#dark Steve Rogers or dark Andy barber or dark ransom drysdale

[krirebr]

Updated 4/28/24

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Here is a current list of all of the work I've posted here. I write mostly for Chris Evans characters and all of my work is intended for an 18+ audience. Minors please DNI.

My asks are always open for questions about any of my work! And they're currently open for drabble prompts as writing to prompts is a skill I'd love to develop. 💜💜💜

🖤 Dark 😥 Angst 🥵 Smut

Steve Rogers

What You Can Do For Your Country

Being Captain America is a lot harder than anyone realizes. Steve thinks you might be able to help. 🖤

Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Your vacation comes to an end when a powerful and mysterious man gets his first taste. 🖤🥵

Curtis Everett

I Know I Should Know Better series

Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it? 😥🥵

Ransom Drysdale

Psycho Killer AU

Summary: A drunken dare and chance encounter jump-starts a whole new life. 🖤🥵

More Than This series

Arranged marriages have always been used to solidify business deals among the ultra-wealthy. Your stepfather wants to be in business with Harlan Thrombey, so now it's your turn. 😥

Andy Barber

Trapped AU

Andy keeps telling you how lucky you are that he chose you to be his wife. 🖤

Johnny Storm

Giving Me a Thrill

A few years after your divorce, a friend gives you a nudge to try something new.

Drabbles and Headcanons

Curtis + soft!dark + soothe 🖤

Jealous Ex Ransom

Sequel 🥵

End

Relax - Jake Jensen

Curtis Takes the Snowpiercer 🖤🥵

Arranged Marriage Steve Headcanon

Curtis + Possessive

Krismas Party Drabble Masterlist

Moodboards

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Pretty Petals Masterlist

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Status: In Progress

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24

Part 25

Drabbles

Lee x Dahlia

Steve x Azalea

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pretty Petals 24

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs

Note: Have some fun with this.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all like birds love to appear everytime you are near. Take care. 💖

A steady plucking tickles in your core. Your sleep grows shallower as you feel the void cracking, a sliver of light tinging your sight. Your lashes flick open as the coil winds tighter and tighter. A loud, sloppy lapping fills the morning din, chasing away the last of your drowsiness.

You gasp as you realise what’s happening. What’s being done to you. The prickly graze of hair against your folds and the swirling, persistent flutter on your clit. You lift your head dizzily and find Lloyd between your legs, his hair askew as he keeps a hand on your hip.

He seals his lips around your tender bud and you fall back, moaning at the deep twist of his attention. You’re still raw and overwrought from the night before. His fingers glide along your entrance, teasing you as he prods and slips through the sheen of your delight.

You groan as he dips his fingers inside. Your legs bend and tension knots in your muscles. Your arch you back, leaning into the pleasure. It’s better than the alternative. Resistance will only bring pain.

His mouth parts from your cunt and he breathes damply against you, “you’re a dirty slut, huh? Couldn’t even bother to wake up before you came all over my face,” he tilts his head up and licks his lip emphatically, “isn’t that right, Lily Anne?”

He shoves his fingers in as deep as they’ll go. You whimper as your head lolls and you grasp the pillows tight.

“Say it,” he growls.

“Yes, I’m a dirty slut.”

“Don’t I fucking know it,” he rams his finger in and out, thrusting his hand so it slams against you painfully. He watches himself fuck you, “look at you taking me? Clinging like you want more…”

He rips his hand away and scratches your thigh. He pushes himself up and sucks clean his gooey fingers. You shudder as you watch him helplessly, splayed before him. He moves up to kneel between your legs and grabs your ass, hauling you closer.

He angles his tip down, one hand groping your ass as he lines up with your cunt. He thrusts into you in a single motion. You gurgle as your head sinks down into the pillow. He hooks his arms under your legs and pulls them up, his eyes fixated on the crux of your bodies.

He slides back, lingering with just his tip inside before slamming back in. He falls into a wild rut. Your hips ache from the force of it, your flesh raw and throbbing as he hammers at you without relent. You grit your teeth and whine, squeezing shut your eyes as you try to withstand the onslaught.

“That’s it, Lily Anne,” he bends your legs higher as he snakes a hand up to frame your throat, “no one fucks you like me, do they?”

💐

You drift between waking horror and unconscious oblivion. When at last you’re alone, you stay as you are, wary of his imminent return. You don’t know how long it’s been since he left or even if he truly has.

You let yourself ease into your reality. It never truly leaves you. Not anymore. This is your new normal. You’re just a plaything. Regardless of who uses you, you are a toy, not a person.

You summon the strength to get out of the bed. It’s stained with the stench of your sweat and his. You sit on the edge before you get your legs steady enough to stand. You reach down and put your hand to your cunt, taking ginger steps across the room. You lean on the bathroom door and peek within. Empty.

You relieve yourself, letting out some of the dull pressure inside. You get up and nearly trip. You hurt all over. The last… however long ,has been a painful blur. It’s all just a mess since the poker game. You lean on the counter and stare at your haunted reflection.

You push away and turn to crank on the faucet. As the steam rises, it beckons you in. You feel him all over you; sweat, cum, spit. You are used up.

You step in and let the hot water sear over you. It’s not entirely cleansing. It can’t be. You stand in it for what could be hours, until it’s tepid, then finally emerge. Pruned and brittle, you make your way back into the bedroom and look in the closet. You pull out a plain dress and slip it over your head.

You go to the window and peek out onto the deck. There’s no one there. The pull is placid and the sky is streaked with clouds. There’s nothing to do but wait for more torment.

The door is unlocked. You don’t open it. You’re not stupid. You sit in the chair and ignore the tangle of blankets in the bed. Time drags by as you resist the urge to guess what comes next. Will it be Lloyd who walks through that door? Ransom? Maybe someone new.

The uneasy peace is broken at last. You hear shrieking. You stand as your heart flutters and you rush to the door. Your hand rests on the handle. You’re only asking for trouble.

You turn your head and press your ear to the wood. You listen to the uproar that turns to pathetic begging.

“Please. What are you doing? Let me go? I don’t understand–” You don’t recognise the voice. Or maybe they’re so scared, they don’t sound like themselves.

“Shut up,” Bucky’s snarl shakes you, even with a barrier between you.

“Darling,” Hela’s smoky tone permeates the furor, “don’t panic. I know you can be a good girl. We spoke of this. You cannot let your fears get the best of you.”

“Where am I–”

“Did you have to get a mouthy one?”

“Relax, Barnes,” Hela chides, “perhaps she wouldn’t babble if you didn’t loom like some untamed beast.”

“She has a point,” Loki adds.

A sigh then further struggle. Whimpers, whines, the scrape of furniture. You hold your breath, paralysed. There are more voices, footsteps, a flurry of activity that scambles your senses.

You back away as you hear shuffling just outside your door. You stare dumbfounded as Lloyd opens the door, letting it hit the frame with the force of his intrusion. He smirks and claps his hands together.

“Ah, Lily, there you are,” he greets mockingly, “look at you, ready to go. You really are a perfect little petal.”

You gulp and try to see over his shoulder as the sounds of struggle get louder. Other men, other doors, voices all at once, chaos slowly breaking. It reminds you of that first night, when the men first appeared and set your world alight.

“Come on, baby,” he beckons you with a wave of his hand, “be good for daddy and he won’t needa give you a spanking.”

You shudder and wring your hands. You step forward, shoulders low as you brace for an assault. You flinch as he reaches for you, merely taking your hand and guiding you through the door. As you come out, he turns and stands parallel to you, adding you to the line of petals stood along one side of the room.

He steps around and goes to stand beside the men. They are stood throughout the space, around the new piece of furniture and the face you don’t recognise. The woman squirms as she sits naked in the rigid backed chair, bound at her neck, wrists, middle and legs to keep her from doing more than that.

You peer along the row of girls. Azalea is the only one not on her feet. She sits with her head hung, staring at her lap as her arms rest limply against her legs. Dahlia sneers at the scene before her, Rose and Daisy hold hands as they blink away tears, Violet shivers as she stands close to Azalea’s seat, and Marigold sways slightly.

You must not look much better. As you turn and meet the terrified gaze of the girl in the chair, she blanches. It’s not hard to guess why she’s there. She will become one of you. She has a necklace like you and something you lost long ago. She thinks there’s a way to get out.

“Girls,” Hela steps forward, “this is your new petal. Zinnia. Isn’t she gorgeous?”

You’re silent. Every one of you. Violet smothers her sobs as Dahlia hisses in her direction. Your own eyes glisten. There’s an unspoken statement in that moment; you are replaceable.

“So, I want you to welcome here,” Hela gazes over each and every one of her.

You don’t move. Don’t speak. None of you know what’s expected of you.

“Well,” Bucky crosses his arms.

Hela arches a brow and struts along. She stops before you. She smirks.

“Lily, you’ve always been such an exemplary girl,” she preens as he grabs your arm, “go on and welcome Zinnia into the fold.”

She stands you before the trembling woman. You blink dumbly. Hela clicks her tongue and snaps her fingers towards Loki. He turns before spinning back and approaching. She takes a shape from him and holds it up to you.

Your eyes fall to the wand. You frown and shake your head. You try to step back but she stops you with a hand on your shoulder. She leans in and lowers her voice.

“Do it or you take the chair next,” she hisses.

You glance over your shoulder. Dahlia scowls and the other girls look at their feet. You don’t have a choice.

You turn back and take the wand. Hela purrs and rubs your shoulder before pulling away and stepping out of your path. She extends her arm towards the petal; Zinnia. 

Horror bubbles in your stomach as you come close. You despise that you will be the one to do this. It had once been you. On the table. You don’t look at her face, you can’t.

You click the wand on as you approach her and you get down on your knees. You press the vibrating head to her thin panties and she squeaks. She jerks in the chair, writhing as she tries to pull away. She only adds to the friction. 

Soon her grunts turn to breath moans. She begs for you to stop. You know you can’t. You sense the men get closer. You’re sick to your stomach, your vision is bleary with your tears.

“That’s it, Lily, got that special touch, don’t ya?” Lloyd taunts.

“Mm, that’s hot,” Andy growls.

“Fuck, Lily pad, think I’m gonna take you back for the night…” Ransom chuckles.

Zinnia bucks and cries out. You hold the toy against her as she cums. You hear her humiliation and fear. You feel her will break as she stills and puffs out shallowly. You stay as you are, waiting for your next order.

“Good job, Lily,” Hela pets your head before she slips the toy free of your grasp. “Violet,” she spins and her heels click loudly behind her, “come. Your turn.”

You’re ushered to your feet by Lloyd. He guides you back to the line of girls. You’re faint and lost. You still feel the buzz in your fingers. You lock your knees as your tears spill hotly down your cheeks, teeth chattering as you chant, “sorry, sorry, sorry…”

“Lily, cut it out–”

You’re outside your body. You can’t feel your fingers or your arms or anything. Your eyes roll back and the sudden flash turns to pitch black. You’re out before your legs give out, plummeting into the void.

💐

When you come to, you’re against the wall. Your legs are straight in front of you as you slouch against the plaster You hear sniffling and murmuring. You sense the shadows of figures before you open your eyes and you’re strung back into this torturous reality.

Dahlia’s beside you. She touches your arm and scoffs. You look at her. She has a bloody lip and her eye is swollen.

“Welcome back,” she whispers and wipes her lip. “Fucker knocked me out…” she leans in, hiding her voice beneath the noise of Zinnia’s constant whining, “I slapped him across the face with a fucking dildo.” She smiles and shows her bloody teeth. “Shoulda seen it.”

You’re quiet. You swallow and she gently nudges your elbow. She turns straight and peers around. Azalea is folded over in her chair, Violet’s beside her, weeping. Rose is by the chair, her activity blocked by Hela and the men. The rest stand and or tremble with dread and shame.

“Shit, Lil, they’re bringing in new ones,” she barely moves her lips. You lean in to hear her. “We can’t… we gotta stop wasting time.”

You shake your head, “what do we do?”

She sighs. She doesn’t have to say she doesn’t know either. She’s quiet as she watches the backs of the men. Her mouth slants.

“Ransom. He’s pissing off Curtis. You notice?”

You furrow your brow and nod. Ransom’s good at that. He has something about him that is very unlikeable.

“And Curtis isn’t too hard to piss off. So… we just wait until that explodes.”

“And do what? The necklaces, the cameras…”

“One thing at a time,” she glowers, “but we gotta admit one thing, Lil.”

“Yeah?”

“We might not be able to save everyone.”

“And if we can’t save ourselves?” You wonder.

“We gotta try,” she crosses her arms, “and if one of these fuckers beats me to death, maybe that’s the way out.” She squares her jaw and looks at you, “Iris is the lucky one, you know?”

You stare into her eyes grimly. You can’t disagree. Whether you try or not, it seems like the surest way out of here is… that.

[shotgunbunny]

⊹ 𔘓 ִ ۫ ּ ⊹⠀ ָ࣪ 𓆩C.EVANS𓆪 ָ࣪ ⊹ ִ ۫ ּ 𔘓 ⊹

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[all my fics will contain dark themes, please keep this in mind when going through my masterlists <3. I am not responsible for what you consume, these are strictly 18+ fics.]

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⊹𔘓𓆩Jake Jensen x reader masterlist𓆪𔘓⊹

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⊹𔘓𓆩Andy Barber x reader masterlist𓆪𔘓⊹

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[nickfowlerrr]

here is the masterlist for the seven writing event.

all submissions will be linked below.

a huge thank you to everyone who has gotten or plans to get involved with this little event. i’m having a great time working on my own posts and even more, am looking forward to continuing reading and going through all of yours. so thank you, thank you, thank you! 🩵

if you’ve posted your work already and don’t see your submission(s) here, please message me.

to the lovely readers: if you enjoy any of the work listed below, please take the time to leave a comment on them and reblog the posts. it really helps with engagement and can be very motivating, and just so meaningful, to the authors and creators. we all appreciate you so much for diving into our little fantasy worlds with us and interacting with what we share in this community. thank you. 🖤

deadline for submitting: november 14, 2023

last updated: november 17, 2023

Fics

Envy

If I Can’t Have Everything, Then Let Me Just Have You - (andy barber x reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Don’t Blame Me - (bucky barnes x reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Greed

for the hope of it all - (lee bodecker x curvy!reader) - @nickfowlerrr

a bird in a cage - (dark!august walker x reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Kindness

Weight of My Love - (wanda maximoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Lust

everything I want… - (bucky barnes x plus size!reader) - @thornsnvultures

All Good Girls Go To Heaven - (mafia!bucky barnes x OC) - @sebstan2020

idle hands are the devil’s playthings - (demon!steve kemp x reader) - @filthycagedsoul

Patience

Please Say, Please - (bucky barnes x reader) - @angelltheninth

Pride

Let All Light Go - (dark!alpha steve rogers x omega!reader and alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

pride - (lee bodecker x wife!reader) - @thornsnvultures

Pride Goeth Before The Fall - (royal!au nick fowler x reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Wrath

Starring Role - (dark!natasha romanoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Welcome Home, Daddy - (winter soldier/bucky x pregnant!reader) - @winterarmyy

When You Fall on Me Like Night - (alpha!bucky x omega!reader and dark alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Moodboards

Envy

bucky barnes moodboard - @nickfowlerrr

Greed

lee bodecker and max burnett - /nickfowlerrr

Pride

lloyd hansen moodboard - /nickfowlerrr

Wrath

andy barber and nick fowler - /nickfowlerrr

[vellicore]

IMPORTANT INFO ~ As always this is intended for an adult audience only. Minors do not interact! 18+ only - no exceptions. You do not have permission to translate, copy, or steal my work. If you see my work any place other than here or ao3 it has been posted without my consent. 

Now to the good stuff...

About the event: New year means a new writing event. It's been awhile since I did my last one so I thought the new year would be the perfect opportunity to have one. Plus, kiddo is now back to school so I have more time to write. Yay! How to request: Please use this form to send it your requests.

Format of the requests: For this writing event you will select one character, an AU, a writing prompt, and one kink. If you do not wish for your request to be an AU there is an option for it to be Canon universe.

Time table: This will take place from now until January 31st. My goal is to have all requests completed by then (unless I get some on the 31st.) Please note that this is a dark writing event. If dark fics are not your thing then please do not participate.

If you have any questions or concerns, don't be afraid to reach out.

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

We’re back with some more smutty, kinky, and dark fun for the month of October.  These one shots are not from any existing AU.  These will get very dark so read ALL warnings before hand.  My blog is an 18+ ONLY space.  All minors and hate will be blocked.  This is fiction, have fun.  This year I’m introducing a few more characters instead of just Chris and Sebastian characters...

Ablutophilia with Chris Beck Breath Play with Ari Levinson Candaulism with Nick Vaughan Dacryphilia with Mike Weiss Ejaculating Toy with Chase Collins Forced Voyeurism with Nick Fowler Grooming with Napoleon Solo Hate Sex with Ransom Drysdale Innocence Kink with Frank Adler Jealousy with William ‘Ironhead’ Miller Key Party with Andy Barber Lactation Kink with Jake Jensen Mutual Masturbation with Mickey Henry Non-Con with Jax Teller Objectification with Lance Tucker  Possessive Behavior with Angel Reyes Quirt with Steve Kemp Ravishment Fantasy with Jefferson Somnophilia with Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Tea Bagging with Dean Winchester & Soldier Boy Uteromania with Justin Capshaw Vampire Gloves with Sam Winchester Water Play with Captain Syverson  Xenophilia with Tyler Rake Yandere with August Walker Zipper Dinner with Lloyd Hansen Electrostimulation with Mr. Freezy Harpaxophilia with Curtis Everett Housewife Kink with Clark Kent Kidnapping with Walter Marshall Coercion with Carter Baizen & Bryce Langley

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rough arcadia boys / needy bunny!reader with degradation along with aftercare for the feeling slutty party 🤭🤭

rough you say 🌚 how about some degrading aftercare (so not really aftercare?)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Major Crossover—dark alpha!fratboys!: Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber x omega!reader [dark A/B/O college AU, one reader, HC Verse]

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, non-con/dub-con, a/b/o dynamics, mean/dark!cevans characters, manipulation, obsessive & possessive behaviour, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), smut - minors dni, coercion, jealousy, major power imbalance, heavy dom/sub undertones, size difference, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, showerhead… stuff…‘cleaning,’ dumbification, degradation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pussy slapping, choking, implied/mentions of: lots of fucking and creampies.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Your alphas give you ‘aftercare’ after: The Hunt

𝗪/𝗖 | 874

𝗔/𝗡 | ok this made me sweat which isn’t good considering it’s fucking hot already, but dear god, i love these dark filthy men.

˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ 

💃𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You weep into Andy’s chest as other rough hands pry your legs apart, pinning them to either side of the tub. Colours dance on the inside of your eyelids, morphing into the shapes of your mates, even with your eyes shut, they haunt you. 

“Look at that fuckin’ mess.” Ransom snorts, “And, you were scared about taking two cocks in the same hole. You handled it like a champ, babe, congrats.” 

“Real romantic, dumbass.” Steve swats his head, glaring at his adoptive brother before glancing at you. The small little omega in Andy’s arms, trembling and crying—oh, he loves it. “You okay, pet?”

You desperately shake your head, whimpering brokenly when the water pressure picks up. The showerhead is aimed between your sore thighs, the hard stream landing right on your well-used and ruined cunt, and worst of all, your oversensitive clit. 

“What’s wrong?” Curtis asks from the other side of the tub, naked as you and Andy. 

He fought Ransom for the pleasure of ‘cleaning’ you, you already played with her before, stop being selfish is what Ransom said, but anyone who knew Curtis knew he was never one to back down, and I’ll play with her again if I want, now be good and I’ll let you watch, pretty boy. Ransom just rolled his eyes and snagged the closest spot to you, getting the perfect view of your cum filled holes. 

“N-Not aftercare. You said—”

“This is aftercare.” Ari sinks to knees next to you, reaching forward to cup your cheek. He wipes the tears from your skin, before bringing them to his mouth, tasting your despair. “For all of us, we need to wind down after all that.” 

The water shoots out onto your cunt, aimed directly at your button. You cry out loudly, thrashing in their hold but it’s fruitless. You’re too weak, just an omega, and they’re your alphas, far bigger and more muscular than you. The stimulation is too much, sending hot bolts of pain throughout your body and making your stomach tighten. 

“Yeah, don’t be a brat, pet.” Andy kisses the side of your head, inhaling your scent, “Don’t you want us to be taken care of too?”

You did, didn’t you? You didn’t know. They weren’t the ones passed around like a toy, used and fucked until passing out. 

“Thought—was supposed to be soft… sweet…gentle.” You sniffle wetly, feeling the cum leaking out of your fuckholes, you don’t dare to watch it disappear down the drain as the showerhead shuts off. “Not so much, please. So sensitive.” 

Between your legs, Curtis clenches his teeth, watching your swollen clit glimmer. He’s salivating at the mere sight of you so broken and submissive, his cock thickening unabashedly. He knows he isn’t the only one hard, and he definitely has no shame in being the only one exposed. There’s still someone’s (probably more than one person’s) seed leaking out of your holes, but it’s less than when they began. 

He massages up your leg, squeezing the flesh, “But, you’re so wet, baby. We can’t leave you like this.” 

“Good daddies don’t leave their pets all worked up—especially when she’s been so good.” Ransom pipes up, tightening his hold on your knee. “Your poor pussy is all drippy, sweetie, I know you can’t see it right now, but you feel it and you want us. I know you do.” 

“Don’t lie,” Steve warns, blue eyes set in a glare. “You’ve been so good, don’t be stupid and ruin that streak.”

The stream starts up again, going along the inside of your thighs, closer to your centre. Your heart races in your chest when Ari tugs on your hard nipples. “That’s w-water.” 

Steve dips his fingers into your slit, dragging up slowly and rubbing your button. He holds his hand inches from your face, spreading his digits, “Such a dumb little thing… Does this look like water to you?” It doesn’t, it’s stringy and slick, and smells like you. 

But you can’t take anymore—you can’t. 

“I warned you, baby.” The blond stands, stripping off his clothes as Ari and Ransom follow suit. “It’s like you wanna be punished.”

You try to get up, but Andy locks you into his body, keeping you pinned to his chest with his bicep around your neck. “Don’t even think about it.” 

Their lengths spring up as if they hadn’t pumped you full and covered you in their seed less than an hour ago. 

Curtis tsks with a smirk, “We can’t blame her, she’s just a dumb little pet. Poor babies like her don’t know any better.” 

“Is that true, pet? You’re so stupid you think it’s okay to lie to us?” Ransom strokes his cock, watching the tears stream down your cheeks. “God, I’m gonna fuck her until she doesn’t have any tears left.”

“P-Please don’t—”

“Shut up.” Steve swats your cunt in quick succession, each spank harder than the last, “Stupid lying omegas don’t deserve to speak.” 

Ari collects your tears again, sucking them off his fingers. He looks down at you with twisted sympathy, “You shouldn’t have lied, honey. We taught you better.” 

Andy flexes his arm, cutting off your air momentarily. “Now, just be a good pet if you want to breathe.” 

[rainydayandmondays]

RainyDays Masterlist

Welcome to a listing of all my mind movies that have made their way into the world.

Please read ALL warnings before each story. You are responsible for the content you consume. Minors DNI

Multi-chapter

Holidays with Andy (Smut/Fluff)-Andy Barber/Reader, Jake Jensen

Multiple Characters

All is Well (Fluff/Smut)- Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Ransom Drysdale/Reader, Jake Jensen/Reader, Frank Adler/Reader, OUAT Jefferson/Reader, Ari Levinsson/Reader

Joint effort with @buckybarnesisdaddy and @theinheriteddutchess.

[lalau]

Guys I'm desperate...please I need your help. 🙏😭

Been looking like crazy for 2 specific fics, one is a Steve Rogers Dark Fic, the other is kind of various continuations interwined involving Mob Andy Barber, Ari Levinson & Ransom Drysdale...

1-Dark Steve Rogers (think Mob) kidnaps a hired bartender by thinking she helped somehow on an attack on his gang, he keeps her in a Kind of basement...it involves a glass with a symbol she had in her locker that proved she was involved..by the time they discover the glass was handed to her by a co worker it was too late..she and Steve had a Child and he loved her ...never letting her go

2-It started as one shots for each, i think the whole series now is called Necessary Arrangements or Unecessary dont remember

Mob Andy Barber claims power after the reader's dad died also mob and Andy gets in her house to kill everyone but makes a deal with her...they end up falling in love

Ari Levinson (mob maybe) hires through an agency an escort (reader) he infuriates her but with time she falls for his charm

Ransom Drysdale (mob) is the owner of some kind of building where reader has her Coffee Shop and apartment..he expects money each month like a protection fee...reader denies and they make an agreement if you know what i mean..stuborn sideways they start to fall for one another but dont want to show it

These 3 separate fics get interwined at some point by Andy, Ari & Ransom, making business together..

I swear I had them reebloged and/or liked...and they've dissapeared. HELP a bitch here pls! 🥲

Please if anybody knows if maybe got deleted or they are in AO3 or something...im going crazy here 💔

Lot's of love ❣♥️❣

Thank you anyone!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pretty Petals 19

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs

Note: Back again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all like birds love to appear everytime you are near. Take care. 💖

Goosebumps rise on your skin as Loki's fingertips brush along spine. You blow out a gust of air, quivering and overwrought from his rigorous attention. And ache settle between your shoulders, another in the small of your back, body contorted and bound to his whim.

Your head lays heavy against the sweat-scented linen as your ass is propped in the air. Your legs are corded with thick leather to keep them bent, your arms drawn back and wound tight. He pushes you onto your side so you grunt and he chuckles at your futility.

"Blossom," he purrs as he stretches out on his stomach next to you, "I do rather regret not plucking you from the bunch. You are… pliable."

"Sir," you breathe, heat still nipping in your cheeks, a tingle fluttering over your thighs. Again, he's stolen pleasure that leaves you scalding with shame.

"But of course, we all desire what belongs to another," he snickers as he shifts onto his side. He snakes his arm down and swipes along your cunt, twitch jolting your body. "Perhaps if you had the choice, you may have chosen me, yes?"

"Yes, sir," you're not entirely sure it's a lie but if you could choose, you would have none at all.

"Ah, you are a pretty little pet," he toys with your clit lazily, "perhaps I might give some helpful tips to the one who claimed you, hm? So you are not so wanting."

You whimper and gulp. He's satisfied with your submission. He sighs and pulls his hand back to lick away the slickness on his fingertips. Your swollen cunt throbs for more even as your head hollers ENOUGH!

"Sir," you begin, "may I ask after Iris? You did check on her, didn't you?"

"Why, of course I did," he sits up and smooths his dark locks, "as I promised. I am a man of integrity, Lily, and we had a bargain. I daresay you did hold up your end rather admirably."

"I was only… worried, I did not mean-"

"You worry overly much," he chides as he reclines again, arms bent as he rests his head on his hands. 

You stare at his handsome profile, the bob in his throat, and the rise and fall of his chest. Your helplessness drowns you as you take in his strength. He is no less formidable than any other, he is only more charming. Deceivingly, so.

"Is she okay?"

He peeks at you from the corner of his eyes and smirks, "oh, delicate one," he purrs, "she will be. She only needs rest. You needn't trouble yourself for more than yourself."

"I know, sir, I was only curious."

"Curiosity can be dangerous."

His words dangle in the air perilously. Yes, it was curiosity that brought you here. Stupid, naive, curiosity mingled with a fear of missing out. You are so stupid. Not just for falling into this trap but for thinking you could barter with any of them. Whatever he says you cannot trust. You can only hope these men consider you as more than replaceable.

💐

You're left alone but not quite. In this place, you're never really by yourself. You feel along your flesh where tender spots tinge. The bite of leather lingers so that you can't forget your predicament.

You feel it crawling all over you. Self-pity, humiliation, and that tiny tremor of anger that underlies it all. You can't take it.

You drag yourself off the bed and strip it down to the mattress. You furl up the sheets and drop them at your feet, peeling off the pillowcases and standing in the heap. You're breathless as you finish and even a bit dizzy.

You gather it all up off the floor and make your way to the door. You struggle to keep from dropping everything as you twist the handle and step back to let the door fall open. You step out, stopping short at the sudden wave of aimlessness.

"Ah, lookit," Lee's voice startles you as he struts up in little more than a robe, barely tied at the waist and showing the curve of his stomach, "we got a real homemaker here."

"Sir," you blink at him and muster a lie, "I… yes, sir. I was thinking of doing some laundry, er, for everyone."

The thought was a more fiery one but you won’t let it loose.

"All by yerself," he drawls with a slanted grin, "ain't that precious?"

"Um," you peer around. The other girls aren't much different than you left them, aside from Iris who is absent entirely. "Yes, sir, I'm sorry, I don't know where–"

"Hush," he winks at you, "I can show ya, darlin'," he leans back on his heel and cups one side of his mouth as he angles his head away, "Ransom, get in here."

You wait, the room in baited silence. There's activity from the deck and Ransom steps through the open door. He looks perturbed as his shirt hangs unbuttoned from his shoulders.

"What is it now?"

"Keep an eye on the pretty ones," Lee demands, "Lily doll here wants to do some laundry."

“Oh, she does?” Ransom remarks, “always such a good girl.”

You ignore his taunt. It’s easier to be compliant. To pretend that you’re not screaming on the inside. Just until you figure it out. You glance at Dahlia as she sits on the floor still, picking strings from the corner of the rug. She narrows her eyes slightly. She thinks more of you than she should. It is no ploy, you just panicked.

“Well, now, darlin’, let’s get,” Lee taps your hip, “I’ll show you the way.”

He directs you with his large hand, holding it flat as he gestures you into the hall. You cross the room and hug tight the balled up linen. You smell your own sweat laced in the fabric. It sickens you as it mingles with Loki’s scent.

He stops you at the door that leads upstairs. He turns you with his hands framing your hips. He brushes close as he reaches around to shove a key in the slot. He opens it up and clicks his tongue. 

You continue upstairs and try not to show your eagerness. You’re unprepared to be up there but it might be useful. You might see something that could help you. Your eyes search as you keep your head straight, obeying silently as he points the way from behind you.

It’s not much different than downstairs. There’s a sitting space with a large sofa, a cushioned bench and some armchairs before an oversized television set between tower speakers. That must be where Steve took the others and had them watch a movie. Where he hurt Iris.

You kick yourself to keep going, afraid you might give away your inspection. You pass another door and enter another hallway. More doors, black, numbered…

He halts you at one without a silver plate. You enter as the scent of laundry soap tickles your nose. There are two sets of machines, both matte silver. Lee shuts the door behind him and you wince at the loud click. 

“Go on, then,” he struts around you and leans on the table set against the wall, “I’m sure ya can figure it out, Lily doll.”

“Yes, sir.”

You go to a machine and set your bedding on top. You open the door and sift through the sheets, untangling them and placing them inside. You shut it and drag the duvet to the other machine, the one closer to Lee. You shove it in as he places the soap on the washer.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You got a nice mouth. Real polite,” he muses, “I like my Marigold, and that tall stem of a girl isn’t too bad neither. But you got a good head on you. I like that even more.”

“Thanks.”

You add the soap in the small drawer and slide it closed. You go to the other washer and do the same, setting the cycle for both. You place the bottle down as you sense him near. Before you can face him, he has you penned in, his hands on the metal edge of the machine.

“I look at you, Lily, and I see a good girl. Nah, a good woman,” he breathes down your neck, “you’d be the perfect little housewife, wouldn’t you? Doing the clothes, scrubbing the floor, bent over all on your knees…”

You grit your teeth as you go rigid. If it’s not one, it’s the other. You think of Iris. You don’t want to end up like her. No, she needs you. You can’t help her if you get yourself hurt.

“Yes, sir–”

“Uh uh,” he tuts as he places his hands on your shoulders, “Mr. Bodecker.”

He turns you to face him. You force a smile, tight-lipped and stiff. His thumbs rub beside the straps of your dress as his eyes miss your hollow expression, fixated instead on your body. You quiver even as you try not to. There’s something about his eyes, about his certainty that unsettles you.

“You shakin’ like a leaf,” he chuckles, “but you know, Mrs. Bodecker, I would take care of you. You see, I call you that, not them other girls, I call you that because I know if I took you home with me you’d be the sweetest wife. Keeping my house and my bed warm and snuggly, huh?”

“Yes, whatever you want, Mr. Bodecker,” you utter as he plays with the thin straps.

“Whatever I want?” He clucks, “well, what I want, Mrs. Bodecker,” he purrs as he slips the straps down your shoulders, “is for you to get down on your knees and be good to me.”

He leads the fabric away from your chest. You turn your head slightly, abashed by your sudden nakedness as he continues to push the dress lower. He tugs it past your hips and lets it fall to your feet. Your nipples are pert at the brush of cool air and your awareness of his gaze. Bumps prickle across your skin.

You shudder but keep from covering yourself. Instead, you touch the plush fabric of his robe. You grasp the front of it and bite your lip. You slowly spread it, revealing his chest and more of his thick stomach. His pecs, despite his weight, are well toned, it’s really only his stomach that’s unkempt.

“Mrs. Bodecker,” he brings a bent finger under your chin and makes you look at him.

“Yes, Mr. Bodecker,” you pout to keep from grimacing.

“Nothing, I just wanted to hear you say it again.”

He lets you go and you flutter your fingers down to his belt. You unknot it and clench your jaw as you pull apart the robe. His excitement springs up as you do and you barely suppress a gasp. He’s not especially longer than the others but he’s thicker. Very thick. Your wall twitch at just the sight.

“Go on,” he growls, “try not to hurt yourself.”

You press your lips together and nod. You get down to your knees. You’re numb. It’s not easier, not really, but somehow it’s not as hard.

You bring your hand up to grip his length. He groans and you give a single, long pump, feeling his size. You focus on his tip, throbbing and ready. The moment he offered to show you the laundry room, you should’ve known he had this in mind.

You move your hand again, grasping him more firmly. It had the same effect as with Ransom. Lee lets out a long drone and braces his hip.

“That’s it, Mrs. Bodecker,” he coaxes.

You hum as you lean in. You touch him shyly with your lip. He feels bigger against them. You flick your tongue out to wet him, hoping that will make it easier. You slick his tip as best you can, swirling around, lapping at him.

He snarls and grabs your head impatiently. His other hand remains on his hip as he tilts his pelvis and urges you around his dick. You open your mouth and take him in, jaw aching as it strains. He reaches the back of your throat and you gag.

You press your tongue to him firmly and he lets you ease back. You get half a breath before he pulls you onto him again. He repeats the motion, again, and again, steady but not frantic. Deliberate.

Saliva smears down his skin and gathers at the corner of your mouth. Your eyes roll back under your eyelids as you puff through your nose. He rocks you, using you, not moving as he controls you with his fingers stretched across your skull.

“Mmm, Mrs. Bodecker, I thought you was a nice lady,” he rasps, “yeah, I thought you was sweet but look at you. Swallowing me up like a whore, ain’t ya?”

You try to nod but only gurgle around him as a single tear slips down your cheek. He urges you faster and faster, huffing loudly as he chokes on thick grunts. Your head thrums and your chest burns from lack of air. 

You’re dizzy as he moves you to his whim, stopping only as he buries himself down your throat. He holds himself there as you kick your feet behind you and clutch at the open robe. He lets you off him, inch by inch, until you cough and choke, hanging from his grasp.

“Ah, ah, ah, you almost made me come already, you dirty little whore,” he sneers as he yanks you up by a fistful of hair, “I ain’t even had the best part of ya.”

You stand and hiss, touching his hand daintily as you whimper. He spins you to face the washer, whirring softly in its cycle. You hit the cold metal, bracing it as his hand hooks down under your chin. He stretches his fingers across your throat and squeezes.

He nuzzles your head and pushes his head next to yours. He guides you back, bending you slightly as he leans into you. You keep your hands on the machine. You set your feet apart and arch your back. It’s easier if you give in. At least, during.

He groans and nips your ear as his free hand crawls down your body and dips between your legs. He rubs you, toying with your clit, feeling how wet you are. You hate that you feel it too. He glides further back, framing your tender cunt with his rugged fingers.

He bends his knees, wiggling behind you, and catches his tip between his knuckles. He kisses your hair and snarls. He pushes against your entrance. You squeak as he prods, your cunt resisting him. He rocks slightly, trying to coax his way in as he trails his fingers back to your clit.

You clamp your eyes shut and he thrusts, just enough to get into you. You squeal as you stretch around him. It feels like you're tearing in two. He rocks again, easing in and out, little by little he sinks deeper. 

His breath clouds around you hotly as he turns your head and kisses your cheek. He keeps his rhythm, more and more. Your voice rises out of your control. It hurts so much. More than any time before. Even with him playing with your clit.

“That’s it, Mrs. Bodecker, that’s it,” he purrs, “you can take me, can’t you?”

He moves your body with his ruts. Flush to your back, he picks up an even tempo, groaning, moaning, growling as he works his dick to his limit. You puff and pants, whimpering to a wail as you split apart around him.

“Ahhh, please,” you whine, “please, sir– Mr. Bodecker–”

“Mmm, yeah, you a good wife, ain’t ya?” He rasps, “you like my dick, huh? You like to feel me ripping you up.”

You bawl and let forth the well of tears. You push your head back as he keeps his wet lips on your cheek. He chuckles and keeps going, unfazed by how you dissemble. His grip tightens around your throat and he lets out a guttural growl.

“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ma take my time,” he slows down, pulling out to his tip only to slide back in, tediously, “I’ma break you in nice and easy.”

[navybrat817]

Stardust Reblog Challenge - December

Hello, lovelies! Below are fics I've shared throughout the month of December and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy and check out the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace. Moodboard by yours truly and divider by @firefly-graphics.

12/1 - Come Around Sundown (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

Into the Sunset (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Disarmed (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

12/2 - Sour Holidays (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

12/3 - Relentless (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @speechlessxx

12/4 - The Fairest Sun (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

12/5 - Break the Back (Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader) by @indyluckycharlie

12/6 - Happy Accident (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

12/7 - Hunting Lodge (DBF!Curtis Everett x Reader) by @onsunnyside

12/8 - You Call it Love But All I'm Left with is This Pain (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @mellowsaturns

12/9 - Ride With Me (Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Cloaked (Vampire!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @labella420

12/10 - Need You Now (Nomad Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81

12/11 - Overheated (Dark Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sgt-seabass

12/12 - Forget Me Not (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee

12/13 - Fists and Feelings (Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @writing-for-marvel

12/14 - Hearts Beat as One (Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @doasyoudesireandlive

12/15 - Goodbye (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

12/16 - Obsession (Steve Kemp x Dark!Reader) by @thebluemage

The Magic Box (Dark!Terry the Terrific x Reader) by @rustytricycle

12/17 - Missionary with Steve (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @becca-e-barnes

12/18 - A House, A Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne

12/19 - Fluky Jakey Loser Lucky (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @madscape

Law (Sheriff!Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

12/20 - It's Fun Being Bad (College!Andy Barber x Reader) by @sunshinebuckybarnes

12/21 - Flirt With Me (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonlight-prose

12/22 - Glacial With the Blue Ice, I'm Terrifying (Lloyd Hansen x Asian!Reader) by @honeystevie

12/23 - Taste of a Sweeter Life (Hal Carter x Reader) by @the-iceni-bitch

Friday Nights (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lilacletter

12/24 - Love is Actually, All Around (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne

12/25 - Secret Santa (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckybarnesandmarvel

12/26 - Coercion (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @ramp-it-up

12/27 - Pillow Fort and Pizza (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @foxgloveprincess

12/28 - Making Up for Lost Time (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

12/29 - Jealous (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee

12/30 - A Knight in Rusted Armor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

12/31 - Poison on Your Tongue (Vampire!Random Drysdale x Reader) by @inklore

[leiamorgainedelalune]

Fanfics by Leia - The Master List

You can also find my work on Wattpad and coming soon to AO3. I will start to post them here very soon. I’ve got to get some graphics and everything too. I have several WIP fics and quite a few planned that I haven’t started. I’m only listing the ones that I’ve currently started writing with complete chapters. Everything I write does come with a mature rating whether or not it begins that way. The majority of my fics are mostly plot with some smut though I’m writing one that’s definitely more smut than plot. I will link to the chapters once I post them. For now this is just to show what’s coming.

The Magnetic Saga (X-Men/MCU Crossover)

About the Saga

The Reading Master List

Mafia Princess Series

Multifandom Chris Evans Characters/Dark Mafia AU/Erotic Romance

Go to the Mafia Princess Master List here.

Steve Rogers Fics

Go to the Steve Master List here.

Andy Barber Fics

Go to the Andy Master List here.

Ransom Drysdale Fics

Go to the Ransom Master List here.

Ari Levinson Fics

Go to the Ari Master List here.

Multifandom

Go to the Multifandom Master List here.

In Development

I have three books for The Magnetic Saga in development, see the Series Post for the covers and titles. There will, also, be a third book in the Mafia Princess Series. There is also a Ransom Drysdale and Ari Levinson fic being developed. I have some more Andy Barber and Steve Rogers fics forming in my head too. There’s always more ideas coming!

[leiamorgainedelalunewriter]

Updates

I have a lot written for my fics. I just hand write everything first so I need to get a lot of them typed up. I’m weirdly old school. The patience is very much appreciated. I have stuff on quite a few fics written. I promise the chapters are coming! I work a day job too. Please bear with me! - Leia