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۶ৎ Frank Castle x fem!reader oneshot

۶ৎ warnings: gun grinding, gun in v, unprotected p in v, doggy, creampie, cervix kissing, spanking, lots of pet names and dirty talk, frank loves teasing you, a lil bit of fluff, no use of y/n, pre-established relationship, no plot, not proof read. ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ

۶ৎ word count: 1,876

۶ৎ an: was going feral at the idea of gunplay with frankie, first time writing pure smut like this in a while so pls be kind (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

۶ৎ minors dni .ᐟ.ᐟ

“attagirl, get yourself off on that glock.. ya wish it was me, dont’cha? keep being good, maybe you’ll get whatcha want.” frank purred with a shit eating grin on his face. your slick and puffy folds steadily rocked back and forth against the cold metal of the pistol barrel, a whimper sneaking past your lips each time it touches your swollen clit.

“look at ya… all needy and shit, fuckin beautiful.” he groaned at the sight, his legs spread with you in his lap, desperately grinding against his pistol while he held his finger on the trigger. his other hand kneaded your ass from behind, making his cock throb in his pants.

“fuck- frankie, please,” you panted through pathetic whimpers.

“please, what? yous’ a big girl, use your words princess.” he teased, knowing damn well what he was doing to you. making you speak up when it was so so hard, making you prove you could handle it, he knew you loved it all too. you continued to whimper and moan, struggling to get your words out.

“Cmon’, baby. you can do it. tell me whatcha need.” he angled the pistol slightly up, just enough to tease your hole with each rock.

“need, hah.. need to be fucked, frank- please? i’ve been so good,” you whined desperately, a pout on those cute lips of yours.

“thereee it is, that’s my girl.” he grunted, quickly shifting positions. now you were on your back, he pushed your legs together and up, against your chest. his calloused hands gripped your legs at the backs of your knees, holding you in place as his other hand worked his belt off. he stripped of his pants and boxers, finally unrestraining his thick and hard cock. he stroked himself a couple times before placing his tip at your entrance, teasing with a grin as he chuckled darkly, low and rough. he pressed himself against your hole, not pushing in, just friction. the sensation escaped you as he suddenly stopped, pulling his dick away and gently replacing it with cool gun metal.

“wha- frankie? hah, thought you were gonna fuck me,” you whined, confused and needy.

“ya too tight, dollface. need to work ya open, stretch that pretty pussy juuust enough for me to fit. ya want me to fit, don’tcha’?” he said low and rough, in that condescending tone that perfectly matched his grin. you whimpered and tried to fine the words as he slowly worked you open, swiping the barrel through your folds a couple more times before pushing it into your entrance. just a bit, just enough. his hand reached down and spread your pussy lips, giving a bit more stretch for the gun to make its way inside.

“look at that, gorgeous. fuckin amazing, this pussy of yours.” he said with a rough spit right on your pussy, lubing things up enough to properly fuck you with the pistol. he started slow, shallow pumps in and out with soft clinks from the metal. the sensation was completely foreign, rigid and cold melding with your warm insides.

“fuck, there ya go… stretchin ya nice and good, ain’t it?” he said as he eyed the way your soaked pussy enveloped his pistol like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. he shoved the pistol deeper once sure you were ready, pulling a gasp from your lips.

“ooh, yeah? you like that, princess?” he chuckled darkly, your sounds sending a jolt right to his dick.

“Mm, yes, fuck- yes, frankie!” you moaned as he fucked you harder with the pistol, grunts escaping his lips. it was hot, watching you unravel for him in this way. the metal was warm with your heat now, frank made sure it grazed that sweet spot just right.

“Good girl, take it. keep those legs up f’me.” he grunted as he released your legs, just so he could reach down and play with your clit. he pressed his thumb against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and rubbed it in tight little circles. it wasn’t long before that warm anticipation started bubbling up in your lower stomach.

“frankie, gonna cum- oh, fuck!” you whimpered through moans and gasps, hands clutching at the sheets as the metal punished your g spot over and over again.

“yeah? already?” he slowed down, just enough to delay your orgasm.

“do ya think ya deserve to cum around my glock, princess? yous been good enough? hm?” he asked low and gravely, still giving you slow and deep strokes with the gun. you’re only able to mumble something incoherently, he laughs at you.

“can’t hear ya, baby. speak up, stop that mumblin shit. ‘less you want me to stop altogether,” he teased, that knowing grin plastered on that face.

“no- no! frankie! please, please let me cum, i’ll be so good for you..” you whimpered desperately, knowing you needed just a little more before your orgasm would crash down, which frank knew too.

“attagirl. knew you could ask nicely. let go, baby. cum all over my glock, thaaats it..” he resumed the pace, fucking you hard and making sure he hit that sweet spot while rubbing your clit just right, exactly how he knew you liked it. you were seeing white soon, your back arched and legs tensed as your climax crashed over you. your walls clenched and pulsated around the gun with a gush, and he fucked you all the way through it. he didn’t stop until he knew you were done, limp and spent, breathing heavily.

“fuck, that’s my girl. yous all ready for me now, yeah?” he said as he slowly removed the gun, eyeing the way your pussy glistened. he didn’t give you a chance to answer before manhandling you and flipping you over, face down ass up. he stood behind you, stroking his thick cock while still holding the pistol against your rear in his other.

“yous gonna take this dick, ain’t ya? ass up, cmon, baby.” he ordered, you managed to follow even through your cloudy post-orgasm state.

“so pretty like this, doll. shit, don’t wanna fuckin wait anymore…” he grunted before pressing the thick head of his dick against your entrance, spitting on it before pushing in. he was big, not just in length- but in girth. it felt like being split in two everytime he fucked you, like he was stretching you out all over again.

“fuuck, that’s it, baby. tight as fuck, relax f’me princess…” his tip was just past your entrance and still pushing, deeper and deeper as you took deep breaths and tried to steady yourself. his hand gently rubbed your ass, attempting to soothe you as he pushed himself deeper.

“there ya go, ya take me so well baby…” he groaned as he bottomed out inside you, his pelvis meeting your rear. he stayed there for a minute, savoring the feelings of being inside you. the way your gummy walls enveloped him, warm and tight- he loved it. loved you. you couldn’t help but whimper when he started slowly thrusting his cock in and out, slow and deep strokes. he held your hips, one hand groping your ass while the other just held, pistol still in his hand and cold against your skin. you were whining before long, desperately needing more from him.

“what’s with tha whinin’, doll? somethin’ you need? hm?” he chuckled darkly, knowing damn well what you needed, he just loved to tease you.

“need more, frankie… faster, please?” you whimpered, looking back at him with that needy look in your eyes that drove him crazy.

“fuck, how can i say no to such a cute lil thing?” he sighed, picking up the pace and fucking you properly, drawing the cutest moans from your lips. he pistoned into you over and over again, grazing that sweet spot in you just enough to make you see stars. before you could realize what he was doing, you felt cool metal against your temple. his finger on the trigger, pointing the pistol right at your head.

“ya love this, fuck- don’tcha? taking my dick so well, good fuckin girl…” he pounded into you, not needing a real answer, he already knew. the metal against your temple as his cock repeatedly kissed your cervix was thrilling, intoxicating and addictive. you knew he’d never hurt you, he couldn’t even if he wanted to, it was just pure adrenaline.

“so fuckin wet n tight baby, all for me, yeah? cmon- say it. who’s pussy is this?” he grunted, landing a rough smack on your ass as he fucked you. the spanking, the gun to your head, the way he was thrusting into you deep and hard, it was all too much- you found it hard to speak, mumbles and whines left your lips as you struggled to follow his request.

“fuckin speak up, i know ya can… can’t hear ya with all that mumblin, babygirl.” another sharp smack.

“you- yours, frankie, ah! fuck, s’all yours,” you whined more coherently, making sure he heard you.

“thaaats right, good. smart girl.” he chuckled darkly, groping your ass hard. he paused to change the position of his hips, angling his trusts to hit you g-spot more precisely. you gasped and gripped the sheets tightly, feeling that warm feeling bubble up once again. he felt it, the way your cunt clenched around him just a bit tighter, the way your moans got louder… he knew you could be pushed over the edge. he reached his free hand around you, quickly finding your clit and stimulating it in tight circles.

“clenching me so tight, fuck, baby- you close, ain’t ya? yeah? cmon, princess… i’ll let ya cum, cum on my dick baby, fuck…” he groaned, throwing his head back slightly. it wasn’t long before you were cumming on his cock, legs trembling and pussy fluttering around him. his thrusts started to stutter, the way you clenched and gushed around him bringing him closer to his own orgasm. he fucked you through yours, not slowing down for a second and keeping the pistol planted on your temple.

“shit, so fuckin beautiful when you cum- i’m close too, doll, hah- where da ya want me?” he groaned desperately.

“in- inside, please- ah,” you moaned and whined, overstimulated from your recent orgasm.

“ya tryin to kill me, princess? fuck- that whatcha want? yous gonna get it baby, hah, gonna cum deep in that sweet pussy.” he grunted, only a couple more thrusts followed before a deep one- warmth spilled into you as thick ropes his seed flooded into you. he panted and gripped the meat on your ass hard, gun falling from his hand he collapsed on you. he wrapped an arm around you and kissed your shoulder, giving affection to make up for the roughness.

“so good… always so good, baby. fuckin love you,” he mumbled against your skin, closing his eyes for a moment and catching his breath. he eventually sat up and pulled out of you, another groan escaping his lips as you whined, sitting up to face him. he grabbed the gun again and showed you, empty. you already knew that, frank wouldn’t dare risk hurting you.

“this one’s my favorite now, gotta use it more often.”