Chubby_bunny

Veteran weeb Professional Simp

[riverwalsh]

nicole my love !

where do you stand on brat tamer!frank …… would he be quick to react? grabbing your jaw after you give him attitude, raising his eyebrows at you with a warning “watch the mouth, yeah?” in that thick raspy voice? or is he rubbing a warm hand in circles on your lower back, quietly muttering a “don’t gotta act out for attention, baby.” i need 2 knooooow 🤗

— princessbrunette ♡

an; thank u for the request princess, sorry it took so long but i love u dearly 🤍 i always seem to take your requests in a little crazy direction so just bear with me (also note to everyone please ignore the verb tense changing like halfway through it turned into something of a drabble and i don’t feel like fixing it. so enjoy.)

cw; female!reader, mentions of blood/violence, cockwarming. that’s about it.

18+ only mdni

i think frank would be pretty good at reading you. he knows what makes you itch; like when he leaves his boots, carelessly splattered with the blood of a lowlife (or three) that will surely be named in tomorrow morning’s newspaper, strewn haphazardly on the living room floor for you to trip over when you get home. or, when you ask him about said lowlife(s) and he brushes you off, mumbling something about how it doesn’t matter anyways, and they got what was coming to them, before disappearing for the third night that week. it makes you feel so goddamn lonely.

it was these things, among others of course. sometimes frank castle was just so goddamn stubborn it made your skin crawl.

buuuut, frank also knows what makes you feel better. knows how to handle you when you start letting your irritation show. he’d just accept your little quips and snide remarks for a while. let you take out just a little bit your pent up frustration out on him—i mean, he kinda deserves it sometimes, right? he knows this, you know this. and yet, he knew exactly when to make it right.

“fuck you, frank,” you muttered as you frantically pulled your shoes on, already late for work. everything had already gone wrong for you that morning—your first alarm didn’t go off, your shower was lukewarm at best, and you burnt your last bagel. and now, as you were ready to leave, frank suddenly decided he wanted to talk.

“whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.” his tone was firm, a hand coming out as if in warning. as annoyed as you got, you hardly ever swore at frank. “what’s wrong with you?”

there he is.

“what’s wrong with me?” you asked incredulously, grabbing your keys off the hook. “wha- what’s wrong with you?! you’re fucking gone almost every night this week, i’m getting calls from karen practically every five minutes-”

“she’s just-“

“don’t you fucking dare play dumb like you didn’t ask her to check in on me,” you cut him off quickly, pointing an accusing finger at him. you knew how you were being but you couldn’t help it at this point. “i can handle myself, frank. maybe if you just told me what the fuck was going on i could just-”

“you could just what? hm?” his voice was quiet, but commanding. his arms crossed in front of him as he postured intimidatingly toward you, eyebrows raised in a silent challenge to keep talking. your mouth snapped shut immediately, heart jumping as you lowered your hand that was still hovering mid-air.

you swallowed thickly, putting your keys into your bag with less of a rush, suddenly more careful of your movements. he watched you thoughtfully for a moment, before slowly making his way toward you, boots heavy as they met the hardwood below. you could do nothing but stare at him as he came closer, irritation suddenly the furthest thing from your mind.

“you, uh…” he paused, not for lack of words but simply dramatics. “you think you’re pretty tough, that right?”

“i never said that,” you replied quickly, shaking your head and averting your gaze. his hand was quick to grab your chin, forcing your head up to look him in the eye.

“‘i can handle myself.’ ain’t that what you just said?” his voice was low and rough, like he’d just swallowed sandpaper. your breath came out trembling, and when you didn’t answer fast enough for his liking, his grip grew tighter, rattling you a bit. “you answer me when i’m talkin’ to you, girl.”

“y-yes, that’s what i said,” you answered, voice wavering slightly. his gaze was piercing, eyes searching yours for a moment before releasing his grip, leaving you stumbling backwards into the front door.

“everything i do is for you,” he starts, adam's apple bobbing as he reaches out to place a more gentle hand on your arm, thumb rubbing your skin in soft circles. his eyes are still ablaze, and the dissonance makes you shiver. “everything, everything i fuckin’ do out there is to make sure none of my shit makes it back home to you, you got that? i’m not gonna let anyone lay a finger on you.” you find yourself nodding, mindlessly, letting his words soothe the irritation that had built up inside you. his calloused fingers find their way back to your face and he rubs his thumb across the plush of your lower lip, gauging the intensifying rise and fall of your chest.

he knows you. he knows what you need.

he nods almost curtly in understanding, letting his touch linger a bit longer just to feel the warmth of your shaking breath. “now you watch your goddamn language when you’re speakin’ to me, sweetheart. go on.” he jerked his head toward the door before turning around and heading for the kitchen without so much as another glance in your direction. “you’re gonna be late.”

you were in fact a few minutes late to work, but you were exactly on time getting home, that’s for sure. maybe even a few minutes earlier than usual.

and frank was waiting for you, of course he was. it was barely five minutes from walking through the door before he had you completely stripped, sitting obediently still in his lap as you wept into his shoulder.

“easy,” he cooed, squeezing your hips to keep you from rocking too much. “you quit all that cryin’ and start talking.”

your tears darkened his shirt as you clung to him helplessly, stuffed full of his thick cock and intoxicated by his voice.

“i-i just wan’you to talk to me, frank,” you cried, grasping weakly for purchase on his shoulders. “you get so distant and push me away…but i just wanna be helpful to you.” your voice was quiet and almost conspiratorial where you whispered into his neck, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses into his warm skin. “i just-

“hey, hey, hey,” he cut you off, grabbing your neck to pull you back and look into his darkened eyes. his voice was rough with restraint—it was nothing short of a miracle he was holding it together, what with you clenching around him desperately with every breath. “none of that. you wanna know how you can help me?”

you nodded fervently.

“by stayin’ your ass right fuckin’ here,” he grit, eliciting a pathetic moan from you as he drew you in impossibly closer. “by wakin’ up in the mornin’ and goin’ to work like you have been. by doin’ what i say, when i say it. by trustin’ that everything i do out there is for you, it’s for you.” he punctuated his words with a press to your lower back, guiding you to roll your hips against him slowly. “that’s how you can help me. you got that?”

“yes, frank, yes, yes,” you whined, letting his words placate you as you began to move against him with more eagerness. “i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry-”

“shh, shh, shh, you don’t apologize,” he soothed, his voice strained, blunt nails digging crescents into your plush skin. “you don’t apologize to me, girl, you just take what you need baby, you take it from me, yeah? you take it and then we can talk, baby, just fuckin’- oh, fuck- you just take it-”

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so yeah, frank knows how to handle you and your bratty attitude just fine.

[indifferent-depravity]

If requests are open, can you do a Frank Castle x Virgin innocent reader? With Frank having a corruption kink?

CW: dub-con, daddy kink, under-negotiated sex

Minors DNI 18+

A/N: I hope this is what you were wanting!!! and don't forget requests for everything are open so if you'd like to see anything from me feel free to drop it in my ask box :)

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Sometimes Frank can’t believe you’re with him. He’s sure others can’t either when they see you next to him, all sunshine and pretty little sundresses smiling at him like he hung the moon. It’s no surprise to him when you tell him you’re a virgin after a month of seeing him. And it makes something ache inside him to taint your innocence, to run his bloodstained hands over your untouched skin and pull you right into the gutter with him.

He watches you pad around the kitchen, the way your short skirt swishes around your thighs making his cock twitch with interest. You turn to give him a wide grin, utterly unaware of his filthy thoughts as you tease, “You’re staring, Frankie.” He snorts, even your nickname for him is innocent. Frank crosses the kitchen and leans down to kiss you, hands sliding around your waist to tug you closer. A slight whine slips from the back of your throat and you stretch on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back eagerly.

You’re breathless when he pulls away, a faint blush rising high on your cheeks that makes his cock throb. “What was that for?” Your voice is shy and he smiles at you, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek.

“Do I need a reason to kiss my girl?” Frank asks lightheartedly and your blush deepens, cheek burning under his palm as you nuzzle into his hand. He leans down to kiss you again and runs his tongue along the seam of your lips, humming as they part to allow his tongue to push inside. You moan pathetically against his lips as his tongue delves into your mouth and he makes a quiet noise in response, gripping your waist as he backs you against the counter.

You break the kiss with a gasp and hide your face against his chest, “F-Frankie if you keep kissing me like that…” you trail off into a whine, pressing your face harder against him.

He chuckles and runs his hand down your back, stopping just before he reaches your ass, “What, baby? Am I making you horny?” You squeak in response and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “is your little pussy getting wet from my kisses, hm?” You squeeze your eyes shut tightly and nod against his chest, face burning with embarrassment.

“How ‘bout you lemme kiss it and make it better, baby?” Frank trails kisses down your neck and you tip your head back with a sigh, pressing your thighs together as your cunt clenches around nothing. He sneaks a hand under your dress, squeezing a handful of your ass as he rocks his hardening bulge against your hip.

“I don’t know if I’m ready…” your breath hitches as his fingers dip between your thighs, pressing teasingly against your clothed core.

He hooks his middle finger in your panties, humming as your wetness immediately soaks his digit, “C’mon baby, I can feel how much you want it. Lemme show you how good it can feel.” Your cheeks burn at his teasing tone but you nod tentatively, muffling a moan against Frank’s chest as the tip of his finger sinks into your cunt.

You feel his chest vibrate with a laugh and you pull your face from his chest to pout at him, mouth falling open with a pathetic whimper as his finger sinks deeper into you. Frank gently nips your bottom lip, brushing his lips against the corner of your mouth, “What do you say? Gonna let me make my girl feel good?” His finger slips out of you and you whine at the loss, nodding your head tentatively.

“O-Okay. I trust you, Frankie.”

He hums in approval and slips his hands down to the backs of your thighs, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he quickly lifts you into the air. You squeak in alarm, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck for support as he crosses the kitchen toward your bedroom. Heat pools in your stomach as his hard-on presses against your core, the size of his cock making your heart race.

Frank lays you gently on the bed and covers you with his body, connecting your lips in a slow kiss as his hands explore your body. You squeeze your legs around him as he trails kisses down your neck, head tipping back with a soft sigh as he works the skin over your pulse with his teeth. Your dress bunches around his forearms as he delves underneath it to curl his fingers into the waistband of your panties.

“I’m gonna take these off, okay?” You hum nervously but lift your hips off the bed to help him, fingers twisting in the blankets. He eases the material down your thighs, kneeling between your splayed legs as he lets your panties drop to the floor. 

Frank kisses up your thigh, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh when your legs start to close. “Don’t close your legs, little girl, lemme see that pretty pussy.” He dips his thumb into your folds, causing shocks of pleasure to run down your spine as he brushes over your clit. Your hips buck into his touch of their own accord, a whimper falling from your lips as his mouth trails closer to your throbbing core.

The first drag of his tongue over your folds punches the air out of your chest, hands falling to grab his hair as you grind up into his mouth. He moans and spreads your folds with his thumb and forefinger, sucking your clit into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud and you arch off the bed, molten pleasure pooling in your stomach.

Frank groans against you as your wetness coats his tongue, “fuck, you taste so good baby.” He traces the tip of his tongue through your folds to prod against your entrance. You shudder as his tongue sinks into your cunt, fingers tugging at the hair tangled around them.

His thumb presses against your clit as he thrusts his tongue into you and you cry out, thighs clenching around his head. “Frankie! Fuck, think ‘m gonna-” Your words slur as he wraps his lips around your clit, body seizing painfully as he forces you over the edge.

Frank replaces his mouth with his fingers, pressing his cheek against your thigh as he gently helps you through your orgasm, only stopping once you’re limp against the bed. “How was that, baby? Good?” He hums, running his fingers through your folds. Your eyes slide shut and you nod with a drunken smile, at a loss for words as you try to catch your breath.

He palms his cock through his jeans and presses a kiss against the soft skin of your inner thigh before pushing against your hip to turn you on your stomach. You shift onto your stomach without protest, sighing as Frank runs a gentle hand over your ass. His hand leaves your ass only to deliver a harsh smack and you yelp, twisting back to look at him incredulously. You pout at him with a whine, “Frankie, that hurt!” He smiles and drops a kiss over the reddening mark as he rises to his feet.

Frank presses your shoulders back against the bed with a gentle kiss to your lips as his hand slips between your thighs, “It was meant to, baby. Can’t have such a cute little ass like that and not expect me to give it some love.”

You whimper as he pushes two fingers into you, a tinge of pain bleeding into the pleasure as he starts thrusting his fingers into you before you have time to adjust. You reach back to grab his wrist with a whine, shuddering as he continues his punishing rhythm, “s-slow down!”

He hums and delivers another blow to your ass, growling as your cunt clenches around his fingers. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Frank squeezes your ass, spreading you open to watch his fingers disappear inside you with a groan. A quiet moan escapes your lips as he curls his fingers, a tremor running through you as he urges you toward your second orgasm of the night.

He twists his fingers in your hair to force your head back, pushing his tongue into your mouth roughly. You whine into the kiss and struggle to rise up on your elbows as his grip on your hair makes your back arch painfully. “Frank, I-I don’t-“ your words break with a gasp as he forces you over the edge once more, arms struggling to keep you upright as the waves of pleasure sap the strength from your limbs.

Frank hums approvingly as he fingers you through your orgasm, “Tha’s it, cum for me like a good little slut.” Tears burn your eyes as he finally lets go of your hair and you slump back down on the bed, body limp as the aftershocks thrum through you. You feel the bed dip behind you as Frank climbs on the bed behind you.

He grabs your hips roughly, pulling you up onto your knees as he settles between your legs. You whine at the rough treatment, weakly reaching back to catch Frank’s wrist as he grinds against your cunt. “W-wait a sec! I need- I need…” you trail into a moan as the tip of his cock catches your oversensitized clit, jerking away from the feeling. Frank makes a disapproving noise, gripping your hips tighter as he pulls you back against him.

“No runnin’ away, baby, lemme give you what you need.” He soothes and grabs the base of his cock, pressing the tip against your entrance teasingly, “This is what you need,” He grits his teeth as his cock slowly sinks into you, “A nice hard fucking.” To his credit he stills once he bottoms out inside you, smoothing his hands over your sides as he lets you adjust to his size. You take a shaky breath, air catching in your throat at the overwhelming fullness inside you.

The drag of his cock inside you burns with overstimulation as he slowly rocks into you. His hands catch your hips in a bruising hold as he snaps his hips forward, burying his length inside you in one rough thrust. A shriek rips from your throat as the tip hits your cervix, a painful spark lighting in your stomach. “C-careful! Y-you need to slow down!”

“It’s okay, baby, this is how it’s supposed to be,” Frank shushes you, pulling your hips back into his thrusts with a quiet grunt. “Pussy just sucking me right in, huh? Takin’ my cock so well, baby, perfect little slut f’me.” You whine at his words, pressing your face into the blankets as your cheeks burn with embarrassment. He chuckles and leans over your body to brush his lips over your heated cheek, growling lowly as the change in position lets his cock slide in deeper.

Frank braces his forearm against the bed, freeing a hand to run over your side, groaning as he squeezes a handful of your ass. “Don’t like being called dirty names, huh, baby? You just wanna be daddy’s good girl.” He says teasingly and you whimper, a shudder running through you at his words. “Aw, you like that? Being my good little girl and letting me fuck you how I want?” He grins, dropping a kiss against your shoulder as you clench around him, nodding with a sob. The pain from his rough thrusts finally gives way to pleasure and you moan loudly as you teeter dangerously on the edge of another orgasm.

He hums, rubbing his thumb over the swell of your ass, each swipe inching closer to your asshole. “Even if I wanted to sink my cock in here, hm?” He asks and presses the tip of his thumb against the puckered hole, “Would my good little girl let Daddy fuck her ass?” Frank rolls his hips against yours and you shake underneath him, barely hearing him as your third orgasm of the night rushes through you after a well-aimed thrust brushes against your g-spot.

You can faintly hear his pleasure-laced chuckle as he slips out of you, his hands tugging at you to turn you on your back. You look up at him, blearily watching as he straddles your waist, hand moving quickly over his length. Frank cums with a broken groan, hunching over you as he paints you with his seed.

He leans down to kiss you gently, using his tongue to push his cum into your mouth. You whine into the kiss as the taste of him invades your mouth, sleep-heavy arms coming up to wrap around his neck. Frank pulls away and cups your cheek, gently stroking the soft skin with his thumb, “Such a good girl for Daddy, hm?” You nod, cheek burning beneath his hand as you nuzzle into his touch.

[chvoswxtch]

Could you do something with Frank where his s/o is just trying to comfort/take care of Frank after a mission and he just snaps at them? His s/o was having a really rough week and wanted to make themselves feel better by taking care of Frank. S/o leaves and turns off their phone to be away from him for a bit and he panics after he realizes what he did? Ending in fluff of course be my heart can’t handle sad endings 😂

Ps. Absolutely love your writing

thank you so much for the request nonnie! you know I love some good angst. but, as requested, I did give this a nice ending for you. a bit of a...flirty ending if you will. 😏

warning: swearing, lots of angst, slight mentions of blood and violence, allusions to spiciness word count: 3.4k

really bad week.

Frank let out a heavy exhale as he shut off the scalding hot water in the shower, watching through hooded lids as translucent streams of red disappeared down the drain. He was exhausted, completely overstimulated, and there wasn’t a muscle in his body that didn’t ache. 

The job had been harder than he’d planned for. The information he was given was bad, and he didn’t realize it until it was too late. Frank knew how to think quickly on his feet, he’d been trained to do that, and he normally excelled at it, but it didn’t stop the rage he felt towards his ignorant informant. The anger was like poison in his bloodstream, spreading further throughout him with every injury and minor inconvenience, and it followed him home. 

It wasn’t until he stepped into your shared bedroom with a towel draped low across his hips that he realized how quiet the house was. Frank stilled, ears perking up as he listened for a sign of your presence. You were there to greet him the second he got home, and you normally either joined him for a shower or waited with a first aid kid to tend to his wounds. 

But Frank didn’t hear the patter of your feet on the hardwood floor coming to him.

“Baby?”

Silence. 

Frank quickly dropped his towel and slipped on a pair of boxers, swiftly making his way down the hallway towards the living room. His dark eyes darted back and forth around the space before his feet carried him into the kitchen where you normally waited. 

But you weren’t there.

Frank made his way back into the living room, instantly going rigid when he noticed your keys were still on the entry table. Pulling back the curtain, he swore under his breath seeing that your car was still in the driveway. Rushing towards the bedroom to grab the pistol he kept in his nightstand, he grabbed his phone and furiously dialed your number. 

He held the phone between his shoulder and ear, checking the clip and cocking the hammer of the gun as he made his way around your home, checking every room carefully. The endless ringing coming through the line filled him with dread.

“C’mon baby, pick up. Pick up.”

The sound of your chipper voicemail had Frank swearing again, tossing his phone onto the bed as he dialed your number again and put it on speaker so he could get dressed. 

“Pick up the goddamn phone, Y/N.”

Frank nearly kicked the door to the bathroom off the hinges when he got your voicemail again. Where the fuck did you go? Why did you take off without saying anything? You never did that. You always told Frank when you were leaving, even if you were just stepping outside to check the mail. You knew how important it was for him to know where you were at all times.

Had he missed something when he came home? Did you say something to him about leaving? But where would you go without your car? Why would you-

Frank abruptly paused his incandescent pacing as realization spread like ice through his bones, completely freezing him in place. 

“Fuck.”

You had opened the door to greet Frank before he even made it to the front steps, your soft hands delicately searching Frank’s face and torso for injuries, gently trying to coax him out of his clothes, offering nothing but pure kindness and compassion to help in any way you could.

You just wanted to help. You always just wanted to help. As guilty as it made him feel to come home to you bloody and broken, you always swore that you didn’t mind putting him back together. You promised that you loved taking care of him. You assured him that it wasn’t a hindrance, but that it gave you peace of mind, because you knew no one would take care of him like you would, especially not himself. You even confessed to him that it made you feel better to do it.

“You always take such good care of me, Frankie. You’re always protecting me. I can’t protect you back, but I can take care of you. Being your healer gives me a sense of purpose. It makes all the noise fade away. It makes me happy, baby.”

You just wanted to help him, and he’d been a fucking dick. 

He snapped at you. 

He yelled at you. 

And when he closed his eyes, he saw the fear in yours, and it made him shudder. 

Frank helplessly dialed your number again, rushing to the living room to grab the keys to his truck, tucking the gun into the waistband of his jeans as he went into full blown panic mode.

“Fuck, sweetheart. C’mon, pick up the phone. Pick up the phone for me honey, please.”

Frank never meant to raise his voice at you. He didn’t mean to let his anger get the best of him in front of you. You didn’t deserve the way he had treated you. All you were trying to do was help, but he wasn’t thinking straight. He was completely depleted physically, impossibly frustrated, and his entire body throbbed with pain. 

But that wasn’t an excuse for him to snap at you like he had. 

“Would you fuckin’ quit? Goddamn, I been home two seconds and you’re already up my ass. Just fuckin’ back off. I don’t need you followin’ me around, bein’ all fuckin’ needy and shit. I can take care of myself, I don’t need you. Stop bein’ a pain in my goddamn ass and just let me fuckin’ be.”

Frank slammed the door to his truck shut as he forced his key into the ignition, clenching his jaw tightly and flaring his nostrils angrily as he glanced at himself in the rear view mirror.

“You’re one sorry son of a fuckin’ bitch, you know that? Fuckin’ asshole.”

Frank recklessly backed out of the driveway and peeled off down the road, nearly breaking his phone screen as he harshly pressed his thumb against your contact again. But this time when he dialed, it went straight to voicemail.

“Fuck!”

Frank sent his phone flying into the dashboard as he gripped his steering wheel with one hand, dragging his other palm down his face and quickly running it through his still damp hair as he tried to focus. You didn’t take your car, so you had to be on foot, which meant you couldn’t have gone far. But where would you go?

He drove around your neighborhood for nearly an hour, eyes frantically darting around the road and both sides of the street with the windows down. Every second that passed that he couldn’t find you filled him with more and more trepidation to the point where he felt nauseous. His hands shook despite the tight grip on his steering wheel, but he couldn’t tell if it was from anger or from fear.

What if he had fucked up too bad? What if he couldn’t fix this? What if he came home and you were gone for good?

Frank swallowed the lump forming in his throat as the image of your terrified face flashed in his brain again. He never wanted you to look at him like that. He never wanted you to be afraid of him. He felt absolutely sick with guilt that he had scared you so badly that you had run. When Frank drove by the park at the end of the street for the twenty-seventh time, he quickly hit the brakes and put his truck in park. You had brought him to this park a few times before to have a picnic. You liked to watch the kids play, and see all the pretty flowers when they started to bloom. Frank quietly shut his truck door and pocketed his keys as he walked over towards the playground, and he immediately stilled once he saw a shadow on a swing illuminated by the moonlight.

You.

Your back was to him as you sat on the swing, leaning your head against the set of chains that your hands were loosely wrapped around. Frank normally would’ve smiled at the fact that your feet didn’t even reach the ground, but right now it just broke his heart, because it reminded him of how small and delicate you were. He approached you cautiously, and the closer he got, the more he was able to see the gentle shake of your shoulders and hear your quiet sniffles, and his heart shattered all over again.

“Baby?”

Your spine instantly stiffened as his voice cut through the silence of the night. You never reacted to him that way. Even when he surprised you by entering a room without a word when you were too distracted to hear the heavy thud of his boots, you never jumped or got startled, because you knew it was just him. You were never afraid of his presence.

Until now.

When you didn’t respond, Frank slowly made his way around to the front of the swings, keeping a good distance between you and himself so that he didn’t frighten you anymore than he had. He couldn’t see your face from where he stood above you. Your head was tilted downwards, and your hair covered your face like a curtain. He was momentarily grateful that he couldn’t see the look on your face. He wasn’t sure if he could handle it.

“Sweetheart?”

Silence.

Frank’s fingers twitched at his sides. He didn’t know what to do. He knew what he wanted to do; rush forward and pick you up into his arms, hug your head against his chest, kiss your forehead and run his fingers through your hair as he apologized over and over. He just wanted to fix it and make it better. But he wasn’t sure if you even wanted him to touch you right now, and that hurt worse than a bullet to the skull.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Frank took a few more cautious steps forward and knelt down in front of you, still trying to keep enough space between you both to make you more comfortable.

“Honey…I’m…I’m sorry. I’m real fuckin’ sorry. I didn’t mean to-I shoulda never raised my voice at you like that. I didn’t mean to, baby. I swear.”

Nothing.

Frank closed his eyes for a moment as he fought back tears that threatened to build along his waterline. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to keep his voice calm and even as he pleaded with you.

“Y/N…please talk to me. Please, baby. Just…say somethin’. Yell at me, hit me, hell take this fuckin’ gun and empty the clip right in my fuckin’ chest. Just…somethin’.”

“I’m not gonna do that, Frank.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper as it hit his ears, and Frank hated how small and broken it sounded. He watched as you lifted your head slightly, tucking your hair behind your ears as you sniffled, still refusing to look at him. 

Frank thought he’d had his heart broken before, but that was nothing compared to seeing the pain on your face beneath the glow of the moon. He nearly broke down in tears seeing your puffy eyes and reddened nose, and the lingering hurt that was carved into every feature on your face.

“Baby-”

“I’m sorry I upset you.”

“What? What are you talkin’ about?”

Frank’s dark brows knit together in utter confusion at your apology, cocking his head to the side in complete disbelief.

“I just wanted to help. But…you’re right. I need…I need to back off. I…it’s too much. I’m too much-”

“Hey, stop it. That is not true-”

“Yes it is, Frank. You said it yourself.”

Even though your voice was more firm with anger behind it, there was no denying the ache that dripped from your words. Frank closed his eyes for a moment as he let out a heavy exhale through his nose, quickly shaking his head in rejection.

“I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean a goddamn word I said earlier. Alright?”

“Frank-”

Frank moved closer on his knees toward you, shaking his head quickly as he stared into your teary eyes.

“I didn’t. I swear…on Maria and the kids. I was…I was in a bad mood when I came home. I was frustrated, and I was hurtin’, and I took all that out on you, and that wasn’t fair. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. You didn’t do nothin’ wrong, you understand me? Nothin’. I was not upset with you. I do not think any of that. I…I lost my temper, baby. I’m sorry. I’ll never be able to apologize hard enough, and I’ll never forgive myself for scarin’ you like that.”

Frank wanted nothing more than to reach for you when your bottom lip started to tremble. He watched as you lowered your head, toying nervously with the bracelet around your wrist as you refused to look at him.

“You were so mad…”

The fear in your fragile voice would’ve brought Frank to his knees if he wasn’t already on them. He closed his eyes as a remorseful tear slipped down his cheek, swallowing thickly as he tightened his jaw and inhaled sharply.

“I…I didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart. I would never hurt you. Please…please tell me you know that.”

“Hurt me? I didn’t think you were going to hurt me, Frank.”

“I scared you-”

“I wasn’t scared of you, Frank. I was scared that you were mad at me. I thought I upset you…and that you didn’t want me there.”

Frank’s eyes flew open as he stared at you incredulously, lips parting as he began to shake his head quickly.

“Didn’t want you there? Baby, why would you say that?”

“Because you said you didn’t need me.”

As fresh tears slipped down your cheeks, Frank moved even closer on his knees until yours were pressed against his chest, fighting to keep his hands by his sides as he shook his head furiously.

“I didn’t mean that. I do need you, honey. I love you. You are the one goddamn good thing I got, and I don’t ever wanna lose you.”

“Promise?”

Frank hated that he had to make that promise to you. He hated that he had fucked up so royally, that you were even questioning it. But he would make that same promise until his lungs gave out if that’s what you needed from him.

“I promise, baby. Please forgive me, honey. That’ll never happen again, I swear.”

“I forgive you, Frankie.”

“Can I touch you, is that alright? Let me hold you, sweetheart. Please.”

Frank sighed in relief when you leaned forward to wrap your arms around him, instantly wrapping you up in his own arms as he held you protectively against his chest. A soft giggle slipped past your lips as you wiggled in his grasp.

“Easy, big guy. You’re crushing me.”

“Shit, sorry baby. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. How did you know I was here?”

Frank cupped your jaw in his large hand as he searched your face, giving a slight shake of his head.

“I didn’t. Been drivin’ ‘round for hours tryin’ to find you, sweetheart. You weren’t answerin’ your phone, and then it started goin’ straight to voicemail. I thought…I was assumin’ the worst.”

A sheepish expression coveted your features as you nibbled on your bottom lip nervously.

“I…turned it off. I’m sorry, Frank-”

“Don’t be. You just…scared the shit out of me, baby. I thought…thought somethin’ happened-you can’t do that to me, Y/N. You can’t just leave like that. You need space, I’ll give it to ya, but you gotta let me know that. I gotta know where you are, sweetheart. I gotta know you’re safe. I…I swear I’ll never snap at you like that again, but you gotta swear to me you’re not gonna run off on me like that again. Please.”

“I’m sorry…I wasn’t thinking. I was just…upset and-”

“I know, baby. I know. S’alright. I got you now, yeah?”

Leaning your face into Frank’s palm, you wrapped your hand around his wrist as you stared into his eyes and nodded your head slowly. A sad smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you swallowed thickly.

“I didn’t mean to run. It’s just…I had a really bad week, and I missed you so much. And you always…just being near you makes me feel better. I thought you were upset with me…and didn’t want me there…and I just…that made me feel even worse-”

A furrow formed between Frank’s brows as he looked at you, lips parting slightly as he wiped your cheeks with his thumbs.

“What happened that made it bad?”

“Just…stuff with work.”

“Why didn’t you call me, baby?”

“Because I hate bothering you with my problems when you’re away. It was stupid anyway-”

“Hey, it ain’t stupid if it hurts your feelin’s. And you never bother me, sweetheart. You can call me anytime, no matter what time it is, or what it is. I wanna be there for you as much as you are for me. I can’t stand the thought of you bein’ upset and feelin’ like you can’t come to me. You need me, you call me. You got that?”

Instead of answering, you pushed yourself off the swing so that you could climb onto Frank’s lap, burying your face in his chest as he tightened his arms around your body. He pressed a soft kiss to your head, gently rocking you from side to side on his lap when you clung to him even tighter.

“I love you, sweetheart. You know that, yeah?”

“I love you, Frankie. I’m sorry-”

“You got nothin’ to be sorry for. I’m the one that’s sorry. Will you let me take you home, baby? Been a week without you, just wanna lay down and hold you. Can I do that?”

Frank slowly rose up off his knees when he heard your muffled yes, keeping both arms wrapped around your waist securely as you locked your legs around his back. As he reached his truck door, you pulled back to stare into his eyes curiously with a tilt of your head.

“Why is there a gun in your jeans?”

“I’m just happy to see ya.”

A light smile appeared on your lips as you rolled your eyes with a shake of your head.

“I’m talking about the actual gun.”

“Ouch. Ya’know how to kick a guy when’s down, huh?”

“Frank-”

He cut you off with a gentle kiss as he pushed your back against his driver’s side door, trapping you there between it and his body. Brushing his nose against yours softly when he pulled back, he brought one of his hands up to tuck your hair behind your ear as he gazed at you.

“Told ya, baby. Wasn’t sure what happened at first. Thought I might need it.”

“And what were you planning to do with it?”

“Didn’t get that far. Just knew I had to find you, and wasn’t gonna let anyone get in my way.”

“So, what…you were gonna threaten the whole neighborhood to find me?”

“I’d wage war for you, sweetheart.”

The strength in Frank’s gravely voice and the intensity in his eyes confirmed his words. You knew he wasn’t lying, and it suddenly occurred to you just how far Frank would go to protect you. Gently grabbing onto the back of Frank’s neck, your lips parted slightly as you stared into his dark brown eyes.

“You’re…probably really…tired-”

“Wide awake, darlin’. You tired?”

Frank held your gaze, and you could see a flame starting to dance in his eyes. You knew that look, and it spread heat throughout your lower half that was trapped by his hips. Giving a slight shake of your head, you lightly fisted the collar of his shirt in your free hand, unable to tear away from the hunger in his eyes.

“Can I take you home, sweetheart? Show you how much I need you?”

“You can take me right here, Frankie.”

A low groan reverbated in his chest and it made you shiver. He leaned in to delicately brush his lips against yours, grabbing onto your hips tightly.

“Hate to wake up the whole neighborhood at this hour.”

“You really care about that right now?”

A sharp gasp fell from your mouth as Frank pushed his hips further against yours, allowing you to feel just how badly he needed you.

“Said hate to, baby. Didn’t say I wasn’t gonna.”

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