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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+/MDNI, DARK!rafe, cmnf, mirrors, rafe has a major pain kink, biting, rafe making reader feel unsafe( by a burning cigarette) (but doesn't actually hurt her), dacryphyilia.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 341
𝐀/𝐍: day three of June Jukebox Scribbles by @societynsoelsscribbles!!! Living without internet for a day is a struggle. not recommended. 0/10. Also....this is my first rafe fic hahahhaa meet my new crush everyone🤭
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: “And he shows them pearly white”
⤷June Jukebox Masterlist ⤷Rafe Cameron Masterlist
He looked like a mess—bloody knuckles and bruised skin. But nothing made him feel, not anymore. Not the wounds, not the sting of the antiseptic. Not the burn of the whiskey, and not even the smoke filling his lungs.
Nothing but you.
“Look at us, baby. Don't we look so good?” He grabs your jaw to guide your gaze back to the mirror.
The sight in front of you was beautifully wicked. You, naked and spread on Rafe’s lap, and him fully clothed, a cigarette dangling from his bleeding lips, nursing a drink in one hand, the other holding your jaw in a grip that bothered on painful.
Your eyes drifted to the lit cigarette, the glowing ember dangerously close to your thigh. You squirm, trying to get away, but he just chuckles, finding your poor attempt at escape pathetic.
“Rafe, please…”
His eyes lock onto yours through the mirror, and he shows them pearly whites, mocking you without ever saying a single word.
“Please what?”
“It's gonna hurt me,” you whimper, voice broken and desperate.
“Is it? I bet you won’t like that,” his eyes were dark now. He didn't look like himself, lost in whatever world he claims his own.
He moves the cigarette closer to your skin, draping you in a warmth you never asked for. Scared he'd hurt you, you grab his hand in a weak attempt to stop him, hoping this would bring him back to his senses.
This seemed to work, as he huffs out a laugh, before leaning in to place soft pecks to the side of your neck. You barely had time to calm your rushing heart, thankful he shifted his hand away, when a sharp, excruciating pain filled your nerves.
Your screams were muffled by his huge palm, and you could feel his grin against your skin. He pouts as he looks at your pained features through the reflection, the tears streaming down your face, the mark on your neck that screamed his name.
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I made a server! It's called ChESS (Chris Evans Sebastian Stan) Club. Any writers and readers --- over 18, of course --- can join. It's a chill space for chatting, sharing writing and ideas, whatever. The space was made with CE and SS writers in mind, but just beware that Dead Dove content is allowed and the space was made with dark content writers in mind.
I'm the only mod at the moment so it may take a few hours to get approved if I'm sleeping or reading or daydreaming.
You can ask me for an invite and mutuals of my dears @prayingonmars, @venigrantrogers and @hydrangel1c are more than welcome.
It'll be fun, I promise. I'm super fun.
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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Steve Rogers, the best student in class, knew just the way to help you study.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+/MDNI. [Pussy slapping, clit play, hes being like that on purpose], name calling.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 374
𝐀/𝐍: day one of June Jukebox Scribbles hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles!!!! Coming in strong with my newly found degradation kink hehe🤭
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: “I never understood a single word he said”
⤷June Jukebox Masterlist ⤷Steve Rogers Masterlist
“Say that again, sweetheart.” He purrs against your throat, licking a long stripe up your soft, sweaty skin.
Steve Rogers.
The golden boy with the dark edge. Everyone hated him. But they knew.
Knew he was the best.
"I didn't understand today's lecture..."
"Why? Professor Adler not teaching you right?" He asks with casual ease, as if his fingers weren't inching closer and closer to your bare, dripping pussy.
It was a rule— you want him to teach you, you take off your panties. Simple. Just like all things were for him.
“I— I never understood a single word he said,” you whisper, guilt underlining each word, “because... you sent me your picture.”
You could feel his grin on your skin, shameless and proud, “You're so dumb, baby. One picture and all you could think about was my cock. You're such a filthy slut under all that good girl guise, yeah?”
He lands a quick smack to your cunt, the wet sound echoing in his dorm room. You cry out his name, clutching onto his thick forearm as he soothes the stinging burn with his fingers rubbing soft circles on your throbbing clit.
“My poor, dumb baby loses every thought when she's horny for me, right?”
His words made you burn with shame. As much as you prided yourself for being good, Steve always succeeded to bring out this side in you, the damned side you didn't even know existed.
“Now, why don't you go ahead and read your notes?"
You nod, leaning forward to grab the notes he made you write last week, but couldn't possibly read a single word as he pinches your clit between his fingers, chuckling when you yelp in pain, your body writing to get away from his hold.
“Tsk-tsk… don't move around too much, we haven't got all day.”
Another slap to your pussy. This one much sharper than the last, making your pussy drip down his lap, staining the faded denim.
Not that he'd mind wearing the wetness all day long, showing everyone just how perfect he was even when he was a mess.
“Steve! Please….”
“You beg so pretty, sweetheart. Might just let you suck my cock after you get your questions right…”
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"He asks with casual ease, as if his fingers weren't inching closer and closer to your bare, dripping pussy." My hand literally flew to my mouth and stayed there for the rest of the piece.
You were a virgin before dating Rafe. Sex never really was your interest, so he taught you everything you needed to know, he opened this horizon for you. It started normal, at first, with him talking you through it, preparing you beforehand, pampering you with kisses, even though he was rough with his thrusts, then, he opened up to you about edging, restraining, things you knew boys like him watched on their computers late at night.
You were quite skeptical, but then, knowing he takes care of you, and enjoying sex with him, you thought what is the harm in it. You ended up liking his ministrations, maybe Rafe's plan of turning you into his perfect doll for his desires was working, maybe it was your desire of being a good girlfriend for him. But, when he mentioned CNC, you freaked out. It sounded bad, scary at first, so Rafe explained that it's just the normal sex you two had, but in a forest or in the marsh. Wild. Sexy.
You trusted him, and you wanted Rafe to be pleased by you, so, with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you nodded your head at his suggestion.
That is how you ended up bolting through the willows, heavy breath and wild hair. You hated it already, not knowing where Rafe was, you were sweating and didn't feel sexy or hot at all. Quite the opposite.
When his hand fisted into your hair from behind, you whimpered.
Your back hit his rock-hard chest as he wrapped his bicep around your throat.
"R-Rafe...'m not sure I wa-want this anymore", you choked, exhaling, somehow relieved that this uncomfortable experience would end.
Rafe, however, did not bulge. For three uncomfortable seconds, even his breath steadied, then, he curled his bicep, tightening the chokehold, and pushed your face into the trunk of a three.
You whined, trying to elbow him, but were frozen in place when you felt his hardness poke at you. How could your boyfriend be turned on by you in this state?
Your cheeks were soaked with tears and sweat and your glossy lips with snot and hair sticked to them. But, apparently, Rafe liked that so much, that he fucked you.
Did not stop when you whispered him to stop, did not stop when you cried out in pain, did not stop as you tried to squeeze him out, he was relentless. "You're doin' so good f'me", he praised in your ear. "Be still, don't you want this to be finished quickly?"
When he finally came, you felt your whole body going numb and collapsing in the mud. He pampered you with kisses and pecks, just as he did everytime, except this time, you tried to pull away and cry until no tears would be left.
i'm thinking of making a discord server, would any of you be interested? @hydrangel1c @venigrantrogers @stayonmars we can share our writing, stream movies together, whatever
For 1000 followers, I'd like to do something special and personal. From now until 1 July 2026, send me an ask with your name, a little bit about yourself, and your stalker beloved to recieve a special letter from them.
It'll be scary sweet and short, about 1000 words a piece. Tell me how you met (if you've even met at all), what they like about you. Are they an ex? A friend? An enemy? A stranger?
General guidelines for requests found here. All requests will be answered under the tags 'high on love letters' and 'highon1000' if you're looking for yours. I promise to get to every single one.
First of all, my beloved, congratulations on your 1000 followers! Truly, you deserve them more tham any other blog on this app, and I hope that by now, you know how precious your writing is to me and how deeply I cherish you.
Now, I NEED a letter, more than anything. And also, you know how obsessed I am with ℬrock, so I'll have him, please. I wish for my name to be 𝒜𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋, and I want him as the only ex (scared to date anyone else after him), and it ended badly, because of the age gap and his behavious, and I went no contact.
Other than that, i truly don't know what to say. I want it just disgustingly scary and perverted and yeah, he is messed up
LOVE YOU my baby I KNOW U WONT DISAPPOINT
Dear Angel,
Good on you for turning down that man from the coffee shop — I wouldn’t want to miss your wind down routine because I had to take care of him. He stared at your ass as you left. I appreciate he has taste but I wasn’t amused by this. You’ll have to get used to your new barista for at least a month — I believe it takes six weeks for broken bones to heal.
I hope you don’t feel too bad about it. Trust me, he’s some idiot kid — you don’t wanna know his search history. And you should know he’s a coward, angel. The things you got mad at me for you’d find on his browser, I’ll tell you that much, but he’s a timid little shit, he’d never go through with it. He pissed himself before I’d even cracked his nose.
Try as I might, honey, I really can’t see what you saw in him. I watched you flirt, but I won’t hold it against you — you’re young, you want to see the world, play the field, I get it, I just had to put a stop to it before you went too far. You would have regretted it, trust me.
You might think the breakup was harsh on me but not that much has changed, really — I still watch you breathe, sleep, laugh, just from a distance. And I don’t have to miss the feeling of you squeezing me, baby. You thought it was your period, how cute.
My intention is never to scare you, honey, with anything I do, you’re just a little thick sometimes. You’re so fuckin’ smart except for when you’re not. I just had to give you a little reminder to not get too close. I can’t stop you from windowshopping, but just know if you value a man’s life, leave him alone.
For 1000 followers, I'd like to do something special and personal. From now until 1 July 2026, send me an ask with your name, a little bit about yourself, and your stalker beloved to recieve a special letter from them.
It'll be scary sweet and short, about 1000 words a piece. Tell me how you met (if you've even met at all), what they like about you. Are they an ex? A friend? An enemy? A stranger?
General guidelines for requests found here. All requests will be answered under the tags 'high on love letters' and 'highon1000' if you're looking for yours. I promise to get to every single one.
I have a very special event I want to run as a 1000 follower special and I'm certain you will all be very excited for it. I don't want to spoil anything, but just know you will get to participate! 6 more followers until something really, really special. So, my dear lurkers, follow me for something, let's say... personal.
Here's a list of some fics I've read in february. Some stories may have smut, fluff, angst, and dead dove, so I recommend looking up the warnings. They are all Bucky Barnes fic.
(Almost mid-March, and just now I'm doing this? lol)
Seeping through the cracks by @wildflowersandvibranium
Warnings: SMUT. so much smut. MDNI. Literally just smut. inappropriate use of bucky's tie.
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Conflict of interest by @epiphanyrogers
assassin!bucky barnes x assassin!fem!reader
summary: the rival assassin who took your kill seems very pleased to see you.
warnings/tags: mentions of blood, dead body, modern AU, allusions to sex, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart), 18+ MDNI
word count: 353
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Till you draw blood by @smorgaswhored
thunderbolts!bucky barnes x gun-for-hire!reader
Warnings: fem!reader, 18+ MDNI, smut, violence, hand-to-hand combat, war zone vibes, blood!, brief yearning/angst, slapping away a helping hand (literally and figuratively), mentioned dark pasts, masochism masochism masochism, unprotected and rough p-in-v, dirty talk, cl!t play, yeah ok it’s voyeurism, is that a breeding kink on the horizon too?, pet names (i.e., doll), no use of (y/n).
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Push The Button by @alyofababwa
Summary: Bucky makes drastic moves just to keep in touch.
Warnings: None! Enemies-to-lovers, Fluff.
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Mobbucky by @buckysgirlll
mob!bucky gives you exactly what you’ve been asking for.
warnings: 18+ minors dni, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, bucky is a warning btw, creampie, rough sex, aftercare, daddy kink
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why? by @an-abysma1-0bserver
Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: You and Bucky fight over the state of your relationship.
Warnings: Angsty! I’m sick and feeling like shit. Language (maybe). Do they end it? Lots of angst! Hurt/no comfort. Emotional hurt/no comfort. Whatever else I failed to mention.
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You Don't Know Me (Alt) by @alyofababwa
Summary: You had been inlove with Bucky Barnes for the longest time. But to him, you're just a friend.
Warning(s): ANGST...painful ANGST...and some fluff
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"girls on film." by @54nboo
bestfriend!bucky x bestfriend!fem!reader
summary: when your best friend comes to you asking if you can teach him how to make a girl feel good, you thought he meant simply explaining it to him, but you should’ve known that he’s always been more of a hands-on leaner. and of course you let him film it— how else will he remember what you’ve taught him?
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Vows for James Buchanan Barnes by @littlesarahsstuff
Bucky Barnes × fem!reader
Summary: You wrote your vows to your fiancé, James Buchanan Barnes. And waits for him to return.
Warnings : Major Character Death/ Grief, War Themes / PTSD (implied), Unfulfilled Hope / Tragic Romance, Period-Centric Setting (1940s, WWII), Emotional Angst / Sad Ending
WC: 1,2k
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dad!bucky x female!reader (thanksgiving ver.) by @charliesinbox
Lee Bodecker: Sheriff Bockeder is kind enough to drive you home late at night. The next morning, you decide to thank him with some muffins and a walk.
DEAD DOVE! DO NOT EAT!
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fucked up by @kittiescraft
brother!bucky x sister!reader
Warnings: incest, brother/sister, dubcon, pussyjob, ‘just the tip’, petty arguments during sex, unprotected pinv, accidental creampie, cocky!bucky, angst, reader detaches from reality as a defence mechanism
wc:3k
DEAD DOVE! DO NOT EAT!
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who: stepdad!bucky x stepdaughter!reader by @virtuousthievery
Summary: when did you get hot all of a sudden? i could lick you up and down all day. bucky wants to fuck his stepdaughter... and she might just want him back.
Warnings: stepcest, cheating, breeding kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, no aftercare.
DEAD DOVE! DO NOT EAT!
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Messed up date by @honyskisses
Summary: you ready for your big brother Bucky who’s more than happy to help you get your mind off that shitty date, hon.
Small settlements of nomads spread along the high peaks of The Red Mountains, and therefore, a village named ❜Stonebridge❛ formed.
The mountains were ❜red❛ because of the color of the soil and rocks, that turned into a scarlet shade as the sun settled down, and those rocky cliffs sheltered various people, that nestled their homes there.
You were one of them, living there with your older brother. You were no Lady, but a mere, ordinary girl, yet you found the peace of your soul in the village you called home. Your older brother loved you and enjoyed himself watching you cherish your youth in purity and harmony. Yet—the peace was short-lived, for a white haired prince has decided, out of sadistic boredom, to burn it to ashes.
The villagers called him ❝Brightflame❞, he was from the Targaryen House, yet you paid no mind to the whispers, for you had no interest in politics nor royalty.
Aerion Targaryen was cruel, and his cruelty had various forms, for he was young, with bright visions and an even brighter delusion carved deep within his chest, that he was a dragon, but in human flesh. After he had been scolded by his uncle, prince Baelor, and his father, Aerion decided to achieve something mighty himself, accompanied by a few knights that had followed him out of fear or out of curiosity, and turned his anger to the insignificant group of people—your people.
At dusk, they had passed through The Boneway, a treacherous mountain pass further east. It was narrow, steep, and flanked by high, jagged peaks, and they reached your village.
The elders and the youth, implicitly you, were anything but prepared for the sudden, unprovoked attack, if it could be called that.
The white haired Targaryen arrived in his blackened steel armor with the red enamel flames, and he took his helmet off, his violet eyes scanning the surroundings.
From the red dust that gathered in the sky, formed by the people’s fret, your eyes started watering, and you fell on the ground, disorientated. The skin of your palms tore open, and you hissed, as mud soaked your white, long-sleeved gown. People were screaming, and running around, looking for their children or thwir beloved ones.
You tried to wipe away your tears of shock with the back of your palm, as you desperately turned your head around in search of your brother, yet he was nowhere to be found.
As you tried to raise yourself from the mud, a heavy thud of steel made you fall right back and flinch. The young, handsome prince was now standing high above you, and, when you looked up at him through the acid, salty tears, you swore you could saw his eyes glint like a reptile's. He adored inflicting pain, detecting pain, he admired sorrowness. To sum up, Aerion was mad.
Yet, you did not know that at the time, certainly, so you intended to reason with his human side. A whine tore itself from your throat, as you placed your hands on either side of your hips, in the mud, and whispered a ❝please❞ up to the man that seemed to have your life at his mercy.
A smirk decorated his features, and in an instant, his hand shot down and wrapped itself around your throat. Aerion pulled your face upwards, until your noses almost brushed, and he inhaled the scent of your tears that stained your cheeks and neck.
Afterwards, he released you with a push, and ordered, ❝I want this one in my tent❞. When none of the knights or soldiers complied, he shouted, ❝Now!❞
A pair of strong arms forced you on your feet, by hauling you up by your upper arms. The fight or flight mode started to kick in, following the adrenaline that shot through your veins, and you struggled in the iron grip. ❝Let me go, please! I di-didn't do anything...❞, you cried, hoping for an ounce of mercy.
It occured to you that no mercy will be shown, when you were thrown on your ass, over some scratchy furs, and your hands tied to your back on a pile of wood that sustained the royal tent.
The restraints rubbed your wrists raw, and you managed to settle your terrified breaths and your shaking body. Where was your brother? What were to happen with you? All these questions buzzed through your mind, and you started shaking even harder.
After a couple of minutes, or maybe even hours, the tent entrance was thorn open by the Prince. You flinched, and your hair cupped either side of your face, almost as if it was shielding you from the demon that appeared.
Aerion tore his armor off, and threw it on the ground, somewhat close to your tied form, and he ripped off his shirt as well. His boots and pants followed, and he left himself naked in front of you. You scrunched your eyes shut, not being used to this kind of boldness. He rested his toned arms on the wooden table in front of him, and after a few moments of silence, Aerion dipped his fingers into the bowl of water before him and splashed it over his face and neck.
❝What is your name?❞, he questioned you, voice booming in the odd quietness of the tent. You kept your lips sealed, and your eyes shut—as if that could save you from ❛Brightflame❜ himself.
❝I suppose I shall call you whore then, if you have no tongue to answer❞. His casual tone made you flinch, and your eyes darted to him, at long last.
Aerion crouched down next to you, and it was like you were hypnotized by his cold orbs.
He rose his hand to play with a strand of your hair, and when you took in the dried blood that adorned his fingers, you gasped and flinched away from his hold.
❝Worry not, it is not mine❞, he chuckled at you. You were not worried for him, but for yourself, for your sibling, for your neighbours...
❝Wh-why...?❞, you dared to ask him, voice breaking as he wore a stern look on his features now.
❝Why did I attack you? Oh, well, because I could. I uphold this power, and you, mere people, simply do not❞, he tilted his head, explaining his murderous deeds as it was as clear as daylight.
A sob escaped your lips and you looked down, at your thighs. ❝I have not even put a finger on you yet, girl❞, Aerion states, somehow amused by your fright.
He cut your restraints and ordered you to get up. Your feet trembled as you tried to steady yourself onto them.
Aerion stood behind you, and his fingers gripped the fabric of your thin gown, ripping it off of your body with ease. His hands came from behind and groped both of your breasts. You whined, more tears cascading down the skin of your flesh. Your teeth caught your lower lip, in attempt to muffle your cries.
❝Ah, ah, let me hear you❞, Aerion muttered against the skin of your shoulder, one of his hands coming up to grip your jaw, releasing your chest. ❝I said I wanted to hear your sounds, whore, so come on. Cry for me❞, he ordered, forcing your legs apart.
❝N-no, please, not li-like this. It will hurt, stop—❞, you pleaded with panic, but the cruel prince ignored it, his tip nudging your folds. Aerion pinched the skin of your hip, and you sobbed, as he attempted to enter your cunt.
❝I will fuck you like this, and it will hurt, but you will take it❞. Your feet rose off the ground when he thrusted his thick lenght into you.
❝You will grow fond of this, sweetheart. It is an honour, after all, to serve a dragon❞, Aerion moaned, placing a rough, sloppy kiss against your pulse point.
fuck, you know i'm blown away every single time. you truly are such a great writer, even beyond how well you write this disturbing subject matter -- you truly are on calibre with great horror authors of the 21st century, i really hope one day you persue that avenue.
"From the red dust that gathered in the sky, formed by the people’s fret, your eyes started watering, and you fell on the ground, disorientated." Such vivid and apocolyptic imagery, god, it's amazing.
