BAMBI FOR THE WIN!!! (Love ALL OF YOU)

BAMBI FOR THE WIN!!! (Love ALL OF YOU)

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ESPRESSO.แŸreader

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โ‚ Fast-scrolling, and emotionally masochistic โ‚‚ Has trauma AND a superiority complex โ‚ƒ Obsessed with mind games โ‚„ Would genuinely punch the character back if she would get hit โ‚… Sharp-tongued โ‚† Gets off on power imbalance scenes and calls it โ€œcharacter developmentโ€ โ‚‡ Favorite color is black. Or rust. Nothing pastel. โ‚ˆ Rage buried under control โ‚‰ Keeps her brightness on the lowest setting. Reads the worst parts twice. โ‚โ‚€ Guilt is a second skin for her. โ‚โ‚ Sheโ€™s been through shit sheโ€™ll never type out, but my fics? They speak in her language. โ‚โ‚‚ Addicted to the ache. Canโ€™t stop chasing the darker scenes โ‚โ‚ƒ Eyes that havenโ€™t slept properly in weeks โ‚โ‚„ If she doesnโ€™t feel something brutal, she doesnโ€™t feel at all โ‚โ‚… One hand gripping the laptop, the other ready to throw it

RED WINE.แŸreader

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โ‚ Elegant but unhinged โ‚‚ Reads slowly and feels everything deeplyโ€”quotes passages religiously. โ‚ƒ Trauma romanticizer with a soft spot for broken men who lie well โ‚„ Loves candlelit danger, men with blood on their hands, and slow psychological decay โ‚… She notices everything. โ‚† Leaves long, emotional tags in reblogs โ‚‡ Closet sadist. Emotional devastation is foreplay. โ‚ˆ Never acts while angry or sad, admirable strenght and great posture. โ‚‰ Has old voicemails saved sheโ€™ll never play again. โ‚โ‚€ Reads in silence, like itโ€™s a funeral. โ‚โ‚ Violent scenes do not shock her. Gentle ones do. โ‚โ‚‚ Knows how to make excuses for people who hurt her. โ‚โ‚ƒ A little bitter, a little romantic, a little exhausted โ‚โ‚„ Doesnโ€™t cry often, but when she does itโ€™s ugly and quiet and late โ‚โ‚… Comes to dark fiction to find something she canโ€™t say out loud: โ€œItโ€™s not okay, and Iโ€™m not over it.โ€

RIBBON.แŸreader

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Craves pretty words and brutal truths in the same breath Was told she was too emotionalโ€”so now she bleeds in private Her playlists sound like drowning in a flower field Stares at one sentence for ten minutes like it owes her something Sees love as a tragic myth but still hopes for it Too gentle for this world, too self-aware to leave it Romanticizes her pain because itโ€™s the only way it makes sense Sews herself back together with lyrics, dialogue, and soft terror Doesnโ€™t want to be rescuedโ€”just understood Finds beauty in characters falling apart gracefully Sheโ€™s never yelled, but her silence is deafening She wants to be hurt gently. To be ruined with care. NO ONE would guess she reads fics this dark. Reads not to escape, but to understand the ache in her ribs.

BAMBI.แŸreader

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She tells people sheโ€™s okay. She even tells herself. But she seeks out fiction that makes her heart race for all the wrong reasons. She wants to be seen, but never found. She grew up too fast and too quietly. Sleeps with a light on, but only reads in the dark. Baby face, brutal tastes Soft voice, sensitive soul but dirty imagination Carries everyone elseโ€™s weight. Fiction is where she drops it. Trauma survivor in disguise. Nobody knows what sheโ€™s seen. Reads victim-coded fics because she just understands. Wants the monster to love her just a little. She thinks if she can handle it on screen, she can handle it in real life Afraid of him, but keeps reading Flinches when voices get too loud Sleeps with the door locked Kind because no one was to her Doesn't trust happy endings

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Fucks instead of crying Doesn't read warnings. Loves lollipops. Will literally not be ashamed of what she wants and supports, in fact, she would scream them from a microphone and a stage Heart of the party Requests five fics, and constantly refreshes the page to see if they got posted Gets needy and wet by just imagining the character Built like a femme fatale Looks mean, but is actually sweet. Kind of a bimbo.

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I LOATHE how The Tudors (2007-2010) portrayed women. All women. The objectifiation and hypersexuality was disgusting, they were shown as overly emotional beings (not living souls) and every single one of them left room for vilanization while almost all men --evil or not--had their redemption arc and manipulated the audience emotionally to love all of them (even the rapists, the hypocrites; the greedy; the abusers).

I LOATHE How The Tudors (2007-2010) Portrayed Women. All Women. The Objectifiation And Hypersexuality

Anyways, the actresses were beautiful, breath-takingly gorgeous actually. I love the six wives โŽโ‹†เน›โœต and I believe that Henry VIII has a special place in hell.


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3 months ago

kinks for dark!rafe ?

ohhh, I like this one. Considering Rafe is one of the most complex characters to write, and to write well (and my absolute favorite too), I believe they would be:

โ† innocence kink

โ† fear kink (heavily on this one, of course)

โ† dacryphilia or tears kink (again, this one is important)

โ† choke kink (choking basically lmao)

โ† restraints kink

I feel that he would also be into chasing, breath play, manhandling and, of fucking course, slapping/backhanding or straight up physical abuse.

send me whatever questions via inbox, and I'll be more than happy to give writing tips as well.

โžฆ DISCLAIMER: I do not support these actions, this is just for fictional purposes.


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ใ€ŒTHE APPENDAGEใ€ (ONGOING DARK SERIES) โ€” MASTERLIST

ใ€ŒTHE APPENDAGEใ€ (ONGOING DARK SERIES) โ€” MASTERLIST

ใ€ŒTHE APPENDAGEใ€ (ONGOING DARK SERIES) โ€” MASTERLIST

"IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE IF YOU MAKE HER,

YOU MAKE ME DO TOO MUCH LABOUR!"

โ€” series warnings: This piece contains NONCON (rape); heavy violence; domestic violence; misogyny; implied murder; physical, mental and sexual abuse; forced marriage; gun violence; curse words; mental issues; depression; and other dark and triggering elements. MDNI, this is dark. You are responisble for your own media consumption.

โ€” characters: reader (my original character); Rafe Cameron; Brock Rumlow; Tony Stark; Ward Cameron; James Buchanan Barnes; Natasha Romanoff; Pepper Potts; Wanda Maximoff; Carol Danvers and other possible appearences. The characters belong to Marvel and Outer Banks, not to me. (Marvel & Outer Banks AUs crossovers).

โ€” note: This piece of writing is inspired by Paris Paloma's song 'Labour' and the characters, not the actual plot of the movies/series. This is barely proofread. I do not romanticize or encourage any of the following actions written here, this fic is meant to spread awareness and for other artistic and fictional purposes. Do not repost or translate it. It belongs to ยฉthehydraethereal 2025. Reblogs, asks and comments are always welcomed. Please, enjoy your reading, and support me by liking and reblogging.

โ‡€ PROLOGUE

โ‡€ FIRST CHAPTER

(...more to come, this series does not have a certain number of chapters, I will choose it based on how the fic is welcomed and perceived as. You may request ideas/ what you would like to see in the following parts) .

ยป other important links:

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ใ€‹ TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS OPENED. LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED IN THE FOLLOWING PARTS via inbox or comments.


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4 months ago
...when Life Is So Rough You Gotta Re-read The Few But Fucking Marvellous Fanfiction Pieces Your Favourite

...when life is so rough you gotta re-read the few but fucking marvellous fanfiction pieces your favourite authors have...and their update page looks like this (I'm so fuckin' thristy for y'alls posts๐Ÿ˜ญ)

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What The Hell? Thunderbolts* In Theaters | Dir. Jake Schreier
What The Hell? Thunderbolts* In Theaters | Dir. Jake Schreier

What the hell? Thunderbolts* In Theaters | dir. Jake Schreier

4 months ago

โ„ am DECEASED. You amaze me, really. I am stuck at the same scene in my drafts while you write these so seemingly effortless but they turn out SO GOOD, the plot lines up and the darknesssss ugh. And him>>> thank you for writing this!

nena mala

Nena Mala

Summary: After the fall of the godfathers, Peรฑa takes his personally desired target.

Pairings: Dark! Javier Peรฑa x Dark! Reader

Warnings: consensual turns to noncon, hate fucking, drug trafficker reader, probably very uncannon because I am in the first season but I needed to write this, reader is veeery horny, un protected sex (p in v), oral sex (f receiving), choking, slapping, arresting (?, fingering, creampie, if you dont know Spanish i can translate it for you, degradation, tell me if I missed anything.

You celebrated the fall of the godfathers; finally achieving a monopoly of the cocaine trafficking into USA. Your club boomed with people, some friends, some willing to change sides after events and some clueless of what was being celebrated.

You pulled the hem of your dress down as you slithered through the crowd, a bottle of expensive whiskey in one hand as men dragged their eyes over you; if only they knew how dangerous it would be for them to even try something. Escobar and those guys may be upfront, but you slipped through shadows and actually fucking knew how to launder money.

A gentle tap on your shoulder made you twirl on your heels, almost slipping due to the alcohol in your veins, and you came face to face with one of your guys. He leaned in to your ear, whispering discretely.

"Hay un chancho acรก; del DEA."

Your eyes scanned the venue, squinting to see through the party lights until your gaze fell on him. Thick shoulders bulging from a thin shirt, tan skin and tell tale porn star mustache. Javier Peรฑa, your darkest dream. He stood by the bar, dark eyes scanning around. Oh, how you wished that he would chase you too.

"Gracias." You whispered back, patting his back, before making your way to the bar. Smoothly, your perched yourself beside him, as if pretending to order.

"Gabriel," You called your bar tender, perhaps louder than you should. "Un caipi porfa."

It must had worked, because you felt him settle beside you.

"Isn't that bottle enough?" He teased, thick accent sending shivers down your spine. You realized you still had the bottle clenched in your hand, embarrassment slightly rose your cheeks.

"This goes back to the bar;" You lied through your teeth, placing the bottle in some confused bar tender's hand. "Gotta keep my establishment running."

You looked over your shoulder to him, towering over your back. A glimpse of understandment flashed through his eyes, and you could almost eat him up right there.

"Ah, so you work here?" He questioned, but it felt teasingly. His forearm propped itself next to yours.

"I am the owner." You clarified, grabbing the Caipirinha that was served to you as your voice slurred. The cold glass wet your hand, almost as much as he was wetting your thong. "La mujer de la noche."

You gave him the name of the bar in a singsong voice, shoulder gently nudging against his chest. Almost as if it was a signal, his free hand fell on your lower back.

"Then congratulation on the business," He chuckled, taking the drink from your hand confidently and sipping it. "Celebrating anything tonight?"

He nodded to your extravagant outfit, the little black dress that clung to your body and the golden jewelry. True gold, not anything the other girls around you had. A smile forced itself in your lips drunkenly, but you couldn't actually tell a DEA what you were celebrating, despite how your intoxicated and excited mind wanted to.

"Nothing special; I could dress up like this to do my gardening."

You felt so hot flirting like this; you wanted Javier Peรฑa to notice you for years. You almost got jealous seeing him running around the Godfathers, and seeing his veiny hands up close made you wish he would bend you over and cuff you up.

"Then I'd really like to have you as a neighbor." He joked and you laughed, as if his DEA salary could ever afford a house next to your fucking Villa.

"You surely are better than the ones I have." You retorted. Your only neighbors were now in jail.

"They give you a hard time?" He asked, and you were devouring the amount of attention he was placing on you. You leaned in closer, chest now perked barely grazing under his pecs through the thin clothing between you, and you smelled his perfume; whiskey, cigarettes and eucalyptus.

"I'd probably say I give them a hard time, considering how they look at me." You bit, using the excuse of the loud music to get as close as possible. He looked down at you, and you almost could see his mind hesitating his response.

"Then why don't you take me back to your place and give them something else to look at?"

You almost squealed, but you had to kept your cool. You bit your lip, because you possibly couldn't take him home. It was a one way ticket to a tax evasion fine, and if he searched hard enough, you'd probably end up in the same place as your neighbors.

"Can't leave the club like this," You said, painfully, seeing disappointment in his eyes made you panic; you spoke quickly, fearing he could take it the wrong way. "but my office is free, and right upstairs."

You didn't play along the game, you had faltered, but Javier was so close to you, you couldn't even think properly. He looked surprised at your crassness, but the smile didn't falter from his lips, tucked beneath that dreamy mustache you wanted to feel scratch your skin.

"Lead the way then." He muttered, eyes dangerous. As you turned around, draping his hand over your shoulder, a grin plastered on your face.

You barely reached the stairs when he had spun your around and slammed you to the wall, lips pushing against yours. An arm slithered around your back as a hand gripped your ass, hard. You melted like jelly into his arms as he pressed his hard onto you.

"Come on," You whined, the second his lips left yours and begun sucking your neck. "I wanna sit on that big nose of yours."

You felt your cheeks blush instantly, but words spilled out of your mouth carelessly. He roared in laughter, so you just pulled him into your office.

He ferociously pushed you into your zebra print couch, falling along you. The fabric of his jeans dragged against your open thighs, zipper falling almost like a puzzle piece against your panty clad slit. You moaned at the feeling, soaking through so much you wouldn't be surprised if you had left a spot. A hand hiking up your dress, your tangling in his curls while the other dig your claws into his shoulder.

He pulled away and you almost whined at the loss of his body heat. However, as he slipped off your underwear you couldn't be less bothered. He eyed your cunt, hungrily as he spread your thighs further apart. Leaning over, he placed a kiss over your dripping slit before licking a stripe along. Your eyes rolled all the way back as a breathy, needy moan erupted through your stained lips.

He ate you like a man starved, playfully dragging his curved nose over your clit, as if making you remember your words. His tongue fucked into you, lips wrapped around your soft point, the alternation of events making you buck your hips wildly and his fucking mustache just rubbed perfectly against your mount. He brought you to the edge only to drag himself away from you and observe how you kicked your heels against the couch, clenching his hair tightly, attempting perhaps to get him closer.

"Gonna give you the good thing," He groaned darkly, fingers now working your heels off you, hastily. Once he got them off, he plunged two fingers into your weeping cunt, making your gasp at the sudden intrusion as a small sting formed around the stretch of his fingers. "Can't believe a fucking club owner has this tight of a pussy."

You ignored the sexism and stereotype in his words, eyes clenched shut as you babbled to his fingers scissoring in you. You heard faintly the sound of a zipper, and peered open to see. The well trimmed patch of pubic hair, the red big tip point angrily to the sky, a vein that traveled down his shaft. "Javi, please."

Javi; the nickname you had given him since you saw his handsome face on the TV, it made you giggle like a teenager every time you discussed him with your girl friends.

"I'm going, sweetheart." He hushed, and your heart swelled at the nickname. He took his fingers out with a faint pop from your wetness and you spread your thighs even further apart, if possibly. He smeared your wetness across his dick, giving it a few good-luck pumps. Your mouth salivated at the sight, and your hands slipped to undo the buttons of his shirt, desperate to touch more of him.

He slipped the tip in and your eyes watered, pleasure shooting through your core.

"Just fucking ram it in, Javier." You demanded impatiently. He snickered, hands gripping your hips before he shot you menacing look. Propping himself in his knees, he slammed into you.

You moaned loudly, head rolling over the edge as you stretched around him. No thick fingers could have prepared you for this; he grunted, letting you know he hadn't expected it either. In your brief glory, he leaned over your body, mouth slotting against your ear, nibbling in your lobe and whispering, seductively.

"Never told you my name, honey."

You felt as if a bucket of icy water had been thrown over you as shivers ran your spine and your eyes burst open. You attempted to laugh, mind thinking of an excuse as he dragged his cock achingly slow in and out.

"I-I know," You sputtered, hands perhaps holding so tight into his shoulder as if measuring your strength. "I have every-" he had plunged into you more deeper than he had done before, forcing a stutter. "everyone who comes into-into my club registered."

He hummed, continuing his tortuously slow pace. You felt your thighs clench against his hips, waiting his response. You felt slightly more relieved as he begun thrusting quicker.

"And the name of your club is so intriguing." He spoke through his groans, although his words were so concise they felt rehearsed. "The lady of the night; I heard that name in my job."

Fuck. No. Stop. Red flags bloomed in your temple as you froze.

"Care to hear the story?" He asked, but his tone wasn't like the questions he had asked down in the bar. He stopped his ministrations, perchance attempting to concentrate himself. "She's a drug trafficker that currently has two million pounds entering the United States from, guess where, Colombia."

Yeah. He had you. Panic took control as your body begun shivering, violently. You managed to push him off your ear, seeing his face. Your juices glistened against his mustache as his teeth formed an almost casual smirk; lit by the dim warm light of your office, his face was contorted into the most pleasured expression. You panicked, hands pushing against shoulders which barely budged. He tutted, lips still stretched as he easily overpowered your wrists in his clasp.

He called your name, in full, not even the name you had on the club paper and the people around you knew you by; your actual fucking name. "You lied to me, bebita."

His cock was still kissing your uterus, you were sure you were so tense you had clenched around him like a vice.

"You lied to me," He repeated. "you actually are fucking celebrating your competition's downfall."

Yep. Correct, Perhaps if you agreed he'd let you go.

"Get off me," You snapped, teeth bared. "I'll scream."

He cackled almost childishly, before letting his free hand cradle your cheek. The sudden tenderness felt off.

"You can scream all you want, got the fucking police outside." He muttered. "all I needed was a quick arrest; but you presented yourself so easily," He begun rocking his hips once again. "So I thought, why don't I take my commission for the head ache you have caused me?"

His hand left your cheek and fell to cover your mouth, seizing your your shaking jaw in the process. You closed your eyes, thoughts rushing to your now sober head. The air was filled with the squelching noise of his dick ramming in and out and his heavy pleasure groans. He suddenly sighted, as if savoring the moment, and his hands blindly turned your body around, pressing his barely dressed chest to you damp back. Your chest spilled from the armrest, and you took the opportunity as he held your hip with one hand and aligned his cock.

"HELP-"

His forearm slapped against your neck, bicep bulging against your cheek as he choked words out of your mouth.

"Careful there," He rasped, sheathing himself in. You whimpered at the new angle. "Don't make me do anything you wouldn't like, at least not so fast."

He began curling his hips into you, allowing you some breathe. Not that you could breathe well, his pace had become brutal, as if punishing you from every fucking gram you sold. The couch creaked as he placed all his hip strength in his thrusts. He panted like a dog, allowing thick moans to fill your ears.

"Nena mala, muy mala," He howled, pulling the straps of your dress down to grip your tits. Rough, calloused hands fidgeting with your nipples. "Just need some good cock to put you on your place, huh? un buen pito para esta putita?"

Hand on your tit, bicep choking you and dick all the way down to your abdomen, and you felt yourself clenching around him. As if he knew- he probably did, given by the short breaths he took- his hand fell down to between your legs. He found your clit easily, as if he had learned were it was, and rubbed it with the same pressure he was imprinting his cock into you. Too hard for your taste, but he was barely giving your the luxury of not choking your lights out.

No no no no, you though as you felt it. Sparking down from your chest to your core, forcing your muscles taut, sending more and more dampness around your bodies. With a wail you came around his cock, tears of humiliation spilling down your cheek and onto his tan skin.

It drove him wild, wild enough to stop choking you and hoisting your bodies up into the air, the hand that was pleasuring you rising to slap against your ass cheek as he rutted in wildly.

"Nena mala," He grunted as if that was the only thing running through his brain, punctuating his words with messy thrusts and sharp slaps to the side of your cheek. "gonna fucking teach you to behave."

Three final hits and he was holding down your lower stomach, pressing into you as hot ropes of cum painted your insides. He kept you like that for a while, and you felt crushed as he propped his weight in your shaky knees. His head came to lay on your shoulder and he suddenly was pressing kisses into your neck as a faux action of love. Your breathe hitched, sobs unable to properly escape as you hyperventilated. He produced a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, probably you had felt them when you groped his ass but chose to ignore it. He clanked them around your wrists, and you allowed him to before dropping you face first into the couch, with your dress still ridden up to your back and neckline still pulled down and cum still dripping into your legs and ass still stinging. He placed a cigarette over his lips as he zipped his pants up, shirt still torn apart.

"It's a pity;" He spoke, muffled as he lit the tip of the cigarette dangling from his mouth. "You are really pretty."

You craned your neck to look at him, taking a drag. Smoke circled around him as his body shined with sweat, your lipstick stained along his face and neck.

"But hey, the justice system is rigged; could get you out early if you behave for me."


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Troy (2004) -> Shades Of Blue.
Troy (2004) -> Shades Of Blue.
Troy (2004) -> Shades Of Blue.
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Maybe you can start writing the series about Tony being the father of the reader and rafe being her only friend. Tf

Maybe you can learn to keep this kind of comments to yourself. I am not a pet to jump as high as you want whenever you want, do you understand? I am not a machine either, I have my own life to take care of, I have studies, I have relationships, I have my own fucking issues, so you have absolutely no right to come to MY blog and command me what I write and when. You didn't even bother to learn the title of the series, so I really don't see why you are so pressed.

It's MY blog, I can receive and ask for as many requests as I want, I can write those whenever I feel like and in whatever order I want and none of the readers have the right to say anything. I don't get paid to do this shit, I do it as a coping mechanism. You don't pay my bills, you don't manage my relationships, you don't study in my place, you don't give me the needed inspiration, you don't help with my mental health so I will write it whenever I can and want.


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