🔞 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.

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."

didnt call you when i got your number, but i liked you a lot