#dbf!frank castle
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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.
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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😚💨🍃with Dbf Frank castle
Warnings: brief mentions of sex, smoking 🍃
AN: a tiny bit of a long one, but I was chillin and was like “know what would be great? If Frank/Jon were here.” So here we are. As usual, please do enjoy and I might make a smuttier one later 😙✌🏾
•your parents are on vacation, so that’s one nuisance out of your hair, besides your job. your parents aren’t really a nuisance. They can just be a bit overbearing. So when they say they’re going on vacation, you pretty much push, no, shove them out the door.
•you’re sitting on your couch as you open up your stash box after a long shower. your hair is pulled up and wet, but of course you’ll style it later. Not like you’re going anywhere. you blast your favorite music as you roll up.
•all you need was a little stress relief. To just float away on a breezy cloud as you flick open your lighter. you could already feel the fuzzy sensation, starting as a buzz in your head
•the music begins coursing through your veins with every passing second, until you’re up and dancing like no one’s watching. Singing along to the music in your robe, and messy hair.
•until the front door opens. you can’t hear it as the music is too loud. Frank is standing in the doorway of the living room. He watches you dance around to the beat of the music in nothing but a pretty robe that fell so nicely on your curves, but kept a bit to the imagination. You don’t notice as you back into him while taking another hit.
•”uhh hi”
•”hey, peaches” (god I fucking love that nickname). “Looks like you’re having a blast while mommy and daddy are away”
•you roll your eyes at him, slowly backing into the kitchen counter as he approaches you. “you don’t have to call them ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy.’ Im a fucking adult, ya know.”
•”sure you are. And that’s why you’ve got this pretty little number on. All for me?”
•you scoff and roll your eyes at his apparent cockiness. “no, actually. I was just relaxing.”the joint now hidden behind your back like he really couldn’t see you smoking just a few moments ago.
•he smirks down at you, now that he’s got you cornered. He reaches his arm behind you to grab it, but you put your hand further back. Unfortunately, Frank’s arms are a bit longer than yours.
•he plucks it with both fingers and smiles as it isn’t lit anymore. You must’ve put it out while it was behind you.
•”I won’t tell your mommy and daddy, if you let me hit”
•your eyes widen at the proposition. Your eyes searching Frank’s for some type of chink in his armor. A half-smile or something
•and there it was. That castle smirk you know all too well. He was fucking with you
•”-the blunt. I meant hit the blunt.”
•but your façade doesn’t crumble as quickly as his. It takes two to tango. You shrug your shoulders at him and cross your arms.
•” ‘s a shame. I could’ve taken you up on that offer.”
•you take the blunt back from his fingers and light it to take a hit. He is staring at you in awe, only coming back down to earth once you blow a smoke ring into his face.
TBC? 👀👀👀
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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?”
👀 👀 👀
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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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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!
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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.
“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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ok ok ok HEAR ME OUTTTTTTTTTT!!!!
imagine you slipping up and revealing to dbf!frank that nobody has ever made you cum before. he’s absolutely appalled and at first you think he’s going to laugh but he doesn’t, his eyes go dark and he comes over to you. he offers to show you what it’s like and oh BOY does he take his sweet time with you.
before your confession he wanted it rough, to bend you over and make you beg. but no, now he takes his sweet time dragging his calloused fingers over every inch of skin to see the way your body reacts. he praises you constantly, calling you pretty girl, and then when he finds out no man has ever even gone down on you…. oh my godddd he nearly cums his pants and goes feral and absolutely devoirs your pussy. he makes you cum once for every partner you’ve been with before him and you nearly pass out.
“i’m going to make sure youre fucking ruined, princess. no other man will be able to make you feel as good as i did, isn’t that right? no matter how many boys you fuck in your life, you’ll wish every single one of them was me.”
JDJCJFJDJFJTJTJR sorry this was so long
i- 😵💫😵💫
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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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as already established:
cherry waves by deftones belongs to dbf!joel
but i raise you:
mascara belongs to dbf!frank castle
i saw ONE frank castle edit with mascara and my brain has been rotten ever since
DBF!FRANK CASTLE IS THEEE MOST INSANE AU.
“f-frank, mm.. fuckfuckfuck..” having your mascara and makeup running down your face as he ruts into you like an animal in heat. it’s only hurting your eyes even more, letting more tears slip out. his cock’s stretching you out inch-by-inch while your thighs are spread wider for easier access. “shh, shh..” he tries to silence your moans, clamping a hand over your parted lips. “need you to stay quiet, baby.. don’t wanna wake up daddy now.”
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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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Cowgirl
pairing: dbf!southern!frank castle x afab!reader
summary: a trip to the store with your dad’s best friend ends in a lack of a swimsuit and the feeling of his beard scratching you forever engraved in your mind.
warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 52), use of pet names, dirty dirty thoughts!!!, mention of a divorced dad?, fingering, no real sex, bearded frank <3, no mentions of y/n, no descriptions of reader, not proofread
word count: 2711 words
author’s note: the line “ride cowgirl” in pyramid by frank ocean inspired this whole fic, which i kinda wanna make into multiple fics?? a story if you will?? anyway, i think this is a huge step up from my last writing piece so please enjoy :)
read the sequel ride, cowgirl !
“I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe.” You sang along to the song blaring from your dad’s speaker, you hijacked it when he went inside to get more beer for him and his friends, swinging your hips and slowly spinning in a circle. Your music was way better than his divorced dad rock music, which you secretly enjoyed, and if you were going to enjoy the get together he was throwing you were absolutely going to play your own music.
“But you keep fronting.” Tiffany, your long time best friend, sang back into the imaginary microphone in her hand as she pranced around you in a circle. The two of you putting on a performance to the imaginary crowd in your backyard, or so you thought. Twenty feet away, sitting in perfect position across the fire to watch you swing your hips around, was your dad’s best friend Frank.
Frank was only half listening to the conversation between the men around him, he was more focused on the way you danced and how it was making him rethink every decision he ever made and was about to make, his knuckles going white from the grip he had on the bottle in his hand. Sure, he’d always known you were a gorgeous girl but something about tonight was different. The fire barely illuminating your skin softly had him wanting to slide behind you as your hips moved in time with the song, his lips dragging across the skin of your neck before moving to your ear where he whispered promises of what he’d do to you later. He took a sip of the lukewarm beer, watching you for a second more before turning back to whatever bullshit conversation that was going on. It paled in comparison to you. Currently, everything did.
The summers in Texas were your favorite, the air was never too humid and warmed you up when the wind came through at night, the lightning bugs never failed to show up every night and lit up the trees if you paid enough attention. Truthfully you were biased, but the thing that made them truly the best was having no true responsibilities again and you would always enjoy that, especially when your beloved dad bought your alcohol for three months. One of your favorite perks was the swimming pool, you were either swimming with a few of your friends or tanning on the side but you were almost always found by it. The swimsuits you typically donned weren’t the slightest bit modest, and now wasn’t any different. You were barely covered in a green bikini, the top consisting of two triangles and a string, and the bottoms high cut and covered with a mesh skirt.
“Castle, how’s work been man? Ain’t heard much bout it ‘n normally ya don’t shut up bout it.” Goddamnit is all Frank thought as your dad dragged him back into the conversation, ruining the imagery in his head. If looks could kill, the one he shot your dad would’ve murdered him beyond recognition. “‘s alright, busy. Always picks up in the summertime. Ready to have some more downtime, spend it with family.” More like with your daughter.
“I hear ya. Promise ol’ girl over there we’d do some family shit this summer, if business keeps the way it is I ain’t too sure how well I can keep that promise.” Your dad responded, pointing you out to the guys as if Frank hadn’t been oogling you all night. You and Tiff had stopped dancing to the music and instead opted to sitting with your legs in the pool, gossiping about town drama and Tiff’s newest boy of the week.
“Understandable, if ya’ll need anything just holler at me.” Frank responded, ready for the conversation to be done, ready to continue watching you like a creep from afar. He’d be a creep if it meant staring at you all night, he’d be a creep if it meant a chance to feel your hair wrapped around his hand while he-
“Dad, Tiff and I are going to get snacks from the gas station!” You called out happily, ripping Frank out of his delusion with the angelic smile of yours, walking over to the group of men surrounding the fire.
“C’mere, I’ll give you my card so you can get some more drinks.” You happily grabbed the card from your dad, bending over to give him a small hug. Frank was no better than the next man, he scratched at his scruff as he admired the way the green of your bikini complimented the tan skin threatening to spill from the lack of support.
“Frank, can you drive us? It’s dark and neither of us wanna drive.” It was like the perfect opportunity fell right into his lap and he’d be damned if he wasn’t taking it. The smile you were flashing him made him want to get down on his knees and beg, a god he wasn’t sure existed for, forgiveness for what he was about to do.
“Course darlin’, let me get my wallet.” He looked at your dad who seemed to have no qualms about the situation before getting out of the chair, placing his mostly empty bottle of now warm beer on the ground and following you into the house.
“I’m gonna go put a shirt on, give me a second.” Up until tonight, much like Frank with you, you hadn’t noticed how attractive he was. Older men had always excited you but this was different. Frank was big, strong, rough around the edges but had that southern hospitality you loved. You couldn’t help but think about how his scruff would feel rubbing against your skin, would it leave redness in its wake? would it help spur your orgasm as he fucked you with his fingers?
You picked up some oversized t shirt that probably once belonged to your dad and put it on, shaking your head as if it would get rid of the thoughts.
“Hey, I’m gonna head out. Horrible timing I know! But y’know, boy of the week is calling.” Tiff spoke, her expression clearly apologetic, giving you a hug and promising to make plans for later this week before grabbing her things and leaving.
“So for taking so long, got caught up in my thoughts.” Of you. You smiled softly, suddenly aware of how the sun had brought out freckles you didn’t know he had and how muscular he truly was.
“‘S alright, lets get goin’ ‘for your dad starts wonderin’.” He matched your smile, placing his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked out of the house and to his truck. You were painfully aware of how big his hands felt, triggering your mind to think about his fingers. You rubbed your thighs together to relieve some of the tension aching at your core, it felt so taboo to lust after a man your dad’s age. Not just his age! His own best friend!
The trip to the gas station was uneventful, unfortunately, the two of you exchanged conversation like the tension wasn’t thick enough to cut. Like Frank’s jeans were getting uncomfortably tight and your bikini bottoms uncomfortably wet. Like neither of you wanted to jump the bones of the other person.
“Hey, Frank?” You asked softly, trying to gain the courage to ask the question you wanted the answer to.
“Darlin’?” He put the car in park, looking over at you expecting you to call him every disgusting name under the sun for his thoughts about you tonight.
“Do you, uhm…”
“I’m not a mind reader, baby.” At first you thought you imagined the word, that he didn’t actually say it but it was your imagination fueling the growing fire you had for Frank Castle. But he did say it, and he did it on purpose. Testing the waters, seeing how far he could go without making you uncomfortable.
“Have you ever been with someone younger?” Not the fucking question, idiot. You scolded yourself, you didn’t want to know the answer to this. What if his answer was yes and you were imagining his interest in you, that you weren’t special.
“No, I uh haven’t. Not yet, anyway.” There he went again, saying things that made you think you were imagining it. Maybe you’d wake up any minute and none of it was real. He could see the wheels turning in your head, you were a smart girl and he knew that.
You, timidly, leaned over the console of his truck and experimentally ran your fingers through his scruff. You’d never been with a man, much less a man with a beard, you’d only been with what your father classified as boys. Frank leaned into your touch, placing his hand on top of yours and dragging it to his lips. Placing kisses on your palm, keeping eye contact with you. You were having trouble breathing, he was going to kill you. The beautiful hunk of a man was going to be the cause of your death, you’d make sure Tiff had it written on your tombstone. “Death by Frank Castle.”
Frank let your hand drop into your lap, threading his own hand through your hair to grab the back of your head and pull you closer to him. He leaned forward to meet you halfway, eyes scanning your face just taking in your beauty. His lips were made to fit yours, you were convinced, moving in motion with yours. His beard scratching your skin deliciously, his fingers wrapping themselves in your hair, his scent. He was everywhere, he consumed you.
“Need you, Frank please.” You breathed, pleading with him. “Need you so bad, need to feel you, your fingers.” You carried on, your voice sounding like you were on the verge of tears.
“Baby, not here.” He spoke softly, committing the way you sounded to memory for him to reference later when he was alone, “I’ll get you off though. Make you cum, all over my seat.”
His words eliciting a whimper, you’d take anything he was willing to give you. It didn’t matter that anyone could see into his truck at any moment, made the situation so much more intense. He tapped your thigh, signaling he wanted you to open your legs.
Frank let his fingers dance over the exposed skin your lack of pants left, dragging them up your thighs slowly. Painfully slow. He left open mouth kisses down your neck, occasionally biting and soothing the bite with his tongue. What felt like a decade later his middle finger traced your clothed folds, chuckling into your neck at how wet you were. You bucked your hips at the stimulation, earning another chuckle from the man in the driver’s seat, you were dying to receive some more stimulation from him. At this point, you’d sell a kidney and probably your soul to just have a singular finger inside you. You’d probably sell his soul too.
He dipped a finger underneath your swimsuit, groaning at how wet you truly were and that he was the cause of it all. His dreams were, partially, coming true and he needed to thank the heavens and the stars. Your moans and whimpers were music to Frank’s ears and he’d do anything and everything to keep them coming, to keep those angelic noises from leaving your pretty mouth. The truck was silent except for your noises and the squelch of Frank playing with your pussy.
“‘S wet, pretty girl. All for me? Did I do this to you, baby?” He taunted you, sliding his finger through your folds and swirling your clit as he waited for an answer.
“All for you, promise.” You whined, leaning your head against him, sweat beading on your skin as the car started to heat up from the summer air and the actions being performed.
Your pleas were answered when he finally plunged a finger inside of you, pulling it all the way out and admiring how it glistened in the light provided by the street light in the corner of a parking lot. He did this a few times, thrusting his finger in and pulling it all the way back out before plunging it back inside of you. His lips found your neck again, moving your head back to the original position it was in, kissing every spot of open skin he could reach. As if he read your mind, he inserted another finger alongside the one already inside. The stretch burned in a way that made you feel alive, made you feel on top of the world. All because Frank’s fingers were inside you. God, his fingers were big. So big it made you think about how right your dad had been to call everyone else a boy and not a man. So big all you could do was think about how big his cock must be, if his jeans were any indication you were in for a real treat. Not here though, stupid stupid gas station stupid truck. Your thoughts soon turned to mush.
His fingers curled right against the spongy spot inside of you, hitting it over and over again, he readjusted his hand to put his thumb on your clit.
“C’mon pretty girl, let go for me.” He spoke low, trailing kisses back up your neck and nipping at your earlobe.
You could feel the warmth growing in your stomach, the knots forming into bigger knots and then even bigger knots. Could feel the heat spreading throughout your body, your orgasm so close you could taste it. It was right there, his fingers hitting all the right spots and his thumb working wonders on your clit, his scruff scratching your skin and his mouth kissing everywhere. He was suffocating you in all the best ways possible. All you could see, hear, smell and taste was Frank fucking Castle.
Stars. Your vision turned to stars as your orgasm washed over you, your body shaking in the passenger seat as he fucked you with his fingers. Those damn fingers. You couldn’t see anything but stars, for all you knew you had gone to heaven and it was thanks to the magical orgasm given to you at the hands of your new god.
When you came down from your high, Frank was whispering how well you had done and how pretty you were. He was caressing your thigh and placing kisses to your head.
“Did so good, gonna get me addicted.” He reached behind your seat and handed you a water bottle, opening it and holding the lid so you could drink it.
“Thank you.” You smiled up at him, that killer smile that got him here in the first place. He truly was going to get addicted to you and he had no complaints about it, could die a happy man tonight if fingering you in his passenger seat is all he gets to do to you. His phone ringing in his pocket brought him back to the situation at hand.
Shit. Both of you thought, remembering what you were supposed to be doing and how it was now an entire forty-five minutes later.
“Hey, ah yeah we’re good. Small fender bender, yeah….to make it all worse the gas station was closed when we got here.” Frank spoke to your dad on the phone, coming up with a lie like his life depended on it and he hadn’t just fingered you to the edge of your life. “Should be back soon, don’t worry man. I’m keepin’ her safe, precious cargo.”
You chuckled softly at his sentence, relaxing completely in the seat and taking a few sips of water, thinking about the future of your relationship with him. Or whatever it was, you made out and he had his fingers inside you but that didn’t mean shit. What if he regretted it and now didn’t want anything to do with you, what if he was too worried about his friendship with your dad?
“Quit thinkin’ too much. We’ll figure out whatever this is, all I know for sure is I need to see you again. And you to ride me, like a fuckin’ cowgirl. Ya hear?”
#maddies fics#dbf frank castle#frank castle#frank castle smut#frank castle x you#frank castle x reader#jon bernthal#dads best friend#dbf!frank castle#dads best friend frank castle#jon bernthal smut#the punisher#punisher smut#fic: cowgirl <3
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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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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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Yet again Another dbf!Frank moment but just look at him 😵💫 imagine him coming over after a shift to have a few (too many) beers with your dad which leads to shameless flirty texts like “baby look at you, I’m tryna concentrate on he’s saying but all I can think about is what I want to do to you tonight” maybe replying with “You look so good in uniform daddy, can’t wait to be on my knees for you”
literalyyyy would be all over him like truly risking getting caught cause wheww, texts like that? bend me over rn ughhh
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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
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CALLING HORNY POLICE ON YALL
#all these dbf frank x reader tags....#pussy slapping??#please ill take care of u its rotten work not to me not if its u hurt comfort fic where#all i find is smut in these tags slow it down a bit 😭😭😭#frank castle x reader#frank castle smut#frank castle#the punisher#the punisher x reader
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