[rivstiglione]

───── · · riv/river black they/she 20s mature content. i write for frank castle

side blog — i follow from chososluv. all works are original. masterlist · · ─────

: ̗̀➛ the punisher : ̗̀➛ daredevil: born again

[rivstiglione]

───── · · riv/river black they/she 20s mature content. i write for frank castle

side blog — i follow from chososluv. all works are original. masterlist · · ─────

: ̗̀➛ the punisher : ̗̀➛ daredevil: born again

[saintcastiglione]

A fellow black frank castle writer gets an immediate follow from me. Can’t wait to start reading.

[rivstiglione]

🥹🫶🏾

[rivstiglione]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐅.𝐂 — ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.🧸ྀི

── .✦ Note: back again with husband!frank due to a request and also we love husband!frank here. my baby fever has been through the rooooff so heres a fic.

── .✦ Tags: pictures are not mine! 18+, neva a beta so subject to editing! husband!frank, fem!reader (has v), established relationship, mentions of pregnancy, soft domesticity !!!, once again black reader in mind but anyone can read fr, pet names (doll, sweetheart, bunny), dirty talk (frank be running that mouf), oral (fem receiving), missionary, mating press, creampie, aftercare, slight pregnant reader at the end

── .✦ word count: 4.1k

minors do not interact

It wasn’t planned at all.

But Frank couldn’t help it tonight, especially after sharing your dream.

He came home like normal, a long day of doing construction and avoiding his jackasses of coworkers. He pulled up to the brownstone you two had outside the city in a quiet suburb. Tiredness ached at his eyes and he rubbed a hand through his grown out curls before reaching the door. Unlocking it, he steps inside and is immediately greeted by aromatic spices in the air. A telltale sign you were cooking and his heart flutters with warmth instantly.

Soft R&B music plays from the kitchen, accompanied by pots and pans moving about. He follows the sound, quietly walking along the floor in an effort not to alert you. He's about to round the corner when he hears you humming, singing softly along to the song that plays and his heart seizes even more. Frank turns the corner and sees you and his jaw slackens with awe as he takes you in.

Your back is to him as you focus on the stove that's in front of you. You're adorned in a simple tank top and shorts set, but the outfit feels anything but simple to Frank. Your legs are on display and even a tiny sliver of your skin shoes in the clothing break between the top and bottom. Frank's lip twitches when he realizes you aren't wearing a bra either. His eyes go back down to your rear, a gentle sway of your hips occurring as you stir what you're cooking. You're lost in your own domestic world as Frank stares at you with admiration. His beautiful wife who causes him to pause even when you're doing the most mundane things.

Sensing you were not alone and Frank snuck in, you cast a gaze over your shoulder to see him staring at you. Your eyes widen, not expecting to see your husband just staring at you but you give him a soft grin that seems to release him from his trance.

"Frankie." You say and he smiles softly. He walks over, throwing his keys onto the counter with his hands outstretched to you. They find the curve of your waist and you lean back against him. He places a kiss on your temple.

"Hey, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't," you assure, looking down at the stew, "when did you get in?"

"Just now," he says, pressing his lips against your temple again, "missed you today." Frank admits and you turn off the stove before turning around to face him. You give him a soft pout, looking up at him before teasing his curls out of his face.

"I missed you too," you admit, "you were gone when I woke up this morning." another pout forms across your face and he fights the urge to kiss it away.

"You looked so peaceful this morning I couldn't possibly wake you, doll." He answers and you hum.

"What a romantic you are."

"Better than any of those damn romance novels you be readin'." Frank picks at you and you roll your eyes.

"Got jokes today huh, Mr. Castle?" You banter back and Frank chuckles.

"Yeah, I do, Mrs. Castle." Frank says and you swoon at your official title. Your eyes flicker to his lips and you stretch up, puckering your lips. Frank meets you halfway, pecking you softly and you smile. You reach for another and he happily obliges.

"Dinner's done. Are you hungry?" You ask and he nods.

"Starvin'."

You two move in a comfortable silence as you plate the food and Frank washes his hands. Frank's stomach growls the moment you set his bowl down in front of him and he thanks you with a kiss. You settle across from him and the two of you start digging in.

“How was your day today?” You ask him after a few moments of silence. Frank looks up at you, mouthful of stew before swallowing.

“Same ole, same ole, how about you sweetheart?” He asks and you hum.

“Good! I did some errands, some cleaning, I went to the grocery store to get that beer you like…” You ramble off all the things you did today, animatedly talking with your hands as you do and Frank stares at you fondly. He even puts his spoon down at one point to give you his full attention, humming and adding a comment here and there when necessary. Its moments like these Frank adores more than anything.

Just a simple dinner with his beautiful wife over an amazingly cooked food.

But then the atmosphere shifts when you mention something bashfully.

“Then I also had a dream while I was napping.” You say and your tone of shyness catches Frank’s attention. He raises an eyebrow, expecting you to go on but all you do is bite your lip.

“Oh yeah,” you nod, “what was the dream, doll?” Frank asks, awaiting your answer because he couldn’t imagine what would have you this shy. His outspoken wife who's never afraid to put him in his place is this shy?

You take a deep breath before looking at your husband in his eyes.

“I had a dream I had your baby, Frank.” You say and Frank’s eyes drop to your stomach thats blocked by the table. He looks back at you, trying to gauge what you were trying to say to him.

“My baby, huh?” He asks and you nod. Your cheeks are so hot as you feel his steady gaze on you. You can't quite read what's going on in Frank's head so you nervously continue.

"Yeah. She was so cute and so small," you ramble, "i was filled with so much love and I remember seeing your face and how excited you were and then I woke up." You frown, distress forming across your face unintentionally. You didn't mean to show how disappointed you were that you woke up with an empty womb and no baby to be heard, but you did and that did not go unnoticed with Frank.

"A girl?" Frank asks, suddenly picturing a baby girl nursing off of you, milk drunk and gurgling at him. A heavy feeling seizes Frank's chest, right where his heart is as you nod.

"A beautiful baby girl." You confirm.

"Do you want that, sweetheart?" Frank asks, watching your expression turn bashful once again. You look down at your stew briefly, chewing on your bottom lip before he calls out to you again.

"Baby?" He calls gently.

"Yes." You say, and he's not sure if you're answering or confirming.

"Yes?" He asks, hand reaching out to grab yours. You smile, looking at your joined hands before looking back at him.

"Yes." You confirm, and Frank knows you want a baby.

"Then lets not keep you waiting, huh?"

You two feverishly make out in the bedroom after abandoning dinner on the table. Frank eventually excuses himself from you, heading to the bathroom to take a shower before committing to his promise.

"Then lets not keep you waiting, huh?"

The sentence echoes in your head as you bite your lip. Your core tingles, fluttering as you listen to the water running in the bathroom. Thighs become slicker with your arousal as you anticipate what Frank was going to do to you. The look on his face when you told him about your baby dream was seared into your brain. That look of awe yet primal lust left you clenching your thighs together since dinner.

And this pathetic excuse of clothing you wore for him was doing a terrible job of disguising it.

You felt hot, anxious as the water cut off before you knew it. You look towards the bathroom, eyes waiting for the door to open from the ensuite.

And when it does, Frank is wearing nothing but a towel. He walks over to you, steam wafting off his skin as he looks down at you. You look up at him with soft eyes.

"You wanna carry my baby, sweetheart?" He asks and you nod. His hand comes to your cheek, caressing it as you look at him with soft eyes.

"More than anything, Frankie." You assure him, hands grabbing at his towel and he lets you undo it. His cock springs free, hard and threatening to leak precum at any second.

"Let me give you one then, bunny." He says before he starts to fulfill his promise.

He starts by reaching down to kiss you harshly, a force that's full of passion of lust. You start to take your cami off but Frank is faster. He quickly breaks the kiss before sliding the cami off of you with a single motion. Before you can say anything he dives back in, sucking on your bottom lip and causing you to gasp. The kisses igniting a fire within you and you feel the heat spreading from your chest to between your legs. A gentle buzz occurs between and you close your legs together, attempting to alleviate the itch but you gasp when his strong hands pry them open.

Frank breaks the kiss as you gasp, his dark brown eyes staring at you with heat and intensity.

"On your back, doll." You obey instantly at the request.

Laying on your back, you look up at Frank as he looks at you. He takes a moment before his hands go to your cotton shorts, strong fingers hooking into the band before sliding them down. Goosebumps erect all along your thighs as you're left completely bare. He raises an eyebrow.

"You hate wearing panties around me, don't you?" He asks and you shrug.

"I might've anticipated this happening." You admit and he chuckles. He says nothing at first, simply parting your thighs to see your soaking folds. His pupils dilate as a soft groan erupts in the back of his throat. Your pretty pussy shiny with arousal and Frank wants to fuck it right then and there. He looks up at you, seeing your eyes hooded with seduction. His cock twitches at the sight and his finger finds itself deep within your cunt.

Frank pumps a second finger in and you mewl, biting your lip as you throw your legs open wider. Your puffy clit opens up to him, standing at attention and begging for him to suck on it. He licks his lips before sinking to his knees.

"Frank!" You cry when his lips wrap around your clit. He suckles on it brutally, tongue flickering hot against it as you arch your back. You moan, a desperate hand coming to his head of curls before gripping hard. He hisses but sucks on your clit even harder.

Your hips start moving on their own accord, winding and grinding along his eager mouth. He's focused and when he adds a third finger, stretching you out, you whine. Your back arches off the bed.

“Taste so good, sweetheart. I gotta have a taste before I put a baby in you.” Frank says against your cunt and you moan, fingers clutching his curls even harder.

"Baby, please." You beg as the tip of Frank's tongue circles your swollen clit. He tongue laps at it messily, spit coating your clit before taking it back in his mouth. Frank messily suckles as he steadily sinks his thick fingers in your soaked cunt. The tips of his fingers curling deep in that spot that earns the most moans out of you.

"Smell so fuckin' good sweetheart," Frank damn near moans against your pussy, "can live between these legs forever." He continues worshipping you between your thighs, licking and sucking on you like a man starved. And you encourage him, pressing his head deeper against you because you couldn't get enough of the way his tongue traced the intricate curves of your folds.

“Frank.” You sigh and he groans at the sound. He kisses your clit before crawling up your frame. His fingers leave, making you feel empty but when Frank rubs his tip up and down your folds your insides shiver.

“Feel that, sweetheart? Feel how eager I am to put a baby in you?” He asks and you nod as he stares down at you. When his tip meets your clit the two of you moan, the sensation driving you both crazy.

“Want your cock in me now, Frankie.” You plead, reaching down with your hand to grab his wrist. He chuckles softly as you try to guide him inside of you.

“Easy easy,” Frank says and you frown, moving your hand from his wrist and allowing him to take control, “I hear you sweetheart, Frankie’s got ya.” He says taking his free hand to lace it with yours. He crawls on top of you, the heat from his body wafting as he shortens the distance between you two. His eyes bore into yours, staring at you as thoughts swim of how beautiful you look beneath him like this. Hair fawned out all sides of you, lips parted as shallow breaths escaped, and your expression so angelic and submissive as you wait for him to make a move.

“Mmph—Frank!” You sigh when he finally pushes into you. The head slipping past your folds and burying itself in the deep parts of you. Frank groans, feeling the way he fits so snug inside you. He rocks his hips softly at first, easing his tip out before sliding back in with the help of your slick. Soft explicit sounds of your wet cunt and his balls slapping against the curve of your rear accompany one another. Then, when Frank picks up the pace you start moaning louder.

“Shit sweetheart you feel so good.” Frank praises, snapping his hips erratically. A high pitched whine escapes your throat, whimpering as his cock nudges that spot deep within you. His hand rests at your throat, fingers splaying up your cheek as he holds your face. You share intense eye contact with him as he keeps his grip on you steady, not letting you turn your head to look anywhere else.

"Frank." You whimper out and he raises an eyebrow.

"Talk to me, doll, what's the matter? Tell me and Frankie'll make it better huh?" He says, still thrusting into you and you cry.

"Want you deeper." You tell him, hitching your legs up higher and Frank catches the hint. He lets go of your neck, grabbing onto your ankles and placing them on his shoulders.

The new position, mating press, opens you up wider and Frank's cock plunges deeper inside you. You cry, feeling every inch of him stretching you out with the new position. Your puffy clit feels the sensation of Frank's course pelvic hairs rubbing against it and you mewl at the added pleasure.

"This how you want it? Folded in half up under me, sweetheart?" Frank teases and you nod, feeling him pick up the pace as he thrusts faster and deeper.

"Yes, you feel s'good, Frankie." You praise, whimpering underneath of him. Your hand comes up to his face, cradling it as you bring his mouth down to yours. Frank grunts, pressing his lips against yours. The two of you makeout nastily, tongues coming out to play as saliva swaps between you two. The taste of Frank drives you wild and you keep diving back in for more. The same could be said of Frank, losing himself every time your tongue came out to dance with his.

You eventually come up for air when Frank snaps his hips harder. You cry out, biting your lip and whimpering as you look down. His thick cock pistoning between your soaked folds that drip with arousal that coats him with a creamy ring. You whimper again at the sight before looking back up at Frank. His wild brown eyes trained on you to look for any signs of discomfort. Shared contact is held and Frank's hand finds your face once more.

His thrusts continue as he takes in the look of you drunk off of him. Your eyebrows furrowed and lips permanently open as whines and whimpers escape from you. He knows this position left you speechless, only saying nonverbal words and his name. Each time he thrust back into you a broken whine fell from you and its one of his favorite things to hear.

“Taking me so good sweetheart, s’good s’tight you really want me to put a baby in here?” Frank taunts, still spliting you open and you nod eagerly. The thought of him cumming inside you, leaving you leaking and possibly forming a life inside you caused a shiver to erupt throughout your body.

“Yes, Frankie please put a baby in me.” You babble, tears forming in the brim of your eyes and Frank flicks them away tenderly as they fall.

“My sweet little wife wants a baby,” he thrusts, “our baby,” he continues, “well i’ll fuckin’ do it sweetheart. Want me to make you a mommy so bad huh?” Frank’s words leaves your head swimming with pleasure. His filthy comments only make your body tingle with the pending orgasm that continues to creep closer and closer to you. Your nipples are hard, your thighs are shaking, and your clit is just aching and throbbing at all the sensations Frank gives you.

“Make me a mommy please, Frankie.” You manage to choke out and he grunts. He draws his hips out slowly, slowing down his erratic thrusts before slamming back in at once, not letting your cunt adjust. You scream, hands flying to his back as your nails make home upon his skin.

“Frank!” You cry, eyes shutting and more tears spilling as he repeats the same thrust again. Easing out slowly to slam back in you deep.

“Gonna make sure you take every drop of my cum,” Frank says, “can’t let any of it go to waste you hear me?” And you nod frantically in response.

“Mmmphh, baby yes yes yes." You chant, "want you to cum inside me Frankie." The words cause Frank to hiss, fighting from cuming inside you right then and there. He's close, cock pulsing inside you as your cunt sucks him in, gripping him explicitly whenever he slams himself back in.

"I know you do," Frank hisses, "I feel your pussy tight around me, baby." Frank casts a look down, seeing the way your arousal continues to drip out of you. The sheet is drenched, soaked with your essence and a low growl vibrates in the depths of his throat.

"Frankie I'm close." You warn, feeling that knot in your core slowly unraveling. Frank knows it, hearing your breathing get heavier and your nails even start to break the skin on his back as you brace yourself.

"I know I know, sweetheart. Want you to be a good wife and come all over me." Frank praises and you moan. He's not far behind you, his grunts become more primal, rumbling deep within his chest as he's determined to make you come.

He picks up his pace, greedily slamming back into you quicker and not allowing you to recover. Silent screams start to fall from your mouth as you struggle to speak. His cock bullying you and your soaking cunt closer to euphoria.

"Frank!" You whine.

"Shit, sweetheart squeeze yourself around me f'me okay?" Frank commands, wanting to feel your cunt even tighter around him. Not only was the pleasure for him, but also for you. You obey, tightening yourself around him when he bullies himself back in and both of you moan.

"Fuck." You cry.

"Atta girl, that's my fucking girl. Do it again." He slides back out and when he thrusts himself back in you do it again. He doubles over, hissing and you become overwhelmed with pleasure. That knot is pulling, pulling, and pulling and suddenly a pulse shoots through your core, tingling your clit as your toes curl.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, Frank!" You sob, tears falling out of your eyes as you shut them tight. Your back arches off the bed, nails pressing further into his back as you surrender to your orgasm. Your cunt squeezes before gushing all around Frank, wetting his cock as your walls flutter and spasm around him. He can't fight it anymore, and his mouth grows slack before a loud groan comes from his mouth.

"Fuck, shit." Frank cums in thick ropes inside you as he pumps you full. He ruts in you deep as he milks himself of every drop inside you. You're shivering, whimpering while you hold onto him as he continues to cum inside.

Frank gradually ceases his thrusts, protective body shielding yours as you continue to hold onto him. His eyes take in your body as you slowly open your eyes.

You stare back at him, eyelids hooded with post ecstasy bliss. A soft lopsided grin is plastered across your face as you stare up at your husband. Your fingers leave his back to play with those curls once again that fall in his face for the second time today.

“Feelin' okay, sweetheart?” He asks and you nod, smile stretching harder because this man who just fucked you to oblivion and back spoke so softly as if you were the most fragile thing. It's an alluring side to see, this man who could kill a man with his bare hands used those same hands to caress soft circles into your skin. Hand back on your cheek, thumb tracing circles along your cheekbone as you come down from your orgasm.

"I feel perfect, Frank," you assure him, "what about you?"

"Peachy, doll." He says as you're bringing a hand to his neck to bring him down to you. He obliges, meeting you halfway with a kiss. It's soft, gentle and tender as if you two were reaffirming your love for one another. Another kiss is shared before you two pull away. Another gentle caress to your cheekbone before he speaks.

"Lets get you cleaned up, huh?" You agree instantly.

Frank, now soft, slides out of you but both of you sigh at the loss. Frank leaves to grab a wet towel and you curiously eye between your legs. And sure enough, the inside of your thighs are dripping with a mixture of you and Frank's cum. A satisfied feeling blooms within your chest and you see even more cum leaking out of your folds. And that's when you realized you need to have more baby making sex with Frank often.

Deep in your thoughts, Frank comes back seeing you stare at the mess and he raises an eyebrow.

"You feel alright?" He asks, wet towel in hand ready to wipe you off but worried something is wrong.

But when you look up at him, eyes swimming with contentment and that gentle lip bite you do when you're feeling shy about something, he knows what you're thinking.

You love seeing his cum drip out of you.

"Never better." You finally reply and Frank chuckles. He kneels in front of you, parting your legs before beginning to wipe you down.

"You're somethin', bunny." Is all he says and you hum. You lay back down, letting Frank clean you up like the spoiled wife you are.

And when he finishes, he scoops you up off the bed, carrying you bridal style to the bath he apparently ran while you were so deep in thought.

And after the bath, you two are wrapped up together in freshly changed sheets. Your head on his broad chest along with your hand that wears your wedding band and ring. Frank watches it catch the moonlight, the diamond sparkling and he grabs ahold of your hand with his. You swoon as you feel him bring your knuckles up to his lips, kissing them softly.

"Would do anything for you, you know that?" His gruff voices breaks the silence and you look up at him, chin resting on his chest.

"I do, Frankie," you say, "including giving me a baby." You say and you watch a genuine smile stretch across his face. It's not often he smiles so wide like this but when he does you feel a cage of butterflies set free in your stomach every time.

"'specially giving you a baby sweetheart." Frank says and you hum, kissing the skin where your chin had rested.

"Again tomorrow?" You ask when you lay your cheek against him again. He laughs, the sound rumbling deep in your ears. He leans down, kissing the top of your head before replying.

"And the day after. Until you get a positive test." Frank promises you and you smile. You settle your face deeper into his warm skin before sleep took a hold of you. When you're snoring gently, Frank finds comfort and finds himself drifting off too.

But little did you both know.

This one session was all you needed

And new life began to flutter and stir within you . . .

→📄 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

©𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞

[saintcastiglione]

The baby dream reveal??? The second she got shy, that man LOCKED IN. Like oh, you want my baby? Say less, Mrs. Castle.

But it’s the tenderness that really gets me. The temple kisses, the bath, the clean sheets, the ring catching moonlight, him promising tomorrow and the day after until there’s a positive test??? Devoted. Feral. Domestic. Perfect.

[rivstiglione]

@saintcastiglione okay first off you’re perfect you’re beautiful and amazing thank you for leaving all your kind comments and praises I appreciate and LOVE YOU so much for it thank you🫶🏾🥹

[rivstiglione]

that special.... mmmm dada

[mmemarvel]

This haircut on him was LETHAL, they have to bring it back. I’m literally losing it

[rivstiglione]

thinking about pregnancy era w husband!frank and already swooning omg.. part 2 being drafted is upon us

[rivstiglione]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐅.𝐂 — ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.🧸ྀི

── .✦ Note: back again with husband!frank due to a request and also we love husband!frank here. my baby fever has been through the rooooff so heres a fic.

── .✦ Tags: pictures are not mine! 18+, neva a beta so subject to editing! husband!frank, fem!reader (has v), established relationship, mentions of pregnancy, soft domesticity !!!, once again black reader in mind but anyone can read fr, pet names (doll, sweetheart, bunny), dirty talk (frank be running that mouf), oral (fem receiving), missionary, mating press, creampie, aftercare, slight pregnant reader at the end

── .✦ word count: 4.1k

minors do not interact

It wasn’t planned at all.

But Frank couldn’t help it tonight, especially after sharing your dream.

He came home like normal, a long day of doing construction and avoiding his jackasses of coworkers. He pulled up to the brownstone you two had outside the city in a quiet suburb. Tiredness ached at his eyes and he rubbed a hand through his grown out curls before reaching the door. Unlocking it, he steps inside and is immediately greeted by aromatic spices in the air. A telltale sign you were cooking and his heart flutters with warmth instantly.

Soft R&B music plays from the kitchen, accompanied by pots and pans moving about. He follows the sound, quietly walking along the floor in an effort not to alert you. He's about to round the corner when he hears you humming, singing softly along to the song that plays and his heart seizes even more. Frank turns the corner and sees you and his jaw slackens with awe as he takes you in.

Your back is to him as you focus on the stove that's in front of you. You're adorned in a simple tank top and shorts set, but the outfit feels anything but simple to Frank. Your legs are on display and even a tiny sliver of your skin shoes in the clothing break between the top and bottom. Frank's lip twitches when he realizes you aren't wearing a bra either. His eyes go back down to your rear, a gentle sway of your hips occurring as you stir what you're cooking. You're lost in your own domestic world as Frank stares at you with admiration. His beautiful wife who causes him to pause even when you're doing the most mundane things.

Sensing you were not alone and Frank snuck in, you cast a gaze over your shoulder to see him staring at you. Your eyes widen, not expecting to see your husband just staring at you but you give him a soft grin that seems to release him from his trance.

"Frankie." You say and he smiles softly. He walks over, throwing his keys onto the counter with his hands outstretched to you. They find the curve of your waist and you lean back against him. He places a kiss on your temple.

"Hey, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't," you assure, looking down at the stew, "when did you get in?"

"Just now," he says, pressing his lips against your temple again, "missed you today." Frank admits and you turn off the stove before turning around to face him. You give him a soft pout, looking up at him before teasing his curls out of his face.

"I missed you too," you admit, "you were gone when I woke up this morning." another pout forms across your face and he fights the urge to kiss it away.

"You looked so peaceful this morning I couldn't possibly wake you, doll." He answers and you hum.

"What a romantic you are."

"Better than any of those damn romance novels you be readin'." Frank picks at you and you roll your eyes.

"Got jokes today huh, Mr. Castle?" You banter back and Frank chuckles.

"Yeah, I do, Mrs. Castle." Frank says and you swoon at your official title. Your eyes flicker to his lips and you stretch up, puckering your lips. Frank meets you halfway, pecking you softly and you smile. You reach for another and he happily obliges.

"Dinner's done. Are you hungry?" You ask and he nods.

"Starvin'."

You two move in a comfortable silence as you plate the food and Frank washes his hands. Frank's stomach growls the moment you set his bowl down in front of him and he thanks you with a kiss. You settle across from him and the two of you start digging in.

“How was your day today?” You ask him after a few moments of silence. Frank looks up at you, mouthful of stew before swallowing.

“Same ole, same ole, how about you sweetheart?” He asks and you hum.

“Good! I did some errands, some cleaning, I went to the grocery store to get that beer you like…” You ramble off all the things you did today, animatedly talking with your hands as you do and Frank stares at you fondly. He even puts his spoon down at one point to give you his full attention, humming and adding a comment here and there when necessary. Its moments like these Frank adores more than anything.

Just a simple dinner with his beautiful wife over an amazingly cooked food.

But then the atmosphere shifts when you mention something bashfully.

“Then I also had a dream while I was napping.” You say and your tone of shyness catches Frank’s attention. He raises an eyebrow, expecting you to go on but all you do is bite your lip.

“Oh yeah,” you nod, “what was the dream, doll?” Frank asks, awaiting your answer because he couldn’t imagine what would have you this shy. His outspoken wife who's never afraid to put him in his place is this shy?

You take a deep breath before looking at your husband in his eyes.

“I had a dream I had your baby, Frank.” You say and Frank’s eyes drop to your stomach thats blocked by the table. He looks back at you, trying to gauge what you were trying to say to him.

“My baby, huh?” He asks and you nod. Your cheeks are so hot as you feel his steady gaze on you. You can't quite read what's going on in Frank's head so you nervously continue.

"Yeah. She was so cute and so small," you ramble, "i was filled with so much love and I remember seeing your face and how excited you were and then I woke up." You frown, distress forming across your face unintentionally. You didn't mean to show how disappointed you were that you woke up with an empty womb and no baby to be heard, but you did and that did not go unnoticed with Frank.

"A girl?" Frank asks, suddenly picturing a baby girl nursing off of you, milk drunk and gurgling at him. A heavy feeling seizes Frank's chest, right where his heart is as you nod.

"A beautiful baby girl." You confirm.

"Do you want that, sweetheart?" Frank asks, watching your expression turn bashful once again. You look down at your stew briefly, chewing on your bottom lip before he calls out to you again.

"Baby?" He calls gently.

"Yes." You say, and he's not sure if you're answering or confirming.

"Yes?" He asks, hand reaching out to grab yours. You smile, looking at your joined hands before looking back at him.

"Yes." You confirm, and Frank knows you want a baby.

"Then lets not keep you waiting, huh?"

You two feverishly make out in the bedroom after abandoning dinner on the table. Frank eventually excuses himself from you, heading to the bathroom to take a shower before committing to his promise.

"Then lets not keep you waiting, huh?"

The sentence echoes in your head as you bite your lip. Your core tingles, fluttering as you listen to the water running in the bathroom. Thighs become slicker with your arousal as you anticipate what Frank was going to do to you. The look on his face when you told him about your baby dream was seared into your brain. That look of awe yet primal lust left you clenching your thighs together since dinner.

And this pathetic excuse of clothing you wore for him was doing a terrible job of disguising it.

You felt hot, anxious as the water cut off before you knew it. You look towards the bathroom, eyes waiting for the door to open from the ensuite.

And when it does, Frank is wearing nothing but a towel. He walks over to you, steam wafting off his skin as he looks down at you. You look up at him with soft eyes.

"You wanna carry my baby, sweetheart?" He asks and you nod. His hand comes to your cheek, caressing it as you look at him with soft eyes.

"More than anything, Frankie." You assure him, hands grabbing at his towel and he lets you undo it. His cock springs free, hard and threatening to leak precum at any second.

"Let me give you one then, bunny." He says before he starts to fulfill his promise.

He starts by reaching down to kiss you harshly, a force that's full of passion of lust. You start to take your cami off but Frank is faster. He quickly breaks the kiss before sliding the cami off of you with a single motion. Before you can say anything he dives back in, sucking on your bottom lip and causing you to gasp. The kisses igniting a fire within you and you feel the heat spreading from your chest to between your legs. A gentle buzz occurs between and you close your legs together, attempting to alleviate the itch but you gasp when his strong hands pry them open.

Frank breaks the kiss as you gasp, his dark brown eyes staring at you with heat and intensity.

"On your back, doll." You obey instantly at the request.

Laying on your back, you look up at Frank as he looks at you. He takes a moment before his hands go to your cotton shorts, strong fingers hooking into the band before sliding them down. Goosebumps erect all along your thighs as you're left completely bare. He raises an eyebrow.

"You hate wearing panties around me, don't you?" He asks and you shrug.

"I might've anticipated this happening." You admit and he chuckles. He says nothing at first, simply parting your thighs to see your soaking folds. His pupils dilate as a soft groan erupts in the back of his throat. Your pretty pussy shiny with arousal and Frank wants to fuck it right then and there. He looks up at you, seeing your eyes hooded with seduction. His cock twitches at the sight and his finger finds itself deep within your cunt.

Frank pumps a second finger in and you mewl, biting your lip as you throw your legs open wider. Your puffy clit opens up to him, standing at attention and begging for him to suck on it. He licks his lips before sinking to his knees.

"Frank!" You cry when his lips wrap around your clit. He suckles on it brutally, tongue flickering hot against it as you arch your back. You moan, a desperate hand coming to his head of curls before gripping hard. He hisses but sucks on your clit even harder.

Your hips start moving on their own accord, winding and grinding along his eager mouth. He's focused and when he adds a third finger, stretching you out, you whine. Your back arches off the bed.

“Taste so good, sweetheart. I gotta have a taste before I put a baby in you.” Frank says against your cunt and you moan, fingers clutching his curls even harder.

"Baby, please." You beg as the tip of Frank's tongue circles your swollen clit. He tongue laps at it messily, spit coating your clit before taking it back in his mouth. Frank messily suckles as he steadily sinks his thick fingers in your soaked cunt. The tips of his fingers curling deep in that spot that earns the most moans out of you.

"Smell so fuckin' good sweetheart," Frank damn near moans against your pussy, "can live between these legs forever." He continues worshipping you between your thighs, licking and sucking on you like a man starved. And you encourage him, pressing his head deeper against you because you couldn't get enough of the way his tongue traced the intricate curves of your folds.

“Frank.” You sigh and he groans at the sound. He kisses your clit before crawling up your frame. His fingers leave, making you feel empty but when Frank rubs his tip up and down your folds your insides shiver.

“Feel that, sweetheart? Feel how eager I am to put a baby in you?” He asks and you nod as he stares down at you. When his tip meets your clit the two of you moan, the sensation driving you both crazy.

“Want your cock in me now, Frankie.” You plead, reaching down with your hand to grab his wrist. He chuckles softly as you try to guide him inside of you.

“Easy easy,” Frank says and you frown, moving your hand from his wrist and allowing him to take control, “I hear you sweetheart, Frankie’s got ya.” He says taking his free hand to lace it with yours. He crawls on top of you, the heat from his body wafting as he shortens the distance between you two. His eyes bore into yours, staring at you as thoughts swim of how beautiful you look beneath him like this. Hair fawned out all sides of you, lips parted as shallow breaths escaped, and your expression so angelic and submissive as you wait for him to make a move.

“Mmph—Frank!” You sigh when he finally pushes into you. The head slipping past your folds and burying itself in the deep parts of you. Frank groans, feeling the way he fits so snug inside you. He rocks his hips softly at first, easing his tip out before sliding back in with the help of your slick. Soft explicit sounds of your wet cunt and his balls slapping against the curve of your rear accompany one another. Then, when Frank picks up the pace you start moaning louder.

“Shit sweetheart you feel so good.” Frank praises, snapping his hips erratically. A high pitched whine escapes your throat, whimpering as his cock nudges that spot deep within you. His hand rests at your throat, fingers splaying up your cheek as he holds your face. You share intense eye contact with him as he keeps his grip on you steady, not letting you turn your head to look anywhere else.

"Frank." You whimper out and he raises an eyebrow.

"Talk to me, doll, what's the matter? Tell me and Frankie'll make it better huh?" He says, still thrusting into you and you cry.

"Want you deeper." You tell him, hitching your legs up higher and Frank catches the hint. He lets go of your neck, grabbing onto your ankles and placing them on his shoulders.

The new position, mating press, opens you up wider and Frank's cock plunges deeper inside you. You cry, feeling every inch of him stretching you out with the new position. Your puffy clit feels the sensation of Frank's course pelvic hairs rubbing against it and you mewl at the added pleasure.

"This how you want it? Folded in half up under me, sweetheart?" Frank teases and you nod, feeling him pick up the pace as he thrusts faster and deeper.

"Yes, you feel s'good, Frankie." You praise, whimpering underneath of him. Your hand comes up to his face, cradling it as you bring his mouth down to yours. Frank grunts, pressing his lips against yours. The two of you makeout nastily, tongues coming out to play as saliva swaps between you two. The taste of Frank drives you wild and you keep diving back in for more. The same could be said of Frank, losing himself every time your tongue came out to dance with his.

You eventually come up for air when Frank snaps his hips harder. You cry out, biting your lip and whimpering as you look down. His thick cock pistoning between your soaked folds that drip with arousal that coats him with a creamy ring. You whimper again at the sight before looking back up at Frank. His wild brown eyes trained on you to look for any signs of discomfort. Shared contact is held and Frank's hand finds your face once more.

His thrusts continue as he takes in the look of you drunk off of him. Your eyebrows furrowed and lips permanently open as whines and whimpers escape from you. He knows this position left you speechless, only saying nonverbal words and his name. Each time he thrust back into you a broken whine fell from you and its one of his favorite things to hear.

“Taking me so good sweetheart, s’good s’tight you really want me to put a baby in here?” Frank taunts, still spliting you open and you nod eagerly. The thought of him cumming inside you, leaving you leaking and possibly forming a life inside you caused a shiver to erupt throughout your body.

“Yes, Frankie please put a baby in me.” You babble, tears forming in the brim of your eyes and Frank flicks them away tenderly as they fall.

“My sweet little wife wants a baby,” he thrusts, “our baby,” he continues, “well i’ll fuckin’ do it sweetheart. Want me to make you a mommy so bad huh?” Frank’s words leaves your head swimming with pleasure. His filthy comments only make your body tingle with the pending orgasm that continues to creep closer and closer to you. Your nipples are hard, your thighs are shaking, and your clit is just aching and throbbing at all the sensations Frank gives you.

“Make me a mommy please, Frankie.” You manage to choke out and he grunts. He draws his hips out slowly, slowing down his erratic thrusts before slamming back in at once, not letting your cunt adjust. You scream, hands flying to his back as your nails make home upon his skin.

“Frank!” You cry, eyes shutting and more tears spilling as he repeats the same thrust again. Easing out slowly to slam back in you deep.

“Gonna make sure you take every drop of my cum,” Frank says, “can’t let any of it go to waste you hear me?” And you nod frantically in response.

“Mmmphh, baby yes yes yes." You chant, "want you to cum inside me Frankie." The words cause Frank to hiss, fighting from cuming inside you right then and there. He's close, cock pulsing inside you as your cunt sucks him in, gripping him explicitly whenever he slams himself back in.

"I know you do," Frank hisses, "I feel your pussy tight around me, baby." Frank casts a look down, seeing the way your arousal continues to drip out of you. The sheet is drenched, soaked with your essence and a low growl vibrates in the depths of his throat.

"Frankie I'm close." You warn, feeling that knot in your core slowly unraveling. Frank knows it, hearing your breathing get heavier and your nails even start to break the skin on his back as you brace yourself.

"I know I know, sweetheart. Want you to be a good wife and come all over me." Frank praises and you moan. He's not far behind you, his grunts become more primal, rumbling deep within his chest as he's determined to make you come.

He picks up his pace, greedily slamming back into you quicker and not allowing you to recover. Silent screams start to fall from your mouth as you struggle to speak. His cock bullying you and your soaking cunt closer to euphoria.

"Frank!" You whine.

"Shit, sweetheart squeeze yourself around me f'me okay?" Frank commands, wanting to feel your cunt even tighter around him. Not only was the pleasure for him, but also for you. You obey, tightening yourself around him when he bullies himself back in and both of you moan.

"Fuck." You cry.

"Atta girl, that's my fucking girl. Do it again." He slides back out and when he thrusts himself back in you do it again. He doubles over, hissing and you become overwhelmed with pleasure. That knot is pulling, pulling, and pulling and suddenly a pulse shoots through your core, tingling your clit as your toes curl.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, Frank!" You sob, tears falling out of your eyes as you shut them tight. Your back arches off the bed, nails pressing further into his back as you surrender to your orgasm. Your cunt squeezes before gushing all around Frank, wetting his cock as your walls flutter and spasm around him. He can't fight it anymore, and his mouth grows slack before a loud groan comes from his mouth.

"Fuck, shit." Frank cums in thick ropes inside you as he pumps you full. He ruts in you deep as he milks himself of every drop inside you. You're shivering, whimpering while you hold onto him as he continues to cum inside.

Frank gradually ceases his thrusts, protective body shielding yours as you continue to hold onto him. His eyes take in your body as you slowly open your eyes.

You stare back at him, eyelids hooded with post ecstasy bliss. A soft lopsided grin is plastered across your face as you stare up at your husband. Your fingers leave his back to play with those curls once again that fall in his face for the second time today.

“Feelin' okay, sweetheart?” He asks and you nod, smile stretching harder because this man who just fucked you to oblivion and back spoke so softly as if you were the most fragile thing. It's an alluring side to see, this man who could kill a man with his bare hands used those same hands to caress soft circles into your skin. Hand back on your cheek, thumb tracing circles along your cheekbone as you come down from your orgasm.

"I feel perfect, Frank," you assure him, "what about you?"

"Peachy, doll." He says as you're bringing a hand to his neck to bring him down to you. He obliges, meeting you halfway with a kiss. It's soft, gentle and tender as if you two were reaffirming your love for one another. Another kiss is shared before you two pull away. Another gentle caress to your cheekbone before he speaks.

"Lets get you cleaned up, huh?" You agree instantly.

Frank, now soft, slides out of you but both of you sigh at the loss. Frank leaves to grab a wet towel and you curiously eye between your legs. And sure enough, the inside of your thighs are dripping with a mixture of you and Frank's cum. A satisfied feeling blooms within your chest and you see even more cum leaking out of your folds. And that's when you realized you need to have more baby making sex with Frank often.

Deep in your thoughts, Frank comes back seeing you stare at the mess and he raises an eyebrow.

"You feel alright?" He asks, wet towel in hand ready to wipe you off but worried something is wrong.

But when you look up at him, eyes swimming with contentment and that gentle lip bite you do when you're feeling shy about something, he knows what you're thinking.

You love seeing his cum drip out of you.

"Never better." You finally reply and Frank chuckles. He kneels in front of you, parting your legs before beginning to wipe you down.

"You're somethin', bunny." Is all he says and you hum. You lay back down, letting Frank clean you up like the spoiled wife you are.

And when he finishes, he scoops you up off the bed, carrying you bridal style to the bath he apparently ran while you were so deep in thought.

And after the bath, you two are wrapped up together in freshly changed sheets. Your head on his broad chest along with your hand that wears your wedding band and ring. Frank watches it catch the moonlight, the diamond sparkling and he grabs ahold of your hand with his. You swoon as you feel him bring your knuckles up to his lips, kissing them softly.

"Would do anything for you, you know that?" His gruff voices breaks the silence and you look up at him, chin resting on his chest.

"I do, Frankie," you say, "including giving me a baby." You say and you watch a genuine smile stretch across his face. It's not often he smiles so wide like this but when he does you feel a cage of butterflies set free in your stomach every time.

"'specially giving you a baby sweetheart." Frank says and you hum, kissing the skin where your chin had rested.

"Again tomorrow?" You ask when you lay your cheek against him again. He laughs, the sound rumbling deep in your ears. He leans down, kissing the top of your head before replying.

"And the day after. Until you get a positive test." Frank promises you and you smile. You settle your face deeper into his warm skin before sleep took a hold of you. When you're snoring gently, Frank finds comfort and finds himself drifting off too.

But little did you both know.

This one session was all you needed

And new life began to flutter and stir within you . . .

→📄 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

©𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞

[rivstiglione]

𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 | 𝐟.𝐜. — ✨~.*🍋 ྀིྀི *.🌻~ 💛

── .✦ note and tags: had a thought about you in frank's fav sundress ..... and well! nsfw content ahead, minors dn not interact, frank castle x fem!reader husband!frank goes kinda crazy over you in a sundress, public sex, reader has a v, fingering, squirting, brief oral sex (f/m receive) backshots in the backseat, dirty talk (frank running that mouff), use of petnames (baby, mama, papa, sweet wife, baby girl, sweetgirl), slight food play?? — excuse any typos I was excited to post and this is subject to be edited!

wc: 4k

Frank has a special place in his heart for that pale yellow sundress of yours.

Thin strapped, high split, delicate tie in the middle made into a perfect bow always drove him insane.

It's a Sunday morning and Frank is lacing up his boots in your shared living room. You told him about the annual summer farmer's market the night before, proclaiming you would go with or without him. He was half asleep holding you, assuring you in half lucidity he would go under one condition:

"Wear that one yellow dress."

Frank is finishing lacing up his boots when you descend the stairs. He looks up to ask you if you were ready but the question never left his mouth. His fingers stall his lacing, sitting up straight to look at you all over. He mirrors the same smile you have adorned across your face.

"You like?" You ask, giving a twirl and allowing the split to open up. The delicious curves of your thighs peak out at Frank who simply smiles and shakes his head, attempting to gather his thoughts.

"More than like, sweetheart. You know what the dress does to me." Frank's eyes sweep up and down your fame as you saunter over. His hands find your waist immediately as you look down at him, sharing a gaze as your fingers run through his locks.

"So you said half asleep last night." You chuckle, hand moving down to scratch gently along his beard. He hums.

"I don't remember, but i'm glad one of us did, doll." He admits honestly and you smile. You reach down, kissing him on the lips and he kisses you back. His hand slides gently down to cup your ass softly, earning a giggle from you. He laughs as you smack him on the shoulder, but you give him one more kiss.

"Let's go before we don't make it out the house."

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Frank surprisingly kept his hands to himself on the way there. Sure he had that gentle hand on your thigh while driving, but he truly seemed like he was going to behave.

But that keyword: seemed.

Because the moment you two were steadily walking through the market, your hips swaying at every step, the restraint slowly dissipates from Frank's body. His eyes were fixated on your lower back as you wander between booths. You're completely oblivious as you continue sampling all the different kinds of fruits and juices the vendors offered. Currently you have a strawberry offered by a local strawberry farmer in your hand. You bite into it, juices exploding as it dribbles down your chin and around your lips. The world slips into slow motion as Frank watches, seeing the juice pool around your lips and some from your chin landing onto your breast. His pulse roars in his ears at the scene, eyes flickering back to your mouth as you lick away the juice.

"Babe, you gotta try this. It's so juicy." You bring the fruit up to his lips, still completely unaware of your husband violently undressing you with his eyes. He says nothing, but opens his mouth as you pop the fruit into his mouth.

But then his lips close around your finger playfully, making a small show to suck the juice off of your finger, your breath gets caught in your throat. Especially when you saw the glint behind those brown irises, hinting that he was not on his best behavior this whole time.

And all it took was a strawberry farmer to ignite his worst behavior.

You move your finger from his mouth, face flushing from the heat that was not because of the sunlight beating down. You can only look at him, words lost as your brain short circuits.

"Juicy," he says. "but I definitely know something that's juicer, baby." Frank says, eyes flickering from your breast to your face. He reaches down and wipes the juice away that's still sitting on top of your breasts.

"Yeah?" You ask, almost in a drunken daze because you know where this is headed. Especially when he takes his finger and sticks it in his mouth, your insides twist and flutter as you squeeze your thighs together.

"Yeah," He says. "I do."

You two hold a stare, subtly forgetting that you were in the middle of a market. You begin to snap out of your trance slowly before reaching out to grab his hand.

"Come on, let's at least walk by everything before you start plotting further, Mr. Castiglione." You say, interlocking your fingers and beginning to walk, pulling him after you. He trails behind, chuckling at you but his eyes watch your ass bounce with each step.

"Lead the way, Mrs. Castiglione." He says, low in his throat as he plants a kiss to your temple. More heat flushes across your cheeks and you give his hand a squeeze.

You two continue to get through the market. Despite his behavior with the strawberry he managed to hold it together. Or so he wanted you to think.

Frank's mind stayed on you and that damn yellow dress. The same one that catches the wind at the right moments, split opening graciously and revealing your thighs again. And if it wasn't your thighs that had his attention, then it was your ass. You actually caught him staring several times whenever you turned around unexpectedly to make a comment or ask a question. And if it wasn't your ass he was staring at, then it was your breast. Many times while you were eating or talking you saw his eyes flicker down to your chest. His mind far from whatever produce you were rambling about at that moment.

And at this moment, his focus was on the delicate bow you tied to hold your breast in the brassiere of the dress. This particular piece was driving him crazy, and all he could think about was reaching down, taking one of the dainty strings by his teeth to pull it loose, springing your breast free for him.

Heavily considered it before remembering you two were in broad daylight in the middle of a farmer's market. So, with the last bit of his restraint, he brought his focus back to you as you pulled him over to the next stall ran by a vegetable farmer.

"I could use some fresh vegetables for dinner tonight." You hum, picking up a variety of different vegetables. Cucumbers, tomatoes, potatoes, you had them all as Frank watches your hips sway. He bit into his bottom as he coasts up behind you, pressing his front against your rear.

"Gotta say, I'm pretty hungry right now, doll." He says, voice thick with want. The deepness of his voice sending shivers down your spine before they settle into the pit of your stomach. A pool of want growing as he places a hand on your hip. You look over your shoulder, seeing that look in his eye as he looks from your eyes, lips, and settling on your breast.

"Frank." You shutter out, watching as his head dips lower to kiss behind your ear. Your knees damn near buckle as he licks hotly before biting down. A gasp escapes your mouth and you drop the vegetables from your hands. The farmer looks up, alarmed by your sudden behavior and worried something was wrong with the produce.

"Everything okay, miss? There's nothing wrong with the crops right?" He asks, standing up as you quickly apology.

"No no! Sorry I just saw a bee." You lie, bending down to get the vegetables but Frank was already gathering them. He turns his attention to the farmer.

"We'll take these." Frank says, looking briefly at you before giving you a look you know all too well.

Frank was tired of waiting and this was the last stall you would visit.

And he was not going to wait till you both got home.

And that is how you ended up in the backseat of Frank's truck.

"Frank." You moan as his lips move from the corner of your mouth to trail wet, tepid kisses along your neck. He groans, licking along your pulse before nipping gently. You gasp, opening your legs wider to allow him to settle in comfortably.

"Been wanting you since I saw you come down in that dress, sweetheart." Frank confesses as he licks along your neck. Your legs shiver in response before you roll your hips against him.

"I love wearing this dress for you." You find yourself confessing along with him as he lowers his lips to your collarbone. Your fingers come up, gripping at his hair to anchor yourself as he bites along the bone. You whimper, rolling your hips again and feel the tightness in his jeans.

"Yeah, is that right?" He asks, continuing to shower you with kisses as he lowers himself to your breast. "Fucking love when you wear this dress you have no idea how much it drives me crazy, doll." Frank devotes himself to you while worshipping your body. You let out a squeak as he bites your breast, lips sucking to earn a illicit coo out of you.

"You're insatiable." You manage to chuckle out and releases your breast from his lips. He raises an eyebrow as dark chuckle escapes him.

"Can you blame me?" He starts, kissing the neglected breast, "fucking got me ready to take you in the backseat right now, princess. You do criminal things to me when you wear this dress you know that?" He says, kissing your breast before biting down. You throw your head back, moaning as pleasure consumes you. He licks an sucks, igniting heat within in your lower belly. Your cunt pulses and you roll your hips once more to feel pressure. Your clit is aching to be touched and his rough denim causes you to whimper at the contact. He releases your breast from his mouth, ready to move on as his bites decorate your skin.

And what he does next, leaves you breathless.

With his eyes never leaving yours, he lowers his mouth to the drawstrings in front of your dress. He takes one string between his teeth, pulling back to unravel the pretty bow you made early this morning. Your breast spring free and Frank licks his lips before divulging.

He takes one of your areola's in his mouth, the pert bud hardening within seconds in his hot mouth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, tugging hard on his hair and earning a groan from him. He bites gently, causing you to gasp and your clit to twitch. His rough hand comes up to the neglected breast, cupping, squeezing, and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You begin panting in the backseat, heat increasing and you start to slide your sundress straps off until Frank slaps your thigh gently.

"Don't you fucking dare. Don't even fucking think about taking this dress off, you hear me, sweetheart?" He orders and you pull the straps back up, obeying without a second thought as he continues to worship you. He switches over to the other, trail of saliva in his wake and the scene of so lewd and disgusting but you love it. He earns another roll of your hips again but he grabs his hands and holds you still.

"Frank!" You whine, hating the restraint but forgetting momentarily when he sucks on your other nipple. Your thighs grow sticky with wetness that pools from your thighs. All this attention to every sensitive spot but the one place you craved him the most was driving you insane.

"Love how you did this bow sweetheart, but I love your breast more." He sucks harder, "so perfect, so beautiful, just like my girl." He praises and you sigh.

"Frank—" but he cuts you off.

"You know what I love even more?" Frank questions, fingers skating up underneath your dress.

"What?" You ask innocently, looking at him beneath your eyelashes into a look that you know drives him crazy.

"This pussy—fucking wet pussy. How drenched it gets for me, baby. Always a damn running faucet for me huh?" Frank confesses filithily, his fingers finding your naked pelvis. He raises an eyebrow at you.

"No panties today either? So that's why your ass was moving like it was all damn day, huh sweetheart? You tryin' to kill me with that perfect ass of yours?" Frank rambles as he slides a finger across the silky patch of skin above your clit. It's freshly shaven and Frank wonders if you did it this morning.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to notice." You tease as his finger slowly descends between your thighs.

"Oh I noticed," he says darkly, "and now I'm gonna give you what you asked for by wearing this fucking dress." His finger finds your swollen clit with ease, caressing it softly. The touch has you throwing your head back against the door as a pathetic mewl escapes you.

"I love when you play with my clit, Frank." You say as he continues his soft strokes. His rough fingers are so tender with their touch and the juxtaposition has your head spinning.

"Yeah, but I think you deserve a little more right now, huh doll?" He asks, finger circling your clit once more before dipping down unexpectedly. He curses under his breath as he feels how drenched you are and you cry.

"Please, please please," the begs come out of you before you can stop yourself, "I want you, Frank." You plea, core clenching around nothing and you were growing achingly desperate for something to fill you, stretch you. The desire to be full continues to consume your mind and Frank sees it in the way your eyes look at him. He knows that look means you're ready for him to be buried inside but he has other plans.

"I know you do, baby but I gotta take my time with this dress yeah? You wore it for me and I gotta thank you the best way, baby girl." Frank slides his finger inside your soaking cunt and your hips jerk at the feeling. You whine, rolling your hips to get him to stuff you with one more finger.

"Frank—oh fuck!" Another thick digit buries itself into you before you can verbally beg him. He curves up, hitting that gummy patch and your eyes roll back.

"S'tight I gotta open you up before I give you my cock, y/n. I can't be hurting my sweet little wife who wore this dress just for me right? I'd be a shitty husband, huh sweetheart?" Frank runs his mouth, continuing to scissor his fingers as you whine.

"Frank." You pant as he moves his fingers faster, hitting that spot deeper and harder, earning that lewd squelching noise. Frank grunts, moving his free hand to grab your breast before playing with your nipple. He feels your cunt flutter around his fingers, squeezing tightly causing him to swear.

"Christ, you're squeezing the hell out of my fingers doll," he says, "you think you're ready for me? Or should I add a third and play with you a little longer, hmm?" His filthy words and brutal fingering earns desparate mmm's and ahh's out of you. He stares down at you, watching your breast jiggle as you continue your pathetic whines and whimpers. Your lips are flushed, glossy with saliva.

"Another." You finally mewl out and Frank hums.

"You want another, sweetheart? Fuck, I'll give it to you baby. I'd be a shitty husband if I didn't give you what you want, huh?" He asks and you're nodding, whimpering as he slides a third inside. He stretches you deliciously and you cry out. Your nails find home on his bicep as you struggle to brace yourself.

"Frank—fuck!" His hand flies from your breast to your mouth, quieting your moans as he sees a couple walk by. You're turned on more, whimpering against his palm as he continues to finger you dizzy. Frank watches the couple disappear between cars and turns his attention back to you. His fingers are soaked and he knows your dress isn't probably too far from being like his fingers.

"You think you're ready for me, sweetheart," Frank says, "because I think if you get any wetter you'll soak through that dress of yours." And you nod enthusiastically. You pull your dress up, exposing your thighs and messy cunt. He sees your thighs are soaked, arousal shinny and sticky. His pupils blow the moment he catches liquid pouring out of your cunt.

“Nnnmmphh—fuck!” You squeal as you spray all over his fingers, definitely wetting your dress now. Frank lets out a low rumble that resembles a growl almost before diving between your messy thighs. His hot tongue swipes at your clit before trailing down to drink up your nectar.

“Taste so good, sweetheart,” Frank says after pulling himself from between your thighs, “I definitely think you’re ready for me now, hm?” He asks, hands going to his belt but you’re faster. He lets out a chuckle as you work quickly, unfastening his worn leather belt and then working on his button. You undo the zipper as he pulls his denim down, along with his boxers and his cock springs free. Your mouth waters, seeing the mushroom tip flushed purple almost with the tip leaking. You surge forward, taking the head between your lips and sucking. Frank hisses, hand going to your curls before gripping roughly.

“Shit, y/n.” He groans as you work sloppily. You slide your mouth further, taking more in and he jumps in your mouth. You moan around him, salivating and Frank grips your hair tighter. You run your tongue along the prominent vein on the underside and Frank’s hips buck, making you take him deeper in your mouth. You gag softly but keep him nestled in your throat and Frank damn near loses it.

“Fuck, I need that pussy now. Turn around f’me, pretty girl okay?” Frank says, pulling you off of him and you have a trail of spit from his tip to your bottom lip. You smile, leaning down to kiss the tip one last time before turning around. You hike your dress up, having it pool around your waist and you brace your hand onto the doorrest. Frank settles behind you, hands coming up to caress your awaiting ass. He slaps one cheek playfully before squeezing it, admiring how the fat jiggles and how soft it is. Frank always told himself it was the 8th wonder of the world because he was mesmerized every time he saw it.

“Baby, you're staring.” You giggle, wiggling your ass playfully and he slaps the right cheek. You gasp but then whine as he slaps the other one harder.

“Gotta give my favorite juicy peach some love first, sweetgirl.” He says before positioning himself behind you. You foot a leg onto the ground, opening yourself up and giving Frank an illicit view of your awaiting cunt. It’s dripping obscenely and Frank doesn’t waste a single second before sinking himself into you. 

The two of you moan, hissing at the tightness of your cunt as he continues to bury himself at the hilt. You let out a salacious mewl, back arching just the way you knew Frank liked it before he eases out. He swears under his breath, sliding back in as he marvels on how well you squeeze him. He looks down, watching his cock emerge with a creamy ring and he swears. 

“Barely started and you’re already creamin’ on me, baby, fuck.” His pelvis meets the curve of your ass and he grips your hips to anchor himself. His nails dig into the skin and you whimper at the sting that occurs. You grip the door rest hard, ashening your knuckles you’re sure as he continues to drill himself deep inside you. 

“Frank, ohmygod–mmmph!” You whimper, hearing the sounds of skin slapping and your pussy creaming around your husband. Frank continues to grunt behind you, cursing whenever you squeezed him tight when he hit that spot that left you seeing stars. Your toes are curling in your sandals, roots sweating, and thighs shaking with each pound against your cunt.

“That’s my pretty little wife yeah that’s it baby,” he says, “keep moaning for me sweet girl, you’re so fucking good papa’s so proud of you yeah?” Frank says tenderly as he praises you. You wail at the praises, taunt feeling in your core pulling tighter and tighter as he talks you through it. 

“I love you so much, Frank.” You whimper, eyes screwed shut as you give yourself entirely to your husband. The pleasure runs rampant through your body, pooling tightly and warming in your lower belly as his cock continues to kiss those deep parts of you. 

“I love you too, baby s’good, so fucking good for your husband huh?” The praises tumble from his mouth as he continues to feel your cunt suck him in. The grip on his cock told him you never wanted him to leave and shit he was feeling the same. Your cunt was gushing, dripping down your thighs now and surely making a mess on the seat.

“Yes, daddy, I love being good for you.” You’re completely drunk off of his cock that continues to piston into you and he knows it. He hears the desperate whines you let out that only meant you were close. Especially with your thighs shaking, he knew you were only moments from coming all over him. He wasn’t too far behind you either.

“Ahh–fuck mama, you’re so perfect for me taking this cock,” he slaps your ass and you yelp but moan as he rubs the sore spot, “keep being good for me and cum on this cock yeah? I know you can do it sweet girl I feel you dripping and squeezing me sweetheart, fuck.” Frank continues to be filthy as he drills into you.

“Frank, I can’t, I can’t–” You chant, the pleasure becoming too much for you that you were almost scared. You already knew this orgasm was going to hit you hard and you knew no amount of bracing could prepare you for the pending wave about to crash over you. And Frank knew this too, especially with the way you reach back, holding onto his wrist to ground yourself. But he’s not phased by your words; he knows you can do it.

“Yes you can, mama. I know it’s so much and a lot for your little cunt but you’re so good,” he leans down, placing kisses along your back to soothe you, “you’re doing so good for me. Go ahead and come f’me baby girl.” He coaches you through it, placing more kisses and you mewl underneath him. You grow louder, body shaking as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. 

“Oh—fuck!” You cum all over Frank, cunt clamping down and squeezing him tightly. Your body shakes violently as you let out a series of whimpers and moans. 

“That's right cum for me sweetheart,” Frank grunts, hissing as his balls feel heavy. “Atta girl, atta fucking girl come for papa.” Frank groans, feeling his balls swell as the build up rushes to his tip. He’s groaning, thrusts becoming chopping. 

“Go ‘head and come for me, Frankie.” You whimper as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. He doesn’t need further encouragement with the help of your wet and slick walls coating him. He’s spilling in you within seconds, groans bubbling in his throat as he does. Frank gives a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling out of you. The two of you hiss at the loss but let out a sigh of content. You look over your shoulder to see your husband staring at you, chest heaving as he catches his breath. Your legs shake as he lets out a final breath, chuckling.

"Told you what that dress does to me."

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𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐟.𝐜

── .✦ note and tags: had a thought about you being a brat and frank handling™ that. nsfw, minors do not interact! 18+, frank castle x fem!reader. reader has a vagina. mentions of you being a brat! fingering, squirting, dirty talk frank is running his mouf lowkey, pet names (doll, baby girl, mama, sweetheart), mentions of bj. both images found from pinterest and are not mine!

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“You been bratty all day, sweetheart, somethin’ on your mind?”

You pout from the far end of the couch as he sharpens a knife. He sits at a neighboring table, tending to his knife as he calls attention to your attitude. He doesn’t look at you when he asks the question, and his nonchalant tone for some reason makes your brattiness inflate even more. You huff, puffing out noise through your nose and Frank visibly chuckles at the sound. A scowl itches itself onto your face and you cross your arms.

Frank continues to not look at you, still sharpening his knife before he speaks.

“Can feel you scowling at the side of my face,” Frank starts off, “but giving me a death glare and not using your words isn’t gonna get your pretty pussy filled now is it, doll?” The mentions of the lewd part of you causes you to drop your scowl instantly. Your breath even hitches slightly, caught in your throat and that causes Frank to finally stop looking at his knife. His gaze is on your doelike expression and his jeans feel tighter.

“T-t-that’s not what I want.” You stutter out a lie in some desperate attempt to gain control back over the situation, but the damage is already done. Frank saw right through your antics and knew what you were secretly craving this whole time.

“Lying doesn’t get your cunt filled, y/n.” He completely sets the knife down before getting up from the table. You swallow thickly, shivering as he takes each step closer to you.

“Frank-“ you’re cut off when he grabs you by your arm, lifting you off the couch. You yelp as he sits down and drags you down into his lap.

“Ssh shh I’m gonna help you with your attitude, isn’t that what you want? Huh, doll?” Frank says, voice thick against your ear. You relax into his lap, going limp and opening your legs as one hand trails teasingly along your thigh. Frank kisses your neck.

“Frank, please touch me.” You’re begging as his rough hands slide between your thighs. A shiver coasts along your spine and you shake in his lap. One hand travels to your breast, holding it tightly as the other teases your thighs with feather touch.

“Touch you where, sweetheart?” Frank says in your ear, his stubble brushing against your cheek. You mewl, throwing your head back on his shoulder as you open your legs wider.

“You know wh-where.” You moan as his thick fingers press teasingly against your clothed clit. Your thighs shake briefly at the brief buzz of pleasure that pulsed through you. Frank only hums, the feeling vibrating against your back as he moves his hand to slap your thigh.

“Use your words, y/n.” Frank caresses the same skin, soothing the burn as you whimper.

“I want you to touch my pussy, Frank.” You plead and he kisses your temple.

“Atta girl, we’re gettin’ somewhere now.” He says before taking his hand and hooking his fingers under your waistband. You lift your lips as he drags your shorts down in one fluid motion. A small string of your arousal slaps against your thigh and Frank sees the sticky mess between your thighs due to your lack of underwear.

“No underwear? You plottin’ on me sweetheart?” Frank says even though he knows the answer. You feel heat on your face as he slides his hand back your thigh. Goosebumps leave in his wake as he brings his digit closer and closer to that very spot you wanted him to touch.

“Frank.” You whine as his finger ghosts over your clit ever so slightly. The feather touch causes you to let out a strangled groan as he skips to your other thigh. He squeezes your breast over your shirt roughly before speaking.

“Pretty pussy is already so swollen, look at that clit, y/n.” Frank’s finger comes back, coming down to circle on the swollen bud and you moan, eyes rolling back you settle completely into his lap.

“I been thinking about you all day.” You confess, moaning as his finger continues to circle your clit softly.

“I know, I can tell,” he starts off, “I can feel it.” He finishes as his finger dips down to the awaiting arousal. He curses under his breath as he slips a finger in with ease.

“Jesus fucking christ, doll you are soaked. You gonna make a mess of my jeans any second.” Frank says and slips a second finger inside. You mewl as he curves his thick fingers in and out, lewd squelching noises earned as you coat his fingers. Frank can already feel you dripping down his hand and he cock hardens beneath your ass.

“Fuck—Frank!” You shout as he slips a third in before moving his fingers faster. His other hand slips up your shirt before squeezing your breast roughly. He takes your nipple between two fingers before tweaking and squeezing the bud. Another moan tumbles from your mouth as he continues to play with your body.

“Can’t believe you were giving me attitude because this is what you wanted,” he growls in your ear, “you want me, all you gotta do is ask, doll. Got that?” He says as if he’s not fingering you straight into bliss. By this time your arousal was creaming all over his fingers, sticky along your thighs and there’s a dark spot on his jeans. Yet he continues to reprimand you as if this was a normal conversation — not one with your legs spread and pussy drooling in his lap.

“Fraaank.” You whine, but Frank isn’t having it.

“I said, do you got that doll?” He brings his hand from your cunt to your clit, flickering his fingers back and forth as he coats your clit with your slick. You look down at his shiny fingers and swollen clit before nodding.

“Yes, I heard you, Castle.” You moan and he slips his fingers back inside.

“Atta girl.” He praises before fucking his fingers in and out at a brutal pace. You shriek, legs attempting to close on Frank’s hand but he moves his hand on your breast down to pry them back open. The sheer force and dominance radiating off Frank makes your head spin and your moans go up an octave.

“Be a good girl and keep these open. How else do you want me to fuck this attitude away, huh?” Frank continues to run his mouth as he pistons his fingers in and out. The squelching becomes louder and you can only continue to moan as the pleasure consumes you. It's hot and prickling down your spine how his stubble prickles against your cheek.

“Oh—fuck!” Your cunt is fluttering around his fingers, squeezing him tightly as a soft squirt erupts from you. You moan, the sounds of liquid hitting the floor and Frank curses under his breath at the sight. You soak even bits of his shirt as he continues to pump his digits.

“Good girl— fucking good girl, make a mess on me.” Frank praises, knowing your orgasm was near. Your words turned into incoherent babbles and swears as your head lulls back against his shoulder. Your eyes are tearing up and you knew if you opened them they’d come pouring down. The pleasure feeling soo good it had you whimpering and crying.

“F-f-frank, I’m so close.” You cry, legs beginning to tremble steadily and Frank kisses along your cheek. He moves his hand that was on your thigh to your chin. He grips it, turning your head to look up at him and your eyes open. Your tears streak your face as he looks into your helpless doe eyes. A primal sound rumbles in his throat before he crashes his lips against yours. His tongue slips in, muffling your noises as he manages to gather all the strength and finger you faster.

Your screams are muffled by his tongue and lips, but your legs shake violently. You’re grabbing onto his wrist to steady yourself as the wave threatens to crash over you. Another round of squirt erupts from your cunt and you wail against his lips pathetically. He moves his lips away from you before putting his thumb in your mouth.

“Fucking water park tonight aren’t you, sweetheart? And squeezing my fingers you’re gonna come soon aren’t you? Gonna come all over my fucking fingers huh, doll?” Frank says, that brutal pace still continues and you nod your head. He takes his thumb out of your mouth to allow you to speak.

“Yes Frank, I wanna come all over your fingers.” You plea, toes curling as you bite at your bottom lip. The pleasure persists, that string begging to unravel feels taut in your core, knowing it was about to get it’s wish. Each time Frank’s thick fingers left and returned inside you, an electric pulse radiated throughout your core. Your legs were still shaking and the sight of you falling apart in his lap was driving Frank insane. His cock is throbbing and he’s sure there's a dribble of precum in his boxers already.

“Y/n, I got you mama Frank’s got you, baby girl. Come all over my fingers for me.” Frank talks you through it, the low baritone in his voice sending shivers throughout your body and you finally snap.

“Frank!” You cry, body convulsing as unintelligible cries continue to fall out your mouth. Frank steadily fingers you through your orgasm, watching your face as your eyes roll back and give into ecstasy. 

“Atta girl, keep coming for me.” He says, watching your face and relishing in your expression. Your eyebrows scrunched as more slurred whimpers tumble from your lips. It's only when you give one last sigh that Frank slips his fingers from between your thighs. Bringing those same fingers immediately to his mouth as he licks them clean, your eyes opening to see his brown eyes staring at you. 

“Feel better now?” He asks, referencing your bratty attitude from earlier and you laugh. You bring your lips to his, kissing him messily before pulling away.

“I think sucking you off would do the final trick.” You say sultrily before slipping out of his lap. You drop to your knees as he spreads his legs to fit you in between. He chuckles before folding his arms behind his head.

“Be my guest, sweetheart.” 

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I watch The Punisher for the plot

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just wanted to say i love love love everyone who’s commented, reblogged, and sent me messages you guys make me so happy and encourage me to keep sharing my stories about our mans frankie 💕

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𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 | 𝐟.𝐜. - .°˖⋆ ℧ 𓃗 .°˖⋆

── .✦ Note: thought about normal married life frank shenanigans while rewatching season 2 and well! also subjected to be proofread and edited. I got excited seeing the trailer drop and I've been sitting on this for awhile... enjoy ! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ── .✦ Tags: pictures are not mine!, husband!frank, slight mention of the punisher life, fem!reader, smut, p in v sex, i did write this with a black!reader in mind but anyone can read fr, riding, reverse cowgirl, creaming, dirty talk, petnames (bunny, mama, baby, sweetheart, wife, daddy,)

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“Quite the costume you have on there, sweetheart.”

Frank could barely hold himself together when you came out the bedroom. You had to make a grand entrance, telling Frank that he had to wait outside in the living room while you got dressed. And my God you did not let the man down at all.

It was a casual conversation that took place earlier this week. You saw your local bar was having a western themed night and it took every bone in your body to convince Frank to dress up. Asking him to go was one thing but convincing him to wear a full get up was a different battle you endured. You managed to sweet talk him into at least wearing a nice button down and a cowboy hat you picked up for him at a department store. Grumbling, he took the red shirt and white hat from you and that's when you knew you had won.

But when you saw the look on his face with your risqué outfit, you knew you definitely won.

But maybe too much, because the look he was giving you looked like he didn’t want to make it out the house.

Still, you give him a proper 360, a twirl as your cowgirl boots clunk against the wood floor of your home. You return facing him, placing a steady hand on your hip as you tipped your hat to him.

“Cowboy.” You fake a southern twang and the man barks out a laugh. He walks over to you, hands finding your waist as his eyes marvel over your frame.

“You are somethin’ else, Mrs. Castle.” His brown eyes shining with admiration.

“I keep your life interesting.” You shrug nonchalantly and he laughs.

“That you do.” He agrees, hand coming up to your chin and tilting your head up. You take your hat off before he presses his lips against yours. He grunts, tasting your strawberry lip gloss and has to lick his lips because its his favorite flavor of yours. He pulls away, looking down at you as you look back with a knowing grin.

"Something on your mind, partner?" You continue the southern twang and he has to chuckle again.

"You wore this damn lip gloss on purpose, huh?" Frank accuses and you simply grin.

"I know it's your favorite," you say before taking his hand into yours, "figured I'd put it on since you're humoring me for the night." You say, taking your free hand and adjusting his shirt. He grabs at your chin again, bringing his lips down and kissing you once again.

"Love you, mama." He says against your lips and you grin, quickly pecking him.

"Love you too, Frankie. Now, let's do a little pregame and head to the bar, huh?" Frank grunts in approval before allowing you to guide him to the kitchen.

And by little pregame, it wasn't little at all.

You were drunk by the time you two reached the bar.

There were a decent amount of folk when you two finally showed up. The moment Frank saw several men he put a protective hand on your exposed hip, silently staking his claim. You lean into his warmth as you two find two stools at the bar. He helps you onto your stool before sliding onto one next to you.

The bartender, a woman who happens to be your favorite, recognizes you two immediately. You wave the young lady down as she approaches with nothing but smiles.

"Well well, isn't it my two favorite patrons in the world," she says, setting down napkins in front of you, "the usual I assume?" She asks which consists of two double shots of whiskey and a local draft beer on tap. To which you nod eagerly.

"Yes please." You purr, your flirty side coming out and she winks at you. Frank only watches, nodding whenever the bartender looks at him for confirmation. She turns away and you bring your attention back to your husband.

"Frankiee," you start off, grabbing onto his chin to bring him closer to you, "I know I've told you a thousand times but you look so good in this western look." You tell him and he laughs because it's true. You haven't stopped complimenting him the moment the alcohol hit your system.

"Darlin' you are drunk." He deflects and you pout.

"Doesn't mean I'm lyin'." You say before kissing him, allowing him to taste your newly applied gloss. A greedy hand comes up to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue slides across your plump bottom lip before the sound of your bartender returning causes you two to separate. Feeling like two horny teens caught making out as heat flushes your cheeks and his ears go slightly red.

"Sorry to interrupt," the bartender winks at you and you flush harder, "but heres two beers and two double shots of whiskey. Let me know if you two need anything else!" She says before tending to more patrons that sat down. You turn your attention back to your husband, grinning from ear to ear before picking up your shot.

"To us having fun?" You say as he picks his up. He holds it up before clinking against your glass.

"To us having fun, bunny." He says and you two take a charitable gulp.

And then like any drunk person with good music playing. . .

You have to start dancing.

You don't leave the bar, no you're within a couple feet from Frank as your hips catch the rhythm of the song. He watches in awe, realizing he doesn't see you dance nearly as much as he should. The twist of your hips and beautiful expressions upon your face made you the most stunning person in the bar. Frank would be lying if he said he didn't notice the way people did double takes at you and part of him couldn't blame them. You were stunning and so carefree as you continued to dance. It was like anything bad that you two endured together never happened. You two were plain civilians that never had to suffer horrors you two experienced.

Seeing you like this was a piece of heaven on Earth.

Sensing he was staring at you, your eyes open and you look at Frank and your breath catches in your chest. His gaze is a mixture of something soft, tender, and lusty as he takes in your form. His eyes were raking across your revealing outfit all night, loving the way it accentuated your body and highlighted your skintone. You're a goddess everyday but you were especially right now. You felt like it with the look Frank was giving you.

You smile flirty at him before giving another twirl of your hips. You're getting lost in the rhythm again, eyes closing before you sense a body next to you.

"Excuse me."

Your eyes rip open and you look into the eyes of a stranger. He's look down at you, eyes raking up from head to toe and you raise an eyebrow.

"Yes?" You ask, slowly stopping your dancing but you're still swaying your hips to the country song.

"You're beautiful and you dance amazing. Can I buy you a—" Before he can finish you bring your left hand up. Your index finger of your right points to the ring finger on your left. You point to the diamond ring and wedding band that catches the light.

"Married, buddy." You say simply before a body presses into yours. You know it's Frank when a strong hand comes onto your hip.

"Spoken for," He says with a stern tone, causing the man to gulp, "I'd appreciate if you walk away from my wife and find someone else to buy a drink." The man doesn't need to be told twice, especially given Frank is twice his size. He scurries away, mumbling a quick apology and disappearing into the crowd that steadily grows. You look up at your husband to see that look in his eye.

That one he gets when he feels the need to remind you and himself that you're his.

"I didn't flirt with him." You tease, seeing the way he's looking at you and his jaw tenses at the thought.

"I know you didn't. But seeing the way all the men are looking at you in here..." He trails off and you shake your head.

"And I only want to ride this cowboy in front of me." You say, grabbing onto his shirt before kissing him. He kisses you back, groaning before pulling away.

"What's that shit you were saying when we were on the way here earlier?" Frank asks and you grin, looking up at him into his eyes. Your bite your lip, lowering your face into a seductive glint.

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy." You say. Frank nods, humming before replying.

"How about we go put that motto to use, huh?"

"Oh, fuck!"

You don't remember how you made it home, but now you're mounting your husband on the couch of the living room, too horny to make it to the bedroom. Frank is grunting beneath you, shirt gone and jeans pushed to his ankles as you bounced up and down. Your top is gone but skirt is pushed up to your waist. You have his hat on as you move your hips sinfully against him.

"Sweetheart you ridin' this cock so good." Frank says, completely blissed out as he has one hand behind his head and one steady on your hip. You moan at his praise, moving your hips in a circle before riding back and forth.

"Told you I was gonna save a horse." You huff, determined to earn more grunts and groans out of him and you do. His chest raises as his nails dig into your skin.

"Fuckin' save that horse, bunny." He grunts out and you giggle before bouncing again. The lewd smacking of your cunt against him echoes throughout the room, layering with your moans. You ride with no hands, putting on a show that leaves Frank breathless and biting his lip.

"Hmmphh—fuck!" His tip pushes just right in you and you bounce again. He grunts, feeling your cunt suck him in deeper as you refused to let him leave. Your wet walls coat his cock in arousal, sticky with cream and it only makes the sounds of sex wetter. Frank looks down, seeing a creamy ring form at the base.

"Gettin' off to riding me, huh," he whistles, putting a thumb at your clit and you cry out, "soaking my cock, sweetheart." He watches the cream ooze from the tip and down the shaft. You whimper, continuing to ride him but with the added stimulation of him rubbing your clit your moans are getting louder.

"Frank, fuck!" You sigh, throwing your hips back down onto your husband. He continues grunting underneath you, rough thumb circling your clit as he takes in your face. Your lips parted as moans continue to tumble out, your tits bouncing and beautiful nipples making his mouth water.

"So fucking beautiful riding me like this,” He encourages, “my beautiful fuckin’ wife.” He says and the word wife sends a shiver down your spine. You moan, nodding as you look at him with hooded eyes.

“I love being your wife, Frankie.” You say, moving your hips faster and alternating between bouncing and swirling your hips.

“Love being your husband, baby.” He says and you smile. You lift yourself off of him briefly before turning around into the reverse cowgirl position. You make a show of reaching between your legs, grabbing his cock as you bring the tip to your awaiting lips. Frank groans, watching the way you sink down on him, cock disappearing between your wet folds. He brings a hand up to smack your ass, causing you to yelp before you begin bouncing. Frank moans seeing the way your ass moves with each impact against his pelvis. You look over your shoulder, still bouncing on Frank and taking in how wrecked the man looks.

Frank didn’t allow you to take charge often, but when he did it was a sight worth beholding.

“You like it like this, daddy?” You ask sweetly, still bouncing and his eyes never leave your ass.

“Fuckin’ love it, baby, don’t fucking stop.” He says and you giggle, sinking yourself down on him harder and earning moans from both of you.

“So fucking big, Frankie.” You whimper, thighs starting to burn but you refused to stop. The more you kept bouncing the closer you felt. Your cunt was tight around him, begging for him to cum so you could milk him for every drop.

“You’re doing so good sweetheart. I'm so fuckin' close.” Frank warns you and you hum, his words causing your body to shiver.

“Me too, Frankie.” You whimper, changing your position slightly before panting your feet firmly on the couch. You place a steady hand onto Frank’s burly thigh before bouncing faster and harder.

“Jesus christ—fuck, bunny!” Frank grunts, struggling to catch his breath while watching the way your ass moves with each bounce. The view hypnotizes Frank, seeing a peek of your pretty cunt between your cheeks. Your sticky cream is spilling out, running down his cock and painting it as it drips to his base.

If Frank wasn't old fashioned, he probably would have snapped a picture.

But instead, he grunts heavily before smacking your ass. The sting causes your cunt to twitch around him and clit ache with need. You whimper, bringing a finger to your swollen pearl and rubbing soft circles. You throw your head back, crying out as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. Frank sees and he sits up, bringing your back flush to his chest before places his hands on both of your hips. You open your eyes before the man starts moving you up and down on his cock faster. You choke, whimpering as high pitched gasps begin to leave your mouth.

"Oh—fuck, Frank!" You cry.

"Rub your clit faster, sweetheart. Rub it for me, baby." He commands, knowing exactly what you need and you obey. That ribbon of desire is unraveling faster and faster as you pant out whimpers, whining with desperation.

"It's okay, Frankie's got you I know exactly what that pussy needs huh," he says, words filthy in your ear as he continues grunting, "you rode my cock so good now be a good wife and come for me." He says before slamming you down onto him. You cry out, screaming as he does it again, and again. The sensation of his thick cock brutally stretching you out, your finger on your clit, and the dominating commands that Frank gives pushes you to the edge.

"Frank!" You scream, cunt squeezing him as you felt your body get pushed into the white hot euphoria you had been chasing. A string of curses and cries tumble from your lips as your orgasm shook through you. Frank is grunting in your ear, moving your fingers away from your clit to rub harsher circles to send you tumbling deeper. You jerk in his lap with overstimulation, trying to get out of his hold but he only holds onto you tighter.

"Fraaannk." you whimper and he kisses your shoulder. He still slams his cock inside you over and over again, wetness drenching his thighs and making an obscene sticky mess. Something about the sight and your whining pushes him over the edge.

"Fuck!" Frank feels his cock swell before he spills himself deep inside you. By this time Frank worked you into another orgasm and you're cumming for a second time. You're screaming his name this time as tears stream down your cheeks at the pleasure. You're overwhelmed and your body starts shaking as Frank finally slows down his thrusts.

You two tangle into a pair of sweaty and sticky limbs onto the couch, spent from the sex and come down from the alcohol. Frank tucked you into him, rough hands gently scratching at your scalp as you mewl into his strong chest. He places a soft kiss long your hairline and when you finally feel like you're back to Earth you peer up at him. He looks down at you, eyes trained as he looks for any signs of discomfort in your face.

He sees none.

All he sees back is his beautiful wife who he would burn the entire world for. The only thing that could anchor him and keep him sane from the wars that plagued his mind. The only person who could convince him to go out and dress up for a western night.

“I told you.” You say, dopey from your orgasm and pensive look from your husband. However pensive turns confused as he raises an eyebrow.

“What was that?” He asks.

“That I was gonna save that horse.” You sigh, yawning. Clearly tired from all the festivities and Frank can only chuckle. He leans down, kissing your awaiting lips.

“You are somethin’, else.” He says against your lips and you smile before kissing him.

“I love you, Frankie.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

©𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞

[rivstiglione]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐅.𝐂 — ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.🧸ྀི

── .✦ Note: back again with husband!frank due to a request and also we love husband!frank here. my baby fever has been through the rooooff so heres a fic.

── .✦ Tags: pictures are not mine! 18+, neva a beta so subject to editing! husband!frank, fem!reader (has v), established relationship, mentions of pregnancy, soft domesticity !!!, once again black reader in mind but anyone can read fr, pet names (doll, sweetheart, bunny), dirty talk (frank be running that mouf), oral (fem receiving), missionary, mating press, creampie, aftercare, slight pregnant reader at the end

── .✦ word count: 4.1k

minors do not interact

It wasn’t planned at all.

But Frank couldn’t help it tonight, especially after sharing your dream.

He came home like normal, a long day of doing construction and avoiding his jackasses of coworkers. He pulled up to the brownstone you two had outside the city in a quiet suburb. Tiredness ached at his eyes and he rubbed a hand through his grown out curls before reaching the door. Unlocking it, he steps inside and is immediately greeted by aromatic spices in the air. A telltale sign you were cooking and his heart flutters with warmth instantly.

Soft R&B music plays from the kitchen, accompanied by pots and pans moving about. He follows the sound, quietly walking along the floor in an effort not to alert you. He's about to round the corner when he hears you humming, singing softly along to the song that plays and his heart seizes even more. Frank turns the corner and sees you and his jaw slackens with awe as he takes you in.

Your back is to him as you focus on the stove that's in front of you. You're adorned in a simple tank top and shorts set, but the outfit feels anything but simple to Frank. Your legs are on display and even a tiny sliver of your skin shoes in the clothing break between the top and bottom. Frank's lip twitches when he realizes you aren't wearing a bra either. His eyes go back down to your rear, a gentle sway of your hips occurring as you stir what you're cooking. You're lost in your own domestic world as Frank stares at you with admiration. His beautiful wife who causes him to pause even when you're doing the most mundane things.

Sensing you were not alone and Frank snuck in, you cast a gaze over your shoulder to see him staring at you. Your eyes widen, not expecting to see your husband just staring at you but you give him a soft grin that seems to release him from his trance.

"Frankie." You say and he smiles softly. He walks over, throwing his keys onto the counter with his hands outstretched to you. They find the curve of your waist and you lean back against him. He places a kiss on your temple.

"Hey, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't," you assure, looking down at the stew, "when did you get in?"

"Just now," he says, pressing his lips against your temple again, "missed you today." Frank admits and you turn off the stove before turning around to face him. You give him a soft pout, looking up at him before teasing his curls out of his face.

"I missed you too," you admit, "you were gone when I woke up this morning." another pout forms across your face and he fights the urge to kiss it away.

"You looked so peaceful this morning I couldn't possibly wake you, doll." He answers and you hum.

"What a romantic you are."

"Better than any of those damn romance novels you be readin'." Frank picks at you and you roll your eyes.

"Got jokes today huh, Mr. Castle?" You banter back and Frank chuckles.

"Yeah, I do, Mrs. Castle." Frank says and you swoon at your official title. Your eyes flicker to his lips and you stretch up, puckering your lips. Frank meets you halfway, pecking you softly and you smile. You reach for another and he happily obliges.

"Dinner's done. Are you hungry?" You ask and he nods.

"Starvin'."

You two move in a comfortable silence as you plate the food and Frank washes his hands. Frank's stomach growls the moment you set his bowl down in front of him and he thanks you with a kiss. You settle across from him and the two of you start digging in.

“How was your day today?” You ask him after a few moments of silence. Frank looks up at you, mouthful of stew before swallowing.

“Same ole, same ole, how about you sweetheart?” He asks and you hum.

“Good! I did some errands, some cleaning, I went to the grocery store to get that beer you like…” You ramble off all the things you did today, animatedly talking with your hands as you do and Frank stares at you fondly. He even puts his spoon down at one point to give you his full attention, humming and adding a comment here and there when necessary. Its moments like these Frank adores more than anything.

Just a simple dinner with his beautiful wife over an amazingly cooked food.

But then the atmosphere shifts when you mention something bashfully.

“Then I also had a dream while I was napping.” You say and your tone of shyness catches Frank’s attention. He raises an eyebrow, expecting you to go on but all you do is bite your lip.

“Oh yeah,” you nod, “what was the dream, doll?” Frank asks, awaiting your answer because he couldn’t imagine what would have you this shy. His outspoken wife who's never afraid to put him in his place is this shy?

You take a deep breath before looking at your husband in his eyes.

“I had a dream I had your baby, Frank.” You say and Frank’s eyes drop to your stomach thats blocked by the table. He looks back at you, trying to gauge what you were trying to say to him.

“My baby, huh?” He asks and you nod. Your cheeks are so hot as you feel his steady gaze on you. You can't quite read what's going on in Frank's head so you nervously continue.

"Yeah. She was so cute and so small," you ramble, "i was filled with so much love and I remember seeing your face and how excited you were and then I woke up." You frown, distress forming across your face unintentionally. You didn't mean to show how disappointed you were that you woke up with an empty womb and no baby to be heard, but you did and that did not go unnoticed with Frank.

"A girl?" Frank asks, suddenly picturing a baby girl nursing off of you, milk drunk and gurgling at him. A heavy feeling seizes Frank's chest, right where his heart is as you nod.

"A beautiful baby girl." You confirm.

"Do you want that, sweetheart?" Frank asks, watching your expression turn bashful once again. You look down at your stew briefly, chewing on your bottom lip before he calls out to you again.

"Baby?" He calls gently.

"Yes." You say, and he's not sure if you're answering or confirming.

"Yes?" He asks, hand reaching out to grab yours. You smile, looking at your joined hands before looking back at him.

"Yes." You confirm, and Frank knows you want a baby.

"Then lets not keep you waiting, huh?"

You two feverishly make out in the bedroom after abandoning dinner on the table. Frank eventually excuses himself from you, heading to the bathroom to take a shower before committing to his promise.

"Then lets not keep you waiting, huh?"

The sentence echoes in your head as you bite your lip. Your core tingles, fluttering as you listen to the water running in the bathroom. Thighs become slicker with your arousal as you anticipate what Frank was going to do to you. The look on his face when you told him about your baby dream was seared into your brain. That look of awe yet primal lust left you clenching your thighs together since dinner.

And this pathetic excuse of clothing you wore for him was doing a terrible job of disguising it.

You felt hot, anxious as the water cut off before you knew it. You look towards the bathroom, eyes waiting for the door to open from the ensuite.

And when it does, Frank is wearing nothing but a towel. He walks over to you, steam wafting off his skin as he looks down at you. You look up at him with soft eyes.

"You wanna carry my baby, sweetheart?" He asks and you nod. His hand comes to your cheek, caressing it as you look at him with soft eyes.

"More than anything, Frankie." You assure him, hands grabbing at his towel and he lets you undo it. His cock springs free, hard and threatening to leak precum at any second.

"Let me give you one then, bunny." He says before he starts to fulfill his promise.

He starts by reaching down to kiss you harshly, a force that's full of passion of lust. You start to take your cami off but Frank is faster. He quickly breaks the kiss before sliding the cami off of you with a single motion. Before you can say anything he dives back in, sucking on your bottom lip and causing you to gasp. The kisses igniting a fire within you and you feel the heat spreading from your chest to between your legs. A gentle buzz occurs between and you close your legs together, attempting to alleviate the itch but you gasp when his strong hands pry them open.

Frank breaks the kiss as you gasp, his dark brown eyes staring at you with heat and intensity.

"On your back, doll." You obey instantly at the request.

Laying on your back, you look up at Frank as he looks at you. He takes a moment before his hands go to your cotton shorts, strong fingers hooking into the band before sliding them down. Goosebumps erect all along your thighs as you're left completely bare. He raises an eyebrow.

"You hate wearing panties around me, don't you?" He asks and you shrug.

"I might've anticipated this happening." You admit and he chuckles. He says nothing at first, simply parting your thighs to see your soaking folds. His pupils dilate as a soft groan erupts in the back of his throat. Your pretty pussy shiny with arousal and Frank wants to fuck it right then and there. He looks up at you, seeing your eyes hooded with seduction. His cock twitches at the sight and his finger finds itself deep within your cunt.

Frank pumps a second finger in and you mewl, biting your lip as you throw your legs open wider. Your puffy clit opens up to him, standing at attention and begging for him to suck on it. He licks his lips before sinking to his knees.

"Frank!" You cry when his lips wrap around your clit. He suckles on it brutally, tongue flickering hot against it as you arch your back. You moan, a desperate hand coming to his head of curls before gripping hard. He hisses but sucks on your clit even harder.

Your hips start moving on their own accord, winding and grinding along his eager mouth. He's focused and when he adds a third finger, stretching you out, you whine. Your back arches off the bed.

“Taste so good, sweetheart. I gotta have a taste before I put a baby in you.” Frank says against your cunt and you moan, fingers clutching his curls even harder.

"Baby, please." You beg as the tip of Frank's tongue circles your swollen clit. He tongue laps at it messily, spit coating your clit before taking it back in his mouth. Frank messily suckles as he steadily sinks his thick fingers in your soaked cunt. The tips of his fingers curling deep in that spot that earns the most moans out of you.

"Smell so fuckin' good sweetheart," Frank damn near moans against your pussy, "can live between these legs forever." He continues worshipping you between your thighs, licking and sucking on you like a man starved. And you encourage him, pressing his head deeper against you because you couldn't get enough of the way his tongue traced the intricate curves of your folds.

“Frank.” You sigh and he groans at the sound. He kisses your clit before crawling up your frame. His fingers leave, making you feel empty but when Frank rubs his tip up and down your folds your insides shiver.

“Feel that, sweetheart? Feel how eager I am to put a baby in you?” He asks and you nod as he stares down at you. When his tip meets your clit the two of you moan, the sensation driving you both crazy.

“Want your cock in me now, Frankie.” You plead, reaching down with your hand to grab his wrist. He chuckles softly as you try to guide him inside of you.

“Easy easy,” Frank says and you frown, moving your hand from his wrist and allowing him to take control, “I hear you sweetheart, Frankie’s got ya.” He says taking his free hand to lace it with yours. He crawls on top of you, the heat from his body wafting as he shortens the distance between you two. His eyes bore into yours, staring at you as thoughts swim of how beautiful you look beneath him like this. Hair fawned out all sides of you, lips parted as shallow breaths escaped, and your expression so angelic and submissive as you wait for him to make a move.

“Mmph—Frank!” You sigh when he finally pushes into you. The head slipping past your folds and burying itself in the deep parts of you. Frank groans, feeling the way he fits so snug inside you. He rocks his hips softly at first, easing his tip out before sliding back in with the help of your slick. Soft explicit sounds of your wet cunt and his balls slapping against the curve of your rear accompany one another. Then, when Frank picks up the pace you start moaning louder.

“Shit sweetheart you feel so good.” Frank praises, snapping his hips erratically. A high pitched whine escapes your throat, whimpering as his cock nudges that spot deep within you. His hand rests at your throat, fingers splaying up your cheek as he holds your face. You share intense eye contact with him as he keeps his grip on you steady, not letting you turn your head to look anywhere else.

"Frank." You whimper out and he raises an eyebrow.

"Talk to me, doll, what's the matter? Tell me and Frankie'll make it better huh?" He says, still thrusting into you and you cry.

"Want you deeper." You tell him, hitching your legs up higher and Frank catches the hint. He lets go of your neck, grabbing onto your ankles and placing them on his shoulders.

The new position, mating press, opens you up wider and Frank's cock plunges deeper inside you. You cry, feeling every inch of him stretching you out with the new position. Your puffy clit feels the sensation of Frank's course pelvic hairs rubbing against it and you mewl at the added pleasure.

"This how you want it? Folded in half up under me, sweetheart?" Frank teases and you nod, feeling him pick up the pace as he thrusts faster and deeper.

"Yes, you feel s'good, Frankie." You praise, whimpering underneath of him. Your hand comes up to his face, cradling it as you bring his mouth down to yours. Frank grunts, pressing his lips against yours. The two of you makeout nastily, tongues coming out to play as saliva swaps between you two. The taste of Frank drives you wild and you keep diving back in for more. The same could be said of Frank, losing himself every time your tongue came out to dance with his.

You eventually come up for air when Frank snaps his hips harder. You cry out, biting your lip and whimpering as you look down. His thick cock pistoning between your soaked folds that drip with arousal that coats him with a creamy ring. You whimper again at the sight before looking back up at Frank. His wild brown eyes trained on you to look for any signs of discomfort. Shared contact is held and Frank's hand finds your face once more.

His thrusts continue as he takes in the look of you drunk off of him. Your eyebrows furrowed and lips permanently open as whines and whimpers escape from you. He knows this position left you speechless, only saying nonverbal words and his name. Each time he thrust back into you a broken whine fell from you and its one of his favorite things to hear.

“Taking me so good sweetheart, s’good s’tight you really want me to put a baby in here?” Frank taunts, still spliting you open and you nod eagerly. The thought of him cumming inside you, leaving you leaking and possibly forming a life inside you caused a shiver to erupt throughout your body.

“Yes, Frankie please put a baby in me.” You babble, tears forming in the brim of your eyes and Frank flicks them away tenderly as they fall.

“My sweet little wife wants a baby,” he thrusts, “our baby,” he continues, “well i’ll fuckin’ do it sweetheart. Want me to make you a mommy so bad huh?” Frank’s words leaves your head swimming with pleasure. His filthy comments only make your body tingle with the pending orgasm that continues to creep closer and closer to you. Your nipples are hard, your thighs are shaking, and your clit is just aching and throbbing at all the sensations Frank gives you.

“Make me a mommy please, Frankie.” You manage to choke out and he grunts. He draws his hips out slowly, slowing down his erratic thrusts before slamming back in at once, not letting your cunt adjust. You scream, hands flying to his back as your nails make home upon his skin.

“Frank!” You cry, eyes shutting and more tears spilling as he repeats the same thrust again. Easing out slowly to slam back in you deep.

“Gonna make sure you take every drop of my cum,” Frank says, “can’t let any of it go to waste you hear me?” And you nod frantically in response.

“Mmmphh, baby yes yes yes." You chant, "want you to cum inside me Frankie." The words cause Frank to hiss, fighting from cuming inside you right then and there. He's close, cock pulsing inside you as your cunt sucks him in, gripping him explicitly whenever he slams himself back in.

"I know you do," Frank hisses, "I feel your pussy tight around me, baby." Frank casts a look down, seeing the way your arousal continues to drip out of you. The sheet is drenched, soaked with your essence and a low growl vibrates in the depths of his throat.

"Frankie I'm close." You warn, feeling that knot in your core slowly unraveling. Frank knows it, hearing your breathing get heavier and your nails even start to break the skin on his back as you brace yourself.

"I know I know, sweetheart. Want you to be a good wife and come all over me." Frank praises and you moan. He's not far behind you, his grunts become more primal, rumbling deep within his chest as he's determined to make you come.

He picks up his pace, greedily slamming back into you quicker and not allowing you to recover. Silent screams start to fall from your mouth as you struggle to speak. His cock bullying you and your soaking cunt closer to euphoria.

"Frank!" You whine.

"Shit, sweetheart squeeze yourself around me f'me okay?" Frank commands, wanting to feel your cunt even tighter around him. Not only was the pleasure for him, but also for you. You obey, tightening yourself around him when he bullies himself back in and both of you moan.

"Fuck." You cry.

"Atta girl, that's my fucking girl. Do it again." He slides back out and when he thrusts himself back in you do it again. He doubles over, hissing and you become overwhelmed with pleasure. That knot is pulling, pulling, and pulling and suddenly a pulse shoots through your core, tingling your clit as your toes curl.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, Frank!" You sob, tears falling out of your eyes as you shut them tight. Your back arches off the bed, nails pressing further into his back as you surrender to your orgasm. Your cunt squeezes before gushing all around Frank, wetting his cock as your walls flutter and spasm around him. He can't fight it anymore, and his mouth grows slack before a loud groan comes from his mouth.

"Fuck, shit." Frank cums in thick ropes inside you as he pumps you full. He ruts in you deep as he milks himself of every drop inside you. You're shivering, whimpering while you hold onto him as he continues to cum inside.

Frank gradually ceases his thrusts, protective body shielding yours as you continue to hold onto him. His eyes take in your body as you slowly open your eyes.

You stare back at him, eyelids hooded with post ecstasy bliss. A soft lopsided grin is plastered across your face as you stare up at your husband. Your fingers leave his back to play with those curls once again that fall in his face for the second time today.

“Feelin' okay, sweetheart?” He asks and you nod, smile stretching harder because this man who just fucked you to oblivion and back spoke so softly as if you were the most fragile thing. It's an alluring side to see, this man who could kill a man with his bare hands used those same hands to caress soft circles into your skin. Hand back on your cheek, thumb tracing circles along your cheekbone as you come down from your orgasm.

"I feel perfect, Frank," you assure him, "what about you?"

"Peachy, doll." He says as you're bringing a hand to his neck to bring him down to you. He obliges, meeting you halfway with a kiss. It's soft, gentle and tender as if you two were reaffirming your love for one another. Another kiss is shared before you two pull away. Another gentle caress to your cheekbone before he speaks.

"Lets get you cleaned up, huh?" You agree instantly.

Frank, now soft, slides out of you but both of you sigh at the loss. Frank leaves to grab a wet towel and you curiously eye between your legs. And sure enough, the inside of your thighs are dripping with a mixture of you and Frank's cum. A satisfied feeling blooms within your chest and you see even more cum leaking out of your folds. And that's when you realized you need to have more baby making sex with Frank often.

Deep in your thoughts, Frank comes back seeing you stare at the mess and he raises an eyebrow.

"You feel alright?" He asks, wet towel in hand ready to wipe you off but worried something is wrong.

But when you look up at him, eyes swimming with contentment and that gentle lip bite you do when you're feeling shy about something, he knows what you're thinking.

You love seeing his cum drip out of you.

"Never better." You finally reply and Frank chuckles. He kneels in front of you, parting your legs before beginning to wipe you down.

"You're somethin', bunny." Is all he says and you hum. You lay back down, letting Frank clean you up like the spoiled wife you are.

And when he finishes, he scoops you up off the bed, carrying you bridal style to the bath he apparently ran while you were so deep in thought.

And after the bath, you two are wrapped up together in freshly changed sheets. Your head on his broad chest along with your hand that wears your wedding band and ring. Frank watches it catch the moonlight, the diamond sparkling and he grabs ahold of your hand with his. You swoon as you feel him bring your knuckles up to his lips, kissing them softly.

"Would do anything for you, you know that?" His gruff voices breaks the silence and you look up at him, chin resting on his chest.

"I do, Frankie," you say, "including giving me a baby." You say and you watch a genuine smile stretch across his face. It's not often he smiles so wide like this but when he does you feel a cage of butterflies set free in your stomach every time.

"'specially giving you a baby sweetheart." Frank says and you hum, kissing the skin where your chin had rested.

"Again tomorrow?" You ask when you lay your cheek against him again. He laughs, the sound rumbling deep in your ears. He leans down, kissing the top of your head before replying.

"And the day after. Until you get a positive test." Frank promises you and you smile. You settle your face deeper into his warm skin before sleep took a hold of you. When you're snoring gently, Frank finds comfort and finds himself drifting off too.

But little did you both know.

This one session was all you needed

And new life began to flutter and stir within you . . .

→📄 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

©𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞

[devilsmaniac]

I’m gonna tattoo @rivstiglione in my forehead guys!!!!!!!!

(I’ve been needing it sooooooooo bad!!!!!

[rivstiglione]

you’re so sweet haha thank you so much! 💕 @devilsmaniac

[rivstiglione]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐅.𝐂 — ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.🧸ྀི

── .✦ Note: back again with husband!frank due to a request and also we love husband!frank here. my baby fever has been through the rooooff so heres a fic.

── .✦ Tags: pictures are not mine! 18+, neva a beta so subject to editing! husband!frank, fem!reader (has v), established relationship, mentions of pregnancy, soft domesticity !!!, once again black reader in mind but anyone can read fr, pet names (doll, sweetheart, bunny), dirty talk (frank be running that mouf), oral (fem receiving), missionary, mating press, creampie, aftercare, slight pregnant reader at the end

── .✦ word count: 4.1k

minors do not interact

It wasn’t planned at all.

But Frank couldn’t help it tonight, especially after sharing your dream.

He came home like normal, a long day of doing construction and avoiding his jackasses of coworkers. He pulled up to the brownstone you two had outside the city in a quiet suburb. Tiredness ached at his eyes and he rubbed a hand through his grown out curls before reaching the door. Unlocking it, he steps inside and is immediately greeted by aromatic spices in the air. A telltale sign you were cooking and his heart flutters with warmth instantly.

Soft R&B music plays from the kitchen, accompanied by pots and pans moving about. He follows the sound, quietly walking along the floor in an effort not to alert you. He's about to round the corner when he hears you humming, singing softly along to the song that plays and his heart seizes even more. Frank turns the corner and sees you and his jaw slackens with awe as he takes you in.

Your back is to him as you focus on the stove that's in front of you. You're adorned in a simple tank top and shorts set, but the outfit feels anything but simple to Frank. Your legs are on display and even a tiny sliver of your skin shows in the clothing break between the top and bottom. Frank's lip twitches when he realizes you aren't wearing a bra either. His eyes go back down to your rear, a gentle sway of your hips occurring as you stir what you're cooking. You're lost in your own domestic world as Frank stares at you with admiration. His beautiful wife who causes him to pause even when you're doing the most mundane things.

Sensing you were not alone and Frank snuck in, you cast a gaze over your shoulder to see him staring at you. Your eyes widen, not expecting to see your husband just staring at you but you give him a soft grin that seems to release him from his trance.

"Frankie." You say and he smiles softly. He walks over, throwing his keys onto the counter with his hands outstretched to you. They find the curve of your waist and you lean back against him. He places a kiss on your temple.

"Hey, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't," you assure, looking down at the stew, "when did you get in?"

"Just now," he says, pressing his lips against your temple again, "missed you today." Frank admits and you turn off the stove before turning around to face him. You give him a soft pout, looking up at him before teasing his curls out of his face.

"I missed you too," you admit, "you were gone when I woke up this morning." another pout forms across your face and he fights the urge to kiss it away.

"You looked so peaceful this morning I couldn't possibly wake you, doll." He answers and you hum.

"What a romantic you are."

"Better than any of those damn romance novels you be readin'." Frank picks at you and you roll your eyes.

"Got jokes today huh, Mr. Castle?" You banter back and Frank chuckles.

"Yeah, I do, Mrs. Castle." Frank says and you swoon at your official title. Your eyes flicker to his lips and you stretch up, puckering your lips. Frank meets you halfway, pecking you softly and you smile. You reach for another and he happily obliges.

"Dinner's done. Are you hungry?" You ask and he nods.

"Starvin'."

You two move in a comfortable silence as you plate the food and Frank washes his hands. Frank's stomach growls the moment you set his bowl down in front of him and he thanks you with a kiss. You settle across from him and the two of you start digging in.

“How was your day today?” You ask him after a few moments of silence. Frank looks up at you, mouthful of stew before swallowing.

“Same ole, same ole, how about you sweetheart?” He asks and you hum.

“Good! I did some errands, some cleaning, I went to the grocery store to get that beer you like…” You ramble off all the things you did today, animatedly talking with your hands as you do and Frank stares at you fondly. He even puts his spoon down at one point to give you his full attention, humming and adding a comment here and there when necessary. Its moments like these Frank adores more than anything.

Just a simple dinner with his beautiful wife over an amazingly cooked food.

But then the atmosphere shifts when you mention something bashfully.

“Then I also had a dream while I was napping.” You say and your tone of shyness catches Frank’s attention. He raises an eyebrow, expecting you to go on but all you do is bite your lip.

“Oh yeah,” you nod, “what was the dream, doll?” Frank asks, awaiting your answer because he couldn’t imagine what would have you this shy. His outspoken wife who's never afraid to put him in his place is this shy?

You take a deep breath before looking at your husband in his eyes.

“I had a dream I had your baby, Frank.” You say and Frank’s eyes drop to your stomach thats blocked by the table. He looks back at you, trying to gauge what you were trying to say to him.

“My baby, huh?” He asks and you nod. Your cheeks are so hot as you feel his steady gaze on you. You can't quite read what's going on in Frank's head so you nervously continue.

"Yeah. She was so cute and so small," you ramble, "i was filled with so much love and I remember seeing your face and how excited you were and then I woke up." You frown, distress forming across your face unintentionally. You didn't mean to show how disappointed you were that you woke up with an empty womb and no baby to be heard, but you did and that did not go unnoticed with Frank.

"A girl?" Frank asks, suddenly picturing a baby girl nursing off of you, milk drunk and gurgling at him. A heavy feeling seizes Frank's chest, right where his heart is as you nod.

"A beautiful baby girl." You confirm.

"Do you want that, sweetheart?" Frank asks, watching your expression turn bashful once again. You look down at your stew briefly, chewing on your bottom lip before he calls out to you again.

"Baby?" He calls gently.

"Yes." You say, and he's not sure if you're answering or confirming.

"Yes?" He asks, hand reaching out to grab yours. You smile, looking at your joined hands before looking back at him.

"Yes." You confirm, and Frank knows you want a baby.

"Then lets not keep you waiting, huh?"

You two feverishly make out in the bedroom after abandoning dinner on the table. Frank eventually excuses himself from you, heading to the bathroom to take a shower before committing to his promise.

"Then lets not keep you waiting, huh?"

The sentence echoes in your head as you bite your lip. Your core tingles, fluttering as you listen to the water running in the bathroom. Thighs become slicker with your arousal as you anticipate what Frank was going to do to you. The look on his face when you told him about your baby dream was seared into your brain. That look of awe yet primal lust left you clenching your thighs together since dinner.

And this pathetic excuse of clothing you wore for him was doing a terrible job of disguising it.

You felt hot, anxious as the water cut off before you knew it. You look towards the bathroom, eyes waiting for the door to open from the ensuite.

And when it does, Frank is wearing nothing but a towel. He walks over to you, steam wafting off his skin as he looks down at you. You look up at him with soft eyes.

"You wanna carry my baby, sweetheart?" He asks and you nod. His hand comes to your cheek, caressing it as you look at him with soft eyes.

"More than anything, Frankie." You assure him, hands grabbing at his towel and he lets you undo it. His cock springs free, hard and threatening to leak precum at any second.

"Let me give you one then, bunny." He says before he starts to fulfill his promise.

He starts by reaching down to kiss you harshly, a force that's full of passion of lust. You start to take your cami off but Frank is faster. He quickly breaks the kiss before sliding the cami off of you with a single motion. Before you can say anything he dives back in, sucking on your bottom lip and causing you to gasp. The kisses igniting a fire within you and you feel the heat spreading from your chest to between your legs. A gentle buzz occurs between and you close your legs together, attempting to alleviate the itch but you gasp when his strong hands pry them open.

Frank breaks the kiss as you gasp, his dark brown eyes staring at you with heat and intensity.

"On your back, doll." You obey instantly at the request.

Laying on your back, you look up at Frank as he looks at you. He takes a moment before his hands go to your cotton shorts, strong fingers hooking into the band before sliding them down. Goosebumps erect all along your thighs as you're left completely bare. He raises an eyebrow.

"You hate wearing panties around me, don't you?" He asks and you shrug.

"I might've anticipated this happening." You admit and he chuckles. He says nothing at first, simply parting your thighs to see your soaking folds. His pupils dilate as a soft groan erupts in the back of his throat. Your pretty pussy shiny with arousal and Frank wants to fuck it right then and there. He looks up at you, seeing your eyes hooded with seduction. His cock twitches at the sight and his finger finds itself deep within your cunt.

Frank pumps a second finger in and you mewl, biting your lip as you throw your legs open wider. Your puffy clit opens up to him, standing at attention and begging for him to suck on it. He licks his lips before sinking to his knees.

"Frank!" You cry when his lips wrap around your clit. He suckles on it brutally, tongue flickering hot against it as you arch your back. You moan, a desperate hand coming to his head of curls before gripping hard. He hisses but sucks on your clit even harder.

Your hips start moving on their own accord, winding and grinding along his eager mouth. He's focused and when he adds a third finger, stretching you out, you whine. Your back arches off the bed.

“Taste so good, sweetheart. I gotta have a taste before I put a baby in you.” Frank says against your cunt and you moan, fingers clutching his curls even harder.

"Baby, please." You beg as the tip of Frank's tongue circles your swollen clit. He tongue laps at it messily, spit coating your clit before taking it back in his mouth. Frank messily suckles as he steadily sinks his thick fingers in your soaked cunt. The tips of his fingers curling deep in that spot that earns the most moans out of you.

"Smell so fuckin' good sweetheart," Frank damn near moans against your pussy, "can live between these legs forever." He continues worshipping you between your thighs, licking and sucking on you like a man starved. And you encourage him, pressing his head deeper against you because you couldn't get enough of the way his tongue traced the intricate curves of your folds.

“Frank.” You sigh and he groans at the sound. He kisses your clit before crawling up your frame. His fingers leave, making you feel empty but when Frank rubs his tip up and down your folds your insides shiver.

“Feel that, sweetheart? Feel how eager I am to put a baby in you?” He asks and you nod as he stares down at you. When his tip meets your clit the two of you moan, the sensation driving you both crazy.

“Want your cock in me now, Frankie.” You plead, reaching down with your hand to grab his wrist. He chuckles softly as you try to guide him inside of you.

“Easy easy,” Frank says and you frown, moving your hand from his wrist and allowing him to take control, “I hear you sweetheart, Frankie’s got ya.” He says taking his free hand to lace it with yours. He crawls on top of you, the heat from his body wafting as he shortens the distance between you two. His eyes bore into yours, staring at you as thoughts swim of how beautiful you look beneath him like this. Hair fawned out all sides of you, lips parted as shallow breaths escaped, and your expression so angelic and submissive as you wait for him to make a move.

“Mmph—Frank!” You sigh when he finally pushes into you. The head slipping past your folds and burying itself in the deep parts of you. Frank groans, feeling the way he fits so snug inside you. He rocks his hips softly at first, easing his tip out before sliding back in with the help of your slick. Soft explicit sounds of your wet cunt and his balls slapping against the curve of your rear accompany one another. Then, when Frank picks up the pace you start moaning louder.

“Shit sweetheart you feel so good.” Frank praises, snapping his hips erratically. A high pitched whine escapes your throat, whimpering as his cock nudges that spot deep within you. His hand rests at your throat, fingers splaying up your cheek as he holds your face. You share intense eye contact with him as he keeps his grip on you steady, not letting you turn your head to look anywhere else.

"Frank." You whimper out and he raises an eyebrow.

"Talk to me, doll, what's the matter? Tell me and Frankie'll make it better huh?" He says, still thrusting into you and you cry.

"Want you deeper." You tell him, hitching your legs up higher and Frank catches the hint. He lets go of your neck, grabbing onto your ankles and placing them on his shoulders.

The new position, mating press, opens you up wider and Frank's cock plunges deeper inside you. You cry, feeling every inch of him stretching you out with the new position. Your puffy clit feels the sensation of Frank's course pelvic hairs rubbing against it and you mewl at the added pleasure.

"This how you want it? Folded in half up under me, sweetheart?" Frank teases and you nod, feeling him pick up the pace as he thrusts faster and deeper.

"Yes, you feel s'good, Frankie." You praise, whimpering underneath of him. Your hand comes up to his face, cradling it as you bring his mouth down to yours. Frank grunts, pressing his lips against yours. The two of you makeout nastily, tongues coming out to play as saliva swaps between you two. The taste of Frank drives you wild and you keep diving back in for more. The same could be said of Frank, losing himself every time your tongue came out to dance with his.

You eventually come up for air when Frank snaps his hips harder. You cry out, biting your lip and whimpering as you look down. His thick cock pistoning between your soaked folds that drip with arousal that coats him with a creamy ring. You whimper again at the sight before looking back up at Frank. His wild brown eyes trained on you to look for any signs of discomfort. Shared contact is held and Frank's hand finds your face once more.

His thrusts continue as he takes in the look of you drunk off of him. Your eyebrows furrowed and lips permanently open as whines and whimpers escape from you. He knows this position left you speechless, only saying nonverbal words and his name. Each time he thrust back into you a broken whine fell from you and its one of his favorite things to hear.

“Taking me so good sweetheart, s’good s’tight you really want me to put a baby in here?” Frank taunts, still spliting you open and you nod eagerly. The thought of him cumming inside you, leaving you leaking and possibly forming a life inside you caused a shiver to erupt throughout your body.

“Yes, Frankie please put a baby in me.” You babble, tears forming in the brim of your eyes and Frank flicks them away tenderly as they fall.

“My sweet little wife wants a baby,” he thrusts, “our baby,” he continues, “well i’ll fuckin’ do it sweetheart. Want me to make you a mommy so bad huh?” Frank’s words leaves your head swimming with pleasure. His filthy comments only make your body tingle with the pending orgasm that continues to creep closer and closer to you. Your nipples are hard, your thighs are shaking, and your clit is just aching and throbbing at all the sensations Frank gives you.

“Make me a mommy please, Frankie.” You manage to choke out and he grunts. He draws his hips out slowly, slowing down his erratic thrusts before slamming back in at once, not letting your cunt adjust. You scream, hands flying to his back as your nails make home upon his skin.

“Frank!” You cry, eyes shutting and more tears spilling as he repeats the same thrust again. Easing out slowly to slam back in you deep.

“Gonna make sure you take every drop of my cum,” Frank says, “can’t let any of it go to waste you hear me?” And you nod frantically in response.

“Mmmphh, baby yes yes yes." You chant, "want you to cum inside me Frankie." The words cause Frank to hiss, fighting from cuming inside you right then and there. He's close, cock pulsing inside you as your cunt sucks him in, gripping him explicitly whenever he slams himself back in.

"I know you do," Frank hisses, "I feel your pussy tight around me, baby." Frank casts a look down, seeing the way your arousal continues to drip out of you. The sheet is drenched, soaked with your essence and a low growl vibrates in the depths of his throat.

"Frankie I'm close." You warn, feeling that knot in your core slowly unraveling. Frank knows it, hearing your breathing get heavier and your nails even start to break the skin on his back as you brace yourself.

"I know I know, sweetheart. Want you to be a good wife and come all over me." Frank praises and you moan. He's not far behind you, his grunts become more primal, rumbling deep within his chest as he's determined to make you come.

He picks up his pace, greedily slamming back into you quicker and not allowing you to recover. Silent screams start to fall from your mouth as you struggle to speak. His cock bullying you and your soaking cunt closer to euphoria.

"Frank!" You whine.

"Shit, sweetheart squeeze yourself around me f'me okay?" Frank commands, wanting to feel your cunt even tighter around him. Not only was the pleasure for him, but also for you. You obey, tightening yourself around him when he bullies himself back in and both of you moan.

"Fuck." You cry.

"Atta girl, that's my fucking girl. Do it again." He slides back out and when he thrusts himself back in you do it again. He doubles over, hissing and you become overwhelmed with pleasure. That knot is pulling, pulling, and pulling and suddenly a pulse shoots through your core, tingling your clit as your toes curl.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, Frank!" You sob, tears falling out of your eyes as you shut them tight. Your back arches off the bed, nails pressing further into his back as you surrender to your orgasm. Your cunt squeezes before gushing all around Frank, wetting his cock as your walls flutter and spasm around him. He can't fight it anymore, and his mouth grows slack before a loud groan comes from his mouth.

"Fuck, shit." Frank cums in thick ropes inside you as he pumps you full. He ruts in you deep as he milks himself of every drop inside you. You're shivering, whimpering while you hold onto him as he continues to cum inside.

Frank gradually ceases his thrusts, protective body shielding yours as you continue to hold onto him. His eyes take in your body as you slowly open your eyes.

You stare back at him, eyelids hooded with post ecstasy bliss. A soft lopsided grin is plastered across your face as you stare up at your husband. Your fingers leave his back to play with those curls once again that fall in his face for the second time today.

“Feelin' okay, sweetheart?” He asks and you nod, smile stretching harder because this man who just fucked you to oblivion and back spoke so softly as if you were the most fragile thing. It's an alluring side to see, this man who could kill a man with his bare hands used those same hands to caress soft circles into your skin. Hand back on your cheek, thumb tracing circles along your cheekbone as you come down from your orgasm.

"I feel perfect, Frank," you assure him, "what about you?"

"Peachy, doll." He says as you're bringing a hand to his neck to bring him down to you. He obliges, meeting you halfway with a kiss. It's soft, gentle and tender as if you two were reaffirming your love for one another. Another kiss is shared before you two pull away. Another gentle caress to your cheekbone before he speaks.

"Lets get you cleaned up, huh?" You agree instantly.

Frank, now soft, slides out of you but both of you sigh at the loss. Frank leaves to grab a wet towel and you curiously eye between your legs. And sure enough, the inside of your thighs are dripping with a mixture of you and Frank's cum. A satisfied feeling blooms within your chest and you see even more cum leaking out of your folds. And that's when you realized you need to have more baby making sex with Frank often.

Deep in your thoughts, Frank comes back seeing you stare at the mess and he raises an eyebrow.

"You feel alright?" He asks, wet towel in hand ready to wipe you off but worried something is wrong.

But when you look up at him, eyes swimming with contentment and that gentle lip bite you do when you're feeling shy about something, he knows what you're thinking.

You love seeing his cum drip out of you.

"Never better." You finally reply and Frank chuckles. He kneels in front of you, parting your legs before beginning to wipe you down.

"You're somethin', bunny." Is all he says and you hum. You lay back down, letting Frank clean you up like the spoiled wife you are.

And when he finishes, he scoops you up off the bed, carrying you bridal style to the bath he apparently ran while you were so deep in thought.

And after the bath, you two are wrapped up together in freshly changed sheets. Your head on his broad chest along with your hand that wears your wedding band and ring. Frank watches it catch the moonlight, the diamond sparkling and he grabs ahold of your hand with his. You swoon as you feel him bring your knuckles up to his lips, kissing them softly.

"Would do anything for you, you know that?" His gruff voices breaks the silence and you look up at him, chin resting on his chest.

"I do, Frankie," you say, "including giving me a baby." You say and you watch a genuine smile stretch across his face. It's not often he smiles so wide like this but when he does you feel a cage of butterflies set free in your stomach every time.

"'specially giving you a baby sweetheart." Frank says and you hum, kissing the skin where your chin had rested.

"Again tomorrow?" You ask when you lay your cheek against him again. He laughs, the sound rumbling deep in your ears. He leans down, kissing the top of your head before replying.

"And the day after. Until you get a positive test." Frank promises you and you smile. You settle your face deeper into his warm skin before sleep took a hold of you. When you're snoring gently, Frank finds comfort and finds himself drifting off too.

But little did you both know.

This one session was all you needed

And new life began to flutter and stir within you . . .

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