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#boxofbonesfic friday the 13th challenge
moosereblogsfics · 1 year
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No Motive
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pairing: serial killer! steve x serial killer!bucky x reader 
warnings: DUBCON, kind of non con, serial killer au, horror, slight dacryphilia, violence, smut, p in v, manipulation/coercion, facial, creampie, mentions of virginity loss, masturbation, MINORS DNI, dead dove do not eat. read at your own risk
summary:  “Surprise, Sidney!” 
a/n: this is a Scream / Grease inspired entry for @boxofbonesfic​ Friday The 13th challenge for Serial Killer! this is my first time writing anything dark but I had a lot of fun (i love horror/horror movies so this was a fun exercise). thank you so much bones for hosting this super fun challenge and i hope everyone had an absolutely spooktacular Friday the 13th!
word count: 1287 (cutting it close whew)
“Doors locked. Windows and blinds shut. No trips to anywhere but the grocery store or work, during daylight hours. No one is permitted to be outside of their homes after dark.”
That was what the police said. So why the hell were you outside right now? You snuck a quick glance at your boyfriend, who was driving carefree with the windows down.
“You cold, babe?” He shouted over the wind, looking over at you to flash you a cocky smirk. He looked beautiful, and that’s why you were here.
“No,” you mustered, but it was a lie. The anxiety caused by your forbidden outing induced a tremor in your hands as you pressed down your skirt. Steve would be so disappointed if he knew how you were feeling. Wasn’t this romantic? In the very least, it was what all the other couples did at school. 
It was what Steve’s ex-girlfriends did with him. 
You fought the urge to flip down the little vanity mirror and check your lipstick, make sure you looked pretty enough for him. Instead, you looked over at him with a smile and reached over to squeeze his thigh suggestively. That’s how you were supposed to do it, right? 
The crunching of gravel under Steve’s tires drew your attention to the little road that you’ve pulled off onto. You’ve never been here, but you recognized it from its infamy— Lover’s Lake, where all the couples used to come to get a little… privacy. Nobody came here anymore, though.
Not since the killings started. 
Your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips nervously, and you felt your heart pounding in fear. 
“Steve, is this a good idea?” you eked out, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and nibbling at the flesh nervously. Without even looking at you, Steve grasped your chin in his forefinger and eased your lip out from your teeth before running over it with his thumb. 
He’s so good to you. He knew you so well. So why didn’t you feel safe right now? 
But your stomach roiled when he sighed, clearly disappointed in you as he spared an irritated look before pulling the car to stop facing the lake. “Babe, I told you this already, remember? We can’t let the killer win. When we let them control us, let them make us afraid, they win.” 
“But Steve, what if the killer shows up?”
“Hey,” he said, placing a warm hand on the back of your neck and letting his fingers press on your spine. “I’m here, baby. Now go get your cute ass in the backseat.” Steve laughed when you squeaked at the pat on your butt as you made your way to the backseat. 
As you sat down, you couldn’t get over how… wrong it felt. Like the ghosts of the three girls that died here were watching you, telling you to get out of here. It was disrespectful at best, dangerous for a fact. But you didn’t have it in you to say no to Steve. 
He settled next to you, slinging an arm over your shoulders as the two of you looked out to the lake. Your heart beat faster when his fingers toyed with the straps of your dress and bra, before he inched them off your shoulder. 
“Oops,” he laughed. It sounded harsher than you were used to, and you couldn’t hold back your discomfort anymore. You turned to him, ready to voice your objections when he captured your lips with his own. 
“Steve-” 
“Shh, baby,” he interrupted you, pulling down your top entirely to expose your tits to him. He kneaded the flesh between his palms, groaning and watching your nipples peak in response to his ministrations. “God, you’re so pretty. So innocent. Knew you’d be the best girlfriend a fella could ever have.” The pride that swelled within you at his words squashed the discomfort within you, and you leaned in to kiss him with a smile. 
You shut your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in his kisses as his hands wandered up and down your body. You didn’t object when he pulled your dress and bra off, pulled your panties off and laid you down on the leather seats of his car. 
“You see how hard I am for you, baby?” Steve groans, grabbing your hand and putting it on his bulge as he rocked his clothed thigh against your bare core. Steve Rogers, the one guy that everyone wanted, the captain of the football team, the all-American golden boy wanted you. 
Steve slid his jeans off, sitting in one of the seats as he pumped his shaft twice and pulled your hips between his legs, aligning your slick cunt with his tip and driving his hips up to inch into you. You stifled your discomfort, trying to hide your winces and the tears that sprung in your eyes as he eased into your tight hole. You couldn’t let him know that you were a virgin, what would he think? 
But you knew when you met Steve’s wolfish gaze, it wasn’t something you could hide from him. 
“Are you a virgin, baby?” He cooed at you, condescension lacing his tone. You nodded and shut your eyes, when the sound of the door opening forced your eyes open.
Bucky, Steve’s best friend, slid into the seat next to yours. “Getting started without me, huh, pal?” Steve laughed harshly at that, exposing your body for Bucky to see. Mortification sent blood rushing through your body but Steve didn’t seem to care as he squeezed and flicked your tits, continuing to fuck into you. “You gonna let me join in, Stevie?” 
“Not this time,” Steve grunted, turning to Bucky as he used your body. “This one’s a virgin.” 
“Lucky,” Bucky asserted, unbuckling and sliding his already-hard cock out from his jeans. “Spit,” he instructed you, putting his hand in front of your mouth then using it as lubrication to stroke himself as he watched Steve fuck you. “You wanna cry, baby?” he asked you as he watched you, noting the stiffness of your body. “Yeah, I bet it hurts. C’mon, then, cry.” 
You let the tears flow freely from you as Steve picked up the pace, uncaring about your pain as he drove further into you. But it didn’t take long for the pain to shift to pleasure, the fullness from Steve making your head loll against his shoulder. 
Bucky pulled you down to face his cock, surprising you as he sprayed his release on your face, almost making you cry again as his cum mixed with your lipstick. Inexplicably, though, it triggered that blissful feeling that you’ve only felt on your own, clenching tighter on Steve’s cock as your vision whited out. 
“Shit, you like that?” Steve snickered, cumming into you as your body slacked. He pulled you off unceremoniously, swinging you into his arms only to dump your nude body in the passenger seat. “I gotta go piss,” he called out, slamming the door as Bucky trailed behind him. 
Bored, you opened the glovebox in search of napkins to clean your face, but when your fingers brushed against dainty metal, your heart stuttered. 
Inside Steve’s glovebox lay three bloodstained necklaces, ones that you knew belonged to the dead girls because you recognized each little pendant— Darla’s pink rhinestone, Charlotte’s teddy bear, Jeanie’s heart locket. 
“You weren’t supposed to see that, sweetheart,” Steve said from behind you. You saw the blood from your neck spray onto the windshield before you got the chance to scream.  
“That’s gonna be a pain to get out,” Bucky commented, before the darkness swallowed you whole.
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boxofbonesfic · 1 year
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𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 13𝓽𝓱!
In honor of the day, I thought it might be fun to run a short little horror challenge. You do not have to message me, or ask to join, nor do you have to be following me, but it would be cool if you did! Simply spin the wheel (or pick from the list below) to pick your poison, and submit your fic by Sunday, 1/15, 11:59pm to be featured on the challenge masterlist. No late fics! The point of this is to get spooky for the 13th. So let’s get spooky!
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RULES:
1. Due to my blog content, and the content of my friends and followers, this challenge is 18+ only. No minors. You will be blocked. 
2. Your story does NOT have to contain smut, but it must be spooky! This is a horror challenge, this tenet is non-negotiable. 
3. All tropes allowed—Dark, A/B/O, Mafia, etc! Just make sure your fic is tagged and warned appropriately. 
4. Your submission must be a new and original work—no submitting chapters from previous fics, or installments in ongoing series. If it IS an installment of something existing, it must be able to be read and made sense of as a stand-alone piece. 
5. There is a strict 1.3k word limit, and 3 submissions are allowed per user. (This means you can write a 3 chapter mini-series if you like, but each chapter must be no more than 1.3k words total!) All submissions must be entered by 1/15/23 at 11:59pm EST. 
6. I reserve the right not to reblog work I find offensive or harmful, or that does not fulfill the challenge briefing!
7. Please, no submissions from fandoms I am not in. Chris Evans characters, Sebastian Stan characters, MCU characters, as well as other marvel actors and their fandoms are all acceptable to submit. If you have questions, shoot me a message and I can clarify!
8. Have fun!! More than anything, I want people to enjoy themselves and have fun. If this challenge is not sparking joy, it’s okay to sit it out. There will be more!
Spin the wheel! 
or Pick your prompt!
-Serial Killer
-Stalker
-Demon
-Poltergeist
-Undead
-Witchcraft
-Cult
-Old Gods
-Eldritch Horror/Cosmic Horror
-From the Deep
-Abominable
-The Forest is Old and Angry
-Werewolf/Were-creature
Have fun! Please reblog so that others can see and join if they would like to ❤️🖤
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winter-soldier-101 · 1 year
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The Stalker
This is part of @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th writing challenge.
Warnings:Stalking,talking about murder.
Word count:1k
Characters:Bucky Barnes x Reader.
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“Mom please everyone is going to the bonfire in the woods why can’t I go?”
“Honey please I’ve told you that killer is still out there and I know you want to go and party with your friends but no now go up to your room.”
“Mom please I’ll be careful and I’m going to go with Lucy and her brother Lucky please.” (Y/N) begged her mom.
“(Y/N) no I don’t want you out of this house I need to know your safe for the night so please don’t ask me again about going out to the bonfire with all your friends go to your room please”
The room was quiet and dark, (Y/N) looks around and sees the window is open “I thought I closed that when I went downstairs” (Y/N) says to herself quietly.
Few hours later
(Y/N) wakes up and goes downstairs to get some water and goes back to her room, as you lay down a hand creeps up and covers your mouth (Y/N) looks around while her screams are being muffled by the man looking at her.
“Hello doll, you are so much more beautiful up close I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to meet you, I was going to take you at the bonfire but your bitch of a mother wouldn’t let you so I took care of her for us, I’m going to move my hand so be quiet or I’ll have to hurt you and I really don’t want to hurt you doll do you understand me?” The man asks.
(Y/N) looks at the man and nods her head up and down telling him she understands.
He moves his hand and looks at you to make sure you don’t yell or try to escape.
“What d…did y….you do to my mom?” (Y/N) asks while crying.
“I killed her to take you with me to our home” He says smiling down at you.
(Y/N) let’s a loud cry out and starts to shake.
“I’m sorry for hurting you doll but I need you with me” He says holding your body close to his.
“I don’t even know your name or anything about you” (Y/N) says trying to calm herself down.
“My name is Bucky doll and I need you to pack up all your clothes and everything you need now because we need to leave soon. I took some of your clothes and other stuff to the car but go get what I missed.” Bucky says getting off the bed and waiting for you to move but you don’t.
“NOW DOLL”Bucky yells at you.
“I’m sorry I’m going”(Y/N) says getting up and going through drawers and the closet and takes a little bit of clothes and other stuff and looks back at her bed and takes the two stuffed animals with her.
Bucky takes her downstairs and puts your stuff in the car and he looks down at you.
“I’m sorry I have to do this doll but I need our location safe”Bucky says pulling out a needle and injects you in the neck and you pass out instantly.
Location unknown
“Hello…… hello Bucky are you there?”
“Good morning doll I’m so happy your awake, come on I have something to show you”Bucky says helping you out of bed and takes you to a dark room and turns on the light in the room and (Y/N) looks into the room to see hundreds or thousands of photos of her from years ago up to two days ago.
“How……long have you been stalking me?” (Y/N) asks as tears run down her face.
“I’ve been keeping you safe for years doll I’ve killed for you and made sure no one had you before me”
“Who else have you killed besides my mother?” (Y/N) asks looking up at Bucky.
“I killed Jake,Lucas and that bitch who picked on you Alice and her family and that guy you had a crush on last summer Mike was his name I think.”Bucky says looking at you.
“Why would you kill so many people for me Bucky?” (Y/N) asks.
“Because they would have taken you from me or hurt you and I need to keep you safe I would burn down the whole world for you my love”Bucky says pulling (Y/N) close kisses your lips softly.
“Bucky please stop, I don't want any of this.”(Y/N) says trying to get out of Bucky’s arms.
“(Y/N) please you will understand with time why I did all this and what I would do for you and your love”Bucky says holding you tightly.
“Bucky you’re hurting me I…..I can’t breathe please let me go”(Y/N) says trying to get out of his arms again.
“(Y/N) you need to stop moving, I don't want to hurt you.”Bucky says, holding onto you tighter.
(Y/N) looks up at him and everything starts to go black and you stop moving.
“Don’t worry doll I’m never going to let you go, (Y/N)?” Bucky asks, looking down at you and sees you're not moving and barely breathing.
“(Y/N) please wake up I need you I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you please wake up”Bucky yells at you and tries to wake you up and feels for your pulse and feels it getting stronger and sees you moving.
The world that you knew is now gone and replaced with a new one where you belong to Bucky and no one else matters and he’s been stalking you for years and now you're stuck with him forever.
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onsunnyside · 1 year
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💤. 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰
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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Stalker!Ari Levinson x reader (College AU)
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK THEMES AND ELEMENTS, SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON, DARK!Ari Levinson, stalking, implied drugging. College IT!Ari, camboy!Ari, outcast!Ari, size difference: 6’8!Ari. non-consensual filming & posting, perving, somnophilia, dirty talk, daddy kink, dry humping, size kink, masturbation (f & m), slight cumplay. 
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Beware the quiet ones.
𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝗪/𝗖 | 1.3K
𝗔/𝗡 | this is my entry for @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th Challenge, and I picked stalker. Here’s the Pinterest board. this is my first time participating in a challenge, so i'm a little nervous, but here we go !! this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read. all mistakes are my own. [all asks & drabbles]
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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“I’ll call you when it’s fixed or if anything c-comes up…” 
You nod, quickly gathering your things. His throat tightens, fingers itching for yours. “I-I could walk you home, I don’t have any more appointments today.” 
“It’s fine. I live on campus.” 
“But it’s getting dark—”
“I’m okay.” You repeat firmly, softening the blow with a smile, “but thank you, Ari, I appreciate it.” 
You don’t give him another chance to protest and leave. When you step out, the smell of rain engulfs you, cool air washing away any traces of him, but your goosebumps never leave. 
Whatever. At least it’s done. 
You flip up your hood and start the short trek home, forcing yourself not to glance back—even though you just know he’s watching from the window. 
Desperate times called for desperate measures, and since your coursework list was neverending, you had no choice but to book an appointment with the IT department. One click, one stupid click on a link was all it took for your laptop to go haywire and then completely unresponsive. 
You couldn’t afford to miss another deadline, even if that meant sitting face-to-face with the campus outcast. 
Nothing was wrong with being alone or preferring solitude, but Ari had a strange energy around him. It was suffocating and unsettling, either too quiet, too friendly, or too close. 
There weren’t many places for him to hide with his towering height and broad stature, yet he blended in almost too naturally, adapting to the surrounding space as if he belonged there—when that was far from the truth. He didn’t belong anywhere, regardless of how hard he tried to pretend so.
The only tell was the feeling of being watched. 
His blue eyes set in steely glare, dissecting you like one of those dead specimens on the aluminum tray.  
You had a lab with him one year, and you remember the shivers crawling up your spine when he smiled and made his way over. You thank the universe every day that Natasha slid into the free chair and asked very loudly if you’d be her partner.  
“He’s a fucking weirdo.” Natasha grumbled in disgust, glaring at his retreating back, “I don’t have to know him to know he’s into freaky shit.”
Rumours were always just gossip, ill judgment spreading around like wildfire but at this point, you’d believe anything about him, anything to fill that empty void of unease.
Was there any proof that he was into fucked up shit? Or that he was a dark web lurker or a disgusting pervert? No, but your gut told you to flee whenever he was around and that was enough.
Ari was a proud introvert, an odd balance between shy and awkwardly friendly. A small part of you pities him—the different, nerdy reject shrouded in alleged disturbed mystery. You’d never admit it but he was devilishly handsome and in an alternative dimension, he’d be exactly your type. 
In any other classes you shared, you purposefully arrived late so he couldn’t sit next to you and so far,  it’s kept him at bay. You felt weird around him but so did everyone else. 
If there were something truly wrong with him, all of those lingering suspicions would’ve exposed him by now, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.
It was easy to blame everything on stress, the pressure of school and your impending future weighing heavy on your shoulders. Like most lonely nights, you dive into the virtual passions of the Internet. 
With earbuds in, you scroll through the profiles, your gaze lingering on the lewd photos and biographies. One catches your attention, a little red ‘Top Hot 20’ pinned by the username and a teasing picture of flexed abs and a dark happy trail. You read over his most recent videos: 
Jerking off and cumming in library (almost caught) – public masturbation
Eating sleeping girlfriend’s wet pussy – puffy clit, spitting, pussy slapping
You tap on the last one:
Dry humping girlfriend while she sleeps – dirty talk, cum shot
Clean runners softly pad on the carpet floor, the blanket is pulled back and exposes the girl’s backside. The dim flash barely illuminates her body, just an outline of her figure bathed in the moonlight. His big hand caresses her thighs, wasting no time in rubbing over her core. 
Almost in a trance, you replicate his motions, tracing over your clothed slit as a quiet breath flutters from your lips, drowned out by his heavy groan.
“Look at you, all ready for daddy…” He rasps, his words slurred, “You knew what I needed tonight, huh?” He touches her petals, spreading the panty-clad folds, “Such a cute little pussy, Want me to fuck you?”  
She sleepily rocks against his hand and he laughs, silencing her murmurs with a hand on her back. He manhandles her as he pleases, tossing pillows and blankets to the floor before straddling the back of her thighs.
You exhale and dip your fingers beneath the band of your underwear, seeking that needy bundle. Tingles fill your tummy while you circle your hole, gathering your juices up to your clit. 
His fist squeezes his base and slides up to the angry red tip, smearing the pearly dribbles with his thumb. He’s thick and long, veins protruding from the smooth girth before disappearing under his bushy pubic hair. He grinds against her ass, his pre cum leaking all over her panties.
“You’re so fucking wet, I can smell you.” 
With heavy groans, he rocks against her and the camera shakes. Primal thrusts slide his solid cock between her cheeks, staining the poor cotton. His big hand lands a series of harsh spanks, they’re so hard you feel the burning sensation too. 
You fuck yourself with your fingers in time with his grinds and whine, imagining his fat length rubbing against you just like that. 
“One of these days I’m gonna rub my sack all over your cunt. Get you all messy.” A forceful thrust sends the girl sliding a few inches up the bed. “Awh, you dropped your stuffie, little dummy.” He reaches out of the frame and returns with a stuffed animal. 
It takes you less than a second to recognize the black and white spots. To your horror, he places the stuffie on a pillow and pets the head right between the small horns. 
“There we go, gotta make sure Milky is watching. You gonna be quiet for me now, baby?” He laughs, “oh, why am I even asking? It’s not like you can wake up anyway.” 
Your heart plummets to the ground, shattering every layer of the Earth until falling into the endless oblivion of space.
“Can’t wait to fuck your ass, maybe I’ll do it while you’re sleeping, just like how I ate your cute cunt.” He spits, roughly groping her—your flesh, “bet you woke up all sore. Was wondering why you were so sensitive, like someone tortured your pussy.” He curses lowly and his hips stutter,  “sorry for bein’ so mean. You make me into a fucking animal.” 
All air is yanked from your body when his cum spurts out, covering your panties and lower back. He groans shamelessly, jerking off with his own seed to expel every last drop before pulling down the back of your stained panties. He rubs it into your skin like a sick claim of ownership. 
“I love you so much, baby. You have no fuckin’ clue.”
Despite the lightheadedness, you scroll to the comments. Every blink momentarily focuses your blurry vision on the bright screen: 
Cute stuffed animal lol
should’ve taken her panties off. I wanted to see that pretty pussy
damn, she’s knocked out cold. How does she sound when she’s awake?
MrSinister: absolutely divine. She’ll be awake in my next video, I promise.
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𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: my oh my 🫡 i feel very dirty, like i need to physically scrub my brain from this whore behaviour. happy Saturday besties.
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! be sure to check out the other fics for bones' challenge !!
As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
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flordeamatista · 1 year
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𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕
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pairing: Demon!Lloyd Hansen x Reader
concept: There is no breath or glare in the world, but only a faint demonic memory.
word count: 1.1 k
warnings: dark themes, knife play, dreams lust, soft dubcon, kidnapping, nicknames ─ (Sunshine, Cupcake)
a/n: My small daydream entry for @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th Challenge I had an old wip for a demon and Lloyd decided it was time to write for him.
lovely betas: @lunarbuck
line divider: @s-tarksintern
moodboard and gif made by me but shoutout to @sgt-seabass for giving me the screen caps for Mr. Lloyd!
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In him, he is restoring and preserving your soul.
The dull numbness that had struck when a tranquilizer shot you while you were running had mostly dissipated, leaving only a slight burning sensation.
You were blindfolded, gagged, and tied to a chair. 
Your ears pricked, and you listened for any movement from anywhere, trying to control the panic in your body. 
Your only memory was getting on the plane, seeing the clouds, and noticing a stache.
Silence. Silence engulfed the room.
Twisting around, you felt a loose knot behind your back. 
This was it. There’s a window. 
You smiled as you slowly freed yourself from that knot.
While you hurriedly removed your blindfold and gag, you looked around in the semi-darkness, trying to recall the last few hours, but you weren't able to see much.
As you slowly counted to ten, half of your vision gradually returned until you could see definite objects and your surroundings clearly. The roar of ocean waves and water rocking back and forth could also be heard.
“Well, hello there, Pumpkin! The figure spoke as light flooded his face. Your eyes glazed over his diamond-like check polo t-shirt and shiny ring on his finger as he slowly caressed your face, you noticed his blue eyes, lustful eyes. 
Game pieces make up his world, and you are its center
It's that voice. You could hear the demon's voice. It was almost ten years ago, when you were in your twenties, that you sold your soul to this voice.
Demon Lloyd. 
Having known why he was here, you knew  your time was running out. Since you didn't want to leave your lifestyle behind, you were about to deal in a contract with a higher demon to wash away Lloyd.
A smirk spread across his face. Open-mouthed dark-lusted kisses trailed across your jawline until your ear was submerged in his sultry breath. 
Each word he spoke traveled along your ear's shell before biting into the lobe as he gripped the ear. The temperature of his hand at your waist lowered while a sharp cold sensation traveled along your thighs. “I'm collecting you, Sunshine. I've been waiting for you since the first day you came to me."
“I don’t like chasing you,” he said, sliding a knife on your skin. Your skin felt like it was melting. As you looked down, you saw your dress melting under the knife like fire and air, revealing your body to him.
The gasp that left your mouth elicited a sinister chuckle from his throat. 
Your skin erupted in goosebumps as the knife allowed your body to breathe for him to see.
“Sunshine, you are all wet for me. See how close I am to your damp underwear. Have you thought about fucking me from the start? We are destined to be in harmony together. It was meant to be, my sweet sunshine." The way he put the knife handle into your pussy just enough to pass through the fabric of your underwear had you breathing heavily.
He overpowers all the damned with his mischief; you can moan and groan in bliss for him.
Feeling it, you wondered how his mouth and fingers would feel. Despite knowing demons had tails and hearing stories about humans and their sexual adventures with them, maybe you were curious to experience something other than a sharp knife.
Lloyd ground the knife into your thighs, balancing between light and painful.
The demon's only desire was to hear you groan his name as he held you tightly in his embrace.
As he squeezed your throat, kisses fell on your collarbone and the middle of your neck. 
An echoing moan leaked out of your ears pumped blood through your body. 
Suddenly the movement stopped, the blade flipped a second time, and your underwear met the same fate as your dress.
 Lust and desire flooded his azure eyes.
"What should I do, use that smart mouth of yours or let you scream my name for the whole world to hear?” A glittering tip of the blade appeared under the starlight as the knife fell between his fingertips.
My touch will reveal how I will equal you
A moan from your lips fell into his mouth like a sealed contract. He retreated with a smirk that hovered just high enough above your head to escape your grasp. 
Your skin was marked by the wind around his fingers, knife, and kisses.
You could feel it blowing like a plane flying into clouds.
This was not real.
Dreams.
There was a strong wind blowing, shattering windows and tearing apart the wind, even destroying the desire. 
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A sudden flickering of lights and screams from your jet caused you to awaken.
Upon waking, you realize everything was a cloudy dream. 
The lustful dream is still clouding your mind when that voice speaks again. You're sure you're not sleeping this time. As you attempt to calm your breathing, you hear his voice. 
A scratching comes from the outside of the plane on the side of the window.
Shadowy clouds are all you see around you, along with the golden ring in the reflection. Your breath becomes heavier, and the air ices over. Slowly turning around, you see him again.
There is no breath or glare in the world, but only a faint demonic memory.
There is a rapidity in his movements. You feel euphoria creeping up in your chest as everything tightens. 
He digs his fingers into your hips, flips you onto his lap, rests one hand on your cheek and slowly runs his lips along yours. He hums, "Such a pretty Sunshine. Surrender yourself to me!"
Lloyd bites your lower lip before tracing his finger slowly down to your pussy.
 As you closed your eyes, he had you. 
In return for a decade of freedom, you gave him your soul for eternity.
 “Cupcake, spread your legs. You’re now going to see my true form.” 
As he licks his lips, he focuses on your bare skin, and you see his tail on your legs.
Your tongue is filled with scorching moans.
As the world flips, desire demon paint greets you in an unending sky
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It Will Come Back
Pairing: Dark Old God! Lee Bodecker x Reader
Summary: Don't let it in with no intention to keep it. Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it. Honey, don't feed it. It will come back. -Hozier, It Will Come Back
Wordcount: 1.3k
Warnings: dubcon, dark themes, murder, horror
18+ ONLY, IF YOU ARE A MINOR KINDLY FUCK OFF, RESPECTFULLY!
A/N: My entry for @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th Challenge! Have been itching to write a dark Lee and a rural setting in the Appalachian mountains. Chose the old god trope. I had fun writing this despite being hungover. Happy Sunday! No beta! Enjoy~
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“It’s not happening, Bodecker!”
You hold your breath controlling shivers under the blankets. You can feel his eyes on you, feel his lustful stare on your skin despite the fact that he was a hundred yards away from you. Despite his view being obstructed by the walls and the fact that you were hiding inside your closet.
Lee was outside the property fence, sneering with disgust as your great-aunt shooed him away. You hear her yelling at him from the porch, telling him to go away, telling him that it was not happening.
Well, shit. You can even feel your aunt’s disappointment at what you’d done.
Don’t mess around with that sheriff. He ain’t good folk if he were folk at all. You hear me girl? You’re a visitor, you’re supposed to leave after you visit. You ain’t supposed to be stuck here so don’t give the mountains a reason to make you stuck.
Cold sweat drops from your nape as you squeeze your eyes shut. Your skin feels like ice and no amount of blankets seem to warm you back up. Yet, you still sweat all over. Clammy and shivering and persperating.
“She promised herself to me, Cordelia! Whispered it real sweet into my ear as we made love!”
Your great-aunt scoffs and spits on the dirt at the sheriff’s words, look back briefly inside the house to where she knows you’re cooped up. She’d ask you to stay inside the closet, the wood blessed and carved with wards enough to withstand any shifts of the moon. She’d warned you, threatened you, riddled you with fear to her best efforts. She’d seen the way Bodecker looked at you the first time you went into town.
Flashes of memories dance behind your eyelids as you control your shaking frame. You had fallen for his tricks. He was kind to you. He was gentle and attentive. The way his words carried with them a dedication, a solemn promise to mean whatever he would say and say whatever he thought. You’d believed him. It wasn’t that hard. You’d never been wooed before, never had anyone pay you much attention. It was supposed to be the summer you found love.
And Lee was convincing. Or you were naïve. Either way, you couldn’t forget the way his tongue felt against yours. Or the way his skin tasted as you licked him and took him in your mouth. Your untouched blood spilling on the blanket he’d laid down on the forest floor as he took your virginity the night the moon was full in the sky. You still feel the ghost of his touch over your breast as he handled them with care, twisting and pulling your nipples until you gave out a silent scream of pleasure. He’d built you up and broke you down, over and over until the both of you had your fill. By morning, you were full of his seed, sated and head over heels in love with the man your aunt had warned you to stay away from.
Cordelia tried her best but she couldn’t protect you from the town outside her land, beyond her fence.
“You know damn well she promised you nothing, you cretin! Now, go away before I set you and yours on fire!”
The screen door slams as your aunt stomps inside the house. Lee chuckles and looks towards the second floor window. He kicks a rock and it bounces off the fence’s post, he smirks, index finger pointed outward to the direction of the house. He pulls back his hand when it gets singed. A darkness passes over his features, the forest behind him going still and silent as if empathizing with the little roadblock that he was facing.
“I’ll come back for you, sweetheart. Or you’ll come out. Which ever comes first. Either way, you shouldn’t have let me have a taste.”
You hear him loud and clear, as if he were in the room with you. You feel the air go stale for a bit, suffocating you and drowning you in its eerie silence. Your skin crawls as your brain rings every alarm at the unseen danger that it knows is lurking, waiting.
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Will you give yourself to me, sweetheart?
I will. You have me. All of me.
Good. Do you love me, sweetheart?
I do—I love you. Yes! I—I love you, Lee. Please—
Fuck. Look at me, dove. Look at me while I take you. Yes, that’s it. Take me so well. Fit me perfectly—you’re perfect, sweetheart. And you’re mine!
You startle as you hear your aunt scream from outside. The world outside your windows is still dark when you push open the closet. Your temperature had gone back to normal. The shivers have dissipated and your flesh does not crawl anymore. No more voices in your head, singing a cacophony of sweet lies as it slowly clears up.
Another scream jolts you to your feet. You run downstairs to help Cordelia with whatever was bothering her. Your bare feet patter against the wooden floors, house creaking under the weight of your steps. You rush outside as you hear her call out to you, the house dark as you run past through and cross the porch.
There’s a flicker of light coming from a distance, you squint and see that it was a small fire inside the forest getting bigger the nearer you approach the fence. Your feet trudge against wet earth as you search for your aunt in the yard.
“Cordelia? Aunt Cordelia!”
You call out to her in the night. It’s quiet. Nothing seems to be out here except for the fire that looks to be coming closer. Fear suddenly runs down your spine as you sense someone watching you. You run to the edge of the property to find that the fence had been broken down.
“Cordelia!” You scream at the edge of the fence when you’re greeted by a giant stag, antlers as tall as the roof of your porch. You stop, feet aching as you step on a broken piece of barb wire you failed to see in your haste.
The stag approaches, bowing its head towards you. You see its eyes shining even in the darkness and feel a sense of peace. You raise your hand, wanting to touch it. Itching to feel its heat in your palm to calm him.
Just as you almost reach the stag you hear your aunt yell from inside the house. You pull back and run back inside, making the stag angry and rise on its hind legs. You frantically look for her again inside the house not caring about your mudded feet.
You hear something in the kitchen and slowly tread toward it.
“Sweetheart,” you jump at the familiar voice that suddenly appear behind you. You turn and back away when you see Lee standing there with his hands around your aunt’s neck. “Come with me and she lives.”
You look at your aunt, battered and bloody but still steadfast in her stance. She looks you dead in the eye before her last words ring in your ears.
“Run,” she takes her last breath as Lee breaks her neck easily. You run as fast as you can and barrel straight into a man holding a torch that appeared out of thin air. He grips your arm and shoves you backwards into Lee’s waiting arms.
Lee picks you up with ease and carries you away, shushing you as you fight him. He clutches you tightly, as you watch several people torch your house down. “Everything will be alright, sweetheart. All will be well.” His words lull you as he takes you deeper into the forest, the fire getting smaller until you could no longer see it.
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springdandelixn · 1 year
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Safety Measures
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Summary: The security system you had installed in your apartment was done to keep your stalker away. Little did you know, he's already made his way in.
Warnings: dark themes ahead, deception, stalking, allusions to noncon, creepy vibes, nothing too worrying really but do tell me if I missed something.
Characters: Dark!Stalker!Vision x F!Reader
W/C: 1.2K +
A/N: Written for @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th Challenge. Shoutout to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for she initially thought of this plot and shared it with me during one of my Vision highs haha
Side Note: Victor Shade is Vision's human name.
As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙
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“I think we are all set,” Mr. Shade says as he climbs down from his step ladder, tucking the screwdriver in his back pocket. “The cameras have a view of your kitchen and living room as well as your front door and the balcony.” He adds the information and you stare up at him, his words giving you a sense of relief and security. 
“I cannot thank you enough, Mr. Shade.”
“Please, call me Vision.” He says with a light chuckle, storing his things back in the large toolbox. “If you don’t mind me asking, it’s for our survey, but why are you having a security system installed?” 
His question makes you swallow thickly as the memories from the past months come to light. How innocent everything all started; random gifts left at your doorstep and soon after, at your workplace. Then the text messages started coming in, how this mysterious person would know where you were and what you were doing at the exact moment. 
Then the gifts began to become suggestive; different sets of lingerie, that to your surprise, fit you to a tee, with pairs of heels to match the outfit. But the most shocking one of all was a sex toy, wrapped in the most intricate and pristine packaging you’ve ever seen.
Until we meet, pretend it’s me. 
The note that came with it said and you immediately called up Sabrina and her boyfriend to pick you up from the apartment, fear encasing you that the stranger would show up any moment. You even changed your number the day after, hoping that it would deter, what you think is your stalker, to a degree and stop altogether.
But it didn’t. 
“Miss?” You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Vision call your attention, your hands fidgeting as you think of how to respond.
“There were reports of break-ins around the neighborhood a couple of days ago and I just want to have that extra security to feel safe.” It’s not the truth but not all of it is a lie. 
He hums at your explanation, a look of thought painting on his face and you visibly flinch when he snaps the toolbox close.
“I see. Well, I do assure you that our system is top of the line and no one will ever come in and out of your home undetected.” The smile he gives you is a comforting one and you can’t help but feel thankful for his assistance. 
He gives you a final rundown of everything he’s installed, showing you each corner where a camera can be found. You nod in understanding as he explains to you how to use the control panel and you make a mental note of all the important details he shares. 
“I guess that is everything.” He says with finality as he walks towards the front door. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” 
“Uhh—what about the payment?” You ask.
“I wouldn’t worry about that right now.” He states as he slips on his shoes. “We give our customers a one-month free trial for our services. And if everything is to your liking after the month, you can just give our customer service a call and they can finalize the transaction.”
“Oh, thank you so much. Is there anything else I need to know?”
“Nothing more for now.” His blue eyes shine against the afternoon light when he looks down at you. His blond hair falling over his eyes, and his brown, checkered shirt slightly rumpled from working all morning in your home. “But if anything happens, don’t hesitate to reach out.” He fishes out a card from his back pocket and hands it to you, seeing his name printed on the sheet. “That’s my personal line and you can call anytime.” You nod once more at his words and slightly tense when he rests his hand on your upper arm and gives it a light squeeze. “You stay safe now, miss.” He greets before turning to leave.
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“I don’t understand. You said this was top-of-the-line technology.” You can’t help the irritation from slipping as you watch him tinker with the control panel in your bedroom. 
“It is.” He simply answers but the lack of concern and conviction in his voice only makes you more anxious. 
You want to believe that Vision didn’t install junky tech, you checked the website of their company and all the reviews have been nothing but great. Yet here you are, shaking in fear as your mind flits back to the moment you woke up; seeing a bouquet of yellow lilies laying beside you on your bed and the card with such an ominous note attached to it. 
I’ll see you later.
You start to pace in your room as the sense of unease courses through your veins. You can’t stop thinking that something isn’t right, that you’ve made some grave mistake yet you cannot tell what, and the constant tapping of Vision on the pad of the console only adds to the tension that’s slowly enveloping you. 
Then the clicking stops and you look up to see Vision staring inside your ensuite. You go to stand near him and follow his line of sight, seeing that he’s staring at the bin underneath your sink where the yellow petals poke out from within. 
“You threw them.”
“What?” You look up at him curiously, your eyes suddenly growing wide when he turns to face you, his sapphires growing dark. 
“I said, you threw them. The flowers.” He says in a calm voice, his head tilting to the side as his brows knit, confusion painting over his face. “Did you not like them, darling? Lilies are your favorite, right? The yellow ones to be exact. Or did I get them wrong?”
A deep chill creeps up your spine as his words slowly sink into your bones. How would he come to know of such a personal fact? You’ve only ever met him once, today being the second time. You barely even talked when he installed the security system yet he speaks as if he knows you on such an intimate level. 
Unless—no.
It can’t be. 
He can’t be.
You slowly back away as your blood is filled with fear, your body shivering when he takes a step in your direction. 
“Did you get rid of the rest of my gifts as well?” His voice is steady and calm yet there’s a strength to it, making the tension in the room thicken further. “Were they not to your liking, darling?” 
“I–it’s—” You try to speak but the words die in your mouth as fear completely takes over you. 
“What’s wrong, darling?” He gives you a soft smile. “It’s just me.” 
It’s as if your feet start to grow a mind of their own and you sprint towards your bedroom door. But a beeping sound echoes through the walls and your door suddenly shuts close, an audible click coming after, and tears immediately spring from your eyes as you grab the knob and try yanking it open.
“It’s no use, darling.” His voice is so close and you turn to face him, gasping when he plants a hand on the side of your head, standing only inches away from you. “There’s no escape.”
“Please—who are you?!” You cry. “Let me go! Please!”
“I can’t let you do that.” There’s amusement in his voice and he smirks as he moves to wrap his fingers around your throat, your hands grabbing his wrist as you try to pull away from his grasp. “I can’t let you leave.” He gives the sides of your neck a light squeeze, choking as you feel his fingers dig into your skin. “You can never leave me.”
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buckets-and-trees · 1 year
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Witchview
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x witch!reader, Agatha Harkness
Word Count: trimmed right down to 1,300 exactly to fit the challenge (see below)
Summary: You wanted out before, but now you were compromised as the bait in your own trap and were becoming desperate for freedom. As he had said famously, the price of freedom was high. Desperation was dangerous. Desperation was fed by hope. Desperation erased the limits of reasonability. You had crossed lines, and you wouldn’t stop now.
Content Warnings: sexual situations (p in v), magic, sorcery, trickery…
Additional Notes: Written for the Friday the 13th challenge hosted by @boxofbonesfic. This one lives in the shadows rather than straight up dark… Another one or two hundred words I may have gotten it darker, but here we are.
A/N 2: Steve returned the stones and came back, because...that's what he did. Literally why would he have done anything else?
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Foreheads pressed together, he thrust into you again and again, the yearning engulfing both of you. He held himself over you, leaning on his forearms as if to cage you in, not knowing he was the one moving further into your elaborate trap.
“How can you feel so perfect beneath me?” he asked, reverent as a prayer.
Your heart burned, but you didn’t know what to say – you didn’t want to lie, but you were also unable to form coherent thoughts as you barreled towards your release – and you could not spare any focus elsewhere or risk breaking the spell. So instead, you tilted your head up and sought his lips again for a kiss.
He shifted his hips, hitting your sweet spot, and with a few more strokes, you shuddered and gasped, your orgasm rolling over you. With the clenching of your walls, he reached the peak of his own pleasure right after, and he came with a groan, spilling inside you.
He rolled off and to his side, pulling you into his chest, and you let yourself become wrapped up in him as your breaths mingled together and you came down from your highs.
He smiled then kissed you softly.
When he pulled back again to look at you, you concentrated everything on being in this moment. Nothing could be amiss as his blue eyes discerned almost everything.
“I’m so glad I found you,” he said.
It was you who found him, but he still needed to believe for this scene.
“I love you, Steve Rogers.”
“I love you, too.”
You brought your hand up to thread your fingers through his hair and then cup his cheek tenderly. “Sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He hummed and dropped off, drifting out of consciousness. You spent a few more moments whispering into his ear, planting more sentiments of devotion you needed him to absorb.
You lurched awake, pulling yourself from the dreamscape. It was taxing to project, and your lungs gulped in fresh air.
With your return, the thirteen candles around you had extinguished immediately. You sat up and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, furiously wiping away traitorous tears that had appeared, glad for the dimness in the chamber so your companion could not see.
This would soon come to an end. You needed it to be over. You never wanted to be this invested. He was supposed to be a mark, you drawing him in, not the other way around.
And you needed him to come to you.
To Westview.
The town had been your temporary home before the other two witches appeared and shattered it.
The chaos magic that drew Agatha to Westview was something you’d also felt immediately and wanted to flee, but the boundaries set up by Wanda – one of the first elements of the enchantment – meant you were trapped in the anomaly before you could realize you needed to escape.
Unlike the rest of the citizens, you knew.
You didn’t know everything, but your own magic kept you immune from the hypnotic spell. You knew enough to play along, bide your time, figure out what you needed to when you needed to. Agnes-then-Agatha inserted herself, and you observed, gleaned what you could, kept your head down. You let them play things out.
Once Wanda was gone, you wished to be, too.
As Agatha was trapped, you were, too.
The other citizens had been freed from the anomaly and their lives had returned to normal, but Wanda had bound magic folk to this town, inadvertently caging you in as well, unaware of the unrevealed witch in hiding.
As much as you avoided awakening Agatha from her Nosy Neighbor punishment, you came to terms quickly that you would need another witch to unravel the magical cage and escape.
It had been a feat to get her out, but together you had been able to break the restrictions of the runes and use your magic freely again. The runes had been cast hastily and while Wanda was engaged in battle with Agatha, her focus split.
However, she’d been able to create the magical cage to bind witches to the town without any distraction, and it seemed short of the Sorcerer Supreme or the Scarlett Witch herself, you may never be able to break the enchantment and get out.
You and Agatha had determined you would need someone who – despite and in many ways because of his goodness – would make the world burn for those who mattered most to them.
He may have passed on his shield to someone else, but Steve Rogers would never be able to ignore his heart, and the aim was that he would become an unstoppable force on his quest to set you free. The chances of convincing the powers you needed on the outside to come to your aid were nonexistent otherwise.
With care you had crafted the thirteen candles to commune with the soul of another.
Used individually or only in small groups, they were relatively safe. Burning all at once, thirteen communion candles were incredibly powerful and increasingly dangerous the longer they burned, and you were burning them together and nearly to the end of their wicks to achieve an illusion strong enough to enchant the super soldier. Thirteen candles could simulate reality. But they also could attract demons, ghouls, and spirits, requiring you and Agatha to continue working together – her standing watch while you went under.
You knew she was studying you now.
“Remember, he’s a means to an end.”
You turned your head to meet her gaze, unflinching. “It takes a lot to invest in making the illusion real with someone like him.”
She arched her brows. “I’m not judging you if you’re falling for him.”
You sighed. “He’s intoxicating.”
“Don’t get distracted and mess up. I know you don’t care about trapping me here, but if I’m stuck, so are you, which means no reality with Prince Charming.”
“I know.”
“The candles only burn for thirteen hours, and-“
“I know, Agatha!”
You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
“I know.”
Agatha sighed, then stepped closer and briefly touched your shoulder. “I know you do.”
This trust between you was only temporary, but it was something for now, and the small gesture helped to rebuild your focus.
You laid back down. “I’m ready.”
“You’re sure?”
“We’re limited on time with him, too.”
One night. You’d projected yourself into his dreams twelve times in one night, creating scenes, memories, a relationship that needed to be undeniable because now you weren’t going to visit him in a dream. For your thirteenth and final visit, you were going to project to him in his waking state, and either succeed or fail.
“Light the candles.”
You closed your eyes and began your own incantation while she repeated hers to ignite the flames and fortify the protection spells.
You stood at the counter, watching the soft morning light begin to illuminate the branches outside the window, waiting for him.
Soon enough, you heard his footsteps coming down the hallway, and then he entered the kitchen behind you. You turned toward him and smiled – it wasn’t forced or fake because that’s just what he elicited from you now. He returned it, but maybe not for much longer.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he greeted, reaching for you, but his face faltered as his fingers failed to find purchase.
“Sweetheart?”
“It’s not real,” you started. He would believe you either way – you knew that from everything you had studied about him beforehand, and all your manipulations tonight only confirmed that – but what you didn’t know was if that belief would feel betrayed or be driven to devotion.
“What?”
“This isn’t real,” you reiterated, “but it can be.”
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boxofbonesfic · 1 year
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𝔅𝔬𝔵𝔬𝔣𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰: 𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 13𝖙𝖍 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 
A list of all of the wonderful entries for my first annual Friday the 13th Challenge! I will be updating this list annually to catalogue all of the wonderful work my friends and peers have submitted. 
2023 Fics:
Talking to the Moon (Werewolf!Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic. Summary: “Run,” Lloyd gritted the word out to you through teeth like knives as his hands became claws, scoring into the expensive leather steering wheel. “Run so I can catch you.”
Wax and Wane (Werewolf!Andy Barber x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic. Summary: “You were drawn to Andrew Barber like a moth to flame, and now that everything you were is burned away, you cling to him in the ashes.”
Undying Change (Vampire!Bucky x Hunter!Reader) by @geminixevans-stan. Summary: “Reader was on a mission, a mission that caused her to lose to a being that she hated.”
Wherever you will go (Andy Barber x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor: Summary: “Your vacation isn’t the escape you thought it was.”
The Night Shift (Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor. Summary: “You work the night shift at the local museum and not all history is dead.”
Sleepy Hollow by (Stalker!Ari Levinson x Reader) @onsunnyside. Summary: “Beware the quiet ones.”
Fox Fire (Dark!Thor x Reader) by @syntheticavenger. Summary: “Despite repeated attempts to access a forbidden forest, approval comes with a cost. One that has been centuries in the making.”
No Motive (Serial killer!Stucky x Reader) by @moosereblogsfics. Summary: “Surprise, Sidney!”
Witchview (Steve x Reader) by @buckets-and-trees. Summary: “You wanted out before, but now you were compromised as the bait in your own trap and were becoming desperate for freedom. As he had said famously, the price of freedom was high. Desperation was dangerous. Desperation was fed by hope. Desperation erased the limits of reasonability. You had crossed lines, and you wouldn’t stop now.”
It will come back (Old God!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @slyyywriting. Summary: “Don't let it in with no intention to keep it. Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it. Honey, don't feed it. It will come back.” -Hozier, It Will Come Back 
The Stalker (Bucky x Reader) by @winter-soldier-101 
Safety Measures (Dark!Vision x Reader) by @springdandelixn. Summary: “The security system you had installed in your apartment was done to keep your stalker away. Little did you know, he's already made his way in.” 
Something’s not right with Mrs. Barber (Andy Barber x Siren!Reader) by @scandinavianfairytale. Summary: “Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Especially with a wife like you.”
K I L L B I L L (Andy Barber x Dark!College Student Reader) by @geniedetails. Summary: “hate to see you happy if I’m not the one drivin’.”
And all was lost (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey. Summary: “you must make it through the forest without being caught, lest you be forced to give in to whatever dark desires reside in your captor's heart.”
Pretty Thing (Dark!Charles Blackwood x Curvy!Reader) by @bellasburdens. 
Impatient (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @flordeamatista. Summary: “There is no breath or glare in the world, but only a faint demonic memory.”
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buckets-and-trees · 9 months
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💕 Self-love time! Talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you enjoy the most, for whatever reason. Send to other creators to do the same if you wish. 💕
NAVY, MY DEAR, THANK YOU for the ask! I received it this morning, but after the day I had, I definitely need a little self-love, so I'm so grateful this was waiting for me...
First is my Cedar Trees Collection that features a Royal!Rogers x Royal!Reader arranged marriage. I wrote the first story for it in December over just a day or two, and I remember just feeling very connected to the story - where I was setting it, the transitions of tone I wanted to show, and what I felt like was a less-frequently seen display of the royal-arranged-marriage trope? I very much fell for this Steve and these two. One of the reasons this became even more dear to my heart was that I about fainted when @writing-for-marvel popped out of nowhere sprinkling the fic with hearts as well, and my chest was fit to burst. I wrote the second story when she requested it for my 300 follower request fest, and I was excited to build out more story for these two but a bit nervous that I wouldn't be able to take it where I wanted to and have it be a piece that could proudly be paired with the original, but then I feel like it did come out how I hoped. There are a few more pieces I want to write for them, but I'm putting absolutely no pressure or deadlines on writing them because I adore them too much.
Second is Witchview which is a 1300-word Steve x witchy!Reader story I wrote for @boxofbonesfic's Friday the 13th Challenge last January. I feel like I was challenged by and conquered packing a complicated story with the essential elements while also building the background, including some setting elements, and really moving through from beginning to end giving pieces but also baking some intrigue/mystery into just 1300 words.
Third is Sacrificial, the Minotaur!Bucky x Reader dark terato fic that I stayed up all night to write a few weeks ago. That was... Mmmph. I just. That Saturday I needed monster smut and shouted/pouted at @rookthorne about it and 10 hours later had spit out 3.5k I was wickedly proud of.
I'm honestly writing a lot of things that my mind really is in love with right now/lately and that is so satisfying. I'm really grateful for that because I've loved writing since I was a teen and I haven't written for years, so to be living in my writing era again... it's so fulfilling and I am eager to share things coming up and still dying any time anyone leaves even half a comment reblog about liking one of my stories, too.
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Andy x who?
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(HAD to log back in just to send you this 🤣)
That stalker Andrew drabble I did...
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buckets-and-trees · 1 year
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❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it.
ok
so
honestly?
I wrote this little one-shot Witchview for @boxofbonesfic's Friday the 13th challenge last month (everyone should go pillage plunder and reblog from that collection because there is so much good stuff) and I really did write what I felt at the time was The Story. It was a 1300-word one-shot.
But then I keep thinking about it...
I'm thinking about the elaborate scenarios witchy!reader spun in her web of lies.
I'm thinking about how Steve takes everything in.
I'm thinking about whether or not he decides to help witchy!reader.
I'm thinking about whether or not he can trust her on any level.
Basically I think I want to write more.
wip ask game
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buckets-and-trees · 10 months
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Fanfic Directors COMMENTARY ask game
Dealer's choice?
OKAY THEN!
Witchview
I wrote this for @boxofbonesfic's Friday the 13th challenge in January of this year, and... I can be verbose, especially when I'm determined to figure out a plot and a backstory, but I'm incredibly pleased with what I trimmed down to and put into the exactly 1300 words that the challenge pieces were limited to. There are a lot of details and extras that I shaved off, and yet I still felt like I achieved a richness and a plethora of intriguing layers.
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I loved taking the approach of a morally questionable witchy!reader, I loved tying her to happening to have been hanging around Westview and trying to stay under the radar, I loved making her inadvertently trapped, I loved making her have to work with Agatha... Because why was she there in the first place? Why did she try to stay out of the way of Wanda and Agatha? Why is she desperate to get out of Westview now when she was content there before? And she straight up targeted Steve for this complicated summoning ritual, so why him? The stakes are too high to just idly entangle and entrust her fate to Captain America without a complexity of reasoning and determining that he was the best option for what she was trying to achieve.
Also, we only see snippets of visitations 12 and 13 for her building that connection and relationship with Steve, so what else happened?
And of course there's how I ended it...
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I definitely wrote a cohesive one-shot that stands on its own, but straight up lying if I didn't admit that I got feedback after posting it that slipped the edge of that plot's box open again, and threads have been trickling out since then.
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Night shift isn’t released yet right?
What? I wrote a drabble called The Night Shift, if that's what you mean.
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