#dark!Chase Collins x reader

[theinheriteddutchess]

Nobody Else

Chapter 1

Pairing: Chase Collins x reader

Summary: After years apart, your best friend comes back into your life and you two pick up like no time has passed. Still close as ever. Perhaps a little too close. You're not worried though, you trust him completely, and you know you're the only one who he cares about. Maybe a little too much.

Word count: 4081

Warnings: Non-con, murder, codependency, obsession, gaslighting, manipulation, abuse of powers, child abuse (mentioned), virginity loss, possessiveness, panic disorder, childhood friends, social anxiety, best friends, angst, comfort, abuse of magic, loss of parent(s)

minors dni, 18+, you know the deal

Notes: ok we are setting the mood. Let me know if you enjoyed it💕

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You let your hands brush over the soft grass. It's soothing. It's something you do to calm you down. You always have. Ever since your old friend showed you to, when you were upset and couldn't focus on anything but your panic festering inside of you.

Back then your worries consisted of cleaning your room correctly, or not making your teachers angry. Or if your father would come home angry or drunk.

Right now you had other worries. You had never really fitted in here. The old town of Ipswich was, well, old. Old houses, old schools and old traditions you hadn’t grown up with. The people eyed you wearily when you and your mother had moved in.

‘Where's the father?’ they would whisper. ‘Where do they come from?’

Once they learned he was dead, they mellowed. Oh course, your mother didn't want to stay in the place that held so much grief, they said. Poor child, growing up without a father. They didn't know you were relieved he had died. How the cuts and bruises healed on your and your mother's skin. How the mind eased and wasn't alert every moment of the day.

But never completely settled.

You adapted slowly. The house was cozy and you and your mother kept the garden neat. And the town was interesting. In its history, that is. Because everyday life was repetitive. You went to school, your mother started tutoring as a job. You did your homework and shared cooking and cleaning duties with your mom. You tried making friends, but it was like those kids sensed your insecurities, and kept at a distance. There wasn't an outright display of picking on you - maybe it was the knowledge you'd lost a parent that prevented it - but you weren't invited in either.

It was okay when you were young. Preferring to hide in your books and your jigsaw puzzles. But now, as you grew older, it became lonely. And it was less easier to hide it too.

You hadn't just grown in age, but in looks as well and some boys around you started to notice. So it was that one day, after class, one of them approached you when you exited school.

You didn't notice him straight away, too lost in thought about your history assignment due the next week, so when a body appeared in your path, you stopped walking, startled out of your musings.

“Hey y/n,” he started, and you owlishly glanced up.

“Hi..,” you mumbled, a bit confused why he talked to you. He was one of the popular ones.

“So, we have a little party Saturday, and I was wondering if you wanted to come hang out.”

“Hang out.” What was that supposed to mean? “Oh, I'm-,” you struggled with a reply. “I'm not sure…”

“Oh come on. I've never seen you at any parties. You're allowed, right? What are you, about 21 now? Don't need any permission from your parents anymore.”

“No, that's not it.” You were quick to say. Honestly, you didn't know what your mom would think about it. She'd be glad you started making friends. But a boy… You thought she might be a little worried.

“So you'll come then?” he pushed further.

“I don't know,” you hesitated. You wouldn't know anyone there. Not personally anyway.

“Come on, it'll be fun. I can come pick you up if you want?”

“No!” You were quick to shoot that down. You weren't stupid. If you did, you'd be dependent on him. You couldn't just leave if you wanted. No, if you went, you wanted to get there by yourself. Maybe you could borrow your mom's car. If you could convince her.

“I'd rather get there myself.” you'd told him. Then, when you saw his satisfied smile, you realized it seemed like an acceptance. And why not? It was true. You'd never been to a party. And you were an adult.

“Ok.” you tried not to sigh. “Where is it, and how late?”

He wrote down the information in your notebook so you wouldn't forget. You were probably the only person to not know the spot. You walked home, head full of thoughts. What were you going to wear? And what were you even going to do once you were there? But first, convince your mother to let you borrow her car.

She was home much later than you, and by the time she arrived, you had already done most of your homework, and got dinner ready. Giving you a kiss, she gratefully sat down at the diner table.

“I swear, that Pogue boy is getting dumber by the day. I'm running out of ways to try and teach him, because he's just not getting it,” she grumbled, while plating a big portion of food. She probably forgot to eat lunch again.

“Mom, you can't say that…” you scolded.

“Why not? His parents are paying me a small fortune and only because they realize he needs all the time and effort I can put into him.”

You shrugged. You felt sorry for him, you know what it was like struggling keeping your grades up. You had for years too. Maybe Pogue had difficult parents as well?

“I made banana pie for dessert,” you tried to distract her.

“Oh lovely, I'm going to eat a quarter of that,” she joked.

During dessert you pondered how to bring up the party, but decided to jump straight to it.

“Mom? I was invited to a party today.”

“Oh?”

You nodded, focusing on your sugary goodness. “I was thinking of going. It might introduce me to some people.”

She was staring at you silently, you could feel it.

"Where is it?”

“Nearby the woods, I think. I was thinking I could borrow your car so I could leave if I don't like it, and I won't have to wait for anyone.”

She pursed her lips. “You can. Are you going to be careful?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, of course. I just thought it would be good, you know? Be around people, see if anyone could…” you shrugged, be my friend, you had wanted to say.

She seemed to understand, because her expression softened. “Yes, of course sweetie. I'll make sure the tank is filled up.”

“Thanks mom,” you happily said, taking a big bite of the pie in front of you, while you saw your mother pulling the pie dish towards herself to scoop up another portion, winking at you cheekily.

-

By the time the party, or bonfire as the school buzzed about, arrived, you were a nervous wreck.

“You look fine,” your mother assured you.

You checked your appearance in the mirror again. “Are you sure? What if I stand out? Some of the girls kind of dress…more…well more.” You waved your hands around nervously.

“Everyone has a different dress style,” your mother said. “Why compare yourself?”

“Because I don't want them to make fun of me.”

“If they do, just go home,” she told you.

But you knew she was worried about you too. You'd never shown a need to hang around other people. Not that she knew about, anyway. You didn't always let her know everything you felt inside, even if you were close, you didn't want her to worry about you. You just didn't want to be alone your whole life.

You sighed. “Okay, it isn't going to be better than this.” And maybe this thing wasn't going to be something you enjoyed anyway. And if there was a new party after this, you could always dress up more. Maybe go shopping for it.

There had been this cute dress in one of the shop windows that you thought might suit you. Maybe it was fine to take a risk once in a while? By the time you arrived, the party had already started. It was a lot more crowded than you expected. For a moment you sat frozen in your car.

A weird feeling came over you, but you shook it off. You often had that feeling coming over you throughout the years. A weird pressure that wasn't painful per se, but not pleasant either.

It made you alert.

You figured it was your mind playing games with you because of past trauma. It wasn't weird being on edge sometimes. And right now, you were going to face what seemed to be half of the school, and were going to socialize. Willingly.

You took a deep breath and opened the car door.

There you go, another step in the right direction. You had barely entered the inner area, when Aaron popped up next to you, so sudden, he startled you.

“You came? Good. Here.” He shoved a cup in your hand with an unknown liquid. “I'll go get another.” He eyed you, very unsubtly. “You look nice,” he complimented you.

You touched your hair nervously. “Eh, yeah thanks. This is…” you gestured to the surroundings.”...Nice.”

“Yeah it's awesome. We've been coming here for years. We can basically do what we want.”

That sounded not as good as he meant it, probably. “Okay.”

“You're not going to drink?” He asked, eyeing your cup.

You looked at it. “Oh, I'm not thirsty yet.”

He thought you were weird, you were sure you saw that in his expressions. “Okay, well, if you don't want it…” he ripped it out of your hands and chucked it down unceremoniously. “Just tell me if you need anything.”

“Okay, yeah, sure,” you nodded. The fire, the loud music, all the people talking, it was a little much. And that weird prickling sensation, keeping you anxious… You hoped you weren’t going to have a panic attack right here.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to some people.” Aaron practically shoved you forward. you didn’t know if you liked him. And his friends weren’t much different than him. Now you talked to them, they were exactly how you thought they were, loud, rude and kind of mean.

After a few minutes you excused yourself, pretending you saw someone you wanted to greet. A lie you allowed yourself in these desperate times. You just made sure to go somewhere Aaron and his buddies wouldn’t easily spot you.

You needed to breathe, and all those strangers felt like they were invading your space, bumping into you, yelling next to you, and once in a while the occasional unwanted touch. You walked nearer the trees. Leaning against one of them, you closed your eyes and breathed steadily.

There had been the sight of Sarah somewhere, you sometimes partnered up with her in biology. She’d been nice. Maybe, once you had some quiet, you could try and talk to her? Maybe she wouldn’t mind? Maybe she’d be nice and wanted to talk to you and this party wouldn’t be a disaster. You’d be a normal person, doing normal things.

“Y/n?” a voice startled you.

Your eyes flew open. In front of you stood another young man. Pouty lips, brown hair and blue eyes. He looked familiar, but for a moment you couldn’t place it, you simply hadn’t expected to run into someone you knew.

Your eyes just looked at him, while his bored into yours.

“Chase?” your voice sounded thin, a little unsure.

A grin appeared around his mouth. “For a second I believed you wouldn't remember me.”

“How could I not?”

What a foolish thing to say, not remembering him? The only person who had been kind to you when you were young. Who had helped you when you were afraid. Who soothed you when you were in pain and upset. Who played with you. Taught you.

“It’s been a while,” he replied.

“Yes,” you simply said. It had, about 10 years.You were so young then. He still had a bit of baby fat in his face, but he had definitely grown up. He would be considered attractive now, you assumed. Not that he’d ever been ugly in your eyes. He had been your best friend. To you he had been the greatest person alive then.

“I tried looking for you, but it seemed you disappeared out of nowhere.”

“I- yeah…” you boke the eye contact to look in the distance. “Mom wanted a fresh start. Changed our last names. Changed towns.” You shrugged.

“Yeah, I figured. So did I, Changed my towns, I mean. It’s easier, you know. I don’t want to be reminded of mom and dad all the time,” He mumbled sadly.

You frowned, confused. When he noticed, he was quick to explain. “They died, car crash. Everyone died instantly, but me.”

You gasped, and before you knew it, you laid a hand on his arm. “Chase…I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, well,” he acted nonchalantly.”Guess we’re both orphans now.”

“Well, no, my mom,” you awkwardly replied.

“Oh, yeah, right, your mom,” he said, but there was a weird tone in his voice. You expected it might be grief.

He stepped closer to you. You didn’t mind, it sheltered you even more from the noisy crowd. 

“How have you been?” he murmured, his eyes on you once again, staring into yours like he was trying to get the information through them.

You sniffed dismissively. “Been the same.”

“Yeah?” he spoke softly.

“Still the same loser.”

“Don’t say that,” he suddenly sounded firm, “You’re not. You never were.”

“Could ask anyone around that old town of oursl and they would agree.”

“Well, they’re fools,” he bit.

You shrugged, and looked away again. “How have you been?”

"Missing you.”

You felt yourself warming. He’d always been so blunt. Maybe that was the reason why you two had been friends. He always felt genuine to you. No need to wonder what he thought, if he only hung out with you out of pity. Chase didn’t do pity.

There had been this honesty between you, this openness. He had been your safe haven 

“What else?”

“Saw my dad. My real one. Gave me a shit ton of money, before he died.”

Your mouth pursed in exeterated appreciation. “Just in time to buy that fancy car you always wanted.”

He grinned “I did.”

You snorted. “Really? Show off.”

“You know me. I like showing off.”

“Still, I’m sorry about him dying too.”

“I’m not. He was a bastard. Only thing he could do for me. To give me what I’m owed.”

You knew it was his hurt talking. Ever since he found out he was adopted, he struggled with being unwanted. It was something you had been struggling with after you moved. There hadn’t been time to say goodbye. Just a note left at the neighbors to give to him. To explain.

It must’ve hurt him.

“I’m sorry I left,” you blurted, changing the conversation “I had no choice. If I had known we were going to leave, I would’ve told you sooner. I would’ve said goodbye."

His face darkened, but it could’ve been the flickering of the fire. 

“You had no choice,” he told you.

You shook your head slightly. “I don’t even think mom had made up her mind until the last minute. She just couldn’t stay there.”

His hand came up to push a piece of your hair back. “It wasn’t your fault.”

You were relieved he didn’t blame you. “So, now you’re rich, you must hang out with all the rich kids.” You tried to lighten the mood.

“Oh yeah, we all speed our cars on the highway and buy designer clothes every day.”

“Wear it once, throw it out?” you joked.

“What, you don't think I look good?” he pulled back so you could check him out.

You smiled. “You always look good.” Of course he did. How could the face of your best friend ever look bad?

He smirked and leaned in. “You look…” but he didn’t get to finish the sentence, because there was some yelling nearby and you pulled away to check out what the commotion was.

“Shit, they’re fighting!” you told Chase after peeking around the tree.

“Let ‘em,” Chase said, near your ear, but you were distracted.

“Should we do something?”

He sighed, and pushed himself away from you. “Or…we could leave and catch up.”

You bit your lip. It hadn’t been that long since you arrived, and you had planned to make some friends…on the other hand, you had Chase. Why did you need any friends, when you had him?

“Okay,” you nodded without too much trouble. “We could go get some ice cream.”

“Ice cream?” his eyebrow raised up comically.

“Yeah, like we used to?” you were a little giddy now. It felt like suddenly all the memories you’d had came to the surface and you basked in the feeling that reliving them gave you. “When I was sad, you took me for icecreams.”

“Well, are you sad now?” he questioned.

“No, of course not. But it will be nice to do something we used to do. Together.”

He eyed you and sighed. “Alright, how did you get here? With someone else? ‘Cause I’ve got my car.”

“No, I came alone. Just follow my car, alright?”

He nodded and you split up to get into your car, and waited until he had caught up to you. The whole trip back into the center of the town, where the shops were, you glanced into the rear mirror to check if he was really there behind you. It felt unbelievable he was here after all these years.

You finally pulled up in front of the tiny store. The owner always closed late, knowing there were hungry teenagers that wanted a snack in the evening and even at night. It was good for business after all. It took no time to walk up to the counter. You picked your favorites, while Chase bought one scoop of caramel.

“Still haven’t changed, sweet tooth” he pulled on your hair playfully.

“Says you, caramel is pretty sweet!” you accused.

“Not as sweet as you,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“Hey, by the way, how long have you been in town? I haven’t seen you before. Or have you only just arrived?” you asked, while bringing your spoon up to your mouth.

“Only recently, a few days.” he told you as he watched your motions like they were fascinating. You closed your eyes for a moment and moaned softly. 

“Gosh, this is amazing. Come on, taste,” you scooped some on the plastic spoon and held it in front of him. He immediately opened his mouth for a taste.

“Yeah, it’s good,” he agreed after swallowing.

“You want more?”

“Always.”

-

After that evening, things seemed to move up for you. Chase was back, you two were friends again and you weren’t alone anymore. Your headaches that appeared sometimes, hadn’t yet. The anxiety you experienced, laying dormant because Chase was near. His presence making you feel secure. Safe. Looked after.

Your mother had been slightly nervous with the thought of something from the past coming back, but at the same time being glad for you that you had your friend back. She remembered how he had been your confident, a safe haven.

Chase on his side seemed a bit chillier, though he tried to hide it, which you blamed on his hurt from you suddenly leaving. You were sure things would settle.

You spent every evening with him now. It hadn’t been a conscious decision, you just naturally fell into the pattern. He picked you up from home to go to school together, and he brought you back. You had lunch together and often he came by in the evening, or asked you to go somewhere. 

Chase made other friends easily and you understood. He was charming and smart. You noticed girls came flocking to him. Even Pogue’s girlfriend seemed enthralled with him.  You could not blame any of them. You, too, thought he was amazing. Difference was that you were strictly friends.

Sometimes you had lunch with him and his new friends. You opened up a bit, since they were nice and Chase was around to step in if he thought things were getting too much for you. 

One thing you weren't as comfortable about was Aaron, who hadn't given up on hanging out with you. After you disappeared without saying goodbye, he hadn't gotten the hint you weren't interested in becoming closer. He kept talking to you, and often tried to start a conversation when he found you alone to get you to agree to go to a party together. You said no. And made a bunch of excuses that you were busy, but he had not yet given up hope. 

“So, what's going on with you and Chase?” Sarah asked you one day when you were working on a project in the hall together. 

“What do you mean?” You answered, confused. 

“You know…” she pushed you playfully. “You two are very close.”

You were relieved. “Yes we are. We've been friends since we were young. I think since we were 6 or 7?”

“And nothing's ever happened?” She eyed you carefully. 

“No, what could happen?” You asked genuinely. 

“Oh, no, yeah okay. I just thought you two might have something going on, “ she backtracked. “But if you don't, I know Kate is very interested, so if you don't mind it…”

“Mind what?”

“Her, dating him. I honestly think she's ready to jump him,” she giggled.

“Oh,” you froze. “Isn't she with Pogue?”

“Nah, she broke up with him last week.”

That was fast. But what did you know? You never dated. “Oh,” you said again. 

“You sure you don't mind?” she asked softly again, watching you carefully. 

“I guess not, no?” You weren't sure if you sounded sure. Honestly, it would be weird to share him. You only just got him back. But you couldn't be selfish. If Kate liked him and he liked her…it was none of your business.

“Alright, I'll tell her.”

You were quiet afterwards, and hoped you covered it up well by pretending to be busy. You were a bit worried though, what if Chase forgot all about you? That nagging headache was back again suddenly, and all you wanted to do was lay down and take a nap. You felt exhausted.

You ran into Chase before you went home. He looked a little coolly at you, but he had his moods sometimes.

“Chase?” You suddenly said in the middle of the conversation. “Do you like Kate?”

His face almost didn't seem like the one you were used to, when he looked at you for a moment, like he was thinking.

“Hmm, well, she is hot.”

Well obviously, you had eyes too. “But you do like her?”

“Hmm maybe? I don't know.”

You giggled nervously. “How can you not know?”

“Maybe I need to check if I do.”

He was being weird, but you didn't understand why. “Check how?”

“Well maybe I should jump into bed with her and see if we're compatible.”

You paled with his crude words. “What? Chase, that's not…that's not very nice.”

He laughed. It sounded humorless. “Aw what's the matter, your innocent heart can't take it?” He calmed down, and suddenly sounded patronizing. “You’re not a virgin still, are you?”

You didn't know what to say. Suddenly you didn't want him to know the answer. 

“You are? Aren't you?” He cheered. “Well,” he said as he leaned down so his face was right in front of yours. “Some advice sweetheart, guys aren't too fond of virgins. At your age it looks a little…pathetic.”

It felt like he had slapped you in the face. You bit your lip trying not to cry, but you might have been doing a poor job. 

“I …” your voice croaked. ‘I gotta go. I've got a headache.”

“Oh, I know you do, “ he laughed softly. 

You looked up at him in confusion. 

“Take a nap. I'll see you tomorrow.”

-

You didn't sleep well that night at all. You just kept thinking of his cold eyes, and the way he spoke to you. You knew Chase could sometimes be a little uncaring to others, but never to you before. It hurt. 

It didn't get better when you arrived at school and saw him sitting next to Kate. Arm wrapped around her shoulder. His eyes connected with yours and then he leaned down to kiss her. You didn't get it. He seemed to smirk at you like he enjoyed upsetting you, but you didn't understand what you did wrong.

Part 2

[theinheriteddutchess]

Found this again, and did not reblog before? What? Read it twice. You're stories are always so good! Such talent

𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 || dark!Chase Collins x reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 ☾ it's been a long time coming, I'm coming back for you my friend; to where we'd hide as children, I'm coming back for you my friend...

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ☾ 2.6k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 ☾ smut (noncon), kinda yandere trope, stalking, forced breeding, discussions of free use kink, some pain kink, friends to enemies to lovers (reader and chase were childhood friends!)

"You should've known you couldn't hide from me forever," he growled into your ear.

But you did know that; you'd just thought you might be able to evade him a little bit longer.

After this many years of him hot on your trail, you thought you knew the cycle: you’d get almost comfortable in a new place with a new identity, he would get closer and closer until you could sense his magic, you would suddenly make yourself disappear to another small town with another fake name and backstory, repeat back from step one.

"You never stay in one place this long," he noticed, holding your back to his chest as you struggled to release yourself from his grip. "What made you wait to leave and start over this time, angel?"

He shook you a little when you didn't answer, making you roughly spit out, "I met someone."

"You met someone?" he repeated. "As in, you got a crush on some country bumpkin?"

"Not a crush," you hissed, "I love him."

You could feel Chase's seething rage in the air, his oppressive embrace tightening just a bit more. "And does he love you too?"

You nodded slowly.

"He could never love you as much as I do, angel," he whispered to you. "You know how I know I love you more? Because I've been chasing you all our lives, but once I take you away without a word, he won't even go looking for you."

You didn't want to believe that, but you did anyways; your heart sank and tears began to well as you understood that Chase was never going to let you live in peace.

"You're finally gonna be mine, pretty little witch— like you were meant to be."

You couldn’t kick hard enough to get his hand off your thigh, running up higher and higher under your dress until he found your sex, protected only by the impractical lacy underwear you’d unfortunately chosen today, and cupped it in his palm.

���It’s a shame you’re so much weaker than me,” he hummed, and you couldn’t tell if he meant physically or magically— but he was right either way, and you had no real plan to try to make him stop. You certainly weren’t going to debase yourself by asking him to stop, that was a waste of everyone’s time. But it was tempting to yelp out a ‘stop!’ when he slipped his hand into your panties.

His fingers clumsily explored under the fabric until he found your bud and pressed two fingers down hard onto it. You groaned and tried to move your hips away, but all you managed to do was press yourself back against the erection straining his jeans. He laughed when he heard your gasp, rocking his hips to rub himself on you for a moment through all the clothes in the way (which somehow did little to stop you from feeling the shape of him).

Only a moment later he was already slipping his fingers into your channel— two was too many to start, and you winced at the sudden stretch. "Fuck, what a wet little cunt. I knew you wanted this," he groaned, "and you're tight too— damn baby, were you saving yourself for me? You knew I had what you needed, didn't you?"

You swallowed between heaving breaths, refusing to answer, remembering the first time he said that— that he had what you needed. You were only kids, and he had explained how your magic and his were naturally compatible, and that he was sure you were meant to be together so you could unite two of the most ancient and powerful families in this world.

“Say it,” he demanded, “say you need me.”

“I hate you!” you spat, earning yourself a harsh spank between your legs as soon as he’d pulled his fingers out of you.

“Of course you wanna do this the hard way,” he frowned, “you always do.”

He tore through your clothes in an instant, stripping you roughly as you struggled and fought back sobs.

“Look at you,” he groaned as your shaking body was exposed to the cold evening air. It was getting colder by the minute as the sun continued to set; but it wasn’t quite cold enough to justify how hard your nipples were, erect such that it was incredibly easy for him to grab and pinch them with rough fingers, and so sensitive that you whined right away when he did it. “I can’t believe you’re still acting like you don’t like it, when your cunt’s all wet and your tits are just begging to be sucked on— you want me to suck on them, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer, but that didn’t matter. It was rhetorical for him.

“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait, ‘cause I have bigger plans for you tonight and frankly, angel, I just can’t wait anymore. Get on the fucking ground,” he sneered as he shoved you down— you tried to crawl away for just a second before he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you back, splaying you out on the cold ground and kneeling on your legs to keep you down. “God, I almost got sick of trying to find you, angel. But you didn’t think I would give up, did you?”

You shook your head fervently, your face heating with shame as he let out a hollow chuckle.

“You knew I’d always find you… soon you’ll understand why I needed to so badly,” he promised, yanking your hips up to put you on your knees.

At some point he’d opened his jeans, because you felt skin press against yours and it made you cry weakly again. You fought the urge, again, to beg him to stop; it would only make him worse, convince him he needed to teach you a lesson. Your submission now, as degrading as it was, would save yourself pain in the long run.

“Y’think it’ll fit, angel?” he wondered aloud as he rubbed his hard cock right over your entrance, teasing you with the intimidating thickness of it. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make it fit. Scream if you need to— nobody’s around to hear you anyways. Except me.”

He roughly shoved himself inside, only about halfway, but it was still sudden and forceful enough to make you whine hoarsely through your teeth. It stung, in more ways than one, and the stretch made it feel like he was opening a new path inside you.

“Fuck!” he groaned, tightening his grip on your hips. “How are you so fucking tight, angel?”

Even though your body was obviously reaching its limits, he moved his hips forward further again and again, giving you each inch at a time and laughing quietly at your groans of pain. Only when he was nearly finished did you cave and start to plead for mercy; only when you felt him reach the end of you and a sick pain twisted in your gut. “N-no, please,” you grunted, “it’s too deep…”

“Too deep?” he repeated with a snarl. “No, angel, it needs to be all the way inside you, as deep as I can go so I can breed you. And I haven’t even gotten it all in yet.”

“Fuck,” you sighed— ensuring that he was going to be as brutal as he could with the last inch. You choked on a gasp as he forced your body to give way to his intrusion. “O-oh god, I can’t— I can’t,” you panted, somehow sweating despite the cool night air sending chills right down to your bones.

“Yes you can, angel, you’re meant for it,” he promised, but as he hold your hips right against his, you instinctively jumped and tried to pull away. “Come on, arch your back— don’t run away from it, baby, you’re taking everything I give you tonight.”

He pressed down on your lower back to force it to arch the opposite way from how you wanted it to, forcing his tip to brush against the deepest parts of you. “Chase…” you heard yourself whimper between shuddering moans, struggling to process the onslaught of sensation he brought to your rapidly weakening body.

Only then did you understand what he was really doing. Along with claiming your body, he was draining your magic— no wonder you seemed more susceptible to pain, and lacking in your usual energy.

“No, Chase, please…” you breathed, almost struggling to keep your eyes open as you felt him take much more than his fair share.

Your body slumped down, only your hips held up by his hands but your chest, face, and arms lying limply on the floor of the forest. He sighed as he picked you up by your shoulders, holding you close to his chest and kissing your neck when it was exposed by your head falling limply back. “Shh,” he soothed softly, “you’re not going to need it anymore anyways. I’ll protect you.”

He started to rock his hips, holding you tight to make sure you took the full force of every thrust— and he was already starting to fuck you with the hunger of so many years, as if he was preparing to really punish you for staying away from him for so long.

You thought you might drift off to sleep— maybe you were dying, honestly, you couldn’t even tell anymore— but you were awakened when suddenly he yanked your head back by your hair, making you look up as you yelped.

“See that?” he pointed to the sky, darkening faster than ever as you felt his power stirring the air. “It’s a hunter’s moon tonight, angel. Do you know what that means?”

He didn’t wait for any response to answer his own question, speaking so close to your ear that violent chills crawled up your spine.

“It means the ritual will be even stronger.”

Once again, before you could ask what ritual he was referring to, he continued unprompted; but you started to suspect what he was about to say just based on the way his hand snaked down from your chest to the lower part of your stomach, pressing down so you could feel him inside with just that much more force.

“I’m going to give you my seed tonight,” he whispered. “Our child is going to be so powerful, their magic unparalleled— they’ll rule this place, I know it, I’ve seen visions of the future and they are glorious.”

You were too weak to even resist it, or try to deny him; you only cried harder, your head falling forward in defeat.

"C'mon baby, say 'thank you'," he instructed as he held your face up by your jaw, kissing tears away from your temples.

"Thank you," you choked, "for… for fucking me."

“And what else?”

“For giving me your seed,” you added.

“You want my baby in you, don’t you? You want to carry my little warlock inside you?” he cooed.

The thought of it made bile sting the back of your throat, but you swallowed it down and nodded uncomfortably.

“You’ll make such a pretty mommy,” he added with a smirk— you knew he was mocking you now. “It’s gonna turn me on so much seeing you with my kid in you, I won’t be able to control myself. But you’re gonna be such a good girl, aren’t you? You’re gonna let me fuck you whenever I want, gonna let me touch you however I want…”

You knew Chase very well by now— maybe better than you knew anyone else, certainly better than anybody else knew him— and you knew he was a power junkie. He needed to be stronger than someone to know who he was. Defeating you once wouldn’t be enough, and clearly he intended to claim you over and over if that’s what it took to feed his ego. You tried not to imagine life as his pet, but it was impossible with him speaking about it right in your ear: he was going to take you daily (at least) and remind you that you belonged to him, just because he could. He could keep you from fighting back with magic… but would he even need to?

“It won’t always hurt this much, either— you’re gonna get used to me, especially once you figure out how good I can make you feel. You’re gonna fucking beg me for it, angel,” he promised, reaching down with his hand to rub you between your legs again. It made your thighs quiver, trying to clench together to fight the sharp sensation on your sensitive bud, but he kept your body exactly how he wanted it and forced you to take the pressure until you couldn’t hold it down anymore.

“F-fuck,” you stammered, even though you’d been trying to stay quiet.

“There you go, angel,” he encouraged, “c’mon and squeeze me good, I’m so close to coming inside you and knocking you up, little witch.”

But it really didn’t matter what he told you to do, because you were well past the point of no return by now— nothing could’ve stopped you from coming then, and as white-hot sparks bubbled up inside you and lit up your vision behind closed eyelids, everything just became even more sensitive.

You heard your own pathetic sobs but couldn’t even believe it was you sounding like that, begging and babbling mindlessly as he fucked you mercilessly. Your toes were curling and your chest was heaving and you weren’t really sure if you were on your way to another one or if it was just the same orgasm growing longer and stronger.

Though it sounded much more distant than it really was, you heard Chase’s low moaning by your ear and knew he was close. But of course he couldn’t just come and get it over with— he needed to remind you of your place just one more time…

“Beg for it,” he demanded lowly against your ear, “beg for my come. Beg for my heir.”

“I-I… I want you to come inside me,” you slurred. "Get me pregnant, Chase, please!"

He nearly roared as he pushed deep inside you, filling you with every drop of his come. The rippling of your walls seemed to keep him going a bit longer, or maybe he just always came like that, but it felt abnormally long. You were so full that before he even pulled out there was come leaking out of you, dripping to the ground beneath you. "Angel…" he whispered reverently, slowly catching his breath.

Your eyes fluttered shut and warm tears crossed your cheeks, feeling especially hot with your face cold from the night air.

"We're going to go home now," he promised you with a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Remember the house where you visited me in the summers, how we built a fort of sticks and leaves in the forest just past the river?"

You nodded, barely; those happy memories felt so far out of reach now.

"Open your eyes, angel," he instructed gently, and when you did, you saw a fortress before you, and realized that though you were still in a forest, you weren't in the one you'd started the night in. "I figured we could do better than a fort of sticks. I built this for you, angel— for us. I'd say it's somewhere we can grow old together, but with magic as strong as mine, neither of us will age much. But our baby will grow up here… becoming more powerful every day."

He rubbed your arms and smiled against your neck.

"Finally mine," he whispered, clearly proud of himself as he admired your marked body and your broken spirit. "My angel."

[potatothots]

What Are You? Masterlist

What Are You?

"I'm whatever you want me to be."

An AU series of miniseries, one-shots, PWPs, drabbles, and more based on the Eldritch concept of “old gods” and a vague sprinkling of mythological creatures from around the world. 

Genre: Horror, Thriller

Rating: R+ overall (each will be rated individually) 

Pairings: multiple, check each work

Warnings: (each will be warned individually, but these are general) death, sex, humiliation, inaccurate versions of mythological[1] creatures, torture, loss of loved ones, loss of limbs, degradation, multiple bad -isms

Note - I'm not your guardian. You read what you want. I can't stop you. If you don't heed the warnings, too bad for you, not me. 

Characters: (I only write for some people. This will grow as I get inspiration for others)

All characters are 18+

Most of these are xReader/OC types - they have some details, but it's vague.

James "Bucky" Barnes (Winter Soldier)

"Autumn" (Teen) The Winter Soldier has found his match. She doesn't agree, but he is a very patient man. Mystical/magical elements. Warnings: death, blood, obsessive!winter soldier

Lee Bodecker

"Cherry Flavored Candy" (explicit) Lee loves candy. He loves cherry-flavored candy the best. He's also a depraved beast of a man. Magical/mystical/shapeshifting elements. Warnings: death (major and non-major characters), sex, humiliation, torture, blood, non-con, misogynism, sexism, bad backwards/hillbilly.” southern'' speech (I know how it sounds, I grew up with it, but it’s funny to write it)

Steve Rogers

"Beautiful Hands" (Teen) Steve finally makes a move on the beautiful girl from the art store. Warnings: loss of a loved one, allusions to sex, talk of blood (it’s a vampireish fic)

Chase Collins

Nick Fowler

"Curious" (Mature/Explicit for gore) Nick is curious about another man’s wife. Warnings: loss of a loved one, dead bodies, allusions to killing, allusions to sex, talk of blood (a lot), gore

...more?

[peaches1958]

Resharing the love

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒖

Like clockwork, continuous and inevitable, the fate of these Omegas was set the moment the a group of alphas came into their lives.

This AU is dark and 18+. Heed the warnings on each post. The fics are listed in chronological order.

𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 | mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader | AO3

When life seems to be finally back on track, a visit by a mob boss to your dainty town changes everything.

𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 | mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader | AO3

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

𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 | mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader | AO3

Nick takes the morning off for playtime.

𝒔𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 | mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader

Nick loses control.

𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 | mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader

Nick wants all of you. And he will do whatever it takes to claim your soul.

𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 / 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔

🕰️ Peace

🕰️ Is there a connection between Nick’s tattoo and the name of the AU?

🕰️ Would the other alphas go after puppy?

🕰️Background into Nick and the other alphas

🕰️ Thoughts on alpha Chase Collins

More is planned for this AU.

[sableseb]

To Be So Lonely

 Bucky Barnes x f!character

word count: 6.3k

warnings: smut, stalking, rough sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, f masturbation, very tiny mention of m masturbation, very tiny mention of breeding, anal, biting, size kink, oral f receiving, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, allusions to non consent

tags: @meetmeatyourworst​ @stucky-my-ship​ @greeneyedblondie44​ @harrysthiccthighss​ @sparksforkoo​ @bemine-bucky​ @thewritingdoll​ @buckysboobs​ @hallecarey1​ @la-cey​

a/n: This story is based off the anon ask, “So with it being spooky season and I love your writing. Can I request a don’t go into the woods with Bucky, or Lee. Like the woods are forbidden and the reader has always loved the woods” Now, I know Halloween has sadly passed, but, there’s always time for some nasty smut. Please, enjoy!  @bucky-soldat​​ always listens to my wild ideas and contributes many of her own to my fics, and this one is no exception. I wrote a Chase Collins fic similar to the forbidden woods trope if any would like to check it out! Find it here

It’s raining. The tiny drops pelt against her skin as she breathes in the crisp forest air. Nothing beats springtime. Even through the gray clouds everything shines a little brighter as flowers start to bloom and the creeks overflow with water. Running her toes along the moss that adorns the smooth rocks, she takes in the beautiful morning.

There’s a bit of a chill carried in by a breeze, the rain soaks through her cardigan and dress, feet bare with a chill as she stands at the edge of the creek bank. The forest floor is her home away from home. Nature carries this electrifying charge throughout her being and she craves that feeling every day. No matter the weather, she finds herself walking through the dense trees for hours a day for some sense of grounding.

It presents an escape from the world outside the tree line. You can’t find scenery like this in the small town. This is something you can only experience in the heart of the woods. But, her personal bubble pops each time she catches the broad figure assessing her in the brush. She can feel his gaze piercing into the back of her skull as she dances along the rocks. 

The town talks because they have nothing better to do in the middle of nowhere. They whisper rumors of a beast that lurks in the night. They swear they’ve seen its huge build and piercing eyes in the shadows. The community is even on a curfew all because of a stranger who decided to create a home here. 

 He’s on her land. Her home. Her safe haven. And instead of running like everyone else, she floats across the leaves and twigs without a care in the world. The man has been out here for a few days now. He seems to know her route and the times she visits the little stream of water. He always keeps his distance and she finds herself growing fascinated with him with each passing day. He’s a part of her domain now. 

His presence is comforting just as much as it is uneasy. She doesn't feel so alone anymore, but he makes her skin prickle. The locals aren’t lying about his size. He’s big. Always wearing dark colored henleys and jackets with jeans that outline the thickness of his legs with his hands stuffed deeply into the pockets. His hair is on the longer side, the right length to twist and pull however she’d please. She hasn't gotten a clear view of his face quite yet. But, she’s positive it’s beautifully rugged just like the rest of him. 

She doesn’t pay him any mind as she makes her way back to her cabin, picking the wild flowers that sprout along the winding path. He follows her, as if making sure she makes it there safely. She wishes he’d approach her. Maybe introduce himself and why he’s here in the first place. She won’t push him, he doesn’t seem like the approachable type, so she lets him do as he pleases. 

Turning around, she stares at the man who’s standing in the middle of the path. She knows what it’s like to be alone, to feel that deep ache when it’s night time. The quiet can be so deafening at times that the silence makes her head throb. She knows he feels these sensations too. It makes her heart twist because loneliness is something she doesn’t wish upon anyone.

She bends down slowly, gently placing the flowers she collected on the dirt path. She offers him a smile, not really knowing if he can see the gesture or not, before turning and walking through the tree line towards the cozy home that awaits her. She picked them for him to hopefully to show that he’s not alone, not anymore. It seems like everything she’s done lately has been for the stranger who graces the forest floor.

~~~

It gets hot in her bedroom easily. The cool air blowing in from her opened window hits the exposed skin from the crop top and panties she wears. The light of the full moon pours in, illuminating the room just enough to cast faint shadows along the floor and walls. She lays bed with a book in her hands, looking out into the vast wilderness that surrounds her dainty home.

There’s not a single cloud in the sky, just billions of twinkling stars painting the black with tiny specks of white. Every time she takes in her surroundings, her heart fills with wonderment and endearment. She could never fathom leaving her tiny town. Nature is where she’s meant to be.

In the silence of the night, a twig breaking catches her attention. It was loud enough to be heard over the frogs chirping. At first, she thinks it could be a deer. She keeps a feeder close by for them and they’re always known to come visit the backyard at random hours. That thought soon fades as she sees him. 

The light of the moon showcases a piece of his face while the rest of his body is covered in the darkness that settles over the town. Her emotions range from flattery to fear. Has he watched her in her home before? The forest was one thing, but this, this is more intimate. The man doesn’t move, doesn’t seem fazed at all by her sudden notice of him. 

Getting up from the bed, she goes to close the window. But before her hand can touch the glass, he steps out from the trees. She freezes, taking him in. His face is shrouded no longer. The full moon beats down across her lawn and she can slightly make out features she’s never noticed before. Like how perfect his nose is, how full his lips are beneath the scruff. This is as close as he’s been these past weeks. 

He shakes his head slightly. Butterflies erupt in the pit of her stomach. He doesn’t want glass separating his view from her…she’s never felt more wanted. How can this stranger elicit feelings of longing and appreciation from her when he’s never even spoken to her? This connection that flows between them is something she’s only experienced encased in the trees.

It’s an invisible bond. Something she can’t see or touch, but she can sure feel it. Just how she knows she belongs beneath the birds and between the flowers, she knows that there’s a place for her with the man that’s currently standing outside her window.

She leaves it open, turning to sit perched on the edge of the bed. They stare at each other, his presence sending a warmness throughout her body the longer his eyes linger. Her near nudity spurs her on as she decides to sit a little straighter, straining her chest against the tight fabric of her shirt. Her nipples ache as they harden to a point from the coolness of the room and the arousal that starts to take over.

She wants to tempt him with what he could have, wants him to lose his sense of self and just claim her. Maybe he’ll talk to her afterwards, tell her his name and story. She caresses her heavy breasts, pulling each nipple before groping them. The sweet pressure causes her eyes to grow weighty and a dull throb to form in each tit. 

His breath can be seen from the cold air as his chest heaves ever so subtly. She watches as he moves his hand to his groin, adjusting himself as he takes in her actions. Maybe it’s the lust, or maybe the bad lighting, but she swears his hand shines as he fondles himself in time with her own hands. 

She spreads her legs for his eyes, showcasing the damp spot that formed when she sat down. The bite of the air causes the stickiness to hold a coolness against her heated folds. Running a hand down her body, she slides her fingers beneath the elastic that’s pulled taut around her hips. They instantly find her clit and she begins to rub tiny circles around the slick nerves.

As she keeps twirling her wrist, her head falls back when the tingles start to take over. She pictures his wide shoulders separating her thighs as his lips wrap tightly around her clit, thick tongue dipping into her to fuck her clenching hole. Her legs begin to shake as she fully immerses herself into her fantasy, almost forgetting that the man she wants is right outside.

Taking her middle finger, she runs it up and down her wet slit. She imagines it’s his cock running through her folds, soaking his shaft before he sheaths himself inside her pussy. His hips would pound her relentlessly as he’d shove her face into the mattress. She’d struggle for air, but he wouldn’t care as he’d use her body to chase his climax. 

The knot is wound tight now. It’s so deep inside her that even the finger she has rapidly jerking inside herself can’t reach the place she needs to kiss with friction. She tilts her head to glance at the lurking figure ahead. The sight is unmistakable, even at a distance. He’s got his dick in hand, viciously pumping the shaft as he watches her.

Her climax hits her suddenly. It wracks her body so violently that she collapses onto the bed, back arching and cries escaping her throat before they float out into the silence of the night. Her thighs wrap around her arm as her finger rests inside her walls. She feels each pulse of her pussy as it flutters from the shock of her orgasm. 

She takes a moment to collect herself. Her skin is damp and the fabric between her legs is surely ruined as she feels her cum slide down to her ass. There’s no shame, no embarrassment. Just bliss as the utter euphoria starts to simmer. Raising up, she looks out the window once more. Only to find an empty backyard.

~~~

Bucky ran. He ran as far as he could because he fears his own mind. He doesn’t know where to go or how to ask for help. Everyone sees him as a monster, a killer, a ghost of a man. They’re right of course. The person that Hydra created inside of James Barnes can’t be trusted. 

He thought he made it deep enough in the forest to not be found, finding a tiny cabin above a creek that still has everything intact. It’s even furnished. Most likely a place for hunters, so he’ll have to be on the move again soon.

Bucky explores his surroundings daily. Gathering water and food, enjoying the freedom he can’t remember having. Then, one day while following the stream of water down the bank, he spotted something so ethereal that he could only stop and stare. He heard stories of fairies growing up. How their beauty is something complex, how they love the trees and mushrooms, how mischievous they could be when tempted.

Logically, he knew what he was witnessing was no more than a girl with her bare feet submerged in frigid water, collecting tiny rocks that lay beneath the rippling surface. But in his heart, he was watching a mythical being with supple flesh and shimmering hair enjoying the creek bed.

From that day on, he’s been studying her from afar. Bucky made sure to schedule his trek down the slope for every mid day so he gets to admire his fair girl in the spring sunlight. He became obsessed quickly. There’s an ever growing hunger within him. Something so primal, so debauched in the way he wants her. 

It became harder to not follow her to where she wanders off to. He knew she noticed him. She caught on pretty quickly to his piercing gaze trailing over her body each day. She fascinates him because she never runs away, never cowers from him. And that makes Bucky feel something he hasn’t felt in a long time. He feels welcomed.

And when she gave him flowers? He felt his chest clench because no one has been kind to him in ninety years. When he paid her a visit that night, he didn’t expect for her to pleasure that sweet cunt in front of his face, didn’t expect to pull himself out of his jeans and cum along the grass as he desperately rutted into his hand.

Bucky decides hiding from her is no longer an option. The urge to have her is too strong to leave idle now. She’s at her usual spot as he creeps up behind her. She stiffens. Hands grasping her flowing skirt tightly. She’s wearing her butterfly rain boots today. They’re his favorite. She’s the first to speak, a tightness seizing her voice. “What do you want?”

“I think you know by now, don’t you?”

She turns around, chest brushing his as he stares down at her. She’s gorgeous. He knew she was something else at a distance, but this close? She’s the epitome of pure beauty. Bright eyes searching his own face, he feels her attraction roll off her in waves as she takes him in. When her eyes meet the metal poking out from his jacket sleeve, they widen in recognition while her plump lips part in shock.

“You’re him. You’re the Win-”

Bucky grabs her by the throat, squeezing slightly to cut off the name that he despises. He didn’t mean to lose his control. Her pulse feels good beneath his palm as he brings her face to his, brushing his nose along her own. 

“Not anymore.” Or maybe he still is.

She doesn’t try to pull away from him. She only looks at him, trying to see what’s beneath the hardened exterior years of torture created. “Who are you now, then,” she whispers. Her breath ghosted over his lips with every syllable she spoke.

“I’m Bucky,” he strains.

“And who’s Bucky?”

He asks himself that more times than not. His mind is jumbled. Past and present collide during the day as nightmares take over at night . He struggles every single day with that question. He settles on telling her the only thing that’s ever been certain in his life.

“I’m a man who wants you.”

She takes in a sharper breath, eyes looking beyond him to avoid his look that rakes over her in utter desire. “Why so shy? You weren’t when you decided to finger fuck yourself while I watched now where you?”

She hesitantly meets his gaze as she shakes her head. Bucky removes his hand from her neck only to wrap his arm around her torso, pulling her tightly against him as his metal hand moves the stray hair from her face. “You’re innocent, yet so deranged.”

“How would you know,” she defies. There’s a slight shake in her tone that she tries to hide, but nothing gets past him. Not even the smell of her arousal that’s starting to trickle down her leg.

He chuckles as he leans down to her ear, hot air fanning the lobe as he tells her, “You’re gentle with the nature that surrounds you, gentle with people…and yet, you spread your legs for a stranger. You imagine him fucking you, maybe you even want him to take advantage of you, my little peri.”

Bucky pulls away from her pliant figure. He reaches a hand out to the girl who seems to be struggling with her mind and body. “I’ll show you why you should’ve ran as soon as you noticed me watching you.”

She stands a moment longer, worry etched onto her features and hands still burying themselves in the fabric of her skirt. Slowly, she places her hand in his. It’s so soft beneath his calloused palm. He knows the rest of her is just as smooth and inviting. The urge to just throw her on the wet ground and pour his seed into her is strong, but he wants his time with her naked form to last. 

As they walk in silence up the hill to the smoke that rises above the trees, he starts to wonder if she’d have denied him, would he have let her walk away? He doesn’t believe so. If it came to it, he’d have dragged her to the cabin by her hair. Her screaming and struggling would have been nothing new to him. His cock would lurch at each squeal and cry.

Bucky has to push that thought away, something sinister he thought he could contain making itself known the more he’s in her presence. The part of him that craves inflicting pain. The part that thrives off the fear and torment. He knows once he takes her, he’ll never let her leave him. And he begins to think that maybe she’d enjoy that as she lets him lead her deeper into the woods.

~~~

There’s an air of darkness that surrounds Bucky. She knows what he’s done in the past, his major hits that is. There’s plenty of assassinations she has no idea about that’s for sure.

She knows how he was brainwashed, manipulated, used. Of course there’d be damage to one’s psyche after enduring years of torment. He was right. She should’ve ran. But even after learning that the notorious Winter Soldier is the one she fantasies about, she can’t seem to stay away.

That pull is still there. Maybe even more prominent now that he’s unhinged. He could kill her in this cabin she stands in and nobody would know the truth of what happened.

Bucky needs help. He needs guidance and acceptance. He has to understand that he wasn’t the one behind the trigger. He’s been a captor of his mind for so long, he can’t seem to differentiate between his old self and the self that was morphed from scratch.

His painful attractiveness doesn’t help her moral compass anymore than his pain does. She knew he’d be stunning. Those blue eyes are tired and yet, they still hold a spark. His lips are so pink. She wonders if the tip of his cock is the same shade.

When he pulled her against his thick chest, his body swallowed hers. He’s huge and firm. She has to crane her neck up to look at him. She just wants to get lost in his body, have him hold her as she sleeps, hold her as he fucks her.

She’s drawn to the evil he holds and can’t seem to let go of, drawn to the idea that she can help him, even if it’s by letting him ravish her with no feelings other than the primal urge to just be buried in a warm cunt. Bucky’s overbearing presence makes her head foggy. She knows she’ll do anything for the hulking figure sitting at the wooden dining table. They’re alone no longer.

“Come here, peri.” 

His voice is like a magnet pulling her across the smooth floor. She ditched her boots at the door. Even through the thick wool of her socks she can feel the chill on the hardwood. The fire crackles in the living room making her already heated skin feel overwhelming. It’s like she’s smothering as Bucky’s heavy gaze bores into every inch of her.

“You wearing panties?”

Her breath hitches. Nodding her head, she replies, “Yes.”

His legs are spread, jeans straining around powerful thighs. His back is pressed against the chair. He’s relaxed, thoughtful. She fears the ideas running behind those blue eyes. “Take them off,” he demands. 

With slight hesitation, she reaches under her skirt for the cotton and pulls them down the length of her legs. As they hit the floor, Bucky reaches a hand out. A warmness takes over her cheeks as she places her underwear in his palm. She knows what he’ll find if he looks close enough. 

Rubbing the fabric between the pads of his fingers, a smirk takes over his face. It’s the first expression Bucky’s made since they’ve been together and it scares her just as much as it fascinates her. 

“What got you so wet, girl?”

She doesn’t answer. Just hangs her head and watches from beneath her lashes as he takes her panties and places the crotch to his nose, inhaling her scent with a moan. She can see his bulge grow more prominent and she feels the want for him growing inside her with each breath she takes, even with the embarrassment he seems to enjoy placing upon her.

“I bet you taste just as sweet as you smell…”

He’s lost in thought again, but it takes no time for a light bulb to go off as he stuffs her underwear inside his pocket. “Get on the table. All fours, ass facing me.” God, his voice. It’s deep in general, but this borders an animalistic tone now. She starts to wonder how long it’s been since he’s been with another person. 

She makes herself as comfortable as one can be on a dining table. The solid surface already has her knees aching, her palms leave streaks as her hands become heated. Bucky is still seated as he flips her skirt up past her hips, exposing her lower half completely for his eyes. She hears him grunt at the sight of both her pulsing holes.

Large palms spread her thighs apart. The metal cools her skin and she begins to wish he’d caress her body with that hand to give her some sort of relief from the overwhelming warmth that’s spread throughout her body. Her knees almost fall over the table's edges with how far apart he’s opened her. 

“Look at this pussy.”

He sounds as if he’s in a trance as he places his flesh fingers on her cunt to pull her lips apart. She hides her face in the wood while he rubs and prods her swollen pussy, leaving no place untouched. It’s almost too much. The shame, the utter eroticism of being so thoroughly examined, the gentle touches he leaves along her clit. 

“She’s prettier in person, peri.”

“Bucky, please.”

She feels his breath dangerously close to her weeping entrance and she’s becoming hysterical with a need so strong that she begins to fear her own mind because she knows, knows that she’ll do anything for Bucky Barnes. Especially if he’s giving her the prospect of having leg numbing orgasms.

“Since you’ve been so good and beg so beautifully, I’ll give you my tongue. Is that what you want? My mouth making you cum before you take my fat cock?”

“Yes! I want it so bad. Please, just- ah.”

He’s eating her out with haste, like this is something he’s been waiting for and will continue to live for. She’s a feast as she lays bared for him while he sits comfortably in the seat behind her. The sound of his spit and sucking rings out through the cabin, only to mix in with her cries. It’s toe curling pleasure as his tongue creates random patterns against her swollen bud before dipping it inside her. 

She humps his face, fucking herself on his tongue. But, Bucky doesn’t seem to want her moving much as he puts both hands on her ass to keep her in place. He’s making her take everything he has to offer. He nips at her labia before sucking it into his mouth. Bucky is a pleasure she’s never known. The man between her legs is making sure no part of her goes unlicked. 

He stretches her ass apart, pulling her pussy taut as he assaults her throbbing clit once more. Stars burst behind her eyelids as the whines got caught in her throat. The suction Bucky is giving her is fierce. It causes tingles to run throughout her shaking form. The wave of ecstasy is roaring with each suck and she knows that there’s going to be a pretty purple bruise on her sensitive nerves when he’s done with her.

Suddenly, a metal finger breaches her entrance. She lurches across the table, but Bucky drags her back to him with his free hand, making sure to hold her hips down at an angle where she’ll continue to present herself to him. 

“What’s wrong? Am I too much for you?”

“A little,” she admits as she grows accustomed to his firm digit. Bucky places kisses along her ass and mumbles into her flesh, “Good.”

One finger becomes two as he jerks them into her wet walls rapidly. He’s laying his cheek against her ass as he watches her cunt suck him in greedily. The scruff from his jaw creates a delicious burn on her soft skin. She’s dripping down his hand, making it shine in the low fire light. 

He doesn’t let up. She’s squirming as her climax keeps rising higher and higher. She feels so full and he’s not even stuck his dick in her. She’s hooked on him already and the fingers that twist and pump into her with a talented ferocity.  

“I’m gonna cum,” she cries out.

“Go ahead, baby. Soak this table.”

Her ears fill with white noise as her back begins to bow. Her whole body stops every tremble and shake, suddenly becoming stiff as Bucky’s cool fingers and harsh bites against her ass send her over the brink.

Relief floods her lower half as she lets go. Nobody has ever treated her pussy so fondly. But, Bucky not only treated it with such acute attention, he made it his. Her mind, her soul, her body screams for him and he knows this. She knows that he sees how utterly whipped she is for him.

Before she can sag against the table, Bucky flips her over with haste. He’s ripping her clothes from her body. Her cardigan, shirt, skirt all fall tattered and torn to the floor below. Her bra is next, leaving her fully naked and ready for whatever he’s about to inflict on her.

“God. Can’t believe you’ve kept all this hidden from me.” He comes to stand between her legs, gently running the pads of his fingers over her cheek and tracing her jaw before gripping it and pulling her against him. “Never again, understood? You’re mine, peri.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers through squished cheeks.

“Mmm. That’s fucking right.”

She watches as Bucky undoes his jeans, trying to hold back the drool that threatens to spill from her lips as he takes himself out. He’s thick, just like his body. With a scary length and bulbous tip that’s inflamed with an angry hue of red. He’s leaking, veins straining against the shaft as it seeks to be buried into something tight. Apprehension causes her chest to tighten.

“Bucky…I’ve never taken anyone that big.”

He runs himself through her folds, hissing at the contact of her smooth, wet flesh. He bumps her clit with each pass of his head which causes her to moan and suddenly forget why she’s so nervous in the first place.

“So, I get to stretch this tiny cunt out?”

He’s working her over with his cock so deliciously, she loses all sense of self. The only thing that’s clear in her mind is that she needs to be filled with him and now. “Yes. Make it fit, make it hurt. Just fuck me.”

Something about him being fully clothed while she’s baring her most intimate parts to his deep set eyes is demeaning. She’s being vulnerable, completely open to the cabin air and to Bucky’s towering frame. All while he keeps himself hidden behind his clothes. It’s not really fair. Not like she cares. Like she’ll ever care because this super soldier is pure beauty and strikes unbridled lust within her. 

He fills her up as he sinks himself balls deep into her warm heat. The air gets knocked from her. She can fill his tip against her cervix while his shaft stretches her walls out. Each ridge and bump rubs inside her just right as he starts to thrust. He sets a steady, strong rhythm that has her breasts bouncing and pitiful whines emitting from her throat. His thick tip is trying to pierce through her, trying to bury himself into her womb. It’s not the most pleasant feeling, but it has a knot twisting and tightening inside her none the less. It’s pleasure laced with pain. 

Bucky’s pounding into her hard, the table’s shaking under their weight from his manic thrusts. She tries to grip his bulging biceps for some sort of stability, but he takes her wrists in his hands. Pinning them above her head, he dips his head down to her ear. “You wanted this, honey. Now take it.”

More gasps fall from her lips as he sinks his teeth into her. He’s marking the length of her neck, laying a visible claim to her body. His bites and his cock has her eyes rolling back. This is a ferocious fuck. Something purely primal. It should scare her how unhinged he is with her, but it only makes her pussy drip with a nasty need only he can fulfill.

“I’m, fuck, I’m close. So, so close, Bucky.”

She’s tightening around him, squeezing him so hard that he can’t pull out. He can only rut into her with pointed thrusts. Just a few more hits to that spot inside her and she’ll crumble, shatter around his pulsing dick. She’s there, just a pump away before she cries out for him, before she falls into a sweet high. And then, he pulls out. 

Before she can protest, Bucky pulls her hips down to hang off the edge of the wooden top and brings her right leg to drape over his covered metal shoulder. He holds her thigh in place as he runs his cock through her folds. Her wetness has leaked down her ass, creating a smooth trail from her opening to her tight ring. 

He teases the head of his dick around her ass, applying pressure before coming up and tapping himself along her clit and folds. She’s a panting mess as she watches him coat his shaft in her slick. It drips down to his heavy balls as he works his fist over the hard flesh of his erection.

“You ever taken anything in your ass before, honey?”

Her stomach drops and her stolen climax is forgotten as his words register. She swallows, shaking her head timidly as she watches the look on his face grow darker. “You’re just too good to me, my pretty little peri,” he says as he lines himself up to the place that’s never been stretched.

She struggles a bit, trying to take her leg off his shoulder to scoot back. “I don’t think I can do this. You’re too big, it’s going to hurt, I-” Before she can escape, Bucky grabs her face, squeezing her cheeks together tightly to keep her from rambling.

Pulling her face towards his, he seethes, “I own you now. All of you.” He shakes her head as if he’s working the words through her skull. “Now, you can either lay here and let me pound this tight hole, or you can put up a fight and I still get to fuck it. Personally, I love the idea of you struggling.”

Her body is starting to ache at the odd angle he has her at, bent over so she meets his eyes with her leg caught between her own chest and his muscled torso. The fabric from his shirt is itching the back of her thigh and his fingers are starting to hurt her jaw. She needs to make this easy for herself and as painless as possible.

“I’ll be good for you.”

Bucky smiles and pecks her nose. “I know, baby.”

He lets her go, pushing her to her back once more. She can feel his tip at her entrance and ever so slowly, he pushes in. She cries out. He’s not even two inches in and she feels full. The stretch burns, but he slips in and out easily, feeding her more and more of his length each time before his hips fully flush against hers.

“Fuck, sucking me in so good. You look beautiful with an ass full of cock.”

She can feel his dick pulse against her walls as she tries to adjust. It’s uncomfortable as he begins to thrust. His eyes stay glued to where they’re connected, he sinks in so effortlessly. She’s breathless as a pressure she’s never felt before starts to build over the sting.

Bucky finds a pointed rhythm, fucking into her with intent. His balls slap against her flesh as he pushes himself deeper into her. He wraps his arm around her suspended leg, metal fingers finding her swollen clit. As he keeps his pace, he rubs her small bud fast with his hand. She arches up from the pleasure as wetness slings onto her thighs. The sound of her pussy meets with his skin slapping against hers, creating vulgar sounds throughout the cabin.

There’s a falling sensation in the pit of her stomach as her high approaches. Her pussy clenches around nothing as those cool digits dance across her sensitive nerves and that thick cock tears into her. She’s going to cum and it’s going to be life altering. She can feel it in the way her body shakes and her holes throb.

Bucky removes himself from her, smirking at the whine she lets out. He doesn’t let her go without cock for long. He spreads her lips with his thumb and forefinger. He slaps his dick on her pussy, making sure to catch her clit so she trembles for him before sinking into her cunt. He pumps into her for a few seconds before switching to her ass again.

Back and forth he goes, thrusting in each entrance, never lingering in one for long. It’s driving her to the brink of insanity. Her orgasm is right there and he’s not giving her the full effect of his shaft being buried deep inside her, filling her to the hilt in at least one of her holes.

“Please, Bucky. I need to cum. Need to feel your cum,” she pants.

“Where do you want me to fill you up?”

Both holes is the dream, but something is pulling at her core. Her cunt wants to be bred. She wants that cock to pierce through her cervix this time. “My pussy. Please, please fuck my pussy.”

He groans as he widens his stance a bit, placing both hands on her leg that’s still held up by his shoulder. He fills her up in one swift motion. He doesn’t hold back as he relentlessly fucks her against the table. Her breasts shake violently and her walls start to clench around him, a harsh throb prominent with her wet heat.

She can’t hold back. Her body seizes under Bucky’s hold as her vision blurs and screams get caught in her throat. This climax is different as it flows throughout her body. She feels water escape out of her swollen channel. She can hardly register the sloshing noises as Bucky chases his high, can hardly register his grunts and curses. Her body hangs limp and completely overworked as he continues to use her. 

His hips begin to falter, pressing himself inside her as far as he can go before warmness shoots out along her walls. It’s a cozy feeling as his cum soothes her abused cunt. When he finishes emptying himself, he pulls out to step back and admire his seed dripping from her glistening pussy. 

She can barely hold her head up as she takes him in. His hair sticks to his face, cheeks tinted pink, clothes disheveled and jeans soaked at the crotch. He’s gorgeous in the low fire light and all she wants to do is fall asleep in his arms. “Will you hold me,” she croaks.

The super soldier looks taken back, like he can’t believe after ruining her she still wants him. Of course she does. She wants all his ugly. But, she also wants a softer side and she hopes he has one somewhere. And as his eyes soften, as he moves to scoop her up in his arms and carry her to the bathroom, she believes Bucky Barnes still has some semblance of his old self. 

He places her upon the sink’s counter. He begins to run a bath, making sure to get the temperature just right before he takes his clothes off. This is the first time she’s seen him completely bare and she’s at a loss for words. He’s pure corded muscle. Scars mar the flesh along his shoulder where his robotic arm is placed. Hair litters his chest along with the speckle of freckles. He transcends beauty as he stands before her in his natural skin.

Bucky returns to her, picking her up and placing her into the rising water. Shivers run along her body as the warmness works its way into her aching muscles. He steps in behind her before sitting down and gently pulling her tired frame against his chest. She buries her face in his neck, quickly becoming sleepy as his hands run up and down her legs beneath the water.

“I know you’re a good man, Bucky.”

He stiffens beneath her, but relaxes as soon as her hand finds his chest. “You’re just attracted to danger is all,” he chuckles. It’s a pretty sound and she decides she loves his soft tone and jokes. She makes a mental note to try to get him to laugh around her.

“Maybe. But, what you’ve been through, what you’ve done. It was never your fault. Just want you to understand that.”

He doesn’t say anything as he becomes lost in his head. She doesn’t press him or elaborate further. Her eyes hang heavy with fatigue. The running water lulls her along with the thrum of Bucky’s heart. Darkness creeps up along her vision and before she falls into it, she feels his lips peck her temple. Hears him whisper the words, “My peri,” before falling asleep against his chest. 

The woods that the town fears gave her nature so lovely that it looks like it’s from a fairy tale. And now, it gave her a man who’s mind is plagued with horrid memories, who’s thirst for the human body is stronger than any other’s she’s met, and who’s eyes shine so bright that she sees the good he insists he doesn’t have. All her life she’s helped others in need and Bucky will be no different. 

She no longer feels invisible. She’s seen. She’s ready to share her woods with another. She’s ready to become one with someone other than mother nature.

[persephone-is-here-omg]

Incubus Chase Collins ? Is it possible?

She was a virgin, Chase knew it as soon as he laid eyes on her, and he loved that. It had been so long since he had came across a willing virgin, one that was just waiting for the right person to arrive. And, even when he would hardly count himself as a person, he knew he could be what she needed… Because there were few things Chase hated more than pretty little having bad first times. And he could smell it on her. When she turned around and her dress wirling on the top of her thighs that delicious scense traveled to him and when her eyes landed on him he could see the blood gathering on her cheeks. He smirked and walked over, staying always on her field of vision, the scary part of night would come later.

@dani- @dangerous

[theinheriteddutchess]

Anon, i feel your pain but a lot of the covenant stories got their downfall in one of the fanfiction purges. There's a few around but it will be mostly Chase Collins.

I personally like these, amongst others.

I spotted a few of the other characters, though. Good luck!

I watched the covenant for the first time last week and…it unlocked more white men for me to thirst over 🤧😭 if you or any of your followers know of any fics based off of the covenant please share them so I can feed my new obsession 🥹

Idk I feel like there are so few fics about that movie. I think I read one fic of Sebastian's character but I can't remember who wrote it

[theinheriteddutchess]

Nobody else

Pairing: Chase Collins x reader. (Mention of y\n but only sporadically)

Summary: After years apart, your best friend comes back into your life and you two pick up like no time has passed. Still close as ever. Perhaps a little too close. You're not worried though, you trust him completely, and you know you're the only one who he cares about. Maybe a little too much.

Word count: 27.000 and a bit

Warnings: Non-con, murder, co-dependency, obsession, gaslighting, manipulation, abuse of powers, child abuse (mentioned), virginity loss, possessiveness, panic disorder, childhood friends, social anxiety

Notes: it's been months... Or last year (my memory is crap) since I started this fic, and I honestly stalled it, because I had to edit over 25000 words and my brain went "nah-uh" but I did it, it's here. The story that I thought was going to be my first long story, until I started posting other stuff first. It will have 2 endings, because I thought about what would happen in which scenario, and why choose? Anyway. I love this Chase, he's wrong, he's sweet, he's disturbed, all wrapped in a pretty picture. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know if you liked it! 💕

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Ending 1

Ending 2

[mypoisonedvine]

Chase Collins discovers he has a half sister that is just as powerful as him. Perfect for creating the perfect powerful heir with

bruh.  B R U H.  HELL YES.  I made this mega dark because I just had to.  noncon breeding and incest, be very careful below guys!!

As if this whole situation weren’t disgusting and humiliating enough, he had to go ahead and bind you with ropes, each limb pulled tight to the edges of a pentagram, staring down at you like a predator toying with its prey.

“They were right not to tell me about you,” he admitted as he stripped himself of his clothes, “but they were idiots if they thought they could keep you hidden from me forever.  You’re going to make such a powerful heir for me, sister... and a pretty one, too, I bet.”

You bit down on the gag as he pushed his trousers down to reveal he was already hard and ready, the size of him rather intimidating (especially when paired with that darkness in his eyes).

He knelt down between your spread legs and gripped your hips, finding the angle he needed to press his swollen head against your entrance.  You thrashed as you tried to get away but it was obviously useless, his physical strength alone was enough to keep you pinned down, let alone the strength of the spells and wards he had on you to keep you all but paralyzed beneath him.

All at once, without much warning at all, he thrust into you with a groan and you choked on your scream.  It stung, it reached so deep that you felt a little nauseous, and yet you could feel the magic in the air and you knew he was right about the power of this... about the sanctity of this ritual.

“Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, shutting his eyes tightly for a moment as he stayed buried deep inside you.  When he opened his eyes again and looked down at you, a tear was already trailing down your temple from the pain.

Eagerly, he leaned down and licked it up, humming at the taste of your fear.  

“You really are innocent,” he breathed.  “You know, at first it was just about the powerful heir for me, but I’ve gotta be honest... I think I’m gonna really enjoy defiling you, pretty little sister.”

[sgt-seabass]

𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

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

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

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

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

"Hey, doll.”

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

Was this heaven?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, it felt good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I... but how?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Asshole.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It started to get much worse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mace.. help me..”

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

“Mace, alpha, please. Let me go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It will. Trust me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They’re not here for a social visit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is it so bad to just want to be happy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? She’s a stupid—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alpha. Don’t leave me, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was all you wanted now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After being starved and tortured, this was heaven.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not a pretty story, puppy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sam Wilson

A Long Day

Stucky

The Trade -Dragon!Steve x Chase Collins

The Price of Honor - Stucky Medieval AU

Bucky Barnes

Alcohol

Greedy

The Set Up

A Lifetime

Danger - Brock Rumlow, Bucky Barnes, Reader, Clint Barton

Perfectly, Incandescently

The Truth

The Bakery

The Thing About...

The Look

Three Story House

Steve Rogers

A Trim

Jealous

Wonderland

Exactly

The Ghost

The Right Size

Hopelessly

Accidentally - Steve x Reader x Bucky

See you

Curtis Everett

Interesting

Jake Jensen

Almost

The Nerd, The Idiot, & The Charmer

Stony

Easy

Henry Cavill Characters

His - Henry

Be Quiet - Syverson

Three Minutes - Syverson

The Supply Closet - Syverson

Chasing Pumpkin - Syverson x OC!Reader

Your Personal Incubus - Incubus!Walter

Cold Coffee - Walter Marshall

Books to Bread - Walter Marshall

In the Dark - Clark Kent

Wade Wilson

The Neighbor

Brock Rumlow

Danger - Brock Rumlow, Bucky Barnes, Reader, Clint Barton

Long Enough

Distracted

Save Her

Bullshit

Jerk

Pretty, Pretty

To Me

Heathen

FUBAR - Brock x OC!Reaper

On the Edge

Loki

The Cursed Fairy Tale - Loki x OFC!Princess Lila

YouTube

Playing With Fire - Loki, OFC!Ixhuecatl

A Whispered Prayer

The Temptation

The Visiting - Loki x OC!Julia

Open Arms

Tea Time

Thor

If They See

See Yourself

To Rise Above - Thor x OC!Amalia

Clint Barton

Too Close

Vulnerable

JOKER - DC

Done - Joker

Stranger Things

The Aftermath - Harringrove

Tell Me - Harringrove

Anywhere - Harringrove

Billy the Butcher

The Weapon's Dealer - Butcher x Reader

Modern Warfare

Just Once - Ghost x Reader

Pedro Pascal RPF

Preciosa Mia - Pedro x reader

Ethan Hawke RPF

Selfish - Ethan x Reader

Original Fiction

Troublesome - Lucian & Reine

I Hate You - Lucian x reader

The Vampire Lucian - Lucian

The Immortal - Lucian x immortalOC!Maximillian Dùghall

Weloden Paths - Demon!Alexi x OC!Dante

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What Are You

"I'm whatever you want me to be."

An AU series of miniseries, one-shots, PWPs, drabbles, and more based on the Lovecraftian concept of “old gods” and a vague sprinkling of mythological creatures from around the world.

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Bucky Barnes

"Porcelain Doll": a semidark!bucky x reader smut (explicit) where Bucky learns what it means to have a duel-edged kink. Warnings: Sex, obsessive!bucky, powered!reader (no explicit description given), choking kink, fear of choking kink. This is NOT a dub/noncon!

"Weapon": dark!bucky. Bucky knows what he is and what he’ll always be. Warnings: anger, dark bucky, the winter soldier, canon type violence, some racism (in passing)

"Ruminating": Bucky Barnes x Reader. Bucky can’t help but let obsessive thoughts run through his mind at night. His girl helps him out. Warnings: dark bucky, the winter soldier, sex, blow job (m receiving), bad thoughts, mentions of drug use, the reader has powers (vague in what they are), talk of death (winter soldier's handiwork)

"Alien Machinery (They Told Him To)": Bucky remembers Hydra's humiliating experiments. Warnings: noncon, masturbation, implied sex, implied noncon, voyeurism, humiliation

"Alien Machinery (Love Scripts from Metal Fingertips)": Pt. 2 to Alien Machinery Warnings: noncon, masturbation, implied sex, implied noncon, voyeurism, humiliation

"Good Morning": Hydra AU. Dark Winter Soldier x You. Hydra won. How did you sleep through that? Warnings: canon-level typical violence allusions, mentions of a hard on, non-con drugging

Part 2 to "Good Morning": a blurb for the upcoming larger part.

"Princess": for @charmed-asylum 's #promptthebreaks challenge 2022: Dark Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Reader. Challenge prompts are inside. Reader has a crush on Bucky. Bucky has a crush on reader. He decides to show her what she means to him during Halloween. Warnings: Sex, obsessive!bucky, noncon, blood, physical violence in a bad way

"Consciousness": Hydra AU. Consciousness is the first thing the Soldat’s brain registers. Not the cold hanging in the air, the darkness enveloping him, nor the silence only broken by far-off creaking. Warnings: canon-level typical violence, overly descriptive language

"Bitter Man": Dark Professor Bucky Barnes x Reader/you. You go to Professor Barnes in hopes of having him help you with your failing grade in his class. Warnings: Smut, Blow Jobs, mean bucky, dark bucky, dub-con, degrading language

"This Coffee is Gonna be Good": Bucky Barnes x Reader/You, Natasha x Reader/You (platonic). Bucky is a liar. You're tired of it. Fluff, no cheating or anything! It's too fargin' cute; I hate it. ;)

Bi-Han (Sub Zero from Mortal Kombat 1 - 2023)

"Tea Culture": Bi-Han x Reader. He sees everything you do.

"Untitled (for now)": Dark!Bi-Han x Virgin!Reader. Bi-Han takes what he wants. The Lin Kuei are always repaid.

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The Newcomers

Pairing: Chase Collins x Reader

Words: 2500+

Author's Note: Back at it again with simping over Seb characters! Fun fact- I started this a while ago and @thewxntersoldier has been reminding me that I have to finish it since he's her fave. 🥰🤣

You stand beside Sarah and Kate, hugging your arms as the chill of the wind brushes against your exposed skin. You listen as the brunette gives both you and the blonde a rundown of who's here.

"Who's that?" Sarah asks and points in the direction behind you. You follow her line of sight, seeing a brunette making his way through the sea of students with a grin on his lips.

"The new guy," Kate explains and your breath hitches in your throat when his eyes meet yours. You can feel your cheeks heat up when he gives you a small wave, lifting your own hand in return. "Ouh! Seems like you've caught someone's attention already."

Your cheeks blush more at Kate's teasing, her hand slapping your shoulder gently. You clear your throat and tear your gaze away from the guy, turning to face the girls once more. "Shut up," you chuckle softly while shaking your head, hugging yourself tighter as a shiver runs down your spine.

"Go talk to him!" Sarah encourages and you shake your head once more, glancing over your shoulder to see him walking around.

"I could never. Too shy," you chuckle softly while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yo, Caleb!" Someone yells, causing the three of you to look in the direction the voice came from.

You glance towards the two girls as the group of four walks closer to you, hearing Sarah ask who they are. "Sons of Ipswich," Kate answers as one of them says hi. You notice Sarah checking out Caleb, a smile coming to your lips and you nudge her arm slightly.

Kate greets her boyfriend with a kiss before the blonde's eyes meet the two of you. "Who do we have here?" He grins and Kate glances towards the two of you, her arms wrapped around his waist.

"This is Sarah and Y/N," she motions towards you, "Sarah's my new roommate and Y/N lives a couple of doors down." Kate rests her hand against the man's chest before introducing the group. "Sarah, Y/N, this is Pogue Parry, Tyler Simms, Reid-"

"Garwin," the short-haired blonde cuts the girl off, pushing his way through his friends to hold out his hand. "Reid Garwin. Good evening."

You chew on the inside of your cheek as the blonde's eyes never meet yours, his gaze staying on Sarah as he goes to shake her hand. "Good evening," Sarah tells him and Reid proceeds to inform her that his grandmother has the same name as her, causing you to snort.

Pogue and Tyler's eyes dance towards you with amused looks on their faces as you press your lips together, moving your gaze back to the bonfire.

"Caleb Danvers," the dark-haired and brown-eyed man introduces himself, telling Sarah that she doesn't bring his grandmother to mind in any sort of way.

The two look each other in the eyes for a few seconds before a woman's voice speaks. "Hey, Caleb," the one known as Kira greets with a grin on her lips, stepping in between him and Sarah.

You roll your eyes at the girl's behavior, already figuring out that she's kind of a bitch. You zone out of the conversation as you wish you brought a stupid coat to this party. 

"Excuse me?!" A high-pitched voice calls out and you snap out of your thoughts, seeing Kira standing in front of you. "I'm talking to you."

Your brows furrow and glance towards Sarah for a few seconds. "Okay? What did you say?" You ask her and the girl scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"How is it that both of you got into Spencer? Fuckin' airheads," she rolls her eyes.

"Okay, Kira, why don't you give it a rest?" Caleb asks, causing the brunette to turn and face him when Aaron shows up.

"Why don't you give it a rest?" He repeats, standing a couple of inches from Caleb.

What is happening right now? You think to yourself as Aaron and Caleb get into a little argument. The jock pushes the mysterious brunette, causing Caleb to stumble back slightly before the new kid steps in between them.

You watch as his hands rest on Aaron's chest before his gaze moves to Kira. "You were being kind of bitchy," he states and your stomach does flips at the sound of his voice. Your eyes meet his once more, seeing how blue his irises are.

You're snapped out of your gaze when one of Aaron's friends starts to vomit on him. You cover your mouth with your hand, taking a few steps back when the music suddenly stops.

"Guys! Dylan just texted and said that he saw three cop cars headed this way on Old Dell Road!" One of the DJsspoke into the mic, causing everyone to slightly panic before breaking out into a run.

You follow the group of friends, rubbing your arms as you cautiously look around. You've never been a fan of the woods and walking around them in the dead of night isn't exactly fun for you.

A jacket gets placed on your shoulders as Caleb asks Kate if the three of you have a ride. You glance to your left to see the cute brunette standing beside you, hands shoved in his pockets as he gives you a cute grin.

"No, Sarah drove us here," Kate tells him and Pogue asks the girl if he's going to see her once they get back. "It's getting late. I'm just gonna crash. Call me in the morning?"

"I could use a lift," the man from beside you speaks up and Kate glances over her shoulder and mumbles, "no problem," her eyes meeting yours before giving you a wink.

You hug the jacket closer to your body, shaking your head a bit as he introduces himself to Caleb. "Chase."

The four of you walk over to Sarah's car as you and Chase pile into the backseat. Your hand brushes against his by accident and you quickly pull your hand away while looking at him through your peripheral.

You can see the slight smirk on his lips as Sarah attempts to start her car. She lets out a groan before opening her door, telling the group of guys that she can't get her car started.

"What's your name?" Chase whispers into your ear and you jump at the feeling of his breath fanning your ear. A chuckle leaves his lips as Reid helps Sarah with her vehicle, his blue eyes staring into yours.

"Y/N," you whisper loud enough for him to hear, your heart pounding against your ribcage. "Nice to meet you, Chase."

The brunette hums in response, tearing his eyes away from you when Sarah finally gets the car started.

It doesn't take long for the four of you to get back to the dorms, your hands shoved inside of Chase's coat as you all walk down the hallway. Sarah and Kate come to a stop in front of their door, the brunette mumbling that this is their stop.

Both girl's gaze meets yours and the two give you a knowing look, causing you to roll your eyes. You and Chase bid them goodnight before the two of you continue. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to gather the courage to say anything to him as you grow closer to your room.

"What, uh, what room are you in?" You ask suddenly, turning your head to look up at him.

Chase quickly glances at you and shoves his hands into his jean pockets. "311, you?" He answers and your eyes widen a bit at how close your rooms are.

"300," you chuckle and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You glance down towards your feet, seeing the beige coat you're wearing, and instantly remember that it's not yours. You begin to take it off when Chase stops you.

"Keep it," he mumbles and you stop walking, looking up at him with wide eyes. Chase licks his lips before biting them gently, his eyes roaming your face and body. "Gives me an excuse to see you again."

Your cheeks flush as butterflies swirl around in your stomach. "I- that's so cliché, but okay," you giggle and slide it back up your shoulders.

Chase shrugs his shoulders and chuckles. "I can be pretty cliché around a pretty girl," he flirts and you look away from the guy, your cheeks beginning to hurt by how much you're smiling.

"Shut up," you laugh and push him playfully. You come to a stop in front of your door, pulling your keys out of the pocket. "Well, this is me."

The brunette smiles and looks towards your door for a few seconds before glancing back down at you. "It was nice to meet you. I'll see you around?" Chase asks and you lick your lips, smirking up at him.

"Well, I have to give you your jacket back, so yeah," you inform him jokingly. You lean on your toes and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, your cheeks flushing.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Chase."

-

"Come on," Chase begs as the two of you walk towards your class, his blue eyes looking down at you. "You have to come tonight. The girls are going to be there if it makes you feel better."

A laugh leaves your lips as the brunette stops you from moving forward, the two of you standing in the middle of an empty hallway. "Chase, I really need to study for this exam. We can't all be smart like you," you tell him and you watch his tongue lick his lips.

"Just for an hour or two? I'm begging you," he mumbles and moves closer to you. Your breath hitches in your throat as the two of you stand inches apart, your chest almost brushing against his.

You look up at him through your lashes, feeling his fingertips brush your forearm. A sigh leaves your lips as you tear your gaze away from him and glance at your feet. "Fine, but only for a few hours!" You cave and the biggest grin comes to Chase's lips.

"You won't regret it, I promise!" He laughs while draping one of his arms over your shoulder.

"I better not," you giggle while leaning into the brunette's touch. "Also, you owe me a drink."

Chase smirks and leans down to whisper into your ear, "gladly." A shiver runs down your spine and you stifle a laugh, the grip on your books tightening as the two of you walk into the classroom.

You feel his hand slide across your lower back as you head to your assigned seat. You sit down in between Sarah and Kate, feeling their eyes on you as you get situated before class starts.

"So," Kate draws out and you glance towards her, seeing a smirk on her lips,  "you and Chase seem to be getting along well."

You lick your lips and glance over at the brunette. "Yeah, he's… he's something else for sure," you giggle while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You guys should go for it. The two of you are definitely into each other," Sarah mentions and your eyes widen a bit.

"Oh, no, no. He's- He's just being nice. There's no way he would go for me," you stutter and look between the two girls.

Kate scoffs and pushes your arm causing you to giggle slightly. "Girl, that's incorrect. Chase is totally into you," she wiggles her eyebrows and you bite your lip gently. "We'll be at the bar tonight… try to get close to him."

"Yeah, we'll see," you mumble and glance towards Chase, his blue eyes meeting yours. You smile at him and wave your hand, feeling your heart pounding against your chest.

You, Sarah, and Kate walk into the bar as Chase follows closely behind you. You look over your shoulder at him and he smiles down at you. "What do you want to drink?" The brunette asks you and you nod your head in response.

"I'll just have a vodka-soda," you inform him and Chase mutters alright before heading towards the bar.

You sit down beside Kate at a table in front of the Foosball Tables. You glance towards the bar to see Chase leaning against it as he talks to the bartender. You bite your lip gently as his blue eyes meet yours from across the room, a smile coming to his pink lips.

"You're so smitten by him it's disgusting," Kate laughs while nudging your arm with hers. You roll your eyes playfully as Chase comes back with two drinks in his hand.

"For you," he grins, setting the glass down in front of you. Chase grabs a chair and sits beside you, feeling his leg brush against yours.

You take a few sips of the cocktail, humming in delight as the liquid glides down your throat. "This is very good," you giggle, chewing on your straw as Chase glances down at you.

"Yeah? Can I try?" He asks and you nod your head, pushing your glass closer to him.

The brunette leans down and wraps his lips around the straw, seeing the liquid glide up the straw. "That's very good," he nods his head after pulling away.

The two of you get lost in each other's eyes, the voices of your friends drowning out as Chase places his hand on top of yours. Your eyes flutter shut as his face grows closer to yours, his nose brushing against yours.

Your breath hitches in your throat when Chase's lips barely touch yours, causing you to pull back slightly. You bite your lip gently and clear your throat at how awkward you are. "Sorr-"

"Have you kissed anyone before?" He asks out of curiosity, feeling his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

An embarrassed laugh leaves your lips and you shake your head, avoiding making eye contact with him. Chase brings his hand to your face, lifting your chin with his finger so you're looking at him.

"Can I kiss you?"

Your heart pounds wildly against your chest and you nod your head in response. Chase's fingers glide along your cheek as he reduces the gap between the two of you. Your hands grip his forearm as his lips connect with yours.

Cheers from your friends fill your ears and you can't help but laugh during the kiss. You pull away for a moment to glance towards the other's, seeing smirks on each of their lips.

"Why don't we go somewhere else?" Chase mumbles into your ear. "I can give you a kissing lesson."

Your cheeks flush and you look up at him through your lashes. "Is it that bad?" You mumble and the brunette shakes his head, his thumb gliding across your bottom lip.

"Absolutely not, but there's no harm in practicing," he winks and you melt under his touch, butterflies swarming in your stomach.

"My place or yours?" You ask breathily and Chase smirks, dipping his head to quickly kiss your lips. Your heart continues to pound against your chest as he whispers into your ear before pulling you out of the bar.

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[nocturne-pisces]

Satisfied Customers: Ari Levinson x Reader

Smaller: Stucky

How Endgame Should Have Ended

Kitten: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Darlin': 40's Bucky x Reader

Sunshine: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Good: Ari Levinson x Reader

Feel: Mechanic!Bucky x Reader

Renegotiate: Thomas Shelby x Barmaid!Reader

Everything in this list has dark themes and dark characters.

Arkham Menace: Jason Todd x Reader

Thanks, Sunshine: Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Fixture: AndrewGarfield!Spiderman x Reader

Underdog: Bobby Pronge, Justin Capshaw x Reader

Bronze: Lance Tucker x Reader

Mutual Benefits: Scott Huffman x Reader (1)

—Matrimony: Scott Huffman x Reader (2)

Prince Charming: Carter Baizen x Reader

Lamb: Chase Collins x Reader

Tastes Like You: Steve Kemp x Reader

Little Fairy: Jefferson (Once Upon A Time) x Reader

Pretty Little Thing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

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Farrier X Reader

Summary: Farrier meets a young woman who works as a spy during the war and it so happens that this young woman’s next mission means she’ll be around for a while.

“Sorry… I wasn’t born with a filter.” 

The sky seems to be too clear for a day of war. The base is full, new soldiers come and go as they’re instructed to do while the ones that have been here for a while just watch. The air force base is a big metal box with high walls that house the destruction machines.

But that’s not how Farrier would describe them.

He sees them as his wings, maybe he was given a pair before he was born but they’d morphed into longer limbs. He knows he’s meant to be flying, whether it’s for his country or not. The war adds danger and thrill to the mix, two things that don’t necessarily go together.

He watches as the newbies walk into the space, they’re mostly young lads with their heads held up high. He knows they’ll come out of this as men, men who are emotionally drained and will never return to their old selves again. It’s a new week, he concludes and walks back to his wing on the base.

His stare drops on Collins first and the scotsman gives him a nod of his head. There’s a line of men waiting to be briefed about their next mission, even though there’s not much to be said. They need to keep the sky clear of any enemies and that’s mostly it. He stands next to Collins and they start making small talk.

That is, until the General walks in.

He’s wearing the dark green uniform, stars embedded across his wide shoulders as he takes a look at the line of men. They become less with every passing day. There’s a bunch of papers on his hand that are soon to be thrown out and a lieutenant follows his footsteps.

And there’s you.

It’s no wonder why you stand out, given you are in a base filled with men and men only. You’re wearing a black suit, similar to what Collins is wearing but it’s baggier and less formal. There’s no indication of a rank on your shoulders but a maroon beret and compartments filled with small guns for all he can see.

And you’re beautiful, too.

He thinks it’s not something that they pay attention to when choosing officers of any sort but the only women he’s seen around are nurses and they certainly do not look as gentle to the eye as you do. There’s a boyish hint to your walk as you eye each and every men on the line, they seem interested.

The briefing starts, it’s short and completely unnecessary. The air force is not the most liked part of the army but you know they do their job, more so than some other parts of the military as far as you’ve seen. You listen to the General as he talks about certain areas the pilots are required to stay away from and then he finishes his words. 

The wing commanders then separate into another room, it’s a different briefing about the movements of the Germans and Farrier follows the General as he walks into the small room. There are four commanders, the general and you in the room and everyone is waiting for the General to address the elephant in the room, that being you.

The general then proceeds to clear his throat and look at you before facing the commanders and speaks.

“This is Ms. Y/L/N from the Secret Intelligence Service. She’ll be here to carry out a couple missions for the crown.” he finishes his sentence and the commanders all nod except Farrier, he’s looking at your gentle orbs instead, the ones that are directed right at him.

Your gaze does not shy away from his or any other commander’s unlike all the nurses or the women they have met through the course of the war. You hold a weight within yourself, something he’d seen in soldiers who’d been bombed and almost died but he just goes along with the General’s orders.

You’re young, he thinks. Young enough that he feels uneasy but not enough to make him speak up.

He then walks back to where his precious Spitfire rests next to Collins. Collins starts making talk about how he’d seen a couple of new soldiers fuss about Farrier’s plane but Farrier is not as present as he sits on the familiar seat of the pilot and gets ready.

A long day waits for him.

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The sound of bullets through the air and a plane engine crashing into the water hits his ears as he walks around the base. It’s far past midnight but the base is even more alive. He sees a couple guys he recognizes, some of them from the morning briefing and some are just familiar lads.

He waits for the engine fuel while there’s a clear rush around. It’s not the kind of rush he’s seen a lot in the air force base but more of the kind he’d come across on the ground. He then sees a couple soldiers being carried into the base, wounded badly with nurses overcrowding around their heads.

His gaze falls on you.

You look like you’re walking out of hell with cuts and bruises all over your face and upper body. He sees the blood covered bandage on your left arm and no matter how injured you look, you walk towards the general with full ambition. You look furious.

Your mouth moves, hair falling on to your forehead as you talk to the general and he nods at your words, telling you to meet him upstairs in his room. It’s not much of a room, Farrier thinks but they make do.

The general walks past Farrier and tells him to do just the same, wait for him in his office. Your eyes briefly meet his blue orbs but before he has a chance to say something, a nurse comes to your rescue and drags you around the place only to sit you down and take care of some of the wounds around your face.

The truth is, there are many soldiers that need the nurse’s help. Farrier finds it obscure that this nurse is taking extra measures to make sure your face is more put together when there’s men losing limbs around the place. 

But then he puts it together.

He’s heard things about the secret intelligence spies. He’s heard of a few women but he know they do business with their faces first. He can tell you’re trained to kill but your face says something else, which is just what you need when you’re trying to get into places no soldier can possibly have access to.

He walks upstairs into the crumbling room where the General waits. There’s another lieutenant in the room and you come in with blood and cuts around your face not too long after. Farrier takes a good look at your face, he thinks you manage to look beautiful even with countless glass cuts all over your face but he stops when he finds you staring right back at him.

“Y/N.” the General speaks and you both straighten at his voice.

You nod and speak, it’s the first time Farrier’s heard your voice. “Yes, sir.” you say, a gulp follows the stern voice. He thinks you sound just like how you look, confident but young.

“This is Wing Commander Farrier..” the General speaks and you look at Farrier for a brief moment with the shake of your head, as a way of saying ‘hello’. “...His crew will be the ones assisting you on your next mission.” he finishes the sentence and you nod. You recall the place you need to go for the next mission assigned to you, you catch Farrier nod from the corner of your eye and the General leaves the room along with the lieutenant. 

When the room is fully empty, you turn to Farrier and offer your hand with a soft voice. “Y/N.” you speak, you know he knows your name but there’s always time for proper introduction.

His large hand envelops yours as he shakes it, your soft skin feels new as he speaks. “Farrier.”

Just as you’re about to speak up, Collins walks into the room.

“Hey-” he says but before he can continue, he looks at you from head to toe. Farrier sees no reason to waste any time and speaks up.

“This is agent Y/N.” he says, looking at you and you only while you offer your hand to the scotsman who’s currently inspecting your face. You don’t blame him. You’d had a perfectly clean face in the morning and now, you have blood all over your face.

“Pleasure to meet ya’.” Collins speaks and you nod, he’s dressed sharply compared to Farrier and you note the attitude change.

“It’s been nice meeting you gentlemen but I have a mission to get to.” you speak with a low smile, a childish hint to your voice that makes Farrier want to rescue from what you’re about to do but he watches you walk away and so does Collins.

Just as Collins is about to speak, your soft voice as a shout comes from the corridors of the space, making both of them look out of the door while your back is turned at them for a momentary second. 

“Good luck out there!”

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It’s a day later. There’s smoke in the base from the malfunctioning machines accompanied by the silent screams of the lucky soldiers who have been rescued from around the place. There are a couple nurses away from the tent they’re assigned to, running around with hopes to help some of the new comer soldiers covered in wounds.

And there you are, cleaning your fresh wound on your own. 

It’s on your right shoulder, you can see it when you lean down but not too clear. Your irises burn from the smoke around but you know there’s no escaping it. You ignore the oozing pain from your ankles and try to clean the wound to the best of your ability.

Then, he shows up. 

The exhaustion is clear on his face, the day was spent chasing enemy up on the sky but he can’t help but walk towards your figure. You sit on the floor with some bandages around you as you rub alcohol into the wound. You’re actually doing a good job but he figures a hand wouldn’t hurt.

Your eyes meet his when he sits on the ground next to you. You’re about to say something but he takes the cotton from your hand and does what you were doing just a little earlier, just gentler as you watch.

You gulp and speak, he can see the fancy dress you’re wearing but he doesn’t ask questions. Figures it isn’t his place. “Thank you.” you say, eyes far away while he looks at your face, it’s healing up.

You’d gone to a noblemen’s party today, you were assigned to gather information on one of the trusted funders of the war. He was French but the intelligence had enough dirt on him to assume that he was helping the other side, the side that was currently destroying the country from its heart.

Everything was all going well until a drunk rich lord had decided to load his gun and play a little game on his own. You’d stopped the gunfire but it had cost a bullet on your shoulder and cuts from the shattering glass around. It was silly, just how luxurious these lords and madams lived while the poor and unfortunate suffered.

“Your assigned mission is tomorrow?” he spoke, the mission he was meant to watch for was tomorrow and he wanted there to be as little damage as possible. You got up after he finished with patching you up and you both started walking towards the briefing area.

“Yes, although It will be shorter than what you’ve been told.” you spoke and started walking down the stairs and he followed with brows furrowed.

“How much shorter?” he spoke, accent filling each word as you licked your lips before answering him. You had report today’s work to your superior and he was just following you.

“About an hour. It’s an easy job, in and out. It won’t take me longer than that.” you spoke while his boots thudded against the surface of the floor.

He sped up his steps to catch up with you, he was trying to get your attention but you were completely ignorant to the idea. It was war time and you were focused, you had to be.

“What’s the job entail?” he asked, although he already knew the answer.

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.” you said, finding it silly that he would even ask an agent to expose any information but he was just trying to get you to talk. And you did. “The general will inform you on your side of the job.” you spoke, eyes looking up at his and you ignored the fact that he had been staring for a while now. You kept on walking and he followed you.

“Now, Commander, If you’re done asking me about classified missions, I have to report back to the base.” you spoke, voice confident while offered Farrier a smile. He didn’t mind your professionalism, he knew this wasn’t a place of love.

He nodded and murmured a small ‘yes, ma’am’ before you disappeared. Your walls were made of steel, he wouldn’t be able to melt them no matter how hard you tried and you figured, he already had someone as most soldiers did. If they didn’t, they’d take it up on themselves to find a lover around their base.

He was just curious about the mission, you told yourself.

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Twenty hours, five bullets, two airplanes and three explosions later, you were seated between Collins and Farrier.

The mission was complete, the Queen’s man had been protected and you had enough information about the new individuals to act on them. It also happened that you were covered in your own blood since there had been a surprise attack to the mansion you were in.

The look of surprise in both Collins’ and Farrier’s face was a picture when they saw you. You looked like a dead bride of some sort, every inch if your face and upper body were covered in blood, some your own and some of the other guests’.

You were currently waiting for the general to come out and give you the new details. The pilots were there, waiting to get fuel in their death machines next to you. You got a pack of cigars out, ones you’d gotten from a French aristocrat. You didn’t regularly smoke them, only when you’d been face to face with death.

“Those kill ye’, ya’ know.” Collins spoke, watching you light the cigar and you inhaled once before looking at him.

They weren’t covered in blood like you, they looked just fine but there was a hint of horror in both their eyes.

“I’ll die soon if it goes like this anyway.” you let the smoke go as Farrier watched you with intent eyes. There was no point in lying, the missions had been extra challenging and you’d been shot too many times to be able to function properly.

You realised what you’d just said to two soldiers who faced death everyday. They saw men die all the time, it wasn’t pleasant or wanted but seeing you, a young woman who’s supposedly in the prime stage of her life saying that she’ll die soon had felt like a bullet in their hearts.

“Sorry… I wasn’t born with a filter.”  you said, earning a chuckle from Farrier. You offered them the cigar, licking your lips and speaking as you’d not just said that you would be dead soon.

“You’ll think you’ll make it?” Collins spoke, looking directly at you as you sat next to him on the metal surface.

Farrier’s eyes locked with yours the moment Collins’ words left his mouth. He was not keen on living afterwards, he’d seen his fair share of the world but it was clear that you hadn’t.

“Probably not.” you said, taking another puff from the cigar as they waited you to speak further. “..most of the agents who work for the crown die in their first six months of the missions.”

“How long have you been working then?” Farrier spoke, you gulped before answering him. You weren’t the typical agent.

Most of them were men who were in their mid twenties. It became easer to identify them and targeting them became no hassle for the germans which was why they had secretly started hiring women, young women in particular, to work as spies since they seemed to be more versatile.

“About nine months.” you said, chuckling when Collins murmured a small ‘cheers’.

But what you were saying was different and Farrier was the only one caught up with it. You were a walking corpse. You’d done and knew too much to even survive if you went back home. You had too much information, your young age didn’t matter to the crown. Only your service did and you’d done your fair share of the spy work.

Collins then left, something to with the engine of his machine. You watched as he walked away, probably leaving the base soon to do his job. You were left with Farrier on your side then, the cigar was long gone.

“Are you always that close to death?” Farrier asked, genuinely curious after seeing you work today. You’d went in with a fancy party dress and came out with three bullet wounds and blood all over you. “Like today, I mean.” he kept speaking but you knew what he was saying. There was something calm about him that made you want to take it easy but this was war, not a calm tuesday afternoon in a the peaceful world.

“Mostly.” you gulped and kept on speaking. “They have a line of agents who do inside jobs like me. I deal with the risky side of the business.” you spoke, like it was just regular business and not dangerous criminal work.

“What about the others?” he spoke, curious as to how this all works. He’d heard things but this was the first time he even had the chance to speak with an agent of the crown face to face, let alone a young woman like you.

You eyed him first, he was being nosy. If it was anyone else, you would’ve just told them to mind their business, the information was confidential. But something about Farrier made you lower your guard for some reason. You looked around before speaking.

“They deal with the common people. Officers and workers. They gather information on things like...” you waved your fingers through the air and made a confused face before speaking. “..hideaways and all that.”

He looked at you then, you were far too young for this but he of all people knew that war knew no age. If it was a different time, he was sure he’d find you with rosy cheeks, under a blossoming tree but now, you were covered in blood in a dress the military had provided you.

“I assume you deal with the posh ones then.” he spoke, just trying to make conversation. He knew there was no way he could get personal so he kept the topic on work.

You nodded before speaking again, eyes not meeting his most of the time. “Noblemen, aristocrats, madams and sometimes even presidents.” you said, lifting your eyebrows at the last words as his expression changed from interested to shocked. You dealt with people who caused this war in the first place.

“You ever get scared? Cold feet?” he asked, earning a genuine grin from you. He was cracking up to be something.

“Always.” you spoke, it was the full truth. You didn’t go into a room full of aristocrats and their beloved butlers without sweat on your hands.

He looked at you then, scanning you from head to toe to see any kind of fear of doubt. You smiled at the soldier next to you, a genuine curve of your lips greeted his blue orbs but it felt like a bullet had gone through his head. Your earnest smile was the first thing that had managed to make him feel at ease since he’d gone into this mess.

What was he doing?

He nodded at your words, long after they stopped hanging around the cool air around you as you looked at him. Really looked at him for the first time. He seemed rough around the edges, not like his colleague Collins who was dressed sharply and knew every sign in the book. 

He then asked the biggest question he had, the one that appeared the moment he saw you.

“Aren’t you a little too young to be carrying out missions for the crown?” he said in one full breath. His voice wasn’t as confident.

“I am.” you gulped and spoke again. “That doesn’t really matter. They just want someone who can attract attention and do the job at the same time.” you said, liking the way his orbs change when you spoke.

“And that’s you.” he said, as a matter of fact.

“Surprised?” you asked, finding comfort in talking to this stranger you just met a couple days ago.

“Nah.” he shook his head at his own words. “If anything, I think you’re quite perfect for that sort of job.” he said, watching your curious eyes as he spoke. You laughed at first, it was genuine and he swore it was like birds singing or that time he’d heard a beautiful melody inside a church.

“Well, Commander, I need to leave but it’s been a pleasure.” you spoke, eyes formal and stern again. It was like you had a switch.

“Will I see you?” he said in a heartbeat. He didn’t think twice before saying the words, hence why he was cursing at himself while you gave him a sweet smirk.

“I’m sure you will.”

And you were off.

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Moon Rituals

Summary:  You meet Chase Collins for the first time

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Fae!Reader

Rating:  Explicit  

Warnings:  No warnings for this part, but as the story progresses so will the warnings, so be forewarned it will not stay mild.  18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2k

A/N:  Doing this as a prequel to the Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty one shot.  I felt this had potential to be more...so let’s see

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You had never been outside of the Faerie Ring.  The brightly colored toadstools of various sizes, colors, and even shapes, circle around the largest oak in the forest.  The Faerie Ring keeps you, a member of the illustrious Unseelie Court, safe.  The last of the Moon Sprites.  You weren’t as powerful as some of the Fae Folk, but you were still of royal blood.  Protected by the Unseelie Court, especially during moon phase celebrations.  The moon being one of the most important entities to the Unseelie Court.

Your handmaiden Elswyth annoyingly goes everywhere with you.  Even when you sit at the edge of the Faerie Ring, for no reason.  You can’t help but wonder what’s beyond the ring.  Sitting at the edge daydreaming about revelry in their world.  The other fae talk about them like it’s a disease.  They are dangerous.  They would cause harm.  But would they if they didn’t know about your heritage?

All fae possess the power of glamour.  Which comes in handy considering you’re a fae with wings.  Wings that are taller than you, extending above your head, with delicate tails that drag the ground.  Fae not of royal blood don’t have such large wings.  Wings with the most beautiful shades of twilight, deep blues that intertwine together and fade into a nearly silver white.  Delicate but strong wings.  And you stick out because of them.  

Most of the Unseelie Court who have wings, have wings with black, purple, or silvery white.  Their wings are more like gossamer, sheer, and more for looks than functionality.  The Unseelie Court is not as strong as it once was.  Faerie Courts have broken down into smaller courts; The Summer Court, the Autumn Court, the Dark Court, The Winter Court, The Shadow Court, The High Court.  The Unseelie and Seelie Courts are dwindling down.  Even talks of you needing to move to the Shadow Court, but no longer do you want to be cooped up in this stupid Ring, or behind another Ring for that matter.

Just to test out if there’s any alarms that might go off if you happen to leave the Ring you pop out one of your indigo stocking clad feet beyond the Ring.  Resting it outside, for once Elswyth is nowhere to be found, and for once you feel at peace.  That is until you hear the rustling of the leaves.  Unquietly your foot slips back into the safety of the ring.

A handsome man with a square jaw, brunette hair with soft curls, that is styled perfectly walked into your forest.  You know he can’t see you on the other side of the ring, but his piercing blue eyes stare right into your soul.  His mouth cocks to the side as he looks at the ring that surrounds your home, “Faerie folks are in old oaks.”  Kicking around at the dried leaves his gaze sets back upon you, “Is that true?”

You gasp.  Not only does it appear that he looks right at you, but he knows of the fae, and if that’s true he knows what the ring of toadstools means.  His hand rubs along his jaw, and he steps closer to the ring.  Going against everything you’ve been taught you dare to stick your head out at the man.  “Please don’t.  You’ll be trapped here for seven years.”

“So, it is true.”

“I don’t know what you mean, sir.”

“What are you?” he asks, his face holds a kindness, but his eyes they hold a darkness in them.

“A Moon Sprite.  Last of my kind,” you know he probably doesn’t know what that is, nor would it matter.

“What court do you belong to Moonbeam?” you can’t help but have butterflies in your stomach at the nickname he gave you.  Affiliating you with your affinity.  Little does he know the nights you have danced in moonbeams, soaking up their power for your own.

“The Unseelie Court.  How do you know so much about the fae, sir?” you dare to poke even more of your body out of the ring, your shoulders now exposed to the handsome stranger.

“I’m a witch.”

You roll your eyes at him, “They no longer exist, sir.  They allowed their powers to die out.  Too weak for the growing world.  All because they wanted to be acclimated with humans.”

The stranger doesn’t answer you, but his eyes cast over with the blackest black, blocking out his bright sapphire eyes.  The wind stirs in the forest and wiggles around the toadstools, breaking a few off of the thick ring.  “Stop, sir.”

“I had to prove myself.  You believe me?” you nod at him.  “Are you not going to step outside the ring?”

“Not today, sir.  Us fae don’t trust witches.”

“Because we possess real powers?” he asks with a crooked grin.

“Because you know our weaknesses.  You live amongst humans, and you taught them our secrets.”

“I didn’t,” quickly his hand comes up to your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb.

“Please don’t sir,” your body lurches back after letting his soft warm hands touch your cold skin.

“You don’t have to call me sir, Moonbeam.”

“Then what is your name?” it’s occurred to you that you haven’t given him a name either.

“Chase Collins,” his head tilts towards you, wanting you to offer up your name.

“Moonbeam,” your faerie giggle rings out into the forest.  Stirring the guards outside the ring to your presence.  In the pond nearby a green lady emerges at hearing the last moon sprite outside of the ring.  Her mouth set to attack to protect you from the stranger.  Chase’s body looks around the forest.  His eyes spotting the random fae throughout to protect the Ring.  “Fae don’t give out our names, Chase Collins.  A name holds power.  If I give you my name, then you have power over me, and you are a witch.  I can’t let you have that, sir.” “Does that mean you have power over me?” you nod your head.

“Goodbye, Chase Collins.”

“Wait!  Can I come see you again?” your eyes look up at the sky to view the moon, needing to know what phase it is in.  A few more days until a half moon, you shouldn’t be out of the ring during a full moon, not a Moon Sprite.

“Yes, tomorrow.  Twilight.  I’ll see you tomorrow, Chase Collins.”

“Will I get to see you fully?” he gives you a boyish grin, biting on his lip.

“Perhaps,” Jenny Greenteeth exposes her sharp teeth, hissing at the stranger.  “Come alone.”

“I don’t think she likes me,” he nods over to Jenny, looking and seeing more of the fae, walking closer to him.

“Enough you lot,” you command them.  Because you are of royal blood they cease their movements.  

“You have that power over them?”

“I’m of royal blood Chase Collins.  They are my subjects.”

“Tomorrow,” he bids you farewell.  Walking confidently through the forest.  Eyeing each of the fae before he’s out of sight.

“Your Highness, you know not what he wants.  Witches can’t be trusted,” Jenny warns you.  Her body sliding further into the pond.

“What would you know?  No one inside the ring knows about his visit.  Are we understood?” another command to your subjects.  They nod their head.  “I’ll allow you to guard me tomorrow.”

“Do not step outside the ring,” is Jenny’s final warning before fully becoming the duckweed again.  You fully go back into the ring, with a bigger smile than you have had in thousands of years.  Feeling like for the first time you aren’t alone.

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It took some time to pull yourself away from the court to make it back out to the edge of the Ring.  Thankfully the majority of the Unseelie are scared of the edge.  Untrusting of “out there”.  You see Chase Collins before you get to the edge.  His body planted on the forest floor, legs crossed, waiting for you.  His long fingers tap along his khaki peacoat.  His eyes daring a glance at Jenny.

“Maybe she’s changed her mind,” Jenny’s voice rings out.  A sharp shrillness that most humans find detestable.

“She’ll show,” he assures her.  Never exhibiting that he’s scared of her.

You sit on your calves.  Giving you the ability to lean your head out of the Ring right at his eye level.  He jolts at the sudden intrusion in his space.  Your tinkling laugh echoes through the forest, stirring the guards at your body in the outside world.

“Are you really not coming out?”

“Not today, Chase Collins.  I was told not to trust witches.  What brings you out to find a Faerie Ring anyways?”  you can’t help but smile at his boyishly handsome face.  Fae don’t look like him.  In all your thousands of years, you’ve never met anyone like him.

“I heard stories.  Wanted to see if you existed.  When I learned of an extremely old oak in the area, I had to investigate.  Can I not come into the ring?”

“You could,” your head nods at him.  “But you would be trapped.  It would feel a mere few hours, until you stepped outside the ring.  Seven years will pass.”

“My Qu... you shouldn’t speak our secrets.  Humans can become our pets,” Jenny’s ever worried tone speaks at you.  Nearly spilling your biggest secret.

“Chase Collins is not a human.  He is a witch,” your eyes never leave his.  The crystal blue nearly putting you in a spell before you quickly look away.

“I may be a witch, but you do hold power over me, since you know my name.  You can just call me Chase though.”

Tilting your head, you look at him confused, “Is your name Chase Collins or not?”

“It is.  Us humans typically only use first names.”

“Seems informal, Chase Collins,” his long fingers pet along your cheek again.

“As does Moonbeam, My Queen,” a wicked grin crosses his face.  Jenny’s voice hisses at him, while her body crawls out of the muck.  Red Caps, sprites, pixies, goblins, and such all march towards him.

“You shouldn’t have said that, witch,” Jenny’s voice screams at him.

“Make them stop,” his voice quietly begs.  His eyes darken to black.

“St-st-stop,” your voice cracks, and none of them listen.  Your whole body emerges from the ring, extending your wings for the guards and Chase to see.  His body backs away from you slightly.  Eyes wide as he takes in your full appearance.  Your hair and eyes turning to silver, reflecting the barely there moon.  Your dress indigo and cobalt, with the deepest leather arm wraps tied tightly around your biceps in intricate patterns.  Extending your wings, you show your true form.  The fae stop, bowing down to you.  “This one is not to be harmed, you lot.  Now be gone.”  With their retreating feet, your form shrinks back.  Ears no longer pointed, your wings go to your back, creating a train for your dress.  

Chases’ body walks closer to you.  “My Queen,” he bows, holding his posture, before his head turns to look up at you.

“Please get up Chase Collins.”  Chase grabs for your hand, gently kissing it, and you nearly melt at his touch.  “I should go,” your voice shaky with the power that his lips left behind.  

“Please, don’t.  You only just go here.”

“Chase Collins, you should forget this place,” he doesn’t have your name, and already you feel him holding a power over you.  You’re a young and naïve Moon Sprite.  You have no business consummating with humans, much less witches.  Humans live for far less a time than you do, and witches cannot be trusted.

“No, don’t say that, Moonbeam.  I... whatever I did I apologize,” his voice sincere.  The wicked look he normally carries disappearing.

“Witches can’t be trusted, Chase Collins.”

“Tomorrow?” he begs, his voice nearly cracking.  “Please.”

“I won’t be coming out of the Ring,” your body walks backwards to the ring, but your wrists are grabbed tightly by Chase’s hands.  A small yelp exists your mouth, but none of your guards stir.

“Promise me.  Or I take you with me.”

“Chase...”

“Promise me,” the darkness in his eyes is evident as you struggle to get away, nearly breaking free before the complete obsidian black coats his eyes.

“Fine.  Tomorrow.”

“Outside of the ring,” his hands loosen their grip, but his onyx eyes get even darker.

“You won’t take me?” the movement of your body stops.  You now have no desire to move back within the safety of your Ring.

“Not tomorrow.”

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