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Febuwhump Prompt - Black Eye

Prompt - ‘It's been a rough few days and nothing sounds better than falling asleep in your arms.’

The air around you was hot, too hot, to the point where you could feel the sweat dripping off you. The heat, it was never a good thing when mixed with exhaustion and today was no exception as you listened as the group argued amongst themselves, glancing back at you every so often as you sat with your hands cuffed to the chair.

“I’m tellin’ ya she knows ‘im.” One of the men insisted, pointing over at you like that would help make his point.

“Man, I’m tired of hearing your damn voice. We’ve been at this for two days, she ain’t saying shit and Castle ain’t comin’ for her.” Another said as he pushed against the first man's chest.

“You wanna do that again?” The first man said, stepping forward only to be shoved back by the man you assumed was in charge.

“Shut the hell up, the pair of ya,” He snapped before he walked over to you and squatted down. From here you could see the beads of sweat on his own forehead. “Now girly, we don’t wanna be hurting ya but the thing is Frank Castle hurt a lot of my men so now I gotta deal with that, you understand, right sweetheart?”

You licked your looks, raising an eyebrow at the man before you tilted your head back only to bring it smashing down against his seconds later, eyes scrunching in pain as you pulled away before you pried them open to see the man on the floor holding his bleeding nose.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that doll.” He warned you, spitting out a mouthful of blood as his friends helped him stand.

“Call me doll again and you’ll be the one regretting it.” You snarled, tugging against your restraints as you cursed the day you ever met Frank Castle whilst also begging for him to hurry up and find you.

“I like you, such a feisty thing ain’t ya? Too bad I gotta kill ya, slowly, painfully, coulda been nice, keepin’ ya around.” He said, brushing a strand of hair from your face causing you to lean back as far as you could with a glare. “Hell, I’ll make ya a deal, just tell me about the big, bag Punisher and I let you go.”

“I already told you,” You repeated for the twenty fifth time in the past two days, “I don’t know Frank Castle.”

“Ya expecting me to believe that, are ya? No, no, no, ya see I know ya lying to me, girly, my man said he saw Castle sneaking in and outta ya apartment, so no more bullshit now, alright? Just tell us where he is.” The man said and you didn’t even bother to respond, just shifted in your seat as you stared up at him, defiantly jutting your chin out causing him to grin.

“Ya really are a tough little thing, ain’t ya?” He told you before he swung his fist back and let it connect to your face, a pained cry leaving your lips as his brass knuckles connected with your cheek, cutting into the skin as blood leaked from the wounds.

“That was just a warning.” He told you before his fist hit your cheek once more as you desperately tried to blink back tears, face scrunched up in pain as you felt more blood pool around the cuts and slide down your cheeks.

Frank smashed the low life’s race against the brick wall before dragging him back using the strong grip he had on the guy's hair.

“I’m only gonna ask you this once more,” Frank murmured into his ear, “Who’s looking for me?”

The guy denied all knowledge once again and Frank grinned.

“Alright,” he said, pulling the guy's head back and getting ready to smash it against the wall again.

“Wait, wait, wait, maybe I know somethin’.” He said, causing Frank to pause just before his face connected with the wall. “Yeah, yeah, The Punisher right, s’what they’re callin’ you, yeah maybe some guys were talking bout you.”

“What guys?” Frank asked, losing his patience, two days of punching, shooting and killing people in this heat wave and he was still no closer to finding you.

He knew, he knew he should’ve been more careful, knew he should never have got involved with you because something like this was always going to happen.

“I don’t know,,” he said and Frank pulled his head back and the guy began sputtering again, “whoa hold up man, hold up, they were British right, they were British, s’all I know, s’all I know, s’all I know.”

Frank threw the guy on the ground and turned away, walking away with his guns drawn knowing exactly who had taken you.

It didn’t take him long to pull up to a bar, flinging the doors open and standing in the doorway with his gun raised. The room fell silent as the bartender raised a hand non threateningly, the other reaching beneath the bar.

“We don’t want any trouble.” He said, British accent filling the silence.

“You’re gonna tell me where she is and you’re gonna tell me now.” Frank said quietly, calmly, shooting a bullet into the man’s shoulder as he drew his own gun.

“I said,” he said, pressing the gun against the guy’s chest, “you’re gonna tell me where she is.”

“Hey, I don’t know who you’re talking about!” He protested.

“The guys following me took my girl, I don’t appreciate that much, so you’re gonna tell me where they’re hiding her or I’m gonna kill you, slowly, maybe I start by cutting off your fingers one at a time-“

“Alright, alright, their secrets aren’t worth my life,” the bartender gave in easily, raising his hands, “there’s a warehouse, not too far from here, that’s where they’re holdin’ her, I swear.”

Frank got the directions before he headed out of the bar, slamming the door of his van shut as he hit the gas, breaking every speeding law but that was the best of his long list of crimes.

You watched as the man lifted a pair of pliers off the work table before he crouched down in front of you.

“Now dear, this is only gonna hurt a hell of a lot.” He told you with a grin before he placed the pliers under one of your fingernails and began to pull, causing you to let out a scream.

Frank climbed out of the car, freezing as he heard your scream echo from somewhere inside the building. It took him a second to shake himself into action, grabbing his guns and making quick, but quiet, work of sneaking into the warehouse, hating that he had to follow the sound of your screams.

You withered against the restraints as your fingernails were pulled off, slowly and painfully, throwing you head back in agony. As the man moved onto the next fingernail you bucked up against the seat, trying to move any part of your body but you couldn’t, ankles and wrists tied to the chair and you let out another scream, sobbing loudly as you pleaded with him to stop, begging him.

“You want it to stop?” He laughed, shoving his face under yours. “All you have to do is tell me where the big, bad punisher is.”

You sobbed, panting for breath at the short break you were given before you shook your head, mouthing the word ‘no’ repeatedly but no sound came out.

“No, no,” he laughed, looking down at you in disbelief before over to the others in the room. “You believe this girl? Tough bitch.”

You started screaming again as he took one of your nailless finger tips in his hand, squeezing down painfully before the sound of gunshots filled the room.

You looked up, forcing your eyes open before slumping in your seat in utter relief as you watched Frank shoot down the men in the room before he marched over and grabbed the man hurting you, throwing him up against the wall and aiming the gun right between his eyes.

“You think you can touch my girl?” He snarled, pressing the gun painfully against the guy's head causing him to try and shake it off but Frank was giving him no room to move. “Hey, you think just cause you got beef with me that means you can touch my girl!”

“Hey, relax, she’s fine.” The guy said, making things worse for himself.

“Oh she’s fine is she?” Frank asked sarcastically, “Yeah cause the way I see it is my girls strapped to a chair, missing two fingernails and sporting some nasty cuts and a black eye, so you wanna tell me she’s fine again?”

The guy realised he had no way out, his men were dead on the floor and he’d pissed Frank Castle off big time. So he whimpered pathetically as he began begging for his life but Frank just smirked at him.

“You know, you’re real lucky my girl needs me right now otherwise I’d make you suffer, I’d hurt you the way you hurt her and then some but she needs me so I guess a good ol’ fashion bullet is just gonna have to do the trick.”

“No, no, no, please, please.” The guy’s cries were silenced as the sound of a single gunshot echoed around the room before Frank turned to you, crouching in front of you and cupping your injury free cheek.

“Hey, you’re alright baby, I’m here.” Frank kept up his steady, soft stream of reassuring words as he freed you of your restraints before helping you stand, wrapping your arm around him as he took your weight and practically carried you out of the room.

The drive home was silent as you clung to Frank’s hand, his thumb brushing over your skin comfortingly and it wasn’t long before you were at his apartment and being led to his bedroom and settled gently in the bed, sat up with the covers around you.

Frank was gentle as he cleaned your fingers, pressing kisses around the skin when you winced and whimpered then he turned his attention to your face. He was careful as he cleaned the cuts, thankful that they were only shallow and only needed a quick clean.

He let his thumb brush just below your bruised eyes, wincing as you winced.

“I’m so, so sorry, baby.” He murmured, eyes wide as he took in your injuries. “I never should have let this happen, told you you were better off without me and let you talk me around.”

“Hey, you’re not getting rid of me, Frank.” You laughed shakily and he let out a huff of laughter because here you were in pain and injured because of him and instead of feeling sorry for yourself which you had every right to do you were taking his hand in his and looking up at him with a comforting smile.

“Should let me go,” He said quietly, shifting so he lay next to you with his head resting on your hair and his arms around you, “should tell me to walk out of that damn door and never come back.”

“Or I could tell you that I’ve had a really hard few days and all I want to do is fall asleep with you next to me.” You said, pulling back to tilt your head up at him.

He couldn’t help the soft smile that pulled on his lips before he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a few moments before he pulled away and helped you lay down, taking you back into his arms and holding you close, mindful of your injuries.

“Never gonna let you out of my sight again.” He mumbled into your hair, smiling at the soft chuckle you let out as you cuddled closer to him.

“Sounds good to me.” You told him sleepily, feeling your eyelids blinking closed and not having the energy to open them again.

“Go t’sleep, baby, I’m right here.” And you did as the man said because despite everything you knew there was no safer place than at Frank Castle’s side.

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The One Thing I Care About

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Febuwhump Prompt - "Help Them."

Prompt - ‘That's the thing about caring about somebody...they can always be used against you.“

You could feel the cold, damp floor under your knees, could hear the constant sound of rain dripping through the cracks in the roof, could smell the dead body that was already in the room as you were dragged in and you could feel the tight zip ties that bound your wrists and ankles together.

What you couldn’t do was see anything.

You didn’t know how long you’d been taken for, had no idea where you were. All you knew was that one minute you were outside Frank’s apartment with a bag full of take out food and the next a group of men were grabbing you, covering your eyes and tying your hands, leaving you struggling with no chance of getting out.

From there you were thrown in the trunk of a car, the heat outside was already unbearable and being trapped in the trunk had you choking, desperately trying to catch your breath as sweat ran down your forehead, mixing with the tears that slipped past the blindfold.

Eventually you were pulled out of the trunk and dragged into the room you were in now, the men throwing you to the floor before you felt fists and boots connect with any part of your body they could, leaving you a sobbing mess on the floor as they finished up and left the room.

Pain spread through your entire body but you knew you had to get out of there, how you were going to do that you had no idea but sitting around waiting for whatever was to come wasn’t an option. So you struggled against the zip ties, wishing you had listened to Frank’s lessons on survival more rather than just laughing and rolling your eyes at him, promising you’d never need to use them.

Apparently the bad guys didn’t agree with that and when they couldn’t get The Punisher then they’d just take his girl and wait for him. It wasn’t a bad plan either, except for the part where none of them, no matter how many weapons they had, no matter just how many people were a part of this, none of them stood a chance against Frank Castle.

Getting free of your restraints was useless so instead you switched to trying to get the blindfold off, hoping for half a clue about your surroundings, knowing you’d get nothing about exactly where they had taken you but you could work with the things left in the room, hopefully there was something sharp enough laying around that could cut the zip ties.

But after an hour of shifting around awkwardly on the floor whilst trying to push through the pain, you hadn’t gotten very far. The knot tying the blindfold was tight, painfully tight around your head and you had to stop when you heard footsteps, crawling as far away from the direction of them as you could until you hit a wall.

You startled as the door slammed open, the sound echoing around the room before more footsteps sounded, branching off in different directions around the room. You missed the man who squatted down in front of you, only aware of him when you flinched from his touch, him grabbing your chin in between his fingers and tilting your head side to side before he let go and moments later you felt a fist connect to the side of your head causing you to bite your lip, hard enough to bleed, to suppress a cry of pain.

“Oh, it’s going to be fun killing you,” The man said, fingers trailing across the newest cut on your cheek and despite the pain you still managed to smile before huffing a laugh.

“He’s gonna kill you.” You managed to choke out, barely suppressing a grimace at the taste of blood in your mouth before you spat it at him, taking great delight in the disgusted noise you got in return.

“No sweetheart, he isn’t. I’m going to kill you, slowly, painfully and Frank Castle is going to watch it all.” He snarled as he took your jaw painfully in his hand, bringing your faces close together before he threw you onto the floor, your head connecting with it painfully.

The sounds of chuckles, a few more kicks to your chest and the sound of fading footsteps were all you were aware of before passing out.

Frank knew something was wrong when you were late. He’d tried calling you countless times before he threw the phone across the room, the only sound to be heard was Frank’s panting breaths and the sound of a phone smashing against the wall before hitting the ground.

Then the sound of guns being assembled and bags being filled with ammo and whatever weapons Frank could stuff into them filled the room. Once he was done he flew out the door, throwing the bags into the van before slamming the door and starting the engine.

Whoever thought they could take you and get away with it had another thing coming.

You awoke when you heard shouting, a man and a woman, the man pleading and the woman shouting threats. You flinched as you heard a gunshot followed by the sound of the man groaning and crying as the woman sobbed heartbrokenly.

“That will be you soon enough.” A voice sounded next to your ear causing you to jump and try and move away but you couldn’t and had to feel him run his fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled a knife out and stabbed it into your thigh  before ripping it out causing you to sob. Your body tried to move on its own accord but the man was still holding your hair, keeping you in place. “He’s coming.” The man told you before he stood to leave.

You waited until they had left the room, the only sounds were that of the woman crying, the man's laboured breathing and you forcing cries down and panting heavily against the pain in your now bloody thigh

“Hey,” You managed to grit out, hearing the woman shift, “Can you move?”

“No, my hands,” She choked out, “They’re tied.”

Her words caused you to scrunch your eyes shut behind the blindfold as you silently cursed.

“He’s going to die.” The woman said and you bit your lip, trying to find the right words to comfort her but there were none.

“My boyfriend-” You began, swallowing against the vomit that threatened to come up” You know The Punisher? He’s coming, he’s coming and he’ll kill them all.”

The woman said nothing, only continued crying and you leaned back hating how helpless you felt, tugging against your restraints with no luck. You felt dizzy, the sudden blood loss had you fighting to stay conscious, you couldn’t fall asleep…you couldn’t.

The sound of gunshots ringing through the building were the first thing you heard when you forced your way back to consciousness, cursing yourself for giving into the blood loss so easily but smiled as you knew exactly who was causing so much noise.

“He’s here.” You slurred out, laughing slightly as you did.

The door slammed open and you sobbed as you were forced up, feeling the wound on your thigh gush more blood as a gun was held to your head. The sound of footsteps coming to a halt at the door had you smiling, knowing it was Frank.

“Let her go, you got me.” You sobbed at the sound of Frank’s voice and despite the gun to your head you relaxed automatically.

“Yes I do,” The man holding you smirked, “But we both know just killing you would be too easy, you care about her.”

“I said let her go!” Frank snapped, not lowering his gun as he desperately tried to get a shot, any shot that would take the man down before he could pull his own trigger.

“Not happening, Castle! You kill my men, I take the one thing you care about.” The man laughed and you knew Frank well enough to know he’d have the gun trained at him, knew he’d be finding a way to kill the man without hurting you.

The man’s grip on you wasn’t tight, obviously expecting the fear of the gun against your temple to scare you into stillness but he was wrong. You hated that you couldn’t see Frank but you didn’t need to, you trusted him to move in sync with you.

You took a deep breath as silently as possible, mouthed at Frank to be ready causing him to cock an eyebrow up but didn’t show any other signs that you were going to do anything. He just tightened his finger on the trigger waiting for your move.

You threw your head back, managing to headbutt the man in the face before you threw yourself onto the floor, crying as the pain from your thigh spread through your entire body, it felt like it was on fire but the sound of the gunshot cut through the pain and you couldn’t help but laugh even as the tears fell from your face.

Seconds later Frank was crouched down in front of you, gently pulling the blindfold from your face. You smiled up at him, beyond relieved to see him smiling down at you, leaning into the touch as he cupped your cheeks and brushed away your tears.

Your eyes trailed past him and you saw the woman you’d spoken to earlier crying over her boyfriend's body, not sure if he was alive or not.

“Help them.” You whispered to Frank and watched as he frowned before following your gaze and looking at the couple as if he hadn’t seen him when he entered the room.

“Gotta look after you.” You murmured back, pulling a knife out of his pocket and easily cutting at the zipties and dragging you into his arms, holding you against his chest and you couldn’t help but let more tears fall as you gripped the bulletproof vest, smiling as he pressed his lips to your head and letting them rest there.

You pulled away soon enough though, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“Help them.” You said again, looking Frank in the eyes and watched him roll them before he nodded.

“I’ll be right back, baby.” He told you, placing a kiss to your forehead again before making his way over to them.

“Hi, I’m Frank,” He smiled at the woman and you watched with a grin as he spoke softly to her before leaning down and picking her boyfriend up after cutting her restraints and led them out of the room.

You didn’t let your eyes wander over to the dead body, just shut them as you leaned your head against the wall and let yourself fall into a light sleep knowing that you were safe, Frank was always going to keep you safe.

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No Promises

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Febuwhump Prompt - Too Weak to Move

Prompt - "I'll be here."

You let out a soft whine as you tried to sit up, struggling against the pain in your head and the way the world seemed to spin like you were on a ride at a fair. You had to pause and swallow against the sudden feeling of sickness that threatened to come up, collapsing back down as sweat pooled against your forehead.

Around you you could hear the sounds of people shouting and grunting and gunshots from somewhere around you but your ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton wool, making the fight seem like it was somewhere way off in the distance rather than happening around you.

You knew you should open your eyes, knew that keeping them closed was a bad idea and that if you fell asleep the chances of you waking back up weren’t great but you just couldn’t. You tried to force them open, focused on nothing else but opening your eyes but they refused to cooperate and so you gave up, desperately wishing you were back in a warm bed as your blood ran cold and you felt yourself getting weaker and weaker with every breath.

The pain in your head was unbearable, the bullet had skimmed directly across your temple, all the way through your hair, leaving you with a deep, bloody line. You could feel the blood pouring from the wound and knew you needed help soon but the last time you’d seen Frank he was on the opposite side of the room taking on at least six gang members, leaving you to deal with the other four.

And you had dealt with them, you killed three of them easily but missed the fourth one who snuck away before getting a shot in. You’d cried out in pain as you felt the bullet skim the side of your head but didn’t react more than that as you aimed your gun at him, killing him before you fell to the floor yourself and pulled yourself behind one of the large crates for cover.

You tried to move again but it was no use, your body refused to listen to you and you were left slumped there, hoping Frank dealt with the others quickly.

You felt yourself swimming in and out of consciousness and by the time gunshots stopped and the only sound filling the room was Frank’s panting, you were losing hold of any consciousness you had.

“Y/N?” Frank called out and you tried to lift your hand but it refused to cooperate, you tried to call back to him but it was like your throat had closed up and all you could do was let out a weak sounding groan.

Thankfully, despite the quietness of it, Frank heard you and his head snapped in your direction as he quickly made his way over to you, falling onto his knees with a soft curse. You felt his fingers on your face, felt them brush just below the wound before he moved your head to the side and traced the length of it causing you to let out a soft cry.

“Sorry baby,” he muttered softly, trying to come up with a plan, knowing he couldn’t just walk into a hospital, knowing you couldn’t go into a hospital. He let out another curse and rooted through his pocket, pulling up his contacts and finding the R section, knowing that he had no other choice and Daredevil had a nurse.

“Hello?” Red answered the phone after two rings and Frank huffed out a relieved breath.

“It’s me,” He said into the phone, keeping his attention on you and patting your cheek softly. “Hey, don’t fall asleep, ya hear me?” He said to you and you managed a weak groan.

“What happened?” Red asked and Frank knew he could probably hear you using whatever heightened senses he had.

“I need your nurse friend, it’s Midnight,” Frank told him, rolling his eyes at the nickname the media had given you, The Punisher and Midnight join forces…, you managed a weak, barely there chuckle just knowing Frank’s reaction to having to use that name. “She’s hurt and I can’t move her.”

“I’ll call Claire, where are you?”

You listened as Frank told Red where the two of you were and hoped like hell his nurse friend would get here soon enough because you weren't sure how much longer you could fight against slipping into unconsciousness.

“Hey, you still with me?” Frank asked as he hung up the phone, hand cupping your face and you desperately wanted to lean into the touch, getting more and more frustrated at your inability to move.

Somehow you managed another groan and Frank frowned down at you, brushing his thumb across your closed eyelid and wishing he could do something to help. He hated feeling useless, especially when it came to you and if anything happened to you it’d be on him. He should have realised something was wrong sooner and silently cursed himself as he looked at your bloody head.

You felt consciousness slipping further and further away, barely awake when you heard the door to the warehouse open, the noise echoing loudly through the room and cutting Frank’s soft, reassuring murmurings off. You felt him tense and heard his hand rest of his gun before a woman’s voice sounded through the room.

“Hello? I’m Claire, Daredevil said you needed help.” You didn’t need to see Frank, you knew he deflated as he realised there was no new threat, just somebody there to help.

“Over here!” He called, raising an arm for her to see him behind the crates.

You tried to let out a whine but found you couldn’t even make noises anymore as your body became heavier with exhaustion.

Frank watched the nurses every move and Claire made sure to keep her movements clear as she knelt down next to you, wincing as she looked at the wound, noticing how you didn’t flinch or make a noise as she poked at it with gloved hands.

“Is she awake?” You heard her ask Frank and you tried to make a noise, tried to twitch a finger but you couldn’t. Fear flowed through you as you desperately tried to do something but just continued to lay there, motionless.

“Hey Y/N/N, come on, wake up.” Frank pleaded with you, pale faced and feeling his own fear run through his veins as he turned to glare over at the nurse, the threat clear in his eyes of what would happen if you didn’t make it.

“She needs to be in a hospital.” Claire told him as she started rummaging through her bag.

No hospital, you tried to say but of course no words came out.

“No hospital.” Frank snapped at her for you and you smiled to yourself even if your lips didn’t move an inch. “Help her.”

“I’ll do what I can,” Claire promised, getting to work on cleaning the wound, “But I can make any promises and I need you to keep a clear head.”

Frank glared at her but didn’t say anything, just took your hand in his, willing you to move, to feel your fingers tighten against his. He felt tears prick at his eyes when you lay frozen but didn’t let them fall because you were going to be ok, you had to be ok.

“Come on, Y/N/N,” Frank muttered and you winced sharply as you felt the needle against the side of your head, though again you showed no outward reaction. “You gotta wake up, ya hear me. Ya can’t leave me on my own, not after you wormed ya way into my life.” You heard Frank let out a wet chuckle and smiled in your head as you thought back to how much effort it had taken before Frank finally accepted that you were a part of his life no matter how much he glared, grumbled and snapped at you. “If you die, I’ll bring you back and kill you myself.”

You felt the laughter and sob that mixed together inside your head but knew that you hadn’t moved and you hated it. You wanted to open your eyes, wanted to assure Frank that you were still alive and he was still stuck with you but you were too weak to do anything.

“Why isn’t she moving?” Frank choked out, looking at the nurse who was smiling at his words.

“She’s weak, she lost a lot of blood.” Claire told him, keeping her eyes on your wound and the needle in her hand.

“She gonna be alright?”  You heard him ask her and felt your heart stutter as she took a second too long to answer.

“No promises remember.” She said instead and you could practically feel the glare Frank shot at her before you felt the exhaust pull heavily at you and you ended up losing the fight to stay awake, falling into a heavy sleep.

You slept for a long time, deep enough that you didn’t feel the remaining tugs and pulls of the needle knitting you back together, didn’t feel Frank pick you up as gently as he could. You didn’t register any of the slow ride home or Frank carrying you into his apartment, placing you softly on the bed and crawling in next to you.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since the warehouse but felt pain in the side of your head causing you to let out a loud groan before you paused because finally you could make a sound again.

“Y/N/N?” You heard Frank say next to you and you turned your head, happiness and relief flooding through you as you let out a huff of laughter because you were moving again. Frank grinned over at you and it was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen as you opened your eyes, weakly lifting your hand and cupping his cheek.

“There she is.” Frank said softly and you couldn’t help but laugh again as you traced his lips with your thumb.

“Hi.” You croaked out, wincing at the dryness of your voice.

Frank sat up causing you to pout up at him at the loss of contact but he kept smiling down at you as he helped you sit up, pausing when you winced before he grabbed a glass of water from the night stand and held it to your lips.

“You ever do that shit again, I’ll kill ya myself.” Frank promised as he sat next to you and you smiled up at him, leaning your head against his chest and cuddling into him, your smile softening as he wrapped his arm around you and let his fingers draw random shapes into your skin.

“I promise not to get shot in the head again.” You told him, fully hoping you could keep that promise but you weren’t going to hold your breath.

“Damn right you won’t.” Frank grumbled out, pressing a kiss against your hair. “How you feeling?”

“Tired.” You told him honestly, the pain in your head was still there but all you wanted to do was fall back asleep.

“She sleeps for four days and she’s still tired.” Frank laughed and then softened his voice as he shifted to make you more comfortable, so overwhelmed with relief that you were ok. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Stay?” You whispered against his chest as you felt your eyes fall shut on their own.

“I ain’t going anywhere.” He promised, keeping his voice low and soft, causing you to smile and the feeling of him pressing a kiss to your head was the last thing you felt before you drifted off to sleep, safe in the arms of Frank Castle.

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The Lawyers 3

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 4

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader, Frank Castle x GN!Reader

Words: 630

Crashing through your apartment’s window in the very early morning, you groan in pain as you land on your wounded side, which is covered in blood and bruises. “Fuck.”

“Never would have thought I’d hear that leave your mouth.” After hearing the voice, you jump to your feet, a plant pot in hand, ready to throw.

“What the fuck, Frank?” The pot plant slips out of your hand, splitting into pieces of shards and dirt. “How’d you get into my apartment?”

“Came through the same window you came in, but I didn’t fall over.”

“I- why are you here?”

“I heard about you and Red, wanted to see how you’re doing.”

“Why start now?” Placing a hand on your wound, you walk to the bathroom, Frank following you. As soon as you sit on the side of the tub, Frank leans against the doorframe. “Why start caring now? You don’t give a shit about him, and you and I haven’t talked since him and I got together, only when we see each other on some night jobs.”

“Where’s your kit?” Pointing at the sink, he goes to it to grab the first aid kit at the bottom of him. You watch him do it before he kneels in front of you, in between your legs. 

His hands grab the bottom of your shirt, waiting for the go-to. He sees you raise your arms as far as they could go, letting him peel your shirt off to show a slash across your stomach, blood continuing to pool out.

As he cleans away at it, he lets you fist his shirt. He watches the blood flow down to your legs and collect on the sides of the bathtub. 

“You can’t keep going out, especially if this is what happens.”

“Well, it’s not like he’s doing anything, or you.”

Once finished and the wound is bandaged, Frank stands up, still in between your legs. He watches you lean your head against his stomach. “I don’t know what to do, Frank.”

Nothing is said for a short moment before you feel his hands cup your face, lifting it up to meet his. As soon as you look into his eyes, his lips are pressed against yours. 

Separating from the kiss, your foreheads are pressed against each other. 

“(Y/N)?!” The both of you hear from the lounge.

“Bathroom!” Footsteps come to the said room, having enough time for Frank to be leaning against the sink and not like the both of you just kissed.

“I’ve been trying to call- oh fuck! What happened?” Karen exclaimed, eyes widened. 

“Work,” was all that was said from you, which she knew what you meant.

“Have you heard from Matt?”

“No, not since I left the office after yesterday morning with your coffees.”

“And why would they hear from him?” Frank asks, getting Karen’s attention.

“I’m sorry, why does it concern you, Castle?”

“Because I’m their friend, and I care about them.” Frank gets up from the sink and walks towards her. He stops when you step in front of him.

“Go make something to eat,” you tell him. Looking back at Karen, he walks out of the bathroom and to the kitchen.

As you sit back down on the tub, Karen crosses her arms. “When did he get here?”

“When I came back from patrol, which was around 10 minutes ago. He helped me with the cut,” you answered, pointing at the bandage. “Now, why are you asking about Matt?”

“He didn’t come to work today and he usually calls one of us that he won’t come in, which is very rare. When Foggy and I went to his apartment, he wasn’t there. Do you think he’s in trouble?”

“My best bet is that he’s at hers.”

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yall i have to go to bed but MATT MURDOCK IS BACKKKK

I need to write for him and frank ASAP and to keep me on track and motivated i need to talk about my ideas:

1. matt x reader where the reader is younger than matt and has a promising journalism career so he’s super hesitant about getting involved with her and there’s a lot of snark bc she’s so sure she can get anything she wants and has been told how great she is all her life but then he learns she has a lead on a case that he’s invested in as both Matt Murdock the lawyer and Daredevil so he has to spend time with her and they can’t resist and it’s soft and extremely touchy

2. Reader developed super destructive powers so the government tries locking her up to study her/prevent her from accidentally damaging anything (kinda like Wanda in the civil war era) and Frank is risking it all to get her out of there

Paris has been looking very lovely recently

I Always End Up Calling You || Frank Castle x reader Smut one shot

Writing Challenge

Hello! This is my another story written for Letsimagineitall’s Fall Writing Challenge (created by @letsimagineitall​)

I tried my best and I hope you all will like the story. Enjoy!

Words: 2098

Warnings: smut, swearing, light abuse

SUMMARY: Reader has another sleepless night. She decides to call the only person she can count on. Frank Castle

Author: Cass

It was one of those nights, where you weren't blessed by a calm sleep.

Another whimper and another shiver have pulled you up from inertness.

"Oh God..." you swiped your forehead from a cold sweat and instinctively you reached for your phone. You dialed the number blindly and you put phone to your ear.

When someone on the other side has picked up, you let out a deep sigh. "How come I always end up calling you, when I can't fall asleep?"

"Don't ask me, angel. What's wrong, Y/N? Nightmares or something's happened?" Man muttered. "Y/N. Sorry, but I am... kinda busy here."

Frank muttered, holding his gun right to some man's head. Other guy was currently pinned to the ground by Frank's heavy combat boot.

"Nightmares." Your voice has broke down and you started to cry. "I know.. I know, but... Frank? Can you come? Please. I need you here."

You good knew it's fourth time in last two weeks, when you're bothering him with your own demons, but there was nothing else for you to do.

Frank let out a deep sigh. "Okay, just... you need to wait a bit. Try to calm down."

When he hung up, other man smiled. "What... Have you found someone for yourself? We will find her too."

Frank only laughed shortly and shook his head. "Shut the fuck up. She is just a friend and you won't find anyone with bullet in your head." With those words he simply shot the man. He did the same with man on a ground.

After that, he quickly left and went into the direction of your flat.

"Okay. I will wait.." you whispered quietly, then you put your phone down on the bedside table.

You knew you won't be able to fall asleep anymore, so you got up from bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. You made yourself a cup of cappuccino and you took a seat at the table, waiting at Frank.

Frank muttered something to himself, when he was on his way.

He good knew, what nightmares meant. He had those every night and every time, when he was closing his eyes.

After few minutes, man reached your door.

He banged to them few times. "Y/N, it's me, open up." Frank said in his deep voice, waiting at door.

As you heard knocking, you jumped off the chair and wrapped your lacy nightgown around you tightly.

You walked to the door, opening them. "Frank!" you didn't wait, you just wrapped arms around man's neck and you simply fell into his strong arms.

"Hey..." He caught you into his arms. Frank gently stroked your hair, hugging you. "Come on.... let's get you to bed. It's late." After those words, Frank simply picked you up.

He closed the door behind him and holding you tight in his arms, man went to your bedroom.

While he was walking with you in his arms, you nuzzled your head to his neck. "I knew you will come. You are so good to me."

His strong arms had given you kind of a peace. You felt secured. Like you'd belong here..

"There you go. Now... you should try to sleep. You are not alone anymore." Frank explained and slowly left bedroom.

He walked to your living room and flopped on a couch, letting out a loud sigh.

But you still weren't able to sleep so you got up and rubbing your shoulders, you went downstairs to look for Frank.

Frank was sitting on couch, but suddenly he got up from his seat and kicked a coffee table, growling loudly. Table, which was made from glass, smashed against the wall, falling into thousands pieces.

Hearing the loud noise in the living room, you rushed there immediately.

"Frank! Oh God, what has happened?!" you stopped into a threshold, covering your mouth with shivering palm.

"Not your fucking business, Y/N!" He yelled, looking at you with anger in his eyes. "Get the fuck out of here to your room before you will get hurt and it's not a warning... It's an order."

"Frank... But..." You took a little, shy step into the room. "Let's take a sit and talk.. What has happened? I am here for you.. Calm down..."

He walked to you and grabbed your shoulder really tight. "I said something! Most of the time I am here for you! Go to your room, now!" He screamed at you, pushing you away.

You've lost balance and you simply fell onto floor, hitting back of your head against a corner of the couch.

You couldn't help. You started to cry loudly, choking with tears.

Frank looked at you and took a deep breath.

He did this again... He was taking care of you since few months now... And you were a witness and victim of his outburst. Again. It shouldn't be like that. You let him live here, when he was doing such a brutal and bad stuff.

Frank realized, what he had done and man slowly walked to you. He got onto his knees. "Y/N... I am sorry."

At first, you've tried to push man away. But shortly after you trembled and reached your hands to him, wrapping them around his waist.

"It's okay.. You gotta fight with it.." you whispered, slowly pulling closer to him. "You know, that I'm always by your side."

You slip head under his shoulder and hugged to Frank tight.

He hugged you back really tight.

"I'm so sorry... I... I shouldn't." Frank whispered and nuzzled to your shoulder, moving his hand into your hair. "Forgive me... please.."

"I had forgiven you long time ago."

You raised your chin to look into his eyes.

"I know, who are you. I know what are you doing. I am not condemning you. Not at all. You have always been so important to me.. So are you also now..."

You leant up and you pressed your soft lips to his rough ones.

Frank blinked suprised, but he kissed you back.

"You shouldn't..." He whispered and gently stroked your hair. "Let me... Let me take you back to bedroom... I... Your head... I hope I didn't hurt you.." Frank looked at you.

You slowly rose from the ground and rubbed the back of your head. "It's been a long evening. We both need some proper rest."

He nodded, watching you.

Frank got up from the floor also and grabbed you by your waist. He picked you up and walked with you back to your bedroom.

In your room, you took off your nightgown and you put it onto the chair next to your wardrobe. "If you don't mind.. You.. You can stay here tonight, Frank."

He smiled softly and nodded. "Not couch tonight, this is a nice change. You don't mind if I will... Right?" Frank asked before he took off his t-shirt.

You simply shook your head, trying not to stare at his bare, muscular chest for too long. You quickly took your place in the bed, putting head on the pillow.

Frank took off his pants and slowly joined you in the bed. He wrapped his big arm around your waist and nuzzled to your nape

A cold shiver ran down your spine and you knew he felt, how you've reacted at his touch.

You placed your palm at his forearm. "What have you been doing at the evening, before you came here?"

Frank gently touched your belly. "You don't really wanna know." He whispered and his rough lips touched your shoulder. Man pulled you closer to his chest.

You purred quietly, feeling how sensation was building up in your abdomen.

You turned your head a bit towards him. "I wanna know. C'mon. I'm a big girl. I'll take it."

"You're stubborn, aren't you?" Frank sighed and kissed your neck gently before he raised his head to look at you. "I killed two motherfuckers." He said simply. "I shot both in the head right after your call."

You were looking him into the eyes without a blink. "I wouldn't be able to kill.." you turned at your back, still looking at him. "You're so brave. It can be taken as inappropriate, but I do know you have to do such things.."

You put hand onto his sharp jawline, pulling him into a kiss.

"I was a soldier... Killing is normal for me." He had been explaining before man kissed you back. Frank wrapped both arms around you and deepened the kiss, growling softly.

It's been a while, since you had someone in your bed. Of course, you and Frank were friends with benefits, but you both had sex very seldom. But this night you've wanted intimacy like never before.

You just pushed him back onto the mattress and you slowly straddled him. "You were working too hard lately. How much of associations have you made in last two weeks, huh?" you put hands on his chest

"Please... Let's not talk about such a stuff here." He said and put his large hands on you hips, looking straight into your eyes. It wasn't easy for him, but he needed this. This closeness and intimacy.

Frank grabbed your nape and pulled you into a rough, strong kiss.

You leant down and let him kiss you. You were running your fingertips along his muscular shoulders, gently grinding against his virility.

rank moved his hands to your butt and gently moved his hips, groaning softly. Then he pushed you off of him and got on top of you, pinning you down to bed. "I missed you..." He muttered and attacked your neck.

You opened your neck for him, while your hands traveled to his back, scratching him. "Me either."

He growled and bit your neck playfully, bucking his hips into you. "I want you.... I need you, so fucking much." Frank murmured and started to undress you.

You raised your hips so he could took your panties off. "Then take what's yours, soldier" you bite your lower lips, looking straight at him. Even through his boxers you could easily feel, how hard he got.

He took off your panties and tossed them on the floor, after this he took off his boxers, letting out his yet hard cock.

Frank kissed you deeply and without warning pushed hardly into you.

"Oh, fuck!" you screamed, spreading your legs wider for him. "Oh God... It feels amazing!" you rolled your head back.

His thrusts were strong and deep, just like his pace, which was brutal. Frank was holding you tight, close to his chest.

You scratched his shoulders with your nails. "Oh, yes, yes, fuck me, Frank! Shit, oh fuck, harder!" you were screaming and moaning into his arms.

"Shut up." He growled and closed your mouth with kiss. Frank started to thrust even harder, than he wrapped hand around your neck and squeezed it. He only looked at you.

You rock your hips to meet his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his hips, so he could penetrate you deeper. You licked you lips and then slipped hand between both of you to rub your clitoris.

"Yea... Yeaaa, oh so good.." you rolled your eyes back.

Frank squeezed your throat even harder. "You like it... don't you, slut?" He muttered and growled loudly, feeling how he was getting closer to his climax.

You rubbed your clit faster, nodding slightly. "I fucking love it, soldier! I love, how nice your cock is stretching my tight pussy!" You moaned loudly, feeling, how your walls started to clench around his huge length. You reached to your boobs to squeeze them through your shirt. "Oh shit, don't stop! Don't you dare to stop!

His movements became a little bit slower, Frank started to thrust even deeper.

After few moves, Frank pushed his length as deep as he could and he cum deep inside you, filling you up completely.

"Fuck, FRANK!" You yelled his name loudly, biting his neck and leaving a love mark there. Your nails scratched his back strongly as you cum hardly around his cock. With legs still wrapped around him, you were squealing, trying to catch a breath

Frank panted heavily, nuzzling to your neck. "That was good." He said, trying to calm his breath.

He pulled out slowly and laid next to you, then pulled you into a hug.

Instinctively, you put your head onto his chest, feeling how you're going down from your climax.

"Everytime.. Everytime, when I end calling to you, it's worth it." You murmured softly.

Frank only laughed and ruffled your hair. "Yep, it's always worth it."

The Decision || Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: Once you met Frank Castle, you both got close. After some time, you received a letter saying your little daughter that disappeared years ago is alive. Will you listen to Frank’s advice to let it go? Or will you risk everything to get your child back?

Warnings: none

Words: 1953

Author: Cass

A/N: this drabble was written for @bloggingfromherbed  and her writing challenge. My prompt was: "Get your ass back here!”

You met Frank long time ago and it was one big coincidence.

You walked trough alleys between buildings, spying on two policemen that accorded to your knowledge, were corrupted and had something to do with your case.

You were walking slowly, making sure they weren’t about to notice you. Your hand tightened around handle of your baseball bat. It wasn’t just an ordinary bat, it was made out of really heavy metal. Heavy but highly effective.

You simply walked between two man and ended confrontation as soon as it has started. The bat was the best way to quickly shatter both men’s skulls.

“You do realize I can see you there?” You said rather loudly, looking at the roof of one building. “I am not blind like that guy that ran around here.” You said and smiled.

There were few minutes of silence before he came down to you. Then you could fully see him and he could see you.

“You know I wanted to get rid of these guys? You kinda fucked up my job.” He muttered.

You laughed softly and looked at the white skull that was adorning his chest. “Yea… Maybe. At last you didn’t have to waste bullets on them.”

He shook his head and smiled, annoyed.

That was basically your common first meeting. Since then, you started to see him more often. Of course, not  because you had wanted to. Somehow he was always hunting the same people that you were.

It took a long time for both of you to even get closer. When stuff got on ice, you found time to get closer to him.

You told him about your situation that wasn’t too colorful.

In past, you had loving husband and wonderful young daughter. You worked as a cop and one day you refused to get corrupted just like your coworkers.

After this you suddenly lost your job, your husband had a deadly accident and your daughter disappeared.

That’s why you started to get revenge on your own.

Frank sheared his story with you, it was when you realized that somehow you both were really similar.

It’s almost three years since you started to live with Frank. This life was hard, most of the time you were staying home, when he was the one that was hunting the bad guys. Was he trying to somehow give you your life back after your loss from years before?

You were sitting on a couch, holding your guitar tightly. You were deep in your thoughts when suddenly you heard knocking on the door. It couldn’t be Frank… He never knocked.

You took your gun and slowly walked to door, then you looked though viewfinder. Corridor was empty.

Just for the safety,you opened door carefully. All you could see was a small pink envelope on the floor. You picked it up and returned inside the flat.

Your mind was screaming to you. ‘Open it!’, but something still was stopping you. You decided to open it when Frank will come back home.

You didn’t have to wait too long though. Frank returned home few hours later. Surprisingly, this time he wasn’t covered in blood.

“I missed you so much.” He muttered, putting his bag on the floor. Frank walked to you and nuzzled to your shoulder.

You smiled softly. “I missed you too… Frank. Someone was here. This person left an envelope. I didn’t want to open it alone. I don’t know what’s inside.” You said quietly.

He looked at you, worried. “Want me to open it for you or you want to open it together?”

“Together, please.” You nodded and led him to the couch, taking envelope on your way there.

Frank took it from you as both of you were sitting. He opened it and pulled out a letter. It was more like one of those creepy anonymous messages. Every letter looked like cut out from different newspaper.

“We still remember you. We have the thing you are looking for. Tonight visit place where your man finished his life.”  You read and looked at Frank.

“Do you know what they are talking about, Y/N?” He asked looking back at you.

“I mean… I know the place but… OH FUCK! They have her!” You said, quickly getting up from the couch. “Do you understand?! My daughter disappeared… But I never got any message if she is dead or alive… What if they still have her? She would be only..”

“Ten years old, I know that.” He cut you off. “But how can you really trust them? You good know what kind of fuckers they are and you good know that they would like to get you into their hands.”

You frowned. “I am sorry. What exactly are you trying to say?” You asked.

“All I am saying is that you should threw this fucking message away and just leave it. I won’t let you go there.” Frank growled, getting up from couch. He was towering over you.

“I don’t care! I won’t leave her there! Not with them! I am going there if you like it or not.” You growled loudly and started walking toward your bedroom that you both were sharing.

Before you could even get there, Frank grabbed your hand and threw you back on couch. “YOU THINK I WILL LET YOU GO AND FUCKING DIE THERE!?”

You looked at him with anger visibly growing in your. “YOU THINK I FUCKING CARE! I AM READY TO DIE! IF IT MEANS THAT I WILL SAVE HER. SHE IS MY LITTLE GIRL!”

“How do you know that she is even still alive?! Maybe this is some fucking fake message to get you?!” Frank yelled, he grabbed your arms and looked at you. “Do you understand that I care for you too much to lose you? To lose someone again?” He explained looking you in the eyes.

You looked at him and your eyes started to fill with tears. “I understand… I feel the same when it comes to you.”

After this little argument subject of daughter didn’t return. Till that night.

It was one of those special nights when Frank stayed home. You looked at him in your bed. Than you got up and started to dress up, making sure you won’t wake him up. You grabbed your bag and walked to bed. “I am so sorry, Frank… I can’t leave her like this.” You whispered and kissed his forehead before leaving the bedroom. You walked to window and opened it. You jumped out and sighed softly as you started to walk. “I am coming, little one.”

The place brought only bad memories. You good remembered when your friends from patrol called you to see this place because of… Your husband’s accident.

You shook your head, trying to shake off this terrible feeling. If not this message, you would never visit this place again.

You could recall everything that happened here. The car wreck, your husband’s body, all those policemen…

You stopped for a while to take a deep breath and continued walking until you saw two men. They had girl with them, poor thing had bag on her head.

“Y/N! You made it! We were scared you won’t believe us! I mean, whole five years.” One of them said and smiled.

“You good know I didn’t come here to have tea with you and your friend.” You pointed at girl. “I am here for her.”

Man rolled his eyes and pushed girl toward you. “Here you go. Just don’t think it’s all.” He said.

You quickly crouched on girl’s level and took off bag from her head. You could see her face and you could already tell it was her. “Y/D/N…” You whispered, gently stroking girl’s cheek.

“Mommy…” She whimpered and hugged to you.

You hugged to her tightly and nuzzled to her little shoulder. “My little girl.” You whispered, ready to cry. You took deep breath and opened your eyes just to see a gun pointed at your forehead. You could almost feel cold metal touching it.

“Ya know. That’s sweet and all but you need to pay to take her home and she is expensive.” Man said smiling.

Frank had woken up more confused than ever. Bed was empty and cold. You and your stuff were gone. Before he could even understand what exactly happened with you, he heard his phone.

“Y/N? What the fuck. Where the hell you are?!” He growled.

“…Hello… It’s Y/D/N here… A-Are you my mommy’s friend..? I… She needs help. This bad people hurt her…”

Frank stood there and then he realize WHAT exactly happened. You went there. Just to get her, to see if it was really her. He took a deep breath and nodded.

“Yes. I am her friend, my name is Frank. Sweetheart, please. Tell me what they did and where are you? I will come to pick you up.” He said softly.

Frank left flat as soon as he knew, where you both are.

There wasn’t much you could remember. They beat you up… Almost to death.

You remembered that there was more than only punches… knifes and… maybe more… Everything was so blurry.

You growled loudly as soon as sun hit your face. You wanted to sleep, everything hurt.

You forced yourself to open your eyes. As soon as you did this, you looked at your body in shock.

You were clean, covered in bandages and dressings. You felt horrible but at last you were back in your bedroom. Was it just a dream? Did you get beat up during night with Frank and your daughter was just a dream?

You decided to slowly move yourself off the bed, it wasn’t easy. Every little part of you screamed in pain, just like you wanted to.

You hobbled to living room and saw something you never expected. You heart honestly melted.

Frank was sitting with Y/D/N on his lap, showing her how to play guitar.

“Ah, you see, little one? You get it, a lot of training and you will be master in playing guitar.” He said and girl giggled.

“Can I go to my room and play with the teddy bear you got me?” She asked.

Frank nodded. “Yea, sure. You can do what you wanna. You are free and safe now.” He smiled and watched as girl ran to her bedroom.

You sighed quietly and tried return to your own bed.

"Get your ass back here!”You heard him growling. “I’ve seen you there. Come here.” Frank said getting up from couch.

You walked to him slowly and hugged to him.

“I told you to stay. I thought I won’t be able to save you… and what? You would leave her alone? She waited all those years. And what with me?” Frank looked at you.

You looked up at him. “I am so sorry… I just… If I wouldn’t go, they could kill her.”

Frank sighed deeply. “Let’s forget about this, Y/N. The most important is that you are back. She is back and both of you are fine now. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” He whispered and kissed you.

You purred quietly into the kiss. “Does it mean you are my new dad?” You both heard quiet voice. It was your daughter.

Frank laughed softly. “If you only want me to be one.”

“I want! You take care of me and mom!” Girl said and run to both of you.

“Well then.” Frank picked her you. “I can be your dad.” He said and hugged you and your daughter.

Now you felt happy. You were with man that loved you and your girl was back.

You couldn’t ask for more.