#soft!dark!robert pronge x reader

[babyjakes]

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

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

fics.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

blurbs.

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

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

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

thots.

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

[hansensgirl]

summary. | Your neighbour feels you’ve misunderstood his actions.

prompts. | Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy + Neighbours + “The least you could do is be grateful.” + Drugging, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, drugging, kidnapping, captivity, restraints, delusion, lying, deceit, manipulation, pet names, threats, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.

You slowly come to, recognizing that this isn’t your bedroom. It isn’t even your house. 

Your eyelids are heavy as you survey your surroundings, finding a beautiful room that is seemingly untouched. You lay on a hard mattress, presumably new. You have duct tape wrapped tightly around your wrists and ankles, rendering you helpless.

Your mouth feels dry, and your eyesight is bleary. You feel dizzy—scared, too. 

The door creaks open, and the man who steps in is your neighbour, Robert. He’s never been the friendliest, but given that his house is right next to yours, the two of you were bound to speak to one another.

You gasp in relief. Robert looks different. His hair has been buzzed off, and he seems less rugged. But that doesn’t matter—he’ll still be your saviour.

“R– Robert! Oh, thank goodness you’re here. Please, I need your help,” you begin to ramble as he slowly shuts the door behind him, staring at you the entire time. Robert shushes you, and you listen to him. “Of course you do, babycakes. Why else do you think you’re here, huh?”

His words are meant to be kind, but with his tone, it comes out all wrong. Anger is simply in his nature when he snaps. Robert’s mouth twitches under his trimmed beard, and you tilt your head before straightening it when your world starts to spin.

Suddenly, the memories come flooding back. You remember he offered you an extra coffee—they messed his order up, and he didn’t want it to go to waste, Robert claimed. And then, darkness.

Your bottom lip wobbles and your hands shake when your stomach drops. No, Robert is not your saviour; he is the enemy, the foe. Evidently, he always has been.

“D– Did you drug me? A– and bring me here?” you question furiously. Your ire takes up most of your energy—or what little you have left. Robert is silent as he bites the inside of his cheeks, fists clenching. “I didn’t drug you. Don’t say that. You just needed… a push.”

You can tell that he doesn’t even believe himself. You scoff, incredulous. 

“You can’t be serious. You drugged me, Robert. And now you have me locked up in here!” you yell. Robert snarls at your fury. “I didn’t like it either. But the least you could do is be grateful,” he spits. 

“Grateful? For what?” you repeat.

“That I care enough about you. Look, look at this room. I did all this stupid shit for you, and you don’t even have the decency to thank me,” he seethes, stomping to get closer to you. His face is near yours, and you can see the discoloration on his teeth. “I thought you were a good girl,” Robert adds, and you roll your eyes.

“How can I thank you when you’re hurting me?” you ask, voice going soft but not out of affection. You’re tired from both the drugs and the adrenaline leaving your body. “Hurting you?” he scoffs.

“You don’t know how I can make you hurt, little girl,” he whispers, a bone-chilling glint in his eyes. You challenge him with your own hardened gaze, but you know you’re no match for Robert. 

He eventually stands back up and sighs, looking around the room he put so much time and effort into. For you. “You know, I think you need some more alone time. Then you’ll really see how much you need me,” Robert snickers, turning around to leave you alone in the room.

You scream his name and beg him to come back, to let you go, and you promise you won’t say a thing to anyone. He doesn’t listen, even when you burst into tears and choke on your words. 

[georgiapeach305132]

Mr. Freezy Pops, Pt. 3

Summary: You see the softer side of Robert.  Paul tries to take you home.

Pairings: Soft!Dark!Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:  Explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breast play, Dark!, physical violence, implied murder, pet name (pretty girl), oral sex (F receiving), the first of Robert’s rules

Word Count: 2k

🍦Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11🍦BONUS Part 12🍦

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Robert stares at you softly, extending his hand for you to take, “Come on.  Let’s get you cleaned up, dressed, and fed.  I know you have to be tired.”  You can only nod while grabbing his hand to lead you out of the hell hole of a basement.  Guiding you to the bathroom he looks at you.  “You want a bath or shower pretty girl?” “Um...a bath I guess,” your voice barely a whisper.  He turns on the water, waiting for it to get warm, before plugging up the drain.  He turns to walk out of the bathroom, before your hand attaches to his arm, stopping him.  “Where are you going?” “To get you some clean clothes and privacy.”  With a bite to your lip and switching of your feet he studies your body movements.  “Is something wrong?”  You shake your head no, but still don’t turn to get in the bath.  “Alright, what the fuck is wrong?  Don’t lie to me.  I can tell you’re lying, I'm not a damn idiot.” You’re unsure of what to say, or even what is wrong.  “You not want me to leave you or something?”  The softness is back in his voice.

“No.  Don’t want to be alone.” “Let me get you some clean clothes, and I’ll be right back.”  You offer him a soft smile nodding your head.  Upon his return he lifts you up to put you in the warm water.  He helps you dip your head in the warmth before shampooing you, and after he uses a washcloth to scrub off your body.  Making sure to get every bit of you clean, and feeling new again.

“Why are you being so nice?” you ask.  Genuinely you want to know.  It seems mere seconds ago he was throwing food and water at you.  Making your coward of a husband watch as he fucks you.

“Figured you might need it,” he shrugs.  He doesn’t meet your eyes, just continues scrubbing your body.  “I know it was wrong.  Jus’ needed ya to see what a joke of a husband you had.” “You didn’t know he would do that though.” “Yeah, I did.  They’re all the same.  You deserve much more than that.”  Silence fills the room.  Carefully he helps you out of the bath, drying you off with a towel before helping you dress in one of his button up shirts.  “You stay here, we’re going to have to get you some clothes.  Are ya staying here?” you can only shrug because you don’t know.  There’s a part of you that misses Paul, but the bigger part is pissed.  “I get it.  Lot to take in.”

You can’t deny the amount of care he spends taking on you, but that doesn’t necessarily make you feel better.  He’s obviously a criminal, and a powerful one.  The comfort you feel and the lack of good sleep has your eyes heavy.  “Gotta get ya fed first.  Not too much, ya ain’t ate a lot in the past four days.  Have to get you back to that, okay?” nodding you follow Robert back to the kitchen.  Sitting in his lap while he feeds you bland oatmeal and makes you drink a chocolate protein shake.  “Bedtime,” his voice rings out before scooping your body up.

“Don’t leave me,” you whisper.  

With a gently kiss to your forehead he returns your whisper, “Wasn’t going to, pretty girl.”  Softly he lays you in the bed.  His body crawls behind you, wrapping an arm around you, before pulling you flush against his chest.  “Going to keep you safe,” is the last thing you hear before you drift into the best sleep of your life.

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Perplexed you wake up, feeling sore in your arms, and confused on where exactly you are.  The shouts of your husband and Robert bring the memories of the past four days rushing through your brain.  Hearing demands that Paul leave before he kills him, and Paul’s heavy steps coming closer to wherever you are.

“Pronge get your fucking ass out of my way.  I’m taking my wife home.” “If she wanted to go home, don’t you think she would have.  You know the law, my house, get the fuck out.”

A scuffle ensues before Paul bursts through the door, yelping you crawl as far away from the door as possible.  Falling into the floor you curl yourself up into a ball, refusing to meet his eyes.  “Play time is up.  You made your point; you’re pissed off at me.  This is getting ridiculous.  Get your ass out of that fucking floor and let's go home.” “Don’t want to.”  Your voice comes out much stronger than you had anticipated.  

“You heard her.  She doesn’t want to go anywhere with you.”  Robert's figure stands in the doorway, eyes flicking towards you before his gaze is only on Paul.

“And you would rather stay here with this piece of shit?” his voice is pure hatred as he talks to you.  Right then and there, you made your decision.  You’re staying.

“Yes,” is the only answer you provide him with.  That’s all he deserves.

“You heard the woman.  Now get the fuck out of my house.”  Paul turns towards Robert and punches him in the face.  You scream at Paul to stop, but you had no need to worry.  Robert’s savage side that you assumed he had bursts out.  His fists connecting with Paul over and over again.  Head butting him onto the floor, before he crawls over him and continues to bash him.

“Robert!” you scream, he stops long enough to look at you.  “He’s not worth it.  I don’t want him dead.” He leans over and whispers in his ear, “You better thank her.  I would have killed your sorry ass.”  He stands roughly picking his body up and dragging him out the door.  “Be right back.  Just gotta take the trash out.” You give yourself a moment before getting out of bed, wearing nothing but his button up shirt, and wander through the house before you spot him coming through the door.  “Thank you.” your voice as smooth and silky as honey, as soft as down feathers, and Robert melts.  His body coming closer to yours.  “Just wish there was a way I could repay you.” Robert’s thick fingers run up your arms, drifting over to make contact with the buttons, before he skillfully begins undoing each one slowly, and you can hear the change in your breathing.  You know it can’t be that loud, but the quietness in the room it sounds like you’re panting loudly.  “I can think of a way.”  A voice that commands such authority is soft and sensual with you.  Only the utmost care is given to you.  His movements stop.  “Only if...” Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until your lips reach up to connect to his, showing him that you and your body want to thank him.  Realizing the moment that his tongue demands entry into your mouth that this is the first time you had kissed.  As intimate as you had been with him, you have never let him have that part of you.  Lifting your body up to his, you cling to him.  Arms and legs tightly wrap around him, as his fingers fumble to undo all the buttons.

His hands jerk the shirt off your body, and you’re completely exposed to him.  Robert’s knees bend as he drops the both of you on the floor.  Your fingers pull at his shirt, yearning to have his skin on yours, while his fingers struggle to undo his pants.  

Both your hands roam around each other's body, Robert’s mouth connects on every part of you.  Kisses and nips that take their time, almost as if to commit your body to memory.  Humming along your skin until you arch your back to bring your body closer to his.  “Robert.”

“Can I just not fucking enjoy your body for a minute?” “I just...” “I know you want me to properly fuck you.  Let me enjoy this, and I promise you I’ll fuck you a lot better than that cuck husband ever did.  Now shut the fuck up before I gag you.”

While his words are harsh, his movements continue to be steady and light.  Fingers that tickle along your skin, his mouth and tongue touch every part of your soft skin.  Spending extra time on your peaked nipples, warm mouth that heats you up, before blowing cold air onto you dampened chest.

The smooth care he takes on you is abruptly taken away when he jerks your legs apart.  Gasping as his lips kiss up your thighs, beard that scratches at your sensitive skin, as his eyes watch your face.  Loving how responsive your body is to his mouth.  With a quick smile up at you he dives into your weeping cunt.  Eating up your arousal that spread to your thighs.  

His tongue kitten licks your clit, causing you to whimper, while his mouth buries deeper into you.  Your fingers, push aside his brunette locks to study his face.  Noticing for the first time the bright blue of his eyes.  The way the light reflects off them, making them almost sparkle.  Before you can further study the softness that radiates from him, his tongue enters your drenched channel.  Sobbing with the way he works you; never did you feel this way with Paul, and it makes you want Robert more.

“Robert...I need to feel you, please.”

His body pulls back, face wiping your glaze off his beard on your reddened thigh before he crawls up your body.  Lips kissing all the way up before crashing into you.  Tasting yourself on his tongue, and loving every minute of him over you.  Robert readjusts his body, mouth nibbling around your neck before you feel his cock enter you.  His tip slowly going through your folds, a long deep moan exiting his mouth that vibrates on your neck causing you to keen at the feel of him.

When he bottoms out, he holds himself there.  This time giving your body the chance to adjust to the stretch of your cunt.  Both of you breathe the other in, looking up at him, not feeling loved, but feeling cared for.  He was willing to kill Paul, for you.  Willing to let you stay, because you had nowhere to go.  Everything he’s done, he’s done it all for you.  Justifying the fucked-up trap, that he led you right to.  And you forgive him for that, because you saw Paul for what he really is.

“Fuck, this feels better this time, doesn’t it?  You actually want me, huh, pretty girl?  You feel me stretching you out?”  Robert begins to fuck into you with slow and languid thrusts, filling every part of you up.

“Yes...it’s amazing.”  Mouths attach again, but it’s more soaking up the others breaths.

Robert rolls the two of you over, positioning your body to straddle him, all the while nothing leaving your warmth.  “Want to feel you fuck me.”  You roll your hips over him, hands pressing on his thick toned chest, while his hands hold tightly to your hips.  “So, fucking good.”  His hand stings your ass with the quick smack he deals you.  Hearing the mewl that releases from your throat, he slaps you again, before grasping tightly to your reddened cheek.

“You and me...we’re going to be fucking trouble.”  The thought of you and him, makes you speed up your pace, loving the change of his breathing with every motion on top of him.  Feeling like his queen as you ride him, and his face shows exactly how you’re making him feel.  He might be a master manipulator, but in this moment, you own this man that evokes so much fear and respect.

Speeding up even more as you search for that release.  “Want you to fill me up.” Your voice breathless, and he can only smile.  Eyebrows furrowing with the anticipation of the oncoming orgasm.

“Feel you squeezing me so tight.  Want you to let go.”  The gentle movements of his hands cause your head to tilt back with your eyes closed tightly, and then his fingers pinch your nipples.  “Cum.” His grip tightens and you feel yourself gush all over him.  His seeds spurting deeply in your cunt.  The warmth of him nearly making you cum again.  Your body trembles as you come down from your high.

Falling down on top of him, Robert’s fingers brush on your back.  “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.  But we’re going to have to go over some rules.” “What type of rules are these?” you curiously ask.

“First rule...you’re mine.  I’m not big on sharing.  And you will get a divorce, or I will kill him.”

“What’s the second rule?”

“If I continue, you’re stuck with me.  So what will it be?”

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[littlelioncub43]

He Sees You When You’re Sleeping (And He Knows When You’re Awake)

Summary: Your next door neighbor, Robert, doesn’t celebrate Christmas, but there was one thing that was on his wishlist—you. 

Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Female! Reader, neighbor AU!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY(minors DNI, please, I mean it), breaking and entering, non con themes but nothing non con happens, mentions of murder, stalking, Robert being a peeping Tom, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, pussy spanking, d/s dynamic, degradation, bondage, knife kink, Daddy kink, obsessive behavior, possessive sex, creampie, masturbation (m), claiming kink, filth. Just. filth. This has dark themes. You are in control of your media consumption. I love you.

Word Count: 5k and some change.

A/N: This is my submission for Happy Hoe-lidays Writing Challenge! I absolutely love Mr. Freezy. Much more than I should. But, writing this was so much fun! I have so many more Freezy fics planned out for the coming year, so I hope you stick around to read them when I eventually write them. Thank you all so much for reading and reblogging! I love hearing back from you guys! 

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The Christmas lights that hung around the neighborhood twinkled with a sort of artificial jolliness that made Robert scowl. It didn’t take much to make him sneer, but that addition of Christmas lights, snowmen, reindeer, and other bullshit lawn decorations were the cherry on top of the shit-show of the season. Parking his truck in the garage, he tossed his large duffle bag to his work table with a sigh. There were far too many knots in his back, bruises littered his sides from the fight that the mark put up, he was hungry and he was 90% sure that there was nothing to eat in his fridge. It was another shitty Christmas Eve. With another annoyed sigh, he stomps through his house to the shower; he needed to get the dried blood out from under his nails or he was going to go bat shit crazy.

The hot shower definitely helped some of his aches, his muscles no longer whining with fatigue. He was halfway relaxed when the doorbell rang. The chirpy ding-dong of the bell brought a wave of rage over him. Dressing in a pair of comfortable jeans and a random t shirt, he barreled for the door. “I swear to fucking God, if it’s Chuck, I’m gonna kill the fat bastard,” he snarled to himself.

Whipping the door open, with his long hair still damp and his lips poised to tell Chuck to fuck off and leave him alone, he recoiled in surprise. You stood on his porch with a small smile, the smile died when you saw the rage on his face, concern took over your beautiful features.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve come at a bad time,” you said smoothly, your voice was always so calm, “I saw you come in and thought you might be hungry.” In your hands you held a medium size container. Even through the lid, Robert could smell the enticing aroma of the hot meal. “It’s that chicken you liked so much.”

Robert’s face softened the moment he saw you, he couldn’t help it, especially when you bring him food. You offered him the container, which he takes with a smirk. His eyes raking over your figure as he leans against the door frame. “Thank you, Princess, just what I needed.”

The bashful smile you give him ignites a deep sense of pride within him, he always felt that way around you; he wanted to devour you completely, to consume every part of you until you were a part of him and he a part of you. You look up at his hulking frame through your lashes, loving how he looks at you, his eyes smoldering with an enchanting darkness. You always thought he had such interesting eyes; powerful pools of blue with insidious sparks that stayed hidden behind his glasses. You thought he was beautiful. Martha says he scares her shitless, but you didn’t care, as long as she stayed clear of Robert. Everyone in the neighborhood knew that he was your Bobby, just like they knew that you were his Princess.

“It’s no problem,” you assure him, “I’ll get going, don’t wanna bother you anymore than I already have,” before Robert could stop you, you were turning to head back to your house next-door. Before you descended the steps of his porch, you turned back to him with a flirty smile, “Merry Christmas, Bobby.”

He gives you a wink, feeling his jeans tighten at the sultry tone you use, the smirk staying on his face as he watches you enter you home. He shuts the door and makes for the kitchen, his half hard cock can wait, his empty stomach, on the other hand, cannot. Dinner was delicious as always, he had a weakness for your cooking. The only thing he misses about that cunt of an ex-wife of his was the home cooking. You’d given him enough to have leftovers for tomorrow, always so considerate. He checked the clock as he drank the rest of his beer. It was almost time.

Walking through the house, he slowly shut off the lights one by one. Each room dimmed perfectly to make you think he was asleep. Once he reached his bedroom, he quietly settled into the armchair in front of his window. He had the perfect view of your room from here, the houses were close enough that he didn’t need binoculars to see you, and you apparently hated the concept of curtains, leaving the view into your bedroom unobstructed.

Robert couldn’t help but lick his lips as he waited in the dark for you to start getting ready for bed. He knew your routine by heart at this point: you showered, put on lotion, combed your hair, put on clothes, then went to bed. Sometimes, if he was lucky enough, you’d give him a little show. You’d pull out that little toy from the bottom drawer of your nightstand and show him how cute you look when you cum.

When your bathroom door opens, Robert practically groans with excitement, the newest pair of panties he swiped from your hamper held tightly in his fist. He unzips his fly as you move around the room, dressed only in a fluffy towel, his dick already throbbing with need. Robert wraps the silky panties around his base, sighing when the cool fabric rested against his heated skin. You begin to apply your lotion, the last time he was in your room he couldn’t help but smell the bottle, and the cocoa butter scent quickly became one of his favorites. Your hands glide over your smooth skin slowly, Robert’s hand around his cock matches your pace, until you drop the towel to the floor. It was going to be a merry Christmas, indeed.

Humming to yourself, you shut off the shower and wrapped yourself in your favorite towel. Swinging the bathroom door open, you check the time and smile to yourself; he should be watching you right about now. You’d noticed him a little over 7 months ago; those adorable glasses of his caught the reflection of the nearby streetlight. Ever since then, you both had a routine: you’d eat your dinner around 9, do a last minute sweep through of the house, watch the lights in Bobby’s house shut off one by one at 9:15, take a shower, and by 9:30 he was sat in his room to watch you get ready for bed by 10.

Of course, now knowing that you had an audience, you couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him. Standing to put your lotion on, sometimes wearing your expensive silk robe while you dance around your room (swaying your hips a little more than usual)—but today. Oh, today, you pulled out the big guns. It was Christmas after all.

You let the towel fall from around your middle, revealing your body in all its naked glory. You had to stifle a pleased smirk at the thought of what Bobby might be thinking of your little gift. Sighing, you continue with your routine, massaging your lotion into your skin with a little more sensuality than normal. A devious smirk takes over your features as you pretend to drop your comb. Turing your back to the window, you bend at the waist, giving Bobby a perfect view of your glistening pussy. You stay bent for a moment before popping back up and finishing your routine. Before you know it, you were dressed in your silkiest pajama set and switching out the light.

“Goodnight, Bobby,” you talk to his window, “hope you enjoyed the show.”

You crawl into bed, and drift off into a comfortable sleep.

Robert’s hand moved in quick, short motions over his shaft, beads of precum dribbling from his aching tip, his balls heavy with need. As you methodically apply your lotion, Robert can’t help but growl, his hand tightens around his cock in his frustration. He feels the high he so desperately wants teasing him at the base of his spine, his thick legs twitching as he thrusts into his hand. The delicious softness of the panties offer him some relief, but his mind wanders to how soft your skin must be, and how much softer that little slice of heaven between your thighs must be. He sees the comb drop and immediately speeds his hand up.

“Oh fuck! Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, c’mon bend over for me, Princess, bend over for Daddy,” he mumbles to himself, his gaze locked on the silky skin of your back, willing you to bend over.

“Fucking hell!” He curses loudly when you do give him what he wants, your folds shine in the soft lamp light, your thighs look plush, and, God, your ass—he would murder the whole block just to bite it. The glorious view only last a few seconds, far too short if Robert was being honest.  You get dressed rather quickly, much to his dismay. When you go to turn the light out, he can see your lips moving, your eyes on his window. A deep growl rumbled in his chest. You knew.

He didn’t like that.

He tucked himself back into his jeans, his fingers petting the gusset of your underwear absentmindedly as he glared at your now dark window. You knew he was watching. How long had you known? You obviously didn’t mind him watching or else you would have called the police. You’d been letting him watch you undress for weeks or months, and you never made a move— and that’s what pisses him off so much. How long could he have been fucking you? How long could he have been making you cum on his cock rather than that pathetic toy you have? How long have you been denying him what he deserves?

Another snarl, he stands up and stomps off to the garage, your panties tucked into his back pocket like they always are. His duffle bag was already packed, he had everything he needed right there waiting for him. Leaning against his work bench, he lit a cigarette to calm him down. If he was gonna do this, he didn’t want to be sloppy about it. He looked at the clock, it was 10:27.

“11 o’clock,” he muttered to himself with a nod. He was gonna wait until 11. You’d be asleep, you wouldn’t wake up, you were a rather heavy sleeper and he found that out the hard way.

Another cigarette and a glass of water later, Robert was slipping on his boots. He didn’t bother putting on a jacket, it was a short walk from his house to yours. He hummed a Christmas song he heard on the radio as he double checked his duffle, making sure that everything he needed was there. With a satisfied smile, he zipped the bag and slung it over his shoulder. It was time.

Your lock was no match for him, it never was. A handful of turns with his lock picking kit and he was in— you really should install a better deadbolt. He shut the door silently behind him, locking it, too, for good measure. The house was dark and silent, the subtle whirring of the overhead fan and a gentle hum of your heater was all that stirred in the house. He tip toed his way to the stairs, he knew which floorboards and stairs creaked by heart, and with expert steps, avoided each one perfectly.

Your bedroom door was left open, like always. He saw the outline of your sleeping form underneath your duvet cover, your back towards him as you dreamt. Robert felt his heart pound in his chest, the adrenalin kept his senses sharp, any small noise or movement you made had him stopping in his tracks and holding his breath. You rolled on to your back with a sleepy sigh, your face serene and calm in the glowing lights from outside. You were absolutely beautiful, Robert was sure that he’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there staring at you, but the small noise you made was enough to break him out of his trance. He wasn’t here to just look at you. Setting the duffle bag on the floor next to your bed, he opened it quietly and got to work.

You sighed as consciousness began to creep back into you. You moved to rub your eyes but your hands didn’t budge. With a confused look, you tried again, tugging harder on the seemingly invisible force that held your arms down. Something cold and sharp pressed against the curve of your throat to keep you from fighting. You shivered when you noticed the cold air that enveloped you. Your duvet pushed to the foot of your bed without a thought, then you felt something moving on top of you. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness around you, you saw the outline of a figure looming over you. You would have been frightened if you hadn’t recognized his long hair. You smiled sleepily up at him.

“Hi, Bobby,” you rasped, and blinked your eyes a few more times to see him clearly. There he was, straddled on top of you, his face set in a cold yet lustful expression. Your greeting caught him off guard, his eyes widening in shock when you smiled at him and relaxed further into your bed. He was ready for you to scream, to kick, to beg for mercy and swear that you wouldn’t tell a soul about this; he wasn’t ready for this. When he swallowed thickly but said nothing, you chuckled lowly, stretching a little underneath him, “whatcha doin’?”

Your devious little smirk brought back his voice, you were teasing him again.

“Had to pay you a little visit for that stunt you pulled earlier,” he trailed the knife along the column of your throat, taking note of how you shivered when it touched your heated skin, “just couldn’t stay away any longer.”

“Mmm, I was wondering how long it’d take before you did,” you chuckled again, the anger from earlier bubbling up again in Robert’s chest.

“How long?” His voice was hard. You knew what he meant.

“Since May.”

A low growl rumbled in his throat. He didn’t like that at all.

“Seven months? You’ve been keeping me from your sweet little cunt for seven months?” He spat, the bulge at the front of his jeans rut into your stomach as he leans over you, one hand braced by your head. When you said nothing and instead looked up at him through your lashes, it was his turn to chuckle lowly under his breath. “Oh, Princess, I’m gonna have to punish you for that.”

“O-Ok,” you nodded, your panties were soaked the moment you felt him on top of you. Robert groaned under his breath at your compliance, you were already being such a good girl. You twisted against the ropes holding your hands above your head. “Bobby, untie me, wanna touch you,” you asked softly. You could see him thinking it over, “Please? I’ve been extra good this year.”

“Oh, have you, Princess?” He asks skeptically, his knife trailing down the front of the cream silk tank top, he loved how you shivered with excitement when he teased the hem of your top with the blade. His hips moving gently rocking into you to make you feel how hard he is. You hum with a nod, biting your lip as he moulds his body to yours. “You think that teasing me like that makes you a good girl?”

The harsh edge to his voice has another wave of slick staining your panties and a small moan slipping past your lips. You see his pleased smirk clearly in the dark. You lick your bottom lip and regain your senses. “No, it doesn’t… but haven’t I been so good for you this year? Made you dinner, helped you with your laundry, kept those pesky neighbors of ours away from you,” you leaned up a little, your eyes on his pulls him down closer to you, your noses barely touching, “haven’t let anyone touch me all year, saved myself all for you—doesn’t that make me a good girl, Bobby?”

He snarls and smashes his lips to yours, the kiss is all tongue and teeth, he overpowers you easily. You mewl into his mouth, kissing him back as best you can as he devours you, the little noises you make go straight to his cock. Your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen but you absolutely love it, his saliva mixes with yours as his tongue explores your mouth in greedy swipes. When he pulls back to gasp for air, you can’t help but whine and chase his lips, but the blade of the knife forces you to stay down.

“You’re gonna take your punishment like the good girl you are, then maybe I’ll let you go,” he bites out, his eyes crazed with power. He loved the way you nodded and took what he gave you, he knew you were different from other women already. They hated when he got too rough or slapped them around a bit in bed, but you—oh, he knows you can take it. If not, then… oh, well. He gives you a twisted smile, the sharp blade of his knife suddenly ripping down the front of your tank top. You gasp as he cuts the top to shreds, pushing the offensive fabric out of the way of your bare chest. You wish you could say that your nipples were hard because of the cold, but you couldn’t help yourself; not when the man you’ve been lusting for for over a year was literally tearing your clothes off.

The moment your chest is exposed to him, Robert wastes no time wrapping his mouth around as much of your breast as he could. The knife clatters to the floor as he tosses it behind him with a groan, his hand now free to pinch the other side. You keen for him, and your moans are everything he’s ever dreamed about; his tongue is just as unforgiving on your chest as it was in your mouth, it moves in rough, passionate swipes around your nipple. His hand pinches your bud, massaging the supple flesh eagerly. Your body writhes underneath him as you moan, your head tips back on to the pillows as he switches between your tits, his saliva coating his chin and the heated skin of your chest. “Oh, my God, Bobby, yes!”

He smirks proudly, his ego inflating with each praise you sing for him. A rough calloused hand dips down to the apex of your thighs to pet the damp spot on your shorts. When his digits feel the wetness there, he can’t help but moan happily. You were drenched.

“Aw, Princess, you’re soaked,” he taunted, “such a needy fucking cunt, just beggin’ for me to play with her, ain’t she?” He chuckled darkly when you nodded and thrust into his hand. His eyes stayed glued to yours, his gaze darkening with lust, his pupils blown wide. “How many months, Princess?”

“Seven…” You whisper, your chest heaving with excitement.

“Seven,” he confirmed and pulled your shorts and panties down in one harsh movement, the cool air hitting your core made you shiver once more. He placed his jean clad thigh between yours, his hand pushing your thigh out to expose you to him, he squeezes the flesh there, silently telling you to keep it open for him. Once he was in position, he gripped your jaw to make you meet his eyes again. “Seven.”

Suddenly, his hand came cracking down on your exposed pussy. You wailed at the shocks of pain that shot through you, they quickly fizzled into pleasure as he pet your folds to calm the sting briefly before he slapped your pussy again with a growl. The sting was excruciating but exquisite at the same time, you were a mess beneath him, babbling his name and curses as he spanked you seven times. Robert’s palm was coated in a layer of your juices, your puffy little folds were red from his slaps, a pool of your arousal was gathering beneath you on the bed. He couldn’t stand to wait anymore.

“Such a good girl, took it like I knew you would, knew you’d fucking love it, God, you’re such a dirty little slut,” he mumbled quickly as he tore his shirt over his head, his eyes locked on your form; hands above your head, leaving you helpless and vulnerable, your face blissed out, your legs spread and waiting for him— he wanted to remember this moment forever.

“Bobbyyyy,” you whined for him, writhing and pulling at the ropes again, your bottom lip jutting out. He smirked and undid his belt and fly as quickly as he possibly could with fumbling hands.

“I said maybe, Princess, never said I’d untie you,” he says gruffly and pushes his pants and boxers off to the floor.

You catch a glimpse of his cock in all its uncut glory. He’s a monster; thick and long. There was no way that you wouldn’t feel him for days after, even if he was gentle with you. But knowing Bobby, he wasn’t going to be gentle. It had you drooling with need, you like your lips without a second thought. His dark laugh pulls your eyes back to his face as he wraps a large hand around his base to stroke himself. “I’ll fuck that sweet mouth of yours after, been dreaming of fucking your little pussy until you’re crying and begging me to stop…”

“Mmm but you won’t stop, will you, Bobby?” You grin seductively up at him, his cock flexing at your words.

“Not a fucking chance,” he growls and speeds his hand up. He settles between your legs, your thighs spread so wide that the stretch almost hurts. You welcome it, you want it to hurt, you want to remember everything he gave you.

He rubs his length through your soft folds, coating himself in your slick. Your head lifts from the pillows to watch him rub against you, you mewl when his tip catches at your entrance. A strong hand roughly grabs your jaw again, forcing you too look up into his icy blue eyes, his stare cold, and for a moment you want to giggle. This is why they call him Mr. Freezy.

“Fucking look at me, I want to see your face when I split you open,” he grits through his teeth. You nod, licking your lips before he snaps his hips forwards. You let out a shriek, your eyes rolling back in your head, as you arch your back to cling to him. God, you’d kill to have your hands untied.

Robert waits a moment, moaning with you and relishing the feeling of your hot snatch welcoming him home. He feels that anger creeping back, he can’t believe you denied him heaven for so long. He smashes his lips against yours again then sets a brutal pace, every fiber in his being telling him to pound you into the mattress until you’re sobbing. So that’s what he does.

“Seven months, seven fucking months, Princess,” he pants out in a gravelly voice, his hands paw at your flesh, roaming from place to place, pinching and groping to his heart’s content, “coulda been fucking you silly all this time, instead of watching you, God, I had to watch you touch yourself, touch what’s mine, what should have been mine the moment I fucking saw you!”

He was pounding into you violently now, the whole bed frame shaking and slamming into the walls in time with his thrusts. With your hands bound above your head, you can do nothing but take it, and you love it. Your mind shutting down as he continues his vicious pace, all you can do it moan for him. He growls when he feels your pussy begin to flutter around him, and in one fluid motion, he brings his hands to your thighs and spreads you even further, his hips driving forward to push even deeper into you.

“O-Oh, fuck! Daddy!” You scream in a wavering voice, your eyes widening in shock; no one has ever been that deep before, he was touching places you never knew you had.

The moment the title rolled off your tongue, Bobby was a goner. There was no way in hell he was ever going to let you go now. Not when you’re so perfect. Not a chance. He lets out his own shaky moan before curling over you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck. Grunt after grunt falls from his lips, your melodic moans fill his ear, he could hear you gasping for breath after each thrust he gives you, his tip rubbing that special spot inside of you that had you nearly sobbing.

“Please, Daddy, please!” You beg, your fists shaking with need, your head leaning against his in a bid to hold him to you with your hands bound. One huge hand leaves your aching thighs to find you clit. Once he felt that little swollen button, he drew circles nearly as rough as his thrusts. He couldn’t help but growl when you velvety snatch clamped down even tighter like a wet fucking fist around him. He brought his lips to your ear to whisper to you.

“Pussy doesn’t want me to leave, does she? Just wants me to stay inside forever, wants me to fucking fill her up, cum so deep inside her that you can never get rid of me… God, you’re so fucking good, Princess, so fucking good, m’gonna give you what you need, and you’re gonna fucking take it, do you hear me?”  He tells you, his own high creeping up on him, his balls full and heavy.

You nod and whimper, “yes, Bobby! I’ll take it, please gimme it, Daddy, want it, want it bad!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, take it, you greedy bitch,” he whispers breathlessly, his own mind beginning to get lost in the never ending waves of pleasure. His hand strumming your clit in sloppy patterns, his excitement getting to him. The pit in the base of your tummy pulls tighter and tighter until you can’t take it anymore, you shatter completely. Your back arches dramatically as you cum, your body thrashing against the rope, you see star erupt behind your shut eyes, your thighs shake and tremble around his waist.

The moment you cum, Robert lifts his head to watch you fall over the edge. If he thought you were beautiful before, then you were ethereal when you came on his cock. Watching you fall apart proved to be too much for him to handle, he follows you over the edge nearly immediately. His back arching as well, giving you the perfect view of his face, his skin was dewey with sweat, his glasses had been lost at some point, his eyes crossed ever so slightly before shutting completely, his jaw hung open slack as he let out a long, wavering moan. His hands claw at your skin to pull you closer, closer, closer, he loved how your supple body bent to his will, your hips grind against his to milk your highs for all their worth.

The waves of pleasure slowly but surely began to subside, exhaustion took over Robert. His arms gave out and he opted to rest on top of you, his large shoulders heaving to catch his breath. You loved feeling him on top of you, your chests rising and falling in sync as you bask in the afterglow. His rough hands slide over the scratches and claw marks he left behind slowly, massaging the welts that wanted to form for a brief moment before lifting his head up. He wastes no time again in smashing his lips to yours, he’s still forceful but he moves much slower, tiredness taking hold. The kisses are sloppy and spit-filled, just how you like it. The air was once again stolen from your lungs as he kissed you; but he was more than just kissing you, he was owning you, reaffirming to both of you that you belong to him now.

“Bobby, please,” you mumbled against his lips, it was a soft plea that he listened to. Without moving his lips, he untied your hands from the bed post. A soft sigh fluttered against your skin when you were finally able to cradle his face, pulling him even deeper into the kisses if possible. You push a hand through his hair, your nails gently scraping his scalp. Robert can’t help but wonder what those nails would feel like leaving gouges on his back, the thought had his cock twitching, still rock hard inside of you. A small moan of surprise broke your lips from his when he started to rock into you again. You look up at him with doe eyes, shocked to feel him pulsing with need inside your abused cunt. He couldn’t help but smirk and chuckle.

“Oh, Princess, I’m nowhere near done with you just yet,” he growled proudly and slammed into your g spot once more, your nails digging into the meaty curve of his shoulder, his pace slower but still hard. Looking over his shoulder to check the clock, he sees it’s a little past 1:00. With a grin, he turns back to you. “Well, would you look at that. It’s Christmas,” he mouths at the sensitive skin below your ear, sucking deep marks into your skin—another way of claiming you, “the season of giving,” he moans when you move your hips in time with his, “let’s see how many more you can give me before the sun comes up.”

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Mr. Freezy Pops Masterlist

Life would have been so much easier for you if you didn’t have a random run in with Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge.  Or was the meeting that random?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Drabbles:

Sun Bathing, Little Bit of Blood, Pretty Girl Confessions, Who’s Your Daddy, Psychotic Trio, X-Cross, Extra Sensitive, A Mouth Almost as Good as..., Merry Christmas Freezy Baby, Make a Mess

Imagines: (these are requests and not part of Freezy/Pretty Girl/Cherry’s timeline)

I’m Not Him, It Was an Accident, Visiting Robert with the Twins, We’re Keeping It, Paul Returns, Then There Was Four

Headcanons:

Life With Paul

Sweet Cherry Pops: The Sequel

Read in Chronological Order

A/N: this is a dark!fic. Each part will have tags at the beginning of the story.  Elements in this story will include dub con, murder, dead bodies, secrets, lies, branding, and heavy/dark smut.  YOU are the one responsible for the content you consume.

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

[abbatoirablaze]

School Days AU, The Professors, Chapter 6

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings:  angst, a/b/o dynamics, rejected nest, coercion, manipulation, dubcon/noncon relationship, threats

Tom was beyond drunk as he stepped onto the porch of the immaculately decorated cottage.  A few hours ago, he had felt like dirt when he saw that his cell phone read 9 PM and that he had no messages from his mate.  But he also knew why she wasn’t reaching out to him.  She didn’t have a way to, and he hadn’t spoken to her since before either of them had their revelations. 

He knew where he should have been, but after the disaster that was the entirety of his day, he wasn’t entirely sure that he could do it sober.  No, Tom was terrified not only of the implications and what it could mean for him and his new mate, but of his own feelings.  She looked so mortified to see him teaching her class. 

What if she rejected him? 

“What are you looking at?”

Tom looked to Sebastian, his equally drunk companion who had his brow raised at him, “my phone…”

“No shit,” the younger alpha laughed, clapping his friend on the shoulder, “you’ve been staring at it for ten minutes.  You’re looking at it like you’re waiting for something…did you expect her to call you or something?  What’s going on, with you?”

Tom frowned even further.  And he realized an error on his part.  She didn’t have his number.  She couldn’t call or text him.  She couldn’t so much as send him an email, unless she was willing to send him one through his school email.  And she was so professional about everything involving school that he knew despite her being an omega, she wouldn’t allow her hindbrain to win that battle. 

Tom took a deep breath and released a heavy sigh, “I-I never gave her my number.  I-I just realized that she can’t contact me.”

Sebastian laughed as he tipped back his beer, “well in your defense, you two were doing something a little bit more important…I mean, you realized that she was your mate and you acted on it.  She can’t fault you for that, can she?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, suddenly more upset with himself than ever.  Not only had he found out that Emily was a student and not a professor, but one of his own students.  And while she was his mate, a marked one, he’d never even so much as given her a way to contact him, “I-I feel like a shit alpha though…she should at least have my number, right?  What if during that week of our little paradise something had happened when I was teaching?  Sh-she wouldn’t have been able to contact me.”

Sebastian shrugged, “I mean, I’m not going to disagree with you on that.”

“Emily,” the drunken alpha whimpered, lightly knocking on the door.  A hiccup pushed past his lips, and his head felt like it was filled with cement as he leaned against the door frame, “Em…I’m sorry…please open the door, mate…I’m an idiot!  Please…omega?”

His little knocks were lost on him, as the omega in question had fallen asleep, tearfully, in the guest bedroom just forty minutes prior, thinking that she had been abandoned by her mate for the same reasons he was fearful of. 

But Tom sighed, leaning more against the door frame, feeling as though his little mate was not only ignoring him, but giving him a soft rejection.  He began to feel entirely too warm in his sport coat and button-up.  Stripping off the sport coat, he unbuttoned his shirt, and laid against the cool wood in front of the door.

“I’m not leaving you, my sweet omega.  My perfect little mate who I will one day fill with pups,” the drunken alpha whispered to himself.  His hand caressed the bottom of the door frame as he continued his drunken musings, “I’m a shit alpha for not coming home sooner, but I love you and I will beg for your forgiveness until it is received.  I’ll stay here day and night if I must…I’ll do it for you, my sweet omega.”

He continued repeating similar sweet nothings to himself until his hazy mind allowed itself to fall into a dreamless slumber. 

“What are you doing here?”

Tom groaned at the small but harsh nudge, which felt more like a kick, to his hip.  His stomach lurched at the contact as his head reminded him that it hated him for drinking so much last night.  Tom groaned again when he felt a similar kick a little higher to his side.  His eyes fought the spots that appeared in his vision when he forced his eyes open, battling both his hangover and the obscene light that was shining from the sun.

“Shit, it’s bright.”

“Are you drunk, Professor Hiddleston?”

“The correct term is hungover, mate,” he said with a half chuckle, trying to make a joke as he sat up.  Emily frowned even further, keeping her own tears at bay while looking at her mate.  He was chaotic at best.  His sport coat had been left halfway up the porch steps, and his button-up was halfway off his body, twisted around and caught on his left arm, looking like it’d been mostly torn off before he gave up on that as well.  His car door was still open, and she could see one of his shoes hanging on the lip of the door, keeping it from being closed.  She fought the urge to help him up as she looked at her half-naked mate, sitting on the porch in front of her, “I-I tried to come home…but…I realized I don’t know where the key is.”

“I was up until nearly one AM waiting for you.”

Tom could hear the sadness in her voice.  The rejection.  He fought against the migraine tugging at the seams of his mind as he tried to focus on her.  While she wasn’t crying, Tom could see the blotchiness on her cheeks…the puffiness of her eyes.  And it had broken Tom’s heart.

She had cried over him last night. 

“Mate…”

“Don’t call me that,” she hissed angrily, “a mate wouldn’t do that to his other half.  A mate wouldn’t abandon me like that.”

Tom frowned at the anger that laced her voice, “but you are my mate.”

“What kind of mate leaves his mate after that kind of revelation?  I was terrified, and left alone, Tom,” she squeaked, the distress in her tone making her scent sour, “what kind of alpha leaves his omega heartbroken like that.”

“Not a very good one,” he frowned.  She scoffed, and Tom pushed himself up until he was on his knees, grasping at her hips to pull her closer.  His jaw nuzzled against her hips as he inhaled her scent deeply, “I-I’ll leave if you tell me to…but I wanted to be here.  I had to be here when you woke up…I-I’m just scared.  I never thought that I’d find my mate, let alone in a student, Emily.  I don’t want to lose my job…but I can’t stand the thought of losing you…just tell me what to do, omega…you’re what matters to me the most.”

Emily sighed, “get up, Tom…you’ll probably be late for your classes if you don’t get to work.”

“Emily, none of that matters…don’t you get what I’m saying?” he sighed, getting to his feet.  He kept his hold on her as he looked deep into her eyes, “I don’t care about my job if you’re still upset with me, omega.”

“I have to go to work, anyways…” she mumbled, breaking eye contact, “w-we couldn’t talk even if I wanted to talk to you…which right now, I don’t.”

“I-I don’t want to leave, Em,” he said sadly, feeling slightly rejected by the fact that she didn’t automatically stop to think about staying with him, “I know I fucked up…but I don’t want to leave.  I’m not going to abandon you…I’m serious about that.  I’ll stay here day and night if that means the chance that you’ll say a few words to me at a time.”

Emily pushed away the tears that threatened to bite her cheeks.  She gave a heavy sigh and wiped angrily at her cheeks to make sure she didn’t start crying again.  She looked away from him and shook her head, “I-I really do have to go to work, Tom.”

“L-let me stay?” he asked softly, practically a step away from begging her, “I-I’ll be home waiting for you when you get back…we can talk then.  Please…I just…I don’t want to leave.  I’ll sit on the porch all day if I have to.”

“Fine.” She sighed to herself and unlocked the door once more, letting Tom in, “I’m not going to make you sit on the porch…we’re going to talk when I get home.  And it’s going to be a very serious conversation Tom…what happened last night is never going to happen again…i-if we do stay together…”

He gave her a hopeful look and instantly pulled her to his chest.  His heart raced and he was happy, knowing that she was willing to give him some semblance of a chance, “I-I will be here…I promise…and I know…”

“I’m only doing this because we’ve already marked each other,” she admitted sadly.  Tom frowned, pulling away from her slightly.  She sounded pained by her own admission.  He nodded, showing that he understood, “I-I’ll be home around five…i-if you have to leave, there’s a spare key under the potted plant by the door…”

“Five…okay…I-I’ll see you then!” he agreed.  Tom leaned forward, hoping that she would allow him to kiss her.  She turned away when he went for her lips.  And while he did kiss her cheek, he frowned a little more, “I promise.  I-I won’t leave you again, my love.  I’m an idiot, but I won’t do-”

“Tom?”

Tom turned back, stopping himself from going inside, “yes omega?”

“You might want to clean up your little drunken adventure,” she replied sadly, looking back to the driveway.  Tom blushed, and nodded at her, heading back to collect the shirt that he’d thrown off when he got up, as well as his sport coat and shoe.  His keys were still in the ignition, and he noticed that he’d left the car running all night, “if you need gas, I have some in the shed…you can put it in the car until you’re able to get to a station.”

“Thank you, omega…”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she grumbled as she bit her lip, “we still have to talk when I get home, alpha…and there will be rules.  This isn’t happening again…I’m very serious about that.”

He nodded once more, toeing off his other shoe once he got in the house, dropping his clothes in a pile by the door.  She frowned at him once more as she closed the door behind him.  For a brief moment she wanted to cave into her hindbrain and just spend the day with Tom. 

Her inner wolf was running around in her mind, happy that her alpha hadn’t truly abandoned her, but she was far from okay with the fact that he thought it would be perfectly acceptable to just show up on her doorstep hung over.  With a heavy sigh she padded down the steps to leave.  Tom heard her car pulling away a few moments later, and he looked around to the cottage. 

Her scent was normally so sweet and fragrant.  But he could smell the distress in the living room.  Her scent had slightly soured, and it made him feel like a terrible person for even going to have drinks with Sebastian, even though it did give him the clarity he needed. He felt his heart lurching at the thought that she must have waited in the living room for him, watching the door for him to walk through.

The first thing that Tom did was go up to the stairs, knowing that he’d seen a computer in her spare bedroom.  He needed to send out an email to his classes, giving them an assignment and cancelling class for the day.  But his mind paused as he passed the main bedroom.  The scent seemed especially pungent in front of the door. 

With a heavy sigh, he opened the door.  And while the scent hadn’t soured inside of the room, he could tell that it was stale.  His heart broke a little bit more as he realized that she hadn’t slept in the room last night.  She must have stood outside the door, arguing with herself on whether or not to go in.  While he understood her not being in the nest, it had upset him slightly.  He mentally put that on a list of things to fix up and do for the day while she was at work. 

But first…the guest room.  To cancel his classes. 

His frown got even worse the closer he got to the room.  He could smell her so much that he realized where she’d spend the night.  Alone, in the guest bedroom of her own home, because she couldn’t stand the thought of being rejected by him.  

Tom knew in the moment that he’d opened the door to the guest room that he’d had more than his fair share of things to make up for when she came home tonight.

Sebastian frowned when he saw Alana in class on Monday.  He hadn’t seen her since Thursday afternoon when they parted in the park, and while he’d given her his number, she had yet to utilize it.  He also noticed that she was unnaturally quiet and hadn’t corrected him when he purposely flubbed a quote from Socrates.  Nor had she bothered making eye contact with him. 

No, he could tell that not only was she uncomfortable, but she was also rejecting the idea of even looking at him.  It made his stomach turn, and it felt like a soft rejection, something that he wasn’t comfortable with.

“Miss. Moore, can you please stay after class?” he requested once he’d managed to dismiss everyone, “there is a few things that I’d like to go over with you!”

She sighed, and Sebastian noticed a few guys in the back row spare her a glance before heading out of the classroom.  Alana bit her lip, looking back to the door of the lecture hall, before collecting her bag and heading to the front where he stood, “y-you needed to see me, Professor Stan?”

“Yes,” he nodded.  He watched as the rest of the students emptied out before he leaned in a little closer to her, “y-you didn’t call…or even text me this weekend.  I-is everything okay?  I didn’t mean to offend you if I did that…”

“P-Professor Stan, is this about schoolwork, or no?”

Sebastian frowned, upset at the fact that she seemed to be distant from him.  She called him Professor Stan, and not Sebastian, like he’d insisted.  He reached out to put a hand on her arm and she shied away from him, “I-what’s wrong, Alana?”

“C-can we talk about this later?” she asked softly as her gaze returned to the back of the lecture hall where one of the exits was, “I-I have another class to get to, Professor Stan…and I can’t be late.”

“You can call me Sebastian, Ala-“

“Sebastian…I need to go,” she said firmly, looking back to the door once again, “Please.”

He frowned, gesturing to the back door, “fine…I-I guess I’ll see you later then…”

“Yeah…”

Sebastian waited, pacing like a dog waiting for its owner for the full hour.  Not only had she not shown up, but she hadn’t bothered to text him to let him know that she was cancelling.  He’d expected her to come to his office at five PM, as she’d originally scheduled, but by six he realized that she wasn’t coming.  No, she’d ghosted him. 

It had hurt his pride. 

Genuinely, it had. 

Sebastian was an alpha.  An alpha that wasn’t used to rejection.  Wasn’t used to women not falling all over themselves just to become closer to him.  Whether it was because of his family name, or his family’s wealth, a woman rejecting him was not a familiar feeling with him.  It made him feel all too insecure with himself, and it was a feeling that he certainly did not like. 

And that’s what made him decide to go the media wing.  He smiled, seeing Professor Nelson still in the classroom.  He raised his brow when he saw Sebastian. 

“Sebastian?  Do my eyes deceive me?” the professor joked.  Sebastian chuckled, knowing that neither man usually ventured into the other’s wing, “this is a rare sight indeed.  what are you doing here?”

He chuckled and ran his hand along the back of his neck, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I came down here.  Hopefully you can help me?”

“With?”

“A student of yours,” he said slowly, thinking of the lie as he spoke, “Miss. Moore…she uh-she shot me this past week…I hadn’t gotten a chance to see the photos.  She had to rush to her next class…and I didn’t know she had turned them in yet or not…”

“Alana, yes,” he smiled, turning back to his desk.  He waved Sebastian over and pulled up two photos from the series, “it was an amazing set.  She was able to have some great chemistry with you.  It’s impressive!  She’s a natural.”

Sebastian smiled, seeing the images, “she made me look younger.”

Professor Nelson chuckled, “no editing.  It was either black and white or color, and that was about as much editing as they were allowed.  She’s a good kid.  Shows a lot of promise.  I was surprised that she managed to get you to volunteer in all honesty.”

“Really?” he asked, quirking a brow, “why?”

“Well, I told the students to pick a model, and most of my students pick significant others or random people if they can’t find a friend,” he chuckled, “not usually professors.  Though, it did inspire me to approach a few other professors so that we can do live photo studies with them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “unfortunately, not many teachers outside of the media or art wing agreed.  They don’t want to ‘waste their time’ was the most common response.  I swear, most of them only are willing to do something if it benefits them.  What about the students?  This is their time to shine, right?”

“Assholes.”

“I’m actually glad you showed up,” he smiled as he turned back to pick up his phone from his desk, “I was going to send you an email today and ask you if you would be up for volunteering again…if not it’s fine, but I-“

“Can I work with Miss Moore again?” he asked, cutting his fellow colleague off, “I feel so awkward having my picture taken normally, but when she shot me, I just felt so calm and relaxed.  It felt natural, you know?”

“With a good photographer, it always does,” he smiled, nodding his head, “yeah.  I’d be okay with you working with her again…but the photo studies are going to go the rest of the semester with new sets being every other week.  I’m going to make it their finals.  Can you commit to at least two shoots a month?”

“If I’m paired with her I can.”

“Great,” he smiled happily, “I’ll send out an email to Miss Moore, and I’ll send you an email as well with the topics and list of shoots, that the two of you can accomplish.  I may end up having the two of you start this week that way you two can be my examples if that’s alright?”

“Sounds perfect,” Sebastian smiled, suddenly feeling like he was on top of the world, “I’m excited for this, Nelson.”

“Me too, Stan.”

“I don’t appreciate what you did, Professor Stan.”

Sebastian turned around, the smallest of smiles tugging at the corners of his lips when he saw her.  Alana looked beyond pissed off at him as she held her books in front of her.  He frowned.

“Nice to see you too, Miss. Moore…you missed your check-in on Monday.”

“So, you went and talked to my photography professor to make sure I’m stuck with you all semester?” she asked.  Sebastian bit the corner of his cheek and she glared at him, “that was a really low blow, Sebastian.”

“I wasn’t doing it to piss you off,” he said quickly, noticing the change in the way she addressed him, “I did it because I was worried.  Thursday was…amazing.  And it’s obvious that you feel a lot of the same things that I do-“

“You’re my professor.”

“And you’re my mate.”

Her mouth parted slightly, and Sebastian looked at her, waiting for a response.  She gave a heavy sigh, “I have a boyfriend, Sebastian…I-I really like him…and I don’t want to mess that up.”

Sebastian felt his heart plummet into the pit of his stomach.  He took a deep breath, “w-what?”

“I have a boyfriend,” she repeated softer.  She bit her lip and looked up to the older man, “I-I thought that I would be able to figure it all out on Thursday…and then I went to Bobby’s on Friday and I just…I couldn’t break up with him.  H-he told me that he thinks I’m his mate too…”

Sebastian frowned, “that’s impossible-“

“I’m not breaking up with him, Sebastian.  What he and I have is something…special,” she said quickly, cutting him off.  Sebastian could hear the uneven, nervous beating of her heart and the way that her scent was less fragrant, “he uh…he thinks I should drop your class and just wait until next semester and take it with a different professor…I-“

“But I’m your partner for your photography class now.”

“Yeah…” she frowned, “that makes this even more difficult.  It’s not fair of me to be dating Bobby and make you wait while I try to figure out what exactly I feel for him, so I’m not even going to consider asking that of you…but I also don’t want you to think that I’m going to leave him for you either, because I’m not.”

“S-so what are you going to do?”

“I’m not dropping your class,” she replied as she bit the corner of her lip, “or my photography class…Bobby won’t be happy, but I’m not pushing away my career because of what we did…but you may be seeing some of his brothers around.”

“Ala-“

“Please, Professor Stan…I think we should put as many barriers as we can between us,” she said sadly, “I-I think we should stick with our last names.  I-I’m also going to have one of his frat brothers or him with me every time we shoot…bec-“

“Because you don’t trust me.”

“Because Bobby doesn’t trust you…and quite frankly I don’t trust myself either,” she corrected.  She gave him a sad smile, “Bobby…well…he-he’s one of those super alpha ultra-macho guys.  He doesn’t think that we should be alone together to begin with…he doesn’t get that it’s a human thing and that I don’t feel the same things that an omega might…but I also don’t really get the whole shifter thing either…”

“You said that one of his frat brothers might be with you when we shoot if it’s not him?”

“Yeah,” she said slowly, “they’re all kind of dicks…so fair warning on that…”

“What frat?”

“Alpha Chi Rho…but listen…I-I should leave.  I have to get to my next class,” she sighed, “Professor Nelson told me that we’ll be the examples for the live studies…so I’ll message you later in the week to get a shoot done.”

Sebastian watched her sadly walk out of the classroom.  And his mind was on her the entire rest of the afternoon his mind also swirled around ‘Bobby’ and ‘Alpha Chi Rho.’  By the time he’d finished his classes for the day, he cancelled his office hours. He’d looked up where the Alpha Chi Rho house was, never having made himself familiar with it when he was part of his frat, and had every intention of telling ‘Bobby’ to back up and leave his mate alone. 

Which is how he found himself on Greek Row.  He sneered.  He, himself had been part of another frat, Phi Sigma Alpha, which ironically, was right across the street.  But he was well aware of the guys of Alpha Chi Rho.  If there was one thing that Alana was right about, it was the fact that the Rho’s were the super macho alphas of campus.  They were the only all alpha only fraternity, and that had always struck Sebastian as wrong.  They prided themselves on being ‘the best of the best,’ but all they really did was look down on anyone not an alpha.  And more often than not, they tended to be bullies. 

But it was a simple knock on the door that made his own testosterone go into overdrive.  He’d recognized two of the boys from the class that Alana had.  He couldn’t place them offhand, but he knew that if they were here, they must have been upperclassmen. 

One narrowed his eyes at Sebastian, “YO!  LOVER BOY ACTUALLY FUCKIN SHOWED!”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the younger man, “you were in my class.”

“Keepin an eye on our brother’s girl,” the second one commented.  The first, who had yelled through the house hit his ‘brother’s’ chest, “the hell Barnes…thinking cuz you’re VP I won’t hit ya back in front of a professor?”

“He don’t need to know shit,” ‘Barnes’ commented, “go be an actual adult and grab Bobby…he was upstairs with one of the pledges showing them around.”

Sebastian’s jaw clenched, “is that code for fucking another girl behind his girlfriend’s back?”

“What’s it to-“

“Shut up and get him Storm,” Barnes grumbled.  Storm disappeared from the door, and Barnes took up a majority of the frame, trying to intimidate the older man with his aura, “pretty brave of you to come here, prof…think your title saves you from dealing with us if you fuck with our brother’s girl?  We don’t have any problem kicking a professor’s ass because he crossed some lines.”

“Think threatening a professor makes you a bigger man?” Sebastian asked, narrowing his eyes at the younger man while throwing out his own aura.  Barnes sneered, but bared his neck after a few moments, submitting to him.  Sebastian smirked, “that’s right…I know how to deal with pups like you, Barnes.  Think you’re all big and bad because you’re a bit on the larger side for an alpha…that don’t mean shit.”

“Clear out.”

The others looked to see a larger man with a girl on his arm.  The omega was giggling as she clung to his side.  He could feel his aura from the door and Sebastian frowned. 

“You Bobby?”

“Bobby’s not coming downstairs,” the guy replied shortly as he pulled the omega closer to himself, “he’s busy.”

“Tell him I’m here to talk to him.”

“He doesn’t give a fuck, prof,” the guy responded, “and I’m president.  I’m saying he’s not coming downstairs, so he’s not coming downstairs.  I don’t feel like having the cops come here because he shredded some professor for harassing his girlfriend.”

“I’m not harassin-“

“Looks like that to me…hell, one of our brothers is a cop, and I know he’d hate to come back to the house and arrest yo,” the guy replied, quicker in his responses.  He patted the omega’s ass, “baby girl, go back upstairs.  Daddy’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”

“Yes daddy!” she giggled sweetly. 

He smiled and leaned down, giving her a gentle kiss to her forehead, “love you, mega.”

“Love you, alpha.” she purred.  When she turned away, Sebastian caught a mating mark on her neck, and he found himself looking back to the large alpha who had a matching on just below his mating gland.  The alpha himself was glaring at him.

“Didn’t I say clear out?” he growled, this time he threw his aura at the remaining guys by the door.  Barnes didn’t cave as easily, but he did turn away from him.  The guys grumbled about ‘missing the action’ before turning and heading upstairs or deeper into the house.  The large alpha exited and closed the door behind him, “you’re going to leave Bobby’s little toy alone, capiche?”

Sebastian growled at the way that he spoke about her, calling her a toy, “and what are you?  Bobby’s bodyguard?”

“I’m the president of Alpha Chi Rho, Curtis Everett…and I know who you are, Professor Stan.  It’s why I allowed Bobby to take some of the guys so they can watch over Alana.  I know you Sigma’s like to pretend to be the good guys, but you’re not.  She’s a human that doesn’t know the difference between a good alpha and a bad one…you aren’t what’s good for her,” he informed him firmly.  Sebastian tensed, feeling put off by him, “you’re going to stop this bullshit, fawning over his little toy.  You’re going to give her a passing grade and she’s not going to show to your classes anymore.  And the only time you’re going to be allowed to meet with her is when she’s stuck doing that stupid fucking photography class.  Understand, prof?”

Sebastian felt himself snarl, “that’s not up to you…”

“Bobby’s asked me to handle it, so I am,” Curtis said, narrowing his eyes, “now personally, I’d rather be knotting my mate…but since you decided to pull your bullshit, my attention is now split between her and this stupid little drama.  And when anything takes me away from my mate, I take it seriously.  So, you need to go find an omega your own age and stop kissing little school girls.”

“So, then you know my situation.”

“You kissed a claimed girl, professor,” Curtis chuckled darkly, “you scented her in a public fucking place…do you know how many pledges we had to throw at Bobby to get him calm enough that he wouldn’t kick your ass on sight?  He’s run through most of the alpha girls…cheating on his poor little plaything, because of you.  And that’s really on you, prof.  How’s it feel knowing you caused that, huh?  Feel like a big bad alpha now?”

“She obviously doesn’t matter to him if he’s fucking around.”

“She’s human,” he said, rolling his eyes, “she couldn’t handle an alpha rut.  Barely made it through his rut in the summer.  But Bobby wants to keep her around…likes her I guess.  And I’m going to help a brother out, because that’s what a good one does.”

“I’m not backing down, Curtis.”

“Fine,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.  Sebastian’s brow furrowed as the president started back into his house, “I gave you your warning prof, but Bobby doesn’t play fair…he’ll break your little fucking mate and not think twice about it if she doesn’t listen to every word he says.”

By the weekend Sebastian still hadn’t heard from Alana.  Meanwhile, Calista was having the opposite issue with Natasha. She’d had so many texts and calls from her that she had to turn her phone off and hand it over to Chris.  She was so upset by the fact that Natasha had alpha commanded her, that there was no way she could forgive her in any short time span, and thankfully, Chris was there for her.

“Are you going to tell me what just happened” Chris asked when they got back to Sebastian’s house, “I-I mean, if you don’t want to tell me, I understand, but it’s something that we will have to talk about eventually…you know that?  Right sweetie?”

She frowned, “I-I’ve been in an abusive relationship before…”

Chris frowned.  That was not what he had expected.  Calista lifted up her shirt and started lowering her pants to show Chris a scar. 

“I’m so sorry…”

“At first I didn’t think too much of it,” she offered with a sniffle, “I mean it was a cute little high school thing.  I thought he was just really protective of me.  He would always walk me to classes.  Always holding doors open.  Just all in all, he was always there.  Whenever I needed him.  But I realized that any time I didn’t agree with him he would alpha command me.”

Chris’ frown deepened, his mind instantly going back to the conversation from dinner where Natasha had bulldozed over her, “I-I’m sorry Calista.”

“Natasha knew about him,” she sighed, “he goes here too, but she made sure that our schedules were polar opposites, so-so I never see him.  He’s a trumpeter.  I mean, thankfully I haven’t seen him around, but I know he’s still here…and I just…well, the night I went to break up with him, he alpha commanded me to stab myself.”

Chris’ eyes bulged as they went back to her scar.  But he sat, frozen in his seat, “Cali-“

“He said he found out about Natasha…called me a dyke,” she whimpered, not able to maintain eye contact with him any longer, “he said that gays deserve to die…he pulled a knife from his bag and he commanded me to stab myself…I-I did…and he left me at the high school to bleed out in the band room.  If a janitor hadn’t have walked by…I-“

But she didn’t get to continue before Chris pulled her against his chest, his own tears blurring his vision, “no one is ever going to hurt you again, omega…I-I won’t let them.”

“I-I don’t want to think that Natasha would do anything like that,” she cried against his chest, fisting his shirt, “bu-but…she knew what he did.  She knew how I felt about the commands…and she did it…it just sent me back…I-“

“It’s okay baby,” Chris cried, holding her to his chest, “you don’t have to talk about it okay…you can stay with me as long as you want…we can get your schedule moved around…it-it’s still early enough in the school year…just say the word and I’ll take care of it.  Y-You won’t have to so much as see her if you don’t want to, Cal…but it’s entirely up to you.  Just tell me what you want, and we’ll do it.”

“I can’t see her, Chris…please…help me.”

“Good evening…”

“Hey…”

“You uh…you’re Chris’ omega?”

She nodded softly, “I-I can stay in his room if you want me to…”

“No, no,” he said quickly, shaking his head, “I just…I didn’t expect to see you.  Chris has been kind of hiding you the past few days…”

She frowned, “I’m sorry…Chris let me hide away in his room…I-uh…I’m kind of going through something.  With Natasha.”

“He told me,” he frowned, taking a beer from the fridge.  When she looked at it, he held it out to her, “do you want one?”

“I-uh…I’m nineteen.”

“You’re not planning on driving anywhere, are you?”

“I-I don’t have a car.”

He smiled and passed her one of the bottles after cracking it open.  Opening the fridge, he’d grabbed himself another one, and cracked it open before taking a swig, “from what Chris tells me, you need it then…”

“Natasha doesn’t like alcohol.”

She frowned realizing that she’d rejected the drink under the grounds that her mate wouldn’t like it.  Sebastian gave her a sympathetic look, “I can get you something else if you like.”

“No,” she said firmly, putting her hand over the bottle.  She picked it up and took a swig, “I-I want to start doing things because it’s what I want to do…n-not what she expects of me.”

“Do you want to drink?”

She frowned.  Not entirely put off by the question, but she wasn’t entirely sure about the answer.  Did she want to drink?

“I-I don’t know.”

“Well, how about this…I’ll grab you a bottle of water, and I won’t judge you if you don’t drink,” he said in a kind, soft tone.  Turning back to the fridge, Cal watched as he grabbed her a bottle and slid it across the island to her, “and in the meantime, I’m going to spill my guts to you, because I need a sounding board, and quite frankly, I don’t care if it’s Chris, Tom, or someone I don’t know…if that’s alright.”

Cal gave him a small smile, happy that he was offering her a distraction that didn’t include her own personal relationship woes, “O-okay.”

Sebastian smiled, walking around the island before sitting on one of the bar stools beside her, “we can even pretend we’re in a bar and don’t know each other if you want.”

“We really don’t know each other,” she giggled, feeling more at ease by the alpha’s joke, “Y-you’re a silly man, Sebastian.”

“Thank you,” he smirked, taking another swig from his beer, “so where did Chris go off to anyways while he left you here?”

“He-he’s picking up a pizza…I asked if we could do a pizza and movie night.”

“You’re getting Chris to eat pizza?” he laughed, “the man hasn’t even looked at a carb as long as I’ve known him and you’re getting him to eat that?  Fair warning, I may be invading your movie night just for the chance to see him eat pizza.”

Calista giggled again, feeling even more at ease with the elusive roommate that Chris had told her about, “O-okay…but weren’t you going to tell me about something you needed help with first?”

“You’re a girl, right?”

Calista smiled, unable to stifle her laughter.  Instead, she opted for a sarcastic tone as she ‘looked at herself’ in mock horror, “Me?  What?  When did that happen?  All this time I thought I was a guy!”

Sebastian smiled, “alright smartie…well brace yourself!  This is about to get real.”

Calista grinned now, using both her hands to brace herself on the counter, earning a look from Sebastian, “what?  You said to brace myself!”

“Oh, you’re perfect for Chris,” he laughed, turning back to his beer.  He took another drink, and this time, Calista reached for her own bottleneck and tipped it back, enjoying the foreign taste, “so…I don’t know if Chris has told you or not, but I found my mate…and she’s a student in one of my classes.”

“Hmm,” she said passively, “there seems to be a lot of that going around lately.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, knowing that she was referring to both herself, and the situation where Chris had told her about their roommate Tom falling for one of his students, only he’d marked her and then realized that she was a student, not a professor. 

“Anyways,” he laughed, dragging out the word, “I haven’t heard from her since Wednesday…and it’s now the weekend…and our first shoot is due by Wednesday…she has my number, but she never texted me…would it be weird if I reached out to her via her school email?”

“Kind of,” she admitted softly, “Chris told me that she’s got a boyfriend…right?”

“Yeah,” he groaned, “from a rival frat too!”

She frowned, “a rival frat?”

“When I went here, I was in a frat called Phi Sigma Alpha,” he told her softly, “me, Chris, Tom…we all went here…me and Tom were Alphas…Chris pledged as a Rho…but we forgave him for that.”

She giggled at the cheeky comment, just as Chris strolled into the house, the smell of a large pepperoni pizza filling the air. 

“LUCY I’M HOME!”

Chris was surprised to follow the sounds of her giggles, finding her still in the kitchen, but not alone.  Sebastian was sat beside her, an unopened bottle of water in front of her, and a beer that was half gone beside that.  Chris rose his brow.

“I-I wanted a beer,” she said quickly, following his line of sight, “he didn’t force me to drink it.”

“Beer?” Sebastian offered his friend.  Chris shook his head.

“No,” he smiled, reaching out for the bottle of water, “if someone is getting an introduction to drinking tonight, I’m going to be the sober one.”

Her eyes widened slightly, “I-I’m allowed to have more than one?”

Chris leaned forward and kissed her temple, “you can have as many as you want omega…I’ll only cut you off if you have too much.”

She chirped happily at his comment and Sebastian gave them a soft look, “see…that’s what I want…you two are cute together…the girl I like…the one I was telling you about…we kissed, and she avoided me all last week.  Then on Wednesday she told me she had a boyfriend.  So, as I was saying…I went to the guys place…and here’s the thing I didn’t tell you Chris, her boyfriend…a Rho…”

Chris froze, looking at his friend, “what?”

“Kids a Rho…belongs to your frat.”

“Rho’s don’t really do girlfriends, Sebastian…especially not their current line up.  I think only one really has a girl right now…and that’s rare.”

“I gathered as much when he wouldn’t come to their door, and their president tried scaring me off!” he grumbled, “you know Curtis…right?”

“Dear god, please tell me Curtis isn’t her boyfriend.”

She looked to Chris, “What’s the matter with dating a Rho?”

“They’re kind of ultra-macho dicks,” he admitted sadly, “I mean…as you can see, we grow out of it…but…it takes some time.”

“No…some guy name Bobby!” Sebastian claimed, “but apparently the girlfriend rule went out the window, because that Curtis kid had his mate there too.”

Chris’ eyes closed and he sighed, “Bobby Pronge?”

Sebastian shrugged, rolling his eyes, “I don’t know the fucker’s last name…it doesn’t matter…the point is, I went there and tried to talk to him like a man.  But he wouldn’t show his face…he was too busy fucking some pledge for their sister sorority.”

Calista bit her lip, remembering the name, but not able to place it, “that’s really messed up.”

“Right?” he asked, turning his attention to her, “I just…I don’t know what to do.  If it’s weird to message her through her school email, and I don’t have her number, what else can I do?”

“You just have to wait, I guess,” she sighed sadly, taking another drink of her beer, “sometimes you just have to wait out the situation and hope for the best.”

“I don’t want to wait though.”

“Hey…I waited and look what happened to me!” she pointed out, “I ended up getting to know my other mate…”

“Uggh,” he groaned, “that’s just it.  She claimed that this fuck head was her mate…after we discussed it when we kissed, we had the understanding that I was her mate.”

“Well, I have two,” Calista reasoned, “Maybe this girl has two mates as well…I mean…I’m not going to lie, when I found out that Chris was my other mate back in May, it sent me into a tizzy.  I freaked out…having two alphas is a scary concept.  You know?  Two ruts to take care of.  Will it throw your heat cycle off?  All kinds of things!”

“That’s just it, she’s a human, and she’s not bonded like you and Natasha are!” he said quickly, looking at her, “she’s a human and he’s got her convinced that he’s, her mate.  She doesn’t hardly know anything about shifters…I mea-“

“Wait?” Calista asked, something clicking in her mind.  Her eyes went wide as she looked to Chris, thinking about the sex tape that had been circulating during her Friday class.  A human with a shifter.  Alpha Chi Rho, “what did you say his name was again?  And hers?”

“His name is Bobby…and hers is Alana Moore.”

“It’s Robert Pronge,” Chris confirmed, rubbing Calista’s back.  His brow furrowed as his attention went to her, “why?  Do you know something, omega?”

“N-no…not at all,” she lied, shooting Chris a look as she turned to him, mouthing that she’ll explain it later, “c-can we go eat our pizza and watch movies?  I need to get this off my mind.”

“Yeah…of course, omega!”

Chapter 7

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[adulting-sucks]

Tainted (Chapter 4)

Follow up to: Pretty Girl, Dollface, Honey

Summary: This is a flashback. The Freezy and Lee issue will be explained, along with Bucky and Lee fighting. Plenty of guest stars popping in.

Warnings: THIS IS A DARK STORY. If anything dark triggers you, stay away. Smut, dub-con, death of a past character, guns and fighting, misogyny

Two years ago

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What a fucking day, Robert Pronge, aka Mr. Freezy to the neighborhood, thought to himself as he pulled his pack of smokes from his shirt pocket. The job had taken longer than he had intended, making him cancel his plans for the evening, which he had been looking forward to all week. Instead, that fucker Kemp got to have all the fun this time, again, for the third week in a row. If he didn’t get a release soon, someone was going to have to pay.

Lost in his thoughts and frustration at not being able to find his lighter, he almost didn’t see her in the middle of the road until it was too late. As he looked up after finally lighting his smoke, he slammed on the brakes and swerved the ice cream truck to the right to avoid hitting her.

“What the fuck are you doing, you dumb fucking bitch!” he screamed as he stepped out of his truck, pissed that he almost destroyed it because her dumbass was standing in the middle of the fucking road. He ripped off his sunglasses and stalked up to the girl who was so dazed and scared, she wouldn’t even look at him.

“I asked you a fucking question, are you fucking brain dead? Hello, what the fuck are you doing you dumb slut?” he screamed directly in her face. She dropped her eyes, not willing to look at him, shaking from fear. Fed the fuck up, Freezy slapped her trying to get any reaction or response from her.

“Please don’t make me go back,” she whispered, holding her cheek. “Master is mad at me, Master will hurt me. Sir tries to stop him, to keep him under control, but Sir left me alone with him today,” she continued, still never looking at Freezy. She continued to stare at the ground, tears running freely, blabbering about sir and master.

Freezy couldn’t believe his good fortune. Finally something was going his way. He needed his release and out walked the deer. He smiled, purely predatory, and put his arms around her shoulders to pull her into a false sense of comfort.

“It’s okay, I’m Bobby. I’m the ice cream man. Let’s go to my truck, we’ll get you some help,” he said softly as he steered her towards his truck. It reminded him of leading cattle to slaughter, and he was more than ready for it.

When she was finally in the truck, she looked up at him for the first time. Her large eyes shone with unshed tears of relief, thinking this man to be her savior. Sir would be sad without her, but Master had hurt her and she couldn’t take any more hurt.

Freezy pulled into his driveway, throwing the truck in park. He moved from the front to the back, grabbed the girl, and slid the door open, leading her through the garage to the house. He could hear Kemp blasting the shitty 80’s music he always preferred when he was playing. It drove Freezy insane as he preferred to hear the screams of his toys.

He led the girl downstairs and steered her to the door on the right. Opening the door, he led her into his play room, guiding her to the bed. Once seated, he cuffed her ankle to the floor lock, then pulled up a chair across from her.

“Well, looks like you’re all mine now, puppy. I even have a collar I’ve been saving for just the right one.” He stood and walked to the closet, returning with a small velvet box. Normally, he would play until he got bored. Then he would dispose of his toy.

She was different. Her eyes were appreciative. Her full lips were meant to be wrapped around his cock. He was already rock hard and leaking just from the thought of her gagging, choking, see the bulge in her throat as he fucked her senseless. He groaned in anticipation, completely blown away by his luck.

“I bought this and have been saving it for the right slut. You walking onto my street and right in front of my truck is more than a coincidence. You’re meant to be mine, puppy. Will you be a good puppy and wear your collar?” he asked, opening the velvet box and presenting its contents to her.

She reached out to touch the collar, mesmerized by the jewels. The collar had emeralds lining the top and bottom of it, the middle paved with diamonds, sapphires spelling the name Freezy. She looked up at him, her protector, adoration and relief in her eyes. Sir had been nice and loved her. But Master wasn’t nice, Master wanted to hurt her.

“Are you going to hurt me, Bobby? If I wear your collar, will you hurt me?” she asked quietly, staring into his deep blue eyes, noticing for the first time how beautiful the color was.

“I won’t kill you or hurt you for fun. I will teach you pleasure, will show you how pain leads to or enhances certain feelings”, Freezy responded, admiring the way his collar looked on her. She was different from the others, Bobby didn’t know what it was, but she looked at him as if he hung the moon. No one had ever looked at him like that. He was used to the looks of contempt, of disgust from the female persuasion, but this look is something brand new, and he wanted to keep it as long as it lasted. Maybe she wasn’t just a stupid cunt after all.

“I know I’m not much to look at, but…”

“Bobby, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen or met…your eyes make me never want to sleep again. Your hair, I just want to run my fingers through it all day, I want you to relax, I want to be here to make you happy”, she responded, her fingers grazing over his cheeks and down his neck.

Freezy shuddered at the feel of her soft skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he was touched without someone trying to murder him. He looked up at her, eyes meeting a deep pool of admiration and want. He’d never experienced this before, someone so soft and caring. Maybe he would break her down, or learn to accept softness.

“Come here, puppy.” She strolled over and sat at his feet, looking up at him with her doe eyes. He looked deep into her eyes while deciding what to do first. He was hard as fuck, but did he want her mouth or her pussy? Maybe her asshole. No, he would work her up to that.

“Open your fucking mouth”, he said while unbuckling his belt. He pulled his pants down, along with his boxers, his cock springing up with a thud against his abdomen. Her eyes grew, her mouth watering just at the sight of him. She reached out to grab him, but was shocked when she received a slap across her cheek.

“You do not get to touch me until I tell you to. You don’t get to pleasure me unless I give you permission. Do you understand, puppy? You’re mine, my dirty little whore, and you will listen”, he demanded, his voice a low growl. She felt herself grow so fucking wet, she had to clench her thighs together.

“Now, open your fucking whore mouth,” Freezy demanded, his voice still low and dangerous. She opened immediately, her eyes blown, her slick sliding down her thighs. He grabbed his cock, pumping a few times even though he was rock hard. He slapped the head of his dick on her tongue, moaning with every touch.

“Fuck, I can fucking smell you from here. Do you like being my little whore, puppy? Does it excite you? Is your cunt throbbing for me, your clit needing a few good flicks?” he asked as he slid his dick down her throat. He didn’t stop to allow her to breathe, pushing all the way down the back of her throat. He kept a fist in her hair, pushing her head down, absolutely mesmerized by her tears, the gagging, the drool and precum dripping out of her mouth. He knew this wouldn’t last long, he could already feel his balls tightening with each lick. He continued mouth fucking her until he came, his cock fully sheathed in her throat, causing a bulge where his dick was.

“Fuck puppy, I don’t think I have ever cum so hard. Ever. Your mouth is amazing. Now, open and let me see my cum.”

She opened her mouth, showing him his release, waiting for his next command.

“Swallow it, whore,” he demanded, his eyes taking in every movement of your throat. He groaned at the sight, his cock somehow rock hard once again. “Puppy, I need that cunt right now. Take off your clothes,” Freezy commanded.

She removed every piece, never breaking eye contact with Freezy. She watched him stroke his already hard again cock, waiting for his next command. Freezy didn’t say a word, just pushed her down, her back on the floor. He grabbed his dick, rubbing the head through the wetness. She made a moan so pornographic, Freezy almost came right then. He pulled back and sunk his cock into her in one stroke causing himself and her to breathe heavily. He gave her a few seconds to adjust before grabbing her hips so ferociously, he knew it would bruise. He started fucking her hard and fast, moving his fingers up to her mouth.

“Open”, he demanded, completely enthralled with her fucked our expression. This bitch was going to be the end of him. She opened immediately and he shoved two fingers in. She closed her mouth, suckling his fingers just as she did his cock. He removed his spit coated fingers, dragging them down her body, pinching her nipples, then landing on her clit. He languidly started rubbing her clit, taking his time, alternating pressure and speed.

“I feel you getting close, puppy. Don’t you dare cum until I let you. I will punish you if you do,” he warned, a sinister edge to his voice. He kept pushing her towards the brink, reeling her back in at the last minute. He relished her tears, the feeling of her pussy, as if it were made and molded just for him. He started getting closer to his own release, feeling the familiar sensation creep in. This whore, HIS whore, his pussy could make the blind see, the mute speak, on and on.

“Cum”, he finally commanded, needing to feel her cum all over his cock before he could allow himself release. He felt her legs start shaking, her head fell back in complete ecstasy, a moan leaving her lips that he had never heard the likes of before. It was enough to send him over the edge, his hips stuttering as he felt his pussy flex and release. He rested his head on her forehead, both attempting to catch their breath. His little movements caused a second orgasm, never fully recovered from the first.

“Good fucking girl, puppy. You were such a good fucking girl,” he said between pants. She looked so dazed, her eyes completely unfocused, her hand in his hair. She finally regained her senses, staring Freezy deeply in the eyes.

“Bobby, I have never felt so amazing before”, she said, placing small, gentle kisses on his neck and face. He looked up at her, the sentiment returned although he couldn’t say the words, not just yet. He whimpered as he pulled out of her, replacing his cock with his fingers.

“I want you full of my cum all the time. If any falls out, you will clean the mess. Do you understand, puppy?” he stated, not so much a question as a statement.

“Yes, Bobby. I understand,” she replied. She clenched her thighs together, trying to keep every last drop of him in. He removed his fingers and brought them up to her mouth to clean. He groaned as she kept direct eye contact with him, licking both him and her off his fingers.

“Good fucking whore, my whore, my puppy,” he said. His hooded eyes closed, drawing her close to him. She curled up to him instinctively. He fell asleep so quickly, he wasn’t sure if he was actually dreaming.

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Six months after she met Freezy, the neighborhood held its bi annual barbecue. All of the men would come together, putting aside all issues, to show off their new toys/pets/sluts, all depending on who was speaking.

Ari typically ran the barbecue, his fuck doll bringing him all of the meats, sauces, utensils, scotch on the rocks, her tits or ass. He wasn’t picky.

This was a first for Freezy, so he was excited to show off his puppy. He had spent 6 months buried in her cunt, eating her out, fingerfucking her, taking her through any one of her holes. She was such a happy and obedient puppy. She washed his hair, her favorite was to brush it for him. The way she called him Bobby, the way her collar never came off unless for a cleaning. He put his puppy on a leash, the rest of her completely naked. He finally had someone to brag about. His puppy was the best.

Jake and Colin sat on a couch set around a fire pit. They were the most considerate to their women. These were their wives. It had taken a while to break them down, both had been full of passion and fight. After about three weeks of lessons, they finally understood what their husbands wanted. So, they did everything. The only rule was Jake and Colin always got what they wanted. Their wives were never allowed to deny them anything. The first time they did, Jake fucked his wifes virgin asshole ferociously in front of the neighbors. Colin mouth fucked his wife until she passed out. Then he woke her up and started again. But the wives learned. They haven’t denied their husbands since then.

Ari considered his slave a cumbucket: she would do whatever, whenever, get any thing Ari asked for, made sure he always had a full drink. If his drink ran out, Ari’s slave would have to perform any embarrassing and usually vile thing Ari requested. Ransom and Rogers whores were treated in the same manner. These men can fuck their sluts, anytime, anywhere, no matter who’s watching. They are only allowed to wear bra and panty sets bought for them by their husbands (?).

Bucky and Lee were the last to arrive, almost missing the food.

“Hey, where’s that tight pussy you two had been bragging about working on?” Jake questioned. This is still a massive sore spot between the brothers.

Lee didn’t care too much for their slut. She just didn’t do it for him. He may have gone extra hard a few times, nothing she couldn’t handle. Then Bucky kept nagging him about being nicer, she’s more than just a slave, blah blah. Bucky was heartbroken when she ran away. He searched for her for weeks, but she was nowhere to be found. After a month and a half, he started slowing down. Bucky was finally starting to come out of his funk, and Lee couldn’t wait to start hunting again. She had to be perfect, and the last one was painfully not perfect. That’s why he let her go. He figured between Ari, Freezy, or Kemp, she’d be disposed of properly.

His eyes roamed around at the other men and their toys, jealousy flaring up inside him at still not having their perfect woman. These men were much more vile and evil than himself or Bucky, so he just couldn’t understand what the issue was.

“She just wasn’t the right one,” Lee replied, as he grabbed a beer and plopped down next to Jake and Colin. Jake and Colin were the only decent ones in this group. The rest got off on torture, pain, humiliation. That was never his style. He just wanted to find her, the perfect one for him. The one made for him, to be molded into his perfect wife. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t see Freezy and his pet walk up. When he turned to greet the man, his eyes opened wide in surprise then anger.

“What the fuck are you doing with her?” Lee asked, his voice low and deadly. When she heard Master’s voice, she turned around to face him, trembling in fear. Master liked to hurt her, Bobby only hurt her to make her cum. She let out a gasp and moved to stand behind Freezy.

“Fucking hello to you too, cocksucker,” Freezy replied, pulling his smokes from his pocket. She lit his smoke, her eyes never leaving Lee. Her hand shook so much, it took a few tries for her to light it. Freezy stopped, finally seeing the look of fear on his puppy’s face. He protectively put his large body in front of hers, trying to block the other man’s view.

“What the fuck are you doing with her?” Bucky yelled, seeing her with Freezy the moment he walked up. “That’s my fucking good girl. Why the fuck do you have her, Freezy?” Bucky demanded, his voice raising in anger and volume.

“Puppy wandered onto my street around six months ago. She didn’t say she belonged to anyone else, so she became mine. Isn’t that right, puppy?” Freezy said, gently rubbing his hands up and down her arms. This affectionate gesture wasn’t missed, no one ever having seen Freezy, Robert Pronge, mafia hit man to the stars, ever treat one of his playthings this gently. The men knew all about Pronge and Kemp. Their toys always seemed to break or end up dead.

“I sent her to your street for you to use her then get rid of her,” Lee said, his voice and demeanor eerily calm. This didn’t have an effect on him at all, he couldn’t stand the girl. But he knew Bucky was too attached. With this bitch still alive, everything just became much more complicated.

“I was going to, believe me. But then she showed me just how good a puppy she is, so I trained her instead.” Freezy leaned in, nuzzling her neck and ears, trying to reassure her, and maybe himself, that everything was okay.

“You know the rules, you can’t keep her,” Bucky said, trying anything to get her to look at him, but she wouldn't. She just curled more into Pronge, almost as if she was comforted by him. Pronge of all people.

“Hey, she didn’t have any marks on her staking an owner. She ended up on my street, and now she’s mine. Don’t even think about doing anything to her, Bodecker. We may work together, but I won’t hesitate to lay you out,” Freezy threatened. He turned away from her, dropped his cigarette butt to put it out when he heard the shot. It took him a minute to realize the blood on him wasn’t his. Then he saw her. His puppy, dead. Shot in the head by that cocksucker Bodecker.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, BODECKER?” Pronge yelled, stalking up to Lee. Lee calmly raised his gun, aiming right for Freezy’s head. Pronge stopped, the anger still building with each passing second.

“You know the rules. She already belonged to us, but you kept her. Rules are you return her or get rid of her. You didn’t obey the rules, Robert,” Lee calmly replied, hand steady as he pointed the weapon at Freezy.

“She didn’t have any fucking sign of ownership, you fucking prick!” Freezy screamed, his anger boiling over into untempered rage. He ignored the gun, continuing to approach Lee with heavy, angry footsteps. His puppy, his girl, gone. What the fuck.

“I wouldn’t take another step if I were you. I fucking loved her. I couldn’t care less about you. Look what I did to her. I won’t hesitate to make you bleed,” Lee replied, deadly calm in light of everything. He did love her, sort of. Not as much as Bucky, but enough that no other man would ever have her.

Bucky dropped to the ground, tears falling freely down his face, rage and grief etched in every line and wrinkle. He picked up her lifeless body, cradling her head on his lap, uncaring of the blood and brain matter. He had loved her deeply, more than Lee. Lee was always jealous, always just a little too rough, a little too mean, a little too cold, always saying she needed to learn. He looked into her lifeless eyes, surprise saved on her features permanently. He wouldn’t hear her laugh, make her sigh, make her moan ever again. He wouldn’t ever feel her warmth, be comforted in her embrace.

Bucky looked at his brother, long and hard, hatred overtaking him in that moment. The next one, the next girl, would be Lee’s pick, with Bucky agreeing of course. Bucky would treat the next one just the same as Lee treated this one. Bucky would be hard, tough, unrelenting, and just when Lee fell, Bucky would leave her to the same fate as his girl. Whether she survived or not wouldn’t be his concern. In that moment, he just wanted Lee to feel fear, anguish, grief just as deeply as he was feeling at this moment.

“Gentlemen, stop. This isn’t how we handle these issues, but since Lee has turned to his own justice, this will be the exception,” Ari said, coming to stand between Lee and Freezy. “Lee is correct, Pronge. She was in this neighborhood, and that automatically means she belonged to someone else. You violated the rules and kept someone else’s trophy. This is on you.” Ari turned to face Lee, his face deadly calm. He lit a smoke, exhaling directly into Lee’s face. “Bodecker, you didn’t have to put the bitch down. If you didn’t want her back, you should’ve followed the rules and let us clean it up. This is your only warning. Do it again, and you’re going to be closed for business, understand?”

“Yes,” Lee simply replied before he lowered his gun and turned to leave.

“Why’d you fucking kill her if you didn’t even want her anymore, you fucking psycho?” Freezy yelled to Lee’s back.

“Because you ruined her,” Lee simply replied, never turning around or stopping. “Once you had her, she was damaged. But you broke the rules and you weren’t allowed to keep her.” Lee continued on, never stopping to acknowledge Bucky or anyone else as he walked back home.

Pronge walked over to her, genuine grief and pain washing over him. This is why he only played with these dumb cunts. He didn’t want to get attached because when you get attached, you get hurt. He knelt down, running his hand down her face one last time. He decided to let her keep her collar. He wouldn’t ever own a pet again. Not for some psychotic asshole to murder. And being called psychotic by Robert Pronge is why all the others feared Lee.

———————————

Present

Lee opened your door, making sure to help you out. He held you tightly as he led you back down to your room, never letting go for one second, afraid he would lose you all over again. He placed you on your bed, gently moving your hair from your face. He grabbed some clean clothes, dressed you, and laid next to you until your breathing evened out.

Once you were safe and asleep, he left, quietly shutting your cage behind him. He made his way upstairs, his anger boiling over.

Bucky sat on the couch, flipping through the channels with a bored look on his face. He didn’t stop to spare a glance at Lee, choosing to ignore his reaction.

“What the FUCK were you thinking, Bucky? Leaving her to Kemp and Pronge?! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” Lee yelled, grabbing the front of Bucky’s shirt. He pulled him off the couch, shoving him into the wall.

“At least yours survived and I didn’t put a bullet in her head,” Bucky calmly replied, his eyes never once leaving Lee’s. He didn’t say another word, waiting for comprehension to cross his brother’s face. “There it is, you remember her now, right? The one I loved that you murdered?” Bucky was yelling now, two years worth of hate and resentment boiling over.

“All of this because I took care of a whore? A whore tainted by Pronge? A whore you couldn’t control? All of this because you’re sad your pussy is gone?” Lee mocked.

“SHE WASN’T A WHORE!” Bucky screamed, punching Lee in the jaw with a sickening crunch. “ I. Loved. Her.” he yelled, each word punctuated by another harsh punch. He continued to punch Lee, over and over until exhaustion took him. He sat down, his head in his hands, finally free of all hate and anger, all emotions.

“I’m sorry I killed her,” Lee stated quietly, blood running down his face, eyebrow split open and his nose broken for a second time that day. “I got so angry about her staying with Pronge, how she looked at him with such love and admiration. It’s Robert Fucking Pronge. I just reacted, I didn’t consider any of the consequences.”

Bucky glanced at his brother, seeing full sincerity in his features. “It will never be okay, but it’s over now.” Bucky stood up, extending his hand to Lee to help him up also. Lee accepted, and they both moved to the kitchen. Lee went to the freezer, grabbed an ice pack for Bucky’s hand, and one for himself. He stood facing Bucky, who reached out and straightened Lee’s broken nose with a crunch.

They both sat at the kitchen table, quiet, wondering what to do now.

“Do you love her, Bucky? Do you want her or do you want to find someone of your own?” Lee and Bucky had always done everything together, including relationships, and maybe that was the issue.

“I want one of my own,” Bucky admitted, looking at Lee. “She’s not mine, she’s never been mine,” Bucky continued. “I want one to love and cherish on my own. Who will love and accept me for me,” he finished.

“I understand. I love her, I truly do. I would like to keep her. But tomorrow, we will go searching for you, find you the perfect one,” Lee said, placing his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “We do have the other side of the basement and extra fencing for the cage, all we would need is a bed. They can share a dresser for now,” Lee murmured, making a mental checklist of everything they would need.

“We’ll wait for her to wake up, then make another area for mine, and she will be all for me,” Bucky stated, happiness overtaking his dark heart. “All for me.”

Lee and Bucky came to an agreement as you slept, finally happy with their situation. Bucky couldn’t wait to go hunting, couldn’t wait to bring home a friend for you, a sister.

“Come on, we’ve got to get ready. Dad needs us to work tonight,” Lee said, moving towards his bedroom to change. Bucky followed, his head already filled with his wants and desires.

Requested tags: @kitty1960 @cjand10

[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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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2022 Kinktober Masterlist

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

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[babyjakes]

devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

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

word count | 1,485

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[navybrat817]

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

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

September Fics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

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

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

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

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

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

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

October Fics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

[georgiapeach305132]

Mr. Freezy Pops, Pt. 8

Summary: Cherry helps with the second punishment.  Party night at the Freezy’s.  When alcohol is involved, trouble usually follows.

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, DARK!, fluffy!Robert, sub/dom, collar, mention of branding/marking, sharing, dildo, oral sex (F receiving), multiple orgasms, implied threesome, alcohol, choking, threatening, gun, murder, disposing of a body, nicknames (Sir/Freezy Baby/Pretty Girl/Baby Girl) 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.5k

🍦Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11🍦BONUS Part 12🍦

Series Masterlist

“The fuck did you just say?” you can’t be bothered with what Cherry said.  You just want to feel the warmth radiating off of Robert, like he’s your own personal heater.  Letting his body soothe your trembling body.  Needing to fully calm down from your racing emotions.

“Didn’t stutter.”  Cherry takes a long drag of the bud.  “I’ve been good to you, right?”

“Yeah, and you’re fucking pushing it.  I just suggest you shut you’re your fucking cock sucking mouth if you know what’s good for you.”  Silence feels the living room.  Your body almost becoming too comfortable with Robert’s soothing hands rubbing over your skin.

“Why she take off the collar?” you hear the laughter in Cherry’s voice and it pisses you off.  “I see you got yourself a mark, too.  Was that part of the plan?  You wanted a piece of ass and now you’re getting more than you bargained for.” Robert let’s his words sink in.  When he saw you at the precinct that is exactly what he wanted.  Just to fuck into you good.  After more research on Paul and following you around, he knew that your husband was not good enough for you.  Walking around like a saint, when he was just as dirty as the rest of them.  He never thought it would be so easy to catch him in dirty deeds, and definitely never thought Paul would offer you up so quickly.  And now?  Now he would not only kill for you, but he would die for you.  He’s not a good man, and he knows you deserve more than him, but you freely choose to stay.

The more Robert thinks, the more he has realized he has given you just as much power over him and he has over you, and he can’t possibly let you think you can control him so easily.  Looking over at Cherry, who only smirks at him as he takes another drag, he knows that Robert has become pussy whipped.  He knows that fucking you has turned into something deeper.  Robert now has a weakness, and she’s sitting in his lap.  

Robert also feels he needs to be punished.  He reacted too quickly when he cut off your collar.  But dammit if learning that you had been talking to your piece of shit ex didn’t make him go blind with rage.  You also haven’t been punished for opening up the front door.  Cherry has been good with getting information.  More valuable than anyone knows.  He’s setting a plan in motion, and he deserves to be rewarded.

“Go into the bedroom.  Bedside drawers, pick you something out.  You’re not touching her...yet.”  Taking a long drag from the cigarette, Cherry pushes it into the ashtray, standing to go through yours and Robert’s treasure chest.  Vibrators, dildos, plugs, clamps, it’s like a fucking toy store in these drawers.  Cherry’s not stupid, he’s wearing Robert down.  He will get a piece of you, too.  Cherry knows how to play Robert, and he deserves this.  Most of his time is spent elsewhere, playing his role, and playing it flawlessly.

Pulling out a particularly long and thick dildo and lube he walks back into the living room.  Robert whispers into your ear to be a good girl, petting your face while he uses his legs to hold yours apart.  “Remember, you’re my fucking whore.  Cherry’s been good to us.  More than you know.  You understand, right?” “Yes, sir,” your lost on whether to feel excited or scared.  Robert doesn’t share.  So, you know how important Cherry is to him.

“If you say no, Cherry and I can think of another way.  Do you want to say no, Pretty Girl?” “No, Sir.  Wanna make you happy.” Cherry’s body stands at the end of couch, squirting lube on the behemoth dildo in his hands and you whimper, eyes looking up at Robert.  He would tease you with the massive toy, but never once used it.  “Come on.”  Cherry says sitting on the couch, rubbing the soft silicone up your folds.  “Be a good girl.  Take this all on your own like his good little pet.  If he didn’t think you could handle it, he wouldn’t have had it in the drawer.”

Sobbing you watch as he slowly slides the tip in.  Everyone’s eyes watch as your hole is stretched beyond what you feel it should.  Feeling Robert’s breathing behind you and his pulsing cock on your back.  Cherry’s hand slowly presses it further in.  No longer can you look as your body succumbs to an immense amount of pressure and fullness.  Head lolling back on Robert’s shoulder, his hand slides down your body, fingers connect to your neglected clit, and he works your nub.  His legs that are wrapped around your own to keep you spread further apart, exposing the leaking mess that’s become of your pussy.

“I know you said her cunt was perfect, but...” Cherry’s voice trails off as he begins pumping the cock in your stretched cunt.  You feel the couch dip further, and see Cherry’s face looking intently at the mess him and the dildo are creating.  His tongue licks around his lips, and you’re overcome with pleasure.  Cherry who knows his place, his skin never touches you, but you see the lust and hunger in his eyes as he watches your pussy be destroyed with the girth and length of the toy.

Robert’s eyes finally leave the scene, allowing Cherry to work you into the approaching orgasm that builds in your core.  Feeling your whole body heat up when Robert turns your face to his, pulling you in so he can give you the filthiest kiss he can.  His tongue licks on around your mouth, lips suck around your jaw, before you finally get what you're wanting.  His mouth fully on yours, sucking on your tongue, and hearing your breathing change as the pleasure seeps through your body.  

Moaning into his mouth, your lungs heat up with the lack of oxygen, and you wouldn’t change a damn thing.  His mouth muffles your screams and you feel yourself spew.  Cherry’s hand pulls out the toy, his mouth connects to your core as he slurps up your juices.  Whatever Robert may do to him because he actually dared to touch you, he doesn’t care.  His eyes roll up to look at you, while Robert’s mouth sucks on the column of your neck.  Cherry’s hips fuck his cock into the couch, needing a release of his own.

Cherry’s tongue flicks on your swollen clit, and you see in his eyes he wants you to cum on his tongue.  His tongue determined to draw out another orgasm.  Bright blue eyes stare up at you, seeing the pure unadulterated pleasure written all over your face.  The hand that isn’t wrapped around Robert’s face, holding him on your neck, finds the smooth back of Cherry’s fade.  Your fingers run over the smooth cut.  Feeling near like the velvet flocking of your former collar.  Sliding your fingers up to brush through the short brunette hair on the top of his head, and still his eyes never leave yours.  Getting just as much pleasure as you.

Never did you ever think you would take such pleasure in two men as they worked your body.  Cherry’s scruff rubs you near raw, while his goatee is near soothing on your sensitive skin.  His tongue slides down to enter your gaping hole, a gasp exits your throat at the feeling.  Robert chuckles on your neck, pushing your body to begin fucking Cherry’s tongue.  “Cum, Pretty Girl.  Cum on his fucking tongue.” Like a good girl your body listens.  Coming undone all over Cherry’s face.  Happily, he drinks up your slick, moaning like he’s eating the best dessert of his life.  Leaning back, he slaps your spread pussy, and you shudder at the sting.  “My fucking slut loved that didn’t she?” your heavy-lidded eyes look at Robert and nods, “If Cherry continues to be good for me, you think we should let him fuck my pussy?  Would you like that, Pretty Girl?” “Only, if you’re there,” your voice, barely a whisper.  Blissed out you feel yourself getting heavy with sleep, you look down at Cherry, noticing how his pants are darkened by his own release.

“Well, Cherry boy, you think you’re going to continue to be good for me?  Might, let you have a chance.” Cherry’s hands wipe off your cum from his face, smiling at your still spread and opened pussy.  “Could be fun, baby girl.  Do you think you can handle two of us?  Sucking on my cock while Freezy fucks that cunt?” “Uh-huh.”  

“Or would you want me fucking that tight ass, while you ride your Sir?  Saw the butt plugs.  I know he’s stretching you out.”

Robert’s face leans into your neck.  His fingers slide into your pussy.  “You want that, Pretty Girl?  Want us both to fuck you?”  With a devilish laugh, Robert looks to Cherry.  “You’re my good fucking slut.  I feel this pussy fluttering thinking about us fucking you.  She’s already getting wet again.  Don’t worry, not tonight.  Cherry has to really prove himself if he wants to fuck you.”

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Robert’s hand rests tightly and comfortably around your waist.  Hand firmly holding onto your hip, as you sip beer from a solo cup.  He doesn’t want you out of his sight, and you don’t want to be far from him.  There are almost too many people here, and you feel more secure close to him.  An odd sense of safety comes from Cherry who stands close by as well.

He flirts with some girl, a girl you actually quite like.  You two hit it off well.  But no one gets too close in this group of people.  The girls are typically a one-night thing.  Robert is the rare man who keeps a woman for longer than a couple days.  To keep up appearances he let his beard grow wild, slightly covering up the ice cream cone on his neck.  He can’t have a weakness in front of these people.  Yours however, is proudly displayed.  The burn now healed, leaving a perfect light scar of who you belong to.  

People know not to mess with you.  They know Robert’s anger knows no bounds when it comes to protecting you.  “Hey, I’ve got to go talk to someone.  Cherry is staying close.  You gonna be, okay?”

When he leaves you to “talk to someone” you know it’s business.  Without argument you nod your head yes.  “Go inside and get you another drink, Pretty Girl.”  You listen.  Cherry and his girl of the night follow further behind.  You know damn well that no one else at the house is packing, but Robert and Cherry, and it’s all to keep you safe.

You chat a bit to the people inside, almost enjoying yourself, until a drunken man stands beside you.  “Fucking bitch.  Why the fuck are you here?”

“Excuse me?  This is my home.  Why the fuck are you here?” confidence beaming out of you, because you’ll be damned if someone talks to you like that in your home.

“You’re the cunt he’s fucking?  He know who you are?  Know that your fucking married to a dirty cop?”

“Not married.”  His hands grip tightly around your throat as he pushes you down on the stairwell.

“Let’s see what’s so fucking great about that pussy.”  His hand push down your jeans, he squeezes you so tightly your vision goes blurry, eyes searching for Cherry or Robert.  Chaos erupts in the room.  Cherry punches the man in the face screaming at him to take his dirty hands off of you.

With Cherry’s yells Robert runs in the house, seeing you laying on the stairs, neck red with the pressure he added to your throat, and sees red.  His fist connects with his face, and he pulls you up to him, not spending the time to fully check over you, he pushes you into Cherry’s arms.  Cherry moves you further away from the chaos.

“You need to get rid of her.  Do you even know who that fucking is?  Who she’s fucking married to?”  The man wipes the blood off his nose, staring at a fuming Robert. “You need to get this fucking straight.  She’s my fucking slut, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone disrespect her you fucking piece of shit.  They’re divorced.  You see the fucking mark on her neck.  She’s mine.  Now get the fuck out of my house, before I do something I won’t regret.”  People start leaving the house quickly.  This crowd knows Robert’s anger.  They see the piece that he’s packing, and none want to be a witness.  Robert sneers at the man, he has no idea what Mr. Freezy has in store for him.

“You trust that bitch you’re a fucking idiot!  She’ll be the end of you.” “One more time.  Get the fuck out of my house.  You will not talk to my pet like that.  Get fucking out!”  With a growl he charges towards Robert.  Without even flinching Robert pulls out his piece shooting him directly between the eye.  When his body falls down, Robert spits on his lifeless corpse.  “I did warn you.”

Crying and trembling you leave Cherry’s arms, jumping into Robert’s.  Your throat burning, feeling the bruising to your skin and esophagus.  “Cherry, get this mess cleaned up.  Gotta take care of my Pretty Girl.”  Cherry nods.  “Dump him at Tappy’s.  Son of a bitch always liked to pick a fight there.  Lowlife scum had it coming, had a list of enemies.  They’ll never question it.”

Robert walks you into the bedroom.  Holding onto you gently, but securely.  “I’m so sorry, Pretty Girl.  I never wanted you to see me like that.  I couldn’t...he shouldn’t have been here.  Had no right talking to ya like that.” “Thank you,” your voice hoarse and sore from his hands as it whispers on his shoulder.  “I love you, Robert.”

“Love you, too, Y/N.”

You lay on top of Robert in silence.  Feeling so close to him calms you from the mayhem and murder of the night.  His hands caress you, constantly moving over your supple skin until you fall asleep, pressed tightly on his chest.  

Cherry returns to the house.  Looking into the bedroom just to let Robert know it’s done.  “Got rid of the piece, too.”  Robert nods his thanks, still gazing down at you.  “How’s she doin’?”

“Shaken up, but she understands.  Listen...” his words trail off.  He doesn’t know what to say.  “Not tonight, but you’ve earned it.”  Robert doesn’t tell people thank you.  He shows them his thanks, and Cherry knows exactly what he’s saying.  “Want you to stay here.  Things are getting tighter.  We’re almost done.  She needs someone in the house who I can trust.  Let me warn you though, she’s fucking mine.  You touch her without my permission I will fucking torture you.  And I’ll fucking kill you slowly.” “Understood.”

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[littlelioncub43]

Evil Woman

Summary: Bobby doesn’t know how to feel about you. You scare the shit out of him. You piss him off more than anyone he’s ever met. You also fuck him so good he can barely think. Whatever he thinks about you, one thing was certain: you were evil.

Pairing: Dark!Mob Boss!Reader x sub!Robert Pronge

Warning: smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), dark!reader, mean!reader, mentions of violence, sub!Robert Pronge, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), mistress kink, mentions of past sexy times, Bobby slowly breaking, slight subspace, slight dacryphilia kink, allusions to future sexy times, and a partridge in a pear tree. 

Word Count: 1,927

A/N: Whoooooooooooooo! This was a lot of fun to write! I was feeling like we needed a lengthy little Bobby fic, and these babies were on my mind. I have a part 2 to this situation plotted out in my head, so let me know if you guys would be interested in reading that! It feels so nice to be writing like this again. Send an ask, reblog, comment, or something— let me know how you guys liked it! Ok! I love you 💖🫂🎂

Kisses 💋

—K

Bobby didn’t quite know how he felt about you. He didn’t love you, the scar along his tongue was enough to justify that. He didn’t hate you, which was surprising given your track record with him. He’s hated people for not shaking his hand firm or mispronouncing his name, so the fact that his heart skips a beat and his cock swells at the sound of your voice calling for him from your office confuses him to no end. 

And Bobby hates being confused. 

The sour look on his face only made you smile wider at him as he entered the room and stood obediently at the center of the floor. You adored when he was like this, playing with him when he was in a mood meant he was easier to tease. Easier to break. 

“I’ll be working late tonight, so I’ll have to cancel our little date,” you lie through your teeth, selling the act with a faux pout. You notice how Bobby’s natural scowl deepens at the news. As much as he’d like to deny it, but Bobby was looking forward to seeing you. “I don’t think I’ll be available until Sept—“

“But—“ he interrupts, but quickly stops when your eyebrows shoot up, your head cocked in surprise. He clenches his jaw to keep from speaking any further. 

“But?” You prompt and lean back into your black leather chair, the power that radiates off of you has him weak in the knees and nearly trembling. 

“But… I wanted to see you…” He knew lying wouldn’t serve him, it never has, not with you. You smirk at his words, playing with the pen in your hands idly. Looking at him through your lashes, you beckon for him to come to you. Bobby squeezes his hands into fists but does as you order him. Without a word, he settles on his knees next to you, keeping his hands on his thighs and his back straight. 

“You wanted to see me, pet?” You coo gently as you take in his features, your hand cupping his chin in your fingers. The combination of your soft voice and soothing touch sends Bobby into a tizzy. His gut told him not to trust your softness, but his needy heart told him to chase after it. Which one would win was yet to be decided. 

“Yes, Mistress,” he answers dutifully, his own eyes were transfixed on yours when they settled on his. He definitely didn’t hate you. He fought the urge to roll his eyes when you lean in a little, internally scolding himself for leaning into your palm when you hold his jaw. You wanted to laugh at how needy and pathetic he was being, but you managed to keep your giggles to yourself. Sliding your hand into his hair, you grip the long strands firmly, pulling a breathy grunt from Bobby’s lips.

“Poor baby,” you mutter and bring your lips to brush against his cheek, his eyes shutting softly despite his better judgement. You pull back, shaking his head lightly so he opens his eyes, your gaze was smoldering, like molten lava burning beneath the surface. “How’s your tongue, Bobby?”

“Good,” he gulps at the memory of your knife and the searing pain that followed it. You tap his bottom lip. 

“Show me,” your voice is level and cool, he sticks his tongue out hesitantly, revealing the scar that encompassed his tongue. You can’t help but grin and hum darkly at the sight. “Oh, look at how nicely it healed,” your thumb pet the length of his tongue sensually, letting his saliva drip messily. You give him a saddened pout, one that he almost believes. “I hated doing that to you, Bobby. I don’t like hurting you, but you needed to be taught a lesson. But look at you now,” you smile softly at him and kiss his forehead briefly, still petting his tongue, “so well behaved, such a good boy. Aren’t you glad you learned your lesson, Bobby?”

Bobby found himself nodding and humming in agreement before he could think twice about his actions. His breathing was getting heavier by the minute, his cock now fully hard in his jeans as he kneeled in front of you. You bite your lip, clearly pleased with him, Bobby hates how his body hums with excitement and satisfaction at your approval. The enticing sight of a man like Robert Pronge on his knees for you was beginning to be too much for you to resist any longer. He grumbles out a low moan when you lips meet in a messy clash of tongue and teeth. It was second nature for him to try and dominate the kiss as much as he could, but one firm tug on his hair was enough of a reminder for him. 

“Don’t push it, Bobby,” you growl against his lips, the venom in your tone quickly set him straight. 

“M’sorry, Mistress,” he whispers, that fuzzy feeling taking over his head bit by bit until he couldn’t wait to follow your instructions. The purr of approval pulls him out of his stupor for a moment, enough for him to realize how humiliating this is, but the moment doesn’t last long. 

“I forgive you,” your words drip with lust and Bobby wants to drink each drop, “let’s put that pretty tongue of yours to good use, eh?” 

A deep moan flutters through his lips before he can think twice, his hands forcefully grip the rough denim of his jeans to keep from grabbing you. You giggle at how excited he was, the tent in his pants only seemed to grow bigger and bigger each time you glanced at it, and his breathing was nearly a strained gasp, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen no matter how many breaths he took. He was absolutely pathetic. 

You took some pity on him, though. He was being such a good boy for you, you couldn’t ignore that. Pulling up the short hem of your skirt, you slid to the edge of your seat, your crossed legs unwrapping to expose your black lace panties to him. The stockings you wore were meant to drive him crazy, and they did. Especially with the golden garters holding them in place against your juicy thighs. 

“Go on, Bobby,” you encourage with a gentle pet to his head, which is all he needs. He buries his face into your dripping cunt with a growl, his tongue eagerly chasing the pools of arousal that seep through your lace panites. The thin whine you give in response to his actions has Bobby scooting closer and closer to you, trying to cover as much of your pussy as he possibly could. The feeling of his hands pulling your panties off and pushing your thighs apart normally would make you tsk disapprovingly at him, but when he wiggled his thick tongue into your cunt, you forgot all about scolding him. 

“Oh, yes, Bobby! That’s it, baby,” you moan happily as he shakes his head from side to side, letting his nose rub firmly against your clit. His answering moan sends shivers up your spine, your hands gripping his hair firmly, guiding his already quick pace to a rough, filthy rhythm. Bobby hated his hair being pulled, he thought the sting at his scalp was annoying and demeaning. Now when he feels that sharp tug at his roots, he can’t help but moan for you. The sound, in turn, makes you whimper and pull even harder, trapping you both in a delicious cycle that neither of you want to break. 

“Such a good boy for me, Bobby— fuck! Just like that, eat my pussy, baby, keep going!” You whimper when he doubles down. Looking up at you, glasses slightly foggy and askew, and his spit lewdly coating your entire cunt and most of his chin and neck. That’s what you loved about Bobby; he was a messy fucking eater. You feel the winding tension in your lower gut grow tighter and tighter as your orgasm threatened to wash over you any second. The ache in his groin nearly distracted him, but he manages to keep his hands planted obediently on your thighs. He gives the meat of your thighs an appraising squeeze, moaning at the softness of your flesh under his hands while he frantically slurps at your juices. 

“M’gonna cum!” You moan thickly, your legs shaking and trembling, it almost had Bobby laughing with pride, but he knew to keep himself in check. As much as he wanted to laugh, he wanted you to cum. With one last thundering moan from the heartless killer between your thighs, you came. “Ohhhh fuuuuck!”

Bobby moaned with you, his eyes fluttering shut at the sweetness. The taste of your release pulls noises from him that he never thought was possible; needy, high pitched whimpers are muffled into your pussy as he lets you ride it out. The grip on his hair loosens as you come down, letting him ease back to breath through his nose better without taking his mouth off you just yet. 

You hum with a pleased smile, the simple sound told Bobby everything he needed to know: you were satisfied, he did a good job, and you just might  reward him. He finally pulls back after giving your clit one last tongue-filled kiss, knowing how much you love when he does that (he also loved the little gasp you give). 

“What do you say?” You prompt with a firm tone.  

“Thank you, Mistress,” he rasps in response, still trying to catch his breath. You hum again, and he relaxes knowing he hasn’t upset you with his lack of manners. He gasps when your hand cups his straining cock through his jeans.  

“Aw, still hard, Bobby?” You coo. He nods, trying his best not to rut into your hand. “I know you are, pet.” You straighten yourself up, not bothering to put your panties back on, instead opting to stuff them into Bobby’s front pocket. “That’s for being such a good boy for me,” you whisper in his ear, your hand playing with him in his pocket, “I’ll send for you when I can, but until then, you’ll have to wait.”

He wants to cry. Robert Pronge wants to cry. Your cruel laughter doesn’t help the aching in his balls or the pitiful tears in his eyes. 

“Poor baby,” you mock and kiss his face sweetly, or it would be sweet if it weren’t for your cruel words. “You’re so fucking hot when you cry, Bobby,” you sigh against his cheek, before musing: “I’ll get you something pretty.” You give his lips a firm kiss, not minding the taste of yourself on him. “Now, get the fuck out of my office.”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” he stutters, his brain still reeling from the whiplash you cause him. He stands up and quickly exits your office, not even bothering to adjust the bulge in his pants on the way out. Bobby knew the time apart was going to be torture. Even if you were states away, the fear that you were waiting for him to slip up never left, and he didn’t think it ever would. He hated how his cock ached with need, but not as much as he hated how his heart ached with the need to follow you. It was confusing. You fucked with his head and his body, and he can’t make out what’s up and what’s down anymore. 

Bobby fucking hated you. He also fucking loved you. 

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[stuckysdumbbitch]

What am I?

summary: what are you? just another toy for them? or a mythical creature of their desire?

pairings: a lot of sebastian stan characters x little! reader x a lot of chris evans characters

warning: 18+ content, noncon smut, implied oral sex, implied noncon, dragging, slight med fet, misogyny, abuse of little space, sexualization, prostitution, implied sex trafficking, dark themes.

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Robert Pronge never cared; why would he? he had the mob, along with the wide amount of people that hired him, protecting his back. He ran his little business, buying and selling pretty girls and had his fair share. He had never felt a lot for his victims, fucking the fresh meat first and leaving the rest to the hungry men who came to his whorehouse.

When you came into his office, following Ransom like a lost little puppy, he knew you would be fun. That little dumb innocence would be fun to crack, but he didn’t expected for him to be the cracked one.

He knew Barber always payed generously, so why was he so bitter about him having you? He had drank half a bottle of whiskey by himself when the rays of sunlight started appearing, and Barber brought you back to him, in his arms like some kind of queen.

He expected pain in your features, but you were giggling softly as the broad man planted you in Robert’s lap, handing your owner the rightful amount with generous tip.

“Make sure to get her something nice,” Barber grinned, ruffling your hair sweetly before going.

As you watched the lawyer that had given you the most passionate night of your life leave, you felt your lower lip pull down into a quivering pout. His eyes, ocean like jewels, resembled Ransom’s so clearly. You didn’t realize you were crying until Robert cooed at you.

“Hey what are the tears for, pretty thing?”Robert asked, more likely intrigued that worried. “Was he too rough with your little body?”

You shook your head, although there was a slight sting on the apex of your thighs. “He reminds me of Daddy, he’s pretty.” you coyly explained, somehow trusting this man with your complicated feelings.

Robert wanted to frown, because he was also pretty. Was he? he had never worried about that, he always had the women he desired, willing or not. Something about you referring to a man as pretty made him stir.

“So you like pretty boys?”He asked you, toying with the lacy edge of your thong. You felt heat rise to your face at the question, wiggling in the seat with shyness. “Yeah you like pretty boys, cocky as hell, don’t ya?” You didn’t deny it, so Robert took it as a fact.

“Let’s get ya cleaned up.”

Robert laid you in the plush bedding, reaching for a nice warm cloth to wipe your semen coated thighs. He watched closely how you were so relaxed with the act, more interested on how Justin slipped the metal through his nipples with ease.

“Did it hurt?”you ask him, wincing when he finishes securing both. Justin nods dryly, and you frown at his lack of emotion to you. He leaves the room shortly, not even bothering to say goodbye to Robert.

“Barber really did an act on you, but I’ve seen worse in his account.”He mumbled, finger tracing through your puffy folds. You wince, and he holds back a groan at the soft sound emitting your perfect lips. You then giggle, and he looks at you quizzically.

“He kissed me,” you whisper, as if you were telling about a hidden cookie jar. “on my princess parts.”

If it had been any other prostitute, Robert would be disgusted. Yet he wondered how you would taste; probably like how you smelled, rich and creamy.

You laid back against the soft silky bedding, thinking how Robert was nice with you when you behaved. He fumbled with his phone, which had just ringed with a message, until he shove it back into his pocket. He stared at you for a while, lost in though, before he clapped.

“I’ll need to take you to the doc, get this pussy examined.”

“Why?” you inquired, and to be honest, the thought of finding a way to scape did flash your mind.

“Because we need to guarantee you won’t have any babies and your pussy is nice and healthy.” He cleared, as if it was so common. He propped you on his hip bone, after putting you in a smooth shirt and a diaper. He never though, in a million of years, that he would be doing that.

“But I love babies!” you murmured, resting your head sleepily on his shoulder, arms clinging around his neck. “they are so pretty, and tiny.”

You zoomed off for your love for babies for a while, until Robert was standing in front of the door 97. He didn’t have the heart to tell you this wasn’t a medical appointment, just a awkward man who had a medical kink. Truth is, you were getting a lot of attention recently. He had calls for you up to next week, which rarely happened with one specific girl. Justin did have his “fan base”, but who wouldn’t adore that snuggly cute face?

The door opened, and Robert left you on your feet to walk inside, before shutting the door. Your eyes widened.

The man infront of you looked around your age, maybe one or two years older. He smiled at you, and you could furthermore appreciate his twinkling blue eyes.

“My name is Jensen,” He said cheerfully, and you did your best to smile. “I’ll check you up today, so please climb up the table. Clothes off.”

You did as he told you, the table biting cold. Jensen pulled a pair of latex gloves over his hands, admiring your little naked figure. As he pulled the stirrups form under the table, your fingers trailed t he ouch the unnoticed straps at the levels of your arms and thighs.

“Sir?”

He tied the straps over your thighs, spreading you wide. You felt the breeze fly past your sensitive lips, and he took the moment of discomfort to catch strap your arms.

“It’s for your own safety,” He told you, holding up a syringe brimful with liquid. You gasped when he pricked your neck with it, the sedatives quickly surging through your body. Your eyes flopped closed lazily, and his hands started roaming your curves. He crawled over your body, he’ll have plenty of time to play with you.

Robert made his way to his office after being told he had someone expecting him there; surprisingly, the ambitious trust fund baby had gave him a visit.

“Drysdale,” he greeted, tensing when he saw the meticulous pouring of expensive whiskey.

“Pronge,” the man replied rising his glass with a smirk tugging his lips. “Heard she made quite an impression.”.

Robert’s guard flared up, approaching steadily. Ransom scooted over to plop at one of the mahogany chairs.

“Yes she did.”

“Where is she, right now?” Ransom pushed, eyes twinkling with mischief. Pronge took a deep breath as he downed his poured whiskey, the taste more bitter than ever.

“With Jensen, room 97.” He admitted, finally glaring at Ransom. “Let’s cut this short, what are you here for?”.

Random chuckled, lowering his glass. “I brought her here, I guess I’ll have some premium access, or at least some respect from you?” he argued. “I want her for tonight, all night.”

“I don’t think she’ll want that; or that it would be good for her.” Pronge acknowledged, a little too quickly. He realized how stupid it sounded when Ransom burst laughing, a bit too exaggerated.

“You care about that? About what she wants?” He questioned him, mockery in his tone. “I heard you sold her to Barnes and Barber, just barely two days in the job. Don’t lie to me Pronge, you don’t give a shit about the slut.”

With each word, Robert questioned his words. There was something coursing through his veins a s watched Ransom pick up his stuff, ready to leave.

“Dress her up real pretty and do me a favor,” He asked, swinging his expensive scarf over his neck. “teach her to suck cock.”

[royalsweetteaa]

Hey

I just wanna ask would you ever consider adding more of CE characters in your HCs in future…

You know I love your HC perspective and would want more of his characters may be in them

Bye bye

😘😘😘

I mean, there aren’t many good characters left? 😂 (jk, jk)

Originally thought of adding Colin Shea from ‘What’s your number’, but after a thorough consideration I turned the idea down because to me he’s basically a sweeter version of Johnny and without powers.

Colin’s SO FUCKING PRETTY but it’s so easy to just imagine him as Johnny in these scenes. He’s a matured version of Johnny basically. Still love him tho as a rom com character. 🥰

Also I unironically like Jake Wyler. But I’m unfortunately not motivated to include him.

Side note, I used to read some dark fics with Jake before I ever considered writing here myself and I love them so much, — Here’s a few of these that came to mind and I recommend because they are so good:

Teddy bear - dark!Jake Wyler x Christian!reader by @stuckysdumbbitch

Peaches & cream - dark!soft!Jake Wyler x reader by @mypoisonedvine

I really like Lloyd Hansen but I have yet to be really attracted to the character to the point where I’m actually interested in writing him so…we’ll see? I’ve given him one special appearance in a HC so I might continue with that of adding him as a bonus character.

Nick Gant is so sweet from what I’ve seen, I want to see the movie with him because I bet I’ll love him. Maybe I’ll add him if I like him enough. ;)

Saw ‘fierce people’ with Bryce Langley recently and considered on making a fic with him or add him to some dark upcoming HCs because he is like…perfect dark fic source material. He’s so fucked up and I’m ashamed to say I find him kind of hot…if we ignore the specific things he did. But idk I have mixed feelings. Let me know if I should.

Otherwise —

I haven’t seen the movies with Lucas Lee, Robert Pronge or Curtis Everett (not interested in seeing them either), already made up my mind on not writing Mike Weiss because he’s based on a real person and that bothers me a bit, I don’t really care for Frank Adler (sorry, haha), and lastly while it’s a good movie Chris directed and playing the character Nick Vaughan, the character himself is bland to me, I’m sorry. 😭

Hope that clears up my thoughts and status of other CE characters, tho I’m curious which specific characters you were hoping I’d add @elle14-blog1 👀

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Needle's Masterlist

Welcome! Thank you for checking out these one-shots. Please heed all Warnings in each piece. All fics are 18+ only.

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Red Pill || Lloyd Hansen x wocReader

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Her Favor || Jake Jensen x wocreader

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Prism || Robert Pronge x wocreader

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Wrapped up in You || Soft!dark Ari Levinson x wocReader (a/b/o)

Artifice (ongoing) || SoftDark!Mob!Ari Levinson x wocReader

1 . 2 . 3 . 4

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Plenty Implied || Dark!Mob!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Basket Boy || Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

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

Hardwired || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

> Primal Functions

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From Simmer to Score || Curtis Everett x Reader

Crossing into Midnight || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

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

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More than Enough || Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Aqua Evolution || Ransom Drysdale x wocReader

Fruition || Soft Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Makes You Unsteady || Bucky Barnes x wocReader

One Two

Bed of Roses || dark!Clark Kent x Reader