New life in New York, Stellar knew that a fresh start away from London would start new opportunities, she would be more confident, more bold, more hardworking, more fun! And yet when she finds herself dragging emotional and physical baggage from back home, she meets her first challenge, and she won't be one to back down. - Jon, mechanic in Brooklyn, he's gone long enough in his life not trying to please anyone, how? Not letting anyone close enough, what's the point? He's very happy with how things are right now, mostly peaceful But when a very opinionated British girl needs his help a random night in New York, he wonders if he'll ever see her again, better not, that weird tightness in his chest when she speaks can't be good.

Aria has spent two years of her life convincing herself that her boyfriend, Brandon, is enough. He gives her enough love, enough attention, enough to keep her from being utterly alone. She ignores the jokes that hurt a little too much, the way he shuts her out when he is angry, and all the small things that she should not have to beg for. Ever since her mom passed, she has ignored obvious issues in order to avoid loneliness. Then she meets his father. Jon notices everything Brandon does not pay any mind to. Every time she gets quiet. Every time she laughs something off that clearly made her uncomfortable. Every time his son makes her think asking for the bare minimum is asking for too much. He knows that she is off limits. He knows wanting her would cross a line he has no business getting anywhere near. But the more he watches her, the more resentment builds toward his son, and the harder it becomes for him to ignore the urges he gets to show her that he could treat her so much better.

When she comes home for summer, the one man who makes her feel safe is the one she can never have-her father's best friend, Frank Castle. Older, scarred, and fiercely protective, Frank tries to keep his distance. But in the hazy heat of long summers and stolen moments, forbidden desire begins to unravel them both. A slow-burn age-gap romance thick with tension, tenderness, and dangerous temptation. TW: heavy smutt, swearing, alcohol, cheating mentioned, age gaps, sex, slight violence.

Sloane was supposed to be off limits. Frank was the extra seat around the dinner table, the guy who was now part of the furniture. Her dad's best friend. After being stood up on a date, Sloane finds herself blurring lines between her and Frank that she once respected. One drink becomes a conversation. A conversation becomes a look neither of them can ignore. Frank knows how wrong it is. Sloane knows she should walk away. But sometimes the things you shouldn't have, are the things you want the most. It's wrong. Complicated. And somehow, it feels so right. TW: lots of tension and angst, heavy on the smut! swearing, alcohol, violence, cheating mentioned, age gap, sexual activity

"to burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves." - Federico García Lorca Staying out of trouble is not Frank Castle's strong suit. But is Jenavieve Howlett more trouble than The Punisher can handle? Frank Castle x OC [The Punisher, Season 2] WARNING: It's Frank Castle, so obviously, this story contains violence. #1 in #frankcastle - Oct24-June25 #1 in #thepunisher - Oct2024, Jan-March2025 #1 in #jonbernthal - Aug, Sep, 2024, May2025 #1 in #punisher - Aug2024 #1 in #daredevil - Aug2024

dirty little secret. the rules were simple, don't get attached, don't get caught, and never let your dad find out. you break the first rule almost immediately. the second doesn't stay intact for long. the third? that's the one that'll destroy everything.

When Y/N's parents leave for Europe, she's forced to stay with Frank-their family friend and her father's best friend. Frank has always been off-limits, but something changes between them when they're suddenly living under the same roof. Lingering looks, unexpected moments, and a tension neither of them wants to acknowledge begin blurring the line between what's innocent and what isn't. But Frank is hiding things. Secrets about his past, his bruised knuckles, and the life he keeps carefully hidden from everyone-including Y/N. The closer she gets to him, the more she realizes she may not know the man she's falling for at all.

(This is not a fanfic) There are secrets that burn more than fire. For me the secret has a first and last name, not to mention he shares drinks with my father in the living room. And obsessive attraction consumed in secret, where every touch is a betrayal and every confession is made in whispers.