imagine supporting jon bernthal when he's a zionist and domestic abuser apologist 🥴
I have chosen, in this one singular minuscule iota of my life, to simply let myself fucking enjoy something. It’s as simple as that for me. I have a small platform that does not generate revenue nor does it ask people to spend money supporting him or the state of Israel or anything else for that matter. I write smut sometimes. That’s it.
You have NO clue how I live my life and how I support the causes that matter to me. If this is a problem for you, I suggest you block me for the sake of your peace.
First off, I want to start off by saying that I personally haven't seen anything to show that Jon is a zionist. I am not here to comment on that. My issue is with the domestic abuse apologist part.
I listened to Jon's interview with Shia. I believe the point that there is not a lot of support for ex abusers was a valid one. I have been abused. I have known many people who have been abused. And I have known people who have abused others. How is anyone expected to grow and get better without help? Why is someone who is standing by their friend and taking responsibility to help them get on the right path anything other than admirable? Hurt people hurt people. Don't demonize someone for offering support. Nothing can grow without compassion. People can get better. But most can't do it alone. If you don't like Jon for it, fine. But don't go around telling others about how they should feel about it.
It’s late when you turn up at Frank’s door. You don’t expect him to be home, he never is at this time. He’s usually out on patrol or on the hunt. You can tell he’s been sleeping when he opens the door. His dark hair is ruffled, his eyes a little blurry. He’s wearing a black vest that clings to his frame over grey sweatpants.
“Angel…” He murmurs as he opens the door to let you inside.
You have him up against the wall before he even closes it, your mouth is on his as his back impacts against the plaster. You’re a strong little thing, he forgets about that sometimes. He thinks it’s because it’s been a while since the two of you actually tussled.
He remembers the last time, the scrape of gravel across his face as your knee dug into his back. He’d been both pissed off and proud because the two of you had been sparring since the night Lou Beretti sent those thugs after you and you’d come a long way since then. Not a single person had got the drop on him throughout his tenure as The Punisher but then his scrappy little cop from Queens had pulled the rug out from underneath his feet and dumped him in the drunk tank for the night because he was ‘interfering’ with her investigation.
Now he stays out of your shit, and you stay out of his.
When you bite his lower lip, he moans into your mouth, his hips surging forward so that you can feel his hard cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. He switches positions, pinning you against the wall with his muscular form. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his breathing ragged as your hand encloses on his wrist guiding his large hand up so that his palm covers your throat.
“Do your worst.” You say, pressing down on his fingers, forcing them to dig into the soft underside of your throat. “Treat me like I’m your whore.”
He looks into your eyes, and he sees the intensity in your gaze. You get like this sometimes, when things have gotten dark, and you need to feel something. He’s been there, he knows what it’s like to feel hollowed out, numb. You need him to take care of you tonight, to fuck all of the thoughts right out of your head.
“Safe word?” He questions, his thumb tracing over the shape of your lips.
“Daisy.” You murmur and he smiles.
It’s the first flower he ever gave you.
His kisses are bruising, forceful. His tongue thrusting into your mouth as he tears the clothes away from your body. He pins you down on the bed, the heat from his naked flesh rolling over yours as he forces your legs apart with his thigh. Your wetness smears against the hard muscle and your back arches as you try to generate a little more friction against your clit.
“Can’t help yourself can you?” He mutters into your ear as he grips your jaw and tilt your head away from him baring your throat. “Need my cock that badly huh?”
You don’t respond and he doesn’t expect you to. When he’s with you he can’t help but run his mouth but that’s not what you need tonight. It’s not about the words, it’s about the physicality, the sensation. He isn’t gentle when he enters you, he does it with one firm stroke, filling you entirely and the noise you make, fuck he nearly comes right there and then.
It gets rough after that.
Your nails rake up his back, the sting of it intermingling with the ecstasy as he fucks you like you’re nothing to him, just a vessel for his own pleasure.
“Harder.” There’s a bite to your voice, a savageness. “Make me feel it.”
He raises to the challenge, his muscular arm wrapping around your waist, gripping you in place as he uses you like his personal fucktoy.
It’s brutal, violent. The slapping of skin resounds through the air, the sound mixing with your hitched breathing as he thrusts inside of you hard and deep.
“Feel that?” He mutters against your skin, his lips brushing over the teeth marks he’s left on your shoulder. “That’s what you do to me, drive me so fucking crazy I can’t control myself.”
You’re close, so close he can fucking taste it. It’s in the way that pretty cunt of yours clenches around his dick, the scrape of your teeth as you bite down on his shoulder hard enough to break the skin. You drag him over the edge with you, his release spilling into you as he grasps your hips, holding them flush against his own. He doesn’t stop, he fucks it deeper, marking his territory because you’re his, you’ll always be his and in that moment the animal in him needs you to know it.
“That’s it my angel, take it.” He murmurs, his palm coming to rest on the back of your neck as he holds you against him. “Take it all.”
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Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader (Matt Murdock has a tiny role too)
Summery: You’ve been casually sleeping with Frank for a while now, but you decide you need something more stable and go on a date with Matt (who you don’t know is Daredevil). Frank shows up on your date to show you who you belong to (maybe in a public bathroom 🙊) and to show Matt to back off 😈.
Warnings: Explicit (minors dni!!!), semi public, unprotected piv, oral (m receiving), little bit of praise kink (good girl, attagirl), little bit of degradation kink (slut, whore), dirty talk, tiny bit of exhibition kink, sort of cuckolding Matt. Think that’s it, feel free to let me know if I missed anything!
Author’s note: This idea was stuck in my head for so long and I finally finished it! I hope you guys like it. I would love to hear what you guys think, so reading notes will make me happy! And if you really like it, please reblog so others can enjoy as well. You’ll make my day and it’s completely freeee.
Disclaimer: English is not my first language ✌🏼
Masterlist
You’re sipping on your second beer while you chat and laugh with Matt. After working together for over a year now, he finally asked you out.
Matt is a good guy. He’s everything you should want in a man. Reliable, kind, not a murderer on the run for law enforcement that most people think is dead... You mentally kick yourself for thinking about Frank while on a date with Matt. There’s no future with Frank. You shouldn’t want him. You need someone more stable in your life, someone like Matt.
“You okey?” Matt asks sensing your mind is elsewhere.
“Eh.. Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry. You were saying?” You ask, shaking your head as if you’re shaking the thoughts of Frank from your brain.
“That this new client is really gonna make a difference for Nelson and Murdock..” He continues talking, but your mind drifts again while you look around the cozy, dark bar at all the people who decided to get drinks tonight. There’s a few couples, a group of co workers who look like came straight from their office jobs, a few middle aged men at the bar that you feel safe to assume are regulars and then your heart stops for a second as you see him.
Frank Castle is sitting at a table by the window, sipping on a beer. Your eyes widen when you make eye contact and he nods at you as a way of saying hello. You wave back almost nervously. How is he out here in public?
“Want another beer?” Matt asks, bringing your attention back to him.
“Eh, y-yeah, thanks.” You say. You’re so glad that your date is blind and didn’t see your interaction with the criminal he told you to watch out for.
What you don’t know is that Matt has already sensed Frank from the moment he entered the bar. He has been noticing his smell on you for the past months as well and it doesn’t sit right with him. It’s part of the reason he asked you out tonight, to get your attention away from the other man.
You grab your phone while Matt orders your drinks and hold it up to Frank to show that you’re gonna text him.
You: What are you doing here? What if anyone recognizes you?
Frank: Don’t you worry about me, sweetheart.
Frank: Saw you go in here with that lawyer guy..
You frown at your phone. Is he.. Jealous? It’s the first time you’re on a date since you started seeing him, but you didn’t think he would mind. It’s all been pretty casual between the two of you.
Frank: Looks like a date..
You look at him and he raises his eyebrows to urge you to answer him.
You: It is.. Matt is a good guy. He would be good for me. Reliable, available..
You look at him and see him scoff as he reads your text. You know it was a low blow. The only reason Frank is away most of the time, is to make the city a saver place.
Frank: Yeah? That what you want? A good Christian boy?
You: Yes.
You lie and Frank knows it. You should want a guy like Matt. Matt you could bring to Thanksgiving dinner with your parents and your mom would, for once, not be disappointed in you.. But you and Frank both know you like the danger and excitement of your little arrangement way too much. For months now, Frank comes to your apartment on a regular basis. You have amazingly intense and kinky sex and have the best conversations while eating takeout afterwards. Sometimes he stays the night and sometimes he leaves while you fall asleep, but either way you’re left alone until the next time he has a night to spare.
Frank: So full of shit.
Matt comes back with your drinks before you can write a reply, but you scowl at Frank.
“Thanks.” You say taking the drink from him and smiling extra brightly, to convince Frank you’re having fun.
“Sorry it took so long, was very busy at the bar.” He says, holding his glass up to toast with you.
“Oh don’t worry about it.” You say as you touch his glass with yours before you glance at your phone.
Frank: Did you let him fuck you?
You: Not yet..
You look over at him and he scoffs again as he reads your message
Frank: Think he can fuck you like I can?
You gasp when you read it and you see Matt frown. “Something wrong?” He asks.
“N-no.. Just need to go to the bathroom for a second.” You say. “Excuse me.”
You don’t go to the bathroom. You walk straight to Frank and sit down next to him. “What the hell, Frank.” You hiss.
He just looks at you. “Tell me.” He finally urges. “Think he’ll fuck you like I can? Cause I don’t think he can.”
“Oh please.” You scoff. “Think very highly of yourself, Castle. I think Matt will manage just fine.”
He laughs dryly. “Just fine, huh.” He says. “Think I do just fine? Well I remember that differently, sweetheart. I remember you begging, crying out my name, barely being able to walk..”
“Stop that, Frank.” You hiss through your teeth. “I’m trying to give this thing with Matt a chance. I need something more serious in my life than just some good dick every once in a while, okey.”
“Oh now I’m just some good dick, hm.” He chuckles through his nose and looks to the side before looking at you again and licking his lips. He places his hand on your bare thigh, right at the edge of your dress. “You look good. Got all dressed up for your little date, huh.”
Your breath hitches at his touch. And your stupid body reacts instantly to his. “Y-yes..” You say.
“Got something pretty underneath it too?” He asks, fingers toying with the hem of your dress.
You swallow thickly. “No..” You say honestly.
“No?” He asks in disbelieve, knowing what you have in your collection.
“No, I’m not wearing anything.” You say smiling teasingly. “Felt like doing something risky for my date.” You like to make him jealous. It feels good to know that he wants you and doesn’t want another man to touch you.
He growls a little. “You gonna let him get under this dress tonight?” He asks.
“I might..” You say.
He grips your thigh tightly and leans in so his mouth is at your ear. “Let me remind you first..” He says. “Of what you’ll be missing if you do that.” His lips connect to your neck and he slides the tip of his tongue over your pulse.
“Frank..” You whimper, you brain clouding over. Why does he have to have this effect on you?
“Bathroom.” He rasps. “Now.”
Your eyes widen and you look at Matt. He looks unfazed as he drinks his beer, his back towards you. You know this bathroom. It’s beat down, broken lights and mirrors, graffiti everywhere and it has multiple stalls, so there’s no way you can get away with this without anyone noticing. “I can’t, Frank..” You sigh.
“I said. Now.” He says. You almost moan at his demand and get up. “Attagirl..” He says as you walk toward the bathroom, your feet moving on their own accord.
You can sense him following you closely. He pushes you into the bathroom and slams you with your back against the door to barricade it before crashing his lips on yours.
He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him. Your dress hitches up to your hips and you moan in his mouth as he rolls his hips into your, basically bare, core. “Hmhmm.” He hums and he breaks the kiss. “That’s what you need, huh?”
“Frankie..” You whine a little, but you know he’s right. “But-“
“Shh shh shh.. No buts.” He says and lifts your dress up more so it bundles at your waist. You feel your naked folds against the rough material of his jeans and you moan loudly. He snakes one hand between your bodies and slides his fingers through your soaking slit. “Fuck..” He mutters to himself. “That for me or for lawyer guy out there?”
“Y-you, Frank.. You..” You say, your voice breathy, as he starts rubbing circles on your clit.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He grunts. “Pretending to be a good girl, but you’re just a little slut for me..”
“Frankie..” You moan, sounding desperate, but you know he’s right. “Please..”
“Hm? What’s that?” He rasps against your throat. As he presses on your clit harder.
“Oh fuck..” You pant. “Frank, p-please.. Need more..”
“Oh yeah? That slutty hole needs to be filled?” He asks. “Why don’t I get Murdock to do that for you, huh? ‘M sure he can help you out.”
“N-no!” You gasp and grab onto his shoulders desperately.. “Need you, Frank.. Need your cock.. P-please!”
He growls and mutters something under his breath while unbuttoning his pants. You can barely hear it but it sounds like. “Hear that, Red.” You frown but get pulled out of your thoughts by Frank slamming his cock inside you without warning.
“Oh my.. Fuck!!” You cry out, fingers digging into his shoulders. You keep forgetting how big he is.
He growls loudly. “That’s it, take it..” He says as he starts thrusting right away, not giving you any time to get used to the intrusion. “Tight fucking pussy.. So wet for me.”
There’s a knock on the bathroom door that you can barely register. “Taken!” Frank rasps loudly, giving you a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out loudly.
“Y-you’re so bad..” You whine. “T-they can hear us.” You add in a whisper.
“Let them..” He says. “Let them hear what a whore you are for this cock. That you let me steal you away from your date and fuck you in a public bathroom.. ‘S because you belong to me, hmm?”
“Frankie..” You whine.
“Right?” He growls through gritted teeth.
He’s never been this harsh, but you’ve also never been this aroused and you can feel your orgasm building up fast. When you don’t answer him, he pulls out. “Nooo, don’t stop!”
“Say it..” He growls and rubs the head of his cock against your clit.
“Ohhh.. I-I’m yours, Frankie! P-please!” You moan.
“That’s right. Mine.” He growls as he sinks back inside you.
Your eyes roll back in your head and he starts fucking you with deep, hard strokes. “I-I’m gonna cum..” You pant into his shoulder. “Please don’t stop..”
“Good girl, cum on my fucking cock.” He rasps, never losing his rhythm.
You cry out when you explode around him and immediately know that no man can ever top this. You’re addicted to Frank Castle, even with all the hassle that comes with him. “Fuckkkk!”
“That’s it, attagirl.. Can feel you squeezing me..” Frank talks you through it.
“Oh my god..” You pant as you come down from your high.
“Think I’ll send you back to your date with me dripping down your legs, hm, how ‘bout that?”
“Noo! Please don’t!” You chuckle.
“No?” He asks shaking his head with a smirk on his face. “Better get on your knees then.” He adds and he pulls out.
He lets you down and you quickly get on your knees. You don’t care about how dirty the floor is, you need this right now.
His cock, wet from your juices, glistens in the dimmed lighting as he holds it in front of your face. He’s rock hard, the veins are pulsing and his balls look heavy. He’s definitely close.
You ‘open up’ when he tells you to and he slides in as deep as he can until you gag. “That’s it.. Attagirl..” He mutters and he slowly starts thrusting into your welcoming mouth, one of his hands resting comfortably on the back of your head, the other pushing the door closed above you. “Look at me..” He orders and your eyes shoot up to his. “Gonna make sure that if that fucker tries to kiss you, that he knows you belong to another man. Cause this fucking mouth’s mine too, hear me?” He growls, speeding up his thrusts and making you gag again.
You make some sounds to agree with him, not being able to talk. “Fuck.. Gonna give you my cum.. Fill up that pretty mouth..” He groans loudly and his hips stutter while you feel his load land on the back of your tongue.
You gently suck his softening cock to get every last drop before letting him slip out and swallowing the proof.
“Fuck you..” You sigh as you rest your head back against the door.
He chuckles silently. “That good, hm?”
“Shut up..” You smile lazily.
“Still think he can give it to you like that?” He asks as he tucks himself back into his pants.
“No.. Don’t think anyone can, Frank..” You say honestly. “And I hate you for it. You ruined me..”
“Should have warned you for that.” He says smiling down at you smugly. “Gonna get up?”
“‘F you give me a hand.” You say and he helps you get up on your shaking legs.
“Fucking Frank.” You curse as you look in the mirror. Your hair is messy, your makeup messed up and your dress is all wrinkled.
He chuckles. “Go end this date, I’ll be waiting in your room for round two.” He says slapping your ass and leaving you in the bathroom to freshen up.
“Thank you for your patience.” You hear him say to someone on the other side of the door.
Your eyes widen and you pull your dress down just quick enough for two women around your age to walk in.
“‘M s-sorry..” You mutter without looking at them. They don’t say anything, just disappear into the stalls.
You quickly try to salvage what you can and hurry back to your table.
“I-I’m sorry, Matt.” You say sitting down.
“You okey? You were gone for a while.” He asks.
“Ehm.. N-no, I don’t feel so well. Think it’s best if I go home.” You say as you put on your jacket and grab your purse.
“You sure?” He asks, frowning a little, and you get the feeling the question is about more than just you going home.
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
“Shall I walk with you?”
“No, that’s okey. I’ll eh, I’ll see you tomorrow at the office.”
I think Frank also drags you off his cock to see how messed up your make up is, smiles, wipes a tear away them puts you back on
i had to take a moment to process this one because holy fuck-
add the mocking/conceding comments with it and this is pure gold. "lemme see that pretty face," he pulls you off and just beams. he's cooing, "you made such a mess, what am i gonna do with you?" his thumb runs underneath your eye, wiping away the tears and running mascara.
"you want more don't you?" you gasp for air and nod. a raspy and hoars "yes" escapes your throat, he brings you up to kiss him before he puts you back on. "fuck- that's my greedy girl"
Warnings: SMUT, reader uses gn!pronouns, a few uses of girl bc it's Frank ok?, reader is a brat, M/F M/M dynamics, fingering, oral (f&m), unprotected sex, dirty talk (let me know if something was missed)
Summary: Staking out a motel isn't as fun as it seems, but maybe it isn't all that bad.
A/N: HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY @honestly-shite I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!!! My apologies for this being late, but it needed to be done right for your special day. I adore you and writing this filth for you feels like the very least that I can do to show that 😘🥰💕
Also a huge huge thank you to @sergeantbannerbarnes who beta read this and was an absolute lifesaver when I got stuck with this! I couldn't have done this without them 💕
It’s been days now hiding out in this old musty motel. You feel like you’re losing your mind. You haven’t been this stagnant in years, forced to wait and see what shakes loose. If it weren’t so important, you probably would have left this room behind long ago and fought your way for answers. Unfortunately that’s a bad idea right now, as your two fellow companions keep reminding you of when you inevitably start getting antsy again.
You’re laying on one of the queen beds, back against the creaky headboard waiting for something to happen. You turned off the TV a while ago, irritated by the same ads playing over and over again. There was nothing good on anyway.
Frank is sitting at the small excuse for a table they put in this room, field stripping and cleaning his gun again. You’d complain more if you didn’t love watching the elegant way his fingers move around it. They carefully trace every angle, every contour of the weapon, making sure that every square inch is as spotless as the last. He’s meticulous, so absorbed in the meditative monotony of the task that he doesn’t even notice your staring. Din does.
Din always notices. It’s one of the things you love about him, his sharp eyes saving both of your asses on multiple occasions, but you hate when those same eyes are turned on you. He never misses a trick. For fuck’s sake, he noticed how into Frank you were before you realized it for yourself.
What’s worse is now that Din knows, he teases you relentlessly. Around Frank it's nothing overt, subtly pushing your buttons to see you get worked up until you break and drag him to the bathroom for relief. It seems to be Din's main source of entertainment while you're cooped up in this place. You can’t really blame him – lord knows there’s nothing else to do while you’re here.
When you're alone is when Din pulls out all the stops. His thick fingers pumping in and out of you, whispering filth in your ear about how he knows you wish Frank would fill you up while Din lays claim to your throat. You don’t have any deniability with the way your cunt clenches at the thought. You haven’t been able to look Frank in the eye since Din put the idea in your head days ago.
Sensing the shift in your mood from across the room, Din drops the curtain from where he was peeking behind it.
"See anything?" Frank asks, not looking up from his gun.
"Still nothing."
For a moment, you think Din is about to walk over to the bed and tease you, but then he decides to do something far worse. He heads towards the door.
"I'll be back. We need more food if we're going to be stuck here longer."
You know exactly what he's doing, the bastard. You don't miss any of his tricks either. Jumping up from the bed, you frantically look for your shoes wherever you kicked them off the other day. "I'm coming with you."
Din shakes his head. "Sorry mesh'la, too big of a risk. Stay here and keep Frank company."
You're glad Frank doesn't bother with looking up. If he did, he would have seen the bullshit teasing smile pulling at the corners of Din's lips despite his dry delivery giving nothing away. He slips out the door before any further argument can be had and you're left standing, still shoeless, in the middle of the room glaring at the door.
You glance over at Frank, who you catch watching you out of the corner of his eye. Now things just feel awkward. Your clear eagerness to be out of the room, your recent inability to look Frank in the eyes, much less hold a conversation with him – it's all too much.
Din's presence has been the only thing acting as a buffer. Now that he's gone you don't know what to do with yourself. Uncomfortable with the situation you and your renegade fantasies have helped to create you lean back on the only defense you know.
You plop down on the edge of the bed closest to Frank. Silence stretches on, only the strange ambient noises of the motel room and the slight squeak of fabric on metal as Frank scrubs the barrel of his gun to fill the air. It feels like a dam about to break.
"How many times are you gonna clean that thing? I thought after the first five times you did that it would be squeaky.”
Frank huffs and continues cleaning. You decide to poke the bear a bit more. “Seriously though, are you that bad at cleaning it or is it something else?”
Gently, Frank sets the gun down. You didn’t really expect him to give in so quickly. Din usually lasts considerably longer when you’re trying to get under his skin. Then again, Din knows it’s a game.
“What’s your deal, huh? You go days not lookin’ at me, hardly saying a word, and now what? You’re givin’ me shit for keeping myself occupied?”
You’re desperately trying to not focus on the spread of Frank’s legs or the thickness of his fingers laced together. You drag your eyes up to his face. He’s squaring you with a look you don’t care for. Sizing you up, trying to figure you out. It’s enough to keep you from becoming completely distracted by the gorgeous sharp angles of his face. So unlike the beautiful curves of your Mandalorian and yet still so inviting.
You continue to deflect. “You know, when we decided to team up with you I thought there would be a bit more punishing.”
“Is that it? Got your panties in a twist because you don’t like waiting a little bit?” he grunts. You try to ignore the dampness you feel pooling in your panties at his mere mention of them.
“My panties are not in a twist.”
“Nah, nah, that’s right,” Frank says, leaning back in his chair, thrusting his hips slightly to make himself comfortable. His thighs look particularly inviting in that position, the denim doing nothing to hide how thick and powerful they are. He runs his thumb over his bottom lip, eyes narrowing in that way they do when he’s irritated by something. “They’re in Din’s pocket aren’t they?”
Well shit. You didn’t see that coming. “Excuse me?”
“Listen, if the two of you are going to fuck in there again at least turn on the shower or something for me, yeah?” Frank asks, thumb jutting over towards the bathroom.
Your face burns at the thought of Frank hearing you, of what he could have heard. It’s not like you and Din have been coy about your bathroom activities, but you were at least trying to keep it down. You bit Din hard enough to bruise the other night in an effort to keep your noises contained. Apparently through cheap motel walls that’s not enough.
You’re about to give this up, stammer out some apology or something when you realize – Frank won’t look at you. It’s so unlike him, always staring his enemies down, always taking them head on. It gives him away.
“You know what? I think you’re jealous.”
Frank chuckles a dry, nearly humorless laugh. “Is that so, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, I think you are. I bet you wanted to press your ear up against that door and catch every little sound. Probably jacked off to the bits you managed to hear.”
Frank suddenly zeroes in on you, like he's placed you under a microscope. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Knowing that I was listening in?”
You balk, not expecting him to turn the tables on you so quickly. He hit the nail on the head and while you could lie to him outright words are failing you completely. You don't want to lie. You want to see what he'll do.
He keeps talking when you don't. “Yeah, I thought so. You’re terrible at playing things close to the chest, girl.” He looks smug, making you desperate to turn things back around on him. You’ve never been good at letting someone else have the upper hand.
Getting up from your perch on the bed, you scoff, stretching, making a show of it for Frank to watch. You know he is – his eyes are burning into your skin, greedy for the small strips that are revealed. "You know what, Frank?"
"Hmm?"
"You're right. I am terrible at it."
You climb into Frank's lap, inviting yourself directly into his space. He doesn't know what to do. His hands hover over your body, unsure of whether or not he should even touch. You can see the thoughts buzzing through his mind, completely thrown off by this sudden turn of events. You're more than a little proud to have caught him so off guard. It’s not often anyone gets one up on Frank Castle.
You lean in towards him, still curious to see what he might do. His eyes are searching yours, caught like a deer in headlights, until you break eye contact – dipping down to mouth along the column of his throat. Biting at his jugular, you feel his breath hitch, his large hands finally finding a place on your hips.
“What- uh- you can’t- Din-” His voice comes out like gravel, caught between pushing you further onto his lap or throwing you off.
“He said to keep you company.”
“I don’t think he meant like this, sweetheart."
You give an experimental roll of your hips against Frank. His hands squeeze hard, pulling you down against the growing bulge in his jeans despite his own reservations.
“You’d be surprised. With the way he talks about you, he might like you more than I do. He’s just too chicken shit to make the first move.”
You nip along Frank’s sharp jawline, crushing your body against him before capturing his lips with yours. You’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks, watching as Frank licks, thumbs, or bites his lips, and fuck does he deliver. It’s so different from kissing Din and no less exceptional.
Din always kisses you like it’s the last opportunity he’s going to get. Overwhelming, devouring in all the best ways. His tongue sliding across yours, sucking at your lip, never the first to pull away. Messy and raw, all the parts of himself that he usually likes to keep wrapped up and hidden away.
Frank kisses like it’s a dance. There’s a push and a pull, his mouth chasing yours while leading it somewhere new. You thought he might kiss like he fights – Harsh. Brutal. You were so far from the truth. All his hard edges smooth away, revealing something tender, something fucking romantic underneath it all.
You haven’t stopped rolling your hips, grinding down onto him. It feels like all too much and not nearly enough. Too many layers of fabric are preventing you from feeling him how you want to – the arms of the chair cutting uncomfortably into your legs as Frank takes up too much space in the small seat. It’s driving you crazy, so close to what you’ve wanted for too many long, drawn out days and unable to properly seek your satisfaction.
“Fuck, fuck, you gotta stop if you don’t want this to continue,” Frank groans beneath you.
You find the soft spot just beneath the corner of his jaw, sucking and biting at it until it starts to bloom a beautiful purple. “Do you think I’d start something I can’t finish?”
“That fuckin’ mouth of yours,” Frank mumbles, suddenly standing – lifting and tossing you backwards onto the nearest bed. “It’s gonna get you in trouble one day.”
You smile up at him, lips twisting into something wicked. “I was kind of hoping it already did.”
He chuckles, pulling his shirt over his head and giving you a show that makes your heart skip a beat. You've seen Frank in various states of undress at this point, but more often than not he's been torn up and bloody or you've felt the foolish need to avert your eyes. You can't believe you were ever stupid enough to do that. He’s gorgeous.
Frank isn’t as big as Din, you’re not sure anyone could be, but the man is cut. You suppose there is something to the mini-workout routine he does in the motel that drives you insane in more ways than one. Scars litter his torso, stories of fights and injuries past, but they don’t bother you. Both you and Din don’t look all that dissimilar, all of your histories spelled out on your skin. You can’t help but wonder if Frank will ever teach you how to read his.
Staring at him, you can feel your mouth go dry but you refuse to be outdone. You sit up, tearing off your shirt and sports bra in one go to make yourself evenly matched. It has the intended effect. Frank stops just shy of the bed, staring down at you with wide eyes.
"Are we just going to stare at each other all day or are you going to do something, Castle?" you tease.
"That’s it."
Frank is suddenly over top of you, pinning you to the bed under his large frame. You can't help the tiny squeal that escapes you at his quick movement, embarrassment at letting your mask slip heating you as much as your pooling arousal. As expected, it didn’t go unnoticed by Frank. You can’t say you’re fond of that commonality he shares with Din. You’ll never be able to get anything by the two of them.
Frank chuckles at you beneath him. “You like this, huh? Didn’t expect that from you.”
Stuck as you are, all you can do is look away and avoid eye contact. No witty reply is coming to mind and you can’t, can’t give him the satisfaction of caving so quickly. Frank’s hand wraps around your jaw, pulling you to look at him.
“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart, you asked for this.”
You want to be mad. You want to shove him off of you, tell him to fuck off, but he’s right and worse he knows it. There’s a glint in his eye telling you that he’s enjoying this as much as you are – inspiring you to not give up this fight just yet.
“Still waiting for you to do something, asshole.”
“Christ,” Frank growls, sinking down to reclaim your lips with his. His kiss isn't bruising but his hand nearly is, keeping you firmly in place. The contrast makes your head dizzy.
You can't help but gasp as Frank begins to work his way down your throat – small bites immediately soothed by the cushion of his lips. Spurred on, you buck your hips, desperate for more of his touch.
Frank chuckles, his hands making quick work of your pants. The excitement you feel at getting one step closer doesn't last long. Frank positions his thigh between your legs, but his hands are quick to hold your hips firmly in place.
"You- ass," you grunt as you fruitlessly try to grind down.
Frank doesn't even acknowledge your curse. Instead he keeps you in place, leaning down to mouth at your breasts. It's torture of the sweetest kind. You can't get enough of him, eager to place your hands anywhere you can get them on him, and greedy for more.
You're ready to start hitting and pushing at Frank, demanding more than this infuriatingly lethargic pace he decided to establish. You have no idea if he's trying to savor or punish you – maybe both. The motel room door opens just as your hand slips from Frank's shoulder.
Din isn’t carrying any grocery bags. Clearly he decided following through on his excuse to go get more food wasn't necessary. You're not really complaining. This way you might get some actual relief sooner rather than later.
Shutting the door, Din moves his hands to his hips, an amused smile playing on his lips. "I expected you two to be farther along."
Much to your disappointment, Din's appearance makes Frank move away from you and not closer. You glare at Din, knowing that he’s enjoying being a temporary cockblock. You’ve never been very good at delayed gratification. “Not helping."
Din's eyebrow arches at your comment and you know immediately that you've done nothing to help yourself. He sits down in the seat Frank was previously in, folding his hands in his lap. "Grab their hands, they like it when they can't touch."
Frank doesn't hesitate. In one fluid motion he's holding your wrists together in one hand, keeping you firmly in place. A thrill runs down your spine even as your eyes go wide. There hadn’t even been time to try to resist.
"Din, Din, please-" you beg, allowing yourself to break only the smallest amount. It could be enough to break him too.
To your horror, Din chuckles. "You got yourself into this mesh'la. I know you're smart enough to get yourself out."
"Ba-AHH-stard," you squeal as Frank slides his free hand under the band of your panties, the pad of one finger carefully grazing your clit.
"There they go with that fuckin' mouth again," Frank chastises.
"You get used to it," Din comments dryly, like he's talking about the weather. Any smartass comment dies on your lips as Frank’s fingers dip lower, gathering your slick, before bringing it back up to circle your clit. There’s no helping the moan that escapes your lips or the way you chase his hand, demanding more that he keeps infuriatingly out of reach.
Din, true to his word, does nothing to help. If anything, the heat from his stare watching the two of you is only serving to make things worse. They have you pinned down literally and metaphorically – both of these infuriating men more than content to slowly and methodically break you down. You can’t deny that it feels amazing, but you’d also really really like to speed things up.
The edges of your mind are starting to go fuzzy with pleasure. You can hardly remember being bored out of your mind on the other bed, waiting for something exciting to happen. All the entertainment you could ever want is now being provided and yet the still functional parts of your brain are screaming out for more.
You can just see Din over Frank’s shoulder. He’s clearly affected by the sight before him and you decide to give him the final push to join the two of you on the bed. “Din baby,” you call over to him. “Are you really going to let Frankie have all the fun?”
You’re mostly expecting it to backfire. The tactic is pretty transparent, but between the display before him and the neediness in your voice you think it’ll convince him. Frank smiles down at you, knowing your play exactly, and then takes you by surprise as he finally sinks a finger inside you. You think your gasp is what convinces Din to join.
Your eyes slide shut in pleasure, but you can hear the clink of Din’s belt, the soft shuffle of clothes being pulled off and falling to the floor. Suddenly, warm hands are pulling your panties completely off, leaving you bare and exposed.
Frank’s pace hasn’t faltered. Even as the bed dips from Din’s added weight, he keeps his movements slow and steady. It’s maddening. Enough to wind you up, but not enough to take you all the way. Din's close presence only makes it worse.
You open your eyes just in time to see Din’s hand wrap around the nape of Frank’s neck, pulling him into an all consuming kiss. You have no idea how Frank’s fingers don’t stop. You have no idea how you continue to breathe, watching the two men fall into each other.
Frank’s hands slip from your wrists, fingers tangling themselves into the soft brown curls of Din’s hair. Passionate is the only word you can think of to describe their kiss. The enthusiasm in which they meet each other, tongues dipping into each other’s mouths. You nearly freeze watching them, distracted almost completely by the show. Regaining use of your hands though, you decide to put them straight to work.
Reaching down, you try to take both men into your hands. With Din it’s easier, his boxer briefs doing little to contain his growing length. Frank, for some insane reason, is still wearing his jeans. It’s harder to tease him through the thicker fabric, but not wholly impossible. You know you’ve done something right when you hear Frank groan into Din’s mouth, his fingers stuttering for a brief moment.
Din knows exactly what you’re up to and without looking or breaking the kiss, he reaches down to start undoing Frank’s pants. Together it’s easy work, pushing his jeans and boxers down as far as you can, which is only about mid-thigh. Before you or Din can do anything more though, Frank stands up, pulling them off completely. You’d like to stare and take in the view, but Din has other plans.
He dips down, capturing your lips and quickly replacing Frank’s hand with his own. You’re not entirely sure you could tell the two men’s hands apart by touch alone. Both of them have large hands with thick calloused fingers and both are skilled in using them to make you writhe.
Din moans brokenly into your mouth, the kiss breaking, only for you to look down and see that Frank has pushed down Din’s underwear and taken the Mandalorian’s stiff cock into his hand. In turn, Din pushes another finger into your pussy. You feel like you’re going to explode between the view before you and Din between your legs, but you can’t help at least one more taunt. You're curious to see what it will do to them.
“Is- is that all y-you two got?”
Both of them freeze and you know you’ve done it. They’ve been pushed over the edge and if you weren’t already fucked before, you’re certainly about to be.
“Have you ever heard the phrase quit while you’re ahead?” Frank asks.
“Mesh’la?” Din chimes in. “Doesn’t know the meaning of it. Always has to push it one. step. further.” To further emphasize his point, his fingers sink deeper into you, curling up against that sweet spot only he can ever seem to hit.
Frank takes a similar but different approach. He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, slowly sinking it into your mouth. You can’t help but wrap your lips around him, the lingering taste of metal from his gun on your tongue. Frank looks pleased to have silenced you in any capacity. "Good girl."
There’s no hiding your reaction to that. You clench around Din’s fingers, his pace increasing and thumb landing firmly on your clit. Din sinks down your body, biting and sucking at your hip while Frank keeps you in place with his hand. His free hand reaches down, teasing your nipples and making your back arch.
“You wanna come?” Frank asks. You hum around his thumb, trying to get your desperation across. You’ve been on edge for too long now, Din rapidly bringing you closer to it. You’re not sure you can hold out all that much longer.
“Gonna stop acting like a brat if we let you?”
Any fight left in you evaporates completely as the wet heat of Din’s mouth replaces his thumb on your clit. You can hardly find it in you to shake your head yes, much less come up with any sort of retort. It’s difficult to speak with Frank’s thumb in your mouth anyway. Thankfully the small acknowledgement is enough to appease him.
Frank’s hand presses on the back of Din’s head, pushing him closer into you. You’d be worried about breaking his nose if it weren’t for the waves of pleasure crashing through you, drowning out anything else. There isn’t much technique to it at this point, but his enthusiasm more than makes up for it. It doesn’t take much for your orgasm to overtake you, Din working you through it until you begin to shake from overstimulation.
Frank’s thumb slips from your mouth, an awed expression on his face from watching you come undone. “I get why you’re always in that damn bathroom now.”
If your limbs didn’t feel so heavy, you’d probably hit him for that. Din takes care of shutting him up though, crawling overtop of you to take Frank in his mouth. Your chest is still heaving, coming down from your high. You can’t say that watching Din lick a stripe up Frank’s cock from base to tip is helping you calm down at all. Nor is the broken moan that Frank makes.
Din’s body is mostly draped over yours to reach Frank. The bulk of his weight is lifted, but his skin is still pressed against you, the softness of his stomach resting across half of your chest and left shoulder. Your hand traces the muscles of his arms and chest, more than happy to touch while he makes Frank come undone above you.
Frank is a sight to behold too. His face is flushed, gripping the headboard to keep himself upright. Din's cheeks are hollowed around Frank's cock, setting an even pace as he bobs his head.
You reach up, covering with your hand what Din is unable to fit in his mouth. You match his pace, spit slicking your movements. The noises Frank is making are sinful. You're half certain you recognize them, though they sound much better loud and up close then muffled through a thin bathroom wall. How you and Din ever thought you could be quiet enough in there is a complete mystery.
Din's cock finds the soft space where your thigh meets your hip and he mindlessly begins to grind himself down against you. Pre-cum wets your skin, lessening the friction and driving both of you crazy. It's not long before you're pawing at Din's chest, moving him away from Frank. Both men protest your readjustment with matching groans.
"Shut it," you say, guiding Din towards your entrance and pulling Frank in towards your face. You're thankful arousal hasn't clogged their brains so much that they can't figure out your intentions.
Din pushes inside you, your previous orgasm easing his way. As many times as you've had him, you'll never get over just how good Din feels – as though your bodies were made for each other. You wonder if Frank will fit you just as well.
"So fucking tight, mesh'la," Din grunts, burying himself to the hilt.
Frank waits until you've settled, gently cupping your cheek. You eagerly open your mouth, the weight of his cock heavy on your tongue. He eases in slowly, somehow still managing to be an insufferable tease, when you’d be more than happy to take him in one quick motion. He stops and pulls back when he feels the back of your throat.
They're gentle with you, letting you get used to the two of them, both pairs of hips gently rocking into you. It's enjoyable and extremely considerate, neither seeming particularly concerned with picking up the pace, reveling in what you've offered. It warms your heart, but this was not what you intended with this change in position.
You pull off of Frank with a wet pop and arch an eyebrow. "Are you two going to fuck me or not?"
Din and Frank share a look, dangerous smiles gracing their faces. "Careful what you wish for, girl," Frank growls, pulling you back towards him.
Din hikes up one of your legs, tossing it over his shoulder and fucking into you deeper. You moan around Frank's cock, one of his hands now gripping the back of your head. You grab at Frank's ass, half-moons from your nails now surely pressed into the plush flesh. The pleasure is overwhelming. You can feel the edges of your mind softening, allowing sensation to override lucid thoughts.
"This what you needed?" Frank asks.
"Needed us to fuck the boredom out of you?" Din adds.
You barely manage a response, an attempt at nod of your head.
"Don't worry, mesh'la. We'll make sure you're never bored again. Won't have to keep you to myself in the bathroom anymore."
You could die at the thought of that alone. Bathroom counters start to hurt after a while, not to mention the fact that you won't have to try and keep quiet any longer. The ability to have either man or watch them enjoy each other at any time makes another wave of arousal rush through you.
You hum around Frank, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. His hips begin to stutter, his grip loosening. "F-fuck, I'm gonna- shit- I'm-"
He spills into your mouth, the salty tang of his cum coating your tongue. You swallow him down eagerly, what you can't take spilling from the corners of your mouth. Din hardly waits for Frank to pull away from you before he's claiming your lips, tongue plunging into your mouth. You're pretty sure you hear Frank swearing more, but it's difficult to process anything other than Din.
The coarse hairs at the base of Din's cock rub at your clit, hurtling you towards your climax. "Din, please," you whine.
He knows your body well, each punch of his hips threatening to knock you up the mattress. "Come for us, mesh'la," he grunts, his own orgasm rapidly approaching.
You fall apart around him, cunt clenching and making him spill into you. Din buries his head into your neck, clinging onto you. You'd complain about his weight, but you've come to expect it. He's always a barnacle after he finishes.
When you're able to open your eyes you find Frank still on the edge of the bed, looking at you both half in awe and half with uncertainty. You slip your leg down Din's body and worm one arm out from under him.
"Come here."
Din shifts, giving Frank space to lay on your other side. He seems almost surprised that you would both invite him so willingly into your space. It makes your heart ache. You wonder about the last time he was shown open and enthusiastic affection, how long it lasted for. For you and Din it had been a long time before you found one another. You don’t imagine Frank has had it any easier.
Frank lays beside you and Din throws an arm across, touching him too. Within a few moments you can already feel Din’s breathing evening out, drifting into a light sleep. Frank snorts. “He always fall asleep like that?” he asks quietly.
You place a soft kiss on the crown of Din’s curls. “Sometimes. Usually when he’s comfortable.”
There’s some irony to that statement. You’ve been staked out in this motel precisely because of how unsafe it is, waiting for your target or one of his associates to show up. Given the nature of your lives though, you suppose there is relative safety and comfort in this room. No one knows the three of you are here. There are two strong and capable men wrapped around you. For at least right now, at this moment, there’s no danger.
"You know he's going to become insatiable for you now, right?" you ask Frank.
He chuckles. "Like you aren't?"
You playfully smack him. "I'm serious. He's fucking annoying sometimes. Always watching you and up in your business." You can feel Din drooling onto your shoulder and due to your own lovesick mind it doesn't gross you out. "He's all or nothing though. He doesn't fuck around."
"Do you?" Frank asks.
"No," you smile. "I don't think you do either, which means you'll fit right in. You already do."
Frank looks at you with an indiscernible expression before kissing your forehead. "Get some rest, sweetheart. I'll take watch."
He hasn't really acknowledged what you've said, but you know in a way that was it for him. Offering to protect the two of you while you're laid out and vulnerable. You snuggle into Din's warm body, feeling content. There will be plenty of time to impress your love onto Frank later – for now, this is enough.
dbf!frank & reader in a teeny tiny bikini that barely covers her as the weather gets warmer while frank is in her yard preferably shirtless working on something… but she just needs someone to put sunscreen on the places she can’t reach 😩😏
Hard to Reach
jon in this beanie and hoodie combo screams dbf idk why shut up
pairing: dbf!frank x f!reader
warnings: SMUT. age gap! reader is over 18. dads best friend au. spanking, groping, errrrr PIV, unprotected.
summary: refer to request^^
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With your towel draped over your arm, a bottle of sunscreen tucked between your side and bicep and bottle of orange juice in your hand, phone in the other, you step down the stairs to the pool.
It’s a scorcher of a day and your bathing suit was just eyeing you as it poked out of your dresser so you just had to go swimming. That was definitely the reason.
Totally not the smoking hot man in your garden, fixing the old lampposts your Mom had insisted on buying from an estate sale.
When you had brought up the fact that they were no better in your backyard than in a dump, she had just waved you off and said ‘I’ll get Frank to fix them!’.
And so, that led Frank to now, setting up shop in your backyard, spray painting the lampposts and fixing their bulbs.
It’s not like he was a stranger to you. He was your Dad’s best friend and he lived in the house across the street, so you were… more than friendly with him. Basically, your parents would trust to leave him alone with you, which is exactly why both of your parents are at work right now while Frank is over doing as he pleases.
His head picks up at the sound of the back door opening and closing, dick immediately hardening when he sees you in that tiny bikini he’s only been able to see from the window above his kitchen sink across the street.
While you’re still looking away, he adjusts his utility belt so that it hides the obvious bulge growing through his trousers.
When he looks up again, you both make eye contact as you descend the stairs, to the pool.
He just nods with a polite smile, gripping onto his belt, “Best day for it.”
“Yeah, I don’t know how you’re not dying.” You replied, to which he just gave an exhausted laugh.
“Gettin’ there.” He jokes and you smile, tilting your head sympathetically as you not-so-subtly ogle at his body.
He was so shiny under the sun, the thin layer of sweat only adding to his glow and his current stance accentuating all of his muscles. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve mistaken him for one of the marble sculptures your Mom had situated around the backyard.
Trailing your eyes up his body, you pause at the way he wipes his hands firmly grip his utility belt, the veins poking out of his skin making you wonder where else the veins are so prominent- so much so that you could just run your tongue along-
“Not much left to go though and got a nice view so can’t complain.” He nods to the garden that you remember him always complimenting your Mother for almost every time he comes over. But you can’t help but wonder if he’s talking about a different view… the way his eyes subtly travel down your chest and legs proving your point.
“Plus, my Mom will owe you and she’ll probably bake you something nice.”
He points his pencil at you with a knowing smile, “Exactly.”
You just hum a small laugh, sighing before glancing over at the pool, “Well, I’ll let you get back to it… you can always join me when you’re done.”
He just flashes you that signature smile that got nearly every wife on your street to spread their legs for him, catching a sly wink as well, “Thanks, sweetheart.”
You just offer a curt smile before heading for the pool chair, despite the fact that the small pet name made your knees weak you still managed to get there. You felt Franks stare burn into your eyes as you walked away… or perhaps that was just the sun… either way you liked it.
You made sure to accentuate your ass and tits, bending over to place your towel over the chair and sitting down with a harsh plop so that your tits bounced.
You visibly frowned when you looked up and saw Frank getting back to work, his back turned to you as he continued on the lamppost.
As you sit on the edge of the pool chair, you just stare at Franks back muscles as he gets back to work. Unknowingly squeezing your thighs together, you almost drool when he runs his finger along the pole where some kind of chip or another fault has been found. Never in your life did you ever think you would wish to be a lamppost so bad.
Eyeing the bottle of sunscreen you set on the small table next to the pool chair, you dart your eyes from the bottle to Frank multiple times. You pick up the bottle and squeeze a little of the white liquid on your hand before smearing some over your chest. Smiling mischievously to yourself when you see how well it’s given your tits an extra coat of shine- not to mention the floral smell to it. It’s La Mer, what did you expect?
Once you’re satisfied with the slickness of your neck and chest, you slowly stand from the pool chair, fluffing your hair a little before biting the bullet, “Hey, Frank?” He turns, the smile on his face disappearing slightly as the shine of your tits hits him in the face. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out and you have to hold back from laughing,“Could you please help me?” You hold up the bottle of sunscreen.
“Yeah, ‘course.” He finally speaks, discarding everything he was doing with the lamppost and now approaching you.
You have to contain yourself as his boots come into view. You had a love hate relationship with them, he wore those motherfuckers everywhere but they were undeniably sexy so it was hard to complain.
You hand him the bottle when he’s close enough and spun around so that your back faces him. Your heart beats out of your chest now, waiting for Franks hand to make contact with your skin.
Franks jaw clenches as his eyes fly down to your ass the second you turned around- the way it bounced even in the slightest movement and it didn’t help that there was barely any fabric covering it. He physically has to contain himself from just squeezing the fuck out of the soft and squishy flesh that he would be more than delighted to have on his face.
He squirts a bit of sunscreen on his hand before lathering it over your back. You roll your eyes a little, of course he would be modest and not go for your ass first. Every time he nears the small of your back, you get a little excited thinking he’s finally going to your ass but then his hands just go back up and you have to bite your lip to contain the bratty whine that threatens to slip out.
It’s only when you hear him squat and squirt another dollop of sunscreen on his hands that you get excited. So much so that you jumped slightly when his hands came in contact with your ass.
Even though you can’t see it, you can just picture and feel the way his big hands glide over your ass. It feels so good too, his hands purposely nearing the inside of your thighs as well, ever so close to your heat it takes everything in you not to moan.
But it didn’t matter, your toes curling into the concrete was a big enough sign for Frank.
Smiling, he guides his hands back up to your ass and this time, squeezes the flesh in his hands, jaw going slack at the way it overflows through the gaps between his fingers.
And this time you’re unable to hold the gasp, to which Frank unexpectedly smacks your right cheek.
“Gotta be quiet.” He mumbles, bringing his lips towards the skin, kissing the hot skin from where he’d just spanked, “Can’t let anyone hear.” Standing up to his full height now, he lightly taps your ass, “Bend over, over the chair.” He orders and you obey almost instantly. His hands find their way to your ass again, pulling each cheek apart and you clench around nothing when you feel the cool breeze meet your clit. “Such a perfect ass.”
“Please, Frank.” You find yourself begging softly, needing to be filled.
“Please, what?” He asks, mouth at your ear now as he slightly bends over you and you whimper softly when you feel his crotch against your ass.
“Please fuck me.” His fingers turn your chin his way so that your looking back at him over your shoulder. Your lips are mere inches apart and all it takes is for you to look down at his lips before he’s connecting them together. 
You moan into the kiss, not so because of the kiss, but because of the way his hand had slid under the small strap of your bikini. He first snapped the band against your skin, making you gasp in his mouth before he brought his finger against your folds.
You literally could not continue the kiss, mind too foggy with how good his finger felt running through your folds. Frank just smiles as he presses small kisses to your slack lips, finding humour in the way he has you wrapped around his finger… literally.
The moment he inserts his finger, you’re done for. You let out a loud moan to which Frank has to kiss you again to conceal the noise. Sure, you have a big backyard with fences and trees… but the noisy neighbours on your street will do anything for some new gossip.
Frank feels himself tighten in his pants, his dick just begging to get some kind of release, jealous of his fingers. Though Frank would love to make you cum multiple times, in multiple ways, the dick wants what it wants.
Slipping his finger out, he flips you onto your back now and goes to undo his belt. You stop him momentarily however and Frank looks to you confused. That is until you grab the hand that belonged to the finger that was just buried deep inside you and bring it to your lips.
You wrap your perfect, pink lips around the digit and suck it clean, maintaining eye contact as you moan around his finger and pull it out of your mouth with a pop.
Frank stills for a moment and for a second you’re certain you’ve broken him. That is until he rips off his utility belt, the leather fabric holding it together literally tearing in two as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out.
You lick your lips at the immediate sight of his red, angry tip, unknowingly spreading your legs even further as you can only stare down at his hard cock.
Though you would willingly spend the rest of your life with his dick in your mouth, your pussy screams at you from below, begging you not to cockblock her as he grabs hold of your thighs.
Moving your bikini to the side, he slaps the head of it against your clit and you whimper underneath him as you stare down at the interaction.
When his cock twitches in his hand, that’s when he begins to line himself up with your entrance.
You get up on your elbows so that you’re able to see, handing instinctively wrapping around his own hand that’s grabbing onto your thigh. A slightly intimate moment that you’ll probably think about every night before you go to sleep.
You gasp softly when his head prods at your entrance and he waits no longer before fully sheathing himself inside you. You both moan in unison, falling back against the chair with Frank leaning over you now.
Frank starts off slow, allowing you to get familiarise yourself with the intrusion, keeping himself nestled inside you before slowly pulling out.
The slight burn causes you to whimper and Frank looks up at you worriedly before connecting his lips to yours. A way of apologising and assuring you that you can stop him at anytime.
When you kiss back and squeeze his bicep, Frank takes that as his indication and begins a rough pace.
You moan loudly in his ear, hand coming up to wrap around his neck. To muffle his own grunts, and without missing a beat of his thrusts, he lowers himself slightly to be in line with your recoiling tits. He simply shoves past the tiny bit of fabric concealing them and brings your hardened nipple into his mouth.
All yours and Franks worries about being too loud are practically gone because the way he’s sucking on your titty and abusing your kitty isn’t helping at all.
Your fingers run through his strands, tugging harshly when you finally feel that fire lighting in your stomach. Frank mains against your tit, feeling the way you clench around him as well and brings his hand down to rub at your clit.
You would’ve screamed had you not covered your mouth with your hand and you’re surprised you didn’t when Frank had pulled your hand away from your mouth. Instead, you just let out a small, strained whine as you tighten your legs around his hips.
“Don’t stop.” You beg breathlessly, “Please, Fuck, Frank.” You spew out a myriad of pleas and curse words. None of them hit as hard as, “Cum inside me.”
Frank literally feels his balls spring into his chest, picking up the pace of his thrusts and rubbing your clit even harder now.
“Want my cum inside you?” He asks teasingly and all you can do is nod, “Want me to fill you up?”
“Please, Frankie!”
The pace of his thrusts and his fingers unify at just the rate speed and rhythm for you to come undone on his cock, clenching and unclenching as you gush around him.
He continues a few more thrusts before he’s cumming himself, fucking his seed into you, creating absolutely despicable sounds of squelching.
You pull his head down to rest against your forehead, both of your chests heaving out of sync as you both catch your breath. He remains inside you, cock throbbing as it continues to slowly spill out the remaining cum from his tip inside you.
You sigh finally at the warmth that fills you now, wrapping your hand around his neck and pressing a few small kisses to his lips- a small gesture of thanks for treating you to another mind blowing orgasm.
Pulling away from the kiss, he smiles down at you, covering your tit back up with your bikini before saying breathlessly, “You can uh- you can tell your Mom she no longer owes me.”
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sorry anon this took me forever to do!! but i absolutely loved writing it once i got around to it so thank you!!!
Warnings: SMUT, Frank picks up/carries reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls wrap it), soft!Frank
A/N: Please lord just let this man have some happiness. This is my first time writing for Frank & I'm sure it won't be my last, I hope I've done him justice!
His words set your body on fire. The slow mumble of atta girl, keep going, just like that, in your ear is almost more than you can take. The press of his arms around you, boxing you in from behind is overwhelming and you’re shocked you can maintain your grip.
Finally, the stubborn bolt comes loose and you tumble back from the sudden release in pressure. Frank’s chest acts as a backboard for you, a slight press of softness before firm muscle to keep you standing.
His large hand curls around your bicep, one of those smiles that makes your stomach flip etched across his face. “That’s my girl.”
Those words have a larger impact on you than you'd like to acknowledge. It's not even the first time he's said them to you and they still throw your thoughts into overdrive. The view of his jeans hugging his ass just right does nothing to help the situation.
This is not how you imagined your Saturday going. When you mentioned to Frank that your car needed to be fixed you thought he might give you a lift home from the shop. That outcome you had prepared for and could handle. You did not prepare for him popping your hood, declaring it an easy fix and that he would show you how.
The static that overtook your mind when his overshirt came off a half hour ago, leaving him in a tight white undershirt prevented you from remembering anything about what’s wrong with your car. You’ve simply been trying to keep your head above water. It’s difficult when he looks that good painted up in grease, like a little bit of dirt belongs on him.
He cocks an eyebrow at you, asking a question without saying a word. You cough nervously, dragging your eyes away from him to the floor. Get it under control. He’s just your neighbor. Your hot, very single, very charming, and incredibly helpful neighbor.
Ever since he moved in next door and you took the time to welcome him with some homemade chocolate chip cookies, you and Frank have gotten on well. He can be rough around the edges at times but you like that about him – it certainly helps to keep the nosier neighbors away. He’s also managed to save you thousands at this point, incredibly willing and capable whenever you mention something broken around your home.
Leaky pipe? Frank’s on it. Need to replace your shower head? Frank is in your bathroom before you can tell him otherwise. A baseball went sailing through your window? He’s finding you a replacement window before you can call your insurance agent to file a claim. Now he’s in your garage, fixing up your car for the cost of parts alone. You’re not sure you believe him about how inexpensive the part is.
“You alright?” Frank asks. He’s using a rag to wipe some of the excess dirt off from his fingers. It’s nearly offensive how seductive the simple movement is.
Your voice catches in your throat. “Ye-yeah. I’m fine.”
It’s obvious he doesn’t believe you. You can tell by the way his eyes won’t leave you, sizing you up in a way you’ve seen him do to others.
You know a little about his past. Ex-marine. His personal war after that. He’s still a soldier through and through, trained to assess and eliminate threats before they become a problem. You don’t take offense to his reaction – it’s just his nature.
“You sure?” he asks again.
“Yeah, just a little warm. I’m going to go grab a beer, you want one?” you offer. Maybe if you take five minutes you can calm down. Clear your head from all the filthy thoughts that are running through it. Frank came over to help you fix your car, not to have you think what it would be like to have him lean you over the hood and rail you instead.
Your answer seems to put him at ease. “Yeah, as long as it’s not that piss you tried to give me last time," he says.
That manages to break through the cloud of lust and shame swirling in your mind, a laugh bubbling out. Unfortunately you do so while turning, missing the tool that had fallen to the floor earlier, which sends you sprawling onto the hard concrete floor.
Instinct takes over, your hands falling to take the impact instead of your head. Your palms sting, but the white hot burn of humiliation hurts far more. There’s no world in which that was anything close to attractive. You’re a little surprised you have yet to hear the low rumble of Frank’s laugh, amused by your tumble.
You’re more surprised to find him kneeling before you, down on one knee, gently taking your hands into his own and looking them over. “You okay, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. That’s new. You look up at him, his body towering over you in this position. Realistically you should be afraid. You know about the other side of him. Even in this small, midwest town, news of The Punisher had been unavoidable. None of that quite lines up with the Frank Castle you know.
The Frank you know is certainly hard headed and stuck in his ways, but he's also the most honest man you've ever met. He does and says the things he means. Whether that's telling you a hard truth or offering you help, anything that comes out of Frank's mouth is genuine.
His calloused finger softly runs over your raw palms, causing a slight hiss to escape your lips. It brings you back to reality. “I’m fine, Frank. Probably won’t even feel it tomorrow.”
What you will feel is the embarrassment coursing through you as you replay this moment over and over again. That’s enough to last a lifetime and it’s certainly enough to keep you awake at night for the next week or two.
"We should still get ‘em cleaned up."
Frank doesn't give you time to wonder how you're going to push yourself up without use of your hands. He gently takes hold of your forearms and lifts you up with ease. You've taken notice of his strength before, the way he can throw around large amounts of weight without breaking a sweat. To be on the receiving end of his strength is another thing entirely.
He treats you carefully. There's no quick yank of your arms – just a steady constant pressure helping you to get back on your feet. Marveling at him makes it difficult to feel steady again.
You let Frank lead you into your own house, guiding you straight to the downstairs bathroom. You’re about to take a seat on the toilet when he shakes his head. Before you can ask where he wants you he's lifting you, placing you on the counter instead. It makes sense – you’re taller here, eye level, not having to stretch your hands out for him to reach them.
“Where’s your first aid kit?” he asks. You point to the little cabinet above the toilet, trying to remember the last time you even had to use it.
It must have been when one of the neighbor boys, Tommy, skinned his knee outside of your house. You and Frank had been on the front porch sharing some beers when he fell. You still remember the heat of Frank's stare on your neck as you patched the boy up.
It’s easier to see your hands in the clear light of the bathroom. You were right, they aren’t too bad. Roughed up more than anything – a few dots of blood that are no worse than a nick from your razor. If you took an ibuprofen you’d probably forget about their slight throb within the hour. From the serious way Frank is acting, you'd think your arm was broken.
He pops the first aid kit open next to you, rooting around for alcohol wipes before standing between your legs. He’s so close that you can smell him, woodsy with the remaining tinges of your engine clinging to his skin. His hand engulfs yours, cradling it as he dabs with the wipe. Your fingers twitch reflexively and curl over his thumb.
It’s quiet as he cares for you. A small furrow in his brow and the tip of his tongue peeking out to signal his focus on the task. It doesn’t take Frank long before he switches to your other hand. He pulls out a fresh wipe and provides it with equal care and attention.
When he finishes he doesn’t let go of your hand. His hold remains gentle and if you wanted to you could easily slip it from his grasp. That little furrow is still there, the look on his face far away, as though he’s contemplating a far worse situation from the one you’re in.
“Frank?” you breathe.
His eyes flicker up to meet yours, soft soulful brown staring back at you. You can see it. The weight he carries. The anxiety that he does so well to cover up. You’re injured and somehow he’s the one laid bare.
He licks his lips, a tick of his that you’ve noticed and been distracted by many times. Right now is no exception. The action draws you in, leaning in slightly to finally feel them pressed against your own, but giving him the option to fully close the distance or not. You have little dignity left after that fall anyway, what’s a bit more embarrassment if he denies you?
Frank hesitates. It’s strange, this usually self-assured and confident man pausing before leaning in. The conflict in his face is obvious, somehow worried that he’s the one crossing a line.
“I’m okay, Frank. I promise,” you whisper. It's all it takes.
His plush lips mold against yours, the hand not holding yours coming up to cradle your head. The move is less so controlling and more so grounding, a reassurance that you're okay – that scrapes on your palms aren't the precursor to worse.
You grow impatient first. Hand fisting in Frank's shirt, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss. Your tongue licks into his mouth, tasting the faded remnants of coffee you'd brought him this morning.
When you manage to pull away from one another, Frank rests his forehead against yours, breathing you in. "Take me to bed," you tell him.
He smiles wide, arms moving to wrap around and lift you. "Yes ma'am."
He doesn't set you down, instead carrying you over to the stairs and marching up. The shift in scenery brings Frank back to his usual self. Whatever demons that were at play in his mind are abated for now, distracted by your mouth along the thick column of his neck.
"You keep doing that and I'm going to drop you," he warns playfully.
You pause long enough to look up at him. "No you won't."
Frank knows where your bedroom is. He helped you haul a dresser up there when you'd found a great deal on facebook marketplace for the vintage piece. He also accompanied you to the old lady's house you got it from, claiming you never know what freaks are out there. You teased him relentlessly when he left with an open invite to her bunco night at the local legion hall.
Frank lays you down on the bed, keeping himself pushed up above you. "You sure you want this sweetheart? You say the word and I'm outta here, nothing changes between us."
You could kiss him just for that. Here you are, prone underneath him, having asked him to bring you up here, and he's still offering you an out. You reach up and let your fingers trail over his strong facial features, mindful to avoid your scraped palm.
"If you don't kiss me right now I'll kick you out on your ass, Frank."
Frank laughs, one of those full body ones you love that make his eyes crinkle. "Okay then, pretty lady."
For all the times you’ve imagined it, you never thought kissing Frank Castle would be so tender. That’s probably foolish, considering the strategic mind you’ve seen him display. A man like Frank knows that kissing is just the warm-up.
It’s not long before you’re tugging at his shirt again, forcing it off and tossing it across the room. He pulls you flush against him, one hand traveling underneath your shirt to wrap around your waist, the other returning to cradle your head. You can still feel him hesitating, fingers playing at the edge of your bra.
“Frank, touch me. Please,” you say and like a good soldier, he dutifully follows your orders. He strips you of your top and bra, pausing for a moment to take you in beneath him.
“So pretty, so fuckin’ soft,” Frank mumbles, palming your breasts. He gives you another kiss that leaves you breathless before moving his way down your body, carving a path with wet kisses and faint bites. You moan when his lips finally reach your nipples, overwhelmed by the simple act.
He takes his time, learning your body with a sharp precision. It’s not until you’re crying out for him, nearly begging that he works your jeans off of you. Your panties come off with them and you can’t help but feel relief. Part of you had thought he might continue this torturous pace he’s set, teasing you through the soaked cotton before offering you more.
It seems that Frank is tired of the teasing too. You gasp as his head dips down, licking a broad stripe up the seam of your pussy. He moans at your taste, fingers tightening where he’s holding onto your hips. The light rasp of his stubble feels divine against your tender skin.
You’ve completely forgotten about the sting in your palms at this point, hand fisting into Frank’s dark hair. You’re thankful for the length of his high and tight haircut as it gives you something to hold onto while he takes you apart. The high pitched whines he’s pulling from you are embarrassing, but you can’t bring yourself to care for how good it feels.
You lose yourself when Frank takes your clit into his mouth. Lightly sucking on it, you feel yourself clench around nothing, a noise akin to a wail leaving you. His voice guides you through your orgasm, the low rumble of look at you, atta girl, so pretty, the only thing you find yourself able to focus on.
When the overstimulation gets to be too much you push his head away, chest heaving for air. Frank kisses a hot trail back up your body, capturing your mouth in his again, letting you taste your own musk on him.
A small huff leaves you once you find yourself capable of forming words again. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
You feel Frank’s smile as he nuzzles at your throat with his broad nose. “Didn’t mean to.”
“That’s alright, I know how you can make it up to me.”
Frank’s head pops up, eyes and hand wandering over your exposed form. “How’s that?” he asks. Hearing the interest in his voice sends another flush of arousal through you. To be in bed with Frank is already earth shattering, but to hear his want so clearly has the potential to unleash a cosmic event.
You push your hand down against the firm plains of his body, tugging at his belt loops. “Off.”
Frank pushes up from his position on the bed, undoing his boots faster than you thought humanly possible and kicking them off before letting his pants join them on the floor. His black boxer briefs do little to conceal his considerable size underneath.
“Fuck,” you breathe out. “You’ve really been holding out on me.”
Frank chuckles, shaking his head before falling back over top of you. He shamelessly grinds his hips down, giving you an even better idea of exactly what’s in store for you. “What about you, pretty girl? I think you’ve been holdin’ out, keeping that pretty pussy of yours hidden from me.”
You clench at his words. Desperately, you pull down on his briefs, forcing them around his thighs. Frank takes them off the rest of the way, leaving you both completely bare. Your hips buck up towards him, desperate to have him fill you.
Thankfully, Frank takes pity on you, swiping the fat head of his cock through your slick folds before slowly pushing himself inside your wet heat. The stretch of him makes you keen, angling yourself to take him better.
Frank lowers himself onto his forearms, framing your face as he rolls his hips into you. He takes it easy on you, setting a slow pace and mumbling words of encouragement. “Atta girl, take me so well. Not gonna stop until you’re coming on my cock.”
You grip at his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by the slow drag of his cock moving along your tight walls. You swear you can feel every ridge of him. It’s working you back up, keying you higher until you’re begging him to move faster. His hips snap into you, thumb moving to press against your clit until you’re crying out.
Frank works you through it and it’s not until you’re holding his cheek in your hand, telling him to let go, that his pace picks back up, chasing his own pleasure. He groans pulling out of you, splashing his hot spend across your stomach.
You can't help yourself, swiping a finger through the mess and licking it clean. Frank’s eyes roll back at the sight, an astounded “Christ, woman,” falling from his lips.
You whine when Frank leaves the bed, but he returns quickly with a damp washcloth in hand to clean you up. You're pleased to discover that it's warm, Frank never one to miss a detail.
Satisfied that you're clean, Frank collapses into the bed beside you, pulling you into his chest. He presses soft kisses into your hairline, arm wrapped around your shoulders and holding you close.
Your fingers trail along his skin, feeling every bump and ridge of the scars that pepper his body. You'll ask about the stories behind those later. You have the time.
"Frank?" you say, tilting your head up to look at him.
He moves back slightly to get a better view of you, a grunt that sounds like it could be a hmm? coming from his chest.
"I've wanted to do that for a really long time."
Frank laughs. His body shakes with it and for a minute you think he's laughing at you, making you pout. Calming down, he smooths a hand over your hair asking, "You think I didn't notice? You're not subtle, sweetheart."
You smack his chest, resisting the pull of his arms. "So you were holding out."
There's a small swirl of self-doubt, wondering why he never made a move sooner. It's been months of this, dancing around him and hoping he didn't catch on. To hear that he had, you're not sure what to make of it. Was there something wrong with you?
Ever observant, Frank catches the shift in your mood. He tilts your chin up to meet his eyes, staring at you in a way you've never seen before. "Not holding out. Just didn't want to fuck this up."
His admission makes you melt. You want to tell him he won't, that he can't, but you know how the world works. The potential dangers to being Frank Castle – The Punisher’s – girl. It’s a risk you’re more than willing to take to keep this man wrapped up in your arms. You offer the only comfort you can, your naked body pressed tight against his, mumbling, “You haven’t so far.”
Not using my normal taglist since this is a big departure from my usual stuff lol. no pressure tagging some mutuals that expressed interest/who I think might enjoy: @gaiuswrites @honestly-shite @castleamc @pilothusband
A/N: This uh… this wasn’t requested but it’s been on my mind for months so…. Yeah, it happened.
I’m not sorry…
This whole thing is basically a gift to my bestie @blanchedelioncourt . There’s a line in this I think you might get a kick out of, I’ll see if you know which one looool I’ve been wanting to write this for a while and if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have. I blame you. ily 🖤
Warnings: cursing, smut. Like, guys…. It’s just pure smut. Like twelve pages of fucking smut. I’m over here saying how I’m not inspired and this is what I fucking come up with. This is what happens when I get inspired looooool 😂😈😘🖤
AKA: The five (or more) things Frank usually does when he fucks you, and the one time he does something different.
This was inspired/influenced by several things but mainly @venusbarnes and her anons. Hope you like it!
Also it’s been a hot minute since I watched s2 of Daredevil so if I fucked the timeline up then whoops. This is set in the middle of s1e8 of the Punisher just cause that’s where I was up to when I wrote most of this, and it seemed to fit well (there’s some dialogue taken from it, but nothing really spoilery).
Warnings/Content: Frank being Frank is enough of a warning tbh, more plot than necessary (as usual), Micro being weird (as usual), Frank goes commando because of course he does, praise and degradation kinks, mentions of blood, mentions of nightmares, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, edging, growling/grunting, this thing Jon does, spitting, choking, all the good stuff y’know?
(there’s a lot in here so if i missed anything you think should be ^^ then please let me know)
Word Count: 6k+ idk exactly
Masterlist
Tagging people I think will like it (soz if you don’t): @itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto @irrelevantbutembarrassing @lifeiloveit @mollygetssherlockcoffee @stainedpomegranatelips @whistlingwillows
Kinktober Drabble Day 6 – Rough Sex – Frank Castle
Pairing: Frank Castle x Female Reader
Warnings: Rough sex, public sex, biting, spanking, choking, explicit language etc. 18+ like all my other work.
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: My Frankie boy doesn’t get enough love, so I just had to.
You couldn’t remember a time when you felt so fucking full, his cock stretching out every little bit of your fluttering pussy, thrust after agonizing thrust. His monstrous hands gripped your waist, filthy grunts echoing through the air as your back scraped against the brick wall behind you.
“Harder, Frank.” You begged, heels digging into the bottom of his spine, your nails scratching at the thick scars on his shoulder blades through his shirt. His hips jutted against your pelvis, his beautifully thick cock withdrawing almost completely and then filling you right back up to the brim again.
Would you ever consider writing about frank castle and corruption kink?
We love a good corruption kink tbh
And Frank knows you’re his innocent little girl
Unaware of the seedier side of things
And even more vastly unaware of all the things he wants to do to you
But that’s ok, he has you sitting in his lap one day and his thigh slips between your legs a bit
You don’t mean to but somehow you end up grinding down against him just a little, liking how it felt but worried you weren’t supposed to be doing that kind of thing
“Look at you darlin, I didn’t even have to tell you to do anything. Such a natural.”
Frank pulls you back against his chest and you whimper because he pushed his leg up even more and you can’t stop yourself from riding it
“B-but, it feels so...”
“Different? Mhm, that’s ok, just keep going. Atta girl.”
You’re still timid about it but listen to what he’s saying, falling deeper into the building pressure in your core, your whole body tensing and then relaxing as he helps move your hips
Frank just wants to flip you over now, watching you like this and hearing you gasp and whine is almost too much for his self control to handle
But he holds back, knowing his innocent baby needs time to learn all these lessons he’s gonna teach
shane walsh x reader fic~ rated m for some sexy times
a/n: i haven’t written for shane in uh quite some time but i was inspired by @bernthalus-christ so i wrote this real quick today…im a little rusty but here goes!
Summary: You write fanfiction and BJ helps with your writer's block in a very unexpected way.
Rating: E 🔞 // WC: 3,2k
Tags and Warnings: PWP, friends to lovers, very slight Dom/sub undertones, sweet guy turns dominant, unprotected sex, minor angst
A/N: So, I'm sick with the flu and that's when my brain gives me the weirdest ideas. I based this on a trend I saw a while ago on IG and just went with it. If you know the trend, you'll know what I mean while reading. If you don't, that's also fine, as it's a bit embarrassing anyway. In any case, it's silly and maybe BJ is a bit OOC, but who knows how he actually is in the bedroom, right? Right…
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Reading through your latest paragraph, you huffed angrily, before you selected the whole thing and hit the back button. You drummed your fingers over the space next to the touchpad on your laptop as you thought, before sighing and starting a new paragraph. Again. Ten minutes later, and you were repeating the same process you had over the entire last hour and a half.
“What’s got you this upset?”
Blowing out a loud breath through your lips, you lifted your eyes to your friend, staring at his tall form over the lid of the laptop. BJ was leaning against the door frame, one foot crossed lazily over the other as he looked at you, a dishtowel in one hand. He looked so domestic in his sweatpants and sweatshirt, added to the soft smile and that stupid dishtowel. He was nothing like the man you were trying your hardest to write about in your story. However, people were waiting for the next part, the smutty part, and your brain refused to come up with anything worthwhile. Any positioning you thought of came out wrong, the way the man was talking and seducing his partner felt off. They were supposed to kiss in an intense way before anything more happened, but you couldn’t even get that on paper. On screen. Whatever.
“Writer’s block,” you muttered unhappily, going as far as crossing your arms in front of you like a sulking kid.
Which was ironic, considering that you’d spent the afternoon over at BJ’s looking after Trey while BJ was out training his team. Since you worked from home, you had come with your laptop, and you’d spent the afternoon playing games with Trey or working while he did his own thing. Twenty minutes after BJ had come back, Trey’s best friend had pulled up with his dad to pick him up for a sleepover. Which had led to BJ inviting you to stay over for dinner. While he’d been in the kitchen, you’d excused yourself and sat back down on the living room couch with your story, hit by a bout of inspiration. Which had been kicked out the proverbial window as soon as you’d started writing.
“Anything I can help you with?” BJ asked kindly, throwing the dishtowel over his shoulder.
You stared at him and shrugged. BJ knew what kind of stories you wrote, something that had amused him to no end the first time you’d told him after he’d found your open laptop on your kitchen counter, a very explicit scene staring back at him.
“Dinner’s ready, otherwise, so,” he elongated the last word and clapped his thigh.
“Yeah, I … I don’t know. I’m just so close to getting it right.” You held your index and thumb close together to indicate that you only needed a little push.
BJ observed you for a moment and nodded.
“What’s it about? Are we getting to the good part?” he laughed softly and lifted his eyebrows meaningfully a few times.
You pursed your lips despite his try at humor, and nodded aggressively, which had BJ snorting.
“‘kay, and what’s happening?”
“Well…” you began, only to trail off with some wild hand gestures. “I want the moment to like, really build, you know? Make it intense. And…” You looked at BJ again, and tilted your head to the side thoughtfully. “Actually, they’re…”
You slid the laptop off your thighs and put it onto the couch next to you before you got up and walked over to BJ. He watched you approach with a curious expression, his shoulder still against the door frame.
“Maybe if I get the right perspective, I could write about it better?” you commented thoughtfully, as you stopped in front of him.
“Okay?” He said slowly, waiting you out.
“Right, so, um, basically, what’s happening is that the main character is about to leave the room, but the guy blocks the way. They’re both a bit angry at each other because — never mind why — they just are, and…” you moved closer to BJ, like you wanted to cage him in, with your hand going to the wood behind his head. “He does something like that?” You explained awkwardly, feeling ridiculous and not as sexy as how you had envisioned the moment.
BJ blinked at you for a beat, before he licked his bottom lip consideringly and nodded. A second later, he swiftly moved forward, forcing you back until you were the one hitting the door frame on the other side. One of his hands moved over your head, while the other one went into the pocket of his sweats. He was looming over you. BJ Rose, this kind and sweet dad of a man, was looming over you, his expression intense, his face only a few inches away from yours, as was the rest of his body.
“Like this?” he asked softly. And when had his voice turned so husky?
“Um,” you got out, your eyes wide as you realized how absolutely stupid you had been for asking BJ to act out such a scene with you.
Because while BJ was nothing like the man you were writing about, you didn’t need him to be for you to have developed a giant crush months ago. Since then, you had never let on how you felt about him, since BJ probably only saw you as a friend, no matter how much time you spent together.
“Does he do anything else? Or what happens next?”
You locked eyes with him, but were unable to know what he was thinking. One thing was sure, he wasn’t laughing it off and was actually taking your situation seriously.
“Well, the — um — the main character tries to — um — pull away. But he stops the movement and — and — you know — goes like this?” You tentatively lifted your hand and cupped the back of his head, his skin warm and the short hair at the base of his head feeling soft under your fingers. “But — you know — stronger?” You withdrew your hand, but were still unable to look away from his eyes.
“‘kay, so let’s try?” he suggested far too calmly.
You blinked. Blinked again a few times and… Oh. Really? Well… It would be stupid to stop now, right? This could actually help you write later. Right? Swallowing, you nodded and moved into action. You pushed against his chest with both hands, sending him backwards a couple of steps, visibly catching him by surprise as you hadn’t told him exactly how the character pulled away. BJ was only thrown for a moment because his eyes sharpened, and he was back on you a fraction of a second later. You actually gasped as your back met wood again. What followed was the feeling of BJ’s hands on you, one going to your hip, while the other one went to the back of your neck like you had explained to him. His grip was strong and secure, letting you know that you had nowhere else to go. In the heat of the moment, you hadn’t realized that your hands had gone to grip onto the sides of his sweatshirt, your fingers clenched tight in the material, while your breaths came in short pants. Your next breath caught in your chest as the hand that BJ had over your nape, slid towards your jaw to tilt your head towards his, his lips now barely an inch away from yours. You were completely unable to move, not knowing what was acting and what was the truth. The way BJ was looking at you was so intense that you felt your stomach tighten in anticipation. He didn’t ask what came next, nor did you think that you would have been able to answer him if he had. As you briefly glanced at his lips, almost as if on reflex since they were so close, you saw BJ’s eyes fill with something that had you suddenly moving again. It only took your head leaning forward an inch to be able to press your lips to his. A moment later, BJ was pressing his whole body against yours as he kissed you back with an intensity and want that you hadn’t expected. Your arms went from his sides to around his neck, as his tongue slipped between your parted lips to slide against yours in a hot caress. The hand on your hip moved fully around your waist to pull you closer, while he pressed a knee between your legs. A high-pitched moan escaped you as he had you riding his thigh, while one of his hands vanished inside your pants to grab a fistful of your ass. Your mind was spinning at the way he was touching you, showing a more passionate side of him that surprised you but that you found you really enjoyed all the same.
“That okay with you?” he then asked against your jaw, which had you bursting into a short and surprised laugh.
There he was, the sweet and considerate guy that you had fallen for, still present underneath these more aggressive layers of need and lust.
“Yes,” you breathed vehemently, before you moaned again as he kept you moving over his thigh and got a satisfied hum from him.
“Wanna tell me what happens next in your story?”
You stared back at him, panting roughly just like he was, and licked your lips.
“You tell me.” You decided then, knowing that whatever you’d had in mind until now, wouldn’t compete with what BJ might be thinking of. He had already surprised you quite a bit tonight.
He gave you a thoughtful stare that only lasted for a second, before he smirked and had you facing the door frame an instant later. You caught yourself with your hands and gasped as BJ pulled and tugged at your clothes until you were standing fully naked in front of him, your bare back facing him. You didn’t have time to feel cold, since he pressed his front against your back, his erection pushing against you. His mouth landed on your shoulder and trailed all the way over to the other one, before it moved up your nape and finally down your spine. All the way down your spine. He pulled your hips back and started sucking and nipping at your ass as he ran a hand between your legs to reach for your entrance. He hummed against your skin at the wetness he found there and pushed two fingers inside you. Your hands tightened on the wood as you gasped and cried out, not having expected the move. With his fingers still inside you, BJ rose to his feet again to begin kissing along the side of your neck. As he withdrew his fingers from you and stroked over your sensitive flesh, his other hand moved to your front and found one of your nipples to gently pull at it.
“BJ,” you breathed on a short gasp, your head thrown back.
As if saying his name had triggered something in him, BJ grabbed you by the waist and turned you back to face him. He pushed you against the living room wall this time and cupped your face to kiss you deeply. You had barely taken a hold of his sweatshirt, when he fell to his knees before you and lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. Your mind didn’t have the time to process what was going on before BJ had his head between your legs and was taking you apart with his mouth and tongue. Your head thumped hard against the wall as it flew back from the intensity of the pleasure suddenly coursing through you. With a string of distorted expletives, you curled over him and sank your fingers into the longer hair at the top of his head. Between the whole surreal situation, his fingers on you just before and now his mouth, the leg still holding you up was already starting to tremble with an incoming orgasm. You repeated his name a few times on tiny breaths as your body was wrecked by tremors, but instead of sending you over the edge, BJ stopped altogether and stood again. You stared at him through heavy lidded eyes as you panted deeply, your eyes falling to his shiny lips.
“Not like this,” he whispered roughly against your lips, only leaving a small kiss there before he had you moving again.
Curling an arm around your waist, BJ pulled you further into the living room with a few short steps and made you sit on the edge of the sectional couch. BJ followed you down, one hand holding him up at the side of your head, while the other vanished between your bodies as he kissed you. Your legs wrapped around his hips on instinct, and a moment later, you felt his length pressing against your entrance. You moaned loudly into his mouth as your fingers gripped tightly onto his shoulders as he began to slip inside. As soon as he was fully settled, BJ pulled back and began thrusting his hips into yours again and again, never stopping as he drew short gasps and cries of pleasure out of you.
After the shortest amount of time, your entire body began feeling overstimulated in all the best ways. You clung to him with everything you had as his powerful thrusts and his large body lying over yours had you finally reaching your climax. Your eyes shut tightly while your arms and legs squeezed BJ to you, which got a long grunt out of him as his hips kept moving sporadically.
“Is this what you had in mind?” he rasped into your ear after your grip on him became less strong.
“No,” you groaned, grabbing his hair as he frowned. “So much better.” You kissed him hard to show him just how much this meant to you.
BJ smiled against your lips and slid you further up the couch so he could put a knee on it as he picked the pace up again. You kept kissing as he sunk into you over and over, until he had to break the kiss as he neared his own release, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the pleasure. You took the opportunity to watch him, how his brow furrowed, and his mouth parted on a long groan. Coming here today, you had been light years from thinking that you would be ending the day like this.
You both breathed quietly for a minute, before BJ gently pulled away and stood at your side. Your heart sank as you realized that BJ was suddenly failing to make eye contact as he turned around to fix his clothes. You gingerly sat up, hoping to avoid making too much of a mess, and watched BJ heading towards the door leading to the hallway, where he retrieved your clothes and the dishtowel that had fallen to the floor at some point.
“I’ll — uh — go check if everything’s still warm while you — um — yeah,” he said awkwardly, as he handed you the clothes before he went to check on dinner.
Feeling like an idiot, you balled your clothes into your arms and quickly made it to the bathroom. You hurried through cleaning up and were back in the living room and in front of your laptop in a few minutes. The sounds of pans and cutlery came from the kitchen, and you glanced in its direction as you put your things away into the bag you’d brought with you earlier. You had a mind to simply bolt without saying anything, but what good would that be since you were neighbors? Never come out of your house again? Move away? With a fortifying intake of breath, you walked through the hallway and into the kitchen, where the island had been set for two.
“Do you want me to leave?” You hadn’t meant to be that straightforward, but better rip the band-aid off quickly, right?
BJ, who’d had his back to you, startled faintly and turned around.
“No!” he said immediately, his eyes finally meeting yours again, before he sighed and started over at a lower volume. “No.”
“Listen, BJ, if you want us to pretend like this never happened, just say the word, okay? I didn’t mean to start anything when I asked for your help, but,” you stalled for a moment. “But you need to know that I didn’t just go with it because we were playing out a scene. I kissed you because… well… because it was you and… maybe…” you sighed and looked at your hands. “Anyway, you decide, okay?”
You pulled the chair out from under the island and sat in front of your plate, waiting for BJ to do the same.
“I don’t wanna pretend like nothing happened,” BJ started softly, remaining where he was. “I just thought I maybe went too far with everything.”
You lifted your eyes to him and saw him looking back with a troubled expression as he leaned against the stove.
“Did I give you the impression that you did? Or that I wasn’t into everything you did a hundred percent?” you smiled faintly, between perplexed and amused by the difference between the BJ who’d known exactly what he wanted and how to push your buttons, and the BJ standing in front of you right now, back to his sweet self.
A small smile pulled at one corner of his mouth, which had you laughing in earnest.
“Yeah, yeah, you go ahead and be smug.” You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “Now, what about dinner? I had someone make me work up an appetite here.”
BJ barked out a laugh and did as asked before taking the seat across from you.
A while later, as you finished eating, BJ stared at the laptop sticking out of the bag you’d placed on the chair next to you.
“So… you think you have enough… footage to write this scene?”
The fork that you were in the midst of putting down, stopped briefly in its course at the question before you finally placed it on the plate.
“Well.” You sat back against the chair and put on an exaggerated thoughtful expression. “I think I’ve got enough for this one, yeah… But, you know… I have several other stories planned. With more intense looming going on and arguments to be settled with make-up sex and… other things like that. Who knows… maybe I might need your help again… After all, I strive to be as accurate as possible.”
BJ watched you with a smile that kept growing as you talked, his tongue peeking from between his teeth as he held back his laugh. His eyebrows dipped for a second in a would be serious expression.
“That so, huh?” He got up and walked around the island, putting a hand on the back of your chair as he leaned over you. Loomed over you. “The things you’d do for your writing.”
Your teasing smile broke into an actual full on bright smile at his behavior. “Only the best for my audience,” you shrugged, before BJ leaned all the way down for a long kiss.
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