✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚
✧.* : ̗̀➛ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)
✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 375.
✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: breeding, dirty talk, usual filthy ari
✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: anonymous
✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: wakey wakey besties, new drabble just dropped!!!!! hiiiii!!!! how ya been!! i've missed u all sm so i return with a little ari drabble <33 all of this was written on my phone so pls mind the mistakes and lemme know what u think!!!<3
*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.
*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.
“You fuckin’ feel me, pup? Hmm? Feel me deep in this little cunt?” Ari rambled heatedly into your ear as his hips battered against the meat of your ass. Your frame bent underneath him, your breath moistened the sheet below you; pitiful moans and pleading whines were the only thing to fall past your spit slicked lips as your head swirled with everything Ari.
“S’matter? Can’t speak? Can’t think?” Ari teased before lifting a little to snake an arm around your neck, bicep hugging your throat while he continued to fervently fuck into you. You couldn’t help but meet his thrusts, arching your back to drive your hips together harder, deeper. “That’s it, ‘atta girl, fuck yourself back on my cock. Keep it goin’, baby. Gonna fill you to the brim, breed this tight pussy.”
A cock-drunk smile cracked across your lips hearing Ari’s lustful rants. One thing about Ari is that it was guaranteed that he’d lose all ability to keep his filthy thoughts to himself once inside you.
“Whining like a bitch in heat. You want it? You want me to breed you, hmm? Knock you up with a little pup, mmm? Send you to Curtis’ next for a fill, then your golden boy— your Stevie,” Ari spat his name like it was venom on his tongue as he drove his cock deeper into your aching cunt. “Then your Jakey… Although he prefers this little hole, doesn’t he?”
Ari’s thumb pressed against the tight ring, the pad of his thumb slick with his spit, or the leaking wetness spilling from around his cock.
“Finish you off with Pete and that awful, mean Lloyd, hmm? Make sure you have a whole litter. Nothin’ but a hole for us to fill— Fuck,” Ari cut off, strangled and twisted as you felt his hips stutter, your head dropping to the pillow below as he filled you and used his softening cock to fuck his cum deep inside you.
✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚
✧.* : ̗̀➛ soft!dark!steve rogers x female!reader (non-descriptive)
✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 586.
✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: throat-fucking, hair pulling, dub-con/non-con (how ever you wanna interpret it!), steve losing his mind
✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: @levans44
✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: i am so excited to share this one with u!! plssss i need to know ur thoughts, pls tell me even if it's on anon!! i really love this one!! anyways enjoy my besties!! check out the main masterlist if this is the first your seeing anything of this series!!
Steve gripped at the arms of his chair, knuckles turning white as you lapped at the tip of his cock. Every kiss and lick was paced and delicate drawing ragged gasps and grunts hidden behind gritted teeth. Steve’s breath hitched as your lips finally closed around him, a twinge already in your jaw as his cock rested heavy against your tongue. Each hollow of your cheeks pulled at Steve’s resolve; struggling to keep a hold of the rope inside his head, each salacious wet noise tugged on the other end.
You continued your gentle assault on his mind, your tongue rubbing at the underside of his cock as you tried to take him further which caused you to gag around the thick head.
‘’Fuck,’’ Steve groaned brokenly, frenzied and insatiable and full of desperate need.
Steve became increasingly needy. His head tilted back against the back of the chair, his body slipping deeper into the wooden seat, sounds of creaking wood as he bucked his hips up into the heat of your mouth. Groans, grunts and long moans from behind gritted teeth swirled around the room mixing with the sounds of you working your mouth over his throbbing shaft.
You peered up and moaned at the sight of him; face twisted with pleasure, sweat on his brow and parted lips as he let out short, quick pants. Your moans sent waves over his cock and just as you were about to pull off for a break, Steve opened his eyes and caught yours and within a split second his eyes turned black as coal. You were suddenly knocked backwards as Steve surged up out of his chair. The rope had slipped from his hands and he soothed the burns on his hands with fists full of your hair, dragging your open mouth back onto his cock.
Unable to contain the black swirling inside of him, Steve began to fervently fuck your throat; too lost to hear your muffled coughs and cries, too lost to feel your palms battering down on his thighs. Steve continued to push his cock deeper, further; making you breathe and feel only him. Your throat eased around his thick tip as you reached up to scratch across his stomach, clawing for light behind his now dark eyes.
Gritted teeth spat lust-filled moans as you watched him draw closer and closer to his end, his hips stuttering as his head dropped back. His hips sped up, causing your throat to constrict around him once again. Your fingernails drew crescent moons into the meat of his thighs, eyes wide and silently pleading for relief when suddenly he drew back.
Air flooded your lungs, you gasped it down, hunching over slightly before a fist dragged your head back and pulled your body upright so Steve could paint himself across your lips. Steve let out a string of loud, lewd moans, lips parted and sweat-matted hair clung to his forehead.
Once he was finished, Steve’s thumb smudged through the mess he’d left on your lips, sucking in deep breaths as the blue slowly flooded back into his eyes.
His mouth dropped open, jaw quivering as his deep breaths turned to tears as he dropped to his knees.
✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚
✧.* : ̗̀➛ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)
✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 475.
✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: verbal humiliation, ball-sucking, references to face slapping, dirty talk, filthy ari.
✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: anonymous
✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: the big one is here!! this one was really fun to write; although i do need to get better at writing dirty talk as idk i just struggle with it but that's the whole point of these little drabbles. if u have any pointers pls don't hesitate to drop them in my ask box, i always welcome help!! anyway! enjoy my ari lovin' besties!! pls lemme know what u think & check out the main masterlist if this is the first your seeing anything of this series!!
*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.
*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.
Ari sat, propped up by an assortment of pillows against the headboard, head tipped back; long sandy strands clung to the sweat on his brow.
Soft amber glows from the setting sun snuck in through the glass panes, covering your naked body with a fading warmth as you laid between his legs. Red lipstick smeared over your lips, cheek and chin; the same red lipstick covered Ari’s thighs in pretty kisses smudging under your fingertips as you kneaded his thighs as you lapped at the skin of his balls, letting out soft, muted moans that made Ari reply with pleased hums and chesty grunts.
Heat burnt across your cheeks and the burning remnants of Ari’s heavy palms on your thighs blended together. The hues of red smeared across your face was complimented by the muted pink of your tongue, skilfully rubbing at the underside of Ari’s balls before your lips parted to suck one slowly into your mouth.
‘’That’s it, Pup,’’ Ari groaned, slow and deep; hand stroking over your hair, his hand settling lightly on the back of your neck; the sudden softness from the heaviness of his hands earlier caused your head to spin. ‘’Such a good pup.”
You whined at the sound of his drawled praise, pleasure filled and throbbing core. Your hips humped at the sheets below you, hopelessly trying to find enough pressure to relieve the ache between your legs. Ari’s chuckle soon brought you out of your head as you peered up to find his gaze locked on you, a smirk pulled at his lips.
‘’Pathetic little Pup, humping the sheets like a bitch in heat. Live for nothin’ but to be used— nothin’ but hole,’’ Ari taunted, hand now gripping the back of your neck, drawing you closer to his sack. ‘’And you fuckin’ love it. You know you do. You’d waste days between my thighs, wouldn’t you, Pup?”
A pitiful whine escaped your throat as you were forced to lower your gaze from his intense stare, trying to sink into the sheets while keeping your mouth and tongue running over his balls.
‘’Tryna’ hide from me, Pup?’’ Ari teased, fingers finding your face to tilt your eyes back to him. ‘’Don’t go shy on me now,’’ Ari continued, teeth on show as he gleamed down at you. ‘’I know that slutty mouth can fit more than one in there; will stuff your mouth full if I have to.``
Ari’s threat made you push yourself, widening your mouth and using your fingertips to manipulate both of his heavy balls to settle against your tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning softly around the skin, spit gathering at the sides of your mouth; stuffed to the brim and overflowing with everything Ari.
‘’That’s it, get ‘em dripping, pet,’’ Ari moaned into the open air. ‘’You fuckin’ love it,’’ Ari repeated breathlessly as a hand disappeared from your hair and moved to fist at his leaking cock. “Gonna keep you there forever.”
✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚
✧.* : ̗̀➛ paring: dark!steve rogers x female!reader. (non-descriptive)
✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 157.
✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: bondage, sweet steve losing his mind a little.
✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: @sgtnightwolfinthetardis
✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: enjoy, my honeyssss. i hope u enjoy this little glimpse into stevie turning a little like the rest of his familyyyy.
𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ༊*·˚
*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.
*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.
You whined around the double layer of rope between your teeth, the corners of your mouth tearing at the seams as Steve stroked a hand down the intricate patterns of the taut pink rope bound around your body.
Your skin jumped as he’d occasionally flicked the rope against your skin. Scratchy fibres pricked your skin with every attempt to move in a feeble attempt to find comfort in the wooden chair.
Your thighs flexed over the wooden arms digging painfully into your legs, the creaking of the wood filling the deafening silence between Steve’s long, deep breaths. Steve’s fingertips sent waves of shivers through your body as he painstakingly knelt down between your parted legs, his head dropping against your stomach as he let out a ragged sigh, seemingly battling with something deep within.
“Why did you have to run?” Steve questioned softly against the skin of your belly, before looking up with those deep-ocean eyes, glossy and haunted. “I didn’t wanna do this, angel…”
Story Summary: As a parody of the classic Dickens take "A Christmas Carol" dive into your own story....the holidays have arrived. You're a cold hearted boss babe with traits of selfishness, greed and inexplicable hatred for Christmas. The Spirit of Christmas himself decides it's time to put your fate to the test. Along the way you learn it's okay to be vulnerable. But will you have enough time to save yourself from total damnation?
Pairing: Chris Evans x f!Reader.
Story Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, CNC, R4pe Fantasies, Masturbation, P in V, Oral Both Receiving, Anal Play. Bondage, Humiliation, Ghosts, Food Play, Riding Crop Whipping, Spanking, Swearing, hinted Xenophobia, Wax Play, Breath Play, Rough Sex, Drug Use, Classism.
Author Notes:
★My Goal is to have all chapters completed by December 25th 2023
★I would like to express the knowledge that I do not approve or perform of any of the actions the characters of this fanficition demonstrate.
★This story is not fit for every viewers eyes and it will be glorifying acts of trauma and characters that shouldn't be in reality.
★If you do not wish to see this content please block #TSOC (scroll and you'll find it is the first tag.)
★This story might be alarming and severely upsetting for people who have had experiences with r4pe, abuse, and addiction.
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★CHAPTERLIST★
Chapter 1: The Spirit of Christmas Eve — W/C: 5k
Chapter 2: The Spirit of Christmas Past — W/C: 9k
Chapter 3: The Spirit of Christmas Present — WC: tba
Chapter 4: The Spirit of Christmas Future — W/C: tba
It wasn't a bad date. You actually liked Cole. He's charming and sweet and unabashedly optimistic which is why you said yes.
But you're not ready to start seriously dating anyone. You gently told him that after he walked you home.
And he gently said you'll change your mind right before the world went dark.
That was three weeks ago.
It's been the best three weeks of his life. A few searches through your browser history and kindle told him everything he needs to know about all your fantasies—everything you didn't tell him that night.
Turns out he likes everything you like.
And he enjoys making all your deepest, darkest fantasies a reality. In his opinion, his dedication to your pleasure is why each date night has been better than the last.
He's even rigged the entire farmhouse so you can roam freely, ya know if you stop trying to escape.
He hopes you do because you're starting to hurt his feelings.
"If you stop trying to run, you can sit next to me. Get some fresh air. Feel the sunshine. I'll even loosen the ropes so you can stretch your legs."
Dangerous Love: The Story of a Young Woman Seduced by the Dark World of an Older Man.
english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes
She was always a young dreamer who believed in true love and happy endings. But when she met him, she realized that things don't always turn out the way she'd like.
He was a mysterious and seductive man, with several years more life experience than she. He drew her attention and her mind, not giving her the opportunity to pull away. And she knew that for all his dark side, she couldn't resist.
Their relationship started with a strong and immediate passion, but their age difference and experience have always been obstacles to a healthy and lasting relationship. She wanted to explore the world and discover new experiences, while he was content to stay in his comfort zone.
She thought she could change him, but soon learned that the change would be necessary in herself. He always made it clear that his love was the result of selfishness in wanting someone so delicate and jovial.
He engulfed her, corrupted her, and left her lost in his dark, seductive world, pushing her to extreme emotions she had never experienced before. And despite her best efforts, she has not been able to break free of the dangerous, intense pull he has on her.
Her mind fogged and her heart screamed for more of him, more of his weak, wicked affection. In the end, she felt completely trapped by him, like there was no other choice for her, even though she knew he wasn't good for her.
She knew she couldn't go on like this for long, but it was as if she were hypnotized by him, unable to break the bond that bound them together or even get out of her world of disharmony. And so, their relationship became increasingly dark and complex, involving danger and passion until its tragic end.
