#dad!frank

[lovelybucky1]

omigosh…frank on call with reader after she sent the pics to him while dad!matt is making her apologize and teasing her 😖😖😖

part two to this post

you're on your back with your knees spread, one hand holding the phone up to your ear and the other twisted in matt's hair. as punishment for sending a nude picture to frank behind matt's back, he's been between your legs for what feels like hours, teasing you. in addition to your physical torture, he's also humiliating you in front of frank.

frank picks up the phone on the second ring and, as always, he's worried something bad happened to you.

"hey, baby, are you okay? something wrong?" he asks.

"i-i'm sorry, frank," you whine into the phone as matt laves his tongue over your already-sensitive clit.

"what're you sorry for, dollface?" the concern evident in his voice.

"for sending you pictures," you explain.

instead of providing comfort, frank laughs into the phone. at that, you can feel matt smirk against your pussy. there's no need to put the phone on speaker; matt is able to hear both sides of the conversation clearly. if anything, that serves to make this situation even more humiliating, knowing that this is entirely between you and frank, with matt just being a spectator.

"ah," he says. "are you in trouble?"

"uhhuh."

"what's he doin' to you, huh? spanking that pretty ass raw?" the image of that alone is enough to make you squirm.

"no, h-he's edging me. with his mouth."

"that's brutal, red," frank says, now talking directly to matt. "all this over a little picture?" matt doesn't respond, but frank can hear a faint possessive growl come through the phone. "you never let her have any fun."

at that, matt sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and you yelp in pain.

"he bit me," you whine.

"you poor thing," frank coos. "dad's a real asshole, ain't he?"

you know better than to respond. instead, you pull on matt's hair, trying to urge him to give you more, but he won't. matt is far too stubborn for you to be able to convince him out of punishing you. instead, he pulls away just slightly so his breath is fanning over your aching pussy.

"you better keep apologizing, sweetheart," he says.

"'m sorry, daddy," you say into the phone. the look on matt's face tells you he wants more, so you continue. "sorry for... being a slut and sending you pictures."

you're parroting the words matt said to you when he first laid you down on the bed and pushed his hand into your lounge shorts.

"such a slut, sending frank pictures when i already take such good care of you. am i not giving you enough attention, is that it? awh, my little attention whore."

"i wanted the attention," you tell frank.

"you know i'll always give you attention, dollface. all those times red's been workin' late with all that lawyer bullshit, i've always been here for you." a crease forms between matt's eyebrows. "like when he wouldn't let you cum for a week and you had to call me to help you out."

both you and matt freeze. matt didn't know about that and you certainly never intended on telling him, but now the cat's out of the bag.

"frank-"

"your poor little pussy was so neglected I could'a sworn she was never gonna stop gushing," he continues.

matt latches his mouth back on your clit and this time, he sucks even harder than before. it might have felt good if you weren't so sensitive, but it's such a raw pain you can't escape from. you squirm, trying to get away, but he holds onto your hips to keep you still.

"frank, stop," you gasp. "stop, stop."

"what's the matter?" you can't form the words to explain as matt continues his assualt. "you don't wanna hear about how i left red my sloppy seconds while he was out patrolling?" now, franks words have a teasing lilt to them. he knows what he's doing.

"stop," you beg.

with a wet pop, matt releases your clit from his lips. "no, frank," he says, voice gruff from lack of use. "keep going. seems like there's a lot more to punish her for than i thought."

"please don't," you whimper. you're not sure if it's directed at matt, pleading with him to stop torturing you, or to frank, telling him to stop exposing all of your little secrets.

"i told you before, sugar, you get yourself in trouble," frank chuckles. "but i think you better start apologizing to dad, now."

[holeinthemattress]

this one is for @ifawns because she’s infected my brain with dad!frank

frank castle who loves to call himself dad. “let dad get that, sweetheart.” “don’t worry about it, that’s dad’s business.” “y’gonna make dad bend you over his knee?” “c’mon pretty girl, give dad a smile.”

doesn’t take attitude once he’s got you knowing better. talking back, stomping your foot or pouting? he’s got you bent over his knee, making you count as he spanks you and starting over if you forget.

frank castle who’s got you pulled against him, bare back pressed against his chest and legs spread as he plays with your pussy. kisses your hairline and tells you how good you’re being for him. his hands are rough and calloused but his fingers are so thick that it makes you forget about any discomfort as he stuffs you full.

“I know honey, fillin you up. being such a good girl for dad, yeah? always so good for me.”

if you act out he’s narrowing his eyes and frowning. “where’d my good lil girl go, huh? where’s she at?”

usually that works and you’re reverting back to the sweet girl he knows you are, lip wobbling as you climb into his lap and apologize for being so mean. he’s kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you. “‘s okay, honey. i know you forget sometimes. that’s why i’m here, to help you remember.”

but sometimes, sometimes, you just don’t wanna listen to dad. maybe you’re mad that he’s out on a job much later than he said he’d be. you’re pouting on the couch when he gets home, dinner not eaten, shower not taken, and up way past your bedtime. he doesn’t even bother taking off his boots, simply thudding over until he’s standing in front of you.

“what’s this?” he’s asking, though he clearly knows the answer as you glare up at him. you cross your arms, frowning because you don’t want to tell him what you’re upset. he should know!

this makes him sigh and he’s crossing his arms right back at you. “use your words, honey.”

you start to mumble your way through an explanation, chin tucked as you grow shy under his gaze. he’s reaching out and grabbing your chin between his fingers, moving your head up so you have no choice but to look at him. this makes you mad. who does he think he is, being gone so late and then coming back and trying to correct you??

so you pull back from his grasp, huffing as you do so. there’s a flash of something in his eyes, too quick to register as he clenches his jaw and straightens up. he’s meeting you where you’re at, the two of you in a stand off.

“you said you’d be home.” you all but whine, looking up up at him and resisting the urge to throw at fit at the unimpressed look he gives you. “had to work, honey. you know that.” his voice isn’t soft like it usually is, it’s low and laced with disappointment. it makes your heart drop.

you decide to double down, you’ve already made it this far so what’s a bit further? “you’re gone too late. i wanna eat dinner with you. i want to see you before i go to bed. it’s not fair!” you sound like a spoiled child at this point but can’t find it in yourself to care when the frustration bubbles over like this. it’s hard to tell him that you get scared. scared that he won’t come home, even though he promised and dad always keeps his promises. scared that you’ll be all alone, without him to guide you and it makes your stomach churn.

frank pinches the bridge of his nose. he’s too tired for this kind of behavior but he can see how upset you are. the way your voice cracks and those fears slip through. that’s a bit besides the point when you’re starting to throw a tantrum.

“i make the rules, yeah? i keep us safe. you gotta listen to me, honey. it’s for your own good. you know that” he’s reaching down to pet your face, wanting nothing more than to see his sweet little girl come back to him.

but you’re ramping up into something ugly, the past few months of things you couldn’t bring yourself to talk about bubbling up. you jerk away from his touch. “no.”

there’s a flash of hurt across his face as you pull away, his hand lingering the the hair for a moment before dropping back down to his side. he’s getting real fed up with you now. “no?” he parrots back and you’re swallowing harshly because he doesn’t sound nice anymore. his eyes are narrowed and he’s staring down at you like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.

you squirm under his gaze and duck your chin again. the anger is slowly seeping away into something worse, a sadness that threatens to est you alive. frank clicks his tongue, your body responding before you can process and you’re looking back up at him with wet eyes. “i don’t think so, honey. where’d those big words go? you were feelin’ so brave just a second ago.”

he looks so disappointed in you and the tears that have been welling up since he got home finally begin to slip down your face. frank doesn’t say anything, just watches as you start to hiccup and cry. it’s hard for him, seeing you like this but he can’t reward bad behavior.

there’s nothing in your head as you whimper for him, a string of broken “dad, dad, dad.” slipping from your lips as you reach out and clutch at his pants. you’re pressing your face against him, breathing in his scent as you try, and fail, to stop the tears from coming.

frank relents, he hates seeing his girl so upset. he’s running a big hand through your hair, settling on the nape of your neck as you weep. “know you’re upset, pretty girl. ‘m sorry i was gone so long. know you get lonely without me.”

you’ve made him soft, that pesky muscle in his chest squeezing pathetically with every little whimper and cry from you. “but you know why i gotta do it. i do it for you, baby. helps keep you safe, keeps everyone safe. i keep my girl safe, yeah?” he’s prompting you now, brushing a hand over your cheek to turn you enough so he can see your eyes

you sniffle and nod. “dad always keeps me safe.” you whisper and he smiles at that. it makes your heart soar and head feel light. then, he’s tightening his grip against your neck, effectively scuffing you as his smile drops. “so you know why i can’t let this go, yeah?”

and that’s how he gets you bent over his knee, tears streaming down your face as he spanks you raw. your skin is swollen and stinging, he’s not holding back in his hits tonight. the next hit has you jolting across his lap and you whimper, hands scrambling for purchase as your hips tilt away.

“where you goin’, pretty girl?” he asks, hand smoothing over the throbbing skin while you choke on a sob. frank’s hauling you back into his lap as you squirm, the bulge in his pants pressing into your stomach and making you whimper. “c’mon, sweetheart. you know the rules. can’t just let you act out like this. where would you be then, huh? spoiled rotten and such a brat. can’t have that, can we?”

you’re shaking your head, hands moving to his thigh as your fingers curl against the fabric. frank rubs a thumb across your cheek, collecting the fresh tears that spill. “you can take a few more for me, yeah?” he’s murmuring and you’re nodding your head because all you want now is to be good. the fight drained out of you ten hits ago.

he pets your hair as he strikes you four more times, shushing your cries as you twitch against him. then, he’s pulling you into his lap, pressing kisses against your puffy face. “did so good for me, angel. ‘m so proud of you, took it so well for dad.”

safe to say, you’re not going to act out again for a while.

[chaotic-1111-witch]

started writing dad!frank headcannons and stopped half way through because i realized what i'd written was the bare fucking minimum

[cherubwritess]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: The Pitt (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Frank Langdon/Dennis Whitaker Characters: Dennis Whitaker, Frank Langdon, Trinity Santos, Dana Evans, Dennis has a twin sister (OC), Yolanda Garcia, Abby Langdon, Tanner Langdon, Penny Langdon Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dennis Whitaker Has Religious Trauma, Gay Dennis Whitaker, Bi Frank Langdon, Divorced Frank Langdon, Dennis Whitaker Needs a Hug, Switch Frank Langdon, Switch Dennis Whitaker, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Pediatrician Dennis Whitaker, Misogyny, Sexism, Homophobia, Emotional Abuse, Religious Guilt, Medical Inaccuracies, Langdon’s Kids, guilty sex at some point, Trinity Santos and Dennis Whitaker are Roommates, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Whump, langtaker, past mentions of child abuse, Frank Langdon is a Good Dad, Original Female Character/s (OC), GarSantos Situationship, pediatrician au, no beta we die like Louie, Dennis Whitaker Has Daddy Issues, Forced Proximity, Found Family, Soft Dom Frank Langdon, Protective Frank Langdon, Post-Rehab Frank Langdon, Frank Langdon is Down Bad, Bible Quotes Summary:

Pediatrician Dennis Whitaker treats Frank Langdon’s children after an accident leading the recently divorced Langdon to reconsider his isolation and loneliness.

Or

Dennis Whitaker realizes he's gay and has a thing for depressingly pathetic, divorced DILFS with complicated pasts.

[frankcastlescumslut]

i can’t stop thinking about dad!frank castle. like… i am weeping!!!!!

he would just be helicopter dad TO THE MAX but also so patient and just emotional at absolutely everything. he would save every piece of art work, insist on marking a doorframe of the kid’s height, yell/jump/scream when the training wheels come off the bike (and then cry in private, obviously), be at every single dance recital with bouquets of flowers, be at every single soccer game/practice with excess waters and snacks, gets more excited at exploding volcano science projects, sneaks and puts extra book fair money in their backpack…..

wahhhhh!!!!!!!

[farfromharry]

Summary: your kids want to spend all the time possible with their dad, even if it means falling asleep halfway through the movie they were watching together

w/c 866

Dad!Frank Castle x reader

Family days with Frank have always been rare. With him serving and being away from home so much, you didn’t really get time to spend together. But now he was home, for good, you were taking advantage of every single second you could, never leaving his side. He loved his family, would do anything for you all, so it wasn’t the burden you might have thought it was. You weren’t bothering him even for a second with the bursts of clinginess.

The day had been spent with you all heading out to the park where your kids played and you and your husband talked about all the things he’d missed while he was gone. It was perfect being held in his arms again. They were the only thing that truly made you feel safe, and without him it always felt like something was missing.

After your tiring day you’d grabbed some dinner and headed home, making conversation around the table as you munched on some pizza. Specifically your husband’s favourite. The cherry on top of the night was happening now, your daughter convincing her brother to join her in begging their dad to have a movie night.

It didn’t matter how late it was, part of you believed the children just didn’t want the day to end. Your babies looked just about ready to crash for the night, but they so desperately wanted to watch a movie with their dad. You weren’t going to deny them that, not when they were so excited. You were too soft for them. But Frank was just as easily convinced even if he wanted to act like he wasn’t.

“It’s past your bedtime,” he stated, brushing his thumb over Lisa’s cheek as she flashed those puppy eyes at him. She’d certainly been learning a thing or two from her uncle Billy. He’d have to scold his friend the next time he saw him for teaching his daughter how to master the puppy eye look to get what she wants from him. Frank had no resolve when it came to that look.

He was being surprisingly strong though, at least until she turned to you and begged for you to help them out. “Oh, big tough guys too tough to watch a Disney movie with his kids?” you mocked, nudging your arm against his. He cocked his eyebrow at you, in disbelief that you were siding with them. You just shrugged with that same smirk on your face.

He looked between you and the two kids that were watching him waiting for a reaction, only to give in the second he realised it was three to one right now. Usually in any situation where Frank was outnumbered by enemies he would still come out on top, he could take on ten men his size and still miraculously win the fight with only marks on his face to show for it. But you three, even two of them being kids no older than eight, were three people he had no chance of ever winning against.

“Fine, fine. But if you fall asleep halfway through it’s your fault.” That seemed to do the trick, the pair cheering as they got comfortable on the couch as they readied themselves to spend the next couple hours watching a movie with their dad. Time that would usually be otherwise spent sleeping.

»»——⍟——««

Just as predicted, barely over halfway into the movie Lisa picked out, both your babies were passed out cold. Frank adored the fact that he was right, making a large show of it to you when you both heard the tell tale snores for the first time. “What did I say, hmm?”

Conveniently, they had both fallen asleep on him in some way, so you had full power to leave him there with two sleepy children in an effort to remind him not to act so cocky.

Part of you could barely even take him seriously. You knew he loved it, he missed his kids everyday they were apart so this was basically a dream come true for him. Lisa was curled up on his chest, her head buried comfortably in his neck like the daddy’s girl she was. Frankie was tucked into his dad’s side, his head drooping in what looked like a rather uncomfortable position.

It made you smile though, seeing the sight of your family all together again like this. These moments were ones you cherished. “Why don’t we sleep here tonight? Don’t have the heart to wake them,” you admitted.

He sighed but deep down you knew he liked the idea. His only problem was finding a place you’d be able to cuddle up to him. You didn’t even have to ask for him to know you wanted to, and you were already eyeing his lap before he agreed. “Come on.”

You grinned, grabbing a blanket from over the back of the couch and getting yourself comfortable with your head laying in your husband’s lap. He didn’t have any more free hands to touch you, stroke your hair or something to help put you to sleep. But the dumb smile on his face was enough for you. “My perfect little family.”

frank castle taglist - @httphollands

[adamalade-productions]

oh no i thought of another dad!frank au and now i want to write it

(frank castle jr lost his memories instead of dying, was told his name was peter parker, became spiderman, regained his memories via powers, and lost his marbles when he found out the truth)

[thcrin]

You know, kid, sometimes you find things and they change your life.