Tumgik
#dark Steve Rogers or dark Andy barber or dark ransom drysdale
rogersbarber · 3 months
Text
All fics and blogs recommendations!!
Will be updated once in a while to add new fics recommendations!
ALL the credits belongs to the amazing blogs who write this fics 🫶🏼
WARNING: some of this fics are +18 so please read carefully and definitely follow this blogs bc they're great ❤️
If anyone wishes to be removed from this recommendation post, please let me know, last thing I want is upset you! It's completely fine, I'm truly just here to support this amazing blogs that have incredible content ❤️
@evansbby
@biteofcherry
@eloquentreverie
@hansensgirl
@katherineswritingsblog ( and @universehasitspath89 )
@rogersideup
@universitypenguin
@rogerswifesblog
@secretswiftymarvelfan
@worksby-d
@stargazingfangirl18
@angrythingstarlight
@holylulusworld
@sunvmars
@irishhappiness
@darkficsyouneveraskedfor
@imyourbratzdoll
@intoanotherworld23
@venusstorm
@babyjakes
@andydrysdalerogers
@buckys-wintersoldier
@lives-in-midgard
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork
@likeahorribledream
@xcaptain-winterx
@toastedkiwi
@nicoline1998enilocin
@georgiapeach30513
@wiypt-writes ( @spectre-posts / @what-is-your-plan-today )
@kinanabinks
@witchywithwhiskey
@the-iceni-bitch
@ronearoundblindly
@chxrryhansen
@1800jjbarnes
@navybrat817
@jamneuromain
@sergeantbarnessdoll
@nekoannie-chan
@imtryingbuck
@eloquentreverie
@labella420
@anika-ann
FOLLOW THIS AMAZING PEOPLE BUT REMEMBER ALSO RESPECT THEM 🩷
156 notes · View notes
krirebr · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
Updated 3/24/24
Tag lists are open
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. 🖤
Drabbles and Headcanons
Curtis + soft!dark + soothe 🖤
Jealous Ex Ransom
Sequel 🥵
Relax - Jake Jensen
Curtis Takes the Snowpiercer 🖤🥵
Arranged Marriage Steve Headcanon
Krismas Party Drabble Masterlist
Moodboards
221 notes · View notes
hansensgirl · 2 years
Text
꩜ 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑵: 𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
BEWARE! — minors, do not interact! 18+ only, just like my blog. do not plagiarize, copy, translate, repost, copy or recreate my writing on any other public platforms. heed the warnings, and remember you are responsible for your media consumption.
while this is known as the purgatory, there is no purging! mr. hansen hates getting his hands bloodied without reason.
꩜ NAVIGATION. ꩜ @hansensfics. ꩜ NEON PALM (M.LIST). ꩜
#for hansen: purgatory is the tracking tag.
Tumblr media
꩜ WEEK ONE! — brooklyn’s favourite phantom.
dark!best friend!Steve Rogers x innocent!fem!reader. — 4th october, 2022.
꩜ WEEK TWO! — the lawful zombie.
dark!neighbour!Andy Barber x innocent!fem!reader. — 11th october, 2022.
꩜ WEEK THREE! — the big bad werewolf.
dark!stepfather!Ari Levinson x innocent!fem!reader. — 18th october, 2022.
꩜ WEEK FOUR! — a not-so serial killer.
dark!guest!Ransom Drysdale x innocent!fem!reader. — 25th october, 2022.
꩜ HALLOWEEN! — a harva(mpire)rd legacy.
dark!boss!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!maid!fem!reader. — 31st october, 2022.
Tumblr media
the purgatory will open again in october, 2024.
check out the grounds for more until then! follow @hansensfics to be notified when i post new fics!
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
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
415 notes · View notes
Text
Pretty Petals 24
Tumblr media
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. 💖
Tumblr media
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.
162 notes · View notes
scrpiomoodboards · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
˗ˏˋ au: mob!steve rogers x soft reader ´ˎ˗
534 notes · View notes
shotgunbunny · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
⊹ 𔘓 ִ ۫ ּ ⊹⠀ ָ࣪ 𓆩C.EVANS𓆪 ָ࣪ ⊹ ִ ۫ ּ 𔘓 ⊹
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
[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.]
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
Tumblr media
⊹ 𔘓 𓆩ari levinson x reader masterlist 𓆪 ָ࣪𔘓 ⊹
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
Tumblr media
⊹ 𔘓 𓆩ransom drysdale x reader masterlist 𓆪 ָ࣪𔘓 ⊹
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
Tumblr media
⊹ 𔘓 𓆩curtis everett x reader masterlist𓆪 ָ࣪𔘓 ⊹
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
Tumblr media
⊹𔘓𓆩Jake Jensen x reader masterlist𓆪𔘓⊹
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
Tumblr media
⊹𔘓𓆩Andy Barber x reader masterlist𓆪𔘓⊹
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
Tumblr media
⊹𔘓𓆩Lloyd Hansen x reader masterlist𓆪𔘓⊹
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
Tumblr media
450 notes · View notes
nickfowlerrr · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
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
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Fics
Tumblr media
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
Tumblr media
Envy
bucky barnes moodboard - @nickfowlerrr
Greed
lee bodecker and max burnett - /nickfowlerrr
Pride
lloyd hansen moodboard - /nickfowlerrr
Wrath
andy barber and nick fowler - /nickfowlerrr
Tumblr media
113 notes · View notes
onsunnyside · 2 years
Text
✯⌎ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭
Tumblr media
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 themes and elements, A/B/O dynamics, mean!cevans characters, DARK!cevans characters, manipulation, toxic behaviour, obsessive & possessive behaviour, soft!DARK, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON/DUB-CON, coercion, jealousy, competition, major power imbalance, heavy dom/sub undertones, size difference, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, object insertion (sex toys: anal plug, ‘carrot style’ dildo, vibrating ‘eggs’), dumbification, degradation, cum as lube, overstimulation, possible dehumanization, gangbang: “sharing is caring,” dacryphilia, unprotected sex (p in v, p in a), double penetration (v & a), anal sex, rough sex, squirting, oral (f), creampie, handjobs, pussy slapping, choking, voyeurism, filming sex, implied/mentions of: face fucking, somnophilia, chase kink, free use
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You celebrate Easter with your five alphas. Based on this ask from my sunny bunny party.
𝗪/𝗖 | 4.34K
𝗔/𝗡 | well i definitely feel like a whore, but what else is new, this may be the most filthy thing i’ve written as in the context. I don’t have much for this version of HCV, so we’ll see how it ends up. i never thought i’d write something like this. warning: i don’t know if it’s classified as subspace, but reader gets fucked stupid. this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read.
˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Your eyes bounce between the options on the printed page, and breaths leave your mouth in puffs. You can hear the birds through the opened window, and feel the cool breeze crawling up your spine. 
“5-4-3-2—”
“Is it, uh,—A?”
“Nope.” 
You gasp, your eyes falling shut in pleasure as the vibrations intensify and your walls pulse around the thick toy. Your toes curl in your knee-highs and your nails dig into the couch. “Oh, m-my…” 
“Look at that.” Comes a Brooklyn drawl from behind you, “She’s so wet, it keeps slipping out…” Steve holds the dildo by the base and presses it to the hilt. He almost feels bad for you because he can feel the strong vibrations from the other toy also stuffed into you. After everything they’ve put you through, he’s surprised you’re still conscious.  
Poor baby, but it was all your fault anyway. 
"Oh, honey, you like history that much?” Ransom teases, shutting the book and fixing your crooked bunny ears. They aren’t as pretty anymore since he threw them to the ground to get a better grip on your head when he was fucking your face earlier. There’s still some cum on your chin, but he won’t say anything. He prefers watching you go about the day covered in him or his frat brothers. 
Steve coos, “Want me to stop it, baby?” He spits on you, his saliva landing on your puckered hole stretched around a plug, still sore and puffy from his prep this morning. You were asleep and kept squirming until he held you down. When your eyes finally opened, his heart swelled and he had you up against the shower wall within minutes. 
The other guys had tried to join when you were nearly finished, but Steve locked the door. And when it was broken, the both of you were in the bathtub, and you were cockdrunk in his arms, drifting away and letting him wash you. 
They’d have to get the door fixed again, but it wasn’t like none of the other guys were completely innocent either. They each had their selfish streaks but compared to the beginning of your relationship, they’ve gotten far better at sharing. 
“P-Please, stop it.” You sigh in relief when he pulls at the end hanging out and presses the power button, and the low humming comes to an end. You sag into the cushions, practically lifeless as Ransom caresses your face, inching closer to your gland. 
Then, Steve turns it back on, this time on the highest setting. 
“Steve!” You cry out, falling onto your belly as you shudder, and release around the toys. Your squirt drenches the couch and Steve’s lap, marking both with your scent. Your mind goes blank and your tummy hurts with the amount of pressure as the toy roughly thrusts in and out of you, jostling the vibrator and prolonging your high.  
You don’t know how much time had passed, but you did feel someone cleaning between your legs and another hand trail up your back, “You okay, sweetie?”
“Mhm…” You trail off, your head sinking into the plush pillow before it’s pulled to a lap. A certain scent of smooth vanilla with a dash of cocoa flows up your nose, “Andy?”
“Yes, it’s me.” A soft sound makes your eyes open and you watch the basket get filled with a few more of those dreaded eggs that ruined you in the first place. You tuck away from it, whining at the soreness that blooms from your core. 
“Had to find the rest and wash them for you.” Andy rubs your head softly, his gentle tone a sharp contrast to the growing tent in his pants, “Dumb little bunny couldn’t help but cum from what—four eggs? You didn’t even find all of them.”
“Sorry, alpha.” You sniffle, wishing to just go to sleep for the rest of the day, but according to the alphas, the festivities have just begun.  
“You know what that means, right, honey?” 
“It means she’s getting chased through the woods next time like a stupid little bunny. I wanted to do it—but no, it would’ve been too much.”
“Are you honey?”
Ransom shrugs, “Sometimes.”
Andy shakes his head, facing you again, “Talk to me, omega.” 
“I tried…” 
“You did, and maybe next time, you’ll do better.” He looks down at you, both eyebrows raised, “You’ll do what you’re supposed to, and not disappoint your alphas.” 
That’s how you end up between Ari’s legs, his long hard cock against your back as Curtis stuffs you full with the vibrating ‘eggs.’ Your puffy folds are spread wide for the rest of the fraternity brothers to freely gaze at. Steve, Ransom and Andy sit in chairs, heavy cocks hanging out of their pants as drool dribbles down your chin.
“How many now?”
“The seventh keeps slipping out.” Curtis’ fingers prod at the little vibrating ball, he sucks his digits clean before reaching for another egg and easily adds it into your stuffed cunt, he groans lowly, “We’re at eight now, sweet girl. You’re doing so good.” 
The towel is soaked underneath you. After squirting a handful of times, Steve and Andy’s cum act as lube for your tight hole, and their seed combined with your slick has made an embarrassing mess of your core. 
At least they put the eggs on the lowest setting, you didn’t even want to think of having all of them on the highest.
“Fit another. If she gets nine, I’ll get that tight ass for the week.” 
“In your dreams,” Steve scoffs, “It’s like you don’t even know our girl, she can barely take a few fingers and a cock at the same time in one hole. She’s had enough today and she’ll warm me for the next seven days.” He licks his lips at the thought. “What makes you think she’ll fit another?”
“She’ll do it for me. Right, omega?” Ransom asks you. “You’re going to try to take another for me.”
“I-I,” You blink away the tears and shake your head as Ransom sighs. “No, daddy—can’t.” You whine, unable to relax in Ari’s comforting hold, most of the time, his warmth keeps you grounded but right now, you feel like you’ll be flying in a few moments. “Too much, too full.”
“Are you sure this time?” Curtis asks, tattoos stretching along his shoulder as he sits up, chain dangling between his pecs. “You said that at five and started crying when Andy took the basket away.” 
“Little whore couldn’t even decide if she was too full.” Ransom scoffs, jerking his cock slowly, “She gets fucked so often but is still too tight for two cocks in the same hole. One of these days, I won’t care and I’ll just shove in there, fucking tear her apart.” 
“Bet she’ll love it.” Steve agrees, his mouth waters as one of the eggs slips out of you, covered in your cream and his cum. “When has she ever said no anyway?”
“Plenty of times,” Andy answers, moving next to Curtis for a closer look. Your cunt is so used, your clit is still rubbed raw from his beard earlier, and your ass is stuffed with a plug.  “We just never listen.”
“We’ll listen this time.” The fraternity president’s hands fall below your tummy, tracing lower and pressing slightly. Another egg falls out, your hole clenches as the rest shift inside you, still softly vibrating against your pulsing walls. “We promised.”
“Promises are meant to be broken.” Curtis shrugs, eyes locked on your contorted face as he barely touches your clit making you jump, and he laughs cruelly. “Like when I promised I wouldn’t fuck her face when we went to the movies.” 
“You ruined her makeup. I had to take her to dinner with smeared mascara.” Ransom starts fucking into his fist, head falling back as memories rush back, you clinging to his arm in the fancy establishment, all dolled up and cute, he loved showing you off. He also teased you under the table that day. 
“You could’ve let her fix it.”
“I would have just messed it up again.” 
“Hey, open those pretty eyes.” Your lashes flutter open, meeting Curtis’ clear blue gaze but the contact doesn’t last long because Ari applies pressure again, and two more eggs slip out. Joining the filthy mess. Curtis’ wet hand taps your cheek, “Look at me, are you done?”
You nod, blubbering as Steve’s fingers lightly tug at your nipples, you’re so sensitive and sore, you can barely tell left from right. Drunk on endless highs, and so many suffocating scents. But god, you loved and feared it at the same time. 
“Oh, poor bunny, your little cunt is stuffed to the brim.” Ransom slides next to you, craning his neck to stare. 
“Daddy… Don’t look…”
“Why not? You’re shy?” He chuckles darkly, “What if I get closer, huh? Spread your puffy folds, and get a really good look at your filthy pussy. I should bring you to the mirror and make you look at it. See what a slut you are for your alphas.”
You pout at him, shutting your legs. “You’re being mean…”
“Am I being mean?” He asks the rest of the men, and receives different replies; ‘yeah,’ ‘no way,’ ‘she’s just sensitive.’ “Whatever—how can I make it up to you, pet? I’ll be nice since it’s a holiday.”
Your eyes fall to his shirt, and he immediately knows what you want. He tugs off his t-shirt and hands it over. You take the fabric and bring it to your nose, rubbing your face into it and enveloping yourself in his scent. 
“She’s chirping,” Steve smiles warmly, and his delicate touch travels up your leg. “Even after all the shit you’ve pulled, she still wants to be with you.”
“Shut up.” Ransom rolls his eyes. “Isn’t Steve being mean too, baby? Go on, tell him to fuck off.”
Your eyes widen, “No! Are you stupid—” Ari slaps your thigh harshly. “Ow!”
“Watch your mouth before I make you clean those eggs. Now open your legs, don’t make me ask twice.” His deep voice demands from behind you. His chest hair tickles your back, “Don’t forget who you are.”
An omega, it goes without being said. The power they hold over you both in designation, status and physical strength. They towered over you and you felt so small between them with the weight of their blue stares. 
You slowly spread your thighs, covering your face in unease as the other alphas crowd around you. Ari forces them wider with his knees and moves you onto his lap, putting on a show for the rest of his frat brothers. Someone’s spit lands on your clit before the bundle is rubbed, sending streams of pleasure through your veins. They play with you for a bit, tracing your wet hole, and putting your combined juices back in only for it to drip out again. Suddenly, a thickness prods at your weepy hole. 
Your eyes shoot open, shining up at the buzzcut-haired man sinking his cock into you. “Wait, the eggs—”
“I know.” Curtis cuts you off, “Ransom, turn up the setting. Wanna fuck her until she’s dumb.”
“She already is.” Steve moves your hand to his cock, your fingers can’t meet around his fat girth.
“See? Isn’t he mean, baby? Why don’t you tell him how mean he is.” Ransom grabs your other hand, spitting into your palm before fucking into your fist. 
Ari kisses up the back of your neck, and all the touching, the sounds, and the feelings distract you enough for him to slip out the plug and replace it with his dick. You accidentally grip Steve and Ransom a little too tight, and the alphas groan in sync. Butterflies with glass wings flutter in your stomach, shattering against each other and fracturing you from the inside out. 
“N-No, I can’t—please! Stop!”
“Shut up. Bunnies don’t speak.” Ari grunts into your ear, rough and raspy, “You know what they do?”
“They hop.” Curtis answers smugly, his dark eyes eating you up, “Better hop, sweetheart, before Ransom tries to slide in too.” 
You start bouncing on their cocks. The oxygen feels so thin and you can barely sit up straight, stuffed to the brim as the eggs vibrate against your tender walls. Your moans are utterly indecent, the lewd noises of your actions fill the hot air and harmonize with the squeaking of the bed.  
And that’s what Andy walks in on. You’re a fucking mess, covered in spit, cum and your slick, weakly riding two cocks at once and jerking off another two. Your poor cunt stretched so wide around Curtis’ length, your cream forms a ring around his base and dribbles down to Ari’s under you—Andy wishes he could see your ass, it’s probably so ruined too. 
“What a good bunny, hopping on your alphas cocks like a whore—fucking—” Curtis’ hips stutter when you tighten, “You knot hungry slut, greedy little cunt keeps sucking me in. You love being split open on us?”
“Uh-huh, don’t, ah! Please don’t stop!” You moan, choking on your words. Your bunny ears go crooked as you look down at your used centre and Curtis’ thick cock spearing you open, every time he thrusts out, Ari slides in and they alternate on keeping you as full as possible. “S-So big, daddy, so big.”
“Yeah, your little cunt is so fucking stuffed, can feel those eggs against my cock.” He growls, tugging you to spit into your mouth, then he kisses you messily. “You feel them, baby? They feel good?”
You try to nod, the bunny ears slip further before someone else fixes them again. “My holes, daddy—”
“What about our holes? They don’t belong to you, dumb little bunny.” Ari’s head is thrown back with a deep groan and his abs flex, he can feel Curtis between the thin wall inside of you. There’s truly no more space for anyone else—but that won’t stop one of them from trying. 
“Y-Your holes, so small, daddy…” Someone’s hand wraps around your throat, but you can’t tell who with all the fogginess in your head. Their grip tightens, “Your little holes… gonna never close—”
“Good.” It was Ransom judging from the voice by your ear, you feel a tongue drag up your cheek, licking up your tears. “We’ll do whatever we want to your slutty holes, and I will fuck your cunt when someone else is already using it.”
“What are you, baby?” Steve forces your face towards him, he’s red in the cheeks, and the colour spreads down his firm chest. “C’mon, tell your daddies.”
“I’m a—cumdump, your dumb baby, daddy.” Your head is tilted down, just in time to watch Curtis’ spit land where you meet. His salvia lands on your clit, dripping down to the veiny girth of his cock. “I’m yours.”
“That’s right, and don’t you ever forget.”
“Look at her, all cockdrunk. Dumb little omega, just a hole for us.” Ari sucks on your gland, his groans vibrating the patch, he remembers when you used to cry from just half his cock, and now look at you, taking him and Curtis to the hilt at the same time. You’ve come so far, and he’s so proud. “You like getting both your holes fucked at once, baby? Yeah, you do, look at that face.” 
Steve groans, pulling away from your lips before you’re tugged towards Ransom’s mouth. “Not a fucking thought in that pretty head, it’s okay, you don’t need to think. Just need to take our cocks and knots, let us use you whenever we want. You want our babies in your pretty cunt, omega?” 
Normally, you’d snap out of whatever trance and establish those stupid—in their opinions—boundaries about starting a family so early. Even though you were mated, you didn’t want to get pregnant halfway through your college career, but your alphas didn’t care. They’ve discussed the perfect time to switch out your pills, and darling you wouldn’t know the difference until you’re hunched over the toilet. 
“She does, she’s so fucking tight.” Curtis’ fingers dig into your hips, “You finally gonna have our pups, pet? Let us pump this little cunt full, knot you to keep you plugged up. Use you as a personal cumdump.”
You only manage quiet gasps, letting your body be used from almost every end. 
“Our little omega, so good for us, gonna carry all our babies.” Steve’s voice rings tauntingly and he slips a hand between your legs, his rough fingers strumming your swollen clit. “She’s fucking shaking, you still here with us, pet?” He slaps your button in quick succession, taking great pleasure in your convulses. 
Your head lolls to the side as someone taps your temple, “Sounds empty in there—I think we’ve fucked her completely stupid.”
You’re a vision, moving between Steve and Ransom’s messy kisses as saliva falls down your chin to your bouncing breasts which are covered with lovebites. 
Andy watches you cum, your whole body erupting in euphoria as you tremble in Ari’s lap. Curtis leans back, stroking his cock and squeezing the swelling base as the intensely vibrating eggs finally fall out, your squirt covers him from his thighs to his chest. Steve’s hand is shoved away by Ransom who swats your nub wetly, smearing your juices everywhere. Then he’s also pushed away by Curtis who leans down to greedily latch onto your cunt, all while Ari forcibly bounces you on his dick. 
You scream, falling against the long-haired man’s chest, gasping for air as Curtis buries his face into your sensitive pussy, his rough beard scratching your folds. You flail, arms shooting out for something, anything, but Steve and Ransom aren’t done. They keep your grip locked on their angry lengths and fat knots, they come a few seconds apart, their thick seed spurting all over your hands. 
“What a good girl, give Curtis your cream.” Ari rasps against your gland, the spot so tender from his mouth, he sucks in time with Curtis’ on your swollen clit. 
The alpha drinks down your juices, growling like a starved man as you squirt again.
“That’s it, that’s it. Fucking dirty whore, you’re gonna take my cum in your ass, I want you to fucking cry like a dumb little pet.”  
You hiccup, and as soon as Ransom releases your hand, you try to push Curtis away. Your centre is far too sensitive for even a gentle breath, let alone his mouth and facial hair. “N-No more! Please, I can’t!”
He leans back, your wetness covering half of his face, and evident in his beard. His chest heaves, “You do that again, and I’ll make you take all the eggs, got it?”
“Don’t be so mean now, Curtis, you're gonna make her cry even harder.” Ransom chuckles.
The blue-eyed man grabs your throat, bringing you close as your head bobs up and down, the bunny ears half off. “You hear me? Don’t you ever push me away.”
Ari hasn’t let up, still tearing apart your puckered hole. “Yes, yes—” You barely manage as tears flow freely and follow the trails of drool and saliva down your face. You sob and shudder through Ari’s rough thrusts, digging your nails into the bedsheets. 
Ari turns your head and groans loudly, “So pretty when you cry—dirty girl, daddy’s gonna fill you up. You’re gonna take my fucking cum, whore, take it.” He ruthlessly pumps up and his knot pops in, his cum violently shooting against your walls, filling you so deeply, the thick swell keeps him pressed to the hilt, his heavy balls tensing with every spurt. 
The feeling of being filled has you toppling over again. Your body eagerly grinds down against Ari’s twitching length, forcing him deeper and deeper. Lost in the electric shocks, you don’t notice a single thing going on around you. Teetering between worlds, you let them touch you all over, smearing your shared juices, rubbing their cum into your skin, and kissing or licking your tears. 
It’s downright obscene, the exposed skin heaving breaths, and their soft murmurs.  
“Good little pet, you did so good.”
“Fuck, we really used her cunt, huh? What a mess.”
“If she doesn’t close her mouth soon, I’m fucking her throat.”
“Barber, are you done over there?” Steve’s voice is slightly hushed. 
“Yeah, I couldn't get all the angles but it’s good, the perfect little film of Arcadia Phi’s Pet.” 
To your horror, Andy is holding a camera and the lens is pointed directly at you. He grins as he presses the button, and the red light switches off. 
“Said y-you��d ask.. before.” You manage through shivers, both hypersensitive and numb as Ari runs his rough hands all over your body. You blink through blurry vision, “You lied.”
“I know, baby, but you were so out of it, why would I interrupt?” Andy tilts his head, “I wouldn’t want to ruin the show, because then we’d have to do it again. You want to use the eggs again?”
“N-No…” You trail off, it was true. It was more than overwhelming and you’ve only just begun, you can’t imagine what else is in store. With a rapid pacing of your heart, you reach for him, bottom lip trembling as you wonder why he’s so far away, as if he hadn’t betrayed you. “I want—kiss please?”
Andy smiles and crawls on the bed and cups your cheeks. He kisses you sweetly, taking control and massaging your tongue with his. His beard tickles your face, and you find yourself forgiving him in an instant.
It was the same story with all the other men. No matter what they did, you’d forgive them for it. Regardless if it was undeserving, you found it harder to hold a grudge, to be away from the alphas who made you feel like you were on top of the world.
That felt like more of a crime than their threats and overbearing tendencies like you were breaking an unofficial boundary every time you questioned their toxicity and controlling behaviours. 
Whatever it was, they did this to you, and you aren’t angry at them for it. 
The next one to meet your lips is Curtis, his cock still throbbing between his thighs as spit escapes from the corners of your lips, his deep groans filling your mouth. Then, it’s Ransom, he’s less messy than Curtis but far more demanding, you can’t do anything but follow his motions, letting him swallow the air from your throat. Steve is an even ground between them, although he spits into your mouth before capturing your lips, your teeth clash when he tilts his head and kisses you as if you’re all he’s ever wanted.
Which is the truth for all of them. 
As he pulls away, that charming grin plays on his shiny lips. Ari shifts you around and his knot tugs at your rim. “Are you done being a cameraman?”
Andy sets down the camera, having recorded your exchanges with the rest of the men. “You up for it?”
“If it means I get to boss you all around,” Ari smirks, gently pulling out of your creamy hole, his seed dribbles out your ass, down your skin and onto the wrinkled towel below. 
You let out a little sigh at the emptiness, trying to find a position that doesn’t make your soreness more evident, and gives your thoroughly fucked holes a rest. 
“It isn’t any different considering you’re president,” Ransom remarks. 
“Hey, if you want to have a re-election, and lose again, be my guest. I wouldn’t mind another victory celebration.” Ari snatches the device and moves off the bed. His cock is already hardening again and bobbing between his built legs. “Smile for the camera, sweet girl.” You sniffle and try to wipe your face, but Ari tsks. “Don’t do that, I want you to be as ruined as possible.” 
“Always prettiest that way, huh, omega?” Andy hums. 
You shudder as lips land on your gland, softly tonguing the spot. “Y-Yes, daddy… Alpha, should I—do I pose?” 
You never would’ve thought you’d willingly participate in a sex tape or a series of them. It could be the dizziness in your head that pushes you right into their trap—but that’s what this whole thing was. In the beginning, you were naive enough to wander into their cage of stained glass, marveling at the wonders and affections, while right now, you were stupid enough to stay.   
“Yeah, just smile and spread your legs, wanna see how used your holes are. Ah, look at that—the most perfect cumdump, yeah?” He brings the lens to your ruined cunt and ass, giving each a time to shine as your clit twitches, your puffy folds slick and messy, and your puckered hole dribbles with his cum. Then, he captures your shy smile. “There’s my pet, so beautiful.” 
“Especially as a little bunny,” Curtis adds, fondly touching the ears. 
“Look at you, the star of the show, Arcadia’s girl.” Ari grins sickeningly, “For this segment, you’ll be taking Andy in your mouth, and Steve and Ransom at the same time.” He moves back to your soppy holes, his cum getting a special appearance in this little home video once again.
“Okay, daddy.” Your mind fades in and out as Andy kisses up your chest, tasting your sweat before reaching your gland, his soft lips suckling the skin. You're taken under their control, limp against whoever is holding you up. “I’ll be good…” 
“I’m glad, although, I should probably clarify they’ll both be in the same hole.” 
The camera switches to your face to catch your terrified expression, you try to get up but you’re immediately pinned again, this time, flat on your back as Steve forces your legs open. Stroking his thick length, then slapping the bulbous tip on your puffy button. 
Ari sits next to you, ready to get all the angles. “But don’t worry, we’ll still listen to you because you get to choose the hole.” 
Tumblr media
𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: and there we go !! I hope you all enjoyed that wild ride. I thought the first orgy i’d write would be with the dilfs in Cruel, but this sunny bunny party has been pure filth. Also, nickname spoiler: this reader is called Pet !!
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! Here's the masterlist for this au: 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚
I don’t have an update schedule. As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
I don’t do taglists anymore. Follow my library and turn on the notifications to you can see whenever I post: @onsunnysidelibrary.
3K notes · View notes
vellicore · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
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. 
Tumblr media
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.
41 notes · View notes
rainydayandmondays · 4 months
Text
RainyDays Masterlist
Tumblr media
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.
17 notes · View notes
lalau · 1 year
Text
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! 🥲
Tumblr media Tumblr media
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!
73 notes · View notes
hansensgirl · 2 years
Text
✎ 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺 & 𝑪𝑶.
Tumblr media
NAVIGATION. ␥ TAGLIST. ␥ @hansensfics ␥ NEON PALM.
caution! — minors, do not interact! 18+ only, just like my blog. do not plagiarize, copy, translate, repost, copy or recreate my writing on any other public platforms. heed the warnings, and remember you are responsible for your media consumption.
Tumblr media
⊹₊˚· chris evans masterlist.
featuring. — and i’ll cry if i want to, he’s tired of it all, and much more!
⊹₊˚· steve rogers masterlist.
featuring. — hope is a dangerous thing, don’t fence me in, and much more!
⊹₊˚· ransom drysdale masterlist.
featuring. — big bag wolf, and more!
⊹₊˚· andy barber masterlist.
featuring. — cruel world, and more!
⊹₊˚· jake jensen masterlist.
featuring. — don’t forget your toy, and more!
⊹₊˚· robert pronge/mr. freezy masterlist.
featuring. — tba.
⊹₊˚· johnny storm masterlist.
featuring. — he can be my mister—yum!
⊹₊˚· mike weiss masterlist.
featuring. — tba.
⊹₊˚· ari levinson masterlist.
featuring. — backfire, and more!
⊹₊˚· lloyd hansen masterlist.
featuring. — million-dollar man.
⊹₊˚· curtis everett masterlist.
featuring. — tba.
⊹₊˚· colin shea masterlist.
featuring. — tba.
⊹₊˚· syd (london) masterlist.
featuring. — tba.
⊹₊˚· pete brenner masterlist.
featuring. — tba.
more characters will be added!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
838 notes · View notes
navybrat817 · 1 year
Text
Stardust Reblog Challenge - December
Tumblr media
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.
Tumblr media
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
Tumblr media
116 notes · View notes
Text
Pretty Petals 22
Tumblr media
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: Going camping shortly (postponed bc weather) so hoping to have my queue full for the week)
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. 💖
Tumblr media
After putting out the serving dishes and setting the tables, on the patio and inside, you are told to change. The outfit chosen for you in a sheer white bustier and a matching thong. There are stockings too with garters, and a pair of uncomfortably high heels. You mourn your former autonomy as you pull on each piece. 
A knock comes at your door, signaling you to come out. It deflates you to think how this has all become so normal. Expected, really. You emerge but not without a hint of reluctance. The lingerie leaves little to the imagination and the other are dressed in little more.
“Darlings, how wonderful,” Hela greets you, shoulder by two men; more unwelcome returns; Bucky and Steve. “You all look delicious.”
You stare at her, a twitch of derision in your lip. She wears sleek black pants and a collared crop top with a ridiculous black cravat. A riske iteration of a tuxedo, you expect. To mirror those worn by the men to either side of her. You’re further confused by their attire.
“You will eat outside and enjoy the weather,” Hela instructs, “before you come to join the men for tonight’s special game.”
You squirm uncomfortably and glance over at Azalea. She stares wide-eyed at Hela, her fists balling and unfurling, as if she’s fighting herself. Each woman stands rigid and tense, fixated on the very one who lured them into this trap.
“Come,” Hela beckons as she twirls and struts away, “let us not delay. Fun awaits.”
You stare after her as the rest of the women hesitate. Violet looks back and forth searchingly. No doubt she’s noted that there are only seven of you.
“Move your asses,” Bucky claps his large hands and you fllnch.
Rose, at the far end of the line, moves first. Daisy follows, then Marigold, Azalea, Violet tugging at the woman ahead of her, yourself, then Dahlia. You peek from the corner of your eye toward the table, your hard work remains perfectly arranged atop it.
“Hey,” Bucky snaps in your face, “don’t worry about that.” 
He pushes your shoulder so you stumble. You barely keep from barreling into Violet. You turn your head straight and refuse to react.
“Asshole,” Dahlia snarls from behind you.
“Just you wait,” he warns her, “who knows, maybe the three of us could have some… fun.”
“Disgusting,” Dahlia retorts.
“She says, knowing she was begging for more as I was guts deep,” Bucky snickers.
“Begging you to stop,” she growls.
“Shut your fucking mouth before I break it,” he barks, “you know I’ve been waiting for the fucking chance.”
You wiggle your fingers at your side without looking back, hoping you can get Dahlia’s attention, that she might take the hint. She exhales loudly through her nose but says nothing else. You continue through the sliding doors to the tables on the patio; four girls at one, and three plus Hela at your own. 
“Gentlemen,” she dismisses Steve and Bucky. They retreat inside and pull the curtains shut behind the sliding doors, obscuring your view of the interior. They’re hiding something.
Silence underlines the gentle summer breeze. At the center of each table is a vase with each type of flower assigned to you. White lilies, red roses, orange marigolds, dark dahlia, white daisies, purple violets, and bright pink Azaleas. There are no irises.
“My beautiful blossoms,” Hela begins, “let us start anew, I know that our reunion was not entirely amiable but please, you understand, this all is for your own goods.”
“Our own goods?” Dahlia sneers.
“Yeah, right,” Azalea surprises you with her venomous growl.
“Truly, I want you all to think, who were you before all this? What were you? Nothing.”
“Free,” you say quietly. The other girls nod in agreement.
“Free? Truly? The lot of you were chained in your doubt and insecurities. I brought you confidence and more, I brought you those who would admire that in you.”
“To rape us,” Violet sniffs.
“Do not say that. They are merely appreciating your beauty. Your purity. I cleansed you of the flawed world and presented you anew to those who cherish the untainted.” She shakes her head as she serves herself salad with a pair of large spoons, “and what other man had ever bothered doing that?”
Her smile drops as the utensils hit the side of the bowl and she pushes it away. She peers around at you all, her features harshened with distaste.
“I gave you what you could not achieve on your own–”
“You knew?” Marigold pipes up.
“What did I know?” Hela challenges.
“That we… none of us ever– and you sold us to them? Didn’t you?” Marigold stammers. 
“Pimp,” Dahlia throws out, “disgusting.”
Hela rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “where would you be now, hm? At your dull jobs, ignored, unwanted. I assure you, you are very wanted here. These men paid a price which more than proves that.”
“You’re fucking fucked!” Dahlia stands, gripping the edge of the table as she bares her teeth, “we should tear you apart, you fucking ragged ass bitch.”
“Ah,” Hela purrs and slowly brings her hand up from beneath the table. She shows the same taser Loki held before. Each of you recall the jolt of the current, “you won’t.” She stares at Dahlia until she sits, her dark eyes boring into the taller woman as she hits the button to make the teeth crackle. “Oh, I knew you were going to be trouble, so I am surprised that it was not you.”
“Not me? What does that mean?” Dahlia hisses.
Hela laughs and shrugs.
“What do I mean?” Hela looks around, “seven, they do say it is a lucky number.”
Your chest drops as Violet turns wide-eyed to gape at Hela. She covers her mouth as her eyes glisten. She looks back to Azalea who nods, mouthing simply, ‘Iris’.
“I taught you strength girls,” Hela preens, “and these men, they are simply your test. How strong are you, truly?”
💐
None of you eat very much. Perhaps it is the anticipation of what comes next, the detest of the woman taunting you with her deceit, or just that anxiety that never leaves you. Hela declares supper to be over and has you tidy and stack the leftovers on one table. ‘Later,’ she avows.
She directs you in a line. You feel like animals being herded. You stand between Violet and Azalea.
“What’s going on?” Violet asks.
“Does it matter?” Dahlia snips from behind her. “It always ends the same, doesn’t it?”
Violet shakes her head, “do you think… are they all back?”
“It’s going to be me next,” Azalea whispers.
“What?” You look over at her as she hangs her head.
“I’ll be the next to go. I feel it. I… can’t make it much longer. I feel myself giving out.”
“Az,” you rub her arm, “don’t say that.”
“They killed her,” Azalea whimpers, “what do you think is going to happen to us?”
“We don’t know–” Violet begins but you shake your head to quiet her. There’s no use denying it. “Oh.”
“He killed her. Steve,” Dahlia hisses as Hela taps on the screen door. “Someone needs to bite his dick off.”
“Gladly,” Daisy tosses back over her shoulder.
“Girls,” Hela faces you, giving a clap, “please, let’s all calm down. Silence is golden, yes?”
There’s a few grumbles before you obey. You stand straight and face Azalea’s back. You see her wobble just a little. You feel the same uncertainty in yourself.
The curtain is swept back and the doors are slid open. Hela leads from the front and you enter one at a time. She directs you to stand against the wall. You see the table. It’s been cleared of the dishes and newly set with cards and stacks of chips. A poker game?
You share a look with Violet and she shakes her head in confusion. “I don’t know how to play?”
“I don’t think we’re joining in,” Dahlia mutters.
You swallow and press your palms to your legs. This can’t be good. You count the spots at the table. Eight. Fuck. They are back.
Hela goes around the table and sits along the opposite side. She shuffles the cards calmly as you all stare in dread. She’ll be the dealer for whatever twisted game they have planned.
The first to appear is Ransom. He wears a tux with a deep red jacket. He winks at you as he enters and takes his seat. He greets Hela with a nod as he examines his stack of chips. You notice the different colours, organized together. Hmm…
Bucky and Steve are next. They sit together, the same simple black and white they wore earlier. Andy in a similar classic cut, then Lee with his collar unbuttoned and tie left loose, Loki in a black jacket swirled with emerald, Lloyd with a turtleneck and white jacket, then Curtis, seemingly bothered by his starched shirt. He sends a look over his shoulder to Violet before turning to face the table.
There’s tension in the air as the girls fidget and shift on their heels. You can’t decide if the shoes are intentionally uncomfortable or not. You watch the backs of the men closest and try to pick up on the expression of those who faces you can see.
“Welcome, men, I trust you are enjoying yourselves,” Hela begins, “we have our prizes…” she flutters her fingers towards you and the petals, “so let us proceed, first with the rules, and then we will get into the real fun.
“You will note that you have chips before you, equal stacks in varying colours. The player who bids first will decide which colour the round will be played with. Each colour represents one of our lovely petals,” she explains, “so the man who claims all chips of a single colour will claim his prize. There is no limit to who can win what and how many…”
You bite down as she speaks of you like objects. As if you’re lined up on the Price is Right for the showcase showdown. You look at your feet and suppress your revulsion. This night could go horribly wrong for any and all of you.
You hear chips clacking together and peek up. Lloyd shuffles a stack of chips before him. You feel the heat of his gaze on you and meet his eye with a cringe. Oh god.
“I’ll be coming for your white chips, men,” he taunts as Hela deals.
“Good luck,” Ransom scoffs.
You watch Bucky’s hand as he flips a chip back and forth over his knuckles. You fold your hands to still the jittering. You don’t know why you’re suddenly nervous. You’ve been through it all before. It can’t really be any worse.
“Drinks,” Loki intones, “yes, I always play better with a martini.”
“Oh, very well, Rose, Marigold,” Hela signals, “hurry, hurry.”
The two girls wince and step forward. They nearly trip over each other as they head for the kitchen. Azalea grabs your forearm as she shifts on her heels.
“You okay?” You whisper.
“Dizzy,” she says, “I need…”
You barely keep her from toppling as you catch her around her back. You lean her against the wall and hear a snicker behind you. Lloyd guffaws, “oh, look at her, wilting already. Let me promise you, she comes alive in the sack.”
You want to tell him to shut up but you don’t. You ease Azalea down to sit on the floor. She’s shaking as her breath comes rapidly. She’s hyperventilating. You fan her as her panic flows into you.
“Water,” you rasp, “please.”
“Violet,” Hela drones flatly.
Violet flits away as you try to calm Azalea. You teeter on the edge of doing the same. You don’t know why you feel like this. It’s not like you’re being chased through the woods. There’s just something about this that feels… dehumanizing. Hela’s already sold you to these men but this is an overt show of her trading humans like coins.
Violet returns and offers a glass of water. You get Azalea steady enough to take a drink and you count her breaths for her. You hear the cards flicking, chips clacking, and the low murmur of the men. You touch her forehead and coo at her.
She heaves as her eyes sparkle, “I wanna go home,” she sniffles, “I miss my dad. I miss…” she shakes her head and lets it droop down, “I’m going to die here. I’m never going to see them again.”
“Shhh,” Hela hushes and you whip around to sneer at her. You roll your eyes and turn back to Azalea.
“No,” you whisper, “you’re strong. Stronger than any of us. You can survive. We all have to. We can get through together. Please, Az,” you rub your shoulders, “we can’t lose you too.”
“I don’t want to– I can’t,” she pleads, “I’m done.”
“Azzy,” Violet bends down, “please don’t leave me alone.”
Azalea looks up, her eyes foggy. Her cheek dimples and her head lolls. Violet gets down on her knees and slings her arms around her neck, whispering in her ear as she rocks her. You pull away as they cling to each other.
Violet plants her feet and helps Azalea up. They hold onto each other as they stand and you squeeze Azalea’s arm gently. Dahlia sighs and you glance over at her. For the first time, she looks unsure. She glares at the table but her lips twitch, as if she’s about to cry. She bats her lashes as she fights a wave of tears.
You face the table and look over at Daisy. She hugs herself as she watches the game progress, the men making jokes as they toss chips into the center of the table. That your fate is left to the draw of a few cards, adds to the constant helplessness that floods this house. The hand of luck throttles you, suffocating you as the men fold and raise.
166 notes · View notes
scrpiomoodboards · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
˗ˏˋ college au: steve finally asking you out on a date ´ˎ˗
62 notes · View notes