#or frank castle/karen page im into that too

[febuwhump]

less than a month to go until febuwhump!

things that will be happening over this month: 

i will be reposting the updated rules and FAQ (both are identical to last year’s, both just need the new themed header)

the discord will open back up for new members! it’s of course available for use if you are already in it, but i will be sharing the link once again after going through and rewriting the room list because it hasn’t been accurate in a super long time

i’m probably going to end up answering a lot of asks whose answers are in the FAQ; please read the FAQ

i will begin a quiet and subtle campaign in the tags of these posts to convince specifically people writing for the fandoms i am in and currently care about to take part in febuwhump so i have content i want to read 

[francisco-castle]

he looks so scared 😭😭😭 my poor baby what happened to him????

[theshipdiaries]

THESE BITCHES DRIVE ME FUCKING CRAZY.

This scene changed my brain chemistry. Every single part of that episode did (the kastle parts).

https://www.tumblr.com/iskarieot/741076257761017856

people got over this wayyyy too quickly for my liking

insane thing to just. happen. and then u have to go on living like this didn't fundamentally change u. that the foundations of ur very personhood weren't shaken to the core. like thats just something u can move on from and be normal about. like the sheer tenderness of it hasn't crumbled ur bones and soul into dust. bitches really were in that elevator swaying together in the aftermath of the most brutal violence basking in the glow of shared survival and relief of seeing the other relatively unharmed touching foreheads just existing. TOGETHER. I'm being dragged into a padded room against my will while wailing.

[amhrosina]

Good Girls Get Rewarded

Summary: Frank gets tired of you running your mouth and decides to remind you who's in charge. Smutty antics follow.

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.5k (holy shit!!!!)

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a/n: im not ashamed to admit that this fic is the only thing i thought about for three days straight. please enjoy. it is an absolute smut-fest!

warnings: buckle the fuck up bitches, cursing (obvi), all porn no plot, oral (male & fem receiving), fingering, pet names!!!!!, p in v sex, praise kink, size kink a little??, frank is so mean at first lmfao, lots of teasing, spanking, frank gets called sir a lot lmfao, reader is a brat, physical violence (this does not transfer to the smut!!!), i am probably forgetting so many pls let me know what i need to add!

“How’d you get this number?”

Frank’s familiar rasp was even more apparent over the phone, a tingling revelation that sent a shiver up your spine. He was in a sour mood, and you were itching for a fight. It was the perfect way to end your evening.

“Oh, c’mon, Frankie. You know I can get whatever I want whenever I want.”

“How could I forget you’re such a spoiled princess, huh? The fuck you want, princess?”

He spat the last word at you as if it were an insult. Good. He was angry, too.

“Did I catch you at a bad time? I was just admiring these pretty curtains. They designer?”

Annoyed resolve rang through in Frank’s tone as he replied. “You know I don’t know what you’re talking about. You gonna make me ask?”

“Sure, honey. I think you’ll want to know the answer.”

You smirked, eyes roaming the living room you were currently standing in the middle of. If only Frank could see you now.

He huffed. “What curtains?”

“These blue ones in your living room. Did you pick them out, or was it that Karen Page with her over-eagerness to please you?”

“You leave her the fuck out of this.” He paused, and you smirked at yourself in the mirror as the realization of what you’d said was processed fully by Frank. “You’re in my fuckin’ house? What the hell is wrong with you?”

He was already moving. Even if you hadn’t been able to hear the hitches in his breath as he barreled his way across Hell’s Kitchen, you’d know he was coming. Your plan was working. You were ecstatic.

“Cat got your tongue, princess?”

“Clever.” You hummed, running your tongue over your teeth. Since you’d first met Frank, he’d managed to throw a cat pun in your direction during every interaction you’d had. He claimed it was because the newspapers were calling you the Black Cat, but you thought it probably had something to do with the latex suit you wore. He never could keep his eyes off the curve of your hips. “Lazy, but clever, I suppose. I’ll allow it, considering the spontaneity of this phone call.”

“How kind of you.” Frank spat, and you resisted the urge to giggle over the phone. He had to be getting close, now. He’d come bursting through the door at any second. Your muscles were giddy with the thought of finally being challenged.

“You know I love chatting with you, darling, but I’ve got to run. I have a thing. Ta-ta!”

You hung up the phone, placing it on the counter and angling yourself so that you could see the front door. You weren’t exactly sure how angry he’d be that you broke into his house, but you wanted to at least seem like you had the upper hand when he charged through the door. You waited, anticipation building until you could no longer stay still. You began to pace, nervous and giddy at the same time, and of course, if you’d just been a little more patient and quiet, you probably would’ve heard the creak of the window opening behind you.

You didn’t realize Frank Castle was standing directly behind you until you backed into him. Your heart thundered in your chest, realizing exactly who was behind you and how he’d managed to perfectly out-do you in your own plan. The hands around your throat shouldn’t have been a surprise.

“It’s fuckin’ rude to break into people’s houses, princess.”

He pulled your body fully against his, attempting to wrap his arm around your neck from behind to pull you into a chokehold. You were a tricky little kitten, though, and you slipped out of his grasp almost as easily as you’d waltzed through his door earlier. Maybe he let you out. Maybe he was curious about your unprompted visit, too.

“You’re one to talk. Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not nice to grab a lady like that?”

He snorted. “Lady? Someone confuse you with someone less bitchy?”

“I’ll have you know, I am perfectly fucking civil to most people.” You assured him, jutting your chin out in defiance.

“We really doing this?” He ran his hand over the stubble on his jaw. You eyed the movement and shrugged.

“Eat your fuckin’ heart out, honey.”

You both lunged for each other, your leg rising to connect with his stomach before his fist could connect with your face. He sprang back, unharmed but winded, and caught your leg before it could connect with his chest. You were suddenly on your back, having been thrown off balance by Frank, who was pushing most of his weight down on your hips to keep you from thrashing beneath him.

“You’re rusty, kid.” His eyes were bright and fiery, a combination you’d grown accustomed to during these bouts. You brought your forehead to his chin in a headbutt that would’ve knocked anyone else out completely. Frank, unfortunately, was just dazed for a moment, blinking the confusion out of his eyes before you could make much leeway against his ridiculously strong hold on your hips.

You were, however, able to wiggle one of your legs out from underneath him, giving you the perfect opportunity to pull Frank into an armbar.

“You’re old.” You smirked. Old or not, the best thing about fighting Frank was how incredibly resilient he was. No matter who ended up on top at the end of the night, your pent-up energy was always spent.

He resisted the pull into your hold, though the only other direction for him to go was on top of you. Your breath rushed out of you as he landed directly on top of your lungs, your grip on his arm loosening enough for him to roll away from you.

“Real cute, princess. You break into my house, and now you’re trying to what? Hurt me?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as you coughed and remained on his kitchen floor. He really had landed hard, but you were playing the long game. “Good fucking luck. I’m not an idiot, in case you were wondering. You can stop the act.”

“You sure about that?” You rolled to your feet, pulling your hands into fists and holding them up to block your face. He rolled his eyes again, and even though he looked relaxed - unready, even - he caught your fist before it could connect with his jaw.

“You learn that on TV, princess?”

Your brow furrowed in anger. He was annoyingly good at reading your body language now.

“Actually,” you smiled up at him, face so close to his chest that you could nearly feel his thundering heartbeat, “I learned it from your mom.” You punctuated your insult with a swift knee to Frank’s groin. “I win.”

He hunched forward and you let him fall to his knees on the linoleum flooring. It was a low blow, but you weren’t in the mood to fight fair. He never did, anyway. You pushed yourself onto the counter, watching him breathe through the worst of the pain. You were an asshole, sure, but you weren’t the type to kick a man when he was down.

“You’re a fucking menace.” He grunted, nostrils flaring with anger when he took in your relaxed posture on the counter.

“Oh, please, Frank. It’s not like you fuckin’ use the thing.” You rolled your eyes, flipping your hand through the air in the universal sign for “whatever”.

His gaze shifted from anger to something you couldn’t quite place. You’d seen the look on his face before, but you’d never been able to figure out exactly what he was thinking during those moments. He tilted his head and rose to his feet, keeping his eyes trained on your face. Predator stalking prey. Goosebumps broke out on your skin.

“What was that, princess?” He stalked closer to you, and you were suddenly very aware how cornered you were in this position. To make a hasty escape you’d somehow have to catapult yourself over Frank’s shoulder or burst through what you guessed was a solid block of drywall beside you.

You swallowed thickly. “I said, it’s not like you use the thing.”

Frank’s eyes were bright with delight. Coupled with the teasing smile on his face and the slight tilt of his head, you were a little frightened.

“And you’d know that, how?” He taunted, stepping closer to you. He was in your space now, close enough to touch.

“I know a lot of things, Frankie.” You desperately grasped at the semblance of control you had left. “I know where you live, I know what you order every morning from that diner around the corner, and I know for sure that you. Don’t. Fuck.”

“Oh yeah?” Frank was leaning on the counter now, hands pressed into the granite on either side of your hips. “You think I can’t handle myself in bed, princess? Wanna try it out for yourself?”

“You wouldn’t know what to do with me.”

You didn’t know why you’d said it, or where it came from. Frank Castle was not the man to play games with, especially not these types of games. In actuality, you had no idea who the man was fucking or how often it was happening. You hadn’t expected him to rise to the challenge when you’d teased him about it.

“Is that right, princess?” His eyes gleamed with desire, and you finally realized what the look on his face meant. “Wanna bet?”

He pressed himself fully against you, the hardness of him apparent through his jeans. Your breath hitched against the column of your throat, and you swallowed thickly. You couldn’t deny the steady pounding between your legs, and you slightly widened your legs to allow him more room.

“Yes or no, princess? Wanna learn a thing or two?” His lips ghosted over yours, tongue darting out to lightly lick your top lip in a teasing, playful motion.

Your expectations for the night had been drastically different than this. You’d planned on a physical fight, maybe a black eye or two, and a slew of insults that you’d giggle about until you saw him again. You had not been expecting…this. Whatever this is. They probably existed, but you couldn’t think of a single reason why this might be a bad idea, so you leaned into the feeling that had been steadily growing in your core, and slammed your lips against his.

He groaned, immediately plunging his tongue into your mouth in a desperate, aching kiss. Your teeth clashed against his, but neither of you seemed to notice.

“Fuck, princess.” He mumbled against your lips, angling your chin so that he could pepper kisses down your jaw and onto your throat. You panted, pawing at his shoulders as he nipped the sensitive skin below your ear. “You gonna be good for me?”

“I’m not good for anyone.” You tried and failed to sound feisty. Instead, it came out in a mixture of a whine and a moan.

“You can be good for me, kitten. I won’t tell anyone.” His hands ghosted over the bottom of your shirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. He didn’t lift it up yet, and he probably wouldn’t, you realized, until you offered him some kind of consent.

“Only if you ask nicely.” You teased, brushing your lips over his jaw.

He snorted. “That ain’t happenin’.”

A feline grin made its way across your face. “I know.”

He gripped your jaw tightly, forcing you to look up at him as he leaned in close and whispered, “You’re going to be good for me, you fucking brat. Don’t make me say it again.”

Warm delight flooded your stomach, and even though it went against what you believed in, you nodded. You couldn’t think of a single thing you would rather be doing.

“Good girls get rewarded, kitten.” He adjusted his grip on your jaw, sliding his fingers further down your neck. He toyed with the hem of your shirt again, tugging it slightly so that you arched into his chest. “Can I take this off, sweet girl, hmm?” He hummed, running his tongue across your bottom lip.

You nodded again, and the hand around your neck flexed with displeasure.

“I kiss you for thirty seconds and your big mouth suddenly knows how to shut up?” He pinched your hip, eliciting a yelp from your unassuming mouth.

“Fuck yo-”

“Careful.” He warned, arching an eyebrow at you. “Use your words, kitten. I know you know how to be sweet. Be sweet to me.” His lips ghosted over yours, breath fanning across your flushed cheeks. “Can. I. Take. This. Off?” He punctuated each word with a slight squeeze of his hand, still wrapped around your throat.

“Yes.” You breathed, dipping your chin in a single nod.

“Yes…?” He cooed, close enough for you to see the amusement glittering in his eyes. The fucker was enjoying this entirely too much. Still, your core hadn’t stopped pounding since he’d cornered you, and you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t incredibly turned on by this, by him. You gave in to his question, as much as it hurt your stubborn heart to do so.

“Yes, sir.” You clenched your teeth around the word ‘sir’.

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“Or should I call you master? Or daddy? Or maybe punisher? You gonna punish me, dadd-”

His hand clamped over your mouth, cutting you off before you could continue.

“Shut the fuck up. You just can’t help yourself, can you? You’re such a fucking brat.” He pulled your hips flush against his, and you bit your lip to stifle the moan making its way up your throat. He leaned in, centimeters away from your lips as he whispered, “You want to be punished, kitten, hmm? I can do that.”

You were suddenly pulled off the counter and roughly thrown over Frank’s shoulder. The swiftness in his movements made you yelp, anger coursing through your blood at his man-handling.

“Fuck you, Frank.” You gritted your teeth.

His only response was a swift slap to your backside, which was nestled directly over his shoulder.

“You can’t just throw me around like a doll!” You protested, though you did nothing to try and wiggle your way out of his grasp. The man-handling was making you a little hot and bothered, but you wouldn’t be admitting that anytime soon.

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” He grunted as he threw you down on his bed, grasping your legs and pulling you down the mattress until he was towering over you again. He brushed your hair out of your face, a gentle gesture that juxtaposed the usual ferocity of your meetings. His thumb ghosted over your bottom lip, and before you could think twice about it, you opened your mouth and began sucking on it. A grunt, a smirk, the subtle desire lurking behind his intense gaze - all of it was incredibly sensual. “Should’ve known the sweetness wouldn’t last. You’re a brat, through and through, kitten.” You replaced the sweet caress of your tongue around his finger with your teeth, softly biting down on the tip of his thumb in response.

“I like it though.” He mumbled quietly, more to himself than to you. His gaze coasted down your body, catching on the swell of your breasts and the curve of your hips. He looked back at you, having come to a silent decision. “I’m gonna give you another chance, kitten. Does that sound okay, baby, hmm? I want to make you feel good, alright? All you have to do is be good. That’s it. Can you do that for me? Can you be good for me?”

You blinked up at him, his frame so wide above you that it was almost sinful.

“I can be good for you.” You responded slowly, relinquishing your hold on his thumb. He quirked an eyebrow at you, and you quickly added, “I can be good for you, sir.”

His cheeks widened into a smirk.

“You’re already doing so well, sweetheart.” He praised, running his hands along your sides until they met the bottom of your shirt. You arched into him as he pulled the fabric over your head, relishing the gentleness of his touch while simultaneously missing the roughness from before.

He slid the tip of his tongue from your navel to the valley between your breasts, tugging on the thin material of your bra with his teeth. His breath fanned across your chest, bringing a renewed sense of urgency to your aching core.

“Frank.” You whined, pawing at his shoulders and attempting to pull him fully against you. He barely budged, instead choosing to narrow his focus onto your pebbled nipples.

“What is it, kitten, hmm?” He pressed a soft kiss to your nipple. It was through your bra, but it might as well have been to your bare breast, because the rippling heat that washed through your body elicited a breathy moan from your throat.

“I need- I mean, I want- Can you-” The warmth from his mouth around your nipple was scrambling your brain, and you couldn’t begin to function as his fingers began sliding your pants down your legs.

“You need somethin’, sweetheart?” He was teasing you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to stay silent about it.

“Quit teasing me.” You whined, and his hands halted midway down your thighs.

“You think you have any control over this right now?” He chuckled, yanking your pants down your legs in one swift motion. “I haven’t forgotten how bratty you were earlier. You keep this up and you’ll be lucky if I let you come at all, sweetheart, and it’d do you good to remember that.”

Desire sparked deep in your core at his tone, and a devilish smile made its way to your face. He eyed you warily.

“Don’t do whatever you’re thinking about doing.” He warned, returning his attention to your breasts. “Behave. Can you do that for me?”

“Can you?”

The words were out before you could stop yourself. It was just so easy to talk back to him. He brought his teeth down around your nipple, biting hard enough to bruise.

“Brat.” He grunted, pushing himself off the bed completely. You whined at the loss of contact, but it quickly turned into a moan when Frank’s rough hands flipped you onto your stomach and slapped your ass hard enough to leave a mark.

“You’ll learn to be good.” One hand held your squirming form beneath him while the other came down in another harsh slap. “I’ll fuckin’ teach you if I have to.”

You moaned, louder and louder with every slap. Sure, you were a menace to the streets of Hell’s Kitchen and, likely, Frank Castle, but you never knew being bad could feel this good. Frank hoisted you up against him, roughly pressing your back into his chest.

“You’ll submit.” He whispered, nipping at the exposed skin on your neck. “I’ll make you. I dare you to try and stop me.”

He shoved you off of him, pulling his shirt over his head as you flopped down on the mattress. You tried to crawl further up the bed, but his hand clamped around your ankle and tugged you onto your stomach again. The position gave him a perfect view of your clothed cunt, which was thoroughly soaked in its current state.

“This underwear is pretty, baby.” He mumbled, running his fingers over the damp cotton. You squirmed beneath his touch, moaning as his fingers brushed against the part of you that needed him the most. “You wear these just for me?”

“Yes, sir.” You breathed, arching your back even more to give him a better view.

“Turn over, baby.” He instructed, gently prodding at your hips. You flipped over, splaying yourself out beneath his standing form, panting. “You’re good when you want something, aren’t you?”

“Who says I want something?”

Jesus. Christ. You really couldn’t help yourself. You sighed in disbelief at your own attitude. At this rate, he’d never let you come.

“Watch it.” He brought his hand down, slapping your clothed cunt in warning. You felt yourself clench around nothing, dying to be touched by him again. “You look delicious like this, kitten. I’m dying for a taste.”

His eyes flicked up to yours in question. Even after everything, he still wanted your consent before he crossed the next line. You nodded, and then winced as his eyebrows shot into his hairline and he brought his hand down in a harsh slap, connecting with your pussy again. “Words.”

“Yes. Yes, please, sir. Please taste me.” You corrected yourself, widening your legs.

“All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” He sank to his knees, grinning. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, which surely would’ve gotten you another punishment, and tried to relax against the mattress.

“Look how pretty you are when you’re behaving.” He hummed, breath fanning over the soaked fabric. You whined as your pussy fluttered at his praise. He pressed a soft kiss to your mound, still refusing to remove the fabric simply because he knew it was driving you crazy. “You like it when I compliment you, kitten? Look at how wet you are, and I haven’t even touched you.”

“Yes, sir.” You breathed, swallowing hard. You were so turned on it was starting to hurt, but you knew if you complained he would stretch the process out even further. Instead, you leaned into the praise and hoped he’d give in soon. “I’m being good, right, sir?” You asked, legs trembling with anticipation. He kissed your mound again, eliciting a groan from deep within you.

“Yes, kitten.” He smiled against your pussy. “And good girls get rewarded. Right, baby? Hmm?”

You moaned loudly as he hummed against your wet core. “Yes! Yes, please.” You nearly screamed out.

And finally, finally, he pulled your panties down your legs, discarding them in his back pocket. He briefly sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, taking in the sight before him. You were glistening with wetness - so turned on from his words alone that you could quench his thirst for a year with the amount of arousal leaking from your cunt. He grunted, slowly remembering the game he was supposed to be playing with you.

And you tensed, noticing all of this. You may not know a lot about a lot of things, but you knew Frank Castle, and you knew how to read him. You knew exactly what he’d been thinking. For a second, you had forgotten that this was all one giant game to him. He didn’t miss the way your demeanor changed. His eyes slid to yours in question.

“What is it, honey?” He asked, voice still dripping with lust but also with genuine concern.

“I just-” You struggled to find the words, and then tried to sweep the entire interaction under the rug. You wanted his tongue on you, now.  “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Lying ain’t something good girls do.” He arched an eyebrow at you. You whined, pressing your head into the mattress.

“Is this a one time thing for you?” You asked, refusing to meet his eyes as you did so. It would be pretty embarrassing to be sent home in your current state - needy and wet - but not the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you. You would not torture yourself by watching his eyes go from lusty to their usual cold demeanor.

“What do you mean?” He asked, running his thumbs over your hip bones.

“I mean,” you huffed, sitting up on your elbows and forcing yourself to look at him, “Will you call me after this?”

Frank’s face morphed into an understanding smirk. “Are you asking me to?”

You glared at him. He pinched your sides again. You rolled your eyes. “Yes.”

“Then I’ll call.” He said, and then his tongue was swiping through your folds, and you couldn’t do anything but flop back onto the mattress again and groan.

He lapped up the arousal that had been leaking out of you since he’d arrived earlier before focusing his efforts on your clit. His tongue drew figure-eights around your clit, sending shocking waves of pleasure through your body, and when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, you were sure you’d died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so pretty.” Frank mumbled against your clit, sending a new spark of pleasure through you. “It pisses me off how pretty you are.”

“Please don’t stop.” You begged, legs shaking as you wrapped them around his head. His hand, which had been trailing closer and closer to your entrance, finally found its home, buried deep in your pussy. He pumped two fingers in and out of you, all the while sucking on your clit and going back and forth between praising and degrading you. You weren’t sure which direction was up.

“You just show up looking like a fucking goddess,” he punctuated the word with a harsh suck to your clit, “and expect me not to fuck you, princess? You’re begging to be fucked in those tight pants.”

He pumped his fingers faster and harder, sucking at your clit with more ferocity than you thought he was capable of. You were sobbing now, so close to the edge that you couldn’t stop the tears flowing down your temples and onto the comforter beneath you.

“You’re such a fucking brat sometimes, fuck.” He grunted. “But you’re so god damn pretty when you misbehave. You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”

“Frankie.” You sobbed, moaning as he sucked on your clit again.

“You wanna come, baby, hmm?” He cooed. “Only good girls get to come, kitten. You think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes! Yes, sir!” You practically screamed it, your entire body shaking with anticipation of your release. “Please let me come, sir.”

“Well, when you ask so nicely, honey.” He shrugged before attacking your clit with his tongue again.

You erupted beneath him, coming so hard your vision blacked out. You could vaguely feel Frank holding your hips in place, but your body was mostly one spark of pleasure after another. Your heart thundered in your chest, mimicking the pounding in your core. Frank squeezed your thighs hard enough to bruise, lapping up every drop of your release, but you were so far gone you barely registered it.

You eventually returned to your body - sweaty, panting, and thoroughly taken care of. Frank was smirking, pressing soft kisses into your skin.

“See what happens when you’re not a brat?” He teased, kissing the valley between your breasts. “Good girls get rewarded, and you’ve been so good for me, kitten.”

“What’s my reward?” You gasped, still a bit hazy from your orgasm.

“What do you want it to be?” He nipped at your jaw, trading between soft kisses and little bites that were sure to leave marks.

“I want to-”

His phone began ringing in his pocket, a sharp and alarming ring that startled both of you out of your hazes. He reached into his pocket and cringed when he saw who it was.

“Who is it?” You asked, curious.

He flipped the phone around for you to see, and you immediately tensed up. Motherfucking Karen Page was calling Frank, and he looked like he wanted to answer it. Your haze was gone now - long gone - and you suddenly felt like crying.

“Answer it.” You taunted, though you thought you might really start to cry if he did.

“I don’t think I’m going to.” He responded, watching you carefully.

“No, really,” you said, attempting to sit up, “She might need saving, again.”

It was a low blow, and you both knew it. It wasn’t Karen’s fault that she wasn’t skilled in hand-t0-hand combat. There was a pattern, though, and no matter how many times she got herself into trouble, Frank and/or Matt were always there to save her.

“Watch your mouth.” He blocked your attempt to sit up, shifting his weight so that he was fully hovering over you. He silenced his phone and slid it into his pocket. “You’re being a brat again.”

Hot, shameful tears welled in your eyes.

“I’m not trying to be one. This is my personality.”

“Crying after the most mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever had?”

“No.” You mumbled, though you couldn’t stop the sneaking smile from forming on your face.

“You’re pretty when you smile.” He said, peppering kisses along your jaw.

“Careful, Frank.” You murmured. “It almost sounds like you care.”

He nipped at your neck, an already sensitive area, and you groaned against him.

“I do.” He said genuinely, pulling back to make eye contact with you. “But don’t you worry your pretty little head about that right now, princess. You’re about to be so cockdrunk that you won’t be able to see straight for a week.” Your pussy clenched as he grinded against you, the denim of his jeans rubbing against your sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your stomach for what felt like the millionth time that night.

“What about my reward?” You hummed, wiping stray tears away. “I still get that, right?”

“How could I forget?” He mumbled, nipping at the marked skin around your breasts. “Princess wants her reward. What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want to suck your cock.” You said, straight-faced and innocent, blinking up at him with such softness that he looked on the verge of tears. “Sorry.” You mumbled, correcting yourself before he could, “I want to suck your cock, sir.”

“You’re a fucking angel.” He grunted, pushing himself off the bed and into a standing position again. You followed, reaching for his jeans. He grabbed your hands, briefly stopping them from tearing his jeans off.

“Are you sure you want this, princess? A reward is supposed to be about you.”

You sort of liked the way he called you princess now. Before, when it had been fist fights and anger, it sounded like an insult. But now, the gentle cadence he said it with made your heart clench in your chest.

“I want to.” You nodded, and smiled up at him. “Can I, please?”

He undid his belt with one hand, bringing the other up to cradle your jaw. His hand was massive on your face and neck, a reminder of how insanely large the man standing in front of you was.

“When you look at me like that,” he started, biting his lower lip and slightly shaking his head, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was saying, “I forget how fucking bratty you are. I just want to corrupt the innocent little smile of yours.”

“I come pre-corrupted.” You grinned, the feline smile returning to your face as you looked up at him. “But you’re more than welcome to try.”

You tugged at his boxers, revealing his achingly hard cock. Sucking in a breath, you tried to imagine all of it fitting inside you as he stepped out of the boxers. Your mouth watered when he stroked himself a few times, smearing the precum across the tip of his dick.

“You realize I can’t let another man touch you after this, right?” He asked, eyeing the way your tongue slid across your bottom lip. He shrugged. “You’ll never want another man, anyways.”

“You sound so sure of that.” You murmured, not fully comprehending the words coming out of your mouth. You flicked your eyes up, briefly meeting his gaze before returning to the matter at hand.

“That sort of sounds like that attitude that keeps getting you in trouble, princess.” He raised his eyebrows at you. You quickly rewound the conversation, blinking out of your cock-drunk haze.

“No. No, sir.” You shook your head, desperate to get your mouth on him. “Can I? Please?”

“That’s what I thought, baby.” He murmured, tucking your hair behind your ears. His hands traveled around your head, pulling your hair into a ponytail at the base of your neck. You slid off the end of the bed, sinking to your knees in front of him. “Go ahead, sweet girl.”

You wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and kissed the tip. He let out a slow breath as you grew bolder with your mouth. His salty pre-cum smeared across your lips, and you couldn’t stop yourself from dragging your tongue through it. He groaned, tightening his hold on your hair.

“I want you to fuck my throat, sir.” You murmured, looking up at him.

“You keep looking at me like that, I ain’t fuckin’ anything. Those fuckin’ eyes of yours are gonna be the death of me.”

“Didn’t realize you were so quick to-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” He warned, arching an eyebrow at you. You grinned, stifling a giggle before wrapping your lips around him again. You pushed your head further and further down his cock, hollowing your cheeks and sucking as you went. When your nose brushed against his pubic bone, he let out a stunted moan, slightly thrusting into your throat.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you bobbed your head up and down with more fervor, begging him to fuck your mouth harder and faster.

“You look, fuck-” He couldn’t stop himself from groaning, which spurred your movements on even more. “You look fucking amazing like this, princess.”

You hummed with acknowledgment, hoping it was enough for him to keep thrusting into your throat. Tears freely streamed down your cheeks, surely smudging the eye makeup you’d put on before you left your apartment earlier that night, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Frank Castle was sliding his dick down your throat, and you were so turned on you could probably come just thinking about it.

Frank suddenly pulled out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting your lips to him as he panted. “‘m gonna come if you keep doing that.” He explained when he noticed your furrowed eyebrows.

“Want it.” You breathed, reaching for him again. He instead pulled you to your feet in front of him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Another time, princess. The first time you make me come, I want it to be in your sweet little pussy.” He winked. “But don’t think I haven’t noticed how good you’re being.”

He pulled you into a kiss, sweeping his tongue into your mouth. You groaned at both the praise and the intensity in which he kissed you. Both set your insides on fire. He led you backwards until your legs hit the bed, and you couldn't help but nip at his bottom lip when he tried to pull his head back.

“Good girls don’t do that.” He smirked, pushing you lightly so that you’d flop onto the bed again. He ran a hand over your cheek, smudging your makeup even more before running two fingers along your bottom lip. You caught on, slowly wrapping your lips around his fingers and lightly sucking. “You’re not good, though, are you, princess?”

You shook your head. His eyes had darkened again, sending a familiar pounding to your core. Your legs trembled as he began to inch his fingers in and out of your mouth.

“You can be.” His voice had lowered considerably, barely above a raspy whisper. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me, princess. I won’t tell anyone.”

You whimpered, sliding your tongue around his fingers. Your skin was on fire, and the longer he stood there staring at you with those lusty eyes, the wetter you became.

“Can I fuck you now, princess?” He asked, transfixed on the fingers he was sliding in and out of your mouth. “You gonna be a good girl and let me ruin you?”

He pulled his fingers from between your lips, gripping your jaw tightly. He watched you, waiting for a response. You almost nodded, making the same mistake you’d made countless times already, but caught yourself at the last second.

“Yes.” You said, swallowing. “Yes, sir.”

“Lay back, princess. I’ll take good care of you.”

You laid back and widened your legs for him, noticing the twinkle in his eyes as you complied with his demand. If you were in your right mind, you might’ve said something witty or bratty to him about it, but he was towering over you, cock hard and ready to fuck you into oblivion, and you wanted him so badly. You groaned when he began running his fingers through your slick folds, already trembling.

“This all for me?” He asked, circling your clit once, twice.

You nodded, forgetting yourself for a moment, and yelped when his hand smacked your bare pussy. It didn’t hurt. In fact, you felt your pussy spasm in response, but you’d been so lost in how great his touch felt that you hadn’t realized you’d broken a rule.

“This all for me?” He asked again, rubbing your clit roughly with the heel of his hand.

“Yes! Yes, sir!” You whimpered, legs trembling when you felt the heavy weight of his cock resting on your pussy. He used it to slap the slickness a few times, eliciting a whine from deep in your chest. If he didn’t fuck you soon, you might actually die.

“Who does this belong to, baby? Whose sweet pussy is this?” He asked, smacking your pussy with his cock again.

You froze, knowing the answer he was looking for, but wondering if you wanted to lower yourself to that level. It was vulnerable to give yourself over to Frank this way, but it also wasn’t as terrifying as you thought it would be.

“Say it.” He encouraged, sliding his cock through your slick folds. “Submit, princess. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Is that a promise?” You taunted, trying not to groan at the friction against your clit.

“Quit being a fucking brat.” He grunted, lining himself up with your entrance. “Say it.”

“Yours. It’s yours, sir.” You whispered, and he buried himself deep inside you.

All the gentleness you’d experienced leading up to that moment was gone, and you couldn’t do anything but cling to Frank’s shoulders as he obliterated you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, sweetheart.” He hovered over you, kissing, sucking, and nipping at every inch of skin he could reach. He was marking you everywhere - you didn’t miss the implications of that - and barreling into you over and over again.

“Say it again, baby.” He whimpered in your ear, the closest you’d ever come to hearing Frank beg. “Who does this sweet pussy belong to?”

“You, sir. It’s all yours.” You replied instantly, whining as he angled himself and pistoned deeper into you. You could barely think straight, only aware of where your skin ended and Frank’s began. “Fuck, Frank. Sir. I’m fu-” You panted, whimpering, “I’m close. ‘m gonna-”

“You look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” He murmured, ghosting his lips over your jaw as he pressed kisses to and nipped at your throat. “Cock drunk and needy. You’re so fucking pretty.”

“Sir, can I-” You shuttered when you felt his hand on your clit again, teasing it with rough, slow circles. “Oh, fuck.”

“You’ve got such a dirty mouth, baby.” He grinned, skimming his teeth along your jawline. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He punctuated the word ‘crazy’ with a deep thrust, pressing against the spongy spot deep inside you that would send you reeling. You whined, squeezing your eyes shut as you trembled around him. Tears cascaded down your cheeks, a sight he never wanted to stop seeing.

“You wanna come, princess?” He cooed, biting the sensitive skin on your throat and kissing the sting away.

“Please.” You gasped. It was the only thing you were capable of saying. You barely registered that you’d forgotten to call him sir, but he was so transfixed with the sounds you were making that he didn’t mention it.

“Princess gets what princess wants.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you steady as he pistoned into you at an indescribable pace. You fell apart beneath him for the second time that night, arching and panting and whining as you fluttered around him. He attacked your throat, jaw, and lips with kisses, licking and nipping at your skin.

“That’s it, baby.” He talked you through the overwhelming pleasure, holding you tightly against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. “You were such a good girl, honey. You did so good.”

You whined, fluttering around him at the praise. “I want another reward.”

In any other circumstance, your demand would’ve pissed Frank off, but you just looked so pretty underneath him. “Oh, is that so?” He asked, eyebrows raising. Amusement rang in his tone, and it emboldened you to keep speaking.

“Yeah.” You gulped, still shaking from your orgasm. “I already know what I want.”

“You’re sounding more and more like the brat I just fucked silly.” He said, gently thrusting into you. “Spit it out, baby. What do you want?”

You swallowed, smiling a little. “I want you to fill me up, sir.”

He paused, pressing his forehead to your shoulder and huffing a laugh. His warm breath sent goosebumps skittering across your skin. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.” He mumbled, kissing you sweetly.

“I was good, wasn’t I?” You feigned innocence, knowing it would send him closer to his relief. “And good girls get rewarded?”

“Yeah, baby.” He nodded, picking up the pace of his thrusts again. “Good girls get rewarded, and you were the best girl, baby.” He leaned into your hold, lips ghosting over the crest of your ear as he whispered, “I’m gonna fill you up, baby, and you’re going to walk around dripping into your pretty little panties all day tomorrow.”

You eagerly nodded, agreeing with him, and whimpered when he began thrusting into you at a relentless pace. You arched into him, nipping at his throat hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re perfect, baby.” He breathed. “Even when you’re being a brat. Wouldn’t have you any other way.”

His thrusts grew sloppier, his breaths coming in short, stunted grunts as he finally let himself go. His heart thundered in his chest, and you clung to him, kissing across the broad expanse of his body until he nearly fell on top of you in trembles.

You cradled his head against your chest, breathing in unison with him. At some point, his arms had wound around you, which meant you were now wrapped in each other’s arms, limbs tangled together as both of you came down from your highs.

“Holy shit.” Frank said, chuckling. “That is not what I was expecting when you called.”

“You gonna kick me out now?” You asked, half-joking. He tensed against you, lifting his eyes to meet yours.

“Don’t be a brat.” He nipped at your skin. “I’m not kicking you out, unless you want to leave.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, sighing deeply. “Of course I want you to stay. I’m a fuckin’ gentleman, kitten.”

You scoffed, though you could feel yourself hiding a smile. “Whoever told you that clearly hasn’t heard you in the bedroom.”

He scoffed in mock-offense. “Are you saying you didn’t have a perfectly nice time just now?”

“I did.” You grinned. “I’m…sorry I said you weren’t good in the sack.”

He looked up, stunned. “Did the Black Cat just apologize? To me?”

You rolled your eyes, huffing. “Yeah, but no one would believe you if you told them.”

“I’m not sure that’s enough, princess.”

You scoffed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think you need to admit to me that I’m incredible in bed and that you were wrong.” He was grinning so wide you had to resist the urge to punch him in his stupid, handsome mouth.

“I’m not doing that.” You shook your head, stifling a laugh.

“Do it.” He murmured, nodding.

“I refuse.”

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

You were both grinning at each other now.

“You’re such a brat.” He said.

“That’s what got us into this mess.” You countered.

“Just say it, princess. For me?” He pleaded. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

“Fine.” You gave in, rolling your eyes. “Frank Castle, you’re a sex God!”

He chuckled, pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Good girl.” He praised, kissing you softly.

“Do I get a reward?” You arched an eyebrow at him, smirking.

He smirked back, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Oh yeah, princess. Good girls get rewarded, remember?”

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[stil-lindigo]

finally.

[hipsterfrankcastle]

what if we brought back the entire kastle fandom. just kidding haha! unless......

[earthsbestdefnder]

I’ll never let you go

[morning-moonstruck]

What’s funny is that Frank calls Karen “all heart,” all teasing-like, “you still all heart?” as if that’s not the exact same damn thing that he is, Frank, you absolute fool.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 7

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Matt Murdock from Marvel's Daredevil Bottom Gif: Will Byers from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 17-18 age range | Female

Characters mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Curt Hoyle (MCU) Dinah Madani (MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Will Byers (ST), Jonathan Byers (Breifly, ST) Jim Hopper (ST)

A/n: with a heavy heart I say Billy Hargrove was not talked about today :(

Warnings: none? Surprisingly. But shits about to get real next part 😈

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So you introduced Steve to the group

He was terrified to meet Matt

And stuck his hand out introducing himself

"Did he stick his hand out?" Matt asked.

"Yeah." Y/n spoke as Matt laughed, "Your hand gonna have to fine mine, Mr.Harrington. I'm blind."

Oh s h i t

Steve already feels that he fucked up as They shake hands

"You're the one Y/n writes about." Matt smiled, "nice to meet you. Though her brail could use some work."

"Haha." Y/n laugh sarcastically.

"Seems it's hard for her to swallow." Matt spoke leaning into Steve, "means it's true."

Y/n rolled her eyes as Steve laughed shortly.

You introduce him to everyone else as well

He fears Karen.

Mostly because she was talking about Pistols and calibers with Frank before Y/n introduced him.

Karen's happy to meet him, but he's still terrified.

You guys like your weapons

Gun background made sense with Frank being in the service

totally wasn't because of all the Punisher and Daredevil stuff

That I might add has been kept a secret besides Billy and Max

props to them for keeping silent too

Anyways so now you Peter and Steve are playing with Legos in the living room on the floor while you make small discussion with Matt and Madani

"Lego Steve." Y/n smiled handing Steve the little Lego man.

He chuckled, "Lego Steve indeed. Love the hair."

Y/n smiled, "I bet you do."

Not peter gagging in the background

"Oh yeah parker?"

"Yeah- Lets go!"

"Alright let's go!"

One intense game of rock paper sisscors later and him winning and you "dead on the floor"

"As a win. Im taking that last muffin"

"Oh like hell you are!"

Pushing each other for the last Muffin as you both pull each other down constantly.

"Come here Mr.Harrington." Matt spoke, "Lets speak outside?"

"Uh. Sure." Steve spoke standing up, "Do you-"

"Need help? No." Matt smiled, "I've mapped out the house by now by wall. Glad there aren't stairs inside."

Steve followed Matt who felt along the wall till they were outside.

"Matt, Don't scare the kid." Karen spoke.

"It'll just be a little." Matt explained as he walked out the door.

"If he cant survive Matts talk he's sure not surving Franks." Madani pointed out, Frank sliding her a glass of water.

"We'll think of you foundly." Curt spoke taking a drink of his own water, "and often."

Steve gulped as he walked out the door, it closing behind him.

"Mr.Murdock-"

"Matts fine." He spoke.

"R.right." Steve agreed, "Steve will be fine then."

"Very well then." Matt told, sitting down on the small patio bench, "sit. Sit."

Steve took the seat next to him, "You're very special to Y/n, do you know that?"

"I'd very much hope so sir." Steve spoke, "She means much to me."

Matt smiled in Steve's general direction.

"You've been in her room."

"What!?" Steve spoke, "No. No!-"

"Your hair product has a very...recognizable scent," Matt answered with honesty, "You and one other guy,"

"Oh. Him?" Steve asked, "Y/n said Thor was over- you know, friends with an Avenger, just common New York...stuff..."

Matt nodded, he could sense the shift in Steve's mood: "That makes you jealous."

"What!?" Steve spoke, "Pfft, no...Okay a little- Y/n said you were smart."

Matt chuckled, "lets just say the whole think about being Blind and your other senses heightening is true."

Steve smiled in response, not that Matt could see.

"Anyhow." Matt starts, "I'm not asking you to taks care of her, or provide for her. Im asking you to be there maybe you can't physically because somethings come up with family, or your locked away, what ever it be I ask you to be there for her mentally, for her worst and her best."

"I'd love to be there for her. In anyway I can." Steve spilled out, "as cliché as it sounds I'd do anything for her."

Matt smiles once again: "good. Because My Y/n's been through quiet a bit. She's a good kid, she has a big heart."

"And Im very glad I get to see that side of her." Steve told.

"Good."

Dad talk from Matt? Slightly terrifying

But it makes sense, with how close they are

So Steve's determined to impress him.

Along with everyone else who came to visit

Him and Matt make small talk on the porch, Matt wants to know this guys

He also jokes about not getting him and Y/n in trouble, for you know sneaking into Y/n's room?

Yeah lets hope Frank doesnt know about that

Sooner or later though, you're outside whining to both them to come back in

"Aw. Did I take your boyfriend away for too long?" Matt teased but Y/n was silent, a flustered expression held on her face, Steve hadnt expilcitly asked to be her boyfriend.

"Uh...just...lunch. if you want any..."

You brought them inside where everyone was having lunch.

Except Steve pulled you outside

"You okay?" He asked, "You looked nervous."

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n spoke.

"Hey." He stopped her, "you can tell me."

Y/n was silent for a moment "...My...Boyfriend."

"Yeah." Steve smiled small, "do you like that? I..certainly don't mind it at all. Comin' from you and all... I suppose I should have asked you to be my girlfriend before I kissed you...all those times...Officially and all. So. What do you say? Me and you? You and I?"

Y/n chuckled, "Yeah. Yeah I would enjoy that. Alot..."

Steve's smile grew, "Well then. We kiss you know. Make it completely offical."

You could only laugh and kiss him.

Thank god for blinds or Frank probably would of pulled you apart

But soon you two both go back inside and you all eat lunch together

You Peter and Steve basically squared off the end of the table as a kids table.

Then the phone rings

And Frank stays on the phone

"Y/n." Matt leaned over, "listen. See who's on the phone. Call it seeing how far your skills have come."

Y/n nodded looking down at her plate in silence and closing her eyes.

"What is she-"

Matt lifted a finger to his lips the small group of boys going quiet as they watched Y/n.

"Its Joyce Byers." Y/n responded opening her eyes and eating her food again and taking a drink of water.

"Joyce Byers?" Steve asked, "Johnathan's mom?"

"Who's Joycer Byers?" Peter asked.

"Wait Johnathan? The guy I sit with at Lunch?"

"You sit with him at lunch?" Steve argued.

"Yeah whats wrong with that?" Y/n asked.

"Just uh." Steve spoke, "Rather you sit with me. Ya know?"

"Who's Joyce Byers?" Peter asked, "I litterally have no idea who Joyce Byers is."

"It's Frank's friend." Y/n spoke louder catching the others attention.

"Castle? With Friends?" Madani spoke, "Not possible."

"Yep. She stayed over and everything." Y/n added.

"Y/n I swear-"

"He was even nice enough to-"

"Im throwing you in the lake."

"Like you could catch me- OH SHIT"

So lunch is actually spent with you two running around.

He ends up catching you as they all watch from the Back porch.

"Okay! Okay Uncle!" Y/n pleaded.

"Nope."

"What!? Come on! I said I Uncle!"

So now your being thrown in the lake.

Peter goes to get you a towel

Just for you to drag him in and act like Peter got the upper hand

Steve will save you! He'll be your knight and shining armour

Just for him to be pulled into the lake.

"Alright fuck it." Madani spoke pulling off her shoes as she walks towards the lake.

"Yeah Im comin." Curt spoke pulling his coat off.

"Wait for me." Karen added.

Cue heart to heart with your two dads

Matts so happy to see you enjoying a normal life and so is Frank

But deep down Frank knows you miss New York

And Matt tells him you'll never stop missing New York its just something you'll always have in your heart

Apparently you guys were all having a water and mud fights for such a long time that Joyce even got off work to come over and say Hi as Frank had recommended.

Joyce gets to meet Matt. And her sons with her, had to pick him up from a friends

Will's a quiet one who rather much just wave silently and is more intrested in watching you pick up a "grown" man aka steve and easily toss him over your shoulder into the lake

And then wreslting to stay above Curt while Peter comes up behind you

"Dad! Dad!"

"Y/n. No- Y/N NO!l"

Now your chasing Frank around covered in mud and lake water.

You manage to jump on his back hugging him.

"Ah! Alright Alright!" He laughed Y/n smiling as she laughed as she hugged him he holding the back of her knees as he brought her back to the back.

"Means I can do this-"

"No! No! No!"

It was too late he had rushed and thrown her back into the lake.

It was a good day and you all went out for Pizza near the hotel the group was staying at.

Thats where you got to talk to Joyce and Will more.

Will was alot more open to you

He thinks your "werid" like him, in a good way of course

You just understand him more than his own friends does he feels like

And talking about how you like dressing up for Halloween

Not no witch either or black cat

Actual "nerd" coustumes

"You should go trick or treating with us." Will suggested.

"Oh. Sorry bud. Im going with the wheeler kid-"

"Mike?"

"Yeah, you know them?"

"There my friends!" He cheered.

"Really?" Y/n asked, "Thats cool! I'd love to go with you all together then."

"Have you ever played D&D?"

"No. What is it?"

"Duegons and Dragons?"

"Im up for anything if it has a good dragon in it." Y/n answered.

You're offically Will's best friend

Well Female Older Teen Best Friend

We all know you cant replace Mike

So you two talk back and forth, he's telling you about Ghost Busters and D&D and your talking about New York and Heros

You actually show him your shoes they've wore out but the faint paint of the Punisher's Skulls covers your soles.

He thinks there super cool and says hes somewhat of an artist himself

Then you guys play tik tac toe on a napkin

Joyce is glad he gets along with you

Apparently Will doesnt get along with a lot of people

He told you they call him Zombie boy

You use it as a compliment to try and make him laugh

"Oh! Dead Im dead!" Y/n spoke theratically then slumped back in her chair, "Surpise! I've come back for my sweet revenge!! Raaa!"

He laughs and you tell him you have his back, after all you tell him you were bullied as well and look how badass you are

You also tell him you've got his back if he ever needs it

You werent expecting The Sinclairs to be there

So when Lucas came running up to Will happily from the little arcade section you were introduced

He was a sweet boy and was almost unbelieving that girls could be nerds

So he was happy another nerd was joining the party

Yet he didnt know about you Joining D&D that has to be a group decision

Whatever that means

But its a small town

So here comes Cheif Hopper

"Tension..." Karen mummbled to Y/n.

"Yeah no kidding." Y/n answered eating a cheese twist.

So you watched as Hopper tried to Size Frank up

But it didnt work much as you know

Frank just stood up to shake his hand and well the tension got worse

Luckily the tension Hoppers giving off gives you the ability to just burry youself in your milkshake

Because remember you totally didnt get pulled over by him with a whole bunch of aliens in your car

"Lets get out of here and too the arcade." Y/n whispered to will, "I got a 5 we can turn into quaters."

Will nodded quickly as the two got up, Y/n kissing Steve on the cheek beforr rushing off with Will to escape the akwardness

On the few machine's they had you won him a little stuff animal, the one you clip on your bags

You didnt expect him to like it as much as he did.

He beat you in street fighter 3-1.

Your pride is in shambles but oh well, you made a kid happy

Both unfortunately and fortunately enough, everyones gotta go there seperate ways

You all say your goodbyes and you promise you'll Call Matt tommrow maybe you both can do something he can meet another on of your friends

After all you had to go see if someone followed through and that threat you made *cough* neil *cough* and see that he was in jail

Your glad things are starting to finall Mellow out for you

You have a nice boyfriend, your dad has a great girlfriend and she has a sweet kid with an old soul , you're families here, You protected your best friend and his sister

What could go wrong?

Well. Alot actually

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[leviathanspain]

this heart beats only for you

former matt murdock x reader, frank castle x reader, matt murdock x karen page

synopsis: your ex boyfriend cannot take your rejection after you had to face his

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you and matt murdock had a long history. one that took you back to childhood even. but it would be too much on reminisce on now.

matt was never the jealous type but everytime you’d flirt with someone, he would lose it. college had been a rough time for him to not be jealous, not when you were getting attention from everyone left and right, and sometimes you’d leave him out in the cold.

“y/n.” he called you to the library one night. sitting down in front of him, you twiddled your thumbs, nervous at his asking. he had been distant for almost a week, he had chosen to branch out and had found a new friend in a guy named foggy. you had yet to be introduced but you’d seen him and matt together around campus more than you saw matt by himself.

“i love you. and i’ve always loved you, and seeing you with other people it’s- it’s been killing me.” matt forced the words out. you were in shock, but you leaned forward and kissed him, “about time, murdock.”

that had been years ago.

“y/n! i need your help!” matt called from his office. setting your paperwork down in your office, you sighed, fixing your skirt as you stood up to tread over to his office.

you knocked on the door, “what’s up?” you weren’t bothered by his asking for help but you had been passive aggressive to him all week ever since they had hired karen page to be the office secretary and matt had been paying more attention to her than you.

you tried to understand. you and matt had been together for years, you’d understand if he wanted to try something new or if he was just tired of you, but your love for him wasn’t swelling up your heart anymore. you even stopped going over to his apartment, moving out and getting your own even after years of living together.

you didn’t really have a good excuse other than ‘i need my space’ and it hurt matt, he was upset for weeks. but now it was your turn to be upset.

“i want to buy a new chair and desk for karen, but i don’t know what to get her.” he motioned for you to step into the office, pointing to the chair in front of him.

you pursed your lips, “and why is it you want to buy it for her? you don’t even pay her.”

matt shrugged, “because i like her.”

his blatant honesty made you nod, aware that he couldn’t see you nod, you clicked your tongue, “im heading home early.” you stood up without another word, collecting some of your belongings from your office, you bid foggy a goodbye and shut the door, closing yourself off to matt murdock.

that had been almost a year ago.

now in present day, you were snuggled into the side of your supposed-to-be-dead boyfriend. his stubble had been scratching at you all night and so you were tossing and turning on the bed.

as you turned to the other side, you screamed, a figure was currently breaking into your apartment. he was agile but he still stumbled back on the furniture near the window. almost as if he couldn’t see..

“frank!” you shook frank awake and he gasped as he opened his eyes. without even blinking, he pulled a gun out from under his pillow and cocked it.

“where?” he gruffed. his eyes were wild and murderous. your heartbeat was ramming in your chest as you pointed to the figure that just stood at the other end of your apartment. he was walking towards the two of you and frank held his gun up, standing up to face the figure.

you had been aware of franks past. he had mentioned nearly everything and you didn’t care that he was the most brutal, violent killer that roamed freely in new york. he was still your baby in your eyes.

“red. what in the fuck are you doing here?” frank spoke after a quick realization. “do you know what time it is? especially for you to be breaking into a place that, hell, ain’t even mine?” frank seemed too nonchalant for you, and you worried.

stepping up from the bed, you ran to franks side and you hid slightly before your eyes took in the figure before you.

“matt?” you questioned after you saw him closely.

“wait- you know red?” frank turned around to you and you nodded, “yeah. matt and i, he used to be my neighbor.”

matt snapped out of his daze of hearing your voice for the first time in a year and shook his head, “we dated for six years. id say that was more than just neighbors.”

frank looked at you with raised eyebrows, you closed your eyes and took the gun from him, “go back to bed. we can talk about this in the morning.”

frank nodded, “alright. but just holler if he tries any shit.” he gave matt another look before shuffling off to your bed.

“what are you doing here? you think this is okay? i could have you arrested!” you tried to whisper quietly as frank had been snoring now.

matt took his mask off and you sighed, “and you’re the devil of hell’s kitchen? really?”

matt looked at you and laughed, “don’t talk to me like that when you’re sleeping with a murderous marine in your bed. he’s killed so many people…”

you shrugged, “we’ve all made our bad decisions. i need you to leave.”

“no. i needed to know why,” he paused, collecting what he wanted to say, “why did you leave? and why does your heart beat for him?”

you paused, “what? what about my heart beat?”

matt grimaced, “it beats like you’re in love with him.”

you crossed your arms, nervous at his observation. you looked back at the bed and shrugged, “maybe i am.”

matt’s voice quivered now slightly, “it never beat like that for me.”

the silence after was unbearable. you sobbed quietly, stepping away from matt.

“you really have the audacity to come to my apartment in the middle of the night, demand to know why i left you and now get sad that im more in love with someone else than i ever was with you?” you wiped your tears, laughing slightly.

matt didn’t like how bad it made him look, how everything put together really made him the bad guy. in his mind, he was in the right for being angry at you for leaving.

“you loved karen more than me!” you threw your hands up in frustration, “i never stood a chance next to her, matt. you’re only here because karen didn’t want you.” you hated to be so mean to him, to tell him the truth but considering the situation, it was more than necessary.

you felt a familiar set of hands embrace you. franks scent overwhelmed you and you turned into his hug, sobbing into his chest.

“get out, red. before we both do something we’ll regret.” frank gruffed out, his hands caressing you as you cried.

“come on, baby.” he tried to soothe you. “let’s go back to bed.”

matt had stepped out onto the fire escape and watched as you and frank returned to bed. he also saw the longing feeling of you reaching out for frank, and before he left, he could hear the loud thumping of your heart beating only for frank.

[ladyofanothergalaxy]

The Punisher Watching Experience:

*Every time the Lieberman Family showed up onscreen*

K cool, but where’s Karen???

[seancefemme]

I am seriously obssessed with your fratt fanarts, it makes me wonder... do you care to share your fratt fic recs?

aw ty!

as for fic recs....well you see i have too many beloved mutuals i refuse to embarrass myself in front of…..but here’s a couple of my favs that I remember under the cut :)

Heed the tags on the actual fics pls <3

Just Because You Can by serpentinefiend (one of my absolute favourites, Karen recruits the Defenders + Frank to find Matt after Midland Circle, but what she doesn’t know is that Frank and Matt were slowly becoming close just before, the tension is SO good, I LOVElovelove how Frank is written in this fic, frank has a dog :(((( also love how Jess and Frank’s interactions are written, chapters alternate between before Midland Circle and after :((( SO sad, made me cry a couple times ngl, *slaps frank* you would not believe the amount of emotional trauma we can put this guy through)

protect what I found by allofuswithwings (matt takes a grenade for Frank so Frank has to play nurse for a couple weeks out in a cabin in the woods)

one bad day by a_platypus  (season 3 rewrite now featuring frank castle, also featuring an angry at god and everyone season 3 matt, LOVE this one cause of the shenanigans…matt and frank wrestling/destroying the Liebermans kitchen in the middle of the night, matt having to be the getaway driver (no frank I CANNOT drive ‘well would you rather shoot at the people after us huh???’) matt happily eating breakfast while sarah and frank look in horror at the front page photo of the punisher and daredevil making out)

like a crateful of grenades by luulapants (fake-dating, I’m not familiar with the avengers at all but matt and frank are so funny in this one and the miscommunication is so good, Matt’s like whatever ill just tell the avengers im dating the punisher so they leave me alone….SHIT why is he so good at this, and Frank’s like I got the stupid fuckin nice apartment and bed for YOU, featuring matt telling frank that elektra pegged him <3)

only fools by sk8erboi_npc (Matt takes a half-dead Frank back to his apartment instead of handing him over to the police after the graveyard scene….oh and then Frank goes to the gala with Matt instead ;) 

murdock wins by tulikettu (uhhh matt owns a boxing gym and frank’s a boxer AU, idk i like it when people write frank as an awkward and earnest gentleman…and matt as a whore :))

buzz by tulikettu (matt gives frank a haircut, nothing more :)))))

the good side of you by jayyxx (oh look its another fic where matt gets seriously injured and frank takes care of him <3)

muscle memory by roipecheur (in desperation matt kills someone to save frank and himself….problem is that when he wakes up he doesn’t remember. Frank tries to keep the truth from him as long as possible)

double vision by roipecheur (matt and frank meet their au selves, nothing irritates them more than someone who knows them too well,,,and those someones are well…somewhat healthier versions of themselves)

twenty questions by roipecheur (frank gets kidnapped so leo and zach track down dd to help save him, featuring all my fav side characters; elektra, curtis, and the liebermans :)

the heart that bleeds for the unworthy + the unworthy by thesecretdetectivecollection (oh look another graveyard scene rewrite my beloved, a panicked matt tries to drag a half-dead and delirious Frank to the church and then to his apartment and then their slow burn goes on from there, the dialogue and matt’s internal monologue are written really well imo)

Bang. Bang. by wobuzhidao322 (alternate meeting, the punisher bleeding out on some blind lawyers roof lol)

i have never once in my life been asked for fic recs so idk the etiquette but yeah…here’s some i think about a lot

[findingblissinignorance]

It wasn’t a surprise, after everything, that Anvil had to resort to using temporary offices; not really. What was surprising was that they were even still in business. Even more surprising, was how they connected with the story she was already looking into and how everything lined up and pointed to Frank Castle being in danger.

Frank Castle had looked after her so many times now, the least she could do was to look after him.

[peterjakes]

Frank x Karen Fic - 'if you talk enough sense, then you’ll lose your mind’

Karen Page hadn’t seen Frank Castle in a long time. But he’s back in New York and can’t keep away from Karen for too long. They find each other, like they always do. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t painful.

so I finally got round to watching the punisher and omg these two basically killed me. their chemistry is literally ridiculous and their storyline in daredevil s2 is basically my fave part. im not sure if we’re gonna see karen and frank on screen again (I really hope so), but I felt compelled to write something about the two. enjoy! x

also posted on ao3; https://archiveofourown.org/works/37369096

Karen Page hadn’t seen Frank Castle in a long time. Not that she hadn’t thought about him, of course she had. That face, the torture, the pain that all came with it, she’d thought of that often. She missed him, even if she couldn’t quite admit that to herself or even to Frank. Enough time had passed for things to have changed, maybe a little too much. The Karen he knew when they first met in that hospital room, she’d disappeared, she’d gone. Karen wasn’t sure how much Frank had changed since then. Their last meeting, again in a hospital room, it had been painful. Every time they walked away from each other, it got harder and harder. Each time, the knife went deeper and deeper. That pain, that kind of pain was bad, is bad. But it was worth it, just for those flickers of moments. Everything with Frank seemed painful. But that didn’t stop the yearning from Karen. She was almost compelled to imagine where he was, what he was doing, even if it did hurt. She couldn’t help herself.

Frank had thought of Karen too. After everything that had happened; after Billy, after Amy, after John Pilgrim, Karen invaded his brain more often than not. He’d hope she was safe, hoped she was happy. It’s what she deserved, more than anything, more than anyone. Karen had already been through enough. She deserved…she deserved better. Better than Frank.

Frank had been back in New York properly for a few months now but hadn’t taken the leap to find her yet. He’d seen her promotion in the paper one day, a soft smile couldn’t help but appear from his mouth. He felt proud. There was a photo, Karen standing beside Murdock and Nelson, their arms around each other, smiling brightly. She was still wearing those pencil skirts she adorned so much, but something felt different. It had been a long time. He was still in awe with her, how she could be so determined, so strong, so wilful.

But this Karen, she looked genuinely happy. She must be happy, happier than she had been. Those conversations of loneliness they had once, that had stuck in Frank’s mind. Maybe she wasn’t lonely anymore, maybe she’d moved passed that, maybe she didn’t need him. He couldn’t save her forever.

Frank was ashamed to admit he hadn’t come back to New York just for Karen. He’d had business, big business. But that business was done. He was Pete once again. Pete Castiglione. Pete, the widower, who lived alone and spent his time drinking coffee in his local diner. Pete, who no matter how much he tried, always ended up back in something. He just couldn’t escape it, not that he exactly wanted to. It just wasn’t who he was. He was ‘The Punisher’ after all, or whatever people were calling him these days. But for Karen, he was just Frank. He’d always be just Frank. And for Karen, maybe, just maybe, things could get better. Things could be better.

The last time they’d met, the last time they’d lost each other, both assumed it may be the final time. Frank had told Karen to walk away, to walk away from him. He thought he could never give her what she truly wanted, no matter how much he desperately wanted it too. Maybe he couldn’t, not then, maybe he was lying to himself. But now…well, things were different. Frank was sure of that and there was no point denying it any longer. Enough time had passed, Frank wanted to accept it now. He had to. Karen was all he had left, and even then, he didn’t truly have her.

One afternoon, after much contemplation, Frank had started walking. He wasn’t sure exactly where he wanted to head, but his feet seemed to know what direction he needed to go in. As usual since arriving back in New York, he’d donned mainly inconspicuous clothing. Not wanting to be noticed, but not wanting to seem like he was hiding something. He was just part of the crowd.

Her apartment widow was slightly ajar, indicating her presence there. Flowers in a clear vase were the only thing Frank could clearly see from the other side of the sidewalk. Peonies. He’d smiled at this, unsure why it had made him so happy. It was if there was still something, something there. Pondering for a moment, Frank wasn’t sure what his next move would be. He hadn’t planned on ending up there, on that street. But he somehow knew he’d eventually have to go; he couldn’t wait much longer. And he didn’t want to, he couldn’t. Not anymore.

The sharp chill of the Autumn breeze brought Frank back to reality. He couldn’t stand outside her apartment forever. And somehow, he knew he didn’t need to. She was here, he knew that at least. And that was enough for now.

Carrying on pass her apartment building, Frank soon found himself in the direction of Murdock’s office. Technically it wasn’t just his office now. Walking up to the front door, Frank was greeted by the newly painted sign. Nelson and Murdock and Page. There it was. The sign wasn’t the largest in the world, but it was enough. Enough for everyone to see. The street was relatively busy, so Frank didn’t stay long. He didn’t need to.

Karen had been thinking about Frank more recently. She wondered what he was doing, whether he had found some kind of peace or closure. She wasn’t sure if anyone could completely, she knew she hadn’t, not quite yet. Thoughts of Frank often plagued her mind, even when she didn’t want them to. Even when she had tried to make some kind of a life without him. And it hadn’t been bad, not by a long shot. After everything, after all the pain, the angst, she had finally gotten to a place in her life where she was content. At least enough to not feel that crippling sadness, that loneliness she once felt. But there were times, when she didn’t feel quite whole, not quite there. She was living, she had a life but not necessarily the one she wanted. What she wanted, what she yearned and hoped for, she knew was never to be. It wasn’t possible, not now. The hope, the flicker she had once felt even for just a moment, had disappeared.

Frank knew he would just have to bite the bullet; he’d have to see her.

Gripping his hand into a fist, he tapped the door. A shuffle of feet appeared from behind the door, but it didn’t open. Karen must have been wary; Frank hadn’t given any warning that he was coming. Checking his watch, he noticed it was late. Later than he had intended to come. But he came, and that was what was important. There was a clatter, Karen was clearly looking through the keyhole, maybe even holding her .380 against the door.

“It’s Frank.” Frank choked out; his voice sounded rough, coarse. Scared.

The door unlocked as soon as Frank uttered his own name, and he was greeted by the face he had missed for so long. The dim lamp sheltered Karen’s face from the flickering hall light, but she slowly moved out of the darkness. Her delicate features becoming more clearer by the second. Her hair was tied up loosely, only a few small strands were loose, shaping her face. She looked more casual, more casual than Frank could remember, only wearing an oversized sweater and pants. Her feet were bare, though Karen seemed to look as if she wished she had worn something. The cold air escaped from the hallway into her apartment. She stood there for a moment, holding the door, watching Frank keeping quiet. Frank pressed his lips together, not wanting to spoil the moment. This moment, that he’d thought about so often recently. This moment, that he’d yearned for. And now he wasn’t quite sure how to play it. The last time he and Karen had seen each other had been hard. They barely got a goodbye, and what Frank had said before, it was harsh, almost cruel. Karen would be well in her right to be angry with him. Even now. But she didn’t look angry, she looked almost relieved. As if she had been hoping for this, as Frank had.

“Hey,” Karen finally spoke, giving Frank a small smile. She almost whispered this, as if she was too scared to talk. She wasn’t scared of Frank, but of what would come next. She had gotten so use to being disappointed and didn’t want to feel that anymore. She wanted things to change. Frank randomly turning up at her doorstep showed her that maybe things would.

“Hey.” Frank echoed her greeting, leaning against the door frame, trying to put Karen at ease.

Without even thinking, Karen moved aside from the door, signalling for Frank to come in. He did as he was told, following Karen into the landing. Even with the dim light only illuminating half of the room, Frank could see the apartment was tidy, clean. Several papers were scattered across the coffee table, and a glass of wine almost empty were the only messy items Frank could see. She was looking after herself. Good.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again.” She said, as she turned back to face Frank. Her eyes looked tired; the dark circles underneath indicated a lack of sleep. But it wasn’t just that, it was if something was missing.

“I know.” Frank avoided Karen’s eye, focusing on the back of the room. He almost couldn’t look at her, he knew exactly what he had done. He sometimes wished he hadn’t, wished it could have been different. Wished he could have stayed.

“How long have you been back?”

“Not long, little while.”

“Had some business?” She asked with a wry smile, a call-back to the last time he was in her apartment. Frank had caught this, smirking right back at her. God, he missed this.

“Yeah, yeah. I had some business.” Frank managed a small laugh, which made Karen smile more.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah, I could eat.”

She nodded, shifting pass Frank, their shoulders brushed each other as she moved towards the kitchen. Frank turned to watch her opening the fridge door, almost empty but she pulled out two containers, half filled. Directing both the food and Frank over to her sofa, she moved slowly, not wanting to go too quickly. Not wanting to ruin the moment. Not wanting to push it too far. She handed a plate to Frank as she sat down, inches away from where Frank decided to place himself. Their fingers brushed against each other, though Karen seemed disinterested, only focusing on her food. It was take out, it tasted different to any take out Frank had before. Or maybe someone made it for Karen. Maybe it was a neighbour, offering some kindness or maybe it was someone else.

“Saw you, in the paper. You and Murdock.” Frank wasn’t going to admit he’d been to the office, not that it had mattered. It wasn’t as if he was going to go in, he doubted Murdock would be too pleased to see him and didn’t really see the point.

“Oh, yeah?” Karen chuckled, that little chuckle, the one she seemed to do when she was nervous.

“You, uh, you’re doing good?” Frank looked up at Karen this time, away from his half-empty plate. He looked at her, properly looked at her. They eyes locked and Karen could tell he wanted some kind of reassurance. Reassurance that he made the right choice, that he hadn’t let her down.

“Yes, Frank. I’m doing good. Better, than before.”

“Good.”

“And you? Now your…business is done?”

“Getting by, ‘ya know.”

“Just getting by?”

“Is that a problem?”

“You deserve more than just ‘getting by’, Frank.”

“Do I?” Frank shook his head, as if he didn’t quite believe what Karen was saying. Accepting everything that had happened, accepting who he had become and who he was now, it had taken some getting used to.

“Everyone does.” From the corner of her eye, Karen watched as Frank raises his eyebrow, which made her smile Maybe he’s right. “OK, maybe not everyone, but you know…” She shrugged, whilst shifting her seat. Her bare feet lightly tapped Frank’s thigh as she moved unaware to how this sends a shiver down his spine.

“You make this?” Frank motioned towards the food, trying to distract himself from what he was feeling in that moment.

“God, no. Cooking has never been my forte.”

“I make a mean Involtini, should try it.” Frank’s cooking had gotten much better. He had more time now, time to do things he’d ignored before. And he enjoyed it, he wanted to enjoy things now. He had time.

Karen turned to Frank, placing her fork down on the plate. She was surprised at this comment. Frank seemed to actively be making plans with her, which was something rare. He’d never wanted to talk about the future, about ‘after’. Always in the moment, always fighting a war, sometimes for someone else. But this? It was an almost admittance that they would be seeing each other again.

“I’d like that.” She smiled, it’s soft, sweet, and kind. But it slowly disappeared into something sad, as if she was holding something back. Frank knew what she was thinking. It’s what he had thought of so often. The regret of how they departed last, the guilt, the anguish. It had been playing on his mind, as had Karen. Constantly. Karen had once told Frank he couldn’t keep loving people in his dreams. She was right. That dream, those final moments of his family, they still haunted him every single night. The last thing he saw at night and the first when he woke up. But another dream, something brighter, something happier had started to appear. It was only short, and Frank barely remembered most mornings. But being here, with Karen, seemed to make everything clearer.

“’m sorry, Karen.” He blurted out, not wanting to waste any more time. He couldn’t do it for much learner, he had to try. For Karen.

“What for?”

“You know what for.”

“Do I?” Karen asked, her voice almost breaking. She knew exactly what Frank was saying, she knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to hear him say it, she wanted those words to form from his lips and be heard.

“You gonna make me say it?” Sighing, Frank leaned forward, looking in-between his thighs at the hard wooden floor. The words couldn’t seem to form in his brain, it was as if something was stopping him. Blocking him.

“Yeah, I think so. I deserve that, at least.” Karen shook her head, maybe she wasn’t being fair to Frank. She’d understood him more than most, but she was tired. She was tired of it all. She just wanted… “Did you mean it?”

“I don’t know, maybe…I did. But...”

“But what?

“Karen…” Frank sighed again, feeling the weight of everything coming down on him. He almost couldn’t bare to look at her, but he took hold of her hand, gripping it tightly. Her left hand quickly placed itself on top of his, caressing it slowly.

“It hurt, Frank. But I’m not some broken little bird that needs you to save me.” No, she wasn’t. Frank had just always felt obliged to. But it wasn’t like before, it had changed. He needed to accept that. He needed to understand it.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Frank left her apartment only an hour or so after that conversation, The atmosphere changed, and Frank wasn’t exactly sure how to handle that. Him and Karen had never been truly transparent about their feelings, but things were coming ahead. And maybe, just maybe Frank needed to be honest. With himself as much as Karen.

It only took a week for Frank to reach out again, although to Karen it felt like eternity. It was after work one evening, when Karen was too exhausted to do anything but eat and go to bed. She hadn’t even noticed the note at first, hiding under her doormat. But something, this strange feeling, made her go back and check by her front door. There it was, folded and enclosed, waiting for Karen to read it. It was brief, as everything was with Frank. Her fingers slowly dragged across the letters, being careful not to move too quickly.

I’m sorry.

F

Although no admittance had been made, Karen assumed she’d see him again pretty soon. This was what he did. One minute he’d be there and the next, gone. Karen wasn’t just going to wait around for him to appear again, no matter how much she wanted to see him again.

It was much sooner than Karen had expected. Only a day had passed since finding the note when Frank had ended up at her doorstep again. He looked tired, more tired than before. Karen wondered what he’d been doing. During his last visit, they’d spoken about general things. New York, Karen’s work life, even old times. But there had been no mention of where Frank was staying, whether he was working, what exactly he was doing. Karen wasn’t necessarily surprised. This was how he was.

Karen had exhausted herself with work. Her life seemed to revolve around that now, not that she was complaining. She liked it, she liked that something was keeping her occupied and busy. But as soon as got home, she was alone once again. She wasn’t lonely, not like before, but she did spend a lot of time alone. The possibility of seeing Frank again had surveyed her mind almost every day until they saw each other again.

He came much earlier in the evening this time. No sooner had Karen heard a light tap on the door was she opening it, letting Frank in once again. They’d sat on Karen’s sofa once again, more than inches apart this time. Karen was just as comfy as before, whilst she noticed Frank was still wearing his jacket, as if he was going to make a quick getaway. She’d given beer instead of food this time, knowing she couldn’t cook something nice enough.

“How’s work?”

“It’s fine, tiring, but fine. Good.”

“Good.” Frank nodded, gulping down his beer. Karen watched as he swallowed the last drop and placed the bottle onto the coffee table. He seemed awkward almost, unsure.

Karen thought for a moment before speaking, she wasn’t sure how much small talk she could deal with. How much more of this she wanted. She knew she’d have to address it at some point, address it somehow. She had to know, she wanted to hear him say it.

“Why are you here? Why now?” The questions came out harsher than Karen had wanted. She wasn’t angry, just curious. Lots of time had passed since they last saw each other. Frank hadn’t wanted a favour from Karen, hadn’t wanted her to look out for something. There could only be one other reason for Frank being here.

“I wanted…wanted to…” Karen patiently waited for him to finish, but he never did.

“You know, it means a lot, that you came. That you came back.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not angry, Frank. I never was. Just…wished for better, wanted better for you.”

Karen moved her hand to his left bicep, holding it there alone until he placed his right hand on top of hers. They caught each other’s gaze and didn’t let go. There it was again, that glimmer of false hope and then it taken away just as soon as she realised it was there. It hurt; it wasn’t fair.

“I don’t know if I can, Karen.” Frank shook his head, looking down at Karen’s hand. Her thumb started to slowly caress his arm, only for a few moments. But it was enough.

“Then-“ She’d respected his wishes, she’d tried to let him go, tried to forget. But that just wasn’t possible. Not for Karen. Frank couldn’t either and he didn’t want to. He wanted to at least try now. He owed her that at least.

“But I wanna try, Karen. I do.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.” Karen nodded giving Frank a soft smile. It was OK. Or at least it would be. She moves her hand up to his jawline, the harshness of his stubbles rubs against her, but that doesn’t stop her. Frank retaliates but placing his hand on her cheek, his knuckles press against the softness of her face. Moving ever so slightly, Karen presses her face down towards Frank’s hand, colliding with it. In that moment, she wanted time to stop, she wanted everything else to fade away. Though she knew it wouldn’t, though she knew they would eventually have to stop. That didn’t seem to matter. Nothing her or Frank had ever done had been this close, been this intimate. She was unsure what they would do next, where this would go.

[mykastlenevercame]

This is too sweet!!!! 💕💕💕 Thanks @ck90 !!!

But darling, you are a work of art

For the sweetest Kastle AU toothache possible by the lovely @lovemymurderboifrank writing as Paintmeapicture on AO3

But darling, you are a work of art … Kastle AU - Frank is a hockey player. Karen is a portrait artist. 

[hipsterfrankcastle]

every time frank calls karen ‘ma’am’