MCU oneshots ((ftm y/n x male character))

9. punisher/Frank,C - urges

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{Fluff + angst + smoll smut? -end }

Context: Franks emotionally exhausted and you've been the only person who's bothered too show any love.

"Me" (aka you): had top surgery and passes as a cis dood (no pp yet)

Frank: Cis supporting man (also a head smaller than you)
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I was inside my warm kitchen, analysing the white cabinets that surrounded me, staring into the eyes of the dim light above the stove. Waiting for my pasta , sauce and meats to cook in the silvery pots and pans below. Then I heard the thud of metal behind me.

Quickly i looked back, hand rushing toward the cabinet beside me. to my right.

I always have a gun near by, especially since the.. Incident.

But my internal alarms soon defused as I recognized the familiar shape of the bulky man hunched over, head in the nuck of his arm. Led on the dining room table.

Huge, Matt black shadow of Gun beside him.

"Frank? Are you okay?" I said, expecting no response. Feet automatically moving toward him.

"I'm just tired of this shit y/n. I thought I'd be better now" he responded. Voice rough. His head rose up and teary eyes looked at me, Not through me this time. At me.

I did nothing but walk over to him, and quickly his figure grew as he shoot himself up for a hug.

Me, Still trying too recover from the usually untouchable man suddenly hugging me. I hugged back, my arms wrapping around his small waist and letting his head rest on my chest.

The slight shudders of his body and wet tears hitting my clothes and skin made my heart ache.

I comforted him. stroking his back, neck and hair. "It's okay Frank, let it out" I repeated. But after a while his grip turned weak and his breath hitched. After a flood of silence , his frame stood up right, Hands still wrapped around my waist.

"I need you, I can't lose you" he said. Voice cracking as his head hit my chest again. In defeat. "I can't pretend I don't want you anymore." Frank mumbled. Voice now soft as His grip got tighter. Now around my back.

Reluctantly , I placed a small yet long kiss on his head. Wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You can't say that to a gay man" I said, chuckling in response.

But my chuckle soon got cut off as his head shot up and lips hit mine. A small yet meaningful peck. Needy hands gripping onto my lower back.

Frank pulled his head back, and the air around us flared up. "I'm sorry" he says. Voice almost shaking. His feet moved backwards but i latched onto his shoulders before he could run off. "Do it again" I whispered, forehead lent against his.

I could practically feel his heartbeat pulsing through his veins, simply with holding his arms.

His forehead moved upwards and his lips trailed to mine. I placed my hand on the back of his neck and kissed the man back.

Letting go of his neck, I smiled. Finding my voice as I hold his hand with mine.

"Let's get cleaned up Frank" I said knowing full well I got his battered blood and some other peoples blood on me.

------- time skip ~ (you turned le cooker off so you could sort Frank out) ---------

Soon after I stitched, bandaged and plastered the man up (and accepted the eyes analysing me the whole way through.), I spoke up.

"What do you want too say Frank?" I said, chuckling as I wiped my face with a damp towel, leant on the counter.

"Are you mine? Or do I have too fight a man to keep you?" He said, frame getting up and slowly walking toward me. With the lights now on, I could see his slightly bruised eye and cheek, and now clearly stitched split lips slightly smiling.

"you have no man to fight, and I wouldn't mind being yours..as you put it. Frank" I replied back. Smiling my face off.

After a few moments of silence, his hands held onto my waist and his dark eyes looked back at me. "Teach me." He said. "I don't know how too show my love to another man y/n. so teach me." He said smiling with a risen eyebrow.

I chuckled as I rubbed his shoulders "that can be taken out of context Mr castel".

"Take it how you want" he said pushing his hips against mine, ever so slightly.

"Are you seriously trying too get with me after making us official, just 5 seconds ago?" I said, smiling.

I felt his temperature increase ever so slightly, and cheeks seemingly reden. "I wouldn't mind a quick lesson before a date.. " I said, kissing him gently. Holding his face , avoiding the stitches and superman plasters.

I grabbed his pants waistband and pulled him closer. "I'll guide you shortie~"

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Excuse me having a stroke with the view- (2nd/1st/3rd and all that shit)

Be patient for a smutty chapter next- after I proof read this for the 4th time-