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punisher! frank castle x reader

he only visited when he knew you were with him. he knew what you wanted, what parts he had to kiss to get you excited. he knew you better than HIM.

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“you realize you cant just crash at my place whenever you want right?”

frank rolled his eyes, slamming his combat boots against your wooden coffee table. with his hands above his head he scoffed, lowering them to cross them on his chest.

“since when can’t i just crash here?”

“since i got a fucking boyfriend frank.”

his eyes never left yours. it didn’t matter how loud you screamed at him or how often you told him the same story, he never faltered from his stoic face. he watched you fidget with the hem of your hoodie, eyes staring into his skull. a smirk formed on his lips, laying his back against the soft couch.

at this point, you were irritated. it pissed you off how he managed to make his way into your apartment without any problems. how he could disappear for months a time without a notice but magically appear on your front porch acting like he had seen you just yesterday. that stupid smirk. you hated everything about him.

“that’s never stopped you from taking me in.”

“this time its different frank! i’m not your personal motel!”

with each comeback, the louder you got. the world around you didn’t matter right now. frank finally removed his shoes from the coffee table, getting up and making his way towards you. you eyes watched him move, each one of his steps causing vibrations on the floor.

“since when has a man ever stopped you from letting me in?”

his body was so close to yours, his breath smelling like iron from the open scar on his lip. he towered over you, looking down at you with some new found curiosity.

“since now. im tired of you disappearing and coming back only when you see i am with someone new.”

your voice has simmered down to a whisper, hardly being able to hold eye contact with him. a low chuckle escaped his lips, a hand gripping your jaw in place as his face came near to yours.

“don’t act like you don’t know why you let me in. acting like you don’t miss us.”

his spit the ‘us’, his eyes studying your face.

“tell me he knows you better than i do and ill leave you alone princess.”

your teeth grit against his strong grip. he didn’t soften his grip, his body completely still. he knew how to get you going, he knew that any man you ended up with would never know you as good as he did. he knew you’d instantly drop to your knees if he asked, no matter how long he’d gone without seeing you.

“he does. he knows how to treat me better, he knows how to please me.”

you’d never seen his face churn in the such a angry way. his eyebrows furrowed into his skull, eyes squinting as his lips turned into a frown.

“oh yeah? should i prove to you that i know you better sweetheart?”

the slow nod was all he needed before he had crashed his lips into yours. his hands were now on your hips, gently bruising your lower tummy from the intense grip. your hands were gripping his neck, his short buzzed hair tickling your fingertips. frank moved quicker than lightning, smashing your body into the wall behind you, gripping your legs as he continued his intense make out session.

soft moans, loud huffing and the shuffling of bodies was all that could be heard in the apartment. well that was until a knocking echoed throughout the apartment. “name?”

you froze, your body immediately tensing as frank continued kissing your neck.

“answer sweetheart.”

frank smirked as he licked your jaw, his hands never leaving yours body. all you could do was let out whimpers from his harsh kisses.

“o-one second!”

frank immediately dropped his hands from his body, backing up from your with a smile. you stared at him while you fixed your dissolved clothes. you stood still facing the door as you mentally prepared yourself.

opening the door, there was your boyfriend. some casual new yorker that had been working under the same engineering firm as you. he smiled softly at you as he walked into your apartment, looking around.

you shut the door, turning to see that frank had completely disappeared. of course he did. your new boyfriend went on about his day, telling you about the ‘crazy’ day he had. you simply replied with mhm’s and oh yeah?’s.

your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, your boyfriend not seeming to pay notice. he continued on before he ran to the bathroom. in that time, you checked your phone, gripping the phone tighter as you read the text on your screen.

‘frank c. - meet me at the bar tonight.’

you knew exactly what he was talking about. the bar you first met in. you bit your lip as you looked at your bathroom, then back to the text. the decision was rough, but you knew inside you missed frank more than whatever new boyfriend you kept getting every couple months.

after you broke up with your boyfriend, you sat on the couch. rereading his text as if it would change. he always managed to get you to break up with whatever man you were currently dating and clearly this time was no different.

all that was left was to see if he’d stay long enough to meet you at the bar this time.

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