this was not frank castle at all.

frank castle wasn’t built for things like this. he was built to sit in decrepit fields fertilised by the lifeless bodies of his former brothers, was built to be alone and bask in the solitude of the endless loss that plagued his god-forsaken life.

frank castle wasn’t built to sit in fields flourishing with buds of yellow and violet, wasn’t built to create living things that thrived off of the care his hands were responsible for; taking life was all the man knew. yet, when you gaze at him like he hung the sun and painted the blue sky with his bare hands, he can’t help but think there’s still more to this than just getting by.

he feels nervous again, like days of his past as he tried to woo any girl that would send those eyes his way— those exact eyes that find their way to his own when you’re up to no good; and he knows he shouldn’t, he knows that a life with him would be no life at all, but you just keep coming back to him.

frank could never explain it to anyone else. the way you set alight the embers in his gut whenever his lonely brain thinks of you. even now, he can’t stop staring at the way the floral sundress hugs your figure in all the right ways; can’t help how his sniper-trained eyes zero in on the tops of your breasts, hands twitching from the muscle memory tied to the way he’d caressed and squeezed the soft swells.

he’s almost jealous of the way the thin material kisses your body, how it wraps around the curve of your ass the same way his worn out palms do when you perch yourself onto his lap and ride him until he’s ready to fucking pass out and die a happy man.

yet, even as you twirl around and send the skirt of your sundress flying around your thighs, the former marine turned farmer is unable to prevent the way his cock stirs and begins to stiffen at the sight. perhaps it wouldn’t have him so weak if the realisation that you were missing an important article of clothing underneath said dress hadn’t dawned on him…

who was he kidding? panties or no panties, you had the man wrapped tightly around your little finger and were refusing to let go— and in all honesty? frank doesn’t think he’d ever want you to.

even as your lower lips peek out at him as if it were some game of ‘peek-a-boo!’ when you bend over to fish out the last of the food, frank castle can only will for his vulgar thoughts to remain at bay until at least after the both of you had eaten.

“there! i think we’ve got everything… what d’you think, frankie?” you ask, padding over to where he lounges back against the trunk of the tree you chose and plop yourself straight down onto his lap.

what hadn’t been so apparent while you were faffing about with making sure everything was perfect, was suddenly as clear as daylight now. the unmistakable hardening mass against your backside was difficult to miss, and you almost feel embarrassed at how your breath is so easily stolen at the connotations it held.

“yeah, looks good t’me, babydoll…” replies frank, although his eyes remain glued to where the skin of your inner thighs expose themselves to him. his voice is distant in a way that told you everything and nothing all at once.

“frankie, you’re not even looking at the spread!” you giggle, crawling off of his lap to grab a handful of the ripe, ruby-red strawberries.

it wouldn’t take a genius to know your intentions with the act. it would, however, take an idiot to allow you to crawl further than an arms length away from where you were so desperately needed.

the uneven placing of the skirt of your sundress had caused part of it to ride up, exposing the top of your mound to the ex-marine. it taunts him, pokes fun at how he could be so perverted to allow himself to look up your skirt instead of fixing the asymmetrical material.

“i hope you’re hungry… you have to try these strawberries i grabbed from the market!”

frank castle definitely is hungry— starving, even. he’s starving for the sweetness that always has him running back for more, his appetite growing every second he silently appreciates the view in front of him.

a firm arm wraps itself around your waist, hauling you back towards a chest that reminds you of home itself. you can feel his hardness to its full extent now, the sudden action causing the softness of your ass to be pushed back against him and the skirt of your dress to be bunched up above it.

“oh, m’certainly hungry, babydoll; y’think you’re slick, hm? think y’can wear that pretty, little dress without panties and get away with it? think that i’d let you get away with it?” he growls against your ear, your body tingling at the low baritone of his voice as it made its way to your core.

“i dunno what you mean, frankie… i just wanted to grab us some strawberries to—”

“don’t play dumb with me, pretty girl. teasing me with that fucking pussy? yeah, you know exactly what i’m talkin’ about.”

wasting no more time than necessary, frank flips you over onto your back and right down on the pink and white gingham print blanket. you silently beg him to not tear this dress the same way he’d done with several of your previous sundresses, your finger wiggling up at him to tell him a strict ‘no!’ when his hands grip onto the milkmaid neckline.

relenting, he instead brings his large palms to the skirt, bunching it up around your waist as you shuffle to help him out. it’s been so many months now and so many times he’s seen this exact pussy, but every time feels like the first time.

“fuck, y’know i say this every goddamn time but i swear to fuckin’ god, you have the prettiest, little pussy i’ve ever seen,” groans frank, fingers tracing little patterns over your mound and palms running up and down the backs of your thighs.

unable to help the sheepish grin plastered onto your face upon hearing his praising words, you quickly sit up on your elbows. “and it’s all yours, frankie…”

upon those words spilling out of your mouth, frank castle is now a man possessed. possessed by lust and love, possessed by the desperate need of burying himself deep inside you and burrowing a home out of something that was never meant to be his.

swiftly, he pulls his jeans down along with his boxers and his cock bounces up to greet you; for more than one reason, you don’t think you’ll ever grow tired of these moments, of the moments that show you how much frank needs you as much as you need him.

you certainly don’t think your poor pussy could ever get used to him either. despite how much of a fight your tightness puts up in protest against frank’s delicious girth, attempting to suffocate his cockhead with all its might, it could never let frank go.

“shit— fuck, babydoll, that’s it. relax for me— hey, look at me,” his voice is strained but soft as he holds himself above you on one hand, the other searching for yours. “that’s it, hold my hand. i’m right here, it’s just me— it’s just your frankie, babydoll.”

your frankie.

not anyone else’s, but your frankie. you wish that you could tell him how much he means to you, wish that you could tell him how much you love him and then some, but your little moans and whimpers would have to do for now.

“pretty girl, wearin’ that pretty, little dress for me; y’wear it just to tease me, hm? to show off that pussy of yours in hopes that i’d fuck you right here, out in the open where anyone could find us?”

your grip around his hand tightens in agreement, your head nodding up and down as he moves ever so slowly, dragging his length in and out of you as if trying to recall every texture of your walls.

“y-yes, frankie!… want—wanted to s-surprise you,” you gasp out, punctuating your words in time with his increase in pace. “w-want them all t-to know i’m y-yours… and y-you’re mine!”

rough fingers and palms clutch at your hips with bruising strength, strength that you know could so easily put you in the ground just as they had done to many before—

no. frank castle could never hurt you. he would rather die a thousand times than hurt you.

“fuck— i’m yours, babydoll; y’had me from the moment we met.”

his thrusts had grown frantic soon after, whispers and murmurs of sweet, filthy nothings bridging the gap between your cries and his grunts.

“…f-frankie, ‘m close! p-please— i wanna cum with you, frankie,” you plead, fingers tangling with his sweat-dampened locks in search of the soft browns of his eyes.

“gonna fill up that pretty pussy, huh? y’gonna walk around with my cum drippin’ down these pretty, fuckin’ thighs?” he teases, barely holding out before commanding, “that’s it, that’s my girl— cum with me!”

there’s nowhere frank castle would rather be than buried to the hilt inside you, nowhere he’d heard sounds anywhere as sweet as yours whenever he’d take you over the edge. even as you milk him of all his spend, gasping and clinging to him to anchor you, he knows for a fact that there’s more left for him in life than devastation and destruction.

as frank slowly pulls away, the feeling of his cum dripping and cooling as it slides down to the blanket below makes you bashful as you giggle; that giggle, the one he loves so much and wishes to never stop hearing.

"Can I sit here?"

Din startled. He had been glaring holes into the metal table at the cantina for so long he almost forgot there were other people around. He was in between bounties. Waiting for Karga to come up with something worth his time.

He nodded at the seat across from him which you fell into. He would usually say no, preferring to be left alone, but you were hardly a threat. Young and apparently unarmed. You looked stressed. Eyes darting all over the room. Were you in trouble?

"Thank you." You tapped your fingertips on the table. "My ex is here and I don't want him to see me alone."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No." You stare down at your lap. "I just don't want to talk to him."

That made sense, but Din couldn't understand why you were talking to him specifically. Most people feared Mandalorians. He expected you to want to hire him or ask him to kill your ex. You glanced over your shoulder. Din followed your gaze, identifying the man in question, an arrogant looking human with his arm around a girl with her back to you both.

"I'll leave you alone in a minute." You turned your attention back to him. "What's your name, sir?"

"Mando." He grunted. You replied with your name. Din's ears perked up when he heard it. The sound of it echoing in his mind. He had never heard such a name before. "Have you ever seen a Mandalorian before?" Din couldn't help but ask.

"Is that what you are?" You felt embarrassed at his amused tone. "Am I supposed to bow or something?"

Din chuckled, which came out as a crackle through the voice coder. "No. But people tend to stay away from me because- because we're killers."

"Oh." You swallowed a gasp. It never occurred to you to be afraid. "I didn't know. I've never been off world."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You snapped your head up to see your ex standing over you, an angry look on his face. "I thought you didn't like going out."

"I-I can go where I please!" You jut your chin out.

"Fucking bitch. You're just spying on me, aren't you?" Your ex spat. Din clenched his fist, not liking the way this bastard was speaking to you. He could easily break this man's arm and hardly break a sweat.

"I'm not!" You cried shrilly. "I didn't know you'd even be here."

"What are you doing with him?" Your ex turned to Mando with a sneer. "Tryin to make me jealous?"

"Obviously it worked." You glared. "Now go away."

"No hang on- you're gonna come with me and we're gonna talk."

"I think it's time for you to go." Din rested his hand on his holster, his voice impossibly low. You shivered in your seat.

"Whatever." The man gave up, backing up a little. "Good luck with this one, Mando. She's a prude."

You looked down in shame feeling angry tears sting your eyes. It was hard to believe you once loved this asshole. Din felt his temper flare in his chest. Your ex finally left, looking over his shoulder a few times to watch you and Din.

"I'm sorry." You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I'll leave you alone now."

"I don't mind." Din said, surprising himself. He hated seeing you so upset. He thought about going up to that bastard and putting a hole in his chest, but that wouldn't make you feel better. "Can I get you something?"

"I don't know." You looked up at the bar trying to read the menu overhead.

"What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?" Din joked, hoping to see you smile. It worked. You let out a small giggle into your hand that made Din's heart constrict strangely. He ordered you a Tatooine Sunset.

"You don't want one?"

"No. Thank you." Din hesitated before adding "I don't remove my helmet."

"Ever?" Your eyes widened.

"Not in front of people."

"Oh." You took a small sip. "It's really yummy. Thank you."

Din noticed the prick from earlier still watching you both. "Come over here, ad'ika." He tapped the seat next to him.

"Why?" You asked, looking up from your cup.

"Because that nurf herder is watching us."

"Oh." You frowned, moving to sit next to Mando.

"Lean into me."

"Like this?" You asked again, tilting your head onto his cold beskar paldron.

"Yes. Good." Din nodded, enjoying the look of anger that passed over that bastard's face. "Sit closer."

"I-I am." You blushed, moving until your legs were pressed against him. He wasn't super comfortable with all the metal.

"On my lap, ad'ika." Din patted his thigh. He was being bold but something about your instant trust in him made him want to hold you closer. Feel your soft body on his. You go bright red as you stand and then perch on his knee. His gloved hand covered your lower back.

"Look at him." Din instructed, smirking behind his helmet.

"Oh he's so mad." You giggled. "This is fun, mando."

"It is, ad'ika." Din couldn't' help but agree.

"Wh-what does adeeka mean?" Your tongue got caught on the syllables.

"It means 'little one'."

"I'm-i'm not a child." You frowned, ducking your head. A weak objection as you were sitting in his lap right now.

"It's not just for children." Din placed another arm around your legs, pulling them more securely onto his lap. He regretted that he was in full armor because he could not feel you but that was also probably a good thing or else he'd be hard. You smelled divine.

"Mando he's still staring." You whispered against his cowl which was surprisingly soft.

"Shall we make him even more uncomfortable?"

"Mhm." You nodded, kissing Mando on his cool beskar helmet, where his cheek would be. "How's that?"

"You can do better than that." Din encouraged, enjoying the little game.

"Oh yeah!" You grinned, feeling your competitive spirit rising. "How about this?" You lowered your head, leaning against his neck, kissing him through the cowl. You could feel his warm neck and strong pulse against your lilps. He swallowed hard, his hand tightening over your thigh.

"We should walk out now. Really make him jealous." Din suggested, mostly to stop you from giving him a full on erection.

"Oh yeah." You hopped off his lap, taking his large leather clad hand in yours. "Come on."

Once outside in the warm sun you laughed at your antics. You had never had so much fun. You used to fear your ex. He was mean and cruel. You felt safe now that you had Mando. You tried not to worry what would happen when Mando was gone. Din watched you hungrily, beaming up at him, your face lit up in the daylight. He subtly turned off his tracking view in his visor so he could just see you without any distractions on his screen.

"Thank you Mando."

"You're welcome." He let go of your hand making your face fall. "What's wrong?"

"I want to keep playing."

"What do you propose?" Din felt his cock twitch behind his flight suit.

"I think he would be really jealous if I had marks on my neck." You suggested boldly. Din shook his head in disbelief.

"You are not a prude, you know that? I'm sorry he said that to you."

"I was only a prude with him. He was ugly." You grimaced but recovered. "You're beautiful, Mando, and I want- I want you. Not just to make him jealous but I want you."

"Oh Ad'ika..." Din chuckled. "We can do both."

This led to Din taking you in the alleyway behind the cantina. First he knelt down between your legs and fingered you until you were dripping into his hand. He wanted to watch your little cunt squeeze and flutter. Your little mewls grew louder and louder until you came with a cry. Din loved how innocent you were. You didn't even know how to be quiet. You didn't hide your pleasure. He hoped your shitty ex was listening. Hearing your sounds that he never got to draw from you.

Next he stood lifting you up with ease onto his hips. You were already delirious from your first orgasm you shot up to the stars when he entered you. You tightened your legs around his waist, holding onto his broad shoulders. All thoughts of being seen or herd left your mind. You were overwhelmed, Mando pushing into every corner of your senses along with your pussy.

"Fuck..." Din grunted, feeling your hot walls suck him to the hilt. It had been so long he realized how sensitive he was. And you were so tight. He held your ass up, pulling it to grind into him with every stroke.

"Oh Mando!" Your head fell back against the wall. "This-it's so good."

"Mmm you feel amazing, ad'ika. So fucking perfect." Din watched your face slacken with the pleasure he was giving you, your plush lips teasing him. He wanted to feel them. He wanted to put his lips over every inch of you. Your eyes were drooping, staring right into his visor.

"Stay with me, little one. Look- look at us." He fucked harder, leaning back slightly despite the ache in his lower back, watching the point where your flesh met. Your little swollen clit was sitting right on top of his dick, smashing against his pelvis with every stroke.

"Oh-Maker-I'm gonna cum again." You cried, scrabbling against his shoulders for better leverage. You wanted to fuck him back. Din readjusted his grip allowing one hand to be free to circle your clit.

"Who's making you cum?"

"You! You, Mando!" You cried feeling your stomach go incredibly tight then spasming with your orgasm.

"You think anyone else could make you feel this?" Din sped up also nearing his own climax. His voice was rough and torn up, cracking and stressing the voicecoder.

"No-no one else!" You answered eagerly, wanting to please him. "I don't want anyone else."

"Good girl. Fuck- you want to be mine?" He felt his cock twitching. He was seconds away from cumming inside of you. This was the last chance to pull out.

"I want to-be yours- please." You nodded vigorously, looking up at him so he could see you meant it. You dug your heels into his lower back. His grunts became short and quick with each thrust then he came abruptly, crashing his forehead against yours. You gasped feeling the spot where you were joined grow incredibly wet.

"Stars..." Din hissed feeling his pleasure prickle down his spine into his cock. "You mean it, ad'ika?"

"Yes. Show me the stars, Mando."

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