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frankenhookersmonster · 2 years

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ʟᴏᴠᴇʙᴜɢ - ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ, "ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ"

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ - 18+ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ, ᴅʙꜰ!ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ x ᴀꜰᴀʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ), ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴏʀᴀʟ (ᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇx, ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ??), ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ :(

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 2.3ᴋ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

a/n - beginning of the end for lovebug :’( we only have a couple chapters left and they’re kinda rough to get through so buckle up. the last chapter flopped so if you haven’t read it catch up here, and add yourself to my taglist here.

Frank was a good lover. He made you squirm just from a look. It wasn’t super noticeable to the untrained eye, but you had picked up on it by now.

The first time you noticed was when your dad had a few people over for a barbeque. The night was coming to an end, your dad and Lena were both hammered and stumbling their way around the house. Frank watched them for a bit, sitting on the couch flipping through tv channels. He heard your footsteps upstairs and, against his better judgment, crept up to find you. Fresh out of the shower, you jumped when you heard a knock on the door. You let him in, your body still wet and wrapped in a towel. He stared at you, head tilted down a bit and a smirk wide across his face. Before you knew it you were in between Frank’s legs, his cock in your mouth. His hands were on your head, gently guiding it back and forth as he cursed under his breath. “Fuck, s’like your mouth was made for me, sweetheart.”. Your hand was rubbing over your clit, he could feel you hum as you took him further down your throat. “I’ll touch you in a minute, baby, don’t even worry about it-shit.”. When Frank came you swallowed it up, he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, mumbling something about how good you were.

The next time was when you had made your way into Frank’s garage. Admittedly you had only one thing on your mind but he was preoccupied. His truck’s hood was open, music was blaring from a speaker. You were plopped on his desk, uncomfortable however you sat due to the dripping problem between your thighs. You groaned, finally catching Frank’s attention. He sauntered over, placing his fists on either side of you and giving you the same look as before.

“Need something?” He questioned, making your cheeks heat up. Your arms went to wrap around his neck while you nodded. “What would that be?” He asked again, your eyes rolled dramatically before you answered. “Can you fuck me, please, Frankie?”

And then, in the blink of an eye, there you were, riding him. You were wrapped tightly around his torso, his hands were digging into your hips and bruising them in the process. You could hear Frank’s little groans just barely through your own loud whines. “Take your time, no need to rush anything.” You listened to him, slowly rolling your hips back and forth and really feeling every inch of him.

You were sitting at the dinner table when it happened again. Everyone was laughing about some story your dad had brought home from work when Frank met your eyes. Your thighs were pressed together, lip in between your teeth. He had you pavloved. You tried to make it through the rest of dinner, waving Lena and Frank off when the night came to a close. As soon as you made it up the stairs and closed your door, your hand was in your pants. Your breath was hitching, even by yourself you were embarrassed at how wet you got from Frank’s glare. Sloppily you rubbed on your clit, trying to supress the moans you were producing. Your phone buzzed beside you, and when you turned it over and saw Frank’s name across the screen you picked it up immediately.

“H-Hi.” You stuttered, sighing as you reluctantly removed your hand from your underwear. He chuckled, voice a little graveled over the phone. “Little worked up at dinner, weren’t ya?” You hummed, leaning back onto the bed. “Bet you went right up to your room and touched yourself, didn't you sweet thing?” He could practically hear the lump get swallowed down your throat. You denied it, fidgeting with the ends of your shirt. “Really? That’s good, because it looks like you forgot to close your window. Wouldn’t want anyone creeping.” You froze, looking up to see that your window was indeed open, and at closer inspection you could see a backlit figure sitting in a small window in Frank’s house. He had a perfect view to your bed, something you only thought about a handful of times when you were rearranging your room the other week. He waved at you, and you fell back down onto your mattress.

“Perv.” You scoffed, only earning another laugh from Frank. “By all means, don’t let me stop you.” You both went quiet, slowly you placed your hand back where it had been moments before. You let out a light sigh. “There you go.” He replied, you could hear him shift in his seat.

“Don’t be shy, tell me how good it feels.” You tried to bite back another moan, instead letting it out, just not loud enough to get your dad’s attention. You picked up the pace, now using full force to rub at your clit. You wanted to call him over, let him continue this assault on your pussy, he was the one that started it after all. Instead you dipped a finger into yourself, hearing Frank’s belt unbuckle over their call. “Not the only one worked up, I see.” You grinned, eyes rolling back into your head. “You can’t see anything-fuck.” You sat up at his word, and he was right, you could only see his outline. He was leaned back a little further, and you could see a little bit of motion right where his dick would be.

“Frankie,” He almost purred at the nickname, “do you know how wet I am for you right now?” You had stopped your work on yourself, instead looking at what little you could see of him. He tilted his head back, you could see his arm movements as he jerked himself off. “Hm, tell me about it.” You cracked your knuckles, trying to think of someway to show the desire you had seeping out from inside of you. “Why don’t I come over and show you.” He paused, gathering himself and resting his hands on his knees. He sighed, taking his time to respond. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Your dad might see you-” You cut him off. “Please, Frankie. No one will even see me, and I’ll be so good for you once I get over there.” He coughed, and part of you knew that he couldn’t really say no to you. “Alright.” He hung up the phone with that, not waiting for any response.

You quickly gathered yourself, practically running down the stairs and over to his front door. Before you could even knock he opened it and pulled you in, connecting your lips in a rough kiss. He held your biceps, gripping them with what felt like his full force. The two of you dragged yourselves up to his room, you were still standing when he ripped your pants down your legs, taking your panties along with you. His tongue was in between his teeth, eyes darting from your bare pussy to your blown out pupils. “You weren’t kidding, I’ve never seen you this wet.” Before you could even think about responding he pushed you onto his mattress. “Do I even gotta warm you up, sweetheart?” He wasn’t really looking for an answer, latching himself to your neck.

You fumbled with his clothes, managing his shirt over his head while only breaking your kiss for a millisecond. Frank manhandled you into a new position, you on your side, upper body twisted enough to see him, your thigh in his hands. He leaned over you to grab a condom on his bedside table, pulling it onto his cock quickly and giving it a couple pumps. “Ready?” He asked, you nodded and before your head stopped moving the tip of his cock was teasing your entrance. “Frank!” You cried out, body jolting at the pressure. He shoved himself in, and though it was still agonizingly slow it was more rushed than any other time. He shushed you, kissing your jawline before he got himself all the way inside of you. He paused, only for a moment, before rocking his hips into you somehow deeper. “Fuck me, god!” You were loud tonight, maybe it was because only seconds in this was already shaping up to be the best sex you’ve had in your life, or maybe because you were so needy. “God ain’t here, baby, just you and me.” He moved both of his hands to the headboard, though yours clawed at his back. He liked when you scratched him up, he told you one night when you apologized for it. “No need,” he reassured, “like seeing it in the mirror, makes me think of you.”

“Squeezing me like that already? You really did need it bad, didn’t you?” His taunts were drawn out, his words slowed down due to him being a little out of breath. “Yeah, Frank, need you so bad.” Your back was arching, Frank took your leg in his hand and twisted you into missionary, leaning down close to your naked body. Your mouths hovered over each others, hardly even kissing each other while you both drowned out the sounds of his fan with your moans. Your orgasm came fast, you clung to his body like a koala while he fucked you through it, his own climax coming quickly after your own.

The aftercare that ensued was minimal, Frank held you for a moment while he was still inside of you, before pulling himself out and encouraging you to pee. When you returned from the bathroom you found Frank pulling a shirt over his head. You followed his lead, finding your own shirt but not even bothering to grab your pants and underwear.

You sat on Frank’s bed beside him, he leaned forward to kiss your forehead and rub your arms. “Can I stay the night?” You were ashamed to be asking, your house was so close but selfishly you just wanted to be in his sheets. Frank shook his head, resting it against your own with a sigh. You pleaded, but he persisted, sitting up and stepping towards his dresser. “C’mon no one will know.” Your voice trailed off at the end, Frank’s stern one following with another excuse to shut you down. You pushed at him again. “Please, Frank, we’re in the clear-” Suddenly Frank’s fist came down onto the furniture. It wasn’t enough to concern you, it was just jarring. “Dammit, y/n, I’m not risking you sleeping here.” He didn’t look at you at this point, staring into some bland painting that hung on the wall.

You wanted to say something, interject your thoughts but Frank spoke again. “We’re getting too sloppy, if we keep doing this your dad’s gonna find out eventually. Do you have any idea what he’d do?” The truth was you didn’t. It wasn’t something you thought about a whole lot, when you were with Frank he wasn’t Frank, your dad’s best, and maybe only, friend in the whole world, he was just Frank.

“No one’s gonna suspect anything if I spend the night at your house, Frank.” You had to laugh at yourself, hoping to avoid any fight you were teetering on starting. Frank wasn’t looking to joke, his gaze on you was cold for maybe the first time. “What happens when your dad sees you sneaking back in tomorrow morning? What do you tell him? How am I supposed to look him in the eyes? Knowing that I fuck his daughter whenever I get the chance? It’s just not worth it.”

That last part made your blood boil under your skin, you stood at his words. “What do you mean it’s not worth it? Are you not invested in this like I am?” Your words shocked even you, he ran a hand over his face, looking up at the ceiling while you rambled. “What do you mean this, there isn’t a this.”

You felt your heart speed up, practically jumping out of your chest. You wanted to scream at him, yell in his face if you had to. You paced around the room, trying to muster up something to say to him when you just came up empty, confused. “Frank, we’ve been doing this thing for weeks now, you mean to tell me that you don’t feel anything?” He was biting his cheeks, trying to choke down words he couldn’t take back. “Y/n, we’re not in a relationship, I’m not your boyfriend. This is just-” You took your chance to cut him off this time. “So what? You mean to tell me that this whole time you didn’t gain any sort of feelings towards me? Do you even care about me at all?”

You didn’t even notice that you had stormed up to him at this point, he wasn’t taken aback but instead stared you down with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. “I didn’t say that, you know that’s not what I meant.” He tried to reach out and touch you but you turned away from him, searching for your pants on his rug. “I don’t know what you mean, then, Frank.” He let out a long breath, spinning himself around to look at you again. “God, you are such a child. I don’t even know what I expected getting involved with you like this.”

You froze, pants half way up your ass, back towards him though his words still stuck you like he had whispered them in your ear. You didn’t want to admit that tears were pricking your eyes, you didn’t even know where your words had come from. You had never confronted having feelings for Frank, feelings beyond finding him attractive, you didn’t think that there were even feelings to confront. His words triggered something in you, like a threat. You knew him in the most vulnerable way, yet he wanted to claim that this vulnerability was a facade, that what you two had done meant next to nothing to him. You finished dressing yourself in a hurry, without another word storming out of his room, through his hallway, down his stairs, past his living room and kitchen and slamming his front door on the way out. You half expect Frank to be following you, stumbling his way through apologies, but when you turned around, his porch was empty.

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moreofem · 2 years

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Dbf!Jon helping your dad out and wearing grey sweatpants and a t-shirt that’s too small and hugs all his muscles… drooling

And he’s be such a slut with his sweatpants low on his hips, reaching up to put something heavy on the outdoor shelf and you can see his Adonis belt and happy trail peeking out and u JUST WANT A CRUMB OF DICK PLS! 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

#jon bernthal #dbf!jon #dbf!frank #thots 😈#anon asks #come say something in my inbox if y’all want!

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strawhbrrries · 11 months

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Cowboy hats.

pairing: dbf!southern!frank castle x afab!reader

summary: five days and five nights without a single word from frank, what an asshole. an asshole who looks too damn good in a cowoy hat.

warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 52), use of pet names, dirty dirty thoughts!!!,unprotected p in v sex!!, praise kink asf, soft frank, frank being an asshole for the first like two thousand words, cowboy hate frank, no mentions of y/n, no descriptions of reader, not proofread

word count: 4015 words

author’s note: end of the road for darlin’ and frankie (probably not, i absolutely will write more, smaller, things for them, but this is the end of the cowgirl series!! I loved writing for them and hope i did them justice!! I hope you guys it enjoy it, mwah

read the first one here, and the second here !

It had been five days, five entire days and nights without speaking to Frank. Not that you didn’t try, you had been texting him. Multiple times. Just to get “read at 2:30” every time. Every. Damn. Time. He brushed you off if you spoke to him in person, ignored your texts, you would soon resort to carrier pigeon. What the fuck happened to Frankie who was calling you his girl? The fucking 180 he pulled was pissing you off. The rational side of you tried to convince yourself he wasn’t your boyfriend, he had made no promises to you, he was free to ignore you all he wanted. No matter how angry it made you. The irrational side didn’t care, he had been inside of you raw, he owes you some explanation. What a fucking little fuckboy move to fucking make.

Ironically, Boyfriend by COIN played through your car. Not now.

“I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,

When you need a little company,

I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,

When there’s not another phone to ring.”

You searched through the passenger seat for your phone once your car was safely stopped at the red light, this was absolutely NOT the song to play. Of all the songs on your playlist, of course it had to be this one. The universe wasn’t done playing cruel jokes on you, it was almost like it wanted to see you suffer just a tiny bit more. A black truck pulled up next to you, in the left turn lane. Frank’s black truck. That Frank was driving. It would take a miracle to save you from driving your car off a cliff, today was testing you and you were losing. He shot you a smile from his driver’s seat, giving you a two finger wave without lifting his hand off the steering wheel.

A smile. The nerve of this guy. The fucking nerve.

The light turned green before you were able to yell all the expletives you knew in all the languages you knew them in. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. You were meeting Tiff at a bookstore for a girls day, she was going to get an earful of what happened five days ago and the fucking nerve he has to act this way.

“I mean, he is fifty. Right? Maybe he’s just not used to dating culture. He had a wife previously, I think, so just talk to him.” Tiff reasoned, tracing her finger up the spine of a book before pulling it off the shelf to read the description on the back.

“Even if dating culture is different, he gave me his number. Said we’d talk later and has given me the coldest shoulder possible. Then has the nerve to smile at me like none of this has happened.” You whined, frustrated that this was even happening. Initially, you had planned to just be pretty and reap the perks of it this summer. Not get hung up on an older man that’s best friends with your dad.

“Does he even know you’re angry? I mean he’s not a mind reader and neither are you, ambush his house when you know he’s there. I don’t think he’d shy away from being alone with you.” She teased, poking your side and placing the book back in its rightful spot on the shelf. “Then, you can set boundaries and what not. Fuck. And make up!”

“I would sooner punch him in that smug attractive stupid fucking face.” You rolled your eyes, knowing deep inside the next time he was in your presence and willing to take you to bed that you would be there. You didn’t know how to say no to him.

“We both know that is the furthest thing from the truth.” Tiff raised her eyebrow at you and cocking her head, daring you to argue about it.

“Shut up, I’m trying to learn to have some self control.” You tried to hide a smile, failing miserably and rolling your eyes instead. “I’ll ambush him later, he better be there or be prepared to feel my wrath.”

“That’s my girl!” She laughed, clapping her hands the best she could with the books in her hands. “Make sure he really understands the anger. The rage!”

To keep true to your word, you drove by his house on the way to yours to see if he was home. He wasn’t. Fucker. You knew it wasn’t intentional but it sure felt that way, because of all days and of all times he wouldn’t be there. However, to your surprise, he was parked in your driveway. You parked in your usual spot and headed inside, stopping right inside the house when you heard the two men inside.

“How was your date the other night?” He went on a date, what the fuck?

“Horrible. She was still hung up on her ex-husband, talked about him all night.” Good, hope every woman you go on a date with does that. Asshole.

“Sorry man, you’ll find someone someday.” Your dad tried consoling him, your anger was bubbling and the next word of this conversation was going to be your breaking point. Did the sex truly mean nothing to him? Did you mean nothing to him? Were you just a quick fuck to get the desire out and then move on?

You closed the front door loudly to announce your presence, walking into the kitchen where said men were sitting at the kitchen table. Frank had his legs spread, hand hanging between them with a beer in his hand. The kicker was, he was wearing a cowboy hat, his hair fluffing out on the side. To add onto the never ending list of things making this, currently insufferable, man so attractive he was wearing some sort of red henley with the top buttons undone so you could see the gold chains decorating his neck.

“Hey daddy!” You smiled at your dad, handing him a book he had mentioned twenty times he wanted to read. Your words caused Frank to clear his throat and sit straighter in the seat, you could play his game much worse than he can.

“What’s the occasion, honey?” He always had weird ways of saying thank you, as in he never really did and would instead pay you back by making your favorite food for dinner tomorrow or ordering a dress you really wanted. You figured it was just how he grew up.

“You deserve it, daddy! You do so much for me and treat me so well! I’m gonna take a shower.” And with that you were off up the stairs, flipping Frank off once you got to a point in the stairs where the wall covered you.

You locked your bedroom door. He didn’t need to come in here and desecrate your room anymore than he already had. If he didn’t have such a big dick and fantastic hands you would’ve murdered him already, why bless bad men with great appendages.

Your mind raked itself for answers, you truly couldn’t come up with one that didn’t end with you not being good enough for him. The date was the trulying baffling part to you, the cold shoulder you could deal with just fine but the date was just cruel. If he didn’t want you he shouldn’t have left his number, shouldn’t have fucked you within an inch of you life, shouldn’t have called you his. He shouldn’t have even read the messages, deleted them and blocked your number. He read them and actively chose to not respond, you didn’t know if it was any worse than just blocking you. If the universe was cruel, Frank castle was worse.

Your door knob jiggled, quite a few times before you heard the sound of boots going downstairs. You knew he would come up here and try to act like it was all peachy keen, like he hadn’t been twisting the knife he placed in your back. Your phone dinged.

I know you heard, at least let me explain.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the absolute nerve he has had today.

No.

Darlin’, please.

Fuck off, Frank.

Fucking COIN was right, he didn’t want to be your boyfriend. How fucking foolish could you have been. How could you imagine he’d settle down for a twenty-two year old girl who was related to his best friend. You flopped down on your bed and let out a very long, very needed, scream. The tears started coming, you hadn’t been this emotional in a very long time, the tears you had initially shed over Frank turned into tears over everything you’d bottled up. Your tears comforted you into dreamland. You awoke to four texts from Frank.

It’s not how it seems. Sent 9:30pm

Darlin’ I swear, I had to do it. Sent 10:05pm

Two nights with you has me ready to fill every ocean with blood, sweat, and tears for you so don’t act like that. Sent 5am

Your dad set up the date, I couldn’t not go. Was I supposed to tell him I’d rather be fucking his daughter? Sent 5:30am

It didn’t matter to you that your dad set the whole thing up, you responded with a simple yes and placed your phone back on the nightstand you picked it up from. Men are so stupid, you could think of two ways he could’ve gotten out of the date without you being involved. Still doesn’t explain the five day freeze out, if he had been honest about the date it wouldn’t have mattered . As much. He better come up with the best damn excuse for this shit or you swore you’d never speak to him again.

Frank’s phone dinged in his pocket, he’d been waiting all morning for you to respond. He knew you would, just as you were his vice. He was yours. The second you walked in the kitchen last night it was taking all his self control to not pull you onto his lap, continue his conversation with your dad, trailing his fingers up and down your leg. He knew you were angry with him, you had every right to be, but he didn’t know how to even begin explaining the situation. Your dad was being suspicious, he thought it was odd that Frank spent an extended amount of time in your room the other night, thought it was weird that everytime your name was mentioned Frank’s nostrils flared and his jaw tightened. It was your dad who suggested setting up the date, watched Frank’s face as he brought it up to see if he’d give away anything. Frank was saving you both, he was doing this for you. In some twisted way.

The date happened the night after he slept with you, he felt guilty to have gone behind your back. He didn’t want to see you look so excited to see him when he felt tainted. He didn’t do anything with the woman, opened her car door and moved back her seat but he never once laid a finger on her. Her smile wasn’t as sweet as yours, her laugh not as gentle and filling, and she wasn’t nearly as beautiful. Frank spent most of the date thinking of you and how he wished it was you in front of him, not this woman who couldn’t be bothered to speak of anything besides her ex-husband. He thought she’d get the hint that he was bored, he stopped responding to her questions and was now scanning the restaurant making up stories about the other patrons to pass the time.

He just wanted to be with His cowgirl.

Seeing you in your car yesterday made the guilt twist in his heart, he needed to speak to you. But you didn’t want to speak to him, especially not after what you heard in the house. That’s why when his phone dinged and he had the feeling it was you, his face lifted and he was filled with a warmth only you could give to him. The one word you replied with had made the past five days almost bearable.

You know I can’t do that. Can I see you after work? Please, darlin’

He placed his phone back into his back pocket, taking a deep breath as he awaited your response. God, he hoped you responded. It didn’t matter if you didn’t say a word to him the whole time he explained it, he needed to see you and he needed you to understand why he did what he did. He meant what he said, he’d fill every ocean on the fucking planet with blood, sweat and tears if it meant your happiness. He’d go back to the life he left to ensure your safety.

Fine.

If the rest of the day was the worst day possible he could deal with that, he could deal with anything as long as it meant getting to see you when he got off. He truly didn’t know how you would react or what it meant for the two of you going forward. He could only hope for the best. Whatever that even was.

You spent the rest of the day thinking about what he could possibly explain to you, it was clear that he wasn’t as interested as you thought before. Would you even believe it, whatever his excuse was? Or would you immediately forgive him because it meant he would be back in your life, would you forget it even happened and go back to playing girlfriend. You wanted to forget, to act like it never hurt, but you wanted him to understand how it felt. To be treated like the top of the world and then dumped like you meant nothing.

You wore red.

That was the first thing Frank noticed as you walked up his driveway clad in a flowy red sundress, you remembered his favorite color and the conversation about wearing it the next time you saw him. Forgiveness was in there somewhere, he knew it. You noticed he was wearing that damn cowboy hat again, damn he was playing a hard game.

“Thanks for coming darlin’, I was kinda worried you wouldn’t.” He didn’t stand up from his chair on the porch to greet you, in some way you were kinda glad but you mostly figured it’s because you’re on his porch and everyone can see.

“Yeah, I just hope you’ve got something real good up your sleeve.” You responded bluntly, sitting in the chair next to him and smoothing your dress out. “You’re an asshole, Frankie.’

“I know, I fuckin’ know baby. Just listen, okay? I’ll explain and then you can fuckin’ obliterate me but I need you to listen.” He sat up straighter, reaching to take one of your hands in his, rubbing his thumb across the top.

“We don’t have all night, I suggest you start talking.” He could’ve swore he saw a hint of a smile playing on your lips as you spoke.

“Your dad, I know I can’t blame it all on him. He came to me, after I left your room, and he hinted he was a bit suspicious of us. What he said doesn’t matter, just know he was suspicious. He said he had a date planned for me, thought it would be nice for me to meet a woman ‘my own age’ and gave me the information. Darlin’, if I said no he would’ve caught on the next time I spent more than a minute with you, I did this for us. For you, baby. I didn’t touch her, barely spoke the whole time. She spent more time talking about her ex-husband, I’m not sure she even knew my name,” you giggled at that, she didn’t deserve to know him,”Took her home, didn’t give her my number. Nothin’. I came here and thought of you, all night. Thought about how I was supposed to tell you. I felt gross, and I’ve done bad things darlin’. Bad things.”

“I don’t care what bad things you’ve done, because that’s not you. Not now.” You whispered, taking your free hand and caressing his cheek. He leaned into your touch, so soft and warm.

“That’s the thing, I’d do it again. I’d do all those bad things again, for you.” He admitted, watching you process his words. It should’ve scared you, should’ve made you run off his porch and block his number. It excited you, made your core throbbed at the thought of someone loving you enough to do those ‘bad things’ he spoke of. You were smart enough to make your own conclusions about what he meant.

“But why did you ignore me? That really hurt, Frankie. It really fucking sucked.”

“I told you. I felt gross, undeserving of you. I went on a date with someone who wasn’t you and it was eating at me, even if my reasons were just.” He truly looked apologetic, you came here looking to stick it to him but you melted the second he started talking. He did it for you and you were sat thinking he just didn’t like you and wanted a quick fuck.

“Frankie..” You whispered, looking at him like he’d hung the moon and all the stars. Scanning the other houses to predict who could’ve seen you here.

“Don’t do that. Don’t look at me like that, darlin’.” He groaned, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. You were a goddamn dream.

“I’d like a tour of your bed.” You giggled, the way you figured was he at least owed you some sort of makeup sex. You were melting the second he said he’d do bad things for you, he had to fix the problem he started.

“Mmm I can arrange that, c’mon cowgirl.” He tightened the grasp on the hand he was holding and led you inside, it smelled just like he did. Slight scent of gunpowder, tobacco from the cigars he smoked with your father, some sort of leather and coffee. You could drown yourself in the scent.

“Your place is so…you.” You observed. There were more cowboy hats hung up by the door, more boots on the floor, a whiskey cabinet in the living room which led you to assume everything else was held in his kitchen, the lighting was dim.

“Might shock ya to hear that I live here.” He teased, leading you through the kitchen and down a hallway to his bedroom. His room was sparsely decorated, he was only a man what could he say.

“I would’ve never guessed.” You smiled, letting go of his hand to flop down on his bed. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as yours, didn’t have nearly as many blankets and pillows.

Frank slid his hands down your thighs as they hung off the bed, admiring the sight of you in his bed. He didn’t deserve you or what you were about to give him. But Frank Castle was a greedy man, he’d take everything you were willing to give. Especially when it came to you. He slowly massaged your thighs, moving both hands to one of your legs and massaging all the way down. You propped yourself on your elbows, watching him curiously as he massaged you.

“What’re you doing, Frankie?” You asked softly, genuine curiosity present in your voice. His lips lifted at the nickname, as they did every time you called him that since the first time.

“Jus’ lovin’ on my lady, do you have a problem with that?” He tilted his head down and raised an eyebrow, the cowboy hat slipping a bit as he did so.

“Nope, no problems. Just thought you were gonna take me to bed, ‘s all.”

“You know how to pick my brain, findin’ all the right things to say and when to say ‘em. My pretty girl, made just for me. Ain’t that right?” He let go of your leg, hiking your dress up so he didn’t sit on it when he straddled your waist. “Knew this was gonna happen, huh? Did ya find the laciest red panties you could find? You got words, I know you do.”

“For you, told you I’d do it.” You pulled the top of the dress down to realize the matching lacy red bra, all for your Frankie. He let out a low groan, you were too good to a man who didn’t deserve you. Too tainted to touch the pureness of your soul.

Frank helped you out of your dress, throwing it into the corner of his room, he stared at you a long time. The matching red set was something out of his dreams, he wanted to sear the image of you wearing it in his bed in his head forever. He ran his hands over your stomach, your thighs, anywhere his hands could reach. It’s crazy how fast a person can come to mean so much to you, especially when they’d been around for years. One night changed everything for the both of you, changed the meaning of love for Frank. He’d figure out how to get your dad on board late, for tonight you were his sweet thing to make sweet love to.

The cowboy hat was left on at your request, he didn’t mind as long as you kept letting the giggles out when it bumped your forehead as he thrusted up into you. Your red bra was left on at his request, a reminder that this was all for him. That it was all real and not some cruel dream. Your moans and whimpers a sweet symphony to his ears, he’d pay over and over and over to hear. Your nails gripping his back, when he checked in the mirror later that evening it’d be adorned with light pink scratches and half moons scattered across it, holding onto him like he was going to disappear again. His thrusts were slow but deep, hitting all the right spots inside you, his hands holding your head to look at him as he showed you everything he couldn’t say with words.

His words were equally dirty and sweet, just like him.

“Pretty baby, you feel how you’re squeezin’ me?”

“God, gonna lock you away. Keep you all to myself, use you when I want. Make you my pretty housewife.”

“”S alright baby, Frankie’s got you. Gonna take good care of this pussy, make ‘er feel good.”

The two of you came together, he talked you softly through the whole thing. Peppered kisses across your face and down your neck, praising you for how good you did even though he did all the work. He traced his initials, FC, above your heart with his fingers before placing a kiss right where he traced. Marking you, invisibly, as his forever and ever.

“Don’t ever go on another date with another woman.” You teased softly, looking up at him when you came to.

“I’m not doin’ nothin’ with another woman that’s not you. Promise, darlin’.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips, nipping at your bottom lip and pulling away to look at your face. He wiped away the sweaty hairs that had stuck themselves to your face.

“Good, my Frankie.”

“Your Frankie.” He’d softened in his older years, in his years with you he’d soften even more than previously thought. Frankie, as he came to be known to everyone you introduced him to, never could say no to you. That included the day you decided you wanted to tell your dad about him, you were tired of sneaking around. Even if it was fun. You’d been in an actual established relationship for a while at that point, he was going to find out eventually. In true Frankie fashion he sighed, shot back the rest of his whiskey and said Okay, darlin’. The mental battle he fought, briefly, about you lost the second you assured him you’d traverse it together. Loving you was the best thing Frank Castle would ever come to do in all his life.

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The Barbecue. Silence can never be bought, only rented (pt. 5 of 6)

5k / dbf!Joel x f!Reader, 18+ / pt 1 / master list

The long-awaited HOG (hot old guy) barbecue. Joel watches in the reflection of the window as you get out of the pool and grab a towel. You follow him inside. "Don't tell me that made you jealous," you say. "Turned me on," he responds, and you can tell.

NEXT: part 6 / Story Master List

WARNINGS/NOTES: NSFW 18+ dry humping, vaginal fingering, jacking off, brief oral (M receiving), semi-public-ish, swallowing, alcohol, irresponsible cook-out behavior, DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE, some angst, reader wears Joel's shirt, lack of PIV, blue balls. Do not read the dad as your actual dad!

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You don’t hear from Joel for days. The first day, you’re a mess of feelings, pinballing between numb and smitten.

You feel like you don't really know anyone in your life. The people you thought were closest are perfect strangers. You don't trust anyone. Your roommate is spending all her time with that friend of Chad’s. Your friend from home is on a trip overseas and won’t be back until the day after Independence Day. You feel like you don’t have anyone to hang out with, talk to, or even sit in silence with. You’re lonely and pensive.

On the other end of the spectrum, your mind (and body) frequently drift to that long-awaited kiss, and everything that happened in that hotel suite. You almost feel like if you can sleep with Joel, everything will be right in the world, even when it’s all wrong. Even when he’s part of what’s wrong. You know it’s illogical.

One afternoon, for a change of scenery, you go to the bookstore with the cafe where you work. Maybe you’re clinging to the last bit of familiarity that’s left. On the bulletin board at the entrance, there’s a flyer for Chad's band playing at your favorite spot. That must be why he originally came by the cafe the other day.

While you’re in the middle of the bookstore, you get a text from Joel and your face burns when you open it. It’s a disappearing dick pic. Not just his dick. It’s a blow job POV including his dick. “Your souvenir,” he says, like that’s all that happened. Your blood boils but also rushes to your loins.

That’s all he has to say to you? You respond, “really?” He’s trying to act like that whole car ride never happened.

“Wanna talk about it?” he responds. It’s nice that he offers, and your heart probably swells a little too much at the basic decency, but you’re actually not sure you want to talk about it. You’re almost afraid to find out more. You already wish you could rewind and live in blissful ignorance.

After an exhausting day of stewing and sulking, you decide to go to Chad’s show. It feels pathetic, but who cares? The way you see it, you don’t have anything to lose. Chad can’t hurt you anymore. It’s hard to imagine anyone who could. You text Chad to let him know you’re coming. He doesn’t text you back.

When you get to the venue, you don’t see anyone you know, at first. There’s still another band to play before them, so they should be hanging out near the merch table and you make your way over there. Finally, you see their drummer behind the cash box, then you see Chad’s hair from the back. The drummer says something to Chad, then Chad looks over at you. Your stomach turns when you see his face. You can only see half of it, but there’s a gauze bandage across his eyebrow and upper cheekbone. His mouth is scabbed over. Joel. Chad makes himself scarce as soon as he sees you.

You finally respond to Joel, “not really.” And that’s that. But you don’t know how you’re going to face him or your dad when you go home for the holiday.

On Independence Day, you’re so anxious that you drive right past the turn onto Joel’s street. You don’t forget, you just decide not to turn. You go to your friend’s house, even though you know she isn’t there. It’s a familiar place to park your car and try to calm yourself down. You sit there for almost an hour doing nothing but scrolling tumblr and listening to music.

When you don’t arrive at the barbecue, your dad and Joel separately call you and you don’t answer either of them. Based on your degree of dread with each respective call, you realize your dad is the one you least want to see. You’re not really harboring much negativity toward Joel at this point.

Frank texts you and you finally take a deep breath and decide to show up. Your plan is to detach as much as possible and let yourself leave as soon as you’re uncomfortable.

You pull up to Joel’s house wearing a bikini and the flannel with a change of clothes in your Billy Loomis tote. Pretty much everyone is already at Joel’s house. Tommy and Maria, Bill and Frank, your dad and stepmother, a couple of Joel’s neighbors, and two of your dad’s work friends, rounding out the requisite hot old guys (HOGs), according to your friend, at least. One of the HOGs, Steve, always looks at you like a piece of meat. You used to think he was just an old creep, but now he strikes you as a bit of a DILF.

A light breeze carries the smell of propane and pork butt as you approach the pool gate. Only Frank is in the pool. You’ll probably hang out with him the whole time. Joel is at the grill in swim trunks and t-shirt, talking to one of your father’s work friends. He doesn't even look up when you open the gate. His swim trunks sure do show a lot of thigh.

Your stepmother is all over your dad. You pry him off with a hug out of spite and to face your fears. Then, you go to the grill and hug Joel from the side. It’s way too hot to stand there long.

“There she is,” Tommy announces on the other side of the grill. He’s talking to a guy you don’t recognize who turns around and does a double-take.

“This is Jesse, he works with your dad.”

He extends his hand and says “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Hmm, that sounds ominous." You can imagine being very attracted to Jesse even a week ago, but suddenly you don't have interest in anyone under 40.

"Well I heard you like to swim, at least. I didn't wanna swim alone," Jesse says.

Frank has a tray at the side of the pool with a glass of wine and his phone on it. He puts his glass of wine down when you walk up.

"Thank God, I've been drinking by myself," he says.

"And what kind of pairing is this for your pork butt?" you tease him as you sit down on the edge and put your feet in. Bill just barely raises his glass to wave at you. He's sitting alone under the shade of an umbrella, wearing khakis and a button-down shirt.

"Hey I think I have this shirt," Frank says, and takes the flannel between his thumb and finger. He studies it contemplatively for a moment. You catch up with Frank for a while.

You call over to the grill, "Joel are you gonna swim?"

"I'm on butt duty," he says.

Frank gives you an inquisitive look then asks if you're gonna get in.

You put your stuff down on a chair, take the shirt off, and start applying sunscreen. Joel watches as you rub it into your bikini top. Then you turn around to give him a side view as you rub it into the part of your butt cheeks hanging out of the bottoms.

Jesse moseys over within seconds and takes off his shirt. And well, damn. When Jesse raises his eyebrows at you, you realize you've been staring while lazily reaching over your shoulder and applying sunscreen. You were really just looking at his tattoos. Mostly.

“Nice ink,” you say.

"Need a hand?" He asks. Why not? You hand Jesse the sunscreen and watch his face as he squirts some into his palm. He bites his lip.

You turn around facing the pool – facing Joel – and stretch out one leg in front of you, keeping the other bent, while Jesse rubs lotion into your back. He doesn’t do it in an erotic way, but you curl your toes and subtly bite your lip as though it is. You let your legs fall open a bit.

You lower yourself into the pool and have small talk with Jesse for a minute, then Joel says your real name for once and it makes your eyes go wide. He doesn't say it that loud but you still hear him from across the pool. "Gimme a hand?" He asks.

Jesse stays in the pool and awkwardly makes small talk with Frank.

Joel watches in the reflection of his big living room windows as you lift yourself out of the pool and get a towel. You follow him inside to the small, secondary kitchen and he closes the door behind you..

He pins you up against the counter, already aroused, and further hardens against your wet swimsuit, flooding you with desire from your core to your chest.

"Havin' fun?" He growls in your ear.

"Don't tell me that made you jealous."

"Turned me on," he says, low and horny.

He kisses your chin, then your neck. Your hands wrap around him and grab his ass, pulling him into you harder with your own soft grunt.

He slips his hand under the damp cup of your bikini top, his fingers curving around the side of your breast, thumb resting at your cleavage. His warm palm pushes your cold, hard nipple as he firmly cradles your breast, his hand applying slow pressure in rhythm with his hips. Your knees are weak. You're dripping, not just from the pool.

He wraps his arms around you and slides his warm hands into the sides of your swimsuit bottom, grabbing hold of your cold ass cheeks. He groans, "God almighty.”

He kneads your ass, pulling you into him and his rock-hard length. He kisses your neck and grinds himself into you. The feeling of his warm, thick rod slowly rutting against your clit drives you mad. You couldn’t get any wetter. If you don't have this man inside you soon, you might actually die. You reach into his shorts and use your other hand to try to take them down. He doesn't stop you.

But there’s a knock at the door. Good Lord. You know who it's going to be.

Joel puts his dick away and removes a big pan of coleslaw from the fridge. He hands you the coleslaw while you open the door.

"Am I interrupting anything?" She asks.

"No," You say, then cock your head and add "Am I?" You hold eye contact for several seconds, then hand her the cole slaw and ask, "don't you and Dad have some catching up to do?"

Your stepmother takes the coleslaw outside.

You close the door behind her. “Basement?,” you ask, and start toward the pantry at the back of the space. There’s a hidden staircase that opens into the movie theater downstairs.

Joel groans and rubs his beard. “Later,” Joel says with a sigh. “We better go back out.”

You scoff. “Really?”

“Go on back outside.” He opens the door to the main kitchen.

When you get back to the pool, Jesse's already gone, talking to your dad. When you get back in, Frank says, "You little minx." He's got Instagram pulled up on his phone and shows you a picture from several years ago of Joel and him together, both wearing the shirt you arrived in. "Tell me everything."

Your face gets hot. “Seems to be a popular shirt,” you say.

"No," Frank says. "Shirt's just the kicker. There's something about the way you say each other's names. They sound like a secret." Frank is good at reading people.

"What, you think I fucked him? I didn't." At least you don't have to lie about that.

"Maybe not yet," he scoffs. Frank looks behind you and covers his mouth, then says “Look at his shirt." Yeah, Joel’s shirt has just the right wet spots. In theory, they could've been from a hug. It basically was a hug.

"Ever heard of a hug?" you say.

Frank raises his eyebrows then holds up his glass of wine and "accidentally" clinks his wedding ring on it before downing the rest. Bill hears it and comes over with the bottle. Frank gives him a look with the slightest nod across the pool, like he can't even wait a couple hours to share his new gossip. Bill's eyes dart over to Joel, then meet Frank's eyes again. As usual, no reaction is visible on Bill's face, aside from a twinkle in his eye. "Everything to your liking, sir?" he asks Frank.

Frank smiles, "Come on, at least dip your feet," but Bill leaves. Just as well, Frank's not done prodding you.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me," Frank shrugs. "But I know you want to. . . and my lips are sealed. . ."

Frank is one of the most trustworthy people you know, so you don't worry about him spilling it. You just don’t feel like saying it out loud and putting words to it. Once it exists in the air, it’s something that can be broken. Something that can fall apart.

You panic and tell Frank about Joel and your stepmother instead. You claim you're just keeping Joel close for now while you decide what to do. You leave out any details about what close means.

The initial look on his face is horror, then Frank looks like he's going to cry. "Are you okay?"

"Chill," you say, looking around nervously. "Jesus, how much wine have you had?"

"Sorry, I just. I'm sorry. I know it's hard. That's all." He hugs you, and over Frank’s shoulder, you see Joel looking across the pool with his brow furrowed even more than usual.

"Well, don't forget my dad cheated on my mom with her, so, whatever," you say.

"Well, exactly. That's why I worry-"

Your face tells him to stop, so he changes the subject. "So what about that guy from the band, is that still a thing?"

You sigh. "Chad? No. Nothing juicy, just no."

"Got it," he says and you know you can trust him not to bring it up again. He follows your eyes back to Joel. You’re not off the hook, but at least you don’t have to talk about it.

The actual meal is relatively uneventful. It’s hard to be around your father right now. Deep down, you knew there were secrets. You knew he wasn’t the most upstanding man. You never fully trusted him after what he did to your mom. But at this point, he feels like a stranger. You’re almost glad his wife is cheating on him.

Steve, the hotter of your dad’s non-Joel friends, tries hitting on you. Asks if you like to party. Says he bets you get pretty wild after a few drinks. Pressures you to do shots with him. Why not, you think. You do one shot, but make Joel join in.

“Bad fuckin’ influence over here,” Joel says and gives Steve a slap on the back. Steve tries to egg you on to do more, but you don’t and neither does Joel.

"That's why we call him Mr. One Shot," Jesse says. laughing at his own joke.

Joel bristles at the nickname and crosses his arms, jamming his hands under his ungodly biceps.

Steve lowers his voice and asks Joel, "How many shots in Uvalde?" Joel doesn’t answer.

"One," Jesse says. "Miller’s too modest, you're embarrassing him," he laughs.

Joel tenses. "Give it a rest, Jesse. Have some discretion."

Jesse looks at your end of the table and swallows. “Right”

Your stepmother abruptly changes the subject. She asks Jesse how old he is and why she hasn’t seen him before. She’s drunk, and every time she looks at Jesse, she looks like she could eat him alive.

Your dad elbows Jesse. “I think my wife likes you,” he says with a wink. It’s awkward.

Joel’s face is a little pink from the sun, and it looks good on him. He’s looking at your face, but not making eye contact. He seems to be in a trance. You kind of feel like you should still be mad at him, but for some reason, you’re not. And you’re not going to deprive yourself out of spite. You can feel Frank noticing every detail of this.

Bill pours the last of a bottle of wine, and you volunteer to go to the wine cellar. Bill says they’ve had enough. Frank protests that he wants one more glass. He asks you for a German Riesling, with a wink. You subtly shake your head at him, falsely denying what he knows you’re up to.

You stand in the wine cellar, enjoying the cool air, then sit on a cabinet that spans the whole back wall. It’s only a few minutes before you hear Joel’s flip flops echoing down the stairs, presumably with the pretext of helping you find the wine. He crosses the cellar without even glancing at the wine. “Leavin’ for the fireworks in 15,” he says.

He has that horny look in his eyes and there’s already a bulge in his swim trunks. The way his t-shirt stretches over his pecs and arms — God damn.

When Joel reaches you, his massive hands part your knees, then lightly stroke your bare thighs. His lips brush your temple as he says, “You’re gonna get me in trouble one of these days.”

“That’s the idea,” you say as his hands wrap around your back and he slides you closer to the edge of the cabinet. When your crotch comes to rest against his, an acute desire floods your breasts. You squeeze his sides with your thighs, then roll your hips into his arousal and hook your hands under his arms, bringing him closer.

You slide your hands down his back and into his swim trunks, feeling his ass and bringing the trunks down. At the same time, you pull his hips into you and the swell of his hard-on against your clit makes you throb with need. You start to untie your bikini bottoms while he gropes a breast.

His mouth latches onto your neck. You let the front of the bottoms fall between your thighs, and tilt your hips in just the right way. He brings a hand between your legs and drags his flattened fingers up and down your slippery seam, then thrusts two of them inside and you moan.

“Fuuck,” he breathes.

You grab his cock. “Come on,” you beg as you tug him. He takes his hard length from you, holds it in his hand, and furrows his brow as he pumps his fingers slowly in and out of you. You try to read his face. He breathes heavily as he fingers you.

“Fuck me already,” you beg.

He looks down at himself and shakes his head no, but looks pained by his own answer.

“We both know it’s gonna happen,” you say.

He takes a deep breath as though to restrain himself. “Maybe so, but not tonight.”

He removes his fingers and brings the tip of his cock to your dripping entrance. A bolt of need shoots through you. He dwells there for a moment, takes another deep breath, then lays his stiff manhood vertically against your seam and pulls you tight against him. Then he grinds wetly against your aching clit, and your hips roll into him. Your head falls back and you moan. Your eyes are watery.

“God, Joel. . .this is . . .so dumb. . . just fu-”

You cut yourself off with a moan as he quickens his pace and grunts.

“Pleeease.”

“Shhhhhhh,” he says. You’re on the verge of coming and on the verge of tears. He holds you tight for leverage then goes jackhammer pace.

“Joel. . .”

“Come for me, sugar,” he pants. And not long after, you do. You clench around nothing, pulse against him, and you hear the echo of a breathy “Joel” you didn’t know you said.

He takes his cock in his hand again and looks at you with his pupils blown wide. His breath is ragged as he strokes himself. You find yourself slipping down off the cabinet. He doesn’t deserve what you’re about to do, you just want it for yourself, for whatever reason. He steps back and you squat down to face level with his cock. You hover your mouth over it, then wrap your lips around the head, and he comes with an echoing groan before you take any of the shaft into your mouth. His cum even tastes unattainable. Your eyes sting.

You fix your swimsuit and compose yourself.

“C’mere,” he says and hugs you. You don't really hug him back. You wipe a tear off your cheek. He tries to kiss you, but you’re too upset, and it would make you need him even worse than you already do.

Joel’s phone rings and he picks it up. “We’re comin’,” he says. “C’mon, let’s go.” He puts his arm around you but your demeanor doesn’t soften. You’ve had it with him depriving you.

“Ya know, maybe it’s a good night to talk to my dad,” you threaten as you near the top of the stairs.

“Damn, Trouble.” You can't tell if he’s impressed or judging you. “I said not tonight. I didn’t say never.”

That makes you think twice, at which point you realize what you just did. . .You tried to blackmail Joel for sex.

He adjusts his shorts. God, what’s become of this situation in just a few days - you try to put it out of your mind. You can beat yourself up over it later.

Joel stops you with his hand on yours before you open the door. “Look,” he continues. “Before you do anything stupid, there’s somethin’ I should tell you later.”

You lean against the wall and cross your arms. “Lemme guess, you and Dad are up to some shady, dangerous shit.”

“Nothin’ to do with that,” Joel says, lowering his voice.

“So you are.”

“Dangerous, yes, shady, no. We’re the good guys. Less you know ‘bout that, the better.”

“Why?”

“For your safety.”

You open the door to the living room and people are milling around deciding who’s riding with whom to the fireworks. Frank says, “hey, she didn’t get bricked in,” and hands you your bag from outside so you can change.

You and Joel ride with Bill and Frank to the fireworks. Frank keeps looking back and making small talk, but you and Joel mostly look out your opposite windows. You get to thinking about what Joel said. Not tonight. . . I didn’t say never. . . If he means that, maybe it’s worth the wait. Maybe you should hear him out, whatever he has to tell you.

During the fireworks, you come around a little. Joel playfully covers your ears, knowing you’ve always hated loud noises. When Bill and Frank drop you off at Joel’s afterwards, everyone is going their separate ways. You're relieved to see your dad and stepmother drive off before you have to say goodbye.

You start to go to your car, wanting to quit while you're ahead and not end up begging for it again. Joel stops you with gentle hands on your shoulders.

"Come in for a minute. Let's talk." A pit opens in your stomach.

The two of you go in through the pool gate. “Lemme make you a drink,” he says. That sounds even worse.

. . .

Joel hands you your favorite cocktail, then comes around the bar with his own drink to sit on the stool next to you. He takes a deep breath and puts his hand on your knee. He seems almost as nervous as you are. You can't remember seeing him nervous before.

“Yeah?” you prompt him.

He nods and takes a sip of his drink, then looks you in the eye. He puts his glass down, then takes yours out of your hand and puts it down on the counter too.

He swivels you toward each other. He looks like he's about to say something, then something changes in his eyes. He cradles your head with both hands, lays his lips into yours, and kisses you slow and hard, his tongue dipping into your mouth.

After a few seconds, you don’t even notice the taste of his whiskey, and his hands trace your body on their way down to your thighs. It’s intense but tender. You can’t help but feel like it’s some kind of a kiss goodbye. It scares you. He slides off the stool and gets in between your knees, tries to put your legs around him again, and that’s certainly where your legs want to go. But you want to hear what he has to say first.

You pull away and your hand drifts up to your lips. They buzz from his fervor. Your chest rises and falls.

“Spit it out,” you tell him.

“Right," he says. "I dunno if you’re still gonna wanna. . .” He downs his drink. It’s hard for you to imagine anything that would make you not want to fuck him anymore.

Finally, he begins. "Alright. . . ‘member what I said at lunch the other day, 'bout how monogamy isn’t for everyone?"

"Yeah." If this is all to say it’s not for him, it’s not hitting like much of a bombshell. Now, if he's going to tell you about other people he's fucking–when he's not even fucking you—that's a different story.

"Well," he clears his throat and looks away. "Your dad-"

You interrupt him with a loud sigh. "Just because he cheats doesn't mean you can sleep with his wife." You’re annoyed he’s even going there.

Joel holds up his hands as though to tell you to slow down. "Lemme finish. 'member what I said, how even in a marriage, some couples. . . ." He tries to make you fill in the blanks for yourself, but you won't. "Okay,” he shifts in his seat and begins to gesticulate vaguely. “Your dad and stepmother, they have an arrangement."

You feel the blood drain from your face. You think about the way she was eyeing Jesse. "Gross," you say.

He swallows and nods regretfully as you process this. He waits patiently as your heart races along with your thoughts, then you spill them out all at once. "I dunno why I would believe you. OR why you would believe her. Is that what she told you?” You laugh. “Whatever. Even if it's true, you aren't just any guy-"

"He knows," Joel says almost somberly. “About me.”

"Oh, he knows?" you laugh. He couldn't possibly. This is a terrible attempt at defusing the whole situation for himself. And yet, he looks like he feels bad for you.

"The first time, he talked me into it."

Deep breaths. "That's insane. That's. . .this is your new plan? Try to convince me my dad is some perverted cuckold?"

"No, not like that." He shivers in disgust. "Damn, Trouble. That's where your head went? No. . . when he. . .it was like. . . a swap.”

Your stomach turns.

“Okay, remember my date to Bill and Frank's wedding? The stripper?” Your heart sinks. “Your dad, um, really liked her, and-"

"I get the picture," you say, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose, recalling that your dad did in fact really like Joel's date. It was embarrassing.

"It was casual with me and. Shit, what was her name. Anyway, we were all stayin' in that hotel gettin' sloshed at the pool, an-"

You open your eyes and say, "Yeah, I got it, okay?" Then, you walk over to the sofa to sit down. He follows you. You feel sick to your stomach and don't want to hear another word about it. You cross your arms and slouch, sitting in silence for a moment.

He hesitantly puts his hand on your knee, sending a rush of blood to your loins. You don’t know what to feel.

"Did you really end it with her?" You ask.

He sighs. "More or less."

Now rage starts simmering in your chest.

"Told her I wanted a break.”

Unbelievable.

“That just — it lessens the blow. But trust me, I'm not doin' it again. Especially after how she’s been actin’."

You wish you could believe him.

You ask, "Why'd you let me think it was some huge secret?"

He's quiet for a moment.

"I don’t think your dad would appreciate you knowin’ about it," he says. "But I was gonna tell you anyway."

“Yeah, right.”

“‘Yeah. . . ‘member all those calls you ignored?”

“But then I got to thinkin’ about it, and I guess. . . .”

"What?”

"I," he pauses and sighs. "Shit, I dunno, it was hot. Really hot. The way you acted, thinkin' you had somethin' over me. . .never saw that side of you before."

Now this you can believe.

"Next day, still thought about tellin’ ya. But after the pool, there was no goin’ back. I mean, damn."

There’s a sparkle in his eye as he reflects on that. He adjusts himself, which always makes you tingle, even now. Especially now? God, you have no idea.

"Guess it kinda did somethin' to me,” he says. He raises his eyebrows and gives your thigh a rub, but you flinch. It isn’t personal, you’re just on edge, but his eyes get sad and he takes his hand away, resting it in his lap as he sits back lazily on the couch.

You ask, "So why tell me now?"

"I dunno, maybe I'm growin' a conscience."

You try to make sense of that, but you can’t. Why would he feel guilty about you doing something as depraved as blackmailing him into sex?

"Woulda been hot as hell though. Maybe I shoulda let ya go through with it. Damn.”

It sounds like everything is up to him, and apparently, it is.

He hesitantly rests his hand on your back and slowly rubs it. You take a deep breath and sigh audibly. You’re melting under his fingertips.

He lowers his voice, “So, now that you know everything . . .”

His phone buzzes. When he looks at it, he tenses and sharply inhales.

“Your dad’s here,” he says.

And your car is still parked outside in the turnaround.

Planning for the next chapter to be the last in this story. . .

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smut-angel · 2 years

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learning curve

warnings: age gap (45 y/o x 23 y/o), cis! fem (black) reader, dry humping, kissing, cursing, mention of masturbation, virgin! reader

18+ only

reblogs & comments are highly encouraged!

tags: @celestianstars

“was that okay?” you ask meekly. it was just a simple peck- 15 seconds that nearly made you dizzy. frank nods, biting his lip trying to hold down a large grin. “yeah, that was nice,” he replies softly, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. he leans in again, teasing you as his nose softly grazes against your own, your lips open, desperate to touch his again. finally, he breaks the gap and pecks your lips. soon, the pecks form into kisses of longing and desire.

“bet the guys at school are lining up for you,” he said, seemingly out of nowhere.

“no, definitely not. guys at school don’t want me, i’m not their type.”

“no way. you’re a pretty girl…hell, you’re my type.” the usual confidence in his voice began to dip as he realized he was speaking to his best friend’s 23 year old daughter. quickly, he broke eye contact with you, looking down at his boots, trying to think of a way to backtrack on his words.

“i’m your type?” you ask him, fiddling with your cuticles.

“i mean, yeah… if i were younger, of course.”

“guys my age aren’t into me… i haven’t even kissed anyone,” you confessed. you weren’t sure why you even mentioned the kissing part, it just felt like something he should know.

“bullshit!” frank exclaimed.

“i’m serious!”

“you’re 23 and never kissed anyone?” frank was in true disbelief.

“i’m a late bloomer,” you shrugged. before you knew it, frank was offering to teach you how to kiss properly.

“okay,” he says after pulling away. you feel yourself begin to frown at the emptiness that now hovers over your lips. “this is the part where you use your tongue,” he says slowly. “are you okay with that?” you nod a bit too eagerly, making frank chuckle a bit. this time, you lean into him first, capturing his lips smoothly as you’ve gotten used to the feeling. suddenly, his tongue grazes your bottom lip.

as you gasp, he slips the pink muscle expertly inside your mouth. you moan quietly as your pussy begins heats up at the new sensations. naturally, your fingers wrap around his neck and play through his dark curls. the wet sounds of your lips and tongue smacking and colliding made frank’s cock twitch and you more and more damp by the second. somehow, the kiss gets deeper, and frank’s large hand hooks around your waist. you take this opportunity to get closer to him, pushing him back into the couch, throwing you leg over his lap as you now hung over him.

“guess you’re getting the hang of it,” he says after pulling away for air. you both laugh, going at each other’s mouths again. you can't help but to rock your hips a bit while the pads of his thumbs rub on on each side of your waist.

he tests the waters by lifting the hem of your shirt up a few inches, and running his hands a bit farther down your back until they’re both planted on your ass. the more parts of your skin touched the more flustered you became. the coarseness of his beard on your cheeks, his calloused hands and rough fingertips on your hips, his soft curls between your fingers. he faintly tasted like bubblegum and morning cigarettes. you’ve never been this intimate with anyone and every second of it was driving you wild. you could feel every small hair on your arms standing at attention. your body felt like it could implode in ecstasy at any moment.

“i need you,” you whisper, foreheads pressed against each other’s, both out of breath from the sloppy kisses.

“we can’t,” he says after a peck of your now swollen lips. you exhale, your hips bucking even more as you now sit up straight over top of his groin. it was as if your brain was in a fog of horniness. you wanted nothing more but for him to rip your clothes off and have his way with you, but your anxiousness to this new world of intimacy and lust made you hesitant.

“god, you’re so pretty,” frank groans, watching you grind on him. “so desperate for me.” like clockwork you felt his erection rise, relieving you slightly of the emptiness that haunted the wetness between your thighs. your sex ached as it clenched around nothing; the friction between your shorts and his rough work jeans on your clit made your body shiver.

frank had never done anything like this before. he’d never thought of dry humping, not even in a fantasy. but being alone here with you, the thrill of your parents coming home at any second but you both being too needy and full of lust to care that it resorted to humping each other in jeans made him deliriously horny. indulging in this, frank began to thrust back into you, imagining himself inside of your plush pussy; how soft and tight you would feel.

“feels…nngh- feels so good, frankie.” your voice was nearly in a whisper; he frowned at the way you were holding back. your teeth captured your bottom lip and your eyes were closed tightly causing your face to scrunch up a bit.

“look at me,” he commanded. frank’s deep voice caused you to follow his directions. his hands gripped your waist even tighter causing you to arch your back. “i wanna hear you. i wanna hear everything.” it was as if frank had a remote control that sent a signal straight to your heat. you moaned on queue as if he had pressed a button to make you do so.

he was so fucking hot like this. underneath you, yet having so much control over you. his dark eyes bore right through yours, feeling like he could see every time you masturbated to the sheer thought of him. his lip twitched upwards, now amused at how loud you were becoming.

“i w-wish you could feel how wet i am,” you confessed.

“you’re so fucking naughty, aren’t you?” he teased, gripping the back of your neck. his tongue danced down your jaw and stopped at your neck where he began to suck at your skin ferociously. this new sensation caused your hips to jolt and mouth to hang open as more erotic sounds began to leak from your lips.

“jesus fucking christ!” you screamed, gripping his hair so hard that his scalp began to tingle. releasing from your neck, frank licked at your clavicle, then back up towards you jaw until his lips were on yours again. his hands found his way to your breasts which you welcomed as you put your own hand over his, feeling the way he massaged and squeezed at them.

teeth clashed as you swallowed one another’s moans. you two humped at each other like animals; sweaty, loud and relentless. your clit began to throb at the pace of a quickened heartbeat. you embraced the familiar feeling, your hips bucking wildly as you chased the impending orgasm.

“frank, i’m- i’m so close! i’m so fucking close!” he held you tighter, the friction of his hardened cock through the denim becoming even more apparent underneath your aching bud.

“cum with me, pretty girl,” frank said through staggered breaths, “cum with me.” again, as if under a spell, you follow his words, your orgasm crashing over you as you quivered and squealed at the sweet release. frank’s heavy groans were muffled in the nape of your neck, which he kissed and nipped at even more once recovering from the aftershocks of his own ecstasy spilling over him.

the smell of sex began to hang in the air, bringing you both to reality. quickly, you leap from frank’s lap, pulling down your shorts as they now felt uncomfortable paired with your sticky panties. frank let out a fake cough, standing to his feet and fixing his shirt, making sure he looked at everything except your eyes.

“tell your dad i’ll be back next weekend to finish the truck, alright?”

“y-yeah. i will.” without another word, frank let himself out. the sound of his engine came through the walls of the quiet house. you stood there, although fully clothed, feeling naked and vulnerable. what the fuck just happened?

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clownd1ck · 7 months

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i left the club early to come home and read fanfic.

#frank castle x reader #joel miller x reader #dbf!joel #frank castle imagine #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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buckyhoney · 1 year

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dbf!frank & reverse cowgirl & more control for him i feel like he’d guide your hips at the pace he wanted making you feel so so full of him 🤤

dbf!frank is 100% an ass man, so the view alone would have him struggling from cumming early, but hearing you gasp and whine on top of him? thats what sends him over the edge and he cums early without shame

#dbf!frank #frank castle #frank castle smut #frank castle x reader #minors dni

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shaylixie · 2 years

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Come As You Are

Word Count: 3463

Genre: (Slight) Angst. Smut. Fluff.

Pairing: dbf!Frank Castle x fem!reader

Requested: No.

Summary: You and Frank have been seeing each other for a while, but you finally find out who Frank Castle really is...accidentally.

Warnings / Contains: Smut; blood. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: I'm a sucker for dbf!Frank so I thought I'd give it a whirl :)) I do plan on writing for this more, so keep a look out if you enjoy it. This is only the beginning. ;)) ✌🏼 Feedback welcome.

Your earphones blare in your ears as you stare up at your ceiling; the only sliver of light coming in through your window.

You hadn't seen Frank for days. Or heard from him. You pick your phone up, disappointed but not surprised when you see no reply yet again. It was worrying you. He hadn't shown up at your place (or rather your parent's place) like he usually did, seeing as though he's your dad's best friend. His house has been awfully empty too...not even a light switched on.

You know something is up. Not just because he was trailing hot kisses down your neck and making you cum on his cock not so long ago; but also because whenever you ask your dad, he avoids the question.

He doesn't know about you and Frank. Obviously. Well, no one knows really. It seemed to happen so fast...but you both felt it building up over time. You started noticing each other more. Glances across the room. Sitting next to each other on the couch. Flirting without thinking any time you were alone, and then stopping abruptly whenever someone came in. You started hugging Frank as a greeting and he started calling you "princess" again...which he hadn't done for a while. Now you're in college, and things seem to be different. Way different. One day your parents left you alone to go on a trip, leaving Frank to check in on you, and the next day you were tangled together in your bed, with him running his fingers up and down your bare back. The tension broke. Ever since then, you and Frank have been seeing each other regularly. In secret. It's not quite exclusive to sex, but it's not quite a relationship either. It's more of a "we have sex and don't see anyone else and have a ton of soft, intimate moments together but don't admit our real feelings out loud and certainly don't label it and most definitely do not tell anyone" kind of...thing. You don't mind.

But sometimes it got difficult. Like now. You couldn't express your worry to anyone without coming across as suspicious. And you couldn't confront your dad about his evasiveness without coming off too strongly.

So you stay there. Lying down. Staring at the ceiling.

That is until you're finally falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning when you hear a noise downstairs, followed by your parents' door opening, closing, and then two voices. Male voices.

Is it-

You practically jump out of bed and rush halfway down the stairs, before slowing your pace. And then stopping dead.

Frank is there alright.

But he's hurt and covered in blood and...and your dad is just looking at him as though this is normal.

What the-

"Frank?" you whisper.

The two heads whip towards you, and Frank's face falters for a split second. You would have missed it if you weren't staring right at him, eyes wide.

"What the hell...what happened to you?" you ask, voice trembling and laced with shock.

He glances away from you, only to look back momentarily and then ultimately turn away.

You approach slowly on socked feet, before being intercepted by your dad.

"Everything's okay, sweetheart. Okay? Go back to bed." He plants a soft kiss on your head.

Your eyes still don't leave Frank, who's avoiding your gaze.

"But-"

"I know...I know. I'll explain later. But I need you to go upstairs now, okay? I've got this."

You meet your dad's gaze for the first time, seeing the worry in his eyes. But you realise that it's for you. Apparently seeing your best friend bruised and covered head to toe in blood isn't as concerning as you thought it'd be. Or maybe he's just used to it? But why-

"Please," he asks, interrupting your thoughts.

You look at Frank again, or rather his back, and swallow.

"Okay. But...okay."

You force yourself to retreat, and walk back to your room rather dazed.

As if you're going to get any sleep now.

Your thoughts have been racing non stop in every direction for about half an hour when you hear a knock at your door.

Wide awake, you say, "Come in."

Your dad peeks his head through, and then quietly sits on the edge of your bed.

You'd think something like that would take a lot longer than 30 minutes, and it just reinforces the idea that maybe this isn't new to them. Whatever "this" is.

"Are you okay?" your dad finally asks.

"You're asking me if I'M okay?"

He lets out a small chuckle, confusing you all the more.

"Well, I'm okay...and it may not have looked like it, but Frank is okay too."

"How do you know? He's covered in blood and bruises and what if he needs medical help and what did he even do to get like that and how are you so calm about this? I don't...I don't understand," you finish tearily.

Your thoughts over the past half an hour have plagued you to the point of thinking about every possible scenario, and you're too scared to mention half of them.

Your dad must see something in your face because he holds your arm gently and says, "Frank isn't a bad man."

You meet his gaze then.

He continues. "Well...I guess 'bad' is relative here. Some people may think he is. Some people may not. Not many agree with him. But he's not evil. He's complicated, but he's a good man. He does everything with good intentions."

"And what is 'everything'?"

Your dad sighs then.

"I can't answer that question for you, sweetheart." At the look on your face, he adds, "It's not my place. Only Frank can do that."

"Can I even ask him?"

He thinks for a second. "I want to say no, because you'll always be my little girl and there's some things I'll always want to protect you from...even if it's just the knowledge of it. But unfortunately you're all grown up now, and I'm afraid I can't stop you even if I wanted to."

You both smile at that.

"I don't know if Frank will tell you though," he admits. "He's just as protective over you as I am...hell, maybe even more."

You grow warm at the thought.

"Does mom know?"

"She does."

Silence fills the room for a minute.

"But he's...okay?" you finally ask.

"He is. Whatever it is that he's doing...he's built for it better than anyone else. That you can believe. Frank has always been able to handle himself. You don't have to worry about that."

"And you?"

Your dad softens even more.

"You don't ever have to worry about me. Okay? Just know that everything is alright...despite what it may have looked like."

You nod, feeling a lot better knowing that things are okay...enough. You'll ask Frank for the truth when you see him again. But for now, you're just glad everyone is safe. You hope.

Your dad kisses you on the cheek and bids you goodnight. When the door closes behind him, you pick up your phone and call Frank...just to make sure. The call cuts about three rings in. Declined. You try to ignore the hurt you feel and instead let sleep slowly take over.

You don't see Frank for about two days after that. Except it's not like before. This time, his lights come on. His house isn't as ghostly. Your dad goes over there now, instead of Frank coming by as usual. You can't help but think that maybe it's because of you...but the thought doesn't make sense. Why would Frank avoid you now? He must know that your dad spoke to you...but you suppose it didn't matter, seeing as though all you got from his end was silence. You didn't want to admit it, but it hurt. More than it probably should have.

Shoving the thoughts aside, you make your way downstairs intent on getting some breakfast. You find your parents in the kitchen, seemingly preparing things.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Morning!" your mom replies. "We're just doing some last minute prep for tonight."

"What do you mean? What's tonight?"

"We're having some friends over, remember?" your dad answers for her. "We made you some breakfast - it's on the table."

"Oh, thanks." You make your way to the table. "I don't really."

"Oh, well...we must've forgotten to mention it," your mom says. "It's just a casual get-together. Thought we'd put that fire pit outside to use."

You nod your head and continue eating, wondering about one thing but not wanting to ask the question. When you finish, you stand up to wash your dishes, listening to your parents buzz about the kitchen.

"Can I help?" you offer once you're done.

"I have a few more dishes to prepare...could you start on those?" your mom asks, handing you the recipe book.

"Okay yeah, cool."

"Careful," your dad teases. "She'll burn down the kitchen with us in it. Maybe on purpose."

You let out a highly sarcastic laugh, and then try to hide your smile. Somehow, your dad's cheesy teasing still made you smile. It's just better to not let him know that.

You work peacefully in the kitchen for a while, with one of your favourite albums playing in the background. Taking your time, you finish off just as the guests are almost to arrive. You don't feel as rushed as you usually would though. Looking at your silent phone, you come to the conclusion that the only person that really matters to you isn't going to show. So you go back to your room and start a new episode, knowing your parents' friends won't mind if you come down a little later.

Two episodes later, you realise you haven't greeted anyone yet...and also you ran out of snacks. Putting the remote aside, you walk out your room and down the stairs. Music is playing outside and you hear laughter accompanied by chatter - your parents' voices standing out the most. You step into the silent kitchen and open the cupboard, perusing the shelves for your next craving.

"There's real food outside, you know."

You spin around at the familiar gruff voice, taken by surprise, not knowing what to say. Frank is leaning casually against the door frame.

"I saw you through the window. Thought I'd come say hi," he fills the silence.

You nod your head slightly, hesitating. "Yeah...you haven't really done that lately."

You turn back around, bringing your attention back to the shelves. Or trying to.

Frank sighs, followed by the sound of his boots crossing the floor. He stops behind you.

"I know. I'm sorry."

You don't turn around. "It's okay."

"Liar."

Your turn to sigh. "I just don't see why you've been avoiding me, Frank." You turn around to face him. "Did I do something?" you ask softly.

His face shifts for a fleeting second.

"No."

"Did you?"

He looks away.

"There are things that you don't know about me, kid."

"Don't call me kid."

He laughs, or rather blows air out of his nose, then his smile disappears just as quickly.

"And I know that," you continue. "My dad told me. Well...he didn't tell me anything. Just that I should ask you. But he told me enough for me to know that there's something you're keeping from me."

"I'm keeping a lot of things from you," Frank replies. The response stings, but he follows it up with, "I care about you way too much to put you in harm's way."

"See...that's what I don't get. What do you even mean by that? You show up covered in blood, with bruises all over your face, and then you say you don't want to put me in harm's way. I don't understand, Frank. I want you to help me to but I...I don't," you sigh.

"I want to help you to understand too," he says quietly but earnestly.

"Then help me."

He glances hesistantly at you, before moving upstairs. You follow him into your bedroom and close the door behind you. He sits on the chair by your desk and you sit on the edge of your bed, waiting.

He rubs his face, and then the truth starts coming out. You listen to each and every word. When he finishes, he just sits there...waiting for your response.

It's a lot to take in. You stay silent for a while, letting it all sink in. Ruminating on his words...his actions. Connecting the dots between all the things Frank did since you knew him that didn't make sense, and the truth that now does. Despite what he's just told you and the millions of things it's made you feel, you feel a sense of relief and peace...you feel like you finally know Frank Castle.

It's this thought that brings you back to reality, and you look up to see Frank still waiting. He looks nervous and pained, as though he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for you to end...whatever this is. To tell him he's a horrible man and that you can't believe you ever let him touch you; that you can't believe your dad would ever see any kind of good in him let alone allow him around you; that he makes you sick and you never want to see him again.

It was what was going through his head anyway.

You stand up instead and walk over to him, gently sitting on his lap and winding your arms around his neck. He breathes out in relief, blinking rapidly, and wraps one arm around your waist while resting the other on your lap.

Planting a soft kiss on his forehead, you say, "You're a good man, Frank Castle."

He rests his forehead against yours.

After a minute, you begin to talk to him, keeping the conversation in a comfortable place for Frank. Despite it being somewhat quick, by the end of it, he's feeling lighter and more relieved than he's felt in a long time. He finally feels seen.

He tilts his head up to kiss you; a sweet kiss.

"I'm sorry for avoiding you. I didn't know what you thought of me, and I didn't want you knowing the truth to put you in any kind of danger..."

"What made you tell me?" you ask, now curious.

"I wanted you to know who I am. The real me. I have for a while now but..." He trails off. "I figured it was safe to tell you since nobody knows, and we're never seen together. Nobody would think to hurt you."

"You think they would try if they found out?"

Frank goes quiet.

"It's happened before."

Silence.

"Oh."

He looks back at you then.

"I won't ever let anything happen to you, you hear me? No matter what, I won't ever let a single person even get near enough to lay a finger on you."

You smile, and peck him softly on the lips.

"I know. I'm not scared anyway," you whisper.

"You don't have to be," he says, capturing your lips once more.

This time, he doesn't pull back. His kiss becomes deeper and you moan at the feeling that you've missed so much. He smirks against you and swipes his tongue across your lip, a silent plea to open. You submit. Your tongues twist together slowly as Frank moves his hand up your thigh. He plays with your waistband and you feel him harden beneath you.

"Wait." You pull back.

Frank backs off instantly.

"My parents...and everyone...we can't do anything here."

A smile crosses his face.

"I told your dad that I'd be up here talking to you...said it might be a while. He agreed; said you'll probably have a lot of questions...and that I should take my time." He smirks. "Wouldn't be right to go against his words, now would it, princess?"

You grin in response, and he picks you up and sits you on the desk, pulling you to the edge. You lift your hips up for Frank to take your shorts off, along with your panties. He kneels down and lifts your legs onto his shoulders, pulling you towards him. His tongue dips into the pool between your thighs and you let out a gasp, tightening your grip in his hair. He breathes out a laugh and the warm sensation has you pushing your hips forward.

"I missed this pretty little pussy of mine so much, baby."

He swipes his tongue slowly through your folds, savouring the taste of your juices, before devouring you with his whole mouth. He laps up your slickness and then wraps his lips around your clit. You moan his name, struggling to keep it quiet, and he swirls his tongue around your clit and flicks over it in response. You grind desperately against his face and feel him smile against you.

"I left you hanging for that long, huh? Gotta make it up to my girl then..."

He starts going harder and faster than before, his tongue writing volumes on your slick, aching clit. He dips his fingers inside you, and starts curling them up against your weak spot. You clench around him and he muffles out a groan. You feel yourself getting wetter and starting to unravel. When Frank hears the familiar quickening of your breath and sees how your head falls back, he says the one thing that always takes you over the edge.

"Cum for me, y/n."

The command in his voice does exactly what he knew it would, making you spill all over his face. He guides you through your high and laps up every single drop as you come down. When he's done licking you clean and you feel more grounded again, he stands up.

"Oh my God, Frank...your face."

Your cum is spread around his mouth, leaking and making a mess. He steps towards you and grips your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up.

"Don't ever apologise for this. You understand, sweetheart?"

You swallow, wanting so desperately to return the favour.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Attagirl."

He bends down to kiss you deeply, messing your mouth up too, and then disappears into the en suite bathroom. You hear the tap running, and when he comes out, his face is clean and dry.

"Now go clean yourself up and come outside. It's rude to ignore guests," he says with a smirk.

You roll your eyes.

He gives you a stern look back and you stand up, ready to do as he said. Pleased, he pulls you into him and kisses you again. Longer this time. And again. And again. He breaks the kiss, still holding you tightly against him.

"If I don't go now, I don't think I'll ever leave," he whispers.

"So don't."

He chuckles. "What, you wanna get caught now, princess?"

"If it means I can stand here and kiss you more, I don't care."

So he kisses you more. Then after a minute, whispers, "I'll see you downstairs, okay?"

You sigh, but know you have to let him go back now.

"Okay."

He kisses you on the forehead.

"Good girl."

You watch as he leaves, and then go to clean yourself up just as the door closes.

Frank walks back outside, only to be intercepted by your dad, who pulls him aside.

"That took longer than I thought..." he says. "She have a lot of questions? How'd she take it?"

Frank hides his relief. "A lot of questions. I told her everything. Everything important, anyway. It was a lot to take in, but she's good now. I think I made her feel better. A lot better."

He hides his smile.

"That's great! I was worried about her for a second there....I think I would have kept her in the dark about this for a lot longer if I could have."

You come outside then, and smile in the direction of your dad and Frank. They smile back, the latter more than the former. You walk over to the guests, who are now getting up to hug you.

Your dad sighs.

"I guess my little girl is all grown up now, huh?"

Frank pats him on the back and brings him closer, both of them watching you.

"Yeah, I guess she is."

They walk back and your dad brings you into a playful hug, eliciting a bunch of "awwww"s and a "daddy's girl", which you all laugh at...and you cringe at, making everyone laugh more.

Frank pulls up a chair for you and grabs your favourite drink, popping the cap off. You smile, touched that he noticed, and settle down next to him...the both of you feeling closer to each other than you ever have before.

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montysstuffs · 2 years

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🍒Cherry Pie 🍒

Dbf!Frank castle X fem reader

Sweet Virginia Jon bernthal>>>>>

AN: Just sooner quick little headcanons before I actually write the whole thing! This is literally all over the place! You can kinda say it’s more of a thought dump!

Minors DNI

•you’re having a bad day at work.

•Shows up to your job to grab your dad a pie for am upcoming bbq

•he stays with you on your break to comfort you

•you both sit in his car and talk about it

•he shushes you as you hug him in the passenger seat of your car.

•your makeup is getting smeared all over his hoodie

•he absolutely hates that you put in all of your effort to doll yourself up, just to have it run down your pretty face

•”you can quit babydoll, there’s nothing holding you back”

•”lemme take care of you, yeah?”

•definitely threatens to beat someone up.

•or as he calls it “set em straight”

•you’re ultimately the bigger person and say no to his offer of hurting someone in your honor

•when your break is over, he promises that he’ll go home to rest

•absolutely not

•he goes inside to grab a coffee while sitting in your section.

•reading a book that no doubt you gifted him a little bit ago

Smuuuuut

•He beckons you over and orders a slice of cherry pie

•He’s messy when he eats it, in more ways than one. He’ll put his thumb in his mouth and expertly suck off the excess cherry filling.

•and of course, two can play at that game

•bending over a table in front of him and letting him have a peek up your skirt/dress

•flirting and laughing boisterously at a group of frat bros that you’re server, just to make him jealous

•”I don’t get jealous easily by little boys, sweetheart.”

•gives you a ride back to his place and he shows you how much better an older man can be

•definitely smokes you out

•your pretty, glossy lips are leaving lip prints all over his cock and hips. The prints smearing as you bob your head.

•”no hands, baby. Lets see how good that mouth is.”

•Sitting on your knees on his floor as he slouches back on his couch. One hand holding the joint, the other cupping your cheek. Looking down at you as you struggle to take all of him without the help of your hands. Your hands are in little fists in your lap like an obedient girl.

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noceurous · 3 months

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too hot to handle

let’s all think about some of our favourite dbf!’s in summer

it is crazy hot outside and you are stuck in a in the same place as him, waiting for your dad to come.

because you have well manners you told him to make himself comfortable while you went to kitchen

the a/c is old and semi-broken so the only solution you have found was to get yourself some sorbe/ice cream to at least stop your organs from boiling inside

you don’t even care to look up to him. busy with some magazine on your lap, as you extended your legs on the coffee table.

you were a pure torture

he can’t even decide whether he should focus on your exposed legs or the excuse of a fabric you called tank top these days or how you licked up the ice cream.

or hide his semi-bulge which was growing each time you licked your ice cream.

when you took last bit inside your mouth like a pro he could not help but groan

you did not even try to hide your smirk

you knew exactly what you were doing to him. and you were enjoying it a bit too much.

he knew he lost it when you put your finger inside your mouth to suck on the sticky liquid

a small moan left your lips, not because of the sweet taste on your fingers. it was just to push him to the edge

“why ‘suck on your fingers babygirl, when I have something better for you to suck right here?”

👀 👀 👀

#dbf!bucky barnes #dbf!frank castle #dbf!joel miller #dbf!steve rogers #dbf!andy barber

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rgslings · 10 months

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requests!

i wanted to start writing one shots or small series on tumblr but don't have any starting ideas! i have my requests open! i mainly right now wanna write for Charlie Cox, Pedro Pascal, Michael Kinsella, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Joel Miller and etc! hopefully this reaches the right audience HAHA i will write 18+ stuff of course my loves and such! just ask please xx

#michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella #matt murdock #dbf!joel #pedro pascal #charlie cox #the punisher #charlie cox x reader #matt murdock x reader #frank castle #pedro pascal x reader #frank castle x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader

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stargirlfics · 2 years

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omg thinking of sending dbf! frank dirty photos while he works (his as a construction worker 😵‍💫😵‍💫) and he sends you a vid of him jerking off at the site omfg

OMFG YES 😮‍💨 you didn’t think he would actually do it when he said if you don’t stop sending him pics he would send some back but now you’re watching a vid of him with his big dick in his hand jerking off in some secluded, walled off part of the job site and you’re like PLEASE COME HOME EARLY UGH 🥵 obsessed with this thot lmao wheww!

#dbf!frank castle #don’t underestimate himmm!

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strawhbrrries · 11 months

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Ride, Cowgirl.

pairing: dbf!southern!frank castle x afab!reader

summary: neither of you can keep last night off your mind, needing more Frank finds comfort in your room.

warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 52), use of pet names, dirty dirty thoughts!!!, mention of a divorced dad?, fingering, sex!!, praise kink asf, oral (f receiving), soft frank, reader calls him frankie accidentally, frank making noise in bed, riding like a cowgirl!!, bearded frank <3, no mentions of y/n, no descriptions of reader, not proofread

word count: 3514 words

author’s note: I’m in love with darlin’ and frank, they are simply the lomls currently. anyway, the end gives the perfect set up for a third part if it is desired!! In the meantime, it’s 1;30 am for me and I need sleep!! please enjoy <3

read the first part cowgirl ! and the next part cowboy hats !

Boyfriend by COIN played on the speaker your dad, conveniently, left outside as you laid on one of the pool loungers. Thoughts of Frank consuming your mind, thoughts of his hands and his voice and the way he smelled and how he looked pain that he couldn’t fuck you in the backseat of his truck. Your fingers finding themselves rubbing the side of your neck, the very spot Frank had found comfort.

“So how did last night go?” Tiff asked, hanging over the side of the pool to look at you. Your heart raced, did she find out? How would she? Did you accidentally call her when you were panting his name like it was the only word you knew? The way you froze as she asked a simple question, immediately made her suspicious of you.

“Huh?” You asked, in hopes of getting her to elaborate just a bit so you could come up with the lie of your life. Or maybe, you should confide in her. She is your girl for life, it’s not like she’s gonna judge you for doing it. If anything, she’d praise you and beg for details.

“After I left? How did the rest of the night go? Your dad doesn’t have the most interesting friends on the planet. All they talk about is work and their lack of wives.” She rolled her eyes, laying her head on her hands and kicking her legs in the water.

“Actually…” You smiled, bringing your knees up to your chest to hide behind them as the blush spread across your body.

“Oh. My. God. Hold on!” She rushed to climb out of the pool, dripping water all over you as she sat on the opposite end of the lounger. If gossiping was a team sport, the two of you would have ten gold medals, if anyone asked you weren’t necessarily talking shit but simply saying how you felt about people.

“So, after you left, Frank and I went to the gas station and I asked if he had been with anyone younger. I don’t know what got into me, Tiff! He just looked so…godly. I wanted to jump his bones the second I came downstairs from changing.” You covered your face with your hands and groaned, the blush was probably becoming permanent at this point. You were going to be bright red for the rest of your life.

“Your dad’s best friend?! Holy shit dude. C’mon spill!” She laughed, prying the hands off your face and sitting expectantly. You were beyond grateful for the fact she wasn’t judging you and was actually interested. Maybe that was a bad thing, you didn’t care.

“Anyway, he said ‘Not yet’ and I was in shock or something! So, I reached over and kinda did a weird caress thing to his beard. I was flyin’ by the seat of my swimsuit, I’ve never been with a man who has any sort of facial hair. But he kissed me, and I mean like Really kissed me.i’ve never been kissed like that before, Tiff. Mind blowing.” Unbeknownst to you, the very man you were speaking about had walked out the back door and could hear the whole conversation. His chest swelled with pride, in some fucked up way he was glad no one had ever kissed you like that. It meant there was a lot more he could do way better than any of the other people you’d been with, and he’d be damned if he didn’t ruin you for any other man out there.

“Your dad is about to come out here, suggest you find somethin’ else to talk ‘bout.” He hollered at the two of you, your head whipping around so fast it was a miracle you didn’t give yourself whiplash, chuckling at the way your eyes widened when you realized he had heard you talking about him. “Quit speakin’ so damn loud anyway, sure the whole neighborhood heard.”

Frank didn’t truly mean what he said, he would love to listen to you retell the story of your escapades, what he didn’t want was your father to hear and put two and two together. He didn’t need to get into some shitty mess with the one constant in his life, he owed more to your dad than he cared to admit and ruining that friendship would send Frank to an early grave. That in no way meant he regretted what he did last night, and everything else he planned to do. He simply wanted to go about all this in a way that wouldn’t cost him his friendship but still gives him his girl, gives him you. He prayed for the first time last night, and he really truly prayed, for a situation where it all works out and he’s not back to square one. With nobody. Again.

“Thanks for the warning, Mr. Castle.” Tiff shouted back, a smug smile playing on her face, giving him a small wave. She nudged your shoulders, giggling at the whole situation. All you wanted to do was shrink and disappear, you couldn’t be more embarrassed. You felt small and helpless, your best friend thought it was hilarious. God if you can hear me, please kill me.

You spent the whole morning thinking about him and the consequence of what you did, how would your next interaction go? Would it be weird? Would he pretend it never happened, that he wasn’t dying to have you right then and there. Yet, here you were no true interaction but you were the one cowering away from it. You were the one trying to pretend like it didn’t happen, when truthfully you wanted to shout it from the rooftops and let everyone know who had given you the best orgasm of your life.

“I’m going to shrink to the size of ant and drown myself in the fuckin’ pool, Tiff. I swear to god.” You slouched as far down in the lounger as you could, squeezing your eyes closed in some desperate attempt to make it all disappear. “Of course he would be here right now.”

“Ants don’t have lungs, they can’t technically drown. Besides, it’s not like he came out here and murdered you, all he did was tell you to be quieter. He also made no indication or mention of last night, so stop lettin’ that pretty head of yours go wild.” Tiff rubbed her hand soothing up and down your arm, she knew better than anyone the way your mind would take someone breathing at you and interpret it as they hate you and want you dead. That’s why she worked so well with you, the sane and grounded to your wild and anxious.

“I don’t think it would matter even if he did, the principle of it all is what’s causing my worries. Do you think worry dolls are still a thing? I could most definitely use one right now.” A groan once again left your mouth, your eyes opening and searching for the older man who was carrying planks of wood across your backyard. Your father walked out of the house, giving you and Tiff a wave before hollering at Frank about whatever they were building.

The whispers and giggles coming from the two of you were intriguing Frank, he wanted to know exactly what you were telling her and what you were intentionally leaving out. He wanted to know if you were even talking about him, or if she was telling you the real reason that I just left abruptly last night. Because he knew, he wouldn’t say anything to you about it unless you brought it up first, but he knew. The work in front of him was becoming increasingly less interesting, he was so close to telling your dad to throw in the towel and call it a day. He didn’t even know what he was building anymore, he truthfully didn’t care but your dad did. That was enough for him to keep going.

“Those two have been out all day, shockin’ they’re not burnt or nothin’.” Your dad commented, planting his shovel in the ground and leaning against it. He smiled your way, not that you noticed as you were preoccupied with Tiff. You were his pride and joy, his baby. He’d murder anyone for you, it was a part of the reason you never brought anyone home.

“‘M not shocked. Last summer, I’m not sure either one of em spent any more than twenty minutes inside. Make sure she- they wear sunscreen, don’t need em getting skin cancer.” Frank was quick to correct himself, not that your dad would’ve found anything wrong with his original statement but he was covering all his bases. Not that he didn’t care for the other girl, Tiff was her name? He didn’t need to know her name, not when he knew yours.

“I’ll make sure to pick some up from the store the next time we make it to the grocery, I know my girl wears some. Not sure ‘bout her friend.” His girl. The words made Frank irrationally angry, you were his daughter but the thought of someone else staking claim over you drove him mad. One night with you and he was acting, and thinking, like you were his wife. Wife. No.

Frank had met your father when you were nineteen, hadn’t met you until you were twenty. It wasn’t like he was truly doing anything wrong but he was going to fight a never ending mental battle about you. Going through every hoop to tell himself neither of you was doing anything wrong, that you weren’t going to be in trouble for your actions. That it was, simply, okay.

The sun was setting, the breeze taking over and raising the hair on your skin. You truly had been outside all day, with sunscreen reapplied every hour or so, you were bound to find a few sunburnt spots in your shower. You exchanged goodbyes with Tiff and made your way to your room to start the nightly routine you had adopted since being home, switching the bluetooth from the speaker outside to the one inside your room. You opened the window, your music slowly starting to dance with the breeze, when a soft knock on your door grabbed your attention.

“Hey cowgirl.” Frank whispered, just barely loud enough to be heard over your music, making his way into your room and studying it. Committing all the bits and pieces of it to his memory.

“I’m so sorry about earlier, if you don’t want me to tell Tiff anymore I won’t. I just, I tell her everything and I needed to tell someone.” Your cheeks slowly started turning pink, Frank thought you were cute like that.

“Don’t apologize, darlin’. I didn’t care, just warnin’ ya ‘bout your dad is all.” He walked closer to you, his height very apparent, your head the perfect height for his chest. He brought a finger up to your cheek, dragging it down before tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I appreciate it, I know how much he means to you.” No you didn’t. He knew you knew a small bit not enough to truly understand what the two of you meant to him. He would be forever indebted to your father if it meant keeping you, if it meant holding you and kissing you. Consuming himself with you.

“So pretty.” He truly whispered, admiring every inch of your face, leaning down to kiss you. Your heart stopped, he didn’t regret it? He thought you were pretty?

You decided to stop fucking thinking for once and enjoy it, leaning up to meet him halfway in the kiss. Threading your fingers through his hair, much like he did with yours in his truck. One his hands held the side of your face while the other tucked itself into the waistband of your swimsuit bottoms, rubbing at the indentation it left from being worn all day.

“Ready to ride, cowgirl?” He asked, pulling away from the kiss enough to nip at your jaw as he waited for an answer. He wouldn’t be mad if you said no, he would be patient and wait until you were, but he went home and fucked his hand like a horny teenage boy at the thought of you on top of him.

A whimper is all you managed to respond with, your mind momentarily thinking about your dad but was interrupted by the softness of your mattress touching your back.

��Goddamn swimsuits, prancing around in practically nothing.” He remarked, still standing as he eyed your body. His finger snapped the strap of your bottoms, smirking at the sound before he dragged them down your legs.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked softly, making him burst into laughter.

“For what?” He responded, controlling his laughter at the fact you would ask that right now.

“So I can wear one that color the next time you’re over.” You smiled, looking up at him. Somehow he looked even prettier from this angle, if that was possible.

“Uh, probably red.” He gave a bit of thought before responding, curious to know if you would actually be wearing a bikini the next time you saw him. At your house, anyway.

He stashed the bikini bottoms in his back pocket, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles and getting down on his knees. Frank thanked all the heavens and the stars for the meal he was about to eat right before licking a stripe through your folds and sucking on your clit. The stimulation instinctively caused your thighs to close, causing him to force them back open and lay one arm across a leg with his hand splayed across your stomach.

He moaned.

Frank moaned, was he enjoying this as much as you were? Were there any downsides or faults to this man?

He moved his mouth closer to your clit, paying almost all his attention to it as he inserted his middle finger slowly. A wanton moan making its way to his ears, he thought everything about you was pretty. If he wasn’t rock hard when he took your bottoms off, he definitely was now. The stretch in his jeans was not entirely comfortable, it truthfully wouldn’t be able to accommodate much more.

“Frank, Frankie, please..”

Did you just- did he imagine that? He’d never had anyone call him that before, but it sounded so damn good coming from your lips.

“What, pretty girl? Use your words for me. Tell Frankie what you need.”

“‘M so close, please need more.” You whined, to him it even sounded a bit like you were going to cry. He’s bet his life savings you were a pretty crier, a pretty anything. He just wanted to look at you. Always.

All he wanted to do was pull out his phone and record the pleas and the moans coming from you, to listen to later if you were ever ripped from him and he didn’t get to experience this, experience you, ever again. If it weren’t for your fucking music. He was thankful for it, blocking your sounds from anyone in the house. He added his ring finger into the mix, relishing in the sound you made. You were his drug, he truly was addicted. He needed his next fix before this one was over.

Moments after he sped up his fingers and added more pressure to your clit, your orgasm ripped through you. Body shaking, eyes rolling back. This was better than the one he gave you last night. You’d never be able to touch yourself ever again, not the way he did. You didn’t think anyone could ever compare now that Frank had touched you.

By the time you came to, he had discarded his clothes and was on top of you. He pulled you into a kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and groaning into your mouth when you let him in. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth while his fingers explored every inch of your body.

“I don’t have a condom.” He confessed.

“Don’t care, on the pill. Frankie please, I need you inside of me right now. Need your cock, frankie..please.” The sound of you begging for him had his ego going through the roof, the fact that anyone could want or need him this bad was mind blowing.

He rubbed his cock through your folds, kissing you a bit more before he pushed the tip in. Your mouth opening in a gasp. You knew he was big, you saw the imprint in the truck yesterday. But this was different, the stretch hurt in a delicious way that you needed more of. He waited a moment before pushing in a bit more, toying with your clit and peppering your face with kisses to distract you.

He bottomed out, you had never felt so full in your life. You swore he was in your stomach, taking rearranging your guts to a new level. He stayed still, letting you get used to his size. He didn’t want to hurt you, too much.

“Frankie move.”

Your wish was his command. His thrusts started slowly, building up in speed as he went. It was at this point, you realized Frank Castle was not quiet in bed. He wasn’t necessarily loud either, but he was groaning in your ear. The grunts and the groans were spurring you on, your moans and whimpers were doing the same for it. It was a cycle, and if either of you had your way it would never end.

“Sound so damn pretty. Makin’ all these noises for me, huh? My pretty girl, my girl.” He put all his weight on his forearms, lifting himself enough to look you in the eyes, his hair falling out of place and onto your face. He was gorgeous, especially like this. Raw. Vulnerable. Just for you.

“Your girl, yours.” You babbled, too busy reeling in the feeling of his cock driving in and out of you. How his bare skin feels on yours. His voice praising you. Calling you pretty.

“That’s right, such a good girl.” His praises continued, some of them too muffled for you to hear as he sucked on your collarbone. Or your neck. Any exposed skin he could get in his mouth.

Without pulling out, he flipped the two of you over so you were on top. Riding him. Cowgirl.

“C’mon cowgirl, ride me. You can do it baby.” He lifted your hips up and placed them back down to get you started, placing your hands on his chest for you. He slipped one of your boobs out of the top, you were still wearing, and put your nipple in his mouth. Rolling the bud between his teeth, enjoying the new sounds he managed to get.

You placed your weight on your hands, positioning your legs right, and lifted back up. He was somehow even deeper than before, it was almost overwhelming. His pelvic bone was hitting your clit just right every time you came down, accompanied by his groans, you were a goner. You fell into his chest as you felt your second orgasm start to rip through you, your words slurred as you told him to use you. You were his to use.

Frank had been close since he put you on top, his self control had been wearing a bit thin. He fucked you through your orgasm, pistioning up inside you like his life depended on it.

“Where do you want it, c’mon baby where?” He grunted, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold his release off. It was getting increasingly harder when your cunt was gripping him like that.

“Inside.” Is all you muttered out, half aware of your choice. You’d deal with it later.

Not a moment later he painted your inside white, cummimg with a low and long groan. Relaxing his head completely against your pillows, taking deep breaths. You crumpled against his chest, just resting for a moment as he was still inside you. This was the most relaxed you’d been in ages, at some point you drifted off to sleep.

You were awoken by the feeling of Frank cleaning you up and putting a blanket on top of you, obviously you knew he couldn’t stay. It still hurt. It hurt your heart, your soul, your everything.

“Gotta go, pretty girl. I put my number in your phone. We’ll talk later.” His last sentence meant more than just texting you, you both knew it. At some point, lines had to be drawn or you had to fess up to your dad. But for now you’d live in delusion, in a world where you were in an established relationship and no one thought anything of it. He placed a kiss on your forehead, finished getting dressed and got up to leave. Stopping at the door he turned around to give you one last glance, you had already fallen back asleep. His cowgirl.

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