#agcdasks

"Yeah?" you ask, already padding over to him. He'd been tidying up the front hall closet for the past hour and you assumed he wanted to show you his work.

"What is it Frankie? Done?" you ask when you find.

"Yeah, almost doll," he says a little distracted. "Do me a favor, stand here and reach your hand up sweetheart," he adds, positioning you by the hips squarely in front of the closet.

"Huh?" you ask, looking back at him like he'd lost his mind.

"Just reach up baby. Stretch your arm, wanna see somethin'" he vaguely explains. You do as you're asked, reaching your arm into the air and extending it, instinctively going to your tip toes.

"No toes," he murmurs, pushing you gently down by the shoulders. You comply and go flat-footed. Once you do, he takes the pencil from behind his ear and makes a quick mark on the wall just below the height of your fingertips. "Good job sweetheart, back to the couch alright?" he says, patting your ass to send you on your way.

"Wait wait, what the hell was that for?!" you ask, your face scrunched in confusion.

"Huh?" he asks distractedly, "oh uh, the shelf. Ain't gonna put your purses up there if you can't reach it doll."

"You're lowering the whole shelf?" you ask, slightly astonished.

Listen, Frank likes it and I think he doesn't even notice?? Like he's not thinking to himself "damn she's always touching me" or "this girl is a little needy," he's just sooooooo physically instinctual. He's not thinking how to navigate your clinginess, he's just responding to it, giving you what you need. If you come up to his right side while he's jotting something down, he just kinda smoothly transfers you over to his left side so he can finish writing. Or if you're in his lap and he needs to stand up, he's positioning you with your legs around his middle and just taking you with him, patting your ass and saying something like "alright come on lil' monkey." I think if you're especially clingy, he becomes especially sturdy in response. It gives him a job to do. Like, it's ok for you to be soft because he'll just carry the load for the both of you.

(and if we wanna be really dirty, this is where cockwarming comes into play)

Ok pervert + Frank are two words I never really put together but I do think he'd have a few random tendencies.

Frank gets turned on when he does the laundry because he can smell you on your underwear. He's not like holding it up to his nose and taking a huge sniff but sometimes the faintly sweet scent hits his nose and his body responds and then he gets needy.

I've said it before but Frank Castle is a creampie king. I'M SO SORRY I AM THE PERVERT but he isssssssss. Frank is a man of few indulgences but making and admiring a creampie is one of them. He's just... got a breeding kink. And like what better embodiment of that than watching the fruits of his labor coat you and your thighs. He's sick for it. Makes you stay still, his thumbs sunk into the flesh behind your thighs as he admires the way you took him. Sometimes he swipes at it with his thumb, murmuring "Easy sweetheart" as you still clench around where he was.

Speaking of thighs, when you get so aroused that you coat your own thighs he could basically cum in his pants. Frank just likes the animalistic shit, ya know? Like he wants to growl and snarl and see your naked body and everything it produces. So when your thighs are slick and your underwear is soaked when he finally manages to scoot up your skirt and get his eyes on it? HE'S TOAST. His chest rumbles and he bites his lower lip and slows down and his hands skim over everything. You're whimpering and so desperate and he's gotta say "You keep makin' those sounds while you're lookin' like this and I'm gonna finish before we even get started princess."

I think Frank likes to get you a little worked up in public. He never does the real deal-- I think he's too protective of you for that. But he's letting touches linger on you. He's murmuring stuff in your ear. He's letting you get needy because he loves you a little needy and he likes to see you like that in public. I think it actually gives him a reason to be more protective. A healed version of Frank doesn't face a lot of danger day to day, so he manufactures it just a bit. A needy version of you is a more vulnerable, less aware version. So Frank gets to be in charge and be competent. "Need me to take care of you sweetheart?" Yes, because you designed it that way sir.

Oh and he'd looooooovvee it. Like, yeah, hold on sweetheart-- Frank is steering this ship. He'd feel all proud and capable lol.

omg this man would NOT forgive himself for WEEKS. You thought he looked way too peaceful to wake up so you let him sleep in while you tip-toed out the door only to be met with a harried, unkempt Frank an hour later at your job.

"Frank!" you exclaim upon seeing him, "oh my goodness are you ok? You look a little crazed," you say, reaching up to fix his unruly hair. His hoodie is half zipped with his bare chest exposed and he's still in his grey sweats and some untied boots.

"Christ I'm sorry beautiful," he says breathless and it has you wondering if he ran here on foot too. "Don't know how I missed the fuckin' alarm and it was rainin' cats and dogs out there while you were gettin' to work and I was sleepin' like some fuckin' newborn baby," he rambles a bit.

You chuckle at his frustration while you tug the zipper on his hoodie a little higher. "Frank it was barely a drizzle. You were up late and needed the sleep. I'm all good," you say, trying to soothe him but he only rolls his eyes like you're making excuses for him.

"You're ok doll? You got here alright? No problems or nothin'?" he asks, looking you up and down like he might spot a gash or a bruise.

"Yeah believe it or not I got myself places before I met you big guy," you reply, giving him a patronizing pat on the shoulder.

He gives you a brief "hey," with a thick finger pointed at you as if to say cut the attitude but you ignore it. "What time do you get out today sweetheart? Two o'clock? I'mma wait in the lot til you're done," he adds, standing a little straighter as if he's back in command.

"Frank it's only 7am!" you half-shout, "go home. Stop being weird. I'll see you when I'm done," you add, taking his big shoulders in your hands and using great effort to spin him in the direction of the parking lot.

"Nah I don--" he starts but you cut him off.

"GO. Don't let me find you in the parking lot," you say, shoving him to take a step forward. He mumbles to himself but complies, saying "Actin' like she owns the damn place. Just tryin' to help my girl. Shouldn't be out in the rain like that."

"And I'm gonna check the lot later!" you shout down the hall toward him "so don't try it!"

He waves a beefy hand in the air in a swatting motion and says "yeah yeah yeah."

babygirl Frank keeps your tank full at all times and you don't even know when he does it. The tank just never gets lower than half, the car is always clean, there's always spare change in the cupholder, and if the check engine light goes on it's always off by the next day. You're simply never in a circumstance to need to go to a gas station at this point.

ok damn.

Ooooooooo girl.

It's like that moment where it's like "uh oh, it's too much, what is my body gonna do??," and you get all squirmy and cover your face or fold in on yourself and daaammmmnnn Frank is steady as a rock and he's actually got you right where he wants you.

When your hand flies up to your face, he gently pulls it down and then your knees pull into your chest but he's easing those open and then you tug at your hair saying "ohmygodohmygodohmygod" and he's pining your arm back to your side. It's all quick flailing movements but Frank is quicker at each one, making you come back to the moment and feel it acutely.

"ohmygod Frank no," you say but not in a "no, stop" way but in a "no I'm scared" way and Frank knows this so he continues, steady and forceful with each thrust as he says "YES sweetheart. Ain't gotta be scared," finding your eyes to make sure you heard him.

You arch your back so the top of your head is pressed into the mattress because your body needs to do something now that Frank has you pinned in place but the whole thing only gives Frank a better angle for each thrust to glide against your sensitive clit, finally drawing a yelp from deep in your throat.

"Be still sweetheart," his brow beading with sweat from the excursion but his voice steady and commanding. The idea of stillness feels impossible and your body couldn't do it if you tried but Frank is cooing at you anyway, "That's it, bein' brave for me like this."

With your lower back raised from the bed, Frank bends to lace his thick forearm behind your back and scoop your body up and more flush to his as he increases the pistoning of his hips. The move has you like a ragdoll in his arms, limbs dangling as you meekly claw and scratch at nothing because the implosion is building deep in your belly and you're pinned too throughly to Frank to squirm away.

"Easy baby," Frank says like he's taming a wild animal, sensing your panic, "You trust me babydoll? You gotta let go," he directs you, and your body complies, finally curling into him as you cum, tremoring in his arms and clamping around his cock so hard that it makes him wince and stutter, cuming in his own right but not faltering. You feel vulnerable and unable to control your body, whimpering and whining as his arms keep you upright against his chest.

"That's my pretty, brave girl," he huffs, his mouth close to your ear, "there she is." He feels your orgasm yielding, the tiny spasms of aftershock still making your legs twitch and the mess of his cum leak where you meet and your whines still persist. "See you're ok sweetheart," he assures you, "so fuckin' gorgeous bein' brave for me baby."