apo_mekhanes fic

apo_mekhanes on ao3, writes for marvel's thunderbolts, lotr/rop, poker face, dceu, farscape, and more.

[alifelongpassed]

A requested artwork for @apomekhanes

[apomekhanes]

loving this so very much, thank you for fulfilling the vision so well ❤️

this scene is from chapter 4 of crushed by the wheel and reshaped by the gear [changed by love], my elrond/adar fic :)

[abnerkrill]

mini heatwave update: I was able to buy a mobile air conditioner for my bedroom thanks to your donations; i think this will serve me better in the long run instead of a hotel weekend, since i can keep using it in future heatwaves, and then i won't have to worry about allergy-friendly food all weekend.

(there are still like 3 donations i don't know who to thank for because of the real names on paypal--pls don't be shy about asking me if i received it! Ilysm!)

[abnerkrill]

update on the update

So I bought what I thought was a AC unit, but is in fact one of those swamp coolers that relies on ice or water to blow cool air. (Can I blame my slip in judgment/failure to research on the 32 degree heat indoors?) I have just been informed by tumblr dot com that these do fuck-all and actively make the humidity and heat worse!

so I am still fundraising for a real AC unit. I'm currently at 150/300 euro. help if you can :)

[abnerkrill]

160/300 and thank u to my besties who have donated <3

[abnerkrill]

hi friends: it's going to be 40 C/104 F in my city for the next few days; I live in an attic apartment that is already over 30 C in the day and barely cools to 28-29 at night. No AC, and I'm extremely heat-sensitive thanks to my many medications.

If you'd like to contribute to my survival, I'm looking at air conditioned hotels till Monday. paypal

[apomekhanes]

my dearest followers & readers, if you DM me proof of donation, I will literally write you anything you want: a continuation of an old fanfic, a oneshot of your faves, anything (probably within 6-7k words tho lol) <3

[abnerkrill]

self-promo commission time -- help me save for a writing workshop!

I make pitch decks, posters, and book covers for a living. if you'd like to commission me, please DM here! All my designs are made with love and never ever genAI <3

What is a pitch deck? -> a presentation designed to sell your story. frequently used to pitch series/films to studios in Hollywood (I have created decks pitched at apple, netflix, disney and more!)

It is a fun way to collect your visual inspiration (kind of like a fancier, laid out Pinterest board!) and to share your idea with your friends and/or followers. i also find them an incredibly valuable way to develop your idea fully via both text and image.

In the Hollywood world, these are in-house documents shared with agents and executives, almost never made available to the public, that frequently use actors and screenshots from already-existing films to give an idea of the "look" of the project. And hey... if you are actually planning on pitching your story to Hollywood, I can help you get started.

Check out some samples below to get an idea of what my decks look like:

My design portfolio on Dropbox

A sci-fi meets Greek mythology pitch deck, "Age of the Aliens"

Sample pitch deck for "A Discovery of Witches" (Sky TV)

Thank you for reading & sharing!

[abnerkrill]

gay slut jack abbot: the hypnosis fic

tw extreme dubcon, noncon, mind control/hypnosis kink. tags: jack abbot x sadistic (transmasc) reader, jack abbot x reader, gay bottom & submissive jack, faggotification, sluttification, extensive homosexuality. includes explicit rabbot, jack x langdon x whitaker, and jack x male OCs. features cumslut, anal, oral, face slapping, spitting, work boners, toys, and more. brief watersports, lots of group sex, lots of degradation.

endgame romantic rabbot because, well, i am #thatguy.

and because i need more gay slut jack abbot in the world.

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mind controlling & hypnotizing jack abbot to help uncover his repressed homosexual tendencies (aka to make him gay[er])

starting him off easy, the shine of the hypnotism reflected silver-white in his eyes. think about your body, what it feels like, what it wants—really truly wants, not what society made you think you wanted... dream about touching yourself. normalize touching yourself. doesn't it feel good, jack? it feels good to be touched, doesn't it? skin to skin, mouth to mouth, hot and wet and satisfying. you make him feel it, crave it, grow into it.

and watch him grow more accustomed to his own body. going from jerky quick movements designed for ruthless efficiency in a hospital and army medic setting to a new, undeniable grace and ease, a comfort in his own skin. isn't it nice to be so present in your own bones and muscle and sinew and skin? doesn't it feel good to be a man, a strong man, a man with muscle and sweat and an ache in your bones from all the hard work? feel it. feel it. dream it. need it. you are a man with a body, and desires, and needs. feel it all.

up his sex drive, ramp it up bit by bit, silver shine glowing in his bright eyes. he'll watch straight porn, at first, to try to get off, and then he'll watch guys jacking off. so what? it's just porn. never mind that he likes looking. just get him so so horny he needs something extreme and taboo to get off to. like looking at orgies and gangbangs and fivesomes with multiple cocks and so much skin. and choking. what is it about the choking... the thick cock down a throat. and he comes so hard he sees stars.

(he may go to work like everything's normal, but something is changing inside him, something he cannot take back.)

give him dreams next, dreams that shake and quietly disturb him, disarm him. dreams that involve other bodies, other arms, other hands—other strong arms and hard planes of the body. hair and sweat. deep groans and moans. not coming from him, coming from elsewhere. bodies, slick skin. touch—and not gentle touch, either. defined, forceful touch. driving, demanding, domineering touch.

make him even hornier. up that sex drive, notch by notch, daily. till he's jacking off at work, a thing he swore he'd never do. till he masturbates three, four times a day, and again in the too-bright daytime, coming in his boxers while he sleeps and dreams, noticing the stain in the morning and realizing—oh, that was more than just a wet dream. he's horny out of his mind already, jacking off in the shower again just to clear his mind. you're just getting started.

ramp up the dreams, ramp up the sex drive, ramp up his semen production, his sensitivity. in his dreams—which he only half-remembers when he's awake—he's face down, getting plowed. in his dreams he feels submissive and sweet and small and obedient, and it makes him feel good and right. in his dreams it's just so beyond satisfying to have a hard body above him. in his dreams it feels natural to do this, like something he's always wanted but just forgot.

if at work he needs to cool off in the bathroom, clear his head, jack off again--biting his fist to keep from crying out at each touch to his sensitive cock, his sensitive balls--what does it matter? he's still a goddamn amazing doctor. but all these men around him keep throwing him off his game. he's noticing, anew, the people around him. noticing deep voices, heavy breathing, straining muscles, the smell of sweat. ripe sweat, stains in the armpits of so many other male doctors, nurses, patients. the smell of sweat starts to get... dizzyingly, disturbingly attractive, so much that he starts to turn away when he blushes.

and he's wondering, guiltily, what robby's packing beneath his scrubs. shen, his co-attending—langdon, whitaker, even mateo and jesse. all these men he's known for so long are handsome and strong and confident and yet it's like he's waking up from a dream: how did he not notice before, the thickness of their arms, the velvet of their voices? what's happening to him?

goddamn, he needs to get laid. so he goes out to a bar on his first free day in forever. picks up a girl. a pretty girl in a pretty dress. thin, with some curves, red lipstick, long hair, perfectly feminine.

and he can't come. not when she's sucking him off so pretty. not when he's fucking her, hard and deep. he gets soft. embarrassing. he's getting old. is that it? is he just too old?

but it's not that. it's not that. he's coming so much these days. 5-6 times a day. what the fuck is wrong with him? he says goodbye to her with apologies, and she laughs it off, but he feels bad. and then he comes later, to femboy porn, wondering--for a brief second--what anal feels like.

when he sleeps it's restless, tossing and turning; when he finally drifts off he gets the feeling he wanted back, because there it is: the feeling of being held and cared for and—safe. small. submissive. sweet. obedient. held by a bigger... person. a man. god. i want to get kissed by men--i want i want i want--i want to get filled--i want to get fucked--

when jack wakes he's ejaculated into his boxers again. it's sticky and hot and wet and--

give him a yearning to taste cum. the intoxicating smell. the salt. the stench, the masculinity... taste your own cum. you want it, you need it, you can't not do it...

tentatively he holds up his stained boxers to his face, sniffs once, cautiously, then deeper, hooked--intoxicated--going under. eyes darkening, hooded, cock swelling again--so soon--he sticks out his tongue and tastes his own cum. eyes roll back a little, moans drunkenly into the cotton. for the first time, and not the last, he tastes it. pretty soon he's lapping at it, stuffing the fabric into his mouth, groaning, fisting his cock with his free hand, wondering why this is so good, too good, he's going to come like a kid again, he loves his cum so much, he loves it and he needs it and he's so dumb and desperate--

afterwards he's ashamed; he washes up and puts on fresh clothes; he goes back to bed before his night shift starts. if he dreams, he doesn't remember it.

give him something to look at, something to remember. something to salivate over. robby having to strip off his scrubs because some patient got blood alllll over him and jack walking in just at the moment so he glimpses robby's soft dick held back only by his old, thin, almost see-through threadbare boxers. god, the man is packing. that's a monster cock, fat head visible through the scrap of fabric. jack is his friend and he says a quick "sorry, brother" but he can't get the idea of robby's cock out of his head anymore. it's burned into his mind. his mouth waters, against his will. what kind of friend is he? what kind of friend would look at his friend's cock and get hard about it?

when he jacks off in the bathroom at the pitt later that hour--he can't hold back anymore, he can't go on with a hard-on in his pants--he's thinking about getting his mouth on that absolute monster. shame and lust war within him. he wants that cock--really any cock that big--but he can't have robby's so--what is he to do?

make him even cock-hungrier than he is already, poor desperate thing. ramp up his sex drive; ramp up the wet dreams. ramp up his cock hunger. at this point jack gives up: he needs to try anal before he just screams into his pillow and spontaneously combusts. straight men do anal all the time, anyway.

and so he finds himself ordering a dildo and a plug and lube online. discreetly, privately. he hasn't ever needed one before because he didn't think he'd want to do... that to himself. he's only had relationships with women, nice heterosexual relationships that were perfect on paper, and hey, he's always been a generous lover... but now he's desperate. touching his cock isn't enough. he started with pushing a wet finger into his ass and he almost cried from how good it was but not enough, not thick enough, not long enough, not cock-like enough. so he gets a realistic dildo, thickly veined, skin-color, and a metal plug, and a lot of lube.

when it arrives--and oh god he cannot wait the five days it takes, he takes to shoving four fingers in his ass, coated with saliva and cum, and it's still not enough, not enough, not enough--he spends his entire off day opening up his hole. at first it's too much, the sensation--and then before he knows it, he's moaning like a whore and fucking back on the dildo, adhered by suction to his headboard. by the end his sheets are a mess of lube and sweat and cum and he's whining and whimpering and spent and overstimulated and the dildo fits his stretched hole so good. when the dildo slips out, he plugs himself with the new silver plug and falls asleep like that. sweaty, fulfilled, sated. but not for long, really, when he's gotten his first taste of getting fucked.

and when he goes to work he goes plugged, and jacks off in the bathroom, working the plug in and out of his hole as he touches his sore sensitive overspent cock. he's coming soo much more these days, seemingly endless ropes of hot white come into his hand, some dripping into the toilet. what a waste, he should get to eat it all, but he licks his hand clean like a good fag and tucks himself back into his pants. he needs to get a bigger butt plug soon. he's starting to barely feel this one. what a good faggot he's becoming.

finally, you know, jack is ready to be pushed out of his private little world, and into the real world. give him thoughts and dreams about getting fucked by multiple men, all night, till he's sore and used. he has to be a faggot in real life, now, not just privately. a good faggot gets fucked by real men, sucks the dicks of real men, drinks their cum and thanks them for it. a good faggot gets fucked whenever he can. a good faggot makes himself available for any cock that wants to use him.

so he goes to an anonymous, distant gay bar, where no one he knows would ever go, and this time he tries picking up a manly, taller man, and they go into the bathroom and jack kisses him and he's never felt anything this good. kissing a girl--dominating a girl--feels far-off and insignificant. he wants this man's strong body pressed against him, equal muscle, equal strength. he wants the satisfaction of getting pressed into the stall by muscle he can't win over. he wants the feeling of a hard, thick cock against his own, the frotting, grinding, hot, heavy feeling of getting fucked against. and when they both unzip--the other man spitting into his hand and jacking them both off at the same time--jack comes in record time, panting and swearing.

"good boy," the man says with a victorious sneer, and jack gets to his knees and sucks a cock for the first time. the taste is drugging, addicting. swear, ball smell, pubic hair tickling his nose. he takes it too deep, gags, tries again. he has practiced on his dildo but this is different; this is real; this is smell and taste and the feel of the man guiding his head, choking up. saliva bubbles from his mouth, drips down his chin. he wants to choke on cock all night. "good lil cocksucker," the man taunts, "good lil faggot. right there, yeah, choke on it." and he spits on his face, once, then again, and again.

jack gets hard again, viciously jerks himself off and spills on the dirty tiled bathroom floor while the man above him starts to fuck his throat. his throat isn't trained for this—not yet—but jack takes it choking and gagging and silently begging with his tear-filled eyes. the man comes down his throat and jack manages to swallow some of it, but not all. it drips, gurgling, down his chin and neck and shirt.

"cumslut," the man says derisively, and slaps his face, approvingly. jack gives him a satisfied grin. "do this again sometime?" he asks, voice hoarse. they exchange numbers. on the man's phone, he's entered as cumdump. the nickname sends an erotic thrill through him, one he's never felt before but wants to feel forever.

the final stage is nearing. you've freed him from his repression, his nerves, his anxiety about cock. you've ramped up his sex drive, his come production, his sensitivity, his taste and desire for getting filled up and treated like a good boy and a good cumslut. you've given him his glorious gay freedom; now it's time for the final push.

you're a cumslut, you're a whore, you're a faggot and a slut. you're gay and pretty and useless and faggy. all you want is to get fucked and filled. your ass craves a good railing. you're not complete without cock and you're not happy without cock.

when he fucks himself with his dildo, now, he's moaning, he's begging for cock, he's crying into his pillow and promising to be a good slut, a good whore, a good faggot. and he's starting to mean it. he's starting to need it.

he gets on grindr and all the other apps. he posts dick and hole, chest and toned abs, but never his face. the requests pour in. he sends more pictures and each time it makes him redder in the face and more aroused. goddamn, could it always have been like this? could he always have been so happy?

his first gangbang is a night to remember. three guys, who claim to be old friends, meet up with him and fuck him all night. he's still new to sucking cock, still new to getting fucked, but he wants it so bad, his eagerness makes up for inexperience. for five hours he's used and used again, they make him eat his own cum, they make him eat their cum, they fuck his face and his ass and spank him and slap his face and use his curls as handles. he cries and thanks them. they call him faggot and babygirl and cumslut and whore. they sharpie FUCK ME on his lower back with an arrow pointing to his asshole, and FREE TITJOB on his pecs. who knew his nipples were so sensitive? by the end of the night they're red and puffy and sore, and they take pictures so no one forgets that perfect night. they, too, save his number, with various lewd nicknames: call for a good fuck, cumslut, babygirl jack. and he... well, he thanks them, and he says they should come over again when he has another off day.

it doesn't end there, because really there's no end to the depravities you can awaken in jack abbot, who's always had these desires but buried them under masculinity and heterosexuality and war and trauma. now he's free, and you're free to mold him to his deepest darkest desires. in an anonymous bar he finds a burly man who wants to piss on him, and he welcomes the warm stream and the cum blast that follows. online he finds a group of college guys who want a fuckslut, so he becomes their fuckslut for a weekend, free use, cum everywhere, blacked out and happy by the end of it.

at work robby mentions that jack's in a good mood, and jack finds the homosexual audacity to wink at him and tell him yeah, he's feeling real good about himself. that gives robby pause, and slowly he asks what's up with him, and jack just shrugs and says, "my secret, brother." brother, as if it didn't turn them both the hell on to mimic that kind of relationship. brother, as if jack doesn't want to choke on his cock till he suffocates. but he can keep it professional.

well, mostly. whitaker he sees once at a gay bar, so he knows the guy's at least bisexual too. langdon he sees on grindr, so that's another obvious closeted man right there. if abbot ramps up the flirting with the two of them at work, so what? they must all want something.

and it turns into more than flirting when they see each other outside of work. it turns into a fling, where both whitaker and langdon are surprised—and then pleased—at jack's voracious appetites, the kinks he'll entertain—the way he'll offer himself up so wholly. whitaker and langdon take turns fucking him, and they dress him up in panties and a bra, and take pictures of their dear night shift attending painted with ropes of cum. and they kiss him on the mouth and call him a good slut. god, he loves being a good slut for his precious doctors.

after that it's just time until robby figures it out. sees the way langdon and whitaker look at, talk about jack. sees the way jack comes into work with hickies, kiss-bitten lips, clearly well-fucked. maybe nobody else notices, but robby knows him too well. corners him when their shifts overlap, and hisses to him, "i didn't think you'd bring that kind of thing into work." and jack says back, cocky, "you just wish it was you," and then robby goes from confused to mad to aroused so quick it should give him whiplash.

jack kisses him first, because he's wanted this for years, even a decade, and his inhibitions are gone, blasted away by months of hypnosis and cock hunger and desires being fully met. robby is so shocked he can do nothing but stand there stick-still for two whole seconds until the hunger overtakes him. long-denied, now denied no longer: he kisses jack back, and this is the first time robby's ever kissed a man but it won't be the last. he takes jack home the next night, and they make love, and jack laughs when he explains to robby who all he's been fucking ("yeah no kidding, i've been getting tested, i got fucked by 50 different men this month alone.") ("yes, i'm on prep, you idiot, i am a doctor you know.") robby appreciates jack's extensive sexual training because jack is really undeniable and singular and sexier than anyone has any right to be.

"just so you know," jack says conversationally, "i'm still going to be sleeping around, but i've decided to keep you."

and robby's eyes sparkle. "you just gotta let me watch," robby warns, and jack winks at him.

of course he will. after all, he is a slut.

anyway, after that, your work is mostly done; jack fucks you as if you were a stranger without any idea you've been shaping him into a perfect slut for the world (and himself) to enjoy; and if sometimes you insert yourself into his dreams, or give him an erection at inopportune moments, or bestow upon him a new kink (lingerie and feminization; puppy play, piss, feet) what can you say? he's your perfect little toy and really he's so much happier like this. he was always meant to be a slutty faggot, all he needed was this little push.

that silver sparkle sheen in his eyes never quite goes away, not when he's this happy and sexy and liberated. and he never learns better, and he never stops wanting cock and cum, and in the end the world is a better place because you turned jack abbot into the slutty gay he was always meant to be.

fin

[abnerkrill]

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[abnerkrill]

My Fandom Trumps Hate offerings <3

Welcome to FTH 2026!! I'm very excited for this year and also thrilled that two of my very small fandoms (Black Doves and I Was A Teenage Exocolonist) made it.

I am offering 3 written fanworks this year:

Link 1: Any fandom I've created for before; Leverage; Tolkien: The Hobbit (book), The Hobbit (movies), Lord of the Rings (books), Lord of the Rings (movies), Rings of Power

Link 2: Baldur's Gate 3; Heated Rivalry; DC: Batman, Birds of Prey, Peacemaker, Suicide Squad, Superman, Wonder Woman, Young Justice

Link 3: I Was a Teenage Exocolonist; Black Doves; Dune

You can view my AO3 page here. I am happy writing up to an E rating and exploring trans/genderfluid/nonbinary characters, nonwhite characters, poly relationships, and much more! I specialize in strong character studies and character exploration smut.

[apomekhanes]

any q's about how FTH works or if I'll write something you have on your mind--feel free to message!!

[abnerkrill]

My Fandom Trumps Hate offerings <3

Welcome to FTH 2026!! I'm very excited for this year and also thrilled that two of my very small fandoms (Black Doves and I Was A Teenage Exocolonist) made it.

I am offering 3 written fanworks this year:

Link 1: Any fandom I've created for before; Leverage; Tolkien: The Hobbit (book), The Hobbit (movies), Lord of the Rings (books), Lord of the Rings (movies), Rings of Power

Link 2: Baldur's Gate 3; Heated Rivalry; DC: Batman, Birds of Prey, Peacemaker, Suicide Squad, Superman, Wonder Woman, Young Justice

Link 3: I Was a Teenage Exocolonist; Black Doves; Dune

You can view my AO3 page here. I am happy writing up to an E rating and exploring trans/genderfluid/nonbinary characters, nonwhite characters, poly relationships, and much more! I specialize in strong character studies and character exploration smut.

[abnerkrill]

fandom trumps hate: SUICIDE SQUAD offerings

Suicide Squad has 9 creators for FTH this year. I'm listing them below for your viewing pleasure (and yes, I am one of them!!)

p.hooliganbabadook (discord) - view Fandom Trumps Hate page Here

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork Subtype(s): Fan fiction (new), Fan fiction (remix of an existing fic), Fan poetry, Meta/analysis, Other written fanwork Fandom(s): DC: Any; Original Work; Marvel: Any Highest rating: E Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: All ages Length/scope: More than 50k words Specialty tags: Aro/ace characters, Canonically trans or nonbinary chars, F/F ships, Nonwhite characters' racial or cultural experiences, Poly ships, Rarepairs

@chekovssomethingorother - view Fandom Trumps Hate page here

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork Subtype(s): Fan fiction (new) Fandom(s): DC: Any; Star Wars: Any; Any fandom I've created for before Highest rating: M Minimum Bid: $10 Audience: All ages Length/scope: 5 -10k words Specialty tags: Aro/ace characters, Canonically trans or nonbinary chars, F/F ships, Gen (no ship) or platonic works, Poly ships, Trans or nonbinary interpretations of canon characters

Characters/pairings of interest: For DC I'm most interested in Batman and Co. especially Jason Todd. I'll write for anyone in DC but that's where you'll likely get the most insightful writing from me.

@chaisicle-podfics - view Fandom Trumps Hate page here

Type of fanwork: Podfic Fandom(s): Any fandom I've created for before; Star Wars: Original Trilogy, Prequel Trilogy, The Acolyte, Ahsoka, Andor, Bad Batch, Book of Boba Fett, The Clone Wars, Knights of the Old Republic, Legends / Extended Universe, The Mandalorian, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rebels, Rogue One, Solo, Thrawn Ascendancy; DC: Any Highest rating: M Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: All ages Length/scope: 2.5k words per $5, up to 35k words Specialty tags: Aro/ace characters, Canonically trans or nonbinary chars, F/F ships, Gen (no ship) or platonic works, Poly ships, Trans or nonbinary interpretations of canon characters

@apomekhanes - view Fandom Trumps Hate page here

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork Subtype(s): Fan fiction (new) Fandom(s): Baldur's Gate 3; Heated Rivalry; DC: Batman, Birds of Prey, Peacemaker, Suicide Squad, Superman, Wonder Woman, Young Justice Highest rating: E Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: 18+ only Length/scope: 5 -10k words Specialty tags: F/F ships, Nonwhite characters' racial or cultural experiences, Poly ships, Rarepairs, Reader insert, Trans or nonbinary interpretations of canon characters

@chezpillow - view Fandom Trumps Hate page here

Type of fanwork: Fan art Subtype(s): Drawing/painting/etc. Fandom(s): MXTX (works): The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System; DC: Any; Any fandom I've created for before Highest rating: T Minimum Bid: $15 Audience: 18+ only Size/scope: It does not depend on the bid. Specialty tags: F/F ships, Gen (no ship) or platonic works, Genderswap/genderbending, Rarepairs, Trans or nonbinary interpretations of canon characters

@dwarvishgeorge - view Fandom Trumps Hate page here

Type of fanwork: Fan art Subtype(s): Comic, Drawing/painting/etc. Fandom(s): DC: Any Highest rating: E Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: 18+ only Size/scope: $5 - Bust portrait of one character; $25; 1 drawing, Full body of 1-2 characters; $50 comic page +$15 for another page (i.e $65 = 2 Pages) Specialty tags: Poly ships, Trans or nonbinary interpretations of canon characters

dannis.comics on carrd, twitter - view Fandom Trumps Hate page here

Type of fanwork: Fan art Subtype(s): Comic, Cover art, Drawing/painting/etc. Fandom(s): DC: Batman, Birds of Prey, DC Beast World, DC Comics, Justice League, Justice League International, Shazam, Suicide Squad, Supergirl, Superman, Teen Titans, Wayne Family Adventures, Wonder Woman, Young Justice; Marvel: Marvel Comics, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse, The Runaways, Venom, X-Men, silk, ultimate universe, marvel rivals; K-Pop: &TEAM, BOYNEXTDOOR, Dreamcatcher, P1Harmony, SEVENTEEN, Stray Kids, QWER, Highest rating: M Minimum Bid: $50 Audience: All ages Size/scope: Illustration or 4 page comic is guaranteed at the minimum bid! Each $10 bid adds an additional page to the comic up to a max of 32 pages (standard US comic :D) Specialty tags (what is this?): Aro/ace characters, F/F ships, Gen (no ship) or platonic works, Nonwhite characters' racial or cultural experiences, Trans or nonbinary interpretations of canon characters

@too-many-blorbos - view Fandom Trumps Hate page here

Type of fanwork: Fan art Subtype(s): Cover art, Drawing/painting/etc. Fandom(s): DC: Any; Dungeons & Dragons (TTRPG); Fullmetal Alchemist Highest rating: T Minimum Bid: $10 Audience: All ages Size/scope: Full color lineart up to 1200x1200px Specialty tags (what is this?): Gen (no ship) or platonic works, Unhappy endings

bluejai (discord), instagram - view Fandom Trumps Hate page here

Type of fanwork: Fan art Subtype(s): Drawing/painting/etc. Fandom(s): Trigun; Final Fantasy: VII, XV; DC: Any Highest rating: E Minimum Bid: $15 Audience: All ages Size/scope: $15 - $25 bust sketch, $30 - $55 full body sketch, $60-$120 two character monochrome sketch OR single character color sketch, $125 - $200 two character painted sketch, $275+ up to 3 character sketch scene (simple color) OR single headshot highly detailed portrait render - each additional $100 ($375+) may add background, complexity or an additional character Specialty tags (what is this?): Poly ships, Trans or nonbinary interpretations of canon characters

[fandomtrumpshate]

FTH 2026 Signups Are Open!

Do you create fanart, fanfic, podfics, videos, or any other kind of digital fanwork? Do you have services you can offer your fellow creators such as betaing, typesetting, research, or sensitivity reading? Do you want to use any of this to raise money for progressive causes?

If so, welcome to the 10th annual Fandom Trumps Hate auction!

Some light reading before you go straight to the signup form - even if you've participated before, please check these out!

FTH FAQ

What to expect on the signup form

Which fandoms are on this year’s list (but of course you can write in any fandoms you like)

FTH 2026 Calendar

List of Supported Nonprofits

One change to note: If you would like to offer your fanwork in "Any fandom," the options have changed. We have summarized those changes here.

If you've read all that and are ready to proceed, the 2026 signup form is here!

The main auction is only for digital fanworks - do you create physical fan crafts that you'd like to raise money with? Check out our Fan Crafts Bazaar!

[apomekhanes]

heads up friends i'm offering for heated rivalry, tolkien, dc, leverage, baldur's gate 3, and "any fandom i've created for before" <3

[apomekhanes]

Humbly requesting a reader (fem or gender neutral) topping Alexei. NSFW please. Headcanons please. Thank you boo 😊

HOO BOY THIS ONE GOT ME GOING GOOD

bottom!alexei, fingering, pegging, gentle and kinky sex stuff ahead, fem!avenger!reader, no use of y/n. mentions of service top & service bottom alexei.

tw: some internalized fatphobia with alexei, reader is helping him with better body image (& body worship.)

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alexei moaned and cursed, clutching the sheets--designer, he'd splurged--and you sensed that they'd rip soon if the man didn't calm down soon. "lexei," you said softly, kneading his back, the generous folds around his muscles, "calm down for me, deep breaths. it's not going to go in if you're so tense."

his muffled groans subsided. "sorry, baby, i try harder."

you laughed a little--"baby, trying harder is what got you tight in the first place. let me help you relax."

this isn't the first time you've played around with ass stuff. no, alexei is a man who's loud and clear with his lovers about liking a little rimming and a finger up his ass. you've made him come lots of times blowing him with one finger rubbing his hole; you've stared at his twitching entrance so many times that one time he gave up, looking down at you, and finally said: "so when do we get the dildo and harness out for you?"

so here you are, now, a quiet night in alexei's avengers room, while everyone else is busy and no one will bother you. this is the dream, really, lit candles and a romantic evening followed by alexei's huge gorgeous body face down ass up for you. you're wearing the harness and dildo—medium-sized for a beginner, vivid pink—but alexei is tense as fuck.

"can't help that you're so sexy," alexei confesses, lifting his ass up to you. here he's hairy, starting to sweat a bit, balls full and twitching ever so often. he's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. you want to fuck him into the mattress but you can't seem to get him to stop clenching--too tight for more than one finger, and you don't wanna hurt him.

so you kiss his back, and rub his sore muscles--he's always complaining about soreness, and you indulge him often--and tell him in a low calming voice that he's so handsome and good for you, so gorgeous and sexy and you've always wanted to see him like this, trusting you. and you love him and you want to make him feel good. you play with his hard cock, too, which doesn't help much with the general tension in his body but does make him stop thinking so much about his asshole.

with enough lube you slip a second finger in, gently, and he makes an affirmative noise as you slowly, slowly enter him. this is a slow game, you know, and to make it good for him you are going to treat him like the most precious, most beautiful thing in the world. because he is, he goddamn is, and he's never been appreciated like he should be.

the lube is dripping on the towel--god, you're never going to be able to save the sheets, it's just too wet and he ejaculates far too much for you to keep it clean--but right now you don't care. you finger him slowly and steadily while kissing his lower back, the dip before his round ass, repeating to him how much you love him and how good he's doing. slowly his breaths even out, though he's still hard as a rock beneath you. he likes this a lot, he likes the feeling, but two fingers of yours is as much as one of his own and that's the most he's ever felt. time for three, which promises to be a new sensation.

you shortened your nails for this, which he appreciated; you wanted to open him up on your own fingers, not using other toys or god forbid making him do it himself. you want him to be free and lovely tonight, without any responsibilities but to sit back and be good and feel all the pleasure you can give him. he is so often your soft service top, fucking you into the mattress multiple times a day and paying special attention to your pleasure as he gets you off again and again, zeroing in on your sweet spots. you like flipping the dynamic, sometimes, because really alexei has so much obedience and submission built into him, never before fully taken advantage of--and now is one of those. you have already trained him, in how to finger you and fuck you and eat you out. this is more of the same, really. another way to make him perfectly yours.

three fingers and you have to pause at the first knuckle and then the second; he's adjusting rapidly, but you still listen for every hitch in his breath, every sign that it's turning into pleasure or discomfort. by the time you add more lube for a wetter slide he's really into it, thrusting minutely into the bed and starting to whine again. "really good," he gasps out to you, "i like it a lot," and you just smile and kiss him again, adding a bite to his generous, fat ass to punctuate it. you love his body: the way he moves, the way he lifts you, the way he envelopes you when he fucks you. the way he will instantly kneel for you or bend over for you, if you order him to. how good he is, how lovely.

but he hasn't felt lovely in a long time. "got fat," he remarks to you constantly. "never fit right after prison, that old uniform." and with a brittle laugh: "i'm not the same red guardian as i was fifty years ago. too much takeout." there are times he hates himself; there are times he ignores it all, but with you he is beautiful, and knows he is beautiful. with you he is all you want, and he's started to believe that even now he could be good, he could be exactly what you want.

and how could he not? he's so strong, he's so powerful, he loves you and protects you, he's always used his strength to help others and shield you from harm. you know so many men who use their strength to bully and intimidate: alexei is always the one to de-escalate situations, calm people down with a joke, self-deprecate in order for others to feel at ease. always, he is the one whose shoulder you can reliably cry on, who will bring you gifts and make your comfort food when you're sad. long before you were dating--when you were just the new girl, yelena's gym buddy and ava's surprise bestie with a similar experimented-on-in-a-lab background leading to surprise superpowers, hence your inclusion in the new avengers--even then alexei was so, so kind. long before he could've dreamed of getting anything out if it, he showed that kindness in a million ways to all of you.

now you're in love, and the whole tower makes fun of you; this retreat of yours is one of many they'll laugh and joke about for days ("did you break another bed?" being one of the constant refrains. yes, you did break the bed once. once!) and now you have alexei in front of you, legs spread for you to settle between them comfortably, three fingers leisurely fucking in and out of him, in and out, and the most beautiful, strongest, gentlest man in the world swearing up a storm and starting to wriggle as the pleasure mounts.

"good, alexei, you're doing good. tell me how it feels?" you ask, massaging his back as you fuck your fingers in and out of him, keeping a steady, firm place.

"feels really good," he mumbles, "feels like i'm getting fucked."

you laugh at that. "not yet, baby. soon. you want another finger?"

"yes," he says, quickly and almost desperately, "i want."

you indulge him with your lubed-up pinkie finger, aligned so it slides in next to the other three. it's a tiny stretch, but he's ready; soon all four fingers are sliding in and out nicely, and he's breathing heavily, but still steady, rolling his hips up to meet you, engaged with you, exhalations coming quicker and faster.

"i think you're almost ready for me," you say softly. "what do you think, baby? do you want me to fuck you?"

"fuck me," he says--it's almost plaintive, whining--"i've been ready for five minutes, please, i need it."

oh, he's so cute when he's worked up. you grin, even though he'll never see the expression on your face, and kiss leisurely down to his asshole, where you let some spit dribble onto your thrusting fingers. even wetter, a warm slide. "you're lovely, baby," you tell him. "you're gonna look so good on my dick."

he does moan at that. "then put it in me already," he says. ha, he could be a brat if he wanted, but he's too instinctually obedient to you. you like it that way; he's 6'4" of muscle and you're not really up to tackling him down anytime soon.

you slowly remove his fingers while he groans needily; next step is getting the dildo ready for him; you squeeze generous amounts of lube onto it, watching his pink hole flutter and contract, wanting more already. "good," you croon, starting to press against him. "you want it pretty bad, huh? you wanna be filled up?"

"yessss," he says, hissing at the slight intrusion. "i want it. i can take it."

you chuckle, squeezing his ass. "gentle. it's a bit bigger than me. tell me if i should pause or pull back a little, okay? i'm gonna take my time with you."

and you do, checking in with every millimeter moving inside him, squeezing on more lube and spitting onto the dildo every so often; but he's wet inside and outside, dripping onto the towel, white-knuckling the sheets again as you get about halfway in. god, what a sight. you're kneeling above him and halfway inside him and he's a wreck underneath you, starting to fall apart and you haven't even started properly thrusting.

"so good for me," you say, pushing in a little more.

his hand grabs you there; you pause as he adjusts, and half a minute later he's nodding, squeezing your hand. "okay now, you can move," he gasps out.

you move further in; then suddenly his rocking hips, gentle till now, shove back and bottom out. you both gasp--yours from surprise, his from pleasure--and he groans deeply and continually, grinding back on you, dick pulsing and dripping pre-cum. oh, he likes this, he likes this a lot.

"i'm gonna fuck you now," you tell him, and he can only moan in reply and meet you thrust for thrust. why haven't you been doing this every day? well, obviously, there's the fact that he can fuck you with little to no prep; but this is perfect, he's perfect, and he so rarely has the attention lavished on him that he should. oh, you're gonna do this a lot. you're gonna fuck him into the mattress every fucking day if he wants it.

maybe you'll have to go to the gym more, you know, for stamina. but god. god. he's panting, moans half-muffled in the pillow; he's flushed, from his cheeks down his back and thighs, grinding his big, perfect ass against your harness, getting lube and pre-cum all over both of you. his dick is huge and streaming pre. you feel yourself get wet at the sight. you've hardly thought about your pleasure when the man in front of you is so perfect it's like you're reading his pleasure telepathically, but now you feel empty, like you want to get fucked and fuck him at the same time. there are probably newfangled sex toys for that, right? well, two avengers will have to afford them, for good reasons.

you fuck him quick and staccato and he pushes back on you; then he's rising up, getting to all fours and arching his back. "like this," he pants, and you get up on your knees to grab his hips and fuck him more. he's perfect and loud and at this angle more of the dildo-harness construct presses against your clit; you're not gonna come like this but it is a pleasurable sensation. he's getting loud, bucking his hips wildly back on you, moaning and groaning things in russian you don't understand but sound filthy as hell--

--and all of a sudden without warning--he gives a wild cry and spurts all over both of you. long, continuous streams of cum and he's panting and clenching around the dildo, holding you firmly in place. he's shaking, his limbs are trembling, and all you can do is hold yourself in place, gasping and encouraging him with your hands rubbing over him, as he cums and cums.

"oh my god," you say when it seems to be done," did you just--come untouched? from me fucking you?"

he's collapsing into the bed now, taking you with him, and he chuckles and says, "yes, i think that is what happened. come out of me--slowly, please?"

slowly you pull out of him, marveling at the amount of lube and spit and come on the bed. most of it has been caught by the towel, but his come spurted way too far up the bed to have had a hope of staying towel-adjacent. yeah, those pillows can be changed.

"you're fucking hot," you tell him, still panting from the exertion of fucking him while he's coming down from his orgasm, smiling loopily at you and running his hand through the puddle of come on his lower belly. "that was amazing. how do you feel?"

"amazing," he says, lazily touching his dick, grinning at you like an idiot. "i didn't know it would feel... like that." here he gets serious--grin dropping to a somber look. "i have you to thank for opening me up to this world, malyshka. how to even describe how you make me feel? you changed my life."

you smile down on him, feeling like both of you are glowing from the inside out. "god, alexei, you have no idea," you tell him. "i love you. let's do that again."

"tonight?" he quips with a grin.

"only if you're riding me," you shoot back, and get a wink in return. well--good thing you have several changes of sheets ready to go. it looks like you might need them.

FIN

[abnerkrill]

nsfw submissive bucky barnes headcanons // gn reader

i got really pissed off by that post

he likes getting his head scratched but he's VERY protective of his beautiful hair, don't pull it or he'll get fr mad

he'll curl up on your lap like a cat while you stroke his shoulder or head, and practically purr

he can fall asleep like that because he feels safe with you

he likes going down on you for hourssss even if you're sleepy or actually fall asleep during it--he likes the total sensory focus, your taste, the ache in his jaw

he likes getting bitten even though the marks fade quickly; he wants to be yours, wants your makes to break through the serum's effects

he feels bashful about you lavishing attention on him--makes him squirm, embarrassed--so you basically just have to tie him up if you don't want him wriggling away from you. your cuffs are designed for super-soldiers otherwise he'd accidentally snap them. sometimes you wear the key on a chain around your neck :)

similarly he likes being collared because the feeling around his neck grounds him, reminds him he's yours and he's okay

likes sitting at your feet as you're on the couch or at your desk

likes kissing your feet, up your legs, even if he's not allowed to get you off yet

likes to get tied up with a vibrating ring attached to his cock and ignored/tortured for half a day. as long as you come back to him and coax him into orgasm and give him sweet sweet aftercare

loves getting his hair washed by you!!!! the feeling of your nails softly scratching his scalp is his absolute favorite

likes being on the bottom, whether he's penetrating you or getting penetrated, he doesn't like being on top as much.

likes getting spanked, both for fun and as punishment. likes your paddle on his ass a lot.

likes being your good boy <3

[apomekhanes]

Hello beautiful!

Can I request Alexei x reader where reader overhears Alexei masturbating??

Thanks bye

NSFW, gender neutral reader, service top Alexei. masturbation and some heavy petting and grinding ahead!! cw: mentions of grief, depression, and alcohol addiction/Thunderbolts-typical mental health talk.

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So picture this. You're the Avengers' newest intern, working social media and PR while they go about their superheroics in the city and beyond. You're... not really intern material, but with the economy how it is, government employment and benefits seemed like a safe place in the interim.

So here you are, with your hurriedly-purchased work wear wardrobe, plus the one thing that could never leave your hands: the newest iPhone assigned to you by your government handler to document the Avengers for TikTok, Instagram, and (ugh) X.com. (That was Valentina's call, to keep the team account.) And all of this hopefully to inspire more youth engagement with the Avengers. And higher approval ratings. Valentina was all about the approval ratings.

It's been five months since your gig started, and truth be told, you've had worse jobs. The hours are unusual and the pay is only marginally above minimum wage, but the team is friendly enough, and even though most of them really need to brush up on their media training, it's not hard to make their socials fun and entertaining. They're entertaining, the banter, the sibling vibes, the jokes that pile up. They've had several audios go viral on TikTok already. Yelena is everyone's favorite ace rep. And every post of any Avenger with a cute animal instantly racks up the views, so Cucumber the guinea pig and Fanny the dog make frequent appearances.

If you had to imagine where life would take you, it certainly wouldn't be lounging in Avengers tower, drinking a LaCroix from the shared fridge (they insisted you treat it like your own, even though you're a newbie and far from an Avenger,) scrolling Instagram reels tagged #Avengers and wondering idly if you could get the team to do a choreographed dance.

The next reel irked you, though. It was tagged #Avengers but also #AvengersConspiracy #RedGuardian #Communism #WatchOut #AmericaFirst and—oh, God—#DeportRedGuardian. What the hell? There were so many crazies out there, you almost wanted to make a wry joke about Alexei Shostakov being an entirely legal immigrant with a job who saved lives on the regular, but resisted the urge to give the video more engagement.

The video wasn't anything special. Plenty of red-hat tin-hat weirdos thought the idea of a Russian superhero on the official Avengers team—two Russian superheroes, or possibly three if you counted the former Winter Soldier—was preposterous, akin to welcoming Russian communism onto American soil and besmirching the idea of patriotism. Also, they were just plain bigoted against Yelena being queer and Alexei supporting his daughter, and folded all their bigotries into decrying Red Guardian as a Russian agent sent to destabilize America. As if Russia wanted anything to do with him anymore! They'd thrown him into jail to die, and now they saw him as a nuisance.

Still, there was an idea gaining traction in certain Internet corners that Alexei was here illegally and could get deported if enough outcry from everyday Americans was raised about it. And that made you mad as hell. You knew the guy—and liked him a lot, with his easy smile and endless tales of his glory days, his boisterous laughter and corny jokes—and knew he had nowhere else to go in the world. His world was here, as Red Guardian the Avenger, with his daughter. They'd ironed out their differences and worked so well as a team that some people thought they could read each other's minds.

So the conspiracy theories and calls for deportation bothered you more than you let on. Of course, he was entirely in the clear from a legal standpoint, but that didn't mean he wasn't in danger of becoming politicized, another target of culture war bullshit that could literally cost the Avengers the ability to do their job and save lives. Alexei was invaluable to the team; he had decades of experience, pragmatic strategic abilities, and he held the team together with his goofy-ass humor.

Without him, you were sure the bickering and infighting would be much, much worse. Frequently he'd be the one to comfort Yelena after a rough night or a close call with relapsing; he'd be the one to remember holidays and birthdays, decorate the tower with cheap shit for Halloween and Christmas, and generally improve morale at every turn. He had his rougher days too—on the anniversary of Natasha Romanov's death he took the day off to memorialize her with Yelena, and he was moody that whole week—but he shouldered his burdens with the same stubborn strength he brought to the team. Being Red Guardian, a true Avenger alongside Yelena and the others, gave him purpose. You'd hate to see what happened to him if he was ejected from the group.

So, yes, you cared about the team. They were your friends. They included you and Mel Gold, your closest coworker, in the team Secret Santa. (You got an Avengers branded mug from John that changed colors with heat, and gave some nice wool socks to Bob, who always walks around in ratty old socks with holes despite his Avengers paycheck.) They invited you to movie nights (you occasionally documented them for socials, but often just let yourself be off the clock and enjoying time with them.) And once, memorably, you had a pizza night to celebrate the success of their latest mission, which ended in karaoke in the living room and several very drunk Avengers. It was... nice. It was kind of like finding a home you never expected to find, even if it was mostly work-related.

And if you're nursing a roaring crush on the Red Guardian himself, you don't make a big deal out of it. Yelena's protective of her dad, the guy doesn't seem to date, and you don't exactly know the situation with Melina Vostokoff, who to your knowledge was still in Russia. He's a good deal older than you—with his super-soldier healing, you have no idea exactly how much older—and you're pretty sure he wouldn't be interested. He's an incredibly famous, incredibly powerful superhero; you're an intern.

But he's so gorgeous. So tall, so strong, great beard—and so incredibly kind to you: the twinkle in his eye when he opens a door for you, the soft Russian to Yelena when they think no one else is listening. (Not like you can understand.) The practical jokes he plays on John and Bucky. The way he wants to keep everyone happy, and self-deprecates to no end to make sure he's the butt of the joke before anyone else.

It's attractive, and it's distracting, so you swore to yourself you would get this crush under control. It's a little hard when you're always around him though. He sees you struggling to open a jar from the fridge, he takes it from you and opens it with one twist of the wrist. You complain about missing deep dish pizza while he's in earshot, that dinner there's a mysterious delivery from a specialty pizza place.

You shrug it off as something he does for everyone, which is more or less true, but a part of you wishes he returned your growing feelings, even entertaining the possibility when he winks at you across the room after cracking an off-color joke to camera. Eh, if anything, that'll win him more fans. Who doesn't love a dirty joke from a hot guy?

And if it was kind of a turn-on to hear it from his lips and get a playful wink directed at you... well, you pride yourself on not reacting. You're a professional, goddamnit.

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You hear the heavy breathing first, and thinking someone's hurt or in trouble, take the stairs two at a time to the penthouse. You thought you were alone in the tower—at least, you thought Yelena had said something about everyone heading out for a meeting with Captain America aka Sam Wilson—but maybe someone didn't go, or came back early, or there's an intruder. If there's an intruder, you're toast, which doesn't cross your mind until you're already upstairs.

Instead you see no one, nothing out of place, and silence where you swore you heard a man panting and grunting. Maybe you're hearing things. Maybe you need a vacation.

The sound comes again. It takes all of two seconds to realize it's coming from a door left ajar to the adjacent, closed-off living space decked out with couches and a large-screen TV. The team has movie nights there, looking out over the city skyline. You thought no one really went up there unless they were watching TV. So what... what could be happening now?

You tiptoe over—hardly daring to breathe—and peek in through the inch of space left by the barely cracked-open door. Your mouth falls wide open like a comic book character. There's Alexei, turned away from you, lounging on the couch in a tank top and sweatpants, pants pulled down his hips to reveal his hardening cock and heavy balls. He's fisting the massive thing with his giant hand and getting harder as you watch. Oh my god, is all you can possibly think. You've never seen a cock that big out of porn and even then this is giving serious competition. That thing is a monster, and still getting bigger. Was it the super-soldier serum or was he always gargantuan?

It takes a couple seconds of full-on shock for you to realize you really shouldn't be seeing this (even though, oh god, you really want to keep watching, he is so goddamn sexy.) You gasp and step back.

But his super-soldier hearing—damn him!—is just too good. He pauses in his movements, glancing over you way, and says mildly, "If you want to watch, keep watching, little one. Or you could come closer." His lips curl into a shit-eating grin. "You like me, no? Always blushing, little one—you should do a better job at hiding your feelings."

Shame and embarrassment grow deep with in you. That he knows—that you were so awful at hiding it—feels like the highest breach of professionalism and friendship you could possibly imagine.

But it's replaced in an instant, looking at his body, feeling the heat wash over you from his blatant grin and motherfucking massive dick. Throw shame out the window, you are going to take advantage of this moment as if today is the last day you're gonna be alive. (And if you decide to take that dick, maybe that's a worthy cause of death after all.)

You slide through the door, taking a gulp of air at your own boldness. God, to think that you'd ever see Alexei with his pants pulled down, tugging on his cock like this, heat in his darkening eyes. It's the stuff of your wildest fantasies, him getting naked in front of you and just telling you what to do. Making you do it.

"Come, sweet one," he says, gesturing you over. "I don't bite. Unless you ask nicely." The return of that shit-eating grin. God, you might very well not survive this, all his attention focused on you like a fucking laser beam. Is this another one of his superpowers, you think stupidly, striking you dumb when faced with the prospect of seeing him like this? Whatever it is, it's the most powerful drug you've ever felt, brazen heat coursing through you and propelling you forward to the couch where he's sat.

He hasn't paused stroking his cock, now hard and red and leaking a fat droplet of pre-cum. "Was thinking of you," he says conversationally, but there's a dark glint in his eyes, lust written all over his face as he scans your body. "Such a sweet thing, working so hard for us. Teaching us how to talk to camera. And always blushing when I make dirty jokes. You think you're very professional, and you are, but I know you look at me when you think I don't see. Like what you see, huh?" And he swipes his thumb through the pre-cum and resumes stroking his cock, up and down, absolutely hypnotic.

You tear your gaze from his hand working his dick back to his face. It's obliterating, how handsome you find him, and that almost predatory gleam on someone you've only ever known as the perfect gentleman. Makes heat rush straight through you, makes your knees wobble. "I do like you," you say, summoning all your bravery, "and it seems I'm not the only one who's... compromised."

"Compromised," he repeats after you, and sits forward slightly. "Such a business word. I like you a lot. Shall we find out just how much?" On a particularly wicked twist of his wrist, he grunts and more pre-cum leaks out of his cockslit. Your mouth waters. Dear god, you want to get on your knees.

"Come," he says, and pats his meaty thigh. As if in a trance you move forward and settle on him, and his mighty arms come to wrap around you, holding you close. His breath on your cheek, minty and warm.

"All right, little one," he says softly, "you're in charge now. You tell me what you'd like, what you dreamed of. I give to you—anything at all." He shifts to press his dick into you. "Anything you want."

Your breath catches. "Kiss me," you murmur, glancing up into his blue eyes, darkened with greed. He smiles, a gentle loving thing, cradles the back of your neck with his massive hand, and pulls you in for a kiss.

Obliterating, that's the only thing you can think of to describe it. He's so big against you, soft and warm and overwhelming. His tongue so dominating as it delves into you, his wandering hands so big and soft, you could get lost in it—and you do. Groans and whimpers leave your throat and he encourages it, grabbing your ass with one hand and holding your waist with the other. You start to rock mindlessly into his hard cock, and you groan at the same time into each other's mouth, overtaken by the sensation. He's so hard and so eager, lifting his hips to yours, and you let it happen, let the sensations wash over you and fill you and lift you to the point where you think—oh, I think I'm going to come just from rutting. Just from this feeling. And five minutes ago I was thinking someone up here might be hurt or something. Thank god I checked it out.

He groans, a beautiful sound to your ear, and clutches you tight, and says, "I want—to come together, beautiful," biting and licking and sucking your ear. It's such an unexpectedly erotic sensation that you gasp out, fresh heat coursing through you and start coming against his leg. The undulations and the punched-out noises you make seem to drive him crazy. He whispers in Russian to you, bitten-back noises and heavy grunts as he fucks up into you, and through your layers of clothing you feel him spill and soak his sweatpants.

You glance down. Jesus Christ. That's a lot of come. That's a lot of come.

You must look as shocked as you feel, because Alexei chuckles and lifts your chin, kissing you again so sweetly you could cry. "So good," he murmurs, "so perfect. I know you will take me well, when you're ready. You want that, sweet thing? Want me to get you ready?"

The blush on your cheeks and the gasp that escapes your mouth must say it all. You're so far gone for this man, you think you'd let him do anything.

"I take good care of you," Alexei promises, kissing both your cheeks, your forehead, nose, and finally mouth. "My sweet little thing. I think I keep you forever, yes?"

You laugh, finally, breaking your shocked silence. "I would like that," you tell him, and kiss him back fervently. "I would like that a lot."

[apomekhanes]

Hellooo What are the rules for requesting? and what characters do u write for?

hello!! you can request any character and ship i've written before on my ao3, apo_mekhanes. but please do be aware i view tumblr requests more as optional prompts since i have about a bazillion WIPs i'm also working on at the moment, lol.

sfw/nsfw are both fine, but i don't write underage, dd/lg or other things i find personally squicky. i do love a good cnc or dubcon/sex pollen (hinthint.) if you're requesting an x reader story, please specify desired gender/pronouns/presentation/(if nsfw) genitals of reader because i don't like to default to cis female readers (i am genderfluid something something boygirl and i would love to write for more transmasc characters, hinthinthint.)

that said, requests are open for the foreseeable future because i love to procrastinate during the holiday season, so send 'em my way!!

[apomekhanes]

Hiiiii can I request Alexei x reader fic (or headcanons). Alexei as a sugar daddy please. Thank you :)

oh my god, yes!!!! here are my hot-off-the-press headcanons

(gender-neutral reader; content: mentions of sex, engagement, marriage)

he likes to spoil you—with money, with treats, with looooong steamy makeout sessions. once he figured out how to leverage rewards for you to take care of yourself and the responsibilities you find difficult to motivate yourself to do, this became practically a daily thing.

he's got money—he's an avenger!—and, well, you're a working class new yorker, so of course it turns into a sugar daddy kind of deal. not explicitly, at first, but... you're not gonna say no to expensive gifts from the man you love, especially when he's so pleased to be so fucking generous.

besides, he can't have HIS partner going around town in a beat-up bike and 6-year-old torn-up sneakers. red guardian's baby needs only the best, and he gets a lot of satisfaction out of having you on his arm at official events, decked out in red clothes and jewelry (it's his color, plus it suits you, he tells you—and you blush scarlet.)

...he upgrades your bed and sheets after the first time you have sex on it ends up with the bedframe it broken a dozen ways. "don't google price," he tells you with a dismissive wave of his hand, but you do anyway, and—er, wow, you didn't know beds and sheets could be that expensive...

he takes you out to dinner on his dime, picks you up in a chauffeured car (while he tells you funny stories from his time as a limo driver), and you swear every meal out with him becomes your new favorite food, it's all perfectly tailored to your tastes and preferences. it's kinda like he knows you really well or something (lol.)

when he finally proposes to you, it's with a ring set with a red red ruby. red for red guardian. red for how his heart beats for you. it's a big fucking rock because he wants the world to know that you're his. and boy, you are, every part of you is, and every part of him is yours.

even once married, and living together in a huge suite in avengers tower, he still picks you up in chauffeured cars from your shared place to take on fancy dinner dates, just because he likes to spoil you. your red ring gleams from your finger, and a matching gold band on his ring finger reflects the dizzying lights. (people do like to take paparazzi photos of red guardian and his partner, after all.)

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