#frank x reader

pairing : frank castle x fem!reader

synopsis : your dad's old best friend from college got back into his life after years and they've been closer than ever... so close that he was even doing very, very naughty things to his daughter.

warnings : mdni!! smut, dad's best friend!frank castle, oral!fem, oral!male, soft!dom frank, praise kink, dumbification, p in v, sub reader, pet names (baby, sweetheart, bunny), NOT PROOFREAD!

author's note : sorry if there's any mistakes. english isn't first language and it is my first time writing in english. always open to sgguestions and critiques. let me know if there's anything in my writing that you don't vibe with. thank you for interacting!

your eyes met over the table where your dad's old college buddies were having dinner. it was a normal occurence now that they were living pretty close. it was nice seeing your dad be young and happy like this again but it was pure torture for you. the torture of sitting across the table from his best friend, frank; who you hooked up months ago after seeing each other at a bar, not knowing he was the best friend frank your dad never stopped talking about. how could you have known the random old man who fucked you so thoroughly was your dad's best friend?! so this was your life for months now. pretending he wasn't driving you crazy with his manly man face and a nose you would love to sit on again, and you driving him insane with your innocent doe eyes and air-headed questions like "oh you have to put oil in your car?"

to give credit where credit is due, he was holding up pretty well, puttng distance and never crossing that line again. but you weren't. he was a forty something man with an iron grip on his self control, and you were a twenty something woman with needs you couldn't ignore any further. tonight, you were determined to cross that line and snap him out of whatever moral code he had put on himself.

the conversation around the table was easy, everyone was happy and a drunk thanks to the beers frank had brought. every now and then you brushed his leg with your foot and watched him jump a little in delight. "so frank, how's dating going for such guy like you?" one of them asked. you almost choked on your pasta sauce before listening intently. "man fuck off, you know i don't really deal with that shit anymore." his voice was so deep and gravelly it sent a jolt through your spine and settled between your legs. "and the kid is here." he said with a little angry disbelief. the kid?! oh frank castle you were a dead man.

"i am 22 years old." you got up because the dinner was done already so you could go ahead and take a seat on the couch before the man. "still a kid to me sweetheart." he said after you and it made your blood boil. he knew and he was doing it on purpose, he had to be. calling you a kid after the things he had done to you was purely to mess with you.

the rest of the night went by giving him angry glances and him trying to supress his smirk. every time he talked though your body had an involuntary reaction to his deep voice. you remember how he ordered you turn around and lift your ass, how he praised you for taking him so good-

"you comin' or what?" you snapped out of your ovulation-induced trance and looked up aat frank. everyone was gone and your dad was throwing away the beer bottles. "let jon walk you home honey, it's late." you stood up and reached for your purse. "i don't need to-" he gave you a look that said quit it. "okay, fine, sure, it's not like i'm 24 or anything..." you murmured to yourself angrily as you both walked out of the house. first he called you a kid and now he was walking you home. you felt irritated and bratty. we walked in silence for only five minutes before i started talking. "you know, it's pretty hypocritical calling me a kid when you had no problem pushing my head down into the matress while you pounded-" he stopped in his tracks and grabbed my arm. "you should really stop that sweetheart."

"why? it's not like i have an effect on you whatsoever! you can so easily pretend like nothing happened between us while you make it so hard for me to ignore you and stare at me so intently i feel my skin catching fire under your gaze!" you were breathing heavily after that rant, months of ignoring this growing tension finally snapping.

"you think i'm not affected?" he held your chin a little harshly than he intended to but he too was burning. "you think it's easy for me to sit infront of the woman who made me question and almost threw away all my moral code just so i can touch her soft skin again? do you think it's easy touching yourself with the thought of the only woman i can't have because she is my best friend's daugther?" the distance between you was getting smaller by the second and before you knew, you were breathing heavily against each others lips. "sweetheart i tried so hard to ignore you and your pretty eyes..." his rough thumb pulled your lower lip down. "but i am still a man and you're still the most beautiful thing i've ever seen in my life... and i have lived a long life."

your cheeks were burning, eyes glazed over under the soft yellow light of the streetlamps. "you're such a bad girl aren't you? seducing the old man who doesn't have a good grip on his self control anymore. do you have no shame, baby, fucking a man twenty years older than you?" a slight whimper escaped your pouty lips with your sharp exhale. the humiliation of hearing how perverted you were was doing things to you. your skin felt sticky with sweat and your pale skin went pink, it was the cutest thing he had ever seen. "frank... i want-"

"oh i know what you want baby, and i can't bring myself to say no to you anymore." your house was right there, just a few steps ahead. it would be so easy to go inside and... "please." frank chuckled with his deep voice as his rough palms engulfed your soft hand. "just walk sweetheart."

in a matter of seconds you were against the door and your hands were fiddling with the keys, trying to open the door. the second you were inside, it was like an earthquake finally being released after all that tension. his hands were everywhere, yours where in his hair. sharp teeth pulled at your lips, rough hands grabbing your hips and throwing you on the couch. "you're so pretty... my girl..." his lips started at your neck, licking and then blowing on the skin that snet shudders through your whole body. he slowly made his way down, kissing your collarbones wile pushing your shirt up. all you could do was take what he was giving to you and whimper. your bra was next after your shirt. he gave soft licks and sucks to the right one while playing with the other. your back arched and the warmth that had settled before intensified ten fold. "frank..." he shushed you as he licked a stripe up your belly button. "my sensitive little girl. you're shaking like a leaf, baby." he was being so condecending while talking so softly it was making my brain turn into mush. he licked along pur waistband before pulling down your pants and your panties with it. he grabbed your pale pink lace panties and showed the very wet spot on the crotch to you. "look how wet you are for me, you're such a good girl." he smelled the panties while rubbing circles on your thighs. the embarrasment of his act made you squirm under him on the couch while kneeled infront of you. "good girl... show me my pussy, atta girl." he spread your legs until you were wide open, full on display for his hungry eyes as he looked at the wet mess glistening under the moonlight.

he pressed his mouth to the softness of you and groaned at the taste. you were trembling under his relentless sucking and licking while he pulled your lips apart to reach your clit directly. the stimulation was making your toes tingle and thighs tremble, it was too much and too good at the same time. when you realized it was going to end too soon you grabbed his veiny forearm desperately, clawing at his skin. "god- stop i'm gonna-"

"be a good girl and come for me. there you go, bunny." he talked you through your orgasm as it hit you like a truck. your whole body trembled as you struggled to keep quiet while he guided you thorugh it with small movement of his fingers. when you finally stopped squirming he gave you a small kiss down there and came up, face covered in your wetness. "oh my god frank." the couch under you was covered in your juices too. without a word he grabbed you like you weighed nothing at all, carrying you to his room.

when he dropped you onto the bed, you didn't let him crawl over you, instead you slid down and kneeled between his knees, looking up at him like you were hungry. running your hands over his muscly thighs, you pressed your cheek against the outline of his hardness. "please let me taste you..." you were salivating at the thought, tha ache between your legs intensifying. "yeah you wanna? show me." he let you reach for his belt and lifted his hips a little for you to pull his pants down. what you saw made you gasp, eyes wide. "no don't back out now, you're a brave girl." his length was an angry red in your smaller hand, leaking at the tip. with a big breath you stuck out your tongue and licked the whole length of it, his velvety skin salty under your tongue. after a few strokes of your tongue, he grabbed the back your head gently, gathering your hair in a fist. "don't play with your food, baby." he urged you to come closer. with your mouth open and tongue sticking out, you finally licked the tip, a sweet taste covering your mouth. "that's it, there you go." he praised you with a breathy voice as you took him deeper, at least trying to. he was big, veiny and especially thick, making it hard for you to take much. his praises made you wanna do anything to please him. "such a pretty girl with a filthy mouth, too full to talk baby? just like that..." he wasn't quiet by any means, groaning with his gravelly voice, making it clear that you were sucking the soul out of him even in your inexperinced state. with every praise you sucked harder, licked every inch, giving him everything you got. the hold he had on your hair tightened as he started to move his hips while holding you down, fucking your throat. tears gathered in your eyes as he grabbed your hair harder, though it was obvious he was trying so hard to hold back, to be a gentleman. "fuck baby- you're such an angel for me."

after a few deep strokes he stopped, pulling you up and into his lap. "why did you-" he laid you onto the bed, taking his shirt off in the process. "i'm not done with you, not by a long shot." he pushed down his pants fully before crawling on top of you. he alligned his cock with your entrance, pushing in just an inch before pulling back. whining, you held onto his bicep while he pushed you down into the mattress, covering your whole body with his heavy weight. "stop teasing..." you whined again when he stretched you with just the tip. your legs trembled on either side of his torso as he pushed your thight to your chest, opening you to him. "i wanna take my time but you're making it so hard baby. look at that pussy." he pushed in slowly while watching how he strecthed you. you squirmed a little with the intense stretch. you weren't a virgin but having so little sex in your life definitely made this harder even with your dripping wetness. "breathe for me, there we go... relax sweetheart, i'm gonna take such good care of you." you were a mess by the time he managed to put a little over half of his length inside. the burning sensation was lessening with his gentle thrusting. with one final push he went fully in, both of you groaning at the sensation. "frank, fuck- please..." the feeling was so instense you didn't know what you were begging for, please stop? please more? definitely the latter. he was trying so hard to be gentle, shallow thrusts until you fully adapted to his girth. "you're taking me so well baby, look at that pretty face- huh- so wet for me. do you hear yourself?" the wet sounds with each thrust were embarassingly loud, practically begging him without using your words. his grip on his self control was slipping with every whine and sloppy thrust. his huge hand grabbed your waist, almost covering the entirety of your front as he started to go harder. he was a hitting a spot you didn't even know existed. dripping wetness pooled under you as you lost yourself, grabbing his forearm and the bedsheets. the bed creacked with every brutal thrust now that you were fully taking it.

"gorgeous girl, my girl..." he never stopped praising you, listening to your moans getting louder with every soft word and harsh thrust. his calloused thumb started drawing small circles over your puffy clit, which made you roll eyes back with a guttural groan. your mind went blank as he made you take every brutal thrust, matching his thumb to his ryhthm. "fu- oh! so close p-!" he huffed out a laboured chuckle, putting inhuman effort to his movements. the sound of skin hitting skin was obnoxiously loud while you begged under him with tears in your eyes. your mouth fell open with soft sobs while he hit your cervix over and over again, making you cream around his thick length. "such a dumb bunny, can't even talk." he pushed on the bulge on your stomach. you gasped with a clench aroıund him, suffocating his cock. "so full aren't you baby? beg a little more and maybe i'll give you what you want."

without pulling out, he turned you onto your stomach. he squeezed your legs between his, pushing his body weight on you, forcing you into prone bone position. the new angle made you moan loud with your eyes rolling back. with one arm beside your head, he grabbed your face with the other and started thrusting hard, fingers in your moouth. he was defintely bruising your cervix and it was the best feeling you've ever had. you drooled onto his huge hand covering your mouth, forcing you into submission. you couldn't move, you could only moan into his palm and take it. he was fucking you dumb. "oh look at that, not a thought behind those eyes. you like it don't you sweetheart? being so helpless under me. come for me, just like that." he was hitting just right and with the condescending way he was talking to you, it was inevitable. you started shaking, though the position he had you in was making you immobile. you were coming so hard your vision went black and you bit into his palm helplessly. he wasn't even slowing down, forcing you every inch of his cock. with a final thrust, he painted your insides, warming you with his thick load.

slowly, he pulled out and without wasting a second pulled you into his sweaty chest. he gave small kisses on top of your head as he rubbed your back. "you did so good baby, breathe... my girl." he soothed your exhausted and overstimulated body. you took deep breaths, your heart racing. his warm skin and the constant rubbing made your eyelids go heavy. "frank..." you hummed, barely keeping yourself awake. "yeah baby?" he kissed your nose, your eyes and forehead softly, giving you all the softness he had. "we have to this again."

he pulled you closer with a breathy chuckle. "i'm never letting you go, bunny."

*flashback*

I was walking with my friend, Cassidy, we were on summer break. I was going to stay at her house for the summer, and that was going to be awesome. We were laughing, talking about our plan for the summer. But something caught my attention, someone. He was there. I didn’t knew his name at that time, but I would find out soon. It’s like the time stopped, there was him and me. No one else.

Cassidy: Hey y/n, you all right?

Y/n: Yeah sorry, I was in my head.

She then continued to talked but I wasn’t listening anymore. I was staring at him. Hoping he would stared back. He was on the deck of his black car, waiting. Waiting for what? I have no idea. Then it finally happened. He looked at me. His nose being broken only helped me fail more in love with him. All of him was handsome, his hands, his face, his shape. I had to get him.

I knew my cheeks were turning red, but I did not care. Cassidy looked at me then where I was staring and then said something that I was not prepared to hear.

Cassidy: Oh my god! Hey frank!

How did she knew his name? I never saw him here, how does she known who he is?We then started to walk in his direction. When we were standing in front of him, he looked at her with a smile and then at me with no emotions? Do I look okay? Why isn’t he smiling anymore ?

Cassidy: y/n, this is my brother, frank, frank this is y/n.

Her brother oh my god. That’s why I never saw him before!

Frank: Nice to meet you y/n.

Y/n: Nice to meet you too.

Can it get better?

Frank: So Cass, I came to pick you guys up for the summer break. Our aunt couldn’t come pick you guys up anymore. Hope it’s all right.

It’s more than all right. I will be with him. All. Summer. Long. How can it be better? Cassidy did not mind, she loved her big brother. She talked to him all the way to their home, but he never stared at her, only me. I did start to get a little wet, his glance is just so intense. So deep. Like he wanted me and that’s all I needed to be wet. I’m easy. Especially with him.

It took us an hour to get there. Her aunt was not there, it was only us three.

Frank: Girls I’m going to go to the grocery store, anyone want something?

The only thing that popped in my head was him. So yeah I did not talk, no way I would do something. At least not in front of Cassidy.

Cassidy: No it’s okay! Thank you.

He then went, never look back at least not at her.

Y/n: So how old is your brother ?

She was giving me a tour and all that was going thought my head was him. So I had to ask.

Cassidy: he’s 38, yeah he’s old, but I never saw that much of a difference.

Y/n: Oh that’s only 15 years it’s not that bad.

Even when I said that, I meant it. It was like hearing that it was a 15 days gap between him and I.

While looking at the house I realized that it did not have place for me.

Y/n: Eh Cassidy? Where am I going to sleep? I can’t sleep with you, there’s actually no place? I can’t be in your aunt bedroom too she’s here and won’t leave for at least a couple days.

Cassidy: I thought I told you but that’s okay. You were at first supposed to take Frank’s room… but now that he is here… Do you mind sleeping with him? He has a king bed, and I only have a simple and my room and is too little for us both… if you want tho I can sleep with him?

Oh my god. It does get better.

Y/n: Oh! That’s alright, I don’t mind. Does he knows about this ?

Cassidy: Yes I told him, I’m surprised you did not hear. You were in the car with us. He said nothing but he did looked at you with a smile which he never did with any of my friends.

Y/n: You’re serious ? Well since we are talking about him. Why did you never mentioned him?

Cassidy: Well to be honest, I don’t see him that much, he’s always in some work things. I don’t know, I just never had the chance to talk about him I guess.

While we were walking, she showed me our room. Frank and I room.

Cassidy: that’s it! That’s your room, suit yourself. Come find me when you’re finished with putting your things away!

I smiled at her and entered the room. So quiet. His king sized bed being made at perfection made sense. No decorations. No nothing. His room was just black. I did smell his perfume. It smelled like the forrest and fire. I don’t know why but I closed the door. Let my packages next to it and when straight to the bed.

I started to smell the sheets and turned on my back to lay on it. That’s when my hand started to make rotation on my clito. Harsh. Rapid. It didn’t take long to be wet. And my underwear to be off. I was entering two fingers while making rotations. My hips were starting to go up and down in the air.

All I was thinking about was him. His hair, his face, how his hands touch me. I wanted him. I tried to not make sound, I really did. But one slipped out.

He entered at the same time. I was so embarrassed. The first and last time he was going to kick me out. Or was he?

He stared at me while I was putting my underwear, then closed the door. He started to get closer, got on the bed, on top of me.

Frank: there’s no need for you to put back your panties, sweetheart. Let me finish that for you. My only instruction is do not make noises. You wouldn’t want Cassidy to hear us would you?

He then started to take of my panties. Spread my legs open, and dive in. He started to eat like there was no tomorrow. I was breathing hard, my hand on his head, pressing him against my clito. He was licking hard. My legs were starting to press him, my hand was still on his head. I didn’t want him to stop. I was bitting my cheek. Real hard. He then put his hands on my stomach, both of them. He was touching my waist, my stomach and then my boobs. He pressed them, while still licking me off. I was really enduring. He did not like that. He decided to take it to the next level. He stopped licking me, unzipped his pants and penetrate me.

All 12 inches. I was trying so hard no to moan. He started to go fast, so fast I didn’t have time to think. He putted his hand on my throat, while giving me hickeys on it.

Frank: You like that sweetheart? Want me to go deeper?

Y/n: y..yeah…yes.ple..please Frank…

Frank: as you wish.

He did go in deeper. He was fast and rough. All that while bitting my neck, kissing it. I was close. So close.

Y/n: I-I’m…going… to.. cum..

Frank: then do it baby.

I squirt all over his bed. He did finish in me. After saying how hot I am and how hot this was. He then took his fingers and he putted them in his mouth was looking straight into my eyes.

Frank: You should go see Cassidy. She’s been waiting. Don’t forget, we share this bed. See you later sweetheart.

What did just happen. Well at least mission accomplished. I just can’t wait for tonight.

*an hour later at supper*

He was sitting in front of me. Cassidy to my side and their aunt to my other side. It was going great, I then had an idea. I put my foot on his package and started to caress him. I knew he was the type of guy to be dominant, but I wanted him to know I am too.

He looked at me, and you could see in his eyes the envy and what he was going to do later. He did not make sound and I did not stopped until he left the table. He got some work to do, he said that he will be back in a couple of hours.

The rest of the evening was calm but finally it was bed time. I got into our room, he was not there yet. I got in the shower and did an everything shower, no way I was going to stink when he will be next to me.

I was so happy that I bought a sexy suit from victory secret. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was hot. I got out of our bathroom, and he was there.

He looked at me with big eyes. He said nothing but picked me off the ground, took of his shirt and put me against the wall. He started to kiss me hard, one hand on my throat the other on my boob.

Frank: God they’re so big.

He said that while putting his face on them and kissing them. I was making sound, big noises. It was so good.

He then threw me on the bed, I was staring at his perfect shape. His abs.

Y/n: ravish me.

He did. He took off his pants. His boxer. He putted me in doggy style and started, he puts his dick in me, real hard, real bad. I screamed. He loved it.

Frank: mmh. You’re so tight I love it.

He continued for a little bit and then he started to finger me while staying in that position. It was so fucking hot.

Y/n: Oh yes… that’s the spot frank…

Frank: I don’t want you to finish. So let me do something else baby.

He turned me over, on the side of the bed and put his dick in my mouth. I was sucking hard while looking straight into his eyes.

Frank: Fuck baby. You’re so hot.

I started to suck him even harder putting my hands on his balls and on his dick.

I knew that was the spot, he knew too. That’s why he put his hand on my head. And he was pushing hard, real hard.

Frank: I’m almost there. Finish me sweetheart.

Oh god he’s making me wet.

He did finish, I did not spit. I swallowed all.

Been thinking about Frank Castle with his wellness baddie … 🪷

🎧 - Why’d you only ever call me when you’re high? - Arctic Monkeys.

“Mph, shit’s not gonna work, baby.”

Frank’s bare, hulking figure struggled against the wooden bars of the chair. Two, raw hands seizing his denim clad kneecaps as he hissed at the tense pains shooting from the base of his neck to length of his jaw.

The incessant hum of an aged ac whirred above you as you rummaged through your shelves. Lined with various tubs and bottles of differing liquids. Varieties of density, colour, scent. Each with their own healing components.

Calling Frank Castle DADDY?! Frank Castle would HATE to be called daddy! Honestly he’d be so disgusted, like all he thinks about is his family and how he lost them. Plus his kids were at the age where they would have called him daddy so reader calling him that during sex?…. He’d be done with sex and probably reader because it would hurt him so much and make him sooo angry…. And uncomfy

Hot take over….