🔞 18+ ONLY. | requests are open This is a safe, sweaty, sinful place for delulu girls, gays & theys who want to be pinned against a wall by fictional men with superpowers 😌 💋 Smut? YES. 💋 Shame? Never heard of her. 💋 Internal monologue? Unhinged. 💋 Morals? They took the last quinjet outta here.

She should have closed the door. Instead, she let in her father's best friend-dripping rain from his leather jacket, all muscle and shadow. He was supposed to wait for Sebastian. She was supposed to keep her distance. But whiskey blurred the lines, and her smile was an invitation he should have refused. One look, one touch, and years of loyalty unraveled. What began as a drunken mistake became a secret neither could stop feeding-rough hands, whispered names, stolen nights behind locked doors. He was the man she wasn't allowed to want. She was the line he swore never to cross.

After a brutal battle leaves Steve Rogers gravely wounded, the only person who can save him is Dr. Sophia Watson-a brilliant and determined physician with a past as complex as his own. As Sophia fights to keep the legendary Captain America alive, Steve vows to protect her in return-for life. Bound by fate and forged in the fires of war, their alliance becomes a powerful bond neither expected. But when old enemies resurface and new threats emerge, will their promise to guard each other be enough?

Betrayed. Broke. Alone. After losing every penny to her manipulative ex, Valerie takes the only job she can find-becoming the nanny for the newborn son of Andy Barber, a man whose charm feels as dangerous as it is magnetic. At first, Andy is distant, controlled... but behind the calm smiles and polite words, there's something else-something dark. And the more time Valerie spends in his house, the more she realizes that Andy isn't just watching her for the baby's sake. Some secrets are too heavy to keep. Some desires are too dangerous to resist.

One threat is all it takes to turn Rosalie's world into a battlefield. Her father hires Chris Evans-ex-military, bodyguard to presidents, a man built for danger. His presence is intimidating, his eyes colder than steel... until they're on her. Every step he takes draws him closer, every brush of his hand sets her pulse on fire. The line between protection and temptation blurs, and Rosalie knows she's in trouble. Because the only thing more dangerous than the people hunting her... is the man she's not supposed to want. WARNINGS: SMUT, HARDCORE SEX, DIRTY TALKS, MASTER AND DADDY KINK

"Kneel for me, baby-right fucking now. Open that pretty mouth, 'cause I'm gonna mark you mine." He didn't wait. Lloyd grabbed her chin, forcing her face up, and spat-hard and deliberate-right onto her lips, the wet heat dripping down her chin. His smirk twisted darker as he watched her flinch. "There we go, sweetheart-look at you, all messy for me. Lick it off, or I'll do it for you with something a lot rougher."

Chris Evans reigns over New York's underworld, a billionaire mafia king whose polished charm hides a depraved, drug-fueled god complex. He craves control, and his latest obsession is Ophelia Castellano, an eighteen-year-old virgin drowning in her family's million-dollar debt. To own her, he offers to erase their debt-if she surrenders her body and soul as his wife, to be fucked and bred in his twisted empire. Ophelia fights his seductive chains, torn between defiance and her family's survival, her innocence a spark he wants to snuff out. But Tom Hardy, a rival mafia lord burning for vengeance against Chris, sees Ophelia as the perfect weapon to destroy his enemy. With a score to settle, he plans to steal her, fuck her, and mark her with his own seed, turning Chris's prize into his triumph. Caught in their brutal war, Ophelia is a pawn in a game of raw lust and betrayal, where every touch is a claim and every choice a death sentence. *God Complex* is a filthy, dark romance of obsession, revenge, and primal desire, where power screws everyone in its path.

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