Dark!Dad’sBestFriend!Frank Castle x Reader
Head Cannon: SoftDark!DbfFrank Castle x Reader
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Words: 2.8k (I meant for this to be a head cannon but then she got a bit juicy)
TW: 18+, smut, dub-con, daddy kink, unprotected sex, drinking, power imbalanced relationships (older dad’s friend), reader is 20, if I’ve missed any please let me know!
A/N: I literally JUST started season 2 of daredevil, haven’t even started Punisher, but here I am anyway. I was listening to West Coast by Lana Del Rey when writing this and it just fits
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You come from a military background, your father and his father before both served in their youth.
You opted out to be in a dorm to save money on tuition and just stayed with your parents and drive to campus.
One day when you come home you find your dad sitting at the dining room table laughing with a muscular handsome man his age.
“This is Frank, I served with him when I was young.”
He’s one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your entire life.
You mutter a simple “hi” and “thank you for your service.” But he just looks you up and down carnally under your father's attention and a blush pinched your cheeks.
Frank started coming around the house more often saying how he just moved to the area. He’d come over for dinner, or have a few drinks and sit in the humid spring evening weather at the glass patio table or play pool in the basement.
Sometimes they’d let you play pool with them. Usually when your dad had too much to drink and became a lousy shot according to Frank. So you took over his turn.
Frank said it’s important that pretty girls know how to play pool so they can impress men in bars.
That night your dad had gone upstairs to go to bed knowing Frank could let himself out after the two of you finished.
Frank had you bent over, pressed against your hips, his hand on the low of your back, his affirming whisper in your ear as he guided you to line up the shot.
Your skin was burning and you couldn’t focus on the game at hand when you were throbbing.
You could smell the beer on his breath as his hand guided down the small of your back to your ass over your favorite daisy duke short shorts you put on specifically when he came around.
“Now, take the shot, pretty girl.” His touch became more aggressive as he grabbed your ass roughly.
You tried not to hiccup as you took the shot, the cue ball striking the ball and bouncing it back missing the hole.
“Aw well, sweetheart.” He swatted your ass making you whimper and jump before pulling you back up at his hold on your hips. “Be a good girl and go grab daddy another beer while I play this shot.”
Your expression was best described as dumbfounded as you blankly nodded in shock. Stepping away you heard the sound of him striking another ball and it landing perfectly in the socket.
Your breath was heavy thinking about the sinful interaction, your cheeks burning and underwear ruined at him referring to daddy but not meaning the one upstairs.
You grabbed the beer from the spare fridge in the basement, hesitantly taking it back over to him.
“Good girl, thank you doll face. So obedient aren’t you?” His voice was rough as you stood beside him watching him drink.
“You ever drank before?” He set his stick on the green felt despite there being a few balls left.
You shook your head daintily.
“Have a sip baby, you might like it.”
“I’m only 20, I’m not old enough yet.”
He chuckled lowly under his breath. “It’ll be our little secret then won’t it?”
He didn’t let you pull away as he forced the tip of the amber glass beer bottle against your lips.
You cringed and you drank what he poured into your mouth, his grip on your chin keeping you in place.
When he pulled it away and let you breathe you let out a coughing fit. “See? That wasn’t so bad. You like the taste baby?”
You shook your head wiping the beer that had spilled from the corner of your lips on the back of your hand.
“Aw, maybe next time I’ll bring one of those fruity drinks you young girls like for you to try.”
“Okay,” you muttered nervously, sitting on the edge of the pool table expecting him to finish his game and leave so you could enjoy several rounds with your vibrator.
Instead, he didn’t pick the stick back up and just moved between your legs, his callused hand spreading your knees apart. Even on the table, he was still taller than you. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. I bet you have boys lined up down the block.”
“Not at all,” you giggled nervously.
“No boyfriend?” He quizzed and you shook your head no. “Are you a virgin?”
You waited for a moment before shaking your head no. “No, I lost my virginity to a guy I met on a hookup app like six months ago. I just wanted it out of the way.”
He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Damn shame.” He grunted. “Tell me about it. Tell me about your first time.”
“Oh, um.” You twirled your fingers around each other nervously. “I met him on a hookup app and we talked for a few days and I went to his house and we had sex.”
“Aw, I bet you were so horny you didn’t care who it was you just wanted to be dicked down. Did you suck his cock before he fucked you?”
You nodded, trying to mask your heavy breathing.
“Did he make this little pussy cum all over his dick?”
You shook your head once more. “I didn’t cum, I think I was just too nervous but he tried.”
“Then he didn’t try hard enough,” Frank grunted as if he wanted to hunt the frat boy down. “Did he lick that wet pussy? Did you make him wear a condom or were you so horny that he talked you into taking it off?”
“He didn’t eat me out,” you cleared your throat. “He wore a condom, but he didn’t try to argue with me about it.”
“Good girl, you knew he wasn’t worthy of feeling you raw.” His hand caressed your smooth thigh. “What happened next? Did you date for a bit or see him again?”
“No, he ghosted me.” You tucked your hair behind your ear with embarrassment. “Guess I wasn’t very good.”
“He’s a fucking idiot, baby. Pretty girls like you just have to spread those pretty legs and be the tightest he’s felt. I will say I’m glad he’s not in the picture anymore. You’re such a good girl I know you’d have a hard time cheating on him, ain’t that right?”
You just nodded absent-mindedly spreading your legs wider for him. “I haven’t been with anyone else since.”
He cooed once more, his face mere inches from you as his warm hands cupped your cheek. “That’s my good girl, it was like you were waiting for me before you knew I’d be coming.” He elongated the word coming. “You needed a big strong daddy, isn’t that right?”
You whimpered and nodded with a heaving chest. Even your naughty romance novels never felt this intense.
“Say it,” he demanded softly. “Say you need a big strong daddy to take care of you and that pretty little pussy.”
“I-I need a big s-strong daddy to take care of me.” You stuttered. He nodded silently ordering you to complete it. “And take care of my l-little pussy.” You whispered the obscenities.
“Good girl.” He growled. He hungrily took your lips with his, his feral actions grabbing you roughly around the waist with one arm scooting you closer to him. His tongue quickly found its way against your lips begging to be invited.
Hesitantly you separated your lips for him you found the taste of his beer and cigar from earlier against his tongue. He invaded your mouth in the best sense of the word. The two of you breathing heavily against each other wrapped your arms behind his neck forcing him closer to your core.
“Lay back,” he breathlessly pulled back, forcing your shoulder to lie down. You laid against the rough green felt of the table as he dragged your hips down over the edge, pulling your shorts and panties quickly off.
He didn’t hesitate to get on his knees and wrap his muscled arms around your hips, forcing your thighs to stay propped up against his shoulders.
An abrupt moan left your lips as his thick tongue devoured your pussy. His hot breath ricocheted against your skin and you snaked your hands through his thick brown hair as he dragged the tip of his large nose over your clit with his tongue circling your entrance.
Your hands swung and gripped at the glossy mahogany frame of the pool table, your chipped red-painted nails scratching at the edge as he groaned against your pussy. “Fuck, baby. Taste so fucking good, you’re so tight, it’s gonna be a squeeze getting me inside you.”
“Daddy, don’t stop.” You pouted, your hips bucking against his face.
“Better be quiet there, princess. Would hate for your folks to hear that I have my tongue in their sweet little daughter’s pussy.” He didn’t pull away from your heat for very long, too starved to keep himself away for longer than needed.
“Basement is soundproof…” You rode against his face again, your hand traveling down the back of his neck to dig your nails into his sun kissed skin. “My brother wanted to learn how to play drums and they soundproofed the basement for him.”
You felt him grin between your legs before latching his lips around your clit. You cried out once more as he began to suck the sensitive nerve, his fingers searching between your lips to slide inside. You winced as his large fingers began to stretch your out. His bony knuckles and large callused fingers pumped in and out of you.
“Gonna…Cum…” You whined, tears brimming your eye. your back arched dramatically off the billiard table as you came on his tongue.
After you finished he stood from the table, his face shiny with your release and a shit-eating smirk on his cheeks as he wiped his lips on the back of his hand. “God damn you taste so fuckin’ sweet, gonna give me a damn cavity, aren’t you princess?”
“Uhh, I guess…” You mumbled nervously, blushing as Frank laughed at you.
“You are just too much.” He clicked his tongue. His hands draped up your waist, pulling your shirt off with it, tossing it on the table before undressing himself.
“Oh,” You gasped looking down at his throbbing size. He quickly spread your legs further apart before you could protest at the intimidation of him. “Wait-”
“No, no baby.” Frank cooed, dragging the tip of his cock through your lips, his tip brushing against your sensitive clit. “Now it’s your turn to make daddy feel good.”
“Wait, no!” You pushed his shoulders, trying to get away, the weight of the situation of your dad’s best friend just eating you out on his pool table finally kicking in. He ignored your protest and pushed deep inside you.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight for daddy.” Frank’s head threw back as he moaned gruffly. He forced the hands you had shoving against his chest to wrap around his neck. “You’re gonna take my cock deep in that little pussy, and you’re gonna keep your fuckin’ mouth shut unless you’re telling me how good my dick feels.”
“But-”
Frank grabbed your jaw in a bruising hold, pausing his thrusting hips. “I don’t care even if this basement wasn’t soundproof. No one in the entire fuckin’ world can keep me away from your fucking cunt right now. So I will not hear any protests from you, you got that dumb baby?”
You pouted, your cheeks inflamed with shame. “Yes, daddy. I’ll be good.”
He hummed with a grin on his lips before forcing his lips against yours. “Atta girl.”
The stubble of his carved chin irritated your cheeks as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. The smooth underside of his tongue gliding over yours distracted you for a moment before he began to drive his cock back into you.
The taste of you on his tongue was obscene enough to take your breath from your lungs. His dexterous fingers sightlessly found their way against your clit, strumming it like a smooth record. “This little pussy belongs to me now.”
You breathlessly nodded as he thrust harder, already filling you completely. His cock throbbed against your cervix and it all felt too much.
“Lay back down, sweetheart,” Frank demanded once more, pushing you to lay on your back again. “Wanna watch your tits bounce as I fuck that tight little cunt.”
“Um, okay daddy,” You murmured nervously as if he didn’t already have you on your back for him.
Frank pulled your hips closer to the edge again before thrusting back into you. A strangled moan played from the both of you as a bead of sweat dripped down your arched back.
His rough hands dug into your hips, bruising the skin under his hold. He was dying to mark you, even if it was under your clothes so your parents couldn’t see but you both knew it was there, that he was always on you even whenever he wasn’t around.
“Rub your clit for me,” Frank moaned, his eyes hypnotized at your breasts as you slid your hand between your legs, hungrily guiding your fingers over your heat, shamefully already being close prior it didn’t feel like till you’d burst again. “That little cunt of yours is gripping me so damn tight baby you’re gonna make me fill you with cum. What a greedy little slut, huh? You want daddy to fill you with his cum?”
“Please cum in me, daddy.” Your voice was a desperate cry as you danced along the edge of your orgasm at his foul tongue (more than once tonight). “Fuck, daddy I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for daddy, milk my cock every fuckin’ drop, I ain’t gonna let you waste a bit of it.”
You wrapped your hand around his burly forearm riddled with tattoos, dragging your nails into his skin, creating pink lines in the trace.
“Gonna cum in you, dumb little baby.” He grunted, his teeth grit together as if he was holding a secret back. His oversized hand grabbed the sweat-damp hairs at the back of your neck whipping you up against his chest. “Dumb sluts like you need a daddy to put you in place. My cum is your air.”
A demonic grunt in your ear and Frank filled you, you could feel him spilling from you and spread all over your inner thigh. “You were such a good girl for me.”
“Please don’t tell my daddy.”
He took a breathless chuckle. “I’m your daddy now, sweetheart.”
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“Honey!” You heard your dad call from downstairs and you cringed avoiding the basement like a plague and just avoiding Frank at all costs. “Can you bring us another case of beers, we’re out down here?”
You cursed under your breath before dragging your feet to fetch their order. Your feet felt like they were glued to cinderblocks as you forced yourself down the stairs. Frank’s eyes devoured you, taking you down with him, a blush forming on your cheeks.
You stood from the stairs reaching it down to your dad, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible.
“Hey, what’s that stain on your table?” Frank pointed with the tip of his cue stick to the stain on the green felt of the pool table where he devoured you last week. You both knew the source of that stain.
“What stain?” Your dad asked, turning around to look at his table. “Looks like a water stain, I wonder if there's another leak in the ceiling.” He sighed with annoyance.
“Must be from a real squirter of a leak.”
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A/N: This is downright foul and I wanna fuck him so bad it makes me look stupid I haven’t even finished season two of daredevil or start punisher but I’m on my hands and knees. Also I could lowkey seeing this have more parts but that’s up to yall
