#god the bounty hunter x reader

[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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[buckets-and-trees]

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

[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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[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 163-164

Welcome to Weeks 163 & 164

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendation for fanfics. I have a lot to read now which makes me happy 💜 This list holds 65 fics. Hope you enjoy them all.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Give Me One More - (Ari x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie

The Perfect Fit - (Nick x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

All Of Me - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Don't Give Up on Me - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817

Andy Drabble - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Sunrise - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Begin Again Part 1 - @anonymityisfunwriter

Monkey See, Monkey Do, Chp 14 - (Colin x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

Special Treatment - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

A New Beginning - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Dishes with Andy… - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Tease - (Destroyer Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

who you belong to - (Andy x Reader) - @/sunshinebuckybarnes

Thanks for the Invite - (Lloyd x Black! Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Alpha - (Lloyd x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic

Yearning For You - (Ari x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Dead End - (Lee x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Baby Girl - (Steve x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

Begin Again - Part 2 - @anonymityisfunwriter

NEED A HAND? - (Bucky x Reader) - @likeahorribledream

Something New - (Bucky x Black Fem Reader x Steve) - @princessphilly

Biker Bucky - @pellucid-constellations

Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Happy Birthday - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18

First Date - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18

Playing The Long Game - (Cole x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Let Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Fair Play - (Nick x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Stalked - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

It's All In The Eyes - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Kinktober Day 13 - (Bucky x Black! Reader) - @princessphilly

As You Wish - (Steve x Reader) - @/rookthorne

| 2:48 a.m. | - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers

Mornin' Captain! - (Steve x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

Stucky in love - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Whatever Daddy Wants - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

His Inheritance - Part 22 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Just Right - Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia

Real-Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 17 - @/wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Though I Have Never Read It - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Conditioner - (Bucky x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

A Crown of Flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Only the two of us - (Bucky x Reader) - @barnesafterglow

Threadbare - Part 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Forbidden Enticement - (Stucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne

Turn The Lights Down Low - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @slyyywriting

Potentiality - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Never Have I Ever… - (Jake x Reader) - @/drabblewithfrannybarnes

Still Need You - (Bucky x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

play with fire - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory

SWEETHEART - (Lee x Reader) - @likeahorribledream

Miss You - (Frank C. x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

Bucky Oneshot - @/pellucid-constellations

a stranger arrives - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Life of Pie - (Destroyer! Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Breeding Kink Nick - (Nick x Black! Reader) - @/princessphilly

Sugary Sweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne

Bodyguard Brock - @/fluffyprettykitty

Unholy Errand - (Lloyd x Reader, God the Bounty Hunter) - @buckets-and-trees

For All I Do - (Lee x Reader) - @/boxofbonesfic

By the Pound - (Andy x Black!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger

Their Doll - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817

Their Doll - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817

The Shadow of Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

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[onceuponastory]

in another universe - god the bounty hunter x reader

Plot: One night, Y/N meets someone who’s about to change her life and everything she knows. Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Female!Reader (if you look hard enough) Warnings: Mentions of death/murder, guns/weapons and kidnapping. As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: None of you say a fucking word 😂 seriously though, we get like a minute of Seb content from a cameo and I say “I can work with this” lmao. There’s no plot spoilers in this (bc I only watched those two cameos) Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own!

Wrapping her jacket around herself, Y/N leaves the bar where she’s spent most of the night. Alcohol still pools in her stomach, its warmth spreading throughout her body. She sighs contently. It’s been a good night, something she’s needed for a long time. And then she begins the walk home. Soon, someone falls into step behind her, matching their footsteps to hers. Even when she speeds up and slows down, the stranger matches her footsteps. Y/N registers her heartbeat rising. That’s strange. Hopefully she’s just imagining things, and that she’s not being followed. But as they continue down the street, the person’s footsteps still follow behind hers. As her mind races, Y/N tries to calm herself down. Because surely, this can’t be happening. She’s just overreacting.

“Sorry.” She murmurs, stepping aside to let the person behind her past, hoping they’ll soon be gone and she can head home with no more worries. But then, she feels something cold and hard pressing against the small of her back. Immediately, Y/N sobers up. Her breath hitches in her throat, and her heart stops. She already knows what it is, and what it means.

She’s about to die.

“Just keep walking.” A male voice orders, hot against her cheek. She does as the voice asks, too nervous to argue back. As they walk, she tries to pick up her pace a little, hoping that she’ll be able to slip away quick enough to not end up with a bullet in her back. But the man simply matches his pace with hers, digging the gun into her back even harsher. “Uh uh.” He tuts. Something is pressed into her neck then, and she yelps in pain. “Quiet.” Y/N immediately shuts up. “That is connected to my ring. One wrong move, and 50,000 volts will be sent through you. So you better do as I say.” He orders, and she nods. 

As he leads her through the streets, Y/N continues to think of what this man could possibly want with her. Of course, she has her ideas, but none of them are good ones. Before she can even engineer her next escape plan, the man leads her to a car. “Get in. We’re going for a drive.”

When the man gets in beside her, she manages to get a good look at him. He doesn’t look like she expected him to. For starters, his outfit makes him look more like an art student than a dangerous assassin, especially with the various bracelets covering his arms. Yet, Y/N finds herself wanting to ask him things, to know more about him, and especially why he chose to dress like this. That is, she would if he wasn’t pointing a gun at her while also threatening to electrocute her. Glancing over his face and his jawline, a light heat settles on her cheek. He’s kinda cute, in a way… and oh god, why is she thinking this about someone who’s kidnapping her? But then again, maybe in another universe, one where he isn’t trying to kill her… things would be different.

“What do you want with me?” She asks finally, as the man starts driving. A huff follows her question. “Okay, are you going to kill me, or are you just kidnapping me?”

“Most people don’t ask so many questions.”

“What, you kidnap people and expect them to stay silent, and not ask what the fuck is happening?” She snaps. “No, fuck that. Tell me what you want with me.” As silence fills the car once more, Y/N suddenly worries that she is about to be hit with all those volts that the man threatened for daring to talk back. Yet, to her surprise, the man simply chuckles as if impressed by her fire. 

“It’s not me who wants you, doll. I’m just the delivery driver.” He replies. She won’t lie, she quite enjoys being called doll by him. But then, the realisation hits her. 

“Oh god. Is this about Josh?” The man frowns.

“Who the fuck is Josh?”

“My stupid fucking boyfriend.” She huffs. Before they started dating, Josh used to be a petty criminal, stealing money and jewellery here and there. When she met him, though, he seemed to be doing better, and she helped get him back on the straight and narrow. And for the next couple of years, things were good. Sure, they had their arguments, but they were happy. Or at least, Y/N thought they were. A few nights ago, Josh came home freaking out because he ‘pissed off some dangerous people’. Although he didn’t go into specifics, from the terrified look on his face, Y/N knew it wasn’t good, and he’d fallen back into his old tricks. Or maybe he didn’t leave them behind at all. Maybe he’s been playing her this whole time, working his way up the criminal ladder whilst playing happy families with her. 

“All I got told was he owed my boss money, and when we tried to find him for payback, he had disappeared.” 

“So they sent you after me instead.” She murmurs. When the man nods, her entire body slumps forward, and she even begins shaking her head. Perhaps hoping that she convinces herself that this isn’t true. Hoping that it’s just a horrible nightmare, or even a twisted prank. But this is all very real. Something twinges deep in her stomach, and Y/N lets out a cry. He ran without telling her, and threw her to the wolves to clean up his mess. If she knew, she could’ve helped him. Or at least fled too. Tears start to fall, and she tries to wipe them away to no avail, as they keep coming even harder. Did she ever mean anything to him? Is he coming back for her… or is he gone forever? But she already knows the answer to that. He didn’t even bother to tell her the truth about what was going on, and fled before he could even face the music. Of course he’s not coming back for her. “God.” She sighs, burying her head in her hands. Her entire life these past few years has been nothing but a lie. 

And now, she’s just collateral damage. 

“I’m sorry.” The man speaks, causing her to raise an eyebrow. She looks back over at him, blinking in confusion as she waits for him to say something like ‘sorry I have to kill you’ or ‘sorry it’s come to this’ before putting her out of her misery. But nothing else comes. 

“What?” 

“I mean, I’m um- sorry you had to find out like this, with my gun pointed at your back.” He stammers, obviously overwhelmed by being the one to tell her that her boyfriend had left her to die. “I know I’m not really the most moral person, but that was a shitty thing for him to do.” And despite the tears still streaming down her cheeks, and how this man is most likely driving her to her death, Y/N feels something inside her flutter. In that moment, she appreciates his small glimpse of kindness more than he could ever know. 

“If you want ransom money from him, it’s not worth it. Just kill me.” She states with a shrug. “He didn’t even care enough to tell me what was going on, so there’s no way he cares enough to get me back. Knowing him, he’s probably in a whole other state right now, doing it all over again.”

“I’m not going to kill you. I’m under strict instructions not to harm you.” Y/N doesn’t reply, simply resting her head against the window. Honestly, she doesn’t care what happens to her now. As far as she knows, her life and relationship are over. She has nothing else to live for at this point.

Silence falls once more, neither willing to say anything to the other after that bombshell. The night sky soon envelops them, and Y/N feels herself slowly starting to fall asleep. A little part of her still hopes this is just a dream, that she’ll wake up back home and safe, not being driven to god knows where.

“What’s your name?” The man asks, cutting through her thoughts.

“Why do you care? I thought the others didn’t do so much talking.” The man shrugs.

“You’re not like the others.” Another flutter from deep inside her. Y/N tries to suppress it as much as she can. Maybe he’s lying to her, and he wants to know everyone’s name. Or maybe, after telling her that her boyfriend left her for dead, he wants to make her feel a little better. Although, maybe the flutter is because after the little snippet of kindness he showed her earlier… Y/N’s starting to feel more comfortable around him.

“It’s Y/N. Can I know your name?”

“I’m God.” Immediately, Y/N raises a brow. “What?!”

“Oh please, that is not your fucking name. Please don’t tell me you chose that.” 

“Obviously it’s not my real name. But nobody else gets to know my real name. And besides, it works, right? I saw it as meeting your maker kind of thing.” 

“It doesn’t. That’s so cheesy.” Y/N shakes her head, laughing to herself. As her peals of laughter fill the air, God rolls his eyes. 

“I’m going to let you off with that laughter because you’re sad.” He insists. “But no more, alright?” He warns.

“Thank you. That felt so good. I needed that.” She pants once she’s finally calmed down. It feels more like they’re two friends spending time together than a bounty hunter and the person he’s been sent to kidnap. A flicker of a smile crosses God’s lips. Although, he won’t lie... it’s a nice feeling. And besides, despite how annoying she’s being, hearing her laughter is a lot better than hearing her cries.

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“Tell me about your boss.” 

“I can’t do that.”

“Of course you can’t.” She sighs. The sound causes a pang in God’s heart. Obviously, he’s supposed to keep things about him and his boss quiet for safety. But after everything this poor woman has been through tonight, including realising just how much of an asshole her boyfriend is, surely the least he can do is tell her something. He’s a lot more firm and threatening to the others he’s taken. But Y/N, she’s different. The reason he’s kidnapping her isn’t her fault. Everyone else he was sent to deal with were assholes and scum of the earth, and he had no qualms about making sure they were dealt with. This, though, isn’t Y/N’s fault. None of it is. She didn’t ask for any of this, to have her life turned upside down because of the actions of her shitty boyfriend. In some way, God feels protective of her, and he doesn’t understand why. Maybe, she’s finally melting his heart of stone.

“He’s… nice I suppose? Or at least as nice as someone who orders bounty hunters after people could be.”

Maybe, in some other life, or some other universe, he and Y/N could be friends. It’s just a shame the way things work out. Sometimes, God wishes he could live another, normal life. One with a loving family or just someone to call his own. If only he made other choices before he got lost and went down this path, and turned to doing what he does as a way to tell the world to fuck off after it chewed him up and spat him out. He could’ve made something with his life. Something good.

Maybe he could’ve met someone like Y/N.

No. He couldn’t. That’s insane. He’s insane. He could never be a good person, especially not after what he’s done. The lack of sleep is making him go crazy or something. He’s just taking pity on Y/N because of what she’s been through. There’s no other meaning behind it. And besides, he likes this life. It’s been his for so long, he doesn’t know another way to live. Stupid fucking Y/N, making him think about his feelings. Thankfully, she’ll be out of his hair soon, and no longer his problem.

Although, as they approach the meeting point… deep down, God realises he might not be as ready to let go of Y/N as he thinks he is.

“Well. Here we are.” He announces, pulling up beside a row of rundown buildings. Y/N gulps. This is it. This is where she dies. “You know, I am sorry.”

“Mhm. You know, since I’m gonna die soon, I’m just going to say it. You aren’t so bad, God.” She admits. God scoffs.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Y/N.”

“I’m not!” She insists. “I mean, sure, we didn’t get off to the best start, but you’re nicer than I thought you would be.” Her words make him smile, and he sighs. This is going to be even harder than he thought. “And besides, you could’ve killed me on the way over here, because let’s face it, I was being annoying. But you didn’t.” Honestly, he couldn’t. Not just because that’s not what he does as a bounty hunter… but because he just can’t. He can’t harm a hair on Y/N’s head. “I guess we better go then.” She announces, reaching out for the door handle.

“Y/N. Wait.”

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[flordeamatista]

April Daydreams

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 

These are some of the most captivating stories from April

All blogs and daydreams listed below are 18+

You are responsible for the media you consume

Whenever you reblog a fic, you are sending flowers to the writers

Bucky Barnes

Date Night @justreadingfics

Passionate Negotiations @targaryenvampireslayer

Needy @^

Work it Out @jobean12-blog

Bandaged with Love @^

I Wanna Be Yours @buckycuddlebuddy

Part of the Run All You Want 'Verse @angrythingstarlight

Bumblebee AU [drabble 1, 2] @^

Baker Bucky AU [drabble 1]

Can I Call You, Baby @slyyywriting

Temples To Build @^

God the Bounty Hunter

Gentle Sin @navybrat817

Steve Rogers

Daddy Lessons @geminixevans-stan

Time to Run - [14 15] @syntheticavenger

Love Like a Scar @/targaryenvampireslayer

Nick Fowler

Kiss it better @late-to-the-party-81

Andy Barber

Sundaze @sunshinebuckybarnes

Down to Business @/navybrat817

Rocky, Who? @astrorogers

Ari Levinson

E-Vite 4/20 [A New Hire interlude] @boxofbonesfic

Biker!Ari drabble [1] @/angrythingstarlight

Down Again @/navybrat817

Curtis Everett

Within the Shadows @shadeysprings

Paz Vizsla

Bold @flightlessangelwings

Laurie Laurence

Good grief, Laurie @cocoamoonmalfoy

#April 🌺 rec #bucky barnes fanfiction #laurie laurence fanfiction #ari levinson fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #curtis everett fanfiction #paz vizsla fanfiction #nick fowler fanfiction #fic recs #fanfiction #x reader #paz vizsla x reader #laurie laurence x reader #ari levinson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #andy barber x reader #nick fowler x reader #steve rogers x reader #curtis everett x reader #god the bounty hunter x reader

[buckrecs]

𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧

masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

God and His Angel by @navybrat817

God takes an angel for himself.

Gentle Sin by @navybrat817

You keep God company.

Call Out To Me by @mickeyhenrys

God loves hearing his angel call out for him.

He Knows Everything by @mickeyhenrys

A run-in with a stranger at the bar is about to make your day very interesting.

in another universe by @onceuponastory

One night, Y/N meets someone who’s about to change her life and everything she knows.

You Get What You Payed For by @navybrat817

#god the bounty hunter #god the bounty hunter x reader #god the bounty hunter fic #god the bounty hunter fanfic #ghosted #god the bounty hunter x you #god the bounty hunter x y/n

[vellicore]

He Knows Everything

Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Reader 

Word Count: Over 350 

Warnings: Implied future smut, GOD (he’s a warning okay?), dubcon if you squint, pet name angel, OBVIOUS GHOSTED SPOILERS A/N: I CANT STOP 😩

“Oh, come on,” You groan as you once again attempt to find some sort of cell service. It’d been an hour since your car had broken down in this God-forsaken town, and you were desperate to get out as soon as possible.

“That’s no use,” the deep timber sound almost causes you to drop your phone as you look to your left to see who spoke to you in the first place.

At first, you weren't able to make our his features. The darkened atmosphere of the bar almost engulfed his appearance. But he ends up taking a step toward you, and that's when you're able to see him properly. “Sorry?”

“I said, it’s no use... There’s not a single cell tower within a fifty-mile radius. You're not going to get any luck.” He shrugs as he comes over to take a seat beside you.

You knew you should be frightened. After all, you could see the large gun strapped to his hip, and he didn't exactly look like the type of guy you bring home to meet your grandma. Still, you couldn't stop yourself from being a little curious as his bright blue eyes bore into yours.

"And why should I trust anything you have to say?"

"I'm god. I know everything." He leaned forward, and you felt his warm breath against your cheeks. “I know that you came into this town alone. I know that you don’t have a place to stay tonight. I know that you’ll be coming home with me, angel. Later on tonight, you’ll be worshipping this cock. I’ll be having you feel things you’ve never felt before.” Any curiosity you had felt previously was now turning to annoyance. There was no way you’d be going home with this so-called ‘god’. “In your dreams, asshole.” Your insult didn’t deter him. No, if anything it only seemed to cause him to want to prove his point even more. “There’s one more thing that I know. Have you felt your neck lately?” You quickly moved your fingers up to your neck and felt metal. “Feel that? That right there is power. If you don’t do as I say, 50,000 volts of electricity will be sent through your body. So, tell me… Who am I?”

“Goddamnit.”

#god the bounty hunter x reader #god the bounty hunter #ghosted movie #ghosted movie spoilers #ghosted spoilers

[thezombieprostitute]

Pen Pals

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty​ this is my second entry for the Bingo card combining “penpals” and “bounty hunter AU”. Reader is implied to be female (”spinster”) but no other descriptors. Possible Triggers/Warnings: mentions of stalking? Please let me know if I missed any.

Hello Hunter,

Hope you’re doing well and that your job isn’t running you ragged. How is that push for higher quality office coffee going? The library has been talking about joining up with a local coffee shop but, in looking over the paperwork, I really think it’s a no-go. Maybe we can do smaller events for the Summer Reading programs or something for the college kids that come home during Summer/Winter breaks. 

Thank you,

Y/N

Hello Y/N,

Once again I’m afraid I’ll have to switch up to sending you postcards. My work is having me do a lot of travel so I will be unable to receive your letters from the PO Box. But I do appreciate having someone to share my adventures with. The postcards are likely to be infrequent but I will write you a full letter when I’m back home and am able to receive your letters again.

Best,

Hunter

True to their word, Hunter sent you postcards and other notes from around the globe. You weren’t sure what he did for work, just that they told you “it’s a lot of waiting for something, then running around like mad when it happens.” Part of you enjoyed the postcard breaks, it gave you time to build up more stories to put into your letters. Goodness knows you don’t have a very interesting life. Just a boring spinster librarian at a small town library.

Pretty much the most exciting thing you’ve ever done was join up with the pen pal program, just looking for something to look forward to. Many other pen pals had come and gone, losing interest in the program entirely, but Hunter kept at it with you. For five years now, you’d been sharing stories, complaints, hopes and tastes. You appreciated the distance, it helped you feel safer to share a lot of these things. And the postcards made you feel a bit of a thrill, you knew someone who had gone to all of these places that you knew you’d never be able to visit. 

Seemingly too soon you received a letter from Hunter indicating he was home and looking forward to reading your letters again. You fretted for days because there was simply nothing to write about. Nothing interesting, no new people, no new programs. It was same-old-same-old. You got so caught up in having nothing to write about that it was almost a month before you finally thought about sending something. 

Hello Hunter,

I’m so sorry for the delay in getting back to you. I wish I could say it’s because I was caught up in work or something but the fact is, there’s simply nothing to write about. I’m so sorry but, I fear I’m simply getting to that part of life where nothing interesting ever happens. I may need to space out my letters more, possibly even stop writing at all for a while. There’s just nothing worth writing about going on here. 

Apologies,

Y/N

It’s been almost three weeks since you wrote to Hunter. You feared that you’d never hear from them again and were starting to mourn the loss of the one exciting thing in your life. You missed the postcards, the letters, the hints at a world outside of your small town. It’s not that you don’t like your life. It’s quiet, yes, but you live with dignity and kindness and that’s what matters. In another world you’d very much be a Hobbit, but with books instead of food; helping educate others, instead of cooking for them or making them tea. It’s not a bad life. 

So you allow yourself to mourn by treating yourself to some breakfast at the diner. It’s nice to have someone else make the food and coffee as you allow yourself to feel sad. 

As you sit in the booth, lost in thoughts, you hear someone cough. You look to the source of the noise and see a tall stranger with short, dark hair, a stubble covered chin and dark blue eyes that seem to carry a permanent sadness to them. 

“Can I help you,” you ask. You just can’t help it, it’s almost a reflex to ask whenever someone looks at you.

“You do help me, Y/N. You help me a lot more than you know.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I’m Hunter. May I sit with you?”

Your jaw drops and you try to say something, anything, but all you can think to do is gesture to the seat across from you. 

As he sits, he tells you, “I know you can’t verify it’s me just from me being a stranger who knows your name. So let me show you.” He pulls a binder out of his bag and opens it to you. It’s full of all of the letters you ever wrote to him. 

“I…I don’t…what’s going on,” you stammer.

“You said you were thinking of not writing again because you felt there was nothing to write about. I can’t have that,” he replied. His sad eyes growing more intense as he spoke. “I need this, need your letters, need your contact. My work is dangerous. I’m constantly looking over my shoulder. Writing to you calms me down, reading your letters helps me catch my breath. Please, don’t stop writing to me, Y/N.”

As you stared into his eyes you saw them brimming with sincerity. He was speaking to you in earnest and, while his intensity was almost overwhelming, you found yourself appreciating it. Trusting him. 

“You couldn’t have just written this,” you asked with a chuckle. 

“No,” he asserted. “I need you to know how important this is to me. I’m a bounty hunter who often sees the worst the world has to offer. I’m constantly on edge with no end in sight. You are the calm, quiet corner of my world that provides the only sort of stability I have.”

“Two things,” you quip. “One, you do realize how…scary this all sounds? Like a stalker/yandere kind of thing? And two, your name is Hunter and you’re a bounty hunter? This just adds to the potential scariness of the first thing, like you’ve been using a fake name with me or something.”

He blinks a few times. Clearly he wasn’t expecting this kind of response. He looks away for a bit and quietly says, “huh. I guess I didn’t think this through.”

The waitress brings out your breakfast at this point, looks at Hunter and asks, “Ooo! Y/N! Who’s your friend here?” You bite back a “not now” response, knowing that no matter what you say it’ll be all the gossip in town for the next month at least. So you reply with a simple truth, “he’s a friend of mine from out of town who’s just passing through.” You turn to Hunter and say, “order whatever you want for breakfast, I’ll cover it.”

“No, thank you,” he shakes his head. “I don’t eat before 8 AM.” The waitress looks a bit confused, but is clearly happy to have the start of some gossip for her later customers. She nods and walks away with a quiet, “enjoy your meal, Y/N.”

You nibble at your food as you each contemplate what to say next. 

“Let me start again,” he said slowly, not looking directly at you. “I think I panicked because I don’t want to lose this connection, this life line.” You nod in understanding as you take another bite. “You are right, that my name isn’t Hunter. It’s actually a name I chose based on my moniker because my real name is kept secret for good reason. I joined up with the pen pal program to get some information on one of my targets and that’s how you and I started writing. You weren’t the target,” he assured when he saw the surprise on your face. “Nor was it anyone you knew. It was completely by accident. But, I found myself really enjoying the peacefulness of your letters. The simple joys of trying a new recipe, or a new kid joining the story group, and just…It helped me slow down when all I knew was how to rush.”

“I was scared to write,” you confessed. “I know my life isn’t boring to so many people. I like it, but I know it’s not for everyone. So I just…I think I just stopped thinking of things to write because I got the feeling I was repeating myself and you’d get tired of hearing from me.” He turns sharply to look at you and you continue, “you wouldn’t be the first.”

“Give me their names and I’ll hunt them down for you.” You chuckle at that, getting the sense that he’s being completely serious.

“There’s no need for that,” you promise. “I’ve just never had a friendship last so long and I think it scared me. I’m sorry you had to feel the brunt of that, I honestly didn’t think you’d care. But now I know better.” You reach out a hand towards his, “is it okay if I hold your hand?” He nods and you gently clasp his hand and smile. “I promise, I will continue to write. I’m genuinely sorry that I scared you.”

Hunter nods and packs up the binder of letters. He moves to leave but you stop him, “I have to know either your name or your moniker that created the name that I know.” He froze for a second before looking you in the eyes and telling you, “God the Bounty Hunter.” You raise an eyebrow and he continues, “it’s because every time I showed up the target would say something along the lines of, ‘oh god it’s the bounty hunter’. Eventually it just got shortened and caught on.”

“Well,” you smiled, “that’s certainly not what I expected. But, I promise not to make fun of you for it.” He smiled at that and headed out.

Hi Hunter,

So I’ve been trying my hand at growing plants again, I’ll make sure to keep you updated on that but please don’t hold your breath. I’m horrible at growing plants, even with all the resources the library has to offer! Though it might be fun to create a seed library. I’ll have to look into that.

I want to thank you, again, for your visit. I’ve actually found it much easier to try some new things. New recipes, new shows, new teas. Nothing big, of course, I don’t need much. I think it’s because I have someone who’s excited to hear about these things. Doing things for me is nice, but it’s so much more when you have someone who wants to hear about them as well. Thank you for being such a good friend.

Thank you,

Y/N

#platonic!god the bounty hunter x reader #god the bounty hunter x reader #navy and roo's sleepover #god the bounty hunter fluff #platonic!god the bounty hunter

[myfanficlibraries]

God the Bounty Hunter

1) Call Out to Me by @mickeyhenrys       Smut

2) Gentle Sin by @navybrat817       Smut

3) God and His Angel by @navybrat817       Smut

4) God Mode by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor       Dark       Smut

5) He Knows Everything by @mickeyhenrys       Dark

6) In Another Universe by @onceuponastory

7) Unholy Errand by @buckets-and-trees       Dark       Featuring Lloyd Hansen and Ransom Drysdale       Smut      

#god the bounty hunter #god the bounty hunter x reader #dark!god the bounty hunter #god the bounty hunter smut #god the bounty hunter master list #god the bounty hunter masterlist

[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

#navybrat writes #god the bounty hunter x reader #god the bounty hunter x female reader #god the bounty hunter x you #god the bounty hunter x y/n #god the bounty hunter #god the bounty hunter fanfiction #god the bounty hunter imagine #ghosted spoilers #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you #god and his angel

[buckets-and-trees]

Forest of Fics [masterlist]

latest

It Fit Too Right [690] soft!dark Nomad!Steve x female!reader | smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

NEXT GEN

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

#james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #captain america #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky smut #god the bounty hunter #lloyd hansen #god the bounty hunter fanfiction

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Walking on Sunshine 3

Sister series to Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Warnings: non/dubcon, antisocial behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: God The Bounty Hunter x reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I��m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You stare at the muffin, pondering it as if it holds the meaning of life. Where did it come from? Who could know of your secret longing? Or could it be a lucky guess?

Surely, it isn’t your prospective friend from the break room. Too fast, despite your hopes. You really can’t figure who would do this. As far as you know, you’re more of a name on a roster than an actual person in this office. That grumpy goth guy made that clear on your first day when he ran diagnostics on your machine.

You huff. Do you let temptation take over? A muffin, that’s a nice gesture, but it could also be a trap. Maybe your seat neighbour is trying to poison you for all your squeaking. The cinnamon makes your mouth water and you put the crumbly dessert back in the bag.

You put it in the corner of your desk and try to ignore it. There it is, taunting you with its deliciousness. You really should have eaten something. Now your stomach is growling at you angrily.

You sip your hot chocolate to suppress the cravings. You click and tap keys and zone out as you go through the usual corporate monotony. You feel like a robot just going through the motions. The same thing over and over.

You sit up and rub your eyes, leaning back so your chair squeaks, so high it hurts your ears. Ugh, curse this chair. But don’t really, it’s cursed enough.

Your neighbour mutters and makes a noise as if to mimic your chair. You whisper an apology. You drop your hands and a dark shape above the wall of your cubicle catches your attention. Your eyes round as they meet two others, vibrantly blue but dark at the same time.

It’s that man again. He just sits there, watching you. He peels the wrapper away from a muffin and pinches away a piece of the top. He’s expressionless as he puts it between his lips. He lets his fingers drag slightly as he seals his mouth and chews, still watching you.

Your mouth falls open and you look at the paper bag then back to him. His brows twitch just a little. Oh, wow. That’s strange. Who is this man and why is he so quiet and mysterious? You wheel your chair out slowly, careful not to make too much noise. You stand but hit the desk with your hip, jolting your cubicle and the next.

“I swear…” the slither rolls from your neighbours tight throat.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you look over as your neighbour hunches down but doesn’t acknowledge you further. Maybe you could be relocated.

You look up and the man is gone. What? How? He’s like a ghost. Are you imagining him? Are you cracking from this office purgatory and blacking out to buy sweet desserts? What’s real and what’s not? That’s a question better left to Descartes.

You sit back down and reach for your cup. There’s nothing that can be cured with sugary goodness. And there’s some things that can’t be forgotten, like that muffin and its sinister aura.

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The muffin stays in its habitat. You let the sugar crumble fester, fighting not to let the cinnamon tempt you to err. Your work is made even more tedious by the paper bag sat not far from your mouse. Tear up the planks! It is the beating of his hideous heart!

Not exactly a Poe horror, only a muffin. You sigh as you log out for the day, packing up slowly as you ponder the weight of a single baked good. Your desk neighbour is gone swiftly, striding off with another mutter. They can’t even be happy about quitting time.

You pull your jacket on and sling your bag on your shoulder. One last look at the paper bag. You don’t have the heart to dump it in the bin. It’s a problem for tomorrow, another line on the list.

You take the stairs like you always do. The elevator is too crowded for you. It lurches terribly and gives you vertigo. Besides, you sit at a desk all day, you need to stretch your legs.

You get to the bottom floor and pop your earbuds in. Time to finish the saga of the tragic marriage. Your walk home isn’t far. It’s depressingly close. It feels like your entire life revolves around the soulless office building.

You tuck your hands into your pocket and dip your chin down. The narrator’s voice fills your ears, blocking out the impatient honking of rush hour and the noise of pedestrians shuffling by. You stop at the light, waiting for it to change.

A figure comes up next to you. You inch away, giving them space. They get closer. You stare ahead of you, your neck hot as the shadow hovers over you. The light changes but before you can set across the street, a paper bag greets you and has you stepping back.

You gasp and reach for your earbuds, turning to face the man as he holds out the paper bag. It’s him! The office ghost. He’s real!

“Oh, uh, it was… you?” You eke out as he says nothing. “Um…” you look back to the bag, almost crosseyed for how close he holds it. “That’s so kind of you but I don’t know if I should.”

He blinks and his brow ripples. He looks at the paper bag quizzically then at you. You flinch as he steps closer, reaching for you. You’re frozen in shock as he takes your wrist and turns your hand up. He places the bag firmly against your palm. You close your fingers around the bottom of the bag so it crinkles.

He lets you go, a curt nod before he brushes by you, leaving you speechless and confused as he marches down the perpendicular lane. You turn to watch his broad shoulders stalk down the pavement, oblivious to those who sidle out of his way. You adjust your grasp on the muffin as your mind races.

The mystery of the muffin is cracked but a million more questions flurry in your head. You don't even know his name.

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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

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#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

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 149 & 150

Welcome to Week 149 & 150

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Mine Part 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​

Protecting What's His - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Secrets chp 14 - (Steve x OFC, Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan​

Bucky oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

Starving, Darling - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Rule Number One - (Bucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky One shot - @angrythingstarlight

A fallen crush - (Steve x Reader) - @biteofcherry

Not my world part Il - (Steve x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Two kings (10) - FIN of Arc 1 - @holylulusworld

A Vampire's Kiss - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

All Access - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Slow - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Dog Tags - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Our psychos break the new toy in - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

You Get What You Pay For - (God the Bounty Hunter x Reader) - @navybrat817

Wild Kitten (10) - @holylulusworld

A hard world - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Secrets Chapter 15 - (Steve x ofc, Brock x ofc) - @nekoannie-chan

Delectable Discipline - (Steve x Reader x Lloyd) - @labella420

Terms and Conditions - Keep the Change - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817

3 Billion Divorce - My Dear Wife - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Collared part 15 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

I wish it wasn't true - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Visible Mark - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @navybrat817

Digital Bath - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

A Kiss to Remember - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 2 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Signals - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

His Inheritance - Part 19 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x ofc #brock rumlow x ofc #lloyd hansen x reader #curtis everett x reader #dean winchester x reader #god the bounty hunter x reader #mr freezy x reader #stucky x reader