Frank Castle X AFAB!Reader

! | SFW & NSFW, mentions of weapons, age gap implied, cursing, size difference, oral (both receiving), overstim, face sitting, spanking, exhibitionism-ish, brat tamer Frank implied, etc.

| Headcannons under the cut ↓

“hey, pete, what’s goin’ on?”

“have you heard anything about—“ peter pauses when he hears a muffled whimper over the line “what was that?”

“don’t worry about it.” frank gruffs, fingers hitting the back of your throat as he fixes you with a warning look, though the corners of his mouth threaten to twitch up in a smirk. “have i heard anything about what?”

he listens as peter talks n you still your hips in an attempt to stay quiet but frank covers the speaker and growls “i didn’t tell you to stop.”

once he finally hangs up (“I never heard’a that, kid. Better ask your other superhero buddies.”) he grips your chin, fingers hooked on your lower teeth, and bobbles your head. “Can’t stay quiet for one minute, can you?”

“N-no, sir,” you garble around his fingers, “not when—“

“Not when what?” He rasps, voice lilting higher to movk your whiny tone. “Not when my fat dick’s stuffed in your pussy? Huh?” He bounces his legs, making his cock jostle inside you and cute little grunts escape your throat. “Not when you’re riding me like a bat outta hell?”

“B-both” you stutter out

sort of part 3? more like a random collection of thoughts i had while burning alive in this weather.

this was inspired by the fucking heatwave ruining my life right now! hope yall like it!!! stay safe out there kiddos! put yer fuckin sunscreen on.

can be read alone or as part of my neighbor!shane series.

asshole!shane

no use of y/n

part 3 ish? I no idea yall im just having fun with it.

Come Back With a Warrant Part 3 - Too fuckin hot...

The georgia heat is no fucking joke.

Its hot.

Too damn hot.

You're sat on a bench, bag of groceries discarded by your feet after an incredibly awful, sticky trip to the market that you regretted as soon as you stepped foot onto your porch and got blasted by a wall of heat so thick you could taste it on your tongue.

You let out a sad, strange wailing noise as you literally melt into the wooden slats. You're dying, you have to be. This is what death feels like. The reaper is not a hooded figure with a sythe and a list.

Its the fucking sun.

Its kind of heat that makes your hair stick to your skull, your thighs sweat so much they start chafing and your clothes practially weld to your body.

Your brain has stopped functioning correctly, and your about ninety percent sure your skin is going to start peeling off any second.

The wailing of a police siren makes you raise your head about two inches off the back of the bench, you squint as Shane performs a genuinely impressive maneuver that has the patrol car skidding to a stop in front of you directly.

Any other day you would've clapped, maybe given him the finger or something. Today? You can barely muster up the energy to even blink.

Shane calls over to you, spotting you layin' spread out on a damn bench in this heat, lookin' like a sad fuckin' cat. Goddamn, he told ya it'd be too hot fer the market 'fore he left, ya clearly ain't listened, stubborn ass woman.

"Damn baby. You aight over there? Wit your dramatic ass, c'mon girl git in the car. I got food."

He's got his head poked out the window, that dumb cap you love teasing him about perched on his head, shit eating grin on his face as he takes in your sweaty self. He looks so damn fine, theres not even a single bead of sweat on his face, its not fair.

You articulate this beautifully with your greeting to him, raising a hand and finally flipping him off as you sit up with extreme difficulty.

"You're a smug bastard walsh. A stupid, smug bastard and i hate you. Die a thousand deaths. Evil, awful man."

He looks so good in that uniform, and have his arms always been that big?

Goddamn, attractive, stupid man.

He laughs, because of course he fucking does, you ain't being serious, you never are when it comes to him.

He hops out of the squad car and saunters over to you, standing in front of you with his hands gripping his gun belt, one leg sticks out and he starts kicking you in the ankles.

"Only way im goin' is if your pretty ass is takin' me out baby. Git up, lets go. Got the air con blastin for ya too. Foods gonna get cold mama, lets move."

Your sat in the passenger seat a few hours later, feet kicked up on his dashboard, the remnants of a cold cheeseburger and fries that have long since gone stale sat on the console between you both.

"Git yer feet off my dash woman."

Its the fifth time he's said it, and its the fifth time you've ignored him. His air con is blasting in your face and it feels like absolute heaven on your sticky skin.

You hum, eyes shut and hair blowing round your face as he huffs in irritation, finally loosing patience with you and yanking your feet into his lap with a grunt.

"Oh Shane come on, what the fuck? Stop-get off im all sweaty and gross."

He laughs directly in your face, your half crumpled against the passenger side window, body bent all out of shape as he lounges in his own seat, looking smug and entirely too fuckable for this weather.

"Nah, ya look real nice baby. Always too pretty for yer own damn good I tell you that right now."

His hand starts trailing up your calf, and you huff in irritation, propping yourself up slightly from your awkward position against the window.

"I'm not fucking you in the squad car shane."

He practially fucking leers at you, tugging you closer and closer by the ankles until your lower half is resting in his lap, the remaining food gets knocked onto the ground, cold and forgotten, by your knee as shane starts unbuckling his belt.

"Ain't you thats gunna do the fuckin' pretty girl, just lay there and let yer man take care of ya hm?"

"You are such an asshole shane."

"Yes I am, yes I am baby. I am the asshole, now git yer fuckin' panties off. Only got a damn hour 'fore I gotta get back to it."

Your laughter quickly turns into a moan, and you find yourself thinking that the heat really ain't so bad after all.

thanks for reading!

bonus thought, below is a picture reader took of shane one morning when he was off work. that man drinks beer for breakfast on his free mornings. no I will not elaborate.