#castle daddy

[realangelahernandez]

I love older men and I love fictional men you put them together……

#daddy issues #don’t look at me like that #if you’re seeing this you probably do too #Joel miller x reader #bucky barnes x reader #frank castle x reader #tony stark x reader #matt murdock x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #han solo x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #jim hopper x reader #aaron hotch x reader #carlisle cullen x reader

[charliemwrites]

A little request from the discord server about Castle “Daddy” Alistair and No Nut November.

CW: free use spice; everything is enthusiastically consensual and part of an established dynamic.

It’s all Keegan’s fault.

Looking back on all the devastation, every fault line to this disaster can be traced back to Keegan fucking Russ and his stupid cocky mouth.

It started like this: the team was playing cards and sharing drinks, the dinner Nova prepared long since enjoyed. They were discussing silly internet trends and challenges, trying to explain to an unimpressed Nikto what the point of it all was.

Castle was listening with mild amusement, shaking his head at the nonsense of it all. The fact that these arbitrary tasks were considered difficult was a mystery to him and he said so. Then Keegan tapped his finger on the table, a glint in his eye.

“Ya know… November is coming up…” he mused.

“What about it?” Castle asked.

Nova to perked up, eyebrows arched. No way would Keegan actually suggest—

“There’s this one challenge I think you’d struggle with Cap. It happens that month.”

Castle snorted softly, tossed a couple cards down. Let the moment draw out just to fuck with his partner, even though they all knew he’d humor him in the end.

“Yeah? What is it?” he asked, taking a swig of his beer.

“It’s called No Nut November. Pretty much what it says on the tin. You don’t cum for the whole month,” Keegan explained. He sat back and crossed his arms, looking smug. “Tell me you wouldn’t fold, Cap.”

Castle leveled him a steady, smoldering look. “I wouldn’t fold.”

Nova shifted, face flushing when Castle focused on her, eyebrows arched in silent invitation. She debated all of three seconds before throwing caution to the wind; Keegan could use a bit of backup against a man so formidable. And besides, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about what would happen.

“I’m not saying you couldn’t,” she mused, “I’m just saying that given your usual libido, I don’t think it would be a walk in the park.”

He snorted, seeing right through her half-hearted attempt at diplomacy. “Is that right? And what do you think, Nikto?”

A pause as he considered, then spoke low and measured. “The sergeants are getting too cocky.”

Castle smirked. “I agree.”

A week into the “challenge” Keegan had nearly forgotten. The team was busy, not much opportunity for more than cuddles and stolen kisses.

Two weeks in and he was enjoying himself immensely. Teasing Castle with wandering hands, climbing under his desk and getting him right to the edge, only to be stopped by a firm hand in his hair and a low warning that he wasn’t as sly as he thought. It wasn’t like Keegan (or anyone else on the team) was taking on the challenge. They were getting to indulge themselves as often as time and energy would allow - usually with their Daddy right there, talking them through it, organizing them as efficiently as he would in the field. Taking care of them with his mouth and hands to stave off some of his own frustration.

But week three… week three he started to worry. It wasn’t that Castle was struggling. It wasn’t that he was snappish or pent up or frustrated. It was that he seemed perfectly fine. A quick adjustment of his pants here or there, idly stroking himself while he watched his partners together. But he was like fucking iron for himself, and Keegan’s normal admiration was taking on a frightened edge.

And then week four began the silent, unknown countdown. Keegan felt it on the back of his neck like a sniper scope. A little, private smirk on his captain’s face, or a slightly rougher than usual sigh. An unusual flex in his jaw or twitch in his steady hands.

On November 30th, the team was lounging in their private rec room, idly watching a tv show together. Nikto was curled up with Nova in one of the big arm chairs, her head settled on his shoulder. Keegan and Castle were sharing the couch, the latter with an arm thrown over the back around his sergeant’s shoulders.

Halfway through, he glanced casually at his watch. Stood up to take his empty glass to the sink. Sidled back around to his spot.

Then snatched Keegan by the shirt and threw him to the ground.

“What the—”

His sweats were yanked down to midthigh, but his underwear didn’t survive, split right down the seam by brutal hands.

“Did you have fun?” Castle asked, dangerously low and even.

Keegan started to push himself up, but a big hand on the back of his neck stopped him. And then a heavy body followed, pinning him prone to the floor. He shuddered as he felt the thick, hot, rocking fucking hard cock sliding between his asscheeks.

“S-sir…“

A thrust hard enough to rock his entire body, dragging his quickly-filling dick across the carpet. He choked out a noise as reality began to set in. Christ, he almost wished that didn’t feel so good.

“Daddy, I—”

“Asked you a question, didn’t I?” Castle rumbled, voice deceptively casual. “Did you have fun?”

Keegan shuddered, any defiance or self-preservation draining when he felt the pierced head of his daddy’s cock catching at his rim. His well-stretched, well-used, still-wet rim. Because Castle had spent an hour before dinner getting him off on his thick fingers.

“Yeah…”

“What was that? A bit louder, kid.”

“Yes, Daddy, I had fun.”

Castle chuckled, so deep and low and rough that Keegan could feel it in his own chest, all the way down into the pit of squirming stomach.

“Good,” he cooed, “I hope it was worth it. Because now it’s my turn.”

Keegan was a stupid, drooling mess when midnight struck. Stuffed full of his captain’s cock and shuddering on oversensitivity. Would forever deny the high-pitched whine that escaped when he felt the absolute flood of cum being fucked into him. There was so much, it leaked out around Castle’s still-hard cock and dripped down Keegan’s reddened thighs.

“Happy December 1st,” Castle chuckled, pulling out.

Keegan shuddered as he stood, could hear the audibly pop as he cracked his neck.

“Nikto, take care of Keegan. I’m not done with him yet.”

“Yes, sir.”

A heavy, tense pause.

“You know what’s next, don’t you, babygirl?”

“Daddy, I’m not the one that—”

“If you run, I’m fucking you wherever I catch you,” he warned, taking a languid step towards her.

Nikto silently slipped out of the way to kneel down by a dazed Keegan. Nova despaired. “So make your next choice very carefully.”

He had them both twice over that night, leaving them whimpering and sobbing in his bed. They only got a break when Nikto took one for the team, kneeling down to suck Castle off so his partners could get a rest.

The next ten days were a lustful sort of hell. At any moment, without warning, Castle would grab a teammate and press them against the nearest surface - his desk, a wall, a chair, even the counter at gun range - and pound the daylights out of them. Sometimes even going out of his way to sneak up, appearing like a shadow and dragging one of them into a supply closet to ruin them.

On a normal routine, Castle had an almost improbable level of stamina and lust. But after a month without getting off, with satisfying himself on his partners’ pleasure and indulging their teasing? He was utterly insatiable. Keegan made a comment about him being so horny that Castle would override biology and get him pregnant. One day, he’d learn to keep the thoughts inside. Blame it on his brain being ruined by astronomical levels of cock.

The compensation fucking finally began to taper off halfway into December, Castle seeming to level out back to his normal libido. Still high, but not anytime-anywhere-anyone levels anymore. He did chuckle at his jumpy teammates in the aftermath though, watching their pupils blow out whenever he looked at them a certain way.

The next time they played cards (everyone but Castle sitting gingerly in their chairs) he smirked at Keegan around his beer bottle.

“So, you wanna try your luck next year?”

#cod #thoughts™️ #my writing #fanfiction #cod oc #my oc #castle ‘daddy’ alistair #captain daddy #keegan p russ #nova cod #cod nikto

[emptyjunior]

Christian Bale's Howl going "there you are sweetheart" is actually over and done, Christian Bale as literal weapons dealer, gold digger, PTA dad going 'my son turned into a parakeet' 'mahito turned into a little budgy' is All Time for me, it's what In, it's what's Now, that was acting, that was line delivery

#i am calling him a gold digger cause why you keep marrying into that rich family #two times!!!? #pregnancies immediately? Keep it in your pants! #'just tell daddy who did it' was also Extremely funny #boy and the heron #studio ghibli #howls moving castle #ghibli #the boy and the heron #christian bale

[denim-devil]

“step-dad frank castle is so appealing to me, especially if he's taking advantage and slowly coruppting inexperienced!reader. really gets me going.

God. him standing behind me and slowly grinding his hips onto my back while I'm in the kitchen doing something or leaning behind the couch and him putting his hands on my hips for a second before apologising??? him 'playfully' twisting my nipples and saying it's a "joke" and now i just HAVE to play with them to get off... delicious”

One thing about Stepdad!Frank is that he loves the reactions, he loves how you get so lost in his touch, how each time he advances, from brushing his finger tips on your hips or rolling his body into your own whilst your doing the washing up, he loves it.

The first time it happened though, god he lost himself in you to. The bed rocked back and forth whilst he had you folded in two, his dick thick and heavy in your gut, slamming into you at such a fast pace you couldn’t help but hold onto the cotton sheets, scrunching them up tightly when his tip repeatedly probed at your sweet spot.

His balls, heavy, god he hasn’t had the time nor has he had it in so long…it’s wet and loud, sloppy and lewd yet he has no guilt, has no remorse, he fucking loves it, he’s so into it, it’s so animalistic, so rough and raw, his balls crashing into you with each thrust, slapping into your cheeks whilst he does the work, sweat covering his muscles, his tongue licking at his lips out of hunger because he can’t eat you whole at the same time.

When he crashes and burns, lets bliss take over, explodes deep in your boycunt, he’s limp against you, allowing each shot of his load paint your insides, allows it to flow past him and out, lets your hole practically drool, leak, makes you a mess, he only pulls out to nuzzle his face between your ass, laps up and also pushes two fingers into you, making sure that what he saved up for goes to use.

Whoever sent this ask- OOF

#male reader #x male reader #frank castle #frank castle x male reader #the punisher #daddy frank got me acting up #stepdad!frank

[alexthen3rd]

Frank Castle is a Pitbull.

Effortlessly Loyal to those he cares for.

Loves with everything he has.

Extremely protective over the people he loves.

Looks mean and intimidating but is actually a soft, mushy, sweetheart.

Loves, Adores, and is good with kids.

I would Marry him in heartbeat if Frank became real. Risks to my life be damned cuz I would be the safest I've ever been.

#the punisher #frank castle #daddy castle #jon bernthal #I finished season 1 of the punisher #fuck i love him #pitbull #pitbulls #are my favorite #dog breeds

[strawhbrrries]

Frank acts like he doesn't like being called Frankie but deep down (not that deep though) he fucking loves it. He has to keep himself from smiling every time he hears it.

YES!!!

the first time it happens it almost gives himself whiplash from how fast he turned to look at you, a complaint about the name following soon after. you obliged his request to not be called frankie for a bit but you couldn’t help it!!!!

the second time it happened was during sex, it just felt so good and you were following his command to not cum without permission!! all it took was a frankie, frankie please i need and he was a goner, after that he still put on his usual disgruntled face but no longer complained

#asks 🫶🏼 #frank castle #jon bernthal #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #the punisher #frank castle smut #do we think frank likes to be called daddy or ehat

[unluckyprime]

THE LIKELYS ⁉️⁉️☎️📚⭐️

#I’ve been thinking about mark all day . ULTIMATE gender. she’s my love he’s my life #I think all 3 of them deserve a little mustache #as a treat #shoutout to Ashly Burch #can u tell where I am in my relisten (((books castle)))) #mark likely #my love <3 #scam likely dndads #scam likely #scam actually #the library dndads #dndads #dungeons and daddies #digital art #coming up on 61 soon and am terrified out of my mind . Im gonna cry again I can feel lit

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Frederick Loren

The House On Haunted Hill (1959) dir. William Castle

#vincent price #the house on haunted hill #house on haunted hill #william castle #horror movie #haunted #frederick loren #i want to be locked in a haunted mansion with Vincent #i promise i wont try to grope him....much #hes so fine #so sexy #UNF DADDY #bicon #bisexual #icon #horror #old horror movies #vintage #movie #actor #handsome #gif #gifs made by me #gif set #gifs

[sweetfire01]

I had to split also this part because it was too long lol. Daddy!Howl at the beggining, but then just a loong chat with Calcifer that you won't like. 👀

No nest yet, but there will be I hope in the next part.

Baby dove pt.2 (Daddy!Howl)

You didn't know when you fell asleep. And you were still half asleep when Howl woke you up. He held a steaming bowl of beef and carrot stew in one hand and a spoon in the other. He smiled lovingly at you. "Earlier I came to call you for dinner but you were sleeping soundly, so I let you rest. But we can't leave you hungry all night, can we?" He gave your tummy a quick tickle which made you giggle involuntarily as you sat up. He also sat on a stool next to the bed, facing you. He used the spoon to mix the bowl thoroughly, taking it out with little bits of meat on top. He blew on it to cool it down, before bringing it to your lips. "Here, open wide." And so you did, opening your mouth and allowing him to feed you. The fact that you actually opened your mouth to protest didn't matter. "Good little bird. Oh, wait." Some broth dripped down your chin and he promptly pulled a napkin from his pocket to clean it. Cleaning your face was something he did daily at the table. You hated it. You never had time to grab your napkin before you could already feel his rubbing against the corner of your mouth. God, Markl occasionally managed to get the tip of his nose dirty while eating, but the bastard never said anything to him and h could clean himself, even using the sleeve of his shirt. Then once you tried to do the same but that asshole stopped you, warning you that you would get your clothes dirty. Of course, the next moment his napkin was rubbing your cheek.

You continued to accept, this time for real, the morsels he gave you until the bowl was completely empty. You were tired again at this point and laid back down as he tucked you in. Not without obviously cleaning your face first, again. In a way, you were really hoping that Howl would get mad at you for running away from home. Maybe he was lenient in the evening because he saw you overwhelmed and tired, so he wanted to postpone the scolding until the next day. It wasn't as if you wanted a scolding or punishment, you would just feel even more degraded and infantilized. But his nonchalance made it seem as if it wasn't a bother looking for you around the city. As if it was a simple walk you took together. But in the morning, he woke you up gently as always, asking if you had a good night. No reference to what happened, just a mockery when you realized you were wearing pajamas: you hadn't changed before falling asleep, so he took care of it when he came up to call you for dinner, even tucking you under the blankets. "Did the walk exhaust you that much?" he joked, to which you simply shrugged. Too embarrassed to think about him undressing you and how you stayed asleep. But that was all. Neither Markl nor Calcifer asked you any questions. And so the day, like the day after, went on normally. Do some household chores, help mix potions, give wood to Calcifer. And Howl was his usual self, taking care of you lovingly, helping you get dressed even though you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself or wiping your face with that damn napkin even if you were sure it was already clean. Maybe it was the lack of punishment that pushed you to wait for the right opportunity to try again. On the third day after that attempt, you headed down the stairs, determined to make it this time. At this moment Markl was out, Howl was finally out, since he had never left the castle again, probably to keep an eye on you.

From the fireplace Calcifer watched you curiously. "What are you doing?" You approached the door: the arrow pointed to black, which worked in your favor. When the wizard went to that door, he wouldn't return before dinner. You managed to have many hours of advantage this time too. You had to make good use of them. "Just…going to get some air. I promise I'll be right back." you answered the demon vaguely, rotating the dial so that the arrow was now pointing to blue. Kingsbury was out of the question now, and even going out on the Waste was a bad idea on all fronts: you'd have to jump from a moving castle, hoping it wasn't on the edge of a cliff at the moment, wander around for who-knows-how-much and for who-knows-where and pray not to meet the Witch. Porthaven was the safest choice. You could sail on a boat and left the city right away, and besides, with the clothes you were wearing, it would have been easier to blend in with the locals. This time you had to a white collared sweater, tucked into a pair of high-waisted brown trousers. You had to admit that overall they were comfortable and the sweater kept you warm, although the red bow tied on the collar and the matching hat you saw for sure in the closet made it look more like a children's school uniform. It was the only thing you argued about with Howl that morning. Of course your protest was ignored as that asshole finished tying it up and commented on how stylish you looked. And adorable. At least now you didn't have to worry about things like that anymore. You would have succeeded for sure. You grabbed the handle and turned it. The door didn't move. You tried again. No matter how much you tried to pull, it stayed put, as if someone had locked it. Which wasn't possible, because Markl was the last one out and never blocked it. Hell, probably it doesn't even exist a key. "Um, you can't do that." Calcifer explained to you, visibly embarrassed "Howl told me not to let you out of here." He grabbed a wooden log, avoiding your gaze "He doesn't want you to go out alone…like last time. You know, in case you get lost or worse, see the Witch again…" "WHAT?" You screamed so loudly that the demon hid in fear under a pile of ash. You approached the fireplace menacingly "It makes no sense! The Witch can't come to Porthaven! I'll be safe! I want to go out! NOW!" Calcifer stuck his head out "I'm really sorry, but you know I can't disobey his orders! You have to ask him if-eek!" You kicked the chair near the fireplace, knocking it over. That bastard Howl! That filthy bastard Howl! Who did he think he was, keeping you locked up here? Exhaling loudly, you pushed the chair back up, before collapsing into it and closing your eyes. What could you do? The windows probably wouldn't have opened either and using the small balcony upstairs wouldn't be a good idea, unless you wanted to jump down from about twenty metres. No, the only escape was through that door. Maybe you could wait until Markl reopen it when he return, then jump out and run. You felt bad at the thought of having to use force against a kid. And you felt even worse when you wondered if Calcifer's magic was limited just to shut doors and windows. If Howl told him not to let you out, you probably won't succeed anyway… A faint clatter brought you out of your thoughts. The demon had reached out to place a cup next to you, retreating soon after. He was probably afraid of another outburst of anger. "It's warm milk. You should drink it, the cup is not so hot." You accepted it gratefully, sipping the white, creamy liquid inside. It left a sweet aftertaste, maybe honey had been added. Relaxing. "This is the first time you've cooked of your own." You joked "Actually, how did you manage to prepare it? Do you have your own personal pantry under all that ash or what?" "Ah! My personal pantry! It would be a dream, always full of wooden logs and bacon." His flames grew redder as he rambled on about how he would like to eat a slice of bacon, it had been weeks since the last time.

But something didn't convince you. "Calcifer. How did you make the milk?" This made him agitated. "Oh, well, it's easy, I've been keeping him here next to me and warming him up, all this time. You know, I'm a fire demon, for me something like this is child's play, ahaha." "Calcifer!" "Howl did it! Don't blame me, I only follow orders!" And with that he lowered himself to his eyes under the embers. "What did he tell you? To give it to me if I thought about killing him?" You gripped the cup in your hand "No…in case you threw a tantrum." The cup broke into pieces when you threw it at him. The milk spilled into the fireplace as he moved around trying not to get wet "Hey, hey, I told you not to blame me!" He took refuge on top of the other pieces of log, which fortunately were dry. He looked at you irritated "I have to do what he orders me, if you don't like something talk to him. What's up with me?" "You thought I was a child who threw a tantrum!" "No! I just saw you stressed and thought it was a good time." His flames flickered quickly "Listen, he's never acted so… overprotective, not even with Markl. I don't know what's gotten into him and I know you want to run away, but try to hold on and not get into trouble, okay? it will pass sooner or later." "Hopefully sooner than later." you huffed, going to grab a rag to clean up the milk that was dripping down the fireplace. It already dried near the embers and the demon returned to its place. You tossed the rag aside and slumped into your chair once more. Calcifer stared at you silently, chewing on a couple of broken pieces of the cup. “How long do you think it will take?” you asked after a couple of minutes. “I'm going crazy and I've only been here a week.” "It's hard to say. Honestly, I don't know what he found so interesting about you but, with all the precautions he's taking, I don't think he'll let you go any day now." “And you won't let me go either, right?” "Stop accusing me!" the flames turned bright red again "I'm tied to him, I can't do anything about it. If it were up to me, I would have kicked all 3 of you out of here!" He ate another piece of pottery, this one longer and thinner. It had to be the handle. You fiddled with the bracelet, rotating it around your wrist. This is also a gift from the Wizard. It was enchanted to protect you from the Witch, he told you so as he tied it. A simple silver band set with small gems. You didn't know how it was supposed to work, but you were sure it would. If that crazy man feared so much for your safety, he certainly wouldn't have let you get into such great danger. And the way he reassured you that first night, while you were crying on his chest after the nightmare, sounded quite sincere. Calcifer finished eating all the shards and calmed down "Anyway, even if I let you out, Howl would find you and bring you back here. Haven't you learned your lesson?" “I was just lost!” you defended yourself "That's why I chose Porthaven this time, it's smaller and I would have been able to leave for sure." But he just shook his head. "You're forgetting that he's a Wizard. Haven't you figured it out yet? He found you because he already knew where you were. You could even board a boat and sail across the North Sea, he'd know perfectly well. Trust me, from the moment you leave that door, you lost." A shiver ran down your spine. You weren't sure if you would like what you were about to know. "So he…"

“As soon as you closed the door he came out of the bathroom and came down laughing.” Calcifer took on a more yellow hue and stretched upwards. His voice tried to take on a deeper tone, a funny imitation of Howl. "Eh, it seems my little dove didn't want to wait for me. I better not let them out of my sight." The demon (Calcifer) then returned to his original form. "And after that he left. When you returned, I thought he had accompanied you around the city, since you were out all that time. But before he went to sleep, he told me that he simply followed you from above as you wandered around. And then he charmed the door, telling me not to let you out." You felt a knot in your stomach during the story. You weren't liking what you were knowing. "But…but how does he do it? I mean…he's a wizard, not a seer! How does he know where I am?" Calcifer pointed to your hand "Try taking it off." "Huh?" "The bracelet. Try taking it off." You stared at it. You already tried to take it off once: you wanted to take a bath but you feared damaging it. Howl simply told you that it was enchanted and the silver wouldn't be ruined by water. You hadn't thought about it since then. You probably should have. You were sure there had been a box clasp when he had you put it on, but now you couldn't see any. The only solution was to take it off, but the band was wrapped tightly against your skin. You could move it around your wrist, but not let it go past your hand. It wasn't enchanted just to protect you from the Witch, was it? "There's a tracking spell. Plus something else to keep you from taking it away" he explained. "Oh, along with a protection one, of course." He added as if it was supposed to reassure you, but it didn't.

It was more than just a bracelet.

It was a chain. A chain that tied you to him. And that you couldn't get rid of. You started crying and sobbing.

#howls moving castle #daddy howl #age regression #forced age regression

[charliemwrites]

Character File

Name: Castle “Daddy” Alistair Aliases: Daddy, Captain Daddy, Big Daddy Age: 38 Gender and pronouns: AMAB using he/him/his Marital Status: officially unmarried; unofficially – very taken Surviving family: mother, father, sister

Physical description: Standing at 6’3” (190.5 cm) and weighing 225 lbs. (102 kilos) Captain Alistair is all around built strong and thick. Broad shoulders, slight tapering at the waist, and thick thighs. His hair is dark brown, shaved close at the sides and longer at the top – if he allowed it to grow out it would curl. His eyes are a very deep brown with a strong, square jaw and aquiline nose. Teeth are straight and even, though he has prominent canines. (face claim: John Bernthal)

Identifying/Unusual features:

Two facial scars; one across the bridge of his nose and one high on his left cheek. Both required stitches, though they were acquired separately.

Tattoos: The SpecGru symbol on the left side of his chest An ouroboros snake around his left thigh A rook with daisies on his right bicep (for his little sister) A full back pieces of the Grim Reaper with ravens

Two crooked fingers from a break that didn’t set correctly

While he has several scars, the worst of them is crisscrossing circles around his left calf; a steel cord wrapped around it multiple times and almost took the entire leg

Early Childhood:

Castle was born to Clancy and Helena Alastair in Michigan. Clancy had always wanted a boy, so after a difficult delivery, he and Helena were happy to stop at one and focus all their attention on their son. The first twelve years of his life were spent in a quiet suburb that was developed in the 50s.

Clancy owned fifty percent of a construction company that he built from the ground up with a childhood friend. When Castle was old enough, his father began to bring him to construction sites, teaching him the basics of both business and carpentry. Castle grew up with a strong appreciation for hard work and building things from the ground up, instilled by his father. He greatly admired Clancy’s dedication and hands-on approach as a leader.

Castle also had a deep love and respect for his mother, a music teacher at the local high school. She was both charismatic and eccentric, with a love of silly dresses and jewelry. She embodied kindness and compassion without compromising her own self-respect, the people she loved were her whole world. Family was everything to her and Castle feels that she taught him what love truly is.

In middle school, Castle developed something of a temper. Love, he thought, meant protecting his family. Insults or jokes about either of his parents were met with swift and violent responses. He spent many afternoons in the principal’s office (and many nights without dessert) from brawls in the lunchroom or curses traded across classrooms.

In the spring of sixth grade, Clancy got into an accident that left him with permanent damage to his knee and lower back. He chose to sell his half of the company to his business partner, then bought a small farm that he moved his family to that summer. While Castle initially was angry about the move, and angry that he had no say in the matter, he found that he really enjoyed the wide-open spaces and all the animals they now had to tend to.

Seventh grade brought better friends and a better attitude. Working on the farm gave him a physical outlet for all his growing hormones.

That winter brought a little sister.

Clancy’s younger brother (the well-earned black sheep of the family) had had an affair. When his affair partner died of birth-related illness, he was left with an illegitimate child. Neither his affair partner’s family nor his own wife wanted anything to do with the baby. So he brought her to his eldest brother, Clancy.

Even past their prime and with no particular desire for another child, Clancy and Helena took the baby girl in without hesitation. (Though Clancy did kick his younger brother’s ass quite soundly while Castle sneakily watched from the window.) She didn’t even have a name yet. Helena jokingly suggested naming her “Rook” to go with “Castle,” but then their son latched onto the name, and it stuck.

Rook became Castle’s whole world as he helped his parents care for both a baby and their new farm. He often sat with her when he came home from school – kept an eye on her while he did homework, giving his parents a break to take care of things they hadn’t been able to with the baby. While they weren’t technically siblings, they were blood, and Clancy insisted that the age gap between them meant that Castle needed to act responsibly with her. That she would look up to him since he was so much older already.

In high school, he would often walk (or carry) Rook to and from preschool on his way to his own classes. Clancy wanted him to join the football team, and while Castle enjoyed it to an extent, he preferred to be helping at home.

It was in his junior year that he began to seriously consider joining the military. By senior year, he had decided. When he graduated, he went into an ROTC program at the state college an hour away. Once he graduated, he joined the marine corps.

Military Career:

Alistair rose quickly in reputation and rank during his time in the marine corps. A level-headed and disciplined man, he became known for his leadership prowess early on. While not outgoing, he was well-regarded by his comrades and often a morale-booster, excelling in any unit he was placed in. He excelled in stealth and infiltration but had an impressive record as a sniper as well.

Unfortunately, his career was cut short when information leaked on a high-risk mission. The mission was a failure, with two teammates sacrificing themselves for the sake of the unit. At the safehouse, the remains of the team were ambushed just as exfiltration arrived via helicopter.

While trying to help a comrade up, a steel cord tangled around his leg and nearly dragged him from the aircraft. In the pain and panic, he dropped his teammate to his death. Alistair would have lost his leg if not for the quick response of his sole surviving team member.

Alistair would later discover that very teammate was the one to betray the unit. The man mysteriously disappeared, and Alistair was honorably discharged from service.

A year later, he was recruited for the PMC known as SpecGru.

SpecGru:

Keegan Russ is credited with coining Alistair’s callsign, “Daddy,” though his fellow teammate Nila “Nova” Brown quickly adopted it as well. They claim this is due to Alistair’s close observation, concern for health, and deep protectiveness for his squad. His adaptive and lenient leadership style has endeared him to even the most standoffish of his team – Nikto.

The addition of the fifth and final member to his unit has skyrocketed them to one of the highest success rates in SpecGru.

#cod #thoughts™️ #my writing #fanfiction #captain daddy #Castle Alistair #OC #my oc #cod oc #Castle “Daddy” Alistair #specgru reader

[asgardswinter]

Henry Cavill as Daddy Captain Syverson in Sand Castle (2017)

#henry cavill #henry cavill gifs #henrycavilledit #henrycavillgif #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill smut #captain syverson #captain sy x reader #captain syverson gifs #sand castle #walter marshall #august walker #henrycavill #daddy #hot beefy daddy

[tonys-fav-bitch]

#whatta babe #pedro pascal #Joel miller #the last of us #how am i supposed to live laugh love in these conditions #daddy tho #jon bernthal #Oscar Isaac #my babies #moonknight #the punisher #Marc Spector #Steven grant #frank castle

[marsapolis]

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"i know i am no better than swine

i scream and squeal at the ground 'make me beautiful, in the image of the starry night sky!'

i carve, dirty hands in dirty soil, messages for the gods i may never lay eyes on 'make me perfect. make me feel love. make me.'

-the irony is pigs dont even know what stars look like! and im the pig!! get it? haha! get it????? im sad!!!

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i promise soon ill make happy poems, ive just been so moody lately! i went apple picking with a friend today, we also got pumpkins! sometimes i forget how nice it feels to dress up and play with friends :) sorry no haha funny post today, maybe tomorrow! OH also!! i was thinking about maybe on sunday nights posting "outfit inspo" collages!! so if that sounds cool maybe comment a little "yeah babe" or a "hey kiddo, its dad, i know we havent spoken much since, well really ever. but i wanted you know, im proud of you." to let me know youd like the collages :D!!!

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#whimsical #whimsigoth #whimsigothic #whimsigothaesthetic #whimsy #whimsigoth room #whimsycore #moon and stars #pretty lady #castle #purple #idk but the purple hues in todays post are such a vibe #i have daddy issues #can you tell? hehe #todays poem is actually one i wrote years ago #i feel very confident in who i am now :D #black cat #i really appreciate all the love lately<3 #maybe tell me you love me or something #lets be parasocial already

[ukyuo]

the producers calling rei a deadbeat dad 😭

#it’s true it’s true #this interview is so funny tho #makes sense kazuki goes off in the new trailer 😪 #buddy daddies #also I thought it was cool toba yosuke worked on a bunch of other beloved titles like angel beats the cat returns and howls moving castle

[starsm00n]

What is it with fictional men that make me unhinged and feral. LIKE LET ME OUTTA MY CAGE!

#delusional #geto suguru #gojo satoru #nanami kento #joel miller #spencer reid #joe goldberg #rick grimes #negan smith #ghost cod #john price #toji fushiguro #bucky barnes #aaron hotchner #konig cod #frank castle #paul hill #matt murdock #miguel o'hara #just girly thoughts #dean winchester #fictional men #twd daryl #bellamy blake #loki laufeyson #daddy chill #carlisle cullen #javier peña #marc spector #fypfypfypfypfypfypdypfypfypfypfypfypfyfpfyfpfyp

[justjasminne]

Tiktok - @jastwd 😛✌️

#jon bernthal #jon bernthal smut #shane walsh smut #shane walsh #twd #the walking dead #frank castle imagine #frank castle #moodboard #frank castle smut #edit #thirsty #daddy's good girl #fuck my face #dilfism #dilfgifs #dilfedit #the punisher smut #the punisher #frank castle x reader #frank castle icons #edits #marvel mcu #marvel #marvel edit