singing in the car with frank… giggling when he gets the words wrong… kissing at red lights… does anyone know the cure for this
Ooohh my love, I dont know the cure but if you find out will you let me know? 😩💔
Little road trips with Frank are always the best, doesn't matter if you're traveling across the state or just going to the gas station for snacks at 3am.
Frank would be so cute trying to impress you with his music taste. He noticed you wearing a tshirt for The Clash so he did extensive research on them unfortunately forgetting to listen to much of the music
"Yeah, I love The Clash babe, play any song by them." He'd say confidently handing you the aux cord. Then gets 90% of the words wrong. He tries though and thats all that matters, he laughs along with you at him fuckin up the words.
Without fail, every red light he's leaning over the center console for a few kisses. When Frank's driving he purposely takes the routes that he knows has the longest red lights just so he'll have an excuse to kiss you.
"C'mere baby." Frank would mutter as he pulls up to the stop light, his tattooed hand tracing the side of your neck as he leans over to kiss you. Sometimes (almost everytime) getting carried away and only breaking the kiss when a line of cars are blowing their horns behind you.
Frank would look behind at the line of cars with a goofy shit-eating grin. "Oops." He'd wave a hand out of his window and speed off, his hand resting on your thigh.
a/n-- no specific era, but idk dirtbag? but not dirty dirtbag cuz hes nice...dirtbag cuz hes...broke. like...like a basement frank? Pencey Prep frank there we go...also this is my first ever hc/fic post so sorry if my writing sucks😛
word count: idk. I dont wanna check im scared? (It was 2,386.)
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
☆ see, he doesnt mean to be clingy...it kinda just happens!!he really loves u n he wants to make sure u know!! if it ever makes u uncomfy he tells u to "just hit me." but u legitimately could never so u end up just pulling away sometimes- which is fine, he gets it!! But he just adores love-bombing you with everything he can-kisses, hugs, hand-holding, giving u gifts (if he can afford em.) And just laying on u. he loves u, what can I say !!
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
☆ In the wise words of The Moldy Peaches, "you're a part-time lover and a full-time friend." If ur dating him, hes ur bestie and im sorry but theres nothing u can do about it. Hes kinda a cheerleader bestie, always supporting you and going along with ur shenanigans- which is mostly by him doing even crazier stuff and u going "omigod frank no jesus christ what are you doing!?" and the whole show hasta stop. yes, u can climb the tall thing, but u gotta stop frank when he tries to jump off it. Its all an adventure!
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
☆ we all know abt the puppy frank stigma...he fucking loves that shit. I like to think hes like a lil heater, so on cold winter days or nights when ur two seconds from frostbite hes the one thing that can save u. He loves being big spoon, feeling you pressed up against him, but he also likes just staring at u, with u turned around. Also, the occasional "canonbaaaalll!!" as he runs into the room and jumps on u on the bed.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
☆ (idk what they mean by "settle down" bc marriage is already an option further down...do they mean retire?) on the topic of cooking and cleaning, something tells me that his room is a mess. And yes, hes capable of cleaning it spotless, but he'd much rather roll up in his bed with you then get his dirty underwear off the floor. Im certain the first time you came over he cleaned so fast u were worried he was sick when u got there. Hes also a fantastic cook- though he doesnt enjoy it...he'll do it for you, tho!!
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
☆ oh boy...it depends. If he feels like you did something wrong or its ur fault...well...people change-he gets that. You two aren't always gonna agree...but if u like cheated or something? Hes not gonna get mad-he'll just get all serious and ask a buncha questions-"with who? why? when? whats different?-" and trust me, he doesnt want to. he still loves u, but he knows its probably for the best.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
☆ Well, yes, frank is FULLY committed to you, but hes never understood marriage. How is a big fat party with a big fat ring and fancy clothes and a big fat cake gonna ever express how much he loves u? despite not understanding, he'll do it, and itll be the biggest and best party he can afford, and if u dont like any of it he'll sue the catering company, the people he bought the clothes from, the jewlery place.......
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
☆ I mean, we all know hes kinda got that "im so funny n loud i got no issues" but like if anything ever bugs u or him he doesnt ignore it. He puts on that cute soft 'i really really care' voice and talks abt it. And he is gentle physically, but sometimes he loses it and might squeeze u a bit too hard during a hug.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
☆ he is a BIG hugger-like its weird. Every time he sees u, even if he just saw u in the kitchen 30 mins ago, he gives u a big fat hug. He hugs u in his sleep. oh yeah. ill go deeper into that later. But his hugs are great-we've all seen that photo of him lifting weights (🤤) so his arms are just...graffiti-ed pillows!!
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
☆ He tries to hold it back, save it for something special like a first kiss or 6 months or something but outta nowhere on accident while on a call after he says goodbye he goes "I love you." And hangs up sofast!!! He ignores ur calls for like 3 minutes after that then gets scared and answers, expecting u to be all mad...he tried not to, it just slipped out!! u forgive him and he understands if u dont wanna say it yet.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
☆ I feel like he wouldn't get jealous THAT easily. Hes like right in the middle. He knows ull (hopefully!) Never cross a line- but he cant trust other dudes. When he gets jealous he kinda just glares and makes mean faces at the guy, which doesnt help bc theres nothing intimidating about sticking ur tongue out at a dude at the ripe age of, idk when I want this to take place, so let's say mid-twenties. Especially if u live in a basement. He'll talk to u abt it tho- im sorry, im sorry, omg, idk why, im jealous tho, and baby ik u won't leave me but he just makes me so mad- and he...might...get over it...?
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
☆ it depends...i feel like the first kiss SUCKED like he was trying not to rush but also he was just so excited he knocked his nose into yours and his teeth scraped ur lip...hey, hes trying!! Usually he'll give u lil pecks on the cheek or forehead but he ADORES giving u kisses on ur nose. You always move like ur expecting a kiss on the mouth so u look a lil surprised when it ends up being on the nose and he adores that lil face u make. He loves kisses anywhere, but if u two are cuddling and u kiss the top of his head, u mightve accidentally just killed frankie
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
☆ Hes...playful! He tries to watch what he says and how he acts and hes always preaching "do as I say, not as I do" before doing something oh so very dumb...hes loving though, and tries his absolute hardest to be a good influence. u know that video of him with his two daughters, and lily is like rubbing and grabbing and contorting his face? exactly that. Hes very "ur a kid, I dont really care?" and will let them tug, pull, grab, scrape, do whatever.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
☆ Hes not a morning person, thats for sure. He tries to be all cheerfull-"what? oh uh yeah good morning..."- but its obvious its forced. He makes breakfast sometimes, but doesnt eat it himself besides enjoying a few stray pieces of bacon. He usually tries to sleep in till like 11 but if ur up hes up.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
☆ Hes a night-owl through and through. He stays up with chips and energy drinks and gaming, and if you go to sleep he'll try his hardest to stay quiet until he logs off- then crawls into bed with u and doze off.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
☆ hes excited,okay, so first date he might...lose it a bit and just ramble off about his life or things he likes-blah blah, angsty shit here- and it...might put u off...but then he apologizes- oh, im-im so sorry i I didnt mean-im sorry, forget i said all that, i- and ur okay with it! It was kinda cute anyway.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
☆ with you? you could slap him 20 different ways and he wouldn't mind. But if someone does something to you? Whole different convo. Hes pacing, flexing his hands, rambling on-they said that!? How can you be okay with that?!! Fucking idiots, I promise, ill-and as much as it is exciting to see him all pent-up like this, its not good for him. On the few occasions someone hits on you with him right there, yes, he has slapped the fuck outta someone-deserved-and yes, u both were banned from that bar for 3 months-frank, thats my favorite bar!!- but you know he just does it cuz he loves you.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
☆ He remembers everything. Everything important, at least. He tries to remember the little details, but if he doesnt have pen and paper in hand theres no where to write it down cause, I mean...he cant really write it anywhere on his hand or arm. So little things he forgets. But he always remembers birthdays, plans, places u wanna go, anniversaries, things u keep talking abt, all that stuff. But, no, im sorry, hes not gonna remember everything.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
☆ His first time at your house. He loved it-he felt like he saw like the real you, everything you like and stuff you never told him about. You two ended up lounging on the couch, watching horror movies, and he stayed the night...he made u breakfast-it was hard to get up on his own that morning-and u guys cuddled all morning. He loved it.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
☆ Hes...well...ya know, the whole bar thing up there. He gets really worked up when people pull shit on you or try to flirt with you-and yes, he knows you can handle yourself, he just...cant let it be. If you try to protect him in some way-weirdos, druggies...ur version of protecting him is just stopping barkeeps and police officers from arresting him or kicking him out or giving him shit-and he appreciates it very much.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
☆ ABSOLUTELY ALL OF IT. he tries his absolute hardest to show you he loves you, to buy you stuff, take you fun places, do fun things with you...he just really makes sure you know how much he adores you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
☆ Well...ya know, smoking, stuff like that, but nothing exactly relating to you, except the constant need for attention. Oh, and stealing whatever clothes can fit him. Including undergarments. A lot.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
☆ Well, with the number of tattoos, he does kinda care. And he always makes sure he looks his absolute best for you- but in the general sense, embarrassment is a mindset, so who cares what he wears sometimes or how his hair looks. He especially wont complain if you paint his nails or put clips in his hair or do his makeup. In fact, uhm, please? He'll go out in public with it too and absolutely FLAUNT it.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
☆ Oh, 100%. I mean, once you guys start dating, he'll do everything with you. The second you're off, doing something else, he feels like he forgot something he knows he needs and kinda gets twitchy about it, constantly checking his pockets for his phone or his keys until he realizes ohhhh...its you...when he sees you again, he doesnt let you leave.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
☆ He adores you coloring in his tattoos. He even gets you those super expensive alcohol markers so the colors really POP and its easier to do. He says it tickles. He let's you do it just mindlessly while he games, or watches TV or even sometimes while practicing guitar-he likes the challenge of keeping his arm steady enough to be colored in while still jamming out. He really wants you to get tattoos so he can color them in (if u dont have any already), and will occasionally use the markers to create his own tattoos on you- just cute simple doodles of animals or food or guitars or his initials or whatever. He always remembers where he puts his doodles so he can redo em.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
☆ Simplicity. If something or someone is simple- doesnt like tats, hair dye, piercings, trying new and crazy things-he cant imagine liking them. When he first got a house he couldn't wait to make it all sorts of fun colors with LED lights and posters and random shit- he hates plain and boring and simple in everything. He cant even keep a new guitar clean, hes gotta fuck it up somehow.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
☆ Hugging. He hugs you, pillows, t shirts, clothes in general, stuffed animals (of course he has them-!), one time he took half the blanket just so he could hug it. He doesnt mean to, it just really comforts him!! And yeah he might squeeze a lil too hard when hes having a nightmare or something but he doesnt mean to hurt you and u get that.
hey y'all back in action with another porn no plot one shot
all i'm saying is,,, they knew who their target audience was with this (or are we just all mentally ill?)
summary: frank shows you what it means to be a real, selfish man.
informal warnings: frank is the selfish man in this, but I was the selfish woman writing this. couldn't get this out of my head as I started season two of the punisher, and frankly (haha get it -- sorry) after this scene you wouldn't be able to either
as always, the actual warnings: vulnerable frank, #sadboihrs for both the reader and frank, smut, porn no plot, choking, dirty talk, and ROUGH frank
anyway... selfish:
“what’s your type?”
the million dollar question. the one that you had been troubling yourself over for years.
“my type?” you repeated, eyeing the man who asked you. “or my pattern?”
he tilted his head in curiosity. “both.”
you chuckled. “my pattern… well, they’re usually useless. man babies.”
it was his turn to chuckle. “you like taking care of them, yeah?”
you shrugged. “i love taking care of people, but not men that de-age into babies as time goes on. did you know a guy i dated asked me how to boil water once?”
“you’re joking,” he took a swig of his beer, eyeing you. “no way that’s true. made that up.”
“i wish,” you laughed, rubbing a hand over your face. “i’m also not making it up that i stayed with him two years after that.”
“sounds like your fault.”
you nodded. “the pattern made me realize what my real type is.”
“what?”
“it’s corny.”
“say it.”
a smirk attempted to appear on your lips, but you pushed it back down. “i don’t like selfless men.”
he let out a laugh in disbelief at that. “you and every other chick.”
you chuckled too. “i heard this an analogy once… if you’re falling over a cliff, would you want your person to save you? or someone else about to fall on another side of the cliff?”
he stopped talking then, listening intently.
you kept going. “obviously, i’d want the other person saved… but in my head, when i’m all alone and there’s no one that has to be saved… sometimes it’s nice to think that someone would be so selfish that they would save me over doing what’s right.”
“you could live with that though?” he asked, narrowing his eyes, a bit of judgement lacing his words.
you shrugged. “never been the person that was saved, so i’m really not sure. it’s not that i want to be saved or anything — that’s super fucking corny. but man, a fucking masculine man, putting you over other things? deciding that in that moment, you’re what matters to him? i spend all my days being selfless, putting myself in danger so other people are saved… and i’m tired.” you took a swig of your drink. “i’m really fucking tired.”
“why don’t you save yourself, then?”
“for the same reason you’re here,” you sighed. “when have we ever been selfish, frank?”
he laughed at that, but almost scoffed. “i don’t do anything i do for anyone but me.”
you swallowed then, clenching your jaw. “so many people have wronged you… but you’ve only done what you’ve done because of how people have wronged those you loved. hate to break it to you… but you’re as selfless as anyone could be.”
he folded his lips underneath his teeth and stared aimlessly off into the distance. there were bags under his dark eyes, and no amount of sleep or beer would ever take them away. the man would never know peace, and your heart broke at that. however, it was nice to know someone was going down the rabbit hole with you.
“i don’t think i’m selfless,” he finally spoke after a bit.
you raised an eyebrow at him, calling his bluff.
“i did the things i did because my family was what was most important to me,” he admitted. “that’s selfish.”
you swished his words around in your mouth a little, and decided he was right. the spin on your words made you nod, agreeing with him. “i see your point.”
“so, what?” he asked. “you want a man that would choose you over innocent people?”
you huffed, standing. “i know you know that i never said that. i’m saying that in the back of my mind, it would be nice, just once, for a selfish man to decide that i’m all he wanted. it would be nice to know that i don’t always have to carry the weight on only my shoulders.”
he didn’t say anything then, staying planted on his seat on the floor. he twisted the bottle in his hands and listened to you.
“if i’m being honest with myself…” you began, swallowing your heavy statement. “i would prefer if they saved the innocents, but only so i could die, as i probably would falling in that situation, with a clear conscience. all i’m saying is… it’s a heavy fucking burden always doing things so i don’t feel guilty.”
you walked away then, not muttering a goodbye. frank didn’t say anything either. you heard him raise the bottle to his lips once more before you shut your bedroom door behind you.
it would be an hour or so before you heard a gentle knock on your door. there was no yelling or screaming outside, so you were grateful to hear there was no imminent danger present. in your tiny pajamas, you answered the door to find none other than frank. he was leaning against a wall in the hallway that led to your door, only a couple feet from you.
he didn’t say anything when you came face to face with him. he just stared at you, placing all of his focus on your confused face. it would be a few moments of silence before he finally stepped closer to you, and placed a calloused hand on your face.
you froze. frank castle never touched you, especially in that way.
“wanna know my type?”
you stared at him and swallowed thickly. your lips parted to whisper, “sure.”
“an escape,” he whispered back. “i know what you meant by always having the dark cloud of duty hanging above your head, ready to kill any moment of peace you happen to get your damned hands on. i’ve done everything i’ve ever done for the people i loved, and i know the only way for me to experience any fuckin’ joy is with another person.”
his dark eyes held your gaze, and you soon grew lost in them and his words. you swiped your tongue across your lips and stepped closer. you could feel frank’s breath on your chin, but you couldn’t breathe. his scent, his stare, and his fucking words were more intoxicating than any alcohol you had before.
“you want an escape, frank?” you softly asked, eyes darting to his lips.
“i do,” he stated, before he lowered his head and kissed you.
his free hand immediately came up to the other side od your face and pressed against your cheek. there, he held you in the palms of his hands as you rested your hands on his thick, muscled chest. his lips were dry and cracked, but you didn’t care. the fire that brewed from his affection was enough to fill any of the cold, dark, and lonely places inside of you and you greedily drank from anything he offered.
“you want someone to want you, darlin’?” he asked in between kisses.
you hummed in agreement, not wanting to break apart your kiss for anything — even words.
“can’t get you out of my head, sweetheart,” he spoke, dipping his tongue into your mouth. “need to feel those long legs around me.”
you whimpered at his words, letting his tongue dance with yours. you could taste the heineken on his tongue and savored every bit. “please, frank… i need to feel you so badly.”
“i’ve got you, darlin’.” he picked you up by the backs of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around him. the pads of frank’s finger tips dug into your flesh and a warmth spread throughout you. “those fuckin’ legs.”
you would’ve giggled, but you were too consumed with the very touch of frank to even care. you pulled at his shirt and threw it over his head, sad to break the kiss for even a second. you immediately went to his neck and began to nip at the thick skin, causing a growl to rumble in the deepest parts of his rib cage.
“y’drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he grunted. “sweetest fuckin’ kisses.”
“oh, frank…” you moaned against his neck before he threw you onto the bed. you turned over onto your back to face him. he locked eyes with you as he stood over you, muscles naturally flexed as he undid his belt. your mouth watered at the sight of the fucking man before you, taking off his belt for only you. the way his shoulders, pectorals, and arms worked in the dim light of your room… that man would be the death of you. you hissed, “you’re such a tease.”
he smirked at that, throwing the belt somewhere in the distance. “think you’ve just never been with a real man before,” he replied, before engulfing you into another kiss.
frank’s hand dipped into your shorts and immediately went for your slit. your body fucking sang at finally being touched the way you needed to be as you arched your back into frank, his chest pressed against yours. when frank began to run rough circles around your clit, nothing could hold back your moans or him swallowing them whole.
“only took off my belt, and this is how wet you get?” he asked, biting down on your neck. his long, thick middle finger dipped inside of you as his thumb worked at your clit. he tapped against your upper wall and you keened into his touch, whimpering his name. “now i know it’s the men before me. barely doing a fuckin’ thing and i’ve got you like this.”
you nodded pathetically, just wanting him to continue. “it feels so good,” you gasped, bucking your hips into his hand. “please, please — don’t stop, frank.”
he leaned over and pressed his chest against yours before his lips found your neck once more. his kisses were wet and sloppy, and there was nothing better than feeling the weight of a strong man above you working at your needy pussy. his rough movements against your sensitive skin were sending you into a frenzy as if nothing mattered in the world besides frank — your world started and ended there. your body felt hot — steaming from everything this man was doing for you with barely any effort. your whimpers and gasps fueled frank’s movements as if he couldn’t get enough of them.
“such a good girl f’me,” he said before he bit down on your neck and kissed the spot. “y’get so worked up, i want to see what it’s like when you fall apart.”
“i’m so close, frank…” your voice was hoarse and full of lust, and you were about to break any moment.
“that’s it, baby, yeah,” he spoke, slipping a second finger inside of you. “cum all over these fingers baby. let me taste you after.”
“fuck, fuck, fuck —!”
your world came crashing down onto you. your strength was no match for frank’s, but with the way your back arched and body curled into him, your chests both rose off the bed. he wrapped a strong arm underneath the curve of your back as you fucking sobbed his name, holding you to him and supporting your weight.
“that’s it, darlin’,” he grunted against your ear. “yeah — that’s it. keep cumming for me, fuck…”
your hands grabbed at his thick biceps and you grew lost in his movements against the most sensitive parts of you that never ceased. your hips were rolling in circles with his fingers and your vision went hazy.
“so beautiful like this f’me,” he groaned. “might be mean and not let you stop.”
“fuck, frank,” you cried, whimpering for him. your body fell limp against his arm, and he lowered your bodies back down to the bed. during your comedown, frank kissed at your neck as his free hand ran up and down your body. his other hand continued to rub against your pussy and it was driving you fucking crazy. “let me ride you — please.”
your voice was full of desperation, and frank smirked down at you. he slipped his fingers out of you and rolled off of you onto the bed. you tugged his pants down to his thighs, not wanting to waste any time. you were so greedy, but he didn’t care. he smirked as he watched you pull down your tiny shorts. you straddled him, pressing his chest to yours, as you sank down onto his thick cock.
“my fucking god —“ you gasped, your pussy stretching around him.
frank immediately grabbed your throat and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight. he placed the tips of his fingers in his mouth, and tasted your juices that remained on his skin. there you were, impaled on his cock, hovering over him as you watched the most sensual thing you had ever seen him do. his dark eyes were locked on yours, but your lips parted as you watched him taste you. only a smirk remained on his lips.
“sweetest fuckin’ pussy i’ve ever tasted,” he spoke. “now show me how she rides me.”
he roughly pushed you upwards so you stood up straight. the angle made a whimper leave your lips, as he was now fully inside of you and the deepest anyone has ever been. you planted a limp hand on his stomach, and began to roll your hips against his.
his calloused hands found your hips as he threw his head back against the bed. the tendons in his neck were on full display as he stretched his head back as far as he could. the pleasure he felt was spreading all throughout his body, and he couldn’t help but go taut at the feeling. you watched his mouth fall agape and his eyes close as a moan pushed passed his lips.
the pads of his fingers dug into your hips and pushed you forward and back. even his fingers were strong and had control over you, and you couldn’t help but willingly give everything over to him. your whines filled the room, getting lost in your own pleasure with him. there was nothing like the sight of being thrown into vulnerable pleasure with the man under you, succumbing to your touch.
“fuckin’ god —“ he moaned, raising his head back up to keep his eyes locked on where your bodies connected. “never felt so fuckin’ good.”
his hoarse voice caused you to move faster as you ground your hips against his. his hands were rough and desperate as they pulled you up, down, back and forth — until you didn’t know which way was anything. all you knew were the directions of frank’s hands, and you followed in suit as he dragged you down another road of ecstasy.
“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he groaned. “never enough for her, huh? needs more, even after what i did?”
“yes, yes,” you whimpered pathetically. “your cock feels so good, frank. so fucking good.”
“yeah, darlin’, that’s it,” he grunted, brown scrunching together. “such a good fuckin’ girl f’me.”
“fuck, frank — don’t say that,” you cried loudly, biting your lip. “feels too good when you say that — i can’t cum yet.”
he immediately reached for your neck and pulled you down to him. you gasped at his rough touch, but your hips never stopped. he bent his knees so your ass could bounce off of them, giving you more leverage. his cock curled deeper into you, hitting your cervix.
“oh my — god —“ you sobbed so close to his lips.
“nah, baby, that’s not how this works — you’re gonna take everything fuckin’ i give you,” he grunted. “i know y’want to be a good girl f’me, yeah?”
“yeah, yeah, yes —“ you were incoherent at this point, ready to tell frank anything he wanted to hear as he bucked his hips into yours. “frank, i’m so close — how —“
“love a needy pussy like this,” he spoke, pulling you closer by the throat for a kiss. “you gonna be good to me? you gonna cum around my cock?”
“fuck, yes —“ you sobbed. “i want you to cum with me, baby, fill me up.”
that set him off. he rolled both of you over before you even knew what was happening. he had you pressed against the bed, hand still around your throat. you grabbed at his arm, loving having the feeling of his strong muscles hold you down. you wrapped your legs around his back as he threw his hips into you. over, and over, he drove himself inside you.
“dirty fuckin’ girl,” he growled, biting down on the skin of where your neck and shoulder met.
that was it. that was how you crumbled a second time for frank that evening.
you fucking wailed his name.
you grabbed at every part of him you could, struggling to hold on for dear life. your body shook with convulsions as your pussy tightened around him, locking his cock in place. nothing could stop his strong hips as they continued to rut into you — riding out your second orgasm of that evening.
you fell back against the bed, fucked out and gasping for air pathetically. frank pressed several kisses to your neck before he stood up on his knees, leaving your weak body below him. you pushed yourself to your elbows with whatever strength you could muster. frank grabbed you by the hips and you watched him slam his hips into yours.
you watched his forehead scrunch as his mouth fell agape. his chin was almost tucked to his neck as his eyes never left where his cock fucked into you.
“use me just like that, baby,” you cried. “i want your cum inside me.”
his strong, trim body went taut as his orgasm hit him, and you watched hungrily as the man before you fell vulnerable to the only pleasure he could allow himself these days. you watched as his conscious mind slipped further and further into the sensation until every ounce of stress and exhaustion left his face. you couldn’t help but bite your lip in pride and satisfaction — knowing that you will never see a more beautiful sight like frank castle using your body to get off.
you fucking loved selfish men.
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DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN NOW EVERYONE GO WATCH THIS SCENE -L xox
"Keep going, little one. When you're done running your mouth, I'll make sure it's shut for a long time."
Frank Adler is one of Steve Rogers' mechanics, working in silence with Curtis as they build whatever the group needs to succeed. After the Captain offered his services to ensure his niece is safe and sound- and most importantly, in his care- Frank swore his loyalty and has no problem going anywhere he's asked. Though he doesn't say much, there's only one person able to mouth off to him without a fight... and she’s seven years old.
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"Are you shitting me?” Frank mutters, seeing Curtis’ name appear on his phone. He sighs and wipes his hands off on a rag, grabbing the phone and answering. “How the hell did your bike-”
“Not me,” Curtis mutters, voice gruff as he cuts him off. “I found a car on the side of the road broken down. Can you get your truck and tow it to my place for me?”
Frank relaxes a fraction, almost breathing a sigh of relief at the news. “Why do you care about some old car?” He’s already grabbing his keys- if there’s one thing he knows, Curtis wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.
“Personal.” Curtis growls, making his message clear: back off.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm on it.” He tosses his rag aside, glancing at the boat he's been working on in the marina- Rogers is great, but he needs to be busy. Focused. Distracted.
He releases a breath when Curtis hangs up, grinning when the phone is immediately answered. “You’d better not be changing the plan on me.”
“Wouldn't dream of it,” Frank hums, cleaning up as he hears his neighbor Roberta's TV quietly in the background. “Just checking if Mary got there. I have to grab something for work, if she isn't there yet I'll drop her off.”
“She just got here, don't you worry. Me and the baby are having some girl time.” Roberta sasses, though Frank hears the smile in her voice. Ever since things were settled with his mother and Mary, things were looking up- a better job with Steve Rogers, his help with his mother's meddling, and more security… everything he needs to keep Mary safe and away from what hurt his sister.
“I won't interrupt again. Tell her hey for me.” He hangs up and hops in the truck, heading to the address Curtis sent him and hooking it up before heading back home, only sending a text to Curtis that the car was dropped off before heading over to Berg's. Frank could use a cold beer and a night of sex after a long day.
As usual, the small bar is lively- nothing too busy, but enough to keep things going without being as slammed as the other Boston bars and clubs. Sighing, Frank heads in and lifts his hand in greeting to the owner, taking the bottle of beer as he settles and glances around. Usually he enjoys finding someone to spend the night with, but too many eyes are on him, making his tense as he sees the young girls with barely anything on, acting like he's fresh meat-
There.
Quiet but still smiling, a woman sitting in the corner. She looks happy, content to blend into the walls and watch the others act crazy while she relaxes, but there's a softness in her eyes that catches his attention- a sort of innocence he wants to catch.
Frank smiles and takes the last drink before ordering two more. It's time to meet the little kitten in the corner.
…
Frank slowly opens his eyes, wincing as the sun filters in from the blinds and making him take an extra minute to get his bearings again. He immediately notices the cold sheets beside him, frowning a bit as he sees the ties still tied to the headboard. He slowly sits up, seeing the disarray from the night before- teasing touches, moaning and arching between frantic grabbing and pulling- all still there, but with no trace of the woman from last night. He can't help but smirk seeing the ripped panties on the floor, taking his time before stretching and padding to get things cleaned back up- the last thing he needs is Mary coming home before him and finding evidence like this around.
Sighing, Frank grabs some toast and his tools before starting to drive, wanting to finish the latest freelance project before things get too messy at work. Sure, Steve has him as a mechanic, but he isn't stupid. There are more than enough whispers of them tracking down the latest hit, which always means more- more men, more weapons, more cars with too many bullet holes to seem innocent, and more modifications to work on with Curtis. But it’s stable, good money, good benefits- good safety.
Frank hums and glances around the city while at the light, pausing when he sees a woman in a Berg's shirt- a bartender shirt that the owner gives out. He manages to meet her eyes before she immediately lowers her head, moving even faster to hide within the crowd.
Bingo.
Frank hums a bit as he continues the ride, mentally noting that the kitten he lost last night isn't so hidden before the phone rings, forcing him out of his thoughts as he answers. “Adler.”
“I have a new job for you,” August Walker hums, sounding completely unbothered. “A bit of a… difficult, interaction with some old friends.”
Frank smirks, parking at the marina. “More holes for me? You shouldn't have.”
“Believe me, this isn't the gift I prefer to give.” Walker mutters, the calm facade slipping a fraction. “I know you’re doing your little… project, but if you can look at it today-”
“You know I will,” Frank cuts off, still thinking about the woman he had tangled in his sheets last night. “How's your hunt going?”
As expected, Walker ignores the jab. “I have to go meet with Hansen about this new… lead of his. Tell me when it's done.” The line disconnects, and Frank chuckles as he turns the car off.
I swear imma write for majority of Seb's characters at least once. But, an anon had asked me about a month ago if I would write for Frank and here we are! I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you thought! Much love! xox
You're packing for your annual trip with Frank as you're finally glad to spend some alone time with him. Ever since he met Daphne, he's been blowing you off to hang out with her.
A knock echoes off of the walls and your heartbeat quickens. You step towards your front door and open it, a smile coming to your lips. "Frank, hey!" You greet the brunette and reach out to grip his wrist. "I'm almost ready."
"Actually," Frank starts as you begin heading back to your room, causing you to stop in your tracks. "That's what I wanted to talk about."
You furrow your brows and turn to fully face him. "What's going on?" You whisper and Frank lets out a sigh.
"I'm taking Daphne on the trip this year," he bluntly tells you, causing your lips to part in shock.
Your heart breaks in your chest, feeling the lump forming in your throat. "O-Oh, okay," you mumble before clearing your throat. "I-I… have fun I guess."
Frank looks down at you and notices the sadness in your eyes. He goes to say something when you walk away from him. A sigh leaves his lips as your bedroom door slams shut.
He walks closer to your room, hearing your cries through the wooden door. Frank's heart clenches in pain and slowly closes his eyes.
"Y/N," he calls out your name and knocks gently on the door.
"Go away, Frank," you cry while sitting in the corner of your room, wiping the tears off of your face.
You couldn't believe that he's leaving you behind for her. A woman he met almost five months ago. You glance towards the picture of you and Frank that's framed on your nightstand and more tears slide down your cheeks.
The door to your bedroom opens and you glance towards the bearded man. "I don't get it," you whisper to him, hugging your knees closer to your chest. "W-We're best friends… t-this trip is our tradition!"
Frank steps closer to you and crouches. "I know, I know. I'll make it up to you, I promise," he mumbles and you shake your head.
"Then why are you taking her?" You ask him, looking into his blue eyes. "I-I haven't seen you in weeks."
"She's going through some stuff," he tells you and a scoff leaves your lips. You shake your head as he reaches out to you.
You swat at his hand. "Don't touch me," you growl while rolling your eyes. "Sure, she's going through some stuff, but what about what I'm going through?!"
Frank runs his hand through his hair, letting out a sigh. "What's going on?" He asks, clasping his fingers together.
"I've been abandoned by my best friend," you cry out and sniffle. "Someone who's been my friend for years just upped and left for some girl they hardly know."
"I didn't abandon-"
You roll your eyes and pick yourself up from the floor. "You did, Frank. I-" you cut yourself off and let out a heavy sigh. "I've loved you for so long, Frank. I-I can't keep doing this."
He stares down at you, feeling his heart beating quickly in his chest. "Yo-You love me?" Frank whispers and you give him a small smile.
"I do, yeah," you mutter and slap your hands against your thighs. Silence fills the room and you tuck your hair behind your ear. "You should get going. Daphne's probably waiting for you."
You walk past Frank, your shoulder gently colliding against his. His hand catches your wrist before pulling you back towards him. Your hands rest on his chest, your breath hitching in your throat as you glance up at him through your lashes.
Frank leans down and nudges his nose against yours. He goes to kiss your lips when you move your head to the side, his lips landing on your cheek instead.
"Y/N-"
"You can't do that to me," you mutter sadly, taking a couple of steps back. "You should go."
His eyes cast down to the floor and Frank nods his head. "I'm sorry," he whispers before walking out of your place.
Tears well up in your eyes and press your lips together. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you sit down on the edge of your bed, glancing towards your suitcase.
-
Frank glances towards the woman sitting next to him as he drives along the coastline. She smiles at him while grabbing a hold of his hand.
"Thanks for bringing me on this trip, Frank," Daphne mutters while squeezing his right hand. "I really needed it."
He nods his head in response, not saying anything else. All Frank can think about is what you said when he broke the news to her. She loves me… he thinks to himself before letting out a quiet sigh.
"You okay? You've been quiet," she asks him while scooting closer to him, lacing her fingers with his.
"I'm fine," Frank mutters and Daphne leans forward to kiss his neck. His blue eyes stay on the road when her hand finds itself unbuckling Frank's jeans.
Daphne pulls away for a hot second, her hand slipping into his jeans. "You want some relief maybe?" She asks and Frank quickly looks down at her.
"I-" Frank cuts himself off, not knowing what he wants anymore. He'd gladly have sex with Daphne again, but after your confession… he's not sure what he wants.
He clears his throat and grabs a hold of her hand, pulling it from his pants. The brunette lets out a huff and slides back into her original seat, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What's gotten into you, Frank?" Daphne mutters, her eyes looking over his facial expression. "You'd let me give you a handjob easily before."
"I'm not in the mood, okay?" Frank snaps, narrowing his eyes at the woman. He pulls the vehicle over before quickly getting out, needing to clear his head.
He runs his fingers through his hair as he looks out at the ocean. He's been in this very spot with you almost two summers ago. Guilt begins to course through Frank's veins as he leans against the railing.
Frank pulls his phone from his pocket and quickly dials your number.
You lay on Frank's couch, nuzzling your face into his pillow as you stare at nothing. Tears stream down your cheeks as you think about the good times the two of you had together.
Your phone vibrates against the coffee table and you lift your head slightly, seeing Frank's name on the screen. You sniffle while sitting up, grabbing the device from the table before answering it.
"Hello?" You mumble and grab the pillow beside you.
Frank's eyes flutter shut at the sound of your voice, his hand gripping the rail until his knuckles turn white. "Hey, Y/N," he whispers into the phone, hoping it was loud enough for you to hear.
"Why are you calling me, Frank?" His heart clenches at your words and gently scratches at his beard.
"I-I missed you. I'm so sorry. I really screwed up," he tells you as his eyes glance back out at the ocean.
Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes widen. "Frank, where's Daphne?" You ask him, your fingers digging into the soft pillow, his scent from it filling your nose.
"She's in the car. I had to pull over… I can't stop thinking about you," he confesses to you, causing your heart to pound against your chest.
Tears freely slide down your cheeks as it grows quiet between the two of you. "I-"
"Frank, come on! Can we go, please? We've been here for almost fifteen minutes!" Daphne yells and you pull your phone away from your ear a bit.
Frank glances behind him, seeing the brunette looking over at him with an annoyed expression on her face. A sigh leaves his lips and gets ready to say goodbye to you when you speak up.
"Come home," you whisper into the phone, causing Frank's chest to clench. "Tell her you forgot you had an appointment or something. I- please come home."
You're full-on crying again, wanting nothing more to be wrapped up in Frank's arms. You squeeze your eyes shut as you wait for him to say something.
"I gotta go, Y/N," he says before hanging up the phone.
Your heart breaks in your chest, the phone slipping from your fingers. You lay back down on the couch and sob into the pillow, wishing everything between you two would go back to normal.
-
Frank pulls into his driveway before resting his forehead against the steering wheel. It takes him a minute to step out of the vehicle. He grabs his bag from the trunk before making his way to the front door of his place.
He unlocks his front door, stepping into the place, and drops his bag to the floor. Frank glances around the room, his blue eyes widening upon seeing you sleeping on his couch.
You clutch the pillow in your hands as a small whimper leaves your lips. He walks over to his couch before crouching beside you. A sigh leaves his lips as he reaches his hand out to you, moving some of your hair out of your face.
Frank smiles softly as your eyes flutter open. A light gasp leaves your lips and you quickly sit up. "Frank?" You whisper, resting your hand on his face. "I-You're here…"
"I'm here," he mutters, leaning into your touch. Frank can see the tears welling up in your eyes and a smile coming to your lips. His fingers wrap around your wrist before pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand.
Your lip quivers and you move to wrap your arms around his neck. "I miss you," you whisper into his ear, your eyes falling shut. "I miss you so much, Frank."
Frank wraps his arms around your waist, tugging your body closer to his. "I miss you too, Y/N. I'm so sorry for ditching you constantly. I hope you can forgive me," he mutters while running one of his hands up and down your back.
You pull away from him and comb your fingers through his hair. "I can," you whisper and give him a small smile. Frank rests his forehead against yours before completely pulling you off of the couch.
You're straddling his lap as Frank leans his back against the coffee table. You rest your hands against his shoulders as the brunette leans forward to kiss your collarbone.
Your heart flutters in your chest as you move your hands to his cheeks, lifting his face. "I love you," you tell him and Frank's grip on you tightens.
"I love you too, Y/N," he smiles softly, admiration swimming in his blue eyes.
You lean in and smash your lips against his. A short moan leaves Frank's lips as he kisses you back immediately, his hands gliding up your sides. Your fingers card through his hair, tugging gently on the ends of it.
Frank bucks his hips up into you, causing a moan to slip past your lips. You pull away from the bearded man and you breathe heavily. His eyes meet yours and your breath hitches in your throat.
One of his hands moves to your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin gently before he's pulling you in for another kiss. Frank's tongue slips into your mouth to deepen the kiss as he's got a firm grip on the back of your neck.
You grind your hips against his and feel him hardening beneath you. "D-Do you want me?" You stutter out after abruptly pulling away, casting your eyes down at him.
"So badly," Frank whispers while slipping your shirt off. Your chest heaves rapidly as you watch his eyes roam over your chest.
Frank drags his tongue across the tops of your breasts as you run your hands through his hair. Small noises leave his lips while his fingers tug your bra straps down, exposing your breasts to him.
He looks up at you through his lashes before wrapping his lips around your nipple. You moan out as Frank's teeth tugs at your nipple.
"Fuck, Frank-" you groan as his fingertips dug into your ass cheeks. "Fuck me, please."
"I got you, baby," he mutters while flipping you around, your back resting against the hardwood flooring. "I got you."
You and Frank lay on the floor next to each other, silly grins plastering on both of your lips. You bring your hand up to his face and gently rub his chin. Frank's smile widens as you feel his beard scratching against your fingers.
"I love you. I'm so sorry," he whispers and moves his head to kiss your fingers.
Your heart flutters in your chest as you scoot closer to him. "It's okay, Frank," you tell him as he wraps his arms around you.
He chuckles when you press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Frank scrunched his face before nuzzling into your neck. "I'll make it up to you for months, I swear. Whatever it takes," he mentions, feeling the vibrations of his voice against your neck.
"Well, the first thing you could do is grab me a blanket. I'm freezing," you giggle, causing Frank to snort.
"Hold on," he mutters and presses a sloppy kiss to your lips before springing up from the floor.
You watch as Frank quickly turns on the fireplace. You bite your lip as he runs around his house naked, holding in your laughter.
He brings out two blankets from his room, setting one down on the floor in front of the warmth. "Frank! I'm over here!" You laugh, causing the brunette to shush you.
"I'm bringing you over here, hold on!" He grins while setting the extra blanket down before walking back towards you. "C'mon, baby."
You grab ahold of his hand and pull yourself off of the floor. A shiver runs down your spine as a slight draft brushes your skin. You lay back down in front of the fireplace as Frank grabs the blanket from beside you.
"Now it's all romantic," he grins while laying beside you, covering both of you up.
You smile up at him, noticing the pink hue dusting his cheeks. "You're really cute," you tell him.
Frank leans in and nudges his nose with yours. "Anything for my girl," he whispers before placing a soft kiss on your lips. "You… you are my girl, yeah?"
Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much as you nod your head yes. "Of course I am," you whisper while resting your head against his chest. "I always will be."
it’s not like he really minds, honestly. the motions are familiar from repetition. if he closes his eyes, he can see his grandmother’s hands twist around a pair of chopsticks instead of his, see her mouth blow steam off the ladle and taste the sauce.
watch closely, fai, she had told him. and he had. he’d watched and learned and cooked it himself until she gave her nod of approval.
that had meant the world to him then, at eight. now that frank’s sixteen, he thinks that it would still be worth all the approval held in the world.
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