So, like, “Hurricanerin” has been my handle for years over various platforms and I joke that it’s because I’m a mess, which is true. Like most of us, I make it work. But hooooooly shit you guys, I couldn’t have predicted how batshit crazy the last six months were going to turn out and how much I would identify with a shitstorm. Like I thought I was a mess then? I didn’t wear socks that matched for at least three months straight and everyone could see and I could not have cared less. Fuck man. Oh and happy holidays and stuff.
(Upcoming ~new~ story previews below?!)Â
Anyway, our socks match now. However, I am spending the month starting and completing my senior thesis, as well as packing up my life to move 6235 miles (10034.26 km for the non-Americans, we practice cultural inclusivity on this blog, thank you) away from where I’ve lived my entire life. My world travel list also only features Mexico and the Bahamas, so this is going to be a wee bit of a change. But I’m pumped af and cannot wait.
ANYWAY anyway, this month is going to be busy. BUT I think I’ve planned well for it and I really want to give myself time to write because I haven’t posted anything since June and there’s a nasty stress fracture in my soul as a result of that. I have a 12 hour layover in France? But I don’t foresee tons of writing time in Jordan. But I’m gonna try my damnedest, because christ I’ve missed it. So this is me, putting out there that I want to get these parties started in hurr (they’re all rated Explicit because lol who am I):

“I See You”
Dark!Cap x OFC
Ruby thrives on independence. Her bed and breakfast is nearly self-sustaining and despite hard economic times, she has never gone to her wealthy family for money. Though her business isn’t horribly profitable, she loves the people she meets and the hard work. However, when a hardly recognizable and injured Captain America holds her at knife point in her own loft, everything changes. Desperate and on the run from the broken Avengers, he threatens the well being of her boarders unless she allows him to hide in her home. With little choice, she’s forced to accept and is completely at his mercy.
“Everybody’s Looking for Something”
Dark!Cap x OFC
Laden with angst and guilt from the Snap, Steve Rogers needed one hell of an outlet. The Lucky Goblin seemed as good a bar as any to lose himself at, and he’s become infamous at the dive for starting barfights and egging on survivors looking for someone to blame. Melody, the bar owner, typically holds her own with Steve, but when she pushes him too far, Steve decides to put her in her place
“Love is Not a Victory March”*
Dark!Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer) x OFC
Masha had lived a good life in the Front. The lifestyle she led amongst the upper echelons as a courtesan conflicted harshly with her faith, but she compartmentalized her forbidden religion and protected it as her most precious belonging. After Snowpiercer crashes, there is no longer a sacred engine to offer hope or comfort to the dejected survivors. As the mysterious passenger voted in charge heals and finds his way as a leader, Masha is responsible for coaxing the sullen, jaded man forward, towards progress.  His shell is not easily broken, and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to reach him.
*Yeah, there’s God stuff. But the feedback I’ve gotten on what I’ve written is that it’s non-invaisive, so I think we’re good guys. I’m actually most excited for this one, despite my adoration of Dark!Cap
Also, @nildespirandum​​, on principle, I apologize for dark!ing Cap. I really do.

Um. Er. I wish I had current story updates to share. But I don’t. That’s real life. Shit’s been crazy af. Inspiration has been lacking af.
Anyway. I’m tagging people that I haven’t talked to forever because I miss you and I’ve been so shitty at communication so if this feels out of the blue, good job, you’re right and hi. And also I’m the worst tagger so if you’re not here it’s me, not you and I still love you.
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Pain was your constant companion. You had made friends with it, embraced it. The pain was reassurance that you were still alive. That’s all the mattered.Â
“Good morning Kitten. Did you sleep well.”
Steve’s voice was harsh, sarcastic. The bastard knew damn well how you’d slept.Â
“Are you ready to submit.”
It was the same question every morning. Had been for days, weeks, months. You had no idea. Time had ceased to exist. There was only Steve.Â
“Answer me.”
His hand pushed down on your throat. He didn’t have to apply an excessive amount of pressure to produce the desired wince. It wasn’t necessary. Your throat was swollen and raw from the brutal fucking of your mouth the last time he had visited. Steve had cum so many times you had lost count. You had swallowed every time. There hadn’t been a choice.Â
That might have ended the visit but you couldn’t let him win, your dignity demanded recompense. The mixture of your saliva and his cum dripping from his face had enraged him. Your reward had been immediate; a quick strike to your side. If the agony you currently found yourself in was any indication, bones had been broken.
“You can make this stop at any time. I don’t take any pleasure in hurting you.”
Steve’s depraved smile taunted you.
“LIAR.”Â
The scream tore from your lips, bouncing off the moldering plaster walls.Â
He backhanded you with precision. A direct blow to your cheek. Just another bruise added to the others that dotted your frame.Â
“I guess I’ll just have to keep trying,” fury laced his voice tight, “Sooner or later you’ll break Kitten.”
Steve gripped the waistband of your bottoms and jerked down. You kicked out, flailing your legs. The sudden movement forced feeling back into your secured arms, your ribs shrieked in protest.Â
“You always fight,” Steve chuckled, “why.”
He climbed on the mattress, captured your legs, forced them flat.Â
“Why do you fight me Kitten. I know you enjoy when I make love to you.”
Steve spit on his fingers, circled your clit.Â
The familiar spark flared to life.Â
“Your tight little pussy gets so wet for me. You can’t deny that you want me.”
“It’s just a base physical response you piece of shit. I don’t…”
A low moan broke free as Steve’s tongue began to flick over your sensitive bud. You couldn’t fight the orgasm that was gathering. Your body reacted to his touch without your consent.Â
Expertly he worked your cunt, mouth and fingers working in tandem. You bit your lip to muffle the mewl that threatened to rise as you came. Licking his lips Steve straddled your waist.
“Admit it Kitten. No one, male or female, can make you come the way I can.”
Hate blazed in your eyes.
“Go to Hell.”
Steve tsked.Â
“I think you need a reminder, something permanent, of who you belong to.”
The click of the switchblade hung in the air.He ran the flat of the blade across each cheek, making sure the steel reflected in your pupils.Â
“This may sting a little Kitten.”
Ever so slowly he carved his name in your chest. Steve checked your face after every letter, looking for your surrender. You clenched your jaw shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction.Â
“There. Now every time you look in the mirror you’ll know who owns you.”
Steve traced the cuts with his fingers, smearing the blood on your face.
“Blood and bruises. An exquisite combination. You will never be as beautiful as you are right now.”
With a ragged breath he pushed his sweatpants down freeing his cock. In one thrust he was buried balls deep. Even though your body was used to him you still felt the painful stretch. He was merciless as he pounded your cunt, pulling out, only to slam back in.
The heat built again just like you knew it would. You closed your eyes, hoping he would cum soon. Steve’s fingers wrapped around your neck and squeezed, cutting off your oxygen.Â
“Keep your eyes open. You know how much I like to watch you cum.”
Spots formed behind your eyelids. It would be so nice to just let him kill you. Oblivion beckoned like a warm summer day.Â
NO!
Lose the battle but win the war. You opened your eyes, contempt shining bright.
Steve relaxed his grip, his other hand finding your breasts. He tweaked first one nipple, then the other, adding to the fire. When he knew you were close his hand snaked down to your cunt, his thumb stroking your clit. Your back arched with the force of your orgasm.Â
His inhuman pace increased. It felt like he fucked you for centuries. Finally you felt his cock grow. He pulled out and jerked himself off until he came on your chest. Gently Steve massaged his cum into the fresh knife wounds then forced his cum and blood covered fingers in your mouth.Â
Sated Steve kissed your forehead.Â
“Eventually you will give in. You’re not strong enough to hold out much longer.”
Turning to leave he pulled the chain on the single hanging light bulb. Darkness enveloped the room. In the solid blackness you repeated to yourself over and over and over….
