CHAPTER NINE:
FUCKING FRANK CASTLE
AND HIS PERFECT FUCKING
FACE

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KETTI WENT BACK TO WORK EIGHT DAYS AFTER BEING RELEASED FROM THE HOSPITAL, AND ONLY WAITED SO LONG BECAUSE MATT THREATENED TO SMOTHER HER WITH A PILLOW IF SHE DIDNT.

It was very counter-productive, but she knew it was out of worry, and the rest of her friends felt the same.

The good thing was that Peter helped set up all of her cat supplies — to which, Ketti was baffled that the cat didn't even appear to use the litter box, and made a note to take him to the vet if it continued — and Matt situated all of her medical bills.

She couldn't thank him enough because lord knows she couldn't afford her surgery.

Wade sent her at least a dozen messages an hour, (on a phone I bought her, thank you very much because her last one was broken with her car) to which she replied to one or two all day, but his heart was in the right place.

She still found him fucking annoying, but something about him saving her life the way he had and being the first one in the room...

Whatever.

It was nothing.

(It was NOT nothing, we are making progress. Somebody get Disney on the line, there's a new Carousel of Progress and it's a hell of a lot dirtier.)

Logan actually called her on the second day, which led to a five minute conversation wherein he offered to help her with any heavy lifting, and to be good for him.

She did not want to talk about how that made her feel when he asked her that.

And being behind the bar, after telling her boss where exactly she'd been and why she hadn't responded to any information, her heart stopped when a certain person walked in.

God fucking god fucking god.

There he was in all his perfect fucking glory.

"Frank."

He slid down in front of her in a seat, smirking up at her a bit.

"There she is," he commented. "Thought I scared you off."

"No," Ketti shook her head immediately. "No, not—not at all. I was in the hospital."

Frank's eyebrows tugged together as she poured him a glass of whiskey. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Ketti nodded. "My car got hit by a semi-truck."

"In New York?" Frank's eyebrows shot up. "You gotta be the most unlucky person on the planet."

"Yeah, I like to think of myself as a cosmic joke."

"God's favorite comedy?" Frank grinned a bit.

"Precisely."

They shared a laugh and Ketti kept her hands busy so they wouldn't shake by how fucking perfect his laugh was.

"I'm Ketti," she offered, blushing a bit. "Not that you — that you asked or anything but—"

"—Ketti," Frank nodded, smiling softly at her. "Haven't heard that one before. Mean something?"

"Ruler? I think?" Ketti frowned. "Or pure?"

"Pure ruler," Frank nodded, observing her. "Cute." He took a sip of his whiskey, eyes on hers, and Ketti tried not to make the clench in her thighs noticeable.

"Th-thank you," Ketti cleared her throat in an attempt to appear nonchalant.

(Note: Ketti never appears nonchalant, it's the adorable part of her. She thinks she's being suave but it's like a lamb learning to walk, stepping over everything all discombobulated-like. Oh, she's so cute.)

"Got a boyfriend, Ketti?" Frank asked her, watching her movements as she poured drinks for the few other patrons.

"I...no," Ketti shook her head. "Not really."

"Not really sounds like a complication," Frank observed. "I asked a question, I'd like a real answer."

Ketti nodded, cheeks warming again. "I-I, no, I do not have a boyfriend."

"Sure about that?"

Ketti nodded. "Yes," she told him. "Do-do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not in a while, no," Frank answered.

She knew about his family, everyone did. It was all over the news. Their deaths, how traumatic it must have been for him to murder the people responsible because of it.

She also heard from Matt that he was pretty sure Karen hooked up with Frank a few times, which Ketti wasn't opposed to because Karen was a really sweet girl.

(And it doesn't matter who Frank hooks up with because Ketti is mine and Logan's and that's all that matters.)

"What time're you off?" Frank asked her.

"Three," she replied easily.

"I'm not gonna take you on a fucking date," he met her eyes. "You get that."

"Yeah, I get that," Ketti nodded, biting her lip. "Super get that."

"Okay." Frank nodded. "I'll walk you home at three."

"Okay."

Frank smiled.

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The walk to her house was filled with light conversation and easy banter. She found herself enjoying Frank's presence the more she was in it.

He was effortless in a stiff, wary kind of way. They didn't get too personal, but they weren't impersonal either.

They both knew what they were heading for and fuck if Ketti wasn't ready for it.

The air thrummed with anticipation, a heaviness that was only onslaught by two people with intentions to become one. With each step home, her body grew more and more excited, nerves on edge. Her arm brushed his when they left the bar and the entire walk home, she could still feel his warmth.

She wanted him so bad.

"This is me," Ketti shrugged, leading him up her apartment stairs.

"This place is a shithole," he commented. "You live here? It's not safe."

"I'm okay," Ketti rolled her eyes. If anything ever happened to her she had Johnny, Wade, and Logan — and Peter, in theory — who would pretty much commit murder to avenge her. She was pretty safe with them in her life.

"If you say so, little miss," Frank shook his head as they reached her door. "You put stickers on your door?" He asked in mild amusement, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Yeah, so everyone knows," Ketti nodded. "Sometimes crackheads think this is 205 so the stickers are to represent the opposite."

"Cat stickers?"

"Ketti-Cat," Ketti nodded.

(And she was mad when I called her that. She's such a liar.)

"Cute."

(I do not wanna be around for this part. The thought of her fucking anyone else is enough to make me want to get hit by another semi-truck and break another twelve bones in my body. Or all 206. Either is more bearable than this.)

Ketti opened the door, inviting her into the cozy home. Twinkling lights, plants, comfortable rugs and overstuffed bookshelves, a small kitchenette and —

Frank didn't hesitate before pulling her face to his, kissing her.

Holyyyy fucking shit.

Ketti froze, off guard, before kissing him back, dropping her keys and bag on the ground, pulling him closer.

He obliged eagerly, kicking the door shut.

It was passion, no romance. There was no love between them, no gentle caresses or soft touches. She didn't know what he liked and he didn't know what she did, but it made it so much fucking better.

His tongue parted her lips and she let out a soft moan, letting his hands pull her closer as he gripped her waist tightly.

(I hate this so much.)

Ketti ground her hips against his eagerly, seeking friction and he chuckled against her lips.

"Patience, sweetheart," he breathed against her lips. "We'll get there when I take us there."

Ketti nodded in understanding and he kissed her again, unzipping her hoodie. He tossed it aside and pulled back enough to strip her of her shirt.

He followed quickly with his own, not admiring her body, or kissing her skin, just exploring the feeling of their bodies pressed against the other.

Frank stumbled in his steps and pulled away, looking down at her cat — which she'd decidedly named Cetti-Cat at Deadpool's request — and they shared a laugh.

"Get outta here," Ketti grumbled to the cat, who meowed and stood between them. "Sorry," she blushed in mild embarrassment, picking up the cat and tossing him aside.

He landed with a hiss.

(At least he fucking tried to cockblock. Only good thing the fucker ever did.)

Frank resumed his pursuit of her, pushing her against a wall, his hands trailed down her sides and settled on her hips, gripping tight enough to leave marks. Ketti let out a soft moan of encouragement and he chuckled against her lips.

"Like it rough, pretty baby?" He murmured against her lips. Ketti nodded in response and he grinned, lifting her up easily and wrapping her legs around his waist, keeping her back against the wall.

"Bet you're fucking soaked," he breathed against her ear, nipping her earlobe. "If I put my fingers down there, what am I gonna find?"

Ketti didn't respond, only moaned softly in response and he pressed against her again, creating friction between them but keeping her against the wall.

"That's not an answer," he pressed a kiss to her jaw. "Have I already got you messed up?" He asked her in a soft, mocking tone. "Poor baby can't even handle a bit of kissing," he tsked and moved a hand to the button of her jeans. Her breath hitched and he grinned again. "So fucking responsive," he muttered. "Knew I'd take you second I saw you."

He reached further down, slipping a finger between her legs and she stifled a groan, his lips muffling the sound.

"God," he moaned out against her lips. "You're so wet for me."

Ketti nodded in agreement, whimpering when he pulled his hand out. He slipped the finger into her mouth and she moaned around it, tasting herself.

"Good," he purred. "So fucking good for me."

Her cheeks warmed at the praise and he pulled back, letting her legs fall.

"Take your pants off," he ordered and she did as told, slipping them aside. "Oh, baby," he said softly, finding the scar on her chest. "This from the injury?"

Ketti nodded. "Be gentle?" She asked softly. The stitches were mostly healed and she could exert herself to an extent, but she had a feeling Frank didn't hold back and she needed him to.

"Of course," he nodded. "Don't wanna hurt you, darlin," he told her and grabbed her hand, guiding it to his pants.

Ketti followed his queue and unbuttoned his pants, and he pressed a soft kiss to her head.

"Bed or sofa, darlin?" He asked softly against her hairline.

"Bed," she replied, thinking it would be easier for her injury.

"Lead the way," he told her, stepping out of his pants. She kept her hand in his, leading him to the bedroom down the hall and as soon as they entered, he tugged her around and pressed another kiss to her mouth.

Ketti gasped at the contact but immediately settled in, kissing him back with equal fervor. Guiding her backwards against the bed, his hands on her hips, she fell when her knees bucked the edge, letting him move over her.

"So pretty under me," he praised softly, pressing a kiss to her head. "So wet and needy," he slipped his hands between her legs again and she scooted further up the bed, allowing him more room. "Spread your legs for every fucking guy who says good things to you?"

She moaned as his finger slipped inside her, clenching around him.

"Fuck, darlin," he shook his head. "One finger and you're already about to come?" He tsked, adding a second finger. Her thighs tightened and he spread them apart, holding them down by his arms. "None of that, baby, you'll take what I give you like a good fucking girl, got that?"

"Mmhm," Ketti moaned, hand flying to her mouth as pleasure rocked through her.

He pressed his thumb to the bud of her clit, keeping his fingers steadily pumping through her. Her body rocked against him, eager, desperate, as praises left his mouth.

"That's it," he told her as she moaned out his name, the pool of warmth spreading through her abdomen. "You're so fucking close and I ain't even fucked you yet."

Ketti whimpered at his words as the warmth grew. She was so close. She started to clench around him subconsciously and gasped out a moan as his thumb began to gently circle her clit.

"God, you're a fucking mess," he told her. "Wanna fucking taste this," he mumbled and moved his hand out completely.

She didn't even have time to mourn the brief emptiness before his tongue was circling her clit, sucking and nibbling at her core.

"Oh, ohhh, fuck," Ketti moaned, bucking against him. He nipped her a bit harder at her movements and pressed her thighs down.

"Quit that," he ordered, licking up her folds, then moved his tongue in circles as his thumb had moments prior.

Ketti wanted to hold out, to last, but the pressure was building and the warmth was pooling and she moaned out his name as the peak hit her. Coming around his mouth, his tongue buried between her folds, her eyelids flooded shut, gripping the sheets below her.

"That's it," he said, pulling his tongue from inside and lapping up her release. "Fuck, taste so fucking sweet, baby."

Ketti's eyes opened blearily and she gazed down at him. His tongue guided her through the release and he pressed soft kisses against her throbbing clit, then her mildly spasming thighs.

"So fucking good," he praised and kissed up her hips. "Taste like fucking candy, baby," he kissed up her stomach, tongue trailing along her skin.

The warmth began to pool in her abdomen again as he moved his way back up. His dog tags swung against her stomach and chest as he moved up, the cool metal contrasting against the thin layer of sweat that sat between them.

"Taste how good, darlin," he ordered, "open your fucking mouth."

Ketti did as told and his face was above her in seconds. A rumble left his throat and he gripped her mouth, keeping it steady before spitting in it.

Ketti moaned as it hit her and he pulled her into a deep kiss, trailing his tongue along her walls. Tart and bitter, her release mixed with the warm honeyed taste of his mouth, she reached her hand to his hair and pulled him closer.

She felt him brush between her thighs and her breath hitched at the contact. Another grin. A soft cupping of her cheek.

"Ready for me?" He asked softly. At her nod, he kissed her again and gently guided himself in.

He was about the same size as Johnny, if a little thicker, so she was fairly accustomed to the length, and he filled her easily, burying himself to the hilt.

"Atta girl," he praised, moving off of her slightly and lifting her legs to meet his, deepening the angle. He groaned at the feeling, and she let out a whimper, his hands tightening on her thighs.

"Frank," she keened out, eyes glazing over as he rocked against her unhurriedly. "Feels...faster..."

"What was that?" He grunted, moving his hands to her hips, gripping them as he kept the leisurely pace, deepening with every thrust. "Gotta speak in fucking sentences to get what you want."

"Need...faster...please..." she whined out and he chuckled at her desperation.

"Yeah, I know you do, darlin," he laughed softly. "So fucking needy. Look at all this fucking mess," he murmured, moving his right hand to her breast, pressing his thumb and finger around her nipple, squeezing. She cried out in pleasure, tightening around him and he shook his head.

"Fuck, darlin," he grunted. "So cock-hungry, ain't you?"

Ketti babbled out a response, something akin to a yes, and he kept one hand on her breast, the other gripping her hip tightly.

"God, fucking feel that?" He groaned out. "Fuck, so fucking full of me, ain't you, baby?"

Ketti nodded as he quickened his pace, each thrust faster than the last. She arched her legs up, begging for release. Her peak was nearing, eyelids fluttering as darkness threatened to overtake her vision.

"Fuck, you gonna come now?" Frank asked her. "Did I say you could?"

"Mm...please!" Ketti cried out, moving her hips desperately to meet his.

Frank removed his fingers from her nipple and settled on her hip again, the other hand still firmly planted over her womb.

"Nah, baby, not so fast," he purred, stilling in her.

"No!" She exclaimed, gasping from the lack of friction. She immediately tried to move but he kept her still.

"Gonna fucking learn?" He asked her roughly. "Gonna be good and take what I give you? Or you gonna cause problems?"

"Be...being good," she whimpered, tears filling her eyes as desperation flooded her.

She'd never had a man talk to her like this. Johnny was fun in bed, quick and steady, sometimes lazy. They were casual and always came, but he didn't edge her. He didn't demean her or control her.

Ketti didn't even let Johnny leave a hickey on her but fuck, she wanted Frank to bruise her skin and remind her what it felt like to be his.

(He better fucking not.)

"Good," he praised, "learning who's in fucking charge here, ain't you?"

Ketti nodded, whimpering. She desperately wanted to move her hips again but obliged his words. She'd wait for his permission, his confirmation, his control.

"I'm gonna move again," Frank ordered her, fingers grazing her hip tenderly. "You're gonna take it. You're not gonna fucking come until I say so, got it?"

Ketti nodded desperately, breath catching in her throat. Please, please, please, she thought. It's all she could think, all she could feel was a pleading desperation of need, a thrumming ache in her core that could be filled by only him, only this moment.

Painfully slow, Frank started moving again. A moan immediately left her lips at the regained friction and she fought the urge to meet his thrusts. She could hold on. Hold on, hold on...

"That's it," he breathed out, "taking me so fucking well, ain't you?"

Ketti preened at his praise, gripping the sheets, his forearms, anything she could touch to avoid succumbing to the increasing pleasure in her body.

She'd never wanted anything more in her life than to come in this moment. To release around him with his hand on her —

Fuck, fuck, fuck, as if reading her mind, he put his hand to her throat, leaning forward a bit, squeezing gently.

"Fuck," he let out a strangled swear and tightened his grip. "God, you feel so fucking good darlin, so tight, so good for me. So fucking wet, baby."

Ketti mewled at his words, tears dripping from her eyes.

"Fucking crying?" He mocked her gently, hips quickening the pace. "God, you're fucking pathetic like this. You ain't a good girl, are you?" He asked her. "You've been begging for my cock the second you fucking met me. I heard you," he leaned down and bit her lip gently, pulling it between her teeth, increasing the hold on her throat.

Ketti's eyes rolled back as he steered them towards release.

"Want me to fuck you, baby? Heard you tellin' your friends that, I can do it," he grunted. "Fuck...fuck..." he breathed out, squeezing her throat more, "gonna fuck you so good they ain't gonna want you. You ain't gonna want anyone else. Gonna be fucking used by me, baby," he belittled her and she moaned out.

Every moral standpoint, all of her objections, every standard she had was gone as he pounded into her frantically. One hand gripping her throat, the other on her side, he was so close, she could feel it. He could feel it.

"That's it, gonna fucking take my dick," he told her. "Gonna fucking beg for it, baby, fucking beg."

Wanton with abandon, Ketti begged incoherently, words blending together, slurring in her nonsensical pleasure.

"Yeah, that's right," he grunted, pressing his thumb to her clit. "I'm gonna come in you, got it?"

Ketti nodded, pleading, begging him for a release, digging her nails into his arm, his grip firm and promising around her throat.

"Come for me, darlin," he granted her release and toppled through her like a wave, sending her near oblivion. "Fuuuuuck," he groaned out, bottoming in her and pulsing inside her. Her muscles contracted and she clenched around him eagerly, taking everything he gave her.

"God, so fucking good," he praised her softly, lazily moving his hips against her as he slowly softened. "God...took me so well, didn't you?"

Ketti nodded, wiping her tears with shaky hands, exhaustion surging through her as she caught her breath.

His chest glistened with sweat and hers heaved under him.

"Fuck, darlin," he swore, resting his hands on her knees as he caught his breath. "I'm gonna swing by your bar more often baby, you're gonna be mine for awhile."

(Absolutely fucking not, this was worse than losing a limb. I'd rather be swallowed whole by a blender or fucked by a rabid dog than endure this shit again. Fuck no.)

Ketti nodded, back of her hand moving to rest against her forehead. "This...really good."

Frank chuckled lightly, his smile brightening his entire face.

She pretended her heart didn't skip a beat at the realization of that.

Frank slowly pulled out, and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her knee.

"Got a towel anywhere?"

Ketti nodded, waving in a generalized direction. Frank laughed, standing and walking to the dresser, grabbing one of her hand towels. Before cleaning himself, he walked back to the bed, kneeled over enough to gently wipe their release from her overstimulated core, then cleaned himself.

"Want me to stay?" He asked, standing again, head tilted, observing her. His eyes darkened at the look of her bare on the bed, and she bit her lip.

Johnny never stayed unless they drank. It was fun. Pleasure. Wasting time.

"Yeah," she nodded.

Frank could stay.

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AHHHHHH okay hopefully this was okay??? fuuuulllly hate writing smut (but it's all I seem to write lmfao) so hopefully this was??? I cringed a bit bleh but praying yall didn't make the 🫥 face the whole time smh
anywayyyyysss Frank's in the picture hehe but don't worrrryyy she ends up with poolverine but I love a slowburn yall know me but this isn't THAT slow just don't wanna give in 10 chapters in lol so patienceeeee we still gotta meet loki & thor & bucky (she's only gonna fuck Bucky and maybe loki if yall want it enough)