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magnificent-buckless-butt · 6 months

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Chapter 1

Disclaimer: unlike last time, it is not Sambucky-centric. I'll try to do it but as you'll see, the plot, well, needs the other characters.

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29th of October, 2023.

A car came to a stop in front of a circular, latest-architectural-trend building, marked with a gigantic A – because why shouldn't it. A woman, well dressed, exited the car. Her hair was pitch black and brushed back, her suit and suitcase were also black with not a pinch or a hint of dust and her sunglasses were obviously black, hiding to everyone whom and where she was looking at.

She entered the building and was immediately greeted by a robotic, feminine voice.

“Welcome, Director Hill.”

“Thanks, SUNDAY. Is anyone else here already?”

The talking program didn’t miss a byte before answering, in a perfectly well-spoken manner.

“No, I’m afraid you are the first one and will remain so for an hour at minimum. Mrs Van Dyne has reported to be expected at 12pm and the others had not provided such a courtesy. Do you want me to ask them again?”

“No need. Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Maria took off her glasses, revealing deep tired eyes and face. She grabbed her suitcase which contained her PJs, a change her weapon—because why shouldn’t she have one- some other things she’d need and headed for the lift.

“I’m going to my room and take a nap. If anyone asks, I’m not here.”

“Very well. I will transmit this message.”

When the lift doors closed, the hall got left empty. Not an employee, not a superhero -or even a wannabee one. For once, the headquarters of the Avengers were completely peaceful and silent. If was supposed to remain so for two more days.

The next guest to arrive was The Wasp. And she arrived as The Wasp. She walked inside in a hurry, only letting the Pym Particles grow her back to her original size as she crossed the threshold. Her breath was short and she was sweating—like she had been running. Or fighting. She looked around.

“No one else’s here yet?” she asked at the walls and ceiling.

“No. Director Hill did arrive, however she have specified she is not to be here for the moment.”

Hope nodded. She felt like she probably wouldn’t be “here” too if the others were coming late. Her eyes were scanning her environment, taking in the entry hall: the counter before the corridor leading to the lift—there was no stairs, no need when the lift had been designed to be Hulk-size; the waiting area with a few couched, a lounge table, some potted plants and on the other side, the wide corridor leading to the council rooms and the even wider (and perfectly equipped) training room. They were gonna have some work to do...

She was taking off her bracers but as her eyes met the directionnal panel to the training room, she stopped. Took a breath. Well, if she was in her suit already, why not test the new equipment? Apparently, they were done by a young genius—the legacy of Tony Stark, they said.

Her hands still shaking due to adrenaline and stress, Hope headed for the training room.

The spy arrived at the moment she knew no one else would arrive. Of course, she knew she couldn’t be as early as Maria Hill, but just as she had guessed, Maria Hill had retired to her room. The Wasp posed an issue, especially since she had announced her time of arrival lately so the spy had little to no time to prepare (the fact she had supposedly announced it solely to the AI in charge of the HQ was not part of the equation). But she was thrilled to discover the hero had also left the main hall. As for the other ones... Well, let’s just quit it as men. Which meant she calculated she had a windows of roughly thirsty minutes before the Wasp would come back—lowest expectation.

Yelena Belova walked in, dressed in a leather, full-of-pockets black jacket, jeans, her blond hair braided, her sunglasses on, her hands deep inside her aforementioned pockets, fidgeting with a strange device that closely but not quite resembled a phone.

“Please, no word.”

The IA didn’t respond and Yelena took the lift to her assigned room—more like a royal suite as she would soon discover.

The next two were the narrator’s favorite idiots and perhaps yours too, dear reader—or they ought to be. They were flying not so high but quite rapidly nonetheless, above the Manhattan skyscrapers and one was decidedly not having the time of his life.

“Can’t you fucking go slower?” screamed Bucky so the (only actual) flying person could hear him over the sound of the wind.

“No, can’t do. It’s already 6pm and we promised we’d set up the decoration before tomorrow. And we would already be there if a certain someone had been ready on time!” screamed back Sam.

Bucky gulped as he peered beneath him. His feet and legs were freely dancing in the fucking void. With his left arm, he held on to Sam and with his right hand, he held on to his jacket to keep it closed and tight against his chest. He shook his head. Heights. Why did he fell for a guy crazy of heights? Because falling through the sky was what was gonna happen to him soon if Sam didn’t slow down!

"You said your meeting would only last to 2pm, not 4!"

"Well, I can't easily say no to the fricking President, Barnes!"

Bucky breathed out.

"Just drop that old man. He's old enough to have been my mate before the war."

Sam barely refrained from teaching him what being Captain America entailed. That would have been as unnecessary as when Bucky would tell him what Captain America entailed—for example when Sam would refuse to sign an autograph for a fan from the wrong soccer team. Better drop the subject (and not the president).

"Why weren't you ready at 2, like it was planned, anyway? And why were you out of the house?"

Bucky's voice struggled to find Sam’s ears.

"I was... looking for stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Sam shouted in case Barnes had trouble hearing him—which, well, wasn't supposed to happen, with all the supersoldier stuff and all.

"Just... stuff."

Sam took the hint and stopped talking altogether. They kept flying for a while until they finally spotted the new Avengers headquarters—in the suburbs, far from any city, like the previous one. They landed in the path of grass in front of the entrance. No one else was around. Good thing. (Sam remained nervous, though.) He gently put his hand on Bucky's arm.

"Please, about... us."

Bucky looked at his hand then his eyes slowly raised up until they met Sam's and Bucky's smile was tender when it happened.

"I'm doing what you're doing. Nothing less, nothing more, Wilson."

Sam felt a huge wave of relief. He took a step away, ready to enter the compound when he noticed how his partner had been standing straight, his arms tightened around his chest the whole time.

"What's happening?" he asked, pointing at the crossed arms. "Are you getting... cold, Barnes?"

The glare the Winter Soldier gave him would have been enough to scare off the fiercest god in the Universe but Samuel Wilson was brave.

"Not your business, Sam."

Bucky started walking towards the entrance and Sam followed, his smile never vanishing the more Bucky sulked.

When Sam and Bucky walked in, Hope was coming back from the training room. They greeted each other but quickly, Hope broke off the conversation to go take a shower and get a change from her sweaty suit. The men didn't have to wait for her long, though and on her way back, she had woken up Maria. After more small talk, they looked around at the very neat, very clean state of the building.

"Do you have some decorations ideas, yet?" asked the director of SHIELD.

"Well, I've brought Pym Particles," Hope replied.

Maria scoffed at her. Bucky and Sam weren't better. (And Bucky wasn't leaving his coat, even though the three others had each offered to put the heater up.)

"I kinda thought we'd figure it on the go," Sam said finally.

Maria didn't have time to scold him as Yelena appeared. As it turned out, she didn't have stuff or ideas either. "Not my culture" was her excuse.

"Let's hope Clint will have something," Bucky said.

Yelena flinched at the name. As he had just waited for his name to be spoken, Hawkeye got announced and a few seconds later, entered through the glass doors, arms full of pumpkins of various sizes. He kept darting gaze behind his back, almost looking anxious, but his face lit up the moment he saw his friends. Well, the mood got halfway killed when he spotted Yelena too, but fortunately, she had decided to be neutral and shook his hands. Alas, Maria had barely starting interrogating him (but he had brought pumpkins from his own farm) when SUNDAY warned them the last guest was arriving. They looked confused.

"But I thought-" started Hope as the doors slid open once again.

Wearing only a tee-shirt, a worn-out jacket and a pair of even worse worn-out jeans, Scott waltzed in, with the biggest smile of all the party.

"Hi! Hi, friends! Hi!"

He shook hands with everyone—timidly with Maria and Yelena, longer with Sam and drew Hope into a hug. The woman accepted, still confused, and so moved a bit away to take a full look at Ant-man.

"Weren't you supposed to be on a mission for three days?"

Scott's eyes widened and he made the face of someone suddenly remembering something. His attempt at explaining what kind of secret mission he didn't have to do while not talking at all about the secret mission was pathetic too but gained a laugh out of Hope.

"Wait, were you guys waiting for me?" Scott asked, stopping himself.

"Nah, replied Bucky. We were just discussing how we're probably going to do the decorations tomorrow and drinking beers tonight. What?" he added when he felt Sam's glare on him.

But Scott had already passed his arm around his shoulders—his hand barely reached Bucky's shoulder on the other side.

"Sounds like a very good plan, man!"

So it happened. They surrendered to the fullness of the mini-bar and the softness of the couches. (Bucky first went to his suite and finally came back without his coat.) They drank, talked, played some card games. Even Maria relaxed. Truth was, they were not in a hurry. After all, the party would only be set on the 31rst, in the evening. They had two full days to decorate the compound.

A bit before midnight, Maria announced she was going to bed. Hope was gone already (Scott had accompanied her but he had came back to the beers—he was truly holding his own). Yelena looked around to find Scott very joyful and very touchy with Sam, Clint basically dead and drooling on the table, Bucky unphased (or maybe, phased, because he was just staring outside the windows) and Sam yawning approximately once per minute. As she suspected, Sam rose and declared he was going to follow too. As if it triggered something, Bucky jumped on his feet. The three of them got together in the lift. Their suit was at the same level for the lady and one level upper for the men. Sam and Bucky wished goodnight to Yelena on her floor and stayed in the lift. When the doors closed, Bucky subtly took Sam's hand.

Their door to their suite were facing each other. They stayed there, in the corridor, unable to leave the other first. They were still in the corridor when they heard Yelena screaming.

In a matter of seconds, they had joined the floor beneath, ran through the corridors and the door to Hope's suite, only to find themselves in the living-room and Hope herself, laying on the floor, motionless, blood coming out of a large wound on her side.

#sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambucky halloween bingo 2023 #halloween bingo #sbhalloweenbingo2023 #halloween prep

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glxyqst · 6 months

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Treat - Part 2 of Trick or Treat

Inspired by "the kind of nightmare that you get used to" by TemporaryEnthusiasm and glxyqst

“Lieu-Lieutenant—!” A quick intake of air into lungs that no longer needed to breathe, a rustle of fabric against flesh no longer kissed by the sun. Pale wrists pinned against the ground, over dark curls tousled in relief against the leafy vines of the pumpkin patch. Head thrown back and neck bared, sharp fangs flashing in the moonlight.

A gruff voice, a commanding voice—thicker than molasses, heavy with desire and punctuated by ragged breathing. “Unh, baby, you know I — can’t Haaaa— help myself when you call me that.” Sinuous thrusts, slow, unhurried, drawing little ‘ah—!’s of delight with each gentle push, in… and out… in… and out…

A moan, torn from a parched throat, begging without words, red-stained tears glistening beneath long, fluttering lashes. Pupils dilating, cheeks flushed bright and warm. “P-please…”

Husky words whispered into the younger man’s ear; “Make it worth my while, and I’ll let you suck my cock.”

Faster, and harder, the ah ’s now more akin to tiny squeaks as skin slapped tirelessly against skin, slim hips bouncing atop thick thighs. A final groan, jerking, stuttering, spurt after spurt of liquid warmth filling him, caressing him, painting his insides with white.

The still proud shaft pulling out, leaving him empty, the cum still dribbling from the tip smearing across his face as it pushed past crimson-stained lips. Thick veins pulsing against his tongue, ivory fangs growing sharp with eternal hunger. Biting, licking, sucking, greedily drinking his fill. Cumming untouched, collapsing into the larger man's arms, a throaty chuckle buried in his hair.

Eyes that shone like the stars. A whispered confession. “H-Hank, I… I love you.”

"I love you, too." @rkvibehundred

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh fanfic #dbh fic #dbh hank #fluff #smut #confession #“make it worth my while”#pumpkin patch #rkvibehundred #halloween bingo #itty bitty

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bonniebird · 6 months

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#halloween #halloween movies #halloween bingo #halloween2023 #bonniebird

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vikingsong · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday (11/16/22)

(Excerpt from WIP fill that incorporates multiple Halloween-related prompts from the Land of Myth Discord server)

‘To banish the Darkness within, the possessed must willingly subject themselves to the Light.’

As Merlin read and re-read those words, time narrowed down that one moment, that one choice. The oily darkness was slowly drowning him, and his lies grew heavier by the hour. Still, Merlin—being what he was, living where he lived—was accustomed to darkness. He didn’t know how to step out of the shadows into the light; he would feel naked without the lies he wore like a second skin.

But if dragons could shed their skins as they grew and dragonfire could drive away the Dorocha, then perhaps a lonely, drowning Dragonlord could summon the courage to do the same.

#wip wednesday #fanfic #bbc merlin #turn of phrase #literary devices #and lots of dragon imagery #land of myth server prompt #halloween bingo #character development #angst with a happy ending #my stories #storytelling #writers on tumblr #wip excerpt #wip #Fic: Darkness Like a Second Skin

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likopinina · 2 years

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breaking - an elderly man wants to play bingo one last time, 57 dead, 1 injured, 2 infected with mildew

#putting literally anything into descriptions nowadays #idk if you can get infected with mildew in reality #michael myers #halloween ends #fanart #halloween #slashers #slasher horror #my art #likoart #halloween ends spoilers #possibly?#will he play bingo? only one way to find out #eyestrain tw #2k

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leelany-world · 5 months

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RK-Vibe Hundred Halloween Bingo, prompts: Secret revealed + hurt/comfort.

Words: 2,552 Relationships: Connor/Markus/North (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: RKVibe Hundred Halloween Bingo, Prompt Fic, Miscommunication, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Loneliness, interfacing, Emotional Hurt, Happy Ending

Summary: Markus, North and Connor have a loving and fulfilling relationship. Until one day Connor pulls away from Markus and soon North does the same. They are keeping something from him, leaving Markus lost and alone.

For the the RK-Vibe Hundred Discord Server Halloween Bingo Event, @rkvibehundred

#dbh #rk1k #connorkus #dbh connor #dbh markus #dbh north #norkus #conorkus #halloween bingo #dbh fanfic #looks like some writing happened #still not comfortable with sharing stuff #but wasn't there something about 'doing it scared'? 🤷‍♀️#leelany writes

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dazeddoodles · 6 months

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Our Halloween costumes for this year

#halloween #bluey #bluey heeler #bingo heeler #chilli heeler #my art

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mangabirdao3 · 6 months

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Gavin can't help but wonder, does Richard know?

Story links on the linktree:

https://linktr.ee/manga_bird

Chapter 2 of what was supposed to be one chapter, which will probably be three chapters. @thebreakroomds

#dbh #detroitbecomehuman #reed900 #900gavin #gavin reed x rk900 #g9 #rk900 #gavinreed #wattpad #ffn #archiveofourown #halloween bingo

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kairennart · 6 months

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creepy little guy

#merlin #bbc merlin #merlin fanart #bbc merlin fanart #merlin bbc #fanart #my art #mordred #sir mordred #bbc mordred #mordred fanart #little study i made for the bingooo :D #the square was the color green and it reminded me of him #and this post will be my first bingo! i have managed the incredible achievement of posting 17 squares without getting a single bingo #halloween will be a drawing for the badge and the rest 6 are for the rarepair fest #AND i still have another adopted square shut UP IM NORMAL ABT THIS FEST

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swampstew · 6 months

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Eustass Kid, G-49 ~ Glory Hole

Summary: Sea-trow: a malignant or mischievous fairy or spirit, regarded as monstrous giants at times. Trows are nocturnal creatures, they venture out of their 'trowie knowes' (earthen mound dwellings) solely in the evening, and often enter households as the inhabitants sleep. Trows traditionally have a fondness for music, kidnapping musicians or luring them to their dens, and having sexual intercourse with women on their land. They are regarded as hideous creatures that are hung like horses. This is the story of their glow up and thriving business model.

Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Eustass Kid as a Sea-Trow, Female reader, glory hole/reverse glory hole trope, fingering and vaginal penetration, creampie, degradation, calling reader slut and pet names, Kid being an amazing Dom. Not edited cause I'm stoned and sleepy. Word Count: 2K

Visiting a glory hole was one of your secret kinks – always too shy to share with anyone you’d ever been intimate with. Even soft voyeurism suggestions like car sex while in your relationships gave you surprised and shocked looks. Tempering your appetites, you hid a part of yourself under lock and key until circumstances found you free again. Emboldened, excited for adventure, ready to shed the weight of judgment – you were finally going to try it out.

Your fantasy included either having your body used at a glory hole or visiting one to play at. Due to the stigma, glory holes became nearly extinct. In fact, you had to resort to using the internet to finding any, but thanks to the help of some kink friendly resources and associates, you found a list of the last remaining glory holes, and to your delight, it was a global map.

Deciding to cash in your hoarded holiday time at work, you booked a flight overseas to visit an online friend in the kink community you felt safe with. They offered to go with you as well, for the experience and to be your buddy in case things went wrong. It made you feel better, though you still felt timid as you parked in a dim parking lot adjacent to a nearly deserted beach.

The air was breezy but not too cold, just shy of the fall weather, and music was pounding from the shack down the beach. Some people filtered in and out, some smoked down by the shoreline, but the shack doors were always forcibly closed as soon as someone cleared the threshold.

Exhaling away your anxiety, you entered. Then you stepped through another double set of doors. Then you were inside.

Down the hallway were picture frames of the…options. None showed their faces, but they showed everything else. Magnificent physiques, sculpted bodies, chubby bodies, scarred bodies, eccentric styles, colorful hair and painted nails accessorized their bodies – but the draw of course, were their huge cocks.

Your jaw dropped – certain you’ve never seen them that big before. Under each frame was a short bio and the person’s house name, and what the list of kinks they were into. There were two options: glory hole, reverse glory hole.

“Some of our young stallions don’t mind showing their face,” a tall woman with an old-fashioned crown on her head walked towards them with a clipboard in hand. “Quincy, house madam. You’re in luck, a few of our studs are available.”

“Which ones?” your friend inquired.

Quincy’s hair bounced as she flounced to each picture frame, sometimes turning the frame to show a face. A man with long blue locks that partially covered his thorn tattoos, a man with a burned right arm and massive pecs with flowing blonde mane, a sculpted man so tall the picture was taken with a wide lens scope. A handful more were shown but your eyes stayed glued to the frame of the heavily scarred man with a metal prosthetic arm, bulging drool-inducing muscles on a buff frame, red happy trail that led down to his generously proportioned cock, framed with that same red hair.

The madam noticed your staring and with a smirk flipped the frame over. Revealing a gorgeous face with equally heavy scarring. Fiery red hair styled in tufts, heavy black eyeliner defined his sharp, golden eyes, and deep matte red lipstick gracing a handsome smile. Your heart was pounding.

“Would you like to use him?” Quincy asked. You nodded, unable to speak from such a parched mouth. “I’m sure he’ll be excited to meet you. If this is your first time, I’d recommend the reverse hole, especially with a beast like him.”

Sheer heat pooled between your legs as you nodded.

“Right this way.”

-- Quincy placed you in a small room that was partially lit with candles, peering at all the framed photos of The Bull as you undressed. You sat on the custom bench that was mounted to the partition wall – a large heart shaped hole in the wall with a harness to strap you in and hold your legs back.

“Ya’know the rules, darling?” a gruff voice came from the other side of the wall, making you jump in surprise. “The safe words an’ everything?”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Y-yes. The three color system: green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Thass’good lass. Was told this is y’first time in a place like this – don’t pretend you enjoy something if y’don’t. Say something, ya hear?”

“Y-yes.”

He let out a light chuckle, “Ooh a shy one eh? I’ll show ya a good time, don’t y’worry. Ready to strap in?”

“Uh, um one moment,” you gasp, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed. All you had to do was lay down on the bench, scoot your ass through the hole, put the harness around your thighs to keep you up, but you were moving sluggishly. Red flushing your body as you came to the precipice of a fantasy you had long suppressed, long been shamed for.

“Oi,” his voice was soft, “Having regrets?”

With a wavering voice you summarize the shame you felt and bad experiences, tears spilling down your face completely embarrassed.

“S’ok, darling. There’s no shame here,” he whispered. “Want me to strap you in?”

“Ye-yess, erm, is that…is that allowed?”

“TCH. O’course it’s allowed. I own the feckin place.”

You were surprised to find that the hollow partition wall had a door behind the floor length mirror so you jumped again when The Bull ducked inside your side of the room. His photos didn’t do him justice. He was practically a giant compared to you. Large limbed, every bit as good looking in the flesh, the way his eyes pierced you made you feel like you were seen for the first time. That you would be ok in his hands.

He held out his hand, a pleased grin curled on his face when you grabbed it. Gently shifting you down the cherry oak wood, massaging your bare bottom as he eased you into the opening, caressing your calves and thighs as he slipped on the harness straps.

“Thassa good lass indeed,” he purred, “So shy and obedient. I’ll give ya somethin’ special I don’t do for no one else if yer honest with me,” he said. With his flesh hand he cupped your mound, making you shudder and moan at the contact. “How’s it feel?”

“G-good!” you were breathless.

“Ya’ lyin?”

“No-no! I’m green, good to go!”

His face relaxed and he grinned again, “Good.” He then plunged a thick digit into your pussy making you clench and squeak in pleasure. He thrusted shallowly a few times before pulling out, wiping his finger down your body until he cupped your cheek. “I’m gonna have fun with ya. Pull more squeaks from ya, little mouse.”

He smashed his red lips into yours with ravenous need, leaving you panting and pleading for more. He pulled away with a teasing nip on your bottom lip, looking at you with a devious smirk. He leaned back down and pressed an open-mouth kiss on your neck, sucking it harshly to leave a mark.

“So everyone here knows you’re my little plaything,” He fondled one breast while he sucked the nipple of the other before leaving to his side again.

“Ready fer’me darling?” his voice was deeper, huskier.

“Yy-yes, I’m ready,” your hips wiggled impatiently.

“First things first, dirty girl,” he mocked you, lightly slapping a rubber packet on your clit making you arch your back. “I don’t shoot my load in ya unless y’buy me dinner first.”

Before you could giggle, you choked out a gasp as he rubbed his stiff cock between your folds, jutting against your clit. He teased you while muttering out all the things he would do to you, all the positions he’d have you in just to see your cute face pinched in ecstasy – you felt his metal hand slap the wall making it tremble. Rubbing his thumb on your clit with more pressure, keeping his tip at the edge of you entrance to feel you clench around nothing, so close to penetrating you but not quite there.

“Wassa mistake seein’ ya,” his voice sounded restrained, “I wanta bust on yer face instead of in this feckin rubber piece o’shit!”

You heard him loudly grunt as he sunk into you, pushing out all the air from your lungs. He was stretching you far beyond what you’ve ever experienced and despite it burning just a wee bit, the pleasure was far overtaking the minor pain. His fat cock pressed against all the right areas making you pulse on him, your legs shook against the restraints as you tried to wrap your thighs around his hips.

“Ahhh shit,” he growled, “So feckin tight! Ease up or I won’t last long darling!”

You thought you were answering but instead a wail was ripped from your throat as he changed his pace from rapid thrusting to long, slow strokes. Coaxing your orgasm while tempering his own. His painted nails dug into the back of your thigh as his metal fingers dug into the wooden wall, slowly denting with the mounting pressure he applied.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been fucked so well, felt so full, felt like such a toy but still felt important enough to be taken care of. The Bull railed you over and over again, making it his personal mission to make sure you cum at least eight times before he was done with you.

“Thassa good pet!” he grunted after the seventh one. “Took me so well, d’ya want more special treatment?”

You babbled out what you hoped was a yes.

“Well well well, turns out you weren’t a wee mouse but a desperate bunny ready to be bred. Is’that what y’want darling? Want me to rip this condom off and bust on ya? Are you a kinky lass, wantin’ it inside ya? I think you’re a slutty little thing, slutty little bunny who wants m’cum dripping from her greedy hole. What’sit gonna be darling?”

“FU-FU FUCCCCKK MEEEE!!!!” you cried.

He hooted, “I already am darling!”

“FUUCK IT IN MEEEEEE!!!!”

“There’s my slutty bunny,” he grinned, and in one swift motion yanked the soiled rubber off his angry red cock, it bobbed in frustration at the sudden cool air and loss of tightness. With a moan, The Bull filled you up to the hilt in one swift thrust.

Shrieking at the overstimulation, your puffy clit throbbed against The Bull’s matted pubic hair as he ground into you. His forehead pressing into the wall as he bullied his cock into you deeper and deeper. Your toes curled as your last orgasm peaked, letting out a hoarse cry as your body shook from the heat that spread throughout you.

Your ears started ringing from the hazy pleasure that washed your body, vaguely aware of the man on the other side of the wall who was clutching your thighs and slamming his hips rabidly as he emptied himself inside you. Could hear his satisfied growl through the background noise, it sounded so far away and yet so near.

You came back to reality when you realized he was back in your side of the room, pulling your legs from the harness and wiping you down.

“There she is,” he grinned, “How’re ya feeling?”

“Go-good, no, fucking, fucking great,” you sigh tiredly.

“Heh, you look wiped out. You need to drink and eat. C’mon, I’m goin’ with ya.”

“You-you are?” you’re surprised as you pull your clothes on.

“Haah! Y’re takin’ me to dinner darling. I put a lotta work into rockin yer world, least ya could do is buy me a burger and beer! Learn my name or somethin’. Is’yer first time to this part of the world right? Y’ever hear about Sea-trowls?”

You hadn’t noticed before that his feet and hand had a hint of webbing between his digits, his feet themselves were shaped more like horse hooves. Despite the leather jacket he donned on, you could see the back of his neck seemed to glimmer, as if the skin on his back was less skin and more like scales.

“M’name’s Kid. What’s yers darling?”

11 tiles to go, 40 calls made so far.

#eustass kid #kinktober 2023 #raven's bingo board #raven's halloween party #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #swampstew stories #swampstew bedtime stories #eustass kid smut #eustass kid x reader #eustasscaptainkid #swampstew

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holylulusworld · 6 months

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Dreams of sharp teeth - Halloween

This story was written for @viking-raider's HALLOWEEN-KINKTOBER CHALLENGE. 🎃

This story was also written for @navybrat817 & @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖔𝖔 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙: 𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜’𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 - I used the following tropes:

An unwanted houseguest

Power outage

A string of unexplained deaths

Summary: People disappear in your sleepy town.

Work Name/Title: Dreams of sharp teeth

Author: Holylulusworld

Fandom: Henry Cavill (MI & Night hunter)

Ship: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Werewolf!August Walker

Square filled for @halloweenhorrorbingo: Square 3: Wouldn't even harm a fly.

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Halloween was always special to you. The costumes, carving pumpkins, and watching scary movies with your boyfriend.

Sadly, you are not allowed to leave your house tonight to watch the kids raid candy and have a few drinks with your friends.

A string of unexplained deaths keeps people in your sleepy little town awake. It’s not unusual for people to die or get killed in accidents. But these days, people disappear and never get found.

The few that got found were missing something important. Their hearts. That’s very unusual and concerning. Especially when the worst crime ever happening in your sleepy towns was when a few teenagers stole a car and crashed it.

Your boyfriend is somewhere across the country, and you are alone in the empty house, feeling a little under the weather as you caught a cold from one of the kids at the local library where you’re working at.

It feels like the hours passed by in a blink, and dusk falls soon after you dragged yourself out of bed. You yawn and try to get your legs to obey.

It’s a struggle but you manage to walk inside the kitchen to make some coffee.

You hate the dark liquid, but you are scared to fall asleep since the killings started - like everyone else in town. If only you can stay awake until dawn, the nightmares will go away.

The monotone noise the coffee brewer makes lures you into sleep again. Your eyes feel heavy, and you yawn once again. “I need to stay awake,” you remind yourself as you remember the dream you had last night.

Teeth - sharp and deadly haunt your dreams. And voices. Deep voice luring you in, calling for you in the darkness. They say your name and promise a life beyond your imagination.

Watching the coffee run into the cup you sigh. If only you could sleep for a few hours. It’s all you want and need. Your migraine is getting worse with every hour you force yourself to stay awake and you are so tired it’s painful.

“Just a few more hours,” you take a large sip of the bitter brew. “Hang on, Y/N. The curfew will be over soon. They will hunt the wolves killing the people in town down, and you can go back to your normal life.”

You chuckle as you realize that you tend to talk to yourself lately. With no one around, and no chance to leave the house, you are stuck here with too many thoughts running through your mind.

Maybe watching a movie will take your mind off the current situation in your town. You walk back inside your living room, searching for the remote control to switch the TV on. As you plop down onto the sofa, you groan as your bad knee cracks again.

“You’re getting old, Y/N,” you chuckle to yourself. “That’s payback for all the times you made fun of your mother for complaining about her age, and the little aches and pains that come with it.”

You take another sip of your coffee and switch to another channel. Horror movies are out of the question. The horror you experience in your dreams is enough.

Switching channels, you try to find anything else to watch but a horror movie. You sigh, as you end up watching a talk show.

Between sipping at the unwanted coffee and watching nonsense on TV you try not to fall asleep. Eyes trained on the tv you try to follow the conversation going on between the host and their guests. It’s boring but distracts you from the nightmare you had.

“It’s not that bad,” you lie to yourself while listening to the show. You are about to laugh about something the host said when the TV turns black. “NO!” All the lights go out, and you are sitting in darkness.

Not another power outage. That’s the last thing you need right now. Fear grips your heart hearing noise come from outside your house. You grab your phone and run toward the front door to double-check if you locked it.

It’s locked, and you feel a little safer. Next is the back door, and all the windows. You almost run upstairs to check on your bedroom window, only to find it closed too.

“Y/N, you need to calm down,” you tell yourself once again. It’s hard to remain calm while people in town disappear, and die, though. “Relax. This is only another power outage. Nothing will happen to you.”

It doesn’t matter that your doors are locked. You walk back inside the kitchen and get the biggest knife you own. Your boyfriend will call you paranoid or crazy when he comes back, but you don’t care.

Better safe than sorry.

You walk back upstairs when someone knocks at your door. It’s in the dead of the night, and you don’t want to open the door.

But what if one of your neighbors is in trouble?

Maybe Mrs. Sinclair, a widow who can barely walk. Or Annie, from three houses down, a nurse with a heart of gold. You cannot ignore them, not if someone is in trouble.

Turning back around, the knife still in your hands you silently walk down the stairs. You’re a good neighbor, but you don’t want whoever is standing in front of your door to know that you are at home.

You look through the peephole, frowning because you can’t see shit.

“Hi, miss. I’m Walter from across the street. Your new neighbor. I mean we moved to town some months ago, but I wasn’t around much lately.”

“Walter,” you whisper and try to remember the people who moved into the only vacant house in your neighborhood.

“Walter Marshall, miss. I was checking on the neighbors if anyone needs help,” he says. “I’m with the police.”

“I locked the doors, and my boyfriend is here with me,” you don’t know why you lie to Walter, but you do. “He checks the windows. We are good, really.”

He chuckles darkly, and you step away from the door. “Sweetie, we both know you are all alone. I can hear your heart racing and smell your fear.”

Smell your fear? How’s that even possible?

You only know one thing for sure - that you won’t open the door for him. No matter what. You step backward, almost knocking the small coffee table next to your couch over as he knocks again.

“Sweetie, open the door. It will make things so much easier for you and us.”

“Go away,” you shiver as he knocks again, louder this time. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I can’t,” he almost sounds sorry. “Y/N, you are not having a cold. Didn’t you ask yourself why so many people died after you got scratched by the kid in the library?”

You shake your head. How can he know about the incident and your cold?

“We know because we were there that day,” another voice says. You feel his hands on you, holding your trembling body in a tight grip. His strong arms wrap around your body. “Let us help you before you hurt more people. It’s not your fault. We should’ve been there to guide you through this.”

“August, go easy on her. She doesn’t know,” your eyes widen when the front door opens. You are sure you locked it and now your neighbor invades your home. “Hold her tight, we need to bring her to the basement before the moon rises again. She cannot control her powers yet.”

“What do you want? Let me go! Now,” you grow and snarl in Walter’s direction. You don’t know what’s wrong with you. “I’ll kill you.”

“I know you are confused,” August whispers in your ear. “But you need to listen to us. The kid that bit you wasn’t a normal child. It was our cousin’s boy and a werewolf. He cannot control his instinct.”

“He’s a good boy. Usually, he wouldn't even harm a fly. But the full moon was close, and you tried to take the book out of his hands. We are sorry, but you are one of us now,” Walter steps closer to cup your face. “You need to come with us before you hurt more people.”

“So far, we were able to cover your attacks. If you run around town and attack more people, they will find out about our secret, and we cannot let this happen.”

“I don’t…understand. I was at the library and then I…” you frown. “I lost track of time. My boyfriend…I need to call him. I…”

“Sweetie,” Walter tries to calm you. Your eyes glow, and you snap your teeth in his direction. “This is going to be hard to stomach but...”

August holds you a little tighter before he says, “He was your first victim…”

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This is the end of this year's kinktober.

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