#soft!robert pronge

[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, Grumpy Grizzly, The Party

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“What I tell you, brother,” Curtis grinned as he wrapped his arm around the other alpha’s shoulders.  He pointed to the door where his mate was coming with another girl.  Lee gave a relieved sigh, seeing both girls smiling sweetly at him and Curtis, “she’s a cobra…name is Meegan.”

“Meegan,” Lee smiled, testing the name on his tongue.  He gave his friend another smirk.  He hadn’t ever been with a cobra, but had heard they were wild in bed, “I like it.  She’s cute!  She knows she’s my date, right?”

“Alpha!” Adriana chirped excitedly, practically launching herself into the bear’s arms.  Curtis chuckled as she immediately scented him, rubbing her cheek against his scent glands.  The cobra coughed awkwardly, and Lee looked at her, “this is my friend from class.  She’s never been to a Rho party either.”

“I’m Meegan!”

“Lee.”

“Adriana invited me,” she said sweetly as she eyed him up and down, “she said that you’re part of the fraternity.”

“Yeah,” he grinned.  She smiled.  He licked his lips as he gave her a once over, “do you want me to grab you a drink or something?”

“Sure!” she smiled.  Curtis clapped his friend on the back and walked away with his mate attached to his hip as Lee tried to be courteous, showing the girl through to the kitchen where a number of kegs were hooked up and in the process of being tapped. 

But when he turned around to talk to the cobra once more, she was gone.  Lee instantly felt a pang in his chest, when his eyes settled on one of his brothers, his arm around her waist as he chatted her up.  Lee growled, stomping off to the kitchen to grab himself a beer. 

And when he turned around once more, he noticed her.  His brow furrowed. 

Why was she here?

Lee felt nervous.  Protective even. 

Sweetness looked more nervous than a deer in the headlights as she looked around from her spot at the door.  She argued with one of his frat brothers for a second and they nervously looked at her when she pointed to Lee.  When she smiled and waved at Lee, he got a huge grin on his face.  He was surprised to see her, but he didn’t think to question why she was at his place. 

He couldn’t help the happiness that started in his belly.  His brother’s brow furrowed as he mouthed the word ‘yours?’  Lee nodded and he let her through, but suddenly he felt nervous as she closed the distance.  When she stopped in front of him, Lee couldn’t help but sound surprised, “Sweetness?  What are you doing here?  Not that I’m complaining…did one of the guys invite you?”  

“O-Officer Bodecker!” she replied breathily.  He felt his cock twitch in his jeans at how her voice sounded.  It was light an airy while sounding sultry.  She bit her lip and held out his phone, “y-you left the station today without it.  I-I thought maybe you might need it.  I d-didn’t want you thinking you lost it all weekend.”

His bear rumbled happily in his head.

Omega was thinking about us.

Lee gave her a soft smile as he took the phone from her hands.  His breath hitched in his throat as it felt like a jolt of electricity passed through them when his hand touched hers.  She chirped, then blushed and looked away. 

“Thank you, sweetness!  But remember, outside the station it’s just Lee, alright?” he asked.  She nodded and he smiled a little bit more, “good girl, omega.”

She chirped once more, and Lee chuckled.

“I-I’m sorry alpha.”

“Don’t be,” he smiled, feeling overjoyed at how she was reacting to him,  “You should stay!”

Her head snapped up, surprise lacing her features as she looked at him, “Wh-what?”

“You should stay!” Lee repeated over the music, “have some fun.  Enjoy the party!”

“I-I couldn’t…I shouldn’t stay offic-Lee…”

He smiled when her words tapered off.  She looked around the party.  It was obvious that the sophomore hadn’t been to a party before, “I understand…it can be nerve-wracking!”

Her eyes shot to his again, “Wh-what?”

“Never been to a party?”

She shook her head, instantly clinging to his side when he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the kegs to get her some beer.  Lee felt himself holding back a rumble as she seemed to tuck herself into him, fitting perfectly under his arm. 

She’s a koala.  It’s in her nature to cling to people, especially an alpha.

“No…”

“No need to be nervous, sweet girl,” Lee smiled kindly as he handed her a red solo cup filled with golden liquid.  She took it nervously and Lee released his arm from her waist.  He swore he heard her whimper as she batted her long lashes in his direction, “go and explore the house.  Talk to some of my brothers.  They’re great guys.  They’ll take care of you.  Go have fun, omega.”

“A-are you sure?”

He nodded, “yeah…”

He didn’t sound sure.  Hell, he hadn’t even felt sure.  There was a very large part of him that didn’t want to let sweetness go and look around the house without him or explore the party.  He wanted to keep her tucked against his chest the whole night.  He wanted to take her to his room and claim the sweet little koala.  But he knew he couldn’t. 

So, he watched her woefully as she walked away from him, sipping her beer. Lee sighed to himself, refilling his cup.  It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that Lee saw Pronge wrap his arm around her waist. 

Lee felt jealousy bubbling up in the pit of his stomach as she smiled at him, as she laughed at his jokes.  He looked back to Lee, shooting him a wink, before tipping her cup up while she drank, whispering a soft alpha command that she finish it all.

Lee watched as the pledges kept trekking back and forth between the kitchen grabbing beer for her.  Lee smiled to himself, knowing that his friend was helping the shy koala unwind; something that he knew she deserved.  She was always so timid and focused on work.  It wasn’t a little while longer where a few more of his brothers engaged him in some drinking games, and he lost all sight of her and Pronge.

It was a little while later when Lee noticed that a good bit of the pledges and some of the sophomores were missing; the party having turned into mostly juniors and seniors.  He felt anxiety bubbling up in his chest, knowing that he hadn’t seen sweetness in a while.  She wouldn’t have left without telling him goodbye.  He knew that.  She didn’t even like ending the class or the station without him knowing they were parting ways.

“Curtis…where’s Freezy?”

“You know him,” he laughed as his omega came back with new drinks for the both of them.  He smiled and kissed her temple before looking around.  Not seeing her, he shrugged, “a while ago he took some girls and they’re making some of his famous videos.  Maybe she went up to have some fun with him.”

A few more juniors and seniors laughed, but Lee felt dread in the pit of his stomach. 

Sweetness wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye but there was even less of a chance that she would have gone upstairs willingly to film one of his little videos.  She was an innocent little thing. 

No, not his sweetness.  Not unless she’d been given something.  Lee gave a fake laugh, but hurriedly made his way upstairs, hearing the music fade away, as a more primal sound started to take hold on the second floor. 

Lee burst into the room, seeing an orgy happening around him, piles of limbs intertwined and mingled together.  He saw the parrot that had embarrassed him earlier in the week with her friend, both seniors being railed by two freshmen while a few more shot their loads all over their bodies, calling them sluts.  And his heart stopped when he saw her.  His little sweetness.

She was up there with his brothers.

The timid little koala looked blitzed out of her mind, barely coherent as Bucky kissed along her inner thigh.  Her jeans were missing, and Bucky looked like he was ready to tear through her panties.  Lee ripped his friend away from her, and she barely reacted, her head lulling to the side. 

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Pronge asked, handing the camera to another brother.  He directed him closer to the two parrots while Bucky growled at him, “Barnes is gonna fuck that little cobra bitch til she doesn’t know up from down…we’ll show her for fucking around like that.”

“I think she’s already there from what you gave her,” Bucky chuckled, licking his lips.  He leaned forward and tilted her head towards him and squeezed her jaw, forcing it open.  Her eyes glistened as she looked at the men, her eyes finally settling on Lee’s.  Lee was growling at Bucky, and Bucky let go, “Come on, Bodecker.  We’re doing this for you.  Pronge said we’re teaching some girls that fucked you over a lesson.  Caught this one just wandering around without you…said he nodded at you and you didn’t tell him no.  The parrots will be a good release, but this one’s too fucked up for the full release…she’ll just get a private screening for us guys on movie night.”

Bucky leaned forwards and nuzzled his nose against hers.  She mewled, but pushed him away from her, falling to her knees in front of Lee. 

“Officer Alpha,” she giggled drunkenly as she nuzzled his leg.  Her arms wrapped around his thick thigh as she began kissing her way up his leg.  His breath hitched as she reached his inner thigh, her hands gliding over his crotch, “Alpha Bo-dick me down.  I wanna feel you, Lee.”

“That’s not the cobra that rejected me!” Lee hissed.  He shuddered as her hands reached for his zipper, and shooting a glare to his brothers, he picked sweetness up bridal style. 

“Officer Bo-dick her down!” Bobby laughed, “god, I can’t believe I never thought of that.”

She instantly whimpered, snuggling against the grizzly, “this is my fucking co-worker.  She’s the little koala that works the reception desk at the station.  She brought my phone back because I left it there and I told her to enjoy the party.  You fucking pricks!”

“Oh shit,” Pronge chuckled.  He licked his lips and made a face, “Sorry sheriff.”

Bucky licked his lips and took a step towards Lee.  His hand trailed up the koala’s leg and she whimpered again when his fingers skimmed along her outer thigh, “I still get to fuck her though?  Right?  Got to slide beneath those panties and I had my fingers in that tight little cunt…fuck Lee, she tastes so sweet…I wanna see how much she can take.”

Lee growled, and Pronge’s eyes widened as he had his own realization, “Wait…the little koala?  This is sweetness?”

Lee blushed, his anger fading away as Pronge called her by the nickname that only he was allowed to use.  She whimpered a little more, only this time she started fighting her way out of his arms until Lee placed her delicately on the ground.  She leaned into him, tucking herself beneath his arm.  She began kissing his chest, snuggling into his sweater, “the little koala omega you’ve had a crush on since she started at the station?  THIS?  She’s here?  Why the fuck didn’t you tell us that she was coming?  That this was her?  Why wasn’t she with you?”

“I didn’t know she was coming,” Lee growled, feeling possessive of the half-conscious woman.  He gripped her a little tighter and she moaned and leaned up on her tip toes, her lips grazing over his mating gland.  Lee shuddered, his eyes closing momentarily.  She began sucking and nipping on the spot, driving Lee wild.  When his eyes opened Pronge had a smirk on his face.  He growled, “what did you give her.”

“Nothing major,” Pronge chuckled with a shrug, “just some booze…”

Lee narrowed his eyes, “she wouldn’t get this way from ‘some’ booze.  She barely has the confidence to look me in the eyes, let alone go for my crotch.  And sweetness is too innocent to be that brazen to go for my mating gland, no matter how drunk someone would get her.”

“Okay a lot of booze,” Pronge laughed, finding the situation entirely too amusing, “and a little bit ago…some scooby snacks…she’ll be really fun in a few more minutes.”

She moaned again, this time Lee noticed one hand fisting his shirt, but the other had been massaging his thick thigh once again.  He was sporting a hard-on from her earlier attempts at getting at his crotch that pressed firmly against his jeans. 

“Looks like she’s ready,” Bucky panted, licking his lips again, “I can take care of her if you can’t, Lee…like I said…I had a taste, and I’d be willing to have the whole thing.”

Lee only growled in response.  The vibrations of his growl sent a wave of slick to sweetness’ entrance.  Lee’s eyes closed as he caught her scent.  Instantly he was salivating.  Something inside of him snapped and his heart raced.

Her scent.

It wrapped thickly around him, and he took a deep breath, inhaling every bit that he could. 

“Alpha!” she chirped once again.  Lee’s growl turned into a rumble as he looked down at the sweet little thing who was tucking herself into his neck.  Her fingers slid closer to his bulge, and she stroked him over his pants as her teeth nipped along his neck once again. 

Lee shuddered, his breath hitching in his throat.  He tried to focus on something, anything that would pull his attention away from the little koala and he ended up looking straight into his friend’s eyes.  Pronge was grinning, “Wanna be in a film with your girl, Sheriff?  Can make a private copy just for the two of you to tell the cubs about when they’re born nine months from now.” 

“Fuck off, Bobby.” Lee growled at his friend and pushed past him and Bucky, pulling his little sweetness up the flight of stairs to where his room was on the third floor.

Tag list:  @lohnes16, @bxnnywriting, @krissy25, @stockholmdolly, @snowwhitevsalice, @xonickibaby, @infatuatedjanes

[littlelioncub43]

I have the urge to degrade bobby while he growls

If you sweetly giggle and kiss his forehead while you do it he gets even angrier.

He also gets hard. And his heart beats a little faster. And his tummy does a little flip. But he definitely isn't head over heels in love with you. Not him. Nope. He just likes kneeling in front of you and letting you play with his hair while you coo mean things to him in that sweet voice of yours. He likes the way you smile at him and giggle when he's seething at your words but leaning into your touch.

But no. He's definitely not in love.

[babyjakes]

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eun participates in kinkmas 2023, twenty four days of kinky thots, blurbs, and fics!

please note: prompts have no assigned date. due to an unplanned mini-hiatus, three days feature double prompts.

fics.

flamingo pink | daddy!ari levinson x puppy!reader | prompt: pet play

a diamond's gotta shine | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompt: toys

clear blue water | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: watersports

lock them out and throw a feast | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader | prompt: food play

help me hold onto you | steve rogers x avenger!reader | prompt: sex pollen

devils roll the dice | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader | prompts: sex tape + medfet

did something bad | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompts: interrogation + weapon play

you all over me | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: double penetration

blurbs.

not trying to play | bf!jake jensen x subby!reader | prompt: nipple play

in the middle of the night | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader | prompt: somnophilia

delicate | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: virgin

thots.

edging | mutual masturbation | massage | harness | sex shop | threesome | monster fucking | knotting | fucking machine | exhibitionism + piercing

[sgt-seabass]

𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

✧˚ · . 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘍𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵.

main pairing — mob boss!alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader other featured characters — james mace, chris beck, steve kemp, charles blackwood, ransom drysdale, chase collins, lee bodecker, robert pronge, ari levinson, hal carter, lloyd hansen w/c — 14.8k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU.

warnings — non-con (blowjobs, handjobs, unprotected sex), dub-con (unprotected sex, female orgasm), a/b/o dynamics, Nick Fowler being a cunt, misogyny/treating omegas as lesser, references to death, suicidal ideations, references to anxiety and depression, caging, manhandling/mild violence against reader, chase, mild injury to reader, pet names (pup, puppy, sweets, sunshine, little omega, ducky), degradation, use of stress positions, minor medical references (needles administered), gangbang, bukkake, neglect of reader (touch starving), mention of wanting to throw up (no actual vomit), mental torture and stress to the point of breakdown a/n — big big thank you to @sweeterthanthis and @dreamlessinparis for beta-ing this beast and dealing with my inability to stay in one tense lol. all mistakes and bullshit are mine. also big thank you to @navybrat817 for helping with the brainstorming. without you, this fic wouldn't have come to life

Depressed again Morning comes too fast and I'm tired of the routine Depressed again Let me sit alone in the tone that you crave Angry again No, I don't wanna have a conversation with you Angry again Let me sit alone with the kerosene I don't even care about you ↳ I don't even care about you by Missio

"Hey, doll.”

Your eyes fluttered open, the sunshine warm on your face as you gazed up at the man above you, a soft smile on his features as his hair hung down and eclipsed his face.

Was this heaven?

"James?" You questioned, disbelief flowing through you at the sight of him. He looked far different to the last time you saw him. No injuries marred him. He looked just as you had always known him. 

"Who else would it be, silly? You fell asleep while I was getting the rest of the stuff from the car," James chuckled as you sat up, your fingers running across the picnic mat below you. The feeling of the fabric was familiar, and it caused a smile to dance across your lips. You'd always loved the picnics you'd had with your alpha. It was playful and fun, the two of you snacking before cuddling beneath the sun's warmth.

And in the best moments, you'd get frisky under a padded blanket. It was in those moments you'd found true happiness. You'd found love. But the problem in finding love was that it was so easy to lose in a matter of moments. The truest sorrow of death was that love was proven more than anything.

James sat the picnic basket beside you before quickly tugging you into his lap.

You blinked, taking in the view of the park surrounding you. Only the two of you and the flowers blooming across the landscape, nothing more than a subtle breeze in the air.

Your eyes scanned over the flowers, looking at the different coloured petals. It was as if ink had infused them with their hues, providing life to something that would be otherwise dull. 

Oh, it felt good.

Warmth surrounded you, Jame's bulky frame providing you comfort as he nuzzled into your neck to scent you, his hand resting against your stomach.

He let out a low hum, the sound reverberating across your skin like your favourite song.

You let out a sigh as you relaxed against him, eyes fluttering closed as you just let yourself be in the moment.

"You're not gonna fall asleep again, are you?" James chided, poking at your side with his right arm, eliciting giggles from you.

You opened your eyes to face him. His deep azures gazed at you as you ran your hands through his hair, bringing your palms forward to cup his cheeks.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

It's too good to be true. This happiness, it was too perfect. Life had never allowed you much reprieve.

"Does it matter?" James pulled your leg around, so you were sitting in his lap, your face close before you allowed yourself to let go.

Your lips brushed over each other's, testing the waters before your hands brought his face to yours.

The kiss started slow, two souls connecting between planes. But the crushing weight of reality quickly turned you more passionate.

It felt so real. You didn't want this to end.

Time seemed to flow indiscriminately as you kissed James, your tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks after a few minutes with your alpha.

He pulled away with a coo. "Hey, hey, doll. You're alright,”

"He’s going to take me away from you. I don’t…I don’t want to wake up Jamie. I want to stay here with you,” You sniffled, and James brought up the arm of his sweatshirt to dry your tears.

“That’s not the way life works, sweetheart. You have to go back,”

You couldn’t. Not after the auction, not after seeing the beast that was your mate.

You huffed, resting your hands on his waist with a shake of your head. “That’s not fair,”

“I know. I know, love. But life isn’t meant to be fair. It’s a struggle against the odds, but that doesn’t mean you can’t change the course of your life,” James reassured, but it felt like a lie.

“I don’t see a way out of this, James. I’m mated to Nick. He can control me without even trying.”

James tilted his head, continuing to wipe away your tears. “Can he, though?”

“What?” Your brows furrowed, fingers clinging to James like he was your lifeline.

“You’re the strongest gal I’ve ever met,” He tapped your temple with a sad smile. “You just have to fight him.”

“I... but how?”

“Think of us, what we had, what we were destined to have. Even without me in the picture, you’ve lost everything. And that is exactly why you can fight back. He can’t control someone who has nothing to live for,” James’ words felt like a tonne of bricks in your stomach, a heavy pit forming. Because despite him being right, you did have nothing to live for. You’d lost everything, and you’d hit rock bottom. The concept of standing up against a prime alpha was almost too scary to comprehend.

It would be easier to just cease the fight. End the pain.

“Why don’t I just kill myself then?” You asked with beady eyes, and James let out a sad hum, contemplating his next words.

“Because then Nick Fowler wins. He would have destroyed both of us. You’ve got so much courage, doll. And the most courageous thing you can do is live,” James said softly, his words delivered gently despite their weight. “Plus, you have to find Steve. We’re all he had,”

Your gaze dropped to your hands, fiddling with the hem of James’ sweatshirt as you frowned. “And what if I lose? What if he breaks me?”

“Then you live happily the best you can. If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore,” James gently took your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes would meet his. 

His lips found yours again, the kiss melancholic as you knew this had to end. Nothing good ever lasted long for you.

Would this be the last time you’d see him?

Roses with thorned stalks rose from the ground, the petals a beautiful crimson, the flowers just like Nick’s tattoos. You could hear the ticking of a clock, the sound signalling that time was running out. With each tick, you held tighter onto James, the stems getting closer and closer with each passing second.

You pulled back with a hiccuped sob despite how much you just wanted to keep his lips on yours. When had you started crying again?

“James… I’m not ready to go back, please.”

James didn’t have anything to say this time. All he could offer was a woeful smile as the vines began to wind around your limbs, cutting into you and slicing around your flesh.

There wasn’t anything he could do to make this better.

After all, he wasn’t even real. The James you loved was dead.

Death was brutal and cruel, unforgiving in how it wrenches people from your existence. But he was safe, at least. James didn’t have to face any more horrors while you were consumed by the primitive evil that was Nick Fowler. 

The thorns cut into your skin, tearing across your torso and limbs as they wrapped around you like a snake ready to kill.

You began to be pulled away from James, and despite your hold on him, the roses were stronger. 

“I love you,” you wept as your body began to be dragged into the dirt below, the ground moving around you like quicksand.

“I love you too. We’ll see each other again one day, doll. It’ll be okay.”

You wanted to believe James, but as the earth began to swallow you up, you knew it was unlikely.

The chance of beating Nick Fowler is minuscule, but you’d still try. You’d try for James. For what you should have had, the life you lost.

Dirt began to fill your lungs as your head was pulled under, your blood mixing in with the brown soil, making a muddy mess.

The last thing you remember was hearing a wolf howl and the clock’s ticking stopped.

Consciousness came to you with fright, heart hammering in your chest and tears in your eyes. You whacked your head against the cage wall in your abrupt wake, pain radiating through your forehead from the impact. The thick, black steel bars clanged like they were laughing at your pain. 

A whimpered ouch left you as you lay back down. Your dress from the auction still filled most of the cage, the tulle scratching against your skin uncomfortably. The emerald made you look luxurious, but you doubted being shoved in a cage was doing you many favours in looking the part Nick wanted you to play. Or maybe that’s precisely the image he wanted. A shattered omega.

The diamond choker Nick had gifted you laid next to you. It must have broken off during the night when you tossed and turned, as it was already damaged when you went to sleep. 

You threw it out of the cage with a huff, watching it skid off the rug and across the hardwood. 

A bird in a gilded cage was still denied its freedom, no matter how embellished its captor made it.

The choker was a show of ownership, and the last thing you wanted was to be reminded of your mate. The rejection of your alpha had your bond throbbing, the scarred flesh on your neck hurting with each ebb of anger that flowed through you. You hoped Nick could feel it and that it was irritating for him.

You would rather Nick treated you like his auctioned omegas so there was no veil. At the end of the day, you were just another object for him.

Light bled through the curtains like a fresh wound, gnarly and grotesque, much like the maim to your soul. It illuminated the room, the light making you aware of the stark greys of the bedroom. Perhaps it was supposed to be chic, the way the walls and furniture matched a muted colour palette. But all it did was reflect the desolateness of the situation; the world reduced to nothing more than shades.

The plushness of the pink and blue blankets below you provided little comfort, but you ignored the soreness in your muscles as you stared at the ceiling, the dark grey paint obscured by the bars of your cage.

Time passed, the sun beginning to rise higher in the sky. It had to be at least mid-morning, and your stomach rumbled. You hadn’t eaten since before the auction yesterday, although the thought of eating anything made you feel sick. Everything about your situation made you nauseous.

You hoped that James would burst through the door with Steve by his side and that they would take you out of this hell hole and back to your everyday life. But when the door opened, you were met with the sight of Beck and Mace. You barely spared them a glance before returning to eyeing the ceiling like it was the most exciting thing in the world.

“Stop sulking. You brought this upon yourself,” Mace sighed, moving to unlock your cage. When you didn’t move to get out or acknowledge their presence, Mace clutched your ankle and began to drag you out.

“Get off me,” you snarled, trying to cling to the bars as the dress tulle scratched your skin, but Beck was one step ahead. He pried your fingers off the bars while Mace pulled, and you had no chance as you were dragged from the enclosure. While the cage kept you inside, it also kept others out, and now you had to face your nightmares.

“Don’t you want a shower and a piss? Why are you making this such a fucking chore?” Mace growled as you began flailing. You could feel Nick through your bond, his emotions egging you to calm down. But you didn’t want to calm down. You wanted to go home. To your real home, not this prison.

Beck picked up the discarded choker, lips pursed as he looked at it, examining if it could be fixed while Mace wrangled you to your feet despite your protests. “Fuck off, get the fuck off me!”

Mace’s lips ghosted by the shell of your ear as he pulled your hands behind you, leading you towards the bathroom, his voice scarily low. “Twenty minutes. Clean yourself up and get it together. If you come out a nice fucking omega, I won’t tell Nick about this. Although I’m sure he can already feel it all.”

With little grace, Mace pushed you into the bathroom, your feet stumbling over the tile until you steadied yourself on the marble sink counter. The door closed behind you, the locks clicking. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of doing as they said, but you really needed to relieve yourself and freshen up. Especially if you were going to have any chance of fighting them.

As you suspected, each drawer in the bathroom was locked with a fingerprint pad, the light flashing red and beeping at you when you tried to open it. Nick really had thought of everything. On the shower shelf sat everything you needed anyway. Begrudgingly, you moved through the motions. You didn’t allow your thoughts to wander. There was too much pain threatening to bleed in past the edges of your mind.

As you struggled to take the dress off and get the shower running, all you thought about was James. The way he’d hold you and love you. To Nick, it might appear you’re calming down with how your emotions turn to yearning as the water washed over you. But the desire wasn’t for your mated alpha. It’s for the alpha you lost. 

It wasn't until you got out of the shower that your determination became set. Nick Fowler would not win. Think of James, you told yourself. Just like he said in your dream. Perhaps it wasn’t a dream but a premonition. A communication with the dead.

As you began to work yourself up, your fists clenched by your sides, the adrenaline started to spike. They hadn’t left you any clothes, but that didn’t matter. You’d be faster without anything slowing you down anyway. You tore some of the fabric from the dress to pull your hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way.

“Times up,” Beck called, and you knew this was it. This was your chance. You got ready to bolt when he cracked the door open. And once he’d opened it enough for you to fit through, you pounced. The rush hit you all at once, and you quickly sprinted past Beck’s form and under the arm on the door.

“What the—” The alpha said, stunned as you dashed past him. Mace, distracted as he searched the closet for clothes, whipped his head around just in time to see you rush out the bedroom door.

“Omega! Stop!” Mace tried to command you. But he’s not your alpha; now that you’ve got a mate, his orders don’t work on you.

Without looking back, you ran into the hall, following the trail that Beck took you on when he walked you down the night before. There are rushed steps behind you, but it doesn’t deter you as your feet slapped against the floor in your sprint. You can feel Nick homing into your bond, his ire clear. And you know he’s close. He’s in the house. Stop. Enough. The bond tells you, but a flash of James’ face in your mind’s eye helps to eclipse the order.

You managed to reach the front door, throwing it open with a slam before running onto the gravelled front path. The rocks of the driveway tore into your feet, the cold air hitting your naked form like a tidal wave. There was a slight patter of rain beginning, the type you’d love to be curled in bed under the plush covers to listen to, but instead, you were running for your life.

“Omega. Stop right now,” Nick’s booming voice hit your ears, and your legs faltered for a second. No. No.

“’Til the end of the line, sweetheart,” James. This is the man who took James from you. He’s no alpha of yours.

You managed to get your legs moving, picking up into a sprint as your heart hammered like a panicked mouse in your chest.

“Stop running right now,” Nick yelled again, but you didn’t even register the command, James’ voice cooing to you in your head.

You could feel the trickle of blood as the bond opened into a fresh wound the more you rejected the commands of your alpha. You were denying your very physiology, and it wasn't without consequences. Everything hurt, and the throbbing in your neck felt like needles were being sharply stabbed where Nick’s teeth had dug in when he claimed you.

The way Nick felt didn't help. There was anger, disappointment, and hurt. Not that he’d admit to the last one. His omega was rejecting him. A prime alpha rejected by their omega was a pitiful sight and one that Nick would never want anyone else to see. For a man so powerful, in this moment, he was entirely weak to you.

That was until you heard the shot ring off and felt a sharp sting in your left ass cheek. You stumbled to the ground, palms and knees grazing over the gravelled surface as the rain hit your back. A yowl left you as you turned to look behind you, a tranquiliser dart sticking out of your skin, a little blue feathered frill on the end.

“You fucking tranqued me?” You screamed, looking back at Nick, who was slowly approaching with the rifle in his hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t use my loaded gun, omega. I don’t even care about you. I should kill you,” The frustration was apparent, an edge of confusion in his tone, unsure as to why his commands weren’t working. If anything, they should be stronger now that you’re bonded. But why did he care anyway? What made you so special?

“Yeah, but you won’t, because you do fucking care, asshole. Otherwise I would have died with my lover,” You spat, fire in your eyes as he edged closer. Your entire lower half was becoming unusable, but you still tried to drag yourself over the ground despite how it cut into you.

”I can see why that useless waste of space you called an alpha never mated you. Did you act like a fucking brat with him too?” The words shouldn’t hurt. You shouldn’t care what Nick says. But they were like knives piercing your skin regardless, worse than the gravel below.

“He deserved my respect. You deserve nothing. You are nothing.”

The outrage was clear as day on Nick’s face as he crouched before you, and your arms began to get tingly as the weakness spread. You knew he was going to snap back hard, and he did. 

”Maybe your alpha would be alive if you behaved yourself and paid more attention to him.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, a pained cry leaving you as the tears began. Yeah, that hurt. It planted a seed of doubt in your mind. Was it your fault? No. You weren’t going to take the blame for a male alpha with an inflated ego. For too long, omegas took the blame simply because their voice wasn’t as loud. But not now. You wouldn’t take it.

”Aww, pup. You lost all your bite, hm? I’m disappointed. I thought you’d fight better than this.”

If the jabs about James didn’t hurt enough, the thought of disappointing your alpha added to the anguish. And it made you mad. Really, really mad.

“Why bite when I can scratch, alpha?” You snapped before using your waning strength to slash at Nick. He laughed, easily dodging you, only one swipe brushing his cheek. Your nails left a red mark, and it spurred you on more.

”You can hit harder than that, little pup. C’mon, you’re letting me down. You wanna act like a wolf? Then hurt me, but you’ll have to put in some effort, cub. You’re just making this too easy.”

Nick’s words hit hard. You let out a roar and lunged. It took all your strength to propel your body, throwing yourself against the alpha. He seemed surprised for a millisecond, and it was all you needed to swipe your nails across Nick’s face. He hissed as your talons dug through flesh, leaving trickles of blood tracking down his face. Lucky for him, his eyelids were closed when you attacked, so his eyes remained undamaged while his cheek and lip bore some nasty cuts.

It’s all you hadleft in you before the sedative rendered you useless. But it was worth it to see Nick’s face as he processed it all. For once, he wasn't in control. How the mighty have fallen.

Nick took your head into his hands, cupping his palms on either side. You were forced to look into his eyes when his bond was at its strongest. Desperation was in his wild eyes, the facade of a prime alpha with it all cracking. “Bark for me, puppy.”

Your mind screamed at you to bark. To give in.

It would be easy to play the part the world wanted you to. But to do that would be denying your own human experience. You opened your mouth, turning to the side and biting down hard on Nick’s hand.

He slapped you, one hand holding your head steady, so the impact hurt even more. It makes your brain rattle, the world shaking for a moment. Your eyes fluttered, and suddenly you weren't on the mansion path anymore. Nick had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Your limbs laid dormant, unable to move due to the dart still poking out of your ass. Given the omegas he had housed in his back barn, it should have been expected he’d have non-lethal ways to capture them.

You expected Nick to take you to the bedroom and cage you, but your brows furrowed as you were brought to the living room. He was silent now, and that was almost scarier than his anger. He was plotting something that surely wouldn’t be good for you.

Beck and Mace watched from the doorway as Nick dropped you like a sack of potatoes onto the ground against the far wall. He looked  down at you, jaw clenched and let out a huff. He gave your stomach a kick, earning a winded groan from you as you couldn't even curl in on yourself, your muscles relaxed against your will.

“She’s rejecting my commands,” Nick said matter-of-factly, his gaze turning to his men. “I intend to fix that.”

“How?” Mace asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe, eyes flicking from you to his boss.

“I’m going to talk to Kemp. He’ll know. And if he doesn’t, Hal will have an idea.”

“Hal is a softie,” Mace interjected with a dry chuckle.

“Yeah, but have you seen how Ari’s omegas listen to him? They dote on him,” Beck commented, running a hand through his short hair, his forehead creased from stress.

“I don’t want the soft route. Get her bound. I have some calls to make.”

Nick didn't look back at you as he exited the room, but you could feel the pain in your bond. The desolation. The anger. The myriad of emotions swirling in the both of you.

Asshole.

Mace and Beck did as commanded, moving around you to take the pictures down from the wall, replacing them with metal loops. Mace left for a few minutes while Beck finished up, and he took a moment to inspect your stomach, pressing around your ribs to ensure there’s nothing out of place. By now, the dogs had joined as well. Apollo, Icarus and Hermes sat a few feet away, just watching what was happening.

“She’s fine,” Beck murmured to the dogs, three sets of ears perking up at his words. “Yeah yeah, I know. But she brought this upon herself.”

Mace returned with rope, working with Beck to bind your arms and connect the cord through the newly installed loops. Your arms were brought above your head, suspending you uncomfortably so that your toes barely touched the floor. It put a lot of pressure on your shoulders, especially with your body's dead weight beneath you.

As their last step, Beck pulled the tranquiliser dart from you, and you tried to bite him when he was close enough. He gave you a look of disappointment before leaving with Mace, the dogs following once Mace whistled for them.

You were left in the living room, nothing more than the ticking of the old grandfather clock on the opposite side of the room to keep you company. It was almost maddening listening to the tick-tocks, your head filled with the repetitive sound. The blinds were drawn, the room dark, the only light source from the hallway outside. Shadows cast over the dark mahogany furniture, creating more demons for you to contest with. You never were a fan of the dark, and certainly not now.

Over time, you regained control of your body. Your muscles started to move, and you were able to shuffle to try and find a more comfortable position. Although no stance was relaxing as you struggled to stay steady on the balls of your feet.

Hours passed, and you started to hone in on the ticking rhythm of the clock, imagining it as a tempo for you and James to dance to. He always loved dancing. You’d been excited to take him to the local dance that was run every spring, but you never did get that chance. And you’d make sure Nick paid for that lost chance by being the unruliest omega possible.

With the curtains closed, it was impossible to tell the time, and the clock was too far away to make out, so you just waited for Nick’s eventual return.

You didn't know how long it had been, but the slamming of doors indicated that Nick had emerged from his office, clearly not happy with whatever ‘advice’ he had been given by his friends. After a few minutes, he walked into the living room, sharp daggers shooting from his gaze at you. If looks could've killed, you would have been long dead. 

In his hand was a bowl of porridge, steam wafting off the top. You still hadn’t eaten, and your stomach growled at the sight and smell of the food. Even though you hated the muggy texture, your body craved just about anything.

“Are you going to be good?” Nick said coolly, his mask of calmness back. “You’ll have to be punished, but it will be easier on you if you give in now.”

He approached slowly, watching the way your eyes flitted between the food and him. It was clear Nick thought you would give in as he approached, a smug look on his face.

When he was within range, you used all your strength to throw your legs out and kick the bowl from his grasp, the porcelain shattering to the ground with a smash. Beck came rushing in from the sound, stopping when Nick raised his hand to dismiss him. “Leave it.”

You felt a sense of triumph when Nick’s jaw clicked in annoyance. You weren’t going down that easy. Not with James in the forefront of your thoughts.

Nick’s fists clenched and unclenched like he was deciding whether to hit you or not before he seemingly remembered something. He didn’t touch you. Instead, wordlessly, he pivoted on his heel and left, leaving you and the discarded food without further consideration.

That was the last time you saw anyone for two days.

Or at least what you thought was two days. It was hard to approximate with the only indication of the time the chimes on the clock. Fatigued, with no more than an hour’s sleep due to the stress position and lack of food, you were second guessing how many chimes you’d counted.

Your heart leapt in your chest when Nick eventually re-emerged, his clothes different. You’d never seen him out of a suit, his muscly form adorning a plain blue t-shirt and black jeans. The clothes clung to him like you wished to. Your alpha. Your hindbrain was ecstatic at the sight of him. Pushing against your designation, you shoved all the feelings down deep. No, you could not desire the man who ruined your life. 

Nick’s signature smirk was back, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. He wanted you, too. That much was clear. Why he cared for you so much, you’d never understand. With the ticks in the background sounding, you looked at the clock tattoo that stood out starkly against his skin, like the rest of his ink.

Your eyes narrowed as you focused on the time. Two am. Was that on purpose? Did that time hold some significance? Or was it simply chosen at random? Your sight dragged to the bowl of fruit in his hands. Melon, strawberries, and apples,all cut into bite-size pieces. The hunger you felt hurt, as if your stomach was ready to eat itself.

“I can hear your stomach, puppy. Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Nick mocked, but he was right. You were ravenous. The sweet tang in the air from the fruit mixed in with Nick’s strong scent had your head swirling. 

It’d been days since you’d been touched. Usually, that would be enough for any omega to start getting touch starved, let alone a mated omega being denied by her alpha. A prime alpha. Your body yearned for Nick, and it had your anger rising. No, it wasn't fair. You shouldn’t want the man who killed your partner.

Like the first time Nick visited, you kicked the bowl from his hand, flinching at the shattering sound. As you did it, there was a flash of ire in Nick’s expression, but there was something else there too. Like he expected it from you.

“Have it your way,” Nick said simply, placing his hands in his pockets as he kicked the discarded fruit away from your feet. He was so close, you could feel his body heat, and it had you wanting to lean in. “Uh-uh. Bad dogs don’t get pats.”

Nick pulled away, pupils dilated as he took in your scent. It was a punishment for him as well. Although he could get touch elsewhere, all you got was the wall against your back and the floor beneath your toes.

This time when Nick left, tears started steadily streaming down your cheeks as anxiety clutched at your heart.

It started to get much worse.

The longer you were left untouched, the worse your mental state became. The anxiousness was quickly met with a deep depression that settled into your bones and brought upon an acute sadness that infected you like a disease. 

There were often tears, howls, and whimpers. Yet you still didn’t yield when Nick visited you. You were being pulled in two directions, a tear beginning to form down your middle. Your loyalty was to James, but your body called for your alpha. 

Every time someone would walk past the doorway, or you’d hear the pitter-patter of dog paws, your heart would nearly burst. A visitor? But you were almost always met with disappointment. 

Nick didn’t allow the dogs in the living room, and the only time you saw anyone else was when Beck came to inject you with medicine or help you use a bedpan. He didn’t look you in the eyes, touch you, or speak to you. It was like a ghost was administering the vitamins and minerals you needed to stay alive while you refused food.

The days passed in a blur. As soon as the sun would bleed in around the curtains, it would disappear as nightfall came. At first, you liked the quiet of the night, only you and the owls hooting outside awake. But it quickly became your personal nightmare. Alone, with nothing but your thoughts, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes due to the pressure on your arms and balls of your feet.

It was torture. A brutal tactic that was breaking you down with each tick of that fucking clock. You growled into the air. Oh, how you wanted to break that clock. Tear it to shreds and leave nothing but cogs behind. Because every time you tried to escape reality, the ticking would wrench you back. 

The same as the days before it, the sun began to fade, and darkness began to consume the room. You closed your eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Although it was unlikely with the throbbing pain in your shoulders. When you heard footsteps, you assumed they would merely pass by as they usually did, but your eyes fluttered open when the feet stopped in the doorway. Your eyes met Mace’s hardened gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him since you were put on the wall, and you instinctively wanted to hug him. Alpha’s best friend. Alpha’s best friend is your best friend. He watched the way your brows furrowed, and tears welled in your eyes before breaking away to begin lighting the candles that sat on the mantle. 

“Mace.. help me..”

Your voice was left ignored. The candles added a soft illumination to the room. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the flickering heat, a golden amber emanating from the flames. If you touched it, you would feel something. It would hurt. But you would have chosen it. A pain you choose to bear is freedom in itself.

“Mace, alpha, please. Let me go.”

Mace didnt spare you another glance as he moved around the room, dusting and cleaning up. He even vacuumed, and it was all very odd. Nick had a maid staff for this, although you supposed they would be uncomfortable seeing a bound omega crying against the wall.

Once he was done, he flicked on the wall sconces, and your eyes shut immediately. The room is filled with light for the first time in.. well, you weren't sure. But it had been a long while. There was a buzzing behind your eyes, spots flittering across your eyelids before you braved the light. 

Your eyes opened slowly, the brightness almost painful for your poor weakened body. You were growing accustomed to the darkness, feeling as if your body was becoming one with the plaster pressed against your back. There was no hiding in the light, and Mace took a deep breath at the sight of you. 

You were a mess. Naked, bruised, with cuts all over from your attempted escape. It was a sight to behold. Mace left without a word, but you were jostled. 

Why did he clean up? Why turn the lights on? It became more apparent when there was a new voice in the home. One you recognised from the night of the auction. 

Steve walked in with Nick by his side, his lips quirking at the sight of you. Your gaze turned to Nick, vexed still in how you looked at him. But your back arched too, begging to get closer to the scent wafting from him. When you closed your eyes, you were sitting by a flower bed of geraniums with a cup of earl grey tea, and Nick was there nuzzling into your neck.

“F-Fuck.. you..” You whined. It felt as if you would die if he didn’t touch you soon. Like you’d crumble into a pile of ash for Mace to sweep up.

“It’s good you booked this for tonight. I don’t think she’d last much longer otherwise,” You hated how Steve spoke as if you were not there, and a growl left you when you opened your eyes to see his hand on Nick’s shoulder. No, you needed that touch. It’s not fair. At the same time, you wanted to rip Nick’s throat out and force-feed him it. 

“This better work,” Nick’s voice was strained, the pain clear. He’d been starved of his omega for too long. But he couldn’t just let you off like nothing happened.

“It will. Trust me.”

“I trust you with my life, Steve. But I don’t know if I trust you with hers.”

Steve merely chuckled, and the men left the same way they came. You wriggled in your binds to no avail. Your body was so exhausted you could barely move. Before long, more footsteps and voices were chatting in the entryway. You recognised Lee, Charles, Ransom, Chase and Robert, all from the auction. But there were new ones too. Three voices you didn’t know that mingled in with the rest. What were they all doing here?

Beck walked in with finger food, little meatballs that looked fancy and well-presented. Mace followed, carrying a plate with different hors d’oeuvres. Some caviar looking thing. You didn’t know what it was, but your stomach grumbled nonetheless. The alphas stayed and watched as the waitstaff brought in drinks and even more food, a complete set-up on the living room table. Last brought in was a plate of natural oysters; the fishy smell had your head reeling. The food had too many scents for your brain to handle. You needed your alpha. You needed to nuzzle into him– No. You needed to kill him. You whimpered as your brain tried to figure out what it wanted.

“Now that’s a nice noise,” Ransom mocked as he entered, a glass of whisky in hand. “You want some company that bad, huh?”

“S’needy little ‘mega. Real cute too,” Lee joined him, hand on his belt that held up his uniformed slacks.

They both looked ravished at the sight of you, like you were the finest meal. Your sounds of distress began to rise. “Go away. Where’s Nick?”

“Now, now, that’s no way to talk to guests, is it? And you can’t even address your alpha correctly, tsk,” a new man entered with Charles and Chase close behind. His shades covered his eyes, but the way his thick moustache curved with his smirk told you all you needed to know. He wasn’t a good person.

“I think we can forgive her for being rude given the circumstances, don’t you think?” Yet another two men entered, and your head was beginning to swirl with the number of alpha scents in the room. The man looked rough and rugged as if he worked hard and was weathered by it.

“I think Hal is right, Lloyd. Give the omega a break for being flustered,” Hal’s companion said as he made his way to the table, taking one of the caviar toasts to snack on. The moment you heard the crunch, you opened your mouth instinctively, desperate to eat.

“Are you not feeding this thing, Fowler?” Charles called out as Nick and Steve entered together.

They were all speaking about you, not to you. And it had your blood boiling as the myriad of other emotions began to rise to the surface. “Fuck off! All of you! Leave me alone. You’re all fucking bastards. Stupid knotheaded bastards.”

Suddenly, all the attention was on you. No more chuckles or snide comments, just the piercing gaze of eleven alphas and the one beta, Steve. Your heart lurched, the intensity sudden.

“I’ll kill all of you. The moment I get out of here, you’re all dead,” you snarled as you looked at Nick. Since you’d last seen him, he’d changed into a black button-up and suit pants.

He looked like his role. A mob boss with the power of a prime alpha. But more than anything, he looked like a man sent to the point of desperation. He was holding himself with a mask of calm, but you could feel what lay beneath the surface, the same as he could for you.

“Drinks, anyone?” Hal’s companion broke the silence, and the men eased, tense shoulders releasing.

“Yeah, Ari. Good idea,” Chase kept his eyes on you as he made his way to the table. 

Small talk restarted amongst the men, but you kept your gaze on your alpha. No one else mattered anyway. What was the point of this party? Some chance to show off his defying omega?

Nick ignored you, but you could feel the red string between you two. He was still connected whether he wanted to give you attention or not. You watched as he went and whispered something to Mace and Beck, the duo’s faces hardening.

They both looked at Nick with concern, but he shrugged them off, returning to his conversation with Steve and Lloyd. Like a hawk surveying your surroundings, your breathing began to quicken when Mace and Beck approached.

“Please, don’t touch me. I- I’ll kill you. I can’t– I need–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You needed your alpha.

“You should have thought of that before you acted up, omega,” Mace snapped, but his eyes had a sense of guilt to them. 

Beck wouldn’t look at you as he and Mace worked on getting you down. When the rope went lax, you fell into Beck’s arms, your legs too weak to hold yourself up. The sobs started. You were finally feeling touch, but it was wrong. Beck’s scent wasn’t foul, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t what you needed. 

Mace came up behind you, and his presence was all wrong too. “No, no, no. Get off!” You couldn’t struggle even if you had wanted to. After God knows how long suspended on pressure points, your muscles were weakened to the point that they were practically useless. Every time you went to swipe at the men, it was no more than a weak slap, Mace and Back wholly unperturbed.

“Shh, shh. You’ll only make it worse for yourself,” Beck soothed into your ear, but you could hardly hear it with your heavy cries.

Mace picked you up from Beck’s arms, cradling you for the room to look at. And look they did.

The scent in the air spiked into something hazardous, and every omega instinct told you to run. Danger. Nick stayed at the back of the room, sitting in one of the velvet armchairs with a glass of what looked to be straight vodka, shooing away Steve when he tried to tell him something.

Mace placed you in the centre of the room, your back hitting the plush rug. It was a different sensation from the cold wall, and it was nice to feel something warm and fuzzy for a split second. But the reprieve was short lived as the other alphas in the room began to approach. 

You tried to crawl away, but your arms and legs didn’t move despite your mind begging them to do so.

Steve crouched before you, deft fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to think of one thing, omega. This is happening because you denied your alpha.” 

The clock ticked in the background, timed with his words, your mouth dropping into a wail.

“This,” Tick. “Is,” Tick. “Happening,” Tick. “Because,” Tick. “Of,” Tick. “You,”

Like an odd hypnosis, you blinked as Steve pulled away. Wait. What is happening?

Whistles and howls filled the room, and it had you shivering in fear before you realised it. The scent in the room turned sickly sweet, dripping with arousal. Apart from Mace, Beck and Nick, all the men in the room were palming themselves, watching how your bare chest rose and fell with each breath.

They’re not here for a social visit.

Steve pulled down the fly to his black jeans, and your stomach twisted painfully. No. Hal and Ari joined him, the three of them taking out their hardening lengths.

It wasn't  real. It was just a bad dream. This was just a nightmare, right?

“Open up, omega. And I better not feel any teeth,” Steve guided his cock to your lips, smearing the head across them. His beta scent was as powerful as the alpha’s around him, making your head pound. It was far too real to be a dream.

“No,” You shook your head. No. No way. But with the way the ticking clock buzzed in your brain and touch starved sensory overload took over when Steve gripped your jaw and squeezed painfully, you started to lose your fight as your mouth opened.

Steve didn’t give you a chance for a snide comment before he pushed himself into your wet mouth, groaning under his breath at the feeling of your tongue gliding against him.

Betas typically weren’t as well endowed as alphas, but it seemed Steve was an exception with the way he filled your mouth to the brim. Your lips stretched painfully around him, and while you were tempted to bite, the repercussions scared you too much. 

While he began working himself in your mouth, Hal spat into your hand before resting his length into it. When you didn’t move to stroke him, he wrapped his hand over yours, directing you to move your hand up and down. His ridges and veins slid across your palm, and you couldn’t wrap your whole fist around him with how thick he was.

Ari gently raised your tired legs, spreading them open so he could look at your bare pussy. He let out a low whistle as he ran his fingers up and down your folds. You tried to shake your head, but you couldn’t with Steve holding you steady.

“That’s it, ‘mega. You’re crying, but you’re so wet,” Ari breathed out, testingly pressing a finger into your awaiting heat. He was right. Your body reacted to the attention it had denied for so long despite your want to escape.

“Jesus, just fuck her already,” Robert sniped, his impatience clear as Ari stretched you open, a second and third finger added to your core. 

“I’ll fuck her when I’m ready to fuck her,” Ari snapped back. The tension between the alpha’s made you feel even more uncomfortable.

Your distress was evident when you whimpered around Steve’s cock. Hal cooed to you, thrusting into your hand and gently brushing his fingers over your arm. “You’re alright. C’mon, that’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Ari prepped you, working you open with his fingers, but you hardly registered it as your head felt underwater, drowning in the mixed scents of all the men.

Going from touch starved to suddenly overwhelmed was a horrible, nauseating feeling that had you wanting to crawl to Nick and beg for him to make it stop. But when you managed to look at him, you were met with little help. Slouched in his chair, with the dogs by his side, sat Nick. Mace and Beck situated not far from him, all observing you. 

“Don’t look at him. Eyes on me, omega,” Steve commanded, tapping your cheek until you turned your attention back to him. His thrusts into your mouth were on the side of gentle, easing himself in and out without choking you. “Remember what I said. This is all because of you.”

The tears started streaming more heavily down your cheeks as Ari pressed the head of his cock between your folds. You tried to squirm your hips away, but he held you firm. “I have no intention of hurting you. If you stay still this will be easier.”

You didn’t listen, continuing to try to writhe away. What would James think if he saw this? He’d be horrified.

The scents of the three started getting headier, along with those still waiting their turn. You could cut the air with a knife, the atmosphere rigid and palpable.

You cried as Ari bottomed out, his cock stretching you. It wasn’t like the stretch of your alpha, and the mere fact that it wasn’t your alpha was enough to have your body clenching, your walls wanting to force him out. “Fuck. So fuckin’ tight,” Ari cursed under his breath, beginning languid movements that had you seeing stars.

Like a ragdoll, your body met the needs of the three alphas. Their moans filled the room while you wished for nothing more than to sink into oblivion.

“That’s it, good girl. Good little omega. Take it nice and deep. Feels good, doesn’t it? Yeah, yeah I know it does.”

You didn’t register the words of praise, but your attention snapped back to reality when you heard Nick speak.

“Stop praising her like she’s yours,” The prime alpha ground his teeth, jaw set tight.

Ari stopped his movements, stilling inside you while his length pulsed. “None of us want her. We know she’s yours. This is business.”

“I want my omega to smell like me. She smells like you,” Hal commented, keeping your hand moving while his eyes fluttered.

The response seemed to satisfy Nick, and they quickly resumed taking what they needed from you.

It wasn’t long before you could feel them getting close, their breaths heavier, sweat beading along their brows. But before their knots could swell, they all pulled away, leaving you flustered. What.. they weren’t going to finish? You were almost grateful. Perhaps that was it.

Beck came and gave you a once over before he nodded to the rest of the men, and another three stepped up. Lee, Chase and Charles approached, their cocks already red and leaking from watching you getting used by their friends and acquaintances.

It’s almost like a party, with the guests enjoying the food, drinks and the host's omega. In a way, you were no more than food on a platter, ready for the taking. Ready to be picked at by all the guests.

Lee was rough as he settled between your legs, taking the chance to grope at your flesh and feel every curve. “Cute lil’ thing. S’fucking soft too. I can see why she’s yours, Nick.”

You turned your head to look at your alpha, your free hand gripping the carpet to try and pull yourself closer to him. Maybe if you could get there, he’d end this. You managed to flip yourself onto your stomach, but all it did was give you carpet burn when you tried to drag yourself.

“Are we that scary that you’re trying to run?” Chase leant in close to the shell of your ear, playfully nipping at it. “Oh, I can be really frightening if you want.”

There was something else there. A supernatural sense that chilled you to the bone. You looked at him with wide eyes, but he merely looked smug with a quirk of his head. “Aren’t you curious to know what it is? Want to have a scare, little omega?”

“Stop it, Chase. Don’t fuck with her,” Mace interjected, cutting Chase off, who merely pouted in response.

“Fuck her, not fuck with her. Got it,” Chase gave a charismatic smile, leaning down to lick a stripe across your cheek before rubbing his cock over it, so his saliva smeared all over your skin. It was a sickly slimy feeling that made you want to throw up, not that your stomach had any contents at the moment.

He used the makeshift lube to easily slip between your swollen lips, pressing in hard and deep until he hit the back of your throat. You choked around him, but it provoked him to do it more.

Lee lifted you so you were on all fours, giving your ass a smack that left a red hand-shaped welt in its wake. Charles helped you steady yourself before taking your hand for his use. This time you got the message, beginning to stroke him while Lee started to thrust.

Maybe if you just played along, this would all be over quickly.

The strain on your body was paramount as Lee jolted you with each brutal snap of his hips, the fabric of his uniform scratching against your ass. His hands held on so tight to your hips that there would surely be bruises. “S’fucking good. Shit. I wanna try her mouth though.”

Chase pulled out of your mouth with a grunt, his length shining with your spit. You coughed, finally able to breathe properly, some of your saliva falling into the plush rug below. 

“Messy little thing,” Charles groaned, moving to your mouth along with Lee. “Think we’ll both fit?”

“No, but it’ll be amusing to see her tryin’,” Lee snickered before his and Charles’ cocks breached your mouth.

A frail scream left you from the stretch, your eyes scrunching closed from the intrusion. They didn't fit, but they fucked into your mouth regardless. When Lee pulled back, Charles thrusted forward, and when Charles pulled back, Lee pushed in. They worked in tandem, ignoring your broken pleads that were muffled by their dicks.

Chase wasted no time in burying himself to the hilt in you, his thrusts deep and rutted like an animal chasing a primal instinct. “God, fuck, so good. Can I bite her?”

“No,” Beck and Mace snapped in unison, arms crossed as they forced themselves to watch. 

Chase shrugged, the slaps of his hips getting louder as he started getting rougher. Your ass was burning from the impact, and your lips stretched and sore. Everything hurt. Emotionally and physically.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw flashes of James holding his hand out to you. Please. Please get me out of here. But he was no more than a ghost now. There was no one who could save you now.

“If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore.”

The picture of James began to warble, his face becoming obscured and replaced. Instead of your lover, it was your alpha. Nick. You needed him more than ever.

Your mind was becoming another for the world’s graveyard of broken souls. Discarded, crossed by everyone around them, unmet with mercy. But this meant you could let go. You would never move on, but you didn’t have to in order to be free. While you would never move from the loss and grief, you could let go. And perhaps that gave you a chance at a gilded freedom provided by your alpha.

Is it so bad to just want to be happy?

You were a bird with golden wings, feathers so bright it left others in awe, and song so sweet it had others listening intently. Your intentions were pure. All you ever wanted was to love and be loved, live a simple life and find some happiness. But that was rare in this world. Not many held the purity of joy that you did. And so, you’d become imprisoned. A bird fluttering, confined by the bars of your alpha.

Alphas had an incessant need to conquer, to clip the wings of those around them so they felt more powerful, even if they were the privileged ones in the first place. You never stood a chance.

For James, you’d waged a war you never could have vanquished. You’d done nothing more than bring a knife to a gunfight. And the lengths Nick Fowler would go to break you had you reaching a realisation.

Letting go of James meant that he was part of your history, not your destiny. And while that was painful, keeping his memory close was weighing you down like weights on your ankles, dragging you down to the watery depths where monsters lay in wait.

It was easy to hate Nick Fowler. To engrave the words ‘I hate you’ onto your heart. But to let go, to allow yourself to find whatever slither of happiness awaits you, you could not hate. It was simply too painful. A burden you could not bear. Not anymore.

The world was beginning to fracture at the sides, your mind hardening as the cracks started to form. You weren’t going to last like this. And that was okay.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay. Let go, baby. Let go,” James’s voice rang in your head, and you howled louder than ever.

The dogs started barking and snarling at your distress, and Nick had to hold them back by their collars to stop them from trying to protect you.

Chase’s nails dug into your hips, Lee pulled at your hair, and Charles blocked your nose. The pain bloomed like a macabre rose for your mental funeral of James, and your eyes rolled back into your head as your arms gave way. Lee looped an arm under you to hold you up while they kept fucking your mouth, your spluttered breaths ignored. 

You didn’t see how Steve whispered to Nick or how the other alphas were entranced with how your body began to shake. The incessant barks fell on deaf ears before the dogs had to be ushered out of the room by Mace. They let out whines as they were denied saving you from shattering.

The way you viewed Nick began to rapidly change. The bitterness fled like animals fleeing a bushfire at pace. The past was the past, but your prime alpha was the future. Hormones took over, your hindbrain taking control. All that was left was an omega desperate for their alpha.

The convulsions didn’t stop as you began to run out of breath, Chase fucking you like a man unhinged until his knotted base started to swell and catch at the entrance to your cunt. Your body seized. You needed your alpha’s knot, not Chase’s.

Luckily, the alpha’s did what the men before had done, letting you go just before they reached their climax. Your body was dropped to the floor on your stomach with an ungraceful oof, vision hazy as you tried to lift yourself up. But you had no energy left, everything screaming to just get to your alpha.

“Alpha,” You whimpered, and when your eyes met Nick’s, he looked at you with veiled shock. You’d called for him. After all the fighting and pain, you were calling for him. “Alpha, please.”

“Not yet, omega. You’re almost done,” Steve intervened, not allowing Nick to speak for fear that he would give in now that you were breaking for him.

After Beck checked you over, his jaw set, Ransom, Robert and Lloyd descended upon you, and their gazes were by far the darkest. The aura that oozed off them was malice, and it had you shivering from your spot on the floor.

“Aw, sunshine. You’re shaking like a leaf,” Lloyd laughed, squatting before you, biting on the end of his sunglasses before he looped them through the front of his shirt. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Please, I just want my alpha,” you cried, surprised you still had tears left after the amount you’d been sobbing.

“You’ll get him. But like Stevie said, you’ve got to make us happy first,” his fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head to examine you. 

“Dibs on fucking her mouth,” Ransom cut in, taking some food from the table onto a small plate. You watched him as he took two oysters and some salmon, confused as to why he was getting food as he neared you.

The others were helping themselves too. Although Lee and Hal turned their noses up at it, seemingly not keen on fancy food. They’re more homebodies, you guessed.

“I’ll take those pretty little hands,” Robert licked his lips, cock bobbing as it stood proud, released from his slacks.

You were lifted from your place on the ground, Lloyd sitting with his back to the couch seat and ass against the plush rug. He dragged you into his lap and directly against his hard cock, grinding himself against you.

“I don’t want this, please, stop,” you yowled, trying to wriggle away, but all it did was make Lloyd groan as he kept grinding against you.

“What you want doesn’t matter, sweets,” Robert sniggered, coming up close to whisper in your ear. “You’re at our mercy now.”

Despite having nothing left to lose, the fear was immobilising. You weren’t afraid of death, but living terrified you. The unrelenting pain it brought. The bleakness. All you had now was your alpha, the thing you craved most despite the circumstances. Wanting Nick Fowler was a horrifying feeling.

The three vultures that remained  between you and your alpha had you feeling like you were swimming, but when you tried to put your feet down on the sand, the water was far deeper than you thought, and there was nothing there to ground you.

Your brain felt like mush, a mess of emotion and need. Despite your protests, your pussy provided more than enough slickness for Lloyd to rub his cock between your folds before impatiently beginning to guide you down onto his cock. You cried out but couldn’t move with his grip on you, Ransom and Robert watching.

“Put those hands to use, c’mon, we don’t have all day,” Robert grabbed your wrists, a harsh grip that had your bones aching. There was no need for the use of force, but he seemed to find a sick thrill in the power of watching you in pain, just as Lloyd and Ransom did.

Lloyd pulled you down until you reached the scruffy hair at the base of his cock, using your body like a fleshlight up and down on his dick. Robert painfully clung to your wrists as he guided your wet palms over his rigid flesh, all while Ransom watched amusedly.

“You must be hungry, hm? I bet you’d love some salmon, ducky,” Ransom teased, eating the smoked salmon as he towered over you while your eyes fluttered from how Lloyd dragged his length along your walls.

You shook your head. You wanted none of it. You wanted to be in the arms of your alpha and nothing more. 

The stability of your mind was wavering, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to form words with the way everything hurt. Physically your body was fatigued and battered, and mentally you were a wilted rose, fragile petals torn.

“Hm. I don’t like being ignored, omega. Your alpha brought us here to teach you a lesson, one I intend to make sure you remember.” Ransom held up the fishy shells under your nose with nothing but oysters left on his plate.

You retched, stomach rolling in disgust from the salty sea smell coming from the slimy thing. You’d never had an oyster before, and you had no wish to try it now.

Ransom chuckled as Lloyd kept working you over his cock, with Robert using your hands to stroke himself.

For a moment, your eyes checked over the rest of the room's occupants. You searched for a reprieve, but no one was coming to your rescue. There was a gain in having you break like this, and you whined into the air as you tried to squirm towards your alpha but were held firm by Lloyd’s ring-covered fingers. “Uh-uh sunshine, no getting off my lap ‘til I’m done with you.”

“I want you fed before you take my cock, ducky. That way you don’t get nibbly on me. Who knows how far your hunger goes, isn’t that right?” He spoke to you like a child that’s being chastised, and it had a heat building in your cheeks. It was humiliating and had you spiralling further into the shell of an omega.

Ransom didn’t allow you to shy away. His fingers gripped your cheeks so your mouth opened in a forced pout. It took all your might to close your lips, refusing to let anything go into your mouth.

A strong arm looped around your neck, Lloyd’s bicep curling around your throat as he kept making you ride him. A strangled sound escaped you as the breath was knocked from your lungs, shock taking over.

Robert joined in, pulling your hair so your head tilted back into Lloyd’s tight hold. The world began spinning the more oxygen you lost, your lungs cut off from filling with air.

“P- Pl-“ You couldn’t get the words out, tingles all over your body with the way the world began to have a vignette at the edges.

Was this the final curtain call? Was the sick show finally coming to an end?

“Let her go, Lloyd,” Hal called, annoyance clear despite how his cock bobbed hard between his legs.

Mace and Beck stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Steve stopped them. “You want your friend to get the omega of his dreams? Then you need to let this happen.”

“They’re hurting her,” Mace snapped, and you reached out your free hand towards them despite the way your body was beginning to give way.

“A little pain is necessary. She will survive.”

Using your distracted state, Ransom opened your mouth and slid the raw oyster out of its shell and onto your tongue.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden movement. Before you could spit out the slimy food, Ransom clamped his hand over your mouth and nose. Your attempts to flail were fruitless, and the longer it lay in your mouth, the stronger the oyster’s taste became.

You cried against Ransom’s hand as you chewed, which was a mistake in itself, and swallowed the oyster.

“You’re not meant to chew it so much, silly ducky,” Ransom laughed heartily, amused at your disgust. “Here, let's try that again. Now, do as I say. Chew it twice, then swallow.”

Lloyd and Robert loosened their grips so you could breathe, and when Ransom moved his hand, you gulped in air greedily. “N-No. No more,” you begged to deaf ears.

The two alpha’s held you still as Ransom held the second oyster to your lips. You turned your head away despite the hold in the roots of your hair, but it was useless.

Ransom forced the second oyster into your mouth, and you wanted to throw up. You did as the alpha had told you. You gave two chews and swallowed. It was far less horrid, but still an experience that had you gagging when you were released.

Your clear distress had Lloyd’s cock twitching inside you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he started fucking up into you again.

“You’d think I’d fed her a lemon. Stupid slut, I could buy an omega for the price of these,” Ransom sniped, throwing the plate aside.

“Watch it, Ransom,” Beck growled, Mace barely holding him back from approaching.

“What? She’s a stupid—”

“She isn’t yours to insult,” Beck spat, only backing down when Ransom raised his hands in concedement.

Like the others before them, the three alphas used you for their pleasure. Your brain started to check out, and dissociate, taking you to a better place.

But for some reason, every better place you could think of had Nick there. Your alpha. As long as his scent enveloped you, you were safe. It was a rapidly growing dependency.

When the alphas grabbed at you harshly, you wondered. Would Nick let you build a nest with his clothes? You didn’t want to be without him while he was busy.

If Ransom, Lloyd and Robert noticed you zoning out, they didn’t say anything. They just used you harder until their knots were beginning to swell.

Steve joined the scene, your eyes dazedly watching him as he helped the others lay you down on the rug. You turned your head to the side, the faintest waft of your alpha coming from the fabric. You rubbed your nose into it, a high whine coming from you.

“She’s fucked stupid,” Charles said, mostly in amazement at the scene of you nuzzling into the rug. There were a few laughs in response, words coming through one ear and out the other as you struggled to keep up with all the men surrounding you.

You couldn’t focus as they stood over you, your visuals overloaded. But when the first shooting string of warmth hit you, you realised what was happening. Your ears clued into the distinct groans of the alphas, but their salty-twinged scent covered your skin.

You gasped, wanting to escape it, but multiple hands held you down as more smells began mixing.

It was complete and utter sensory overload as the eight alphas (and one beta) stroked themselves until they came over you, their knots hot and heavy in their grips as sticky white covered you. You wailed, trying to get to your alpha.

It smelt wrong, like getting hit to the head with a sledgehammer as the scents covered you.

“Alpha! Help me! Make it stop, please,” you thrashed, and before long, the men were finished. You sobbed, completely drenched in their cum. 

Without realising it, your body began shaking, the touch starvation to complete overload from other scents sending you into a frenzy. The sobs that wracked through you were miserable, pathetic wails sounding as the anxiety hit you.

The men moved away to mingle, and your knight in shining armour arrived.

Nick’s face came into view, and you wailed with outstretched grabby hands.

He smiled at you. A genuine smile that had warmth flowing through your bond. He’d got what he wanted. You. Broken. And now his to put back together.

“Look at you, puppy. My beautiful girl,” he cooed to you, taking a soft towel Beck handed him to begin wiping away some of the cum from your skin.

“I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-“ Your teeth chattered as your heart raced in quick tandem. The panic was unrelenting, but your muscles were too spent to raise yourself and touch him.

Nick’s large palm cupped your cheek, and he leaned in close. His rings were cold against your hot flesh, which was a soothing feeling. “Tell me what you want. What you need, little pup.”

There was nothing left of you. The girl who was taken from her home was no more.

“Y-You. You. Alpha, help me, please. I can’t- Oh god- I can’t d-do this,” you cried between hiccuped sniffles, and Nick nuzzled his nose against yours.

“See? All you had to do was ask,” Nick gently jabbed, and the normal you would have snapped back. But you weren’t the same person anymore, not after what he’d put you through.

Without acknowledging the guests, Nick cleaned you up the best he could with the towel before he scooped you up bridal style. He began carrying you towards the bedroom, and it had some relief coming to your cluttered mind.

You wanted to be as far away from the other alphas as possible. The whole way up, Nick spoke to you like a new pet. “Such a pretty pup, aren’t you? My pretty pup. I can’t wait to give my sweet puppy a shower. Silly little thing, getting all dirty.”

He carried you to the bathroom and placed you on the cold tiled floor to prepare the shower.

But when he moved away from you, your brain just couldn’t handle it. He was too far, even though he was only a few steps away. “Alpha,” you whined, and Nick turned to look at your beady eyes staring up at you. 

“Say it again,” he rasped, fingers twitching at his sides.

“Alpha. Don’t leave me, please.”

“I’m not leaving you, pup. I’m trying to get the shower ready,” Nick smirked, the enjoyment of your attachment evident. He moved to pick you up, and this time he put you on his hip as he began running the water and getting all the things he’d need. 

“You’re a needy pup, aren’t you?” Nick said, but it wasn’t an insult. It was clear he was revelling in it. He manoeuvred you around while he undressed, and for the first time, you moved to touch him first.

You dragged your nose over his neck, inhaling his scent that had your heart fluttering and pussy clenching. Your fingers ran over his inked skin, feeling each chiselled muscle within reach. From biceps to abs, you felt all of it. This was.. yours? Could you call Nick yours?

The warm water hit your back as Nick walked you under the stream, both of you sighing in relief. It had been a long day.

“Are you going to get other omegas?” It wasn’t unheard of, alphas making a little harem for themselves. 

You felt the flash of anger through the bond, and Nick growled in offence. “No. I only want you, omega.”

“Why?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask. What made you so special? A small-town girl in a prime alpha’s world.

“Later you can ask all the questions you want. But for now, let me make you feel good,” Nick let your back rest against the shower wall, wrapping your legs around his waist so you were sandwiched.

The warm water covered you both, and your eyes fluttered closed. Nick took the body wash, using his hands to cover you in the suds. The distressing smell of the other men started to dissipate with each swipe of his hands, the scent replaced with something neutral before the strong smell of your alpha wafted over the top.

Nick rubbed the scent gland on his wrist across your body, allowing you to relax while his aura took over. It calmed you completely, your body going lax the more he touched you.

This was all you wanted now.

You shuddered when his fingers grazed your nipples, the nubs hardening the more he ran his fingers over them. He drew languid circles with his fingers around your areolas, the teasing causing you to whine, but you made no move to stop him. It felt too good.

Even if it tried, the water couldn’t wash away the slick forming between your folds. Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped at the sight you were met with.

Dark, lustful eyes met yours, and you felt swallowed whole by the way Nick looked at you. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?” He whispered, and you nodded.

Nick licked your cheek as his hands travelled lower, resting on your stomach. “Here?”

You whined and wriggled your hips, feeling his hardening length pulse against your ass.

“Use your words, omega,” Nick’s fingers tickled your tummy, and you laughed. When was the last time you’d laughed?

“Lower,” you breathed out, still squirming for contact.

“Hm, how about here?” Nick’s fingers moved lower until they sat at the top of your cunt, teasing your mound.

You gripped his shoulders, shaking your head. “Lower, alpha, please.”

“That’s my girl,” Nick purred before his fingers dipped between your folds.

Your body became ignited the moment he breezed over your clit, your cunt throbbing for any contact. “Oh, oh,” you moaned. “Please, alpha, right there.”

“Right here? Well, since you used your manners and asked so nicely,” Nick rolled your clit between his fingers, causing you to howl in surprise as the pleasure shot through your entire body.

After being starved and tortured, this was heaven.

He didn’t stop, beginning to rub your clit as he ground his cock against you, his other hand palming at your soft mounds. The sounds pulled from you were obscene as your body was, for once, manipulated for your pleasure.

The heat in your core started to grow rapidly, and the connection in your bond meant that you were feeding off each other’s arousal, only heightening the experience. Just as he could feel you, you could feel the burning fire coming from Nick. It had goosebumps rising on your skin and your hair standing on end.

“That’s it, puppy. Let your alpha take care of you.” Nick’s words were entirely possessive, and it only further ingrained his hold over you. Your alpha. He saved you from the bad men. Right? He took you away. And now he’s taking care of you. That’s not so bad, right? 

Your sounds started to hit a higher pitch as Nick increased his pace, leaning forward to lick and nip at your neck as his fingers didn’t stop toying with your clit. “Does that feel good? Having your alpha play with your puppy pussy?”

It all started to become too much, your body buzzing with the electrical currents of pleasure. Your legs began to tense around Nick’s hips as your core tightened. “Alpha, I’m– I’m going to–”

“That’s it, pup. Come for your alpha. Give me everything,” Nick snarled into your ear, and his voice's lewd harshness had you reaching your peak.

You came with a yowl, body shuddering as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your fingers gripped Nick’s shoulders so tightly that your nails dug into his skin, leaving crescents in his mix of black ink and pale flesh.

“Good girl, gushing against my cock. I didn’t even have to finger you,” Nick smiled, and the old you would have been cocky about how his fingers would never have been enough for you. But now, all you could do was give a small smile in return. Your alpha was cocky, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Nick leaned forward to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear as he positioned himself against your clenching hole, and you could tell he was smiling in the way he spoke. “Are you ready for your treat, puppy?” 

Nick pushed his hips up without warning, burying his cock deep into your awaiting heat. You choked out a moan at the sudden feeling of fullness. Having Nick stretching you out around his length felt right. A cosy feeling of home made you feel safe and loved. Like the best nest you could ever build.

“A perfect fit, just for me,” Nick grunted as he held you tight so he could thrust up, massaging your walls with each groove and vein along his dick. 

You closed your eyes, allowing your head to fall forward into the crook of Nick’s neck. He rolled his hips in slow, languid movements that had you constantly whining. The air felt thick enough to cut with a knife, but you didn’t need air when you had your alpha. 

The movement of your bodies together was slow and passionate. Nick’s hands gently pulled your head back, so your forehead rested against his. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips, and it had you leaning in closer until your lips met.

Both of you were drenched from the shower’s spray, making it easy to slide your lips together as Nick cupped your cheeks. He deepened the kiss, his hips grinding deep and hard as you bounced against the wall.

Nick bit your bottom lip, allowing blood to pool between you before he sucked it away, a hum mixing in with his groans. He didn’t break away from the kiss. Instead, he slid his tongue into your mouth, swirling it against yours and fucking your mouth with it. 

The action was vulgar, but it had your walls fluttering around Nick’s cock regardless. Nick’s pace started to quicken, and he had to pull away to let out a loud, whimpered moan. “So fucking good.”

His thrusts began to increase in rhythm, and Nick grabbed your hips to fuck harder into you. He tilted his head to the side so you could return to your spot on his neck as you clung to him. The pleasure was beyond intense, and it felt like there was nothing else in the world but you two. 

“Bite me,” Nick hissed, and you pulled back in shock. “You heard me. Bite me, omega. Right fucking now.”

Lost in the lust and the way it made your brain haze, your brows furrowed. Surely he didn’t mean his mating spot. You went to bite his shoulder, away from his mating gland, but Nick harshly slapped your ass in response, earning a squeak from you. “Don’t make me ask again, omega. Bite me.” 

Nervousness flittered between the arousal. It was common for omegas to bite their alphas. But there was nothing common about this companionship. If you bit Nick, it would only strengthen the bond you two share. The old you would want anything but making the bond stronger. But now, the idea of it was endearing.

Nick thrust upwards sharply, his cock brushing against your g-spot. You moaned before you let your hindbrain take over and lowered your teeth to Nick’s mating gland. Heart racing, you bit down.

“Fuck, yes, yes, that’s it omega. You’re doing so fucking good,” Nick howled, throwing his head back as he clung to you, his hips not faltering for a moment. His balls slapped against your ass, his demeanour growing more feral as the metallic taste of his ichor twanged against your tongue. 

You held your jaw firm, letting the bite take hold as the coils in your core began tightening again. The wash of arousal in the bond grew tenfold, the connection strengthening as the bite set. Just as he had bonded you, you had bonded Nick. There was no turning back now.

If there wasn’t water washing you clean, you’d both have been covered in a sheen of sweat as every nerve felt as if it was on fire. “M’c-close, fuck, you feel too good.” Nick’s thrusts began desperate and reckless, setting a merciless rhythm that had heat pooling in your lower back and blooming across the rest of your body.

“Alpha, oh, a-alpha,” you managed to get out as you pulled away, your back arching. You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your sounds.

“Let me hear you, need to hear you,” Nick gripped your chin, your face millimetres away as his knot began to swell.

Abandoning any semblance of reservation, you let the moans run free. The more his knot started to catch at your entrance, the closer you got to your orgasm. Neither of you could speak as your stuttered groans mixed together. 

Nick held your gaze as his knot finally stuck, his dilated pupils baring his soul as you felt the first shoot of his cum inside you. He reached between you, swirling his finger around your clit until you came with a wail.

The way you clenched around him milked his cock, his seed filling your plugged pussy. “Take it all, omega. My omega.” 

“Yours,” you sighed, letting your body go lax against Nick. 

He held you up for a few minutes, neither of you speaking as you enjoyed the moment of peace.

Peace. That’s what this was. No fighting. No running. No pain. Just.. quiet. 

All you could hear was your panting breaths and the steady stream of water. It was as if you stood upon a bridge, looking down at the river's stream below. The wind whipped in your hair, and you sat upon the railing that stopped people from falling. Did you want to fall? You could admire the view as you flew like a bird to the rocks awaiting below. Perhaps it would be like the movies where it all happened in slow motion, or maybe it would be a fast plummet that quickly brought upon the darkness. You swung your feet, staring down at the water. James was down there. He was waiting.

“Let's get you dry before you get a chill,” a soft voice called to you, and you looked over your shoulder to see Nick behind you. You turned back to the ground kilometres below. But James was down there. “C’mon, I can’t have you getting sick.”

A towel wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warmth that had you moving away from the bannister.

You blinked, back in reality. Nick placed you on the counter, drying you with care. “There she is. Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” you lied, letting Nick take care of you and himself.

“You’re a bad liar, omega,” Nick quipped, but he didn’t push you on it. He seemed content enough to have you yearning for him. 

Nick carried you to the bedroom on his hip when he'd finished, where Mace and Beck were waiting with the dogs sitting at their feet. “The guests have left?” Nick asked, to which Mace nodded. “Good. Make sure to pay each of them accordingly.”

Apollo came up and sniffed at your hanging feet, tickling your toes when he licked at you. You giggled, and it had the dogs ears perking up. 

“Go on, you can pet him.” Nick lowered you so you could kneel on the floor and give Apollo some pats. Hermes and Icarus quickly joined, all revelling in the attention from you.

“I’ve never seen them so affectionate,” Beck commented, a smile on his lips. 

It was an uncharacteristically nice moment as you played with the dogs. You were distracted with the pets as Nick, Mace, and Beck set up the room. A teapot of earl grey tea was placed on the nightstand, and a tray of fruits and sandwiches was on the bed.

“Puppy, we’re going to have a high tea. I need to make sure we get some food in you,” Nick picked you back up, taking you away from the dogs and into the plushness of his bed. The covers rustled as Nick lay you down. Before joining you, he lifted the duvet and sheets so you could sit under them. He propped his back up against the pillows and pulled you close against his side. 

Mace and Beck left, taking the dogs with them after they knew you were alright. Nick held a chicken sandwich to your mouth, and you allowed him to feed you. As he did, you couldn’t stop staring at the clock piece on his hand.

“Why two am?” You asked, eyeing the time on his tattoo.

Nick stiffened and froze for a moment. You’d stuck a nerve. It was evident in the way his eyes seemed glossier than usual.

“It’s not a pretty story, puppy.”

“It never is. Doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be told.”

Nick let out a sigh, picking at the sandwich as he kept giving you small bites. He pulled you against his chest so you couldn’t see his expression. “I failed to save my mother and sister at two am.”

“From who?” You asked, shocked at the admittance of such a loss.

“My father,” Nick gritted out, and he held you so tight, it felt as if your bones would break.

The answer confused you. Nick was acting kindly towards you now and obviously cared about the women in his family. “But then... Why do the work you do? If you lost your family to violence?”

Nick stayed silent for a moment, contemplating his thoughts before he spoke. “Because the world is cruel and hopeless. It’s no more than a chorus of dead souls looking for meaning. When people speak to you, they don’t look at you. They look through you. There’s no connection. There’s no saviour. It’s an unrelenting emptiness you’re forced to find a fill for. And this business fills that gap for me. I’m a slave to no one. I’m selfish. I make all the money I need. And it brought me to you, my omega,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and for a moment, you could swear you felt a tear drip into your hair. “Life is nothing more than sex and violence and a mix of resonance and quiet. But you bring me song, omega. A soft melody that warms my heart. The ends justify the means.”

“Why me?”

“My mother would have loved you. She always loved the smell of roses; you have that beautiful scent. She’d tend to our garden every day. It’s as if you sprouted from my memory of her. I knew from the moment I scented you that I had to have you. You make me happy.”

Nick pressed another kiss to your head before he returned to feeding you. You didn’t question him further. The one enquiry had unearthed enough. And you were tired. So tired.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, and Nick noticed with a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, omega. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He helped you lie down, pulling the covers up so you were snuggled tight. Nick spooned you, letting his lips rest against your shoulder.

You wondered if you’d dream. Perhaps you would dream of the sweet reprieve of death, something you’d thought about many times since you’d come to Nick Fowler's domain.

But as you thought about it, the idealism of perishing no longer seemed captivating. 

You wanted to wake up to your alpha, and continue to live with him. Live for him. For he was all you needed in this sick world.

Because Nick Fowler had broken you. He had won. And now he held your future in the palm of his hand.

Right as you drifted to a state of rest, Nick snuggled in close, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Fight me again, omega, and the consequences will be worse than your most horrifying nightmare. You’re mine. There’s no escaping that now. Sleep knowing your world is mine.”

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[dc418writes]

✨Pairing✨: serial killer!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader (ft. Robert Pronge)

Summary🪄: Never trust the back roads

⚠️: 18+, NO MINORS!! Soft,Dark!Ari, abduction, Minor character(s) death, mention of blood, a bit of Stockholm syndrome (maybe?), manipulation, language, hint of cult like lore/rituals

A/N🎤: Hey guys☺️! We got another spooky season themed piece based off Texas Chainsaw Massacre (movie and recently released game). Those who have read my works for a while know I usually stay in the lane of fluff, but as you’ve read above this is a bit darker in nature (please don’t read if any of the above warnings make you uncomfortable). So because this is new to me, I am v nervous lol but I hope those who read like it!

*Disclaimer!: although visual was made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*

“I told you we should’ve stayed on the interstate,” Brittany quips crossing her arms across her chest. “Now we’re out of gas and stuck on this hick-town backroad.”

“Need I remind you we wouldn’t be in this situation if somebody would’ve been ready so we could leave on time,” her boyfriend, Adrian, retorts turning the key in the ignition again to get the same result of his Bronco sputtering before going silent.

“Don’t blame your laziness on me! Who doesn’t get gas before leaving?”

“I had enough to get us to the halfway point we were supposed to be at-!”

“Will both of y’all shut up?!,” Cassidy, your roommate and Brittany’s best friend, shouts successfully quieting the couple up front. “Giving me a headache.”

“Now what do we do?,” you softly ask nervously toying with the ring dangling from the thin chain around your neck.

“If we knew we wouldn’t be sitting here now would we?”

“Hey! I get it Brit your frustrated. Don’t take that shit out on Y/N or any of us,” Cassidy snaps. Her best friend only mumbles under her breath sinking a bit lower in her seat.

“I’m sorry, what was that?!”

“Enough!,” Adrian shouts making you jump while the other girls look out their respective windows. Sighing, he grabs his phone from the middle console before unbuckling his seatbelt and turning towards the rest of you. “Let’s try to come together, alright?” Ever the captain trying to rally the “team”.

“I’m gonna walk up the road and see if I can find a gas station or anybody that can help. You three stay here and keep trying your phones to see if you can get anyone.”

“You’re just gonna leave us here?!,” Brittany asks as if offended he would ever speak such a plan. He doesn’t have time to answer from the knock on her window startling everyone in the car. The stranger’s almond brown strands framed his rugged yet model-esque face as his lips curled into a friendly smile. His large palms shooting up in surrender with a quick, “sorry!” giving all of you a show of his thick biceps and the veins that travelled up his forearms.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to see if y’all were alright,” he speaks loud enough to be heard through the rolled up window. His deep voice and southern drawl prickles your ears - and shamefully, other more neglected parts - wanting to hear him talk all day and night if you could.

“Yea, just out of gas,” Adrian answers. “Know where the closest station is?”

“I happen to own one 10-15 minutes up the road. I could drive you if you want?”

“Fuck no, we’re not going with him!,” Cassidy whispers to Adrian. “Where did he come from in the first place?”

“Cass this might be the only help we get. I’m not about to pass up the chance to get out of here because of paranoia,” he replies before turning back to the handsome stranger. “Sounds good, thanks.”

Once he’s helped all of you into his older model truck, it doesn’t take long for him to start the engine carrying the four of you down the road. Adrian sat in the passenger seat while you sat in the middle of Brittany and Cassidy in the back. The three of you quiet as the men small talked.

Adrian introduced all of you and explained your summer vacation plans - much to Brit and Cass’ displeasure - to the former stranger now called Ari.

Occasionally he’d ask if you all were okay or needed the air changed. His eyes unknowingly lingering on you a tad longer as you nervously smoothed out the hem of your flowy floral dress.

Knowing what you do now, you would’ve stopped Adrian from accepting his help. From either of you getting in that red truck and falling for a kind smile and hypnotizing blue eyes.

-

Waking up, the panic returns to your body not being able to move your arms and legs far. The heavy shackles attaching them - and you - to the cold, metal table below make it near impossible as their chains rattle pulling your extremities back with a sharp thud.

“Might not wanna move too much sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to hurt those pretty little wrists of yours.” The fearfully familiar voice has tears brimming your eyes hearing his footsteps come closer and closer until he’s stopping at the table on the opposite wall handling some tool. Without your glasses, everything looks blurry which only adds to your fear.

You lost them as you were trying to run away from your other captor. Long, stringy brown hair and thin wire frames of his own, he always seemed to wear black gloves and an apron splattered with some liquid you didn’t want to think about every time he appeared. This last time somehow finding your latest hiding spot as you all tried to escape.

First you were right beside Brittany, both of you shoulder to shoulder sprinting and nearly out of breath. Then suddenly you were harshly falling to the ground having tripped over something. She kept going, ignoring your hurt form as you were pulled along the clay like dirt trying to wiggle free as you screamed and sobbed calling out for help.

“Shut up! Maybe if you would’ve stayed where we put you, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” he spat down at you clearly frustrated you were putting him through all this trouble.

After finally settling on the delicate scalpel, he slowly stalks across the surgical like room. Shoes tapping against the linoleum floor while he admired how it gleams in the fluorescent light with every slight twist of his hand.

“Now,” he grins leaning down close enough that you could feel the warm air from his nostrils blowing against your skin. Smell the smoke on his breath from his earlier cigarette. “How about we get you out of those filthy clothes, hm?”

The back of the scalpel runs along your sweaty collarbone as he placed it under your thin, spaghetti strap. With one tug he could easily break it giving free access to your chest - especially with your arms being held above your head.

“I told you she was for last Bobby,” Ari speaks approaching your table and making your heart sink further. His partner, well Bobby, rolls his eyes begrudgingly sitting up to meet him now standing right by your leg smudged in dirt.

“Welp, sometimes life has other plans,” he replies with that devious smirk. Ari’s bigger than the man in front of him, easily being able to move Bobby out of the way with the thick muscles along his arms and back - not to mention those thighs straining to break free from his blue jeans.

You feel like a lab rat being observed by scientists under their intense gazes. Ari’s, though, mixed with something tender - almost enamored - that has you surprisingly not cowering away when he reaches his hand out brushing a thumb along your cheek to wipe away a fallen tear.

“Please,” you whisper between your sniffles. “I-I’ll do anything.”

Those words coming from your pretty mouth sparked something in Ari he’d never felt in all these years.

Plenty of his victims pleaded that same thing offering him any and everything a man could ever want, but he never budged continuing on for the sake of his family’s lineage. There was something about sweet you though, practically dripping with innocence and this light Ari couldn’t help but fall for. He saw that while you sat in the backseat of his truck and at the gas station quietly sipping your soda off on your own as you looked out the window towards the lush grassland across the street sprinkled with wildflowers. He actually felt guilty when he had to knock you out, hoping he wasn’t scarring your soft skin too much when he’d drug you to the storm cellar with the others.

Immediately, he wanted you all for himself and was ironically desperate enough to do anything to make it happen.

“Oh sweetheart, we’ve heard it all before,” Bobby teasingly coos. Ari’s emotion stays unmoving still gently wiping away your tears.

“I promise I won’t say anything!”

“I won’t say anything!,” he mocks trying to imitate your fear stricken voice before laughing to himself. He returns back to the table full of tools trying to decide between the rusted scissors or the butcher knife for his next torturous instrument. “You’re all the same.”

Peering up at Ari with wet lashes and red eyes, you whimper another quiet “please” hoping to see your family again.

And for the first time since your capture, that charismatic smile finds its way back on his pink lips reminding you of when he first appeared outside the car. Giving you a small sense of hope you should’ve known not to trust.

“Tell you what, I’m feeling generous so I’ll make a deal with you,” Ari speaks sounding so smooth as if the current environment around him wasn’t real at all. Bobby isn’t happy though, from the way he drops his tools stalking over to Ari.

“Need I remind you of your little legend?”

“Everything will be fine. Especially when sugar here helps us.”

-

You can still hear Brittany’s screams coming from the room deeper in the basement. They’re faint, being however many feet upstairs in one of the older farmhouse’s bedrooms, but you can still hear the agony and fear laced within.

Hear the betrayal uttered along with every “no don’t!,” knowing you were ultimately the reason for her final capture - and soon death. Before she was taken herself, Cassidy found a hidden message on one of the walls describing how to get out using only Ls for left and Rs for right. Pictures meant to represent exits on how to leave the property that you all nearly found if not for the hidden traps.

A light tap on the door has you holding yourself tighter, moving slightly higher up the bed fearful of who could be on the other side. Luckily - or maybe not - it’s a blurry Ari holding something in his hands. His heavy steps stop at the edge of the bed gently placing something on the brown comforter. Cautiously, you reach out to feel the cool metal of your glasses excitedly placing them back on your face to find them cleaned and surprisingly without a scratch.

“I thought you’d need those.”

His strikingly handsome face is soft with a tilted smile as he hands you a glass of water you rush to take craving for the cool liquid to flow down your scratchy throat.

“Slow down sugar,” he chuckles. “There’s more.”

Now embarrassed, you slowly lower the glass from your chapped lips handing it back with a shy, “thank you,” before wrapping your arms around your middle again. “A-Am I going home now?”

He sighs clicking his tongue and rubbing the back of his neck with his bear paw of a hand as if not exactly knowing how to answer your question. His expression has your face falling in disappointment as well as confusion.

“‘Fraid not.”

“But…you told me you’d let me go?”

“And I did. You’re not in those rough shackles anymore are you?” You feel foolish thinking he’d actually help you this time. He’d shown you the knife before, yet you still openly turned your back as if he couldn’t stab you.

Were you really that naive? Or was it something deeper at work you were ashamed to admit?

“Aw don’t look so sad. I’m just looking out for you,” he explains perching on the corner of the full sized mattress. “The moment you show up back home without your friends all fingers are pointing towards you.”

“I’ll tell them we split up! That I don’t know what happened to them,” you cry.

“That’ll only get you so far before eyes are back on you sweetheart. Parents and friends of theirs saying how you have to know something. That’s when cops get more aggressive too.” Ari dares place his hand on your thigh as a sign of comfort, and you don’t remove it thinking how he was right.

You wouldn’t be able to play dumb for long before you’d appear even more suspicious to everyone. That then left you with two options: jail or hide away confirming your own death along with the others.

Tears quickly tumble from your eyes at your realization, but Ari’s there wiping them away as soon as they fall and leaving your skin tingly where he touched.

“I know I know, it’s a lot to take in. But I’ll be there to take care of you. Just like I took care of Brittany for you.”

“F-For me?,” you ask gazing at him with tears still falling as you silently hiccup.

He nods. “You didn’t know she was the one to trip you huh?” Part of him hated to be the one to break it to you, but on the other hand he could just eat you up like a little sugar cube how innocently oblivious you looked.

Not to mention how you still managed to look so pretty while you cried on his bed. It gave him other ideas, but he managed to push those away for now.

“She selfishly sacrificed you, so it’s only right she get the karma she deserved right?,” he asks gently squeezing your thigh.

You knew she never liked you. For whatever reason, always looking at you like an annoying little sibling being forced to tag along whenever Cassidy would invite you out with them. She was a true friend wanting you to experience more than the four walls of your dorm and your classrooms, while Brittany could care less about you.

Although it felt wrong to admit, you nod agreeing with the man doting on you making his tilted smile return - and that gooeyness to your insides.

“You won’t have to want for anything here with me sugar. I promise you that.”

Every fiber and cell in your body is warning you of his promises. Reminding you of everything you’ve been through up to that point. How you should be careful with the man in front of you, who had a deadly switch that could flip at any moment leaving you in clear danger.

Yet the way his blue eyes look at you - really see you, which is more than you experience from most people - you feel honored he’d retaliate on your behalf. You feel special receiving such loyalty and care.

And with that, you lean into his touch softly smiling as his thumb traces along your bottom lip. “Okay Ari.”

[myfanficlibraries]

Multiple Characters

Series

1) Attic Wives Anonymous by @foxgloveprincess       Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Robert Pronge       Dark       Ongoing

2) Brat Taming by @imaginedreamwrite       A/B/O Dynamics       Characters: Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers       Ongoing

3) Conclave by @late-to-the-party-81       Apocalypse AU       Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers       Soft Dark

4) Fantasy Hotel by @deandoesthingstome       Characters: August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Hellraiser!Mike, Walter Marshall       Ongoing       Smut

4) More Hearts Than Mine by @imaginedreamwrite       Characters: Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Skinny!Steve Rogers       College AU       Ongoing

5) Mrs. Claus Show by @imyourbratzdoll       WARNING: Dangerous levels of delightful silliness!       Also a good amount of smut.       Characters: Ari Levinson, Bucky, Curtis Everett, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lee Bodecker, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers       Ongoing

6) Ruby Garden by @biteofcherry       BDSM       Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes, Curtis Everett, Lloyd Hansen, Nick Fowler, Steve Rogers       Ongoing

7) The Assistant by @holylulusworld       Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Mike Weiss, Steve Rogers       Ongoing       Plus Size Reader

8) The Club AU by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor       Characters: Bucky Barnes, Curtis Everett, Lee Bodecker, Loki, Thor       Dark       Ongoing     

9) The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars by @crazyunsexycool       A/B/O Dynamics       Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers       Ongoing

[mdemontespan1667]

MASTERLIST

UPDATED 11/13/2022 18+ ONLY

CURTIS EVERETT

-WHERE YOU BELONG (DARK)

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

-NOT SO SILENT NIGHT (DARK)

STEVE ROGERS / BUCKY BARNES

-ANYTHING (DARK)

PART ONE

PART TWO

-RULES

BUCKY BARNES

-THE TIES THAT BIND

-WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN (AU)

-THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR WALKING

STEVE ROGERS

-CAPTIVE (DARK)(WIP)

PART ONE

PART TWO

-HELP ME

-THE GIFT

-THE ARGUMENT

-THE BET

-IN THE FLESH (DARK READER)

-ONE NIGHT (DARK)

-SOME OTHER NIGHT (DARK)

-STRONG ENOUGH (DARK)

-TWAS THE NIGHT (DARK)

-THE LESSON (DARK)

-MINE (DARK READER)

-THE TROUBLE WITH COYOTES (DARK)

GERALT

-HIS WICKED WAYS (DARK) (WIP)

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

LOKI

-DESTINY (DARK)

ROBERT PRONGE

-THE FLIP SIDE (DARK)

ANDY BARBER (COMING SOON)

-THE MISADVENTURES OF MRS ANDY BARBER (DARK)

WALTER MARSHALL

-HUNGER (DARK VAMPIRE AU)

PART ONE

PART TWO

LLOYD HANSEN

-A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

SHANE WALSH

-AND I FEEL FINE (MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE/TRUCKS AU)

CROSSOVERS

-BLIND SPOT (NIGHT HUNTER AU FEATURING WALTER MARSHALL, STEVE ROGERS, BUCKY BARNES AND READER)

THE LONG WALK (PART ONE-DARK) (1)

JANE DOE (2)

STUPID GIRL (SOFT DARK) (3) (COMING SOON)

[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, Grumpy Grizzly, Shot Down

Word Count:  1.2k

“Yeah right, like anyone would ever want to date him.”

“It’s not a date, Madeline,” the girl grumbled, “not a real one…just say yes.  It’s an invite to a Rho party.”

“I don’t care!” she squeaked, looking away from her teammate, “I am not going to a party on Lee Bodecker’s arm.  He’s a pig and an asshole…”

“Most Rhos are,” her friend reminded her, “Just do it. Come on. You know they throw legendary parties.”

“You’re only saying that because Barnes invited you.”

“Yeah?” she asked, “What’s your point?”

“There’s nothing wrong with him!”

“He’s an asshole too!”

“But at least he’s hot,” she growled, pushing her friend lightly, “Bodecker is just…ugh…I don’t want to go into this with you…why couldn’t someone like Everett ask me?”

Her friend scoffed, “you want to fight that tigress that he’s had on his arm the past few weeks, kudos for you…”

“You get what I mean,” she groaned looking back away from her friend, “Curtis is a bear…but he’s thick in the right ways…Lee…isn’t.”

“Whatever Kia,” her friend replied with a laugh, “but I can’t pull any strings to get you in.  So it’s either Bodecker or nothing.”

“I think I’ll choose nothing!”

“I uh…I’m still here, you know,” Lee growled, growing angrier by the second as he glared at the two women who had proceeded to have the conversation as though he would somehow disappear.  They both looked at him, the chatty parrot shifters tinging pink as they became embarrassed.  Lee bit his lip and shrugged them off, “Whatever…I was trying to be nice because Buck asked your fucking friend, you uptight cunt.  You’re a stuck-up bitch with no ass.”

Before she could even so much as gasp in shock, Lee had skated off towards his teammates who were actively working on their defense. 

“Don’t worry man…I’ll make sure Buck uninvites that bitch,” Curtis said, hitting Lee’s shoulder, “that was fucking brutal to watch.”

“Or we can embarrass the fuck out of both of them?” Pronge smirked, his gaze shifting to the two parrots who were still gawking at him.  Lee looked away; his ego heavily bruised, “I can have em regretting talking about you like that.  They’ll be the talk of the campus…you know…next, after fucking Alana..”

“Fucking bitches,” he groaned, more to himself than his brothers, “why do you guys keep making me ask girls to our parties?  The only ones that say yes end up ditching me halfway through em anyways!”

“You’ll find a girl, Lee,” Curtis said hopefully, “I-I can see if Adriana made any cute little omega friends in her classes if you want…invite them for you?”

Lee shook his head, unable to handle the thought that he couldn’t get his own date so his friends had to do it for him, “Guys, I-“

“I’m gonna fuck that girl up.” Pronge decided, skating over to the two figure skaters who were still on the edge of the rink.  Curtis watched as the girl blushed, and quickly nodded her head.

“You cool with what he’s doing?” Curtis asked briefly, “I’ll put his ass in line if you’re not…”

“You know there’s no stopping Freezy when he gets his mind set on something...fuck you know how he acted out last week with that human he was dating.”

Curtis put his hand warmly over his friend’s shoulder, “we’ll get you a nice little obedient omega, Lee…don’t worry about it, sheriff.”

Lee gave a sad smile to his friend, and president of his frat, “r-really…it’s not necessary, Curtis…I think I’ll just hang out in my room and drink alone.  Maybe get some studying done…I don’t know…but I-”

“Be a man, Lee!” Curtis exclaimed, cutting his friend off while reciting their motto to the alpha.  He punched the chest plate of his friend’s padding to emphasize that he needed to man up, “we’ll get you your obedient little thing and you’ll be cuffing her to your bed, knotting the little slut before you know it!”

“Curt-“

“I’m gonna get you laid this year buddy!” Curtis smiled, cutting his friend off, “I found my mate and I’m not just going to leave you in the dust.  You’ve been my best friend since we were knee high, Lee…den brothers.”

“Den brothers!”  Lee groaned as his friend skated away.  He knew Curtis wasn’t joking.  The two of them really had been friends since they were cubs, and Curtis always watched out for the chubby alpha, making sure that despite his quiet exterior, no one ever took advantage of him.  But Curtis had something in common with his best friend that bonded them since they were cubs; regardless of how quiet Lee was; he had just as bad a mean streak as Curtis.  They’d even joked when they were kids that they’d find their mates around the same time and they’d be ‘den brothers,’ making sure that they had kids together that became best friends just like them. 

Any time Curtis had a girlfriend, he made sure Lee was taken care of too, and now that he had his mate, he was going to make sure that Lee had the same.  Lee was grateful, deep down, knowing that despite how people looked at the two asshole alphas, they always had each other.  And then there was Pronge. 

He was like the red-headed step-child of their little friend group.  A lynx, adopted by bears Pronge was a weird mix of his own instinctual habits with the ones of his learned family.  He was chuckling as he skated back, “Uptight little bitch.”

“She say no to you too?” Lee asked hopefully.  Pronge shook his head and he frowned.

“No…but she wants to make sure I don’t ditch her at the party and leave her with you,” he smirked, “oh…I’m gonna fuck her up good.”  

Lee frowned.  Another small dig at his pride.  His bear rolled over in his mind, over what felt like the constant stream of rejection from women, “Pronge, can we maybe not talk about how women don’t want to be stuck with me for a few minutes?”

“Don’t worry buddy,” he smiled, “I’m gonna be her little date for the night then get her really fucked up and let the pledges have their way with her…she’s gonna be on the latest installment of Rho Girls Unhinged.”

Lee closed his eyes and put his hand over his forehead, instantly rubbing his temples from the oncoming migraine. 

“Listen…I understand that you’re doing this for me…but I’m a cop, Freezy,” he groaned, “you can’t tell me you’re going to drug a girl and let the freshies take turns knotting her while you film it without her consent.”

“Hey, hey!” he said slowly, holding his hands up in defense, “I know what you do, buddy…I never said any specifics…and drugs?  What drugs?”

“Pronge…”

“You have such a wild imagination, buddy,” Pronge grinned, tapping his friend on the back, “drugs…where would I even get such a thing?  Who does drugs?”

“Bobby, you’re the biggest dealer on campus.”

“PShhhh,” his friend laughed, shooting him a wink, “Lee, you’re crazy!”

“Freezy-“

“You want first shot at her?” he offered sneakily, “I can blur out your face if you want…your little cop buddies will never have to know.”

“You’re fucking gross,” he laughed, looking back to the rink entrance where the girls no longer stood, “you know that, right?”

“And yet they always keep coming back.  They wall want a taste of freezy.”

“SHERIFF!  FREEZY!” Curtis called from halfway down the rink, “STOP FUCKING AROUND!  WE HAVE TO PRACTICE!”

Tag list:  @lohnes16, @bxnnywriting, @krissy25

[navybrat817]

Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

[littlelioncub43]

Ahh i love bobby. I wouldn't mind sitting in his lap all day <3 just playing with his hair, tracing his face ahh i need him now and i need him badly (also cockwarming yes)

Im abnormally soft for Bobby.

His favorite thing you do is when you cradle his head and kiss the bump of his nose. He doesn't tell you that, of course, but he adores it. Melts him instantly. Second favorite being a forehead kiss. No one has ever kissed his forehead before, so it's something special just for the two of you.

[babyjakes]

devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

warnings | extremely dark, the darkest thing i've ever written (we've entered dead dove do not eat territory; please heed ALL warnings.) canon-level mature themes: kidnapping, torture films, murder. implications that reader will be killed. robert is cold and ruthless. innocent!virgin!reader. filming of illicit sex tape. reader is blindfolded and gagged. restraints. medfet elements: robert's little setup is giving vintage white tile exam room, exam table, stirrups, those gd black gloves, speculum use. clit focus (puff puff content incoming.) vibrator. multiple forced orgasms. squirting. overstimulation. mocking and degradation. robert puts a cig out on reader's leg. written in 3rd person idk.

word count | 1,485

an | i'm kind of sitting here like wtf, ,, what is this and how did it come out of me lol. a little nervous to post, but i trust you guys to make responsible decisions about the media you consume!!! i'll probably never write something this fucked up again but for whatever reason it was just flowing out of me tonight folks, please again i'm begging you go read the warnings, like a second time through wouldn't hurt lol, and i hope you enjoy!!

Bringing its bitter end to his lips, Robert used one hand to draw in a deep breath of his dwindling cigarette, the other lazily holding a black magic wand in its designated place. He was nearly an hour into the day's filming session, and his subject was reaching a level of exhaustion and misery that made her more annoying to play with than anything else. But knowing he needed to milk at least a little more footage out of her before putting her back under and calling it a day, the man kept at the task. He tried to remind himself that he should be enjoying himself; considering the kinds of commissions he generally had to choose from, this particular case was a treat. A pretty little virgin, as soft and pure as the early spring rain, with the most stunning body the criminal had ever had the privilege of defiling. He could spend another thirty minutes at his station, watching as all the life and dignity were drained out of his poor little victim like blood dripping to the cold tile floor.

Through the musty cloth rammed between her battered lips, the poor girl's cries were escalating as her tormentor swirled the curve of the wand's slick bulb over her burning clit. Robert knew what her worsening wails meant; with a callous grin, he pulled his cig from his mouth just in time to press its smoking end to the girl's inner thigh as she came. With the howl she let out, he was thankful for the buffer the gag provided. "Noisy little bitch," he laughed as her juices sprayed out against his gloved hands. "That's it, slut. Fucking take it."

Glancing at the camcorder sitting off to his side, Robert considered his options. As much satisfaction as he derived from seeing how many orgasms could be wrung out of the poor thing before her body knocked her out as an act of mercy, his sadistic tendencies were getting bored of the monotony. Tossing the used cigarette to the floor, the man slowed the wand to a stop. He rolled away slightly on his stool, tossing the condom that was wrapped over the toy's head into the large black trash bag sitting in the center of the large room's floor. This far into his career, Robert had his methods down to a science. There was a way to keep everything clean, everything untraceable.

It was the whole purpose of his "worksite"; it provided a secure, controlled environment for the entire job to take place in, from start to flatline finish. The "set" was by far his favorite portion of the space, and understandably so, as it's where his sick imagination got to run wild for hours, days on end. And his clients were just as enthusiastic about the vivid stage he had put together for their subjects to shine on. It was somewhat inspired by a vintage gynecology office. He had the classic off-white exam table, equipped with a daunting pair of metal stirrups that were always positioned just a little wider than what would be comfortable. A sturdy set of restraints were of course a must, and to make sure the camera picked up on every agonizing detail, he had installed an adjustable surgical light overhead that could be aimed and drawn in to illuminate any area or action he chose. He hadn't struggled to gather all the tools and instruments he could ever want, either. A few of his buyers were licensed professionals themselves, opening the door to acquiring inventory from the big-name brands in bulk.

The other corners of the room had their designated uses as well: one with a filthy mattress for the unconscious victims to waste away on as heavy drugs pumped through their systems, another with large plastic sheets covering the floor, walls, and ceiling where the poor souls were hosed down (inside and out) before a bullet to the temple inevitably ended their long days of suffering. But most of their waking hours were spent on that dreaded padded table, the very spot where Robert's most recent capture was using the few moments he spent away from his station desperately trying to regain control of her breathing.

He returned to his position swiftly after switching out his soiled pair of black gloves for fresh ones, not wanting to waste any of his or his client's time. The sight of the girl's abused sex was enough to make the man drool; it had been quite some time since he had seen such a marvelous-looking cunt, so glorious in its messy destruction. Knowing he should share the beautiful sight, he took the time to adjust the camera, zooming in from a full-body shot to focus solely on the spot between the victim's legs. With the humiliating inspection he was preparing to perform, he wanted to be sure his buyer got to see each drop of come the poor girl let out, every twitch and spasm he would pull from her helpless body.

"Now let's see here," the man breathed as he brought his gloved fingers up to gently spread out the ruined-looking pussy before him. Noticing the way his subject winced as her puffy folds were pried open, he couldn't help but laugh in dark delight. He drew his attention to her throbbing clit, noting how much it had grown in size from all those unwanted orgasms he had forced out of her. Its hood was completely retracted, leaving the poor bud exposed to the open air. In a moment of perverted curiosity, Robert pinched the hardened nub harshly between his fingers, earning the prettiest sob he had heard from the girl all day. He chuckled once more, rolling and pulling at the knot of flesh for a few more seconds of additional torture before finally moving his hands away.

"What do you think? Should we try for one more?" he mused mockingly as he grabbed a plastic speculum from one of the drawers built in beneath the table, unwrapping it and tossing its trash to the side before pausing to grin deviously over his victim. Glancing up at her head, he realized it was still covered with a black hood he had put on her at the beginning of the shoot. The buyer had requested for her to be blindfolded like this for a decent portion of the film, offering the explanation that she was "afraid of the dark," and that he wanted to see her in as much pain and fear as humanly possible. The hood had served its purpose for the day, but now, Robert wanted the poor girl to see each and every way he was going to be violating her body in real time. In one swift motion, he reached up and pulled the pocket of fabric away, exposing her stunning tear-stained face. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted viciously. Just as he was hoping, her cries worsened as she saw the dreaded tool in his hands. He had a certain liking for holding up the devices he was preparing to use to see his victim's reactions; after all, he got off on fear and dread just as much as his clients did.

"Time to open up this pretty little cunt and see what kind of damage we did," the man enthused as he forced the tip of the instrument into the girl's drenched opening. By now, she had been well stretched out and ruined by her captor's horrific methods. Grappling with his usual lack of restraint and self-control, Robert had barely made the drive back with the girl tied up in his trunk without pulling over and popping that perfect little cherry on his own time, without a single camera properly rolling.

Turning the speculum as it was fully inserted, the man took great pleasure in squeezing the handle to force the tool open, each tiny click that sounded only stretching the poor thing's aching walls out to a further, more painful degree. "There," he sighed in satisfaction as the last notch was reached. Pulling his hands away, he gave himself and the camera a few seconds to enjoy the view of the girl's milky insides, so worn and sore from the days of torture she'd endured.

"Alright. One more," he finally hummed, using his gloved fingers to collect some of the plentiful slick dripping from the speculum before dragging them up to find that adorable little button he loved bullying so much. Her fading sobs were revived in an instant, her throat growing hoarse from all the screaming she'd done. But as much as she cried, Robert was determined to get one final orgasm from her before putting her back under for the day. After spending so much time making that pretty pussy as puffy and sensitive as possible, he deserved to see it coming all stretched out painfully over his instrument of choice.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Massage: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Masseuse!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 3: Public Sex: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 4: Degrading: Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 5: Knife Play: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 9: Size Kink: Beefy!Ari Levison x Petite!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 10: Blood Kink: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️

Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 12: Anal: Dark!Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 13: Choking: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 14: Phone Sex: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Needy!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙

Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿

Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader  🔥👿🕸️

Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 28: Thigh Fucking: Eddie Munson x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 29: Body Worship: Soft!Wanda Maximoff x Insecure!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 30: Daddy Kink: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

[georgiapeach30513]

Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 4

Summary:  Robert and Cherry talk

Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Robert X Cherry

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, branding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.3K

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“Dada,” Robert stares up at the ceiling in the bedroom, holding your sleeping body closer to his.  “Dada, hi!” Sundae squeals ring through the monitor.  Cherry was always the one that would get up with her.  It was their morning routine for him to hear that sweet voice on the monitor, and sleepily walk into her bedroom.

“Dada,” her voice sounds a bit more pitiful, and you open your eyes, looking up at Robert.  “Dada.  Aye, Dada!”

“Robert, you gotta realize, she’s a baby.”

“Pretty Girl, I’m not mad.  You get you some clothes on, and I’m going to get my other pretty little girl.  And I want to talk to you about something,” you nervously sit up, not quite sure what he could possibly be wanting to talk about.  He didn’t have that angry look on his face as he walks out with only boxers on, and you slip on a loungy shirt and shorts.

“Aye!” Sundae squeals.  She couldn’t walk, but she could hold herself up in the crib.  Bending her knees and bouncing up and down when she sees Robert.  Her mouth opening and closing before struggling to get out, “Pop.  Pop.  Pop.  Pop,” leaning forward to bite on her crib.

“Did you just give me a name?” You smile, sitting on the bed.  Lifting your knees up to your chest as you listen to him.  “Are you calling me Pop?”

“Yesh,” she starts bouncing up and down before holding her hands up, and falling onto the mattress, “Oh!  Pop.  Pop.  Pop!  Hi.”

“So I’m Pop.  Makes sense.”

“Dada?” She holds up both her hands in question, looking around Robert’s body to the door.

“That is what we got to talk to your mom about.”

“Mommy!”

“Okay.  Okay, let's grab a diaper, wipes, and the baby, and we’re going to see your mommy,” rolling your eyes because of course Robert didn’t want to change her.  He carries a sleepy eyed baby into the bedroom, and she wiggles around in his arms making grabby hands at you.  

Handing you the baby and supplies, he sits on the opposite end of the bed, watching you and Sundae.  The way she was staring up at you with her bright eyes, chewing on her hand.  Her chunky little legs flip her over once her diaper is in place, and she squeezes her hand at you.  

“What is that?” Robert asks, and you let her crawl closer to you.  “What is she doing?”

“Baby sign language.  She wants milk,” crawling into your lap, she’s the one that lifts up your shirt, and Robert just stares.  “Cherry thought sign language was a good thing to implement.  Especially when her speech is limited.  She can tell us when she’s hungry, or hurt, and even if she wants more of something.”

“That’s incredible.  You two really did a good job with her,” you tilt your head to the side, giving him a soft look.  “Last night didn’t go the way I hoped it would,” that was an understatement.  Last night was a fucking disaster.  “He was trying to make you jealous.”

“Yeah, it worked.  Worked on a baby as well.”

“And it won’t happen again.  Cherry can say what he wants to me, but you are out of the question.  And Sundae didn’t ask for any of this shit.”

“Freezy baby, you were doing so good with your swearing.”

Robert is the one who was smiling now.  He never imagined this life that you had given him.  Never could have foreseen a woman in his life.  Just one, and he is completely satisfied.  He definitely never saw himself openly willing to share his woman with another man.  But it wasn’t just sex between you and Cherry.  The two of you had created a bond, and love in between you.  He had become Sundae’s father.  As much as Robert wanted to be pissed.  He was thankful.

“I want to talk to Cherry.  Just me and him.  Not include you or Sunny because it gets you both upset.  Pretty Girl, you understand I would do any fucking thing for you, right?  That extends over to our daughter that is sucking so fucking loud on your tit.  Damn girl, is it that good?” She slaps at her chubby little leg when Robert gets a dastardly look, “I need to test it out to make sure it isn’t poisonous.”

“No, you need to go talk to our friend.  Our partner.”

“Did you teach her to say Pop?”

Sundae unlatches from you, sitting up to look at her Pop, and you give her mouth a little wipe, pulling down your shirt, and she scoots closer to Robert, “It was Cherry’s idea,” Robert cocks his eyebrow up looking at you, “After she called him dada, it became his mission to heavily show her pictures of you, and say your name was Pop.  She must have just put that together this morning.  Huh, darling.  Say Pop.”

Her mouth opens and closes, trying to get the sound out when she just blurts, “Pop!  Dada!”

“Even she knows that there’s supposed to be two of you.  So, now that you realize that last night was a disaster, why don’t you see if you can bring him back home.  In an actual relationship with us.”

“Yeah, I don’t like the way that sounds.  We share you and the baby.  I’m the husband, he’s the boyfriend,” Sundae gives him a little hand clap, her mouth lifting in a pretty little smile.  “And tell mama I got to try those titties later tonight.”

“Robert, do not talk about that in front of our daughter.”

“She’s a baby.  She doesn’t know what I’m fucking talking about.”

“Uck.  Uck.  Uck,” you narrow your eyes looking at Robert as Sundae repeats Robert’s favorite word.

“I’ll quit talking like that in front of her, but when it’s just us, and a possible Cherry boy, oh, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

“Uck.  Uck.  Uck,” she was already learning her Pop’s harsh way of speaking, and you couldn’t have that.  Waving your hand to shoo Robert away, you decide today would be the day that you unteach your daughter the word fuck.  “Uck.  Uck.  Aye!”

Robert slings his hand in the doorway, stopping Cherry from closing it in his face.  “What do you want, Robert?”

“To talk.  That bitch fucking here?”

“No.  Nobody is here,” Cherry steps away, walking back into this dump of a motel, flopping back on the bed.

“No bodily fluids were left on this fucking bed?”

Cherry looks back at Robert, glowering at him, “Not from me.  What do you want?”

“Last night was a terrible fucking idea. I should have listened to my…um, to Pretty Girl.  She just wanted all of us to talk.”

“About what?” Cherry goes from laying flat on the bed, to sitting up.  His hand rubbing over his belly while he yawns.  “I slept like shit.”

“Because you’re used to sleeping in my damn bed.”

“Here we go.  Thought you wanted to talk, but you’re wanting to stake your territory.  I got it.  She’s yours.  Why do you think I brought a woman?  I can’t do this Robert.  I can’t be the side piece.  The third wheel.  I can’t know that I spent months with that woman.  Watched her body change, and held her hand while she pushed out your daughter, but she became my daughter, too.  That baby means just as much to me as her.  So I’m either in, or I’m out.”

“Would you shut your fucking pie hole for a goddamn minute?  Shit.  I talked with her, and Sundae agreed, we’re ready for you to come home.”

Cherry yawns, rubbing the back of his head, while he thinks.  Ground rules needed to be set sooner rather than later.  He tried to have sex with that woman last night, but she wasn’t you.  Politely called her a car to take her home while he drowned his sorrows in a bottle of Jack.  All he wants is to go home.  Be with you and see his daughter, “It’s not that simple.”

“Make it that fucking simple.”

“It’s not that easy.  What is Sundae to me?”

“Don’t be a son of a bitch.  That baby is your daughter.  She fucking calls you dada.  Is that what you fucking wanted to hear?  She’s your daughter, but she’s also mine.”

“Was that hard?” Cherry gives him a smile, but there is still more that needs to be discussed.  “I’m not sleeping upstairs in my old room.”

“Fine.  Go the fuck on.  What else?”

“There has to be some understanding that I don’t want just sex.”

“What do you fucking mean by that?”

“I’m a sensitive kind of guy.”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

Cherry gives him a laugh, twisting his head to pop his neck.  The crack makes Robert gag a bit.  For someone who was a professional murderer, he had some odd things that made him sick to his stomach.  “What I mean is I like quick little kisses.  I like holding her just because.  I can tell when she’s had a bad day and just wants to cuddle.  And I can’t be walking past her for a hug, kiss, and an ass squeeze if you’re going to growl at me.  If we’re doing this, I’m all in.  All of me.  All of my body, and all of my heart.”

“I don’t want your fucking body near me, unless were fucking double penetrating her.  There’s nothing between me and you.  You fucking get that, right?  Like if our cocks fucking touch, it’s because we’re stretching her tight light cunt over two cocks, or she’s sucking on both of us.  Or fucking shit!  Stretching that ass over two dicks!”

“Easy.  I don’t want to fuck you anyways.  She would have all of my body and heart.  And I know, we’re sharing her, but I want equal opportunity.  And as hot as it is for us both to destroy her, you know it’s okay for just one of us, right?  And it can’t always be you.  Sometimes you gotta let me have solo time.  And not just with you stroking your cock in the corner, but you watching our baby, while I make sweet love to her.  This only works if we’re all on the same page.  I will share a bed with you.  That bed upstairs can be for when it’s one of our birthday’s or something.  Or for another kid, or…I don’t know.”

Robert breathes deeply, thinking closely about everything that Cherry had told him.  It was only fair that everyone was equal with you.  Feelings were involved, and they were so much deeper than genitals.  Even if he could shove his cock pretty deep in your cunt.  

“You know what you son of bitch, let’s go home, and we need to talk with my…our fucking Pretty Girl.  We’ll figure it out.  What I do know is that Sundae was asking for you this morning.  She got me, called me Pop.  And Pretty Girl — she fucking needs you.  Last night was horrendous, but she needs you.  She needs all of you.  So I guess this is where we are.”

“Yeah.  Let’s go home.”

“Hey darling,” you coo over at your daughter who was bouncing up and down, holding on to the couch.  Looking towards the door, and making grabby hands.

“Dada.  Pop,” she looks back at you, cheesing, and then looking back at the door.

“You hear the car pull up,” she gives you a head nod looking towards the door.  Hearing the door knob turn, she gives a little squeal, and when Cherry and Robert walk in together, her hands drop from the couch.  Giving one step forward.  “Oh my god,” you whisper, putting a hand over your mouth.

“Dada,” she squeals, lifting her hands up, and almost losing her balance.  Getting a determined look on her face when she takes another step.  “P-p-Pop!” A giggle comes out of her mouth before taking two quick steps, and crashing to the floor.  “Uh-oh!”

Deciding she gets somewhere quicker when crawling, her little legs shuffle her to the men, and she looks between the two of them.  “Yay!”

“I think she fu…she told us what she wanted,” Robert walks over to you for a chaste little kiss.

“And what’s that?” Cherry leans over, picking up his little girl.  He might not have helped create her, but he loved her like she was his own.  He holds her so tightly, as she pets and slaps around his face.  The moment of him refusing her, and leaving completely forgotten for her, but for Cherry it still remained.  He could still see her angelic face as she cried for him.  Arms reaching out, and he like an ass, walked away.

“She wants you and Robert here,” you choke out, watching the two of them.  You couldn’t stay mad at him.  “So don’t be stupid.”

“So you’re my girlfriend now?” The corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk, and you try to remain calm.  Try to not think about how him and Robert being open and okay with you having both of them was making your entire body tingle.  

“It appears that way,” you would give all three of them the world if they asked you.  You felt as if your job was to keep them all happy.  “Thank you for coming back.”

“There’s only one last thing for me to do.”

“And what’s that?” He walks Sundae over to Robert before turning to you.  His hands playfully run around your neck, until he takes off your choker, and you look up at Robert, eyes already shining, and lip trembling.

“Pretty Girl, after today, you won’t wear that choker ever again,” reaching into his pocket, he hands you a lighter, and you look over at Cherry realizing what is happening.  “If you want him in our lives.  Make it official.  I’m going to take Sundae outside for a bit.  You two be careful.”

Cherry was already laying on the couch with his shirt off when you leave his side to find some tweezers, “Where do you want it?”

“On my neck,” you bite at your lip, looking at him was placing the charm where he wanted it, and you giggle, walking over to him.  Wrapping his arm around your thigh, “Sit on me,” with the knowledge that Robert was okay with this coupling…tripling, you straddle his body, and hold the charm with the tweezers.  His hands rub up under your dress, cupping your ass, while you wait for the metal to heat up.

“You remember when Robert and I got our brands?”

“I do.  You were just this scared sweet thing.  And if I recall, that’s the first time I got to play with this pretty pussy.  I tasted your sweet honey,” you swat his hand from traveling up the front of your dress, and turn to look at him.  “We’re gonna need a bigger bed.”

With a devilish grin, you press the ice cream cone charm up against his skin, grabbing onto an empty vase, you add pressure to the metal, while he seethes.  “Hurts worse than you thought, huh?”

“It’s worth it.  Pretty Girl, it’s cooled down.”

Letting the charm drop off his skin, you give his chest a smack, “And don’t you ever make our daughter cry like that again.  She was inconsolable.”

“I don’t need to hear this.”

“Yes, you do.  You should have talked to us then.  You…you brought a stupid bitch here, and Sundae was confused.  This branding doesn’t change what you did.  You…you whore.”

“Aww,” his hand coasts under your dress, letting his finger rub over your mound, “I am a whore, but nothing happened with that woman.  I’m a whore just for you, and I wanted — I wanted to make you hurt, and then I hated myself for that, and then with Sundae…that hurt.  But I either wanted all of you and her, or none of it.  I can’t be the other man.”

“You weren’t to us,” he tilts his head to the side, and you couldn’t deny that you had led him to believe it was always going to be Robert.  That there wasn’t anything that could change how you felt about him.  Making Cherry feel it was an either or.  “You should have talked to all of us.  You got pissy.”

“I got pissy because Robert is possessive.  We’ll go over some rules, because I want this to work.  He wants it to work, and I’m going to guess you do, too.  And yeah, I should have waited, and not jumped into railing your ass when he got back.  I fell in love when you were pregnant, and the thought of him getting all that I had fallen for, it hurt.  I couldn’t think normally because I just hurt.  And now my damn neck hurts.  This needs to be cleaned, and I would like to spend some time with…Sundae.”

“She’s our daughter.  Yours, mine, and Robert’s.  And eventually…I might have persuaded Robert with a great blowjob, but our next baby is biologically yours.  I want you to have the same experiences as him, and he as you.  He missed out on all of Sundae’s early life, and my pregnancy.  He loves her, too,” Cherry nods his head, moving the hand that was palming you to your thighs again with a smile.  “He’s a good dad.  I don’t want you to think he isn’t. He adores her, and he wants the best for her.  And you need cleaned, and we’re going to play with our daughter.”

“And later we’re going to play with…”

“Sleep.  Mama is tired because she didn’t get any sleep last night because she was pissed off at you.  So daddy, let’s get you cleaned up, so we can see Pop.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Cherry grunts sitting up while you get the first aid kit.  

“Taking your shirt off was so unnecessary,” you slowly start cleaning him off, finishing with a soft kiss to his new brand.  Burned into his skin was the same mark that adorned yours and Robert’s skin.  “And I still want to wear the choker sometimes.  It’s cute.”

“Let’s go spend some time with Miss Sundae Pronge.  Maybe the next baby can be Blueberry or Raspberry, or Blossom.  Cherry and Blossom.”

“Maybe the next baby is a boy.”

“Reese’s pieces!  Graham cracker!”

“Why do the children need to be named after food,” Robert looks back at the two of you.  Sundae holds her hands while she bounces up and down with a cadence of Pop on her lips.  “Maybe he’s just…”

“Pie!  Cherry pie.”

“Most definitely not.  Tell your daddy and pop that if you have a brother his name is not pie,” Sundae just smiles, her sweet little face looking between the three of you, “She’s happy.  She’s at peace since we’re all together.”

And she was.  The way she moved her head back and forth looking between her daddy and her pop with the brightest smile, made those two men weak.  She had the two of them wrapped around her tiny, but chubby fingers.  Her scrunchy nose smile makes them ooh and ahh and at her.  Robert stands up, leading her to the grass, and grabs her hand.  She holds up her free hand for Cherry, and the three of them start walking around the backyard.  This could work.  And they would make it work for her, but also for you.  

You were going to have your hands full with the two of them, but it was definitely worth it.  You felt an ease engulf you.  Comfortable here with them.  Your family.  Your everythings.  You were sure there was going to be disagreements, especially with their two loud personalities.  But it was going to be worth it.  It was going to be work, and you were willing to work on it.  For them.

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Chum The Waters

Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x PlusSize!MafiaDon!Reader

warnings: violence, murder, gore, smut- my warnings are not exhaustive: dead dove, do not eat

a/n: welcome to part one. i've been sitting on this draft for like six months and finally i have dedicated the time to it. thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta reading.

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It’s visceral.

It always has been.

And Bobby thinks it’s something about that viscera that keeps him coming back for more, thinks it’s something about that sinew and flesh and how easily it rips and tears that makes him crave it like a fucking drug.

The skin on his knuckles is bruised, broken from jagged teeth and protruding bone, but he doesn’t stop. He loves his work, he loves the person he does it for, everything in his life has come up aces and he’s just fucking robbed Vegas.

He grunts as he lands another blow to the man he has chained down. He’s going to kill the guy eventually, but they all talk sooner or later. It’s all about finding that sweet spot of too much pain to stay quiet, right before you get to I give up let me die.

He has to keep them hopeful enough that they’ll survive, that something is still in it for them, keep them delirious enough to believe that he would let them go, so they’ll keep feeding him information that he can give to you.

The man below him grunts as Bobby’s knuckles crunch against his already broken nose.

“C’mon Baizen, you know how to make it stop.” Bobby swings again, Carter’s lip under his fist busting open. His head lolls forward, the flow of blood and saliva falling into his lap.

“I don’t fuckin’ know anything, man,” Carter sobs. He’s lying. Bobby knows he’s lying. Carter knows that Bobby knows he’s lying, but he’s still hanging on to hope that someone is coming for him.

“Your funeral.” Robert fists Carter’s hair, lifting his head so another blow can break his browbone. His goes to rear back and swing again, but stops short when his phone starts ringing a 16-bit version of You Are My Sunshine. He bought it specifically for you.

His thumb smudges blood across the screen as he swipes to answer, bringing it to his ear as Carter spits at his feet. Bobby’s face twists in disgust and he kicks Carter’s chair backward, the thump of his head hitting the concrete floor reverberating off the walls.

“Hey, baby,” he’s breathy from exertion and if you didn’t know for a fact that he was beating information out of another man you might be concerned. Confirmation of his activities coming in the form of Carter’s groan in the background.

“Hi, honey. How’s it going down there?” Your voice is corn syrup through his system, sickly sweet and tree sap slow.

“Pretty boy hasn’t started talkin’ yet, but I still ain’t busted out the tools either.” Carter doesn’t miss Bobby’s arrogance, answering with a choked laugh.

“Fuck you, Pronge,” he calls, blood pooling under his head from his cracked skull.

Bobby sighs, his heavy breath crackling against the receiver.

“He’s just a pusher, sweetheart. Not big enough to rile you up so much. You’ve never let me down and I know you won’t start now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Get what you can and come back to me. And don’t leave a mess!”

The lilt of your laughter echoes through the receiver, his heart skipping a beat or two as the corners of his lips curl skyward. Another soft Yes ma’am uttered before the call ends.

Bobby pockets his phone, the smile falling from his face as he turns back to Carter. He rights the chair he’s tied to and Carter’s head lolls forward, his chin hitting his chest as he fights the spins.

The slide of metal against metal makes Carter look up, his breath coming out in a huff when he sees the curve of the crowbar in Bobby’s hand. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, man.” 

“Not even a little bit. I told you that you knew how to make it stop.” 

Baizen takes shallow breaths in, steels himself for what he knows is coming as Bobby winds himself up like a Yankee’s batter. All Pronge really has to do is swing like he’s going to shatter Carter’s kneecap and the kid breaks. 

“Okay! Okay, okay, I get it. Fuck. Fuck!” Carter knows he’s about to give up his boss, knows he’s about to have to flee the country to be able to keep his ability to walk. Bobby stands there expectantly, twirling the crowbar in his fist.

“A few days ago Rogers got something like four or five trashbags full of fuckin’ body parts. They were all people that worked for him. People that had come through here to make a delivery and never made it back. They have a suspicion that it was Barnes. All the pieces looked like shark feed. So, they’ve called a meeting in Omaha to settle territory lines.”

The corner of Bobby’s mouth tugs up in a smile, the work that he’s had a hand in still unnoticed by mafia Don’s that seem to be unaware of his bosses presence. It was ideal, what you and he wanted, to be invisible until it was too late- and everything seemed to be going just as you’d planned. You were going to be so pleased with him. The thought of your soft smile pointed in his direction makes his cock twitch in his white slacks.

“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Carter brings Bobby back to the present, where he’s still standing in the dank basement of a meat processing plant interrogating a kid that can’t be any older than 22. He almost feels bad for what he’ll do next, but all is fair in love and war or whatever Shakespeare said.

“It was six bags.” 

“Huh?” Carter’s eyebrows pinch together, the implications of Bobby knowing how many bags of body parts there were taking just a second longer to settle in his brain. “Oh my god, it was-”

“Me, yeah.” Bobby takes lazy steps towards his toolbox, deposits his crowbar before reaching into the second drawer to pull out a sleek black 9mm. He turns and points it directly at Carter’s head, pulling the trigger before the kid can beg for mercy.

His whites are fresh, not a speck of blood to be seen. His hair pulled back into a low ponytail to get his hair out of his face, you always said you didn’t like it when he hid behind his hair. He checks his reflection one more time before he knocks on your office door, your voice answering from the other side and beckoning him in.

Your hand rests in a fluffy head of hair, your personal security sitting cross legged at your feet with his head rested against your thigh. Justin perks up when the office door opens, surveying the person entering for any ill intent. He knows Bobby, has worked with him quite a few times, so it’s not a surprise when he closes his eyes again and rests back against you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you croon, Bobby’s icy exterior melting almost instantly. 

“Hey, boss.” 

“How did it go?” 

Bobby closes the gap between you, makes himself comfortable in the chair in front of your ornate desk. You don’t miss the cologne he put on for this meeting, he always tried so hard to impress you. 

“I have a couple updates for you,” he replies, and you take the opportunity to get Justin’s attention. You hand him your credit card, plant a kiss on his forehead, and tell him to head down to the arcade for a little bit, that you’d text him when you needed him. Justin dismisses himself with a sweet smile only moments later, leaving you alone with Bobby, buzzing to hear the information he pulled out the west coast kid you’d caught.

You stand from your chair, round your desk so you can stand in front of Bobby, close enough to brush the stray hairs from his forehead. He doesn’t understand sometimes how you ended up a Don. How, through all your sunshine and kindness, you came into power over some of the most violent men he’d ever met. The thought of you covered in blood, terrifying and beautiful, stiffens his already aching cock. 

“What do you have for me?” 

Bobby clears his throat, gathering his thoughts through the haze you cause his brain every time you’re this close to him. 

“Rogers got your presents and they think Barnes sent them. They’re planning a meetup in Omaha soon to come to a truce.” 

Your blinding smile thickens that haze, it makes his mouth go dry when you point it at him.

“Oh, that’s perfect, Bobby.” He feels your praise deep in the pit of his stomach, and it’s not hard to see the way he already strains against his pants. “I couldn’t have done it without you, sweetheart.” 

You bend at the waist to kiss his cheek, a low moan rumbling in his chest when you make contact. You’ve always loved being in the position of power you were, loved how dangerous men prostrated themselves before your feet for the chance to make you happy. 

Bobby was one of those men. 

Smart, cunning, ruthless, and absolutely stupid for you.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he replies, his eyes fixated on your knees, the flush of his cheeks sending a throb straight between your thighs. 

“Do you want me to show you how grateful I am?”

Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.

Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.

“You’ve always wanted a taste, haven’t you?”

You step out of your heels, dropping the four inches they added to your height when your feet land back on plush carpet. The tip of your toe coasts up Bobby’s shin, using his knee to push your ass up onto your desk.

Your skirt is tight, but not so tight that you can’t pull it up over the globes of your ass and spread your legs wide. His eyeline moves from your face to the panel of your panties, already glittering with the arousal he’s caused.

His knees hit the floor, in worship or prayer you’re not sure, and his hushed oh my god doesn’t give you further clue. You rest your weight back on your elbow and prop a leg up, hooking a finger into your underwear so you can pull them to the side.

He looks back up at you for permission, the ring of blue circling his blown pupils magnified in his glasses.

Your fingers slip between your folds, the pornographic sound of your slick making Bobby growl with a growing need that he swears is going to consume him whole.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” you coo, leaning forward to slide his glasses off his face and set them next to you. “Come get it.”

His vision is fuzzed over but he feels like he could locate the center of your heat by smell alone. He lurches forward, pulls your thighs over his shoulders and feasts on your cunt.

His hungry groans vibrate against your clit, the plush of his bottom lip sealing off for a perfect suction.

“Oh, fuck,” you keen, your hands slipping into the hair he brushed just for you. “That’s it, Bobby. Just like that.”

Your praise only spurs him on, makes him flip his palm up under his chin and work two fingers into your already pulsing pussy. He feels as they get sucked in deeper, and he can’t restrain himself any longer.

The hand not buried two knuckles deep makes quick work of his belt, rips the button open on his slacks and tears down the zipper. He reaches into his boxers and tugs himself in time with your clenching.

His fingers hook up into your silk walls and the brush against your g-spot has your hands curling hard against his scalp, bucking your hips against his mouth and chasing your release. “Shit, Bobby. Right there.”

Bobby tries to time his release with yours, tries so hard to stave himself off until he feels you let go against his face, but he can’t. He spills over his hand like a goddamn teenager at a fucking drive in and his faltering movements have you looking down.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

He should be embarrassed, but he swears if he ever gets the chance to feel you from the inside he wouldn’t be so quick. Your smile down at him is still sweet, even though you’re poking fun, and he takes it as a challenge.

You drag in a gasp when he reattaches himself to your clit, his hands finding a renewed vigor in pushing every button he can find. You drop back against your desk, your knuckles cracking under the hold you have at the edge of the wood.

“Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t have to pull away for you to feel his grunted I won’t against your cunt. Your moans climb in pitch and volume and you fist the hair on either side of his head as you’re shoved over the precipice of your orgasm, his tongue laid flat so you can rut against his face.

He greedily drinks up every drop, the surface beneath your ass dry when he finally gives you reprieve. He stows himself away and shuffles your skirt back down to cover you, making sure your dignity remains intact in case anyone barges in.

It takes a few minutes to recover- for your heart rate to settle and your breathing to even out, but when it does you affectionately fit his glasses back on his face and drop a kiss on his slick stained cheek.

“Thank you, Bobby. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome, boss.”

He looks up at you where the tiniest amount of sweat has beaded against your hairline and thinks that you’ve never looked more beautiful.

You slide off your desk, fit your pumps back onto your feet, and settle back in your desk chair. You scoop your phone from the surface and text Justin that he can come back, getting a singular heart emoji in response.

“Would you mind getting in contact with Barber and letting him know that my patience is waning with those permits?”

“Anything for you,” comes Bobby’s reply, in a love sick tone he hopes isn’t too thick.

“You’re such a sweetheart. What would I do without you?”

It’s that sweet summer smile that makes his heart flutter, the one he’d dismember his own mother to see again.

“I imagine you’d get blood all over those pretty hands.” Bobby doesn’t joke often, so it’s always a treat when he does.

“Well, I’m an incredibly lucky lady to have you taking care of it for me.”

[arndylevinbarber]

THE ENDING OF SUNFLOWER I GASPED

can we please get a prt 2 on how the reader dies?

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Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x Reader | Robert Pronge x Reader (past)

Warnings: Fluff | Stalking | Major character death

WC: 929-

Part 1

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Lloyd kept his promise. He laid off work for an entire month to take you away in a secluded location near the beach and it was the happiest you have ever been in your entire life. Every morning was composed of him pulling you closer, whining and mumbling “Five more minutes sunshine…” as you tried to get up and get ready for the day. Honestly, could you ever say no to him?

However, secluded didn’t mean privacy for just the two of you. He insisted that he keep his men with him at all times just in case an emergency happens with the reassurance that he did not have any clients to tend and you had him all to yourself.

“Sunshine, you wanna go scuba diving today?” He asked as he took a bite of his breakfast, watching your every move as he realized that he missed the feeling of domestic bliss. He saw a future with you, a family even and he couldn’t wait to watch you walk down the aisle and have you hear his vows.

“Yes please! I’ve never done it before and those Tiktoks make them look so fun and interesting.” Beaming at your lover, you nod eagerly at his suggestion. In all honesty, you two could stay in the entire day and your happiness rate would stay at 100%. It seemed like Lloyd was everything you’ll ever need in your life and throughout this vacation, he kept proving your thoughts right.

“I’ll go make a quick phone call then let’s go, okay? Finish your food.” He says before getting up, placing an airpod in his ear as he taps away on his phone. You really didn’t care about his business because that’s not what entirely defined Lloyd. He had another side to him, a side that he only shows to you because you were the only one worthy of his vulnerability.

As you were almost done with your breakfast, you heard three faint knocks on the door followed up with: “Housekeeping! Complimentary breakfast for Mr. and Mrs. Hansen!”

Lloyd was out on the balcony and you knew you were safe in his presence so what was the harm in answering the door, right? Rising up to your feet, you make your way towards the foyer before opening the door to be greeted by an old lady holding a push cart. She made her way towards the dining room before leaving and you muttered a soft “Thank you.” just before you closed the door.

Being a naturally curious being, you lifted off the silver lid that was covering the food and your mouth instantly watered at the sight of different pastries plated nicely on fine china. Picking up a bagel that was already cut in half, you excitedly spread some cream cheese onto it before taking a big bite, letting the flavors register into your mouth.

It was only a few seconds before Lloyd heard a thud and when he walked back in the dining area, there you were laying down on the ground lifeless and quickly turning pale.

-

“Hey sweets.” The long haired man planted a sweet kiss on your cheek as he entered the kitchen, placing his apron down on the island, he then made his way to the fridge to retrieve a beer.

“I want to break up.” You spoke directly as you kept your head down, refusing to look at the man as you were terrified of how he’ll react.

“Okay.” It was all that he said out loud. Silly girl, you’ll always be mine.

The relationship you used to have with Robert was stagnant. What you felt when you got together was that you didn’t really love him to an extent of seeing a family with him and you stayed because he was enough to fill the void in your heart. He never did you wrong nor did he see you as just a toy for him to play with. You felt cherished and important and you really were. If only you found out what he really did for a living back then, you would know that you have major issues when it comes to being attracted to men who murder like it’s a sport.

After gathering your belongings and loading them into your car, you give Robert a goodbye hug and thank him for everything, even offering to stay friends. He only gave you a sad smile and one final kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll be here when you need me sweets. You don’t even have to ask if I’m busy.”

But you didn’t have to know about Robert putting a tracker in your phone as he watched where you were going every day. You didn’t have to know that Robert watched your entire first conversation with Lloyd and you definitely didn’t need to know that Robert’s target wasn’t you in the first place so you can only imagine the look on his face when you fell down on the ground.

-

“Cyanide poisoning?! Who the fuck got into that resort?! I need answers, now!” Saying that Lloyd was angry is an understatement. He was beyond furious and there were only two things that he wanted to do:

Have you back and alive

Kill the one who killed you with his bare hands

“We checked the CCTV footage and there was a man who snuck into the kitchen and added a substance into the pastries, sir.” A man showed him a tablet containing the video and as Lloyd took a closer look, he felt his blood boil even more.

“Fuckin’ Pronge… god fucking dammit! I need him here and alive, move!”