#soft frank

“That’s not where the egg goes!”

You chuckled as you urged yourself to stand next to your boyfriend. Frank wasn’t a phenomenon in the kitchen, he never had been. But he wanted to try anyway, for you.

He knew you had a great passion for cooking. Always the sweet one baking cookies, cakes and pies for him to taste when he came back home from a stressful day.

Let’s be honest, when he agreed to cook with you, you didn’t have to beg at all. Your big doe eyes always had a way with him to convince him of anything.

“You’re supposed to put ‘em in the sugar first, then mix them with the flour!”

You scolded him and he stepped back right away, letting you take the lead. He watched you from afar like you hung the stars, with arms crossed against his chest and back leaned on the table.

You broke the egg in the bowl watching it amalgamate with the sugar, and you started stirring the liquid dough that was forming.

Then, once you were satisfied with the result, you mixed it with the flour and kneaded what was forming.

Your hands were sticky with the soft dough, and when you turned around you saw Frank still standing there with those big brown eyes looking at you.

“What are you waiting for?! Come help me!” He chuckled as he walked over you and placed a kiss on your temple.

“Yes ma’am.”

As he worked on the dough, you washed your hands and got all the stuff you needed to start to chop the chocolate.

Every now and then he turned around to look at you, deep in your world as you moved your hips to the beat of the soft music as you mouthed made up words.

Suddenly, he stopped taking care of the cookies and the baking. Like something else snapped him from whatever he was doing and a realization hit him.

It was something vulnerable, maybe it was knowing that you were with him.

You heard the water run before feeling two big hands at the side of your waist. A soft gasp left your lips at the sudden contact.

“Frank what–” But you got interrupted straight away by Frank’s warm mouth on your neck and back. You let out a gasp at the sudden contact and couldn’t help but to melt in his arms instantly, and to put the knife down.

He started to sway with you as his head stayed in the crook of your neck, humming the melody of whatever was playing on the stereo. You spun in his embrace then, and wrapped your arms around him as you played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Moments like these weren’t usual with you, but when they happened, you both made sure it lasted every minute you had at your disposal. So you could enjoy it properly.

His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips before he leaned in and caught them with his.

Your mouth moved slowly and softly against each other’s. His hands shifted to pull you closer and flush against him. Now they weren’t resting anymore just on your waist, but around you.

He was embracing your figure like he was afraid you might’ve slipped away if he didn’t hold tight enough. Your hands moved from his hair to his cheeks to cup his face, like you were craving his contact. Maybe you were.

When you separated from one another, your breath mixed together and your forehead touched.

“Hi.” Frank broke the silence first, then you chuckled.

“Hello.” Your soft voice left after his.

You were giggling like teenagers while hugging each other’s frame. In the meanwhile, the world outside for Frank, and for you too, was completely forgotten.

Frank forgot he killed for a living. He forgot the numbers of lives he took.

He forgot the bad life he chose after that day.

You forgot about your work. About your worries and about how much it hurts to see him leave everyday for a different mission.

But now it was just you two.

“It’d be pretty,” You start, looking up at him deeper, but more distant at the same time. “a life like this. Always.”

You swallowed.

“Yeah.” Frank answered. “It’d be.”

But he said those words like he knew it wasn’t possible, because there were things that kept him away from this. From you. Even if you lived together, even if he kissed it better every time it hurt… He still felt distant.

Then he saw your eyes. They were sad and begging to let tears out, but most of all, they were begging him to stay.

At that sight alone, his heart tightened and he gulped. He couldn’t bear seeing you like this for a minute longer.

“Let’s move.” You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, confused. What was he saying?

“Let’s get a pretty house, with a kitchen you can cook in for how much ya want.” You chuckled at his statement, but when you saw he didn’t even smile back, your smile dropped.

Oh. He was serious.

“I’m not jokin’, sweetheart.” He shook his head. “We get a pretty cottage, get away from everything.”

“From everyone.”

You hadn’t spoken a word since he started talking about this. About a future with you. You’ve faced the topic a couple of times, but every time it sounded like dreaming. Just a pretty imaginary you two had before he left for another mission, like you just needed it to escape from reality.

It never felt this close to something real.

“Maybe we even start a family.” But when he said that, he mentally took a step back. “If ya want to.” He said right after, gulping. It was like he was afraid he could ruin the moment, like he was used to. To ruin the people around him.

And he never wanted to ruin you.

“Yeah.” You nodded when his gaze lowered. “Yeah. Let’s move.”

His eyes snapped at you the right moment you agreed with him.

“Get a place,” you continued “just me and you.”

Frank nodded, “Just me and you.”

You knew Frank Castle was capable of many things. He was capable of killing and torturing, and to do awful things. But he never thought he was able to settle down again after what happened to him once.

Frank didn’t know he would eventually be able to call a place ‘home’ again, but with you, he found the courage to.

And when it happened, he held you a little bit closer and tighter.

Now he kissed you longer, like he was savoring you. Not like he was saying ‘goodbye’, fearing that that could’ve been the last time he felt your lips against his.

Now he breathed in your shampoo more carefully, like he was anchoring himself to what was once just a dream.

Now the morning air seemed less sharp when he got out of bed, and the sun seemed brighter. The sheets turned softer and the nightmares almost disappeared fully. Your arms went warmer – Not that they’ve ever been cold for him.

And the rain against the windows felt like home, not something to be annoyed about or that made him feel calmer ‘cause with that sound, enemies wouldn’t have found him just as easily.

And all of this happened in that pretty cottage you so dreamed to move into with him.

frank placed several kissed on your jaw, and neck, before parting temporarily to strip you of your clothes. he continued to place several more sporadic kisses along your chest until a groan left his lips at the feelings of your damp panties. he was quick to remove the barrier before flipping you onto your stomach.

his hands fell to your hips before pulling them towards him and pushing your head into the pillows, before sayi- demanding you stay. you can feel his fingers prodding at your entrance, and he lets out a light chuckle at your gasp of surprise.

“gotta relax, baby” he quips, laying a kiss to your back “how ya’ gonna take my cock?”

his fingers begin to curl into you and you find yourself opting to ignore the question all together. his thumb begins to haphazardly circle around your clit, before he speeds the pumping of his fingers. a quiet whimper leaves your mouth, and for a moment frank pauses.

“ya’ gonna lemme hear ya’?” he questions before continuing his prior actions.

you let out a slight hum, but it still doesn’t take long for the pumps of his fingers to become lazy before he’s bringing them to his lips. you can feel the bed moving, and you’re shocked when his hand lands on your ass, and you let out a light yelp at the feeling.

“said, ya’ gonna lemme hear ya’?” except this time it seems to be more of a statement.

you once again reply with a hum that clearly leaves him dissatisfied, and his cock trails up and down your slit before entering your cunt abruptly. you let out a slight gasp at the feeling but it’s nothing compared to what frank had wanted, and his hand lands on your ass again relatively harsher. the noise that leaves your lips brings a slight smirk to his face and he's pulling your back to his chest by your hips. the thrusts of his hips speed up, he once again makes haphazard circles around you clit.  while his thrusts and the grip he has on you is rough, he finds himself laying gentle kisses to the back of your neck.

whimpers start to continuously fall from your lips, and the knot in your stomach is becoming a bit too much to ignore. the slight buck of your hips tells frank your close, and the stutter of his tells you he’s close. whatever your were trying to say comes out as mindless babbles, and you cant help but give up on your comment. as you begin to feel your high take over you feel franks thrusts slow.

“attagirl, lemme hear ya.’” frank stutters out as his thrusts come to a stop.

a/n : WOO FUCKIN 700 BITCH