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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."

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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?"

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Your Daddy Don’t Know Masterlist

Not really a full series, more a little drabbling here and there ft. dilf!Frank Castle.

Part 1 

Part 2

Part 3 

Part 4 

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

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Dark!Dad’sBestFriend!Frank Castle x Reader

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no thoughts. just him

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WEAR.A.GODDAMN.MASK 

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Happy Birthday, Tony Stark! May 29, 1970.

#tony stark #marvel #iron man #tony stark birthday

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A Pirates Life *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Summary: A pirate!bucky x shy maid reader in which the readers friend is the adventurous princess that wants more outta life so she convinces reader to sneak away and they get caught up with pirates and bucky takes a liking to the reader and dubcon too please

Rating: EXPLICIT [18+]

Warnings: DUB-CON //M ORAL // INNOCENT READER// VIRGIN READER// PENATRIVE SEX (allusions to non-con to a background character)

A/N: Prompt for @sherrybaby14 writing challenge. Hopefully, this is good. First time writing Dub-Con, so please go easy on me. I know it need work!

Princess is named Amelia, if that’s your name then simply swap Amelia to another name. I’d appreciate if people could reblog, maybe comment? Thank you x

The ship was magnificent and huge, deep red wood and big black sails. It put all the other ships in the harbour to shame. It also brought an endless amount of fear and anxiety with it.

This wasn’t just some ship, it was a Pirates ship.

It was Captain James Barnes’ ship. You’ve heard stories of him and his crew, the reckoning they bring on the wealthy and upper classes; but they weren’t bad-bad, at least, not to the less fortunate.

That doesn’t explain why you’re staring up at his ship in the dead of night. You warily glance Amelia, who is wearing a sort of mischievous smile on her face. You hated that she roped you into this, you could hardly say no- being her handmaiden that is, you had to say yes.

She’s not normally in clothes like yours, she’d never be allowed to wear anything less than her royal dresses. She’s the princess; always in fancy gowns and impressive jewels. You’ve known her for years, dressed her, bathed her and snuck out with her.

But this was possibly too far. Even for Amelia.

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Little Minx

*This is a one-shot *

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Pairings: Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader/Bucky Barnes 

Word count: 4031

Warnings: Dubcon, Smut, Sex Pollen, Oral sex M & F, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Threesome, Cussing, Spanking

Summary: ‘Multiple Partners writing prompt for @sherrybaby14‘ “Dark!Steve drugs the reader with sex pollen and has his way with her multiple times. Bucky finds out what Steve is doing and tries to convince him that it is wrong. But, once Steve shows Bucky how good the reader is during drugged sex he can’t help but have his way with her too.”

Thank you to @pagesoflauren for beta reading this

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Jealous Sea

Title: Jealous Sea Summary: I took the prompt “Jealous dark!Tony smut with a reader who’s already in an established relationship.  Get that Suit involved as a side too.” from @sherrybaby14‘s latest prompt challenge. The fic is told from Tony’s POV with a very small POV from the reader. I took inspo from The Avengers and Iron Man 2.

I listened to this song a lot while writing this, which the fic is named after. Words: 2,962 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Dub-con, character death, smut, stalking, unprotected sex 

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It’s 104% okay to come to your DM and just say, “Hi, can we be friends?” And then start asking you random questions.

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Ulysses Klaue being sexually frustrated would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Ulysses 😏Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him more than often sending you dirty texts and voicemails when you’re both apart, reminding you how much he misses you and how horny he is for you, describing in detail as to what he wants to do to you and just letting you hear his moans while at it

-Him following you around the house and just standing close enough to whisper in your ear about all the things he wants to do to you, holding you to him even, only to groan when you’d reject him and just tell him how busy you are

-Him purposely preparing dinner and just trying seduce you to bed with him, only to be baffled when you’d be too tired and would thank him before falling asleep so deeply and just desperately trying to wake you up

-Him trying to bother and distract you, touching and feeling up your ass or thighs as you’d be so close to him, only to plead you to pay attention to him as he notices you not minding his actions

-Him being all cuddly and gentle with you for once as he just snuggles into your neck or arm as you’d sit close to him to watch tv, demanding your attention that way, only to glare at you when you’d just stroke his hair and tell him to not bother you as you’re watching

-Him grinding against you to tease you in the morning, only to cuss it out and complain all day as soon as his or your work calls, hating to feel disrupted as he finally got your attention

-Him getting annoyed and pissed off at his men when they just have to interrupt him while you’re on videocall with him, telling them off and apologizing to you for that and hoping to get you back in the mood

-Him being appalled as you’d just get done showering the moment he planned on getting in with you, baffled at how you’re just smiling and just mumbling about how unfair it is of you to leave him

-Him desperately touching you and pulling you closer to him as you’d both make out, not wanting the opportunity to go to waste, only to whine and groan the moment you’re both interrupted, throwing whatever is closest to him just to get them away

-Him just destroying his phone or throwing it away and begging you to stay with him and let him satisfy you, surprising you with how much he can actually plead you and how he can offer you anything

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Trust Part 2

OK so here is the second part of Trust. I am currently not sure if I am just going to leave it here or carry on. I feel like I have left it in a good place if I don’t continue it so we will see. But anyways hope you enjoy.

Warning - swearing.

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We both knew I couldn’t leave forever. My bag only had my phone, keys and coin purse, which had enough money in for me to hang around my favourite cafe for a few hours. And with no friends in the same country, never mind the same city. I had to go back to the apartment at some point.

As I finish my 5th drink I decide to check my phone. 50 missed calls from Ulysses and 6 texts. I decide just to read the most recent.

Y/N, please just let me know you are OK. I understand you are mad but I promise you I have not cheated. Please just come home so I can explain x

One part of me wants to believe him. But the other, the insecure part of me, knows he can do much better than me and probably just wants to let me down slowly, so he can move on to the new woman. Either way I needed to go back and hear him out.

The walk back to the apartment isn’t too long. But it is long enough to get my head together. Ready to face him.

As I walk up to the door I try and decide whether to knock or let myself in. The dominant part of my brain telling me to let myself in. It is still my home. I open the door to revel Ulysses perched on the back of the sofa, still shirtless, phone in his hands. His face tear stained.

“Baby, you came back-” His face brightens up as he sees me, starting to walk towards me with his arms held out.

“No” I whisper, holding my hands up to stop him touching me. “You said you wanted to explain, so explain” he was quiet a moment. Looking like he was trying to gather his thought. “Look just come out with it” I snap getting impatient. “The only other explanation right now is you have cheated on me so you know…..”

“Why would you even think I have cheated on you?” He asks dumbfounded.

“Oh, I dunno, acting really secretive, coming home in new clothes. That big red mark on your neck. Would you like me to continue?” He starts to chuckle at that.

“Oh, he did warn me about that” He says to himself with another chuckle.

“What? So it is a guy you have cheated on me with?!?”

“No! I have not and will never cheat on you! I fucking love you, I don’t even deserve you so why would I want to play fucking games!?!?” he shouted. Get angrier. Before pausing for a moment and whispering. “I have cancer.”

That took me back. What do you say. What can you do? The love of my life had cancer?

“What? Are you sure? What can they do?” I asked walking towards him. Him now looking completely broken.

“Yes, I am sure. The mark was from a test they did today. They are seeing how far along I am and what they can do. We can’t do anything till they get the results. It is throat cancer, or vocal box cancer to be more specific. It isn’t that common so we can’t really do anything till then.” He explains in a soft voice, as I snake my arms under his, wrapping them around his back to bring him closer to me.

“I am sorry” I try and say without letting the tears escape. “I am sorry. You should of told me, why didn’t you tell me?” I ask pulling away slightly so I can look up at him.

“I didn’t want to worry you. I am the one supposed to be looking after you, not the other way around.” He gives me a sad smile.

“No.” I simply state. “I get it, you like buying me things and basically treating me like a princess and I can’t lie, I do like it. And I adore you, not because of the way you treat me, but because I am in love with you. I love you with all my heart and I want to be there for you. I don’t want you to have to go through anything like this alone. We are together, and your problems are my problems. Never try and hide anything from me. Please. I will be here no matter what.” I promise him. He smiles slightly and starts to look away, so I place a hand either side of his face and slowly caress his face so he is looking me in the eyes. “Ulysses Klaue, I love you. I will always love you and I shall never leave your side. No matter what.”

“That is a hell of a promise to make baby girl” He smirks caressing one side of my face with his good hand. “Even when I am old and gray?”

“You mean you are going to get older and grayer?!?” I smirk at him, trying to make him smile.

“Why do I love you?” He questions, a smile slowly growing on his face. “I try and be serious and you just insult me.”

“Beats me…..” I smile back. Placing a lingering kiss on his lips before moving away, leading him to sit on the sofa. “You sit down and rest. What do you want for tea?”

“I will call a takeaway” He simply states as pulls me onto his lap.

“No, I want to make you something” I use my best authoritative voice, trying to wiggle my way out of his arms. “I want to take care of you, make you happy.”

“You know what would make me real happy right now, baba meisie?” He asks as I stop wiggling and turn to face him. “You, on my lap, covered in blankets, watching a film and eating Chinese. That would make me the happiest man alive.”

“Ok” I smile pulling him in for a deep passionate kiss. “I love you ya know? And I will be there with you next week, when you get your results, and with you whatever comes after.” I feel a small tear escaped my eye as I finish. Neither of us knew what was going to come next and it was scary. I could lose him.

“I know you will baba meisie, I know you will.” He softly whispers, slowly wiping the lone tear that has just escaped away as he does so. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

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Trust part 1

Saw a mannequin yesterday with a gawd awful top on it but a really nice waistcoat that reminded me of Ulysses. Anyways things took a turn while writing this morning and this is what we have. There is going to be at least one more part to this.

Warning: swearing.

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“Baby, What do you think?” Ulysses asked as he walked through the front door of our apartment, into the living room, in a new blue splotched top.

“Are you trying to tell me you have booked to go on a over 60s cruise?” I asked looking up from the book I was reading. He looked really smug, til it sunk in what I had just said. “Oh, and you changed in the car too?!? How many times? Our neighbours don’t want to see you shirtless. If the kids from next door saw you. I will have to apologise to their parents again” I let out a fake exasperated gasp. Which made him chuckle walking over to me, waiting for me to take my legs off the sofa before sitting down and pulling me onto his lap.

“Oh I see, you are teasing me Baby Girl.”

“You left me all day, all on my own, what do you expect?” I wrap my arms around the back of his neck pulling him closer. “I wasn’t joking about the top” I whisper before smashing our lips together.

“But….. The store assistant said it was new on trend.” He tried to defend it. “She said she liked it.”

“Yeah, she probably noticed the big wad of cash in your pocket” I say slightly bitterly shifting off his lap and going back to my book.

“Oh is my Baba Meisie jealous?” He teases, taking my book off me and placing it on the floor page down so I don’t lose my page.

“No.” I lie. He had always had a way with women, flirty and always had the right words. It is just the normal for him but in all truth I hated it, seeing him with other women, flirting with other women. It really made me question if I did truly have his heart. “Now can you take that gawd awful top off? It looks like a blue packet of crayons has thrown up on it” I reach to do it myself swinging one leg over his so I am straddling his lap. Then reaching down to the hem of the shirt to pull it off over his head.

“If you were that desperate baby all you had to do was ask.” He smirked, chuckling slightly. He reached down to a bag at the side of his legs I hadn’t realise he had brought in with him. “I did get this to go with it” he pulled out a grey tweed waistcoat. No way would it go with that top but I could think of half a dozen shirts he had that it would look lush with.

“Now that I like” I smile, taking it out of his hands and laying it on his now bare chest.

“I knew you would” he goes to reach for the top I had just removed from him.

“No. Not with that thing. Shirt, and possibly a tie, you know how much I loved that little get up from Korea.” I smirk lifting myself up to peck his lips while taking the top out of his hand and placing it next to us on the sofa along with a the waistcoat which had now fallen from his chest. “Why did you go shopping without me anyways?” I asked, leaning my head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.

“Um” was the only noise that left his lips. I looked up when he said no more to see him concentrating like he was looking for an answer. “Well……” I put 2 and 2 together and started to stand up moving away from him.

“It wasn’t a store assistant was it? You have been seeing someone else? I thought, I - I thought.” Tears start running down my face. He stands up and tries walking towards me but I push him away.

“Baby, it is not what you think.” He holds his arms out to me, like he was expecting me to run towards him.

“No. No.” I walk away, towards the door collecting my bag and jacket as I go before slipping my shoes on at the door. “You, you told me you loved me.” I turn around to find him right behind me. Inches away from my face. “You told me you would never hurt me! You lied! You fucking fuck twit!”

“I didn’t” he looked pained. “I can’t tell you where I was today or why I didn’t take you with me but I can tell you I have never and will never cheat on you.”

“You expect me to trust you? I know whoever you met with at least made out with you.” I state spotting a big red mark on the other side of his neck. You never left them on him. Not on his neck anyways. I turn away, trying tk open the door, unable to look at him anymore.

“I- baby please” he begged trying to stop me from opening the door.

“I am not your baby!” I yell finally being able to open the door. I left without a second glance.

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summer in south africa º ulysses klaue x reader 

don’t be a bummer, babe

be my undercover lover, babe

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