#jon bernthal fluff

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i could’ve fixed him

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domestic frank seeing his girl after she’s just come back from a girls night out and she’s a little tipsy and giggly rambling about how much she loves him and how happy she is with him whilst he’s trying to help her get ready for bed :’)

screaming and crying and throwing up, im so glad someone else had these thoughts <3 lots of sweet frankie under the cut!!!!

You weren’t sure who called him or when he showed up, but god he smelled good. He big, strong arms supporting about ninety percent of your weight as he walked the two of you from the car and into the house.

“Frankie!! You smell so good.” Your words were soon followed by a hiccup and some other things neither of you could quite understand.

“C’mon baby, in the house.” Is all he responded, lifting you up the stairs of the porch and avoiding any falling that may have occurred if he let you climb them yourself.

He took your purse and any other accessory he could find and set it on the kitchen counter, grabbing a glass of water and a small snack to help counter, what he was sure was, an empty stomach.

“Missed you so much.” You slurred, clumsily taking off your shoes and smiling up at him proudly when you didn’t fall in the process.

“I missed you too, come drink this water for me, okay?” Frank motioned for you to come over, the space between you and the island counter wasn’t that far so he trusted you enough to make it over there.

“M’kay.”

He stood there and watched you drink the entire glass and eat the entire snack he set out, making sure you swallowed it all and didn’t choke, he felt like a father. He loved you too much to risk you choking on a fucking cracker because you forgot how to swallow, in your inebriated state.

When he had gotten the phone call from you about how much you loved him and how glad you were to have him, he knew it was time to pick you up. He knew how much you loved girls night but at some point, your old man, had enough and wanted you back.

“Let’s go get changed for bed, you need to take your meds too.” He grabbed your hand softly and led you to the bedroom, yet again supporting most of your weight but he didn’t mind.

“Can we have sex?” You blurted out, slapping your hand over your mouth and bursting into a fit of giggles. “That was supposed to stay in my head.”

He smiled softly at you and sat you down on the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead before changing you into your pajamas for the night. He disappears momentarily before coming back with a paper cup of water and your nightly meds, taking the cup away once you had taken the meds.

“C’mere funny girl, let’s rest.” He climbed into the bed and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your arm softly as a way to coax you into sleeping.

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Jupiter Haze

Jon Bernthal x Black Female Reader

Summary: Seeing Jon smoke a joint one day sparks a desire that he’s more than happy to help you indulge in

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, drug mentions - weed, smut: high sex, dirty talk, intense and passionate fucking, multiple orgasms, shotgunning during oral (male receiving), pussy eating, creampie mentions, mention of tears during sex with reassuring check in

Word Count: 4.6k

Note: This gif has been living rent free since I saw it and I just had to write smutty stoned!jon, he’s so fine it’s ridiculous! Enjoy!

It just wasn’t fair how charming and handsome he could be, it really wasn’t. Especially not when he snuck a glance or two your way while you and the dogs cuddled up together, cause even sitting down, Jon Bernthal had you weak in the knees.

You had accompanied him to film one of the episodes of his podcast, partly because you loved watching him work and mostly because you loved hearing him talk more than anything. 

His voice was soothing to listen to and you enjoyed seeing him so invested in the conversation, he was just the best to be around and you felt extra lucky to be his girl, plus it wasn’t like he’d ever make you feel anything less.

You were sipping on the coffee he picked up for you earlier that morning, smiling to yourself, half in your thoughts, half listening to Jon interview his guest when you noticed him pull out a blunt, the lighter he’d been holding flicked expertly to light it. 

Heat prickled at your skin as you focused on the action, taking in the sight of his hands, how skillfully they handled the joint, the smooth inhale, how his head tipped back just slightly, and then the inevitable exhale, something so unbelievably attractive about the way he blew the smoke out from the sides of his mouth. 

The conversation continued, but you were still stuck on what you’d seen. You’d smoked before on occasion and had your fair share of edibles even before you’d met so seeing Jon smoke wasn’t shocking, it was just how hot he was when he did it that had you a little out of sorts, coupled with the fact that in almost the one year you’d been together you’d never gotten high with him. 

And so there, in that moment, the thought of changing that had been put in your mind. 

You wondered if he noticed, how you squirmed and shifted in your seat the rest of the time he talked, the unconscious lick of your lips when you took in the hazy look in his eyes, the way his body relaxed in his seat with another hit of the joint, yeah, you kinda hoped he did. 

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Afterwards, you sat in his truck, the air conditioning refreshing against the heat outside, your eyes soft as you watched Jon through the window, letting the dogs run around for a bit before the drive home, your favorite place to be. 

“Thanks for comin with me, sweetheart,” his familiar gentle rumble filled your ears as he climbed in the truck finally, his hand outstretched to give your knee a thoughtful squeeze. 

“Of course! Like I said this morning, I like listening to your conversations. And the view isn’t so bad either.” you smiled to yourself, not looking at him deliberately. 

That earned you a laugh, his hand moving from your knee to your arm, tugging you towards him so he could plant a warm kiss to your lips, nothing about it helping the fire in your belly tamp down, not when you could taste the coffee on his lips and definitely not with how he brushed his nose against yours when you parted. 

Because truthfully, you had been polite and sweet and innocent the entire morning but underneath that was all the unsaid desire you had for him, especially the image of him and that blunt between his lips, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

In fact, you thought about it the entire drive, your eyes shifting from Jon’s hand’s on the wheel and the scenery passing you by. 

It almost made you feel a little embarrassed because if he truly knew how often you thought of him, how often you stole glances at him and daydreamed and swooned over him…the thought made your stomach flip but how could anyone blame you? Everything about him was attractive, even the most ordinary and simple things he said or did, it only made both your feelings for him and your desire for him that much stronger. 

“Baby? You’ve been real quiet, you doin okay?” his voice whisked you out of your thoughts, a slight edge of concern to his voice that made your cheeks warm. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m more than okay, just thinking bout you honestly” the reassurance and a smile from you convinced him enough. 

“Ah well now you gotta tell me the specifics, baby! You know how it goes, what’s that pretty head of yours thinking about me?” he insisted when you protested a bit, one of his hands leaving the wheel to rest on the back of your seat. 

The sigh you huff out is playful but really it’s one of resignation to the fact that now would be a perfect time to bring up what had been so on your mind because you’re sure he’d say yes to what you wanted to suggest and you should take the opportunity and not give him a half-truth answer just because you felt silly. 

“Alright, alright. I was just thinking about you smoking that blunt earlier…you looked real good doing it and I wondered why we’ve never smoked together before. I…think we should one day, like being high with you would be fun, you know.” 

Your words trail off, stopping yourself from rambling too much, your eyes watching his features. 

“Oh, hell yeah! It’s kinda crazy we haven’t yet cause I would kill to see what you’re like stoned. Just say the word whenever, baby, I’m down.” There was that handsome grin you loved so much, gracing his face and making your heart beat even louder. 

Home finally came into view, the truck coming to a stop and the summer heat wrapping around you once more when Jon came around to open the door for you and you’re even more wrapped up in your daydreams about him than before, content and feeling spoiled by him in the best of ways. 

And in his eyes, it was true, he’d give you the world and all you had to do was ask. 

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Saturday night, your head in his lap, the sun just beginning to set, pale blue swirled into pinky orange and then the heated orange flame from the lighter in Jon’s hand became the only thing in your view. 

The blunt was between your lips already, the one he had expertly rolled for you both to share, your eyes blinking up at him sweetly as he lit the end, gaze roaming over you till it landed on your face and the deep inhale you take before it’s passed to him.

Jon couldn’t think of anything sexier as he watched you take in the acrid smoke, holding it for just a moment to let it fill your lungs before exhaling, smoky tendrils filling the air above you both. 

“Took that like a fuckin champ, look at you! Why haven’t we done this sooner?” His voice swam in your head, a giggle breaching past your lips as you felt your body begin to relax and buzz, the familiar slow heaviness seeping into your eyelids and then to the rest of your body. 

You watched as he took a puff then, his head tilted back to rest on the back of the couch before he exhaled too, his eyes hooded and downcast as they landed on your face again. 

The world felt so calm now, so still and silent save for you and him and the dogs rustling about somewhere in the room, a giddy kind of serenity bathing the space as the sun shone in through the windows. Golden hour. 

“Goddamn am I lucky…” Jon bounced his thigh slightly, making your vision bob with the movement as you opened your eyes at his words. 

“Mm, I was just thinking the same thing, babe.” you turned on your side, your cheek flat against the front his thigh now, eyes hazy as you watch his own. Crazy how you could see so much in them, things he didn’t even have to say, just something for you to feel as you looked at him. 

Jon passed you the joint again, shaking his head internally at how you didn’t quite catch what he meant, that you didn’t see what he saw in this moment, how the golden sun that filtered through the window had landed on your outstretched figure, your brown skin illuminated with a glow that nearly made him speechless. 

He wanted to tell you about it as you passed the joint back to him, his fingers brushing with yours, your warm touch like a lifeline for him, but he held back, knowing how he could get when he was uninhibited this way, the weed making his lips loose. He’d keep the moment private for now, all his feelings for you wrapped in it till the time was right to tell you how much he fucking adored you. 

And though unsaid, you could feel the affection, the softness of him flowing to you. You liked stoned Jon very much, content with how his hands held and caressed your skin gently, the overall sweetness he had with you dialed up even more now, the two of you unable to contain laughs and smiles as you found things to talk about, tangents to go on. 

He had put on something to watch earlier but you were a bit too enthralled in each other to really care to watch anymore and though you’d moved your head from his lap to sit upright next to him, your bodies were closer still.

A few more puffs of the joint were shared equally between you both till Jon placed the bud on the ashtray sat on the coffee table in front of him, his hands animated as he explained in depth something you had asked his opinion on. 

There was your love of hearing his voice again, filling up your body as you lay your cheek against the couch cushion, your knees tucked to your chest, your eyes and ears drinking him in, his elongated cadence, how you could practically see his brain thinking faster than his mouth could keep up with because the subject of conversation was something he was passionate about. 

Handsome and soft, tender with his gaze that was only for you, that was Jon, that was your man, the realization making you reach for his hand which he took without hesitation as he spoke, his fingers twining with yours. 

Then naturally there was a lull in the conversation, the physical tension between you both coming to the forefront now that a comfortable silence had taken hold, both of you simply enjoying your highs, the unspoken want that you’d been drifting around louder now, all your touches and embraces this evening held back to be appropriate, teasing, suggestive even but still polite. Until now. 

Floaty and emboldened, the inhaled smoke that permeated your body guided you to bring his hand that was still in yours up to your mouth, pressing a sweet kiss to his knuckles. 

“Why’d you have to make me want you so bad, Jonny?” your voice was hushed, almost a whine, your cheeks heating when his eyes flicked to yours. 

Yeah you’d been intimate, you weren’t a stranger to the way Jon could manage his way around your body, your wants, plenty a time had been spent clawing at his sheets while he fucked you deeply, your moans and near screams only muffled by his mouth or his hand against your lips. But this was different, the desire even more intense with the high, sprawling, almost too concentrated and you wanted to let it drag you under. 

The need to be under his thumb, to feel him, in and around you was white hot and you hoped he’d want it too, hoped he wouldn’t object to being intimate in this state. 

“Cause I’ve been wantin you too, sweetheart, I always want you. Especially now, you have no idea,” he gave your hand a squeeze, your heartbeat picking up in pace at his admission. 

There was your green light. 

It didn’t take long for you to end up in his lap, your knees straddling either side of him while your mouths met, heat licking at your core as you both gave in to the pull, letting your bodies do what they wanted. 

Jon cursed against your mouth when he felt you grind down against him, your body trying to find purchase against him, aching for friction while his hands grabbed at your ass through your leggings, squeezing your waist, fingertips raking at the sides of your thighs as you whined into his mouth when you felt him, the hardening curve of him against your center. 

“Fuck, baby! Doesn’t take much for you to get all slutty on me when you’re high, huh? That why you wanted to smoke with me, just wanted me to take care of your little horny self?” the deep and gravelly tone of his voice filled your ears, an edge of playfulness to it that made you whimper into his shoulder. 

“S’your fault…” you throw back, a lazy smirk on your face when pulled you back so he could look at your face. 

“Mhm, I know. But it’s yours too cause I’ve been thinking about how good it would feel to be buried inside you since we started smoking. See what you do to me, darlin?” he took your hand then, moving it between your thighs so you could cup him. 

It made you smile when he bucked up into your touch, how his eyes closed for a moment when your palm flattened to rub up and down the length. He must ache just as much as you now. 

“Please, Jonny…I want you, want you to fuck me, fill me up, please,” you give him puppy eyes and then leaned in to drag heated kisses up the column of his neck. 

“I will, baby, just stand up for me, gotta get you outta these clothes or I’m gonna end up ripping them off you.” 

You listened to him then as reluctant as you were to leave the warmth and safety of his lap, because you knew he was good for it, reminiscing about the favorite pair of panties he’d ripped to shreds one night when you were both too horny and pressed for time to fully undress. 

Jon could hardly hold back, his hands itching to make you fall apart as he helped you stand up, keeping you steady as you giggled and turned so your ass was facing him, his ears happy with the sound of your soft squeal as he pulled down your leggings, his dick twitching at the sight of your figure. 

It didn’t take long for the both of you to strip bare but it felt slowed, the high making all your movements feel slowed, careful, fully present and aware of the moment. 

And normally Jon would take his time with you, work you open, make you cum without even fucking you first but he thought it would be cruel to make you wait especially when you were whimpering for him like that. 

Weed always made you that much more sensitive, your pussy soaked already as you slowly found your way in his lap again, your eyes on his, tethered as he lined himself up and you began to sink down on him, his own hips strained as he pushed up against you, meeting only slight resistance as your walls gave way and pulled him in. 

His arms wrapped around your waist, his fingertips dragging soothing trails down your back as you both groaned at the stretch because Jon was thick all the way around, thick and heavy as he pulsed and filled your soaked hole, your eyes never leaving his. 

Nothing else existed outside this, outside you and him, eyes hooded, tinged a slight red, heat wrapped around your bodies as he bottomed out, arms keeping you pressed against his chest, keeping you deep. 

You might as well have been on Jupiter, a planet for the two of you alone. 

“Attagirl, baby. You’re always so good to me, aren’t you. That pussy always takes me so well. Oh I know, I know, sweetheart.” Jon cooed, your foreheads pressed together as he moved his hips up to nudge himself even deeper, his last words in response to you crying out. 

Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, your pussy clenching around him as you remembered how strong he was, the strength in his arms felt under your fingers as he began to bounce you up and down, nice and slow, letting you both savor the feeling. 

Every drag of his hips had you choking out gasps and whines, your body feeling weightless as you got comfortable, melting into his hold, letting him move you, your sweet sounds filling the air as his mouth explored your neck and down to your chest, eventually biting and sucking at your nipples while your hands tugged at his hair, content to be getting fucked like this. 

“You feel so good, baby, please…fuck, oh please!” you cried out as he angled his thrusts, knocking against a spot that made you see stars. 

“Yeah, is that the spot? That where you need me to be? Tell me, pretty girl.”

He was such an asshole for that because he knew damn well it was but hearing your breathy whines and pleas was what he wanted more than anything. As if you wouldn’t give him anything he wanted when he made you feel like this. 

“Mhm, right there, baby, please just fu-” the words turned into a strangled moan as he rocked your body against him, hitting the spot over and over while your hand drifted down to rub at your clit, the added sensation making you shake. 

You didn’t even care how loud you were being anymore, it all felt too good, too all consuming to care and Jon only encouraged your moans, filling with pride at how he was splitting you open, giving you praise after praise for how beautifully you took it. 

“Shit! Jonny, I’m so close, please, I’m so close,” you dug your nails into his biceps and buried your face in his neck as he picked up his pace just slightly, your ass colliding with his hips, his hand still keeping you deep on him, the sound of skin meeting adding another layer of pleasure to it all.  

He wasn’t fucking you very rough at all but it was still intense and his cock reached deep with every thrust, both of you tensing and clinging to one another as he pounded your pussy sweetly, just perfectly right to make you wanna explode. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum on this big dick aren’t you, jesus I can feel you squeezin me, sweetheart. Let it go, lemme have it, know you can do it for me,” his half growl rang in your ears as you focused on doing just that. 

You surrendered to the rising tide swimming in your core, finding your release with a shrill yelp, letting him talk you through, letting him keep fucking you through it too, drawing out your release till you were catching your breath and sliding off of him, almost too overstimulated but too full of desire to wanna stop here. 

He raised an eyebrow at you when you sank down to your knees, placing yourself between his thighs, “I wanna clean up my mess before I get back on,” the sinfully innocent bat of your eyelashes made him twitch once more as he watched you lay your cheek against his knee for a moment. 

You were gonna kill him, he was so sure of it. 

You were just something else and the kicker was that you were his, all his and he never wanted to cherish and spoil and fuck and make happy someone so much before. 

“Mm, that’s my girl. Go ahead, better not miss any spots either.” Jon quipped and you responded with a few nails dug into the meat of his thigh before you lean in to drag your tongue up his shaft, covered in your slick and still throbbing hard. 

While you busied yourself, he leaned forward carefully to grab the rest of the blunt still on the ashtray, the flicks of a lighter heard as he lit it again, taking a big puff and leaning back against the couch again, his eyes burning into you as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking and licking as you took him deeper into your mouth, moaning at how you had to stretch your mouth to fit around his girth. 

The taste of yourself on his shaft made your body buzz again, something so filthy and hot about it, about all of this, especially with how you had an up close and personal view of him smoking again, the very image that started this to begin with.

What a bastard…and you couldn’t love him any less. 

As you bobbed your head, slicking him up with your spit, your wet slurps and shared moans filling the air, he grabbed your chin affectionately, pulling you off him for a second, taking another drag of the blunt and holding it in his mouth before leaning down so your face was almost touching his. 

Your breath hitched as you moved closer, slotting your mouth against his, parting your lips in anticipation of what he was gonna do, your brain going fuzzy as you held eye contact with him while he exhaled the smoke into your waiting mouth, shotgunning you, shrouding your realities in another layer of high. 

Thighs clenched together as you took it in and waited till the smoke cleared a little before you whimpered out of need and got your mouth back on his dick, letting him control the movement of your head this time, giving him your trust and your air supply as he fucked your throat tenderly. 

Every thrust of his hips, every curse and groan from him was one of passion and pure adoration for you and the filthy side of yourself he felt honored to get to see. 

Golden hour had turned to a magenta sunset as you released him from your mouth with a pop when he groaned out that he wanted to fuck you some more, Jon going back to admiring you as you stood up, his hand in yours, never letting there be a chance for you to stumble, his face pressing against your tummy from his seated position. 

He just wanted to breathe you in, to map your body with his hands, memorize each curve and plane and expanse of you, the woman who occupied so much space in his heart now, who he wanted to worship and love as much as he could. 

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, sweetheart. I love you, you know that?” his words were hushed against your skin but you still heard him, your brain foggy, body and heart feeling everything. 

“I love you too, baby, always.”

Eventually, the sweet kisses Jon had pressed to your stomach had turned needier, lustier, his mouth traveling further south to lap at your slick folds until you were whining for him to be inside you again. 

This time he had you on your back, your legs hooked around his back as he easily pushed back inside you, filling you up to the hilt and smirking at the way you clutched his arms, his gold chain swinging just above your face, distracting you till he gave you another thrust, your eyes floating back up to his own. 

God you looked so wrecked, so fucked out, so floaty and needy and it drove him crazy, made him harder than he could ever remember being. 

And you recognized the need in his eyes, encouraging him to give it to you, that you wanted all of him, that you didn’t want him to hold back and that was all the permission he needed before your legs were placed over his shoulders and he was grinding into you, the angle allowing him to push even deeper. 

He fucked you steadily, his strokes deep, sharp and hard at times but alternating between a good medium of gentle and hard, your body quivering and shaking around him as he held you together, held you close to him when you came again, and then again soon after because you were just so sensitive all he had to do was rub your clit that time. 

It was everything you had wanted to experience, tears pricking at your eyes and a few pretty sobs racking your chest as Jon fucked you good, chasing his own release now that he felt satisfied you’d gotten yours. 

“Shh, shh I’m here baby. I know, fuck, I know. Are those good tears or do you need a break?” his soothing voice made you cry harder.

Because they were in fact good tears, tears of pleasure, because you were being fucked so good your body was responding in this way and his thoughtfulness and care for you was the cherry on top.

“G-good, they’re good. Please don’t stop, Jonny,” you pleaded, looking up at him for a moment and then down at where his dick was disappearing into you, the obscene sounds of your sopping hole driving you that much closer to another climax.

Jon swore under his breath at your confession, so unbelievably honored that you felt safe enough to be so vulnerable with him, and turned on at how pretty you looked crying for his dick, your pussy clenching around him in that familiar way that told him all he needed to know. 

Your body felt heavy, tired, sore already as you clung to his shoulders, your lips meeting again until before long his rhythm faltered a bit, his growls getting deeper as he hunkered down, his weight pressing into you, giving you a few more deep strokes before he was groaning out his release, your own gasp following as you felt him pulse inside you, relishing in the fact that he was filling you up with his cum. 

“Holy shit…” you caught your breath and laughed with him as you both collapsed against the couch, tired muscles aching. 

The sun had fully set now, inky blue and black filling the sky, the panting of your breaths filling the room, the movie that had been on the flatscreen long since over. 

You were both still a little high, giggling at how insane that just was, knowing you were both gonna remember this moment for a long time. 

“God, I love you. I’ve never cried like that during sex…” you chuckled against his chest, too spent to care that you were both sweaty now.

“Hmm you begged me so pretty I couldn’t help but give it to you good. You made me feel amazing too.” his nose nudged at your cheek and he dipped his mouth down to press a kiss to yours again, never tired of kissing you. 

Eventually you both agreed a shower was due and you hated to part your body from him but he made sure to keep you close as you got to cleaning up. 

“We should do that more often,” you thought out loud as the warm spray from the shower washed the sweat from your skin. 

Jon was behind you, a nip of his teeth, and a soothing kiss placed on your shoulder making you lean back into his sturdy frame. 

“You already know I’m down, just say the word whenever, baby. You know I’m yours.” 

Yeah, you never felt so damn lucky.

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A/N: This was insanely fun to write! I hope it’s just the right amount of filthy for y’all and cheers for my first ever Jon fic! 

Please reblog and comment, I’d love to hear your feedback! Thanks for reading!

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sweet dreams ༊*·˚ ☁

pairing: frank castle x reader

summary: frank has a nightmare and tells reader how he feels about them.

warnings: fluff and angst kinda. he's kinda just vulnerable about whether or not he deserves reader.

a/n: im so self indulgent lollll. like alexa, play 'that should be me' by justin bieber. anyways, enjoy ig. leave me asks and requests and stuff!!! love you byeee!

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wc: ~720 ish words (shush)

you couldn't sleep. you're a light sleeper and frank was tossing and turning, groaning and sweating. he’s on his side right now facing away from you. he wasn’t always like this, but it was like this every so often. you didn’t mind losing sleep, but what drove you crazy was how frank is feeling and his past affects him even in his sleep. when he gets like this you can’t help but think that you’d taken all those nights where you’d admire him peacefully sleeping for granted. it hurts you to see him like this.

he goes quiet and then jolts awake panting. he sits up, eyes looking panicked. you sit up too and rub his back "shh, its okay love, it was just a bad dream."

as he hears your voice it seems that his eyes seem to become more relaxed and grounded. he looks at you with those soft brown eyes that you love, “it’s okay sweet girl, i’m okay.” you look worried, and can’t help but ask.

“do you wanna talk about it frankie?” he shakes his head. he wants to tell you everything, about his past in the military, maria and the kids, but he’s tired. he’s told you the basics, but not the parts that haunt him every night. “you’re too good to me darlin’. sometimes i don’t think i deserve you.”

your head tilts slightly. what does he mean? if anything you think it’s the opposite. he protects you, he remembers every little thing you tell him, he makes you feel so good in every way. you don’t want him talking like this. “what do you mean?”

he looks a bit nervous as he says, “you’re so precious and beautiful” he takes a moment to cradle your face with his hand, thumb rubbing over your soft cheek. “i can’t believe you’re all mine sweet girl”

you start to feel your cheeks grow warmer, knowing that you’re blushing. “why wouldn’t you deserve me frankie?” there are tears building up in your eyes. you don’t understand what he’s saying and you’re scared of what he’s going to say next.

he looks down, as though he’s ashamed of himself. “you know about the bad things i’ve done, it’s hard not to think like that”

you didn’t know he thought like that ever. to you, frank was the most secure person you knew, but now you were starting to question that. you were also internally beating yourself up for not thinking about this possibility. he’s been through so much and this didn’t even cross your mind? “you’re mine frank, nothings going to change that okay?” it’s your turn to hold his face. both hands go to his face. you kiss his forehead over and over, hoping to get rid of as many of his negative thoughts as you could. “can you please believe that?” a few tears were rolling down your cheeks making it seem like your eyes were twinkling. you felt bad for crying when this was about frank, but you couldn’t help it. how could he think that he was unworthy of you?

frank looks at you, wiping your tears, “yes princess”. he sighs like it felt good to get that off of his chest. however, he hates to see you like this, so he thought he’d try lighten the mood. he didn’t want you crying yourself to sleep, he couldn’t bare to see it. “you’re the macaroni to my cheese baby”

you hit frank playfully after sniffling, “eww stop it with the corny shit” you laugh “go back to sleep frank.”

“yes ma’am.” he starts spooning you, smiling to himself and rubbing your stomach. you used to be insecure about it but now it just comforts you and helps you sleep. “frank?”

“yeah sweetheart?”

“can we talk about your dreams in the morning? i know you don’t wanna worry me, but i can’t help worrying anyway. i want you to feel like you can talk to me about anything.” your heart is racing because you don’t want to push him too far. you don’t know it, but he can feel it. he thinks about how precious you are.

“okay then. in the morning. get some rest sweet girl.”

“good night frankie.” you quickly fall back asleep, but frank stays up thinking about how lucky he got finding you.

[headedstraightforfrankcastle]

Beard - Frank Castle fluff

Words count: 507

Plot: Frank comes home and you share some moments together

TW: mention of sex and dick, but nothing more - just fluff and cuteness 

A/N: not beat-read, sorry for the typos </3

Comments and reblogs are always appreciated ✨

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Imagine you’re in the bathtub with Frank. He just came back from a mission and you decided to help get cleaned up and relaxed.

After a pretty good ～love making～session you sit between his legs, with your back pressed against his chest, your head on his shoulder and his hands roaming over your skin tracing every inch of your body.

When you stroke his cheek you notice for the first time (you had been kinda busy before) how long his beard his – and you remember the last conversation you had about it.

“What are you gonna do with this?” you ask leaving a soft kiss on his jaw.

“Thought you liked it,” he replies with a soft smile on his face, playing with your wet hair.

“Thought it made you look like a hipster.”

Frank laughs when you quote one of the first things he told you when you first met. You smile, feeling how his body shakes and relaxes under yours.

“It does, but I’d take it for my little girl.”

You clench your thighs at his words: the effect that man had on you – even with the slightest effort – was inevitable, even and mostly during these moments, both naked, vulnerable, hanging at each other as if it was the last time.

You decide to take the matter in your own hands: you turn around to face and sit on his lap, trying to ignore the feeling of his dick softly rubbing against your core. Frank, on the other hand, does nothing to hide it and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Let me take care of you, uh?” you whisper grabbing the razor blade and the shaving cream you keep between the bottles of shampoo and soap.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Put you head back for me, will you?” you smile when he obeys without even flinching and you leave a little kiss over his adam's apple. “Good boy.”

He tenses up under you. He would probably never admitted but hearing you saying things like that – calling him a good boy, a big boy, your boy – always made him feel a certain way.

Hiding a smile you spread shaving cream on his face, and you start working carefully, gently on the lower half of his face.

“Tell me if I hurt you, okay..?”

“I’m sure you won’t.”

It’s hard not to get distracted, with Frank caressing your legs, your lover belly, or resting his hands on your ass – but when you’re finally finished you look at him and smile: “Done!”

“Do I look good?” he asks with a soft smile, passing a hand over his face.

“Soft as a baby” you peck him on the lips thinking you could get away with it, but Franks wraps his strong harms around you, pulling you in for a deeper, hotter kiss.

Later on, while you make love for the umpteenth time, balancing yourself on his chest as you ride him, melting under his touch and kisses, you finally feel safe and at home again.

[buckyhoney]

frank castle has never done anything wrong in his life!

hung 30 men on meat hooks? no he didn’t. kidnapped a senator? i didnt see a thing. shoved his thumbs through a mans eyes? he deserved it. murdered countless men? yeah and he look sexy doing it

i will defend my man till the day i die😤

[smut-angel]

Jon calling you princess in and out of the bedroom

this is my dream!

jon calls you princess for the first time outside of the bedroom when you two were out on a snack run. once he said, “get whatever you want, princess,” it was so obvious you loved it from out shy and smiley you got so he makes sure to use it often.

when you both are in the bedroom, it kind of slips from jon’s mouth when he says, “fuck, look what you do to me princess,” while you’re grinding on his erection and it absolutely turns you on 😩

[chiisai-writes]

Its Okay, You're Okay.

Frank Castle x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Reader unalives someone, mentions of blood and weapons. Reader and Frank shower together.

Length : 1,000 words (ish)

Gunshots, screams and the smell of blood filled the air. 

You tried your best to remain calm, hiding away in your room, your hand clutching the small blade Frank gave you ‘Just in case’ his gruff voice repeated in your head over and over. 

The apartment had been breached, Frank quickly took to action shoving you into the room with quick instructions not to move and handing you the blade. Locking you inside safely. 

You hoped Frank would be ok, no you knew he’d be ok. You gripped the blade tighter in your trembling hands hoping you wouldn’t have to use it. Your hopes were not answered though as the door burst open and you could faintly hear Frank shouting ‘Leave her alone, don't you dare’ 

Your eyes landed on the large man in front of you, glaring you down like a predator looking at his prey. You shuffled to your feet, your brain kicking into overdrive thinking of all the ways Frank had taught you to escape, you held the knife in front of you cursing your shaky hands. “L-Leave now, i’m n-not afraid to use this” you shouted cursing yourself for stuttering. The man chuckled darkly and lunged for you across the room you screamed so loud you knew Frank could hear you. 

Your mind went blank, eyes blacked out but you felt Frank shaking your shoulder “Hey! Hey, can you hear me?” His deep voice bringing you back, you weren't in the apartment anymore though, you were in what seemed like a bunker, must be one of his safe houses. 

“What happened where are we?” You looked at Frank, his eyes filled with sympathy and kindness. “Don’t worry sweetheart we are safe now, you’re safe now” it was silent for a second you were still spaced out. Frank placed his hand on your shoulder again “You did a good job with that guy, i’m proud of ya. Need you to shower though you’re covered”

Your eyes snapped up to him “what do you mean good job? You killed him right?” Frank shook his head at you. Your eyes went wide as they looked at your hands, covered in freshly drying blood. You felt sick breathing unsteady and you dropped to the floor crying repeating the word no endlessly. 

Frank knelt down beside you, his hands cupping your face and lifting it to meet his eyes. Your face was covered in blood and tears and it made Frank's heart sink “It’s Okay. You’re Okay” he kept repeating as he pulled you into his body cradling your head. Your body curled into his and gripped his shirt, shaking like a newborn lamb. 

Eventually you stopped crying as Frank soothingly rubbed your back and placed soft kisses on your head. He was pissed more so at himself because he had put you in a situation he never wanted you in. 

“How about we go get you in the shower?” 

You nodded against the soft material of his shirt. He picked you up effortlessly and strided to the bathroom, he placed you down on the cold tiles hoping your legs wouldn’t give out you were a bit wobbly but you stood silently in the cold room, he leaned over the old tub and turned the shower on, warmth flooded through the room as steam started to pour from the shower. He placed the towels on the sink and went to leave, but your small hand grabbed his shirt once more. You looked at him with eyes so wide and scared “Please..stay” your voice was scratchy from all the crying and screaming, you sounded pathetic. 

He looked down at you and said barely above a whisper “Are you sure doll? 100% know what you’re asking?” ever the gentleman was Frank Castle you thought. You nodded weakly not wanting to be left alone to wash off all the blood and sweat, you knew a line would be crossed if you did this, a step in your relationship you never thought would happen. 

“I need your words sweetheart, please” He almost pleaded, he knew this would change your ‘strictly platonic’ relationship. You nodded again “Please, i don’t..I don't want to be on my own, i need your help please.” 

He nodded, shuffling around he kicked off his boots and removed his bloodied trousers. You kept your eyes on his face not wanting to cause any embarrassment for him. He lifted his shirt over his head and his muscles contracted and released as he did, Leaving in just his underwear.

He cleared his throat with a slight blush on his face, “do you..uh do you need help with your clothes?” You shook your head no and he nodded lightly, he turned around to give you some privacy as you declothed, muscles screaming at you for the excessive movement. 

You stripped down to your underwear as well, “i’m ready, you can turn around now” 

He turned round a small smile on his face as he saw how awkwardly you were standing in the room, He stepped into the tub and held his hand out for you to lift yourself in as well, the shower cascaded down his back, a welcome warmth for his sore muscles but his main focus was you. He needed to clean you up and make sure you’re ok first. He grabs your arms and switches places with you, you welcome the water over your body. You start to try and scrub the blood away but you stop and just stare at your hands, Frank spots that your eyes well up and you start to cry again, he immediately steps into action grabbing the soap and slowly lathering it over your hands and up your arms, treating you as if you’re a china doll. “‘M sorry for crying so much” 

You whimper out as Frank slowly makes his way around your body washing off all of the blood and grime. He’s crouched down in front of you now and he looks up with a stern look on his face. Raises to his feet towering over you, he pulls you in and you’re both stood under the water “Don’t be so stupid, you can cry all you want.” You smiled against his skin as he cradled you in his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Thank you Frank..Thank you” Letting fresh tears fall from your eyes

[yagrldariv]

Welcome to all my new followers!! I know I haven’t been super active lately as I started a new job. But now that things have died down considerably and I now have more time to write I’m opening my requests again and want to start doing some themed ask days for blurbs/HCs when I have off.

For those themed days I will be posting about it at least a week in advance.

For now send some asks for some imagines and blurbs!

[amhrosina]

Be My Baby

Summary: Frank takes you on a weekend trip to his cabin after you have a rough week at work. Your first stop? The enormous bathtub with enough room for soooo many activities.

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.8k

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a/n: hello! i'm back! my personal life is still a wreck but i missed writing for frank. this is probably the most self indulgent fic i've ever written lol it is quite literally the most ooey-gooey romantic plot before the softest smut imaginable. what can i say? i'm a hoe for soft frank. enjoy & thank you to the nonnie that requested something similar to this!

warnings: softest smut imaginable, fluff to the max, 'i'm an asshole to everyone except you' trope, a teensy little bit of crybaby reader if you squint, frank would burn the world for reader, reader is sOoOoO in love with frank (who isn't??), they're both a little wrapped up in each other's world and don't give a shit about what's happening outside of them type of vibes, pet names, etc.

From what you had seen, Frank’s cabin was cozy and warm, but since your arrival half an hour ago, you’d only had the luxury of soaking in the tub while Frank took care of unloading the car. He’d insisted on doing it alone, claiming his girl shouldn’t have to lift a finger for anything, and honestly after the week you’d had, you were temporarily glad he was as stubborn as a mule. You were sure that sentiment would fade the next time you were feeling bratty, but for now, you tried your best to relax and forget what an awful week it had been at work.

The heat of the bath water sent a wave of goosebumps down your spine, enticing a low groan from your lips. Sinking further into the water, you realized just how big the tub was. It stretched at least six feet across and was almost deep enough to stand, clearly a custom made feature of the cabin. You supposed Frank probably needs the room, being as large a man as he is. Still, it felt like you were in a luxurious hot tub, rather than a regular bathtub.

“There’s a button to turn on the jets if you want ‘em.”

Frank’s gentle voice carried across the bathroom, startling you from your relaxed state. You hadn’t even heard him come in. You turned, eyeing his powerful figure as he made his way toward you and sat on the edge of the tub. It was easy to get lost in the way he moved, and you tried your best to not stare at the muscles straining against the black longsleeve he was wearing.

“You okay?” He asked, reaching out to softly run his knuckles along the curve of your damp cheek. He was always gentle with you, but the desire to take care of you was even more present in his eyes than usual. It really had been a shitty week.

“This place is amazing.” You said in awe, turning your face away to hide your grin. His hand, already knowing what you were trying to do, softly gripped your jaw and turned it back to face him.

“You barely saw the place.” He chuckled.

“Whose fault is that?” You raised an eyebrow at him and sat up, fully exposing your bare chest to him. His eyes briefly flicked down to your nipples, hardening as the cool air touched them, before returning his gaze upwards. “Get in. There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

He nodded and stood, but began walking in the opposite direction of the bath. You furrowed your brow, watching him tug his shirt off and throw it on the counter. When he saw your expression, he grinned.

“Hang on. I brought something for you.”

“What do you mean?” You called after him, but he was already moving again.

He disappeared through the doorway, generating even more confusion, before returning with an assembly of things tucked under his arms. You watched as he worked his way around the room, placing various objects here and there until finally he flicked off the lights and turned to face you again.

The room was now aglow with flickering candle light, coating Frank’s looming figure in a warm haze. He’d gone for mostly unscented, knowing how strong smells could give you headaches, but had left in a few lavender candles because he knew how much it relaxed you. He also managed to sneak an entire bottle of champagne into the car without you noticing, of which he was pouring into two flutes. You blinked back tears as he handed you your glass, unable to express how warm your chest felt at the effort he was putting in to make you feel better.

“Frank.” You murmured, smiling bashfully, “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” 

“‘s what you deserve.” He shrugged, stepping out of the rest of his clothes. 

He sank into the tub next to you, tugging your body against his in a swift motion. He sat with his back against the edge, allowing you to easily settle your knees on either side of his thighs, facing him in the dim room. You sat just a little taller than him at this angle - chest pressed against his warm skin, arms resting on his broad shoulders - and God, he looked divine. The drive had taken a few hours, just long enough for the stubble to return to his cheeks after this morning’s shave, giving him a rugged look that you thought was just so handsome. You were unable to resist the temptation of running your nails over it in a soft scratch, eliciting a groan from deep in Frank’s chest. The rumble reverberated through your chest as you pressed yourself fully against him, seeking more of his affection. He tugged your head down onto his shoulder and began running his fingers along the base of your neck in a soothing pattern.

“You never answered my question earlier.” He murmured, resting his jaw against your head. “You okay, sweet girl?”

You sighed, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment as you mulled over your feelings. You were a sensitive soul to begin with, and your boss had been on edge all morning when he finally snapped at you for something you had no control over, which ultimately had you tearing up for the rest of the day. When you’d walked through the door crying, Frank’s eyes flashed violently between anger at your boss and sympathy for you. The sympathy had won, and now you were in a beautiful cabin in upstate New York, wrapped in his strong arms. Still, you weren’t sure how you were going to deal with your boss’ temper when you returned to work on Monday.

“I don’t know,” you finally replied, shrugging, “Can you ask me again later?”

You felt his cheeks widen into a small grin. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Don’t think I won’t.” He teased, calling you on your avoidant tendencies before you could even notice them yourself.

“How long have you had this place?” You wondered, nuzzling into his heated skin.

“I bought it a few months after Maria and the kids.” He said softly, almost whispering when he had to relay his wife’s name aloud. “Thought maybe I was done with the city. Change can be good, ya’ know?”

“But you came back.” You lifted your head from his shoulder so you could look him in the eyes. 

“But I came back.” He parroted, nodding. “And then I met you.”

“And you stayed.” You finished for him.

“Of course I stayed. Couldn’t leave you behind, sweet girl. ‘ve been sweet on you since the day I met you.”

This was true. From the moment you’d met, he’d been nothing but gentle and kind toward you. You had no idea, of course, that this type of behavior was incredibly far away from Frank Castle’s usual attitude until you’d met Matt Murdock, who was so shocked at Frank’s subdued personality and general softness around you that Frank had to physically close Matt’s gaping jaw for him.

“But you never sold the place?” You questioned.

“I figured we might need somewhere to run away to every once in a while. Are you mad that I didn’t tell you about it before today? I wanted it to be a surprise.”

For a moment, he looked genuinely worried that he might’ve upset you.

“How could I be mad when I’m sitting in this enormous tub, surrounded by candles and champagne, pressed up against the man of my dreams?”

He smiled then, and you could tell it was a genuine smile because of the way his cheeks dimpled at the corner of his laugh lines. It was an award winning smile, you thought. You gently set the empty champagne glasses on the edge of the tub before cupping his cheeks in your hands.

“My Frankie,” you mumbled, running your thumbs across his cheekbones, “What would I do without you?”

You really hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but every time you looked at him, you felt yourself being pulled closer and closer to him. His compassion and kindness toward you, even after everything he’d been through, was something you couldn’t avoid leaning into. All your life you’d been taking care of others, and finally, here was someone begging to take care of you.

“You don’t have to worry about that, okay? ’m here to stay.” He mumbled, bringing the pads of your fingertips to his lips for individual, soft kisses. “I love you, and ‘m gonna take care of you forever.”

Tears welled in your eyes as an overwhelming rush of emotion passed over you. In your arms was a man that should’ve been bitter and angry at the world around him. He had earned the right to become spiteful and hardened, and no one could fault him for that. And yet - and yet - in your arms was a man that loved you with his entire being. Who understood you at your core, saw the dark parts of you, and loved those parts even more. Who was soft for no one but you. Who you loved, too.

A tear slid down your cheek as you kissed him, long and slow and sensual because you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and never let go. He smiled into the kiss, cradling your head with his beautiful, calloused hands. It wasn’t enough. You needed his gentle touch everywhere. Pressing yourself against him, you felt yourself sliding along his achingly hard cock, raising the already warm temperature in the room to searing. Heat pulsed between your legs, begging to be touched.

“My pretty girl,” he mumbled against your lips, kissing the corner of your mouth before following the curve of your jawline to your neck, “My pretty, sensitive girl.”

The praise made your head swim. You rocked your hips again, sliding along his length until you were hovering directly over him, waiting for the go ahead to sink down. He grunted, pressing open mouthed kisses up your throat before coaxing your hips lower and lower. You gasped when he finally pushed into you, and Frank took the opportunity to lick the inside of your gaping mouth as he did so. You shuttered against him, wanting everything he had to offer and more.

“P-please, Frankie.” You murmured, arching your back as he bucked his hips upwards.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He breathed, wrapping one of his enormous hands around the back of your head, forcing you to look down at him as you rode him. His other arm was wrapped around your torso, tugging your hips forward and back to stimulate your clit against the base of his cock. It was such an erotic way to be held that you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. He leaned his head against your forehead and kissed the tears that made their way down your flushed skin. “Tell me, sweet girl.”

“I l-love you.” You purred, stuttering as he made his way down your body, kissing everywhere he could reach. When he got to your pebbled nipples, you sucked in a sharp breath. He knew exactly how to get you off, and he was staring right at them.

“I love you too, pretty girl.” He grinned and pressed a chaste kiss to each of your nipples, eliciting a pornographic moan from deep in your chest. 

He continued to push and pull your hips in a steady rhythm, grinding your clit against his pelvis as you bounced up and down his length. Slowly, in a teasing manner that had a new wave of fresh, needy tears streaming down your cheeks, he leaned forward and circled his tongue around the sensitive nub. You whined with impatience as he pulled away, only to offer the same kitten lick to your other breast. You knew he would take care of you like he always did, but his teasing was making your entire body tremble with anticipation. 

“I know, I know,” he cooed, kissing the valley between your breasts, “‘t’s okay, baby. Be patient. I’ll take care of you.”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a mewl. You felt the hand Frank had been using to hold your head steady loosen its grip, and suddenly, he was softly wiping the tears away from under your eyes with his thumbs.

“You’re doing so good for me, bunny.” He murmured, and you very nearly came at the pet name he loved to praise you with. “‘m gonna make you feel real good, okay?”

“Please,” you begged, digging your fingers into his shoulders, “Need you.”

That was all it took for Frank to finally snap. In one swift motion, he wrapped his lips around your breast and began to run his tongue across your sensitive nipple. His hand traveled from cradling your cheek to rubbing small, sloppy circles around your pulsing clit. You keened, overcome with so much pleasure that you felt your entire body trembling against Frank’s.

The bathroom was big enough for your soft moans to echo, and other than the sloshing of the bath water, that was the sound Frank heard as you came apart on top of him. Your head was spinning as the heat in your gut finally found its release, uncoiling in waves of overwhelming pleasure that sent you reeling. 

“That’s it,” he breathed, “Just like that, pretty girl. You’re so good for me, baby.”

His fingers hadn’t stopped circling your clit. You were quickly growing overstimulated and conflicted, wanting nothing more than to keep riding him while also needing to get away from his dexterous and sinful fingers. He watched you for a moment, in awe - the way your lips parted every time a moan slipped out of your mouth, the heaving of your chest as your heart rate tried and failed to return to normal, the intense trembling of your limbs every time he circled your clit. He wasn’t worthy. He knew that. He didn’t care. He’d take care of you for as long as you’d let him, and he’d enjoy every second of it.

“F-Frankie,” you stuttered in between heaving breaths, “I can’t- I’m- It’s sensitive.”

“Shh, sh, sh, sh, I know, baby. I know,” he cooed, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and up your neck, “Can you give me one more, bunny? Be good and give me one more.”

You shuttered against him, resting your forehead against his and breathing out a sultry whine. He continued his onslaught of kisses along your jawline, following the upward curve of your chin until his lips were on yours again. His agile tongue swept into your mouth mid-moan, sending heat into your already molten core.

“Wanna feel you come around me again, baby.” He groaned and tightened his hold around your torso, sweeping his tongue along your bottom lip before capturing your mouth in his again. 

He had brought you to the brink again already. You squeezed around him, earning a rare groan from Frank. The usually stoic and quiet man let out another sinful moan when you arched your back and squeezed again. He was as close as you were to the edge, and God, the tension was palpable. 

Finally, in a moment of pure bliss, he nipped at your bottom lip and let out a soft, barely there whimper, which sent you careening off the edge and into oblivion. You could feel yourself clenching around him as you came, but your head had been sent straight to a euphoric haze. Your heart thundered in your chest as Frank wrapped his arms around your torso and held you tight against his chest, coming inside your sensitive, throbbing pussy. 

You’d both worked yourselves into a haze, high off each other’s touch. The comedown was gentle and warm - soft caresses of each other’s skin, chaste kisses pressed to collarbones and fingertips, thundering heartbeats slowing in unison. The bath water was surprisingly still warm, and you couldn’t help but nuzzle into Frank’s chest with languorous, droopy eyes.

“You okay?” He asked, running his fingers up the length of your spine.

You nodded into his chest, sighing. “I’m perfect.”

“‘m glad.” He responded, kissing your forehead lightly. “‘m sorry you had such a rough week.”

“I’m not.” You giggled, glancing around at the luxurious bathtub you were in. “This place is like a dream.”

He held you tighter against him, resting his chin on your head before responding. 

“You don’t know the half of it, pretty girl.”

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[strawhbrrries]

Invisible String.

pairing: older brother's best friend!frank castle x reader

summary: all along there was some invisible string tying you to frank castle.

warnings: none, just lots of sweetness!!!

word count: 1267 words

author’s note: this version of frank is so ken from barbie where it's like "ken's day was good as long as barbie looked at him" and i love it, listen to invisible string by taylor swift to get the full experience.

Were there clues I didn’t see?

Frank’s eyes scanned your face, watching the way your nose scrunched when you laughed so hard it was silent and water was streaming down your face and the campfire in front of you warmed your face. He’d spent every single day since the two of you had met admiring you, watching your heart get broken from every guy you brought home, being the shoulder you could count on when all of your friends inevitability flaked out.  He could count all the times he tried to express his feelings on one hand, backing out at the last moment each and every time.

“What are you staring at? Weirdo.” You teased, scrunching your nose in the very way he found irresistible, making a face at him and turning back to the rest of your friend group. 

You loved Frank, more than any friend should love their best friend. You’d lost count of how many nights you’d spent crying to your mom over the phone, wondering why he just didn’t like you back and asking what you did to deserve this torture from the universe.

“Nothing.” He smiled back, catching the eye of your friend across the fire, taking a sip of the beer in his hand. He never tried to hide his affection for you, never tried to make it a secret to anyone but you, he was fully aware that everyone around the two of you was most likely aware of the crush he had on you.

Were there clues I didn’t see?

Frank was your, slightly, older brother’s best friend. He’d been around for as long as you could remember, in almost every photograph there was of you or your brother since your mom started printing photos out. But he never had that older brother feel that a lot of your brother’s friends had, it wasn’t that he was unreliable or careless. He was the opposite. He cared more than any of your brother’s friends normally did. Sure, they’d come to your rescue if a boy hurt you or if you needed a ride somewhere or if you just needed a pick me up.

Frank was different. He cared. If the boys were going out to dinner he almost always picked up something for you on the way back, the only times he didn’t was in respect for the girl he was seeing at the time. He’d slip a twenty in the pocket of the jacket you always wore if he knew you needed some extra money, or if he knew you needed cheering up. Even if he didn’t have a job he always did it, and he never regretted it. To him, what he thought was, unrequited love wasn’t an issue. He’d cross every ocean and move every mountain and act like it was the easiest thing to do, all just to get a hint of a smile aimed towards him.

Frank was only two years older than you, well technically two years and one day, and he’d never let you forget it. He’d tell you to respect your elders and you’d shoot back that he was definitely an elder and that you could see the gray hairs coming in. The day you were born your mom told his that you two were destined for each other, she swore she could tell just by the way the two year old held your fraile, hours old body. His mom would tell you on every birthday you were just one more year closer to becoming a Castle girl, telling you how you’d make the prettiest one too. You always rolled your eyes and thanked her for whatever she had gotten you that year.

Were there clues I didn’t see?

“Your mom keeps lecturing me on how to treat women, she acts like I’m whoring myself out like your brother is.” He rolled his eyes, washing the dishes in the sink. None of which were his, considering he was in your house at midnight doing the chores you’d been putting off for awhile.

“She just cares, Frankie.” You mumbled back, legs swinging as they hung off the counter next to the sink, watching him scrub at the residue left on a pan you should’ve definitely cleaned the same day you used it. 

You’d graduated college a few months ago, gotten the job of your dreams and yet felt so unfulfilled. You knew why. He was standing in your kitchen complaining about your mom, dish towel swung over his shoulder and shaggy hair pulled back by a headband you demanded he put on before he got stuff in his hair. Ever since you’d moved to this apartment he’d been over pretty much everyday, it felt odd without his presence in the house, it felt lonely without him. 

“I tell her every time, I only want one woman.” He responded, catching your eye as he took the towel off his shoulder to dry the dish he just washed.

“So tell the girl, there’s no use telling me about it if you haven’t told her.” Your heart felt heavy, no matter how many times he’d tried to hint at you that he was in love with you it just never clicked, it might as well had come out of your ass and slid across the floor with a giant sign proclaiming your love for him.

“It’s you.”

Isn’t it just so pretty to think…

“Mom it’s just an anniversary, there really isn’t a need to bring the whole family here. It’s just dinner.” You explained, not knowing she knew more than you.

The ring was in his pocket, lighting it on fire, burning a hole right through the fabric. Frank’s mind couldn’t comprehend that this was happening, it was really happening, after years of pining after you he was going to propose. 

All along there was some…

The day had finally come, you’d worked your ass off to get everything perfect and exactly the way you wanted it to be. Teenage you couldn’t believe you were standing here, actually about to become a Castle girl. You weren’t sure how both moms knew it was destined to be but you were glad they did, there wasn’t anyone else in the entire world you’d rather be doing this with. 

“I can still remember the first time your mom told me I was destined to be a Castle girl, I had rolled my eyes and scoffed like that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. Why on earth would I want to marry my brother’s best friend? That seemed like torture. As the years went by it became something I couldn’t help but dream about, wondering how our relationship would come to be and if you had the intricate proposal I wanted down to the finest details. Every time you brought a girlfriend around, I hated you. Not really, but as much as a teenager full of angst and the world's largest crush on her brother’s best friend could muster. Then you matured, stopped bringing girls around and paid more attention to me. But you never made a move, I thought I was destined to be the little sister forever. But then, that one night in my kitchen you were complaining about how my mom kept lecturing you about how to treat women and you confessed your feelings. Stopped washing my dishes and gave me a kiss, it was surreal. Comparable to the ending of a coming-of-age movie. You’ve been around my whole life, Frankie, and all along there was some invisible string tying you to me.”

[soleilcastle]

YAAAAAAYYY

KASTLE IS ALIVEEEEE!

THEY'RE FUCKING BACK 🆘

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Can I get a whiskey with Frank castle and “I don’t deserve you” please?

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warnings - smut. cursing.

haven't written frank in so long!! thank you for requesting <3

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"Oh fuck, Frank."

You thread your fingers through his hair and pull, eliciting a groan from the man who's broad shoulders are keeping your legs apart.

"Shit, Frank. Just- I just - fuck, give me a minute to just-"

Your back arches off the bed as he sucks particularly hard, teeth grazing over your clit. You're panting, chest heaving, hands scrambling for purchase. You're not sure if you're pushing him away or pulling him closer.

He's doing this thing with his tongue, making it difficult for you to breathe. There are silver stars floating in front of your eyes, blurring your vision, shifting your reality.

The city outside hurries on, sirens and car horns soundtracking the night. The room is dark except for the light of the streetlamps, illuminating the shining purple bruise on Frank's cheekbone.

He pulls away to mutter under his breath, barely audible. You wouldn't hear if you weren't so in tune with everything he says or does.

"That's it, pretty girl."

"Atta girl. You got it."

"Yeah. Good fuckin' girl. So good f'me."

His low, raspy tone is what sends you over the edge, gasping as his fingers curl just right. You see salvation in your release, the universe white hot and blinding.

"Where did you learn to do that?" you ask breathlessly, relaxing back against the sheets.

"Told ya I know a few things," he chuckles, crawling up your body so you're face to face.

You kiss him eagerly, tongue slipping into his mouth to taste yourself.

"I don't deserve you," you laugh.

"Let me show you how much you deserve me," he whispers against your lips, strong hands gripping your thighs to part them for him again.

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Nasty Bathroom Birthday Sex 🥵😍🔥