Summary: Being the only Wheeler child that isn't doing anything, your mother (Mrs Wheeler) asks you to come and get her from the pool. You end up leaving with something much better.
Inspo: Stranger things s3 ep1
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"Don't forget to bring my purse, I need some money to buy food for when we get home."
"I know mom, I'll be there in like 20 minutes. Bye." You put the telephone back on the receiver and breathed out a sigh, grabbing your mom's purse and car keys to go and collect her from the swimming pool. Mike was out with his group of friends probably doing something he shouldn't be and Nancy was at work with Jonathan which meant you had to be on pick up duty.
After a short car journey with the air con turned all the way to cold you pulled into the car park and took a deep breath before entering the gates to the pool and fighting your way through the crowds of people, eventually managing to make your way to your mom and her friends just packing up for the day.
"Oh hi honey, I'm almost ready could you just grab my towel and shoes from over there? I'll be out of the changing rooms in a few minutes." She asked before you could even say hello.
"Sure." You replied, wandering to the other side of the pool and getting her shoes.
Where the fuck is her towel? You turned to your left, then back to your right, then round to your left again just to make sure you weren't being totally oblivious when a smooth voice interrupted your inner musing.
"Looking for something?" The same unmistakable voice of reigning Hawkins High King Billy Hargrove who had the missing towel in his hand as he walked over.
"Actually yes, thank you." You said as you took the towel from his hand, averting your eyes from his in the hopes that the conversation would end there.
"I thought you didn't swim?"
"I can, I just choose not to." You told him, taking a step forward to try and leave as soon as you could but Billy didn't budge, just bent down slightly to be at eye level with you instead.
"How come?"
"You work here Hargrove, can you not see how goddamn busy this place gets? There's kids everywhere, people have got beach balls they're throwing around and there is no room left to just swim. I have a higher chance of drowning in that pool than I do swimming."
Billy snorted a little before composing himself, an easy grin stretching along his lips. "Come on Wheeler, you seriously think I'd let you drown? Wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off you."
"Really?" You questioned him sarcastically only for the blonde to nod his head in all seriousness.
"Wouldn't be anywhere safer." His eyes flicked down to your lips when you pulled the bottom one between your teeth.
"Well I'm not that good a swimmer so I don't think so Billy. Thanks for the towel." You tried to move around him but again he didn't budge, just lifted a piece of chewing gum to his lips.
"You know, I could teach you if you like?"
The breath went out of you all at once. "What?"
"Well, you see, I know all the styles," he began, lowering his voice as he listed each one off, "freestyle, butterfly, breaststroke."
"Billy, I know where you're going with this and I can't, I'm not allowed-"
"Not allowed to what, have fun?" He asked with a small shake of his head and an innocent look on his face.
"Not to mention," you continued like you didn't hear him, "I don't need any swimming lessons, thanks though."
"Oh you see, I think you do, I just don't think you've had the right teacher. Come to think of it there is a good pool out at Motel 6 on Cornwallis. Very quiet, you know very private. Shall we say tonight, eight o'clock?" Billy lowered his head and spoke quietly so that no one could hear him.
"Billy-"
"Babe come on, let's go!" Your mother called from outside the changing rooms, but neither you nor Billy looked away from each other.
"You'd better make this worth it Hargrove, if I get caught I'm smoked."
Your mother called your name again and Billy finally let you pass, watching as you handed over her towel and shoes. He continued watching as you turned around just before you reached the exit and gave him a thumbs up so he knew to expect you later.
"Have a nice day Miss and Mrs Wheeler!" Billy called just before you could escape, his amusement evident when you jumped and shot a meaningful look at your mother who now saw who you'd been looking at.
"Thank you." She replied in a horribly suggestive way.
"Okay come on mom, let's go."
As subtly as you could you ushered her out of the pool and back towards the car, slinking down into the seat in relief of the cool air.
"What was that about?" Karen asked as soon as she was in the car.
"What was what about?" You tried to feign ignorance.
"You and Billy Hargrove? The new lifeguard. Seemed like you knew each other?" She explained.
"Oh, me and Billy, right, yeah we went to the same school." You told her, starting up the car.
"What?"
"Same English class, we were just talking about what we were doing now that school's finished. Just catching up." You said softly with an innocent smile.
"Oh, right. Any plans? You were talking for a while?"
"Nothing concrete, he said he might call later."
"Well that's nice hon."
"Mmmhmm." You hummed and nodded as you drove to the store, your mom none the wiser that you were going to get to know Billy a lot more up close and personal later that night.
Summary: Hawkins heat, two boys, one bedroom. And some uninvited guests.
This is sort of a second part to this fic, I would probably recommend you read it first.
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"Rob I'm not even joking I think I'm melting." You moaned in the phone while fanning yourself with a magazine in your other hand.
"Tell me about it, I couldn't even fool around with Vickie last night it was so hot, I ended up sleeping on my kitchen floor."
"Jesus Christ."
"I know! Nearly gave my mom a heart attack when she was up for work this morning."
"Is your air con at least working?" At this point even the thought of cool air was making you salivate, instead you were stuck in a pool of your own sweat hoping the movement of hot air would do more than your open window where no breeze was coming in.
"Pfft, barely. Dad's hogging it at the moment and Vickie's been in the shower for the last 20 minutes to make use of the cold water."
"Don't blame her." You muttered, golden rays of the sun that you would usually bask in slashing into your room like lasers. Robin continued on a tangent about free will in her own house when you heard a knocking on your front door.
"I mean it's not only ridiculous it's now becoming abuse! My own mother wouldn't even bring me to work in her cold office with her, my father is in the only chair in the whole house that sits directly in the flow of the air conditioner and my girlfriend won't share my own shower with me because 'it's too hot Robin just wait until I'm done', I mean what is the world coming to! I bet Steve's just living it up in his fancy mansion-oh, maybe I'll go to Steve's?"
"Sounds like a plan Robbie, someone's at the door I gotta go." You levered yourself up from your bed and stretched your neck, making your way to the door as a second knock came.
"Me too, I'm going to Stevie's to melt in his pool instead."
"Alright, call you later."
"Bye chicky."
At the sound of a third knock you called out, "Coming! Jeez don't you know it's four hundred fucking degrees in this house can't give me two seconds to finish my damn call and get to the door-oh!"
Stood in front of you was a shirtless, tanned Billy Hargrove with his equally shirtless fairer counterpart Eddie Munson, both of which tilted their heads at you when you cut yourself off and stared at them with a completely bewildered expression.
"Hey you." Eddie greeted, smiling at you like you were an oasis in a dessert.
"Hi guys, uh what are you doing here?"
"Well Tommy just called and said his block had a power cut and they had no air con, so we figured-"
"I figured-" Eddie interrupted his blond companion.
"We figured," Hargrove shot a pointed look at Eddie, "since you live close to Tommy H you might be affected as well and we wanted to check you were doing alright. I mean you look great but when you opened that door it did feel like a sauna babe."
"Aren't you meant to be at Tommy's if he called you?" You asked confused. Why are they here if Tommy asked to hang at Billy's where he had functioning air con?
"Hell no. That asshole can fend for himself."
Eddie slung one arm around Billy's shoulder and looked at him with a shit-eating grin. "What Billy means is he already had company," Eddie pointed at himself, "and was trying to think of a way to casually invite you over and Hagan dropped the answer straight into his lap."
When you looked back over to Billy to check if Eddie was exaggerating (as he was known to do) or if he was actually recounting the story accurately (for once) he just offered you an unapologetic shrug and nodded his head in the direction of the Camaro that was parked at the edge of your driveway. Eddie's arm remained around the blond's shoulder, thumb casually ghosting back and forth over his collarbone.
"I just need to shower and get some stuff first." You jerked a thumb behind you to the cavern of your house, about to retreat and panic shove your clothes in your wardrobe in case they followed you in when Eddie grabbed for your wrist with his unoccupied hand. He stepped forward into your house as you were pulled back into him and sealed your mouth with his; walking you backwards until your back hit into a wall and all you could focus on was his tongue, oddly cool, playing with yours as he kissed you unrelentingly.
It was only the slam of your front door that broke your focus, separating from Eddie to find Billy stalking over to the both of you, eyes locked on the tongue that was laving up your neck despite the trickles of sweat that had built there.
"I told you before Munson, don't hog."
"But she just tastes so good." The other man borderline whined in your ear before tasting that as well.
"Move over." Billy hip checked him out of the way and took his own kiss from you. "Don't worry about that shower princess, you won't need it when we're through here. Ed's will've licked you clean."
"As if you weren't thinking about it!"
"I don't have to think about it when I can do it." Billy stared through Eddie and proved his point by licking up your neck in the exact same spot the dark haired man had just claimed as his own, groaning at the taste of his two people mixing together.
"Shit." Eddie swore, a lovely red hue rising on his cheeks as he watched Billy smirk at him before turning back to focus his attention on your lips.
"As much as I'm enjoying the show, I think we'd better move this some place cooler or I fear we're all going to come down with heatstroke."
"I'll come down something." Billy muttered but moved away all the same, hooking his fingers in the top of your shorts to pull you off the wall back to the door. In a complete switch from the debauched things he'd just done Billy held the door open for you to walk through first and then gestured for Eddie to go as well, giving his ass a less than gentle swat on his way past.
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Munson excitedly pulled you out of the car and pushed the door shut with his foot, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading the way towards the entrance to the Hargrove household which was now under Billy's name as the hush money had set him up nicely for the foreseeable future. Since Neil had been arrested and jailed shortly after the events of Starcourt, he and Susan had gotten divorced and she had decided to move back to California.
Max had the choice of who she stayed with since Billy was now 18 and could've been made her legal guardian but he wasn't sure she was quite ready for that given their past, which still struck him with an enormous sense of guilt over the way he had treated her and her friends (come to think of it he still needed to apologise to Harrington over the whole plate thing, maybe he could do that when he saw him on Friday, they were planning a hangout at the quarry while Eddie had band practice).
Luckily Max had decided to go back to Cali for the next few weeks while school was out to check on her mom so Billy had a free house and he was going to make the most of it.
"Just you wait Kitten, Billy's place is like a glacier. You'll be cooled off in no time." Eddie promised, slipping one of his fingers into the waistband of your shorts in an imitation of what Billy did to you earlier.
"I sure hope so."
"Don't worry sweets, if that doesn't work we'll just have to start loosing clothes." The blond cut in, taking your hand to lead you through the door leaving Eddie to close and lock it. "Hopefully starting with your panties."
"Mine!" Eddie called as soon as Billy finished whispering his promise.
"Oh my God that's unreal." You sighed in relief, closing your eyes to fully bask in the sweet cool air of the Hargrove household. You were feeling so much better already that their little argument over who got to keep your underwear went straight over your head as you wandered about the place.
"Bedroom's round the back babe. When you're done looking." Billy teased, bright blue eyes focused solely on you with a glint that reassured you he wasn't annoyed at your searching, more endeared than anything.
"Sorry." You admitted sheepishly.
"None of that Batsy." Eddie chastised you, marching off to secure his place on Billy's bed.
"Batsy?"
"What he calls the followers of Corroded Coffin. The Bats. Either that or The Corpses." Billy explained for you, following behind as you made your way to the back of the house where Eddie had jut disappeared to. "Personally I preferred The Freaks but apparently that's for Munson and Munson alone."
"You're damn right it is!" Eddie agreed. "Just us baby, we're the freaks. With a delicious new addition to the previous duo making us a terrifying trio."
"How do you come up with this stuff?" You asked, genuinely baffled at what he could come up with on the spot.
"What can I say my dear I am a Master at work, a wordsmith of the ages, a-"
"Pain in my ass and a goddamn liar. He practices his lines at DnD and then writes down the ones he likes."
Eddie gasped in betrayal at what Billy was implying. "I do not! I come up with them as the moment takes me-"
"I saw your notebook Munson, I know you have them written down and memorized to try and impress pretty girls."
"There's no try about it Blondie, I succeed." Eddie winked at you, wiggling himself into his usual position propped up against Billy's headboard.
"Want to take your seat princess?" He gestured to the space between his spread legs, but as soon as you'd shimmied your way between Eddie's legs the doorbell rang.
"Ughh." Eddie groaned. "Expecting more visitors Blondie?"
The furrow between Billy's brows deepened. "No."
All three of you sat up a little straighter as the knocking persisted, Billy storming off towards the front door before you could even get off the bed.
"Well if it isn't the king himself, where was my invite Hargrove? Got lost in the mail?" You and Eddie froze on the edge of Billy's bed as Tommy's voice echoed through the house, neither of you were too inclined to be seen by him or Carol considering the fact that Tommy would gladly pound Eddie into the ground at any opportunity and Carol liked to have her own go at you every once in a while.
"The fuck are you doing here, I didn't invite you."
"I didn't ask." Tommy boldly shouldered Billy out of the way of his own front door, letting out a whistle as he openly nosed around the place.
"Oh my God Billy relax! We just wanted to come and hang out, share the wealth, yeah?" Carol lamented, taking herself into the kitchen to grab a Coke from the fridge and throwing one to Tommy on her rounds. "It's not like you've got anyone else that'll hang out with you."
Another reason he couldn't wait to get rid of Carol and Tommy, death could be quite illuminating when it comes to who you waste your time around, and very quickly Billy had realised he did not want to waste anymore time on these two.
"I actually do have company so get out."
"What?"
"Where are they then?" Carol sniped.
"Right here motherfuckers."
Both swivelled round to see Eddie coming down the hall shirtless, you not far behind but clearly apprehensive about making yourself known.
"You're joking," Tommy chortled, a mean grin spreading across his face, "The freaks? You're willingly hanging out with the freaks? Dude you know he'll give you a discount on the weed if you just leave him alone for a couple weeks. You don't have to actually hang out with him."
"Not to mention the town slut. What's the matter, your little lesbo friend wouldn't put out so you had to get the attention somewhere else?"
"Yeah your mother was busy so I had to go for the next best thing." You took great pleasure in the way Carol's jaw dropped and her face filled with colour as she fought for something to say.
"Both of you get the hell out." Even though Billy liked to think he's made great progress on his anger and attitude problems, at times like this he was thankful they still made an appearance.
"Dude-"
"Are you seriously that stupid Hagan? I said get out, both of you. And leave the Cokes behind, you can afford your own."
As Tommy shook his head but set his drink down, Carol had clearly gained some of her confidence back.
"We are the only normal people in Hawkins who still hang with you so I'd watch who you're talking to like that. People already think it's weird that you sit with the Satanist at lunch but to be hanging out with him outside of school? And to add the band girl? You should be thanking us-"
"You know really I should thank you Carol, thanks to you and Tommy getting caught doggy style up on the quarry a couple of weeks ago it really took the heat off me. No one cares where I sit at lunch, no one cares that I hang out with the freak after class-"
"I have a name you know?" Eddie interjected, shot down with a withering eye from Billy.
"No one cares but you. I mean, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're jealous. You want to fuck the freak."
Carol gasped at the insinuation, almost choking on her tongue when Eddie raised his eyebrows and screwed his face up. "Sorry care bear, you're not my type. I like the weirdos and band kids. The outcasts. Not to mention if you're willing to fuck Tommy you'd pretty much fuck anything."
"Fuck you freak, you're jealous that no one would ever choose to fuck you-"
"I have." You cut in, raising your hand. Eddie spun round and gave you a wink and finger guns.
"Well-"
"Finish that sentence and your teeth will end up down your throat." A stiff silence filled the artificially cooled air. "I won't tell you again."
"Come on babe, leave the freaks to it." Carol swung the front door open without waiting for Tommy who had to run to keep up with her, slamming the door a bit too hard on his way out.
"I couldn't help but notice you didn't volunteer that you wanted to fuck me?" Eddie tilted his head at Billy, a faux pout on his lips. "Is it something I said?"
"Get your ass back to the bedroom and maybe I'll change my mind."
Eddie scrambled back with a wolfish grin on his lips, leaving you dumbfounded when Billy gave you a push as well.
"Come on Batsy, now that you've cooled off we need to get you warmed up again." Billy leaned close to your ear and whispered far too sensually, "I want the panties by the way."
Summary: You’re like a housecat in that any patch of sun = naptime. Unfortunately for Frank, it usually means he’ll find you asleep near a window, he gets v stressed.
5+1 frank finds you asleep in alarming places and the one time you find him asleep.
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1.
The one thing Frank doesn’t need in his life was more stress. He’d had his fill to last him the next 30 years, so coming home to you led right in the window, in direct view of anyone keeping eyes on him, was not something he needed to deal with.
He huffed in pretend irritation and left his shoes at the door before coming over to your cute, bundled up form and coaxing you awake; a hand resting underneath your neck to support your head while the other patted your stomach, the motion rousing you from sleep.
“Hi sleeping beauty.” He greeted you when you opened your eyes. The fond smile that immediately grew on your lips at seeing him in front of you made his chest ache with a deep longing even though you were in front of him, a fierce protectiveness following in its path.
“You’re home!” You cheered, stretching upwards to raise your arms in celebration.
“Said I would be. You just couldn’t wait, huh?”
“It was just a quick nap.” You insisted, puckering your lips to ask for a kiss that he was embarrassingly quick to grant you three of.
"Darlin’ I told you, you can nap all you want just stay away from the windows.”
“But Frankie its cold!” You whined, eyes closed, burying your face in his chest where he lifted you.
“Its cold?” He mocked you with no malice. “Well you got me now sweetheart, I’ll keep you warm.”
“Not as warm as my window spot.” You pouted petulantly. With your eyes screwed shut to try and savour the feeling of sleep you missed the slight uptilt of Frank’s lips as he plopped you on the sofa and dropped his body on top of you.
“We’ll see.”
“How was work?” You whispered softly, one of your hands petting through his hair as he grunted before answering, pushing his head further into your dexterous fingers.
“Same old. Lieberman’s been up my ass about going over for dinner to have a look at somethin’ or other. He won’t even tell me what it is!”
“God, what an attention whore.”
“Mmm. I shoulda called him that, maybe it would have got him out my hair for a few days.”
“Hindsight.”
Frank was at the cusp of sleep when he replied. “I’ll do it later.”
“Do it later.” With a kiss to his forehead you were asleep in no time, cuddled tight in the fading afternoon sun.
2.
You released a sigh of relief as you closed your front door, slumping against it. Walking home in broad sunlight after working the whole day in a stuffy office was not ideal to say the least, and you felt deserving of a cool shower and a snack before Frank got home later.
After scrubbing the remaining feelings of your work day from your skin, you checked your phone to see a message from Frank.
From 💀💖:
Hi darlin’, be home at 6:30, I’ll bring dinner. F x
You smiled a little like a teenage girl at the message before typing a quick ‘okay, drive safe x’ to let him know you were safe. He had the tendency to get in his head about your safety when his work was slow, whether you made it to work for that meeting with Sasha or grabbed the disgusting sludge your department called ‘coffee’ before settling in for the day.
On bad days when his mind wouldn’t quiet he would drive over and convince you to take your lunch break with him in his truck (not that it took much convincing of course, you’d gladly have Frank and a Subway sandwich he picked up on his way over than the boiled vegetables and benign talk served at the building’s cafeteria). On those afternoons he’d lightly scratch your legs that were thrown over his lap and stare unashamedly while you told him about the latest drama between Karl and Damian; the on again off again couple in your area that would go between not being caught dead together and getting a warning from HR about having a vigorous make out session in the bathroom during a conference call.
Frank was always thankful for you on those days. You didn’t complain or turn him away when he couldn’t keep a hand off you for his own wellbeing or get annoyed when he would interrupt your ramblings with a kiss that would eventually turn into two as you kissed back which became three and then four and then dozens of pecks pressed to your lips and consequently your neck when you couldn’t stand the burn in your lungs for air any longer. You were never embarrassed to walk through your building with his lumbering figure beside you as he insisted on walking you back to your desk when your lunch break came to an end, leaning down to steal your lips twice more before telling himself to get a grip and get back to work (not that it was a big deal if he was late, after working at the construction site for years and gaining the trust of the company they promoted him to regional manager and gave him a team of guys to look after. They also switched him to working days at his request, he needed as much time with you as he could have). Before he could disappear into a pit of self-loathing, your soft hands would cup his head to keep him eye level with you as you whispered to call if he needed, he had your work and mobile number right? Good, well just take it easy Frankie okay? No need to make a hard day harder.
Fuck, he loved you. He loved you so much he took a page out of Karl’s book and tried to convey that love through his tongue, massaging back and forth against yours before he could stop himself. He only came back to earth at your surprised squeal that he inhaled and realised that half your office was watching in a mix of surprise at the normally reserved, shy companion of yours trying to play a good old game of tonsil hockey and want for him to do the same thing to them. At that point he released you and pressed your foreheads together as you tried to control your breathing, trying not to make it obvious how close you had been to ripping your clothes off and have Frank take you on your goddamn desk if he really wanted.
“I gotta get goin’ darlin’. Sorry about all the uh-attention.” Frank cleared his throat as he looked around at everyone pretending to look like they weren’t just gawking at him sticking his tongue down your throat.
“It’s okay, it’ll give people something to talk about.” You said with a smirk hidden on your face. “Drive safe.”
“I will.”
With a final kiss to your knuckles did Frank take his leave, raising a two fingered wave at Karl and Damian, the only two still openly gawping at him with their jaws on the floor. You hid a smile all afternoon, your face a beet red all the way up until you locked yourself in the sanctuary of your apartment. It had a small balcony near the front window that led to the fire escape stairs, it was one of the small comforts to you now as you sat outside in some light pyjamas and watched the world go by, munching on some leftover cookies you’d made a few days ago. It was so peaceful out here, the wind just enough to keep you cool but not create a chill in your t-shirt and pyjama pants while the sun kept everything toasty warm.
Frank wasn’t due home for another half an hour or so, a quick 20 minute nap wouldn’t hurt, it would give you just enough time to reset and bundle up on the sofa ready for Frank to return with dinner. Just 20 minutes.
It would’ve been if you had set the alarm on your phone.
Frank came through the front door at 6:30 sharp, his military background ever present in his daily life, and he called to you that he was home. Locking and bolting the front door quickly and expecting to turn around to you ready to spring on him, waiting for him to catch you as he did every time and give you plenty of kisses before digging into the Lombardi’s he’d bought home for you two to chow down on.
But alas, you weren’t there. Actually, he couldn’t hear you at all. He could see that you were home from your bag and coat hung next to his own, but even in the bathroom you would’ve heard him and called back by now.
Frank grumbled as he tried to keep his composure. You were probably just trying to get him to lighten up a bit by playing hide and seek or something, just waiting to jump out at him as he walked past. That’s what he hoped anyway.
After scouting the apartment (which didn’t take long given the size of it) Frank left the pizza on the living room table, grabbed his phone and called your number. He couldn’t take the not knowing, the dead silence of you not pattering around as usual, the soft skin of your back caressing his hands as he held you close to him. He couldn’t stand it.
On the third ring of his call he heard a vibrating against the sliding door to the fire escape, a silent dash over to the window led him to your slumped form against the glass, head lolled on your shoulder.
No. Not again. Please.
Frank ripped the door open and caught your body before it could fall, gently leaning you down to lie flat on the floor inside. At the movement you let out a sleepy protest, Frank’s hands stilling where they were frantically checking you for wounds.
“C’mon darlin’, open those pretty eyes for me. Gotta open your eyes now, ‘kay? Frankie’s home baby, I’m home.” He cupped your head as if you were the most delicately made China, afraid to even lay a hand on your priceless skin in fear of leaving a mark. With his gentle encouraging you finally came round, reaching up to rub your eyes awake and take a gentle hold of Frank’s wrist.
“What’s a’matter Frankie? What’s going on?” You drearily lifted your head to look around but Frank tackled you back to the floor as he focused all his willpower on not crying, head hidden between your neck and shoulder breathing hard to ingrain your scent in his memory, in his body and soul.
“You scared the shit outta me sweet girl.” Frank panted.
“I was just taking a nap Frank.” You said gently, arms wrapping around him as best you could to smooth your palm over his spine, doing what you could to soothe his adrenaline. “I’m right here, I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
“You looked like you were dead.” He ground out eventually, still clinging to you with all his strength.
“Oh Frank, I’m so sorry honey. I should’ve told you I was going outside-”
“None of that. Just let me hold you.”
Frank pulled you up to sit straddling his lap, your heads tucked together and hands roaming the other’s body.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Don’t let go.” The gravel in his voice increased as his adrenaline wore off, his arms tight around you to stop them from shaking. Don’t ever let go.
“I’m right here.”
After a few minutes Frank felt more in control, able to loosen his grip on you without the suffocating fear that he’d loose you as soon as he did. That didn’t mean he was letting you go though, you would be staying in his arms for the rest of the night.
With practiced agility he moved one arm beneath your bum and wrapped the other completely around your waist to lift you from the ground and still keep you in his embrace. He dropped down to the sofa with you in his lap and fed you the pizza until it was gone, alternating bites between the two of you.
The beer you’d prepared for him earlier was warm but he drank it anyway, eyes locked on the soft expression on your face.
“Feeling better?” You questioned lightly, head tilted to look down at him.
“Mmm.” He grunted affirmingly, one arm still wrapped tightly around you. “Need you- need to be inside you. Just..please?”
After nodding your consent he set the beer down and tugged on your pyjama pants, exposing your sensitive area to the cool air.
“Can I touch you here?” He cupped your pussy in his hand, eyes flicking between your teeth buried into your lower lip and eyes focused on his own mouth. “That alright if I get you off with my fingers, then you keep me warm for the rest of the night?”
Using his fingers he gently petted over your folds, fingertips stopping to swirl along your clit every few swipes.
“Frank.” You pleaded weakly, rocking your hips further into his palm. “Please?”
“That’s my good girl.”
He shushed you softly when you let out a whine and inserted a finger in your tight hole, using his palm to continue rubbing your clit as you ground down on his hand, little whimpers leaving you when he curled his finger just right on the spongy patch inside you.
“How you feelin’ honey? You doin’ okay?” On an average day you would be lucky to get a full conversation out of Frank if he wasn’t feeling it but let this man touch you and he couldn’t seem to stop the words from flowing. “I think we’re gettin’ close baby, don’t you?”
“Yes-ooh!” You had every intention of answering when Frank decided to add two more fingers and scissor them open inside you, the slick from your pussy lubricating his hand that he used to push into your clit, unrelenting in his pursuit to have you cum before sitting prettily on his cock for the rest of the night.
“Frank I think-” A gasp cut you off when he rubbed along your g-spot to feel you clench around him.
“Hmm?”
“I, I think I’m gonna cum.” You panted, gripping to his neck for dear life.
“Oh yeah?” He leant forward and linked his mouth with yours, biting teasingly on your lower lip. “You’d better get on and do it then.”
With a well timed thrust of his fingers and brush on your clit, you came with a drawn out moan and pressed as tightly to Frank as you could, trapping his hand between your bodies as he milked your orgasm for all he could.
As you came down it was difficult not to notice the outline pressing up against you from Frank’s dick, straining to be released. Just as you reached down to return the favour he caught your hand and shook his head.
“Not tonight sweetheart, I just need to feel you. You gonna keep me nice and warm?”
“Yes Frank.”
“Attagirl.”
With encouraging pats to your back, Frank held you off him just enough so that he could pull his dick free and slide it into you, the wetness from your previous orgasm making the slide easy as he filled you up as promised, pulling you close and giving your neck little pecks as you could now both relax. He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch to wrap around your naked lower half, letting go of a sigh of relief and resting his eyes shut.
“Just relax now darlin’, take a little nap if you want. We ain’t goin’ nowhere for a while.”
3.
Frank had woken early that morning, the consistent buzzing from his phone alerting him to an emergency at the house he was working on. A few of his guys had already managed to get there even though it was their weekend, and Frank decided he couldn’t really not show up just because he wanted to stay wrapped in your warmth all morning.
So he hauled himself out of bed and threw some of his clothes on, hoping that the head start his guys had on him would mean he wouldn’t be gone for too long.
Luckily it was nothing major, a few pipes hadn’t connected properly and some rain overnight had caused some issues, but a couple of hours later he was done and opening the door to your apartment. It was oddly quiet when he walked in, not hearing any of your normal little noises or seeing a trail leading to where you may be.
Frank walked into the kitchen to grab some water when he found a note taped to the fridge.
Hi my big scary bob the builder,
Went up to the roof to enjoy the nice weather. If you see this then I’m still there, come join me. Bring snacks please!
Love from your favourite pookie x
Frank chuckled at your note and changed into some clean clothes before taking your requested snacks with him and heading up to the roof. You were right about the nice weather, the sun was uninhibited today and a cool wind kept the air a tolerable temperature.
He knew exactly where you would be; tucked in behind some plants in the hammock Frank had set up for you, head in the shade and legs soaking up the sun. And that’s precisely where you were, head drooped with your eyes battling the draw of a mid morning snooze.
Not without Frank you wouldn’t be.
He made his tread heavier and crunched the gravel beneath his boots, he could see your head lift up and eyes crinkle in a smile when you saw he’d finally made it home. Waking up without him next to you had been disappointing at first, but upon seeing his note that he would only be gone for a few hours you had brightened up considerably.
“Hi darlin’.”
“Hey Frankie.” He leaned into your shade to give you your missed good morning kiss and your deserved hello kiss as well. Maybe one more for the afternoon and another as a thankyou for bringing up the food.
“Scooch over for me sweet.” Frank flicked his head up to the extra material on your side and bent down to take his shoes off before climbing in next to you, arms open to welcome you in when you nestled back into his chest, one leg thrown between his own.
“David message you yet?”
Frank snorted, lips turning up at one end. “You know he can’t leave me alone. I’ve learnt how to put him on mute now.”
The snort of your own made him squeeze you as tight as his chest felt, the warmth in him spreading to the tips of his fingers and the ends of his toes.
“You’re so harsh.” You couldn’t keep the smile from your face.
“I thought this was established by now. You are the only one allowed to see my cute and cuddly side.”
“Damn right, your teddy bear ass is all mine lover boy.”
“So what’s he want?”
“He wanted to know if I was interested in popping over for dinner one evening and that if I happened to bring a guest with me by the name of Frank Castle, well there’s always room for one more.” You finished, looking up at Frank from your place on his chest.
“Don’t gimme that.”
“What?” You asked innocently, widening your eyes a little.
“Your little doe-eyed, kicked puppy look. I said no, if he can’t leave it alone that’s on him, not me.”
“But Frank, it’s only one night and he obviously wants to show you something important-”
“No.”
While you relented and rested your head back on his chest seemingly accepting his answer, Frank was in turmoil. He didn’t want to think he’d upset you or even David but why spend a whole evening with a guy who nearly got him killed on multiple occasions when he could spend it rolling around his sheets with you. Alone.
“Look uh, if it means that much to ya, I guess I could spare a few hours from my evening one night this week. With a certain condition.”
“Name your price Castle.”
“You are comin’ with me to endure everything the Lieberman’s are gonna throw at us. Wherever you go, I go.”
With a chuckle you agreed. “Alright Frankie, I accept.”
“Good, you don’t need to tell him he’s probably got the whole place tapped anyway. See ya at 6 Micro.”
“Mmhmm.”
Frank turned onto his side to face you, wrapping a dexterous arm around your back to keep you flushed together with your legs intertwined.
“Why you all the way over there?”
“Frank I was literally on top of you.”
“Get over here.”
With a tug you were nestled beneath his chin, held tightly in arms you couldn’t feel more safe in as the early afternoon sun shared its warmth with the both of you. When the lure of Frank’s fingers massaging little patches of skin on your back became too much to withstand you decided to close your eyes for a little, just a quick rest.
Frank could feel when you’d drifted off, your full weight pressing against him comfortingly. He kept you close as he leant down to pick up the abandoned biscuits on the floor, munching on them as you wiled the afternoon away in a cool breeze and warm embrace.
4.
“I guess it was worth all the badgering in the end, huh Frank?” David couldn’t help but gloat, eyes switching between you resting the little pitbull puppy in your lap as you slept and Frank watching you like a hawk with a dopey smile on his face.
“If you’re waiting for me to admit I’d rather be here than in bed naked with my girl you’d be mistaken.”
“Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t melt like snow in sun seeing them cuddled up together.” David jerked his head in your direction.
At that Frank couldn’t hide his smile even as he ducked his head to his chest, unable to lie to his unfortunate friend’s face.
“Speaking of which you might want to get the dog, she’s gonna drop him in a minute.”
Looking back at you leant against the wall with your eyes closed, Frank could see his new puppy slowly sliding off your lap as he dozed as well; tired from all the attention of the family. He stood up and settled the beer bottle he was holding onto the table, silencing his footsteps the closer he got and inch by inch retrieving the dog from your loose grasp.
At being unwrapped from your trusty hold, puppy Castle started wriggling in Frank’s arms in a panic of trying to find you, little whines and yips coming out of the poor pups mouth.
“Easy pup, shh shh. It’s okay, you’re alright little one.” Frank held his puppy securely in his arms as he whispered comforting words into the grey fur tickling his lip.
Now settled back in his chair, he held his puppy to his chest and stroked along the pitbull’s side feeling it quiver beneath his hand. Momentarily forgetting David was sat next to him, Frank started pressing kisses into his little one’s head, eventually ceasing the shaking from his tiny body.
“That’s a good boy, I’ve got ya, Frankie’s got ya now.”
“You put me in a headlock when I called you Frankie.” David pointed out, ruining the moment.
“That’s cause I don’t like you.” Frank’s eyes stayed glued to the dog that was just starting to drift off in his arms.
“Liar, you love me cause without me you wouldn’t have your girl or your dog.” Earlier while the new puppy was playing with the Lieberman kids, David was telling Frank about how he found the puppy abandoned on the side of the road with no collar or chip so they couldn’t find an owner. David would happily have the puppy, but with their own cat to look after things were getting pricey and they couldn’t afford it.
Thus the puppy was being gifted to the Castle’s.
“You’re not completely intolerable. Lets leave it at that.” Frank left David to his outraged stuttering as he stood to wake you up, having his fill of social interaction to last him for weeks.
“Well I don’t think that could’ve gone better.” You said as you and Frank walked to his truck, puppy still cradled sound asleep in Frank’s arms.
“Mmm, could’ve done without Micro’s karaoke stint.”
You laughed loudly as Frank opened the door for you and placed puppy Castle onto your lap, giving a few gravelly chuckles himself.
“We still need to name him.” Frankie nodded at the nameless dog, eyes flitting away from the road for a moment. “Doesn’t feel right just calling him puppy Castle.”
“I don’t know, got a nice ring to it.”
The look directed at you shouted that Frank did not agree.
“Alright so what do you want to call him?” You asked, stroking the fur down the little one’s back.
“I don’t know. Lox.”
“No.”
“Well what about you?”
You hummed in thought for a while before answering. “Marble.”
“Are you kidding me darlin’?”
“Why not? He’s got a splotchy grey and white coat, he likes to roll around!”
“Splotch.”
“No. Fang.”
“Nah. Spike.”
Frank looked over to you after you went silent at his suggestion to find you looking at the dog with a curious expression on your face before it changed to one of certainty.
“Spike.” You agreed. “We could take him to see your kids, I’m sure they’d have loved him.” You suggested gently, trying to see what Frank was thinking based off of the crease in his forehead.
He turned quickly to give you a brief smile, eyes glistening in the moonlight. His hand reached for yours as to not disturb his dog before squeezing tightly.
“I think you might be right about that sweetheart. I think you might be right.”
5.
The addition of Spike Castle to the family was definitely one that took some adjusting to. What was a normally quiet apartment became full of playtime, puppy training and walks through the park. For all the work there was so much reward; Frank always looked and felt visibly lighter when he had the two of you curled up on his chest like you had no worry in the world.
There were times however when he wasn’t there for you to curl up on, if he had some personal business to attend to or Madani needed him to gather some information for her, so your regularly scheduled afternoon nap after taking Spike to the park was usually missed until Frank got home, though some days you couldn’t resist.
“You gotta be kiddin’ me.” Frank hung his head at you curled up with Castle Junior on the living room floor. “Couldn’t wait two goddamn minutes, couldn’t even make it to the damn couch.” He muttered to himself as he went about taking his boots off and moving his puppy onto his own bed with a kiss to his head before picking you up to lay you on the sofa.
“Hey, hey baby time to wake up.” Frank rubbed a hand along the length of your spine to rouse you from the clutches of sleep that were so desperate to keep hold of you. “C’mon sweetheart I know you’ve had a long day at work and with the dog but I’m home now and I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours.”
The little high pitched sound that involuntarily crawled out of your throat as you stretched to wake up melted Frank’s faux annoyed exterior, eyes softening as he continued to rub your back, encouraging you to wake up a little more.
“Where’s the dog?” Were the first words out of your mouth after you flopped back down onto the sofa.
Frank huffed a laugh, at least your priorities were in the right place. “In his bed. Like you should’ve been instead of on the floor.”
“Details details...” You waved him off, leaning in close to kiss him hello at last. “At least I wasn’t sleeping in the window this time.”
Frank leaned in to kiss you again, maybe once more for good measure. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day baby.”
“You love me.”
“Yes, I do.”
Frank soaked in the megawatt smile you shot his way until your attention was stolen by the newest man in your lives. Spike had apparently synced up with your REM cycle and had too woken from his nap, plodding over with all the time in the world to say hello to his two favourite humans.
“Hey big guy.” You cooed over him, leaning down next to Frank to give him some well deserved rubs and pats and kisses.
“Hey, I’m the big guy.” Frank argued indignantly, although he didn’t begrudge his dog a few rubs of his own. “He’s the little guy.”
“Whatever you say Frankie.” Your attention more focused on the small grey fluffball trying to gnaw off Frank’s fingers, not very successfully.
“Hey,” Frank used the death grip Spike had on his forefinger to pull his face up to him, speaking firmly like he could understand what Frank was saying, “you gotta protect mama alright? You bite the fingers off anyone who comes her way, you hear me?”
When the little dog released Frank’s finger and let out a little bark Frank nodded approvingly. “Learns fast.”
“Learns from the best.” You corrected him, reaching out to rub at the pup’s belly.
“Damn right sweetheart, and don’t you forget it.”
+1.
“Frank?”
“Hellooo, Frankie?” You called a second time when you got no response. Frank had the day off and spent it at home with the puppy (who was quickly growing out of his puppy phase) and had somehow convinced you to have a half day at work and come home to spend the rest of the day with him.
You dumped your things down by the door and took quick survey of the living room not noting anything out of the ordinary, the fire escape was locked and there was no note from Frank indicating that he’d gone up to the roof or taken Spike out for a walk. With your suspicions rising you traced your way through the apartment, ears straining to hear any noise but coming up blank until you reached the bedroom door which had been left ajar.
Luckily the door stayed mercifully silent as you pressed your hand against the wood to open it fully, releasing a silent gasp at the sight in front of you. Spike’s little head had perked up at the sound of you entering his room, containing himself with little noises as he seemed to know not to make too much noise to wake his bedmate. Frank led on his back next to him completely dead to the world; head turned toward your side of the bed with one arm over his stomach and the other curled protectively around your dog.
Although Spike was making a valiant effort not to wake him up the continuous thumping of his wagging tail was enough to rouse the light sleeper into consciousness, despite the fact you hurried over to give him lots of pets and move him off the bed to avoid Frank being hit in the face by his tail.
“I know I know but you can’t wake up dad, he took the day off to spend just with you and you wore him out! You’re such a good boy aren’t you Spikey!” You cooed to the excited puppy, accepting his loving licks as he got his fill of you after being separated for a whole three hours.
Frank cleared his throat gaining your attention and when you rose to full height to greet him his eyes were already on you, a soft expression filling his face as he awaited his warm welcome from you.
“Hi.” You whispered, trying to keep the semi calm atmosphere in the room as Frank woke up gently from his nap for the first time in months.
“Hey. You gonna come up here or keep giving all my kisses to the dog?” He teased.
You rolled your eyes lovingly and couldn’t stop the smile creeping its way onto your face. “Don’t lie to me Frank Castle, I caught you cuddling with ‘the dog’. You can’t fool me, you love him.”
Frank held his arms open for you as you flopped on top of him, giving him his mandatory three kisses before settling down on his chest, sighing in relief at the feel of his warm hands being a weight along your back. ”Did you have a good nap?”
“Mmm.” Frank grumbled. “Would’ve been better if I had you but yeah, s’okay.” He admitted begrudgingly.
“Good.” You breathed, already feeling relaxed.
“Spike.” Frank called your dog over, patting the space next to you on the bed. When he jumped up and ran straight over to lie on the spot Frank gave him a few indulgent head rubs before wrapping you completely in his arms, contentment filling him at having his little family close to him.
