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Karen and Frank in San Francisco. Hiding from Fisk. Pretending to be married.

This new life is about to get complicated…Welcome to Chapter 5 of Karen Goes West!

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you're the poison i drink (i drink you twice to be sure)

Rated E

And maybe it’s the hush of the pre-dawn air, the moments where New York doesn’t quite stop so much as pause, that tiny crystalline moment between the inhale of the day and the exhale of the night. Maybe it’s the stillness of Frank’s gaze, the surety and solidity of his presence, how she never feels alone when she’s with him. Maybe it’s the sudden certainty that hits her down to her very bones that Frank knows who she is, and accepts her, jagged edges and all. And maybe she’s just so, so tired of being the Karen that Matt needs. Or, Frank and Karen engage in a little no-touching infidelity so Matt won't smell Frank on her.

i am practically a goldfish, so with honesty i don't remember how these stories godkfjsgkj but, here's a couple that i found!

I'd Probably Still Adore You | Chaotc_Univrse

Frank Castle has finished his war and gotten out. He's trying to move on. Then he hears about a certain newspaper office getting targeted, and the possible involvement of a certain journalist.

storms have a way on making you feel safe | aprilgen

“Tell me what happened—not the bullshit I’m hearing on every goddamn channel. Just—” Frank stops himself. Breathes. Karen closes her eyes. His voice drops to a hoarse whisper. “Please.” Missing Kastle scene - someone was there when she needed it most.

Trust Me | scaitereels

After Season 1 of The Punisher and during Season 3 of Daredevil, these two were hanging out. I just know it. Just because it wasn't on screen doesn't mean it didn't happen. A mostly canon-compliant version of Frank and Karen's relationship as she navigates the events of Daredevil Season 3.

i vow to protect what's mine | grootmorning

Frank went into danger, Karen followed. Now, they've both been caught and Karen confronts Frank about his reckless, life risking behavior. He doesn't understand why she cared, the poor idiot for @kastlenetwork's Kastle Week - proximity Rating: G Word Count: 1540 One Shot AO3

If someone asked, Frank would say he was beyond pissed.

“This isn’t my fault.”

Frank glanced at Karen who was studying the door which kept them both locked in a tiny room for the past five minutes. “Didn’t say it was.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, a bruise already forming on her cheekbone which just pissed him off more. “No, but I could hear you thinking it.”

“You can read minds, impressive.”

Karen stood up and walked over to him, hands on her hips like she was going to scold him for not taking out the trash. “Look, we need to get out of here, and brooding isn’t actually going to help. So, you can either stop, or you can at least help while you’re at it.”

She turned to go back to her inspection, and Frank reined in his emotions. He’d already been bloody and bruised when two guys walked into the massive warehouse with a struggling Karen in their arms. Her knee had been scraped, there was dirt on her face, and a small cut on her cheek bone.

It had been almost a decade since he’d been scared the way he’d been scared when he saw her in trouble.

“I was scared shitless when I saw you with those goons, Karen.” He waited for her to look at him and added, “How is a story worth your life?”

Karen let out a humorless laugh, “You honestly think I was here for a story?”

The question confused him for a solid five seconds before he finally asked, “Why else?”

“You’re an idiot,” she answered with a shake of her head. “I came here because I realized what you were going to do, and that you were going to do it alone. I was hoping to get to you first and stop you before you did anything stupid.”

“Karen-”

“Forget it,” she shook her head. “We just need to figure out how to get out of here.”

Despite the fact he wanted to keep talking he was also fully aware this was neither the time or place, so he just held out his hand. “Give me your shoe.”

She looked at him with furrowed brows, “What?”

“I’m going to try something, but I need your shoe.”

She began to take off her small heels, “If I lose another pair of shoes because of you, I’m going to be pissed.”

It was his turn to be confused. “What?”

Masterlist Summary: A small town murder mystery--Karen Page and Frank Castle find each other in the small town of Hartford. When a murder takes place right before Halloween, Karen can’t resist trying to uncover the truth. With the help her of her new partner in crime, Frank Castle (the local mechanic) they both play Girl Detective and start to uncover some of Hartford's darkest secrets.

Overall: 18+ only. Contains graphic sexual content (with consent), violence/mentions of violence, homicide, drug use, sexual harassment. AO3

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Kastle fic, 2611 words

Hey, guys! 🥰 So, after years without writing any one shots, I found myself having an idea for one. Since I am on my winter break, I got the chance of reading so many marvelous and well written Kastle fics, and they gave me inspiration I needed to write this. I am so happy I actually wrote something after so long. It is great to know adult life did not manage to kill one of my favorite hobbies 🤧 So, there you go! I hope you guys like it!

So, so happy

It’s been one week since they had shared their first kiss.

But it felt like decades, centuries even.

To look at him, lock her pale blue-sky eyes with his deep brown gaze and to not replay in her mind the exact moment when she finally got to get lost in his world trough his lips was an impossible task. And to not put her arms around his neck and seal their fate once again when he was finally there again, in front of her, so close, was torture.

*** 

A week ago, they were in the same living room. Her living room. They were having one of those patch up meetings they had had many times before – Karen would clean up his bleeding wounds sitting beside him, while he would sit on the couch, contemplating her features. When she got to meet his eyes with hers, she clucked.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She knew exactly why. “Afraid you’re going to forget what I look like?”

He would never. He could never.

This patch up meetings did not happen because he physically needed to. He could patch him up by himself most times, but since Karen insisted that she helped him when he got a little bit too much hurt, he – stubbornly – took the chance to make those moments a way for him to not only see and be with her, but to memorize her. Memorize the way she frowned and bit her lip when she would take care of him, fingers so light and eyes so focused. Memorize her smile when she would say she finished her care and the way her eyes would supplicate for him to stay a little bit longer after he would announce he was living. Memorize her sight of relief when he would accept her offer, and how she would walk, almost glide to the kitchen to make him coffee even though it was deep in the middle of the night.

“And… that’s it. All done!” she smiled, putting the first aid kit items left on the center table. Then, she leaned backwards, resting her back on the couch.

‘You take such good care of me.” He let it slip out of his mouth.

Karen chuckled and blushed, saying “I’m happy to.”.

Frank watched her play with her hair, then, his eyes wandered away, saying:

“Y’know, sometimes I wish to get hurt when I’m out there. Not in a weird way, it’s just…” he took a deep breath. “I get to see you after.”.

Karen formed a small smile on her copper rose lips. How he wished he could kiss her right now.

“You know you don’t need to get hurt to see me.” She said, eyes still locked on him. “You could just... come.”

Frank smiled, meeting his eyes with hers.

“I know, I guess what I’m trying to say it’s… I’m happy when I’m here.”.

Karen sat back straight, moving her body closer to Frank’s. She put her hand on his and smiled. Frank could feel his body shivering by the touch of her pale skin against his.

“I’m happy when you’re here too.”.

In an inexplicable urge – one he felt many times, but never had the courage to act upon it – Frank made the decision to make his wish come true. The wish of kissing Karen’s lips, when he put his hands on the back of her neck, bringing her closer and brushing his lips on hers. The kiss was filled with passion and desire, but still gentle. Karen kissed him back, cupping his face with her hands. He could not believe he finally had the courage to do what he was wanting to for so long. She tasted like nothing he has ever tasted before, and it was good, so good. Great. Fucking spectacular. The kiss developed into something rougher, their hands already losing control through each other’s bodies. Frank laid Karen on the couch, staying on top of her. Damn, he wanted her. So, so bad. His body was already giving all signs.

He moved his lips to her jawline and then to her neck, leaving a trail of open kisses which made Karen moan. He stopped for a moment, gazing at Karen’s eyes. How beautiful she was. How lucky he was. To have her in his life. To be able to get lost in those misty-blue eyes. To, finally, kiss her. In no time, he got back into kissing her passionately, their tongues, bodies and heart beats in unison. Frank started to unbutton Karen’s navy-blue blouse, while leaving kisses on her chest skin. Karen’s breathing deepened with each kiss, gasping for air. When Frank finished what seemed a long war against her blouse buttons, her chest and belly were exposed, along with her laced baby pink bra. He kissed her chest again, moving up to the crook of her neck, then to her jawline and back to her mouth again.

But then, her phone rang. That fucking ringtone blaring on the center table, stopping. their rhythm. Karen broke the kiss, while Frank rested his forehead on hers. Their breaths were shaky, but still longing for so much more.

“I’m afraid I have to take this.” Karen said. “I’m sorry.”

“Go ahead.” Frank said, starting to move away to give Karen space.

“No!” Karen frowned, stopping Frank’s body with one arm while the other reached for her phone. “Don’t leave just yet.”.

Karen answered the phone, saying ‘uh-uhs’ from time to time and replying with short or one-worded sentences. Frank stayed there, on top of her, watching her talking on the phone, memorizing her. When Karen said goodbye, she hanged up the phone rolling her eyes.

“That was Foggy. Ugh!” she said.

“What’s wrong with Foggy?” Frank laughed.

“Nothing wrong with him, but with what I need to do.” She replied. Then, she went on to explain how Foggy needed her at the office as soon as possible, so they could deal with an urgent client’s problem.

Ugh indeed. But those situations were one of the downsides of Karen’s job, and that was the way it was. Frank took a deep breath and caressed her cheek.

“No big deal.” Was all he could answer, although it felt like it was.

Karen pressed her lips on his gently, bringing their bodies even closer.

“I have to go, but I want… this… to continue.” She said almost in a whisper. “Don’t you dare wait to get hurt to come here again. Just come. Or I can meet you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He agreed, kissing her lips gently one more time, before they undid their couch positions and she left open-bloused and flushed to her room.

Gosh, she was gorgeous.

He sat on the couch, looking defeated, but still with a smile on his lips. He got himself together before standing up and getting his things from the living room’s floor so he could leave Karen’s apartment.

“Bye, Frank.” She turned around before entering her bedroom, revealing a shy smile on her lips.

“Bye, Karen.”.

He was so, so happy.

*** 

But in classic straight men’s fashion, he dared.

He dared to wait to get hurt again so he could meet her in her apartment.

Karen was pissed. No, she was fucking furious.

This situation tackled her anxiety and self-steam issues. It’s not like he ghosted her or anything of the sorts. They had talked through phone messages throughout the week – cute messages even – but nothing about what happened. Or about the fact that he agreed to visit her again. She did not want to push him or anything, and she was damn too proud to ask him to come. She already asked what needed to be asked. But still, he dared to let one week pass. Even though a week may not seem like a long time, after that kiss – or make out session, to be more precise – time seemed to pass so slowly. Work, writing for the Bulletin, conversations with Foggy and Matt, casual walks to get coffee, everything, everything, went by so slowly over that one week because of the urge, of the longing of seeing him again. Of touching him again. Of kissing him again. Of… for the first time with him.

Ugh, Foggy! He just could not wait a few minutes more to make that call. Maybe, no, just 30 minutes more. Maybe an hour? Two?

Karen took a deep breath trying to send those thoughts away from her mind. She got her focus back into cleaning a wound on Frank’s cheek. They were back on the couch again, going through another patch up meeting. Although they did not talk much on these, this time was a lot more silent. The tension in the air was heavy, gut-wrenching even. But, again, she was furious. And she could tell Frank could feel it. After all, he was truly good at reading others.

“Done.” Karen said dryly, avoiding eye contact and not smiling like she usually did after finishing patching up Frank.

She put the first aid kit items left on the center table and, when she tried to stand up, Frank held her hand and looked at her face, making her stay sit on the couch.

“I’m sorry I waited for me to get hurt to see you again.” He spoke. “You’re pissed. I can feel it.”

Karen looked at him, drowning in those espresso-colored eyes. She and Frank were way more alike than she liked to admit. She wanted to forget she was mad, to just kiss him and continue from where they left off. But she was stubborn. Stubborn like him.

“I got… fucking hell! I got scared.” He said, admitting his feelings. “Everyone, everyone I love turns into a target. What happened a week ago just made you more of a real one.”

Karen moved her body closer and cupped his face with her hands. She softly placed a kiss on the wound on his cheek.

“It’s too late. I’m all in. You know it.” She spoke firmly, a few inches away from his face. “I’m not going anywhere, so don’t push me away.”

She felt a tear streaming down her face, which Frank tamely wiped away with his thumb.

“I don’t want to push you away.” He said back.

“So don’t.” Karen spoke, switching her gaze from his brown eyes to his dusty rose lips.

And then, Karen complied to her mind’s most profound wishes, by sloppily brushing her lips on his, feeding the hunger left in her for the past week. Frank wasted no time in kissing her back, putting his hands on her waist, bringing her closer to him. Taking the control, Karen got up and sat on top of him, putting her hands on the back of his head, pulling his hair as she kissed him harder. Then, she felt an unusual tickle around her mouth, which made her scape a chuckle from her lips.

“What is it?” Frank asked.

“I think it’s your beard.” She answered, moving her hands through the newly grown hairs on his shaved beard that weren’t there last week. “It tickles.”

Frank took that line as an opportunity to kiss the crook of her neck, going down to her chest. This time, she made sure she prepared herself with simpler pieces of clothing than last time’s, which proved to be a smart idea, since Frank took off her tight-fitting shirt in a matter of a second. This left way to Frank place sloppy, open kisses to the bare parts of her chest and belly. She giggled at feeling of his beard on her pale skin, which made him chuckle as well. Then, he got back to kissing her lips again, tongues dancing to the rhythm of their heartbeats. A few moments later, Frank broke the kiss, brushing his nose against hers.

“Did you leave your phone on silent mode?” Frank joked.

Karen nodded, laughing at his silly question. She kissed him one more time, before they broke the kiss apart, gasping for air.

“Can we continue from where we left off?” he asked, looking her deep in her eyes. The way he looked at her made her shiver, in the best way.

She replied to the question in the best way she could, which was going back at kissing his lips. She could feel how Frank wanted her and damn, she wanted him too. She needed him too. Frank stood up, making Karen embrace his body with her arms and legs. Without breaking the kiss, they went straight to her bedroom. She was too deep into that moment that she didn’t even question how well and fast Frank knew in which direction to go.

He laid Karen’s body on the bed softly, then taking a little bit of time to take his clothes off. She did the same to remaining of hers, throwing them on the bedroom’s floor. In a matter of a few instants, he was on top of her, kissing her roughly in the lips as he intertwined his fingers with hers. Karen felt her body burning with desire as he moved his lips to her jawline, then to her neck, then to her chest and breasts. One hand cupped one breast as he sucked the other’s nipple. Karen moaned with pleasure, which made her eyes shut. Then, she felt his trail of kisses from her belly to her inner thigh, which made her back arch. He left little kisses and bites, before looking at her face one more time. In a matter of seconds, his tongue met her depths, making her moan his name. This seemed to make Frank express his hunger even more, making Karen feel how close she was to her apex.

“Frank, I-I need you.” She said, in short breaths.

He knew exactly what she meant by those words. But, before he complied, he left a trail of kisses from her belly to her jawline, arriving on her copper lips, kissing her with passion, desire and love. Oh, she was feeling so much love.

With her legs around his body and her hands on his firm back muscles, Frank’s eyes deeply met hers as she felt his length inside her. She moaned as he slowly thrusted into her. He moaned as he fastened the rhythm, brushing his lips sloppily against hers. She never had anyone like him before. It was good, so good. Great. Fucking spectacular.

As they were both lost in each other, their bodies the closest they could ever be, Frank said:

“I love you, Karen.”

Karen reached her apex, and Frank soon followed her. Panting breaths filled up the room when she pecked his lips.

“I love you too, Frank.”

And they kissed a little bit more, before cuddling below Karen’s old, yet cleaned sheets.

Frank placed soft kisses on her shoulder.

“I’m afraid the short hairs on my beard are going to leave you scratched.” He chuckled. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care.” Karen replied. “I will be happily scratched if that means doing this.”

Frank laughed, placing kisses on the crook of her neck.

Before closing their eyes to sleep, Frank, still holding Karen close, naked below the sheets, wished:

 “G’night, Karen.”

“Goodnight, Frank.”.

She was so, so happy.

*** 

It was early morning, and the young rays of sunshine dim lit the bedroom. They were still laying on the bed. Frank finger-traced the little scratch lines on Karen’s pale skin, as she observed the movement of his fingers, half-asleep. And, at the same time, they giggled at the memory of how these lines were sketched on her body.