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Starting with breakfastâŠ
Breakfast IS the most important meal of the day.
Leverage 2x13 - "The Future Job"
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Leverage 2x1 - "The Beantown Bailot Job"
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Leverage 2x15 - "The Maltese Falcon Job"
"The crop report is wrong."
Leverage S04E08 The Boiler Room Job.
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Just rewatched this episode đ
'somebody kiss this man so i don't have to' ykw what we call that in this house. we call those some famous last f*cking words, Eliot Spencer sir
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"I can never get enough of your taste." sounds like something Frank Castle would say
He moans against your inner thigh, his breath ghosting against your over sensitive cunt and sending a pulse of ecstasy rushing through you. Your hand gripped his hair, tugging at the roots as he pressed a butterfly kiss to your clit. You clenched around his finger, whispering his name as he sucked gently.
"Fuck, I could spent the whole day in bed with my tongue on this pussy."
"Good. Fucking. Girl" punctuated with deep thrusts idk
I can completely imagine this as he's been away a while, needs a release so he comes back to you. He's feral that night, marking you up, biting, kissing, caressing until he has you on the edge. He warns you not to come, not until he says so, and you try so fucking hard.
"Good. Fucking. Girl" He mutters, punctuated with deep thrusts because he knows he makes it hard on you and you deserve the fucking world.
"Come for me angel." He whispers, dipping his head low, his lips brushing over yours. "Come on baby, give it to me."
Saint Michael - Frank Castle x Reader
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Itâs a few days before Christmas that Frank realises the silver pendent around your throat is missing. In all the years heâs known you, he has never seen you without it. Itâs an engraving of St Michael, the patron saint of police. He knows the history attached to it. Your father had given it to you upon your graduation from the academy. It had been his up until heâd retired, and youâd taken over the mantle.
Well, I figured I'd mosey on in and get me some Frank Castle with his delicious self. May I request...
"Come here....Hey! I said come. Here."
Thank youuuuuuu!!!!
Frank demanded, jabbing his finger at the spot on the ground in front of him.
You shake your head as you sit on the wall outside of the convenience store, clasping a strawberry flavoured slushie to the side of your face.
"Fuck you Castle." You snarl, wincing at the pain that erupts through the side of your face. He gives you a look and you give him one right back.
He growls before he moves towards you with the grace of a fucking cat. He's too big to move like that. Too broad but somehow he manages it. He's quick, too quick, before you know it he's already in front of you, grasping your chin and tipping it towards so he can examine your injuries. His hand encloses on your wrist drawing the slushie away from your face.
His fingertips are surprisingly gentle, warmth blossoms across your skin as he leans in close, his dark fathomless eyes staring into yours. He smells like cordite, you can taste it on your tongue as guides the slushie back to your face.
"Tell me." He requests, his voice as sharp as an assassins blade. "Tell me the name of the fucker who put his hands on my girl."
*fanning self* I did not need this imagery.đ
@darqchilddaydreamz grabbing your chin to make sure you look at him in the eyes
Angel - Frank Castle x Reader (NSFW)
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You were an angel.
His beautiful, deviant angel.
With a heart of gold and a body made for sin.
Frankâs hands combed through your hair, kissing you into submission as he pinned you to the bed. His large hand enclosed over your wrists, restraining them above your head as he sank into you all over again, holding you at the very precipice of pleasure. You whimpered into his mouth, your skin flushing as he took you apart piece by piece. His free hand comes to rest on your throat, his fingertips gently squeezing, heightening the excitement.
He lets you come this time; his eyes fixed on your face as his thumb sweeps over your lips, tracing the shape. Frank wrings the pleasure from you, his name on your lips like a plea as he buried himself right to the hilt. Fuck he loved how you clenched around him, your pussy taking him even deeper as your hips arched off the bed, pressing against his.
âYou can do it again angel, canât you?â he whispers against the corner of your mouth as he fucks you into you again. âYou can give me another.â
He looks at you with that smirk because he knows your powerless under his touch, that you need him as much as he needs you. Frank is the only man who has ever known how to take care of you, whose ever been able to give you what you crave.
âCome on angel, say it for me.â He murmurs against your skin as he moves in long slow thrusts, building you up all over again. âI need to hear you say it.â
âFuck Frank, you know youâre the only one.â You tell him, your breath hitching as he hits that spot, the one that drives you absolutely wild. You keen for him, and those words combined with that sensuous little noise ruins him. Something inside of him snaps. He fucks you with abandonment, with a passion and ferociousness that steals away your breath, this is Frank at his best, unrestrained and wanton. You can feel the climax coming, a rush of heat, an explosion of ecstasy as Frank clasps your jaw and guides your gaze back to his.
âThatâs it angel.â He whispers. âLet me see you fly.â
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Oh man! You gotta warn a girl first! Wow! I loved how intimate and raw this was. Iâve been neglecting Frank for too long. Thank you for this.
@blackleatherjacketz it was my first time writing him and I am surprised by how well it turned out. Intimate and raw are the two words that I feel like describe him completely.
can i request prompt #30: You don't have to run, I know what you've been through with frank castle please? <3
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Itâs a few months after the night Lou Beretti sent three men to your home that Frank drops by to check in. You havenât seen or heard from him since a bouquet of brightly coloured daisies arrived in your hospital room with the message âRest Easy, -Fâ.
You know itâs him when you hear the light rap of knuckles against the window in the living room. Heâs the only one that would dare climb the rusted fire escape. The profile of his face is highlighted by the glow from the streetlamp outside as you unlock the window. He moves with the grace of a large feline, slinking through the gap.
Heâs been on patrol tonight, taken a few dings. Thereâs a cut above his left eyebrow thatâs leaking blood down the side of his face.
âWanted to check in.â He says gruffly as he sits down at your kitchen table. He watches as you remove the medi-kit from under your sink before setting it down. âThe arm's looking good, any stiffness?â
Theyâd broken your left arm that night, a spiral fracture. He knows you rehabbed after; heâs kept an eye on you, he couldnât help himself. What had happened that night had terrified him; he just couldnât bring himself to admit it. Itâs why heâs stayed away for so long. You make him feel something he hasnât felt in years, and it scares him.
âIt aches when it rains.â You tell him as you lean in close, your attention focused on cleaning up the wound above his eyebrow. âWhich feels like itâs all the fucking time since we live in New York.â
He smiles at that, itâs a gravelly chuckle that surprises him. He hasnât laughed since before Beretti, since the morning youâd shared breakfast in the diner down the block.
Itâs when you finish up with the butterfly stitches that it happens. He finds himself looking into your eyes as your fingertips grace his cheek.
âI never said thank you.â You say softly, your forehead coming to rest upon his.
âYou donât ever have to thank me.â He tells you, his voice a little rough as his nose trails down the length of yours.
A world without you frightens him, itâs lonely and barren. You were the first person he connected with after what happened to his family, his first step back to humanity and he cherishes that, he cherishes you.
He doesnât intend to kiss you, but he has that feeling in his chest, the one he always gets when heâs around you. His lips brush over yours, tender and soft and he gets that rush, itâs like a drug flooding through his system as his thumb chases along the line of your jaw.
This moment, itâs everything to him. Itâs the sunshine blessing his skin after a thousand months of rain, the first blush of warmth after a harsh winter. His breathing is ragged when he draws away, his palm coming to rest on the nape of your neck.
Youâre the first woman heâs kissed since Maria, and he feels overwrought and overwhelmed. He thinks you must see it in his eyes because you give him that sad smile of yours.
âItâs too much for you isnât it?â You say quietly and he clears his throat and looks away.
âOk.â You say as you pull away and he knows that this is your way of protecting yourself. He forgets itâs not just him putting himself out there, itâs you too. Heâs not the only one thatâs been burned by the world, scarred by it.
His hand cups your chin, guiding your gaze up to meet his and he sees a future in those eyes, the rest of his life stretching ahead of him if he wants it.
âSlow.â He says, his voice raw with emotion. âI need to take it slow.â
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Bucky Barnes AU - Lucky
    -  It took a long time for Bucky to come to terms with touching you and being touched in return. That day in the marketplace when he had grasped your hand had been the start of something new and exciting. You were patient and soothing, allowing Bucky to guide the terms of your relationship. You knew he was fragile, that the slightest exertion of pressure could break the confidence he was slowly rebuilding after his ordeals overseas and you would do anything to prevent that from happening.
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