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kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay · 7 months

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Best Friends on paper 📮

Summary: You've been matched up with a pen pal through a website, but what is merely an outlet for you and a confidant to tell your secrets to, is something completely different for him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader (hinted at short!Reader too)

(No use of descriptive words for Reader's appearance. If you do stumble across one, please let me know and I'll immediately find a more inclusive alternative)

Warnings: 18+, non-con (touching, fingering), kidnapping of sorts, deranged Steve Rogers, manipulation, forced relationship, obsession and obsessive baheviour

Word count: 2k

Author's note: My second entry for @the-slumberparty's BINGO challenge! The squares I filled this time are "Pen pals", "Campfire", "Beach day" and "Brainwashing"

We love us some deranged, obsessed Steve Rogers and when I read the Pen Pal square, I knew we needed Mister Old-fashioned to make an appearance! Have fun reading this one ;D

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“You said you loved me. You did. Stop struggling,” Steve grunts into you ear, his hand firmly planted over your mouth as he drags your flailing form further away from your group of friends.

Your kicking and muffled protests don't deter him, his hulking frame dwarfing yours easily, allowing him to effortlessly man-handle you as he pleases.

“Shhh, sweetheart. It's just me, just Steve. I'm your friend, remember?” the man husks, his hot breath dampening the back of your neck.

Your shake your head as best as you can, your mind spinning with the disorientating events crashing down on your.

“You're not my friend,” you try to say, but it only comes out as stifled mumbling from behind the gigantic paw covering up half your face to keep you quiet.

This isn't Steve, it can't be. Steve is nice, sweet. He'd been matched to you on a random pen pal website you signed up on out of boredom, the two of you hitting it off quickly and building a nice bond through the letters you sent each other regularly.

It's a little old-timey, but you enjoyed writing Steve letters. He even included a picture of himself in one of them and you did the same in return.

But this brute behind you, that is not the man from the picture.

Steve is short, a little skinny, and his hair has a pretty shade of blond and his smile is infectious.

The man stealing you away from the roaring fire burning by the shore, your friends still scattered around it in small groups, is not short or skinny.

He is dragging your jerking body through the sand, your feet uselessly slipping on the little grains of sand while you watch the camp fire grow smaller, the flickering flames no longer illuminating the ground around you, its warmth too far to comfort you.

Before you know what is happening, you're hauled up a slippery dune, now finally out of sight for all your friends or any by-passers as you're shoved down the other side.

There, in between dunes and bushes, sits a picnic blanket, small lanterns standing on two corners of it that light up the space.

“It's me, Steve. I did all this for you. You always said you wanted to have a picnic by the beach and spend the night outside looking at the stars. I remember it. You said it in one of your first letters you sent to me,” the man babbles, his tone so urgent he sounds almost possessed.

His words are what concerns you though, not how he says them. Because it's the truth. You'd told your pen pal Steve about wanting to spend a night at the beach to watch the stars, had laid out the whole romantic fantasy you dreamed of on lonely nights.

You reach the blanket and the hand on your face loosens. You're spun around to face your kidnapper and when you instinctively lift your head to stare up at the man's face, your heart sinks.

“Hi, sweetheart. I knew you'd recognise me,” Steve says with a wide smile, his white teeth glinting in the low light of the lanterns around you.

You're petrified. This man does look like Steve. But he's bigger, stronger. And this big, scary man knows all your deepest secrets and desires.

You've told Steve everything, because what could be the harm in it? He's always been states away, just a picture you keep in your desk drawer and ink-soaked pieces of paper. You never thought there would be any harm in confiding in him.

Well, you were wrong.

“You- You..” stammer and stare up at him. “You look different.”

Steve grins and shrugs as if he didn't look like he could easily break you in half as opposed to the skinny boy he's sent you a picture of.

“You too. Better, so much better in person. God, you're beautiful. Come here,” he says and without warning moves his hands from your arms where he was holding you still to your face and swoops in for a forceful kiss.

You let out a startled sound and jerk your hands up to push at him, but he doesn't budge, hips lips firmly pressed to yours, tongue poking at them as he tries to gain entrance.

Your muffled protests make him stop eventually, his face pulled into a frown as he pulls his head away to peer down at you.

“What is wrong? You said you loved me, sweetheart. I came all the way to surprise you, I prepared this night. It needs to be perfect, so play along! It's your fantasy after all,” he says, an edge to his voice as he scowls down at you.

“I- I... Steve, I don't love you, I don't even know you, I-”

“Stop! You know me, we've been writing letters for months. I know what you like and what you dream of for your future. I know your favourite food and colour. I said I love you and you said it back! You wrote it in our letters, you did!” Steve shouts, his face reddening with agitation.

You take a step back, now positively terrified of the deranged man before you. How could he be the same person who's been writing you fro almost a year now?

“Sit down, come on, sit. We're going to enjoy this night, I made it perfect for you,” he says, quieter now, but still obviously displeased by your resistance.

Not daring to disobey and upset this crazy man, you let Steve push you down on the blanket. He sits down next to you and then forces you to recline into a laying position. He lies down as well and then grabs your hand, his fingers forcing your clenched ones apart to hold them.

You lie there, heart beating wildly and wide eyes staring at the night sky, the stars twinkling back at you as they watch the situation unfold.

“Isn't this nice? Good thing the sky is clear. I've been waiting for the weather to clear up and tonight is just perfect for our first night together. The first of many,” Steve swoons beside you, his deep voice floating around you.

Your hand hangs limply in his as you try to get a grip on your situation.

All you wanted was to spend a day at the beach with your friends. You had brought food and snacks for the whole day and enough wood to keep your camp fire going through the night.

But that is forgotten now, your friends too far away to help or hear you and this psycho beside you instead of someone else, someone you knew.

“You're so beautiful, baby. I looked at your picture every day, wondering how soft your skin would be under my fingertips, what you would smell like, taste like...” Steve rumbles beside you, his head turned to look at you, warm breath ghosting over your cheek.

You swallow, stiff as a board and terrified of the meaning of his words.

“Will you let me find out, sweetheart? You will, won't you? I know you want to,” he says, his hand letting go of yours as he shifts up onto his elbow to stare down at you.

When you don't answer, too scared to say no and not wanting to say yes, he lets out a huff.

“Playing hard to get? Let me convince you...”

You don't have time to react, Steve's frame moving with a speed that should be impossible for someone so big, slotting between your legs with a shove of his hips.

He widens his thighs as he kneels between yours, pushing them further apart when you jerk away and try to close them.

“No! Steve, stop. No, no, no-” You start to chant, hands slapping at every bit of him that you can reach as some sort of survival instinct kicks in.

“Stop pretending you don't want this! I know everything about you, you told me. I know you want this, I know, I know, I know,” he barks, repeating himself over and over as if he's trying to convince you.

Grabbing your flailing hands in one of his, he gets to work on ripping off your swim clothes, the thin fabric stretching and ripping underneath his violent hand until it's gone and your body is bared to his eyes.

“Pleeease, no,” you sob out, legs kicking on either side of his, hands fighting in his grip to cover yourself, but he doesn't budge.

“Shhhh, you'll like it, sweetheart. I'm good at this, I promise,” he shushes you, his words of affirmation doing nothing to quell the horror and shame of being naked and at the mercy of this lunatic.

You squeak when he reaches down and easily finds your clit, spit-wet finger getting to work and drawing tight circles around the little nub while you squirm and whine beneath him.

But there's no getting away and you have no choice but to endure his patient rubbing and circling, forced to witness your body's surrender that comes in the form of thick slick collecting at your entrance.

Shame boils hot in your gut and when Steve lets go of your hands in favour of kneading your breasts, you hide behind your sweaty palms. You can't look at him, you won't.

“There we go, your body knows what you need, baby. Look at that pretty little pussy getting nice and wet for me,” Steve mumbles appraisingly, finger abandoning your clit in favour of exploring further down.

He pushes one thick finger inside your pussy, the digit easily slipping in. It's quickly followed by another and he twists his hand to rest the heel of it on your clit.

“So tight, hmm. Made for me,” Steve mumbles to himself, eyes fixated on where he's sinking his digits into you.

He starts fingering you, fingers pushing in and out of you, his hand grinding into your clit harder and harder the faster he goes.

You can't hide the noises he pulls from you, wet squelching and helpless moans alike ringing out around you.

The familiar hot tension in your gut rises and your hands slap down on the blanket beside you, fingers fisting the fabric when Steve angles his fingers just so, rubbing that spot inside you that sends tingles of pleasure shooting down your legs and up your back.

“Come on, come for me. I know you need it, your little pussy is clenching down on my big fingers. Feels good, doesn't it?” he eggs you on, hand speeding up and finally tipping you over that edge.

“There we go, yes! Good girl,” Steve exclaims triumphantly as he works you through your orgasm, watching your trembling limbs with a deranged kind of satisfaction.

He pulls his fingers out of you with a wet sound and lifts them to his mouth. You watch through half-lidded eyes how he opens his mouth and sucks your slick from his fingers with a pleasured moan, his own eyes falling shut.

“Knew you'd taste good, baby. So good. I need more, baby. I'm sorry, I can't help it, I just need more,” he rambles, hastily shifting between your limp legs until his face is level with your sensitive pussy, slick still leaking from the twitching opening.

“Just a taste...” he grunts before sticking out his tongue and dragging it across the length of your cunt with an obscene moan.

You jerk away when he touches your clit, but his hands swiftly wrap around your thighs, keeping your core anchored to his face.

Whines and breathless gasps escape you as you writhe in his hold, your head growing foggy with the pleasure forced on you.

When your second orgasm rushes through you in a shuddering wave and Steve keeps going on, you limply resign yourself to a long night of forced pleasure. With him, there's no getting away.

Never.

After all, he knows everything about you.

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There we go, he's got her in his clutches now-

Here's my updated Bingo card!

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makeyoumine69 · 1 year

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Hi, about the challange.

My choice is bondage and breeding kink. 🥰

Craving

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: When it comes to breeding you, Patrick's going to show how dedicated he can be.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │ oral sex (reader receiving), handcuffs, hard railing from behind, creampie, dirty talk.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 1.3k

◥ A/N: So, I can say— writing breeding kink with Patrick became a very unforgettable experience for me. Thank you so much for this request, I hope you like it! 👉👈

◥ LINKS: │Bingo Writing Challange Masterlist│ │Main Masterlist│

When Patrick told you he wanted to have a baby with you, you didn’t expect him to rail you almost every day until he made your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your pussy was drowning in his warm cum. Like a feral beast, he was pressing you against any surface he could fuck you on, covering your little body with his muscular one and forcing you to cry out from his rough thrusting. No one could stop him from doing this as Bateman was so obsessed with you, especially with making you pregnant–he was a fucking perfectionist, and that evening would not be an exception.

Thrilled just by one thought of you, Patrick was looking in the wide window in his living room, waiting for you to come back from the bathroom as you were taking a routine bath before a spicy “love session” that was coming after. With every second, he was becoming even more impatient; his beautifully shaped palm was sliding against his soft hair, fixing them as he watched his reflection.

Just as Patrick was about to check on you, he heard your quiet footsteps and turned around to face you:

“Well, look who's here,” he smirked, looking at you from head to toe. “I was getting tired of waiting…”

“Oh, really?” you asked, smiling like a brat. “Daddy can’t wait at all?”

Patrick only chuckled in response, watching your cheeks turn red and saying in a raspy voice: “Wanna try to be a brave girl tonight?”

With measured steps, lilting from the weight of his muscles, he was coming closer, as a predator chasing its prey; his brown eyes were piercing through your body, sending shivers down your spine and forcing you to stay still.

“I have an idea to try something interesting….” he crooned in a sweet tone, lifting you by the chin and making you look at him. “Only if you decide to be bold enough for your daddy.”

Shamelessly, his large palms cupped your ass, pulling up the edge of your white robe and causing a loud gasp to escape your pink lips. With a guttural sound, Patrick let your fingers run through his silk-like hair as he peppered small kisses all across your neck and collarbone; your moans were getting needier whenever his hot mouth touched your skin. Groaning, he pulled you closer, and you had to stand on your toes, as he was getting lower to your cleavage, leaving behind a trail of wet hickeys.

“Sweetheart,” he purred and tug on your tensed peak. “I need to be inside of you, right now…”

“Patrick!” you yelped as he suddenly lifted you up as you weighed nothing. “Wait!”

Obviously, Bateman didn’t listen to your protests and the only thing you had left to do was kick your legs in the air, but then he spanked you several times, so you had to calm down and just submit.

When you finally reached his bedroom, Patrick lowered you on the floor near his massive bed, taking off your robe swiftly. A chilling breeze pierced through your body right away, your nipples became even harder.

“(Y/N), get yourself on all fours.” He demanded in a stern voice before he came closer to his right bedside table.

Tempted, you took your place on his perfect white sheets, grabbing a pillow to make yourself more comfortable. And then, you noticed something shiny in his hands and there was something animalistic in the way he was watching you swallowing hard from a sudden fear.

“Not so confident anymore?” Chuckling, he got closer, so you could see him spinning the metallic handcuffs on his finger.

“Where did you get them?”

“I have to say, you keep me on my toes,” he murmured with a devilish smile on his face as he walked behind you. “Didn’t expect you to ask this question, my little curious girl…”

One precise motion and your hands were cuffed and restricted behind your back. You had to stifle a wail, biting your lip and feeling yourself aroused as hell from being so vulnerable to him.

Meantime, Patrick undressed himself as quickly as he could, his inner beast was craving for your body, and this desire was worse than thirst or hunger.

Breathing heavily, he knelt right behind your trembling form and leaned down to your ear, only to whisper: “Are you ready, love?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” panting against the pillow, you mewled when he placed a kiss on the nape of your neck. “I’m all yours…”

Satisfied, he purred in reply as he started his way down to your back, leaving small pecks here and there. When Patrick finally reached your sweetest place, he licked his lips, forcing you to spread your legs wider.

“A-aah, P-Patrick…” You moaned, feeling his fingers rubbing against your blushing pussy.

His palms were so huge, he could easily finger fuck you and stimulate your clit, but now he decided only to tease you, petting your little nub with barely sensible touches.

“Mmm, already so wet for me,” he smeared your slickness between his digits before he took them into his mouth, enjoying your delicious taste. “Do ya want to make daddy so proud?”

“A-aw, yeah… All for you, daddy.”

“How fucking cute.” Bateman groaned in a low voice before he made one long lick across your pussy.

Sobbing, you arched your back as you suddenly found yourself so close to the edge and his warm tongue, buried inside your pussy, was making the current situation even harder.

“Pat...Patrick…” Your muffled wails were only spurring him to eat you out more intensively, gripping your buttocks for better control.

His skillful mouth was devouring your pussy like a thirsty man was drinking water, and soon a tensed coil in your lower belly snapped as a vivid release washed over you. Jolting in pleasure, you wanted to cling onto something so badly, but these fucking handcuffs gave you no chance.

Seizing the moment, Patrick rammed into your throbbing cleft in one smooth thrust, as he was not going to wait for you to come back from your high.

“(Y/N)…” he let out a moan of pleasure, from the way your walls were still clenching and encircling his cock perfectly as ever. “So fucking tight…”

“Mmmhm, daddy… You’re so big, please…” you cried out when he grabbed you by the handcuffs, forcing you to bend over even more. “Please, not so deep….A-ah, Patrick!”

A pure lust covered his vision and he couldn’t control himself anymore, fucking you roughly into his bed and growling as he watched his beefy shaft sliding in and out your pussy so easily.

“My brave kitten. Soon you’d be so round… Your breasts would be so heavy…Fuck!” his sloppy thrusts signified he would not last long. “I’m gonna seed you so deep…”

“O God…Y-yes, please!” you begged, hearing nothing but shameless slaps his big balls were making, whenever he was slamming into your little shivering body. “Claim me, daddy! Claim my womb with your seed!”

A white pillow beneath your face was so soaked with your tears and saliva as he was fucking you senselessly, his huge cock was hitting your cervix with merciless pressure.

“Baby…” he squeezed your ass with one hand, while his other hand was still holding the handcuffs. “Tell me… Tell me to cum!”

“Mmmmhm… Cum for me, daddy! I need to be bred so badly! A-awww!”

Twitching like a snake who was fighting for its life, you bit your lip almost till the blood, so Patrick had to fixate you in one place as he finally crested his high, painting your inner walls in white with a feral growl.

“Stay still, brat!” he sneered in a husky voice as he was still pumping you with his seed, until it ran down your thighs. “Do ya know what I’m gonna to do after the baby is born?”

“W-what?” You asked breathlessly.

“I will put another one inside you…” with these words, Patrick drew near your neck, marking your sensitive skin, and it seemed like he didn’t plan to pull out of your dripping pussy. “Next round, love?”

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jasico-challenges · 3 months

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SING-UP & TAGGING SYSTEM

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killacharacterbingo · 1 month

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Fatal Weakness

A fatal weakness is described as a critical debility in an otherwise remarkably strong, or perhaps invincible, character. A character who is, in all other aspects, invulnerable or nearing it, has a weakness which, if exploited, can lead to their death.

A common example of this would be the fictional mineral kryptonite to the DC superhero Superman. Kryptonite is one of the very few things which can harm the otherwise invincible man, and is often regarded as the most effective strategy in taking him down. In Greek mythology, the character Achilles was invincible due to his mother having bathed him in the river Styx. However, since she held him by the heel to dip him in the water, his heel wasn't touched by the water and ergo vulnerable. Consequently, his fatal weakness was his heel (hence the common phrase "Achilles' heel.")

As such, this prompt refers to strong characters, maybe nearing invincibility, who have one flaw, one point of fragility, capable of leading to their deaths.

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ineffablefamfeb · 3 months

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Ineffable Family February

✨ Bingo Card Reveal! ✨

I hope everyone is as excited as we are to kick off Ineffable Family February in just 5 days! We wanted to unveil our brand new bingo cards for any participate who is looking for an extra challenge.

Feel free to choose based on ratings—SFW, NSFT, or SFW/NSFT combined. And, when you get a bingo, be sure to post your bingo and notify us by tagging @ineffablefamfeb and #ineffablefamfeb.

Remember to check out the full prompt lists and event rules HERE!

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prodigal-explorer · 1 month

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i made a bingo card!

i made this because i thought it would be so fun to see how similar my followers/mutuals are to me. feel free to reblog with this filled out if you wanna compare!! i am so curious!!

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catharsisxf · 5 months

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I'm an embarrassingly slow writer so I won't be posting a fic per day but I'll hopefully make it through a few of these prompts from @msrafterdark!

Dashing through the Snow

Rating: G

Prompt: Best Christmas ever

AO3 link

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Meet me tomorrow at the base of the Masonic Temple. 9am. Dress warmly.

-M

Scully had gotten back to the office rather late on Friday after an autopsy had gone longer than expected. Still she was surprised that Mulder had seemingly already left for the weekend. As intrigued as she was by the note he'd left on her desk she sincerely hoped she hadn't gotten up early on the weekend for a case. It was only a couple days before Christmas and she really really needed to finish her shopping.

The Masonic Temple in Alexandria was situated at the top of large hill that gave impressive views of the surrounding area. Last night was the first decent snowfall of the season and as she trudged up one of the pathways leading to the building she noticed numerous families sledding down the terraced hillsides.

She spotted him immediately as she made it to the top of the hill. Wearing the bright green alien knit hat she got him as a gag gift last year he was practically bouncing up and down scanning the crowds for her. His toothy grin as he spotted her made her insides flip in a way that she wasn't quite ready to acknowlege.

"Right on time!" he beamed. He gestured to the large wooden toboggan next to him and waggled his eyebrows playfully.

"Mulder," she said as if he'd just presented her a slideshow about Bigfoot being personally responsible for crop circles. "You can't be serious."

"C'mon Scully, this is one of the best sledding locations in the area. We can't pass this up!"

She smirked at his giddiness and eventually nodded in acceptance. Mulder positioned the toboggan at the edge of the slope and motioned for her to have a seat. She had assumed they'd be taking turns but was surprised when he situated himself snugly behind her. Reaching around her to grab the strap he nudged them forward slightly. "Ready?" She nodded. Unsure of what to do with her hands she grasped his upper arms tightly.

As they took off down the hillside they quickly gained speed, the other riders becoming a blur in her peripheral vision. She felt a couple moments of weightlessness as they careened over the terraced slope. Coming to a stop at the bottom she felt breathless both from adrenaline and the feeling of Mulder's warm body wrapped around her.

"Whoo!" he exclaimed. "Let's go again! His enthusiasm was contagious and she found herself racing him back up to the top.

After a few more runs they headed back to their cars in comfortable silence, Mulder dragging the toboggan behind him. "The last Christmas I spent with Samantha we went sledding," he said suddenly. Scully glanced at him in surprise but he kept his eyes trained on the ground. "There were a couple places around the island where you could sled and she begged me for days to take her. It snowed Christmas morning so we spent all day sledding. She was so happy." He slowed and finally looked at her. "It was the best Christmas ever," he said quietly, a wistful smile on his face.

Her heart broke for the boy who whose world was shattered so long ago. Not for the first time she wondered how different he would be now if his childhood memories weren't forever tinged with sadness around the edges.

Stopping in front of her car she raised on her tiptoes and gave him a lingering kiss on his wind-reddened cheek. Pulling back she saw his eyes open slowly and a dreamy look on his face. "Merry Christmas, Mulder."

"Best Christmas ever," he whispered.

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quiobibingo · 1 year

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QuiObi Bingo interest check

Hello!

Welcome to the QuiObi Bingo. This will be the first bingo focusing on the relationship between Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi, both gen and romantic.

Q: What is a bingo?

A: A bingo is a fandom challenge where participants fill as many prompts as possible. You will receive a card (either a 3x3, 4x4 or 5x5 grid) containing a prompt in each square, and the goal is to try to get a bingo by completing prompts in a line (vertical, horizontal or diagonal) or a blackout if you fill all of the prompts.

Please note that this is intended as a low-pressure bingo and will likely run until the end of the year. More info will be coming soon.

Even if you don't think you can manage a bingo or if you think you’ll only fill one prompt, or aren’t sure you’ll be able to fill any, we would still love to have you take part!

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jemmalynette · 28 days

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Snowed In (Time Doesn’t Heal All Wounds)

Fandom: The Walking Dead

OCs: Logan & Ali Christopher

Words: 1915

Link: AO3

"Snowed In" for the @occreatorexchange bingo challenge. When estranged siblings Ali and Logan (OCs) get separated from the group and have to hole up in an old cabin during a snow storm, some old wounds get reopened.

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critter-genfic-events · 8 months

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Critrole Bingo is Open!

Thanks for a fun gen week! Be sure to check the tag and the AO3 collection to see what everyone created! Also, you can still post a couple of days late, if you're close to finishing.

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Request a bingo card by filling out this form. It's so we know where to send the bingo card to.

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kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay · 8 months

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An internship with a twist 🗃️

Summary: You did it! You got the much sought after internship at the prestigous newspaper company led by no other than Natasha Romanov. You would try your best to be worthy of the position, though after meeting the CEO you get a feeling this isn't quite the job you signed up for...

Pairing: Natasha Romanov x fem!Reader

(No use of descriptive words for Reader's appearance. If you do stumble across one, please let me know and I'll immediately find a more inclusive alternative)

Warnings: 18+, non-con touching, kidnapping, nudity, violence (towards reader), name-calling, gross behaviour and remarks, abuse of power, stalking, pet-play

Word count: 3.4k

Author's note: Here we go, my first submission for @the-slumberparty's BINGO challenge! The squares I filled are "Biting", "Intern", "Writer's choice -> Pet Play", "Kept in a cage" and "Collar"!

This one was quite fun and when I saw them aligning in a diagonal line, I knew I had to do something with it. Hope you enjoy!

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“Come on, don't drag you feet. We don't have all day,” the intimidating red-head in front of you calls over her shoulder while she struts down the hallway in dizzyingly high heels, her shoulder length waves bouncing with every step.

You do your best to keep up with her confident stride, sneakered feet scurrying across the expensive stone floor polished to perfection beneath your soles.

You had done your very best to get this internship, followed all the instructions that came with the application guidelines – even submitted pictures of yourself against your better judgement – and after almost two months of anxious waiting, you got the confirmation for the internship.

And today is your first day. You'd dressed in your best clothes, which still looked kind of ratty compared to everyone else's very established business clothing. But you wanted to try your best and impress your boss, who was none other than Natasha Romanov, CEO and founder of one of the most prestigious newspaper agencies.

If you do well, you could very well heighten your chances at landing a good job in this cut-throat industry. Because who would refuse you if you show up on their doorstep with recommendations from the one and only Natasha Romanov? No one in their right mind, that's the correct answer to that question.

You are very elated to be granted this opportunity, as much as you are absolutely terrified to mess it up.

You simply have to impress this woman with your skills and make a name of yourself if you want to be anything more than the author of gossipy articles about the latest fashion fiasco on the red carpet.

The woman stops in front of a door at the end of the long hallway situated on the top floor.

The place is strangely removed, though you figure it makes sense that the CEO has her own space to work in where others don't disturb her unless she allows it; the elevator on this floor only opens with her permission, so no one comes in here if she doesn't want it.

“Come on in. Chop chop, intern,” Ms Romanov says impatiently, waiting at the open door and gesturing you inside with the jerk of her head.

You're quick to follow her command, scurrying in past her and watching over your shoulder how she closes the door with a loud click. You turn your head straight, not wanting her to think you were staring, when a subtle whirring sound comes from behind you. Strange.

You can't dwell on the misplaced sound for long because the red-head is already waltzing past you like a storm, swiftly making her way around her wide oak-wood desk and sitting down in the high-backed leather chair waiting behind it.

Her silhouette stands out against the lights of the sky shining through the floor to ceiling windows that make up the wall behind her.

You stand nervously, still close to the door, and watch how she lounges in the chair, one pant-clad leg elegantly draped across the other.

Her green gaze is settled on you, taking in every nervous twitch as you fidget in place, wondering what she brought you up here for. It's your first day, you expected a little tour of your work place and then to be showed to you desk and given a list of tasks for the day.

Instead, you are alone with the CEO of the company on her private floor at the top of the building, where she is now unsettlingly staring at you without saying a single word.

Not longer able to bear the tense silence, you awkwardly clear your throat and start speaking.

“Sooo, uhm, Miss... What do I start with?”

You hope it's the right thing to say, trying to show your willingness to work.

The woman across from you just stares for a moment longer before snapping her fingers at you and pointing at the desk.

You scrunch your face up, fingers twisting in front of you as you try to interpret her rude gesture. Does she want you to come closer?

Daring to follow you instinct, you carefully shuffle closer to her desk, and when she doesn't object, keep going until you're standing right in front of her desk. Another moment of silence passes between the two of you before she breaks it with a curtly spoken command.

“You can start by undressing, sweetheart.”

You blink. Did you hear that right?

Your eyes scan her face, trying to read anything in her expression, but she's as unreadable as a blank page.

Maybe she said something about salad dressing. Yeah, your first task is to get her lunch and you merely zoned out while she was telling you her order, so you only heard a bit of it. Not a very good start.

“Pardon, could you repeat that?” you ask as politely as you can.

Ms Romanov's face stays a stony mask.

“I said, you can start by undressing. Don't keep me waiting, I'm not a very patient woman,” the red-head says, and this time you're sure you understood her. That sadly doesn't clear any of your confusion.

“I- I'm sorry, I don't think I understand-” you begin, skin prickling uncomfortably as you tug at the bottom of your ironed shirt.

“Are you deaf? My order was clear, now follow it or I'll be forced to help you and that is going to piss me off. You don't want to piss me off, trust me” Ms Romanov says coldly, sitting up in her chair and despite her sitting position, the sheer power radiating off her makes it seem like she is looming over you.

You just stand there, dumbfounded and growing more scared with every passing second while the red-head's heavy gaze rests on you in a foreboding way.

“Jesus Christ, I thought Hansen said you're a smart one,” your boss says and you can't help but feel hurt at the harsh words.

You are smart, goddamnit, otherwise you wouldn't have made it this far, but if your wits haven't left you completely, the woman across from you asked you to undress twice and you simply aren't going to do that.

You really thought this is a serious enterprise, the newspaper's popularity surely supported that assumption, and with a woman in charge, you didn't worry too much about harassment at the work place. But now you're standing in front none other but the CEO of this whole place and she was-

“Listen up, sweetheart. I'll say it one more time. Get those clothes off and do it fast, and I might not punish you on your first day,” the older woman interrupts your thoughts, directing your attention back to her impatient expression. She flicks her fingers at you, a gesture to tell you to hurry up.

You can't say where you take the confidence from, but something about the whole situation and the way she treats you like some animal sets you off, and you use it to make your thoughts known.

“No. I'm- I'm not gonna do that. Excuse me, Ms Romanov, but I think this might not be the right placement for me after all. I quit. Feel free to employ another intern in my stead,” you say. You're proud of how firm your words come out, despite the stutter in the beginning.

“The hard way it is,” the red-head says to herself, not even pretending to acknowledge what you just said. Instead, she gets up from her chair and prowls around the desk, instinctively making you take two steps back.

“Stay,” Ms Romanov barks and for some unknown reason you listen, staring at her positively terrified. “Gotta do everything yourself around here... fucking hell.”

Without further preamble, she gets close, too close, and grips the front of your button up shirt.

You can't do more than let out a startled sound of protest before she sinks her fingers into the fabric and rips the shirt open, buttons clattering everywhere as they give away beneath her brute force.

She starts shoving your blazer down your shoulders, the ripped shirt quickly being pushed down with it as you stand frozen for a moment, stunned by the woman's actions. It's only when your blazer and shirt fall to the floor that you jolt back into motion.

Your hands fly up to cover your chest and protect your bra from her clawing fingers while your feet clumsily move backward in an attempt to get away from the crazy red-head.

“S-Stop! What the fuck are you doing-” you protest loudly, raising your arms to fend off her attempts to tear away more of your clothing.

When she reaches out to roughly grab you by the back of your neck, you turn your head to the side and chomp down on her arm as hard as you can, your animal instinct taking over as adrenaline surges through your blood.

“Ouh! You fucking mutt-” the red-head curses with a hiss, but doesn't retract her arm. Quite the opposite.

She lifts her other hand and swiftly backhands you across the face with a loud crack.

The force of the slap snaps your head to the side. Your ears are ringing and your vision swims for a moment as tears gather in your eyes.

Ms Romanov doesn't grant you a second of reprieve and grabs your face to roughly turn it back towards her. Her nails dig into your cheeks when she gives your head a mean shake that disorientates you even more.

“Keep your teeth to yourself unless you want to be punished, you stupid little mutt,” she curses at you and then releases your face with a shove.

You blearily stare at her agitated face, tears clouding your vision as you just stand there in shock.

Your chest aches from the hurt of being treated so roughly and cruel and you can't stop the feeling from wandering up your throat and resulting in hot tears splashing down your throbbing face.

While you try to wrap your head around the situation and your body starts up a delayed response to the physical violence, Ms Romanov keeps yanking at your clothing until your bra is gone and your pants and panties have fallen to your feet.

“Step out of them,” the woman orders, but you're still too stunned to move, tears running down your face as you stare at the ground.

Now seemingly out of patience, the red-head gives you a shove that almost sends you toppling to the floor with your feet tangled in the remainder of your clothes. You quickly untangle your feet from the fabric out of sheer necessity to keep from busting your head open on the stone floor.

“Stand here!” the older woman orders with a snap of her fingers, index finger pointing at the ground in front of her.

Not wanting to risk more bodily harm being done to you, you follow her command, your hands doing their best to cover your naked body. Embarrassment and shame burn hot in your gut, your whole body trembling with the scalding feeling boiling in your stomach.

Ms Romanov reaches out and you instinctively jerk away, scared of another cruel hit. The woman isn't deterred by your reaction, one hand grabbing your chin to turn your head this way and that while her other one feels along your shoulder and then gropes your chest.

You let out a weak whimper and try to pull your head out of her grasp, but she holds you steady and continues grabbing at your body, weighing your breasts in her hand, tweaking your nipples and then moving down your side where she gives your hip a squeeze.

“Hmm,” she hums, briefly glancing at your teary face before focusing on the path of her hand again.

The appendage creeps lower, ghosting over your tummy and eliciting a twitch from you, but her firm hold on your face keeps you from getting far.

She touches the coarse curls atop your mound before dipping lower and cruelly pinching the soft flesh on the inside of your thigh.

“Apart,” she curtly orders, pinching you again until you shuffle your legs further apart, giving her access to your most intimate parts.

You tremble and whine when she delves between your legs, fingers parting the lips of your pussy and experimentally dipping them into your entrance before pulling back and delivering a harsh slap right to your exposed inner lips.

“Ouch!” you screech, your thighs snapping shut as your legs make to scramble back and carry you away from the cruel woman's touch.

Your attempt at escaping her rough hands is quickly thwarted by the red-head. She lets go of your face and sweeps out a leg, tripping you in your clumsy backwards motion and sending you to the floor with a loud thud that had your tail-bone weeping in agony.

“On your knees,” she barks and approaches you to motivate you with a kick to the side. You shakily move to your knees, hands pressed to the floor beside your thighs.

“Stay.”

You do, eyes glued to the floor as you hear her moving around by her desk. She doesn't take long, her pant-clad legs soon stepping into your field of vision.

She bends down and you briefly catch a glance of something deep red in her hands before she's bringing it around your throat. When her hands meet at the back of your neck and you hear a subtle clicking sound, you realise what the thing is she had in her hands.

A collar. A burgundy collar.

The woman presses two fingers between the collar and your skin, sweeping towards the front and giving it a little pull before retracting her hand, but not before giving the little accessory fastened in the front a little flick.

You reach out and grip the strip of leather, the inside lined with a softer material to keep any chafing at bay.

Dumbfounded at the fact that this woman had literally hit you, kicked you, stripped you of your clothing and now also collared you, you stare at up her with an open mouth.

“That's your place now, puppy,” she says sternly before nudging your chin with a finger. “Close your mouth, you look stupid.”

You snap your mouth shut and frown. All you wanted is some experience in the field, something to look good on your application after you finish university. How on earth did you end up naked and collared on a stranger's floor?

“I-” you start, trying to come up with some sort of argument, a demand to be let go, but a slap silences you before any protests can come out of your mouth.

“Did I tell you to speak? Puppies don't speak unless their owners tell them to. If they do, they'll be punished. And now move your lazy ass, I've had enough trouble with you,” the red-head says sternly before nudging you with her heel until you make to stand to follow her command.

“No walking! You crawl, stupid puppy,” Ms Romanov hisses, painfully planting her heel on your back to shove you back on all fours.

You let out a pained sound and fall back to your knees. You make haste to move forward when you see her foot lifting in your periphery, the hard floor painful on your knees as you crawl where she directs you.

She shoos you all the way around the desk and towards the corner of the room behind it where a velvety blanket obscures a big cube-shaped structure.

The woman passes you and approaches the structure, pulling the blanket away with a flourish and baring... a cage. A big cage. You can guess what it's for.

You back up and shake your head, wide eyes staring at the cage and then back at the red-head. She's wearing a cold smile on her painted lips as she steps forward and swiftly grabs you by the collar to drag you forward.

You try to fight against her grip, hands and knees pushing into the floor to slow down her process, but it's no use. She's stronger than you and soon you find yourself being shoved into the human-sized cage like a naughty dog.

The door is slammed shut behind you and you hear a lock sliding into place before you can even turn around.

“There we go. This could've been much easier, but you had to be a bitch,” Ms Romanov says condescendingly and you twist around in the small space to stare at her.

“Y- you can't do this. Let me out. Please, let me out! I won't tell anyone, I swear,” you start babbling without thinking as the weight of the situation starts to sink in.

You're trapped in a cage, naked, with no means to call for help or contact anyone and at the complete mercy of this woman, a stranger to you.

The red-head hits the side of the cage, the clanging sound reverberating in your ears and shutting you up in an instant.

You expect her to shout at or threaten you for speaking out of turn, but before the woman can say a word, the sound of a phone ringing echoes through the lofty office.

She throws you a warning look, lips pressed into a thin line, before turning away and making her way over to her desk where her phone was ringing.

“Yes? What do you want? … I don't think that's any of your business... Fine. I'm buzzing you in, Hansen. But listen to me, no funny business. Got it? Yes.”

You try to follow the conversation, but with only her side of it it's impossible to make sense of her words.

Before you can get too lost in trying to figure out her words, the red-head whirls around and approaches you again, successfully cutting off any thought you might have had.

“I have an associate coming in here in a few moments. Don't bother trying to call for help. If you think I'm bad, he's worse, much worse. So keep your mouth shut and sit pretty and I might not have to beat your ass until it's bleeding later,” she warns you.

You merely gulp and give a short nod before shrinking into the corner of the cage and pulling your knees to your chest.

As if on cue, there's a knock on the door that is followed by a brief “Come in” from Ms Romanov.

Not a moment later the door is shoved open and a man strides in, tall and dressed in a tacky yellow shirt combined with white dress pants. His face displays an unnerving grin, his top lip hidden underneath a hideously outdated moustache that is styled to precision, same as his hair.

“Romanov!” he calls loudly, his beady eyes sweeping the room and quickly settling on your hunched over form in the corner. “I see you've received your new pet.”

“Yes, I have. And she's given me more trouble than I care for, Hansen,” the red-head says, completely unimpressed by the man's theatrical entrance.

“Oh has she now? Didn't seem the troublemaker to me. The most docile out of all of them, really. Watched her for weeks and not once has she gotten sassy with anyone,” the man – Hansen – muses loudly, rubbing his chin exaggeratedly in thought.

'Watched her for weeks'?

An uneasy shiver crawls down your back at the man's words. What does he mean he's watched you for weeks? And you're the most docile out of all of them? All of who?

“Mh, she bit me like a wild mutt,” Ms Romanov says evenly. Then she gives a shrug. “Nothing a little slap couldn't correct, but it still shouldn't have happened.”

“Oh well, you can't expect them to be perfect. Besides, you love to whip them into shape and I think with a package like that you can tolerate a bit of disobedience,” the man says while he leers your way.

“Gotta admit I was tempted to take her for myself a couple of times. Great ass, nice tits and the face doesn't hurt to look at either,” he declares while leaning on the polished desk.

“I would've cut your throat, but I can't say I don't see the appeal. Now get out, you freaky bastard. Let me enjoy my new pet. Your second half of the payment will be deposited this hour,” Ms Romanov says curtly, not wasting another moment with the man as she turns back to you with a cold stare.

“We have so much to do, puppy. So many things to learn. I will enjoy teaching you.”

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Boy, I made myself horny with this one 🥴

Not proofread btw, you can keep any mistakes you find :D

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