18+ only | 30's, she/her reqs closed atm but don’t be shy you can still say hi! <3 mostly write for Frank Castle, sprinkled with a bit of Jack Abbot and Pope Cody not a super fast writer
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‼️themes/tropes I don’t write: big age-gaps/age-play (I try to not write age into my fics in general), non-con (I do write cnc), necro and any of the 'cests'
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If you enjoyed any of these - reblogs/comments/likes are always appreciated 💗
Frank Castle
Jack Abbot
Andrew "Pope" Cody
drabbles of all 3
doing the "i can't pay the mortgage this month trend" on them
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hi mooties cutie pie sister wife <3 love your fics so much, and you're funny too hahahaha. can i ask what your name is, or do you go by any nickname? i like to get to know my friends <3 have a great one. keep writing, i'll be eating them all up
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eeep thank you so much!!! and i LOVE yours!!!! cant wait to read more and I also saw that you're a dean winchester girly AHHH i screamed bc the way that man was my first love !!!
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Good morning, I’m thinking about how Frank Castle would react when you ragebait him.
Imagine it’s late at night. You’re having one of those playful debates while curled up with each other, your cheek against his chest, his arm wrapped around you, absentmindedly tracing slow circles against your back.
You don’t even remember how it started, that’s how unserious the conversation is. So why is he still talking, proving his point or whatever? Your man is supposed to let you win!
“No, baby. You ain’t listenin. Lemme ask you–”
To Frank’s bewilderment, you hold a hand in front of his face, stopping him from whatever he’s gonna say. Truth be told, you’d already turned your ears off after the tenth “lemme tell you sumthin.”
“Talk to the hand,” you say.
Dumbfounded, Frank stares at your palm for a good five seconds, then tilts his head to catch your eyes. It’s where his gaze always ends up anyway.
His fingers, oh, they’re still running along your back as he wonders where the hell you got the audacity from. He can’t help it. You’re so soft beneath his touch, grounding him even when you’re being the biggest hardhead in the world.
“What’d you say?” he asks.
You stubbornly move your hand to his face again, lips twitching as you fight the smile threatening to break through. He doesn’t need to know you’ve exhausted your points, and there’s no way out but through.
“I said,” your voice goes up a pitch. “Talk to the hand.”
“Wanna try that again, pretty girl?”
“Talk. To. The–”
He cuts you off by grabbing your wrist, and suddenly you’re half-sprawled out on him. You try to wiggle away, but your laughter bubbles out, completely ruining your best effort to commit to the bit. “Frank!”
His lips curve into a small smirk that you absolutely love any other day, but not right now because it’s saying Gotcha.
Then, he presses a kiss to the center of the very palm that’s been shoved in his face, never breaking eye contact. Oh, he’s playing dirty, like eleven-olives-in-a-martini dirty, and the worst part is that it’s working.
You chew the inside of your cheek, heat creeping up your face as you instinctively scoot closer to him. The annoying act is already gone with the wind, along with your reasons and excuses.
Frank turns your hand over and rests it against his chest so you can feel the steady beat of his heart through the cotton. His voice drops into that familiar gravel, coaxing you so sweetly that you almost surrender.
Or so you think, because he opens his mouth again.