#helly yeah

Updated 07.13.26 | MASTERLIST | FRANK CASTLE X FEM!READER

⊹ Pic!Fic (smut, fluff) - req - completed, read here

⊹ When Life Gives You Lemons (final part II)

⊹ Tall!Reader (part I - sexual tension, slow burn, setting the scene for heavy angst & violence) - req

⊹ Werewolf!Frank (haven’t decided what category)

⊹ Pic!Fic (fluff) - req

⊹ Chapter 2 x Tall!Reader (heavy angst, more sexual tension, possible smut if not doing a third chapter) - req

⊹ Pic!Fic (thriller-ish, angst, violence) - req

⊹ Pretty Peach, Bad News (part II - avoidant!Frank until he can’t, smut, angst, big feelings reveal) - req

⊹ God’s Gonna Cut You Down (part 4 - intense angst, jealousy, violence, psychological distress) - req

⊹ Werewolf!Frank (might do another sooner)

A/N: I have mega issues with authority & that doesn’t exclude when I tell myself to do something, so fic lineup always subject to change! But, my goal is to make a more set schedule so a) yall know what to expect and b) keep me more accountable and on track! 18+ only, MDNI.

Ugh, god, not bad at all.

So as a werewolf (assuming he’s gained control of the transformation, coherent to human language, etc), he’s all huffy and blowing his lips, dismissive yawns and pawing at his face to brush off the shame of your scolding.

He hatesssss when you scold him. He just wanted your scent. Just wanted to be wrapped in it with you.

You relent with a sigh.

“Fine,” beckoning him with a wave. “Come on. In bed. Just this once. This is not comfortable, by the way. I’d rather be lying on my mattress, not a lump of clothes.”

You bounce down onto the bed. Frank leaps up beside you, rocking the entire frame.

Using the rude prod of his snout, he corrals you to the middle.

“Sheesh! Okay, okay, I’m going,” you scooch in, an awkward half-upright position as Frank situates.

He paws the blankets as a fox would a hole. Digs to his comfort, arranging the bed nest. Once he’s content—keeping you safe in the center—he curls his massive wolf body around you. Cradles you in the curve of his belly, impossibly big limbs overhanging the bed, a bushy tail thunking the floor with pure contentment.

You fall asleep mumbling an adamant, “you’re folding all of these clothes tomorrow, Frankie…”

He whines agreement, tucks your head under the elongated line of his jaw, and falls asleep with you.

In the morning? He’s human again.

Okay, Non, now this is loaded LOL.

So I think that would be a very tense, uncomfortable, blunt conversation.

Frank’s already a guy that trusts no one. Absolutely no one. Getting Frank’s trust is an honor never given lightly because it means he’s fully invested. Frank doesn’t fuck around. With anything, for that matter. He’ll be sure to tell reader that, too. He won’t hang onto someone that’s going behind his back.

I think a lot of his reaction depends on why reader cheated before, how the conversation comes up, how many times, how long ago, circumstances… and remember, Frank’s not someone who entertains excuses so he wouldn’t hear any bullshit other than the truth and accountability. I also think it depends on the point in his life Frank’s at. Early Frank? Very much not nice. Neighbor Frank? Maybe more willing to listen.

The way I whimpered OUT LOUD reading this 😂😂😂😂😭😭😭😭 I need to touch grass tomorrow.

That was literally gonna be in my fic LOL. Like we already know Frank’s a big guy, rightttttt? So uh YEAH. It gets bigger?

That’s gonna hurt. He’s gonna be asking her sooooo so so many times if she’s sure, if he needs to pull out instead, he promises it’s okay if it’s too much to finish in her, basically begs her to tell him not to but she can’tttttt. God, like, she wants it too. She wants to experience it, take all of it, all of him.

Frank - even as an alpha - will be so fucking considerate of her comfort. Honestly even more so, knowing what knotting does. He’s still consent king. He’s still so worried and focused on her more than anything.