#Frank x You

[riverwalsh]

nicole my love !

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

— princessbrunette ♡

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

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

18+ only mdni

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

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

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

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

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

there he is.

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

“she’s just-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he knows you. he knows what you need.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you nodded fervently.

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

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

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

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

[atrwriting]

selfish - frank castle x reader

hey y'all back in action with another porn no plot one shot

all i'm saying is,,, they knew who their target audience was with this (or are we just all mentally ill?)

summary: frank shows you what it means to be a real, selfish man.

informal warnings: frank is the selfish man in this, but I was the selfish woman writing this. couldn't get this out of my head as I started season two of the punisher, and frankly (haha get it -- sorry) after this scene you wouldn't be able to either

as always, the actual warnings: vulnerable frank, #sadboihrs for both the reader and frank, smut, porn no plot, choking, dirty talk, and ROUGH frank

anyway... selfish:

“what’s your type?”

the million dollar question. the one that you had been troubling yourself over for years.

“my type?” you repeated, eyeing the man who asked you. “or my pattern?”

he tilted his head in curiosity. “both.”

you chuckled. “my pattern… well, they’re usually useless. man babies.”

it was his turn to chuckle. “you like taking care of them, yeah?”

you shrugged. “i love taking care of people, but not men that de-age into babies as time goes on. did you know a guy i dated asked me how to boil water once?”

“you’re joking,” he took a swig of his beer, eyeing you. “no way that’s true. made that up.”

“i wish,” you laughed, rubbing a hand over your face. “i’m also not making it up that i stayed with him two years after that.”

“sounds like your fault.”

you nodded. “the pattern made me realize what my real type is.”

“what?”

“it’s corny.”

“say it.”

a smirk attempted to appear on your lips, but you pushed it back down. “i don’t like selfless men.”

he let out a laugh in disbelief at that. “you and every other chick.”

you chuckled too. “i heard this an analogy once… if you’re falling over a cliff, would you want your person to save you? or someone else about to fall on another side of the cliff?”

he stopped talking then, listening intently.

you kept going. “obviously, i’d want the other person saved… but in my head, when i’m all alone and there’s no one that has to be saved… sometimes it’s nice to think that someone would be so selfish that they would save me over doing what’s right.”

“you could live with that though?” he asked, narrowing his eyes, a bit of judgement lacing his words.

you shrugged. “never been the person that was saved, so i’m really not sure. it’s not that i want to be saved or anything — that’s super fucking corny. but man, a fucking masculine man, putting you over other things? deciding that in that moment, you’re what matters to him? i spend all my days being selfless, putting myself in danger so other people are saved… and i’m tired.” you took a swig of your drink. “i’m really fucking tired.”

“why don’t you save yourself, then?”

“for the same reason you’re here,” you sighed. “when have we ever been selfish, frank?”

he laughed at that, but almost scoffed. “i don’t do anything i do for anyone but me.”

you swallowed then, clenching your jaw. “so many people have wronged you… but you’ve only done what you’ve done because of how people have wronged those you loved. hate to break it to you… but you’re as selfless as anyone could be.”

he folded his lips underneath his teeth and stared aimlessly off into the distance. there were bags under his dark eyes, and no amount of sleep or beer would ever take them away. the man would never know peace, and your heart broke at that. however, it was nice to know someone was going down the rabbit hole with you.

“i don’t think i’m selfless,” he finally spoke after a bit.

you raised an eyebrow at him, calling his bluff.

“i did the things i did because my family was what was most important to me,” he admitted. “that’s selfish.”

you swished his words around in your mouth a little, and decided he was right. the spin on your words made you nod, agreeing with him. “i see your point.”

“so, what?” he asked. “you want a man that would choose you over innocent people?”

you huffed, standing. “i know you know that i never said that. i’m saying that in the back of my mind, it would be nice, just once, for a selfish man to decide that i’m all he wanted. it would be nice to know that i don’t always have to carry the weight on only my shoulders.”

he didn’t say anything then, staying planted on his seat on the floor. he twisted the bottle in his hands and listened to you.

“if i’m being honest with myself…” you began, swallowing your heavy statement. “i would prefer if they saved the innocents, but only so i could die, as i probably would falling in that situation, with a clear conscience. all i’m saying is… it’s a heavy fucking burden always doing things so i don’t feel guilty.”

you walked away then, not muttering a goodbye. frank didn’t say anything either. you heard him raise the bottle to his lips once more before you shut your bedroom door behind you.

it would be an hour or so before you heard a gentle knock on your door. there was no yelling or screaming outside, so you were grateful to hear there was no imminent danger present. in your tiny pajamas, you answered the door to find none other than frank. he was leaning against a wall in the hallway that led to your door, only a couple feet from you.

he didn’t say anything when you came face to face with him. he just stared at you, placing all of his focus on your confused face. it would be a few moments of silence before he finally stepped closer to you, and placed a calloused hand on your face.

you froze. frank castle never touched you, especially in that way.

“wanna know my type?”

you stared at him and swallowed thickly. your lips parted to whisper, “sure.”

“an escape,” he whispered back. “i know what you meant by always having the dark cloud of duty hanging above your head, ready to kill any moment of peace you happen to get your damned hands on. i’ve done everything i’ve ever done for the people i loved, and i know the only way for me to experience any fuckin’ joy is with another person.”

his dark eyes held your gaze, and you soon grew lost in them and his words. you swiped your tongue across your lips and stepped closer. you could feel frank’s breath on your chin, but you couldn’t breathe. his scent, his stare, and his fucking words were more intoxicating than any alcohol you had before.

“you want an escape, frank?” you softly asked, eyes darting to his lips.

“i do,” he stated, before he lowered his head and kissed you.

his free hand immediately came up to the other side od your face and pressed against your cheek. there, he held you in the palms of his hands as you rested your hands on his thick, muscled chest. his lips were dry and cracked, but you didn’t care. the fire that brewed from his affection was enough to fill any of the cold, dark, and lonely places inside of you and you greedily drank from anything he offered.

“you want someone to want you, darlin’?” he asked in between kisses.

you hummed in agreement, not wanting to break apart your kiss for anything — even words.

“can’t get you out of my head, sweetheart,” he spoke, dipping his tongue into your mouth. “need to feel those long legs around me.”

you whimpered at his words, letting his tongue dance with yours. you could taste the heineken on his tongue and savored every bit. “please, frank… i need to feel you so badly.”

“i’ve got you, darlin’.” he picked you up by the backs of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around him. the pads of frank’s finger tips dug into your flesh and a warmth spread throughout you. “those fuckin’ legs.”

you would’ve giggled, but you were too consumed with the very touch of frank to even care. you pulled at his shirt and threw it over his head, sad to break the kiss for even a second. you immediately went to his neck and began to nip at the thick skin, causing a growl to rumble in the deepest parts of his rib cage.

“y’drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he grunted. “sweetest fuckin’ kisses.”

“oh, frank…” you moaned against his neck before he threw you onto the bed. you turned over onto your back to face him. he locked eyes with you as he stood over you, muscles naturally flexed as he undid his belt. your mouth watered at the sight of the fucking man before you, taking off his belt for only you. the way his shoulders, pectorals, and arms worked in the dim light of your room… that man would be the death of you. you hissed, “you’re such a tease.”

he smirked at that, throwing the belt somewhere in the distance. “think you’ve just never been with a real man before,” he replied, before engulfing you into another kiss.

frank’s hand dipped into your shorts and immediately went for your slit. your body fucking sang at finally being touched the way you needed to be as you arched your back into frank, his chest pressed against yours. when frank began to run rough circles around your clit, nothing could hold back your moans or him swallowing them whole.

“only took off my belt, and this is how wet you get?” he asked, biting down on your neck. his long, thick middle finger dipped inside of you as his thumb worked at your clit. he tapped against your upper wall and you keened into his touch, whimpering his name. “now i know it’s the men before me. barely doing a fuckin’ thing and i’ve got you like this.”

you nodded pathetically, just wanting him to continue. “it feels so good,” you gasped, bucking your hips into his hand. “please, please — don’t stop, frank.”

he leaned over and pressed his chest against yours before his lips found your neck once more. his kisses were wet and sloppy, and there was nothing better than feeling the weight of a strong man above you working at your needy pussy. his rough movements against your sensitive skin were sending you into a frenzy as if nothing mattered in the world besides frank — your world started and ended there. your body felt hot — steaming from everything this man was doing for you with barely any effort. your whimpers and gasps fueled frank’s movements as if he couldn’t get enough of them.

“such a good girl f’me,” he said before he bit down on your neck and kissed the spot. “y’get so worked up, i want to see what it’s like when you fall apart.”

“i’m so close, frank…” your voice was hoarse and full of lust, and you were about to break any moment.

“that’s it, baby, yeah,” he spoke, slipping a second finger inside of you. “cum all over these fingers baby. let me taste you after.”

“fuck, fuck, fuck —!”

your world came crashing down onto you. your strength was no match for frank’s, but with the way your back arched and body curled into him, your chests both rose off the bed. he wrapped a strong arm underneath the curve of your back as you fucking sobbed his name, holding you to him and supporting your weight.

“that’s it, darlin’,” he grunted against your ear. “yeah — that’s it. keep cumming for me, fuck…”

your hands grabbed at his thick biceps and you grew lost in his movements against the most sensitive parts of you that never ceased. your hips were rolling in circles with his fingers and your vision went hazy.

“so beautiful like this f’me,” he groaned. “might be mean and not let you stop.”

“fuck, frank,” you cried, whimpering for him. your body fell limp against his arm, and he lowered your bodies back down to the bed. during your comedown, frank kissed at your neck as his free hand ran up and down your body. his other hand continued to rub against your pussy and it was driving you fucking crazy. “let me ride you — please.”

your voice was full of desperation, and frank smirked down at you. he slipped his fingers out of you and rolled off of you onto the bed. you tugged his pants down to his thighs, not wanting to waste any time. you were so greedy, but he didn’t care. he smirked as he watched you pull down your tiny shorts. you straddled him, pressing his chest to yours, as you sank down onto his thick cock.

“my fucking god —“ you gasped, your pussy stretching around him.

frank immediately grabbed your throat and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight. he placed the tips of his fingers in his mouth, and tasted your juices that remained on his skin. there you were, impaled on his cock, hovering over him as you watched the most sensual thing you had ever seen him do. his dark eyes were locked on yours, but your lips parted as you watched him taste you. only a smirk remained on his lips.

“sweetest fuckin’ pussy i’ve ever tasted,” he spoke. “now show me how she rides me.”

he roughly pushed you upwards so you stood up straight. the angle made a whimper leave your lips, as he was now fully inside of you and the deepest anyone has ever been. you planted a limp hand on his stomach, and began to roll your hips against his.

his calloused hands found your hips as he threw his head back against the bed. the tendons in his neck were on full display as he stretched his head back as far as he could. the pleasure he felt was spreading all throughout his body, and he couldn’t help but go taut at the feeling. you watched his mouth fall agape and his eyes close as a moan pushed passed his lips.

the pads of his fingers dug into your hips and pushed you forward and back. even his fingers were strong and had control over you, and you couldn’t help but willingly give everything over to him. your whines filled the room, getting lost in your own pleasure with him. there was nothing like the sight of being thrown into vulnerable pleasure with the man under you, succumbing to your touch.

“fuckin’ god —“ he moaned, raising his head back up to keep his eyes locked on where your bodies connected. “never felt so fuckin’ good.”

his hoarse voice caused you to move faster as you ground your hips against his. his hands were rough and desperate as they pulled you up, down, back and forth — until you didn’t know which way was anything. all you knew were the directions of frank’s hands, and you followed in suit as he dragged you down another road of ecstasy.

“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he groaned. “never enough for her, huh? needs more, even after what i did?”

“yes, yes,” you whimpered pathetically. “your cock feels so good, frank. so fucking good.”

“yeah, darlin’, that’s it,” he grunted, brown scrunching together. “such a good fuckin’ girl f’me.”

“fuck, frank — don’t say that,” you cried loudly, biting your lip. “feels too good when you say that — i can’t cum yet.”

he immediately reached for your neck and pulled you down to him. you gasped at his rough touch, but your hips never stopped. he bent his knees so your ass could bounce off of them, giving you more leverage. his cock curled deeper into you, hitting your cervix.

“oh my — god —“ you sobbed so close to his lips.

“nah, baby, that’s not how this works — you’re gonna take everything fuckin’ i give you,” he grunted. “i know y’want to be a good girl f’me, yeah?”

“yeah, yeah, yes —“ you were incoherent at this point, ready to tell frank anything he wanted to hear as he bucked his hips into yours. “frank, i’m so close — how —“

“love a needy pussy like this,” he spoke, pulling you closer by the throat for a kiss. “you gonna be good to me? you gonna cum around my cock?”

“fuck, yes —“ you sobbed. “i want you to cum with me, baby, fill me up.”

that set him off. he rolled both of you over before you even knew what was happening. he had you pressed against the bed, hand still around your throat. you grabbed at his arm, loving having the feeling of his strong muscles hold you down. you wrapped your legs around his back as he threw his hips into you. over, and over, he drove himself inside you.

“dirty fuckin’ girl,” he growled, biting down on the skin of where your neck and shoulder met.

that was it. that was how you crumbled a second time for frank that evening.

you fucking wailed his name.

you grabbed at every part of him you could, struggling to hold on for dear life. your body shook with convulsions as your pussy tightened around him, locking his cock in place. nothing could stop his strong hips as they continued to rut into you — riding out your second orgasm of that evening.

you fell back against the bed, fucked out and gasping for air pathetically. frank pressed several kisses to your neck before he stood up on his knees, leaving your weak body below him. you pushed yourself to your elbows with whatever strength you could muster. frank grabbed you by the hips and you watched him slam his hips into yours.

you watched his forehead scrunch as his mouth fell agape. his chin was almost tucked to his neck as his eyes never left where his cock fucked into you.

“use me just like that, baby,” you cried. “i want your cum inside me.”

his strong, trim body went taut as his orgasm hit him, and you watched hungrily as the man before you fell vulnerable to the only pleasure he could allow himself these days. you watched as his conscious mind slipped further and further into the sensation until every ounce of stress and exhaustion left his face. you couldn’t help but bite your lip in pride and satisfaction — knowing that you will never see a more beautiful sight like frank castle using your body to get off.

you fucking loved selfish men.

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DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN NOW EVERYONE GO WATCH THIS SCENE -L xox

[sinsandsweetness]

across the hall - part 2 (Frank Castle x fem!reader)

part 1

cw- eventual smut, 18+ , nothing crazy<3

notes- definitely placed in the beginning of season 1. I know he goes by a different name at that time but… I don’t really care lol. I have no clue where this is going but it’s all my fingers will type today so I’m rolling with it. lmk what we think:)

Frank opened the door in plaid pyjama pants and a grey tee. Rubbing at his eye with his palm and leaning up against the doorway.

“Hey,” he seems a little surprised. Like no one has ever knocked on his door before. “You lose your keys again?”

You’re momentarily distracted by the stretched fabric across his body. Muscles in his arms bulging and flexing involuntarily as he crosses them against his chest.

“Oh, um, no I just- uh, I wanted to say thank you, for the other night. You didn’t have to do that and … yeah just, um, I made you this.” You bring attention to the casserole dish in your hands. “Just as a little thank you.”

He wants to smile but for whatever reason he bites it back. Nodding slightly and shrugging his shoulders. “Was just bein’ a good neighbour.”

“Yeah, but I mean, you didn’t have to. It was just really nice and I, um, I appreciated it. A lot.” You shift on your feet. Glancing down at your bunny slippers and pyjama pants.

“What is it?” Frank opens the door even more, nodding to the dish. He’s inviting you in. Not verbally. But he backs into his apartment and expects you to follow.

“Uh, lasagna. Hope you like it.” You step in and he closes the door behind you. “It’s still needs to go in the oven. A half hour?” You suggest, handing it to him.

He turns the oven on and places the tinfoil covered dish inside. Turning around and looking you up and down. You figure you weren’t supposed to notice that.

With his gaze on you, you find yourself suddenly a little self conscious of your pjs. White top, probably a little see through though you didn’t want to check. Faded pink striped pyjama pants and those fucking slippers. Why couldn’t you have just slipped on some flip flops. Anything else.

“Kinda late for dinner, no?” He cracks a smile to let you know that he’s not being rude. Just making conversation, acknowledging both of your attire.

“Well you work late, right? I mean at least it seems like it… I don’t know when you get off work or anything-“ you’re rambling. You do know when he gets off. Almost every weekday at 8 pm you hear his door unlock. It’s sticky, catching on the wooden frame. That’s how you know. It’s louder than anyone else’s in the hall. And, most of the time, you get home from college at the same time. Running into him in the elevator and walking alongside him to the two of your doors. At least on the days you decide to study.

Frank nods. Leaning up against the counter. A little smirk visible in the dim lit apartment.

“You want somethin’ to drink?”

“Oh, no I’m ok. I should get back to bed anyway.” You stutter, motioning towards the door.

“You’re gonna make me eat this whole lasagna all alone?”

You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

“Stay. Have a beer. Or water. I have water. Wine? Think I got some wine somewhere in here,” Frank is already in the fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of beer. Same as the other night.

“Beer’s good.” You finally answer.

“Here. Take a seat.” He hands You the bottle and pulls one of the stools at the island out for you.

You sit there and wait for the timer on the oven to go off. He asks you what you do. What you’re studying in school. How you like it. You ask him about work. What he does, how he likes it. Typical small talk, only this time you’re here on purpose. Not out of necessity.

When the timer goes off he makes you up a plate. Sitting next to you at the island, you eat with him. You’re not very hungry, seeing as you’d already eaten dinner. But you didn’t really want to leave. Not after his comment about eating alone. That pulled at a heart string.

“So…” you try to come up with more conversation. An empty plate and a fork in front of you both. Only a few sips left in your beer. “You live alone?”

He nods. Taking a swig of his beer.

“Oh. So you don’t… have a girlfriend or anything?”

He doesn’t know wether he should smile. Instead he just shakes his head. No girlfriend. Ok. You don’t want to admit it but you’re glad he said no. Even though you don’t know him very well, you feel drawn to the man. Big and burley and quiet. Handsome of course. And something else that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“You uh,” he swallows, “you have a boyfriend?”

“No,” you huff a little laugh. Though it’s not very funny.

“So your buddy from the elevator…?”

“Oh no. That’s- he’s just my roommate. He’s got a girlfriend. Several actually,” you laugh awkwardly and wish you could smack your forehead.

“Lady killer, huh?” He cracks a smile.

“Somethin’ like that. Definitely thinks he is,” you smile back and take a few more swigs of beer. Not really feeling a buzz but definitely more relaxed. You don’t know why you’re always so anxious around Frank. He’s much more kind than the energy he puts off in the hall.

Two more beers and a few awfully raunchy roommate stories later and you find yourself back on his couch. Laughing so hard your stomach hurts. your slippers are kicked off and across the room. You’re sitting there, criss cross applesauce beside him and demonstrating the size of a hot pink dildo that your freshman year roommate forgot to take out of the shower. Frank is laughing and covering his face with a palm. Like he’s actually embarrassed for the girl. But you’re both a little tipsy so it really doesn’t matter.

“So what, you’ve never been the bad roommate?” He asks. His hand so close to your knee it’s burning hot.

“I mean…” you bite your lip. Trying not to smile and give yourself away.

“Ok. So you have. How?” He nudges your leg with his own. Urging you on.

“I have not!” You laugh. Trying to uphold your dignity.

“I’m callin’ bullshit. Pretty girl like you? No way you don’t have a few skeletons in that closet.” His hand is on your knee now. Undeniably there. Resting. Squeezing.

You blush. You can’t help the way your face heats up. He called you pretty. And he’s touching you.

You swallow, “I- I’ve had a couple of hookups that, maybe weren’t exactly the quietest. Or… safest.” You try to keep it brief. Hoping he’ll let it be at that.

“Safest?”

“Well… there was a bathtub incident, where he, um, broke his foot. And a… well a bed frame incident as well…” you’re face is burning. You can’t believe you’re admitting this to your neighbour. One that you definitely wouldn’t mind seeing shirtless again. One that you’ve been picturing in your bed for a much longer time than you’d care to admit.

“Hmm,” He hums a little laugh but he doesn’t bother asking for any explanation.

“What?” You ask. Nervous of the answer.

“Nothin’,”

“No, you were about to say something, go on.”

“I don’t know. You just didn’t strike me as that kind of girl. Always carrying all those books around. Seemed like the kinda girl who goes to school and to church and that’s it. Just… I don’t know. You surprise me.”

“I’m full of surprises, Frank. I think we both are.”

He nods. You have no idea.

“Besides, I don’t even go to church,” you finish off your bottle with one last sip. Placing on the floor beside the couch leg.

“No?”

“Why did you think that?” You ask.

“You’re up at 8 every Sunday. Dressed all nice. Figured that’s where you go.”

He notices you every Sunday. How does he notice?

“I meet a friend….for brunch. Been sort of a ritual since school started,” you explain, “how do you- how do you know that?”

“Hm?”

“How do you know that i’m up at 8 on sundays?”

“I see you, walking down to the corner of the street,” He points to the window. “Hear your keys in your hand as you leave the hallway. And I know about 4 minutes later, I’ll see you on the sidewalk. Going towards the lights.”

“So you’re spying on me?” You tease. Smiling like an idiot. He notices you! Frank notices you and he has for weeks. All while you’ve been trying to muster up the courage to talk to him in the elevator or the hall. He’s been doing the same thing.

“It’s not spyin’ if it’s general knowledge. Anyone can see you leavin’ the building.” He defends himself but you know he’s smiling.

“Yeah but you’re obviously the only one who notices.” You sit up straighter. Suddenly feeling really close to his face. Looking into those deep brown eyes.

“Trust me when I say, I’m definitely not the only guy who notices you.” His eyes keep darting away. Like he’s afraid of you seeing into them. Seeing into him.

You bite your lip. Not knowing what to say. It’s a compliment, though you’ve never been very great at taking those.

“Hey, Frank?” You ask, redirecting his attention back to your eyes. Your voice is quiet. Shy. “Would you wanna go for brunch sometime?”

“I got a better idea. Stay the night, and I’ll make you breakfast this time. How’s that sound?” His hand on your leg is squeezing you gently. And his words are pulling you even closer.

“I’d like that,” you breath out, nose almost touching his. Hand coming up to the side of his face, “I’d like that a lot.”

You press your lips to his and your suddenly thankful for all the beers he gave you. Feeling a hundred times more courageous than you typically do.

His hands are wrapping around your waist on no time. Pulling you around to straddle his lap. To kiss him and feel him underneath you. Hands roaming his broad shoulders and down his chest. His own hands dragging under the thin material of your long sleeve, sending pinpricks down your arms from the touch.

Your tongues taste of beer as they trace over each others lips. Muffled moans threaten to creep up your throat as you feel him grow hard underneath you. Grinding against his bulge, only the thin fabric of your pyjamas between you.

He picks you up by the backs of your thighs. Lifting you and him both to maneuver you around. He wants you underneath him. Your back hits the leather couch and his forearms frame your face. Coming back down to meet your lips again, you reach for his shirt, pulling on the hem. He lets you lift it over his head. Your own shirt quickly after. Pants being tugged down all rushed and inpatient before you find yourself inviting him in between your legs. Heels wrapped around the small of his back and your nails dig into his shoulder blades while he enters you slowly. Giving you a minute to adjust to his size.

His kisses are hungry. Warm and, somehow, already familiar. His beard tickles your jaw but you can’t complain. It feels too good. Him. Inside of you. Hands wrapped around your waist and pulling you closer as he fucks you. The sofa is creaking with every thrust but he doesn’t seem to care. Whispering sweet nothing in your ear. You can barely hear them you’re so high. Intoxicated by the taste of him. The feel of him. Nothing is going through your mind except him and how fucking good he feels.

“Frank, I’m- oh god I’m getting close,” you let him know with your lips brushing his neck the whole time. You want to kiss every inch of him. Every spot you can reach. He doesn’t mind. Going even faster at your announcement. Determined to get you there before him, because at your words, he’s trying so fucking hard not to finish in your tight, warm heat right here and now.

You press your forehead to his collarbone, fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling and tugging and silently telling him that you’re there. Your breath hitches and he feels you convulse around him. Your orgasm takes over and a warm, euphoric wave spreads throughout your core. Frank pulls out and hot, white ropes coat your lower belly. His own face pressed into your neck. A shiver of pleasure runs through his spine.

You catch your breath in his hold. Gripping his arm and the back of his neck. Trying to pull him back for one last kiss.

He obliges, pressing his lips to yours and leaning back, forcing you to follow and sit up with him.

“Sorry, I- you can shower. I’ll go get it started.” He days between kisses. But you shake your head.

“It’s fine.”

“No I shouldn’t of-”

“I liked it.”

He nods. Eyes closing and melting back into your kiss. Hands still refusing to leave your body. Feeling and memorizing every soft curve of your waist. Your hips. Your ribs and the dip in your spine.

“Can I stay? Can we- can you-“ you take a deep breath, “will tou take me to your bed, Frank. Please?” You ask and he feels his cock twitch. Fuck. He can’t say no. He doesn’t want to say no. He wants to fuck you in his bed until the sun rises. He wants to tell you to stay every damn night for the rest of your life. To move on in and give him a damn kid. He knew he was hooked from the first kiss. Screwed really. There’s nothing he can do except see it through. Ride it out and let the universe do the rest.

Before you know it your legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s carrying you through the apartment, lips on his the whole way to the room. His foot must have tapped your empty bottle, knocking it over to roll along the floor, clinking against the linoleum.

Distracted by eachother, you don’t seem to notice, and he doesn’t seem to care.

[johnwickb1tsch]

Vino Veritas - Part III

A Destination Wedding Frank x Fem!Reader Fic

Attending the wedding of your ex-fiancé gets slightly better when you meet someone having just as miserable a time as you... Warnings: Nothing too serious holy shit. Cursing. Broken engagement. Nihilism, existential bullshit, copious amounts of sarcasm. NSFW. Angst. Grump/sunshine trope. Loosely based on the movie but I'm not that smart. Or bitter. 😆 chapter map.

III. Just what the world needs, Another Fucking Sunset Wedding

It’s almost sweet. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Frank had been waiting for you to catch the shuttle to the wedding venue, dallying in the lobby pretending to look at an atrocious modern art print while keeping one eye on the hallway.

“You look nice,” he grumbles, taking in your white A-line sundress printed with big red roses.

“Thanks,” you say, admiring his navy blue suit unabashedly, since he brought it up first. “You look very handsome.”

This makes him stand up a little straighter, clearly not sure how to take the compliment, but you dare to think, he liked it.

When the shuttle drops you off at the base of the vineyard you look up the steep hill planted with curling grape vines in their nice neat rows with a sense of dread.

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“I am not wearing the right shoes for this.”

He looks down at your platform heels. “It said in the itinerary you’d have to walk up a hill.”

“Ok, but what was I supposed to wear? Hiking boots? The unfair standards of women’s dress clothes don’t allow for that.”

He holds out a hand, albeit begrudgingly. “Come on. I’ll help you.”

“I swear, these shoes are actually usually the sensible option.”

“Sure they are. Wearing anything that elevates your feet four inches off the ground is a sensible option.”

You sigh, and take his hand, trying to ignore the thrill running through your bones as you feel the strength in his fingers and his arm, as he helps propel you up the incline.

“I can’t believe they don’t have…stairs, or something? Did the old people have to do this?”

“Presumably not.”

“Then what the fuck?”

“Quite.”

Men’s dress shoes aren’t exactly made for rough terrain either, and at one point you both almost slip, clutching each other in a bid not to tumble back down the hill. It’s…nice, you have to admit, to be held close by this man.

He looks at you with wide eyes, for a moment for all the world appearing as though he’s drowning, before that thunderous frown appears. “Fuck this.”

You yip with surprise as he sweeps you up into his arms, and marches determinedly the rest of the way up the hill. Before you can even think about taking it as a romantic gesture, he practically drops you back to your feet at the top, releasing you as though you’d burned him.

You sit together in the back, as usual, though Frank very pointedly crosses his arms and is careful to keep a respectable amount of distance between you.

That shouldn’t make you feel sad, but it does.

The excruciatingly drawn-out bullshit Reception

“I used to like this song,” you muse, watching the dancers on the floor with an odd mixture of wistfulness and distaste. Keith dips his new bride, and a mean little part of you really wishes he would drop her.

“Do you…want to dance?”

Frank could have knocked you over with a feather, after how he’d behaved earlier. It definitely colors your answer, the knee-jerk impulse to push him away too.

“I said I used to like it.”

“Fine.”

Then, of course, you feel bad. And maybe you feel…a sliver of hope, however stupid.

“Why, do you want to dance?”

“Of course I don’t want to dance. It’s moronic and ridiculous. No one wants to fucking dance.” There is more venom in this statement, than perhaps the situation calls for.

After a moment, a bit softer and with a hint of apology, he qualifies, “I just thought it might take your mind off things.”

If you looked miserable, it’s ironic that for once, Keith was not the cause of it.

Perhaps this should send you running in the opposite direction too.

“Do you want to take a walk?” you ask instead.

He looks pointedly down at your questionable footwear, but you point at the basket behind you bearing what are professed by a whimsically written sign: Walking Shoes. They’re some kind of slide on deal that will do in a pinch. Honestly you’re willing to go bare foot, if it gets you out of that tent.

The meandering and pointless Walk

“You know, I was actually diagnosed with PTSD after the whole Keith thing?”

Frank snorts at that, the farthest reaction from sympathy he can manage. “Rich people’s PTSD.”

“I’m not rich.”

“Fine. Privileged.”

That’s probably true. Goddammit.

“Well…am I not allowed to have problems?”

“Sure, just no one wants to hear about them. Anyone who doesn’t have to worry about food, housing, or getting shot by the police should just keep it to themselves.”

“That’s not very healthy.”

He shrugs. “It’s not just you. No one should care about my problems either.”

“What if I care?”

He snorts. “Then I will feel even sorrier for you than I already do.”

“Ok, fine. Maybe not me specifically. But what if…say, you find someone else you actually like. Isn’t it ok to talk about your problems with friends?”

“Isn’t that a terrible thing to do to someone you like? Making friends or a significant other listen to your problems for free, when you should be paying a shrink for it?”

“It’s just a thing people do who are close to each other. They talk.”

“People who aren’t close too, apparently.” He says all this with a surprising amount of cheer in his tone, either enjoying himself, or the walk, or the view…or maybe even your company.  

He changes the subject as you round a bend. “So, are you glad you came to this thing? You made your show of strength, you’ve got your closure now that the knot is tied and they’re legally bound to be miserable together, and you’ve fled the scene with his half-brother, whom he despises, which the family surely will gossip about. You could almost chalk it as a win, if you squint just right.”

You huff, breathing a little heavy as you walk up a hill on the ridge the path follows. It truly is beautiful in the backcountry of the vineyard, rolling mountains planted with nice neat rows of green vines.

He makes a good point, but strangely…you don’t feel satisfied. “I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I’m not sure how I feel,” you admit, pausing to incline your head up at him. He pauses too, looking down that straight nose at you, and he is standing very close. You fancy you sense him tense, as though about to take some great leap, and he looks at your mouth with something like consternation, when a god-awful yowling roar travels down the path at you.

You both turn to see a very big, very unhappy cat displaying its impressively large and sharp canines at you.

“What the fuck is that?”

“I think it’s a mountain lion.”

“What the fuck do we do?”

“I don’t know. We’re too far away, no one will hear us scream.”

“Is it a bobcat?”

“It’s not a fucking bobcat. Look at the tail.”

“You should run. It’s going to eat me anyway.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m smaller and slower.”

“I wouldn’t presume about the last part.”

It roars again, and you clutch at his arm.

Suddenly Frank charges the thing, making that god-awful hissing sound from earlier with his finger in his ear. They both sound like demons from hell, and with shock you watch as the predator backs away.

“Now, we run,” says Frank, grabbing your hand and booking it down the hill.

You run what feels like a long way. Your legs are burning, and the stupid little slide-ons are not made for athletic activity. And the thing about running downhill is…sometimes gravity gets the best of you. Like now, when you trip over a rock, and take Frank with you. Suddenly you are both tumbling down a steep grassy incline, locked together in a death roll.

“Fuck!”

“Fuck!”

“Fuck!”

“Fuck!”

When at last you come to a stop you are utterly stunned. “Y/n?”

You just lie there, unable to move.

“Y/n?”

Are you even alive?

Suddenly, Frank grabs your arm, hauling you around. “Ah!”

He looks…so worried, that if he hadn’t wrenched your back, you would have been touched.

“I’m fine! Jesus!”

“Ok. Sorry.”

You lie there for another moment looking up at him. He has grass in his hair; it’s endearing somehow, seeing this put-together grouch of a man just a little undone.

“You saved me,” you tease, sitting up beside him.

“I saved us.”

“Yeah right. It would have eaten me anyway. Why’d you save me?”

“Because I’m an idiot.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Just trying to spare myself the guilt.”

He reaches up to pluck grass out of your hair. His light touch gives you a thrill down your spine. Again, you are aware that you are very close, and his dark eyes have gone wide again, that slightly panicked look he gets. His gaze flicks to your mouth, then back to your eyes, and you are completely taken by surprise when he grabs the back of your head and pulls you swiftly into a hard kiss.

He retreats from it just as quickly, and now he does look like he’s seen a ghost. “Fuck. Sorry.”

“I—”

Before you can say anything he’s grabbed you again, and this kiss is less forceful, though maybe no less desperate. You’re able to reach up to cup his cheeks before he shoves you away again, this time hard enough that you topple back in the grass.

“Hey!”

“Sorry,” he pants again, looking for all the world like a horse that would like to bolt. “I don’t—it’s been a long time. Heat of the moment. Near death experience. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“How long?” you ask, incredulous. Because, this man is so…so. Fucking. Good looking. How has he not been with anyone?

He scowls at the grass. “I don’t think I’ve felt real pleasure since 2006.”

This admission makes your eyes go wide. You sincerely hope he’s exaggerating, but then again, the way he behaves towards people…maybe he’s not.

“It’s just…” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “If it all sucks, then fuck it, but if it doesn’t? Then there’s so much pressure.”

A part of you wants to snark at him. Well well well, welcome to the human race at last. But another part of you…another part of you just wants to kiss him senseless and fuck him silly, and make him feel all the things you’ve both been missing out on because he’s been such a goddamned coward this whole time and you’re not much better.

 Maybe he reads the pity on your face, because he feels the need to defend, “Not that I haven’t been with anyone. Just…”

“You weren’t that into it?”

He looks away, glaring at the world again. “Yeah.”

“It’s been a while for me too,” you admit.

“Please don’t say it was Keith,” he snarks. “I’ll kill myself.”

You laugh. “No, your brother was incredibly, monumentally selfish in bed. I literally could have had better sex with a lamppost.”

He looks at you sideways. “That really shouldn’t make me as happy as it does.”

Your lips twist as you try not to smile. Frank, however, is back to frowning at the vineyards again. “We can’t have sex right now. I don’t have any protection. It would be irresponsible.”

You’re a little amused, that his brain has leapt immediately to sex, while you are sitting in the dry grass together. Apparently just kissing was not enough—or maybe he’s been thinking about it for a while. You’d be a liar, if you said you haven’t.

“What if I said you’re in luck?”

“I would say that’s highly improbable.”

You feel bold enough to cup his cheek, bringing his attention back to you. It doesn’t take much persuading this time, when you press your lips to his. He kisses you back, his fingers digging into your ribcage, and you’re not really sure who’s more desperate to feel alive after defying death at the claws of a tiger or whatever the fuck that thing had been.

“That’s not helping,” he pants when you part.

“Why? Are you actually into it?”

He pulls you closer with hands on your waist. “Pretty into it,” he admits begrudgingly. You smile against his mouth, suddenly feeling electrified from head to toe. The colors of the world around you seem brighter, somehow. You take him by surprise when suddenly you straddle his waist, perching on his legs and pushing him back down into the grass, your pretty skirts spread around you.

“What—”

You unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, freeing him to the desert air. “Oh…” When you bend over to lick his tip and take him into your mouth you get an even more emphatic, “Oh…”

“What about now?” you ask him as you withdraw with a pop.

He blinks, for the first time since you’ve met, speechless. At least, for a few long moments.

“I think I’d like to be inside you.”

“How’s your health?”

“Fair to middling, for a man my age.” You give him a look, and damn if he doesn’t soften for you, even if just for a fleeting second. “Clean,” he answers quietly. “You?”

“Clean. And fully armed with IUD.”

He blinks. “Like they use to blow up humvees in the Middle East?”

You laugh, throwing your head back, your curls bouncing around your shoulders. You haven’t had this much fun in a long time. “Like, an intrauterine-device?”

“That definitely makes more sense.”

“Well?”

You watch as he licks his fingers, reaching under your dress to push your panties aside and find your center. The saliva is appreciated but not necessary. You are drenched, and his big fingers rubbing your clit feel like magic. “Is all that for me?” He sounds genuinely surprised, like this was a gift from the universe he did not expect to receive. Usually it’s more inclined to deliver a kick to the balls.

“Who else would it be for? The lynx?” He snorts, and in a softer tone you confess, “I have been a wet little mess for you since…the moment we started arguing in the airport.” He blinks at this, dumbstruck for a moment, before kissing you with an edge of desperation you both feel keenly in your bones.

He guides you onto him with his big hands on your buttocks. That feels like magic too, his thick tip at your entrance sinking in. It’s your turn to say, “Oh,” with your head thrown back, his big cock sliding deeper and deeper inside you, until he’s filled you to the hilt. For a moment you just sit like that together, joined, wrapped up in each other’s arms. It’s wonderful.

You imagine how ridiculous you must look, to an outsider looking in. Two people tangled in the dirt, grass in your hair, dust all over your nice clothes. You giggle a little to yourself.

“Something funny?”

“Just…do you ever think about how silly humans look, doing the things we do?”

“All the time.”

You laugh joyously, but you feel him withdrawing from you, that subtle tension returned in his limbs. You realize he thinks you’re making fun of him. It’s like this man expects he’ll have to defend himself from the world at any given moment. Then, from what he’s told you about his life, you guess he has. You don’t let him get too far, pulling him closer. “But fuck it feels glorious. I don’t care. Fuck me, Frank. I need you.”

 You feel him relax, and maybe even surrender. He moves for you, and you with him, his thumb on your button and his mouth on your neck as you ride him out…it’s the fastest you’ve ever orgasmed, with another person involved, that shining pleasure ambushing you in the cradle of your hips and spreading outwards. It’s almost embarrassing, except he’s right behind you, holding you almost desperately with arms locked around your waist, his face buried in the bend of your neck. Neither of you are quiet about it, your yells echoing across the empty hills.

“Oh my god…” you pant, resting your forehead against his.

“Can’t say…I believe much in god,” he informs you, out of breath.

“Me neither,” you admit. “But that was fucking fantastic.”

“Yeah. That was pretty damn good.” He sounds so surprised about it.

He kisses you, more softly this time. There is a long moment of eye contact between you; it is vulnerable, and electric, and raw. He is the first to look away, almost flinchingly. Then he focuses on the business of disentangling yourselves.

“I’m afraid we’re about to make a huge mess.”

“You don’t have a handkerchief?”

“What am I, a nineteenth century dandy?”

“Okay, relax, Romeo. I’ve got it.”

You rather cleverly, if you don’t say so yourself, use the petticoat of your dress to avoid staining his trousers as you uncouple, in a way that won’t leave you an embarrassing mess when you return to the tent either.

“I like that dress even more now,” he quips, looking at you with something almost akin to tenderness as you right yourselves. He reaches up to pull another sprig of straw out of your hair with a smirk.

“Frank…” You’re not really sure what you want to say. There’s a pent up ball of something in your chest, and it kind of actually hurts, and you’re not sure you like it at all.

“No,” he answers resolutely, but he cranes his neck down to kiss you anyway. “Want to go back to my room?”

“Yes.”

TBC...

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ahhhhh I didn't have the courage to make it as awkward as the movie 🤣🤣🤣 but I feel like I need to make a note here bc i'm always writing wildly irresponsible sex practices: always use protection with a new partner. It's just a good idea. And ALWAYS use some kind of birth control, or you WILL get pregnant. mother nature is a bitch.

[juletheghoul]

Unnamed

Authors note: this idea has been floating around in my head for a few weeks, the idea of being a siren and unable—unwilling to subject someone to the power of your voice. Even if there are established feelings would it be ethical to use it? How can a person who is compelled consent? Better to keep silent, no matter how much it hurts. This is tiny, not beta’d and random but here it is.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (modern day siren)

Word count: 500

Warnings: a sprinkle of angst, allusions to sex / slight description - (18+ no minors), supernatural elements

Masterlist

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It’s easiest when he’s excited.

The smile blooms naturally as he explains the intricacies of flying, of all of the schooling it takes to be a pilot, the pride beaming out through his eyes. It’s so simple to bask in his voice, the warm honey tone of it eclipses the lack of yours.

It’s easy when he’s tired. When he tumbles into your bed or his after a particularly busy day. His heartbeat under your ear is the perfect soundtrack before the darkness of sleep swallows you both. It almost feels like he’s forgotten the question, forgotten to wonder why exactly you deny him the sound of your voice. It is a folly though, he never forgets. Never stops wondering, never lets it go no matter how calm and relaxed he may seem.

It's hard when he’s inside you.

When his hips are slotted between yours and his cock is hard and heavy inside, the muscles of his back bunched tight under the soothing sweep of your hands. The song of your pleasure bitten between clenched teeth, fighting to stay hidden and you think that maybe this makes it worse for him. Makes his hips move faster, makes him work harder to pull you apart.

It’s hardest when he asks.

The honey in his eyes and in his voice somehow extra syrupy when he voices the question you fear most from someone you love. The longing in his expression, the soft clutching of his hands at your shoulders, your wrists, your fingers.

“Why won’t you just speak to me? I don’t understand—I love you. I don’t care what you sound like.” He always reassures, always expresses his assurances that his love doesn’t, and has never come with conditions.

But you will, they always do and I could not bear to see that look in your eyes

The truth is they’ve all said the same thing. All of the lovers that have come before him. Every single one. They all hear your voice and change, become possessive and mesmerized all at once. The thought of how those lovely, crinkled eyes glazing over under the spell of your song, the curse that lived in somewhere in the back of your throat is enough to harden your resolve so a sad shake of the head is all you can offer.

He sighs at this, and for now his hands still hold onto you. A resigned nod of his head and your heart breaks for him. Would have been easier if he thought you couldn’t speak, but the possibility of that had been ruined on your first meeting. The young daughter he shared with a former partner had been the catalyst for your meeting. He’d found her sitting on the bench beside you, discussing her love of dogs the way only little girls can.

His relief at finding her safe and sound was palpable, the cloud of terror gone and replaced with euphoria. He’d thanked you profusely, offering his gratitude and the gift of his smile freely. He was too beautiful to ignore, to walk away from.

Later on, once everything had passed he remembered that when he first saw you, you’d been speaking to his daughter.

My voice doesn’t work on children.

He could never know that though, could never truly know what you were or why he would never hear you. Would never fully understand, that you keep quiet because you love him.

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[agerehome]

hi! how about headcanons for poly frank and eddie with a so who regresses to a toddler, but also sometimes pet regresses to a dog. theyre nonverbal for both, but for the toddler, they have a paci and a teddy bear they always carry around. and when they are a dog, they act kinda like those large, lazy ones and like to chew and drool on things! and no matter how they regress, physical affection is their favorite. (feel free to ignore if its too long lmao)

So so sorry that i took so long!!

It's not too long!! Thank you for being my first headcannons

Eddie & Frank x S/O (romantic poly) who Age regresses to a toddler & pet regresses{nonverbal for both}

Y/N is gender neutral pronouns!

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•I believe it took a bit into the relationship before y/n told them about both of the regressions. Of course obviously they're both accepting!!

•def became your caregivers if you wanted them too if you didnt they would have just been chill with you doing your own things no judgment to their partner.

•but for this they're your caregivers! And very sweet about  it

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Age regression toddler stuff!

•I feel like its a range of 2-4 age wise 

•with being nonverbal you usually keep your paci in 24/7

•And only this one you did have your old paci but i felt like eddie learned to custom decorate one just for you that quickly became your favorite!

•And the teddy you carry around frank puts one of his old butterfly bow ties they no longer wear on the teddy

•both of them smother your forehead and cheeks with kisses, cuddle and care for you lots

•Eddie is designated to keep you distracted if your teddy is in the wash and you regress then. From doing arts and crafts, playing blocks, etc 

•while Frank usually comes in with a fresh clean teddy , butterfly bow tie and all for you to snuggle with when it's nap time or bedtime

•overall very attentive,very caring and you get all the love,cuddles and hugs you could want.

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Puppy regression!

•this one took a bit more getting use to and of course if your okay with it get toy ideas from barnaby since well he's a big ole dog himself (which i feel like if you trust barnaby def sometimes with him while frank n eddie are busy but you don't wanna be a pup alone)

•You know those human(or well in this case puppet? Lol) size dog beds they def get you one of those to nap/sleep in.

•one rule though when a pup is that you're not allowed in frank's little study cause they love you really but the chance of getting drool on his things or getting chewed on they don't wanna take.

•Eddie loves to treat ya if you are one of those big ole puppies that aren't lap dogs but try to be anyways and smother you with affection and puppy talk.

•Frank takes abit to warm up but geny scratches n pets your head, they have an easier time with you regressing to a toddler, but he loves ya lots to learn how to care for you while you puppy regress too.

•Frank probably looks into safe chew toys or gets ya chewelry when you wanna be more discreet.

•overall all you get just as much love as a pup as well even though there's a learning curve here.

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In the end these two love you dearly and showers their partner with so much love and affection probably makes an old room into a regression room that mixes both your styles of regression but you usually come right into your guys room during bedtime.

And that i think Eddie takes the change a bit easier then frank but they both just wanna make you happy and loved.

[grippingbeskar]

You are such a wondrous bean and amazing writer, big congrats on your milestone you totally deserve ALL the followers 😁

Could I please request 🚕 with Frank and 6. first time switching ‘roles’ in the bedroom ?

— um first thank u so much for ur kindness i love you. second can i tell you a secret? this is EXACTLY what i wanted to do for this prompt. thank god for you. don’t get me wrong i think frank would 100000% be on top almost always, but like. come on. this is hot as fuck. this was too short for me watch me turn this into a whole ass fic one day okay bye.

— prompt:

🚕 6. first time ‘switching roles’ in the bedroom

— warnings: explicit content 18+. (sub frank guys. omfg.) swearing, general sexual content, mentions of blood.

[grippingbeskars 2k night out celebration!]

“Frankie? That you?” You hear giant, staggering footsteps coming in from the front door, and you know you don’t have to ask, but life on the run has you cautious.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just me.” He says, and even though he says the words, you can hear there’s something different in it. In his tone. Not tired— but tired. Getting up from your shared bed, you walk out to the main room, seeing Frank leaning with his forearms on the bench, holding a bottle of scotch.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He looks up, his eyes a little distant, and tries to smile at you. You stop on the opposite side of the bench, matching his bent over posture, leaning over to brush your hands against his.

“Nothin’. Just a long day.” His knuckles were raw, bright red, and you can tell he tried to scrub the blood off them before he came home.

“You know you don’t have to hide it from me.” Your eyes are still on his hands, and he sighs.

“I know, baby, I just don’t wanna bring that shit home to you—“

“But it’s home. You come here first next time. Let me clean you up.” He nods, and lets you take the bottle from his hands. You move around him, getting him a glass with ice, and pouring some of the golden brown liquid in before sliding it back over to him. “Drink.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You bite your lip, hiding your smile as he does what you asked, bringing the glass to his mouth and nearly finishing it with one swallow. When he brings it back down, you top it up again, and he looks at you, squinting. “You tryin’ to get me drunk?”

“Maybe.” He huffs, smirking at you while downing the second glass. “You wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, and you take the glass from him, pouring another before finishing it yourself. Moving around the counter, you wrap your arms around him from behind. You feel him relax, just a little underneath your hands.

“You’re too good to me.” He pours yet another glass, but your hands come up to stop him from drinking.

“I’m not getting you drunk.” He stands and turns around, pulling you by the waist so you press against him in every way possible.

“No?”

“Nope. Just… lighter.” He laughs, leaning down to kiss your forehead, waiting patiently for whatever you have to say next.

He is always the one to take care of you. In every sense— he’s protected you from actual death no less than a hundred times, put you back together with his hands and his words. Hell, he even cooks you breakfast every morning. Naturally, this follows into your bedroom, where he takes control, thinks for you, let’s your mind go blank so you can sink into that mind-numbing bliss.

It’s not that you don’t enjoy it— you’ve said that you would die happy doing nothing but fucking him, all day, every day. You just want him to feel that same floating kind of bliss. You want to be the one who thinks for him, to take care of him like he does, to let him relax, completely, and not have to think of anything else.

You’d had the idea for a while, and floated it by him in passing, trying to gauge if he’d be completely opposed to it. He always replied the same— that he trusted you, and wanted to do whatever you wanted. Although that wasn’t exactly a pin point answer, he always said he just trusted you. Trusted that you would respect his limit, that you knew what he would and wouldn’t do, and respected it. You did, but you still felt like you had to tread lightly.

“I was thinking…” Your hands slid down his chest, slowly, and you swear you heard his breath hitch when you stopped at his belt. “I want to do something for you.”

“And what’s that?” He was staring at your hands, watching as they began to undo the buckle, threading it out purposefully slow.

“I wanna take care of you.”

“You always do.” Both of his hands come to your face, cupping your cheeks and kissing you. He holds you there, easily taking control of the situation, your mouth opening for him as he tastes you in a way that has your head spinning.

It’s so easy to fall into, the way he just dominates every fibre in your being— if you weren’t so set on what you wanted to do tonight, you’d let him take over. It was natural, but you wanted to take care of him. He deserved it, especially after whatever has happened to him tonight.

“Wait.” Frank pulls back, eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” You were nodding, finally getting the buckle on his belt and sliding it out, holding onto it with one hand.

“I’m fine. I wanna take care of you.” You repeat, and he nods.

“You ah— you lost me. You don’t think you already do?”

“No. I know. I…” The idea was becoming increasingly intimidating the longer you thought about it, and you leaned entirely on that glass of scotch to power you through it. “Do you remember what I asked you, a couple weeks ago? We were watching that movie with the snakes… on a plane.”

“Snakes on a Plane.” You laugh nervously, nodding. “Trust me, I remember everything about what you asked me.” He leans down and kisses your jaw, the heat of his mouth nearly making your legs give out.

“Tonight. Now.” You say with a little finality. Maybe even a little dominance. Frank straightens, his hands dropping to your hips again, eyes a little wide.

“Lead the way.” With how he’s standing, he looks perfectly comfortable, a solider ready to take orders. The thought sends a shiver down your spine and you take a step back, preparing yourself.

“Go to our room and lay down on the bed, please.” He laughs, pushing off the counter. “Actually, no. Not please. Just do it.”

“Not please.” He mutters, still laughing as he casually walks through the doorway to your bedroom. You hear the squeaks of the mattress under his weight, and you take another swig of the scotch before walking in after him.

You were still holding Franks belt, unsure of what to do with it. Frank usually ties your hands with it if he’s being especially indulging, and it’s the only item that you own that could really be used on him. At least, for now. That wasn’t a road you were going down today.

“You look beautiful.” He says, hands behind his head as he stares at you, waiting.

“Thank you, but that isn’t helping.”

“Don’t be nervous, baby. It’s just me.” God, his voice was going to be the death of you.

“I’m gonna tie your hands. To the bed.” You kneel on the bed over him, and he smirks at you, lazily stretching his arms back. “Is that okay?”

“Course it’s okay, baby.” Taking a deep breath, you link the belt through the wooden posts, then around his wrists. His hands are balled up in tight fists, and you let you hands fall slow and gentle along his arms, watching the muscles in the contract under your fingertips.

“I should of taken your shirt off first.” You look down at him, fully clothed, and he smiles. Then, you see his hands clench and unclench, and you see the red markings along his knuckles.

It reminds you of what you what, what you were doing. What he wants. Steadying your heart beat, you quickly slink out of your shirt and pyjama bottoms and straddle Frank across his waist.

“You are beautiful.” He repeats, and you start working the buttons of his pants.

“You already said that.”

“I damn meant it.” Your core rests over his boxers, feeling how hard he is, and your head rolls back at the contact, making you both sigh. “Fuck.”

“Feel so good.” You roll your hips against him, and he groans, the sound of leather stretching indicating how he was already slipping into the desperate state you wanted him in. “Always so fucking good, Frank.”

“Take ‘em off. Feels better.” Your head rolls forward now, toward him, and you lean down. Your face was hovering just above him, and he lifts his chin to kiss you. You pull back, just out of reach, and he sighs.

“Shh. Or I’ll stop.” The words are so often said by him that they sound foreign when coming from your high pitch, but he practically loses it just as the sentence. He groans and bucks his hips, creating a friction so delicious you might cum just at the feeling of him.

“Come on, sweetheart.” His jaw is tight and his hands are gripping the headboard hard, but you just roll your hips and say his name breathlessly.

“What? Doesn’t this feel good?” He nods, and swallows, eyes looking up and down your body before tugging on the belt around his wrists again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Fuck. This how I sound?” Smiling, you lean down to kiss his forehead, mumbling a ‘mhmm’ before sitting back up. Every roll of your hips make him twitch underneath you, and it only spurs your confidence.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” He nods again, and you whisper the next words into his ear. “If you want something, you have to ask.”

“Fuck. Come on, baby. Fuck me like I know you want to.” It’s not exactly what you were planning on him saying. Somehow even with his hands tied to the headboard he was still able to move you how he wanted.

Still, you were so desperate for friction that you pull him out of his boxers and lose your underpants. You don’t want anything in the way now, and when you throw your leg over him this time, a much more desperate sounding groan echos through the room, and you think Frank might actually tear the belt in two.

“So fucking wet. You like this, baby?” He asks, grinding into you. Your fingertips drag the soft fabric of his shirt up his chest, and you yank it out of the way, letting it tangle with the belt on his wrists. With another roll of your hips, your eyes roll back and you let your nails drag along his abs. “Be a good girl for me. Let me help you.”

“No.” You have to bite your lip to stop the smile on your face as you watch him pull at the belt again, groaning when you start getting faster. The familiar heat Frank always made you explode with was building, and you wondered if you could cum like this. With the noises he was making, you were pretty sure you could. 

“Don’t be mean.” Frank pouts, but he’s moaning like he’s paying you a compliment.

“You don’t sound upset, baby. You want me to stop? Leave you here all high and dry?” You were high on adrenaline and your incoming pleasure, shivering every time Frank cursed. “You know I can. I’ll just finish myself off over there if you don’t want me —“

“No. No, baby. Don’t...” He almost growls, his tone possessive and desperate. You squint down at him, trying to cling to any form of composure as he grinds his hips into yours. “Don’t leave me like this.”

“Whaddy’a say? Hm?” Your finger traces over his bottom lip, and for a second theres a face on him that you don’t recognise, except in the mirror. It’s a face you make when Frank’s teasing you, ad you can’t decide whether to test him further or fold completely. Pride blooms in your chest at seeing him like this, but you have no idea how he doesn’t just give in. He looked so fucking good like this, you’d give him whatever he wanted under any other circumstance. “Be the good boy I know you are. Ask me nice and sweet.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” His head drops back when you get a little faster, feeling yourself get closer. “Please. Fuck— please just...”

“It’s okay. You can cum just like this. I’ll fuck you all night if you ask like that.” A shattered moan rips from his throat as he cums, hard and unexpected. It hits him by surprise too, his eyes shooting open as his abs tense and twitch underneath you. The sight has you chasing him into release, two more rolls of your hips has you arching your back above him.

“Fuck— yes. Please.” He says again as you cum, kissing your forehead when you finally give out and flop your head next to his. “Jesus.”

“You okay?” You whisper, and he laughs roughly.

“That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen, baby.” You turn and kiss him lazily, both of you spent with the effort of restraining yourselves in different ways. “So, you gonna...”

“What?”

“What you said.” You squint, and honestly you can’t think for a second, the post-orgasm bliss still racking your brain, and then it comes and you are right back up on cloud nine.

“Oh. I don’t know. Where you a good boy, Frankie?” You run your hands through his hair and tug a little like you know he likes, and he groans, nodding agains the pressure.

This was different, but it was just another way you could take care of him, and when you finally drifted off to sleep hours later, in each others arms and completely spent, there was no sign of that worry on his face from when he walked through the door. 

[chrisdrysdale]

day 15 squirting with Frank (e,b)

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A/N: lmao set on real experiences! 347 words

You were spread out on the couch, Frank on his knees between your legs, you wanted to do it so bad.. but you couldn’t do it yourself.

So you called Frank.

He was your best friend, he always told you that you could come to him for “relief” but wanted something else. You want to squirt

As soon as Frank got the call he headed over to you. When you opened the door he kissed you passionately, leading you to the couch, he yanked down your pants and panties and lashed you down, spreading your legs wide open.

Frank pressed his hand against your mound and began rubbing your clit with his thumb, you arched your back hard and moaned. “Oh my god Frank yes!”

“That feel good baby?” He questioned you, gently licking your folds

“Yes! yes!”

He brought his other hand up and gently pushed one finger into you, making you scream as he hit that spot.

“Oh fuck.. there it is baby.. your little fingers never reached it?” You panted and through your head back, nodding.

Frank kept fucking you with his finger, while simultaneously rubbing you clit. “You gotta give me one before you can squirt baby… can you do that?”

You nodded and Frank slapped your thigh. “Words”

“Yes.. fuck I can!”

He kept going faster and faster, pressing his thumb hard on your clit. You tugged his hair and moaned. “Gonna cum!!”

“Cum for me, gorgeous”

You clenched around his fingers and came hard, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting in and out and rubbing you clit. “F-frank!! oh my god!!”

He removed his thumb off you clit and replaced it with his mouth, gently sucking and flicking your pearl. “O-h oh my god! I’m gonna cum!!” He moved faster before pulling away as you came allowing you to squirt everywhere with a scream.

He slowed his fingers and kisses your thigh. “Good job, beautiful. You did so well but…” he began to slowly stand up, letting you noticed the bulge coming out of his pants.

“We have another problem”

-fin

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Bad At Love

Title: Bad At Love

Summary: You’ve always been bad at love and so has Frank. What happens when the two of you get together? 

Warnings: M for mature content; 18+ MDI… alluding to S/A; consumption of alcohol, cigarette, drugs, & weed; toxic relationship; alluding to sex; depression; mild cursing; partying/going to bars; Frank (I feel like he deserves his own warning label alright!); angst; and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I’ve missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. By clicking keep reading, you’re agreeing to these warnings. This is not beta read, any and all mistakes are my own and I do not claim to be a professional writer in any way, I merely do this for fun and because I enjoy writing. 

A/N: The gold dividers are by @firefly-graphics and the moodboard is by me!

Wordcount: 6,126

You were standing outside of your sister’s house finishing a cigarette, trying to decide if it was too late to bail. You took another hit off of the cigarette as you thought back to her invitation. She first called you at the beginning of the week, telling you about the small gathering that she and her husband would be hosting. She practically begged you to come. She promised that if you stayed for an hour, she would be with you. So, you agreed, still not completely thrilled about it. Earlier when you got off work, you went home to change out of your work clothes and made your way here. It’s not that you didn’t like your sister’s friends, it’s just that the past year wasn’t necessarily a good one for you. You had become kind of a recluse, barely able to leave the house for work. Begrudgingly, you put on your favorite pair of jeans, a cute flowy top, a few necklaces and threw your hair up into a messy bun. You sighed as you slipped on a pair of flats, grabbed your purse and keys to make your way here. If you didn’t love your sister so much, you wouldn’t have agreed. You took one last final hit off of your cigarette before you put the butt out on the cement stairs leading up to the house. An hour, you could do that right? 

Before you let yourself in, you took in a deep breath, telling yourself that you could do this. As you walked into the house, you could hear talking coming from the kitchen as you closed the door behind you. You immediately recognized your sister’s voice and your brother-in-law’s voice but there was a third one that you didn’t know. The thought of this being a blind date popped into your head, causing you to roll your eyes. It wouldn’t have been the first time your sister had tried to set you up. You internally grumble to yourself, you should’ve known better than to have agreed to this but it’s too late now, you’re already here. You take in a deep breath before you enter the kitchen and put on a smile. When you enter, you and the stranger almost immediately lock eyes. You couldn’t deny it, he was rather handsome and exactly your type. Dark hair, blue eyes, tall, and even looked a little on the brooding side and the beard was definitely a plus. Your thoughts and attention get pulled away from him though when your sister greeted you with a warm hug. 

“Hi Mia, it’s good to see you too.” You said as she embraced you. 

“I’m so glad you made it! The others should be here soon.” Mia explained as she let go of you, she paused for a minute as she looked you over. “Dinner should be ready by the time the others get here, I hope you’re hungry!” She then walked back over to the stove to check on dinner. 

‘Phew, at least this wasn’t a blind date,’ you thought to yourself. Even if it had been, would it have been that bad? Just look at him… You get pulled out of your thoughts again when your brother-in-law walks over to greet you. You greeted him with a small smile as he gave you a full bear hug and when he let go of you, you spoke up again. 

“Hey Travis, how’s it going?” 

“Things are good, I have no reason to complain. Oh, this man right here is a coworker of mine, Frank. Frank, this is my sister-in-law.” Travis finally introduced you to the handsome stranger. “Frank finally had a weekend free, so I invited him over.” 

You nodded as you listened to Travis’s explanation, you could feel butterflies starting to form with the way Frank was looking at you. You introduced yourself with a coy smile and the two of you shook hands. 

“It’s a pleasure.” He said as he eyed you up and down, his voice was smooth and it seemed to have enchanted you. 

When everyone finally arrived and dinner was over, everyone was gathered in the living room and having a good time. You and Frank ended up sitting across from one another, the two of you kept stealing glances at one another as the night went on. There was definitely an attraction between the two of you. When he laughed, you couldn’t help but notice the way his nose scrunched up and the way his smile just seemed to brighten up the whole room. You were a goner at this point. After a while, you excused yourself to take a small smoke break, needing a few minutes to yourself. You look around at your sister’s backyard, the in-ground pool empty, having not been warm enough to actually swim yet. You took a drag of your cigarette, allowing the smoke to fill your lungs and nostrils before blowing it all out again. Your eyes flick over to the small pool house where you stayed briefly over this last summer. Memories started to form in your mind the longer you continued to stare at the shack, ones you’d much rather forget. The memories soon faded when you heard a voice coming from behind you. When you turned to look, you saw Frank standing there with a smirk curled onto his lips. 

He took a step towards you as he spoke up. “Hey, do you have an extra one by chance? Seems I forgot mine at home.” 

“Yeah, I guess I can spare one.” You then pick up your small box of cigarettes and pull one out to hand to him. “It’s menthol, if that matters.” 

“Nah, I’m not too picky, thanks.” Frank accepted the cigarette and he pulled out his own lighter to light it. 

You watched him as he took his first drag, a moment of silence filled the air between you. Putting the cigarette up to your mouth and placing it between your lips, you took another puff off of your own cigarette. 

“So, love, talk to me. Tell me about yourself.” Frank said as he exhaled some smoke. 

You couldn’t help but scoff at him. “Oh trust me, I’m not that fascinating.” 

Frank took another hit off of his cigarette before he spoke again. “Now why don’t I believe that?” He arched an eyebrow at you as he looked you up and down. 

You tilted your head at him as you took a long drag from your cigarette. “Well, I already told you my name and you know I’m Travis’s sister-in-law, what else do you want to know?” 

Frank smirked at you, realizing that he was going to have to work a little harder to make you his. “Yeah and if I had known you were this beautiful, I would’ve come to one of these things sooner.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes at him as you finished off your cigarette. “Do you always use such cheesy pick up lines?” 

“Yeah, you caught me there.” Frank chuckled and he finished off his cigarette. He took a look around the backyard before he returned his attention back to you. “Alright, that’s that. I just started to feel pain listening to myself talk to you.” 

You chuckled as you put out the butt of the cigarette before you responded. “That’s because you’re in my suffer zone.”

Frank shook his head in response, a small smile still played on his lips. “Is that what it is?” 

“That’s what it is.” You confirmed, not breaking eye contact from him. 

“Oh, dear God. I never had a suffer zone.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to look at you. You watched as he poked his tongues out to wet his lips. 

“I mean, I suffer everywhere but I would like to keep it to a zone if I could. You should probably head back inside before I destroy you with my radioactive sadness.” You quipped back but you knew part of it was true. 

“Yeah, alright. I’ll see you back inside.” Frank had begun to turn back inside but before he did, he glanced over his shoulder at you. “But you already did, ‘cause now I know you’re here.” 

You smirked at him before he entered the house, leaving you alone in the backyard. You took a deep breath before you rejoined the others inside the house. 

The next time you saw Frank, you were at a bar with a group of friends, deciding to catch up after a small hiatus. You hadn’t noticed that he was even there until you ran into him at the counter when you were getting a new drink. You looked over to the side and felt a smile creeping onto your lips as the two of you locked eyes. You waited as he made his way over to you and by the way he was looking at you, you could feel your stomach starting to do flips. He placed a hand on the back of your stool as he smiled at you, taking a seat in the stool next to you. 

“You know, I could feel your suffer zone as soon as you walked into the bar. It’s like we’re tethered together now.” 

You playfully shook your head at him. “Maybe we are, would that be a bad thing?” 

“I guess not but I should warn you, I’m bad at this whole love thing.” Frank admitted honestly. 

“Yeah, so am I.” You admitted just as honestly. “Sounds like we’re perfect for each other.” 

You watched as Frank nodded his head. “Yeah, maybe we are.” 

The two of you leaned into each other and your lips fit perfectly against each other as they met for the first time. You could taste the cheap beer on his tongue as it entered your mouth, your tongues dancing for dominance. He easily won. When you pulled apart for air, you were breathing heavily, you hadn’t been kissed like that in a long time. 

“So, my place? Or yours?” Frank asked as he’s still close to your face, he placed a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth as he waited patiently for an answer. 

“Your place sounds good.” You finally answered as you gave him a small smile. 

You watched as Frank stood up and held out his hand for you to take. Hesitation washed over you for a brief moment but as you took a deep breath, you accepted his hand. The two of you walked out of the bar and he led you out to his car. When you got to his apartment, you took it in for a moment and the first thought that you had was how it’s a complete bachelor’s pad. Minimal decoration and you noticed various take out containers on the counter. He shut the door closed before he stood next to you, he started to take off his jacket as he did. 

“It’s not much but it works for the time being.” When his jacket was off, he placed it on the back of his couch. 

“Mine’s not much better, actually, I think yours might somehow be bigger than mine.” You let out a small laugh to show that you’re teasing and follow him over to the small table in the corner. 

“Wanna drink? I have quite the selection.” Frank offered as he walked over to his small bar cart. 

“I’m fine with anything.” You answered as you sat down at the table. 

“Hope you don’t mind absinthe then.” Frank said as he turned around with two shot glasses filled with the green liquid. 

You accepted the shot glass without saying another word besides doing a traditional cheers before drinking the green liquor. You winced as it burned down your throat. You held the back of your hand to your mouth for a moment as the two of you just stared into each other’s eyes. You were glad when he made the first move as he cupped the side of your face and leaned in. He moved his hand towards your chin and he caressed his thumb along your bottom lip. You could feel your heart beating in your chest rapidly as you waited for him to kiss you. When he finally kissed you, his tongue immediately entered your mouth, not wasting any time. You suddenly found yourself sitting on the edge of the table having been picked up by Frank. The two of you started to remove each other’s clothes the longer you remained lip locked and the more heated it got. It didn’t take long before you found yourself shirtless and braless, Frank had started to work on unbuttoning your jeans as he moved his lips to your neck. He left behind wet kisses as he moved up and down the column of it. Your body froze for a moment as he went to put his hand down your pants. He must’ve noticed your hesitation as he pulled away for a brief moment. He cupped the side of your face as he stared deep into your eyes. You took in a deep breath before you started to slowly nod your head yes, gesturing that you wanted this to happen. 

“You sure love?  We don’t have to if you’re not up for it.” Frank offered as he started to caress your cheek with his thumb. 

You closed your eyes momentarily as you leaned into his touch. You opened your eyes again just as you started to speak up again. “I’m sure Frank, I want this.” 

“Okay then.” 

Frank then lifted you up off of the table and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to his bed and laid you down gently. Your breath hitched as he hovered over you and looked down at you fondly, you couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you like this. Honestly, it scared you. His lips crashed into yours once more and the rest was history. 

The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining in your face and you couldn’t help but smile into the pillow. You felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and you wished you could stay in Frank’s arms all day. Your eyes grew wide when you noticed what time it was on his alarm clock. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself and quickly scrambled to get out of bed and out of Frank’s arms. The sudden movements caused Frank to groan and stir awake. He squinted as the sun shown in his eyes and started to stretch out his arms. You were already half dressed by the time he was sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“What are you doing?” He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he watched you collect your things. 

“I’m sorry but I’m late to meet my sister for brunch.” You explained as you buttoned your pants, you looked around making sure you had everything. You then walked up to Frank with a smile on your face and you cupped his cheek as you looked at him. “I’ll call you alright?” You placed a quick kiss on his lips before you pulled away. 

Before you could get too far though, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you back onto the bed with him. He had you straddling him and had a firm grip on your waist. “Don’t go, stay with me.” 

Your smile grew as you looked down at him, which caused some of your hair to fall in front of your face. “Any other day I would.” 

You leaned down, pushing your hair out of your face as you did and you kissed him. When you pulled apart, you gave him a quick peck before you climbed off of him. You couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to reach for you again. 

“Reschedule then.” Frank pouted as he continued to lay bed, propped up on his elbows as he looked over at you. 

“I can’t, I really am sorry.” You flashed him a smile before you left his apartment. 

Frank groaned as he ran a hand down his face, he already knew that he had it bad. 

When you finally got to your sister’s house, you couldn’t believe how late you were. You let yourself in as per usual and you could hear your sister talking with one of her friends.. As you entered the kitchen, Mia gave you a knowing smile as she raised an eyebrow. You took in a deep breath as you readied yourself for a lecture about being on time. But as you took in a deep breath, all you could think about was how good the food smelled, causing your stomach to growl. 

“Come on, let’s move out to the patio and start eating.” Mia finally suggested and she and her friend started to move things outside. 

Once the three of you were settled, you helped yourself to some food and started eating. You enjoyed a mimosa as you listened to your sister give marital advice to her friend. As you listened, your mind drifted off to Frank and you wondered what he was doing. You’re brought back to reality when you felt your sister’s hand on yours, you looked over at her and gave her a small smile. 

“So, wanna tell me why you were late?” Mia inquired as she removed her hand from yours. 

You reached for your glass of mimosa and took a quick sip. “Well, um, I just overslept is all. I went out last night with some friends, and stayed out way too late.” 

She didn’t need to know that you hooked up with Frank last night. 

“You sure? You seem a bit different this morning.” Mia commented before she took a sip of coffee. 

Before you could say anything, your sister’s friend spoke up. “Of course she is, she had sex.” 

Mia gasped as she playfully hit her friend’s arm. “Brycie!” Mia then turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “Is that true?! With who?” 

You choked on your mimosa as Brycie and Mia harassed you about having sex. “Um, just some random guy I met at the bar.” 

You took another sip of mimosa as you shrugged your shoulders and they seemed to have bought it as they moved on to another topic. You mentally sighed in relief as you listened to them. 

A few days passed and as you went about your errands, your phone chimed causing you to pull it out of your purse. You narrowed your gaze as you didn’t recognize the number. It’s not until you unlocked your screen and read the message that a smile spread across your face. 

Frank: Hope you don’t mind but I got your number from Travis. I can’t stop thinking about you. 

Your smile only grew at the message. 

You: I don’t mind. How have you been?

Three little bubbles appeared and you anxiously waited for a reply. Ding. 

Frank: Besides being driven crazy by not seeing you, alright I guess. Please tell me you’re free this weekend. 

As you stood there, you thought about his offer, it would be good to see him again. Just then, your phone chimed again with a new message from Frank. 

Frank: Please don’t make me beg it’s not a pretty sight. 

Your fingers typed quickly across the screen of your phone. 

You: I would love too. Did you have anything in mind you wanted to do? 

Three little dots. You waited a few minutes for a reply but then nothing. A sigh fell from your lips as you tucked your phone back into your purse. You continued your errands and throughout the rest of the day and night, you kept checking your phone. Each time you checked it though, only brought you disappointment. Was he already ghosting you? You decided you’d give him a couple of days to solidify your thoughts. However, days turned into almost two weeks before you heard anything from him. It was like he had completely fallen off of the face of the earth during that time. 

Life had recently seemed meaningless, like you were lost. It wasn’t because Frank seemed to have ghosted you but because life's cruel events were catching up to you. Your depression knocked you over like a wrecking ball and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. All you could think about was what happened that awful night at a work party. Your coworker coming onto you and not taking ‘no’ for an answer. You had stopped paying attention to your movie long ago as your thoughts of that night kept coming forward and at full force. You often wondered if it was your fault and maybe you had led him on without realizing it. You sighed and decided to pour yourself another glass of wine. Your feet padded lightly against the hardwood floor as you made your way to the kitchen with your empty wine glass. Once you had poured more wine, you took a large drink of it. Flashes of that night resurfaced again in your head causing you to tighten your grip on your wine glass. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself down. It didn’t work though and before you could think things through, you threw your glass across the kitchen. When it hit the wall, it shattered and the wine spilled all over the floor. 

“Shit.” You grumbled to yourself, you started to walk towards the mess when you heard your phone chime. 

You ignored the first chime but when it chimed again, your curiosity got the better of you, wondering who could be texting you at this late hour. When you picked up your phone, you were surprised to see Frank’s name. You unlocked the screen and clicked on the new messages, curious to what Frank had to say for himself. 

Frank: Sorry, I went M.I.A., although I did warn you that I’m bad at this whole relationship/love thing. 

True, he did. 

Frank: Was wondering if you were free tomorrow? I have a friend showcasing their band tomorrow night, and wondered if you wanted to come. I understand if you don’t wanna see me again. 

You thought about it for a brief moment and as you did, you looked up and glanced around your small house. You had cooped yourself up for the past couple of days, maybe some human interaction wouldn’t hurt. 

You: Sure, I’m in. Are we meeting there or are you gonna pick me up? 

Three little dots, resting your chin in your hand as you waited. 

Frank: I’ll pick you, love. It’s a few hours away, you cool with that? 

Your fingers typed quickly as you replied. 

You: Yeah, that’s fine. What time should I be ready? 

You got an immediate response. 

Frank: Let’s make a whole day of it, so let’s say eight in the morning? Breakfast included. 

You couldn’t help but smile at Frank’s suggestion. 

You: Sounds good. I’ll see you in the morning then! 

Frank: I look forward to it! Goodnight, love.

You: Goodnight. 

You put your phone back down before you go to clean up the mess in the kitchen. You cleaned up all of the broken glass first, careful not to cut yourself. When you had the mess all cleaned up, you decided to end the night on a somewhat good note. 

The next morning, you were just finishing up getting ready when the doorbell rang. When you had woken up that morning, you had realized you never gave Frank your address so you made sure to text it to him. You turned off your curling iron before you went to answer the door. You could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up with the way Frank was looking at you, he looked at you like he was about to devour you whole. 

“Wow, love, you really know how to make a guy’s heart stop.” Frank complimented as he took you in. 

You opened the door wider and stepped off to the side. “You really know how to flatter a girl don’t you?” You paused for a moment as you stared into his eyes. “Come on in, I’m almost done.” 

When Frank entered, you closed the door behind him. As you turned around, you noticed Frank checking out your place. You stood next to him and he returned his attention back to you with a smile on his face. 

“Nice place.” Frank then leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, giving you the softest of kisses. 

You kept your eyes closed for a few seconds longer after he had kissed you, you had missed the feeling of his lips against your. You only opened them when you had decided to speak again. 

“So, um, would you like some coffee before we leave? I have some that’s relatively fresh.” 

“Sure, we’ve got plenty of time.” 

Frank followed you to the kitchen and you got him a mug and started pouring him some coffee. As you do, you felt Frank wrap his arms around your middle section and you couldn’t help but lean into him. You set the coffee pot back on the warmer before you made a mess all over the place. Your eyes fluttered close as Frank started to press his lips up and down your neck. A sigh escaped you as he started to roam his hands all over your body. You were caught off guard when he spun you around to face him, your breath hitched in your throat with the way he was looking at you. He looked down at you with lust blown eyes and as if you were the only girl in the world. You still weren’t used to that kind of look but you were starting to like it. Frank cupped your cheek as he continued to stare deeply into your eyes before he pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue entered your mouth and he twirled it around yours, causing you to let out a muffled moan. The two of you quickly started to remove each other’s clothes, flinging them all over the kitchen. Frank decided that the floor was the best place for this and you would be making a mess in the kitchen after all. 

The drive was quick as it was filled with laughter and music. You got to know each other a little better and swap different life stories. True to his word, Frank got you both breakfast as he stopped at a small diner outside of town. The rest of the way, you curled up into Frank’s side as he drove and you ended up falling asleep. Occasionally, Frank glanced down at you and he couldn’t help the small smile that would play on his lips. He kept the music down as you slept and his thoughts took over as he drove. You were too good for him, there was no doubt about that. Why you wanted him was beyond him, he was a grade A prick and terrible at relationships. He sighed as he put the car into park outside of his friend’s house, parking on the street. He looked down at you and started to gently rub your arm causing you to stir. 

“Hey, we’ve made it.” Frank spoke softly as he tried to wake you up. 

You opened your eyes to find Frank staring down at you with a caring look to them. A coy smile started to form on hips and you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up once more. You sat up and stretched before you took a look around at your surroundings. “Where are we?” 

“This is my friend Jake's house. Said he wanted to hang out beforehand, I hope that’s okay?” Frank explained as he looked at you, he brushed some of your hair out of your face. 

“Yeah, sure, of course. Are we gonna stay in your car all day or what?” You let out a small laugh to show that you were teasing him. 

Frank shook his head as he chuckled. “Yeah, let me introduce you to my friends. They’re pretty cool people, I think you’ll like them.” 

The two of you then proceeded to get out of the car and as you walked up to the house, Frank pulled you close to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist to do so and he placed a sweet kiss on the side of your head. When you got to the front door, Frank let the two of you insided, you were honestly kind of surprised this person had left his door unlocked. You gave Frank a small smile when he looked over at you, he gave you a reassuring squeeze to your side the further you walked into the house. 

“Yo, anyone here?” Frank called out after a minute or so. 

That’s when you heard rummaging in the kitchen, then it stopped. A man quickly appeared in the doorway, a bright smile on his face. He had sandy blonde hair and circular framed glasses, his goatee was neatly trimmed and combed. He wore baggy, ripped jeans with a faded ACDC band t-shirt and he held snacks in his hands. 

“Frank, my man! You’re here!” He nodded his head in approval before he turned his attention to you and his smile grew even more. “And you brought a pretty lady! Right on, right on! Come one, the others are down in the basement.” 

He then led you and Frank down to the basement. You felt an uneasy feeling as you went down the stairs but when Frank grabbed your hand and it intertwined your fingers, the feeling subsided. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you were a bit relieved to see another woman here. 

“Oh, I’m Jake by the way, Jake Jensen.” Jake finally introduced himself as he walked over to the coffee table to set the snacks down. 

“Right, I’m sorry.” Frank realized as he never gave proper introductions. “Well, since everyone is here, let me introduce you to everyone else. The hippie redhead over there is Wanda, she’s the keyboardist as well as a singer.” 

“Hey girl, what’s up?” Wanda greeted as she smiled at you, offering a small wave. 

“The asshole next to her is Sam Wilson, he plays the bass guitar,” Frank paused as he looked down at you, a half smile on his face. “Those two are in a relationship together.” 

You nod in understanding, they did seem rather cozy next to each other. 

“Don’t worry, I’m only an asshole to those who deserve it, like Frank here. It’s nice to meet you.” He shot you a quick wink. 

“Then, the two sharing a joint over there are Carter Baizen and Nate Archibald. Carter plays the drums and has all sorts of connections while Nate plays lead guitar and singer.” Frank concluded the introductions before he smiled down at you. 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you all.” You said with a coy smile and a small wave. 

Before anyone could say anything, Jake returned to the group after stepping away to take a phone call, there was a grim look on his face. He let out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand down his face. The group turned their attention to him, each one having their own concerned expression. 

“What is it Jake?” Sam is the first to speak up to break the tense silence that had started to form. 

“Man, bad news. That was the venue that just called, they’re booting us for tonight.” You could hear the disappointment laced in Jake’s voice. 

Carter scoffed at the news. “Did they at least tell you why?” 

Carter then took the half-smoked joint from Nate, taking a hit off of it right away. 

“Yeah, something about not selling enough tickets.” Jake explained before he turned to you and Frank. “Sorry you guys wasted a trip. You’re more than welcome to stay and hang out.” 

“Yeah, I’d be alright with that. What do you say, love, are you good with just staying to hang out and get to know my friends for a little while?” Frank turned fully towards you with a raised eyebrow. He gently grabbed ahold of your shoulders and started to gently caress them. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 

You took a moment to think about it, the pit in your stomach was still slightly there but for whatever reason you kept ignoring the feeling. “Of course, I don’t mind. We can stay.” 

“Great!” Jake exclaimed with a clap and a bright smile on his face. “Let’s get this party started!” 

You gave everyone a small smile as your gut and brain were screaming at you to leave. 

All of you partied and you partied hard. Between the drugs and the alcohol, it’s no wonder you found yourself throwing up into a toilet well past midnight. All you wanted now was to curl up into bed and pass out. When you finally felt like you were finished, you sat up against the wall and pulled your knees up to your chest. Maybe if you called your sister she would be kind enough to come get you. First, you’d need to find your phone but you didn’t have the energy for that at the moment. Tears started to well up into your eyes, why did you agree to this? You were pulled out of your thoughts when a knock came from the closed door and you quickly blinked away the tears. You tried to get up from your spot on the floor but your body wouldn’t let you so you called out to the person instead, your voice sounded hoarse. 

“It’s open!” 

Frank poked his head in between the crack he had made and his eyes softened at the sight of you. He made his way over to you and sat down next to you. “Jake said we could crash in one of his spare bedrooms for tonight.” 

You looked over at him as a sniffle escaped you. “I wanna go home.” 

Frank’s sigh came out a little more irritated than he had meant. “I can’t drive right now, love. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.” 

You turned your head away from Frank as a few tears trickled down your cheeks. 

“Ya know, we didn’t have to stay.” Frank’s voice came out harsher than he meant to. “Look, why don’t we go to bed and get some rest? I think we could both use it.” 

You took a deep breath before you let it out and agreed. Frank was the first one to stand up and he held out a hand for you and you accepted. He pulled you up gently before he led you to the bedroom that Jake said you two could use for the night. You immediately laid down on the bed so that the room would stop spinning, at least hoping it would. Before you could comprehend what was happening, Frank was on top of you, kissing you and roaming his hands all over you. When your mind finally caught up, you pushed him off of you, it took all of your energy to do so. 

“No Frank, I don’t feel good. Stop.” You breathe out, you were in no state for anything that Frank wanted to do right now. 

“Come on baby, let me make you feel good.” Frank tried to convince you as he started to touch you again. 

“Frank, I said no.” You tried to make your voice a bit more stern. 

God, you wished that the room would stop spinning and that your head would stop pounding. It seemed though that Frank got the hint that time. 

“You know, you’re being ridiculous.” Frank commented, he was clearly not happy you turned him down. 

All you could muster was half-hearted scoff as you turned to look at him. When you saw him though, he had his back towards you and snores were rolling off of his lips. You let out a sigh that was filled with exhaustion and frustration. You glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that it was three in the morning. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you thought about your next move. A wave of clarity hit as you released the bridge of your nose. You decided to get a little bit of sleep and then you were out of here, one way or another. You were going to leave this awful night behind you, as well as Frank. You decided it was best to just let him go.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Dark Victory Part One

Masterlist | Part Two

Pairing: Frank x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Warnings: Manipulation, angst, innocent Reader, POV switches between Frank and Reader. No physical descriptions, no use of y/n, etc. Not beta read.

There is no sexual content in this chapter, but there will be sexual content in the next chapter.

Summary: “My life is chaos.” She had laughed bitterly when she’d said it, when the interviewer had asked her what her day-to-day is like, and what she would change about it.

She hadn’t known Frank would watch it. She hadn’t even known she was being considered for Victory. She thought that her parents had signed her up for a free session with a life coach. She seemed  to take to the idea with some hesitance. If it was this hard to get her to open up to someone trying to maintain her, and her life, he could only imagine what she would be like if they brought her in.

He can see shades of who she was before him. It seeps through now and again—in a slightly wrinkled dress, in a stray few strands of hair bowing over her forehead, in her leg giving its jittery bouncing during a game night.

Sometimes he gives her a single look. That's usually enough to make her straighten her clothes, smooth back her hair. Tonight, he's given her four looks, and her leg is still bouncing, like she can bring the building down if her heel thuds enough in the same place. Frank reaches out wordlessly, hand pressing to her thigh, his fingers tantalizingly brushing against her leg—against her bare skin. She's forgone her pantyhose again. Maybe she was running late. Maybe she put her thumb through her last pair. It's unladylike to rush. He’ll have to break her of that. He'll have Shelley speak with her about that tomorrow.

She goes completely still under his hand, her eyes widening as she stares straight ahead. It's like the cackle and hum of the party around them have quieted in her ears, like she's trying to catch on the shift of his hand against her, the rustle of her petticoat beneath her dress as his fingers flex against her thigh.

Frank doesn't say a word. He just gives a warning squeeze, then lets go again. She stays still and silent as a statue, seen and not heard. A few minutes later, her leg begins to bounce, and then almost immediately ceases. He can see her wary sidelong glance, catches on the way her clasped hands tighten on each other. He smiles a little.

She's trying.

But she's still too much herself.

—

“My life is chaos.”

She had laughed bitterly when she’d said it, when the interviewer had asked her what her day-to-day is like, and what she would change about it.

She hadn’t known Frank would watch it. She hadn’t even known she was being considered for Victory. She thought that her parents had signed her up for a free session with a life coach. She seemed  to take to the idea with some hesitance. If it was this hard to get her to open up to someone trying to maintain her, and her life, he could only imagine what she would be like if they brought her in.

—

“You make her nervous.”

It’s surprising and validating. Frank sits on the couch, watching Shelley as she stands at the stove, dutifully stirring their diner to keep it from burning.

“Nervous,” He repeats.

“Yes.”

“Did she say why?”

“She said she doesn’t know why, just that you do.”

Frank nods slowly, contemplatively, his eyes lowering to the pristine pleat in his pant leg, then stands, walking over to the table as Shelley sets the main course down beside the salad bowl. She dishes out for both of them, and he graces her with a smile as they tuck in.

“…Did she say anything about Howard?” He presses after a few minutes. Shelley stabs lightly at a piece of lettuce, then spears a small piece of carrot.

“Nothing.”

“Did you ask?”

“Twice.”

“Mm.”

“…This can’t sustain.”

Frank’s eyes narrow slightly at the insinuation. He chews his food thoroughly, considering. He swallows, tips his chin up, pronounces:

“It’s under control.”

Shelley seems hesitant still, but she gives a small, appeasing nod.

—

He’d pitched it as a broadening of the program—expanding from married couples into bringing in people that needed a guiding hand in their lives. He’d bring in a man and a woman, both single, and bring them together. He’d further revolutionize the program, bonding couples and building a more robust community in Victory.

The man they’d brought on, Howard, was ready and willing to be paired with her—he’d approved of her before they went under. But she doesn’t know, and she has been resisting it. She tends to the ladies’ sides at functions. When she isn’t, when she’s with Jack, or Dean, or Ted, she still chats amiably, an easygoing smile on her face. But she goes quiet whenever Howard is anywhere near her, and often finds a way to excuse herself if they’ve been pulled into a conversation together. They fit on paper—but in practice, Frank has been hitting a few…Roadblocks.

—

“May I come in?”

He asks it with a warm, knowing smile. Her mouth works wordlessly before she takes a step back, head ducking as he steps inside. He’s seen pictures of her apartment in the real world—the clutter, the knick-knacks, the packages that have arrived but hadn’t been unpacked yet. When she’d shown the ‘life coach’ around, she’d been flustered. She knew precisely where everything was, but could never seem to keep things in order, in their proper place. He remembers the beseeching eyes of her parents as they’d pleaded for him to take her in.

He wishes they could see her now.

There’s hardly a thing out of place, though there do seem to be a couple of books and magazines scattered unfashionably across the coffee table. The shelves have only the absolute basics on them; the floor is clear of clutter.

She skirts around him, walking to the kitchen and beginning to make coffee. She hasn’t asked if he’d like some; he hasn’t asked for any. He wonders why this is her first instinct—if she’s seen the other women do this when someone comes over. He takes a few steps deeper into the home, looking around. It’s smaller than the others—a similar ranch style, but with one bedroom down the hall, and a bathroom beside it. Once she and Howard are together—once she falls in line, and they marry—they’ll move into a home that's the same size as the others. And then he’ll bring in the next two singles, and try it again.

It’s been good that she’s so difficult. It’s helped him work out a few kinks.

He turns to her again as he hears the rattling of the cups and saucers. Her hands are shaking. He watches her set them on the counter before she turns from him again, scrubbing her palms dry against her skirt. He tuts, and her shoulders pull tight. They stay there as she continues to scurry around the kitchen. He can’t help but smile.

He really does make her nervous.

—

“Are you happy here?”

He doesn’t expect an honest answer. They’ve made it through two cups of coffee and so far all she’s said is, “Would you like a refill?”

Her gaze flickers to him. He can practically see the wheels turning in her head. She opens her mouth, then closes it, then nods. Frank tips his brows up, chin dipping toward his chest as he waits, expectant. When she realizes that the nod won’t be enough, she manages, “I—…Everyone is very nice.”

“Even me?”

His smile widens as she turns her flustered face from him, a hand raising to scrub at the back of her neck.

“Why didn’t you attend dance class today?” He asks.

“I wasn’t feeling well.”

“Perhaps we ought to have Doctor Collins come and take a look at you.”

“Oh! No, no, I—“ She shakes her head, “I feel much better now. It was just a headache, it’s…It’s passed.”

Frank hums thoughtfully, glancing around.

“Do you have plans for this evening?” He asks, though he already knows the answer.

“No.”

“Come and have dinner with Shelley and me. It’s been some time since we’ve had the chance to catch up properly.”

That was by design. Frank had taken it upon himself to arrange a sort of meal roster—every night, she and Howard with one of the other couples. They were often dine separately, but now and again, she and Howard were invited to the same couple’s house, as a sort of...happy accident.

She’s never seemed particularly happy about it.

“That’s very generous of you.”

“Not at all.”

He stands to leave, and she follows suit, trailing him to the door. He puts on his sunglasses and turns, giving her a smile.

“6 o’clock,” He orders. She nods. He doesn’t hear the front door close until he’s gotten into his car.

--

She brightens at the sight of Shelley, falters at the sight of Frank, and balks at the sight of Howard.

But Shelley takes her by the arm and guides her deeper inside, filling the air with almost mindless chatter, entreating her to say hello to the men before joining Shelley in the kitchen.

Frank watches her closely. He sees the way she fights her own body, forcing her legs forward while her torso and head lean away a touch, like they can pop free of her bottom half and make a run for it. When Howard stands, when he leans forward to peck her cheek, she ducks back, takes his hand, and pumps it in an almost aggressive greeting before she hurriedly leaves the room. Frank narrows his eyes after her as she goes before he glances up. Howard looks crestfallen, his jaw beginning to clench with frustration. Frank raises a soothing hand, pats his shoulder as he sits, and encourages, "Give her time."

--

“I hear you saw Howard last night.”

Bunny says so with a salacious grin, leaning in and propping her elbows up on the table, resting her chin on the back of her hands. You glance at her, panic beginning to roil through you. Shelley practically leaps to your rescue, taking up the pitcher of lemonade. She pointedly tops up everyone’s glasses as she says,

“Howard stopped by to have a drink with Frank, and he was able to stay for dinner.”

“How was it?” Peg asks.

“Dinner was delicious,” You answer diplomatically.

“And the company?” Bunny leans even further in, a knowing smile curling her red-painted lips. You glance between the three women nervously before you give a small shrug and a shake of your head, your nervous energy washing over you in a wave.

“You know I enjoy seeing—” Shelley? Yes. Frank? Well—Howard? Christ no. “Everyone.”

Bunny guffaws as Peg sighs and takes her lemonade up. You sink down in your seat as Shelley settles the pitcher back down on the table.

“Why don’t you just go out with him? Howard seems nice. And we’ve never had a wedding in Victory,” Peg offers, rubbing her pregnant belly. A wedding. The thought makes your stomach lurch.

“He does seem nice,” You concede.

“And attractive,” Bunny waggles her brows.

“I suppose.”

“You don’t think he is?”

You consider, eyes lowering to the table. He’s tall, willowy, and dark-haired, with fair skin and a prominent bone structure. His eyes tend to bore right into you, heavy and cold, as if he’s trying to drill for something between your eyes.

Sure, he’s handsome.

But Frank is—

No. No, you can’t go down that road—especially not with those three staring at you, Frank’s wife included.

“I, um—...Oh, excuse me,” You clear your throat before you spring out of your seat, mumbling your apologies and hurrying for the door. None of them stop you; you can hear Peg and Shelley chastising Bunny in your wake.

You squint into the sun, half-running down the empty sidewalk and damning your hurry for forgetting your sunglasses at Shelley and Frank’s. You slow when your lungs burn, three blocks from where you started. You sigh softly, rubbing your hands together as that jittery feeling begins to ebb. You look down at your collar and spot a crumb from the cookie you’d had at Shelley’s. Frank would be disappointed if he saw. You reach up, swiping it away with a soft huff. You suddenly feel so silly for hurrying away as you did, but now you don’t know what to do with yourself. You don’t want to go back to your house. You can just picture Frank in your kitchen, staring you down and drinking your coffee.

You can’t imagine how Shelley will relay today’s incident to him. If you’ve any luck at all, she won’t tell him a thing.

--

You’ve no luck at all.

You’d hoped when you’d answered the door that it would be Shelley with a bemused smile and some words of wisdom. Instead, you find Frank waiting there, your sunglasses in hand. You hold your hand out, giving him the chance to put them in your palm and walk away. But Frank steps more deeply inside, pushing your arm aside, your sunglasses still curled in his fist. Your stomach churns as he brushes past you. You hear his footsteps track more deeply into the house. You turn to watch him, your hands twitching at your sides.

You’re determined to handle this better than his last arrival—to actually speak, at least. But Frank just makes you feel so tongue-tied. The look that he gives you, the blend of curiosity and goading, makes you want to say and do the silliest things. And that damnable smirk that he always fixes you with—

He turns to you now, but with no such smirk on his lips. His face is harshly neutral, his lips pressed into a thin line. He watches you for a long moment before he says, “Come here.”

It’s as it was at dinner—your body moves despite your wants, almost automatically. But where you’d walked to Howard for fear of being rude, your body feels drawn to Frank, like a magnetic force is tugging you. You stop a few feet from him. Your heart pounds roughly in your chest; your palms are beginning to sweat. You absently clutch at your skirt, giving it a squeeze. Frank’s eyes lower to your hands, then lift to your face again.

“Closer.”

You don’t want to, but again, your body does as he asks of it. Frank sets your glasses down on the kitchen island and plants his hand on it, cocking his hip just a touch.

“I have tried to be patient with you.” His voice is deceptively soft. You feel the hair raise on the back of your neck. You’re rooted in place, like a rabbit trying to avoid being seen by a hawk.

“The way you have conducted yourself since arriving is unbecoming.”

“F-Frank, I—”

“No,” He shakes his head, “No. You’ve had plenty of chances to talk. You didn’t take them.”

You flounder, beginning to look away, but Frank reaches out, grasping your jaw. A chill trips down your spine, a counterpoint to the way your belly suddenly floods with fire.

“If you can’t play nice, I can’t allow you to stay,” He warns.

“I am playing nice—”

“You’re not playing at all. Now, Howard is a good man, and he likes you. You’d be a fool to pass that opportunity up.”

Your gaze drops to the counter. You feel like a child being chastised on the playground. Frank gives your jaw a squeeze before he dips his head into your gaze.

“Look at me.”

You do as he says, your stomach churning.

“Put your hands down,” He adds. Your fingers release the skirt of your dress automatically, falling limply to the sides. Frank’s eyes skim your face, dipping from your eyes, over the slope of your nose, down to your lips. Your heart pounds as his eyes settle there. Your fingers twitch to grasp at your skirt again, but you force them flat.

“Does Howard make you nervous?” He asks.

“No.”

He tips his brows up, and your face flashes with heat.

“Well…Maybe. A little,” You amend.

“…Why do I make you nervous?”

You consider lying, but you know it won’t do. He has you cornered in your own cage. You swipe your tongue nervously across your dry lips.

“I think this would make anyone nervous.”

“What would?”

“Wanting something that they can’t have.”

Frank’s tension flickers. His eyes narrow a touch, searching your face for any hint of deception. Then his lips dip to the swell of your mouth. He draws in a deep breath, giving a small shake of his head.

“If you can’t play nice,” He repeats softly, “I can’t allow you to stay.” He takes a step back, finally lowering his hand from your face.

“You’re coming by for dinner tomorrow.”

It’s another order, issued as authoritatively as the last. You can’t bring yourself to ask if Howard will be there. You can’t bring yourself to watch Frank go. As soon as the door shuts behind him, you fall to your knees and crumble.

--

She’s expecting Shelley. Frank can see it in her eyes when he opens the door. They flash with that bright, nervous energy; he hears her grip tighten on something too, something that crinkles. Frank just takes a step back and nods her inside before he glances around to see if anyone is watching. When he shuts the door, he turns to find her looking around the front entryway, taking slow, drifting steps.

The dress she’s wearing doesn’t seem quite her style. He thinks she must’ve borrowed it from one of the others. He walks closer, resting his hand on her lower back to steer her more deeply inside. She keeps her gaze set ahead, though her painted lower lip is drawn between her lower lip. Glancing down, Frank finds that he has a good view of her breasts from the dipping neckline of her top.

She definitely borrowed it from someone.

“What’s that?” He asks, nodding to her hands as they reach the kitchen.

“Oh, I—” She holds it up, “I made a pie. Shelley always makes such amazing meals, I just wanted to—To contribute.”

Frank hums contemplatively, taking it from her. He lifts the aluminum foil, eyeing the golden, flaky crust before he sets it down on the counter.

“Where is Shelley?” She hedges as he walks to where the wine and two glasses are waiting on the counter.

“With the other ladies, at Peg’s.”

“…And where’s Howard?”

Frank turns back toward her, brows raised, bottle and glasses in his hands.

“Is that why you dressed that way? For Howard?”

She seems to flinch at the question, hands clasping and tightening around one another. Frank purses his lips as he sets the glasses down beside her and opens the wine. He’ll have to break her of that, too.

“I was going to…That is, I thought I’d—” She starts, then fades.

“You’d what?”

“…Play nice.”

It leaves her softly, with fear. Frank hums quietly, thoughtfully, passing her one of the glasses of wine before he nods her toward the backyard. She follows obediently, seeming wary of spilling the wine on her borrowed dress.

- -

The meal is passed in the same quiet of their coffee. She seems even more reticent now, sitting at a small table practically side by side with Frank beside his pool. But she’s smiled more, and answered the odd question that he’s asked her. Now, he hedges:

“Would you have more confidence in Howard if you knew him better?”

“I don’t know. I—I couldn’t say. I don’t know him, so I’m not sure that knowing him would help.”

“But you have confidence in me?”

She balks, turns sharply to their empty plates. Frank doesn’t press. He just waits. He’s come to learn that plying her for an answer too swiftly closes her off.

“I wouldn’t say I have confidence in you—I mean!” She draws in a gasp as she realizes what she’s said. Frank can’t help but smile at her nervey impertinence.

“I have confidence in—In what you’re building here, and how, and—But what I feel is—”

“Attraction.”

Frank spies her hands dipping to grip at her dress, no doubt to dry her sweating palms. He reaches out, resting a hand atop hers. His fingers brush against her thigh. She wore pantyhose tonight—she didn’t rush, or forget.

Good.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” He soothes softly. His thumb skims her exposed knee, the rasp of the hose making his skin tingle. He can feel her fingers tightening in the fabric of her dress. He shifts a little closer, thigh brushing hers as his head dips. He brushes his lips along her bare shoulder, smiles as he feels her draw in a shaking breath.

“Does this,” He tips his head up, brushing his lips along her jaw, “Make you nervous?”

She gives a small, slow nod, as if she’s wary of shaking him loose.

“Would you like me to stop?”

There’s a beat before she gives a small, slow shake of her head. He grins sharply, sliding his hand up her thigh just a little bit. The fabric shifts under their palms. He can feel her muscle twitching, torn between pressing up into him and holding absolutely still.

Motivation. That’s what he’s decided she needs. Frank has something she wants, and he has something he wants her to do. If he can get her firmly under his thumb, then he can maneuver her under Howard’s. He needs to draw her in, twist her up, and let her go, like a pathetic little toy.

He slides his hand up just a touch more, dipping toward her inner thighs. She draws in a breath then, thighs tightening and stopping his hand.

“Frank,” She mumbles. It’s a shy mumble, but he needs it from her in a different way—he needs to hear it in elation, desperation, and, finally, despair. “What are you doing?”

Frank tips his chin up, nosing gently along her cheekbone.

“I’m showing you what can happen,” He murmurs, “When you play nice.”

- -

Your body muddles with excitement, shock, and fear.

You can’t do this. Shelley is too good, too dear to you. You couldn’t betray her trust, her confidence—but as Frank guides your head toward his with a hand on your nape, a hand on your thigh, his nose brushing yours, and those sweet, bright eyes peering into yours, you think you could betray anything that you hold dear. Your stomach twists as Frank’s lips brush yours. Your heart thuds in your chest, blood roaring in your ears.

“I’ve—I’ve never been—…I mean…” You stutter. You can’t quite get the words out, but Frank takes your meaning. He hums sympathetically, shifting his hand from your nape. He raises his hand to your lips, trailing his fingertip over them. Your body tingles with the sensation, your breath catching in your throat. You fight the urge to tease your tongue out and catch the tip. The thought makes your body go hot with want.

“Would you like to be?” He murmurs.

You nod a little, a quiet, breathy, “Please,” Leaving you. Frank’s smile, what you can see of it before he leans in, is a beautiful sight. His finger trails from your lips to curl a knuckle beneath your jaw, keeping you steady.

The first press of lips is gentle, and dry. Your eyelids flutter closed as you revel in the closeness and warmth of his body. Frank begins to draw back just a touch, but you feel yourself leaning in after him, chasing the contact and the pressure, silently pleading for more. You feel the soft, huffed laugh that he gives, and before you can sink into your embarrassment, you feel his fingers curl around your jaw. He tips your chin up just a little as he leans in again. This is a touch more than he gave you before—now, his lips slide across yours with tantalizing tenderness. You shift your lips, experimentally. He hums with soft encouragement before he draws away. You open your eyes, panic flaring up in your belly. Had you done something wrong? Is he bored with you?

But Frank is smiling and nodding to the side.

“Why don’t we have some of that pie.”

- -

It’s dangling the carrot. By the time she leaves, she’s received a handful of chaste kisses, and a warning: if she wants this to continue, she has to keep their little rendezvous between themselves—and she has to try with Howard.

“Really try,” Frank warned, fingers raised to point at her, like he was scolding a child, “I’ll know if you’re not. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Frank.”

The promise had been given with a new tone—obedience was beginning to supersede her nerves. He’d grinned, cupped her jaw, and murmured, “That’s a good girl,” Against her lips before granting her another peck. She’d chased him for another—she always chased him for another.

Now, Frank leans in the doorway, watching her go. He can’t help but smile as she turns, giving him a shy smile and little wave. He raises his hand in turn.

This is going to be too easy.

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Frank Castle Masterlist

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Selfish - Frank Castle x reader

One Shot

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teach me

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: you want frank to teach you self defense, but it doesn't quite go the way you expected.

warnings: swearing, some angst, mentions of guns, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 8.3k

a/n: what better way to end this year and start the new one than with our favorite hot bodyguard. don't ask me how many times I watched that scene with him and amy. it was for science. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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“You’re being a dick.”

“Hey, you said you wanted to learn.”

“You’re still being a dick.”

“Yeah yeah, you ain’t gettin’ no sympathy from me, sweetheart. Now c’mon, try again.”

It was a good thing the cabin was isolated in the middle of the woods, because if anyone had been looking in the living room window at that very moment, they would’ve definitely called the police in horror. Frank had a gun in his right hand that was trained on you, and while he wore a neutral expression on his face, your brows were furrowed in pure annoyance and there was a faint scowl on your lips.

Letting out a huff of irritation, you kept your eyes focused on the gun in Frank’s hand, getting back into somewhat of a fighting stance again. Clenching your hands open and closed a few times, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip before you suddenly rushed forward in an endeavor to take the gun out of his hand. 

But just like he had done the past seven times you tried this, Frank easily managed to block your attempt. He grabbed your wrist in his free hand and spun you around swiftly, pulling you back firmly against his chest while a deep chuckle sounded right next to your ear.

“That was real cute.”

Letting go of you, Frank took a step back and lightly pressed at the back of your knee with the heel of his boot, sending you down to your knees below him. He decided to take it a step further and used the toe of his boot to gently shove at your ass, causing your hands to fly out to catch yourself, rendering you on all fours in front of him. Turning to narrow your eyes at him over your shoulder, the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth let you know that was very intentional.

“You know, if you wanted me on my knees, all you had to do was ask.”

“That right?”

Grumbling a string of curses under your breath, you pushed yourself back up onto your feet and turned around to shoot a death glare in Frank’s direction. His plush lips instantly parted into a crooked grin while he looked at you, cocking his head to the side slightly while his eyes twinkled in amusement.

“Aw, what’s wrong baby, hm?”

“I already told you, you’re being a dick. You’re supposed to be teaching me-”

“Then why don’t you quit actin’ like you know everythin’ and start askin’ questions, yeah?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know what questions to ask? I asked you to teach me. Teach me means tell me what to do.”

“And when have you ever done what I told ya to?”

As you opened your mouth to protest, Frank arched one of his thick brows and shot you a pointed look, and your rebuttal quickly died on your tongue. You did have a history of ignoring his instructions completely and doing whatever you wanted anyway. With that in mind, you let out a deep exhale through your nose and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Okay, that’s…fair. But this is completely out of my area of expertise. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never even held a gun until four days ago. And for the record, when it comes to something serious, I do listen to you. This is serious, and I’m listening.”

Originally when you asked Frank to teach you self defense with a gun, he was completely against it. He made the argument that with him around, you wouldn’t have to worry about that, to which you reminded him of the incident where two people tried to kill you in your own home where you had nothing to protect yourself with and no knowledge of how to in the first place. 

The two of you went back and forth about it for at least an hour. He made the case that it was a one time incident that would never happen again, and argued that nothing was ever going to happen to you in the first place anyway because he showed up to take care of it. You argued back that Frank wouldn’t be by your side twenty-four seven anymore and would eventually be assigned to someone else, possibly taking him far away for extended periods of time.

In the end, you wore him down like you usually did until he gave in and you got your way.

Frank took in the impatient and stubborn expression covering your features, the one he had become all too familiar with and grown to adore. You were a force to be reckoned with when you wanted something, just as much as he was. Even though he didn’t want you to ever have a reason to use a gun, he would rather know you were safe and could handle yourself in his absence if it came down to it. 

“Alright, alright. Wipe that pout off your face and c’mere.”

Doing your best to conceal your tiny smile of victory, you went to stand in front of Frank, but he held his large hand out to stop you and motioned for you to move back a little.

“Keep your distance, okay? You don’t wanna be too close. Now, step one.”

Frank reached out to grab your wrist and brought your hand up towards the barrel of the gun, placing his large hand on top of your own and squeezing gently to signal for you to grab onto it. Once he felt your tight grip on the barrel, he slid his hand over to grab onto your forearm and pushed against it, which caused the gun in his right hand to shift directions. It was no longer aimed at you, but pointed at the wall to your left.

“You wanna take the gun offline, yeah? Look.”

Glancing up at him briefly, you nodded to show him that you were paying attention. When he pulled your arm back in the position it was before, aiming the gun at you once again, you quickly redirected your focus back to his large hands. To reiterate what he was trying to explain to you, Frank repeated his demonstration two more times to make sure you understood.

“Offline, right? Offline, right? And push hard, as hard as you can.”

While Frank’s eyes were locked on you as he demonstrated the first step, you were studying his movements, committing every detail to memory. It seemed simple enough in theory so far. Keep your distance, grab the barrel of the gun, and push it away from yourself hard. When he let go of your arm, you let go of the gun, and you looked up to see that Frank was already watching you.

“Show me.”

Without hesitating, you swiftly reached out to grab the barrel of the gun and forcefully pushed it to the left. Frank let you redirect it to a certain point, and then pushed back to hold the gun in place. His strength was something you couldn’t combat, and as you kept pushing at the barrel, his resistance  made the gun almost wobble in your hands. 

“Attagirl. Easy, easy. Relax.”

Frank reached out with his left hand and grabbed onto your wrist, gently squeezing it to steady your hand.

“Alright, now step two, you go for that wrist, yeah? You get control. Go.”

Immediately you reached out with your right hand to wrap your fingers around Frank’s wrist to grab onto it tightly. Giving a slight shake of his head, Frank pulled your hand off of his wrist and guided it underneath his wrist instead.

“Look, underneath, yeah? Underneath. Go for the joint. Joints are weakest.”

Everything Frank was showing you seemed so simple that it filled you with a false sense of confidence. With your right hand under his right wrist, you gripped onto the barrel tightly with your left hand and took a step back as you tried to tug it away, thinking it would spring loose. Frank let out a grunt of disapproval and pulled his right arm back, easily slipping the gun out of your grasp completely and causing you to stumble forward a bit. He had a somewhat stern look on his face as he wagged the gun in your direction twice.

“Easy, bang bang. Don’t ever pull a gun towards you. You push it away.”

Letting out a huff of annoyance as your previous overzealous confidence fizzled out, you looked up at Frank as he held his left hand out towards you to signal for you to stay in place. He wasn’t teasing you anymore like he had been earlier. This wasn't Frank that had made you strawberry pancakes and caressed your legs while they sat in his lap as the two of you shared breakfast this morning. This was Frank that nearly sent your ex to the morgue instead of prison. He was back in full protective bodyguard mode.

“Listen to me. Use your legs, get underneath, and twist. Don’t pull, twist. Yeah? C’mon, show me.”

Taking a deep breath, you gave a slight nod and went over the steps in your head. Grab the barrel of the gun, shove it away from yourself, slip your other hand under the wrist joint, and twist the gun away. Your lips faintly twitched as you silently recited the steps to yourself three times for good measure. Frank didn’t make a move to rush you. He kept his eyes on you and waited patiently until you were ready to give it a try. 

Sucking in one more deep breath, your tongue darted out to wet your lips, and you sprung into action. Taking a quick step forward, you reached out to tightly grab the barrel of the gun with your left hand, and while you pushed it away to the left, you simultaneously slipped your right hand under Frank’s wrist. Twisting the barrel of the gun forcefully to the right caused Frank’s wrist to twist with it until he was forced to let go, and in that short window of weakness you were able to pull the gun out of his hand with a hard step backwards.

Glancing down at the gun in your hands, your eyes went wide with surprise and your mouth hung open as you let out an incredulous laugh. 

“Holy shit, that actually worked!”

Frank held his hands up like you had just made a touchdown, and he started to clap as a proud tooth bearing grin stretched over his lips.

“Look at that, huh? Who got a gun, huh?”

Looking up at Frank, your lips parted into a huge grin of your own while you held it up like a trophy and spoke in a proud voice.

“I have a gun.”

“Attagirl. You’re goddamn right you do. You did good, sweetheart. Real good. Feels good, yeah?”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you let out a soft laugh while admiring the gun in your hands. Well, more so admiring the fact that you were able to actually take it from Frank. The only reason you felt comfortable holding the gun right now was because Frank had shown you the clip was empty before he started demonstrating the basics earlier. 

Pointing a loaded gun at Steven had been different. You were blinded in a fit of rage, not thinking clearly, but deep down you knew there was no way you would have actually pulled the trigger. However if you had been level headed, you probably wouldn’t have taken it from Billy, even if he offered. 

“Yeah…yeah it does.”

And it did feel good. It made you feel strong…less helpless. Frank was giving you back a sense of safety and security that had been stolen from you when you were first threatened by the Defenders of Freedom. Even if you never used this lesson, and you genuinely hoped you wouldn’t have to, you felt a surge of confidence knowing that you were at least capable of protecting yourself in some capacity. 

“Okay, step three.”

A pinch of confusion settled between your brows as you looked up at Frank when he mentioned a third step, and you noticed that he wasn’t smiling anymore. A grim look had settled over his features that sent a chill of unease down your spine.

“You just took a gun off someone that wanted to use it on you. What d’you do.”

The delight of pride had disappeared from his face and was swiftly replaced by a shadow of severity that was now coveting his sharp features, and the elated grin that was on your own lips had slowly fallen from grace. It was a rhetorical question you both knew the answer to, but you hadn’t factored in a third step. It hadn’t even crossed your mind, and Frank could see that in your eyes.

“You use it on them. Don’t matter who they are, you do not hesitate. You got that?”

Looking down at the gun in your hands, the weight of it was suddenly too heavy in your palms. Step three was a reminder that step one and two weren’t just to boost your confidence in protecting yourself; they were steps to defend yourself. Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head in silent understanding.

“Good. Show me.”

Frank’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. It wasn’t a command, but it wasn’t a suggestion either. Placing both of your hands on the gun the way he had shown you to properly hold it, you took a deep breath, slowly raising it to aim in Frank’s direction. You weren’t sure if it was the fact that he knew the clip was empty, or that this most likely wasn’t the first time he had stared down the barrel of a gun, but he looked completely unphased. The canvas of his face was expressionless, but his eyes were what you had learned to read. Only right now, you couldn’t understand what they were trying to tell you. 

The gun trembled slightly in your grasp, as if every cell in your body knew exactly how wrong it felt to point a gun at Frank, loaded or not. The self defense lesson you wanted for a possible yet highly improbable scenario had quickly become too heavy and realistic, and you were quickly regretting even asking for it.

“Show me.”

“I’m not doing that-”

“It ain’t loaded-”

“Frank, I don’t want to-”

“What’d I say, huh? I don’t care who it is, you do not hesitate. Ever. Now, show me you understand.”

Frank’s tone was a little more forceful, but the volume of it was still even and somewhat soft. You knew there were no repercussions if you didn’t pull the trigger. He had learned early on that he couldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to, and you trusted him enough to know that he would never try to force you. Frank never demanded anything of you, he always asked.

But you had asked for this, and he wanted you to follow through with it.

Clenching your jaw, you let out a shaky exhale through your nose, and you slowly squeezed the trigger like he had taught you to yesterday when you were out in the woods using cans as target practice. The click that sounded caused you to flinch, and it seemed to echo loudly in the living room. Frank on the other hand didn’t visibly react to it at all.

Without another word, you placed the gun down onto the coffee table a little too forcefully and headed towards the back door, wanting to put as much distance between it and yourself as possible. Frank caught your wrist before you could get too far and gently tugged you back towards himself.

“Hey-”

“I’m going for a walk.”

“No, you ain’t. You ain’t runnin’ away, you’re gonna stay here and talk to me. We ain’t doin’ that not communicatin’ shit. Why are you upset?”

“I told you I didn’t want to do that-”

“You asked me to teach you. I said no, but you kept on beggin’. What did you think this was gonna be, huh? You think you get a gun off someone, and it ends there? No. As soon as you get control and take it, you use it. No negotiatin’, no questionin’ it, you do it-”

“And what if I can’t, Frank?”

The distress in your voice made him pause and clench his jaw. He could see that you were visibly upset, and for a moment he wondered if he was being too hard on you. You said it yourself, this was not your area of expertise. It was his. Frank had years of professional training under his belt. Pulling a trigger was something he didn’t even have to think twice about. It was an automatic response. The aftermath of what followed didn’t even make him bat an eye. There were always casualties in war. 

But you weren’t a soldier, and having to actually pull the trigger on someone would be something that haunted you for the rest of your life if it came down to it.

Letting out a deep exhale through his large nose, Frank stepped forward and wrapped one of his arms around your waist to pull you into his embrace while using his other hand to slip his fingers gently into your hair to brush it back before cradling your face in his right hand.

“Listen to me. If it comes down to you, or someone else, you do whatever you gotta do to save yourself, you got that?”

The rational part of your brain knew that Frank was right. If you had taken a gun from Cavella or Walker, you would’ve had to shoot them. There’s no way they wouldn’t have missed the opportunity to kill you if they had it. But the emotional part of your brain was struggling to figure out if you could handle the consequences of taking someone’s life, justified or not. Frank could see the internal conflict in your eyes, and he lightly brushed the calloused pad of his thumb along your cheekbone as the rough timbre of his voice broke the tense silence.

“Hey, no one’s sayin’ you gotta shoot ‘em point blank, alright? I’ve seen your aim, and it ain’t all that great anyway. You’d be lucky to scare ‘em off with firin’ a terrible shot just so you could get away.”

Rolling your eyes at his comment, you let out a dry laugh. As much as you wanted to be annoyed, he was right. You were terrible. You didn’t hit a single can yesterday, even at close range. You did manage to scare the shit out of some crows in a tree though.

“You are such an ass.”

The edge of Frank’s mouth twitched up into a light smirk while giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“And you’re cute thinkin’ you could actually do some damage. I know a blind guy that can hit targets better than you. Look, you gotta stop gettin’ upset ‘bout things that might not even happen, alright? If it ever comes down to it, remember that you’re the one controllin’ the gun, yeah? It ain’t controllin’ you. Wherever you aim, the bullet’s gonna go. You can shoot ‘em in the leg, foot, shoulder, hell shoot ‘em in the dick for all I care. That’ll keep ‘em down for a while. You just promise me you’ll pull that trigger. You get ‘em down however you want, and then you get the hell outta there. That’s all you gotta do, yeah?”

Frank dipped his head to catch your eyes, staring intently into them. Letting out a deep breath, you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded while placing your hands on Frank’s biceps. You could do that. Injuring someone just to get away was a lot more manageable for your conscience. Frank lightly grasped your jaw in his large hand, his bottom three fingers wrapping around your throat while his index finger and thumb held your jaw. He tipped your head back so that you had no choice but to look up at him.

“Lemme hear you say it.”

Staring up into his warm brown eyes, you gazed up at him silently for a moment before speaking.

“No hesitating. I promise.”

“Attagirl. C’mere.”

Frank leaned in to capture your lips in a soft and sweet kiss. Sometimes it amazed you how easily he was able to talk you down from the ledge. Frank was a man of few words, but he somehow always knew exactly which ones to say to ease whatever anxieties were weighing on your mind. And the distraction of his plush lips against yours also certainly helped.

Ever since the other night by the fireplace, every kiss between the two of you that started out soft and sweet had a way of evolving into something more passionate and insatiable. Maybe it was the months of denying your feelings for one another, or maybe there was just some magnetic pull between your souls, but whatever it was, neither of you could get enough.

Before you could even register that you were moving, Frank was lifting you up by your hips and setting you down on the dining table, his hungry kisses leaving a searing path along your jawline and down the column of your neck.

“Did good today, sweetheart. Did real goddamn good, made me so proud.”

Frank’s gravely songs of praise in your ear only further ignited the flame of desire that was burning in your lower belly. Despite the warmth of his large palm touching your bare skin as he slipped it underneath your shirt to caress your lower back, a shiver teasingly tumbled down your spine from the contact.

“I had a good teacher.”

“Nah, I think you’re just a natural, baby.”

“I thought I had terrible aim?”

“Didn’t say you were perfect. Everybody’s got their strengths and weaknesses.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you could feel the rumble of Frank’s deep chuckle vibrating in his chest that was pressed against yours.

“Wow, you really know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Castle.”

Frank pulled back slightly to look down at you, his eyes traveling over your figure to drink in the sight of you sitting on the edge of the dining table before they slowly wandered back up to meet your gaze. He arched one of his thick brows as a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Yours are currently danglin’, sweetheart.”

Before you could retort with a smartass comment of your own, Frank’s mouth was back on your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin. Feeling his tongue gliding along your collarbone and giving it a delectable love bite, you closed your eyes and let your head fall back, granting Frank all the access he wanted to your skin.

The feeling of his lips on your neck was so heavenly you almost didn’t notice that he had popped the button on your jeans and tugged down your zipper until he was lifting you up slightly with one arm around your waist and pulling the denim down your hips with his free hand. As soon as your jeans were completely off, your own hands were reaching for Frank’s belt buckle, but he grasped your wrists and halted your attempt. A soft noise of protest quickly slipped past your lips.

“Frank-”

“Shh shh shh. Spread your legs for me, baby.”

A rush of heat pooled in your cheeks at his request, but you obliged immediately. Frank leaned in to kiss you deeply, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip and nipping at it softly while his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your panties and slipped them off too slowly for your liking. The sudden contact of the crisp autumn air coming in through the open windows hitting your slicked folds had you gasping, and Frank used that to his advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth to caress your own sensually. 

“Spread ‘em wider for me, sweetheart. C’mon.”

Frank’s deep voice was quiet, but it nestled in your ears as comfortably as it did between your thighs. He pulled you a little more towards the edge of the dining table, and when you spread your legs further for him, he sank down to his knees in front of you and let out a low groan of appreciation at the sight waiting for him. 

“Attagirl, that’s it. God, look at you. You should see how fuckin’ pretty you look right now, baby.”

His large hands gripped onto your soft thighs, kneading and squeezing your flesh with his thick fingers. Frank didn’t waste a second before diving into your cunt face first. As soon as his warm and wet tongue began to strum your clit like chords to his favorite song, your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. He brought your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his face so deep into your core, you weren’t sure how he was breathing.

Your hand quickly found a fistful of his slightly grown out hair that you gripped onto to steady yourself, and when you gave it an experimental tug, the vibration of his groan against your clit had your thighs trembling more than any toy you had ever gotten for yourself before.

“Fuck…Frank…”

Frank let out a loud grunt as he pulled back for just a moment to stare at your glistening pussy almost in awe, his hooded eyes briefly meeting your own for a second before focusing back on the display of your desire for him.

“Taste so good sweetheart, so fuckin’ good. You got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He dove right back in, this time slipping his tongue inside of you to explore while using his large nose to bump against your clit repeatedly. The stimulation had your back arching off the dining table and a loud moan echoed throughout the cabin. Tugging harder at his dark roots, you pushed your hips up against his face, desperately and greedily searching for more. None of your exes had ever eaten you out like this before. Most of them didn’t even know what the fuck they were doing, and the rest gave up after a few minutes because it “took too long”, but still expected you to suck them off until your jaw ached.

But Frank…God, Frank knew what he was doing. His thick fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, following your hips wherever they went. The groans that continued to vibrate against your clit not only turned you on because of their stimulation, but because you could tell that Frank was genuinely enjoying eating your pussy. The fact that he was getting just as much pleasure out of it as you were had you on the brink of an orgasm alone. Frank had a way of making every experience feel brand new, and it made you realize just how much you had been missing out on in your previous relationships.

That familiar bubbly feeling was building up inside of you, cresting slowly like a tidal wave ready to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting beach. Your breaths were coming out in short staccato variations, and at this point you were roughy tugging at Frank’s hair with both hands while essentially fucking his face. Not that he seemed to mind at all. If anything, it just seemed to make him more feral.

“Yesyesyesyes…please-fuck, Frank…I…I…”

Frank pulled you even closer towards the edge of the dining table to where your ass was basically hanging off of it, and the jolt of his large palm smacking against your ass was the only indication you got that he understood what you were trying to tell him.

You thought you had more time, but your climax suddenly crashed into you without further warning, and your hips were stuttering as Frank continued his incessant assault on your pussy with his tongue. It seemed like he didn’t want to let a drop of your essence go to waste, and while you appreciated his enthusiasm, the way he was flicking his tongue rapidly against your overstimulated clit was riding that very thin line between pain and pleasure, and you were weakly shoving at his broad shoulders.

“Okay okay okay…Frank…fuck, please! Just…give me a second, God-”

Frank dragged his tongue up your entire pussy from your entrance to your clit one last time before granting you mercy with a low growl. While you panted heavily laying back against the dining room table, he was pressing featherlight kisses to each of your inner thighs, but due to your body feeling like a live wire, they felt like faint shocks that had your body jolting every time his wet lips met your heated skin. He chuckled deeply watching you respond to his touch.

“You alright there, sweetheart?”

Lifting your hand, you gave him a weak thumbs up, and Frank just laughed even louder in amusement at that. The sound of his laughter combined with your own blissed out post orgasm state had a lazy grin stretching over your lips. You felt his large and rough hands slipping underneath your shirt, gently caressing your bare skin and grabbing your waist while he leaned over you, kissing your lips deeply. The taste of your own sweet tang on Frank’s tongue had your head spinning, and a soft hum sounded in the back of your throat.  Even though you were still recovering from your first ever oral orgasm, the feeling of Frank’s hard cock straining against his jeans and rubbing against your inner thigh reignited your greed.

Brushing your hand slowly down his chest, you palmed him firmly through his jeans, and Frank let out a grunt while pushing himself further against your hand. He broke the kiss momentarily to nuzzle his large nose against your throat.

“If ya need a minute-”

“No. Now.”

While you unfastened his belt in record time, Frank placed his hands on the table on either side of your head and pulled back to look down at you with a soft chuckle at your impatience. He lightly cocked his head to the side, his brown eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over you shamelessly. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and a crooked smirk caressed his mouth.

“Anybody ever tell you what an impatient lil thing you are?”

A smirk of your own tugged across your lips while you slipped your hand into his jeans, stroking his thick cock through his briefs, earning a quiet grunt from Frank.

“Apart from you every day since we met? Maybe a few other people. Is my lack of patience really what you wanna talk about right now, big guy?”

The sultry tone of your voice did not go unnoticed by Frank, and in fact, it only made his cock swell even more in your welcoming hand. He slowly moved his hips back and forth as you teasingly stroked him and leaned down closer towards you, nuzzling his nose along your throat before whispering huskily into your ear.

“Got somethin’ better in mind.”

By the time Frank had carried you down the hall to the master bedroom, the two of you had left a trail of forgotten items of clothing strewn like breadcrumbs along the path from the kitchen. He let you push him back against the mattress and grabbed your hips to pull you on top of him, his lips moving in sync with your own, but when you felt the swollen head of his cock bump against your clit, you suddenly pressed your palms firmly against his chest and pulled back while breaking the kiss.

“Wait.”

Frank immediately paused, loosening his grip on your hips, his lust clouded eyes clearing a bit while searching your own and wandering over your figure for the source of the problem.

“What? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

The concern in his rough timbre combined with the worry in his soft brown eyes made your heart melt. A gentle smile covered your lips while you reached out to delicately hold his strong jaw in your hands, and you leaned in to kiss his lips softly.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t think it’s fair you get to have all the fun.”

Frank’s apprehension morphed into confusion, and a few creases nestled between his thick brows. 

“Huh?”

Letting out a soft laugh at how adorable he looked when he was confused, you decided to explain with actions instead of words. When you moved backwards off his lap to settle between his legs, Frank raised himself up on his elbows, following you with his eyes as he watched you intently. 

“What are you-holy shit.”

Frank’s jaw went slack the second you leaned in and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it once before beginning to take a few inches into your mouth. Placing one of your hands on his left hip, you teasingly moved your lips up his length until he was out of your mouth with a satisfying pop. Pursing your lips, you let a string of glistening saliva slowly drop onto his tip and used your free hand to spread it down the rest of his thick cock for lubrication, and after wrapping your fingers around his girth, you began to twist your wrist up and down slowly. 

You could feel how tense he was through your hold on his hip. Glancing up at him through your lashes, you noticed that he was staring directly at you, completely mesmerized, and was gripping onto the sheets so tightly you thought he might rip them. Moving your hand from his hip, you reached out to caress his hand, and he slowly loosened his grip, his knuckles no longer stark white. His plush lips were parted, and he was breathing hard, his thick brows knit in complete focus. You allowed him to slip out of your mouth for just a moment to smile softly up at Frank.

“Just relax.”

The sweet sound of your voice seemed to reach his ears, and after a few more moments of hesitation, Frank finally laid back against the mattress and let his head rest on the pillows. He moved the hand that was underneath yours to grab your wrist, turning your hand over so he could slot his fingers between yours to hold it. His other hand slowly came over to card his fingers through your hair before cradling the back of your head. Giving his hand that you were holding a light squeeze, you continued to hold eye contact with Frank while slowly sucking him off, using your hand that was around his base to work over what wouldn’t fit in your mouth.

The sound of his quiet grunts and low moans sent a thrill through you, and you wanted to know just how vocal he could get. Letting go of his hand, you placed both of your palms firmly on his hips and relaxed your jaw completely, taking his entire cock into your mouth until his tip hit the back of your throat. A guttural groan ripped from the depth of his chest and his lower abdomen instantly tensed up as he gripped onto your hair.

“Goddamn-fuck…fuck, sweetheart. Do…do that again. Please…please baby, do it again.”

Taking in a deep inhale through your nose, you prepared yourself to deepthroat Frank’s thick cock again, and this time you held him there until your eyes started to water. He let out a louder moan of your name, and that caused the throbbing between your thighs to evolve from dull to downright unbearable. You thought about sneaking your hand downwards to get a little relief, but Frank had been so unselfish when he ate you out, only focused on your pleasure, and he deserved that same treatment. 

All of a sudden, Frank roughly tugged at your hair, and that made you moan around his cock. You heard him let out a quiet fuck under his breath in response. He gave your hair another tug to get your attention, and his cock slipped from your lips as you licked them and tried to catch your breath while staring at him, noticing that he had sat up.

“C’mere.”

He didn’t give you a chance to protest before he grabbed your throat and pulled you in close to kiss you fervently. Frank’s large and rough hands grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap again, and you let out a soft whine against his lips when the head of his cock rubbed against your sensitive clit. 

“Frank, I didn’t get to finish-”

“As much as I’d love to come down that pretty throat, I need ya baby. Need ya now.”

Grabbing the base of his cock, Frank positioned himself perfectly with your entrance and pulled you down slowly, letting you feel every single inch of him. Your mouth hung open at the sensation, and your body instantly tensed up. You thought Frank had been deep the other night, but he was reaching an even greater depth inside of you right now if that was possible. There was a slight burn as your walls stretched to accommodate his size, but your brain barely even registered it, because Frank was slipping his tongue into your mouth and kissing you sensually as if he wanted to steal the very essence of life from your lungs. 

Once he was fully nestled deep inside of you, a high pitched cry left your mouth, and he wrapped his arm around your waist tightly.

“Shh…s’alright. Just relax for me, sweetheart.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you clung to Frank as he wrapped both of his strong arms around your waist and held you tightly against his chest. Both of you sat there for a moment, your foreheads pressed together as you panted. He rubbed his large calloused hand up and down your spine soothingly, his teeth grazing along your ear lobe and biting down gently to distract you from any discomfort. Slowly, the tension in your body melted, and you gave an experimental roll of your hips that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“That’s it…attagirl. Take your time, sweetheart. M’right here. I got you.”

This felt right. It felt…perfect. Those three little words almost slipped out right there. Grabbing onto the back of his neck, you pulled Frank in for a passionate kiss, trying to pour every ounce of emotion you felt into it. He groaned quietly against your lips when your nails lightly scratched at the back of his head where his hair was shaved closely to his scalp. Moving your hips in slow circles, you grinded down onto Frank’s cock, and he flexed his hips upwards to match your rhythm. The other night by the fireplace had been the best experience of your life, but this…this was something you couldn’t put into words.

Placing your palms against Frank’s firm chest, you pressed lightly and he followed your silent instructions, allowing you to push him onto his back. His large hands gripped firmly onto your hips as he gazed up at you, and you kept your palms flat on his chest while slowly riding his cock. Neither of you could tear your eyes away from each other. The feeling of his warm hands leisurely moving up your bare skin made you shiver, and a soft gasp left your lips when he groped your breasts and squeezed gently. The calloused pad of his thumb gingerly brushing over your peaked nipple had you arching your back, pressing your chest further into his eager hands.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

The sincerity in Frank’s vulnerable whisper nearly brought tears to your eyes. He wasn’t saying it because he thought it was what you wanted to hear, he was saying it because he felt it, and he was making you feel it too. The way he was staring up at you like you were the only thing that mattered had your heart swelling inside your ribcage like a balloon about to burst. It had been a long time since you mattered to someone, and you felt lucky it was Frank. The look in his eyes was almost too much to handle.

Letting your head fall back, you closed your eyes for a moment as you writhed on top of Frank, getting completely lost in how good it felt to be connected to him in such a raw and intimate way. One of his hands traveled up from your breast towards your throat, and he wrapped his fingers tightly around it almost entirely, forcing you to face him again. He pulled you down over him so that your forehead was pressed to his, and the two of you stared deeply into each other's eyes. 

“Frank-”

“I wanna see you. Wanna see those pretty eyes when you come for me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

Being this close to him, you noticed for the first time that there were scattered flecks of honey in his deep brown eyes. They looked so warm and inviting, like two melted pools of chocolate you wanted to drown in. The eyes that could say so much with a single look. You thought you could see it…that flicker that he felt it too. You wanted to tell him so fucking badly, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment, and the way he was hitting that spongy spot inside of you that could cause supernovas to appear behind your eyelids was making it hard for you to speak at all.

Holding his face in your hand, your eyes drifted back and forth between his own as you stared down at him in complete devotion, your lips parted as you nodded your head frantically while short and breathy moans escaped you. Frank’s eyes were focused solely on you, one of his hands holding the back of your head while his other remained around your throat. It was getting harder and harder for you to keep your eyes open, but you didn’t want to miss a single second of this moment.

It was also getting harder and harder to not voice the sentiment that was overflowing from your ribcage.

“Frank…I…I-”

Frank cut off your words by capturing your lips in a heated kiss. The softness of his lips against yours, the heat of his bare skin pressed to your own, his thick fingers wrapped around your neck and tangled in your hair, his pubic bone rubbing just right against your clit…it was all too much. Breaking the kiss, you buried your face into the crook of his neck and let out a sharp cry of his name. Your nails raked harshly down his chest when your climax finally peaked, and a white hot cloud of hedonistic desire blinded your vision. 

Your entire body seized up, and you could faintly hear Frank whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he gripped your hips and repeatedly thrust up into you, fucking you through your orgasm while barreling towards his own. The sensation of that alone was enough to nearly send you free falling into another. The intensity of your orgasm had rendered you an incoherent and moaning mess. Frank dug his fingers roughly into the flesh of your hips and came with a deep grunt that nearly sounded like a growl, letting out a loud groan of your name.

The room felt like a sauna. Your face felt overheated, and your hair was stuck to your cheeks and the back of your neck with sweat. Frank had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, hugging you against his chest. The feeling of his strong heartbeat thundering against your own chest kept you anchored to the moment while your body trembled with aftershocks. You couldn’t move, and you didn’t want to.

As soon as Frank made a move to sit up and pull out of you, a desperate and high pitched whine of protest fell from your lips while you gripped onto his shoulder and dug your nails into the muscle.

“No no no no no, please…don’t move.”

Frank instantly stilled, bringing one of his hands up to brush the sweaty hair stuck to your forehead and neck away. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead and gave your body a gentle squeeze in his strong arms.

“Okay, we don’t gotta move yet.”

Letting out a soft sigh of relief, you buried your face further into Frank’s neck, letting the comforting scent of his cologne calm you. He gently carded his thick fingers through your hair and kept holding you tightly to his chest while resting his head against your own.

“I just wanna stay like this for a while.”

“We can stay like this as long as you want, sweetheart.”

When you started to regain your senses, you started to wonder just how true that statement was. 

How long could you and Frank stay like this before reality came knocking?

Your home wouldn’t always be a crime scene. Eventually the two of you would have to go back to work. Now that everything had changed between the two of you, what would a new normal look like? Frank’s job required him to be with someone constantly. What happens when he gets assigned to someone else? What if it’s another woman? Even though Frank was broody and unapproachable initially, you had still found him attractive, and all the time you spent together over the past few months led you right here to this moment.

What if that happened with someone else? What if the next woman he was assigned to found him just as attractive? What if she wanted him? You and Frank hadn’t really established what this was between the two of you. Were you together? Did he want to be together? Would he still want to be together if the next woman was prettier and less stubborn and actually-

“Quit it.”

The sound of his deep voice breaking through the silence interrupted your spiraling. 

“What?”

“Whatever you’re overthinkin’ right now, let it go.”

Removing your face from the crook of Frank’s neck, you pulled back slightly to peer down at him in pure curiosity.

“How do you even-”

“I can practically hear the gears turnin’ in your head, sweetheart. You keep thinkin’ so hard, smoke’s gonna start comin’ out of your ears.”

Giving him a pointed look expressing you weren’t amused, he let out a quiet chuckle and gently brushed the calloused pad of his thumb along your cheekbone.

“C’mon, you ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout right now. Just relax, yeah?”

Letting out a soft sigh, you nodded and laid your head back against Frank’s shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his neck as he hugged onto you tightly. For a while, you two laid there wrapped up in one another, and you were able to let some of your anxieties go. The afterglow of your shared euphoria was peaceful, and you could’ve even fallen asleep at that moment, but something Frank said earlier suddenly popped back into your head. 

“Hey Frank?”

“Hm?”

“Do you really know a blind guy that has a good aim with guns?”

Frank let out a quiet snicker at your question.

“He don’t use guns. He’s too…Catholic.”

That did nothing to answer your question and only fueled you with more inquiries.

“But…you said he could hit targets better than I could.”

Frank simply grunted in response. You stayed silent waiting for further explanation, but when one didn’t come, you continued your questions.

“How?”

“Hell if I know.”

Sitting up a little bit again, you stared down at Frank in complete puzzlement.

“But…he’s blind. That doesn’t make any sense.”

“No it don’t.”

“So…he’s-”

“An asshole. Go to sleep.”

Letting out a soft laugh, your eyes widened slightly as you gently smacked his chest.

“Frank!”

“What? Cause he’s blind he can’t be an asshole?”

“Well…no. But…how does he do it?”

“You’ll have to ask ‘em yourself.”

“I thought Billy was your only friend.”

Frank pulled a look of faux offense at that, his thick brows knit as he let out a puff of air through his lips.

“Ouch. I got other friends, smartass. And I never said he was one. He’s more of a pain in my ass.”

Frank gently pinched your ass which made you squeal before erupting into a fit of laughter.

“Hey!”

A huge grin split across your lips as he suddenly flipped you both over, managing to keep himself nestled inside of you while he pinned you beneath his large body. As he leaned in to kiss your lips, you brought your index finger up and pressed it against his mouth.

“I’m not done. I have more questions.”

“Course you do.”

“I wanna know who this mystery blind man is with good aim, and your other friends that you suddenly have that you’ve kept from me. While you’re at it, is there anything else you’re hiding, Castle?”

While your question was intended to be teasing, a dark look flashed across Frank’s eyes, and it made your breath hitch in your throat. He stared down at you silently for a moment, and it made you wonder just how much more there was to Frank that you hadn’t uncovered yet. As soon as you removed your finger from his lips, Frank leaned in closer, caging you in with his large hands on either side of your head. As he loomed over you, he slowly thrust his hips against your own, pulling a sharp gasp from your chest. His breath was warm against your lips while he nuzzled his large nose along your own, his rough voice coming out in a husky whisper.

“Think I liked you better when the only thing you could say was my name, sweetheart.”

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Vino Veritas - Part IV

A Destination Wedding Frank x Fem!Reader Fic

Attending the wedding of your ex-fiancé gets slightly better when you meet someone having just as miserable a time as you... Warnings: Nothing too serious holy shit. Cursing. Broken engagement. Nihilism, existential bullshit, copious amounts of sarcasm. NSFW. Angst. Grump/sunshine trope. Loosely based on the movie but I'm not that smart. Or bitter. 😆 chapter map.

IV. Showering Together To Conserve Water

You are both tired as you return to the hotel, and maybe a little giddy from what you did in the backcountry of the vineyard. You certainly didn’t drink enough wine at the reception to be stumbling the way you are, and when you nearly trip over your tall shoes again Frank sweeps you up into his arms for the second time that day.

When you look at him with surprise he qualifies, “If you break an ankle, it will ruin my night.”

You chuckle to yourself, and rest your head on his shoulder. It’s a very nice shoulder, broad, solid. If you were braver than you are, you might even dare to think it feels…dependable. It doesn’t escape you, that he carries you like a bride over his threshold, on this day when you watched your ex-fiancé marry someone else.

Frank would be a much better prospect than Keith—but you are not thinking about that.

You’re trying not to, anyway.

The shine doesn’t even diminish while he curses as he fumbles to get out his key. It’s all highly entertaining, and very sweet, and that cloyingly painful ball in your chest only feels like it's growing.

He sets you down on the bed, and immediately sets about unbuckling the ankle straps of your shoes. “These things are an accident waiting to happen.”

“But they make my calves look amazing,” you defend.

He pauses to assess the body parts in question, nodding begrudgingly. “They’re quite nice on their own though. You’re a very attractive woman.”

This hits you a bit like a shovel to the head. You guess he’d complimented your clothes before, but it wasn’t quite the same thing.

“I think you’re very attractive too,” you confess, though you’re sure he already knows it.

The fleeting look on his face isn’t exactly surprise—but you dare think that maybe it moves him too.

“Excellent. We’ve had sex and now we admit we’re attracted to each other,” he deflects with a smirk. “However, I also think you’re dirty after our roll in the hills, and I am too. Want to take a shower?”

You can only presume he means together, and you nod.

*** 

At first you focus solely on washing, which is nice when he lathers his big hands up with soap and runs them all over your body. You’re all too happy to return the favor, which yields the inevitable arousal for both of you.

“I know it’s how it’s done in the movies,” he says between kissing you, “But if I pick you up to fuck you the odds are excellent I will slip and fall and we will both get hurt.”

You’re not entirely disappointed to hear this. You’ve always thought it precarious and awkward anyway. In answer you turn to lean on the shower wall. “How about this?” you suggest, standing on tiptoe to offer your ass up in the air, looking back with a mischievous smile.

“Maybe if we could get you a footstool,” he snarks, before engulfing you with his body behind yours, his front pressed to your back. He grumbles with appreciation as he kisses the back of your neck, his hard member pressing into your spine. “I think we can make this work,” he muses, his voice gone low and gravely with desire. That alone is enough to make you gush between your legs, and when he touches you he finds your slit slick and ready for him. It’s almost embarrassing, really, how much you want it with this man.

When he bends his knees to enter you the both of you moan, the wonderful pressure of his beautiful cock filling you up making you see stars.

It’s also embarrassing, how fast you cum on his fingers with his cock inside you like this, the hard clench of your walls bringing him right along with you again.

“Oh my god,” you pant, pressing your cheek against the cool tiles. You can feel the hot drip of his seed running down your thighs—it’s marvelous, if you’re being honest. It’s wonderful and you’re afraid you never want it to end.

“Yeah,” he agrees, leaning above you, leaving you feeling surrounded by his body and strangely secure in the shelter of his larger form.

“I never—” You stop yourself short, thinking that maybe it’s too much to confess this soon in your budding relationship, if this can even be called yet. Leave it to you, to scare him off straight out the gate.

“Tell me,” he says, almost gently, his throbbing manhood still inside you.

Fuck it.

“I never cum this quickly. I usually get freaked out that I’m taking too long, and it’s a nightmare, and I just end up faking it to make it stop. You are…” You evacuate the breath from your body, so that you don’t say something insane, like you’re a dream come true.

You tense, waiting for the inevitable snide comment that will shatter the moment, but it does not come. He just kisses the back of your head and slides out of you, so that he can stand upright again. However, he does not let go of you, holding you snug against the shelter of his body with an arm still looped around your waist. 

“That sounds crushingly disappointing,” he says against your ear.

“Yeah.” You’re not sure why your throat is suddenly tight, and that’s all you can get out at the moment. You guess before Frank, you weren’t that into it either. 

He turns you in his arms and kisses you again under the warm stream of the shower, so sweetly one would find it hard to believe he’s the same man from before. “I’m honored. And…same.”

“You’ve faked orgasms before?” you ask, incredulous.

“No, but you—this is the best I’ve had in a long time. So…same.”

You nod, and resolve not to pick at it anymore, happy with what you have for now. You rest with your head against his chest, catching your breath, your knees–and your heart–feeling like they’ve turned to jelly.

[pumpkinbxtch]

— sorry i curved you (i'm not)∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° headcanons

how HoO boys reject a person who tries to flirt with them ft. apollo

who's here: leo valdez, percy jackson, frank zhang, jason grace & apollo / lester

warnings: well, it implies that the reader is female and language.

a/n: heyooo, its friday of headcanons yummy.

— leo valdez:

— leavin' my hot girlfriend for you?, hell nah.

He's speechless. yeah he is a flirtatious boy, yes, but when he is so in love with you, committed to you, literally nothing else exists. The moment another person tells him or hints at him, he will tell them a joke and is probably the one who takes a sip of a non-existent drink and then leaves laughing (like, out of pity).

— frank zhang:

— uhm, i'm taken, like... seriously taken.

Frank is sweet, we all know that, but when they make that kind of mistake, they're dead to him. At that moment he leaves without tell more, talking with themselves. Frank will probably be embarrassed but for him you are the only one and he thinks he is yours so bye.

— percy jackson:

— wha- what do you mean? brooooo, buu. shoo-shoo, or whatever. I'M MARRIEEEEED.

This man is literally loyalty walking. He would never let someone else in if they tried to flirt with him. For that he would have to realize that they are doing it and surely Percy is too distracted for that.

— jason grace:

— i have wife.

No more comments. That man already imagined you a entire life so If another person pounces on him, he is one of those who steps aside and lets the other person fall flat. Unapologetically, like: "You brought it on yourself for thinking that I'm going to move on from the love of my life"

— apollo / lester

— You would look better under a mountain than actin' shitty. I make a few calls and you could be.

Being Lester, he'll probably step back all blushing and walk away. He feels sorry for someone noticing him but in the end he knows that the only person who matters to him is you.

Being Apollo, he will surely do the same but without looking so pathetic. He leaves and laughs in denial like "ah ah, my lady is mine and I'm hers. I already swore it." Also, if they try again he will use them like his horses' shoes.

[julsvu]

mornings with the seven

fluff, gn! reader, not proofread

jason will always find himself holding onto you tightly, before or after sleep. he makes sure you're completely warm in his arms, and indulges in the feeling of your warmth lingering on his muscles, that tense ever so slightly whenever you make the slightest movement that'd indicate you're moving away from him. cuddles with him feels like cuddling a huge plushie. he greets you with a soft good morning, kissing you on the forehead before asking how was your sleep, his morning voice deep.

with percy, you find yourself with dozens of kisses sprinkled all over your face before you both go to sleep. in the morning, he'd admire your resting face while his fingers string into your soft hair. he adores waking up with the smell of your shampoo lingering just beneath his nose. he wakes you up with a cheeky grin on his face, asking you if you'd like to watch the sunrise with him. but, before watching the sunrise, you'd have to help him cook blue pancakes. every month, sally gives him a new recipe, or rather, a new variant for blue pancakes, and this boy always insists to try them with you first and foremost.

frank has similar cuddling habits to jason. he'll wrap his limbs around you as long as you're comfortable with him doing it, almost suffocating you (in a good way, he swears). he isn't aware of it, but his hands shapeshift into a cat's paw and makes biscuits on you whenever he's too comfortable in his sleep. he invites you to have a small breakfast date once you wake up, greeting you with a warm squeeze of affection.

leo has his limbs entangled with yours, before and after sleeping. his face will always be buried into your shoulder or neck; your scent makes him relax far too much to the point of sleepiness, hence, he'd make excuses to cuddle with you no matter the place or time. he wakes you up with countless of kisses littered upon your face, and a grin paints over his lips once he sees you flutter awake, before he tells you what he had dreamt about. (his dreams somehow always involve you.)

annabeth is big on spooning. she wouldn't mind being a little spoon, but, she prefers to be the big spoon since it feels like she's protecting you, even at times of rest. she memorizes your sleep patterns; maybe she's been hanging out with you too much, and she ends up waking up at the same time as you. however, she never fails to remind you to take care of your sleeping schedule, as she brushed your morning bed hair with a small smile lingering on her lips.

hazel falls asleep holding your hand, most of the time. hazel, like annabeth, would subconsciously memorize your sleep patterns. but, unlike annabeth, she'd wake up before you. she swears that she's grown a sixth sense for her dear lover, as she greets you with breakfast in bed. she loves getting away from everything and staying with you; especially if she gets to play with your hair while you spoonfeed each other breakfast.

piper makes sure you've got everything out of your system before sleeping beside you. she never lets you fall asleep angry, or sad, no matter the reason. she holds you closely to her as you ramble to her. one half of her is listening, while the other half is admiring the way your lips seem so kissable. when you fall asleep from venting out your feelings, she kisses your forehead, already thinking of the things she can do tomorrow morning to cheer you up.

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