Let me tell you about, Frank Castle....
"No "they". Him. It's one man."
That one man is Frank Castle.
Requested by: @iv-kash
He’s into you.
It’s been a long time coming, but goddamn if you’re not the sweetest, sassiest thing he’s ever had the pleasure of rescuing. He saw the way you looked so fierce even while being bound with rope and he couldn’t help but want you to be under him instead. As soon as you got free (by yourself no less, using a knife he had thrown across the room to cut yourself free.) you made it known that you weren’t to be trifled with.
Now Franks a haunted man, his past, his family, Ben, everything. But that never stopped you, if anything it made you more determined.
Whether or not Frank could see it at first glance, you were everything he needed to finally heal.
The first time you let (yes let because there was no way he was just making himself at home in your bed and heart until you were good and damn well ready) Frank into your bed, he made love to you. It was smooth, if not a little rough as if, he thought you would shatter if he stopped holding you.
So after such an act, you had unofficially but officially became his girlfriend.
Frank is protective, so when he got the text that you were going to a 50′s party, he asked for every little bit of information on where it was just to be safe, of course. But goddamn when you came home, wrapped in a silk poodle skirt and a off the shoulder blouse, he about busted a nut there. Those heels. That walk. The way it swayed around your legs when you walked up to him, just to give him a kiss. He couldn’t even stop himself and just backed you into the laundry room (because the spin cycle was on, Franks weird) and his wicked way with you. Let me reiterate: YOU get him going. Everything you do, walk, talk, smack his hand from the brownie mix you put together, gets him going. He can’t turn it off. Lingerie? Its gonna be admired for all of maybe five minutes if you’re lucky. “Oh sweetheart, I’d give you the world if I could.” He would whisper into your ear as he would grip your hips just enough, enough for you to make that little sound he likes so much. “Oh Frank you are my world.“ you’d mewl. Gods he doesn’t even know what to say to that, he can only show you how much you mean to him and how he’s in it for a long run. Because Frank would be the saddest creature if he were to not be in your favor.