#Dbf!jon bernthal

[strawhbrrries]

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?”

[sinsandsweetness]

Ummm sorry if you’re sick of me already. But seeing so many gifs of Jon Bernthal … it’s making me feral for dbf! Shane. Shane would definitely get cocky and take the opportunity with a hot twenty something Grimes girl, home from college. That beard is just getting me all warmed up. 🥵 I offer a sample of my thoughts.

“you okay?” Dad asks. You smile and nod and can feel the beard burn, making everything throb mercilessly. You glance over to Shane, whose nose was dusted a light pink with a blush. He couldn’t hide those ears, though.. light pink. You could feel Michonne’s eyes on you though, you know your stepmother could see right through you. Yet, she chose to stay silent and smirk at you with the knowing look of a woman who knew just what the problem was. RJ and Judith chased Dog through the house, distracting your father from the silent secret that echoes through the room.

Ever since you sent that message a while ago about “uncle Shane” I’ve been absolutely feral for this concept. Thinking about what I should write… And this made it so much worse (or better hehe🤭🤭)

Ughhh I love this so muchhhh… gets me thinking about all sorts of sinful little secrets<3

[nouearth]

https://www.tumblr.com/darlingshane/764330899832782848/jon-bernthal-on-the-set-of-his-hers?source=share

This.. DILF the fact that there's a whole 6 pack under there. It's giving DBF

💌 : reader and jon both being chaperones at a school dance or something, and they've been sneaking glances at each other, OH!

[montysstuffs]

🍒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.

[smut-angel]

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? 

[chrisevansredbelt]

The Game

I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE,,, TURNITUP

pairing: dadsbestfriend!frank castle x reader

warnings: dads best friend, reader is of age (18+), SMUT. car sex. palming. nude pics. jealous frank. spanking, oral (f receiving), fingering, lil bit of praise kink, PIV, kinda public sex?

summary: you’ve been secretly seeing frank for a while now. the only problem is he’s your dads best friend and he’s lives in the house right across the street. he’s also always at your house and since that leaves room for getting caught, you’re often forced to leave him high and dry. during a get-together that your dad throws for a few neighbours and his other close friends, you make frank jealous and suffer the consequences of this built up frustration.

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You fall against Franks warm, solid chest, whining softly as the last of your orgasm courses through you.

As you shut your eyes for a moment, catching up with your breath, Franks hands rub and caress your hips, sliding up to your waist. You’d told Frank this before, but if you were to only wear one thing for the rest of your life, it would be Franks hands. Now if you were to sit on one thing for the rest of your life-

You place a blissful kiss to his pec before bringing your chin up to rest in the middle of his chest. You smile up at him lovingly, almost a silent ‘thank you’ for the orgasm he just gave you.

Looking up now, you notice how the windows of Franks truck are covered in a sheen of condensation, most definitely from the heavy breathing of you and Frank in contrast to the cold temperature of the outside, “Hey, look.”

Frank looks up at the window and watches as you bring a finger up against the glass, drawing a small love heart.

He huffs and playfully rolls his eyes, laughing a little, “So cheesy it’s painful.”

You cut your eyes at him in playful offence, “You draw something then.” He shifts his body a little to reach the window comfortably and you have to restrain yourself from whimpering, feeling the movement with his cock still inside you. You avert your attention back to his drawing and scoff loudly as he draws a penis, “Wow, it’s like I’m actually fucking someone my age now.”

It’s Franks turn to glare at you now and fake laugh, tickling your side, making you squeal loudly and clench around him- half an accident, but half on purpose by the way it makes him twitch inside you.

-

Gripping onto the banister of the staircase a little tighter than you normal would have, you step down the stairs softly. Normal steps just worsened the soreness in your pelvis.

As you descend the last step and turn into the entrance way of the living room, you smile to yourself. You never thought you’d be so happy to see the back of someone’s head, but here you are.

Hearing your Dad in the kitchen and knowing your Mom was at her pilates class, with your light steps you snuck up behind Frank, covering his eyes with your small hands.

“Hey Princess,” Frank laughs, removing your hands from his eyes and placing kisses to your fingers.

The action tickles your fingers and you giggle quietly, eyeing the other doorway to the living room just to make sure your Dad isn’t silently standing there in shock at the intimacy of his best friend and daughter.

“Hi Frankie,” You whisper in his ear, kissing the side of his face.

He groans, cheeks turning a light peach as he leans back against your shoulder, “You can’t do that to me,”

You smile innocently, reaching a hand down to softly palm his semi-hard (but definitely hard now) through his pants, “But I like watching you squirm.” He gasps in your hand, but at the sound of your Dads footsteps approaching from the kitchen, you swiftly move a pillow from the other side of the couch and over Franks lap to cover his boner. Just in time, you distance yourself a little from Frank and smile up at your Dad, “Hey Dad,”

“Mornin’ hun,” He smiles, taking a seat in his armchair, “Got any plans today?”

You hum, slowly heading for the kitchen, internally smiling when you feel Franks stare burn through your ass that’s most likely hanging out of your booty shorts, “Yeah, I think I’m gonna go shopping.”

“Don’t you have enough clothes?”

You roll your eyes- you know he wasn’t exactly serious, because he said it every time, “I need something for the barbecue.”

The ‘barbecue’ that was coming up was actually just a little get together of some of your Dads closest friends (Frank obviously included) and a few of the neighbours to watch the Super Bowl.

Your Dad had this big projector thing that he would set up in the backyard every year and invite all his friends over-sometimes their sons would join too. As well as their wives, but they didn’t exactly watch the game, they kind of just sipped wine and gossiped with each other and your Mom under the gazebo.

And you, well you just looked pretty for it. Mostly for Frank but every now and then, someone’s son would approach you. Plus, you kinda loved the attention you always got from it. From the wives telling you how much you’d grown and how gorgeous you looked, to their husbands ogling at you behind their beer cans.

It was fun.

-

Coming back from your little shopping trip with Natasha and Wanda, you’d basically dived into bed and stayed there ever since.

You were pretty successful in your shopping trip, actually managing to buy an entire outfit for the night despite the fact that you barely had any part in it at all.

It was just a comfortable, lounge dress. It wasn’t too revealing, it reach your ankles and it even had sleeves! But it showed a bit of cleavage and was skin tight and boy, did it look good.

But the shopping trip itself was exhausting. There’s a lot of drama going on with Wanda and Nat and their boyfriends (Nat and Steve in particular), plus having to walk in circles around the mall for a good 4 hours was finally kicking in. It never registers in the moment because you’re too caught up in gossiping your heads off, but once it kicks in… God, save you. And! Don’t forget the way your lower half already hurt from last night…

“Dinner’s ready.” Speak of the devil, the familiar voice announces at the door of your bedroom.

It wasn’t unusual for Frank to join you and your family for dinner. He hung out with your Dad a lot, of course, and by the time it reached dinner your Mother would usually just cook for him without even asking. He only lived right across the street anyway, so it wasn’t like he was being completely held against his will.

Plus, more time to spend with you- even if it was just playful, one-off stares across the table.

You basically roll out of bed and shuffle towards Frank. Noticing your slight discomfort, he extends a helpful hand out for you to take- and that at least lifts your mood a little.

Once you take his hand in yours, he pulls you into his chest and keeps you both at bay in your doorway. Moments like these are really the only times that you and Frank can get alone time throughout the day, upstairs, out of sight and earshot from your parents.

You internally gawked over how warm you felt wrapped in his big, strong arms. How badly you wished you could be in this position every minute of every hour of every day… among other positions.

Craning your neck up to him, you pour your lips to request for a few kisses which he gladly offers. As the kisses slowly turn into one, and deepens by Frank sticking his tongue down your throat, his hands also move to slap your ass.

“Ow!” You jolt in his arms, removing yourself from the kiss to look up at him stunned. He just stares down at you with a sly smile and you smack his chest in retaliation before removing yourself out of his grasp completely, “Asshole.”

“Payback.” He just shrugs, following after you down the stairs.

You’re not actually mad at him and he knows that. He knew how much you liked a bit of spanking and how soaked he’d probably gotten you. But hey, that’s what you get for making him hard this morning for a good hour.

“Dad! Franks bullying me!” You protest as you enter the dining area where your parents are getting the table ready for dinner.

Frank enters behind you, innocent as ever as he goes and helps your Mom with the plates.

“Stop annoying him then.” Your Dad just shrugs, familiar with this ‘cheeky’ relationship you had with Frank. That’s what he’d called it. Idiot. You look over at Frank who just proudly smiles and you make a mocking face in return, fortunately enough for you, your Dad sees, pointing a finger, “Case in point.”

You take your usual seat at the side of the table, Frank across from you and your parents at either end. You liked it this way- it was probably the closest seating arrangement that you could get to Frank- unless, of course, he was sitting beside you. The distance would prove to be rather beneficial for you tonight… not so much for Frank however.

You all dig in, the three of them quickly engaging in conversation you didn’t care for. You simply just ate your food, every so often looking up when Frank spoke. You blocked out what he was saying, but you just admired him discreetly.

It isn’t until about the 5th time that you’ve done it that Frank catches you. He knows you do it, can feel your stare burn right through his skin- specifically his nose and hands because that’s where you stare the most. But it’s fun when he catches you because he gets to see how increasingly flustered you’ve become since dinner had started.

When he next feels you stare at him, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and slowly sucks on each digit- cleaning them from nothing really- it’s mostly just for show… for you.

You shift a little in your seat now, your breath hitching in your throat as he makes eye contact on the last digit he sucks. Thank God you hadn’t been eating or drinking in that moment because you for sure would’ve choked.

Luckily, neither of your parents catch on, despite your very clear signs of agitation. Taking a sip of the wine your mother had poured you, you allow the flamboyancy of the wine to settle you.

You know you started this little game, so it was all the more reason to win it.

You wait it out a little at first, hoping to strike when least expected to keep him on edge and to let him enjoy his last moments of thinking he’d one the battle.

You quietly slip off your slippers, your feet now bare and a little cold as they rest against the tiled floor. Nonchalantly, you adjust in your seat so that your legs are closer to Franks.

He eyes you off as you move, smiling softly thinking it’s a result of his previous actions still having an affect on you. You smile back, both to mock him and with genuine anticipation for how he’s going to react to your next trick.

Underneath the table, you lift your foot up and extend your leg so that it settles right in between Franks spread out thighs, right over his crotch. Completely unexpected, Frank lurches at your intrusive foot, his knee coming up and colliding with the underneath of the table.

Both your parents furrow their brows in concern and it takes absolutely everything in you not to smile, “You alright?”

Frank just nods, a fake breathy laugh covering the fault in his voice, reaching down to rub at his thigh in further fake reassurance, “Cramp.”

“Too much working out.” Your Dad cackles, nudging his shoulder before beginning a conversation on work outs.

This forces Frank to include himself in the discussion, even more vulnerable to your teasing because he’s unable to just silence himself as you continue caressing him with your foot.

For the rest of the dinner, you relentlessly continue your teasing. He seemed to like when you’d stroke up the side of his calf, thigh and especially over his crotch. The third time you’d felt over that area, you were actually a little surprised at how hard you’d made him.

You couldn’t the smile on your face, bringing your wine glass to your lips to hide as Frank bore his glare into your eyes. Oh, he was mad.

As dinner wrapped up, you helped your Mom wash up. Frank offered to take over for her, probably to get some much needed alone time with you but your Mother just shooed him out of the kitchen and your Dad had taken him his man cave down in the basement where they’d probably play 2K and drink beer.

You almost felt a little bad, having seen the slight pain in Franks eyes as he was whisked away from you. Your Dad was his best friend, no doubt about it, and going into that man cave and playing video games and drinking beer was like in his top list of things he’d want to do if he had 24 hours to live.

But God, he fucking need to fuck you. Or his hand. Anything! He needed a release. His boner had thankfully disappeared after 30 minutes into playing, but the need for release lingered.

He couldn’t even sneak into your room before he left because your Dad had literally escorted him all the way to his house on the other side of the street.

Not exactly taking defeat yet, he entered his home, headed for his bedroom and pulled out his phone, immediately texting you.

Frank: Come over.

You: mom and dad are still downstairs

Frank: So sneak out.

You: they’ll hear me

Frank: Then just say you’re going to Wanda’s or something

You: im so tired, frankieeeee…

would it help if i sent pics? <3

Frank: Not really but send them anyway.

Okay, now he was taking defeat. Switching his phone from his right hand to his left, he pulled his dick out of from his pants and waited for you to send the pictures.

It was a complete lie that your parents were downstairs. They weren’t. You were tired, that was the truth, but you’d never be too tired to turn down a hook up from Frank. This was all just part of the game you had just won.

You did feel a little bad, having caused Frank a bit of frustration but you hoped the pictures of your bare boobs and pussy were enough to satisfy him until your next hookup. Which you were very much looking forward to, knowing he wasn’t going to let you get away with everything you’d done.

-

As you descended your steps the next morning, the open window of the foyer allowed you to see your Dad in conversation with a few of the neighbours that would be coming over later tonight for the game.

You made your way into the kitchen to fix yourself up some breakfast, but paused momentarily in the doorway when you saw Franks back turned to you as he sat in one of the high chairs at the island.

Having being woken up from your Mom starting up the car and most likely heading to the grocery store to buy some last minute food for tonight, and having just seen your Dad in the front yard, you keened in excitement at the idea of being alone with Frank once again.

“Ghee, you live here now?” You ask jokingly, making your presence known as you come up beside him and place a few innocent kisses against his jaw. When he completely ignores you, too purposely engrossed on the small TV on the kitchen counter, you furrow your brows, “Frankie,” You’re surprised the use of the little nickname only you got to use didn’t even break him. Pulling out the big guns now, you playfully nip on his ear lobe, tongue darting out a little to kitten lick at his skin as well, “Stop ignoring me.” Nothing. You think to yourself for a second, concluding to just throw in the towel because you hated this silent treatment torture, “Frank, I’m sorry I gave you blue balls.” You at least thought that would do something. But no, he just takes a sip of OJ and continues looking straight ahead at the TV, making you huff in annoyance and leave his side, “Fine. Be like that.”

You head for the fridge and grab out a container of chopped fruits you’d prepared earlier before storming up to your room and angrily eating your ‘breakfast’ there.

Fine. You had happily ended the game last night. But clearly, someone wanted it to continue.

-

You sighed in exhaustion after exchanging greetings with the final guest for the night. It was only 5 and you were ready to cuddle up in your blankets. But Frank was giving you enough eye candy to stay awake. Even though you guys were ‘fighting’ right now, that didn’t make him any less attractive to you. To be honest, it probably made him hotter. You would’ve been scared had this been an actual argument, but he was just being a bitch about last night. He would get over it eventually- probably later tonight when you make up the excuse to go to Wanda’s and instead just sneak over to his house.

Until that time came, you had Natasha, Steve, Sam and Bucky to keep you company. Apart from Natasha- who’d just come as a plus one for Steve, and also as your best friend, everyone else was here because of their fathers connection to your father.

They came every year so it was never awkward or anything. You’d easily flow into conversation about who was gonna win the game, what they’d all been up to lately, any gossip between our mutual friends. This year, however, you couldn’t help but ogle a little longer at Bucky whenever he spoke. He’d grown his hair out from when you last saw him, it reached his shoulders now and… it looked good. Plus he had it slicked back a little. And you’d be daft to say you didn’t notice his gaze fly to your cleavage every time you’d purposefully squeeze them together or lean over.

Your mother had always encouraged the idea of getting with one of them. She really liked Steve and was actually a little heartbroken when you’d told her he was with Natasha. But that still left Sam and Bucky. You innocently flirted with them each year, mostly for your own person satisfaction, but also to get your mother excited. And, in recent years, rile up Frank.

Usually, despite the game having started, Frank would tear his eyes away from the screen every few minutes to glance over at you. It was even worse if he’d hear you laugh, his head would basically spin off his neck to see the source of your laughter- blood boiling whenever it was one of the boys, who’d be shamelessly starting at your tits as they bounced slightly due to your laughter.

But tonight, you don’t think Frank even looked in the direction of your vicinity. Not even when you’d come downstairs after getting changed into your outfit for tonight. Not when you’d playfully greeted each of your Dads friends with too-friendly hugs and totally unnecessary cheek kisses. And not even now as you whispered in Bucky’s ear.

“Awe, honey, look,” Your Mom grabs the attention of your Father, who follow her line of sight.

“Alright, Barnes!” Your Dad nods over at George, Bucky’s father, “Your boy better not be trouble.” At the last comment, nearly every man- including Frank- had whipped their heads to where your parents were looking. Your hand interlocked with Bucky’s as you lead him inside the house.

Your Dad was never that protective, ‘no boyfriends until you’re 30’, type of Dad. And you were glad. No, your Dad was pretty chilled out with, really, everything that you did. However, that being said, you doubt he would be chill with you fucking his best friend, which is why you kept that part of your life secret.

Frank fulfilled that protective role for you though. Could go as far to say that may be the reason why you’re seeing him in the first place, to satisfy that craving for overprotection that your Dad had never provided you with, but we’ll save that for another day. Frank was sex on legs, he was sweet and he knew his way around a woman’s body and for now, those are the only reasons why you’re sleeping with him.

You and Bucky both laughed sheepishly as you entered the house, having heard the commotion from outside. You however, were a little more giddy- having finally felt Frank’s attention on your for the first time that night… no, that day, considering he had ignored you all morning too.

Oh, how you wished he would’ve seen the lead up to you taking Bucky into your house. How you’d shifted closer and closer to him, rested your head on his shoulder as he told you a story, laughed loudly and wrapped your hand around his arm… you knew Frank heard it from the way he’d uneasily shifted in his seat.

But that wasn’t enough for you.

So, after a few minutes of contemplation, spurred on by Bucky’s lingering hand resting over your thigh and Natasha’s encouraging smirk, you turned and whispered in Bucky’s ear.

“Wanna go some place more quiet?” You whispered, making sure to make your voice as sultry as possible as you flicked your eyes over at the house.

Bucky’s eyes had lit up and his dick probably hardened as he gleefully accepted your offer, taking your hand as you led him towards the house.

George Barnes smiles pridefully as he watches you and his son disappear inside your home, turning to your father, “He’s missing the game for her, I don’t think it gets any more head over heels than that.”

All the Dads laugh, while their wives and your Mom swoon over the possible bloom of a relationship. Frank, on the other hand, had wrapped his hand so hard around the neck of his beer bottle it’s any wonder it didn’t shatter in his grasp.

-

The game had quickly come to an end and so had your time with Bucky. He was called downstairs by his father as all the men were getting ready to leave after one last final tour of your Dads man cave.

You’d bid your goodbye to Bucky, a sneaky peck on his soft lips that left him blushing like crazy as he descended the stairs, to which caused quite the commotion as his flustered appearance was taken in by his father.

You changed into some more casual clothes now, a baby tee and some sweats as you dolled yourself up a little for the more exciting part of your night.

Just about everyone had left by the time you descended the stairs, the only person left was Frank… who you’d knew was going to stay back and help clean up the aftermath of the gathering.

You found your Mom in the kitchen, wrapping up the leftovers of the charcuterie board she’d prepared. Frank entering just in time to wash his hands from cleaning up all the beer cans.

For the first time that night, Frank had made eye contact with you. His expression was unreadable in that very short moment that he did look at you, but it was something.

“I’m gonna go see Wanda.” You announced to your Mother, but it was mostly intended for Frank. ‘Wanda’s’ was basically code for Frank’s house, “I won’t be long, I’ll be back later.”

You never had to ask to go anywhere- it was usually always just telling them, knowing the answer would always be yes.

So when your Mom grabbed your arm with a smile and pulled you a little closer to her so that Frank wouldn’t hear, you were a little confused.

“Hey, how was Bucky?” She whispers with a wide smile. Your eyes quickly dart over to Frank, who- though he’s got his back turned, stops washing his hands for a second.

“God- Mom-“ With a scoff, you pull yourself out of her grasp, not exactly keen on sharing the ‘details’.

“What? I just wanted to know!” She yells out as you head for the front door.

-

Hearing the opening of Franks front door had to be music to your ears. You lost track of how long you’d waited for him ever since you left your house.

Using the spare key to his home that he’d given you, you’d made yourself comfortable up in his bedroom while you waited. If he was over at your house, it would usually take no longer than 5-10 minutes before he’d be able to join you, too caught up in conversation with your Dad.

So when it passed that 10 minute mark, you were a little annoyed. Of course, your dad just had to babble on. Pulling out your phone, you texted Frank just to make sure he was still alive in there.

You: waiting <3

Read 11:27pm

He read it almost instantly, and you waited eagerly for a response. But nothing. Not even those three dots.

You: ???

Read 11:27pm

You: fake a yawn, he’ll let you go

Part of you wanted to believe that he was being held there against his will and not purposefully punishing you once and for all. Because if so, it was working.

Read 11:28pm

I mean, what? Was he just going to leave you here all night? He’d have to come hone eventually, right? Unless, unless he’d sleep in the guest bedroom… but why would he do that? Plus, what would his excuse be? He’s too drunk to walk 10 metres to his own house? Actually, that would be something your Dad would coax him into doing.

Fuck.

You weren’t going to take it any further than what you’d already done tonight, but seeing as you had grown increasingly frustrated and knowing this was probably the only thing that was going to get his attention, you did it anyway.

You: r u coming or not? just tell me so i can decide whether i should take bucky up on that offer

Delivered

You cursed him for finally ignoring you once and for all, not even bothering to read your messages anymore.

You sighed against his pillow, groaning to yourself as you realised what you just got yourself into. You really didn’t mean to take it that far with Bucky and you hoped this wasn’t the end of your relationship with Frank.

But apparently not.

You sit up off his bed when you hear him ascend the stairs. Your heart beats slightly faster and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous.

You stand now and make your way to the door of his bedroom, leaning against the doorframe when he comes into view, “God, what took you so long?”

“Did you fuck him?”

Though he scarily towers over you, jaw clenched and fists tightened, you have to contain your arousal at how attractive he is when he’s angry, knowing this probably isn’t the time. You roll your eyes a little, “Frank-“

“Did you?”

“No.” He doesn’t bother to hide his relief and you grin mischievously, stepping a little closer and bringing your hand up to twiddle with the strings of his hoodie, “Did I make someone jealous?”

“Are you gonna date him?” Ignoring your question, he glares down at you.

“I don’t know.” You hum, and you kind of feel bad when you see a small frown grace his face, “Maybe I’ll just keep him around to get Mom and Dad off our scent.” He sighs a little, figuring he can’t argue with that, “Don’t worry, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

You lean up on your tippy toes and peck a loving kiss to his lips, to which he reluctantly returns. It was so nice to finally feel his lips against yours- it’s been one day too many.

“I don’t trust him.” He sneers, “Why is his hair so long?”

“More for me to grab?”

You can’t contain your smile as you look up at him, your lip coming between your teeth as he grinds his jaw. He steps closer to you now and you almost try to walk backwards before his hands reach behind your thighs, “You’re in a lot of trouble, you know?” He lifts you up to wrap your legs around his waist before laying you down on the bed, “I wouldn’t push it.”

You let out a hearty laugh, pulling him down to connect his lips to yours. Your hands find their way to the sides of his face, pulling him impossibly closer, afraid that he’ll leave you if you let go.

With your legs still loosely wrapped around his hips, you also pull that part of his body closer to yours, his crotch rubbing against your clothed core and you groan into his mouth at the friction.

Leaving your mouth, he sinks to his knees before you, bringing your pants down with him as he sheds you of all the clothing from your bottom half.

You gasp softly with hooded eyes as you watch him admire your bare pussy, spreading your legs further apart to observe every inch of you.

You swallow thickly as he plants soft, teasing kisses to each thigh, getting closer and closer to your core, but retreating every time you think he’s going to dive in.

You know what he’s doing. You know this is part of your punishment. So you let him have his way with you.

You clench around nothing each time he brings his face closer and closer to your hair, almost passing out when he presses a kiss to your folds, right above your clit.

Unable to resist, your hands fly down to his hair, tugging softly on the short strands and massaging the scalp- hoping he’d spare you a little mercy and give you what you so desperately need.

Instead, he just lifts his head to look up at you now, resting it against your thigh as he speaks, “My hair long enough for ya’?”

Remembering what you’d just said about Bucky’s hair length, you roll your eyes, “Shut up. I love your hair.” You fluff your fingers through it to somehow prove your point. You’d experienced many stages of Franks hair growth, but your favourites definitely had to be either the short strands that you could still run your fingers through, the faded sides with shorter hair on top, or the long, fluffy strands he grew out on occasion.

As a reward for your compliment, he lowers his mouth closer to your cunt and laps up the arousal that had since pooled from when he started kissing your thighs. He hums against your clit, the taste of your slick meeting his tongue and you buck your hips up as the vibrations course through you.

Just as you think the teasing was over, he removes himself from your clit, “You think he could eat you better than me?”

You whine at the loss of contact, and at his stupid question, “Frankie, please.”

“Do you?” You quickly realise that he’s not moving a muscle until you give him the answer he’s looking for.

“No,” You practically whimper, “No one could tongue fuck me as good as you.”

Slyly smiling up at you, satisfied with your answer, he presses one last final kiss to your thigh, “Good girl.” You almost started gushing out cum right then and there at the praise, but his tongue fucking into your hole distracted you from doing so.

You throw your head back against the pillows and arch your back as his tongue expertly devours your cunt, switching from fucking your hole to flicking and sucking your clit.

He makes sure to show more love towards your throbbing clit, knowing how quick that got you to cum. As much as he would spend eternity and one day buried in between your thighs, he loved the taste of your cum more. He survived off it.

Kneading the soft flesh of your thighs and ass, he grounds you back to reality, keeping you in place from squirming underneath his hold.

You clench your eyes shut as he unexpectedly eases two fingers into your cunt, his saliva mixed with your juices making it easy for them to insert. You moan loudly as they curl up to reach your g-spot and his tongue continues his assault on your clit.

Feeling the way you clench around his fingers almost instantly, Frank knows you’re close, “Cum on my fingers.” He encourages, thrusting his fingers in and out of you even faster as you whimper loudly, one his favourite sounds, “C’mon, pretty girl,”

With shaking thighs, you attempt to close them in around Franks head as a result of your nearing orgasm, but Franks strong hold keeps you still.

“I’m gonna cum,” You announce in a hush whisper, your moan overtaking you as the coil in your stomach threatens to unfurl, “Oh my God, right there, Frankie,” You clench around his fingers even harder as he fucks them up into you at just the right angle to consistently hit your g-spot, all the while wrapping his mouth around your clit and sucking harshly, simultaneously flicking his tongue around the little bud.

The room instantly blurs as you cum hard. You let out a loud moan that echoes all the way down the hall, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his fingers as they slow down to ease you off your high. He slowly pulls them out now and they’re drenched in your slick before he licks them clean. Eyeing your shining cunt, he dives back in to drink up the rest of your juice that’s leaking out of your pussy, not letting a drop go to waste.

By the time he finally detaches himself from your cunt, you smile blissfully as his chin shines with your cum.

Pulling his face closer to you, you wipe away the excess from his chin, bringing it up to your mouth and having a taste yourself. 

Wrapping a hand around his neck, you pull him down to praise the soft lips that had just brought you to orgasm, moaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You definitely tongue fuck me better,” You start, nails dragging across the back of his neck as he sucks little kisses to your neck, he grunts in satisfaction, and you smile wickedly, “But I’m not entirely sure if you could fuck me better than he could?”

His head retracts from the crook of your neck, looking down at you with intense hardness. Oh, he’s mad.

“Is that so?” He asks, his jaw ticking when you doe your eyes up at him.

“I mean, you’re just so old- do you even still have it in you?”

His eyes darken instantaneously, a large, secure hand wrapping itself around your waist as his body cages you in beneath him, “Oh, you’re gonna fucking regret that.” He mutters into your ear through gritted teeth and for the first time since you’ve hooked up with Frank- you’re terrified… but you don’t wanna stop.

He flips you around so that you’re laying flat on your stomach and brings a hand down to collide against your ass cheeks in a harsh spank.

You whine into the bed sheets, the skin stinging even as he softly kneads it. You assumed that was the end of it, that he was just testing the waters and showing you what he was capable of but no. It’s only until about 10 spanks later- accompanied with an abundance of filthy words, a mix of degradation and praise, when your ass is now a bright, cherry red and your hands grip the bed sheets so tight it hurts, that he stops.

“Think I still have it in me now?”

Swallowing thickly, you nod weakly, “Yes,” You squeeze your thighs together in hopes to soothe the painfully good ache that inhabits your cunt, “Please fuck me, Frank.”

When you feel him adjust your position, lifting up your hips so that your ass hangs in the air, you sigh gratefully, “Since you asked so nicely,” He massages the sore flesh of your ass once more, spreading your cheeks apart simultaneously and observing the slickness of your pussy.

He can’t help the wicked smile that spreads across his face at the sight of your glistening cunt as a result of his spankings.

Quickly shedding himself free, he lines his cock up with your pussy from behind and begins a rough, hard, and absolutely relentless pace that has you forgetting your name. Bucky’s name long forgotten in that case, which is all Frank could ever ask for.

-

“Honey, honey-“ Your Dad whispers to your mother as he lingers by the window of their bedroom, just about to draw the curtains closed before a little something caught his eye. As your Mom joins his side, following his gaze over to Frank’s bedroom window, “Filthy fuckin’ Frank.” The pair watch shamelessly as Franks silhouette can be seen through his curtains, along with another that he’s seemingly fucking into oblivion, “No wonder he was itching to get outta here!”

Your Mom just smiles softly, wrapping an arm around your Dad, “Do you think it was someone from the party? I had a few single friends over.”

“He was checking his phone a lot.”

“Awe,” She coos, “I think it’s cute. We’re like matchmakers… He better thank us next time he sees us.”

“All thanks to the game.” Your Dad shakes his head, continuing to observe his best friend fucking whatever lucky woman managed to find her way into his bedroom, “He’s such a doggy kind of guy!”

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DHJSSH is writing that last part about the parents weird??? idk i thought it was fun, also,,, don’t come at me but for some reason i always imagine the dad for dbf!frank ti be brock rumlow 🤭 IDK WHY he just has that look

ANYWAY i hope u enjoyed!!! i think this fic is like in my top 3 bc i fucking loved writing it so much.

dbf!frank >>>>>>

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: the third installment of kinktober! i kinda went out of order of the days, but of well. this fic was very influenced by this gifset, so with that happy whoring

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dbf!frank x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, exhibitionism, fingering, oral (f receiving), slightest breeding kink, unprotected sex, the reader is not drunk, sorry for any missed typos!

It was dingy and run down, but it was the only place where the two of you could peacefully be with each other in public.

The dive bar downtown kept your secret. It was well hidden and on the weekends you two could easily hide in the back booth while the crowd of people carried on without suspicion.

His hand rested on the inside of your thigh, his thumb gently and lazily rubbing against your skin- the calloused palm occasionally squeezing.

It was well into the night and you resorted to people-watching while Frank watched the band. You usually came here when it was this busy, but tonight was the only night your schedules aligned. You would get nervous about being caught by one of your dad's other friends or a family member that randomly decided to drive into the city for a drink- but Frank always reassured you that you wouldn't be caught.

Even well into your twenties, you're still scared about your dad finding out that you were sneaking off with a guy.

Well, not just any guy and not just sneaking off.

The longer you sipped the tequila, the hotter the room began. Frank was quick to take notice of the clothing slowly coming off. First, it was your jacket, and then it was the tugging at your straps.

Looking over and smiling to yourself, you dropped your hand in your lap. Frank also noticed but still didn't say anything.

He took a deep breath as he felt your legs uncross and your hand cover his. Your eyes are still watching the other people in the bar. Luckily for you, your booth was well hidden from any eyes that could wander south.

Frank held his breath while you spread open your thighs just enough for your hand to guide him upward. Sitting completely unphased, while you finish off the glass of tequila. It's warming your throat and traveling to your core.

His thumb glided over the thin material of your panties and his eyes to you. There was a pause while he watched your face barely react. It was mesmerizing watching you scan over the crowd, pretending as if nothing was happening undeath the table.

Tequila did something to you- every time you drank it, it heated your body in more ways than one. You hated the saying (because it was true), but tequila really did make you want to take your clothes off.

"Dirty little thing," Frank mumbled while two fingers found their way inside your panties.

You're soaking. Frank's cock stirs and lightly throbs from the arousal coating his fingers. Biting the inside of your bottom lip, you hook your leg over Frank's.

It was unlike you to be so forward in public, but it sent sparks through Frank. All private activities were strictly reserved for his apartment in the middle of the night, but this was new. This was bold- and this, he loved it.

He couldn't focus on anything else anymore, all his attention was on you.

He smiled when your nose twitched or you took a deep breath. He was proud at how well your face was hiding it but between your legs? That was another story.

Your pussy ached for his fingers to be inside you and they clenched around nothing. Frank's free hand finished off his glass before using his other fingers to tease your clit. When you gripped the empty tequila glass, he knew he had you- but he didn't want you to cum out in the open.

That was only for his eyes to witness, even if nobody else could see.

Abruptly, Frank pulled his fingers away from your pussy. He patted your thigh before scooting out of the booth, holding out his hand. You take it without hesitation and follow him as he leads you through the crowd.

He was on a mission and he'd be damned if anyone got in his way. His cock throbbed in his dress pants- needing to feel your walls around him. Thinking about his cum dripping from his tip only made your brain spin faster than it already was.

It's like the crowd parted just for the two of you because you make your way through it in record time and pushed passed your way to the family bathroom. Frank clears his throat and looks behind us to make sure nobody was behind us. When the close was clear, he yanks your body inside and shuts the door with your body.

"Little minx, what's gotten into you?" He breathed you in, running his hands over your back and waist.

"Ah- don't know- must be that damn tequila," He nipped at the base of your neck, sliding off the straps of your shoulders.

Your hands find their way up to the buttons of his shirt, frantically undoing the top. Frank's working your neck while his hand runs down your side. He slides the same hand up your dress and back to your panties.

"Hm, I bet you taste so fucking good-" Frank dips his fingers inside, collecting arousal on his fingers.

A soft whimper slips past your lips while you jerk your hips into his fingers. He brings his fingers to his lips. Your eyes lock and they don't fall as he sucks off your arousal. It only made you wetter and your hands run under his shirt trying to get it off.

"Fuckin' perfect- open." You obey without hesitation and let Frank's two fingers inside your mouth.

He watches you while you instinctively begin to suck on his fingers. Frank stares in awe at far you're able to take him.

"That's my girl- that's my fucking girl-" He growls and your eyes roll back.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva follows and drips on your chin. Frank grabs your hips, tugging you towards him- you can feel his bugle pressing into your abdomen.

"I need you inside me- I just- fuck-" You whined, yanking on his belt.

Frank chuckled into your neck, "M'want this pussy first-"

He hoists your body up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he sets you on top of the sink. Your back hits the mirror a little too hard and you prayed that it didn't crack. Frank has your legs spread wide with one already over his shoulder. He doesn't even have time to take your panties off, Frank just pulls them to the side before his mouth is attached to your slick folds. Your fingers weave through his hair while your hand covers your mouth.

The band was still playing, but you didn't want to take any chances of someone hearing. Frank's tongue flutters around your clit, as two fingers slip inside your aching cunt. Arousal covers Frank's mouth and chin.

Whimpers are getting caught in the back of your throat and the pleasure is building in the pit of your stomach. The warmth is no longer from the tequila but from pure pleasure. Frank mumbles something into your pussy, but you can't make out what- you don't care, but the extra vibrations sent you spiraling.

Your pussy clenches around his fingers and your hips jerk against his mouth. Frank's free arm is still hooked around your leg, holding your body steady on the sink. You begin to claw at anything to channel the pleasure into.

"Frank- Please- I'm gonna cu-" He knew that cry and it was safe to say he was addicted to it. He didn't even acknowledge to the warning, he was too lost in your pussy.

Arousal dripped down his mouth and he grew hungrier for your cum- sucking on your clit and pushing down on your abdomen. Your body jolts up, tugging on the roots of his hair, and you let out a strained cry. The orgasm is so powerful, you swear you lost your hearing for a moment.

Frank slowed his pace, letting you come down from your high. Shivering the moment he tried to return to your swollen clit, he chuckled.

He peppered light kisses over your folds and inner thigh. You cupped his jaw and guided his head up. His mouth is shiny with your juices.

Without hesitation, you bring his mouth to yours. Sighing satisfied, you melt into his mouth. You didn't notice, but Frank freed his cock from his pants and stroked himself a few times before ramming himself into you.

You gasp at the unexpected fullness and you let your head hit the mirror.

"Feel good?" He laughs and kisses up your neck, holding your jaw in place.

You gasp for air at his thrusts and frantically nod.

"This what you wanted? For me to fuck you?" You whine,

"My pretty little slut, couldn't wait till we got home? Just had to have me?" His words were like honey and you could feel another orgasm approaching.

Frank was right against your ear, drowning out the muffle sounds from the bar.

"F'uck- that pussy is squeezing me so tight- It's fucking beggin f'my cum, is that what you want? Huh? Have my cum dripping out of you?" Your eyes roll back and your pussy begins to contract around him.

"Y-Yes- M'want it- give it to me, Frankie-" He smirks, thrusting into you faster and rougher.

Suddenly, his thrusts one last time- deeper than before. Ropes of cum spill inside you and his mouth is open on your shoulder. Your pussy rapidly pulsates around him, milking his cock of his cum.

There is a pause for each of you to catch your breath. When Frank looks up at you, both of you crack a smile.

"That damn tequila." You laugh, sighing satisfied. "That damn tequila," Frank chuckles, kissing your forehead.

[moreofem]

Jon in the gray sweatpants is sooo dbf trope you’re right bestie ugh 😖 working out with him but being like ummm is my form right? idk how to use this piece of equipment can you show me? dhdjdjd id be non stopppp till I’m bent over some gym equipment bc sir why do you look so good?!

Omfg yes and you’re like

“Jonny??🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹” and you’re giving him that face over your shoulder and he doesn’t know if he should look at your ass, your collarbones or your pout and he sighs and goes “yeah what’s up princess” because you’re literally a princess spoiled by your father

“Idk if my form is right I can’t see what she’s doing on the video……..☹️” and he KNOWS you’re teasing him but he just goes over, re-adjusts your form all while pushing his crotch into you, making you gasp and you can’t help but grab the jumping rope, put it around him and pulling him towards you cause “oooooo Jonny you’re being naughty, don’t know what my dad would say about this” AND HE JUST LOSES HIS SHIT AND YOURE BENT OVER EVERY SINGLE GYM THINGY UURRGGHH

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Omggg please write the Jon Bernthal dad’s best friend one! I love the dad’s best friend and best friends dad troupe so much and I never see fics for it!!

I really think I will like he fits the dbf vibe soooo well oh my gosh!!! 👀 let me put it in my wips!

[strawhbrrries]

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.

[strawhbrrries]

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 &lt;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.

[strawhbrrries]

Dirty, Greedy, Girl.

pairing: dbf!frank castle x afab!reader

summary: you need a place to stay and you find comfort in Frank’s bed (underneath him).

warnings: implied age gap, pet names, light tapping (he taps her once in the cheek before soothing it) mutual masturbation (diff rooms), blowjob, unprotected p in v, spit, cum eating, porn with plot basically, no use of y/n, not proofread

word count: 2560 words

author’s note: this was supposed to be inspired by granite by sleep token but i accidentally lost sight of that like halfway through, stream take me back to eden anyway! as always, i hope this lives up to standards and you enjoy it. mwah!

Frank laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about you. The girl laying two rooms away. You’d consumed his thoughts, his being, and you didn’t even know it. You just needed a place to stay while yours was being renovated, he’d offered in an attempt to be nice and not leave you with a sleazebag you didn’t know. You’d called him early one morning, not giving him another option. 

“Frank..” Your voice was quiet and shaky.

“Yeah? What’s up?” His voice was rough, it was evident you had just woken him up. Your phone said it was three am.

“My apartment has a gas leak, I got evacuated..” 

“Call your dad.” He groaned in response, ready to roll over and go back to sleep, annoyance evident.

“I can’t, he’s at work or busy or something. Please, Frank..” You pleaded, standing in the cold outside your building in nothing but a ridiculously oversized shirt. It reached the top of your thighs, of course tonight of all nights you wouldn’t wear shorts to bed, the wind threatening to expose you to your neighbors every time it blew. 

Frank mumbled something about being on his way and left you standing there, praying to the heavens he’d show up soon. He did. His breath hitching slightly when he laid eyes on you. Messy hair from sleeping, shirt short enough if he leaned over a bit he was sure he’d see your panties, mismatched socks. Your face lit up when you saw him walking over, instantly turning red when he took off the leather jacket he was wearing and handed it to you.

“C’mon little lady, lets get going before any of these fucking weirdos oogle at you anymore.” He looked around at the men who supposedly live in the same building as you, the stares they gave you were borderline degrading. It annoyed him, as if he hadn’t done the same thing before walking over to you. He was different, he knew you. 

“Thanks, Frank.” You spoke quietly, walking in the direction of his truck, giving him a small smile as you put the jacket on. It was warm. Smelled like him. 

Frank had shown you his guest bedroom, showed you had to turn the shower on and where extra towels were, and left you to go back to bed. So he thought. The second his head hit the pillow he heard the sound of the shower turning on. His thoughts soon filled you as he laid there, listening to the water run through the pipes, staring at the ceiling. Thought of the water rolling down your soft supple skin. Thoughts of you lathering yourself with soap. Thoughts of how’d you smell like him when you got out. Thoughts of you.

You turned on the shower just as he showed you, temporarily forgetting as you were just staring at his hands the entire time he demonstrated how to do it. He’d lent you one of his shirts to change into, not that you had asked but you appreciated. It was longer than the one you had on. While you waited on the water to warm up you thought of Frank, of what he was doing. Did he go back to sleep? Was he thinking of you? You stepped out of your clothes, leaving them in a pile in front of the sink, and into the shower as steam filled the room. The warm water running over your body, chasing away the cold chills brought by the wind.

He was doing everything to try and get you off his mind, to get his cock to go down. He was harder than ever before. Red from the lack of attention, the tip leaking precum and creating a small circular stain on his boxers. For a brief moment he contemplated joining you in the shower, thought of all the ways you’d respond to him barging in. Ultimately, he decided against it. He wanted you to come to him, to cross the invisible line you both knew was there. He needed you to come to him first, confess that you needed him more than he needed you. That you’d thought of him in the same dirty ways he was thinking of you. 

You thought of Frank, thought of how kind he was to let you stay here and how you could ever repay him. Thought of his rugged features as your hand traveled south, a single finger sliding between your folds. Relieving some of the tension that had built up at the sound of his half-awake voice over the phone, only building up more when he’d shown up and ordered you around in the leather jacket before handing it to you. You let the finger slide inside you, the size nowhere near how big you imagined Frank’s to be, thrusting it slowly as you brought your other hand to rub rhythmic circles on your clit. Your eyes squeezed closed, imagining it was his hand instead of yours. Imagining that he was right behind you, asking you how exactly you needed it.

Frank had given in to his thoughts, pulled his cock out of his boxers and wrapped his fist around it. He ran his thumb over the slit, spreading his precum around the head. Groaning he leaned his head back further into the pillows, stroking slowly as your pretty face came to his mind. His mind thinking of painting your face with his cum. He imagined his big rough calloused hand was your smaller soft one. Thought about your lips and how pretty they were, how much prettier they’d be wrapped around his cock. Thought of how your tongue would feel as it licked a stripe up the shaft, giving kitten licks to his tip before taking his cock as deep as you could. He came over his hand, groaning lowly as it dripped down the side. 

You came quietly around your fingers, the sound of the showering muffling any noises that slipped past your lips. The dirtiness of masturbating in his bathroom making it all that much better. You finished up your shower, exiting the bathroom at the same time that Frak was making his way back to his room.

“The shower was really nice, thank you.” You whispered, unable to make eye contact with the man you just orgasmed to. Your cheeks flushing red at his lack of shirt, his chest defined, you wanted to rub your hands all over the skin, trace his scars.

“You don’t have to stare, you can touch.” He softly took one of your hands and placed it on your chest, waiting for a reaction. For anything. 

His skin was soft, the muscle underneath rock hard. Just like his cock was about to be if you continued to act so innocently about touching him.

“Say something, don’t act like you weren’t in there touching your pretty pussy to the thought of me. What’s got you so quiet now, huh?” His voice was low, and rough, and right in your ear. 

“How did you know…I was quiet..” You questioned, looking up at him, confusion written all over your pretty face.

“You wouldn’t look at me and you’re not as quiet as you think, pretty girl.” He titled your head up further with his pointer finger, running his thumb over your bottom lip before dipping it inside your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. A chuckle coming out at the spit that pooled around his thumb. “The water only muffles so much.”

“I want you.” You spoke confidently around his thumb, your words coming out slightly slurred.

“You want me? I’m not what you need.” He responded with another chuckle, removing his thumb from your mouth and rubbing the extra spit on your cheek. “Dirty dirty girl.”

“Wants and needs are different. I know what I want.” You moved closer to him, the hallway seeming much smaller than before. “I want to be beneath you. Treat me like a dirty girl.”

“Did you call me to come get you just so you could get in my bed? Get underneath me? Huh?” He closed any remaining distance between the two of you, gripping your cheeks with one hand and squishing them just slightly. “If you needed to be treated dirty, you coulda said that over the phone, baby doll.” 

You whimpered at his words, rubbing your thighs together as the warmth flooded your core. 

“Knees.” 

You fell to your knees, just as he ordered. He looked down at you, giving a light tap to your cheek before soothing it with his hand, the corners of his mouth turning into some sort of smile. His thumb found its way back into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and releasing the pressure multiple times. He was just playing with your tongue as he gathered enough spit in his mouth to spit into yours, he tapped your cheek twice before letting the spit fall. It landed mostly in your mouth, impressive given the distance between his mouth and yours.

“You wanna suck my cock, dirty girl?” He asked, not satisfied with your head shaking yes as an answer. “Beg for it, use your words.” 

“Please, Frank. Wanna suck your cock, want it in my mouth.” You begged, seemingly enough to satisfy him.

He, once again, pulled his cock out of his boxers and tapped it against your cheek. Letting the precum that had built up again slide across your cheek, in some dirty claim on you. Your mouth watered at the sight of it, so large and ready to be sucked. 

“Open.”

And you did just that. You opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out, it was a lewd sight and Frank wished he could take a picture of you like this. Mouth open, kneeling on the ground, begging for his cock. He tapped it against your tongue a few times, rubbing it in the spit you just seemed to be collecting in there. 

“Such a dirty girl, kneelin’ on my floor beggin’ for my cock.” He teased, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth and pulling it back out. “Gonna let me use you?”

You shook your head yes as best as you could. The pain in your knees from the hardwood already becoming a problem, you didn’t mind as long as he kept putting his cock in your mouth and talking to you like that.

“Wish you could see how pretty you looked with my cock in your mouth.” He commented, sliding his cock as far into your throat as he could without pushing on your head.

He did this a few times, pushed in and pulled back out, only going far enough for you to gag once or twice. Letting out a groan from the back of his throat every time he did. He watched the drool sliding out of your mouth as he fucked it, chuckling at how little he had used your mouth but how much you were enjoying it.

“Gonna fuck your mouth now, okay? Tap me twice if it’s too much.” He warned, making sure you acknowledged his words before putting his entire cock into your mouth.

He stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the warmth and the tightness of it all, it was also giving you a chance to breathe and prepare yourself. Frank slowly started to thrust in and out of you mouth, putting one of his hands on the back of your head and bobbing it on his cock. He wrapped your hair in a makeshift ponytail around his hand, giving him better leverage to use you. He gave a few hard thrusts and used you just like he said, fast and rough. Dirty, just how you wanted it. More of your drool escaping your mouth, a puddle was probably slowly forming on the floor. 

“So dirty, lettin’ an old man like me fuck your mouth.” You both moaned at his words, your moan vibrating around him. “Oh fuck.”

And with that he came down your throat, stabilizing himself against the wall as he came, with his head thrown back. He smiled down at you as he came to, tucking himself back in his boxers and helping you up off the floor. Without exchanging any words he led you into his room, laying you down on his bed and lifting up the shirt he gave you with one finger, groaning softly at your lack of underwear. 

He swiped a finger between your folds, just as you had done to yourself earlier, swirling it around your entrance before bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it clean. He lifted the shirt enough to see your boobs, bringing one to his mouth and swirling his tongue around your nipple. He nipped at it slightly, smiling when you whined in response.

“Frank please, need you inside of me.” You whined again, pouting up at him in a desperate plea to get him to hurry up and stop teasing you.

He nodded his head in acknowledgement, removed his boxers and threw them somewhere else. He dragged the tip up your folds, gathering the wetness before slowly pushing inside of you. A strangled moan left your throat as he did so, the stretch of his cock hurting so good. He was so big, you weren’t sure how it all fit in your mouth and you definitely didn’t know how it was all fitting up inside you. With one hard thrust he bottomed out, giving you just a few seconds to adjust before he started fucking you.

His thrusts were hard and deep, slow when he pulled out so he could admire the mess you were making on his cock. The sounds you were making on spurring him on, he was enjoying the torture he was putting you through. That asshole. 

“Faster, please..” 

“Need it faster? Is this not enough for your greedy cunt? Greedy girl.” He punctuated his sentence with an exceptionally hard thrust, you whimpered in response.

You wrapped a hand around his bicep, whimpering once again at how big it is, holding onto him as he sped up his thrusts. Your orgasm was building slowly, between his thrusts and the grunts he was letting go in your ear you were a goner. He kept the pace that seemed to satisfy you, rolling one of your nipples between his fingers, smiling as he did so. The warmth in your belly was building much more rapidly, Frank could sense it too. Your eyes had glossed over, mouth hung open and the sounds coming out much more airy than before. 

“C’mon greedy girl, let it go. Let me see you fall apart.” He whispered into your ear, bringing the fingers that were previously on your nipple to your clit and rubbing circles in perfect time with his thrusts.

It was all too much, his fingers, his words, his smell. You fell apart on his cock, writhing underneath him like you begged to do earlier. He fucked you all the way through your orgasm, slowing down slightly as he approached his. With one last low groan in your ear he pulled out and came on your stomach, swirling it around a bit with one finger before bringing it to your mouth and watching you lick it clean.

“God, you’re gonna make me hard again.”

[strawhbrrries]

Delicate, i

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

summary: a sweet older gentleman moves into the house next door, or rather a few acres away. he spends a few evenings with your dad and consequently earns the attention of a much younger girl, you.

warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 46), protective dad???, no use of y/n, not proofread

word count: 972 words

author’s note: here is the very first part of delicate and i really hope you guys love it! not too much action, entirely just set up for frank and peach's future endeavors and relationship. please enjoy! mwah!

tag list: @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

find the masterlist here! read the next part here!

The first evening Frank Castle had visited your home you weren’t there, off galavanting around with some of your friends in a nearby town. Your presence in the home was obvious to Frank, from the scented hand soaps by every sink to the baby pink door down the hall from the kitchen and finally, the big picture of you and your father that hung in the living room. He didn’t think much of any of it, a single dad living with his daughter was nothing out of the ordinary.

He’d met you in the driveway hours later when he went to leave, you had just pulled into your usual spot in the gravel. He was still leaning on the bed of his truck talking to your father, who reprimanded you for being out so late.

“How old are you?” Frank asked, tilting his head to the side as his eyes scanned over your frame. He figured you were still young, maybe twenty at best, by the picture in the living room. Even in the dark he could see the blush that crept up your neck from his attention.

“Twenty-two.” Your voice was quiet, your dad’s friends never spoke to you much. The man in front of you was nothing short of a sex dream, you’d never had one but if you looked at him any longer you were sure to have one soon.

“What’s your name?” The amount of questions he was asking was making you nervous, the small town you lived in meant everyone knew everyone. Newcomers weren’t very often and even then they were never your neighbors, sure he lived acres away from you but it was still…new. 

Your dad interrupted whatever words were going to come out of your mouth and formally introduced you, it felt childish for him to do the work. The blush was turning a deeper shade, this time from embarrassment.

“She just goes by Peach though, has since she was itty bitty.” Your dad laughed, playfully hitting your arm.

You said your goodnights and walked towards the house, turning around to give Frank a second glance. Your eyes made contact with his, the blush was burning at this point. You closed the front door behind you, leaned against it, and exhaled loudly. This was the only friend your dad ever had over that was insanely handsome and spoke to you.

The second evening Frank Castle visited your home, you were there. You had just finished showering, the smell of vanilla and honey wafting through the house as he came inside. You hadn’t heard him coming in, leading to the confrontation in the hallway. Only clad in a towel that was hanging on for dear life. Eyes wider than a deer who had been caught in headlights. Frank cleared his throat, trying to avoid looking at you.

“My dad is out back, uhm I didn’t hear you come in.” Your hands rushing to hold the towel tighter against your skin, the same blush creeping up your neck. 

“Nah, it’s my fault. Apologies, honey.” He scratched at the beard on his neck, clearing his throat once again before making an indication he was going to leave to find your dad.

You rushed to your room to get dressed, absolutely mortified that he’d seen you like that. You weren’t religious by any means but no man, or boy, had ever seen you in anything less than a swimsuit. A swimsuit that covered most everything at that. The guilt had flooded you almost instantly, you hadn’t done anything wrong and yet you felt the need to to repent of your actions. Frank, on the other hand, had been glad to have gotten a glimpse. The small conversation he had with you the very first night had intrigued him, the picture on the wall of your living room was nothing compared to you standing in front of him. Blushing from head to toe in a frilly pink dress.

He asked your dad about the pink, got some half-assed answer about how you never truly grew up. Frank figured it was because your dad never let you, meant more help around the ranch so he never complained about the girliness that overtook the house. The more he learned about you the more he wanted to twist everything you knew about yourself and the world. He’d take the title of a twisted man if it meant corrupting you. You’d never had a real drink of alcohol, never had sex, never did anything that Frank considered fun. You needed fun, he decided.

The third night Frank Castle visited your home solidified his decision. He’d moved out to a small Texas ranching town to get out of his head, move from everything he knew. He, however, didn’t realize he’d meet a sweet thing like you that he couldn’t get out of his head. He spent just as many evenings in the local bar trying to find another woman, more his age, to get you out. Nothing worked, no matter who he fucked you stayed there. Clouding his thoughts. Sweet Peach who didn’t know a thing about how dirty an old man could be.

You’d been tending to the small flower beds in front of the house, bent over in the mulch that was sticking to your knees, when you heard his truck pull up. The gravel crunching under his tires overpowering the song you were humming softly. You turned around to give him a small wave, your signature sweet smile proudly on display. He simply nodded his head and watched as you turned back around to tend to the flowers, eyeing the way your shorts hugged your ass when you bent all the way over. No way in hell was he going to change his mind, not even if it meant going to hell.

[strawhbrrries]

Delicate, ii

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

summary: a sweet older gentleman moves into the house next door, or rather a few acres away. he spends a few evenings with your dad and consequently earns the attention of a much younger girl, you.

warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 46), protective dad???, no use of y/n, not proofread

word count: 808 words

author’s note: here is the very first part of delicate and i really hope you guys love it! not too much action, entirely just set up for frank and peach's future endeavors and relationship. please enjoy! mwah!

tag list: @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @shantellorraine

find the masterlist here!

read the previous part here!

The sun peaked its way into your room, warming up all the spaces it touched as it slithered its way through your curtains. The sun rising earlier in the summer was always your biggest complaint, it woke you up so early but if you got blackout curtains you would sleep too late in the evening. It truly was a lose-lose situation. This particular morning, bright and early at seven am, there were two voices talking loudly in the driveway. That just so happened to be almost directly outside your bedroom window.

You sat up, rubbed your eyes and tried to decipher what they were saying. You knew it was your father and Frank speaking but you couldn’t make out any words, they were just too far out of range for that. No matter how close you got to the window you just couldn’t do it, maybe it was because you’d just woken up or maybe you were just losing your hearing. It would be a worry for another day. The clock now read seven fifteen, you spent fifteen minutes trying to eavesdrop on two grown men. It was almost pathetic.

The sun was now further into your room, if you hadn’t already gotten out of bed it would’ve been blaring into your eyes. You picked out a pink pair of shorts and matched it to a cute strawberry patterned tank top. Once you were satisfied with what you were wearing you brushed your hair and did your general morning routine. By the time you made it to the kitchen both your dad and Frank were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on some coffee that had been made earlier in the morning.

“‘Mornin’ Peach.” Your dad grumbled, taking a sip of his coffee and slurping it when it reached his lips.

“Good morning.” You chirped, way too cheery for the two men at the table. Despite being awake longer than you, neither of them were glad to be up bright and early. “Good morning, Mr. Castle.”

“Just Frank, Peach.” Frank responded, watching you traverse through the kitchen, trying his best to keep his eyes to himself.

“Yes, sir.” You smiled at him, pouring some more coffee into both cups on the table before putting it back to brew more coffee.

Frank choked on the fresh coffee he was trying to drink, even though it was said so innocently it was doing a number on him. Thankfully, for him, the table was in the way of anyone seeing the tent currently pitching in his pants. He covered it up with a cough and a clearing of his throat, continuing the conversation he was having with your dad.

The sausage and eggs your dad had made this morning had gone cold, he must’ve been up earlier than normal. You would ask him later if everything was okay on the ranch later, make sure you didn’t need to pick up any extra duties to help. You warmed up the food on the stove, listening to their conversation while you waited. Nothing interesting, besides the fact you learned Frank was single. That, you didn’t understand.

Just because you’d never had sex or anything close to it didn’t mean you didn’t imagine what it was like. For the first time. Last night. With Frank. He wasn’t wearing his cowboy hat this morning, it made you want to frown just a bit. Not that he wasn’t as attractive without it, there was just something about the hat that enhanced it. you wanted to run your fingers through his hair, twist the hair around your nails and curl it more than it already was.

“What are your plans for today, Peach?” Your dad asked, as he did every morning. Only really asking to see if you would be home long enough to do some morning chores around the house.

“I gotta stop by the general store, get some food and then probably get some stuff for the horses.” You responded, placing the now warm breakfast on a plate and sitting at the table.

“I can take ‘er.” Frank offered, taking a sip of his coffee, eyes boring into your soul. “I gotta do the same shit.”

“Perfect! Thanks, Frank!” Your dad responded happily, taking his wallet out to hand you a few bills for the stuff you needed.

Your neck burned, blush creeping up from the depths of your chest. Frank stared, discreetly, as your skin turned a tinge pink. You tuned out the rest of the conversation, playing around with your food, thinking about being alone with an older man. It was almost taboo, you hadn’t been alone with a boy much less a man. If you could see into Frank’s mind the blush would engulf your whole body, burning you like a sinner in church. You hadn’t known things so dirty and taboo.

[strawhbrrries]

dbf!frank castle + guitar

He’d gone soft in his older years, no longer needing to find revenge in the form of hurting others. His softness led him to the house down the street from your father, a quaint little house that had as many quirks as he. The small porch out front became his sanctuary, especially during the summer when the lightning bugs came out and people had bonfires, though the only furniture he had was two rocking chairs. He felt so old buying them, standing in the furniture making a mental list of every rocking chair in front of him. What’s the fuckin’ difference. He settled on the first one he sat in, buying two in hopes he’d have someone to sit in the other chair.

He picked up a guitar one afternoon, the neighborhood was hosting a yard sale and it seemed to work perfectly fine. His eyes strained to read the tiny text of the “Guitars for Dummies” book he bought soon after, he refused to get glasses. It would make him admit his older age, he wasn’t quite ready for that. The calluses didn’t take too long to build up, he was a working man and his hands had long been roughed up. Many nights he contemplated smashing the damn thing, who knew it would be so difficult to pick up. Not Frank, that’s for sure. After months of continuous work, he could finally play a song from memory and not look at the chords every five seconds. Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton.

Most of his nights on the porch now consisted of some country song, mostly Chris Stapleton, being played on his guitar and him humming along softly. Maybe this new life was worth it, he could get used to this. To the peace. On the occasion he’d have one too many drinks of whiskey, his voice could be softly heard from your porch. It was deep, the way thunder rumbles are. It was beautiful. Should be a crime he keeps it locked away under the impression he’s a bad singer. His favorite song to play was I’m a Ram, you can guess by who, and it was your favorite to listen to him sing. His deep voice having just the right amount of roughness to sound even better than the original, and that’s hard to beat. 

The neighborhood loved when Frank Castle would play the guitar on his porch, unbeknownst to him, everyone would sit on theirs and the kids would play on the streets till he went in. To him, it was a coping mechanism to the trauma he’d endured, to everyone else it was the piece that was missing from the neighborhood. A time-softened man who grumbled about helping before he did it and played the guitar every evening without fail.

[strawhbrrries]

thots, nothing but thots for dbf!frank castle.....anyway small peak of a potential fic???

edit: this fic was posted last night!! <3

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.