#frankiethoughts

[justanaverageteenageheroine]

[ghoulishhx]

flashing boyfriend!frank castle on facetime :3 18+ MDNI

a/n: a liv post in the lord's year 2026??? its more likely than you think!!! anyway hey I missed yall and im sorry for the hiatus.. lowk dk if im still IN said hiatus but I just wanna say ily all and thank u for still liking and reblogging my stuff :3 mwah enjoy this lil one shot i wrote while listening to slayyter trying not to die in this heatwave

☆ (gif ethically sourced from my soulmate @nogoodbee as perrr)

freaky phone sex with our man below the cut

with your boyfriends line of work, its understandable the seemingly endless nights alone start to get to you.

you sigh as you emerge from your bed and head to the bathroom, ready to wash up ready for another lonely night. as you squeeze the toothpaste onto your brush your eyes catch a glimpse of the calendar on the cabinet, the one you use primarily to track your cycle and ovulation.

"that makes a lot of sense." you sigh as your suspicions are correct, and today is your peak ovulation day, if it wasn't already obvious by the almost hard to ignore wet patch in the gusset of your cotton panties, the way your breath would hitch and your stomach doing the thing everytime he sent a message checking up on you.

if only frank was here, he knows what to do with you when you're this needy, keeping you up for hours as he feasts on your cunt as if he were starving, or keeping you trapped beneath him as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with his tongue circling your nipple whispering the most sinful things into your body...

mid daydream you realise you've texted him,

"hey frankie.. you awake?"

"Course I am baby, everything okay?"

"yeah they are my love. just miss you is all x"

"Miss you more mama. How's your day been?"

the pet name makes you throb, 'pathetic' you think to yourself as you toss your phone back onto the bed as you sit on the edge, exasperating a desperate sigh as you glance across the room, eyes landing on your man's shirt resting on the back of your vanity chair. you rise to your feet as they seemingly move on their own towards the garment as you take it in your hands and bring it to your nose, inhaling deeply. you shudder as the smell of his musk fills your nose, franks scent making you whine into the fabric as your desperate heat throbs at the thought of him. god you need him, so fucking bad..

you dont think before you move swiftly, stripping down from your pyjamas and wrapping the tshirt around your pillow as you straddle it, your slick instantly soaking through the shirt as you whine, rubbing your needy cunt across the fabric. it's almost as if youre possessed, the way you scramble for your phone so desperately, opening your facetime app and ringing him.

"shit sweetheart, you okay? never responded to my text-"

in any other situation youd feel bad for making frank worry so much, but your desire blinds you as you mewl at the sound of his voice, cutting off his anxieties as the sight for sore eyes that he is looking at you through the screen on your phone.

"frankieee..."

"what is it baby? you hurt? whats goin on?" frank springs into action, not fully understanding the situation just yet.

you giggle as you pan the camera lower, revealing yourself in full to him. the way your free hand desperately tugs at your exposed nipple, the rolls of your stomach moving in tandem with your hips as your visibly soaked cunt defiles his clothing, the sheen of sweat coating your thick thighs as you straddle and squeeze at the pillow below you. you watch the way Frank's pupils dilate and jaw goes slack, hypnotised by you and your body.

"need you so bad frankie.." your voice captivating like a siren as you moan and whine down the microphone, "so fucking wet for you baby, can't- can't stop."

"my poor girl, so fuckin' needy" the punisher coos at you, adjusting himself and his now aching cock on the camera, squeezing at his obvious bulge for you through his grey sweats "can't wait 2 days for me to come home, huh?"

you whine at the sight before you, embarrassing noises erupting from your mouth and sticky pussy filling his microphone like a symphony. "I miss you so- fuck so much baby. c-couldnt help m'self" you hiccup as your engorged clit catches deliciously on the fabric.

"shh shh sweetheart, its okay" he whispers as he reaches beneath his boxers and releases his dripping cock, showing the camera as he squeezes at the shaft before taking a bead of precum from his tip with his finger and spreading it around his girth. "make y'self feel good f'me, yeah? be a good girl doll, does it feel good?"

"mhmm.." you moan as you move the camera to your tits, your nipples peaked and flushed as you grab at your breasts as you flash him "wish y-you were here frank.. wish y-you were fillin' me up.. making me yours.. I miss you so b-bad.."

"all mine baby. just you wait doll face," he groans, fucking his fist at the sight of you, eyes rolling to the back of his head

"second im home sweetheart, y'ain't leaving that bed yeah? gonna make ya feel so good, show just how much.. how much I missed ya too.. so fuckin' sweet f'me, givin' me such a pretty show.. luckiest bastard alive." his words make you moan, orgasm imminent as your slick completely drenches his shirt and your pillow, panning your camera even lower to your heat.

"s-so close frank, fuck"

"thas it doll, cum for me sweet thing. dont you fuckin' stop. my pretty girl, always so good f'm, so needy for your frankie... shit 'm almost there too, gonna fill ya up so good when 'm home doll, gonna feel me f'days...."

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Thinking about setting up Christmas decorations with Frank.

Just a little teeny ramble today; writers block has my ass again but i really wanted to get something out for Frankie since I've been v Miller centered recently ik <3

Warnings?: mostly fluffy w the slightest grief mention

About the two of you decorating a tree thats a little lopsided but has all that perfect character to make it unique. Frank, ever the man with the delecasy of an elephant, who struggles looping those tiny ornament strings around the branches; whilst you guide and grin and giggle.

You trail tinsel around the apartment, along windowsills and door frames, hang a branch of fake mistletoe you know will catch you out every time to Franks glee. You even manage to jazz up the bookshelf with some snowglobes and that one reindeer statue you'd bought so many Christmases ago but always made you smile.

While Frank huffs and puffs as he gets caught up in strands of tangled lights. He cant hide his amusement however when you try to help and only make it worse; taking him back to where he started. He doesn't get mad, just a little grumbly.

The tunes you hum along to play on Franks old radio in the kitchen, nostalgia brightening the place with something fond, even as the clock ticks away hours into the evening. Until soon enough the box of decorations is empty and the place is lit with twinkling lights and the moon peering through the window. Its then and only then does Frank help you place the topper on the tree, kissing you passionately before your feet even hit the ground again.

And in the hours later, after a warming dinner and wrapped in comfort on the couch, does everything glimmer with that sparkle of something more. Curled against him you share stories of years passed over cups of cocoa and coffee. Your eyes might mist over with tears at certain memories, Franks too as he tentatively lets his shoulders drop with yours.

The grief of those moments, of the people and years passed, is so wildly different for each of you and yet so uniting in its melancholy.

Franks hand so big and warm against you as he reaches to lace them together, gentle and grounding against your thigh. Offering those squeezes, the ones that let you know wordlessly you are loved, also let the pair of you know neither of you are alone. Not under those cosy string lights, or the beneath same sparkling moon.

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Omg hi I love your writing and blog!! I saw your post about Frank calling reader mama aaaannnnddddd it’s made me completely feral ever since. I cannot look at his man without hearing him call me mama (so thank you for that).

Do you have anymore input on this concept? 👀🫶🏻

Oh my darling do i!!! Im SO very sorry for the delay in responding to this also!

So, i offer you, my fellow truther, two more frank calling reader mama concepts. One soft fluffy and one smutty (with a tinnnnnny smidge of breeding kink)

Lil Mama

Warnings?: frank being handsy, calling reader mama, loving frank and bashful reader, piv smut, leglocking smidge of breeding kink.

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You stand at the bathroom mirror, eyes focused as you apply the last few flicks of mascara. Soft skin glowing, lips a decadent shade. You see frank pottering in the bedroom behind you, checking over the windows, turning the softly glowing lamp off ready for you both to leave. You were going to see a movie, perhaps grab some food afterwards, usual date night shenanigans.

He leans a large bicep on the doorframe once he's done, just as your eyes flit over the curves of your body, wrapped up in the dress you know frank loves. A loud playful whistle echoing around the tiles as he finally steps in.

"Well shit sweetheart...You know how pretty you look right now?"

His arms loop around your waist, pulling you back against his hefty frame as you giggle. Your eyes meet his in the mirror as his chin rests heavy on the bare skin peaking through the shoulder of the garment.

"Frank.." you murmer quietly, tone a little bashful from the way his gaze roams, his touch always gentle yet possessive as one finds the swell of your ass.

His lips press against your shoulder, slowly rising kisses and gently nips teased at your neck. An expression painted into a smirk you can feel pushed against you. His left hand roams from your ass, soothing over the soft plush of your tummy while his right drifts up, a palmfull of your covered tit in his grip. You squirm infront of him, skin heating, growing shy.

"Whatcha so bashful for baby?" Frank croons, deep and so rumbly it sends butterflies fluttering beneath his hands. His lips drawn up just behind your ear. "So fuckin gorgeous mama n you dont even see it"

It makes you grin in a way you can't seem to help, his gaze meeting yours with such conviction, such honesty. Frank never failing to make you feel beautiful, even in the smallest of moment or the most basic of outfits.

"Always feel it" you breathe, the words falling quiet with another press of chapped lips to your jaw.

It never matters, not to frank. You look beautiful dressed up and angelic even when dressed down, it never fails to make franks heart stutter in his chest. You take his breath away every morning he wakes up with you there besides him, cheek nestled against strong planes of him. He finds the bed hair endearing and the half asleep grumbles soothing.

"What was that lil mama?" he murmers, Wide nose nuzzling along the line he'd just pressed his adoration into.

A gentle gasp that built in your throat dislodges as he squeezes your hip urging you on, eyes locking with his in the mirror as you swallow. "Said I feel it.. Always.. With you."

"Good," he nods after a quiet moment, smoothing your dress back over with careful hands. Lips pressing against the back of your neck before he stands to full hight behind you. "Means 'm doin my job jus' right."

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"Frank, Please.. " you whimper, nails pressing crescent shapes into tanned skin, franks muscles rigid beneath your grip. Pleasure spiking hot from the base of your spine, legs adjusting to wrap around his waist as his heft melds you into the mattress.

"Please what mama?" he coos, head dipping and lips pressing soft against your forehead. slow rocks of his hips hitting so deep you want to sob. "What'd you need, tell me. Always give you anythin you want"

"You- Fuck.." you struggle, words broken, lost between another gasp or perhaps a sob, you cant be sure. Your body aching so pleasantly from the stretch of him between your thighs, arms sore from the way they hold his neck so tight. "- so deep.. Want it all.."

Franks hand drifts from beside your head, down over the peaks of your tits and the soft plush of your belly. His palm aplying a pressure that makes you keen, feeling every single delicious inch moving back and forth. "Yeah.. You just need me all up in this pretty fuckin tummy? Need it so full'a me?."

A sound breaks from your throat, somewhere between a howl and a cry, head nodding so fast its a surprise you dont give yourself whiplash.

"Want you to.. Ohmygod, Want your cum in there too frankie. Please.."

Your words make franks hips stutter, a low groan falling fron the very depths of him. His head drops against your shoulder, tilted until chapped lips find your throat.

"Cant- shit -cant say that.." he grits, hips rutting slower, knocking against your cervix, pushing the very air from your lungs. "Less you wan' me to make you a mama f'real"

The way your legs lock tightly around his lower back speaks for you, the sound of his balls, full and ever tightening, slapping against your ass speaks louder.

Then, in the most broken and gruff you've ever heard from Frank, an offering. An agreement. Spoken into the very breath you inhale as his thumb presses to the swell of your clit. "Alright' i got ya, gonna give my girl what she wants. You just take it kay? Can you do that f'me?"

You moan, mewl and arch, confirm that, yes, you can take it, against Franks lips.

Then you shatter.

His thumb working you through the burning bliss of pleasure he draws from you. Cunt tightening in rhythmic throbs around him as your nails dig and scratch his skin.

"Thats it.. Thats fuckin it. good girl, m' gonna give it to ya.. S-shit yeah 'm cumin"

His voice rumbles in the haze of your come down, weak and wild. His hips stutter more frequently, lips sloppily meeting yours the moment you feel the telltale twitch of his peak.

You both shudder at the warmth filling you, at the implications and the bliss coursing through your bloodstreams.

But Frank doesn't rush draw out, doesnt even shift his weight as he finds your gaze. The brightness in them and the lazy, glowing smile he loves so dearly. Panting the words against sweaty skin. "That what you wanted? T'Be my gorgeous girl, my lil mama?"

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frank would kiss it thru the panties mhm mhm

Oh dear anonnn you are SO fucking right!!! This is the biggest of frank things!!

It doesn't matter how it starts- slow touches and stripping eachother bare or frantic feelings and half dressed desperation. Frank is always taking that extra moment to endulge. To let you envelop his senses.

It doesnt matter how quick or slow the mood is, frank is resting down between your legs and grinning at you. Cooing and looking so.. Adoringly. Theres no shame that can come with the way he looks at you.

"Soakin through the fabric honey.. Want it that bad huh?"

"Know you're so pretty down here sweetheart?"

"Swear you're tryin to kill me with these pretty panties angel"

"Oh my poor girls all needy aint she.. Drippin into the fabric. I know.. Droolin for me as much as i am her ya know that?"

All said while his palm offers the lightest of presure as it rests on your mound. Franks lips gently pecking and laping at the fabric just barley covering your slit. Taking his time trailing over the damp spot with careful sucks until hes at your clit. The taste of you on his tongue from the slick hes pulled from you. Yet the friction isnt quite enough, teasing in intension, as he finally envelopes the covered bud into his mouth, further soaking your panties.

Infact, he'll play and spit at your covered center until the fabric rests totally soaked and your squirming. Begging and pleading in that soft tone, desperate to feel the press of his face bare against you, to feel the perfect lap of his tongue.

Between your legs is Franks favorite place to be and he always has the time, energy and enthusiasm to show it.

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angsty frank hcs? :( i think we all have our ghosts, reader might have depressive episodes, anxiety, etc. frank obviously has ptsd and canonically pushes people away. i think them getting together will be a slow burn then they both have to get used to eo's habits. i'd love for you to explore how reader would handle frank being away, constantly being worried about his safety, him self isolating, being rough and angry, etc. i do think he's so gentle and patient in a relationship but sometimes it can get meddled with the version we create of him here. canon frank is a pain to deal with it but we love him anyway hehe.

Ohhh now this is excellent, i love these kinds of questions! Fair warning i have rambled my way through this with a slightly different approach than you asked so it could be a little less headcannony?? - that being said if you'd like dialogue moments/any more thoughts to follow up on this im completely open, just lmk and i can drop another post on this!

But god, You are so right though, frank is canonically a pain in the ass- hes rough, ragged, mentally and in alot of ways physically shattered. He's lived through trauma that no person should have to and become who he is because of that.

I do certainly think, as you said, any kind of relationship built with him is slow burnt, no matter if you also live with ghosts. Infact on his side, the start of it is almost built on a foundation of reluctance? Not exactly in the way that he doesn't want it, more that he holds such a deep rooted anxiety to anyone who gets close getting hurt.

In his mind, If you get close then what? How long does the ticking clock above your head have left?

On Franks side, He knows what he brings to the table, who is he, what he does. Every single moment of his life now is spent trying to ensure what happened to Maria, his wife, the love of his life in many ways, never ever happens again. Much like his relationship with children; frank will go to the ends of the goddamn earth to protect a child caught in crosshairs.

He'll do whatever, anytime to anyone so long as they make it out. its Frank doing what he feels everyday he didnt do for his own kids, while no fault of his own. But that sight of his son and baby girl will never ever leave him, nor will the agony of it. The blood, the damage, the damn fear on what was left of them. No. Thats never happening again, no matter whos damn kid it is.

I feel Frank also drifts off into his own mind alot, blank stares toward the wall or his boots. Lost in a time thats gone but not in the slightest forgotten. Yet Frank will hell or high water feel it an insult to call it PTSD but in near every way it is.

it would take time to understand it- understand him- as a friend or even partner. For you to process what he's been through, Learn what moments he just.. Needs to be left in it and what others he needs helping through. How to approach him in a way that doesnt make him feel a mockery to those really struggling. And its those times you have to squeeze his rough hands tight and really let him have it that he is struggling. Has been from that day at the carousel and likely will always be. And yet that does not make him any less worthy of good, or of care and attention and hell, love itself.

And yeah, those talks make Frank real grumpy. Hes sharp and he's got little filter. Words will fall from his chapped lips as easy as bullets when hes in a mood and they always have the ability to hurt. To push you away and to make you really sit and question why you love him. Fuck, sometimes if makes you question of he even does love you or want you around. It's absolutely the things that set off your own insecurities, anxieties and demons.

But thats unfortunately Frank. And while it certainly is not fair how he portrays himself sometimes it's just.. Theres alot blocking that proof of care from the surface you know? Hes always thinking of what you deserve, not perhaps what you want.

But the one way frank can and does show his care is in his actions, even if his words fall sharp and hurtful. Its the way he'll bring you a tea to apologize wordlessly as you sit curled in on yourself on the couch or bring home a pastry from that bakery you always drop into down the street. It's in your favorite meals he does his damnedest to cook and helping you fold laundry. Its in the baths he runs you after sex and in the hushed drifts of his fingertips on your skin as you drift off. He still loves, while differently now of course, intensly.

And perhaps you worry, ofcourse you do. Thats what happens when you care for someone, much more so when they do what frank does. So his whereabouts and safety is 100% an argument point, you subsequently sitting up to wait by your phone or the window is another.

Its impossible to count the amount of times hes told you not to do it, to stay away from windows and keep shit locked. To not call or text. You try, you do, to compromise, to make an effort, follow all the rules he sets. Naturally it isn't that easy, not when hes radio silent for times on end or coming home battered purple an blue all over; new bullet hole shaped scars littering his skin. He tells you, drills it even, because frank finds comfort in the controll of it all.

In a way, control keeps him afloat. Lets him monitor all that can be monitored.

But, with all of that said, Frank does become more mindful of what makes you anxious or stressed. Infact the longer your relationship with him blooms the more he.. Opens up to it? So to speak?

One way this manifestats is that Frank will never let you go to bed angry. You might fight, might say things neither of you mean in the moment, but not once will he let you walk away (and, after some effort on his part, nor will he). If you need to break down then do it beside him, if you need to slap at his chest and cuss him out? Do it, he's fine.

In the time you've spent learning all of Franks habbits and quirks, hes been learning yours albeit a little more silently. One of those lessons he's learnt is that walking away causes more harm and thats always the last thing he wants. Especially when he has to leave again.

You also begin to find post it notes scattered around, little reminders or messages. Things that fill the silence while in a communication gaps.

But I could seriously yap on this all day.. So again, if you'd like any more.. I guess more thought out?? for lack of better wording? moments, then im absolutely down for it.. I think theres a whole lot of potential there!

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Not to me

Summary: just a super short lil self indulgent drabble about frank reminding you of your own strength on/after a bad anxiety day.. Basically i needed this after some stuff so..

Warnings?: vague mentions of mental health/ anxiety struggles. Post panic attack comfort ig? frank just being the ultimate comfort man.

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"Ya know.. It aint make you a burden" Frank murmers lowly, sitting besides your curled up frame resting on the bed. The sheets white knuckled in your grip still. One of his hands slowly replacing it as the other moves to tuck a stray piece of hair back. "Not to me. Not to anyone."

Your puffy eyes sit cast at the wall still, barley blinking. A heavy swirl of emotions mixing through them in a way that feels so bone deep it physically hurts. Your mind loud, telling you lies and deceit through pounding beats of your heart and waves of nausea that just.. Dont go away. Its been hours since the last anxiety attack wracked your body and yet, yet you still sit with the shame of it blistering hot in your heart.

Your face morphs, lips ready to form a scoff but frank catches it, cupping your cheek and making you really meet his eyes. Warm, rich chocolate staring fondly at you. "Dont." Frank says, sharper than perhaps the intent as his voice remains unwavering. "Dont do that. I mean it sweetheart, not your fault, n aint nothing about you a bother"

The complete sincerity in his eyes make yours water once again, lip wobbling. "I.. Im sorry.. I cant.." you whimper, throat thick and choked up. On the verge of collapse.

Franks thumbs brush your cheeks, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he shuffles himself down besides you. His large frame open and ready, pulling you in and holding on tight, to ground you when the world feels too much. Like your too much.

"Told you there aint nothin to be sorry for alright? It happens." he murmers, lips pressing to your temple gently. A hand moving to rub your back. His hold offering enough pressure to cease the trembling you hadn't even noticed still there.

"Everythings so big.. And im too.. too scared and i dont know why" you whisper, fists tightening in his shirt.

"I know sweetheart, i know." frank breathes in response. Quiet for a moment before he squeezes your bicep softly. "But its okay to be scared. Hell look at you.. Still here, still pushin, despite the fear. That means somethin'. Somethin it aint ever gonna be able to take away. My girl, Tough as nails"

You hum quietly at that, still not quite sure curled against him and still emotional. Anxietys claws slowly backing away from your heart, your throat, the longer you remain in franks grip. Soothing and comforting, helping to get you through on the days that feel too big.

Always there and always proud, ready to remind you of your own strength, no matter the inevitable wobbles along the road.

Ps- My asks/dms are always open if anyone wants to chat about anything at all. I get it, ive been there and worn the t-shirt more times than i dare count.. But you aren't alone no matter what your brain tells you. Plus, Frank loves you and so do i <3

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Hii - What would it be like if Frank dated a reader who was too oblivious when it came to affection? - like, after sex she always pulls away and goes to sleep far away because she can't stand the heat, not because she doesn't like Frank or physical touch, but because she's sensitive to temperature, sometimes touch, sometimes food selectivity.

Ooooh!! Now this is a really interesting thing to think about, i love it! Some of my favorite things to write is the different ways Frank cares for his partner sooo.. Heres some headcanony thoughts!

Warnings?: mostly soft and fluffy! Aftercare with obviously indescriptive mention of smut!

So I do feel like many of us frank writers say this but i genuinely see frank being so perceptive to these kinds of scenarios!!

Much like the actual sex, frank is always keeping track of what you seem to like or dont. And while at first Frank might be a little confused the first few times you pull back from him post sex, seeming to drift into your own bubble on the other side of the sheets, he absolutely would pay mind to the fact people need different things.

Its completely normal and natural that something that works for him in the come down, doesn't always work or help you and vice versa! So he looks for a bridge.

Frank would watch. He'd silently learn every little thing you reach for or even pad around to collect and add them to a mental note.

Slowly he'd start leaving bottles of water, perhaps a soda, maybe even some candy or treats you like, around the bedside tables. Simple but easily accessible things.

Taking all the tasks you had often gravitated to from your hands with a soft kiss pressed to your hair and a gentle "Hey aint gotta move yet..you stay there, i got it", "second drawer down, got you a couple of those candies you like" or even "you want your usual snack or feelin somethin different today sweetheart? Whatever you want"

I also believe frank would take great care with the clean up in this situation- infact it almost becomes a replacement of the close contact physical touch (actual cuddles and whatnot) if you often feel too overwhelmed sensory wise for it!

With a grumbled stretch of his muscles he's treading to the bathroom (still completely bare) and, depending on how intense things were, grabbing a pleasant temperature flannel or running a bath.

With the correct temperature flannel option hes cleaning over your skin as feather light as possible- a task for his usually heavy handed fingers. One that had taken you time to let him accomplish alone. Spit, slick, cum, sweat- anything and everything that could even begin to make you feel anymore overwhelmed or uncomfortable. Pushing your hair out of your face and hushing "almost done babydoll, i know..", "anywhere else not feelin comfortable?" and "still feelin too sensitive there sweetheart? Yeah? Alright, ill go more gentle kay? Tell me if its too much"

While with the bath hes carrying you- no if or buts. Frank will even put a shirt on just to do this if thats what you'd prefer than the press of sweaty skin. But nothing is stopping him from picking you up from that bed like a trembling legged baby deer. "Ready? Up we go, theres my princess" or "lets getcha nice n clean yeah? Made a real mess a' ya didn't i"

If you rather him help then he's absolutely going to- leaning over and cupping water over you hair, massaging in your favorite products, soaping over your skin with body wash and prasing every inch. Practically smothering you in warmed towls after and helping you dress (if thats what you'd rather do than remain bare)

Otherwise he'll give you the time alone if thats how you prefer it, choosing to change over the sheets so everything feels nice and fresh for you to nap. Perhaps even finding some movie or show you like to help lul you off.

But all in all hes taking your cues and building off of them, each situation unique to you. And like.. Frank doesn't mind in the slightest. He just wants his girl comfortable, content and taken care of; your needs are not any trouble to him.

A lil bonus thought- Perhaps you get a fan (or a blanket if you run colder) so you can indulge frank for a moment. You dont think of it a big deal when you set it up, frank never had for you so..why would it be? But It becomes the first time you've ever seen him just completely melt, the flutter of his lashes slowing as he blinks, the grumble of half asleep snores rumbling against your skin. The occasional compromise feeling even better than sex somedays.

Sigh.. You guys i love writing domestic, boyfriend frank. Its like drugs to me- Hes just everything, my beloved guy <33 more more more!!