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[navybrat817]

Your landlord is elusive. You've been calling him for weeks about the broken washing machine, your rent checks have gone uncashed, and you can't even leave a voicemail.

When he finally shows up, bloody and bruised, it seems there's more than the washer to tend to.

Oh, this is long overdue.

You Get What You Pay For

Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Female Reader Summary: Your landlord shows up expectedly after weeks of radio silence and prefers a different form of payment as you patch him up. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: Injuries, b/lood, v/iolence, implied n/oncon (you have been warned), God the Bounty Hunter (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: For Roo and @the-slumberparty 's May challenge. Prompt in bold italics. Beta read by @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

"I’m sorry, but the mailbox you are trying to reach is full."

With a sigh, you hung up the phone and took your laundry basket to the bathroom. Your landlord hadn’t answered a single call of yours in weeks, which was about how long you had gone without a working washing machine. And because you couldn’t leave a message and didn’t know how to fix it yourself, you had to resort to washing your clothes in the tub. You refused to go into town to use the laundromat or call someone to repair it. Not because you didn’t have the money to pay, but because you didn’t want anyone to see your face.

He wouldn’t know to look for me here though, would he?

You suddenly missed your old apartment as you turned the water on. It was warm and cozy, the opposite of the cold, quiet place you now occupied. You tried to brighten it up with flowers, but the house wasn’t a home. Maybe one day, years from now, you could go back to the city.

If it was ever deemed safe enough for you to return.

Your stomach sank as you pulled up your bank account to check the balance. It was much higher than it should have been. Not only was your landlord not answering his phone, but he hadn’t cashed a single one of your rent checks. The instructions were clear that he didn’t accept direct deposit or cash from tenants. Only checks made out to a rental property. Thankfully you opened a new account before you found the place, knowing better than to use your old account in case anyone checked it for paper trails.

Why isn’t he cashing my checks?

You shut the water off and got to work, doing your best not to let your mind race. Was your landlord ignoring you? Possibly. He was a bit of an enigma. A handsome man, but still an enigma. In fact, you had only seen him once and he told you to call him God when he introduced himself. The cold look in his blue eyes told you it wasn’t a joke as he unceremoniously put the keys in your hand.

“Welcome home.”

What if he found out what I did? Will he kick me out? Where will I go? What if someone found out I'm living here and went after him? If something happened to him because of me…

You had gone most of your life with keeping your head down and minding your own business, but it wasn't living. Opportunities slipped by because you either played it safe or didn't have the means to otherwise. So you got a little bold and maybe a little greedy. Why else had you stolen from a powerful man? He wasn’t a good man and you didn’t think he’d notice anything missing, but that was no excuse to rob him. You should’ve known he didn’t miss a thing.

And I was so careful until he caught me.

"I’ll kill you, you fucking bitch."

Looking back, you weren’t sure how you managed to get away. It was all a blur. He didn't call the cops. He wanted to take care of you himself. If he ever got his hands on you, he’d tear you apart before you begged for death. Because no one who crossed him lived to tell their tales. How far would he go to find you? What if he found God and made him an offer to sell you out?

Maybe it was time for you to move on to another place.

"First aid kit."

You spun around and caught yourself before you fell to the ground, your heart in your throat. In the doorway stood the very man you were trying to get ahold of, his short brown hair disheveled and sporting a black eye and blood on the corner of his mouth. Were you so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear him enter the house? Or was he that quiet?

"Are you going to help me or stare at me?" he asked, clutching his ribs as he took a step inside. "And here I thought you were a hospitable tenant."

"Sorry," you whispered, tightening your robe. He hardly gave you any room as you got the kit out from under the sink. The bathroom wasn’t that small, so why was he practically on top of you? "Here, let me help."

You carefully guided him to the toilet, but he didn't seem to need your help. Even sitting down, his size and presence intimidated you. Was that blood on his torn shirt? And his jeans, too?

What the hell happened to him? Or does that blood belong to someone else?

"Are you okay?"

"Peachy," he answered dryly. "You should see the other guy."

You weren't going to push for him to say more.

He didn’t flinch as you cleaned the blood from his face. He didn’t take his eyes off you either as you carefully looked him over. You tried to ignore his stare, but the silence grew more uncomfortable with each second that passed.

"Why are your clothes in the bathtub?" he asked, surprising you by yanking on the tie to your robe. It, thankfully, didn’t open. "You know there's a washer for that."

"I'm aware that there's a washer, but it isn't working and you didn't answer your phone," you said, keeping your tone light instead of accusatory.

"Is that right? And you couldn't use the laundromat in town until you could get in touch with me?" he asked, an amused look in his eyes as you went rigid. Why did that gaze make you more uncomfortable than his previous dull stare? "I’ll look at it later. Sure it won’t take me long to fix it."

“I appreciate that," you said, wondering when you should mention the uncashed rent checks. "But let's get you taken care of first."

He grunted before he removed his shirt, tossing the garment in the tub with your clothes. "What’s one more, right?" he asked, sitting back and gesturing to his muscular torso littered with bruises and minor cuts. "Don’t think they’re too bad, but I’d prefer if you check."

"You do know I’m not a nurse, right?" you asked, even as you moved to look him over. There was a particularly dark bruise by his ribs, which was likely why he held them as he walked in. "just saying in case you wanted a professional opinion or if anything is really sore."

He hummed as your fingertips brushed along his skin. "Told you I'm peachy. And I'm sure you would’ve made a fine nurse if you really wanted to be one."

Your heart thudded in your chest at his use of the past tense, like you would never get the chance. Maybe your paranoia was getting the better of you. It was a simple statement. It didn’t mean a thing.

"School can be pretty expensive though," he went on with a tilt of his head. "Is that what kept you back? Finances?"

Your stomach turned at the question. He didn't blink and you hoped your expression didn't give your nerves away. Did he know? If he did, why dance around it?

"May I ask what happened?" you questioned as he furrowed his brows. "I'm sorry. It's none of my-"

"I killed some people."

Tension spiked in the small room, a nervous laugh escaping as you tried to figure out if he was joking or not. Dry humor occasionally went over your head. "You what? Y-You killed some people?"

"Yeah, I did. I kill a lot of people. Usually for money." he said unemotionally, clamping a hand around your wrist when you tried to pull away. "Not why I did it this time."

The ring on his third finger dug into your skin as you fought down the bile rising to your throat. He wasn't just an enigma. He was a killer. A man who spoke so casually about murder. Were you about to become his next victim? "Are you going to kill me?"

"Now why would I do that?" he asked as he stood, keeping a firm grip on you as he backed you against the sink, your legs almost giving out. "After everything I did for you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You think I didn't do my research on you? I can spot when someone's on the run, sweetheart. Though I didn't peg you for a thief," he answered as your eyes brimmed with tears. The sight didn't seem to inspire any sympathy considering he smiled. "You stole money from a powerful man. Dangerous, too. And you really thought hiding out here would save you?"

"I'm sorry," you whispered, finding it harder to breathe as he stepped closer. It wasn't an empty apology. You made a stupid mistake. "I tried to give it back, but he-"

"I don't care why you did it," he dismissed, toying with the tie of your robe again. "He was an asshole who robbed people blind for years. I did the world a favor by killing him."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "He's really gone?" you asked, shaking a bit when he yanked the robe open. "What are you doing?"

"I killed him and his bodyguards before they could get to you. They got a few lucky hits in. Stroked their egos a bit before I took them out," he went on like he hadn't heard you, grazing his fingertips along your skin. "I took a big risk going after him for you. Very high profile."

"I didn't ask you to do that," you tried to reason.

"And since no one paid me and you kind of owe me for saving you," he continued, his fingers stopping just above your mound. "I decided I'm going to keep you."

You weren't sure if it was a form of shock you were experiencing because your mind screamed at you to fight, but you couldn't move. You could hardly find the word to speak. "Keep me?"

"Yeah. Keep you. Gets lonely sometimes," he shrugged, gazing unashamedly at your exposed chest. "Plus I wanted to fuck you the moment you showed up here. Now I can whenever I want."

Your eyes widened as he lifted his gaze to yours, a flash of darkness in his eyes when you tried, and failed, to shove him back. "You can't just keep me!" you blurted out, trying not to panic. You couldn't stay trapped there with him. Was he delusional in thinking you'd agree to that?

"Did you not hear what I said? I saved your life. You should be thanking me," he said, frowning when you glanced toward the door. Maybe you could break free. "What, you think you can run away? Get help? No one is going to save you from me."

He was right. You had no one to go to. What if you did and he went after them? Who would help you when you couldn't help yourself?

"Please, let me go," you begged, your tears spilling over as he spun you to face the mirror. You hissed as your hips dug into the counter, but your discomfort didn't matter to him. "You can have the money. All of it. I won't tell anyone. I swear!"

"I don't want your money," he said, kicking your feet apart. You felt his arousal as he pressed against you and it was enough to make you whimper. "Why do you think I haven't cashed your checks?"

"God, please," you said, shutting your eyes when he wrapped his hand around your throat. You didn't want to see his dark desire in the reflection.

"You'll say that again before I'm done with you and you'll watch as I take my first payment," he promised, your heart dropping as your new reality began to sink in. "Now be good and welcome me home."

Oh, what have I done? Love and thanks for reading!

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Unholy Errand

Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x female!Reader, God the Bounty Hunter x female!Reader, Ransom Drysdale Word Count: 4k

Summary: You're caught in the crosshairs when a hit goes out for your boss.

Content Warnings: non-consent and dubious consent, cuckolding, bondage, knife play, dacryphilia, oral (m and f receiving), cumplay, spitting, facial/marking, groping, spanking, clothed males naked female, coarse language, mild but irreverent use of religious terminology/themes (we’ve got a bounty hunter who refers to himself as God – we’re not committing hard to the bit, but we are using the bit), use of pet names + no y/n

Notes: I was happily working on some other lovely things last weekend, and then Sunday afternoon, totally unprovoked, a rogue muse crept up and whispered, "Lloyd and God..." and my brain broke, and I told @navybrat817 and she immediately enabled/encouraged the sprouting of this fic (and helped identify exactly who these two would be after). I thought this might be fifteen hundred words... and then it hit 2k, and then 3k, and they still weren't done with poor Reader, so...

Additional Notes: First time writing Lloyd, God, or Ransom in any capacity. This is also straight up the filthiest thing I've gone all in on. Is it the filthiest thing that exists on the internet? Of course not, but my filthiest and READ THE TAGS. This is NOT your standard Aspen fic. But was this a bit of a riot to write? Yep. It had a chokehold on me all week, and I stayed up far too late to finish it off tonight because... if I didn't, life would've prevented me finishing for a couple more days, and I've been too eager to push this out.

The clearing of his throat is what pulls your attention. You look up from your desk, taking in long legs in impossibly tight white slacks showing too much ankle, and a torso clad in a black turtleneck and blazer. A thick mustache lives above his smirk. He was too silent entering the offices, and he knows it, seems to revel in unsettling you. “Lloyd Hansen, the six o’clock appointment.”

“Yes, if you’ll follow me right this way,” you proffer politely, and move smoothly out of your chair, leading him to the door of your boss’s office. You give a short knock and open the door, announcing, “Lloyd Hansen, sir,” as you briefly step inside, holding the door open for the man.

He’s still smirking as he passes by, and then you sweep back out, but not before hearing Lloyd whistle and say, “Fancy shit you got yourself in this office, Ran,” as you close the door on them.

You sigh as you sit back down at your desk. Lloyd is your boss’s last meeting of the night, and he had seemed more than perturbed when he said to go ahead and accept the last-minute request Lloyd had made for the appointment. While this is the meeting of the day, Mr. Drysdale had made it clear he was staying late, which means you are also staying late, so you pull out the file of menus you keep in your desk and begin mulling over where to order dinner from tonight.

There’s a succession of loud thuds on the other side of the wall, and you only hesitate for a second before rushing into the office.

You stop dead, a small cry escaping your lips as you watch Lloyd wrestling Ransom to the ground.

“You may be sorry you disturbed us, sweetie, but since you’re here, be a good girl and close and lock that door so we don’t get interrupted by anyone else.”

You hesitate, staring in horror at the display before you: books knocked off the shelves, everything that’s usually so immaculately placed askew on the desk, a lamp overturned, Ransom Drysdale on the floor of his office with Lloyd Hansen’s knee pressed into his back and both arms pulled taught behind him while Lloyd binds his wrists together with the Hermes ascot scarf ripped from Ransom’s own neck.

Lloyd clucks his tongue. “Lock the door or I start cutting his fingers off. Barnes and Rogers only said they want your boss alive; they didn’t say how much of him still needs to be intact.”

“Do it,” Ransom grunts, turning his head away from you, clearly embarrassed at his predicament.

You turn and slowly close the door. You know there are still people working at Blood Like Wine tonight, and while it’s not likely that any of them will be passing through this wing after normal business hours, it’s probably safer that they stay out than accidentally stumble into whatever this dangerous mess is evolving into. You wished you had suppressed your own urge to investigate.

When you turn back around, Lloyd is unbuckling his belt as he continues to kneel against Ransoms back. He pulls it out, uses it to gag Ransom, giving it an additional tug after already pulling it tightly, and fastens it off.

“There, that’s just about perfect.”

“What are-?” You venture to ask, but he abruptly cuts you off.

“No one asked you to talk, sweetie, now come away from that door.”

You only take two reluctant steps towards them when there’s a scraping of wood that draws everyone’s attention to the opposite side of the room.

A piece of the floor is slowly being lifted from below, pushed out of the way, and then another man pops up from out of the floor. He hefts himself out of the hole in the floor and then drops a duffel bag on the floor, the heavy sound of muffled metal hinting at the equipment he’s brought with him.

“Oh, good, you’ve already done some of my work for me,” the tall, dark-haired man appraises the situation he’s just stepped into.

“Who the fuck are you, and where’d you come from?”

“Clearly you watched me ascend from a trapdoor in the floor.” He stalks over to stand in front of the large mahogany desk and sits back on the edge. “You didn’t think Harlan Thrombey - noted mystery author - wouldn’t have a publishing house full of trapdoors and secret passageways?”

“Didn’t need to, walked right in the front door. Still waiting to find out who you are.”

“God the Bounty Hunter.”

“Ooh,” Lloyd cocks his head, and another one of his smirks returns, “I can’t say I hate the audacity. Very bold. But there are a lot of gods and only one Lloyd Hansen.

“Now we’re clearly both here because of the hit put out for this prick, but since there are two of them and two of us, why don’t you make yourself useful, God, and tie up this little Margaret while I get Ransom nice and comfortable here.”

“With pleasure,” God says, and beckons you over to him.

The way he fixes you with his gaze is so intense you can’t to resist his silent command. He stands when you’re just a foot or two away, puts a ringer under your chin to tilt your head up, and looks down into your face. You don’t dare look away, nor do you want to, for some reason.

After another moment, he lets your chin drop, and God begins to circle you, looking you up and down. You hold very still. “You don’t need to be tied up, do you? You like to behave, to be praised.”

Lloyd lets out a loud, longsuffering sigh. “Fine, it can be more fun when they’re tied up, but I’m not picky as long as I get what I want.” Then his tone changes, directing his next words at you. “Understand, sweetie?”

You nod.

“Good.” With that, Lloyd pushes his knee roughly into Ransom’s back, drawing a painful groan from the bound man, before standing and hauling Ransom up with him. He shoves Ransom down to sit on the couch that faces the desk in the small entertaining area of Ransom’s office. “Now Relax, let me pour myself a drink. No reason we can’t enjoy ourselves for a few minutes, for old time’s sake.”

While Lloyd pours some bourbon, God steps right up behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of him. He moves your hair off your shoulder, and leans close to whisper in your ear, “You be very good, and I’ll make you my angel.” You can’t help but shiver - it’s the heat of his breath at your neck and the promised threat - and you know he notices your reaction, because there’s a soft, dark chuckle before he presses a hot kiss to the base of your neck. His hand comes around to your front, toying with the edge of your open collar, and then he lightly draws his index finger along your clavicle and then up the other side of your neck. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until you gasp when his other hand quickly pushes a small piece of metal right below your ear.

“And what’s that?” Lloyd asks, not missing the tagging.

“A little incentive for obedience,” God answers. “Fifty-thousand volts when fully unleashed.”

There’s a non-electrically generated jolt in your stomach, but it’s not pure fear, it’s tinged with a little adrenaline as well.

“Huh. To each his own. Now down to business, Ran.”

God steps back and then leans on the edge of the desk again. He pulls you to stand between his legs, your back up against his chest, and his hands settle on your shoulders. Standing against him like this has your hips aligned with his, and you have no doubt it’s setting the stage for his intentions, even if it seems harmless enough now. It mimics a familiarity between partners that is both soothing and unsettling.

Across the room, Lloyd takes a seat on the other side of the couch from Ransom, drink in one hand, and draping his arm casually along the back of the couch. “It was quite a convenient circumstance that even had me nearby to make this social call Ransom. Couldn’t be happier that I’d get to drop in on you for something like this. Ransom and I both went to Yale, you know,” he tosses this part across the room to you and God. “Even ended up in the same fraternity. But he was a senior, I was a freshman. Didn’t spare me the time of day except for the hazing, right?”

His focus shifts back to Ransom, who only gives Lloyd a cold stare, unmoving, clearly not wanting to give Lloyd the satisfaction of any emotional reactions.

God’s hands shift from your shoulders and begin to stroke up and down your arms.

“Why am I boring us all with the backstory though? Old college buddies is pretty typical. You know what’s not typical? Barnes and Rogers putting a bounty out for someone. They’ve got their own guys, and you’re not hard to find.”

The hands move from your arms to your waist, moving up and down your ribs, and still Lloyd keeps talking.

“So, either you’re too important and they wanted the closest person available to pick you up and make a rush delivery to their door, or you’re not important enough for them to want to dispatch any of their own men to deal with you. Outsourcing because you’re still an inconvenience to them, and they can’t let you go unpunished.

Strong hands on your hips.

“Maybe you can prove to be useful tonight, sweetie. How long have you worked for Ranny here?”

You don’t know if you should be surprised that he’s turned his attention to you for questioning, but you do your best to keep your mind focused as you answer him. “I’ve worked for Mr. Drysdale for – oh –” God starts rubbing circles over your hipbones, applying more pressure and pushing you back against a very prominent erection “– a little over seven months.”

“Mr. Drysdale, eh?” Lloyd’s perennial smirk grows, and he tilts his head, tsking again. “You don’t have to pretend like you’re not assisting him after hours, I told you we were in the same frat, so I know what this bastard gets up to.”

Your mouth drops open a little, and Lloyd looks from you to Ransom, whose cold stare has turned into an unmistakable glare.

“Oho! So, she does only assist you professionally?” Lloyd laughs, seemingly out of genuine amusement. “You really are useless, Ranny.”

God is still relentless in touching you, exploring over and even under the clothing, one of his hands sliding down your leg to slip under your skirt to skim up your thigh, and the other stroking just under your breasts, calculated touches to evoke responses but not yet to take or give any more satisfaction.

Both strangers are demanding your attention, and you’re almost evenly divided between Lloyd’s words and God’s actions.

“She probably would’ve slept with you the first two weeks on the job, but now she’s gotta know you’re an insufferable prick.”

Would you have? You don’t think either statement is true. You were never drawn in by Ransom, and since working for him, you’ve only been focused on doing your job well, getting a good paycheck, and going home. Ransom wasn’t particularly demanding compared to other executives, and so you had only wanted him to continue to respect and rely on your assistance so he’d find you indispensable and raise your salary regularly.

God finally speaks again. “We should let the man see what he’ll never have.”

Lloyd sits back in the chair. “I’m not opposed.”

Your face burned. There was no question what he meant, and you did not want Ransom to see you on display, but Lloyd is intimidating and God is intoxicating, so you can do no more than comply as God unzips your skirt and pushes it to the floor.

Next he turns you around and works on the buttons of your shirt, in no hurry, putting your ass on display for Lloyd and Ransom while torturing you with more of the heated, intense eye contact that makes you nearly forget to breathe.

You’re only warned that Lloyd’s behind you when God looks over your shoulder, and you turn your head, but before you can fully face him, his hand has come down against your ass with enough force that you fall against God’s chest. He spanks you again, harder, and you whimper in God’s arms, your head falling against his shoulder with the sting and shock and humiliation.

Then, in another quick turn of events, Lloyd grasps the waistband of your panties with one hand, and you briefly feel the chill of metal against your skin as he slips a knife under the fabric and then slashes them away with two strokes and throws the fabric on the desk.

“Move, God, I want her up on the desk.”

God stands again, and he pulls your shirt off your shoulders as he moves away.

Lloyd could unclasp your bra, but of course Lloyd uses the knife to slice through the band.

“Drop it,” he instructs.

With a deep, steadying breath, you do as he says.

“Turn and sit up on the desk for us.”

You’ve taken hundreds of orders from this office, completing tasks you enjoyed and hated, this can be just another of those.

“Open those thighs for us all to see, sweetie.”

You close your eyes. You know what they will see, and the shame burns in your stomach.

Lloyd taps the flat part of his knife just above your knee. “Now.”

You bite your lip and look at the ground as you spread your legs. Lloyd presses the edge of the knife to the flesh of your inner thigh, forcing you to spread even wider if you don’t want him to cut into you.

Lloyd brings his knife to your chin to tilt your face up to look at him as he traces your wet folds with two fingers. The smirk is gone, replaced by a wicked grin. “Nice and slick for us.”

“God’s handiwork,” the other man is quick to note.

“Sure. A nice little sacrificial offering. Now, Ransom, since you’ve never had a taste, seems a shame not to give you a sample,” Lloyd says.

Ransom shifts and begins to stand, but Lloyd turns abruptly and points at him with the knife. “Stay there, you dumb fuck.”

Ransom sits back again.

“And don’t you dare look away.” He looks to God. “Shoot him if he does.”

God pulls a gun from behind his back that he must have had tucked into his waistband. You watch as he moves to the other side of the room and stands behind Ransom. He plants his gun at the base of Ransom’s skull, then locks eyes with you again. It’s clear he doesn’t want take his eyes off you if he’s going to have to ensure Ransom doesn’t either. Something in your chest stirs under his rapt attention.

Lloyd demands your attention again as he grips your hips and pulls you to the edge of the mahogany desk. He slaps your pussy, drawing a sharp cry from you, then drops down to delve between your thighs. He gives your clit a vicious nip, and you bit back another yelp. His tongue plunders into your cunt, licking and sucking, and your hands are moving to grasp his skull to anchor yourself, but he’s already pulling away. As he stands, he yanks you off the desk, and strides across the room, dragging you with him.

He spits directly in Ransom’s face – a combination of Lloyd’s saliva and your slick that he’s not able to do anything but let drip down his face. Your mouth is agape, truly shocked. Ransom’s entire body radiates rage and embarrassment.

“That’s all you’ll be getting from her, Drysdale.”

Then Lloyd’s shoves you to your knees, putting you on display in profile to the other men. He undoes the zipper of his pants, releasing his cock, no underwear to fuss about.

“Open up,” he demands, and you comply, unwilling to provoke this demon who clearly doesn’t play by any rules.

He slips the angry red tip of his cock into your mouth. “Be good,” he warns. You give a small nod, closing your mouth around him. With one hand, he grips your head and begins to thrust in and out of your mouth. You and gag, and your eyes close as you try to focus very hard on breathing through your nose. He’s hitting the back of your throat with each brutal thrust, and the tears spill quickly down your face.

“Eyes on me,” he grunts, and you force them open and look up at him, knowing what he wants to see. He groans in approval. “You are a pretty little trinket, prettier when you cry.”

Then he abruptly pulls you off his dick and grips you by the chin and turns your head for Ransom and God. “Fucking look at her, swollen lips, gasping for breath, desperate.”

Just as quickly he slots his dick back in your mouth, this time gripping your head with both hands and he fucks your face with abandon. Fast. Hard. Your whimpers turn into sobs, and your hands come up to brace and grasp desperately at his thighs. “You can still take it,” Lloyd growls, undeterred, and you’re powerless to stop him. The tears are not just running but flooding down your cheeks. It’s too much now, and you can’t get enough air, and vision is going black. Finally he throws you off and away from him, and turns to aim his cock at Ransom, shooting his load over his face and shoulders, letting out a hiss that turns into a hum.

You’re hunched over and you wretch – blessedly only once – bracing your hands on the floor, and you gulp and heave, lungs fraught for the necessary oxygen.

Lloyd is talking again. The voice registers, but not the words.

And there are warm hands on you again. One rubbing small circles at the base of your spine, the other pushing your hair out of your face and coaxing you to look up at him.

With enough soothing, God has you breathing evenly again, and you’re still crying a little, but he helps you up onto the couch and sits next to you, very close, and he tucks a hand under your chin and lifts your face up, then he licks your left cheek, then the right, lapping up the tears. You hiccup, not sure how to react. Then he merely strokes your cheek, and the fingers trail down your neck, down your chest, down, down…

“Boring,” Lloyd announces.

You look up at him for a moment, but then God’s questing fingers reach the point he really wants to concentrate his might on, plunging into your wet cunt, and your eyes flutter closed.

“I’m eager to be done here,” Lloyd continues while God continues pumping his digits in and out of you. “We don’t need any more dumbasses showing up for this fool.”

“Agreed,” God says, casually as if he’s not beginning to pull you apart softly but surely. “You take him. I’ll keep her. There’s room for her in the trunk next to the cargo.”

“Fine, I wasn’t fussed about the goods anyway, I only took this job for the satisfaction of humiliating Drysdale, and that’s already exceeded my expectations. I’m sure Barnes and Rogers will give you enough for the recovered inventory even without him, and I’ll do you a solid and not mention the little side piece you’ll be keeping for yourself.”

God moves you off the couch, coaxing you to lean over the coffee table and kneels behind you. “Good.”

You moan as God slowly pushes his hard length inside your cunt.

There’s a thud next to you, and you turn to see a pile of Ransom hit the floor a few feet away.

“I assume you’ve got a way to move this man through down in that passage?” Lloyd asks, dragging the unconscious figure across the floor by his feet.

“Mhmm,” he responds, more intent on the movement of his hips against yours, slowly pistonning in and out of your tight heat.

“Good. This was fun enough, but let’s not do this again.”

God pulls your head up roughly to look at Lloyd just as he’s about to drop into the floor. “Say goodbye to Lloyd, Angel.”

You’re barely able to make the, “Bye,” tumble out of your lips, you’re so full of this man behind you, and his sudden roughness taking you by surprise.

Lloyd chuckles, then disappears.

God lets you drop back down, leaning on your elbows.

“I thought he’d never stop talking,” God murmurs.

It’s bitter, but a laugh actually falls from your lips, but you still can’t form words.

“There’s other things I’d rather do with you around than talk.”

He adjusts his angle from behind you. It allows him to plunge more of his cock into your slick channel, and you groan, but then after only a few thrusts, he pauses, balls deep inside you.

“You took what he gave you, but I think you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

You’re breathless. You can’t speak. You don’t want to speak?

He places his right hand, palm flat, at the base of your spine and presses it slowly up your back, his middle finger trailing up the ridge of your vertebrae, and you can feel the metal of his ring draw a line along your skin.

“You were very good.”

He rocks his hips against you, and you whimper.

“I said I would make you mine if you were good.”

Another rocking. He moves his hand from the nape of your neck around to grip it fully, and he pulls you back up against his chest, and you’re gasping for air for a moment, both hands coming up to clutch at his arm.

He lowers his voice and delivers his next words right into your ear. “You want to be mine, don’t you?”

Your pussy clenches around him, and he presses a kiss against your throat, and you feel the smile of his lips against your skin.

His other hand moves down across your hip, to your vee, and his deft fingers stroke your throbbing clit. He doesn’t move his cock, but he does move those fingers expertly, drawing tight little circles that wind you up to the top until you’re flung off the edge and into pure pleasure.

Coming down from your first orgasm, you sink against him. As your breathing returns to normal, the hand on your neck remains like an anchor, but his other hand moves up to tilt your chin to the side and up to meet his lips. The kiss claims you, and you part your lips for him, just as you’ve parted your legs for him – willingly.

“That was one, but I want a trinity to secure your devotion here tonight. I’m going to fuck you dumb, dress you, and then you’re going to walk out of here like a sweet little angel and get in my car. Then I’ll let you choose. You can sit up front and keep my cock warm or you can crawl in the back of the trunk. Your choice.”

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God Mode

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, electric shocks, confinement, and slight stalking. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You like games but you don’t quite understand the game a strange man plays with you.

Character: God the Bounty Hunter, short!reader

Note: Please don’t take this too seriously, I kind just had fun with it.

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The heat nips at your neck as you rush through the cluster of women gabbing at the drink table. You fan yourself with your hand as you search out an exit, all while trying to keep one eye on your mother. If she sees you sneaking out this early, she’ll surely have something to say about.

You keep your bag low as you duck out into the hall, following the red signs glowing EXIT to a set of doors. You dip out onto the back steps of the rec centre and heave in a chestful of cool air. That’s better.

You hate these things. So many people, so much useless talk. Have you met a boy yet? Oh don’t worry, one day. One day? You’re twenty-three, you’re not worried about all that. Fresh out of college, you can barely hold down a cashiering job. You don’t have the time or energy to care about boys.

You lower yourself onto the pavement steps and pull your glittery bag into your lap. Just big enough to hide your Switch Lite. You’re lucky your mother didn’t opt to search bags.

You hit the power button and wait for the system to boot. You select your user, there’s only one, just you, and select your favourite game; Animal Crossing. It’s a great destresser to worry about a virtual debt than the very real one of your student loans.

You focus on the tiny screen and block out the world around you. You’ll just play for a couple of minutes and go back in. Clear your mind so Aunt Tasha’s questions don’t make you so anxious. It doesn’t help that your cousin, Mercy, already has a nine to five and pension plan. She’s really making your early twenties look easy.

You run around your island and grind. Most of your fossils have already been found so you go to the shop to sell the lot to Timmy and Tommy. You feel the air shift, the bubbly music tooting from the system. The twin vendors give you their price but before you can accept, a voice startles you.

“They’re ripping you off,” the man says.

You whip around and look at the man sitting a few steps up. When did he get there? You didn’t hear the door or his footsteps. You look back at the screen. He must have good eyesight.

“Um…” you look back at him, his dark hair combed forward so that the tips nearly touch his brows. He has the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen set into a stoic and indomitable expression, “oh, uh, thanks. You play?”

He stares at you dully. He shakes his head. “I know what a fossil’s worth.”

“Oh, sure,” you try to smile but something about him makes it hard to do much more than stutter.

You turn back to your game and reject the offer. You don’t know why you took his advice. He doesn’t seem to understand it or that the prices are in a fictional currency. You back out of the dialogue and leave the shop.

Not wanting to be obvious, you stay as you are and continue running around the island. Besides, sitting out here with this stranger is preferable to Naomi preening about her fiance. You’ll just fish a little bit then go back in. Ten more minutes.

After you catch yet another sea bass, you give up. Alright, not your day for fishing. You check the time in the corner and sigh. You save the game and shut down the system. You zip it back into your bag and stand. You smooth out your skirt, a bright yellow dress you hate.

He’s still there. You turn and climb up the steps.

“Nice to meet ya,” the guy says as you pass.

You don’t say anything as you peek down at him. He’s not even looking at you. Is he talking to you? There’s no one else there.

You shake your head and scurry up the last few steps. You don’t look back as you go inside. Well, that should make this engagement party easier to stomach.

🎮

"Have a good day," you force a toothy smile, another awkward encounter ending with a mean snatch of the paper bag.

You watch the older man huff and bluster away but not without obstacle. His shoulder hits that of another who growls in his direction. The customer's departure quickens as the next steps up. You recognise him, you think. 

"Hello, sir, how can I help you?" You ask. You know those eyes, the same deep wells that greeted you behind the rec centre.

He doesn't say anything. He just watches you. You rub your neck as a sheen of sweat rises on your forehead. You blink and look around. Kerrie doesn't notice as she sits at the next till on her phone.

"I want the game."

You flinch at the rocky tone of his voice, "the game?"

"With the rats and fossils."

You frown and sputter. It takes a moment to realise what he's talking about.

"Oh, you mean Animal Crossing? Those are tanookis not–" you clap your hand over your mouth, "I'm so sorry."

"Tanookis?"

You nod and he grumbles as his brows draw together. He tilts his head and inhales.

"Sure. I want that."

Your eyes flick side to side, from the organic candles to the woven belts. You try not to frown as you meet his gaze. Oh gosh, that's too much. You look at his chin instead.

"We don't sell those here, sir."

"Take me where they do."

Your lips open but no words come out. You don't know how to respond. It's not unusual for you but this man has you completely speechless.

"Well, I can't leave, sir, I'm working."

"How much they pay you?" He reaches into back pocket, "I'll pay you more."

"Um, that's nice but–"

"Five hundred." He puts down the bills on the counter. "Finder's fee."

Five hundred? That's like w whole paycheck and he's handing it out like candy. To what, point him towards an electronics store.

"You don't need to– there's a Best Buy just–"

"Show me," he slides the bills closer under two fingers.

"My shift isn't over for another two hours."

"More?" He opens his wallet again.

"No, no, please," you wave at him to stop, "I–" you grimace and look at Kerrie then peer around the empty shop, "hey Ker, you mind if I go with this guy? A complete stranger?"

"Sure," she shrugs, flicking an acrylic nail across her phone screen.

"Uhhhhhhh," you drag out the noise as you turn back to the man. Shit. "I guess I could…"

You let your voice trail off as you back away. You go into the back room and pull out your phone. Should you text someone? What are you gonna say? Who’s going to care?

You grab your bag and your jacket and reemerge.

"Sure you don't need help, Ker?"

"I'm fine," her eyes glaze over as she swipes her thumb.

You hide your anxiety and go around the counter. Oh god, are you that stupid? Never go to a second location.

He meets you at the end and holds out the money. You push your tongue into your cheek. For a moment before this man lures you to your ultimate doom, you'll feel the sweet, sweet comfort of wealth.

🎮

You stare at the man as he does the same to the shelf. You don't quite understand how he found you, a question that occurs much too late for your own good. More so, you don't get why he couldn't figure this out on his own.

He's taller than you but who isn't. You’re sure he makes most people feel tiny just with his presence. He has that vibe.

His dark hair is swept across his forehead and his blue eyes pierce all that he looks at. He wears dark jeans and a light leather jacket. He looks dangerous in a cliche way but you're more than certain he actually is.

"What's the difference?" He asks.

You think of asking an attendant for assistance and ditching him but somehow you know that won't work. Maybe the fact that the only associate hid in the appliance section the moment you walked in. You turn and look along the shelves.

"I have the lite," you point to the various colours of the smaller model, "it's only handheld. This is the old Switch, it hooks up to the television. And this is the new one, it's bigger and has more memory. It also hooks to the TV."

He hums as he thinks. He takes stock of the selection. He reaches to brush the short stubble on his chin then points to the array of boxes above.

"Those?"

"Controllers? The full size system comes with two but…" your voice fades away. You're nervous and rambling.

He reaches forward, bending slightly and grabs the shell for the full size switch. He also grabs a pair of bright pink controllers and holds both against his chest.

"Game?"

You point past him and he leads you down the wall. You take out the case for Animal Crossing and hand it to him. He accepts it and the dimple in his chin deepens.

"I'm going to defeat those squirrels."

You keep from correcting him again. He doesn't care about tanookis and their intricate lore.

"Uh, well you can't really… kill them but… you could hit them with your net, I guess."

His disappointment wrinkles in his forehead. His mouth slants but he keeps his armful and spins on his heel. He heads for the counter as you follow him like a child. You don't know what else to do.

You stand and wait as there's no associate at the till. You distract yourself by searing the large white lit letters that say GAMING into your vision. Your name snatches you back to the present.

You look at the man and blink away the stamped sear of the sign. He nods to your nametag. You peek down then back at him.

"Yeah?" You squeak. 

"Thanks."

A single word before he turns to face the teenager that appears behind the counter. He pushes the empty box and the game shell across. The kid promises a quick return and scurries into the backroom.

It isn't long and you wait aimlessly as the scanner beeps and the total is read out. Much more than you could afford. Your switch was a present and you didn't own many games. 

"Debit or credit?" The boy asks.

"Cash," the man takes out his wallet, "no digital."

"Right, uh, sure."

He counts out the bills and hands them over. He takes his change and watches the boy dully as he bags the system and accessories. Even as he looms stagnant, his essence is intimidating. 

"H–have a good day, sir," the kid hands over the bag.

He gets no answer as the man strides away. You remain dumbfounded and share a look with the boy, a moment of commiseration from one cashier to the other. The man snaps his fingers and calls your name. Huh?

You catch up to him as he marches through smart home. You can barely keep up. You flutter and twiddle your fingers at your side.

"Um, I should go back to work."

"I don't know how to work it."

"Ah, well, there are instructions in… the… box," your suggestion peters out beneath his pointed gaze, "but of course if you're not good with uh, written directions I suppose I could… help?"

He tweaks a brow and resets his attention on his path. You give a confused grimace to the patrons nearby. They watch but quickly go back to their browsing. You're on your own.

🎮

You stop short as the man approaches a set of stairs that stretch up the side of a building. Alright. A third location. And not public. This is it. You’re going to be on one of those murder shows. Are they going to say you lit up every room you walked into? Hmph, doubt that.

“Uh, you know, I think maybe… I could find you a video or something. That would be good, right?”

He’s several steps up as he plants his feet, turning only his head as he speaks over his shoulder, “you’re here.”

“Yes, I know but… I don’t think I should go inside.”

His cheek bulbs. Is he smiling? Not quite but you suspect it’s as close as he ever gets to that.

“Have I hurt you?” He asks and continues up.

He does have a point but to be fair, you don’t even know his name. You’re just hoping this is one of those stories you laugh at in hindsight. Oh yeah, I was so stupid and this guy was so weird.

You relent and climb up in his stead. He drove you here and you don’t know the routes on this side of the city. Kinda set yourself up by even getting in his car. How did you survive childhood without being snatched up in a white van?

You get to the door and look inside. You’re not surprised, this place is as drab as he is. He stands from the short wooden bench and shoves his boots aside with a socked foot. 

“Shoes off.”

“Yes, sir,” you say without thinking.

You put your hand on the wall and lift a foot, unlacing your work shoes one at a time. As you leave your shoes on the mat, you hear him in the next room. He’s before a TV, reading the box with a stitch between his brows. You squint in the dim space.

Without thinking, you go to the window and pull apart the curtains. Iron bars are revealed on the other side of the glass. Must be a rough area.

“Mm,” he harrumphs and you face him. 

He looks up and wiggles the box in your direction. You go to him and take it. You place it on the edge of the television stand and open it up carefully. He stays nearby as you squat to unpack the contents.

“Gonna take a while to update,” you say as you untangle the cords and start setting it up. The quicker you're done with this, the sooner this can be just another misadventure.

He sniffs but doesn’t move away. It doesn’t get easier with him watching so closely. You crane around and search out the HDMI, then crouch to reach the power outlet in the wall. One thing at a time, you can do this.

You feel a gentle tap on your neck and wince. You look back at him as he stands over you, his eyes intent and blazing. You furrow your brow quizzically.

“Fluff,” he flicks his fingers.

“Oh, thanks,” you say and refocus on the switch.

Finally, you get everything plugged in and the switch in the dock. You grab a controller and feel along the television until you find the power button. It’s then you notice that the man is gone. How is he so damn quiet?

You sit cross legged on the floor as you dream up at the television and click through the settings. You idle on the sign-in screen and wait. He appears from the doorway towards the rear of the room, a glass of water in his hand. He crosses to you and offers it without a word.

“Um, thanks,” you accept it as he lowers it into your grasp, “er, I need to sign you in to keep going. Do you have a Gmail? Apple account?”

He blinks and shakes his head.

“No problem, we can set up a Nintendo account,” you go down and choose the option to make a new ID.

“I don’t like computers.”

You put the water by your knee and stick out your lip. You’re at a loss. Is he even from this planet?

“It’s kind of… required?”

“Put yours in.”

“I… I don’t wanna do that.”

“Why not?”

You take a breath and blow out slowly. “Not to be rude but I don’t really know you.”

Your voice peaks at the end and he crosses his arms. He shrugs and looks at the screen and the blank lines waiting to be filled.

“Make something up.”

“That’s not exactly how it works.”

“God.”

“Yeah, god! I know. Like what happened to privacy?” You try to play it off.

“Name,” he jabs his finger at the screen, “God.”

“Oh, it’s… it’s a good name,” you say and key it in, “last name?”

His eyes list over to you. Okay, no last name.

“Smith, that will do, right?”

You don’t expect a response and you don’t get one. You get even less information for his address and phone number. You cluck and gesture at the screen helplessly. He huffs and reaches into his pocket, he tosses a plastic ID before you. It’s definitely not him but you’re not going to ask questions. You enter the false info and continue to the update.

“Alright, so the system will update then we can install the game,” you proclaim, without finishing the thought aloud; then I can get the fuck out of here.

🎮

“You can pick the weeds–”

“Why would I do that?” God, if that is his name, sneers as his large thumb tilts the analog stick, his villager stomping through a cluster of windflowers.

“Because you can sell them.”

“To the crooks.”

“Eh, sure,” you answer uncertainly, “why don’t you say hello to Jitters?”

“Jitters?”

“That bird guy.”

“I don’t like the look of him.”

He doesn’t seem to like much about the game. He asked about a knife several times and when he shook a knife block out of a tree, he was disappointed to learn it could only be used as decor. He’s the only person you know who could be less relaxed playing Animal Crossing.

“Okay, uh, I think you’re getting the hang of it,” you stand up and groan, stretching emphatically, “it sure is late, huh? I should catch the bus–”

“Why?” He sits back to look up at you.

“Because I… should,” you utter, “look, you got the game going and you’re doing just fine. You don’t need me here.”

“Stay.”

You smush your lips together and scoff. “You know, if you’re lonely, you might be better off with Fortnite. You can play online. And there’s guns.”

“I don’t like people.”

“Fair, I’m not too fond of them either but I got a frozen lasagna waiting for me–”

He scowls and sits back. His eyes cling to the TV as he runs his villager around in circles. You nod and slowly inch away.

“It was nice, uh, you,” you give a thumbs up, “hope you have lots of fun.”

You angle around the couch and head for the hallway. You hear him sigh again and the soft impact on the cushion. You go to grab your shoes from the mat and a sudden, blinding wave ripples through your body. From the base of your jaw through every nerve and muscle, an electric current has you crumpled on the floor.

Your vision speckles black, the darkness spreading and consuming you, little by little. Right before the curtains close on the world, you see him above you, pinching the silver ring on his middle finger.

“Stay,” he repeats, just as you let yourself fade away.

🎮

You open your eyes. The room is dim but for the glare of the screen. At first, you can’t make out much but orbs of light. As your sight clears, a tingle runs across your skin, raising goosebumps. A gentle weight rests on your shoulder and squeezes firmly.

Your head is on a thick thigh as a hand clasps around your shoulder. The man sets down the controller on his other leg and pets your head. You murmur as your nerves zip and ping against each other. The echo of the jolt still coursing through you.

You put your hand against the couch cushion but he doesn’t let you sit up. He keeps you pinned with his grip on your shoulder. You don’t fight him. He’s stronger and bigger. Besides, you’re still weak from the zap.

“It’ll go soon. Relax,” he girds.

You glance at the screen. He has a house now, not just a tent. How long has he been grinding? How long have you been asleep?

You’re silent as he draws his hand away and resumes his play. You don’t want to stop him if only to avoid his attention. You’re safe like this, if not uncomfortably close. His warmth and scent surround you.

You bring your hands up cautiously, carefully not to alarm him and fold them together. He’ll have to sleep eventually, right? There will be a chance to go. You just have to be patient.

🎮

The screen goes black as the Nintendo shuts down. You’re paralysed, in the same position you were when you awoke. You lift yourself only as the man sets aside the controller. 

He glances over at you with his mysterious blue eyes. He’s like a shadow to you, not quite complete.

You can only stare back at him as he watches you calmly. He sits forward, his grey tee drawing tight around his muscled torso and broad chest. He rubs his eye with his knuckle then drags his fingertips down his sharp cheek.

“Sleep,” he says bluntly.

You purse your lips and peek over the back of the couch. The doorway that opens into the hall tempts you to make a run for it but the latent buzz in your skin keeps you seated. He startles you as he touches your chin and nudges you to look at him.

“No.”

The reproach is plain. Don’t even think of leaving. The less and less he says, the more confused you are. Why is he doing this? Is he going to kill you?

You can’t help how your forehead creases and your eyes widen. You lean away from his hand and hug yourself. Shit, you hope you’re on a good show, not one of those low-budget crime soaps.

“Won’t do that,” he declares, reading your thoughts plainly. He reaches to your arm and tugs it out from beneath the other, wrapping your hand in his, “too nice.”

“Me?”

“Yes,” he stands and pulls you with him.

You let him. Your limbs are hollow still and you jitter with each step. As nice as he might think he is by keeping you alive, did he really need to shock you?

He takes you down the hall and into another room. He releases you and shuts the door. You don’t miss the smooth glide of the lock into place. Bad sign.

Yet, when he turns back, he sidesteps you and crosses to the sleek black dresser against the wall. He pulls out a drawer and brings out a plain white tee shirt. He comes back to you and holds it out in offer. You consider the cotton carefully before taking it.

Once you do, he parts again. He undresses methodically to the right of the bed; tee shirt, jeans, socks, all tossed into the tall hamper. You shy away and keep your chin down at the sight of his mostly naked body. He is corded in muscle, you don’t blame him for his shamelessness.

You put your back to him and lay down the tee on the vintage chest beside the door. You quickly swoop off your work shirt and switch it for the white cotton. That falls longer than your own. Hesitation fiddles in your fingers before you manage to unbutton your dark pants.

You wince as he approaches you and takes your old clothing. You slip off your socks one at a time and place them atop the armful. He goes and dumps them with his own in the basket. What is he up to? Better yet, why are you still here?

He faces the bed and folds back the blanket. You keep your eyes on the pillows, avoiding another glimpse of his chiseled form. You won’t let the fact that he’s hot distort this situation. You are a hostage. And all for Animal Crossing. Wow, your life truly is absurd.

He waits at the edge. You stand dumbly where you are. He points and you resist the dumb notion of trying to get away. You don’t relish another electric jumble of your brain cells.

You walk along the left side of the bed and peer down at the jersey sheets. They look soft and welcoming despite the circumstance. You press your hands to the mattress and carefully lower yourself onto it.

He flicks the lamp off and joins you from the other side. The bed jostles as you lay flat. He makes you gasp as he grasps your side and rolls you against him. You brace yourself and quiver in his embrace.

He positions your head on his shoulder, keeping you in the cradle of his arm as he exhales deeply. He brushes along your hair and down your cheek. You lay frozen against him. Maybe if you’re completely still, he won’t do anything else.

🎮

Click. You jerk and sit up as something constricts around your throat. Not too tight but snug to your skin. You bounce on the mattress as you turn onto your ass.

"What's going on?" You bluster, groggy and confused.

It takes a moment to realise you're not in your own bed. Oh god, this guy. He kneels before you, sitting back on his heels in short black briefs as he watches you. You touch the leather collar around your neck and squeak.

"Why?"

He reaches to pet your head. You swat him away and bounce across the bed. You get to your feet, scrambling around clumsily. Before you can get there, a soft buzz thrums through you and you stagger into the wood. You turn your back to the door and pant, his fingertips around the metal ring below his knuckle.

"Don't," he warns.

You shudder as you struggle to get your feet steady. It wasn't as strong as the first time but enough to turn your legs to jelly. You lean heavily as your insides vibrate from the surge.

He nears and takes your hands in his large ones. You whimper and let him guide you away from the door. Your steps are stiff and awkward. You fall against him as you lose your balance.

"Be good," he says as he slips a hand onto your hip and sits you down.

You shiver as he brushes up your side and up the cotton tee. You look down as he touches your chin and pushes your head back up. He looks down at you with a dreamy look in his eyes.

He inhales, chest rising and falling, and traces both hands along your shoulders. He shoves you so you fall onto your back with an oomph.

"Um, p-please," you murmur, "don't hurt me."

He clicks his tongue several times in disapproval. You quiet yourself as you quiver, his hands trailing down your torso to your pelvis. He leans in so you feel his breath on your panties and your teeth chatter helplessly.

"Please, what are you doing?"

He nuzzles your thigh and hushes you. Your lashes flutter wildly at the sensation it sends you. Like the thrill of electricity but deeper. You flatten your hands to blanket and gasp.

He grips the seam of your panties along your hip and tears through them like crepe. The other side gives just as easily and you babble weakly. The fabric falls limp beneath you and unveils you to his delighted growl.

He purrs and drags his nose up your legs, along the crease of your pelvis, his hand creeping around your other. He strokes the edge of your cunt lightly, a tickle blooming into you. You mewl and dip your head back against the mattress.

"Please."

He slides his fingers between your lips and you choke on your plea. Oh. Oh, what is he doing?

He rubs you firmly, his mouth meeting his hand as his tongue glides in place of his finger. He circles his lips around your clit and flicks his tongue. You spasm in surprise and clutch the duvet.

You suck in air and let out a drone as his tongue swirls and stirs your wits to chaos. It's unlike anything you've felt before. You arch your back into the storm of pleasure that flows from him into you.

He laps at you, greedier by the moment, overriding every ounce of reticence. You moan and curl your toes, bending your legs around the end of the mattress. The spiral inside you whirls faster and faster, pressure pounding at your core.

His fingers wander down your folds, lingering at your entrance. His tongue teases you further to the edge, dangling you over the precipice but not letting you drop. He dips his finger into you, just the tips as you squirm and slap your hand against your thigh with a squeak.

More, more, more, he sinks in to the knuckle and curls his fingers. He pushes against the tender patch inside as he gets even deeper. You grunt between your teeth and reach to fist a clump of his dark hair.

He hums into you as he rocks his hand, matching the tempo of his tongue as he urges your body onward. You puff and pant, head lolling as you try to cling onto a semblance of sanity. You can't, it's too much.

He shouldn't be touching you like this but you don't want him to stop.

He sucks on your bud and you yelp in surprise. A sudden burst of hot and cold crashes inside of you and spills over. You feel it around his fingers. You hear it as he slows his motion and eases you down from your high.

Breathless, your hand falls beside you and your other grazes up to your chest. He rises, lips shining with your arousal as he looks down his body. He grips himself through his briefs and snarls.

He tugs them down, freeing his rigid length as he shudders at the friction of flesh and fabric. Your eyes nearly roll back at the sight of him. You haven't seen many and none face to face but he's big. Very big.

You groan and lift yourself on your elbows, trying to pull yourself further onto the bed. He chuckles as he kicks away the briefs and advances on you. He grabs your feet and drags you back to edge, resting your heels against his chest as his hands follow the lines of your legs.

He bends his knees as his eyes consume you, a palm running along your pelvis and across your stomach, squeezing the softness there. A growl escapes his nose as his eyes flare with feral light. You catch his hand and try to peel back his thick fingers. 

"Please," you beg, "I never…"

He ignores you as his other hand explores your cunt, pushing between your folds and rubbing them gruffly. He spreads you wide, shaking free your hold to frame your hip. He pulls back to grip himself and press his tip along your wet lips.

He slickens himself on you, up and down, taunting you as he prods at your entrance then drags himself away. He carries on the torturous motion until you writhe with anticipation. As scared as you are, you throb for it. You feel so empty as your walls clench and pulse.

He bends over you, planting his knees on the bed as he tilts his pelvis. He pokes at your entrance, rocking as he works his tip into you. He keeps the gentle rhythm as he slowly stretches you, delving further and further as your lips O in terrified delight.

You place your hands on his chest and gnash your teeth as pleasure laced strain inside. You hook your legs around him and puff out as you struggle between the urge to push him away or pull him deeper.

He impales you completely and you hug him closer with your legs as your nails jab into his firm chest. He leans in to smother your whimpers, kissing you as he tilts carefully against you. His tongue slips between your lips and his breath scalds around you.

He rolls into you, the bed shifting with his steadily building pace. Each thrust carries more purpose, a little harder, a little faster. You garble into his mouth as he bounces you beneath him, skin on skin, sweat slicking in rivers across your bodies.

You pull your mouth from his and turn your head to whine. Your body curves into his and you give in to his will. He claims you quickly, sensing the crack in your restraint.

He slides his hand beneath you, groping your ass as he angles deeper into you. His other arm curls around your neck and he holds his body flush to yours. He shakes the bed and he pumps into you furiously, lips against your cheek as he pants out snarlish groans.

Your head lolls back over his bulging muscle, not a thought left in you, only the thrumming pressure of him inside you. You moan and murmur, another peak mounting to a crest. You quake out an orgasm as he crushes you in his fervor.

He fucks you into the bed until you fear the frame might break. He slams into you, over and over, pelvis snapping against yours as tension coils in his muscles. He quivers as his voice grows louder, heavy grunts and long strokes, that turn to wild bucking.

He rams to his limit and swallows the gasp that rumbles up his throat. He rests his chin on your head as he gives several last ruts, a pause between each. You feel him spill into you as he slows and finally stills.

He heaves and collapses his weight onto you. He stays buried in you. His breath wafts over your hair and he sighs. He rolls onto his side, taking you with him as he cradles your head.

"Mine," he rasps as he tickles up your spine, a shiver bristling through you.

You close your eyes and tremble as the last day races through your mind. You don't even know his name. Or do you?

"Are you really God?" You eke out thinly.

"I'm your god," he pets your head softly as the words thunder through you. 

You can't deny him or his proclamation. After all, he holds you in the palm of his hand, just as he holds your whole world.

#god the bounty hunter #ghosted #dark fic #dark!fic #fic #one shot #god the bounty hunter x reader

[buckypascal]

I KNEW THEY DIDNT KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE 🤣

#THESE LOSERS 🤣🤣🤣👏👏👏👏😭😭😭😭 #sebastian stan #chris evans #ghosted #cole turner #god the bounty hunter #i cant believe thats a tag now lmao #ana de armas #my sunshine #pretty boy

[holylulusworld]

Competition 2.0

Summary: You and Lloyd are in a competition for life.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader; God, the bounty hunter x fem!Reader (not really)

Warnings: concurrence, mentions of erectile dysfunction, language, Lloyd being Lloyd, implied subish Lloyd, implied bi-sexual Lloyd, kinda knifeplay (not really)

Catch up here: Competition

“Aw, sugar cake,“ Lloyd grins as you try to ignore you agreed to join forces against the new player calling himself God, the bounty hunter. “How about we start the party now and work harder later.”

You roll your eyes. “I agreed to sit in the same car with you. If you keep on pushing boundaries, it’s totally justified if I stab your face.” You smile darkly at Lloyd. “What will it be, sugar cake.”

“You’re a red-blooded woman,” he hums and unashamedly runs his hand over his crotch. Lloyd is not subtle. Not at all. “I like me a feisty pussy to pound.”

“I hope that motherfucker is worth spending time with you. If not, I’ll kill you for wasting my time and for being annoying.”

“I killed people for less,” Lloyd grins. He scoots a little closer to brush his hand over your knee. “I got you a limousine, sunshine. If the gesture doesn’t scream—” He grunts the second you grab his hand and twist it.

“If,” you bend his thumb, making him wince, “you ever touch me without my allowance again, I’ll castrate you.”

“But you want me to touch you,” he nods to himself. “I only need to wait for you to whimper my name. I know you are addicted to Lloyd Hansen.”

“You mean disgusted by you,” you push his hand away. “I don’t do limp dicks.” You huff. “Now focus on the mission. I want my witness back, and you want to settle things with that guy calling himself God.”

“God the bounty hunter,” Lloyd corrects. “I will carve his heart out for fucking my mission over. That sexy thief will feel the wrath of Lloyd Hansen. No one steals my kill and gets away with it.”

“Sexy?” You cock your head. “Ah, I see.” Nodding knowingly, you smirk. “The girl didn’t get you hard because you prefer them more…masculine.”

“If so?” He cocks his head and mirrors your smirk. “A nice body is a nice body.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Even though, I prefer your body today.”

“Hmm…” you eye Lloyd warily. “If you are a good boy, I’ll let you shoot him first.” Your eyes round watching Lloyd shift in his seat. He swallows thickly and rubs his hand over his crotch. “Do you like being a good boy?”

“What?” He hiccups. “No! I’m in control. Always! No one calls me their good boy.”

“No one ever did,” you scoot closer to run your fingertips over his thigh. He shudders and purrs your name. “Say, Lloyd. Do you want to be my good boy?”

His eyes are half-lidded, and his mouth falls open. He struggles to answer, too lost in the feeling of your featherlight touch. “I…I…”

“If you want to be my good boy, you’ll leave God and the witness to me. Just provide backup and look pretty.”

“You think I look pretty?” He murmurs, close to creaming his pants. “I knew it…”

You snort and move away. “Christ, Hansen. You are so easy to manipulate. One pretty face, the right words and you forget about the mission. No wonder that new player snatched my witness out of your hands.”

“He didn’t!” Lloyd grunts. He crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. “I wasn’t distracted at all. I played along to steal your knife.”

Lloyd proudly twirls your favorite knife between his fingers. “You fucker! Give it back!”

“You didn’t think it’s so easy to manipulate Lloyd Hansen, didn’t you?” He laughs now. “Aw, baby cakes. You’ll have to do a lot more to distract me. If you sit in my lap and ride the life out of me, maybe then I’d be distracted.”

“Just tell this to yourself.”

Lloyd had to take the lead. He stormed into the building before you got the chance to analyze the situation. He kicked the door open and yelled orders at his men while aimlessly shooting anyone crossing his path.

“Hello sunshine,” he snickers and stalks toward the new player. “Did you think I’d forget about you?”

“What do you want?” The man replies. Unimpressed by Lloyd, his men, and their guns aimed at him, he sips his coffee and furrows his brows. “The man is gone.”

“Where is my witness?” You shove Lloyd out of your way. “Whatever you have to settle with that idiot,” you jerk your head toward Lloyd, “has nothing to do with my witness. Where is he?”

“Gone,” God’s eyes flit toward you. He looks you up and down and takes another sip of his coffee. “He won’t come back. This was my mission.”

“No it was mine,” Lloyd argues.

“It was mine,” you huff. “Can you stop the pissing contest for a moment, Hansen?” You look at God. “Where did you bring him? I need his location right now.”

“He’s gone,” he repeats.

You sigh, deeply and exasperated. “Listen, I got that he’s gone. I just need to know, where to, and if he’s still alive. I’ll pay you for your information.”

“Cupcake, you won’t pay that fucker for the information. I’ll break his pretty face for you, and you can pay me back with something sweeter than money,” Lloyd flashes you a cocky grin.

“I told you to stop this shit,” you are just done with Lloyd’s antics. “So, what will it be, Mr. God.”

“God, the bounty hunter,” he corrects. “Not mister or God.”

“He likes his name,” your mustache-wearing nemesis snickers.

“Fine,” you secure your gun. “What will it be, God, the bounty hunter? Money, diamonds, or a bullet from Mr. Hansen’s gun?”

“Oh!” Lloyd cocks a brow. “You’ll leave the kill to me?”

“You should get a room,” God, the bounty hunter says. “I already got paid. I do not break my contracts.”

“Listen you fucker,” you get your knife out to throw it at God. He not only dodges your attack but also catches your knife. God sniffs at the knife before licking over the blade. “Fuck…” You lick your lips. That was the sexiest thing you’ve seen in a while.

Your pussy clenches around nothing when he gets up to hand you the knife over. “He’s gone, miss. There is no coming back for him.”

You take the knife, holding God’s gaze. “You killed him.”

“That was the order. My client was very strict about it. They wanted it to happen in a certain way too,” he drops his eyes to the gun in your thigh holster. “A Colt M1911A1, nice. Very reliable.”

“I like reliable,” you reply. “Nothing better than a reliable partner.”

“Are you fucking kidding me now?” Lloyd throws a tantrum. “First that bastard steals my kill and now you are flirting with him. Did you forget that he killed your witness?”

“Hey, sometimes you win,” you roam God’s body with your eyes, “sometimes you lose.” You dip your head to glance at Lloyd. “And sometimes you get the chance to turn a loss into a double win…”

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#lloyd hansen #god the bounty hunter #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #god the bounty hunter x reader #Competition 2.0 #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen x female reader

[nickfowlerrr]

the seven heavenly virtues: charity, chastity, diligence, humility, kindness, patience, and temperance.

the seven deadly sins: envy, gluttony, greed, lust, pride, sloth, and wrath.

info and guidelines below the cut.

the idea is to pick either a sin or a virtue (or both) to use for your fic, or drabble, or moodboard, etc. you're welcome to pick more than one if you'd like and use them as inspo any way you please.

here's a wheel decide for the sins if you want help choosing. and one for the virtues.

submissions are, of course, open to dark and non dark characters/readers, just please make sure to properly tag your posts.

smut, fluff, angst, all is welcome! and any non writers who want to participate are free to.

moodboards, edits, however you’d like to join in, please do!

this is not limited to only characters that i write for. you can use any marvel character, any sebastian stan character, any henry cavill character, or any chris evans character. and if there's someone in particular you have in mind that isn't included in this, just lmk! i’d be more than happy to have this open to other actors/actresses/fandoms, i just request no RPFs, please. :)

i feel like this goes without saying, but i'll say it anyway, no minors allowed.

18+ only (21+ preferred).

really the only hard limits are involving underage characters/readers. i can't stop you from writing what you want to write, but it will not be included in the masterlist and will not be read or reblogged by me.

no word minimums or limits but please add a "keep reading" break on longer works.

feel free to write for more than one character in a fic if you want, and multiple submissions are fine, too.

the deadline for this is going to be a bit far out because i know i take ages to write lol. deadline will be november 14th, 2023.

you of course can start posting anytime! a masterlist will be made once there are five submissions shared and i will add from there as (if) there are more.

and please tag me in your posts and use the hashtags “#the seven writing event” or “#nickfowlerrr’s writing event” when you upload your submissions.

i don't have a wide reach so i don't see this having much traction lol but i'd love to see what people come up with! so please participate if you feel so inclined. 🖤

this is my first writing event and i feel like i’m missing information so if you have any questions please feel free to send me a message! 🩵

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[vellicore]

CALL OUT TO ME

Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 215

Warnings: Car (s)ex, sacrilegious (kind of), p in v, pet name angel

A/N: This is only a drabble. I 100% should be sleeping right now because it’s 1:00 AM. But this cameo gave me life, and I am now obsessed. I will be writing so many fics with him. This was just a tiny something before I fall asleep.

“Oh God!”

You wished you could wipe the smug look off his face. But the truth was, he was making you feel far too good. Here you were, once again, in the back of someones vehicle.

Whose vehicle? You didn't know. Well, you had a semblance of an idea. You knew that it most likely belonged to the person he was assigned to kill.

Right now though, this vehicle belonged to the two of you. This was his favorite thing to do. He loved to have his way with you just before going in for the kill.

“Say it again, angel. Call out to me.” He taunts as his grip on your soft skin tightens resulting in a small whimper from you. He loved to hear you moan his ‘name’. When in reality, you didn't even know his real name.

“Oh my, God!” you cry out once again as you begin to bounce a little faster. You didn't mind calling him that. No, with the way he made you feel, and the orgasms he drew from your body. He was god as far as you were concerned.

“Angel, I can see my target... Can you be good for me and cum? Show me just how well you can listen and follow orders. Cum for me.”

#ghosted movie spoilers #ghosted spoilers #sebastian stan #god the bounty hunter #ghosted cameo #Sebastian stan fics

[steve-kemp]

G H O S T E D (2023) and that's how Sam Wilson committed vehicular manslaugher against Bucky Barnes, after he kidnapped Steve Rogers

#* #sebastian stan #sebastiansource #sebstanedit #sebastianstanedit #chrisevansedit #chris evans #cevansgifs #cevans #anthony mackie #anythonymackieedit #marvelcastedit #unearthlydust #ghosted #ghosted spoilers #god the bounty hunter #cole turner

[navybrat817]

You just know he'll make you call him your God. Maaaybe makes you kneel at his feet, too 😏 to worship him

Oh, he will. 🔥

God and His Angel

Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Female Reader Summary: God takes an angel for himself. Word Count: Over 500 Warnings: Implied s/mut, implied o/ral, d/ubcon if you squint, minor character d/eath, God the Bounty Hunter (he's a warning, okay?), inappropriate use of voltage A/N: Yes, I will take less than two minutes of a character and do something with it. 😂 Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

"You're making this harder than it needs to be, angel."

"Don't call me that," you said through your teeth.

You didn't have a chance to register the small tut as he twisted his voltage ring, but the jolt between your legs was enough to force you to your knees. If he wanted to, he could knock you out with enough energy. You had half expected him to put the connecting metal disc on your neck, but the bastard had much more fun snaking a hand down the front of your pants to put in a much more intimate spot.

And right now, he wanted to play.

You weren't sure if the sound you let out was one of pain or pleasure as you felt another jolt, but he smirked at you just the same as he gripped your chin and forced your gaze on him. Warmth lingered in his touch and stare, a contrast to the cold look he gave before he shot your partner. The bounty was for him, after all, not for you.

He was business and you were pleasure.

"Why wouldn't I call you that? I'm your God and you're my new angel."

The terrifying thing about the bounty hunter was that he didn't raise his voice when he spoke to you. He didn't have to. To him, his word was law.

Like an actual god.

"Bet you're wet for me," he said in a low voice. You didn't deny it. "Should I check?"

"No."

He shrugged with one shoulder. "I'll feel just how wet you are when you take my cock."

"You think I'll do that? And what else am I supposed to do exactly?" you asked, keeping your breathing steady as you lightly trembled. "Worship you?"

"It's a start," he said, releasing you to reach for his belt. "Worship me, call me God, and you'll always be in my care."

He can't be fucking serious.

"Always in your care, huh? What about my partner?" you snapped, nodding to the dead body.

He gripped your chin again, the ring lightly digging into your skin. "My work is perfect and my ways are just," he stated as a matter of fact. You almost laughed at the audacity of his statement when you realized he believed his own words, which made him that much more horrifying. "So I'm justified in keeping you for myself."

Triumph glittered in his blue eyes because he already knew he won. It was his world. You were just a pawn in it.

Or maybe you could be an angel.

"You may need to convince me," you said.

"It won't take much, especially after I fuck you. And you'll call me 'God' when I give it to you."

Cocky bastard.

"Am I still an angel if you fuck me?" you asked, your heart racing when he smiled.

"You'll be mine and that's all that matters. Your world will start and end with me, but don't worry. You'll get yours after I get mine," he promised as he unzipped his pants. "Now open up for me."

Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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[capibuck]

Ghosted 👻

Buy me a Kofi? ❤️

#art #ghosted #chrisevans #sebastianstan #cole turner #god the bounty hunter

[riricitaa]

loves of my life, kings of my heart, rulers of my universe

#day 2 and I'm still screaming #WE ACTUALLY WON #okay relax girl #tho I feel like I drank 100 coffees #sebastian stan #chris evans #spoilers #ghosted spoilers #evanstan #cole turner #god the bounty hunter

[buckymilf]

can you imagine how many stevebucky bloopers are out there with chris and sebastian laughing at each other that marvel never released???? yeah

THANK YOU APPLE TV

#never getting over this #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #god the bounty hunter #steve rogers #chris evans #cole #ghosted #evanstan #stucky #stevebucky #steve x bucky

[buckets-and-trees]

Forest of Fics [masterlist]

latest

Prepare for Takeoff [1.5k] soft!dark!mafia Andy Barber x female!reader | tw: dub con, explicit smut, part of the I'm Your Man collection

Morning Radiance [750] soft!dark!mafia Andy Barber x female!reader | tw: dub con, explicit smut, somnophilia, part of the I'm Your Man collection

Hide and Seek [500] alpha Nick Fowler x female!omega!reader | mafia au, smut

Waiting On One Look [300] alpha Ari Levinson x female!omega!reader | apocalyptic omegaverse, referenced smut

Not Meant to Be Like This [680] alpha Steve x female!agent!reader | omega heat, explicit smut

Give Up [450] soft dark alpha Bucky x female!omega!reader | tw: DUB CON, explicit smut

A Shift in the Morning Routine [1060] King!Steve x Queen!Female!Reader | part of the Cedar Trees Royal AU, no smut

The Only Way of Knowing You [7.8k] leshy!Nick Fowler x female!Reader | modern AU, smut, tw: dub con

Warm Shadows, pt. 3: Carving Through the Dark [14.4k] Alpha!Bucky x Female Omega!Reader, Alpha!Steve x Female Omega!Reader | omegaverse, explicit smut

What You Want [2.7k] lawyer!Bucky x curvy!female assistant!reader| modern AU, power dynamic, periphery/secular reference to the Christmas holiday, vaginal fingering, use of "plum" as a term of endearment

greatest

CEDAR TREES [royal AU collection] f!Reader insert, king!Steve, Royal AU, smut, fluff

DEVOUR [short series] soft!dark Bucky x f!Reader insert, mob AU, non/dub-con start, explicit SMUT

Sacrificial [3.5k] Minotaur!Bucky x f!scientist!Reader (modern AU) dark SMUT/monster fucking, dub-con

Desperate [3k] Bucky Barnes x f!Reader | SMUT dubious consent, sex pollen, kidnapping

WARM SHADOWS [post-endgame omegaverse series] Alpha!Bucky x f!reader, Alpha!Captain Hydra x f!reader | DARK SMUT, tw: non con, tw: dub con, fluff beginning

events & challenges

Aspen's Holiday Extravaganza 2022

Into an Alternate June-iverse 2023

Hot Bucky Summer 2023

Bucky Barnes Bingo, Round Five - through January 2024

Aspen's 1st Anniversary Sleepover

'A Very Horny Monday to You...' August Sultry and Sinful List

Aspen's Dark Forest Fest - October 2023

BUCKY BARNES

COLLECTIONS

IN THE OPEN AIR [dual-part series] Gender Bend Mermaid AU, f!Reader insert

part one: Out of These Waters [7.9k]

part two: That Shore Up Above [will be continued TBD]

THE BROOKLYN BOYS [drabble series] female!Reader insert, slow burn

A MAN IS NOT HIS SONG [short series] female!Reader insert, slow burn, eventual smut, post-CA:WS era Bucky

1: More than a Melody's Needed

DEVOUR [short series] female!Reader insert, mob AU, non/dub-con start, explicit SMUT, mostly-dark!mob boss Bucky

salt - non-con fat - dub-con acid - totally con heat - coming Nov/Dec 2023 post series-drabbles: mint | yeast

BUCK'S ELEVEN [snapshot series] historical AU, Ocean's Eleven-style heist premise

Buck's Eleven (original one-shot) [1.6k] Bucky, mentions of ex-wife!Reader, Steve

ONE-SHOTS

Into Cursed Pixie Dust [9k] female!Reader insert, SMUT, morally grey Winter Soldier

Silent Screams in Wildest Dreams [8k] female!Reader insert, SMUT, dark ending

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [2k] dark!Wanda + Bucky x gender neutral!Reader, non-con/dub-con smut DARK FIC

Sacrificial [3.5k] Minotaur!Bucky x female!scientist!Reader (modern AU) dark SMUT/monster fucking, dub-con + follow up drabble: Do You Remember?

Talk [2k] Pleasure Dom!Bucky (modern AU) SMUT, BDSM, forced orgasm

Perfectionists [2.2k] + Test Play [1.8k] Game Designer!Bucky x female!reader (modern AU) SMUT

Desperate [3k] female reader, SMUT, dubious consent, sex pollen, kidnapping

Uncertain and Sure [550] Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | follow up drabble to Desperate, slight angst, feels, no smut

Insatiable [1850] Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | more for the Desperate verse but can stand alone, explicit smut

The Pool Party Op [1.2k] female reader, SMUT

Meet Cute [2.2k] female reader, modern AU, first piece in the Trader James Collection

Saturday Night Movie Marathon [2.4k] female reader, SMUT

Don't Blame Me [<1k] female reader | SMUT, tw: infidelity

DRABBLES

Christmas Eve Eve [1.1k but slotting with the drabbles because it’s still short] gn!Reader insert, fluff

Tactics [650] TFATWS era Bucky, character study

Coffee Shop Meet-Cute Request [1.1k] post-TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader, fluff

The Color Crimson [500] Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x Ari Levinson, SMUT

BULLET POINT APPROACH THOUGHT STORIES

Nose-brush forehead kisses post-TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader, fluff

STEVE ROGERS

SERIES

CEDAR TREES [royal AU collection] female!Reader insert, king!Steve, Royal AU, smut, fluff

THE BROOKLYN BOYS [drabble series] female!Reader insert, slow burn

ONE-SHOTS

Tiny Vessels [1.5k] gender neutral Reader insert, end of Endgame Steve, brief moments of non-graphic physical intimacy follow up: Don't Forget You Were the One Who [1.3k] Steve returns

King [1k] female!Reader insert, mob!Steve, angst quickly resolved into fluff

Witchview [1.3k] female!Reader insert (witch!reader), Steve stays in the present after Endgame, post-WandaVision, smut, magic, manipulation, dark-ish

Peering In My Hollow Core [2.4k] Nomad!Steve x Morally Grey f!Reader | SMUT (dub-con sex pollen)

DRABBLES

With You female!Reader insert, fluff, potential future Neighbor!Steve scenario/chaptered work

inspired by a Chris and Dodger gifset gender neutral Reader insert, fluff

Bookings and Rings female!Reader insert, Buck's Eleven Collection, light smut

Steve with a Breeding Kink [750] Steve x f!reader | soft dark SMUT, tw: dubious consent

OTHER MARVEL

Sketch of Sam and Natasha [1k] Nat x Sam, exploring a CA: The Winter Soldier theory/close “reading of the text”

Are We Falling [1k] Sam x female!Reader, smut, post!TFATWS

Consort [2.3k] Namor x female!Reader, smut, post Wakanda Forever Companion [3.3k] Namor x female!Reader, smut, part two of Consort

The Ashes In My Wake [1.2k] dark!Daredevil x female!Reader, non-con smut

These Hands Had To [1k] Alpha!Joaquin Torres x female!Omega!Reader, omegaverse, fluff to smut, post!TFATWS

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [2k] dark!Wanda + Bucky x gn!Reader, non-con/dub-con smut DARK FIC

Late Night Quickie Natasha Romanoff x Joaquin Torres | Gamer AU, SMUT

SEDITION - A DARK AVENGING DEATH EATERS AU (MCU/HP crossover)

Lexicon Post (Prologue, premise, context, character list)

Part One: Unrest - Steve, Bucky, Thanos, Natasha

OTHER SEBASTIAN STAN & CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

ONE-SHOTS

Unholy Errand [4k] Lloyd Hansen x female!Reader, God the Bounty Hunter x female!Reader, Ransom Drysdale SMUT, dark, non-con, dub-con

I'm Your Man [3k] soft!dark Mafia!Andy Barber x f!reader SMUT, tw: dubcon

DRABBLES

The Color Crimson [500] Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x Ari Levinson | SMUT

IMAGINES & HEADCANONS

Exactly Like You [1k] Nick Fowler x Female!Reader | soft dark, reference to smut happening, Stockholm syndrome

HARRY FREAKING POTTER

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Can’t Be Forgotten [4.5k] Lily Luna Potter x Tom Riddle, soft dark

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