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Fresh Out The Slammer (Frank Castle Imagine)

Summary: Frank Castle has been the only consistent man in your life and even though there were certain times he wasn’t in the picture, his presence somehow lingered into all of your relationships. There wasn’t a cure for a man like him, and you didn’t need one. 

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female Reader

Warnings: Mention of harassment (not to reader), some violence, curse words, SMUT, Oral (M recieving), P in V. Use protection my loves

Word Count: 2.6k

Song: Fresh Out The Slammer by Taylor Swift

A/N: This will be officially my first published work for Frank Castle that was requested. Let me know what you think and some feedback would be appreciated.

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“Did he ever really know you?” Karen asks, handing me a glass of wine.

I shrug, grasping the chilled glass. “It was always his place, his friends, his favorite restaurants. He never made the effort to be in my life.”

Devin was my ex—a trust fund, high-maintenance brat who didn’t have “struggle” or “debt” in his vocabulary. We were an odd pair, but somehow, we lasted long enough to make it miserable. I cared for him but didn’t love him like I thought.

“I’m sorry I neglected our friendship. I shouldn’t have put up with someone like that just for those rare sweet moments,” I say, grabbing her hand. “You guys told me countless times. I just couldn’t see it until recently.”

“I never stopped being in your corner. I never will.” Karen smiles, squeezing my hand in reassurance.

“Thank you.” I try to keep my tears at bay as I sip my wine.

“If you want to change the subject, I get it. But you never told me about the night at the restaurant."

I throw my head back with a groan, sinking deeper into Karen’s comfy couch. “You should’ve seen Frank’s face when he realized it was me in that alley.”

Send some requests!

Heyy! I'm currently open for request about these fandoms at the moment: - Marvel ( Especially for Sam Wilson, Joaquin Torres, Bucky, Daredevil, The Punisher and any character tbh) - Top Gun: Maverick - 9-1-1 - The Rookie - Twisters - The Last of Us - SWAT

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh? (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw)

Bewitched Part 1.5 | Part 1 Here | Masterlist

Summary: Sadie is restless and frustrated, weeks had passed from her one night stand with Rooster and the memories of him linger in her head. She thinks Rooster is gone for a long assignment, hoping she can sweat it out, but then she meets again with the brown eyes that had been taunting her in her sleep.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female! OC

Warnings: Contains 18+ content. This is just smut without plot. Female receiving oral and just Bradley talking her through it basically

Word Count: 1.3k

Song: Guilty as Sin? by Taylor Swift

A/N: I was bored and before I finished part 2, I had to get this out. -

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly I choose you and me religiously

"Watch yourself while I fuck you."

Sadie whimpered, her nails digging into his back as the sight of them—of how perfectly they moved together—pushed her over the edge. She bit down on his shoulder, muffling the sound of her moan as she shattered around him.

"Bradshaw," she whimpered, breathless,

Sadie jolted upright in bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. Jesus. She ran a hand through her tangled hair, the memory of Rooster still lingering—taunting. It hadn't stopped. Not since that night at the bar a few weeks ago.

The clock glowed, 4:47 a.m. The sun wasn’t even up yet, and it was only Tuesday. She barely had the energy to drag herself out of bed. Walking into her bathroom, she caught her reflection in the mirror, her matching silk pajamas wrinkled from all the tossing and turning. She’d tried everything to get him out of her system. Melatonin. A vibrator. Her own fingers. Nothing compared to him. Nothing brought her over the edge the way he did.

"Fuck you, Bradshaw," she muttered before splashing cold water on her face.

Bewitched - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (Part 1)

Part 1.5 | Part 2 (coming soon)

Summary: After two years since they last saw each other, Bradley and Sadie cross paths again. What started as a heated rivalry turned into something more, only for Rooster to walk away, leaving Sadie with nothing but a voicemail. Now, assigned to the same mission, tension lingers between them.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female! OC

Warnings: Just some cursing and fighting. It will contain a lot of smut, angst, jealousy, mention of death, PTSD and panic attacks. It also contains spoilers for the Top Gun movies.

Word Count: 4.4k

Song: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift / right where you left me by Taylor Swift

Author's note: This is a re-upload of an old fic/idea I posted months ago and rewrote. I've been diving back into writing and decided to write a few parts for this idea. If you have any requests for anyone in the dagger squad, request are always open! Also, this is pure fiction, this isn't going to be 100% accurate and it's just for fun. Enjoy!

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Someday, when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around

The tension in the room was suffocating. Sadie felt it when she walked in, but it wasn't from the mission.

It was him.

Bradley Bradshaw.

His gaze was on her, sharp and unreadable, and his jaw locked tight as Admiral Solomon introduced her as the leader. She refused to let her expression waver and acknowledged how her stomach twisted at the sight of him after all this time. Instead, she stood tall, arms folded behind her back, nodding once when Solomon finished speaking.

Her eyes flicked over the group. Phoenix, Hangman, Coyote, and some familiar faces. But she kept coming back to him.

Bradley

She hadn't seen him since—

No.

Not now.

No one's ever had me, not like you (Joaquin Torres)

This wasn't requested but I just had to write something about these two again. It's mundane, cute and smutty.

Part 1 here

Warnings: Contains spoilers from Captain America: Brave New World, SMUT, 18+ only

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Female OC

Word Count: 3,561

Song: So High School by Taylor Swift

A/N: I will always include a Taylor Swift song for every single thing I write 🤪 -

Why does moving have to be so stressful?

I brush back a few stray hairs, already done styling it for the day. The bathroom counter is a disaster—mine and Joaquin’s everyday essentials scattered everywhere. Somewhere in the mess is my makeup bag.

“I hate moving,” I mutter to myself, stepping out of the bathroom to check the bedroom.

The whole apartment is in shambles—more opened boxes than packed ones, clothes draped over furniture, and random belongings scattered across the floor. Ever since Joaquin got the all-clear from his doctor after the accident, we’ve been trying to pack as much as possible. The fixer-upper is nearly done, and moving day is a week away. But between my long hours at work and him easing back into his routine, packing has been slow.

I spot my floral makeup bag on the floor next to the dresser and grab it before heading back to the bathroom. Our mornings have looked the same for the past month—Joaquin wakes up early for his run, I make him breakfast, and then I get ready for work. By the time I’m almost dressed, he’s back with my first coffee of the day.

“Baby, ya llegué,” Joaquin calls from the front door. I hear him moving around the kitchen before the familiar sound of footsteps on the stairs. A few moments later, he appears with two coffees in hand.

I close my mascara tube and press a quick kiss to his lips before taking my cup.

“How was your run?” I ask, savoring the warmth between my hands as I lean against the counter.

Joaquin leans against the doorframe, cradling his own coffee. “It was good. You should come with me sometime.”

I snort. “Sorry, baby, but if there’s one thing you will always fail at, it’s convincing me to run for fun. I only run when I have to.”

Joaquin huffs a dramatic sigh, taking a slow sip of his coffee. “You know what I never fail at?” He pauses just long enough for me to raise a curious brow before smirking. “Pleasing you.”

I let out a sharp laugh, shaking my head. “Wow. That was smooth.”

He grins and steps closer, pressing a teasing kiss to my neck. “It’s also true.”

I press a hand to his chest, pushing him back playfully. “Go take a shower before you get too cocky.”

Joaquin chuckles but obeys, leaving me to roll my eyes and finish getting ready with a smile on my lips.

The Bolter (Scott Miller - Twisters)

Warnings: Angst, natural disaster, survival situation, anxiety, implied PTSD. A bit of sexual content but not really.

Pairing: Scott Miller x Female OC

Word count: 4,510

Song: The Bolter by Taylor Swift

A/N: This is for the loml, that requested that I write for her boo from Twisters. Hope you like it, babes

Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless Excellent fun 'til you get to know her

“We’ve known you for about a year now. How do we not know what got you into storm chasing?” Boone practically shouts, his excitement spilling over as he realizes he’s about to hear a good story.

I roll my eyes, tossing the bag of snacks I just bought from the convenience store into the truck. “You never asked, Bones,” I say, mimicking his twang.

“Come on, you love talking about your storm-chasing days before we found you. I feel hurt you’ve kept some from us.” He teases, reaching for my spicy chips. I slap his hand away. He never learns.

“It’s not personal. I just have so many, I tend to forget them.” I lie. I remember every single one—every reckless, adrenaline-fueled moment. I live for this. The chase. The science. The wild unpredictability of it all. Storms make most people freeze in place. I can’t help but lean in.

Boone narrows his eyes. He’s not buying it. “Alright, well, you gotta tell me one now. What’s the story, Lucy?”

I lean against the truck, scanning the horizon as if I can see a storm brewing in the distance, even though the sky is clear. This chasing season feels different. Ever since storm chasing went viral last year, we’ve been expecting a live audience.

“Alright, fine.” I shrug, cracking a grin. “I’ll tell you the one that started it all.”

With you, I serve

With you, I fall down - Joaquin Torres

This wasn't requested and I haven't written in a while for Tumblr, but I suddenly had the itch to write this after watching Captain America yesterday. I've loved this man since forever and its a shame that I started so late to write for him! Warnings: Contains spoilers from Captain America: Brave New World, angst, mention of war & combat trauma, severe injuries (burns, surgery)

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Female OC

Word Count: 2,931

Song: epiphany by Taylor Swift

A/N: For every Joaquin fic I write, I’ll be using my OC. It makes writing easier for me when I can create a character with a backstory. I don't include any detailed descriptions of the OC, other than that she's female.

You can find Part 2 here

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Unknown Location, Military Base – 08:45

“I want to make this clear: everyone in this room is considered the top of your class as pilots. Your classmates are not your enemy—ego is your enemy,” I begin, scanning the faces of the pilots seated before me. “We are all here for one reason: to protect those who need protecting. We might butt heads during flight practice, but get this through your skulls. We defend the helpless, and we all make it back alive.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the class chants, posture rigidly straight. I stand at the front of the room, just beside the podium I refuse to use. With a nod, I dismiss them to retrieve their flight gear and prepare their planes for their first flight evaluation.

As I gather my belongings to do the same, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I glance at the screen—unknown caller ID.

“Captain, a word.”

I turn to see Colonel Matthews stepping into the classroom. I’ve been under his wing since I started my career and he was still a lieutenant. I enlisted after my mother passed during deployment, and he gave me the support and time to grieve. But he also made sure I knew I was more than my mother’s legendary career. I built my own, becoming a pilot and now a flight instructor.

“Colonel, of course.” I set my phone atop my files and face him.