#marvels punisher

[andshecrieswolf]

If I had a nickel for everytime Ben Barnes plays a character in a tv show where he's initially shown as a good guy but then turns out to be the villain near the end, then 'dies' and miraculously comes back in the second season with scarring on his face which everybody says look hideous but really just add to his hotness factor, I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird it's happened twice.

[lemon-world1]

You're everything I never knew I needed. │Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

I’m fully aware of the inconsistency in my writing/posting. I’m even more aware that there are many similar fics, but... It’s never enough. I just had to. I’m a sucker for our boy Frankie taking care of his girl. Hope you’ll enjoy it! 

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, period pain

summary: Your period came unexpectedly just as Frank comes to see you after being away from NYC. It's pure fluff.

Not everyone can say they're friends with the most badass vigilante in New York City. You and Frank have forged an unbreakable bond over countless nights spent stitching up his bullet-ridden body. He'd crawl to your balcony like a wounded animal seeking shelter, and you'd nurse him back to health. 

Your friendship was simple, you took care of him, and he took care of you. He'd fix things around your apartment, like the water heater that blew up or carry your groceries to your apartment. But it wasn't just his actions that spoke volumes. You could see something in his eyes when he looked at you - a hidden feeling.  

Sometimes, Frank's PTSD would get the best of him, and he'd lash out at you. But you knew it wasn't his fault. You stood by him, no matter what because you knew what he went through. You were always there for him, no matter the cost. 

You never told Frank how you felt about him, but you didn't need to. He knew, just like he knew, how much you meant to him.

 ...

It's been a while since you last saw Frank. He had told you he would be out of town for a bit, which left you stuck in your apartment with nothing but your thoughts and the TV. You'd become accustomed to being on call in case he needed you, causing you to lose touch with most of your so-called "friends." But you never gave a damn about them. Frank was the only one who mattered in the big apple.

You had expected tonight to be just another dull evening spent munching on chips and binge-watching another crime docu-series on Netflix. You had passed out in bed, cuddled under the blanket you used to cover Frank with after a long stitching-up session.

But at two a.m., you jolted awake to a familiar pain stabbing your gut. You didn't bother tracking your period calendar because you hadn't been with anyone for so long that you stopped caring about when it would come.

Shit. You cursed as you realized your bed was stained with blood.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck. This can't be happening. Today was the day you had to pitch your new designs to your most critical client, and the last thing you wanted was to deal with the aftermath of a messy period. You had no time to wash your sheets, deal with the cramps, or even shower at this godforsaken hour.

You needed relief fast, but when you reached for your painkillers, you remembered giving them all to Frank when you stitched him up a few weeks ago. You searched through your first aid kit for anything to alleviate the pain, but in haste, you knocked the whole thing over, spilling everything onto the tiles.

Arrghhh. You were furious at this point, knowing the nightmare was just about to begin. Over the years, you had become used to being dependent on painkillers; otherwise, your period would kill you. Your ob-gyn had tried everything to ease the agony, but nothing worked, and contraception was out of the question. You always kept your prescription pills close by for emergencies, but not this time.

Forty-three minutes had passed, and you were already showered and dressed in fresh pyjamas. The sheets were washing, and a hot cup of chamomile tea sat on your nightstand. But the pain was creeping in, gnawing at you with every passing moment. All you wanted to do was wrap yourself in a fluffy blanket and forget about the world. You tossed and turned on the bed, but the pain persisted. At the realization that you probably wouldn't be fit to get up at 5 and get to work at all, you started panicking. How were you going to cancel the pitch? 

My boss is going to fucking kill me.

Well, she might if your period doesn't kill you first. After another 20 minutes, your silent sobs turned into horrific cries from pain. And just when you thought things couldn't get worse, the familiar knock came. 

Knock. Knock. You looked up and saw a hulking figure peeking through the curtains on your balcony. It was him. 

You got up slowly, your feet planted on the ground as you made your way to the balcony door. 

Frank knew something was wrong the moment he saw you. He could see the pain etched all over your face. Your puffy red eyes, thick, comforting blanket hugging your shoulders, and forearm holding your belly as if it offered support told him everything.

"Hey, baby girl," he said, his voice breaking as he saw you in such agony. "Is everything alright?"

You said nothing, still gazing at him, unable to process that he was really standing in front of you. His hand reached out, gently wiping away a tear from your cheek.

"Hi Frankie, uh... is something wrong? Are you hurt?" He couldn't believe your words. You were in obvious pain and still asked if he was okay. Another piece of his shattered heart glued together at the thought of your kindness.

His hand still on your cheek, he spoke again. "Nah, I just got back to the city. I drove by your buildin' and saw you were up. I figured I'd check up on ya," he said, his voice full of concern.

You cracked a smile, knowing that Frank was always looking out for you. He was the one person you could count on, no matter what.

A visible frown formed between his brows as he realized you were barely standing on your feet. Without warning, you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head in his chest. You were so small compared to him. He gently stroked your hair and held you tightly, feeling the heat radiating from your body. He knew something was wrong because you were never hot. He had felt your icy cold skin whenever he touched you, even during the hottest summer days. Without question, he lifted you in his arms and carried you across the room to your bed. 

"Frankie, I'm cold," you said, your voice trembling.

"Shit. You might have a fever," he said, his face creased with worry. "Why you ain't wearin' no socks, baby girl?"

Usually, you would melt under his sweet nicknames, but you couldn't even blush right now. He reached for your sock drawer, pulling out the thickest and fluffiest pair of socks he could find. He gently put them on your feet, making sure they were snug. 

"You take any painkillers yet?" he asked, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of relief. 

You shook your head; you could barely speak at this point. Your body felt like it was being ripped apart, but you refused to give in. "I ran out of meds. Nothing I have is strong enough," you managed to say, gritting your teeth.

A loud scream left your mouth, making Frank sit beside you on the bed and instantly wrap his arms around you. He hugged you from behind, letting you weigh into him. One of his palms rested on your forehead, wiping your cold sweat from the burning skin, and the other squeezed your hand placed on your belly.

Frank's eyes narrowed as he watched you writhe in agony. "I gotcha," he said, his voice low. "Just tell me what you need."

You shook your head again, unable to focus. "Just stay," you pleaded.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered in your ear. "I'll take care of you." 

Another hour passed. You still lay there, your body racked with pain. Frank did what he could to ease your suffering, but he knew it wasn't enough. You started to fall asleep but remembered you couldn't be late for work.

"Frankie?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you please set my alarm for 5:30 am? I can't be late; I'm pitching a new proposal to a client." 

"Is that the big one you was tellin' me about last time?"

"Yeah, it's important," you mumbled again.

"I will." No, he won't. There's no chance you're going to work in such a state. When you finally fell asleep, he knew he couldn't let you go to work in the morning. He took your phone and dialled your boss's number.

You had her saved as "Your Highness," which always made Frank chuckle when you called her that. 

Your boss picked up on the first ring. "Hi, it's good you're callin', the-" She started, but Frank interrupted her immediately.

"Mornin', ma'am. It's, ugh, Pete, actually. Sorry to bother you so early, but my girl won't be in today. She's, uh... under the weather," Frank said in a gruff voice.

"Oh dear, I hope she feels better soon. I was about to text her and tell her the client postponed last minute. She can take two days off; she hasn't used any sick days yet. Please give her my regards," the boss replied with concern.

"I will. She needs some rest. She'll call ya back when she can."

"Of course. Thank you for letting me know, Pete. She mentioned you a bunch of times. It's good she has someone to take care of her." 

"'Course, ma'am."

Frank made one more quick phone call before he heard you moving. He rushed to you only to find you frantically searching for work clothes.

"Easy there, darlin'. Your presentation got postponed. You got two days off now."

"What? How?"

"I called your boss. Told her you were sick."

"You did what?!" You were surprised and angry.

"Relax. She said you could take your sick days. You go back to bed and get some rest."

"Really?" A huge weight just dropped off your shoulders. "Thank you, Frankie." You were relieved and grateful.

Ding. Dong.

"Who the hell is that?" you wondered aloud.

"Lemme get that. You go back to bed," Frank said, already halfway to the front door.

You were feeling better, but still in pain, so you crawled back to bed and waited for Frank.

"Who was it?" you asked, curious.

"Just a friend of mine," Frank replied as he handed you a package of pain meds. "A combat medic. He knows his way around this stuff."

"I thought you took care of the drug dealers, not became friends with them," you quipped, the first hint of humour in your voice all day.

Frank chuckled. "Anythin' for you, sweetheart."

You smiled at Frank, feeling grateful for his presence in your life.

You looked at him, trying to read his expression. "Frank, what does that mean? Anything for me?"

He hesitated for a moment as if weighing his words carefully. "It means I'll always be there for you, no matter what. I'll protect you, take care of you, and never let anythin' happen to you. You're important to me, more than you know."

You felt a warm sensation spread through your chest, and you couldn't help but smile. "You mean a lot to me too."

Your heart swelled with emotion as he leaned in and kissed you gently. "I'm not good with words, but I hope you understand," he whispered.

As Frank pulled away from the kiss, he looked at you with a tenderness that melted your heart. "You should rest," he said softly.

But you didn't want to be alone. "Will you stay with me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course, darlin'," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shifted over in bed, making room for Frank to join you. As he settled in next to you, you snuggled up against his chest, feeling safe and protected.

"You know," you said after a few moments of silence, "I never expected to find someone like you."

Frank tightened his arm around you. "What do you mean?"

"I mean someone willing to go to such great lengths to take care of me and protect me. Someone so kind and gentle but also so strong and fierce. You're everything I never knew I needed."

Frank's lips curved into a soft smile. "I feel the same way, darlin'. You're the one thing that makes everything worth fighting for."

You sighed contentedly, feeling more at peace than you had in a long time. As you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Frank's arms, you knew that no matter what the future held, you and Frank would face it together.

For years, Frank had been haunted by nightmares, unable to find solace in anything. But with you by his side, he felt a glimmer of hope that he hadn't felt in ages.

[starsm00n]

Is he a scary man covered in blood? Or is he my baby girl? Spot the difference

[dlivee]

Jon Bernthal:

• One of the biggest zionists in Hollywood and a massive supporter of the IDF

• Supports domestic abuser Shia LaBeouf and had him on his podcast to start his redemption tour

• Friends with sexual abuser Marilyn Manson

• Supports police fascism

• Worked with Roman Polanski post conviction

[thesuperheroesnetwork]

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[moonyflesh]

dating Logan Howlett would include…

WARNINGS: smutty. p in v, oral sex, fingering, breeding kink, orgasm teasing/control, mentions of aggressive/risky sex, (language, obviously), etc. - [🔞]

CHARACTERS: James “Logan” Howlett (MARVEL/X-MEN/WOLVERINE)

🐾 .*.. 🩹

- possessive smacks on the ass when you pass him in the hall.

- all talk, but no bite (he would never actually hurt you).

- routine scalp massages (on both ends), usually ending in you both being passed out on the other’s bed.

- having to label what food is yours, or he will eat it.

- constantly scolding him for his chapped lips…where he continuously looses the chapsticks you graciously lend him (he always buys you more).

- playful banter that usually ends with you bent over whatever flat surface is nearby.

- having to get used to loud chewing. i mean, it’s Logan. what do you expect?

- not much physical show of affection in public- that’s reserved for behind closed doors. (an occasional press of his lips to your forehead, or his hand on the small of your back is as far as he’s willing to put on display for the student’s prying eyes).

- thriving off of each other’s warmth at night- tangled up in each other under some thin duvet.

- country, bluegrass, and old as fuck music. don’t you dare even think about turning on “that shitty music you like so much” around him.

- being turned on by your makeup on him in some way— lipstick prints smeared along the collar of his white t-shirt- your mascara running down your face and smearing onto his fingers when he wipes it off.

- (^) just you making an absolute mess on him in general. he fucking loves it.

- needing to take sharp intakes of breath in between his kisses, since he physically can hold his breath for much longer than the “average mutant”.

- rough, meaningful sex. there is no such thing as a ‘quickie’ in his book. he wants to savor your moments of vulnerability.

- more teeth than tongue. he wants to feel how you squirm under him when his canines sink into your lips, shoulders, and inner thighs.

- (^) lovebites and hickeys. you’re not allowed to leave the house unless there’s something that’s marking you as taken. as his.

- wearing his clothes when he’s gone for long periods of time.

- long motorcycle rides, usually at night. (he makes you wear a helmet and plenty of protective leather, much to his enjoyment).

- soaking in your scent. he always knows when your needy. he can smell it on you.

- oh, and he smells like cedar wood and pine. Maybe a bit of cigar smoke- his natural sweat smell he can’t seem to get rid of? Something Iike that.

- (^) him going absolutely feral when he can smell himself on you- his cologne, cigars- just his general aura on you is such a massive turn on for him.

- lots of loving nips and kisses, though. constantly has his lips pressed against the nape of your neck or crown of your skull.

- sleeps with you in his arms. no way in hell you’re allowed to wake up before him.

- face sitting. he wants every pound of you on his mouth and nose, his arms wrapped up and around your thighs, pushing your cunt into his tongue.

- wanting to feel good too. no matter how hard he’s been going down on you, he wants release, too.

- praise. lots of shrewd language and name-calling.

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“fuck, that’s my good fucking girl- you’re doing so good, sweetheart- so pretty all sweaty and wet cuzzah’ me, huh?”

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- face fucking. he’ll stop no matter how close he is to his peak if you need him to, but he wants it so far down your throat. and you better swallow every last drop.

- breeding kink? idk i just feel like he’s super into seeing you carry his kid (only when you’re ready, though. he of all people knows what a big deal pregnancy is).

- decent aftercare. he at least puts some amount of effort into it; probably brings you a glass of lukewarm water, a damp towel from his bathroom, maybe one of his t-shirts if he thinks of it.

- expect to wait a while for him to say “i love you” back. he’s been hurt. too many times. he loves you, he breathes you, he craves you. he just doesn’t know if he’s ready to actually admit that to himself yet, let alone to you.

[parasikt]

doing some doodling and experimenting

[2kiran]

18+ M!READER

“There you go, good boy.” His hand cups your jaw, his lips ghosting over your own before they settle on your cheek. He simply looked too good, acted too nice, and you weren’t able to resist. His tongue lazily drags all the way to your neck, latching onto a sweet spot as he teasingly rolls his hips.

You shudder, your hands curling around his thighs. “Stop callin’ me that—” you’re cut off by your own groan when he suddenly grounds down against your clothed cock. He softly chuckles, the husky timbre muffled. “Why, don’t you like bein’ told you’re good?” He grinds in small, tantalizing circles, paired with a harsh bite, “My good boy. C’mon, take everything I give you.”

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

hope you having a good day/night 💘

frank having a wet dream (i’m not a native speaker i’m not sure if it’s called this, i’m sorry) about reader and when it’s just about to endddd….reader wakes him up cos obviously he was grunting, sweating and moving a lot in his sleep so she thought he was having a nightmare and she’s worried about him…(my horny brain just died here so i’m leaving the rest of it to you)

a/n: this maaaaaaaannnn 🫠

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“Frank? Baby, wake up,” your sprawled-out fingers gently swept over his broad shoulder, “it’s okay, it’s just a nightmare.”

On a sharp intake of oxygen, Frank stirred from his slumber. Blinking open his dark eyes to see you staring back at him, your cheek smooshed against your pillow, only a second passed before his touch slid up to the sides of your face as he longingly let his forehead melt against your own. 

“Wow,” you uttered softly as he crawled closer, “are you okay?” 

“Mhm,” he hummed gravelly before crashing his lips against yours. 

Out of pure surprise, a palm came up to press against his chest as you grasped the first sliver of a break to tilt your head back enough to search his eyes in the low moonlight, “Frank?”

“It wasn’t a nightmare,” his thumb brushed across your cheekbone as his gaze all but ate you up. 

“Frank, you don’t have to act all tough around me, you know that–,” but the rest of your sentence fell from your lips as he rolled on top of you and the palpable tent in his boxers pressed against your thigh, “oh…” heat swiftly began to rise in your cheeks, “not a nightmare, got it,” a small chuckle bubbled out of you, “I guess I’m sorry then for waking you up.”

“It’s alright,” he dipped down to press a kiss to your jaw, “dreams are fun and all,” his pecks slowly began to migrate further south, “but I’d much rather have the real deal,” holding onto the covers that draped over you both, he flashed you a small smirk before his head disappeared beneath it.

“Frank…” you let out a laugh as he moved down your body, caressing your curves before his head settled between your soft thighs, “was it about me?” you held the top of the duvet up for you to see him, “did you have a sex dream about me?”

Cocking his head, he said, “why do you sound so surprised?” and pressed a hot kiss to the very top of your inner thigh, “they’re always about you.”

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[thirstybitchs]

…. Do I even need to say their names?

[lemon-world1]

Of fathers and daughters

Can´t believe I´m doing this. I have like a million Frank Castle x Reader series drafts on my pc and I really struggle to finish any of them, bc I doubt they´d be any good and I would literally shit myself if I got any bad feedback. But I did finish one short one-shot and I feel like I wanna put it out there. All of my thanks goes to the loveliest @grippingbeskar, who is not only my fave Frank writer, but also encouraged me to do it. So here it is, Koda, this is for you, my very first published fanfic. If it sucks, don´t tell me.  

Also, I´m not a native English speaker and I have no beta reader, so if any of you find any mistakes, let me know, PLEASE.  

Relationship: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader 

Word Count:  3139

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing, childhood trauma, angst, fluff, making out and no smut 

Summary: Reader and Frank have a late night talk about their past lives. 

It is past 2 pm when you hear your phone vibrate. It isn´t unusual though. For the past eight months you got used to the muffled sound, as the person on the other side of the line would call more and more often. It was always during night, only once during the day which was on your birthday and it was always from a different number. You and the person behind those numbers became closer and closer overtime. Nowadays, you could even say that you were hopeful to hear your phone ring. But who is the person behind it? None other than Frank Castle himself, or as others call him ´The Punisher´. Although, when you talk on the phone, he´s Pete, and when he shows up at your doorstep covered in blood and bruises smelling of sweat and gunpowder, he´s just Frankie to you.  

As you pick up the phone, you still sound sleepy, but for some reason you think he enjoys it. Why else would he only call you at night? Well, apart from the fact that he is who he is.  Every time you say a simple slumberous ´hello´, you can hear him exhale and it takes him a few seconds to greet you back. That´s how you can tell. But you´d be a lying to yourself, if you wouldn´t admit you enjoy his raspy voice as well. You actually enjoy more than that. It´s his presence that makes you shiver, the nickname ´sweetheart´ he throws your way from time to time forces you to think of sinful things, the gentle touch on your lower back when you descend the fire escape stairs together gets butterflies in your stomach, and all those simple gestures he makes, make you weak at the knees.  

Your friendship became tighter every time he came seeking shelter or needed help stitching up. But it never was more than just a friendship. From time to time, he would spend the night on your cloud couch, getting a bit of good night's sleep, which he never got in his own bed. Maybe it was because your couch was the softest and comfiest place that he ever slept in. Or it might be due to the fact that he could hear you breathing steadily from behind your bedroom door, making him sure, you were sleeping safe and sound. The day you met him, you already knew he´s about to confuse both your head and your heart. Later on, you realized you really do have feelings for him, you just haven´t admitted those feelings to him. How could you, though? His actions made it pretty clear he wasn't looking for any kind of relationship. He´s the Punisher after all. He lives to kill the dirty scumbags of New York's underworld, he doesn´t have a place for love in his heart nor his schedule. So, the only thing you could do is to keep it to yourself and settle with just being a friend when he needs one.  

“Hello?” you ask neutrally, not knowing if it´s really Frank calling you.  

“Hmm...”  

There it is, the little sound of enjoyment, it´s him.  

“Hey sweetheart. Sorry for waking you...” 

“It´s alright, I was hoping to hear from you, you´ve been MIA for a while.” 

“I know... but I´m back in town.” 

“You are? When did you get back? Are you hurt?”  

“No, no, I´m good. Came back two days ago. I... I just, had to make sure no one´s at your tail”  

“Should there be someone following me?” 

He laughs. “I hope not, but you know. It´s precaution.” 

“So, who did you mess with this time?” It comes out more sarcastically than you meant it to. And you know he´d never tell you any details, so you realize it was a useless comment. 

“I´m sorry, I didn´t mean to...” You start apologizing, but he interrupts quickly. 

“I know, don´t worry ´bout it, sweetheart. I made sure no one comes knocking on your door.” 

“So why are you calling, Pete?” You ask nervously, not knowing what to expect. 

“I... uh... Could I come by?”  

“Now?” You sound surprised and he immediately thinks you´re going to reject him. 

“Fuck, uhm, I know it´s late. I´ll stop by some other time.” 

“No, Pete, please, you´re welcome here anytime, you know that. Let me just get out of my pajamas.”  

“Alright.”  

You hang up the phone and quickly get out of bed, run to your closet with the lights off, knowing he´s probably watching from the roof opposite to your building. You grab comfy sweatpants and one of your soft lounge long-sleeved tops and hurry to brush your teeth. As you walk to the kitchen, you hit the lights on as a sign for him. A few moments later, there is a soft knock on your balcony door. You draw the curtains and you see him standing there with a small bouquet of white freesias.  

“Hey.” He says with a shy smile but worry written all over his face while he´s handing you the flowers. He looks unusual. His eyes are puffy and underlined with red, his brows are frowned and his cheeks are blushed, but not in a flirty kind of way, more in a ´it´s freezing out there and I spent the last couple of hours crying my eyes out´ kind of way. It´s a look of a broken, desperate man. As you let him in, you notice he´s walking slowly. You´re observing his movements for any injuries, but there aren´t any.  

“Thank you, you didn´t have to buy me flowers... Are you alright, Frankie?” You can see he is anxious, he is doubting if he should be here, so you welcome him with a warm smile.  

What you don’t know yet, is that it was his daughter´s birthday, and he spent the last six hours kneeling in front of her grave, rain falling down on him, washing away all his sorrow.  

“I... uh, it was Lisa´s birthday yesterday.” he goes quiet, looking at his feet, he realizes he´s covered in mud and his clothes are soaking wet from the rain. Shit. You think to yourself. Not because you care about the wet floor, but because you know that there´s no such bandage for this kind of wound.  

 “Ahh, shit, I´m sorry to show up like this, I came straight from the cemetery.” He takes off his shoes, but his wet clothes are still dripping on your wooden floors.  

“You should get changed or you´ll catch a cold, Frank. I had some of your old clothes cleaned, although some stains wouldn´t go off.” 

“You did? Thanks.”  

You lead him to your bedroom and reach to the closet for his pile of clothes – black long-sleeved T-shirt, socks, grey sweatpants you bought for him in case he came all bloody after a fight and a blue flannel he lend you when you were cold on the rooftop. You remember that night too well. It was the first night you met, you took him there, to drink coffee as a “thank you” for saving you. The night when you had realized who he was under the long hipster hair and bushy beard. Surprisingly, you didn´t mind his past at all, you felt safer with him than with anyone else and you two ended up talking up there till the sun came up.  

“Here,” you hand him the clothes and a dry towel and show him to your bathroom, “I´ll be in the kitchen.” You walk away to turn the coffee machine on knowing that the conversation is going to be bitter and exhausting, but your coffee somehow always makes him feel better. He comes out quietly as you´re making him a strong double shot of espresso and within a second, he is behind your back pulling you into a strong hug. You turn in his embrace now standing face to face when hot streams of tears began to run down his cheeks. He buries his face between your neck and shoulder and squeezes your body, which in comparison to his large figure is very tiny, and he lets it all out. You let him be like that until he´s got no more tears left to cry.   

You finish making coffee and move your conversation to the living room. Now you´re both sitting on each end of your sofa, as you listen to him recollecting his old life while your heart silently breaks for him. It´s not that he hasn´t talked about his family before, he did that very often actually, but he never cried and he never shared so much at once. Usually, it was only glimpses of what he and his family used to do on holidays, or which Maria´s meals he liked and how the kids used to play.  

“I couldn´t protect them. I thought by serving overseas I was protecting them, but the only danger they were in was brought by me. Me coming home, doing my job, knowing things we did there, that´s what got them killed. When I got home from the last deployment, I was so fucking tired. I couldn´t even spend time with them. My son Frankie wanted to throw ball, he begged me to play, but I would snap at him. I got angry; I yelled I´m too tired. I saw the hurt in his eyes but I didn´t care. The same was with my baby girl. She was too old for me to tuck her in, but she asked anyway, she wanted her daddy to read her to sleep. One Batch, Two Batch. Penny and Dime. Her favorite. But I didn´t. I denied them something they were waiting to happen for months. Hell, I couldn´t even take my wife to bed... I think she understood why, she always did. I took them for granted, told them we would do it tomorrow. But there was no tomorrow, not for them. They were supposed to outlive me, I was the one who didn´t deserve to live. I didn´t, for all the things I did overseas... I was supposed to pay for it. You know, I used to believe that after I kill every single bastard who had something to do with their death, someone would finish me off too. I hoped for it. I felt like there was nothing else left for me. I lost them, I lost myself. I thought that was it. The end for me... But somehow, I don´t believe the same thing today. You changed it for me. You know, the night I saved you from the motherfuckers who attacked you in the alley, that´s when I knew I had to live. Since that night, I haven´t felt once the need to give up fighting or not to stand up and hit any shitbag once more, not even when I knew had enough. You made me realize that this is who I am now, that I can let myself be what no one else can be.” 

You can feel his eyes on your body, but you don´t look up. Hearing those words from him was something you thought you could never have in your life. Someone to protect you, care about you.  

“Frank,” you were near the point of bursting into tears, “I know you think you failed at being a good father and husband, but I hope that one day you´ll understand that what happened at the carousel doesn´t define you and your commitment to your family. You fed them, dressed them, loved them, you raised your kids believing that this country is safe for them. It´s the government that failed protecting them. It´s the government that stinks of fraud and should take responsibility for what happened. And those times you denied them something they wanted? You were simply being human, you just got home from a place with no rest, you fought with your body and soul. We all get tired and frustrated from time to time and they surely understood why you were acting the way you did. It doesn´t make you a bad parent or husband. It doesn´t make you a bad person. It just makes you human.” You both go quiet for a minute or two to absorb all the things that were said.  

“I never told you about my family.” You speak quietly. 

“I don´t know my father. I know who he was, but don´t remember him. He died when I was one. He hung himself.” Frank lifts his head, his eyes go even darker than they already were and his breathing almost stops.  

“Actually, I have never told anyone before. I´m not very proud of my background. My father had two other kids from previous marriage and my mom wouldn´t approve of them. He did his best to take care of them, but struggled anyway. Not having enough money to take care of his kids brought him to drinking a lot. When I was born, the burden he was carrying got even heavier. My mother was still living with her parents, because she didn´t have money to move out. She didn´t want him to move in with his other two kids and she said she wouldn´t help him take care of them. Eventually, she gave him an ultimatum to choose between them and us. He knew it was bullshit, but she was always stubborn and selfish. He couldn´t choose, so he chose neither. He couldn´t take it anymore and he killed himself.” You take a moment to breathe, but you know you have to keep talking, otherwise you´ll break into tears.  

“I didn´t know any of that growing up, though. I had a terrible relationship with my mother. She treated me like she hated me and I couldn´t understand why. After my father died, she had a boyfriend, they were together for 13 years, but he never really cared about me, he often yelled at me. I hated the guy, I hated how he treated us, I hated their relationship, because they would argue all the time. When I was fifteen and went to high school, I moved to a dormitory, because it was too far from my village to commute every day. I worked part time jobs to save my own money for the university. At that time, I decided to contact my two step siblings, I was curious what happened to them, I never met them and my mother never spoke of them. I only knew about them from my aunt and grandma. My mother always fed me lies, about dad´s death, she kept saying he died of a heart attack. But when I spoke more with my step brother and sister, we´d eventually tackle the topic of our dad. They were the ones who told me what really happened, how he died and it broke me. I couldn´t believe my mother would be so selfish to give him such ultimatum, that she wouldn´t support him when he struggled. She made it even worse for him and that´s what made him kill himself. Her wrong decisions, her not being a supportive partner, that took him away from me. Only after learning that, I finally understood why she was always so bitter all those years. As if she blamed me for being the reason for him to give up his life. So, I made my mission to get as far as possible from her and when the time came to pick a university, I was lucky to get a scholarship at NYU. After graduation I packed my stuff and flown here all the way from Europe. I never went back since.”  

You have a lump in your throat, tears start spilling down your cheeks, but you feel such a relieve to have said that for the first time in your life.  

“Shit, sweetheart. I´m so sorry.” He is next to you in a second, pulling you into his embrace, wiping hot salty tears from your face.  

“It´s all right Frank, I made my peace with it. I just wanted you to know, you have been much better parent than you think you were. I never heard my dad call me his baby girl or read me a book before sleep. I never got to know what he was like. Even though my aunt and grandma were the only ones who ever talked about him, and told me how good and kind he was, it wasn´t enough, because he gave up. But you never gave up, Frankie. You cared about them, you were there for them whenever you could and that is more than being “perfect” all the time. Whatever that word´s supposed to mean.” You chuckle and wipe your runny nose into your sleeve. 

You raise your palm and gently caress his cheek, wiping a single tear that escaped his beautiful dark eyes. “You´re my baby girl now.” He whispers and leans closer to you.  

You two were never this close to each other; he always kept his distance and would get nervous if he´d feel like he got too close for too long. But not tonight. Now he feels like he needed to close that distance, he wanted to do it for a while, but wasn´t sure if you feel the same way. You notice he is reconsidering the next step in his head, so you decide to help him. In an instance, your lips are pressing into his. His lips are moving slowly, gently, he is enjoying every second of it. You aren´t rushing either, you want to savor the plumpness of his lips and the taste of coffee you made him. Then, he adds tongue and when it meets yours, he grunts like an animal. Frank needs more, he wants to feel all of you. He pulls you up onto his lap, placing his hands on your hip bones and squeezing them tight. Your kisses are more passionate now and he goes to explore every piece of your body, he moves to place kisses on your collar bone, your neck and your chest. You can feel him getting harder as you slowly start riding in his lap. It drives him crazy, he hadn´t felt this way in a very long time. If this continues, he´ll strip your clothes off in a second and bring you to the state of total bliss in a matter of another second. But he couldn´t, not like this. He pulls away, but keeps his hands tight around your waist. Before he can say anything, you start panicking and apologizing. 

“Frank, I´m sorry, I shouldn´t have... I went too far and I... “He interrupts you immediately. 

“Hey, hey, sweet girl, it´s alright. I want this. Just... Not like this. We´ve got time.” 

You stare at him confused. 

“Let me take you to dinner first, sweetheart.”  

Forever the gentleman.

[shineesta]

Playing the Punisher yet being one of Hollywood's biggest proponent of copaganda and police fascism. Nuts.

[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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