Tina

The awkward kid in the back of the classroom that always wears black and listens to music | 24

[my-salinger-days-deactivated202]

Starting with breakfast…

[72eli]

Breakfast IS the most important meal of the day.

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Leverage 2x13 - "The Future Job"

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Leverage 2x12 - "The Zanzibar Marketplace Job"

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Leverage 2x1 - "The Beantown Bailot Job"

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Leverage 2x15 - "The Maltese Falcon Job"

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Leverage 2x15 - "The Maltese Falcon Job"

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

"The crop report is wrong."

Leverage S04E08 The Boiler Room Job.

[juiceortiz]

I'm a Puerto Rican from Queens. I speak better Yiddish!

[tinasmilesx]

Just rewatched this episode 😂

[theinfinitedivides]

'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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like and reblog if you compulsively like posts before you reblog

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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."

[hersheher]

"Good. Fucking. Girl" punctuated with deep thrusts idk

[bullet-prooflove]

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."

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Saint Michael - Frank Castle x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Gift Exchange/Secret Santa!

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It’s a few days before Christmas that Frank realises the silver pendent around your throat is missing. In all the years he’s known you, he has never seen you without it. It’s 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 he’d retired, and you’d taken over the mantle.

You’re already in the shower when he gets in. It’s been a couple of weeks since he was last here, not much has changed except the Christmas tree in the corner and the modest decorations that adorn your mantlepiece. It’s pretty, he thinks. There’s a dulcet glow to the room, something soothing and sensual.

He can hear the running water as he sets his bag down alongside your front door before toeing off his boots. His clothes are already gone, tossed by the washing machine in the kitchen by the time he steps into the shower with you. You smile as he leans in close, his naked body brushing against yours under the heated stream. His thumb chases along the line of your jaw, his lips ghosting over yours and you respond to him the same way you always do, a little desperate, a little needy because it's been too long since he last had you.

His palm trails down a little further, fingertips gracing over the slender chain only to find that it isn’t there. You feel him tense before he withdraws, his gaze lowering to the red welt against the hollow of your throat.

“What happened?” he asks, his dark eyebrows furrowing into a frown.

You sigh and he sees the sadness in your eyes because that piece of jewellery, it was the last tangible piece of your father.

“A perp.” You tell him, your palm lightly rubbing over the space where the pendant used to hang upon your chest. “He managed to get a hold on me, tore it off. I spent hours looking for it but…”

You shake your head.

“It’s long gone.”

It bothers him that the pendant’s missing. He doesn’t believe in a higher power, he hasn’t since before Maria and the kids were killed but you do. He knows that cops are a superstitious sort, that there is more to that medallion than just a piece of metal that hung around your neck. The protection it delivers, it’s spiritual, it connects to something deep inside. He thinks about that as he lays in bed beside you that night. It doesn’t feel right, you being out there without your faith to watch over you.

“I gotta go, angel.” He murmurs as he presses his lips to your forehead. You thread your fingers through his, mouth brushing over the back of his hand as you whisper.

“Stay safe.”

***

It’s Christmas Eve when he turns up again. You’re in the kitchen, washing the last of the dishes when he steps through the door, removing his boots and hanging his trench coat on the rack. You’re wearing a navy blue knit jumper that clings to your form and faded grey jeans, a pair of his socks are pulled up over the hems at the bottom. He will never admit that it does something to him to see you wearing his clothes, there’s a domesticity in it that resonates with him. You’re the closest thing to a wife that he’s had in years. The way he feels for you, it’s different from what he had with Maria. She was solid, dependable, the thing that kept him stable throughout all the shit he endured throughout his service.

You, you’re a force of nature. You’re the sunshine that graces his skin in the middle of winter, the light that shines in his otherwise dark existence. You’re the person that brought him back to life and he can never repay you for that.

He wraps his arms around your body, his chest tucking against your back as his lips brush over the curve of your shoulder. That welt he saw a few days ago, it’s already fading into a bruise he places a chaste kiss upon it before his breath ghosts in your ear.

“I’ve got something for you.”

“Oh, I know, I can feel it.” You tease and he smiles against your skin.

“Something else.” He tells you before withdrawing.

You turn to face him, and he reaches into the top pocket of his combats, withdrawing a slim silver chain. On the end of it hangs a pendent, your pendent.

“Let me help return it to the place it’s meant to be.” He tells you, indicating with his finger for you to turn around.

You do as you’re told, and he drapes it around your neck, fastening the chain so that it comes to rest in the space just above the swell of your breasts. Your thumb runs over the etching, and he can see how much it means to you to have the medallion back in your possession.

“I don’t know what to say.” You murmur as you turn and meet his gaze.

There’s so much emotion in your eyes, he finds it visceral. His palms clasp your features, his thumbs chasing way the tears that leak down your cheeks.

“I can’t have you out there without it,” He tells you softly. “I just can’t.”

You nod your head because you know exactly what he means. It’s your totem, the power that keeps you safe when all hell breaks loose, the thing that reminds you to be strong in your weakest moments. It’s your saving grace in the midst of the chaos that is your job, your life.

“Thank you.” You whisper as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “Thank you so much.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[bullet-prooflove]

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."

[darqchilddaydreamz]

*fanning self* I did not need this imagery.💜

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@darqchilddaydreamz grabbing your chin to make sure you look at him in the eyes

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Angel - Frank Castle x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging @blackleatherjacketz

You were an angel.

His beautiful, deviant angel.

With a heart of gold and a body made for sin.

Frank’s 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.

“You can do it again angel, can’t you?” he whispers against the corner of your mouth as he fucks you into you again. “You can give me another.”

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.

“Come on angel, say it for me.” He murmurs against your skin as he moves in long slow thrusts, building you up all over again. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck Frank, you know you’re the only one.” 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.

“That’s it angel.” He whispers. “Let me see you fly.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[blackleatherjacketz]

Oh man! You gotta warn a girl first! Wow! I loved how intimate and raw this was. I’ve been neglecting Frank for too long. Thank you for this.

[bullet-prooflove]

@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.

[bullet-prooflove]

can i request prompt #30: You don't have to run, I know what you've been through with frank castle please? <3

References to upcoming BlackIce!Series

It’s a few months after the night Lou Beretti sent three men to your home that Frank drops by to check in. You haven’t seen or heard from him since a bouquet of brightly coloured daisies arrived in your hospital room with the message ‘Rest Easy, -F’.

You know it’s him when you hear the light rap of knuckles against the window in the living room. He’s 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.

He’s been on patrol tonight, taken a few dings. There’s a cut above his left eyebrow that’s leaking blood down the side of his face.

“Wanted to check in.” 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. “The arm's looking good, any stiffness?”

They’d broken your left arm that night, a spiral fracture. He knows you rehabbed after; he’s kept an eye on you, he couldn’t help himself. What had happened that night had terrified him; he just couldn’t bring himself to admit it. It’s why he’s stayed away for so long. You make him feel something he hasn’t felt in years, and it scares him.

“It aches when it rains.” You tell him as you lean in close, your attention focused on cleaning up the wound above his eyebrow. “Which feels like it’s all the fucking time since we live in New York.”

He smiles at that, it’s a gravelly chuckle that surprises him. He hasn’t laughed since before Beretti, since the morning you’d shared breakfast in the diner down the block.

It’s when you finish up with the butterfly stitches that it happens. He finds himself looking into your eyes as your fingertips grace his cheek.

“I never said thank you.” You say softly, your forehead coming to rest upon his.

“You don’t ever have to thank me.” He tells you, his voice a little rough as his nose trails down the length of yours.

A world without you frightens him, it’s 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 doesn’t intend to kiss you, but he has that feeling in his chest, the one he always gets when he’s around you. His lips brush over yours, tender and soft and he gets that rush, it’s like a drug flooding through his system as his thumb chases along the line of your jaw.

This moment, it’s everything to him. It’s 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.

You’re the first woman he’s 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.

“It’s too much for you isn’t it?” You say quietly and he clears his throat and looks away.

“Ok.” You say as you pull away and he knows that this is your way of protecting yourself. He forgets it’s not just him putting himself out there, it’s you too. He’s not the only one that’s 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.

“Slow.” He says, his voice raw with emotion. “I need to take it slow.”

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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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