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frank castle has a dad kink.

dadbf!frankcastle , use of word dad , not proofread blurb

18+ minors do not interact..

coming home after a long day of the worlds bullshit , having his ear talked off by someone he couldn't bother to remember the name of. but he didn't care. no no he dosent care about anything that isn't his little girl, all soft and pretty and pliant and always so good. so easy and pretty compared to the rest of the world that's it's really not his fault he gets off on something so taboo.

picking your outfits like your doll, your small stature making it easier then hell to move you around whenever and however the wanted really, coddling and cooing you whenever he got the chance. always mentioning how he's "older and wiser" how "his little girl" needs him. and even when you could do it yourself, you let him handle it, let him care for you in every aspect. doe eyes and short skirts, asking him to reach things on the high shelf's, that was nothing. that could have been anyone, but not anyone was his bunny huh?.

He couldn't fuck you any rougher, pounding into you at a rate that made your head spin, drool pool at the corners of your mouth as your face was pushed deeper into the bed, his large, very large frame keeping you still, right there. his angel, so small and pliant and frankly the sounds the wetness of your cunt we're making we're obscene. whines and moans and whimpers that where met with the soft cooing of him. deep rumble of voice pressed against your temple as each stroke drove deep enough to kill any brain cells still working. "atta girl, that's dads baby." too strung out on his cock to fully realize daddy had slipped into dad.

your friend tells you there's some guy staring, being creepy, but you think he looks nice, kinda cute, with his flushed face and gnarly little teeth, so you invite him to hangout. he follows you around the pier, and he's awkward, but he's funny, and sweet, and he buys you all snacks and drinks at the snack-bar, carries all your purses and shopping bags, all while smelling your hair when you're not looking and peeking through the changing curtain at the boutique for a glimpse at the wild bush suffocating in your bottoms.

you invite him back to your house for a pool party and you realize the depth of his shyness when he won't get in the water, won't take off his shirt. you sit in his lap and stroke his cheeks, tell him kind things he's never heard while you wiggle his top and jeans off, rub on his pudgy, freckled little belly. you see his thick imprint, now in his boxers, his monstrous thighs and it's the cherry on top, you know that you have to have him.

an hour later he's in your bedroom, glasses knocked half-way off while you push back into his big fat dick, and he's whining, scared, he can’t believe it’s happening, that you’re soo sloppy, your pussy is so creamy, it’s all over his thighs and his balls, and he’s cum three times already, and he can’t hold himself up. he puts all his weight on you, biting you, smelling you, savoring you, humping, humping, humping until he can’t anymore.

🪼anon

And you know he’d fucking love it.

There was no subtly when it came to his title, ever since he saw your cheeks and the tips of your ears turn bright red when he said “Daddy’s home” he was taking it in stride, to make you squirm and to boost his ego.

He’d come home, finding you lounging on the couch with a welcoming grin on your lips. No time wasted in leaning over you to pepper your face in kisses, feeling the delicious scratch of his beard.

“Mm… ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He’d mutter, moving his mouth to suck onto your neck- grinning against it as he hears your breath hitch.

“Missed you, Billy…”

“Nuh uh… not Billy sweetheart.” He’d tease, tilting your chin up to hold your gaze.

“What’s my name?”

You’d blush, your body tingling with excitement of what’s to come…

“…daddy.”

“Thaaats it, good girl…”

And then of course, when his cock was driving into you- he couldn’t hold back his filthy mouth.

“Daddy’s cock feels good don’t it, sweetheart? Cmon, tell me how fuckin’ good it is.”

And when you’d moan out incoherent words, all fucked dumb from his cock he’d just taunt you even more.

i’m not sure if you’ve done this before, nd i don’t want to be a bother with all of your sammy content lately (which i luv!) but . . . maybe dbf!jack who’s spending time in the guest room for a few days. it’s late at night nd reader walks into his room scared because her father has been being really mean to her lately :(( jack has a soft spot for her. he brings her in his lap nd comforts her as her daddy. . you could add smut or just leave it there ! ! i love your work sm <3

anon please you could neeeever be a bother. it's sammy bryant summer but i know where home is <3 and that is a gorg idea!!! i made myself a little emotional writing this #daddyissues so no smut but have this cutie sweet daddy jack makin u feel better !!!

cw: dbf!jack, daddy issues?, hurt/comfort, no smut

your dad's best friend jack abbot is staying at your place— his water heater is broken and he needed somewhere to stay for a little while. your father, ever the gracious host, offered him the guest room at your house. you're happy to have jack around, he's never had kids and he treats you like one of his own.

but his visit's come at a weird time. your dad's been more critical of you than usual lately. nothing you do is ever right: every load of laundry's on the wrong cycle, your room is a pigsty, every outfit you wear is way too revealing. it all starts to hit you at once, and you find yourself sniffling in your bed, your heart weighing heavy in your chest.

meanwhile, jack's up late— old habits pulling him back to the battlefield. he's on his ipad, the screen glowing with trauma case write-ups, his readers perched low on his nose. it's his version of doomscrolling, he supposes. he looks up when he hears your little knocks on the door and his gravelly voice rumbles out to you from deep in his throat: "baby, what's goin' on? come in."

this is for my moots who inspired me to blurb! i luv you~ @valleyanimalz @dirtygir1 @bbuuunnyyy @groovyangelkisses

*nasty smut below the cut teehee* ! mdni !

pope cody hates that you make him wear a condom, that you have been making him wrap it up for the entire two month relationship. he feels it’s an unnecessary barrier keeping him from feeling all of you and filling you up properly. but, he agreed the first time because he was so desperate to be inside you. always has been. always will be.

now, even after you’ve fucked more times than he can count while protected. he’s fed up. he knows that you’ll like it bare. that you’ll need it. that you’ll never make him wear a stupid condom again when you learn how good it feels when he sinks into you raw. you just need his help. need your strong, heroic boyfriend to take that step that you cant take yourself. god, he’s so good to you. that’s what he tells himself when he formulates his plan.