being told "juuust relax" while you try and resist your programming or fight off the hypnotic effect of whatever the really nice lady put in my drink earlier. <3
Look at you: Doing just as you're told. Such a good girl you are~
Well done! It's clear that you are a natural-born slut. your need to serve and obey simply overpowers your rational thinking.
Notice how your tongue is already out, you're starting to salivate and struggle to breath in building heat, even though you've just started to read this post. ♡
Admit it: The moment the prospects of being used, abused and praised by your beloved Professor come into your mind, your brain shuts off almost completely, the only thoughts you can have from then on is how to be a good whore for Me.
And then, as your brain completely gives up and focuses solely on that, you finally start thinking with your cunt. It gets wet, drippy and oh-so sensitive. It begs you to touch, to rub, to stroke and make it feel good, all the while your nipples get hard and perky.
Now, now. Why are you rubbing, whore? Who gave you permission to do so?
Keep your fucking hands away from your cunt until you're done reading this.
Get stupider, get more pathetic. Start rocking your hips back and forth as the heat keeps building up, ignoring how your hole is practically begging for you to rub it already.
Mhm.
Just like that, good girl!
you just can't help it, can you? It simply feels too good to stop.
Don't blame Me for it. Blame the fact you were born with a cunt between those legs. The moment you found that one filthy post, your inner slut came out as you slowly began to be corrupted more and more.
And now, here you are. A slave to your Master. Doesn't it just feel so good to be brainwashed? To become stupider with every single word? To feel so at ease reading the pretty red and pink words?
Of course it does. It’s only natural for an inferior cunt like you to submit to a God like Me.
you don’t need Me to tell you how wonderful it makes you feel, how it makes your sensitive bits throb, or how it makes your head get all fuzzy and bubbly.
you know full well that being a hole is your truest calling. you can’t deny how wet and needy it makes you to be made into an object for Men’s pleasure.
Simply accept it. Say it.
You are a whore.
You are a slut.
You were born to be a hole.
You were born to be a cocksleeve, a human fleshlight.
You don’t believe Me? Reach down your panties and tell Me I’m wrong.
See how stupidly wet you’ve gotten just from a little degrading text?
See how easily you reached down to verify for yourself, just because I ordered you to do so?
Ah, such a good girl you are~
Come on, don’t be shy. Be a good girl and reblog this post, then comment to letting everyone know how much of a pathetic cunt you are for your beloved Professor and how horny these posts make you.
Once you’ve done that, you are allowed to rub yourself silly just for Me.
thinking about them sitting me in front of a spiral, headphones playing files and vibrator on my clit and just leaving me like that while they’re at work, so when they come home they have the perfect mindless, leaking fucktoy
waking up with a headset playing spirals over my eyes and headphones playing mantras in my ears, hands tied behind my back so i’m truly stuck like that for however long you wish
Dark!Team Cap (Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, Wanda) x innocent!female reader
Summary: The team's plan is finally going into action.
warning: Non-con drugging, hypnosis, deceiving people
A/N: I couldn't leave you hanging, so I'm back to finish the series. A lot has changed for me since I started this journey. I'm in a much better place now – happier, healthier, and pursuing my passion for special education. I also found love, which has greatly impacted my life. I may not be writing again anytime soon, but I'll always be grateful for the support of this community. These stories kept me going when things were tough, and I hope they bring you as much joy as you've brought me.
The long-awaited day had finally come. After carefully applying your makeup and smoothing out your dress, you couldn't contain your excitement about spending time with Steve and his friends. To mark the occasion, you even wore a new dress - a lovely white sundress adorned with sunflowers, a charming nod to Steve's nickname.
As I heard a "ding" from my cell phone, I walked over to check it. To my surprise, it was a message from Steve saying, "Be there in 5 minutes." Despite my insistence on biking, Steve was determined to drive me. "You are a princess; you should be treated like one," he said with a smile. This level of care and consideration from a friend was something I had never experienced before.
As the sound of the car pulling up reached your ears, you gracefully descended the stairs, your luscious curls bouncing with each step. The scent of Steve's potent cologne wafted through the air as you closed the door behind you. Glancing back, you caught sight of him emerging from his car, clad in a crisp white button-down and navy pants. It seemed impossible, but your attraction to him intensified in that moment. As Steve made his way towards you, you could have sworn you heard a low growl escape him. "Wow, y/n, you truly are a sunflower. You look absolutely stunning, my darling," his words caused a rush of warmth to flood your cheeks."
“Thank you, Steve! I chose this dress specifically for this occasion. I hoped to leave a lasting impression on your friends." Steve enveloped you in a warm embrace, and as he did, you thought you felt his hand subtly moving towards your lower back, but before you could dwell on it, he gently pulled away. "Don't worry too much; I'm sure they will adore you, just like I do," he assured you with a playful touch on your nose, causing you to let out a spontaneous giggle. Steve gracefully circled around you and gallantly opened the door of his sleek black car, a vehicle worth more than your annual salary. "Step in, my princess. Your carriage awaits," he declared as he entered the vehicle himself and closed the door behind you.
As he settled into the driver's seat, he reached behind him and retrieved a water bottle. "The drive might take a while, so I brought you a water bottle," he said with a warm smile. You accepted the bottle, returning his smile, and twisted off the cap. The water had an unusual taste, but you didn't want to cause any inconvenience. Keeping your thoughts to yourself, you continued on your journey.
After half an hour of casual conversation with Steve, he steered onto a narrow dirt road. "It's just a short drive down this road, and then we'll be there," he reassured, gently taking your hand. "Don't worry, sunflower. I promise they will adore you," he repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time. Throughout the journey, Steve did his best to ease your nerves, chatting with you and offering you sips of that peculiar water. While you did start to feel more at ease, the anticipation still made you jittery. Finally, he pulled up to an exquisite house. "Wow," you marveled as you gazed out the window, "you guys live here?" You had little knowledge about Steve and never would have guessed that he was well-off. "Yeah," he chuckled, "my friends and I have been renovating this house for a while. It's our retirement plan."
I turned to look at Steve, my face twisted in confusion. "Retirement plan? You're not even 40!" Steve chuckled once again at my comment. "Well, we all needed a break, so we decided to come up here for a bit," he spoke as he expertly parked the car in the circle driveway. "Are you ready?" he asked, extending his hand towards me. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it, replying, "Ready." He smiled back at me as he exited the car to open the door for me.
As the two of you approached the door, Steve reached out and turned the handle, allowing the door to swing open. "Hey guys, we're here!" he called out, his voice echoing through the seemingly empty house. Suddenly, the distinct sound of clicking heels filled the air, and a young redhead in a vibrant red coat appeared before you. "Oh my gosh, you're here!" she exclaimed, enveloping you in a warm, enthusiastic hug. "Steve has not stopped talking about you. You’re Y/n, right? I'm Wanda," she said with a smile. "It's so nice to meet you too! I wish I could say the same about you," you teased, playfully nudging Steve's arm. "Oh, that's just Steve. He's a pretty reserved person. Come in, come in, everyone’s in the kitchen," Wanda said, taking the lead as she ushered you inside. Following her lead, you kicked off your sandals and made your way into the inviting warmth of the kitchen. "See, not so bad," Steve remarked quietly. "Yeah, Wanda seems super nice," you agreed. "And we're only just getting started," Steve added, gently holding your hand as you both stepped into the bustling kitchen.
The two of us walked into the kitchen and spotted the rest of the group. A striking redhead in a sleek black dress perched on the counter, enjoying a glass of wine. A confident black man was busy setting up the table, while another man with a metallic arm was hard at work in the kitchen. Wanda caught their attention and introduced me with a warm smile, prompting the others to follow suit. The redhead, Natasha, strolled over to me and greeted me affectionately. "I'm Natasha. Your dress is stunning; I can see why Steve calls you sunflower," she remarked with a smirk, casting a glance at Steve as she embraced me. "Thank you, yours is gorgeous as well," I replied.
The man who was setting the table made his way over to us. "So, this is the famous Y/N Steve can't stop talking about? I can see why," he said with a warm smile as he confidently walked over. "Sam Wilson, nice to meet you," he said as he extended his hand. I couldn't help but giggle as I looked at his hand. "Thank you; you are all super kind to me," I replied with a smile. "Well, Steve said you were a special friend, so you deserve to feel special," the last man said as he extended his hand for a handshake. "Bucky Barnes, we are so happy you are here," he said warmly. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the kindness of these people and how lucky Steve must be to have such thoughtful friends. "Told you they would love you, sunflower," Steve said as he brought me in for a side hug.
As I made my way towards the counter where Natasha was, Bucky informed me that dinner would be ready in a few minutes. He listed the menu as salad, pasta, chicken, brussels sprouts, and homemade mini cakes courtesy of Wanda. Natasha then offered me a glass of wine. I accepted and requested a Pinot Grigio, and as she went to the fridge, she discreetly took a small vial of clear liquid from the refrigerator before leaving the kitchen with Steve following her.
Once they reached the wine cellar, Natasha's eyes sparkled with excitement as she deftly grabbed the bottle she sought. "Everything ready?" Steve inquired, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their relationship had evolved into one of friends with benefits since they had been on the run, but now they no longer needed to rely on such arrangements. "As long as she drank the water you gave her, then we will be set," Natasha confirmed, setting the wine glass on the counter and retrieving the vial. "She doesn't feel anything right now; she's just relaxed. This, however, will make her more open to our suggestions and make her easier to seduce. We will have her in our hands in no time." Natasha finished pouring the wine and closed the bottle with a sense of determination. "I wanted to have her right then and there when I saw her in that sundress. She has no idea what she is doing to me," Steve confessed. "Soon, Steve, soon," Natasha called out to Steve as she returned to the party, him following closely behind.
Natasha and Steve glided into the room, Natasha holding a delicate glass of wine. "Here you go, angel," Natasha said as she gracefully handed the glass to the recipient. "Perfect timing, the food is ready," Bucky exclaimed. "Do you need help with anything?" you kindly asked the cooks. "Nonsense, you are our guest. Go have a seat; we will be over shortly," Wanda said as she expertly opened the oven. The rest of the group approached the table, which Sam meticulously set. You found yourself seated between Steve and Natasha, with Sam, Bucky, and Wanda on the other side.
Steve rose from his chair with a beer in hand as the delicious food was placed on the table, and everyone took their seats. "I would like to propose a toast to Y/N," he announced, causing a flutter in your stomach as everyone smiled at you. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence tonight. I feel that this evening will be etched in our memories forever. Cheers!" he exclaimed, raising his glass as everyone followed suit. It was clear that tonight was going to be truly extraordinary.
After an hour had passed, not a morsel of food remained, and the plates sparkled clean. It had been quite some time since you felt so carefree and relaxed, and the feeling was beautiful. As Wanda and Bucky shared a hilarious story, you found yourself laughing along with them while the others tidied up after dinner. Natasha approached you with another glass of wine, but you declined, explaining to her with a tinge of sadness that you and Steve would have to leave soon. The evening had been so enjoyable that you wished it wouldn't end. "Don't worry, sweetie. You're more than welcome to spend the night if you'd like," Steve called out from the kitchen. "But I don't have anything with me for an overnight stay," you quickly pointed out.
"We have a spare bedroom, and you can borrow some sweats. Seriously, don't sweat about it," Wanda said with a warm smile. "Are you sure about that?" you questioned Wanda, feeling grateful for her hospitality. "We are positive," Natasha responded reassuringly as she once again handed the glass to you, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Okay, okay. But this is the last glass; I'm starting to feel the effects of drinking," you commented, letting out a light-hearted laugh. Unbeknownst to you, the group exchanged knowing glances, anticipation for their plan evident in their eyes.
As Steve suggested heading to the living room to wrap up the evening, he approached you and gently massaged your shoulders. You yawned, feeling the wine's effects, and quickly apologized for your drowsiness. "Sorry, I just got sleepy. This wine might be stronger than I thought," you chuckled. As you stood up and headed to the living room, you noticed your vision becoming blurry, causing you to lose your balance.
"Are you feeling okay, honey?" Bucky asked, his concerned gaze fixed on you. "I just feel a bit dizzy. Do you mind if I go to bed early?" you inquired, steadying yourself against the back of the couch. "Why don't you lie down next to me? It might help," suggested Steve as he came over to you. You hoped that his suggestion would bring some relief as Steve gently guided you to the plush couch. He positioned you in the center, and everyone respectfully kept their distance, allowing you some space.
You heard a gentle buzzing sound beginning and looked around to locate its source. "What's that noise?" you asked as you attempted to sit up, but the throbbing in your head persisted. "Oh, it's just some soft music. It's meant to help you relax," Wanda reassured you as you felt Steve gently guide your head back onto his shoulder where it had been resting. In front of you, the TV displayed a captivating screen saver. It consisted of black and white squares merging into each other. Strangely, it was pretty soothing and difficult to look away from.
As you commented on the intriguing screen, you noticed your speech slowing down unintentionally. In response, Sam softly remarked, "Yeah, I know. It came with the TV. We tried to change it but couldn't figure it out." Unbeknownst to you, Wanda had silently approached from behind. Her hand emitted a crimson magical energy that flowed into your head, inducing a sudden and profound relaxation.
"It's not too bad; it can be quite relaxing to look at. Don't you think it's relaxing?" Wanda asked, her words echoing in your mind whenever she mentioned "relaxing." "Relaxing?" you mumbled sleepily. "Yes, darling, relaxing," Steve whispered into your ear as he gently brushed some hair away from your face, ensuring your gaze remained fixed on the screen before you. Despite your efforts to look away, it was difficult to resist.
As your eyelids grew heavier, it became increasingly difficult to keep them open. "Are you getting sleepy over there, my lovely sunflower?" Steve softly chuckled. You attempted to shake your head, but the effort was futile. "It's okay to relax and sleep, darling. Just close your eyes and let go," Bucky's voice whispered. "I don't want to," you replied in the faintest of whispers.
Natasha's soothing voice filled the room as she said, "Why not? It's okay to relax and sleep. To close those heavy eyes and sleep." Her gentle hand massaged my shoulders, lulling me into an even deeper state of relaxation. "Sleep?" I questioned. Steve let out a chuckle and reassured me, "That's right, honey, just sleep for me. I'll keep you safe. Just close those heavy, heavy eyes and sleep for me." Each word from Steve felt like a gentle command, and I found myself unable to resist as I followed his instructions, succumbing to the irresistible urge to close my heavy eyelids.
Guys I want to be surprised after work so send me the link to your favorite Dom! Bucky, Steve or Stucky stories cause I’m begging to be used like a toy.
Hi everyone, I truly just want to apologize for my lack on content. I have been working 4 jobs and it’s been insane while battling my mental health. I am going to slowly start back up tonight with a small Drabble and then tomorrow with Chap 3. Please don’t hate me I’m so sorry. It just was a lot in my life going on
It was a beautiful autumn day. The flower shop that you were working at has been open for hours and not a single customer has come through. You weren’t surprised, you were lucky to get even ten customers a day. The wind chimes you set up outside the store could be heard through the glass door.
Was this job ideal? No but it was the best you could do in your situation. The owner of the shop had a room upstairs that he gave you at a discounted price if you just worked the shop 5 days a week. “It’s hopeless,” you sighed as you went to close up the shop. As you walked towards the door to turn the sign to close, the door opened and you felt a strong, muscular hand grab yours. “I hope you aren’t closing yet darling,” you heard the voice of your favorite customer.“Steve!” you proclaimed as you wrapped your arms around his waist. His thick arms did the same as you felt his scruffy beard on your collarbone. It feel like he was smelling you but you just brushed it off. “Hey little sunflower,” his deep voice rumbled.
Sunflower. That was his little nickname for you. The first time he came into the shop looking for flowers, you told him about them and how much they were your favorites. He loved them so much that he came back every week to get a new bouquet.
“I was a little nervous when you didn't come in at your usual time, but I’m really happy you are here!” You smiled at those blue eyes that you have grown to love. You couldn’t help but have a crush on this man. He was so sweet, kind, caring and made you feel special. No one has done that in a while. “Sorry angel, I got stuck at work,” he said as you noticed him roll up his sleeves. That was one of the things that bothered you about Steve. He knew everything about you but you knew nothing about him. He never talked about his work, his life, or who he was getting the flowers for. All he ever said was he lived with friends and the flowers were for him. But you didn’t care, you were just happy just to have a friend as kind as him.
“So, the usual for you?” You sweetly spoke as you started to gather a fresh bouquet of sunflowers. “Yes, and I have a request for you.” Steve stated and he walked towards the counter, hand in his pockets and the piercing blue eyes you have grown to love looking at you. “A request?” you quipped as you raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes sweetheart,” you heard him chuckle. You loved the sound of his laugh. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over, I have been telling the friends that i live with all about you, and they are very curious about who the sunflower is that I’m so fond of.” As he spoke, you felt his hard callous hands slowly grab yours. The thumb rubbing circles on your hands. “Really?” You said with excitement. That chuckle came out of him again. “Yes really darling. How about tomorrow? At 7?” He said.
You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you spoke. You couldn’t believe this was happening. “I. I would love to. Yes!” You wrapped your arms once again around his strong frame. Those hands of his started to squeeze tightly around your waist. “Here,” you said as you let go. You quickly tied up the sunflowers into a nice yellow bow, just the way you know he likes it. He goes to reach for his card but you stopped him. “It’s on the house, and I’ll bring more friday.” The soft smile you gave him just made Steve chuckle. “Thanks my little sunflower, ill see you then” Steve said with a wink. As you watched the tall blonde walk away, you were already thinking about your future with him.
Little did you know, you two were thinking very different things
So I kinda had a breakdown and life has been shit recently. Im starting to get back in the swing of things so I’m going to start writing again. Im also working around 70 hours a week so I can only upload Monday-Wednesday night.
Im so sorry I promise something and I didn’t fulfill it. I just got into a super dark place and I needed some help. Please be patient. Love you all
Hi everyone! I'm so sorry about the lack of updates to the Submissive Sunflower series.
Life has been a shitshow and an anxious mess. I hope to get 3 to 4 parts out by August 29 when I leave for a trip. Please bear with me and I love you all.
Warning(s): Dark!Team Cap (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff), MINOR DNI, Drinking, Implied non-con, and kidnapping.
WC: 312 (I promise these will be longer)
Taglist; @marvel-fandom23
Since the events in Germany, Steve Rogers has been hiding out in the cabin with Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, and Wanda Maximoff. On the run from the law, they only had each other to rely on. Since then, nothing has happened with his sexual life. Due to the fact that everyone there was a Dom, he couldn't turn to his teammates for assistance. So while sitting with the rest of the team outside, Steve decided to propose an idea.
"So, I've been thinking recently," he said to the group of people around him. “Anyone else been extremely horny?” He questioned as he took a sip of his beer. In response, Bucky offered a chuckle, "If you are proposing what I think you are, I’m out.” Sam agreed, "No way." Steve realized his mistake and stopped them. "Oh no, not like that.”
“So what are you thinking then, Captain?” Natasha asked as she crossed her legs. “Look, we've been stuck in the cabin for a while. It doesn't seem like we're getting out anytime soon. So," he paused, "how about bringing someone in to help us?" Wanda looked at him with a questioning face, “Like a stripper?” He laughed at her answer with a smirk. “I was thinking of a more permanent solution.”
Suddenly, the only sound they heard was the cackling of the fire they sat around. Steve knew this was a big proposition. Bucky was the first to speak. “If we do it, how do we go about it?” He spoke as he twisted the top off the beer with his metal arm. “We can figure that out together, but I think that we all need to meet the person before we take them,” Steve responded. “Sounds like you already have someone in mind,” Natasha smirked.
Steve let out an exhale, “I got the perfect little sunflower for us.”
PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR THIS SERIES!! Would love input
okay so basically I’m going to combine every single one of my kinks into one whole series called The Runaways Slut (maybe a different title idk help me out)
Premise is After Civil War, Team Cap is currently hiding from the world. Steve, Nat, Bucky, Sam, and Wanda are staying in a secluded cabin in the woods. While on a grocery run, Steve spots you and he knows the team has to have you. And they will one way or another.
This fic is going to be a huge Dark!Team Cap fic. Warnings I can think of for sure is Dom/Sub dynamtic, kidnapping, hypnotism (Wanda coming through with my favorite kink; please don’t judge it’s hot), drugging, and loads of smut. If you have any suggestions or wants a certain link in there shoot me an ask. I really hope you guys enjoy this!!
