⤷ in which.. frank has the same routine; eat, sleep and kick ass. he doesn’t have the time or emotional availability for a relationship. that is, until he meets you; peter parkers older ‘sister.’
SYNOPSIS: ever since the spell casted to make everyone forget peter parker, you were the only person to remember him. keeping peters biggest secret meant becoming part of a world you never asked for; one filled with constant injuries, unavoidable dangers, and difficult choices, but when peter sends frank castle to your apartment with nothing more than a forgotten backpack, neither of you expect it to be the first of many visits—or the beginning of the one routine frank never saw coming.
TAGS/WARNINGS: slow burn, eventual smut, slight angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, age gap (reader is 25, frank is 38), strangers to lovers, mutual pining, eventual romance, trauma, ptsd, kissing, post bnd, reader is peter parkers childhood friend, slightly aged up peter parker, etc
WC: TBD
[ veena’s notes . >< ] i saw the bnd movie recently and immediately thought to write about frank. im so excited to start writing again, comment if you wanna be in the taglist and dm or request any ideas you have, my requests are always open!! enjoyyy
it was about nine p.m. when peter called frank, upside down on a building with his mask halfway on. perer forgot to bring your bag from the last time you stayed at his place… two weeks ago. youve been bugging him about the bag as of late but he hasn’t been available so he asked frank to do it.
ring…. ring…. ring…. “what, kid.” the older mans gruff voice crackled through the phone.
“frank, can you—”
“no.”
“i didn’t even get to say it yet!”
“since when do i do favors for you?”
“dude, i literally saved your life!”
“no you didnt.”
“frank, please.”
frank groans on the other line, probably running a hand through his hair. “fine, kid.” he hangs up. peter calls him back. “frank.” he says flatly.
“what.”
“i didnt tell you the favor yet.”
“hurry up.” frank grumbled.
“can you drop off a backpack for me? i’ll send you the address.”
“‘kay”
.
.
.
a sudden knock startled you awake. you were supposed to be altering a formula for peter but you dozed off on accident. stretching, you look to the small white analog clock on your desk. the time blinking 10:30 p.m. at you. a look confusion takes over your tired face.
who would be knocking on your door at this hour?
another sharp knock sounds from your front door, you hastily get up from your desk and rush to the front door. without looking through the peephole, you unlock and open the door. you did NOT expect to see a tall, handsome and well built man at your door holding… your backpack? well, to be fair you didn’t know what to expect but damn. you couldn’t help but stare at him. he’s so handsome. he’s tall, broad shouldered with rough stubble that lined his jaw. his eyes make him even more attractive, tired yet still alert. something in the way he looked at you made the room feel ten times hotter.
it took you a few moments to realize your gaze lingered for a bit longer than you intended and with that you looked away immediately. you look down from his face and notice something in his hand. your backpack!
“oh, peter sent you?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. the older man holds your bag out to you with a curt nod. “mhm.” you take the bag, fingers brushing his wrist gently. the contact sent a spark through you and you flinch slightly. frank crosses his arms across his chest. “wus’ ya name?” he asks simply. you give him your name, a soft murmur aided by a small smile. he doesn’t say anything. you look up at him, meeting his eyes once again. “whats your name?”
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SYNOPSIS: after his long tour for CRG, all oakley wants to do is be with his favorite person, you. you rarely get to see this side of him, so you make the most of it.
TAGS/WARNINGS: established relationship, fluff, cuddling, kissing, making out, hickeys, brief groping (but not too much), clingy!central cee, etc
WC: 481
"baaaabe." oakley called out for you. you were currently taking off your makeup in the bathroom when your boyfriend comes up behind you and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, kissing that area gently. "yes oak?" you giggled as you feel him leaving love bites on your neck. "i wanna cuddleeeee." he whined. your face heats up once his tattoed arms snake around your waist, giving you butterflies.
"give me a minute, baby. i promise." you said, rushing to wash your face and dry it. oakley did not move one bit which made you smile. "im done, baby." before you even knew it, you were swept off your feet and into oakleys arms. he wasted no time in tossing you onto the bed and getting in next to you, desperate to have his arms around you.
"oak, s'ok im not going anywhere." you giggle as you feel your boyfriend bury his head in the juncture of your neck, inhaling your pleasant scent. "i know babe but i cant help it." he mumbles into your neck, his words slightly muffled.
“i want you, y’know?" oakley said as he pressed his lips against yours gently. your face flushed, kissing him back. "i want you too, oak." you grinned, playing with his hair and twirling your fingers in his curly locks. oakley reciprocated your actions and begins to lazily play with your hair whilst placing slow and soft kisses on your lips, savouring you.
you kissed back with the same amount of slowness and gentleness only to be met with oakleys change of pace. the pace flowed into a quick one, but not too quick, just right. as you adjust to the new pace you cup oakleys face gently. he grips your waist, as if this was the last time he'd hold you. you gasped as you felt his tongue enter your mouth, massaging your interior hungrily. oakleys hand reaches up to your tits and kneads one of them. your teeth clash against sloppily his as the kiss escalates further. the room feels hot and stuffy.
"love.." oakley trails off as he pulls back from the kiss. a string of saliva connecting you both. your face flushes at the sight of him in front of you. he already looks so fucked out from only kissing. you lean in to kiss him once more, this time more gentle and sensual compared to the heated session seconds ago.
after exchanging a bit more kisses and pecks oakley pulls away, your limbs and his intertwined. "i love you so much." he said softly. "i love you too, oak." you hear small snores from your chest where oakley had laid his head, his breath falling into rhythm with your heartbeat. after admiring your sleeping boyfriend, you feel your eyelids begin to shut and you're lulled into a deep sleep, a faint smile on your face.
