#steve rogers concept

[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s concepts 9/50

Character; Steve Rogers

Kink; Breeding

Dialogue; “You look so pretty like this.”

Requested by; Anon🙊

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your hands gripped the cotton bedsheets in tight fists as steve's thick hand slammed down against your ass from behind, instantly flustering your hot skin as you cried out in pleasure.

your pussy stretched around his thick cock, riding him reverse cowgirl as he thrusted his hips up into your dripping heat, the sound of clapping skin filling the room.

"fuck... thats it, you take this dick so fucking good, my sweet fuckin' whore." steve grunted, his hands moved to grip your hips, slamming you up and down on his cock, your pussy clenching around his length as your clit slapped against his balls with each bounce, his pretty blonde locks began sticking to his forehead as sweat dripped down his cheeks from the rapid pace he was fucking you at.

"your s-so big, daddy, feels s' good." you whimpered as your juices leaked out of you, creating a cream coloured ring around the base of his shaft.

"i know baby, i know. shit, look at that, creamin' all over daddys fat dick, huh? what a messy girl you are, sweetheart." he growled as his release neared, wanting nothing more than to fill you up with his hot n sticky cum.

"gonna' cum inside this cunt til its dripping down your fuckin' thighs, you fuckin' whore..yeah? you want daddys cum? such a good little slut f' me."

"p-please daddy, need it so bad, miss the way your cum fills me up daddy." you babbled as he planted his feet against the bed, beginning to relentlessly pound into your pussy, desperate to get you pregnant with his kids.

he was quick to flip you over, staring down at you as he fucked you sensually in missionary, one hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing tight as he forced you to stare into his eyes.

"you look so pretty like this, baby, all fucked out, god, i'm gonna' cum, your gonna' make me cum, oh fuck, ohhh f-fuckkk." he groaned, his hips stuttering as his warm seed began to fill you making you quiver around his length, ropes of hot cum spurting into your pussy. you whined at the feeling of his warmth stuffing you.

Steve shushed you as he leant down to catch your lips in a sloppy kiss, your tongues battled for dominance until he squeezed your throat tighter, making you gasp for breath, his tongue beginning to explore your mouth. He pulled away slowly, a trail of spit connecting your lips, the sight leaving you breathless.

"i can't wait to make you a mommy, baby, gonna' look so hot, all full and round with my kids." he rasped, his soft cock growing hard inside of you once more, growling as he began thrusting gently.

you whimpered, mentally preparing your sore cunt for round two, or three… or four.

[hansensgirl]

summary. | Your affair with your boyfriend’s dad escalates drastically.

prompts. | Steve Rogers + boyfriend’s dad + “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that.” + cum-play, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!boyfriend’s dad!Steve Rogers x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, smut, cheating, age gap, restraints, cum-play, fingering, male masturbation, orgasm (f), Daddy kink, praise, dirty talk, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics

You can’t even begin to imagine what your boyfriend would say if he caught you.

Steve keeps telling you his son won’t be home anytime soon, but you doubt it. He has a way with words where he can get you to do anything, and that scares you.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” the older grunts, keeping your legs spread open with one of his strong hands. His skin is flushed and covered in sweat—you can’t help but admire him, even though you shouldn’t. 

The affair should’ve ended ages ago, but every time you tried, Steve managed to convince you otherwise. 

“I should’ve tied you up a while ago—I love seeing you like this, all vulnerable…” Steve says, and you wiggle your fingers just a bit. He’s got your hands above your head, wrists tied together with a piece of red silk. You still have feeling in your arms, but the knot is tight enough to prevent you from breaking loose. 

Your boyfriend’s dad strokes his large cock, pre-cum dripping down and onto his pale hand. He stares at your cunt, admiring his work. Your clit is raw and puffy, and your hole is leaking with his cum. It drips down to your ass and then the bed, staining the navy blue sheets. 

“Do you like it, sweetie?” Steve questions, looking up at you. You’re a panting, writhing mess, with your chest rising and falling. Your tits beckon him to play with them, and so he does. 

The hand he used to keep your legs open—even though the special rope that he tied you to the bedposts with already does that—travels to your chest. He pinches at your hard nipples, and you whimper, pouting at the sensation. 

“Uh-huh, I love it, Daddy,” you tell him, your mouth operating before your brain has time to even think about what he’s asked you. But it’s true—you love everything he does to you, even though you always fight him a bit at first. But Steve likes that; it makes him so hard. “I know you do, baby.”

Steve leans forward and takes one of your nubs into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth as he massages the other. He then switches, giving the other breast the same treatment until you’re saying, “Daddy… Please…”

You can feel the older man’s cock against your thigh, and you realize that you’re in need of another orgasm. When he’s around, you’re insatiable. Perhaps it’s the thrill of getting caught—the secrecy. Or maybe it’s just that Steve Rogers knows how to make you feel so good. 

“What does my princess need? Hm?” he questions once he pulls his mouth off your tit, releasing your nipple with a resounding ‘pop!’. “Wanna come again, Daddy… Please?” you ask sweetly, giving Steve your best puppy-dog eyes.

You catch sight of the greys that decorate his hair, especially in his beard. You’ve told him how much you love them before, and afterwards, he ate you out until you were crying.

“Daddy’ll make you come again, baby. Don’t worry,” he tells you, and you thank him nicely. “You’re such a good girl,” Steve coos. 

He stretches his dominant hand down to your messy pussy, and he rubs your folds just to tease you. You whine, and he chuckles. He reaches down to your leaking hole and groans when he feels just how wet you are. 

“Daddy really filled you up, huh, baby?” Steve notes, dipping his fingers into the mixture of his seed and your arousal. He coats his digits in his cum and pushes in, shoving two fingers into your cunt. Your back arches off the bed, and Steve praises you for taking his digits so well. “Daddy’s best girl.”

Steve begins to fuck you with his fingers, sometimes pulling them out entirely to spread his cum all over your pussy. The wet sounds that come from your pussy are so loud, but your moans drown them out. He curls his fingers skillfully, reaching that sweet spot that has your legs shaking just a bit.

“Fuck! ‘M gonna come,” you whimper, and the older man curses. “Gonna come for Daddy? Go on, make an even bigger mess, baby,” Steve urges.

As he says this, you come undone around his fingers. Your walls clench him, and you thrash around a bit from the amount of stimulation. 

“Good girl, so good for me,” Steve hums, and through your fucked-out stupor, you register the tell-tale chime of the sensor on the front door. Your boyfriend. He calls out, asking if anyone’s home.

Panic surges through you, and your stomach drops. Your sensual mood is immediately killed, and you try to wriggle out of the situation Steve has placed you in.

The older man chuckles. “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that,” he says, and he doesn’t do anything to help.

“Steve! Untie me—he’s gonna catch us,” you spit through clenched teeth, scared and angry. “Mm, no,” he bluntly tells you, and you fight him even more. “Please! You can’t let him see us like this,” you reason, tugging at your restraints.

“I think it’s time he learns how much his girlfriend loves Daddy. Don’t you agree?” 

[steggydaily]

CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER (2011) —

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[yourbuckies]

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『𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒』

Steve Rogers + Throat fucking + “Look at the mess you made.”

Steve Rogers + Breeding + “You look so pretty like this.”

『𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍』

Ari Levinson + Sex infront of a mirror + “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Ari Levinson + Man handling + “Are you fucking crying?”

Ari Levinson + Public sex + “Beg for it.”

『𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍』

Lloyd Hansen + Man handling + “Be a good girl and open wide.”

『𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍』

Rafe Cameron + Non-Con + “Look at the mess you made.”

『𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓』

Curtis Everett + Chase kink + “What did you just say.”

『𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒』

Bucky Barnes + Breeding + “You can run but you can’t hide.”

Bucky Barnes + Piss play + “Look at the mess you made.”

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[hansensgirl]

summary. | Your fake husband wants to fulfill his equally as false vows.

prompts. | Steve Rogers + Fake Dating/Marriage + “What did you just say?” + Sex Pollen, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!Steve Rogers x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, dubious consent, implied drugging, sex pollen, mentions of female masturbation, mild dumbification, delusion, dirty talk, pet names, fake marriage, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics. (i think i am going to turn this into a full fic... just a little different, though).

There’s a tingling in your entire body—notably stronger in your core—that just won’t go away. You’ve already called your family and told them you’re not feeling well enough to join them for dinner, and when they started asking about your symptoms, you just hung up.

But you didn’t call Steve—your friend, who has been pretending to be your husband until your relatives leave the city. It’s a huge favour you could never fully repay him for, but ever the kind man he is, Steve says that it’s no big deal.

You rub your thighs together as you try to type out a message to your pretend-husband, but your vision blurs, and you can’t think straight. You’ve felt this way since this morning when Steve came over and brought some coffee, and no matter what you do, you cannot sate yourself.

“Fuck,” you whimper, reaching your hands down to rub at your sopping pussy. Your wetness seeps out of you and soaks your inner thighs and bedsheets. Your room stinks of sweat and the addictive smell of your cunt, but you don’t care. 

You can hear a succession of knocks on your door, but you block them out until you realize it must be Steve. Shit.

Wrapping yourself in a throw blanket, you pull your shorts back on and make your way to the entrance in almost a haze. 

You swing the door open and find Steve in casual clothes, but you pay it no mind. You still haven’t told him about the cancelled dinner yet.

“Hey… You alright?” he asks, noticing how you’re breathing heavily. Your skin has a sheen of sweat, and your lips are swollen from all the biting you’ve done. “Y– Yeah. Dinner’s cancelled since I’m not feeling well,” you tell him.

Steve nods slowly. “I can tell. Do you need anything? I can pick some medicine up,” he offers, and you shake your head as you ogle him. He’s so big… So handsome—fuck, you shouldn’t be thinking of your friend like this. 

“N– No, it’s fine. See you later,” you rush out when the throbbing in your pussy becomes unbearable. You go to shut the door quickly, but Steve stops you, pushing it back open again.

He enters your home forcefully, and you step back at the intrusion, mouth gaping in shock. “See you later?” he scoffs, shutting the door behind him. “I can’t just leave my wifey to suffer,” he says, and you giggle.

“Har, har. Very funny, Steve. Now, please, can you leave? I need to go lay down,” you request. You can feel a bead of slick dripping down your thigh, and you squeeze your legs to both quell the ache in your cunt and to make sure he doesn’t see the mess.

“And try to use your little vibrator? That won’t work, honey,” Steve hums, though the sweetness of his tone sounds forced. “What did you just say?” 

His revelation makes you gasp, but that, too, feels forced. You can’t think straight—your brain is too clouded with arousal to feel fear, even though you know you should be shaking in fright at this point.

Steve grabs your arm and pulls the blanket away, admiring how your hard nipples poke through the thin shirt you’re wearing. “C’mon, sweetheart. In sickness and health, remember? Let your husband help his wife out—let me fuck you stupid,” he growls, and his words make you whimper.

You whisper a plea, and he lifts you up with ease, taking you to your bedroom. Steve throws you onto the bed and pulls your clothes off, admiring your glistening pussy. “See? This cunt just needed my help,” he tells you, and you moan when he begins to touch you, knowing you’re both too far gone to come back from this.

[lilacevans]

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍: 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ paring: dark!steve rogers x female!reader. (non-descriptive) ✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 375. ✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: choking, rough sex, stevie being stevie. ✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: @ellethespaceunicorn ✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: this one is kinda softer than the other's recently, but still steve losing his shit bc that's fun to me. anyway, enjoy my loves and as always, pls lemme know what you think!!!!<3 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.

*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

You quickly found your favourite thing about sex with Steve was the slow climb of making him absolutely lose his shit.

The fun of gradually plucking at the strings of his resolve with every slide of your hands across his skin, every rolling wave of your hips, every soft kiss laid upon his lips; every muted moan, soft gasp, and throat-kept whine. Watching those blue eyes bleed into black as his hands tighten on your hips and his head tips back, shamelessly letting melodic, pitiful moans encapsulate the air around you both. 

You loved how a few fingers pressed tight against made him bare his teeth, sucking in a hiss as your nails stung moon-shaped marks into the creamy flesh; your own darkened eyes meeting his as the rolls of your hips were forced into harsh bounces. Your teasing moans turned into desperation as you were speared repeatedly onto his cock. You craved the diminished restraint, his unbearable need for everything you, and just how violently he was willing to take it. 

You reveled in burning marks left by the carpet as you inevitably ended up manhandled to your knees. His relentless retaliation was a hand snug around your throat that forced struggled breathy pleas out into the room as you were dragged back against the fervent snaps of his hips. Your neck was bent at its brink by Steve’s thick fingers that flexed against the columns of your neck, threatening the strength hidden behind flesh and bone; the strength that could leave you seeing stars for weeks. 

You basked in the stutter of his movements, the strangled nonsensical rambling enveloped in lust-filled moans as he neared his end. The damp forehead that rested heavily on your back as his chest heaved for air. The fingers that bruised kisses into your neck that turned into soft strokes and kept your chin cradled comfortably as your deprived lungs sucked down the oxygen. The wet, delicate lips that left a trail down your spine as you’re flipped over and pulled into the heaven of his arms. The praise that left you a puddle, the kisses that melted the pain away. 

You cherished the man that was everything Heaven and Hell. 

[rainbowsuitcase]

18+ smut

Top!Steve has been on my mind a bunch. Pre-serum Steve who needs to feel in control and like he has the power sometimes, and Bucky who is more than happy to let him have that.

Maybe Steve rides him occasionally, as a treat, squeezing tight around him and setting the pace agonizingly teasing until they both run out of patience. Even rarely, Bucky gets to ride Steve, press him into the mattress and show off the curves of his own body as he bounces on Steve's cock.

Bucky is rarely on top, and practicaly never as the one doing the fucking. It's less that Steve doesn't like it and more that it's not what Steve needs from him, and Bucky always wants his boy happy and satisfied.

Neither of them expects anything to change after the serum. There's no reason to. But the first time they get some privacy and time to do more than quickly jerk each other off...

It starts off perfectly fine. They're kissing, making out to muffle each other's noises, Steve's biting Bucky's lip as he preps him, the mood between them almost celebratory. Everything is fine until Steve slides in and bottoms out.

He loses rhythm quicky. His thrusts turn slow and jerky, hips twitching in a way that really doesn't do anything for Bucky. Steve's shoulders are shaking, his head buried in Bucky's neck almost like he's trying to hide.

Bucky slides his hands over Steve's shoulders, gentle. "Stevie?"

"S-sorry," Steve gasps, possibly shaking even more, hips stilling except for the smallest twitches, like he can't help it. "Sorry, I- it's- sensitive and I'm- you-"

"You're thinking too hard," Bucky says softly, almost hugging Steve's shoulders, feeling him nod into his neck. "Lemme help?" he offers, pressing into Steve's side to make it clear what he means. "Lemme take care of you? You work so hard, sweetheart, you deserve it."

Steve keeps babbling out apologies, but he nods clearly and that's all the permission Bucky needs to turn them over and squeeze around his cock. Steve interrupts himself with a gasp and Bucky grins, already moving his hips as he leans down to keep kissing him.

"Shh, it's alright," he whispers. "Lemme take care of you, lemme give you what you need." He slides his hand over Steve's chest and watches him throw his head back, moaning through clenched teeth.

"Bucky!"

"Yeah, that's it, baby, that's it."

Steve's hand keep moving, sliding over Bucky's thighs and sides, clenching on his hips like he doesn't know what to do with them. Experimentally, Bucky grabs them and presses them into the mattress above Steve's head.

Steve whines and arches off the bed, and Bucky grins.

He always wants his boy happy and satisfied, and if what Steve needs now is to not be in charge, Bucky is more than happy to give him that.

[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Concepts 2/50

Character; Steve rogers

Kink; Throat fucking

Dialogue; “Look at the mess you made.”

Requested by; Anon

As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, all dark content will be labled as such. Please read at your own risk.

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Steve’s thick hand gripped your throat securing you against the wall as he forcefully pushed you down onto your knees “Are you going to be a good girl?” You shakily nod your head, you had never been the target of his anger before, the aggressive look in his blues making you regret riling him up earlier that evening.

“Words, angel” he growled, his grip tightening against your throat. “Yes daddy” you mew gently, in complete contrast to his aggressive manor.

You watched as he removed his belt and pants, stripping down into his boxers. His muscles prominently glowing in the faint lighting from your shared bedroom. Using his dominant hand he pulled his cock out of his boxers, his shaft standing thick and proud, desperate to be inside your tight throat.

Precum leaked from his tip, dripping onto your lips as he gripped his cock, jerking himself off in front of your face. Your tongue darted out, tasting his salty goodness. You moaned as the salty tinge swirled around your taste buds.

“Open wide, dirty girl” his tone was rough as you stretched your mouth as wide as you could, flattening your tongue against the bottom of your mouth, drool leaking down your chin.

Your head was fuzzy as he forced his fat cock down your throat, your lips automatically wrapping around him, throat hollowing. “F-fuck.. take this fucking cock you little whore.” he moaned.

His hand moved to the back of your head, gathering your hair in a tight fist as he pushed your head further down his length, your nose now pressed against his pelvis while he bottomed out in your throat.

Your cheeks flushed pink as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, his hips began to frantically snap back and forth as he fucked his cock into your throat. You squirmed as your pussy dripped, your juices leaking onto the floor beneath you.

“S-shit.. look at the mess you made, my bratty girl” he teased as you moaned around his length. “You want daddy to touch your leaky cunt? Shame.” he laughed “You should’ve thought about that earlier but you were too busy being a whore and teasing daddy.” he spat.

“Gonna cum in your throat so deep you’ll be tasting me for weeks.”

He groaned as his grip on your hair tightened, his cock deep in your throat, holding you still around his shaft as his hips spasmed. Thick ropes of cum began to fill your throat, his spend leaking out of your lips and down your chin as you desperately tried to swallow everything he gave you.

“You’re my slut.. only mine.”

[hansensgirl]

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NAVIGATION. ❆ @hansensfics. ❆ NEON PALM.

Andy Barber + Yandere + “Think an old man like me can keep up?” + conditioning/grooming.

Andy Barber + Roommate/Tenant + “Isn’t it beautiful? Bullet proof, too.” + dumbification.

Andy Barber + Bookstore + “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” + kidnapping.

Natasha Romanoff + Neighbours + “I’ll always love you, even if you don’t feel that way. But you will.” + sex pollen.

Johnny Storm + Sugar Daddy + “The night’s still young.” + obsession.

Jake Jensen + Step-brother + “C’mere. I can’t see you from all the way over there.” + thigh riding.

Steve Rogers + Stepfather + “Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be playing this game?” + face-sitting.

Natasha Romanoff + Mob boss + “I think I like you better when you’re gagged and crying on my dick.” + humiliation.

Steve Rogers + Boyfriend’s dad + “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that.” + cum-play.

Lloyd Hansen + Yandere + “I’ll always love you, even if you don’t feel that way. But you will.” + sir kink.

Ari Levinson + Dad’s best friend + “I dreamt of you last night. Every night.” + daddy kink.

Andy Barber + Professor + “You want something from me? You gotta ask nicely.” + abuse of power.

Andy Barber + Dad’s best friend + “I just want to take care of you.” + daddy kink.

Steve Rogers + no AU + “Don’t be a brat.” + manhandling.

Lloyd Hansen + Sugar Daddy + “Merry fucking Christmas, princess.” + captivity.

Steve Rogers + Mob boss + “I just want to take care of you.” + stockholm syndrome.

Curtis Everett + Boxer + “C’mere. I can’t see you from all the way over there.” + dom/sub.

Lloyd Hansen + No AU + “Merry fucking Christmas, princess.” + daddy kink.

Lloyd Hansen + Sugar Daddy + “That’s no way to speak to your future husband.” + daddy kink.

Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy + Amnesia + “Don’t you love it when I touch you like this?” + stockholm syndrome.

Pete Brenner + Camgirl + “I can’t help it, I love you too much.” + dumbification.

Lloyd Hansen + Mob boss + “I love hearing you beg. You’re much sweeter that way.” + pet play.

Lloyd Hansen + Mob/mafia + “You have no idea what you do to a man like me.” + overstimulation.

Andy Barber + Boyfriend’s dad + “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” + cheating.

Ransom Drysdale + Step-brother + “Don’t you love it when I touch you like this?” + innocence.

Steve Rogers + Yandere + “You know what I hate more than broken promises? Liars.” + kidnapping.***

Pete Brenner + Camboy + “You ask too many questions. Just relax.” + drugging.

Lloyd Hansen + Maid + “Where do you think you’re going?” + abuse of power.

Johnny Storm + College/University + “I thought you hated me.” + stalking.

Ari Levinson + Stepfather + “Don’t be a brat.” + vaginal sex.

Steve Rogers + Fake Marriage + “What did you just say?” + sex pollen.***

Jake Jensen + Neighbour + “I had to—you gave me no other option.” + obsession.

Lloyd Hansen + Sugar Daddy + “Isn’t this so pretty? It reminded me of you.” + daddy kink.

Lloyd Hansen + Neighbour + “The least you could do is be grateful.” + humiliation.

Ransom Drysdale + Yandere + “Merry fucking Christmas, princess.” + captivity.

Ari Levinson + Soulmate + “Don’t fight me. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.” + overstimulation.

Steve Rogers + Boyfriend’s dad + “You have no idea what you do to a man like me.” + cheating.

Natasha Romanoff + Camgirl + “C’mere. I can’t see you from all the way over there.” + scissoring.

Ransom Drysdale + Step-brother + “You ask too many questions. Just relax.” + drugging.

Ari Levinson + Dad’s best friend + “You ask too many questions. Just relax.” + corruption.

Andy Barber + Dad’s best friend + “Can’t you see I’m trying?” + cum-marking.

Ari Levinson + Mob boss + “You want something from me? You gotta ask nicely.” + innocence.***

Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy + Neighbour + “The least you could do is be grateful.” + drugging.

Steve Rogers + Mob boss + “You ask too many questions. Just relax.” + corruption.

Ari Levinson + Camboy + “Isn’t this so pretty? It reminded me of you.” + innocence.

Lloyd Hansen + Boyfriend’s dad + “I think I like you better when you’re gagged and crying on my dick.” + creampie.

Natasha Romanoff + Yandere + “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that.” + mommy kink.

Natasha Romanoff + Boyfriend’s mom + “You’re shaking so much, honey… Just wait until I get my tongue on you.” + obsession.

Lloyd Hansen + no AU + “Where do you think you’re going?” + pet play.

Natasha Romanoff + CEO + “Go on. Let’s see how far you’ll make it.” + mommy kink.

Natasha Romanoff + Sugar Mommy + “You want something from me? You gotta ask nicely.” + begging.

Lloyd Hansen + Mob boss + “You have no idea what you do to a man like me.” + choking.

Ransom Drysdale + Sugar Daddy + “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that.” + abuse of power.

Ari Levinson + Amnesia + “Take you home? This is home. You aren’t going anywhere.” + obsession.

Natasha Romanoff + Dad’s best friend + “You have no idea what you do to a woman like me.” + creampie.

Curtis Everett + Mob + “Don’t be a brat.” + squirting.

Andy Barber + Mob/Mafia + “Take you home? This is home. You aren’t going anywhere.” + stockholm syndrome.

Ransom Drysdale + Soulmate + “That’s no way to talk to your future husband.” + captivity.

Andy Barber + Professor + “Take you home? This is home. You aren’t going anywhere.” + finger-sucking.

Lloyd Hansen + Boss + “Aw, are you gonna cry?” + overstimulation.

[lilacevans]

༊*·˚ main materlist | pete's place's opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* ೃ⁀➷ pairings & future pairings: pete brenner x female!reader. lloyd hansen x female!reader. ari levinson x female!reader. curtis everett x female!reader. steve rogers x female!reader. jake jensen x female!reader. (and others that will be revealed at a later date.)

word count: 1026 | series rating: explicit. ༊*·˚

warnings: implied abusive relationship, homelessness, alcohol, general sadness.

this is a dark au. minors are not welcome here.

✧.* ೃ⁀➷ notes: the intro is here!! it's here!! i proof read as much as i could, however some mistakes may remain. i was gonna share a little more, but i think this is perfect for setting up the first chapter! i'm so excited to share this with you! please let me know what you think! reblogs save lives! mwah! enjoy!!

A year after you packed brown boxes scrawled with black ink, clothes stuffed into various bags, and the hope of true love, into the back of your car, to move across the country to live with your ex-boyfriend, you find yourself one night in a heart pounding screaming match.

Thrown dishes, broken glass, picture frames on the floor. The remnants of a lost love etched by the sounds of your cries into the tattered walls of the home you shared.

With pleading cries, tear stained cheeks, and heart in your throat, you’re grabbed and shoved out the door in nothing but a pair of sweats, and shirt with a coat being darted at you whilst you laid on the ground. One too many hours were spent afterwards pounding your fists against the front door, begging  to at least have your purse so you can get a hotel room. 

Just as you were about to leave, looking down at your battered, red hands, your purse was dropped out of a window; the contents spilled onto the grass below. With a sigh, either sadness or relief; you weren't sure which, you bent to pick up your scattered belongings, cursing the man during. 

Luckily, you had everything you needed; cash, ID, and your shitty, overused phone. 

You called around for a cab, numb fingers shaking as you pressed the blurry numbers, but with it being Friday night, you were looking at a long wait so instead, you decided to cut your losses and walk to find the nearest hotel. 

The downside of moving, and being essentially trapped within the same four walls for months on end, is that you quickly found yourself lost– and being lost on Skid Row was the last place you wanted to be.

You willed your tears to not fall after you walked by tent after tent, stranger after stranger, clutching your purse tight, old key’s spread between your fingers, and finally found yourself outside the Hotel Cecil. You laughed to yourself in disbelief of having to head inside and get a room; but nonetheless, you did just that. 

Lying on a dingy bedspread, surrounded by more nicotine-stained walls, you muffled your cries behind your hands and slowly fell into a sombre slumber and wondered just how the fuck you had gotten yourself here. 

Over the next few days, you walked around, getting to know your surroundings and applying for jobs left and right. You were forced to ration your food while you looked around for cheaper hotel rooms. You were trying your hardest to avoid the sprawls of clubs begging for dancers but after finding yourself downtrodden after applying for yet another job and getting immediately dismissed, and not having any luck finding a cheaper room, you walked back to your grubby hotel and bump— quite literally— into two drunk guys. 

‘’Ooh, one of Pete’s girls,’’ The guy slurred while his eyes glazed filthily over your body making you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself. 

‘’I don’t know who that is and I’m certainly not one of anyone's girls,’’ You defend, slowly backing away as the guy then sighs and points behind you. 

‘’Well, you’d sure fit in with the rest of ‘em.’’ 

With that, the men carried on with their drunken journey while you left bewildered. 

You shook your head and turned to carry on home when you were suddenly blinded by a huge, purple neon sign:

Pete’s Place.

Underneath a small notice hung from the sign read: Dancers Apply Within. 

You looked around and whined quietly while you watched patron after patron enter the club. Two heavily built doormen eyed you. You shook out your bundling nerves, hung your head and followed the thump of the bass into the belly of the seedy club. Red and purple hues guided you into the belly of the club where you found red booths filled with drunk bodies that circled small stages. Girls with perfect form swirled around the pole, capturing the attention of everyone inside. 

‘’And who might you be?’’

You turned to find a man staring intensely, glass warm in hand, sharp suit and sea-blue eyes. Your mouth hung, mind blank for a moment before sputtering out,

‘’Oh, I–  I’m looking for the owner– I was hoping to… Audition…’’ You trailed off as the man began to circle you, fingers pried away your coat slightly, gaze wandering over your body. Calloused fingers tilted your chin upwards while he inspected your face before a slight smile appeared on his lips.

‘’Yeah, you’ll do,’’ He concluded and began to walk away. ‘’Follow me.’’

‘’I take it you’re the owner,’’ you inquired as you followed the man to the other side of the club and down a dimly lit hallway, smiling back at, what you assumed was, one of his girls. ‘’You’re Pete?’’ 

‘’That’s me,’’ he confirmed as you’re led into an office. ‘’Gonna need to see ID, need you to sign a couple contracts, and for you to take your clothes off,’’ he quick fired as he sat himself in his chair and threw a small stack of paper across the table. 

‘’Excuse me? Contracts?’’

‘’All my girls sign to stay loyal to the club, I don’t need anyone running off and taking my profits with him– helps limit competition, and I need to see what I’m working with here, you’re not exactly gonna be wearing a winter coat out there. Usually you’d come during the day, work the pole but, I got three of my regular girls out tonight, so it’s your lucky day.’’

‘’Oh,’’ You answer simply, pausing before a moment.  ‘’Right, yeah, lucky me– Of course,’’ you stumble out as you reach into your pocket and slide your ID on to his desk before peeling your jacket off and taking in a heavy breath before lifting your shirt over your head and sliding down your skirt with shaking hands.

‘’Over here,’’ Pete summoned, fingers tapped at his desk before turning his chair to the side to make use of empty space, relaxing into the chair with parted legs. 

‘’Show me what you can do.’’

[lefthandarm-man]

Steve Rogers // Captain America Captain America: Civil War (2016)

the way he looks at bucky (part 1, part 2, part 3)

(bucky vers.)

[ravenlocksentwisted]

Steve has changed, Bucky thinks.

When the Winter Soldier was unthawed (over and over again), there were always expectations. By the time they put the man who had been Bucky Barnes into cryo for the first time, he did his best to meet them. Deviations were punished. The instructions weren't always clear, but they were convincing.

Now, that man is clapping his long lost friend on the back. He sends a backhanded complement at Sam, who gamely shows teeth and returns fire. It's a dance, falling into the expectations of the things they should be, and Natasha sends Bucky a look as the rogue Avengers depart on another jetsetting adventure.

Steve's demeanor is grim now. He's always quick with a retort, and he's contrary as ever, but something niggles at the back of Bucky's mind. Shuri showed him the high school PSAs, laughing at the hypocritical bullshit American schools were willing to feed their teenagers. Bucky agreed it was ridiculous, but mostly because he knew Steve.

Bucky Barnes had always been willing to play the role society assigned him. The Winter Soldier had been more of the same. But Bucky would never have thought his best friend would ever twist himself into something that other people wanted him to be.

Bucky wonders what the expectations were when Steve Rogers was unthawed.

[joezy27]

HAWKEYE - Clint Barton & The Avengers from the Marvel Comics Universe (MCU)

Deadpool & Wolverine (2024) Concept art by Andy Park

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Me: Why do i love making myself sad by thinking about the clones and order 66 and the jedi so much?

Also me: Captain America: The Winter Soldier is my favourite movie of all time.

[hansensgirl]

summary. | Your husband tells you about his rough day at work.

prompts. | Steve Rogers + Mob/Mafia + “I just want to take care of you.” + Stockholm Syndrome, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!mob boss!Steve Rogers x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, wound dressing, housewife kink, mentions of violence, lying, deceit, mobs/mafias, age gap/difference, mentions of torture (not to the reader), scarring/marking (not self-harm), possessiveness, obsession, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics

He’s beaten and bloody, but you still love him… Right?

You sit on the dining room chair in your dress with an apron on, smiling as hard as you can because Steve asked you to. He hates seeing you upset, and you hate seeing him mad. 

“Sweetheart…” Steve starts, watching your face intently. You clean his wounds with much care and love, just as he taught you. He sighs, knowing you’re too caught up in the task at hand. “Don’t be sad… You know it’s part of the job.”

“I just hate seeing you like this,” you tell him, voice shaky with tears. Your husband coming home all injured doesn’t happen often. The notoriously-feared Steve Rogers usually ends the day unscathed unless he’s been ambushed, which is what happened today.

But he still ended the fight victorious. He always does.

“I get that, but you know I do all this for you, right?” Steve asks, and you look up at him. Your eyes are glassy. You nod your head obediently. Steve works so hard just for you—he tells you this daily, especially when he’s exhausted, and just wants you to listen to him. “I– I know…”

You finish wiping the blood off his hands, and you spy a few bruises already starting to form. They litter his knuckles, but his wedding band remains intact.

“Right. And you know I don’t get hurt often,” Steve continues, picking up his glass of whiskey. He downs the rest and hisses from the burn. “You should see the other guy,” he tells you, and you continue nodding.

You’re not sure what to say. You don’t enjoy Steve’s line of work—you never have. You’ve made him aware of this time and time again, but you don’t have a say in what he does. You never do.

“Sam an’ I got him good. I did most of it—left him to rot in that room for Buck to have his fun. Remember those knives I got him as a gift?” Steve asks. You hum, moving forward to tend to the gash on his jaw. He has as many scars as he does tattoos. Your name is inscribed in ink on his chest, but his initials were written with a blade on your ass. 

The mention of knives almost has you sighing dreamily. You lost your ‘knife privileges’ a few months ago when you tried to hurt Steve. The idea seems so silly now. Why would you ever do that to the love of your life?

“Wanna know what that asshole did?” your husband whispers, and you meet his gaze. “O– Okay,” you hesitantly agree. You hate all the nitty-gritty details, but you can’t tell him ‘no.’ That’s the number one rule. 

“He said he knew you. Just a kid about your age, really. Think his name was Pete,” Steve starts, and you freeze for a split second. 

Peter—your old friend who vowed he’d get rid of the mob that wreaked havoc on your city when he was older. Steve’s mob. He hated that his aunt May would always have to give them most of her paycheck and how your parents lost their business when Steve decided to open his own store. 

“Said he knew you, but I doubt it. You would never be friends with some spunky asshole,” he laughs, and you’re snapped out of the childhood memories that have always brought you so much comfort and sadness. You’re tempted to defend Peter, but you bite your tongue. You’ve been so good—why would you want to get yourself in trouble?

“He told me to ‘let you go,’ or else he’d ‘make me pay,’” Steve laughs, pouring himself more of his drink. “I told him he was crazy. He kept sayin’ how I was hurting you and that I kidnapped you.” And he’s right—but you can’t say that. 

Tears sting your eyes as you bandage your husband up, the one you’ve never wanted a thing to do with. But he’s been so kind to you—he keeps you safe and doesn’t let you worry about anything except for him. 

“Yeah, right. I shut him up real quick, but he put up a good fight,” Steve says, sipping on his expensive whiskey. He places his glass on the dining room table and lifts your chin so you watch him in his blue eyes. “You know I just want to take care of you, right, sweetheart? Always have.”

You give him your sweetest smile and nod, blinking away your threatening waterworks. He’s right. Steve Rogers always is.

“Of course, honey.”