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“what’re you doin’, darlin’?” frank’s gruff voice is a hushed whisper as you kneel. you’ve cornered him in the hallway of your shared home the second he stumbled through the door. his handsome face is adorned with the unceremonious rewards of a long evening fighting new york’s most notorious criminals; lacerations and deep purple bruising evident even in the low light. “you’re always saying your targets should just listen to your orders and obey,” you murmur, and he’s already unbuckling his belt at the sound of your bedroom voice. though he pauses once his scar-embellished fist is wrapped around his hardening cock when he sees you sink lower, past his waistline and down to the floor. you make a show of it, the tip of your nose slowly tracing the laces. “i’m just fulfilling that desire.” the punisher’s breath hitches in his throat when you press your lips to the curved toe of his military combat boots. you can hear frank spit in his palm and begin to work his fist up and down his dick as you plant kisses on the scuffed, worn leather. “fuck,” he groans, but he practically chokes when you drag your tongue across the material, noting the coppery tang of blood left splattered across the shoes. “fuckin’— c’mere,” he practically snatches you from the floor, throwing you over his hulking shoulder and hauling you into the bedroom. frank spends the evening taking out his frustrations of a long, difficult and bloody evening by fucking you just how you like it, reinforcing your belief that everyone should kiss the boot.

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neighbor/handyman!frank castle x f!reader

cw: smut, fingering, pet names | 1.2k words | requested and proofread by @solarsimss

| part 1 |

Frank froze. For a man who had stared down bullets and walked through hell without blinking, the sudden heat of your breath against his chest rocked him like a blow to the gut. His entire body went rigid, the muscles in his arms locking tight in their crossed embrace.

For about three seconds, there was only the sound of the refrigerator humming and the distant traffic outside. His dark eyes went wide, pupils blown until they nearly swallowed the color of his irises.

Frank wasn’t flustered in the way a schoolboy would be, not stammering or stuttering, turning red…none of that. But there was something…a raw, unguarded shock in the way his jaw had clenched. Frank swore that he read you like an open book. For months, he had spent thinking you were a steady, bright light that kept his grim world from going pitch black. In all the time he spent coming over and doing little odd jobs, never did he expect to turn a page to a chapter like this.

“For fucks sake doll…” he rasped, voice dropping slightly before he regained his composure.

He didn’t push you away. Instead, his hands still a tad wet from replacing the washer in your kitchen sink, found their way to your waist. His grip wasn’t gentle, nothing Frank did was gentle. It had a possessive edge to it. He pulled you flush against him, feeling the soft curve of your body against the unforgiving hard planes of his chest. The scent of your fruity floral perfume on your skin, mixing with the metallic tang of his tools and the faint smell of gunpowder that seemed to be baked into his.

“You’re playin’ with fire, sweetheart.” he practically growled, his voice dropping to a freakishly low register. “You have no clue what kinda man I am when I stop playin’ nice.”

“So you telling me you never thought about it?” you hummed, curling the end of your sentence into a question.

“Bending me over that leaky sink? Pinning me down on that cabinet with the creaky hinges? Folding me up in that bed? The same bed with the brand new frame and headboard you put together for me?” you whispered, lips curving into a smile against the shell of his ear. You were painting the filthiest of images in Frank’s mind that made Fifty Shades look like a PG-13, Disney Channel coming of age story.

“Tell me…Tell me Frank.” you pleaded, voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me you never once thought about hiking my oversized shirts that fall shorter and shorter on me every time you come over. That you never once looked at me in them and thought about fucking me silly on every surface of this shitty ass apartment.” you said, voice low and through gritted teeth.

“Come on Frank…” you purred his name. “You’ve never wanted to screw my brains out…make me scream so loud the neighbors and everyone on the block knows how deep in me you are?” you peppered open mouthed kisses to the column of his throat, starting from that spot below his ear down to his pulse point.

“If you can say you’ve never thought about it at least once…I’ll drop it.”

Frank’s breath audibly hitched when your lips grazed his throat, a sound that was almost primal. The restraint he carefully constructed didn’t just crack, it shattered completely. Those images you painted weren’t just fantasies, they were real life urges he managed by the grace of self-control to suppress every time he watched you move around in those tiny ass shorts and oversized band tees you always wore.

His fingers dug into your hips, his thumbs tracing little circles on your hip bone. He wasn’t thinking about honor codes or restraint anymore. “Y’want the truth sweetheart?” he murmured, his Queens accent thicker than cold oatmeal.

He grabbed you by the back of the neck, not painfully, just sudden. An overwhelming dominance that forced your head back making you look him in the eyes. “I’ve thought about it since the day I fucking met you. How easy it you be to flip you around that counter, to feel you shaking under me…I’ve thought about all the ways I could make you scream until your throat is raw.”

His grip tightened, pulling you two inches apart. “If we start this doll, I ain’t stopping until you can’t walk straight.”

Finally shedding yourself of that ‘good girl’ neighbor act. Your hand snaked down his torso, stopping to cup and palm at the crotch of his denim jeans. You had an idea he was hung. He just kinda walked like it was heavy, but this…the bulge you felt. That was something that could only be explained as otherworldly. And the catch was, he wasn’t even hard yet.

Your eyes widened briefly, not even a full second, but you contained your surprise. Nothing got past Frank, he just smirked knowing.

“What’s the matter sweetheart? Bit off more than you can chew?” he gave a devilish grin. Frank knew he was huge. He reveled in the reactions to his size, and yours by far was his favorite.

“Fuck you Frank.” you scoffed, with no real offense to it. You weren’t that shocked by it. Of course that was a lie you’ve told yourself. The biggest you remember was barely 6 inches, you only tolerated it because it had a little girth to it. But overall it was still a shitty lay.

“Oh it’s fuck me now baby girl? You’re more than welcome to.” he gave you the laziest, cockiest smile ever. Pushing his hand past the waistband of your shorts. When his fingers found you slick, swollen, and completely unshielded underneath, he whistled.

“Bold.”

Frank didn’t wait, the slip of a moan was the permission he was waiting for. His breath came out as a ragged hiss. The contact was electrifying; he could feel how ready you were, how the heat of you coated his fingers.

“Fuck mama…” he rumbled, the words vibrating against your lips as he claimed them. “You’re soaking.”

He didn’t ease in, Frank Castle didn’t do anything halfway. His fingers moved with a ruthless, practiced efficiency, he bullied your weeping cunt. He wasn’t just fingering you, he was exploring you, learning your body. Finding every sensitive nerve and pressing against it until your knees buckled on that counter. He hooked one arm around your waist to keep you upright, keeping your hips pressed hard against his hand so he could feel every spasm of your muscles.

Frank pulled back from your lips, buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling you like a man starved. His stubble scraped against your skin in a way that was both irritating and intoxicating.

“This what you wanted?” he growled against your pulse point, fingers working faster, finding the angle that made your breath catch in your throat. “I wanted to see you back that talk up, all those pretty pictures you was paintin’.” he said biting at the column of your throat. You whined, writhing under his ministrations. The resolve you had prior, fading, you bit down on your bottom lip trying to contain yourself.

“Look at you, don’t tell you’re already falling apart on me?” he crooned. “What was all that you were talking mama?”

unicornsparklespliff

Older Boyfriend Frank Castle Headcannons

˙⋆✮Older boyfriend Frank who never lets go of you while in public.

You dragged Frank to the local farmers market, but every few seconds something new catches your attention and you skip off toward it. Frank grumbles but follows close in pursuit, the feeling of his rough chest against your back makes you look up at him. "Darlin', walk off from me one more time and we're leaving to teach you a lesson... you hear?"

You giggle and roll your eyes saying yes, Frank grabs your jaw and tilts his head making your giggles come to a halt, "'Yes' who?", "Yes, sir" you whisper.

The rest of the trip you don't let go of his hand and check every few seconds that he's still right behind you.

˙⋆✮ Older boyfriend Frank who comes home all blooded and bruised, and instead of letting you take care of him, he takes care of you.

The sound of the door opening followed by grunting fills the apartment you and Frank share, a few seconds follow before Frank walks in the bedroom favoring his right side. "Oh my god? What happened? Come here!" You freak out. You drag him to the bathroom and sit him on the closed toilet, grabbing the first aid kit out of the cabinet.

Frank winces at the touch of the burning cold alcohol pad "Baby, I'm fine. Just missed you is all." He keeps rubbing his hand up and down your thighs, the smell of your nighttime aroma makes his heart beat faster than before. "Gimme kiss? It'll make daddy feel better." The lowness of both his eyes and voice gets to you, the slight puckering of the lips doesn't help much either. With a sigh of fake annoyance you lean down and try to give him a small peck, but Frank deepens it before you can pull away.

A small whimper leaving your mouth was all it took for Frank to stand up and pick you up all in one full sweep, he hardly breaks the kiss to walk back to the bed. As soon as he lays you down he uses his knee to nudge your legs apart. Breaking away from the kiss he begins to peck down your neck, to your chest sucking slightly, then finally finding his treasure between your willingly open legs. "Wanna heal me, baby? Just let me taste you... its all the medicine I need."

honeyroots

frank eating out his girls so soft and gentle after a rough, hard fuck.. giggling

MDNI 18+.

it’s such a rough fuck too. he’s balls deep, pushing himself into your cervix with a rhythm that has drool spilling out the corners of your mouth. his cock is essentially bullying your cunt, rubbing your walls raw because he hasn’t used enough lube for his size. the speed of his thrusts massage your insides to the point of soreness. “my baby girl feels so good. i’m so sorry, honey, gonna make it up to you, yeah? just couldn’t wait.”

after he’s finished, his seed spread across your belly, frank dips his head in between your legs to inspect. your folds are puffy, pussy still leaking from your own arousal. frank offers a cool blow, testing out your sensitivity with a breath. with a grimace, you shut your legs around his head, wincing at the gentle contact of air against your slightly inflamed folds. “too sensitive, frank. too much.”

frank is gentle with the way he kisses your core, tongue jutting out to run a stripe over your slit with soft licks as if you’re a delicate ice sculpture melting under his tongue. he’s precise with the way he focuses on your clit, pulling at the nerve endings with his lips until he can feel your thighs begin to quiver. the real apology for being too rough comes in calculated swipes of his tongue inside your hole, carefully and gently soothing the plush walls he was too harsh on earlier. “feeling better, baby?”