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anystalker707 · 2 years ago

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A treat

Pairing: Frank x [amab/male] Reader Word count: ~ 2 000 Genre: Smut Summary: You had a long day and Frank's needy. It's logic. Kind of content: Soft / Loving / Riding / Dom-Sub dynamics / Dom! Reader

Requested by anon [Do you think you could do a Frank (Projekt Rev because OH MY GOD-) x Dom-Male!Reader fluff/smut, where the reader is having an overall shit day and Frank wants to make him feel better?]

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"Oh, you're here!" A voice says from the doorway and you look over to see Frank standing there. "You fine?"

"Long day." You sigh, looking back at the ceiling. Your eyes had been on it for so long that you could already see shapes on it before Frank showed up. The silence, at the same time it is comforting, also makes you painfully aware of the ringing sound in your ears that results from the whole mess at work.

Frank sighs as he walks over, standing beside the bed. “That sucks. I almost questioned myself whether you’d come home already or not because I could find you nowhere downstairs.” Hearing his voice is comforting; instead of answering, you just make a motion for him to join you and, Frank being Frank, he climbs on your lap to straddle your hips. You hold onto him out of instinct, rubbing his thighs lightly. “Poor (y/n). I’m going to take care of you.”

You raise an eyebrow at Frank and roll your eyes gently, just letting him cup your face and press kisses all over it until the last one is on your lips. The kiss is just soft at first, with his lips pressing to yours lovingly until he grazes his teeth against your bottom lip and then his tongue, but you keep your mouth shut. He tries it a couple of times more, but still gets no different reaction.

“(Y/n),” Frank whines, “come on...” He kisses you again, but you still don’t let him. It’s so funny to hear him groan in frustration again; you can’t help but smile. “You’re teasing.”

“Oh, am I?” You chuckle lazily, watching Frank’s lips purse. “Aw, come on.” With a hand on the side of his neck, you pull him for another kiss, this time letting your tongue run against his bottom lip. He wants to play you just like you did to him earlier, but you don’t let it happen. A gentle push of your hips is enough to make his mouth open in a gasp and allow you to push your tongue past his lips, letting it glide against his.

Despite getting what he wants, the circumstances still have Frank groaning once again despite continuing the kiss, sliding his hands down to your shoulders. You don’t know whether it’s intentional or not, but the way he keeps shifting on your lap... damn. For a few seconds, you allow him to pamper your lips, licking or nibbling on them according to his own desires until your hand pulls him for a firm, full kiss before you pull away.

“You’re a fucking menace,” you mumble against Frank’s lips, letting your thumb run against his jaw gently.

A giggle escapes his lips as Frank shifts a little. “And why’s that?”

You shoot Frank a look before pulling him for yet another kiss because— Damn, it feels so fucking good, even more after such a long day. His touch feels so good against your skin, from the kisses to his hands squeezing your shoulders a little to his weight on top of you.

Frank’s fingers trace your collar, the cold fingertips slipping past it and rising shivers against your warm skin before his hand trails down to slip under your shirt instead. You feel tempted to tease him, say something about how he’s just using the excuse to take care of you to get what he wants, but it’s not even that worth it at this point. It’d just delay something you wish for.

His hands reach up on your torso before you’re slipping your hands under his shirt to grip onto his hips so you can hold Frank in place to roll your hips up against him, which makes him gasp once more, hands stilling on you.

The only thing that gets Frank to interrupt the make out session is the need to get rid of his shirt, quickly giving you a shirt kiss again before he tugs on your shirt until your hands wrap around his.

“You’re rushing a little,” you whisper, and Frank just sits still, trying to catch his breath with his face barely an inch away from yours. “Calm down.” You kiss him again, taking the lead of the kiss and not allowing him to rush things again, which works really well considering how he just melts under your touches.

A soft sigh escapes Frank’s lips with how your lips trail down to his jaw, kissing gently over it until you have to pull away to get rid of your shirt, but you’re soon back to it, also kissing down his neck and nibbling on it gently. The new interaction starts to get him unquiet again, but it doesn’t matter since you’re soon undoing his belt and whispering for him to take off his pants while you also get rid of yours, and he’s already back on your lap by the time all of your clothes are discarded on the bed or somewhere on the floor near it.

A breath escapes your lips with absentminded words while you reach for the bedside table while Frank kisses you again, not caring whether you drop a few things on the way as long as you get what you want, then you can focus on Frank again. He shifts a little to adjust his position on your lap again, his hands pressing heavier on your shoulder and side, and the way he shifts against you makes both of you groan this time.

Your hands are all over, feeling him up and squeezing here and there, precise spots to snatch just the right pleased sighs from him until they turn into moans the moment your hand reaches his cock. He gasps against your lips, but does his best to continue making out with you despite how your hand feels good around him, pumping him up and down slowly with a tight grip. He curses quietly, hand going from your shoulder to the mattress to hold himself up by his elbow because he can’t hold himself up so easily anymore.

There’s a whine from protest when you let go, but Frank falls quiet and attentive at the moment he sees you reach for the lube. Cold liquid coats your fingers and he’s already pushing his hips up a little so you can easily reach between his legs and circle his entrance, spreading on it a the generous amount of lube on your fingers.

One finger pushes in just fine, making Frank’s breath get caught in his throat a couple of times, but a sound escapes his lips at the moment the second finger starts to slip in. He tenses up, biting on his lip, but then relaxes once your fingers stop. You retrieve your fingers to coat them in more lube, and your fingers meet even less resistance this time, almost pulled in by themselves because of how Frank clenches around you, his breath uneven against your face. If he’s already like that around your fingers, then when it’s you...

“Hell,” you whisper when you pull away, which is almost disappointing to him if you weren’t coating your own cock with the lube this time, hissing a little at the cold feeling of the liquid that is eased once you spread it with a few pumps on your cock. Frank himself tries to touch, but you slap his hand away, messily cleaning your hand on the covers before your hand holds onto his hip to guide him over again.

Frank lets out a shaky breath, looking down as you guide yourself in, just pressing the tip to his fluttering entrance before you start to actually lower him with his help, earning a soft moan from him. The new intrusion causes a bit of discomfort, but nothing that can’t be solved with a few seconds to adjust before the soft slap on his thigh makes Frank start moving.

“Don’t you want to take care of me?” You chuckle softly, your breath hitching in your throat when Frank rolls his hips. Fuck. “Go on and do it. All by yourself.”

Frank mumbles something while shooting you a glare, but he never stops moving, keeping on with rolling his hips against yours. He sits back, making both of you moan at the same time with how you sink in deeper, but he just moves his hips clumsily a couple of times while his hands shift on your torso to find where to hold. Your hands hold onto his forearms to pull them up until his hands slip into yours and he hums softly in appreciation before finally trying to find a nice pace.

At first, Frank continues with clumsy movements that barely hold any consistency. The way he looks down a few times makes his hair fall over his face, having part of it covered while he repeatedly lowers himself against you.

“C’mon,” you mumble, suddenly pushing your hips up to meet his halfway—he moans louder at the same time a groan escapes your lips. “You can do better than that.”

That seems enough to bring Frank back to reality, even if just a little, and he starts doing a better job with it. A continuous, rhythmic hum escapes his throat as he bites on his lip, eyebrows furrowed as he focuses on doing his best, not just for you, but also for himself. Soft groans escape your lips as you watch him, giving him the support he needs with your hands so you can just enjoy it. Your leg twitches a little with how good he feels, and it’s almost impossible to keep holding your hips still while he’s riding you like that, so pretty.

Moans fill the room with the wet sound of skin against skin, but it’s all relatively quiet, with a major focus on each other, holding gazes with full blown pupils and breathy groans.

Frank pauses, freeing a hand to run it through his hair and bring his strands back, breathing shakily. “(Y/n),” he whines softly, slipping his hand back in yours.

“What?” You squeeze his hands gently. “Already tired? Disappointing. You’re always so energetic...” A teasing tone laces your words. “C’mon, Frankie. Show me all you’ve got.”

A few seconds go by before Frank starts moving again, gently rocking his hips at first before he settles down for a decent pace that works well for both of you. His thighs quiver once in a while, but you encourage him to keep going, feeling the pleasure already pool in your lower stomach as you watch him do his best while clenching so nice and good around you. Fuck. Your tongue pokes out to wet your lips and you already crave another kiss from him, but it can wait now.

Frank’s best at the moment still doesn’t feel enough, so your hands are taking a hold of his hips to move them at the same time you start thrusting up, immediately turning him into a mess as he tries to hold onto something while you chase your own high.

“F—Fuck...” Frank whines, gripping onto your upper arms and shoulders to at least try to steady himself, easily melting under your touches. “(Y/n), I...” He gasps, his moans gaining a higher pitch as his legs quiver and it is just a matter of time before he is spilling all over his chest and abdomen with a chain of pleased sounds that just get whinier since you don’t stop.

“‘Most there...” You whisper, already on the edge given his tight Frank became when he came, so it’s just a few more thrusts until you do it yourself, gasping and curling your toes as you keep moving your hips until the throbbing on your cock becomes faint and Frank’s almost driven into overstimulation.

Frank mumbles something incoherently, all messy and breathy as you slowly loosen your grasp onto him to rub onto his hips soothingly instead.

“Good?” You bring his head up so he can look at you, with his chin between your fingers.

“Very...” He breathes, taking in a shaky breath in an attempt to regain his air. “Can we cuddle now?”

You hum, shaking your head. “Shower first.”

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years ago

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Stef, my dear. I come to you bearing thots ❤️

I saw this: "keep talking shit and i'll show you the other things i can do with that mouth of yours."

And thought: Who'd I wanna talk to me like that? Frank, that's who 🫠🔥

Sorry this took so long but I finally have something!

|| If Found... ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: soft Dom Frank with Sub puppy reader, wearing a collar, pet names, use of 'daddy', fingering, little bit of humiliation, oral sex (both male and female receiving), vaginal sex, aftercare.

A/n: arf arf woof bark bark. If I've tagged you and it's not your thing please ignore 😉

Since Frank had been helping Billy get Anvil up and running, all his time had been taken up with it. And all your time with him too for that matter. He was late home more often than not and although he kept promising to make it up to you, you were getting pissed off at being neglected. He was doing it for the benefit of both of you and you knew and appreciated that, but it didn't stop you from feeling jealous that his precious time wasn't being spent with you and only you. So when he arrives home so late again, you take it out on him.

"Hey honey, sorry m'late. You had a good day?"

"Like you actually give a shit." You grumble, turning and pulling away from him as he goes to give you a kiss.

"Huh, it's like that is it? You pissed at me for something?"

"Oh, you think?"

"Hey, c'mon baby, talk to me, tell me what's going on." He tries again, he never wants to be the reason that you're upset.

"Fuck off. You know exactly what it is." You snap back at him. You're far too annoyed to make an effort to articulate your feelings in a civil, adult way. It's a situation that could easily be resolved but there's a part of you that doesn't want that, you need to rage at him.

"Asshole." You hiss, pushing past him as he reaches for you.

He quickly loses patience. "Keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours."

"Whatever. Dinner's in the dog."

Frank scoffs. "Oh yeah? Funny, cos I don't remember havin' one."

You huff, folding your arms. "Might as well be me, seeing as you treat me like one, expecting me to be happy with scraps."

"Alright." Frank thinks for a second, then he scrubs his hand over his face and shakes his head. "Get your collar." He says quietly.

You can't move, those three words flip a primal switch hidden deep within your brain.

His voice rises. "Don't make me ask again.

You hurry to the bedroom and retrieve the dainty black leather collar from your underwear drawer, clutching it in your hands as you re-enter the living room. He's sitting down on the couch now, legs spread wide.

"You know what to do."

You hold the collar between your teeth and sink down to your knees. Frank beckons you to him with a crooked finger. "Come on puppy, c'mere."

You slowly crawl on all fours to him, sitting in the space between his boots looking down at the floor. You can feel his eyes on you as you wait. He takes the collar from you and you can't help making a desperate noise as he sweeps your hair out of the way to fasten it snugly around your neck, giving it a short tug.

"Whiny little puppy just needs some attention, is that it, sweetheart?

Your eyes are wide and wet as he takes hold of your chin making you look up at him. "Hm, yeah. A little less of the attitude and I'll give you what you want, huh?"

You nod slowly, you want him to scratch that submissive itch you've been craving for so badly for weeks.

"Stand up, let's take this off." He tugs at the edge of your top and you obey, lifting your arms allowing him to peel it off. He unhooks your bra, skimming his hands around your ribs to cup your breasts and you lean into his touch but he doesn't linger, trailing his fingers down to the top of your jeans unbuttoning them and yanking them down helping you lift your legs out of them.

He tugs at the waistband of your panties. "If I take these off, are you gonna promise not to make a mess?"

You whimper and nod, but you don't care, you just want him to touch you now.

He pulls them down your legs slowly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours when he notices how the crotch sticks to your cunt with how damp they are.

"Alright, get in your spot, c'mon." He commands, helping you up onto his lap. You're completely naked with your back laying on his clothed chest and your legs hooked over either side of his. Exposed.

You're so sensitive you can't keep from wriggling against him, arching as soon as he trails his fingers along the soft skin of your inner thigh to touch you, trying to clamp your thighs together around his hand but he stops you, forcing your legs apart again, and bringing wetness up from your core to draw light little circles with his fingertips around your clit.

"There you go. That's what you need ain't it?"

You're entirely at his mercy, his other arm wrapped firm around under your chest with his teasing fingers tugging at your nipples. His warm lips drag up the side of your neck and over your collar and you moan.

"Aw, you gonna yap for me, little puppy? Huh?" He increases the speed of his fingers and you feel the pressure inside you building fast, you're so embarrassingly close, just a little more and you'll-

"Ohh, oh Frankie I'm gonna-"

He stops.

"No, no please!" You choke and cry as he takes his hand away leaving your orgasm just out of reach.

"That's it, c'mon and beg for me baby, you know how I love when you do. Now what d'ya say?"

He holds you firmly as you buck against him, the fact that you can feel him hard under your ass just makes it even more frustrating.

"Please, please daddy… I'll be so good!" You whine, and he chuckles warmly into your skin bringing his fingers back where you so desperately need them.

"Yeah, can't deny my fuckin' sweet girl." He whispers low, right next to your ear and you shudder and gasp as you feel the tendrils of pleasure wrapping around the base of your spine as he touches you.

"Aw, you gonna come baby, all for me?"

He chuckles and mocks your pathetic little moans and noises, it's humiliating and you hate that it turns you on even more. Your promise to him rings through your head as it hits you but it's too late. You can't do anything to stop the floodgates from bursting open as he takes you right over the precipice, soaking his lap right through his jeans to his boxers as you come so hard, writhing and whimpering in his grasp.

Frank scoots you to the side as he looks down at the damp patch. "Oh my baby girl... can't even follow a simple order." He tuts and your face flushes with embarrassed heat as you breathe heavily through the aftershocks, twitching.

"M'sorry." Your voice comes out small and shaky.

He pulls off his shirt and then the heavy clink of his belt buckle being undone suddenly relieves you of any sense. All you want is to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue and his come down your throat.

"That's alright cos you're gonna clean up your mess ain't ya?" It's not a question. He shucks his jeans and boxers down just far enough for his thick cock to spring up, smacking against his abs. You slide onto the floor between his legs, dumb with desire, taking hold of the base as you eagerly slide your lips around him.

"Yeah, there you go sweetheart, attagirl." He watches you take him in, circling your fingers around what you can't fit. You're drooling down his cock as you suck and lick like a good pup, and Frank's making the most gorgeous sounds of encouragement for you. When he grunts and twitches against your tongue as you swirl it around the underside of his head, you know he's close. His fingers run over your shoulders and pull up your neck, hooking under the collar and pushing you down on him just enough that you start to gag a little, but no more.

"Fuck! Mmm fuck yeah… just keep doin' that princess, just keep doin' it like that…"

You put yourself to task, arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs again as Frank's hips lift up, fucking himself into your throat. All you want is to make him happy now he's here, you want to take back everything you said and the way you were acting like a brat because you know that Frank will always take care of you exactly the way you need him to. He understands and you love him for it.

He grunts low again, moaning as your fingers caress his balls. His thick fingers weave through and tighten their grip in your hair, the air leaving his lungs in short sharp bursts as his hips jerk and he spills down your throat. You swallow greedily, milking his cock with your fist until you've lapped up every drop he can give you.

"I love you." He's grinning and laughing, his head falling slack to rest on the back of the couch. "Such a fucking good girl. God damn I fucking love you baby, you know that?"

You wipe the spit off your mouth with the back of your hand and smile up at him from your sore knees. "Thank you daddy, love you too."

Frank sheds his pants and helps you up, scooping his hands under your ass and lifting you up. You curl your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist and he kisses you deeply tasting himself on your tongue as he carries you into your bedroom and throws you down on the bed.

"M'not finished with you yet." He says, and you mewl as he positions you on all fours, nudging your legs apart with his knee, settling down behind you and letting his gaze roam over your bare, wet pussy. He gently slides a finger between your folds, watching how you squirm and shy away, you've got some nerve he'll give you that.

"Shh, stay still for me, let me take care of you." You yelp as he buries his face between your legs and you pitch forward into the pillows, your moans muffled into them as he licks you right up the middle. Frank takes eating you out very seriously. He's on you until you're wailing, his nose prodding at your entrance as he tongues your clit until he's hard again, and then he teases you with the tip of his dick until you're begging again, sobbing for him to fuck you.

"Okay, okay…"

You sigh happily when he slides a finger inside you. "Christ, you're still so tight sweetheart, gonna take it slow."

He covers you, drapes himself over your body like a claim, featherlight kisses on your shoulder reminding you that he's yours too. And then you feel the immaculate burn when he grips onto your hips, lining up and slowly sheathing himself inside your needy cunt. His big, strong hands massage over your lower back trying to relax you as he pushes in the rest of the way. It's so much. He's stretching you open but making sure you're comfortable as you can be before he starts to move, and when he does your vision nearly whites out.

He fucks you like this, with your head down and your ass up in the air until you're clawing at the sheets around you and then he yanks you up by your collar, wrapping his arms around your middle, sliding his hand between your legs and zeroing in on your swollen bud of nerves.

"D-daddy- ah, uh!!"

"C'mon baby, you wanna come on my cock don't ya?"

You whine at the intensity of stimulation you're receiving, it's almost so much that you're numb. It's all you can do to dumbly nod your head, whimpers spilling from your bitten lips. On every thrust he punches so deep inside you, his skin smacking against your ass. He talks to you the whole time, playing with your clit. He doesn't mind that you're struggling to answer back, you're only able to whine as you can feel another orgasm sparking up within you fast.

"I know you want your little pussy filled, but you ain't gotta worry darlin', gonna make you feel so damn good…"

His other hand wanders up to the base of your throat, and the rough tips of his fingers stroke the edge of the collar as he applies just a touch of pressure around your neck. It's all it takes for you to start pulsing around his thrusting cock and you moan as you come together. Frank shudders behind you, holding on to you tightly, praising you constantly and reminding you that you're his good girl as he fills you with his spend.

"Goddamn, you're amazing. You okay?"

You nod, your tired body sagging back against him. He stays inside you for a little while, just holding you and kissing the side of your neck and face as he waits for you to calm down. He's so gentle with you when he pulls out, and he goes to get a washcloth to clean you up.

When that's all done you curl up with him, head resting on his chest with his hand stroking up and down your arm soothingly.

"I'm sorry I've been away from you so much, I shoulda realised sooner and there ain't any excuse. But you don't need'ta play games with me, if you need somethin' you just ask, just let me know okay?"

"I know. I'm sorry too… thank you Frankie, you always know what to do." You respond, and he kisses your forehead.

"I'll do anythin' for you sweet girl. You want me to take your collar off?"

You hum, your eyelids feel so heavy and you let them close. "Can you leave it on, please?"

Frank smiles, his fingers stroking your hair as he's kissing you softly. "You want to sleep in it, pup?"

You yawn and stretch, snuggling up to Frank's warmth. "Mmhm."

"Alright baby girl, sweet dreams."

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