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mea culpa (matt murdock) - series masterlist

SUMMARY: "mea culpa" (exclamation - noun/legal term)

used as an acknowledgement of one's fault or error.

↪ in which matt murdock accidentally falls in love with the district attorney's daughter.

(also a little frank castle x reader)

warnings: age gap, smut, angst, hidden relationship, love triangle, and an important reminder that the things that seem healthy in fan fiction are not necessarily health in real life lmao, reader is afab + uses she/her pronouns - MINORS DNI; anyone interacting or following w.o their age in their bio will be blocked

PART ONE: spoilt little rich girl

PART TWO: a woman of substance

PART THREE: daddy issues

PART FOUR: a walk in the park

PART FIVE: jealous, jealousy

PART SIX: bleed myself dry

PART SEVEN: got a secret, can you keep it?

PART EIGHT: an exposè

PART NINE: illicit affairs

PART TEN: straight for the castle

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anti-herosprettybby

3 years ago

Bucky is Love❤️ Bucky is Life❤️

༻ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | 6’6” Steve, feral behaviour/feral!steve, nomad!steve, fluff, scientist!reader, gentle giant!steve, soft!steve, size difference, SMUT - minors DNI, size kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, sort of animal-like behaviour, mentions of dead parents, specific warnings in each part.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗧𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗪/𝗖 | 23.9K + 7.1K in blurbs

𝗔/𝗡 | well hello everyone! This is based on my short drabble about Tarzan!Steve, but changed a bit for storyline purposes. In this verse, Sam has always been Captain America and best friends with Bucky. Also, since I felt weird with consent from Steve’s side, there won’t be smut until part 2 where he’ll fully understand what sex is. BUT, there will be an alternative dark!Steve version that’s sort of just pure filth because why not. No gifs/photos belong to me, found bottom ones on Pinterest [1 | 2] all credits go to the original creators. [*=smut] ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

Feel free to send blurb requests or asks about this series! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

For blurbs and the alternative dark version since this story is completed: 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 — ˖◛⁺⑅♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: (3/3)

(1/3)

(2/3)*

(3/3)*

Alternative DARK version*

What A World Drabble Masterpost: 1 - 2

Role Reversal: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞 [feral!reader]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

bubbles

a lil about steve

marking*

typical jungle boy behaviour*

little hand

baby fever?

his mind, body, and soul*

9 kink drabbles* (see more drabbles in the gallery👇)

steve and his adventures with food: 1 — 2 — 3 — 4

steve wants a pet: 1 — 2

letters from steve

winter wonderland

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘: tags

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: #what a world drabble

Discussions/Drabbles: thots — fluff — dark — dark!reader — angst

All asks — Theories — Art — Ideas — Videos/TikToks — ??

Specific tag drabbles: sex toys* — periods — sex tape*

Tarzan!Steve aka WaW!Steve — Dad!Tarzan!Steve

Spicy Videos

Setting: Jungle

need

roommate! bucky barnes x reader

summary || Bucky gets horny while watching a movie.

warnings || handjob, crack fic — MINORS DNI

divider by @firefly-graphics

I don’t even know what this is lmaooo.

You stifled a yawn as you stretched your legs further into Bucky’s lap, it was a tradition now since your feet always got cold. Your eyes were drooping low, but you shook your head to stay awake. The TV was throwing colours over the overwise dark room and you were getting sleepy looking at the bright screen.

“That boring?” Bucky asked, turning away from the stupid horror movie he had chosen. “No. I’m just very tired.” You lied. You were sleepy, while watching a horror movie, and it wasn’t even halfway through. The movie was just downright terrible.

“Don’t lie. I know it’s awful. Kinda was a bad pick.” Bucky said dejectedly. “Uff, glad to know I’m not the only one who thinks this is pathetic.” Bucky was a little touchy when it came to the movies he selected, so you tended not to usually criticise them in front of him.

You were about to switch off the TV when suddenly the main characters started making out, in the middle of a haunted house. You wanted to roll your eyes, but the scenes were oddly arousing. The scenes progressed further until they were literally fucking in the dilapidated room.

You wiggled your feet a little in Bucky’s lap to get more comfortable, but then foot accidentally touched something hard and hot in his pants. You both stilled and left the TV to look straight into each other’s eyes.

A devilish idea crossed in your head and you pressed your foot down a little harder. He hissed through his teeth and yet didn’t stop you, so you decided to continue rubbing your foot over his tented pants. But then you purposely took your leg away to gauge his reaction.

“Don’t tease me doll.” His voice was raspy as he looked at you with lust blown eyes. You crawled further until you were right next to him. In the dim light of the TV playing the now forgotten movie, you could see his blue eyes sparkling.

Bucky was a gorgeous man and you’d be a fool to not want him. Bucky placed his hand on your chin and smashed your lips together in a passionate kiss. You trailed your hand down the hard planes of his body as you kissed him.

“Fuck.” He cursed when you slipped your hand into his pants and curled your hand around his hot length. You pressed tight circles on his slit with your thumb and spread the precum. He closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa once you started moving your hand along his length.

You had accidentally seen Bucky naked once, and you knew he was well endowed. But jerking him off was a whole another experience. Your eyes weren’t leaving Bucky’s face because he looked absolutely magnificent, his eyes closed and his plump lip trapped between his teeth as he relaxed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long… fuck!” He sighed as you twisted your hand around his head. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asked as you started moving your hand faster. “I… I thought you didn’t want… fuck, I’m going to cum!”

“No wait! Not on the couch please!” You cried out. You were about to take your hand away, but Bucky held you there. “Please god, don’t stop!” His hand guided your fist to go faster. “Bucky! You’re going to ruin the couch and the carpet.”

“No. Take…” he closed his eyes and you could feel that he was on the edge as his cock twitched in your hand. “Take the mug.. quick!” Following Bucky blindly, you took the first cup you could reach on the table. Bucky groaned loudly as he came and you collected his cum in the cup.

Bucky’s body sagged into the couch when he came down from the orgasmic high. You giggled like idiots about what just had happened before your eyes went back to the mug. “Oh my god Bucky! You just ruined my favourite coffee cup!” You screamed.

“I wouldn’t say ruined it…. umm, I just added some extra cream.” He said laughing at his own joke. “Ewww. Not funny.” You said making a face. Bucky pulled you back in his arms and held you there. Soon, you too started laughing on the absurdity of the whole situation. “Well, it was still better than the movie.”

Combustion (Bfd!Joel Miller x F!Reader)

a/n: so here's some angst?? uh idk i was just chatting with myself in the mirror as one does and this idea popped into my head so have at it i guess

Word Count: 3K OOPS

Warnings: Lots of angst! Drunk Joel, mean Joel, nice age gap (reader is senior in college, joel is presumably in his 40s), like a singular sentence of masturbation, reader is best friend's with Sarah, jealous Joel (but not of another man), lots of tears!

Joel has always been there.

Ever present, always constant, like air. And the older you get, the more you think he might be a necessity to living in the same way air is. The older he gets, the more you think he might feel the same way.

But if he’s air, then you are fire.

The way you feed into each other can be explosive.

And not always in a good way.

It had started less than a year ago. The summer between your junior and senior year of college. For some reason, last summer…you had grown. You weren’t a kid, or even a teenager anymore, you were 21 and coming into your own womanhood in a way that made Joel look at you a little longer, made his hand brush yours a little more directly.

You pretended like you didn’t notice, like you didn’t purposefully come over to “hang out with Sarah,” just to sprawl out on a pool chair in the smallest bikini you could dig out of your closet. Like you didn’t get up in the middle of the night during sleepovers dressed only in a large shirt and too-small shorts to get a glass of water.

Like you didn’t linger outside his door, listening to his soft pants and moans when he touched himself, whispering your name to the comfortable, dark solace of his bedroom.

Joel knew. You knew. And it all came to a head on a picnic blanket in his backyard under the stars one hot, sticky summer night, providing with one another a kind of passion you didn’t understand yet.

And it continued- it has continued to the present. And now? Now you are preparing for the finals week of your senior year, prepping for graduation and the aftermath of getting that degree. You are crashing at home for a long weekend to build yourself up for that final push. Studying with Sarah and getting to be with Joel made any anxiety dissipate under the soft spring sun.

But that was just for you. For Joel, having you here made things so much worse. He could never think straight when he was around you. It’s not that he blamed you exactly, but it was an unfortunate side effect of your presence. And…he felt inferior to you.

He didn’t go to college. He went to trade school, and although he is certified and very smart in ways you aren’t. There will always be a part of him that envies your bright-eyed tenacity, and your ability to pursue what you want to go after. He knows he has grit and gumption; after all, he made a life for himself and helped Tommy out numerous times. He was the one with the initiative to go to trade school and start working as a contractor, he was the one that got married and had a child. He was also the one whose wife left him, leaving him a single father. But still, he was capable of providing for Sarah.

But sometimes that jealousy seeps through. Hits him where it shouldn’t. Usually through the bottle. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It was another late study session at the Millers’. You were gathering up your materials, putting your pens away and stacking your journals atop your computer. You gathered them to your chest and said goodnight to Sarah, closing her bedroom door on the way out. You figured you should say goodbye to Joel, too.

You found him in the backyard, where he usually likes to hang out if there isn’t some sports game on. He’s nursing a bottle of whiskey, straight, not a lite beer he would usually drink. It makes your brow furrow in light worry, but you know better than to speak up about it. After all, you are half his age, and nobody would want to get lectured by a college student who thinks they know more.

“Hey baby,” you say softly, grazing a hand on his shoulder as you smile softly at him.

He turns around abruptly, startled by the materialization of the very person who has taken up a permanent residence in what is starting to feel like his very core. He doesn’t really directly address you, just kinda grunts and nods in your general vicinity, only worsening that worried feeling that is gathering in the pit of your stomach, a sore replacement for the usual fluttering feeling he gives you.

“Uh…is everything okay? Rough day at work?” You ask timidly, tilting your head.

“No.” Finally, he speaks up. There is a gruffness in your voice that you have never heard, certainly never directed towards you. “And if there was, I wouldn’t tell you about it.”

Your head rears back as if you had been slapped. It was a weird dig, making you all the more confused. “Okay, first of all, rude. That’s not how you talk to people, least of all me. And it’s fine if you don’t want to tell me something, but you don’t need to address me so callously like I did something to you.” An uncomfortable passage of silence. “Did I? Do something to you? If I did, can you tell me, so I can fix it? You know I would never mean to hurt you-”

“Jesus, this isn’t about you!” Joel exclaims, standing up. Not everything is! But you’ve got it drilled down in your head that the whole fucking neighborhood, the whole fucking world revolves around you. It doesn’t,” Joel spits rudely, looking at you with spite. His words are slurred, an obvious indicator that he is, in fact, drunk.

But drunk words are sober thoughts, aren’t they?

“Alright, that’s it. You’re drunk,” you say dismissively, biting back the stinging tears and swallowing down hard on the lump in your throat as you wrench the bottle out of his hand, setting it on the back counter jetting from the wall of the house.

Joel starts to protest, but just steps closer, making you step back instinctively, your neck craning to look up at him. He speaks up again, only twisting the knife in your heart. “When are you gonna stop fucking acting like a know it all? You aren’t my therapist. You aren’t my wife. You have no right to come out here and be all sweet on me and try to right my wrongs. It isn’t your place. Find it.”

And in that moment, Joel sobers instantly. Because of the look on your face. Because of a realization on his part that was long overdue. One that should have come with the changes last summer, but instead lingered in the shadows of something unspoken until this moment.

You are clutching your journals and laptop, looking at him with the scowl of a scorned child, but that look morphs into one of a disappointed adult. Of a hurt lover. Of a broken friend. There is an air of broken promises and false hope that shimmers around the little bubble the two of you had blown, and that he had popped.

In that moment, you grow up in his eyes.

But you’re fighting in your head. Do you walk away, let him sober up, and try again in a few days? Or do you fucking let it rip?

No. If Joel isn’t going to be the adult, you have to be. You hug your belongings to your chest once again and turn on your heel, hopping off the deck and heading to the gate, your hand reaching out wordlessly.

“Wait. I-fuck, I’m sorry. I love you, you know that,” Joel calls out haphazardly.

In that shitty excuse for an apology, you break, with no regard for whoever heels. “Say you love me,” you say in a small voice, not turning around yet.

“What? I love you…?” He says in confusion.

“No. Say you love me and mean it, Joel Miller. Say you love me like you haven’t been fucking your daughter’s best friend for less than a year. Say you love me like you actually want to be with me. Say you love me like you didn’t just tell me to find my place. Say you love me like you actually love me!” You shout, your voice raising more and more with each statement, turning around and gesturing towards him. Joel pales at your outburst. You sink back into your own skin. “No…fuck you. I hope that you learn to be comfortable with the man you are so that you can love someone else the way they deserve to be. Cause it isn’t fucking going to be me.”

\--/

He’s at your graduation. It’s uncomfortable, the stiff side hug and the smile on your face that doesn’t quite reach the eyes in all the photos. You two barely exchange words, but you try your hardest to not let it bother you.

Your diploma is your achievement, and nothing that happened between you two could dampen your moment. You wouldn’t let him steal that away from you.

Now that you are done with college, you are back with your family for a little bit longer as you try to get your feet under you. With nothing else to distract you, yeah, it is even worse. Joel is right across the street, and of course you still want to be with Sarah. But to be in his house, to be in his presence, to constantly smell him and have him in your senses so often is quite maddening.

He’s tried to talk to you before, tried to grab you by the arm and pull you aside for the chat, but you just wrench away, shoot him a look of pure betrayal and disgust, and he’ll let you go for a little while longer.

He doesn’t know if he can keep doing this, though. You don’t either

If he’s air and you are fire, you need him to keep yourself ignited. You were a spark before, but he helped you become a roaring tangle of dazzling brilliance.

He had dulled your light when those words were spoken.

In your solitude, without him to attest to anything, you wondered if any of it even happened at all. Was it some prolonged fantasy of your love-muddled brain? A crush for your best friend’s dad gone too far in some sick maladaptive twist?

You know that’s obviously not the case, but any option seems better than how it had ended. The only reason you knew you weren’t crazy was the necklace that you refused to take off. Joel had got it for you, before the two of you were even an item, but late enough where you were an adult, and that connection was beginning to take shape. It was small; 14K gold arranged in a teardrop strand around a small diamond. A gift for you when you first went to college. He had given it to you with a note: “Find your fire and do whatever it is that wakes you up, whatever it is that makes you feel alive. Do what inspires you, what moves you, what makes your heart race. Do the things that ignite passion into your bones. Chase your dreams, follow your heart, capture the moments that take your breath away. Do not settle for mediocrity, you have a fire in your soul and a burning in your heart. Do not let fear, convenience or comfort put out those flames. Hold on to what lights you up — what sets your soul on fire. Let go of what harms you and blind them with your light. You are capable and deserving of magic, of love, of the extraordinary — you just have to believe it. Discover what sets a spark in you, follow its flames and light a fire so big that nothing can extinguish it — there is enough fire inside you to burn brighter than the sun. -Always in Your Corner, Joel Miller”

Sitting on your bed, you clutch that note to your chest, quietly sobbing as you feel the necklace on your collarbones, heavy as a boulder. In that vulnerable moment, you don’t know how you got here.

On his front porch, in gym shorts and a tank top, your hair held up in a claw clip, and your cheeks streaked with tears. He’s standing in the doorway in complete shock, messy hair, shorts, and a gray t-shirt over him as he stares at you. He’s saying your name, asking if you are okay, but you are just trying to gather your thoughts.

“You-you said to not settle for mediocrity. That I should hold onto what sets my soul on fire. That was fucking you, Joel! You were the one that lit me up! It was always you! And I can’t fucking sleep, or-or eat knowing that I can’t walk past you without feeling like I’m getting the wind knocked out of me! All because of what, you-you got drunk and pissed at me? Why? Why did you do that? Why could you not handle me in that one moment?” You finally burst out, the tears coming back in full throttle as you thrust the note into his hands, up against his chest. You want to hit and kick like a child throwing a tantrum, but refrain, instead just crying into the back of your hand.

Joel wants to reach out. WIth his words, with his hands. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn’t know how far he can gets before he breaks a precarious boundary with you. His warm chocolate eyes scan over the note, remembering how he wrote it with such fondness for you in mind. It hasn’t weaned in the slightest.

“You don’t deserve me. I’m twice your age, I’m a contractor with chronic back pain. I would just hold you back from reaching your full potential, because you are capable of so much more than I could ever give you,” Joel tries to reason with furrowed brows.

“No, no! I did not come over here for you to stand there and tell me why we don’t work! I don’t care! I’m here because I want to be here, and I always have been. I’m not dumb, Joel! You know that. Don’t think I haven’t overthought all of this, considered every way our relationship could go. I’m prepared. I’m ready. I don’t need to listen to you try to give excuses for your emotional insubordination!” You exclaim, pointing a finger down to the ground, a more distinguished way of stomping your foot.

Joel is struck dumb by your outburst. Mostly because…you’re right. He has nothing more to say, no more poor excuses to offer you. He has to own up for his actions, something he has not done in…a while.

“Okay…you’re right. But please…can we sit down? I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he says, gesturing to the porch swing. You sit on the farthest sides you can, too scared to touch each other yet. You are trying to calm your ragged breathing, to get your emotions under control. “I know there are people out there smarter than me. Of course there are! I’m just some man in Texas; I know the world is wide. But I didn’t expect to find a genius so close…across the street…in my bed. With me. I…want to be the man that can help you become what you most want to be. I don’t want to be the one that gridlocks you into some kind of lifestyle just so you can fit into how I live. You are made for so much more than this town, more than me. You’re made of stronger stuff, smarter stuff. And yeah, it makes me a little embarrassed when you go on those wonderful rants about something I’ll just never understand, but I sure as hell would like to listen to you talk about it,” Joel explains, looking down at his hands, wishing he could take yours.

You tilt your head, wiping your final tears away. “You’ve got some idea of what a genius is. Joel…I understand what I’m doing with you. I like being with you. If I felt trapped or held back or restricted, then I would do something about it. You sell yourself so painfully short. You are more than you know. What you just described, listening to me talk about stuff you don’t understand, I feel that way all the time around you! You can talk about cars and materials and power tools and what have you for ages and I will sit there and listen to all of it because you understand all of it in such a masterful way I never could!” You inch closer, feeling more comfortable. “It’s okay to not be the best at everything. We excel in different areas, but that doesn’t make us incompatible. You have to stop self-sabotaging when both of us are perfectly comfortable,” she finishes off quietly, slipping a hand in his.

“God, baby, it killed me to stay away from you at graduation. To watch your big moment, all of that hard work paying off as you strutted across that stage and got your degree, I was a mess. I was bawling down there with your family, and they were so goddamn confused! I just wanted to hug you, and kiss you, and tell you that I am so proud of my sweet, smart girl. Because I am. No…no drunk, jealous bout of rage could ever really take away from that. And I’m sorry that it did. I’m sorry that I said all of that shit and hurt you in just about every way I shouldn’t. I can’t take back what I said. But I can fix what I say and do going forward,” Joel says with a nod, looking up at you dutifully, pursing his lips.

You nod, grateful for the apology as you slide closer, your fingers interlacing as you lean your head on his shoulder. The night is quiet and warm, like it was when you first got together. There’s crickets, and the coo of a dove far off. There’s still just a glimmer of light in the sky despite it being late. Good ol’ Texas sunsets; they last for hours.

Kind of like you and Joel. Bright, dazzling, something truly special to behold, and that could last forever.

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