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[starkclear]

omg thank you so much for the rec, this motivated me to start writing again <3

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i haven't done one of these in such a long time, so there are some from like kinktobers and stuff lmaoo these are all 18+, so minors fuck off <3

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1. din being your master, @fictionalnerdery 2. dark, @frannyzooey 3. grinding stop, @rosethornxs 4. bruises and bitemarks, @221bshrlocked 5. throat fucking, @babybugwrites 6. tight, @frannyzooey 7. anything from @babybugwrites 's din tag

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1. so in love, @balenciagabucky

[starkclear]

Tease

Pairing: dad’s best friend!frank castle x f!reader

Summary: reader spends the day teasing frank and acting bratty before he finally decides to punish her.

Requested: yes or no: “bestie pls i need more frank castle smut !! where he fucks the brattiness out of her. like imagine she is in her 20s and she has been a brat all day, maybe even calling him ‘old’ or something and he gets all riled up and fucks her till she begs for mercy😩”

Warnings: mentions of food/eating, sexual situations, p in v sex, slight dom & sub theme, slight degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), age gap/age difference (reader is a consenting adult)

Word Count: 1,445 words

Masterlist and Ao3

It started when Frank had to wake up early to go to “work”–which meant doing his job as the Punisher.

He slipped out of bed, pressing a gentle kiss to your hair, careful not to wake you. But little did he know, you were already awake and ready to cause trouble. You heard the coffee pot turn on from the kitchen and the sound of him brushing his teeth from the bathroom. You could smell the fresh coffee being made and it nearly made you drool.

No, you reminded yourself, you had to wait.

You closed your eyes, pretending to be lost in slumber as you heard him step back into your bedroom. He slipped a pair of jeans on, a black shirt and a black hoodie paired with boots. As the coffee machine signaled that it was done with a pattern of beeps, his heavy footsteps left toward the kitchen.

His morning routine was the same every time: Wake up, usually you’d make him breakfast but that wasn’t the case this time as you were “sleeping”, have a mug or two of black coffee, and leave.

You heard him making his own breakfast, the crackle of eggs on the stovetop and the sound of toast popping in and out of the toaster. But, you lay there, waiting.

It wasn’t until his fork and knife stopped scraping his plate and his dirty dishes clanked into the sink that you finally left the bed. You wore nothing but a shirt of his, the fabric stopping at the middle of your thighs and the collar slipping off of one shoulder. As he approached the front door, you stood in view of him.

“Frank?” you asked softly.

He turned around, his pupils dilating and his features softening.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, his voice just as soft as yours.

He walked towards you, his palm going to your cheek. “Didn’t mean to wake you,” his thumb traced your cheekbone as you stared up at him. “I gotta go, but I’ll see you tonight.”

You pouted. “You’re gonna leave me all alone?”

He sighed. “I have to, I’m sorry,” he brought you close to him, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back.

“Had a dream about you,” you whispered into his neck.

You felt his body stiffen at the tone of your voice.

“Woke up slick all down my thighs.”

He growled under his breath.

“You had your mouth on me,” you kissed his neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. “You wouldn’t stop making me cum on your tongue.”

His grip on you tightened and you could feel his cock hardening through his jeans.

You pulled away, pecked his lips, and said, “I’ll see you tonight.”

His mouth gaped open as you left him to make yourself a cup of coffee.

The front door shut behind him louder than normal.

After having the rest of the coffee in the pot and doing his dishes, you headed to your father’s place, knowing he was at work. You spent the morning showering, shaving, and pampering yourself for the night you knew you were going to cause. You lathered yourself in scented lotions and even picked out a set of lingerie you knew he’d love. You did your makeup and styled your hair to your liking, ate a late lunch, and then drove back to Frank’s place.

Once you got there, you quickly peeled off your clothes, leaving you in the lingerie. As you sat on his bed with barely any fabric on your skin, you decided to dial his number on your phone.

“Hey babe, you okay?” he asked, confused. You never called him while he was working.

“I’m on your bed waiting for you,” you told him. “And I’m wearing lingerie. I think you’d really like it.”

You could hear him sigh on the other line.

“I’ll be home soon, alright? Just give me another hour or two.”

A smirk grew on your lips. “I’m playing with myself, Frank,” you whispered into the phone, your fingers reaching down to your panties. You pressed your fingers against your clothed clit, your breathing ragged at the pleasure you began to give yourself . “Don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“Cut it out,” he warned into the phone, his voice low and raspy. “Can’t tease me like this while I’m workin’.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “What are you going to do about it, old man?” you teased. “You gonna spank me?”

It took a few heartbeats for him to respond.

“I’ll be home in twenty minutes.”

He hung up the phone, making your heart race in anticipation.

Waiting for him was the worst part. You stared at the alarm clock on his bedside table, the glowing red numbers mocking you. The ache between your legs grew with each passing second, excited for the activities you would soon endure.

The front door burst open and the sound of his heavy footsteps echoed throughout the place. You chewed on your bottom lip, heart racing as his footsteps neared the bedroom.

He kicked the door open, stomping towards you.

You were seated on your knees, hands clasped together, attempting to look as innocent as possible in your lingerie.

He pointed his finger at you. “You think you can be a brat all day, making me hard as a goddamn rock while I’m tryin’ to do my job?” He hovered over you, glaring into your eyes.

You batted your eyelashes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He took a seat on the bed before grabbing you and pulling you over his legs.

“Why do they call me Punisher?” he ordered.

Your cheeks flushed at his demand. “Because, you punish people for doing bad things.”

“And were you a good girl today?” he interrogated.

You gulped. “No.”

“So, you need to be punished.” He gave your ass a gentle rub before his hand came down against it. Hard.

You gasped as his calloused palm landed against your cheek, the skin of your ass stinging with every spank.

But, he knew you loved this. He knew that every spank went straight to your core, soaking your panties as you clenched around nothing.

After the tenth spank, he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you off of his legs. You fell backward against the bed, waiting for his next move.

He stood up and stripped his clothes off, including his briefs, his erection slapping against his stomach. He then grabbed you by your calves, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

His hands went to your thong, ripping the fabric off of you.

You watched, eyes wide, as he spat in his hand, gave himself a couple lazy strokes, before entering you without warning.

Skin slapping against skin and grunts of his own filled his small bedroom. You felt drunk on cock, absolutely blissed out as your cunt already began to tighten around him.

“This what you wanted?” he asked, snapping his hips into you at a rapid pace. He grabbed your legs, moving them to rest on his shoulders. You could feel his tip brushing against that spot inside of you that drove you mad. “Don’t go dumb on me, baby,” he warned, giving your thigh a gentle slap. “Need you to answer me. Is this what you wanted? Hm?”

“Yes, fuck, Frank, yes!” you answered, grabbing onto his wrists that resided on your waist.

His grip on you tightened, his pace growing sloppy as he chased his release.

His thumb went to your clit, rubbing harsh circles against it.

“Need you to cum for me, baby,” he groaned. “Need to feel you grip me.”

The combination of the lingering stinging on your ass, his tip hitting your g-spot, and his thumb rubbing your sensitive bud made your entire body spasm as you came. You screamed as your pussy clenched around him, wave after wave washing over you. Your aftershocks made his hips stutter, before finally, you felt his thick ropes of cum paint your walls.

He fell against you, his bodyweight a comfortable heaviness on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him in place against you. He peppered the side of your neck with kisses, a silent question: Are you okay?

You brought your hands to his hair, massaging and scratching his scalp. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, letting your lips rest against the skin there for a moment before nodding, letting him know you were in fact okay.

“That was so worth it,” you whispered, relishing in the warmth of his skin.

He pulled away from you. “Who said it was over?”

[starkclear]

How is it there isn’t more cockwarming with Frank Castle in the entirety of Tumblr! Can you please please please do one?

Love your writing btw xx

summary: frank likes to tease

warnings: 18+ nsfw, smut, cockwarming, guns.

a/n: I don't think Frank is patient enough for this tbh. but anything for u bae <3 also im not good at writing smut so, excuse that lolsies

"Frank," you whined. "Come back to bed."

He hadn't left. Not like he usually did. No. He usually snuck out in the middle of the night, and came home blood soaked. But today when you woke up in an empty bed, and crept through the apartment, you found Frank sitting on the couch polishing his guns.

"Not right now, sweetheart," he grumbled. "Busy."

"Seriously," you muttered. You ran your hands over his chest, up his shoulders, leaning over him until your lips brushed over his neck. "Bed. Now."

Frank chuckled at your determination. But he was stubborn as all hell. He won every argument. But you're your mothers daughter, and never stand down, even when it's good for you. Being equally as stubborn was never easy, always butting heads, but at least Frank knew that you wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone who came near you.

Frank didn't move. He just sat, running his greasy cloth over every weapon that sat splayed on the table.

"I can't sleep when you're out here," you whined again, desperate to drag him away from the task at hand.

"Then sleep here."

You knew that he wanted you to curl up on the sofa next to him and sleep quietly, leaving him to his polishing. But instead, you shimmied between him and his handgun, and curled up on his lap, burying your face in his chest. You squirmed in his lap, trying to get comfortable, and had to hide your grin when he choked back a groan.

Frank nearly dropped the gun. You were one relentless son of a bitch. One of his hands curled around your waist, the other white-knuckling the gun.

"I'll tell you what, sweetheart," he negotiated. "If you can sit here, quietly, i'll let you stay."

"But?"

There was always a but with Frank.

"But, if you make a single noise, you have to go back to bed, by yourself, and leave me alone."

"Frank, I don't know what you mean," you began, frustratedly.

Then he bucked his hips. The colour flushed from your cheeks and your mouth began to water. You wanted to whimper and whine, borderline beg, but you didn't dare want to ruin the moment.

You bit your lip until it bled. Frank was honestly impressed with you. You were being well behaved, which was no small feat for you. You let him maneuver you and lift you so that he could situate himself at your entrance. You nearly screamed as he pulled your underwear aside, but instead your scrunched your eyes closed and dug your nails into his shoulders. He seated you on his lap, and you had never felt so full.

"Attagirl," he mumbled into your hair, ghosting his fingertips over the apex of your thighs. If he touched you properly, it would be your downfall.

"Don't move," he commanded. "Let me work."

And you did. You stayed still, stayed quiet. You obeyed, even though every part of you wanted to betray him, and circle your hips, and moan in his ear. You counted tiles on the wall, and watched seconds tick by. You watched the moon slowly, achingly trudge across the sky. If anybody looked in your window now, they'd see an innocent and loving scene.

You were nearly falling asleep when Frank bucked his hips. Your eyes shot open as you let out a strangled cry. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth.

"What, cat got your tongue?" Frank laughed.

"Why'd you do that?" you nearly sobbed.

"I wanted to remind you who you belonged to," he stated simply, butterflies fluttered inside of you at the words. "Let's go to bed, sweetheart."

"Fucking finally."

[starkclear]

“aww! my comfort character is so soft!”

the comfort character in question:

[starkclear]

Tension pt.4

Summary : You're taking your time recovering while the mood shifts between Matt and Frank who are both trying to take care of you.

Words : 4271

Warnings : none, fluff ?, comfort

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

When you opened your eyes the next time, you were way more comfortable than the situation you had been in previously. Your eyes took some time to focus and you found yourself squinting at the light that seemed harsh after having been in a dark environment for so long. You could hear a faint and frequent beep and felt a needle sticking in your skin on your right arm. For a brief moment, you wondered if you were being drugged again but the rational part of you told you you were clearly in a hospital.

You took a deep breath and groaned when you felt every inch of your skin and bones screaming in pain. You heard some movement to your right and your breath hitched, wondering if this was all part of your fantasy. Your breath quickened and your tried to scoot back as whoever was in the room was approaching you. You registered the beeping speeding up in the back of your mind.

"No, no, no.", you whispered again and again.

You felt relief wash over you and settle your quickening heartbeat when Karen's familiar face popped into your vision and you let out a sigh. You relaxed into the bed and before you could control it, tears were welling up into your eyes. Seeing Karen again filled you with a glee you just couldn't express and you lifted your hand just a bit, the only movement that wasn't too painful. She grabbed it and smiled down at you, her tearful eyes locking onto yours.

"I've missed you.", she said, and it seemed to be your last straw because you let out a sob, finally letting out all the emotions you had felt during that period. She leaned down and carefully wrapped an arm around you.

Over her shoulder, you saw Foggy's sympathetic smile and you smiled back at him through your tears, lifting your other arm in a motion for him to join. It seemed like he hadn't gotten much sleep, deep set bags under his red eyes. He walked to you quickly and hugged you too. You closed your eyes and felt yourself being in the situation you had played over and over again in your mind when you were desperate.

You sobbed for a bit while they held you and when you quieted down they stood up again but both held one of your hands.

"I really missed you. And not only for your delicious meals.", Foggy said, and even though his tone tried to be humourous, you detected just how sad he was. You let out a chuckle and then groaned at the sharp pain you felt in your ribs.

That seemed to worry them and remind them of your situation, so they called the nurse to announce that you had woken up. You looked around the room, trying to see Matt or Frank but none of them were there.

"They're just outside, discussing something but don't worry, they actually haven't left your room since you've been here." Karen explained, seemingly noticing your eyes that dashed around the room. You nodded at her explanation.

"How long... has it been ?", you asked, not sure how to formulate your question because you wanted to know how long you'd been in the hospital but also how long you were actually stuck in that place. Foggy sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder gently.

"You were there for a bit more than four weeks and you arrived here a week ago." he said as he looked at you apologetically.

You had stayed in that horrible place for more than a month ? You didn't have time to dwell on it, the door opening and the nurse walking in, followed by Matt and Frank. You stared at them, the last image you had of them killing and beating up those guys replaying in your mind. You had never seen such rage in Frank's eyes yet he had seemed focused and didn't miss one shot. That violent image of them flew out of the window when they both offered you a small smile which you reciprocated before wincing at the pain.

"Welcome back." the nurse said followed by your name and smiled at you. Karen and Foggy stepped back and left the room, leaving only you, Matt, Frank and the nurse.

"Are you comfortable with them being here ?", she asked. You looked at them once more and nodded a bit. They did save you after all.

"Perfect." she answered and smiled again before giving you a report on everything that was broken in you. You had a twisted ankle, two broken ribs, deep and long cuts on your back, your thighs, your chest and your stomach, that she explained would leave big scars, and your whole face and body were bruised. You had also lost a lot of weight from being underfed and you were severely dehydrated. You let out a scoff, thinking you would just never recover from this. Every movement was painful.

"I know you think this might be the end of you. But we'll help you get better, I promise. I can assure you that in three weeks, you'll be able to walk out of the hospital. Well maybe with a limp but it won't be nearly as painful.", she explained making you chuckled a bit. She did a few more checks and explained that they had been feeding you through a tube but that they would now send you food, before leaving the room.

When she closed the door softly behind her, you were left with the two men who were waiting for you to say anything. You rolled your eyes and gestured for them to come closer. Frank walked to your left and you could just see the amount of guilt that was threatening to spill out of his eyes. Matt came to your right and put his hand on yours.

"How are you feeling ?", Matt asked, and you couldn't read his expression because of his signature red tinted glasses that hid his eyes.

"I've been better." you just said, your gaze shifting from one to the other occasionally. Matt huffed and gave you a sad smile.

"I'm sorry. We should've found you earlier.", he continued. You looked down. You weren't going to lie, you did wonder why it took them so long considering they were supposed to be pros at this but you were just grateful that they found you anyway. You may have been in a completely different state for all you knew so it must not have been easy to track you down.

So you offered them a weak smile and shook your head a bit.

"Don't apologize. I'm just glad you found me.", you said. He nodded, his head hanging low as if in shame. You squeezed his hand which he reciprocated.

"I'll let you guys talk.", he said, before leaving the room with only you and Frank.

You looked nervously at him, not sure which reaction he was going to offer. His usually imperceptible front seemed to crumble a bit as he stepped forward and slipped an arm around you carefully. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the embrace, having missed the way he felt against you.

"I'm sorry", he whispered in your ear, and you could tell that this time, he was talking about the whole situation. You nodded, accepting his apology. He stood up and held your hand, seemingly needing some contact with you as if to make sure you were really here and okay.

"I wanted to get you guys away from my problems but I just left them here with you and left.", he said remorsefully.

"It's okay. You didn't know." you whispered, and you did mean it. No part of you held any hatred or disappointment towards Frank. You could also tell how guilty he felt, his eyes clearly being tearful now that the two of you were alone.

He suddenly got serious, and his face got closer to yours. You could tell he was holding back his anger as he spoke through his teeth.

"I just want to let you know that all of those bastards got exactly what they deserved."

His voice was low and threatening, and you knew he meant it by his expression. You couldn't even imagine what he did to them, so you just nodded and let out a breath. You never took a side in the whole moral dilemma that was brought up with his way of dealing with his problems, but you did feel a lot safer knowing that those terrible people would never do that to anyone else again.

You let go of his hand and brought yours up to his cheek gently, whispering a small "Thank you".

He nodded, swallowing harshly and stoop up again, your hand slipping away from his cheek.

After that, you took your time to heal. The nurses taking care of you were incredibly sweet, reassuring you whenever you needed it and helping you in your recovery. You were also never alone, either Matt or Frank was there and Foggy and Karen visited once every two days to see how you were doing. You were grateful to be surrounded by such amazing people who helped you get back on track.

However, you didn't think you would ever be able to live a normal life again. Since being in the hospital, you had vivid nightmares every night. Different scenarios but always the same outcome : you, in that filthy basement, tied up again. You'd wake up sweating, sitting up roughly while panting. It would hurt every wound you had every time.

The first time it happened, Frank was staying with you. He got up quickly, thinking that someone got in, and swiftly grabbed his gun, raising it. When he noticed that no one else was in the room, he relaxed and put the gun back in the waistband of his jeans before walking towards you. Tears were now falling out of your eyes rapidly, your breathing still erratic.

"Hey, hey, hey." he said and placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it and mumbling reassuring words.

"It's okay, you're safe now. I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you."

You found yourself slowly calming down at his voice and words, and eventually you relaxed back into the bed.

When Matt was looking over you, it seemed like Frank had already warned him because he was immediately at your side, rubbing your back. He didn't seem to be able to calm you down, so he eventually slipped in the bed and as he held onto you, you fell asleep. The next morning was a bit awkward, to say the least, when Frank stepped in to take over. You ignored the icy expression on his face before digging in to your breakfast.

After five days, the nurse deemed it safe for you to try and walk. Not only did you have a twisted ankle, but the fact that you stayed seated for more than a month had turned your muscles into mush. She held onto you as you grabbed the bar that was placed in the reeducation room. Frank had his arms crossed and was watching you attentively, his back pressed against the wall. You weren't able to get much done on the first day but the nurse reassured you that it was normal and in a few days you'd be able to get a few steps in.

That night, Frank seemed to one up Matt and decided to get into your bed before you even fell asleep.

"You won't even get nightmares like this." he assured, smirking down at you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes but didn't complain.

You couldn't help but admit that having the heat of his body against yours helped tremendously and it was probably the first time you had managed to fully sleep through the night. You woke up the next day and felt Frank's steady breath against your hair. You were on your back, and he was partially on his side, his right arm stretching out over your head. You smiled and got closer to him as you fell back asleep.

A few days later, Matt was looking over you. He had proposed to help you shower. You hesitated for a bit. You weren't sure it was a good idea, to be honest, but you did really need to get scrubbed and couldn't do so on your own. You supposed the nurses could do it, but Matt was your friend after all. So you agreed.

He helped you in the shower and sat you down on the shower seat. He easily slipped your gown off, and you were already naked underneath. He scrubbed every part of your body you had asked, before giving you the sponge and leaving for you to clean your private areas. When you were done, he came in and dried you off, slipping a new gown onto you. He rolled you back to your room in a wheelchair before the nurse brought you some food.

Your day had gone okay and at the end of it, you were enthusiastically talking with Matt about how you had managed to walk through half of the room. He smiled at you and you continued your conversation.

During the next weeks, it seemed like Matt and Frank were trying to make you mad. They had this unspoken rivalry between them and you weren't even sure why, considering Matt had never been interested in you. It was all subtle of course, neither of them wanting to admit how stupid they were actually acting.

As for your health, you were starting to feel a lot better. Your ankle and ribs were healing quickly and after two weeks, you were able to walk the whole length of the room. Your cuts were scarring, your bruises were slowly yellowing, you gained back some of the weight you had lost and your mind was accepting that you were safe. It didn't make your nightmares stop but at least when someone came in the room, you didn't flinch anymore.

As the date of your discharge was approaching, you were wondering how you'd manage once you were all alone. You were dreading it but you knew that all of your friends had their own responsibilities and couldn't mind you 24/7. It seemed that you weren't the only one thinking about it because two days before your release, while Foggy and Karen were there with Matt and Frank, the subject came up.

"Obviously I'll be staying with her.", Frank said, his voice leaving no room for any argument. It seemed that Matt didn't care because he answered.

"I think it would be safer for her to live at my place."

You rolled your eyes at the discussion, annoyed that they were talking about you as if you weren't there. You were too tired to argue right now, so you just let them talk it out.

"Your place has already been compromised and you wouldn't kill anyone that got in.", Frank answered, anger slowly rising in his voice. Matt frowned.

"I could still protect her."

"Drop it, Red. I'm staying with her."

Foggy and Karen were looking at you uncomfortably, but you could only offer an exasperated gaze. They truly were like children. You figured they were probably both trying to make up for the fact that you got taken.

"Don't you think you've done enough ?", Matt asked and the air stilled.

Now, you had never blamed Frank for what happened. It wasn't his fault. You were the one that got involved in the first place. But you knew that Frank put all of the blame and responsibility on his shoulders and the weight of it was crushing him. So you couldn't even begin to imagine what he was feeling after hearing that.

You weren't sure what to say and clearly neither did anyone because the room was silent as Frank glared at Matt. You knew he was projecting anger but he was probably feeling terrible about someone bringing up the fact that it was him that caused this is in the first place.

Matt seemed to regret what he said because his head dropped and he sighed.

"Frank, I'm-" before he could finish, Frank cut him off.

"I don't want to hear it." he answered gruffly.

It was awkward after that. Karen and Foggy left not long after and managed to drag Matt out with them.

When it was only you and Frank, you looked at him cautiously.

"You know he didn't mean that.", you said. He scoffed.

"I know he did. And I know you all think it too."

He got up, seemingly too agitated, and walked to the window. He looked out, trying to calm down. You pushed on your hands to sit up and slowly swung your legs so that they were hanging from the bed. You placed your feet on the ground carefully and took the few steps separating you and him.

When you reached him, you wrapped your arms around him and placed your cheek on his back, closing your eyes. You seemed to have startled him because his head turned quickly to look at you but you were hidden by his frame.

"It's not your fault." you whispered. His head turned back around and you felt his hands resting on yours. He just hummed, clearly not agreeing with you. The last thing you wanted was for him to have something else to feel guilty about.

He turned around and hugged you tightly before guiding you back to your bed. When you were both laying down, your hand in his as his thumb traced back and forth on the top of it, he spoke up.

"You can stay with Matt if you want.", he said. He tried to seem indifferent but was clearly showing you a more vulnerable side of him.

"We can switch.", you answered simply. You didn't mind spending a few nights a week at Matt's and if it helped resolve this sticky situation you were all for it.

The next morning, you explained to Matt that you had decided to switch between your apartment and his every four days. He agreed, and some of the tension between Matt and Frank was resolved a bit.

When you were finally released, you started by going to your house. You explained to Matt that you needed to stay at your place for the first few days to be in a familiar setting. When you entered your house, you were hit with a wave of nostalgia. Even though it had only been two months, the smell of your apartment and the decoration seemed like a distant memory.

As you stepped in, you heard Frank behind you softly closing the door and dropping your bag. He gave you some space as you became familiar with the flat again, and you realized just how much dust had collected. You went to the kitchen and grunted as you bent down to grab the sweeper. He rushed to the kitchen to see what was happening and as soon as you stood up with the item in hand, he scoffed and grabbed it.

"What do you think you're doing exactly ?", he asked and grabbed the sweeper out of your hand.

You looked up at him unimpressed.

"I'm trying to clean up a bit, to not suffocate in all the dust.", you said, your voice indicating that you were pointing out something obvious.

He seemed to let your attitude slide as he answered, "I'll do it. Go sit down."

"I can do it.", you said and tried to grab it back. He easily put it out of your reach.

"You were barely able to bend over to get it. Go sit down.", he repeated and his voice left no room to argue, so you sighed but listened and walked slowly to your couch.

Maybe he wasn't wrong because even that small walk took a lot of your energy and your limp wasn't completely gone. You let yourself fall back against the couch and let out a breath. You watched as he started cleaning up a bit and it made your heart swell.

You shook your head as if to stop the thoughts invading it. You needed to control yourself before you got carried away.

It seemed like he didn't really know what he was doing, his movements clumsy, but you couldn't help but smile at the effort. When he was done, he put it back in the kitchen and asked if you wanted something to eat. You eagerly agreed, feeling your stomach ache because of its emptiness. He ordered something for the both of you and when it arrived, you both settled down to eat it.

You put on a movie that both of you couldn't care less about. Your shoulder was touching his as you both dug into your meals, and you wanted to sink into his heat and fall asleep. You could see that some of his military habits didn't leave because he was eating as if he was starving and he had a limited amount of time to finish, shoving bite after bite in his mouth and not taking the time to savour anything. You had noticed that habit when you brought your meals to the office but hadn't thought about it much. Now, you just wanted to tell him he could slow down, but you figured it wasn't the moment.

You just tried to follow the plot of the movie. The main actress had to choose between two love interests. She could either go to the airport to stop one of them from leaving, or she could go to the restaurant and join the other. She was struggling with the decision and ended up choosing the man at the airport.

As she ran through the airport and reached him, jumping into his arms, the credits rolled and you scoffed, turning off the TV. Frank left his empty box on the table and leaned back on the couch.

"That's ridiculous. She should have chosen the guy at the restaurant.", you said, stacking your empty box on top of Frank's and settling back against the couch too.

"Oh yeah ? Why's that ?", Frank asked and he seemed partially interested, which you hadn't expected. You thought he had barely watched the movie.

"He's better for her. He's stable. Even with the choice, he was waiting for her at the restaurant but she had to run after the other guy."

"Maybe she wanted a little adventure.", he said playfully, smirking while looking down at you. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

"Yeah maybe.", you answered.

He threw away the trash and helped you into your bedroom before grabbing your bag and bringing it to you. You sat on the bed and couldn't believe you finally had a whole comfortable bed all to yourself.

"Well, goodnight then. I'll be on the couch.", he said and turned around, barely giving you enough time to react.

"What  ?! No.", you answered, making him look at you, one eyebrow raised, "There's no way you're sleeping on the couch after helping me all day. You must be exhausted."

He looked at you for a bit and he really must've been tired because it didn't take much convincing for him to give in and close the door behind him.

Satisfied, you winced as you got up and limped to your drawer to get your pyjamas. As you grabbed them, you paused to consider how you were going to slip them on. You opened the trousers you were wearing and tried to slide them down your legs but as you reached your knees, you groaned.

Instantly, his hands were on you, turning you around.

"Stop trying to push yourself too much. You'll slow the healing process.", he complained while kneeling and taking your trousers completely off, waiting for you to lift one foot and then the other. He placed it on your drawer and grabbed your pyjama pants to slip them on you. You blushed at the situation and tried to comply as quickly as possible for this to be over.

When you were fully changed, he disappeared into the bathroom while you laid down on the bed. You saw your phone light up and found a message from Matt asking if you were doing okay. You smiled and texted back, giving him a quick rundown of your day. You heard the door to your bathroom open in the back of your mind before Frank's voice caught your attention.

"Whose got you smiling like that ?", he asked, trying not to seem bothered by it but failing.

"Just Matty.", you answered, locking your phone and putting it on the bedside table. When you turned around to tell him you were just telling Matt how your day went, you paused. He was only wearing sweatpants. You stared at his sculpted chest as he walked to the bed, and couldn't help but blush. You tried to play it off and shift your gaze before he noticed but you were sure he did anyway.

You felt the bed dip when he lied down beside you. You turned the light off, leaving you both in silence and in the dark.

"Thank you, Frank. For taking care of me." you said, sincerely. You hadn't done so since this all began so you wanted to express your gratitude now that you were in your own space and alone.

"Of course.", he answered, and you heard the sheets shuffle a bit before you felt his breath on your face. Before you could register what was happening, you felt a small kiss being pressed on your forehead. Your cheeks lit up. You had never been more grateful for the dark than now.

You slept soundly that night, Frank appearing in your nightmare and saving you again.

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Tension pt.3

Summary : After getting things back to a relatively normal state with Frank, he leaves and you find yourself in the worst situation of your life.

Words : 4355

Warnings : Very vivid depictions of violence and torture, near death experience, drugging, scarring

P.S : There isn't much of Frank here but it's coming.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

After about a month, you had somehow managed to get things back to normal. There was still a bit of awkwardness between you of course, but you didn't talk much before... the incident either so it wasn't much of a change to how you had acted around each other at first. Sure, your heart still lightly ached from time to time when thinking of what could have been, but you knew you would eventually get over it completely.

Once Matt and Foggy won the trial and gave Frank back his freedom, you knew you wouldn't be seeing him nearly as much anyway which you felt relieved about in some sense. You knew he was going to leave, but you weren't quite ready for him to ask you to join him for a walk to say his goodbyes. Well, that wasn't how he had formulated it exactly, but you got the sentiment he was trying to convey.

You grabbed your jacket after everyone was done with their meal and followed him outside. Your hands were buried in your pockets as you waited for him to finally speak up.

"I'm leaving.", he said, which made you nod.

"I figured."

He smiled looking straight ahead.

"I just didn't want to leave on a bad note. I guess you're sort of my friends now, huh ?", you ignored the sting at the word 'friends'. You could tell he wasn't used to this and wasn't sure how to formulate his thoughts. You smiled at the effort he was clearly making to communicate with you.

"Will you still come by for some lunches ?", you asked, trying to make the tone lighter but he simply frowned and stopped walking. He said your name in a serious tone, so you turned to face him.

"You know I'm not coming back, right ?", he asked. Your face showed your confusion as you were trying to process what he was saying.

"What do you mean ?"

"I can't come back here. Just because I'm free doesn't mean there aren't people out there still looking for me.", he explained.

And there it was again, that feeling where your heart sank a bit, and you knew what was happening but you refused to believe it. You scoffed and shook your head.

"You can't just leave and never come back. We're your friends.", you said, reminding him of what he just told you.

"I know. That's why I'm trying to take all of this as far away as possible with me."

Even though you knew he made sense, your head couldn't seem to accept the thought. You looked down and tried to swallow back any stray tears that tried to slip through. You were finally on the right track again with him and he was suddenly leaving. You were never going to see him again.

You looked up at him, and he brought his hand up to your face, wiping the single tear that escaped your eyes with his thumb before grabbing your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist, enjoying his warmth and scent for the last time.

He leaned back and when you looked up at him you couldn't help but get on your tip toes and press a chaste kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes, even for the brief interaction, and sighed.

"For what it's worth, I'll always have some lunch ready for you, just in case.", you said, finally stepping away from him. He nodded, clearly avoiding looking at you to not get chocked up.

That's how it ended.

After that, you tried to forget about your short but passionate affair with Frank and put your whole energy into your work and your friends. It worked for a bit, you were distracted enough during the day and usually Karen and Foggy tried to drag you away to some bar at night. You appreciated their friendship more than ever and finally felt yourself healing and coming to terms with the fact that you'll never see him again.

One night, you decided you had had too much to drink and bid farewell to your friends, explaining you had an early morning the next day. They waved at you as you grabbed your bag's strap and waved back, stepping out into the night. You closed your eyes for a second and breathed in the fresh air.

It wasn't a long walk back to your apartment so you weren't worried about being out alone during the night. That was one of the things that Matt often took the time to chastise you over. You just weren't careful enough, and you thought that nothing bad would happen to you which would eventually lead you to your demise. You always brushed his worry off and tried to lighten the mood.

You wished you had listened to him and waited for Foggy and Karen when you felt a hand grab your shirt violently and pull you back against a chest. The person's other hand came over your mouth before you could scream and the hand grabbing your shirt disappeared before you felt the tip of a knife against your back. You felt a thin layer of sweat build up on your skin, your heart beating hard against your chest.

You tried to sober up enough to find a solution but it seemed like there was no escape. You felt tears come up to your eyes as you realised that you were doomed. Maybe he just wants some money, you thought. There it was again, your naiveness. You felt the tip of the knife press harder into your back and break the first layer of your skin making you shout out against his palm.

"Now you're going to come with me without struggling, got it ?", he asked. You nodded quickly and followed his movement as he lead you into a van and threw you into the back. You landed roughly on your forearms and heard the door close loudly behind you as someone else grabbed your arms painfully tight and pulled you up, ripping your bag from your shoulder and throwing it in a corner.

You gasped and before you could produce any more noise, you felt a piece of cloth being forced between your teeth as it was tied behind your head. The van started moving, and you could feel your breathing growing more and more irregular. You were pretty sure you were about to pass out.

It seemed like it was the plan anyway as your hands were tied behind your back and you felt a needle entering your skin at the top of your arm. Only a few seconds later, your eyes were forced closed by whatever chemical was injected into you and you felt your whole body going lax.

When you opened your eyes again, you were in a completely different setting. You didn't know how long it had been and you felt your head pulsating. You tried to move but noticed the heavy chains attached to your ankles and those on your wrists behind your back. You groaned, feeling the ache in your head spreading to your limbs, and tried moving only to realise the chains were attached to the wall behind you, meaning you had zero chances of getting away. You looked down and saw your feet bare but thankfully the rest of your clothes were intact. When you looked up to assess your surroundings, you found that you had to squint, one of the only sources of light being a small window, if it could even be considered as such. It was in the top corner of the room with regularly spaced bars on it. The only other source was a bulb attached to the ceiling that gave off a yellow-y hue. You noticed the room was completely empty except for a table. You tried to focus your eyes on the table that was across from you, in the middle of the room, and you finally noticed a man behind it. You were surprised at his appearance. He was wearing a suit and tie, polished shoes and glasses. He had a book in his hands, his legs crossed. It seemed like he was finishing his chapter before deciding to finally acknowledge you. He slid a bookmark on his page before closing the book and placing it on the side of the table. He looked at you and offered you a smile. It was probably meant to be reassuring but it made you shiver. "Hello.", you noticed his voice was smooth, and his tone was calm. It somehow made you even more nervous. "I know you must be confused. Don't worry, you're only here because we are trying to find Frank Castle. I won't cause you any harm.", he explained, pushing himself up with his hands that were flat against the table. He walked towards you and it seemed like you picked up every sound times ten and they all echoed in your head. You heard his loud footsteps getting closer until he reached you. You noticed that the ceiling was leaking, a steady drip hitting the floor and some cars passing by the window once in a while. As he approached you, you scooted back until your bach hit the wall and you didn't dare look up into his eyes. The movement made you wince as you felt a sharp pain in your back and you remembered the light stabbing you had received before you lost consciousness. You tried to twist and look at it, but you couldn't and sighed. He seemed to notice because he crouched in front of you and tilted his head to the side. "Well I did say that I wouldn't harm you. I can't speak for the men that work for me.", he said, his tone unchanging and a small smirk forming on his lips. You could feel your legs trembling and soon your whole body followed. You wondered if you were going into shock regarding the situation or if this was due to the drug they gave you. He reached out and as his hand came into contact with your cheek you flinched. "Well he did warn you, didn't he ?" he asked rhetorically, making you look up into his eyes in shock. Had they been tracking Frank's movements ? Did they hear him tell you that he wanted to get you, Matt, Karen and Foggy away from him because of this ? You wanted to warn him somehow but with your current situation you knew it was impossible. You also just wanted him to find you and get you away from this, but you knew he had left the city a long time ago, maybe even the country, so you had little to no hope. "We lost your friend a little while ago and desperate needs call for desperate measures, don't they ?", he got up as he talked and walked back towards the table. You couldn't bring yourself to even utter a word and even if you could, you just wouldn't know what you could say. "We'll feed you and such until he comes to pick you up." That seemed to encourage you to scratch your throat and finally answer. "What makes you think he will ?", you asked, your voice clearly having not been used in a while. "Mr. Castle has been watching over you.", he explained simply, making your eyes widen

slightly, "It seems like he can't quite keep you off his mind. He left the state, spent some time in Seattle and then decided to come back for some reason. It seems like he just couldn't help himself and had to come back to see how you were doing in his absence." You were silently cursing at Frank and his idiocy. You thought to yourself it would've been okay if he got caught for something worthwhile but he got caught just to stalk you from afar. "However, he judged you safe enough and left the country. We haven't been able to find him since.", he finished, leaving you to guess the rest of the story which you were clearly a part of. You briefly wondered who they were. You figured that Frank must have angered them with his Punisher activities, but that didn't really narrow down the number of potential enemies he had. You took a deep breath and looked down, knowing that you were about to have a difficult time here. You weren't wrong because as soon as the man left, you had to be guarded by some members of the Dogs of Hell that apparently teamed up with him. Even if the man's aura was intimidating and you knew he could do some real damage, you would have preferred to stay with him. During the first day, not only did you spend it doing absolutely nothing, but also having just the conversations of the gang members as entertainment. You sighed at their stupidity and wished they at least had a TV in the room or something. After a few hours of you being bored out of your mind, someone walked in the room with a tray of food. You looked at him wearily as he marched towards you. Before he could reach you, he was stopped by one of his friends who looked you dead in the eyes, sunk his entire hand in the bowl of whatever they were planning on serving you, before grabbing as much of it as he could and throwing it at you. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the impact, the possibility of eating anything, even if barely edible, growing thinner by the minute. They were all laughing at you, clearly enjoying your misery even though you had done nothing to them. After he had nearly emptied the bowl, he threw it in your direction before nodding towards the door at the guy holding the tray. He took the hint and started walking out. You started to lose hope but as he opened the door to walk out, the same man that threw food at you yelled a 'wait a minute !', making the other one stop and turn around. He walked towards the tray of food, grabbing the second bowl before turning around and going in your direction, a dirty smirk on his face. He let the bowl drop on the floor next to you, making the water in it splash around. Most of it fell out, but what was left was dirty anyway. "Almost forgot." he just said, before joining his laughing friends. You sighed and accepted that this was your reality now. You were right, the first day was identical to the ones that followed. You managed with what they gave you, but you could feel your body growing more and more tired. As time passed, you couldn't tell what day it was and how long you'd been here. The one time you finally spoke up and asked them to give you the date, they stopped their conversation and looked towards you. The multiple pairs of eyes that landed on you caused a shiver to run up your spine. You realised your mistake when one of them scoffed, grabbed a beer bottle and walked towards you quickly. "Who told you you could speak ?" he asked, his voice loud. When he reached you, he brought the bottle down to your head and you closed your eyes tightly. You felt lightheaded as the bottle smashed into tiny pieces of glass that flew everywhere and cut your forehead and the part of your head it had hit. You felt liquid run down your temple and the blood seemed to satisfy the men because they all grinned at your state. "This bitch thinks she can ask us questions." he scoffed, "Do you know what your little boyfriend did to our family ?" he asked and crouched down to look at you, his tone condescending. You could barely open your eyes, still in shock from the impact of the

bottle. He grabbed your hair at the back of your head and pulled on it, so you were forced to look at him. You groaned at the sudden movement and opened your eyes, trying to get this over with. "He killed three quarters of our men. Took all of them down in one night. Most of their kids are orphans now. That's why when he gets here, he has to see you all banged up before we torture you in front of him and shoot him in the head." You scoffed at that, even in your sorry state. You thought maybe you were losing your mind because you sat up slightly, as best as you could considering your more-than-likely concussion, and put your face closer to his. "When he gets here, he is going to open up your guts and hang you from your neck with them." He seemed stunned and you heard some 'ooh's' flying around behind. It was your turn to smirk at him. Your treatment definitely got worse after that and you felt a bit stupid for it but you couldn't help but be satisfied by the reaction. You weren't even sure Frank would ever show up but if you were going to die here, you might as well go out with an ounce of pride. They were doing everything in their power to keep you barely alive while taking out their anger on you. They usually took rounds beating you up for no reason. They would grab your hair, drive a knee into your brow bone. They would slap your face, choke you out, pull your chains back, leaving dark bruises all over your body. They probably broke a few ribs, injured a few bones by pressing down with their boots on any part of your body they could reach. When you didn't have the energy to sit up, you would lay down on your side and watch as they poured some water into your mouth forcefully and shoved a few pieces of whatever food they decided to serve to you that day. One day, they had left you for a few hours, doing whatever gangs would do, and you told yourself that now was the time to try to escape. You groaned as you sat up slowly, every inch of your body aching violently. Your black eye made it hard for you to open it, and the other was barely able to register any information with the lack of light. As you looked around on the floor, you saw a small knife behind the desk that must have fallen there when they got rowdy and didn't pay attention. Your body was too weak for you to offer any kind of reaction, but you got on your knees and used your last bits of strength to scoot forward. Your chains clanked making you freeze as you waited to hear any footsteps. When you didn't after a few seconds, you decided it was safe to keep going. The chains were heavy but quite long which worked in your favour as you finally reached the desk and bent over to crawl underneath. With your arms behind your back, you found your cheek stuck to the ground as you used your legs to push yourself forward. You finally came face to face with the knife and opened your mouth, ignoring the crying pain in your chapped and beaten up lips. You wrapped your mouth around the handle and started scooting backwards. It took you a while to get back and a few attempts for the knife not to fall out of your mouth but you sighed in relief and sagged against the wall when you felt your back hit it. You let go of the knife and tried to move it behind you with your legs so that you would decide what to do with it later. You tried to move the chains so that they were in their usual spot but the sound must have alerted them this time because they barged in the room. You felt sweat starting to form on your back. You wondered if they would notice your unusual position but they only looked at you before groaning and closing the door. You sighed in relief and closed your eyes. The days passed and passed, and you couldn't remember the last time you had seen the actual full light of the sun. You felt like you were losing your mind, your body growing weaker each day. You still hadn't found a way to use the knife. Since your hands were tied, there was no way for you to actually use it right and you had barely any energy left but you were sure you'd find a way. It

seemed like they were growing bored of you, so they upped the beatings and insults. "Seems like Castle doesn't care that much about you in the end, huh ? Making us waste our fucking time being here and looking over this useless bitch.", one of them said as he grabbed your throat and pulled you forward. You fell forward and gasped against the ground. After taking a few seconds to breathe, you could only hear deafening silence before his heavy steps led him behind you. "What the fuck is this ?", he asked angrily while grabbing the knife behind you. You started to panic and tears sprung to your eyes, knowing that the terrible treatment you were already living would only get worse. You weren't wrong because now they weren't afraid to use the knife on you, scarring your skin for life. At some point, you thought that it was only natural for the human mind to find safe places to escape to, to protect itself from the harsh world outside. So your mind did the same and every time you could, you would close your eyes and picture your life before any of this happened. You could see your friends smiling and laughing with you. You could hear their voices as they expressed their gratitude for the daily visits you paid them accompanied by food. They truly were some of the greatest friends you could have ever asked for. Your mind then wandered to Frank. You wondered how he was doing, if he had ever thought about you since fleeing the country. You thought about those weeks you had both spent just basking in the tension between you, and now you wished you had spoken to him earlier and gotten to know him better. You knew you couldn't change anything now and you found yourself smiling as you replayed any sweet memory you had of him. Even though there weren't many, they still made you forget about where you were. That's why the next time when one of the gang members was beating you to a pulp, you couldn't help but smile and close your eyes, deciding you were satisfied with the memories you had created in your life. You knew that this would probably be the last beating you'd take. Your body was destroyed, and your mind was following. You had nothing left. As you finally accepted your fate, you suddenly heard a scream from afar. The man beating you up paused and every head turned nervously towards the door. He let you go, making you fall flat against the ground, and grabbed his gun, slowly stepping towards the door. You used the last bit of energy you had to sit up and lean heavily against the wall, looking curiously towards the source of noise. "Okay, don't let him escape. Stay around the girl, he's gonna go for her at all cost.", one of them said, making all of them nod. Four men surrounded you and the others scattered around the small room, guns half raised. You could hear gunshots, loud bangs, screams and cries. He came for me, you thought which made you smile again. Even if those were your last breaths, you knew he cared enough to come for you. Suddenly, there was silence. Everything was still, and all the gang members were holding their breaths, eyes focused on the door. All of a sudden, it came crashing down violently in one go, and you saw Frank, your Frank, covered in blood from head to toe as he kicked the door down and marched in. He was holding a rifle, you would never know what type, but he raised it and started shooting at everyone in the room, expertly avoiding you. You saw rage in his eyes that you never had before. It was the first time you saw him in action after all. When they started shooting back, he took cover in the hallway, and suddenly you saw Matt's clubs flying through and hitting a guy on the head. You barely registered any of the fight happening around you, your eyes starting to close and your hearing fading out. Just as you were about to give in, you heard Matt scream 'Frank !' to get his attention on you and not long after, there were hands on your cheeks. You looked up and saw Frank. Your lips seemed to raise on their own and give him the biggest smile you could muster even if you winced halfway

through. You could hear grunts as Matt was taking down what was left of the guys. You felt his warm hands leave blood on your face, but you just couldn't find it in yourself to care even as you looked up at his face and outfit that were all covered in blood. You were just thinking that the memories you kept playing in your head for the past days, weeks, months, wouldn't be your last. Well, you hoped so because when you felt yourself finally being free of the chains, the bit of energy you used to smile up at him was spent and your eyes closed completely, your mind slipping away slowly just as he carried you out, one hand under your knees and the other under your back. In your half awake state of mind, you could hear muffled voices and you recognized Matt and Frank's voice. You felt warmth spread throughout your whole body, having missed their voices and realizing that it was finally over.

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i’m writing a matt one shot and idk whether to make it smutty or not 🤔

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this is so nice please, i can’t handle it

thanks so much for your kind words <3

Morning Sun

Summary : Frank takes his time pleasuring you in the morning.

Words : 2219

Warnings : smut

P.S : Thanks so much for the request, hope you like it ! I literally never know how to end these lol

Your favourite time of the day was the morning. It was when you had no problems yet and you felt the safest in Frank's arms. You weren't worried about him not coming home or being gravely injured, and you could just enjoy the warmth of his chest on your back. This morning specifically was no different. He woke up before you and let you sleep for a while. When he woke you up, he did it by pressing small kisses on the back of your neck and stroking your stomach softly, his thumb going back and forth. You stirred a bit as your mind slowly came back to reality. It took you a while to remember where you were but when you did, you just smiled and enjoyed the feeling of being in your own bubble. You hummed at some point, and he smiled against your skin. "Morning, darling." he whispered, not wanting to break the high both of you were in from each others' warmness. You turned around and looked up at him, your hand coming to stroke the side of his face. "Good morning, baby." you said, your voice scratchy. He smiled at you and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, your hand sliding behind his neck and stroking the back of his head. He stopped the kiss by moving up and pressing a kiss to your nose and then your forehead. Your eyes were still closed and honestly it felt like you had died and gone to heaven. You wished things would stay exactly like they were. He then slid down and pressed a kiss on your neck and shuffled, so he was now on top of you. You watched him curiously, your hand still stroking his hair. He kissed your collarbones and gently took your right breast in his hand. You hadn't bothered putting on clothes the night before so there weren't any obstacles between your body and him. He gave your right nipple small licks and leaned back, watching as it hardened. He pressed a kiss to it, his lips glistening with his spit and then brought his tongue to your left nipple, giving it the same treatment. You let out a breathy moan, your head leaning back. You wanted to close your eyes and focus only on the pleasure he was giving you but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight. You always knew Frank was a passionate man. It was kind of his thing. Being with him just proved how passionate he was about everything. If he had a mission at night, you knew he might get injured but he wouldn't give up until not one man was standing. When he needed to go into hiding, he cut every contact and changed his whole appearance, creating a fake identity. And you knew that this passion translated to how he treated your body. He would take his time, taking care of every inch he could reach. "You're still there, pretty girl ?" he asked, his lips moving against your stomach after he slid down. You looked down at him and smiled, nodding. He looked back at you fondly, his lips raising into a small smile before he pressed kisses along your stomach while sliding down further. He grabbed your underwear, with his teeth and looked up at you making your breath hitch. Seeing the Punisher in this position made tingles erupt in the bottom of your gut as you knew you were the only one that had the privilege of seeing this. He slid them down your legs, his fingers following, leaving goosebumps on their trail. He let your panties fall to the ground as he pressed a kiss on your ankle, crawling up your body while kissing your knee, your thigh and finally just above your slit. You could feel yourself breathing faster as you knew what followed. He placed his fingers on your lower lips and spread them, the cool air hitting your most sensitive area and making your legs twitch. He hummed and leaned forward, his tongue slowly touching your clit and giving it a small lick. This time you couldn't help it and closed your eyes, your head falling against the pillow beneath you that smelled like him. He came forward again, attaching his lips to you and sucking, making you gasp and arch your back a bit as if to push yourself more into his mouth. He slid his tongue down and slowly entered it in you, and

you moaned at the feeling of his wet tongue touching your walls. You grabbed the top of his head and trusted your hips up slightly to get his tongue deeper into you. He let out a chuckle, well as best as he could given his current position, and put his hand on your stomach, pushing you down but compensating by sliding himself deeper into you. He slid in and out of you a few times before trailing his tongue up and licking your clit repeatedly, this time using his finger to open you up. You moaned his name and threw your head back as you were feeling overwhelming pleasure from both of the movements. He hummed against you, causing the pleasure to intensify, and added a second finger, stretching you out even more. You could feel the pleasure building up in your belly, and with each stroke and lick, it grew bigger and bigger, spreading to your thighs and travelling down your legs. You couldn't stop moaning, and finally, the pressure burst and the sensation in your gut expanded to your chest, your shoulders, your arms and made you cry out his name as you reached your climax. He didn't stop his movements until you quieted down, your legs slightly shaking from the pleasure, only noticeable since your thighs were stuck to the sides of his head. He finally let up when you let out a whimper of oversensitivity and sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. While catching your breath, you blushed at the scandalous image of his mouth covered in your cum but you couldn't look away, feeling your pulsating clit seeking out stimulation again. He looked at you fondly and leaned down, giving you a soft kiss. "Did that feel good, sweetheart ?" he asked even though he knew the answer, he honestly just wanted to make you shy. You just nodded, and your cheeks grew even redder than before. "Do you want more, baby ?" he asked, and you could have melted into the sheets at his sweet nicknames and gentle tone, that he managed to achieve just for you even with his otherwise deep gravelly voice. "Yes, please." you whispered, looking up at him in the way you just knew he liked, eyes opened a tiny bit wider than usual and your bottom lip between your teeth. He groaned at your answer and pressed his body into yours and only now could you feel how hard he was. You knew he liked eating you out but you could have never guessed just how much. He sat up and took his underwear off before gently handling you so that you were laying down on your side again. You knew he liked taking you like this because he could reach so deep inside of you and hold onto you tightly while thrusting into you. As he slid behind you, you could feel his breath against your neck, making you smile. His hand came to your stomach again and gave a few strokes, and he pressed a kiss behind your ear before you felt his hand disappearing. He guided his tip into you and slowly pushed himself fully inside you, putting his hand on your hip. Your mouth dropped at the feeling and your own hand came up to grab the cushion by your head. His thrusts became deeper as he continued and you found yourself moaning at every one of them. His face was buried in the back of your neck, and you could hear the moans he was letting out each time he entered you. You clenched and heard him curse under his breath as his hips staggered. His hand slipped up to your breasts, and he began playing with your nipples making you lean your head back against his shoulder. You were now cheek to cheek, and you could feel the breaths he let out on your face. You wanted nothing more than to turn your head and kiss him but you felt like you were floating and couldn't guide your body to do anything. It seemed that he knew what you were thinking because his hand came up to your face and turned it so that you were looking directly up at him. As he kept thrusting, he brought his lips to yours and he let his hand drop to your clit once again. You were sensitive from earlier but you could already feel your second orgasm building up. The sloppy kisses you were giving each other upped your pleasure and you just

needed to grab onto something. You liked this position just as much as Frank but one thing that annoyed you was the lack of contact from you to him. So you did as best as you could and twisted your upper body a bit more, your hand resting on his hip that was driving in and out of you. He seemed surprised at the contact and stopped kissing you, looking into your eyes and as you looked up at him you felt like you were about to burst. You felt all the love and pleasure mixing into you and settling over your heart and skin, and it was just all too much so you closed your eyes again, your head resting against the pillow once more. It didn't seem to bother him because he leaned down and kissed your cheek, your eye, your temple, any part of your face he could reach as his thrusts became more and more irregular. You knew he was getting close and so were you, so you tried to move your hips back as best as you could so that they would meet his when entered you and he let out a groan, his forehead resting against your cheek and his eyes closing too. "I'm so close." he said in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine and into your tailbone. "Me too." you answered, and it came out more as a moan than anything else as you felt the familiar pressure seconds away from spreading through your body once more. As he kept playing with your clit, you finally felt the pressure let out and you could feel all your cum sliding down his dick, making him moan and finally fill you up. You could say for sure that cumming together might be one of the best feelings. Knowing you're experiencing the same high as the other and basking in your partner's presence was just an out of body experience to you. You felt his cum mixing with yours and slowly dripping out of you as he gave a few more thrusts before lying down behind you, his chest mimicking yours by heaving up and down. You both stayed there for a few seconds, enjoying the light buzz before you decided to try to get up and clean yourself. He quickly pushed you down, firmly but gently, and pressed a kiss on your nose. "I got it, sweetheart." he said, sliding out of you, making both of your breaths hitch, and getting up. He went into the bathroom, and you could hear the water running first in the shower and then in the sink as you slowly turned to lie on your back, knowing the sheets were already ruined and you'd have to change them anyway. He turned off the tap before walking back in, and you couldn't help but stare at his well sculpted body as he put a knee on the bed. He smirked a bit at your staring but didn't comment on it and looked down at where his cum was sliding out of you. You saw his dick twitch and he brought his empty hand towards you, entering a finger inside of you which made you whine. He hummed and slid it a few times in and out of you before finally stopping, bringing the towel down and helping you clean up a bit. "You look so good like that, filled to the brim." he said, his voice low and eyes focused on yours. You blushed at him and huffed, rolling your eyes, trying to pretend like his words didn't affect you. When he finished cleaning you up, he handed you the towel and you looked at him curiously before he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder. You squealed before chuckling and smacking his back. "Time for a shower, darling." he said and slapped your ass cheek, walking towards the shower where the water had been running. He put you down in the shower and as you looked up at him and he smiled down at you, you knew everything would be just fine as long as you stuck together.

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Morning Sun

Summary : Frank takes his time pleasuring you in the morning.

Words : 2219

Warnings : smut

P.S : Thanks so much for the request, hope you like it ! I literally never know how to end these lol

Your favourite time of the day was the morning. It was when you had no problems yet and you felt the safest in Frank's arms. You weren't worried about him not coming home or being gravely injured, and you could just enjoy the warmth of his chest on your back. This morning specifically was no different. He woke up before you and let you sleep for a while. When he woke you up, he did it by pressing small kisses on the back of your neck and stroking your stomach softly, his thumb going back and forth. You stirred a bit as your mind slowly came back to reality. It took you a while to remember where you were but when you did, you just smiled and enjoyed the feeling of being in your own bubble. You hummed at some point, and he smiled against your skin. "Morning, darling." he whispered, not wanting to break the high both of you were in from each others' warmth. You turned around and looked up at him, your hand coming to stroke the side of his face. "Good morning, baby." you said, your voice scratchy. He smiled at you and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, your hand sliding behind his neck and stroking the back of his head. He stopped the kiss by moving up and pressing a kiss to your nose and then your forehead. Your eyes were still closed and honestly it felt like you had died and gone to heaven. You wished things would stay exactly like they were. He then slid down and pressed a kiss on your neck and shuffled, so he was now on top of you. You watched him curiously, your hand still stroking his hair. He kissed your collarbones and gently took your right breast in his hand. You hadn't bothered putting on clothes the night before so there weren't any obstacles between your body and him. He gave your right nipple small licks and leaned back, watching as it hardened. He pressed a kiss to it, his lips glistening with his spit and then brought his tongue to your left nipple, giving it the same treatment. You let out a breathy moan, your head leaning back. You wanted to close your eyes and focus only on the pleasure he was giving you but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight. You always knew Frank was a passionate man. It was kind of his thing. Being with him just proved how passionate he was about everything. If he had a mission at night, you knew he might get injured but he wouldn't give up until not one man was standing. When he needed to go into hiding, he cut every contact and changed his whole appearance, creating a fake identity. And you knew that this passion translated to how he treated your body. He would take his time, taking care of every inch he could reach. "You're still there, pretty girl ?" he asked, his lips moving against your stomach after he slid down. You looked down at him and smiled, nodding. He looked back at you fondly, his lips raising into a small smile before he pressed kisses along your stomach while sliding down further. He grabbed your underwear, with his teeth and looked up at you making your breath hitch. Seeing the Punisher in this position made tingles erupt in the bottom of your gut as you knew you were the only one that had the privilege of seeing this. He slid them down your legs, his fingers following, leaving goosebumps on their trail. He let your panties fall to the ground as he pressed a kiss on your ankle, crawling up your body while kissing your knee, your thigh and finally just above your slit. You could feel yourself breathing faster as you knew what followed. He placed his fingers on your lower lips and spread them, the cool air hitting your most sensitive area and making your legs twitch. He hummed and leaned forward, his tongue slowly touching your clit and giving it a small lick. This time you couldn't help it and closed your eyes, your head falling against the pillow beneath you that smelled like him. He came forward again, attaching his lips to you and sucking, making you gasp and arch your back a bit as if to push yourself more into his mouth. He slid his tongue down and slowly entered it in you, and

you moaned at the feeling of his wet tongue touching your walls. You grabbed the top of his head and trusted your hips up slightly to get his tongue deeper into you. He let out a chuckle, well as best as he could given his current position, and put his hand on your stomach, pushing you down but compensating by sliding himself deeper into you. He slid in and out of you a few times before trailing his tongue up and licking your clit repeatedly, this time using his finger to open you up. You moaned his name and threw your head back as you were feeling overwhelming pleasure from both of the movements. He hummed against you, causing the pleasure to intensify, and added a second finger, stretching you out even more. You could feel the pleasure building up in your belly, and with each stroke and lick, it grew bigger and bigger, spreading to your thighs and travelling down your legs. You couldn't stop moaning, and finally, the pressure burst and the sensation in your gut expanded to your chest, your shoulders, your arms and made you cry out his name as you reached your climax. He didn't stop his movements until you quieted down, your legs slightly shaking from the pleasure, only noticeable since your thighs were stuck to the sides of his head. He finally let up when you let out a whimper of oversensitivity and sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. While catching your breath, you blushed at the scandalous image of his mouth covered in your cum but you couldn't look away, feeling your pulsating clit seeking out stimulation again. He looked at you fondly and leaned down, giving you a soft kiss. "Did that feel good, sweetheart ?" he asked even though he knew the answer, he honestly just wanted to make you shy. You just nodded, and your cheeks grew even redder than before. "Do you want more, baby ?" he asked, and you could have melted into the sheets at his sweet nicknames and gentle tone, that he managed to achieve just for you even with his otherwise deep gravelly voice. "Yes, please." you whispered, looking up at him in the way you just knew he liked, eyes opened a tiny bit wider than usual and your bottom lip between your teeth. He groaned at your answer and pressed his body into yours and only now could you feel how hard he was. You knew he liked eating you out but you could have never guessed just how much. He sat up and took his underwear off before gently handling you so that you were laying down on your side again. You knew he liked taking you like this because he could reach so deep inside of you and hold onto you tightly while thrusting into you. As he slid behind you, you could feel his breath against your neck, making you smile. His hand came to your stomach again and gave a few strokes, and he pressed a kiss behind your ear before you felt his hand disappearing. He guided his tip into you and slowly pushed himself fully inside you, putting his hand on your hip. Your mouth dropped at the feeling and your own hand came up to grab the cushion by your head. His thrusts became deeper as he continued and you found yourself moaning at every one of them. His face was buried in the back of your neck, and you could hear the moans he was letting out each time he entered you. You clenched and heard him curse under his breath as his hips staggered. His hand slipped up to your breasts, and he began playing with your nipples making you lean your head back against his shoulder. You were now cheek to cheek, and you could feel the breaths he let out on your face. You wanted nothing more than to turn your head and kiss him but you felt like you were floating and couldn't guide your body to do anything. It seemed that he knew what you were thinking because his hand came up to your face and turned it so that you were looking directly up at him. As he kept thrusting, he brought his lips to yours and he let his hand drop to your clit once again. You were sensitive from earlier but you could already feel your second orgasm building up. The sloppy kisses you were giving each other upped your pleasure and you just

needed to grab onto something. You liked this position just as much as Frank but one thing that annoyed you was the lack of contact from you to him. So you did as best as you could and twisted your upper body a bit more, your hand resting on his hip that was driving in and out of you. He seemed surprised at the contact and stopped kissing you, looking into your eyes and as you looked up at him you felt like you were about to burst. You felt all the love and pleasure mixing into you and settling over your heart and skin, and it was just all too much so you closed your eyes again, your head resting against the pillow once more. It didn't seem to bother him because he leaned down and kissed your cheek, your eye, your temple, any part of your face he could reach as his thrusts became more and more irregular. You knew he was getting close and so were you, so you tried to move your hips back as best as you could so that they would meet his when entered you and he let out a groan, his forehead resting against your cheek and his eyes closing too. "I'm so close." he said in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine and into your tailbone. "Me too." you answered, and it came out more as a moan than anything else as you felt the familiar pressure seconds away from spreading through your body once more. As he kept playing with your clit, you finally felt the pressure let out and you could feel all your cum sliding down his dick, making him moan and finally fill you up. You could say for sure that cumming together might be one of the best feelings. Knowing you're experiencing the same high as the other and basking in your partner's presence was just an out of body experience to you. You felt his cum mixing with yours and slowly dripping out of you as he gave a few more thrusts before lying down behind you, his chest mimicking yours by heaving up and down. You both stayed there for a few seconds, enjoying the light buzz before you decided to try to get up and clean yourself. He quickly pushed you down, firmly but gently, and pressed a kiss on your nose. "I got it, sweetheart." he said, sliding out of you, making both of your breaths hitch, and getting up. He went into the bathroom, and you could hear the water running first in the shower and then in the sink as you slowly turned to lie on your back, knowing the sheets were already ruined and you'd have to change them anyway. He turned off the tap before walking back in, and you couldn't help but stare at his well sculpted body as he put a knee on the bed. He smirked a bit at your staring but didn't comment on it and looked down at where his cum was sliding out of you. You saw his dick twitch and he brought his empty hand towards you, entering a finger inside of you which made you whine. He hummed and slid it a few times in and out of you before finally stopping, bringing the towel down and helping you clean up a bit. "You look so good like that, filled to the brim." he said, his voice low and eyes focused on yours. You blushed at him and huffed, rolling your eyes, trying to pretend like his words didn't affect you. When he finished cleaning you up, he handed you the towel and you looked at him curiously before he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder. You squealed before chuckling and smacking his back. "Time for a shower, darling." he said and slapped your ass cheek, walking towards the shower where the water had been running. He put you down in the shower and as you looked up at him and he smiled down at you, you knew everything would be just fine as long as you stuck together.

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Hey! Would you ever be interested in writing soft morning sex with frank castle? Maybe he wakes you up by eating you out, makes you cum and then fucks you slowly in the spooning position? Love your writing btw!!

Hiya ! Thanks for the request, working on it rn :) And thank you, that’s so kind !!!

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Jon Bernthal → kissing scenes (requested by: @joeteague)

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looking disrespectfully 👁👅👁

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Masterlist

I will be updating it when I post something new so it's easier to find stuff !

* = smut

Frank Castle/The Punisher :

Tension*

Tension pt.2

Tension pt.3

Tension pt.4

Brat*

Morning Sun*

Last updated : 12/02/2022

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Tension pt.2

Summary : Frank comes to your place to talk about your relationship. It doesn't exactly go how you planned it.

Words : 2061

Warnings : none

P.S : I felt in the mood to right some angst. Sorry it's a bit short. I already have an idea for part 3 though.

Hope you like it @kyliesalvatore, thanks for the request !

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

You had been pacing back and forth, going from your bedroom to your living room, picking up a book and then putting it back down. The feeling that was settled in your lower gut was an unpleasant one that you had experienced many times before. Before exams, doctor appointments, important presentations. It made you impossible to stay motionless, the itching in your stomach and your legs growing as the time for you and Frank to meet approached.

He had explained that he needed to finish up some work with Matt and Foggy so that he would arrive around nine. Nine. You were thinking, should you cook some dinner ? Or just get some snacks ? You thought maybe it would be too much, this wasn't a date after all, right ? But it was rude not to offer food to a guest.

So you figured you would just prepare a small dinner. Not too excentric but still polite. Except it was only 5 when you got done and you realized just how early you had done it. So now you had to find something to do for the next four hours. You decided on watching a movie. That would take up a few hours, right ?

But as you sat down, your mind kept wandering back to Frank. You weren't sure if there were good nerves or not. You thought to yourself that he seemed pretty positive after your... lunch. So you tried to rationalize the situation and used the breathing exercise your therapist had given you to release some of the stress.

Around half eight, you suddenly heard four hard knocks on your door. You perked up, desperately hoping it was the man you'd been waiting for all afternoon and not some neighbour in search of sugar. You looked into the mirror beside your front door and fixed your hair before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

You couldn't help your lips from turning up into a genuine smile when you looked up and saw his dark eyes looking down at you. The corner of his lips raised into a small smirk.

"Hey." he said, waiting for you to say something.

"Hi." you answered nervously before stepping away from the door, a silent invitation for him to come in.

You were trying to analyze him. He seemed to be a little nervous which wasn't a very good sign if you were honest. You noticed his normally focused eyes were a bit distracted, looking around the room and avoiding contact with yours. You frowned a bit, not liking the energy he was projecting. You just shook your head, convincing yourself you were paranoid.

You cleared your throat to get his attention, making him look away from the many retro film posters you had up, and started walking in your living room, making him follow you. He had his hands in his pockets, and you could hear the sound of his boots on the floor as he took large strides. You finally stopped when you reached the coffee table that was between your sofa and television and turned around to face him again.

"So, I don't know if you're hungry but I prepared some-" and before you could even finish your sentence he cut you off by saying your name which alarmed you.

"I'm sorry, but I won't be here for too long." he said, his tone serious and you could feel your heartbeat picking up as the nervousness you felt earlier settled tenfold in your stomach again.

"Why ?" you said, barely a whisper. You weren't sure you even wanted the answer if you were honest. It was his turn to clear his throat as he looked down. It seemed he really didn't want to meet your gaze and you were understanding that this was not going to be the pleasant conversation you thought it would be. You could already feel a small bubble climbing up and resting in the back of your throat.

"I just wanted to come and say I'm sorry.", he started and took a pause before finally looking into your eyes. When he did, his face fell so you knew you probably looked devastated right now. He sighed and looked down in shame, "I'm sorry, I never meant for any of that to happen. I got carried away, and... I thought you hated me at first because of everything I did. But even if you don't, I do. And that just means that I can't have you near me, I can't expose you to all of this."

As he started talking, you could feel your eyes stinging. But when he continued, the stinging travelled down to your heart and to protect it, anger took over your senses.

"So you just wanted to fuck me then ?" you asked, your voice low as your tried not to let your sadness show. He looked stunned at that and frowned, his mouth opening slightly to let out a response which he didn't seem to find immediately.

"No. That's not-"

You cut him off before he could continue, your emotions taking over.

"Because it sure seems like it, Frank. You know that's a bullshit excuse just to not have to deal with this after you had sex with me."

This seemed to anger him too as he advanced towards you.

"No ! That's not it ! Everyone that is close to me seems to get caught up in my business and they end up dead or hurt ! I don't want that to happen to you." he said, his voice growing louder.

"Well maybe you should've thought of that before you fucked me then !" you answered, your volume matching his.

"I know, it was a mistake !" he said and at that you took a step back, as if he had slapped you across the face and he might as well have, you thought. That confession actually stung the most since the beginning of your confrontation and your anger dissolved, washing over your body and settling into a thin layer of sadness that wrapped around you and took over.

He closed his eyes and sighed at your reaction.

"That's not what I meant." he said, his voice now calm, as if to not startle you more.

"I want you to leave." you whispered, your eyes fixed on a stain on your carpet that you never managed to get out after spilling some oil on it. This time, you couldn't stop the bubble in your throat from taking over even as you tried swallowing around it, and the tears naturally came up to your eyes.

He said your name, reaching for your arm but you stepped away.

"Please.", you begged, ready for him to be gone and to just sink into the floor, "You're right, this should have never happened."

He frowned deeper and nodded before turning around silently. You couldn't even bare to look up and watch his retreating form because you just knew you would crumble. Out of your peripheral view, you could see him grabbing the doorknob and looking back at you hesitantly. He decided against saying anything else though and turned the doorknob, finally walking out and closing the door softly behind him.

As you heard the click of the door indicating that he was really gone, you finally gave in to everything you were feeling. Your knees felt weak so you lowered yourself to the floor and let the tears fall as sobs were pushed out of your throat. You cried and cried.

To be honest, it's not like you had talked one on one a lot with the man but you still thought you had something. During those first weeks, you naturally gravitated towards each other and even though that attraction was clearly there, you could tell he felt grateful to finally be accepted by a group of people, including you.

You had let your hopes get the better of you and thought maybe you finally found someone that would treat you right. You knew he was a good man. All of those thoughts being crushed so quickly were the reason you felt so sad over this situation.

You stayed there for a while, trying to wrap your head around everything and trying to convince yourself it wasn't your fault. Your sobs eventually quietened down and all that was left was a weight on you brain and your heart.

You got up and took a shower, to clean yourself of the humiliation and the heartbreak. Maybe it was actually your fault for getting attached to people too quickly, you thought. The man was probably lonely and needed some physical contact. Even though it was shitty, it's not like he had any obligations towards you, right ? It was your fault for not checking with him before you let yourself get carried away by your attraction.

So you managed to convince yourself that all of this was your fault somehow. You went to your kitchen and looked at the food in disgust. You had put a lot of effort into it though, so you still put some on a plate and sat down, putting on your favourite movie to distract you and enjoying the delicious food even though it left a bitter sweet taste on your tongue.

You called in sick the next day, not ready to face anyone quite yet and ignored Karen, Matt and Foggy's worried texts. You just needed a day away from everyone and everything.

The next day, you woke up at nine and spent the whole morning psyching yourself up for what was about to happen. You got ready, spending a little extra time putting on makeup to hide any proof that you had been crying for the past day and a half. You grabbed the lunch boxes you prepared the night before and left.

You felt the nerves settling in even more as you stepped up to the door that said Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at Law. You turned the doorknob and walked in, feeling like you were about to collapse as you saw four pairs of eyes land on you. Before you could talk, Foggy smiled and walked towards you.

"Oh, thank God. We had to get food ourselves yesterday and let me tell you, it was not good for my tastebuds."

You laughed and hugged him.

"I missed you too, Foggy."

You took out the lunch boxes, and put one in front of everyone, saying hi to Matt and Karen. When you placed the last box in front of Frank, you didn't meet his eyes and gave a timid hi.

You all ate, and Karen and Foggy were the ones to lead the conversation as usual, which was nice. You felt yourself finally relaxing after two days even though you were clearly avoiding any contact with Frank but you were able to let loose and laugh with your friends.

As you gathered all the boxes before leaving, you felt Matt touch your elbow when you were leaning over the desk.

"Can I talk to you privately ?" he asked, his voice low. You looked up at him and nodded before standing up and following him in his office. He closed the door behind you and faced you, hands on his hips.

"Are you okay ?" he asked, his tone sincere.

"Yes, I'm fine." you answered, trying to make your voice as light as possible which made him sigh.

"You know you can lie to anyone but me." and it was your turn to sigh.

"I just messed up and let my emotions take over, but I'm honestly going to be okay, it's no big deal."

He stayed still for a moment, listening for any signs of uncomfortableness. When he detected you were telling the truth, he nodded and walked towards you, giving you a hug.

"'Cause you know I can beat him up if you need me to." he said, voice low. You chuckled and hugged him back, your arms tightening around him.

"Thanks, Matty. I'll let you know if I need you to."

As you left the office, you looked towards Frank and saw him already looking at you, arms crossed over his chest. You nodded at him, giving him a tight smile, and he smiled back hesitantly. You decided you wouldn't let this come between any of your friendships. You could be friends again with no ambiguity, right ?

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act nice and gentle

pairing. frank castle x female! reader an. this is for the girlies that recced my fic in the comments of frank castle edits. comments and reblogs are v appreciated. luv u warnings. male receiving oral, female receiving penetration, dom/sub dynamic, sub space (but not named), objectification/degradation, pain kink, over stimulation, spit play, spanking, dubcon (kind of, reader knows she can say no with the colour system), heavy use of the word ‘sir’, hair pulling, choking – a lot of this kinda softens at the end. this is v explicit. if u are a minor, or not comfortable with these things, do not read. i am not responsible for ur media consumption. 

synopsis. you’ve been irritated and frustrated these past couple of days. franks been getting on your nerves with his lazy habits, or merely just by existing. he takes it, though, because he’s the one with the solution. 

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