#frank castle is a dilf

[marvelsgirl616]

an absolute wh*re for this man. 🧎‍♀️

[winchesterswhore]

do you ever look at a man and think i need you in the most disgusting, vile, pathetic, animalistic, disturbing, vulgar and morally questionable way possible

[monstergifpacks]

Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle The Punisher 1.01 - 3 AM

[chvoswxtch]

y’all i’ve been so wrapped up in the excitement of meeting jon and charlie I completely fucking forgot I was also meeting hayden christensen 💀

[joelmillers-whore]

sometimes baby girl is a mentally unstable man

[dilfbracket]

Iroh (uncle tea dad) vs Frank Castle (sick chestplate dad)

FAVORITE MAN CAVE ACTIVITY -

IROH -

"Sip his tea and tell Zuko and his friends stories"

FRANK -

"probably installing grenade launchers into his truck or something similarly insane"

[ur-girl0]

me minding my own business at work doing my thing then this guy..really fuckin hot guy walks by and he looks EXACTLY like frank. when i tell you i was weak in the knees i was WEAK in the knees.

[theinheriteddutchess]

👀👀

I can't believe how hot you make everything. I swear if you were a published writer I'd have a single closet just for your books only, filled to the brim.

God that last ask has invaded my mind and I'll be thinking of it all day. Getting fingered by DILF Frank on the front porch?? making you sit naked on his lap as he has his fun and downs a few beers. Why is that so hot. Drinks a little too much and can't get it up so fucks you with the beer bottle instead

Porch light on or off?? Neighbors to scared to say anything anyway. They know who he is and what he used to do

Previous ask: "Frank as a dilf. A little grey, still strong af, got those muscles but now got a little pudge. Thick calloused fingers that feel you just right making you squirm on his lap as he fingers you on the front porch while he drunks a beer. A belly that can rub against you just the right way as he rails you in a mating press or when you ride him on the living room floor. The hot dilf next door. Makes you call him daddy or sir. Or Mr Castle. Wife left him and he's just a horny riled up old man who needs a pretty little thing to control and make him feel young and scary again like he was in his punisher days"

Your Daddy Don't Know

Warnings: dubcon, age gap

It starts out unexpectedly. Everyone in the neighbourhood knows Frank Castle and everyone is afraid of him. Even you. But after spending all day doing nothing on your phone, your dad guilts you into the simple chore; 'take this wrench back to Frank for me, will ya?'

Easy enough, right? Maybe if it was lending Mrs. Casserly a cup of sugar or helping Miss Dinal with her groceries, but Frank was a different breed, he was a sore thumb in the suburban masterpiece. His face carried a natural anger even if it words were mostly kind, his dark eyes held secrets he would never tell, though many whispered about them.

You cross the street with the tool in hand, patting it gently against your thigh as your nerves mount. Why were you so nervous? Frank was never mean, in fact, he helped you unload your car after you dropped out of college and came back to live in your parents' basement. He didn't judge, he just carried in the boxes and made a single comment about new beginnings.

You see him on his porch, on the swing he built himself, the wooden slats thick and strait. The chain tinkled with each lazy sway as he leans back to gulp from a dark bottle. You come up his freshly trimmed walk and wave as you get to the bottom step.

"Hey," you lift the wrench and almost hit yourself in the chin, "my dad wanted me to bring this back."

"Ah," he lowers the bottle and gives a crooked grin, "probably woulda let him have it."

"Yeah, well, he's more afraid you'd beat him with it, you kn--" you stop yourself as you put a foot on the lowest step, "I don't mean--"

He chuckles and takes another swig, "don't worry about it, I know my reputation. Give it here."

You climb the stairs and near him. He takes the wrench and looks it over before setting it on the barrel he uses as a table. He smirks up at you and stills the swing.

"Busy?" he asks.

"Not really," you shrug, "but I should go--"

"You afraid too, huh?" he asks, "yep, I get it, young girl... I'd be scared of me too. You know, I'm the one who has to look in the mirror at this ugly mug every morning. Almost fifty years now..."

"Intimidated," you correct him, "not scared."

"Ah, your big college words," he rolls his eyes, "sit," he pats the light blue cushion beside him, "grab a beer."

You stare at him and scoff. You look back at your house across the street beneath the dimming sky.

"You got someone waiting then? A young man?" he teases. You look back at him as he leans his bottle against his stomach at an angle, "I know you like to drink," he says, "I know about the hot tub."

You suck in air and give a nervous giggle. Just before you left for college, you had a going away party. You and your friends snuck into Frank's hot tub that night while he was away.

"Security cameras," he raises his brows, "pretty common these days."

"I'm sorry--"

"Nah, sit, have a beer," he insists, "tell me about college."

You clamp your lips shut and sigh. You pass between his knees and the rail and flip open the cooler. You take a cold beer from the ice and hear the clink of empty glass, "I'll have another two, sugar."

"Sure," you grab another and turn to him.

You hold out the brown bottle but he takes both. He uncaps them with his rough palm and hands one back as you sit beside him. He swings the bench again as you smell the hoppy beer mist from the neck.

"So, you're not goin' back, huh?" he asks as he keeps his feet planted and moves the swing languidly.

"Not there," you say, "I... I'm figuring stuff out, you know?"

"Trust me, I know, I joined up when I was your age," he says, "lookin' back, I was still a kid and it affected my whole life."

"Yeah, well, I'm just lookin' for a job until I can... figure it out," you shrug and take a drink, the beer foaming around you lips.

You mop away the mess and the streetlights flick on as the sky continues to darken. You try to relax and lean back on the swing.

"It's okay, sugar, we don't needa talk about school," he says, "don't have much to say on that myself. You still watchin' ball?"

"Sometimes," you answer, "kinda fell out of the habit on campus. Still like my Raiders."

"Please, you know they're never goin' to the bowl again, not in your lifetime."

"Oh, whatever, what are the Giants doing now?"

"Mmm," he grumbles and takes another drink, "we'll see next season."

☠

Three, four beers, was it? It's dark now and you can see a piece of the moon just beyond the porch awning. Stars twinkle down in a drunken blur as you laugh drunkenly at Frank's story about the time he thought a sand rat was an IED.

You put your bottle down beside the corner of the swing and flop back as you wipe away tears. You're dizzy but you feel good. It's been a while since you forgot the shame of your homecoming.

"Ah, sugar, you would've died to see me runnin' away like cat, don't think I was ever that light on my feet," he chuckles.

You laugh until your breathless slump lazily against his shoulder without thinking. Your eyelids are heavy and the pleasant inebriation is like a cleansing shower of rain on a summer night. He quiets as lean against him but you're too buzzed to notice.

"I can only imagine now," you say, "it's like Selisha when she thought a piece of hair was a spider."

"Mmm," he hums and the swing rocks.

Your eyes close and your breath evens out. You let the warmth of the beer in your stomach lull you. The swing softly squeaks with each tilt and you rest more heavily against Frank.

"Y'okay, sugar?" he asks as his hand lightly covers your thigh.

"Mhmmm," you nod and keep your eyes close, "you're funny."

"I am? I never been known for my humour," he says.

"Oh," you murmur.

Crickets chirp and mosquitoes hum. You feel his hand shift and his finger dips between your thighs. You don't react, you're too drunk to resist the ripples that flow from his touch. You don't think about who he is or where you are, you're swept up in the smooth sensation.

He creeps further along your thigh, slowly as if waiting for you to stop him. You giggle as the beer bubble up from your stomach. Your caught in that type of drunkenness that feels like dreaming. Not quite awake and not quite asleep, just there.

He turns his hand and the silence sets in on you. You're both quite as his fingers bend against the front of your shorts and he rubs softly at first. Your head lolls but it's too heavy to lift. He presses firmly against the denim and the seam tickles your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.

He keeps on, swirling and sweeping, until your trembling and your puffs seep over his shoulder and up his neck. His fingers crawl up and he keep his posture as he flicks open your fly with one hand, the swing still swaying beneath you.

You hear a dog bark and footsteps along the pavement, "good evening, Mr. Collins," Frank calls.

"Evening, Mr. Castle," the old man returns.

"How's Dino?" he asks after the dog and you're jarred by the conversation as he slides his hand down the front of your shorts.

"He's good, just healing up," Collins answers, "thanks."

You listen as the dog's tags jingle away and Frank continue down your panties. He pushes two fingers against your clit and you gasp. You turned to bite his shoulder as the pressure builds at a pinpoint.

"You alright?" Sugar he asks as he keeps the bench swinging.

You can't open your eyes, you're ready to pass out, only the tendrils winding around your legs and spine keep you away. Your mumble but can't get a word out. His fingers move quicker and you moan as you turned your head and let your cheek rest against the spit left on his shoulder.

"Such a beautiful, night," he remarks as he slips his hand further and pokes a finger inside of you, his palm flush to your clit.

His calloused hand stoke the flames higher as he adds another finger and curls them. Your cunt sucks at his long digits and you turned your head up to pout at the sky.

"Figure you owe me for the hot tub," he purrs as he continues to toy with you and you brace his thick bicep hungrily, "don't you?"

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

KINKTOBER ‘24 MASTERLIST.

⋆ ˚｡𖦹 18+ for all blurbs as they’re smut. each blurb will have its own context/ trigger warnings and will be tagged accordingly. will be uploaded around 10pm UK time. MDNI!!

[some days/ kinks are subject to change]

MAIN MASTERLIST

— day one (01, oct) overstimulation w/ bucky barnes

— day two (03, oct) cockwarming w/ logan howlett

— day three (05, oct) thigh fucking w/ steven grant

— day four (07, oct) fingering w/ spencer reid

— day five (09, oct) toys w/ miguel o’hara

— day six (11, oct) mirror sex w/ tangerine

— day seven (13, oct) blindfold w/ matt murdock

— day eight (15, oct) period sex w/ frank castle

— day nine (17, oct) dry humping w/ peter maximoff

— bonus day (18, oct) just the tip w/ simon riley

— day ten (19, oct) 3some w/ bucky barnes & steve rogers

— day eleven (21, oct) breast worship w/ logan howlett

— day twelve (23, oct) 69 w/ tangerine

— day thirteen (25, oct) limo sex w/ the moonboys

— day fourteen (27, oct) shower handy w/ spencer reid

— day fifteen (29, oct) orgasm denial w/ matt murdock

— day sixteen (31, oct) web bondage w/ tasm peter parker

©little-miss-dilf-lover // all work is my own. please do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms

[cuddly-dean-baby]

The Lawyers 4

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader, Frank Castle x GN!Reader, Matt Murdock x Jennifer Walters

Words: 535

Standing outside his apartment door, you hear both of their voices more clearly than Karen and Frank do. “Yeah, Karen, they’re in there. He must've forgotten to call in.”

“It's very unusual for him not to call in though, and you know this.” She gives you a soft, knowing look.

As the three of you start to walk away, the door opens to reveal Matt, his hair standing all over the place, him fumbling with his pants. “Karen?” He hears her heartbeat before hearing yours and softly calling your name, completely ignoring Frank.

You immediately knew that he had sex with the woman who claimed that they haven’t done it since the second time and it was a one time fling. “I hope she’s fucking worth it, Matthew.”

He knew he was in trouble when you used his whole name, but it broke his heart more when you used it from finding out he fucked the same woman he fucked his relationship with again.

“Don’t bother coming into work today, Matt. Foggy and I aren’t gonna be there.” Karen says before following after you. Frank says nothing as he pushes off the wall he was leaning against and walks after you and Karen. 

Karen had messaged Foggy to meet at Fogwell’s. As soon as he walks through the door, he almost jumps out of his skin as the punching bag goes flying towards him. “Fucking flying- you almost killed me!” He gets nothing said in return from you as you try to calm your heaving chest. 

“Let’s go, Foggy. We’re going for a walk.” Karen pushes him out.

“But I just got here.”

“Too bad.”

Once they’re out of Fogwell’s, you’re now leaning against the bottom ring rope. “Let me see your hands.” You hear Frank say as he steps into your vision, about to touch your hands.

Feeling a bit too overwhelmed to be touched right now, you immediately stand up, your hands away from him. “Don't. Just- don't.” You walk away from him and to the punching bag that flew like a fucking eagle towards one of your friends.

An eagle that is 68kg and used for punching, or making it near attack someone.

Once you pick it up, sand starts to pour. It doesn’t help you being so overwhelmed, so in this case, with all of your strength, you throw it to the other side of the building, mostly by where Frank is.

“Is today the day to kill everyone with the fucking punching bag?” He asks, grumpily and sarcastically.

“Today is the day is where I am so fucking confused with what’s going on.” Before Frank could say anything, you continue. “My fucking ex goes back to the woman he’s been fucking for the unknown millionth time after the both of them saying it was nothing.” You start to unwrap the bandages on your hands to reveal reddened and slightly bleeding knuckles. “My ex best friend and I kissed, to which I don’t know where either of our feelings are. And my said fucking ex is here with his woman.” 

Turning around, Jennifer is standing behind a baffled Matt and in the doorway. “Out of all the people, you kissed him?”

Marvel Tags:

@spnfanboy777 // @wolf-knights // @blurredx18 // @buckysbrattybaby // @chrisevansangel // @misha-collins-is-a-dilf

The Lawyers Series Tags:

@yarrystyleeza // @arsonfrogger

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC RECS M.LIST

MARVEL

FRANK CASTLE

Good Girls Get Rewarded — @amhrosina

Do Your Worst — @itwasthereaminuteago

Say It — @glossysoap

Never Be Alone Again — @frvnkcastles

Pancakes — @chvoswxtch

Cowgirl ⎢ Ride, Cowgirl ⎢ Cowboy Hats — @strawhbrrries

Mystery of Love — @spideychai

FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK

Red, Blue, and Black — @femscottlang

PEAKY BLINDERS

THOMAS SHELBY

My Daughter — @toomanyfandomsallatonce

My Man — @toomanyfandomsallatonce

Devilishly Handsome Man ⎢ Part 2 — @toomanyfandomsallatonce

Jealous!Alfie — @dearshelby

Call Me Tommy — @dlmlufics

A Small Mishap — @gypsy-girl-08

There’s Going To Be A Wedding After All — @dlmlufics

Unkept and Broken Promises ⎢ Part 2 — @toomanyfandomsallatonce

Picnic — @toomanyfandomsallatonce

Time After Time Masterlist — @all-mirth-no-matter

The Moment Everything Collapsed — @multific

LUCA CHANGRETTA

The Engagement — @anonymooseforever007

DUNE

DUKE LETO ATREIDES

Rainy Afternoon — @dailyreverie

He Found the Box of Condoms ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @hoedamn-eron

My You-niverse Masterlist — @ofstarsandvibranium

A Love’s Worth — @multific

NSFW Alphabet — @agent-whiskeys-sweetheart

BLEACH

KISUKE URAHARA

Lavender Haze — @mulberrysilk

STRANGER THINGS

JIM HOPPER

Closer — @velvetcloxds

TRIPLE FRONTIER

BENNY MILLER

F My…Tonsils? — @theewokingdead

Sweat Now, Shine Later — @hopeamarsu

Sunshine State ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @brewsterispunkk

Where You Go, I Go — @grownup-thatbeautiful

FRANKIE MORALES

Through The Scope ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ Drabble ⎢ 6 — @ssuperficialspacecadett

“You Look Good With My Hands Around Your Throat” — @thetriumphantpanda

Touch Tank — @ruinedbylanadelrey

Everything I Know Leads Me Back To You ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 2.1 ⎢ Drabble ⎢ Drabble ⎢   — @peterhollandkait

Safe Place To Land ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢ 8 — @dilf-din

Age Gap Fic — @ruinedbylanadelrey

Lazy Kisses — @tropes-and-tales

“You Don’t Have To Be Gentle, I Won’t Break” — @thetriumphantpanda

Frankie + Staring — @beecastle

Blind Dates and One Night Stands — @criticallyacclaimedstranger

A+ Kisser — @deadpoetress

SANTIAGO GARCIA

Erase It — @jake-g-lockley

Person A Confesses to Person B While They Sleep — @eyelessfaces

Hold On Tight — @noisynaia

Over A Ledge — @spacecowboyhotch

Packing — @eyelessfaces

Sweet Nothings — @groguspicklejar

WILL MILLER

Tranquility — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Lucky — @luvvstvrkeyy

Tethered — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Best Friend’s Brother — @violentdelightsandviolentends

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Jason Todd/Frank Castle ship manifesto and rec list!

For @dc-marvel-crossovers Pool Noodle Party.

These two are both scary motherfuckers when they want to be. Between the guns and the vengeance — yeah, the surface-level similarities are clear. But they’re also people whose core motivations are a) loss and b) a sense of justice. They lost faith in the ability of others to protect the people they love, and so they decided to do it themselves. They get a lot of shit from the other vigilantes in their respective circles for their methods of doing so; I think the lack of judgment coming from the other person would absolutely draw them together.

And at first glance, I think they can both easily be written off as angry characters, but both of them have a massive soft, caring streak under all that Kevlar and grumbling. It comes out mostly in the way they look out for (and fight on behalf of) the innocent — women, children, dogs… they’re both natural caretakers, but they’re rarely allowed to express it, and I think that caretaking is a huge part of what I love about the idea of their dynamic. They only allow themselves to be soft and to be taken care of because they’re with someone who also respects their strength.

Fic recs! Most of this tag belongs to the amazing @mightymightygnomepriest and @bittercape! Please go check out their work if you want more of this pairing — every one of their fics is great, not just the ones I’m quoting here.

forever trusting who we are by @bittercape - like I said, it’s the caretaking for me! This is peak softness, and I love the lived-in feel of the unspoken communication that comes from a long term relationship.

The rhythm of checking and mending gear is a familiar one, and Jason is comforted by the hiss of the whetstone against an already-sharp blade, as familiar as breathing.

Slightly less familiar is the way Frank leans against him when he comes back from packing up their gear. His weight is heavy against Jason’s back, seeking contact like a big cat.

can’t start a fire without a spark by @mightymightygnomepriest - Frank is literally in the rain trying to rescue a puppy in this. It’s so ridiculously endearing. There’s also caretaking (of course) and some sexy sexy sex.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jason catches sight of a calendar. He wonders if he’s been a good enough boy this year that Santa’s delivered him a dilf.

Probably not.

Even if We’re Just Dancing in the Dark by @daddyswickedqueen - a remix of the previous fic on the list, but god damn I love Sagacity’s take on this premise. The inner voices of both characters are so well done.

There’s a low laugh that could, in other meteorological conditions, make Jason shiver. Right now it’s too fucking cold and wet to tell.

Jason stays right where he is. This goddamn puppy is going to be warm and dry tonight or he’s going to commit war crimes. Again.

Parting is all we know of Heaven, (—and all we need of Hell.) by llamallamaduck - Witcher fusion! I know very little about the Witcher fandom but was able to follow without problems, and the glimpse at the world was more than enough to have me wanting more. Great characterizations.

“I’ve been around for a while, kid,” says the Witcher, shifting. Automatically, Jason’s eyes snap to track the movement. You can’t not pay attention to that shit. He’s not even making any threatening gestures; he’s rubbing his temples with one hand and is propped up by the other. Nevertheless, Jason wants to curl his shoulders, bare his teeth and show he’s not easy prey.

Make This Easy by @thepartyresponsible - it has once again been 0 days since somebody in the crossover server recced a TPR fic, and for good reason. Significantly darker than the others on this list; this is not a happy story. But it involves one of my favorite descriptions of Jason of all time:

There’s some kind of predator under his skin, the same way there’s one under Frank’s. Maybe this kid’s teeth run a little closer to the surface, but Frank still recognizes his own. It’s just weird as hell to find someone like him caged up in a body like that. He wonders if that’s what he looked like in his early twenties, some unholy mashup of empty eyes and soft edges, baby fat barely lingering on a body already smelted into a weapon.

He was never that pretty, but Russo used to be. Maybe that burning match energy is something boys like them learn early. Self-immolation as a form of self-protection. Nobody’s going to get their hands on them if they’re already on fire.

[hailey-murdock]

Extra Credit

Co-written with: @little-miss-dilf-lover

Paring: Professor!Matt Murdock x female student!reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+ - Extreme explicit content

Summary: you’re a struggling law student at columbia and seek out help from your temporary professor, matt murdock

WC: 4.1k

A.N: Thank you all for reading this work that me and @little-miss-dilf-lover have been working on for awhile. Hope you all enjoy. (Reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated)

Students often find themselves in need of that extra boost to achieve their desired grades or attain additional credit towards their coursework.

And that was the case for you - never did you think you would end up at Columbia trying to earn your law degree.

Now in your senior year, you needed extra credit, and none of your other professors wanted to help.

So you went with your last chance, Professor Murdock. He just started teaching a couple of months ago. But you quickly grew fond of him. Based on what you knew - he took on the Frank Castle case alongside his partner Nelson but lost the case. Maybe the case downshadowed their firm and made everything fall apart.

Who knew? But that made no difference to you. You knew what you wanted and needed. The way to his office made you dizzy, and you didn't know what to expect. You needed him -no, that was wrong- you needed his help.

The moment you stood outside his office, you saw him standing over his desk with his sleeves rolled up. His muscular forearms displayed in front of you. The tie loosely hung around his neck.

His red-tinted glasses cover his soft, beautiful eyes that you've only ever seen once before. He looked almost angelic - and you finally understood the saying 'sight for sore eyes.' Matthew Murdock was truly a sight for sore eyes.

The way his fingers ran over the braille on the paper on the table made you have many unholy thoughts about the man that could change your life. It made you think how his hand would feel around your throat while thrusting inside you from behind. Or if he could feel how tight your wet cunt was around his fingers. No, snap out of it. It was a sin to think such a thing of a man 15 years older than you.

But Matt sensed you there at his door. He had actually heard you when you walked inside the building. The sweet scent of your perfume hit his nostrils stronger than a punch he would take at night on his nightly activities.

Matt thought you already smelled sweet until he noticed a change of scent. It was more of an intoxicating fragrance - seeping into his skin and staining his memory with your powerful smell, immersed in your essence.

The way you wet your lips was just like beauty drops from the shyness of your lips. Nectar flows of desire with your heartbeat. Matt was hypnotized by the smell of your arousal in the air, making his pants feel tighter.

He was snapped out of that trance when he heard the sweetest sound he could ever hear: your voice. He stood there for a good minute, thinking of all those times he had heard your extremely short skirts rustle against the soft breeze, how the fabric would rub against your skin every time you were near him.

The smile on your face or the light scent of your orgasm from the night before still lingered on your skin, and it drove him mad. Did you have any idea of what you were doing to him? All those times your voice would change around him, the slightly whiney pitch making him want you more.

The soft touch of your hand on him when you would help him through the university campus, guiding him through the buildings, even though he had a cane and memory of the directions. Matt desired your touch on his skin, not on his suit. He couldn't corrupt a sweet, innocent thing like you. Or at least he thought so before.

After you managed to calm yourself down, you walked inside his office. Matt looked like he was about to explode. He was red, flustered, and sweating, and you grew concerned. "Professor? Are you okay?"

"W-what? Oh, yes. I'm fine. Just thinking. Is there anything I can do for you?" Matt sat in his chair and moved himself to hide his growing erection under the desk. It was so wrong and unprofessional for him to act like this around you, his student.

Your eyes ran down to his lap, and if Matt wasn't blind, he could see how your pupils grew wide. Matt Murdock wasn't small. No, he was big - bigger than you had imagined before.

It was disgusting and perverted to think of your professor when you would seek pleasure late at night, hand rubbing your clit and moaning out his name as you came.

You cleared your throat before continuing. "I've had a hard time understanding torts. I've tried and tried, but I just don't get it. I've been to everyone else, and you're kinda my last resort." You awkwardly chuckle, scuffling your feet.

"And you didn't come to me first?" he playfully questions, stroking over his stubble as if he's trying to assess you.

"No-- well, I didn't want to bother you, you know? You're only here temporarily and--" you trail off.

"I was just messing," he interrupts, a soft smile lining his lips. "Sit," he nods, gesturing to the seat opposite his desk. "I'd love to help one of my favourite students."

"One of them?" you snicker, pulling out the chair and taking a seat. "That's disappointing. I thought I was your favourite," you smile, your tone sweet as you lay your textbooks on the oak desk.

Your eyes remain fixed on him, and you notice an expression you can't quite place - a face that's unreadable.

You sighed dramatically, "Please, Professor, I need your help-- badly. I need you".

The small noise ran a chill down Matt's spine. It made it cock twitch underneath his slacks. He made a fist to bite onto it, to make sure the moan that was about to escape from his throat wasn't heard.

The way you begged for his help made him feel pride in his chest, his famous smirk surfacing onto his face. Would you sound this desperate in the bedroom? Matt thought to himself, and his thoughts carried on.

"Professor?" you repeat, your ask falling upon deaf ears.

"Yes, sorry, forgive me, sweetheart. But back to the topic, I might have something that can help. Let me quickly look for it." He opened one of the drawers and ran his fingers over the braille to know the assignment.

But while he was so concentrated on the paper, you were a flustered mess. Matt Murdock, your professor, had called you 'sweetheart.' It was like honey the way the word rolled off his tongue. Your thighs pressed together to try to calm the ache between your legs.

The way your scent hit Matt's nostrils was like a hard punch he'd receive on his nightly patrols. A groan left his throat, and he tried to mask it with a cough.

"Sorry, I had this assignment planned for the class but never gave it out. You have a week to do it. When you pass, you'll have your extra credit." Matt handed you your assignment.

"'When,' I think you mean if. But thank you so much for your help professor. I don't know what I would do without you." You knew you could count on him, although you were nervous about the outcome.

"Don't sell yourself short. You're smart and talented. You have a long way ahead of yourself. I know you can do this. If you need help, please come to me. I'll be at your disposal."

Matt would have given you the extra credit without hesitation, but he wanted you to have a valid excuse to see him. He needed to see you again.

"Thank you again. And I won't sell myself short." You gently smiled at him even though he couldn't see your beautiful smile.

"Good girl. The sooner you start, the better."

If you weren't blushing earlier, then you certainly would be now. The praise made your knees weak. Your panties are soaked and uncomfortable. The sensation needed to be taken care of once you got back to your dorm.

"I- uh. Yes, sir," you nodded quickly.

It made you even redder that you couldn't make out a coherent sentence. Matt, that cheeky bastard was enjoying every single moment of this. It fueled his pride and ego, his smirk wider by the second. His erection was starting to become painful. The way you called him sir had him over the edge.

He felt himself about to cum in his pants like a teenager. Matt needed to desperately do something about it and he couldn't with you there in his office, not yet.

"Is there anything else I can do for you"?

Yeah, you can fuck me on your desk, you thought. You let out a sigh as you released your bitten lip and responded "No professor, thank you so much. I'll do good, I promise." And with that, you left his office.

Your scent lingered in Matt's office, he could taste it on his tastebuds. Once he knew for sure you were far away from his office, he closed the door and locked it. He sat back down in his chair, quickly fumbling with his belt to take it off and pull down his pants just enough to take out his cock.

He rolls over his swollen cock with his roughened palm, stroking himself to you, sinful and utterly shameful thoughts of you. Thoughts and notions that made him question his moral code. He knew he shouldn’t be touching himself to you – a student, his student, but he was on the brink, too far gone to stop now. He imagined the noises you’d make, the way you felt wrapped around him, he anticipated the way you would come undone beneath him.

But the overwhelming pleasure made Matt forget everything about his moral code. He knew he would go to hell for his double life and all his sins. But you? Oh, you were his greatest sin, you were the cherry on top of his ticket to hell. His lust and desires wanted him to feel ashamed but Matt did not care.

The small whimpers Matt knew he could pull out of you only made him harder. Matt wished it was your soft and delicate hands around his cock instead of his calloused hands. He knew he could treat you better than any of those stupid college guys. Only looking for their own release. Pathetic and selfish were the two things guys at college are. After three thrusts, they'd be done, but Matt? Oh, the stamina he has is way beyond what you could ever imagine.

He was a real man who knew how to make you fall apart for him within seconds. The amount of times he could bring you to reach your release. You poor small thing, probably haven't had your sweet cunt eaten out. Maybe even hadn't been given an orgasm.

Matt wanted to ruin you for any other person who would have you. No - you're his. You belong to him. Corrupting you would only add another sin to his list. The more he thought of you, the more he grew closer to coming. Matt's lip was bleeding due to how hard he had been trying to keep his moans and groans quiet.

Matt squeezed his cock tightly imagining that it would be your cunt squeezing him while you come for him, screaming his name. And just with that he came all over his hand and shirt, the sensation was making his senses go overload. A small whimper escapes his mouth.

Matt reaches out for something to ground himself back again, but he's found with nothing. He needs you- Matt needs you there to comfort him. What? No- he made a deal to cut all forms of relationships. No friends, no love interests, no nothing. What about you then? That was a different situation and he would use you for his own pleasure. There's a difference, Matt thought to himself.

He felt confused, humiliated, even. His mind slowly started to clear, and then he began to round up the pros and cons, weighing what would do more harm. But you were still consuming the logical part of his brain, and all he could muster was an exasperated sigh, dropping his face in his palms like he was soothing himself. He just had to make it through the week.

You've been doing everything you could to get that extra credit - staying up late, turning down every party invitation, just doing everything you could to get a good grade. All you wanted was for your efforts to be noted and appreciated. You just hoped your professor could notice how hard you were trying and give you something to prove your efforts.

You haven't seen him all week, practically counting down the days to his handsome face again, and today was finally the day.

He had a relatively busy schedule, so instead, he asked you to see him at the end, just before hometime -when he knew it would be empty-

All day you had an anxious pit in your stomach - wild butterflies fluttering around your throat from how nervous you were. You just had to make it until 5 pm, that was all.

The time finally rolled around, and you began to make your way to Matt's office, uneasy footing carrying you to his door. You collect yourself briefly before knocking, tapping in a rhythmic tune.

"Come in," the voice called from behind the door.

"Hi," you smile, stepping into the small closet-like room. "You said to come back at 5."

"Yes, yes. Of course. Take a seat," he smiles, gesturing to the seat beside him.

Your breath catches in your throat when you realise just how close you would be sitting to him, much closer than you were expecting, though you weren't complaining. But you do as told and take a seat.

"How did you find it?" he breaks the momentary silence, crossing his leg towards you.

"Eh," you sigh, sweetly laughing. "Wasn't awful. But I did it, so that must count, right?"

He lightly chuckles, adjusting himself in the chair almost like he was leaning into you - his body language very much interested. "That's good. How do you think you did?"

"I'd like to think I did good."

His pretty smile resurfaces at your reassuring words, and your thighs instinctively clamp together, your body having a mind of its own.

"That's great to hear, sweetheart," he nods. "Oh, while I have you here. This computer has been making a weird sound. Can you take a look for me?"

"Of course," you smile and scooch closer on your chair, perking yourself up as you lean over, accidentally knocking him in the way. "Sorry," you mutter, patting his arm apologetically.

Matt exhales, your delicate touch sending him into a frenzy. "Sorry about the mess-- books everywhere. I really should clean it," he murmurs, shaking his head like he was trying to redirect his blood flow. He continues to blabber, feeling the strain in his boxers once more. "I'll get around to it."

"It's okay," you whisper, breath catching in your throat again when you feel his knee brush over the back of your leg. "It's no problem." This time, you sounded more desperate than you would've liked - pathetic almost.

He abruptly adjusts his seating position, his hardened crotch hitting against the cheeks of your ass causing you to stumble forward, splaying over his desk for a brief moment before spinning back around to face him.

He's big, you think to yourself. Your eyes widen when you realize the position you are in. Matt wanted to do more by assuming that you were excited or maybe nervous as he heard the hammering beat of your heart.

Besides, it wasn't like you were pushing him away. Maybe you did want this after all, the sweet nectar scent between your legs confirmed his theory. Matt leans in closer towards you, his mouth dangerously close to your ear, "Do I make you nervous, sweetheart?"

You couldn't form any words, it was embarrassing. The need to have Matt's hand between your thighs to ease the ache was starting to fill your mind. A pathetic whimper fell from your soft lips as you nodded your head 'yes.'

His calloused fingers run over your knee, up your thigh, "Oh you sweet thing, I haven't even done a single thing and you already can't speak. Use your big girl words. Is this okay?"

"Y-yes,” it was barely audible. The shade of crimson grew darker on your cheeks the more Matt touched you. His left hand gripping your thigh, while his right hand was on your hip, slowly creeping up your chest to your neck. It only made your arousal leak through your panties how his large hand covered your entire neck.

Matt's body heat radiated onto your skin with how he had you caged against his desk. He couldn’t get enough of how soft your skin was, even softer than the silk sheets on his bed. You were like a drug, his addiction.

His hand moved to grip your jaw to look at him, he leaned in to kiss the soft lips of yours that he's craved to kiss, to have wrapped around his cock. Sucking him while he'd grip your hair, guiding you, being his good girl. Matt's cock twitches painfully under his slacks.

"W-what if someone sees us?" You wanted to kiss Matt, badly, but that didn't mean you wanted to get caught.

"Nobody's here sweetheart, don't worry that pretty little head of yours."

Before closing your eyes, you saw the smirk that Matt had grown to flash at you lately. God, how you wanted to make this man feel so good.

His thumb brushes over your chin, tilting you up to face him once again, his smirk slowly faltering as he closes the distance, angling you to meet his lips. He kisses you with more vigour - more passionately than before, like he was desperate, finally kissing you like those times he's dreamt of.

His palm around your jaw slips behind and into a loose fist of hair at the back of your neck, holding you still and deepening the kiss as he presses his chest into yours, pushing you back into his desk.

You hop onto the edge of the desk and slip your hands around his waist, finicking with his belt as you eagerly try to undress his lower half.

He parts from the kiss breathlessly, chuckling as he shakes his head. "Not about me, sweetheart," he smiles, removing your hands from his waistband. He brings your hands to his lips and places a delicate kiss on the back of each. "It's about you."

Matt hastily clears the desk surrounding you, emptying the space for you to lean back. You do as asked, falling back and resting on your elbows as you gaze up at the handsome man standing between your spread legs.

His hands trail your bare thighs, grazing up the goosebumped skin until his fingertips reach the frilled edging of your underwear. A gentle smile lines his lips as he brushes over the small wet patch of fabric, his thumb tracing your folds through the dampened material. His grin widens as he outlines the mound of your clit, teasing at the nub with small, soft circles.

On any other occasion, Matt would've taken the time to work you up, to appreciate you - to coax out a couple of orgasms beforehand, but time was not on your side, and what you had was limited. He just wanted to give you a small taste of what he had to offer you, hoping you'd want to come back for more. All he wanted today was to satisfy a slither of his hunger while making you feel good - all while going uncaught.

He returns his attention to you and slips his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, slowly dragging them over your hips and down your thighs. He balls the damp, slinky fabric and shoves it in his desk drawer for "safekeeping," as Matt lightly put it.

"If we had more time, sweetheart..." he trails off, shaking his head at the thought.

"I don't really understand law-- I'll be back again soon," you reply, tone flirty and breathless as you shimmy down on the oak desk, adjusting to accompany him. "Might need some more extra credit."

"That's good-- I can do that," his voice hoarse as he urgently unbuckles his belt, unzipping his fly. "I've got plenty more. Anything you need."

He pulls his cock out over the waistband of his boxers, keeping most of himself covered in the off and unfortunate chance of getting caught.

You perk yourself up higher on your elbows and glance down at him, eyes bugging out your head when you see his thick, swollen dick twitching in his tight grasp. He wasn't your first, but his size certainly was.

Matt lazily rolls over his cock, massaging in a few beads of precum as he situates closer, standing between your legs with his thighs pressed into the back-side of yours. He pushes his dick through your folds, collecting your wetness on his head, slick lips parting around his girth.

"If it's too much, let me know," Matt reassures, stroking your thigh with his spare hand.

"I will," you eagerly nod, wrapping your hand around his cock, slowly guiding him into you.

He stills, allowing you to take what you want, letting you take it little by little til you're full solely of him. His thick cock stuffed into your perfect, pretty pussy - warm walls melting around him as you twitch and whine on the table.

"That's it-- doin' so good," he coos, brushing comforting circles over your tummy, the action as if to soothe you. "Feel so perfect."

Matt slowly drags out a few inches and pushes back in, doing it repetitively as if to stretch you out, slowly fucking and filling you. One of his hands trails back to your waist, gripping your skin and gently tugging your body to meet his lazy, uneven jabs. The other placed calculatedly over your pubic bone, thumb swirling over your clit in a movement that juxtaposed his sloppy thrusts.

The dingy room is full of stifled moans and muttering praises - wet, squelching noises accompanying the lewd sounds.

It all began to feel like too much, as if Matt was pressing all your buttons at once - doing everything to get you off as fast and hard as possible.

"Quiet, sweetheart. I can't be giving everyone extra credit," he hushes, continuing to leisurely wind his cock into you, going nice and slow. "That's only for you, sweet girl."

He leans over your body, swallowing your whimpers with rough kisses as if he knew you were close - like he was taking precautions, not wanting others to hear.

His thrusts never falter in motion, giving you what you want, not changing a thing as he brings you to your ever-longing high.

"Cum on my dick," he murmurs against your lips, resting his forehead on yours, softly panting. "That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it."

The internal balloon in your stomach wears thin, and you do as instructed - cumming around his thick cock as you entrap him to your body, caging him in a bear hug. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, muffling moans and cries as you let go.

"Sound so pretty," he whispers, peeling himself from your grasp. "So, so pretty."

Once you come back down, he stands upright and yanks his cock from the perfect warmth between your legs, rolling over his reddened head as he spills his release on your inner thigh, mumbling curses and praises about how good you make him feel.

Matt quickly tucks himself away, and his cheeks flush a light pink as he slips his hands into yours, pulling you up and helping you up. He sits in his chair and rolls it closer to you, pulling out one of his desk drawers and collecting a pack of tissues.

"Didn't hurt you, did I?" he asks, wiping the tissue over your thigh, cleaning the cum.

"No," you reply immediately, shaking your head. "Not at all."

"Good," he grins, throwing the tissue in the can by the window. "We'll keep this as our little secret?"

"Absolutely," you sweetly laugh. "But, I should be going. My roommate's waiting on me."

"Of course, sweetheart," his grin widens, nodding understandingly.

He helps you to your feet and adjusts your skirt, smoothing over the fabric. As he does that, you sort out your upper half - straightening your top and fixing your hair.

"Oh-- my underwear," you giggle, feeling a slight breeze.

He playfully tuts, clicking his tongue as he buckles his belt. "I'm keeping them for a few days. Will you give you a reason to come back."

You sling your bag over your shoulder and reach for the door handle. "I don't need another reason."

[ellie-williams-wife]

my favorite matt murdock/

frank castle writers

@little-miss-dilf-lover

@cellophaine

@courtforshort15

@amhrosina

@frvnkcastles

@chvoswxtch

@devils-dares

@peterman-spideyparker

@farfromstrange

[1donoow]

MCU REC

PT.6

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

frank castle

kurt wagner

warren worthington

pavitr prabhakar

miles morales

peter parker

eddie 'venom' brock

peter(pietro) maximoff

tony stark

druig

kate bishop

moon knight

frank castle

@that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main - frank castle w/ archer daughter

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kurt wagner

@takenbypeter - stick to the plan

@jiabeewrites - awkward first meeting (batsis!reader)

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warren worthington

@tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik - a touch starved warren would include

- dating warren would include

@blueeyedheizer - don't go please, I can't lose you

@warrenworthingtoniii - ___

@alexs-ummers - dating soft warren hc

@scarletwidowvibes - mating season

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pavitr prabhakar

@fazblaster - hc

@strawbeelemonade - romantic hc

@thatonesimpforlegiteveryman - s/o being in a different world

@spiderthesenutz - introducing you to the spider community

- ___ (superhero!reader)

- relationship hc

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miles morales

@bomber-grl - dating miles morales hc

@prismuffin - You knew it was going to snow today, right?(male!reader)

@strawbeelemonade - being miles’ best friend but also your a bit insane

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peter parker

@cosmal - doughnuts

@bruisedboys - clumsy

@ichorai - spiderling (stark!reader)

@alisonwritesimagines - naps in the quinjet (stark!reader)

@nightwingsbunda - puppy love (stark!reader)

@belxveds - seduction through science

@waitimcomingtoo - stolen moments

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eddie 'venom' brock

@trianglesimp - ___♡(spiderman!reader)

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peter(pietro) maximoff

@maximoffs-girl - peter maximoff with a ballerina s/o

- Peter having a crush with an accent

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tony stark (daughter!reader)

@spideyyboii - being tony stark's daughter

@justyouraverage-simp - yucky

@naddybln -Imagine being Tony Starks daughter hc

@allthings-sandy - stark

@specialagentlokitty - sorry

@moonlit-imagines - tony finding out you have electrokinesis

@fool-who-dreams - shrink

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druig

@siempre-bucky - tug

@padf00ts-l0ver - ___ (stark! reader)

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kate bishop

@starshipsofstarlord - dating kate bishop would include

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moon knight

@ivonhart - the moon chapter 1

@marc-spectorr - moon boys reacting to reader wearing black widow's outfit

@juneknight - dozing

@plethora-of-imagines - going to a beach with the moon boys

@foreverinadais - painted nails

@book-place - chaotic normalcy

- meet fatherhood (child!reader)

@jake-g-lockley - the light of my knight masterlist

- meet cute

@girlwithwolftatoo - moon boys + a turned into a child reader

- moon boys with a violinist reader

- How would the moon boys react to a superpowered/mutant reader

@autmism - friendly neighborhood gift-shopist (teen!reader)

@howaboutcastiel - moon boys reacting to their cis girlfriend

@moonxknightx - is that my sweater?

- you are like art

@loki-hargreeves - falling

@scarab-ofmoonknight - i got you,babe

@crestfallen-dameron - sweater paws

@dilfs-bitch - innocent ♡

@shadystarlightgentlemen - The Moon Boy’s React to You Calling Them “My Life” in Their First/Second Language

[bellaxgiornata]

10 Characters • 10 Fandoms • 10 Tags

Thank you so much for the tag @fettuccin-e!! This one was a lot of fun to do and a welcome distraction before an appointment I am nervous to go to soon. I attempted to not make these all Charlie Cox characters (you already know I love Henry and Owen even though I had to include my main loves) and I included a couple of my gaming loves!

This is long (and quickly became a thirst post 😅) so gifs and answers below the cut!

Matt Murdock - Daredevil (Y'all saw this coming. He's my comfort character and the fictional man I'm forever in love with who happens to control my brain.)

Frank Castle - Punisher (I have tumblr to thank for having me fall for Frank. But LOOK AT HIM. I just want to see that man smile.)

Joel Miller - The Last of Us (yes, hello, surprise. I love him, too. Haven't played the games though but I'm tempted.)

Michael Kinsella - Kin (I'd marry him in a heartbeat. I don't care if he's killed people; let me just take care of you and drag you away from your family, Mikey)

Geralt of Rivia - Witcher games, books, & Netflix series (fell in love with him in the games and books and then even more seeing Henry Cavill's amazing portrayl of him despite my qualms with the Netflix show)

Daryl Dixon - The Walking Dead (been in love with him for years now and I can't stop wanting him 😫)

Sam Coe - Starfield (my current love: the DILF space cowboy who I love and will marry every iteration of in every universe in every playthrough. I cannot resist his voice and his jokes.)

Sam Winchester - Supernatural (my first hyperfixation and who I got into writing fanfic for years ago. Love you Dean but I will always love Sam more sorry not sorry.)

Jax Teller - Sons of Anarchy (badass biker with a good heart and that face and body and tattoos. Need I say more?)

Eivor - Assassin's Creed Valhalla (my favorite of the games personally and I just love him and had to include him, okay?)

No pressure tags: @loveroftoomanyfandoms @theradioactivespidergwen @mattmurdocksscars @souliebird @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @yarrystyleeza @1988-fiend @mattmurdocksstarlight @sunflowersandsapphires @pastafossa @shouldbestudying41 @shiorimakibawrites @theetherealbloom @mattkinsella @hollandorks & anyone else who wants to join because these are fun to see (so I tagged a ton of y'all)