"C'mere sweetheart!" Frank calls from the front hall.
"Yeah?" you ask, already padding over to him. He'd been tidying up the front hall closet for the past hour and you assumed he wanted to show you his work.
"What is it Frankie? Done?" you ask when you find.
"Yeah, almost doll," he says a little distracted. "Do me a favor, stand here and reach your hand up sweetheart," he adds, positioning you by the hips squarely in front of the closet.
"Huh?" you ask, looking back at him like he'd lost his mind.
"Just reach up baby. Stretch your arm, wanna see somethin'" he vaguely explains. You do as you're asked, reaching your arm into the air and extending it, instinctively going to your tip toes.
"No toes," he murmurs, pushing you gently down by the shoulders. You comply and go flat-footed. Once you do, he takes the pencil from behind his ear and makes a quick mark on the wall just below the height of your fingertips. "Good job sweetheart, back to the couch alright?" he says, patting your ass to send you on your way.
"Wait wait, what the hell was that for?!" you ask, your face scrunched in confusion.
"Huh?" he asks distractedly, "oh uh, the shelf. Ain't gonna put your purses up there if you can't reach it doll."
"You're lowering the whole shelf?" you ask, slightly astonished.
"Yeah, how we gonna organize your pretty purses in there if you can't reach 'em baby?" he scoffs, shaking his head like you're the crazy one.
Frank castle being a pervert about you (even after you guys got married and lived together for nearly two years) headcanons please🤪🤪
Ok pervert + Frank are two words I never really put together but I do think he'd have a few random tendencies.
Frank gets turned on when he does the laundry because he can smell you on your underwear. He's not like holding it up to his nose and taking a huge sniff but sometimes the faintly sweet scent hits his nose and his body responds and then he gets needy.
I've said it before but Frank Castle is a creampie king. I'M SO SORRY I AM THE PERVERT but he isssssssss. Frank is a man of few indulgences but making and admiring a creampie is one of them. He's just... got a breeding kink. And like what better embodiment of that than watching the fruits of his labor coat you and your thighs. He's sick for it. Makes you stay still, his thumbs sunk into the flesh behind your thighs as he admires the way you took him. Sometimes he swipes at it with his thumb, murmuring "Easy sweetheart" as you still clench around where he was.
Speaking of thighs, when you get so aroused that you coat your own thighs he could basically cum in his pants. Frank just likes the animalistic shit, ya know? Like he wants to growl and snarl and see your naked body and everything it produces. So when your thighs are slick and your underwear is soaked when he finally manages to scoot up your skirt and get his eyes on it? HE'S TOAST. His chest rumbles and he bites his lower lip and slows down and his hands skim over everything. You're whimpering and so desperate and he's gotta say "You keep makin' those sounds while you're lookin' like this and I'm gonna finish before we even get started princess."
I think Frank likes to get you a little worked up in public. He never does the real deal-- I think he's too protective of you for that. But he's letting touches linger on you. He's murmuring stuff in your ear. He's letting you get needy because he loves you a little needy and he likes to see you like that in public. I think it actually gives him a reason to be more protective. A healed version of Frank doesn't face a lot of danger day to day, so he manufactures it just a bit. A needy version of you is a more vulnerable, less aware version. So Frank gets to be in charge and be competent. "Need me to take care of you sweetheart?" Yes, because you designed it that way sir.
This isn't necessarily perverted but I do think Frank loves to be feeling your boobs "non-sexually." Like his hands just want to be holding 'em. If you're watching a movie, he just wants to cup one for two hours, maybe mindlessly fiddling a little with your nipple. It's like a fidget for him. And if he's out all day and finally gets home to you, his hands are massaging your tits as soon as reasonably possible. He wants the weight, the feel, the warmth. Just quiets his mind I think.
Frank with a very clingy/cuddly reader? Like, always holding his hand, hugging him, practically glued to him 24/7. Idk I just wanna be all over him all the time. Just like, cling and bite.
Listen, Frank likes it and I think he doesn't even notice?? Like he's not thinking to himself "damn she's always touching me" or "this girl is a little needy," he's just sooooooo physically instinctual. He's not thinking how to navigate your clinginess, he's just responding to it, giving you what you need. If you come up to his right side while he's jotting something down, he just kinda smoothly transfers you over to his left side so he can finish writing. Or if you're in his lap and he needs to stand up, he's positioning you with your legs around his middle and just taking you with him, patting your ass and saying something like "alright come on lil' monkey." I think if you're especially clingy, he becomes especially sturdy in response. It gives him a job to do. Like, it's ok for you to be soft because he'll just carry the load for the both of you.
(and if we wanna be really dirty, this is where cockwarming comes into play)
And also, HE'S CLINGY TOO lol. If you're within arm's reach, he's touching you. He cannot keep a hand to himself if the opportunity is there. He's always just nuzzling up to you and saying, "Just so fuckin' cute readin' your book [or insert literally any activity you're doing]" I really do think the most healed and secure version of Frank is the CLINGIEST man. Like he's all simpy for you. He's always giving you puppy eyes if he's on the couch and you're not and he's saying "All alone over here sweetheart. S'like you're abusin' me or somethin'". ok drama queen! He just wants you to put your hands in his hair while he rests his cheek on your tits.
Frank x reader who can’t stop holding his bicep when they’re walking. Like as a comfort thing lol
Oh and he'd looooooovvee it. Like, yeah, hold on sweetheart-- Frank is steering this ship. He'd feel all proud and capable lol.
He'd get so used to you grabbing on that he'd hold his bent arm out like a chicken wing for a sec to give you the cue grab on. You murmur a quick "thanks Frankie" as you settle your manicured fingernails onto his firm bicep, feeling the rough canvas of his jacket underneath. He'd hold his arm a little closer to his body, letting you feel all tucked in, every so often lifting his arm with your hand attached to give you a quick kiss on the top of your hand.
frank always driving you to your super early shifts, no matter what. and the one time he sleeps through it (he’d have to be ill in order to do that) he gets so pissed at himself that you had to drive!
omg this man would NOT forgive himself for WEEKS. You thought he looked way too peaceful to wake up so you let him sleep in while you tip-toed out the door only to be met with a harried, unkempt Frank an hour later at your job.
"Frank!" you exclaim upon seeing him, "oh my goodness are you ok? You look a little crazed," you say, reaching up to fix his unruly hair. His hoodie is half zipped with his bare chest exposed and he's still in his grey sweats and some untied boots.
"Christ I'm sorry beautiful," he says breathless and it has you wondering if he ran here on foot too. "Don't know how I missed the fuckin' alarm and it was rainin' cats and dogs out there while you were gettin' to work and I was sleepin' like some fuckin' newborn baby," he rambles a bit.
You chuckle at his frustration while you tug the zipper on his hoodie a little higher. "Frank it was barely a drizzle. You were up late and needed the sleep. I'm all good," you say, trying to soothe him but he only rolls his eyes like you're making excuses for him.
"You're ok doll? You got here alright? No problems or nothin'?" he asks, looking you up and down like he might spot a gash or a bruise.
"Yeah believe it or not I got myself places before I met you big guy," you reply, giving him a patronizing pat on the shoulder.
He gives you a brief "hey," with a thick finger pointed at you as if to say cut the attitude but you ignore it. "What time do you get out today sweetheart? Two o'clock? I'mma wait in the lot til you're done," he adds, standing a little straighter as if he's back in command.
"Frank it's only 7am!" you half-shout, "go home. Stop being weird. I'll see you when I'm done," you add, taking his big shoulders in your hands and using great effort to spin him in the direction of the parking lot.
"Nah I don--" he starts but you cut him off.
"GO. Don't let me find you in the parking lot," you say, shoving him to take a step forward. He mumbles to himself but complies, saying "Actin' like she owns the damn place. Just tryin' to help my girl. Shouldn't be out in the rain like that."
"And I'm gonna check the lot later!" you shout down the hall toward him "so don't try it!"
He waves a beefy hand in the air in a swatting motion and says "yeah yeah yeah."
And that was the last time Frank Castle was EVER still sleeping when you got up.
I just know Frankie would always go with u to gas stations caus they r too sketchy omg
babygirl Frank keeps your tank full at all times and you don't even know when he does it. The tank just never gets lower than half, the car is always clean, there's always spare change in the cupholder, and if the check engine light goes on it's always off by the next day. You're simply never in a circumstance to need to go to a gas station at this point.
You've been dating Frank for 9 months and one day you randomly shoot up from the couch and say "omg I haven't gotten an oil change in like a year!' Like the thought just hits you like a lightening bolt-- when was the last time you had done that?! Frank gives you a screwed up look and tugs you back down into his lap and says "You're cute when you're panicked, you know that? Car's fine, it's had like three oil changes since we been together doll."
how would frank react if his girl started fucking herself back on him during doggy?👀👀
ok damn.
It'd be a lot of "hey hey hey easy sweetheart" as he lands his hands on your ass, attempting to ease your pace so you don't hurt yourself on him. When you find your rhythm he'd start to run his broad hands all over the globes of your ass, making big circles, letting himself start to enjoy it while he kept an eye on you. Maybe you'd get a little needy and your pace would stutter or you'd force yourself back a little too hard and whimper and he'd use his hands to reset the pace again, saying "gotta go slow or you're gonna have to let me be charge again understand?" When you don't immediately acknowledge him he asks again "Understand me doll?" as he takes your hips and hugs you flush to him, pinned in place and you'd have to whimper out a whiny yes so he'd let you continue. He'd finally let himself indulge in the feeling of you a bit more, giving you an encouraging "attagirl" when you quickened your pace and finally came on his length, going limp and letting him take over again.
Can you do frank with a really clingy reader? like. shes touch starved and frank is the first person to make her feel safe enough to express that? Maybe she’s insecure about her neediness?
You told yourself today was the day you were gonna ease up. Once you let yourself rely on Frank-- emotionally and physically -- all you could think about was that he'd pull away and you'd be worse off than before. Once you got used to his steadiness, you weren't so sure you could live without it. So you decided it was easiest to cut off your supply on your own terms. You couldn't become dependent if you stopped yourself early enough.
You had gotten into the habit of nestling into Frank first thing in the morning, when the light was barely streaming in. At 5am you'd feel roll closer to Frank and you'd feel the warm press of his body against your back, a scruffy kiss planted on your temple with his eyes still closed. You typically stayed that was til 8am, wrapping your arms around his bicep like a snake, anchoring him there the way he was anchoring you to the Earth. Eventually, Frank would murmur in your ear, "C'mon lil monkey, you need some breakfast."
In the last few weeks he'd taken to grunting and holding you to his chest as he rose from the bed, carrying you to kitchen as you rubbed your eyes at the light. Again he'd kiss your temple and seat you on the countertop while he brewed the coffee, asking you to hold various things as he prepared the food. Your feet hadn't even touched the ground by the time you ate breakfast.
It was perfect and it was asking too much. All day, demanding that Frank regulate your nervous system in a way you never could. And the more you needed him, the more you felt terrified of it being yanked away, leaving you careening through open space like an astronaut.
So the next morning you wake at 5am and force yourself out of the bed and to the couch, the only way you could think to avoid the temptation of Frank's solid body. Of course you're crying because your own weakness disgusted you. Needing someone at all disgusted you.
You manage to doze off again around 6am but you're awoken by the feeling of Frank drawing you into his arms and standing to walk back to the bedroom.
"Don't go scarin' me like that again," he admonishes you gently, his voice still heavy with sleep as he plants a kiss on your nose. You feel the solid warmth of him-- his broad chest again you, his arms supporting you, the steady gait of his feet. Frank places you back in the bed and quickly climbs in himself, pulling you into him to curl around you.
"S'okay," you say into the dark, "you don't have to Frank. You can have space when you need it."
Frank's body stills for a moment and then he rubs the sleep from his eye as he asks, "Who said I needed space?"
You turn to face him but don't meet his eye. "No, I know, I just... I want to give you space," you try to correct, making Frank the offer so he wouldn't have to make it himself.
"Why the hell would you wanna be doin' that doll?" Frank asks, his rough thumb landing on your chin to tilt your face up to his.
You shrug your shoulders before saying "Everybody needs space," you offer. What you meant was, everybody needs space from me. That part stayed in your mouth though.
Frank kept his eyes on yours, his breath steady as he made you look at him in the silence that followed. He cocked an eyebrow that suggested you should expand on your statement, crossing his arms over his chest as he lay on his side facing you.
"I can be clingy," you explain, "I know it's a lot. Just wanted to give you space before it become too much." Frank gave you a nod that suggested he followed your thinking but didn't agree with it.
"You ever think what I need?" he asks pointedly.
"Yes, I swear," you plead, knowing it had all been too much all along, "I'm sorry Frank. I'm trying to back off a little. I got too comfortable or something," you explain, rambling in the hopes that you can convince him you're not needy.
"hey hey," he stops you as he pulls you toward him, your cheek pressed to his warm chest, "that ain't what I said sweetheart. I want you comfortable. Why wouldn't I want that babygirl?"
"Because it can't always be about my comfort," you explain, knowing the equation was so lopsided it was bound to topple eventually.
Frank scoffs and he tugs you away from him so that he can hold you at arm lengths and stoop his head to look in your eyes.
"It's only about your comfort," he says, his brows scrunched together in frustration.
"I know," you reply, shaking your head at the burning shame, "I'm sorry," you offer quietly, casting your eyes down at your fingers as they fiddle with the strings of Frank's open hoodie, before admonishing yourself for that too.
"No, you ain't hearin' me sweetheart," Frank clarifies, nudging your head up with his thumb again, "It's only about your comfort. This, you and me," he says, swiping his finger back and forth between you, "this only works if you're comfortable. And if you feel safe, you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, I know, and I'm sorry for that," you try to reply before he's sushing you again, pulling you so close to him that you wouldn't be heard if you spoke anyway.
"So damn stubborn," he murmurs, his huge arms encasing you in a hug that could withstand an earthquake, "Listen to me," he says with his chin on your forehead, "I don't stay places I don't wanna be sweetheart. You ever think that I need you as much as you need me, huh?"
Now it's your turn to scoff. "Frank what could you possibly need me for?"
"Now don't go pissin' me off with that kinda question," Frank says while he reaches down to land a soft swat to your ass, "Ain't nobody on the fuckin' planet who makes me feel alive like you. Do you know how many steps it takes from the front stoop to the apartment door?"
"No?" you offer, not following the point of Frank's question.
"Well I do, it's 110 steps. I know that cuz I counted once when I thought maybe I wasn't gonna make it home to you. Now everytime my foot hits that stoop I can say to myself, 110 steps to my girl," he explains.
"Oh," you reply, your heart cracking open at the sensation of being needed like that.
"Yeah, oh," Frank mocks you gently, sticking a thick finger in your rib.
"And do you know some days I don't eat lunch if it ain't the turkey sandwich you make because that shit from the food truck ain't as good?" he continues.
"I didn't know that..." you reply, still fiddling with his hoodie strings.
"And now I can't fall asleep til I hear your little snores like you're a cute bunny or somethin'," he adds.
"You can't?" you ask, pulling your head from his chest to look up at him.
"Course I can't, I'm needy sweetheart, been tryin' to tell you," he replies, his big hand cupping your face and bringing you in for a soft kiss. He lingers there for a few more teasing kisses, the kind that make you whimper from the back of your throat. You feel Frank's rumble in his chest as he pulls you more flush to him. "So don't let me find you on the couch again, understand? Gonna hurt my feelings with that shit."
