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My Writing
🔥 - 18+, 🤍 - fluff, 🥀 - angst/hurt, 🔗 - darker themes
‼️themes/tropes I don’t write: big age-gaps/age-play (I try to not write age into my fics in general), non-con (I do write cnc), any of the 'cests'
all links in blue will take you back to my old blog - enjoy! but if you comment I probably wont see it :( - all new works will be posted here <3
lmao this made me piss myself laughing
Writing fanfiction is so funny because it has me looking up things I’ve never thought about - currently researching different types of cowboy hats and the names for different styles… someone put me on their team for trivia
OMG FRANK WOULDVE BEEN THE BEST GIRL DAD ESPECIALLY TO A TEEN RIP AMY (she not dead or nun) (at least I don’t think she’s dead)
FRANK AND AMY ! One of my fav found father x found daughter duos 😭😭😭
fics/blurbs that are on the way from the reqs ❤️
- cowboy Frank 🤠 hehe - @heav3nb9by 🫶🏾
- Frank and doggies 🐶 - @bearisbored 🫶🏾
- construction worker Frank 🚧 - anon 🫶🏾
oh no… I think I’ve smutted myself out for a little while..is that even possible
me writing smut rn not even 9 hours after posting this…. I hate myself
REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️
Frankie’s under the weather </3
Just Frank being a stubborn grumpy man but also a big man baby when he's sick ☹️ an extension of my 'fluffy frank thoughts" post from a few months ago <3
No warnings tbh, all fluff - reader caring for frank, frank lowk being grumpy.
w.c: 1264 (this was supposed to be a blurb sorry oops)
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Frank Castle is a proud man, but you knew that. He hated when he couldn't be the one to do the heavy lifting around the house, literally and figuratively speaking.
You'd been watching him silently for the last two days. His voice sounding a little more stuffy, his movements a little more sluggish. He could feel it too, but hell would freeze over before he would admit it.
"you gotta rest baby..." you try and stop him as he heads out the door to go to work. Your hands cupping his face, you feel the heat radiating off him - and not in the usual Frank way either.
"i'll be fine honey, ain't goin down that easy" he tries to laugh but it comes out as a chesty cough. "Frank please stay home?" you plead with him.
"i'll be back in a few hours baby" he sighs, giving you a kiss on your forehead before walking out the door. You cross your arms, leaning against the door frame watching as he backs out of the driveway.
Almost like you're anticipating he'll be worse by the time he gets back home, you take yourself to the grocery store and get all the essentials to take care of him. Irrespective of how much he was going to try and convince you that he was quote 'fine'.
You've got chicken stock with veggies with pasta bubbling away on the stove - all the nutrients he needs. Along with some hot clove and ginger tea for his throat.
The door clicks open much earlier than expected, you see Frank trudge in. Looking a little sorry for himself, eyes and the tip of his nose red. Just as you expected, a decline from his earlier state.
"ohhh my baby" you coo rushing over to him with a little pout on your lips. You place the back of your hand just under his neck "you have a fever frankie" you say concerned. You turn to open a cabinet and fill up a glass of water.
"what're you fussin for, said I'm fine" he sighs, sounding a little grumpy now.
"okay big guy, can you take this for me please?" you give him your best puppy eyes as you hold out two little white tablets in your hand and a glass of water to try and control his fever.
He looks at them then back up at you "please?" you ask softly again. He sighs, but it comes out as a laboured wheeze. But he's won over by your eyes as he takes it out of your hand, chewing and swallowing them down, fore-going the water. You roll your eyes putting the glass of water back down on the benchtop. "thank you" you say kissing the tip of his nose "yeah yeah, gonna change" he rasps affectionately.
When he comes back to the kitchen in his sweats and his white t-shirt he looks more cozy but somehow more exhausted. Grabbing his hands you lead him to the couch "sit" you gently command with your hands on his shoulders pushing him down to the couch. "wha-" Frank opens his mouth to protest before you cut him off as you walk back to the kitchen
"I swear to god Frank if you move from that couch I'm gonna be mad" you say as sternly as you can looking back at him. Frank puts both his hands up in surrender and a little smirk as he relaxes his head back on the couch. You pour a mug of steaming ginger and clove tea and bringing it over to him.
"here, it'll help with your throat" you much more softer than your previous tone, handing the mug over to Frank.
"My throats fine honey" he says, voice strained, staring at the TV, he looks back at you when he feels your eyes bore into the side of his head. "okay.. okay" he sighs wrapping both of his big hands around the warm mug. His head falls over the steam of the mug as he takes a big inhale of the spicy aroma before he takes a sip and sighs in relief. He looks up at you with his eyes full of an apology for being a grump.
You smile at him, running your thumb over his cheek, your big baby "soups almost done frankie, just stay right here and let me make you better okay?" you coo at him, leaning over to kiss his cheek before heading back into the kitchen. Frank feels his heart warm a little, from the tea that he's sipping on or from the way you love him and care for him.. he doesn't know.
A few minutes later you look over to the couch and see Frank knocked out. His head on the pillow with his dark strands of hair messily matted over his head and the empty mug on the coffee table. You turn the stove off and bring a bowl of hot soup over, gently placing it down on the coffee table you sit beside him. Your hand over his forehead again checking his fever, luckily the medication is working and it seems to be going down a little.
"baby" you whisper, gently patting his shoulder to coax him back awake. His eyes open blearily with a sharp inhale "y'okay honey?" he asks, voice slightly panicked. You smile a little, his first instincts always being to check on you.
"im fiiine frankie, you gotta eat - c'mon, sit up a little for me" you ask. He pushes him self up with a sigh as you adjust the pillows behind his back. You pull the coffee table closer and scoop up spoonful of soup, holding the bowl under the spoon you bring it up to Frank's mouth. He looks down "looks good baby, wish I could smell it" he says
He opens up, keeping his eyes on you with a small grin. He swallows down the first spoonful before taking the bowl from you. "thank you for taking care of me baby" he says, placing a soft kiss on your hand. You plant yourself right beside him, your eyes stay on him as he slurps the whole bowl down. The last one goes down with a big sigh as he places the bowl back down on the coffee table.
"hows your head feeling?" you ask, carding your fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes leaning into your touch. "bit better baby, thank you" he smiles, his voice coming out congested. "get some sleep okay?" you say before attempting to get up, but you feel Franks paws pull you back down to the couch.
"fra-" you start he cuts you off
"stay here" he mumbles. You plop back down on the couch back against the other arm rest as he sprawls out on top of you. His big arms wrap tightly around your waist as he settles between your legs, resting his head on your tummy.
You can't help the smile that forms on your face when you look down at him "my big baby" you coo at him, running your hands through his fingers. He replies with a kiss on your tummy over your t-shirt. "you gonna wear a nurse costume for me when I wake up?" he asks trying to be cheeky but his voice comes out groggy. "mm if you're lucky" you laugh.
You stay like that for a few hours, his burly arms staying tightly wrapped around you with the sound of his soft snores filling the room.
He really was your big baby.
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a/n: WHO DO I HAVE TO GET ON MY KNEES FOR TO MAKE SOUP FOR THIS MAN PLEASE GOD LET ME TAKE CARE OF HIM
personal rant
i freakin hate having bitch-ass adhd - its sooooo frustrating when i can feel the joy/happiness start to dwindle on whatever activity I was doing/learning/starting - JUST LET ME BE HAPPY WITH ONE HOBBY STUPID BRAIN
this took me SO long but i tried to make pope a lil bit grey just to visualise 🫡
i want to live inside a ringlet of his curl
rb to tell ur mutuals ur fond of them
Maladaptive day dreaming gang rise up
oh no… I think I’ve smutted myself out for a little while..is that even possible
the desire in his 'yeah?' he wants her so bad
PSA: Everytime I write Frank saying “yeah” in that desperate way this is how he is saying it
😭🤤🥵🫣
i love the moment i get home and i can listen to lana in my room
Me asf listening to lana and Ethel and reading fanfics
andy’s pretty eyes and crooked teeth get me every time 😭
Jack likes when you wear saree’s…
You and jack have been struggling to find some.. alone.. time since your son.
warnings: fluffy, smut, some angst, MDNI, oral (f receiving), husband!Jack x brown!reader, married, they have a son, no physical body descriptions
mentions of traditional south-Asian (SA) wear
saree - a type of SA cultural wear
kurta - SA men’s/boys traditional top
payal - traditional SA anklets but people call them different names too
This one’s for the brown gals, who always have to mentally omit the lines about “flushed red cheeks” “puffy pink lips” or other physical bodily descriptions etc etc when reading fan fics 🤎 but OBVIII for everyone to enjoyyyy. Love u all!!!! 💕
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*jaaaaack can you help me”. You call out to him as you walk down the hall with your half draped saree. Stopping at the site of him and your son ready to leave, sitting side by side on the couch as the millionth re-run of cars plays on the TV (which was your sons absolute favourite movie)
You’re all heading out to your cousins house for one of her pre wedding events.
Jack looks up at you, his mouth agape as he dry swallows.
“Jack?” You repeat yourself with a smirk breaking him out of his trance
“Doesn’t mama look so pretty?” He says to your son, ruffling his hair and pointing up at you. Your son looks up at you, such a perfect little mix of you and Jack - his tawny freckled skin, with jacks curls and your eyes.
“wadda wearin ma?” he asks with innocent curiosity, his big brown eyes speckled with jacks hazel blinking up at you making your heart swell.
“This is called a saree sweetie, and mama needs daddys help to pin it” you say, smiling at your son before turning to Jack.
Jack gets up to follow you, “daddys gotta help mommy get ready okay, make sure you stay here and watch the movie, gotta tell me how it ends alright bud?” He says turning to your son earnestly as if he hasn’t heard it 100 times already
“Okay dada” your son squeaks, mostly distracted my the movie.
“Jack I just need you to pin this” you laugh confused as he starts ushering you down the hallway to your bedroom shushing you with his thumb on your lips. He closes the door behind him and is on you instantly.
He pulls you into him, the top of your saree slips down off your shoulder and gathers in the nook of your elbow. His lips are on yours and as always, your will power is no where to be found whenever it comes to Jack. Against your better judgement knowing you guys need to leave soon you tilt your head to the side opening up your neck for him as he kisses down it.
“Last time I saw you in a saree I got you pregnant baby, remember” he mutters in your ear as he backs you into the bed till the back of your knees hit the edge as your hips fall down onto the mattress.
“Jackieeee” you whine with a huff as he crawls over you keeping his prosthetic leg on the ground and his other knee resting on the bed. His arms bracket around your head as he lowers himself.
You feel yourself getting more and more aroused as he licks and sucks down your neck and you feel his hand rake up the softness of your stomach under the flowy chiffon of your saree. “What is it baby” he coos as he kisses his way down your body.
“we g-gotta go” you sigh as he lowers himself down to your feet. “I’ll be quick” he smiles as he picks up your foot placing a soft kiss on the side of your ankle, over the bells of your payal before hooks it over his shoulder.
“C’mon open up for me honey.. please” he begs with that gravelly tone as his head makes its way under your saree and petticoat. You’ve never been able to deny Jack anything, nor has he you.. you weren’t going to start now. And with a very very active toddler plus Jack’s shift schedule your chances to be intimate with your husband have become few and far between.
The fabric of your saree gathers at your hips as Jack pushes it up and pulls your panties to the side. Kissing your inner thighs he makes his way closer. Taking a deep inhale before he licks from your hole to your desperate little clit pushing your lips apart with his tongue “gggoddd missed your pussy so much baby” Jack groans as he all but makes out with with your cunt
Your hand flies to your mouth, trying to silence the moan that comes out of you. “Mmfuck missed your tongue on me jackieee” you breathe out trying to keep your voice as low as you can.
The desperation in your voice makes Jacks pants excruciatingly tight. “Tastes so fuckin good honey” he mumbles into your hole, fucking his tongue into you as you start to grind your hips on his face.
That coil in your lower belly already starts winding tighter and tighter “im so close baby, don’t stop pleasepleaseplease dont stop” you whine out, already at the precipice of collapse. “Yeahh? Goddd that’s it baby cmon” Jack whispers into your pussy, his eyes locked on you.
It feels like it’s been weeks since you’ve felt Jack’s touch, so you’re not surprised that you’re already almost there and neither is he when he feels your thighs start to tremble.
*click*
You freeze as you hear the bedroom door creak open, Jack scrambles out from under you and pulls your saree back down as you sit up straighter on the bed.
“Can I have juice pleeeease” you both hear your son ask as he walks through the door.
“Y-yeah bud, just helping mommy put this on, one second” Jack stutters as his hands busy themselves with the hook on your payal, the silver bells on the anklets ringing as he does so.
He looks up at you, face flushed red with a little smirk but sympathetic eyes. You look down at him, chest heaving as your nails dig into jacks shoulders. You feel his palm run over your twitching thigh in an attempt to soothe you. His poor baby he thinks, he’ll take care of you tonight.
He gets up with a groan “don’t get any on your kurta sweetie” You say to your son with a shaky voice. “I got it baby” Jack whispers to you, stroking your cheek with his thumb before walking out with your son.
You plop back down on the bed, with that feeling of exertion but no release. No dive into the cool water after running a marathon if you will. You stare up at the ceiling before you feel yourself start to well up.
You try to blink away your tears. You don’t have time to re-do your make up you think to yourself. Pushing yourself up off the bed you sigh, looking down at your saree that didn’t even end up getting pinned. A rogue tear falls down your cheek as Jack walks back in after settling your son back to his movie and his juice.
“honey what happened??” He rushes over to you concerned, cradling your face in his warm hands. “I-it’s nothing, can you pin me please?” You try and smile, handing him a safety pin and turning to face the mirror with Jack behind you.
He pulls the edge of your saree over the shoulder of your blouse and pushes the pin from under, securing the fabric onto the blouse like he’s done this so many times. He gives you a quick kiss on your shoulder before turning you around again.
“Talk to me baby” he implored
You look up into his eyes, your own getting watery again. “I just, we used to… you know.. so much..” you sigh “it’s been 3 weeks Jack, I just don’t want to become one of those married couples who stop because life gets busy” you continue.
Jacks quiet for a second as he looks into your eyes, you start feeling a little silly for even feeling like this so you start rambling as you do when you’re nervous.
“I-I saw how my parents just fell out of love with each other.. if they even loved each other in the first place I don’t know Jackie I just.. what if you stop loving me” you say quietly as the tears fall freely from your eyes.
The look in Jacks eyes is one of complete shock and disbelief and almost horror as he tries to process what you’re saying.. him? Not loving you?
“Sweetheart…” he says so softly, his hands still cupping your face as his thumbs gently wipe away your tears. “I know it’s been hard to find time, but we could not have sex for a year and I would never stop loving you… I would probably lose my damn mind but.. I would never stop.. I don’t even know how to not love you baby” he says with so much sincerity
“You have given me so much honey, you’ve given me a beautiful son, you’ve given me this.. this life that I never thought I was allowed to have.. it’s like the only thing I’ve ever been certain of in my life is how to love you.” He says, his voice getting more and more heavy with the seriousness of what he is trying to explain.
All you can manage is a garbled “you promise?” As you try and choke down your sob. “With my whole life baby” he says firmly kissing down on your forehead.
You both look down the hallway “you wanna fix up your make up honey? I’ll go see what the little troublemakers up to” Jack smiles giving you another kiss before you turn to your vanity you touch up your face.
As he walks his down the hallway he pulls his phone out to message Baran he remembers her saying something about a really good baby sitter… he has an idea to remedy this situation..
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a/n: this is a love letter to the brown girlies, that is all 🤎
I do have a part 2 in mind which is a direct continuation of this but I’d love to know how you guys liked this before writing it! xx
