Hey, it's May! Orpheus and Eurydice enthusiast, Writer, (journalist at the daily planet) lover (Frank Castle's girlfriend, Jack Abbot's wife) and ugly crier.
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For anyone worried because they write the same trope more than once: I love that shit. I will love that first one and I will still be excited for the thirtieth one. Let these idiots do the same thing over and over again. We deserve that.
Synopsis: After patching Frank up and making some intimate realizations with each other, Frank returns to finish what he started.
Content Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral r!recieving, p in v, fingering, he talks you through it, girl idk i just need him so bad.
AN: rare post of smut because y'all have been on my case about a part 2 since February!! part one originally requested by @cultvenuss part two was requested by a bunch of people tagged below <3
Frank showed up at your door two days later. It was longer than you expected him to be, but when you heard the knock you ran as fast as you could to the door. You only remembered your rule to check the peephole for safety after opening the door with haste, so you were more than lucky that it was just Frank standing on your doormat.
"Hey."
"Hey, sweetheart." he presents you with the softest smile, hands clasped politely in front of him. If it weren't for the bruises littering his face he might have looked like a respectable gentleman.
You open the door a little wider for him to step inside, and he does so, watching you close as you close it behind him. When you turn back around to face him, his eyes are questioning, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"So," he grumbles, his split lip healing over nicely.
You move forward and hug him, your arms over his shoulders as you tug him into you. And seconds later you feel his arms snake around you, holding you close. He is warm, and he smells good. Freshly showered, the scent of him fills your nose.
"i like it when you show up alive." you mumble against the crook of his neck, feeling the vibrations of his chuckle against your chest. Your feet are off the ground as he holds you to him, the tips of your socked feet occasionally brushing the ground.
"I haven't shown up dead yet." Frank gives you a squeeze, and you attempt the same with your arms around his neck.
"You show up half dead all the time though." you add, slipping back to the floor as you pull back and Frank releases you. His hands stay on your hips, thumbs tracing up and down in the way you've grown to like.
"Not this time." he tilts his head, almost playful despite the topic and his usual gruffness.
You can't stop the smile that fights it's way to your lips. "Try and make a habit of it then." you place a hand on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. He's alive. He's okay.
"Still owe you for patching me up." Frank mumbles, and you know what he's implying.
"You never paid me back for the fifty other times I put you back together either." You tease, and Frank frowns.
"I'll make it up to you." his hands squeeze at your hips and a shiver runs through you. You step closer to him, wanting to breathe in his scent once more.
"I'm waiting."
Frank doesn't need much more than that. He pulls you in closer, head ducking to bring his lips to yours. The kiss feels better than the first one you had days before. The anticipation of having it taken from you the first time just made you want it more, and now that you have him, you can't get enough. Frank seems to feel the same, hands gripping tighter as your mouth opens to him. You feel him shudder as his tongue explores yours, fighting for dominance.
You pull back, breathless, and take a step back from him, testing the waters. He looks slightly confused, dazed from the feeling of you, until you take more steps back, toward the bedroom. Frank follows wordlessly.
He's a dog at your beck and call, and he's well aware of the weakness you are to him as he steps foot in the bedroom behind you, hands reaching out desperately. You step into them, pushing up on your toes to kiss him again.
His fingers run through your hair, bunching it up in his fists and releasing it as you laugh against his lips. He's so infatuated with you it's almost embarrassing. At least it would be if his brain wasn't entirely blurred by the thought of you.
He leads you back toward the bed, allowing your fingers to grasp the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. He's got new banadages for all the wounds you patched up, and he watches your eyes scan over them with approvel.
"You don't even need me, you clean yourself up just fine." your fingers run gently over a set of stitches as Frank shakes his head. His hands run up and down your arms, teasing the straps of your tank top.
"Always need ya." he mumbles, and it's not entirely for you to hear, though you pick up the words anyway.
Your fingers brush lightly against his skin, tracing pointless patterns until Frank leans down to kiss you again. His lips are chapped, but gentle as he plays with the bottom of your shirt, asking silently.
You lift your arms in answer and he tugs the fabric over your head just as you did to him. Frank hums, eyes flicking over you quickly before pulling you close to him. The skin of your torso against his, his lips on the skin of your neck. He trails lower, leaving a path of heat along your shoulder, your collarbone. He reaches the swell of your breasts and looks up, eyelashes fluttering with lust. It makes your stomach roar with a whole zoo worth of emotions and your hands grip his hair, unsure what to do.
"You okay pretty girl?" the nickname and the soothing deepness of his voice sends a shiver racing down your spine. But you nod, breathing hard.
"I'm great." you manage, knowing Frank would scold you for a lack of verbal confirmation. He continues his path of kisses, and you reach your hands behind your back, letting go of him in favor of undoing your bra. It releases easily for once, and you think it might know just how important this moment is to you.
Frank pauses, making his way back up. He kisses each of your breasts before bringing his lips back to yours. He kisses you once before pulling back to examine your face.
He walks you backward until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You grin, wide and excited, a feeling that must transfer to Frank as his own lips upturn. You feel his hands slide down you, over your shoulders, your breasts, your sides. Then he lifts you up, and throws you back onto the bed. A startled laugh leaves you, your fingers reaching toward the button of your jeans.
Frank's hand comes to rest over yours as he leans over you. "Let me do it. Please."
You move your hand out from under his, and allow him to undo the button, and slide down the zip. He does so slowly, chuckling at the way you squeeze your thighs together. You groan in protest when he pulls your jeans off slowly, trying to shimmy out of them faster.
"Patience doll, we'll get there."
But he picks up the pace a bit for you, pulling your jeans off the rest of the way, your socks going with them. It's at this point in any intimacy where you usually feel uncomfortable, insecure. Every other time you've done this, you've felt the awkward urge to cover up. But not now. Frank's eyes scan over you from above, appreciating every part of you, from the boring black cotton panties and bra, to the miles of skin on display for him. You reach out for him and he obliges, hands on either side of your head as he holds himself above you. Your hands pull him down further, forcing some of his weight onto you despite the fact he seemed to be attempting to prevent such a thing. You kiss his neck, breathing in everything you can, surprised when he lets out a groan.
"You okay?" you ask, pausing your kisses in favor of scanning your eyes over his face.
Frank nods, eyes closing. "Yeah, you're just doin' things t'me."
Sure enough, one glance downward reveals the tent in his pants. Feeling more emboldened than ever before, you grab his wrist and lean it down between your legs. His fingers lightly brushing the fabric of your panties has you wanting to arch your back, but you hold the feeling in as best you can, dragging his hand lower to the damp patch that grows on your panties. "You're doing things to me too." you say, his eyes opening, pupils more dilated than than before. You let go of his wrist, but he keeps his hand where it is, two fingers dragging harshly from your slit to your clit over your panties.
A moan escapes you, and you involuntarily buck down toward his hand.
Frank brings his mouth down to your ear, repeating the motion with his fingers and making you release a similar sound from before. "Atta girl." he mumbles, before sliding his hand under the fabric of your underwear. The direct contact of his fingers where you need him most has you wanting to scream, but you hold back, letting out a rather shameful muffled sound.
"I'm liking those sounds, sweetheart." he says as the large pads of his calloused fingers rub circles over your clit.
You wish you had something witty to say back, but you've got nothing but a quiet sigh as Frank increases the pressure of his fingers against you.
Before you can get too comfortable with the sensation, Frank removes his hand from between your legs. Your eyes snap open to see him looking down at you, "I got something else in mind, sorry doll."
"Remember what you owe me, Castle." you groan as Franks hands come down to the edge of your panties, tugging lightly.
"I haven't forgotten." Frank says in answer. You lift your hips to give permission and Frank pulls your panties down your legs, holding them in a fist once he's got them off of you in a grip so tight it could kill.
His gaze falls to the space between your legs, the entirety of you now laid bare for him, and he lets your underwear fall from his grip and onto the floor somewhere. His lips part, want clear in his eyes as he kicks his shoes off and reaches out for your legs. He pushes your knees apart, large hands in complete control of you. You are putty in his hands as he kneels, tugging you toward the end of the bed.
"You don't have to," you say suddenly, reminders of past boyfriends disinterest in the act taking over your thoughts. "if you don't want to, I don't mind."
Frank widens your legs, frowning up at you as you lean back on your elbows. "Never wanted something more in my life."
His words arouse you more than anything ever has, but before you can answer, a sudden 'Oh.' falls out of you.
Franks mouth is on you, a man wasting no time. It's warm and harsh, the assault of his tongue. His lips find your clit and suck hard, causing you to see stars before his tongue runs soothing circles over it.
"Frank," you reach down to grab his hair, your moan of his name only spurring him on. He moves harder, faster, nose bumping rough against your clit as his tongue prods at your entrance. He pushes it inside, tasting, groaning into you and sending a gorgeous buzzing sensation right to your brain.
You writhe, unable to stop the movement as he devours you, and Franks arms wrap hard around your thighs to keep you steady as he pushes his tongue in again. His nose moves so deliciously against you that you begin to see black spots in your vision, and when he moves back up to suck hard on your clit again you grip his hair so tight he grunts into you.
"Frank, I'm...I can't..."
He pauses for only a moment to release almost animalistic groan, "C'mon baby, let me really taste ya."
You oblige. You don't have a choice. You cum hard, for the first time on a man's mouth and Frank takes everything you have to give him with nothing but greed. His hands squeeze your thighs appreciatively.
"Doing okay, sweetheart?" he asks, fingers daringly teasing your entrance. You reach out, wanting him closer, and he listens crawling up you with lingering touches, until his lips meet yours once more. His body presses against yours, one of his hands supporting himself so that he doesn't fully crush you, though you wouldn't mind if he did.
You feel the fabric of his jeans brushing your legs, "If you don't get those damn pants off I swear to god.” You say against his lips, your hands dipping between you to undo the button of his jeans. Frank allows it, breathing a sigh, "yes ma'am."
He shuffles away from you to take off his pants and socks, and finally his boxers. When he leans back over you now, you feel a new anticipation building. His hands roam over you as you kiss him again, wanting nothing more but to consume him entirely. Frank's hand slowly trails lower, until it's between your legs again. "You still okay?" he asks, lips brushing your ear before pulling back to look in your eyes.
"Better than okay." you reassure, hands grasping at his shoulders. You try to avoid any of the injuries he has, not wanting to delay the healing, but that thought goes out the window as soon as two of Frank's fingers slip inside you. You gasp, gripping him tighter.
"How ‘bout now ?" he whispers, voice shaky as his fingers sink deeper into you.
"mhmm." is all you can muster, as he begins to move his fingers in and out hard and fast, opening you up to him. He kisses you once, twice, on the corner of your mouth, before bringing his focus to just looking at you as his fingers curl inside. You can tell he enjoys the way your expression changes with each knuckle deep thrust, his mouth agape in wonder. Each press of his fingers to that spot deep within you has you arching and groaning helplessly and Frank revels in every sound. "There you go, you got it baby. Know you do." his fingers curl again, making quick work of you as you reach your second orgasm. You cry out, clutching his arms, clawing at him as he helps you ride out your high with love bites and soft encouragement. “Doing good f’me pretty girl.” Frank hums into your cheek, your eyes rolling back with his praise.
You feel the hard length of him pressing against your leg, but he gives you a moment, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. He watches your chest rise and fall with a few shaky breaths, eyes raking over your overstimulated frame with hunger. Then, he nudges your legs a little further apart, grabbing one of your legs by the thigh and lifting it up to his hip. "You wanna go for three? Or are ya gonna tap out on me?"
"Don't go easy on me now, Frankie." you pant, and you can see the nickname has an effect of him. A strong one by the sound he makes at your words. You take a deep breath as Frank lines himself up, pushing inside at long last. His breathing falters from above you as he sinks in to the hilt, before pulling back out again. You dig your fingers into the skin of his back when he pushes back in, establishing a rhythm of pure bliss for the both of you. You’re more overstimulated than you’ve ever been, but you work through it quickly, his grunts matching your moans. Your legs come to wrap around him, allowing him in deeper, and the groan he lets out is the filthiest thing you've ever heard.
"Harder," you manage to whimper against him, "Harder, please."
Franks shudders at your words, a hand cupping your face. "That's my girl." he practically purrs, before giving you exactly what you asked for. He slams into you, the passion of his thrusts vibrating through you as you dig your heels into him hopelessly.
His hand comes down between you, pressing onto your clit and rubbing harsh, fast circles as he continues to rut into you. "Need you with me," he utters, dragging himself in and out of you.
"I'm with you." you sob against his shoulder, teeth scraping against him, every part of you in need of something to latch onto you. "I'm so close." you whine, fingers digging deeper into his skin.
"Doin’ so good, Honey. C'mon."
You cry out as he somehow thrusts deeper, rubbing with steady pace against your clit until you’re on the edge again, allowing the waves of pleasure to take you over the side. You're pulled into the current of it, clinging to him as he keeps pumping into you, letting you ride him through your high before he reaches his own. He pulls out, spilling onto the sheets between you.
You gasp for air as his hot breath brushes your collarbone, his body collapsing beside you. But Frank is only apart from you for a second, before his arms gather you up and pull you into him, tight against his chest. You listen to the strong beat of his heart, throwing a weak leg over his hip as you bring your gaze to his.
"Stay the night?" your question is quiet, and you can't help but wonder if this means the same for him as it does for you.
Frank's eyes caress every part of you, and there's a softness to them, an affection, that spreads warmth in your chest. No one has ever looked at you like that before.
"No place I'd rather be." he mutters, pressing a kiss to your hair. His fingers trace patterns on the skin of your arm, and you should both get up and shower, but staying here a little longer doesn't feel so bad.
Your heartbeat begins to slow down at long last, no longer trying to break though your chest. The warmth of Frank's chest soothes you, and you feel safer than you ever have before. You pull away, despite your body protesting, and free yourself from Frank's gentle grip. He grunts, trying to pull you back.
"I'm going to have a shower." you laugh, as you push off the bed, walking toward the bathroom. You glance over your shoulder as you reach the door, smiling back at the man in your bed.
"You can come if you want."
Frank hums, sitting up. "Don't mind if I do."
tagging everyone that asked for part two: @darken-sunshine @ubematchalatte @w1ld-card @strayedsouls @appledog007 @lovekk2plus @wnterflcon @missbrock12345
GENERAL TAGLIST: @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss @hiya-itsamber @s00buwu
The really unfortunate thing about mental health progress is that sometimes you realize you've made it in the form of "wow, I haven't felt this bad in a fucking while"
occasionally, you will discover an artist who drew roughly 300 beautiful pictures of your favorite characters over the course of a month and then never touched them again. you must accept this as a gift.
i wrote three frank castle fics today, or should i say yesterday and today because it's literally 5am. I stayed up till 5am writing frank castle fanfic. Prepare to be fed because mommy has been cooking and now she is tired.
god I'll never be over this. dana who instinctually uses touch to comfort, but stops herself, pulls back. realizing that the last thing ilana needs is another pair of hands on her without her consent. ilana sighing out some of her tension right after. ily dana :(
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