#always on my charles blackwood bullshit

[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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Hiiii Eury

Could I request thigh kisses with Charles Blackwood

I screeched. I'm Always On My Charles Blackwood Bullshit. Thanks love 😘

For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Old Fashioned DD

Warnings: pet names and dirty talk, vague pre-smut (oral f receiving) - my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

"Be a good girl, kitten."

All of the air in your lungs rushed out, your skin burning up from his touch. Yes, a good girl, his good girl.

"Yes, sir."

He guided you back on the bed, pushing your dress up and humming his approval at your compliance - nothing on underneath, as he requested. You looked over at the open door, and a look of worry crossed your face before your attention was completely ensnared by Charles and his hands pushing your legs open.

"Pretty thing..." His mouth close to your skin and the breath from his words made you shiver, as his lips pressed soft kisses on their way up your thigh. "All for me."

"Yes," you whimpered.

Charles chuckled, moving over to your other thigh and kissing the same bold line upwards. "Quiet now, kitten. Wouldn't want to get caught." His hot breath fanned over your core and you clamped your mouth shut, fisting the blanket underneath you. "Unless you want everyone to see, you want them to know how wet you are for me, how much you like being mine. Isn't that true, pretty girl?"

His eyes were fixed on you, his mouth hovering above where you desperately needed him, waiting for an answer. "Yes, sir - yours. Want them all to know!"

Charles smiled up at you, pleased with your answer. He lowered his head and murmured, "then let them hear you."

#hbc old fashioned drunk drabbles #always on my charles blackwood bullshit #charles blackwood x reader

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play with fire

Pairings - Lee Bodeceker x Reader, Charles Blackwood x Reader

Words - 1879

warnings - mild dub-con, fingering, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), mention of a gun (no violence), Charles being a dick

a/n - This was a thot I had a few weeks ago and finally had the chance to write it (when I'm supposed to be working on my books). I am back on my Charles/Lee bullshit to absolutely no one's surprise. Let me know what you think ☺️

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You were preparing dinner for your husband, the heat from the oven causing a sheen across your skin. He was due home anytime now and always wanted things to be perfect, it was one of the easiest ways to keep him happy.

The front door hit the wall as it swung open, a sign he’d spent the afternoon at the bar drinking, quickly making him another old fashioned and walking up to him you didn’t miss the smirk he had on his face. “We have a guest coming over tonight, make sure you’re prepared for me and be a good girl.” 

Your nerves prickled, sending a shiver up your spine. You didn’t know what he wanted, usually, it meant preparing drinks and being a dutiful wife, attentive but silent. You quickly went upstairs to freshen up, putting on the red lipstick Charles bought you from Milan and pinning your hair up in place. Spritzing on some rose-scented perfume before slipping on your best dinner dress.

You were so busy worrying about shoes you missed your husband leaning against the doorframe watching you carefully. You heard him whistle at your appearance and quickly adjusted your posture, turning to face him with a smile, “Is this ok?” He nodded and crooked his finger, beckoning you towards him. 

Taking the small steps across the room and standing in front of him you watched as he inspected you from head to toe, burying his face in your neck and breathing in the scent of your newly applied perfume. “Perfect, there’s just one thing I need to check. You know the drill.” He bent down in front of you, trailing his fingers up your bare legs and under the full skirt of your dress. They skimmed over the top of your thighs before he cupped your mound, one finger exploring between your curls and tapping your clit.

He stayed like that for what felt like hours, gently tapping and teasing you, knowing exactly how to get you worked up before he stood up and pushed his finger into your mouth, humming as you sucked it clean, leaving an imprint of your lip colour behind. He smirked and leaned forward, whispering in your ear, “we know where I want this lipstick, maybe if you’re a good girl for me you can give me what I want later.”

With that, he left the room and you quickly reapplied your makeup before scurrying downstairs to make a batch of cocktails for your forthcoming guests. 

There was a firm knock at the door, you’d never heard one so loud before and it made you jump. Charles rolled his eyes at you, slapping your butt and telling you to pour some drinks while he welcomed your guest. 

You cut up a lemon, adding it to a glass with ice and poured over the freshly made Tom Collins, having a small dram of gin to ease your nerves before making yourself a virgin version. You couldn’t handle your liquor quite as well as everyone else and couldn’t risk upsetting Charles tonight. 

The booming voice of the Sheriff echoed through the house, as he let himself into the reception room and sat down with a huff. You were alarmed at how quickly he made himself at home, helping himself to the candy in the bowl on the side. 

You passed him and Charles both a drink and excused yourself to check the food was still ok to serve. Stirring the sauce and breathing a sigh of relief you start to plate up, getting out your fancy dinnerware and putting some beers in the fridge for later.

You were just about finished when you heard the men’s raised voices and cross words in the other room, quickly followed by Charles calling your name. Assuming his glass had run dry you grab the pitcher on your way and smile as you enter the room. 

Charles was attempting to conceal his anger, the telltale signs of rage blossoming as a red across his throat and up to his cheeks. You looked at both men, quietly topping up their glasses, noticing the Sheriff hadn’t drunk much of his at all. 

He smiled at you and looked you up and down, his eyes hovering around your chest a touch too long before winking at you and sitting back, his legs spread wide and arm thrown across the back of the chair. 

Charles surprised you by suddenly standing close behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “How about we come to an arrangement, Sheriff? I see how you look at my little dove here, maybe you have a little fun with her and all the charges against me just go away?”

Your stomach lurched, he couldn’t possibly be suggesting you sleep with this almost stranger. You tried to turn and look at him in protest but he brought his hand up to your face, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at the man in front of you. The look on the Sheriff’s face surprised you, he slowly smirked at you, licking his bottom lip and raising an eyebrow, “What about what the little lady wants?” 

Before you could answer you heard a sneer behind you, Charles gripped the hem of your skirt and slowly lifted it, “Let’s see how she feels about it shall we?” Before you could stop him he had exposed you, the Sheriff was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees as he took in the sight in front of him. 

Charles swiped his finger through your folds, humming as he felt how wet you were, he brought his finger up to your mouth and smeared your juices across your bottom lip, smudging your lipstick. “I think she likes this idea more than she wants to admit.” 

His hand travelled back down your body, he took two fingers and spread your pussy open, “Take a good look at her, see how excited she is already?” You closed your eyes as the shame washed over you, you felt how your pussy quivered under the eyes of the Sheriff, clenching around nothing as his thumb swiped over your clit gently. 

“You like that Princess? Like it when Daddy touches you here?” You couldn’t stop the moan that fell out of your mouth, nodding your head and grabbing his wrist to keep it in place as he teased you. Charles hummed in delight and walked away, taking a seat behind you both. You watched him sit down and wink at you before Lee pulled you into his lap.

His hand remained under your skirt, his thumb continuing to rub your clit softly, a feeling that drove you mad. You looked at him closely for the first time, taking in the beautiful features on his face. His plump lips looked so inviting and you couldn’t help yourself, you leaned in and kissed him, your tongue softly lapping at his bottom lip begging for more. His free hand wrapped around the back of your head and he kissed you roughly, thrusting his tongue into your mouth and speeding up his rhythm on your clit. 

You moaned into his mouth and rolled your hips desperate for more but instead, he stopped, squeezing your hip and rubbing his nose against yours. You couldn’t stop the whine that left your mouth, chasing his lips for more. “Seems like your wife here is a needy little thing. What’s wrong Blackwood? Can’t satisfy her? Seems like she needs a real man to show her how it’s done.” 

You didn’t even have time to protest before he flipped you both round, your back hitting the soft cushions of the sofa and knocking the air out of your lungs. “Let’s see what we’re working with shall we?” He helped you out of your dress, throwing it towards Charles and looked down at your shivering form. The chill in the air causing your nipples to harden, Lee growled low under his breath before taking one of them in his mouth, his hand teasing the other.

You had never felt anything quite like it before, Charles often just took what he needed and forced you to finish yourself off while he cleaned up in the bathroom. Lee however was taking his time, you were getting so worked up you had no idea it could feel like this. 

Arching your back and begging him for more, your hand ran through the soft fluff of his hair gripping it at the root and causing him to moan. He looked up at you, watching your face as he swapped nipples, teasing you with the firm tip of his tongue. You felt his thigh pressing against you and instinctively moved your hips, grinding down and leaving a wet patch on his uniform. 

Charles cleared his throat across the other side of the room and you stopped, turning your head towards him not able to make eye contact. He looked so angry, despite the tent in his trousers, this was his idea and you were doing what your husband wanted. He stood up and didn’t manage to take even one step towards you both before Lee had his gun pointed at him, “Sit down Blackwood, the grown-ups are having fun over here.”

You sniggered, hiding your face behind your hand before either of them noticed, Lee holstered his gun and moved your hands away. “Let’s have some real fun, Princess.” He kissed down your body slowly, mapping out your sensitive spots and focusing on them where he could before he stopped between your legs.

Pushing your legs wider you watched him lick his lips before he dipped his head down. He licked and slurped at your pussy, holding your legs back with his shoulders as his fingers pinched your nipples. The sensations were overwhelming, like nothing you’d ever felt before, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly. 

Looking over at Charles, he was sitting watching you with an almost feral look on his face. He squeezed his cock with one hand, the other gripping the cushion beneath him. You couldn’t watch him for too long, an unfamiliar feeling built up inside you quickly, a rush of wetness gushed out of you as you saw stars. Your whole body was quivering, your breathing was heavy and you whimpered. 

Lee sat up and looked down at you proudly, he was a messy eater and you were shocked by the sheen covering his face. You were even more shocked when he leaned over you and gripped your cheeks in one of his large hands before kissing you. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, massaging your tongue with his before pulling back and sucking on your bottom lip. 

He stood up and took one last look at you, laid out on the sofa catching your breath before turning back to Charles. “I got her all warmed up for ya, don’t let her down again.”

Charles stood and walked over to you as Lee left, taking in your trembling body and whistling. He leaned in to kiss you but you pushed him away, shaking your head and walking to the bathroom, you half-turned back to him and looked him up and down, “I think we have a lot to talk about don’t you Blackwood.”

Part 2? I have something in mind for them Lee and Reader

#lee bodeckerxyou #lee bodeckerxreader #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood

[pixi3du5t]

𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖁𝕾 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉: 𝕻1

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader, DARK!Charles Blackwood x Reader-past relationship/possible future.

Word count: 1,486

Warnings: 18+ (Mainly for future reference.) Mature scenes, violence, vulgar language, mentions of abuse, physical assault, name calling(non sexual), mentions of blood/cuts, torment, threats of violence/forced sexual activities, mentions of alcohol abuse, brief mention of murder(Jacob), affair.

A/n:PLEASE NOTIFY ME IF ANY WARNINGS HAVE BEEN MISSED AND I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE, THOUGH I WILL STRESS THIS STORY IS NOT FOR A SENSITIVE AUDIENCE. IT WILL GROW MORE DARK IN FUTURE CHAPTERS. It’s taken a lot for me to finally post this, so I hope you like it!

Summary: Amid marriage problems, two neighbours find themselves gravitating towards each other.

Tonight just wasn't your night! Three times you have attempted to go to bed-THREE TIMES-and still not a wink of sleep granted to you. Whether it be your phone chirping, your daughter crying or your neighbour's dog barking, something always seemed to keep you awake. This being why when your fourth attempt was interrupted by an insistent banging, you completely blew your lid!

Marching downstairs with not a single weapon in hand, you hastily unlocked the door and swung it open to come face to face with your ex-husband. Just like that, all hope for a good night's sleep flew out the window.

"There she is! My darling WIFE!" Charles spat, stumbling into the rocking chair that sat beside your front door. "You having a good night, baby?"

Not having room to deal with his bullshit, you waltzed out onto your porch and shoved him down the three steps leading up to your door. It amazed you how he was even able to withhold his balance since it was clear that he had been drinking.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" You screeched, hoping the malice in your voice told him just how aggravating his presence was to you. "Our daughter is right upstairs!"

The mention of his little girl struck a chord in him, reminding him of why he was here in the first place.

"Exactly! That's my problem!" He roared. "Our daughter is only metres away from a kiddy killer!"

Okay, now you were way past being livid. Not only were you sick of the game 'who's the worst parent', but you had enough of people trash-talking Jacob Barber. In your eyes, he will always be the innocent little boy who used to purposely kick his ball into your yard, hoping to con you into giving him a taste of whatever delicacies you had been cooking up in the kitchen.

"Leave him out of this!" You hissed.

"Why? Are you afraid his daddy might hear me? Good! I hope he does! It will finally give me the chance to kick his ass!"

His confession provoked a giggle from your lips. There was no way your dead beat of an ex-husband could so much as graze the god-like specimen next door, let alone kick his ass. The thought of it was way too bizarre for you to be able to take the threat seriously.

"Yeah. You like that baby?"

Unfortunately, it appeared that the said deadbeat failed to recognise that you were laughing at him, not with him. Thus, leading him to cage you up against the porch railing with a suggestive smirk written across his lips.

Not having the stomach to allow this man to touch you any further, you tiptoed up to his ear and seductively whispered. "What I LIKE is the thought of that beefy dilf next door kicking your ass so far up this lawn you will be tasting my mother's dahlias for weeks!"

Suddenly, his suggestive grip tightened to the point crescent marks were engraved into your skin. The flirty smile shifted into a dark, twisted sneer and all humour dissipated into nothing but pure rage. You had provoked the beast, meaning now you were going to pay for it.

"Listen here, bitch!" He growled, ignorant to the whimper that left your lips as he grasped your hair. "I've had enough of this fake successful ex-wife act! Now, you're going to get on your knees and suck my dick like the little prostitute you are!"

Fear engulfed your body like a wave against the shore. Every inch of your body began to tremble at the far too familiar look in his eyes. It was the same one he had given to you many times before he used your body as a punching bag. The difference is, it looked a lot darker now, leading you to believe your punishment if you do not comply will be worse than imaginable.

"Everything alright over there?"

The voice of Andy Barber reached your ears, causing a spark of hope to inflict itself into your chest. You wanted to take back all the negative comments you had ever made about him working late, for it was that what caused him to come upon your currently crumpled form.

"Yeah. Just go on inside, pal!" Your ex dismissed, paying the man no mind.

Tearing your gaze away from the eyes that continuously haunted your dreams, you willed yourself to leer into the speckled globes of your saviour. He appeared to be having a silent battle with himself. You knew it was because he had most likely grown tired of escorting this man off of your premises. Still, you knew there was a part of him that couldn't allow you to be hurt.

It made you wonder if this could be what caused him and his wife to argue almost every night. Maybe she didn't like how her husband always seemed to swing to your aid-it's exactly why you have refused his help in the past. Not that you got anywhere as Andy dismissed you every single time.

"I wasn't talking to you!" Andy scoffed. "I was talking to her."

Kind eyes observed your quivering figure seeming to be making sure there was not a single mark tainting your skin. Andy familiarised himself with each freckle on your face until he slowly lowered his inspection down your body. It wasn't till he came across the bottom half of your figure did his jaw clench, indicating that he wasn't at ease with what he saw.

Curious, you tilted your head as far as it could go and came across a site that provoked a gasp from your lips. Due to the amount of adrenaline pumping through your veins, you had failed to feel your knees scuffing against the hard gravel. If it weren't for Andy, you probably wouldn't have noticed the crimson liquid painting your flesh.

"Is that right?" Charles grunted, roughly raising you from the ground and pinning your back to his chest. "Well, honey. Why don't you tell Mr Barber here to BUZZ OFF so we can get back to business? Okay?" At the end of his sentence, he placed a teasing kiss upon your neck. Amid your disgust, you failed to notice the warning look that said Barber was giving your assailant.

Now, you were at a loss of what to do. Do you give in to Charles and suffer in ways that encouraged you to divorce him in the first place? Or do you push aside your independence to seek out your gracious neighbour's help? A part of you felt like you had to turn Andy away, for you didn't want to ruin his marriage any more than you have already, yet the thought of letting your ex into the home where your daughter slept caused bile to rise in your throat.

Straightening your shoulders, you blinked away your tears and looked at your neighbour in his ocean blue eyes. "Please, don't leave me alone with him!"

At the sound of your disobedience, Charles let out a vicious yell. "You fucking bitch!" He then tossed your body to the ground, permitting a shriek from your quivering lips.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Andy growled, shoving Charles away from where you lay. "That's the mother of your child!"

Stumbling to the ground, Charles seemed to sober up at the mention of your daughter. He'd done it again, screwed up any chance he had at being in Lilly's life, in your life. All because your friend had informed him that you still allow Jacob near your daughter. Like he was such a saint!

Releasing a scoff at the drunken fool, Andy decided to trade his attention away from him and instead assisted you in standing from the solid concrete.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, delicately tracing the back of your hand with his thumb.

Nodding your head, you swallowed down the onslaught of tears that threatened to escape your irises. "Yes." You breathed, staring into his alluring eyes.

Maybe Laurie was right to be threatened by your relationship with her husband since the emotions that you were feeling at that moment were far from innocent.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry!" Your ex blabbered on, sobbing into the earth that caressed your feet.

As cruel as you may sound, you felt no sympathy for the man that had caused you so much grief. He had brought this on himself, and you weren't going to allow him the chance to walk all over you anymore.

"Go home, Charles!" You demanded. "And sober up! Coz come morning, I'll be filing for full custody of Lillian!"

The information caused a dark look to overtake his features.

"Good luck." He smirked, sending a chill up your spine.

Just as you were about to question him on his sudden confidence, Andy was escorting you back inside your home.

#andy barber #charles blackwood #writing #my fic #andy barber x reader #charles blackwood x reader #chris evans #defending jacob #andy barber fanfiction #love affair #reader #reader insert #triggering stuff #violence #reblog #crossover #sebastian stan #charles blackwood fanfiction #drunk dazed #scenarios

[wish-that-i-was-buckys-girl]

A/N: Hello again! This is apart of my pop song series with Sebastian Stan Characters. This one is Mob! Charles Blackwood and the reader. It is based off the song “my boy” by Billie Eilish. I figured the song would be perfect for this character and this trope. Specifically the line “my boys and ugly crier, but he’s such a pretty liar and by that I mean, he said he’d change.” There are other lines that fit as well but this one stuck with me the most. I hope you enjoy :)

Summary: Your boyfriend is a mob boss. He’s always working and you’re always worried. You never get the attention you deserve, will he be willing to change his ways for you?

My Boy Part 1

(Not my gif)

You hated living in Chicago. Well, hate was a strong word. You hated where you lived in Chicago. You couldn’t walk to the tourist attractions to distract yourself from being home alone all day long. You loved the museums, and your boyfriend Charles always gave you money to take a cab and treat yourself as you’d like, but you preferred to walk.

You loved to visit the Museum of Natural History and the Aquarium. You’ve seen them a million times, but you couldn’t get enough of the vast amounts of information it held. You would sit in front of the dinosaur exhibit for hours, wander the Egyptian exhibit until they closed, and do it all over again the next week.

You also didn’t hate your home in Chicago, if you would even it call it a home. It was a beautiful house, just empty. You didn’t like to call your home a mansion, even though it was. Unlike Charles, you were humble when discussing your possessions. However, all the marble countertops and comfy furniture in the world wouldn’t make up for the deafening silence that filled the halls every day.

You weren’t afraid of the city. Your boyfriend practically ran it, that’s what he told you anyways. You would believe it, too. Charles never stated exactly what he did for a living, but you picked up on his endeavors by the second month of the relationship. That’s when he stopped giving you the proper amount of attention, and stayed out all hours of the day and night. You overheard phone calls of an angry man demanding his money by the next Friday, sometimes even threatening men’s families. You knew it was all wrong, but you just couldn’t believe that Charles, your Charlie, would ever do something like that. You thought, or at least hoped, they were all empty threats. You didn’t know what you would do if you found out they weren’t.

You knew being involved with the mob was dangerous, leaving you to worry every hour of every day when Charles wasn’t with you. Would he be killed if a deal didn’t go right? You hated being left alone with your thoughts. Not to mention you missed your boyfriend. What time you did spend together made you so incredibly happy. You were his princess, and he would always take care of you to the best extent. Draw you a bath, rub your back, give you tiny kisses all over your body. He was a completely different man at home. You figured none of the “guys” have or will ever see this side of him. He would probably get harassed out of town if they did see the way he treated you.

Those days are few as far between. You were at your wits end, begging him to stop the deals, lies, and even potential murder of families. You were scared. Not only for your life but especially his. He would always tell you the same thing.

“I promise I’ll stop baby, please, you just gotta let me finish this one deal.”

“Babydoll, you know I’m gonna quit, just be patient for me okay? Can you be a good girl?”

“Princess I have to take care of you. How am I gonna take care of you if I lose my job? I want the best for you sweetheart, please just give me more time to make arrangements for us.”

You were tired of the lies, tired of waiting around for the day he would finally choose you over his job. This was the last straw. When he came home tonight (like he said he was going to) this would be the last time you asked him to choose you. If he gave you another bullshit excuse, you were going to walk out the door and never look back.

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Charles returned home from his “job” at an ungodly hour, 3AM to be exact. You stayed up to confront him. You didn’t care how long you had to stay up, only compromising that if it reached noon the next day, he probably wasn’t coming home for a while.

He was surprised to see you awake, his face turning from confusion to anger.

“Babydoll what are you doing up this late?”

“Waiting for someone important to get home. Aren’t you excited to see me?”

He knows he needs to control himself.

“I am irritated, but of course I’m excited to see you. You should be getting to bed. Cmon, I’ll come join you. We can watch your favorite Disney movie.” He says enticingly.

You were tempted, daydreaming of going upstairs to cuddle and watch Y/F/M. You needed to stay strong though. Confront him with the truth.

He begins to turn on his heel and make his way up the staircase.

“No, Charles. We need to talk.”

He rolls his eyes with his back still facing towards you. He puts a smile on his face before he whips around. “Why on earth do we need to talk Angel? I thought you would be happy to see your daddy...”

You were. You were practically bursting at the seams, wishing you could run up to him and shower him in hugs and kisses. You loved him so much, but you needed to set your limits. You deserved to be happy.

“I miss you. You’re never here. I feel like all I do is ask you to stay when you come home. You always promise me that you will ‘eventually.’ When will that day come Charles? When will you give me the love that you promised?”

He looked like a wounded animal as you spoke to him. He looks at you with what seems like confusion, hurt, and disappointment. You couldn’t tell if that disappointment was targeted at himself or you.

“I-, baby you know I love you. Why would you say that I don’t give you the love that I promised? Of course I’m going to quit this job. I already have a job lined up in Connecticut. We can stay with my cousins. I just need to finish up one more deal. Can you wait for me sweetness? Can you be a good girl and wait for your daddy to finish his last and only job?”

You heard that lie too many times. Empty promises. When will it end?

“I’m done” you whisper.

He comes closer to you.

“...what?”

“I’m done Charles. I can’t do this anymore with you.” You feel the hot tears brimming in your eyes.

“Y/N, please, please don’t leave me. I need you.” His eyes seem to also tear up, but you don’t notice. You needed to get out of here. You needed to leave.

You started to make strides to the door. You’d worry about the finer details later. Collecting your clothes didn’t feel as important in the moment.

He grabbed your arm.

You finally looked at him. He was a wreck. Tears flooding his red cheeks. You hadn’t noticed but his hair looks like it had been demolished by his hands.

“Please, Y/N. I love you. We’ll leave tonight.”

“Is this a promise you’re willing to keep?”

He nods quicker than you expected.

“I’ll do anything for you, my love.”

You were unsure. You wondered why he caved so fast after begging him Was it truly love that was motivating him?

“This is it Charles. If this is just another empty promise for us to move back here, I’m done. I love you but I can’t keep putting myself out there like this. I shouldn’t feel alone in a relationship. I need to feel loved and appreciated.”

“And you’ll get it.” He comes over to cup your cheeks in his hands. “You’re the only damned thing I care about.” He kissed you deeply. He captured your lips with his. You always loved how his kisses were so inviting. You kissed back with as much ferocity, wanting to truly believe this was going to be the start of the rest of your life.

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Two hours into driving to the promised mansion in Connecticut, Charles actually keeping his promise.

Charles was a foolish man, in trade and deals, but not foolish enough to lose you.

He knew you were the only thing that mattered. Although leaving with unfinished business could pose potential danger to not only him, but you as well, he was willing to take that risk to keep you.

Your head felt amazing on the cold window of Charles’ red Camaro. Your head had been throbbing since crying a little over two hours ago when you thought you would lose your boyfriend to his “job.” Thankfully, he chose you. Crying, however, exhausted you beyond belief. All you wanted to do was rest. This is probably why you wouldn’t notice the subtle details that would lead to you and Charles’ demise just hours ahead.

You looked over at Charles briefly, his eyes firmly on the road, determined to take you both to your final destination. There was no hint of regret swimming in his eyes, only pure joy thinking of the beautiful life you two would share. This euphoria is probably why Charles’ wouldn’t notice the subtle details that would lead to his and your demise just hours ahead.

You reached over and took his free hand in yours. The touch was electric. Even though you were in a car traveling 65 miles an hour, this was home.

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In the moments of euphoria both you and Charles were experiencing, you didn’t notice the van following you since you left Chicago. What Charles failed to mention to you about his job was that he was in debt. A lot of debt. Charles would repay these debts by collecting from other people who had yet to pay his boss as well, and if they couldn’t, he was asked to “take care of them.” Charles refused to hurt the persons family, but had no other choice when it came to the individual who owed the debt. Especially if he wanted to keep his own life, and his sweet girl.

What you didn’t know was that your life had been threatened many of times. On your walks to the museums there were always men watching you, waiting to attack if Charles refused to take on a mission. Thankfully that hadn’t happened, until now.

Sam, his boss, only had two more missions for Charles when he decided to skip town with you. However, Sam was not pleased to find out Charles wouldn’t be finishing what was owed to him. Due to Charles’ ignorance, Sam had no other option than to send 4 men after the pair. They would slowly tail behind them on the highway, making sure not to lose them. Even if they did, Sam knew Charles’ license plate number and other information that would ultimately lead the boys to them. They were surprised neither of you stopped for gas or a snack, but the time would come when they would spring into action.

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You woke up from your brief nap to see you had pulled into a gas station with Charles. He smiled at you lovingly.

“Good morning sleepyhead. I’m gonna go fill the car with gas and get us some snacks. Is there anything you want?”

“Can I just have some sweet tea and a bag of chips? Any kind is fine. I’m not too hungry right now.”

“Of course, Angel. I’ll be right back okay?”

You nodded as he planted a kiss to your forehead. You shut your eyes as Charles went in to pay the teller and grab you your snacks.

You were startled by your door ripping open, two men standing there with a gun pointed directly at your face.

“Don’t make a sound, and get out of the car” the first one spoke. You unbuckled your seatbelt quietly and got out of the car. The other pointed a gun to your back as you stood there, praying Charles would see through the window to come and rescue you at any moment.

“Go to the van and get in. If you scream, I shoot. We both don’t want that, now do we?” The second one said.

You shook your head no, holding back a waterfall of tears. You did as you were told. Immediately as you got in you were blindfolded and held down. Your arms and legs were wrapped with duct tape, your mouth being covered as well. Before you knew what was going on the van started abruptly, racing out of the parking lot.

Charles had noticed the van pulling up behind them, but didn’t think anything of it. He just assumed it was a family who needed to stop and grab stuff on their way to or from an airport for a family vacation. However, he became skeptical as five minutes rolled past and no one came in for anything. Why would someone just pull into a parking lot and sit there? He suddenly got an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach, putting down all the snacks he had gathered up until that point. He told the attendant he would be back as he quickly ran outside to see if something had happened. And indeed, something had.

You were gone.

#charles blackwood x reader #sebastian stan characters #charles blackwood #Charles Blackwood x you #sebastian stan

[eurynome827]

Grifter

A Charles Blackwood x reader series in three parts.

Please pay attention to the warnings on each part - my work and my blogs are 18+ spaces always and this series contains adult content/language. This series contains spoilers for We Have Always Lived In The Castle.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

More Grifter:

Epilogue - Satin Sheets

Sunflower

#grifter #charles blackwood x reader #we have always lived in the castle #charles blackwood #always on my charles blackwood bullshit

[eurynome827]

This is just some Charles thirst nothing else

Charles.

Charles.

Daddy.

#boozy brunch thirsty asks ™ #always on my charles blackwood bullshit

[eurynome827]

Scott H, Beck and Charles 😇

Jo.

Anyway.

I OBVIOUSLY marry Beck.

He's my husband. This Is The Way.

With that said, now I need to deal with Government Bureaucrat Daddy...

So I'll fuck Scott Huffman.

Take all that stress out on me, daddy. I'll make it all better.

So that leaves a bottle of expensive single malt scotch (probably stolen) that I'll share with...

Charles Blackwood.

Let's get drunk and fool around.

#fuck marry get drunk with #chris beck #scott huffman #charles blackwood #sweet space husband 😍 #government bureaucrat daddy #always on my charles blackwood bullshit

[eurynome827]

Happy Friday 💋

*screams*

Yeah, yep, yes - that's all I need for Friday. Some wine and a nice wet and clean Charles Blackwood to drink it with.

#angrythingstarlight #always on my charles blackwood bullshit

[eurynome827]

Happy birthday, sweet pea! Now, I have this headcanon that Charles Blackwood would definitely tie you to his bed and smirk darkly as he tells you in Italian that as a birthday treat, he's going to make you come all day long. Which he does, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're begging him to stop. 💕

My love, my love Fizz...what a delicious birthday gift.

"Charles ..." You moan, voice wrecked and weak

"Yes, darling?" His own voice perfectly conveying the smirk that you KNOW is gracing his handsome face but you can't see because your eyes are squeezed shut

You're soaked in every way - bed drenched with your sweat and your arousal from - oh you've lost count how many times...

"I..... I can't. Please," you lick your lips, straining against your binds. "Untie me, please, daddy. Let me make you feel good now."

His hand slides up the inside of your thigh and you can't help but gasp at his soft touch on your sensitive skin

"Oh you will, kitten. Believe me, you will," he pauses and strokes you again and you cry out in delicious agony.

"But first, I know you have one more for me."

#eury and colbie's birthday twinsies celebration #charles blackwood #always on my charles blackwood bullshit

[eurynome827]

1/2: Charles would take you nice and slow on your birthday, pulling you into his lap and taking you from behind, pressing kisses against your back and shoulders, holding you against his chest. Reaching between your legs he rubs your clit with intention, bringing your first orgasm, gentle but powerful. Flipping you around he lays you down and slides back in, slow and oh-so-deep. "There you go, kitten. Just how you like it. Are you gonna cum again for me? Such a pretty little thing, gonna

2/2: make you feel so good today." He kisses you long and hard, slowly taking you apart with his cock until you're crying out and coming all over him again. He strokes your face, kissing your forehead with a satisfied hum and a promise of more while you come down. "That's it sweetheart, we're just getting started." - Nano😘

Oh @nano--raptor this is perfection....

Charles is welcome to come over any time he wants...

#eury and colbie's birthday twinsies celebration #charles blackwood #always on my charles blackwood bullshit #i get by with a little help from my friends

[eurynome827]

Okay so: having a threesome with lord of the castle Charles and stable boy Hal after Charles catches you and Hal kissing. What are your thoughts? 🧐

Gotta be honest.... I can see a major punishment after Charles catching his lady with Hal, but not a threesome. Maybe he makes Hal watch.....

I'm sorry, daddy, I didn't mean it.

#character cocktail hour #charles blackwood #hal carter #always on my charles blackwood bullshit

[eurynome827]

Charles Blackwood - Eury’s Masterlist

*ALL Charles Blackwood stories are 18+ - smut/language!*

Grifter: A Three Part Series - Masterlist

Grifter: Part One

Grifter: Part Two

Grifter: Part Three

HBC Content: 

Sunday Drive  (HBC WHALITC Wednesday)

Unconventional Interrogation  (HBC WHALITC Wednesday)

HBC Drunk Drabbles:

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”

Cooking For Charles* 

Civilized* 

The Pool House* 

Movie Theatre* 

Secretary* 

“Dream A Little Dream…”

“I’ll give you the choice…”*

The Worst Houseguests*

Other Drabbles

The Dining Table

“I’m Sorry, Darling”

Drabble Trio: One - Deserve

Drabble Trio: Two - A Thaw Before Freezing

Drabble Trio: Three - Fire

Headcanons/Asks

Losing His Virginity

Birthday Gift

Kitten

Crackship:

Trust Fund Daddies *(Ransom Drysdale/Charles Blackwood/Reader)

For more Charles:

HBC Fun In The Sun Drabbles Masterlist

Eury’s Kinktober 2020 Masterlist

Eury’s Holiday 2020 Masterlist

Eury’s February 2021 Masterlist

#charles blackwood #charles blackwood x reader #eurynome827 master list #graphic by happygowriting #always on my charles blackwood bullshit

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Eury's 2K Challenge

To prepare for this challenge, I polled some friends and asked them to name one or two things that they associate with me. There were many mentions of Sweet Space Husband and Government Bureaucrat Daddy and 40s Bucky, Soft Trumpet Boy and Daddy Andy, and that I'm Always On My Charles Blackwood Bullshit ™ - but mostly I was touched and inspired by their thoughts of friendship, kindness and of how they look at my idiosyncrasies and see someone worthy of their support.

The prompts were inspired by their answers.

I really never thought I'd reach this milestone. I'm happy to share this with my friends and followers and readers, who inspire me every day. THANK YOU for following me and for playing with me!

This challenge is open to anyone! You don't have to be following me (but it's nice ❤️)

My blogs are 18+ spaces always, so you must be 18+ to participate

Characters accepted: any Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans character, any MCU characters - please no RPF. Crackships welcome! Reader insert or OC!

Smut/fluff/angst/any combo thereof - please no underage, incest, noncon/dubcon, gore etc - if you have questions please ask 💕

Deadline to be included on masterlist: April 12, 2021

Please use #Eury2kchallenge and tag me when you post! If I haven't reblogged your fic, send me a DM

To request a prompt, please send me an ask. One person per prompt - if we run out I'll add more!

Prompts Under The Cut

Aesthetic:

Daisies @ikaris-whore

Lingerie @nano--raptor

Stockings @uncafeavecbarnes

Library @daytonsferrari

Friendship @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Vintage black&white photos @meracles

A well-dressed man - suit, tie and watch @book-dragon-13

Red lipstick @angrythingstarlight

Sharing Reese's Peanut Butter Cups @ladyfallonavenger

Hailing a cab in Manhattan

Pearl Necklace (literally or figuratively 😏)

Opening Lines:

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, he told me, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had. (The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald) @happygowriting

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen) @theycallmebecca

It’s hard being left behind. I wait for (him), not knowing where he is, wondering if he’s okay. It’s hard to be the one who stays. (The Time Traveler's Wife, Audrey Niffenegger)

Wine/Cocktails:

A glass of chilled white by the seaside @constantwriter85

A glass of red by the fireplace @buckybarnes101

A glass of red by candlelight in a cozy Italian restaurant @gigglygiddybarnes

An Old Fashioned in an oak-paneled, dimly lit bar @definitelybarnes

A cosmopolitan on girl's night (A Cheeseburger, Large Fries & A Cosmopolitan - a series posting on @laurencouldnthelpbutwonder) @a-little-counter-esperanto

Sangria in a pitcher outside on a warm, sunny day @jewels2876

Mimosas and Bloody Marys at brunch @divine-mistake

A Glass of Rosé By The Pool @navybrat817

Tequila on the rocks in a lipstick-stained glass

Broadway:

"It was like she was someone you'd always known

It was like you were holding the world when you held her

Like yours were the arms that the whole world was in"

Hadestown by Anais Mitchell @godofplumsandthunder

"Love doesn't discriminate

Between the sinners and the saints

It takes and it takes and it takes

And we keep loving anyway

We laugh and we cry and we break

And we make our mistakes"

Hamilton by Lin Manuel Miranda @marvelgirl7

"But he's never really there

So you want him even more

And you drown inside the eyes...

I could look at him forever"

Sunday In The Park With George by Stephen Sondheim @whisperlullaby

"I've been waiting, for a lifetime

For someone simply

To look and see me

The way that I see you"

Violet by Brian Crawley & Jeanine Tesori @jobean12-blog

You can build me up, you can tear me down

You can try but I'm unbreakable

You can do your best, but I'll stand the test

You'll find that I'm unshakeable

Six The Musical by Toby Marlow & Lucy Moss

@sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

#eury2k #writing challenge #thank you 💕 #i get by with a little help from my friends #make new friends but keep the old one is silver and the other gold #eury2kchallenge

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Fuck, Marry, Get Drunk - Charles, Beck, Bucky

MARRY BECK

It's not even a debate. He's always my sweet space husband (daddy).

Fuck Charles.

He can have me any way he wants. I am Always On My Charles Blackwood Bullshit ™️

Get drunk with Bucky

With Make Out Plus ™️ of course.

#fuck marry get drunk with #chris beck #charles blackwood #bucky barnes