๐"Temporary Custody"
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky
Word Count: 4861
Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange
Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.
Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, mental illness, and alcohol abuse.
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11. Palmiers
Bucky
Because heโs on the far end of the spectrum, Buckyโs sex drive is affected by his condition. He wakes up hard almost every morning of his life, and Steve doesnโt need much encouragement to get himself worked up into the same state very quickly. Mutual morning jerk offs were always bound to become part of their routine.
They take a shower and stand toe to toe, hands sliding and groping all over each othersโ slick bodies, pulling on their cocks until both of them are shooting off against each otherโs bellies. The water washes it away, and Steve gives him a deep, happy kiss. โMmm. Morninโ.โ
โBlegch. Go brush your teeth, you heathen.โ
Steve laughs and gets out of the shower. Bucky stays in for a few minutes longer, adjusting the spray to its hardest setting and letting the hot water beat down on his back and shoulders. He sighs and stretches his neck this way and that, trying to get his vertebrae to pop, but his muscles are all too tight, and the stretching just seems to make it worse. Bucky drops his head in defeat. In all honesty, his shoulders and neck and back are all pretty fucked after months of near-constant use of his prosthetic.
Steveโs right: he doesnโt usually wear it this much. And heโs also right that Buckyโs been wearing it all day every day because he wants to feel powerful and able bodied in front of Mary. As per usual, Steve is the first one to have noticed what maladaptive behavior pattern heโs doing and why, and pointed it out to him. It really is for the best, Bucky knows. Because he canโt sustain wearing the arm all the time anymore. The thing is just too damn heavy.
The engineers who designed it have made tweaks and adjustments over the years. Theyโve done all they can to lighten the load as much as possible, but the thing still weighs over twenty pounds. Twenty pounds doesnโt sound like much, but when itโs pulling on the same muscle groups day in and day out, everything in Buckyโs body winds up getting strained and unbalanced. He understands better now, how women fuck up their necks so badly from shouldering their purses (or their tits) around. A little bit of weight makes a big difference.
As a Dom, Bucky may have a tiny problem admitting when he needs help. He has to be in quite a bit of pain, trouble, or both, before heโll ever speak up and allow himself to be vulnerable like that. Itโs an inherent behavior that shrinks have been trying to therapize and medicate out of him since he was a kid, but nothing ever changed it much. Falling in love with Steve helped; Bucky can let himself be more vulnerable around him. But even still, itโs no small thing that he regularly approaches his husband to ask for help in getting his arm back on correctly (Bucky can do it, but itโs a pain in the ass, getting the mechanism lined up just right before itโll take).ย
He gets out of the shower and dries off, then approaches Steve with the prosthesis. โGimme a hand?โย
Steve makes a cheerful noise of acknowledgement around his mouthful of toothpaste, spits and rinses, then takes the arm from Bucky. He lines it up just so, and then Bucky feels the deep shudder of the armโs inner workings coming to life as they recognize their mate. The arm attaches and Steve lets go.ย
โThanks babe.โ
โUh huh.โย
Itโs as Buckyโs bending over and pulling up his underwear and joggers that a spasm runs through his back and he cries out in a pained, โAh!โ
โBabe? Whatโs wrong?โ
Gritting his teeth, Bucky slowly stands back up. Heโs able to get his pants up, but when he tests the movement of his neck and shoulders, the pain flares again. It feels like everything between the base of his skull and his mid back is seizing up. โFuck,โ he hisses, frustrated. Itโs his day off. Heโd been planning to go to the gym for his long workout.ย
Steve steps up and puts a worried hand on his left shoulder. โBabe? Do you need it off?โย
โNo. I need some painkillers and a magnesium tablet,โ he grunts, already turning around (full body, because turning his head is a bad idea right now). โFuck.โ He starts off for the kitchen.ย
Steve follows along with worried protests, telling him to lay his โstubborn assโ down and heโll get it for him. Bucky ignores him and goes to the kitchen cabinet where they keep their supplement stuff. He winds up yelling again when he tries to reach up and grab the ibuprofen. โFuck!โ he says angrily.
โBabe, I said to let me do it,โ Steve scolds, his hand back on Buckyโs shoulder. โAnd let me take this off. Itโs hurting you.โ
โSteve, back off,โ he snaps, angry and waspish from being in pain, and from being frustrated with his own goddamn body.ย
โWhatโs going on?โย
Bucky turns his head without thinking, hisses in pain, and then turns himself full-body to face in Maryโs direction. Sheโs standing there looking at the two of them in concern, one hand holding one of those swirly, flaky, crack-cookies that she makes, and the other holding a cup of tea. Her eyes widen at the sight of Buckyโs arm and body, reminding him that this is the first time sheโs seen him without a shirt on. โNothinโ,โ Bucky grunts.
โShit,โ she says. โAre you guys fighting? Is this a couplesโ fight? Iโll just โฆโ She turns to leave back towards her room.
โWeโre not fighting,โ Steve says. โBuckโs just being an ass. He gets that way when heโs in pain.โ
Bucky would turn his head to glare at him, but it isnโt worth another flair of agony in his shoulder. โIโm fine,โ he says, when Mary comes back over. โItโs fine,โ he stresses. He opens the pill bottle and dumps three capsules into his palm. โJeez, will everybody stop babying me? I just need a glass of water.โย
โIโll get it,โ Steve says, causing Bucky to huff once again. โDonโt be a jerk, babe.โ
โWhy are you in pain?โ Mary asks, her eyes tracing all over the left side of Buckyโs scarred up body. โIs it โฆ does your arm hurt?โย
โNo. It just fucks up my muscles, sometimes.โ
โYour muscles?โ
Bucky sighs impatiently. โSteve, do you know where the heating pad is?โ
โIโll have to look.โ Steve has returned with a glass of water, and Bucky tosses back the handful of pills, wincing at how even the slight motion of raising his arm up makes his trap twinge in protest. โUgh.โย
โYou should get a massage,โ Mary suggests, and Bucky fights not to lash out at her. She doesnโt know that one of his biggest pet peeves in life is having other people tell him what he โshouldโ do.
โMy PT maxed out back in October,โ he tells her. โDoesnโt renew again till January.โ
Steve takes the water glass from him once heโs done. โGo lie face down on the bed,โ he murmurs. โIโll find the heating pad.โ
โWell I could do it,โ Mary blurts out. Both Bucky and Steve pause and look at her. She looks surprised, too, as though she hadnโt been planning to say the words until they were out of her mouth, and now doesnโt know how to continue๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ โUm, that is ..." she gestures weakly with her cookie. โI just meant I know how to, if you wanted.โ Eventually her cheeks color and she looks away. โErm, Nevermind.โ
โWait,โ Steve says. When Mary turns back, heโs looking at her earnestly, and Bucky thinks, Oh no. โYou know how to give a back massage? Like a real one?โ
โYeah. My, ah, my ex always had neck problems, so.โ She shrugs, looking embarrassed. โI took a class at the community college, learned the basics.โ
Bucky blinks. Thatโs the subbiest fucking thing heโs ever heard. โYou did this for the husband that beat you?โ he drawls, immediately regretting it because it comes out sounding way more derogatory than he intends it to. โSorry. I just โฆ actually would pay good money for a massage right now. If you know how to do it.โย
Mary bites her lip, looking deliciously shy and sweet. Buckyโs mood sours as he realizes that she doesnโt really want to. Heโs about to let her off the hook, but then some unconscious movement he makes without meaning to has him flinching in pain again. โSheezus,โ he complains.ย
โItโs not usually this bad,โ Steve worries.
โI mustโa slept on it wrong.โ
Mary nods, as if this settles it. โOkay. Well, go in the bedroom and tie your hair up so it's out of the way.โ She turns to Steve, all but dismissing Bucky now that sheโs got a task to complete. Bucky fights back an amused smirk as he heads towards the bedroom, and he hears Mary bossing Steve around, telling him she needs dry oil, the heating pad, towels, and all the seat cushions off the couch.ย
The fuck does she need those for? Bucky thinks as he pads back into his and Steveโs room.
He finds out a moment later, when Mary and Steve come in with a couch cushion each, and Steve goes back out to get another. They lay them in a line on the bed, and Mary directs Bucky to lie on top of them, with his body placed just so and his face down just there, and โฆ Oh. He gets it.
Sheโs left space between the cushion under Buckyโs chest, and the next cushion up, which supports his forehead. The gap creates a drop through for his faceโlike a massage table. And when she shapes the towel into a donut shape and sticks it there, it's pretty much perfect.
โOh,โ Bucky says, as heโs settling into place. โOh, thatโs actually really smart.โ He canโt see Mary from his position, but somehow he senses her preening over the praise anyway. Steve returns from the bathroom with the heating pad and oil. โFound this stuffed in the back of the linen closet. I donโt know what โjojobaโ is, but, um โฆ itโs either that or the virgin olive out in the pantry.โ
โDo not use that,โ Bucky grumbles. โShitโs expensive, and I donโt wanna smell like garlic truffle for the next three days.โ
โThatโll work fine.โ Mary is totally task focused, ignoring Buckyโs surliness and telling Steve to apply the heating pad across Buckyโs shoulders and neck for thirty minutes before they get started.
โThirty minutes?!โ Bucky complains, unable to see anything but the top of the bedcovers as the two of them go out into the hallway.ย
โJust relax, Babe,โ Steve says (and if Bucky isnโt mistaken, he sounds amused). โTake a nap.โ
โI just woke up!โ He scoffs at the bedspread when the door quietly โsnicksโ shut and he realizes that heโs been abandoned. โWell okay then,โ he mutters petulantly. Steve is right: he does turn into an ass when heโs in pain. Hmm. Maybe he should work on that.
Steve
Steve turns the tv onto a low volume so they can talk without Bucky hearing. โSorry about him,โ he says. โHeโs a humongous jerk whenever heโs feeling crummy.โ
โYou mean itโs not just all the time?โ Mary drawls.
โHeโs โฆ just one of those people you have to learn to love before you like them.โ Mary raises an eyebrow, and Steve winces. โEr, that sounded harsh. Donโt tell him I said that.โ
She twists her lips and looks down. โYour secretโs safe with me.โย
โThanks, Hon. You want more tea?โย
โYes please. Thereโs more of the palmiers in a baggie next to the coffee pot, if you want any.โย
โHeck yeah, I love those things.โ Steve had thought the prepackaged ones at Starbucks were good, hadnโt even realized that they werenโt supposed to be all stale and hard like that. Just another commercialized pastry that Maryโs gone and ruined him for. He goes into the kitchen and makes himself coffee and Mary tea, knowing by now how she takes it.
She thanks him silently as he returns and joins her on the couch, both of them sitting close to one another on the chaise, since itโs the only part of the couch that still has its cushion.
"Palmier is French. Know what else they call these?" Mary asks.
Steve's lips quirk. Mary's always got these little facts she knows about the origins of this pastry or that. It's cute. Endearing. "No," he plays along. "What?"
"Elephant ears, because of the shape, see?"
"Oh yeah. Huh. That's neat."
She goes back to eating and sipping at her teacup, and after a moment of unrequited, affectionate staring, Steve looks away. "Elephant ears," he murmurs, trying not to be mopey. "That's funny."
They split the palmiers between them, and aside from the sounds of them munching cookies and sipping their drinks, itโs quiet for a long time. Steve made both the tea and the coffee very hot, so they at least have the excuse of cradling and blowing on their steaming mugs to keep the silence from being too awkward. Mary keeps her eyes trained forward, but Steve gets the sense that she isnโt really paying attention to the home renovation program thatโs playing on the tv. His suspicions are confirmed when she eventually asks,
โSo: His arm.โ
Steve inhales slowly. โYeah. His arm.โ
โWhat happened?โ
Steve frowns. He can tell by her inflection that sheโs asking not just about the arm, but about the state of Buckyโs entire left side from shoulder to hip. โWe were in the army,โ he confides. โDeployed overseas. I made captain young, but he was a specialist in the field: a sniper. So I wasnโt put into the same types of situations as he was. His convoy got blown up by an IED. And when the dust settled โฆโ He shrugs. โNo more arm.โ
โOh.โ Mary sits there and absorbs that information. โI guess I kind of figured it was something like that. I mean what else is there, besides like, a shark attack or something?โ
Steveโs mouth twitches. Shark attack, ha. Heโll have to suggest that one to Buck. Might be fun to lie about, the next time a stranger asks. โNaw, just a boring old bomb. And afterwards, well. It was a long road for him, after. He didnโt have the arm when I met him.โ
Mary turns her head, surprised. โOh. You two didnโt meet in the army?โ
โNo, after. I met him at the V.A., when he was already angry, hurt, and didnโt want to be where he was.โ Steve looks over and gives her a meaningful look. โKind of like when I first met you.โย
Her eyes widen, and then her face colors and she looks away again, pulling her knees up and hunkering over her mug. โWas I really that bad?โ she mumbles.
โ... You were pretty bad, Honey.โ
She frowns and doesnโt say anything, and Steve decides to leave it alone. โSo yeah, his arm. He got into a program for experimental cybernetics. It was a big gamble. Back then, he still had his arm down to nearly the elbow, which meant he could use a lot of the different types of prostheses they had on the market. The less arm you have, the less they can do for you. The surgeries for the implant required removal all the way up to and including his left shoulder blade. So if he went through with it and the procedures didnโt work out, heโd be left with less function than he started with.โ
โJeez.โ
โHm, yeah. It was a risk.โ Steve stares across the living room as he remembers all of the hospital stays and surgeries and revisions and therapy appointments. โLuckily it worked out. They replaced some bones with metal supports, some of his natural muscle with enhanced synthetic tissue. His body didnโt reject any of the junk they were putting in him, which was the biggest worry. All in all, it took five surgeries over the course of three years, and then a shit ton of physiotherapy. Buck says it was worth it, now, but it wasnโt a walk in the park when it was happening, Iโll tell you that.โ
Beside him, Mary makes a sad little noise in her throat. โBut โฆ all that and it still gives him pain?โ
โYeah. He gets PT for it, but like he said; it never winds up lasting the full year. I force him to my veterans' support group when I can, but heโs gotta be in a really charitable mood for that.โ Steve snorts humorlessly. โHeโs always hated being disabled. It doesnโt jive with his DPD. You know that stereotype about men: never wanting to stop and ask for directions?โย
โYeah.โ
"Well it's true. And then you take a guy whoโs as far on the spectrum as Bucky is, and itโs ten times worse.โ He widens his eyes in emphasis and gets a little giggle out of Mary for it, which makes him warm with pride. He pulls his feet up onto the couch next to Maryโs and nudges her knee with his. โJust fair warning: Heโs the worst patient Iโve ever seen. So donโt take it personally if heโs grumpy at you in there.โ
Mary frowns and looks away. โWell, I mean I donโt have to do this. If he doesnโt want to.โ
โPretty sure he wants to. And he needs help with it, whether his stubborn ass wants to admit it or not.โ
She nods, though she still doesnโt look confident. โItโs been over a year since I worked on anybody โฆโ
โWell then thisโll be good practice for you, wonโt it?โ Steve nudges her again in encouragement and tells her to finish up her tea: He doesnโt expect Buckyโll lie around patiently for much longer.
(โOh, and Hon, maybe donโt tell him we were out here talking about him this whole time.โ)
(โDuh.โ)
In the bedroom, Mary climbs onto the bed next to where Bucky is laid out on the couch cushions. She takes the heating pad off his neck and puts it aside, looking nervously over the broad expanse of his back. โUm โฆโ She reaches for the oil bottle and pumps some into her hands. She spends a long, long time just spreading it between her hands and staring at Bucky, until finally he snaps,
โWhatโs the holdup?โย
โBabe, be nice,โ Steve warns. โMary? You need anything?โ
โUm, no. Itโs just โฆ usually I'd ..." She makes an aborted move, like she's thinking about repositioning herself, but winds up staying where she is. "Right," she mutters to herself. "This'll work fine." She reaches forward like sheโll start rubbing Buckyโs back, hesitates, shuffles closer to his side, then sets her hands on his shoulders.
Bucky doesnโt so much as twitch, but heโs not used to new people touching him, and Steve would bet money that his eyes are clenched shut right now.
โOkay,โ Mary warns. โI havenโt done this in awhile, so donโt get your hopes up for a miracle or anything.โ
โAnythingโll be better than what I can do myself,โ Bucky says gruffly, voice somewhat muffled by the cushions. โJust go to town. You canโt hurt me any worse.โ
Steve can see Maryโs face, and he knows by now what she looks like when sheโs flustered. Awkwardly, he steps to the side, heading for the door. โIโll just go watch someโโ
โNo!โ Mary squeaks, and when Steve turns back around sheโs looking at him with wide eyes. โDonโt leave,โ she says, like being left alone touching Bucky is the worst possible thing that could happen. Steve doesnโt miss how the muscles in Buckyโs arms do tense at hearing her plead for Steve to stay.ย
โUhm, okay. Iโll just โฆ be over here.โ He leans back against the dresser, feeling almost painfully awkward. Once again, heโs reminded how Mary has shown absolutely no desire to engage in sexual contact with them. He hopes she doesnโt think this is a ploy to force physical contact. She was the one who suggested it, after all.
She starts at the base of Buckyโs skull, rubbing her thumbs in small circles. โAs I go along, try to tell me which areas feel the worst,โ she murmurs, and Bucky hums in acknowledgement. Steve watches as she pushes and circles and kneads Buckyโs neck, working down on into his shoulders. Heโs struck by how feminine and tiny her hands look against Buckyโs body โฆ and then has to steer his mind away from the thought of how tiny they might look in other places.
โAh, fuck,โ Bucky gasps, when she reaches a certain spot on the left side of his neck.
She freezes. โBad?โย
โNngh. Good,โ he slurs. โThat whole area from there goinโ down into my back โn all around my shoulder blade is where itโs worst.โ
โOkay.โ She tentatively presses around in and around the left side of his neck and shoulder. โOh, yeah. It starts right here and goes down.โ She slides her hand down the muscle and hums. โOh, I can feel it.โ
(Steve tries really hard not to think sexual thoughts.)
โRiiight here? and โฆ here?"
Between the cushions, Buckyโs voice comes out in a series of garbled moans.
โThatโd be a yes,โ Steve interprets, and Mary actually shoots him a grin at that. Glad to have cut the tension a bit, he dares to take a few steps closer to the bed. He peers down at what Maryโs doing, the way her fingers dig in at sharp, focused points in some places and rub more gently in others. โItโs your trap thatโs the worst,โ she mutters distractedly, feeling around with her hands and staring off into space with the tip of her tongue poking out at the corner of her mouth. Itโs cute. โMmm, but probably your levator scapulae, too. Those tend to get fucked up hand in hand.โ
โMmrr.โ
โAnd here: your rhomboid.โ
โOoh!โ
โTender?โย
โShuyeahhh,โ Bucky grunts, then his breath hitches when she digs into another spot. โOh, yep yep right there. Wasโthat?โ
Steve canโt help but grin. Bucky sounds like heโs drooling at this point.
โYour trapezius muscle. It's big. Does a lot of work, covers a large area. Probably the main offender.โ Mary hums and feels around a little more. โOof, yeah. Youโve got a whole bunch of tension right here.โ
โYou can feel it?โ Steve asks, fascinated.ย He can't see anything.
โYeah. Here, gimme your hand.โ Steve is taken aback when she grabs his hand and guides his fingers into place, her own smaller hand pressing down. โRiiight there. You feel it?โ
Steve swallows thickly. โAh, yeah.โ His eyes flick from her hand on his hand on Buckyโs back, up to her face, and back again before she can catch him looking. โY-yeah itโs hard.โ He grimaces at his choice of words (If he's not careful, "it" soon will be).
โIโm gonna focus on this one for a few minutes,โ Mary tells Bucky. Then you can guide me around to the other bad spots.โ
โSounds good,โ he slurs. Steve is about to take a step back again, but then Bucky calls out, โHey Babe?โ
โYeah?โ
โPay attention to what sheโs doinโ. It feels really fuckinโ good.โย
โYeah?โย
โMmhm. You can learn n' do it next time,โ he says dreamily. On his back, Maryโs hands still for the briefest of seconds. โSโgoood.โ
Steve nods and comes back to sit on the bed. โOkay,โ he agrees, scooting in close and glancing at Mary. Her face looks pinched all of a sudden, her expression stiffened as if in annoyance. โI promise Iโm not as dumb as I look,โ he jokes, and watches as her face smooths out and she smiles a little.
โOh! Oh no itโs โฆ itโs okay, I donโt mind. Iโll teach you how.โ
โDonโt mind me, mโjust a teaching tool,โ Bucky drawls, and Steve laughs and pats his shoulder.ย
โYeah you are. So shut up and let her teach.โ
Bucky grunts and shuts up. Steve looks to Mary for instruction. He can tell sheโs uncomfortable, but she manages to hide it well and keep herself on track. The more he pays attention, the sooner she can get herself out of this and never have to do it again. โReady to learn,โ he tells her.
โNow when youโre doing this, you can get more leverage if you straddle his waist.โ She says this like itโs a foregone assumption that she would never dare to sit on Buckyโs waist, and Steve is sure she doesnโt notice the grumpy huff of breath Bucky gives.
โRight,โ Steve says, pained. โOkay, so where are the bad spots again?โ
โPut your hand here.โ She takes his hand again and places it just to the left of Buckyโs spine at the level of his shoulder blade. โSlide your fingers out. There. Feel that difference? Feel how it changes when you move out to just โฆ there?โ She guides his fingers, and Steve nods.ย
โY-yeah.โ Mostly, heโs just thinking about how nice Maryโs warm, oiled, tiny hand feels guiding his hand around. โYeah.โ
โThe trapโs on top, but there are other muscles underneath of this one, and that differentiation you feel is where the rhomboid is ending and theโโ
She keeps talking, and Steve tries to pay attention and learn, he really does. But his mind is a veritable sieve, for how well he retains the information. Itโs all in one ear and out the other, ninety percent of his attention stuck on Maryโs hands on him, guiding him, pressing on his fingers and gliding his touch over Buckyโs skin. Fuck, how did they wind up here?ย
Eventually, having taught Steve the basics, Mary lets him go and works on Buckyโs shoulders for a little while more. For the most part itโs quiet, with Bucky making soft grunts of pain whenever she finds a new cluster of knotted muscle, and sighs of relief once she works them out.ย
Her hands linger on Buckyโs mid back when sheโs done. She doesnโt seem to know what to do. โErm. Okay. I think โฆ I think thatโs it.โ
When neither Bucky nor Steve says anything, she retreats on her own, getting off the bed and looking between Buckyโs prone form and Steveโs sorrowful expression. โSo, kay. You can get up, if you want. Just move slowly.โ
Buckyโs right hand gives her the thumbs up symbol, but the entire rest of his body doesnโt move. โThanks Mare. Just give us a second. That was really good. Thank you. Thanks for teaching Steve.โ
Itโs the โThanks for teaching Steveโ that seems to do it. Maryโs expression firms up and she nods curtly, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. Steve stays sitting on the bed next to Bucky in silence for a long minute, then says knowingly, โGot a boner?โ
โYep.โ
*This chapter would've had the "breaking point," but I don't like to post chapters of more than 4-5000 wordcounts on Tumblr. So the next part will be up in a bit once I fine tune and add to it.
**And to anyone who's only ever had store bought, pre-packaged palmiers: I'm so sorry. Along with Madeleines, those should never be eaten more than a few hours max after they've been baked.
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RELATIONSHIPS/PAIRINGS; Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)
CHARACTERS; Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs)
ADDITIONAL TAGS; Drunken Shenanigans, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Murder, Protective Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Female Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Female Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Female Dazai Osamu & Female Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Heavy Drinking, Dazai Osamu Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Soft Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), July Break Bingo, July Break Bingo 2023, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Hurt/Comfort, Any Fandom Goes Bingo, Any Fandom Angst Bingo, Any Fandom Dark Bingo, Genderbending, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, (OH AND THE NON-CON IS NOT BETWEEN DAZAI AND CHUUYA!)
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BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO PROMPTS || @badthingshappenbingo
- Attempted Rape
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- Homicidal Tendencies (by Chuuya)
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Hail Hydra - Chapter Fourteen
Bucky finds out what it is to be a part of Zolaโs experiment, and is marked as Hydraโs property.
Prompts fulfilled;
- โApocalypse Cultโ โ @multifandom-flash (Beehive);
- โTattooing Over a Scarโ โ Winter Wonderland Bingo @seasonaldelightsbingo ; BLACKOUT! (with alts XD)
- โSay Please.โ โ @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition);
- โDisturbing a Graveโ โ @halloweenhorrorbingo;
- โExposureโ โ @badthingshappenbingo;
- โEternal Agonyโ โ @fnafbingo;
โYou Broke the Rules. And Now You Gotta Pay.โ โ @anyfandomdarkbingo.
CW: Death of an unknown character, corpses, non-con body modification, sexual assault.
Boards at the bottom. Check it out below, or on AO3 here!
Dividers by @atlasscrumpit
By the time Zola came to see me the following day, I was already sat upright on the edge of my bed, fist curled loosely in my lap.
โAh, up already, I see!โ His tone was upbeat and jovial, but I simply raised my head to stare at him blankly, devoid of any emotion. โI expect youโre excited to get underway with your training.โ A simple nod, and I stood, not bothering to point out that it was, in fact, the never-ending ache radiating from tailbone to navel that had kept me awake. โItโs going to take me a short while to make your arm. In the meantime, we have a job for you.โ He handed me a chunk of bread, and I bit into it without enthusiasm, the dry wheat clinging to my tongue as I followed him through the halls.
The machine set up before me was distantly familiar, and a spike of fear shot through me at the memory of a pattern of bruises across cheekbone and forehead where the restraints had dug into my skin, holding me fast as convulsions wracked my body.
But this time the seat was occupied by another โ one who looked significantly worse than I did after my time in the chair.
โWhat is this?โ I breathed, inching closer uncertainly, taking in the slack jaw and soured complexion, heightened hearing straining for any sign of a heartbeat.
โAnother failed experiment,โ Zola replied dismissively, waving a hand. โGet him out. The soldiers will show you where to dispose of him.โ
I fumbled with the contraption until one of the two soldiers standing guard sighed in frustration, leaning closer to press a button, the deceased manโs head falling forward with macabre reminiscence of a marionette with severed strings. Biting back fury and nausea at touching the cooling skin, I freed his limbs form their loosened shackles and draped him carefully over my shoulder.
Inanimate fingertips sent a shiver through me as they brushed my lower back, swaying with the motion of my steps as I followed my guard down the endless, twisting corridors.
He paused beside a heavy door, and we trembled in unison at the bitterly cold wind that swirled around us when he cracked it open.
โIโm not going out there,โ he muttered, eyeing the flakes flowing readily through the gap and picking up a shovel to press it into my hand. โFind a spot. Dig a hole. Drop him in. Make sure you cover it over, else thereโll be wolves and bears and all sorts hanging around. Iโd hate to have to find something else to feed them to draw them away,โ he added pointedly. I simply nodded, skin erupting in goosebumps as he opened the door wider and pushed me out.
The snow piled into my boots with the first step, freezing my toes and soaking the thin socks Iโd been provided with. I struggled on through the knee-high drifts, almost floundering under the uneven weight of my load and the lack of hands available to hold both shovel and corpse.
Perhaps a hundred yards from the facility, I came to a stop beside a rocky outcrop offering a relatively sheltered spot at which to dig. Pausing, I looked up, peering through the swirling snow. Even with my enhanced eyes, I could barely make out any details of the building โ it was unlikely I could be seen by anyone attempting to watch me.
Glancing in the other direction, I gazed out over the blank emptiness, a barely-perceptible, soft haze in the distance the only indication of any break in the endless tundra โ a copse of trees, perhaps, or the beginning of an attempt at civilization in this frozen wasteland?
I could run.
I might get shot before I get fifty yards, but at least Iโd die out here, as a free man. Not in the endless, eternal agony of being their lab rat, their attack dog on a chain.
I took one step away from the outcrop, then another, shivering violently as the snow soaked quickly through my already damp clothes.
I could run.
I could escape this apocalyptic cult. The torture. The abuse.
I couldโฆ
My muscles faltered on the third step, then froze entirely on the fourth.
What the Hell is wrong with you? This is your chance! It doesnโt matter if you die out here! Itโs better than staying here! Run!
Despite the voice screaming in my head, I couldnโt take another step, my body rigid with fear the further I strayed from my orders.
My eyes strayed to the body still resting on the ground, coated by now with a layer of thick, fluffy flakes.
Iโฆ I should bury him, at least. Nobody deserves to be left to the elements and the wildlife like that.
With a soft sigh of relief at having a clear path before me, I picked up the shovel once more, turning to assess the frozen ground obediently.
The hole was just about deep enough when I came across a sight that sent me sprawling from the grave as my stomach churned.
I was experienced enough in life โ and in death โ to have recognised what lay beneath the frozen ground immediately, and the off-white bone dotted with residual scraps of partially decomposed flesh was tattooed to the inside of my eyelids as I knelt in the snow, retching. My body, so accustomed by now to emptying on command, acquiesced willingly to the rhythmic gagging, the sparse contents of my stomach steaming as it met the sub-zero ground. My fingers curled desperately as I heaved, breaking through powder and frost easily.
There were others.
How many people like these two โ people like me?
When my futile retching finally ceased, I dropped quickly back into the freshly dug grave with hardened nerves and a sense of purpose, kneeling carefully to ease a little more dirt away, revealing thin remnants of dark, shoulder-length hair. My eyes closed in pain, and I diverted my face as I tenderly covered the man over once more, shaking my head the distinct similarities, muttering a hushed apology to my fallen comrade for disturbing his hard-won rest.
Shaking violently from cold and horror, my hand was careful as I lifted the body Iโd been sent to bury against my chest, letting his temple fall briefly to my shoulder as I knelt once more to settle him on the ground. His head rested not five inches from our predecessor, and I brushed a thumb gently over the bruising on his cheek.
โIโm so sorry this happened to you,โ I whispered softly. I wished I could remember a poem, a profound quote about death to send him on his way peacefully โ but the only thing that came to mind was pieces of the Lordโs Prayer, courtesy of Steveโs soft utterances unconsciously invading my mind. It didnโt feel like enough, but it was all I could offer in a stammering, faltering voice, tears staining my cheeks when I eventually stood once more.
I didnโt dare look to the horizon again until my task was complete, fresh snow quickly falling to obscure the disturbed earth.
Only then did I finally glance up once more, finding myself immediately struck once again by an intense, disabling terror as I found that hazy spot on the skyline. But this time I glanced back down, eyes skimming the last remaining signs that Iโd ever been here at all.
This is what will happen if I stay here. Will anybody bother to bury me, or will I just lay under the open sky, finding flesh and bone at the mercy of the animals?
My muscles were more willing this time.
Five steps.
Ten.
Fifteen, and my pace increased โ first to a lope, then a jog, and then I was sprinting, flying across the ground, malnourished body screaming in protest as I tore over the open tundra, but there was no way in hell I was slowing, not before I was sheltered by the cluster of trees at last identifiable. My feet churned up the powder as I ran, and-
I felt it before the sound registered in my mind.
My legs immediately crumbled beneath me as I yelped, thigh on fire where the bullet had torn through muscle and flesh. The aim was true, bypassing the femoral artery, but that didnโt stop blood from pumping freely onto the snow, staining the pure white with violent red in a macabre echo of the past.
Glancing back, I could see the figures swarming from the facility, moving quickly as they descended upon me as if a storm cloud. My heart pounded in terror, and I attempted to scrabble to my feet โ then cried out in shocked pain, raising my hand to touch tentatively at the stinging wound at the top of my ear. Another bullet had grazed the soft skin there, barely breaking the surface โ but the intent here was not harm.
Noโฆ This is a warning.
I stared at the trees standing stark against the white, finally close enough to distinguish branch from trunk, fingers curling with my grief. I knew I should stand โ should force myself forward once more, choosing freedom over captivity in whatever form it came. But the survival instinct within me was a muscle well-honed over recent months, and no matter how hard I fought against myself, I couldnโt force my legs to move in much more than a tremor as I knelt in the snow. My own body simply disobeyed me, choosing longevity by any means.
I didnโt look up as I was dragged back through the snow, staggering and stumbling with a hand under my armpit to keep me going. Iโd have simply laid down, but a cattle prod to the ribs made sure I moved forward, body jerking at the voltage shot through me each time I slowed.
The Lieutenant was whistling tunelessly between his teeth when I was released unceremoniously in the middle of his office, legs crumbling beneath me from cold, blood loss and exhaustion. I hardly dared raise my eyes, but he said nothing as I looked to him fearfully, his eyes still on the rifle in his hands as he wiped it down.
โYou were a sniper too, once upon a time,โ he noted softly, and I trembled ever more at the sound of his voice, stomach clenching in anticipation of punishment as I nodded silently. โBefore Hydra, I was a sniper. And then I came here. Now I only shoot wolves, for fun. I couldnโt miss the opportunity to keep my skills sharp, you understand.โ He glanced at me at last, his smile almost apologetic as he jerked his head by way of indication. โIโll clean that up for you. Lie down.โ
Moving where he directed me, I shivered with cold and fear, wincing in pain as my back pressed to frigid metal and he moved closer. My feet, wrist and throat were secured beneath heavy steel, earning me another sorry grin. โCanโt have you wriggling around too much. I might end up hitting something important! Iโd so hate for you to lose your leg, tooโฆโ
I winced, eyes closing automatically as he bent over me, gulping in air at the feeling of scissors slicing through the thin, drenched fabric of my pants. He hummed under his breath as he exposed my wound, blood still flowing freely from the hole in my thigh, the gory stickiness pooling beneath me and filling the air with the scent of dirty pennies as he stepped back. The sound of his small stack of drawers containing his tools rattling as he searched through them made my skin crawl, and I jerked in surprise at a hand on my knee, lids snapping open despite myself to find him peering at the bullet wound. โA clean shot,โ he murmured, gently poking at the skin around the macabre sight. โIn and out. Youโll be fine โ Iโll just stitch you up, and youโll be on your way.โ I nodded stiffly, mistrustful, and he shot me a broad grin. โDidnโt anybody teach you any manners? Say please.โ
โPlease,โ I whispered immediately, flicking my gaze to the ceiling, desperately wishing I could leave my body. โPlease, Sir.โ
With a quiet chuckle of delight, he began, and I clenched my teeth minutely at the feel of needle passing through skin, knitting together the ragged edges of my wound in a silence punctuated only by the stomach-churning sounds of squelching and sticking produced by parts of me not normally exposed to the outside world.
It took only a matter of minutes for him to secure the site โ albeit only at a surface level and in the most basic way possible, leaving my body to do most of the hard work. I blinked in surprise when he released my bindings, sitting up with a soft utterance of gratitude, uncertainty and distrust heavy as I glanced at him.
It was when I went to move to my feet that his hand found my chest, his smile turning just a little cold around the edges. โThat was only the exit would, Asset. I need to stitch up the back, too. Lie down on your chest, if you would.โ
I could feel my heart hammering as I obeyed weakly, the trials of the day leaving me in no position to fight. Corpses flickered before my eyes, haunting me as my body met the table once more and my already-cut pants were shredded once more, the material pooling uselessly either side of my leg. His hand was high on my thigh, skirting the underpants Iโd be given. The touch was almost delicate, fingertips skimming gently under the very edge of the material. His grip tightened minutely to pull the skin taut, earning a hiss of pain that he quietly shushed away. He hummed under his breath as he slowly stitched me up, fingers brushing between my thighs to swipe away the blood.
The hand below my ass relaxed as the tugging stopped, thumb brushing tenderly over my skin. โGood. All doneโฆโ
I nodded once more, eyes focused on the long window opposite, the winter sun already beginning to set after a few short hours of daylight. My muscles twitched, ready to move, to be out of this position of vulnerability โ but neither his hands nor the restraints lifted. โโฆ Sir?โ I breathed, hardly daring to speak as he continued to caress my leg.
โYou broke the rules,โ he purred, a smile in his voice, โand now you gotta pay.โ
My eyes closed in a flinch, jaw clenched with resigned terror. I wished more than anything that I could leave my body โ just come back when this was over. This punishment, this lifeโฆ
But my mind stayed firmly where it was, focused on his hand on my thigh, and the touch of metal to skin. The sound of scissors closing slowly, cold air breathing over my exposed ass, set my stomach churning โ a feeling that only intensified as the pointed edge pricked the skin at the base of my spine as he began to methodically remove my shirt.
His free hand trailed almost tenderly over waist, keeping pace with the first until my entire back exposed, the sleeve still wrapped around my arm offering very little comfort in my nudity.
Then he was gone, stepping away from the table seeking unknown instructions of torture. The restraint around my neck held my head fast, no matter how I wriggled and strained, offering no insight into the punishment I was about to receive.
A violent buzzing, intermittent, almost tentative, gave me pause, the pitch wavering minutely as the Lieutenant whistled tunelessly through his teeth. I distantly recognized the sound โ there was a sense of faint familiarity, of something passed by on occasion, but never personally pertinent.
It wasnโt until his hand rested lightly on my back and the sharp, dragging pain began that the image of a tattoo parlour Steve and I had walked past frequently flickered behind my eyelids, sending them snapping open in shock.
A tattoo?
โฆ Why?
I dared not ask the question aloud, settling instead into the mild discomfort of the needles between my shoulder blades; the pain was minimal compared to what I was used to, and Iโd take his defacing my skin over torture any day.
After all, I was already a monster โ there was nothing he could stain me with that could make it any worse.
Heโd finished the work with a line that brushed against one of the puckered, tactile scars trailing away from my shoulder. The action caused searing pain to extend along fingers that no longer existed, and I clamped my jaw tighter, refusing to utter a sound at the unexpected intensity.
It was a relief when he stopped, a clammy sweat gathering beneath me at the discomfort. He ran a fingertip over the stinging skin of my back, eliciting a minute wince as he hummed contentedly. โBeautifulโฆ Would you like to see?โ
I struggled briefly, desperately trying to figure out which answer was the correct one โ which would prevent further punishment. Eventually, stiffly, I nodded, and he stepped into my eyeline as his face broke into a grin. With the edge of something predatory tugging at his lips, he squatted close to my face, mint-infused breath washing over my skin, mingling with the scent of his bodywash and the odour of blood and ink.
He shouldnโt smell good, I noted abruptly, the bizarre thought taking me by surprise. He shouldnโt smellโฆ Pleasant. Not this monster. Itโs not right.
He angled a hand mirror over us, showing a quick flash of a delighted gaze and sick pleasure, before revealing the words imprinted across my shoulders.
Hail HYDRA.
Indelible, forever tarnishing my skin, marking me as one of them. As their attack dog. As their Asset.
I swallowed dryly, my stomach churning, as he chuckled softly, lips skimming over my cheek with something close to affection.
โMaybe now you wonโt forget who you belong to.โ
I could only nod weakly, terrified to look away before I was told to, but eventually he lowered the mirror and my eyes squeezed closed briefly.
I was wrong.
He unshackled me, but I didnโt move.
This was it.
This was the last thing.
I canโt fight anymore.
He hummed in surprise and delight, fingertips trailing over my spine. โSo it seems you can learnโฆ Good boy. Roll.โ
I obeyed immediately, the metal too warm to soothe the gentle burn of my skin and slick with my sweat. He didnโt bother to resecure me, trusting in my blind obedience. Distantly, I realised that we were alone in the room; Iโd never have a better opportunity than this. But I couldnโt even pretend to consider moving. I couldnโt contemplate putting myself into a position of yet another punishment for a slim chance of freedom.
It isnโt worth it.
He beamed at me, resting a hand gently on my chest. โLook at that! So good. Perhaps you may deserve a rewardโฆ Would you like that?โ
โYes, Sir,โ I replied immediately, my voice soft and robotic. I had no idea what this โrewardโ would be, but I didnโt have any capacity left to give anything other than the answer I thought heโd prefer. The smile softened, and his hand travelled down slowly, resting briefly on my abdomen as he leant closer.
My mind was entirely blank when he kissed me, tongue trailing gently over my lower lip, prompting my mouth to open to grant him access. It wasnโt until his teeth tugged tenderly that his fingers his fingers wrapped around my length, caressing slowly. Confusion enveloped me at his gentle touch, the way his free hand cupped my jaw to hold me closer. The combination of the firm pressure of his lips on mine and the expert ministrations on my cock sent spikes of shameful arousal through my body, colouring my cheeks as I began to react to him. โYou like that, hm?โ he breathed, fingers moving a little more firmly, and I offered an obedient nod.
โYes, Sir,โ I murmured, repulsed and humiliated that the statement wasnโt entirely untrue. He purred with delight at my words and my stiffening member, his hand wrapping more thoroughly around me. To my horror, I let out a soft, breathless whine, earning a soft chuckle, his hips pressing lightly against my side to demonstrate his own arousal.
โThatโs it. Just relax. Do you see, Asset? When youโre bad, you will be punished. When youโre good, and obey ordersโฆ I can be merciful.โ
Nausea cramped my stomach as he kissed me again, tongue brushing mine and making me tremble.
At least when he raped me it was simple.
There was no confusion in violent violation, in fighting and wishing it to be over.
But thisโฆ The way my body stirred and reacted to a touch that felt almost loving.
In another time, another situation with another man, I could very easily love this feeling of someone elseโs fingers wrapped around my length, lips trailing rapturously over my throat โ if not for this specific time, this specific situation with this specific man.
But I couldnโt help the way my hips twitched and my back arched, breath coming in desperate, sharp pants as I inched towards the inevitable conclusion I could feel building under my skin. He seemed to notice my increasing desperation, groaning quietly and working me harder, mouth shifting against my skin. โYouโre doing so well, Asset. Almost there โ let me here you.โ
I whimpered through my teeth โ too afraid to disobey, reluctant to follow his orders easily. But a sharp nip of his teeth on my pulse and the steadily increasing speed of his hand on me made me cry out breathlessly, hips jerking with frantic need as I came without warning.
By the time Iโd finished twitching, my chest coated with my own seed, my face was burning with shame and horror, humiliation cloying in my throat.
โSuch a good boy,โ he crooned, kissing my cheek softly. โHail Hydra.โ
His eyes shifted to me expectantly as I hesitated, and I swallowed around the lump in my throat, lowering my gaze. โHail Hydra,โ I breathed, the ink across my shoulders burning.
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The past, the present and the pain in between
Summary: Sleeping is hard when you have lived through as many things as Tony and Bucky have.
Pairing: WinterIron ( Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark)
Word Count : 844
Rating : Teen and Up Audiences
Tags : Nighmares, Forehead Hisses, Understanding. Everyone Lives
Written for:
@flufftober 2023 : Family, Friends, Loved Ones
@multifandom-flash : Nightmare fuel, Bloody hallucinations of guilt, Digging Yourself deeper, Everybody lives, Understanding boyfriend
@bingowinteriron : Forehead Kisses
@anyfandomdarkbingo : Infamous Family History
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Ok, guys, I'm going to need your help with this. Please choose a prompt and in due time they will be written. This is the general order I have in mind:
Tumblr prompts
Bad Things Happen Bingo
Any Fandom Dark Bingo
Rewrites (One-shots)
Once I get the prompts for Any Fandom Dark Bingo requested and the rewrite one-shots sorted out (still in progress), I will put up a list and get down to serious work. Here are the Any Fandom Dark Bingos - please keep in mind that so very many of my fanfics are being rewritten, so any prompts chosen for things such as Reversal/etc won't be a part of the Official Timeline(s). The only one off-limits is "Apocalypse AU", which I am claiming for myself as the first one.
Like when I was accepting prompts for Bad Things Happen Bingo, I'll update twice a day and/or when a new prompt gets chosen.
Here we go:
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Hello!
So I am not sure if it's too soon to check in, but if we signed up and don't have a card yet...should we reach out or just wait? I wasn't sure.
Thank you!! :)
p.s. I think it's been a week but I am not 100% certain. Thank you!!
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Summary:
Akira wanted one more day where he didnโt have to pretend he was fine.
Only a day, he begged, a day to be alone with himself.
Written For:
Painkillers | Sicktember 2022 | @sicktember
"You were destined to fail.โ | Any Fandom Dark Bingo | @anyfandomdarkbingo
No. 4 Dead on Your Feet (Hidden Injury/Waking Up Disoriented/Canโt Pass Out) | Whumptober 2022 | @whumptober
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Fill 5 - AnyFandomDarkBingo
Fill 5 - Buying Flowers
Go to @anyfandomdarkbingo to get yours. Must be 18 or older.
Pairing/Characters: Ron/Harry, Hermione
Rating: 18+
Chapter Tags/Warnings: bigotry, foul language, fights,
Story Tags/Warnings: Mental manipulation, intercural sex (thigh fucking), cursing (Language), cursing (spells), mental control, sexual themes, oral, the Dark Wins, Political intrigue, forced voyeurism,
Word Count: 1349
Bingo Card: @anyfandomdarkbingo card: ย Row 2, Square 3 โ Buying Flowers
Chapter Summary: He was going to get her special flowers. For a special meeting. Just because he had a special addition didn't mean anything.
After all, he didn't know the Potter Family secrets! And Harry wasn't talking, and neither was he.
Story Summary: She had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and she was now unable to stop what was to come.
But someone would notice?
Wouldn't they?
Only on AO3
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Hail Hydra - Chapter 10
Bucky is sought out, and he receives a gift from his new captors.
CW: Nightmares, blood, death of a whumper.
Prompts met;
'11. Unexpected Gift (Best/Worst)' - @deaddovedec;
'Alt 9. Begging' - @whumpcember;
'Be Careful What You Wish For (alternate)' and 'Showering in Victim's Shower' - @halloweenhorrorbingo;
'The Past does not Forget, Blood does not Forgive' - Five Nights At Freddy's Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo);
'"Don't Try to Beg. It Won't Work."' - @anyfandomdarkbingo;
'Can't Go Home' - @badthingshappenbingo.
Check it out on AO3 here, or read the first section below the KR with the boards!
I was emotionless as I was shuttled along, guided by the doctor with a hand on my elbow. My decent into madness, cold and encompassing, was certainly complete; I couldnโt even find the energy to feel guilt for the blood cooling on my skin, smearing in the dust beneath my soles.
โIโm proud of you, soldier.โ
I blinked in surprise, head turning minutely. โSir?โ
โYouโve proven an invaluable asset. You will be rewarded for your obedience.โ
Distantly, I was aware of the ominousness of his words, but was too numbed by my actions to care what happened to me. โThank you, Sir,โ I muttered. I hesitated outside my cell automatically, but he continued to encourage me along, and I followed with a soft, accepting shrug.
Iโm never going to be free of my actions here. I donโt care what happens to me now.
The door he stopped outside was, for once, an actual door โ albeit with a large, thick window that allowed for surveillance and hatch for delivering food. โWhat is this place?โ
โThis is your reward, ะะผะตัะธะบะฐะฝัะบะธะน. You have proven your obedience to the Soviet Union.โ He pushed the door open, and my eyes widened in shock.
Iโd almost forgotten what comfort looked like.
My memories, as long-faded as they now felt, told me that this was not, by any means, the height of sophistication and luxury, but compared to the bare, freezing room I was used to, the metal bed with its thin mattress looked fit for a king. The doctor inclined his head, gesturing to a thinner, wooden door opposite. โThereโs a bathroom through there. Toilet, shower, the works.โ He smirked as my jaw dropped, offering me a victorious, vicious grin. โI told you, ะะผะตัะธะบะฐะฝัะบะธะน. Obedience earns reward. Disobedience, wellโฆโ His gaze dropped to the scars marring my body, fading quickly but still evident. โWe know how that ends.โ
I nodded once, eyes lowered, silent and cautious.
A shower.
I hadnโt had more than the occasional, frigid hosing since I got here several months ago; the promise of hot water was almost too good to be true.
โThis is the part where you say โthank youโ,โ he growled, a hand tangling in my hair to jerk my head back.
โTh-thank you, Sir,โ I stammered uncertainly, my watery gaze locked on the ceiling, stained and peeling, until he released me.
โThe war is over, ะะผะตัะธะบะฐะฝัะบะธะน. But youโฆย Youย cannot go home, just like the other Aะผะตัะธะบะฐะฝัั. You have seen too much here. You are also too valuable to us. You are a Soviet soldier now โ or you will die, like your companions. Do you understand me?โ
I nodded again, my eyes on the floor. โYes, Sir. I understand.โ
โGood. Now clean yourself off; youโre disgusting.โ
I was left alone for three days, save for the meals pushed through the hatch in the door. Iโd been upgraded to slightly more edible dishes โ they actually somewhat resembled food Iโd once eaten now โ and spent the time moving between bed and shower, still entirely naked but far less frozen than Iโd been in my cell. The ability to wrap myself in my blanket, thin as it was, and stare into the middle distance in my room that never turned dark, curled into a foetal position on a flat mattress, felt like a luxury. The hot water erasing months of grime, dried blood, and the residue of infections long healed from my skin was a blessing.
โBucky?โ
My head snapped up, wet hair dripping across my forehead, mouth working wordlessly for a moment. โโฆ Aleksi?โ The hatch opened, a serving tray being placed in the space, and I scrambled to my feet in a panic. โAleksi โ is that you? Youโre- Are you okay?โ
โWhy are you in here?โ he whispered, pale eyes large and concerned through the window. โWhat happened to the other Sergeant?โ
โDead,โ I replied tonelessly. I still refused to think about it โ the soldier falling to his knees, the blood pooling around my feet, his last breath being used to call me a traitor โ but the images came for me at night, leaving me trembling and breathless in the eternal light of my room. โโฆ Thisโฆ This was his room? The American?โ
โDa,โ he replied, nodding. โHe and the younger both. What happened?โ
โI did,โ I answered coldly, fingers curling around my tray.
Iโve been sleeping in their bed. Using their shower. All as aย rewardย for their deaths- theirย murders.
I think I might be sickโฆ
โWhy?โ
โI was told to.โ
He nodded softly, wincing. โBecause of me.โ
โBecause of a choice Iย letย you make,โ I corrected quietly. โI could have made you leave, but I let you comfort me. That wasย myย choice.โ He opened his mouth to interrupt, but I shook my head fiercely, taking the tray and backing away. โGet out of here, Aleksi. If youโre caught talking to me, weโll both be punished.โ
โBuck-โ
โNo. Go away, Russki. Weโll survive this if you leave me alone โ so do us both a favour, and donโt talk to me again.โ
With a resigned sigh, he closed the hatch, his eyes burning a hole in the side of my head as I sat with my knees to my chest, the tray beside me.
Iโm benefitting for being a killer.
What other choice do I have?
Why does being rewarded for this suddenly feel worse than just going back to my cell?
I expected to go several more days before I was interacted with again, left to my own devices in this room that now felt more like a new kind of torture than a comfort. Iโd wished for a modicum of humanity for so long, but now that I had it, it was as a curse.
It was โ as far as I could tell โ still the same day when a cursory knock sounded at the door before it banged against the wall. I was startled out of my mindless staring by an unknown, stiff-backed soldier marching into the room, his steel-grey eyes scanning the space in a perfunctory manner before finding me. โSergeant Barnes? Identification 32557038?โ
I havenโt heard those numbers in so long.
My hand instinctively sought my tags despite their long absence, and I nodded slowly. โTh-thatโs me.โ
โGet up. Weโre leaving.โ
โI-โ
He reached out to grasp my hair in his hand, dragging me to my feet as I yelped in surprise and pain. โI expect you to do what youโre told,ย whenย youโre told, soldier. No arguments, and no complaints.โ His gaze found my arm โ or rather, the absence of it โ and his lip curled. โWhat the hell did that butcher do to you?โ
โI lost my arm falling from a train,โ I replied immediately, and he nodded once, releasing his grip at last.
โThe fall in the Alps.โ
โYes, Sir.โ
โWe were informed. We assumed you dead.โ
โโWeโ, Sir?โ I inquired tentatively, and he met my eye with a grin.
โThe War is over, soldierโฆ Butย HYDRAย is still very much alive.โ
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Any Fandom Dark Bingo
@anyfandomdarkbingo
Breath Play
Snow Dropper - Satin & Lace
Revenge - Blood & Ash
Gun Kink
Forced Orgasm
Challenge: Couples Costume
"You would fall apart without me."
Oviposition
Symphorophilia
"How could you think I ever loved you?"
Mysophilia
Evil!Character AU
Addiction - Little White Lines
Challenge: Tropical Island
Virgin Sacrifice - Sacrifice
Deception
CEO/Secretary
Serial Killer AU - Light Me Up
True Crime Documentary
Extreme Restraints
Cursed
Frotteurism
Castration
Everybody Gets High - Missio
Challenge: Crazy Love - Jason Manns
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I am trying my hand at the dark themes of fanfiction, and I can't wait to dig in and crack my glow sticks.
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โ WINTER SOLDIER โ
ึย Alpha!Winter Soldierย โย Hell is Empty, the Shadows are Hiding
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โ ย Theย AO3 SERIESย can be found HERE.
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โ ๐ ย = angst
โ ๐ ย = whump
โ ๐ = sick fic
โ ๐ย = dark
โ ๐ยฒ = dead dove
โ ๐ = poly
โ ๐ = kid fic
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ย = fluff
โ ๐ย = smut
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โโโ ย ย Alpha!Winter Soldier xย Omega!F!Reader
โโย ย ย ๐ย +ย ๐ย +ย ๐ย +ย ๐
โ ย ย ๐๐๐ย
Isolation and fear were all you knew, and it was all you experienced in the iron holding of that dank cell โ you never knew any different.ย
There were even fewer things you knew for certain, but one thing you ascertained, in that dark, dreary, murderous reality you were thrust into, was that there was one other soul who suffered the same as you did.
That same soul became your salvation and saving grace; a place to call safe.
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โโโ ย Dragon Rider!Bucky x Dragon Rider!F!Reader
โโ ย ย ๐ย +ย ๐ย +ย ๐
โ ย ย ๐๐๐
It was inherently a dangerous way to live the life of a Nomad Dragon Rider โ anย outcast. And those very dangers would be what would tear you apart, and what would separate you from the one you trusted, the one youย loved.
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โโโ ย Serial Killer!Winter Soldier x F!Reader
โโ ย ย ๐ย +ย ๐ย +ย ๐ +ย ๐ยฒ
โ ย ย ๐๐๐
The night from hell had only begun when you started seeing a shadow observing you; appearing in the corner of your vision as you partied and rounded up the stragglers to herd them out the door. You didnโt know that what lay ahead was a nightmare dreamed up from the depths of your worst fears, nor did you know that the night would be stained red by the hands of someone you couldnโt even fathom could stalk the earth.ย
You werenโt sure what would be better โ becoming one of the fallen that painted the walls red to escape what awaited you, or rolling over and baring your throat in a plea for mercy.ย
There were no Gods to save you, nor knights in shining armour โ if you were going to make it out alive, you would for damn sure have to fight for it.
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Cardย by the team atย @anyfandomdarkbingo
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This is mostly from curiosity: should I accept requests for Any Fandom Dark Bingo or just write it as I please? Prompts are available by clicking the Any Fandom Dark Bingo tag.
Either way, I decided that the Reversal rewriting can wait a bit & I will focus this year on filling my Tumblr prompts & Bad Things Happen Bingo (& possibly Any Fandom Dark Bingo). People have been waiting a long time for those so I need to get them done.
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Title: You Couldnโt Save Them, But You Saved Me
Pairing/Characters:ย Stiles/Derek
Rating: 18+
Tags/Warnings:ย Dark Bingo, monsterfuckingmarch 2023, Couldnโt Save Them, Werewolves, Breeding, Knotting, Fangs, Mates Sterek, Outdoor Sex, Scenting, Anal Sex, Creampie, Rough Sex
Word Count:ย 1,614
Bingo Squares: @anyfandomdarkbingobingo - Square - Couldnโt Save Them
Monsterfuckingmarch 2023 Day 9 - Feral Fiends [Werewolves + Breeding, Knotting, Fangs]
Dark Bingo Square - Couldn't Save Them - BLACK OUT CARD
@Daemnyra97 on Tumblr: Breeding and Derek and Stiles
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Bitter
For @anyfandomdarkbingo
Square filled: Aliens
Sam Winchester x Dean Winchester x Enna Zyq-To
Warnings: Dark Winchesters, Kryptonite, Drugged, Addiction. Dub Con, Smut, Vandalism, Destruction of Property, Fluff
Summary Sam and Dean become inhibited by a beer laced with red kryptonite while visiting a small town called Smallville. They cause havoc across town, where they run into Enna Zyq-To a Kryptonian. Will she make things better or worse?
Inspired by Remy Zero's Bitter
Just one more day when itโs already been too long. And the sea is forming shackles to deliver. And I came to a resting place
I tried to take just a taste.
Sam's P.O.V
Smallville
I feel a thrill through my veins as Dean and I cause havoc around the town of Smallville. We were supposed to come here to hunt but we don't seem to care now. I down another bottle of this addictive local brew red as we walk down the street. Dean smirks at me as he vandalizes the car next to us. That's when I spotted a woman in a black dress with the most stunning pair of green eyes. Her red hair blew slightly in the wind.
I motion for Dean to follow me.ย
"Do you want to have a drink and have sex with me? No? What about just sex?" I said.
"We aren't in the bar sir but oddly I am turned on by the pickup line. I'm Enna by the way." Enna replied with a smirk.
"Sam," I said curtly"
Enna looks over to Dean and motions for him to follow us as she pulls me towards her truck. We take her truck down to an empty field.
Seems like this woman likes to be in charge. I smirk as she strips her clothes before stripping both Dean's and my clothes off. Before standing in front of the truck bed. Enna finally removes her clothes and I lick my lips in response.ย
"Sam in front and emerald eyes in my backdoor," Enna said.
" Bossy, I like it. It's Dean, sweetheart." Dean said with a smirk.
Both of us climbed into the truck bed in our designated positions.
Enna pulled us impossibly closer to her before gripping me tightly as we simultaneously filled her.ย ย ย ย
ย Enna stifles her moans by pressing her lips into my neck. Which is a good thing. We wouldn't want anyone to hear us.ย ย
ย The feeling of her clamping around me is otherworldly. Hours have passed, and all of us are covered in sweat and marks. We are beyond sore when Dean and I finally pull out of her. We collapse from exhaustion. I nearly fell out of the truck bed completely forgetting it was open. I laugh at myself. I am not usually this clumsy.
We all quickly redress, and Enna motions for us to join.
โCome, boys, I can think about other ways we can have fun,โ Enna said with a smirk
Enna's P.O.V
I've heard of the Winchesters. Heroes in their own right theyโve saved the world multiple times. The descriptions of them donโt do them justice. They are more like gods wrapped in denim and plaid. Lucky me, I've got them when theyโve been corrupted by red kryptonite from local brew
(Red) I've always had a thing for heroes going dark.ย Most would try to find a cure for them but I am far from good. I may be from the same planet as hometown hero Clark Kent but that's all we have in common. Dark edgy, a Kryptonian without a soul. As soon as I park, the Winchesters get out of the truck.
ย Of their own accord, they loot the local stores. I have a hard time keeping up with them even with my speed. They've gained super speed from the beer. Which is far from normal. Red kryptonite is only supposed to remove morals. Well, it's not my problem I think to myself. Sam comes back with a blue ring. He slips it on my right finger without asking. Seems like someone wants to mark me as their property. I feel something is very wrong as he does so. Dammit, it's blue kryptonite. I can feel my powers ebbing away! The Winchesters leave me there on my knees. Not caring that I am no longer following him. I have no choice but to get back into my truck and go to the town hero for help.
Kent Farmhouse
As I make my way up to the Kent farmhouse, I wonder if I'm doing the right thing. Having morals hasn't been a problem till today. I've lived my life without a rulebook. The Kents hate me. This is the last place I want to be. After, a minor mishap with their son in high school nearly destroyed Clark's future. I got Clark hooked on red kryptonite and he nearly destroyed the town. If it wasn't for Lana and Chloe detoxing him. Clark wouldn't be here today.ย
ย I reluctantly knock on the door of the old yellow farmhouse. Just my luck he's the one to answer the door. My anxiety just being here is set through the roof now at just his mere presence. Clark rolls his eyes at me but still lets me in. He knows I wouldn't be here if it wasn't serious.
Briefly explaining how I came to meet the Winchesters and how I found them he looks at me in utter disgust.
" So nearly destroying my life wasn't enough. You are doing it again to the men that have been to hell in the back for this world! I'll help you with one condition. Enna you have to drink a gold kryptonite laced beer." Clark said.
He looks at me harshly with his blue eyes. Clark is deadly serious.
He's silently saying I don't deserve powers and I completely agree with him.
I simply nod in response.
"I've got these chambers that Lex built for me before our friendship dissolved. It sucks out the kryptonite from the bloodstream from the steam it creates. Text those Winchesters and follow me." Clark said.
So glad they exchanged numbers with me before they ran off. I text them in the guise of another threesome. Clark takes my phone from me and finishes my text with the location. He hands it back to me before they text me back. Clark has always been a bit of a prude. He definitively would not want to see what they said back. I smirk at the response to my text. Sam texted me back with a smirk emoji and two eggplants. The Winchestersโ minds sure are in the gutter.
Clark helps me slip off the ring Sam placed on me temporarily restoring my powers. He refuses to do any more of the dirty work.
He climbs into my truck with me and directs me toward the underground chambers. I look around the red-lit chambers. This place gives me the creeps. This idea better work.
Once Sam and Dean arrive they both try to pin me down to the floor. I'm faster of course and use all of my strength to knock them out and throw them into their respective chambers.
Once Sam and Dean arrive they both try to pin me down to the floor. I'm faster of course and manage to use all of my strength to knock them out and throw them into their respective chambers.
Clark uses the control panel to close the door and start the long detox task.ย
I don't know how much time has passed but a strong hand nudges me awake from my position on the floor.ย
"Enna wake up dear," Sam said.
Sam tries to help me up but I refuse and get up by myself.
I look around and find Clark gone and a beer with my name on it left in his place.
"I bet you are and Dean want nothing to do with me now. I'll just go." I replied. As I turned to walk away Dean spun me back around.
"Look sweetheart you did the right thing in the end. Sam and I talked before we woke you. We can't deny that we feel this pull towards you and we'd like to give you a second chance." Dean said.
Both of them look at me with hope in their eyes.
"If we are going to do this right. I have to do one thing first." I replied.
I grab the beer Clark left for me. They both stare at me wide-eyed and try to stop me as soon as they realize what I am doing. I know this is for the best. I've caused nothing but destruction with my powers. The gold kryptonite beer tasted horrible on my tongue. I feel my powers ebbing away permanently.
Sam, Dean and I shared sweet kisses before we headed to Dean's impala. It's such a stunning car. I can't wait to see what's next in store for us. First things first though we have to fix the destruction weโve caused the town before heading back to their place.
Bitter
Just one more day when its already been too long
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