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you were fumbling around for your keys, standing among a small gaggle of grocery bags, when the lock turned in the unit across from you. frank stepped out, not even sparing you a glance, and promptly closed the door behind him before your curious eyes could steal a glimpse into his unnaturally silent apartment.

he would have walked straight past you, if you hadn't been so quick to introduce yourself. you gave him your name, told him you'd moved in recently, and he nodded like he already knew.

"frank," he had said before gesturing to your apartment with a raised brow. "you got madonna waitin' for you in there?"

by the look on your face, anyone would have thought he'd just sworn at you.

"...i didn't know you could hear— oh my god. i'm so sorry!"

madonna didn't bother him, or so he said, but you turned your music down all the same—and you stopped singing along entirely. the last thing you wanted to do was terrorise your mysterious (and hot. very hot) neighbour with your rendition of "like a virgin" that sounded more akin to a dying seagull than it did the queen of pop.

you baked him cookies (don't ask why; you were panicking) and presented them to him with your best neighbourly smile. you made it out like it was tradition, something you did every time you moved into a new place, and not a frantic attempt at an apology.

a few days later, he returned the empty tupperware with a curt nod.

"thanks," he said, flashing you this barely there smile that, in all honesty, could have easily been nothing more than a trick of the light. "you're a damn good baker."

you met his compliment with a shrug, trying to play it off like it hadn't made your chest swell with pride. "i try."

his smile widened, turned a little lopsided in a way that made your whole world feel as though it had tilted with it—because fuck, he wasn't just hot; he was cute.

he looked you up and down once, amusement simmering behind his dark eyes, before turning away.

"just wish i could say the same about your signin', material girl."

he started to pay more attention to you after that. whenever you passed each other in the hallway, he'd greet you with a nod and, sometimes, a smile; he'd hold the elevator for you whenever he saw you coming; he even helped you with your shopping when you overestimated how much you could carry in one trip—but not without commenting on your spending habits first.

"how you have any room left in that place is beyond me. i swear you're luggin' about two dozen bags of crap up here every week."

"are you stalking me, frank?"

"you think i can't hear you huffin' and puffin' through the door?"

"i don't huff and puff—"

"you were out here callin' your damn brandy melville bag a 'useless piece of shit' after it broke on you the other day—or was that someone else?"

"and you didn't think to come out and help? real gentlemanly— how did you even know it was a—"

"not my bag, not my problem, madonna. maybe you should start pickin' your battles a little more wisely; don't buy what you can't carry."

your bag of groceries thumped the back of his thighs as you huffed, turning your nose up at his words. "maybe you should stop judging people, castle."

"oh, yeah." he nodded, a sardonic smile forming on his face. "i'll become a priest while i'm at it, yeah?"

shrugging, you lifted your chin to look at him. "hey, father castle has a pretty nice ring to it."

"in your dreams, sweet cheeks," he muttered, dumping his share of the bags at your door. "you know, i better be gettin' cookies for this."

"oh, please—"

"soft-baked, with dark and milk chocolate chips," he continued, talking over you without apology. "if they aren't still warm when you hand 'em over, there'll be trouble."

"how about i throw in a tiara, too?" you asked. "since you wanna act like such a princess?"

the subtle raise of franks brows had you rolling your eyes before he could even respond. you may not have known him well, but you knew that look; pure, unfiltered smugness. the look of a man who was about to call your bluff and take way too much joy in doing it.

"deal," he said simply. "cookies and a tiara, at my door, tomorrow. you probably own a dozen of the things in that apartment of yours, right?"

"you're a bitch."

"who deserves a pretty little crown, don't ya think?"

pushing open your door, you gathered up your small ecosystem of bags and hauled them inside. "a bitch!"

one time, you asked him to dog sit for a few days. more out of desperation, than anything; your usual sitter had flaked on you, and you had a plane to catch.

frank, thankfully, had agreed without question, but the self-proclaimed "dog person" had looked nothing short of horrified when you presented him with your pomeranian, spooky. as unfortunate as it was for him, he dutifully accepted his fate—it was too late to back out—and you thanked him with the sweetest, most irritating smile you could muster.

three days later, after abandoning your suitcase in the hall, you knocked on frank's door to no answer. silence, and not the usual kind. this was hollow. vacant. he wasn't home.

so where the hell was he?

more importantly, where the hell was spooky?

your texts went unanswered, your phone calls went to voicemail and, for a good five minutes, you genuinely found yourself worrying that frank castle had done something to your precious dog. maybe he left poor spooky in a shoebox on the side of the road, or took him to a shelter, or—

princess castle: relax, madonna. princess castle: we're in the park.

you weren't sure what you were expecting to find when you made it to the quaint park just around the block from your building, but it certainly wasn't frank castle rolling around in the grass with your puppy.

spooky was licking his face like he was some kind of treat, pawing at his stubble as frank—honest to god—lay there laughing, telling him to "get off" and calling him "spooks" in this tone so warm it made you breathe a little funny.

the second he saw you staring, his smile vanished. and that only made you smile even harder.

but the second spooky saw you staring, he lit up. came bounding towards you and jumped up, paws digging into your jeans, as you crouched down to greet him.

"ohh, there's my boy. there's my spooky boy," you cooed, lifting him into your arms so he could nuzzle your face. "i missed you too, buddy, yes i did."

clearing his throat, frank stood up and dusted himself off, but the dirt stains covering his cargo pants refused to budge.

"one hell of a dog," he muttered. "almost took my fuckin' eye out."

"aww, and he should've. isn't that right, bud? yeah, you should've mauled him, shouldn't you?" after giving spooky a few more kisses, you looked up at frank with a smirk. "i don't know, you two seem to get on pretty well to me."

he scoffed, crossing his arms, but he didn't try to argue with you. instead, he pivoted. "what kind of a name is spooky, anyway?"

shrugging, you set spooky down and stood up. "i named him after some guy from some show."

"some guy from some show?" he repeated. "you gonna elaborate, or is this some kinda secret?"

"have you seen the x-files?"

"the detective show with the aliens?"

"yup," you said, smiling.

his lip curled in mild disgust. "...you named him after mulder, seriously?"

"careful there, princess. you're starting to sound jealous."

it wasn't long before you ran into him again. he was returning home, carrying with a rucksack that looked as though it was filled with bricks; you were heading out, carrying with a very restless spooky.

"hey spooks," he grunted as he walked past.

you clicked your tongue. "ouch."

"hey madonna," he added.

the sound of his keys rattling brought you to a halt in the hallway. you turned, slowly, trying to keep spooky from escaping your hold and announced, "we're going for a walk."

"uh huh."

he was opening his door now, your window closing by the second, so you stepped forward.

"wanna come with?"

frank glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, once, twice, before turning to you with a sceptical look. "you want me to walk your dog with you?"

"i think spooky would appreciate the company," you said, feigning indifference.

"sure he would." frank nodded, the motion slow and exaggerated, before huffing out a sigh. "jus' let me drop my shit off inside, and i'll be with ya."

"...cool." a smile hijacked your face before you could stop it, leaving you standing there cheesing like an idiot, but it didn't stop you from calling out after him:

"feel free to grab your tiara while you're at it, princess."

you were completely content and satisfied with him, up until you were saved by spider-man.

it was late at night when you and frank were taking a walk after getting dinner in staten island. your hands were clinging to his bicep as you walked side by side, head resting against his arm as he held your purse.

the group of masked men came out of nowhere. one moment you were hanging off your boyfriends arm, and the next you were both being pulled to each other and shoved up against a wall.

frank hadn’t brought any weapons as per your request for a normal night, and he was now being restrained by three men as another two cornered you. you called out for him in a fearful cry, only to be met with a shove against the wall.

frank fought against the men to no avail, but everyone’s attention was drawn to the masked man who had jumped down beside you all.

you watched in surprise as spider-man made quick work of the five men ganging up on you and your boyfriend, hanging them on the wall with webs.

peter reached for you by your shoulders, checking you over for injuries. your eyes widened in awe, but you both jumped when frank grumbled from behind. “get your hands off my girl, spider-man.” he snapped.

peter quickly let go of you and backed away, lifting his hands in the air. “no worries, man. i was just checking she’s okay.” he reassured, to which you nodded as you hugged frank.

“‘m okay, are you?” you asked him, holding him tighter than you were before. he nodded while keeping an eye on peter.

“i’m fine, sweetheart. we’re going home now.” frank

from that day on, yours and franks lives, and relationship, changed.

you had become almost obsessed with spider-man. him and frank had formed some sort of alliance, and every time you saw him at the house, you got shy and blushed like a school girl with a crush.

it wasn’t often you got to be with people your own age, and you had grown an attachment to him even despite the mask. frank watched you two interact with his arms crossed and a grumble, never joining in on your conversations.

you loved to gush about spider-man to frank whenever you could. cuddling up with frank in bed, resting your head on his chest while you told him about how smart spider-man was. frank knew there was nothing you wanted more than to know who he really was and what he looked like.

and one unexpected night, it happened. he revealed his identity to you while you sat outside looking at the stars from a building he had swung you both onto.

you learned who peter parker was, and you admittedly fell in love. he was pretty, and looked exactly how you’d imagined. he looked as kind as he acted.

you felt guilty that you’d fallen for him when you had frank, because at the end of the day, you would still trade everything to keep frank with you for the rest of your life.

and frank knew that. he knew how much you loved him, and he knew how you had fallen for peter. he knew how important it was for you to know someone the same age as you.

so frank completely surprised you one night when you were utterly blissed out, in between your legs and eating you out with an overwhelming pace while peter was in the next room. you were struggling to keep your moans and whines in from how overwhelmed you were feeling.

you immediately jumped up when frank spoke. “will i invite peter in? you’re being so loud, he can definitely hear you. is that what you want?” he asked you, hands gripping your shaking thighs tightly.

you were caught off guard by his comment. your face felt even hotter than it was before. “he- that’s- frank we can’t do that! i-“ you stuttered, becoming an absolute mess at the thought.

frank saw how your pussy clenched tightly at the thought of peter seeing you like this, and even getting to touch you. he licked a slow stripe up your pussy while humming. “tell me, darling. do you want him or not?”

“frankie, i want you. i love you. i- i don’t want you to think i don’t!” you told him desperately, pushing his head out from your thighs so that he could crawl up to you and meet your face.

he pushed some hair out of your face with one of his large hands. “i know, baby. i love you too. and it’s okay if you like peter. he’s a good kid, and he’s your age. you couldn’t really avoid it.” he mumbled before pressing a wet kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“i want to see how much you squirm from peter watching. do you want him to see how much of a good girl you are? how well you take my cock?” frank mumbled against your ear, making you moan at the thought.

“bring him in frank, please. i’ll be good.” you whined, kissing him hungrily.

it had taken a few minutes to settle into the new setting. you were used to only having frank, you’d never had a third person involved during sex before.

peter sat beside you with curious wide eyes. his cock was hard and weeping as he watched how frank lined himself up with your soaked hole. your head was resting against peter’s shoulder as you tried to hide yourself from them both. you were the only one fully undressed and you felt completely exposed.

frank lifted his head up to see both you and peter blushing like two teenagers. he bit back a laugh at the sight. “go ahead, kid. kiss her. show her that you want her.” frank nodded to peter, to which his head shot up at the suggestion.

he hesitated for a few moments, meeting your lust filled eyes with his eager ones. you leaned up first, meeting his lips with a tentative kiss. the second your mouth reached his, peter immediately moved to kiss you deeper.

you gasped against his mouth as he reached to grope at your tits, back lifting off the mattress as frank pushed his thick tip inside of your throbbing cunt.

peter pulled at his own length as he felt you tense up, practically licking into your open mouth as you moaned.

frank slowly pushed himself the whole way in, stopping to rub your clit when you pushed against his chest with your hands from how full you were feeling.

you dropped your head against the pillow as frank began to pull out and thrust back into your pussy, the arousal dripping onto the sheets. you met peter’s eyes with a hazy look, reaching out to lazily stroke his cock as he bit back his own whimpers.

you didn’t expect peter to be as subby as he was. you had expected someone who took what he wanted while taking full control, but he seemed to be the opposite.

“feel’s so good.” you whimpered, rolling your hips against frank’s cock as he fucked you in a way that made you forget where you were.

“she’s so pretty, isn’t she? so pretty and obedient.” frank addressed peter, smirking at how peter was looking at you like you were the most amazing sight to ever been seen.

peter nodded as a moan escaped from his throat, your hand squeezing his thick length without even realising. “she’s so beautiful.” he breathed out in awe, dipping back down to kiss you messily again.

it didn’t take long for you to be squeezing against frank’s dick, a stream of mumbled pleas leaving from your lips as your second orgasm quickly washed over you.

“pleasepleaseplease, i need it so bad, please-“ you begged frank, tears falling from your eyes from the overwhelming bliss.

before either peter or frank could say anything, you came all over his length, soaking your thighs as frank’s hips stuttered, the tight pull of your cunt pulling him over the edge with you.

the sight of frank’s release leaking out of your cunt when he pulled out was enough to make peter cum. your pussy was still clenching as you whined, squeezing the base of peter’s cock as he spurted all over your hand.

you almost immediately fell asleep. you nestled your head against peter’s chest, squeezing your thighs together as frank tried to clean you up. he pried your legs open, cooing softly as you whimpered from the overstimulation.

by the time he has finished, you were asleep against peter. he was still out of breath and processing what had just happened.

“hey, kid.” frank said to peter, catching his attention. “she likes you a lot, but she’s mine, okay? she’s my girl.” he said slowly, making sure peter heard what he said. “i appreciate what you did for us in staten island, you saved her when i couldn’t. but just remember your place here.”

peter nodded frantically, not wanting to cross any boundaries at all. he was grateful he got to have what he did from you.

jack looked at you in confusion. he couldn’t tell if you were being sarcastic or not. “a singular rose?”

“yes! it was so nice of him.” you confirmed, smiling brightly at him.

he looked at you like you were crazy. since when was a single flower such a thoughtful gift? roses weren’t even your favourite flower. you had mentioned a few months ago that tulips were your favourite and that you thought roses were overused as romantic gestures. had you forgotten about that whole conversation? because he certainly hadn’t.

he didn’t speak until you both reached the central station to look at the patient board. “where did he take you?” jack asked with skepticism in his voice.

you shifted and shook your head. “that doesn’t really matter, does it?” you laughed awkwardly, which jack didn’t find amusing.”

you sighed with a shrug. “he brought me to his apartment.”

jack scoffed and turned to face you fully. you couldn’t have been serious. “he brought you to his apartment for your first date? and you think he’s amazing?”

the disappointment in jack’s voice made you frown, the conversation had taken a turn you hadn’t expected. you thought jack would be happy for you, not this.

“can we just get back to work?” you mumbled before quickly hurrying away. jack silently followed after you with a grimace.

the next few weeks were filled with you begrudgingly telling jack about each thing this guy did for you and him being disappointed each time.

the one thing that made jack realise he had to act was when the guy told you he didn’t want to see you that night after your shift because you ‘were too much’.

jack had never been more furious in his life.

you had spent the rest of your shift quiet and keeping out of the way from everyone. your energetic mood had been missed by everyone around you, especially jack.

you slipped out to the locker room as seamlessly as you could, planning to go home and cry until you had to work again.

jack had noticed the way you left without bothering anyone. he made sure to get to you before you could leave without a word.

he found you pulling on your jacket with your hair down over your eyes. he knew you well enough to know you were hiding your tears.

“sweetheart? are you okay? you didn’t say goodbye.” jack approached you, leaning against the locker in front of you.

you nodded and met his eyes with a glance. “i’m fine. and tired.” you muttered, fixing your hair with a shaky sigh.

instead of pushing, he straightened up and nudged your arm. “wear something nice at 5 pm tomorrow.” he told you, walking back into the ER before you could question his request.

you had spent majority of the next day crying and feeling miserable. you had to drag yourself out of bed to get ready for whatever jack had planned.

you wore a dress and kitten heels. you didn’t feel like dressing up, but you didn’t want to be underdressed either way.

it took half an hour for jack to knock on the front door of your apartment. you answered the door while pulling your purse over your shoulder, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear in nervous anticipation.

the sight of jack in an expensive looking suit with his salt and pepper curls laying neatly atop his head made you freeze on the spot. he looked heavenly.

“u- uhm, hi.” you stuttered, looking him up and down.

jack smiled softly, reaching to take the door handle from you to allow you to stand properly. “hi to you too. you look beautiful.” he commented, closing the door behind you.

jack’s outfit made you think you were underdressed. you shifted uncomfortably in fear that you would look completely out of place.

he noticed your tense posture and immediately frowned. “what’s wrong?” jack asked you with concern, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

you shook your head at his concern. “i just don’t want to be underdressed or anything. i don’t even know where we’re going.” you told him, looking down at the floor as you spoke.

the tension immediately relieved from jack’s shoulders as he realised you weren’t uncomfortable being with him.

“you’re dressed perfectly. and even if you weren’t, your face makes the outfit.” he told you seriously, giving you a comforting smile.

the compliment was like none other you had received before. the only kind of compliments you’d ever gotten from guys were ’your tits look great in that shirt’ and ’you look incredibly sexy’.

you mirrored back the smile to jack, straightening up and feeling more confident now. “are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?”

jack huffed out a laugh. “still a surprise, sweetheart. wait and see.”

the walk to the restaurant felt light and normal just like you were in work. you both smiled and laughed so hard that your cheeks had started to hurt.

you didn’t realise how much you needed something like this, how much time you could have spent hanging out with friends was taken up by being in some guy’s apartment and wallowing afterwards.

when you both reached the restaurant felt light, you were confused when jack had stopped walking. you were in front of a very high end place that you had never been to before. you looked at jack in confusion.

“what are you doing? do you need a break?” you asked him, glancing down to his bad leg.

jack simply shook his head as he stayed in place. “you’re about to walk right past our reservation.”

you froze. there was no way he was about to bring you here, was there? you immediately began to deny it. “no, i am not going in there. it is way too expensive!”

“i’m an attending doctor, i’ll pay for it.” jack shrugged like it was obvious.

after ten minutes of back and forth, jack was holding the door open for you to walk in before him.

you were both greeted by a waitress in an expensive looking uniform who spoke to jack about the reservation before guiding you to an isolated table with a beautiful view.

jack tutted as you reached for your own chair. he pulled it out for you, pushing you in to the table carefully when you were sat. he helped you guide your jacket off of your arms and draped it over the chair behind you neatly.

that gesture alone was more than you’d ever received on a date.

the next few hours spent eating was the most fun you’d had in months. jack was even more charming outside of work, which you already knew, but it felt different considering the setting you were in.

jack listened to you speak without interruption with pure interest on his face, asking genuine questions when you told him about your hobbies and interests.

by the end of the night, you were giggling and slightly tipsy while jack walked you home. he noticed you were shivering as you talked and shrugged off his jacket to slip it onto you without hesitation.

when you approached your door, you realised that was the best date you had ever been on in your life. jack had done so many little things for you that you wouldn’t have even considered to ask a man to do for you, but they had all meant the world to you.

“i, uhm.. i had an amazing night. thank you, jack.” you thanked him softly as you searched through your purse for your keys.

“of course, sweetheart. i’ll see you when you come back to work, okay?” he said lowly.

you nodded and reached up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. “thank you again. i had so much fun.” you whispered before turning and entering your apartment, waving to jack as you closed the door.

by the time you realised you were still wearing jack’s jacket, he was gone. you sighed and searched through the pockets to make sure he hadn’t left anything important, but you found a folded sticky note instead.

your curiosity got the better of you and you opened it, reading it and quickly realising you were supposed to find it.

in jack’s neat handwriting it read, ’you deserve the world, never settle for anything less. you are perfect as you.’