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You got the call from your father’s doctor late on a Wednesday night. Your father had passed away from a heart attack. Those damn cigarettes, you think to yourself. The pain and grief hit you all at once, but something takes over as you move in autopilot. Purchasing your flight back to your hometown, taking the red eye tonight. You call your Grandma who’s been living with your dad, telling her your plans. She immediately jumps into planning mode too, the only thing she knows how to do, and gets funeral plans set up as she awaits your arrival. You have no one else to call, no immediate family other than Grandma Sue. You message a couple of your friends that you’re going to be going home for a while, not wanting to burden them with the reason why. You didn’t want them feeling bad for you. Then making the last call to work telling them what happened. Your boss tells you to take the rest of this week and the next at least. You stuff a bunch of clothes in a suitcase and get ready to head out. 

Early Thursday morning the uber drops you off at your childhood home. It looks exactly the same. The mailbox, the porch swing, the shutters, the edge of the big back yard you can see slightly. The screen door swings open and your grandma steps outside. You walk up to her, and just collapse in her arms, sobbing. Though you and your dad hadn’t been close in quite some time because of you moving to Florida for college when you were 18, he still had been the parent that stood up. You never expected to be fatherless at 24. 

“Let’s get ya inside honey.” Your grandma says rubbing your arms. 

The next few days fly by in a flurry of grief and quite honestly disassociating. You had shut your phone off and kept it in your childhood bedroom, the incessant buzz of random people calling you was just making things worse. And besides, all of the people who were really in your dad’s life already knew. They knew his celebration of life was on Saturday at the house. So everything else was just noise. 

Saturday morning rolls around and you groan getting out of bed. You just want this day to be over already. If it weren’t for your Grandma you would’ve just crawled back into bed and slept the day away. But you need to be strong for her, and celebrate your dad’s life. 

You shower and get ready. Doing your hair in big bouncy blow out curls and putting on some light make up, though you expect some of it to come off with the tears. You put on a black dress that hits right above your knees and slide on some black kitten heels. Smoothing out your dress as you look in the mirror. 

You blow out a breath and say “Miss you so much dad.” As you look behind you at the picture of him swinging you around as a kid. Your childhood bedroom is filled with pictures of you, your dad and Grandma Sue. Then random paintings you made growing up. You chuckle at the artifacts and walk out of your bedroom. 

You hear you Grandma call out to someone downstairs “Frank Castle, you better come give mama a hug!” You stop in your tracks. 

Frank. Caste.

You hear the deep grumble of his laugh and that familiar voice you haven’t heard in years “Hi Sue. How ya holdin up?” 

Your breath catches. Their conversation continues but it’s blocked out by your thoughts. You haven’t seen Frank, your dad’s best friend, since you left for college six years ago. The man that practically raised you with your dad. You had this silly school girl crush on him, that lasted unfortunately until the day you left for college, also the last day you ever saw him.

You take a deep breath in and keep going down the hall, making it to the top of the stairs. Taking a step down, the stairs creek, and he snaps his head up at you, glancing over you. He’s carrying a bouquet of flowers. 

“There she is” he says smiling “there’s my girl.” 

Nope, the crush is definitely still there. Your heart is racing as you lock eyes with him. 

He reaches his hand out as you get further down the stairs. Your eyes are frozen onto his, as you make your way down. Your hand meets his coarse and callused one, time stops at the touch. Your brain practically short circuits and memories of your childhood with Frank and your dad flood your mind. How Frank was there for every milestone. Every school event, every growing pain. He even picked you up after prom when your high school boyfriend was caught kissing someone else. 

Once you make it to the floor level, he pulls you into a hug “Hey kid” he breathes out. 

“Hi Frankie” you barely get out, too overwhelmed by his scent and his arms, respectfully, wrapped around your waist. He gives you a squeeze and lets you go. 

“These are for you.” He hands you the white roses in your hand. 

“Thank you” you say quietly, looking down at your feet. You know they’re really for your father, but something flutters in your stomach at the idea of him buying you flowers just for you. 

You walk into the kitchen to put them in some water, already being bombarded with people here for the service. 

The service is beautiful, surrounded by your dad’s family, friends and neighbors, as you all gather in the backyard of your childhood home. For such a small house, your back yard stretches probably an acre, your dad loved the land. You can’t help but tear up at certain moments, but you still maintain a brave composure. 

As the service wraps up people head inside for a tiny reception. Basically just a barbecue. You make small talk with neighbors you haven’t seen since moving to Florida. Telling them about your post grad adult life in Florida and your boring adult job. Sitting with your Grandma and neighbor Ray at the patio table, your eye catches Frank’s as he stands across the yard with a beer in his hand chatting with one of his and your dad’s old buddy.

He winks at you and you quickly look away, heat rushing to your cheeks. Why does he still have this effect on you after all these years? And why are you feeling this way at your dad’s funeral?

Your Grandma and neighbor get up to start some of the clean up. And you just sit there glancing out into the yard, disassociating once again to memories with your father. Thinking about how as a child him and Frank would chase you all around this big backyard. 

Suddenly you feel this dark presence and a hand tap your shoulder. You look up and your eyes meet those familiar brown eyes you grew up looking into. 

“Can I sit here?” Franks head nods toward the open chair next to you. 

Snapping out of your daze, you stutter in response “uh yeah. Sure!” Heat already rising to your cheeks. 

He chuckles and plops down next to you, setting his beer on the table. 

“How you holdin’ up sweetheart?” He asks, looking at you intently, with that deep look he always has. 

“ ‘M alright, I guess.” You shrug “Didn’t know it was gonna happen this way y’now? And this soon too.”

“Yeah kid. I get it. He loved ya though. Always wanted the best for you. Still does, you know that though.” He says encouragingly. 

You just sort of nod at this and look back out to the yard, tempting to slip back into that empty space. 

“Heard you got some big job in Florida now huh?” He continues the conversation, causing you to come back to reality. 

You clear your throat “Um yeah. I’m a web analyst for a tech company.” You say fingers playing with your drink on the table.

He blows out a breath “Shit kid. Always knew you were smart but didn’t realize it was like that huh.” He chuckles, taking another sip from his beer. Your eyes linger a little too long at where the beer bottle meets his lips.

You giggle at the compliment “Oh Frank, stop. Don’t gotta be that smart for it.” You look down feeling slightly embarrassed.  You did work really hard to get where you were, but you can’t help but get all soft around Frank.

“You leave us for 6 years and come back with some fancy job. Come back lookin like this too..” He looks at you up and down, not in a suggestive way, just taking it all in.

“Yeah? Lookin like what Frank?” This causes you to raise your eyebrows. 

“Like a woman. A beautiful woman.” He says quietly, but his eyes never break from yours, so you know he means it. He couldn’t help but compliment you.  

“Frank…” you can’t help but fully blush at this and look down at your hands resting on the table. 

“Hardly recognized you when you came down the stairs.” He chuckled, tilting his head at you a little. As if seeing you at a different angle could take away how breathtakingly beautiful you are. That he would be able to go back to seeing you as just the little kid he knew before. Just as his best friend’s kid. Not this beautiful, young woman sitting in front of him. Who he felt like he didn’t even know anymore.

“Oh shut up Frankie! I don’t look that different.” You say, pushing his leg further away from you, causing his body to shift a bit. 

This causes him to laugh and his hands go up defensively “Ain’t a bad thing sweetheart.” 

You playfully roll your eyes and he puts his hands on his chest like he’s been hurt. 

After hours of sitting outside and catching up with Frank, the sun has set and mostly everyone has left. You shiver as the brisk night air nips at you. Frank reaches his hand over to rub your arm. 

“Let’s get you inside yeah? It’s getting late baby girl.” Frank says as his hand lingers on your skin.

FUCK. Butterflies and heat fly to your core at the use of this nickname. Why, why, why. Why can’t you act normal around this man. Why can’t you just have normal thoughts about him. 

You grab your empties and bring them inside. Finding Grandma still at the kitchen sink, cleaning up the rest of the dishes. 

“I was wonderin when you two were going to come inside.” Grandma Sue flashes both of you a smile, with the tiniest hint of something else behind her eyes. She definitely knew about your crush on Frank growing up, hopefully she doesn’t sense that the crush is still very much alive. 

Frank just chuckles and says “You know I had to catch up with our girl, mama. She’s been gone for way too long.”

“Oh don’t I know it” Your Grandma says and looks up at you playfully. 

You just laugh awkwardly and say to Frank “I can walk you out.” You say nodding your head towards the front of the house.

The front door isn’t super far away from the kitchen, and you know that Frank knew this house like his own. But you still wanted to be nice and show your guest out.

Frank clears his throat and says “You wanna come over for dinner tomorrow night sweetheart? Seeing as we’re both without immediate families now.” 

This causes you to get flustered “I-I uh I, nah. Prolly should stay just with Grandma.” Your cheeks are already red, you can tell.

“’s okay, Sue can come too.” He yells loud enough for her to hear. 

“Nope. I got bingo tomorrow night. Sorry sweets.” She yells back. 

You both chuckle at her response, nothing gets between her and her bingo.

“Right, so you really can’t say no, now.” he smirks at you, lifting his eyebrows up. 

“Uhh alright I s’pose I can come” you say, averting eye contact with him and looking at the floor. 

He grabs your chin so you look up at him. The touch alone making your knees weak. How you were still standing, you had no idea. 

“Looking forward to it. I’ll text you the details” He whispers, “get some sleep now princess.” he says letting go of your chin and slightly booping your nose with his index finger as he steps out of the front door. 

Once the door is closed you lean you back against it, letting out a long exhale. Never did you think coming home for your dad’s funeral would lead to you having dinner, alone, with his best friend, who is also your childhood crush. 

Still catching your breath from whatever that was, Sue calls out for you “Y/N, come help me finish cleaning up.” 

“Coming” you respond, jogging slightly into the kitchen. 

After cleaning up, you finally get up to your bedroom, sighing as you sit down on your bed. You finally grab your phone after going the whole day without it. You see hundreds of missed calls and texts from distant relatives or old friends asking about your dad and asking how you’re doing. 

But at the top is a text from Frank:

“Goodnight babygirl” 

Your heart rate picks up at this. You try to not squeal and bother Grandma. You get up and pace around your room. Pinching yourself. How is life real right now? First your dad dies, and now you’re going to be alone with his best friend.

Okay, okay, you tell yourself, just say goodnight back. He’s just being nice, he knows you’re going through a hard time. It doesn’t mean anything. 

You type back: “Goodnight Frankie” 

He instantly responds with the kissy face emoji. 

WTF! What the actual fuck, Frank? Do 40 year olds even know how to use emojis? You shake your head and throw your phone. Nope. You’ve had enough today. You’re also not 100% sure if you’ve been hallucinating all of this because of everything else going on. This is a tomorrow problem, for now it’s time for bed. 

You lie back on your bed and huff out a breath. Letting thoughts of Frank distract you until you are fast asleep.

You wake up to the feeling of Frank behind you, pressing his hard self to your ass. You gasp slightly, which quickly turns into a muffled moan as you push back into him. 

“Mornin’ sweetheart” Frank whisper growls in your ear in that deep sleepy voice. This send chills down your spine and heat to your core. 

“Good morning daddy” you coo back rubbing yourself further on him. 

He wraps his arms tightly around you, one around your waist and the other at your hip sliding underneath your sleep shorts. He makes wet, sloppy kisses up and down your neck. 

His hands slip further under your shorts, getting closer to your core. 

“Mmm Frankie.” You mumble, already submitting yourself to this bliss. 

“Yeah baby?” He replies, getting oh so close to that apex between your legs. 

“Want you Frankie” you almost beg trying to clamp your thighs together. Awaiting his hand to go further. 

Then, it’s gone. And Frank’s gone. He’s getting up out of bed. 

“Gotta start the day and go fix that light in the kitchen baby.” He says smirking at you. 

“Frankie!” You groan, rolling over. “Ugh. That was mean.” 

He just chuckles to himself as he walks out saying “See you later sweetheart.” 

Great, you thought to yourself, it was going to be one of those days. You were going to need a cold shower asap to get rid of this heat that has taken over your entire body. 

Frank didn’t stop the teasing there. Every touch of his today lingered. Every kiss was deeper. He even wore his tight black shirt and jeans that drove you crazy. When you bent over to grab something in the kitchen, he even did that thing where he thrusts his hips into you, pretending to fuck you. Then just returned to fixing the light saying “Sorry sweets. Gotta get this done.” Still smirking to himself. 

Oh buddy the wheels were turning in your head now. Thinking about how you were going to get Frank back for this. You usually don’t tease Frank, maybe occasionally if you wear an extra short skirt or something he likes. But never as bad as how he teases you. But today, you were going to change that. Show the punisher who’s boss, at least for tonight. 

As Frank finishes his work he sits down on one of your living room chairs, next to your sofa to watch some TV. This is really when the plan kicked into gear. You had to act nonchalant at first. 

You went into your bedroom to change into sweats and a t-shirt, grabbing a few zip ties from one of Frank’s bags. Stuffing them in your pocket you head out to the living room. You lay out on the sofa starting to watch whatever Frank had on the TV. 

A few minutes later Frank calls to you “Baby come sit with me” he pats his lap. The trap has been set now. 

You climb on top of him, facing away from the TV. Nuzzling your head into his neck as you wrap your legs around his waist. He rubs your back with one arm as the other rests on the arm of the chair. Perfect. 

As he keeps rubbing your back you reach into your pocket to grab one of the zip ties. Not doing anything with it yet though. 

You start pressing kisses to Franks neck, starting out sweet, but turning some into sloppy ones. Once in a while leaving a little love bite. 

“Mm” he grounds out. You can feel him growing hard underneath you. Heat instantly going to your core, but you had to stay focused. 

You look up at him as you slowly grind your hips into him. He looks at you with a bit of hunger in his eyes. He grabs your chin and pulls you into a wet, sloppy kiss. You both moan into each other’s mouths as you feel his tongue exploring your mouth. 

You loop the first zip tie, slipping it over his arm, not pulling it tight yet, he can’t know it’s there. You hold that arm down as you continue to make out and grind on him. You don’t want him to try to pull that arm to grab you yet. 

He pulls your head back with his one free arm, deepening the kiss. Shit, you thought as you almost get lost in the kiss. Almost there, gotta get the other zip tie around him. 

You feel his cock underneath his jeans, he’s so hard for you. You grab his other free hand and slam it down to the arm of the chair as you speed up your grinding. 

“Mmm someone’s needy” he chuckles, still thinking he has the upper hand. 

Your mouth connects with his, slipping the zip tie over his final hand. Then you quickly back up and pull both zip ties tight at once. 

“Oops.” You say, smirking up at him. 

He looks down at his arms then back up at you with surprise, pulling at the ties to try getting out. 

He huffs out a breath and says “Wow princess. What makes you think you can tie daddy up hmm?” 

“Oh maybe it was the incessant teasing you were doing to me. All day.” You say sweetly, batting your lashes at him. 

“Sorry Frankie” you giggle “but it’s my turn to return the favor.” 

You hop off of him standing up and grabbing his chin so close that your lips are almost touching. 

“I’ll be right back daddy.” You press a chaste kiss to his lips, he doesn’t bother to return the kiss as he just looks up at you with a slight glare. 

You walk into your bedroom heading to your closet to change. You just purchased a black lace lingerie set with tights that connect to the crotchless panties (you bought this with Frank’s credit card, of course). You originally meant to surprise him with this, but since he had been teasing you all day, it was only fair to tease him back with this. 

Before heading out of your room back to Frank, you grab your pink vibrator out of your bedside nightstand. 

You muster up all the confidence in the entire world as you saunter out to him. He looks up at you and his breath catches. His eyes scanning you up and down. 

“Hi daddy” you grin, doing a little twirl so he can see everything. 

“Oh baby..” He groans. 

You set the vibrator down on the table next to him, making a point to bend over and stick your ass out. Practically right in his face, but not close enough for him to be able to touch you, with his restrained hands. 

You walk back over to him, pushing his legs apart even more than they already are to stand in between them. 

“Princess you’re killing me.” He practically pants out. 

“Good.” Is all you say. You start to rub your hands up and down his chest. 

“Bad boys don’t get rewarded Frank. They only get punished.” You whisper in his ear, bending over, grazing your teeth over his ear. 

He just shivers as the glare is stuck to his face, but you can tell he is enjoying by the apparent tent in his pants and how dark his eyes are. 

You sit down on his lap again, making a point to be so slow as you press yourself to his now aching cock. 

“Haven’t been bad.” He gets out as you start kissing down his jaw and neck. 

“Mmm. I’d say different Frankie. Been teasing me since I woke up today. Trying to get me all worked up hmm?” You say lowering your head to kiss him.

He kisses you back hungrily, teeth clashing, his tongue everywhere. You let a moan escape as you continue grinding down on him. You’re already dripping as you continue, feeling the material of his jeans on your bare cunt. 

“You think I didn’t know” he whispers, “you think I couldn’t feel those zip ties going ‘round my arms baby? Think I didn’t see those wheels turnin in your head earlier” he chuckles. 

Your face now heats, damn, you think to yourself. Guess nothing gets past the punisher. 

“Nothin gets past me princess. But I’ll let you finish this lil show you’re puttin on. Tryin’ to prove yourself to daddy huh?” 

This lights a bigger fire in you. Oh now you’re pissed. Pissed that he knew the whole time. 

You get off of him and walk to the kitchen. Grabbing an ice cube and popping it into your mouth. Walking back to Frank, you get on all fours when you’re just a few feet away from him. 

You look up at him through your lashes and start crawling over to him, with the ice cube still in your mouth. He watches you like a hawk with his mouth slightly parted open. Every time he thinks you couldn’t get any sexier you go and do something like this to prove him wrong. 

Once you reach him, you slide your arms over his thighs until you reach the bulge in his jeans. Slowly palming him. He throws his head back and lets out a grunt. 

You undo his jeans, sliding them with his boxers down his legs a little bit. His thick, angry cock springs free. Already leaking with pre cum. 

You start to slowly jerk him off, his breathing picks up at this. You stick your tongue out and start licking up his pre cum. 

“Mmmmm” you draw out as you start to take him in your mouth. 

“F -fuck baby.” He says as his cock now comes in contact with the ice cube. 

You take him further into your mouth, sliding your tongue and the ice cube over his length. 

His hands go up and try to break out of the ties. You just continue to bob your head up and down his length, ice cube slowly melting.

“Shit baby. I-“ he goes mute, lost in this frustrated pleasure. 

His hips rut up a bit more as you continue. You can tell he’s starting to get close. But bad boys don’t get to cum.

You pull his cock out of your mouth with a popping sound. 

He throws his head back in frustration and groans. 

“Bad boys don’t get rewarded daddy, I’m sorry” you giggle as you move to grab your vibrator off the table. You settle in on the couch in front of him. Splaying your legs to him so he can see everything. 

“What are you doin now sweetheart?” He asks intently watching you.  

“Oh daddy, I’m going to use this on my sweet needy cunt. All while you watch, and can’t do anything about it” you smirk. 

He practically scoffs.

You bring the vibrator to your mouth, sucking on it slightly, your other hand grabbing your breast as you toy with your hard nipple. 

After wetting the vibrator, you let out a tiny gasp, looking Frank in the eyes. His eyes intently watching you, still got that glare on his face, even with his flushed cheeks. 

You turn the vibrator on circling it slowly over your nipples, letting out a whine. 

“Mmm Frankie” you moan. 

“Baby.. please” he groans. 

You just giggle at this. Sliding the vibrator down, spreading your legs further apart. Letting him see your glistening cunt through the crotchless panties. 

You tease yourself with the vibrator, circling around your cunt, until you get to your clit, touching it ever so slightly. At the contact you immediately throw your head back and sigh. 

You start circling it more intensely over your sensitive bud, going up and down from your entrance back to your clit. 

“Ah fuck” you let out. You already feel that warmth going to your stomach, that familiar pleasure building. 

“Mm Frankie, need you” you call out teasingly. 

“Yeah baby? That feel good? Touching yourself with your toy in front of daddy?” He responds, still trying to pull out of the ties. 

“Feels so good Frankie. Wish it was your cock.” You respond. Starting to push the vibrator inside of you. Your walls clamp around it and your hips start to jerk.

“I- I” you let out.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He growls out, in that tone that means you’re in trouble. Deep trouble.

Oh shit, you thought to yourself. You got so caught up that you didn’t even think about the potential consequences this would cost you. 

You pull the vibrator away, whimpering at the loss of contact. 

“Good.” He lets out “Now come untie me so I can fuck you stupid for this little stunt you pulled.”

“Yes daddy.” You say looking down, heat rising to your cheeks. 

You grab the scissors off the counter and make your way over to Frank. About to release him, but not without one final tease. 

You grab his cock and slide it up and down your folds. You both gasp at the contact. 

Frank snaps out of the pleasure quickly and says “Cut. Me. Out” 

Your core throbs at this, knowing the second he’s released you’re getting destroyed. 

You cut him free, the second he’s released he picks you up and marches to your bedroom. 

“Gonna fuckin get it now princess. Think you can tie me up, tease me, play with yourself and you were gonna let yourself cum too. So fucking naughty.” He says throwing you on the bed. 

Your legs instinctively close. He chuckles as he rips his shirt off and shimmies out of his pants and underwear. 

“What? We’re shy now baby? Where was all that confidence you had when we were out there?” He tuts at you. Crawling over to you like you’re his prey. 

“Dirty, dirty girl.” He says grabbing your legs open. 

He slams himself into you causing you to cry out. 

“Fuck” he breathes out. 

“Yeah you like this don’t you?” he says as he continues slamming into you at a fierce pace. 

“Mmm” you mumble with a string of incoreherant words. Already drunk on his cock. 

He grabs your face harshly as he continues pounding into you. 

“Words. I need words.” He spits out. 

“Ye - Yes Frank! Fuck!” You practically scream as you clamp onto his thick length. 

“Yeah you love it when I fuck you stupid” he grunts, never letting up this pace. 

His cock is slamming into that spot at your cervix. Your eyes filling with stars as that warm feeling floods your stomach. 

“Frankie I’m, I’m gonna.” You gasp out.

“You’re gonna cum princess hm?” He grunts, sweat sliding down his forehead. “Gotta ask for that princess.” He chides.

“Pl- please Frankie, I wanna cum on your cock so bad. Please” you murmur. The pleasure is building even more, don’t know how much longer you can hold onto this. 

“Good girl. Cum for daddy. Cum on daddy’s cock instead of your silly toy.” 

The use of the praise sends you over the edge. Your head flies back hitting the mattress as your legs twitch and convulse. 

“Ahh Frankie!” You scream as your cunt clamps down on him. 

“Shit baby. ‘M close too.” He continues thrusting powerfully through your orgasm. 

Legs twitching, he grabs one and pulls it over his shoulder, pounding even deeper. 

“Fuck baby, ‘m gonna cum. Gonna fill this naughty cunt up yeah?” He pants as he keeps going. 

“Yes. Please daddy. Fill me up with your cum.” You plead. Clenching even harder around him at the overstimulating pleasure. 

“Shit baby” he says as he spills into you, feeling his warm cum inside of you. You’re both panting and out of breath. Frank collapses on top of you pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

You’re still in your pleasure filled subspace. Frank peppers you with kisses “you did so good for me baby” he coos and praises you. 

Once you’ve come down a little bit you roll over to get out from underneath him.

“Uh uh. Where you think you’re goin?” He says “You think we’re done baby? We’re just getting started.” he smirks at you. 

You grumble as you kick out of the sheets and get ready to start your week. You work remotely, which was basically the only way you could’ve convinced Frank to let you keep working. Knowing that you’re staying inside in your safe apartment, kept him at peace. Especially when he was away.

You start to get ready for work as you get a ding on your phone that a package was left at your door. Your feet slap the floor as you pad your way over to the door. Checking the peep hole quickly and undoing the 5 extra locks Frank had installed for extra measures, you open the door. You find a bouquet of red roses surrounded with baby’s breath and a note. 

“See you on Friday. Love you baby

-F”

This was Frank’s routine, on the morning that he left for an extended period of time, he would leave you flowers with a note. You smell them and sigh into them. At least it was only 5 days instead of the original full week you were expecting.

The first days were always the hardest. Memories of the sweet weekend you had with Frank play in your head throughout the day. Sometimes you don’t even get full weekends with him. But this last one, you felt like a normal couple. Just you two doing regular couple things, going out to dinner, going to Target, Frank even took you to get a pedicure. But now he’s gone. 

Your work day wraps up and you check your phone. Hoping to see a text from your boyfriend, but like you already figured, there was nothing.

You set your phone down a little harsh and sigh.

You make yourself dinner and sit alone at your table. A single tear rolls down your cheek as you force yourself to eat. Only four more nights, you tell yourself. 

By Thursday, your sadness and anxiety has grown, usually the day before he comes home is the easiest. You get all excited, still laced with worry of course, but you are usually consumed with happy thoughts of running into Franks arms or planning a surprise for him. 

But this time, just a large pit has been growing and growing in your stomach ever since he left. You’ve spent the nights crying yourself to sleep and barely being able to eat because of how worried you are for him. You know he’s the punisher for a reason, but the last time when he came home and he was almost dead, it had freaked you out to another level. 

Friday arrives and you can barely bring yourself to get out of bed. You throw on one of Frank’s sweatshirts, taking in his scent and you have to hold back a sob. You comb your hair and log onto work. Staring at the clock every minute. 

Evening time rolls around and still haven’t heard anything from Frank. Though, it’s not unusual for him to get back until late. 

You sit on the couch and throw on some random reality tv show, hoping to distract you. You’ve been so sleep deprived this week, you start to nod off. 

At 8pm keys jiggle in the different locks of your apartment, but you don’t stir at all as you’ve been practically passed out on the couch since work ended. 

Frank steps into your dim apartment, taking his boots off at the door.

“Baby?” He calls, but gets no reply. 

He walks further into your apartment as he sees the flickering TV lights and you curled up on the couch. 

He squats down next to you and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

He rubs at your shoulder, whispering “Baby, I’m home.” 

You snap awake and jolt a little bit. Eyes stinging and red from all the crying you’ve been doing. 

“Frankie?” You mumble.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong? I’m right here, daddy’s home.” He opens his arms for you. 

You grab onto his neck and let out a sob. Shaking against him. 

“Aw sweets what is it? I’m right here.” 

“F- Fran-kie -I -I missed you.” You could barely speak, feeling like a child hiccuping when they cry. 

“Shh shh. It’s okay princess. Breathe for me. Big deep breath okay?”

You listen to him and try to take a deep breath in. 

He’s rubbing circles on your back as you hold onto him. 

“Frankie’s got you sweetheart.” He coos.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He whispers. 

You pull back and get a good look at him. Bruises scatter his face, and more tears stream down your face. 

“Frankie” you cry “I -I can’t do this.” You cover your face now. 

“Can’t do what baby?” He asks, grabbing your hands so he can see you.

“I hate it when you’re gone. I get so anxious, I can barely sleep or eat. I’m so worried you’re going to get hurt. And and look at you, you are hurt.” You blubber to him. 

His face twitches into a frown. 

“Nah baby, ’m not hurt.” His face softens “You mean to tell me, you didn’t sleep or eat at all while I was gone, because you were scared for me sweetheart?”

You nod looking down. “After last time, I- I just…”

He cuts you off and grabs your chin to look at him “I know princess. I know it was bad last time. But that doesn’t mean you get all worked up over me and not take care of ya self.” 

You sniffle, anger starting to grow inside of you “How do you expect me not to Frank. Huh? I fucking love you so much, I can’t stand the thought of you not coming back one of these times.” You’re almost shouting, not quite, but your voice has definitely been raised a few levels. 

His hands go to your thighs, rubbing them. 

“Sweetheart..”

“Frank.” 

“You knew what this was before we got together. You knew what it’s like.”

“Don’t give me that shit Frank. I’m so tired. I need you in my life. I need you home with me living our life, like you said you would. Don’t you remember what you said?”

“Baby,” “No Frank. You said you would stop, and that was over a year ago. And you haven’t.” 

“Shit” he exhales. 

He did tell you he would slow down and eventually stop. He did at first but then someone new came into town and that didn’t bode well with Frank.

“Frank, I’m serious. It needs to stop.” You sigh grabbing his hand. 

He rubs your fingers “You’re right baby. ‘M sorry I didn’t keep my promise. It stops now. I’m done.”

“You swear?” You look up at him through wet lashes. 

“Swear princess.” He replies rubbing his rough index finger down your cheek, wiping a tear away. 

You throw your arms around his neck and sob even more. You are so relieved. 

He picks you up and says “why you cryin still baby?”

“Just relieved.” You sigh into his neck. 

“I love you so much pretty girl. Know that right?” He peppers kisses around your neck and side of your face. 

“I know Frankie, I know. I love you too.” You say giving him a peck on the lips. 

“A’right let’s get some food in ya mama. Since ya haven’t ate since I left apparently.” 

“You’re welcome.” You say as you plop down next to him. 

You hear tires screech from the TV, looking up from your bowl, realizing Frank put one of his stupid action shows on. 

“Frankie..” You breathe out. 

“Hm” he somewhat grumbles with a mouth full of food.

“You know the rules.” 

“Sweetheart, you know I can’t watch that crap” he responds taking another bite “this is really good by the way, I love it baby. This a new recipe?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Not going to get ya out of this one.” You chide.

You and Frank have this rule on the nights you have lazy TV dinner nights in, that whoever makes dinner gets to pick the show. 

He just continues to eat.

“Frankieee” you plead with big puppy eyes as you set your hand on his forearm “I really want to watch House of Stassi, it just came out.”

He looks at you with a ‘really?’ face. “Tha’a reality show hun?” 

“Yeah, but you remember Stassi right papa? From Vanderpump.” Using the nickname you know he loves. “No I definitely don’t, but a’right.” He says grabbing the remote “what’s it on sweets” “Hulu” you beam, settling back into your seat. You knew he couldn’t resist not giving his baby girl what she wants, especially when you pulled out the puppy dog eyes and use of the nickname. 

Only a few minutes into the episode you hear Frank mumble something.

“Tha’s crazy” he shakes his head. 

“What was that Frank?” 

He sets his bowl down “That shit’s crazy. That her man don’t got her name tattooed but ‘e’s got his half sister’s name and he just met ‘er few years ago.” “Mhmm” you say, trying to stifle a giggle, as you take another bite. 

“I mean shit babes, I’d do that for you in a heartbeat if ya asked.”

“Oh really?” You laugh as you raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

“What?” Frank says turning to you. 

“Mmm it’s nothing” you say smirking down at your food. 

He grabs your chin to make you look at him. 

“Sweetheart..” “Frankie I’m just surprised, didn’t realize ya loved the drama like that” You giggle. 

He blows out a breath and shakes his head. “Do not.” He says quietly. 

“S’alright Frank. Think it’s cute.” You semi coo at him. 

“I really love you, know that right kid?” 

“Yes papa I do.” You say as you lean your head on his shoulder. As the show continues and you finish your meal, you cuddle into his side more. Both your legs are now spread across the chaise lounge of your sofa. Your head is still on Franks shoulder as you’re laying in the crook of his arm. 

You lean up to whisper in his ear “by the way Frankie, you have to do the dishes tonight too.” You leave a chaste kiss on the side of his head. 

“God dammit” he huffs as he remembers the other rule of your dinner nights. If you don’t make the dinner, you’re on clean up duty. You know he really doesn’t mind though, and usually ends up doing it even on the nights he cooks. He doesn’t want his girl to work too hard. 

You giggle at his slight annoyance. You nuzzle into his neck a little bit, breathing in his scent and this moment. It’s not common that you get these lazy nights especially with Frank’s work situation. He’d been taking less and less missions as you and him have settled into your life together. So you’re definitely hoping for more relaxing moments like these in the future. 

“Alright princess,” he says as he lifts you out of his grasp “gotta go clean up.” 

He grabs the two bowls and heads into the kitchen. You snuggle back into the sofa humming as you feel the warmness from his spot. You feel your eyelids start grow heavy as you continue to watch the show. The sun has almost set leaving your apartment darker.

You must have fallen asleep because all of the sudden you feel soft little pecks on your forehead and cheeks. 

You mumble something incoherently. 

“Baby,” Frank says softly “let’s get you to bed hm?” 

“Mmm” you mumble annoyedly, reaching your arms up for your man.  

“Alright alright. C’mere” Frank says as he pulls you off the sofa and wraps your legs around his waist. 

“My girl so tired after cookin’ and feedin’ her man she can’t even walk to bed?” Frank asks a bit teasingly.

“Mhmm” you nod and hide your rosy cheeks into his neck. No matter how many times he calls you ‘his girl’ you can’t help but blush a bit. 

He rubs your back as he carries you into your shared bedroom. 

“Are we doing a shower tonight princess or should we just get some pjs on hm?” He asks as he steps into your closet that connects to the bathroom. 

“‘M too tired to shower Frankie.” You’re awake enough now to form more complete sentences.

He sets you down on your dressing chair in your closet. Pressing a kiss on the top of your head, walking towards your dresser. 

He pulls out one of your pj sets and holds it up. 

“How’s this sweets?” 

You rub your eyes adjusting to the light “mm no.” you pout. 

“Alright, what about this one?” He pulls out another option and shows it to you. 

“No” you shake your head. You want to sleep in one of his shirts, but you’re too embarrassed to say. Even though you’ve been together for 2 years now, you still get shy asking for things like that. 

“Princess, you’re gonna have to use your words so I can get what you want. It’s just bed baby, don’t gotta look all cute or nothin’.” He glances at you patiently. How did you get the big bad punisher to be so patient and sweet with you.

“Yours” you huff “I wanna wear your shirt” you cross your arms over your chest. 

Frank let’s out a chuckle “you could’ve just started with that princess.” 

He walks over to his dresser now to get one of his old marine t shirts out. He walks back over to you handing the shirt and a fresh pair of panties. Black lace boy shorts. 

“Hmm?” You look up at him suggestively. 

“Just grabbed the first ones I saw.” He says, blushing slightly. 

“Mmmkayy” you smirk at him. 

“Alright alright, arms up now” he pats at your shoulder. 

You oblige lifting your arms up, feeling so submissive. But you don’t mind, you love it actually. And Frank loves it even more. He loves to take care of his girl. 

He slides up your shirt over your arms and head in one swift motion. 

“Up” he says, nodding towards your legs. He swiftly slides your leggings and panties off in one motion. Holding out the new pair out for you to step into. You hold onto his shoulders as you step in them. 

You sit back down, just in your bra and panties. 

“I think you forgot something” you smirk, tapping your bra. 

He raises an eyebrow at you “Yeah? Someone catching a lil attitude now?” 

“I think you can dress yourself, if you can give your man a lil lip like that huh?” He says looking at you a bit sternly. 

“‘M sorry Frankie. Can you please finish helping me.” You say looking down, slightly embarrassed. “I’s alright sweets.” He laughs a bit. He reaches behind your back to unhook your bra, watching as the straps fall down your shoulders. 

His breath catches, almost a gasp, as your breasts are now on full display for him. 

“Gotta staring problem?” You tease. 

“Alright, you can get dressed yourself” he says as he playfully throws his t shirt at you. This starts a giggle fit from you, as you slide his t shirt over your head. It pools down on your lap. 

“Mm mm mmm. You look too good sweets” he says, hoisting you up over his shoulder. Smacking your ass playfully as he carries you back into your bedroom. 

This causes a series of squeals and giggles to come from you. He throws you on the bed and you bounce on the pillows. 

“Frankieee!” You get out as you keep giggling. 

“Alright princess. Bed time. Get under the covers.” Frank says as he pulls his shirt off and takes his dark jeans off. 

You climb underneath your sheets, awaiting your man to come join you. You lie your head on your pillow, close your eyes and open your arms up.

Your arms are up for longer than you expected, turning your head to see your bedroom empty. 

“Frankieeee” you call out for boyfriend “where did you go?” You pout. 

“Be right there baby” he calls. 

He comes back in to your bedroom with a glass of water. 

“Here baby, got you some water.” He says walking over to your side of the bed setting the glass on your nightstand. 

“Thank you papa bear. Now c’mereee.” You say stretching your arms out longer. 

You feel the bed dip as he slips under the covers. Immediately pulling you into his chest. 

You look up at him from his chest. Letting him see your big eyes. 

“I love you Frankie.” You mumble. 

“I love you too sweetheart. Let’s get some sleep now, yeah?”