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It was finally Friday and you were finally on your way home from work. Twenty minutes that's it. Twenty minutes and you'll be in the comfort of your bed.

....Twenty minutes my ass. You started cussing people out in the traffic jam because apparently the giant flashing arrow was impossible to see so twenty minutes turned into thirty-five. "Fucking perfect" you grumble as you start grabbing your phone to call Bucky and let him know you'll be late just to be faced with a dead battery. "You have got to be kidding me!!" You throw your phone in your passenger seat and just turn your radio up louder. This week has to end soon or it was going to be the end of you.

Bucky knew you were having a bad week. Every night you came home and would rant about whatever happened earlier in the day. At the beginning of the week, you came home laughing from how ridiculous things were, like what do you mean you split both cups of coffee you tried to make, and you threw coffee creamer around the kitchen when you went to shake it since the lid wasn't closed. You were always good at finding the humor because it was just one bad day. But then it was another and then another and then somehow you were gifted a Monday through Friday nine to five of just bad days.

You hadn't called him at all today so he wasn't sure what to expect when you got home. Obviously, he hoped you'd come in and be over the moon about how wonderful your day was, but when you didn’t come home at your usual time he knew it was probably another bad day. On Tuesday you mentioned the surprise new construction on the highway, and with it being five o'clock on a Friday he knew you'd be stuck for a while. So...he started to make dinner, that way itd be ready for you as soon as you got home.

You got home fifteen minutes late. You walked into the house ten minutes after getting home. Bucky watched from the kitchen window as you just sat in your car -- in silence. He winced when he realized there was no noise coming from you and as if the universe wanted to fuck with you even more it started pouring down rain as soon as you parked. "Oh shit..." He mumbles and dries his hands on the dish towel thrown over his shoulder as he unlocks the door.

"Hey babydoll." He greets you with open arms as you trudge in the house heavy from the rain and the weight of the week on your shoulders. You walked right into his chest and just sighed...brokenly...unevenly.

"I hate crying. I don't want to cry." You mumbled against him, "it's so stupid. Nothing serious even happening but...I just..." A sigh forces its way passed your lips cutting you off. Bucky could feel the pain rolling off of you and it was killing him knowing there wasn't much he could do.

"Wanna talk about it, angel?" He asked kissing the crown of your head. You shook your head before pausing and nodding, "I just--this week's been awful. It feels like the universe is laughing at me at this point. And I...fuck I don't know what I'm doing with my life Jamie." You start crying and go back to hiding in his chest before he could see the tears fall freely down your cheeks.

His jaw clenches and he nods, right after the words leave your mouth he recognizes that feeling immediately. "I know what that's like." He says quietly, "It doesn't last forever. I can promise you that."

A shaky breath escapes you both, the gravity of your words wrapping around you like a thick, unspoken truth.

You have to pull away first. Bucky refuses to pull away from you when you actually accept a hug in a time of emotional pain. You quickly wipe your face as you pull away and scrunch up your nose, "Is something burning?" Bucky gasps "the garlic bread!"

A/N: this was rushed and written on my phone. This week has been so...messy? Long? Idk it was shitty in every aspect but tumblr for me so again thank you so much for being here with me <3 also the things written actually happened this week to me. I did spill two cups of coffee back to back and I threw creamer in my kitchen. Today when I got home, fifteen minutes late due to traffic (where I got the idea for this) it started to rain out of no where

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bringing my hand down hard on your bare skin. feeling you jolt forward. rubbing the sting in slow circles after.

again. harder. watching the color rise on your skin. feeling you grip my leg.

sliding my hand between your thighs from behind. fingers finding your pussy. pressing through your lips slowly. feeling how wet you already are. how slick. “you’re soaking.” pressing firmer. feeling you push back. “already so wet and i’ve barely started.”

two fingers pressing inside you from behind. slow. feeling your pussy stretch around them. feeling you clench immediately. curling them up. finding that spot. hearing you gasp into the mattress.

bringing my hand down hard on your ass while my fingers curl inside you. feeling your pussy clench tight around my fingers every single time my hand connects with your skin. “can you feel that?” doing it again. hand coming down. fingers curling simultaneously. feeling you get wetter around my fingers with every spank. “your pussy clenches every time. did you know that? gets wetter every time.”

you shaking your head against the mattress.

setting a rhythm now. hand coming down on your ass while my fingers press deep and curl. over and over. feeling your pussy get slicker with every pass. your arousal coating my fingers completely. feeling you start grinding back against my hand between spanks. hips moving. chasing my fingers.

“greedy.” bringing my hand down harder. feeling you gasp. fingers pressing deeper. spreading them slightly inside you. feeling you stretch around them. “taking my fingers and grinding back for more at the same time.”

adding my thumb to your clit. pressing directly against it. rubbing slow circles while my fingers keep working inside you. bringing my hand down on your ass again at the same time. feeling your pussy clench so hard around my fingers at the impact that you moan into the mattress.

“stay still.” bringing my hand down again. watching your skin flush darker. fingers curling hard against that spot. thumb pressing against your clit. “you can take it.”

you trying your best. hips grinding back against my hand regardless. your pussy so wet now it’s dripping down my fingers.

“look at this mess.” pulling my fingers back slightly. feeling your pussy clench around them trying to keep them inside. “grinding back on my fingers while i’m spanking you.” pressing them back in deep. “such a desperate little thing.”

bringing my hand down harder now. three times fast. fingers curling deep against your spot with every single one. thumb rubbing your clit fast and direct.

feeling your pussy tighten around my fingers. your thighs shaking. hips stuttering.

“cum.” fingers curling hard. hand coming down one final time.

your pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers. soaking my hand completely. moans muffled by the mattress by still louder than the last one. hips pressing back and staying there. shaking through every second of it.

rubbing your ass slow with my palm. fingers still inside you.

pressing a kiss to the small of your back.

Warnings: Intense dom/sub dynamic, deep subspace, overstimulation, implied smut, emotional vulnerability, past partner neglect, gentle aftercare (bathing, cleaning, dressing, cuddling), protective!soft!possessive!Frank, hurt/comfort, mild language, healing

Summary: After an intense night together, Frank finds you trying to do aftercare by yourself. What starts as confusion turns into quiet rage and aching tenderness when he realizes you’ve always had to take care of yourself. That ends tonight. Because Frank Castle doesn’t let the woman, he loves float alone in space

xoxoxo

Your thighs were still trembling.

You couldn’t move without shaking—hell, you could barely breathe right. Your skin was flushed, sensitive, and your head felt like it was floating somewhere between reality and the stars. Everything echoed. Every touch still lingered like fire. Every whisper Frank had growled against your skin replayed like a prayer.

You were limp on the bed, sheets soaked beneath your hips, mouth parted, eyes hazy. Floating. Blinking fast like that would pull you down from orbit.

And yet—with what little strength you had—you stirred. Reached out. Fumbled blindly for the towel abandoned after Frank’s shower. You’d done this a hundred times before. Clean yourself. Ground yourself. Take care of the mess alone, like always.

Frank had collapsed beside you minutes ago, panting and sweat-drenched. But as soon as you moved, he blinked at you, brows knitting.

“Where you goin’, baby?”

“Just… cleanup,” you whispered. Your voice was floaty. Far away. “It’s okay. I got it.”

Frank pushed up on his elbow, eyes narrowing as he watched you shake your way through some kind of ritual he didn’t recognize. Water bottle. Wipes. The shaking of your fingers. The dissociation in your eyes.

“The fuck you doing?” he asked. Not harsh. Just sharp. Alarmed.

You blinked at him, confused by the question. “I always do this. I’m fine. I promise. I’m used to it—”

“What?”

Frank sat up completely. The mattress dipped. You stilled.

Then, soft as a confession, “No one’s ever really… done aftercare. I usually just do it myself.”

You meant it casually. Like it didn’t matter. But the shame was already creeping in, burning at your throat.

Frank froze.

Then, voice low and dangerous, “What do you mean ‘no one’s ever done aftercare for ya’?”

You swallowed. “They got what they wanted and would roll over or fall asleep or just leave… and I’d just clean up after, maybe get some water or take a bath if it was bad. It’s not a big deal. It’s normal.”

His entire body locked.

You watched him clench his jaw, drag a slow hand over his face like he was trying not to put it through a wall. “Fucking hell.”

“Frankie—”

“No,” he snapped. Then gentled instantly. “No. Don’t. Don’t you dare make excuses for that shit, baby. That’s not okay. You—fuck. You don’t do that to someone you just wrecked. You don’t leave them floatin’ in space tryin’ to put themselves back together.”

You looked down. “It’s not like they were all bad. I just… learned to handle it.”

His hand was on your face before you could finish—steady, warm, grounding. He tilted your chin so you’d look him in the eye.

“You don’t ‘handle’ it anymore,” he said firmly. “You don’t take care of yourself after givin’ me your whole fuckin’ body. I’m the one who took you apart—let me be the one who puts you back together pumpkin.”

He paused.

“You’re not fuckin’ doin’ that anymore.”

And then—just as quickly as the fire came—he softened. His thumb brushed your cheek.

“You’re floatin’, baby,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “You’re still up there. Let me bring you down safely, gently. Let me take care of my girl. ”

You nodded, dazed. And when you finally let go, your body slack against the mattress, Frank was already moving.

He picked you up—literally lifted you—and you instinctively curled against him, burying your face in his chest. His voice dropped low, soothing: “I got you now. Just breathe for me, dollbaby.”

By the time you reached the bathroom, the water was already running.

He climbed in behind you, settled you between his legs, your back to his chest. His arms curled around your waist like armor.

Frank whispered the whole time.

“You did so good for me.”

“You’re safe now.”

“You’re mine. Let me take care of what’s mine.”

“You’re not alone in this. You don’t have to do shit on your own anymore.”

He washed your hair like you were something holy. Massaged your scalp with calloused fingers, gentle where others had been careless. He kissed the crown of your head after every rinse. Washed your skin with reverence. Whispered love into your shoulders, your knees, the delicate bend of your neck.

When he finally carried you back to bed—dressed in his soft shirt, wrapped in your favorite blanket—you were no longer floating. Just warm. Heavy. Safe.

He tucked in behind you, pulled you close like he was afraid to let go. One arm locked across your waist. The other cradled your head.

“You didn’t have to do all that,” you mumbled, half-asleep.

His voice came fierce in the dark. “Yeah. I did. And I will. Every time.”

You fell asleep to the sound of his heart behind you—steady, solid. For once, you weren’t bracing yourself. You weren’t rushing to fix the mess. You were just held.

And Frank?

He didn’t sleep at all. He held you for hours—processing, aching—because you’d been forced to carry that hurt alone for too long.

And he’d be damned if you ever did again.

xoxoxo

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you’ve been staring all night. trying to be subtle about it. watching my hands when i pick up my drink. when i gesture while talking. when i run them through my hair. thinking i don’t notice.

but i notice everything, angel. especially when you’re this obvious.

“come here.” pulling you closer. you responding so easily. always so good for me. “you like my hands, baby?”

you blushing. caught. nodding. “yes…” “yes what?” “yes, i like your hands…”

“i can tell. you’ve been watching them for the past hour.” bringing one hand to your face. cupping your jaw. thumb stroking your cheek. you leaning into it. “they’re pretty, right?”

you nodding. “so pretty…” me smiling. “want to know what else they’re good for besides being pretty?”

your breath catching. knowing where this is going. wanting it desperately. “yes… please…”

“please what, love?” making you say it. you whimpering. “please show me… what your hands can do…”

me tilting my head. considering. “okay, baby. but we’re going to do this my way.” you nodding eagerly. “anything…”

“lie down.” you doing it immediately. me following. settling beside you. one hand sliding to your throat. light pressure. testing. “like this?”

you gasping. nodding. “yes…” me increasing pressure slightly. watching your eyes. “good. keep your eyes on me, angel. i want to see your face.”

other hand sliding down your body. over your clothes. between your legs. you already squirming. “so eager. and i haven’t even really touched you yet.”

applying more pressure to your throat. not enough to really restrict. just enough to feel controlled. you moaning. hips lifting. seeking my other hand.

“patience, baby.” hand between your legs rubbing over your pants. feeling how wet you already are. “god, you’re soaked. all from watching my hands?”

you nodding. can’t speak with pressure on your throat. me easing up slightly. “use your words, love.” “yes… just from your hands… i’ve been thinking about them all night…”

“thinking about what, exactly?” increasing throat pressure again. hand working between your legs more purposefully. you gasping. “thinking about… them inside me… around my throat… everywhere…”

“well you’re getting both now, aren’t you?” unbuttoning your pants. sliding them down. you helping. desperate. me watching your face the whole time.

finally touching you directly. sliding through wetness. you moaning loudly. me tightening my grip on your throat. “shh. not too loud, baby.”

working you slowly. one finger. then two. curling. finding that spot. hand on your throat pulsing. squeeze. release. squeeze. watching your eyes go hazy.

“still think they’re pretty, angel?” you trying to nod. trying to answer. me not giving you enough air to speak properly. “that’s okay. you don’t have to talk just yet.”

pumping my fingers. curling them perfectly. stretching you. hand still wrapped around your throat. you completely at my mercy.

getting you close fast. can feel it. the way you’re clenching. the way your hips are moving. “going to cum for me, baby? going to show me how much you love these hands?”

you trying to answer. just gasping. eyes rolling back. me working you harder. faster. hand on your throat tightening. “cum. now.”

you breaking. cumming around my fingers. whole body convulsing. me loosening my grip on your throat. letting you breathe. letting you scream. fingers still moving. working you through it.

finally slowing. pulling my fingers out. you gasping. trying to catch your breath. me bringing my wet fingers to your lips. hand still loosely on your throat.

“open.” you obeying. me sliding my fingers into your mouth. “clean them. taste what my pretty hands did to you.”

you sucking. tongue working. cleaning every bit of yourself off. me watching. “good girl. such a good girl for me.”

pulling my fingers out. both hands on your face now. cupping it. “so, angel. which did you like better? hand on your throat or fingers inside you?”

me slowing immediately. not stopping completely but gentling my movements. barely moving my fingers now. “okay, baby. okay. just breathe with me.” kissing your forehead so softly. lingering there. “you did so well, sweetheart. so incredibly well.”

fingers still inside you. just the smallest movements. keeping you full but not overwhelming you. “that was beautiful, love. you’re beautiful.” kissing your cheeks. tasting the salt from your tears. “my perfect girl.”

waiting. letting you catch your breath. stroking your face with my free hand. “but i think you have one more in you, sweetheart.” you immediately shaking your head. eyes wide. pleading.

“shh shh, i know, baby. i know you’re so sensitive right now.” kissing your forehead again. your nose. so gentle. “but yes you do, love. your body is so good at this. so responsive to me.”

gradually working you a tiny bit faster. still so gentle. watching your face. “look at me, baby. eyes on me.” waiting until you focus on my face. “there you are. stay right here with me, sweetheart.”

thumb moving back to your clit. the lightest pressure. barely anything. you gasping. trying to close your legs. me keeping them open with my other hand. “i know it’s intense, love. i know every touch feels like so much right now.”

kissing your cheeks again. your jaw. your chin. covering your face in soft kisses. “but you’re going to be such a good girl and give me another one. i know you can, baby. i believe in you completely.”

fingers curling slightly inside you. finding that spot. you whimpering. “please…” voice so small. so overwhelmed. me cradling your face with my free hand. “please what, sweetheart? tell me.”

“i don’t think i can…” you crying harder. me wiping your tears with my thumb. “yes you can, sweetheart. your body already knows how. it’s already building, isn’t it? i can feel you getting close again.”

and it’s true. despite the sensitivity. despite the protests. your body responding. clenching around my fingers. me working you so carefully. so perfectly. “that’s it, baby. don’t fight it. just let your body do what it’s so good at.”

rubbing your clit in slow circles. fingers pumping gently inside. “you’re doing so well, angel. even when it’s hard. even when it feels like too much. you’re being so brave for me.”

leaning down. kissing your forehead. your temple. your cheeks. your nose. covering your whole face in kisses. “my beautiful girl. my perfect baby. look how well you take my fingers even when you’re this sensitive.”

you moaning at the affection and praise. getting closer despite yourself. “stay with me, love. keep those pretty eyes on me.” holding your gaze. “i want to see your face when you cum for me again.”

working you steadily now. consistent rhythm. thumb pressing firmer on your clit. “that’s it, baby. you’re right there. i can feel it. your body is ready to give me one more.”

“i… mommy i…” you gasping. can barely speak. me stroking your face. “i know, sweetheart. i know. let it happen. be a good girl and cum for me one more time.”

you finally breaking. cumming around my fingers. harder than expected. whole body shaking. crying out. me not stopping. working you through every second. “there you go. that’s my good girl. so perfect. so beautiful.”

slowing as you finish. gentling my touch. carefully pulling my fingers out. you collapsing completely. exhausted. overstimulated. tears streaming.

me immediately bringing you close. pulling you against my chest. “come here, baby. i’ve got you.” wrapping my arms around you. holding you so tight.

kissing the top of your head. your forehead. your face. everywhere i can reach. “you were amazing, sweetheart. absolutely amazing. i’m so proud of you.”

you hiding your face in my neck. shy suddenly. embarrassed maybe. not responding. just breathing hard against me.

“hey, look at me, love.” gently tilting your face up. seeing how flushed you are. how your eyes won’t quite meet mine. “there’s my pretty girl.”

kissing your forehead. your nose. your cheeks. your chin. covering your face in soft kisses. “you gave me three, baby. three beautiful orgasms. do you know how good you were?”

you just making a small sound. still too shy to respond properly. me smiling. continuing to kiss your face. “so good, sweetheart. the best. my perfect girl.”

stroking your hair. your back. your arms. touching you everywhere gently. affectionately. “your body is incredible, love. the way you respond to me. the way you gave me one more even when you thought you couldn’t.”

more kisses. your forehead. your temple. your cheek. “i’m so proud of you, baby. so incredibly proud. you were so brave. so trusting.”

you curling closer into me. still not talking. just soaking up the praise. the affection. the gentle touches. me giving you all of it freely.

“my beautiful baby. did so well for me.” kissing your hair. rocking you gently. “even when it was too much. even when you were so sensitive. you gave me what i asked for. such a good girl.”

holding you like that. praising softly. touching you gently. letting you come down slowly. safely. “you’re perfect, sweetheart. absolutely perfect. every part of you.”

stroking your face. your neck. your shoulders. your arms. showing affection to your whole body. “i love everything about you, baby.”

more forehead kisses. cheek kisses. nose kisses. “rest now, love. you earned it. did such a good job for me.”

you finally relaxing completely. safe in my arms. still shy but settling. me continuing to hold you. praise you. kiss you. show you exactly how good you were.