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[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (1)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Rating: Mature

Square filled for @stuckybingo Round 5: free space - mafia au

Square filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Free Space

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of illegal activities/mafia business/murder, strong reader, mentions of breeding/surrogate, wish for children, shady deals, shitty boyfriend, reader doesn't take shit from no one, tension, sexy mobsters

Words: 1,5k

Indecent Proposal masterlist

“Babe, how do I look?” Your boyfriend asks, almost stumbling over his words as the men he was hoping to meet at the fancy party walk inside the room. 

Well, they don’t walk like normal people. They are stepping inside the room, stopping in their tracks to look at the people in the room. It looks like the crowd parts like the Red Sea to form a path only for them.

Steven Grant Rogers. James Buchanan Barnes. – Two names you must know if you ever heard of New York City and its mob.

They are as good-looking as they are dangerous. A deadly combination of beauty and the beast hidden behind blue eyes.

If you don’t want to end up six feet under, you don’t mess with them. Or even look their way too long.

“Did you put on the underwear I told you to?” 

“What has this to do with the party?” You sigh, as you still don’t know why Scott brought you here.

You’ve been dating for a few months, and you had hoped that tonight, he’d do more than the bare minimum. He’s not a bad guy, but an awful partner.

A criminal too. Not a criminal mastermind, but you already figured out that the small business he runs is far from legal.

“It’s important, babe,” you roll your eyes at the awful pet name. You hate it and told him so before. “Okay, don’t say anything stupid. Or, just look pretty and don’t say anything at all.”

“What?” Now you square your jaw. You don’t understand what has gotten into Scott until you lift your eyes off him to meet two pairs of blue ones. “Oh…”

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes,” Scott looks pathetic when he bows for the heads of the mob in town. “I’m honored to meet you again. Thank you for having me.”

The men ignore Scott and his offered hand. Instead, they look at you. Steve almost shoves your boyfriend aside as he holds out his hand to take yours.

“I see you followed our invitation,” he lowers himself to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You shiver. He seems so polite, and kind. But behind his blue eyes, you can see the beast wanting to break free.

“Stevie don’t scare her off right away,” you are a little overwhelmed when James Barnes turns his attention toward you. He takes your other hand and kisses your knuckles, glancing at your ring finger. “No ring, doll? He didn’t ask you to be his forever?”

“No-“ You’re usually not shy, or meek. But these men crowd you like prey and have their hands on you. You know they are in a relationship, but right now, they look at you as if you are their latest meal. “We’re only dating for a few months.”

“A shame,” Steve cups your chin, making you whimper. You never felt like this before. Confused and aroused at the same time. These men are strangers, but oddly you feel safe in their presence. “What do you say? Shall we lead this to a more private area?”

You don’t know why they are interested in leading you and your boyfriend to a private area, but this can’t be good. People like them never have good intentions, and you assume Steve and Bucky are no exception.

“I’m good here…I mean. You should enjoy your party. Don’t you have to greet all the people you invited?” You nervously babble. 

“Doll, they don’t care if we greet them or not. They are only here to show respect to us,” Bucky runs his index finger up your arm. He smirks as you involuntarily shudder at his touch. “Let’s lead this to our office.”

“Scott,” you dip your head to glance at your boyfriend. He looks up at Steve as if the man is carrying a halo on top of his head. “Scott!”

“Babe don’t be rude. We should follow them to the office,” your boyfriend is no help. He’s wringing his hands while staring at Steve Rogers. God, he’s such a pathetic little boy. You just see it now when you watch him interact with two real men.

“Fine,” you snap at Scott if only to end his pathetic act. “Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, please lead the way.” 

“Do you want a drink or a canapé doll? We can ask the maid to get you something you’ll like,” Bucky sits next to you on the couch, one hand running up and down his thigh, the other creeping toward your thigh. He brushes his metal finger over your exposed skin, barely listening to what his partner has to say.

“Buck, did you listen?”

“Seal the deal,” the brunette clicks his tongue, “I’ll take care of the main act in the meantime. You know I don’t care about the conditions. We already negotiated them. You can take care of the details.”

“I want to take over more important tasks,” Scott suddenly says. He glances at you, and then he looks at Steve. “Sir, I agree on the terms. I’ll do anything to prove that you can trust me.”

“Does she agree on our terms too?” Steve dips his head to watch you stop Bucky’s hand from stroking your thigh. “Buck, we are talking here.”

“I know,” Bucky huffs. “All you do is talk to that slimy little bastard. Give him what he wants so we can get what we want.”

“Mr. Lang, you know that if we seal the deal, that you cannot break it. We have rules for a reason.”

“She will agree,” Scott hastily says. You snap your head toward your boyfriend, wondering what he’s talking about. “Right, Y/N? You’ll help me with the deal.”

“I told you that I’m not going to do anything illegal,” you hiss at Scott. “I looked the other way when you sold stolen phones to my colleagues, but I won’t actively help you. I’m not a criminal.”

“You didn’t talk about the deal with her?” Bucky suddenly jumps up to fist Scott’s jacket. “You dare to come to our house and lie to us?”

“I didn’t lie, Sir…Mr. Barnes. Y/N said she finds you hot, and all. She even talked about ending up between the two of you to her friend.”

“You sick fuck spied on me and Maria?” You growl at Scott. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes…I’m sure she’ll help you have a baby and all…”

“Baby what?” You furrow your brows. “Okay. This is getting ridiculous. What is going on here?”

“Well, we want you to become our surrogate. Bucky and I love each other dearly, but I cannot give him what he needs, nor can he give me what I want. A baby…an heir. We were looking for the perfect woman, with the perfect bloodline.”

“I-what?” The room suddenly caves in. You feel dizzy and grab the edge of the couch. “You want me to be your breeder?”

“No, doll,” Steve walks toward the couch to crouch down in front of you. “We want you to spend time with us…or rather between us.” He grins. “I want you to have my baby. And then you’ll have Bucky’s. We haven’t figured out whose allowed to breed you first.”

“Breed me?” Oh. God. Your pussy just clenched around nothing. If not for the anger taking over, you’d gladly jump Steve’s bones to have all the babies he wants. “Are you fucking insane? I’m not a piece of meat you can just buy!”

“We believed he talked about the deal with you, doll. Please, don’t be mad at us,” Steve purrs, and runs his hand over your cheek. “We only wanted what we deserve. The perfect woman having our babies.”

“She will agree…” Scott nervously says. He looks at you, hoping you’ll agree to whatever the two men holding his fate in their hands want. “Right babe?”

“I hate it when you call me that,” you jump up, and push Steve aside. “What did you believe will happen when you bring me here to offer my uterus and pussy to these two? Huh? That I’ll just bend over the desk and let them have their way with me!”

“I-uh…kinda…yes…”

“Pathetic,” you click your tongue as you glance at Bucky. He cracks his knuckles, ready to rough Scott up a little for messing with them. “I knew you were no good. I should’ve listened to my gut instinct.”

You dip your head to watch Steve walk toward his partner. They are looking at you, like lions ready to pounce. Those two men set their eyes on you, and you are not foolish enough to believe that they’ll leave you alone.

If you end up in their clutches, you’ll make sure they only get their hands on you to your conditions. “You want me and my womb?”

“More than anything,” Bucky purrs. He steps behind you to place both of his hands on your belly. “And I can tell, Stevie, and will love filling you up.”

Scott hopefully looks at you. This is the moment he was waiting for. He’ll be a made man soon, and his ex will see, he's more than the loser she sees in him. 

You look at Steve, holding his gaze, “I’ll be yours if you get rid of him…”

Part 2

[wayward-dreamer]

Slow Night

Square/s Filled: FREE @anyfandomgoesbingo | Pet names @anyfandomkinkbingo

Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2,262

Summary: A slow night at Family Video has Steve and Y/N face the reality of how they feel about each other.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving)

A/N: My first Steve fic which wouldn't have been my first if it hadn't taken me so long to write lol. Hope you all enjoy it! Thanks to my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for looking over this for me! <3

Lashings of rain beat down on the cars in the parking lot, some of the downpour hitting the windows of the building as it ran off the thin shelter above the store. Wednesday was already a slow night for Family Video, and the rain was an added factor on that particular night. Y/N leaned back against the counter, her arms crossed as she grimaced at the weather outside, hoping that the rain would cease, and the last two hours of her shift would take a turn for the better. Another customer or two and they would make a good enough profit for the day, despite it being their least busy.

With a glance behind her, she took a deep breath as she watched her co-worker for the evening push the cart of VHS tapes down the aisle, stacking them back on the shelves. Steve Harrington. Yet another reason she wanted a few more customers to come in, so she didn’t have to be completely alone with him. It wasn’t because she didn’t like him, but because she did. A little too much maybe.

He had joined the team along with Robin about 5 months ago, and while Keith hadn’t been thrilled about Steve as a new addition, she definitely was. Or at least she had been at the time. The crush settled in pretty quickly, and she had hoped that he would notice, but he hadn’t. So, she did what she did best, pushed down her feelings and ignored the ache in her heart.

“Alright, I’ve put back every single tape that was in the office,” Steve informed as he took the same position as her against the counter, “can’t we just call it a night? I really don’t think anyone’s braving the rain.”

“You’re already on Keith’s bad side, do you really wanna mess with that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought you had my back with him,” he countered, turning to face her as he placed his hands on hips, his eyes locked on hers.

“I mean, I usually do. But see, if I let you leave early and Keith asks, I’m gonna have to cover for your ass… and I just risk my own this time, Stevie,” she teased, a smirk pulling at her lips as she turned to him.

“Okay, well… then we just cover each other’s asses,” he suggested, leaning his elbow on the counter as he continued to face her.

She chortled, staring up at him before she shook her head, stepping away from him. “That’s some idea, Steve Harrington.”

“See, you’re being sarcastic but I really think there’s something to it-” he started to explain himself, but stopped as she grabbed his hand and dragged him behind her.

“I bet there is, but how ‘bout you help me sort the posters that came in this morning,” she interjected, pulling him into the back office.

Y/N walked into the room with Steve in tow, the desk covered with rolled up posters for the movies that they would have available at Family Video. She dropped his arm as she stood in front of the table, shuffling the pile in half as she moved one set closer to him.

“Alright, let’s open them and see what we got, then we can decide which ones go where,” she instructed, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” he breathed, quickly getting started.

They took several minutes as they unrolled all the posters, seeing what they had and where in the store they were going to put them up. Y/N took the ones that they weren’t going to use and put them aside, keeping the ten that they were going to put up open with paperweights.

“I think we should put these four in the window,” she stated, pointing them out. “And these six inside, two on each wall.”

“Okay,” Steve said, removing the weights and picking up the first poster.

Y/N yelped as the corner of the paper nicked the top of her finger, causing her to flinch and pull her hand back. She looked down, trying to see if the skin had broken and if there was any blood.

“Oh shit, s-sorry,” he stuttered, moving over to her and quickly taking her hand in his. “You okay?”

She gulped, the feeling of his skin against hers having more of an effect on her than the paper. “Y-Yeah. No blood. I’m good.”

“Good,” he muttered, as he gave her a once over. “Those papercuts can be nasty.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, looking down at their hands.

Steve’s thumb brushed over her knuckles as their hands remained locked, neither of them pulling away. Her mind was reeling, and she knew she should’ve moved away from him but she couldn’t bring herself to. His fingers pressed against hers, feeling how soft her skin was. She didn’t even know that he felt the same way, and he had since the moment they met on his first day of work. It was as fast as a bullet, and he had only felt like that once before. Nancy Wheeler, second semester senior year. It was different to Nancy, though, and he knew that was a good thing but he was too scared that he would get burned like he had previously.

But he had to start letting that go.

Steve leaned in slowly, the gasp leaving her before he pressed his lips to hers making him smile a little as they kissed. It was soft, gentle, amazing. Along with that, it was far too brief as Y/N pulled away first, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“I-I shouldn’t have done that-” he began to apologize, thinking that he misread the moment, but she stopped him by shaking her head, tugging on his green work vest.

“No,” she breathed, her lips pulling up into a smile. “I’m just surprised. I liked it, though.”

“Me too,” he added, smirking. “I like you, Y/N. So much.”

She huffed in disbelief, a small giggle escaping her. “Really?”

“Yeah, really,” he replied, before dipping his head once more.

She met him halfway, their lips moving against each other’s in a passionate kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pushed herself closer to him, his hands sliding down her back and onto her hips. He shifted her backwards towards the desk, his right hand leaving her and swiping the posters off the surface, sitting her down on top. Her legs wrapped around him as she reached for his work vest, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall on the floor. Their lips continued to move sensually as her hands slid down his chest, tugging at his shirt that was tucked into his jeans, but he stopped her, his fingers clasping hers.

“We shouldn’t do it like this,” he stated, softly once he pulled away. “I mean, I should at least take you on a date first, right?”

She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes. “You should… but not right now.”

He smirked, leaning in once more and kissing her, with as much passion as when their lips first touched. When she reached for his shirt again, he didn’t stop her, briefly pulling away to let her take it off him. She gasped softly as her hands slid down his soft, alabaster skin, feeling the ripple of his muscles. Their mouths met again as he pushed her Family Video jacket off her shoulders, her arms moving back to let it slip down and onto the floor. The kiss became heated just as her movements became frantic, not wanting to waste any more time. She laid back on the desk and pulled him close once he leaned over her. His lips left gentle pecks along her jaw and neck, his fingers plucking the buttons of her shirt open and exposing her white lace bra and more of her skin to pay attention to.

“Steve,” she breathed, her fingers combing through his incredible locks as he drifted down her body. “I-I”

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he muttered, leaving a kiss over her ribcage just as his eyes glanced up at her.

She gulped as she looked back at him, the glint in his eyes and the way she had always wished to hear him call her ‘baby’ being too much for her in that moment. She couldn’t think straight.

“I n-need, need your mouth,” she gasped, feeling his lips brush over her skin in the most delicious way possible.

“Here?” he asked as he placed a soft kiss to her stomach.

She groaned slightly. “L-Lower.”

“Oh,” he smirked, slowly unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down sensually. He nipped at the flesh over her hip, a low chuckle leaving him as she jumped. “There?”

“Steve, please,” she whimpered, tugging lightly at his hair. “Don’t tease me anymore, please…”

He laughed again as he continued to remove the denim along with her panties, throwing them on the floor. He didn’t bother to remove her sneakers as he was far too impatient to get his mouth on her. He felt his cock swell, straining against his jeans but he wanted to pay attention to her first. He really did like her, and if he couldn’t take her on a first date before doing this, then he at least had to show her he cared in other ways. Y/N’s head tilted back and scraped lightly against the desk, a loud moan escaping her as his tongue licked a long stripe against her sex. Her calves rested on his shoulders as he shifted closer to her, his skilled muscle continuing to move over her folds. He groaned at the taste of her arousal as it met his tongue, the sounds vibrating against her and making her fingers clench in his luscious locks.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. “Steve, that feels so good.”

He pulled away briefly, kissing her inner thigh as he peered up at her. “You taste so good, honey. Wanna feel you cum on my tongue. You can do that for me, can’t you, baby?”

“Y-Yeah,” she stuttered, glancing down at him.

Steve continued his ministrations, bringing her the most euphoric feeling she had ever experienced as his tongue moved to her clit, running circles around it as he grabbed her hips tight in his hands. She pushed herself up one elbow, moaning as she bit her lip, watching the way he pleasured her. He picked up the pace, causing her to throw her head back with a lustful whimper, her hips rocking against him, grinding against his mouth.

“Fuck, yes, oh, Steve,” she moaned, wantonly. She held him in place by gripping his hair, wanting to get him as close as possible and hoping he didn’t pull away. “Oh god, r-right there…”

He alternated between paying attention to the bundle of nerves and her folds, moving his tongue faster. Short puffs of air left her as she became overwhelmed by what she was feeling, while he was like a man starved, relentless with his talented muscle as he brought her closer to the edge. She felt her core tighten and she knew she was close, her pelvis continuing to grind against him as she chased her release.

“Oh god, S-Steve, I-I’m close,” she cried out, her hands so tight in his hair she feared she’d pull out a few of those precious strands.

“Cum for me, honey, wanna feel it,” he muttered against her sex as he pulled away slightly, before he picked up where he left off.

She felt the pressure build up as waves of pleasure washed over her, and it was only a matter of moments before she fell over the edge, her arousal covering his tongue and mouth. He grunted against her as he lapped at everything she had to give him, making her shiver with a small moan leaving her. She breathed heavily as she giggled, her fingers combing his hair back while he shifted away slightly, their eyes meeting.

“That was…” she started, biting her lip to keep herself from grinning. She couldn’t stop herself though. “I think I saw stars.”

“Well, that was the goal,” he said, standing up between her legs, bringing them around his waist.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as his moved around her, pulling her close as they kissed, passionately. She moaned at the taste of herself on his lips, her arousal growing as they continued their embrace. They were too caught up in their need for each other to hear the bell above the entrance to the store ring.

“Hello? Anyone here?”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she ripped her mouth away from Steve’s, pushing him away and getting off the desk, picking up her jeans. He took his vest and put it on, as he was more decent than her at that point.

“You get ready, I’ll handle this,” he promised, kissing her cheek.

“Thank you,” she blushed. She loved how sweet he was and she couldn’t wait to see where things went with them.

He tucked his shirt back in, wiped his mouth and fixed his vest, looking her over once more and winking. She was amazing and he couldn’t believe that he finally got to be with her, but he was going to make sure he earned that. With one last look between them, he walked out of the office, clicking his fingers as he shook his head, smiling.

“So much for going home early.” 

[nolanfa]

Illustration for sara_holmes 's fic I'll keep you safe here with me (read it it's very good) Here on AO3

fill for @winterhawkbingo's prompt "target practice" fill for @allcapsbingo's prompt "Clint Barton" fill for @anyfandomgoesbingo's prompt "first day" fill for @marvelartparty's bingo's "complete a WIP"

Title: barn - Pairing : Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton - SFW - Medium: digital art - Description: Clint shooting his bow while Bucky watches.

[jessybarnes]

Fandom: The Gray Man

Title: Bound

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 782

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

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

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

Beta: Just Grammarly

Title Card: Yours Truly

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

"I told you to stay still, Sunshine."

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm admiring the view."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shake your head no and he chuckles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[blackwood4stucky]

call of the moon

author: aspen blackwood

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

word count: | complete

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

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

bingo fills + event prompts

@afgomegaversebingo | scent marking

@anyfandomangstbingo | werewolf au

@anyfandomdarkbingo | revenge

@anyfandomgoesbingo | breeding

@badthingshappenbingo | wiping the other’s tears away

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

creatures & cryptids: into the wilds bingo | lycan

@eclipsingbingo | first time

@fandombingo

mcu card | omegaverse rpf card | identity reveal

@fandom-free-bingo

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

@kinky-things-happen | knotting

@marvel-smash-bingo | free space

@multifandom-flash

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

@stuckybingo | free space

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | laceration

@ultimatechrisbingo | free space

@yearoftheotpevent | august: au of your choice

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

[sadbi-hours]

Title: Mama, this must be my dream

Pairing: Leo Fitz/ Jemma Simmons/ Daisy Johnson

Rating: NSFW (ish)

A/N: I like the original song best, but I used this cover for the lyrics below. You decide what fits best *wink*

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

Created For:

@anyfandomgoesbingo: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Custom Card- B1- Drunk Vegas Wedding

@anyfandomkinkbingo: G5- Hired Date

@fandombingo: I5- Leo x Jemma x Daisy

@fandom-free-bingo: [flight] -B5- Finding a Third

@thebo3bingo: N5- Sugar Baby

@lyricalescape: N3- Free Space

@thebutcherbingo: N2- Polyamory

Description:

Who's that lounging in my chair?

Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?

Mama, this surely is a dream, yeah - Sex and Candy (Cover) by Unions

One night changed everything. A hired date, a infamous sugar baby paid to shake up the scene at their friend Hunter's drunken wedding in Vegas.

It's all boiled down into that.

Fitz and Jemma's life together, turned into snippets spent in vegas with a sexual wildcat that's made everything so fucking complicated in one night.

They never meant to find a third; nevermind a hellion that's opened their eyes to the fact that maybe their marriage has been missing something all along.

And it's apparently missing one Daisy Johnson--and she had a hold over them. A leash that she had no plans of loosening the reins on.

And they don't want her too. She's the most fun either of them have had in ages.

[greenwichmeanlime]

Underwater (Steve/Bucky)

Title: Underwater Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (established relationship) Rating: Explicit Words: 7k Chapters: 5/5 Summary: Bucky has a bad day; Steve makes it better.

Modern AU with D/s elements (CEO Steve/grad student Bucky)! Established relationship, happy ending, daddy kink, edging, begging.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45791338

Chapter 1 created for @allcapsbingo | B5 "AU: No Powers" and for @mcukinkbingo | B4 “Character is a Dom” Chapter 2 created for @stuckybingo | G1 "Kink: Blindfolds" and for @anyfandomgoesbingo | G3 "Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes" Chapter 3 created for @mcukinkbingo | O4 "Kneeling" Chapter 4 created for @stuckybingo | B1 "Kink: Shower Sex" and for @anyfandomkinkbingo | B3 "Daddy Kink" Chapter 5 created for @stuckybingo | O2 "Kink: Orgasm Delay"

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America

Excerpt: Bucky moans around the gag as Steve runs one finger, slowly, along the line of his cock. His hands are digging into the sheets. He tries to hold himself still, but he feels himself straining toward Steve’s fingers, desperately trying to press his cock into his hand.

Steve slaps his ass, just once, lightly, more of a warning than anything else. “Hold still, sweetheart.”

Summary: Bucky has a bad day; Steve makes it better.

Warnings: None

Tags: Established Relationship, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, In all universes there is one constant and that is Steve’s perpetual hard-on for Bucky, Dom Steve Rogers, Mean Top Steve Rogers, Not really just like in a sexy way, CEO Steve Rogers, Bearded Steve Rogers, Horny Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Grad Student Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes is the sweetest pass it on, Porn with Feelings, and I mean a lot of porn and a lot of feelings, Off-Screen Kink Negotiation, Dom/sub, BDSM as Mental Healthcare, Catharsis, Light Bondage, Wrist Cuffs, Ball Gags, Blindfolds, Daddy Kink, Butt Plugs, Weighted Plugs, Light Spanking, Light Humiliation, Praise Kink, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Begging, Crying, Mentioned Cock Warming, Shower Sex, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Overstimulation, Sleepy Sex, Crymaxing

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45791338

[shield-agent78]

Educational Desire

Parring: Debbie (OC) x Steve Rogers, Debie x Bucky Barnes, Debie x Peter Parker

Rating: Explicit 

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: NSFW, professor/student relations, language, flirtation, alcohol use, light BDSM, foursomes, voyeurism, oral sex (female and male receiving), anal sex, fingering, vaginal sex

Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor? 

Chapter 6 of 6

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights   All characters in this story are over 21.

Created For: @julybreakbingo / heavy breathing/grunting/groaning/grunting/gasping / foreplay @pparkerbingo/ kink discovery I5  @ultimatechrisbingo / that’s America's Ass  N4 @anyfandomgoesbingo / title of your sex tape B2

“Have you jerked off today? If not, I want to help you.” Debbie’s new self confidence is extremely sexy. Her words dripped like honey. Her eyes focused upon Steve as to challenge him to make his long anticipated move. 

Steve’s smirk tells Deb he finds it irresistible as hell. “No, baby girl, I haven’t. I rather cum in you.” His ocean blue eyes run over her body, sending delightful shivers down to her core. 

She takes a step closer to Steve, who is now standing in the middle of the kitchen with a teasing smirk. “You’re a sassy ass.” 

“That’s America’s ass, to you.”

“Um, do you realize that sounds like the title to your sex tape.. if you had one, of course.” 

“What makes you think I don’t, Doll?” Now it was her turn to blush. She felt the heat reach her cheeks, knowing Steve was getting to her. 

Buck leans his back on the bar, sipping his whisky. “You walked right into that one,” he jokes.

“Oh, who asked you anyway?” Deb mutters, trying to gain composure. 

Bucky places the tumbler onto the counter. He makes three large strides towards Deb. “You were the one who asked me to judge this little flirting match of yours.” He runs his hungry eyes over her body, his cock twitching in anticipation.  “Considering we all have put the moves on you, doll face, I don’t understand why we haven’t got a room and fucked it out yet.” 

“With lots of cums from me, baby,” adds Peter from his seat.

Buck re-approaches her again with his play, as his voice drops an octave as he asks, "Are you a morning person or a moaning person? Can we figure it out?" He thumbs Deb’s lower lip, making her blush while her goddess fans herself swooning. Bucky smirks at his success, backing up once more, leaning against the counter.  

The guys didn’t play fair. They had her turned on her body, wanting them to take her now. She gains her composure, clearing her throat nervously. “You just might find out, Sergeant Barnes.” Her voice slightly shakes with anticipation. Bucky gives her a wink, adjusting himself with his right hand to relieve the pressure of his growing erection. 

Peter bites his bottom lip while undressing Debbie with his eyes. "Are you my homework? Because I wanna slam you on a desk and do you twice because I put my name in the wrong place.” He knows with just one glance he has won her over. “Stupid geography test….”

Oh, God, what had she gotten herself into? Debbie thinks as her inner goddess applauses and pats Deb on the shoulder. Good girl, you got them to prove their points! Now, go get them!  “You guys are to the point.” 

“Nope, it’s amazing how long we can last,” Steve adds. Deb's mind echoes the previous question, she thought to herself.

Steve and Bucky exchange glances. Buck nods towards Peter. “I’m game. Pete, how about you?” 

“Anything Deb wants is perfect with me. Besides, a hottie in my bed is always well-treated.” His lust-filled eyes run over her body. Debbie backs up nervously while her inner goddess is giving a fist pump.

Steve salutes up to her, grabbing hold of her waistband, not letting her back away from him. His lips meld with hers and that’s all it takes for her to melt. Bucky and Pete senses it immediately, stripping quickly. She’s lost in his kiss as he backs her up to the small dinette table. He lifts her effortlessly upon the table and then pulls off her pants. 

 "I'm buying you skirts from now on," Bucky whispers into Debbie’s ear as his teeth nip at her neck. 

Peter hastily unbuttons her blouse and the intimate lacy articles underneath. They are discarded to the floor, allowing him to enjoy a beautiful view. His eagerness slowed as he cups her soft breasts, admiring them. “Fuck, your tits are beautiful, baby.” Debbie gasps as he latches his mouth on the right, giving it the love it deserves as his hand plays with her left nipple. 

Debbie’s fingers immediately go to Peter’s hair, tugging it gently, not wanting him to stop. As Peter moans during the act, the reverberations and sound causes the desire to pool in her lower abdomen.

Steve kneels before her. His naughty tongue circles her clit as two fingers dive into her divine wetness. “Fuck baby, all this for us?” Bucky palms his hard cock while his wet tongue dances with Debbie’s.

 She tilts her head backwards, a breathy “Ye-yes,” falling from her lips.

“Yes, what?” He demands. His thumb hovering over her sensitive nub, she could feel the heat from him but him not touching her clit caused her to whine.

“Y-es, Captain,”  she answers obediently.

“Good girl.”  Steve then rubs his thumb in circular motions on her clitoris. Giving the good girl what she deserves.

“Buck mmm — you need to feel how tight her pussy is.” 

“You want me to do that, baby girl?” Bucky husks against the shell of her ear, before nipping her lobe.

“Mm yes, Sergeant.��� 

“Which hand?” 

“Left,” she stutters.

 “Looks like our girl has a metal arm kink.” He moves to kneel beside Steve, who has removed his fingers, while keeping his hot tongue teasing her roused pearl.  Cool metal fingers dive into her warm pussy, causing an excited shudder to radiate through her body. “You’re so wet, Draga.” Buck curls his long fingers, pumping them slowly at first, then faster.

Debbie moans loudly, giving Peter’s tongue the chance to slither in and kiss her deeply.The sensual sounds from her causes his arousal to harden. Eagerly, he swallows each of her moans while he grasps his cock. “Looks like we are finding more kinks,” he states after breaking the kiss.

The overstimulation from the men sends desire coursing through her veins as she comes undone under the special care of her lovers. Bucky maintains eye contact with her, removes his fingers and licks them. 

Peter picks Debbie up, carrying her into his bedroom as the others follow.  He lays her on the bed like an honored porn star as the three climb onto the mattress. Deb sits up, motioning to the men with a come hither finger, scooting back with a teasing smile. 

Peter grabs her ankle, pulling her gently toward the three as she giggles. “Baby, tell us what you want.” Her eyes darken with excitement. 

“I want you to fuck my mouth. Steve to fuck my pussy and Bucky to fuck my ass.” 

Steve’s eyes darken as he gets comfortable on the bed. He pats his lap pulling Debbie to straddle his waist. She runs her eyes over his girth's length. “All aboard, Sweetheart, it’s all yours.” She leans down to kiss him as her fair falls around his face like a veil. Her pussy welcoming his length as one would a long-lost friend. Steve places his hands upon her waist. 

Bucky grabs the lube from the nightstand, running a generous amount over his flesh, fingers pumping them into her ass. Deb whimpers as he replaces them with his cock.  Steve begins to thrust upward and Bucky inward. 

Peter moves close holding his weeping cock to her lips. Deb licks her lips and then takes him into her moist mouth. “Ohhh fuck,” he curses,as he grasps her hair and tugs it tightly.

Pornographic noises radiate through the small space. Steve helps her ride him with ease. Bucky thrusts into his lover, making sure they are both satisfied. Peter fucks her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The way her body takes each man has them panting. Steve’s cock presses against her sweet spot while Deb bucks her hips backwards towards Bucky. Her body is close to unbridled passion. 

Steve fondles her breasts, moaning while Bucky reaches around to rub her clit. Peter places one hand on her neck, adding a small amount of pressure. One more thrust has her body quaking around her lovers. Steve and Bucky have filled her with their cum, nestled deep inside her.  The warm sensation causes Debbie to moan loudly around Peter's cock. He hits the back of her throat, his hot cum coating its prize. 

Debbie collapses, her body spent.   Steve cuddles her close to his chest as they come down from their highs. Fingertips run gently over her back. 

Bucky retrieves a wet cloth for each cleaning Debbie first. She hums gratefully, keeping her eyes closed as the moist fabric grazes her lady parts.  He lays down beside Steve resting a hand on Debbie’s ass. Peter lies on the opposite side of Steve beside Debbie, resting his arm around her waist. 

“Hi, princess—” Peter brushes her sweaty hair out of her face, kissing her gently on her lips. Steve plants a kiss upon her forehead, as well as Bucky.

“Mmm, hi,” she opens her eyes slightly, gazing upon Peter’s face. 

“Rest, we’ll be here when you wake up,” Peter reassures her. Deb smiles softly, her eyes fluttering close. It’s only moments before falling asleep in her lovers arms. 

[granatkoroleva]

The Hunt

Read on Ao3

Pairing ➱ Dad's Best Friend! Silver Fox! Bucky Barnes x Graduate!Steve

Word Count ➱ 4K

Fandom ➱ Marvel

Rating ➱ E

Tags ➱ Modern AU, Holidays, Age Difference, Older Man/Younger Man, Steve is 23, Bucky is 46, Pining, Fluff, Dirty talk, Explicit Sexual Content, Kink, Exhibitionism, Spit As Lube, Happy Ending

Summary ➱

Steve carefully hid the last Easter egg, a sly grin on his face as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Then, he spun around, nearly colliding with Bucky, who had been watching him by the shed door with a bemused expression. Steve glanced at the house, butterflies in his stomach. If this went wrong, it could be terrible for not only Steve but also for Bucky and his dad’s decades-long friendship.

Square + Prompt ➱

Ⓝ ⓸ + Holidays [April Adoptable] | All Caps Bingo | Card # AC 1094 | All Caps Bingo Masterlist @allcapsbingo

Ⓝ ⓶ + Silver Fox Bucky | Stucky Bingo | Card # R40101 | Stucky Bingo Masterlist @stuckybingo

Ⓝ ⓹ + "𝐁𝐞𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭." | AFG Kink Bingo | @anyfandomkinkbingo

Ⓑ⓸ + Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers | @anyfandomgoesbingo

Created for @lgbtqbingo | + Dirty Talk

Author's Note ➱ Mood-board made myself | Masterlist | AO3 |

[buckys-zomdoll]

Blood for Love

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Written For: Any Fandom Goes Bingo

A/N: I do not own the pictures used, Lilianna belongs to me. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated.  Please note this is a work of fiction, just because something is written doesn’t mean I as a writer agree with or condone it. Thank You. Any mistakes are my own.

A/N 2: Dividers made by the amazing @firefly-graphics​. 

Beta’d by: myself. Any mistakes are my own

Summary: Lilianna lies and tells her younger sister she has a boyfriend, and now she has to find one before family dinner. After a sketchy encounter with a bar owner she strikes a deal.

Word Count: 4,063

Pairings: Lilianna (OFC) x Klaus Mikaelson 

Warnings: Blood Drinking, Smut, Choking, Oral receiving, Angst, Fluff, 18+. 

Filled: @anyfandomgoesbingo: Hired Date

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“Lily!” Her sister ran up to her, hugging her as she stepped out of her car. “I’m so glad you decided to come shopping with me, we have lots to discuss.” 

Lilianna hugged her sister back. “I don’t understand why we couldn’t discuss it on Saturday at family dinner, but whatever.” She locked her door then headed towards the mall, her sister walking beside her.

“Because, Lil. We have things to talk about that I don’t want mom to know.” 

“Abigail, Jacob didn’t get you pregnant did he?”

Abigail laughed “No, no. Although I think he might be close to proposing. Oh he’s such a great guy.” 

Lilianna rolled her eyes “Sure sure. So then what don't you want mom to know?” 

Abigail stopped walking “I want to help you find happiness, It’s getting close to Valentine’s day and you need a boyfriend, someone that makes you as happy as Jacob makes me and I can set you up a dating profile-”

“Abi, stop. No, I don't need your help.”

“Look, you're my older sister Lily, I just think you need someone.” 

“Well I have someone so you don’t need to butt in.” Lilianna quickly walked off into the building, heading to the nearest store. 

Abigail caught up with her a few minutes later “What? You have a boyfriend, why haven’t you told us about him? Why haven’t we met him?”

Lilianna shrugged as she picked up a top to look at it “He’s busy, owns a bar and you always talk about Jacob.” 

Abigail took the shirt from her sister, getting her attention “I insist you bring him to dinner Saturday.” 

“Seriously Abi? That's family dinner, and it's short notice.My boyfriend is a busy business owner.” 

Abigail shrugged and put the top away. “Yes, Saturday mom would be thrilled to meet your boyfriend and so would I, and if he loves you he will do it.” 

“Fine, I’ll make it happen.” 

Abigail smiled “Good, I will let mom know you have a plus one, oh this is going to be great.” 

Lilianna nodded “Yup, great.” 

Lilianna spent the rest of the shopping trip listening to her sister talk about the possibilities of double dates and plans that the couples could do but she was more focused on wondering where and how she was going to find a date for Saturday. 

She didn’t feel great about lying to her sister, but she was tired of her meddling in her love life. Abigail meant well but she never picked out great guys and she wanted to meet someone on her own terms. 

After she said her goodbyes to her sister she headed out to some bars, hoping one of the owners would help her out. 

Lilianna sighed as she sat down at the last bar for the night, “Whiskey please.” most of the bars she had went to either the bosses weren’t there or they didn’t fit the picture she had in mind. 

The bartender handed her the drink “rough night?” 

“Yeah, you could say that” she wasn’t even going to bother asking about the owner at this place but after a moment she gave in “Hey, is the owner here?” 

The bartender nodded “Both of them are, which one do you need?” 

Both, great, probably a married couple. “Forget it.” she grabbed her wallet and stood, when she turned to leave she bumped into a guy. “I’m sorry.” 

“No worries, I’m one of the owners, did you need something?” 

The man was good looking, looked around her age and she noticed he didn’t have a wedding band. “Out of curiosity, who do you run this place with?” 

The man chuckled “My brother, is that what you needed?” 

“No, Uh.” She laughed nervously “do you have an office or somewhere private we could talk?” 

“Sure, follow me.” 

Lilianna followed him outside the bar and down an alley, part of her screamed it wasn’t worth it but she continued on. 

He stopped and turned “This is the quietest place we will find in New Orleans tonight, at least until a drunk couple shows up.” 

She nodded “Right, I’ll get to the point. I'm Lilianna and-” she sighed “I told my sister I was dating a bar owner so that she would quit meddling in my love life and now she wants me to bring my non-existent boyfriend to family dinner on Saturday.” 

The guy laughed, “And you want me to be your boyfriend?” 

“Just one night, and I will pay you, I have a thousand dollars saved up which probably isn’t much to you seeing as you own a bar.” 

“Lilianna, I appreciate the offer but-” the guy paused “You know what? Yeah Saturday works for me. I'm Niklaus, but people call me Klaus.” 

Lilianna smirked, “Can I call you Nik?” 

“No. Now what time is dinner on Saturday?” 

“Right, dinner is at six.” She pulled out a piece of paper from her purse and wrote down her number and the address. “Here’s my number and my moms address.” 

Klaus smirked as he took the paper. “I’ll text you later, so we can come up with how we met and how long we’ve been dating, and I will see you saturday.” He placed the paper in his pocket then walked off. 

She leaned against the wall for a moment, taking a breath. She got the date, and he was willing to work on a plan, all she needed to do was make sure everything went off without a hitch. 

Lilianna was staring at the clothes in her closet, wondering what outfit to wear. Usually she just wore shorts and a comfy t-shirt to her moms but this time she was showing up with a boyfriend. 

After about ten minutes of staring she picked out some jeans and a cute crop top her sister had bought her, something she had never worn before. Once she got dressed she fixed her hair and did her makeup making sure to look nice and girlfriendish as her sister would put it.

As it got closer to time for him to pick her up she paced, wondering if he was even going to show. She had already sent him the money and was starting to regret it, thinking she should have waited until after the date. 

Lilianna was about to get a drink from her fridge when there was a knock on her door, as she ran to answer it she stumbled and almost fell, catching herself on the small table that was by the door, she steadied her breath and opened the door. “Hey Klaus.”

“Everything ok? A lot of noise was going on.” Klaus smirked. 

“Oh yeah, all good. Ready?” 

He looked at her up and down “Yeah I’m ready, are you?”

She grabbed her small purse from the table and her keys. “Ready.” 

Klaus opened the car door for her, “That's a really nice outfit, although you didn’t have to wear makeup.” 

She smiled as she got in. “Thanks I don’t usually wear this kind of top, and no offense but all guys say you don't gotta wear makeup but we all know it makes us look better.” 

Klaus laughed “Not all guys are like that.” he winked as she shut the door and went around. 

When they got to her moms Abigail was standing on the porch, her boyfriend right beside her. She took a deep breath and stepped out. “Hey Abi, Hey Jacob.” 

Jacob smiled, “Hey Lily.” 

“Lily, tell your boyfriend to get out. No need to be shy.” Abigail smirked as she walked towards them. 

When Klaus got out Abigail stopped dead in her tracks. “Woah, you didn’t tell me he was hot. Honestly Lil, I thought he was fake or ugly since you’ve been hiding him.”

Klaus laughed. “That’s my fault, I’ve been busy.” 

Lilianna nodded “Like I told you, he’s a busy man.” 

Abigail linked her arm with Lilianna “well let’s get inside so mom can see this hunk of a man you brought home.” 

Once she stepped inside her mother hugged her “Lily, i’m so happy you made it- where’s your plus one?” Her mother looked until she spotted Klaus right outside the door smiling, “Oh my, it’s cold outside, hurry and come in.” 

Klaus nodded and slowly stepped inside, closing the door behind him, then grabbing Lilianna’s  mother’s hand and kissing the back of it “thank you so much for allowing me to join your family dinner.” 

“Oh my, aren’t you sweet. Lily, you got yourself a good one.” She smiled, “I’m Beth.” 

“Lovely to meet you Beth, I’m Niklaus but you can call me Klaus.” 

“Well let’s quit just standing around and head to the kitchen, James is going to love you.” 

They all followed Beth to the kitchen, she sat down beside a man. Abigail and Jacob sat across from them and Lilianna sat beside her mom, leaving  the end spot open for Klaus. 

“Klaus, this is James, Lily and Abi’s dad. James, Honey this is Klaus he’s Lily’s boyfriend.” Beth spoke once everyone was seated. 

James looked at Klaus “Pleasure to meet you, so how did you and my daughter meet?” 

Klaus took a drink of the water in front of him before speaking. “She came into my bar one night looking stunning and I felt like I had to talk to her. We sat down and talked for hours. I ended up asking her on a date and we’ve been together ever since.” 

Abigail looked at Lilianna “Since when do you go to bars.” 

Lilianna shrugged, “You keep buying me cute tops. I thought I’d wear them somewhere.” 

Jacob rolled his eyes. “It’s hard to believe you’ve been dating for two months and we didn’t know about you until now.” 

Klaus nodded “I understand, but Lilianna and myself wanted to keep things under wraps until we’ve been together longer.” 

Beth shook her head “A shame, but I understand. Our Lily hasn’t had the best luck with men. Did you know she used to date Jacob?” 

“Mom!” Abigail glared at Beth. “That isn’t something me or Lily like to talk about.” 

“I actually did know that, and as I told your daughter she deserves someone that won't look at her sister that way.” Klaus smirked.

Abigail nervously chuckled “It wasn’t like that, I didn’t intentionally steal him” Lilianna rolled her eyes at that comment as Abigail continued on “It just happened.” 

Klaus, noticing the eye roll, laughed “I’m sure, well that’s fine because you taking him from her allowed us to meet and I'm madly in love with her.” 

Abigail smiled, “Good, then we should do a double date for Valentine’s.” 

Lilianna hurried and finished the bite in her mouth “We can’t, he’s busy.” 

“Oh come on, if he’s really in love with you he would miss work for an important holiday.” Abigail smirked as she took a drink. 

Klaus put his hand on Lilianna’s knee and looked at Abigail.  “I had planned something alone for the two of us but I'm sure I can push it back a little for dinner with you and Jacob.” 

Lilianna sighed, she didn’t have any more money to offer him. She looked at Klaus. “But love, I thought you were going to be busy?” 

Klaus shrugged “I only told you that so you wouldn’t know I was planning something special.” 

Abigail clapped, “Great, it’s settled, the four of us will do dinner on Valentines.” 

“Greaaat, I can’t wait to spend Valentine's Day with my sister, her boyfriend and mine-” she downed the water and stood up “I’m tired mom, mind if me and Klaus head back?” 

Beth stood and hugged her daughter “not at all, have a safe drive back.” 

The drive back to her house was quiet, she didn’t say anything until he was parked in front of her building. “Wanna come in for some coffee?” 

“Sure.” Klaus shut the car off and stepped out. “Just so you know you have to invite me in.” 

“Uh, weird but okay.” Lilianna shrugged and unlocked her door. “Klaus, come on in.” 

“Thank you, Lilianna.” He stepped inside as she headed towards the kitchen.

She stayed silent until she had the coffee pot going. “So uh I can’t pay you anymore money. I’ll just tell Abi I ended things.”

Klaus stepped closer to her. “Don’t worry  about the  money.” 

“You mean you’d do it for free?” Lilianna started to smile. 

Klaus smirked and closed the space between them, her back against the counter. “I didn’t say that.” 

She gulped “Uh I’m sorry I won't pay with sex.” 

Klaus laughed, sending chills down her back. “Oh pet, you can pay me in your blood.” 

“I’m sorry what?” Lilianna started to panic “Are you some serial killer, a freak with a blood fetish? Oh my god, I'm going to die.” 

She met Klaus’s eyes and small veins started to appear, as he flashed her his fangs. “You won’t die…. yet.” 

“What-”

Klaus chuckled.“Always the same response from you humans, I like you. I find your bravery of hiring a stranger interesting and I will continue to be your boyfriend in exchange for blood.” 

“If I say no?” Lilianna’s voice cracked.

“Then you die.” Klaus shrugged.

“All I do is give you some blood, and you go to family things with me as my boyfriend, but if I say no then you kill me?”

“Pretty much.” one of his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him and moving some of her hair, exposing a side of her neck. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt much.” 

“N-not there” She sighed “If we do this you can't bite somewhere that it can be seen.Please.” 

Klaus nodded “Then take off your shirt.” 

Lilianna took a deep breath before moving her hands to the bottom of her shit “It won't hurt?” 

“Not at all.” 

She nodded and lifted her shirt above her head and let it drop to the floor, her heart racing as Klaus stared at her for a moment before digging his fangs right above her left breast, a moan escaping her lips. 

The second she had moaned Klaus had her on the counter, her hands rested on the counter and her head leaned back as he fed. It was clear to her, to both of them she was enjoying it as much as he was. 

When he pulled away she couldn’t help but let out a small sigh, causing Klaus to chuckle. She looked at him, blood - her blood was still on his lips. “So that’s it? Did you still want cof-” 

Klaus kissed her, cutting her off. Her hands wrapped around him as they kissed, she wanted him and she had no clue why. She knew she should be terrified, vampires were real and she had found one- had made a deal with one. But all she wanted was for this man to take her right then. 

He broke away from the kiss. “No, I don’t want coffee. I’ll see you on Valentine's day.” He winked and left. 

She stood in her bathroom looking in the mirror, she had her hair up nicely and found a pretty red dress for the date. She was putting in rose earrings when she heard a knock. She looked at her watch then grabbed her phone and purse then headed to the door, opening it. “You’re early.” 

Klaus licked his lips, smirking “You look....delicious.” 

Her heart raced and she could feel her face starting to flush. “Thanks. We should go.” 

He stepped in, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to him. “But I’m early, you said so yourself.” 

“B-but my dress is thin strapped, and the back is open- I just don’t see how I could hide a bite mark.” 

He pressed his lips to hers for a moment, just as she melted into it he pulled away. “Your thighs are covered.” 

Before she could protest or come up with an excuse he picked her up effortlessly, walked into the kitchen and set her on the counter. She held in her breath as his hands moved her dress up and gripped her legs, moving them just enough. Her hands clutched the edge of the counter as he bit down on the inside of her right thigh. 

Once again she couldn’t help but let out a moan, leaning her head back and relaxing. After a few minutes he stopped, licking the blood off his lips as he fixed her dress and helped her off the counter, allowing her to steady herself before letting go. 

She kept quiet as she picked her phone and purse off the floor and headed out. Getting to his car, Klaus quickly opened her door once she was in he shut it and went around. 

The car ride to the restaurant was quiet, she wasn’t sure what to say, it wasn't like she could have told him no or to stop, she had made a deal, and it wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy it. If she was being honest she didn’t even want to go out anymore, she wanted to be in her bed with him. 

After Klaus parked the car he was out and getting to her door before she could unbuckle. “How does no one notice your speed?”

Klaus shrugged, “no one really pays attention.” 

Her sister and Jacob were already at the table waiting, Abigail smiled and waved “Lil, Klaus!” 

Klaus pulled her chair out for her and pushed it in before sitting next to her. “Sorry if we made you wait, Lilianna just looked too delicious.” 

She felt her face getting hot, Abigail laughed “no worries, we like just got here. We haven’t even ordered drinks yet.” 

Jacob nodded in agreement. “We were thinking of a red wine though.” 

Klaus looked at Lilianna as he spoke “that would be fine.” 

She stood up “excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.” she rushed off, getting to the bathroom she looked in the mirror and took deep breaths. 

When she stepped out she bumped into Jacob. “Hey Lily, can we talk?” 

“I guess.” 

“I don’t like Klaus, something is off about him” 

She scoffed “oh that's rich coming from you, look I happen to love that man and you probably don’t like him because unlike you he’s a gentleman.” 

Jacob sighed “I just hope you know what you’re doing.” 

She walked past him, stopping a moment when she saw how close her sister had gotten to Klaus. She took a deep breath and continued on. “Abi, you’re in my seat.” 

Abigail looked flustered and scooted over “I’m sorry, I was just getting to know your boyfriend.” 

Klaus stood up “Actually, she started hitting on me the second Jacob left, I think we should go, Lilianna.” 

Abigail chuckled nervously “It wasn’t serious Lily, I just wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you. He passed the test.” 

“He didn’t need to be tested Abi, and honestly I don’t believe you.” she grabbed Klaus’s hand “we’re going to go and do what Nikky originally had planned for us.” 

When they got to the car he pinned her to the door, his hand around your throat. “If I told you not to call me Nik, what makes you think I’d allow Nikky.” 

“I was just trying to be cute," she breathed. 

He growled and let go of her neck, moving her aside and opening the door “Don’t do it again.” 

She nodded and sat down. She was both scared and turned on by what had just happened. She sighed and looked out the window. 

Once they were in her apartment she tossed her wallet and phone on the table and turned to him. “Okay get it over with.” 

He stepped close to her, sliding a strap off her shoulder “you sure you want me to just get it over with?” 

She wanted to say yes,so that he would leave and let her be alone. But she found herself undoing the zipper of her dress, staring at him as it dropped to the floor. 

He licked his bottom lip and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed, kissing her hungrily as he groped her breast. 

After a few seconds he broke the kiss and moved down, moving one of his hands and replacing it with his mouth. She let out a breath, after a while he switched and moved to the other one. Lilianna relaxed fully, 

Klaus kissed her stomach, moving down and biting her thigh in the same spot as before. She let out a moan and gripped the sheets. 

She sighed when he pulled away, she sat up, watching him lick her blood from his lips. “Klaus” 

“Hmm?” He looked at her. 

“Don’t go, it’s just last time you fed and then left and-” 

He chuckled “and this time you want more? Tell me what exactly it is you want, Lilianna.” 

 “You.” She whispered

He pinned her down, his hand around her throat “Are you positive?” 

She thought for a moment, she knew she should say no but her body wanted- no her body  needed him. All she could manage was a small nod. 

His free hand moved down her chest, down her stomach and slid in her underwear, she held her breath and waited. He kissed her deeply, his fingers rubbing her clit a moment before inserting. She moaned into the kiss. 

When her breathing picked up he broke the kiss and removed his hands, moving down and removing her underwear, tossing them to the floor. She bit her bottom lip as she waited, sitting up just enough to watch him removing his own clothes. 

He kissed the bite mark, making eye contact with her as he spread her legs. She laid down and closed her eyes, gasping when she felt his tongue. 

She bit her bottom lip holding in her moans, his tongue moving in all the right ways. Her breathing got slightly heavier as she finally gave in and let out a moan. 

Her hands clung to the sheet as he continued. “Klaus-” she moaned. Her knees bent up as she tried not to cum. “Klaus, Please” she breathed. 

He pulled away, She opened her eyes just as he got on top of her and  pressed his cock against her, she wrapped her arms around him “Do it, please” she begged.

He lined up with her entrance and rammed inside her. She let out a moan as she dug her nails into his back, he gripped her throat and rammed harder. Another moan escaped her lips as he went faster, her legs wrapped around him. He went hard again. 

Moaning loudly as her head went back, she was breathing heavily and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Klaus gripped tighter on her throat. “Not yet,” he growled. 

His free hand moved her hands from him, pinning them above her head as he rammed into her again. 

“Fuccck” she moaned. “I can’t-”

He pressed his lips to hers, pulling away “Not yet.” he sped up. 

Her toes curled as she felt herself about to cum, letting out a loud moan as he moved faster “Please”

He rammed into her hard again, her legs falling off him and her knees bending up as her toes curled. He continued, going harder with each move. 

He rammed into her again “Alright, cum for me.” He moved faster, she moaned loudly as she finally let herself release, panting as he continued. He rammed into her a few more times before letting himself release then rolling off her. 

“Wow.” she looked over at him and smiled “that was - I should have just let you do that the first night we met”’ 

Klaus laughed. “It was fun, and you taste delicious, I'm not just talking about your blood.” 

“Well, I would be down to do all this again. Maybe you would agree to be my real boyfriend?” 

“You have weird ways of asking things.” 

“Okay, Klaus. Will you wanna be my boyfriend?” 

“I don’t really do the dating thing, but you can be my pet and continue to call us boyfriend and girlfriend to your family.” 

She sighed “okay fine.” she could start out like that, eventually she could get him to fall in love with her, right?

[holylulusworld]

Very tight places - Kinktober 3

Summary: You're stuck with a soulless Sam again.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Square 8 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Amnesia

Square 6 filled for @samwinchesterbingo: Dirty Talk

Warnings: soulless!Sam being his asshole self, cheating (kinda), smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of anal sex, creampie, claustrophilia, blasphemie

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Claustrophilia

Words:

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Catch up here: Cramped (1) & Tight places (2)

Six months later you are still hunting with Dean and Sam. You didn’t want to leave the elder Winchester alone with his soulless brother. 

Who are you trying to kid? The ugly and embarrassing truth is, that you can’t stay away from Sam for too long.

He’s intoxicating. You’re high on him, and the way he fucks you. If you had an ounce of dignity left, you’d tell the bastard to fuck off. But you are too far gone to care.

Most nights, you let him do unspeakable things to you. Dean stumbled in on you and his brother, calling you sick more than once. He wrinkles his nose anytime Sam gropes you in front of his brother.

Sam has no filter. In any way. When it comes to sex, he doesn’t care if you are in the middle of a case, at a hospital, or buying groceries. Sam wants you, and he gets you.

Anytime. Anywhere.

“Sam, what are we doing here, dressed in the cheapest costumes we could find,” you grumble as Sam decides you must play nun and priest to solve your latest case. 

Dean is out and about to find Death. Not to die this time, but to convince Death himself to help him get Sam’s soul back. 

Sam is not amused. He wants to stay like this. New and improved. Deadly, focused, and with a sexual appetite making even Dean blush.

“I look ridiculous. They will not believe I’m a nun.” Glancing around the almost empty church you sigh. At least there are not many people around to witness your poor performance.

“Why?” Sam resists the urge to grope your ass. Seeing you in your nun costume got him rock-hard. If not for the case he wants to solve, he’d have you bent over the altar already. “We look just the same as the priest I knocked out to get his clothes.”

“You did what?” you stop in your tracks to gape at Sam. “Please tell me you didn’t knock a priest out, Samuel Winchester. I don’t want to go to hell only because you have no impulse control.”

Sam smirks darkly. “You are so cute when mad,” he dips his head to whisper, “not so cute while you writhe on my fat cock. You’re a whore, not a saint. I know how you like it. Dirty and rough.”

“Sam, can you for once not think about your dick?” You growl. “We still need to find the monster killing the people at the church. Sadly, the only witness still suffers from amnesia.”

“That’s where you come in,” Sam purrs. “I didn’t want you to wear this iconic tunic only for fun. You are the one taking Sister Margaret’s place. You’ll fit in just fine.”

“I don’t want to play the next victim for the monster. Which by the way, you still didn’t identify, Sam. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent the last night at the bar with that blonde,” you snap at the hunter. You don’t give a shit if your blow your cover. Sam won’t get away with treating you like a random bitch he can fuck and leave afterward.

“Y/N, be honest with me,” he chuckles at your angry expression, “are you jealous because you are in love with me?“

“You wish,” you walk away, too angry to be around Sam today. Are you jealous? Of course, you are. Sam and you spent the last months together. Most of the time in the sheets. But last night, he told you to leave and didn’t return until early in the morning.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” Sam mocks you. “I know you love me. You draw hearts and imagine walking down the aisle while I wait for you to give you the ring.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you turn back around to snap at Sam. “I can’t wait for Dean to get your soul back. The moment you have it back, I’m gone. Don’t believe I stuck around for you and your limp dick. I did it for Dean because he’s a good man. Always was.”

“You want my brother?” His features darken, and you can see the change in Sam’s eyes. You take a step back. You know the look in his eyes. It’s the same one you see when he’s about to attack a monster. “Well, too bad. He can’t have you.”

“He can have me if he wants me.” It’s your turn to pay Sam back for all the times you asked yourself if he’s with some other girl. “Just like you had that pretty little thing last night.”

Sam snorts. “She was boring and wanted to go on a date first.” He casually says. As if this excuses his behavior, and how he treated you last night. “Come. I show you something nice.”

“Sam, I’m not in the mood for one of your games. Let’s just solve this case and we can go our separate ways. I stuck around far longer than I intended to.” You huff as Sam once again, ignores your protests. He grabs you by your arm and drags you toward the confession booth.

“Sam! What are you doing?” 

“Shush now, I saw someone,” he pushes you inside the booth and closes the door behind him. You gulp. You’re stuck in a tight place with Sam again. “Do you have your gun?”

“What kind of question is that Winchester? I’m not an idiot!”

“Good. Stay in here and wait for me,” he turns around to look at you. Something flashes in his eyes before he turns around to leave the booth. Not without telling you to lock it, though…

You’re gnawing at your nails. Sam left you at the confession booth half an hour ago, and now you don’t know if you left the booth to help him or not. 

You press your ear to the door, listening to your breathing. There is not a sound, and you wonder if Sam messed with you and just left the church.

“Open the door,” Sam knocks at the door, “now.”

“Fuck, Winchester,” you curse, but unlock the door to drag Sam inside. He closes it behind him once again and releases an annoyed huff as you check him for injuries. 

“You can't wait to put your hands on me again, huh?” Sam turns around to look you up and down. “You know,” he licks his lips. His large hands shoot toward your face to cradle it for a moment, “I think you should confess your sins to me, my dear.”

“I said I’m not in the mood for one of your games,” you pout and cross your arms over your chest. “Why did you leave me in here, all alone? Did you find the monster?”

“I fucked the nuns and gave them a good spanking,” Sam deadpans. “What do you think I did? I kept you safe. The monster wasn’t here. We will find them, though.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“And you are still my whore. My brother can’t have you,” he moves his hand to your throat. “Say it.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish I would,” he chuckles as you claw at the hand holding your throat in a tight grip. “OR maybe I should remind you of your worth. Turn around, lift your tunic, sister. I want to see your cunt.”

“No.”

“Do it or I swear I’ll drag you out of here and fuck you on the altar like I wanted to,” he warns. You know Sam is not joking. If you don’t do as he says, he’ll drag you out and have his way with you on the altar.

He drops his hand from your throat, smirking as you slowly turn around. You shove the black tunic up your body to reveal your ass to him. 

“I hate you so much.”

“No panties,” Sam moves his hand between your legs to find you dripping for him. “you’re such a whore for me. I can’t believe I found someone like you.”

You should knee his balls and just leave him there. Instead, you press your hands against the wooden wall and brace yourself for Sam’s massive cock. He’s not a fan of foreplay when he’s like that. 

“My whore.” He runs his large hand over your back, down to your ass. “Look at you, ready to have my cock. I think I’ll go for your ass today.”

You suck in a breath. It’s always a struggle to take him up your ass. Especially when he’s impatient. 

“Here?”

“Aw, my little cockslut loves having me up her ass, huh?” His pants drop to the ground before you can even choke out a moan. Sam is on you in a blink. One hand moves between your legs to slap your pussy. “Answer me!”

“YES!”

“Louder!”

“I love your cock up my ass,” he slaps your pussylips again, and again until your tender flesh throbs and you soak his hand. “I want to feel it all the time.”

“Beg me,” he slings his arm around your throat. “Y/N, I’m not asking,” Sam growls in your ear. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please give me your cock, Father Winchester,” he bends your body to his will and rams himself inside of your leaking cunt.

“Fuck,” Sam is not gentle. All he gives you is his free hand between your legs to toy with your clit. He snaps his hips into your ass, making you cry out with every deep thrust. “I love it when cry a little.”

“Ass-hole,” you press your hands hard against the wooden wall. “I hate you so much.”

Sam doesn’t care about your words, or that you soak his cock only a few thrusts later. He batters your cunt, hoping to force another orgasm out of you to make you see that only he can fulfill your desires.

“You make the sweetest noises when I fuck you,” he nips at your earlobe, teeth sinking in your flesh to tug at it. You moan and push back onto him. Sam knows exactly which buttons he must push to get what he wants. “I’m going to fill this cunt up again.”

You hiss his name when your body sizes up. You tremble in his arms and close your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. When he fucks you like this, from behind you can pretend it’s the real Sam, not the broken version of the hunter.

“You’re such a good slut for me, Y/N. I’ll never let you go,” his words a more threat than a promise. His hips begin to stutter. “Open that pussy for me, take my cum…”

You don’t know how you made it out of the church without getting caught. Sam’s cum ran down your thighs as he dragged you out of the place you stained with your sins.

Back at the motel, you try to make him talk to you. Sam sits across you, just staring at you.

“Sam, we still need to find the monster.” You sigh as he ignores you. “SAM! The monster.”

“It was a hoax,” he shrugs and drops his eyes to your legs. “I wanted to fuck you at a church in a confession booth.”

“There is no monster?” Your jaw drops. “You drove to the middle of nowhere, and forced me to wear a nun costume only for sex.”

“Roleplay, kitten. It’s essential to keep my dick hard.” He watches you squirm on the bed. “Be good and spread your legs. Let me see your tainted cunt.”

“Sam…can you just not be so crass all the time?” 

“I said,” he gets up from his seat to stand in front of your bed, “spread your legs and show me your well-fucked and cum stained cunt.”

“Fine,” you fall back onto the bed and spread your legs. “Satisfied.”

“Hmm…I don’t know,” he unbuckles his belt with one hand and shoves his pants down his legs. “I think you need more cum in your pussy…”

“Please tell me you got him out,” Dean looks at Death. 

“I got his soul, and we should hurry but,” Death looks Dean straight in the eyes, “I must warn you. This soul got ripped apart, and there is not much left of the brother you knew…

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

Shut Me Up

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Summary: Butcher needs information on a supe. He hates that he has to go to her to get them, especially because of how it ended last time. Fortunately, she’s easy to find. It’s not everyday that you see a woman amongst other bikers.

Pairing: Billy butcher x F!Biker!reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 1854

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, angry sex, p in v, facial

Square: @anyfandomgoesbingo​​ The Boys Custom card: enemies with sexual tension

A/N: Hey people! So this fic is for @fictional-affairs​​ 500 readers challenge! I had Biker!Reader as the AU character. Also, remember this is an AU, so some things don't follow the tv show!

He hated that he needed her help.

There was a big, endless list of people he could go to to ask for that favor. People he had by the balls, scared of what he knew about them, frightened of how much he could destroy their life with proof of their dirty little secrets.

Butcher could go anywhere, threaten some people, force them to spill out the beans, but yet, he ended up choosing to go to her. 

Maybe it was because he wanted to see her again, but then, no, it couldn't be the reason. She was everything he hated in someone, someone that wasn't a supe, that is.

Maybe he enjoyed being an ass, and it was so easy to piss her off.

Or maybe… the anger, the rage, even, she had to feel after what happened last night would be enough for her to say yes.

Finding her was easy. Already, a woman driving that kind of bike was not something he saw often. But a member of a biker gang? 

One of the chiefs, even?

Y/n was the only one.

"Bunch of cunts," was what Butcher thought as he approached the place. The thought was so loud, he could almost feel the words leave his lips.

"Hello lovely people. I'm here to see Y/n. I don't believe I have an appointment, though," he said instead.

The headquarters of the Bad Moon Rising gang was hidden in the far end of the state. At first glance, it looked exactly like a place where homeless people were living, well, if it wasn't for all the bikes resting at the entrance.

The moment Butcher pronounced the name of the woman, he was now circled by men, all ready to beat the shit out of him. It didn't matter what he wanted from Y/n. The simple fact he was there and said her name was enough to be sent to the hospital.

"Easy," Butcher sighed, lifting both hands in the air to show he meant no harm. "Here to talk, is all," he muttered next, but it didn't seem to calm down any of them.

"Everyone, put your dicks away," a feminine voice finally made from behind him. A shit eating cocky grin stretched Butcher's lips at only hearing her voice. "You're not welcome here, Butcher," she ended saying once all the other bikers were gone.

Butcher turned to her.

Not at all hiding his interest, he let his gaze wander up and down her body without any shame. Enemy or not, she was bloody sexy. 

"I'm not here to feel welcomed, luv," Butcher grinned as finally his eyes settled in hers. "I need infos. A favor."

"You always fucking need something," she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest. "I got nothing for you, get the fuck out."

She turned on her heels to leave but his voice made her stop immediately. What he said then immediately froze her.

"One of your guys got killed last night," he grinned, knowing he got her. As he spoke, Butcher walked closer to her and she didn't make any move to stop him. "I know who did it and why. What I want to know is… What you and your lovely gang or bikers know about him. And if you're finally ready to accept the deal I made to you 6 months ago. And then maybe, I would finally be able to catch the fucker."

Y/n was still frozen on the spot. The mention of the person they lost last night was still fresh, so fresh and painful, it was like Butcher was stabbing her in the back again and again. 

God, she hated him so fucking much. If she wanted to know who killed Zach, she had to make a deal with Butcher. Fucking hypocrite.

"Come in," she ended up saying. Without waiting for his answer, she headed towards her room, knowing he would follow.

-

"So," she said once they were in her room. The door was closed, locked, so if one of them wanted to kill the other, it would be too late for anyone to intervene. But right now, she didn't really want to kill him… Well, not unless all he said was bullshit. "Who."

"Soldier Boy," Butcher said, simply. His lips curved downwards, grimacing his clear disgust and anger just at saying the name of the supe. Y/n's body tightened with rage. "Cams took pics of what happened. I can send them to you if you don't believe me-"

"I believe you," she said. With the anger that was building inside of her, it was impossible for her to say more than those two words.

"He was bored, if you wanna know the reason," Butcher continued, staring at her, hoping to force a reaction out of her. Make that anger explode somehow. He knew it was boiling inside of her. Ready to explode at any time. "See, luv, that's why I wanted you so bad to join us." Taking a step forward the woman, he tapped his finger on her shoulder. "Those cunts kill because they are fucking bored. If your guys only agree to keep their eyes open when they drive around, with a little camera on their bike, we could have more evidence of what they're fucking doing. And this wouldn't happen again."

Until now, Y/n was staring out the window. Outside, bikers were walking around, pushing each other playfully, others were washing their bikes, it was peaceful here. Okay, sometimes they caused some chaos and drama here and there, did some not really legal stuff… but they never hurt or bother anyone. 

It was so fucking unfair.

And then, there was Butcher.

Butcher that came here, 6 months ago the first time, with a proposition. His group and him would defend and protect her gang if her guys would accept to add cams to their bikes and film everywhere they went.

She answered they could take care of themselves alone and he could go fuck himself.

The second time he came around, it was to ask for help. The latest guy in his group was in deep shit, and he knew for a fact one of the bikers had evidence that could get him out of trouble. She accepted to give it to him, and to thank her, he fucked her hard, right here in this room, pinned against the wall.

The third time, it was her time to ask for help. There was a war between gangs, and she needed more arms to fight and get back her territory. It wasn't something Butcher did usually, but because he owned her, he accepted. With two men and a woman, he arrived to the fight, and Y/n was about to beat him for showing up with only 3 people when she witnessed them fight.

They won.

Between Butcher and her, it was more hate than love. He worked for the CIA, fought supes, and her, well, she was against the law in a way. 

But in the end, they were even. Until today.

The day after a fucking supe, the cunts Butcher were hunting, killed one of hers.

"Okay," she said.

Butcher blinked multiple times, clearly not expecting her to accept so easily. "That is an unexpected answer, luv, and here I was with more to offer to you," he muttered, walking even closer to her now.

What could she do? She was pissed. Angry. So fucking angry, at the supes, at that supe that killed Zach, at Butcher for always getting what he wanted…

She pinned him to the wall of her place, and it was so sudden and brutal, she could hear his breath getting cut at the impact.

"Shut the hell up," she ordered. But her mouth could say one thing, her eyes were telling a different story. And as her hands tightened around Butcher's stupid Hawaiian shirt, hey gaze shifted down to stare at his lips.

"Shut me up yourself, dove." His lips curved up when he said that, grining. Clearly, he knew what he was doing to her, what power he had on her. Anger mixed with arousal and the simple and primal need…

Her lips crashed on his, effectively shutting him up. No more words left his mouth, well nothing else that grunts as he kissed back with as much anger.

His hands were already on her waist and lowered down to her hips, squeezing. An almost quiet moan left her lips, and he swallowed it as his hands went more to the South to grab her ass firmly. This time, her moan was louder. Just like he wanted.

Their clothes didn't stay on for long. Buttons and tissue got ripped apart until there was only flesh on flesh. Once again, neither of them could make it to the bed, there was no time for that. They needed it now.

Butcher grabbed her ass once more and incited her to jump in his arms, pinned her back to the wall, and in one swift motion, entered her wet channel.

Usually, during sex, Butcher would talk dirty quite a lot. But with Y/n, there was no time to talk. No time to say cocky things or pet names. She was tight, so fucking tight around him, and wet, and needy for his cock that was stretching her so good, but he didn't say any of that. Instead, he grunted, groaned and cursed as he fucked her hard and fast against the wall.

She was a mess of moans and whimpers, and the whole leader facade she had was completely gone as he drove his cock in and out of her. It was barely if she could breathe, that was how rough it was, the need to feel something else than what life brought them. Feel the other, fucked the other, hard, fast, and cum an impossible amount of times.

It wasn't long before her first climax, and then Butcher forced a second out of her immediately after the first one. She cried out, her body shaking and then going softer under his grip. In a breathtaking kiss, he thrust deeper into her, and when he felt like his climax was close, he pulled out and forced her on her knees in front of him.

She took the cue, opened her mouth and accepted his release like it was the only source of water in the whole world. Butcher jerked his cock until he reached his own end and painted her tongue and lips white with his seed.

"Fucking whore," he panted, his whole body covered in sweat, muscles bulging, cock twitching in his hand.

"I hate you," she said, licking her lips slowly.

"Shut the fuck up," Butcher groaned, lifting a brow when he saw her remove his hand from his cock to replace it with her own.

"Shut me up yourself."

It was her turn to grin, her plump lips parting to swallow his sensitive cock between them.

Butcher gasped, fingers tangling between her soft, messy hair.

"Oh, luv, you didn't see anything yet."

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[wayward-dreamer]

Enrapture

Square/s Filled: Mirror Sex - @anyfandomgoesbingo​ Custom The Boys card

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 4,000

Summary: Y/N is a P.A on the Solid Gold music program, and is excited for Soldier Boy's appearance. She hopes to catch his attention for a few seconds, but doesn't expect him to take such an interest in her.

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, Soldier Boy being a Grade A asshole, drug use, A WHOLE LOTTA SMUT: dirty talk, degradation, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, brief female masturbation, brief mention of glory holes, nipple play, mirror sex, hair pulling, spanking, unprotected sex (SB pulls out), hand job, cum swallowing. EXTREMELY NSFW 18+ ONLY. A touch of narcissism, more assholery.

A/N: I am officially OBSESSED with how this turned out, so I hope you guys like it! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy​ (sorry not sorry for killing you lol)

Y/N had always prided herself on doing her job in a timely manner and doing it correctly.

When she was hired as a P.A for the Solid Gold segment at one of the major television stations, it was unexpected to say the least. She had applied, but considering the entertainment industry was so male dominated, she was sure it was going to slip through her fingers. Then one day she got the call that the job was hers, and she never looked back after it. There was never a dull moment on the set of the music program, especially when supes were invited to join the hour. Sometimes they would be surprisingly good, and other times it was clear they were just there to fulfill their duties from talent management at Vought American.

When Y/N found out who was coming into film their appearance that day she tried not to implode with excitement. Soldier Boy would be at the studio, and she had made sure to clip her gold Soldier Boy inspired pin to her blouse, in the hopes that he would notice if she got to meet him.

“Do you know when he’s gonna be here?” one of the other P.A’s, Josh, asked her as soon as she arrived in the studio.

“He should actually be here soon,” she informed him, grinning.

Just as Y/N picked up one of the walkie-talkies and clipped it to her thick belt, her head whipped around as the sound of heavy boots coming down the hallway reached her ears. She stepped forward, an enamoured smile pulling at her lips as she noticed the swagger with which Soldier Boy walked into the room. His eyes met no one’s as he passed by, an entourage behind him, chattering quickly as they followed him to the assigned dressing room. She saw a small flash of his green suit before he disappeared around the corner, her heart beating fast with the exhilaration of seeing him in the flesh.

She had only ever seen him on television appearances or his old movies that she loved to watch with her parents, but never just mere inches away. She couldn’t wait to tell her family; they were going to freak out.

“That was so awesome,” Josh breathed, stunned by the supe’s presence.

“I kn-” she was about to agree when they both jumped, seeing one of their co-workers being shoved out of the dressing room, his back hitting the wall.

“Did no one get the memo about iced?!”

Y/N eyes widened as she heard the booming voice of the beloved supe echo across the studio. Everyone was in shock as they looked at each other, unsure of what to do. She gulped as she saw her boss stalking towards her, his pace frantic as he pulled her aside.

“He’s in a mood, so I need you to go get an iced coffee from that coffee shop down the street,” he instructed her, glancing back to the dressing room before he looked at her again, “and uh, make sure the ice isn’t melting by the time you get back.”

“Bill, it’s a hundred degrees outside, it’s gonna be melting as soon as I get out of the store,” she hissed, her features pulling into an annoyed expression. He had to come to her with this? Seriously?

“I don’t care what you do, just do it,” he countered, glaring at her. With that as his last word, he left.

“Fuck,” she gritted out between her clenched teeth, picking up her purse from where it was hanging from the chair.

She knew she had to move quickly lest someone else get yelled at unnecessarily. She was nothing if not professional and she wasn’t about to let the needless display of entitlement from Soldier Boy change that.

She’d leave that out when she retold the events of her day to her family.

Y/N hurried down the hallway, biting her lip as she looked down at the iced coffee swishing inside the clear cup. She moved as fast as her heeled boots could take her, stopping in front of the dreaded dressing room, taking a deep breath. From the other cup in her hand, she dropped a few of the ice cubes from the top into the coffee, throwing the rest in the trash nearby. Fixing her thick belt around her waist and fluffing her hair, she tapped her knuckles against the door three times.

“What?”

She held her breath as she opened the door, slowly, offering a polite smile even though she only saw the back of him. “Just brought you this, sir.”

She walked in, her eyes widening in shock as she saw him bent over the make-up table, inhaling deeply as he raised his head, wiping under his nose. She placed the cup down and stepped back, ready to leave, only to cringe inwardly as he stopped her.

“Hold on,” he muttered, pushing his chair back and facing her, his green eyes staring up at her from where he sat.

He lifted his hand, covered by fingerless red gloves, and picked up the coffee. He took the straw out of it and removed the lid, his eyes never leaving her as he took a sip. She clenched her fists at her sides and felt her stomach turn, trying not to let her nerves get the better of her as she felt like he was assessing her with his intense gaze. She tried not to look at him, but his perfect green orbs were incredibly distracting.

“At least someone got the fucking message,” he stated, his voice deep and rough as his stare never faltered, placing the cup in the holder on his chair.

She huffed a small laugh, shaking her head. “Is there anything else you need, sir?”

His head tilted slightly as he observed her body language, her squared shoulders, head held up high. “You don’t seem like the other people here.”

“What makes you say that?” she asked, frowning.

“Well for one you can look me in the eye without fucking stuttering,” he replied, his eyes locking with hers. “I do like confidence in a woman.”

“Just doing my job, sir,” she countered, clasping her hands together, not letting him intimidate her.

One side of his mouth pulled up into a smirk as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze roaming up and down the length of her body. “And you’re doing a mighty fine one, doll. I’m sure there’s plenty of others you’re good at too.”

A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine at his words. She knew what he was implying, and she should’ve been disgusted, but she found herself having the exact opposite reaction as she squeezed her thighs together under her skirt. He had clearly noticed that as his gaze dropped down to the fabric of her skirt when it shifted, making her cheeks heat up. Slowly, he stood up from the chair and took two short strides towards her, his body close to hers. He glanced down at her blouse, his fingers plucking at the pin, shaped like his shield, before looking deep into her eyes.

“Someone’s a fan,” he remarked, the charming smirk once again gracing his features. “That pin’s rare, hasn’t been produced since the 50s.”

“It was my father’s,” she stated, as she met his gaze. “My family… we’re big fans.”

That seemed to impress him, his eyebrows raising in approval. “Well, I appreciate that.”

Y/N undid the pin, cursing under her breath as it fell out of her hand. She knelt, picking it up from near the leg of the table, brushing off some of the dirt that was coating it.

“It was easier to get you on your knees than I thought it would be.” He looked down at her with a smug grin pulling at his lips, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge. “So long as you’re down there, why don’t you show me one of those jobs I just know you’re a fucking pro at?”

Y/N gazed up at him, her eyes briefly flicking down to the front of his suit, watching his hand pull the zip of the pants down before she met his eyes again. She could see the shape of his cock, making the blood rush to her cheeks. With a small smirk of her own, she shifted closer to him, reaching through the zip and taking out his cock. She wasn’t sure what came over her to do it, but considering how much she had always liked the supe, she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t help but be intrigued by him. A choked gasp left her as she took in the length of his shaft, her hand wrapped around his thick girth, slowly stroking him. He was petty and probably had the biggest ego of the supes, but she found it hard to give a damn with his cock in her palm. She pumped her hand a little faster, her fingers forming a ring under the head and twisting slightly, causing a soft grunt to leave his lips. He was getting hard in her hold, making her squeeze her legs together once more.

“Come on, sugar, put that mouth to good use,” he ordered, his voice deep and rough as he looked down at her.

She leaned forward, dropping her saliva along the length of his cock, softly sucking at the tip, licking at the pre-cum. She took him into her mouth, a soft choke escaping her as the head pressed against her throat. She pulled back slightly before sinking her mouth back down, building a steady pace, bobbing her head back and forth, circling her tongue around the tip every time she drew back.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the noise turning into a dark chuckle as he closed his eyes, throwing his head back.

“Y/N, we need you in studio B,” her radio cracked, interrupting the moment.

Holding his hand out, she fumbled to unclip the walkie-talkie from her belt and pass it to him as she continued to move along his length. Pressing the button, he stared down at her with a smirk as he spoke. Her hands came up to assist her mouth, stroking the base of his cock, his green orbs boring into hers.

“She’s got her hands full right now,” he muttered, turning off the radio and throwing it over his shoulder, hearing it clatter against the floor.

His gloved hands slipped into her hair and guided her head down, a long moan vibrating against his shaft as he pressed into the back of her throat. He fisted the strands of her hair and pulled her back, a harsh gasp leaving her as her lungs burned, breathing heavily. He growled as he brought her head back down but kept her still, thrusting his hips forward. A glugging sound left her as he continued fuck her throat, spit collecting at the corners of her mouth. Tears pricked her eyes as she gagged lightly, her eyes never leaving his. They spilled down her cheeks as the pressure built in her throat, causing her mascara to run.

“Fuck, doll, your mouth’s a fucking dream,” he husked, his hands firmly holding her head in place. “Taking my dick so good…”

She moaned around him as her hands moved to cling to his hips, needing something to hold onto, but he clicked his tongue in disapproval, making her glance up at him.

“Spread your legs, sugar,” he ordered, grunting at the feel of her lips around him, “get that pussy fucking drippin’ for me…”

Y/N shifted slightly, pulling up her skirt enough to open her legs, her hand slipping under the waistband of her cotton panties. She ran her fingers through her folds, feeling how wet she was already, pressing them to her clit and running them over in tight circles.

“Christ, your mouth’s fucking perfect,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he held her head still. He looked down at her with hooded eyes, smirking as his fingers scraped against her scalp. “Maybe I should take you back to Vought, use you as my own, personal glory hole, huh? Have you suck me off every night… every morning… keep your slut mouth full of my spunk. How’s that sound, doll? Want to be a good little slut for me?”

Gathering her hair in his hands, Soldier Boy pulled her back once again, a harsh groan escaping her as strings of her saliva extended from his cock to her mouth. Her gaze grew dark as she looked up at him, somehow getting more aroused than she thought possible at the idea of what he just suggested.

“Up,” he ordered, tapping his hand against her cheek as he stepped back.

Y/N stood up gradually, her legs wobbling as she tried to steady herself. Before she could completely recover, he grabbed her hips and bent her over the table, kicking her legs apart and pulling her hips back as her hands pressed into the surface, supporting her weight. He roughly pushed her skirt up her thighs, their eyes meeting in the mirror in front of them. He still wore that smug expression as his hands reached the front of her body, gripping the middle of her blouse and yanking it hard, the fabric shredding to expose her breasts. He pulled down the cups of her bra, roughly tweaking her nipples between his fingers and pinching hard, causing a loud moan to slip out of her mouth.

“You like that, dollface?” he asked, grinning as he repeated the action over her left, only harder, a little more painful.

“Yes, fuck,” she gasped, dropping her head forward as her eyes squeezed shut.

He chuckled, the noise sounding almost sinister to her. “Someone likes a little pain…”

He tugged at the edge of her panties and pulled, ripping them off her lower body as easily as her blouse. Taking hold of his cock, he smacked the tip against her folds, a low moan leaving her as she anticipated what was coming next. In one swift move of his hips, he was buried deep inside her, a grunt falling from his lips as he felt her walls completely sheath his length.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, his hand squeezing the flesh of her hip. “Sucking my dick got you nice and wet, so fucking perfect…”

The pace he set was slow but hard, every harsh thrust pushing air out of her lungs, the table shaking from the force. She moaned softly as she lifted her head, her breath fogging up the mirror. His hips smacked against the curve of her ass, his hands once again in her hair as he held her still.

“How’s it feel, sugar?” he asked, leaning over her slightly, his gaze meeting hers in the reflective glass. “Like having my dick fucking you deep and hard, huh? I can see it in your eyes, and your face says it all…”

“Yeah,” she cried out, nodding frantically.

He hummed in dissatisfaction, pulling at the strands of her hair roughly, making her squeal as their eyes stayed locked on each other. “Gonna need a little more than that, dollface. Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” she whimpered, continuing to look at him through the mirror. “Feels so good, sir.”

A loud, wanton moan erupted from her as he picked up the pace, the top of the mirror banging into the wall behind it with the impact of his hips. His thrusts were brutal, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix as he moved deep within her, one hand still in her hair as the other lifted above the globes of her ass, bringing it down hard. She practically screamed as she stared at her reflection, barely recognizing herself through the euphoric glint in her eyes. She was completely enraptured by him and the pleasure coursing through her. It should’ve been painful because of his strength, she should’ve left before he had the chance to stop her, she should’ve been repulsed by the entitlement she had heard, but in that moment she was too far gone to care. She whimpered as he leaned over her once again, his lips close to her ear.

“Tell me what I wanna hear, sugar,” he whispered, his pupils blown wide with lust and the drugs he had before she came into the room.

“Feels so good, sir… so perfect,” she moaned loudly, her nails scraping against the surface of the table. The items on top started to roll off, dropping on the floor as it continued to shake under them, but she wasn’t bothered. If someone had told her that morning that this would be happening, she wouldn’t have believed it. “So perfect, sir.”

He smirked, his teeth nipping at the shell of her ear as his flippy locks fell into his face. “Again.”

“Your cock feels so perfect, sir,” she repeated, a smile of her own pulling at one side of her lips.

“Louder,” he grunted, squeezing the right cheek of her ass in his hand.

She raised her voice as she did as she was told, but squealed as his hand struck her again, the impact against her flesh causing her legs to quiver.

“Louder,” he groaned, tugging on the strands of her hair again, “I want everyone in that studio to hear how much of a fan you really are…”

“Your cock feels so fucking perfect, sir!” she yelled, her eyes shutting tightly.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, chuckling as he stood upright, thrusting hard against her. “God, your pussy’s taking me so fucking good, can feel how close you are.”

Y/N’s erratic breathing continued to fog up the glass, her walls clenching tight around him, and she knew she was almost at the peak of pleasure. She could feel the familiar heat deep in her core, a loud whimper escaping her as he pounded into her. The build-up wasn’t long, and before she realized it, she pressed her forehead against the mirror as a breathy shriek left her, the dam breaking as her slick covered his shaft.

“Fuck, doll, you soaked my cock,” he growled, suddenly pulling out and grabbing her arms, “down on your knees, wanna feel that mouth around my dick again, cum down that throat. Can’t have any surprises now… with anyone else, maybe.”

Y/N didn’t have a second to process what he said as she knelt on the floor, wrapping her lips around his cock and bobbing her head back and forth. He pressed his hands into the back of her head, the weight helping her sink down on his shaft.

“That’s it, sugar,” he husked, looking down at her with hooded eyes. “Keep jerking my cock, make me cum.”

She pulled back, wrapping her hand around his shaft and pumping her wrist up and down swiftly, her mouth open and waiting as she moaned. His eyes squeezed shut as he threw his head back, a strained yet guttural moan escaping him as his cock throbbed in Y/N’s hand. She whimpered as ropes of his cum covered her tongue and lips, her mouth closing around the tip as she sucked, softly. She took everything he had to give, gulping as his seed slipped down her throat, before she drew back.

“Fuckkkk,” he rasped, grinning as he stepped back, turning away from her. He grabbed the box of tissues off the floor and placed them back on the table, taking a few to clean himself off, disposing them in the trash.

Y/N stood up on shaky legs, glancing at her dishevelled state in the mirror. She pulled her skirt down and fixed her bra, methodically doing what she needed to because she couldn’t think straight. She wiped her mouth and hands with the tissues and patted her hair down, making sure it was decent before she had to step back out. She had no idea how she was going to look anyone in the eye now, after they had no doubt heard her getting thoroughly fucked by Soldier Boy.

“Ben, what the fuck’s taking so long?!” they heard someone yell before the door burst open, the man they called The Legend standing in the threshold. He took the scene in front of him, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Seriously?”

“Get that fucking stick out of your ass,” Soldier Boy, Ben as he was really named, snapped, glaring at him. “You’ve walked in on worse.”

“Believe me, I know and really wish I could forget,” The Legend countered, shaking his head as he walked out. “Be out there in five!” he called out.

She turned away and picked up some safety pins, managing to mend her blouse back together, hiding the pins inside. From the corner of her eye, she saw Soldier Boy zip his pants up, his hand combing through his flippy locks before he picked up his helmet, placing it on his head.

“That sure was something, dollface,” he stated, looking at himself in the mirror, avoiding her gaze now.

She watched him admire his face in the mirror, smirk, his perfect teeth on display as he winked at himself. He shifted back and picked up the iced coffee from the cup holder in his chair, taking a sip. He cringed as his eyes closed, his nostrils flaring before he opened his lids, his pupils blown wide from the drugs and his simmering anger. The ice had obviously melted by now.

“Mind running out and getting another?” he asked, his voice deep and husky, but there was a slight edge to it now that wasn’t there before. Dropping the cup in the trash, he fixed the collar around his neck, before tapping her shoulder as he walked past, his eyes still averted from hers. “Thanks, darling. You’re a peach.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched tight as she squared her shoulders, her features pulling into a deep frown as she watched him leave, without so much as a glance her way. She didn’t know why she expected him to look at her but considering he couldn’t take his eyes off her as he pounded her into next week, a quick glimpse in her direction would’ve been nice. She collected herself, picking up her walkie-talkie from the floor and clipping it back on her belt. She looked down at the Soldier Boy pin that she loved, lying on the table, the reality of what just happened making her pick it up and throw it in the trash. Her family didn’t need to know.

She didn’t glance back at the room as she closed the door, her boots echoing in the hallway as she made her way to studio B. She stood in the shadows, clipboard in hand and headset on, ready for the flashing red light to turn off and recording to start. She watched Soldier Boy’s eye wander to the dancers and rolled her eyes as she saw him smirk. The charisma was oozing out of him, something that would’ve floored her before their dressing room encounter. Truthfully, she was ashamed to admit it still did even if she saw him differently now.

The bell rang as the red light switched off and signalled the start of the recording, making her look down at her schedule. She was perfectly fine with missing the show.

It’s Solid Gold! Starring Marilyn McCoo, with Solid Gold recording stars Kim Carnes, The Oak Ridge Boys, Waylan Flowers and Madame, the Solid Gold dancers, and very special guest, Soldier Boy!

She was going to do the job she was assigned to do. The one she was good at and prided herself on. She had other duties than just making sure the talent was taken care of, so those were the ones she was going to do, not take orders from Soldier Boy. No matter how much of a fan she used to be.

But she found her resolve slipping as she lifted her gaze to see him performing.

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[nolanfa]

Title: Basic Human Interaction Rating: SFW Pairing:Eddie Brock & Anne Weying & Venom Medium: Digital Art Description: Eddie apologizes to Anne because Venom told him to. Warnings: passing mentions of violence

A scene in the Venom movie I found hilarious (Anne doesn't call him out on it in the movie, I think Venom's dialog is internal): Venom is the one telling Eddie he needs to apologize to Anne for snooping through confidential work files on her computer (without her knowledge nor consent) and then publicly using them in his investigations, consequently losing her her job. Despite, you know, Eddie being human, and Venom not, and apologizing being very culturally-dependent besides (and Eddie's whole job being about him having social interaction with other people! And ethics being kinda important in journalism).

Here on AO3

fill for @marvelrarepairbingo bingo's "Service Animal" (because come on Venom is totally killing it at helping Eddie with his human interactions) fill for @anyfandomgoesbingo's free square fill for @marvelartparty's prompt "draw a character you're not familiar with" (it being the first time I drew... either of those three)

[spellcasterlight]

Hi there Loyal Lhasapoo Anon! 😁

Aww [Choji x Karui] are a cute couple, aren't they? Thank you for giving me the chance to throw them some love! Because of this, I like to think that Choji himself can cook. He just also loves when he gets cooked for 😁

Hope you like it! ✨

Behind The Screen - [Choji x Karui]

@narutorarepairweek - Day 2 Prompt: Meet Cute Wheel (Texting The Wrong Person)

@anyfandomgoesbingo - Tile 15: Online Catfishing

Warnings: Modern Day Alternative Universe. Catfishing. Swearing. Feelings of Insecurity.

Story Link: [Ao3🔗]

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[blackwood4stucky]

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

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

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

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

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

bingo fills + event prompts

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

@anyfandomangstbingo | barely conscious

@anyfandomdarkbingo | fuck or die

@anyfandomgoesbingo | possessive alpha

@anyfandomkinkbingo | handcuffs

@badthingshappenbingo | mutilation

@buckybarnesevents

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

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

@deaddovekink

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

@eclipsingbingo | trail of blood

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

@hurtcember | forced

@julybreakbingo: post-july | sex pollen

@kinky-things-happen | transformation

@marvel-smash-bingo | forced orgasm

@mcukinkbingo: open round | torture

@multifandom-flash

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

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

@sebastianstanbingo | sex slave

@stuckybingo [5080] | kink: breeding

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | captivity, kidnapped

@yearoftheotpevent | april: canon divergence

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

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