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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Pretty Petals 10

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: Reblog with your reaction via an Office meme (actual feedback also welcome)

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. 💖

You squeal as Ransom tosses you on the bed. His strength surprises you as you bounce on the mattress, hands still bound together as they settle on your stomach. You writhe as he unbuttons his shirt, a Hawaiian style tee with D&G stamped all over. You push yourself away from him with your heels.

"I didn't do anything–" you wilt.

"Oh, I know, baby," he strips off the shirt, revealing his broad chest, "this isn't a punishment… unless you make it one."

You suck in a breath and curl your nails into your palms in horror. You turn onto your stomach, planting your elbows and knees as you try to crawl away. He catches your ankles and hauls you back with a tisk.

"Now, Lily Pad, don't be that way," he flips you and drags your legs over the edge. He grabs your shoulders and sits your up, thumbs hooking under the straps of your stop, "I like you, you don't want me to change my mind, got it?"

You gulp and flick your lashes, a quiver on your lip as you remember his orders, "yes, sir, I'm sorry."

"Let me tell you," he says as he rips down your top and you exclaim in shock, your tits popping up over the fabric as it gathers beneath, "that silicone is nothing compared to the real thing."

You wince and nearly fall back as he fondles your tits. He hums as he squeezes them, kneading the flesh, feeling the weight, as if appraising you. He moves his hand to frame your chest and circles your nipples with his thumbs, stoking them to hard buds.

"God, I love your tits," he snarls, "gotta admit, that's what won me over about you, Lily," he lowers himself to his knees, urging his way between yours. Your tremble as he watches himself playing with you, "I bet they taste as good as they look."

He shocks you as he bows his head and kisses your chest. He nips at you, trailing along the curve as he pushes your tits together around his face. He wiggles his head, purring in delight.

His lips tickle down to your nipple and he swirls his tongue around before sucking. The pressure plucks in your spine and further down, drawing a gasp from you.

He makes sloppy and desperate noises as he moves between your tits, doting on each, greedy hands and a needy mouth. You turn your head away as you try to fight the startling sensation storming in your core. You don't want it to feel good.

"You really are delicious, Lily," he breathes against you, "fuck, look at you," he squeezes again as he pulls back. "I want you to think, right now, about how nice I've been… and how mean I could be." He continues to grope you as he speaks, "work with me and I can keep those other creeps away, how's that sound?"

You inhale as your skin prickles. You nod slowly, "yes, sir."

"Good girl," he trails his hand up your neck and grabs your chin, "don't make me change my mind."

He lets go and you drop your head. His hands fall onto your thighs and he pushes himself to his feet. He steps out of his Gucci loafers, kicking them away as he tugs at his belt buckle. You stare at your lap, metering you breath as your heart races.

He shoves his shorts down and the motion of his hand blurs in your peripheral as he grabs his dick and pumps. He steps closer again and grabs the back of your head. He lurches you further over the edge as he groans and forces you to look at him.

"This is all you, Lily," he rasps, "aren't you proud of yourself? Got me desperate like a teen over here."

You bat your lashes, eyes glistening and look up at him. He smirks and tilts his head, "dammit, that look right there," his hand slips down to your jaw, "you're so fucking innocent, lily pad, I can't fucking help myself."

He presses his bulging tip to your lips, a tide of disgust sear through your veins. The slight glimmer of moistness there adds to your discomfort but there is no resistance. It isn't just him. There are seven other men to bring their wrath upon you.

You part your lips and let him in. You hold back a gag as he happily slips inside with an elongated drone. He pushes in only to pull back, rocking in and out, only halfway as your spit wets his length.

He dips deeper, little by little, until he's prodding at your reflex. His hand falls to rub your throat, coaxing himself from the outside as he forces pat the barrier. You choke and try to puff through your nose. You can't get a breath out as he blocks your airway, his pelvis meeting your mouth and smearing with spit.

When he relents, you suck in a gulp eagerly, only to be suffocated again, again, dizzy as he fucks the breath out of you. He has you dangling from his grasp as your eye roll back, your face stained in saliva, lips puffy and gaping around him. He eases you off of him and you heave noisily, coughing as you choke on your own spit.

"Fuck," he releases your lolling head and you fall back flat on the mattress.

He swiftly climbs over you, jostling as he straddles your stomach and smushes your tits together. He slides his dick between them, bucking as he pleasures himself against your warm flesh. You close your eyes as a tremor rolls through you. The humiliation bubbles in your stomach, adding to the sickening curdle there.

"God, god," he stops himself, shuddering as he digs his nails into your skin "I–" he exhales and grunts "you almost made me cum already, baby."

He backs off you, snickering as he pinches your thigh, "no baby, you don't get off that easy."

He turns and searches the bin still sitting on the table, the contents messy and some missing. He fishes out the bullet vibe and makes a show of admiring it. He approaches you and grabs your hands, pressing it into your palm.

"Babe, if there's one thing you need to know about me, I'm the kinda guy who likes to be served, not the other way around." He raps his knuckles on your hip, "get on up."

He pulls you up as you awkwardly grip the vibe in your cuffed hand. He guides you to your feet and takes your place on the bed, flopping down as his dick bobs up against his stomach. He pats the muscles there and lets his fingers dance.

"Hop on, baby," he taunts, "I'm sure you can figure out what to do with that."

You hesitate, staring at him a moment. He's right, he's not unattractive. He's built well, a body that makes you almost insecure. You peek down at the tapered end of the toy and try to still the shaking in your hands.

You struggle for balance as you obey, lofting your knees onto the bed and angling along his side. You lift your leg and he latches on to keep you from toppling. He helps guide you and you lean your hands on his stomach, staring at the constriction in his through that tense in his shoulders. An anticipation to mirror your dread.

You twitch and he urges you down, tugging aside your bottoms as he leads his tip along your folds. You still ache from earlier, the unwelcome intrusion of silicon still tender inside you. You let out a whimper as he braces your hips and shoves you down onto him. You cry out as he impales you at once and you hiss through your teeth.

"Fuck, you're so tight," his thumbs poke into your sides, "how's a cunt like yours go unfucked for so long?"

You shy away, turning your face down as he purrs.

"Go on, fuck me," he snarls, "may as well try out that toy…again."

You murmur and tilt your hips slowly, the strain inside you sending you to whine. It hurts just as much as before, if not worse. The angle of him has the pressure dull across your back and thighs.

You rock, slowly, and fumble with the toy, moving your trapped hands to poke along your cunt. It's hard to keep your body in rhythm as you roll the silicon searchingly. The buzz suddenly ripples through you as you touch your clit, a thrill that nearly stills your tempo.

His growls float into your ears as you keep your motion steady. You pant as your heart beats even harder, a surge of heat flowing from your core. You squeak and whine as tendrils coils up your body.

"That's it, baby, you're doing good," he coos as he drags his hands up to your chest, groping you once more, "fuck you ride me like a champ."

Your tongue pops out as you try to ignore, try to pretend you're alone, that he's someone else, someone who loves you, or that you love. Not this man using you, ordering you around like a servant.

"You're gonna cum already?" He teases, "come on, you can do it, lily pad, I feel you shak–"

You throw your head back and moan, legs quaking as the fiery flow turns to an icy gush. Your hips buck spasmodically and you flatten the toy against your clit. You ride out the waves until you're weak.

You're paralysed by the pulsing pleasure, the aftershock that has you twitching. You nearly fall over as he sits up suddenly. Your eyes flutter open as Ransom hooks his arms under your knees, raising them up as he sidles to the edge of the bed.

He stands with you still around him. His strength ensnares you, frightens you with how easily he carries you across the room. He pushes he curtains out of the way with his shoulders as he pins you to the window. The one that looks out onto the deck, putting you on display for the voices you hear on the other side.

"That's it, Lily Pad, let them all see how good a girl you are," he ruts into you, "and how good I fuck you. Huh?"

He rams his hips against you, shaking the long pains as you're crushed helplessly, arms bent between you as the vibe rattles against his chest.

"Louder," he demands, "louder, Lily, let it out–"

You cry out as he fucks you without restraint, your pelvis thrumming, insides battered by the onslaught, skin singed by the unseen witnesses behind you. You shut the world out with your eyelids and babble, giving into your body. You can't fight. There's too many. It's too much.

💐

You lay in ruin. Physically, mentally, spiritually. All this was supposed to make you better but all you've become is a pathetic excuse of a person. Barely more than a doll to be bent and posed to his desires.

He leaves you carelessly when he's done. He dressed, not a word, not a glance in your direction. He leaves the door open, exposing you to the house. You tremble atop the messy blankets, too weak to cover yourself.

You shield yourself from reality, folding your cuffed arms around your head. You shut your eyes and quaver shallowly against the pillow. The sudden brush of akin along your back makes you wince and cry out.

"Please, no more…" you eke out and curl up.

"It's me," Rose draws her hand away, "it's okay…"

"It's not. It won't ever be," you sniffle.

"I want to help. Get you cleaned u–"

"Rose," a deep voice carries from the door and has you flinching, "what are you doing?"

"Sir, please," she shifts behind you, "I just want to help her get to the shower. She… she's scared."

"That's not your responsibility," he says flatly.

"I'm sorry, sir," she utters and you cringe at her subservience, they already have you all trained so well, "but… she's my friend–"

"She belongs to Ransom," he insists.

"But, but– wouldn't you want someone to help me?"

"Rosie, let's not–"

"Andy," she says his name, "please, I'll… I'll be good for you but I can't leave her. Look at her."

A sigh, exasperated. Deliberate footsteps across the room. You cower and stay hidden between your arms.

"Go start a bath," Andy orders.

Rose quickly hops off the bed and scurries to do as told. Thick arms lifting you. You shake as Andy cradles you without effort. He's just as big as the rest, just as scary, just as strong.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he promises as he carries you around the room, "he's not the nicest, is he?"

You say nothing, whimpering instead. He sits you down on the closed toilet seat and unclasps the cuffs. He doesn't remove them though, instead turning his attention to your twisted bikini top.

The faucet splashes water into the basin as Rose nears, standing behind Andy as she watches nervously. He stands you up and rolls your equally disheveled bottoms, his fingers grazing down your legs. You don't miss the subtle wisp from his throat.

"Come on, beauty, let's get you in the tub," he guides you to the porcelain and lets you lean on him as you step over the side. He lowers you down as you let him gratefully. "You feel better?"

You nod as you recline and try to cover yourself, even if the thought of modesty is laughable in this place.

"Can I stay with her?" Rose asks, touching his arm, both breaking his focus on you and softening his stature, "I'm worried."

"You can't be alone," he says, “those are the rules."

"Then you stay too," she barters, "sir, the others, they're not all as nice as you."

You watch her. You understand what she's doing. It's what Hela did to all of you. She soothed your suspicions with gentle words, praised you to bring your walls down. You all learned something after all.

"Fine," he seats himself on the bench between the counter and the cabinet.

Rose comes over and bends a leg over the square edge of the trim around the tub. She takes a bottle and drizzles some of the clear liquid under the running water, bubbles forming by your toes. She caps it and returns it to the ledge.

"I always liked bubble baths," she says, "when I feel down. Or I've had a rough day."

Your cheeks draw as tears glaze your eyes once more, "thank you."

"That's what friends do," she touches your shoulder kindly, "right?"

"Yes, it is," you agree, the presence behind her stifling the conversation.

"Kiss her," Andy's voice startles both of you.

"What? Sir–" she looks over her shoulder.

"Just a little one," he grips one knee, "you're friends right?"

She stares at him then gives a small nod. She faces you again and mouths an apology. You meet her eyes with an expression that assures her you're scared too. She leans in and presses her lips to hers, a quick peck.

"More," Andy demands as he parts.

"I'm sorry, sir, I just… haven't kissed many–"

"You weren't so shy last night, put some tongue into it," he orders.

You reach and touch her knee. She turns back to you and bends over again. She bows down and you tilt your head back. You kiss her, opening your mouth as you welcome her in, hum of surprise from both of you as your tongue swirl together.

"Mmm, that's it, Rose, such a sweet one," Andy hums.

When at last she pulls away, she makes distance by twisting off the tap. Tension hangs over you as you avoid looking at each other.

"Why don't you get her all cleaned up then?" He asks, "scrub her down good."

Neither of you hesitate. You sit up and grab the sponge, handing it over to her.

"It's okay," you whisper.

"It's okay cause I told you to do it," Andy snarls, "now come on, girls, bath time."

Rose doesn't peek back at him as he spreads his legs wide. She lifts her legs over the edge and sinks into the water with you, still in her bathing suit. You get to your knees as she lathers up the sponge. You share a gaze of commiseration before she touches you, both quivering in shame.

Just get through it. That's all you can do.

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emkini · 1 year

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heyy I read towards the sun the other day bc I saw you mention it and it fucked. so ty!!!! if you feel like it, do you have other atla recs? 👀

Ohohoh do I

Notes:

I tend to be primarily a zuko-centric gen fic enjoyer in the atla fandom so that's what most of these are gonna be!

Pretty much every author on this list has a bunch of stellar works and I'd recommend checking out all of their ao3 profiles, but these are just some of my personal favorites!

I've been having a Rough Time™ lately, so most of my faves fall on the soft and squishy side– if you're looking for heavy angst I do not have much of it 😔

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Salvage (complete) by @muffinlance is by the same author as Towards The Sun and a fandom classic at this point; I cannot recommend it enough. Summary: Mid-Season-One Zuko is held for ransom by Chief Hakoda. Ozai's replies to the Water Tribe's demands are A+ Parenting. Hakoda is… deeply concerned, for this son that isn't his, and who might be safer among enemies than with his own father.

The Fire Nation Yacht Club series (reads as complete) by @sword-and-stars gives me all the emotions. Summary: Sokka knows three (3) things: 1. The caldera is on fire. 2. Ozai’s really, really dead (and so is his daughter). 3. The only one having a worse day is probably Zuko. / Everyone has their breaking point. This is what happens after you’ve broken. In which healing is a process and also it kind of sucks.

For Hearth and Home (complete) is another classic fic by the same author (honestly just check out all of their work, it's all stellar) that I absolutely adore. Summary: There’s a child underneath Fire Lord Zuko’s desk. He doesn’t realize this until he sits down and tiny hands wrap themselves around his ankles, and Fire Lord Zuko definitely does not shriek and backpedal away at the unexpected touch. He definitely does do that but Gou, the single guard he’s agreed to let shadow him, is kind enough not to mention it.

Mountains and Badgermolehills (complete) by Glass_Onion is an incredibly fun and well-written romp of a read. Summary: After the Blue Spirit frees the Avatar from the Pohuai Stronghold, Admiral Zhao captures Prince Zuko under suspicion of treason. Isolated from his Uncle and his crew, Zuko has only one ally: the chatty prisoner one cell over.

The Art of Burning (incomplete, ongoing) by @hella1975 is superb- lots of angst, lots of emotions, and lots of memes. Summary (excerpt): In a warring land, the Water Tribe forgave the enemy in an act of defiance. For this, he was torn from them, and this time, his wounds won't heal so easily.

Embers (complete) by Vathara is another fandom classic– one I have not yet been able to finish because dear god is it long. like holy shit. Very dense and plot-heavy and an incredible read if you're a lover of worldbuilding and fantasy politics. Summary: Dragon's fire is not so easily extinguished; when Zuko rediscovers a lost firebending technique, shifting flames can shift the world...

where the stars do not take sides (complete) by WitchofEndor is a very sweet and interesting canon divergence fic, and of course as always I am a SUCKER for the fire siblings being close. Such a sucker. Summary: When Azula is nine, she becomes an only child. She hears the Fire Lord call for Zuko's life, and in the morning, her mother and brother are gone. Azula may be young, but she isn't naive. She knows what happened to them. Which makes it all the more surprising when Azula tracks the Avatar down and fights his group of peasant friends, only to find herself staring into an eerily familiar face.

Honor & Vengeance on the High Seas (complete) by @paramouradrift is a very fun read– I haven't finished it yet but if you love boats, pirate Zuko, and angry teenagers being gay and doing crime, I guarantee you'll have a good time. Summary: Zuko was banished, but instead of devoting his life to finding the Avatar to regain his honor he gave in to his spite and became a pirate against Ozai.

And the world, still so wild, called to me (I was lost, I’d been kept on my knees) (complete) by delightfullydiscordant– An Aang-centric fic that hurts my HEART Summary (excerpt): A study in grief and loss, in anger and hate.

a viper-lizard's tales (incomplete, ongoing) by Yumi_Take is really sweet and very fun; it has a simple but unique and interesting prose style that I really like. Summary: The desert sun burns and Zuko probably shouldn't touch the moving cloth, but he does anyway.

#ask #anonymous #fic recs #atla

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little-peril-stories · 1 year

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LPS: Blog (Re)Intro

Little Peril Stories | Kate | adult | she/her

Masterlists:

The Queen of Lies (ongoing): AU for The Prince of Thieves—sheltered, rich sad girl meets snarky criminal; chaos ensues; whumpy, Victorian forbidden love vibes with a side helping of angst and girl power

The Court of Rogues (work in progress): sequel to The Prince of Thieves; details to come 2024.

The Prince of Thieves (complete): guy and gal get arrested and tormented by super cool, totally normal constable while pals on the outside freak out and make bad decisions; fun 1800s prison vibes with a side helping of angst and chosen family

Blood Garnet (side WIP, low priority): girl gets lost in magic woods and gets chased by her hapless cousin and a grump hunter; awkward magic man tries to help; supernatural(ish) romantasy vibes with a side helping of angst and betrayal

Man of Letters (UNRESOLVED; part of Whumptober 2023): awkward scholar boi tries to save the girl he falls in love with and gets way more than he bargained for; light romantasy paired with heavy emo vibes, with a side of helping of angst and torture

Fen and Freddie (complete): gal gets kidnapped, dopey cinnamon roll with hopeless crush tries to rescue her and fails; vague superhero sci-fi vibes with a side helping of angst and pining

The Curiosity Collector (complete): sweet non-confrontational magic boy gets kidnapped and needs rescuing by bf and sis; witchy, autumnal vibes with a side helping of angst and falling in love

✨ Check out: OC & WIP extras (mood boards, lyrics inspo, tag game creations, and more!)

This is a whumpblr/writeblr space! Sometimes I’ll post/reblog writerly posts, memes, etc., but a lot of the posts/RBs will be about whump. I post original writing and reblog the work of others that I enjoy, gifs, tropes, prompts, and other such things.

I’m down with asks and tag games but may not respond right away. If I seem to ignore you, it’s not personal, it just means real life is taking priority at that moment.

I love comments and feedback on my writing and welcome them with open arms.

A note on age: I know I can’t actually stop you from accessing this blog, but I do not wish to interact with people under 18. It’s not personal, I’m sure you’re great, but it has everything to do with my job IRL. Please respect this boundary and come back on your 18th birthday.

Check out: My Most Common Tropes

My favourite elements of whump have to do with power dynamics, intimidation, dread, and angst. I love captivity-with-a-cause: kidnapping for ransom or as leverage over someone else, prison (in fantasy or historical settings, less so for modern settings though it’s not a hard rule), and the like. Fantasy presents so many creative versions of this trope, so I do love me some fantasy whump! It also gives lots of opportunity for dungeons, shackles, and other fun implements like that. Gratuitous tying or chaining up is always delightful to see. Pining, desperately trying to protect a loved one (…and failing), and self-sacrifice are other big tropes I love, so expect to see lots of those!

As for characters, I love it when they are as far as you can get from perfect, pure, and innocent—when they’re good enough people, but whose flawed or maybe even problematic decisions lead them into trouble. Always, always, I want my characters to have a hand in their own fates. Pure-hearted victims of the narrative who simply fall into a whumpy situation are cute and fun, but not what I tend to write.

A few odds and ends I’m such a sucker for, so you’ll probably find them in my writing:

Sibling relationships

Allusions to songs, books, folklore, and musicals

Nature and weather helping to set the scene (oh my goodness, how many times can I work snow into one story?)

If romance, either slow burn or instant attraction

…with a sprinkling of “huh, I don’t understand what I’m feeling, wtf is going on??”

‘In the nick of time’ rescues

Painfully awkward moments

Fluff and comfort, but only once they’ve really earned it

Almost kisses

Hard choices

Happy endings

You probably won’t find much gore or explicit noncon here, but there might be some elements of those in my stories or in reblogs. I don’t write BBU or pet whump.

My original “whumpy things I like” post can be found here.

Anyway, thanks for reading! 💕 Happy whumping!

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