Warnings:Language.Smut. Smoking Weed. Typical stuff from me.
A/N: After my last fic of Frank, I’m taking it a bit softer with the emotions. This is a part of a loosely connected compilation of one-shots called Outside the Lines. No need to read other installments before this.
Never did Frank think he’d feel this again. The very notion was shoveled with dirt years ago. It can’t happen, therefore it shouldn’t. Emotions he’s shoved down are fighting for dear life, clawing to the surface.
It starts innocently. Doesn’t it always? Innocuous until time has proven it deadly. Until it’s too late.
He knows your coffee order. You like the swanky stuff and he grabs you an iced whatever when he knows he’s fucked up royally. Think of it as an olive branch because he’s not good with verbal apologies. He’s always harsher than he intends to be. The yuppies make him uncomfortable as he orders it, but he does it for you. He wonders how he’s involved with a hipster.
You accept the coffee and let him eat you out on your dining room table until you’re crying. The drink gets knocked over in the process. He even cleans it for you when he’s done.
Fuck man, you are such a talented storyteller. I wish I had more words, but I also smoked some space weed, and there aren’t enough to accurately express how god damn insanely beautiful your writing is. I love it here Thank you ❤
It brings a tear to my eye knowing there are people who relate to smoking the intergalactic zaza and wanting to fuck Frank Castle.
premise: no matter how many times the two of you do this, how many times you tear each other down and build each other back up, your heart still aches for him.
pairing: marc spector x (f)reader
word count: 4.2k
warnings: steven is present/implied, dark undertones, toxic relationship, volatile arguments, breaking things, anger issues, unprotected rough sex, biting, scratching, hair pulling, pain kink, blood and wound mention, smoking and drinking, pov change at the end. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.
etc: please take the ‘toxic relationship’ warning seriously besties lmao. i’ve officially entered my unhinged thirst era, marc owns my coochie and steven owns my heart, end of discussion.
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The thumping of your heart has yet to subside; the organ jack hammering inside of your chest cavity like a caged animal trying to escape, your rib cage feeling bruised from the deep thudding. The adrenaline in your body doing the opposite, settling itself the more you puff on the cigarette between your fingers, the more the hot breeze coming through the curtains hits your already flaming flesh as you sit in front of the window on one of the flimsy hotel chairs.
