#curtis everett x woc!reader

[dc418writes]

|Hiding in Plain Sight|

✨Pairing: CEO!Curtis Everettxblack!reader

🪄Summary: Curtis has had enough

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!, soft!dark Curtis maybe???, cheating (do not condone in real life, however for this plot…👀), mention of past adult happy fun times (everyone please be safe!), fingering (female receiving), verbal abuse, language

🎤: this is my submission for Siri’s Birthday Bonenanza! Happy belated birthday @stargazingfangirl18 !! I hope you had an amazing bday with lots of cake, presents, love, and any and everything else you desire💐🎂!!

Prompts:

Scenario: Babe is doing this for your own good

Dialogue: “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

Kink Prompt: possessive!babe, squirting

Trope Prompt: scary,dangerous babe who is only soft with you (Curtis isn’t really dangerous tho, but you’ll see)

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF PICTURES USED as they were found via Pinterest*

At the sudden ‘click’ of the door closing, you’re startled; quickly turning towards the sound to find one of the reasons you felt the need for space from the festivities downstairs. Dressed in all black - from the button up spanning his firm chest to his impeccable slacks and polished designer shoes - it’s as if he walked straight out of GQ how dashing and handsome he looked.

Then again, when did he not?

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” His deep voice never fails to send tingles shooting down your spine. Have you embarrassingly willing to move at his command if he gave it.

“It’s okay. I-I should probably get back anyway.”

“To get ignored by your husband some more?,” he asks just as you pass him. His words make you pause with your shoulders just mere inches apart.

“Curtis..”

“He’s so busy smiling in everybody’s face and trying to be buddy-buddy with my associates, he hasn’t even noticed his own wife is gone. Then again…maybe he doesn’t want to.”

You didn’t want to come tonight. Tired from work and not in the mood to fake laugh at middle aged men who thought they were funny, you practically begged your husband to leave you home.

“You’re so fucking selfish you know that? This is my chance to make necessary connections to very important people.”

“Then you go Wes! Me being there won’t change that.”

He only kissed his teeth, tossing one of your purses at you and not caring of the scattered contents he left. “Be ready by 6 or I’ll get you ready myself.”

It was foolish to hope things would be different this time. You should know Wes would never arrive at anything having to do with business without his self proclaimed ‘good luck charm’. His trophy wife he used to sell this illusion that he was the man that had it all, so rejecting him would only hurt you.

And that’s not to say your husband didn’t deserve success - he was brilliant in his own right. It’s why Curtis himself decided to invest in Wes’ company and was his highest investor to date. But he saw past the illusion, and quickly saw the man he really was.

Which is how your complicated pairing began.

As he steps closer you hate how your body responds: eagerly ready to cave at the closest feeling of home. The bourbon - his favorite - practically being tasted in your own mouth as the smell wafts from his pink lips so close to yours. It mixes well with the spice from his cologne only making your head begin to swim and want to suffocate yourself in his neck.

His thick finger reaches out to trace the delicate gold chain on the necklace perfectly sat just below your collarbones. The small diamonds not equally spaced apart, but set in such a way it reminded you of twinkling stars in the night sky. It’s simple, but fitting for you. You were never the type for lavish jewelry that could blind someone a mile away, and from your short time together Curtis knew that.

“Knew it’d look beautiful on you,” he whispers letting the pad of his finger carry further until he was skimming your collarbone and causing you to shudder.

“I’m still married,” you practically have to force from your soul trying to stop your body from pressing against his. Stop your brain from turning to mush so he could have his way with you. Again.

His jaw ticks. “Why, I don’t know.”

“Curtis please, okay? Besides, you’re supposed to be celebrating.” He gently nods letting the rest of the brown liquor drain down his throat - your eyes shamefully following the bob of his Adams apple and missing how it felt under your lips.

“Fine,” he breathes closing the remaining space so you have no choice but to clutch his shoulders to stop from losing your footing in your heels. Not that he’d let you fall from his muscular arm around your waist. His mouth lowering impossibly closer that depending on what either of you said, your lips would brush. “Celebrate with me.”

“I-I don’t think your date would like that.” Were you angry when you saw the onyx haired beauty on his arm? Far from it. Did you guiltily wish her butt length, model-esque hair would catch fire when she passed one of the candles on the various tables so she’d have to leave? Maybe.

“Here I was thinking I was the jealous one.” And there was that smirk that briefly showed the hidden mischief in this man carved by God himself. “Yes, she’s my plus one, but would be more interested in you than me. Not that I blame her.”

“I still can’t,” you whisper letting your nose tap against his. Slowly but surely you feel yourself becoming drunk off his presence and that will to stand strong diminishing.

“Can’t or shouldn’t?”

At that you’re stuck. Now solely focused on his lips and so badly wanting - needing - to taste them again. Curtis grins realizing this himself. “My eyes are up here sweetheart.”

“Wha?” You should feel embarrassed, but as the air from his nostrils fan your face it only seems to make you needier. And when he brings his hand up to caress your cheek, there’s nothing that can stop you from leaning into his touch. Even between your legs you feel that pulse begin to grow in urgency.

“Look me in the eyes,” Curtis begins slowly, “and tell me you don’t want me. That you’re done. You’ll never hear from me again.”

You try, genuinely try to maintain eye contact but his stormy blues dilated with lust and longing only overwhelms you. Overwhelms you in that you should be good and say you don’t, leave, and act as if none of this has happened but you don’t want to. Curtis has easily become a part of you that you can’t let go and truthfully refuse to do so.

In a blink, your lips are frantically crushing against each others. His tongue smoothly, yet still eager, to reclaim your mouth after being away for so long. Your mind quickly enters that haze you only seemed to experience with him, unable to realize your body is being guided somewhere until you’re perched on the edge of a wooden desk. Your hands gripping the back of his neck while his push your pastel blue mini dress up past your hips leaving your lower half exposed to the cool air of the room.

Finally needing to breathe, his lips descend to your jaw then your neck causing you to whine his name wanting more of his mouth on yours. A quiet “shh” is the only warning you get before his hands are spreading your thighs to find a steady growing wet spot on your panties. His fingertips immediately reach to tease along your waiting slit watching as you squirm and moan.

“My needy girl. Probably been forever since he’s touched you like this huh? Made you feel good..”

The back of your head softly thuds against the wall as you lean back on your elbows. Letting yourself get lost in his touches and how his thumb circles your little button through your thoroughly soaked underwear.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? Know how much I’ve missed you and those little noises you make when you take anything I give you,” he huskily states nipping your earlobe. “My fingers. My tongue. Fuck, and when you take my cock..?”

“Curtis,” you gasp nearly ready to guide his fingers inside you yourself to get that relief you now crave. As always, he knows what you need bringing your delicates swiftly down your legs to circle his middle finger around your dripping hole before plunging deep. The extended moan from your lips directly hitting his cock and making his pants feel tighter.

His ring finger soon joins as they steadily pump in and out. Not having been intimate with your own husband for a while now, you feel pathetic already being so close. Curtis can feel it too, as you clutch and squeeze.

“Should be ashamed of himself not taking care of you like you need. You deserve to be filled all day, every day. Filled to the point you can barely walk without feeling me drip down your legs. That what you want? To be filled with me?”

Your hips buck and grind on their own nearly riding his hand as your skin heats and sweat pricks your forehead. “Y-Yes! Yes Curtis please!,” you moan. His words hitting some deep seated, feral part you didn’t recognize but welcomed while palming your breast.

His mouth catches your scream when he adds a third finger. The room filling with your little “ah ah’s”, squelches, and the knock of the desk against the wall how you bucked to keep up with his fingers.

“Shit, might not ever leave the house. Just keep you by my side always wet and ready. Take you in every room and have you screaming for me.” He palms at the front of his slacks picturing your nude body bent over the counter. Or spread on the table for him and him only. “Or let you ride me and take what you want. Like that night after dinner.”

The way your toes curl and back arches he knows you’re seconds away now. Just needing that extra push to have you a twitching, trembling mess.

“Curtis I-I…please Curtis…Curtis!” Twisting his wrist just slightly to the right, he easily finds your spot as he firmly rubs his palm against you swollen nub making you gush down his hand and onto the hardwood below - a splash or two even finds the top of his shoe. It’s almost like a steady stream as it keeps flowing with every push of his fingers and Curtis can’t help but curse before finding your mouth again.

When you whimper and try to back away he knows it’s too much, slowly halting his movements before removing his hand. Automatically, you’re reaching out for him - needing some grounding force after what felt like your body floating to space - and he gladly lets you wrap your arms around his middle. Your face diving to his chest trying to hide your overwhelmed tears while he rubs your back with his clean hand.

“Did so good for me sweetheart. You feel alright?” You nod, turning your head just enough to catch him suck your release from his fingers; moaning from the taste. “Still so sweet,” he mumbles to himself and you swear you feel a small trickle of release escape your hole from that alone.

Your little bubble of ecstasy is quickly popped when the door opens reminding you of the party downstairs. Curtis shields you the best he can, but your dangling legs can easily be seen.

This makes it easy for Wes to recognize you. His face turning from amused shock at finding the always stone faced Curtis Everett with a woman to anger now realizing you were the moans and screams the men whispered about downstairs.

“The fuck are you doing up here?!,” he shouts making you scramble to get off the desk. Curtis still shields you with his back as you right your dress. Not only for your modesty, but to silently warn Wes he wouldn’t dare stand down.

“W-Wes I can explain-,”

“This was your plan the whole time huh? Use me to get to someone better..”

“No, I..I just-,”

“Just what? Accidentally ended up here with him?! Accidentally let him do whatever?” Now you were gathering a bit of a crowd, only increasing your anxiety.

“Wes please..”

“Please what?! Move on from you being a whore who opens her legs to any man she can get ahead with?!”

“Hey! Watch it,” Curtis warns stepping closer to a slightly drunk Wes.

“And after everything I did for you? Gave to you?!”

“You act like I asked for those things.”

He simply shakes his head before focusing on Curtis. “You know what, good luck with that one. Just a lazy sack that only wants to lie on her back. Can barely do that either always complaining-,”

Curtis didn’t let him finish quickly gripping Wes by the back of his neck making him kneel before you and everyone peeking through the open door. He tried to wiggle free and thrash, but Curtis just tightens his grip controlling Wes as if he was an animal handler trained to do this. Like he’d done it plenty of times before.

“You say you’re the one who gave her everything? Way I see it, you wouldn’t have had everything to give without her. Without your lovely wife, I would’ve already cancelled our partnership leaving you high and dry probably on fry duty at some fast food place. So I suggest you humble yourself pretty fucking quick.”

He seemed to get the message, remaining mostly still besides his back rising and falling from his unsteady breathing. “Matter of fact, I say you thank her.”

Wes is quiet, until Curtis jabs him in the ribs causing him to howl in pain.

“She’s waiting!”

“Th-Thank you! Thank you!,” he shouts sighing in relief when Curtis lets him go.

“Cmon,” he mumbles grabbing your hand to lead you past your husband. Past the vast crowd of people who dared not get in his way.

“W-Where are we going?,” you ask trying to keep up with his longer strides.

“Home.”

“But..but I-,”

Swiftly, he turns catching you against his chest with fingers gently gripping your chin so you’d be sure to hear him. “Home can be my place or yours and he gets put on the street, you choose. Either way from this point on, I’m not letting you stay away from me.” How could you argue with that? Especially now when he was using that commanding tone paired with that intense gaze making your core spasm. “Which one?”

“…Yours.”

He simply kisses your forehead leading you outside to retrieve his car from valet.

As for Wes, he was in for a rude awakening Monday morning when he’d be served an eviction notice saying his office space now belonged to Everett Co., minutes before he was served divorce papers already signed by you and your wedding ring.

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Not gonna lie, I’m a little iffy about the ending but still I hope everyone enjoys! Also check out the other stories from this challenge as well💕!

[cevansbrat0007]

...all the trio girls sync up (their periods) and decide to camp out in one house without telling their partners because they've decided their boys are being too mean

FYI, I have written this down for future ideas. I just love it so much. Because that is exactly something they would do. Those poor Daddies have no idea what they're in for.

[emerald-evans]

so winter can find his way home

pairing - curtis everett x woc!reader 

w/c - 1k

summary - curtis finds his way back to you 

warnings - 18+, reference to past trauma, mental health, mentions of physical violence, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort 

a/n - wow this is my first little curtis fic that isn’t just porn. this takes place at the end of snowpiercer, after the train crashed. now, I am a huge slut for the grumpy guy & sunshine girl trope, so this sort of embodies that. also, this is a standalone fic, but I’m thinking about expanding these two into their own little universe with other little drabbles. I hope you enjoy hehe :) 

also, a huge huge huge shout out to @jtargaryen18 Out of Darkness and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork Life is Short so Make it Sweet & Life After Snowpiercer & Wilford’s Demands, who are responsible for my obsession with this man LOL (everyone go check out their masterlist RIGHT. NOW.) 

::edit:: I started this like a year ago LMAO

Italics reference the past 

Please leave comment/reblog to let me know what you think! 

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Curtis was like this sometimes, cold and abashed. Disconnected. Like a stray animal newly taken away from it’s home. You knew not to pry, pushing him to open up will only cause him to shelter into himself to avoid engulfing you into his gloomy aura.

It was hard for Curtis to pull himself out of the dark memories that routinely plagued his brain. Reasonably so, the memories of the tail-end and crash of the train bonding his despair deep into his bones. It was all his fault, wasn’t it? 

He was the reason Edgar was dead. 

He was the reason the engine stopped. 

He was the reason his people are trying to survive in the remains of the train. 

“No”, you told him gently as you slowly cradled his face. Even after years together he still tried to hide his feelings from you. He was the reason the tail-end was now free. He was the reason Wilford was dead. And he was the reason they had a chance at life again. 

While only a few years older than you, you and Curtis met after you boarded the train. The initial chaos of the first few months on the train had left all many passengers in a state of frenzy and distrust. 

But you were something different weren’t you? Lending a helping hand where you could, and spending your days trying to keep the children occupied. In the beginning, you were truly just a child yourself, so how wise could one be at age of 15 anyway, you remarked. No, maybe you weren’t wise, Curtis thought. You are compassionate and determined, and you were his light. 

Curtis watched you as you tried the gather the children together to get into line. Sending each of them a gentle smile as you managed to bring them together. Your heart went out for them. Curtis saw it in your eyes. The love you had for these children, and your underlying fear for their future 

Yes, Curtis saw you. He had seen you before, helping out with the children as much as you could. Now he was really taking a look at you. Dark hair, the caramel-beige colour of your skin, and the radiant smile you would occasionally send his way when you caught him starring. The layers of your thick clothes hide your curves underneath. The same curves Curtis would eventually find himself caressing every night as you soundly slept against him in his tiny cot. 

He could hear Gilliam’s voice at the back of his mind. “Curtis, my boy. She would be good for you. We all deserve our little pieces of wonder even after all of this. Why don’t you just try?”. 

“You know why I can’t.” Curtis stoically whispers back. 

Yes. It is better to hold a woman with both hands 

He knew he didn’t deserve you, not after what he did. So he kept his distance. Separating himself for the four corners of the cold locomotive was easy enough. Their routine was never set in stone. Try to sleep, as the everlasting rumble of the train tracks keep their conscious wide awake through the night. 

You were such a light in their ever-evolving darkness, how would he ever make you happy? 

But love isn’t earned. Worthy is not something you have to be to deserve devotion from another. Curtis was learning this the hard way. 

What wasn’t hard? Loving you. It was so easy for him, it was so unlike their constant and familiar struggle it even made Curtis a little uncomfortable. You were well aware of his past, hell you were there living it with him. Yet, you always had the same gleam of hope and curiosity in your eyes when your gaze fell on him. 

While you were all surrounded by the trauma that came with living in the tail-end, it seemed so archaic for Curtis to have his dark days slow him down. After all, you had all suffered. He had to lead his people now. A few days after the crash, most of the residents of the tail end dispersed themselves through various rooms that were previously occupied by the front-end passengers. Luckily, one of the remaining passengers of the front-end had enough mechanical experience to fix the damaged back up generators that ran underneath the foundation of the train. Each section was equipped with enough energy to keep the water melting/recycling system and electricity running for the next year. After the explosion, a portion of the healthy men sought after whatever hints of life they would find outside the four walls of the train. To their surprise, the people were able to fall within a routine fairly quick. 

Even then, there is still work to be done, he would tell himself. 

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Your kisses. Your kisses gave him energy, he tells you.

You found him sitting on the thick cushion of the chair sitting in the corner of your dimly lit bedroom. Closing his eyes as you gently climb into his lap, he felt your fingers run up and down his arms before stopping to rest on his chest. You knew what he needed, Curtis retreated into himself enough times for you to help him pull himself out. 

He frowned as you climbed into his lap. Distancing himself from you to avoid pulling you into his darkness. Your fingers remained on his skin. Feeling the way his energy wants to be fed, wanting to find a friend. 

His body felt tense under the first press of your lips against his, posture rigid as an attempt to keep up his guard. His reluctant spirit slowly wafted away as you submerge yourself deeper into his greed. 

You made it hard for him to know anything else but you in moments like his. Your sounds, gasps, and hues. Just you. 

The press of his sweat-soaked skin against yours, gently rutting up into you as his heavy grunts fell out of his mouth into yours. 

“Open your eyes” You mumble against his lips. He cries out and does as you said. Pushing deeper, your hips snap against his.

He’s disoriented. Savouring the feelings of his warmth blossoming into your core, you stayed for a moment, chest-to-chest, breathing in each others air as you calmed down from your high. Slowly, he brought his unfocused vision up to you. His breath hitching when he finds a mirrored devotion in the decadent brown swirls of your eyes. I’m here with you, they seemed to say. 

Winter had found his way home. 

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[shotgunbunny]

𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐝

pinboard¦ playlist¦ dividers¦ wc:14k ¦ paring: Dark!Frat!Alpha!Ari x Alpha!Omega?Reader

warnings: Misogyny, sexism, Rape! Non con! Breeding kink! blood, fighting, violence, forced impregnation, power imbalance, size difference, Ari being very mean, Manipulation, depression, yandere, obsession, Bucky and Curtis being assholes too, forced oral (m), being recorded without consent.

This is a very dark fic so please be aware of that before reading! This is my first commission too! <3 This is the alpha version! :)

Everyone knew Ari. How could they not? With a striking 6’6 figure, well toned with muscles that would make any woman shiver at the sight of the hunky man. All embodied with the face that would seem like it’s from a Greek god with a body to match. Gorgeous chocolate brown hair that was always swept back from his face yet still long enough to frame his angular face. A beard to match, making him look older than he was, an aura of maturity and grace in everything he did, no matter how simple. All matched with the most beautiful brown eyes that would glow like honey in the sunlight or darken like a black void when he laid his eyes on something he desired, which would only ever be you. The feisty Alpha that he was determined to bring to her knees, turn you into what you were meant to be, an omega. That’s what a woman was designed to be, and yet you defied his logic, and he just couldn’t stand it. You made his nose wrinkle in disgust at the fact you didn’t submit; how you carried yourself would make him curl his hand up into a fist. You were simply wrong to him.

It wasn’t just his looks that made him so well known, everything about him drew people in. He was the head Hockey Player, he had never lost a game and he prided himself on that. And in return so did everyone else, their champion who would always win a match. Then afterwards throw a raging party that left everyone filled with regret or empty memories. Especially the omega’s, they would enter these parties and leave defiled by whatever alpha had gotten them. There were rumours that Ari had participated in this but it was never backed up as he would often brag about how he would never accept such a tainted slut that got drunk and spread their legs so easily, he believed in true mates and that he would find his woman and put her in her rightful place. On her knees sucking his cock while the dinner was cooking and the baby was sleeping upstairs safely in the nursery all while living in a beautiful house he bought with a pretty white picket fence. He was traditional to an extreme amount. Despite that though, it didn’t stop him from sexting every girl on campus, only getting nudes to stroke his cock to while he imagined breaking in your tight, disobedient cunt and making you cry from the stretch of his knot breaking your will.

And you despised him, He was nothing but an asshole who needed to be put in his place, All he did was play with girls online coaxing sweet, innocent omegas to open their hearts to him online before he exploited them and left wanting more and forever empty. He had broken your dorm mates heart, a sweet girl called Vera, she was studying art and she fell hard for Ari. He had so many promises to her but they were left in the dust like she was as well as the other omegas. All he wanted was to look at these willing women and picture how willing you would be if he broke your place and he was going to. You were a strong alpha woman, you were proud of that too. You rose above the rest and set an example of how women should be. You were paving the way for independence and respect step by step.

You were studying business and you were doing amazing at it, to the point that you were over achieving. Or well you would be if it wasn’t for the bear of a man that took the class with you. He gave you a run for your money, he would always one up you in class. He was smug in everything he did. Crowding your space, stealing pens so you had nothing to write with, critiquing your notes whenever he could. And the worst part was that the teacher did nothing. He has disregarded it as it being Alpha playfulness when it was Ari’s systematic way to oppress you and it was working. Every little thing he did kept you busy studying while he breezed through lessons without a care.

That’s how life was for you, always battling Ari. From his darkened gaze when he watched you do anything, his eyes would devour your form no matter what you wore and every time you saw him readjust his half hard cock in his pants with a lazy grin tugging at his lips. He wanted to break you, to have you submit from being an Alpha to an Omega. You wanted him to bow like that pathetic sexist mongrel that he was to you. It was a rivalry to you, a battle of will. To Ari it was a contest, a game that he would win without even breaking a sweat.

Of course there was another reason you despised the Adonis that graced the hallways and that was because he was filthy rich. Spoiled to a degree that he had never worked for anything, he expected it all to just fall into his hands if he just flashed a wad of cash. A luxury you had never experienced as you had grown up from roots that encouraged you to work hard for everything, to earn it so then you would understand the hardships of life. That was the life of a female omega, forced to strive harder than any other kind. You had to battle for everything and you were not giving up now. Which is why when you signed up for this prestige college you knew you had to work until your back ached and your bones were sore. You needed the money.

So you had ended up with a small job at a cafe across the campus, it was simple at first being a waitress, taking any extra shift you could to meet the expenses you faced on the daily and it was smooth sailing. You looked out for the omegas that worked there before it transpired into a friendship between you all. They relied on you to keep them safe during the shifts and you did. Which led to you climbing the ladder to becoming a manager at the cafe. The pay was okay, enough to scrape by while also save some money. Every penny counted, you told yourself and in a way it did, it had gotten you this far after all. Yet your smooth sailing and peace was soon disrupted when the frat alphas heard about it and deemed it a place to harass the omegas. And the leader that led the great conquest was none other than Ari. You assumed that he would be there to use the Omegas yet he never did. He didn’t treat them with respect, but he never laid his hands on them or said anything vile, he would just wear a neutral expression on his face while he watched them work.

Soon his eyes landed in you, just like they did whenever he saw you, drawn like a moth to the light. His deep brown eyes would swallow your form, analysing your every move like it was a chess game. And as time grew, when you moved he did, in the most subtlest of ways. If you went to sort a customer out, in the corner of your eye you would see Ari making his form look bigger, squaring his shoulders and spreading his legs. You noticed every time which was just what he wanted, you couldn’t help but hate him for that for somehow always having your attention.

It was a Tuesday, the sun was just starting to fall and the street lights were flickering on as the darkness stretched down the streets making it known that it was evening. Autumn leaves were piled up on the streets, littering the concrete carpets of the outside world with hints of green, brown, orange and red from the leaves that had fallen from the trees leaving them barren. Inside the cafe, you were cleaning up. Mopping the floors while the 2 omega servers were behind the counter, wiping and cleaning the any spills or excess that had dribbled onto the counter while they handed out coffees or teas throughout the day. You were in your blue mom jeans and a long sleeve black top, you wanted to be warm at this time of year, you couldn’t help but worry for the girls you worked with who all wore skirts, how cold they would be or if an Alpha tried anything.

“Hey, ladies. Why don't you start getting ready to leave. I can hold this place over for the last 30 minutes.” You coo to the girls and their eyes light up. You watch as they quickly scramble up and begin to head to the back to clock out. You huff and put your hand on your hip, it’d be easier to send them home now before it got too dark. You put the mop back into the bucket and wheel it into the back. You see the girls putting their coats on and you smile softly. They beam brightly at you as they walk past nattering away with each other and soon, they leave bidding a sweet good bye.

As you were finally settling the cafe down, preparing it to be closed for the night as the customers were long gone on an autumn night and were probably at home snug in their warm homes watching creepy movies to get in the spirit for Halloween. You knew when you got back to your dorm you would be studying as always, making notes and expanding your ideas by searching things up. While you were in your drifted state of thinking, getting ready for all the notes you would have to take and trying to map out the specific points you would have to make you heard the cafe bell chime. The sweet bell ringing in your head and sweeping you back into the moment, someone was in the cafe and it was time to close. You feel your brain itching with irritation at someone coming in at the last minute just as you were leaving.

You push you hair back from your face before pinning it into a bun with a claw clip and wiping your face with your hands, hoping to wipe the sour look that had graced your face. As you walk out the back to the counter though, the sourness on your face soon reappeared. A look of disgust and disdain shinning in your eyes.

Stood there with his gorgeous brown locks swooped back was Ari. A baby blue button up shirt wrapped around his big muscular form, the sleeves rolled up and clinging to his biceps like a second skin, while he wore a pair of brown pants that hugged his big, meaty thighs. He was slouched onto the counter, his elbow resting on it and his hand balled up as his head rests on it. A smug grin pull at his lips as he sizes you up with his eyes lazily. You see the momentary look of disgust on his face appearing, no doubt from the fact you were a woman and you were working.

“You gonna give me my coffee, mutt?” Ari mutters his dark voice dominating the quietness of the cafe and disturbing your peace fully. You grind your teeth together and before you can utter anything out he beats you to it, further trying to reinstate his dominance over you trying to prove he was the alpha out of you two. “Or you gonna spit in it again? I don’t mind, at least I’ll get to taste you but of course you’re practically begging for it, aren’t you? You want me to taste you, to consume you.” You can’t hold yourself back from practically spitting at him, but you knew it would be no good. Not when a foul creature such as him, thrived off it. You take a deep breathe and he decides to stir the pot more, wanting to see you explode, to see you melt with submission. “Do it. Make my coffee, bitch. Follow my commands, you know you want to. You might seem tough but you just want to be ordered around. My little bitch, listening to her alpha like a good girl.”

Each word that leaked out of his mouth without filter spurred you on, you hold your chin up and finally spit back at him a taste of his own poison. “I’m the mutt?” You snort at him as you glare at him from behind the counter, your eyes clashing with his dark brown ones, a silent reprimand that if he didn’t stop that he would face consequences harsher than your words. “Then I guess that makes you the mangy mongrel that follows the status quo because you’re just that desperate for attention that you’ll follow the crowd. You think you’re in charge but you’re not. You’re just a little lost puppy that follows everyone around because you want their approval, you don’t wanna let them down.” You murmur softly but every word was fuelled with spite. You were calm but you wanted to tear him to shreds with soft words.

Ari straightens up, his hulking body stood at his full height and his hands have been rolled into fists. You watch as he flexes his long fingers before they rest down at his sides. A smirk graces his lips again but his eyes are darker, gleaming with menace and his aura is very strong and upset. You had wormed your way under his skin and you were thriving on it. He cracks his jaw and leans his shoulders forward with a terrifying look on his face. It unnerved you, the sick grin on his face and the malice in his eyes.

“Smart words coming from an alpha that would spread her legs for me just as fast as an Omega in heat. You’re gonna be mine, and when you do let me take that tight little cunt you’ll see your place as my slutty little Omega.” He coos to you and you shiver. He said it like it would happen, like it was fate, like it was set in stone. The way he cooed it to you like a lullaby, the calmness that ebbed from his body was horrifying. Your alpha was cowering at him at the pure dominance and certainty in his tone. You gulp and avert your eyes to the till, you don’t look down refusing to submit so much to him. You knew he would see you averting your gaze as a form of submission and looking down would only add fire to his ego.

You tap the price into the till and push the card reader to him and he pulls his card out scanning it. You quickly rush around the cafe and make him a coffee, refusing to spit in it. Especially when his eyes were glued to you. Everything about him gave you goosebumps and you wanted this over, now. So after rushing and making his coffee you hand it to him. Your inner alpha lets out a whimper when Ari wraps his large hand around yours that was clasping the drink. He hums as he scans you, like he could smell your panic. “Good girl.” He says, his deep voice rattling every bone in your body. He takes the drink, his fingers slowly rubbing yours as he pulls away. As he slinks his large form away he turns his head to look at you, a grin on his face and he winks at you before leaving.

The second the door closes you take a deep breath and gaze down at your shaking hand, Ari was bad news and he was planning something. After gathering your thoughts and reaffirming your control before it slips away, you head back to work closing the cafe and trying to focus on the notes you had to write up when you got back to your dorm, but Ari’s lingering scent was etching itself into your brain and the seed had been sewn. The game was officially on.

After that strange little show down between you and Ari, you had studied harder than ever. You just wanted to prove him wrong, that you were stronger than he ever was. That you worked hard and you would never back down. You were a determined girl with her whole life ahead of her and you weren’t going to let female alphas be a laughing stock any more. They were better than the male alphas that seemed to rule the world, you were concise you planned everything out and you had plans. So many ideas and steps to act out on, you’d be damned if you were going to let Ari stand in the way of that.

It had only been a week but you were heading to class. A business major, it was a scarce class with only about 10 students. You had been cursed with Ari being in that class but you refused to let that disrupt your education. As you shuffle down the hall way, your boots hitting the floor in a rhythmic way, you were stopped. There they stood. The alpha’s that you detested with every bone in your body, that made your blood swell and fizzle with hatred. Ari, the head hockey player, stood as tall as ever with a smug grin on his face as he wore his usual flannel that hugged his muscular body.

Followed by Bucky, a well known frat boy who had used nearly any and all omegas that he could get his tight grip on. His dark hair was groomed back and he stood in dark jeans and a leather coat that only just managed to fit his biceps in. He was 5’11 but he was still tall, he fit into the class jester world as he treated everything like it was a huge joke. You would have respected him as he worked hard to get into this college too, but his blatant disrespect for women left a sour taste in your mouth and made it nearly impossible to tolerate the alpha.

Finally, stood at the other side of Ari, was Curtis. Another hockey player that took the sport way too seriously. It was no secret that he had anger issues that he either took out on the other alphas when he was playing or a helpless omega that he would fuck so hard that they wouldn’t walk. His sharp blue eyes could cut through diamonds and his large figure could easily crush you. He towered over you at 6’4, and made you feel small as he was clad in his simple black joggers that hugged his beefy legs and a coat that added more to his size.

You raise an eyebrow at the trio of men before they snicker down at you, “See, I told you. She has bite.” Ari murmurs proudly to his friends, and the second those words left his mouth you could feel their eyes scanning you. You bristled at them all. “Get your fucking eyes on the floor you scumbags.” You say firmly with your chin raised and hell fire brimming in your eyes. Bucky snorted before he laughed hard at you. The sound bouncing off the walls and making your brain ache with frustration. This is why you had to make a difference, so no one would laugh at you the way Buck was now.

Bucky’s brown eyes sweep your form again as a lazy grin settles on his face, “Oh she is feisty.” Bucky practically sings to Ari. Curtis hums as he gazes at you still. You turn your gaze to meet him, a warning glint in your eyes. “She’s cute. I’d tear her apart on my coc-” Curtis mutters before Ari elbows him in the ribs a growl leaving his throat. “I said she’s mine.” Your eye twitches at them. “I’m not yours, mongrel. Watch your tone.” You hiss before you briskly push past the alpha’s and get into your lesson.

After ten minutes and settling into class, you were busy noting everything down. As the professor turns back to his computer to leave everyone to write their notes up, you feel your phone buzz and pull it put. A text linger on the screen from a sweet omega that you worked with. Her name was Valeria and she was short, chubby and an overall sweetheart, The most gorgeous brown eyes to ever grace a face and freckles surrounding her face like she was the night sky and they were stars. She was a very good friend and often asked you to chaperone her places, purely so she didn't get taken advantage of. She was smart and you liked that.

[Will you join me to go to a Hockey match tonight? My brothers playing and I want to cheer him on!]

You gaze at the notification and way up the pros and cons in your head. If you went then you’d have to see that awful alpha trio. But if you didn’t go, anything could happen to Valeria. You sigh, you weren’t going to be stopped seeing a sport because of three egotistical men who thought they run the school. You were above their childish games, this would be a small way to revel and you would revel in the power. With a smile on your lips at the idea of this subtle power play, you respond to her.

[Absolutely V! I’ll meet you outside your dorm at 5!]

And with that your first step had been made, and you were excited. But that feeling soon dispensed when Ari trailed in through the door before he strolled over and sat down next to you. He was so casual with everything he did, never having to worry because he knew his parents could just pay for him. Anything he wanted. From expelling someone he didn’t like to getting top grades. The world was his oyster.

He fakes a cough before dragging his head to gaze at you. He chuckles and smiles down at you like you were an ant and he was the boot about to stomp you down. “Sorry about the guys earlier. They won’t touch you. Not when I’ve had my eye on you. I mean, there’s a special collar and everything for you, mutt. Can’t wait to wrap it around your neck and claim you as my bitch.” He whispers into your ear and you have to hold back a snarl because unlike him, you couldn’t get away with everything and you couldn’t pay your way out of it. Instead you had to grin and bear it and he knew that. In fact he used that to his advantage whenever he got the option,

As the lesson drained on you could feel your mind twisting in agony at holding back retorts of disgust back at the vile creature that had decided to situate himself next to you. In the grand scheme of things, it would be worth it. Every come back you had to gulp down would have made a difference and Ari’s precious money would run out while you ruled the world. But you had to take it one step at a time. With a sigh, you clear all your things up after taking your notes and turn to Ari, a look of nothing in your eyes as you regarded the man because you saw him as nothing. He scoffs, “Watch yourself. You may be an alpha but you’re still a woman. You’ll be bred, mutt. I’d suggest quitting while you’re ahead.” He mutters before he gets up and slinks out of class leaving the threat to hang in the air. You gulp and shake your head, you’d come too far to quit and you were certainly not going to listen to a spoilt mongrel. Never.

It was busy at the hockey stadium, the seats were crowded and the variety of people that blended in with the scene made it look like a sea of people. The scents that lingered were so mixed, sweet smells that rose from all the omegas that came to see the Gods that cruised on the ice with a brutal force. To the betas that were simply there with friends or wanted to watch the sport, all over shadowed by the smell of the alphas. From the hockey players that stunk of aggression and sweat to the alphas that were hopped up on adrenaline from the bets. Overall, it was a very stuffy place to be and you slightly regretted coming, But you had made your mind up and you were not leaving Valeria alone, that and you had a point to make.

You and Valeria sit in the cold, plastic chairs that left you with an uncomfortable back but you couldn’t complain. It was probably the overwhelming amount of people and the increasing anticipation that was swelling in your chest. You were anxious and tense to see Ari’s gorgeous face drop into a murderous look when he clocked eyes on you, you weren’t scared you were just uncertain. But every subtle move in a large chess game made the players tense and nervous, this was just one step in the grand scheme of things.

As the sounds of blades cutting through the ice screeched through the stadium everyone’s attention soon turned to the game. You could see the three alpha’s you despised. All a hulking mass on the ice and in their uniform and you couldn’t help but gulp at how imposing they appeared. They could wipe you out with a simple swipe and no one would care. But you had to swallow that fear and squeeze it in your stomach to stop the bile from crawling up your throat. You were just as strong. Maybe not physically but you could easily outsmart the ape-ish men.

Throughout the game you wrung at your hands, twisting them as every scene you saw filled your heart with more terror and regret. You had watched how Ari had practically destroyed the other player. Not just in points but physically too. You couldn’t help but flinch at every bash against the stadium walls as you watch the trio of men bully a poor alpha into it. The blood that painted the ice was far too much for a simple hockey match, it was practically a death sentence to be on the ice against the team. They would wipe you out and skin you without a care, or at least that’s how it seemed. The brutality they shared against the other players seemed so personal all while they somehow looked elegant. It was sickening and Valeria shared the same sentiment as she watched her brother get slammed into the stadium walls, his head bouncing against it with a thud while Ari stay trained on the puck after mercilessly beating the younger alpha up.

Valeria let out a cry of fear as the medics swoop in and drag her brother off the ice, she gazes at you desperately and you give her a look of concern, throwing your arm over her shoulders to help calm her for a moment as she cries softly. “P-please can you go check on him. They don’t let Omegas back there.” She pleads and you find yourself agreeing to please her. You give her one last cuddle before working your way through the crowd and slipping into the locker room. Just as you walk down the hall way to them though, you hear the sound of the Hockey match ending.

Cheers and screams echoing all around you before you hear the stomping of boots coming down the corridor behind you. Within seconds you scan the are and jump into a janitor closet and hold your breath, your heart racing so loud in your chest. You felt like a spy, no, more of a peeping tom. You cover your mouth with your hand as you hear the boots pounding against the ground and the deep voices of men cheering, But, you hear one pair of boots pause directly outside your room and a deep rumble of a laugh bouncing off the walls, Ari’s laugh. Without warning you watch as light from the key hole disappears and a click sounding out before the light returns. Ari had locked you in. Your chest grows tight at the realisation of it all. You remind yourself to stay calm, Valeria knows where you are or roughly and when you don't return soon she’ll come looking for you.

That’s what you told yourself, oh how wrong you were. As the darkness crept into the hall ways and the sounds of everyone leaving drove itself into your head you felt like a doll, You were a sitting duck and now that the door was unlocking, you realised the metaphorical farmer was here to shoot you. As the door is dragged open at such a slow pace is makes your stomach turn to knots, you gulp rather taking the gun from a farmer than this. Stood bright and tall at the other side of the door was Ari, Curtis and Bucky.

They all chuckle down at you and tilt their heads. “What’s wrong, mutt? Scared of the dark or were you just sad you missed out on peeping?” Ari’s deep voice rumbles out and you feel the fire inside you burn immediately at that. Your fight filling your veins and you pathetically kicked at Ari’s ankle. Bucky’s face crumbles at the sign of your disrespect and Ari takes a step back chuckling menacingly. Just as you were about to hiss out a warning, Curtis’s big hand fists your hair and he begins dragging you back to the locker room with the men all following. “Stupid fucking girl!” Curtis barks out before he pushes you against the lockers and you let out a whimper as your ribs collide against the cold metal and knock the wind out of you.

Before you can recover, Bucky’s hand is gripping your hair and pushing you to your knocks. You gasp and gaze up at the men, regretting it now. All three towered over you as you sat on your knees. Each one of them was unzipping their flies and pulling out their hards cocks. Ari grins down at you smugly as he jerks the tip off and swipes some precum off the tip. He pushes his finger towards your lips and when you move to turn your face, he utters something so softly that you would have been fooled if it not for the promise of the end of your life. “Open your mouth mutt, or I’ll get you expelled. Say that you cheated on a test.” Although he had cooed it down to you, he made it known that he could wipe your education out in the blink of an eye without any remorse. So, you close your eyes and fight back the bile clawing at your throat again and part your lips.

His thick finger intrudes in your mouth as he swipes his precum on your tongue and you gulp. You know his rules and you know what he wanted from you, at least you thought you did. As you lean forward to wrap your lips around his thick, pink tip, he tuts at you and taps your nose like as if he were reprimanding a dog. You gaze up at him with bleary eyes, the tears already leaking down your face. “I have my friends here mutt. Don’t forget that. They deserve some attention too. After all, we just had a very tiring game, we need to get our stress out.” Ari continues to use that same soft tone and it irks you. You weren’t a pet, you were a woman, one in a terrible situation and if this was a small step to one day making a big difference, then you would suffer through it.

They form an almost triangle formation, all their cocks firm and dripping in excitement. You close your eyes and loll your tongue out and within seconds you can feel the tip of a cock sliding along it, soon followed by another and another. They were practically spilling their precum all over your tongue. You gulp before leaning forward and beginning to suck eagerly at Ari’s cock. The groan he let out was beautiful something from the sweetest melody that has ever left someone's vocal chords. You gulp that thought down though just as soon as you begin to gulp Ari's cock down your throat. You bob your head in a steady rhythm before he grips your hair and pulls you backs and guides you open, wet mouth onto Bucky’s desperate dick.

You trail your tongue all the way down Bucky's shaft before he directs you to his balls. You suck one into your mouth, ignoring your dignity that was slowly slipping out of your fingers, out of your soul. You could hear Bucky’s whimpers of delight before his hand begins to steadily pump at his cock as you slurped on his balls.

Yet again you get dragged away, but this time by Curtis. Before you can even flash him a hateful glare his cock is speared down your throat making you gag. He didn’t care though, Curtis was far too aggressive and it was shown in sex as he face fucked you. Tears streaming down your face and you could hardly breathe from your nose because of the snot. But none of the men cared. That was until Ari dragged your mouth off Curtis’s cock. You didn’t see the malicious look that Ari flashed Curtis, you were too busy being hunched over coughing and catching your breath.

That didn’t last fro long though as Ari’s large palm cupped your chin and directed it upwards, you kept your eyes closed as you heard the men shuffled. Ari opened your mouth wide again, and your jaw ached so much by now, they weren’t small men and they definitely weren’t packing small. Each cock was big or thick in it’s own way and each one made your jaw ache more and more. Now you were dreading which dick was going to be buried down your throat.

However you soon heard all the men groaning and saw a bright flash of light behind your closed eyes. You peeked an eye open and horror is painted on your face as you see Ari recording this on his phone, all three men gathered around you jerking off as they pointed their release at your face. This was terrible. Before you could even get up to run or stop this, Curtis let out a groan and his cum shot out and landed on the left side of your face. You immediately close your right eye which you had peeked open as a chain reaction occurs and Bucky paints the right side of your face.

But Ari went above and beyond and pulled your open mouth around his cock and pushed all the way down until your nose was nuzzled into the thick bed of pubic hair he had. “Fuck, that’s so good. See this mouth is better used to suck your master’s cock rather than talk.” You gagged and the tightening of your throat around his cock was all it took before he came down your throat. After a few minutes, he dislodged himself from your throat and turned his phone off from recording. You cough in the ground, tired and humiliated. You barely noticed them moving around. Bucky and Curtis dressed and cleaned. They give you a pat on the head while a satisfied smile clings to their face and they wave Ari goodbye.

You didn’t even realise Ari cleaning your face up of the cum that had been painted on it like you were a whorsh masterpiece. How he gave you water and even somehow got you an Uber home. You just felt helpless this was a bad situation to be in, even if you were wet from it that meant nothing. As you lay in bed, still in your daze you question how many female alpha’s in the world were subjected to this. Was it worth it in the end?

It had to be worth it. You got above and beyond it meant you could stop this from ever happening again, and that was all the motivation you needed. You rewired your mind and took some deep breaths reminding yourself to be strong. But first you would sleep before retrying, you needed to rest so that when you were awake you’d be ready to fight one small change a day.

The coming days after passed in a blur. A strange state that you were left in after your humiliation, after your assault- you stopped that thought immediately. You didn’t even want to remember it, you wanted to live in the emotionless blur that the days had seeped into. Your phone was crowded by texts and you just didn’t have the heart to answer any of them, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask for help and loose your role as the woman who others would come to. That’s what you told yourself, but there were numerous reasons, each one more depressing and degrading than the last. It had only been a week since the incident and yet you had holed yourself up in your dorm room, it was becoming a mess and it reflected your mind. Th blankets that were piled up on the floor were the big thoughts that you were ignoring.

You had dragged yourself to work but you had stayed in the back the whole time, not having the will to go round front and serve people. During that time you had smelt all three alphas come into the cafe. Bucky was the first to enter, you could hear him talking and flirting with the omegas and your stomach was filled with dread. It was like you could feel his eyes seeking you out even though you were hidden. When he left, you would have breathed a sigh of relief but the bile that filled your stomach travelled and you could only vomit in the toilets.

That happened with them all, but the worst was Ari, who came in on Friday. His scent was a lot stronger and it was slightly sour, almost like you could taste it. The curdling in your stomach kicked up like rotten milk would. Ari was angry. You hadn’t seen him all week, choosing to neglect class and instead doing it online instead, and your professor was so kind and sweet. He understood that although Ari had been secretly bribing him, you had finally broken and you needed space. Yet every day you had class, Ari sat in his usual seat next to yours excited to see you. To brag to you and show you the video he had against you. But you didn’t show, and the more he didn’t see you the more frustration would leak into his veins making him tense his muscles and clench his jaw. He hated that you were avoiding him.

You were shaking in the back when you heard his deep voice rumble through the cafe, it was so dark and threatening even if he was ordering a coffee. Everyone could sense it, they could see how tense he was, his eyes darting around the cafe, hunting for your form. He could smell you and it was driving him crazy. Where were you? Ari grinds his teeth as the little omega serving him shakily makes his coffee. His eyes shoot to her form and a dark look overtakes his face. He clears his throat, “Faster. I have things to do.” He grunts out and glares at the girl. She gulps and hurriedly gives him it.

He leans forwards and smirks, “Tell your little manager that if she keeps avoiding me, she’s in for a world of trouble.” His murmurs softly almost cooing down at her, but his eyes were flaring with hatred and warning. And soon turns on his heel putting the fresh coffee in the bin and marches out. All you could do was stare blankly, you heard every word and you felt yourself falling deeper into the hole that had caved itself into your mind. You wanted to sink until no one could find you again. Despite it all, you stayed strong, as strong as you could. You worked hard in your studies still and kept your work in line. You threw yourself into anything and everything to keep distracted. Including an omega group on campus that wanted to be stronger than their hormones and they were very happy to accept a female alpha that was going to help them stay strong.

You had been to one group meeting and it was so inspiring to see that they were trying to overcome the sexism that ran rampant all over the campus and society. You were happy to help build upon their ideas and even helped introduce new ones. So far they had come up with an app, a special dating app for omegas to use. It was simple but if you put in an alphas name it would come up with any recorded offences they had and just general info so then omegas would know in the future who they might spend their heat with or might mate with. You had added in the idea of logging on any crimes they had done, just so they knew what kind of person they would be partnered with. It was simple but it would make a big change in the omega dating world and you were proud to help.

Another week had passed and you found yourself at a classic frat party, people were drunkenly slobbering all over each other either through kissing or speaking. You couldn’t help but cringe at it all where had everyone's self respect gone? You were sat in the corner drinking out of one of the crappy red plastic cups that seemed to be almost dreamlike in your hand. You didn’t want to be here, so whey were you here? You pause and gaze down at the liquid in your cup before you glance back up and meets the eyes of one of the omegas from the group you had recently joined. She was shy and hidden in on herself and a deep look of sadness gleamed in your eyes and you understood why.

During you weekly meeting, the omegas had all suggested they go to a party with all types of people, and they would all have a red button. The premise was simple, if the omega was overwhelmed they would press the red button and everyone would gather round and would evacuate the party. It seemed like a good idea, a way to stand up and finally go to a party without being seen as sex object. So you all agreed happily, wanting to test this red button theory and see how well it worked.

Yet it had crumbled so quickly, after a few drinks some of the girls hit the dance floor which was just a large living room with all the furniture pushed to the side, but mixed with forty people it turned into a crowded dance floor. The red buttons that were favoured so much were now forgotten as they grinded against sleazy alphas. They were lost causes and the odd few that were left had fled the scene disappointed and scared at the outcome of their idea. Yet you were still sat there, across from Kari. She was a sweet girl, she was dressed in a cute white dress and cosy brown cardigan but despite her looking cosy and warm she was shaking. She was just so scared about the outcome, at how easily her friends gave into their hormones.

You sat patiently, keeping an eye on her. You agreed to stay with her until her Uber came and she was very thankful for it. This way, if she were to give into her hormones, you could step in and direct her away. That’s why you were stuck in this hell pit of sadness. Next morning all these omegas would be left, hanged to dry like a forgotten pair of socks on a washing line. They deserved better but in the end there was nothing you really could do. They consented and you were jealous that they had the chance to consent. Why not you? You shoved that selfish thought down and gulped down the rest of your drink, it was nobodies fault but Ari’s, Bucky’s and Curtis’s.

You push your hair back from your face and gaze at Kari, “Let’s wait outside, okay angel?” You coo to her and she nods eagerly, she hides her soft hands in the sleeves of her cardigan and fists it anxiously before she stands up and gazes at you desperately. You stand up and leave your cup on the table, before reaching your hand out and intertwining it with Kari’s hand. You navigate out of the crowded frat house, your head already easing up the second you stand outside as the cold air wraps you up in its embrace and grinds you back down to reality.

You squeeze Kari’s hand and turn your head to flash her a reassuring smile while squeezing her hand softly again. She smiles shyly back at you as you walk down the large porch and head towards the road. You could hear the loud, blaring music that was echoing out of the house and your face twists into one of disgust. You hated it all, you understood people having fun but whatever went on in that house would turn into sadness in the end. Besides you had better things to do, you had ideas in place. How you were going to create a great business one day and instead of only focusing on profits you would take care of the workers. You would let women’s voices be heard and let them climb the tower to success just like you would.

A genuine smile graces your face after the first time in weeks over the idea of creating such a powerful environment and as you walk with Kari you can’t help but begin to tell her about it. You watch her eyes light up as you go into more detail, a feeling of hope blooming from you both as you unravelled more of this idea. You felt that boost that you had been missing, that push to ignore what had happened and actually do something for once. In the future you could get justice, but for now you would have to grit your teeth and bare it, even if it hurt. It would be worth it for omegas like Kari, for strong alpha women like you and the beta women that were often left behind.

You both sit on the curb of the road, happily talking. Dreams and ambitions flowing through you both and a sense of pride leaps out your heart at how proud this omega was, how strong she was. After all the excited chatter, the Uber finally pulls up and you help her to her feet before hugging her tightly. She kisses your cheek and your heart flutters. She was a good woman and she deserved the world and you hoped you could help give her some of it. You stand back onto the pathway and give her a sweet wave as you watch her drive away. You would have gone with her but she was on the other side of campus and half way through your conversation you had noticed your phone missing. No doubt you had left it inside at the crappy party, so with a deep breathe in to encourage yourself you marched back to the party.

As you shoved your way through the mingling bodies that littered the house, you sauntered into the living room and your eyes glazed the scene before you headed towards the corner where you and Kari were sitting before. But just as you were about to approach it, you could feel every hair on your body stand up and a lump in your throat forming. You could smell them, all three of them. But before the bile could coat your stomach, you remembered the hopeful look in Kari’s eyes as you spoke about the future. And this was a step towards it, making your presence known and stepping down on the dirt that proclaimed themselves as the kings of the school.

You square your shoulders and straighten your back, your chin raised high and you turn on your heel a look of hatred flaming in your eyes. It as Bucky, holding your phone as he regarded you with a look of lust. His body language was relaxed but you could see how excited he was just at seeing you. You raise an eyebrow at him and responds with a smug smirk. “What’s wrong, Doll? Not excited to see me? I was looking all over for you. Curtis was too, he was just so sad that our freshly bloomed daisy wasn’t there for him to get his stress out. And don’t even get me started on Ari, all he’s done was rage at everyone. He’s so pissy and all because of you.” You seethe at him, looking at his dark brown locks and you square your jaw. “Give me back my phone.” You command and all you get in return is a laugh.

However, before Bucky could chortle out a response the party fell silent and Bucky stiffened before he relaxed a smug smile pulling at the corner of his lips again. You were confused for half a second before you smelt it. The searing anger that could only be produced by Ari. Bucky grins as he gazes over his shoulder watching the angry God approach you both. You could feel your heart hammer and you were close to having a panic attack but you just couldn’t afford to lose this battle, for Kari and for yourself. You gaze up at Ari’s hulking form, he stood behind Bucky with a dark look on his face that would destroy every ounce of strength of hope that clung to your bones.

“You found our little mutt. Curtis will be glad to know I’m about to put her in her place after avoiding us.” Ari grumbles out and Bucky chuckles at him. The look you receive from Bucky rattles your bones, you both know something big is about to go down. You’re about to be punished by the frat God and no one will help you.

You gazed at the other alpha that had so happily assaulted you, you watch with a sense of fear ready to fun or fight but you were cornered. Cold feelings of dread immediately gripped your form as Ari turned back to you and sized you up. He smirked as he always did, it seemed so easy to him to pull his lips into that evil look where you knew something awful was going to happen again. You couldn’t afford it again, you couldn’t lose that little spark but with every breathe that left your lips in his presence you could feel that little light being snuffed out. Bucky let out a chuckle and pat Ari firmly on the back, “Teach her her god damn place. Put your bitch in her place.” He mutters with a grin on his lips before he saunters away looking around for an Omega to pass the time.

“So, my little mutt can make it to a party but not to see me.” He mumbles before he lets out a bark of laughter, malice was dripping off every musical note that left his lips. He let his head roll down to gaze down at you through his strong nose. His gaze was so very cold it was like ice seeping into your veins and it left you gasping for air. “I have a very pretty video of you choking on my cock like a good little bitch. Now..” You couldn’t breathe at his words, your fate was sealed and you felt so hopeless. The little spark was downed out now. “You can stop avoiding me, be my good little girl and bow down, or I can send this to professors and around the school and get you kicked out of here without so much as blinking.” He cooed it to you like it was a lullaby and without thinking, the last part of you that was screaming in your head had won.

You raised you hand and it was almost in slow motion, such a delightful moment that your entire body sang praises about, as you punched him. The sound of the punch reverberated in the room and everyone fell silent. You felt giddy, excited, so much so that you felt yourself getting wet at giving him some pay back rather than laying down and dying. Ari’s head snapped to the side and he rolled his jaw cracking it almost like he, too, was savouring such a momentous moment. The moment died quickly though. Within seconds of you feeling like a hero, you fell like a villain as his large hands slid into your hair and gripped it tightly. You whimpered in pain as he fisted your hair but you soon let out a cry as he dragged you outside. No one stepped in, no one watched. It was too late for you and your destiny was sealed.

As you round a corner outside he pushed you and lets go of your hair sending you barrelling into the side of a wall, just as you recovered and looked around noting that he had dragged you into an alleyway, you heard Ari let out a sick little chuckle before you looked up and got a firm knee into your ribs. You hunch over and gasp for air before you get a knee swiftly to your face. You don’t know how your nose didn’t break, all you knew was that you were giving up. You crumpled on the floor sobbing and you gazed up at him. Blood dribbled out your nose and your face was red. You felt bruised and battered, even if it was only two hit, they were hard. He was a strong man and he was a hockey player, you didn’t stand a chance. “You’re such a fucking pest in my side. You would be perfect as my bitch. But you just have to open your fucking mouth like the desperate little mutt you are. You have to speak for the attention you’re so god damn desperate for. And then you had the nerve to punch me, with your soft little fucking hands. You should be ashamed to call yourself an alpha. You have done nothing but be a pain in my ass. At least if you were an omega, all I’d have to do is mark you. But no, you have to have it all. You want it, then you fucking got it.”

You couldn’t even hear him, all you could hear was a monotonous tone that rang in your head and you focused on that as a feeling of numbness consumed you. Yet just as you were about to fully give into it, Ari’s large hand grasped you jaw and he tutted at you before he gave a harsh slap to your face. A whimper leaves your lips and you let out a noise of anguish. This was overkill, you both knew it but he just wasn’t satisfied. “A full fucking year! That’s how long I’ve been pining for you, you dumb bitch! I learnt you schedule, everything about you! I listened to your shitty bands to understand you, to get you to bow down. Hell. I even started learning about business class when I didn’t even need it. But no! Wasn’t good enough for Miss. I’m so up my own ass! I’ve had enough. You’re mine. I have done everything for you and it’s time you repaid me.” He hisses out to you, his steely gaze burning holes into you crumpled form that was so tired and numb.

As you lift your head to gaze up at him, you watch his eyes dilate. He lets out a moan that he swallows, “I can smell you. You’re so fucking wet for me.” You can’t even bring yourself to stop him and his lies. You were wet earlier from teaching him his place but it back fired so badly. Humiliation engulfs you as you feel him wedge his shoe between your thighs. “Hump.” He hisses and you swallow a gag and finally manage to shake your head. He quickly leans down and garbs your hair again, “Fucking hump it like the desperate mutt you are or I swear to god that video goes around and I’ll pay for your life to be a living hell.” Ari promises you and you swallow the last sense of your pride and dignity.

You lift your hips before rubbing your clothing covered cunt against his shoe. You feel your eyelids flutter closed in shame but also pleasure. Through your jeans and your panties you can feel your clit rubbing deliciously against Ari’s shoe. As you hump him, your hand drag from the floor and crawl up his leg, clinging onto his calf like it was a carousel and the ride you were currently experiencing was one so unique you would never forget it. Your lips part and a small gasp leaves your lips as Ari tilts his foot upwards putting just the right amount of pressure against your clit. He adds a bit more and his hands card through your hair before he gently pulls it back and tilts your head up to face him.

You gaze up at him with half lidded eyes, One half closed from pleasure and the other from pain. The tears that gleamed in your eyes added a sparkle to them that made Ari adore you even more as his pet, how could he not? You were his toy, you just needed a firm hand even if it did break you. He would pick up the pieces and put you back together because he owns you and no other woman could compare in his mind. So as he analyses your face with adoration dripping from his soul as he takes in how beautiful your sparkling eyes were in the dim street-light. He could see the bruise that was forming a ring around your right eye, the blood that dripped out your nose and blended in with the blood from your busted lips. Such a beautiful mess that only he could ever appreciate and understand, proof of him puttying you in your place.

It was like Ari had plucked the wings off of an angel and watched it crumble and fall down to the ground in a heap in shame and sadness, and the groan that left his lips fell in sync with yours as you kept humping his foot. You let your eyelids flutter again before you hear Ari groan again, and for a moment you feel yourself snapping out of this sadistic nightmare. Your skin crawls and you stop moving your lips. Adrenaline pumps through you like cold ice enveloping your blood, without thinking your fight or flight instincts kick in and your teeth sink into Ari’s thigh. Your teeth coat with regret and blood and you scrunch your eyes tight as the world comes crashing around you. Ari’s knee met your cheek again in a much harsher blow and you were left wiped out on the floor, you let out a pitiful cough and blow splatters out.

Every part of you was aching and you felt your mind slipping. The zip of Ari’s flyer being the symphony to the loss of your mind, like a crow cawing on the day of a death or the wedding song echoing down a church while the forgotten bride sits there numb because her groom ran away. You couldn’t even stomach up the emotion to be jealous of the groom running, you now knew Ari would never let you go. Your fate was sealed and you fist the cold rocky ground and rest your forehead against it as the last tear you can muster leaves your eyes and caresses your cheek before leaning onto the cement.

Ari’s large paws grip your hips as his knees sink to the floor, the crunch of the cement being heard sliding under his shoes and he gets into his position. He flips you and you blank eyes gaze up at his, all you could see was the hatred that lingered as well as his sickening gaze of love. His eyes flick down as he tears your top of without a second thought, the sound was deafening and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine when the cold air caresses your skin. But not before the disgusting sensation of Ari’s hands soon travelled upon your skin, It was like being burnt. His hands were so warm against your ice cold skin.

You could feel his breathe against your neck, it was shaky with excitement. He tore your bra off without hesitation and for some reason you were thankful he didn’t look yet that part of you died as soon as you through it as you felt Ari begin to map out a destination on your skin with his lips. His hands were tearing at your trousers, it was like it was nothing to him. His brute strength was beyond your comprehension. A moan leaves your lips though before you even have chance to continue thinking about this giant’s strength as he wraps his lips around your nipple and begins to gently suck.

His other hand massages your breast before he moves his thumb to gently run over your nipple and the sensation that tingles down your spine at the subtle touch results in another moan leaving your lips. It was like he knew your body, and of course he did. You were the apple of his eyes and he had seen every part of you even if you didn’t know. He has memorised every vein, every inch of skin for his hands to feel, his lips to worship and his tongue to taste. Ari could feel his heart swelling with pride as he hears your moans surrounding his ears like a hug of delight. His thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple before he begins to roll it, all whilst he’s suckling on your other nipple his tongue flicking against it. You keep your eyes closed and pretend that your body is separated from this scene. Even if it felt good and the ice that ran through your body was instead turning to heat, you didn’t want this and your mouth no longer worked, either because you had been moaning so much or because of how swollen your lips were.

When he switched to lavish your other nipple with his tongue, you couldn’t stop moaning any more, but your mind was disconnected. You were floating in a void of darkness while your body tingled with delight at Ari’s touches. You could feel his spit coating your nipple and when he pulled away and blew on it, you gasped at the cold. You peaks were well presented and Ari wished that he could keep this as a picture. He was all over you and he was filled with absolute arrogance at how easily you had submitted to him. Your moans were forever engrained into his head like it was a holy prayer and he would always worship you to get to hear you sing your angelic verses. “My good girl, see you sound so much better when you whimper than when you’re barking. My pretty bitch, not a little mutt any more. You have an owner and I’m gonna spoil you.”

You could hear Ari’s words echoing in your head but they were soon silenced by the deafening tone that screeched in you head as his hands skated down your stomach and under the band of your panties. He groans, and his breathe gets heavier. He tears through the final piece of fabric and his long, thick fingers trail down before tracing your wet folds. He dips them in for a moment and brings them to his face, he sniffs them and his pupils dilate even more making his eyes seem like pure black. His tongue peeks out his lips before he licks at your juices that coat his fingers. A deep rumble leaves his chest, and the alleyway seems to shake at it. “Fuckin’ beautiful. The sweetest nectar. That’s why you’re so mouthy, isn’t it? Because you knew you tasted God damn divine.” You couldn’t even muster a reply to him, your head was turned and you were counting the small stoned that littered the ground. This was the end and you knew that Ari had won. “Present for me.” He commands but you couldn’t even move you body. Your limbs were heavy and bruised and Ari’s patience was so thin it snapped a mere second after his command left his lips.

You felt his large paws grip your hips as he turns you, he drags the scraps of clothing from your body leaving you bare to the cold, night air. You knees scraped against the cement and grazed them, your chin rested on the gravel as he twisted and turned you into you were in the right position. He drapes his body over yours, the heat from his skin blistering yours with disgust. His lips gently kissed your ears as he whispered sweet words of devotion but you focused on the tone that continued to screech in your head. You gulped as your felt him nudge you legs wider from behind, you closed your eyes tightly within seconds as you felt the tip of his cock rubbing between your folds and his groan vibrates against your back and you finally manage a tear that falls down your face and onto the cement as he slides his cock into your tight little cunt.

Ari’s eyes roll back into his head and his mouth falls agape as some drool leaves his mouth, he had torn down heavens gate and was finally in the place he had craved for years. He was in heaven, he was buried so deep in your snug little cunt. You could feel him stretching you, you could feel every vein of his cock as your pussy was wrapped around him. Your stomach felt full and empty all at once, you were either going to throw up or pass out. Ari’s large hand grabbed your chin as he pressed his bearded cheek against yours. “Mine. This is mine. You are mine. How could I ever have called you a mutt when you’re literally just a pup. My little pup who needed training. Sweet little cunt on my sweet little bitch. The places I’ll take you, the things I’ll spoil you with, you’ll never want for anything again.” He coos through groans and panting breaths.

He moves his hips and the thrust rocks your entire body, your knees grazing against the cement again this time tearing through the graze and pulling blood out. You let out a soft breath as he pulls out but soon your eyes roll back as he pushes back into the hilt. Ari let out such delicate moans and groans at every thrust he delivered to your fragile body, You were just so tight and wet, and the heat from your pussy was absolutely delicious. His hand falls from your face and falls to the pavement, practically clawing at the floor with every movement he anchors to your body. The wet squelches echo down the alley from your wet pussy and Ari’s balls finally slap against your clit making you let out a pathetic mewl that only stirred him on. It only made Ari want more of that precious little noise, he needed to have that noise injected into his heart so that every time it beat he would remember you giving in to him.

You could feel every hit of his balls just momentarily adding pressure to your clit that would make you moan and drool. Ari had enough of this, ho he had to wait for every thrust to make you moan. He moves his hand to between your legs and instantly begins to rub your clit, polishing it like a prized jewel. You cried out and Ari’s heart rate sky rocketed. Nothing could ever compare to this, to you. As he continues to rock his hips like a desperate mad man, he soon begins changing from his soft caresses on your clit to now circling it aggressively. He was abusing your clit and the sounds that you felt leaving your lips, they didn’t sound real. They sounded fake, and how you wished they were because you knew that the whispers of pleasure that were leaving your lips would only boost his ego, only encourage him.

Ari could feel the sweat that lined his body, how it was falling onto your skin, making both your scents combine. Two alpha’s now mating. A forced submission that Ari wished he could regret or feel guilty about but he simply couldn’t, not when you were finally his. He could feel you clenching around him before you let out a gasp and came around him, every time his cock speared into you a ring of your cum was around the base marking him as yours. He could feel every hair on his body prick up as he began to reach his climax. He moved his head and pressed a small delicate kiss to your neck, your scent gland. He was about to do something rare. He was about to mate another alpha, a very hard thing to do, but he had already put himself as being the most dominant out of you two. He knew you were his fate and he would never want another.

As he licked your neck with a slow pace, his hips were moving faster and he gritted his teeth together mid lick as he growled. This was it. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled you up before sinking his cock deep into your cunt, the tip pressing against your cervix and his balls rested against your clit. His seed pumped into you, filling you up. You could feel it leaking into you, but before you could even begin to comprehend his cum leaking into you, his teeth sank into you neck. Your eyes flashed white as you passed out in a heap on the floor, Ari’s cock still speared inside of you as it began to expand and knot, tying you together. His teeth coated in your blood as the bond between you snaps into place. It struggles at first rejecting the idea of to alphas being together, but Ari’s will as stronger, he knew what he wanted and he was having it. He exhaled all the breath from his lungs before taking another breath of pure contentment. He had you in the palm of his hand and he knew the clean up after this was going to be huge. He had to take care of you now. He was your mate even if you hated it. “Good pup, gonna take care of you. Promise.” He coos to your unconscious form and squeeze his body tighter against yours to keep you warm and safe in his arms.

When you finally came back to reality through the haze, you gazed down at your hands and counted your fingers before you saw the bedsheets under them. A deep red bedding was wrapped around your form, something you had never seen or owned. You slowly tilted your head up and your eyes scanned the surroundings. This place was luxurious, deep wood furniture and floors surrounded the room. It seemed almost regal. You mind spiked with memories from that night the second you smelled Ari. His scent was every where. In the room and on you and you felt your stomach turn immediately. You rushed to the bathroom on wobbly legs that barely seemed to hold you. You reached the toilet and instantly began hurling. As you emptied your stomach a hand wrapped gently around your hair and kept it away from being covered in your vomit. It was like your blood curled in seconds as you sensed who it was, you hadn’t even heard the sounds of the shower when you woke up. Ari gently rubs your back and whispers words of support and when you’re finished you rest your head on the toilet. You sob quietly. “I know, pup, I know. I’m sorry and I know you hate me. But this was for your own good.” He murmurs.

Within seconds your turn around and begin throwing punches at him, or you tried to. He wraps around your wrists and he pulled you onto his lap as he wears only a towel around his waist. You claw at him, desperately wanting to cause just one second of pain to him like he had done to you. After a few minutes the fight is torn out of you again and he picks you up, cradling you in his arms like you were his most prized love. The only thing he had ever needed. And he did, he needed you, you were his everything. So he would accept every bite, every mean comment, every slap you threw at him just so you would be okay again. He leaves you on the bed as he rushes around the room and gets dressed into a pair of boxers and a tank top. He sits on the end of the bed and gazes you. Your knees were pulled to your chest and you were vacant and his heart ached. He had caused this and even though it hurt, he knew this was needed.

He gulped and gazes down at his hands. “You were out for a week, But the bond formed and I know your mind isn’t handling it well-” You cut him off as your voice echoed out into the room in a hollow voice, “You raping me didn’t help.” The hopelessness in your voice left his stomach aching. “Yeah…” He whispers and gazes down at his hands. “I’m sorry, But I patched you up and I went to your dorm, got everything you needed.” He murmurs, he turns his head daring to glance at you, but you're still in the same position and for a brief moment he feels bad before he remembers this was necessary to make you his. To break you. And the guilt washes away from him. The silence was killing him, he gulps and speaks again, “I’ve moved you in with me, and I called in at your work. You don’t have to work again, but- um- I knew you wanted to earn your business degree, so I left that alone. I just brought the notes from the classes you missed today. Everything else is um non negotiable. You’re mine-” He winces at his word, “You have to stay close, I don’t want you working. I’ll provide and I know you want to as well but I can’t let you. That’s a command.” He whispers it, but the command was still firm. It was set in place and your life had ended. He paused and gazed at you, but all you did was breath from your nose in response. He was frustrated but he swallowed it down, he had to build you up again before he broke you.

He stands up and begins to pull on some trousers and a flannel top, he pushes his hair from his face and analyses you. “I have to go out, I have practise, As your alpha I command you not to harm yourself. That is an order.” He says firmly. He knew you wouldn’t run, you couldn’t. He clenches his hand as he fights back the urge to kiss your forehead and reassure you, and instead spreads his fingers out and grabs his hockey gear and leaves you.

It hadn’t been long, at least to Ari it hadn’t, but as his practise went on he had a looming feeling of dread swiftly travelling down his spine making him shiver. And as more time went on he got more and more distracted by the game until he felt a sharp pain in his heart, like a rubber band had been snapped. You had disobeyed one of his commands so without a second thought, Ari had ran to the locker rooms and gotten changed ignoring everyone else’s shouts of confusion of disappointment. He could feel his heart in his throat, hammering away and making him feels sick to the stomach. How could you disobey him already? He needed to retrain you or punish you. He drove past speeding limits before he pulled up to his apartment that was nearby the school. He barges his way through it and he doesn’t see you frozen in your spot on the bed but he instantly picks up on the sounds of the shower running.

The scene that greeted him had him rolling his eyes, you were such a pathetic alpha huddled into the corner of the shower as the water poured down on you. He clenched his fists and rolled his neck before his long legs dragged him to the shower, He squatted and the water poured down on him, soaking his clothes making them tighten around his strong form. He tuts and tilts his head as he gazes at your blank face. “Disobeying me already? We don’t want to be punished again, do we?” He coos and a smile splits across his face is sadistic anticipation in hopes you do want to be punished again. His eyes scan you ad watches as you shrink in on yourself and he sighs in frustration before he drags you onto his lap and pushes some wet hair from your face.

His large hands cradle your face, firm but gentle. He scan your face and a glare settles in his eyes, “You’re not even trying. Stupid fucking pup. I’m working my ass for you here. I tried to be nice, to make you feel at home despite you only being a pet. But no. It’s still not good enough for you.” He hisses into your ear but you barely acknowledge him until you hear his breathe directly against your ear. “If you don’t start acting like the strong alpha you claim to be, then I’ll fucking leave you on the side of the road with nothing. Understood?” It isn’t a threat, It's a promise you can hear the sincerity dripping off his tone and it makes you shiver. You gulp and nod your head in compliance because you had no other choice. You were trapped.

So, you gazed up at the shower head that poured the water down onto you both and closed your eyes and for a brief second you saw your future and it was glorious. Even though you were in a dark spot right now, you would claw yourself out of it and claim yourself as the true alpha you are no matter how hard it was. You had to escape Ari. You just needed to bide your time, have a plan and prepare.

Months had passed and every time that you built yourself back up to being strong and establishing yourself as a good alpha, Ari would make it known that you were nothing. Either by making you submit to him and making you spread your legs or being subjected to humiliation as you were shared between him, Bucky and Curtis. Every time you tried to help the omega group, Ari would have Curtis and Bucky ruin it and every time they would drink and party afterwards while Ari fucked you hard and left you a hollow shell.

You were stuck in a hell pit. Ari, Curtis and Bucky saw you as a special toy, one they would never grow bored of. After all they all grew up together in high school, they shared everything together and you were no different from the trophies they won at hockey games. They had a deep brother hood, Ari had always taken care of both the men. Bucky and Curtis grew up rough and their homes even rougher, and Ari grew up rich and sheltered and would often offer for them to stay with him when they were younger. This kindness Ari had shown had ended up in the men swearing a loyalty to each other. A bond and a brotherhood none of them would ever break as they were far too loyal and thrived off of each other’s dominance and they all strived to push each other. You stood no chance when Ari set his eye on you and wanted to break you. When Ari wanted you, so did the other two, but they wanted to help push you to Ari. They wanted their brother happy so if that meant having you suck their cocks while they filmed, they would happily accept. They wanted to break you but they wanted to support their brother too, they would never complain.

But after months of this abuse you grew tired and soon began becoming desperate and started searching for a plan and when you found one you began mapping everything out: See, your running plan was smart and cunning, after a lot of healing and still a lot more to come, you realised that being Ari’s mate wasn't the end of the world. Rather it was the start of it. Because you no longer had a job it meant you could take another class and you did, you took a computer class. You had researched Ari’s dad’s company when he would go to hockey practise and you had your eyes on the prize. When you got your degrees and finally married Ari, you would take over the business at the first female Alpha. Ari didn’t stand a chance. You were ready, and his father was getting close to death. You knew Ari would agree because of the rocky start to your relationship and how he would do anything to amend it. This was your high road, your way to victory and glory where you would prove everyone wrong. Of course it meant playing along a bit, but you were doing it with easy now days. You and Ari had sex often and you found yourself liking some of the presents that he had spoiled you with.

But whilst you were being cunning, Ari had his plan in motion too. It was simple and an easy one, one that could wait with time. He would knock you up. He knew you were ambitious and you would no doubt try and rub the company and it would be fun to watch you do it. But all it took was one baby and you were out of the game. And the second you were put, Ari would be back on top. As the leader of the company, as the true alpha between you both. And you wouldn’t ever complain because you would be too busy doting on your child, inspiring it to make a change one day. That’s all it would take and he was well on the way to winning.

So as you stand so proudly in the crowd and throw your graduation cap in the air bursting at the seams with excitement over the changes you were about to make, you had no clue that it would be so short lived. As days later you would find out that Ari had won again and you were pregnant with his child, forever sealing you as his.

[needlereads]

Good Taste

Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Warnings: 18+, short!reader, size kink

I'm thinking of Curtis discovering you bring out a size kink in him that makes him equal parts melt for you and feral for you.

You and Curtis have been spending time together over the course of a couple months. One night, he is getting settled into his bed and realizes he thinks about you often. In the morning (wanting to hear the soft 'good morning' from you), on the weekend (when he wonders where you are and if you miss him), after work (when he itches to feel you), etc.

Lucky for him, you're receptive to his wooing.

Curtis is highly aware he's been bestowed a blessing -- he gets to kiss you, make you laugh, bask in the little pleasures of life with you.

He grows greedy for more of you. And it's not too long before Curtis, enjoying a hug from you, peers down at you and feels his chest grow warm at how short you are next to him. There's this constant ache in him. It ranges from pride at getting to scoop you up so he can soothe your anxious thoughts with cuddles; the giddy flutters at the adorable sight of you in his sweater; the unrepentant urge to make you surrender to his debauched mind in his bed.

It shouldn't come as a surprise. He's constantly got a hand on you when you're out and about. He loves wrapping his arms around you, creating the perfect cradle to soak you in, to be close to you. He adores snuggling with you in his lap, daring the world to try and make you unhappy.

Then there are those times when Curtis can't help himself. He lifts you so your legs wrap around his waist, your soft little body trapped and feeling so good against his.

He'll wrangle you over a shoulder, your weight a happy treasure to be enjoyed in whatever ways he desires.

You're pinned underneath him, gasping while he devours you, while he grips your curves and makes you take him -- because you make him feel so damn good, because you are clinging and pleading for more, because he can.

[spookiekewchie]

⛓kinktober 2021-begging/dumbification⛓

—i got you begging baby please...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Mob Boss!Curtis Everett x woc!reader

Summary: Curtis gets to you like no one else does, even when he shouldn't

Word Count: 500

Warnings: general language warning, dumbification, begging, unprotected sex, clothed sex.

A/N: DAY NINETEEN OF KINKTOBER! Anyways, all mistakes and errors are my own. I gave it a look over but knowing me I probably missed a few things. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

Your head falls back with a thump against the wall that Curtis has you pressed against. Your pencil skirt is bunched up around your hips and your blouse is unbuttoned, you know that if anyone were to walk into Curtis’ office right now there’s no explaining the compromising position that the two of you are in. You also know that Wilford would have your head if he knew about his high-priced lawyer letting his worst enemy fuck her absolutely stupid. You hardly believe you let yourself get into this mess yourself, a high powered attorney like yourself should know better and yet the pull to Curtis had been inevitable.

He’s powerful, demanding, and always in control. It’s something that you enjoy about him, likely more than you should because Curtis is the only one that can make you feel this mindless and reduce you to begging.

“C’mon gorgeous, thought you were supposed to be smart. Use your words, tell me what you want.” He says, and the condescending tone he uses just makes you mewl and clench around him tighter. He groans at the feeling, head dropping so that he can mouth at your neck. “Beg for me, gorgeous. Can you do that for me, or did I fuck all the thoughts out of that dumb baby brain of yours already?” All he gets out of you is another moan, and you clenching so tight around him that it makes him lose his rhythm for a moment. Curtis curses under his breath, hips snapping forward hard enough to make your ass bounce off of the wall that he has you up against.

You try to form words, yet nothing but your cries of pleasure escape you. Your hands grip tight against his shoulders as you pull him in closer, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss that’s all teeth and tongues. You break away with a curse, your lust blown gaze meeting his as you let him fuck you hard enough that you’re sure the wall will be dented by the time the two of you are done. “Please, Curtis...please, wanna cum. Make me cum, please.” You pant out, begging him the way you know he likes. Curtis growls against the curve of your throat, teeth nipping at your skin as he sucks a bruise into the delicate flesh.

“There she is, I knew you could fucking do it if you tried hard enough.” He taunts, that condescending tone making you clench tight around him again. “My gorgeous dumb girl,” He continues, smirking at your moans. “I know, I know...just can’t help but go all dumb on me when I’m stuffing you full’a cock, can ya?” He picks up the pace then, his thick cock hitting you at all the right spots with each thrust and it has you cumming for him with a scream. Curtis lets a string of curses fly past his plush lips, chasing his release until he’s spilling inside you with a loud groan.

[bluemusickid]

Can I request dark Curtis? 🥰🥰🥰

It's like you read my mind! I have always wanted to write Curtis!! And what perf timing, for Siri's Challenge!! Woohoo!!!

Pairing: CEO!Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, dark fic, minors DNI, dubcon, noncon (a lil’), pls look away if any of these makes you uncomfortable, YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY

A/N: This is my fic for @stargazingfangirl18 's 5k soft!dark challenge. Congratulations, Siri! You're amazing and deserve all of the followers!! Also this is the first time I'm writing anything with Curtis, so pls bear with me if it is a lil' inaccurate. 😅. I used prompt #10: Boss asks you to stay behind late at the office. Dividers by the wickedly amazing @firefly-graphics 💓. 

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Enigmatic Illusions

Curtis clenched his fist as he watched the last streaks of the sun bathe the room in light. He couldn't be happier for dusk. It's these moments of solitude he cherished, the calm after the storm, if you will. He watched people walk out of their offices, weary yet eager to get home, to their families, to some semblance of normalcy. Sighing, he realised he couldn't even think about wanting that. It just wasn't in his destiny.

He heard a knock on his door, breaking him away from his thoughts. That must be his PA, wanting to give the evening roundup of events.

Being the CEO of Wilford Industries was hard, but Edgar certainly helped a lot. Curtis considered himself lucky to have found a good right hand man.

"Come in, Edgar."

Edgar walked in, meaning all business, files stacked high in his hand. "Good evening, sir. I have all the reports from this quarter that you requested."

"Hmm." Curtis took a chair, beckoning Edgar to sit.

The rest of the hour was spent looking at the reports, making bullet points for the next General Meeting with the stockholders and other jargon that Curtis despised. He wished he could avoid this part, but Edgar was nothing if not fastidious. He reeled off figures and terms, as if it were child's play.

While wrapping up, he broached the topic of the new PA-in-training. With the workload piling up, it was imperative that Edgar had someone to delegate tasks to, as per Curtis' liking.

"Sir, the new PA will be joining us from tomorrow. I've briefed her on all your preferences and your schedules. She'll be working with me for a bit after which she'll take over some of my duties. I hope that's fine."

Curtis grunted his assent, not enthused about the situation. In his mind, Edgar was more than capable to help in the running of this company, but alas needs must. He dismissed him, winding up for the night.

As he sat in the car in silence, he couldn't help wondering what his life had become. He started working at the age of 15, never really stopping or taking a moment for himself. Mr. Wilford had taken a chance with him, given him a job even when he had no experience. Now, he was at the top, and time to retrospect. But there was something missing.

Heating up his meal, he checked his phone. Pics of last night's gala were plastered on news sites, with many claiming that he had been seen with "a special someone". Curtis snorted. A normal life was not one for him. Eating his dinner in silence, he turned in for the night, ready for the next day, the same routine.

Curtis stepped onto his floor, irked. His day hadn't started off well. For starters, he'd burnt his eggs, owing to a report Edgar had sent at the last minute which needed his urgent approval. After that, he saw that he had a flat, which the driver hadn't attended to, which meant that he'd have to take a taxi.

To top it off, someone had spilt coffee on his pants as he was walking to the elevator. No, Curtis wasn't in the greatest of moods and was in no mood for anything else to go wrong.

Buzzing in Edgar, he ordered for a change of clothes, which he always kept in the office, lest there was a Board meeting called and he wasn't dressed appropriately. Hearing a timid knock, he asked him to come in. Half expecting Edgar to walk in, he turned to see a stranger walk in, hanger in hand, holding it out to him. Curtis frowned, taking the bag from her.

"Who are you?" he said, taking her in. She looked all business, dressed in a navy pantsuit, her hair pulled back into a pony. Her face remained impassive, devoid of any emotions.

"I'm your new PA, working with Edgar. Forgive me for bringing your suit without proper introduction, but Edgar had urgent matters to attend to regarding signing of some documents."

Curtis listened, transfixed and wide-eyed. It was like a hurricane had swept into his office, scrambling all thoughts he had. He had never imagined in his whole life that this would be the new PA, rather he expected someone inept, or not quick to understand. But who was he kidding; it was Edgar who had chosen her.

Nodding absentmindedly, he dismissed her, watching her leave the room, her heels clacking across the floor in perfect rhythm. Shaking himself, he sat at his desk, reading up on the latest business proposals. At 9:45 sharp, she walked in again, with his cup of coffee, placed neatly on a coaster, a napkin under it. And yes, exactly the way he liked it, at the perfect temperature. She said nothing, yet again, not a word out of place. Who was she? What was her name?

Curtis called for Edgar, intrigued beyond words now. Whoever this woman was, she had wreaked havoc on his mind. It confounded him more than it should've. Edgar walked in, notepad in hand.

"Who is she, Edgar?" He asked, tersely.

"She's the new PA-"

"I know that." Curtis barked. "What is her name, where is she from, what degrees does she hold, and all that."

Edgar told him her name, and her details. Apparently she was from Wharton, with a major in business studies and management. She had wonderful recommendations, was pretty much top of her class, and had worked with many reputed companies. She was perfect, from a job standpoint, of course.

From that day onwards, it was like Edgar had ceased to exist. Of course, he was still working at the company, but it was mostly her who was taking care of him; whatever he'd needed, it was there before he even asked for it. It was unsettling, kind of like she read his mind.

Curtis had to know more about her. She was an enigma, a puzzle to him, and that was bothering. If anything, he was known to read people like an open book. Many harsh takeovers had become easier under Curtis, simply because he knew what to say and when. To say that he hadn't been able to decipher her, was a bit of a blow to his pride. To test her, he decided to make her life a little tougher; to really break her.

It started with his morning routine. She brought him his coffee, but he said he wanted tea before his 9:30 meeting. She frowned, there was no meeting at 9:30 she thought to herself. Checking her schedule, her face fell slightly; the 3:00 PM meeting had been moved up. She hadn't been able to complete the notes, which meant that Edgar would have to step in. Curtis pointed out, curtly that he would have liked to check the notes beforehand. She nodded, a little crestfallen, but still collected.

Which is why Curtis was a little shocked when he saw the notes on his desk, 30 minutes before the meeting. Peering through the window looking out onto the bullpen, he saw her, typing, her stature still composed, as if nothing had happened. His jaw tightened, unable to silence the small voice in his head. He would just have to try harder. He needed to. Cruel as it may be, Curtis felt like he was owed this.

The next time, he scheduled 3 meetings, one after the other, without an official break. He could do that easily, but he knew she needed time. This was it. This would finally break that façade of hers that she was showing. One might think that this was wrong, borderline evil on Curtis’ part, to punish her so, without reason, but there was one. People with a tough exterior were always a threat to him. He had learnt early on, that there was no other way to read people but to see how they acted under a little tension. It was what his mentor had taught him; he had yet to see it fail.

So he put this...this woman, standing in front of him to the test daily. He would send her to the opposite ends of the town for one paper, which could have easily been done in the office. He sent her to the shadiest parts of town for minuscule stamps and writing pads and such, something which was well below her pay-grade.

And yet, she did it. Without a single word, a single complaint to either him or Edgar. At the end of the day, she’d sit with Edgar and him, noting down all the daily work report procedures. Curtis knew what was happening, but was in denial. Her calm demeanour had, ironically, thrown him off balance and made him go haywire. He found himself noticing small things about her, how her curves were highlighted in her prim and proper office wear, how she chewed on her lower lip when she was deep in thought. More often than not, he found himself wondering what it would feel like to bite that plump lip, what it would feel like holding her ample bosom, her pert and perfect behind in his hands.

Sitting in his chair, he threw back the remainder of his whisky, the burn of the amber liquid matching the burn he felt within. He was a goner. They’d never even had a proper conversation outside of work and yet, he could feel himself getting pulled towards her.

He watched her as she took notes, listening intently to whatever Edgar said. Dismissing Edgar, he turned to face her as she sat, notebook perched on her thighs. What he would give to feel those around his head, he mused.

“Let’s cut to the chase, because I hate wasting times over mind games. Why did you do those unnecessary tasks, without a single complaint?”

If she was surprised by the question, she didn’t show, her eyebrows merely quirking up for a beat. “No job is unnecessary for the smooth running of an enterprise, especially one of this size. I was just helping move things along, that’s all.”

And that was that. A simple explanation, no words spoken more than necessary. That night, as Curtis stood under the shower, images of her under him were burned under his eyelids. He took himself in hand, each stroke making him hopeful of the fact that hopefully his infatuation would subside even though, he knew, that would not hold true.

Curtis rolled his neck, the fatigue of the day finally making its presence felt. The Company was going through a major merger; the biggest one so far and so it was all hands on deck. More often than not, Curtis found himself spending the night in the office, only going home for a quick shower, Unbeknownst to him, she was there too, working till the wee hours.

Wanting a small drink, he decided to go to the pantry, in a bid to stretch his legs. He stopped short when he heard a small sniffle, coming from the bullpen. He inched closer, only to hear her low voice, speaking in an impassioned tone.

“...I know, mom, but this is something I have to do, no matter what the cost. If I don’t, goodness knows what he’ll do to you and Kat. I can’t leave, I’m sorry.” she said as she put the phone down, sobs wracking her body as she broke down into silent tears.

Curtis didn’t know how, but he found himself standing next to her, his hand a mere inch away from her shoulder. Sensing a presence, she looked up, only to quickly dry her tears, asking hastily if he required any assistance.

No words were spoken as he pulled her to her feet, her eyes speaking volumes. Curtis wanted to savour this; to remember her face, her eyes wide and shimmering, a sheen of tears still visible. Wiping her tears, he planted his lips to hers without preamble, her squeak engulfed. He wanted to map out every line, every indent of her lips; the woman who had turned his world upside down.

Breaking apart, he still held her close, his forehead resting against hers as they caught their breath. Her arms reached out to his, weakly trying to push him away but he didn’t let her go. She was his and his only. 

Picking her up by her waist, he carried her to his office, her arms circling around his waist, unsure of what was unfolding. He planted her on his desk, kissing her again, before she could object. Reaching into her pants, he softly ran his fingers across her folds, feeling a little moisture gathered there. He circled around her nub, her keens going straight to his groin. Her voice shook as she asked him what he was doing and why, but he simply answered with a shake of his head, and a kiss on her lips. Tears streamed down her face as he continued his assault, the feeling of wetness gathering around his fingers turning him on like nothing else.

He let go of her, long enough to undo his pants. But she didn’t move, her eyes trained on his every movement, tears tracks still visible. Pulling her pants down, he looked deeply into her eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance, for any signs. Her eyes conveyed nothing, except for a smidgen of trepidation which replaced her sorrow, as he pushed into her channel a little. Covering her mouth with his palm, he pushed into her in one thrust, a tad surprised to not hear a scream from behind it. He took off his hand as he began to thrust, his hands firmly gripping her thighs and ass. His astonishment quickly turned to lust as he heard a small moan emanate from her, glancing to see her mouth slightly open, her breath harsher. He thrust faster, the small act alone stronger than any aphrodisiac.

Pushing her back onto the desk, he towered over her, his thrusts gaining momentum. He sucked on her earlobe, relishing in her small moans as her hands came to rest upon his waist, still unsure of how to do so. He could feel her walls tightening ever so slightly, signalling she was close. He doubled his efforts, his finger intrepid on her nub. She raised her voice now, unable to keep silence, prompting Curtis to clamp down on her mouth. With a single thrust, she screamed, muffled behind his hand as he poured himself into her, his grunts heavy in her ears, their heart beating in tandem, still sheathed within her.

As Curtis lay across her chest, his hands holding down hers fingers intertwined, he could only think of one thing: he could never let her go now. She was his, and only his.

(I hope this turned out to be a better read because it sure was a hassle for me to type loool. I apologize for any mistakes, I finished this at 5AM)

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Misc Masterlist

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Ransom Drsydale

Andy Barber

Frank Adler

Crush*

Tease*

In Like*

Colin Shea

Boyfriend*

The Music or the Misery (Masterlist)

I Miss You*

Ari Levinson

Besties* & Friendly*

Fallen*

Freak*

Why Not Both? (featuring Colin Shea)

Jake Jensen

Petunias*

First Date*

Roger Rabbit*

Curtis Everett

Safe and Sound*

crushcrushcrush*

Johnny Storm

Rude*

Ryan Ackerman

Action*

Sandy*

Lloyd Hansen

Dangerous Woman

[dc418writes]

✨Pairing✨: softdark!assassin!Curtis Everettxblack!reader

Summary🪄: the mysterious man in the corner booth is gonna make you wish you stayed home

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!!!, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of adult happy fun times, allusion to reader being held against her will (so dubcon..?? Ish??? 🤷🏽‍♀️)

A/N🎤: hello☺️! This is my submission to the @secretswiftymarvelfan I Love You 3000 Writing Bonanza✨! Congrats again on 3000 followers👏🏾👏🏾!! I hope you - and everyone else who reads - like what I put together!

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

AU: assassin, Trope: one night only, Dialogue: “I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want”

Taking a deep breath, you stand smoothing your white tennis skirt down against your thighs before making your way to the ridiculously handsome man your friends pushed you into talking to.

“Girl take a chance for once!”

“I-I don’t want to bother him. Plus I’m sure he already has someone,” you replied nervously holding your hands in your lap. From your quick glances his way, he seemed unimpressed with everything - and potentially everyone - around. Content and enjoying his solace.

“Well you won’t know unless you ask,” your other friend countered in a sing-song manner fluttering her newest lash extensions.

Now here you were nearly to the corner booth in the dimmest part of the bar with your fruity cocktail in hand as your pink, strappy heels tapped against the floor. The stranger’s eyes locked with yours as he sips his own glass tumbler half filled with a brown liquid. How his tongue peeks out to collect the small droplets left, paired with the corner of his mouth tilting in the slightest smirk, leaves an involuntary flutter in your lower abdomen that carries down into your core.

Your cheeks - and overall body - warm as you finally reach your destination. “H-Hi.”

He gently bows his shaved head, “Hello.”

“Sorry to bother you. M-My friends and I made this pact to try new things this year and mine is to walk up to a guy I’m attracted to since I don’t really do that so here I am…”

“I’m not surprised.” You feel your mood fall at his words and embarrassment swell in your chest. How foolish of you to think you could do this? That you had an ounce of sex appeal or confidence like those other girls you saw easily able to grab any man they wanted. It’s exactly why you stayed to yourself. Your ultimate fear of rejection keeping you rooted in your seat or at home.

“O-Oh?,” is all you can muster feeling even more stupid that you didn’t even have a solid retort.

“As gorgeous as you are, I’m sure you always have men coming up to you. No need for you to do any work,” he explains making a shy smile spread along your glossy lips and relief soothe the uneasiness of your stomach. He extends his hand to the seat next to him motioning for you to join him, which you gladly take with a quiet “thank you.”

“Truthfully, it’s my friends that get all the attention. Guys usually just walk past me to get to them.”

“Nothing against your friends, but sounds like those boys were idiots,” he firmly states before taking a last pull of his drink to finish it. The tic in his jaw as if he’s bothered by those other men even though he doesn’t know them. As if he’s annoyed at just their mere mention. “Then again, should probably thank em for allowing us to meet huh?”

At that, you seem to lose your train of thought immediately letting your eyes fall to your lap again so giddy from his words. A brief silence falls over your table, but it’s not awkward or uncomfortable in the slightest. Finally peeking up again, his ocean eyes - and overall expression - turn a bit softer, which doesn’t help the butterflies erupting in what feels like your whole body.

“Shit, sweetheart you got me forgetting my manners. Curtis,” he introduces in a deep drawl that sends tingles up your spine. Holding his hand out, you notice intricate, black ink along the back of his hand and knuckles - in a design you can’t exactly make out - that looks to extend all the way up his arm covered by his black long sleeve shirt. You feel guilty for it, but you let your mind wander to how far it exactly goes. To his solid chest? His, probably, perfectly sculpted back maybe? Across his firm pecs and down to his abs you could visibly make out through his shirt?

The longer your mind imagined, the more that itch to find out grew stronger. And when you placed your hand in his - noting just how much larger it was than yours, not to mention stronger - you knew you were done for.

“Y/N.”

•

It’s pitch black when you finally awake to the quiet room. The side of your face pressed into the vanilla bourbon scented pillow below you - the same one Curtis had you drooling, moaning, and pleading in majority of the night.

The way he wrung your body exhausted pulling orgasms one after the other - you honestly couldn’t remember the exact number from your brain turning into mush after the second - you’d think he created you. Molded you with his own hands and knew just where he hid that special spot inside you. Then again, maybe it was just from you being..well..out of commission for some time.

Slightly lifting your head, you finally notice you’re lying by yourself in his king sized bed. The sheets pulled up to cover your back and keep you warm.

Additionally, just how quiet it is around you as if you’re the only one there period.

“C-Curtis?,” you hoarsely call out hoping he just journeyed to the kitchen or even another room for a call. Having a house so extravagant, clearly he had to do something highly important that took most of his time.

But you’re met with silence, causing the once tired smile along your lips to falter.

You thought he really liked you. That he would’ve wanted to see you again sometime and maybe grow into something more. “That’s why they call it one night stand,” you mumble to yourself feeling the crack in your heart spread bit by bit as you slide from under the warm covers to collect your things.

It seems like your stomach becomes queasy again with every piece of clothing you put on; making you study your earlier conversation trying to discover any missed signs or warnings. Of course you still didn’t see any, only making you feel foolish and ashamed all over again.

Heels clacking and echoing throughout the home, you’re too busy reserving an Uber on your phone to notice Curtis standing in front of the main door until you nearly run into him. A startled scream pushing from your lungs as one hand lands on your chest and the other drops your phone to the hardwood floor.

With his black top and black pants, he looked as if he’d been in combat having hand guns hanging from the harness strapped across his upper body. Black gloves covering his hands, and red dots splattered along his face match the dripping streaks on his top that are undoubtedly blood.

His expression, hard and stoic, causes an increase in your heart rate now nervous and confused as to what happened to his overall state let alone the change in his mood.

“What happened to you?,” you quietly ask.

“Nothing you need to worry about. And that’s also the first and last time you ask about my business, got it?” His harsher tone has you slightly flinching; taking a step back as you gently nod your head.

“I-I’m sorry..I didn’t mean-,”

“Pretty sure I left you asleep,” he retorts removing his gloves.

“I was looking for you a-and I saw you were gone,” you stammer wrapping your arms around yourself. “I thought-,”

“That this was over? Oh sweetheart you’re too cute.” His words should have you jumping for joy and excited, but his deep chuckle - more menacing than comforting - causes an unwelcome sinking in your gut.

One swift stride forward with his long legs, and Curtis catches your chin in his hand pressing his fingers into your cheeks hard enough to make your plump lips pout and a surprised whimper to leave your heaving chest. You had no choice but to face those blue eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place; only worsening your nerves.

“I’ll let you know now I’m hard to get rid of,” he whispers ghosting his lips over yours. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want. Who I want.”

You remain quiet - as if you could even try to fight - letting his grip loosen until his fingertips drag from the side of your neck to your collarbone making you shiver. Your body still somehow willing to give in to this man who surely was more dangerous than you could imagine.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen. We’re gonna get out these clothes and you’re gonna help me clean up in the shower. I’ll put you back to sleep then order breakfast for us in the morning, where you’ll rightly apologize for trying to leave in whatever way I see fit until our food arrives. Understand button?”

You need to fight. Any logical person would scream and shout to the heavens punching and kicking past the point of exhaustion in this situation. Yet you were stuck. Partially from fear of not knowing what Curtis was truly capable of, and partially from your greedy core loving that idea. You could feel the light throb and arousal begin to leak from you making your thighs clinch.

Of course he notices too from the smug smirk on his lips. “Y-Yes,” you softly answer.

“Good girl.”

Who would’ve thought your first - well almost - one night stand would be your last?

[cevansbrat0007]

Too bad our favorite trio of Brats forgot to mention that the concert is actually in Manhattan, Kansas - not New York. Oops//

OOPS! Oh baby girls you are in trouble!

Forget my favourite AU!

They are gonna be in so much trouble. But honestly, sometimes these Brats like to light a match, sit back, and watch the world burn.

It's part of their charm. At least that's what they like to tell their Daddies.

The Daddies every time the girls are back on their bullshit:

[emerald-evans]

😏

modern curtis au

a/n - I had a whole backstory to this and ended up deleting it so we could get to the smut faster LOL. this is hella unedited, but I hope you enjoy hehe <3

warnings - smut. slight fluff. 18+. minors do not engage.

ps. I have always envisioned curtis being a man that is really fucking good at using his hands.

He worked hard, your dear husband. Despite managing over 30 workers below him, Curtis made a conscious effort to lend his services wherever he could. In honesty, it was all he knew. It was all he thought he was good for. You knew he felt this way too. It was difficult fighting his internal demons. Without disclosing much detail, you knew he was not awarded with the same love and affection a young boy needs growing up. It was easy for him to retreat into himself.

Yes, your husband was good with his hands. But so were you.

It didn't take much to bring him back to you, really. Some lingering touches to the back of his neck as you lightly kissed his soft lips, your shared room illuminated by the soft glow of the morning sun behind your curtains. Slowly moving your hands lower to glide down the firm expanse of his chest, barely teasing his nipples with the tips of your fingers. His breath hitched. Continuing your trek down to his abdomen, you began to gently scratch at his sensitive hips. Just a few swipes and you felt him shutter under your finger tips. "Baby, please", he manages to rasp out.

No, you weren't a sadist. But something about feeling your husband's throbbing cock against your hip as he began to beg you to touch him, ignited something devious inside of you. You knew you had to draw this out as long as possible. Gently moving him to lay on his back, you began to kiss down the length of him. Starting from his neck, then behind his ears, and all the way down his torso. At the same time you began to slide fingers up and down his thighs, occasionally gripping his thighs to massage the thick muscle.

"What would you like me to do, honey?". Amusement evident in your voice.

Ok, maybe you were a bit of a sadist.

"Just touch me. Please just fucking touch me." He almost whines out.

"I am touching you, baby. Would you like me to stop?". You chuckle.

"NO. Don't stop. Please don't fucking stop touching me. I need it, need you. Need your mouth." You could see the sweat starting to dot against his eyebrow and the furrow between his brows as he begs you to please him in the way only you can.

Your patience was also running thin. His cock was inches away from your face, straining against his pyjama pants, tip leaking from arousal. Still, you gently lowered his pants and allowed his engorged cock to spring free. The darkened tip awaiting your soft mouth. You first took him in your hand, breathing in his musky scent. Feeling the weight as he keened above you, gripping onto the sheets. Finally, you drew your tongue along the underside of his cock until you reached high enough to flick the sensitive frenulum. Relishing in sharp gasp it earned you, you brought your other hand up to cup his balls. After a few tugs, you suddenly took him into the soft confinement of your mouth. Curtis cried out as his hands found their way into your hair. You began to bob your head down his length while your tongue continued to massage underneath him, his hands gripping your curls. Moving your hands past his balls, you began to gently massage the perineum.

"Oh, oh fuck, sweetheart." His grip tightened on your hair and you hollowed your cheeks.

His hips started to buck, forcing more of his length in your mouth. You softly gag and you worked through taking him in the back of your throat. Speeding up, you continued to massage his balls as he began to fuck into your mouth.

"Fuck! Fuck i'm gonna cum. Gonna fill your mouth. Wanna taste it on your tongue." He slurred out as his mouth began to slack. You felt him twitch in your mouth before he shoved into you for the final time with a deep groan, swallowing the ropes of his cum as they coat your throat. You stayed there for a moment, relishing in the way his mouth hangs open and his eyes shut, as he struggled to regain his breathing. Taking the softening length out of your mouth, he lazily smiled down at you. He didn't always say much, his eyes displaying enough emotion to make your heart beat a little faster every time he looked at you.

His hands cupped your jaw to bring you closer, holding you near him for a moment. He continued to gaze into your eyes before he leaned in for a passionate kiss. Your hands slid against him, gripping his arms as the force of the kiss takes your breath away. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, tasting the remain of his seed. You sigh into his mouth as you two part.

Laying your cheek against his chest as his arms wrap around you, you see a small grin appearing on his face and he holds you against him. Looking back down, you shut your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his skin against yours, heart content as you bid your lover a good morning.

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[shotgunbunny]

Blood, paint and cum

WC: 2k+ GIF by weheartchrisevans

[dark!stepbrother!Curtisx innocent!stepsister!Reader]

[Warnings!! Stepcest/abuse mentions/toxic/slut shaming/manipulation/Curtis being horny/smut!!!/breeding kink]

Curtis loved you from the second he saw you. He truly thought he had been blessed from heaven for tolerating his abusive father. And because he believed so heavily that you were his reward for his hard life he treasured you like one.

Which is why he currently had you bouncing on his cock, moaning his name while your tits bounced in his face. He couldn't help but his large hands on your delicate hips and push you further down, to the point his balls brushed against your ass. He knew it would be too much so he leaned into your chest and kissed until he found a nipple and began to suckle on it. Which you reacted by wrapping your arms around his buzzed head and whining all while arching your back, pushing your breasts further into his rugged face. In his dark mind this further solidified the idea you were from heaven, right now you looked like an angel and sounded like one too.

He couldn't help but pull away and put one of his big hands behind your head and push your lips together, swallowing your beautiful breathy moans into a kiss while he fucked up into you. The pleasure you both were feeling was intense, but that was what happened when lovers entangled there souls though sex. At least that's what Curtis said and you believed him because he knew everything.

He knew that even if you did get pregnant everything would be okay since you weren't actual siblings far from it, and because of that he was fine fucking his load into you everytime.

Just like he was now, you were squeezing his fat cock from cumming all over him, and he was so deep inside you, trying to make sure his cum stayed in you and took root.

"Did so good for me suga'."

"I-i did?"

"Yeah baby, ya' did. Fuckin' perfect for me, ya' know that baby?"

"Ofcourse I know that daddy."

When you two first met it was when you and your dad was moving into Curtis's mums house. It was a three bedroomed house and was on a very nice street where everything seemed perfect, especially in summer.

Curtis was sat in the kitchen wrapping his knuckles in bandages after his latest fight at the bar. You see where he worked there was always some asshole who came in and thought he was better than everyone. But yesterday one of these assholes flaunted their fake confidence infront of Curtis, resulting in him breaking their nose, and his bruising his knuckles.

His mum tutted at him constantly for retaliating with violence but he ignored it. He didn't need her lecturing him when all he could remember was her trying to calm her dad with words and him replying with a fist. He wouldn't let that happen ever again not this time.

Just as he was about to sit down the doorbell hummed and he looked up at his mum, expecting her to answer but she had her back turned and was beginning cooking dinner for everyone.

"I'll get that."

"Oh thank you darling!"

He was glad only in his loose grey joggey bottoms when he answered the door. Yet he didn't see anyone until he heard a small feminine cough. He looked down and there you were.

Small, dressed in a little pink dress, with a locket around your neck, and 2 boxes wrapped in paper that was printed with pink cupcakes on it. To say Curtis was awe struck wouldn't even be able to describe how he felt.

"H-hi there"

Your voice flossed his ears with how melodious it was. Fuck you were perfect. Ofcourse he would be getting the perfect woman as his fucking step sister. He took a breath and smiled down at you.

"Come on suga' do you wanna put those cute little presents in the kitchen along with yourself?"

You blushed and smiled, charming Curtis even more and making his cock start to harden a little too.

"I'd love to put the presents in the kitchen but I need to get my stuff!"

"Oh suga' I don't mind getting your stuff for ya'. You're too pretty to be carrying too much anyway. Come on in you go."

You giggled at him before you stepped in and then stood beside him. He couldn't help but try and seem more gentle to show he wasn't a big brute. He was drowning you in the doorway at a solid 6'7. He smiled down at you pointed the way to the kitchen. Just as he stepped outside you gently called his name to which he stopped and turned.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek and thanked him for his kindness before you skipped off to the kitchen. Leaving him dizzy with adoration and hard with arousal.

It took 3 months for you and Curtis to be bestfriends and you were happier than ever with him. He was so nice to you. Whenever you went shopping he always got your favourite cookies from the highest shelf and paid for them! He always made sure creeps stayed away from you!

And the best part was when he went to the carnival with his friends and came home with a small teddy bear;

"Just for you suga'. Cause you're my baby bear,"

You giggled at him and hugged the bear before hugging Curtis. Yet he wasn't happy with the space in the hug, so he bent down and grabbed the back of your thighs and made you jump up so your legs wrapped around him. You wrapped your arms around his big shoulders and whispered gently to him,

"Well then you're my big bear."

He chuckled and carried you to your room where he gently placed you and your prized toy before he kissed your forehead and said goodnight.

But in those 3 months you never had chance to decorate your room or even paint it! Luckily Curtis had a plan. And you were finally acting out on it!

Your parents were gone for the week for another honeymoon, and they left Curtis incharge. And Curtis decided he wanted to decorate your room and also make a peephole but you didn't need to know about that.

So when Curtis picked you up from college the very day your parents left, you let out a squeal of joy when you saw all the pink and white paint and all the cute fluffy things in the back of his car.

"Wow suga', you look great in my old clothes"

You giggled. When you both got home, you changed into old clothes that Curtis had so you could paint and not ruin your clothes. Luckily you just had to wear one of his shirts and they looked like a dress on you.

"Don't flatter me big bear! We have work to do!"

"Is that right baby bear?"

"Mhmm!"

And after a chuckle you began painting.

However as you got halfway through your room you got bored and decided to cause mischief. You dipped your roller in paint and rolled all along Curtis's back, to which he let out a dark chuckle. You were frozen when he slowly turned with his brush in hand and a playful gleam in his eye.

And the chase began, you both laughing trying to paint the other, when you finally got him back, he chased you and you were stuck against the wall in the blink of an eye. Curtis had been so fast that he had picked you up and pinned you against the wall so he was slot so comfortably between your thighs.

He chuckled and gently swiped a piece of paint from his thumb into your cheek. Yet all you could hear was your heartbeat and all you could feel was the paintbrush Curtis was holding between your legs where his crotch was. You were so caught up in the hardness that lingered against your cunt that you didn't notice yourself grinding against Curtis's bulge which you believed to be a paintbrush.

You were snapped out of this when he grabbed your chin with his paint covered hand and made you look at him, before he leaned down and kissed you.

You'd never been properly kissed before so this was truly a moment when you felt butterflies and tingles everywhere, all the while Curtis was trying to hold back fucking you against the half painted walls. So he pulled away and pecked your lips again smiling.

"Did you like that baby bear?"

"Yeah! It felt g-good Curtis."

"Good. You wanna do it more baby bear?"

"y-yeah"

"Then you gotta keep it a secret baby bear. You can't tell anyone what we do okay? If anyone finds out they'll think it was all your fault and that you're a slut."

At his words you teared up. You didn't want anyone thinking that! You weren't a slut, you were a good girl. You'd never do anything to warrant you being called a slut, so you agreed and with that you became Curtis's without even knowing.

After you had painted your room fully you had to wait for it to dry, and because of that Curtis had offered to share his bed with you.

Which is where you currently were. Wearing nothing but your cute pink panties and another one of Curtis's top, but this one was flannel. Not any flannel though, it was Curtis's favourite which is why you felt so special.

It was getting late and Curtis was cuddled up to you watching the TV with you. You were watching 50 shades of grey, a naughty movie that you always wanted to watch but never had the courage to. But thankfully Curtis had bullied you into it.

As the movie was getting more sexual, Curtis's hands began moving. You felt his big hand at the bottom of the flannel you were wearing and you felt tingles almost like you were anticipating something but you disregarded it and watched the movie. When suddenly he unbuttoned the bottom button. And then the next. Yet you didn't stop him. You didn't even stop him when his arm was across the valley of your breasts and his hand was unbuttoning the last button.

When he did the flannel fell open and you snuggled against Curtis, pushing your ass against his rock hard erection. He was in fucking heaven. He bet you had no idea that you were horny, and he honestly didn't give a fuck. You were his. And he was gonna fuck you. Tonight.

As you turned your attention back to the movie, Curtis shifted and began kissing your neck while his hand slowly went from your chest to your breast. He groped your tit groaning before he began playing with your nipple until it pebbled. All the while you were letting out weak little moans.

Curtis pushed your shoulder so you were laying with your back flat on the bed when he climbed on top of you and kissed you, still rubbing your tough peak. When he pulled away he leaned down to your forgotten breast and kissed it before he took your other nipple into his mouth suckling it and swirling his tongue around it until it peaked.

You were in heaven whatever you just felt was magical, and you were getting lost in the pleasure. You were so caught up in Curtis fondling your tits you didn't even notice him stripping your panties off. You gasped when you felt something wet lick you down there. When you peaked you saw Curtis looking at you hungrily with his face between you legs. Before you could even question him, he took your clit into his mouth and licked and sucked. You bucked up into his mouth.

All the while one of his hands was lazily playing with your nipple and the other had 2 fingers in your tight virgin cunt. He added another finger, stretching you when he felt you shaking and your liquid coating his tongue and finger.

While you were coming down from your peak you were heedless to see Curtis pulling his cock out of his boxers. If you did you would have said no purely due to the sheer size of him. He was thick and long all decorated with a pair of heavy balls and dark hair.

He moved the head of his cock up and down your slit. Bumping it against your clit and hissing at how you jerked from your sensitivity. He leaned down and kissed your cheek before he muffled the scream from you lips with his hand. He pushed his whole cock in you. Groaning at how tight you were and how well you hugged his cock. He stayed there with his head against your forehead and his cock kissing your cervix. He wiped your tears as he waited for you to adjust.

"This cunt is mine now baby bear. It's fucking mine. So goddam perfect. It's gonna feel good baby, and then you're gonna want my cock all the time suga'. You're gonna want daddies cock all the time."

At his words he felt you get wetter and he knew it was time. He slowly pulled out leaving the tip of his cock in and then pushed back in. Then he began setting a good pace thrusting into you and removing his hand from your mouth to hear your precious little moans.

"Such a good little baby huh? Taking my cock so good. Your little baby pussy is so fucking good that daddy just has to cum in it. You want that huh? You want daddy to mark your baby cunt with his cum yeah? Ofcourse you do, because daddy says so."

All those words were going over you head and all you could do was moan and babble about how stuffed you felt and that you were close.

Curtis could feel you were close and decided to push you by putting his fingers on your clit and circling it until he felt you start to tighten. He groaned as he felt you coat his cock and pubes with your cum and started fucking you fast. When his thrusts stuttered he unloaded his cum in you.

"Did so good baby. So fucking good."

After that first time you really were addicted to his cock. So addicted that here you were, 2 years later. Straddling his 6'7 frame with his cum leaking out of you after riding him. With his help ofcourse.

You didn't even know how he saw you playing with yourself from your room. Only that one moment you were playing with your clit and the next Curtis was slapping it and telling you off for playing with his cunt without his permission.

But despite how he knew what you were doing all the time you were happy. Curtis had recently bought a house for you and him but he said the catch was that if you wanted to live with him, you had to be his wife. And how could you refuse that. He was your protector and your big bear after all.

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Red Pill || Lloyd Hansen x wocReader

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Her Favor || Jake Jensen x wocreader

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Prism || Robert Pronge x wocreader

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Lie in Wait || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Hardwired || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

> Primal Functions

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From Simmer to Score || Curtis Everett x Reader

Crossing into Midnight || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Good Taste (drabble) || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

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Aqua Evolution || Ransom Drysdale x wocReader

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Lumberjack!Curtis! It’s a small town, made smaller by the fact that you’d grown up there, you know everyone—including Curtis. He’s a transplant, but the other locals like him well enough, even your brother, and he doesn’t normally take to outsiders. But you—you’re the only one he trusts enough to mind things while he’s gone, visiting family, he says. And who could resist staying in the handsome town loner’s home, watering his plants?

Certainly not you.

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Title: CROSSING INTO MIDNIGHT

Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Content warnings: soft!dark, implied dub-con, implied kidnapping

“Do you want a ride to Everett’s house?”

“No, I’ll walk.” You loved walking when the summer sun floated close to the horizon these August evenings.

“Try to help straighten things up around his place. Shift manager has been running us ragged at the yard.”

“I will,” you promised. “You get home and relax. I’ll see you for breakfast tomorrow.” 

Your brother fixed his cap over his hair. “Alright. Don’t dawdle.”

You hummed in response, accepting his quick peck to your crown on his way out of your apartment. 

One more lookover of your backpack full of essentials, and you were all set to head out.

You welcomed the weekend by breathing in the warm air, admiring your neighbors’ floral beds as you strolled along on your way. The cherry trees that lined your block delighted your sight with bright red fruit complimenting the verdant branches that you loved about the season. 

You looked forward to your week house-sitting for Curtis. You sympathized with him, having to mediate his family’s conflicts so that he couldn’t even take a break after the long work hours at the lumber yard. 

But you couldn’t help the lightness filling your stomach, anticipating your solitude in his little house. 

When Curtis moved to town and claimed the run-down house, folks raised their brows at his polite but clear resistance to assistance with the renovation. The renovation hadn’t been flashy, no accent colors, no grand additional wings. People assumed he had too much pride to admit he wanted help and had given up with minimal updates to the house. 

But you adored the changes Curtis had made. You liked the way his home felt nested into the hill. He had established a garden in the back, much to your pleasure, he actually accepted as much of your help in scaping the garden as you had time to offer. 

Being a renter yourself, there was something beautiful and freeing to you about waking up to a quiet home without neighbors making noises through shared walls; stepping out onto a private garden with a cup of coffee and not worrying that you were hogging your apartment’s public green spaces.

Using the spare key Curtis gave you, you let yourself in and sighed, smiling at the houseplants you were in charge of this week. There were the reliable, hardy plants set on the floor that you danced around; the juicy succulents that lined kitchen windowsills; various leafy ornaments, and your favorite jade plant in the center of the dining table. You smiled, seeing Curtis had traded out the jade’s plain white pot for a bright yellow ceramic planter.

You knew it was silly, that Curtis had not planned his home around your preferences. That’s why lately, you felt sharply embarrassed when you ran into him around town. Because not only did you like to relax here – lately, you found yourself playing house. It was harmless, and ridiculous, and you wouldn’t ever give away to Curtis the effect he had on you, how you had developed a crush and sometimes dreamed, only in the stillness of a setting sun, dreamed that you belonged in this little haven he had created, with him. 

This very evening, perhaps no more than one hour after you fell asleep, your eyes opened. In the guest bedroom, you felt nearly suffocated, hot all over. 

After collecting yourself, you groaned. Images from your subconscious clung like frayed threads to the backs of your eyes, shadows of lust and domination -- and the prominent alluring figure of Curtis featuring so strongly in your dreams. Where had that come from? 

Your crush on Curtis had manifested mercilessly in your dream. Panting, you closed your thighs tight, embarrassed even alone, with the burning touches that your mind had conjured this night. It was only your mind playing tricks, yet you could still feel it, the Curtis from your dream pressing you into the bed, your flesh bitten by a remnant heat, as though the man of your dreams had truly touched you.

Flipping the cover aside, you grabbed a long cardigan and descended the stairs. Using the moonlight, you stepped through the back door. The cool air calmed you, assured you. Yes, what harm was there in a dream?

Squeaking and scurrying noises out in the garden had you hurrying to your feet. 

Scoffing at yourself for getting startled, you turned on the porch light and strolled forward. You noticed upturned earth where you had convinced Curtis to plant some peony bulbs. They were itty, still just young saplings with velvety leaves.  But there was fresh earth in that corner, where peonies were to bloom. You had heard a few people around talk about getting an exterminator for moles. This far out on the edge of town, you wouldn’t be surprised if deer and foxes tried to take advantage of Curtis’ hard work.

With a frown, you crouched and inspected the piles of dirt and decided to go grab a hand shovel abandoned in the garden bed. Using the blade, you tidied up the little patch, patted down the earth, craned your neck to see if you had missed any damage done by wild animals. There. Just behind one of the saplings that had pierced out of the earth, you noticed a dip. The pointed end of the shovel was prodded into the hole, warily, like a mole might leap out at you. Nothing of the sort occurred, and thus, you kept poking just to make sure, before finding a pocket of air underneath the top layer of dirt and grass. 

Sighing, you carefully dug away next to the young plants until a strange color presented itself to you - a color too light to be associated with natural under-earth – an appendage, human-like. 

You shot straight up with faltering, backward steps. It couldn’t be. You couldn’t have found something so abominable, something that defiled the young life of your favorite flowers inside this quiet, sweet idyll where your friend had built his home.

Behind you, you heard a deep sigh. Over your shoulder, Curtis watched you. Cool flames glinted from his eyes, dark brows shading them. 

“Curious little thing you are. It doesn’t surprise me.”

“W-what?” A full body chill wracked you under his attention. “Curtis, what is…”

“It’s only a goblin. They burrow when things are quiet around here.”

Goblin? Around here? As if HERE wasn't your home town...

It was a buried…thing. A small person-like goblin thing that you had seen in the dirt. Your palms pressed to your eyes to erase the image, so wrong.

“Don’t be scared, please.”

Peeking through your fingers, you gasped to find yourself suddenly in the kitchen. Curtis stood across from you, opposite the round dining table. 

“Nothing here will hurt you.”

You shook your head. Again, you heard him referring to HERE as if you had been...transported...

“Why would you say that? Unless…” Your voice, scared, fragile, trailed off.

Unless, without him, something here could hurt you.

Glancing down, you clocked the jade plant. Its pot glowed white, no longer the brilliant yellow you had seen earlier. No longer quite alive.

This was wrong. Transporting from the garden to the kitchen. Fairytale creatures resting in the garden. The house plants you knew tinged with new indigo shades. Something wasn’t right, off kilter, as if you hadn’t actually woken up.

Your name whispered upon his lips threw you into flight mode.

You forced yourself through the front door, footsteps propelled forward onto what was, not sheared grass, but crisp snow that your feet

sank 

into.

Air stuttered from your lungs. Before you, the lawn, the road, everything had been replaced with only snow. You felt no cold except your nervous system raised goose flesh on your skin.

Blinking against a grey sky, the vast and empty wintry land remained firmly before you. Your hometown, all of it, had vanished.

“Come back inside.”

Spinning on your feet, your face crumpled in fear.

Curtis stood on the threshold. A long dark jacket hung over his frame now, no, a cloak. Regal, like he was wearing the night. 

He entreated you softly, his hand hovered in the air. “Come inside with me, and you will have your dream back.”

You looked over your shoulder. The hallucination, the vision of an empty landscape was still there, no longer your home. With no options, you met Curtis’ gaze and accepted his hand.

As he closed the door, you asked in your small voice, “Curtis? What are you?”

“A keeper of the realm of sleep.” His large hand skimmed the line of your shoulder, up your neck, a reverent almost-touch. “And I wanted to give you what you dreamed of. I wanted to give all of myself to you. And have all of you to myself.” 

That hand cupped your cheek. Your heart beat faster. Something deep inside you understood that you were never returning home. You understood that you were his now.

“Why?”

“Because,” he murmured, and you couldn’t resist lifting your face when he stepped even closer, catching his eyes hooded with yearning, “you are my dream.” 

His cloak enclosed you, veiled you head to toe in endless silken layers of a summer eve, and all you could feel was his embrace and the first touch of his lips on yours. You sank into his touch, burning together with Curtis like two stars in the deepest night sky. Burning, and falling, into that realm of midnight.

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