Hi everyone, my name is Manuela, but for my friends Manu, I'm a bisexual girl, I love reading, I love tattoos, I love art, I love cinema, music, my favorite crushes are Pedro Pascal, Jon Bernthal.
🐻 Today the final season of The Bear comes out. This is my tribute to Michael and to Jon Bernthal for portraying so beautiful this tragic character. While I've always had some mixed feelings about The Bear overall, Gary has become one of my favorite episodes of all time.
For context: Jon told this story in a previously unreleased real ones episode from 2023 about his math tutoring session, the same story that Richie was telling in the bear special episode ‘Gary’ that Jon co-wrote with Ebon Moss-Bachrach.
to love me is to suffer me — frank castle x reader
summary: frank’s nightmares intensify around the anniversary of maria and the kids’ deaths. you try to bring him some comfort.
contains: sad frank, comforting gf!!!!, mentions of death and grief
the clock read 2:34 am.
this was the third night in a row that you had woken up far before yours or frank’s alarms to him tossing and turning in his sleep.
moonlight poured in through the bedroom window, allowing you to see the sheen of sweat across frank’s forehead down to his chest. his breathing was fast and frantic — it was another nightmare.
it was early april, and frank had been having these nightmares for nearly two weeks. you knew why this was happening. it was the anniversary of maria and the kids’ deaths. april 4th, 2015. today marked 11 years since frank’s whole world was torn apart in minutes.
he had told you early in your relationship that if he was having one of these dreams, you could wake him. he didn’t keep a gun under his pillow anymore, not since you moved in with him. he now kept it in his bedside table, meaning if you were to wake him, he wouldn’t have immediate access to a weapon.
as you were contemplating shaking your boyfriend awake, you heard a gasp beside you and saw frank shoot up in fear.
“it’s okay, baby. it was just a nightmare. you’re safe. you’re here with me,” you whispered softly, reaching out to hold his hand. tears were falling down his cheeks silently as he looked around the room.
“damn it!” frank grunted and grabbed the framed picture of maria and the kids from his bedside table, throwing it across the room. the wooden frame hit your dresser and the sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the bedroom. frank ran his hands through his damp hair in anger or frustration, or maybe even sadness — you couldn’t tell right now.
“frank, you can talk to me. it’s okay.” you scooted in closer to him and rested your head on his bare shoulder in an attempt to ground him and bring him back to reality. you heard faint sobs from the man beside you as he stared at the broken frame of his wife and kids frozen in time, sitting on a park bench on a sunny day. he had told you that maria sent him the photo right before he came home from his final deployment, just weeks before her murder.
frank’s wet cheeks settled in the crook of your neck as your arms wrapped around him. “they were right there. i was so close…. god, they were right there and i couldn’t save them.” frank’s muffled voice rang in your ears for the third time this week.
“you know something, frank?” you mumbled into his hair before pressing a light kiss to the top of his head. “i think lisa and frankie are always with you. maria, too. my mom always used to tell me that when you saw a butterfly appear, a loved one is near, and the other day when we were outside of the coffee shop, i saw three butterflies sitting on the table next to us.” you quietly explained to frank.
his breathing had slowed by now, but you could still feel the hot tears rolling down his cheeks. even though it had been over a decade since they passed, frank mourned his family like they were taken from him yesterday.
suddenly, his raspy voice cut through the silence of the room. “i bought flowers yesterday. took ‘em to maria’s grave. i saw a yellow butterfly sitting on- on lisa’s grave. my babygirl. she was there. i know she was.” you felt frank shake his head as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“yeah, frankie. i think she was there with you. she always will be,” you whispered to him, reassuring him again.
“can we go visit them today?” frank asked, his voice weak and crackling.
“yeah, baby. we can go see ‘em today. maybe we’ll go get one of those pastries you said lisa used to love and bring it to her.”
Jon was walking down the red carpet of a new movie he was in. As the principal role, Jon was the last actor to walk in, nevertheless, the most wanted one. Indeed, the photographers and interviewers were getting more and more impatient. Typical of the Hollywood sphere, when Jon was seen, everyone started shouting his name. If it was a room full of grown up adults, rapidly it became a zoo.
But you, you weren't screaming, you weren't agitating ourselves like a monkey in order to have Jon's sight in the picture. None of that. Even if it's been two years that you are interviewing on the red carpets, you never truly understood how people could react like that. Like actors weren't humans, weren't full of emotions, weren't always able to put on a smile. This empathy of you was a detail that Jon saw in you.
It's now the fourth time you're assisting at a Jon's premiers. Those four months were full of movies and tv shows he's been in, and you didn't miss one. You were always there, patiently waiting for him to come to you in order to have a good interview. And today was the same pattern. As soon as Jon stepped on the photo placement, everyone was shouted even more. The flashlights were making it difficult for Jon to see clearly what was happening. But all the screams were guiding him.
Once the picture time was over, he reenforces his smiling mask, and walks towards the interview segment. All the interviewers started to push each other. To push you. But you managed to stay on your feet and keep your place in the first line. Jon was only two person away from you ; you could already see he's glam. He was wearing a beautiful and very masculine costume. It was embracing perfectly his muscular body. You could clearly see he was maintaining his appearance very strictly. And even if it was the fourth time seeing him that close, he's strong presence and body was always making you blush inside. He was a very charismatic man. And everyone knew it.
"How is it to be fantasized by so many women? " Ask, weirdly, an old man in his sixties.
"Ah you know...we love the fan girls, but I'm not here for this-" Jon answered with his best smile. Even though he wasn't feeling comfortable with the man.
"Yeah yeah, but you're going to tell me you never had the idea to-" Cut him the old man without really listening.
"Oh okay! I think I have to move to the next one" Jon cut him, looking at his manager behind him. He just needed to look at her and she will directly help him.
Jon was now at one person away from you. Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he sees a familiar face. He sees you. At the same time of answering, he couldn't look away from you. He was weirdly attracted to you. Like a bee and a flower. But he quickly opted to little glances when you hold his gaze for a second. During those few seconds, it was like meeting back an old friend. Or more like an old crush. You smiled at him just before he looked away, and this small interaction makes your cheeks blush slightly.
As you were reading your questions once more, the crowd behind started to scream louder and become more aggressive. At this moment you wish you had a body guard too. You were pushed and touched more and more violently.
"Can you, please, calm do-" You say in the hope to calm others. But unexpectedly, a man pushed you so hard that you didn't even have time to finish your sentence and was shoved forward.
"Argh!! " You screamed as a reflex of falling on your equipment.
Within a second, Jon's hand gripped your right hip. At first you didn't realize what happened ; you weren't on the solid ground, but your face was still touching something somehow hard.
"Calm the Fuck down! You're not som' kind of animal!! " Jon shouted.
Hearing his voice, you lift your face and your sight falls on Jon, looking at you.
"Y'with me, sweetheart? " he asked as his eyes analysed your expression.
"Yeah... everything is fine." You answered as you were slowly distancing yourself from him.
But as you finish your sentence, your nose starts bleeding. John's gaze immediately changed and is smiley face mask changed for something more angry and préoccupations.
"Eleonora, go check her." Jon says, gently moving you towards her manager.
As is hand leaving your hip, you're guided through a corridor behind the red carpet space. For a second you watch behind your back, to see the situation, and see John making a sign to the security guards. Also watching behind his back for a second, John made your eyes and gave you a little wink.
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After a good 30 minutes, you were sitting in John's private space. The doctor came for a quick check and declared a headache and bruise because of the hit.
Now that you were alone, the room had a weird vibe. It wasn't your space and the fact that you were alone in someone else's room didn't make you comfortable at all. Until the door opens.
"It's me. How are'ya ? " Jon asked, coming to sit on the sofa in front of you.
"Only superficial. Thanks for the rescue Bernthal."
"Nah call me Jon please"
His manspreading was making your knees touching each other. This contact brings back the blush of your face.
The two of you were looking into the eyes of the other. Neither you nor Jon could stop this tight link that was pulling you two. The atmosphere suddenly changed and the alchemy became something more electrified, more appealing. Everyone who could enter the room could probably read the sexual tension between you two. A tension that started to shape into a craving. A physical want that none of you two could repress. Not now that Jon is in front of you. Not now that your body is touching Jon's. Not now that you're alone in a private room.
"You're different from the other...A light in the darkness." Jon says, with a deep voice that resonates in you.
His compliment makes you blush and light a fire in your belly.
"And yet it's the first time we're talking off work." You answered, playful, bending back at him.
Jon slowly gets closer to you and puts his hand on your cheek. His desire grows even more, at a point that his marvelous black pant starts to feel tight. Too tight. But he's waiting. He's waiting for you to give the signal, the approval.
His gaze full of urge and yearning make you forget about all the repercussions that could be. You decide to follow this burning desire in you and lift yourself to kiss him. The kiss escalates as an intense fusion between your lips. Jon intensifies the touch with his tongue. Within a second you calibrate yourself on his rhythm and abandon yourself to a passionate and greedy kiss.
Out of breath you put a hand on Jon's abs and push him a bit.
"No regrets, No judgement? " You mumbled, hesitating.
"I wouldn't dare sweetheart~ " Jon answered, with a husky voice.
His answer makes you smile. At that, Jon suddenly grabs your hips with his big hands, and brings you on his lap. This action of his, that was screaming a sexual craving, make you chuckle.
"Having fun as I see, Uh" Jon tenderously says, kissing your neck.
A hand behind it and a kiss in front, this combo was making you tingle. As your breath started to be ragged, Jon adventures his kisses lower. Kissing every part of your body, when you arrive at your chest Jon slightly puts a hand behind your shirt and detaches your bra. If his desire was clearly visible through his pants, yours was now as visible. The satin tissue of your top where now in contact and embracing the form of your tits as your bra fell off.
"Says the one who can barely hold it in" You say, in reference to his previous remark, with a playful tone.
As you finish your sentence, you start moving your hips forward and backward. This unpredictable action of yours put Jon in distress. Clearly in difficulty.
Jon rocked his head backward, and exhaled loudly, as his hands are tightly grip on your hips.
"Ah-Dam! Fuck sweety~~" Jon moan.
"Want me to stop, maybe" You say with difficulty.
"Don't'ven fuckin'dare" Jon answered before starting kissing your nipples.
Still moving your hips, the excitement of Jon started to hit you back. The kisses on your breast, mixed with the pressure of your vagina on his hard manhood, was making you even more aroused.
"Ah-Uhm...shit..." You start to moan.
"You good? "
"Haven't been better" You manage to articulate.
As your hips started to move even faster, you were holding back as much as possible your moans. Abruptly a loud noise comes from the walls. By reflex you stop moving and cut the rise of pleasure. The noise was a mix of voices and music, which means it was the movie. Nobody could hear anything else. And you two knew exactly what it meant.
Suddenly, Jon pulls you up and gets up. Holding you in a seating position, with your legs around his waist, he's heading to the desk in front of the mirror. Wildly, he lays you on the cabinet and starts taking off his shirt. His movements were fast and messy, but something was eye-catching about it. He couldn't hold back anymore his horniness, and it was only a pleasure for you. Seeing Jon like this, out of the conventional rules, out of his actor mask, it was a pure pleasure for you.
Following him, you take off your dark red skirt and let it slide, with your pantie, your legs. Jon takes it and throws it off in the room. For a minute you look at each other, yearning, full of desire. Jon admires you at the same time ; he take a minute to acknowledge and memorize your beauty. Being observed like this, with a gaze full of lust and admiration was making you agitated.
"Please tell me you have protections" You say, lower, grabbing his belt and bringing him closer.
Jon was now only a centimeter from you. You could feel his hot breath as well as the hardy root of his manhood.
"Let me see...Oh we're lucky~ " Jon answered, playful, with a luxurious gaze.
Going into another intense and fire up kiss, Jon starts running his finger on your legs. Your whole body is on fire, but the hunger is satisfied when he's diving his finger into you. This time you're the one rocking your head backward and exhaled loudly.
One finger.
Unnf. Mmm-
Rolling and pressing.
Two fingers.
Ahn... Mngh-
Moving together and pressing against you G point.
AHN-mn...mngh...
Your moans were louder and the perfect expression of the delectable sensation that was invading you. Your mind started to shift as the pleasure almost arrived at its apogee. But suddenly, Jon pulled out his fingers and cut short the exquisite excitement you had.
"Jon~~" You mumble, lamentably.
"Don't worry Sweetheart, only the time I'm ready." Jon says, horny, putting the condom.
"Come here baby' " He says, with a deep voice.
Jon vigorously grabs your hips and brings you on the edge of the desk. Just enough for you to only have the butt seated. Jon's breath became even more deep and control ; you could see that he couldn't hold it in.
"clenching your thighs." Jon expressed, as he was inserting himself.
The word landed weird and you both knew it. Jon stares at you for a second, make sure you're okay, and when you nudge, at the same time of moaning, Jon starts to move. He was pushing in and out his manhood severely, but perfectly, in you. The pleasure that was burning you is now consuming you. Which makes it difficult for you to think straight. The fusion of the two of you gave the results of a delirium pleasure.
The two of you were moaning and mumbling. His dick was big and fulling tou entirely. Every part of your vagina. Your clitoris was stimulated at its best, making you soaked like crazy.
"Shit-Nghhh.... hmmm"
A low, guttural moan escaped Jon's lips. His masses were pulsing even more because of the excitement. He started to kiss you brutally everywhere as he was rocking his hips even deeper in you.
"Ughhhh*
"Nghhhhhhhh"
The two of you were now moving in an excessive effort, trying to get even more from the other. The movement was brutal and fast. A bit messy. But it was everything you wanted and needed right now.
"Ahh-Mhhn"
"Mmm-Ngh"
Feeling the climax arriving, you hug Jon and glue yourself to him. Jon immediately does the same and you two came simultaneously. An intense and euphoric sensation crosses both of you.
Jon, head on your shoulder, you, benching on his body are staying in this calming and dazzling heaven. Everything is quiet and peaceful. After a few minutes, hugging each other, Jon lifted his head and looked at you, pushing your hair from you sweety face, he says:
"No fuckin' way I let you go like nothin' happened."
"I was thinking the same..." You answered, smiling ironically at him.
At that, you two dresses up and Jon calls a taxi to bring you to his hotel, washing you, take care of you...have a proper date.
Hi! I've been in my Frank Castle phase for a week and a half—can I do a moodboard request ? Frank x Reader - Shower Sex. If it's okay for you. If not, we can go soft with Frank x Reader - Training Together. Thanks <3
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