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𝜗ৎ the morning after with frank castle

Sheets clung to your body, wrapping you up while soft sunlight poured into the room. Frank never liked mornings like this—or at least, he always pretended to hate them. He would wince at the idea of this type of slow intimacy. It was the type that made his heart swell, only for it to sting immediately after, plagued with every moment where he thought he would never find himself here again. 

“G’morning,” you mumbled, rolling over to your side, voice still a little caught up with sleep. Your eyes stayed shut, trying to hold onto every last ounce of sleep left in your body. You were warm, and cozy, and the weight of his body next to you gave you all the reassurance you needed. 

Frank sat up against the headboard, patched up skin on full display. He didn’t worry about it, though—the scars and stitches weren’t important now that his attention was on you. 

“Hey,” he replied, voice equally groggy. There was a roughness in his tone, one that could only be shaken by speaking. He swallowed, hoping he wouldn’t sound as rough, wanting you to enjoy the comfort of these early mornings. 

Without saying anything else, he reached out his hand, his fingers a little bit hesitant. They waited over your skin, like he would allow himself to give in to this domestic temptation. They nonetheless found their way to your naked figure. He traced up your arm, letting it sooth you back asleep. 

His chest rose and fell, finding a steady rhythm in his actions. Slowly, his hand migrated higher, finding your head as he gently pet your hair, making sure to not let his fingers get caught in any knots. 

“Didya sleep well?” He asked, knowing you weren’t fully away yet. Dipping into your scalp he tenderly scratched, watching how you pushed yourself into his touch. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, cranking your neck just the slightest, letting him catch a glance at the love-bites that he shamelessly put there the night before. 

“Good,” he grunted, content. “Good,” he repeated, this time quieter, letting his eyes close and letting the morning light sink into his skin. 

And while he wasn’t a man of many words, you knew he loved you, even if he couldn’t find the right words.

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𝜗ৎ frank castle's size kink

Laying on your back, Frank loomed over you—dark and brooding, just as always, looking down at you with an intense gaze. His arms caged in your head, sizing you up completely, his muscles bulging with every tiny motion. 

You trembled letting him crash his lips onto yours, losing yourself for a brief moment before he pulled away. You couldn’t help but stare—eyes trailing lower and lower, watching how his thumb hooked at the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down eagerly. 

His thick cock slapped against his stomach, heavy and clearly in need of some relief. He was just so big, you didn’t know what to think. 

“Frank,” you mumbled, too busy looking at his dick, and wondering how you’d be able to take it all—and it was like he could read your mind, leaning forward and dragging his tip against the bare skin of your stomach, ignoring your drooling pussy—clearly he was equally eager to tease you.

He brought his length over you, showing you just how big he was, making it reach all the way to your belly button. His hands gripped your knees, spreading your legs wider. 

Your lips wobbled, worried about the stretch that was to come. He bit his lip, holding back a giddy grin. 

“Don’tchu worry baby,” he cooed as if he could read your mind, “you can take it—gonna work you open inch by fuckin’ inch.” 

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𝜗ৎ throat-fucking with frank castle

You found yourself slotted between his legs, knees starting to bruise against the floor. It was a pathetic sight—your doe eyes peeking up at him, your lips covered in drool while your cheeks flushed at his presence. You just couldn’t help it, not with the way his thick cock hung in front of your face, the pink tip inches away from your mouth. 

“Yeah that’s it,” Frank started, “open wide.” 

He wore that familiar half-smirk, like he knew the type of power he had over you, with the way you looked so innocent but in reality you were willing to do anything for him. Slowly, your jaw opened, your tongue falling out as if it was its natural position. Frank didn’t even have to ask, you were already showing him just how you wanted him to use him, making him let out a dry chuckle. 

“Good girl,” he praised, bringing his thumb to your lip, teasing the idea of his dick slipping into you. He swiped along that pouty expression, making a mess before properly fucking your throat. The tips of his fingers brushed against your jaw, making you ease into his touch before he removed his hand completely. 

For a moment, you looked at him confused, a pout forming as your mouth closed briefly. Only, you quickly felt his hand gently slapping your cheek in order to regain your attention, and to snap the brat out of you. 

“I said open wide, didn’t I?” His voice was much lower and you felt your stomach drop, flipping in anticipation. You resumed the position you were in before; tongue out, saliva drooling out while he drag his fist up and down his cock. 

Frank spit down, letting the gob fall into your mouth before rocking his hips forward, sliding himself into your warm mouth. 

His head tilted backwards, a strangled moan slipping from his lips as your throat embraced him. 

“Fuuuck, baby,” he grunted, reaching forward and placing his large hands on either side of your head. You were in his control completely, free for him to use however, and as he maneuvered your head, you closed your eyes, gasping as his length choked you. 

The sounds of wet suffocation echoed in your ear, but Frank wasn’t easing up, abusing the back of your throat with each frustrated thrust. You felt your panties cling to your hot cunt, and how you seemed to be pulsing at the thought of what he was doing to you—the realization making you needier than ever. 

You whined around his cock, making him grunt. 

“Just like that, sweetheart,” he huffed, balls slapping against your chin, “your throat feels so fuckin nice.” 

He didn’t let up on his pace, only stopping at your hands slapped against his thighs. He gave you a minute to catch your breath—-your face ruined; mascara running down your cheeks, lips puffed out and expression completely flustered. 

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. “You look so pretty like this, you know that? Like a fucking angel, baby.” 

You were eagerly waiting for him to use your throat again, and you kept yourself ready for it. Only, he took his cock into his hand and stroked himself slowly. His gaze was intense, locked in on your smeared makeup and fucked out demenour. 

“Gonna mess that face up even more,” he told you, pace quickening as his fist pumped harder and faster. You watched the way his abs tightened, his balls twitching, face growing more focused on your knelt position. “Gonna paint that sweet little face, get it all in loose wet little lashes.” 

He groaned, eyes shutting momentarily before snapping them wide open to get a good look at you before finally letting loose. You felt his cum land against your tongue, splashing everywhere Frank promised. The hot substance coated your face, making your body shiver. 

“Perfect,” he commented before reaching out to you again, closing your mouth and making you swallow whatever was left on your mouth.

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𝜗ৎ frank castle loves your soft skin

You could feel his hot breath trailing down the nape of your neck, rough hands tracing your hips as if he was trying to memorize your shape. He was slotted behind you, your body falling gently against the bed, in stark contrast from his rough eagerness. His nose brushed against your skin, smelling the new shampoo lingering in your hair. 

“You’re so soft baby,” he grunted, almost too prideful to admit how much he was loving it. You could barely think of a response, too busy feeling the way he was thrusting in and out—a hard yet consistent pace that you had never known before. It was a constant pounding, each drag his cock made you pulse, sucking him deeper into your velvet walls pulling him in.  

“Like heaven, baby,” he praised, “feels so fuckin’ good, y’know that?” obviously it was a rhetorical question, and you could feel the stubble on his cheek scratch your delicate skin—the skin he was so obsessed with feeling. 

“Tell me you love it too,” he mumbled, eyes closed while he pulled you further back in him, making sure to hit even deeper than before. You gasped, legs started to shake. How could you respond when he was moving like this? 

“Mhm,” you whined, nodding as best you could. Frank only chuckled, low and deep like it was coming from deep within his chest. That wasn’t good enough. He wanted to hear your slurred speech; to watch you try to look back at him with that fucked-out wide-eyed look that only he got to see. 

“Didn’t quite catch that sweetheart, speak up will ya?” The teasing slipped off his tongue like it was his native language, filling your ear, making heat rise to your face. 

“I love it, baby,” you managed to say, lips glossy with drool, tears starting to pool in the corner of your eyes. You gulped, whimpering, rocking yourself back to try to chase every last bit of pleasure. Frank smiled at the sight. 

“Oh, I bet you do,” he smirked, “you just love it when I pound your pussy like this. Tell me I’m wrong, that you don’t wanna be used by me?” 

You let out a moan as his hand quickly moved to wrap around your throat, nodding at a pace that felt foreign. Your body was out of your control, all you could do was give him the answer he wanted. 

“Yeah,” you managed to squeak out, agreeing with him, “you’re right,  I—oh fuck!” 

Yelping, you could feel his cold lips kissing the back of your shoulder, and the devilish grin that was plastered on his lips. “Atta girl.”