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uhbasicallyjustmilex

platonic ways to look at your best friend:

hesterias

my personal favorites ^

faonzila5

vanillacoke25

the spark in their eyes.

oh. my.

mayamax

freaking love this

atoiturner

Rough Trade NYC, Brooklyn | 06/08/2015. 🩶

📸: Will Oliver.

sochkila

what are you looking at?

I go feral for husband!Frank <333 TY for the request :) (another one from the old account that I hadn't answered) - not proof read warnings: husband!frank, protective!frank, minor mentions of violence, SMUT, MDNI, oral (f receiving)

Oooooh anon I LOVE THIS!!! Thank you for this req!!! You just KNOW he would be sooo freakin protective!! I also feel like he would toy with the guy a little (unless he was physically trying to advance on reader then it would be a completely different situation) - anywhos imagine this

Sometimes you wake up with a cleaning itch and with Frank at work you take the opportunity to do a deep clean of your shared home. You're in your own world, music blasting in your little home shorts and tank top.

There's a nice breeze going so you open up the big windows around the house after you mop the floors to air everything out. You're so in your own world that you're completed ignorant to the tradesmen on the opposite side of the street.

sochkila

wrong house

an inaugural fic in my new house(blog)! - based on this ask from the old account. I loved writing this, I love and adore protective Frank !!

Warnings: home invasion, protective!frank, scared!reader, comfort, established relationship, violence (reader does NOT get physically hurt), smut, MDNI, 18+

w.c: 2358 (oops)

its a little after 9pm when you get a text from Frank

Frankie ❤️

almost done here sweetheart, be home in an hour

You

see you soon baby, dinners in the fridge

Frankie ❤️

thank you honey, see you soon

You pop your phone down and wrap up a plate for Frank and pop it in the fridge before you return to your bedroom. Frank had been late most of this week as him and the guys were finishing up a project on one of his sites.

Before you get too engrossed in the silly little true-crime novel you're reading you decide to shower and get into bed then continue. All comfy in bed, a slight contrast to what you're reading. A serial killer who targeted lonely women - you roll your eyes 'typical' you think to yourself.. but also ironic that you're sitting here alone in this house reading this.

A soft thud downstairs pulls your focus from the page, you listen out for Frank's heavy footsteps but you don't hear them.. in fact, you didn't even hear his truck pull up. Another creak causes you to sit up a little more straight in bed.

"frank?" you call out timidly, voice at a lower register. Your instincts acting before you even spoke

nothing

i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind

Standing Next To Me - Hackney Empire [01-04-2016]

gravelocked

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 | he sends you a voice message while he’s away.

“hey sweet thing. missing ya’.”

his voice erupted, you could only hear the sound of his breathing, imagining the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“how have you been, mm? eating well? hydrating? you best be taking care of yourself while ’m gone.” he laughed, that squeaky one where you could tell his throat was tight from holding something in.

“wish you could feel how much i’m missing you.” you heard his breath shake at the last syllable, then the tell-tale sound of his zipper slipping down rang out. a loud zzziipp like he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

a moment of silence then a harsh hiss came from his side as he wrapped a hand around his aching member, stroking it to full mast. “shit baby, i’m so hard just thinkin’ about you.” he groaned, then a rustle of clothes came as he shoved his pants down to his ankles.

he shifted his phone so that it was placed right beneath his cock, you could hear it slap against his phone screen, hot and heavy. “listen to it. listen to what you do to me.” he panted, beginning to pump himself, every tug of his length drawing a throaty sigh from him.

“wish you were here. y’know, sucking me off.” he paused to breath, stifling a whine as he imagined the scene in his head. “gosh, you’d look so pretty, mouth full of me. choking on me.” he continued.

“or you could just sit on it. let me hump you ‘til you pass out, all dumbed out on my dick.” he rasped, voice dropping a milky octave. you could hear him spit down on his cock, smearing the glob of saliva over his length.

“if you were here, i’d bend you right over this desk and fuck—” he sped up his strokes, you could tell he was close with how whiny he got. “i’d do so much to you darling, but you’re just not here. and it’s killing me.”

“miss you, so fuckin’ bad.” his voice cracked, you could hear the lewd fap-fap-fap of him fisting his cock ruthlessly, teetering on the edge of release.

“bet you’re touching yourself too, huh?” you could hear his smirk through the phone, “bet you’re getting off at seeing me so desperate and needy. you’re evil.” he grunted.

“shit, i’m close.” he cursed through gritted teeth, you could hear his chair creak under his weight as he pumped his cock, chasing his orgasm.

“this one’s for you.” he panted, the sounds of his fist becoming slicker. after a couple more strokes, he came all over himself with a muffled groan, making a mess everywhere.

“it’s so much.” he grumbled, already regretting what he did knowing he would have to get up and clean off. “and i blame it on you.” he chuckled, you could hear him tucking himself back into his pants.

“anyway. i’ll be back soon. love you, byee.” he spoke before blowing an obnoxious kiss to the phone and cutting the voice message.

atoiturner

Arctic Monkeys - Big Day Out, Sydney | 1/23/2009. 💜

whyscreamwhenyoucanpanic

This so cute UGHH

sochkila-side

His Wife

You and Frank tie the knot and he's taken quite a liking to his new title.. and yours

Warnings: husband!frank x wife!reader, protective!frank, feisty!reader, PinV, smut, MDNI, 18+, pwp, lots of plot, semi-healed frank, encounter with a-hole side character, lots of cute fluff, oral (m receiving), lowk breeding kink, lowk cumplay, lots of use of the word wife lol and husband but that’s kind the whole premise of this

w.c: 4.5k

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It was the perfect little ceremony, perfectly you and Frank. Small and intimate, in the backyard of your home. The closest people to you both gathered to watch you and Frank officially tie the knot.

In the few days after you notice how Frank loves using that word more and more. “Wife” it rolls off his tongue with so much pride.

He’d be on the phone to someone and you hear him say “gotta check with my wife” or “yeah I’ll drop my wife off then I’ll come” and how he would always emphasise the “my wife” each time. It made you chuckle a little when you’d look up at him with butterflies in your tummy. You’re not sure if it was the 'my' or the 'wife' or both words strung together that got you all giddy but everytime you look up at Frank you’d always see that big dumb grin on his face when he says it.

You also notice how Frank is just a little more… well, Frank. Outside of the house he was more protective, he hovered more, he was always there, more..yours and you were more his - if that was even possible. He made sure everyone around him knew it too. His hand always on your hip or around your waist, the glint of the wedding band on his finger ever present.

Inside the your home it was much the same, you and Frank still doing the same things you liked doing for each other. Like the way you made and packed his lunch every night and how he would always bring you your night time tea a little before you’d both head off to bed. But it all felt a little more intimate. Realistically you both knew a ring wouldn’t change how much you both loved each other. Ring or no ring you knew you were his forever and he was yours.

There was juuuuust one thing that had changed a little. A minor thing really - Frank was being so gentle in bed. You loved it, you did - it was slow and sensual and passionate.

But god you needed him to demolish you. He had you feeling like such a desperate little thing, you were almost ashamed.

Here he was - your loving husband making sweet sweet love to you, making you see stars every time. But you wanted the depraved version of him. The one that would sound like an animal when he'd pound into you. The way he would let his base instincts take over, how his pupils would blow wide when he’d fuck you so hard you could barely speak.

You weren’t sure why marriage had changed the way he was in bed. Maybe he was just feeling a little more ‘sentimental’? And this is how he could show it since you knew he wasn’t a big “words” guy when it came to this stuff.

You’d heard the horror stories of people who get bored of each other after they get married and have robotic mechanical sex till they eventually stop all together but stay together for the sake of staying together. But it had only been a couple of weeks, surely he wasn’t bored.. right? You tried your best not to spiral. No, you’d just try a different tactic - maybe it was a short term thing anyway.

What you didn’t know was that, Frank was trying really really reeeeally hard to not break you. He was still counting all of his lucky stars that by some good grace of the universe he was given another chance at this life. A life with you, as his wife - another chance to start over. When he was on top of you, pumping in and out of you he just needed to show you how much he loved you, how grateful he was that you had given this to him. And this is how he thought he could, by making love to you, slow and sweet. But when he would see the little piece of gold on your ring finger there was something that would start clawing deep in his gut. You were his, his wife he was your husband and fuck he just wanted to claim you over and over again.

But he wouldn’t fuck this up, is what he told himself. So he relented, slowing himself and his brain down. Little did he know that under the surface of your soft moans and cries was that side of you that needed him in that carnal, animalistic way.

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It's a Sunday afternoon and you both make your way through the grocery store, Frank steering the trolley and you linked on his arm. “Want that sub for lunch tomorrow?” You ask him with your eyes moving down your list checking items off. “Whatever’s easy honey” he hums, scanning the isle and the people walking through it as he usually does.

“Wanna make what you want baby” you reply pouting up at him. He looks down at you with a smile pausing before he continues “yeah subs good, thank you sweetheart” he says kissing away the pout on your lips. You smile as you walk forward to grab the baguettes you know he likes. When you turn to walk back to him he’s already there, right behind you. Like he can’t leave any room for someone else to get near you.

“Okay, all done I think” you chirp, checking off the last item on your list. When you look up you see Frank chuck a bag of chocolate covered pretzels in the full trolley. You look up at him confused “I ain’t driving back when you complain about not having a ‘sweet treat’ ” he chuckles, sandwiching the last two words between his air quotation marks. You roll your eyes but laugh anyway as you walk towards the registers.

It’s a Sunday afternoon so you’re not surprised that the line is long with everyone else doing the weekly prep grocery run, but it’s a little more full with the self serve registers not working. “Shit! I forgot the milk” you sigh in frustration “can you get it pleeeease we’re almost at the front frankie” you plead unnecessarily because he’s already moving. “Oh we need 2!” You call out to him “yes ma’am” he laughs as he weaves out of the line and disappears.

You’re smiling to yourself when you turn back. Triple checking again if you haven’t missed anything. When you look up you’re one person away from the register. You move to the front of the trolley to start piling items onto the conveyer belt when you see a man cut in front of you with a hand full of groceries.

He pushes your groceries that you had already placed down back and places his own down in front. “Uhh, excuse me? Did you not see the line?” You pipe up - annoyed. “Calm down lady I only got a few you got a whole trolley get over it” he drawl’s dismissively.

And honestly, sure if he had just asked politely, you would have absolutely let him go in front. But talking to you like that and telling you to ‘calm down’ ooooh no no no, you were not going to let that slide.

“Yeah, and if you had just asked like a normal person I would have let you, but since you wanna be an ass then go wait in line like everyone else” you retort, rolling your eyes at the fact that you had to teach common decency to a grown man in a grocery store line.

“What are you some fuckin bored housewife? Got nothing goin on so you gotta pick fights with people in the supermarket” he laughs arrogantly before he turns back around “what happened don’t get fucked enough?” he smirks looking over his shoulder.

Your nostrils flare as your mouth opens again to retaliate but in the blink of an eye all you see is the back of Franks hoodie. He slams the cartons of milk down on the conveyer belt. Staring down at the poor excuse of a man in front of him.

“Talk to my wife like that again and I’ll break your fuckin jaw - I suggest you listen to her and get your shit and go wait in the back” he grunts out like a bull ready to run at a red flag. You look down and see his hands twitching as they close and open. You pray for the guys sake that he doesn’t open his mouth and say something stupid. He looks up at Frank, his mouth opens as if he’s about to reply before he closes it. Atleast he’s got some sense you think to yourself.

He picks up his items and tries to move around Frank to go wait at the back of the line before Frank side steps and blocks him again. Frank tilts his head down, bringing him nose to nose with the man, chest puffed out, teeth clenched with his muscles around his jaw feathering out.

“And trust me, she gets fucked reaaaal good - the next time you so much as think about my wife like that you don’t get a warning, got it?” He growls out through bared teeth, in a decibel low enough for only the man to hear.

The guy doesn’t even say any thing he just gives Frank a hurried nod before scampering away.

After he disappears out of sight Frank turns to you, his eyes scanning your features. “y'alright?” He asks concern and curiosity in his tone, you nod as you stack the rest of the groceries on the conveyor. “what happened ?” Frank asks wanting to hear from the beginning. “He cut in, was a dick about it so I told him to fuck off” you shrug as if it was no biggie. A small smirk breaks out across franks lips

“that’s my girl” he laughs before grabbing the back of your head and kissing your forehead.

You stood there, a mess between your legs watching him to pay for everything as you try your best to not drop to your knees for him in front of everyone right there and fill your mouth with him. God you felt heated - he’d called you his wife before, sure, multiple times. But not like this, not laced with this much possession and protectiveness behind it. His wife, Frank Castle’s wife.

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On the ride home you give Frank a play by play of what happened. He’s listening intently with one of his hands on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with yours. “And THEN he LAUGHED, can you believe it?! Ugh asshole” you huff, finishing your recount. Frank is quiet, his hand spinning your wedding band on your finger “fuckin jagoff, shoulda knocked his teeth out” he mutters, annoyed at himself.

“and then what? spend the night by myself while my husband sits in a jail cell” you say flatly, staring up at him with a pointed look in your face.

You catch the little smile on his face “your what?” he asks, squeezing your hand a little. You smile, pulling his hand up to your lips “what? My husband” you say in a playfully singsong-y way as you kiss the top of his hand.

He places his hand back down, palm wide on your thigh “yeah that’s right, your husband” he chuffs, squishing the meat of your leg as he pulls up into the driveway, not missing the way your legs squeeze together a little.

God he’s so cute, your heart swells when you look at him - the big bad punisher - gleaming from ear to ear at the title he gets to wear now - your husband and he’s never been more proud.

You hop out of the truck, and grab Franks keys. In the years of being together you’ve learned - there’s simply no use trying to help bring the bags in, he won’t let you. So you unlock the house and hold the door open for him instead as he lugs everything inside like a pack mule.

🌀🌀🌀🌀

After helping pack everything away Frank retreats to the couch. He sinks into the plush sofa as he clicks on the TV. Pushing himself further into the seat as his legs splay out wider while he gets comfy. You’re watching him from the kitchen as you start prepping veggies for the week to make life easier for yourself after work.

You keep getting distracted as your eyes keep floating up to him. He just looked like the perfect seat for you, the want still there between your legs. Growing more ravenous at the way he was just sitting here. One arm propped behind his head watching whatever game replay was on the TV. With his big meaty thighs spread wide, one foot resting on the coffee table.

As you continue to wash and prep for the week you keep thinking back to the store. The almost growl he had in his voice when he called you his wife. The way he was infront of you in a heartbeat, like an immovable wall not letting anything touch you. You try to ignore the sticky mess in your panties as you dry your hands off.

You grab a cold beer from the fridge, crack it open and pad towards him. He looks up at you then at the beer in your hand outstretched towards him “s’this for?” He asks with a curious smile on his face as he takes it from your hand.

“Just cos” you hum with an innocent little smile as you straddle him.

“I got the best wife huh” he says taking a quick swig of the beer as he places the it down on the side table to run his hands - cold and wet with the condensation of the bottle - up your legs, skimming just under your dress and resting on the curve of your ass.

“Hmmm yeah you do” a breathy laugh leaves you as your hands slide up his chest and around his neck. You lower your lips down to his, kissing him slow. Before pulling away ever so slightly “hey, thank you.. for today” you whisper looking into his eyes, your tone more sincere than before.

He looks between your pupils “for what baby?” He asks confused

“Just, y’know the store, being you, being my husband” you smile kissing the tip of his broad nose.

He smiles again that proud one “say it again” he asks, voice a little more soft. You laugh into him “my husband” you coo, emphasising the my. You feel his hips shift up at the word when you lean back down to kiss him.

He wraps one arm firm around your waist as the other slides up your back, his hand cradling your head. He deepens the kiss and you feel his tongue open your mouth up further. You comply, easily.

You feel that mess in your panties as your hips push down on him, feeling him harden under you. You feel his shaky exhale into your mouth when he feels the way your hips are grinding on him. He can’t help but rut his hips up into you. A small sigh leaves your mouth as your hands trail down his torso to rub firmly over his hardening length causing a sharp hiss to escape franks throat which you swallow in your mouth.

You wiggle your hip back a little to pull his half hard cock out. Keeping your eyes locked on his as you spit a string of saliva straight down that lands right on his tip and trickles down. You see Franks eyes grow wild when you wrap one hand around his cock, smearing your spit before you start pumping his cock up and down. The action pushing your tits together between your arms "s-so fucking pretty baby" he exhales lowly his eyes falling down to your tits then back up to your eyes.

"take your shirt off frank" you almost order, not without a flutter of your lashes of-course. He doesn't even respond with words, just quickly ripping his shirt over his head and throwing it behind the couch.

"so fucking pretty" you whisper teasingly in his ear mirroring his words. But he was, just so. fucking. pretty. His pretty big chest, littered in his pretty scars that your tongue and lips had spent hours upon hours running over as he told you the stories of most of them.

You give him one last kiss before you lift your hips up and sink down on the rug in front of him between his legs.

“Baby-wh-what are you doing” he exhales out sharply

“Shh, just want my husbands cock-keep watching the game” you smile as you hook your hands around band of his jeans and pull them down. His eyes still trained on you still, you see the little furrow in his brow and the twitch in his nose at the word.. husband as he lifts his hips to help you pull them off.

Your eyes fall down to his pretty cock, hard and beading with that delicious pre-cum. Your tongue darts out licking your lips, hungry for it. Leaning forward you like a stripe up the vein that runs from the bottom of his shaft up to the tip and lick up the pre-cum before wrapping your lips around him.

"g-gggod baaby" he drawls, his head falling back on the couch. You start bobbing your head up and down. Humming around his cock as you savour the taste of his cock. The vibrations causing his hips to twitch.

You look up at him, his cock in your mouth and see his heaving chest his fists balled tightly by his thighs like he doesn't know what to do with them. He looks down at you through hooded lids, mouth slightly agape as he watches you slobber over his cock.

Your cheeks hollow out as you suck his cock , pushing him further down your throat. Frank starts breathing deeper, you see the muscles in his abdomen tighten. You bring your hands up and place them over his balled fists and caress up and down soothing him before picking them up and placing them on the back of your head.

You pull your mouth off him, eyes locked on his, tilting your head to the side as you start placing little kisses from the bottom of his shaft up. Franks hands start to card through your hair, sweeping it out of your face before lightly keeping them at the back of your head as he holds you hair. "its ok frankie, use me" you whisper sweetly as you take his cock in your mouth again and push it down do the back of your throat causing you to gag a little. "oh-fuck honey" he grunts, hips twitching up as you feel his grip tighten - his resolve starting to form tiny cracks.

You bob up and down a few more times before you feel Frank gently push your head further down, you smile a little around his cock - your pussy crying tears of joy, so proud of your big man for using you. You guzzle his cock down as Frank pants above you, holding you in place as he fucks your mouth gently before you feel yourself being pulled off him. You look up at him, lips still glistening with your saliva and his pre cum.

Both of your chests heaving, breaths deep and heavy "need your pussy baby p-please" Frank pants out reaching forward he scoops you up lifting you as you wrap your legs around him. His lips are on yours in an instant, your tongues tasting each other, the kiss so desperate it’s like you both need each other more than air.

Frank walks you both back into the bedroom and drops you down before climbing on top of you. And like he cannot handle a split second of not being connected you his lips are on you, kissing and licking down your neck as his hands grab your dress to pull it off you.

He starts kissing lower before he feels your hands grab his face "baby please I need you" you pant "but bab-" he starts before you cut him off, as much as you love the feeling of his tongue licking through your pussy you need him, inside of you, desperately. "frank-please" you beg and he concedes. The first crack in the wall, and you see glimpses of your animal coming back.

He kisses back up to your lips, and you feel his hands pull your panties down, you bring your legs together for him to peel them off your legs before you spread them wide for him again to settle between them.

Your hands run up his big arms, hooking behind his neck to pull him closer down to you. "you sure baby?" he asks softly, looking deep into your eyes. "y-yyessss frankie-baby please" you whine as you grind your hips up and down his cock. Frank groans when he feels your soaked pussy slick up the shaft of his cock.

He kisses you deep as he lines up his tip right at your entrance and pushes in slowly. "christ-youre so fuckin warm and wet baby, all this for me?" He groans as he fills you to the hilt. You moan into his mouth "mhmm all for you frankie" you mewl at the stretch of his thick leaking cock.

He starts moving in and out of you in long slow strokes. You feel the drag of his heavy cock through your walls as he splits you open. "feel so fuckin good baby" you hear frank muttering to himself above you. Your eyes flutter open as you look up at him, at the way his eyes are screwed shut, with his teeth gritted like he was still holding himself back. Your hands run up his tense veiny forearms, one caged on the side of your head and the other fisted in the sheet beside you.

Your mind thinks back the bob in his throat and the shift of his hips when you called him your husband, and a bright idea comes to mind to help him let go.

You reach your hands up and cradle his big face and he opens his eyes "c'mon baby, be a good husband and fuck your wife" you coo, trying your best to hide your cheeky little smile between your kiss on his lips.

and Frank absolutely looses it - the wall of restraint bursting open as he literally whimpers dropping himself down to you pressing your bodies close, wrapping his brawny arms around you tight before he starts hammering his cock into you - rough and deep.

"goddamn it-fuck-" he breathes heavy before kissing you hastily. All tongue and teeth "my little wife wants to get fucked huh that it?" he rasps between kisses.

He's fucking into you so hard that you cant even form a full sentence "uh-fu-ck-yess-puh-lease" is all you can pant out with each brutal thrust forcing your body to jut up with your breathy whimpers between each syllable as tears prick through your waterline.

He thinks back to that mans comment and a small part of his brain wishes he was here to see just how good he fucks you."what kind of husband would I be huh, not giving my wife what she asks for" he grunts, like he was trying to fuck the title all the way deep inside of you. You look up and see that hunger set ablaze in his pretty brown eyes. There he is, your Frankie that you missed so much.

You feel that coil tightening fast deep in your belly at his eyes, pussy drunk on you. The way he's growling as he shoves his cock deep in and out of you pushing the air out of your lungs with each harsh thrust. "ffffuuuck m'gonna c-come baby-god-f-fill me up frankie-please-wanna b-be so full of my husbands cum" you cry out into his mouth.

'yyyyeeahh? god baby-gonna fill ma fuckin wife up-fuck-gonna be so fuckin full of me huh, my good little wife, my beautiful fuckin wife" he hoarsely whispers into your mouth like he’s chanting a prayer to whichever god gave him you.

"mmmfuckk baby, please please please i'll be such a good little wife for you-please-cum inside of me frankie" you whine out before your cunt starts clamping around his cock. Your words and your slutty little pleads send him over the edge "yeahyeahyeah fuck im cummin honey-christ-so fucking deep baby" frank grunts out like an animal as he slams his cock into you - your walls pulsing as you milk his creamy sticky warm cum out "you feel it baby? Yeah? So fuckin full honey thatsss it gonna take it all yeah? my pretty wifes gonna take it all” frank all but whines out. His arms wrapped tightly around you keeping you there like his little fleshlight as he fills you full of his seed.

Frank swallows your moans and mewls as your body writhes in his hold as you come down from your high. You feel Franks full weight drop on top you, crushing you a little but you welcome it as you tighten your legs and arms around him. He litters kisses down your jaw and neck while continuing his lazy rut of his hips.

You feel the the sticky mess between where the both of you are connected and smile. You feel franks heart hammering away in his chest as you run your hands up and down his upper back. You run your hands through his hair as you feel his lips dot kisses up your neck.

“Missed you baby” you coo gently

Frank lifts his head up to look at you “been right here honey” he says a little confused. “Missed you, like this” you clarify with a cheeky little smile. “Yeah? Missed fucking you like this” he says somewhat shyly as he presses a kiss on the side of your head.

“Why’d you stop?” You ask hesitantly after a moment of silence. He looks down at you for a beat before answering “I don’t know baby, just wanted to show you how much I love you” he says so sincerely it makes your heart bloom and he smiles at the way he feels you pulse around his length, still sheathed inside of you.

“Baby you show me every day how much you love me, you don’t have to hold back… I thought you were getting bored of me already..” you say that last line a little lower.

Frank looks at you like you’ve grown three heads “bored of you? Sweetheart, there is no version of me in any universe that would ever get bored of you” he coos placing another gentle kiss on your lips. “Where am I gonna find someone else who likes fighting with guys in grocery stores huh” he jokes a little and “shuttt uuuup” you smile.

He gives you another kiss before he sits up and pulls himself out of you. His eyes fall down to your cunt, hypnotised by the way his cum oozes out of your hole. He runs his hands up your thigh, and you see the way his softened cock starts twitching back to life at the sight of you.

“What is it?” You ask him nudging him with your foot. “Hm nothin, you just look so pretty when you’re full of me” he says breaking out of his trance.

"gonna get a towel honey" he sighs as he attempts to get up. You pull him back down to the bed and climb on top of him "I don't think we're done yet frankie" you whisper licking up his neck.

"you're gonna fuckin' kill baby" he says in a low chuckle and a slap on your ass before flipping you on your back. You hit the bed with a shreik as you laugh "let me clean you up a different way then huh, heard you got a his & hers special between your legs" he says, voice laced with mirth as he snakes his hand down and runs two of his thick fingers through the mix of the both of you and pushes his fingers inside of you making you moan. “Gotta taste it myself baby, see what all the fuss is about” he whispers as he makes his way down your body.

Yeah you both had a bit of catching up to do.

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a/n: I hope you guys liked this!! 🫣 lmk if yall wanna see more of husband Frank! Also this is like a semi healed version of Frank that lives rent free inside my head xx

(Sorry for any grammatical errors, I did proof read but I also have really bad period cramps rn and my brain was struggling)

stuckonaturner

Alex Turner @ Pistoia Blues Festival 2014

sochkila-side

better be quick then

i saw this on twt first and was consumed by feral thoughts of Frank because HELLOOOOO?? this is soooo frank coming home from work and NEEDING YOU. AH (link is to another tumblr - saw it on twt first but it’s gone and happened to find the same vid here, my brain also low key ignored the skin color of the persons legs lel)

warnings: smut, MDNI, 18+, PinV, quickie, kitchensex, creampie, desperate Frank, established relationship, PWP, mentions of Sarah David and Leo, idk I think that’s it 🫣

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It's early when you wake up to Frank's heavy footsteps trudging around the bedroom and his groan as he pulls on his cargo pants. You turn your head to the bedside and see the time 7:21 AM in big red digits "frankie? where you going?" you ask hazily, rubbing your eyes trying to blink away the sleep. He walks over to you and sits by you as he pulls his socks on "some shit happened on site baby gotta go in real quick" he sighs as he leans down to give you a kiss on your forehead. "huh-wha- isn't it saturday?.. it's Leo's birthday today?" you croak confused, your brain still catching up to speed. "I know baby, I won't be long. Just be ready, I should be home by 2 then we'll go" he says with another kiss.

Your eyes get a little less hazy and focus on frank in his cargos and tight t-shirt, he always look so good like this. You cant help the way your hands reach up and try to pull him back to bed. He falls half on top of you, his elbows caged around your head smiling down at you. "don't be late baby" you say in your slow sleepy voice that you know he loves before he feels your hand snake behind his neck pulling him down for a kiss "mhmm then stop making me late now sweetheart" he chides, giving you another kiss before standing up. Laughing at the way your hands plop down beside you in defeat, like a little spoilt brat who didn't get the toy she wanted. "Be ready by 2!" he calls out as he walks out of the bedroom before you hear the roar of his trucks engine get fainter as he back out of the driveway.

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You roll around in bed for a little while longer trying to get a few more hours of sleep. But your attempts are futile as you feel that little pool of want between your legs that you're trying your best to ignore. You could just take care of yourself, maybe torment frank in the process you think. But really, you want him and nothing else will come close. You sigh as you rip yourself out of bed and swing your legs out. You promised Sarah you would make cupcakes anyway so you might as well get a start on that.

After having breakfast you pile together all of the ingredients to make Leo's favourite cupcakes in a bowl and start mixing everything together. If you bake them now they'll have enough time to cool for you to ice them. After popping the tray in the oven you head back to the bedroom.

The theme is "summer high tea" and she was very specific about wearing "bright colours ONLY". You open up your closet and see the only dress that would fit the theme which is a pale butter yellow dress - so you pull it out and lay it on the bed. Opening up Frank's side of the closet you laugh to yourself a little because the brightest color shirt that man has is a blue button up. That'll have to do you think to yourself as you pull it out to iron for him. You hear the 'ding' of the oven after ironing both yours and Frank's clothes. So you pull out the cupcakes and busy yourself around the house, trying to get some weekend chores done so you and Frank can relax tomorrow.

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Frank however is far from relaxed - he got called in just because someone placed the wrong order of concrete and now he has to deal with a delay on the project and wrangle up the right materials to finish it plus a dozen bags of concrete he has no use for. After making some calls and sorting out the issue he slams his phone down and barks orders at his guys to make sure they finished the scaffolding and set the base by tonight.

He was still frustrated though, everyone’s questions was pissing him off. One in particular, one of the younger guys Benny (who Frank is quite fond of) had asked him in jest "damn sorry boss got you here on a Saturday, bet your girls pissed huh" he tried to joke. Frank however, was far from amused, he clenched his teeth hard - the muscles in his jaw feathering as he glared at Benny before walking off.

fuck. He'd left his needy girl in bed.. all alone.

His mind replays your sleepy voice, how warm and soft you were in bed. The way he felt your legs squirm under the covers and that hazey look you have in your eyes when you want him. He tried his best to stop himself from thinking about the way your moans sound like the sweetest sigh in the mornings when he fucks you so slow and deep when you’re still half asleep, keeping your back pressed to his chest... he tried to stop his thoughts he really did. But now there's a tent growing in his cargos and he needs to get. home. to. you. he needs you, he just hopes you waited for him.

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You don't know if it's time blindness or if you just had a really long shower, or both - but somehow you only have an hour before 2PM. You pull the dress over your head and do your make up and hair before heading back into the kitchen. Thankfully, it's just before 2PM when you finish icing the cupcakes. You let them sit while you go and fish out your shoes, you pull out a pair of your little red kitten heels and slip them on and clip clop back to the kitchen. Frank said be ready by 2, and who were you if not his good girl. You'd be ready by 2, shoes, cupcakes and all.

You're packing the cupcakes in the container when Frank walks back in the door. "Hey frankie, your shirts on the bed" you hum to him, eyes still placing the cupcakes in the container. You completely miss the way his eyes rake your body, setting his already burning hunger ablaze. Your cute little heels and pretty little dress, the way you have that apron tied around your waist and how it accentuates the curve of your ass and how you look like a perfect little housewife.

"Baby?" you turn around when you don't hear him respond, untying the apron and chucking it on the counter. He stalks over to you, his hands straight to your hips. His lips take yours rough and heated and you respond with the same intensity, your mouth opening for him on instinct "missed ya honey" he breathes out, pulling a fraction away from your lips as he trails his kisses down your neck, over your clavicle and over the swell of your tits.

“frankiee, we’re going to be late” you breathe out - your body betraying your words as your hands roam up franks arms, your fingers scraping through his hair. “mm we better be quick then huh baby” he grins as you feel him pull the strap of your dress down with his teeth causing your tits to spill out. He pulls the top of your dress down further, freeing your tits completely as his tongue instantly circles around your nipple. Your panties completely soaked now as he sucks your tits into his mouth, flicking the other between his fingers “christ-so fuckin perfect” he mutters into your chest. “turn around" he grunts, in an instant he spins you, facing you back to the countertop, he growls hungrily before licking a strip up your neck and you sigh in response.

You feel his hands everywhere, squeezing your tits before skimming down your body as you feel your dress being lifted up. Frank takes the yellow skirt of your dress, pushing it up before you feel his hands pulling your panties down, you feel his hand on your shin as he bends your knee to pull them completely off one leg. His arm snakes in front of your hips, holding you tight to him when you feel your feet being shifted further apart.

Looking down you see the tip of franks boot between your red heels pushing your feet apart, spreading you open for him. “Been thinking about this pretty little pussy baby, been driving me fuckin crazy” he pants out, reaching his hand lower you feel his thick fingers through your wet silky folds - still wet with your need from the morning and soaked from the way Frank was behaving like a hungry depraved animal. “Yeeeah fuck-knew she needed me too baby” he growls and you hear the zip of his cargo being pulled down. Your heart racing in anticipation, you feel the tip of his cock right at your entrance “you can take it yeah baby? my good girl I know you can” he pants in your ear behind you.

All you can do is nod as you let out a breathy whimper as he fills your desperate hole so full of him “ohh-fuuuuck Frank” you moan out feeling his hard length push into your gummy walls. Your hands fly to the edge of the counter top gripping on for dear life as Frank starts brutally pumping into you. “god-baby so fuckin wet for me huh? Left you like this all morning, what kind of fuckin asshole am I? left my sweet girl like this” he grits out between the wet sounds of your pussy kissing the base of his cock each time he pounds into you.

You’re mewling as your head tips back and you feel one of Franks large rough and calloused hands slide up your neck pulling you back up to him. Your back arching further, not wanting to lose the feel of his thick cock splitting your walls open. Your arms reach up, one grasping onto the back of his neck. The other reaching back around him to anchor yourself. You crane your neck up, your eyes watering as you look into his. “Mmfuck missed you so much baby, b-been waiting for you-fuck-so g-g feel so good” you cry out, your eyes begging for his lips on yours. And they’re on you in an instant, your tongues swirl together tasting each other.

Frank bunches your dress up higher as he snakes his hands down between your legs. His fingers find your swollen little clit - the graze of the pads over your sensitive nub makes your breath hitch as your hand on his neck slides up and grasps tighter into his hair.

“uh-yeah-right there frankie” you whine into his mouth as - your head bobbling as Frank fucks into you like an animal. “come for me cmon honey, all over my cock just like that” he grunts when he feels your walls start to flutter around his cock. The tight coil fraying deep in your belly pushing you closer. Your legs squirming as franks hold on you tightens, securing you in place - knowing you’re about to go.

And it snaps

You feel your knees buckle “nnggggoodddd m-fuck yess baby” you cry out, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “yeahyeahyeah fuck there you go baby there you fuckin go” frank pants like a crazed animal, not letting up on his bruising thrust as he reaches his own finish. “Gonna fill you up yeah baby? have you walkin around in this pretty little dress full of my fuckin cum ain’t that right?” he grunts, breath shaking. “-yessss please frankie wanna feel it pleaseee” you whine out, still coming down from your own high.

He pushes his cock into you once more before his hips still completely. You feel his sticky gooey cum flood your walls as his heavy torso falls forward on you, pushing you down to the countertop, the cold granite kissing your hot peaked nipples before you feel Franks hot hands cup each of your tits “Shit-fuck-baby” he groans as his hips slowly rut into you from behind pushing his seed further inside you.

You feel his his heart hammering inside his chest as he lays on you, his breath fans out on your bare upper back with each of his deep exhales. His wet lips dot kisses over your shoulder blades as he pulls his spent cock out of you. You whine a little feeling at the emptiness before he crouches down to feed your foot through your panties before pulling them back up your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he does so.

Frank leaves one final kiss on your hole before you feel the snap of your panties on your hips as he lets the band go. Standing up straighter you turn around to face him as he pulls your straps back up on top of your shoulders. Your own hands smooth the skirt of your dress down before you reach for the band of his briefs and tuck his softening tired cock back in. “Go shower baby, we gotta leave” you say with a pat on his chest and your blissful fucked out smile before you kiss him. You feel his hand behind your head keeping you there as he deepens the kiss. “Mmm yes ma’am, better keep those panties on, can’t have you dripping anywhere can we” he says lowly “yes sir” you whisper cheekily as you feel his palm squeeze your ass in response before walking down the hall to shower pulling his t-shirt over his head.

You watch him walk off smiling to yourself, atleast you got your cupcakes done you think.

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a/n: ok I’ll put myself in timeout now bye, hope yall likeeeeee xx

sochkila-side

Frank and his hothead (you)

Thinking about Frank and his hothead girlfriend, you're defending a hospitality worker and Frank defends you.

Warnings: racist character, verbal abuse of hospitality worker other than that none really - just protective Frank w.c: 780

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It’s a Saturday morning at your usual cafe, but they’re busy, busier than usual. Your sympathetic eyes meet the familiar ones of Maya. The sweet girl, who is usually behind the counter taking orders on Saturdays. She gives you an apologetic look, knowing that you and Frank have been waiting a little while. You wave your hands up telling her its okay -they’re all under the pump and you've worked in hospitality before so you know it's no ones fault. You had gotten to know her over the last few weeks, becoming a regular here. She had moved to America with her family a few years ago and you and Frank had a little soft spot for her.

captainluckycharm

suggestive/smut mdni

Part one

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older! neighbor jack who loves flinging you over his shoulder when you refuse to go to bed.

older! neighbor jack who would never raise his voice at you but would always let you know when he'd disappointed.

"'m not mad, honey. just disappointed."

"stop being a brat."

older! neighbor jack who isn't afraid to fix your attitude with his fingers deep inside of you.

"Sorry, honey. No cumming until i say so."

"don't be silly, you know what you did."

older! neighbor jack who loves cooking you breakfast shirtless, just so you get worked up and beg him to eat you on the counter.

older! neighbor jack loves receiving, but licking your pussy when he gets home from a long shift is the best feeling.

older! neighbor jack who catches you touching yourself in his bed, thinking he's still at work.

"Awh, don't be embarrassed sweetheart, keep goin' for me."

older! neighbor jack who can’t sleep unless you’re drooling on his chest.

older! neighbor jack who thinks you look like a baby bunny when you’re bouncing on his cock.

“so fucking cute bouncing on me like that, bunny”

“You gettin’ tired, bun? Just a little more for me and I’ll flip you over and get all up inside of you.”

older! neighbor jack who just thinks you’re the most precious girl in the world.

Knocking on his door even though you have a key, cooking breakfast when he’s tired, kissing anywhere he aches. He rewards you, of course.

older! neighbor jack who loves the feeling of your hands in his hair, combing through the soft greys. Sometimes he’ll even appear uninvited and lay across your lap just so you’ll do it.

older! neighbor jack who loves licking and sucking your tits.

“ugh, best fuckin’ thing I ever tasted”

You chastise him for talking with his mouth full.

older! neighbor jack who literally cums as soon as you call him daddy. :(

“Daddy please!!”

“Shit, don’t say that honey. I’ll fill ya up too fast”

starsstillstay

arena brisbane 2006

lyafilms

Family picture!

kkovenn

Interruptions

Frank Castle x Reader

Kkovenn’s Kinktober 2025 (Ao3) - Cockwarming, Distracted Sex || Word Count: 10,540

General Masterlist | Kinktober 2025 Masterlist

TAGS: service top!frank, frank and reader are engaged to each other, mentions of wedding planning, sex as stress relief, frustration from r because of distractions, faux choking (franks hand on reader's throat without any pressure), accidental and unintentional edging, reader takes a while to come, some shame abt it but frank dispels the thought, reader throws a hissy fit but frank handles it best he can and hes a good sport abt it, 2 pussy pronouns im sorry, mating press, clean up and aftercare yay

TAGLIST: @gumdropgirl, @yakydrah, @theladyblackfyre, @starlord3000, @final-sights

tojisteddy

untitled unmastered

or: simon fucks the brat out of you.

cw: 2.1k words (omfg), mdni 18+, smut with tiny plot, harddom!simon, dub-con, brat taming, edging, dacryphilia, p in v, vibrator, spanking, daddy kink, ddlg dynamics, (lite) degradation, dumbification, squirting, pet names

a/n: I didn’t have a title for this, my bad. There was a chunk of words missing double my bad.

Simon doesn’t do brats.

Plain and simple.

Truthfully there was only enough room for one brat— him. He knew but he was kinda shitty, lovingly shitty (only to you, everyone else didn’t get it) and Fish on Simons good days (the dog that he swore was yours and yours alone because he truly was an annoying little shit).

Simon didn’t have the temper for them.

The blonde didn’t know where the little attitude came from, your period was weeks off, and the man himself (who admittedly had a track list of making you cry ((in the past-ish)) hadn’t done it this time.

But Jesus, you’d spent so long cursing up a storm at him, rolling your eyes and doing the exact opposite of he told you to do— looking back, he let you. He’d let you huff and puff like you’d blow that brick house down, you of all people, his precious Princess, would never get the reaction you wanted out of him.

It’d go on and on, and on till you’d finally notice the silence radiating off of the blonde and the large mahogany front door of the house locks with a ‘click.’

There’s a bone chilling, ‘snap’ as you two stood in the foyer, Ghost pointed his large index finger towards the couch, “Sit.”

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