Frank Castle stuffing his fingers in my mouth so he doesn't have omto hear me say mean things abt myself >>>>
apologies, this was only supposed to be something that I respond to with my own thoughts etc, but got really carried away🫣😦🥴 does this count as kinky comfort???
REPEAT IT
frank castle x implied fem reader, 631 words, comfort
frank doesn’t much like it, the way your brain works. it’s not something that he necessarily tries to stop or prevent, rather acclimate to. he knows there’s nothing he can say that can penetrate deep enough to make a difference in the way you see yourself, but it doesn’t mean it should be something he disregards entirely.
he catches you sometimes, catches you in the morning getting ready in the mirror, or in the bathroom while you’re unwinding for the evening. sometimes you’re much better at hiding, others not so much.
frank knows there are certain times where you’re most fragile, where you’re particularly sensitive to your own reflection. typically, after the shower.
he catches on from outside the bedroom, the door ever so slightly ajar as he listens to you sigh and puff and exhale in front of where he presumes to be the mirror. everything screams out to you: your skin, the way your nose looks in this angle, your thighs, your stomach, your arms — all of it, you, whatever it is your mind can pick at, it picked at.
you hear the floorboard creek from outside the room, a cause of frank, and it’s then you wrap your towel tighter around yourself. you make your way to your vanity dresser and take a seat, pretending nothing out of the ordinary to be happening this side of the door.
you sit in front of the mirror, forced to look at yourself and pretend nothing to be the matter as frank makes his way into the bedroom — footsteps heavy as he draws in closer and closer.
“who were you talkin’ to?” he asks, standing behind you, quirking a brow.
“huh?” you play dumb, avoiding his eyes in the reflection as you busy your hands with your face cream.
he rests either hand on your shoulders, palms rough and grounding as he pushes down on them. he shakes his head at you, not buying your coy ignorance.
"cos, I know you weren't sayin' all that to yourself."
"what?" you deflect. "I don't even—"
“repeat it,” he directs, giving you a nod in the mirror.
“what? no.”
“repeat it.”
he gives you a stern look, one that tells you that he’s very unlikely to ask again. one hand runs from your shoulder and up the length of your neck, palm settling at the base of your throat as it continues to slowly itch upwards.
“I said…” you stall, seemingly struggling to say it aloud with another set of ears present. “um…my body—“
though before you can actualise it, verbalise it, franks hand covers your mouth, blocking your words.
“… is sexy,” he completes your sentence. "is beautiful."
you deject it and muffle against it, against the salt of his palm.
though he accommodates your lack of acceptance and slips his two middle fingers into your mouth — the act an effort to completely hinder the chance for you to oppose it further.
he lowers behind you, reaching for your ear as he looks at you in the mirror.
“no more of that,” his eyes narrow, expression growing rigid, as if to make you really listen to what he has to say. “you hear me?”
you only look at him, completely surprised by these new tactics of his. you don’t know what to say, nor do you know how to respond. and so you give him a nod.
he slips his fingers out from your mouth and holds them several centimetres away from you. “understand?”
you swallow thickly. “yeah,” you reply, response coy.
he places either hand on the sides of your head and tilts it back, pulling you backwards so he can see your face. your eyes. he thumbs over your cheeks within his hold and lowers to speak against your lips.
Until you’ve bled from your penis for three to seven days straight…for your…entire life…since you were young enough to care until you’re too old to care anymore, and built with your actual insides, then also, painfully, like immeasurably painful, passed a ten pound, watermelon-sized human being from your inwards, don’t come at me like you know more about life or my body than I do.
Frank with a weird little sidekick who tags along to team ups cuz shit is really really reallllyyyy bad and everyone is like "???????" because WHO IS THAT? And Frank does NOT care to explain or elaborate. The most he can give is your name and nothing else. And everyone has to pretend everything is normal while Frank is getting fussed over by reader or something a little strange considering his 'The Punisher' reputation.
(using she/her pronouns but can easily be glossed over/ adjusted for preference)
so sorry that this has been swept under the rug!!! idk why ive only just replied to this!!
I loooove the idea of her being like this really quiet and stoic and slightly uncomfortable person to be around but with a HELL of a shot. omg imagine if she’s actually the sweetest but turns it off when she’s working and is then the most blank, hardest person to read. and the only thing she reveals is her name (but it’s not her real name maybe a code name) and that’s all that they can know. like to think she’s going frank a favour and bc of who he is he gets the need for anonymity
so imagine right she’s really hard to read and no one seems to get her and she’s stoic and has no reaction to the absolute shit show going on but when he’s frank injured (even if just a little bit) she’s fussing over him and no one knows how to respond. especially bc he’s the big bad punisher😝😛🤤
Hi I was wondering since I think you do platonic writing cause you did younger sister to Peter quill headcanons
Can I request Frank Castle x teenage daughter reader headcanons ❤❤
hii!! yes ofcc!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
FRANK AS YOUR DAD HC’S
frank castle x teenage daughter reader
im gonna say you're an only child, just for the sake of the hc's. maybe also, it's just you and frank, so no mum in the picture (though you're welcome to think opposite)
so..
— no matter how old you are, you're still his little girl. you'd always be his little girl
— you'd be the light of his life, his reason for living. you're the only one he cares about, and if he lost you, he'd have nothing
— he gets a little too overprotective, shielding you. maybe excessively so
— has to meet every guy you date. makes them come to the door when they pick you up. probs something about them having to call him sir. def does that thing where he asks their intentions. maybe tries to scare them off. I imagine you running upstairs to get your bag, and your date and frank are left downstairs, and frank's just staring him down and being intimidating, waiting for him to run out and leave
— as you're leaving, he'd say, "I know what boys like that are like. be careful princess," your bf would just gulp, kinda shitting himself, and you'd be like, "dad! I'll be fine," (bc you've heard it all before. maybe you're saying the words same time as him) then he'd shout to said bf as he's getting in the car, "have her back by 10, or I'll break your neck," something like that, but not so corny
— he's very strict with curfew, no later than 10pm. but it's not to punish you, just out of fear etc
— he finds it hard to let you be a teenager, to let you out. he knows that he can't protect you from everything, and needs to let you spread your wings, but it's hard - he's getting there though !! he's got better at it
— he's def taught you how to take care of yourself across many aspects so that you never have to rely on someone: how to change a tire, how to fix a part on a washing machine, how to use a gun, how to fight, how to change oil. all the things you need in life, he's taught you
— maybe car stuff isn't your thing, but you go along with it as you don't want to upset him. so every sunday, you're both in the garage working on his old car (but it's actually a gift he's gonna give you when it's done)
— you have takeouts every saturday night, watching crappy tv at the same time. maybe you wanna watch your show, and he doesn't, saying how he “doesn't wanna watch that shit,” but you tell him, “too bad,” and put it on. he'd secretly enjoy it. maybe asking if after dinner you wanna stay downstairs and watch another ep, saying how the tv's bigger blah blah, but it's actually so he can watch more
— he says things like "don't you love your old man?" when he asks you to do something you don’t wanna do
— he def shouts up the stairs to you if your music is too loud, "for the love of christ. turn that shit down,"
Hey, love your work! I just worked a crappy night shift where a coworker grabbed me from behind 😗✌🏻 no one seems to think it’s that big a deal, so the only solace I have is in imagining how Dex and/or Frank would react if reader came home at 1:00/2:00 AM completely disassociated because of what happened. Like, the protectiveness! The possessiveness! The jealousy! And I just know that neither of them would stand for any of that “well maybe it wasn’t a big deal” crap from reader. Sorry, this is super self-indulgent. Feel free to ignore haha
im so thankful you wanted me to expand on this, that means a lot that you chose me. I don't want to make you feel worse, but this IS a big deal and im sorry that no one else seems to think so too. I have no idea how you'd go about this, but maybe log it and keep note of it and their behaviour etc for the future. you shouldn't be made to feel uncomfortable or unsafe while working. sending lots of love!!
I think these two guys are the perfect choice for something like this bc they use violence and are more than comfortable with using it to enforce a point. and like you said, they will not stand for "it's fine" "it's not a big deal thing" bc they'd make it MORE of a deal than it is
I think each would start the same, maybe they're in the living room waiting up for you bc they don't sleep so good without you, especially if you're out this late. they need to know you're back before they can even think of sleep (these are separate situations but they start similar)
dex:
I think dex has maybe gotten into attempts of healthy habits so maybe he's got a yoga mat on the floor and is stretching/ winding down for the night. or he could be polishing his knives but I prefer the first more. it's dim and a few lamps are on. he can hear your keys from outside the apartment door so he's already looking your way. or even he was tracking your route home with an app on his phone so he knows your exact whereabouts. he'd notice that you won't greet him or turn to look at him. and you put your bag and outerwear down on the floor but you'd be stuck by the door. you don't move or say anything or look at him. he'd be repeating your name to get your attention but it doesn't work so he'd walk over. he'd be very blunt and cold with it, like "who did this?" "what happened?" to get to the point. you'd be like "nothing" and he'd say "no" like very matter of factly. and he'd go "tell me what happened. it's not nothing" then you'd tell him what happened. he'd say "who?" and you'd shake your head and he'd then list your coworkers names until he'd notice your expression change. then he'd repeat the name and when you don't say anything he'd nod and walk away and head into the bedroom. you're like "what are you going to do?" bc you're a little worried of that lol. and he'd collect his gear and walk towards the door and kiss your cheek goodbye
frank:
I think frank would be cleaning his guns or something or maybe watching crap on the tv. maybe you come home to the apartment but you walk right past him and go into the bathroom and lock the door. he'd be calling your name and going "what? nothing?" bc you didn't kiss him like you usually do or even greet him. you don't reply to him so he's hopping off that sofa and is BRISK reaching the bathroom door. he's pounding on it and yanking the handle bc he doesn't like the idea of you locking yourself away, especially after the way you came home (just enforces that something happened) he's all like "what happened?" "baby? you okay?" "answer me" and each time his tone changes and he sounds more desperate/ worried. you'd be like "nothing happened, it's nothing" but he doesn't buy it and is like "open this door before I do" that sorta thing but not like that. you don't question him bc you know he'd do it. so you open it and maybe you're sat on the toilet lid or side of the bath and you're visibly upset and distressed. he'd pry it out of you eventually but you'd say "why? what are you gonna do?" and he'd be like "I just wanna talk to them"
I think they'd both lead with revenge/ vengeance/ payback before even comforting you. they're not wired that way I believe. maybe you're in bed when they come back and they just get into bed beside you and they don't say ANYTHING and you don't either, mainly bc you don't even wanna know what happened. they'd come up behind you and cuddle you and that would be that. they don't talk about it, even though you'd probably have a very clear idea
I don't even wanna acknowledge the typos or inaccuracies in this, im writing this on direct from my inbox hunched over my laptop with screaming back pain lol
