seeing people say "this trope has been done to death" as if that's ever stopped anyone from eating bread. BREAD HAS BEEN DONE TO DEATH FOR LITERALLY THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND WE STILL WANT MORE BREAD. write your chosen one AU. write your coffee shop meet-cute. write your 47th iteration of "there was only one bed" because guess what??? we're still hungry.
Hi, so sorry to bother you but I just noticed that it looks like @darlingshane's blog is gone??? I was wondering if you knew anything about what happened. I hope everything's okay 💜
Hey, it's no bother at all. Unfortunately, her blog was terminated for absolutely ridiculous reasons. She contacted Tumblr support to ask them to give it another look, though. So let's keep our fingers crossed that she'll get it back because the JB fandom wouldn't be the same without her🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼
Summary: You meet a stranger at the bar and the only thing you can think about is riding that man's gorgeous nose.
R18+ 🔞🔞 || WC: 3k
CW:smut, anonymous sex, casual sex, strangers to lovers, oral sex (f receiving), car sex, reader had a bit to drink but not enough to not know what she's doing
A/N:In answer to this poll's results.
Read it on AO3
It was Saturday night, and you decided to hit the bar with a couple of friends to help take off the edge after one seriously long week. You’d been at it for a few hours now, all of you riding a nice buzz and laughing at one of the tables, when two men walked in and headed straight for the bar. Your eyes instantly zeroed in on one of them as the men sat down at the counter with their profiles facing you.
You knew that you were staring, barely looking away and almost ignoring your friends in the process as they chatted and laughed around you, but you couldn’t help yourself.
A shiver ran down your spine while you took in the man’s features, which was easy enough since you were only sitting two tables away from the bar. His hair was in a buzz cut, which emphasized the perfect shape of his head, while it also highlighted the straight line of his nose and the curve of his lips. The nose in particular was what had you so riveted to the man’s face. As you watched him animatedly talk to his friend, you could see that his nose was broad and slightly crooked. However, it was exactly these details that added to his rugged face and made him so appealing to you.
“What got you so distracted?” suddenly piped up one of your friends from right next to you, leaning against you to look in the direction you’d been staring at. “Oh,” she crowed with a grin, elongating the vowel. “Well, don’t you got a nice view? Which one is it? Oh, wait, silly me,” she giggled with a knowing smirk. “The right on.”
So maybe you had a type.
Grinning at her with a hum of confirmation, you drew your attention back to the man, only to notice that he was the one watching you now. Taken by surprise, you blinked a couple of times, realizing that he or his friend must have caught you or your friend staring. You didn’t look away, though. Especially since he was watching you with interest. Instead, you slightly lifted your head and inclined it to the side, a small, challenging smile forming on your lips. The man’s mouth pulled up into a curious smile.
“Don’t wait for me,” you announced to the table as you got up, only turning your head slightly into your friends’ direction, while never taking your eyes away from the man.
“Have fun!” The same friend from before exclaimed with glee, while the others cat called as they caught on to what was happening.
Grabbing your purse, you made your way towards the bar, where the man was watching you come closer. Your stomach jumped with excitement at the lengthy once over he gave you, making you feel glad that you’d opted for the dress you were wearing tonight. When you were only a few steps away from him, he swiveled on the bar stool until his whole body was facing your way.
“Hey,” he said, tilting his head to the side with a playful smile as he observed you.
“Hey, yourself.” You leaned your back against the bar and turned your head towards him. There was barely a foot separating you from him now.
The man looked even better up close, with the first three buttons of his shirt undone and a pendant hanging low on his smooth chest. But his nose… It was even more appealing, with its straight slope that gave way to a defined cupid's bow and lips. You smiled to yourself at the images entering your mind in relation to said nose.
“Havin’ a good evenin’?” he wondered, taking a gulp from his beer while keeping his eyes on you.
“Mhm.” This time, you were the one to give him a very deliberate once over, your eyes stopping a little longer on his crotch and the promising bulge in it. “You?”
“Just got better,” he smirked, which had you chucking in appreciation. “Can I get you somethin’ to drink?”
“I don’t wanna be interrupting anything,” you said with a fake air of innocence, giving a half shrug and a glance at the man’s friend.
“Nah, ma’am, he’s all yours,” the friend said with a snort and a small, amused shake of his head as he drank from his beer bottle.
“You hear that?” the man chuckled, leaning an elbow on the counter as his eyes dropped to your mouth for an instant.
“I do,” you hummed softly, satisfied with the way he was looking at you.
The man grinned and lifted his hand to call the barman. “Get the lady whatever she’d like, yeah?”
The barman nodded and looked at you, waiting for your order.
“Whatever he’s having is fine,” you replied, since you didn’t really care about the drink.
Your eyes returned to the man, who was still watching you.
“I’m Shane,” he said, motioning for you to take a seat, which you ignored. You weren’t interested in chitchat and didn’t intend to stay in the bar much longer.
“Nice to meet you,” you smiled sweetly.
Shane frowned faintly after you didn’t introduce yourself in turn.
“Don’t I get a name?” he inquired after a beat.
You chuckled softly. “What does it matter?”
His eyes narrowed curiously this time, quietly assessing you for a few seconds, before his lips slowly curved up on one side as he tried to figure you out.
“Well, I gave you mine…” he trailed off meaningfully, his sharp gaze on your face.
“Mm, true, but yours might be more useful than mine,” you explained in a light tone.
“Oh yeah? How so?”
Oh, he was definitely intrigued now, and you loved it.
You turned your whole body towards him and leaned into his space until your face was only a few inches away from his.
“When you’ll have me screaming your name,” you whispered, your eyes locked with his.
His entire demeanor instantly changed. His back straightened, while his face morphed from amused curiosity to intense interest, his brown eyes becoming dark pools as he regarded you. Heat ran through your entire body at the way he was watching you, his expression promising something that had you already feeling your arousal thrumming between your legs.
“Rick,” Shane rumbled as he got up, which had him standing right in your space as he addressed his friend without looking at him.
“Just go. But you owe me one,” Rick snorted good-naturedly.
Shane only hummed in acknowledgement, his eyes not moving away from you.
Throwing him a lopsided grin, you took a couple of steps backwards before turning around and making your way towards the exit. You didn’t check if Shane was following you; you knew he was. Once outside, you headed straight for your car, which was standing at the furthest part of the parking lot, and listened to the thuds of Shane’s booted feet behind you. As soon as you’d unlocked the car, Shane grabbed you by an arm and turned you around until he had you pressed against the passenger door. His other hand came up to take hold of your jaw as his mouth descended on yours. He kissed you hungrily, his tongue claiming your mouth and making you moan against his lips.
“What exactly is it that you want from me, Darlin’?” he asked after lowering his mouth to your jaw and biting teasingly over it. “I know there gotta be somethin’ specific in that pretty lil’ head of yours with the way you approached me,” he continued, moving to your ear and nosing along the skin behind it, which had you grabbing at his shirt. “Somethin’ a lil' rough…? Somethin’ quick 'n dirty…?” He slid his hands down your body; over your hips and thighs, before moving them to your ass and pressing you against him, making you feel his hardening length.
“Very observant,” you laughed through a moan, before he took your mouth again, which made you feel his grin against your lips.
“So?” He whispered against your lips, while his fingers began raising your dress over your thighs to get to your skin.
Uttering a soft laugh, you briefly caught his bottom lip between your teeth and sucked at it, which had Shane rocking against you with a small groan.
“I wanna ride your face,” you revealed after a few seconds, drawing your head away enough to see his expression as you spoke.
Shane locked his dark eyes with yours, staring at you intently for a second, before he exhaled deeply and licked his lips.
“Yeah?”
A flutter of excitement coursed through your belly and had your legs squeezing together at his hungry smirk.
“Uh huh.” You looked at him with the same challenging smile that you'd sent him when he'd first looked at you. You moved in until your lips grazed his. “You think you're up to it?”
One of Shane's eyebrows lifted at your challenging tone, while he ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth.
“Come on,” he rumbled with a touch of warning at your challenge, and ripped himself away from you with a jerky movement while he grabbed your wrist.
For a second, you were confused about why he was taking you away from your car, but quickly realized that he was walking towards his own. He unlocked a dark truck that was only standing a few slots away from yours, and opened the passenger side.
He pulled you against him and spoke into your ear in a rough voice, “Get in.”
“Eager much?” you gloated, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth before throwing your purse onto the back seat and climbing into the truck.
What surprised you, then, was that Shane didn’t go to the driver’s side. Instead, he reached underneath your seat and pulled on a lever before pushing the seat all the way to the back. You made a small sound of surprise as you slid back, but your breath caught in your throat as you saw Shane slip into the now roomier foot well at your feet. Your whole core tightened in delicious anticipation as you realized what he was planning once he’d closed the door. In the low light of the parking lot, you stared at each other silently for a few seconds, before his hands began moving over your thighs, pushing the dress up inch by inch. Breathing faster, you spread your legs to allow Shane to get into a better position between your feet. Your stomach tightened at Shane's pleased hum and bit down on a moan when one of his hands moved between your thighs until it disappeared under your dress. Barely a moment later, you had to suck on your bottom lip as Shane's fingers slid against your soaked panties. He groaned in the back of his throat at the feeling and pressed a finger against you to get more of it.
“Shit, talkin' 'bout eager, huh.”
There was no time to reply, since his hands were now running along your outer thighs underneath your dress until he met your panties. You lifted your hips and watched Shane as he methodically removed your underwear, one leg at a time. Then he grabbed you by the hips and pulled until you were reclining against the backrest and your ass was sitting at the very edge of the seat. Shane glanced up at you with that same hungry expression as earlier, holding eye contact for a moment, then sank his face between your thighs.
One thing was certain, he wanted this as much as you did, since he went in with no hesitation or restraint whatsoever. His tongue slid through your folds a few times, gathering your juices with ravenous passes. He groaned into your skin, which had you crying out and rocking your hips into his face. He moaned as you did it, which had you peering down at him. His mouth and parts of his nose were pressed between your outer lips, licking and sucking up and down around you. Panting, you grabbed the back of his head and lifted your hips while pushing his face into you, until you felt your clit bumping against his nose and sliding over it. If Shane was surprised by your action, he didn’t show it. He grunted at your long moan of pleasure while you kept him against you and rubbed yourself along his nose with small rotations of your hips before going back down and receiving the attention of his mouth again. You suddenly realized why he’d gotten you in the passenger seat. He could have easily laid you out on the back seat to eat you out, but you wouldn’t have been able to grind against his face like you were right now. He had definitely understood the assignment. This was as close to riding his face as it got in this situation.
“Shane, fuck!” you cried out, as his lips surrounded your clit and started sucking at it with growing pressure, before circling it with his tongue.
Shane growled in reply and pushed one of your thighs further open to get even closer to you. Lifting one of your hands to the head rest, you grabbed onto it for leverage as you kept your other hand over the back of Shane’s head while you moved against his mouth. Breathing loudly through your moans of pleasure, you stared down as Shane welcomed your erratic thrusts with his tongue. He loosely wrapped an arm around one of your thighs to keep you centered and looked up at you. There was just enough light to see his features, and you found yourself unable to look away. He was silently encouraging you, his eyes taking in your expression of ecstasy as your hips began moving more wildly, slipping and sliding over his mouth and his nose.
“Shane, Shane, Shane,” you chanted, as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge.
Shane groaned in a low tone as his name kept spilling over your lips.
“Fuck, please don’t stop, Shane. So close… I’m so close,” you cried, with your voice getting gradually higher.
“Mhm, mhm,” Shane growled encouragingly, watching you attentively as he worked tirelessly with the wild pumps of your hips.
Your whole body went rigid as you exploded over Shane’s mouth with a long cry, your back arching up while you gripped at the head rest. As soon as the highest moment of your orgasm began to subside, you began to tremble from the intensity of it while Shane slowly slid his tongue over your drenched flesh.
“Fuck,” you uttered with a gasped out laugh, as your body sank into the seat and Shane kissed the inside of your thigh.
His low chuckle had you glancing down at him through hooded eyes and finding him smirking with his nose, mouth, and chin glistening with your juices. Without really thinking about it, you sat up and slid back in your seat to catch Shane’s face between your hands and lick a broad path from his chin and up to the middle of his nose. Shane groaned and caught your mouth in a messy kiss, sliding his tongue over yours while your hands went to his fly. To your surprise, it was already open. His dick was damp with pre-come, which you gathered over the head and used to stroke down along his whole shaft. Shane grunted at your touch and bucked into your closing fist as he pushed you back against the seat. A second later and you were yelping in surprise as the back rest flew back, putting you in an almost flat position. Shane was holding himself above you, one knee between your legs on the seat and one hand braced next to your head. You gasped as he used his other hand to slide three fingers along your entrance, before he brought it to his length and began stroking himself with the help of your slickness. Just from his expression, you could tell that he was already close. With a small grin, you brought his face down to yours and teasingly drew your tongue along the seam of his lips, quickly dipping into his parting mouth, before you licked over the bridge of his gorgeous nose.
“Fuck, you’re somethin’ else,” he grunted through gritted teeth before he groaned as he hung his head and came in hot spurts over your thighs.
Humming contentedly, you watched his eyebrows lowering and his nose scrunching up as his body was rocked by pleasure. When he slowly opened his eyes, you pulled his face down for a languid kiss, which he instantly answered.
After a minute, Shane rose on his hands and contemplated you with a slow smile but remained quiet. You watched him back and lifted a hand to stroke it lightly over his nose, smiling at his small chuckle, before he finally moved to collapse into the driver’s seat. Sitting up as well, you pulled on the lever to get the back rest up again and looked for your panties. You ignored the mess between your legs and your thighs as you adjusted your dress; you’d take care of that at home. As you moved around, Shane observed you silently while you retrieved your purse, put the panties inside, and ultimately opened the door.
“Thanks for the ride,” you said with an impish grin after getting out and leaning against the open door.
Shane snorted and hung his head with a little shake before his gaze returned to you.
“Anytime,” he replied after a beat, his expression telling you that he meant it.
Laughing softly as a frisson of satisfaction ran through you, you nodded and took a step back to close the door. You purposely didn’t look back as you walked towards your car and got inside.
Who knew, if there was a next time, maybe you'll consider giving him your name. After all, he did make you scream his.
Summary: You and Frank are not exactly friends, but you're not enemies either. You barely tolerate each other but you two are good at two things: working together and having sex, sometimes simultaneously. And when you show up at his lair to ask for a favor, things don't go exactly how you wanted to.
CW: 18+, smut, angst, some crack, blow job, fingering, p in v, rough sex, guns, some come play, come shot, acquaintances with benefits, dom/sub undertones, reader is a hacker in my mind, and kind of bratty.
Word Count: 2,4k
A/N: This came from an idea after watching the brand new day trailer *points at gif above* when Frank gets his mouth webbed shut, and I thought - hm, I'd like to have my mouth webbed shut by Frank's you-know-what...
— Links: AO3 | Frank Masterlist
“What the hell d’you think you’re doing?” You hear Frank’s voice echoing against the ample walls of his new lair.
Your back is on him as you inspect the kill board he’s put together over a desk. You turn around and lean on the edge of the desk in time to see him annoyingly sliding closed the big metal doors that put some resistance by screeching against the floor. He has to pull harder until the entrance is completely shut.
“You don’t call, you don’t write… thought it was time to pay you a visit.” You respond, curiously opening one of the drawers on the side and picking up a gun stacked inside. “Also, I needed one of these for a project.”
He lunges towards you, slinging his big riffle to his shoulder. His teeth shut tight, almost spewing fire through his nostrils. His clean-shaven jaw tightens the closer he gets. He's still wearing his punisher vest, the skull half faded over the black of his armor.
“Put that thing down.” He immediately takes the weapon off your hand with little care.
Seeing him Frank annoyed at your presence is always amusing to you. Your mere existence is always a bother and yet, he can’t help but reach out when he needs help. But only one he absolutely needs to. Occasionally, when he wants to fuck someone.
You’re his best bet. No string, no attachments. Purely out of convenience. You barely tolerate each other, but there are two things you do great when you’re together: working and having sex, sometimes simultaneously.
“How did you even find this place?” He huffs, shoving the gun at the back of his pants.
“Really? That’s what you’re asking?” You gesture with your fingers midair as if you were typing on an invisible keyboard. “How I find everything.”
He pegs you a puzzling look loaded with a hundred questions or a dozen knives. You know it’s one of those two or both. His killing stare is something to admire. You’ve seen it burn so many times before, but you’ve also seen it soften the second after fucking, after that sweet moment of release when he fills you up to the brim and all his defenses go down momentarily.
That’s why he’s always so tense. He doesn’t often take a break, he probably doesn’t even jack off as much as he should. So all his frustrations are carried always at the end of his trigger finger or at the back of his big balls.
“You tracked my phone, didn’t you?” He wisely gathers.
“Sue me.” Your shoulders shrug. “Oh, wait, you can’t.”
“You’re unbelievable.” He mutters.
“But I also brought you a gift.” You reach with your hand inside the pocket of your jacket to pull out a small piece of paper folded in half. It's held between your index and middle fingers up in his direction. “Don’t say I never give you anything.”
Frank puts his weight on his back foot, considering whether to pick it up or not.
“A gift, huh? Is that what you’re calling it? What do you want this time?”
“I told you I needed a gun for a project. Quid pro quo, baby. Isn’t it how it always works between us?”
“Quid pro quo, my ass.” He shakes his head, mumbling, “what do you even need a gun for?”
“That’s not for you to know, Castle.”
“Well, I need to know first before accepting your so-called gift.” He air quotes that last word.
“Hey, train is leaving the station.” You slowly move your hard holding the paper, aiming it towards its former pocket. “Take it or leave it.”
Curiosity gets the best of him, and he grabs your wrist with one hand, takes the piece of paper with his other.
He unfolds it to find coordinate numbers. “The fuck is this?”
“An address.”
“I can see that, smartass. But for what?”
“What you were looking for. The last of the Gnucci’s. She’s upstate. Big compound. Big security. Now about that gun…”
“You’re not getting any guns from me.”
“Why not? I pissed someone off and I just… I wanna have something at hand to protect myself.”
He scoffs. “To protect yourself. Right. Then get a license.”
“A license? Does the punisher carry a license, huh? Are you really schooling me about guns? Why do you care what I do with it?”
“I don’t.” He points out. “But I won’t have your blood in my hands either. Something goes wrong, a gun is not going to help you if you don’t know how to use it. Besides, I don’t see a nerd like you that spends more than twelve hours a day behind a screen pulling the trigger on anything that doesn’t come with a joystick, so you’ll probably end up dead.”
He turns around, walks up to a locker nearby where he stacks the rifle on his shoulder.
“Wow, you surely have me pegged, Frank Castle.” And before he turns around, you quickly reach to take the gun he put at the back of his pants. You easily pull it out, but Frank is just as fast to grab your arm and take it away once more. Only this time he tosses it away on the desk and doesn’t let go of your arm. He twists your limb around, folds it at your back and links his other arm around your waist, securing your other against your side.
“The hell you think you’re doing? Is this a game to you? Or you’re just messing with me?” He grumbles in your ear. “Are you really that desperate?”
“I’m not desperate. I just need a favor.”
“Now it’s a favor. You can’t even get your story right, sweetheart.”
“Let go of me, Frank,” you grit through your teeth, wriggling in his hold, but he only tightens it up the more you move. You'd panic, but it always comes to this, he likes to rile you up and then fuck the lights out of you. It's his way of communicating you've learnt to read so well. It’s his way of saying I need you, but I don't want any emotional strings attached to this.
His vest is pressing hard on your back, leaving an indentation of those three blade sheaths that are hanging at the front. And down below, there’s something else pushing on your rear, it could be a weapon, but it’s the unmistakable outline of his hard cock you’ve come to know so well.
“Does this turn you on, huh? Pinning girls down against their will?” you push back with your ass against his hardness.
He scoffs in your ear. “Only when it’s you, sweetheart.”
“Oh, you always know how to make me feel special. But if you wanna fuck, just say so, Castle. You don’t have to pretend you don’t like me to make yourself feel better. You clearly want to. At least your cock does.”
“You think you know everything about me, but you don't know shit,” his voice turns into gravel that grinds all the way down to your core. His hot breath feels like fuel that starts that flame between you two. It makes your knees tremble cause you know something is about to go down, and you're going to need three days to recover as usual.
“But I do know everything about—”
“Sh, sh, sh, I was talking. You say you want a gun but the only gun you're getting from me is this one.” And now it's him rubbing himself against your ass. “Would you like that one instead?”
“Yes,” you breathe out, bracing yourself to be tossed on top of the desk, but he doesn't.
Frank finally releases you, and points at the floor for you to get on your knees.
You turn around and obey.
Kneeling in front of him, you look up to see the consuming, dark shadow of his eyes as he opens his pants to free his monumental erection.
You wet your lips and swallow, placing your palms on his thighs as he guides the tip of his cock into your mouth. He holds it at the base and strokes its head on your tongue a couple of times before pushing further inside.
“There you go, take it all,” he groans as your lips wrap tightly around him. “You're so much nicer like this. All willing and quiet.”
He could give up control, but he won’t. He's the one thrusting into your lips, making sure your eyes are locked on his and that you taste every inch of him.
It's his pace, his rhythm, his rules… He doesn't let you take more than you're given. And his cock feels extremely generous inside your mouth right now. It's wet and sloppy to the point your saliva starts trickling down your chin. He loves making a mess out of you.
Frank also enjoys knowing that your core aches, your walls slick and beg for some friction. Each stroke, each thrust makes your core wind up and pulse harder. You want to shove your hand so badly in your pants, but you can't. He'd make you pay for it by pulling away.
Instead, your fingers cling tightly on his thighs as his dick comes in faster. Your jaw slacks, letting him use your mouth as hard as he wants to. Your own arousal makes you moan around him; he grunts at the delicious pressure of your eager lips that comply with his whims.
He's so close, you can feel the throb of his veins on your tongue desperately pulsing for a release.
“Fuck, look at you. Always so fucking hungry,” he strokes the hollow of your cheek. “You want more?”
“Hmmm,” you respond, begging with your eyes.
“Bet you do, huh?” You think he's about to force his cum down your throat, but he suddenly pulls his cock away before he’s done.
“Close your dirty mouth, sweetheart. You don't get to taste it this time.”
“But, I—” you start protesting.
“Shut it.” He demands and you seal your lips tight.
His cock looks angry, red and swollen in his fist. He presses the head against your closed mouth and furiously strokes himself until your lips and chin are covered in a thick layer of white, sticky spurts.
“There you go,” he rumbles under a breath, smearing the last few drops of his seed with the rest of it.
“Hey, don't,” Frank stops you from wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Leave it there. You're prettier like that.”
It's then that you see his lips draw a smile. His eyes soften as usual, but he doesn't take pity on you or the fact that your legs almost buckle when you stand up.
You're so hot and bothered you could almost cry. And just when you think he's done with you, he handles your body around and bends you over the desk.
You send your hand to undo the zipper of your pants, but his fingers are way ahead of you pulling the waistband down your legs along with your underwear. He exposes your ass, looks at the round shape of your bottom fully on display for him. He grabs at it, pushes his semi-hard directly on your skin.
His fingers then move from behind, testing the juices that are covering your folds.
“Goddamn, you’re already dripping.” The way he states the obvious makes you feel so dirty for how desperately your pussy wants to be fucked into oblivion. “That bad you want me, huh?”
“Please,” you beg under a breath, tasting the bitter flavor of his semen drying on your lips.
He responds by shoving not one but two fingers at once in your entrance, pushing them as far as they go, capturing the tender, swollen depth of your walls around his thick, rough fingers.
You open your thighs wider as he pushes them in and out, letting your juices smear further down your legs and around his hand. The squelching sound of his fingers fucking your opening mix with the inevitable lewd moans that slip past your teeth. You hate the echo of hearing your own arousal, but you’d hate more if he stopped.
As your core tightens, he replaces those fingers with his cock. It’s fully hard again, and he presses it on your sensitive clit for a moment before driving it inside you. Your breath catches as he fully pushes it up to the hilt. Your opening doesn’t fight the nice stretch of his girth. It welcomes it, it contracts around him making him moan as much as you do.
His hips go off at a punishing pace right off the bat. Frank doesn’t waste any time now. He wants to fuck you and needs to do it just as fast. His hips slapping your ass by a sheer force that leaves you breathless.
By the way you sound together, you’re not sure who is more anxious to come first. It’s not a fight or challenge, you both give and take into the consuming fire buzzing where your bodies meet.
His hands grip at your hips, fingers digging hard onto your flesh as he drives you closer to the edge. You keep your hands anchored at the table, while he promptly pushes you over that final line without warning. Letting out a strangled noise, your walls contract around him as your body gets momentarily taken by a wave of pleasure. You feel something else inside, hear him too when he ejaculates inside you a second heavy load. He keeps his grip on you for a moment until it passes, as his breathing comes back to his lungs.
You’re still gasping for air when he pulls away. He fixes his zipper while you pull yourself together without looking at him.
It’s business as usual. Only this kind of business is never planned in advance, it always happens when you last expect it, which is probably for the best.
You hear his steps driving away from you, and you look over your shoulder to see him disappear into the kitchen you saw earlier.
You glance around and spot the gun he tossed away, put it in your jacket before he catches you, and leave out the door. It’s a dirty move, he might make you pay for it one day, but it’s the way this works between you and Frank.
Two fics in two days? Yes, please and thank you! And especially, two fics with a more surly Frank. Idk, this does something to me. You know I enjoy my little fights, but I usually reserve them for Shane. Cause it's Shane, y'know, he just brings it out of us. But this kinda back and forth with Frank is highly entertaining. Especially when it ends like this, absolutely filthy 😏.
Summary: Frank is too busy a nap with you when you come back home from work, but he quickly changes his mind when he finds the way you nap.
CW: 18+, smut, crack, domestic bliss, established relationship, masturbation, fingering, p in v, very vanilla, kissing, slow and sweet, hot weather, frank being subject to objectification when he's wearing grey sweatpants.
Word Count: 2,3k
— Links: AO3 | Frank Masterlist
Frank doesn't take breaks and doesn't rest unless he absolutely has to. Naps are out of the question. He goes to bed too late and wakes up too early. His body protests, more than he'd ever like to admit. Years of bruises and blood had done a number on his bones, and he’s not as quick to recover as he used to, but that doesn’t stop him from keeping that same lifestyle.
There's always something to do, something to chase, something to finish. When he's not out chasing scum, he's working out, or planning his next hit. But right now, he’s tackling the hinges of your old kitchen cabinets. He found one eaten by rust and upon further inspection he deemed most of them following the same path.
When you step into the apartment in the middle of the day, the sweltering summer heat from the streets follows you inside like a tattoo you can’t erase. Your skin struggles to cool itself down, your clothes cling too tightly, your mouth is too dry. And all you can think of is diving in a pool of ice before taking a much-needed nap under the cool breeze of a fan.
Unfortunately, your AC isn't working right now so you're left to rely on multiple rotating fans you've collected to tackle this obnoxious heat.
Two of them are already working upon your return after work. They're pointed at the kitchen to one shirtless Frank who is currently destroying your kitchen one piece at a time. At least that's what it looks like when you find all your cabinet doors laying all over the place.
You’re about to complain about the mess he’s made out of your kitchen but the sight of his defined torso covered in nothing but a thin, glossy layer of sweat never falters to leave you speechless. No matter how many times you've seen him naked, or how many times you've traced every line of his body with your tongue and fingers…
Heat begets more heat.
Especially when it comes to Frank.
No man can raise your temperature like he does.
He looks gruff and tired beneath that head of messy curls. His shoulders look broader than usual, his biceps stick out with the force he puts into unscrewing one of those hinges.
Your eyes wander down his body, drawn to the distracting V lines on his abdomen that disappear into the low-hanging waistband of his grey sweatpants as he puts one door on top of the kitchen bar. You watch him work the screwdriver in his hand, waiting for him to acknowledge your presence.
“You gonna say hi, sweetheart, or you’re just gonna stand there and stare at me like I'm a piece of meat?” There’s not a hint of amusement in his tone, nor a flicker of a smile peeking through his bushy beard. He barely looks at you. His knitted brow is fixed on his hand working the screws of the next hinge.
You chuckle stepping out of your shoes. “I was just admiring the views.”
“You're home soon. Thought you had a meeting.”
“Client had to reschedule,” you say leaning on one of the bar stools, pointing at the fridge. “Grab me a water, will you?”
He nods and opens the fridge to collect a cool bottle of water that he slides in your direction over the breakfast bar. You grab his arm then before he pulls away.
“Can I have a kiss now?” Your lips curve into a smile as you lean closer over the counter top wedged between you two.
There’s a small hesitation, but Frank obliges and simply ducks his head to print on your mouth the hardest of prickles of his beard from the smallest of pecks. Then quickly pulls away leaving nothing but dissatisfaction.
“You call that a kiss?” You huff before taking a long swallow of cold water.
“You didn't specify what kind of kiss you wanted.”
“Well, looks like someone is cranky today.”
“Not cranky. Just busy.”
“Too busy to kiss me, I see.” You give him a look, feigning that sadness with a long, manipulative sigh.
“Oh, for fuck’s…” Frank rolls his eyes and tries not to give into your plot.
But doesn’t take him more than two seconds before placing his tool down and reach with a finger to lift your chin and really capture your lips like you wanted to—with warmth and sweetness and the bitter taste of coffee lingering at the tip of his tongue.
“Happy now?” He mutters over your mouth before pulling back.
“Very much so, Mr. grumpy pants.”
“What do you want me to do? You want me to jump up and down like a puppy every time you come in the door?”
“I mean… not that. But you could at least show that you’re happy to see me.”
“I am happy to see you, sweetheart. I’m just—” he glances down at his hands that are back to work on autopilot.
“Busy. I’ve heard.” You finish his sentence.
“Stop complaining. You know I’ll make it up to you later.”
“You can make it up to me now.” You propose. “I’m going to take a shower and a nap. I think you should join me.”
“A nap? In the middle of the day? How is that helpful?”
“It helps you relax.”
His shoulders shrug. “Working on this is pretty relaxing to me.”
“One day I’m going to teach you how to relax, cause this—” you gesture at the mess in your vicinity, “—is not relaxing. It’s taxing. The only hinge that needs replacing is that one inside that thick head of yours.”
“Go on, take your shower before I put you to work.”
“You could never.”
You take that as a cue and go back to your original plan of getting rid of your clothes and take a semi chill shower to brush off the summer heat from your skin. By the time you’re done, you’ve managed to cool down, but there’s a different kind of heat nesting somewhere else in your body, somewhere deep inside that no shower can reach. It pulses and slicks almost out of nowhere, but you know it's all his fault.
Your hand slides under the elastic of your panties when you lay down in bed. You've closed the blinds, and switched on one of those fans that sit in the corner of the room.
Resting on your back, you let your imagination take control and drive your fingers lazily over your folds to ease that rousing ache that's named after Frank Castle. You think of all the times he's touched you, kiss you and fuck you. The memories mix together like one at the tip of your slicked fingers. You bite your lower lip as your core tightens. You still don't rush it. You don't force that orgasm building under the memory of Frank pressing his cock against your folds.
A moan or two escapes the tight grip of your teeth pressing on your bottom lip. You’re so close to the edge your legs are shifting against the mattress. Your hips wave slowly against your fingers.
The strangling noise that comes out of your mouth you get closer and closer is loud enough to have Frank check on you.
“Sooo… this is what you call napping, huh?”
His voice pulls you quickly out of your trance. Your hand stops moving as you open your eyes to see him leaning on the door frame with a shit-eating grin taking over his face.
“Yeah, it's part of it.” You say softly under a ragged breath. “You rub one off and then fall asleep. You got a problem with that?”
“No, I got no problem with that, sweetheart. I could get behind that.” His tongue playfully slips out to wet his lips.
“Really? You can still join me if you want, but you have to take a nap with me after.”
“Hm,” Frank stops to consider, glances out the hallway for a moment before deciding to join you in bed.
He slips by your side, propping himself on an elbow, as his lips hover yours. “Keep playing with yourself, sweetheart Wanna see you come.”
You simply nod and send your hand to move again. You stare at Frank as one of his hands slides down the side of your body, his fingers ever so lightly caressing the top of your thigh up and down. Your skin buzzes, your pussy pulses harder under the dark stare of your boyfriend.
That same hand of his travels back up and slips under the hem of your shirt to uncover your breasts. Your arousal has turned your nipples into hard pebbles that he gently caresses with his knuckles without tearing his eyes off you.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” The gruff tone of his voice makes you melt around your own fingers. “Were you thinking of me?”
You respond with a small moan as his fingers move back down to catch the movement of your hand.
“What were you thinking about?”
“I uh… The other morning…” you take long huffs of air between thoughts. “We woke up early… and… you fucked me slowly… felt like hours.”
“Yeah? You liked that?” As he says that you notice the tips of his fingers joining yours under the fabric of your panties though you keep yours fixed on your clit while Frank's digits slip down into your opening. He probes one first, testing the sickness of your pussy. It's warm and oh-so tender he has no problem putting a second one in right after.
“You're so wet, sweetheart. Is that cause of me?” He purrs at the corner of your mouth.
You nod. “You know it is only because of you.”
His darkened brown eyes watch you closely as his fingers slide in and out ever so gently a couple of times. As you get closer to the edge he fixes them inside, pressing on your g-spot at the same time you rub your clit. He encourages, sweet talks your orgasm to reach the surface with practiced ease, and soon he finds your walls tightly contracting around his knuckles.
As the orgasm wanes, you notice the hard outline of his cock pressed against your hip.
“Wanna come again?”
“Please,” you beg against the corner of his mouth, and before you can say another word, he’s already shifting on the mattress to kneel between your legs. He tugs down your panties, tosses them away. Then as he lies on top of you, he pulls the waistband of his sweats down along with his underwear. Not completely. Just low enough to free his erection.
Frank doesn't penetrate you right away. He only presses his hardness on your folds and lazily rubs himself against your pussy, collecting your arousal on his erection before sinking into your entrance.
His eyes are locked with yours, his hands play with your hair. And his hips move just as lazily as they did in your memory. Calm and sweet. It doesn’t make you sweat, your breath still falters every time he thrusts, but you feel completely relaxed under his body. You place your hands on his back, follow the gentle tide of his arousal mixing with yours. He’s perfectly hard and hot inside of you in all the right ways.
Your core tightens again when his lips land against yours. His tongue slips past your teeth. This time he kisses you deeply, eagerly, driven by the same soothing pace of his lower body waving on top of you. It makes your legs tremble, pushes the fire of your core to burn hotter.
His name echoes in his own mouth when you feel the unstoppable wave rising to that crucial moment. You don’t force it or urge Frank to go faster, you let it come at its own pace. When it crashes into pure bliss, you lose the ability to breath or think.
All you can do is hold onto Frank, anchor your arms around him as your orgasm slowly ebbs.
Frank doesn't pull back or slips out of you. He waits a minute for you to recover before letting his hips move again, returning to that same rhythm.
You close your eyes and let him finish, let him reach his own peak. He doesn't stop kissing you either, his lips wander from your mouth to your neck where he peppers countless nibbles and licks. His breath comes out hot against your skin. His teeth scrape your jaw when he's about to come undone. The slickness of your folds feel like heaven wrapped around his erection. He curses in your ear, tells you how amazing you feel seconds before imploding inside you.
He pushes himself off you but doesn't go too far. His head stays glued to your chest, and you use that as an opportunity to play with his hair while his eyes slowly close. The combing of your fingers quickly lulls him into sleep. And before you know it you've dozed off too.
There's still light outside when you open your eyes. It couldn't be more than half an hour or so. Frank is still deeply asleep in your embrace. His long, deep breaths almost sound like they're about to turn into snores, but they never do.
Frank’s just perfect right now with an arm tightly locked around your waist and his head resting on the same spot on your shoulder.
You lift your head slightly just so you can capture how peaceful his expression is. You manage to extend one arm to the side table to grab your phone and take a quick snapshot of his beautiful sleepy face. You won't tell him. He'd hate being teased for that. But you save it as proof that you got Frank Castle to take a nap.
Ok, so maybe reading this before bed wasn't the best idea cause now I'm all fired UP 🥵. I loved how you set the scene, with him all grumpy and her kinda teasing him. I love this kind of interaction. I laughed at how you described his dislike of naps because that sounds so like Frank and it was a great choice to give this particular trait of Jon's to Frank 😂.
Now the spice... Frank joining you in bed... "Keep playing with yourself, sweetheart. I wanna see you come." the way this sentence had me heating UP! The thought of him watching and enjoying the view before joining you in touching you... JFC... I already loved the idea when you told me about it but this was even more delicious than what I could have imagined.
Thank you for that evening snack and the best reason for a good nap 😋
