#dbf!frank castle

[noceurous]

too hot to handle

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

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

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

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

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

you were a pure torture

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

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

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

you did not even try to hide your smirk

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

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

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

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

👀 👀 👀

[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.

[montysstuffs]

😚💨🍃with Dbf Frank castle

Warnings: brief mentions of sex, smoking 🍃

AN: a tiny bit of a long one, but I was chillin and was like “know what would be great? If Frank/Jon were here.” So here we are. As usual, please do enjoy and I might make a smuttier one later 😙✌🏾

•your parents are on vacation, so that’s one nuisance out of your hair, besides your job. your parents aren’t really a nuisance. They can just be a bit overbearing. So when they say they’re going on vacation, you pretty much push, no, shove them out the door.

•you’re sitting on your couch as you open up your stash box after a long shower. your hair is pulled up and wet, but of course you’ll style it later. Not like you’re going anywhere. you blast your favorite music as you roll up.

•all you need was a little stress relief. To just float away on a breezy cloud as you flick open your lighter. you could already feel the fuzzy sensation, starting as a buzz in your head

•the music begins coursing through your veins with every passing second, until you’re up and dancing like no one’s watching. Singing along to the music in your robe, and messy hair.

•until the front door opens. you can’t hear it as the music is too loud. Frank is standing in the doorway of the living room. He watches you dance around to the beat of the music in nothing but a pretty robe that fell so nicely on your curves, but kept a bit to the imagination. You don’t notice as you back into him while taking another hit.

•”uhh hi”

•”hey, peaches” (god I fucking love that nickname). “Looks like you’re having a blast while mommy and daddy are away”

•you roll your eyes at him, slowly backing into the kitchen counter as he approaches you. “you don’t have to call them ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy.’ Im a fucking adult, ya know.”

•”sure you are. And that’s why you’ve got this pretty little number on. All for me?”

•you scoff and roll your eyes at his apparent cockiness. “no, actually. I was just relaxing.”the joint now hidden behind your back like he really couldn’t see you smoking just a few moments ago.

•he smirks down at you, now that he’s got you cornered. He reaches his arm behind you to grab it, but you put your hand further back. Unfortunately, Frank’s arms are a bit longer than yours.

•he plucks it with both fingers and smiles as it isn’t lit anymore. You must’ve put it out while it was behind you.

•”I won’t tell your mommy and daddy, if you let me hit”

•your eyes widen at the proposition. Your eyes searching Frank’s for some type of chink in his armor. A half-smile or something

•and there it was. That castle smirk you know all too well. He was fucking with you

•”-the blunt. I meant hit the blunt.”

•but your façade doesn’t crumble as quickly as his. It takes two to tango. You shrug your shoulders at him and cross your arms.

•” ‘s a shame. I could’ve taken you up on that offer.”

•you take the blunt back from his fingers and light it to take a hit. He is staring at you in awe, only coming back down to earth once you blow a smoke ring into his face.

TBC? 👀👀👀

[frankenhookersmonster]

♡ frankenhookersmonster’s lovebug sleepover ♡

with the last chapter of lovebug coming out on tuesday, august 9th, we’re gonna have a little sleepover!!! pretty sure this is gonna flop but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

as always, this sleepover will be 18+ only - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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[stargirlfics]

Yet again Another dbf!Frank moment but just look at him 😵‍💫 imagine him coming over after a shift to have a few (too many) beers with your dad which leads to shameless flirty texts like “baby look at you, I’m tryna concentrate on he’s saying but all I can think about is what I want to do to you tonight” maybe replying with “You look so good in uniform daddy, can’t wait to be on my knees for you”

literalyyyy would be all over him like truly risking getting caught cause wheww, texts like that? bend me over rn ughhh

[chrisevansredbelt]

Hard to reach was so good, I’m literally dying over dbf!frank 🥵 can we please please have more?

hell yes i love dbf!frank so much he truly has a special place in my heart.

i gotta give the people what they want so SEND ME DBF!FRANK REQUESTS

[murcocks4eva]

dbf!frank castle smut

warnings:18+ smut , not much plot , fingering, daddy kink?, praise , degrading, baes best friend, some more i will add in.

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your dad billy has been best friends with frank since you can remember , you’ve also had a crush on frank since you can remember.

ever since your eighteenth birthday frank has been acting a lot more flirtatious towards you , not that you were complaining but you were way to scared to make the first move incase you made him uncomfortable or your dad found out, but he made it so hard to resist him.

arriving home after work you see frank sat at the table with your father about to eat dinner “ah just in time , want dinner?” you stare at your father completely blanking the words too consumed with franks presences “um no thanks dad , think i’ll just head to my room” he sighs a little “comon sweetie you’ve been working all day you need to eat” understanding you wont be abled to avoid frank you give in to your dad “okay sure i’ll have a little”

walking to the table frank kindly pulls out a chair for you , you don’t think about the consequences of sitting next to him so you do so anyway . “mm good girl , your dad made your favourite” you move a little in your seat not expecting the sudden praise, suddenly your dad walks in a dish in hand “here you go , just got a phone call make sure you save me some” he smirks at frank while walking away.

“that guy , who does he take me for” he mumbled shaking his head “a starving man i suppose” he looks at you shocked by your forward ness “and what do you mean by that darling” “only that you have been on me since my birthday” his hand glides up for thigh stopping at the hem of your skirt.

“frank not here” “i think i need to correct your attitude little one” his finger goes a little further slightly touching the wet of your panties “wet already? oh i will have so much fun with you” “please daddy” you look at each-other a little shocked by the use of the name , you expected him to stop “shit frank i’m sorry i didn’t mea-“

“say it again sweets” “please daddy touch me” you begged almost shamelessly , his hand slipped into your panties gently rubbing your clit in small circles “this okay?” “yeah fuck frank i need more” “what do you need baby” “please put your fingers in me daddy” “good little slut huh , all for me?” slowly he pushed in and out of you with his fingers.

“gunna cum daddy” “atta girl let go for me” you came on his fingers so hard gripping his finger with your legs as you submitted to your climax. just as he removed his fingers and he opened his mouth to speak your father walked in “who’s ready for some dinner?”

[stargirlfics]

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

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

[stargirlfics]

Imagine being an “accountant” and posting to Insta to hype up business but dbf!Frank finds your page and replies to a recent story with

“Just saw your IG story doll, Maybe you can give me a private show tonight”

“Anything for you daddy but I don’t think I can wait, come over now”

Whew this is 😮‍💨

[stargirlfics]

Sending dbf!Frank risky pictures most mornings that he tucks away in a hidden folder on his phone, saying things like “I’m wearing that black thing you like, maybe you’ll get to take it off later” I can just imagine his smug smile on his face as he types back with something like “hope you know you’re never getting those panties back” 😮‍💨

DHSJSJ AHH!!! No cause this right here!!! I just know sending him pics and flirty texts would have your heart racing and you’re just cheesin cause his replies are so witty and hot! Help!

[stargirlfics]

Watching a movie on the couch with Dbf!Frank and scooting closer to lean your head on his shoulder, you just say you getting comfy and after a while of watching the movies and relaxing into him he’s whispering just loud enough for only you to hear “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” “Do you think of me when you touch yourself”

I would be straddling his lap faster than the speed of light 🥵

Screeching rn I would die and then come back to life! Maybe you’re a little embarrassed cause he’s your dad’s best friend and he’s so much older and the way you froze when he said it is a dead giveaway and it doesn’t help that Frank has the widest grin on his face when you dare to look at him and try and form words that don’t come out

“S’ok, darlin. Don’t need to be shy, am I right about that? You thinkin of me when you touch yourself at night?”

LIKE CUE NOT BEING ABLE TO BREATHE

Eventually you end up in his lap trying to grind against him and he’s got his hands on your hips encouraging you, telling you he thinks about you all the time, he thinks about what you taste like, how you sound when you cum, sooo many filthy things

Crying rn I want itttt!

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lovebug chapter three in two hours :)

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feeling a little crazy might post chapter three of lovebug tonight

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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 934

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

The summer between school years was supposed to be relaxing. A full nine or so months of school work, all pay off for a few days by the water soaking in sun, a hike through the wilderness, or sleeping in at the very least. But now here you were, moving dusty boxes from the basement and garage to the attic. Why you needed to do this? Your father had simply shrugged, mumbling about late spring cleaning. So now you were spending the warmest day of May wrestling cardboard full of useless shit no one’s touched in years while everyone and their mother flocked to the beach, lake or pool. 

You ungracefully dropped a box onto the wooden planks of the attic, wiping your forehead of sweat. The air was thick, you felt like you were swimming. 

Isn’t that just great, it’s almost like a beach day.

Sighing, you put your hands on your hips and made your way to the ladder. The halls of your house still looked the same way they did when you were small. Your mom had kept up with the decor of the house, so since she split it was perpetually stuck in 2009. You didn’t judge your mom for leaving, you were young and still saw her over school vacations and long weekends. She was happier without your dad, which you understood, though you had always preferred your dad even before their divorce. There wasn’t any rhyme or reason to it, you had always been a daddy’s girl. 

Once your mom had moved away, your dad really became your go to. Sat through conferences, math team meets, any other extracurricular you had picked up. He took you driving around empty parking lots, bought you your first box of pads, helped you apply to colleges and kept you as out of debt as best he could. He was a good dad. 

You had made your way into the kitchen and filled a glass of water, chugging it down so fast you couldn’t breath. Looking out the window, you saw your dad’s truck was missing from the driveway. “Son of a bitch…” you muttered, filling your glass and gulping it down again. How dare he leave you to deal with his project turn mess all alone? You set down your cup a little harder than you had intended, stretching your arms over your head before throwing the door to the garage open. 

Suddenly, a crash, followed by mumbled cursing. Confused, you slowly moved down the two steps into the garage. 

Frank Castle, standing over a capsized box of old pots and pans. A hand ran fingers through his hair while the other rubbed his stomach. 

“Jesus kiddo you can’t go sneakin’ up on a man like that.” He licked his lips and chuckled. You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Didn’t mean to spook you. I didn’t see my dad's truck and I thought someone broke in.” That really made him laugh. 

“Well then, you better work on those sneakin’ skills. If someone broke in, bam!” He raised his finger guns to your head. “You’re dead.”

Frank had lived next door since you were twelve. It was right after his own divorce, while your dad was going on year three of single life. The two grew inseparable, they spent nights at the bar playing pool for hours, weekend long camping trips, and most commonly Sunday football. The two would sit in front of the tv in your living room, nursing beers and yelling at the top of their lungs every week through the fall and winter. You weren’t home often on Sundays, most of the time you were working or busy with a school club. 

All to say, you didn’t interact with Frank too often apart from a quick greeting at the fence between your houses or a nod as you headed upstairs to your room. Your dad wasn’t super hands on with your friends, he didn’t attempt to insert himself, so you didn’t either. You were just happy he was talking to someone that wasn’t you, not that you didn’t want to talk to him, but even you knew he was better off making friends with someone his own age rather than his teenage daughter. 

“Your dad just ran to donate some of the stuff from the basement. He’ll be back soon.” Frank smiled quickly before bending over to pick up the box. Even from your limited interactions, you knew Frank wasn’t much of a talker. He liked to watch, furrowed brows and all. He brushed past you with a grunt, presumably bringing the box to the attic. 

“You uh… you stayin’ all summer? With your dad?” he asked, though he couldn’t meet your eyes, instead staring at the door frame. 

“Yeah, I might go see my mom at some point but other than that I’m here ‘till the fall.” He then made eye contact, licking his lips. 

He licked his fucking lips.

Frank nodded, turning slowly and heading back on his way. You backed up into your dad's tool desk, hopping up to sit on it. Did people just lick their lips like that? Unprompted? Was it hot, sure, a little bit. Just because you thought it was attractive didn’t mean anything. Any man could lick their lips and make eye contact and it could give you butterflies. Combined with the fact that Frank was undoubtedly conventionally attractive, a little standoffish and you hadn’t had sex in almost six months made you question your own motives. 

You shook your head, stood up, and got back moving those damn boxes.

a/n - i hope y’all likey :) pls reblog helps motivate me to keep writing muah much love xx