A Whore To My Core
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To find the light, we must first touch the darkness
Please also check out @bluepinkangel’s amazing hot moodboard for this universe 🖤dark!mafia Steve Rogers x female reader
summary: When you unexpectedly are appointed to run a health center, you foresee many struggles along the way, but not one in the form of a merciless mob boss. Steve Rogers’ core aim is to own and he won’t take no for an answer. To any of his demands.
warnings: dark!Steve Rogers; manipulation; death threats; power imbalance; forced relationship; brief mention of choking kink;
I did warn you this Steve is dark 😜
word count: 5.3k
Chapter 3. In the eye of the storm
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You didn’t fight Rogers when he dragged you toward his car. For one, you were no match for him physically, though maybe you could treat his calf with your heel as you did your previous attackers.
Secondly, you didn’t want to be strangled right away, or - if you chose the positive thinking route - have a chloroform rag pressed over your mouth.
Your brain suffered enough for one day, losing extra brain cells due to unprofessionally used sedatives wasn’t something you’d like to experience.
You almost sighed in relief as you sank into the buttery soft leathers of the backseat. Closing your eyes, you inwardly checked off answers to basic questions - what was your name, what was the date, who was the current president, deducting seven from one hundred.
You were at seventy two when strong fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head up and to the side.
“Eyes on me.” Rogers commanded.
You opened your eyes instantly - not because he ordered, but to glare at him. At least that’s what you told yourself.
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To find the light, we must first touch the darkness
Please also check out @bluepinkangel’s amazing hot moodboard for this universe 🖤dark!mafia Steve Rogers x female reader
summary: When you’re unexpectedly appointed to run a health center, you foresee many struggles along the way, but not one in the form of a merciless mob boss. Steve Rogers’ core aim is to own and he won’t take no for an answer. To any of his demands.
warnings: dark!Steve Rogers (really, he’s not a softie here, he dark); manipulation; blackmail; threats; power imbalance; specific warnings will be added for each chapter separately
warnings for this chapter: none
Be patient, please, this first part is only an introduction and setting the scene.
Chapter 1. Storm on the horizon
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A stream of dark cars, which slowly pulled up to the curb, distorted the innocent image of pristine sidewalk with raised flower bed pots soaked in early summer sunlight, immediately drawing Felix’s attention from the plants he’s been watering in his office.
The center had a large parking lot on the other side of the property, where clients could leave their cars without interrupting the usual street flow at the front side. No one ever pulled up to the very front; beside that one evening a few years ago when the official opening ceremony turned into a gala with VIPs coming in their fancy limousines.
Felix narrowed his eyes, watching through the window as three big, black cars stopped right in front of the steps leading to the building. Expensive models. They looked reinforced, too, meaning they were probably more expensive than a line of limousines.
Two men stepped out of the first car, both of them doing a subtle sweep around before approaching the middle car. They stood on both sides of the backdoor, watchful of anything changing in their surroundings.
A man slipped out of the front passenger’s side - big and bulky, with dark hair pulled into a bun, and dark sunglasses covering his eyes. He was wearing all black, from the heavy military boots to leather jacket and leather gloves.
He walked around the car to the backseat guarded by two other men and pulled the door open.
When yet another man stepped out, slowly stretching to his full height, Felix’s heart dropped to his stomach.
That man he recognized.
That man should not be anywhere near here.
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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON
2023 | Behind the Scenes of Esquire September 2023 Issue Photoshoot(via cockslutpadalecki)
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The DUFF 3
Warnings: groping, insecurity, and the usual. Proceed with caution.
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You don’t know what to do. How do these things work? Do you just take your clothes and go? Do you wait until he wakes up?
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Curtis with a plus sized reader will never not vibe in my head
He would be absolutely feral for it. Groping and biting are a MUST with this man and a plus sized reader. I can’t even see him with another reader. Plus size is just the way to go with that beast
The DUFF
Warnings: groping, insecurity, and the usual. Proceed with caution.
You’re not unfamiliar with the scene. The awkwardness as you sit beside a stranger and watch your friends have more fun. You’re the one cast aside, the DUFF, designated fat friend, and the poor soul at the table with you is the one taking the hit for his buddies.
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Henry Cavill as Clark Kent/Kal-El/Superman in Man of Steel (2013) 👅 😜
Mlem
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toracotaa57-deactivated20230813:
18+ mdni, fem! r, manhandling, full nelson, size k1nk
-> mkay but big beefy men >>>
bulky muscular beefy men who love to show how flexible you really are, even if you didn’t even know you could flex your limbs until you met him. a smile spreads on his face once he sees how good he’s able to stretch you.
“f-fuckkk… s’deep,” you‘d gasp, he’s behind you while you’re on his lap, holding your legs up for him as he’s bullying his d*ck in and out of your puffy walls that’s squeezing and squelching from each hard thrust. his hands are over your thighs, behind your neck as you’re holding onto his shoulders. “my god.. deep..”
“my pretty baby’s so flexible,” he’d grunt, each hit against your wet p*ssy drags out sweet cries and whimpers from you, biting down on the soft skin of your lip, having a race with your own shaky breath. “you feel me deep in your cute lil tummy?”
“yesssss,” you hissed out, nodding ferociously. it felt so good, he’s inches deep, his length was so thick your gummy walls kept calming down more and more, the noises ringing in your ears. “ah.. right there… that spot please…”
he lets off a low chuckle behind your ear, arms still locked behind your thighs- holding onto the back of your neck as you’re laid on his lap. the position, you’ve never tried it before and he was so excited to try it with you.
now you knew why.
“right… here… yeah?” he coos against your earlobe, pausing between thrusts. your head cutely goes back against him, you were practically a bobble doll. you nod again, whining your only response and he chuckles. “heh… gotta stretch my baby right. let’s try another position… hah… after this.. maybe i can fuck you while standing up. won’t that sound fun, doll?”
toji fushiguro, miguel o’hara, tengen uzui, bokuto, onyankopon, jotaro kujo, sukuna ryōmen, draken, osamu, taiju, arataki itto, simon “ghost” riley + (or your fav)
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Southern Charm (Rafe Cameron x Reader x Chase Andrews)
Warnings: NON-CON, stalking, underage drinking, crossover
➥ you don’t have to be familiar with Where The Crawdads Sing to follow along with any characters in this fic. Just know that he’s a 1960s version of Rafe with a domestic violence + attempted rape charge
➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies | divider by @firefly-graphics
summary: Privileged assholes always want what they can’t have. Or, alternatively, you turn down the wrong guys one too many times.
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A Game
Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?
Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader
Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!
As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.
“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.
You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke.
“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.
Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command.
“What can I do for you, sir?”
“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.
“Of course, sir.”
“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.
“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”
“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”
“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.
“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”
You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.
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Learn your place pt. I || Steve Rogers
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WC: 845
D: 07.21.2021
S: You’ve been kept home and became his kind housewife since Steve brought (kidnapped) you. You were safe until you flinched at his touch and he got mad.
P: dark!soft!Steve Rogers x female reader
W: 18+, smut, dark!soft!, v sex, noncon, blindfolded, breeding!kink, slight size!kink, pet name (baby, sweetheart)
A/N: This is my first entry for @basementwiveswritingchallenge (found here) !! Please read the warning before you proceed!! The prompts I used: Attempted escape, “I wasn’t mad before, sweetheart, but now you’ve gone and done it.”, “I’m sorry [term of endearment], but you need to learn.”
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