a/n: I really like this fic icl, I had a lot of fun writing this one. this is for my second anon and I really loved this idea about frank just snapping and going completely feral. I don’t see him personally having a daddy kink but I tried with this one. there isn’t enough smut for frank on this app so I decided to take matters into my own hand. btw maria doesn’t exist in this bc the reader asks about Frank’s love life and it would be a lot less awkward if he didn’t have a dead wife, I think that ruins the mood a bit icl. Partially proofread so there will probs be some mistakes, my bad
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warnings - unprotected sex(p in v), put on the love glove kids, oral male receiving, swearing, drinking, choking, use of daddy, dom sub ish vibes, sexydilf! frank ;)
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Frank had seen you at the bar a few times this week, he took note of all the patrons but you certainly stood out to him. You walked in with an attitude, but not an off-putting one. You held yourself high and didn’t give anyone else a second glance. He found his favorite times of visiting the bar. He once witnessed you cuss out and scare off one of the old guys who cat-called you. He normally doesn’t go back to the same bar too many times but he found himself making an exception. There was just something about you, as soon as you stepped up to the bar you were sweet, you gave the bartender a smile and sat peacefully to yourself, causing no disturbance. You seemed to be quiet the observer, watching the quiet hum of people get along with their evening. The first couple times you saw Frank you even smiled, you never smiled at anyone other than the bartender. You couldn’t help it, you didn’t know Frank, you just knew you liked him for some reason. He was obviously attractive, but he was one of the only guys that didn’t try to invade your personal space and try and sweet talk you and buy you a drink, he just sat and smiled back. Sometimes stealing a glance throughout the night.
He was older, you could tell. you didn’t mind you were into older guys anyway. call it daddy issues, call it what you will but you enjoyed the rush and the maturity. There were few times where you even ended up sitting next to each other. The first time that happened you offered him a ‘hi’ which lead to a pleasant conversation that didn’t last too long, and then a nice quiet evening. You liked the fact that he didn’t talk a lot. You just felt right when you sat near him.
