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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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SDAU, Grumpy Grizzly, The Party
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“What I tell you, brother,” Curtis grinned as he wrapped his arm around the other alpha’s shoulders.  He pointed to the door where his mate was coming with another girl.  Lee gave a relieved sigh, seeing both girls smiling sweetly at him and Curtis, “she’s a cobra…name is Meegan.”
“Meegan,” Lee smiled, testing the name on his tongue.  He gave his friend another smirk.  He hadn’t ever been with a cobra, but had heard they were wild in bed, “I like it.  She’s cute!  She knows she’s my date, right?”
“Alpha!” Adriana chirped excitedly, practically launching herself into the bear’s arms.  Curtis chuckled as she immediately scented him, rubbing her cheek against his scent glands.  The cobra coughed awkwardly, and Lee looked at her, “this is my friend from class.  She’s never been to a Rho party either.”
“I’m Meegan!”
“Lee.”
“Adriana invited me,” she said sweetly as she eyed him up and down, “she said that you’re part of the fraternity.”
“Yeah,” he grinned.  She smiled.  He licked his lips as he gave her a once over, “do you want me to grab you a drink or something?”
“Sure!” she smiled.  Curtis clapped his friend on the back and walked away with his mate attached to his hip as Lee tried to be courteous, showing the girl through to the kitchen where a number of kegs were hooked up and in the process of being tapped. 
But when he turned around to talk to the cobra once more, she was gone.  Lee instantly felt a pang in his chest, when his eyes settled on one of his brothers, his arm around her waist as he chatted her up.  Lee growled, stomping off to the kitchen to grab himself a beer. 
And when he turned around once more, he noticed her.  His brow furrowed. 
Why was she here?
Lee felt nervous.  Protective even. 
Sweetness looked more nervous than a deer in the headlights as she looked around from her spot at the door.  She argued with one of his frat brothers for a second and they nervously looked at her when she pointed to Lee.  When she smiled and waved at Lee, he got a huge grin on his face.  He was surprised to see her, but he didn’t think to question why she was at his place. 
He couldn’t help the happiness that started in his belly.  His brother’s brow furrowed as he mouthed the word ‘yours?’  Lee nodded and he let her through, but suddenly he felt nervous as she closed the distance.  When she stopped in front of him, Lee couldn’t help but sound surprised, “Sweetness?  What are you doing here?  Not that I’m complaining…did one of the guys invite you?”  
“O-Officer Bodecker!” she replied breathily.  He felt his cock twitch in his jeans at how her voice sounded.  It was light an airy while sounding sultry.  She bit her lip and held out his phone, “y-you left the station today without it.  I-I thought maybe you might need it.  I d-didn’t want you thinking you lost it all weekend.”
His bear rumbled happily in his head.
Omega was thinking about us.
Lee gave her a soft smile as he took the phone from her hands.  His breath hitched in his throat as it felt like a jolt of electricity passed through them when his hand touched hers.  She chirped, then blushed and looked away. 
“Thank you, sweetness!  But remember, outside the station it’s just Lee, alright?” he asked.  She nodded and he smiled a little bit more, “good girl, omega.”
She chirped once more, and Lee chuckled.
“I-I’m sorry alpha.”
“Don’t be,” he smiled, feeling overjoyed at how she was reacting to him,  “You should stay!”
Her head snapped up, surprise lacing her features as she looked at him, “Wh-what?”
“You should stay!” Lee repeated over the music, “have some fun.  Enjoy the party!”
“I-I couldn’t…I shouldn’t stay offic-Lee…”
He smiled when her words tapered off.  She looked around the party.  It was obvious that the sophomore hadn’t been to a party before, “I understand…it can be nerve-wracking!”
Her eyes shot to his again, “Wh-what?”
“Never been to a party?”
She shook her head, instantly clinging to his side when he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the kegs to get her some beer.  Lee felt himself holding back a rumble as she seemed to tuck herself into him, fitting perfectly under his arm. 
She’s a koala.  It’s in her nature to cling to people, especially an alpha.
“No…”
“No need to be nervous, sweet girl,” Lee smiled kindly as he handed her a red solo cup filled with golden liquid.  She took it nervously and Lee released his arm from her waist.  He swore he heard her whimper as she batted her long lashes in his direction, “go and explore the house.  Talk to some of my brothers.  They’re great guys.  They’ll take care of you.  Go have fun, omega.”
“A-are you sure?”
He nodded, “yeah…”
He didn’t sound sure.  Hell, he hadn’t even felt sure.  There was a very large part of him that didn’t want to let sweetness go and look around the house without him or explore the party.  He wanted to keep her tucked against his chest the whole night.  He wanted to take her to his room and claim the sweet little koala.  But he knew he couldn’t. 
So, he watched her woefully as she walked away from him, sipping her beer. Lee sighed to himself, refilling his cup.  It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that Lee saw Pronge wrap his arm around her waist. 
Lee felt jealousy bubbling up in the pit of his stomach as she smiled at him, as she laughed at his jokes.  He looked back to Lee, shooting him a wink, before tipping her cup up while she drank, whispering a soft alpha command that she finish it all.
Lee watched as the pledges kept trekking back and forth between the kitchen grabbing beer for her.  Lee smiled to himself, knowing that his friend was helping the shy koala unwind; something that he knew she deserved.  She was always so timid and focused on work.  It wasn’t a little while longer where a few more of his brothers engaged him in some drinking games, and he lost all sight of her and Pronge.
It was a little while later when Lee noticed that a good bit of the pledges and some of the sophomores were missing; the party having turned into mostly juniors and seniors.  He felt anxiety bubbling up in his chest, knowing that he hadn’t seen sweetness in a while.  She wouldn’t have left without telling him goodbye.  He knew that.  She didn’t even like ending the class or the station without him knowing they were parting ways.
“Curtis…where’s Freezy?”
“You know him,” he laughed as his omega came back with new drinks for the both of them.  He smiled and kissed her temple before looking around.  Not seeing her, he shrugged, “a while ago he took some girls and they’re making some of his famous videos.  Maybe she went up to have some fun with him.”
A few more juniors and seniors laughed, but Lee felt dread in the pit of his stomach. 
Sweetness wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye but there was even less of a chance that she would have gone upstairs willingly to film one of his little videos.  She was an innocent little thing. 
No, not his sweetness.  Not unless she’d been given something.  Lee gave a fake laugh, but hurriedly made his way upstairs, hearing the music fade away, as a more primal sound started to take hold on the second floor. 
Lee burst into the room, seeing an orgy happening around him, piles of limbs intertwined and mingled together.  He saw the parrot that had embarrassed him earlier in the week with her friend, both seniors being railed by two freshmen while a few more shot their loads all over their bodies, calling them sluts.  And his heart stopped when he saw her.  His little sweetness.
She was up there with his brothers.
The timid little koala looked blitzed out of her mind, barely coherent as Bucky kissed along her inner thigh.  Her jeans were missing, and Bucky looked like he was ready to tear through her panties.  Lee ripped his friend away from her, and she barely reacted, her head lulling to the side. 
“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Pronge asked, handing the camera to another brother.  He directed him closer to the two parrots while Bucky growled at him, “Barnes is gonna fuck that little cobra bitch til she doesn’t know up from down…we’ll show her for fucking around like that.”
“I think she’s already there from what you gave her,” Bucky chuckled, licking his lips.  He leaned forward and tilted her head towards him and squeezed her jaw, forcing it open.  Her eyes glistened as she looked at the men, her eyes finally settling on Lee’s.  Lee was growling at Bucky, and Bucky let go, “Come on, Bodecker.  We’re doing this for you.  Pronge said we’re teaching some girls that fucked you over a lesson.  Caught this one just wandering around without you…said he nodded at you and you didn’t tell him no.  The parrots will be a good release, but this one’s too fucked up for the full release…she’ll just get a private screening for us guys on movie night.”
Bucky leaned forwards and nuzzled his nose against hers.  She mewled, but pushed him away from her, falling to her knees in front of Lee. 
“Officer Alpha,” she giggled drunkenly as she nuzzled his leg.  Her arms wrapped around his thick thigh as she began kissing her way up his leg.  His breath hitched as she reached his inner thigh, her hands gliding over his crotch, “Alpha Bo-dick me down.  I wanna feel you, Lee.”
“That’s not the cobra that rejected me!” Lee hissed.  He shuddered as her hands reached for his zipper, and shooting a glare to his brothers, he picked sweetness up bridal style. 
“Officer Bo-dick her down!” Bobby laughed, “god, I can’t believe I never thought of that.”
She instantly whimpered, snuggling against the grizzly, “this is my fucking co-worker.  She’s the little koala that works the reception desk at the station.  She brought my phone back because I left it there and I told her to enjoy the party.  You fucking pricks!”
“Oh shit,” Pronge chuckled.  He licked his lips and made a face, “Sorry sheriff.”
Bucky licked his lips and took a step towards Lee.  His hand trailed up the koala’s leg and she whimpered again when his fingers skimmed along her outer thigh, “I still get to fuck her though?  Right?  Got to slide beneath those panties and I had my fingers in that tight little cunt…fuck Lee, she tastes so sweet…I wanna see how much she can take.”
Lee growled, and Pronge’s eyes widened as he had his own realization, “Wait…the little koala?  This is sweetness?”
Lee blushed, his anger fading away as Pronge called her by the nickname that only he was allowed to use.  She whimpered a little more, only this time she started fighting her way out of his arms until Lee placed her delicately on the ground.  She leaned into him, tucking herself beneath his arm.  She began kissing his chest, snuggling into his sweater, “the little koala omega you’ve had a crush on since she started at the station?  THIS?  She’s here?  Why the fuck didn’t you tell us that she was coming?  That this was her?  Why wasn’t she with you?”
“I didn’t know she was coming,” Lee growled, feeling possessive of the half-conscious woman.  He gripped her a little tighter and she moaned and leaned up on her tip toes, her lips grazing over his mating gland.  Lee shuddered, his eyes closing momentarily.  She began sucking and nipping on the spot, driving Lee wild.  When his eyes opened Pronge had a smirk on his face.  He growled, “what did you give her.”
“Nothing major,” Pronge chuckled with a shrug, “just some booze…”
Lee narrowed his eyes, “she wouldn’t get this way from ‘some’ booze.  She barely has the confidence to look me in the eyes, let alone go for my crotch.  And sweetness is too innocent to be that brazen to go for my mating gland, no matter how drunk someone would get her.”
“Okay a lot of booze,” Pronge laughed, finding the situation entirely too amusing, “and a little bit ago…some scooby snacks…she’ll be really fun in a few more minutes.”
She moaned again, this time Lee noticed one hand fisting his shirt, but the other had been massaging his thick thigh once again.  He was sporting a hard-on from her earlier attempts at getting at his crotch that pressed firmly against his jeans. 
“Looks like she’s ready,” Bucky panted, licking his lips again, “I can take care of her if you can’t, Lee…like I said…I had a taste, and I’d be willing to have the whole thing.”
Lee only growled in response.  The vibrations of his growl sent a wave of slick to sweetness’ entrance.  Lee’s eyes closed as he caught her scent.  Instantly he was salivating.  Something inside of him snapped and his heart raced.
Her scent.
It wrapped thickly around him, and he took a deep breath, inhaling every bit that he could. 
“Alpha!” she chirped once again.  Lee’s growl turned into a rumble as he looked down at the sweet little thing who was tucking herself into his neck.  Her fingers slid closer to his bulge, and she stroked him over his pants as her teeth nipped along his neck once again. 
Lee shuddered, his breath hitching in his throat.  He tried to focus on something, anything that would pull his attention away from the little koala and he ended up looking straight into his friend’s eyes.  Pronge was grinning, “Wanna be in a film with your girl, Sheriff?  Can make a private copy just for the two of you to tell the cubs about when they’re born nine months from now.” 
“Fuck off, Bobby.” Lee growled at his friend and pushed past him and Bucky, pulling his little sweetness up the flight of stairs to where his room was on the third floor.
Tag list:  @lohnes16, @bxnnywriting, @krissy25, @stockholmdolly, @snowwhitevsalice, @xonickibaby, @infatuatedjanes
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angelbabysblog · 1 year
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Hello sweethearts! I have this fanfic idea , maybe some one shots ! I’m planning on making some wallpapers and a playlist🤍
I’m not good at writing so bare with me😭🥲
Please don’t take this idea without talking to me or giving me credit at least as well ( 18+ only!!🤍)
Let’s say reader is new in town and she’s got some guys helping her move her new furniture into her little home .
We have
Mover Curtis Everett
Delivery man Ari levinson
Ice cream driver Robert pronge
Construction worker hal carter or Jake Jensen!
I haven’t figured out this much maybe I could get some help!
just picturing Ari in shorts and his shirt is unbuttoned and that chest hair peaking through 🫠🫣🤭
I feel like this reader would be very sweet and guilty about them having to do this so she makes them lemonade and some snacks .
they all say some stuff like
“We’ll aren’t you such a cute little house wife?”
“Your such a good girl”
“Thank you sugar”
“Aren’t you just adorable?”
“Your husband is one lucky fella huh?”
And she would be so sweet and shy telling them no she doesn’t have a husband and that opens a new gait for them🫣
And she would melt at their praise!
I can picture all of them being possessive about her attention and them always asking if she needs help building things like her new bed frame (they have to test it out🤭)
Ofc they would all have this soft dark possessive side feature to their personality!
I feel like they are handsy with her like if she gets a new dress they’d tug at the hem and be like “you got this for me sweetcheeks ?”
I’m not really good at writing but I do have a very active and creative mind , I don’t write as well as others do or write these characters well so if you could give me credit if you are making these ideas along this little one piece I just made that would be greatly appreciated 😚🤍🤭
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littlelioncub43 · 1 year
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I have the urge to degrade bobby while he growls
If you sweetly giggle and kiss his forehead while you do it he gets even angrier.
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He also gets hard. And his heart beats a little faster. And his tummy does a little flip. But he definitely isn't head over heels in love with you. Not him. Nope. He just likes kneeling in front of you and letting you play with his hair while you coo mean things to him in that sweet voice of yours. He likes the way you smile at him and giggle when he's seething at your words but leaning into your touch.
But no. He's definitely not in love.
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adulting-sucks · 2 years
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Tainted (Chapter 4)
Follow up to: Pretty Girl, Dollface, Honey
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Summary: This is a flashback. The Freezy and Lee issue will be explained, along with Bucky and Lee fighting. Plenty of guest stars popping in.
Warnings: THIS IS A DARK STORY. If anything dark triggers you, stay away. Smut, dub-con, death of a past character, guns and fighting, misogyny
Two years ago
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What a fucking day, Robert Pronge, aka Mr. Freezy to the neighborhood, thought to himself as he pulled his pack of smokes from his shirt pocket. The job had taken longer than he had intended, making him cancel his plans for the evening, which he had been looking forward to all week. Instead, that fucker Kemp got to have all the fun this time, again, for the third week in a row. If he didn’t get a release soon, someone was going to have to pay.
Lost in his thoughts and frustration at not being able to find his lighter, he almost didn’t see her in the middle of the road until it was too late. As he looked up after finally lighting his smoke, he slammed on the brakes and swerved the ice cream truck to the right to avoid hitting her.
“What the fuck are you doing, you dumb fucking bitch!” he screamed as he stepped out of his truck, pissed that he almost destroyed it because her dumbass was standing in the middle of the fucking road. He ripped off his sunglasses and stalked up to the girl who was so dazed and scared, she wouldn’t even look at him.
“I asked you a fucking question, are you fucking brain dead? Hello, what the fuck are you doing you dumb slut?” he screamed directly in her face. She dropped her eyes, not willing to look at him, shaking from fear. Fed the fuck up, Freezy slapped her trying to get any reaction or response from her.
“Please don’t make me go back,” she whispered, holding her cheek. “Master is mad at me, Master will hurt me. Sir tries to stop him, to keep him under control, but Sir left me alone with him today,” she continued, still never looking at Freezy. She continued to stare at the ground, tears running freely, blabbering about sir and master.
Freezy couldn’t believe his good fortune. Finally something was going his way. He needed his release and out walked the deer. He smiled, purely predatory, and put his arms around her shoulders to pull her into a false sense of comfort.
“It’s okay, I’m Bobby. I’m the ice cream man. Let’s go to my truck, we’ll get you some help,” he said softly as he steered her towards his truck. It reminded him of leading cattle to slaughter, and he was more than ready for it.
When she was finally in the truck, she looked up at him for the first time. Her large eyes shone with unshed tears of relief, thinking this man to be her savior. Sir would be sad without her, but Master had hurt her and she couldn’t take any more hurt.
Freezy pulled into his driveway, throwing the truck in park. He moved from the front to the back, grabbed the girl, and slid the door open, leading her through the garage to the house. He could hear Kemp blasting the shitty 80’s music he always preferred when he was playing. It drove Freezy insane as he preferred to hear the screams of his toys.
He led the girl downstairs and steered her to the door on the right. Opening the door, he led her into his play room, guiding her to the bed. Once seated, he cuffed her ankle to the floor lock, then pulled up a chair across from her.
“Well, looks like you’re all mine now, puppy. I even have a collar I’ve been saving for just the right one.” He stood and walked to the closet, returning with a small velvet box. Normally, he would play until he got bored. Then he would dispose of his toy.
She was different. Her eyes were appreciative. Her full lips were meant to be wrapped around his cock. He was already rock hard and leaking just from the thought of her gagging, choking, see the bulge in her throat as he fucked her senseless. He groaned in anticipation, completely blown away by his luck.
“I bought this and have been saving it for the right slut. You walking onto my street and right in front of my truck is more than a coincidence. You’re meant to be mine, puppy. Will you be a good puppy and wear your collar?” he asked, opening the velvet box and presenting its contents to her.
She reached out to touch the collar, mesmerized by the jewels. The collar had emeralds lining the top and bottom of it, the middle paved with diamonds, sapphires spelling the name Freezy. She looked up at him, her protector, adoration and relief in her eyes. Sir had been nice and loved her. But Master wasn’t nice, Master wanted to hurt her.
“Are you going to hurt me, Bobby? If I wear your collar, will you hurt me?” she asked quietly, staring into his deep blue eyes, noticing for the first time how beautiful the color was.
“I won’t kill you or hurt you for fun. I will teach you pleasure, will show you how pain leads to or enhances certain feelings”, Freezy responded, admiring the way his collar looked on her. She was different from the others, Bobby didn’t know what it was, but she looked at him as if he hung the moon. No one had ever looked at him like that. He was used to the looks of contempt, of disgust from the female persuasion, but this look is something brand new, and he wanted to keep it as long as it lasted. Maybe she wasn’t just a stupid cunt after all.
“I know I’m not much to look at, but…”
“Bobby, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen or met…your eyes make me never want to sleep again. Your hair, I just want to run my fingers through it all day, I want you to relax, I want to be here to make you happy”, she responded, her fingers grazing over his cheeks and down his neck.
Freezy shuddered at the feel of her soft skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he was touched without someone trying to murder him. He looked up at her, eyes meeting a deep pool of admiration and want. He’d never experienced this before, someone so soft and caring. Maybe he would break her down, or learn to accept softness.
“Come here, puppy.” She strolled over and sat at his feet, looking up at him with her doe eyes. He looked deep into her eyes while deciding what to do first. He was hard as fuck, but did he want her mouth or her pussy? Maybe her asshole. No, he would work her up to that.
“Open your fucking mouth”, he said while unbuckling his belt. He pulled his pants down, along with his boxers, his cock springing up with a thud against his abdomen. Her eyes grew, her mouth watering just at the sight of him. She reached out to grab him, but was shocked when she received a slap across her cheek.
“You do not get to touch me until I tell you to. You don’t get to pleasure me unless I give you permission. Do you understand, puppy? You’re mine, my dirty little whore, and you will listen”, he demanded, his voice a low growl. She felt herself grow so fucking wet, she had to clench her thighs together.
“Now, open your fucking whore mouth,” Freezy demanded, his voice still low and dangerous. She opened immediately, her eyes blown, her slick sliding down her thighs. He grabbed his cock, pumping a few times even though he was rock hard. He slapped the head of his dick on her tongue, moaning with every touch.
“Fuck, I can fucking smell you from here. Do you like being my little whore, puppy? Does it excite you? Is your cunt throbbing for me, your clit needing a few good flicks?” he asked as he slid his dick down her throat. He didn’t stop to allow her to breathe, pushing all the way down the back of her throat. He kept a fist in her hair, pushing her head down, absolutely mesmerized by her tears, the gagging, the drool and precum dripping out of her mouth. He knew this wouldn’t last long, he could already feel his balls tightening with each lick. He continued mouth fucking her until he came, his cock fully sheathed in her throat, causing a bulge where his dick was.
“Fuck puppy, I don’t think I have ever cum so hard. Ever. Your mouth is amazing. Now, open and let me see my cum.”
She opened her mouth, showing him his release, waiting for his next command.
“Swallow it, whore,” he demanded, his eyes taking in every movement of your throat. He groaned at the sight, his cock somehow rock hard once again. “Puppy, I need that cunt right now. Take off your clothes,” Freezy commanded.
She removed every piece, never breaking eye contact with Freezy. She watched him stroke his already hard again cock, waiting for his next command. Freezy didn’t say a word, just pushed her down, her back on the floor. He grabbed his dick, rubbing the head through the wetness. She made a moan so pornographic, Freezy almost came right then. He pulled back and sunk his cock into her in one stroke causing himself and her to breathe heavily. He gave her a few seconds to adjust before grabbing her hips so ferociously, he knew it would bruise. He started fucking her hard and fast, moving his fingers up to her mouth.
“Open”, he demanded, completely enthralled with her fucked our expression. This bitch was going to be the end of him. She opened immediately and he shoved two fingers in. She closed her mouth, suckling his fingers just as she did his cock. He removed his spit coated fingers, dragging them down her body, pinching her nipples, then landing on her clit. He languidly started rubbing her clit, taking his time, alternating pressure and speed.
“I feel you getting close, puppy. Don’t you dare cum until I let you. I will punish you if you do,” he warned, a sinister edge to his voice. He kept pushing her towards the brink, reeling her back in at the last minute. He relished her tears, the feeling of her pussy, as if it were made and molded just for him. He started getting closer to his own release, feeling the familiar sensation creep in. This whore, HIS whore, his pussy could make the blind see, the mute speak, on and on.
“Cum”, he finally commanded, needing to feel her cum all over his cock before he could allow himself release. He felt her legs start shaking, her head fell back in complete ecstasy, a moan leaving her lips that he had never heard the likes of before. It was enough to send him over the edge, his hips stuttering as he felt his pussy flex and release. He rested his head on her forehead, both attempting to catch their breath. His little movements caused a second orgasm, never fully recovered from the first.
“Good fucking girl, puppy. You were such a good fucking girl,” he said between pants. She looked so dazed, her eyes completely unfocused, her hand in his hair. She finally regained her senses, staring Freezy deeply in the eyes.
“Bobby, I have never felt so amazing before”, she said, placing small, gentle kisses on his neck and face. He looked up at her, the sentiment returned although he couldn’t say the words, not just yet. He whimpered as he pulled out of her, replacing his cock with his fingers.
“I want you full of my cum all the time. If any falls out, you will clean the mess. Do you understand, puppy?” he stated, not so much a question as a statement.
“Yes, Bobby. I understand,” she replied. She clenched her thighs together, trying to keep every last drop of him in. He removed his fingers and brought them up to her mouth to clean. He groaned as she kept direct eye contact with him, licking both him and her off his fingers.
“Good fucking whore, my whore, my puppy,” he said. His hooded eyes closed, drawing her close to him. She curled up to him instinctively. He fell asleep so quickly, he wasn’t sure if he was actually dreaming.
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Six months after she met Freezy, the neighborhood held its bi annual barbecue. All of the men would come together, putting aside all issues, to show off their new toys/pets/sluts, all depending on who was speaking.
Ari typically ran the barbecue, his fuck doll bringing him all of the meats, sauces, utensils, scotch on the rocks, her tits or ass. He wasn’t picky.
This was a first for Freezy, so he was excited to show off his puppy. He had spent 6 months buried in her cunt, eating her out, fingerfucking her, taking her through any one of her holes. She was such a happy and obedient puppy. She washed his hair, her favorite was to brush it for him. The way she called him Bobby, the way her collar never came off unless for a cleaning. He put his puppy on a leash, the rest of her completely naked. He finally had someone to brag about. His puppy was the best.
Jake and Colin sat on a couch set around a fire pit. They were the most considerate to their women. These were their wives. It had taken a while to break them down, both had been full of passion and fight. After about three weeks of lessons, they finally understood what their husbands wanted. So, they did everything. The only rule was Jake and Colin always got what they wanted. Their wives were never allowed to deny them anything. The first time they did, Jake fucked his wifes virgin asshole ferociously in front of the neighbors. Colin mouth fucked his wife until she passed out. Then he woke her up and started again. But the wives learned. They haven’t denied their husbands since then.
Ari considered his slave a cumbucket: she would do whatever, whenever, get any thing Ari asked for, made sure he always had a full drink. If his drink ran out, Ari’s slave would have to perform any embarrassing and usually vile thing Ari requested. Ransom and Rogers whores were treated in the same manner. These men can fuck their sluts, anytime, anywhere, no matter who’s watching. They are only allowed to wear bra and panty sets bought for them by their husbands (?).
Bucky and Lee were the last to arrive, almost missing the food.
“Hey, where’s that tight pussy you two had been bragging about working on?” Jake questioned. This is still a massive sore spot between the brothers.
Lee didn’t care too much for their slut. She just didn’t do it for him. He may have gone extra hard a few times, nothing she couldn’t handle. Then Bucky kept nagging him about being nicer, she’s more than just a slave, blah blah. Bucky was heartbroken when she ran away. He searched for her for weeks, but she was nowhere to be found. After a month and a half, he started slowing down. Bucky was finally starting to come out of his funk, and Lee couldn’t wait to start hunting again. She had to be perfect, and the last one was painfully not perfect. That’s why he let her go. He figured between Ari, Freezy, or Kemp, she’d be disposed of properly.
His eyes roamed around at the other men and their toys, jealousy flaring up inside him at still not having their perfect woman. These men were much more vile and evil than himself or Bucky, so he just couldn’t understand what the issue was.
“She just wasn’t the right one,” Lee replied, as he grabbed a beer and plopped down next to Jake and Colin. Jake and Colin were the only decent ones in this group. The rest got off on torture, pain, humiliation. That was never his style. He just wanted to find her, the perfect one for him. The one made for him, to be molded into his perfect wife. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t see Freezy and his pet walk up. When he turned to greet the man, his eyes opened wide in surprise then anger.
“What the fuck are you doing with her?” Lee asked, his voice low and deadly. When she heard Master’s voice, she turned around to face him, trembling in fear. Master liked to hurt her, Bobby only hurt her to make her cum. She let out a gasp and moved to stand behind Freezy.
“Fucking hello to you too, cocksucker,” Freezy replied, pulling his smokes from his pocket. She lit his smoke, her eyes never leaving Lee. Her hand shook so much, it took a few tries for her to light it. Freezy stopped, finally seeing the look of fear on his puppy’s face. He protectively put his large body in front of hers, trying to block the other man’s view.
“What the fuck are you doing with her?” Bucky yelled, seeing her with Freezy the moment he walked up. “That’s my fucking good girl. Why the fuck do you have her, Freezy?” Bucky demanded, his voice raising in anger and volume.
“Puppy wandered onto my street around six months ago. She didn’t say she belonged to anyone else, so she became mine. Isn’t that right, puppy?” Freezy said, gently rubbing his hands up and down her arms. This affectionate gesture wasn’t missed, no one ever having seen Freezy, Robert Pronge, mafia hit man to the stars, ever treat one of his playthings this gently. The men knew all about Pronge and Kemp. Their toys always seemed to break or end up dead.
“I sent her to your street for you to use her then get rid of her,” Lee said, his voice and demeanor eerily calm. This didn’t have an effect on him at all, he couldn’t stand the girl. But he knew Bucky was too attached. With this bitch still alive, everything just became much more complicated.
“I was going to, believe me. But then she showed me just how good a puppy she is, so I trained her instead.” Freezy leaned in, nuzzling her neck and ears, trying to reassure her, and maybe himself, that everything was okay.
“You know the rules, you can’t keep her,” Bucky said, trying anything to get her to look at him, but she wouldn't. She just curled more into Pronge, almost as if she was comforted by him. Pronge of all people.
“Hey, she didn’t have any marks on her staking an owner. She ended up on my street, and now she’s mine. Don’t even think about doing anything to her, Bodecker. We may work together, but I won’t hesitate to lay you out,” Freezy threatened. He turned away from her, dropped his cigarette butt to put it out when he heard the shot. It took him a minute to realize the blood on him wasn’t his. Then he saw her. His puppy, dead. Shot in the head by that cocksucker Bodecker.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, BODECKER?” Pronge yelled, stalking up to Lee. Lee calmly raised his gun, aiming right for Freezy’s head. Pronge stopped, the anger still building with each passing second.
“You know the rules. She already belonged to us, but you kept her. Rules are you return her or get rid of her. You didn’t obey the rules, Robert,” Lee calmly replied, hand steady as he pointed the weapon at Freezy.
“She didn’t have any fucking sign of ownership, you fucking prick!” Freezy screamed, his anger boiling over into untempered rage. He ignored the gun, continuing to approach Lee with heavy, angry footsteps. His puppy, his girl, gone. What the fuck.
“I wouldn’t take another step if I were you. I fucking loved her. I couldn’t care less about you. Look what I did to her. I won’t hesitate to make you bleed,” Lee replied, deadly calm in light of everything. He did love her, sort of. Not as much as Bucky, but enough that no other man would ever have her.
Bucky dropped to the ground, tears falling freely down his face, rage and grief etched in every line and wrinkle. He picked up her lifeless body, cradling her head on his lap, uncaring of the blood and brain matter. He had loved her deeply, more than Lee. Lee was always jealous, always just a little too rough, a little too mean, a little too cold, always saying she needed to learn. He looked into her lifeless eyes, surprise saved on her features permanently. He wouldn’t hear her laugh, make her sigh, make her moan ever again. He wouldn’t ever feel her warmth, be comforted in her embrace.
Bucky looked at his brother, long and hard, hatred overtaking him in that moment. The next one, the next girl, would be Lee’s pick, with Bucky agreeing of course. Bucky would treat the next one just the same as Lee treated this one. Bucky would be hard, tough, unrelenting, and just when Lee fell, Bucky would leave her to the same fate as his girl. Whether she survived or not wouldn’t be his concern. In that moment, he just wanted Lee to feel fear, anguish, grief just as deeply as he was feeling at this moment.
“Gentlemen, stop. This isn’t how we handle these issues, but since Lee has turned to his own justice, this will be the exception,” Ari said, coming to stand between Lee and Freezy. “Lee is correct, Pronge. She was in this neighborhood, and that automatically means she belonged to someone else. You violated the rules and kept someone else’s trophy. This is on you.” Ari turned to face Lee, his face deadly calm. He lit a smoke, exhaling directly into Lee’s face. “Bodecker, you didn’t have to put the bitch down. If you didn’t want her back, you should’ve followed the rules and let us clean it up. This is your only warning. Do it again, and you’re going to be closed for business, understand?”
“Yes,” Lee simply replied before he lowered his gun and turned to leave.
“Why’d you fucking kill her if you didn’t even want her anymore, you fucking psycho?” Freezy yelled to Lee’s back.
“Because you ruined her,” Lee simply replied, never turning around or stopping. “Once you had her, she was damaged. But you broke the rules and you weren’t allowed to keep her.” Lee continued on, never stopping to acknowledge Bucky or anyone else as he walked back home.
Pronge walked over to her, genuine grief and pain washing over him. This is why he only played with these dumb cunts. He didn’t want to get attached because when you get attached, you get hurt. He knelt down, running his hand down her face one last time. He decided to let her keep her collar. He wouldn’t ever own a pet again. Not for some psychotic asshole to murder. And being called psychotic by Robert Pronge is why all the others feared Lee.
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Lee opened your door, making sure to help you out. He held you tightly as he led you back down to your room, never letting go for one second, afraid he would lose you all over again. He placed you on your bed, gently moving your hair from your face. He grabbed some clean clothes, dressed you, and laid next to you until your breathing evened out.
Once you were safe and asleep, he left, quietly shutting your cage behind him. He made his way upstairs, his anger boiling over.
Bucky sat on the couch, flipping through the channels with a bored look on his face. He didn’t stop to spare a glance at Lee, choosing to ignore his reaction.
“What the FUCK were you thinking, Bucky? Leaving her to Kemp and Pronge?! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” Lee yelled, grabbing the front of Bucky’s shirt. He pulled him off the couch, shoving him into the wall.
“At least yours survived and I didn’t put a bullet in her head,” Bucky calmly replied, his eyes never once leaving Lee’s. He didn’t say another word, waiting for comprehension to cross his brother’s face. “There it is, you remember her now, right? The one I loved that you murdered?” Bucky was yelling now, two years worth of hate and resentment boiling over.
“All of this because I took care of a whore? A whore tainted by Pronge? A whore you couldn’t control? All of this because you’re sad your pussy is gone?” Lee mocked.
“SHE WASN’T A WHORE!” Bucky screamed, punching Lee in the jaw with a sickening crunch. “ I. Loved. Her.” he yelled, each word punctuated by another harsh punch. He continued to punch Lee, over and over until exhaustion took him. He sat down, his head in his hands, finally free of all hate and anger, all emotions.
“I’m sorry I killed her,” Lee stated quietly, blood running down his face, eyebrow split open and his nose broken for a second time that day. “I got so angry about her staying with Pronge, how she looked at him with such love and admiration. It’s Robert Fucking Pronge. I just reacted, I didn’t consider any of the consequences.”
Bucky glanced at his brother, seeing full sincerity in his features. “It will never be okay, but it’s over now.” Bucky stood up, extending his hand to Lee to help him up also. Lee accepted, and they both moved to the kitchen. Lee went to the freezer, grabbed an ice pack for Bucky’s hand, and one for himself. He stood facing Bucky, who reached out and straightened Lee’s broken nose with a crunch.
They both sat at the kitchen table, quiet, wondering what to do now.
“Do you love her, Bucky? Do you want her or do you want to find someone of your own?” Lee and Bucky had always done everything together, including relationships, and maybe that was the issue.
“I want one of my own,” Bucky admitted, looking at Lee. “She’s not mine, she’s never been mine,” Bucky continued. “I want one to love and cherish on my own. Who will love and accept me for me,” he finished.
“I understand. I love her, I truly do. I would like to keep her. But tomorrow, we will go searching for you, find you the perfect one,” Lee said, placing his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “We do have the other side of the basement and extra fencing for the cage, all we would need is a bed. They can share a dresser for now,” Lee murmured, making a mental checklist of everything they would need.
“We’ll wait for her to wake up, then make another area for mine, and she will be all for me,” Bucky stated, happiness overtaking his dark heart. “All for me.”
Lee and Bucky came to an agreement as you slept, finally happy with their situation. Bucky couldn’t wait to go hunting, couldn’t wait to bring home a friend for you, a sister.
“Come on, we’ve got to get ready. Dad needs us to work tonight,” Lee said, moving towards his bedroom to change. Bucky followed, his head already filled with his wants and desires.
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babyjakes · 4 months
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eun participates in kinkmas 2023, twenty four days of kinky thots, blurbs, and fics!
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please note: prompts have no assigned date. due to an unplanned mini-hiatus, three days feature double prompts.
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fics.
flamingo pink | daddy!ari levinson x puppy!reader | prompt: pet play
a diamond's gotta shine | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompt: toys
clear blue water | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: watersports
lock them out and throw a feast | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader | prompt: food play
help me hold onto you | steve rogers x avenger!reader | prompt: sex pollen
devils roll the dice | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader | prompts: sex tape + medfet
did something bad | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompts: interrogation + weapon play
you all over me | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: double penetration
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blurbs.
not trying to play | bf!jake jensen x subby!reader | prompt: nipple play
in the middle of the night | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader | prompt: somnophilia
delicate | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: virgin
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thots.
edging | mutual masturbation | massage | harness | sex shop | threesome | monster fucking | knotting | fucking machine | exhibitionism + piercing
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stargazingfangirl18 · 3 months
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Pairing: Robert Pronge x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,294 Summary: You open your home to an injured stranger. Warnings: Mild sexual content. Explicit language. A/B/O. AU. Pet play elements. Fugitive!Robert. Sweet, sheltered!Reader. Soft!Robert (yep, you read that right lol.)
A/N: Alright, y'all, next up in the Pound Town verse is our favorite nasty soft!dark babe, Freezy. Enjoyyy! 😏
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Robert hissed in pain as he stumbled through the forest. 
One of his big hands pressed against the stab wound in his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers as his vision began to swim, and he knew that he was in trouble.
He thought it had been a stroke of luck that the brawl had broken out in the prison yard, that somehow he'd managed to swipe a guard's keys despite being nearly gutted by a fellow inmate. 
And when he stepped foot outside the prison gates, sweating and bleeding, he grinned, breathing in a deep breath of freedom before the sirens started wailing and he took off into the nearby woods.
It felt like he had been running for hours, and he didn't think he had even been followed with the riot still likely going on back at the prison, but after spending the last eight years incarcerated for a double homicide, well, Robert would keep on running until his legs gave out if it meant never going back to prison again.
So that's exactly what he did. 
He ran until his body gave out, and as Robert laid on the forest floor, gasping for breath and bleeding out, he stared up at the infinitely tall trees above him–and the peeks of bright blue winter sky beyond them–grateful that at least he wasn't going to die in his cold, barren prison cell.
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Robert woke slowly, consciousness coming back to him in lapping waves of realization.
He was alive.
His body was sore and his stomach was burning in agony.
He was warm and surrounded by a soothing scent that he couldn't quite place, something that reminded him of autumn spices and fresh baked treats.
And he wasn't alone.
Keeping his breathing steady and his eyes narrow slits, Robert peeked out from beneath his lashes to take in his surroundings.
He seemed to be stretched out on a sofa in a small log cabin, the space open and tidy, and a roaring fireplace just across the room keeping him warm.
And in the armchair adjacent from the foot of the sofa sat you.
You looked small and soft, a handknit blanket tucked over your lap as you curled up in the chair and worked on some kind of needlepoint.
Robert just stared at you for a moment, his nostrils flaring as he realized that the soft, soothing scent he'd clocked earlier was you.
And that you were an omega.
His breath caught at the realization, because fuck. He hadn't been near an omega in almost a decade, not since before he was locked up. 
It was instant–and primal–the way his alpha roared to life. 
You perked up at the sound of Robert's breath hitching, quickly rising from your seat and moving toward him. 
"You're awake!" you exclaimed just as you reached Robert's side, extending your hand toward his forehead to check if his fever had broken.
But that's as far as you got before Robert was launching himself at you. 
It was a cocktail of his alpha and survival instincts, as well as the sweet scent of your wrist gland filling his nostrils as you hovered over him, that had Robert snapping.
You squealed as he knocked you back onto the floor, wheezing as his big, heavy body crushed you beneath him.
For a long moment, the two of you just stared at each other, tense and silent.
Sweat dotted Robert's forehead as he panted and gazed down at you, his white teeth bared in a quiet snarl as his nostrils flared. 
You just gazed back up at him, too stunned to be afraid as you watched him with big, pretty eyes that shone with the kind of innocence that had his cock twitching.
"Who are you?" he growled.
You stammered out your name, your throat jumping on a nervous swallow as he repeated it in his rough, gravelly voice. 
"Where am I?" Robert asked next, his eyes finally flickering away from yours to drink in the rest of you. 
The delicate, unmarked column of your throat. The hint of cleavage that peeked out from the top of your conservative–and what looked to be handmade–dress.
He sank against you even more, his hand finding the swell of your hip and gripping hard as he swallowed back a groan, because you were so fucking soft and fragile beneath him.
"You're in my home," your voice regained his attention. "I found you out in the woods, unconscious, when I was picking berries for my pie."
"Christ," Robert hissed at your ridiculous, fairy tale like answer, trying to blink away the black spots that were dancing on the periphery of his vision. "You're an omega?"
You nodded, finally looking frightened as he hummed at your confirmation and his smoky alpha scent intensified.
"You're out here in the middle of nowhere? All by yourself?"
"Y-yes, my daddy didn't want me to go off to a shelter or breeder, so he kept me hidden out here," you babbled nervously. "He was a doctor, so that's how I knew how to patch you up as much as I could."
"And no one knows I'm here?" Robert rasped, losing his grip on you as his body began to feel heavy, too heavy for him to hold up anymore.
"No, I don't talk to anyone else and I never see anyone out this far, and certainly never an alpha like you–" your words morphed into a startled squeak as Robert suddenly collapsed on top of you, unconscious.
It took lots of squirming and trying to be as gentle as possible to shift Robert's weight off of you so you didn't jar his injury, but you finally had him laid out on the throw rug before the fireplace. 
You were just tucking some blankets over him when his eyes slowly fluttered open, and he groaned, scowling up at you as you knelt over him. 
"How are you feeling?" you asked. 
"Fucking fantastic," he snarked back, grunting in pain as he went to sit up and his stomach twinged. "Fucking fuck that hurts."
"Here, stop moving so much," you gently admonished, reaching behind you for the mug of water on the coffee table. 
You gathered the straw you had stuck in it and held it out for Robert to drink from, waiting for him to pull away before setting the mug aside. 
"Why are you helping me?" he asked suspiciously.
Your lips curled a little at his narrowed, wary gaze.
You had never met anyone so grumpy before.
Well, not that you had met many people in general, but still.
"Because you need it," you answered at last.
Robert just continued to watch you warily, his nostrils flaring and eyes drifting lower and making you squirm.
"Are you hungry?" you asked, feeling a sense of relief when his gaze lifted once more, away from your body.
There was a sparkle in his eyes now as he watched you–something knowing and devious–as his lips curled into a smirk as he replied, "Oh yeah, famished."
Your face warmed in an instant at his tone and you shifted away, keeping your gaze lowered as you murmured, "I made some soup and bread, I'll bring you some."
As you rose to your feet, Robert huffed a quiet, "Hey."
You shyly met his gaze, curling your fingers together before you as you shifted your weight.
"I'm Robert."
You perked up, smiling before saying, "It's nice to meet you, Robert." 
And then you were scurrying off into the kitchen to get his meal, unaware of the way Robert stared after you the entire time, his gaze hungry, predatory, as he snickered under his breath to himself, "Oh, we'll see about that, kitty cat."
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@syntheticavenger​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters, Thor, Loki
Themes: possessive behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, non-con, dub-con, forced marriage, forced relationship, forced pregnancy, non-con bdsm.
@cherienymphe​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Natasha Romanoff, Druig, Sherlock Holmes (Henry Cavill), Ransom Thrombey, Rafe Cameron, The Joker (Jared Leto), Michael Gray, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Steve Kemp, Chris Evans, Harry Styles
Themes: Yandere, manipulation, gaslighting, rape, violence, blood play, twisted views of love, possession, kidnapping, exophilia (werewolves, vampires, etc), forced pregnancy, power imbalances
@honeydulcewrites​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers, Henry Cavill
Themes: kidnapping, corruption kink, possessive/controlling behavior, cnc,  dubcon, humiliation, dumbification kink, bdsm, Stockholm syndrome, daddy kink, ddlg
@angrythingstarlight​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Destroyer! Chris, Ransom Drysdale
Themes: dark!reader, gaslighting, kidnapping, dub/con, murder, possessive behavior, bdsm, jealousy, exophilia, abuse of power, omegaverse, age gap, basement wife, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, and most kinks including somnophilia.
@xsapphirescrollsx​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Superman/Clark Kent, Arthur Curry
Themes: dub-con/non-Con, possessive behavior
@awesomerextyphoon​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Loki, Sam Wilson
Themes: Dub/Non-Con, Kidnapping, Drug Use, Obsessive Behavior, Light Bondage, Yandere
@bamposworld​ - masterlist
Characters: Peter Parker
Themes: gaslighting, power imbalances, non con/Dub-Con and codependent behavior, soft dark
@queenoftheworldisdead​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Loki, Peter Parker, Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, Brad Pitt and Keanu Reeves
Themes: non-con/dub con, bondage, breeding kink
@rustytricycle​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Loki, and Andy Barber.
Themes:  dub-con, non-con, drugging, possessive and obsessive behavior, kidnapping, gaslighting, abuse of power, knife play and blood play, somnophilia, forced pregnancy, forced abortion, murder, forced medical procedures, gagging, violence, injury, restraints, forced voyeurism, dark readers
@geniedetails - masterlist
Characters: Chris Evans RPF, Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes
Themes: stalking, infatuation, kidnapping, corruption, forced parenthood, authority, Stockholm Syndrome
@darksideofthecocoamoon​ - masterlist
Characters: Peter Parker, Arvin Russell, Timothée Chalamet, Paul Atreides, Laurie Laurence, King Hal 
Themes: dub con, non con, stalking, manipulative and possessive behavior, kidnapping, gaslighting, abuse of power, knife play and breath play, somnophilia, forced breeding, gagging, violence and death, injury, blasphemy, bondage
@boxofbonesfic​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Marvel, LOTR, Star Wars, Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters
Themes: obsessive/possessive and toxic behaviors, manipulation, gaslighting, dubcon/noncon.
@jamalflanagan​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Bucky Barnes, tasm! Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Thor, Ransom Drysdale, Robert Pronge, Hela, Sif & the warriors 3, Bryce Langley, Lee Bodecker, Andy Barber, Nick Fowler
Themes: stalking, manipulative behavior, gaslighting, possessive behavior, dubious consent, murder, controlling behavior, forced breeding, bdsm, abuse, kidnapping
@strangeprincex  - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Stephen Strange, Valkyrie, Wanda Maximoff, Loki
Themes: Possessive behaviour, violence and threatening behaviour, non-con sex, bdsm and humiliation, kidnapping, hypnosis, blasphemy, body horror and angst.
@avintagekiss24​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Andy Barber, Steve Kemp
Themes: non-con/dub con, kidnapping, manipulation, BDSM, stalking, degradation
@golden-ariess​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers
Themes: stalking, possessive/ controlling behavior. Slight Stockholm syndrome.
@hauntedelation - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Bucky Barnes and Sebastian Stan characters, Thor, Loki , Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Steven Grant/Marc Spector
Themes: dubcon/non con sexual activity, possessive behavior, stalking, manipulation, age gap, cheating, violence, and gore
@gothgirlmahi​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Carol Danvers, Thor.
Themes: non con, obsessive/unrequited love, manipulation, and kidnapping
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summary. | Your neighbour feels you’ve misunderstood his actions.
prompts. | Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy + Neighbours + “The least you could do is be grateful.” + Drugging, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, drugging, kidnapping, captivity, restraints, delusion, lying, deceit, manipulation, pet names, threats, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.
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You slowly come to, recognizing that this isn’t your bedroom. It isn’t even your house. 
Your eyelids are heavy as you survey your surroundings, finding a beautiful room that is seemingly untouched. You lay on a hard mattress, presumably new. You have duct tape wrapped tightly around your wrists and ankles, rendering you helpless.
Your mouth feels dry, and your eyesight is bleary. You feel dizzy—scared, too. 
The door creaks open, and the man who steps in is your neighbour, Robert. He’s never been the friendliest, but given that his house is right next to yours, the two of you were bound to speak to one another.
You gasp in relief. Robert looks different. His hair has been buzzed off, and he seems less rugged. But that doesn’t matter—he’ll still be your saviour.
“R– Robert! Oh, thank goodness you’re here. Please, I need your help,” you begin to ramble as he slowly shuts the door behind him, staring at you the entire time. Robert shushes you, and you listen to him. “Of course you do, babycakes. Why else do you think you’re here, huh?”
His words are meant to be kind, but with his tone, it comes out all wrong. Anger is simply in his nature when he snaps. Robert’s mouth twitches under his trimmed beard, and you tilt your head before straightening it when your world starts to spin.
Suddenly, the memories come flooding back. You remember he offered you an extra coffee—they messed his order up, and he didn’t want it to go to waste, Robert claimed. And then, darkness.
Your bottom lip wobbles and your hands shake when your stomach drops. No, Robert is not your saviour; he is the enemy, the foe. Evidently, he always has been.
“D– Did you drug me? A– and bring me here?” you question furiously. Your ire takes up most of your energy—or what little you have left. Robert is silent as he bites the inside of his cheeks, fists clenching. “I didn’t drug you. Don’t say that. You just needed… a push.”
You can tell that he doesn’t even believe himself. You scoff, incredulous. 
“You can’t be serious. You drugged me, Robert. And now you have me locked up in here!” you yell. Robert snarls at your fury. “I didn’t like it either. But the least you could do is be grateful,” he spits. 
“Grateful? For what?” you repeat.
“That I care enough about you. Look, look at this room. I did all this stupid shit for you, and you don’t even have the decency to thank me,” he seethes, stomping to get closer to you. His face is near yours, and you can see the discoloration on his teeth. “I thought you were a good girl,” Robert adds, and you roll your eyes.
“How can I thank you when you’re hurting me?” you ask, voice going soft but not out of affection. You’re tired from both the drugs and the adrenaline leaving your body. “Hurting you?” he scoffs.
“You don’t know how I can make you hurt, little girl,” he whispers, a bone-chilling glint in his eyes. You challenge him with your own hardened gaze, but you know you’re no match for Robert. 
He eventually stands back up and sighs, looking around the room he put so much time and effort into. For you. “You know, I think you need some more alone time. Then you’ll really see how much you need me,” Robert snickers, turning around to leave you alone in the room.
You scream his name and beg him to come back, to let you go, and you promise you won’t say a thing to anyone. He doesn’t listen, even when you burst into tears and choke on your words. 
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sgt-seabass · 1 year
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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖
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✧˚ · . 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
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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
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"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.
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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.
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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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✨Pairing✨: serial killer!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader (ft. Robert Pronge)
Summary🪄: Never trust the back roads
⚠️: 18+, NO MINORS!! Soft,Dark!Ari, abduction, Minor character(s) death, mention of blood, a bit of Stockholm syndrome (maybe?), manipulation, language, hint of cult like lore/rituals
A/N🎤: Hey guys☺️! We got another spooky season themed piece based off Texas Chainsaw Massacre (movie and recently released game). Those who have read my works for a while know I usually stay in the lane of fluff, but as you’ve read above this is a bit darker in nature (please don’t read if any of the above warnings make you uncomfortable). So because this is new to me, I am v nervous lol but I hope those who read like it!
*Disclaimer!: although visual was made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*
“I told you we should’ve stayed on the interstate,” Brittany quips crossing her arms across her chest. “Now we’re out of gas and stuck on this hick-town backroad.”
“Need I remind you we wouldn’t be in this situation if somebody would’ve been ready so we could leave on time,” her boyfriend, Adrian, retorts turning the key in the ignition again to get the same result of his Bronco sputtering before going silent.
“Don’t blame your laziness on me! Who doesn’t get gas before leaving?”
“I had enough to get us to the halfway point we were supposed to be at-!”
“Will both of y’all shut up?!,” Cassidy, your roommate and Brittany’s best friend, shouts successfully quieting the couple up front. “Giving me a headache.”
“Now what do we do?,” you softly ask nervously toying with the ring dangling from the thin chain around your neck.
“If we knew we wouldn’t be sitting here now would we?”
“Hey! I get it Brit your frustrated. Don’t take that shit out on Y/N or any of us,” Cassidy snaps. Her best friend only mumbles under her breath sinking a bit lower in her seat.
“I’m sorry, what was that?!”
“Enough!,” Adrian shouts making you jump while the other girls look out their respective windows. Sighing, he grabs his phone from the middle console before unbuckling his seatbelt and turning towards the rest of you. “Let’s try to come together, alright?” Ever the captain trying to rally the “team”.
“I’m gonna walk up the road and see if I can find a gas station or anybody that can help. You three stay here and keep trying your phones to see if you can get anyone.”
“You’re just gonna leave us here?!,” Brittany asks as if offended he would ever speak such a plan. He doesn’t have time to answer from the knock on her window startling everyone in the car. The stranger’s almond brown strands framed his rugged yet model-esque face as his lips curled into a friendly smile. His large palms shooting up in surrender with a quick, “sorry!” giving all of you a show of his thick biceps and the veins that travelled up his forearms.
“Didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to see if y’all were alright,” he speaks loud enough to be heard through the rolled up window. His deep voice and southern drawl prickles your ears - and shamefully, other more neglected parts - wanting to hear him talk all day and night if you could.
“Yea, just out of gas,” Adrian answers. “Know where the closest station is?”
“I happen to own one 10-15 minutes up the road. I could drive you if you want?”
“Fuck no, we’re not going with him!,” Cassidy whispers to Adrian. “Where did he come from in the first place?”
“Cass this might be the only help we get. I’m not about to pass up the chance to get out of here because of paranoia,” he replies before turning back to the handsome stranger. “Sounds good, thanks.”
Once he’s helped all of you into his older model truck, it doesn’t take long for him to start the engine carrying the four of you down the road. Adrian sat in the passenger seat while you sat in the middle of Brittany and Cassidy in the back. The three of you quiet as the men small talked.
Adrian introduced all of you and explained your summer vacation plans - much to Brit and Cass’ displeasure - to the former stranger now called Ari.
Occasionally he’d ask if you all were okay or needed the air changed. His eyes unknowingly lingering on you a tad longer as you nervously smoothed out the hem of your flowy floral dress.
Knowing what you do now, you would’ve stopped Adrian from accepting his help. From either of you getting in that red truck and falling for a kind smile and hypnotizing blue eyes.
-
Waking up, the panic returns to your body not being able to move your arms and legs far. The heavy shackles attaching them - and you - to the cold, metal table below make it near impossible as their chains rattle pulling your extremities back with a sharp thud.
“Might not wanna move too much sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to hurt those pretty little wrists of yours.” The fearfully familiar voice has tears brimming your eyes hearing his footsteps come closer and closer until he’s stopping at the table on the opposite wall handling some tool. Without your glasses, everything looks blurry which only adds to your fear.
You lost them as you were trying to run away from your other captor. Long, stringy brown hair and thin wire frames of his own, he always seemed to wear black gloves and an apron splattered with some liquid you didn’t want to think about every time he appeared. This last time somehow finding your latest hiding spot as you all tried to escape.
First you were right beside Brittany, both of you shoulder to shoulder sprinting and nearly out of breath. Then suddenly you were harshly falling to the ground having tripped over something. She kept going, ignoring your hurt form as you were pulled along the clay like dirt trying to wiggle free as you screamed and sobbed calling out for help.
“Shut up! Maybe if you would’ve stayed where we put you, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” he spat down at you clearly frustrated you were putting him through all this trouble.
After finally settling on the delicate scalpel, he slowly stalks across the surgical like room. Shoes tapping against the linoleum floor while he admired how it gleams in the fluorescent light with every slight twist of his hand.
“Now,” he grins leaning down close enough that you could feel the warm air from his nostrils blowing against your skin. Smell the smoke on his breath from his earlier cigarette. “How about we get you out of those filthy clothes, hm?”
The back of the scalpel runs along your sweaty collarbone as he placed it under your thin, spaghetti strap. With one tug he could easily break it giving free access to your chest - especially with your arms being held above your head.
“I told you she was for last Bobby,” Ari speaks approaching your table and making your heart sink further. His partner, well Bobby, rolls his eyes begrudgingly sitting up to meet him now standing right by your leg smudged in dirt.
“Welp, sometimes life has other plans,” he replies with that devious smirk. Ari’s bigger than the man in front of him, easily being able to move Bobby out of the way with the thick muscles along his arms and back - not to mention those thighs straining to break free from his blue jeans.
You feel like a lab rat being observed by scientists under their intense gazes. Ari’s, though, mixed with something tender - almost enamored - that has you surprisingly not cowering away when he reaches his hand out brushing a thumb along your cheek to wipe away a fallen tear.
“Please,” you whisper between your sniffles. “I-I’ll do anything.”
Those words coming from your pretty mouth sparked something in Ari he’d never felt in all these years.
Plenty of his victims pleaded that same thing offering him any and everything a man could ever want, but he never budged continuing on for the sake of his family’s lineage. There was something about sweet you though, practically dripping with innocence and this light Ari couldn’t help but fall for. He saw that while you sat in the backseat of his truck and at the gas station quietly sipping your soda off on your own as you looked out the window towards the lush grassland across the street sprinkled with wildflowers. He actually felt guilty when he had to knock you out, hoping he wasn’t scarring your soft skin too much when he’d drug you to the storm cellar with the others.
Immediately, he wanted you all for himself and was ironically desperate enough to do anything to make it happen.
“Oh sweetheart, we’ve heard it all before,” Bobby teasingly coos. Ari’s emotion stays unmoving still gently wiping away your tears.
“I promise I won’t say anything!”
“I won’t say anything!,” he mocks trying to imitate your fear stricken voice before laughing to himself. He returns back to the table full of tools trying to decide between the rusted scissors or the butcher knife for his next torturous instrument. “You’re all the same.”
Peering up at Ari with wet lashes and red eyes, you whimper another quiet “please” hoping to see your family again.
And for the first time since your capture, that charismatic smile finds its way back on his pink lips reminding you of when he first appeared outside the car. Giving you a small sense of hope you should’ve known not to trust.
“Tell you what, I’m feeling generous so I’ll make a deal with you,” Ari speaks sounding so smooth as if the current environment around him wasn’t real at all. Bobby isn’t happy though, from the way he drops his tools stalking over to Ari.
“Need I remind you of your little legend?”
“Everything will be fine. Especially when sugar here helps us.”
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You can still hear Brittany’s screams coming from the room deeper in the basement. They’re faint, being however many feet upstairs in one of the older farmhouse’s bedrooms, but you can still hear the agony and fear laced within.
Hear the betrayal uttered along with every “no don’t!,” knowing you were ultimately the reason for her final capture - and soon death. Before she was taken herself, Cassidy found a hidden message on one of the walls describing how to get out using only Ls for left and Rs for right. Pictures meant to represent exits on how to leave the property that you all nearly found if not for the hidden traps.
A light tap on the door has you holding yourself tighter, moving slightly higher up the bed fearful of who could be on the other side. Luckily - or maybe not - it’s a blurry Ari holding something in his hands. His heavy steps stop at the edge of the bed gently placing something on the brown comforter. Cautiously, you reach out to feel the cool metal of your glasses excitedly placing them back on your face to find them cleaned and surprisingly without a scratch.
“I thought you’d need those.”
His strikingly handsome face is soft with a tilted smile as he hands you a glass of water you rush to take craving for the cool liquid to flow down your scratchy throat.
“Slow down sugar,” he chuckles. “There’s more.”
Now embarrassed, you slowly lower the glass from your chapped lips handing it back with a shy, “thank you,” before wrapping your arms around your middle again. “A-Am I going home now?”
He sighs clicking his tongue and rubbing the back of his neck with his bear paw of a hand as if not exactly knowing how to answer your question. His expression has your face falling in disappointment as well as confusion.
“‘Fraid not.”
“But…you told me you’d let me go?”
“And I did. You’re not in those rough shackles anymore are you?” You feel foolish thinking he’d actually help you this time. He’d shown you the knife before, yet you still openly turned your back as if he couldn’t stab you.
Were you really that naive? Or was it something deeper at work you were ashamed to admit?
“Aw don’t look so sad. I’m just looking out for you,” he explains perching on the corner of the full sized mattress. “The moment you show up back home without your friends all fingers are pointing towards you.”
“I’ll tell them we split up! That I don’t know what happened to them,” you cry.
“That’ll only get you so far before eyes are back on you sweetheart. Parents and friends of theirs saying how you have to know something. That’s when cops get more aggressive too.” Ari dares place his hand on your thigh as a sign of comfort, and you don’t remove it thinking how he was right.
You wouldn’t be able to play dumb for long before you’d appear even more suspicious to everyone. That then left you with two options: jail or hide away confirming your own death along with the others.
Tears quickly tumble from your eyes at your realization, but Ari’s there wiping them away as soon as they fall and leaving your skin tingly where he touched.
“I know I know, it’s a lot to take in. But I’ll be there to take care of you. Just like I took care of Brittany for you.”
“F-For me?,” you ask gazing at him with tears still falling as you silently hiccup.
He nods. “You didn’t know she was the one to trip you huh?” Part of him hated to be the one to break it to you, but on the other hand he could just eat you up like a little sugar cube how innocently oblivious you looked.
Not to mention how you still managed to look so pretty while you cried on his bed. It gave him other ideas, but he managed to push those away for now.
“She selfishly sacrificed you, so it’s only right she get the karma she deserved right?,” he asks gently squeezing your thigh.
You knew she never liked you. For whatever reason, always looking at you like an annoying little sibling being forced to tag along whenever Cassidy would invite you out with them. She was a true friend wanting you to experience more than the four walls of your dorm and your classrooms, while Brittany could care less about you.
Although it felt wrong to admit, you nod agreeing with the man doting on you making his tilted smile return - and that gooeyness to your insides.
“You won’t have to want for anything here with me sugar. I promise you that.”
Every fiber and cell in your body is warning you of his promises. Reminding you of everything you’ve been through up to that point. How you should be careful with the man in front of you, who had a deadly switch that could flip at any moment leaving you in clear danger.
Yet the way his blue eyes look at you - really see you, which is more than you experience from most people - you feel honored he’d retaliate on your behalf. You feel special receiving such loyalty and care.
And with that, you lean into his touch softly smiling as his thumb traces along your bottom lip. “Okay Ari.”
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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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SDAU, Grumpy Grizzly, Shot Down
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“Yeah right, like anyone would ever want to date him.”
“It’s not a date, Madeline,” the girl grumbled, “not a real one…just say yes.  It’s an invite to a Rho party.”
“I don’t care!” she squeaked, looking away from her teammate, “I am not going to a party on Lee Bodecker’s arm.  He’s a pig and an asshole…”
“Most Rhos are,” her friend reminded her, “Just do it. Come on. You know they throw legendary parties.”
“You’re only saying that because Barnes invited you.”
“Yeah?” she asked, “What’s your point?”
“There’s nothing wrong with him!”
“He’s an asshole too!”
“But at least he’s hot,” she growled, pushing her friend lightly, “Bodecker is just…ugh…I don’t want to go into this with you…why couldn’t someone like Everett ask me?”
Her friend scoffed, “you want to fight that tigress that he’s had on his arm the past few weeks, kudos for you…”
“You get what I mean,” she groaned looking back away from her friend, “Curtis is a bear…but he’s thick in the right ways…Lee…isn’t.”
“Whatever Kia,” her friend replied with a laugh, “but I can’t pull any strings to get you in.  So it’s either Bodecker or nothing.”
“I think I’ll choose nothing!”
“I uh…I’m still here, you know,” Lee growled, growing angrier by the second as he glared at the two women who had proceeded to have the conversation as though he would somehow disappear.  They both looked at him, the chatty parrot shifters tinging pink as they became embarrassed.  Lee bit his lip and shrugged them off, “Whatever…I was trying to be nice because Buck asked your fucking friend, you uptight cunt.  You’re a stuck-up bitch with no ass.”
Before she could even so much as gasp in shock, Lee had skated off towards his teammates who were actively working on their defense. 
“Don’t worry man…I’ll make sure Buck uninvites that bitch,” Curtis said, hitting Lee’s shoulder, “that was fucking brutal to watch.”
“Or we can embarrass the fuck out of both of them?” Pronge smirked, his gaze shifting to the two parrots who were still gawking at him.  Lee looked away; his ego heavily bruised, “I can have em regretting talking about you like that.  They’ll be the talk of the campus…you know…next, after fucking Alana..”
“Fucking bitches,” he groaned, more to himself than his brothers, “why do you guys keep making me ask girls to our parties?  The only ones that say yes end up ditching me halfway through em anyways!”
“You’ll find a girl, Lee,” Curtis said hopefully, “I-I can see if Adriana made any cute little omega friends in her classes if you want…invite them for you?”
Lee shook his head, unable to handle the thought that he couldn’t get his own date so his friends had to do it for him, “Guys, I-“
“I’m gonna fuck that girl up.” Pronge decided, skating over to the two figure skaters who were still on the edge of the rink.  Curtis watched as the girl blushed, and quickly nodded her head.
“You cool with what he’s doing?” Curtis asked briefly, “I’ll put his ass in line if you’re not…”
“You know there’s no stopping Freezy when he gets his mind set on something...fuck you know how he acted out last week with that human he was dating.”
Curtis put his hand warmly over his friend’s shoulder, “we’ll get you a nice little obedient omega, Lee…don’t worry about it, sheriff.”
Lee gave a sad smile to his friend, and president of his frat, “r-really…it’s not necessary, Curtis…I think I’ll just hang out in my room and drink alone.  Maybe get some studying done…I don’t know…but I-”
“Be a man, Lee!” Curtis exclaimed, cutting his friend off while reciting their motto to the alpha.  He punched the chest plate of his friend’s padding to emphasize that he needed to man up, “we’ll get you your obedient little thing and you’ll be cuffing her to your bed, knotting the little slut before you know it!”
“Curt-“
“I’m gonna get you laid this year buddy!” Curtis smiled, cutting his friend off, “I found my mate and I’m not just going to leave you in the dust.  You’ve been my best friend since we were knee high, Lee…den brothers.”
“Den brothers!”  Lee groaned as his friend skated away.  He knew Curtis wasn’t joking.  The two of them really had been friends since they were cubs, and Curtis always watched out for the chubby alpha, making sure that despite his quiet exterior, no one ever took advantage of him.  But Curtis had something in common with his best friend that bonded them since they were cubs; regardless of how quiet Lee was; he had just as bad a mean streak as Curtis.  They’d even joked when they were kids that they’d find their mates around the same time and they’d be ‘den brothers,’ making sure that they had kids together that became best friends just like them. 
Any time Curtis had a girlfriend, he made sure Lee was taken care of too, and now that he had his mate, he was going to make sure that Lee had the same.  Lee was grateful, deep down, knowing that despite how people looked at the two asshole alphas, they always had each other.  And then there was Pronge. 
He was like the red-headed step-child of their little friend group.  A lynx, adopted by bears Pronge was a weird mix of his own instinctual habits with the ones of his learned family.  He was chuckling as he skated back, “Uptight little bitch.”
“She say no to you too?” Lee asked hopefully.  Pronge shook his head and he frowned.
“No…but she wants to make sure I don’t ditch her at the party and leave her with you,” he smirked, “oh…I’m gonna fuck her up good.”  
Lee frowned.  Another small dig at his pride.  His bear rolled over in his mind, over what felt like the constant stream of rejection from women, “Pronge, can we maybe not talk about how women don’t want to be stuck with me for a few minutes?”
“Don’t worry buddy,” he smiled, “I’m gonna be her little date for the night then get her really fucked up and let the pledges have their way with her…she’s gonna be on the latest installment of Rho Girls Unhinged.”
Lee closed his eyes and put his hand over his forehead, instantly rubbing his temples from the oncoming migraine. 
“Listen…I understand that you’re doing this for me…but I’m a cop, Freezy,” he groaned, “you can’t tell me you’re going to drug a girl and let the freshies take turns knotting her while you film it without her consent.”
“Hey, hey!” he said slowly, holding his hands up in defense, “I know what you do, buddy…I never said any specifics…and drugs?  What drugs?”
“Pronge…”
“You have such a wild imagination, buddy,” Pronge grinned, tapping his friend on the back, “drugs…where would I even get such a thing?  Who does drugs?”
“Bobby, you’re the biggest dealer on campus.”
“PShhhh,” his friend laughed, shooting him a wink, “Lee, you’re crazy!”
“Freezy-“
“You want first shot at her?” he offered sneakily, “I can blur out your face if you want…your little cop buddies will never have to know.”
“You’re fucking gross,” he laughed, looking back to the rink entrance where the girls no longer stood, “you know that, right?”
“And yet they always keep coming back.  They wall want a taste of freezy.”
“SHERIFF!  FREEZY!” Curtis called from halfway down the rink, “STOP FUCKING AROUND!  WE HAVE TO PRACTICE!”
Tag list:  @lohnes16, @bxnnywriting, @krissy25
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myfanficlibraries · 11 months
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Multiple Characters
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1) Attic Wives Anonymous by @foxgloveprincess       Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Robert Pronge       Dark       Ongoing
2) Brat Taming by @imaginedreamwrite       A/B/O Dynamics       Characters: Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers       Ongoing
3) Conclave by @late-to-the-party-81       Apocalypse AU       Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers       Soft Dark
4) Fantasy Hotel by @deandoesthingstome       Characters: August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Hellraiser!Mike, Walter Marshall       Ongoing       Smut
4) More Hearts Than Mine by @imaginedreamwrite       Characters: Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Skinny!Steve Rogers       College AU       Ongoing
5) Mrs. Claus Show by @imyourbratzdoll       WARNING: Dangerous levels of delightful silliness!       Also a good amount of smut.       Characters: Ari Levinson, Bucky, Curtis Everett, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lee Bodecker, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers       Ongoing
6) Ruby Garden by @biteofcherry       BDSM       Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes, Curtis Everett, Lloyd Hansen, Nick Fowler, Steve Rogers       Ongoing
7) The Assistant by @holylulusworld       Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Mike Weiss, Steve Rogers       Ongoing       Plus Size Reader
8) The Club AU by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor       Characters: Bucky Barnes, Curtis Everett, Lee Bodecker, Loki, Thor       Dark       Ongoing     
9) The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars by @crazyunsexycool       A/B/O Dynamics       Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers       Ongoing
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littlelioncub43 · 1 year
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Ahh i love bobby. I wouldn't mind sitting in his lap all day <3 just playing with his hair, tracing his face ahh i need him now and i need him badly (also cockwarming yes)
Im abnormally soft for Bobby.
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His favorite thing you do is when you cradle his head and kiss the bump of his nose. He doesn't tell you that, of course, but he adores it. Melts him instantly. Second favorite being a forehead kiss. No one has ever kissed his forehead before, so it's something special just for the two of you.
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mdemontespan1667 · 1 year
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MASTERLIST
UPDATED 11/13/2022 18+ ONLY
CURTIS EVERETT
-WHERE YOU BELONG (DARK)
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
-NOT SO SILENT NIGHT (DARK)
STEVE ROGERS / BUCKY BARNES
-ANYTHING (DARK)
PART ONE
PART TWO
-RULES
BUCKY BARNES
-THE TIES THAT BIND
-WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN (AU)
-THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR WALKING
STEVE ROGERS
-CAPTIVE (DARK)(WIP)
PART ONE
PART TWO
-HELP ME
-THE GIFT
-THE ARGUMENT
-THE BET
-IN THE FLESH (DARK READER)
-ONE NIGHT (DARK)
-SOME OTHER NIGHT (DARK)
-STRONG ENOUGH (DARK)
-TWAS THE NIGHT (DARK)
-THE LESSON (DARK)
-MINE (DARK READER)
-THE TROUBLE WITH COYOTES (DARK)
GERALT
-HIS WICKED WAYS (DARK) (WIP)
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
LOKI
-DESTINY (DARK)
ROBERT PRONGE
-THE FLIP SIDE (DARK)
ANDY BARBER (COMING SOON)
-THE MISADVENTURES OF MRS ANDY BARBER (DARK)
WALTER MARSHALL
-HUNGER (DARK VAMPIRE AU)
PART ONE
PART TWO
LLOYD HANSEN
-A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
SHANE WALSH
-AND I FEEL FINE (MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE/TRUCKS AU)
CROSSOVERS
-BLIND SPOT (NIGHT HUNTER AU FEATURING WALTER MARSHALL, STEVE ROGERS, BUCKY BARNES AND READER)
THE LONG WALK (PART ONE-DARK) (1)
JANE DOE (2)
STUPID GIRL (SOFT DARK) (3) (COMING SOON)
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babyjakes · 3 months
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devils roll the dice.
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompts | sex tape + medfet
pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader
warnings | extremely dark, the darkest thing i've ever written (we've entered dead dove do not eat territory; please heed ALL warnings.) canon-level mature themes: kidnapping, torture films, murder. implications that reader will be killed. robert is cold and ruthless. innocent!virgin!reader. filming of illicit sex tape. reader is blindfolded and gagged. restraints. medfet elements: robert's little setup is giving vintage white tile exam room, exam table, stirrups, those gd black gloves, speculum use. clit focus (puff puff content incoming.) vibrator. multiple forced orgasms. squirting. overstimulation. mocking and degradation. robert puts a cig out on reader's leg. written in 3rd person idk.
word count | 1,485
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an | i'm kind of sitting here like wtf, ,, what is this and how did it come out of me lol. a little nervous to post, but i trust you guys to make responsible decisions about the media you consume!!! i'll probably never write something this fucked up again but for whatever reason it was just flowing out of me tonight folks, please again i'm begging you go read the warnings, like a second time through wouldn't hurt lol, and i hope you enjoy!!
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Bringing its bitter end to his lips, Robert used one hand to draw in a deep breath of his dwindling cigarette, the other lazily holding a black magic wand in its designated place. He was nearly an hour into the day's filming session, and his subject was reaching a level of exhaustion and misery that made her more annoying to play with than anything else. But knowing he needed to milk at least a little more footage out of her before putting her back under and calling it a day, the man kept at the task. He tried to remind himself that he should be enjoying himself; considering the kinds of commissions he generally had to choose from, this particular case was a treat. A pretty little virgin, as soft and pure as the early spring rain, with the most stunning body the criminal had ever had the privilege of defiling. He could spend another thirty minutes at his station, watching as all the life and dignity were drained out of his poor little victim like blood dripping to the cold tile floor.
Through the musty cloth rammed between her battered lips, the poor girl's cries were escalating as her tormentor swirled the curve of the wand's slick bulb over her burning clit. Robert knew what her worsening wails meant; with a callous grin, he pulled his cig from his mouth just in time to press its smoking end to the girl's inner thigh as she came. With the howl she let out, he was thankful for the buffer the gag provided. "Noisy little bitch," he laughed as her juices sprayed out against his gloved hands. "That's it, slut. Fucking take it."
Glancing at the camcorder sitting off to his side, Robert considered his options. As much satisfaction as he derived from seeing how many orgasms could be wrung out of the poor thing before her body knocked her out as an act of mercy, his sadistic tendencies were getting bored of the monotony. Tossing the used cigarette to the floor, the man slowed the wand to a stop. He rolled away slightly on his stool, tossing the condom that was wrapped over the toy's head into the large black trash bag sitting in the center of the large room's floor. This far into his career, Robert had his methods down to a science. There was a way to keep everything clean, everything untraceable.
It was the whole purpose of his "worksite"; it provided a secure, controlled environment for the entire job to take place in, from start to flatline finish. The "set" was by far his favorite portion of the space, and understandably so, as it's where his sick imagination got to run wild for hours, days on end. And his clients were just as enthusiastic about the vivid stage he had put together for their subjects to shine on. It was somewhat inspired by a vintage gynecology office. He had the classic off-white exam table, equipped with a daunting pair of metal stirrups that were always positioned just a little wider than what would be comfortable. A sturdy set of restraints were of course a must, and to make sure the camera picked up on every agonizing detail, he had installed an adjustable surgical light overhead that could be aimed and drawn in to illuminate any area or action he chose. He hadn't struggled to gather all the tools and instruments he could ever want, either. A few of his buyers were licensed professionals themselves, opening the door to acquiring inventory from the big-name brands in bulk.
The other corners of the room had their designated uses as well: one with a filthy mattress for the unconscious victims to waste away on as heavy drugs pumped through their systems, another with large plastic sheets covering the floor, walls, and ceiling where the poor souls were hosed down (inside and out) before a bullet to the temple inevitably ended their long days of suffering. But most of their waking hours were spent on that dreaded padded table, the very spot where Robert's most recent capture was using the few moments he spent away from his station desperately trying to regain control of her breathing.
He returned to his position swiftly after switching out his soiled pair of black gloves for fresh ones, not wanting to waste any of his or his client's time. The sight of the girl's abused sex was enough to make the man drool; it had been quite some time since he had seen such a marvelous-looking cunt, so glorious in its messy destruction. Knowing he should share the beautiful sight, he took the time to adjust the camera, zooming in from a full-body shot to focus solely on the spot between the victim's legs. With the humiliating inspection he was preparing to perform, he wanted to be sure his buyer got to see each drop of come the poor girl let out, every twitch and spasm he would pull from her helpless body.
"Now let's see here," the man breathed as he brought his gloved fingers up to gently spread out the ruined-looking pussy before him. Noticing the way his subject winced as her puffy folds were pried open, he couldn't help but laugh in dark delight. He drew his attention to her throbbing clit, noting how much it had grown in size from all those unwanted orgasms he had forced out of her. Its hood was completely retracted, leaving the poor bud exposed to the open air. In a moment of perverted curiosity, Robert pinched the hardened nub harshly between his fingers, earning the prettiest sob he had heard from the girl all day. He chuckled once more, rolling and pulling at the knot of flesh for a few more seconds of additional torture before finally moving his hands away.
"What do you think? Should we try for one more?" he mused mockingly as he grabbed a plastic speculum from one of the drawers built in beneath the table, unwrapping it and tossing its trash to the side before pausing to grin deviously over his victim. Glancing up at her head, he realized it was still covered with a black hood he had put on her at the beginning of the shoot. The buyer had requested for her to be blindfolded like this for a decent portion of the film, offering the explanation that she was "afraid of the dark," and that he wanted to see her in as much pain and fear as humanly possible. The hood had served its purpose for the day, but now, Robert wanted the poor girl to see each and every way he was going to be violating her body in real time. In one swift motion, he reached up and pulled the pocket of fabric away, exposing her stunning tear-stained face. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted viciously. Just as he was hoping, her cries worsened as she saw the dreaded tool in his hands. He had a certain liking for holding up the devices he was preparing to use to see his victim's reactions; after all, he got off on fear and dread just as much as his clients did.
"Time to open up this pretty little cunt and see what kind of damage we did," the man enthused as he forced the tip of the instrument into the girl's drenched opening. By now, she had been well stretched out and ruined by her captor's horrific methods. Grappling with his usual lack of restraint and self-control, Robert had barely made the drive back with the girl tied up in his trunk without pulling over and popping that perfect little cherry on his own time, without a single camera properly rolling.
Turning the speculum as it was fully inserted, the man took great pleasure in squeezing the handle to force the tool open, each tiny click that sounded only stretching the poor thing's aching walls out to a further, more painful degree. "There," he sighed in satisfaction as the last notch was reached. Pulling his hands away, he gave himself and the camera a few seconds to enjoy the view of the girl's milky insides, so worn and sore from the days of torture she'd endured.
"Alright. One more," he finally hummed, using his gloved fingers to collect some of the plentiful slick dripping from the speculum before dragging them up to find that adorable little button he loved bullying so much. Her fading sobs were revived in an instant, her throat growing hoarse from all the screaming she'd done. But as much as she cried, Robert was determined to get one final orgasm from her before putting her back under for the day. After spending so much time making that pretty pussy as puffy and sensitive as possible, he deserved to see it coming all stretched out painfully over his instrument of choice.
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stargazingfangirl18 · 6 months
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Sanctuary
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Pairing: Robert Pronge x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,265 Summary: You weren't seeking refuge because you almost died, you were seeking refuge because of him.
Warnings: AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Demon!Robert. Soft!dark elements. Paranormal elements. Dub con. Sex in a church. Vaginal fingering. Telepathy. Unprotected sex. Lots of cum, sorry not sorry lol.
A/N: I want to try to get out some spooky/supernatural fics this month, so let's start by revisiting Deal with the Devil!Freezy, shall we?
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You were never much for religion, but after your attack, and the way you had almost died, you found yourself sitting in the small, dimly lit church on the end of a rundown city block within walking distance of your apartment quite frequently.  
It wasn't some kind of subsequent faith that you now had after you survived that led you here, it was because you had survived, and the way in which you did.
It was because of him.
The stranger who had saved your life. 
You remembered the satisfaction in his dark, inhuman gaze as he had tasted your blood before drinking from your lips.
You remembered the unnatural flavor of sulfur that had lingered in your mouth for days after the kiss.
And you couldn't seem to escape the way he kept appearing in your dreams, reminding you that you were his now, that you owed him.
You weren't sure what that debt could possibly be or lead to, but you were certain that you didn't want to find out.
So you weren't paying homage to a miracle whenever you came to church, you were a terrified survivor seeking refuge.
Tonight was no different as you sat a few pews back from the church altar, tugging at the gold cross pendant around your neck as you stared off into the distance without seeing, enjoying a few moments of quiet, solitary sanctuary.
And then he spoke from behind you.
"If you were hoping you could hide from me here, sweetness, sorry to burst your bubble."
His voice was rough–almost ragged somehow–the gravelly sound making all your hair stand on end as you went rigid in your seat.
He leaned forward, his breath warming the nape of your neck before he suddenly snuffled along your skin, his nose dragging up the arc of your throat until he was inhaling along the delicate hollow just behind your ear, making you whimper.
You went to launch yourself from your seat, but one heavy hand of his on your shoulder, his fingers curling hard enough to make you whine in pain, kept you in place and enduring the way his teeth nibbled on your earlobe. 
Tears gathered in your eyes, and you were trembling so hard that you dropped your purse. Your head dipped to follow its descent, but suddenly a big, rough hand was gripping your throat and tipping your head back until your cheek was sliding against the stranger's and you shuddered at the soft scrape of his facial hair along your skin.
"What do you want from me?" you whispered, a few tears finally escaping as you stared up at the church ceiling.
A husky laugh rushed past your cheek before he spoke his reply against your ear, "Think I can come up with something."
Between one blink and another, you were gone from your seat and suddenly in one of the dark, empty back hallways of the church. You were far away from the main space, from other people, your frantic mind trying to comprehend how you got here without moving, and so quickly, too.
Those thoughts were lost to you as the stranger pressed you against the wall, his body sinking flush against yours as he gently mouthed along the side of your throat, pausing at your pulse point and dragging his rough tongue over the fluttering spot.
"Please," you choked out, turning your face away and squeezing your eyes shut, not wanting to meet that unnatural gaze of his that had been seared in your brain since that night.
"Already did you one favor, honey, you sure you wanna make it two?" he teased.
As silence stretched on between you, his hand dropped along your body, shifting your sweater up and out of the way until he could thumb at the raised scar on your stomach, the mark that had been with you ever since that night in the alley.
It was instant, the way the warm drag of his skin over yours had a flash of agonizing pain shooting through you, the contact stealing your breath away completely as you went rigid and clenched your teeth against a scream.
"Promise what I want will feel much better than that," he husked against your ear.
He pulled back to watch the terror flashing in your gaze as you stared at him in horror like it was his favorite TV show, a wicked grin curling his lips as he basked in your distress. 
He held your gaze the entire time he worked open the front of his pants before doing the same to yours. When you struggled just a little, trying to shove him away, he encircled your throat in his massive hand and squeezed hard enough to cut off your airflow, his teeth bared in a sneer and his eyes twinkling with victory as you whimpered and went still against him.
As you surrendered to him and his dark desires.
You jerked at the first touch of his fingers to your bare cunt, your panties and work slacks bunched around your knees as this terrifying stranger pet along your most intimate parts like he had every right to.
"I do," he murmured. 
He smirked as your eyes went wide at the way his words were in reply to your thoughts.
Then he slowly sank two fingers into you as he husked, "I told you the cost of saving your life that night, that you're mine now." He licked at your parted lips as his fingers plunged deeper and rubbed. "And so is this cunt."
You couldn't help the sound that fell past your lips, the love child of a moan and a whine, and you weren't sure if was because what he was doing–how he was touching you–actually felt good, or because your body was betraying you by growing so sinfully wet at his wicked touch.
"There you go, sweet girl," he breathed against your lips, his fingers railing you harder. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
You tried to turn your face away instead of answering, but his grip on your neck just tightened, keeping you in place–trapped in his gaze–as he played with your pussy until your insides began to flutter and your thighs started to quake with your impending orgasm.
Just as you felt the first wave of your release cresting, his fingers retreated from your greedy hole, and a disappointed whine got trapped in the back of your throat.
He winked at you before gripping his hard cock in the hand he had just used to work you over, humming as he smeared your juices down the long, curved length of him.
You stared down between your bodies, feeling your cunt clench at the sight of his cock - you'd never seen one so big before, and curved like that, white droplets of pre-cum oozing from the crown as he slowly stroked and squeezed himself in preparation.
When he took a moment to yank off your panties and pants entirely, taking your ballet flats with them as he kicked everything a few feet away, you didn't even resist, in some kind of lust-addled state and desperate to know what that big, thick cock of his felt like inside of you.
"You're about to find out, sweetness," he laughed. 
His free hand dropped to your leg, gripping your thigh and hitching it up around his waist, opening you up for him as he took his weeping cock in hand and slowly filled you up right there against the wall. 
Your hand shot out to grip his shirt, your fingers fisting in response to the slow stretch and burn that was his cock plunging its way inside you for the first time, until your eyes were rolling back in your head, and your back bowed at the invasion.
"Mmm, fuck, that's it," he purred, giving a few rocks of his hips until he was bottoming out and you were gasping sharply at just how deep he was inside of you. 
Dazed, you blinked at him, a distant part of you registering the way his eyes were entirely black now as he gazed at you, and you weren't sure if you clenched around him hard in fear or excitement that someone was looking at you like that.
Like they could not wait to fucking eat you alive.
Another husky laugh fell from his lips as he said, "Oh, honey, that's the understatement of the century."
And then he started to move.
The first retreat of his cock was slow–almost careful–that inhumanly dark gaze watching you avidly as he departed just enough to leave the mushroom head of his cock stretching your hole before sinking back into you slow and deep enough to take you up to your tiptoes.
You squeaked at the invasion, your thighs already trembling, and he grinned at you. His pace picked up until he was gripping the undersides of each of your thighs in one of his hands as he fucked you against the wall hard enough to have you gasping and whining and whimpering with every snap of his hips.
And it didn't go unnoticed by you, how every single time one of those noises escaped you, you could feel his cock throb inside of you. 
The latest round of this sinful give and take made you moan as you clutched him closer and started rocking against him just as hard–just as desperately–as he was moving inside of you.
"Fuck," he laughed breathlessly, amused by your enthusiasm as a glimmer of red flashed through his eyes. "You may just be my favorite indebted yet, sweetness. Haven't felt a cunt this good in a long time. And you're so fucking into it too, you sweet little slut. Really hit the jackpot with you, huh?"
Whining at his words and the way they had your insides clenching and pulsing, you dropped your head back against the wall, feeling the peak of your pleasure closing in quickly.
"Oh no, honey, keep those pretty eyes open and fixed on me, wanna see that fucked out look as you cum for me."
Your eyes blinked open, glassy as you fisted his shirt tighter, your breath catching in your chest as that tightly wound coil deep inside of you finally, blessedly snapped.
You gave a sharp cry of pleasure as your body went taut before your orgasm rushed through you, gasping and moaning as you rocked against his cock, wanting to feel him even more than before, deeper and harder and owning you completely.
"Mmm, I can do that," he purred, dropping his forehead to yours, gripping your thighs tighter, and hammering into you without relent as you rode out your first orgasm before quickly descending into your second.
"Oh god," you cried, slinging an arm around his neck to hold on for dear life as he let loose and started going at you even harder, like a man possessed. 
"Not quite," he panted, splitting you open with one hard, deep rut of his cock after another. "Not even close, actually."
And it was the raspy, wicked husk of his laugh that had you cumming one final time, your body trembling and clenching, rattling with another powerful wave of ecstasy as your pussy rejoiced to be so full and so thoroughly, thoroughly fucked.
"Mmmm, god, that's it, fuck me," the stranger groaned, the next thrust of his cock going impossibly deep and lingering as you felt an unnaturally warm bloom of heat within you. 
Another soft gasp fell from your lips as his next thrust had another hot wave flooding your insides, and you could feel it, the unnatural heat and volume of his spend as he continued to pump you full of it with one eager rut of his cock after another. 
Just when you thought he was done, he sank against you, his face burrowing against the crook of your neck before you felt the sharp pierce of his teeth and a white hot flash of pain as he bit you, just hard enough to draw blood that he could lap at as he rode out his own orgasm with a few final snaps of his hips. 
The unexpected pain had another small orgasm rocking through your pussy, and he laughed against your neck as he felt it, groaning as you milked his cock and sent some of his cum leaking out of your overstuffed cunt and dripping down his balls.
Once his breathless pants died down, he pulled out of you with a satisfied hum, guiding you back to your feet and smirking at the way you wobbled and sagged back against the wall, your sweater rucked up your stomach and his ample amount of cum leaking down your thighs.
He watched you as he slowly redid his clothes, seeming unbothered by tucking away his still messy cock before shooting you a wicked grin. He stepped close, eyes sparkling as your breach caught and you stared up at him in a mixture of fear and awe. 
"You can keep coming here if you want, sweetness," he murmured, gently stroking your warm cheek with his knuckle. Then he leaned in close, so his next words filled your ear, "But really, at the end of the day, and especially after this, you should be worshiping at my altar."
Grinning, he pulled back and stole an obscenely thorough kiss from your parted lips. Then he shot you a wink, disappeared before your eyes, and left you standing there half-naked with his cum cooling on your thighs and the copper tang of your own blood staining your tongue.
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