks since Abby had last seen Frank. Some days she caught herself looking at the door, hoping he would walk through.

Which in itself is really silly. First of all, Mildred said he rarely comes to town, always keeping to himself. Secondly, she had barely talked to him. So why did she think about him?

Well, she had to admit his eyes were kinda pretty. Okay, they were downright beautiful. And thinking about it, his lips were kinda plump and… really kissable.

God, was she really thirsting over a man she barely knew? It really had been too long since she had gotten laid. And how old was he anyway? Definitely older than her, but the beard probably made him look older than he actually was. Abby shakes her head, finishing putting some freshly baked muffins in the display.

Thankfully it’s a slow day, so Abby has lots of time to do some much-needed chores around the store. Browse for new recipes, put the delivered goods in the cooler or storage. Just as she puts the empty boxes away in the backroom, she hears the bell from the door.

“I’ll be there in a sec” she yells cheerfully. When Abby re-enters the store, she sees him. Frank Castle. Well, you know what they say. Speak of the devil and all that. Without thinking, she instantly smooths down the folds of her apron, before she walks towards him.

“Mr. Castle, what can I do for you today?”

“I wanted some more bread. And maybe some cookies too.”

“You came to the right place then.” she smiles softly, hoping he takes no offence by the playful tone to her voice. She walks towards the counter, gesturing to the selection she has, waiting for his order. When he walks closer, she is reminded of just how tall he is. And broad. God, he is broad.

She forces a smile, looking up at Frank with an innocent face, like she didn’t just think about him. “So what tickles your fancy?”

He doesn’t answer, just looks at her with an intense gaze. His eyes trailing down her body and up again, where they once again meet hers. Abby suddenly feels shy, strangely exposed under his gaze.

“Do you have more of that corn loaf?” He asks, his deep voice calm and soft.

Surprised, Abby’s lips quirk up into a smile. Figures he would be a man of habits. “The same bread again, Mr. Castle? You don’t want to try something new?”

“Just call me Frank.”

A sudden warm feeling washes over her at the prospect of getting to know Frank better. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

“I do have one left.” Abby says softly, as she walks to the bread and put it in a bag. As she types the order into the register, Frank just looks at her, studying her quietly. Once she had added the cookies, she looks at him again. Not wanting him to go yet, but still not wanting to push too much, she gestures towards the coffee machine.

“You want a cup of coffee before you go?”

“No.” He says a bit too hard. He frowns quickly before his face turns softer. “No, thank you.”

It’s strange, as if he’s been alone for so long that he’s forgotten how to interact with people. Abby doesn't mind, though, but the thought makes her sad, makes her wonder why he keeps to himself.

He lingers for a moment, looking to the display, before his eyes find hers again. “You don’t have any red velvet cupcakes?”

 “No, but I can make you some.” Abby smiles softly, suddenly eyeing an opportunity. “If you leave your number, I can call you when they’re done?“

Frank nods softly, taking one of the notepads on the counter. As he scribbles down his number, Abby notices how small the ballpen is in his hand, how small the notepad is against the other. God, his hands are huge. Just like the rest of him. Before she can stop herself, Abby looks him up and down, before scolding herself. Down girl. She doesn’t even know him yet. And even if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do, hopeless around men. Truth be told, she’d never had a serious relationship, always been a little shy. Or she just never found the right one. But… Doesn’t hurt to look, does it?

She forces herself to look away, biting her lip in shame.

Frank hands her the block, before he puts his hands back into the pocket of his coat. Silence falls between them. Abby fidgets with the block, while Frank looks at her. He opens his mouth, as if he’s gonna say something, but no words come out. He looks away, nods and turns towards the door.

“Have a nice day, Frank.”

He gives her a quick wave and leaves the store. Abby looks after him until he reaches his car, wondering what he wanted to say. She looks at the block in her hand, smiling, before she returns to her chores.

The next day, Abby and Mildred are sitting in the couch area, when Mildred spots something outside.

“Well, will you look at that? Frank is in town again. Twice in one month.” She takes a sip of her coffee, her eyes following him as he walks towards the shop. “Don’t think that has ever happened before.”

“Actually…” Abby starts softly, biting her bottom lip. Mildred looks at her, scotching closer. “He was here yesterday.”

Mildred looks at Abby softly, raising her brow, as a shit eating grin spreads on her face. “Hmm… I wonder what’s suddenly causing him to visit more.”

She nudges Abby’s shoulder playfully, before she puts her cup down, walking towards the back room.

“What are you doing?” Abby asks, confused.

“Leaving you alone with him.” Mildred blinks, before she disappears behind the kitchen door, just in time for Frank to enter the shop. Abby turns to face him, a blush slowly creeping up her cheeks. Frank walks towards her slowly, a faint smile on his lips.

Huh. A smile. Would you look at that? Abby can’t help but imagine how he would look with a full-on smile, how it would light up his face.

“I was wondering if my cakes were ready. Was heading to town anyways, so…”

“Oh, yeah. I… I was just about to call you, actually.” She smiles softly, fighting the urge to smile too much. Mildred couldn’t be right, could she?

Abby gets up to get his cakes, already packed up nicely in a little box. As she hands him the box, he has a faint smile on his face, his features softening ever so slightly. Looking softer, he’s not that intimidating. Sure, the hair was a little long, and that beard could use a little trim, too. But it really wasn’t that bad.

As he walks to the door, Abby softly wishes him a good day, even though he never reciprocates. Frank stops in the door, looking out into the street, before he looks back at her. His brown eyes are soft, as they look into her green ones.

“Have a nice day” he says quickly, before lowering his gaze and walking out the store.

Once outside, he looks through the window, but when he sees Abby watching, he blushes and looks away. As Frank walks to his car, Mildred comes out of the backroom, practically snickering. She puts her arm around Abby, a wide smile on her face.

“That is something I never thought I would see. You got more than 5 words out of him. He must like you.”

She gives Abby a little squeeze, before she returns to her coffee, already talking about the county fair, even though it’s still a month away. But Abby’s mind is still on Frank. He couldn’t possibly like her, could he?

She shakes her head, walking over to Mildred, trying not to smile too much.

The next few weeks flew by. Frank had come into the shop 3 more times. Once to pick up more cookies and twice for… Well, Abby wasn’t sure. He said he just wanted coffee, but the coffee couldn’t be that good, could it?

He was still very quiet, not talking much at all. A few sentences here and there, but one thing she noticed was his voice. He sounded warmer, more comfortable. Even his body language changes. He looks more relaxed, the tension gone from his shoulders, as he sits on the couch, enjoying a coffee while looking at the small bookshelves.

One day he casually mentioned he was reading Moby Dick as he was browsing through her collection of classics. It was nice to know they had that in common.

Sometimes they don’t even talk at all, just relax in each other’s company. Every so often, Abby would look up as she’s finishing up a cake, only to find Frank’s eyes already on her. And for every sweet smile she gave him, he would give one in return.

The bell to the shop rings. When Abby looks up, she is in shock for a second. Frank is there and in his hand is a bouquet of Gerber Daisies. Smiling widely, surprised by his gesture, she takes the flowers from him. “What is this for?”

“The shop's three-month anniversary.” His voice soft and… nervous? No, she must be mistaken. “It’s from my garden.” He continues softly, looking at her. Abby is one big smile, as she finds an empty vase and pour some water in. Once the flowers are in, she puts it right on the counter.

He couldn’t have picked a better flower, the Gerber Daisy being one of her favorites. She had always loved colors and could remember how her dad would always bring her mother a bouquet every Friday, filled with Gerber Daisies in all the colors the florist had.

“It… It reminded me of you.” He says softly, a gentleness to his voice that almost makes her heart ache.

“How so?” Abby asks softly, almost certain her face was flushed red at this point.

“You’re colorful.” He huffs softly, before looking down at his hands. With a shrug of his shoulders, he looks up into her eyes again. But before he can say anything, they’re interrupted by Mr. Peterson, the guy who owned the flower shop next door.

“Hello Miss Miller. Here with your flowers.”

When he sees Frank, he instantly smiles wider. “Mr. Castle, it’s such a pleasure you’ve been coming to town more.”

Frank nods and smiles, before he walks to the door in a hurry. Mr. Peterson just shrugs it off, before he begins replacing the flowers around the shop.

Abby looks down at the Daisies, gently taking one of the petals between her fingertips. So he thinks about her, huh? A warm feeling runs through her, her heart beating faster. Abby wondered what he was about to say, when they got interrupted? God, she wishes she knew.

Still caressing the soft petal, she barely hears when Mr. Peterson speaks to her. “I’m sorry, Mr. Peterson. What?”

“Just said I was done, Dear. Have a good day.” He looks at her hand, before shooting her a knowing smile. He snickers softly as he leaves the store. Great, now that’ll be all over town. But somehow, she really doesn’t care. She turns to the flowers again and then notices something on the counter. A wallet.

Confused, she picks it up and looks for an ID. A huge grin spreads as she reads the name. Francis Cast-… Castiglione? Italian? And a Francis, huh? Curious, she reads the rest. His address, birthday and… Wait… His birthday was only a few days away. Should she…? No, that would be crazy, wouldn’t it? He would probably hate it if she did anything.

If he wanted to celebrate his birthday, he would say so, right? But maybe he didn’t say anything because-

Before she can finish the thought, some customers walk in. As she helps them pick out some cakes, Frank comes back. He sees his wallet and gestures to Abby that he found it, before leaving again.

A week later, Abby is sitting in her car, heading down a small forest road. This was probably crazy, but she really wanted to do something nice for Frank.

The last few months they had gotten closer and dared she think, had become friends? And friends didn’t let another friend be alone on their birthday.

Finally, after 4 wrong turns and 50 checks to many with the GPS, Abby finally pulls into the driveway. As she looks around, she is at a loss for words. The cabin is beautiful, taken straight out of a travel magazine. Beautiful wood and stones, perfectly matched, looking gorgeous against the green of the woods. Near the treeline, there are huge stacks of lumber.

The whole place is really quiet, peaceful. She gets why Frank loves it up here.

From a small gap in the trees, Frank emerges, followed by two pitbulls. When he sees Abby, he drops his axe on a log and walks towards her car, a frown on his face.

Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea. As he strides towards her car, she braces herself. Ready to be scolded, told to fuck off. She slowly exits the car, smiling gently at Frank.

“What are you doing here?”

She can’t quite decipher his expression. A mixture of anger and shock is painted on his face. Maybe even panic. Abby gets it. She’s probably the first one up here in years, maybe ever. “Sorry, I… It’s your birthday, so I wanted to-”

“How do you know?” He demands, looking into her eyes, confusion written all over his face.

“I… I looked in your wallet. To see who left it.” She bites her lip, looking at the ground like a scolded child. When she looks back up into his eyes, his expression has softened.

“Sorry, I… I never have visitors.”

“And now I see why.” Abby smiles nervously, gesturing towards his intimidating posture. Frank instantly relaxes.

A small wine comes from behind him, and they both look at the dogs, sitting nicely, waiting to be called over. Frank whistles and the dogs rush to Abby, almost knocking her over. She’s always loved dogs, grew up with them and had actually been thinking about adopting one after she moved out here.

“Easy boy.” Frank says softly to the eager dark one. God, his deep rich voice always makes her heart flutter.

“They’re cute. What’s their names?” Abby asks curiously, her eyes never leaving the dogs. Always been a dog person, maybe even liking them more than humans. Dogs are honest, their emotions and intentions always clear. She liked that.

“This guy is Max.” He points to the dark grey Pitbull, before turning to the red one. “And this little boy is… Red.”

Frank shuffles slightly, scratching the back of his head, as he looks down at the two of them. “Max I rescued, and Red I got at a shelter. Named after someone I knew years ago.”

He smiles softly as he pats squats down and pat the young Pitbull’s head. Abby couldn’t help but wonder who this person was. Must’ve have meant something to Frank. Abby stands again, brushing the dirt and dog hairs of her fingers. Suddenly nervous, she smoothed down her dress, before gesturing towards her car. “I actually brought you something.”

Abby excitedly opens the door, pulling out the cake and a present. Her smile falls slightly, when she sees his face. Abby was expecting him to be surprised, but she never would have expected this.

He looks overwhelmed, like he can’t believe what is happening. Abby’s heart clenches at the thought. How long had it been since anyone had done anything like this for him?

He gestures for her to follow, leading her to the backyard. While he goes inside to get plates, Abby sits down in a lounge chair. She didn’t know what she expected his place to look like, but it wasn’t quite this. New stylish furniture that complimented the wood of the cabin. It was all very clean and minimalistic, but still somehow had soul. She looks towards the terrace door, dying to know what it looks like on the inside. Maybe next time.

Frank comes back with a tray, holding plates, cups and a teapot. But that’s not what has caught Abby’s attention.

While inside, Frank has taken his jacket off and holy fuck. Abby had never seen arms as his, suddenly feeling her throat dry up. Toned muscular arms, flexed, so thick. And God, the shirt. Until now, she had only seen him with a jacket or sweatshirt on, never really knowing what kind of body was underneath. But now, as his tight t-shirt clings to him slightly damp skin, nothing is left to imagination. A broad, muscular chest. Nipples perked in the cool afternoon air. Abs dancing under the thin fabric. She bites her lip, wondering what he would look like without it, sweat dripping down his chest as he chops wood?

It takes every ounce of willpower for Abby to look away, before she gets caught. Her head now filled with images she wouldn’t forget anytime soon, she clears her throat, pushing the cake towards Frank.

“I… I-“ she coughs, stumbling over her words. Damn, how could he affect her so much without even doing anything. “I didn’t know what flavor you liked, so I made carrot cake.”

“Well, lucky for you I love cream cheese frosting.” A wide smile plays on his handsome features. Just when she didn’t think he could be any prettier, he smiles.

Frank carves them both a piece and then they eat in silence, looking out over his grounds. A big field of grass surrounded by trees. To one side, there’s a big greenhouse filled with plants and raised beds with herbs. To the other side there’s bushes with berries.

All over the yard there’s flowers, making it a colorful space. But closest to her, in many pots on the terrace, there’s Gerber Daisies. Just like the ones he gave her, in all colors of the rainbow. “This place is really wonderful, Frank.”

He just smiles and mutters a quiet thank you through a mouthful of cake. Abby giggles softly, the sight of Frank with his mouth full priceless, his cheeks filled out like a chipmunk. “So, I take it the cake was a hit?”

“Best damn cake I’ve had in years, sweetheart.”

She’s so damn easy. One ‘sweetheart’ leaves his lips and she’s a puddle. But to be fair, that voice of his is something else.

Abby gently pushes the present towards him. Frank tears the paper away, smiling when he sees the book. Okay, sure, maybe she should have gotten him something else. But she didn’t know him well enough, and he did seem to love books.

“Looking at what books you eyed at the shop, I thought that you might enjoy ‘The Call of the Wild’.”

“I love it, thank you.” Frank smiles softly, opening the book, inspecting the pages. Suddenly captivated by the way his fingers gently dance over the pages, Abby can’t help but wish she was that book. To have his fingers dance over her skin like that. She swallows a huge lump, looking at his hands. How could such a big book look small in his hands?

After a moment's silence, he looks into her eyes, suddenly looking a little nervous. “Abby, you’re going to the county fair, right?”

Slightly surprised by his question, she tells him how Mildred coerced her into helping set up. “But my evening is free. Why?”

“Maybe… You’d wanna go with me?”

Abby isn’t sure he heard him right. But the way he smiles, she knows it’s true. She can’t hold back her smile, as she happily agrees.

She was already tripping. Did he just ask her on a date? As she looks up into his beautiful chocolate eyes, a soft smile on his face, her heart flutters. Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.

Tagging: @e-dubbc11 @itwasthereaminuteago @chvoswxtch @theradioactivespidergwen @danzer8705 @lucy-sky @yanna-banana @murdock-and-the-sea @mattmurdocksscars @boliv-jenta @darlingshane @pedrito-friskito

And some no pressure tags 🙈: @anna-hawk @feelmyskinonyourskin @chellestrash @chelseasdagger @loveroftoomanyfandoms

[bernthirst-events]

BEARDTHAL BASH 2023

Hello fellow Bernthirsters!

After starting the year with a bang of gorgeous Jontent, we are finally back with a brand-new event. 

We are making it extra special, since the “main character” of this event will be Jon’s infamous Beard (yes, it deserves a capital B). There won’t be a theme a day this time. The only rule will be that whatever you create MUST include the Beard. Shave it off? Grow it longer? Pull on it? Burn from it? Everything is up to YOU!  

Since we didn’t do anything last September, we chose to have this event around his birthday month to celebrate the man we all love and thirst over. 

To help with inspiration, we included a list of prompts below. 

Ready? Set… Thirst!

SUGGESTED PROMPTS: Beard Burn, Stubble, Grooming, Beard & Curls, Trimming, Petting the beard, Beard products, Not a hipster, Lumberjack, On the lam, New Identity, Beard Contest, Beard Challenge, Prickling hairs, Flowery beard, Tangled, Barbershop, Shaving accident, Cozy, Scruffy, Fluffy, Bushy, Goatee, Grey Hairs…

BEARDED CHARACTERS: Frank Castle, Sam Rossi, Griff, The Mute, Swaino, Michael Berzatto. (You don't have to stick to these, you can easily give Shane a beard if you want.)

Deadline: September 18 - September 24.  

Tumblr Tag: BeardthalBash

AO3 Collection: BeardthalBash2023

POSTING GUIDELINES

[bellaxgiornata]

10 Characters • 10 Fandoms • 10 Tags

Thank you so much for the tag @fettuccin-e!! This one was a lot of fun to do and a welcome distraction before an appointment I am nervous to go to soon. I attempted to not make these all Charlie Cox characters (you already know I love Henry and Owen even though I had to include my main loves) and I included a couple of my gaming loves!

This is long (and quickly became a thirst post 😅) so gifs and answers below the cut!

Matt Murdock - Daredevil (Y'all saw this coming. He's my comfort character and the fictional man I'm forever in love with who happens to control my brain.)

Frank Castle - Punisher (I have tumblr to thank for having me fall for Frank. But LOOK AT HIM. I just want to see that man smile.)

Joel Miller - The Last of Us (yes, hello, surprise. I love him, too. Haven't played the games though but I'm tempted.)

Michael Kinsella - Kin (I'd marry him in a heartbeat. I don't care if he's killed people; let me just take care of you and drag you away from your family, Mikey)

Geralt of Rivia - Witcher games, books, & Netflix series (fell in love with him in the games and books and then even more seeing Henry Cavill's amazing portrayl of him despite my qualms with the Netflix show)

Daryl Dixon - The Walking Dead (been in love with him for years now and I can't stop wanting him 😫)

Sam Coe - Starfield (my current love: the DILF space cowboy who I love and will marry every iteration of in every universe in every playthrough. I cannot resist his voice and his jokes.)

Sam Winchester - Supernatural (my first hyperfixation and who I got into writing fanfic for years ago. Love you Dean but I will always love Sam more sorry not sorry.)

Jax Teller - Sons of Anarchy (badass biker with a good heart and that face and body and tattoos. Need I say more?)

Eivor - Assassin's Creed Valhalla (my favorite of the games personally and I just love him and had to include him, okay?)

No pressure tags: @loveroftoomanyfandoms @theradioactivespidergwen @mattmurdocksscars @souliebird @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @yarrystyleeza @1988-fiend @mattmurdocksstarlight @sunflowersandsapphires @pastafossa @shouldbestudying41 @shiorimakibawrites @theetherealbloom @mattkinsella @hollandorks & anyone else who wants to join because these are fun to see (so I tagged a ton of y'all)

[murdockmeta]

stop making frank castle conventionally attractive!!!!!!!! if ur gonna thirst for him do it fuckin right or not at all!!!!!! that man is ugly and proud!!!!!!!

[strawhbrrries]

700 celebration/ (n)sfw alphabet

we're a weeee bit over seven hundred but maddie nation (that's what i've, lovingly, dubbed you guys) deserves to celebrate and thirst over our favorite men!

down below i'll have both the nsfw AND sfw alphabets listed, all I ask is that you request a single letter, which man, which alphabet, and if you'd like a specific or just the original character au (domestic/no outbreak/etc)!

men available: frank castle, rhett abbott, bob floyd, joel miller

A is aftercare OR affection (How affectionate is he? how does he show it?

B is body part (his fave of his partner?himself) OR bestfriend (how is he as a best friend)

C is cum (anything to do with cum) OR cuddles (does he like cuddles?)

D is dirty secret OR domestic (would he settle down?)

E is experience (is he good?) OR ending (how would a breakup be?)

F is favorite position OR fiancee (how does he feel about commitment)

G is goofy (how does he act during sex?) OR gentle (is he gentle?)

H is hair (how does he groom himself?) OR hugs (does he like hugs?)

I is intimacy (how is he intimate?) OR i love you (how long does it take for him to say it)

J is jack off (how often does he do it?) OR jealousy (is he jealous?)

K is kink (one or more of his kinks) OR kisses (what is kissing him like?)

L is location (where he likes to do it) OR little ones (is he good with kids?)

M is motivation (what gets him going) OR mornings (what your mornings with him look like)

N is no (his turn offs/things he won't do) OR nights (what your nights with him look like)

O is oral (his preference, skill, etc) OR open (how long it took him to open up)

P is pace (fast or slow, sensual or rough) OR patience (is he patient?)

Q is quickies (does he like them? is so, where?) OR quizzes (can he remember stuff about you?)

R is risk (does he like to be risky during sex?) OR remember (his favorite parts of your relationship)

S is stamina OR security (is he protective?)

T is toys (does he have some? does he use them?) OR try (does he put effort in the relationship?)

U is unfair (does he tease a lot?) OR ugly (a bad habit he has)

V is volume (does he make noise during sex?) OR vanity (does he care about his looks?)

W is wild card (a random headcanon about him) OR whole (does he feel incomplete without you?)

X is x-ray (what is underneath his clothes) OR x-tra (another random headcanon)

Y is yearning (how often does he want to have sex?) OR yuck (things he dislikes)

Z is zzz (how fast do they fall asleep after OR what is sleeping with them like?)

thank you to the anon for this idea! i hope you guys enjoy! thank you SO much for seven hundred of you!

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Never Too Soon ||

Frank Castle x female reader

A horny drabble instigated by @munsonownsmyass wondering what Frank would be like if he hadn't seen you for a long time and maybe got a bit too excited...

Tags/warnings: pet names, p in v sex (wrap b4 U tap!), breeding kink if you squint, premature (?) ejaculation. M.

It had been almost a month since you had last seen each other in a situation that didn't involve a bunch of angry people and fighting, so when you finally fell into each other's arms in the solace of your apartment there was no holding back, no denying the urgency.

"Frank-" you manage to gasp between his fervent kisses, searing like fire on your lips and skin. "Frankie, I've missed you so damn much!"

His hands are all over you, on your waist, caressing up your sides and over your breasts and squeezing your ass under your skirt as you push him across the room till the back of his legs bump into your sofa. "I know, I know, I'm sorry it's been so long," he grits out as you squeeze the bulge in his jeans, hissing as you slip his belt and fly open and shove your hand down his pants to feel him.

"Baby, babygirl fuck I need you," his voice is tight, and he practically whines with relief as you push him down to sit, sliding your damp panties down your legs and climbing onto his lap.

His groan goes right through you joining with yours when you take him in hand and sink down with an aching slowness onto his gorgeous thick cock, letting him hear how he makes you feel when he's filling you up so perfectly. You'd missed this so much. He'd missed you too from the way he was murmuring torrents of sweet nothings as his teeth nipped at the lobe of your ear.

When you start to rock your hips gently back and forth, riding him, he's already losing his shit. He's breathing fast and shallow and you can feel him twitching and throbbing inside as he holds on to your waist as you move above him.

"You gonna cum already Frankie? Gonna fill me up?" You ask with a smile pressed against his lips, only meaning to tease him a little, but the way he shivers when you do has you thinking he just might.

"Goddamn… oh fuck ohh shiiit-"

He almost whimpers into your skin, you've never heard him this desperate and vocal before. You slow the movement of your hips as he grasps frantically at you, his blown out pupils filling his brown eyes almost entirely black as they flit over your body like he's trying to drink all of you in with them. "Hey, baby shhh s'ok…" You say, raking your fingers through his thick hair trying to calm him just a little.

"S-sweetheart, fuck, my sweet girl- you feel so good… feel too fuckin' good I-"

Frank's fingers tense and tighten on your waist where holds you, harsh stuttered breaths accompanying the frenzied jerk of his hips.

fuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck

He slumps back on the couch, head nestled into the crook of your shoulder as he tries to regulate his breathing. Your arms slip around his neck and you kiss his temple and forehead as you feel the wet warmth of his cum leaking out of you as his cock softens.

"...couldn't… aw fuck, I just couldn't hold on baby, I'm sorry-"

"Hey, no. You're not apologising for that! It's fucking hot."

He looks up at you, almost sheepishly. "You serious?"

"Deadly." You assure. "You were barely in me."

He cups your face in his big hands. "S'cos you're too fuckin sexy. I'll make it up to you, I'll make you cum till you cry sweetheart. Just give me a couple minutes?"

You clamber off him and grab his arm, pulling him up and towards your bedroom. "c'mon, you can take your sweet time with me…"

Hi! If you enjoy my fics please consider reblogging, it means that others get to enjoy them too! I also love to hear if there's anything in particular you liked, please comment! Thank you so much for reading 💕

[garglyswoof]

tagged by @purplesigebert for Four Fictional Crushes but I'm old so I'm just going to go with Four (Seven) Compelling Characters bc I'm at the age where it is creepy for me to crush on younger (and everyone is) characters. Anyway, under the cut for more. I'll tag @carry-the-sky and @ninzied in case you want to fawn over people with me as it's kind of fun.

I'm counting these as 1 character bc they are an OT3 and I will not separate them (Nathan, Annalise, and Gabriel, from The Bastard Son & the Devil Himself). I fell in love with this show and the small things they did to show character and connection in a single season. It wasn't perfect but man was there room to grow, but it sadly will never happen.

Then like...i was talking about how when X-Men first came out back in the day and the crush on Wolverine was strong but I was never interested in Hugh Jackman outside that role. I only found him attractive as Wolverine, because he just...embodied the character.

Here is current version of that, Tom Burke as Praetorian Jack From Furiosa. Just such a character.

Frank Castle, The Punisher. Ok i will allow myself one moment of thirst. The abs. The BLOOD.

Lastly, you'd expect Klaus here, but sometimes that fucker looks so goofy I cannot handle it. Truly a chameleon. So instead I'll go with Niska from Humans. I just love her face? And her character was Not Easy To Like

[ragingstillness]

Had a thought, about what kind of criminals Elliot and Olivia would be if they were in a criminal au and I’ve come up with about three for each of them.

Olivia would either be: a vigilante, an anarchist, or a domestic terrorist with a message

Elliot would either be: an underground bare-knuckle fighter, a mercenary, or a smuggler of illegal immigrants/refugees

Y’all are welcome to disagree but here’s why I think they’re best suited to these:

Vigilante!Olivia would be a black widow, a honeypot, think the calculation of Cat Adams from Criminal Minds and the mission oriented nature of the main character of Promising Young Woman, someone looking out for rape and abuse victims but getting them justice via violence.

Anarchist!Olivia would be such because it’s always been amazing to me that Olivia saw how the police bungled her mother’s rape investigation and decided to join the force when she could just as easily have railed against it as a useless and corrupt institution. This would eventually evolve into hatred of all governing bodies due to their abuses of power.

DomesticTerrorist!Olivia I mean in the literal definition not the colloquial one. As in, someone who commits acts of terror like bombing or major property damage or assassination or cyber crime within their own country. She wouldn’t be religious but she’d have a very strong cause driving all her actions.

Fighter!Elliot is essentially what Elliot could have become without his family and especially without his mom. With only violent male role models in his life and no secular recourse for mental health assistance, he’d very quickly learn to value himself only for his strength and not his mind or his creativity and his recklessness and disregard for his own life would attract him to more and more dangerous forms of fighting.

Mercenary!Elliot would be sort of like Frank Castle. No family, or estranged from them at least, finding a real brotherhood in the military and deciding to chase that happiness rather than risk being unhappy in an unfamiliar situation. Military propaganda and strict discipline would appeal to his moral code and his thirst for violence.

Smuggler!Elliot would delight in breaking the law, half because he likes helping people and half for the adrenaline rush of succeeding in foiling border patrol. Idk exactly how he’d get into it in the first place, but he’d do it a lot and very well.

[dollfacefantasy]

YOU WRITE FRANK SO WELL OH MY GOD???? I started with your fic being like oh okay the "regular boot/thigh humping" trope but THE WAY YOU WRITE HIMMM I felt like he jumped through the screen I know I'm so filthy because I thoroughly enjoyed. What are your favorite things to write about Frank/what would you like us to send asks about? (there's a whole army of Frank girls that can service you)

THANK YOU!!! 🥺🩷 that is so sweet and i really appreciate it cause i tried my best to make him sound in character.

and also you have me so excited don’t play… i love frank castle and i would love to write more for him. i don’t have any super specific ideas yet, but i’d be down to write the same type of stuff i have for other characters. i can do smut, angst, or fluff. i do like writing age gaps solely for the fact that i am 20 lol. um but i’d be down to do whatever for him. more one shots or just thirsts.

fanfiction is so much more fun when others wanna play too, so again thank you so much!!

[glossysoap]

fallen into the frank castle thirst again 😭

[i-watch-too-many-movies]

50 Favorite First Viewings of 2023

All the Beauty and the Bloodshed (2022) (dir. Laura Potras)

Sweet Smell of Success (1957) (dir. Alexander Mackendrick)

Trouble in Paradise (1932) (dir. Ernst Lubistch)

Sex, Lies, and Videotape (1989) (dir. Steven Soderbergh)

Life is Sweet (1990) (dir. Mike Leigh)

Demonlover (2002) (dir. Olivier Assayas)

Le bonheur (1965) (dir. Agnès Varda)

The Age of Innocence (1993) (dir. Martin Scorsese)

Somewhere (2010) (dir. Sofia Coppola)

The Red Shoes (1948) (dir. Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger)

Menace II Society (1993) (dir. Albert & Allen Hughes)

Sunset Boulevard (1950) (dir. Billy Wilder)

Arsenic and Old Lace (1944) (dir. Frank Capra)

Aftersun (2022) (dir. Charlotte Wells)

Decision to Leave (2022) (dir. Park Chan-wook)

Design for Living (1933) (dir. Ernst Lubistch)

Kamikaze Hearts (1986) (dir. Juliet Bashore)

12 Angry Men (1957) (dir. Sidney Lumet)

Tetsuo: The Iron Man (1989) (dir. Shinya Tsukamoto)

The Hitch-Hiker (1953) (dir. Ida Lupino)

Transit (2018) (dir. Christian Petzold)

Basic Instinct (1992) (dir. Paul Verhoeven)

The Hustler (1961) (dir. Robert Rossen)

Miami Vice (2006) (dir. Michael Mann)

M (1931) (dir. Fritz Lang)

Freaks (1932) (dir. Tod Browning)

Showgirls (1995) (dir. Paul Verhoeven)

Mädchen in Uniform (1931) (dir. Leontine Sagan)

Marie Antoinette (2006) (dir. Sofia Coppola)

The Castle of Cagliostro (1979) (dir. Hayao Miyazaki)

Thirst (2009) (dir. Park Chan-wook)

The Player (1992) (dir. Robert Altman)

Wolf's Hole (1987) (dir. Verà Chytilová)

Yes, Madam! (1985) (dir. Corey Yuen)

The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (2007) (dir. Andrew Dominik)

Children of Hiroshima (1952) (dir. Kaneto Shindo)

I Walked with a Zombie (1943) (dir. Jacques Tourner)

Toni Erdmann (2016) (dir. Maren Ade)

Cries and Whispers (1972) (dir. Ingmar Bergman)

Within Our Gates (1920) (dir. Oscar Micheaux)

8 1/2 (dir. Federico Fellini)

Encounters of the Spooky Kind (1980) (dir. Sammo Hung)

Josie and the Pussycats (2001) (dir. Deborah Kaplan & Harry Elfont)

Easy Rider (1969) (dir. Dennis Hopper)

The Prestige (2006) (dir. Christopher Nolan)

Shallow Grave (1994) (dir. Danny Boyle)

New York, New York (1977) (dir. Martin Scorsese)

The Exorcist III (1990) (dir. William Peter Blatty)

Blow-Up (1966) (dir. Michelangelo Antonioni)

Mean Streets (1973) (dir. Martin Scorsese)

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Writing update!

I've managed to finish rough drafts for the first chapter of Mise en Place (the Cooking Up Love sequel) and chapter 4 of It's Always Been Us (I'm so sorry it took me so long, Mikey, I haven't been meaning to neglect you) as well as halfish of chapter 2 of Sweet on You (but the words are flowing so I should finish writing the rest of it today), so hopefully I can get one or more of these updated in the next couple of days!

If you missed the chaotic post that was the conversation between me and all the hot fictional men that live rent-free in my head, I'm going on vacation for 5 days starting on Saturday and am planning on getting as much writing done as possible while I'm on a cruise ship sitting poolside and sipping on mixed drinks, so hopefully I'll also at least have the first chapter of That Summer, the second chapter of Of Coffee and Cinnamon Rolls, and one or more sections of Five Times Foggy Almost Confessed His Feelings for You (+ the Time He Actually Did) written (and possibly the beginnings of Mind the Gap and A Good Read, although I don't intend to start posting those until some of my other WIPs are complete).

(Which reminds me, I still need to share the banner and teaser for That Summer! It'll be coming soon, but in the meantime, please send inspirational Frank Castle/Jon Bernthal gifs and pics to quench my newfound thirst for him. 🥵)

As always, if you'd like to be added to my taglist for anything and/or everything or even just want to ask questions/talk about my writing/stories/anything else, please don't hesitate to reach out! My ask box is always open.