butchers
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And when Diana sneaked out of the main bedroom to have a glass of water, she caught glimpse of Dylan in the bathroom. Viciously scrubbing her hands, the water pink as she got rid of the blood.
Or: serial killers kills cats and such first
deadbingoclub, January '26 - animals
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- Part 1 of butchers
- Part 3 of dead bingo club
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The order was barked: undress.
She did, hands trembling. Out of fear, out of rage. The woman looked at her up and down like she was nothing but a piece of meat worth less than her time, lie she was doing this out of necessity. Dylan wondered if she could fight. Turn the situation around and not be the one that would come out smelling like blood and alpha.
Or: for one night, Dylan could take what Diana takes every night.
microcest, prompt 030 (23.10.24) - noncon
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The first heat after all that mess... was even worse, if she was being honest. Alone, shivering in a cot, locked in the bathroom because it was the only safe-ish place in the hotel bedroom. She could smell Dylan from a there. Sweet, young, familiar, but with an underlying musk of the puberty in its first steps.
Dylan was already taller than her. Diana had always been small at home but she was taller than every omega she met (she had reached her mom’s height by the time the woman was pregnant with Dylan). Dylan was filling out, but it was slow with their limited food and how she was shooting up. Diana was going to starve herself happily if it meant she could feed Dylan without one of them getting hurt.
Mother was gone, they were safe now.
or: Diana's first heat after her mother's death, and it's a little sad, a little twisted.
deadbingoclub, March '26 – needs a hug
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- Part 3 of butchers
- Part 8 of dead bingo club
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“You don’t fucking growl at me,” Diana, well, growled.
“I’m sorry,” she blinked and kept looking adorably confused. “I- I’m not sure what’s happening to me.”
“You’re hungry and annoyed. But you don’t growl at me, that’s a rule.”
“No, I mean- I want to kiss you,” she tugged at Diana’s shirt. Not a hard tug it reminded her of when Dylan was still small enough to be carried and wanted her attention. It was soft, nostalgic. Innocent despite what she just said. “It has been a while, since I started to think about kissing you.”
Or: Dylan really wants to kiss her sister, and Diana is not opposite to it.
deadbingoclub, October '25 – first kiss
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- Part 4 of butchers
- Part 5 of dead bingo club
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One night Dylan comes home drunk, and visibly upset. Diana will not let it slide.
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- Part 5 of butchers
- Part 6 of dead bingo club
- Part 46 of rainbowfic
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A bothersome and handsy alpha thought he had the right to feel up Diana, even after she told him she was with her girlfriend. But since he wasn't seeing the girlfriend in question, he clearly didn't believe her. And didn’t care at all, after all, he was an alpha and therefore entitled to try and hook up with an unaccompanied omega.
Diana’s instincts screamed at her that he had put himself into a complicated situation at best, which was better than he had put her in a dangerous situation.
Or: a random alpha bothers Diana in a bar, as a reward for being protective yet obedient, Dylan gets a quick reward at the alleyway.
deadbingoclub, December '25 – dry humping
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- Part 6 of butchers
- Part 7 of dead bingo club
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“You’re a fucking freak,” Dylan said. Out of breath, for obvious reasons. And her eyes were glued on Diana’s fingers. Long, thin, and covered in slick blood.
“You’re the one with a raging boner,” she was almost beyond that, actually.
Or: Dylan is stabbed, and discovers apparently every hole is fuckable.
deadbingoclub, January '26 card - wound fucking
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- Part 7 of butchers
- Part 1 of dead bingo club
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The room smelled like sweat, alpha musk and lube. It was almost disgusting, but it only missed blood to be the most enticing thing Dylan could think of. She barely started and Diana was already looking debauched. All Dylan did was kiss her and finger her for a couple of minutes, more a tease than anything else.
There she was, ready and open and Dylan’s to be played with however the alpha wished. (But then, Diana was ready for Dylan most of the time anyways.)
Or: Dylan gets her reward for the trouble of having her stab wound fingerfucked.
deadbingoclub, January '26 – gaping
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- Part 8 of butchers
- Part 4 of dead bingo club
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The bed smelled nice, and it was large enough that both could lay down with plenty of space between them, — not that they would sleep with plenty of space between them, they weren’t even going to pretend they would. It had more than enough hot water for both of them, and it had a fucking bathtub.
Diana watched the way Dylan lit up like a Christmas tree out of joy of seeing it, I love her so much it hurts.
or: Dylan finally rented a motel room with a bathtub, exclusively for romantic cuddle time, it seemed.
microcest, prompt 016 (17.07.24) - bathtime & rainbowfic: lust #28. in the shower
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- Part 9 of butchers
- Part 4 of microcest
- Part 49 of rainbowfic
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Mystery Work
Part of rewriting in progress
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!