i just imagined like frank has been controlling himself all day because reader is busy or has something to do and at the end he just collapses
thank you!!
omg yyyeessss, love this idea!
It was a looooonnngg day, which normally wouldn't be an issue for Frank. He was a grown man, he could be patient. The problem was that you had worn that black dress with the neckline just a little lower than usual and you had that one gold necklace that was dangling right between your tits in a way that made Frank go cross-eyed and he'd only gotten about a 3.5 second glimpse of it before you grabbed a banana, pecked him on the cheek and darted out in the morning, leaving a cloud of violet perfume in your wake. He'd had to shake the thought out of his head and readjust himself in his pants, barely managing a "Be safe sweetheart," as you closed the door behind you. You had sent him a selfie or two throughout the day, that fucking necklace taunting him in each one, and it only served to make him more needy than ever.
By the time you walked back in the door that evening, you were on a Facetime call with your mom, giving Frank a kiss hello but continuing to gab. He was desperate to get his hands on you but had the decency to just let his hand linger a second longer on your ass while your mom was still on the line. He needed a cooling breath through his nose like a bull, gnawing at the inside of his cheek while trying to psychically impart a look to you that said "I need you my lap right now." You talked for another hour.
By the time you hung up the phone, you heave a dramatic, joking sigh and say "omg I am STARVING." As needy as the man was, Frank is always gonna keep you fed so he cooked and prepared dinner while you tapped out a few more emails on your laptop. When you'd finally had a chance to eat, your phone lights up with a notification and you let out a gasp, "Oh shit! I was supposed to feed Gemma's cat!" Frank, a desperate man, does what he isn't proud of and says "Nah, cat's fine alright?," desperation coloring every word, "They're resilient. Got nine lives and shit, yeah?" and you just give him a screwy look. He offers to go run the errand for you (and he means literally run, as fast a humanly possible) but you remind him that the cats hates him and that you'd be back in 30 minutes.
At this point, Frank needs to burn energy or he will combust so he lifts the heaviest weights he can find for 25 minutes, saving the last five minutes for a quick shower in which he had to talk himself out of relieving himself under the warm stream.
True to your word, you're back in 30 minutes and Frank is bee-lining to you, cupping his big hands around your face and giving you the longest, most sensual kiss he ever had, finally pulling away and resting his forehead on yours, muttering a hushed "fuck."
You look up at him, face still cupped in his hands, and ask "Wanna go get frozen yogurt?"
Frank's face crumples comically. Had you ever seen his face crumple before? His shoulders slump and his head lolls back to look to the heavens and he sinks to his knees and grips your hips in his hands and he says, "Please," a whine you'd never heard from him, "Sweetheart, I can't wait another fuckin' second." His rests his head on your stomach and says to the floor "I gotta fuck you before I go blind and dumb, alright? I'm in misery sweetheart."
"Oh my god," you reply in a breathy chuckle, "come on, up big guy," you coax him to his feet and cup his face in return. His face looks pained and he's already got his hands back on your hips and traveling north.
"Can I..." he starts, "please I gotta.." he mumbles, looking you in the eye for confirmation, which you provide with an affirming nod. Like a powder keg he bursts into motion, hunching to grab you behind the legs and wrap them around his middle, rushing you to the bedroom while he says "oh fuck thank you sweetheart, thank you, you're a fuckin' angel."
How do you think Frank would react to reader wanting to try anal?
I can see her being quite shy or timid about it all but I also think he would be one hell of an ass man 🙂↕️
My personally held belief is that Frank LOVES anal but his personal code of honor is that he'd never bring it up first. Frank steers the ship quite a bit in the bedroom, really taking the lead and knowing your boundaries and such but anal is the one area where he needs to be SO CERTAIN that you want it to ever consider attempting it that he'd only proceed if you brought it up first.
(goes without saying that if you're not into this then.... dont keep reading)
You'd barely managed to choke out the words, feeling the heat in your chest and cheeks as you said it. You were wrapped up in Frank's arms, your naked bodies tangled and sticky with your head resting on Frank's expansive bicep. You were drawing invisible shapes on Frank's chest and grateful that you didn't have to look him in the eye.
Frank was mindlessly tapping your ass but he stills at the question.
"That somethin' you really want sweetheart?" he asks, his tone low in the dark room.
"I think so, yeah. Would it be... something you want to try?" you ask tentatively, biting at your lower lip and fearful he'd shut the idea down. He lets out a long, low exhale through pursed lips like it was a loaded question. You didn't think he could see you but he somehow manages to know you were gnawing at your lip, using his thumb to tug your lip from behind your teeth with a tut.
"Listen mama, you gotta understand that my worry is I'm gonna hurt you," he replies and he was right, you did understand that. You knew that would be his concern.
"I know but I trust you. You've never hurt me before," you offer. It was a bit of a white lie. Frank was big and powerful and that extended to the bedroom. It was never intentional but a bruise or an ache happened-- with frequency if you were honest.
"We both know that ain't true," Frank replies, and you can hear the regret in his voice. No matter how much you insisted that an occasional bruise or ache was a price you'd happily pay for the pleasure Frank provided, he still hated himself for it.
"You know what I mean," you push him, refusing to let him indulge in that narrative, "I know you'd be careful. You'd keep me safe."
Frank sat with that a moment. It wasn't a matter of desire. Frank wanted it just as much if you did, if not more. Bu Frank didn't play with your safety and comfort, even if it meant denying himself. He already needed to practice so much restraint with you and a moment of indulgence often ended up with you aching the next day.
"Sweetheart," he starts and your hope drops just a little at his tone, "I ain't exactly small, you know that. My size may be a barrier here doll," he explains.
You let out a great sigh that feels like disappointment. You weren't convinced of Frank's argument even though you knew it's what he would say.
"Hey hey," Frank says as he jostles you a little, landing a pat or two on your ass when he senses your dejection, "I ain't saying no altogether sweetheart." He uses his thumb to tilt your face up to him for the first time since the conversation started. He cups your jaw and studies your face.
"I just..." you start, forcing yourself to keep looking at him, "want to feel you... There." Just saying the words has you feeling wet again and you arch your back just a hair to feel the press of your core on his thick thigh. He instinctively tugs you more flush against him, pressing his thigh up in reply.
"Fuck baby I--" he starts, eyes searching your face when it's pinched in need, "'Course I want that. You fuckin' kiddin' me? Just don't wanna hurt you. Not like that."
Your breath picks up at hearing his desire for it. Imagining the pleasant, stinging stretch of him there. You roll your hips a little more, the press of Frank's hand on your low back giving you the pressure you need to coat his thigh in slick. "Take what ya need doll," he murmurs, almost like an afterthought as he swipes his thumb along your jaw.
"We can go slow," you offer, your voice strained as you feel the friction on your clit. "Maybe just a finger to start?" The idea has you choking out a soft whine, squeezing your eyes shut as the build begins in your belly.
Frank's chest rumbles at the suggestion, his brow furrowing as he watches your face unravel as you ride his thigh. "Mmm," he offers, a small affirmative for the plan, "Finger first," he agrees, letting his other hand anchor on your hip to help you move.
You nod to acknowledge you've heard him, too focused on the building pleasure to be distracted. Your movements are still small, not doing it for show but because denying the need would feel like combusting.
"We go slow," we reiterates, feeling like having you on his thigh, so desperate for release, was almost like coercion to agree to his terms. "We stop the second you feel pain, that understood?" he asks, eyes locked on your face. He momentarily felt like someone sober watching someone else high. Your face was tight but floaty, your jaw slack but set.
You nod again, hearing him but as if through a pane of glass. You were so close-- a mixture of your slick and his cum from moments ago making your movements glide gently.
"Eyes on me sweetheart," he says with authority that made you comply without thinking. You find his eyes, your own brows pinched and your chest pressed against his while it rose and fell. He removes the hand from your waist and cups your face again, his touch soft and chaste despite the lewd way you rode him.
"Good girl, almost there," he encourages you quietly. He plants a long kiss on your mouth, your strangled whine muffled in the action. He watches you grind for another moment, pulling his head back to get a better look at the way your body writhes as you ride him, your transparent desire on display for him. It's the confirmation he needed. It's the thorough convincing that the idea of him inside you, in that way, was born of want and desire and need. So much need that you needed relief at just the idea of it.
"Tomorrow," he promises you and you whine, a strangled cry from your throat like you were being robbed. He tuts and shushes you, swiping his thumb along your jaw and pressing it gently into your mouth for you to suckle, comfortable with disappointing you in favor of prepping you more thoroughly with time.
"Promised we were gonna do this right, huh?" he reminds you, the scolding doing as much to turn you on as it does to chide you. You nod like a good girl and bury your face in his chest, feeling the broad press of his thumb on your tongue. He rests his chin on the top of your head and reaches low, pressing his thumb gently but firmly on your puckered hole now, enough to apply blissful pressure that made stars shoot behind your eyes as you came fast and hard on his thigh.
Just as soon as he pressed it, he removes his thumb, hugging you close to him as you shuddered and whined, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, saying "S'ok doll, let it out. It's a big one. Then you need rest."
SUMMARY: You come home for 2 weeks during the Summer. But it ends far too fast for your liking. Mainly for Frank's.
Ingredients: 18+ MDNI, No use of y/n, slight angst all throughout, fade-to-black smut, established relationship (boyfriend and girlfriend), reader is a international travelling doctor, mentions of injuries and medical related treatments, fluff here and there, let's sprinkle some more angst on there, bittersweet ending, not proof read!!!
Calories: 2.2k
Chef's Note: Not fully sure on this one, but I'm not fully disappointed about it. :)
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The airport was completely stacked to the brim with people heading off for the holidays as Summer hit quick and heated. Frank stood in at the gate you were meant to be walking out of any second now. His hood was half way up and his hand was tightly crumpled around a bouquet of flowers, your favourites. For the past 5 months he has missed you more than a man probably should miss his girlfriend, but you were off saving lives. While he... took them. Yeah so how the hell did he even get a lover like you? He doesn't remember.
When the overhead speakers announced your planes arrival, he stood up straighter and took in a deep breath. Soon people started filtering out of the gate, but Frank was looking only for your face. and soon enough, he found it. He nearly shot his hand up and waved like a child. But he kept his hand down and his smile in check. However, as soon as you started full on running towards him, he only took a few steps forward to meet you in a tight hug. He picked you up and spun you for a small moment before putting you back down, just staring at you.
"Hi Frankie..."
"Hey pretty lady. Thought you'd never show up." You laughed before cupping his face and pulling him down to connect your lips together. Frank was very open to it, holding your waist tightly while he used 3 spare fingers to still hold the bouquet. Which soon noticed.
"These for me?"
"A'course they are. Wouldn't get them for any other." You gently took them from his hand and observed them. Gorgeous, like always.
"Aww, thank you. They're beautiful. I will take a photo of them later to show all my colleagues."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Because I brag about my amazing boyfriend all the time but they never believe me." Frank lets out a small, genuine chuckle before he grabs your duffle bag from you, throwing it over his shoulder.
"You didn't leave with another suitcase did you?"
"Nooo, but I came back with a new one."
Soon enough the both of you were in his truck and on the way back to his apartment. Well, both of yours apartment but since you travelled so much it was practically just his. That thought always made his heart ache because he truly did want you to be home more, with him. In his arms, in his view. When you were all the way in Europe or Africa or Asia, he couldn't love you properly. He couldn't touch you, kiss you, make sure you were safe. All the things he craved to do 24/7.
"You know... I really missed the city." Frank glanced at you before focusing back on the road, he wasn't sure how to respond. But, he definitely took it in mind. "But I definitely know the thing I missed the most was our lay-ins. Waking up every day and you weren't there..."
You trailing off was all Frank needed to know the missing of each other was mutual. He tossed and turned every time he was alone in bed, he would start talking to you even though you were across the world, he was going mad. Mad without you. Mad without the calming and loving presence of you.
"I know sweetheart. I know. But hey, you're here now. We can spend every fuckin' moment together."
When you arrived at the apartment, Frank took all of your suitcases for you, not allowing you to carry ONE. He wanted you to relax while you're home, not do labour. What kinda boyfriend would make his working hard girlfriend do labour on her holidays huh?
"You didn't have to do all that Frankie."
"Yes I did."
"No."
"Yes."
You gave up and sighed before unlocking the door and allowing both of yourselves in. The apartment hadn’t changed one tiny bit. It still smelt the same of your lavender oils and Frank’s gunpowder. A perfect mix.
“Ohh, I’ve missed this place way too much.” You practically skipped inside and collapsed right onto the couch face first. Frank chuckled behind you as he put down your suitcases by the wall of the hallway. He could already feel his world getting brighter than it was before.
You were finally home, in his presence, in arms reach. Perfect. Everything he has been waiting the past 5 months for, and now it’s all here.
“Well the place has missed you too. But not more than I have.” He then proceeded to collapse onto you, not hard enough to break your bones, but hard enough that he feels like a weighted blanket being thrown upon you. A comfort.
“Oof! Frankie… Warn a girl next time.”
“Heh, sorry beautiful. But last time I checked, my girl loved bein’ crushed.” You felt your face heat up beyond the point of saving. He should be lucky that you loved him far too much, because if you didn’t, you’d smack him.
“Asshole.”
“I love you too.”
That night, the two of you unpacked your things, shared a shower, had dinner and went to bed. Nothing special, just keeping each other close. But Frank woke up to realise something… Just because you were home, it didn't mean you stopped, well, working.
As he woke up at 2 in the morning to find you not in bed and hearing you wander around the house whispering quietly.
You were on the fucking phone.
So he quietly got up, making sure the bed didn't creak too much as his feet planted themselves onto the floor. He could feel his chest tensing up already, the idea that you’d have to be flown out early like last time lingered. He just got you back, ain't even been 24 hours since he brought you home.
Frank stood in the doorway, watching your silhouette move around, only your face lit up by your phone light.
“Make sure to clean her wound thoroughly, yeah? The bandages somehow always come off of her and I don't want her having another infection. Yeah… No no you’re fine for calling me, I understand.”
Frank doesn't.
“Yeah, yeah goodnight. Goodnight, bye.” As soon as you hung up and turned, you immediately jumped out of your skin. “Frankie! Jesus Christ…”
“Sorry… heard ya’ whisperin’. And you uh… weren't in bed.”
“I’m sorry, a work call came up. One of the kids has another nasty wound, they wanted to double check with me on a few things, that's all.” Frank slowly nodded.
“What other work do you uh, gotta do while you're home?” You could already sense the disappointment radiating off of him. Yes, it was meant to be time for you both to make up for, but your work was… important.
“Just two reports and that's it honey.”
“How long will they take?”
“Maybe…a day each? We’ll still have plenty of time to do stuff though.” He nodded again, but slower than before. He always hated having the thought of going and getting a real job, maybe a construction worker and getting enough money to support you both so you didn't have to work such big jobs internationally. But the right side of his head knew how much you loved that job, how important it was to your entire being.
“Alright, come back to bed now though, yeah?” You forced a soft smile.
“Okay cuddlebug.”
As soon as the two of you laid down, he wrapped both of his arms around you tightly. Tight enough where you couldn't leave the bed again, work calls be damned now, you needed rest and he needed you close.
Win-Win situation.
He hates those reports and he’s not even the one writing them. He’s barely even got to look at your face not illuminated in blue screen the entire day. Yeah, it’s different from last time where the apartment was just silent. At least he has the sound of your fingertips clicking and clacking against your laptop keyboard but the loneliness was still felt by him in a heavy weight.
“How those uh… reports goin’?”
“They are a pain in my ass. But sadly necessary. So just one word at a time.”
“...Right.” He then focused back onto cleaning his gun, his grip turning white knuckled. He feels like a kid being told no on wanting candy. And he truly does hate that feeling. Because you weren't candy, you were his girlfriend. Who had a heart of gold, and all he felt like he was doing was infecting it.
Maybe he was right about wondering how you both got together. And how it was even lasting like this. But his thoughts froze as soon as he felt your hands slide over the back of his shoulder blades, over his shoulders then onto his chest. Back hugs… he missed those.
“The first report is all finished, so I’m all yours.”
“For the rest of the day?”
“Rest of the day.” Your lips planted a kiss onto his cheek, it held all the synonyms of love that ever existed. And Frank heard and felt each one go from his cheek right to his heart. And maybe a tad bit lower…
“Then, what’d you wanna do?” You shrugged, your arms still staying tight around him.
“I’m fine with anything as long as we don’t burn alive in that horrific sunlight.”
“How about just sweatin’?” Your eyebrow raised slightly.
“How so?”
“You fine with sweatin’ today?”
“Uh, sure. Just not overly sweaty–”
“Good enough for me.” The next thing you knew was you were picked up and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Frank's strength never ceased to amaze you, really.
“Frank!”
“Quiet up there. I’ve missed you for 5 whole fuckin’ months, so we’re gonna go have sweaty fun.”
“Please never call sex that, ever again.”
“No promises.”
“Ugh…”
The next two weeks flew by far faster than Frank saw it coming. One moment you were laying with him in bed in a calming afterglow, the next you were at the end of the bed folding up one of your scrubs.
“You really gotta go?”
“Yes honey. I do.” Frank held back the scoff sitting in the back of his throat. He wishes he wasn’t so… He wishes he wasn’t like this. Like he wasn’t constantly waiting for the job to not need you anymore when that was probably the worst thing he could think of for you.
“I know you don’t like it but–”
“They need you. I know.” If you did it any quieter, he might’ve missed the small sigh mixed with a huff that left you. You knew his thoughts, but you never commented on them as you always sympathised with him. You knew he loved having you near, knowing you were safe and he wasn’t near losing you. Because if he wasn’t around you 24/7 how the fuck was he meant to know he’d still have you to come home too?
“I’ll catch a taxi to the airport.”
“I can drive you baby–”
“No. I… I can hear your thoughts from all the way over here. I already promised you, I will quit when I feel I’ve done enough as my body can give. But I don’t want to be useless here in New York for the rest of my life. I want to experience the world by helping people before I decide to retire. Live a life with you. But yet you never seem to go back to that promise!”
“Because I’m scared every day something will take you away before you can even start the fucking promise!”
“... You don’t want me going anywhere unless it’s here with you Frankie. You can’t keep me in this apartment for the rest of our lives just for you to feel I am safe. I’m not a bird. And this definitely is not my cage. This is my home and I don’t want it to feel like my prison with the man I love! So please, I understand your anxieties but allow me to feel like I am fulfilling something!” Frank hated hearing you say the words, ‘allow me’. He shouldn’t have to allow you to do anything, you are your own person. He isn’t your owner.
But in this?
Yeah he isn’t sure anymore.
So he stays silent. You take a breath and glance back down at your open suitcase. The silence and tension grew palpable as it felt heavier and heavier.
“I have to go now Frankie. I have no clue when I will be back. But when I do come back, I hope we can figure this out. And if not… Then you won’t have to worry ‘bout me no more. Will you.” You zipped up your suitcase and pulled it onto the ground. The wheels squeaking as you pulled it along to the front door, but his croaky, quiet voice caught your attention for only a moment.
“‘M always gon’ worry ‘bout you sweetheart. Even if we ain’t t’gether no more...”
You blinked and gulped away a few tears before you left. You couldn’t be in there anymore. You didn’t want to cry, not in front of Frank.
And those were the final words you ever heard from him for the next 6 months.
It’ll all be alright, won’t it?
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Warnings: Smut! MDNI 18+. Unprotected sex, Oral (M rec), some dirty talk, swearing, not proofread!
A.N: Just a lil Mikey drabble for y’all to enjoy! Makes me want a grilled cheese real bad 👀🤣
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You rushed in out of the rain into the warmth of The Beef, fighting against a crowd of people who were doing the same.
The lunch rush was in full swing as your shoulders bumped against other hungry patrons, mumbling apologies being uttered between orders being shouted.
“Hey! There she is! The usual?” Richie snapped his fingers and pointed at you when he saw your head bob up between people.
You stuck a thumb up and Richie hollered out your order. “I’ll sit in the back, Richie!” You shouted back and fought your way through everyone, exhaling a deep sigh when you were free. You warmly smiled and greeted Neil who was frantically trying to beat the high score on one of the games.
You sat down in the back corner, your usual seat of choice whenever you had the chance to sit in and not eat your lunch back at your desk.
“Thought it was raining,” a voice captured your attention as you squeezed the ends of your wet hair. “I’m seeing nothin’ but sunshine in front of me.”
You bit down on the inside of your cheek to conceal your growing grin at the compliment. “Hi Michael…” you looked up to him as he placed your food in front of you, his whole body looming over you. “How’s things?”
“All the better for seeing you, sweetheart.” He smirked and sat down across from you, causing you to raise a brow before opening up your sandwich. That pet name he called you and only you set you alight each time he used it.
“Don’t you have a kitchen to run?” You asked, occupying yourself with your lunch in order to distract you from him.
He shrugged “I always got five minutes for my regular, best customer.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice as if he was about to spill secrets to you. “And the prettiest…”
You took a bite of your sandwich and froze before chewing on it along with his words. “Stop flirting with me.” You playfully warned. “I won’t tip you more.” He mock groaned and dramatically placed his head in his hands as you continued eating your lunch.
“Dammit, she saw my ulterior motive!” He joked and you chuckled.
“Can’t fool me, Berzatto.”
You’d been regularly going for lunch at the spot since you found it about a year ago, after the first few visits, Mikey instantly recognised you and remembered your usual order and often took the opportunity to have a moment with you whenever he could.
Since then you and him had sparked up a flirty friendship, never crossing the line that was always between the two of you, now it blatantly presented itself between you both on the table.
“Sweetheart, asking me to stop flirting with you is like asking me to stop breathing- simply can’t.” You laughed at that and it made him smile, a warmth spreading through his chest at the noise. It was true, but as much as he jested, he was now wanting more than the occasional flirt thrown between you both, more than the five minutes with you before he was called back to the kitchen, more than just the usual. He felt a sudden urge of confidence surge through his veins and opened his mouth, he always told himself that ‘today’s the day’ almost every day for the last year but today was the day he was going to finally ask you out. “Listen Y/N-”
“Yo Mikey! We need another set of hands man!”
You watched as his head fall when he was cut off, shaking it ever so slightly before sending you a sympathetic smile and telling you he’d be back. Your eyes lingered on him as he walked away, glancing back to you once more that almost made your heart combust. His words in that moment never to be truly known.
You paced yourself eating, waiting for him to come back and sit across from you, flirt with each other more, watch how his nose scrunched when you made him smile…to hear him finish what he was going to tell you.
But time wasn’t on your side and you had to get back to the office. You let out a deep sigh and gathered up your things as well as your trash and disposed of it. “See ya, Y/N!” Neil just about managed to speak to you before swearing and kicking the arcade game when he lost.
“Good to see you Fak,” you were about to walk out but stopped, turning back to him with a heart full of hope that he’d know. “Hey, I think Mikey was going to ask me something, would you know what?” You asked.
He looked up to you just as he placed another quarter in the machine. “Ah maybe the accounts since you’re literal a human calculator- he’s been needing someone to give him a hand.” He explained and you were deflating quicker than a pierced balloon.
“Oh…” the disappointment was seeping through into your bones, not that he noticed. You cleared your throat and attempted to compose yourself, forcing a smile and chirpier tone. “Well, I’ll be happy to help you guys out when I finish work tomorrow night, will he still be here at eight?”
“He never leaves!” Fak laughed and you figured as much.
You braced the rain again as you walked back to the office, the second you left, Mikey returned to the table to find it empty.
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When eight thirty rolled around you found yourself outside The Beef, unusually quiet in comparison to your lunchtime visits. There was a light on and you saw a shadow against the wall. You pulled up your bag that was slumping down from your shoulder to the crease of your elbow and walked in.
“Hello?” You called out.
A faint shuffling came from where the light was pouring from the door. “Fuckin’ assholes didn’t lock up,” you could hear the gruff in Mikey’s voice as he ranted and it made you smirk. “Sorry we’re shut- Y/N?” His annoyed expression changed into a surprised one then to a delighted one. “What are you doing here?”
“Well it seemed like you were gonna tell me something yesterday but didn’t have the chance to, so I asked Fak and he said you might have needed some help with your accounts?” You explained.
Mikey blinked. “Right…accounts because that’s what you do- you’re an accountant.” He nodded with a tight smile, rubbing his hand over his cheek before placing it on his hip. “And Fak had said that. Right.” He inhaled a sharp gasp of breath. “Course he fuckin’ said that…” he grumbled to himself before looking back at you again, waiting patiently on the spot and swallowed hard at how you the neon lights made you glow. “Uh, c’mon through to the office.”
You walked towards him and followed him through the back of house, enduring a whole new perspective of your favourite food spot- as well as enduring Mikey without anyone else.
He led you to the office and encouraged you in first, you made note of the slightly chaotic space, books and papers everywhere on the desk as well as the floor and the sofa against the wall. He pulled in another chair for you as you settled by his desk and he joined you, your knees bumping together as he sat down. A flurry of nervous apologies thrown your way from him.
“So why don’t we start with your stuff from this month?” You suggested and he nodded, trying to gather pieces of paper for you. You noticed a photo tucked between sheets. “Is that you?” You grinned and picked it up.
“Yeah me with Sugar and Carm,” he smiled, shaking his head at the photo of the three of them, his younger brother being squashed in the middle. “Jesus, we were so young…” his voice was soft as he reminisced. You recognised the others, from the photos and stories Mikey had shared before.
You watched for a moment his features softening in the yellow-tinged light coming from the small desk lap on the far side of the desk. “How old were you?” You asked, typing numbers into your calculator and scribbling down the figure.
“Nineteen,” he replied. “Nineteen and dumb.” He chuckled and you let out a soft snort under your breath.
“Hmm, bet you were a real heartbreaker,” you nonchalantly commented. “And I think you’re spending too much on provolone- this guy is ripping you off.”
Mikey didn’t hear anything about getting ripped off, his mind still focused on the fact you called him a heartbreaker.
“Why’d you say that?” He asked.
“Well because he’s either into extortion or he’s really into his cheese markups! My Uncle’s cousins are distributors, could ask them to get a better price for you-” you rambled on whilst you wrote before he cut you off.
“No, no, no,” he spun to face you fully and you looked to him with your eyebrows furrowing. “The heartbreaker comment.”
You toyed with your pen between your fingers as your pulse began to pick up speed. “W-well it’s obviously obvious isn’t it?” You breathlessly laughed, mouth suddenly becoming dry. “You’re handsome as hell.” You told him. “You were! Back then of course.” You quickly added and then mentally slapped yourself before turning back to the task at hand.
Mikey raised a brow as he leaned back in his chair with an amused look on his face. “But not now?”
“I never said that.” You added and swore under your breath writing the wrong number, harshly crossing it out- your mind was being meddled by the man beside you. “Shouldn’t you be trying not to get bankrupted by cheese with me?” He laughed loudly and slapped his hand off the desk before hunching over it to gather up more invoices and paper for you both to sift through.
“Just so you know, Sweetheart, I wouldn’t have broke your heart.”
You stopped writing as your breath caught in your throat, your head slowly turning to face him. “Well what would you have done?” You asked with a neutral expression appearing on your face, keeping your cards close to your chest.
He shrugged a shoulder as he pursed his bottom lip out, giving it a thought as if he hadn’t thought about it almost every day since meeting you. “Made you dinner.”
“What would you have made me?”
“Anything you wanted,” he softly confessed. “Anything in the world.” Your knee bumped against his again, the world suddenly shrinking and feeling like it was beside you in the office. “You want something now? You must be starving and I got a whole ass kitchen back there just waiting to make you anything you desire. Whatcha want?”
You bit down on your lip and leaned forward a little, Mikey gulping feeling your breath dance over his face. “Put your money where your provolone is- I want the best goddamn grilled cheese I’ll ever eat in my entire life.”
He laughed and leaned back. “Alright, alright. One best goddamn grilled cheese coming up.” He stood up and walked out his office. “You joining me to see how many dollars worth of cheese is going into this thing?” You were hot on his heels following him as he gathered what he would need.
Watching him work was like you got an exclusive viewing to watch the Sistine Chapel being painted by Michelangelo himself. The way his concentration would flip from the sandwich to you in an instant, how he smirked when he caught you watching his hands.
“What made you want to do this?” You asked while resting against the counter just as he was finishing up.
You watched him plate your sandwich “Take a bite and I’ll tell you.” He replied.
You bit down on your lip to hide your excited grin as he handed you the plate full of promise. You took a bite and froze. You looked at it with wide eyes and then to him. “Holy shit!” You yelped and took another bite “What the fuck?! That’s amazing!”
Mikey laughed. “That’s what makes me want to do this.” He pointed at your smile. “That.” A warm smile reached his cheeks as he watched you enjoy what he made for you. “That gorgeous fuckin’ smile of yours.” Mikey quietly said and your smile faltered ever so slightly at his words.
You licked your lips and placed your plate down between you both, the heat of the grill now nothing in comparison from what was radiating between you both. “So you made me dinner…” you began and met his line of sight. “What’s next?”
Mikey closed the space between you both “After dinner would come dessert…” he lowly spoke and placed a his hand over yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“Oh?” You raised a brow and leaned forward ever so slightly, eyes half-hooded as he mirrored the action. “Wonder that’s on the menu…” your honeyed musings sent a shiver down his spine.
Mikey chuckled, lightly shaking his head and placed his other hand on your cheek. “You are the dessert.” He gently brought you towards his lips. The kiss was soft at first, a timid graze of skin against skin before you both pulled back and searched in each other eyes.
Searched that was alright.
Searched that this was both what you wanted.
Your smiles said it all for you both.
You somehow ended up between Mikey’s body and the countertop as his lips quickly and desperately kissed yours. His mouth moved in sync with your own, as if each of you knew each other that much that you knew what move would be next. He brushed your bottom lip with his tongue and you parted your lips enough to let him in. You moaned at the sensation, your hands flying to his hair, gripping on it as if that would help you stay upright since your legs stayed to shake.
You moaned against his lips when he grunted feeling you tug at his hair. “Do all your grilled cheeses come with this?” You playfully asked between kisses.
Mikey grinned against your skin, his lips moving from your own to kiss across your jaw and down your neck, his hand coming round to caress the back of it as he pressed it into his mouth. “Only the ones you ask for.” He kissed up the nape of your neck and found himself back at your lips again. “You did ask for the best goddamn grilled cheese, sweetheart.” You couldn’t help but laugh again with your whole chest as Mikey gently held your face in his hands like he was cupping all the precious gemstones in the world.
He was almost convinced if he kissed you enough, there would be more happiness than sadness inside of him.
“What did you want to ask me yesterday?” You softly spoke as your lips captured his own again.
“Definitely not fuckin’ accounts,” you let out an amused snort. “I wanted to ask you out…finally.” He pulled back ever so slightly “God damn finally.” Mikey said with his whole chest seeing you entwined and pressed against him.
You passionately kisses him again and he gasped feeling your teeth apply pressure to his lip, gently tugging it until he let out a shudder of a groan. His hands fell from your face to your sides, finding a gap big enough that allowed him to slip a hand under your top and let his burned, cut and calloused hands roam over your soft, warm skin. “Mikey…” you murmured “Please…”
He continued kissing you as his hand found the underwire of your bra and toyed with it. “Whatcha want, baby?”
He knew what you wanted- he wanted it just as bad.
You pressed your hips against his and began grinding against them, he let out a broken groan at the sudden contact.
“You. I want you.”
He all but growled as he grabbed your thighs and picked you up, a sudden move that caused you let out a giggle. “Less than ideal place but I just can’t wait any longer for you,” he said as he carried you back into his office and placed you down on the sofa. “Fuck, all the nights I thought of you…how I’d be with you…” he kissed you with every ounce of passion in his body. “How I wanted you, craved you…” you moaned as his hands gripped onto your top and yanked it from your body. “Aw fuck.” He bit down on his finger when he saw the lacy fabric against your skin. “Jesus, what you’ve done to me already woman!”
You proudly grinned and let your hand slowly slip to his jeans, brushing your fingertips over the hard bulge that you had caused. “Suppose I should thank you for making me dinner…” you trailed off as you undid his jean button whilst gazing into his eyes. You head him softly gulp as your fingers grazed over the hem of his boxers. “Would you like that, Mikey?” You asked, dripping with innocence that made him growl with a smile.
“You know I’d fuckin’ love that,” he kissed you hard before he groped your lace covered chest. “So perfect. Holy fuck.” He kissed over your breasts before you fell to your knees for him. He watched and raised his hips for you to pull down his jeans and boxers all in one. He watched as your eyes went wide at the sight of him, a bashful smile gracing his gorgeous face. You leaned forward, eyes locked onto his as you swiped your tongue over his length, Mikey letting out a shudder at the sudden wet, warm contact. “Shit, please don’t tease me, Y/N.”
You smirked as you took his cock in your mouth, Mikey’s head falling back on the couch as his hand cupped the space between your cheek and your hair. A wave of pleasure was drowning his organs as he sunk further into the plush cushions as your mouth sunk further down on his cock. You gently held his thighs down as your mouth sunk down on him more, taking his entire length in.The soft gags and slick sounds coming from your mouth made him grip onto your hair as he desperately tried to control himself feeling you around him, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye from the building sheer unadulterated pleasure flowing though his bones. Your tongue pressed against his shaft and he let out a strained groan, causing you to pull back and causing Mikey to whine at the sudden loss. “I’d rather have you inside me when the moment comes,” you told him while your hand gripped his length and began to stroke him. “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”
Mikey raised his head just enough to look at you, watch you as you pleasured him. “Course, sweetheart, whatever you want baby.” He cooed as you continued, his head falling back once more as you quickened your pace. “FUCK!” He yelled. “Good fuckin’ god!” He moaned as he quickly grabbed your wrist, stopping all motion in your hand. “You keep that up and we won’t have that chance.” He breathlessly laughed.
You couldn’t rein in your smile as you stood up, Mikey following suit to pull off his t-shirt and tossing off his jeans as he remained on the couch. You shimmied your own off, but his hands soon took over when it came to your underwear, stating that he ‘wanted to do the honours’.
His eyes slowly looked up from your feet to your face once you were completely bare in front of him, his lips parting ever so slightly and his eyes almost looking glossy in the light. “Wow…” he breathed out and placed his large hand on your hip, gently bringing you forward to sit on his lap and softly adorn you in kisses “Just…wow…” he laughed in amazement. “Did I die? Am I in heaven right now?” He asked and you playfully pushed his shoulder with a giggle. “No, sweetheart, I ain’t jokin’! I got a fuckin’ angel on my lap.” He pulled you close and kissed you again “And I’m gonna’ make her scream my name.”
“Hmm…promises, promises…” you teased and gently bit his lip, causing him to moan. He slapped your ass and you let out a yelp in delight. “Well then Michael Berzatto…you gonna made me scream?”
Mikey widely grinned and gripped onto your hips before sinking you down onto his hard length. You both let out a breathless groan, remaining stagnant for a moment. Mikey looked to you through his lashes and softly smiled. “You coming through my door was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He whispered and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Mikey then slowly moved his hips and you moaned against his cheek as you peppered kisses over it.
Mikey’s lips ghosted over your shoulder as he held you close, grinning every so often when he heard the sweet sounds leaving your mouth. The sweet sounds that he managed to draw from your throat. The sweet sounds he had been dreaming about. You pulled back to look him in the eyes, your hands holding his face as you passionately planted a kiss on his mouth. You matched his rhythmic moving with your own hips, your tight wet heat driving him to the point of insanity. “Shit…Mikey! Yes! Fuck yes!” You erupted, your back arching in delight. You looked back to Mikey, his smile mirroring your own as the two of you increased the pace.
“Oh good fuckin’ god!” Mikey hissed as his fingers sunk into your flesh. “Y/N, baby, you’re gonna make me…” he panted as his head fell back, you pulled it back so he could look you in the eye again. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
“You wanna cum in me, Berzatto?” He groaned at your sultry use of his surname and nodded violently. “You better give me all you got,” your lips found his neck and he let out a yelp in delight feeling your teeth graze against his skin. Mikey held you as close as he possibly could, his strong arms snaking around your waist. You moved your head and met his gaze, beads of sweat forming by his hairline. “Yes Mikey! Please don’t stop! I’m gonna cum for you baby!”
“Y/N…” he let out your name in his next breath as his eyes squeezed shut as your nails pressed into his shoulders. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock, beautiful. I need it- I need you.” The two of you gazed deep into one another’s eyes, a mutual need sealed between you both with a kiss oozing in passion.
Then an eruption, the two of you bursting simultaneously as you came for him and he came in you.
He kept his promise as you screamed his name out. It made Mikey smile with pride and sheer delight.
Pants then filled the small office space, both your bodies glowing in the light. You cupped his face, the two of you smiling like lovesick teenagers as you both peppered soft kisses to one another’s lips. “That was a pretty god damn good grilled cheese Michael Berzatto…that might be my new usual order.” He let out a soft snort and left a lingering kiss against your lips as he held your body close to his, trying to remind himself this wasn’t a dream and you were here with him.
“If you think that was good, stick around and wait until I make you breakfast tomorrow morning…it’ll blow your mind.”
Jon was walking down the red carpet of a new movie he was in. As the principal role, Jon was the last actor to walk in, nevertheless, the most wanted one. Indeed, the photographers and interviewers were getting more and more impatient. Typical of the Hollywood sphere, when Jon was seen, everyone started shouting his name. If it was a room full of grown up adults, rapidly it became a zoo.
But you, you weren't screaming, you weren't agitating ourselves like a monkey in order to have Jon's sight in the picture. None of that. Even if it's been two years that you are interviewing on the red carpets, you never truly understood how people could react like that. Like actors weren't humans, weren't full of emotions, weren't always able to put on a smile. This empathy of you was a detail that Jon saw in you.
It's now the fourth time you're assisting at a Jon's premiers. Those four months were full of movies and tv shows he's been in, and you didn't miss one. You were always there, patiently waiting for him to come to you in order to have a good interview. And today was the same pattern. As soon as Jon stepped on the photo placement, everyone was shouted even more. The flashlights were making it difficult for Jon to see clearly what was happening. But all the screams were guiding him.
Once the picture time was over, he reenforces his smiling mask, and walks towards the interview segment. All the interviewers started to push each other. To push you. But you managed to stay on your feet and keep your place in the first line. Jon was only two person away from you ; you could already see he's glam. He was wearing a beautiful and very masculine costume. It was embracing perfectly his muscular body. You could clearly see he was maintaining his appearance very strictly. And even if it was the fourth time seeing him that close, he's strong presence and body was always making you blush inside. He was a very charismatic man. And everyone knew it.
"How is it to be fantasized by so many women? " Ask, weirdly, an old man in his sixties.
"Ah you know...we love the fan girls, but I'm not here for this-" Jon answered with his best smile. Even though he wasn't feeling comfortable with the man.
"Yeah yeah, but you're going to tell me you never had the idea to-" Cut him the old man without really listening.
"Oh okay! I think I have to move to the next one" Jon cut him, looking at his manager behind him. He just needed to look at her and she will directly help him.
Jon was now at one person away from you. Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he sees a familiar face. He sees you. At the same time of answering, he couldn't look away from you. He was weirdly attracted to you. Like a bee and a flower. But he quickly opted to little glances when you hold his gaze for a second. During those few seconds, it was like meeting back an old friend. Or more like an old crush. You smiled at him just before he looked away, and this small interaction makes your cheeks blush slightly.
As you were reading your questions once more, the crowd behind started to scream louder and become more aggressive. At this moment you wish you had a body guard too. You were pushed and touched more and more violently.
"Can you, please, calm do-" You say in the hope to calm others. But unexpectedly, a man pushed you so hard that you didn't even have time to finish your sentence and was shoved forward.
"Argh!! " You screamed as a reflex of falling on your equipment.
Within a second, Jon's hand gripped your right hip. At first you didn't realize what happened ; you weren't on the solid ground, but your face was still touching something somehow hard.
"Calm the Fuck down! You're not som' kind of animal!! " Jon shouted.
Hearing his voice, you lift your face and your sight falls on Jon, looking at you.
"Y'with me, sweetheart? " he asked as his eyes analysed your expression.
"Yeah... everything is fine." You answered as you were slowly distancing yourself from him.
But as you finish your sentence, your nose starts bleeding. John's gaze immediately changed and is smiley face mask changed for something more angry and préoccupations.
"Eleonora, go check her." Jon says, gently moving you towards her manager.
As is hand leaving your hip, you're guided through a corridor behind the red carpet space. For a second you watch behind your back, to see the situation, and see John making a sign to the security guards. Also watching behind his back for a second, John made your eyes and gave you a little wink.
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After a good 30 minutes, you were sitting in John's private space. The doctor came for a quick check and declared a headache and bruise because of the hit.
Now that you were alone, the room had a weird vibe. It wasn't your space and the fact that you were alone in someone else's room didn't make you comfortable at all. Until the door opens.
"It's me. How are'ya ? " Jon asked, coming to sit on the sofa in front of you.
"Only superficial. Thanks for the rescue Bernthal."
"Nah call me Jon please"
His manspreading was making your knees touching each other. This contact brings back the blush of your face.
The two of you were looking into the eyes of the other. Neither you nor Jon could stop this tight link that was pulling you two. The atmosphere suddenly changed and the alchemy became something more electrified, more appealing. Everyone who could enter the room could probably read the sexual tension between you two. A tension that started to shape into a craving. A physical want that none of you two could repress. Not now that Jon is in front of you. Not now that your body is touching Jon's. Not now that you're alone in a private room.
"You're different from the other...A light in the darkness." Jon says, with a deep voice that resonates in you.
His compliment makes you blush and light a fire in your belly.
"And yet it's the first time we're talking off work." You answered, playful, bending back at him.
Jon slowly gets closer to you and puts his hand on your cheek. His desire grows even more, at a point that his marvelous black pant starts to feel tight. Too tight. But he's waiting. He's waiting for you to give the signal, the approval.
His gaze full of urge and yearning make you forget about all the repercussions that could be. You decide to follow this burning desire in you and lift yourself to kiss him. The kiss escalates as an intense fusion between your lips. Jon intensifies the touch with his tongue. Within a second you calibrate yourself on his rhythm and abandon yourself to a passionate and greedy kiss.
Out of breath you put a hand on Jon's abs and push him a bit.
"No regrets, No judgement? " You mumbled, hesitating.
"I wouldn't dare sweetheart~ " Jon answered, with a husky voice.
His answer makes you smile. At that, Jon suddenly grabs your hips with his big hands, and brings you on his lap. This action of his, that was screaming a sexual craving, make you chuckle.
"Having fun as I see, Uh" Jon tenderously says, kissing your neck.
A hand behind it and a kiss in front, this combo was making you tingle. As your breath started to be ragged, Jon adventures his kisses lower. Kissing every part of your body, when you arrive at your chest Jon slightly puts a hand behind your shirt and detaches your bra. If his desire was clearly visible through his pants, yours was now as visible. The satin tissue of your top where now in contact and embracing the form of your tits as your bra fell off.
"Says the one who can barely hold it in" You say, in reference to his previous remark, with a playful tone.
As you finish your sentence, you start moving your hips forward and backward. This unpredictable action of yours put Jon in distress. Clearly in difficulty.
Jon rocked his head backward, and exhaled loudly, as his hands are tightly grip on your hips.
"Ah-Dam! Fuck sweety~~" Jon moan.
"Want me to stop, maybe" You say with difficulty.
"Don't'ven fuckin'dare" Jon answered before starting kissing your nipples.
Still moving your hips, the excitement of Jon started to hit you back. The kisses on your breast, mixed with the pressure of your vagina on his hard manhood, was making you even more aroused.
"Ah-Uhm...shit..." You start to moan.
"You good? "
"Haven't been better" You manage to articulate.
As your hips started to move even faster, you were holding back as much as possible your moans. Abruptly a loud noise comes from the walls. By reflex you stop moving and cut the rise of pleasure. The noise was a mix of voices and music, which means it was the movie. Nobody could hear anything else. And you two knew exactly what it meant.
Suddenly, Jon pulls you up and gets up. Holding you in a seating position, with your legs around his waist, he's heading to the desk in front of the mirror. Wildly, he lays you on the cabinet and starts taking off his shirt. His movements were fast and messy, but something was eye-catching about it. He couldn't hold back anymore his horniness, and it was only a pleasure for you. Seeing Jon like this, out of the conventional rules, out of his actor mask, it was a pure pleasure for you.
Following him, you take off your dark red skirt and let it slide, with your pantie, your legs. Jon takes it and throws it off in the room. For a minute you look at each other, yearning, full of desire. Jon admires you at the same time ; he take a minute to acknowledge and memorize your beauty. Being observed like this, with a gaze full of lust and admiration was making you agitated.
"Please tell me you have protections" You say, lower, grabbing his belt and bringing him closer.
Jon was now only a centimeter from you. You could feel his hot breath as well as the hardy root of his manhood.
"Let me see...Oh we're lucky~ " Jon answered, playful, with a luxurious gaze.
Going into another intense and fire up kiss, Jon starts running his finger on your legs. Your whole body is on fire, but the hunger is satisfied when he's diving his finger into you. This time you're the one rocking your head backward and exhaled loudly.
One finger.
Unnf. Mmm-
Rolling and pressing.
Two fingers.
Ahn... Mngh-
Moving together and pressing against you G point.
AHN-mn...mngh...
Your moans were louder and the perfect expression of the delectable sensation that was invading you. Your mind started to shift as the pleasure almost arrived at its apogee. But suddenly, Jon pulled out his fingers and cut short the exquisite excitement you had.
"Jon~~" You mumble, lamentably.
"Don't worry Sweetheart, only the time I'm ready." Jon says, horny, putting the condom.
"Come here baby' " He says, with a deep voice.
Jon vigorously grabs your hips and brings you on the edge of the desk. Just enough for you to only have the butt seated. Jon's breath became even more deep and control ; you could see that he couldn't hold it in.
"clenching your thighs." Jon expressed, as he was inserting himself.
The word landed weird and you both knew it. Jon stares at you for a second, make sure you're okay, and when you nudge, at the same time of moaning, Jon starts to move. He was pushing in and out his manhood severely, but perfectly, in you. The pleasure that was burning you is now consuming you. Which makes it difficult for you to think straight. The fusion of the two of you gave the results of a delirium pleasure.
The two of you were moaning and mumbling. His dick was big and fulling tou entirely. Every part of your vagina. Your clitoris was stimulated at its best, making you soaked like crazy.
"Shit-Nghhh.... hmmm"
A low, guttural moan escaped Jon's lips. His masses were pulsing even more because of the excitement. He started to kiss you brutally everywhere as he was rocking his hips even deeper in you.
"Ughhhh*
"Nghhhhhhhh"
The two of you were now moving in an excessive effort, trying to get even more from the other. The movement was brutal and fast. A bit messy. But it was everything you wanted and needed right now.
"Ahh-Mhhn"
"Mmm-Ngh"
Feeling the climax arriving, you hug Jon and glue yourself to him. Jon immediately does the same and you two came simultaneously. An intense and euphoric sensation crosses both of you.
Jon, head on your shoulder, you, benching on his body are staying in this calming and dazzling heaven. Everything is quiet and peaceful. After a few minutes, hugging each other, Jon lifted his head and looked at you, pushing your hair from you sweety face, he says:
"No fuckin' way I let you go like nothin' happened."
"I was thinking the same..." You answered, smiling ironically at him.
At that, you two dresses up and Jon calls a taxi to bring you to his hotel, washing you, take care of you...have a proper date.
I love when men button shirts to the top like this and I love when men have stubble and I love when men have huge, gnarled hands and I love when men have big noses and I love when men.
Do we think that Frank is someone who is loud or vocal in bed, or is he like a "few grunts here an there" typa guy?
Ok I think Frank is vocal with praise and instruction but his pleasure is in grunts and groans.
So like, he's giving so so so much "good girl" and "that's it pretty girl" and "Doin' so good for me sweet girl" and "Love seein' you take me like this lil' mama" and "Look fuckin' gorgeous all spread open f' me" and "Lemme feel the way you can squeeze me sweetheart" and "Hands and knees babydoll, attagirl." Like you get the picture. He's got no problem making noise when it comes to praising you.
As far as his own pleasure, he's less showy. Frank just has an animalistic quality to him -- he's not necessarily suppressing himself but the natural stuff he emits is more like growls. It's rumbles in his chest. Grunts. It's controlled excursion. It's focused pleasure.
I think I discovered something about myself while writing this.. anyways I need to go put myself in cold water now.
[updated - I just reread this and can confirm - I am still in love with this subby frank]
The one where Frank is a literal love sick puppy for you. Some nightmare comfort. Frank needs to quiet his mind you help him.
w.c: 6.4k
warnings: SMUT, MDNI, 18+, PWP, sub!frank, subbiestofsubbyfranks, little bit of hurt?, PTSD (Frank), AFAB, pet names (puppy, baby, good boy), downbad!frank, softdom!reader, breeding kink (if you squint), repost from old acc
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There are screams coming from all directions. One second it’s as if they’re right in front of him the next it sounds as though he will never get to them. The shrieks of all the people he felt the immense responsibility of protecting and all the people he felt that he had failed. All he can taste is metal in his mouth and his heart beat feeling like that of an elephants stampede, pounding like a drum in his head in a state of frenzied panic. Everything was hazy, he could barely even make out what was ahead of him. ‘Frank’… ‘Frankie’… ‘Frank come back to me baby’. He hears that soft voice breaking through the thick reinforced barricades of his subconsciousness.
Frank jolts as he's pulled out of whatever dark amalgamation of memories his brain had dragged him into. His eyelids rip open, eyes glazed and breathing erratic. He looks up above him to see you right there sleepy hair and loving eyes, his unwavering constant light at the end of whatever tunnel of hell he was in. Your hand lightly placed on the centre of his chest - you know never to shake him awake when he has these nightmares. Your soft eyes on him and a gentle reassuring smile
“You’re okay baby, i got you” you whisper ever so softly.
He doesn’t say anything unable to steady his breaths. He moves one hand to clasp over the one you’d placed on his chest, so tight as if he still wasn’t sure what was real or not. Petrified you would evaporate into nothing and he would be here.. all alone.. again.
“I’m right here Frankie, not going anywhere” you coo, hand still firmly in his. “Breathe with me baby” you say again, keeping your voice soft and low. Frank doesn't reply with words, just nods - eyes wirey and fixed on yours. You start counting for him “breath in with me, 1,2,3,4. Hold” using your fingers to count to 4 “and out 1,2,3,4” you continue. You repeat that with him a few more times before you start to feel his heart rate slow down a little.
“Cm'ere” Frank whispers hoarsely as his arms wrap around you pulling you down to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your body to his so you were half laying on top of him, your head nuzzled into his neck. The weight and warmth of your body on his doing more than any weighted blanket could ever do.
“m’sorry for waking you up baby” he whispers into the crown of your head.
You pull your head up looking straight into his eyes “never apologise for this Frank, ever.” you say with a firmness he can’t really reply to with words at the moment. He pulls your head back down to squeeze you tighter “do you want to try and go back to sleep?” You ask after a beat. “Just wanna hold you” he whispers back “okay baby” you reply with a soft kiss to his neck.
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Your eyes flutter open again, sunlight now peaking through the windows. Franks side of the bed empty, you shoot up looking around.
“Frank?” You call out - nothing.
You grab your phone from the nightstand, no message from him. It wasn’t uncommon for Frank to be up and about before you were awake, so normally you wouldn’t worry but you just wanted make sure he was okay.
As soon as you start to berate yourself for falling asleep he walks through the bedroom door with two coffee mugs in hand. Hair tousled, darkness under his tired eyes. You knew he hadn’t been able to go back to sleep. He could see you internally kicking yourself. “Hey, holding you while you slept was all I needed sweetheart” he sets the coffees down and pulls you into him as he sits beside you. “But, you didn’t sleep did you?” You ask, running your thumb gently over the hollows of his eyes as you cup his face with both hands. “I did baby, for a bit. But then the sun started to come up, and you know me” he replied trying to laugh as he tilts his head to kiss your hand.
“Anyway I came to wake you up honey. You gotta Ellie’s birthday today don’t you?” He reminds you. “Hmm yeah.. what about you? I can stay home?” You offer, concerned. “naaah" he drawls "I’ll be okay baby and Ellie would kill you.. and me” Frank concludes. You laugh at that and so does Frank, a genuine chuckle from him that eases your worries just a little.
Frank was a man of his word and once you make a commitment you don’t break it. And you were the same way, maybe that’s why you both were so devoted to each other. He knew your friendships meant the world to you and it was important that you honoured them. Besides, Frank was a big boy, or so he told himself. He’d had these nightmares plenty of times before you and he survived, right? ..
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Two hours later you're scurrying around trying to get ready before Kelly gets to your house so you can go to Ellie’s birthday brunch together. Frank is downstairs waiting for you, swinging the keys to his truck back and forth on his finger as he leans back on the kitchen counter watching the replay of some old game on the TV.
The doorbell rings, Frank is already making his way to the door when he hears you yell out "can you get it baby it's probably Kels. I'm almost done!". He lets out a low chuckle as he opens the door, both greeting each other in a friendly hug. “she's almost done, help yourself to whatever I'll go let her know you're here". Kelly grabs a water from the fridge and plops down on the couch as Frank heads upstairs to the bedroom.
"Kels here honey" he announces as he walks through the door. He stops in his tracks when he looks up, his brain short circuits as he takes you in. You're leaning forward on your vanity hair messily put up in a claw clip to keep it out of your face, loose tendrils spilling out as you apply the last touches of lip liner, your mouth slightly agape in an 'O'. Your breasts look so soft and supple held so gently in the baby blue milkmaid dress you had on, sculpted bodice showing of the curves of your waist as the skirt of the dress billows out around your hips stopping just below your knees.
He tries to talk himself off a ledge, he really does. He knows that you doing something so simple shouldn't turn him into a starved depraved animal like this, but it's you so of course it does. Seeing you look so soft and sweet ignites something protective and dark inside him. It sends his mind back where it was a few hours ago, making him think of all the bad things he can’t control, all the things he has had to do, the decisions he has had to make to keep people safe. He knows he would do it all over for you.
You stand up straighter and let your hair loose from the claw clip shaking your head letting your locks fall, your eyes meet his as you turn around and its as if you've knocked the air out of his lungs.
He stalks towards you, hands straight on your hips as if they had a mind of their own, he swiftly pulls you into him. Your body jerks forward and your hands fly to his shoulder, you're laughing as his lips attach straight to your neck like a magnet with your light floral perfume filling his nostrils. "Hi" you chuckle softly "God look at you, you look beautiful baby" he mumbles into you. "You like?" you reply with a kiss on his nose. He turns you around, both of you facing the mirror "like? you tell me" he says as he pulls your hips back into his with a slight grind of his pelvis. There is no way you can miss the way his hardness presses into the plush of your ass through his jeans.
A devilish grin takes over your lips as your hand snakes up behind his neck. "More than like I take it?" you tease, voice like honey as you subtly or not so subtly grind your ass back into his hips. Frank drops his head down to your shoulder as a shaky exhale leaves him, one hand drops to the slit in your dress as he grips your thigh that peeks out from it. "Maybe I can deal with death by Ellie" he whispers into your neck as he litters kisses up and down. "baby Kels is waiting downstairs" you reply chuckling softly.
You see the desperation in his eyes when he looks back up at you through the mirror, 'oh..' you think to yourself. Registering that this isn't teasing Frank, this is desperate, will drop to his knees for you Frank. "I'll be quick, please honey" he begs softly. His hand on your thigh slides a little further in before you step out of his grip and turn around swiftly "down boy" your voice low and velvety, demeanour shifting instantly. His hands go stiff by his sides, his eyes look like a wounded puppy but he obliges. You walk over, placing your soft hand on this side of his face nuzzling into his cheek rewarding him with a soft kiss for his obedience. You love caring for him when he's like this, he chases your lips when you pull away with the faintest whimper in his breathy exhale.
You take his big face in both your hands, angling it so your eyes are connected. You look deep into his eyes and you see the chaos swimming beneath them, you know that this need is coming from somewhere deeper. "You will not, touch yourself, until I get home. Do you understand?" an almost militant tone to your firm whisper, letting your lips linger ever so slightly on his. His brain goes fuzzy all he can manage is a nod. "I said, do you understand?" you repeat, firmly. Your thumb and fingers tightly grip his lower face, other hand dropping lower to ever so gently graze your palm over his bulge. Franks breath stutters "o-okay, i'll be- i'll be good I promise" he replies softly, his tone not matching the desperation in his eyes. You pat his cheek "thats my good boy" before walking off towards the door. Franks eyelids flutter and his breath hitches at the pet name. You look over your shoulder when you don't feel him follow you. He stands watching you as if waiting for permission to move, you tap the side of your thigh "cmon puppy we gotta go" you smile. His heart does a backflip as he follows you out like a literal love sick ‘puppy’.
Kelly is completely unaware of the shift in Franks demeanour when you both make your way downstairs. "Oooooh look at you Kels" you squeal as she gets up from the couch "right back at ya hot stuff" she winks back at you. You both laugh and hug before making your way out to Franks truck while he holds the door open for you both, before locking the house up.
On the ride over Kelly and you are chatting away while Frank is mostly silent with one paw possessively placed on your thigh the entire drive. You periodically glance up at him as he weaves through the streets of Brooklyn. You rake your nails up and down his forearm causing him to inhale sharply. His knuckles go white on the steering wheel while the other hand tightens its grip on your thigh in response. You arrive at your destination, Kelly hops out from the back seat and yells a thanks to Frank. You lean over the console to give Frank a kiss goodbye. "Be a good puppy for me okay? only good boys get treats" you whisper into his ear lowly, he feels his cock twitch in his jeans. His eyebrows furrow as his head drops back on the headrest "Okay I-I will" he grits out and you see him shift his hips. And with that you hop out of the car "I'll text you 15 minutes before we're ready to leave, bye honey" you say brightly waving him off as if you didn't just melt his brain 30 seconds ago. "Okay baby" he says with his jaw tight. He waits for you and Kelly to go inside before driving off. You smile at the shortness in his response, knowing how hard it was for him to control his tone in public when he was like this, you'll let him know how proud you are of him for it later.
Frank knows you will be gone for a few hours, so he does what he can to keep his mind occupied. Typically, when he needs to do exactly that he needed to keep his hands busy and focus on a task, which normally would result in him meticulously cleaning his guns. However he had already done so not too long ago. So, he got home he started to detail clean his truck. He picked it apart, cleaned away at all the crevices till it looked like a completely new car wishing he could do the same to his brain. It probably wasn't the best decision to wash the truck because now he needed a shower and he knew that was going to be torture.
When Frank stepped into your bedroom, something felt amiss when he didn't see your half bent over frame at the vanity. The vision of you floods his mind again. the way your breasts where pushed forward half spilling out the bra of the dress, in between your arms as you applied your make up. The slight 'O' shape of your beautiful pillowy lips, he remembers how they feel against his own lips... and wrapped around his cock. His hands are itching to palm himself, to give himself just a little bit of relief. He groans as he drags his hands down either side of his face. "No" he grumbles to himself, he wants to be good for his angel. Save every last drop of himself for you. Dragging his feet into the ensuite he has a quick and efficient shower, getting himself clean ignoring his aching cock the whole time. He would walk through fire for his baby, he could do this for you too.
He see's a text message from you once he's out
"be done soon baby, i hope you were good for me <3".
His heart swells a little with pride, knowing he was good for his girl
"leaving now, be there in about 10.. I was"
He swiftly puts on his jeans, sweater and boots and his out the door in less than 3 minutes, ever the efficient marine.
You and Kelly are just walking out the front when Frank pulls up, he gets out and opens the door for the both of you. "Castle my maaaaaaan!" Kelly slurs, clapping him on the shoulder as she clambers into the back seat "Had fun Kels?" Frank chuckles then turns to you as you laugh at her. "Hi puppy" you slide you hand from his chest up to his neck nuzzling the tip of your nose with his. He smiles and looks down at you with hearts in his eyes "missed you baby" he whispers into your mouth. You give him a light kiss before hopping into the passenger seat, he clicks your seatbelt in and heads over to his side after closing your door. As soon as you get in you notice straight away that the car had been cleaned you smile softly to yourself knowing exactly why. Frank jumps into the driver seat as the truck rumbles to life. "Kept yourself busy huh Frankie?" you tease, he looks at you shyly, "mhmm, needed a clean anyway" he replies as one of his hands takes its place on your thigh.
The drive back after dropping Kelly home is mostly quiet save for a few updates on the girls and how brunch was. But, for the most part it was brimming with a silent electricity and unspoken want. You caught Frank's eyes a few times, dropping to your thigh, then to your breasts and your neck. You didn't say anything though, you just observed the hard tent in his jeans and how you were genuinely worried he might crack a molar if he clenched his jaw any tighter.
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Once he pulls up at home, he is quick to hop out and open your door. Theres a quiet urgency in his movements as he unlocks the door and guides you through locking the door behind him. He turns to you with his chest heaving, you're already standing there hand on your hip facing him. His eyes drop to your legs and his gaze rakes up to your thigh through the slit in your dress, god how badly he wants to run his tongue up it. He doesn't know what to do with himself, you see his trigger finger twitching away beside him and you can see the restraint coursing through him. Your kitten heels click on the hardwood as you walk towards him. Taking his twitching hand in yours, you press a soft kiss on it trying to soothe him. "You've been such a good boy for me haven't you?" you say sweetly as your hand snakes down to lightly palm over his jeans, he is rock solid under your hand. "so" he takes a sharp inhale as your hands rub up and down "-been so good for you baby" he whines breath shuddering just from your touch over his jeans. “Oh I know my sweet boy, I can tell” you coo at him, kissing him softly. He doesn't need to tell you though, you can see it in the way the tension has built in his his neck and hands along with the way his eyes still have that same desperation from the morning but amplified now. You know what he needs when he is like this, he needs you to tell him what to do. Needs to be your good boy, for you to tell him that he's your good puppy.
Keeping his hand in yours, you guide him to the bedroom. When you enter you turn around and he stops right behind you, "stay" you say simply placing a hand on his chest. You stride over and sit down on the armchair facing him, the armchair that Frank got you so you could drink your tea and read your books in the warmth of the sun. Frank stands, hand twitching waiting for his next command. "Come" you beckon, he starts walking "uh-uh" you tut "on your knees" your voice as smooth as honey. His eyes dark as they stay on you, he gets down on his knees "crawl" you say harshly. He makes his way to you, like a hungry panther stalking its prey, his big shoulders rolling back with each push forward on his arms - eyes locked on you the whole time. He gets to your feet and nuzzles into your ankle whining, you offer your leg as he kisses timidly, waiting to see if you'll reprimand him, you don't - so he continues. Placing kisses up your leg with small licks in between. You start to feel his hands making there way up reaching to pull your panties down. You place the foot that he is kissing on the centre of his chest and push him back abruptly so he is sitting on his haunches. His chest heaving, a sliver of guilt in his eyes. "I didn't say you could use your hands did I?" you scold. He shakes his head looking down at the ground. "Look at me puppy, use your words" you say firmly but with a warmth you can't quell when you see the apology in his eyes "n-no i'm sorry" he breathes. "use your mouth" you command, eyes locked on his.
Back on all fours, he starts to lick up your leg and his head journeys underneath the skirt of your dress. You pull it up to your waist, and see him licking and kissing away at your inner thigh. Looking up at you with his deep brown eyes "please" he whimpers. "Please what baby?" you coo "Can I taste p-please?" he asks hopefully. You smile down at him "proud of you for using your words and asking puppy, you can, but no hands just yet remember?" you say softly. You see an animalistic hunger set ablaze deep in his irises "thank you baby" he breathes out before he nose dives straight into your heat. Taking a deep inhale of your scent as he nuzzles his nose further into your cunt. Placing a kiss on the top of your mound through your panties as the scent of you envelops every fibre of his being. He runs his tongue over your panties through your slit, soaking them further in your juices and his spit. "My puppys so hungry huh" you smile at him while patting his head. He grunts, nodding his head as he places his open mouth on the soiled fabric sucking and tasting you through it while prodding at your puffy clit with the tip tongue through the fabric before nipping at it between his teeth. You can’t stop the high pitched moan that leaves you at the sensation.
He takes the top of your lacy thong in between his teeth and begins to pull them down. His hands stay firmly placed down on the floor, so you lift your hips ever so slightly to help your obedient boy. He pulls them down your thigh and calf and you lift your feet slightly so Frank can pull them all the way off. He sits back on his haunches again in front of you, big puppy eyes looking at you while your panties hang from his mouth. Your heart swells at the sight, you lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose before sitting back. Frank watches, eyes wild as you spread your legs apart, hooking your knees on either sides of the arm rests. Giving him a full view of your soaking wet and swollen lips, his eyes go black and tunnel visioned straight to your cunt. "Is this what you want puppy?" you coo softly. "yes please" he breathes, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans, it comes out muffled with your panties still in his mouth. “You’re going watch for a bit okay?” he whimpers, actually whimpers with his puppy eyes looking at you pleadingly. "my sweet boy, you've been so patient for me, just a little longer. Can you do that?" you chide. With a breathy exhale he nods "y-yes" he stammers. "Good boy" you softly exhale.
You lean back onto the armchair, shuffle your hips up so you can push your dress a little higher to make sure Frank has the perfect front row seat to your private viewing. You run your middle finger through your slit, a small breathy moan leaves your lips. You look down at Frank who is literally drooling with your panties still in his mouth "Drop" you command, your panties fall from his mouth. Your hand dips down further to your pussy. Adding another finger and gliding through your folds. A moan escapes your as you arch up a little off the seat, tits pushing up and your nipples peaked through your dress. "this is all for you puppy, this is what you do to me" you moan breathily Frank whines in response. You slip your fingers in your wet hole, he hears the squelch and your cry. Watching your wetness leak out from your hole, around your fingers and drip down. The sight in front of him and the noises coming out of you makes him feel like he's going to cum in his jeans right there. And if the dark path growing at his crotch is any indication he actually might if he has to sit here any longer.
He can still smell you from here and it takes all of Franks restraint to not lurch forward and latch straight on to your pussy. "Here boy" you pat the inside of your thigh, close to your heat, beckoning him over, he crawls forward. He leans into your scent, breathing it in awaiting his next command. "Open" you say gently, he complies you pull your fingers out of your cunt and push them into his mouth. He begins sucking instantly. You gently fuck your fingers in and out of his mouth, his eyes roll back as he moans around your fingers. Smiling at your sweet boy you take your fingers out. He looks up at you, "More?" you ask knowing the answer "Y-yes please" he begs.
You spread your legs a little further for him. "Eat" you smile at him, like a dog being rewarded its last meal he dives straight into your cunt. The growl that turns into whimper makes you clench around nothing "so sweet, taste like heaven" he murmurs into your folds, mostly to himself. You want him to fill you up right there and then, but you need to play this right. This isn't just about a physical release for Frank, this is about the trust he has in you to take him there in the way he needs, for you to take control of his mind and his decisions, so he can feel like he can do good.
You're moaning so loudly as he slurps away like his life depends on it. Sucking in all your juices as he fucks his tongue into your wet hole. "You're making me feel so good puppy, so so good - fuck" you mewl. Your hands carding through his hair, unable to stop the way your hips are grinding into his face. Your praise makes his chest swell with pride as he eats your cunt with a new found vigor.
Frank wastes no time, he takes one finger first through your slick still wanting to ease you into the stretch, not abusing the permission you have just given him. You gasp, hips buck forward as he plunges one finger all the way down to his knuckle. Pumping in and out, lips attaching on to your clit suckling away. He feels you loosen up after a few pumps on his thick finger before he slips another one in. You moan harder "yes Frankie, so good baby - you're doing so good" he smiles into your cunt at the praise. The two pads of his fingers find the spongey spot tucked away inside you as he curls his fingers just right. Continuing to massage and suck on your clit harder he feels your walls starting to pulse. "Please" he whispers into you, a whispered prayer for you to grace his face and his mouth with your wetness, one of his hands snake around your hips keeping you steady. You reach behind gripping onto the back of the armchair, other hand planted firmly in Franks hair, your hips start bucking wildly. "mmmpphhfuck i'm coming puppy i'm coming fuck just like that baby" you mewl. "please baby soak my fuckin mouth please i need it" he mumbles hoarsely. Your eyes flutter back into your skull as your pussy squeezes his fingers. Your legs start trembling, hooking themharder on the arm rest to keep yourself there. You gush around his fingers, spraying all over his mouth and dripping down his chin as Frank turns absolutely feral, moaning into your cunt drinking every last drop. His mouth is latched onto your clit sucking hard as his fingers work inside you the whole time riding you through your peak. As the roll of your hips slows down Frank slips his fingers out, you look down through your lashes, smiling at the sight between your legs. Franks lower face is glistening with your spray "oh no did I make a mess on my good boy?" you ask with faux sympathy. He smiles, completely enamoured by you "s'what I wanted" he kisses your inner thigh "you did so good for me puppy, made me feel so good" you coo, your nails raking through his hair. He feels butterflies thunder through him at your words.
"Stand" you say simply, and he is on his feet. You notice the tent in his jeans along with the darkened patch in the centre, he must be aching, your poor boy. "Everything off" you command, he works quickly, ridding himself of all his layers. Your hand falls down to your cunt, playing with your sensitive bud as you watch him. He stands at attention ready to be inspected by you. You bring your legs back in and cross them. Eyes go straight to his cock, he's so painfully hard, angry red tip glistening and leaking. "You've been such a good boy today, been so patient" you lean forward and kiss the tip of his cock and a whimper leaves his lips almost immediately. "You used your words, asked for what you wanted. I'm so proud of you puppy" you praise him as you stand up. You see his eyes well up ever so slightly, filled with a desperate need to please you laced with pride at your praise. You press your lips to his and give him a deep kiss, he opens his mouth instantly as your tongue slips through, tasting yourself on him. Your hand wraps around his cock, gently you start to stroke him. His eyes flutter shut as you continue pumping, deepening your kiss. Swallowing his whines into your mouth.
"I think its time for your treat" you smile into him and he looks into your eyes eagerly. He's so pent up and you know what he needs "dress on or off?" you ask softly "on-keep it on please" he says almost too quickly. You laugh softly "okay my sweet boy" you kiss him once more. "I know it was hard for you today puppy, but now - because you were so good, you get to take me however you want me" you tell him proudly. You climb onto the bed facing him, resting on your elbows pushing your tits out a little. His eyes go wider - pupils blown black, his cock throbbing, chest heaving like a bull waiting for the wave of the red flag. "Come get it puppy" you breathe.
A thread snaps in him, he lunges on to you like a dog let off his leash. His hands are everywhere, mouth on yours in an instant all tongue and teeth. He's kissing you, no, inhaling you. Breathing you in like he needs you more than air. His hands haphazardly pull the straps of your dress down, letting your tits spill out. His mouth is on them in a heartbeat sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and kneading the other with his rough paw. You let out a high pitched moan as Frank tugs at your nipple between his teeth "need to-can I-wanna be inside you" he swaps, taking your other nipple into his mouth like he's in a feeding frenzy "Please baby" he whines into your chest. "Mhmmm fuck yes you can baby" he hurriedly shucks your dress up to your waist, exposing your glistening cunt to him, his pupils filled with want at the sight.
He lines the head of his cock to your entrance, sighing at the feel of his cock resting against your folds. He slots his hands under the backs of your knees and pushes your legs behind till your knees hit the bed, folding you in half. He lowers his torso back down to, you, opening you up even further. He wraps his big arms under you pulling you closer to him. In this position your tits are pressed perfectly against him, as you are pinned under the weight of his body. He shifts his pelvis, his tip prodding at your entrance. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and in one deep thrust he shoves his cock, balls deep inside your warm wet cunt. You practically yelp into his mouth, "m'sorry baby, m'so sorry just need to be so deep inside of you" he pants, instantly setting a bruising pace, thrusting hard and fast into you. If you weren't pinned down by his mass you were sure you would have flown straight into the headboard. "S"okay puppy, feels so good so fuckin deep" you cry into his mouth your words uneven with each of his thrusts. He knows he's not going to last too long, but he is determined to make you come on his cock before he reaches his release.
You've felt him deep before but right now Frank feels like he is pumping his cock straight into your lungs. Your breathing uneven and struggling to keep up with with each of his hard thrusts. Frank bends his torso a little, bringing him face to face with your tits. He loves sucking on them and he knows how good it makes you feel. He swirls his tongue around one of your nipples bringing it into his mouth and starts sucking, hard. You arch off the bed in response pushing your tits further into his face "ohhhgoddd yes Frankie oh my god" you cry out in ecstacy "fuck feels so good when you suck on my tits like that baby" you whine, your nails piercing into his thighs and he relishes the sting. He doesn't let up on his pace, hammering his cock into you "i love milking these fuckin tits" he breathes out harshly. He brings one of his hands down, palm resting on your lower belly, feeling it bulge up and down from the way his cock pistons in and out of you. He snakes his thumb down to your puffy clit and starts circling. "want you to come on my cock baby -fuck- please come on my cock" he pants as he takes your other breast into his mouth. "yes yes yes goddd i'm right there Frankie" you mewl breathlessly and after a few more hard deep thrusts your pussy is fluttering around his cock. His thumb on your clit and his mouth on your tits working away. “yes yes yes right there puppy right fucking there hnngggggmygodd I’m coming baby yessss” The sound of your frantic high pitched cries and the wet sound of your bodies colliding fill the room. You feel as though you have ascended into heaven as you're coming. You convulse around him, you're not even sure what you're babbling as your praises for him fall out of your mouth.
It doesn't take long for Frank to reach his release as he is reduced to animalistic grunts, his pace and intensity gets harder. "gonna fuckin cum baby can i come please baby can i” he cries into you "fuckkkk yes fill me up puppy pleeeaase be a good boy and fill my fucking cunt up" you pant. Your words send him over the edge, he looks like a crazed animal as he pumps into you with bruising force as he spills out into you, your pussy pulses around him milking his cock. Frank is pushing his hips so deep into you, you feel your body getting pushed further into the bed as he fucks you through it. His grunts turn into a whine as you feel his release so deep into your cunt "thats my good boy" you moan sweetly, his cock still kissing your cervix.
For a few minutes neither of you move or speak. Just breathing, feeling your hearts beat on each other. Frank's arms have wrapped around your back again, keeping you pressed closed to him with his softened cock still nestled deep inside you. He kisses his way from your breasts into your neck and back up to your lips.
"How are you feeling baby?" you're the first to speak after a few minutes when both of your breaths had evened out, your eyes still closed with your arms locked around Frank's torso. "Feel so much better" he pauses, then continues "Thank you baby... thank you for taking caring of me" he whispers somewhat timidly. You smile, hands rubbing soothingly up and down his back "You did so good for me Frankie, always so perfect.... thank you for letting me". You feel a tear escape Frank as it drops onto your neck causing him nuzzle further into you. You don't say anything, you just hold him tighter placing a sweet kiss to the side of his head. "I love you so much Frank, I hope you know that… I’m not going anywhere, ever." you say with a loving firmness, you know the places his mind can go when he is vulnerable like this. You don't get to see it often, so when he lets it slip through you know you need to hold him with care. You feel the heave of his chest and a sharp inhale "I love you too baby, so fuckin much" he whispers into your neck with an almost undetectable wobble in his voice. You hold him firmly, placing kisses on his head and in his hair. Letting him take all the time he needs.
In all honesty, you were quite content where you were. Your loving man on top of you in your little pocket of happiness away from the claws of the world. You would stay here forever if you could.
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a/n: can't believe this was like the third or fourth fic i ever wrote, gosh I was in heat
[originally posted Apr-7 on the old blog]
i was gonna wait a few days to stagger out the release of my old fics, but i reread this one last night, and it's still one of my favourite things ever. i remember writing this, about three years ago, and being so excited to go back to it each day. i found it to be so beautiful, and some of the metaphors and descriptions i use in this fic still kinda blow my mind today.
i feel i'm super critical of my writing most of the time, but coming back to this, i am really fucking proud of it. i luv u frank castle, and the love you inspire in my writing.
warnings: 18+ MDNI. fluffy, but also smutty as hell. Sex dream. Use of 'sweet girl,' 'sweetheart,' etc. Masturbation, being caught masturbating. Dry humping yum. Fingering. Swearing. Unproteced p-in-v sex. Porn WITH plot. afab!reader.
His hair wasn’t long enough, you realised mid-way through threading your fingers in it. Too short, not enough to tug, not enough curl to it like Frank’s. Whoa, wait. Frank? The thought ripped you away from the guy you’d picked up at the bar; James, Jason? You couldn’t recall, and apparently it didn’t matter because all you seemed to be thinking about was Frank. Since when does that happen?
“You okay?” James or Jason asked, pupils blown wide, dark hair in tangles where you’d tried to pull it. The cold brick wall of the alley turned your spine to ice as you backed up against it.
“Yeah, um, I’ve got to go,” you muttered, double-checking you had your phone, keys, and wallet in your pockets. “Thanks for the drinks, and the kissing, and, yeah okay. Bye.”
The guy called out after you but you just kept walking up the street, leaving the noisy bar behind as you followed the neon blink of the ‘NO VACANCY’ sign. When you reached the twin room you’d booked that morning, the tarnished brass ‘153’ glimmering in the moonlight, the key missed the lock three times before you managed to successfully open the door. Kicking off your shoes, you wandered through the small room, poked your head into the bathroom, calling out for Frank but receiving no response.
A small part of you was saddened by the fact he wasn't around.
Shrugging off that feeling, you grabbed a change of clothes and ducked into the bathroom. While you showered, you thought back to the moment outside the bar. Why had you thought about him at that particular moment? But then you thought back further, days, weeks, months back.
Snippets flashed through your mind like the whip of a ribbon, rippling off in a stream of colour. Small moments, barely worth a second thought, that you’d fixated on without realising.
An accidental smile shining through in reaction to a silly remark you’d made when Frank was pissed. Sneaking a glance at him as he drove, profile haloed by the rising sun, your eyes blurry with exhaustion. Stitching him up in the low-light of shitty gas station bathrooms across the states, his soft murmurs keeping you calm as blood oozed beneath your fingertips, ‘attagirl, slow and steady, you got it, don’t go stabbing me now.’ His calloused hand braced against your hip, holding you back until it was safe to continue forward. The way he'd plucked a pair of your lace underwear out of the still-damp laundry, swinging it around his finger, eyebrows raised and a mischievous glint in his eye, 'these are delicate.' Stopping for donuts in the middle of the night and bickering over who got what, but always winding up sharing, having half of each.
Living on the road wasn’t easy, and having to remain vigilant at all times was fucking exhausting, but… Frank Castle, in his own little way, made it bearable. And somewhere along state lines, riding shotgun in his van, you’d stopped thinking about him as a reluctant partner-in-crime turned begrudging friend, and had started thinking about him when kissing other people. And now, apparently, in the shower.
The ever-darkening night had handed you a bout of self-awareness that, it seems, you’d been ignoring for ages. And it was coming back with a vengeance to bite you in the ass; here you were, wrapped in a towel that was too small to dry much, shivering against the chill in a motel room by yourself, while Frank was somewhere in town, probably having a much better night than you, and definitely thinking about the person he was kissing as he was kissing them.
After you’d spent the better part of forty minutes showering and contemplating every single interaction you’d ever had with Frank, you were clean and dry and dressed in some old sweatpants and a grey tank top. Chugging a few glasses of water, you flopped onto one of the beds, cringing a little as it squeaked loud enough to wake the dead.
Curling up beneath the blankets, you tucked your hands beneath your cheek and watched the television without really paying attention to what was happening. It was some celebrity game show where they were asked a bunch of questions that Frank, oddly, always knew the answers to. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand but you ignored it, figuring it would just be Frank texting you to let you know he wouldn’t be back until much later and to not wait up for him. That was the unspoken rule; it didn’t matter where or who you ended up with at night, as long as you let each other know that you were fine.
Flicking off the television, you rubbed your eyes and rolled onto your back, staring at the water-damaged ceiling. The orange-ish light of the bedside lamp cast a blanket of sickly gold over the room, so stark it made your eyes sting. So you closed them, and the sight that flashed before you was Frank; the sharp angle of his jaw, the bob of his throat as he spoke, the way his tongue would dart out to wet his lips when he was pissed off…
It was suddenly much too warm. Throwing back the blankets, a low groan rumbled from the back of your throat at the resounding creak that echoed through the room. Fuck this. Standing up, you pushed the two beds against opposite walls and tugged the mattresses onto the ground. Hell, if you were going to spend the night alone, you were going to do it comfortably and without being awoken by a grating, metallic shriek every time you dared to breathe deeply.
Now, much more comfortable in the silence, you fluffed up the pillows and settled in. Letting your eyes flutter shut once more, you slowed your breathing and tried to fall asleep.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
Your eyes flew open, heart racing, only to be greeted with an empty room. Shrugging, you pulled the covers up around your chin and shut your eyes. But there it was again, Frank’s voice like gravel, looping around in your head.
“I want you to do something for me…” The low rasp was enough to make your toes curl, heart thudding forcefully against your chest. “I want you to touch yourself like I would, can you do that?” Nodding, even though this was only your imagination, you slipped your hand beneath the waistband of your sweatpants. “Show me what you like, sweet girl. Show me what you want me to do.”
The night sky turned to liquid, stars burning within, and time slipped from your grasp. There was nothing left in the world but Frank’s voice, spurring you on, and the soft moans of his name that dripped from your lips and fluttered through the motel room like moths.
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A moth flittered past Frank’s nose as he got out of his van, bag of groceries in tow. The plastic crinkled in his hand as he jogged across the parking lot to Room 153, wanting desperately to get out of the cold. When you hadn’t responded to his text asking what you wanted from the 24-hour supermarket, he’d grabbed the essentials and a handful of the chocolate bars he knew you adored, and drove back to the motel, trying not to worry. Resisting the urge to hunt you down, just to make sure you were okay. If anything happened to you…
He’d seen you leave the bar with that man, whose gaze had slid like oil over your figure. Not that he’d said anything, of course, it was none of his business who you climbed into bed with. But for a fleeting moment, he’d wanted to take you back to the motel and have you all to himself. It was not the first time these selfish thoughts had clouded his better judgement.
Having you around had started off as a nuisance, you were always questioning his every move and ragging on him about cynical things like his ‘atrocious eating habits,’ but over time, you’d become a pleasant distraction. The roads were long and having you in the passenger seat, chattering away about different odds-and-ends, handing him snacks and water, and humming along to whatever was on the radio, well, you made the long hours of travel bearable. In your own special way.
Then, of course, the past few weeks, something had changed. You were on his mind, all the fucking time. When you weren’t around, he found himself wanting you near. When you were with him, he never wanted you to leave.
And then there’d been the dream. Between the endless cycle of nightmares that had hounded him for years, nightmares that all ended the same way, a sliver of light, of goodness had slipped through. It wasn’t much, just a few flashes of your smile, an echo of your laughter, but the moment that had caught him off guard was the warmth of your thigh under his hand and the brush of your lips against his own.
He’d awoken and sat up so quickly that his head spun, and from the bed across the room, you’d raised your eyebrows at him.
“Everything okay?” There had been a hint of that damn smile upon your face, like the sun peeking through the clouds, and he’d damn near wanted to cross the room and kiss you. He hadn’t, of course, but fuck he’d wanted to. He hadn’t been able to think straight since.
The key slid home, lock clicking, and he pushed the door open with his elbow, careful not to drop the groceries. The harsh light from the lamp made him pause, blinking against the sudden change in brightness.
But there you were. Splayed across the mattresses on the floor, sheets a tangled mess at your feet, back arched, with one hand down your pants and the other beneath your shirt, toying with your breasts. Frank’s breath caught in his throat. Shit, he shouldn’t be seeing you like this, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t fucking move. His bones had turned to cement, his blood to glue, and he was stuck.
It didn’t help that the moans tumbling from your lips sounded an awful lot like his name.
It also didn’t help that, the moment you came, shuddering and groaning, was also the moment you spotted him standing in the doorway. Eyes widening, you drew your hand away, but your body was still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“Frank,” it was meant to come out as a startled shout, but it slipped free, breathy and light, with a hint of a moan laced within. Pulling the covers up, as though you could hide from everything you’d just done and everything he’d seen, you tried and failed to calm your ragged breathing.
“Frank, I’m so sorry, I─ I didn’t think you’d be back until tomorrow morning, I’m─” you sighed, smacking a hand to your forehead as you sat up. “Oh God, I’m so embarrassed, I’m so sorry.”
Frank said nothing as he closed and locked the door, set the bag of supplies on the ground, and started calmly unlacing his boots. You, on the other hand, were trying to figure out what to do with yourself. Should you leave the room? Leave the motel entirely? Dig a hole in the ground, crawl into it, and never dare to show your face again?
The third option seemed awfully tempting as Frank finally, finally, faced you again.
“It’s alright,” his voice was softer than goose-feather down, each syllable peeled back a layer of your skin until your bones were laid bare. Everything on display for him, despite the clothes you wore. Heat spread across your cheeks, shame, the full effects of being caught slowly settled in, curling up in your stomach like a stubborn cat. “S’alright, sweetheart.”
The term of endearment struck like a bullet through the brain.
Frank refused to meet your gaze as he wandered over to the kitchenette, careful not to trip over the blankets spilling onto the greyish carpet. Pouring two glasses of cold water from the pitcher in the mini-fridge, he sat on the floor beside the mattresses and handed one to you.
“You were saying my name,” he muttered, as though he couldn’t quite comprehend it. Suddenly, the bottom of the cup seemed very interesting as you took a long gulp, if only to buy yourself time to somehow come up with a response to that. But all the water in the world couldn’t have saved you, so it was better to just bite the bullet.
“Yes, I was.”
Frank glanced up at you from beneath lowered brows, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Why?”
“Because I was thinking about you.” Taking another sip, you watched him over the rim of the cup, but he was impossible to read.
“While you were touching y─”
“Yes. And I’m sorry. You were never meant to─”
“But I did.”
“Yes.”
God, each admission made you want to lay down in the middle of the highway, but you couldn’t lie. Not to him. Frank always saw through your lies.
He drained the water in three large mouthfuls, wiping away the droplet that escaped down his chin with his thumb. Drumming his fingers on the side of the cup, he turned to you, eyes like sparkling pools of ink.
“I think about you, too.”
Oh? Your stomach dropped, plummeting through the floor, through the very foundations, and straight down into the vast depths of hell.
“All the damn time,” he continued, running a hand through his hair, choking on a laugh. The flash of his smile as he turned away, a glimpse of his true grin, was so unexpected that your breath caught in your throat at the beauty of it. Frank so rarely let himself laugh, and it was always fleeting, gone within seconds, but the smile lingered; a smear of apricot paint on a blank canvas. Stark and bright and warm. A glimmer of sticky sweetness, a taste of childish wonder, seeping from a crack in his steely resolve.
Without thinking, your hand crept across the sea of blankets, finding a home on his shoulder; anything to get him to look at you. And he did, slowly turning back to you, his own hand rose to cover yours. The warmth of his palm seeped into you, each callous like a thistle scraping gently against your knuckles, and your mind zeroed in on the contact. Goosebumps spread like wildfire across your skin.
“Frank.” There it was again, that breathy sigh of his name that drove him so close to insanity he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to remind himself he was human.
Frank’s hand shook as he cupped your cheek, and the gesture was as much a brand as a tattoo. Weeks from now, you knew you’d still feel the lingering heat, the soft brush of his fingertips.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his dark gaze searching your own for any sign of what you were thinking. “Anythin’ you want, I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to kiss me,” you whispered, resting your forehead against his. “Please kiss me.”
There had always been a ravine between the two of you, and you’d spent the past few months shouting across it, getting to know each other from a comfortable distance. Never too close. There was a rickety bridge, fashioned from shared glances and subtle smiles, that you just had to cross. Or meet each other halfway.
And yet, as Frank leaned in to kiss you, he sliced the ropes that held the bridge together. He sliced the ropes and leapt off the edge, plunging into the dark unknown of the ravine. And without second-guessing yourself, you threw yourself after him.
His lips were so soft against yours, like snowflakes or flower petals, so unlike anything you’d ever expect from him. Everything about Frank was sharp and harsh and grating, bloody and scarred. He was carved from stone, angular and strong and untouchable.
But his lips, they were holy. Gentle and smooth, like velvet in a stream, moving as one with the water, becoming it. And they slid into place over your own as easily as though you’d done this a thousand times.
Stubble brushed against your palm as you cupped his face with both hands, pulling him closer. Frank crawled onto the mattress with you, laying you down with such tenderness that you sighed dreamily against his lips.
Frank planted one hand beside your head, holding himself up, as he slid the other beneath your shirt, fabric riding up and exposing your skin to the nighttime chill. Running his thumb over your ribs, skirting along the underside of your breast, Frank hummed as you gripped his jacket in your fists, needing to be closer.
“You’re shakin’ like a leaf, sweetheart,” he murmured against the side of your neck, placing a trail of kisses from that special spot behind your ear, all the way down to your collarbone. “Do you want me to stop? I can, no hard feelings─”
“No. God no, please don’t stop. I’m just,” you jolted, swallowing a gasp, as Frank’s thigh dipped between your legs, spreading them,“sensitive.”
“Is that right?”
Cocky bastard, but a smug smile crept onto your face at the slight waver in his words.
He kissed you again. And again, and again. Each press of lips and swipe of his tongue was another step in your undoing as you unravelled like a ball of twine in his embrace. Frank was all over you, the weight of him on top of you, the broadness of his shoulders, each angular jut of muscle and sinew, it was almost too much. You arched up into him, pressing your chest flush against his, and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers buried in his hair.
Hair that was just the right length to tug, just the right length to get lost in.
A low groan rumbled from within Frank’s chest, bubbling up his throat, and he ground his hips against you. Instinctively, your legs tightened around his waist, ankles crossed behind him, holding him close. Pushing him closer. With a roll of your hips, the bulge in Frank’s jeans finally settled against where you wanted it most.
Through the fabric of your sweatpants, you could feel him, every inch of him pressed against the inside of your thigh. Frank’s tongue swiped up your throat before he latched onto the underside of your jaw, teeth scraping, to leave a mark that would linger for days. He was rocking hips into yours, a low groan slipped from between his lips and reverberated against your neck, and it felt like you were in high school again; trying to make-do on a single bed, with the door half-open while your parents watched television just down the hall.
“I need you” you whispered, reaching down to tug at the waistband of his pants. Frank pulled away, kneeling between your legs, as he undid his belt, gaze never leaving yours as he tugged the strip of leather from the loops on his jeans. With one swift movement, he shrugged his jacket off, his shirt followed soon after. Then he tugged your sweatpants down, gaze roaming unabashedly as he drank in the sight of you before him, the black cotton panties still shielding you from him.
“If we do this,” he said, running his hands up your now-bare thighs as he positioned himself back between them, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to keep my hands off you.” Not when he’d spent so long holding himself on a tight leash, never daring to cross such a line. The long nights you’d spent patching him up, your fleeting, gentle touch lingering long after you’d gone away… It had come closer to killing him than any bullet. Having you so close but so fucking far away was the worst kind of torture.
“That’s okay,” you sighed, cupping his jaw in your hands, tracing your thumb over the small gash on his lip. “If we do this, I’ll never want anyone else to touch me.”
“Attagirl.” This time, his kiss tasted like sparks and embers, tearing its way down your throat, gathering like a bonfire in your chest. And you were content to let yourself burn and burn and burn. You choked on a gasp as Frank tucked your underwear to the side, sliding two fingers into you without resistance.
The warmth he found between your legs, the way you arched up against his chest, your shaky breaths fanning his neck… It was exactly how he imagined it as he spent long nights just one bed away from you. Shameful moments spent in dimly-lit motel bathrooms, standing beneath lukewarm shower spray, jerking himself off to the thought of you, biting down on his fist so hard he drew blood in an attempt to silence his pathetic groans and whimpers, while you were busy making dinner just outside.
Frank curled his fingers at the same moment he lowered his head to your neck, digging his teeth into your collarbone, marking you. You whimpered a little at the pain but… it felt good.
"Do that again, Frankie," you sighed, gripping his forearms, "make me yours."
The words snapped some kind of tether in him, a weak chain link finally giving way. His teeth scraped against the underside of your jaw this time, then down down down, leaving a trail of raspberry red blooms. Frank pulled away to help you out of your shirt, chuckling at your whimper caused by the sudden absence of his fingers. The sound that came from within him as his gaze scoured every inch of your bare skin sent a new wave of heat through you. It was animalistic and raw and so full of need that it nearly knocked the wind out of you.
His hands skirted along your hips, your waist, and up to your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. A harsher one, pinching your nipples then soothing the hurt with soft kisses. When Frank glanced up at you whilst his tongue swirled around one of your nipples, seeing you with your face scrunched up, mouth ajar and eyes shut tight, was like seeing a glimpse of heaven. He may not believe in God, but fucking hell, seeing you like this, brought undone by the slightest touch… It was holy. There was no other way to describe it.
“I can’tㅡ” you groaned, squirming under Frank. He pulled away instantly, ready to apologise, but you grabbed him by the wrist. “No, no, Frank, it’s okay. I just, I can’t wait anymore. Please, I just need you to…” You sighed deeply, running your hands down his chest.
“Use your words, pretty girl, come on. You always have so much to say, don’t shut up on me now.”
You tried, you really did, to put into words how to explain just how badly you needed him, but it was impossible. So, with a shove and a surprised grunt from Frank, he was under you.
In an instant, his hands were on your waist, pulling you down, holding you against the bulge in his jeans. Rolling your hips back and forth, with your hands planted on his chest, digging into hard muscle, you gazed down at him, a saccharine smile tugging at your lips. With nimble fingers, you thumbed free the button and undid his fly, shuffling back a little to tug his pants and boxer-briefs down.
There was no build-up, you’d already gone without him for so long, you simply sunk down onto Frank’s cock. A long, breathy sigh slipped from the back of your throat like a silken ribbon, smooth and soft, once he was fully settled within you. It stung, just a little, he was thicker than you’d anticipated, but by God, he fit perfectly. You hadn’t even moved and you were already a panting mess, chest heaving like you’d just sprinted three miles.
Frank, on the other hand, was struggling. It felt like he was seventeen again, fumbling in the dark, getting caught in twisted sheets, moaning too loud and cumming too fast. With his hands gripping your hips, a muscle in his jaw feathered as he gritted his teeth hard enough to hurt. Fucking hell, he wasn’t going to last long. And when you slowly lifted yourself up, then lowered once more, he damn near lost his mind.
Frank’s hand crept up to wrap around your throat, and he could feel the hum of approval brewing before it vibrated against his palm.
“Fuck,” was he all he managed to get out as you started circling your hips; slow, languorous gyrations that all but reduced him to nothingness. There was only you, on top of him, in control, taking whatever he’d give. Which, at the present moment, wasn’t much. It was an effort to not let go, to just cum then and there, but God he wanted this to last. So, with shaking hands, he scooped you up and laid you down in the cocoon of sheets. Sliding a pillow beneath your hips, he stripped his pants all the way off and thrust back in, the momentary absence of your heat almost agonising.
He hit deep, deep enough to pull a long whimper of his name from your mouth. Squeezing your eyes shut, you fisted your hands in the sheets as stilled inside you, then pulled out, then slid all the way back in. Jesus Christ, you could barely focus.
“Let me see those pretty eyes,” Frank muttered between thrusts, leaning down to kiss your neck, lips hovering over ever-darkening splotches of reddish-purple. Then he rested his forehead against your own, staring directly into your eyes as he thrusted deeper and deeper. You could see everything written across his face, every flash of lust and hunger and helplessness and desire and raw, guttural infatuation.
Each roll of his hips, each press of your heels into his back, forcing him deeper, was adding fuel to the bonfire raging in your stomach.
“Frank, pleasepleaseplease, right there, oh God.” You kissed him and kissed him and kissed him, gobbling down every grunt and moan that escaped him as though they were sticky-sweet caramels. It was only when your teeth scraped his bottom lip, tugging at an almost-healed gash, that his movements faltered.
Raking your nails down his back, feeling every ridge and hollow, you grabbed at his hips, guiding his thrusts as his loud groans filled the motel room. You bucked your hips, meeting him stroke-for-stroke, arching up into him. With his chest pressed against your own, you could practically feel his thundering heart drumming against your skin.
“Sweetheart,” it was more of a warning than anything else.
You cupped his jaw, just as it went slack, and watched as his entire face changed, scrunching then opening up like a tulip in the spring. Mouth ajar, shuddering groans emerging from within, Frank’s arms shook as he triedㅡ and failedㅡ to hold himself up. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he came, filling you in thick, warm bursts. The full weight of him bore down on you, pressing you into the mattress.
Although his body shuddered, and he was breathing hard through clenched teeth, he slid a hand between your bodies, circling your clit at a ruthless, relentless pace, determined to shatter you.
It didn’t take much for you to fall apart completely, his name a broken cry on your lips.
“Tha’s a good girl, there you go.”
The two of you stayed there, tangled in the sheets, legs and bodies intertwined, for a good long while. A glimmer of disbelief hung in the air.
That had really happened…
It happened twice more before the sun rose. And once again in the shower.
A Frank castle x regressor! reader drabble.(BLOGS WITH NSFW WILL BE BLOCKED DO NOT INTERACT.)
Summary:frank notices you like being re-taught things when little or repeating certain milestones for comfort,like learning your abc’s or walking,so he goes along with it and cares for you.💛
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The quiet rustling of fabric was the only sound in the bedroom as frank put away the clean laundry,well…Was the only sound till he could hear your soft babbles."baby?"he peaked his head out into the hallway,there you sat on the hard wooden floor,stuffie in your arms,you cooed happily when you saw him,crawling over to hi-wait,crawling?"sweetheart,why are you on the floor?it’s dirty."you whined,huffing softly."what’s goin’ on,baby?"he set the laundry on the bed as he turned to face you fully,you whined again,tugging on his sleeve."want help."his expression turned to one of confusion."help with what,baby?"you thought for a moment before hesitantly mumbling."…walking."he blinked,taking a moment to think before asking softly."sweetheart,what do you mean by that?.."you hesitated,you didn’t wanna be weird,but other regressors got to do that with their dada,why can’t you?…"i…i want dada to help me learn how to walk."he didn’t respond for a few moments before mumbling softly."baby…i-okay…yeah,go uh..go to the living room,I’ll be there in a minute."you shuffle to the living room,frank stands there in the silence of the bedroom,he feels happy,but theres a empty,sinking feeling churning in the pit of his chest,he remembers when Lisa was still alive,he remembers staying up all night with her when she couldn’t sleep as a baby,remembers her first steps,it’s not the same situation with you,no,but it still gives him that feeling sometimes,that heartache.he slips on his knee brace and heads into the living room,he kneels on the hardwood floor across from you,arms ready to catch you if you stumble,you stand a bit,slowly starting to stumble over to him."come on,come to dada sweetheart,you can do it."he coos,you almost trip but he catches you,his hands gently holding yours,guiding both of you up,considering how big Frank is,he doesn’t really need to hunch over too much to do this."there we go,thats it,m’so proud of you,baby."you squeal happily,he helps you walk for a few more minutes before picking you up,softly kissing your head."come on,let’s get you ready for bed,baby."
Frank castle x female over 18! reader - kissing but mostly fluff :3 -
[creep at the beginning of the fic - nothing major]
You shifted your bag higher on your shoulder and glanced at your phone. No missed calls.
Your dad was supposed to pick you up twenty minutes ago.
The car park outside the diner was almost empty now, the yellow glow of the streetlamps stretching across the damp pavement. You were debating whether to call him again when a dark sedan rolled to a stop beside the curb.
The driver’s window slid down.
“Hey, honey.”
Immediately, every muscle in your body tightened.
The man behind the wheel looked to be in his sixties. He flashed a smile that made your skin crawl.
“You waiting on someone?”
You took a step back.
“Yeah.”
“You sure? Been standing out here a while.” His eyes dragged over you. “I can give you a ride.”
“I’m good.”
Instead of driving away, he put the car in park.
Your stomach dropped.
The driver’s door opened.
“Come on. Don’t be like that.”
You took another step backwards.
“No thanks.”
He was already climbing out.
Then—
“Y/N.”
The voice cut through the parking lot like a knife.
Low. Calm.
You turned so fast your neck nearly hurt.
Frank.
Standing beside his truck, one hand resting on the open driver’s door.
His expression didn’t change.
Didn’t have to.
Relief hit so hard it nearly made your knees give out.
Without thinking, you hurried toward him. Frank’s eyes never left the man. Not once.
You slipped into the passenger seat while Frank remained outside. The stranger froze where he stood.
Frank looked at him.
No shouting. No threats. Nothing dramatic.
Just that stare.
Cold. Heavy. The kind that made it very clear Frank had already decided exactly what would happen if the guy took another step.
The man’s confidence vanished almost instantly.
“Hey, man, I was just—”
Frank took one step forward.
The guy stopped talking.
A second later he climbed back into his car and drove away.
Only then did Frank get into the truck.
The silence stretched between you as he started the engine.
Your hands were still shaking.
Frank noticed immediately.
“You alright?”
You nodded.
“Yeah.”
A pause.
Then quieter:
“Thanks.”
His jaw tightened.
“Shouldn’t have been standing out there alone.”
You looked down at your lap.
“Thought Dad was coming.”
Frank glanced over briefly.
“He asked me to get you.”
You smiled despite yourself.
“Good timing.”
Something told you it wasn’t timing at all.
The truck rumbled through the dark streets, the heater humming softly. You stared out the window, replaying the encounter in the car park over and over.
“If your dad doesn’t answer his phone again,” Frank said eventually, “you call me.”
You shook your head immediately.
“I don’t wanna bother—”
“Call me.”
The words weren’t loud, but they cut straight through your protest.
You looked over.
Frank was still focused on the road, jaw tight, like the conversation wasn’t up for debate.
“Okay.”
“Good.”
Silence settled again before you noticed something felt off.
Frank was quieter than usual. Not withdrawn. Focused.
Like he was thinking through something.
Your chest tightened.
“Frank?”
“Hm.”
“What’s going on?”
His grip shifted slightly on the steering wheel.
For a moment you thought he wasn’t going to answer.
Then—
“Your dad’s alright.”
Panic immediately spiked.
“Why are you saying it like that?”
“Because I knew that’s where your head was gonna go.”
“Frank.”
He exhaled slowly.
“Your dad got himself into a situation.”
Your heart dropped.
“What kind of situation?”
“A bad one.”
“Is he hurt?”
“No.”
The answer came immediately. Firm. Certain.
You released a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.
“But he needs to leave the city for a while.”
The relief vanished.
“What?”
“Just for a little while. He can’t stay here.”
You stared at him.
Every possible terrible scenario raced through your mind.
“Frank—”
“Hey.”
His voice softened slightly.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Start spiralling.”
Your eyes burned.
“You just told me my dad has to leave and I can’t go home.”
“I know.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“You stay with me.”
The answer came so naturally that for a second you forgot to panic.
“What?”
“You’ll stay at my place.”
Frank finally glanced over. The look he gave you was steady. Grounding.
“You don’t need to worry about where you’re sleeping.”
“But—”
“You got a bed.”
“But—”
“You got food.”
Despite everything, a laugh escaped you.
“But—”
“You got somebody keeping an eye on things.”
The corner of your mouth twitched.
Frank noticed.
Of course he did.
“You always this bossy?”
A low sound left him.
Not quite a laugh.
“Yeah.”
The tension in your chest eased just a little.
“You trust me?”
The question surprised you.
You didn’t even have to think about it.
“Yeah.”
A long pause followed.
Then—
“Good.”
Something about the way he said it made your stomach flutter.
Not because it was romantic.
Because it sounded like it mattered to him.
—
When he pulled up, his place was nothing like you expected.
A small loft space above an old building.
Warm light spilling through the windows.
Worn-in, lived-in. Not messy, but clearly used by someone who didn’t care about making it look nice—just functional.
You hesitated at the doorway.
Frank noticed.
“C’mon,” he said, unlocking it and stepping inside first.
You followed slowly.
It smelled faintly like coffee and soap and something metallic underneath you couldn’t quite place.
He shut the door behind you.
“You can sit,” he said, nodding toward the sofa.
You hovered instead.
“I’m okay.”
Frank gave you a look.
Not annoyed.
Just… patient in a way that didn’t really match his reputation.
“Sit.”
So you did.
A few seconds passed before you spoke again.
“Where are your blankets and stuff? I can— I’ll sort it out.”
You stood up again immediately, already scanning the room.
Frank watched you for a moment.
Then pushed off the counter.
“C’mere.”
“I’ve got it—”
“Hey. Hey.”
His hand came gently to the small of your back.
Not pushing.
Just guiding you still.
“You’re taking the bed.”
You turned slightly.
“What? No, Frank—”
“I’m not letting you sleep on this couch.”
“I can— I’m fine, honestly, it’s not a problem—”
He cut you off again, calmer this time.
“It’s been a friend to me more than once.”
That made your mouth twitch into a real smile this time.
Frank noticed.
Of course he did.
“C’mon,” he said again, softer now.
He didn’t wait for another argument.
Just led you down the short hallway toward his bedroom.
Frank pushed the door open and flicked on the lamp beside the bed.
The room was simple.
A dresser.
A chair in the corner.
A worn wooden nightstand.
Nothing fancy.
Nothing unnecessary.
Just Frank.
You lingered awkwardly in the doorway.
Suddenly very aware that this was his room.
His bed.
His space.
Frank noticed immediately.
“You can go in.”
You glanced at him.
“Feels weird.”
One corner of his mouth twitched. “Why?”
“I don’t know.” You laughed softly.
He stepped closer.
Not enough to crowd you.
Just enough that his hand brushed lightly against your arm.
“It’s just a room.”
You looked around again.
Somehow that didn’t help.
The mattress was neatly made.
The lamp cast a warm glow across the dark walls.
It felt strangely comfortable.
Safe.
Frank watched your expression soften.
“You alright?”
There it was again.
The constant checking.
The constant making sure.
You nodded.
“Yeah.”
His eyes searched your face for another second before he seemed satisfied.
“You need anything, I’m right outside.”
The reassurance came naturally.
Like he wanted you to know that before anything else.
You swallowed.
“Okay.”
A small silence settled.
Neither of you moved.
Then Frank’s hand found the small of your back again.
Gentle.
Brief.
The kind of touch that seemed automatic.
Protective more than anything.
“You should get some sleep.”
You turned toward him.
Suddenly aware of how close he was standing.
Frank looked tired.
Not exhausted.
Just worn down in that way he always seemed to be.
Like he carried more than he ever talked about.
“You sure you’re okay on the couch?”
The question slipped out before you could stop it.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Not annoyed.
Just amused.
“Ain’t the first time.”
“No?” You smiled.
A low huff left him.
Closest thing to a laugh.
“No.”
You found yourself smiling wider.
Frank looked away first.
A habit you’d started noticing.
Whenever things became even slightly personal.
His hand squeezed your shoulder once.
Light.
Quick.
Then dropped.
“You lock the door if it makes you feel better.”
Your chest tightened unexpectedly.
Not because you were scared.
Because he was trying so hard to make you feel safe.
Even if he didn’t know how to say it.
You nodded.
“Thanks, Frank.”
His gaze met yours again.
Steady.
Warm in a way few people ever got to see.
“Get some sleep, kid.”
Kid.
The nickname should’ve annoyed you.
Instead it made your stomach flutter.
Frank stepped backwards toward the hallway.
Pausing at the door.
“If you need anything.”
“I know.”
A beat.
Then another.
“You’re right outside.”
Something softened in his expression.
“Yeah.”
Then he finally disappeared into the hallway, leaving the bedroom door partly open behind him and the warm glow of the apartment spilling quietly into the room.
The apartment had gone quiet.
You lay on top of Frank’s blankets staring at the ceiling.
Sleep wasn’t happening.
Every time you closed your eyes, your thoughts started racing again.
Your dad.
Whatever trouble he’d gotten himself into.
Not knowing where he was.
Not knowing when you’d see him again.
The stranger in the parking lot.
The fear you’d felt.
Everything hit at once.
Before you knew it, tears were sliding down your cheeks.
You turned onto your side and pressed the heel of your hand against your eyes.
Trying to stop.
Trying to pull yourself together.
But the more you tried, the worse it got.
A quiet knock sounded at the bedroom door.
You froze.
“Y/N?”
Frank.
You quickly wiped your face.
Took a breath.
Another.
“Come in.”
The door opened slowly.
Frank stepped inside.
A grey t-shirt stretched across his shoulders, sleeves pushed up his forearms.
His expression softened the second he saw you.
“Hey.”
You looked away.
“Hey.”
“You okay?”
You nodded automatically.
The answer sitting right there.
Ready.
Yeah.
I’m fine.
But it wouldn’t come out.
Your throat tightened.
Frank waited.
Patient.
Silent.
Giving you room.
And somehow that made it harder.
You looked down at the blanket gathered in your hands.
Then shook your head.
“No.”
The word cracked apart as it left you.
Your eyes immediately filled again.
“Damn it.”
You turned away quickly.
Embarrassed.
But Frank was already moving.
The mattress dipped as he sat beside you.
Not too close.
Just enough.
“C’mere.”
The words came low and gentle.
Nothing like the rough voice he used with everyone else.
You didn’t argue.
Couldn’t.
The second his arm wrapped around your shoulders, everything fell apart.
You buried your face against him and started crying properly.
Frank held you without hesitation.
One arm around your back.
The other hand resting lightly against the back of your head.
“It’s alright.”
You shook your head.
“It isn’t.”
“I know.”
The honesty caught you off guard.
No false promises.
No pretending everything was fine.
Just understanding.
“I don’t know what’s happening.”
His hand moved slowly up and down your back.
“I know.”
“What if he’s not okay?”
Frank was quiet for a moment.
Long enough that you lifted your head slightly.
When you looked at him, his expression was serious.
Certain.
“Your dad’s okay.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
The confidence in his voice made something inside you ease.
Just a little.
Frank wasn’t the kind of man who said things he didn’t mean.
If he was telling you that, he believed it.
You swallowed hard.
Trying to calm down.
Frank stayed exactly where he was.
No rushing you.
No awkwardness.
Just letting you cry.
After a while your breathing finally started to slow.
Frank handed you a tissue from the nightstand.
Apparently he’d noticed them there before you had.
That made you laugh weakly.
He nodded toward it.
“Thought that might help.”
You laughed again despite yourself.
Frank’s mouth twitched.
A tiny smile.
Gone almost immediately.
“There she is.”
The words were quiet.
But they made your chest ache for a completely different reason.
Because all night he’d been watching.
Checking.
Making sure you were okay.
Even when you hadn’t been.
His arm remained around your shoulders.
Warm.
Comforting.
And for the first time since he’d picked you up outside the diner, the knot in your chest started to loosen.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on in that head?”
You hesitated.
Then leaned against him again.
“I don’t wanna lose everyone, Frank.” Your voice comes out smaller than you meant it to.
He doesn’t answer right away.
His jaw works side to side
That thing he does when he’s chewing on what to say, weighing each word like ammunition.
“I know, sweetheart.” His hand lifts, hesitates, then settles in your hair.
His fingers stroke through the tangles, slow and deliberate. “I’m not going anywhere.”
You lean into his chest.
His shirt is soft. Worn cotton. It smells like laundry detergent and warm skin.
When the crying finally subsides, you lift your head.
And that’s when you see it.
His eyes. How they’ve gone all soft around the edges, the creases deepening, the usual hard set of his mouth relaxed into something almost tender.
The dog tags gleam. The lamp hums. The room presses in close and quiet.
“Frank…” Your voice is a rasp.
“Yeah?”
Your eyes drop to his lips.
Just for a second.
A flicker.
But it’s enough that you’re already moving before your brain catches up, leaning in, tilting your head, pressing your mouth to his.
He doesn’t pull away.
Your tongue slides past his lips and he lets you, and then his tongue is moving too, and for a long, suspended moment.
There’s nothing but the wet heat of his mouth and the faint scrape of stubble and the sound of your own heartbeat drowning out everything else.
Then you yank back.
“Fuck.” Your hand flies to your mouth. “I’m so sorry—I’m sorry, I just—”
“Y/N.” Frank’s voice cuts through the panic. Steady. Unruffled. “It’s fine.”
“I’m sorry,” you say again, because apparently your vocabulary has shrunk to two words.
He smiles. A real smile, crooked at the corner, and there’s something almost sad in it. “You’re a little young for me.”
Your stomach drops. “I’m sorry…”
“Cm’ere.”
His hand cups your cheek.
His palm is calloused, rough in a way that makes your skin prickle, and he pulls you back to him with slow, inevitable gravity.
This time he kisses you. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring, unhurried, and you feel the instruction in every movement—like this, not so fast, follow me.
“Not so hard, Y/N,” he murmurs against your lips.
You nod, adjusting, softening the press of your tongue.
“Like this?”
His breath ghosts across your cheek. “There you go.”
The lesson continues. His fingers trace down the side of your neck, tilting your head to a better angle.
His teeth graze your lower lip and you gasp, and he pulls back just enough to whisper, “Pay attention,” before kissing you again, deeper this time, his tongue curling against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes your thighs clench.
The duvet bunches under your knees as you shift, swing one leg over his lap, settle your weight onto his thighs.
Straddling him.
The new angle brings your hips flush against his, and you can feel him through his jeans—half-hard, restrained—and your body answers with a roll of your hips before your mind gives permission.
Frank’s hands clamp onto your waist.
“Y/N.” His voice is strained now. Different. “Your dad will kill me.”
“Please.” The word escapes before you can catch it, thin and desperate, not the way you wanted it to sound.
He closes his eyes.
His forehead drops to yours.
The dog tags swing forward and press cold against your collarbone.
For a long moment, the only sound is breathing—yours ragged, his controlled in a way that must be costing him.
“No, no—I’d love to,” he says, and the words rumble low in his chest, “but Y/N, just… not tonight, okay?”
You pull back.
Offence flares hot in your chest, and you know it’s irrational—you know it—but rejection still stings like a slap. “Why not?”
Frank opens his eyes.
He looks at you, and it’s not pity in his gaze, not condescension or dismissal. It’s care. Actual, infuriating, inconvenient care.
“You’re upset,” he says.
“You’ve been crying. You’re exhausted. And I’m not gonna be the guy who takes advantage of that.” His thumb strokes along your jawline.
“If you ever want to… you know…” He trails off, and for the first time, Frank seems uncertain, almost shy.
“Then you come find me when you’re feeling okay. When you’re not using me as a life raft.”
Your throat tightens.
The words land somewhere deep, somewhere you’re not ready to examine yet.
“But for now,” he continues, lifting you gently off his lap and setting you back on the bed, “you’re gonna drink your water. And you’re gonna sleep. And in the morning, I’ll make you pancakes.”
He stands, adjusts himself through his jeans without embarrassment, and offers you a lopsided grin. “I make really good pancakes.”
You don’t know whether to laugh or cry or throw the damn mug at his head.
“Frank?”
“Yeah?”
“One more kiss?”
He hesitates. The lamplight carves shadows under his cheekbones, makes him look young and old all at once.
Then he bends down, one hand braced on the mattress, and presses his lips to your forehead. Lingering. Deliberate. His dog tags dangle and brush your throat.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
He straightens up. He walks to the door. He pauses with his hand on the frame, looking back at you—rumpled on his bed, in his shirt, cheeks still wet—and something flickers across his face that you can’t name.
“Leave the door cracked?” you ask.
“Yeah.” His voice is soft.
And then he’s gone, and the room is quiet except for the hum of the lamp and the distant sound of the sofa creaking under his weight, and you lie back on his pillow that smells like him.
You wonder if he’s lying awake out there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about your mouth, thinking about the weight of you in his lap, thinking about what he’d do if you walked out there right now and asked again.
you heard frank's belt slipping free from its loops with a soft click. the leather wrapped around your wrists once, twice... then he lifted them above your head and fastened them to the bedframe. you could feel his weight settle onto the mattress beside you as he loomed over you. his gaze dropped to your lips for half a second before dragging lower.
he shifted, one knee pressing between your legs as he leaned down - close enough that his breath ghosted over your mouth. frank cupped the side of your face with his rough palm, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. one hand stayed at your jaw while the other slid under your shirt, your warm soft skin meeting his calloused fingers as they traced upward slowly.
the kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past your lips, exploring every part of you. when his hand reached the clasp of your bra, he paused for half a second just to watch you breathe. your chest rose fast under him, your pupils were blown out, lips red and puffy.
his muscular thigh slid firmly between yours, adding pressure as he adjusted his position. each grind sent a pulse straight to your core. just enough to make you squirm and whimper into the kiss. the belt clicked again - this time, he released it. without a word, frank guided you onto your stomach. the mattress dipped under his weight as he repositioned himself behind you.
your arms were gently but firmly pulled back by him - wrists crossed at the small of your back. the leather came around you again, tightening just enough to secure without chafing. he tied it neatly and tested its hold with a slight tug.
one hand hooked into the remaining fabric at your waist and slowly peeled it down past thighs without rushing. frank exhaled sharply through his nose as he aligned himself. his cock - thick with a slight upward curve at the base - pressed against your entrance, warm and heavy from arousal. his other hand gripped your hip hard enough to leave faint fingerprints.
your body resisted instinctively because of his size and frank paused immediately when he felt you tighten around him. then slowly he pushed another inch inside as your walls fluttered around him.
frank’s jaw clenched, his breath coming deeper now. every nerve in his cock lit up at the sensation; warmth and pressure surrounding him. his forearm flexed where it braced beside you - veins standing out slightly as he fought to keep steady instead of thrusting forward all at once.
your body arched the moment he fully sheathed himself inside you as pure sensation overwhelmed your nerves. eyes fluttered shut, then rolled back slightly, the pupils swallowing all color as a silent gasp escaped your lips. every muscle in your core clenched instinctively because of how full you felt. stretched beyond anything gentle, filled completely by his size and heat.
his voice dropped lower - thick with something darker than desire. the next thrust was deeper, harder, making you gasp as his hips snapped forward sharply. then he leaned in again, lips grazing your ear like a threat.
today is a bit of a busy day for me, but i wanted to get three of my old works out, one for each of the new character masterlists. so it's frank's turn.
me and frank go way back fr because i watched the punisher for the first time at one of the most difficult points of my life so far. i always have place in my heart for him <3
warnings: 18+ MDNI. a fluffy, smutty little fic. p-in-v unprotected sex. oral (f! and m! receiving.) fingering. swearing. shower blowjob. use of 'good girl' and 'yes, sir.' afab!reader.
After the night Frank had, he was ready to crawl into bed, hold you close, and breathe you in. But you were already awake when he finally stumbled through the door, exhausted and in desperate need of a shower.
Following the clatter of plates and cups to the kitchen, he couldn’t help the relief that swept through his chest as he found you, headphones on, stacking the dishwasher. You were okay. And you’d always be okay, but paranoia hounded Frank every waking moment, after what had happened to his family all those years ago. Although he was healing, as much as one could heal from a tragedy of such an immense degree, the terror was always there in the back of his mind. So seeing you safe, wearing only a baggy shirt and a pair of satin pyjama shorts, not only reassured him that you were fine, but that you were his.
With your back to him, you were still blissfully unaware of Frank’s presence, too busy fluttering about the kitchen, trying to get everything cleaned up before Matt and Foggy came over for brunch later. Nodding along to the AC/DC song that was playing, you grabbed a punnet of strawberries out of the fridge to snack on, swearing that you’d just have a little break and then you’d get back to work.
It was then, with a strawberry halfway to your mouth, that you spun around and noticed Frank leaning against the wall, watching you with a placid smile. And you would’ve laughed, embarrassed at how oblivious you’d been, if you hadn’t noticed the blood staining his knuckles and the fresh bruise blooming along his jaw like a morbid orchid.
Tearing off the headphones, you rushed over to him, reaching up to take his face in your hands, tilting it this-way-and-that to get a better look at the splotch of deep mulberry purple.
“Frank, baby, hi,” you said once you’d prodded and poked, assuring yourself that he was okay. “I missed you last night.” You understood that Frank had things he had to do, but it didn’t stop the bed from being too vast, too cold, to sleep in alone. In the end, you’d managed to get a few hours of fitful sleep, but only after exchanging your sweater for a different one you’d been wearing while curled up with him, one that you’d plucked from the bedroom floor because it still smelled like Frank.
“I know, sunshine, and ‘m sorry.” His words were muffled as he pressed his lips to your forehead, arms slipping around your waist and pulling you close. Like a house of cards in a hurricane, you didn’t stand a chance as you crumbled into his embrace, burying your face in his chest and just breathing him in. The scent of woodsmoke and gunpowder, and the faintest hint of the lavender laundry detergent you used, wrapped around you like a safety blanket.
Frank ducked his head, pulling away slightly so he could meet your gaze. For a moment, he just stared, tracing his thumb over your cheek, across your lips, then tilted your chin upwards so he could kiss you. The faint coppery taste of blood lingered on his tongue as it swept into your mouth, a claim and reassurance at the same time.
With one hand cupping the back of your neck, the other crept down your waist then up beneath your sweater. Although his fingers were warm and callused, scraping over your soft skin, brushing against your ribs as his hand slid up to cup your breast, they still sent shivers spider-walking down your spine. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and pointer-finger. A low laugh escaped the back of his throat as you tilted your head back, soft gasp dripping like honey from your kiss-swollen lips.
“Thought about you all night,” Frank muttered, leaning in to press a trail of featherlight kisses up your neck, chuckling at the way you whined when he reached that special place just beneath your ear.
“Hmm? What was I doing?” It was a leading question, and you knew exactly what you were doing; your feigned obliviousness wouldn’t fool anybody, especially not Frank.
Frank smirked, lifting you onto the kitchen counter, and stood between your legs, bracing his hands on either side of your thighs. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief in the glow of sunlight filtering in through the kitchen window, and he kissed you again. And again.
“You weren’t doing anything except laying back and looking pretty for me.”
“Oh yeah?” The words were meant to come out full of teasing confidence, but it came out as a whisper that Frank would’ve missed entirely if he wasn’t so focused on you, on every breath you took, every little sound and reaction.
Frank said nothing, lips tilting up into a smirk as he ran his hands up your thighs, fisting them in the fabric of your shorts. Without needing to be asked, you lifted your hips so he could tug them off. Back between your legs, the bulge in his jeans was pressed firmly against your core, with only the thin cotton of your underwear as a barrier.
Frank’s hand was resting on your tailbone, pushing you closer as he leaned down to capture your mouth with his own. The beginnings of a beard shadowed his jaw, and the light stubble scratched at your chin, and you couldn’t help but imagine the way it was going to feel against your thighs. The thought left you so breathless that you had to pull away.
“Alright, darlin’?” Frank’s gaze found yours, searching for any discomfort or pain or anything wrong, but only found you stammering and flustered.
“Yeah, yes,” you reached out and tugged at the hem of his shirt, hands shaking. “I just— oh Jesus—” Frank had pulled his shirt over his head then, leaving you to observe the muscled expanse of his torso, littered with bruises and scars. Without thinking, you pressed a kiss to his chest, his ribs, dragged your tongue over ridges of muscle. “I just really fucking want you right now.”
“I know, I know, just let me take care of you.” The rasp of his voice sent tingles down your spine as he laid you down on the counter. Squirming, you moved to take off your sweater, but Frank grabbed your wrists.
“No, leave it on,” he muttered, simply pushing the fabric up, bunching it under your chin so your chest was bare to him. The fabric smelled like him, and he wanted that scent carved into your skin.
His teeth grazed against your nipple and you arched your back, pressing into his touch. Watching him like that, slowly moving down your body, leaving a trail of messy kisses that would darken into hickeys, was like watching an artist working on a masterpiece. A sculptor coaxing unimaginable beauty from impenetrable stone.
“So gorgeous,” he murmured against your hip. “All mine.” Against the waistband or your underwear this time. He took the elastic between his teeth and pulled it back a little, letting it snap against your skin. The warmth of his breath against your core made you shiver, a spark igniting within your belly. You lifted your hands to your breasts, squeezing and touching and toying. With nimble fingers, Frank slid your underwear off, balled them up and shoved them in your mouth, then he kneeled on the tiles, the counter the perfect height for you to be right in front of his face.
The first stroke, one flat-tongued stripe right up your centre, set your head spinning, and you squeezed your eyes shut, moan muffled by the fabric between your teeth. When Frank’s nose bumped against your clit as he dipped his tongue inside you, your hand flew to the back of his head of its own accord, tangling in the short mess of curls.
“Frank, fuck—” you spat your underwear onto the counter, propping yourself up on your elbow so you could get a better view of the god-like man between your legs, worshipping you with his tongue. He was already looking up at you, dark eyes gleaming. Meeting his gaze, you could tell that he was getting off on this; on making you fall apart, watching you bite your lip and groan his name. And even though he was in a position of vulnerability, down on his knees for you, he was the one in control.
With the swirl of his tongue on your clit, your legs clamped shut around his head, and he hummed against you, the small vibration sending tingles through your body. His hands came up to hold your thighs apart, just a little, so he could have full-range of motion but still feel caged by the warmth of your flesh pressed against his ears, his cheeks.
A wave of warmth swept through your tummy, goosebumps rising on your skin, as you arched up off the counter, rolling your hips into Frank. He took every fervent buck of your hips in stride, moving with you, timing each dip and stroke of his tongue so it went as deep or pressed as firmly as possible. He gripped your thighs hard enough to leave bruises, ones that would turn a beautiful purple over the coming days, and would serve as a reminder of this moment every time you took a step.
With your legs draped over his shoulders, , his chin and lips coated in your slick, Frank Castle truly believed he’d found heaven. Maybe Red’s onto something about this whole ‘faith’ thing, he thought as he slipped two fingers inside your soaked cunt, flicking your clit with his tongue as he slowly pumped in-and-out.
Despite his cock straining against his jeans, almost painfully so, Frank barely noticed, too focused on you; the way you bucked your hips into his face, the way your walls fluttered around his fingers, the way you tasted. In fact, the intensity of trying to hold off from cumming, untouched, in his pants like a horny fifteen year-old, added to the overall desperation that hung as thick as smoke in the air.
“Think you can take another finger, sweetheart?’ Frank asked, pulling away from your throbbing core for the first time since he’d started. You moaned at the sight of his mouth, cheeks, and chin glistening and wet, and you nodded frantically.
“Yes, God yes,” you groaned, shifting your hips to give Frank a better angle, and he slipped in a third finger. It took a moment for you to adjust to the stretch, but once you did, Frank curled them just right, hitting that spot inside you, and you jolted. Head tilted back, you let out a series of high, keening gasps, chest heaving. You couldn’t even string two thoughts together as Frank sucked harshly at your clit, the sensation making your whole body shake as you got closer and closer to your peak.
“Come on, sweet girl,” he rasped, watching in awe at the way his fingers slid so easily into you, the way your slick dripped down his hand, his wrist. “I know you’re close. You gonna cum for me?”
Too high on the feeling of Frank thrusting his fingers faster, curling them a bit deeper, you just nodded, a wanton moan your only answer. When he leaned back in, letting a string of spit fall from his lips onto your sensitive clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, you had to lay back down, gripping the edge of the counter.
“Shit—” you squirmed against the cold marble, toes curling as you crossed your ankles behind Frank’s head. “That feels so— fuck, Frank, right there, right there, right—”
You arched up off the counter with a strangled gasp, a flare of white momentarily obscuring your vision, followed by a stream of ragged, fractured moans that fell from your lips like flakes of snow. Gushing on his fingers, your cum dripped down his chin and onto the counter. Without your notice, your hand had returned to the back of Frank’s head, holding him still as you writhed against him, and he was just taking it. Removing his fingers from your still-fluttering cunt, he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs, further up, over your stomach to your breasts and down again, as you just used him, unable to control yourself as you rode out your orgasm.
Finally, when your moans had turned to shallow breaths, and finally into quiet, sated sighs, Frank pulled away. He stood, gazing down at you, splayed out on the counter, spent but satisfied.
“That’s my good girl,” he muttered with a smile, chin glistening, as he lifted his hand to his mouth, making a show of slowly sucking them clean, his gaze locked on yours the entire time. When he was done, he helped you into a sitting position, holding you steady as a tremor ran through you, then lifted you into his arms. With your legs around his waist, the prominent bulge in his jeans pressing against your sensitive core, you caved into his bare-chested embrace, littering any skin you could reach with gentle kisses as he carried you to the bathroom.
When he set you tenderly on the edge of the bathtub, he pulled the shower curtain to the side and reached up to turn on the shower. He helped you out of your shirt, his shirt, taking a moment to just stare at you, naked and beautiful in front of him.You grabbed at his belt, but he gently pushed your hands away.
“Not yet,” he tutted, undoing his belt himself, slinging it into the corner. His pants and boxers followed soon after, and your mouth dried out as you took him in, in all his naked glory. Frank helped you into the shower, chuckling at the way your legs trembled, and pulled you close. Beneath the stream of hot water, pitter-pattering like raindrops on a tin roof, you kissed Frank. Deep and slow, relishing in the swipe of his tongue, the softness of his lips.
You slid your hand down to where his cock was pressed against your hip, taking it in your hand, giving it a few languorous tugs as though you had all the time in the world. Frank groaned, tilting his head back into the spray, letting it wash over his face. The water rinsed away the remaining evidence of your pleasure from his chin, but it would only be a matter of time before it would be there again, so Frank didn’t mind too much.
He was too focused on the way your thumb swiped over the tip of his cock, the way your palm slid up and down his length, to think about anything else. You'd consumed him, taken over everything that he was, in a matter of seconds. And when you leaned in to kiss the side of his neck, grazing your teeth across the veins there, your name slipped from his lips; a moan and growl all at once.
“Come on, Frank,” you muttered, nipping at his earlobe, stroking faster. “Come on, baby.”
“Tell me where you need me,” he ground out through ragged pants.
“This isn’t about me anymore,” you said, twisting your wrist loosely as you jerked him off. “What do you want? My mouth?” You stuck out your tongue, licking your palm and dropping it back down to his cock. “Or my pussy?” With your free hand, you grabbed his wrist and brought it down, placing it just above your crotch.
Frank groaned as he drew you in for a kiss; it was messy and rushed, a clash of tongues and teeth. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours, yeah?”
Nodding obediently, you dropped to your knees in the bathtub. Frank cupped your cheek, staring down at you with a smirk on his face.
“Tap my thigh if it’s too much, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” It just slipped out. Frank’s eyebrows shot up, dark eyes flaring.
“What did you say?”
You turned away, a little embarrassed, but Frank grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”
Blood roared in your ears, and your heart was thumping so hard against your rib cage that you swore you could hear it.
“I said yes, sir.”
Frank’s head fell back as he let out a long, shuddering sigh. “Say that again.”
And you did, a spark of lust catching and flaring in your chest, like flint to a cluster of dried leaves. Burning and burning and burning.
“Are you gonna take what I give you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you gonna be a good girl?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you mine?”
“God, yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes. Sir.”
Frank’s thumb passed over the seam of your lips. With your hands resting atop your thighs, staring up at him like a fucking angel, you were the picture of innocent obedience, as though you hadn’t been writhing beneath his tongue only minutes ago.
“Open,” he muttered, pumping his cock in his hand a few times. When he slid into your mouth, hot and hard and heavy on your tongue, the noise that rumbled from the back of his throat was like one you’d never heard before. With a grunt, he slammed his hand against the wall, holding himself steady as you relaxed your jaw, allowing his cock to hit the back of your throat.
“Okay— shit, honey— I’m gonna move now, okay?”
You hummed around him, Frank shuddered at the vibration, and you lifted your hands to cup the back of his knees. When he started thrusting into your mouth, he wasn’t rough, but he definitely wasn’t gentle either. Breathing through your nose, you tried to stay as still and pliant as possible as Frank chased his high, occasionally hollowing out your cheeks. A particularly deep thrust had your eyes watering, throat constricting at the intrusion.
Frank was a panting mess above you, whispering a constant stream of expletives, his hand fisted in your hair.
“Fuck, darlin’, so good. So good f’me.” A loud moan burst from his mouth, echoing off the walls of the bathroom, as you started bobbing your head to meet each push of his hips. “So good, lettin’ me use you like this.”
Despite how good your mouth felt around him, Frank wanted more. Needed more. He pulled out and hauled you up, and you were pressed up against the shower wall before you even realised you were standing. In one harsh thrust, he was fully seated inside you, grabbing one of your legs behind the knee and hooking it around his waist.
The frenzy that had been building in him since he’d walked in to see you in his shirt and not much else finally reached breaking point. As one, the two of you moved, unable to discern where you ended and he began; a pas de deux of skin and sweat and heated gazes. Frank pressed his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut, as he drove into you, deeper and deeper with every stroke, grunting and panting.
God, he was so beautiful when he was losing his mind.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressed yourself flush against him, and rocked your hips in time with his thrusts. The slap of skin-on-skin slowly rose above the roar of the shower.
“Frank,” you whined. Still sensitive from before, you were already dancing along the edge of another orgasm.
“I know, sweetheart. I gotcha.” Frank pressed his face into your neck, jaw clenching as he pounded into you, trying to pull you closer, but there was no space left. It was just him and you, nothing else left in the entire world.
A few more thrusts and you were a goner. Crying out, you let your head fall back against the tiles as your whole body shook. If it weren’t for Frank, holding you and fucking you through it, you were sure you would’ve blacked out. The tight clench of your walls around his cock was what finally shoved Frank over the cliff.
He groaned, murmuring your name over and over into the side of your throat, and dug his teeth into the curve of your shoulder. It hurt, but knowing that there’d be a mark there in a few hours turned the spark of pain into pleasure.
“Frankie,” you gasped, rolling your hips one last time before Frank stilled inside you, completely spent. His cum sat warm within you, sending tingles up your spine. When he pulled out, it dripped in little rivers down your thighs. For a moment, the two of you just watched it happen.
As your breathing returned to normal, you grabbed a washcloth off the shower caddy and lathered it up with soap. And as you washed him off, Frank just gazed at you, eyes glassy with adoration. You almost didn’t hear him when he spoke.
“I didn’t know I’d be able to feel this way about anybody after…” he trailed off, but you knew exactly what he was talking about. “But I do. Feel that way. For you.”
Unable to form the right words, you just nodded, a soft smile upon your face. Frank leaned down and kissed you, and it was so starkly different to the heated frenzy that had simmered to an end. Now, his lips were careful, testing; a silent portrayal of words he couldn’t say.
