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pairing(s) — (soft)dark!QUINN HUGHES x gray!reader word count — 4k

note — i am so sorry for this (not really)

recommended viewing — sorority row (2009)

bingo squares and additional content warnings under the cut.

bingo squares —orgasm control, non-consensual voyeurism (+ pictures taken) and implied past mutual masturbation (dubcon — you’ll see) additional content warnings — dom!reader + subby-as-hell!quinn (ngl he’s kind of a pathetic loser here, but that’s why we love him), m!receiving oral (perhaps too much idk you tell me) + cum play x2, quinn rendered dumb and speechless by his raging humiliation kink and his need for degradation (and an itty bitty bit of praise — quinn: new kink unlocked), i have been plagued w ball play as of late so im subjecting yall to it, mention of edging and orgasm denial, oh and just some pheromone kink bits and a cute lil oral fixation moment or two, nothing to see here!

QUINN HUGHES WAS ENAMORED the moment he saw you.

Three rows from the front. Laptop cracked, but more for show than anything. All your glittery, coveted attention fixed on the cellphone resting in your palm while you tapped away, your lips loosely draped over the pen you were gnawing on.

You were positively mesmerizing.

He briefly contemplated sliding into one of the open seats beside yours, but a gaggle of your insipid "sisters" beat him to the punch.

As if he would’ve been able to capitalize on the golden opportunity anyway; it took half the semester for him to form a full, coherent sentence in your vicinity.

Ironically, Quinn was far more comfortable when you weren’t looking.

Or, rather, Quinn was more comfortable when you didn’t know he was looking.

He didn’t interact much with anyone outside of his coding cohort and the club team—athletic prowess only garners state-school clout when your sport is top dog, and this was a football school, through and through. As such, and at the hands of his tragic awkwardness, he rarely spoke to women, if ever.

And he never got face time with any as effortlessly beautiful and interesting as you.

Discovering that your large bedroom window faced the secluded side street he took to get home from practice each night felt like a sign. He’d struck gold, and it would be a shame not to put the knowledge to good use.

In his own shadowy domain, he could be whatever and whoever he wanted; he could be the guy who got the girl.

It was exhilarating, really.

Quinn supposed some of that rush should be attributed to the feeling of unbridled control his daily routine sorely and consistently lacked. He hardly, if ever, felt like an active participant in his own life.

But in the privacy of his own head—and the safety of the very curb he’s stood on now—there were no alpha douche-canoes to eat up your finite attention or loud airheads to crave your tutelage.

Between sundown and sun-up, you were his and his alone.

— Even if you were none the wiser.

As benevolent as you may appear, he knew you would never give a guy like him the time of day. Quinn was a lot of things, but stupid's never been one of them.

You wouldn’t even acknowledge his existence if it weren’t for your shared smaller sessions on Thursday mornings. Just you and him… and ten other students, with the occasional appearance of your slacker TA—how romantic.

And if he couldn’t even get a moment alone with you, he definitely wouldn’t get a night inside of you, either.

So, he settles.

Quinn puts up with the bugs and tolerates the bushes, swallowing his pride (and his mortification), and takes what he can get.

He's accustomed to maneuvering in the dark—this stretch of pavement in particular—but he stumbles through the dimly lit street like he’s got two left feet that only grew in yesterday.

If you were privy to his impromptu audition for Bambi, you don’t mention it.

And if you clocked the obnoxious bulge tenting his jeans, you don’t acknowledge that, either.

Quinn isn’t entirely sure this is happening in his real, waking life; it’s far too good to be true.

This is not at all where he thought the night would go when your name flashed across the screen.

When he hesitantly clicked ‘accept’ and brought the phone to his ear, all while still palming himself to the memory of your head tossed back in ecstasy—the way it was before the lights went out abruptly —Quinn assumed he’d soon be gripping steel bars.

“H-How’d you get this number?” he asked after hearing his name.

You whispered it so ardently he could almost feel your breath on his cheek. It made him shiver and, momentarily, forget he’d likely been caught red-handed—literally.

“You made the group chat for our section, silly.”

Instinct compelled Quinn to chastise himself, but knowing you remembered that minute detail—a nothing of a fact, really—was enough to override the urge entirely.

And the complete lack of ire in your voice lured him into a false sense of security yet to be disproven.

He gulped and willed his hand to stop moving. “Oh, right. Uh, is there something you need? Did the outline for next week not go through? Because if not, I can just re-send it ri—”

“Meet me at the same door as last time,” you sliced through his rambling with a tone that was neither foreboding nor comforting.

Then, the line went dead.

For once, Quinn was grateful to be so eager to please. If not for that zeal, he couldn't have walked up to the service door of Delta Nu.

Risking the wrath of your underlings was never a goal of his, but considering how quickly they turned up their plastic noses at him when he came by to drop off notes from the class you missed, Quinn couldn’t imagine worse circumstances for Round Two.

When the backdoor swung in, you spoiled him in all your glory and the assurance of an empty house.

Out of pure exhaustion—and in his excitement to resume his ritual after a long week away—it slipped his mind; tonight is the best and biggest Kappa Tau rager.

Hence the ghost town

“Do you stand out there all night, stalker?”

Quinn’s head bobbed despite the apt insult. Then, he remembered you couldn’t see his reply, given that you were leading him up a staircase.

“M-Most nights, yeah.”

At that, you spun on your heel. Quinn shook like a leaf as you stepped forward. Gripping the railing, a hand on either side of his shrunken form, you invaded his personal space for the sole purpose of degrading him further.

The sneer hadn’t reached your eyes, but it speared him just the same. “God, you’re fucking pathetic.”

Quinn launched into an attempt at groveling, but his own verbal clumsiness rendered the effort futile.

However, his sputtered half-thoughts and litany of sentences that went nowhere were brought to a screeching halt by a single, manicured finger. Unable to process the touch and the wicked grin on your otherwise cherubic face concurrently, he froze.

His predicament worsened when you gently breached the tight seam of his lips to rest your interruption against his tongue.

You stepped closer; he saw stars. “I like that.”

It was at that moment Quinn realized you came straight down to the side-yard...because he could taste you. As you massaged his tongue with the pad of your finger, effectively rubbing your essence into his body, it took every ounce of strength to keep himself from busting right there in your foyer.

Still, he managed the mortification he sought to avoid.

“Are you… Are you humping me?” you barked with an incredulous snort.

Humiliation blurred his vision as you backed away from him; it wasn’t his fault your perfume elicited a Pavlovian bodily reaction.

You kept your finger in his mouth as you bit back genuine laughter, but that just made him harder.

“Y’know,” you hummed, contemplative. You paused to watch your pointer finger slowly thrust in and out of his needy mouth. Your smirk was noticeably wider when you spoke again. “My last boyfriend couldn’t even text me back—or remember that he was in a monogamous relationship.”

Quinn blinked. “Your last boyfriend?”

The question was garbled by your finger—and his own sucking. It didn’t matter, though. His reply wasn’t necessary.

At least, not yet.

“Mhmm, my last one.”

You repeated yourself as if you were speaking to a child and not to the grown man whose boner was digging into your skin.

It made him whimper. Your condescension was his kryptonite, apparently.

“But...I know my next one will be different; you’re too devoted to hurt me.”

He wasn’t given time to respond because as soon as you got your desired reaction—mewling akin to a bleating lamb and the whites of his eyes—you were dragging him up the remaining stairs and into the president’s suite.

Quinn’s spent countless hours wondering what your bedroom looked like, and even more fantasizing about what might happen if he ever saw it firsthand. His mouth splits after working up the nerve to compare the reality of your space to his mental notes, but before he can shove out any words, you’re backing him across the room with a devious glint in your eyes.

“W-What are you doing?” he asks when his back hits glass.

Right now, he’s pressed against his standing window into your most private moments. It feels wrong to be on this side of the wall.

Quinn gets none of the bubbly warmth he assumed he would if he ever found himself here. Instead, he feels unbelievably small as he drowns in a sea of poor choices.

“I think a little exhibitionism would be good for you, Hughes.”

"I-I don’t understand…”

You smile. His stupid heart flutters.

God, love’s fucking embarrassing.

Again, you crowd his space. This time, though, until there’s barely enough room between the window pane and your body for his wilted one. You press a single, fleeting kiss to his pulse point, your breath fanning over his clammy skin. His hitches in his throat.

“I want you to see things from my point of view.”

The words seep into his neck. Your intentions slam into him like a semi-truck going full speed. Anyone walking on the path—his path— would need only to venture a peek at your window to know exactly what was happening.

It would be too easy to watch him the way he’s watched you for weeks.

A taste of his own medicine.

The candy-coated threat shouldn’t have the effect that it does. Given how emotionally charged the air’s become—for him, at least—it makes sense for his body to get some wires crossed; the same sticky emotion causing him to wither in fear should not be making him harder than ever.

He isn’t expecting you to kiss him, so it takes Quinn’s mind a beat to catch up. Still, he melts into the affection like it's the only thing keeping him alive. Though, as soon as Quinn regains enough composure to actually participate, you kill the kiss as swiftly as you brought it to fruition.

He chases after your mouth, much to your amusement.

“What, sad there was no tongue?” you tease as if you weren't the one to ruined the moment.

Quinn doesn’t find you very funny right now.

“We’re going to play a little game.”

Your lips brush his as your hushed words march out, but he remains still. He knows better now than to ask questions prematurely. You hum in acknowledgment, satisfied.

Quinn beams. He's always been a quick study.

You take him by the wrist and guide him into the space you just vacated.

Physically, he knows he’s stronger. It wouldn’t take much to overpower you, but that means nothing in the face of your mental sway. Quinn can’t move because you don’t want him to—because you haven’t told him he can.

And any hope of gaining the upper hand crashes out onto the concrete the moment your bare knees hit the carpet.

Quinn knows he’s a dead man when your hands coast up his thighs.

“Put your hands on the window sill.” He does without hesitation. “Keep them there. You move, I stop. Understand?”

“Yes, I-I understand.”

“Good boy,” you say.

It’s more of a taunt than true praise, but his bulge twitches all the same before your eyes. The slight betrayal announces the internal chaos in the wake of the unexpected praise.

Quinn knew he liked that, but he didn’t want you to know it, too. What little control he managed to horde dissipates.

The delight on your face confirms the worst; you plan to do with that information what he hoped you wouldn’t. “God, I am going to have so much fun with you.”

It's an uphill battle, trying to keep his eyes open and his hands where they are supposed to be.

Quinn tastes nirvana when you finally flick the tip of your tongue over his cherry-red tip, the skin having adopted a luminous intensity courtesy of the few street lamps nearby. Glowing, after too much teasing.

Normally, he veered toward edging and denial JOI content, especially if the voice actor sounded anything like you. Tonight, he’s never hated a concept more. Still, he's making sure he behaves because he knows you’ll reward him handsomely.

You can be sweet when you want to be.

Like right now, for instance. You’re snuggling your face into his body, generously nuzzling his painfully stiff length with your cheeks. Whenever the friction mounts to anything substantial, you pull back to decorate his hips and inner thighs with little pecks.

They're reminiscent of the chaste parting kisses you’ve given his cheek in the past just to make him squirm.

You lap up what you can of the escaping arousal, hungrily drinking down all he has to offer. You do your best, you really do, but there’s just too much. The successor to each puddle arrives faster than you expect, and quicker than you can keep up with.

So, you stop trying.

You’re both so desperate, anyway.

Quinn bites back a scream when your dominant hand loops around the base of his cock; the cruel, beautiful beast only settling once the middle finger finally reaches the accompanying thumb. The pressure is light, but encompassing enough to make him dizzy.

So dizzy, in fact, that he actually appreciates your one rule.

However, nothing could have prepared him for what torture you enact next.

Blinking up at him, you rub the leaking tip over and between your lips. With one hand braced against his bare thigh and the other unchanged, you gently tug downward as you suckle the bulbous head.

The sensation is unlike anything Quinn has felt in his limited experience, which he wears like a scarlet letter. The little huffs that make him feel like a dog panting in mid-July remind him that while he's gotten a blowjob or two before, they were nothing like this one. They weren't from you. It might be unfair to lump those instances in with the magic of your mouth.

You can’t compete where you don’t compare.

So, Quinn showers you in soft, airy whispers. Even when you pull back until only the ridge preceding the tip rests past your spit-stained lips, he goes on and on about how good your mouth feels and how much he adores you.

And, if he were slightly more coherent, maybe he would’ve caught the obvious squeeze of your thighs at his flushed cheeks and the reciprocal effect your lazy teasing.

His hips go rogue when you try to swallow him a little deeper, jerking forward and sending the firm tip to the back of your throat. Naturally, you lose your grip and gag around him, your eyes watering more and more with each subsequent unintended impact.

Quinn is bashfully apologetic, but you’re quick to remove him from your mouth.

“Shouldn’t you already know I like to choke on it?” your raspy voice goads.

You shoot him a wink before hollowing your cheeks to accommodate his wide girth, your tongue flattened and pressed tautly to the underside.

The shallow movement triggers images he shouldn’t have, bright and flashing through his head: of you, on your knees like this for that jerk-off ex-boyfriend of yours—of you, from a distance and fuzzy, forever immortalized in a single film unit pinned to the back wall of his closet.

Quinn does know you like to choke on it. He knows you like to be choked, too.Quinn knows a lot of things about you—likes, dislikes, sleep patterns, study habits… sexual preferences.

Your bizarre reaction to his Peeping Tom antics makes him wonder what you might know about him…

He’s given no time to fall down that rabbit hole on account of your nose brushing his public bone once more. Quinn cannot fathom how his length disappeared down your throat so smoothly, and it's useless to try, given how thoroughly muddied his head’s become with your tongue gently petting the delicate skin of his sack.

With your lips stretched around the base—and your thumb tucked into your palm to subdue innate reflex—you begin massaging what you can. Until you realize quinn has absolutely zero volume control. As crazy as his loud and breathy moans make you, you’ve come too far only to get this far.

Viscous, glasslike threads hang between your withheld mouth and his anguished cock in the lower fringe of your vision. Above you, Quinn is struggling, whimpering like a lost puppy caught in a storm.

Lips parted ever-so-slightly, his forehead rests against the frame, limp. He's white-knuckling the historic, but recently refurbished wood, trembling in your barely-there hold because he’s that aroused. Mindlessly teetering on the border of “too much” and “not enough," all the while mumbling unintelligibly between choppy breaths.

You could get drunk on those pretty sounds; you’re sure of it.

Maybe next time, you will.

“I know I said everyone was out, but I don’t think you want Ms. Patty busting through the door before you have a chance to.”

The thought of your sixty-year-old, strict-as-fuck house mother catching him with his pants around his ankles is just horrific enough to coax him a bit closer to the ground.

Quinn bites his lip in a show of good faith.

“Good boy,” you hum your approval while stroking him. “Now, tell me what you want. Tell me what you need to cum in my mouth, Quinn.”

“I need—f-fuck!” he grumbles, at war with himself. Ultimately, primal need overpowers the fickle social invention that is a shame: “I need you to play with… with my b-balls again—please.”

Delaying his wish, you wrap your mouth around him one last time. You need to elicit that one-of-one sudden, uneven intake of air—the giveaway gasp, the tremor of truth. Insatiable, you fill your throat to the brink. The distinct, thick scent of the day’s natural musk swirling with the sheen of hard work on the ice keeps you there until your vision blurs and drool pools under your tongue.

Motivated by a sticky, overdue reward and a whine bursting from deep in Quinn’s throat—the sweet sound of total surrender—you succumb to your own desire to make him feel the best he’s ever felt.

You lick at them gingerly at first, and with a doughy, flattened tongue. You meant to test the waters, to take things slow and drag out his orgasm, but a string of colorful language tumbles from his pretty, pink mouth to derail your plans.

With the dam crumbling, you have to suck one into your hot, wet mouth.

His reaction does not disappoint.

Your spit-soaked hands rise to his recently abandoned length as you devote equal attention to the pair with your mouth. Quinn swells and heavies on your tongue and everything is throbbing.

Including the tight heat between your knees, pulsing around the mere thought of him fucking you there instead.

“S’close, ‘m gonna c-cum soon—Shit!”

Amidst the drawn-out expletive, you detach in order to aim his release on his behalf (though very reluctantly), knowing full-well Quinn is far too gone to be capable of anything.

His eyelids flutter seconds before snapping open, intent to watch you watch him fall apart.

Oh, and fall apart he does…

Crude and ear-piercing, and over faster than either of you would’ve preferred, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little flattered by it. You enjoy how easy he is—how pliable.

His hips jerk too easily and his hands wander aimlessly, and you can’t bring yourself to chastise him, entirely consumed by the show unfolding at your hand. It's like he can’t help himself; can’t help but twitch and drip, can’t help but whimper and beg for anything and everything.

He won’t even let you pull away to catch your breath without whining. At one point, whether by accident or designed to keep you from retreating, Quinn’s knees squeezed together, effectively caging you in from both sides.

A messy concoction of cum, spit, and tears paints the lower half of your face. Quinn’s chest heaves as he watches it collect and drip down your neck and into the valley of your chest, soiling your delicate pajamas beyond repair.

Unfazed, you leave the emotionality to him while you lick your fingers clean. Once you’ve finished, you mop up the dissenter spray on your cheeks, chin, and décolletage, and greedily swallow it down, too. It's when you delve between your tits to scoop out the remainder of his spill that Quinn just about keels over.

He falls back against the window, and you shift back into your heels.

He rights his pants, and you wipe your mouth with the corner of your bathrobe.

For a while, you observe one another, having not been this close—or alone—together before.

That’s not to say you didn’t notice him, though.

You actually struggled not to, and it drove your now-ex insane. His enmity toward Quinn came to a head this afternoon. Unable to deny your raging, juvenile crush, you finally pulled the trigger on something that was a long time coming—and for reasons beyond that not-so-unfounded jealousy.

“C-Can I have a head-start before you call the c-cops?” Quinn asks.

He’s so timid, you can’t help but laugh. He blinks down, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he rifles through yours, searching for malicious intent or knotted strings—fury behind an unspoken threat.

You let him look; this is a conclusion he needs to reach without you holding his hand.

When the investigation runs its course having turned up nothing dubious, he slides down to the floor beside you. He’s reverted to avoiding eye contact, unfortunately. Quinn watches the tremor in his fingers instead.

“I am sorry, y'know, about… Well, uh, you know.”

You find the way he dances around committing a felony (repeatedly) weirdly endearing.

While you very well could put him out of his palpable misery—you can actually smell it on him—there's no fun to be found in that. As such, you force Quinn to wrestle with his words a bit longer.

Eventually, you offer him a shrug that isn’t the least bit pacifying.

“You’re going to make it up to me, don’t worry.”

His eyes snap to yours just as you knew they would. His throat quivers in the wake of a sharp gulp.

The nervous tick cracks your nonchalant demeanor. You roll your eyes. “If you’re going to keep watching, you might as well make yourself useful.”

Quinn’s eyes narrow, perplexed. You grin in anticipation.

“My vibrator’s dead, and I can’t find the right charger. Time to get your ass off the bench, Hughes.”

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arialerendeair · 9 months ago

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Dreamling Fic Masterpost

Dreamling Masterpost

Decided it was high-time that I made a Masterpost of my Dreamling content because I have much of it! So here it is! If a fic is a part of a series, I'll link the series. All fics are complete unless listed in progress!

Bingo Masterpost | Ao3 Collection

An Immortal, an Endless, a Human-Turned-Dream-Eager Walk Into A Bar (and find a Missing Ray of Sunshine) | 15k

Those Who Kink Together, Stay Together | 4k

My Heart’s Protector | 5k

Make It Count | 120k

Well Matched | 31k

Dreaming of Warmth | 1.1k

Weathering A Storm | 11k

Synthetic Dreams | 7k

The Heart of an Endless | 4k

Half Your Age Plus Seven… Billion? | 10.7k

My Stranger | 6k

Iustitia | 9k

The War for The Dreaming | 32k

A Husband, A Consort, A Nightmare | 9k

Common Dating Misconceptions | 6k

A Bastion of Warmth | 7k

Ye Olde YouTube Love Story | 7k

The Not-So-Accidental Baby Acquisition | 5k

A Worthy Proposal | 7k

Hope of the Endless is Created, Taught, and Courted (Mostly In That Order) | 23k

Drifting with Dream | 12k

Dragon Wars | 39k

Summer Rain | 5k

Shifting Gears | 5k

The Barghest Nightmare | 19k

Hopefully Verse

Hopes & Dreams | 35k

Hoping Dinner Goes Well | 9.5

A Symbol of Hope | 3k

Hope Holds the Gates | 5.5k

Shattered Hopes and Rebuilt Dreams | 6k

Hope Destroys to Build Again | 4k

A New and Hopeful Future | 5k

The Art of Weapon-Related Seduction (As Observed by Hob Gadling & Dream of the Endless) Verse

The Art of Seduction Via Longbow | 12k

The Continuing Art of Seduction Via Weapons Demonstrations (And Leather Pants) | 11.5k

The Art of Nerdery (and Seduction) Via Lightsabers | 4k

Checkmate Verse

Discover Check, and Incidentally Mate | 6k

The Grandmaster Title (And Reward) | 13k

Dreamling Week 2023

A-Courting to You | 1.1k

Dragon Bonded | 5k

Anything | 3k

Pretending! Unless... | 4k

Jealousy Does Not Become Him | 4k

Or | 2.5k

All in a Day's Kidnapping | 6k

Standalone Dreamling Fics

Alexander is Endlessly Surprising | 30k

Vengeance Burns | 4k

The King Consort Goes to War | 8k

Nightmaric Catharsis | 15k

The Price | 22k

Begin, Muse, when the two now break and clash, Dream of the Endless and Lucifer Morningstar | 9k

The Decline in the Art of Kidnapping | 4k

Necessary Friction | 5k

Torment | 8k

Daydream in Love | 5k

In the Rain | 2k

Broken Pots Still Hold Water | 9k

A Dream of Rescue | 51k

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Rescuing Hope of the Endless | 9k

On Fierce and Wild Wings | 33k

Hob Gadling, King Consort (And Friends) | 12.3k

Into the Unknown, Together | 4k

Learning to Say Goodbye | 1k

Struggle | 1.1k

The Storyteller | 2k

Lustful Daydreams | 3k

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Becoming Hope of the Endless | 6k | IN PROGRESS

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Braided Longing | 13k

A Dream Model | 30k

A Dream of Dragons | 32k

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day? (AKA The Sonnet-Off) | 7.5k

Dreams Make Living Worthwhile | 63k

Broken Glass | 12k

Dethroned | 24k

A Family Stands Tall | 10k

A Blundered Beginning | 12k

What's a Bit of Death Between Friends | 9k

Call of the Wild | 28k

Rewrite the Stars | 60k

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Will be updated as I post more fic!

#Aria Posts #Dreamling #Masterpost #My writing #1 million words of Dreamling #(And more)

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smutconnoisseur · 2 years ago

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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 |

#stucky #smutconnoisseur #ao3 #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #stucky fanfiction #fic moodboard #modern au #steve x bucky #allcapsbingo2023 #stucky bingo round 4 #anyfandomkinkbingo #anyfandomgoesbingo #lgbtqbingo #stucky fanfic #dads best friend Bucky #age difference

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themculibrary · 1 year ago

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Smut - Barebacking Masterlist

Bespoke (ao3) - thyrza steve/tony E, 2k

Summary: Steve likes it when Tony leaves the suit on.

No, not *that* suit.

(Shameless PWP. Sorry not sorry.)

Collar Full of Chemistry (ao3) - 2bestfriends steve/bucky E, 188k

Summary: Steve is very rich and desperate to feel in control of his life again after a recent divorce has left him feeling bitter and lonely. When he keeps crossing paths with a disaster twenty-something, an unconventional solution presents itself. Steve's always been one for following his instincts.

Bucky is very broke and can't seem to catch a break, especially after some asshole fires him for one fucking mistake. So of course, it follows that he should sign a contract agreeing to do everything and anything that same asshole wants for a whole year in exchange for a payout that could finally change his life for the better.

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AKA a fantasy BDSM romance featuring heavy mutual pining, feelings denial, and enough kink to blackout a bingo card. We know what we're about, son.

Coming In Hot (Ao3) -fandomfluffandfuck steve/bucky E, 45k

Summary: Once Steve and Bucky take the jump in their relationship to go without condoms the super-soldier serum slowly gets spread to Bucky through Steve's semen. Which causes plenty of questions to arise: when do Bucky's "symptoms" start to show?, how long does it take Steve and Bucky to catch on?, and once they do understand what is happening... will getting a second-hand dose of the serum stop Bucky from taking Steve bare? Or will it only lead to more?

even when you lie, even when you hide (you mean everything to me) (ao3) - AceofWands bucky/steve/tony, pepper/tony E, 30k

Summary: All these years he’d wondered, that little childish part of him that loved his mother’s stories, what his soulmate was going to be like. Even as his father made sure he knew there were more important things he had to accomplish, told him over and over that he’d be better off without a soulmate at all – to the point where Tony had wondered if maybe he’d be one of those people whose soulmate had died young - he’d secretly hoped and wondered if he’d be one of the lucky ones.

And now he knew.

His father had been right all along.

Tony had two soulmates, who already knew each other.

He decided then and there that he was never, ever going to tell them he existed.

And then he woke up in a cave in Afghanistan.

G.I. Joes and 2AM Diners (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 100k

Summary: They look nothing like what they used to. Time and life have completely changed them. But as they sit there in silence, eating two halves of one cupcake, letting Brooklyn remind there where they came from, and enjoying a sky full of stars… They are those same little boys, somewhere deep down. For just a second, you’d be able to see them again.

And Bucky thinks to himself that maybe it’s little moments like these – fleeting as they may be – that remind him why life is still worth living.

Good Things to Those Who Wait (ao3) - Annie D (scaramouche) steve/tony E, 10k

Summary: Tony assumed that after he and Steve got together, his heats would be more fun. He’s right, but he’s also wrong.

Kiss Me Thru The Phone (ao3) - 27dragons, tisfan bucky/tony E, 7k

Summary: Trolling Steve seems like a good idea, right up until Bucky's really, really into the pretend phone sex...

But... seems like maybe Tony's into it, too...

love the sin, love the sinner (ao3) - silkspectred steve/tony E, 10k

Summary: It keeps happening. Not often, just once or twice a month, but it keeps happening. Always in the same way: it’s unplanned, sudden, unexpected, Steve is surprised and eager, his dick goes from zero to one hundred in two seconds, Tony’s touch is electric, everything he does drives Steve crazy, but he never lets Steve kiss him, he very rarely looks Steve in the eye, he never talks, never makes a sound when he comes, never mentions it later.

Mark XXX (ao3) - Robin_tCJ steve/tony/iron man (armor), iron man (armor)/steve E, 4k

Summary: Oh, look, another filthy, filthy threesome porn. This time, it's Steve/Tony/Iron Man Armour. No plot, mostly porn with a little bit of cracky humour. It's dirty, and I'm sorry.

No I'm not. I'm not sorry. You know what, you're all down here in the muck with me.

No Because, No Reason, No Explanation, No Solutions (ao3) - BlossomsintheMist steve/tony E, 93k

Summary: He let his hands rest, warmly, on Steve’s shoulders, against his neck. “I just want you to fuck me, soldier,” he managed to get out, breathy. “I want you to fuck me, yes, in my ass, and not stop. Again and again, until it’s out of your system.”

Steve and Tony and a marathon sex encounter. That's it, that's the fic.

Permissible Philandering (ao3) - Del_Rion steve/tony/thor E, 9k

Summary: Tony originally wanted to ask Jane what she was using his AI for, restricting a feed coming from one of the Tower’s rooms. Getting his answer led to something else entirely – including a bedroom and two of his fellow Avengers whom he hadn’t assumed were quite so forward when it came to sex.

Seeing Stars (ao3) - BlossomsintheMist steve/tony E, 12k

Summary: “I want you to ride me,” Steve said, his hand closing around his dick. He slid it up slow, pushing his foreskin up before circling his palm over the head, pulling it back down so that Tony got a view of his sweet, leaking tip, the copious precome welling up and spilling over.

Tony gives Steve a ride (and a few more things).

Sprinkles (ao3) - The_Nerd_Alert steve/bucky E, 225k

Summary: When people asked him 'So Mr. Rogers… what is it you do for a living?', they expected some epic answer; something heroic and demanding, and completely fitting this Herculean supermodel standing before them. That was not the answer they got. Instead, Steve would just give them a knowing look. Steve would laugh. Steve would always answer with a huge smile, ready to take them all by surprise. What was his answer?

'I bake cupcakes for a living.'

Steve Rogers owns the best Cupcakery in Brooklyn. The garage that just opened across the street, however, may be driving business away with its seemingly dirty and rough-around-the-edges staff. Add in the stress of planning a wedding with his fiancée Sharon, plus a high-strung finance manager, and Steve was a nervous wreck. But when the drop-dead gorgeous mechanic with a sleeve full of tattoos and long brown hair comes into his shop one day with a nervous smile and two dollars in his pocket, Steve doesn't think anything could really come of this chance meeting. It's just harmless flirting. Right?

Boy was he wrong...

Two Heroes and a Box (ao3) - Anonymous steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: Tony wakes up with a headache and an uncomfortable sweat sticking to his shirt and hair. He blinks a few times to push away the fuzziness of sleep and slowly comes to the realization that he's been kidnapped. Again.

Hooray.

Also, there's another body about twice his size and weight pushing against his front and taking up most of his personal space.

We have not touched the stars (ao3) - sangha steve/bucky E, 21k

Summary: Steve is still adjusting to life in the 21st century. His life nowadays is mostly lonely. Though he appreciates her good intentions, he always rebuffs Natasha's efforts to set him up on a date; he simply isn't interested in pursuing anything romantic.

At least, until Steve gets drunk on Asgardian liquor and a ridiculously handsome stranger at the bar catches his eye.

Wrap It Up (I'll Take It) (ao3) - 51stCenturyFox steve/tony M, 2k

Summary: Smart billionaires were almost required to be eccentric. So Tony Stark didn’t like to be handed things and he didn’t swap intimate fluids. At least he wasn’t scrubbing the labels off of canned goods or wearing Kleenex boxes for slippers like Howard Hughes.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #smut #sex tw #masterlists #barebacking #barebacking masterlist

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sageclover61 · 1 year ago

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Save A Witcher Bingo 2023 Masterpost

@hyrulehearts1123 and I cowrote a whole lotta fic this summer, and one of the things we managed was a blackout on my Save a Witcher Bingo Card!

@save-a-witcher-bingo

Bingo 1, top row,- Guess Who- With Knowledge Comes Pleasure- (Semi-) public sex- Rated E, Letho/Keldar, 1.2k.

This fic also achieves the achievement, Patent Pending, as this is the only fic tagged with this pairing. Kolgrim's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day- Chore Rotation-

Rated M, Kolgrim/Schrodinger, 5.7k. This fic also achieves the achievement, Under Seize, as Kolgrim only has 34 fics at the time of posting masterpost.

Kiss and Make Up- Make-up - Rated E- Lambert/Aiden/Voltehre, 1.6k. This fic also achieves the achievement, Hybrid Vigor, as this pairing has 10 fics at this time.

Tales in the Firelight- Bedtime Stories- Rated T- Vesemir/Guxart, 2.8k

No Good. No Evil. - Rated M, Jerome/Kiyan 7.8k (total) (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1: Conflicting Obligations - Jerome

Chapter 2: Major Injuries- Eskel

Chapter 3: Axii- Jerome

Chapter 4: Disability fic- Kiyan

Bingo 2- row two across, Schrodinger's Witcher

Where All Your Dreams Come True- Cliche- Rated T- Letho/Gaetan- 3.7k

Tieflings in the Woods- Crossover- Rated G- Lambert/Aiden- 3.5k

Something Different- Pair the Spare- Rated T- Gaetan/ Letho- 1.4k

Chapter 3 of No Good. No Evil. (Axii, Jerome).

Red Fox, brother to White Wolf- Were Creatures- Rated G- Lambert/Aiden- 3.4k

Bingo 3- row three across Reflections of the Truth chapter 3- Shared Bath-Rated E- Serrit/Letho/Auckles

Wedding Bells and Private Hells- Arranged Marriage- Rated E- Jerome/Kiyan- 10k

Willow Canes- Free Space- Rated M- Letho/Eskel

No Good. No Evil. Chapter 2- Major Injuries, Chapter 4, Disability fic

Bingo 4- row four across, Risky Business

A Night to Relax- Kink: Threesome- Rated E- Guxart/Letho/Vesemir, 2.3k

Like Petals in a Storm- Kink: Sex Pollen- Rated E- Eskel/Schrodinger, 1.7k

Reflections of the Truth- Rated E- 7.4kt

Chapter 1, 2, 4 Kink: Mirrors- Serrit, Serrit/Auckles, Serrit/Auckles/Letho

Chapter 3- Shared Bath Serrit/Auckles/Letho

The Most Dangerous Thing in the Woods- Kink: Held down, Rated E, Lambert/Geralt, 4k

Battles and Bruises- Everyone lives- Rated M- Gaetan/Letho- 6.4k

Bingo 5-

I Promise You I'm Not Broken- Scars- Rated T- Gaetan/Letho- 1k

Colors of the Soul- Soulbound- Rated T- Lambert/Aiden/Voltehre

Stuffed Full- Kink: Come Inflation- Rated E- Voltehre/Everyone (wolf witchers)

Squirrel!- Scoia'tael- Rated G- Guxart/Letho/Vesemir

So Small, but so Alive- Rated G- Gezras of Leyda

#save a witcher bingo 2023 #masterpost

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pherryt · 1 year ago

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Pherryt's Save a Witcher Bingo Masterlist

I managed 8 Bingos out of 12 possible and only left 3 squares blank. I had plans for 2 of them, no ideas for the last one, but I'm pretty proud of this.

Fills, In order of publishing - go to the list behind the cut or find the AO3 series Here

@save-a-witcher-bingo

Broken Graffiti I3 - Shared Bath Rated T, Aiden/Lambert, 10k

Storm of Memories B5 - Whump Rated T, Aiden/Lambert, 1436 words

Shattered Spells B2 - Time Travel to the Future Rated T, Lambert & Voltehre, 3165 words

Flowers for Two : Rated G, Aiden/Lambert/Voltehre, 5675 words

Chapter 1 - O2 - Symbology

Chapter 2 - N4 - Art Format : Coffee stains

Ignored G4 - Kink: Safeword Rated M, Aiden/Lambert, 1160 words

The Skellige Mystery I4 - Without Fear Rated G, Eskel, 4k, Crossover with One Piece

A Ferret in Bardic Clothing N1 - Dreams Rated T, Lambert/Jaskier, 2535 words

Library Interlude G2 - Deep throating Rated E, Vesemir/Jaskier, 2359 words

Making Good on a Promise N3 - Free Space Rated M, Coen/Jaskier, 2606 words

Feedback Loops I5 - Singing Rated E, Vesemir/Jaskier, Vesemir/Guxart, Eskel/Geralt, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 3562 words

Making Potions B3 - Art Format: Unusual Perspective Rated G, Lambert, No words

Clawing Towards a New Life O1: Character - Jad Rated T, Jad, 1508 words

Brainstorming, Sign Language, and Kitchen Conversations I1 - Training Rated G, Eskel & Lambert, Geralt/Jaskier, Vesemir, 2318 words

Eskels Incubus : Rated E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, Eskel/OMC, 10k

Chapter 1 - O3: Outsider pov

Chapter 2 - B1: Experience

Chapter 3 - B4 Body Modification

Chapter 4 - O4 Adrenaline Rush

Beneath the Surface of Kaer Morhen: Rated T, Lambert & Voltehre, Eskel, Geralt, Vesemir, Remus, 6331 words

Chapter 1 - G3: Teammates

Chapter 2 - I2: Fix it

Chapter 3 - G1: Everybody Lives

Two Worlds Don't Make a Right O5: Action/Adventure Rated T, Eskel (so far), 3712 words, Crossover with One Piece

#save a witcher bingo #pherryt's save a witcher bingo masterlist #2023 bingo masterlist #2023 bingo #bingo masterlist #witcher #also witcher/one piece crossovers #mostly fic some art

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scummy-writes · 11 months ago

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[CHAPTER 2]

I'm coming down with something and I'm getting tired at 10pm, ugh.

-> Gil setting aside a plate for us at every meal...i would be insanely shy and wouldnt be able to eat in front of him. I have so much trouble doing that irl too...

-> thank you, chev, for saying the obvious and giving a hard reality check. I get tired of this trope a bit. I do understand in other routes it can cause more problems, but its always been made so clear that the problems the other princes have are Above her, and her being belle seems to not be the insanely difficult thing they lay it out to be until it comes to the other kings trying to use her. The other princes dont give a shit.

-> chev will regret these words when sariel comes in with a picture in 4k of me smooching gilbert

Chev clearly knows that trauma shaped Gilbert into what he is today. I'm sure he heard whispers of what happened in the obsidian family and was able to hazard a guess that gilbert would change so drastically. I also believe that while he's surprised gilbert is obsessed with her, after learning more about her, he likely recognises some of the same 'Pure Heartedness' that gilbert had when younger, and can see that gilbert is attached to that. I believe he says these lines to test that idea out.

I will be sickeningly sweet with this man and I fucking hate it.

-> wants to see what sweet she has first because I imagine his spy reports cant gather some specific details like this at times. He is probablt fucking Excited to see all of this first hand, too. I also do enjoy the implication that he wanta to eat after mc, the saliva kink is unfortunately having some standing ground a bit.

-> obsidian regularly has food issues? I knew already that they happened in general, but was unsure how frequently they were or if it was certain provinces. Sounds very widespread.

-> concerned abour gils stomach.

-> spying on her for years and years. I imagine the details are maybe weekly updated or biweekly, a cluster of notes that are sent back to him. He must pay really well.

Proud of silvio and keith catching on. I feel like this is a showing of "this is MY woman :)" that mc is not picking up on.

Hehe = 1 (may have missed more again)

Bingo update:

GILBERT ROUTE SPOILERS POST

When Gilbert's route drops, I'll be reblogging this post each chapter or so with thoughts and general screaming under a cut. I'll be having it in a format with the chapter numbered, and then a cut directly after where I'll be yelling.

I'll be using the tags 'Scum Simps' and 'scum plays gil route' for those of you who want to filter it out. Thank u!

#scum simps #scum plays gil route

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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Dress Up | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

A/N: this is for 4k trope/kink bingo, submissive male square. Y’all read the warnings. This is not a soft domme, there are some things in this that will not be to people’s taste and that is okay.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader

Summary: Tom lost a bet and has to wear a french maid get up for a day of chores.

Warnings: Feminization (man in heels, costume, fishnets), cuckold/cock cage, spanking, D/s (submissive male), oral sex (female receiving), some brattiness, aftercare

Taglists are open! Please let me know if you wish to be added. Thank you for reading!

“I’m not coming out!” Tom yelled from the bathroom.

“Like hell you aren’t, darling. A bet is a bet.” you yelled back, swinging your leg as you sat cross-legged at the end of the bed.

“But…” He protested, popping his head in. His cheeks burned a bright pink.

You held up a hand. “I showed you the outfit before you agreed. Remember?”

His head dropped. “Yes I do.”

“And remember how you thought there was no way you could lose?” Your lips curled into a smile.

“Yes. But…”

“I won that trivia pub night fair and square, now bring that pretty little ass out here.”

Tom sighed. “Are all the curtains closed?”

“Yes.”

“And no one is expected to come over?”

“Not even deliveries. I don’t like being kept waiting, darling.” Your tone sharp as Tom wore your patience down.

“Sorry, ma’am.” The door creaked open and Tom stepped out, wobbling on high heels.

He tugged at the bottom of the costume, which cut high revealing more of his ass than he cared for.

“It’s too tight.” His hands settled in front of him, hiding his crotch.

You jumped to your feet. Your nails ran up and down his front. You could feel that hard steel of Tom’s cock cage through the latex.

“Oh I don’t know, seems to be fitted just fine to me.” You reached around and swatted his ass. He shuffled forward, nearly toppling on the heels. “And those fishnets and heels are doing wonders for your legs. Not that you needed help.” You let your fingers trail across his cock as you moved to his side, pressing against him.

“I feel like I am about to fall with every step.” Tom bit his lip.

“Think of it as research. Now let’s go have you make breakfast.”

Tom struggled for most of the morning on his heels, but soon figured out he needed to take smaller steps and keep his weight on the ball of his foot. Which caused him to arch his back.

“You keep pushing that ass out darling, I will be forced to spank it.” you commented, swatting him as he walked by where you lay down on the sofa, supervising his tidying up.

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom groaned. His cage grew more uncomfortable.

As he turned his back towards you to straighten up the bookcase, you slipped your hand into your panties, taking the view.

Tom did his best to focus on the task at hand, hoping that once he finished his chores, you would let him out out of the outfit, or even better out of his cage. And then he heard you moan.

“Thomas…” your voice soft and breathy. “I need your mouth.”

He turned and found you splayed open on the couch, fingers teasing your clit and panties pushed to your ankles. Tom finished taking them off and settled himself between your legs. The latex squeaking against your skin.

“That’s it, my boy. Use that talented mouth of yours.” you purred, raking your fingers through his hair, pulling him into you. “Make me come.”

Tom hummed against you, spurred on by your words. You arched your back as lips met yours. “Right there, baby. You treat me so good.”

Tom lapped, licked and sucked until you were on the precipice of an orgasm and then he turned his attention to nipping at your inner thighs. You yanked him hard by the hair to stare up at you.

“Don’t tease me, Tom. Make me come.” you growled him.

His eyes sparkled with mischief, enjoying getting you riled up. “No.” Tom pulled away.

You narrowed your eyes. And within a flash you were sitting up and hauling Tom over your knees. “Someone wants a red ass.”

Tom wiggled against your thighs. “No, ma’am.” He smirked.

“Too bad.” Her hand cracked across his right cheek and Tom jumped forward to you.

You landed five swift swats on Tom’s backside and by the final swat, Tom was moaning and leaking inside his cage.

You pulled him up and guided him to kneeling between your legs. He winced as the heels dug into his ass.

“Finish the job, please.” You spread your legs.

Tom doved back and with the renewed motivation to sooth the pain. He sucked on your clit hard and you shook underneath him as you came.

You helped him to his feet and kissed him, enjoying the taste of you on his lips and tongue.

“Go get the cream from the nightstand and I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”

Tom smiled at you. “Thank you, ma’am.”

#4k kink bingo #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston x reader #sub!tom

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just-the-hiddles · 4 years ago

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4k Celebration Trope/Kink Bingo Card

So I made my bingo card with the tropes and/or kinks that were suggested to me. I will update this post as well as post the card as I complete squares. I am aiming for at least one Bingo, maybe two. We shall see...

And yes these were randomized on the card. Thank you to everyone who submitted an idea!

#follower milestone #4k kink bingo

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years ago

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Monsterfucking

Summary: Hi, my name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and monsterfucking.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Benny Lafitte Rating: 18 Tags: Omegaverse, Purgatory, Monsterfucking, Alpha!Benny, Alpha!Dean, Top!Benny, Bottom!Dean, Bi!Benny, Bi!Dean, Outdoor Sex, Oral Sex, Brief Blood Kink (he’s a vampire guys, what did you expect) Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Knotting Word Count: 2,389 Bingo Squares: @spndeanbingo - Trying Something New | @j3bingo - Alpha | @spnabobingo - Non-Traditional Alpha Traits

Created for: @there-must-be-a-lock’s 4k Fics Against Humanity challenge! My prompts fit together soooo perfectly, and the lovely Lou suggested Benny as the monster of choice, so here we are! Happy New Year, and here’s to starting how we mean to go on - with filthy, filthy smut.

Benny made a welcome change to the monotony of Purgatory for Dean. He didn’t mind the outdoors living, and he even welcomed the constant monster killing, but he hated being left alone with only his thoughts for company. The pair of them didn’t talk about much, but the chatter was enough to fill the silence of the forest and distract Dean from pining for the world he’d left behind, topside. Benny had also given him a mission, a goal to aim for beyond survival; he had given Dean hope of a way out.

Except it was taking them a fucking long ass time to get to this magic fucking door. And two alphas on the road together for this long, with not a single omega anywhere to be found, was starting to present a problem.

At first, Dean had wondered if maybe things would work differently in Purgatory. There was no need for breeding cycles in a place like this, so maybe he wouldn’t get his rut at all. Time was difficult to keep track of here, so he wasn’t sure when to expect it, if it was even coming, and for a time he’d forgotten all about it. Then he began to catch a new scent on the air after he and Benny had begun travelling together.

Benny’s scent grew stronger and stronger as the light grey day pressed on into dark grey night, but neither of them mentioned it. Dean could smell salt water and weather worn wood, and something sharper but slightly sweet and sugary warm – rum, maybe, he thought. When they lay down to sleep that night, side by side like always, Benny’s scent began to choke Dean, curling into his lungs on the back of the smoke from their fire, and searing his nerves until they were raw and bristling.

“So, what are we gonna do about this?” Dean grunted, forcing the words through the cloying haze that had leaked into his throat. Benny laughed softly, glancing over in his companion’s direction.

“Well, unless you’ve got something you haven’t told me,” the vampire smirked as his eyes flicked down to the lower half of Dean’s body, “nothin’ much we can do, brotha.” Benny shrugged, obviously resigned to the inevitability of his circumstances. Dean wondered how many ruts Benny had struggled through solo since he’d gotten his head taken off in the real world.

“There’s no ‘megas crawling around this hellhole?” Dean checked, curious on his own behalf as well. If Benny was going into rut, that meant he would too, eventually.

“None that aren’t just as likely to bite your cock off as they are to take a knot,” Benny chuckled.

“Don’t haveta use their mouths,” Dean grinned ruefully, but he took Benny’s point. Sleeping with the enemy wasn’t gonna get them out of this one.

“Oh yeah? You gonna hold one down for me long enough to knot? Keep ‘em there the whole time we’re tied so they don’t pull my cock off? Not fuckin’ likely,” he snorted derisively. “Plus we’d have to hunt one down, first, and I’m gon’ be in rough shape pretty soon. Not the best time to go trawlin’ these godforsaken trees lookin’ for a slick hole.”

“So what, I’m just s’pposed to sit around and protect your ass while you dry hump a pile of leaves for a week?” Dean demanded incredulously.

“You got a betta idea, cher?” Benny raised a stern brow in Dean’s direction, as if to say ‘shut up and live with it’, but Dean didn’t shut up, and his mouth said the word before his brain had thought it through properly.

“Yeah!” he scoffed.

Benny’s other brow raised to join its mate.

“Well, do enlighten me.”

Dean shifted uncomfortably on the forest floor, shot the vampire a nervous glance. Benny was sitting up and looking down at the hunter, expectation illuminated on his face in the flickering light of the campfire. Dean cleared his throat.

“If you’re after a week of hardcore sex, let me in on the action too.” His voice pitched up at the end as his resolve faltered and Benny’s eyes flashed wide and hungry in the wavering shadows.

“Never met an alpha who was an ass man,” Benny finally grunted, and Dean shrugged as casually as he could.

“Nothin’ wrong with it,” he defended, but his voice betrayed his nerves. Of course there wasn’t anything wrong with an alpha male enjoying anal sex, but it was unusual, and Benny was from a different time, he might be a lot more old fashioned than Dean.

“No,” Benny muttered eventually, gaze raking itself over Dean’s body, still prostrate before him on the ground. “No, nothin’ wrong with it at all.” Dean felt his cock throb as the pitch of Benny’s voice dropped, the rough Louisiana timbre deepening into a growl that radiated Alpha. Benny’s nose twitched, interested, and Dean could smell the shift in the air too as his own arousal made itself known – warm leather, dusky gun oil, and the sweet caramel of whiskey – scents that melded remarkably well with Benny’s own markers.

“Well, what’re you waitin’ for, boy? Get them britches down,” the vampire grunted, going for his own buttons. Dean rolled his eyes but there was no point starting a scrap over something he suggested – something he wanted, if he was being perfectly honest with himself. It had been far too long since he’d had a good fuck.

“How many times you done this before?” Benny asked with mild curiosity as they stripped down for each other.

Dean gave the other man a once over, not at all surprised to find he liked what he saw. Benny was broad, toned, and in possession of another monster all his own – Dean hoped to God that one wouldn’t sprout fangs.

“Enough to know I like it,” Dean answered smugly, “so long as the person with the knot knows how to use it.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” the vampire grinned, running a hand over his cock and starting to jerk it while he looked over Dean’s own naked body, cock starting to chub up between his legs under Benny’s gaze.

“You’ve never fucked an alpha before though, right?” Dean reached down and took himself in hand, relaxing back and looking to the side where Benny was still sitting, and shot him a challenging gaze.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it,” Benny smirked, “never opposed to tryin’ somethin’ new.”

“Then why don’t you get your ass over here and show me?” Dean quipped. His snark had the desired effect, because Benny pounced forward and straddled Dean in a heartbeat, rutting their cocks together between their two bodies. Their grunts echoed softly in the forest clearing as Dean bucked beneath the man on top of him, hands scrabbling for purchase in the strong muscles of Benny’s back, scratching deeply into the skin.

“Careful, boy,” Benny hissed against Dean’s neck, and the hunter quivered when he felt the sharp prod of fangs against the skin of his throat.

“If you bite me,” Dean moaned brokenly as Benny’s hand made its way between their legs, skimming low to his goal in the damp cleft between Dean’s cheeks, “I’ll chop your head off.”

“Ah, c’mon,” Benny laughed-groaned, fingertips pressing hesitantly against Dean’s hole. “Just a nibble?”

His fangs scraped through Dean’s stubble, and the human tensed instinctively, summoning all his strength and throwing the monster off of him. He scrambled to his knees, panting and snarling in Benny’s direction. Benny threw his head back and laughed throatily, coughing a little as the breath settled oddly in his chest.

“I was fuckin’ with you,” he smiled threateningly but Dean saw the set of vamp fangs begin to retract, and he relaxed a little. “Stay on your knees though, boy, that’s a good look for you.”

Before Dean could think of a retort, Benny had summoned some of his supernatural speed to propel his forwards and onto his feet so his cock was level with Dean’s mouth.

“You sucked an alpha’s cock before, too?” Benny grinned down, tapping himself smartly against Dean’s lips. Dean glared up at him, and the vampire pulled back for a moment, leaning down so he was face to face with the human and yanking him back by his hair. “And if you bite me, I’ll chop your head off. Got that, cher?”

Deciding not to dignify that with a verbal response, Dean pushed Benny off of him and grabbed for the monster dick, pulling it to his lips, not wasting time before he gagged himself on it. Benny groaned and fisted his fingers in Dean’s shaggy hair, holding him in place and fucking the man’s throat vigourously.

“You weren’t kidding, you have done this before,” Benny chuckled breathlessly, pulling out of Dean’s throat so he could demonstrate some other oral skills. Dean pulled off the dick with a cough and licked down his shaft, laving over the stones at he base while he caught his breath.

“Cock’s a cock,” he grunted, kissing back along Benny’s length towards the crown. “Don’ matter if it’s attached to an alpha or ‘mega.”

“You get down on your knees like a little bitch for omegas?” Benny barked with delight, eyes lighting up. “You ain’t like no other alpha I’ve eva met, boy.”

“That’s ‘cause most alphas are too cowardly to take what they want,” Dean glared up at Benny with a sharp pride in his eyes. “Bet deep down you’re just as scared as all the rest of ‘em.”

Dean landed with a grunt on his back as Benny’s knee collided with his chin. Blood filled his mouth where he’d bitten his tongue and he coughed it out onto his chest. Looking up, he saw Benny’s eyes go dark, and his fangs struggled to break loose of his jaw, but to Dean’s surprise he reigned himself in. Then the vampire was on his hands and knees above the hunter and licking broad stripes up Dean’s chest to collect the blood that had pooled there. Benny licked his way up Dean’s neck and into the man’s mouth, moaning as he sucked on Dean’s tongue and bloodied lip in a monstrous imitation of a kiss.

“Get off’a me,” Dean grunted, pushing Benny’s shoulders back so he could manoeuvre himself around onto his own hands and knees. “We’re not here for the romantic shit, fuck me or fuck off.”

He leant down and braced his head on his forearms, knowing the position would show off the relevant assets for this exercise. Benny got the message, thumbing over Dean’s hole again, pressing his finger in gently as the muscle fluttered around him.

“Shame you’re not an omega,” he mused from behind Dean. “This hole would look real pretty all slicked up and dripping f’me.”

“Well you better get it that way before you put that cock anywhere near me, bitey,” Dean snapped, squeezing reflexively around Benny’s thumb. “You ain’t fuckin’ me dry.”

“Guess you are an alpha,” Benny grunted, spitting on Dean’s ass and watching it drip down between the cheeks, “you’re a fuckin’ bossy little bitch.”

“And you call me bitch one more time, you won’t be fuckin’ me at all. I’ll tie you to the nearest tree and let you rut yourself bloody on the trunk. Alpha monster like you, probably won’t be able to stop yourself.”

Two spit-slick fingers shoved into Dean’s body, shutting him up with a loud groan. They fucked into him mercilessly for a moment before withdrawing again, and he felt more spit drip down the lengths, slicking him up for the main event. Before long they were both getting impatient, and without nearly enough prep, Dean began begging Benny to put it in.

“Oh, eager little alpha, are we?” Benny jeered, but he was equally as eager to comply with Dean’s demands.

“Just fuck me already,” Dean groaned as Benny teased the tip of his dick around the puffy, pink hole he’d been ravishing with his fingers for the past few minutes.

“Well, since ya asked so nice,” Benny shoved forward and Dean howled but bucked himself back onto the intrusion, his body drinking it in greedily. “Fuck yeah, that’s a good alpha,” he crooned, rocking into Dean and draping his body over the hunter’s back. “Yeah, fuckin’ take it boy.”

“What the fuck d’ya think I’m doin’,” Dean ground out through clenched teeth, his eyes rolling back into his head as Benny rubbed against the bundle of nerves that made getting fucked in the ass so worthwhile. “Oh, fuck yeah, do that again,” he demanded.

“Bossy, bossy,” Benny grunted, punctuating each word with another thrust and pulling more and more whimpering groans from the man beneath him. “C-can ya reach your jacket?” he panted after a few minutes of furious thrusting.

“Just about, why?” Dean grunted, bracing himself on his elbow to reach for the discarded garment and pull it to him.

“‘Cause I’m ‘bout to knot. Wan’ you t’have a pillow or something.”

“How considerate,” Dean groaned, reaching down to jerk himself off so he could finish with the vampire, but Benny batted his hand away.

“Don’ you dare,” he growled.

“Why the fuck not?” Dean demanded, of half a mind to buck Benny off and leave him to knot his fist.

“Because after I’m done with you, I wan’ a try. You’re havin’ too much fuckin’ fun down there,” he groaned, and Dean felt the knot beginning to swell at the base of Benny’s cock start to nudge against him.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Dean grinned to himself, reaching back between his legs to finish himself. “Real alphas like me can knot a bitch however many times they need it. Plus if I cum now, you’ll have something better than spit to use for your first time.”

They both howled as Benny’s knot popped and tied him to Dean, the hunter cumming in hard spurts into his own fist as he felt the vampire filling him up. They collapsed together, Dean’s head landing on his jacket-pillow and Benny resting his head on Dean’s shoulder, his breath coming in ho, humid puffs against his sweat damp skin.

“Fuck this is gon’ be a good rut,” Benny grunted after a few moments of silence, and they burst out laughing.

#Fics Against Humanity Challenge #there-must-be-a-lock #denny #dean x benny #benny lafitte #dean winchester #spndeanbingo #spnabobingo #j3bingo #writethelifeyouwant

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disturbedbydesign · 3 years ago

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Lie To Me - Chapter 16

Pairing: dark!Professor!Bucky x reader

Chapter 16 Word Count: 4K

Summary: After getting a spot in Professor Barnes’s coveted writing workshop, you start to form a close relationship with your handsome new teacher. But Bucky Barnes is not who he appears to be, and once he has you where he wants you, he’s not going to let you go.

Warnings (for complete work): noncon/rape, dubcon, sexual assault, daddy kink (not ddlg), voyeurism (hidden camera), blackmail, manipulation, age gap (reader is 21, Bucky is late 30s), student/teacher dynamic, physical violence, reader has history of physical and sexual abuse by a family member, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of campus rape, body image issues (reader has scars), ableism, smut/explicit sex (oral, vaginal, anal), unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids!), choking, biting, breeding.

A/N: Written for the @writing-in-the-dark-bingo challenge (bingo card at end of chapter). This one got away from me but there’s just something about creepy manipulative Professor Bucky that really does it for me. I apologize in advance for how messy this gets. Also, please heed warnings. This is a dark!fic and you are responsible for your own media consumption. 18+ only, no minors.

If you prefer to read on AO3, you can do so here.

Chapter Sixteen

You’re trying to forget. You’re really trying, but it’s not lost on you that you couldn’t even make it 48 hours before letting Bucky back inside of you. You’re addicted to him—to his kisses and his touch and the sounds he makes when he fucks you. He’s making love to you now, slow and gentle and deep, like you asked him to, and it feels so fucking good and right and perfect like this. All you want is to feel his love in every cell of your body, because you’re trying to forget.

And you do, for a while, with his body pressed so tightly against you and his flesh hand holding yours as the metal one pushes your leg up to your chest to get deeper. Pretty words fall from his lips—“I love you. I need you. I’d die without you.”—and you believe them. He rolls his hips, hitting your sweet spot with each pass, and when you clench around him he moans your name against your lips. You cum together and it’s perfect—or it would be, if you weren’t trying to forget.

But you can’t forget. You’re never going to forget. You know that now. And as he cleans you up and lays next to you, arm around you and breathing heavy against your back, you start to plan your escape.

You act jovial as the two of you prepare dinner together, and it’s not that hard to pretend. You’re an accomplished liar, of course, but it’s more than that: you still love him. You can’t stay with him—you know that—but the feelings are still there. Your heart is breaking but you swallow the feeling down and bury it. You can’t cry. Not yet. There’s plenty of time for that later.

Bucky heads down to the wine cellar to select a nice bottle for you to share over dinner. You’re three glasses in when you realize you haven’t taken your birth control in 2 days.

“Fuck. FUCK.” You scramble to get up from the table and knock your chair over in the process. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

The fear in Bucky’s eyes matches your own and you can’t look at him. You go into the living room and start pacing in front of the fireplace, trying to remember what dose you should take to fix your fuck-up. He comes up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder and you jump.

“Sweetheart, talk to me.”

“I, uh- I can’t- I don’t-” Your heart is pounding and you start to feel like you can’t breathe. He tries to take your hand and it feels like fire on your skin. “Bucky, don’t. Please.”

“Baby please tell me what’s going on.”

You don’t want to tell him but your addled mind can’t come up with a lie quick enough so you just spit it out. “I forgot to take my birth control the last few days. I need to-”

“Hey,” he cuts you off and places his hands on your shoulders. “It’s gonna be ok.”

You take a minute, letting him hold you as you try to regulate your breathing. “Yeah, I mean, I think if I just take extra now and then tomorrow it should be fine. I should go up now and-”

“Would it really be so bad, though?”

Your stomach drops when the words pass his lips and you look at him, searching his eyes for something that tells you he was just making an incredibly bad joke, but he’s dead serious.

“Are you fucking insane?” you yell. “Of course it would be bad!”

“I don’t know,” he says, gripping your shoulders a little tighter. “It could be good for us.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You push him off you and take a few steps back, nearly stumbling over an armchair behind you. “Please tell me you’re not serious.”

“I mean it. You’re going to be an incredible mother. We could be so happy together.”

You feel like you’re about to be sick and you need to get upstairs and get those pills into your body right the fuck now, but when you turn to head upstairs, Bucky grabs your arm with his metal hand.

“Don’t take them,” he says. “Just… why don’t we wait and see. Maybe it’s meant to be.”

“Let go of me, Bucky. I mean it.” But he just tightens his grip. You try to shake free but he’s far too strong. “Let GO!” you scream, and you kick him in the shin as hard as you can. He winces, but it’s not enough to get him to release you, and now he’s angry.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he snarls. “You’re gonna stay right here and we’re gonna talk this out like adults.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, you psycho. I’m not having your fucking baby. I’m fucking leaving you.”

His blue eyes go dark like some sort of demon and he clenches his jaw. “The hell you are.”

The look in his eyes is one you’ve seen before—when he was beating the shit out of the guy who attacked you—and your fight response is kicking in. You kick him again and scratch at his face but he doesn’t let go. You start to scream for help even though you know no one can hear you, and when he puts his flesh hand across your mouth, you bite down as hard as you can. It’s just enough to get him to release for a moment, and you take the split-second to kick him in the balls with every bit of strength you have in your body. He goes down hard, and you pick up the closest object—a stone sculpture of some goddess or another—and bring it down on the back of his head before you take off running.

The sound of his groans echoes as you run up the stairs to grab your phone, locking the door behind you. Your hands tremble as you stare down at it—zero bars, no service. You start to shake as you hear him bellowing your name from the bottom of the spiral staircase and you realize that you are completely trapped, the tower now your prison.

The rickety old door is no match for his metal arm, and he bursts through it, his face covered in blood. He looks like a wild animal as he stalks toward you and grabs you by the hair.

“This could have been easy,” he growls. “You did this. Remember that.”

He slams your head into the wall and your vision explodes into white fuzz as you hit the floor. The last thing you hear before you blackout is his voice, raspy and bone-chilling.

“You’re not going anywhere, babygirl.”

📚

It didn’t have to be like this. He could have made you happy if you’d let him. But what’s done is done, and now Bucky has no choice but to keep you by force. You look so peaceful laying unconscious on the floor—except for the blood, of course, but Bucky makes sure the cut isn’t so deep it needs attention. His probably does, but there’s no time for that now. Bucky finds your birth control pills and flushes them down the toilet before carrying you down to the wine cellar.

The idea of having children had never appealed to Bucky, probably because his entire concept of family is so warped that he couldn’t see any upside to it. But the second you put the idea in his head, something in him changed; he could feel a part of him already growing inside you—linking you to him forever—and he couldn’t allow you to take it away from him. You’ll come around. He knows you will. As he stands over you where you lay on the stone floor, he contemplates pumping you full of his seed and plugging you up just to up his chances, but he decides against it. He doesn’t want to wake you.

Plus, he still has to seal the deal. You’re going to wake up angry, and there’s only one thing that will get you to see reason. He goes back upstairs and locks the cellar door before grabbing his phone and pulling up the video of your confession. He watches it from the beginning—the way your tits bounced when you rode him hard, the look in your eye when you begged him to choke you, the whispered I love yous, and the blissed-out look on your face when you came. The bulge in his pants is growing and it’s getting harder for Bucky to resist. He wants to go downstairs and fuck a baby into you, conscious or not.

Because it doesn’t matter anymore. He tried to play nice, to change his ways and do things the right way with you, and it still went to shit. He gave you everything you could have ever wanted and then some, and it still wasn’t good enough for you. One fuck-up and you were ready to throw him away like trash. Well it’s not happening, not this time, not again.

Bucky heads to the cellar door, phone in hand, and puts his ear to it to listen for any signs that you’re awake. There is only silence, so he puts the key in the lock and opens the door. The spot where he placed you is empty, but before he can react, he sees you dart out of the shadows with a bottle in your hand and it hits the side of his head with a sickening thud. Bucky’s vision is swimming but he doesn’t go down, just swings blindly for you. He hears glass shatter and then he feels it pierce the side of his face. He can barely see through the blood as you take another bottle off the rack and hit him again. This time he hits the floor, and he feels you rummaging through his pockets for the key.

He screams after you as you run up the stairs. “I’ll tell the cops what you did. I taped it. You want to go to jail? I’ll fucking put you there.”

You turn around briefly and look at him, searching his eyes for the lie, but there isn’t one and he knows that you know it. But you lock him in anyway, and he can hear the sound of your back hitting the door on the other side. He knows you’re still there. You have no place to go.

“I’ll play it for you if you don’t believe me,” he says. “Here, have a listen.”

Bucky wipes the blood from his eyes and pulls his phone out. He drags himself up the stairs and presses it to the wooden door, then he turns the volume all the way up and hits play.

📚

You can hear the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, your cries of pleasure, Bucky’s deep moans. The bile rises in your throat when you hear your own voice saying, “Choke me, Daddy,” and you can almost feel his metal hand squeezing your neck. You hear the admissions of love, and then you listen to your admission of guilt. When the recording is over, you hear Bucky through the door.

“I want you to really think about what you’re doing, sweetheart. I don’t want to use this—I never did—but I will. If you make me, I will.”

You barely make it to the bathroom before your stomach upends itself. You lay on the floor, your face against the cool tile, head pounding from where Bucky bashed it against the wall, and you try to think.

You have no phone except the landline you don’t know how to use. You have no Internet. Your passport is locked in the safe and you don’t know the combination. And even if you had it, you have no plane ticket home because Bucky never gave it to you. You couldn’t buy one for yourself if you wanted to, either, because you’re totally broke. You are completely trapped, and Bucky knows it. You think now that maybe he planned it this way.

All you know is that you need to get out of this house of horrors before Bucky gets free, and you can hear the loud crack of his arm splintering the wood and his grunts as he throws his body against it over and over again. The cellar door is much thicker than the one upstairs, but he’ll make it through eventually.

You grab your purse, which at least has your driver’s license in it, and run out the door into the darkness, holding your phone up to see if you can get any service as you run closer to the road. You hear his voice piercing through the silence of night, screaming your name over and over again, and you know he’s broken out. You run to the tree line and beyond, into the vineyard, grapevine wires scraping your legs and your hands as you stumble through the darkness, and his voice sounds like it’s getting closer.

You hunch over your phone, trying to hide the light from the screen so he doesn’t find you, and you see that you have one bar now, but it comes and goes as you creep towards the road—at least you think you’re headed towards the road. You’re so disoriented that you could be headed straight off the hillside and you wouldn’t know it until you were falling.

You hear Bucky even closer now and you get down on your hands and knees, crawling on the rocky dirt along the path between the trellises. You can feel your skin tearing open but you feel no pain—the adrenaline working overtime to push you forward. After a while you don’t hear him anymore, and the silence is more terrifying than anything. You think you hear a car on the road and you check your phone again: two bars this time, so you give it a try.

You don’t know why, but you pull the card out of the secret compartment in your purse and dial Natasha’s number. You pray to every god in existence that the call doesn’t cut out. She picks up on the fourth ring.

Her husky voice comes over the line. “Who is this?”

You try to remember the fake name you gave her but you can’t so you whisper, “I’m the girl that was with James Barnes. Please help me. He’s coming after me.”

“Where are you?” she asks, her voice low and steady.

“I don’t know,” you reply, because you really don’t. “We’re at a villa near a lake somewhere. It’s near Perugia, I think. I don’t know how far.”

“Did you call the police?”

“I- I can’t,” you stammer. “He’s… got something. He said he would give it to them if I didn’t stay with him.”

Natasha doesn’t question it; she doesn’t even seem surprised.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” she begins, and her voice is calm and collected and soothing. “You’re gonna drop me a pin and I’m going to get the police to your location. I’m going to tell them he attacked you. What I need you to do is tell me who his current teaching assistant is.”

“What? Why?”

“Just trust me.”

“Her name is Sharon Carter.”

“Do you have her number?”

“I- I think so, yeah.”

“OK. You’re going to send me her info after you drop a pin and then you’re going to find the best hiding spot you can.”

“They’re going to arrest me,” you say. “He’s going to play them the tape.”

“Not if we can get it off his phone first,” she says, “and if he’s still doing what I think he’s doing, Sharon will be able to help.”

“What do you-“

You hear a twig snap and it’s close.

“He’s coming,” you whisper.

“Hang up and do what I told you. Now.”

And you do, your fingers trembling as you try to send Natasha your location and Sharon’s info. You manage to get it off and crawl deeper into the vineyard, but he’s so close now you can hear the crunch of his footsteps. You can’t see a thing, though. He could be right next to you and you wouldn’t know it.

You hear his honeyed voice ring out. He can’t be more than 20 feet away. “Come on, baby,” he says. “Just come back. Let’s talk about this. I don’t want to hurt you. I love you.”

You have to put your hands over your mouth to keep your cries from squeaking out.

“You don’t have anywhere to go, sweetheart. It’s just you and me now.”

Your throat is burning from keeping the tears in but you don’t make a sound.

It doesn’t matter, though. He finds you anyway. “You can’t hide from me, baby,” he says, and he snatches you up off the ground and carries you back to the house. You don’t fight it. There’s no point. You just pray that Natasha comes through and the cops come before he completely snaps and kills you.

Because at this point, you’ve decided you’d rather go to prison than die at the hands of this man—or worse, be forced to spend your life with him with the threat hanging over your head. You can’t live like that. You won’t.

Bucky throws your limp bloodied body down on the bed in the yellow room and you lay there, waiting. You think you must have a concussion because the hideous wallpaper is moving, shifting and swirling and closing in on you somehow.

“No fight left in you, huh? Well, you tried. I’ll give you that. I always knew you were a tough girl.”

All you can do is cry and beg, “Bucky, please just let me go.”

“Can’t do that, babygirl. You’re mine.” He places his hand on your lower belly. “And so is this.”

He pushes your skirt up and rips your underwear off before you even realize what he meant.

“Oh God,” you wail, but you have no strength left to resist. “No. Please no.”

“Now,” he says, pushing his pants and boxers down, “I’m pretty sure there’s already something in there—I can just feel it, you know?—but just in case…” He spits on his hand and starts to stroke his half-hard cock. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. Don’t care how long it takes. We’ve got nothing but time, sweetheart.”

He yanks your legs open and spits on you before ramming himself inside you. The burn is excruciating and it doesn’t stop. Your body doesn’t respond to him, tries to reject him, but he’s relentless. The blood from his head wound drips onto your face as he fucks you and you close your eyes, praying for police to come save you—even if your salvation will be your condemnation as well. They’re already too late, but Bucky cums inside you twice before you finally hear them in the distance.

He stills when he hears the sound, waiting for it to fade off into the distance, but when it just gets closer, he looks down at you with feral rage. “What the fuck did you do?”

“I didn’t call them,” you whimper, and technically it’s true, but it doesn’t matter because Bucky’s got his hands around your neck, squeezing the life out of you as he screams at you how much he loves you and how happy you could have been together.

Just before you pass out, you see the flashing lights through the windows, and Bucky lets go and takes off running.

📚

Bucky knows it’s over. He’s got nowhere to go. There’s enough evidence on and inside your body alone to put him away. He’s gonna take you with him, though. That’s for fucking sure. He makes his way through the vineyards, towards the adjacent property a few miles away. He knows it’s only postponing the inevitable, but he’s not ready to give up on the idea of freedom just yet. He’s got money. He’s got resources. Maybe if he can hide out and rest for a while, he can figure out a way to make himself disappear. He can start over somewhere new—some remote, faraway place where he can settle down and find a new you.

He checks his phone to make sure it didn’t break in all the scuffling, but when he goes to pull up the smoking gun, there’s nothing there.

“What the fuck?”

Bucky’s entire phone has been wiped clean. There’s nothing on it—no contacts, no photos, no videos. It’s like it’s fresh out of the box except the screen is cracked and covered in his blood. He starts to panic now and he falls to his knees. He can’t breathe. He can’t see. He feels like he’s having a heart attack. His head is still throbbing where you’d hit him, but now it feels like cracks of lightning in his skull instead of a dull thrum.

When he wakes up in the hospital, he’s handcuffed to the bed.

📚

You spend hours at the hospital, getting patched up and photographed and probed and scraped for evidence, before you can make a phone call. Zara and her parents are on the first flight out, and that’s comforting (as is the dose of Plan B they gave you at the hospital), but the police still won’t tell you anything about Bucky. Only one of them speaks decent enough English to communicate with you, and when you’d asked him, he’d said only, “You are safe here.”

You don't know whether they found Bucky, and if they did, whether he had shown them the video. You aren’t handcuffed but there are policemen guarding your room. You don’t know whether you’re going directly from a hospital bed to a prison cell. The nurse gives you a sedative and you fall in and out of fitful sleep for you don’t even know how long. Every time you wake up, the police are still there.

Finally, after what could have been a day or a week, you hear Zara’s voice outside your room and you start to cry. You’re still only half-conscious, but you would know her voice anywhere. There is some commotion outside, and you hear the raised voices of the English-speaking policeman and Zara’s dad, but finally they let them come inside.

You don’t know what you look like but it must be awful because Zara immediately bursts into tears and her mother gasps and brings her hands up to cover her mouth. Zara’s father is steady, though, and he tells you that they are going to take care of everything.

“Am I under arrest?” you ask, and Zara looks at you with a fearful expression.

“No,” she says. “Why would you be-” She stops herself.

“Hey, Mom, Dad, can you give us a minute alone?”

They agree to wait outside and when the door closes Zara whispers, “Does he know?”

You nod and start to cry. “He has a video. Of when I told him. And of us having sex. And who knows what else. I don’t know what he told them. I don’t even know if they found him.”

“Oh, they fucking found him,” she says. “Why do you think they are guarding your door? He’s here. At least, he was. Last information we got they were going to transfer him to the infirmary at the prison as soon as the hospital cleared him.”

Your heart monitor starts going crazy at the thought that Bucky is nearby. You’d almost rather him be roaming free than be in the same building as you.

“Just breathe, ok. I’ll find out for sure, but you’re not under arrest, you’re under guard.”

“I- I don’t understand. He-”

“We’ll get it sorted,” she says, taking your hand, “and then we’re taking you home.”

“I don’t have a home, Z. And I can’t go back to school. I’m never going back there.”

Zara gives your hand a little squeeze. “I’m your home, hon. You’re coming home with us, and we’ll figure the rest out later.”

Epilogue >>>

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cockslutpadalecki · 4 years ago

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A Decade Under The Influence Writing Challenge

As I recently hit 10K followers and I’m approaching my 10 year anniversary of running this blog, (okay so it’s in 2022… let’s just skim over that part quickly), I would’ve normally picked a theme surrounding the number ten as per my other challenges, ‘cause who doesn’t love a good theme, but I decided to concentrate this one around my te(e)nage years, and the music that shaped it.

If you’re not familiar with any of the bands/artists below, I strongly suggest checking them out! Disclaimer: I’m purposely trying to include the cliche things we did back in the MySpace days... and the mood board is supposed to be awful so don’t even call me out, I’m calling myself out 😂

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💕 Writers must be 18+ to participate.

💕 One creator per lyric choice. There is plenty to go around, but they will be given on a first come, first serve basis. So get yours in fast!

💕 Please send me an ask for your chosen lyric. My memory is like a sieve, I need to keep track of that shit.

💕 I have picked certain lyrics, but if you want to base your entry on the entire song, that’s fine. And if only the lyrics calls out to you then that’s all good too. Write where your inspiration takes you!

💕 End date is August 29th. Please get in touch if you need an extension closer to the time.

💕 Word count can be anything up to 4K. If you do need to go over (we’re talking a few hundred words, not by an extra 5K please!), let me know in advance. I only include this as I don’t have a lot of free time, and if something is super long, I can’t always read it all in one go.

💕 Anything over 500 words must be under a keep reading line break. And on that note, please include your “read more” line after a paragraph. Let’s keep everyone’s dashes nice and tidy.

💕 Story can be reader insert, OC, third person, gender neutral etc. This is the inclusion zone, we’re not here to exclude anybody.

💕 Submissions can be part of another challenge or bingo you are participating in, but not as an ongoing series. It will need to be read as a stand-alone.

💕 Characters “accepted” are:

- Jensen Ackles Characters: Dean Winchester or Soldier Boy.

- Jared Padalecki Characters: Sam Winchester or Cordell Walker.

- Chris Evans Characters: Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale or Andy Barber.

- Sebastian Stan Characters: Bucky Barnes, Lance Tucker or Lee Bodecker.

💕 No Stucky as a romantic pairing please. And while I do read RPF sometimes, this challenge is reserved for fictional characters only.

💕 A/B/O, every kind of AU and all other tropes are encouraged.

💕 Can be fluff, angst, smut, smangst, non-con, dub-con. Whatever makes your little heart happy, Honestly not a lot is off the table in this house… which leads me nicely onto my next point.

💕 The only things I won’t read are toilet stuff (yeah, I see you “Bucky has a piss kink” people… no thank you), lactation kink or paedophilia.

💕 That being said, please tag all of your warnings appropriately.

💕 You don’t have to be following me to participate.

💕 Tag me in your submissions! And use the tag #decadeundertheinfluencechallenge within the first FIVE tags. (If I haven’t liked your work within three days of your post date, please send me an ask or DM in case Tumblr has swallowed the notification. Please bear in mind that I like all fics to “bookmark” them so if I have done this, you don’t need to let me know it’s been posted).

💕 I reserve the right to not reblog any post if it goes against any of the rules stipulated.

💕 Please shoot me a message if anything doesn’t quite make sense, or you’d just like some clarification on any rules etc.

💕 Most importantly, have a blast!

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Note: I tried to pick the most popular songs by these artists, but some lyrics just didn’t translate in a fanfiction setting (for me anyway) so I picked others.

“I'm just a notch in your bedpost, you're just a line in a song” - Sugar We’re Goin’ Down: Fall Out Boy

"My hands are at your throat and I think I hate you" - Until The Day I Die: Story Of The Year

“My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating” - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams: Green Day

“I don't love you like I loved you yesterday” - I Don’t Love You: My Chemical Romance

“How does it feel when you kiss when you know that I trust you? And do you think about me when he fucks you?” - Your Love Is A Lie: Simple Plan

“I don't want this moment to ever end, where everything's nothing without you” - With Me: Sum 41

“You want nothing to do with me. I, I don't know what to do with you 'cause you don't know what you do to me” - Beating Heart Baby: Head Automatica

“You were fake, I was great. Nothing personal” - Break Your Little Heart: All Time Low

“In sorrow I speak your name, and my voice mirrors my torment” - The End Of Heartache: Killswitch Engage

“She's a dwelling place for demons. She's a cage for every unclean spirit” - Beast And The Harlot: Avenged Sevenfold

“Will you still hold me when you see what I have done? Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victim's blood?” - The Crimson: Atreyu

“I know you touched her with them, you make me fucking sick” - Death Car: Fightstar

“I've never been perfect, but neither have you” - Leave Out All The Rest: Linkin Park

“And I'm addicted to your punishment, and you're the master, and I am craving this disaster” - Getting Away With Murder: Papa Roach

“But I'm not sleeping and you're not here. The thought stops my heart. Do you notice I'm gone?” - Letters To You: Finch

“Would you be my thousand fucks?” - I’m A Fake: The Used

“I still press your letters to my lips, and cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss. I couldn't face a life without your light, but all of that was ripped apart when you refused to fight” - Snuff: Slipknot

“When you tell me I'm a wreck, you say that I'm a mess. How could you expect anything less?” - Tell Me I’m A Wreck: Every Avenue

“You're so good at stretching the truth into a sugar-coated lie” - A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing: This Providence

“Your lipstick, his collar. Don't bother, angel, I know exactly what goes on” - Cute Without The ‘E’: Taking Back Sunday

“But I was too in love with you to leave. You were too in love with having someone, someone you could form to fit your needs” - Saving Seats: Across Five Aprils

“If I was to have just one more day, I’d make sure that I spent it without you” - Nicotine And Alcohol Saved My Life: Deaf Havana

“Your promises, they look like lies. Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife” - Attack: 30 Seconds To Mars

“I'll be waiting in the dark to drive this blade straight through your heart” - Ride The Wings Of Pestilence: From First To Last

“You're like an angel but with broken wings. A heart so cold can never show mercy, and you've got me right where you want me” - You Stupid Girl: Framing Hanley

“Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book” - Juneau: Funeral For A Friend

“Standing over him, he begged me not to do what I knew I had to do cause I'm so in love with you” - My Bloody Valentine: Good Charlotte

“I watched his wildest dreams come true. Not one of them involving you” - Misery Business: Paramore

“You were everything I wanted, but I just can't finish what I've started” - My Friends Over You: New Found Glory

“I can't find a way out. And the clocks are broken, leaking time. One more second, I may die 'cause my wounds are open bleeding life” - Decorating For Cinco De Mayo: Kenotia

“I'm not gonna hear your reasons and ‘please-just-take-me-backs.’ We never were right. Don't waste your breath” - How You Love Me Now: Hey Monday

“All this time you were pretending. So much for my happy ending” - My Happy Ending: Avril Lavigne

“Come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you. Always. Kiss you, taste you, all night. Always” - Always: Blink 182

“Stripped down to my naked core, the darkest corners of my mind are yours. That's where you live. That's where you breathe. So go on, infect me. Go on and scare me to death. Dare me to leave you, tell me I'd never forget“ - SOS: Apocalyptica ft. Cristina Scabbia

“Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer” - Thunder: Boys Like Girls

“I lived through the damage from the heart you took from me” - Line In The Sand: Bleeding Through

“There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you” - Taste The Red Heads: Dead Poetic

“You don't know how you've betrayed me. And somehow you've got everybody fooled” - Everybody’s Fool: Evanescence

“Dressed to kill, you look so right. I am drunk with lust tonight. Your wounds are opening wide, and they might be just my size” - Side Walk When She Walks: Alexisonfire

“And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did. And you didn't mean to love me back, but I know you did” - A Lonely September: Plain White T’s

“I'll keep you my dirty little secret. Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret” - Dirty Little Secret: The All-American Rejects

“So let me get this straight, say now you love me all along? What made you hesitate to tell me in words what you really feel?” - A Day Late: Anberlin

“I feel you on my fingertips, my tongue dances behind my lips for you” - All Around Me: Flyleaf

“I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever” - Ohio Is For Lovers: Hawthorne Heights

“I've found a reason to show a side of me you didn't know. A reason for all that I do, and the reason is you” - The Reason: Hoobastank

“Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress? Then think of what you did, and how I hope to God he was worth it” - Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off: Panic! At The Disco

“And I have reasons to believe that I'm not the only one you spend this time with” - Smile In Your Sleep: Silverstein

“I always knew you were such a sucker for that” - A Boy Brushed Red... Living In Black And White: Underoath

“I know you're gonna break my heart, and my life without you in it is a life that's not worth living” - Here I Stand: Marina Lake

“I need to hear your voice to talk me back into existence” - The Only One: The Mile After

“Pain without love. Pain, I can't get enough. Pain, I like it rough. 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all” - Pain: Three Days Grace

“My broken heart's the only thing of value I have left” - Crystal Clear: Young Guns

“I hope you choke on every word you spoke when you were screaming at me” - Lovers and Liars: Matchbook Romance

“All the problems make me wanna go like a bad girl straight to video" - Straight To Video: Mindless Self Indulgence

“Remember when I said I love you? Well, forget it, I take it back. I was just a stupid kid back then. I take back every word that I said” - Stupid Kid: Alkaline Trio

“When you say those things in my ear, why do you always tell me what you wanna hear?” - All These Things I Hate: Bullet For My Valentine

“I know your type. Boy, you're dangerous. Yeah, you're that guy I'd be stupid to trust” - Good Girls Go Bad: Cobra Starship ft. Leighton Meester

“What if I can't forget you? I'll burn your name into my throat” - Caraphernelia: Pierce The Veil

“Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne” - Throne: Bring Me The Horizon

“Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, 'cause I can't read your rolling eyes” - Again I Go Unnoticed: Dashboard Confessional

“She's just a little girl. She knows nothing of this little game we like to play” - Sugar Skulls: Envy On The Coast

“A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness. A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress” - Anna Molly: Incubus

“So just come back, we'll make it better. So just come back, I'll make it better than it ever was” - Maybe: Secondhand Serenade

“Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone. The worst is over. You can have the best of me” - Best Of Me: The Starting Line

“Simply a look can break your heart” - Miss Murder: AFI

“But your love has never kept me warm when you weren't here” - My Darkest Hour: Scary Kids Scaring Kids

“They’ll tear us apart if you give them the chance” - Check Yes Juliet: We The Kings

Tagging a bunch of babes who might be/showed interested in taking part/could signal boost this: @winchest09 @deanwanddamons @sweeterthanthis @princessmisery666 @threeminutesoflife @letsby @waywardbaby @ozarkthedog @msmarvelwrites @avintagekiss24 @imanuglywombat @caffiend-queen @angrythingstarlight @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817 @river-soul @drabblewithfrannybarnes @the-iceni-bitch @myinconnelly1 @thinkinghardhardlythinking @jay-and-dean @fictionalabyss @impala-dreamer @kittenofdoomage @flamencodiva @sapphirescrolls @there-must-be-a-lock @downanddirtydean @katelynw93 @wonder-cole @deangirl93 @becs-bunker @watermelonlipstick @treat-winchesterswith-kindness @percywinchester27 @jensengirl83 @sams-sass @soaringeag1e @superfanficnatural @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @buckyownsmylife @hysteria87 @hoboal87 @phoenixblack89 @viinchester @holylulusworld @honeysucklesteve @manawhaat

#a decade under the influence challenge #writing challenge

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phantomato · 3 years ago

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I am in the process of writing a story that has been in the works for a while—unfortunately, months of lead-time is becoming a bit of a habit for me—and which has brought to the fore questions about how I want to use kink in fic. Particularly, I want Albus Dumbledore, in a romance with Tom Riddle, to feel viscerally aroused by Tom’s body, his youth in decline as he suffers from sickness, and I made the choice that body-part kinks (armpit, hand, foot) would be the most interesting way to convey that.

But it is me, and I would never be satisfied with something less than hours of introspection about the nature of a thing before doing it, and so I want to talk about a meta essay I recently read.

Erotic Focus, by thingswithwings ahead of 2012’s kink bingo, balances a few plates. It’s long, fair warning, at about 4k words. It’s a primer for fest participants, it’s a philosophical essay, it’s over-wrought navel-gazing, it’s a treatise on fannish identity. I don’t resonate with every sentiment, but I endorse reading it, if the premise sounds interesting.

The essay dives into the particulars of what it means for a thing to be erotic, and what it means for a thing to be the focus of a story. I want to discuss the ‘focus’ half, which was my favorite of the two, though I’ll wander through kink on my way there.

In particular, I think many of us have a pre-existing sense of what we find erotic, and how we define the erotic experiences we’re looking for in fic that we read and write. I would suggest that almost everyone benefits from thinking more closely about that, finding clear and distinct language to discuss what can be a sensitive concept, but in the case of my Tom/Albus pairing, I have that element that is meant to be erotic quite set: the eroticism comes from Albus’ fetishes for three defined parts of Tom’s body.

Focus is more nebulous. I’ve wondered, lately, what it takes to “justify” describing a work as kinky—if a fic is 20k words and a kink shows up in one of three sex scenes, is that sufficient? Should a kink be present in all of the sex scenes, or some minimum proportion of the words? Is it just never appropriate to tag a kink (as a measure of kink-centricity) in something other than PWP, or in a fic where it isn’t the primary subject of the narrative?

Tagging practices are as varied as authors, so of course there’s no single correct answer, which is where I turn to this meta. This essay says:

[K]ink can often be about making strange or unusual connections between culture, body, and mind, between physical feelings and emotional reactions and the cultural context in which those feelings and reactions happen.

I want to hedge less than this author. I don’t think these connections are strange or unusual—no, not even for that kink or that emotion or that culture, whichever jumps to your mind. In the most fundamental distillation of writing kink, purely for titillation, it’s the connection between kink-as-concept (these are words on a page) and physical arousal. Narrative complexity might add layers of allegory to that, but I agree with the author when they write that “kink makes those connections apparent.” (Emphasis in original.) Kink is used to draw the mind to the point of focus, whether that is “this story is erotica” or “Albus views Tom as an object.”

And, the meta goes on to say, kink can grab focus regardless of whether the characters within the story enjoy or are even aware of the kinks they act out. I particularly love the example of whump fic that is described here, that whump fic is the audience kinking on non-consensual pain, which the character likely does not experience as erotic. Certainly, my Tom has no particular fondness for his physically-degrading body; Albus’ loving descriptions of it are appealing to him, and perhaps to the reader, but a Tom with agency over his own sexual expression would choose none of this.

I appreciate finding this essay at this moment because it’s a time when I am writing for new erotic sensibilites. That’s left me less certain of my work! I want it to be erotically fulfilling, though I as an audience am not inherently compelled by this particular set of kinks. So I turn to aspects of eroticism beyond the boundaries of sex, in part, and build elements of what I find sexy into the scenes between Tom and Albus. But what helps most is understanding that the focus, to borrow the terms of this meta, is in how Albus enjoys these kinks.

I can work with that. I can write towards Albus’ fulfillment.

It gives me a broader sense of range, as well. In the past, I’ve written many sex scenes that were erotically unfulfilling to me, but I have often kept them brief. That limits how much I use kink in long-form stories where sex is a central and recurring element. I don’t want that! I want to enjoy writing kinks of all sorts, as big and small parts of the narrative, and I want them to be engaging to read. I’ll carry forward these thoughts on focus, and on how the eroticism of a kink might be written to appeal to a character, and hopefully do more work that pushes the boundaries of how I handle sex.

To close up, I’ll pause on the parallel made between fannishness and kinkiness—the author compares the two as things about which a person might feel shame, which are treated as non-normative and too intense. I don’t love to frame fannishness (or kinkiness) as embarrassing things, even briefly for the purposes of pushing back against that, but I’ll use this connection to say that I think there’s always more room for eroticism (sex, kink, any of it) in fanwork. I know there is a great deal of embarrassment among fans for liking and creating explicit or kinky works. I try to treat my own feelings of shame like a writing challenge: write the very thing about which I am uncertain and confront it, normalize it in my own process, and let go of that shame.

Is this all a very long-winded introspection about putting a foot fetish tag on a fic? I mean, probably. I’m excited when I get close to completing one of my creative goals. I will take the framing of kink as the combination of eroticism and focus into my writing going forward, and I hope that it leads me to new ideas that I could not have written otherwise.

#navel gazing

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