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 stories are intended for an 18+ audience. Minors please DNI.
Requests are closed but my asks are always open! Come riff with me or send asks/what ifs about any of my works! But no NSFW GIFs, please and thank you! 💜
🖤 Dark 🩶 Soft!Dark 😥 Angst 🥵 Smut 🥹Fluff ⭐️New/Updated
Trapped AU
Andy keeps telling you how lucky you are that he chose you to be his wife. 🖤 😥
You'd Be Like Heaven to Touch
You can't believe your luck when you find the perfect house for cheap. 🖤🥵
Head Over Heels
All Cole wants is someone to share eternity with. He won't stop looking until he finds them.
Never Let You Go
You rent a tiny cabin to have an isolated respite from your hectic life. You weren't expecting the rental's proprietor, Cole. 🖤
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? 😥🥵
Heads Will Roll series
Training to be a slayer becomes even more difficult when you must hit the road with two hunters for your own safety.
Luck Be a Lady
Desperate for money, you accept a job as a cocktail waitress at an underground casino. You think you know what you're doing, but when you meet Curtis, will you realize you're in over your head? 🩶🥵
Still Life series
Curtis has been volunteering as a foster alpha for three years now. He's never seen a case this bad... 😥
Drabbles & Headcanons
Curtis + soft!dark + soothe 🖤
Curtis Takes the Snowpiercer 🖤🥵
Curtis + Possessive 🥵
Just Part of the Process - I Know I Should Know Better AU - Actor!Curtis Everett x PA!Reader 😥
These Days - estranged brothers Curtis and Andy 😥
Family Affair - angsty brothers Curtis and Colin 😥
One + One is Two - A collection of Single Dad Curtis snippets and drabbles 🥹⭐️
Heads Will Roll series
Training to be a slayer becomes even more difficult when you must hit the road with two hunters for your own safety.
Drabbles & Headcanons
Relax
A Merry Little Christmas
Killing Moon
When you and your boyfriend steal something without fully realizing who you are stealing from, you're sent on a cross-country adventure by an ally you're pretty sure you shouldn't trust.
Giving Me a Thrill
A few years after your divorce, a friend gives you a nudge to try something new.
Psycho Killer AU
A drunken dare and chance encounter jump-starts a whole new life. 🖤🥵
Dance Hall Days - Steve Rogers x Ransom Drysdale
Ransom meets a man in a bar who seems like he'll be fun for a night or two 🖤🥵😥
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. 😥⭐️
I'm Feeling Like I Never Should
It's bad enough you've been forced to be at this charity gala, but now you have to deal with your ex, Ransom.
Lips Like Sugar
Finally cut off by his mother and grandfather, Ransom has to find a new way to access the lifestyle he's accustomed to. He figures it won't be too hard to find some rich old lady willing to bankroll him in exchange for sex. You aren't exactly what he expected.
Drabbles & Headcanons
Jealous Ex Ransom
Sequel 🥵
End
No Way of Knowing - More Than This What If 😥
Voices Carry - Estranged brothers Ransom and Lloyd 😥
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 series
Your vacation comes to an end when a powerful and mysterious man gets his first taste. 🖤🥵
Dance Hall Days - Steve Rogers x Ransom Drysdale
Ransom meets a man in a bar who seems like he'll be fun for a night or two
All Things Go series
It's been a few months since Steve was pulled out of the ice and immediately had to fight aliens with the newly formed Avengers. He is doing fine with all that, all things considered. Which is why he's so upset when he's suddenly benched from missions and forced to welcome a support omega into his home. He's fine! 😥
Close to Me miniseries
You're in desperate need of a fake boyfriend and this handsome stranger looks friendly enough to ask. But when it's done, he might need you to return the favor.
Drabbles & Headcanons
Arranged Marriage Steve Headcanon
Tell Me One Thing - More Than This What If 😥
What if Reader was into it? - What You Can Do For Your Country What If 🖤
We're All Monsters
Multi-character, multi-reader vampire AU 🖤😥🥵
The Rogers Academy for Exceptional Wives
Multi-character, multi-reader wife training AU 🖤😥🥵⭐️
Match RG Dom to a tool of destruction: ring gag, collar with nipple clamps, tentacle dildo
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It's only Monday! Why is everyone attacking me with horny? (I say, as I interact and reply with horny messages and fics, lol)
You've picked quite a set of tools, Anon 😳
ring gag - Ari
Not only as a tool to quiet his bratty submissive, but for the whole creatively evil side of him that loves to wreck you with helplessness with a side of humiliation. He'd put the ring gag in your mouth, then bend you over, face-forward to the club members, so everyone can watch you drool and make incoherent sounds as Ari toys with you. Ring gag often is associated with mouth fucking, but Ari rarely is so predictable. Yes, he would put his fingers in your mouth, fuck your mouth with them... then stretch your ass with those wet fingers and listen to your gurgling sounds of pain-pleasure.
collar with nipple clamps - Ransom
Collaring as a mark of bond and ownership fits more other couples, but I treat is here as a means of play. Ransom would put a pretty collar around your neck, with nipple clamps attach to it with thin chains. Which he of course traps your poor nipples in, keeping your upper half naked and on display. He might let you stay partially covered below, with a frilly apron. Then makes you play a waitress/maid for him, doing all the tasks with those clamps on, and touching you every given opportunity. Absolutely drives you mad and wet.
tentacle dildo - Andy
Now listen, the most fitting would be Lloyd, or Curtis and Bucky. HOWEVER, I'm just frothing at the mouth at the idea of our classy Dom doing something so unexpected that absolutely wrecks Birdie's mind and body. He's all composed, elegant if ruthless type of Dom, you're an eager but shy sweetheart who is adventurous to a limit. But he saw the monster romance book one of your subby friends gave you, as well noticed how flustered you got as you read some of the parts. He gets a pretty glass dildo, shaped like a tentacle with all the ridges and suction cups details. And he's going to enjoy every second of using it on you - from the way your eyes go so sooo big when you see it for the first time, to the way you squirm when he rubs it between your legs, the glazed-over glint in your eyes when he fucks you with it.
I could also see some of these combining 👀 Steve and Curtis in an established relationship, being Alphas and heading an organized crime outfit together, and you hit on one of them at the club, which obviously draws their attention fully to a sweet omega who decided to be make the first step, so they basement wife you - a stage to condition you to being their perfect breeding toy - and they make out a lot in front of you.
🧚🏻♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now (if you feel inspired) you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + “Shhh, don’t cry, you’ll learn to love it here, I know you will.”
hi siri! forgive me for sitting on this a few days, i absolutely adored this prompt (seriously, thank you for sending it <33) and wanted to give it the thought it deserved... however, then i came up with several ideas and even after a few days my indecisive ass couldn't pick one, so i'm going to put it to a vote to hopefully help me decide!!
Mob AU
reader is victim of the classic wrong place, wrong time. CE!babe (mob enforcer) pulls you out of the crossfire, saving your life, but now you've seen too much to just be let go. "fortunately" for you, his boss thinks you're far too pretty to be disposed of. less fortunately, the boss’ solution is to make you his wife. CE!babe who saved you becomes your keeper, the one who finds you mid escape attempt, and absolutely the last person who should have a soft spot for his boss's new "fiancee".
dark themes | forbidden feelings | eventual smut
Dark Beauty and the Beast AU
CE!babe is a mean prince cursed by a witch. trapped on his estate, unable to leave until someone falls in love with him. he’s been isolated for years when your father wanders onto his grounds. you arrive to trade yourself for your father’s freedom. and CE!babe is so pleased, because a pretty young thing like you is exactly what he needs to break the curse. he’ll make sure of it.
stockholm syndrome | dubcon | gaslighting/manipulation
Medieval AU
you're a princess shipped off to marry CE!babe king you've never met, arriving at a foreign court days before the wedding. new place, no one you know, and the certain knowledge that in a matter of days you'll share a bed with a stranger. CE!babe is kind but immovably certain in the way that powerful men are: you'll adjust, you'll be a good queen, you'll learn to love it here. on your wedding night he's patient and inevitable in equal measure - "i won't rush you, but i will have you."
arranged marriage | virginity loss | eventual feelings
i decided not to share which CE!babe i've tentatively assigned each fic, as i didn't want that to influence the voting. but also because i'm intrigued to know what CE!babe people would assign to the fic of their choosing - please let me know!!
DARK BEAUTY & THE BEAST!!!!! I slapped that vote button so fast lolll. Although the mob scenario was a very close second 😮💨 Can’t wait to see the end result! ❤️
AHHHHH icl, the dark beauty and the beast did have me when i thought of it, and it might have to be added to the WIPs list either way (who am i kidding these are all gonna end up on my WIPs list bc i have no self control)
Aaaaaaaaaaa! All three of these sound so good! But no one will be surprised at all to hear that I'm incapable of resisting an arranged marriage story. Kind but immovable is such a good combination for a little angst and I just can't say no to that.
"We talk of wild animals, but the wildest animal is man." - Gilbert K. Chesterton
Previous Part
Warnings: Original Work (Science Fiction), Aliens, implied Abduction, Captivity, Dark Themes, Power Imbalance, Dubious Consent (Touching, Voyeurism), Slow Burn, Misplaced Anger/Aggression. Minors do not interact (18+).
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Log Date 53492Willow5
Sedative in male subject metabolized. Waking imminent. Observation to begin with minimal keeper interference. Female subject shows no signs of territorial tendencies. Indicators of curiosity observed toward male subject. Compatibility to be assessed.
“Fuck!”
The shout jolts you from your sleep. Your heartbeat spikes. You shoot up to sit. The hammock rocks beneath you. You shriek and cling to the sides hoping to still it before you capsize and plummet to your death.
“Who’s there?!” The voice, rough and gristly, barks from below. The man in the box awake and alert.
Carefully, you peek over the side of the hammock, hung higher in the air than you’re willing to acknowledge. From above, you can’t get a clear view into the cage, but you can see a vague figure pacing behind the frosted cover. If you squint.
You shimmy over the side of the fabric and turn your attention to climbing rung by rung down the rope ladder. Your hands ache from your tight grip. But you wanted to be closer, just in case.
Once your feet finally plant themselves on solid ground again, you turn toward the box. The pane clears at your proximity. And the man inside pauses.
With a slow look up and down your body, he assesses you.
Your hand raises. “Hi.”
His brow furrows, a deep crease carved between them. His lips bend in an unfriendly frown.
You start to introduce yourself, ignoring his surly countenance. Only to be interrupted.
“Where the fuck am I?”
You flinch at his tone, stepping to the side and turning your shoulder toward him. “They take care of us here,” you explain with a nod and a small smile. Your arms wrap behind your back. Fingers pick at your skin. “I’ve never seen outside. But,” you pause, letting your own brow pinch, “I think being here is better than the alternative.” You gesture toward the right side of the window. Past which you can only speculate that humans are bred and bought as…pets? Gods, you hope that’s all.
The man lets a long, slow breath push past his lips. His shoulders roll and you let yourself look as his gaze casts to the side.
He’s taller than you, his shoulders broad. His whole body muscled in that soft, unflexed way. His strength just beneath the surface of flesh decorated with ink. His hair is shaved close to his skull on one side, prickly like a cactus. The rest of his hair is longer, brushing his shoulder in a muddy brown wave. His beard is the same color, but wilder, not as well-kept. He rubs an agitated hand over the shaved side of his head, the scratch filling your ears as he huffs. Fierce grey eyes flash to you, piercing.
“Why am I in a cage?” he asks, low tone gritting in his throat. He charges closer toward the wall of his box.
“I—” You lick your lips, head shaking, “I don’t know.”
He huffs another breath through his nose. His irritation lines his face, fierce like a snarling wolf.
His fist raises before you can say more, slamming into the transparent pane between you. You jump, a hop away from the box, and it frosts over again.
The clunky arrival of breakfast reaches your ear. Your stone table laden with a plate. You approach. Black noodles, purple fluffy stuff and—is that popcorn?
You swallow and breathe and glance at the box before slowly lowering yourself to the seat. The pane clears again. His hands raised and pressing on his wall, eyes narrowed in concentration. Until he notices you. He pauses.
His own plate sits in the corner and you gesture to it.
“The noodles are not noodles,” you warn, taking the utensil provided and scooping a bite of the ‘popcorn’. Your teeth crunch through it—not quite, but almost close, if popcorn tasted of something like avocado.
The man’s gaze falls to the plate. He folds his legs and sits across from you, shoveling food into his mouth. He pauses as he tastes the noodles. A minute tick of disgust before he continues.
You pick at your food. Distracted by the ravenous way he devours every speck on his plate. Utensil scrapes against it and you twitch from the jarring sound.
“Not hungry?” he asks, wiping a hand over his mouth and beard. He barely looks at you, intent on the plate settled in his lap.
“What’s your name?” you ask, twirling your utensil in your food. Your elbow rests on the stone beside your plate, head on your hand.
“Kurt.”
“Nice to meet you,” you say, giving your name in return.
He nods in acknowledgment but says nothing more. The silence stretches between you. You shift in discomfort. Surely there must be something to talk about.
“Did you wake up here first or did they take you somewhere else?” He could pull back the curtain a little. Give you a peek behind—into your keeper’s world.
“What do you think?” He drops his clean plate to the side and stands. His feet take him back and forth.
You can’t help but picture the tigers at the zoo who used to do that. Pacing against the glass, looking ready to take the first opportunity, planning something as they stare past their enclosure.
“You can’t escape,” you pipe up.
He pauses and glares.
A prod at your mind steals your attention. You still, waiting for Virion’s voice. When they don’t speak, your head cocks to the side, straining to listen for their voice.
It’s empty. The nothingness in your mind gaping like an open wound. You turn toward the door, waiting for the hiss of its opening. The camouflage of the rock wall remains solid. They’re not coming for you. Even as you reach out, your thoughts full of them. Lips parted and ready to call out.
“What are you doing?”
You snap back to your body. Kurt stares. His perpetual frown chisels his features like stone. For a moment you wonder what he’d look like if he smiled.
You sat at the table as you watched Cole pace around the farmhouse kitchen. "This is a mistake," he said, as he took another lap around the island. "We're making a mistake."
"Cole," you tried cautiously. You felt like you were trying not to spook a baby animal. "You said you really like him. We both did."
"Yeah, I–" he paused his circuit and started wringing his hands together in front of him. "Maybe this is too fast."
"Curtis is just coming over to talk. That's all. Just talking. To make sure that we're all on the same page before anything else happens."
Cole nodded. Then again. And again. He was so cute when he was nervous.
"What exactly are you so worried about?" you asked gently.
Cole took a deep breath and looked away. "I don't– There will be three people here and, and three people's things. Do you think this house is big enough? And we'll have to get more groceries. We'll have to get more of everything. And a bigger bed!" He was talking and breathing so fast now that you were a little worried he was going to hyperventilate. "And I'm not sharing my jam!" he finished, throwing his hands in the air.
You got up then, approaching him carefully. When he didn't object, you put your arms around him. "Baby, you're getting ahead of yourself. No one's moving in today. Today is just for talking. To figure out what all three of us want. How we want this to move forward. And if any one of us isn't feeling it, then that's fine. It's done. Okay? Today is just about figuring out what we're all comfortable with."
Cole relaxed in your arms, letting out a deep breath. "Yeah," he sighed. "Okay. Sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for," you murmured in his ear as you soothingly carded your fingers through his hair.
And then the doorbell rang.
You grinned as you both looked up. "You ready?" you asked.
He still looked nervous, but you believed his smile. "Yeah," he said, his voice much steadier now. "Let's go talk to Curtis."
Steve lifted your shirt above your head and was just about to pull it off when Lloyd cleared his throat from the bed. “Who said you could do that?”
Steve froze, so you tossed your own shirt off with a huff. "Lloyd, this is why we invited him over!"
Lloyd tilted his head to the side, running two fingers over his mustache. "I invited him over," he replied, voice low, "because someone kept getting dripping wet every time they watched the boy scout mowing his lawn, and apparently, 'We have such nice conversations, too, Lloyd. I really like him.' And since I'd do anything to make you happy, Sunshine, here he is." He leaned forward, and you felt Steve fidgeting nervously beside you. But you weren't nervous at all. You knew the fun was just about to start. "But that doesn't mean this isn't still my show. So the two of you are going to go at the pace that I set. For my entertainment. And then, if we all have a good time, we'll talk about what happens after. Understood?"
You were already nodding excitedly when Steve cut a questioning glance to you, the sweetheart checking to make sure that you were okay with this even after everything that had already happened. At your answering grin, you watched his eyes cut to Lloyd's obvious erection in his boxer briefs. And then, finaly, you got to see one of Steve's boyish grins. God, he was so cute.
"Whatever you say, Sir," Steve answered, loud and clear. And you could feel the way both you and Lloyd fell for him a little bit more.
Second, I absolutely love the variety of scenarios you've got here! i especially love Curtis helping Captain American through his PTSD but that's probably because I love seeing Curtis as a caretaker.
You would have been squirming on the bench if you'd had any room to move. Curtis stood over you, looking down appraisingly as he absently ran a finger down your arm, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.
He tilted his head to the side as he addressed Steve, tightening a knot around your ankle. "I'd add more rope."
Steve looked up at him, his clear blue eyes catching the light. "You think?" he asked, running a critical eye over your body and the work he'd already done there.
"Mhmm," Curtis nodded, then placed a gentle hand over your bare stomach. Your breath hitched at his touch. But you'd been ordered to be quiet, so you tried your best not to make a sound. "Right here. You've left too much of this beautiful canvas empty."
Steve hummed in thought. "More of the blue, do you think?" he asked. You started to zone out as your Doms continued discussing you like you weren't even there, sinking deeper into the warm fuzzy space where thoughts slowed down and there was only sensation.
You weren't sure how much time had passed when Steve reached out a hand to cup Curtis's cheek, pulling him into a filthy kiss. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips. That got both of their attention, dirty smirks appearing on both of their faces.
"Sweet little toy," Steve said, voice desceptively gentle, as he took a few steps back towards your head. "I thought we told you to be quiet."
You were about halfway through laying checkered tablecloths on the many folding tables arrayed across your backyard when Lloyd came out with another armful of chairs. "It's too fucking hot for this," he grumbled as he came to a stop next to you. "Why'd I agree to help?"
You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. You were too used to his grumbling. "Because you're a caring partner who understands how important this is to him."
He dramatically rolled his eyes right back. "I thought being non-monogamous was supposed to get me out of all this picket fence bullshit," he complained snidely as he still continued to neatly set the chairs around the table.
"Come on," you stopped him, pulling on his arm so he'd look at you. "You know how much all this stereotypical suburban dad stuff means to Andy. It's really important to him that we're accepted into our new neighborhood and he's expressing that by throwing a barbecue."
"I don't give a shit if these squares accept us," he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you and nosed along your neck.
You couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, I can't say that I really do either. But he does. And we're going to support him and make sure this goes off without a hitch."
"Fine," he sighed, "but he's gonna owe us tonight." His tone turned lascivious as he wiggled his eyebrows at you with a smirk.
You were still laughing, the tablecloths forgotten as the man in question came rushing out with a large tray of meat. "People are going to start coming over any minute now, and I haven't even started the grill!" he worried.
You stepped forward to try to calm him down, but Lloyd beat you to it. "Settle down, cupcake," he said warmly, both hands on Andy's shoulders. "We'll get the grill going. Get yourself a beer. This is supposed to be fun, right?"
Your heart warmed as you watched Andy sag into him with a quiet "Yeah, you're right." The three of you might be a relationship no one expected to work, but you wouldn't trade your two idiots for anything.
I had the most random idea after seeing your post about wanting to write more Steve and Curtis 👀 What if… they were bank robbers, and your sweet innocent bystander self accidentally got swept up in one of their heists?!
Well that's interesting!!! It makes me wish @thezombieprostitute 's challenge was still going on. And there are so many directions they could go!! Are they scary? Sympathetic? Bonnie and Clyde types? Do you present yourself as an adversary or do you quickly come around to their side??? Yeah, there could definitely be a really fun story here. 🤔
I had the most random idea after seeing your post about wanting to write more Steve and Curtis 👀 What if… they were bank robbers, and your sweet innocent bystander self accidentally got swept up in one of their heists?!
Well that's interesting!!! It makes me wish @thezombieprostitute 's challenge was still going on. And there are so many directions they could go!! Are they scary? Sympathetic? Bonnie and Clyde types? Do you present yourself as an adversary or do you quickly come around to their side??? Yeah, there could definitely be a really fun story here. 🤔
I had the most random idea after seeing your post about wanting to write more Steve and Curtis 👀 What if… they were bank robbers, and your sweet innocent bystander self accidentally got swept up in one of their heists?!
Well that's interesting!!! It makes me wish @thezombieprostitute 's challenge was still going on. And there are so many directions they could go!! Are they scary? Sympathetic? Bonnie and Clyde types? Do you present yourself as an adversary or do you quickly come around to their side??? Yeah, there could definitely be a really fun story here. 🤔
brothers? pinning after same reader? poly? step dad and bio dad coparent? COUGH COUGH that one where Curtis is yearning for that one reader where they're an avenger and flirting with Steve COUGH COUGH
We're definitely free-balling 😅 I don't think I'm feeling them as brothers right now but definitely everything else. And yes, another part of Unsaid would definitely be included in this.
You would have been squirming on the bench if you'd had any room to move. Curtis stood over you, looking down appraisingly as he absently ran a finger down your arm, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.
He tilted his head to the side as he addressed Steve, tightening a knot around your ankle. "I'd add more rope."
Steve looked up at him, his clear blue eyes catching the light. "You think?" he asked, running a critical eye over your body and the work he'd already done there.
"Mhmm," Curtis nodded, then placed a gentle hand over your bare stomach. Your breath hitched at his touch. But you'd been ordered to be quiet, so you tried your best not to make a sound. "Right here. You've left too much of this beautiful canvas empty."
Steve hummed in thought. "More of the blue, do you think?" he asked. You started to zone out as your Doms continued discussing you like you weren't even there, sinking deeper into the warm fuzzy space where thoughts slowed down and there was only sensation.
You weren't sure how much time had passed when Steve reached out a hand to cup Curtis's cheek, pulling him into a filthy kiss. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips. That got both of their attention, dirty smirks appearing on both of their faces.
"Sweet little toy," Steve said, voice desceptively gentle, as he took a few steps back towards your head. "I thought we told you to be quiet."
