#Cashin Out (Speed Mix)

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It's taboo to rap about snorting shit But it's cool to write a song about green and lean? Shit I been up so many days I think I'm seeing things And every time I roll a blunt I add a sprinkle in So go on and smoke 3 whole blunts And fuck McDonald's, I don't need no lunch No appetite, I snorted 3 more bumps You think I'm bad off on the soft? Gimme some speed and we gon be awake for 3 whole months Become paranoid, talking bout aliens and the government Drawing on the walls, fuck up, then trying to cover it Getting too deep with hoes you barely know Geeked, doing freaky shit when you fuck em just for the fuck of it So who the fuck you judging, bitch? Nose fucked up, got coke residue in my mustache Wanna kiss? They can tell I'm geeked up Fuck em, Imma hit the bathroom And do another key bump

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Oh my god I love you and your Frank X Reader stories to pieces. Can you please write more? I would really love to see a fluff piece that turns into fun sexy times. Possibly with a guest appearance from Max for a hot second? I love seeing Frank being an actual teddy bear with the reader, but we all know that man can be smooth as fuck when he wants to be. Thank you for your time!

I was scrambling around my apartment on my cell having possibly the longest and worst day of my life. “Ms. Johnson, you asked for a two-layer cake and 24 cupcakes three months in advance; you can’t expect me to provide you with cake pops and another dozen cupcakes two days before your event.” I was shuffling through order receipts when there was a knock on my door. “Thank God,” I sighed, rushing to open the door. “Yes, I understand, but we already have other orders we’re working on at the shop.” I opened the door and in walked Frank, surprisingly with his dog beside him. “You brought Max?” I shouted in a whisper.

“I was walkin’ him when you called me over,” he explained.

“No, Ms. Johnson- Even if your party wasn’t until late afternoon there’s no way we’d be able to have all that done. Mixing, baking, cooling, decorating which takes hours in itself, setting; I’m sorry, it’s just impossible.” My other line beeped; Tyler, one of my decorators. “Ms. Johnson can you hold for just one second, please?” I took a deep breath before clicking over. “Tyler? Please tell me you fixed that wedding cake…”

You know how when your morning is hard, you expect the rest of your day to go to complete shit? Well, that’s what happened to me. From the moment I stepped outta bed my day went spiraling downhill and I haven’t been able to slow the momentum yet. I spilled my coffee, the only thing that powers me through the early morning, which I shoulda known was a bad sign. Because of that I was late to open up the bake shop, having to clean up the spill before leaving a sticky mess on my kitchen floor and then stop to buy a cup on my way to work. Then I realized I had an event in less than two hours to deliver and set up six dozen cupcakes for, so I’m speeding, and of course I get pulled over and ticketed.

Things calm down finally, but only for a few hours. I make it to lunch without pulling my hair out when I get a call from Ben and Tyler. They were delivering a wedding cake when the flower girl ran by and bumped Tyler into a wall. Luckily they didn’t drop the cake but it tilted and one of the wooden dowels tore a hole in the fondant. I didn’t ask how big or how small because let’s face it, on your wedding day a hole is a hole. I instructed them not to tell the bride until after the ceremony, fix the cake, and I didn’t wanna hear anymore about it unless it was good news. I needed good news on a day like this.

Or Frank. It was the Fall which was one of the two major wedding seasons and also the start of holiday season, which meant I was busier than ever. I was booked solid every day for this week and the next two. It was all work and no play around here and nowhere in my schedule was there room for Frank Castle. But today I needed relief, a break from all the chaos that was coming at me full force. I asked Frank to come over to help take my mind off things, not expecting Max to tag along. He was a big dog and my apartment couldn’t accommodate him. I had paperwork strewn about that I couldn’t handle him getting into. Paperwork and… and really expensive furniture! And of course the moment I thought it I stumbled over him, bumping into a shelf and knocking a decorative flower onto the hardwood where it crashed into a hundred pieces. “Damn it- Max!” I sighed and slid against the wall onto the floor, praying for this day to end already. I was just fucking suffocating. I felt like my own hands were wrapped around my throat, like I was the cause of my own stress.

I choked as a few tears silently slid down my face, not wanting to make too much noise and worry Frank, or in case Tyler could hear. I took a few deep breaths, wiping my face and getting back to my call. “I have Ms. Johnson on the other line. Fix the cake; if you can’t, tell Mrs. Ward we’re prepared to take $50 from the cost of it. Actually, send me a picture of the hole, I’ll name a price reduction based off the damage; I need to see it with my own eyes. Yes, do everything you can to fix it. I gotta go. Max- No!” He was nosing around in the dirt spreading it around everywhere and Frank was nowhere in sight. I shooed him away from the mess and stood to find my broom and dust pan as I clicked back to my other line. “Ms. Johnson, you there? Hi.”

After explaining to this woman that I couldn’t magically patty cake my way into baking her a cake as fast as I could without even a full 48 hours notice, we got off the phone and I cleaned up what was once a beautifully potted orchid. “Max, go! Go… find your dad or something!” I rested the flower by the kitchen sink on a paper towel and went to sweep up the dirt when my cell went off. The picture of the wedding cake. I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst. “I’m a good person,” I whispered to myself. “Good people deserve good things. I’m cashin’ in my karma chips; please, pretty please do not let this cake be ruined.” After opening the picture I sighed in relief; it wasn’t disaster, but it was noticeable even after they did a patch job. I dialed Ben’s cell and cleaned.

“As long as the repair isn’t facing the guests it’s fine; it won’t be in any pictures, everything will be okay… No, we most certainly are not… Well if you’d like to handle Ms. Johnson’s order by 2pm Saturday, be my guest. I’ve got more than enough on all ten of my plates- And I need you guys to be out of there in the next thirty minutes and help Makayla at that birthday party downtown… I don’t know, the mom wanted the cake to have some kinda explosion shit goin’ on, and you know Kayla can’t turn down a challenge.” Out of nowhere Frank was beside me. I rushed to dry whatever wetness remained in my eyes as he took the broom and dust pan from my hand and went over to my kitchen garbage can. I took the opportunity to grab the order sheets from my coffee table; less mess for the dog to get into. “We have four Halloween parties booked this year, and one of them is a charity event that wants to have a cupcake bar. I’m thinking five different flavors, 20 cupcakes each?” I went to place the order forms on my desk when Frank came and took them from my hand. “Wait, I don’t want Max getting into those. Just put ‘em on my desk, please? Ben you still there?”

I sat at my kitchen bar with a pen and my idea pad I always kept around and planned to jot down how to attack this charity event but Frank took my arm and pulled me up. “Ben, h-hold on a sec- Frank?” I pressed the mouthpiece of my phone to my chest. “Just gimme like five more minutes.”

“Take all the time you need.” He said that, but still pulled me away from my working space. I sighed and put my cell on speaker and pulled out the notes app instead.

“Okay Ben? So how about vanilla, chocolate, umm… We can do carrot cake; that’s orange and festive, right? Red velvet, I like that. Maybe… pumpkin spice?” Frank pulled me by the hand to the bathroom as I spoke on the phone and to my surprise, had a bath running this entire time. I didn’t even hear it, I was so distracted. “What is this?” I whispered. “Frosting?” I then asked Ben, bouncing back to our conversation. “Cream cheese, butter cream, chocolate. We don’t need one for each cupcake, right? That should cover it, don’t you think?” Frank closed the toilet seat and sat on it before hooking a finger in my belt loop and pulling me in front of him. Silently he unbuckled my belt and then my jeans; my hand slowly massaged the shaved part of his head as he worked. “I’m definitely working the event. Owners attend charity events, it’s good for business and more importantly good karma. Plus it’s for the children’s hospital; you know how I feel about kids…” He tugged my jeans downward and I stepped out of them, resting a hand on his firm shoulder for support. “Where are we on the wedding cake? Did we piss off a bride or what?”

He reached up and unbuttoned my flannel shirt, taking his time, watching his fingers work each button. And I was watching his fingers, too. I watched them often; they did very beautiful things. “How long is it gonna take you guys to get to Kayla? After that party I want you guys closing up shop and heading home; we got another long day tomorrow. An early one.”

His hands rested on my waist as he leaned forward to press kisses light as a feather to my stomach. “Shirt,” he grunted. I rested my cell on the bathroom counter and pulled my arms from the sleeves, letting it fall on top of my jeans. He rose from the toilet and stood behind me, looking at me in the mirror as I spoke on the speaker. Calloused hands brushed against my skin as he unclasped my bra and slid the straps from my shoulders, dropping it on the same pile with my other things. Surprisingly he tangled his hands in my hair, running his fingers through for a moment before piling the strands on top of my head and reaching for a hair clip by the sink. I couldn’t help but laugh at his attempt at pinning up my hair. “What?” he asked, a smirk threatening to crack his face. “Somethin’ like that, huh?”

I looked in the mirror at the sloppy pile on top of my head. It wasn’t the neatest job but hey, it did work. “Uhhh, yeah, somethin’ like that. Ben, I’ll call you back, alright?” The call ended and I resumed laughing at Frank’s efforts while he barely broke a smile.

“Here I was thinkin’ I was doin’ somethin’ nice for you…”

I turned to him, resting my hands on his chest. “You are. Thank you so much for getting my hair outta the way.”

He took his index finger inside the waistband of my panties, snapping me with the elastic. “You’re welcome. Get in.” As I removed my underwear and climbed in he undressed himself, pulling his navy blue henley over his head and tossing it to the side. I stepped inside the steaming tub and watched him, appreciative that he was giving me a show. Of course Max tried to sneak his way in, poking his nose in and sniffing at Frank’s jeans. “Get,” was all he said as he shooed him away, closing the bathroom door. I could stare at him in his boxers for days but wasn’t disappointed when he shed those. Much better view. Finally he climbed in behind me and got situated. Moments like this I was thankful that I splurged a bit on having a large whirlpool tub installed; Frank was just short of being a giant compared to me.

“Someone had a long day,” he claimed.

“What gave it away?”

“Here, sit up.” I got settled between his legs and immediately he got to work on my back. Strong and rough hands softened only by the bath water worked every knot and kink in my lower back. My eyes closed; this is exactly what I needed on a day like this. “You were cryin’.” He didn’t ask but stated. “Don’t say you weren’t; I’ve seen enough tear-stained faces to know.”

“Overwhelmed.”

“S’at why you called me over? Needed a stress reliever?”

I smiled to myself. “Is that so bad?”

“No. Glad I could be of service.”

“Stop, you know it’s not like that. I just… I missed you is all,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t like being too busy to see you, too busy to even talk.”

“I didn’t ask you to overbook yourself, missy.”

“Yeah yeah, I know it’s all my fault. That’s why I asked you to come here.”

“To squeeze me into your schedule?”

“Exactly.” I felt myself melt into his hands. “You’re surprisingly good at this, Castle. How many stressed women have you blessed with those hands?”

“Hmm, a gentleman doesn’t massage and tell.” His hands traveled upward and began giving my neck and shoulders the same treatment. “What’s the plan of attack here, hm? ‘Cuz you can’t keep on goin’ the way you are.”

“Hmm, are you saying that outta concern or out of selfishness because I see you a whole lot less when I’m booked solid?”

“If I said a bit o’ both? You know I never wanna see you cryin’…”

I smiled to myself. He was ridiculously sweet when he wanted to be, and I always melted at those moments. “It’s always busy this time of year, Frank. I just hold tight and power through it; it’ll be over soon.”

“Define soon.”

“Well,” I started when to no one’s surprise my cell started to ring, “from Thanksgiving to Christmas it’s usually pretty calm. It’s October now so,” I continued, halfway getting out of the tub to grab my phone, “give it about a month and some change and I’m all yours.”

“All mine, hm?”

“Yes, all yours.” I reclined against his chest and answered my phone. “Hello? Mr. Carrera, how are you?” As I conducted my business Frank found a way to keep himself occupied, leaving kisses along my neck and shoulders, running a wet and soapy fingertip up and down my arm. He raised goosebumps on every part of me he touched. “No no, I don’t think that should be a problem. There’s still plenty of time to make adjustments.” I clasped his hand in mine and brought it to my lips, silently placing kisses on each bruised knuckle. His other hand grazed my thigh under the sudsy surface of the hot water and his mouth moved to my ear.

“Relax,” he mumbled loud enough for only me to hear in that gruff tone of his. The hairs raised on the back of my neck. “Keep talkin’, Y/N. It’s business as usual.”

I cleared my throat and calmed my breathing. “And you wanna go from a round 3-tier to rectangular?” His hand slipped between my legs and rested on my center, not threatening to go any further.

He huffed a breathy laugh in my ear. “I can feel your heart beatin’ through your chest.”

“And the venue is still the same, Mr. Carrera?”

“Mr. Carrera,” he repeated.”He a nice guy?”

I squeezed his hand trying to signal him to shut up but he only laughed again in my ear. I drew his hand to my mouth and gently bit it. “Decorative? Umm, I think I can do some ghosts, pumpkins, maybe a vampire. It’s a smaller space so they won’t be too, uhh… too detailed.” I was caught off guard the moment a calloused thumb began pressing the hot button between my legs. I tried to let go of his hand but his grip tightened, preventing me from doing so. “Mr. Carrera, you mind if I call you right back?”

“No,” Frank commanded in my ear.

“Actually,” I corrected myself, my thighs squeezing around his hand, “nevermind, I’m good. So d-did you want the cake pops to be red velvet like the cake?”

“Very good,” he whispered in my ear, gently nipping at my neck as he slid a finger inside of me. “Now you’ll think about this when you work. No more stress for Y/N, hm?” I nodded and rested my cell between my ear and shoulder, giving myself a free hand to shove Frank deeper between my legs. He chuckled. “Cheater.”

“So I’m gonna run this by my team and when I’m in the office tomorrow I’ll call you with a new price, make sure we have all the details together for your order straight. Is that alright?” Yes, I was rushing to get him off the phone so I could tend to more important things, like the man in the tub with me that was going to inevitably be the death of me. “Okay, thanks!”

“Aw, fun’s over?”

I tossed the phone on our pile of clothing and turned in his lap. “Oh, the fun’s just about to begin, Mr. Castle.”

A/N: Two days later Frank left a gift for you at the bake shop while you were out delivering a cake. You came back and found your orchid planted in a mug with a paw print pattern with a sticky note on it reading “Sorry. From: Max”.