#anyfandomdarkbingo

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

High Enough

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Summary: When Billy Butcher receives a flower, he doesn’t really understand why or what to do with it. Something seems off with the plant, but when Butcher understands, it’s too late. And there’s only one person he can call for help.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Dubcon due to the sex pollen (even if everyone is okay with it, I'm still puting the warning), smut, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, attempted murder, swearing, mention of past violent trauma, toxic plant, being high on a flower

Word Count: 2840

Square: sex pollen for @anyfandomdarkbingo​​

A/n: This fic was requested by @strife4life​ that requested Billy Butcher with the square sex pollen! Hope you like it!

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It was only a flower, for fuck sake.

Since when does people need to be warry of a fucking flower?

Of course, when that lovely lady gave him the flower, at first Butcher had been confused. Then, he tried to refuse the present, but the person was gone. What could the flower do? It was a sweet gesture, and no one ever gave him a flower before. It was pretty, delicate, and it smelled so good. 

As Butcher walked back to the Boys’ headquarters, he brought the flower closer to his nose and smelled it tentatively.

It smelled like...

At first, the flower reminded him of Becca. When they were together, she kept talking about the garden she wanted where she would grow vegetables. Mostly to force him to eat them because only eating junk food and meat was bad somehow. 

“Why not flowers, heh?” He had said then, trying to make her forget about the veggies’ diet. The smile that then stretched her lips meant two things. She knew he was trying to change the subject on purpose to avoid any green food. And growing flowers was already in her plans.

The flower reminded him of her, at first. But when he smelled it, it didn’t remind him of Becca. 

It reminded him of Y/n.

Y/n that joined the Boys because of Frenchie. In one of his missions with Kimiko, they found her. Kneeling in the blood of the one that just got killed by the fucking supes, holding in her arms what was left of her husband. At first, Frenchie and Kimiko didn’t want to bring her to Butcher, telling her some shit about that life being even bloodier. That her anger would only turn her into a monster if she kept feeding it with the need of revenge. But she didn’t listen to them and joined the Boys.

Y/n was everything but Becca. So much anger and rage was boiling in her veins, her desire for revenge and payback probably as strong as Butcher. And it shouldn’t turn him on, to see someone filled with the anger caused by the loss of people she cared about. But there was something in that rage that felt just so… Familiar. Like someone finally understood all the mess he was feeling. Of course, the rest of the Boys also had their own tragic backstory and anger on their own.

But her… She was… She was just… Y/n. 

The flower smelled just like her, and it should have ring a bell. Red flag. Alarm should have gone out in his head. But it smelled good, like she was standing right in front of him, and he felt at peace, so Butcher kept on smelling the flower until he was inside the headquarters. Even inside, he kept the flower in his hand. Even when he sat down on the couch, he continued scenting it, and the more he did, the closer he seemed to get to her.

The closer he seemed… To… His head was spinning, or maybe it was the surroundings. Not like Butcher was looking anywhere else than the flower, his gaze was focused on the plant. That, or he closed his eyes and pictured her, sitting on his lap, grinding his crotch and getting off on just that… 

Butcher snapped his eyes open in a second of lucidity.

Something was wrong. 

Detaching his eyes from the flower was so hard, like his eyes would pop out of his skull if he even tried, but he managed to look around. The place… was so blurry, like he was underwater. And when Butcher tried to stop breathing in the scent of the flower, he found himself unable to.

Glancing down, he avoided the sight of the plant to look at himself. Nausea filled his senses when he saw the ground move, just like he was on a boat and the ocean was filled with big waves moving him all around. He felt sick. Sick if he stopped looking at the flower. Sick just thinking about not breathing it.

Sick if he didn’t do something about the fucking boner he now had.

“What the fuck,” Butcher managed to say, slapping himself hard on the cheek. It seemed to help, so he did it again, and again, until he was awake enough to take his phone and dial her number.

“What do you want?”

Hearing her voice was the same as heroin. His body was possessed with a surge of energy, of high, and he groaned. Butcher just couldn’t help it, he felt so… So high… High with that fucking flower… Flower he was still holding and smelling like a fucking drug addict…

“Need… Help…”

It was the only thing he could say before the phone dropped to the floor.

-

“Butcher? Hey, Butcher! It’s better not be a fucking prank, or I swear to god-”

The moment you received the call, you knew something was wrong.

When Butcher stopped talking, stopped answering his calls, flashbacks of what happened to your husband came back like a punch in your guts. Red filled your sight, his blood painting the walls. The blood you were scared to see when you would find Butcher.

After tracking his phone, you found where Butcher was, so you left everything behind and rushed to him.

“Butcher?” You called again, walking in the huge place, trying to find the bearded man.

“Ugh…”

A groan alerted you, and immediately, you had your gun drawn out and were walking towards the noise. Another groan followed the first and then you finally found Butcher. 

“The fuck happened?!” You rushed to the man laying on the floor, still making sure there was no one else in here. Perhaps some supes found the place and tried to kill him? “Butcher!” You put your hand on his shoulder to turn him towards you, but the moment you touched him, the world took a turn and you were on your back, pinned by a heavy, burning mass. “The fuck!” You yelled, tried to push him away, hell, fire your gun on him if you still had it in your hand, but you dropped it when he pinned you on the floor. “Fuck off!”

���Y/n…” Butcher sighed, and you stopped struggling. That wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him. He would never… “Help… Please… Flower…”

Butcher wasn’t making a fucking sense and you tried once again to push him away. Maybe it was a supe with the shapeshifting ability that took his place and now wanted to kill you. He would strangle you to death, or take his gun and put a bullet in your head and then-

Hands didn’t touch your throat, but something else did. As his beard brushed against the sensitive skin of your throat, you froze, feeling his nose and then breath on you. Harsh, hard and fast. Butcher was breathing so hard, it was like oxygen couldn’t enter his lungs properly.

If this was the shapeshifter technique to kill you, it was weird as shit.

“Let me go!” You struggled again, and by trying to avoid more touch of his body, you turned your head to the side. That was when you saw it.

Motionless on the floor, it had white petals and a very bright yellow center. And you just knew if you were an inch closer to the plant, its pollen would drive you crazy with the smell of someone you desired more than anything, slowly killing you unless you bang them. And the only reason you knew all that was because you worked on those. You basically created that shit.

Back when you were working for the enemy. Before the incident that had your husband killed, before you decided fuck Vought and that you would destroy that company and burn it to the ground.

“Please… Y/n…” Butcher sighed your name and snuggled his head into the crook of your neck to take a deep breath. Immediately, a shiver ran through his body and he moaned softly.

“Butcher,” you swallowed, knowing very well what would happen if he didn’t immediately get what he needed. And somehow, the person he desired was you. Luckily it wasn’t someone that was dead, then he would be fucked up. “It’s the flower. It has a pollen that boost your sex drive and kills you unless you fuck-”

“Fuck,” he repeated, his body growing heavier on yours. You couldn’t know for sure about his consent, not in the state he was in. At least, you had the confirmation Butcher wanted to bang you for some time now, or else, the flower wouldn’t be that effective.

This was your mess. You had to do something about it. It was to save him. It was to save him from something you created. You had to keep that in mind, he wanted you. 

And fuck did you always wanted him too.

“I’m gonna help you, okay?” You put your hands on his shoulders, trying to make him step back, at least to go somewhere more comfortable. But the situation took a whole other turn as Butcher manhandled you to put you on your stomach. Now that he had your consent, he could do whatever he wanted and let go of his inner desires. 

At least, it seemed he still had some of his consciousness.

On your stomach, you couldn’t see anything, but oh boy could you feel it. 

The material of your jeans being ripped off of your body, like it was nothing as Butcher rushed to remove your pants.

His impatient and needy grunts, his breathing fast and uneven as he destroyed your clothes until he got access to what he needed. What he craved. What would save him.

By the time Butcher freed your cunt, you were also a dripping mess. Glancing at the flower, you made sure it was still far enough from you, one of the two had to keep their head clean until it was done. 

The plant was still at the same spot. And you felt remotely in control of your body and mind.

Too focused on the cursed flower, you were surprised to feel something else than a cock on your intimacy. Rough hand pushed your cheeks apart and you gasped, feeling something wet and warm between your folds. Glancing back, you met black eyes filled with lust as Butcher was licking you up completely, moaning at the taste of your juice on his tongue. And fuck, was the sight beautiful, seeing how fast his beard started glistening with your juice and his spit…

As suddenly as he started, Butcher stopped. A simple, pathetic and needy moan slipped out of your mouth and you bit your lip, trying to at least some kind of dignity out of this.

But it was too late. Butcher heard you.

It was so fast, all you could do was fucking moan and try to remember how to breathe.

His length was already inside you completely, filling you up so much it knocked the air out of your lungs. God, you didn’t have the chance to see his cock, but just feeling how good it filled and stretched you… You knew it was big. Big and so hard and burning…

Butcher didn’t wait before he started moving, and you could understand why. You weren’t even affected by the flower and yet you felt the uncontrolable need to be fucked and to cum. Your body wanted his touch, your cunt wanted his cock. You couldn’t even imagine how bad it had to be for him.

“Fuck… Fuck…” You moaned, your nails scratching the floor every time he bottomed out. His pace was merciless, giving you no time to do anything but moan and try to breathe, and it felt so good, him fucking you into the ground, like you were just some cheap whore he would pay 40 bucks to have an hour with… 

Just him using you with no other purpose than getting his release, being no one but a hole and a body to own and use.

It felt good. Because as he fucked you hard and fast, you didn’t think about all the things that made you hate yourself. You didn’t think about anything. Your mind was blank, empty, only your body mattered as Butcher fucked your brain stupid.

You lost count of how many times Butcher made you cum.

At first, he fucked you from behind on the floor.

Then, between two orgasms, you managed to climb on the couch, where he doggy style fucked you again. 

The more you came, the more he seemed to regain control of his body, because next thing, you were riding him as he was now sitting on the couch and he was slapping your ass, groaning things about how much of a fucking slut you were.

Butcher seemed to have endless stamina. Or it was the flower. In any case, you completely didn’t fucking care. It felt so good, you were in sweats, even if you were now both completely naked. You didn’t even know when the clothes got lost, who removed what, or what got destroyed. All you knew and cared about was his cock buried inside of you, and how good it made you feel.

“Fuck, Y/n, wanted to fill your cunt since the first day…”

It was the first complete sentence he was saying.

“Wanted you to fuck me since the first time I saw you,” you answered, still jumping on his cock. You were slower, your body quickly losing its remaining amount of energy and strength.

“Still got some for a last one, luv?” Butcher groaned, his hand already between your legs, his fingers stroking your bundle of nerves at a quick pace. Breathing was already hard, but now, it stopped completely as your body got seized with overstimulation’s shivers, Butcher easily forcing another orgasm out of you. You cried out as it was almost painful by now, and finally, the roar reached your ears and you felt it.

His cock was so deep inside of you, you felt the ropes of cums shooting inside of your walls and filling your already full channel. Butcher seemed to cum for seconds and seconds, shaking under you, his arms circling your body and holding you impossibly closer.

Both of you were covered in sweat. Both of you were breathing hard. Both of you were exhausted and overstimulated.

You would have fallen asleep right there and then if it wasn’t for his hand roaming every single inch of your body, like finally, he was awake after a long, endless dream. Like he was discovering you, meeting you for the first time.

“What… Happened,” he said after a few attempts to find back his breath, and remorse started creeping all over you. Fuck. You abused him. Clearly. The flower was your fault, you tried to fix your mess, save him, but ultimately, you abused him- “What did I do to deserve you sitting on my cock, luv?”

“Don’t you…” You started, frowning at his comment. The biggest, most satisfied smirk you ever saw on his face was stretching his lips. “Remember?”

“I remember a flower alright,” he tilted his head to the side, his hands now resting on your waist. “Then, everything was… confused, and I felt high, so high, all I could think about was to sink my cock in your cunt,” he gestured to you, still on his cock.

You never felt more embarrassed in your life. Yeah, that was Butcher, straight to the point.

“Okay so,” You tried changing the subject, tell him what really happened. “The pollen in the flower drugged you and well, kinda my fault, it’s something I worked on back then…” You turned your head away, trying to find your inner strong imperturbable self, but it was too late.

“Figured,” Butcher muttered. “That shit is dangerous and strong as fuck…” He glanced at something behind you, and you didn’t need to turn your head to know it was the said flower. “I think someone tried to kill me by giving me this. Good thing you were there eh. Good thing you worked on it, so you knew how to save me.”

“Yeah,” you said, still feeling bad for what happened. Of course you saved him. But ultimately, it was still all your fault. You tried to get off his lap, but hands put you back where you were. That had the effect of a thrust and you couldn’t help but moan, feeling his cock push the cum out of your abused hole as it sank back in. “Fuck…” You closed your eyes, feeling him so deep inside.

“The pollen wore off,” Butcher muttered. “I’m alright. Now, how about we fuck for the good reason, eh? I wanna see your pretty face when I make you cum… Again.”

You tried to deny it. But fuck, you were still high from your previous orgasms, and your body reclaimed more.

The flower and the attempted murder could wait.

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[holylulusworld]

God vs the Devil (1) - Crash, boom, bang

Summary: God and the devil are after you. Someone messed shit up and you are on the run from a bounty hunter and a mercenary.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader x God

Warnings: angst, chasing, scared reader, language, mentions of characters death

Rating: Mature

Square filled for @sebastianstanbingo​​: Bounty Hunter AU

Square filled for @anyfandomdarkbingo​​: “Why aren’t they waking up?”

Word Count: 1,3 k

Crash. Boom. Bang.  

That’s how your life feels right now.

You crashed.

Your world exploded.

Bang. Gunshots follow your every step for days.

“Come out, cupcake. It will be over soon if you come here and be a good girl,” one of your pursuers coos. 

You’d believe him if you didn’t witness the death of your former boss not hours ago. 

Not that you liked your boss very much. He was an asshole and loved to grope your ass. But watching his brain end up on the wall behind him wasn’t how you imagined your day would turn out.

“Muffin don’t make me mad. People want to talk to you. I promise not to hurt you,” he huffs as you won’t leave your hideout. The man chased you around town for the better of a week. Always two steps ahead.

You made the mistake of turning toward your boss. He always bragged about his connections and weapon collection. Sadly, he refused to borrow you a weapon to defend yourself. 

“I’m slowly losing my patience here. You know this is the end of the rope. I will get my hands on you. If you force me to find you and drag you out of your hideout, I’ll break more than your fingers.”

He moves closer to your position, tapping the door to the broom closet you are hiding in with his gun. “I can fire through the door, toffee.”

A heartbeat passes, and another. You are about to just give up and put your life in the stranger’s hands when another voice catches your attention.

“What are you doing here?” the first man grunts. You can hear another gunshot. This time it’s not aimed toward you, but at the second man. “This is my hit.”

“I’m God, and you are not going to steal my hit,” the other man threatens. You wrap your arms around yourself. This is the end. You know it. One of them will survive and take your life.

“Well bad news, sunshine,” the first guy yells. “Litte miss cupcake is my job. I give you five seconds to move your ass out of my sight.”

“I’m God, the bounty hunter, and this is my job,” you’d like to chuckle at the second guy’s stoic demeanor. He gives a shit that the other guy threatens his life. “Get out of my way. You are not my job, but I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

“Did he hire you too?”

“I don’t talk about my clients. Now, move aside, or I’ll make you move,” God says. “We have talked enough, Lloyd Hansen. This is the second time you have tried to steal one of my kills. I won’t have it.”

“What? Are you accusing me of murder theft?” Lloyd retorts. “I was here first, and I’ll relocate her now. Get the fuck out of my way.”

“Try me,” God bites back. “I bet you wasted all of your ammunition scaring the girl.” He drops his eyes to Lloyd’s gun. “More will come. We should settle this here and now.”

“I got more than enough ammunition left for you.”

You listen closely. If they fight, you might get the chance to sneak out of the room and get away. 

God unlocks his gun. He thinks about his next steps as Lloyd tries to remember how many bullets he carelessly fired at you. “You will die.”

“You will die,” Lloyd mimics God. “I will-“ he groans as his phone starts ringing. He raises one finger, expecting God not to shoot him while he takes the call. “What is it, Suzanne?”

God watches his opponent with curiosity. He doesn’t understand Lloyd’s behavior.

“Hello,” Lloyd snaps his fingers at God, “your phone is ringing. I bet they want to tell you too that someone messed shit up. This is not the target.”

God reluctantly answers his phone. He doesn’t say much but rather listens to his handler. “Not the target. Abort mission. Got it.”

He ends the call and puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Well, shit,” Lloyd grunts. “What now? She saw our faces and we kinda killed people all over town to get hold of her.”

“The target got eliminated,” God monotonously replies. He looks around the room, shaking his head. “Who are all these people?”

He points at your dead boss and his secretary. “Collateral damage,” Lloyd shrugs. “Leave the girl to me. I give you the chance to get away today.”

God harrumphs. He looks at the silver ring around his finger. “I considered your suggestion and decline it. She’s mine.”

Lloyd aims his gun at God. “I told you to get the fuck out of my sight. She will come with me. I’ll take good care of her.”

“No.”

God takes a step toward Lloyd. 

“I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Lloyd hesitates. He knows this man is protected by powerful people, but he already lost a kill today. He won’t give up on you too.

God just stares at Lloyd. He doesn’t know why, but he wants to take you with him. “No.”

“Fuck this.”

Lloyd kicks the door to the broom closet open. He ignores his concurrent and goes straight for the goal. He grabs your wrist, threatening to kill you as he drags you out of your hideout.

“No, let me go,” you scream and cry while wiggling in his hold. You try to break out of his iron grip, fighting for your life as your eyes land on the other man. “What do you want from me?”

“Shut your mouth, cupcake or I’ll make you shut up,” Lloyd grunts and pushes you down to your knees. You whimper and try to crawl away from the men.

You’re breathing heavily, and your heart hammers in your chest but you keep on crawling until you come eye-to-eye with your deceased boss. “Oh, my god.”

“She knows my name?” God asks. “Did you tell her my name?”

“Christ, can you shut up for a moment?” Lloyd grunts. “She didn’t mean you.”

“No…no…” you stare at the bodies of your former co-workers. “You killed them all…no…no…”

“Nonsense,” Lloyd pokes your boss’s leg with the tip of his shoe. “They are fine….just tired.”

You stare up at him with wide fearful eyes. “Why aren’t they waking up?” 

“Hansen, leave her to me,” God crouches down next to you to press something to your neck. You gasp and scramble away, staring at the man in horror. “Stop. Girl.”

“Leave me alone… go away…” you are shaking in fear again. “Please. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Fuck off,” Lloyd grabs your upper arm. He brings you to his chest to look at your neck. “What the fuck did you put at her neck?”

God doesn’t answer. He lifts his hand to show Lloyd the ring around his finger.

“Control.”

“You’re a sick little bastard, huh?” Lloyd grins. “Problem is, this is my prey. I didn’t get the kill, but cupcake is mine.”

“No.”

Lloyd sighs deeply. He’s just done talking to the dull man in front of him. “Yeah, I don’t give a shit about your opinion, sunshine. I’ll take her with me.”

He presses your trembling body to his chest with one thick arm and points his gun at God, silently warning his opponent to threaten his claim on you. 

“No.”

“Hey, uh-while you fight over…me,” you choke out, “can I use the restrooms? I need to pee for a while. You don’t want me to piss on your shoes…right?”

“No can do, cupcake.”

It was worth a try. You can’t outrun these two, so you must try to outsmart them.

 “Give her back,” God aims his gun at Lloyd. “Last warning.”

“Fuck off!” 

You scream and drop to your knees as the men start to fire at each other. Lloyd misses his opponent by inches. He grunts in pain as a bullet grazes his left upper arm.

“Why is this happening to me.” 

You crawl toward a corner of the room and wrap your arms around your legs.

You rock back and forth, praying to whoever is listening to shelter your life, or at least end it fast…

>> Part 2

Tags in reblog.

#God vs The Devil #sebastianstanbingo #anyfandomdarkbingo #lloyd hansen #God (ghosted) #God x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #God vs the Devil (1) #lloyd hansen x you #god the bounty hunter

[blackwood4stucky]

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅴 | 🔞 | word count: 3,360 | complete

tags: alpha x alpha, drugged, forced sex, non con body bod, non traditional omegaverse, triggered mating, secondary gender modification, dark elements

"A peculiar scent fills Steve’s nose as he wakes slowly. He knows that scent, it is one that still haunts him, that whispers his failures in his ears like prayers." - There were turncoats on the Lemurian Star.

bingo fills + event prompts

ch. 1: hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

@anyfandomangstbingo | barely conscious

@anyfandomdarkbingo | fuck or die

@anyfandomgoesbingo | possessive alpha

@anyfandomkinkbingo | handcuffs

@badthingshappenbingo | mutilation

@buckybarnesevents

alpha bucky april | breeding kink + purring + double minimum requirement babb 2023 | failed mission [april prompt] babb 2023 [babb060] | held down connect 4 [c4013] | c1: sex slave

@catws-anniversary | theme: bucky barnes - metal arm

@deaddovekink

frisky february | drugged sex monsterfcking march | shapeshifting: transforming during sex

@eclipsingbingo | trail of blood

@fandom-free-bingo: valentine’s edition | aphrodisiac, bound

@hurtcember | forced

@julybreakbingo: post-july | sex pollen

@kinky-things-happen | transformation

@marvel-smash-bingo | forced orgasm

@mcukinkbingo: open round | torture

@multifandom-flash

omegaverse | forced mating round 2 [1028] | free space

scalding hot: consent issues bingo | non con body mod: extra fuck holes

@sebastianstanbingo | sex slave

@stuckybingo [5080] | kink: breeding

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | captivity, kidnapped

@yearoftheotpevent | april: canon divergence

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

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[jessybarnes]

Fandom: The Gray Man

Title: Bound

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 782

Tags: Smut, slight angst, dirty talk, bondage, bound and gagged, Blindfolds, choking, make up sex, fingering (female receiving), orgasm denial, begging, implied oral (male receiving), drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, and I think that's it

Written For: @kinktober2023, @anyfandomgoesbingo, @anyfandomangstbingo, @anyfandomdarkbingo, @badthingshappenbingo, and @thebo3bingo

Squares Filled: Kinktober Day 1 - I4 Bondage // Any Fandom Mixed Bingo - G2 Dirty Talk // Any Fandom Angst Bingo - G5 Blindfolds // Any Fandom Kink Bingo - G2 "I can be good, so good! I swear!" // Any Fandom Dark Bingo - I2 Bound and Gagged // Bad Things Happen Bingo - I2 Choking // BO3 Bingo - B4 Make Up Sex

Beta: Just Grammarly

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: I apologize that this is posting a day late. I had to go to the doctor and couldn't get this edited in time to post it. Day 2's drabble will be posted later tonight. :)

"I told you to stay still, Sunshine."

Lloyd sits in a chair across from you nursing a glass of bourbon. His posture is calm, but the stern look in his eyes tells you he's anything but.

You've been mounted to the St. Andrew's cross for nearly a half hour now, and you're getting antsy.

The mission you two had gone on was a success in your eyes, but Lloyd isn't focused on the computer you two were able to recover. No. He's choosing to focus on the unnecessary details.

"Baby, I've been up here since we got home. Please, can I get down?"

He takes a sip of his drunk, swirling the ice around in the glass.

"I'm admiring the view."

You sigh. "I know why you're mad, and I'm telling you, I didn't mean it. We wouldn't have gotten the damn laptop if I hadn't flirted with that idiot."

Lloyd's jaw ticks. Just the memory of seeing you, his girl, dancing with some other asshole makes his blood boil. He downs the rest of his drink and relishes the feeling of warmth in his chest.

"Will you just punish me already? I really need a shower."

He slams the glass down on the table so hard that you're surprised it's not broken. His eyes are dark with possessiveness as he approaches you, his hand wrapping around your throat.

"I don't care if you didn't mean it, Y/N! His fucking hands were all over you, touching what belongs to me!"

Lloyd loosens his grip on your neck allowing you to take in air again. He brings his thumb up and puts pressure on your bottom lip until it opens.

"You're mine. And I'm gonna keep you up here until it sinks in, you got that?"

You huff and roll your eyes making his narrow to thin slits.

"Better watch it, Sunshine, you're askin' for it."

"I am asking for it, Lloyd." The tone of your retort makes his cock twitch.

He grabs a ball gag and a blindfold off the dresser and fastens them in place.

"You oughta be using that smart mouth of yours for something more useful. Maybe I should stuff it full of my dick."

His voice is teasing, but you can't help but want him to do just that. Your panties are soaked from the feeling of the leather cuffs and the sensory deprivation, and you can't help the strangled moan that fills the room when his fingertips brush your clothed clit.

"Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? Just like you liked dancing with that other man earlier, didn't you?"

You shake your head no and he chuckles.

"Yeah, somehow I don't believe that, Sunshine. You may not have liked the dancing with him part, but you knew it would piss me off and lead me to punish you. And you like being punished, don't you?"

You huff and give him a nod before rolling your eyes once more. He notices and growls deeply.

"Roll your eyes at me again and I'm the only one who gets to cum tonight. You got that?!"

You whine and nod as he pulls your panties to the side.

"Look at this fuckin' mess you've made. Soaking wet and I haven't even done anything. You're hungry for it, aren't you?"

He doesn't give you a chance to answer as he plunges two fingers inside you, pumping them fast and hard.

"Look at me, Y/N. You're mine. This pussy, these tits, this ass, this whole body belongs to me. I'm the only one who can make you cum like this."

Your strangled moans echo throughout the room as you feel yourself about to cum, but right before the dam breaks Lloyd pulls away making you whimper.

"No, not yet. You don't deserve it, but if you're a good little girl and ask very nicely, Daddy will let you suck his cock."

You try to talk around the ball gag and he chuckles.

"If I take that off are you gonna be polite?"

You nod eagerly and he removes it from your mouth. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips and Lloyd's eyes hone in on the movement.

"Go on, Sunshine. Tell me why you think you should get to cum."

He thrusts his fingers back inside you but keeps them still. A soft moan falls past your lips and he chuckles as your pussy clenches around them.

"I can be good, so good! I swear!"

Lloyd clicks his tongue and leans in close, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Oh, I'd be very good if I were you, Y/N. That's the only way you're getting what you want tonight."

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[kickingitwithkirk]

Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum-Punishment

Pairing: Boyking!Sam x Reader x KnightofHell!Dean

Word Count: 2025

Warnings: **not a dark fic but has elements.: dub/con-non/con p/v sex, restraints, verbal/fighting, hentai elements

Squares filled: @spnkinkbb RubySam @anyfandomdarkbingo Amputation

A/N: references from Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum

This story set years after stand-alone: Always with the Scissors

The hallway briefly reverberated to the sounds of Zeppelin when a set of heavy, ornate doors opened, admitting the Queen Consort of Hell. 

The sound system cuts off as she crosses the anterior area to the bedchamber, where she flung herself face down onto the oversized bed in frustration.

“Something vexes thee?” The whiskey-roughened voice of the Queen’s fraternal polyandry consort inquired, and she lifted her head, seeing black instead of green eyes.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!” He soundly smacks the naked female demon riding his cock bare thigh, leaving a vivid red handprint, and orders her to turn around.

The Queen Consort shifts to observe the demon, hands bound in a pair of binding cuffs behind her back, awkwardly maneuvering around on the mattress and into reverse cowgirl whimpers. 

“What did I say about no noise!” 

The Knight of Hell’s voice vibrates in staccato and abruptly sits up, grabs his current sex toys braided hair in one hand, yanks the demon into a painful arch while gripping his engorged member, glistening with their combined fluids, and notch his cockhead between her swollen pussylips forcibly slides her back down onto his shaft then shoves her head down to touch the mattress between his bowed legs again reclines in repose against the bed’s pillows.

The demon quietly straightens up and resumes bouncing. 

The Queen watched her consort close his black eyes, breath puffing out from between his slightly parted, succulent lips as his toned muscles flex periodically under the slight softness of his stomach in response to the hot, slick, velvety channel intermittently clenching around him.

The Queen Consort briefly flicked her eyes back to the demon who was striving to hold off orgasming until permitted, closed hers, listening to the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and occasional squelch, felt herself becoming aroused, rubbing her thighs together, desiring friction felt his hand sliding in between, his thick fingers stroking over her mound.

 “I can smell how wet you are,” that made her reopen her eyes, watching his shift to their sultry chartreuse. “I wanna taste your sweetness,” Dean runs his tongue slowly over his plump lips, wetting them to emphasize how much he wants her riding his face. 

The Queen Consort removes the Knights hand, slides off the bed, and exits without a backward glance.

“All right, meetings over..everybody out!” 

Several members of Boykings council jumped in their seats, spinning to see the Knights Of Hell standing in the doorway with black eyes and red flannel-clad arms crossed, conveying he was not joking. 

They nervously turn back to his elegantly dressed brother seated at the head of the table, reading the document in his hands.

 “We are in the middle of something. Whatever it is can wait.”

“No.”

The Boyking’s kaleidoscope eyes focused on his older sibling. 

Dean could be a pain in the ass on a good day, but today wasn’t a good day, and Sam was not in the mood to deal with him.

“What was that you said?”

“You heard me..”

“..come back later.”

“No.”

Except for the set of his shoulders conveying his annoyance, the Boyking sat expressionless, allowing his vantage point to notice the visible outline of his brother's substantial cock straining against the jeans material. He was now curious as to why.

“Fine, state your business.” 

“That’s the problem.”

“What problem?”

“Family Business.”

The Boyking blinked, not following his knight's train of thought. What did Family Business have to do with this?

 “Dean, I don’t have time to decipher your nonsense.”

The Knight walked to the table, placing his hands on the edge and leaning forward, “Fallen can into my room.”

“Dean.”

 “Where I was breaking in my latest toy..”

“..Dean.”

 “Turned down fun time, and we both know how much Fallen loves..”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEAN!!!” 

Sam’s eyes transformed into glistening onyx as his chair flew backward, shattering upon the stone wall in a fury created by his brothers' flagrant disregard of his mandate that what happened in private stayed private, mimics Dean's stance.

The council members didn’t so much as twitch an eyelash, knowing that drawing either Winchester's attention would result in their demise. They were finally ordered to leave and, as silently as possible, gathered their items and escaped the oncoming storm.

“Crowley,” the former King of Hell stops, “finish going over those details we discussed, and any discrepancies you find, notify me immediately.” 

“Of course, Sam,” the contract-savvy demon replied, smirking, “Squirrel,” and departs.

“Now that you have my undivided attention, we’ll finish this discussion privately.” Pushing off the table, Sam walked passed his brother, knowing he’d follow.

The word spread fast among the Citadels residents when there was trouble between the Winchesters, not a damned soul was to be found in its vast hallways. 

Dean threw himself on the oversized leather couch as Sam crossed to a tall cabinet pressing on an ornately carved panel, opened a hidden compartment, pulled out a crystal decanter, and, after pouring two fingers of a liquid into a matching tumbler, moved to stand before the lit fireplace still fuming. 

“You interrupted a congress that has been in progress since I acquired my Consort.”

Dean gets up, “I don’t think our Consort, the Queen Of Heaven, Hell, and Earth, would appreciate being referred to as acquired like one of those goddamn dusty tomes you still collect.” Snatching the glass from his brother swallows half its contents in one go.

 “And for the record, you got to give her a name, not me. So as I see it, since she favors both of us in sexual congress, I’m entitled to call her whatever I want.” 

“You named her after a fucking Jessica Drake porno!”

“You know Jessica Drake’s stuff?” 

“You damn well know I watch porn too!” Sam huffed, “figured you’d pick something more like what was her name? The one you nailed from those Casa Erotica videos.”

Dean bites on his full bottom lip remembering the Good Faith Church’s APU chastity counselor Suzy Lee and ex-porn star Carmelita.

“Even if Y/N permits it, it still doesn’t give you the right to call her that publicly.”

Dean smirked, “So what’s it to be, Sammy? Cutting out my tongue or,” running a finger across his throat, making a wet noise.

“One day, I might have to.”

That stopped the smartass retort forming on the Knights lips watched Sam's broad shoulders sag before softly inquiring, “Remember how I was before her?”

Dean threw back the rest of the drink, recollecting his brothers' suffering.

Their existence in the Underlands progressed from months to years to decades; they found the Knight couldn’t replenish his superior blood fast enough, forcing Sam too, once again, resort to feeding from inferior demons during the in-between times. 

Dean even briefly flirted with bringing Ruby back from the Empty for his brothers' exclusive use in whatever manner of choosing but scrapped the idea after observing Sam’s increased feeding leading to his excessive overindulgence in pussy and, much to his displeasure, others' cocks. 

It began a cycle of spiraling the Boyking into physical pain and melancholy and knowing Ruby, the demon, would manipulate him for gains like before.

 “Yeah, Sammy, I remember,” he replies in such a quiet tone his brother pauses before switching back to the initial reason his anger kindled.

 “I guess I can’t keep this a secret from you anymore. That meeting you interrupted was the latest counsel referendum about options to fortify our defenses.”

“Fortifi..what the fucks going on, Sam?”

“Cas received a message from Joshua warning Heaven's incursion is imminent.”

“We have an ironclad deal with those dicks to stay outta each other's realms!”

“When we were in that prison realm, Y/N indicated there was a chance that the Angels would interpret removing her as a sign.”

“A sign of what?”

 “God wants her restored upon all the thrones.” 

 “You brought her here knowing that and said nothing?!”  Dean twists his free hand into his short hair, a leftover trait from his human days, indicating he’s freaking the fuck out. 

“That wasn’t a referendum, Sam, it was a Greek Referendum…and you’re taking the rest of us down with you!!” He barked in a tone that once would have brought his kid brother to a heel then Dean's expression shifted to trepidation.

 “Did Joshua say how much time we have before those dicks attack?” The Boyking started to divulge when, “Holdup, did he say anything about Chuck coming back?”

“Chuck never left, and some time ago, someone resumed publishing his new writing...” 

“All this goddamn time, you knew and said nothing!” Dean's eyes flared black and threw the empty tumbler into the fireplace hearth, followed by a swing toward Sam's jaw, but it ended up quashed when a sensation flairs deep within, doubling the Knight over, and falls to his knees. 

“You never learn.” 

Dean peered up as Sam loomed over him with his imposing stature, and his eyes changed, not into the common onyx or the occasional yellow, denoting his actual status.

Instead, they transitioned into an ethereal luminosity. 

“You’ve gotten away with things not because you’re a Knight of Hell but my brother,” Sam sighed, “but today you undermined my authority in front of the entire counsel because you never could shut the fuck up!”

The Boykings' attention transferred as the Queen Consort entered the chambers and glanced at the kneeling Knight moves to stand beside Sam, tipped her head back eyes fixated on him. 

Sam cups his Consorts jaw, and leaned over, gently kissing her before responding to her inquiry, “Yes, it’s time.”  

Y/N walked backward, motioning for Sam to follow began removing her clothes, and smiled as he stripped off his jacket and began unbuttoning the shirt. 

“Dean, do you remember the last time we punished you for insubordination?" Sam glanced back and saw his brother's cock once again straining against the material of his jeans. "How we bound you, used you as nothing but a toy for our pleasure? Then Y/N inserted something that kept you orgasming.” 

Dean closed his eyes at the memories and felt the sensation that’d dropped him morph into that long-ago pleasure. Groaning, he groped for the zipper and, in frustration, ripped his jeans open, freeing his turgid cock starts stripping wire.

“Guess you’ve figured out she didn’t remove it,” Dean's eyes snapped open and saw Sam, lying naked on an oversized chaise chair with Y/N leaning back on his chest, legs splayed over his playing with her dripping pussy, stripped his cock faster, “Or what it's intended for.” 

Pausing his self-pleasure watched his brothers vast hands wrap around his consorts' hips and her face contorts into painful pleasure as he roughly fucks his substantial cock into her cunt repeatedly, using her as nothing more than a fleshlight rasped...

“If you’d have just done as asked Dean, freely consume her grace, wouldn’t have had to resort to this.”

The Knight's hand froze as his brother's words penetrated his pleasure-clouded mind, “What’d you do?”

“It’s the only way to get you to join us.” 

The Knight, hearing the Consorts ethereal voice after years of silence, watched her double-tap Sam’s hand, and he slowed his thrusting into a gentle rolling motion. 

“That drink was..wasn’t only alcohol,” she stumbled over her words as the Boykings' long fingers teased her clit, keeping her on edge, “infused with my grace to act..activate the Ovi in you...”

“THE WHAT IN ME?!”

”You inspired the idea, your erotic anime thing, which led her into hentai,” Sam says, “and Plan B.”

“Plan B?”

“That Ovi she implanted contains an undiluted dose of her grace,” Sam sighed, ”If you’d only supped from each other, it would’ve been...”

“Would’ve been what, Sammy?”

“When the casing finish’s deteriorating, your body will absorb her Grace which won’t be pleasant, be far worse than the Demon Curing Ritual.” His brothers' countenance pitched darker than the Empty, “But I’ll do anything to keep those feathery dicks outta here.” 

The Boyking snapped his fingers, and a clear, squishy orb encapsulated the Knight felt his consorts' confusion answers..

“You’re the one who inquired about vores.”

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Vices | Part 1

Summary: Beau, an alpha, has always planned to keep his omega daughter with him at home. As her parent, he legally holds her contract until he decides to trade or sell her, but since her mom is gone now, Beau’s happy to keep his little omega all to himself. The alpha has his vices though, like any other man, and when a pretty woman crosses his path with tequila and a pack of cards, Beau gets himself and his omega into a whole lotta trouble.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Daughter!Reader / Anael x Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: incest (father/daughter), slave society, references to past underage Tags: Crossover, Supernatural / Big Sky Crossover, Omegaverse, Alpha!Beau, Omega!Reader, Daughter!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Heat, Scenting, Marking (Hickies), Nipple Play, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Knotting, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Small bit of Ass Play, Doggy-Style, Kitchen Sex, Reverse Cowgirl, Light Food Play Word Count: 4.2k Bingo Squares: @anyfandomkinkbingo - Food Play | @j3bingo - Heat Suppressants | 2023 Bingo - Beau Arlen

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“Hey, sweetheart, how’re you feeling?” Beau pokes his head into his daughter’s room to find the girl has tossed all the blankets off of her body and is squirming uncomfortably on top of the fitted sheet. She looks up at him with an expression he can only describe as pathetic; her lips pouted and her eyes misty, the skin of her face flushed with her heat. 

“It hurts, Daddy,” the omega whines pitifully, and Beau feels a pang of sympathy for her pain all while his heart begins to hammer against his ribcage with excitement at the prospect that it’s up to him to stave off her heat now. He doesn’t know why they still go through this charade every time her heat comes around–she’s been getting them for two years now, since her sixteenth birthday, and every time the flush starts to creep over her skin and the pain begins to cramp her muscles he insists on trying the medication the doctor gave them first to see if it will suppress the symptoms enough that she won’t need to be fucked. Of course, he could have found her another alpha at that point, her contract became eligible to be traded as soon as she reached her first heat cycle, but Beau had been selfish. His daughter is the only family he has left, and he didn’t want to lose her so soon. So when the suppressants inevitably don’t do enough to ease her heat symptoms, Beau does what any responsible alpha should do, and he lends her a hand. 

Well, he starts with his hand. He finishes with his cock. 

The only way to truly satisfy an omega’s heat is to knot them good and hard, and he and Y/N both know that. But he still makes her try the pills first, out of some latent guilt that maybe a father shouldn’t want his daughter the way that he wants Y/N, even though Beau knows it’s fairly common for alpha parents to help their omega children through their heats. Still, something has always felt taboo about the whole interaction, which has always made it even more appealing to the alpha, to his own chagrin. He’s a kinky bastard, though, Beau can accept that about himself. And truth be told, his little omega is pretty kinky herself. 

“Okay, baby girl,” Beau sighs in feigned defeat, walking into her room and shutting the door behind him with his foot. He takes off his shirt before sitting down on the bed and pulling Y/N up to a sitting position as well. “Here you go, Daddy’s got ya,” he whispers into her hair as she throws her arms around him and buries her face against his neck, scenting him. She’s done this ever since she was little, just as a comfort thing, and it never used to affect Beau the way it does now but as soon as she’d presented, any time Y/N scents him his dick immediately gets interested. 

Her own scent is intoxicating to him, sweet like flower nectar and a bit woody like the fresh air of the mountain forests that surround their isolated Montana home. Beau would cuddle her into his chest, skin to skin, and scent her all day if he could. Y/N is already completely undressed, her clothes too hot and uncomfortable for her to stay in as soon as her flush really sets in, and Beau can feel her little tits pressing against his bare chest. He shifts himself more firmly onto the bed, lays her body down beneath his and covers her with his weight, helping her settle down and letting some of her warmth bleed into him. He can remember how burning hot she’ll be when he gets himself inside her and feels his dick twitch in his sweatpants. 

“Need you, Daddy,” Y/N moans into his neck, her mouth open and panting as she begins to catch her breath now that the pain is easing. 

“Fuck, need you too, baby girl,” Beau groans, unable to stop himself from grinding his hips down between her legs despite knowing he’s getting the cotton soaked in her slick. With any luck that means her scent will stay on the clothes even after he washes them later. “Daddy’s gonna make it feel all better, yeah?” He takes one last inhale of her scent from the little spot behind her ear before dragging his tongue down her neck so he can play with her nipples, which are always incredibly sensitive when she’s got her heat. 

Beau kisses the right, then the left, then switches back to the right and licks her into his mouth, sucking her skin until it’s tight and pink and delicious looking. He’s always thought that he needs to take some pictures of her when she’s like this, to keep for himself, to remember. But then he thinks about why he would even need pictures if he has no intention of selling her contract off

–and he doesn’t. A father keeping his daughter’s contract isn’t unheard of these days, but it is still taboo enough to send a thrill of possessiveness through his veins that his alpha instincts revel in. 

“This feel good?” Beau lets her tit slip from his mouth and licks his lips, looking up at his omega from beneath his lashes. Her whole body is still visibly flushed, and small beads of sweat have pooled in the hollow of her throat. With a deep growl breaking from his chest, he surges forward to lick up the moisture, sucking her skin up between his teeth and worrying a mark into her neck that she won’t be able to hide beneath a shirt. Everyone will see it and know her alpha fucks her goo; takes good care of her. 

“Feels good,” Y/N nods, breathing even more heavily and gasping as Beau places another hickey on her neck in plain view. She’s always loved him marking her up just as much as he loves doing it, and the satisfaction from the knowledge that she wants to belong to her Daddy is getting him really fucking hot right now. “Lower, Alpha, please,” she whimpers, pressing against his shoulders in an effort to shift him further down the bed. 

Beau groans, his stomach clenching in arousal as she identifies him as her alpha, something that will never fail to get her fucked exactly the way she wants–with a bit of teasing first, of course. Beau likes to hear her beg, and he’s not ashamed to admit that. He sits up quickly and shoves his sweats and underwear down his thighs, his cock springing eagerly into the free air and smacking into his stomach. Y/N’s eyes are immediately drawn to it, and Beau smirks to himself as he fumbles his clothes over his knees and manages to kick them off and out of the way. 

“Present for Daddy, sweetheart,” he instructs her, and Y/N scrambles onto all fours, dropping to her forearms and arching her back, sending her ass higher into the air. She tucks her knees together beneath her, letting her ankles splay wide, and Beau’s heart skips a beat or two at the sight of her glistening holes being opened and on display for him. He’s been remiss in teaching the girl the proper commands and positions that most alphas would expect an omega to know when they acquire a new contract, but he’d taught her how to present to him from almost the second she’d gotten her first heat. He loves the look of his little girl spreading herself open for him, her hole dripping eagerly, unable to help herself. 

“Good girl,” Beau hums, one hand on his dick and the other reaching out to tease at the small pucker of her asshole, knowing that having his touch so close to where she wants it is infuriating for her. 

“Alpha,” she mewls desperately, shaking her ass against him and inadvertently forcing the tip of his thumb inside of her, dry. The omega clenches around him involuntarily and Beau chuckles under his breath, considering… but no, he wants to be inside a different hole right now. He can already feel his knot beginning to build at the base of his dick, his balls hanging heavy and full between his legs and ready to mark his little girl where she’s wet and wanting. 

“Tell me where it hurts, ‘mega,” the alpha taunts lightly, trailing his fingers gently down between her thighs, already knowing exactly where she’s burning for him most hotly. “Tell me where you want me and Daddy will make it feel all better, I promise.” His voice catches roughly in his throat, his offer coming out as more of a threatening growl than he intended. From the feel of Y/N’s lips quivering over his knuckles as they brush by her hole, she doesn’t mind his darker tone one bit, and that surprises Beau a little. He’s always known her to respond well to him when he’s sweet and doting more than anything else.

“You know where, Daddy,” Y/N whimpers, her head hanging limply between her shoulders as her hips continue to rock back toward him of their own accord. She presses her knees a little wider and arches her back, pushing her cunt more firmly into his field of vision in illustration of her point, but Beau still wants to hear her say it. He knows that if her heat hadn’t already flushed her skin as dark and hot as it could go, she’d be flushed from humiliation by now, the poor, desperate little creature. 

With monumental effort, Beau snatches his hand out from between her legs, depriving her of all skin to skin contact. He touches himself instead, spreading the slick that had leaked out of her and dripped down over his fingers onto the head of his cock, massaging the tip languidly and letting his head loll back on his shoulders, groaning in seductive satisfaction. 

“I need you inside of me, alpha!” Y/N protests, her body shivering with need. “Now, now, now,” she chants, and Beau can see her cunt clenching in rhythm with her begging and he grins. 

“Close,” the alpha sighs, needing to take his hand off himself to catch his breath. “But you still need to be more specific, baby girl.” He leans forward onto his hands and knees, hovering over the girl but keeping the smallest breadth of space between them. “Do you want Daddy here?” he asks inquisitively, bringing up one hand and tracing his fingers over her mouth, which is hanging open like an excited puppy as she tries to take in enough air to keep from going light-headed. Immediately, she sucks his fingers in between her lips, craving whatever contact she can get from him, but she still whines that no, that’s not what she’d meant. 

“Oh, sorry,” Beau laughs under his breath and stands back up on his knees again, bringing his now spit-sodden fingers with him. “You meant here, didn’t you?” He teases one finger around the pucker of her ass again, slicking her up but not pushing in any further, and reveling in the sound of anguished desire that seems to seep out of her every pore. 

“I hate you,” Y/N complains, caught somewhere between laughter and actual tears. 

“I know,” Beau grins ruefully, but, finally taking pity on the girl–and not at all because his cock was desperate for him to stop teasing and move on with the proceedings of the day–he slides his hand down and presses two fingers gently into the wet-hot vice of her body. “There we go,” he coaxes her orgasm out of her quickly, stroking the tips of his fingers against her clit from the inside, making her even more wet, if that was even possible. He felt her slick dripping down his palm and curling around his wrist like tendrils of desire. He wanted her soaking before he fucked her, so he could slide his knot in without hurting her too much, though he didn’t want her too stretched out, he craved the feeling of forcing her open on his cock too deeply. 

While Y/N is still cumming against his hand, grinding her hips down against him in an effort to prolong the press of his thumb against her taint, Beau takes himself by the root and nudges forward on his knees into a better position, then deftly swaps his cock for his fingers, sliding into the omega while she’s still convulsing with her climax, and nearly sending Beau straight over the edge himself. He pulls out almost immediately, torturing the pair of them in equal measure and taking a steadying breath to reign in his alpha’s instincts to knot the girl and be done with it. He wants to make it good for her still, wants it to last. And he most definitely wants her to cum one more time before he sticks them together for the foreseeable, because otherwise she’ll continue to burn too hot for comfort. Beau’s helped Y/N through enough heats by now to know how many times he needs to force her to cum before her body is truly satisfied. 

“Fuck Alpha, put it back in,” Y/N groans, her head dropping onto her forearms, braced in front of her like a little pillow, and sending her ass waving in the air invitingly. Beau is done teasing now, he’s had a taste of her cunt, and there’s no use in denying that he’s just as desperate as she is. He steadies himself with one of his large, long-fingered hands wrapped possessively around the swell of her hip and feeds his cock back inside of her, plunging in straight to the root. Fixing his other hand on her hip, the alpha begins to rut against her eagerly. The clap of their skin echoes dully beneath the higher pitch of Y/N’s whimpers, climbing closer and closer towards breathless screams as Beau’s knot grows and pushes against the supple rim of her entrance with more force on each thrust. 

Once he gets going, Beau is never usually much of a talker. His mind always blanks out with the devastating pleasure that surges through him any time he’s buried in his baby girl’s cunt. The alpha urges that are so intrinsically part of him are only ever allowed to overtake him when he’s like this–any other time he keeps them carefully under wraps. As a law enforcement agent, he’s always been sensitive to the impression that the entire system is overrun by alpha-hole douchebags, and he strives to swim against that particular current wherever possible. But with a mewling omega in heat on her hands and knees for him and hanging off his cock like it’s a lifeline, there's nothing he can do to stop himself from succumbing to the biological need to possess her body and mark his territory. 

A high-pitched squeal brings Beau out of his self-centered, rapturous fog, and he looks down to see Y/N squirming against him, her skin deeply flushed and slick as an eel beneath the pads of his fingertips. Her body clutching onto his cock so tenderly, her insides just as slippery as her outsides now, sends a surge of satisfaction to the alpha’s chest, and he can feel his resolve to continue fucking her into next week beginning to falter. 

“You want my knot, baby girl?” he chokes out, short of breath. 

“Need it,” Y/N answers weakly, her words muffled because she’s buried her face in one of her pillows in an attempt to stifle the volume of her screams somewhat. 

“That’s what’s gonna make you feel all better, isn’t it?” Beau coos, his hips snapping against hers more urgently, forcing his knot to breach her hole and rutting inside her, pressing the swollen flesh as intentionally as he can against her g-spot before he feels the cum begin to shoot out of him, surrounding the tip of his cock in that strangely cool sensation that sets his nerves tingling. Y/N’s heat makes her cunt run so hot that his cum is actually cooler than her body temperature, and Beau has always reveled in the incongruence of it. He’s always wondered if the omega can feel it when he cums inside of her, or if she’s too overheated to notice. 

“Thank you,” Y/N utters softly, and Beau can hear the tears in her voice, crying in relief as her heat begins to break, a feverish sweat pooling in the dips of her spine.

“Anytime, baby girl,” Beau whispers, kissing her softly on the nape of her neck, brushing damp hair aside to do so. He stays on his knees, rubbing the girl’s back soothingly as the tension and cramps bleed out of her muscles and she melts into an unresisting puddle of skin and bones beneath him on the bed.

Y/N wakes from her heat-haze sometime after dinner, the soft golden light of sunset hot on her cheek where it’s been magnified by the glass panes of the window. The fact that she can distinguish the heat of the sun from the heat of her body is a positive sign that most of her biological urges have been assuaged, but she can feel the cramps beginning to tighten again in the pit of her stomach and knows that her cycle hasn’t quite passed yet. Scenting the air, Y/N searches for the lingering tendrils of her father in the atmosphere of her bedroom but finds them too faint to be helpful to her condition. Begrudgingly, she swings herself sideways out of bed and shifts her weight heavily onto her feet, fighting off the wave of dizziness that threatens her when she gets upright. 

Her father is in the kitchen–Y/N can smell the gas from the old flame-burning stove that came with the house when they moved here–and she makes her way to him, idly remembering to pull on the small silk robe he’d gotten her when she turned sixteen. Most of the time, Beau keeps it in his dresser so that it smells of him when she needs to wear it, and she gratefully inhales the familiar scents that simultaneously settle the aching in her muscles and make her stomach clench in arousal. The sensory experience of being an omega is overwhelming at the best of times, even more pronounced when she’s got her heat, and Y/N often wonders if alphas experience their rutting cycle just as acutely or if it’s easier on them–the way everything else in the world seems to be. 

Beau hadn’t made a single mention of selling her contract to another alpha after Y/N’s sixteen birthday had passed and she’d become viable as the government likes to put it. For the moment, she doesn’t mind the state of their situation. Beau takes good care of her, Y/N knows that, and she can’t deny that he more than satisfies her heats when they come around on their regular rotation–though less frequently then they might if she wasn’t taking the suppressants her father had had the pediatrician prescribe for her. She often feels a niggling wonder about whether her father would ever trade her contract if she asked him to. Love matches were nearly as common as arranged partnerships these days, but Y/N has never met anybody that tempted her to ask Beau to release her. Sometimes, she has the feeling, deep down, that her father might be keeping it that way. 

Still, if her options were to be traded to a complete stranger, or simply stay home as her father’s omega, Y/N knows which one she would choose. So for the time being, she tried not to worry about just how possessive her alpha father sometimes is over her. 

“Hey, baby girl,” Beau greets her when she enters the kitchen, sinking languidly into a chair at the table. She notices he’s only laid one place, he was probably expecting her to sleep for longer. She hums noncommittal in response and hears her father chuckle under his breath from his position in front of the stove. There’s a small thwick as the gas is turned off and the resultant flames flicker out beneath the pan, the smell of gas and smoke still pungent in the air and masking her father’s scent too much for Y/N’s liking. 

As if he’s read her thoughts, Beau quickly deposits the pasta from the saucepan he’s carrying onto his plate–a much bigger helping than one person should need–then returns the pan to the stove, shrugs the dish towel off his shoulder onto the counter, and hurriedly grabs a tray of ice cubes from the freezer before sliding himself into his chair and shoving back a little farther from the table, patting his knee in invitation. Y/N can’t help a curious glance towards his lap before she takes her new seat, and is inwardly pleased to see the early stirrings of arousal there. 

She settles herself on his knees as if she was sitting side-saddle on a horse, draping one arm around his shoulders while his arms come up to circle around his waist, reaching towards the tray of ice he’d brought to the table with him. Playfully, Y/N parts her lips, her tongue peeking forward expectantly, and Beau smirks as he plops a small ice cube into her mouth, then laughs as she sucks on his fingers while she lets the ice melt against her tongue, sending a rush of blessedly cool water down her throat. He feeds her more ice chips while she squirms in his lap, once again feeling the slick begin to bloom, hot and wet, between her thighs, even as her chest revels in the chill of the ice that she’s been consuming. 

“Need you, alpha,” Y/N whispers shyly. Despite how much she enjoys being knotted, she still feels some kind of innate shame in the pit of her stomach about how badly she wants–needs– it that she doesn’t think will ever go away. 

“You should eat something first, sweetheart,” Beau suggests, but Y/N can hear the desire beneath his tone telling him to forget dinner for the moment. 

“Don’t want to wait, Daddy,” she shakes her head obstinately, pushing out her lower lip in a pout. 

Beau rolls his eyes at her but gently pushes her up from his lap. His hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants and push the elastic down, extracting his cock and balls carefully so as not to snap himself inadvertently. He then spins a finger in the air, indicating to the omega that he wants her to turn around, and Y/N feels his hands at her waist, pulling her back towards him and settling her onto his lap once more, her legs straddled over his, her back pillowed against his chest, and his erection slipping neatly between her legs and up inside her. They both sigh happily as he presses her down to sit more firmly on his legs, resting all of her weight against him, which grinds his cock more deeply inside her, to the point where Y/N would swear she can feel the tip of him in her stomach. 

“There you go, ‘mega, just relax,” Beau reassures her gently, circling his arms around her waist and reaching for the table once again, this time picking up his fork and twirling several noodles swiftly around its tines. He raises the food to her lips and bids her eat, all while rocking her in his lap like he used to when she was a little girl who was very picky about what she liked to eat–except now as he rocked her, his cock dragged slowly and teasingly inside her cunt with every back and forth motion. 

Y/N let herself be fed, Beau alternating forkfuls of pasta between each of them until the plate was empty. Bringing his now-free hand down between her legs, he toys with her clit softly, rolling the pads of his fingers in provocative circles over the folds of skin and bringing her to a gentle climax, the kind that tingles through every hair on her body and fills her with a warmth that’s much more pleasant than the kind her heat brings on. 

There’s still a few ice cubes left in the tray on the table, now partially melted and floating in individual pools of cold water. Y/N reaches out for one and slips it into her mouth, sucking down to the cool relief happily before reaching for another and holding it over her shoulder for her father’s lips to snatch from her fingertips. That’s all the respite he gives her in coming down from her orgasm before he suddenly stands, his cock still lodged firmly inside her, and shove the omega face down onto the table, pushing the leftover dinner items and tray of melted ice cubes carelessly to the floor in the process as the alpha takes over from the father, no longer caring for her comfort or wellbeing and simply using her body as what it was meant to be.

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[foxywrites]

AFTG - SPY AU (P1) || to hunt a rabbit - chapter one

AI-less Whumptober 2023 - Day 8 : Panic attacks / Dissociation / Seizure || @ailesswhumptober Flufftober 2023 - Day 8 Alt 8 : Rainy Day Give Your Character a New Occupation|| @flufftober Angstober 2023 - Day 8 : Dark Days || @angstober Bad Thing Happen Bingo - O1 : Held at Gunpoint || @badthingshappenbingo Halloween Horror Bingo (1/3) - Covered in Blood || @halloweenhorrorbingo Halloween Horror Bingo (2/3) - Monster with a Kind Face || @halloweenhorrorbingo Halloween Horror Bingo (3/3) - What Goes Around Comes Around || @halloweenhorrorbingo Tarot Card Bingo - Wheel of Fortune || Notion Page AFG Angst Bingo - B4 : Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde || @anyfandomangstbingo AFG Dark Bingo - B1 : Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift || @anyfandomdarkbingo Spies Bingo 2023 - G4 : Stalking || @spies-bingo Fall Flash Slumber Party Bingo - I1 : Autumn Aesthetics: Bundling up in blankets || @slumberpartybingo Post JBB 2023 : "Do you need me to kill someone for you?" || @julybreakbingo

To Hunt a Rabbit by foxywrites

Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Summary: With the amount of blood staining their hands, a bodyguard was anything but what the foxes were.

"For how much?"

"A million."

But maybe they could make an exception this time.

Word Count: 3185

Rating: Mature

Trigger Warnings: Canon-Typical Warnings, Canonical Rape/Non-con, Blood and Torture, Whump, Morally Grey Characters, Presumed Dead

Relationships: Neil Josten & Ichirou Moriyama, Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau, The Foxes | Palmetto State Foxes Member(s) & Neil Josten, Jean Moreau & The Trojans | USC Trojans Member(s), Kevin Day & Neil Josten & Jean Moreau, Katelyn/Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick/Erik Klose, Matt Boyd/Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Seth Gordon/Allison Reynolds, Allison Reynolds/Renee Walker (All For The Game), Kevin Day/Seth Gordon, Kevin Day/Allison Reynolds

Additional Tags: Neil Josten as Abram, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Alternate Universe - Hackers, Soft Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Slow Burn, Asexual Aaron Minyard, Asexual Renee Walker, Aromantic Seth Gordon, Protective Foxes | Palmetto State Foxes Member(s) (All For The Game), Andrew Minyard is not Medicated, Exy Does Exist (All For The Game)

#tw: #blood #Panic attacks #su*c*de attempt #disassociation #prompts: #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday8 #flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 8 #Bad Thing Happen Bingo #bthb #anyfandomdarkbingo #Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift #anyfandomangstbingo #spies bingo #Halloween Horror Bingo 2023 #HHB2023 #Covered in Blood #What Goes Around Comes Around #Tarot Card Bingo #Post July Break Bingo 2023 #PostJulyBreakBingo 2023 #foxy's updates

[granatkoroleva]

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

Title ⊳ Spellbound

Fandom ⊳ Marvel, The Covenant

Rating ⊳ E

Pairing ⊳ Dark!Witch!Bucky Barnes/Incubus!Chase Collins

Warnings ⊳ None

Word Count ⊳ 2K

Summary ⊳ While foraging through the woods in search of the missing ingredient for a spell, Bucky stumbles upon a strange and mysterious ritual being performed by a group of cloaked figures. As he watches from a distance, the group suddenly disperses, leaving just one person behind - a young man named Chase.

Tags ⊳ Dark Magic AU, Crack Crossover Pairing, Not Canon, Dark Fic, Secret Relationship, Mentions of Dubious Spell craft, Age Difference, Explicit Content

Prompt ⊳ This is for the @pupandkisasaesthetics 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 so much love to @rookthorne & @sgt-seabass for hosting such a fun event. My prompt image is a part of the mood board and also below for your viewing pleasure 🖤

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 @buckybarnesevents - “Free Week ‘S - Secrets”

Also, created for:

@julybreakbingo | Alt: Failing to Tame the Beast & I - 2 Barebacking // Scalding Hot Consent Issues Bingo fill: G - 4 AU - Dark Fantasy // @anyfandomdarkbingo fill: I - 5 Love Potion/Spell @anyfandomgoesbingo O - 1 Outdoors Sex

@sebastianstanbingo fill: N - 3 (free space) Chase Collins

Author's Note ⊳ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | Masterlist | AO3

#bucky barnes #pupandkisasaethetics #hotbuckysummer2023 #anyfandomdarkbingo #sebastian stan bingo #smutconnoisseur #anyfandomgoesbingo #fic moodboard #ao3 #chase collins #the covenant #sebastian stan #july break bingo #bucky barnes events

[myulalie]

Title: An Unexpected Passenger

Pairing: Alex Rider/Yassen Gregorovich

Rating: Teen

Word count: 5 445

Tags: Mermaid Alex Rider, AU - Mutants, First Meeting, Sick Fic, Dehydration, Human Trafficking, Captivity, Canon Typical Violence, Ships/Boats, Bathing & Washing, Touch starved, Isolation Trope, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Summary: Yassen glances at Alex then, wide blown eyes, dry lips and windswept blonde hair, their encounter a secret for the salt water to keep.

For Alex, Yassen will risk it all (read on AO3).

Created for the Alex Rider Bingo (sick fic) as well as the Dark Bingo.

#alex rider #yassen gregorovich #alex rider bingo 2023 #af dark bingo #anyfandomdarkbingo #autopromo #fanfic #mermay #delayed i guess but still

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

On The Tide - Chapter Seven

The ship prepares to dock for repairs, and the crew reduces by one.

Prompts met; - “Our Business Here is Finished” and “I’m rather understanding of mutineers.” – @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition); - ‘Kissing Them Back’ and ‘Morning Cuddles’ - Fandom-Free Bingo (Frosty Edition); - ‘Teeth-Clenched Teamwork’ – @badthingshappenbingo; - ‘Still Stuck in the Past’ – Five Nights At Freddy’s Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo); - ‘Mental Illness’ – @anyfandomdarkbingo. CW: homophobia, transphobia, mentions of institutional homophobia and the death penalty.

Check it out below or on AO3 here. Boards at the bottom, dividers by me!

It was the best night of my life, curled up against him, falling into an easy doze between shy bouts of heated kissing, our hands tentatively grasping at one another. He was careful not to rush me in spite of my presence in his bed, his touches never brushing bare skin or anywhere especially charged. He was perfectly willing to simply kiss  me back, moving entirely at my pace.

When I stirred and blinked against a sharp sunrise, he was gazing down at where I was nuzzled into his chest, a soft smile gracing his features. “…Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” I whispered back, unable to keep from grinning shyly as I buried closer, eliciting a chuckle and a strong hand gently caressing my spine. My own fingers wrapped in his shirt, pulling myself automatically closer.

“Sleep well?” he mused, his thumb skimming over my tender lower lip with a smirk as I blushed. With a slight shift, I raised one arching at the evidence of his arousal.

“I did… What about you?” I retorted, hips twitching minutely toward him and earning a sharp gasp for my efforts. His eyelids flickered briefly, fingertips tensing against my skin for a heartbeat before he fought back his composure.

“Very well, thank you. Surprisingly so, given the boy squirming against me in his sleep…” He chuckled as I flushed deeper, an air of pride flickering around him as he regained the upper hand with his merciless teasing.

“Perhaps your… Situation was far too evident for even the most deeply asleep to ignore,” I quipped dryly, one hand finding the back of his neck to press my body nearer to his. My heart hammered a little harder as arousal made his pupils flare, his length twitching against my hip pointedly while I maintained an innocent smile. With a quiet groan, he kissed me deeply, his weight quickly pinning me against the sheets as he rutted against me lightly – making sure I knew exactly how much he wanted me, but leaving my response entirely open to my own choice.

I blushed and pulled away minutely, brushing my lips against his in a chaste motion. Every inch of my body burned to be with him, but…

He cupped my jaw gently, running his thumb over my cheekbone tenderly. “It’s okay,” he murmured, feeling my hesitation. “I never want you to feel obligated to… For anything, you hear me? I’m perfectly happy to wait for you.”

With a shy chuckle, I buried my face in his chest, revelling in the feeling of his arms snaking around me. “I… I’ve never done it before.”

He hummed sympathetically for a moment before pausing, his fingers stilling against my back. “… With a man?” Wincing, I shook my head against him, and he sucked in a breath. “Oh.”

“Yeah. It’s… Pretty complicated, for people like me,” I noted softly, and he nodded once, his lips brushing my hair.

“Well… I never want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I’m here, if or when you decide you want to… Try things out.”

I could hear the smile in his voice, and I chuckled, rubbing my cheek against his sturdy chest. “I will bear that in mind.”

I expected him to leap away from me the second we left the cabin, enforcing a public image, but his fingers tightened in mine as I went to pull back, holding me fast to his side.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, sweet boy…” he purred, his lips trailing along my jaw lightly. “I’ve waited far too long to have you close to me to let you wander off now.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, leaning against his strong arm, free fingers caressing his bicep lightly. “I believe I have duties to attend to, Captain Tyne,” I quipped, smirking. “You’ll have to release me, or I’ll be the cause of a mutiny.”

“Well, personally, I’m rather understanding of mutineers,” he breathed, his mouth pressing soft and sensual against my skin, sending shivers down my spine as I hummed happily.

“I’m sure – but I’ve only just got here. I don’t think I’m quite ready to walk the plank just yet.”

With a theatrical sigh, he let go of me at last, pressing one last kiss to my temple. “Fine, fine… But I’ll want you back as soon as you’re free, do you hear me?”

Snorting, I nodded, pressing my lips to his for a final time. “Understood, Lieutenant.”

The ship had turned toward the East, heading toward a distant horizon and the promise of an Indonesian port. We’d sustained some damage in the firefight with the shark hunters – not that I’d noticed between my repeated dunks in the ocean and the overwhelming concern that I held for Greg.

I’d heard from Neri that we often ended up returning to port soon after an incident like that, not risking the vessel by chasing down another scrap, as hard as it was to know that there was still suffering occurring while we had to mend our ship. I’d been sympathetic to her guilt, nodding along as she lamented having to actively ignore hunting parties in favour of longevity. It sounded like a particular kind of hell, watching the ships bearing down on their prey while we were forced to sail past without intervening, but I knew she was right – better to be able to keep going and be around to help for years to come than to interrupt one specific occasion and be stuck on land for the indeterminate future.

Despite my worries, I had a job to do – though a pair of narrowed eyes following me proved disruptive, making me second guess every move I made with hands shaking uncertainly. The coastline was in sight before my irritation finally came to a head, and I turned to the man hoisting on a rope beside me, our shared strength making short work of the sail overhead.

“You’ve been glaring at me all day; what the hell is your problem?” I snapped, hands curling tight around the salt-encrusted line. Walker snorted, barely sparing me a glance as his lip lifted with disdain.

“The Navy should never have changed their rules… Then the rest of us wouldn’t be unwittingly sailing under someone like him.”

I hummed unconsciously, barely listening to his complaint, before I froze as comprehension dawned, eyes flashing to the Corporal briefly as I prayed for a misunderstanding. “Someone ‘like him’?” I repeated slowly, swallowing the bile rising in my throat.

“A fag.” He didn’t look up as he secured his line, though I saw his mouth twitch in amusement. “Though… Is he a fag, screwing something like you?” I could only blink owlishly in response, struggling for breath as my heard hammered beneath my shirt. He looked up at last at my silence, predatory grin stretching wider as he took in my shock. “What? You think we didn’t all know? Nobody’s going to mistake you for a man, dyke. The scars just confirmed it.” His gaze flicked to my hand, half concealed by the sleeve of my shirt, and his smirk grew wider. “And you couldn’t even get through a war without losing a limb. Are you disappointing at everything, or is it just-”

His words died as he was jerked bodily around, his spine cracking audibly as it collided violently with the mast, the furious face of his Captain pressed close. “Finish the sentence,” Lieutenant Tyne breathed, his voice barely perceptible over the gentle wind. “I dare you.”

Walked swallowed nervously, shooting me a half-glance as he tried to shift away, palms raised. “I-I… I was just-”

“Just explaining how the person I am enamoured with is less of a man than any other due to the circumstances of his birth? Or how – what was it? … Oh, yes. ‘The Navy never should’ve changed their rules’.” Greg smiled thinly, his expression showing just how unamused he was. “So you think the ‘fags’ should be imprisoned, hm?”

Walked hesitated briefly before meeting the Captain’s eyes, steady but fearful. “No, Sir,” he replied evenly, despite the Adam’s apple bobbing nervously in his throat. “Not imprisoned, no. Fags like you should still be hung.”

I snarled as I stepped forward, but a gentle hand at my elbow held me fast. Glancing down, I found dainty fingers around my arm, accompanied by a soft smile and tender brown eyes. “It’s okay,” she soothed quietly, still holding me tightly as I fought to wriggle free and hurtle myself at the insubordinate crew member. “Lieutenant Tyne’s got this.”

“But I-”

“He’s a dick, but he’s the Captain’s responsibility,” she pressed, glancing back to Greg.

I nodded stiffly, not looking away as my Lieutenant stepped closer, toe to toe with the petulant homophobe – smiling softly, despite everything, as he considered his crew member with a gentle shake of his head. “How sad it must be to be so stuck in the past,” he murmured, tutting with faux sympathy. “What a terrible and bleak world you must live in when love cannot be offered and given freely.”

Walker growled, clearly incensed by his Captain’s politeness, eyes narrowed hatefully. “And how sad it must be to be such a sick fucking f-”

“We dock in Indonesia within the hour,” Gregor interrupted smoothly, turning his head to assess the coastline. “After that, our business is finished. If you don’t want to sail under a fag, then you can depart this ship once we make land, and may our paths never cross again. And if you ever speak to my soldier like that again…” his eyes flashed furiously once more, fixing him with a stare so threatening that my spine trembled in second-hand terror, “you will not be walking away in one piece.” He turned toward a pair of well-built men, inclining his head. “This man is no longer a part of our crew. Keep him under surveillance until we land, then escort him from the ship.”

His orders received a simultaneous nod of understanding, and firm hands grasped the biceps of their former crewmate, dragging him away as he spluttered, red faced and furious. Gentle arms enveloped me, cradling my still-trembling body against a broad chest, and I buried my face in his shoulder as his fingers trailed my spine. “Are you okay?” he murmured, lips brushing softly against my temple, and I nodded slowly.

“I am now. Thanks to you.”

#mine #fanfiction #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #rating: t #fivenightsatfreddysbingo #seasonal delights bingo #fandom free bingo: flight edition #fandom free bingo: frosty edition #fandomfreebingo #bucky x original male character #bucky barnes #winter soldier #fanfic #queer #mlm #Win Speaks #badthingshappenbingo #anyfandomdarkbingo

[sadbi-hours]

Title: The Body In The Woods

Pairing: Nick Goode/ Ziggy Berman

Rating: SFW

A/N: haha I wish I knew what this is for. I don't. TW: kidnapping underage kids, implied stalking by an ex, allusions to a murder, and held hostage and made to be in a relationship with captor.

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt and Google Images

Created For:

@anyfandomgoesbingo: Custom Card- Zicky Ship Bingo- N1- "Can you both stop fighting? It's awkward enough being in this car as is."

@anyfandomaubingo: G2- Detective AU

@anyfandomangstbingo: B1-Escaping the Country

@anyfandomkinkbingo: G4- Actor AU

@mfbingo: B4- Enemies to...

Description:

"I swear if you say one more thing, I'm gonna take this car and drive it into a tree...and it won't be me who dies." Nick spits, his tone was harsh, like the evil that he allowed to fill his soul all those years ago at Nightwing.

Ziggy just levels him with a cold stare."Do it, but trust me when I say this," she lowers her voice. "I'll find a way to take you with me."

Josh and Simon clear their throats loudly. "Um, can you both stop fighting? It's awkward enough being in this car as is."

Deena, Sam, and Kate collectively roll their eyes. "Or you both can just sleep together already, the sexual tension in this car is getting to be unbearable..."

Or:

We can go back, to where it all started with an academy award and being invited to a wild drug and alcohol filled after-party in the town of Sunnyvale, OH... but the best night of her life ends with a dead body in the Shadyside woods and a vengeful ex-boyfriend, who's recently turned detective, to turn Christine Berman's life upside down and label her as another casualty of the past murderous Shadysider's.

Just a few days ago, she was on top of her game, an up and coming actress with a best selling novel about her traumas of Camp Nightwing, spreading the words of her sister's sacrifice and the curse of Shadyside...

But now she's been discredited, labelled as crazy and locked away in asylum and made to be a murderer by the only man she's ever loved–

And the only witnesses to the truth of the crime she's supposedly committed are a group of teenagers, who all have varying secrets they are hiding about what happened in those woods.

Nick Goode has destroyed her life, but he has his own deal to make: him. If she wants her freedom, she has to be with him. Escape away from Shadyside and Sunnyvale forever with a bunch of scared kids who can expose him.

Ziggy Berman has always been a survivor, and it seems Nick's evil knows no bounds, but if Ziggy wants to see the light of day again, she'll have to make her own deal with the devil.

#anyfandomgoesbingo #anyfandomaubingo #mfbingo #anyfandomangstbingo​ #anyfandomdarkbingo #fear street trilogy #nick x ziggy #nick goode #ziggy berman #and the gang #nick is still basically his evil and crazy self #he just doesn't die and kidnaps ziggy and the gang #you can see this as an enemies to lovers #but i see as more of Stockholm syndrome #ziggy is just trying to survive #and tbh so are the kids by offering ziggy at the alter #no one is really good people in this au #my edits #oh and nick definitely killed a man who was trying to sleep with ziggy

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Sweet Thoughts

Soldier Boy Masterlist

Summary: When her shop is trashed and robbed, Y/n is scared to go to work. Fortunately, a superhero offers help and protection. But those services aren’t free. And one day, he reclaims his payment.

Word Count: 4238

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Warning: SMUT, dub-con, p in v, unprotected sex, manipulation, coercion, grooming, Soldier Boy being an asshole very full of himself, break in, robbery, toxic masculinity

Square: @howbadcanitbebingo Historically Incorrect / @anyfandomdarkbingo​: Grooming

A/n: Hello everyone! So this fic was requested by @lifeissomethingelse​​​! I really wanted to set up this fic in the 1980, but then, historically, it wouldn’t work. There wasn’t really any pastry shop back then, let alone owned by a woman. So for the purpose of this fic and the bingo how bad can it be, I decided… Fuck it! Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts about it! This was also for @writercole​​ millennial challenge with the song (You drive me) Crazy by Britney Spears!

Soldier Boy POV

There was a sweetness in her that was addictive.

Just like his favourite pastry. Sugary, soft, too pretty to consume but yet, it was impossible to not lay his eyes on her and wanting her. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t interested in him, or if she wasn’t available. When Ben laid his eyes on her, it was exactly as if he just discovered the true meaning of hungry. Just looking at her left his mouth watering, his tongue licking his lips slowly as his green eyes detailed her through the window of her shop.

The pastry shop opened a couple of months ago, but never before he noticed. Of course, he smelled the delicious cakes they baked there everytime he walked by. Saw people entering and leaving with their arms full of delicious looking food, a smile stuck on their faces.

But it was the first time he truly saw her.

Soldier Boy was a superhero, so he wasn’t used to getting no as an answer. After all, he was a strong, beautiful man, every woman always looked at him like he was some kind of god. It was barely if they could hold themselves back from getting on their knees in front of him, begging to choke on his cock.

The small bell rang when Ben opened the door to enter the shop. Inside, it smelled even better. It reminded him of when he used to go to his grandma’s house back in the day. Hot summer days when she baked too many pies for the mouths she had to feed. He would always bring the extra back with him and his house would smell of those bakeries for days after the boxes were empty.

His dad hated that. Said eating too much would make him fat, not that it really mattered anyway.

Ben was always a fucking disapointment to him.

“Hello there,” Ben said, walking around the line of customers waiting to be served to speak directly to the girl. Laying an arm against the top of the showcase where the pastry where displayed, he flexed his arms subtly, just enough to show his muscles through his green costume.

“Welcome,” the girl immediately answered, a big, polite and oh so cute and pure smile on her face. Her hands rested against her apron and she took the time to look at him up and down before speaking again. “Please, if you want to purchase something, the end of the line is right there,” she politely gestured towards the door where the last customer was.

That took Ben by surprise. Not only did she deny him immediately after looking at him all over, clearly noticing he was a superhero, but she also asked him in the most polite way to make the line?

There was not an ounce of anger in her voice that betrayed her beautiful face as she turned her attention back to the customer in the front line to take their order.

Soldier Boy puffed his chest, not believing his eyes. “Sorry,” he said, pushing the customer aside to be in front of the girl. Her smile stayed on her face, but he could see and hear the barely perceptible sigh as she realised the customer he was would be troublesome. “Do you know who I am?” Ben grinned, opened his arms and pointed at himself.

“You’re Soldier Boy,” the girl answered, and that only made him grin harder. Of course she knew who he was. Another fan. No one could resist him. “But you need to make the line like everyone else, please,” she added. The sweetness of her tone betrayed her words and for a moment, Ben was sure she was actually asking for his order. 

Soldier Boy stopped before speaking. The girl was looking at him, and he knew everyone else was too. He could hear their heartbeats getting faster with the annoyance growing up.

“Fine,” he grumbled, rolled his eyes and walked to the back where the line ended. 

While he waited, Ben couldn’t believe how he was denied. Minutes passed that allowed him to think of a comeback, something he would tell her that would immediately make her fall on her knees for him. So stuck in his head, his ego clearly more disturbed than he wanted to admit, Ben didn’t even notice it was his turn.

“Soldier Boy, it’s your turn,” the voice of an angel brought him back from his head. As he walked closer to the counter, he cleared his throat, trying to use his most deep and sexy voice he knew women liked. “Thank you so much for waiting. What can I get you?” 

Once again, the sweetness emanating from her took him off guard. How could someone so pretty, so innocent, so sweet and kind, could be alive at the same time as him, in the same town, and he only finds her now? 

Now that he was close to her and that there were no unwanted and annoying people around, he could take the time to better admire her and breathe her all in. The smell of the pastry was nothing compared to her fragrance. She smelled sweet, like honey, like bread baking in the oven, and those smells were probably from working here all day. There was the natural smell of sweat, but he only noticed it thanks to the V bathing in his veins that enhanced his senses. 

Her face was simply perfect. To her eyes, her nose, her lips, everything looked simply delicious.

She was driving him crazy.

“I’ll take your favourite thing in the shop,” he said after a while of admiring her. Then, his signature grin stretched his lips. “And then, I’ll take you. On a date.”

This seemed to take her by surprise, because it took her a couple of seconds to react. Heat went up in her face and she avoided his gaze, clearly embarrassed by the flirtation, like no man ever tried that tactic before.

As she picked up a napkin and a bag, she put a pastry in it, not that Ben cared what it was, and placed it on the counter. “That’ll be fifteen cents please.”

His suits had pockets, it wasn’t the problem. But never before did he have to pay for things he wanted, so of course, Soldier Boy didn’t have anything on him. “I must have forgotten my wallet at home,” he offered her one of his knockout smiles, knowing it would work.

It always did.

“Usually, I would have said to come back with the money, but since you’ve been kind enough to make the line, here,” she smiled, handing him the bag with the pastry. “It’s on the house.”

“Thank you,” Soldier Boy took the bag, making sure to brush his fingers against the soft skin of her hand. “So, when does your shift end?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, implying the meaning of his question that way.

“We close at 8pm,” she answered, and he was sure it meant a yes, but the smile she now had on her face was a sorry smile. A smile that meant no.

No.

No one ever told him no before.

“I’ll pick you up at 8 then,” he said, acting like he didn’t understand.

“Soldier Boy,” the girl interrupted him before he left. “It’s not… I’m really flattered, really, but I am… not interested,” she put it simply.

It was like she took his knife and stabbed him right in the middle of the chest. He was being denied. Refused. She refused him.

It was the first time. And it should’ve made him angry, but it did the opposite. Being denied just increased the want. The need. The challenge.

She would be his no matter what.

“Alright,” Soldier Boy shrugged like it was no big deal. Walking closer again, he whispered his next words. “Be careful, it can become scary at night.” Knowing his words had the effect he wanted on her, the hero stepped back, offered her another grin and started walking towards the exit. “By the way, what’s your name?” He asked just before leaving.

“Y/n,” the girl answered. There was no smile anymore on her face, and his super hearing informed him her heart was now beating faster.

“Well, I’ll see you around, Y/n. Thanks again for the food.”

-

Your POV

It was a long day. Usually, when the shop is that busy, you always have one or two more employees that help, but today was just…

And there had been weird people coming in and out. 

One in particular couldn’t leave your mind. How he talked to you and flirted with you, even asked you on a date, it was still so overwhelming, you had no idea how you managed to stay so calm while telling him no. You had to admit, he was hot as hell, and popular, and a hero, and he asked you out?

It was way past 8pm and you just finished closing everything. Once it was done, you walked to the front door, locked it, and started heading home.

“Crap,” you muttered, looking everywhere in your purse without finding it. You forgot your wallet in the shop. Turning around, you headed back towards the place when suddenly, you heard it.

Windows being broken. Things getting trashed out.

“No no no!” You started running towards the noise, hoping so much it wasn’t your shop that was being vandalised and robbed. But the closer you got, the more your hope disappeared. 

It was a complete disaster. The bay window was broken, and inside, there was glass on the floor, chairs had been broken, and a silhouette was right where the cash register was. Metallic noises informed you he was trying to force it open.

The thief was still there.

Stepping back slowly, you tried to not be seen. Your shop was a mess, but if the person saw there was a witness, it could end very badly for you. But then, something broke under your foot, making way too much noise, and you froze on the spot. The burglar stopped trying to open the register and you swore he was now looking at you. It was too dark to see anything but the frame and the shadow of a person, but you knew his eyes were staring right at you.

Strength finally filled your legs, or maybe it was adrenaline, and you were running away from the scene. Hoping to meet anyone that would be outside so late, anybody to help you.

Glancing back, you checked to see if he was close when your body met something hard and firm. You gasped, your scream stuck in your throat, fear so strong in your body as you thought the burglar caught you. You struggled against the hold of the body, but it was no use. He was stronger.

“Y/n? Is that you?”

You recognized the voice immediately. It wasn’t hard, he left quite the impression when he came by to your shop earlier. You stopped struggling to look up and the tears ran down your cheeks when you saw his face. 

“Help me please,” you begged, hugging him like he was the buoy that would keep you from drowning. “There’s someone in the shop, they…”

“Don’t worry, I’m there,” Soldier Boy affirmed in a steady, strong voice. “I’ll save you.”

-

After that night, you’ve been afraid to leave work alone. Even going to work in bright daylight when there were witnesses everywhere scared you.

Solder Boy didn’t find anyone when he checked your shop that night. But the cost of the reparations were way too high for you, so now, you had to work twice as much. You couldn’t afford being afraid. So of course, when he proposed to protect you and your shop and didn’t ask money for it, you accepted.

That was one of your mistakes. Yes, he refused money. But he never said it was free. 

At first, everything was perfect.

Soldier Boy would be at your door in the morning, waiting for you to be ready to walk with you to work. Sometimes, he would be stopped by fans asking for autographs, which he would always accept with a big grin. It would never make you arrive late, though. 

Then, once you were safe, he would leave you as long as there was someone else with you in the shop. In the evening, he would be back and make the close with you, or simply take a seat and watch you as you cleaned the place. Then he walked you back home.

As days passed, you discovered he was actually really a good guy, doing all of that for you. Or maybe you were simply blinded by the safety that having a superhero such as him as a bodyguard brought you. Because you did feel safe. So safe.

After two weeks, you had enough savings to repair what had been destroyed inside the shop. The front window was the first thing you repaired so you could open again to get customers and sell again. 

And two weeks later, Soldier Boy asked for his payment.

You were at the back that day, in the kitchen. The baker was sick, so you placed your other employee at the front since they were still in training. The breads were slowly getting made, you had dough all over your apron and clothes and were very focused, so much you didn’t notice he was there. You only knew when you felt his hands on your waist.

“Gosh! You scared me,” you sighed as you turned to him. “The shop only closes in 4 hours, you know that, right?” You added when you saw him with his costume and shield on, with the exception of his mask. God, he had beautiful hair underneath, it looked so soft and-

“I protected you almost everyday for two weeks. I think it’s time I get my payment. Or my reward, in this case.”

You looked at him and frowned. Even if Soldier Boy didn’t have his mask on, he still had a mask on his face that hid everything. He showed no emotions.

Expressionless. Staring at you, barely blinking. A small grin at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, of course,” you nodded, wiping your hands on your apron. “How much do you want?”

If, at first, you felt safe with him, it was totally the opposite right now. As he waited for you to answer, you could feel it, his strong, dominant aura. Soldier Boy wanted something, and you knew he would do anything to get it. 

He scared you.

“I told you, I want no money. I don’t need money,” Soldier Boy answered, stepping closer to you. 

You swallowed hard, fear starting to get stronger inside of you. Stepping back, you forced your gaze to stay anchored in his and not show him how scared you actually were. “What… Do you want, then?”

How naive and innocent of you. You knew what he wanted. It was clear. Obvious. So obvious.

“Since the first time I laid my eyes on you,” Soldier Boy kept getting closer, and you couldn’t move away anymore, trapped between him and the table. “I wanted you. And I always get what I want.”

“Please,” you started to beg, but a finger laid gently on your lips to silence you. Every movement he made was slow. Soft. Calculated. Like he was a predator hunting a poor little scared prey.

“Don’t cry. I won’t force you. This is payment for my services. It is a fair deal. So, be a good girl, turn around and bend over. You’ll love this, I promise.”

You looked into his eyes. His pupils looked so blown out, almost all the green was gone. As he waited for your answer, his fingers stroked your cheek, lowering down to trace your jaw, and settled softly against your throat.

He was right, after all. You owed him. He was protecting you, and protecting your shop. It was only normal to give him what he wanted as payment, right? And after all… It wasn’t like you never thought about it, thought about how it would feel to have sex with the superhero.

So you obeyed.

Soldier Boy pinned you against the table, flour flying around as you tried to hold on against anything. Your face was right next to the bread you were making, and you looked at it while he lifted up your skirt and lowered your underwear. You kept on looking at it as he touched you all over, whispering things like how pretty you were, how soft your skin was and how good it would feel. And you couldn’t deny it no more, it already felt good, the praising, the touching, and despite the trap this actually was, you were turned on.

“Be sure to stay quiet…”

Like you were the most important and precious thing he owned, Soldier Boy went slowly. He held you tight, but not tight enough to hurt. As you felt his length stretching you open, you almost let a moan slip out, but his fingerless gloved hand immediately blocked the noise as he pressed it on your mouth. You understood the assignment and stayed quiet as he bottomed out.

“Good girl, taking me so well… Gonna remove my hand now and I’ll start moving, be sure to stay quiet for me, all right?”

His voice was so rough, it was like sandpaper scraping your skin. Or maybe it was his beard as he kissed your neck, making sure to leave marks everywhere he could. Marking you as his.

You nodded against the table, and then, he started to move.

At first, it was slow, and you managed to stifle your moans by biting on your lips hard enough to hurt. But then, he sped up his thrusts, and it felt so good, you were crying and whimpering under him. Your fist was in your mouth and you were biting it, anything to not make a single noise.

A hand on your throat warned you to do better than this and you clenched around him, trying to make him go slower because you wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. Soldier Boy redressed your body, your back flush against his torso, your hands barely touching the table anymore. In that position, he was even deeper but couldn’t go as fast. Still, he was deep, completely inside of you, and each thrust was well rough. 

It felt so good. So perfect. All you wanted was to tell him how good it felt and beg. For him to slow down or go faster, you didn’t know anymore. But all that escaped was a gasp as one of your hands rested on his, still on your throat.

Then, you understood why he put you in that position. Because that way, you could see the front of the shop through the small window of the kitchen. Could see all the customers and your employee. If you made any noise, they would hear. Turn their head and see Soldier Boy, balls deep inside of you, fucking you like you were only his toy.

You had no idea why, but that thought turned you on so fucking much. Your legs started shaking, your cunt throbbed and clenched and you closed your eyes, trying so hard to hold back the orgasm that was coming at full speed. Soldier Boy must have known, felt it, because next thing, his hand was on your mouth and he was ramming inside of you faster and deeper, and it felt so good, you came right there and then. Juice of pleasure went down your legs and soaked his pants, you were sure of that. 

But he never slowed down or stopped.

“You’re mine. You understand?” His voice whispered against your ears as his thrusts became uneven, and then you felt it. His cock throbbing inside of you, you could feel it with how deep he was inside of you, and then the ropes of cum filling you up as he came with a roar against your ear.

Exhausted, you could only fall back against the table. More flour flew around under the impact.

Soldier Boy pulled up your underwear, at least he had the decency to dress you up again. “Keep that inside,” he ordered, referring to his cum. His fingers pushed against your entrance above the tissue. “For the rest of the day. If you do that, then I’ll keep protecting you and your shop. Understood?”

“Y/n? We’re gonna need more bread soon!” A voice made from the front of the shop before you could answer. Gathering your last strength, you resumed a normal standing position just before your employee entered the kitchen. “Oh, I see you’ve been busy,” the employee noticed, and a wave of fear and shame drowned you for a second. You clenched around nothing and felt some of his cum leaking in your underwear. You had to be careful or else it would end up spilling through the clothing.

“I.. Uh…” you glanced behind you, but Soldier Boy was gone. “Yeah. Bread is coming, sorry,” you apologised. Your employee nodded and headed back to their post.

That was a close one.

Everyday after that, Soldier Boy came by to collect his payment. Each time, he had another request, or else, he would stop protecting you. At first, the blackmail was upsetting you, of course, you felt betrayed by the hero. But everytime he thrusted inside of you and fucked you to midnight, your head was becoming so fuzzy, you didn’t care at all about the why or how bad the situation actually was.

And then weeks passed, and you didn’t care about it anymore. All you wanted was his cock inside of you. His large, wide and rough hands, everywhere on your body. His scent wouldn’t leave your mind, driving you crazy at the point you had trouble falling asleep. You craved him. You would do anything for him. You needed him so bad.

A couple of weeks later, Soldier Boy had asked you to only wear an apron and work in the kitchen. You did as he told you and started baking donuts while waiting, but to be honest, the excitement was so strong, all you could think about as you made the correct form of the pastry was…

Your empty, leaking hole waiting to be filled.

“Good girl,” his voice reached your ears, and you felt yourself becoming even more aroused just hearing his voice. Hands slapped your ass cheeks and then spread them and you felt him stare at your privacy. Of course it was embarrassing. But you needed him too much to care. “I see you missed me,” he added and without even seeing him, you knew he had a big grin on his face.

Bending you again against the table, Soldier Boy slidded home, where he belonged. His cock felt so good, you moaned softly for only him to hear. 

“You’ve been so good to me, I think I’ll let you in on a little secret,” his thrusts always started slow, just like every time, he was discovering your pussy and wanted to feel every inch of it around his shaft. Taking his sweet time, building up the tension and the pleasure, and then he would ram inside of you until you couldn’t stand up and would see stars. “See,” his torso pressed against your naked back, it hurt a little, but the pleasure was way too strong for you to care. The anticipation of the moment he would fuck you hard and fast and make you cum. “I’m the one that trashed your shop and stole your money.”

That revelation should have given you a reaction. Anger. Betrayal. Fear.

But his hips had sped up, he was fucking you fast now, his grunts could only be heard because his mouth was close to your ear. Your head was becoming fuzzy again, it felt good, and you had to focus everything you had left on not making a sound. “Wh…What do… You mean…” You managed to say between two stifled moans.

“Baby, I'm so into you… You got that something, what can I do?” He said instead of answering. His strong hands squeezed your hips and a slap landed on your ass, almost breaking your lips with the moan that threatened to escape. “No one tells me no. I had to give you a reason…”

You were about to answer when a rougher thrust made you lose your balance and a shy moan escaped your vigilance.

“You drive me crazy… Sweet, sweet little Y/n…”

He manipulated you from the start. Lied to you. Destroyed your shop, created a strong fear in you that would make you dependent of him. And then, when it was time, he reclaimed his payment. And only when you were too deeply addicted to him did he reveal the truth. 

“Tell me you're so into me, that I'm the only one you will see, and I’ll swear you’ll never need anyone else to protect you and satisfy you.”

How could you say no? You couldn’t even think. As he fucked you hard and fast, just like you liked, it was impossible to have coherent thoughts.

And anyway, you were already in too deep.

“I’m… Yours… Always…”

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[holylulusworld]

Cell

Summary: Taken by an unknown enemy you face fear worse than death.

Pairing: Alpha!Winter Soldier x Omega!Reader

Square 10 filled for @anyfandomdarkbingo​: Free Space: Winter Soldier

Warnings: angst, language, hostage situation, scared reader, mentions of unwanted touching (no description/not winter soldier), a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics,  mentions of human trafficking 

A/N: I use some German words. For my story they brought her to a hideout in Germany. The winter soldier speaks German too. (it’s canon)

Thanks go to @dawn-petrichor-world​ for inspiring me with this ask

Prequel to Chains around your heart

All you remember is the pain in your neck. The smell of your sweat and pee. And then, darkness.

There is no normal after the men dragged you out of your little life to bring you here.

Darkness. Fear. Loneliness. That’s all you got left.

There is no light. No hope. No life to live left.

You can only sit on the ground of a dirty and cold cell and await death. Or worse.

The men. The monsters taking you away speak a language you don’t understand. They yell orders at each other and laugh when they watch you cower in the furthest corner to hide from them.

Asset. Omega. No. These are the only words you understand. 

One of the alphas who captured you tried to touch you once. He had his hands all over you until two of the others dragged him off you. The men told him no.

You still shudder when the man enters the cell to throw dry bread at you. 

Most of the time you try to shut your mind off. It’s easier to pretend you are not there, at this horrid place. You don’t have the strength to cry any longer. It’s been weeks since they took you, and you are constantly living in fear.

Fear of death. Fear of what the men will do to you. Fear of what comes after they are done with you. Fear of an unknown future.

You heard about human trafficking more than once these days. “Essen [food],” you frown as one of the friendlier men steps toward the cell door. It’s the first time they brought you more than bread or a tasteless sandwich.

“What’s that?” you croak. It’s been a while since you did more than weep and sob. You haven’t spoken for weeks, and your voice sounds raspy and thin. “Why am I here?”

“EAT!” he unlocks the cell door and steps inside. “You’ll need the—” he furrows his brows, combing through his brain to find the right word. “Stärke [strength].”

“Strength,” you repeat as he shoves the tray with food toward you. The man leaves the cell and locks the door again. “Why am I here?” you try again but won’t get an answer.

He leaves you there, alone, and even more scared.

The tray is filled with freshly cooked food, chicken, and potatoes. You even got an apple and a bottle of water. 

Your hands tremble as you reach for the plastic fork. It feels like you are eating your last meal. Maybe you are already running out of time.

Whatever awaits you won’t be good. You just know it.

But there is nothing you can do about it.

“Asset. Wir haben eine Überraschung für dich [We’ve got a surprise for you], one of the soldiers smirks at the asset. 

He huffs and drops his gaze.

It’s been a long mission and he’s just tired.

He killed a lot of people in the name of an organization enslaving him for centuries. Nothing will surprise him any longer.

There is only pain, blankness, and blood waiting for him.

“Du wirst sie lieben [You’ll love her.], another soldier chuckles. 

The man the world knows as the winter soldier steps toward the building that became his home for the last months. He grunts and follows the men inside.

For a moment he lifts his head and sniffs in all directions. His teeth grit and he feels blood rush to his lower half. He stiffens as something happens that he hasn’t experienced for years.

Suppressants and the constant use of drugs suppressed his ruts and his instinct. But today, he feels his alpha take over. The unadulterated and free creature rears its head as the winter soldier stops in his tracks.

He snarls and looks at the laughing men. It dawns on him that he’s even more trapped now.

The soldier is not surprised when he enters the cell and finds you there.

He scented you from the moment he entered the building. His insides churn as he knows, Hydra found something making him even more compliant...his true mate.

Your head snaps upward when a man enters the cell. He wears black body armor, leather gloves, and a mask hiding his features from your view.

“I-alpha,” you jump up and stare in his direction. His scent is overwhelming, and you can barely think straight. 

He grits his teeth as you stumble toward the exit of the cell. You want to talk to the alpha and scent him, but he slams the open door shut, leaving you alone in the cold cell.

“No! Don’t go. Please. I need to know why I’m here…” He doesn’t look at you for now. He just can’t.

The alpha will come back later. In the dead of the night. He'll hold you in his arms to calm your shaking form or save you.

If only he can sneak out and get to you.

"I'll bring you out of here, 'mega. Soon..."

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#winter soldier #bucky barnes #alpha!winter soldier #alpha!bucky barnes #anyfandomdarkbingo #winter soldier x reader #a/b/o #bucky barnes x you

[blackwood4stucky]

call of the moon

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | 🅴 | 🔞

word count: | complete

tags: fantastical elements, omegaverse, werewolf au, some blood and violence

The change was by no means new to him, he was true to this barbaric lifestyle, but that meant little as his spine crackled with the shift. It was a cruel fact of life, pain. - A ruin is what became of the beast's home, but beauty can still be found in the wilds.

bingo fills + event prompts

@afgomegaversebingo | scent marking

@anyfandomangstbingo | werewolf au

@anyfandomdarkbingo | revenge

@anyfandomgoesbingo | breeding

@badthingshappenbingo | wiping the other’s tears away

@buckybarnesevents: babb2023 | wet & messy [jan prompt]

creatures & cryptids: into the wilds bingo | lycan

@eclipsingbingo | first time

@fandombingo

mcu card | omegaverse rpf card | identity reveal

@fandom-free-bingo

valentine’s edition | werewolf au world book night edition | free space

@kinky-things-happen | knotting

@marvel-smash-bingo | free space

@multifandom-flash

april | free space march | enchanted forest omegaverse | scent fetish

@stuckybingo | free space

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | laceration

@ultimatechrisbingo | free space

@yearoftheotpevent | august: au of your choice

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

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[jessybarnes]

All Of Me

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader / Marc Spector Reader / Moon Knight x Reader / Khonshu x Reader (Platonic)

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: Angst, fluff, smut, monsters, injury, blood, crying, guns, fingering (female receiving), light restraint, wall sex, p in v, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 3,177

Beta(s): Just Grammarly and me

Written For:

@anyfandomaubingo - O4: Historical AU

@anyfandomangstbingo - I2: "Put. The. Weapon. Down."

@anyfandomdarkbingo - I4: Kindly Restrained

@anyfandomfluffbingo - N4: "This is where I saw you for the first time."

@badthingshappenbingo - O5: "Who did this to you?"

@thebo3bingo - G3: Vulnerability

@mfbingo - O5: Sharing Is Caring

@fandoms-writings - Remi's Neon Milestone Party: See writing prompts I used as a bonus below 🥰

Prompt(s): Used: "You shouldn't be out here by yourself." / "Let me kiss it better." / "What if someone hears us?"

Title Card: Yours Truly

You sigh as you check your phone for probably the thousandth time in the last ten minutes. Today is your one year anniversary with Steven, and you're supposed to be meeting him for a romantic indoor picnic at the museum where you met him. His plan was to let you in after he finished closing up the night.

Except he's late. He's never late.

You pull his contact info up and hit the call button, hoping he'll answer. It rings four times before going to voice-mail and that only makes the gnawing feeling in your gut worsen. His car's still here and it's well past the time his shift ended.

Deciding it's been long enough, you walk up the stairs and try the door. It opens and your brows furrow. It should have been locked from the outside over an hour ago. Slipping quietly inside, you adjust your purse on your shoulder and walk into the main exhibit area.

You've been in here before plenty of times, but the atmosphere is much different at night time. It's dark except for the small lights illuminating each of the exhibits and it casts a dim glow around them, their shadows appearing on the walls. It's almost...eerie.

"Steven?" You call. Your heels click on the tile floor as you glance around the room. "Steven, this isn't funny! You were supposed to meet me an hour ago!"

There's a noise in the distance behind you and you whirl around quickly. Fear creeps up your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Steven, if you don't get out here right now I'm leaving!"

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself. It's dangerous."

You jump at the sudden voice behind you and quickly turn to see your boyfriend. Only he isn't smiling that goofy smile you fell in love with, and now that your brain has processed his statement, that's not his voice either.

"Steven? What the fuck is going on? What do you mean it's dangerous?"

He cocks his head and narrows his eyes, "I'm not Steven, and you need to keep your voice down or it might hear you."

You stare up at him, waiting for the part where he tells you he's joking, but it never comes. He's serious and you aren't sure if you're more fed up or scared at this point.

"Fine. If you didn't want to have our date then all you needed to do was say so. I'm not sure what this is," you gesture to him as you start to back away, "but I've had enough. I'm leaving."

You turn and walk back towards the entrance, but as soon as you get back to the lobby a low growl sounds to your right. Slowly turning, you see a monster that reminds you of something from a horror movie.

This can't be happening... this is a dream. You've fallen asleep outside on the museum steps and you're dreaming. There's no other explanation to what you're seeing right now.

Slowly, you begin to back up as it creeps towards you. Its long claws scrape against the floor as it bares its sharp teeth at you. Your back hits the wall and your breathing gets quicker as you realize you've got nowhere to go. You're cornered.

It lunges and you let out a high-pitched scream as you press yourself as far into the wall as you can. It all happens in a matter of seconds. The swish of a cape, the snarling of the beast, and the searing pain of one of its claws slicing your arm.

"Ah! Oh, my god! What the fuck?!"

"Get to the bathroom right now and barricade yourself in. Don't open the door for anyone but me, do you understand?"

You don't even answer him as you bolt for the back of the room. Even though your heels make it difficult to run, you manage to get inside and slam the door shut. Taking a second to catch your breath, you grab the bench and prop it up against the door before backing up against the far wall.

Your arm is cut, your hands are shaking, and you're not sure when you started crying. Carefully, you clean your wound and manage to stop the bleeding. It's then that you notice how quiet it is. There's no sound of a struggle or the deep growls of whatever the fuck that thing was, and you can only pray that it's gone.

The sound of the door handle jiggling startles you, and your heart begins to race again. Reaching into your purse, you pull out your handgun and cock it before pointing it at the door.

"It's me, let me in."

There's that voice again...

Steven doesn't have an American accent. His voice is soft and kind, not rough and deep.

"Yeah, no, I'm good thanks. You can leave and I'll see myself out once you're gone."

You hear him sigh.

"Listen, I know you're scared, but I need to look at your arm."

You're silent as you contemplate your options. He looks like your boyfriend, and he did save you, so maybe you should hear him out.

You keep your gun aimed true as you move the bench back to where it was before stepping back.

"Fine, but don't even think about trying anything funny."

You move back against the far wall again as he opens the door. Your hands shake as you keep your gun pointed at him, your cheeks still wet from crying.

"That's far enough. Don't come any closer!"

He puts his hands up, looking between you and the barrel as he inches towards you.

"There's no need for that, Y/N. The threats gone now. I won't hurt you."

Your heart begins to race faster, "h-how do you know my name?!"

Even though the person standing before you looks like your boyfriend, he's literally the exact opposite of how Steven would act. And now that you've witnessed that terrifying monsters can exist, you're not entirely convinced that this man isn't some form of demon or doppelganger.

He stops, closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them again they're those soft, loving eyes you fell in love with just over a year ago.

"Y/N, please...I promise I'll explain, but you need to let Marc look at your arm. I'm so sorry this happened on our anniversary. God, I feel just awful."

The grip on your gun loosens, but you don't lower it, "Steven? Baby, please just talk to me now. What's going on? Who did this to you?"

He gives you a sympathetic look before tensing back up, his eyes squeezing shut. When they open back up, Marc has taken over again, his stare hard and determined.

"Come on, Y/N. Cooperate with me here. I'm not going to hurt you, but I have to look at your arm."

"I-I don't..." Your voice shakes as you try to make everything make logical sense.

"Dammit, would you just listen?! Put. The. Weapon. Down."

The seriousness in his tone makes you wince, but you let the gun fall to the floor anyway. He steps forward, kicking it to the side as he slowly approaches you as if you're a wounded animal.

"I'm going to touch you now."

His words held no sexual intention behind them, so why did they make you squeeze your thighs together?

He's careful as he extends your arm. His calloused fingertips graze your skin as he inspects where the jackal-like creature attacked you. Finally, his eyes gaze into your own, but his hands stay where they are.

"Good. It's not too deep, and the bleeding stopped. It'll scar, but you won't need stitches."

The tension crackles between the two of you like static electricity, the negligent space separating you seeming to get smaller by the second. Any response you had is forgotten as your lips part and your eyes flit down to his mouth.

"Let me kiss it better." His voice is husky as he presses you gently against the wall, one hand still on your injured arm while the other rests on your cheek.

You want him to. God, did you want him to close the distance and kiss you, but the rational part of your brain keeps you grounded. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips anyway though, and the hitch in your voice proves Marc is having an effect on you.

"Marc, I... I'm with Steven..."

"We're one and the same, sweetheart. Though we have different personalities, we share the same body."

He moves himself against you, and you can feel the outline of his cock against your lower belly.

"And not to mention, Steven's had this beautiful body all to himself. Won't you share, baby? I know what you crave," his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, "I know what you need. Let me give it to you, Y/N."

"Let me talk to Steven." Your voice is breathy, and even though Marc has a point, you still wouldn't feel right about it without at least talking to the man you've loved for so long.

Reluctantly, Marc drops his hands to his sides and closes his eyes. When they open again, they look relieved.

"Oh, Y/N! Oh, my sweetheart..."

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, his face buried in the juncture of where your shoulder meets your neck. His accent comforts you like a blanket, but even if it wasn't there, you knew by the softness radiating off of him that this was Steven. Your hands tangled in his hair as he kisses your cheek.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried something had happened, that the monster or Marc had done something and..."

He stops, noticing your hesitation, and pulls back to look into your eyes, "What is it? He's said something to you, hasn't he?"

You sigh and hold his hands in yours, looking down at them briefly before wetting your lips.

"This is where I saw you for the first time." You thoughtfully recall the day you two first met. Steven's personality and love of ancient artifacts are what drew you to him. Like a moth to a flame, you were instantly captivated by him, and from there your love blossomed into what it is today.

He tilts his head to side slightly as his brows furrow in worry.

"Darling, whatever he's told you l-"

"He wants you to share me."

His eyes go wide, "Oh."

You play with his fingers, a nervous habit of yours.

"I asked him to let me talk to you."

Steven stays silent for a moment, letting the words sink in. He didn't even have the idea on his radar that his other personality would want you, but then he shook the thought away as quickly as it came because why wouldn't Marc want you?

His sweet, brilliant girl who has the prettiest eyes and the most contagious laugh. The brave woman who would move mountains to protect any living being in trouble, and not to mention how gorgeous you are to him.

He knows you have fantasies. Ones that he's not comfortable enough to fulfill, but maybe...maybe Marc could, and that's his deciding factor. He's always wanted to give you everything you wanted, and if this is something you want, then he won't stop you.

"Y/N, look at me, sweetheart."

You bite your lip, glancing into his eyes to try and guess what he's thinking.

His hand cups your cheek gently, "do you want this? Do you want Marc?"

You shake your head, "not at the risk of losing you. I love you, Steven."

He leans in and kisses your lips softly, bumping his nose against yours lovingly.

"And I love you, but I also know that there are things you want that I can't give you. You're not going to lose me, okay? Think of Marc as another side of me that you can spend time with from time to time."

Before you can make sure he's absolutely certain about this, he steps back and closes his eyes again, only this time something new happens. Grey and off-white surround his body and when he opens his eyes they're a brilliant white.

You gasp and slowly back up until you hit the wall, "S-Steven? Steven?!"

"Don't be afraid, Y/N. I won't hurt you."

Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear Marc's voice again. Your eyes trail over the suit he's wearing. It reminds you of Egyptian clothing and the crescent moon emblem makes you want to reach out and touch it.

"Marc?" you whisper as he slowly closes the distance between the two of you again.

"I want you to see all of me. This is who I am. Moon Knight is a part of Steven and I too."

You reach out to tentatively touch his chest just as his gloved hand slides up your inner thigh. His fingertips brush against your panties making you gasp.

"I meant what I said before, Y/N. I know what you crave. Everything that you tell Steven, I hear too, and I can give you what you want."

He taps his fingers against your panty-covered clit lightly, and you can't help the moan that falls past your lips. "What if someone hears us?"

He chuckles, "baby, it's nearly midnight. We're the only ones here."

The last of your resolve disappears when the suit's mask dissolves away revealing his face. You kiss him fiercely and he lets out a low growl as he pulls your panties to the side.

"You're soaked, princess," he mumbles against your lips before pinning your hands above your head with his free hand. "Gotta keep you still."

You whine at his authoritative tone, but before you're able to say anything, he plunges two fingers inside of you.

"O-Oh, fuck!"

"Yeah? You want another one, Y/N? Think you can take three?"

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you nod and another moan is ripped from you as he pushes a third finger alongside the other two, pumping them fast.

"You're close already, I can feel it. My pretty, little Moonbeam's gonna cum isn't she?"

"Oh, god! Marc, I-I'm-"

He kisses you hard right as your orgasm crashes through you, swallowing your moans.

"Good girl, baby. Can't wait to feel this tight, little cunt around my cock."

Marc pulls away and you sag against the wall, panting softly. Never in your life have you cum that hard before, or that quickly. The soft fabric of his gloves felt insanely good, and you found yourself wanting to feel them again.

"Please...," you beg, and he silences you with another kiss before picking you up and holding you against the wall. Your legs wrap around his waist as he frees his cock from the confines of his suit.

"Mine," he growls as he pushes himself inside you to the hilt. Both of you groan in unison as he holds you up with ease.

Marc fucks you hard, his thick cock stretching you as his hand still holds your wrists above your head.

"Fuck, you feel incredible...My precious Moonbeam was made just for me. Weren't you, baby?"

"Yes! Oh, Marc...please don't stop, please!"

A groan rumbles in his chest, low and primal, as he sucks love bites into your neck.

"Gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to. Gonna litter your pretty skin with marks, baby girl."

You clench around him, feeling the familiar heat pooling low in your belly. The way he's talking to you, his confidence and possessiveness, and the way his cock hits your spot on every pass makes your head spin. You know you won't last like this, and the moment Marc reaches in between your bodies to rub tight, fast circles on your clit, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of bliss.

"That's right, Moonbeam. Cum. Cum all over my dick. Fuck, I can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, baby girl, let go for me."

His words send you falling over the edge, your lips moving against his with little finesse as you pant wetly against them. Marc grunts as his orgasm follows yours, thick ropes of his cum filling you.

The two of you stay like that for a moment before he sets you down on shaky legs. You fix your clothes and once Marc is finished getting dressed you smile softly at him as you lean in to kiss him again.

Just before your lips touch, the lights start to flicker and the walls begin to shake making you cling tightly to him.

"Marc! What's going on?! What's-"

"So, this is who you've chosen to distract yourself with, Spector." A deep, booming voice echoes throughout the room, but you don't see anything.

"Who said that?!" You bury your face in his chest, terrified something else might try to kill you today.

The shaking stops and Marc pulls you slightly back so he can look at you.

"Wait, you can hear him too?! Are you an avatar?"

"An avatar? Marc, what are you ta-" Suddenly, your eyes go wide as an enormous being appears in the doorway. It has to be at least eight feet tall, a bird skull is where its head should be, and it's holding a staff with what appears to be a crescent moon at the top.

You scream and look around for your gun, but Marc stops you.

"Whoa, hey, hey, it's alright. He's with me, Y/N. He's with us."

He turns around and positions himself in front of you anyway though, a deep scowl etched on his face, "What do you want, Khonshu?"

"You think because you helped me with one thing that I'm done with you? Don't forget who saved you, Marc. You're still indebted to me."

"We had a deal!", Marc growls.

"I'm aware, but we've still got work to do," Khonshu tilts his head so he can look at you, "and she's going to help us."

Your eyes widen, "me?! But I-"

"No! Absolutely not," Marc cuts you off as he steps towards him, "I'll help you, but she stays out of it. Don't involve her in this."

Khonshu chuckles deeply, "She doesn't have a choice."

"Like hell, she doesn't!"

"What do you mean, I don't have a choice?" You ask before stepping out from behind Marc. "What's going on?"

The bird-like being looks down at you, and you try not to be intimidated by how daunting he is.

"Do you have knowledge of Ammit?"

"Ammit? The devourer of souls?" You whisper. "But that's just a...a myth...right?

"Ah, it seems you're more competent than I thought. Good, you'll be of use quicker than I'd imagined."

Marc's voice cuts into your conversation before you can ask more questions, and you don't miss the hint of dread in it.

"Harrow's back, isn't he?"

Khonshu nods. "Yes, and he intends to unleash Ammit on the world." He pauses before pointing his staff towards you.

"And she's the key to stopping him."

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When Reality is Worse than the Lies they told Me

Summary: “My dear, you sound jealous, like a jilted lover.” Vought’s observation made Liberty huff, “you were the one who decided not to pursue anything more than a brief fling with Soldier Boy during that orgy back in ‘52.”

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Word Count: 2635

Square Filled: @anyfandomdarkbingo -gluttony

Part I Part II Part III

*Do not read if you find anything offensive-triggering about/on/from The Boys series

*More warnings will be added in additional parts

Warnings: cursing, verbal arguments, racial/derogatory slurs, sexual situations, loads of marijuana/drugs, PTSD, sexist Supe, physical altercations, firearms, knife-wielding, outdated slang, toxic male attitudes, Soldier Boy thinking he’s the man and learns about online porn, medical experimentations, reliving long-buried memories, possible death by a chicken, non/con drugging, dub/con sex, manipulation, BDSM themes, sex toys, gynecological procedure, possible incest

A/N: I’m using season 3 as a template for this so it will contain spoilers from the series mixed with original ideas.

A/N II: the characters are running the show so blame them for this is.

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*gif credit to creator

Vought R&D Lab

March 1st

There was a stir outside his office that made Jonah Vogelbaum look up from his reading to see Frederick Vought, founder, and CEO of Vought-American, crossing the lab accompanied by his first successful Comp V test subject, Liberty.

“Jonah, how did phase two of the experiment go?” Vought inquired of his head R&D scientist.

“Better than anticipated, I couldn’t have set up the introduction any better,” Vogelbaum said, leaning back in his chair.

“As previously discussed, we called Soldier Boy in for what he believed was routine testing and had the subject set up a predetermined spot so we could film the encounter. Let us move to the projection room so you can see for yourself how it went.”

Nodding his acquiescence, Vought got up and, holding his elbow out for Liberty to take, proceeded the researcher to the designated room. 

Once the party was seated Vogelbaum signaled for the projectionist to start.

The film opens in the sterile white lab with scientists and others carrying out various tasks around a colorful area rug with cartoon animals where a thirteen-month-old girl in a sunny yellow dress sits trying to stack wood blocks her tiny hands lack the coordination needed.

A minute later a pair of men in deep discussion appears in the frame, “I was walking him out and, as prearranged, Ms. January accidentally drew his attention,” an attractive woman drops some files she’s carrying.

The man dressed in a military-style outfit gallantly helps pick them up, giving her his trademark smirk as she flirtily smiles back. Thanking him for his help he watches her walking away appreciating the sway of her hips under the pencil skirt when he gets a surprised expression and asks Vogelbaum something that made him laugh and waves for him to follow. 

“As his physiological tests have indicated the unusual presence of the subject sparked his curiosity.”

The camera pans down to the girl then a pair of well-fitted brown and maroon boots appear in the frame before Soldier Boys squatting down.

“We made a good choice investing in the Arriflex 35 IIC, color quality is much better,” Vought offhandedly commented.

The camera zooms in for a closeup of Soldier Boy breathing deeply cocking his head puzzled.

“Seems the hypothesis of adding the attractants in utero came to fruition.” Vought comments sounding pleased.

The Supe makes an inquiry and Vogelbaum smiles gesturing for him to sit down before getting up and disappearing from frame.

“I find it reprehensible,” Liberty voiced with disgust.

“My dear, you sound jealous, like a jilted lover.” Vought’s observation made Liberty huff, “you were the one who decided not to pursue anything more than a brief fling with Soldier Boy during that orgy back in ‘52.”

“Soldier Boy has never shown a predilection towards pedophilia,” Vogelbaum comments, “in fact, despite his libertinism, he still possesses strong personal morality, an interesting holdover from when he was human, and becomes incensed when presented with scenarios that violate them. The reactions he is displaying are purely subconscious physical responses to pheromone attractants the subject is producing.”

The girl picked up the block and held it out to the Supe who mirthfully smiles when Vogelbaum, just in view, snaps a picture with a 35 mm camera.

“So what do your physiological tests say about his stance on incest?”

Soldier Boy lay there unsure of what happened last night. 

Butcher and his school-boy bitch leaving gave him the opportunity to fall back on a highly questionable but tried and true technique of extracting information because he had enough of Y/N’s evasiveness. 

What he hadn’t expected was how fast it'd hit her and after being called out was left sitting there pissed off with a hard on when everything went 180.

After finding the shadow box she started having a conversation with someone the Supe quickly figured out it was from when he visited Vought over the years. Shaking her awake she suddenly bursts into tears, and without thinking sat down wrapped his strong arms around her began softly singing the tune she’d hummed.

He felt Y/N move, burrowing closer to his warmth, a leftover from the Russians tests, felt her leg brush against his morning wood making his hips twitch and rub against her cunt felt warm wetness dampen his sleep pants.

The Supe remembers how prudish women were expected to be when it came to fucking in the decades proceeding the sexual revolution, one reason he co-started Herogasm with Liberty, fucking firecraker that one.

Man, all those years the puss flowed freely in his direction, or did it? 

He never lied all the times he told Crimson Countess he loved her but she’d been plain vanilla, almost never initiated relations, and going anal was an absolute no go so what was he supposed to do but find it somewhere else? 

Now he couldn’t stop hearing Grace Mallory’s fucking annoying but maybe accurate assessment that women gave in to his pressure and manipulation of them. Were they actually scared of what he’d do to them if they didn’t let him fuck them?

~~~

You felt his hip rub against your snatch and crack an eye open to see the Supes morning wood tenting his sleep pants and for some unfathomable reason can’t resist some tit for tat for last night. 

Nuzzling his neck, fuck his scents making you crazy, slip a hand under the waistband lightly brushing fingertips along the top of his hardening cock, teasing his slit before tracing the pulsing vein underneath ending by cupping his bare balls. 

“I feel you took my advice,” you breathily whisper and nibble on his ear while firmly squeezing them making his hips jump, “umph yeah, my cock and balls look fabulous..” withdrawing your hand, ”..hey, the fuck?!” 

“I didn’t suggest it to feed your fucking ego!”

“Who’s being a cock tease now!”

“Alright,” running your fingers through his treasure trail, “what’ll you give me in return for finishing you off?”

Soldier Boy subconsciously sucked on his bottom lip contemplating..fuck, no man should make that gesture so sexy you could come untouched just watching him.

 “Whatcha want?”

“Mmm, to frenchtoast me.”

His head popped off the pillow.

“Huh??”

You shift to look him in the eye, “I'm craving to frenchtoast and then have you whip the cream.” 

Sitting up tugs his shirt over his head, “only if you get me off how I want first,” the Supe waits to see if you’ll take the proposition.

You move to kneel on the bed and unbutton your sleep shirt as he shoves his pants off and leans back on a forearm sliding his other hand down his broad chest, fingers trailing like yours did gather the precum he’s now leaking, and started bucking his hips up and down, fucking himself into his fist like it’s a fleshlight. 

The recesses of your mind scream some things off but your craving is overwhelming and rational thought evaporates. 

If he wants to tease, you can too.

Tossing the shirt, you spread your thighs and push two fingers into your sodden channel mimicking him.

 “Stop,” he harshly orders and your immediate obedience made him smirk before lying back on the pillow and growling, “bring it up here,” you knee up the mattress and when he circles his index finger, turn before straddling his face.

“Fuuck baby,“ his breaths warm over your bare skin, “so beautiful without bearded clam,” takes his time his calloused fingers explore your bare mound before parting your lower lips, “haven't even started and dripping with passion for me, have to have a taste..so fucking sweet,” his tongue delving deeply makes you keen loudly.

“Hmm, I like that,” he pushes you up enough to watch you kitten licking his drooling slit, “don’t worry, I won’t forget to whip the cream,” he teases.

You’re sitting naked on the kitchen table, legs hanging off each side playing with your clit completely titillated by his assets: resplendent features dusted in cinnamon freckles, brawny shoulders, still feeling it in your hips where he stretched you to accommodate their breadth when he..

“I can’t hear how wet you are,” Ben casually but sternly comments when he finishes eating.

You can’t stop the full body quiver when pushing two fingers deep into your sopping, overused pussy making it squelch, vaguely aware no one but him has ever made you so lecherous you’re obeying everything he orders you to do.

“Never had such a cum drunk fuck duck like you,” he seizes both your ankles lifting up places your feet flat near the tabletop's edges, “show me that pretty plug.”

Laying back you lift your hips up and the change of angle makes your inner muscles clench your fingers as his play around the plugs' large, bejeweled end starts slowly withdrawing it, stretching your rim around its widest point then reinserts it, repeating the action again and again.

“I want you to squirt all over my hand and this table now.”

His command sent your overstimulated self off the cliff.

The vibrating of your phone is incessant and annoying the fuck outta you. 

Tossing back the covers notice the wetness coating your thighs and reaching down barely brush your pussy when a massive orgasm slams through you and collapse back onto the bed, unable to vocalize as your body’s pulsating for fuck knows how long.

When you're reasonably lucid again get up knocking the cell on the floor, its lock screen lit up displaying two days have passed and you had no fucking clue how but knew who to start with in figuring it out.

Finding Soldier Boy asleep in the recliner with several bottles of liquor on the end table pisses you off and gave into the impulse to slap the bejesus outta his face.

“The fuck was that for!”

“Wha’ yu’ guv m’?”  Your words are slurred and he squints, not initially understanding, “I ground up the leftover benzos in some apple juice for us to get some sleep because we’ve been non-stop fucking for two days and my dick needs a break!”

Shaking your head take a breath and try to enunciate, “wha’ the fuc ya put in tha’ bunt Ben’amin?”

“Reefer mixed with MDMA..”

You stupid fucking bitch, letting your guard down with Soldier Boy and shouldn’t be surprised at his duplicity. 

Of course, it’s your luck he used the one drug that overrides the compound you take to keep your system functioning normally start panicking, wobbling in the direction of the kitchen get as far as the doorway when he grabs and presses you between him and the wall feel his hardening length against your bare thigh, “where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Bas’mnt..need meds..stop ‘is..”

“Fuck me dead!” He scoop you up bridal style strides for the basement door kicking it inwards descends down the stairs and sensor lights flickered on revealing a small lab caught sight of the medical bed depositing you on it. 

“Where’s the stuff?”

“Fridge, am’r bott’l,” Ben opens the countertop fridge retrieves the colored glass vile searches around for a syringe to draw it up.

“Cab’it, ster’l bag,” finding the right one grabs a steel tray with the bag laying in it deposits it on the swing arm table opens it, “what the fuck’s this?” 

He picks up a funny-looking instrument with an attached light reminding him of a duck’s bill when it dawns on him.

“Can’t inje’t, skin like yor’s, ya hav’t go in cer’ix.”

Any other time the look of horror crossing his face would’ve made you laugh but now was sooo not the moment, “are you shitting me? I can’t do that!” 

 “Not li’k I can re’ch.”

“I didn’t sign up for this,” you give him an imploring look, “alright, alright..good thing I already know my way around your pussy.”

He helps you place your feet in the stirrups, “you’re gonna have’ta talk me through this,” he holds up the speculum, “how the hell does the duck-thing work?”

“I’m not a bad guy.”

Soldier Boys slouched in leather wingback lifts the liquor bottle to his lips draining a third before dangling it over the chair's arm between his fingers, watching Y/N sleeping in his bed.

“That’s what I told powder puff when he asked about midtown and you know the kicker, I meant it. I never mean to hurt anyone that doesn’t deserve it but shit happens, that’s life. I was the guy who stepped up and did what was needed, like a real man does.

Vought should’ve let me choose my own team. Fucking Payback..bunch of no-talent, second-rate wannabe hacks! Couldn’t even hit a fucking mark on the first let alone the tenth take and if it wasn’t for me, they'd been farmed out to some bumfuck city..fucking ingrates,” chugging another third.

“When they turned on me, all of them put together still couldn’t take me out, needed some fucking Commie nerve gas, and know what’s ironic, I wanted out, but they couldn’t let me graciously bow out, settle down and have a family, had to have a big, theatrical shitshow with me going out in a blaze of glory, turn me a fucking martyr.”

Fucking Vought. 

“Don’t get me wrong, it was great at first; all the booze, broads, and bennies I wanted. Then after the war came the fucking acclamations,” he paused remembering, “yeah, it was great.  Then a couple of decades go by I began wishing I’d actually done those things my bio says,” takes a swig, “Omaha beach, killing Nazis by the dozen, being a real hero not used as a fucking prop, a pretty face to slap on their fucking propaganda and those stupid movies,” draining the bottle drops it. 

“You think I wanted to make that cheesy calypso album in ‘57? Always wondered if I had strangled Legend, would it have got me outta it? Hell, I could’ve been the next Jerry Lee but noo, had to do what I was ordered because of my fucking contract.”

Getting up he staggers to a dresser where lying on top are a handful of files dating from 1965-1985.

“The evidence is right here,” he taps the files, “what’s happened between us since I walked through your front door..all your goddamn fault for hiding the truth!”

*Transcripted from damaged video/audio recording: Vought R&D (11/d/1978) archived (05/27/85)

-Research assistant is scribbling notes when Vogelbaum joins them outside testing lab#4 viewing window.

-The subject is face-up on padded table, strapped down with the strongest restraints after destroying the original ones, somehow still twisting around in them. 

-The subject's naked skin is splotchy and covered in sweat mixing with what written file states is vaginal fluids they are currently profusely excreting.

-Research assistant to Vogelbaum.

“The subject's fecundity schedule has been consistent, and, in this cycle, vials have stayed stable the last four days, a vast improvement since its initial induction.”

-Research assistant flipped some paperwork, “however, other tests still suggest waiting a minimum of three years for the subject to be physically mature enough for maximum yield.”

-Vogelbaum is nodding.

“I’ve been advised by Stan Edgar the upper echelons are deliberating a change of circumstance for Soldier Boy due to the uptick in his recent antics and we should consider developing alternative plans if they come to fruition.”

-Research assistant.

“Dr. Steptoe and Edwards have contacted us concerning our interest in their research and they have a test case that's looking very promising.” Researcher informs Vogelbaum, making him smile.

-Vogelbaum.

“Excellent. Continue monitoring the subject's vitals and as long as they remain stable, hold off giving the correctives, let’s see how long this estrus lasts.”

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