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[missmarveledsblog]

Angel night ( frank castle x reader )

Summary : Frank comes home to thinking his angel is in danger only to realise that she has had a nightmare . he makes sure to comfort his girl . this like part of what i will be calling the angel verse  of our beloved bad ass punisher and his equally bad ass sarcastic ball of sunshine that is y/n " angel" murdock . 

Warnings: angsty fluffy fun , Frank being a teddy bear (I love making big badass men teddy bears) . I have a smutty version post soon , If wanted . 

A year to the night when he first met Angel, it would have been laughable if someone told him he would fall head over heels in love with a Murdock , but yet now here he was coming home to their shared apartment.

Coming back to the place he once deemed just that, the place in which he slept and ate, was now a home. Each part has some sort of reminder of the woman who brought sunshine and light into the dark hole he felt his life become. He never thought he could love again, find a second chance to be the happiest he'd ever been and yet here he was smile on his face looking around his home. Even if he was bloody and bruised after spending a few days with said woman's annoying older brother. That smile soon faded, like he could clock something was wrong. His angel didn't come to greet him like she always did no matter what time of the night or day he got back  . A familiar chill ran down his back as he inspected the place nothing seemed to be touched it should have calmed his fears knowing if she was under some sort of threat she would leave evidence of such an event. Yet when her screams hit his ear sent him into action mode straight through to the bedroom expecting to see the worst.

Gun drawn he looked around for the threat like it was second nature then he saw her face. That told him everything he needed to know , the pain on her face as she moved in the bed , the sweat on her forehead. She was having a nightmare and a bad one at that.

" Angel" he called soft and gentle hoping the tone could change the course of her dreams which sometimes worked or wake her from the hell she was trapped in . He went to move forward only for her to shoot up gasping and panting for air tired confused eyes trying to make sense of the environment before locking on him.

" Fr-Frank you're ok? Please say you're ok" she pleaded voice filled with heartbreak and fear . asking him insisting to confirm it was just a nightmare. It broke his heart seeing her so sorrowful like she was still trying to distinguish reality and dream . He didn't speak partially because he was relieved she wasn't under some threat or worse . Wordlessly he took off the tactical gear he was wearing before lifting her in his arms letting her heartbroken sobs soak into the shirt he was wearing. Sitting her on their sofa and kissing her head he went to the kitchen. Chuckling at the burnt pot soaking into the sink. He began making the hot chocolate one she enjoyed most during bad times,which this deemed to be one of those. Making his more Irish, he carried the cups into the living room and deal with the cleanup in the morning, right now it really wasn't important. Handing her the cup and placing his own on the coffee table noticing the shivers down her body , instantly sitting on the sofa and pulling her into his lap wrappin the comforter around her body .

" You're ok" she repeated like it was all she could say .

"I'm ok , I got you sweet girl" he kissed her head holding her a little tighter . Not a word spoken nor was he going to ask , he knew when she was ready she would and if she didn’t well he was ok with that too once she was ok . Taken her from the room to ground herself and let her just bare her senses . Let her ground herself after the trauma her unconscious inflicted. It was bad he knew as much her nightmare never spilt out physically or made her scream that loud. Soft touches and kisses reminded her, He was there keeping her safe from the unseen monsters. Waiting til she was ready if she ever was ready to talk about it either way he was there for her.

An hour of silence , an hour of just feeling him under her touch knowing he was actually there. At first it felt like a trick of her mind , the dream was so vivid that real life seemed as it was the dreamland . Finally finding her voice she lifted her head eyes looking into his , scanning his face like it was another thing she need to do to definitely be sure .

" They got me , i don't know how but when my eyes opened i was in the dingey room , i could actually smell the damp and mould , it was so real i could feel the binds around my wrist" she said lip trembling as she rubbed the skin of her wrists only for him to take each hand and placing a kiss on the skin so softly .

" They wanted me to work for them, comply with their evil requests and do their dirty work. I kept saying no I wasn't a monster like them,I tried using my powers and they wouldn't come all I kept thinking about was you and Matt as I pulled on the binds, Then like they could read my mind " She paused willing herself not to break as he rubbed her hand letting her know she wasn't alone nor did she need to continue if it was too much one things she loved about him. Frank never pressured her into anything, never controlled any aspect of her life something she never had before.

" They pulled... They pulled you into the room, hogtied and gagged, bruised and bloody i begged them to let you go and they laughed" she sniffled. " They kept asking me to do it and I said no, you said no and each time they hit you and each time it was harder, It was so real I could hear their fist hit your skin, your pained grunts and groans. I screamed for them to let you go when your eyes started getting heavy , slipping away. so I agreed , I would do whatever they wanted me to do, whatever I could to make sure they would stop hurting you, I would do anything to keep you from harm" she cried only for his hand to come up and wipe the tears off her cheeks.

" Then ..oh god They shot you and laughed when I screamed , crying begging you to wake up and then he turned and went to grab me by the throat i couldn't breathe . I woke up" she looked up into his eyes .

All he wanted to do was take that pain, all those fears from her. Take all those negative feelings and make them positive. Seeing the one he loves the most so scared,  so pained never was something he wanted nor would he wish for.  All he wanted to see on her face was smiles although seeing her mad was a hot one, though he made sure it never lasted so long . She was usually the one making everyone so happy and laughing and now it was her turn to be taken care of. 

He held her face in his hand kissing her cheeks , her forehead , nose before kissing her lips letting her know he was there and not planning on leaving at anytime soon .

"Angel , my sweet girl i promise you with every fibre in my being those sick fucks will never get you , nor will they hurt you in any shape , we both know you are a powerhouse all on your own powers or not , But in saying that I will kill them all, I would burn this world to make sure it meant you were safe, you, my sweet girl gave me a second chance at something i never knew could exist , One that has me looking forward to coming home , waking up in the morning i will let nothing get in the way of that" he kissed her lips again .

" What if you get killed running around with my brother" she sniffled.

" I always will come home to you no matter what that brother of yours pulls me into, I'll keep him safe too, I'm here, I'm breathing, see my heart is beating, it's beating stronger ever since your sassy little ass came into my life," he said softly holding her hand to his chest. " Every part of me will make sure I come home to you because you are my everything and more, You gave me something I never thought I would have, something I thought I gave up on so long ago, something so forbidden it was impossible for me to even think of, you gave me a future, You repaired a man so broken that others would have just cast away and deemed so unfixable. You gave me a second chance at living I love you so much angel I hope you know you saved me " he pulled her into his arms . " Well unless you cook for me well then sorry that's out of my hands " he chuckled only to hear her giggles muffled in his t-shirt and her hand bat his chest.

" Hey i'm not that bad but  i love you too " she looked up now smile on her face.

" Say that to the pot in there, there she is, there's my girl now how about we get some sleep and I make us some breakfast in the morning and we have a lazy ass day watching movies and eating junk food, can even prank call your brother and stark I know you love winding those two up " he kissed her lips before lifting her in his arms and carrying her into the room. Both physically and emotionally tired as her head on his chest hand over his heart. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest, feeling his heartbeat and his hands on her scalp soothing her . She felt her eyes getting heavy and drifting off to sweeter dreams one where she lived a future with the man she never thought she would find herself falling in love with giving their first encounter.

While he watched her fall into a soothing sleep , wondering when it was the best time to use that ring he hid snugly in his drawer,unbeknownst to him of making her dreams a reality . He meant it when he said it , he would burn the world burn just for her to be safe and he was going to do everything to keep her safe. But for now, All he could do was hold his angel , his favourite Murdock and let his own dreams take over one's now filled with promises of a better and bright future. Because a future with angel ,was a future worth living for .  

[chellestrash]

Out of sight

Shane Walsh x F!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: explicit content, explicit language, teasing, banter, unprotected sex, age gap

summary: Shane stays over at your house when your parents leave, we all know how it’ll end.

a/n: thank you to my sweet @chelseasdagger for proofreading this!

“Right, we won’t be long.”

You turn and give your mom a small smile from where you're sitting on the living room couch, in front of the TV with your boyfriend.

“Okay!”

“You kids don't do anything stupid, alright?”

Your dad steps in and glances over both you and Shane.

“We won't.”

You answer shorty, following it up with another smile before turning your attention back to the movie. Shane nods at your parents, giving them a small wave. He stays completely silent until you hear the main door lock behind your parents.

“Kids?”

He asks, turning to face you now. You sigh, letting yourself relax slightly since your every move wasn't being monitored by your parents anymore. Not taking your eyes off of the TV, you shrug at Shane's question.

“I don't think my parents know how old you are.”

You innocently give him a simple answer, and he frowns, slightly confused.

“Yeah? Never asked?”

“Oh they did.”

You answer, popping a handful of popcorn into your mouth, not sure where he's going with this as you do not see any issues with occasionally hiding some minor things from your parents. Shane watches you for another moment, his eyebrows pull up as he slowly realizes what you've done.

“Mhm, so how old’d you make me?”

He bites his lip, squinting as he tilts his head to the side slightly, his eyes never leaving your face for even a moment.

“Ohh, you know.”

You give him a nonchalant wave, and his eyes open wide at the audacity in the tone of your voice.

“I don't.”

You don't reply, so he asks again.

“How old?”

“Twenty…something.”

He scoffs, huffing loudly, and turns to the side with a smirk, quickly looking back at you.

“Shit, darlin…haven't been twenty-something in a while, you know that?”

“Oh, you want me to go tell my dad that? Hmm?”

“No, no, okay just-”

You push yourself off the couch, but he catches your wrist and pulls you down in his lap.

“What you do that for? Hmm?”

He asks, his fingers on your chin as he turns your face back towards him.

“Cause you're old, Walsh.”

You answer quickly, and he sighs loudly, shaking his head with a big eye roll. His hand pushes your face away, and you fall off his lap and onto the couch.

“Asshole.”

He mumbles under his breath, and you laugh at his immature reaction, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek before changing the possession in which you lay on the couch.

“Lay down.”

You order him, and he follows, stretching his legs out on the couch, his hands under his head now as he watches you get comfortable on top of him. You throw your leg over his, choosing to lay down on your stomach, facing the TV with your head propped up in your hands by Shane's legs, your thighs over his lower chest, your ass right in front of his face. Shane clears his throat, pushing his hips up slightly as he attempts to get a bit more comfortable, his hand immediately on the back of your thighs.

“How's that?”

You glance back at him over your shoulder, and he doesn't even bother to pretend like he's still watching the movie.

“God damn perfect, darlin.”

And that's how he feels, with your tight leggings showing off the hem of your panties right there, so close to him, his thumb now brushing right over it.

“God damn perfect.”

You shake your head with a smirk, making sure to push your ass out some as you move on top of him. Shane grunts, pushing his fingers into your things and ass, and you hum loudly, wiggly slightly on top of him.

“Don't get too comfortable, Walsh.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, sweetie.”

He mumbles, his eyes still on your ass, closing only when he pushes his thumb against you through the fabric and you push back into his touch in response.

“It's kinda hot here, isn't it?”

You ask oh so innocently, pretending to still watch the movie.

“Yeah?”

Shane bites down on his lip, his whole hand coming over your ass now before he squeezes it tightly. His lips part as he glaces back and forth between you and your ass, waiting for your word.

“Mhm.”

You hum as a response and push your ass up slightly. Not even seconds after, you feel his fingers hook under the hem of your leggings. The fabric brushes over your skin as he pulls them down, exposing your panties. You quickly pull them up higher, allowing the fabric to dig into your pussy, accentuating the shape, not leaving much to his imagination anymore.

“Shit.”

As you push yourself up slightly, you "unintentionally" brush your hand up his legs, and then a bit higher and a bit more. Resting your palm on top of the bulge in his jeans, you feel him already almost half hard, straining against the fabric slightly. He breathes in sharply through his teeth and follows, cupping you over the fabric with his big hand before he pushes his thumb through your folds, brushing little circles over your clit. You sigh loudly, relaxing into his touch, letting him work over you through the fabric just like that. Shane holds you on top of him, his fingers digging into the back of your thigh, watching the small, slowly expanding darker spot right in the middle of the fabric as you feel yourself getting closer, and he feels his blood rushing right between his legs.

“Damn it.”

He mumbles, his hips bucking up under you without his control. You lay back down, resting your face on top of your arms, on his legs. Your hips slowly begin to move back and forth, pushing away slightly, then pushing right into this touch again, grinding on his fingers.

“Shit darlin’ that what we're doin’? You gonna rub one out for me? Hmm?”

He attempts to sound nonchalant, ignoring the slowly overwhelming sensation in his pants.

“Like you don’t want me to do that.”

You answer without even opening your eyes again.

“Like you don’t waaant me to come from how you touch me? Hmm?”

You tease, giving him the taste of his own medicine. He doesn’t say anything, but you feel him digging into your stomach now, pushing against the jeans.

“Hmm? Walsh?”

You turn to look over your shoulder as you don’t hear him again.

“You staring at my ass?”

“I ain’t.”

He states, not looking away from what’s in front of him for even a second, his thumb pushing up and down your folds the whole time.

“Walsh.”

“Not my fault, it’s right in my face.”

You scoff, getting back into the movement. Shane’s hand on the back of your thigh gradually speeds up the pace. Reaching down under your stomach, you palm the bulge between his legs, slowly rubbing your hand up and down his length. Shane grunts, pushing his thumb harder against you as you undo his zipper and tighten the grip around his cock. You grind against him for a bit longer, feeling yourself getting closer and closer with every second, losing your composure for a moment as you move back and forth on top of him. Until finally pushing back into him enough to get yourself over the edge. Grunting, you bite down on your lower lip, unintentionally wrapping your fingers even harder around him. He curses quietly, grabbing onto your wrist to pull your hand away from him before helping you change your position and lay down on your back.

“C’mere.”

He mumbles under his breath, kneeling between your legs before quickly reaching down to pull your panties off while you focus on helping him get his pants and boxers down, spreading your legs open for him at the same time.

“Shit, all that for me, darlin? Hmm? I make you feel that good?“

He whispers, rubbing his hand up and down his already hard cock.

“Don’t get cocky, or I’ll tell my parents how old you are.”

Shane raises his eyebrows, leaning down towards you.

“You’re the one lying bout it, sweetheart.”

You frown, pouting at the fact that he was, probably for the first time in his life, right about something.

“Oh, bite me.”

“Yeah, you wish, huh?"

"Don't get anything on the couch.”

You warn, and he grunts loudly, his head falling as he continues to thrust into you. Your words ring out in his head as a reminder, not letting him forget where he is, what he's doing or the fact that your parents could walk through the front door any second.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Feeling like a fucking teenager again, Shane speeds up the pace and your mouth falls open. A loud moan sips past your lips while he leans down quickly. Pushing your shirt up, he licks and kisses over your stomach, then your chest, the warm and wet feeling making your legs shake slightly and your hips push up into him. Your hand brushes over the short prickly hair at the back of his neck, your legs wrap around his waist, as you feel your whole body rocking back and forth with every thrust. Feeling the slight bit of pain as he hits that spot deep inside you, you whine out his name, pushing your hand between your legs to work your clit from the outside.

“Yeah? That feels good, baby? Huh?"

He teases, his hand quickly changing for yours, and you feel his touch on you now. It's rougher, harder and faster than what you would do, but you don't complain, feeling your back arch up at the sensation.

“Shane."

Your fingers wrap tightly around his arm, your body letting you know you won't be able to hold it back any longer. His thrusts are slower now, but they hit harder. You feel his hips brushing against you every time he pushes in deep inside you, and you cover your mouth, fighting back the whines that would otherwise fall from your mouth.

“Shit-”

He mumbles, feeling his cock stretching you out, and you clenching around him in response.

“Shit.”

He repeats one more time. His breathing shallows and his fingers push harder into you before you suddenly freeze. Your eyes shoot open, the sound of the car on the driveway to your house almost sending you into a panic, but he doesn't stop.

“Shane.”

You start, smacking his shoulder. Feeling him speeding up again, you moan suddenly and loudly.

“Shane they-”

“I know, I know, just-”

He glances back over his shoulder, his fingers on your clit, his hips thrusting into you again and again, determined to make you both finish.

***

Your breath shakes as you inhale sharply, biting into his arm to keep quiet, your body tensing up underneath him before finally coming undone. Your legs shake and wrap tighter around him, your teeth digging into his skin, your eyebrows pulled together as you fail to fight back the loud whine. Shane grunts loudly, leaning down over you as comes almost at the exact time you do. Clenching his jaw, he closes his eyes, holding himself up above you despite his arms shaking slightly from the work he's done. Panting heavily, he glances around your face, and you catch that god damn smirk before he pulls out quickly.

“It was good, wasn't it?”

He winks before pushing himself up.

“Fuuuck.”

You groan, feeling the drag of his cock leaving your body and pull your knees to your chest, taking a few deep breaths in before quickly getting off the couch. You grab your panties off the floor while Shane tosses the leggings at you before fixing his black shirt. You quickly slip the pants on, not bothering with the underwear, and Shane watches you approach him before you slip the still slightly damp ball of fabric into his pocket.

“For you, and if they ask, you're twenty-seven. Got it?"

You whisper with a smirk before pressing a soft kiss to the side of his face and straightening up your shirt the moment the lock on the door snaps open.

"We’re back!”

Your mom’s voice bounces off the walls of the house and Shane shakes his head quickly, blinking a couple of times as he attempts to get rid of the explicit images of you from moments ago playing back in his head.

"Yes ma'am."

He whispers more to himself than to anyone else, before making his way over to you and your parents, wiping his hand off on his jeans just in case.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

An Angel Without Wings

Title: An Angel Without Wings

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Frank Castle x Unnamed!Black!OFC

Fandom: The Punisher

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: When she needs him to take control, he’s there for her.

Warnings: pet name (Angel), Sir kink, male!Dom/fem!Sub, slight hair pulling, spanking, vaginal fingering, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids, aftercare

A/N: I’ve never written for Frank Castle. But I had a dream about him out of nowhere. And now you get fic loosely based on that dream. So, yeah. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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The jingle of keys in the front door alerts her to his arrival. Her knees ache from where she kneels on the hardwood flooring. Gooseflesh appears everywhere her leather and mesh lingerie set doesn’t cover. In her outstretched hands is her collar, a thin piece of black leather with a dangling tag that reads Angel. She keeps her eyes downcast until she has permission to look upon him. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices her in the dimly lit apartment. He doesn’t acknowledge her at first. He sets his keys down on the table by the door, toes off his boots, and hangs his jacket on the coat rack. Turning around slowly, he pushes up the sleeves of his henley and walks towards her.

Studying her face, he can tell she longs for this. She wants to relinquish control, but more importantly, she needs him to take it from her. 

Coming to a standstill in front of her, he looks over her body as her eyes stay on the space between them. He picks up the collar and bends forward to secure it around her neck before walking around and placing his hands on her shoulders. Her smooth brown skin under his calloused tan hands is a stark contrast.

“Who are you?” His gruff voice fills the empty room.

“Angel,�� she says, placing the backs of her hands on her thighs. She stares at her palms.

“That’s right. Who am I?” He asks, hooking a finger under one bra strap and sliding it across her skin.

“Sir,” she replies.

“Good girl. Now, do you remember our system?” He challenges, the pad of one thumb pressing into the side of her neck as his fingers move to wrap around.

“Green for go. Yellow for slow down. Red for stop, Sir,” she breathes, lifting her chin slightly as his hand closes around her throat.

Leaning forward, he whispers in her ear, “That’s my sweet Angel. I wanna see this pretty little thing you’re wearing for me. Stand up.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answers, raising her body to her full height while Frank mirrors her movement. She stands in front of him, close enough to feel his body heat on her back. Close enough that his breath on her neck makes her shiver.

With his left hand still around her throat, his right hand is left to explore her body. He can feel her pulse quickening under his thumb, relishing his effect on her. 

He closes the small gap between them and toys with the waistband of her thong. His fingers follow from her thong to the garter belt she is wearing, the thick mesh straps connecting to a strip of leather sitting perfectly around her curvy thighs. He switches directions, his hand ghosting over her fabric-covered mound on its way past her tummy to her pendulous breasts that are accentuated by the mesh bra with cutouts. Groping each breast, he gives them both ample attention. Sliding his thumb back and forth against the nipples, he grows harder at the sound of her whimpers. 

Loosening his grip on her throat even further, he nudges her shoulder to turn around. Once turned, he tangles a hand in her curls. Tightening his hand, he forces her to finally look at him by tilting her head. Her big brown eyes display her vulnerability, her desire, and her willingness to submit to him.

He runs the back of his knuckles softly against her face from cheek to jawline, grabbing her chin with his thumb and forefinger. Lowering his head a centimeter, he brushes his lips against hers before taking the lead in a heart-stopping kiss. He licks inside her mouth and massages her tongue with his. Feeling her knees start to buckle, he slows the kiss and steps away from her.

She follows his movement as he steps up to the couch and sits dead center. He pats his thighs, and she knows to assume “the position”. Climbing on top of him, she lays across his lap with her ass up in the air.

Running a hand over her exposed globes, he speaks lowly to her. “My sweet Angel has the smoothest skin. And the sound it makes when I-,” He raises his hand, and it lands with a SMACK, “-hit it just right? Perfection.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she breathes, panting just slightly.

Frank adjusts himself so that she feels his growing length against her abdomen. When he feels her pushing her ass into his hand again, he lands a healthy SMACK on both cheeks. With both hands, he parts her ass and runs a thumb over the dampening gusset of her thong.

“Mmmm, gettin’ wet already for me, huh? Let’s see what happens when I lay down a few more spanks then,” he hums, putting one hand on her back while the other begins a rhythm of SMACK after SMACK after SMACK. From one cheek to the other, he delivers blow after blow until she pipes up.

“Yellow, Sir!” She sniffles, her hands grabbing onto the couch cushion.

“Good girl, Angel,” Frank says, lightly soothing her ass with slow strokes of his hand. He runs his fingers over the now-soaked center of her mesh panties. Frank groans and moves her underwear to the side, so he has access to her wet little pussy. 

With two fingers, he slides into her core, stretching her out. She moans and grinds her hips, he scissors her open. Wet, squelching noises fill the room as he adds another finger, massaging her swollen clit with his thumb. He picks up speed as her walls start to twitch around his digits.

“That’s it, Angel. Cum for me, baby,” he urges, his gravelly voice rumbling through his chest. “You can do it, Angel. Soak my fingers, girl.”

Within seconds, her heat clamps down on his fingers as she reaches her peak. Shuddering as she cums, she whimpers as he works her through her orgasm. Mumbled nonsense spills from her mouth as she tries her hardest to thank Frank for the earth-shattering climax.

Once she is calmed down from her intense high, Frank picks her up as he stands and walks to their bedroom. Laying her down softly, he steps back and unzips his pants, and pulls out his cock and balls. His uncut hard-on stands proudly as his heavy sac hangs under it. 

She licks her lips and moves to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. Before she can reach out a hand to his dick, he shakes his head and chuckles. 

“Nah. Not tonight, baby. I’m already close to blowin’. If you get that perfect little mouth on me, it’s over. Now, turn around and get that ass over here,” he directs, watching as a sly smile appears on her face.

As soon as she is turned around, Frank grabs her hips and pulls her to him. Using one hand to press her face-down into the mattress, he uses the other to line himself up to her slick center. He slides into her warmth and lets out a grunt as he settles inside her.

Retracting his hips slowly, he leaves just the tip in for a second until he slams back in. Thrusting once, twice, three times; he sets an unremitting pace. Her moans are music to his ears as he plunges over and over into her tight slit. 

Her womanhood drools over his shaft as he reaches a hand down to play with her puffy pearl. Overcome with her impending fall over the edge, she tightens her fists into the bedsheets and lets out a wail as her depths flutter around his thick girth.

“Ohhhh fuuuuuuck, Angel. That’s it! Just like that, gimme that good shit, baby,” he rambles on, chasing his release as he fucks her through hers. “Argh, fuck! I’m gonna fill you up, Angel. Beg me for it.”

“Please, Sir! Please fill me up! I need you; I need you so bad,” she gushes, so blissfully fucked out that she would do anything for Frank at this moment.

“That’s my Angel. Ugh fuck!” Frank fucks into her one last time, his cockhead poking at her sensitive cervix. As he spills inside her, he huffs every time his dick spasms.

She sighs as her body accepts his load, a hazy smile on her face. 

Frank pulls out, watching as his jizz tries to escape. He uses a finger to catch his spend and push it back inside her. Tucking himself away, he helps her lay down with her head against the pillows before lying next to her. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, and she cuddles into his side. Kissing the top of her head, he also gives her a quick squeeze.

They are quiet for a moment until she speaks, “Thank you, Frankie. Fuck, I needed that.”

“Anytime, baby. You know I’m here for you. Anything you need. All you gotta do is ask, and I’ll come running,” he confesses, smiling down at her when she looks up at him. “Now, don’t get too comfy. We’re gonna take a bath together so I can soothe those sore muscles.”

“Frankie, how did I get so lucky to have a man like you?” Her big brown eyes focus on him while her hand cradles his face.

He chuckles before replying, “Nah, I’m the lucky one. You love me with your whole heart, you lift me on my hardest days, and the way you look at me like I hung the damn moon? You’re a saint, my Angel.”

She leans up on one elbow, looking at Frank with unshed tears. “You think you don’t do the same? Please, baby. You are my heart, my love, my everything. You came home from what I assume was most likely a hard day, and you dropped everything to give me what I needed. You, Frank Castle, are the real angel here. One of those cool, brooding angels without wings.”

“An angel without wings, huh? Sounds kinda badass, honestly,” he jokes, leaning up to place a chaste kiss on her lips before getting out of bed. He walks around to where she sits on the edge with her legs dangling. She smiles at him and swats his hands away when he tries to pick her up again.

He raises his hands in defeat and follows her as she walks into the bathroom. They get undressed as the clawfoot tub fills with warm water and lavender-scented bubbles. Frank helps her step in and then slides in behind her.

Washing her body, he massages her favorite body wash into her flesh. She returns the favor, and they exit the tub. Frank wraps a towel around his hips and uses another to pat her skin lightly from head to toe. 

Once they are in pajamas and back in bed, he pulls her back into his arms. Ghosting a hand up and down her arm until her breathing settles and soft snores escape her, he can finally rest now that she is safe and sound.

A/N: Ok, this was loosely based on a dream I had about Frank Castle. It was a little bit more *insert whip sound here* in my dream, but maybe I will include that in another tale someday.

[jakelocket-heart]

pilgrimage (2017) is the first movie that I've ever felt like it was my favourite. it was the first time I really loved a movie so much that I knew what to say when people asked me what my favourite movie was.

[vadinaleme]

HE’S REALLY BACK. HE’S COMING HOME GUYS.

IM SCREAMING, SOBBING, CRYING, THROWING UP.

[fanficreader82]

He’s so handsome

[bambiisin]

HARDER THAN WAR

frank castle x reader

frank is shy around you

Frank Castle has faced warzones, crime syndicates, and hell itself. But nothing prepares him for the quiet storm behind the counter of the corner coffee shop.

She works mornings. He knows because he’s been showing up every morning for the past three weeks—same black coffee, same table by the window, same silence.

At first, it was a coincidence. He ducked in for cover during a rainstorm. Then it became routine. Not because of the coffee. Because of her. The way she hums under her breath while she wipes down tables. The way she smiles at regulars like they’re old friends. The way she says “Have a good day, Frank,” like she means it.

She knows his name. That alone makes his chest ache.

But Frank Castle doesn’t do talking. He does brooding. Watching. Protecting from the shadows. Hell, he’s better at defusing bombs than saying hi to a woman who smells like vanilla and coffee beans.

He tries once. Sort of. She’s pouring his coffee, and he opens his mouth to say something—anything—but all that comes out is a grunt and a stiff nod.

Smooth.

She doesn’t seem to mind. Just gives him that soft smile, the kind he hasn’t seen in years. The kind that feels like something he doesn’t deserve.

By week four, he knows her schedule, her favorite playlist, and the fact that she sneaks sips of caramel syrup straight from the bottle when she thinks no one’s looking.

He still doesn’t know her name.

Today, the place is quieter than usual. Rain taps against the windows, and the smell of cinnamon hangs in the air. She’s alone behind the counter, wiping down the espresso machine, earbuds in, swaying gently to some song he can’t hear.

He tells himself it’s now or never.

Frank walks up to the counter. His boots are too loud. His heart is louder. She doesn’t notice him right away, not until he clears his throat.

She pulls out one earbud and smiles. “Hey, Frank. The usual?”

He opens his mouth. No sound. His hands twitch. He’s held rifles steadier than this.

“I—uh…” he starts, staring hard at the sugar packets like they’ve personally offended him.

She tilts her head, patient. Kind.

“I was wonderin’…” He swallows, jaw tight. “If maybe you’d wanna… get a coffee. I mean—not here. Somewhere else. With me.”

For a second, he’s sure the silence is going to kill him.

Then she grins—wide and bright.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

And just like that, the Punisher breathes a little easier.

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(cuties :3)

[seaside-storm]

MATT MURDOCK and FRANK CASTLE Daredevil: Born Again (2025) 1.09

[buckyssugarchick]

Mood.

[littlelioncub43]

Ok but I just know that Frank Castle is a moaner. Like yeah, yeah, yeah, grunting growling, groaning, sure sure sure— he moans.

Like... moans.

When he's able to, when he can afford to fully be comfortable and let his guard down.

He's pounding into you like it's his last day on earth and he's moaning the whole fucking time. He's watching and listening to how good he's making you feel and he just can't help himself. He's going to let you know how good he's feeling, he's a talker and a moaner.

You cannot tell me otherwise.

[minidodds]

Looks like a cinnamon roll; is actually a cinnamon roll.

Looks like a cinnamon roll; could actually kill you.

Looks like they could kill you; is actually a cinnamon roll.

Looks like they could kill you; could actually kill you.

[catharticconsolation]

requests bot dump: 13/4/25

the bear:

‎𖦹- Carmen Berzatto - sign language - working in a busy, loud kitchen whilst being deaf must be terrifying, but Carmen is willing to learn, for you. (carmy x deaf!user) sign language by eric clapton and bob dylan.

‎𖦹- Carmen Berzatto - little brother, goodbye - Carmen knows that you're mad that he didn't show up to Mikey's funeral, but he just wants to look after his baby sibling. (carmy and berzatto-sibling!user) coyote, little brother by pete seeger.

‎𖦹- Carmen Berzatto - depollute me, pretty baby - Carmen has been in love with you for years, and now that the time has come for the two of you to get intimate, all he wants is to impress you. we'll never have sex by leith ross.

‎𖦹- Michael Berzatto - the only exception - you've saved Michael, and he's so scared of hurting you, but he just cannot resist whenever you come to check up on him (michael x younger!user) the only exception by paramore.

shameless:

‎𖦹- Lip Gallagher - strangers again - Lip seems to have moved on from you after the summer, but he'll still happily use you to look after Liam. strangers by celeste.

‎𖦹- Lip Gallagher - one of your girls - you've always been the only girl in Lip's life, but you don't know how to cope when he starts becoming more popular. one of your girls by troye sivan.

‎𖦹- Lip Gallagher - sunday morning- a rainy sunday morning seems to be the most perfect time for the two of you to get cuddly and sappy. sunday morning by the velvet underground.

‎𖦹- Lip Gallagher - you are not alone - Lip has always been your safe space, and you've always been extremely anxious, and all he wants to do is comfort you after you come back from a new mom's gathering in tears. you are not alone by stephen sondheim (into the woods).

‎𖦹- Lip Gallagher - cut your hair - Lip cannot cope after another lice outbreak at Freddie's school, so the hair gets shaved in the middle of the night. common people by pulp.

music:

‎𖦹- Bob Dylan - i got mean - Bob doesn't like to show his stage fright like a normal person, so he lashes out. i know the end by phoebe bridgers.

‎𖦹- Bob Dylan - shelter from the storm- Bob doesn't like how people talk about him, you help him feel like a man. shelter from the storm by bob dylan.

the iron claw:

‎𖦹- David Von Erich- power of love - David loves to talk in the ring, especially about you, and especially when he gets to announce your marriage. power of love by jennifer rush.

brooklyn nine-nine:

‎𖦹- Jake Peralta - just a silly thing - an undercover stakeout leaves you wanting more. i'm not in loved by 10cc.

stranger things:

‎𖦹- Steve Harrington - the air that i breathe - Steve and you have practically become the same person, so when you get to work together at family video, he starts to love you even more. the air that i breathe by the hollies.

criminal minds:

‎𖦹- Spencer Reid - sesame syrup- addiction is a nasty thing, and as Spencer gets better, all he wants to do is help you (tw!substance abuse). sesame syrup by cigarettes after sex.

𖦹- Spencer Reid - nobody- Spencer and you are both terribly lonely, and it only hits him how much he feels like he's using you when you're injured after a case. nobody by mitski.

note: some of these requests are a year old and i'm so sorry that it took so long to get them out! i'm hoping to release some more bots and update my fics over this next week while i have a break. thankyou x

[sp00k-wav]

"It's all about him. He talks to you, dudn't he? You hear his voice. You do, don't you?"

"Everytime I stop moving, I still hear my little boy. I see him. And I hear his voice. He says, 'Get 'em, Daddy—every last single one of 'em, get 'em.'"

"That's why I do what I do. And that's why I see it in you—that's why I see it in you, because you know you didn't do a goddamn thing and it's gonna keep eating at you. It's gonna keep eating, and eating, and eating. There's no getting away with it, you understand?"

Daredevil: Born Again (2025) S1.E4.

[everlarkdove]

I love and hate the way mcu/Disney uses kastle to promote ddba, not just as a ship but also the characters themselves. Love to see them getting the recognition they deserve and bring more people to our fandom, but at the same time WHY are using Frank and Karen to promote a show they barely appeared? Why so many Punisher posts if he was only in 2 eps? You gave Frank and Karen 10 minutes of screentime for the whole season, yet they're the ones you use for promoting bc it'll give better engagement to your instagram/show and yk it!!!

Same thing for my guy Wilson Bethel. 3 eps for him, but he's the one you're posting reels with (1mi views btw)

Those actors you're using for social media marketing were not even coming back, if you're gonna use them at least give Jon, Debs and Wilson more screentime next season!

[libertalia]

"Jon: Team up with? Audience: Yeah. Jon: I'd say Karen Page. Deborah: Yes! There you go. We're gonna make it happen."

thinking about this moment at raleigh galaxycon 2024 (x)

[bambiisin]

NEXT DOOR

frank castle x reader

warnings: implied „smut“ but nothing happens (yet hehe), kissing

The first time you saw him, you thought great, another quiet neighbor who keeps to himself.

You weren’t wrong. Frank Castle wasn���t exactly the chatty type. He moved in next door with little more than a duffel bag and a grunt in response to your polite “Welcome to the building.”

You learned quickly that he wasn’t like the other tenants. He didn’t throw parties, didn’t blast music, didn’t ask to borrow sugar or some other dumb excuse to start a conversation. If anything, it felt like he was avoiding them. Avoiding you.

At first, you let it be.

But then came the little things.

How he always took the stairs instead of the elevator. How you sometimes heard him coming home at ungodly hours, boots heavy against the floor. How he never had visitors, but you’d catch glimpses of bruised knuckles and a faraway look in his eyes when he thought no one was watching.

And then, of course, there were the other things.

Like how he always held the door open for you without a word. How, on the nights when your crappy heater barely worked, a folded-up blanket mysteriously appeared in front of your door. How when your ex showed up one night, drunk and slurring apologies, Frank had been there before you could even tell him to leave—standing between you and the guy with a look that sent him running.

After that, you stopped pretending he was just your neighbor.

And he stopped pretending he didn’t notice you.

⸻

It was slow. Frustratingly so.

You started seeing him more—at the corner store, at the laundromat, on the roof when you both needed some air. Conversations started short, mostly gruff nods and muttered hellos. But then they got longer.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” you had teased one night, sitting beside him on the rooftop ledge.

Frank had smirked, taking a sip of his beer. “Talkin’s overrated.”

You rolled your eyes, bumping your shoulder against his. “You know, most people say ‘thank you’ when their neighbor keeps them company.”

His smirk deepened, but his voice was softer when he said, “That what you’re doin’? Keepin’ me company?”

You didn’t answer. But you didn’t leave, either.

Neither did he.

⸻

The first time he kissed you, it was because he was tired of pretending he didn’t want to.

It happened late one night in your apartment, after a shared dinner that had turned into two hours of just talking. You had been laughing at something—something small, something unimportant—when he just… moved.

One second, he was leaning against the counter, watching you with that unreadable expression. The next, his hand was on your jaw, his lips brushing against yours in a way that stole the breath from your lungs.

He hesitated, like he was giving you a chance to stop him. But you didn’t.

Didn’t even think about it.

Because God, you had wanted this.

Wanted him.

And when you kissed him back, he let out a sound that sent heat straight to your core.

⸻

It didn’t happen right away.

Frank wasn’t the kind of man to rush things—not with you. Not with this.

But the night it did happen, you knew there was no going back.

You were in his apartment, curled up on his couch, wearing one of his old shirts that smelled like soap and gun oil. His hands had been on you all night—small touches, a thumb brushing over your knuckles, fingers tracing absentminded circles on your thigh. Nothing urgent. Nothing rushed.

But when you shifted, swinging one leg over his lap, his breath hitched.

His hands settled on your hips, steady but firm. “You sure?” he murmured, voice rough with restraint.

You nodded, heart pounding. “Yeah.”

That was all he needed.

Frank kissed you slow, deep, like he had all the time in the world. And when he laid you back against the couch, his body pressing into yours, you knew—

There was no one else. No one who would ever make you feel like this.

And Frank?

Frank would take his time proving it.