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i'm drunk and projecting lmao

frank castle intox kink…. 18+

being intoxicated has never appealed to you in the same sense it appeals to other people in your age group. frank is pleasantly surprised when you admit that you’ve never been drunk, and he’s curious when you explain you’ve never been comfortable drinking around other people. when he was your age, he was bar hopping with his platoon until his vision was blurry and he was sure a hangover would be involved the next day.

“do you wanna try, baby? i’ll take care of you, you know that,” frank extends his arm, thumb sliding across your hip as your body folds into the couch cushion.

“i do want to try. i think.. i think you’re the only person i’d feel safe with,” you admit, curious about how intoxication would feel. the idea of your mind being altered and your actions slow made your stomach lining feel like it was turning inside out, but with frank it was different. with frank, you could trust him to take care of you. a soft smile tugs at the corner of frank’s mouth— the fact that he’s the only one you’d feel comfortable loosening the reins around, and omitting control of yourself satiates a need frank didn’t even realize he had.

the first shot he gives you is out of his mouth. he swishes it around, embedding some of his saliva in the alcohol before tapping your lips and signaling for you to open up. with obedience frank has trained into you, your lips part and eyes close, waiting for the waterfall of alcohol off frank’s tongue.

by the third shot, you’re feeling loose as ever. it’s a lot of climbing all over frank like he’s some sort of gymnastics bar, giggling even though nothing is funny, and pressing your nose to his neck and taking a deep breath like you’re somehow scenting him. by the fourth shot (and that’s when frank decidedly cut you off) you’re whining and grinding against his lap. he’s just so pretty, you think to yourself, big muscles flexing under his shirt, soft eyes that care for you, a happy trail that you catch a glimpse of every time he lifts his arms…

“look at you, baby girl. so needy when you’re drunk, hm? did you know you were going to be horny?” frank’s curiosity isn’t meant to be patronizing, and even through your foggy mindset, you can tell his question is genuine. you’ve always been a little shy about asking frank to get you off, despite the fact that you’ve seen every inch of him, so the way you’re openly moving against him is a pleasant surprise.

“no, didn’t know. just happened, frank. ‘m so wet, i just need to finish a few times, i think. can you help me, please?”

“christ…” frank puffs out a sigh, throwing his head back just enough to expose the neck you can’t stop sniffing and licking. he should have had a discussion with you before getting you to this point. all he wants to do is press his cock into you, and fuck you until you’re a whiny puddle beneath him, but he didn’t think it through. he didn’t consider the possibility that alcohol could have that effect on you. “just keep rubbing yourself on my cock, okay? get a few good orgasms in before i put you to bed, baby. i can’t take advantage of you like this, so just use me for what you need. that’s what i’m here for. i’ll take good care of you in the morning if you still want it.”

dad bf frank is so nurturing. when he sees you across the ED, he’s making a goofy face to see you smile. when he gets home after a long shift, he’s telling you, “baby, hugs after i shower, okay? you don’t wanna get all the icky germs from the ED on you.”

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using jack’s spare key to get to you in the middle of the night. it’s supposed to be for emergencies, not to wake you up at 3 o’clock in the morning to toy with their girl. before you open your eyes, you know it’s frank climbing into bed with you. the signature scent of his aftershave is distinct, and even though it’s jack’s day with you (despite being at work), frank just needed a little relief.

“you gotta be a good girl and keep this a secret, hm?”

“mm.. secrets are bad.”

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