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𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

❝ɴᴏᴡ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪssᴇᴅ?❞

❝ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴇᴡ..❞

❝ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪss? ᴡʜʏ?❞

❝sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜰᴏᴏʟɪsʜ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ.. ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ʏᴏᴜ.❞

ꜰᴀʟsᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ⁀➷ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴘᴏᴄ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝

˗ˏˋ𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮 (𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜ˎˊ˗

𝗢𝗥

˗ˏˋ𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙮 (𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚) (𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚)'𝙨 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 ˎˊ˗

⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝

꒰ fluff, angst, comedy ꒱

Main cast

playlist

Prologue

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter XI

Chapter XII

Chapter XIII

Chapter XIV

Chapter XV

Chapter XVI

Chapter XVII

Chapter XVIII

Chapter XIX

Chapter XX

Chapter XXI

Chapter XXII

Chapter XXIII

Chapter XXIV

Chapter XXV

Chapter XXVI

Chapter XXVII

Chapter XXVIII

Chapter XXIX

Chapter XXX

[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] [𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄]

DOB: [your birthday]           

Age: 21 —> 24 —> 27

Height: [your height]               

Weight: [your weight]

Place of birth: [home country]

Likes: being right, reading, killing nobles, Josephine, [home country]

Dislikes: William, men, being wrong (but she never is)

Currently [as of post time-skip] : ???

Worries: that she has set standards for herself to be too high to the point she feels she can't achieve her 'perfect' perception of herself. She also worries that the rest of the Moriarty group view her as incompetent due to her sex.

Russian Into Love - Pt 1

Pairing: Alexei x fem!reader

A/n: (pls ignore the pun title, it was meant to be just a working title but I can’t think of anything better 😭) soooo this is the first part to a slow burn fake dating/marriage thing that I’ve had in my head since watching s3 of Stranger Things, I’m gonna be playing fast and loose with canon and idek if the s4 plot will be in this buuut I’m having fun writing it :)) pls feel free to comment and tell me what you think bc I personally love this and I want you all to love it too ❤️

(All Russian translations were taken directly from google translate so pls don’t attack me, attack mr google instead)

Wordcount: 2.9k

You were certain that you were going to lose your mind. It had been days since you had really looked at the sky, watched the clouds roll by like passing trains, and you were convinced that another day spent staring at the same faded floral wallpaper would be the death of you.

“Y’know, Murray, I’ve been thinking…” You began tentatively, not raising your eyes from the gossip magazine you had been pretending to read for quite some time.

“Sounds dangerous. Try not to do it again.” Murray dismissed without even looking up from the book he was wasting away his own time with. Ignoring his quip, you continued as though uninterrupted.

“I think we should go to California with Joyce and the kids.”

The idea had been playing on your mind for days, ever since you had learned that Hopper was gone. And after 4 days hiding in a motel room with Murray and the quiet Russian scientist, you were desperate for any opportunity to get out and as far away from these four walls as possible. Murray’s head snapped up from the book he was reading in the old armchair in the corner of the room, and Alexei’s eyes left the TV playing Loony Tunes to watch the conversation in interest.

“Oh? And why’s that?” Murray asked, his voice tinged with the familiar condescension that you had come to expect from him.

“Well, first off, if we have to stay in this motel much longer I think I might snap and start killing people. Secondly,” your tone softened slightly, “I’m worried about Joyce, and I think we should try to be close by.”

As Murray pondered your words, Alexei watched you both patiently while waiting for a translation. Murray knew as well as you did that with everything that had happened in the Starcourt mall and the subterranean Russian lab, Joyce had a lot to deal with right now, and while you both knew that she was capable of looking after herself, you just couldn’t stand the idea of her moving away on her own.

“As much as I may agree with you, we can’t go anywhere until Alexei’s green card situation is resolved.” Murray argued eventually.

“в чем дело?” [What’s going on?] Alexei asked, but before Murray could respond to him, you continued.

“Yeah, well, there is an easy way to deal with that. If Alexei wants to.” You said, and Murray’s head snapped up to look at you in obvious surprise.

It wasn’t the first time the idea had been brought up; Murray had mentioned marriage as a solution to Alexei’s citizenship situation on the very first day of your captivity, but it had been dismissed quickly because finding someone to marry Alexei would prove difficult, perhaps even impossible. So, Murray had moved his attention onto finding other ways to solve the problem, whereas you had been unable to stop thinking about it; it was such a simple solution, you were willing and as long as Alexei was too, you could soon see the other side of the motel room door.

“There is. Are you volunteering?” Murray asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“If it gets us out of this room, sure.” You replied, crossing your arms across your chest determinedly and trying to ignore the nervous pounding in your chest.

Murray’s gaze fixed on your face only intensified, his eyes narrowing as he regarded you closely from behind tinted glasses.

“I don’t think you’re taking this as seriously as you should be. Marriage is a big deal for most people, you know.” He explained with a frustratingly soft look on his features.

Wordlessly, you stood from your spot on the garish floral bedding and crossed the room to peer through a crack in the blinds. Both men watched you as you made a show of peering from left to right across the mostly empty car park.

“Nope, just as I thought, there’s no queue of men waiting for my hand in marriage.” You sighed dramatically and flopped back down on the bed, while Murray scoffed at your dramatics.

“Murray, что она сказала?” [Murray, what did she say?] Alexei asked again, and this time Murray answered.

“она предложила выйти за тебя замуж из-за грин-карты. и она хочет переехать в Калифорнию.” [She offered to marry you for your green card. And she wants to move to California.] He explained, and Alexei’s head spun quickly to stare at you, eyes wide behind his glasses.

“если мы поженимся, я стану гражданином США?” [If we marry, I’ll be an American citizen?] Alexei spoke, his eyes never leaving you.

You toyed anxiously with a loose thread on the bedding while Murray explained your idea to him. Alexei’s approval of this plan was the only thing coming between you and your escape from this room, so while being rejected by him wouldn’t be the biggest hit your ego had ever taken, it would mean staying here for longer. With the man that had rejected you.

“да. но вы также будете женаты на ней.” [Yes. But you’ll also be married to her.] Though you didn’t understand Murray’s words, you couldn’t miss the disdainful tone at the end and so you shot him a venomous look. Alexei looked thoughtful for a moment, still staring at you.

“это было бы не так уж плохо.” [That wouldn’t be so bad.] He said finally, and Murray let out a hearty laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, jaw clenched at the sigh of Murray’s glee.

“He thinks it’s a good idea.” He stated, causing your heart to leap. It had been surprisingly easy for Murray to convince him, you thought absently. “I’m not taking you to buy a wedding dress, though.”

—————————————————

So just a few days later, after what you were sure must be the fastest, most pragmatic wedding ceremony ever held in Hawkins, you, Murray, and your new husband piled into Murray’s van with what few belongings you still had, and set off for California.

You were admittedly beginning to grow nervous about your plan; once you arrived in California, you and Alexei were moving into a small home under the half-correct guise of being a newly-wed couple moving into their first home together, while Murray had found a new base for his own work somewhere nearby. The nervous pit that bubbled in your chest had nothing to do with the prospect of living with Alexei, you had been living with him in that horrid motel room for over a week at this point and despite the close quarters, he had been a wonderful roommate. Instead, your nerves were flaring up the idea of being caught in the ruse you had agreed to live in for the forseeable future. Or at least, until Alexei met someone he wanted to really marry.

But as you watched the scientist eagerly watching the scenery go with his forehead practically pressed against the windows of the van, you felt your worries fade a little. His smile was infectious, and just existing around him was easy, as natural as breathing. Not to mention the fact that his English was improving steadily; faster than your Russian, luckily.

Just then, Alexei turned towards you and caught you staring. His face split into an ecstatic grin that you couldn’t prevent your own from mirroring.

“это так…тепло.” [It’s so…warm.] He said with a small chuckle, gesturing out of the window.

Even though you didn’t understand his words, his joy was simple and genuine, and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning along with him. You didn’t even realise you had been staring at him until Murray coughed pointedly, drawing both of your attentions to him.

“Now, I know that this is all very exciting, but you two need to remember that to your neighbours, and friends, and coworkers, and everyone except for me and Joyce, you two are married.” Murray reminded for the hundredth time, enunciating his words with annoying precision as though you were rowdy children. He glanced past you at Alexei, and translated. “Вы должны вести себя так, как будто вы на самом деле женаты. Понять?” [You have to act like you’re actually married. Understand?]

With a glance in your direction, Alexei nodded. Murray turned his gaze on you, one eyebrow raised in that universally understood question: well? You huffed, avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah, sure. Are you gonna give me strict instructions on how to do that? A list of my wifely duties or something?” You questioned snarkily, and Murray tutted in response.

“No, actually, I thought maybe California might melt that icy heart of yours and you can figure out how to be affectionate on your own.” Ignoring your indignant noise, he continued. “Look, I’m not asking you to consummate this faux marriage, just try not to act like our comrade here repulses you too much.” He explained firmly.

“He doesn’t repulse me.” You replied entirely too quickly. Embarrassed heat flared in your cheeks and you ducked your head in the hopes that Murray would not notice; the chuckle he let out told you that he did notice.

When the van finally pulled into the driveway of your new home, set against the late afternoon sky, you hopped out of the back of the van excitedly. It was a relatively small two-story house, with houses on either side that looked like the epitome of suburbia; beige buildings with pristine gardens, even complete with a white picket fence. The mundanity made you want to retch, but instead you focused on your own home and allowed yourself to pretend for a moment that it was real, that it could ever be real for you.

Suddenly, a large hand was in yours, and it raised your hand to Alexei’s lips for him to press a kiss to the back. You stared at him in utter confusion for a second, before he nodded surreptitiously behind him, in the direction of a neighbours house.

In a window at the front of that house, you could see a tanned, blonde woman peering through her curtains, watching your arrival as subtly as she could. Sending her a friendly wave and a smile that you hoped looked genuine, you scoffed lightly.

“Nosy neighbours. Fantastic.” You murmured, mostly to yourself. Alexei watched you with a faint smile, before pulling you eagerly towards your new home.

Together, though no longer holding hands, you explored the house; Alexei was simply delighted by the small pool in the backyard, and you were pleased to find the kitchen already equipped with a fridge and oven. Then you ventured up the stairs and found four doors, behind which were a linen closet, a hideously beige tiled bathroom, and thankfully, two bedrooms, both already furnished with basic double beds.

You glanced at Alexei and he met your gaze with a half smirk, both of you seemingly grateful to not have to share a bed in order to protect your newly-wed image. He entered one of the rooms wordlessly and you entered the other, one with a window overlooking the back yard, and dropped your backpack on the floor at the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help the sigh of relief that slipped past your lips; all things considered, the house was nice. Murray had really showed you some mercy with the two bedrooms, too. You had almost been expecting him to make this as uncomfortable as possible, just to spite you for being a constant thorn in his side.

“Alright, lovebirds, I’m leaving!” Murray called up the stairs, and you stepped out onto the landing to see him standing at the bottom of the staircase.

“Wait, we don’t have any groceries and I’m starving, you’re leaving me here without food on my wedding night?” You asked in faux incredulity, to which Murray rolled his eyes.

“There’s a flyer for a pizza place by the front door, will that be adequate for the blushing bride?” He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You waved off his snide comment with a dismissive scoff. “You’re coming back tomorrow though, right?”

“Yes, I’m coming back tomorrow to take you and loverboy to buy a car. Hopefully, that’ll stop you from bugging me to take you places.” Murray replied with another roll of his eyes.

Before you could respond with a quip of your own, Alexei stepped out of his bedroom and onto the landing beside you. He and Murray exchanged words in quick fire Russian, before Alexei nodded, and brushed past you with a gentle smile into the bathroom.

“I just told your dearly beloved to be ready to go at 10am tomorrow. You’d better not make me wait.” Murray explained, waving a finger at you as though you were a naughty child.

“Would I do that?” You asked as innocently as you could, fighting back a smile as Murray began to walk away.

“You would and you have, repeatedly. Don’t make me leave you behind.” His final warning, only intended half jokingly, rang out as the sound of the front door closing signalled Murray’s departure.

Breathing out a slight chuckle, you tried to ignore the ache in your chest that already missed Murray and his quick wit; although you had always argued with him and seemingly done everything within your power to irritate him, you and he both knew that it was all in good fun. After years spent alone, you both had found verbal sparring partners within each other, and the few short years you had lived with him had been the happiest that you could remember.

You remained in place on the landing, absorbed in your thoughts, until the sound of running water reminded you of Alexei’s presence in the bathroom. The realisation that he was there, just on the other side of the dark wooden door beside you, and presumably about to shower, sent a cold jolt though your veins and before you could think about it you were darting away from the bathroom door and bolting down the stairs as quickly as you could.

Since your living room was totally devoid of furniture, you elected to sit outside in the back yard beneath the late afternoon sun as it slowly dipped towards the horizon. Lying on your back on the warm ground, you kicked off your shoes and allowed your feet to dangle in the pool, relishing in the coolness of the water around your ankles as you gently kicked your feet. With your eyes closed, you allowed yourself a single moment of peace and serenity before what you were certain would be a busy week, with your new house to be fully stocked and decorated.

The only thing that signalled Alexei’s arrival by your side was the shadow that he cast over your face, the sudden darkness prompting your eyes to open. He stood, towering above you, with damp curls and that same cheery smile across his face.

For an evil genius Russian scientist, he sure does look friendly, you found yourself thinking.

“Hi,” You said, peering up at him as a smile began to unfurl across your own face.

“Hello.” He said, his accent distorting the word slightly.

Carefully, he lowered himself to sit on the ground beside you, his own feet dangling in the pool beside yours. For a moment he was silent, and you attempted to settle back into the peaceful moment you had found just before, until you were again disrupted by a gentle prod to your cheek.

You opened your eyes to see Alexei, now propped up on an elbow so that he was almost lying beside you, holding a flyer in front of your face. After some squinting, you recognised it as the pizza place flyer Murray had mentioned, for a place called Surfer Boy Pizza.

“You’re hungry?” You asked, tilting your head up towards him. He nodded.

“Da.”

“Alright,” you replied, happy with the simple exchange, and unfolded the flyer to read the menu, “let’s order something then.”

As you were reading through the topping options, Alexei leaned further down over you to point a finger at one of the pictures on the flyer, a picture of a fresh, greasy, pepperoni pizza.

“Say?” He said, looking down at you intently.

As you looked back up at Alexei, his face was cast in shadow from the late afternoon sun behind him, making his features difficult to make out clearly, but you were fairly certain that he was staring intently at your lips. You froze, fixed in place by his watchful gaze. The whole world seemed to stand still for a long moment before you regained the ability to speak.

“P-pizza?” The word came out as a question, and heat flared in your cheeks as he grinned.

“Pizza.” He repeated.

Oh. The pronunciation.

“Y-yeah, pizza.” You repeated, breathing a slight sigh of relief when he finally turned his attention away from you again. “Um. Okay.”

You rose shakily to your feet, the flyer trembling in your grip.

“I-I’m gonna, uh, just, um, go? Inside? And…order pizza? Yeah, um…okay.” And with that, you darted back into the house without a glance back at the man sitting, looking very confused, at the edge of the pool.

The cool indoor air did nothing to soothe the burning in your cheeks after your unbelievably awkward exit, though it was a relief to no longer have Alexei staring at you. The memory of his attention focused so intently on you made you want to curl up in a ball; it had been as though he was the first person to ever truly look at you, and it had made you feel vulnerable in a way you hadn’t in a long time, not even with Murray.

Before you could allow your thoughts to delve too far into what that could mean, you snatched the phone from the receiver and punched in the number with more force than strictly necessary.

Eros & Psyche: A Dieter Bravo Story (complete - series masterlist)

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Rating: Over 18’s only please

Summary: Dieter is a modern day Greek God Eros. We’re going full existential dread rom-com, actually.

Header quote: By Marsad Aurangzeb

Series content: Vaguely inspired by the Greek myth of Eros & Psyche, soul mates, yearning, emotional torment, drugs and alcohol references, lots of swears, slow burn, discussions of death and mental health, eventual smut. Dieter is a walking red flag. Reader is named (Psyche) but physical descriptions are minimal. Time is meaningless but also always marching on. Lots of Dieter POV. Fleabag coded.

A/N: What is it about Dieter Bravo that makes me want to write emotional torment? I love him, yet I must torture him apparently. This started off as a bit of a modern retelling of the Eros & Psyche myth, but really it’s just my take on what the Greek god of love would be like if he was our beloved trash panda Dieter Bravo and reader was his soulmate, Psyche. I really, really hope that you like it, I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Originally part of Kel’s Greek pantheon challenge.

Mini Series:

✨ Part 1

✨ Part 2

✨ Part 3

✨ Epilogue

Moodboard

Original art by @yopossum

Thank you’s: I’m eternally grateful to @toomanytookas for being the most incredible beta reader and for encouraging my madness. To @luxurychristmaspudding and @pascalssbabyy for being the most wonderful, supportive pals who are always ready to scream with me. I really couldn’t navigate this without you guys. @mothandpidgeon for inspiring me with some yearning ideas via Twilight deep dive YouTube’s (for reals).

Tags for pals and Dieter fans - as always let me know if you’d prefer to be taken off or if you’d like to be put on:

@ishabull @futuraa-free @aurorawritestoescape @maggiemayhemnj @harriedandharassed

@milla-frenchy @undercoverpena @sawymredfox @secretelephanttattoo @hellfire-state-of-mind

@thundermartini @morallyinept @burntheedges @guiltyasdave @sp00kymulderr

@magpiepills @sugarcoated-lame @readingiskeepingmegoing @chronically-ghosted @beefrobeefcal

@jessthebaker @yopossum @ghotifishreads @katareyoudrilling @ozarkthedog

All images from Pinterest

Expensive Delights Series (Read at AO3) Fandom: American Gigolo (tv) Pairing: Julian Kaye x F!Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: Explicit. Additional warnings listed on each part.

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Part 1: The Hotel

Part 2: The Apartment

Part 3: The Book Tour

Part 4: The Dragonfly

·: 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

(𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Too many thots, too little time. Welcome to the boyfriend’s dad!Andy Barber sandbox for my one shot: 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | boyfriend's dad!Andy Barber x reader, ft. dilf neighbour!Bucky Barnes, dilf!Ari Levinson, lumberjack!Steve Rogers

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | SMUT - minors DNI, AGE GAP, cheating, boyfriend's dad!andy (he is a warning), daddy kink, specific warnings in each part

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Icky college boys will never change—so sleep with their dads.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗧𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗪/𝗖 | 11.5K

𝗔/𝗡 | reminder that this is a fanfic, I don’t condone cheating. No update schedule. Look at what you did bestie, @sarge-barnes-sir, from this ask. thank you to @sightiff for the title😌 No update schedule, no taglist. [*=smut] ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

Feel free to send blurb requests or asks about this series!

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒: (3/?)

Cruel*

Hell’s Kitchen*

First Impressions

En Voyage* (1/3) - battle of the dilfs: boyfriend’s dad!andy, dilf!bucky barnes, dilf!ari levinson

(2/3) battle of the dilfs: boyfriend’s dad!andy barber, dilf!bucky barnes, dilf!ari levinson & ft. dilf!Frank Adler

Triune* (3/3) - battle of the dilfs: boyfriend’s dad!andy barber, dilf!bucky barnes, dilf!ari levinson, & ft. lumberjack dilf!Steve Rogers, dilf!Frank Adler, dilf!Ransom Drysdale

𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒: and set-in the story drabbles

hot tub and the dilf next door*

after “Cruel”*

first time calling andy daddy*

andy sending you videos* | you sending andy pictures*

your relationship(s)

in andy’s office* | panty stealing*

some of the camping trip* | a snippet of the camping trip* | snippet of the pussyjob donations* (ft. the dilfs: andy, bucky, ari)

drunk calling Andy

On The Line*

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Characters: andy | reader | bucky | ari | steve | ransom

Richie Jerimovich Masterlist

One Night Stand (NSFW) - It was never meant to be more than a one night stand.

Old School - Richie and you prefer to do things old school.

Safe With You - Richie still has nightmares about how he found Michael.

Joy - The stabbing leads Richie to confront some of the doubts he has about himself.

All The Good Ones Are (NSFW) - Richie has never thought of himself as one of the good ones.

Happy Anniversary - Richie fucks up your first wedding anniversary.

Gift (NSFW) - Richie has always thought of you as a gift.

86 - Richie 86es a patron at The Bear.

Masterlist 2023

Flashback: Masterlist 2018 || Masterlist 2019 || Masterlist 2020 || Masterlist 2021 || Masterlist 2022

AO3

My fics are mostly reader-insert (POV 2nd person, f!reader), unless it’s stated otherwise in the description.

Julian Kaye (American Gigolo, 2022)

Friends and Benefits (smut; the reader is in escort buisiness)

Cure for a Restless Heart (some angst and hurt/comfort; smut - oral sex; FEELS)

Shane Walsh (The Walking Dead)

Shame on Me (drabble; smut, semi-public sex)

Loving You Easy (flirting, ALMOST smut, being caught)

Griff (Baby Driver, 2017)

Spark (tattoo master!Griff AU; smut - casual sex)

Skulls and Roses (tattoo master!Griff AU; smut - casual sex)

Ink (drabble; smut; doggy style; spanking)

BJ Rose (Grudge Match, 2013)

The Warmest Weekend (romance; soft smut; domestic bliss)

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Fix You (angst, blood & injuries; hurt/comfort; smut - hand jobs)

The Mute (Pilgrimage, 2017)

Butterflies (soft smut; loss of virginity; love confessions)

– FRANK CASTLE – SHANE WALSH – MICHAEL BERZATTO – JULIAN KAYE – JOE TEAGUE – SAM ROSSI – SWAINO – ETHAN SAWYER – OTHER CHARACTERS – FRANK X KAREN

​​ > You can also find my fics on AO3 or @darlingshanefics​

✈️ Business or Pleasure ✈️

Relationship: Frank Castle x F!Reader Fandom: The Punisher Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6658

Warnings and other tags: Alternate Universe – First Meetings – Hotel sex – Gift fic – Explicit sexual content – One-Night Stands – Enthusiastic Consent – Porn with feelings – Soft – Unprotected Sex

Summary: You meet him on a business trip.

Also on AO3

Late birthday gift for @darlingshane. Last time it took me 3 days to write you a fic, this time it took me 3 weeks. It's very different from the one I wrote you last year, but I hope you enjoy it as well 🧡🧡🧡

The hotel bar that you are sitting in is cast in a soft light, while jazz notes drift through the atmosphere. It is as cliché as it gets from a hotel bar, but the place is decorated tastefully, and you enjoy the drinks they serve. 

The clock reads five to ten, and while you had already had dinner, you had not felt like heading to your room yet, instead settling at the bar. You have casually been observing the other patrons while sipping from your glass of wine, but nothing or no one interesting has caught your attention. You are finally considering calling it a night, particularly because you are having an early flight tomorrow, when you see a new client coming through the doors that separate the lobby from the bar. 

He is on the phone as he walks straight for the bar, dressed in dark slacks and a deep gray button down, the first three buttons undone. The hair, longer on top, is tousled and looks like he has repeatedly been running his fingers through it. The man frowns at what the person on the other side of the line says, before his face shifts into a smile and a warm chuckle reaches your ears. He absently nods at you in polite greeting, since he sits down on the stool just to your right, and orders himself a drink from the bartender. 

You keep your face forward as much as you can while you observe his profile as inconspicuously as possible. His jawline is sharp and smoothly shaved, his broad nose, giving his profile something special, runs into the curve of a pair of beautiful lips. 

“Yeah, alright. Let’s talk about it tomorrow. Debrief should be an interestin’ one— Yeah— you too, man.” He hangs up and slides the phone into the pocket of his pants. 

His drink arrives, and he thanks the bartender with a brief nod and small smile. 

“Well, that sounded more like business than pleasure,” you state out of the blue, even surprising yourself with your words since you had not intended to say anything. 

The man turns his face towards you, his eyebrows raised, and looks as surprised as you. You can see him focusing his attention on you, his eyes moving over your face before they slowly take your whole form in. You fight to keep your expression as neutral as you can, not wanting to show just how much his perusal is getting to you, although you can feel your face warming. 

“It was until now,” he finally says with a one-sided smile, as he turns his entire body in your direction. 

Your eyes widen a fraction at his statement, not having expected such an answer from him. You lower your eyes as you smile, almost shyly, before looking back at him. 

“Frank Castle.” He extends a hand to you. 

“Nice to meet you,” you reply once you have introduced yourself and shaken his hand, marveling at their warmth and especially their size. 

“So, what brings you to this place?” He asks as he leans an elbow on the bar and takes a sip from his drink. 

You shrug as you drink from your glass, before you send him a small smile. “Pretty much all business, too.” You pause for a second before deciding to share a bit more. “Had an important deal to take care of.”  

“Yeah? What field do you work in?” 

You consider him for a moment, tilting your head to the side curiously. You think that he is purposely putting all the attention on you instead of himself, but he also looks genuinely interested.

“I work for a small corporation… Not that interesting, I’m afraid,” you chuckle and look at your drink. 

“Ah, come on. I’m sure it is.” 

“Well, I guess it depends— Do you know anything about computer software or graphic design?”  

Frank’s mouth twists into a small grimace as he nods in understanding. 

“No,” he replies with a huffed laugh. 

You grin and shrug again. It is a specific field. 

“And, how did that deal go?” He wants to know, watching you expectantly. 

You cannot help the proud smile that rises to your face as you think back to this afternoon and the accomplishment of months of hard work.

“My new program got signed, so I guess pretty well.” 

“Attagirl!” Frank calls out, toasting you with a warmth in his eyes. 

The back of your neck tingles and warms at his unexpected praise. You smile and take a sip from your drink to hide the effect that this single word has on you. 

“What about you?” You ask, swiping your eyes over him from his feet to his head, analyzing him somewhat. “Secret agent or some sort of military?” 

Frank’s eyebrows go up his forehead in surprise. You had delivered your words with a hint of humor in them, but that had been your first thought after hearing and seeing him. 

“What makes you think that?” He questions with an amused smile, his eyes narrowed curiously. 

“A hunch, I guess— The way you hold yourself, what you said on the phone. I heard you using the word debrief and how you said the time? Fifteen hundred? Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear your conversation.” You quickly add, not wanting to make it seem like you had purposely been eavesdropping. 

Frank stares at you with a small frown, but he doesn’t look upset; more intrigued, really. 

“You got some good observational skills,” he mutters with a faint smile. 

“Does that mean I’m right?” You grin at his easy demeanor. 

Frank doesn’t say anything, just lifts his glass to his lips and drinks while keeping his eyes on you. 

You laugh through your nose. 

“I am, huh—? Alright. I won’t ask more— Although,” you say slowly as a thought crosses your mind. “Is Frank Castle your actual name?”

Frank snorts in amusement. 

“Yes.” 

“I guess I’ll just have to believe you,” you sigh dramatically, making Frank laugh loudly. 

“Let’s just say that my job is to protect others”, he confides, still chuckling from your antics. 

“As in bodyguard?” You had said that you would not ask, but since he had told you more, the question had come naturally. 

Frank shrugs and moves his head from side to side in a more or less motion. 

You look at Frank a little more closely, at his straight back and shoulders, the way his eyes keep skimming the room, and smile. Yeah, he does fit the part. Frank stares back, expression open, although he is not easy to read all the same. You find him entirely compelling. So much that you had not noticed, until now, that you have moved closer to each other during the conversation.

“So— You stayin’ long?” 

He clearly wants to change the subject, and you had told him that you would not pry, so you play along. 

“No— I’m flying home tomorrow. All done with business,” you smile, feeling the heat coming from him as he shifts closer yet. 

One side of Frank’s mouth tilts up in a faint smile, as he tips his head to one side. 

“Only pleasure left, then?” His voice is low and intimate. 

You quickly lick your lips at that. 

“I hope so,” you breathe, before your eyes widen minutely, and you look down with a small, shocked laugh at your words.

You don’t know what has gotten into you tonight. This isn’t your style. Flirting with men during your trips, yes, but not this obvious desire for more. Especially since you have only been talking for a few minutes. You don’t know what it is about Frank that makes you act like this. Something about him puts you at ease while simultaneously turning you on. And he is obviously interested too. Has been from the moment that he has really looked at you. Why shouldn’t you indulge yourself for once? 

“I think I should be going back to my room.” You stand, suddenly wishing you had not left your phone in your room, so your hands had something to do and would not show your nerves as they shake lightly. 

Frank blinks and leans away from you with a few short nods. You know what he is thinking, and he has it all wrong. 

“Yeah, sure. Uh— Have a good flight tomorrow.”

You neither answer nor move away from his side, only standing there, looking at him. Frank eventually stares at you once he has noticed that you have not left. He frowns slightly, confused, before he really locks eyes with you and his face morphs into surprised understanding. 

With his eyes still on you, he pulls out his wallet and leaves a few notes on the counter. Swallowing your nerves, you turn on your heels and head for the exit and straight for the elevators. You don’t check if Frank is following you, but you can hear sure footsteps a few paces behind you. You press the call button for the elevator and find Frank coming to stand next to you out of the corner of your eyes. It doesn’t take long for the elevator to arrive, the doors emitting the usual ding as they open. You step inside, with Frank following close by, and push the button for your floor. You stand against the mirrored side of the elevator, face pointed downwards, while your fingers move nervously at your side. 

“Hey,” Frank says softly, coming to stand in front of you. “You’re alright? If I got it wrong, I-”

“You didn’t. I—” You close your eyes and release a small, exasperated laugh, before finally meeting his eyes again. “It’s not something I ever do. I— I don't – I-”

“Hey, hey. It’s alright, Sweetheart,” Frank’s voice is soothing and low. He is still standing close but doesn’t touch you. “If you’ve changed your mind, that’s fine. It’s your choice. I can go back to-”

“No,” you say it softly but with conviction before leaning your head back against the mirror and laughing lightly again at how surreal this feels to you. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Frank is quiet for a beat, before he steps forward, right into your space but still not touching you anywhere. 

“Can I touch you?” He rumbles, getting you to look at him and into his warm but intense eyes. 

You exhale a harsh breath and make small but fervent nods of agreement. His eyes dip to your lips, then back up. 

“Need you to say it,” he rasps, his voice deepening. 

“Please?” You breathe, and even to you, the desperation sounds clear in your voice. 

Frank’s nostrils flare at that word, his eyes swallowed by black. 

“Not that. Not yet, at least— Yes or no, Sweetheart?” 

“Yes!” You say it with such want that it comes out as a hiss at the end. 

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, but Frank moves in anyway, paying them no mind, as a hand goes to your nape to pull you towards him and into a long kiss. Your knees nearly buckle at the sheer intensity of his kisses, making you stumble backwards. Frank follows and catches himself with his other hand against the mirror. He presses you against it, his whole body aligning with yours as he licks between your parted lips. You grip the shirt at his back, tilting your head this or that way to reciprocate with just as much ardor. 

You only snap out of it once the elevator doors close again, and you manage to slam your hand against the button to open them again before someone can summon the cart back down. Frank stops the kiss with a chuckle after noticing what you have done. Finding new confidence, you side step Frank and take hold of his hand to pull him out of the elevator and towards your room. You slip the key card out of your pants’ pocket and quickly slide it into the slot at the top of the handle to unlock the door. It clicks and you hurriedly push it open. Frank follows without a word and closes the door behind himself. You move back to him and shove him against the door, before taking his lips again. Frank makes a surprised noise at your actions, but it’s a pleasant surprise from how he groans into the kiss and lets your tongue glide against his. 

Undressing is a quick affair. You don’t have the patience to tease or be teased, and from how Frank’s hands pull and tug at your clothes to get to your skin, the feeling is quite mutual. You do take a moment to stare at him once he is topless, his jeans open and revealing dark boxer shorts. A small breath shudders out of you at what you see. You really did luck out with this one. You meet his eyes again, only to see him looking at you with a one-sided smile, letting you observe him at leisure. He lets his eyes travel appreciatively over you as well, dressed in only your underwear. You can feel your hard nipples pushing against the thin fabric of your bra, his gaze making you shiver. Glancing down at his thighs as he shuffles while he waits you out, your eyes take in the distinct line of his erection pressed against one side of his crotch, still covered by his jeans and boxers. You only realize that you have moved once your knees meet the carpeted floor and your hands have gone to the top of his pants. You had not even made any conscious decision about kneeling at his feet, pure lust making you act. Staring up at Frank, you find him staring right back, his lips parted and panting faintly. He seems as surprised as you to find you kneeling so boldly, so obviously hungry for more. With his eyes remaining on you, Frank pushes his jeans lower, his erection springing out of it and catching your immediate attention. You utter a sharp breath at the size of him, your jaw aching in delicious anticipation. You would feel embarrassed with how your mouth floods with saliva at the idea of using your mouth on Frank, or at the unbidden, high-pitched, keening sound that comes from you at the wave of want, but you cannot regret anything, as you see how Frank closes his eyes as if fighting to keep in control. 

“Please?”

Frank makes a small laugh that sounds between amazed and incredibly turned on after you have spoken. 

“Feels like I should be the one beggin’, Sweetheart.” 

Warming all the more from his words, you shuffle closer. You slowly curl your fingers around his length, feeling the heat and hardness under them, and lean in. You kiss the tip, just over the slit, before opening your mouth to let the flat of your tongue press under the head. Curling your tongue this time, you pull him in and suck gently over the tip. Frank exhales loudly as you moan around him, getting the first taste of him. It’s heady to get this kind of reaction from him right off the bat. You open your mouth again and let your tongue slide down the base of his cock, before moving back up and sucking the head back in. You keep it slow, fighting the urge to take him in as deeply as you can. For now at least. You crave more of the small, aborted movements that Frank makes, like he is also trying to hold back from thrusting forward. You end up being the one to give in first, the second that Frank’s fingers slide into the small hairs at the back of your skull. With your other hand on his hip, you moan, high, and relax your jaw, letting saliva coat Frank’s cock until he hits the back of your throat. He’s about to pull away as you choke a bit harder than expected, but you don’t let him, taking him right back in, humming and moaning repeatedly as you move back and forth over his length. Your mind is in a haze of lust, your eyes closed and your whole body only feeling, taking pleasure in tearing sounds from Frank; cut-off groans and grunts that only make you work harder. 

The hand in your hair tightens suddenly, Frank pulling you off him with a decisive growl. 

“Fuck, you’re somethin’ else,” he says in a rumbling tone, as he pulls you up until you are standing again. 

He doesn’t give you any room to reply as he kisses you deeply again, while walking you backwards until you encounter the foot end of the bed. Agile fingers unclasp your bra, the garment falling from your skin and leaving your breasts on display for Frank. He takes a step away from you and has you sitting on the bed before it is his turn to kneel between your parted legs. He leans into you as you cup his face and kiss him again, the position different now. Frank quickly makes his way down your neck with his mouth, while his hands slowly stroke down your back and over your sides, making you squirm a little. Frank chuckles and takes one nipple into his mouth, playfully pulling at it with his teeth. You whimper and clamp your legs together, only his body stopping you as you feel the heat getting stronger and stronger between your legs. Taking pity on your breasts, Frank moves lower again, leaving small licks and kisses over your skin to reach your underwear. His fingers hook into your panties, and you obligingly lift your hips to help him remove them. You are sitting, fully bared to him, while he still has his pants on. You fight the impulse to cover yourself, your legs still blocked by Frank’s presence between them. His hands are on your thighs now, his thumbs trailing slowly, teasingly over the inside of your thighs, the skin already feeling sensitive when he has barely touched you yet. His hands move to your hips and pull at you until you slide forward. Enough for him to— With a kiss to the inside of your thigh, Frank leans in, the bed at the perfect height that he does not have to really lower himself a lot to press his lips against your core. You watch him with wide eyes as he nuzzles against your mound, before the tip of his tongue strokes around your outer lips. Your mouth opens slightly as you observe him, let him tease you, only your trembling legs and your arms that hold you up behind you are proof of how much he affects you. You whimper as he gently suckles at your inner lips, avoiding your clit purposely. A moment later, his tongue passes through your folds and finally runs over your neglected clit. You jerk at the contact, your body so high-strung already that this simple tease is enough to get a strong reaction out of you. As if that had been what he had been hoping for, Frank folds his arms under your thighs and squeezes your hips. He keeps you in place as his ministrations gain intensity, his tongue pressing harder, his mouth sucking at your flesh. You curl over him, your hands in his hair as your hips undulate to get more. You can’t help yourself, your body moving on its own accord from Frank’s devoted mouth and the enthusiastic sounds coming from him. 

“F-Frank? I – Ah – Please. I-”

“Mhm?” Frank does not stop what he is doing, that sound the only hint that he is listening to you. 

“Iwannacomewithyouinsideme,” you get out in a rush, your voice catching on another moan as your body trembles from Frank’s tongue teasing its point around your clit. 

Frank stops, and you look down at him, meeting his dark gaze. Your whole face burns at the sight of Frank’s mouth, nose, and chin covered in your juices. He swipes a palm over his lower face as he straightens on his knees before he stands, his dick bobbing proudly at the motion. 

“Yeah?” He leans over you, getting you to instinctively lie down on the bed. 

“Uh huh.” 

Frank smiles faintly as he kisses you slowly, one hand holding him up at your side while the other returns between your legs. He presses two fingers inside you, making you moan into his mouth and squeeze his legs with yours that are still folded over the end of the bed. Frank gathers both of your knees over his arms, lifting your legs off the ground and pressing them up. Withdrawing to look at you, Frank puts one of his knees on the bed, while he keeps his balance with the other foot on the floor and guides himself inside you. Your eyes don’t waver from his, unable to tear your gaze away from his undivided attention as he fills you so completely. Your mouth falls open on a silent cry, that transforms into a low moan of deep pleasure as inch after inch strokes against your walls as his cock creates space for itself. You reflexively clench around him, making Frank buck his hips sharply forward and ripping an electrified gasp from you. Finding the right position, Frank starts moving, slowly at first, until you press your heels into the small of his back and he suddenly pistons forward, hard. Your head snaps back, and you cry out with each slap inside you. Your hands grip at his arms and shoulders as a wave of jumbled words comes out of the both of you; you beg for more, while Frank is telling you how good you feel. 

Your orgasm runs through you slowly, growing in strength as it goes from your center until it goes through your whole body, your toes tingling and curling with the force of it. You can feel yourself clenching around him repeatedly, which makes Frank curse at the back of his throat, and his hips snap shortly. He watches raptly as you fall apart underneath him, waiting until you are reaching the end of your climax for him to fall into his own. His head bows forward and his knee buckles a little as pleasure takes over his body. You watch him through heavy lidded eyes, your breath coming in quick pants. You let your fingers slide over his back and shoulders and bite your lip on a soft smile when he frowns with his eyes still closed and lets out a long breath through his nose. He slowly opens his eyes and catches your gaze after you have slid your fingers into the hair at his nape. He leans in without a word, grazing his lips against yours before his tongue teases at your upper lip. Frank lets go of your legs for you to wrap them loosely around the back of his thighs as you nibble at his tongue. He huffs out a small laugh at your action and presses his lips fully against your smiling ones. There is no urgency anymore, the exchange slow and sensual. It’s as Frank shifts and almost pulls out of you that you remember that your ass is hanging halfway over the end of the bed. You start giggling at your realization, and Frank draws back with a curious smile on his lips. 

“We didn't even fully make it on the bed.”

Frank blinks and lifts his eyes to the top of the bed. He hangs his head and chuckles warmly, then presses a few kisses into your jaw. 

“Got caught up in the moment, I guess.”

You hum contentedly and turn your head to the side to give Frank better access to your neck. You stay that way a while longer, anyway; you never feel cold with the warmth coming from Frank.

Ultimately, you do have to move, remembering your flight the next morning. 

“I’m going to take a quick shower.” You stand on wobbly legs and make your way to the bathroom. Frank only makes a sound indicating that he heard you. You stop at the door and bite your lip. “If you want to stay, you can take a shower too.” 

You say it as nonchalantly as possible, since you don’t want to pressure him into anything. You know that this is a one-time thing, but why not spend a little more time together. If he wants to.

“Sure.” There is no hesitation, not even a second of consideration. 

You smile and nod before vanishing in the bathroom. 

Once the two of you are done with the bathroom, Frank joins you in bed in only his boxers, while you wear an oversized tee shirt and a pair of panties. 

“You’re sure you don’t want to go to your room to get something?” 

“Nah, I’m good like that.” 

You had thought that it would feel awkward, but you settle comfortably next to each other, and you switch off the lights. Frank shifts next to you, and you feel him wrapping an arm around your waist as he moves to face your back. 

“That okay?” He whispers into your ear. 

Always so considerate. 

“Yeah,” you breathe, resting an arm over his. “At least I know I won’t be cold tonight.” You grin. 

Frank chuckles, moving the hair at your nape. With his heat at your back, you fall asleep in no time. 

You wake some time later, feeling slightly disoriented. There is a warm presence against you, and that is when you remember Frank. You smile softly to yourself, realizing that you have moved in your sleep since, you are now curled into Frank’s side, the man himself lying on his back with an arm outstretched and under your head. The darkness all around you tells you that it is still very early. A quick glance at your smartwatch confirms your assumptions; a few minutes past 3. Glad that you have another three hours to sleep, you borrow further into Frank’s side. His body radiates warmth and from this close, you can smell the shower gel as well as the last traces of his aftershave. A shiver travels down your back at the scent, a heat that has nothing to do with Frank’s body slowly curls in your belly. Your eyes open, and you can faintly make out the contours of Frank’s profile. You bite your lower lip as you think. Your face is only a few inches away from Frank’s. Would he mind if you—? He wanted to stay the night, so you guess that— Feeling emboldened by the darkness, you decide to make the most out of the night with Frank. Tentatively, you lean in and slide your lips against the side of Frank’s neck, until you reach the underside of his ear. There is a faint grunt that comes from Frank, but he otherwise neither moves nor says anything. This time, you graze your teeth over Frank’s ear lobe, before you gently suck on it. A deep breath is the only response you get to this, and you wonder if he is awake yet. Pressing your whole front against Frank’s side, you tickle your fingers over his stomach and follow the line of the elastic of his boxers. Your mouth continues to give attention to his ear. 

“You do realize that there will be consequences for what you’re doin’, right?” Frank suddenly rumbles, his voice rough from sleep and something more. 

You startle a bit at the sound of his voice, but chuckle a second later. 

“I sure hope so.” You nip at his ear lobe and slide a finger lower to find Frank already more than half hard. 

Frank growls and rolls onto his side to face you, forcing you to pull away from his ear. The hand from the arm you are lying on moves to your hair to fist in it; not enough to hurt, but there. You can feel his breath over your face, he is so close, yet he does not kiss you or move any closer. 

“Think you can take it? I don’t take kindly to being woken up and teased like that.” The tone is playful, you can tell that he is smirking, but what makes you say your next words is the hint of delicious danger in his voice. 

“Try me.” 

There is a dark chuckle right before Frank moves. Within a few, short seconds, you find yourself on your front, your face in the pillows and Frank straddling your legs. You barely have the time to gasp before Frank takes hold of your hips and pulls your ass up. Your panties get lowered to mid-thigh, keeping your legs together, while Frank pushes your tee shirt up and off. You raise onto your elbows and try to look behind you despite the almost full darkness, only the outlines of Frank’s body visible to you. Frank pulls you back towards his hips, the motion followed by the feeling of the blunt head of his cock parting your damp folds and pushing inside swiftly. 

“Oh fuck,” you cry, as your closed legs create an even tighter passage for him. 

Frank does not go easy on you, as warned, and fucks you quickly, his hips smacking loudly against your ass, his hands firm over your waist. Your elbows quiver, while moan after moan and small cries of pleasure are torn out of your mouth every time he dives back in. You love every second of it, and it comes as no surprise that you come explosively, his cock rubbing against your walls in the most perfect way, your closed legs making sure of that as well. Frank fucks you through your release, the thrusts slower, but he still goes as deep as possible until your upper body crumbles to the mattress as you come down again. You gasp after he suddenly pulls out, your walls now clenching around nothing, and see him moving to your side of the bed in the darkness. 

“Wanna feel your mouth again.” 

You are off the bed and with your knees on the floor in a matter of seconds after he has spoken. Your legs are still feeling like jello, meaning that this position is perfect for you, the eagerness to take him into your mouth again returning with full force. 

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” Frank groans once you have sucked the head between your lips. 

You whimper at the praise and pull off to lick your way around his whole length. You moan as you taste yourself, his whole cock slick with your essence, and press your thighs together at the phantom feeling of having him still deep inside you. Frank’s fingers move into your hair, while his hips start thrusting shallowly. You groan and stop moving, while you relax your jaw and make small, affirmative sounds. Frank understands your intentions just fine and starts thrusting in and out at a quicker pace. His hands hold your face in place, while you are holding yourself steady at his thighs. 

“Fuck, Sweetheart, I'm—”

You keep him close, wordlessly telling him that you want all of it. Frank’s hands tighten in your hair as he starts coming with a cut-off expletive, coating your tongue with his bittersweet release. 

You slump back against the bed, resting your back there for a moment as you catch your breath and swallow. Frank joins you and cups the sides of your face with his large palms. He does not say anything, yet the way he presses his lips against yours tells you that he more than enjoyed himself. As he helps you stand, you realize that your panties are still around your thighs. You huff out a small laugh and quickly pull them back in place, before going to blindly hunt for your tee shirt on the bed. You settle back on the bed like earlier, except that you are now facing him. 

“Told you I can take it,” you say with a wide grin as Frank puts a hand on your thigh. 

“You’re a goddamn menace once all the shyness has gone, you know that?” Frank snorts and squeezes your thigh. 

Your grin turns soft as you take in his words and think back to how nervous you had been a few hours earlier. Frank’s tone clearly implies that he likes it, as surprised as he might be about it. You are just as surprised as him, if you have to be honest. 

“Guess you make it easy.” You shrug with one shoulder. 

Frank does not reply, but his hand moves from your thigh and comes to slide the fingers over the side of your face and gently to the back of your neck. He keeps his hand there for a moment, the gesture affectionate and making you smile. 

“Get some rest, Sweetheart.” Frank leans in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. 

You hum in agreement, your stomach tightening at the kiss, and close your eyes. Sleep takes a little longer before it gets you this time, but you fall into a dreamless sleep once it does claim you. 

This time you wake because of the alarm on your phone going off. It lies on the bedside table where you had left it before heading into the bar. You quickly snatch it from the surface and stop the alarm. Frank groans next to you and turns to lie on his stomach. You stare at him for a few seconds before you force yourself to get up, not wanting to miss your flight. You freshen up in the bathroom and get ready in record time, glad that you had packed your suitcase before dinner, leaving you to only put back your pajamas and other necessities like a toothbrush and such. You look around the room to check if you have not forgotten anything. Your eyes return to the bed once you are sure that you have everything packed, and stare at Frank. He has not moved again after you had gotten up. You cannot help smiling to yourself at the thought that his tiredness might also be your fault and not only his job. You bite the inside of your cheek as you watch him. Should you wake him? For what? Yeah, you like him, but you know near to nothing about each other. What more is there to say? 

You finally decide to write him a quick note, not wanting to leave just like that. 

I had a wonderful night. Thank you. 

You scribble it on a square of paper with the logo of the hotel on it and leave it on the pillow you slept on. You get your carry-on suitcase and silently open the door, throwing Frank one last look before walking away. 

---

Back at work, you celebrate your success with your team. You open a bottle of overpriced champagne, but you had all worked your asses off, so this felt needed and deserved. Everyone has a lot of fun and that is what really matters. 

Thoughts of Frank come unbidden every now and then, mostly after you have gone home. However, you also remember his expression as he had realized that he knows nothing about the field you work in as you pull up a draft of a company logo that you had been working on before going on your business trip. You laugh to yourself at the memory. 

At times, you wonder if you should have asked for his number, only to shake your head at the thought; with his job, that is not the best idea, and he probably does not have the time for dates. A shame, in your opinion, but it isn’t like you can do anything about it anymore. Moving on is the best thing to do. 

---

Close to a month after you had met Frank, you are having a lazy weekend at home. You are sitting on your couch, legs crossed under you, and your laptop on your thighs. Graphic design might be part of your job, but it has started as a hobby and that is still something that you love to do whenever you are off work. Particularly now, as you are working on a fun birthday card for a close friend. You are clicking away on the mouse and adjusting the size of the text over the top of the card, when there is a knock at your apartment door. 

You turn your head and stare at the door with raised eyebrows, since you are not expecting anyone today. Putting the laptop beside you, you get up and head towards the entrance. You curiously look through the peephole and nearly do a double take after glimpsing who is on the other side of the door. You take a step back as you frown in confusion, before slowly opening. 

Frank’s head lifts from where he had been staring down, his eyes immediately catching yours. 

“Hey,” he says tentatively, looking sheepish. 

“Hi.” You blink rapidly a few times, still slightly shocked. Your mouth opens and closes a few times as you try to form words, but you have no idea where to start. “How – I – Did—”

“Sorry for showin’ up like that, I – I wasn’t sure if I should call first or— Now I think I should've, and— Yeah.”

You stare at him for a beat, before glancing behind you. 

“You want to come in?” You have a nosy neighbor, and you would prefer it if that conversation happens inside. 

Frank nods before he walks into the apartment after you have moved inside to let him in. He closes the door while you lean against the back of your couch, your hands holding you up on the headrest. You observe Frank, who glances around your place before he returns his eyes to you. 

“Nice place.”

“Thanks.” A beat of silence. “Did you look me up?” You question, completely baffled, but you cannot help smiling in amused astonishment and at Frank’s apparent uneasiness. 

Frank grimaces and scratches at the back of his neck as he nods sheepishly. 

“Shit, yeah, I know how it looks— I promise I don’t usually do shit like that. I just— You were gone when I woke up and— I dunno, I guess— I wanted to see you again and-”

“Frank, it’s fine. Well— I can’t say I’m not surprised, but— I guess it’s part of your job to do stuff like that?”

Frank visibly relaxes as he realizes that you are not mad at him. “Yeah,” he sighs. “At first I was just curious, y’know. Didn’t plan on just bargin’ in like that. Then I realized that we’re both from New York.”

Your eyebrows go up in surprise, and Frank nods in confirmation at your expression. 

“Hell’s Kitchen.” 

“Guess it really is a small world, huh?” 

Your neighborhood is only one down from Hell’s Kitchen. 

Frank nods before he looks down and frowns. 

“Listen, I know this is weird, and the night we spent together was meant to be just that, one night, so I can just leave and—” Frank trails off with a self-conscious shrug. 

You stare at him for a bit. You definitely do not want him to leave. As surprised and confused as you are that he wanted to see you again, you cannot lie about not having thought about him either. 

“Are you here for business or for pleasure?” You ask as you throw Frank a small, tender smile, echoing your first words to him. 

Frank’s head snaps up at your words, a pleased smile slowly forming on his face. He tentatively comes closer, as if checking if this is alright with you. You stay where you are and wait for him to reach you. He cups your face and strokes his thumbs over your cheekbones. 

“More than just pleasure,” he promises before he kisses you. 

august

a summer in dunbrook, part three

a/n: and to close it all off, let them have a horny camping trip. it's what they deserve.

summary: once you’d reached your spot, set up the tent and the stars were all twinkling in the sky, you and Frank savoured the mild summer evening sitting by the campfire where your fluffy ball of fur had also found a comfortable corner. 

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, sequel to lilac, smut, lumberjack AU, camping, roasting marshmallows, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, oral, manhandling, hair pulling, impact play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (because this is just porn. no one is getting pregnant, I’m just craving the intimacy. let them be hoes and live out the fantasy)

word count: 3121

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“All I’m saying is that maybe we wait just one more day before we go home,” Frank said as he slammed the car door shut behind him. 

Readjusting your grip on Enzo’s leash, you blinked up at Frank as he tugged on the big backpack stuffed with supplies. 

“One more day?” you cocked a brow, “you just feel like camping one day more than we planned? Making the trip just that little bit longer so that you–, oh yeah, so that you miss the summer barbeque that you’ve been acting like a toddler about.” 

“I haven’t been–,” he scoffed, though swiftly dropped it with a heavy huff, “look, is it really that bad that I’d rather spend my time with you and Enzo than sit through hours of small talk?” he pleaded as you began to tread away from the parked vehicle, through the wilderness you’d arrived at. 

“No, but I don’t wanna miss it,” you said. Letting out a sigh, you took a step closer to him and caught his wide palm, “look, you don’t have to come along if it’s really that terrible,” your fingers offered his a squeeze to underline your statement, “I love you, I’m not gonna force you.”

Glancing over at you, he caught your eye and offered you the faintest of smiles, “thank you.”

“But,” you stretched out the vowel as if you were blowing a piece of bubble gum, “I’m just saying that you might regret it, you might miss some really fun shenanigans.” 

“Yeah,” he huffed in response, “I bet.”

“Hey, I know he didn’t last year, but I’m crossing my fingers that this year, Otto gets super drunk on Donna’s punch again and starts thinking he’s a drag queen. I know he’s the sheriff, but he can really get put on a good show when the mood strikes and he thinks he’s twenty again.” 

Once you’d reached your spot, set up the tent and the stars were all twinkling in the sky, you and Frank savoured the mild summer evening sitting by the campfire where your fluffy ball of fur had also found a comfortable corner. 

“Oh,” you then suddenly stirred from your trance-like state, ripping your stare away from the flames, “I almost forgot!”

Scrambling off the stout log you’d used to sit on, you ripped open the flap of the tent directly behind you and crawled inside. 

Glancing over his shoulder, half with an amused grin and half checking out your ass, Frank watched as you tore open the backpack and fished out an item. 

Hiding it behind your spine, you didn’t reveal it before you’d returned to your seat. 

“Tada!” you presented your contribution to the camping trip. 

“Marshmallows,” Frank couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. 

“You have to! You simply have to,” you declared as you ripped the plastic open. 

As you let yourself munch on one straight out of the bag, you watched as Frank picked up a few suitable twigs from the forest floor below, fished a swiss army knife out of his pocket and prepped them into the perfect utensils for the job.

The art of roasting marshmallows was something you’d perfected as a child. Getting them just right so that their outer shell got completely caramelised and golden brown, while the entire innards were rendered a sweet gooey mess. 

That fine skill was sadly not something Frank possessed, or perhaps cared about as deeply as you did. It nearly shocked you to horrors to watch him burn the little candy till it looked like a lump of coal, only to eat it without a care in the world as if it hadn’t been utterly ruined. 

So in order to prove to him just how wrong he was in his indifference, just how good they could be when done just right, you roasted him one to the utmost perfection.

“Alright,” you uttered when you retracted the stick from the flames. Carefully pulling it off the widdled twig, you held it out for him, though noted just before he enclosed his mouth around it, “careful, it’s hot.” 

As you studied his expression for traces of your victory, you popped your sticky fingers in your mouth, licking them clean one by one. 

Frank however also seemed to gaze back at you, though the heated stare that traced your innocent digits flew completely over your head as that wasn’t what you so intently were searching for. 

“So?” you impatiently poked in between cleaning the sugar off of your skin, “how is it?”

Swallowing the treat, he then hummed, “yeah, it’s good,” his eyes still glued to you. 

“Just good?” you cocked your head, “not amazing, incredible, your life will never be the same?” you listed off and then finally noticed just how intense his stare was, “what?” your voice seemed to shrink as you dropped the jest, “do I have some on my face?”

“No…” he shook his head lightly as one of your palms shot up to wipe the corner of your mouth. 

“Then what is it? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I just love you, is all,” he breathed, “you’re very cute,” his soft smirk grew wider as he then added, “especially when you don’t realise the dirty things you do.”

A giggle then erupted from your lungs, “what did I do?” and continued to bubble out of you even as he began to lean in, “what?” 

But instead of filling you in, he simply pressed his lips to yours. 

It was soft at first, peppering you with pecks as your laughter slowly faded away. But then when your chuckling had come to a close and no longer vibrated against his lips, he let go of his gentleness and gave in to the desire that was about to burst. 

Slipping his tongue past your lips, a low groan flowed from him and melted against yours as they danced against one another. His broad palm only stayed on your cheek a moment longer before it soared down your frame, his other hand too joining in the exploration of your curves. 

You nearly couldn’t keep track of his touch as it wandered wildly, grabbing at every place that made you all tingly inside. Though, at one point when you thought you might fall off your makeshift seat, you actually did, or rather, Frank’s grasp slid down to your bottom and scooped you closer, so close in fact that you now found yourself half kneeling on the forest floor, between his thick thighs where he remained seated, and arching up to keep your lips still attached.

As one of his hands reconnected with your heated cheek, he withdrew ever so slightly as a groan left his throat, “god, I wanna fuck you…”

The gravel in his tone shot straight down between your legs and made you whimper, “please.”

After he seized your lips once more, the hand on the side of your face slid further up and disappeared into your hair. When his fist soon enclosed around the roots of your locks at the nape of your neck, a purr poured out of you, one he briefly paused the kiss to relish hearing. 

His other palm still grazed over your clothing, petting you so passionately that you expected on bated breath for him to rip your attire off. 

But he didn’t. 

Instead, right when he pinched your nipple through your shirt, his fingers didn’t move to pop open the row of buttons. 

Pulling back from the heated kiss, he maintained your face so close to his that his prominent nose pressed against your cheek. 

“Take this off,” he commanded in a gravelly tone, faintly gesturing to your shirt before his hand floated up to join his other if your hair. 

As you scrambled to do so, hazy with lust, you tried to tilt your chin to capture his lips, but the grip he had on you caused each of your attempts to fail as he denied you another taste. 

Once your button-up tumbled to the ground, he rose to his feet, lifting you with him, before one of his hands briefly let go to gesture to the shorts that hung from your hips, “these as well.”  

It wasn’t till they too fell to the dirt that Frank finally kissed you again, or to be more accurate, nearly devoured you. 

Your fingers tangled in his flannel for purchase as he scooped your body even closer to his. When you felt the palpable tent in his pants press up against your stomach, your right hand had a mind of its own and slid down to graze and teasingly rub him through his clothing. 

“Fuck…” he grunted, swiftly leaning into your touch. 

When his feet began to move, yours blindly began to shuffle as well. Each time you encountered even a tiny twig or something to make you slightly lose your balance, your grip tightened in his shirt and his hold on you swiftly shifted and clutched your waist, just so that in case you actually did stumble, he would be ready to sweep you off your feet. 

The flap to the tent was already open from when you grabbed the marshmallows, so nothing was there to hinder you when Frank pushed you inside. 

As both of you sank down to your knees on the sprawled-out sleeping bags, you began to tear at his clothes, an action that he didn’t protest in the slightest, only brought a hand back up to tangle itself in your locks. With the tent still open to the great outdoors, the crackling light from the campfire streamed in and illuminated both your forms. The warm glow licked across Frank’s skin as you revealed more and more of it. 

When you began to tuck at the last remaining item covering him up, you barely managed to hook a finger in his boxers before Frank’s body moved, laying down and bringing you with him. Chest pressed down against his, he manoeuvred your legs to be at either side of his hips. 

Capturing his lips in a kiss, you both sucked in a slow breath through your noses. As his palms slid up from the curve of your ass and over your waist, the pent-up tempo that had formed outside seemed to relax, your sloppy makeout morphing into soft and yearning pecks. 

His scruff tickled your palms as you clutched his jaw and withdrew just enough for you to catch your breath. Your nose nuzzled gently against his as you then begged in a foggy whisper, “can I please suck your cock?” 

Huffing out a smile, he found your eyes, “you wanna suck my cock?”

“Please.”

“Oh yeah? Well then go right ahead since you want it so badly.”

Mirroring his grin, you leaned in to press your lips to his one last time, “thank you,” before you slowly began to crawl further down. 

Holding his gaze as he propped himself up onto his elbows, you dipped down to plant a few kisses across his stomach before your nose nuzzled against the waistband of his underwear. When you were slotted between his parted legs, resting on your belly with your feet kicked up, his thumbs dipped into his boxers and pulled them off before you had the chance. 

His length sprung free of its binds, throbbing under your gaze and glistening with precum. Your eyes flickered up to meet his as you wrapped your fingers around his girth and a sharp intake of air filled Frank’s lungs. 

You only really had to tilt your head and stick out your tongue in order for it to glide across the bulbous head, as you already were at eye level. Glancing up to catch his gaze, you teasingly tapped the tip of him against your tongue, the corners of your mouth tipping upwards at his reaction. Dipping your head, you planted sloppy pecks down the side of him and when you came back up, you let your saliva dribble down his hardness, your fist swiftly swooping up to lavish its strokes.

When your lips finally enclosed around his girth, a deep rumble vibrated in his burly chest as he watched your slow movements intently, “fuck, I love you…” and his hand came down to stroke the side of your features as you silkily began to bob, “just like that, baby, yes,” drool gradually began to drip down as your lips stretched around his fat girth. When you then momentarily came up for air, Frank tilted his chin and said, “don’t forget the nuts, sweetheart,” and you swiftly bowed down to sloppily make out with his heavy sack, “give them some love as well.”

Then, just as you were about to return your attention to his painfully hard length, he manoeuvred your head for you and only relished in a few seconds of your butterfly-like pace before his hips twisted beneath you and bucked up into your efforts, fucking your little mouth till his cock plunged all the way down your throat. Spit bubbled up at the corners of your lips as his fingers curled around to hold your head in place just a moment longer, letting him fuck your throat till tears began to spew forth. You knew by the sensation that if you’d been lying on your back, the imprint of his cock would have been clear as day in the column of your throat, a familiar bulge that Frank would often let his fingers trace if he caught sight of it. 

Strings of slobber spiderwebbed from your swollen and gasping lips as he finally plucked you off of him. Sitting up more, he brought his face further down and pressed his mouth to yours, smothering the smile that appeared on your features as soon as you got up for air. 

As he impatiently ripped your bra off and you reached down to pull off your panties, they clung to your weepy cunt. Not being able to resist, yourself, you reached down and swept your fingers through your folds, your eyebrows crinkling up at the discovery of just how wet you’d gotten. 

Picking you up, Frank placed you back in his lap before his kisses faded and he layed back down. Raising yourself further up on your knees to hover above him, he grabbed a hold of the base of himself and briefly dragged the tip of him through your petals, flicking your clit before he brought a broad palm to your hip and helped you sink down. 

“Fucking hell…” you flutteringly cursed as you braced a hand on his chest, “oh, F-Frank…”

Your thighs trembled slightly on either side of him as you slowly eased your way down, the stretch of his fat cock proving just staggering as ever. 

As you gently began to roll your hips and find a calm pace that let you feel each and every single detail of him, your eyes fluttered shut as he stretched you out. Repeatedly raising your hips up till just the essence of him remained, you’d then sink back down, each time your slow pace nearly caused your pussy to clench and shrink back entirely so that it felt as if he’d have to split you open all over again. 

But just as you began to lose yourself to the heavenly sensation and let yourself slam back down with more ferocity, Frank’s cock slipped out of your creamy cunt completely. 

A whimper swiftly escaped you as your eyes blinked back open, but the man below you didn’t seem to move a muscle as he just uttered, “put it back in, baby,” which you swiftly reached down to do, moaning loudly as he slipped back into your warmth. His strong fingers dented the curve of your ass as you fulfilled his command, “there you go, good girl,” then swatted his wide palm against your backside to kickstart you back into action. 

Panting as you bounced like a little bunny, your hands crept up to squeeze your tits, pinching the nipples harshly as the melody of your efforts filled the tent. 

“That’s it, ride it,” he growled, offering your ass a few more slaps, “ride that fucking dick.”

Both of his hands then grabbed a hold of your bottom and surely bruised it as he aided your movements, though it didn’t take very long at all for him to take over completely and move your body atop of him, leaving you to just relax into his hold and sink deeper into the breathtaking sensation.

As he bounced you on his cock, he managed to nestle you down even further and grind his dick impossibly deep within you. 

Your head lulled back a bit as he rocked your form. Then, as you felt goosebumps tingle across your flesh and the intoxicating end near, you stopped fighting the urge and let your upper body crumble down against his. 

Fingers curling uselessly against his skin, you almost attempted to bury your face in his chest, right below his right shoulder. 

“Fucking hell,” your eyes rolled as you began to drool on his pec. 

Rolling his hips beneath you, he started to buck up into your weepy cunt before his palm landed a few tingling blows across your bottom. 

When your pussy finally clambered down around him, you nearly bit him as your features tensed up in a silent scream. His own demise soon arrived as well, especially as you throbbed and squeezed down around him so tightly that he nearly couldn’t move at all, just throw in the towel and let your cunt milk him dry. 

You almost fell asleep, laying there on his chest as it slowly rose and fell like a calm tide, Frank even assumed that you had until the moment that you murmured, “I’m so happy that you didn’t just keep driving…” 

“Uh…” his warm fingers drew slow patterns along your spine as he attempted to catch up, “when are you talking about?”

Faintly, you heard the tent rustle as Enzo sleepily stepped inside and plopped himself down on your tangled feet. 

“That you stopped back then on that day when my car broke down,” you uttered as your emotions began to fog up your voice, “thank you for stopping. If not, then we probably wouldn’t have ever met… god… I love you so much. I don’t even know how to–…” a heavy sigh flowed from you before you tilted your head and blinked up into his coffee eyes, tears glinting in your own, “I love you.”

With a molasses-like expression softening up his features, his fingers then tugged a strand of your hair out of your forehead before he replied, “I love you too, Y/n.”

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the bodyguard

[status: in progress]

summary: after a series of terrorist attacks in new york, an article you wrote calling out the cowardice of the organization's leader causes you to become a target, and frank castle is assigned to be your bodyguard. the resurgence of former flames and shocking sinister revelations will test just how far frank is willing to go to protect you. divulgences of his mysterious and convoluted past will make you question just how much you can actually trust him. will frank be your savior? or the reason for your demise?

a/n: a HUGE thank you to my love @thyme-in-a-bubble for that incredibly breathtaking header. this series was inspired by the absolutely lovely @lowkeythor's genius request for a bodyguard!frank x reader fic. it is a slow burn-so get comfy. this is a punisher series friends, so there will be mentions of violence and gore, as well as other mature themes. (there will eventually be spiciness bc i can't resist) if you'd like to be added to the tag list for updates, please let me know!

»— anything marked with an astrik contains explicit content. minors dni.

»— all work is my own. please do not repost anywhere else without my consent.

chapter one: it's my job

chapter two: take the day off

chapter three: trouble

chapter four: it's like that

chapter five: conflict of interest

chapter six: invasion of privacy

chapter seven: checkmate

chapter eight: sorry

chapter nine: stakeout

chapter ten: pancakes

chapter eleven: we got a problem

chapter twelve: confession

chapter thirteen: desire*

chapter fourteen: i got you

chapter fifteen: teach me*

chapter sixteen: an adjustment

chapter seventeen: a favor

chapter eighteen: first date*

chapter nineteen: personal

chapter twenty: secrets

chapter twenty one: a little more time

chapter twenty two: fade to black

chapter twenty three: revelation

chapter twenty four: i love you

chapter twenty five: promotion

chapter twenty six [coming 9/20]

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3 Times Jake Lockley Tried to Kill You and 1 Time He Saved Your Life

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Part 1: Knife

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Part 3: Hands

Part 4: Delaying Death and Giving Life are Two Different Things

Pairing: Jake Lockley x f!reader

Summary: Jake has been hired to assassinate you - the daughter of Chicago's most powerful and corrupt man

Miniseries content: nsfw, mdni. READ the warnings. Dead dove - you will get what is warned! There is no non-con in this fic, but it's dark in the sense that the reader IS in real danger from Jake. Violence, language, stalking, blood, knife play, also actual knife use - like for its intent - stabbing, danger, sexy dreams, glove kink, masturbation, power imbalance, kidnapping, gun play, frottage, groping, dry humping, choking, oral, p in v, possible rough sex, murder, not beta'd

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