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the rest of my characters and series are on masterlist no. 2!

-> s.stan masterlist

Bucky Barnes

𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖡𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 ☆ - Today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his best friend over to gift you a special present.

-> husbands!best friend!bucky | one-shot | smut | ft. andy barber

𝖨'𝗆 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 ☆ - Bucky and you had a secret relationship that ended months ago, but there was an unspoken tension between you.

-> brothers best friend!bucky | one-shot | smut

Gift for You

-> normal!bucky | drabble | fluff | valentine's day event

Wine and Take Out

-> mob!bucky | drabble | fluff | valentine's day event

Take My Breath Away ☆ - it's your wedding day, you are marrying the man you love...or are you? he says he loves you, so why is he letting you marry the man he claims is not right for you?

-> stepdad!bucky | one-shot | smut | angst | fluff | moodboard

Angel to Love for Eternity - you're his angel and he will love you for eternity, he does everything for you...it's time to return the favour.

-> vampire!bucky | one-shot | smut | event

The Storm He Calms – with a hot-headed wife like you, Bucky's life was never boring. Add to that, his daughter. Seven years, cute as a button with the temper of her mother.

-> teacher!bucky | one-shot | fluff | smut | moodboard

Steve Kemp

𝖲𝗍𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗆 𝖲𝗒𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖲𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖤𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 ☆ - steve gives you stockholm syndrome and well let's just say; you gotta make sure you're his only one....

-> steve kemp | one-shot | smut | dark

Nick Fowler

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖱𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖼 ☆ - nick promised you'd go shopping after you had to punish him for missing yet another date of yours and in a certain store he can't control himself anymore.

-> mob!nick | one-shot | smut | fluff

-> c.evans masterlist

Andy Barber

𝖧𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗋 ☆ - he is defending a girl who is charged for murder on three man; she is a criminal, and he is her lawyer who can’t stay away from her knowing what she is.

-> criminal!reader | one-shot | dark

𝖯𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 ☆ - you catch Laurie cheating on her husband, but what she didn't realize is that payback is indeed a bitch.

-> normal!andy | one-shot | smut

𝖲𝖾𝗑 𝖮𝗇 𝖫𝖾𝗀𝗌 - Andy and you fuck and almost get caught

-> boyfriends dad!andy | drabble | smut

𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖡𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 ☆ – today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his best friend over to gift you a special present

-> husband!andy | one-shot | smut | fluff | ft. bucky barnes

New Louboutins – Andy bought you new shoes and you love them, you wear them everywhere at any chance you get. The only downside is that after a little while they get uncomfortable…

-> husband!andy | one-shot | smut | fluff

Lloyd Hansen

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 ☆ - he loved you that night, you didn’t want that night to end but it had to after all he was your mission and you had to finish it…right?

-> normal!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 ☆ - you get into a fight with Lloyd because once again he got too overprotective/jealous which ends up in you ignoring him, but he try everything, and I mean everything to get you to talk to him — Aramis the Cat (moodboard)

-> sofft!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗉 - you have to go on a work trip and leave Lloyd alone with your cat; Aramis

-> soft!lloyd | drabble | fluff

𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 - lloyd comforting you and some other stuff

-> soft!lloyd | one-shot | angst

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖮𝗇 𝖬𝖾 - Lloyd also has a gentle side and only if the reader is near him. Lloyd wants to kill/hurr a man in front of a child. The reader tells him that he should not do it - and what the reader says is law.

-> sub!lloyd | one-shot | smut | darkish-fluff

𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖲𝗅𝗎𝗍 ☆ - you hate him, he hates you, maybe you don't, you fuck each other for money

-> pornstar!lloyd | drabble | smut

𝖬𝗒 𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖣𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖮𝗇𝖾 ☆ - a short little drabble on your secret relationship with your bestfriends dad or more like daddy ;)

-> best friends dad!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

Ransom Drysdale

𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖮𝗅𝖾' 𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾 - Ransom can get really soft when he didn’t see Y/N for days 【♥︎】

-> normal!ransom | drabble | fluff

𝖬𝗒 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗆 - You loved Ransom and would do anything to keep him, but he didn’t love you as much however sooner or later he will find his way back...

-> normal!ransom | one-shot | dark | event

Ari Levinson

𝖦𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 ☆ - You and Ari are at the grocery store getting your weekly things. You hear a group of girls staring at Ari and whispering as he walks down the islands

-> normal!ari | drabble | fluff

𝖯𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁

-> normal!ari | drabble | smut

Steve Rogers

Give You A Ride – you had your eyes on him for a long time...finally something happens but you have to follow one rule; the cowboy rule...

-> cowboy!steve | one-shot | smut | little fluff

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Kinktober 2023

Hello! Welcome to my (late) kinktober post!

My Masterlist

I have to be honest I forgot about it completely, I’m so sorry! That happens when you’re too busy with college and work😣

But now here we are and I’ll try to post some oneshots/drabbles as often as possible!:) it won’t be in order but if you see something you’d be more interested in, you can leave a comment and I may try to work on the specific kink a bit sooner^^ check out @jamneuromain blog, she’s writing amazing fics and often helps me with ideas (also with some of the kinks in the list below!) give her some love!

you are responsible for the kind and amount of media you consume, therefore if you find something you don't like, don’t read it, just skip it:)

And also read the tags/warnings before continuing on! Everything on this list is for users that are 18+ !

Daddy kink

Mommy kink

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism with Lloyd Hansen

Breeding kink with Andy Barber

Authority kink

Bondage

Threesome with Stucky

Size kink

Praise kink

Degradation

Somno + cockwarming with Lloyd Hansen

Masturbation, sex toy with Jake Jensen

Lactation Kink

Virginity with Lloyd Hansen

CBT

Latex kink

Temperature play

Spanking

Con-noncon

Pegging

Watersports with Lloyd

Role play with Jake Jensen

Body worship with Steve Rogers

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Monster fucking

As you can see I don’t have all kinks yet, you know what that means? It’s up to you what kinks I could add to the list😇 feel free to comment or flood my inbox! Also you can give me a hint which character you’d like to see with the kinks that are without one;)

Does anyone want to be added to a tag list?! Yes? Then comment here and be active with leaving feedback and reblogging when I’ll be posting the first kinktober Drabble!❤️

reblogs and/or comments are appreciated:)

[blackwood4stucky]

To be honest

I ship any and all iterations of evanstan, with my latest obsession being Lloyd Hansen/Steve Kemp. I need that

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Like, reblog or comment if you want to be tagged in anything I write.

I'm no longer doing individual taglists as I'm useless at remembering to do them.

[ittybxttykxttytxtty]

✨ i have holes and hands for a reason ✨ this is the reason ✨

giving your body and soul to the warlocks

pairing: andy barber & ari levinson & ransom drysdale & nick fowler & steve kemp x female reader

summary: when you're caught trespassing at the old Drysdale house by a group of warlocks, they cast a spell over you to have a little fun for the night—but their fun turns into something much more.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!! i'm so so serious y'all!!!), smut, gangbang, dubcon/noncon because sex magic, piv sex, unprotected sex, anal sex, double penetration, oral sex (m receiving), rough sex in all holes, rough body play, little bit of daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, spit kink, face slapping, pussy and ass spanking, nipple play, come play/come eating, breath play, a little humiliation, choking, some aftercare, talk of soul bonds, sorta insta-love—i think that's everything but if i forgot something please let me know!

word count: 14.6k

a/n: happy friday the 13th!! i figured i'd celebrate with a little a lot of smut 😈 i originally wasn't going to do any other spooky fics than the five main ones i have planned, but i decided to do something short for @the-slumberparty's All Hallow's Tropes challenge—and then i ended up with THIS 14k word monstrosity. but i had an idea to use the tropes a secret society of supernatural beings, bodily changes you cannot stop and caught trespassing on private property and i ran with it. anyway this might be some of the filthiest smut i've ever written (it's definitely the first gangbang, which was a challenge, but one that was fun to tackel) so i hope y'all enjoy!! ♡

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The moon was full, the October night crisp and you were feeling dangerously reckless when you left your home looking for some trouble that Friday night—and trouble you got. The kind of trouble that can only be found when you stumble across a secret society of five greedy warlocks who were depraved enough to feel guiltless about taking you and making you theirs. 

Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler, Ransom Drysdale and Steve Kemp—all men you knew from around your small town—stood shoulder to shoulder on the porch of the old abandoned Drysdale home that sat on the hill. You didn’t know yet, as you approached the lit up house, that they were warlocks, and you were confused about why the men were together. After all, they each ran in different circles and weren’t normally seen hanging out together, so you couldn’t figure out why they might all be together and hanging out at the abandoned mansion.

“Are y’all having a party?” you called as you approached the front of the house, your arms wrapped around your body since the jacket you’d warn wasn’t quite warm enough for the chill of the October night. The full moon was casting the clearing around the old Drysdale place in a silvery hue, broken up by deep shadows surrounding the house itself.

The enormous mansion had been abandoned for a couple decades, ever since the Drysdales—the closest thing your small town had to royalty—had moved to an even bigger home closer to the center of town. The gossips all said it was so they could keep a closer eye on the goings on in town, but you’d never concerned yourself with local politics. Instead, you enjoyed the legend that the abandoned mansion was haunted by some evil spirits, which was why you’d traipsed through the forest on that October night to see if you could find a ghost. 

Instead, you got a different kind of trouble. 

You could feel each man’s gaze on you as you stepped up onto the bottom stair of the porch, and you were more than a little pleased at the heady feeling of holding the attention of so many handsome men. Trailing your gaze down the line, you looked at each of the men for a moment. 

Andy stood in the center of the group, a deep frown marring his handsome face, creasing his brow and pulling down the corners of his mouth set into his neatly trimmed beard. He was the only lawyer in town and though you’d never interacted with him, he gave off an air of authority that called to something buried deep inside you. But even as he looked down at you like he was disappointed, there was a spark of interest in his blue gaze that made you want to squirm.

To his side was Ari, a part-time professor at the university a few towns away and full-time owner of the local bookstore. Out of all the men, you’d talked to him the most, though it was largely just about the books you were purchasing from his shop as he rang you up. Each time you’d selected a steamy romance, Ari’s gaze had glittered and he’d eyed you with a heated kind of interest—and he was giving you that same look from the porch.

Next to Ari stood Steve, a man you knew much less about since he worked at the hospital in the next county and wasn’t seen around town much. If anything, you’d only ever crossed paths with him at the local grocery store, and on one occasion you could’ve sworn you’d caught him checking you out. Though you hadn’t been sure at the time, you were certain he was checking you out from his vantage point on the porch, his gleaming blue eyes raking down your body from head to toe and making you shiver at his attention.

On Andy’s other side stood Ransom, the eldest grandchild of the town’s mayor, though he was known about town for being a spoiled asshole. As far as you knew, Ransom didn’t do much beyond hang out at the local bars, picking up women and spending his grandfather’s money on expensive clothes and cars. But he was handsome enough—and the mayor bailed him out enough—that he managed to get away with all his awful behavior. Even you weren’t immune to the look of interest he was giving you, or the smirk quirking his soft lips.

Last, next to Ransom, was Nick. He was the biggest mystery out of all five men, having moved to the small town only a little earlier in the year. He wasn’t around much, which you’d heard was because his job forced him to travel most of the time. You’d wondered what he did for work, thinking it must be something exciting if he was jetsetting all around the world, but you’d never had a chance to ask and no one in town seemed to know. Nick held an air of danger around him, and as he peered at you from the porch, you couldn’t help the excited thrill that went through you at the thought of finally getting to know more about the mysterious man.

You were pulled from your thoughts about the men when Andy stepped down onto the top stair of the porch, the wood letting out an eerie squeak. 

“You shouldn’t be here, angel,” he said, his blue eyes flashing in the light of the full moon. His voice was deep and foreboding, and you got the sense again that he was somehow disappointed in you. But you were far too intrigued by the gathering of so many hot men from town who had nothing in common and your curiosity refused to be quelled by Andy’s simple pronouncement.

Lifting one foot to the next step, you only paused when Ransom swaggered down a few steps until he was halfway down the stairs. “Yeah, doll, you’re trespassing on private property,” he said in the arrogant tone he most often used. But though his words seemed to be a warning, Ransom’s eyes were glittering with interest as they lingered on your body, especially, you were sure, on the way your nipples were pebbled beneath your top underneath your jacket.

Ignoring the warnings of both Andy and Ransom, you pushed yourself up onto the next step, edging closer to the handsome men. You wore your most charming smile, letting your curiosity and recklessness steer the ship of your actions. “C’mon, I’m just looking for a little fun,” you said innocently, hoping someone would invite you inside for whatever secret party they were having. 

“I’ll bet you are, princess.” 

Your eyes flicked to Nick, who had descended the stairs silently without you noticing and came to stand within arm’s reach of you. You startled a little, but didn’t retreat down from step where you stood. Instead, you cocked your head in interest and looked up into the icy blue eyes of the man you knew so little about. Up close, you could see his mouth was crooked with a barely-there smile, and you couldn’t help but smile in return. 

“You seem like you’re looking for more than a little fun,” Ari said, appearing on your other side, his hand brushing over your shoulder. His touch felt too good for you to be startled and, instead, you leaned into the warmth of him, staring up into his pretty blue eyes. He looked down at you with fondness in the soft creases of his face. “You wanna know what we’re doing here, don’t you, sweetheart?” 

“Levinson,” Andy barked from the top step. When you looked up into the stern face of the lawyer, you found him glaring at Ari. You also noticed that the other four men had descended the stairs, circling around you, their eyes focused on only you. The pleasant warmth of their attention was enough to keep any fear at bay about what they might be doing by surrounding you. 

Steve, who had managed to get behind you, called up to the lawyer, “Stop being such a dick, Barber, she’s just curious.” He stepped up onto the bottom stair just behind you, so his body crowded into your personal space. You sensed he was testing you, seeing if you flinched away from his closeness, so you held your ground, head turned to look at him over your shoulder. He smirked like you’d pleased him. “You know what they say about curious kittens, don’t you?” he murmured in your ear, a hint of humor in his tone like he was telling a joke, though you couldn’t think of what it was. 

Before you could answer Steve’s question, Andy shouldered through the circle of men that had surrounded you so thoroughly without your notice. He fixed a glare on the man at your back, before looking around the circle, a question in his eyes. Each man gave a nod in turn and Andy’s mouth was twisted into a deep, unhappy frown beneath his beard. Finally, his fixed his bright blue gaze on you with a look of resignation.

“You should’ve run, angel,” he said, regret heavy in his voice. Then he reached up, covering your mouth with his hand. Belatedly, you realized it was so you couldn’t scream for help, though you never even got that far. Andy whispered a few words that didn’t sound like English, and then you slipped quickly into unconsciousness, your body sagging into Steve’s waiting arms.

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When awareness began returning to you bit by bit, you couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but the first thing you noticed was that you were no longer cold. Warm air brushed against your skin, caressing so much of your bare body that you knew you were naked, lying on some kind of flat, hard surface. You felt sluggish, your mind not working as quickly as it normally would and you couldn’t think of why laying naked in a warm room might be a problem.

Your eyelids felt too heavy to lift as strength slowly returned to your limbs. As you grew more aware of your surroundings, you were soon distracted by the voices that sounded like they were coming from above and all around you. 

“C’mon Barber,” came a scoff that you identified as the typical arrogance in Ransom’s voice. “The libido spell is basic magic, any warlock can do it.” His words confused you, spells and warlocks weren’t real. You wondered exactly what kind of party you’d stumbled into, but your hazy mind couldn’t dwell on it and pay attention to the conversation at the same time.

“Oh yeah, Drysdale?” Andy shot back. He sounded annoyed, like he was biting off his words through clenched teeth. “Could just any warlock make the alterations we all want and ensure it doesn’t hurt the girl?” The first spike of fear pierced your heart at his words. They were talking about you, and potentially hurting you. And then your train of thought caught on another phrase they’d used: libido spell. You didn’t know what that meant.

“Calm down, Drysdale, and let Barber work,” Ari said. His voice was so soothing and familiar that it calmed you somewhat. Ari would never let anyone hurt you, you were pretty sure of that. But his next words made you all the more confused. “Soon enough our girl will be mindless with arousal, and you’ll get to fuck her as much as you want.”

“Fine,” Ransom huffed, and you could just picture him rolling his eyes at the other men. Then his voice lowered and you could sense he was pointing a threatening finger at Andy. “Just don’t forget to make it so she gets addicted to any come she takes.”

Though you were still too sluggish to move, you managed a sharp inhale at his words. You didn’t have time to react to Ransom’s statement beyond that, though, because there was a chorus of other reminders from the rest of the men.

“And her arousal grows stronger every time she comes,” Ari chimed in.

“And she won’t even think about disobeying any of us,” Steve said.

“And any pain turns her on even more,” Nick added.

“And she won’t rest until we’re all satisfied,” Andy concluded. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He sounded frustrated and a little weary, like he’d been concentrating very hard for a long time and he was on the edge of losing his focus. Andy’s voice was an angry snarl as he went on. “Now unless one of you wants to try to make these complicated alterations, shut up so I can work the spell.” 

Horror and desire warred in your body as your mind tried to deny what was happening. These men, the ones you knew from around your small town, were warlocks and they were casting a spell on you to turn you into their own personal sex slave. 

The thought should’ve done nothing other than terrify you, but a rather large and vocal part of you couldn’t help but realize it meant all five of the handsome men planned to fuck you. At that thought, you felt the first trickle of arousal between your thighs, and you wondered what the hell was wrong with you that anything about the situation you were in turned you on.

But you didn’t have long to castigate yourself for being aroused because you finally had the strength to crack your eyes open. You got a quick look around the room, which was lit only by a roaring fire in the fireplace and candelabras set around the edges. It was all dark wood panelling and antique fixtures, and looked much nicer than you expected the inside of an abandoned house to look.

You were distracted from that puzzle by Andy’s fingers sweeping through the air about your lower belly. They were drawing an intricate symbol that glowed with an unnatural light, the design hanging just above your body. So distracted by the sight, it took you another moment to realize you were, in fact, completely naked and laying on a long dining table with all five men hovering around you. 

You didn’t have chance to look around any more or have any reaction to your nakedness, though, because Andy was done drawing the symbol and was chanting something in the same arcane language he’d used to knock you unconscious. As you watched, the intricate design lowered down until it pressed into the skin above your womb. 

The second the symbol touched you, it burned like a brand. The searing pain distracted you from the magic that began flowing through your veins, making changes to your body that you didn’t have any hope of stopping. A scream wrenched free from your mouth as you tossed your head back, your body thrashing reflexively on the table. If it wasn’t for the strong hands that moved to hold you down, forcing you to still while the pain streaked through your body, you would’ve flailed off the table entirely.

After a few moments that felt much longer, the pain began to subside, but it left behind a burning heat that felt like fire in your veins. Arousal, hotter and stronger than you’d ever felt, thrummed through your body, overwhelming your mind and reducing you to nothing but your base needs. And what you needed was cock, and come, and to come until you screamed yourself hoarse and you were filled to the brim. 

A moan fell from your lips as you began to writhe on the table, an insistent need pulsing between your thighs and making your pussy gush with more wetness than ever before. The hands that had been holding you down suddenly disappeared and you gasped at the loss of their touch, your hands immediately lifting to grope your breasts. You plucked at your nipples, pinching them until you whined, your hips bucking uselessly as you sought friction to your throbbing pussy.

Opening your eyes, you looked up at the men standing over you, a pitiful look of desperation contorting your features as your gaze flitted frantically from one handsome face to the next. It was torture, feeling so empty and needy while you were surrounded by men who were denying you what you desired. 

“Please,” you gasped in a hoarse whisper, your throat tight as you bit back another whine. “Please fuck me, someone, anyone!” You writhed harder, your legs twitching with indecision as you squeezed your thighs together, then tried to open them in offering, only for the cool air of the room to tease against your dripping folds and remind you of how empty you felt. Tears pricked at your eyes as you looked between the men, imploring them to move past the surprise on their faces and put you out of your misery. “Please, god, I need cock—I need it, please, please, someone fuck me!” 

The tears in your eyes seemed to snap Ransom out of the trance that had overtaken the men and he reached for your hips, grabbing you and spinning your body on the hard surface. Without preamble, he dragged you to the edge of the table, spreading your thighs obscenely wide. A whimper escaped you at being bared so plainly to Ransom’s eyes—and the hungry gazes of the rest of the men—your hips working in the air as you humped against nothing. 

“I get her pussy first,” Ransom bit out, and none of the men protested, their eyes transfixed on your body like they couldn’t believe how effective their spell had been. Ransom made quick work of unzipping his pants and pushing them down his thighs so he could pull out his thick cock. Though you tried to catch a glimpse, you didn’t get a good look at his cock before he was shoving himself inside you roughly with no concern for whether you were prepared for him or not. 

In fact, you weren’t. Although you were wetter than you’d ever been in your life, it had been a while since your last partner and you were tight—and Ransom was thick. He split you open with one thrust and you screamed as he impaled you with his cock, the pain of him stretching you transforming instantly into pleasure. A heated thrill shot through your body from your core, making you moan and writhe on the table, forcing Ransom to grab your thighs harshly enough to bruise so that he could hold you still.

“Shit, she’s so fucking tight—holy fuck,” Ransom rasped, groaning as your cunt clenched around his thick cock. You let out a high keening sound, satisfied for the moment to be filled, but you needed him to move so he could finally, hopefully sate the arousal burning through your veins. Uncaring about your plight, Ransom grabbed your face in one hand, turning you to look up at where he loomed over you. “Is this why you came to our door, doll?” he asked in a cold, cruel voice. “You needed a cult of warlocks to fuck your tight pussy open?”

The only answer you could give him was a loud moan tumbling past your lips, your eyes going heavy-lidded as you nodded your head in Ransom’s grip. You barely understood what you were agreeing to, but it sounded right, and he felt so good inside you. You’d agree to anything Ransom said in that moment.

“Dumb fucking slut,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. He was laughing at the dumbfounded look on your face as he started to fuck you, pounding into you like he didn’t care for your pleasure or pain. 

You were so caught up in Ransom’s cock and his words that you didn’t hear the chorus of belt buckles being undone as the other men pulled their hard lengths from their pants. Not that you could’ve looked away even if you’d wanted, Ransom held your face in his firm grip, forcing you to stare up at him as his face contorted with pleasure while he fucked you.

“Stick your tongue out, doll,” he ordered through gritted teeth. The magic of the mark urged you to obey, but you would’ve done it willingly, sticking your tongue out eagerly over your bottom lip to make Ransom happy. He grinned, the expression looking practically devious on his face and then he spit in your mouth. “Swallow,” he ordered, and you did so with a smile before even feeling the magic’s urging. “Fuck,” Ransom groaned, standing up straight and shooting a look at Steve. “Good call with the obedience clause, Kemp, it’s so fucking hot seeing the little slut do anything we say.”

Steve smirked, his eyes darkening as he watched you get fucked senseless by his fellow warlock, then glanced across the table at Nick. “Why don’t you test out your suggestion, Fowler,” Steve said, the friendliness in his tone belying a darkness that hovered just beneath the surface of the man. You shivered, trying to think through the pleasure filling your head to remember what Nick had suggested be added to the spell, but Steve’s next words reminded you. “Let’s see if our whore gets off on pain.”

You tried to make a sound of protest, but all that came out was an eager groan, your hands squeezing your tits as pleasure coursed through your body, Ransom’s cock feeling so good filling your pussy. You looked up in time to see Nick smirking, his eyes fixed on you as he shoved Ransom’s hand away from your face. Nick leaned over you, his face filling your vision.

It took your breath away to see the depth of the depraved desire in Nick’s glittering blue eyes, the greedy, hungry smirk gracing his handsome face. He braced your head with one hand, holding you as still as possible while Ransom fucked into you roughly, smoothing the palm of his other hand over your cheek in preparation. You had a sinking feeling you knew what was coming, and your body betrayed you, getting even wetter for the ruthless men. 

“Tell me if this hurts, princess,” Nick cooed, a mocking tone in his voice that only made you hotter. Before you could nod or agree, Nick pulled his hand back from your cheek and slapped you across the face. You cried out, arching your back and pushing yourself down on Ransom’s cock, the stinging pain in your cheek radiating through your body as pleasure overwhelmed you. Your whole body shivered at the overwhelming sensations, mouth open in a silent moan.

When you didn’t say anything, Nick rubbed his hand over your stinging cheek, soothing some of the burn, though it didn’t matter since your mind only processed the pleasure of the pain. “How’d that feel, princess?” Nick asked, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, prompting you to crack open your eyes. 

“Feels s’good,” you slurred, your lashes fluttering as Ransom fucked you even harder, getting off on the sight of you enjoying Nick hitting you. Ransom’s cock battered against a spot deep inside you that ached with every thrust and you realized belatedly it was your cervix. You spread your thighs wider, letting Ransom’s cock penetrate you even deeper, hitting your cervix harder, sending delicious pulses of aching pleasure through your body until your legs were shaking. On the edge of your release, you were so desperate for it that you looked up at Nick, whimpering, “Slap me again.”

“Fuck,” Ari hissed from above you and you had to crane your neck to catch a glimpse of him. His brown hair was swept back from his face, his mouth contorted in a hungry snarl as his blue eyes bored into yours. Your gaze drifted down his body and you saw him pumping his cock slowly in one fist, the other planted on the table, restraint in every line of his body. “Give our girl what she wants, Fowler,” he bit out, staring at you the whole time.

So focused on Ari, you didn’t see Nick’s hand coming and you cried out again when he slapped you. The pleasure rocketed through your body and went straight to your clit, the needy bundle of nerves throbbing while your cunt clenched down hard on Ransom’s cock. He groaned loudly, rutting into you wildly while you watched Ari stroke his cock to the sight of you writhing on the table from Nick’s stinging slap.

“Gonna come,” Ransom huffed, drawing your attention away from the others. You looked up at the man looming over you, his face twisted and feral with his desire for you. In that moment, you knew that no matter how much Ransom pretended not to care about you or your pleasure, he wanted you just as much as the others seemed to. He wanted you, and that knowledge worked alongside the spell, driving you to beg for something you’d never allowed any of your previous partners to do.

“Come inside me,” you rasped, desperation in your tone as you stared up into Ransom’s wild blue eyes. “Please, come inside me, Ransom, I need your come.” 

“Fuck yes, that’s right, doll, you need it don’t you?” he growled out, his tone mocking and a little desperate. Leaning down over you, Ransom didn’t even need to ask—you parted your lips, sticking your tongue out and were gratified when he spit in your mouth, swallowing it before begging him some more for his come.

“Please, Ransom, I need it,” you said on a sharp gasp. Wrapping your legs around Ransom, you held him as tightly as your meager strength allowed, pulling him deep inside your body as he pounded into you with every thrust. You were so close to coming, desperation loosening your tongue. “I need your come!” you cried. “Fill me up, fuck me full, please Ransom, oh god, claim my pussy with your come—please!”

Ransom let out a loud groan as he shoved his cock as deep in your cunt as he could go, hitting your cervix hard and making you cry out with the painful pleasure of it. You felt him twitch, his cock spilling his come right against your cervix and it spurred your own release. You came with a piercing scream, your back arching off the table, your body pressing down on Ransom’s cock as your inner walls milked the last drops of his come from him. 

Before you’d even finished coming, Ransom pulled his spent cock from inside you and you groaned unhappily at the loss of him, pouting up at the handsome warlock, but he looked too wrecked to notice. Ransom stumbled back and collapsed into one of the high backed chairs surrounding the table, which you realized dazedly was a nicer dining table set than what should’ve been found in an abandoned house. 

You didn’t have time to dwell on that realization, though, because the brief respite from the arousal burning through your body was over and it returned full force, even stronger than before. One of your hands grasped your breast, pulling hard on your nipple, while the other went between your legs, feeling Ransom’s come dripping from your hole and fingering it back inside you. A whine left your lips as you looked around at the other four men still standing around the table, all of them gripping their cocks in one hand. 

“Please,” you murmured in a desperate whisper. “I need more.” The men exchanged quick glances, like they were trying to figure out who should go next. With an impatient huff, Nick rounded the table, rolling his eyes at his fellow warlocks, and stood between your parted thighs. His hands skimmed from your knees down to your core and he pushed your hand away, your dripping fingers rising to your mouth as you sucked on the combined taste of you and Ransom. 

“My turn, princess,” Nick growled before plunging inside your still fluttering cunt. He was just as thick as Ransom, though not as long, and although you’d been stretched out by Ransom’s brutal fucking, it was still a stretch to take Nick, especially when your hole was so sensitive from your release. In fact, the roughness of Nick’s thrust and the feeling of him splitting you open made you come again, one cresting wave of pleasure blurring into the next. 

A sharp cry tore from your throat, your hands reaching out blindly because you needed something to cling to while Nick started fucking your pussy ferociously, shoving deep inside your clenching cunt. Your fingers brushed against someone and you opened your eyes to see Steve looming over your head. Trailing your gaze down his body, you saw his cock was level with your face and you opened your mouth instinctively, sticking your tongue out and wiggling your head closer so you could try to taste him.

“Look at you,” Steve marveled, using his grip on the base of his cock to smack the tip against your tongue. You moaned at the tease of his musky taste, straining your neck as you tried to take him inside your mouth. You wanted nothing more in that moment than to suck his cock, but he pulled it away, smacking his hardness against your cheek and laughing a little as you chased him with your mouth. “Does the needy little kitten wanna lick my cock?” he cooed, darkness hidden beneath the warmth of his tone.

You’d never been someone who could talk dirty so freely with your partners. It always felt more awkward than sexy, but there was something about the way the men treated you, the way they prompted you, that made you feel comfortable with saying the dirtiest things you could think of. Which was why you looked up at Steve, catching his eye and begging him in your sweetest voice. 

“Yes, please, Steve,” you rasped, your voice going soft and sweet in a little purr. “Let me suck your cock, please,” you begged, your lips chasing Steve’s hard length and pressing a suckling kiss to the underside while he groaned, staring down into your desperate, needy face. “I’ll suck you so good,” you promised the near-feral man standing over you. “I’ll suck your cock until you’re coming down my tight little throat, please just let me taste you.”

“Well if you insist,” Steve muttered, letting his cock touch your lips. His blue eyes darkened and he raked a hand through his hair while he tapped the tip of his cock against your mouth. “Let me see you worship this cock, kitten, and maybe I’ll let you swallow my come.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, reaching up and grabbing Steve’s cock eagerly. You twisted your upper body so you could press kisses up and down Steve’s length before finally licking through the slit at the tip, groaning at the taste of his precum. “Thank you, Steve,” you mumbled, your lips trailing down the veins of his cock. “Thank you.” 

Your words cut off in a cry when Nick slapped one of your tits, the sting of it morphing into pleasure and drawing your attention back to the other man. You caught his darkened gaze while you kissed Steve’s cock. Your arousal was nearly overwhelming, and the fact that you had two cocks was helping to ease the ache, replaced by the burning pleasure of Nick fucking your pussy and the attention you were giving to Steve’s cock.

When you stopped kissing Steve’s length for a second to moan, Nick growled. “Don’t stop worshipping his cock, princess,” he ordered, smacking your tits again and pinching your nipples until you cried out. You refocused on Steve’s dick as pleasure and humiliation made you hotter, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of another release. Nick caught your eye, his gaze burning into yours as he tortured your tits. “Show us what a good little slut you are for our cocks.” 

Your pussy was soaking wet from your own arousal and Ransom’s come, and it was only getting worse with the way Nick was fucking you and treating you. Lewd squelching sounds were coming from your pussy as Nick fucked you hard, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. He pinched your nipples again, and you moaned, your spine arching up off the table. 

“Mm, fuck,” you groaned, wrapping your lips around the head of Steve’s cock and sucking hard, taking your pleasure out on him. The man above you grunted, his hand grabbing the back of your head and holding you down on him. You sucked and licked at Steve’s cock while Nick fucked you and played with your tits like they were his own personal stress toys. For a long moment, you were lost in the two men, until another voice dragged your attention to the only man who’d been silent since the spell had taken effect.

“You like that, angel?” Andy asked from the head of the table. Your eyes found him. His expression was unreadable, but his blue eyes gleamed with hunger. He was stroking his cock to the sight of you getting fucked, so you knew he wasn’t unaffected, but he was trying his hardest to remain aloof—the stern leader of the warlocks who wouldn’t deign to be reduced to his basest needs. “You like having your tits abused by Fowler while he fucks your pretty pussy like he owns it and Kemp shoves his cock in your mouth?”

You held Andy’s gaze as Steve pushed his cock deep into your mouth, making you gag before pulling out so you could answer. “Yes,” you said on a gasp, reaching for Andy with one hand. “And I want more.” Your fingers couldn’t reach Andy’s cock, but when the warlock nodded to the two men above you, they moved your body down the table. Andy grabbed your hand, wrapping it around his cock and using your soft palm to stroke himself. He was hot and hard beneath your fingers, and you moaned softly at the feel of him.

“Do you like being used by men who are so much more powerful than you?” Andy bit out through gritted teeth, his dark blue eyes furious as he stared down at you. He was unraveling at the seams and you, for one, couldn’t wait to see how he’d fuck you when it was his turn.

Nodding as you pressed suckling kisses to Steve’s cock, you smirked up at Andy, which only made him narrow his eyes and squeeze his hand around yours, pumping himself teasingly slow. “Yes, sir,” you said sweetly, your voice raspy with need. 

A growl erupted from Andy, but you were distracted from his furious arousal because your body was being shifted again. Steve pulled you to the edge of the table so your head hung over the side, forcing Nick to climb up to keep fucking you, his blue eyes watching you from above as he thrust back into you. 

“Fuck, I gotta feel this throat around my cock,” Steve grunted, rubbing the tip of his dick along your lips, spreading his precum over your mouth. “Open up, kitten, let me fuck those pretty lips,” he ordered. 

Again, you felt the urging of the magic forcing you to obey, but you knew you would’ve done what he asked even if they hadn’t made that part of the spell. You opened your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out and you were gratified to feel Steve slide his cock into you. He groaned as your wet, hot mouth wrapped around his length. 

“That’s it, kitten, take it,” he groaned, pushing deep into you, stopping when you were on the verge of gagging. “Take my cock deep in that pretty mouth.” He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back inside.

Steve’s cock bumped against the back of your throat and you gagged, flailing a little on the table as he pushed his hardness into your throat. Andy held your hand firm around his cock and he grunted when you squeezed him unexpectedly. Your other arm was caught by Ari, who brought your hand up to his lips. He kissed the back of your fingers before lowering it to wrap around his cock. 

You could tell he was big, your fingers barely meeting around his girth. Though you didn’t have the capacity in the moment to wonder at how he’d fit inside you, your pussy gushed as if in preparation to take him, making Nick slide in all the more easily. Ari used your small hand to stroke his hard length, both him and Andy pumping themselves into your soft palms.

Steve groaned happily when he slid into your throat, hilting himself to the base of his cock. The position you were in, with your head upside down and hanging over the edge of the table, made it easier to take him, but he was still big and thick and you had to breathe through your nose, which was brushing against his balls.

As you struggled to get used to the feeling of Steve in your throat, Nick kept pounding your pussy in long, rough strokes, playing with your tits and pushing you even deeper onto Steve’s cock. Andy and Ari used your hands, so nearly every part of you was being owned and used by one of the warlocks. You were so overwhelmed by the four men, you had no hope of doing anything other than reveling in the feeling of them using your body for their pleasure. 

Steve shifted in your throat and you gagged, choking around his hard length, your body twitching with distress, which only made him chuckle. “That’s it, kitten,” Steve in a low, soft voice that was very nearly a purr. “Let me feel that tight throat squeezing my cock.”

You tried to relax, but he was so big and so deep, your throat was clenching down on him as you tried to swallow and breathe through your nose. He pressed even deeper, pushing his balls against your nose, and you started to have trouble breathing. After a moment of trying to draw in a breath, you began to struggle, your body squirming on the table. Your cunt clenched down on Nick’s cock while you squeezed Ari and Andy’s cocks hard. All the men above you grunted at your body’s reflexive reaction to not being able to breathe.

Thankfully, Andy seemed to understand the problem and you heard his sharp voice above you. “Don’t suffocate her, Kemp,” Andy ordered. A second later, Steve let up, pulling his hard cock from your mouth so you could breathe easier. 

As you were sucking in as much air as you could, Nick pulled out of your pussy, and you were confused for a second because you hadn’t felt him come. But then he was lifting your hips up and his fingers were teasing your soaked, messy folds. If it didn’t feel so good, you might’ve felt some shame about how wet you were, but all you could do was moan. 

Deciding you’d gotten enough air, Steve shoved his hard length back into your mouth, fucking you in thrusts that had his cock hitting the back of your throat. You cried out in surprise, but managed to relax when Steve didn’t go too deep, moaning around him as Nick continued to play with your cunt. Then, without warning, Nick slapped your pussy, his fingers stinging your clit and making you scream around Steve’s cock, your whole body clenching and your fingers gripping Andy and Ari tightly in your hands.

“Oh fuck,” Steve groaned, his curse joining the pleasured grunts of the other two men. With your head where it was, you couldn’t see what the men were doing, but you imagined they were watching the way your body reacted to Nick smacking your pussy, your spine arching up off the table and your chest heaving. “That felt good,” Steve said, a darkness in his voice. “Do it again, Fowler.” 

Nick didn’t need any more prompting than that. Steve’s command was your only warning before Nick spanked your pussy repeatedly, his palm coming down on your soft, swollen folds and making you scream around Steve’s cock. Your throat clamping down on the head of his dick while your hands squeezed Andy and Ari, who were still using you to stroke their cocks. You were so overwhelmed by the sensations that you didn’t realize they’d driven you right to the edge of your release, and you were barely hanging on.

When Nick slid his cock back inside your pussy, his fingers rubbing your clit ruthlessly, you shattered apart again. Your vision blacked out from the barrage of pleasure, your body going tight and hot as you were dragged beneath the avalanche of bliss. Your scream was muffled by Steve’s dick in your mouth, the sound strangled but still loud as your body writhed on the table. Both Nick and Steve fucked into your holes, chasing their own releases in your body, while Andy and Ari each used your hands to squeeze the bases of their cocks to stop them from coming.

“Fuck yes, kitten,” Steve groaned, fucking into your mouth, his balls slapping against your nose with every thrust. “Let me hear you scream on my cock—feels so fucking good.” Steve’s cock jerked in your mouth and, a moment later, you felt him coming down your throat. You did your best to swallow it all down while Nick rutted into your cunt.

“So fucking tight, princess,” Nick gritted out. His knees were planted on the table beneath your ass and he was using the leverage to pound into your fluttering channel. His thrusts and his cock were brutal, unrelenting, which only prolonged your orgasm. “You’re gonna make me come—fuck, take it, take my come, princess.”

He pushed in roughly with a loud grunt, and you felt his cock throbbing inside you as his come spurted against your cervix. Both men fucked you through their releases, using your body until they were spent, which only extended your pleasure. For a long moment, you were floating in contentment, a sated feeling filling you just as surely as their come. 

Steve pulled his cock from your swollen lips, leaning down so you could see his satisfied expression. You smiled happily at him, leaning into his hand when he stroked it down the side of your face. “Good kitten,” he murmured, and your practically purred at the praise. Too soon, Steve was stepping back from the table and collapsing into a chair.

However, you were quickly distracted from the loss by Nick pulling his cock from your pussy. He gave you one last sharp smack to your clit, your whole body jerking like you’d been struck with a livewire as the feeling sent a new wash of arousal over you. “You did well, princess,” Nick praised, some warmth seeping into his tone. When you dragged your head up enough to look at him, there was a small, satisfied smirk on his handsome face and his blue eyes were gleaming with hunger. “But you’re not done yet.”

At his words, even more renwed desire flooded through your body, burning brighter than it had all night, and a needy whine spilled from your lips. “Please, more,” you begged in a desperate whisper. You whimpered when Nick merely smirked and dropped down into one of the chairs surrounding the table. Looking to Andy and Ari on either side of you, you turned your pleas on the final two men. “I need more cock, more come,” you said, your voice a plaintive whine. “Use me, please, use my body however you want—just fuck me.”

“Shh, sweetheart,” Ari cooed at you softly, gathering your sweat-slicked and squirming body up from the table. He sat down and leaned back, maneuvering you on top of him so the juncture of your thighs pressed down on his big, thick cock, making you moan and your lashes flutter. You could tell from the way his hard length dug into your lower belly that was going to fill you god and you shivered at the thought.

Between your legs, you could feel your wetness and the come of two of the warlocks dripping down from your hole and coating Ari’s cock, but he made no move to slide inside your aching slit. A whimper escaped you as the burning desire of the spell worked through your body, and you knew you wouldn’t be satisfied until Andy and Ari filled you up at the same time. When you gave your best pleading look to Ari, he only chuckled, cupping your face in one hand.

“Andy and I will take good care of you,” he promised, before flicking his gaze over your shoulder to where the other warlock was moving to stand at your back. “Won’t we, Barber?” Ari’s tone was warm and a little teasing as he addressed the other man. However, Andy didn’t seem to be in the mood for Ari’s teasing or the warmth he was showing you.

“Tilt her hips, Levinson,” Andy ordered. Ari chuckled at Andy’s sternness, but his big hands manhandled your body, lifting your hips to present your pussy to Andy. The other man smoothed his hands over your ass, grasping it in a bruising grip that had you gasping softly and deepening the arch of your back as you pressed into his hold. That got a pleased rumble out of Andy. “Good girl, angel,” he praised, his voice softening just a little. “Show me that dripping cunt.” 

You mewled and did your best to arch even more for him. Andy hummed another pleased sound and then he was notching the head of his cock at your tight pussy and sliding inside. You’d been worked open by Ransom and Nick so it wasn’t an effort to take Andy, but it still made you gasp to be filled up again. Your body relaxed on top of Ari and you lay your cheek down against the soft sweater over his muscular chest. “So good, sir,” you mumbled, your mind a haze of need and satisfaction. 

Andy chuckled, the first time you’d heard anything remotely resembling delight from him since you’d approached the old Drysdale house, and you couldn’t help but smile. Andy thrust into you a few times, barely ramping up your pleasure before he pulled his cock from your sopping wet pussy. 

You whined at the loss of him and pouted into Ari’s chest, who laughed from beneath you, the sound ricocheting through your ribcage. Before you could protest further, Ari reached between your bodies and he guided you to lift your hips enough so he could line himself up with your cunt.

“That’s it, sweetheart, take my cock,” Ari urged as you lowered yourself down on him. You were eager to do as he said, not pausing to wonder what Ari and Andy had planned for you, and pressed your pussy down on the stiff length beneath you. 

Ari was thicker than any of the others and it took effort to take him. You were panting, pushing yourself up with your hands on Ari’s chest as you worked yourself down his length. Meanwhile, he was content to lay back on the table and watch you rise and fall on his cock, taking more each time. His handsome face was filled with adoration as he stared up at you, and the emotions inspired by that look only urged you on. 

“Good girl, sweetheart,” he praised, his blue eyes sparkling as he watched you. The affectionate heat in his gaze made your heart warm with pleasure and you grinned down at him. Ari squeezed your hips but let you take your time. In his deep, pleased voice, he murmured encouragingly, “You’re doing so well—taking daddy’s cock so perfectly.” 

Off to the side, you heard Ransom snicker and mutter, “daddy,” derisively, but the honorific only added to your arousal, the flames of your desire licking through your veins. Your eyes went heavy-lidded as you stared down at Ari.

“You feel so good, daddy,” you purred, pushing your cunt down until his cock was fully buried inside you. You leaned back down over the man beneath you, plastering yourself against Ari, who smiled at your blissed-out expression. He cupped your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. 

Fireworks lit behind your eyes as you kissed the handsome warlock, moaning softly into his mouth. It felt amazing to have his lips sliding against yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth to stroke against yours. Distantly, you realized it was the first time any of the men had kissed you and you whimpered at how much it added to the heat in your body. It had felt good when Ransom, Nick and Steve had used your body roughly for their pleasure, but Ari’s softness was another kind of devastating bliss, and you never wanted it to end.

Your hips started working of their own volition, moving in a rolling motion to fuck your pussy on Ari’s cock. Ari groaned into your mouth, your kiss turning messy as you both began writhing together, your ass coming down to slap against Ari’s thighs as he speared his cock up into your pussy. Andy let you both have a moment to enjoy each other, then his hands on your ass stilled your movements. 

“Hang on, angel,” Andy rumbled from behind you, his hands sliding up your back and down again to your ass. “We’re not done filling you.” You didn’t have a second to stop and wonder what he meant. With his grip on your ass, Andy spread your cheeks wide until he could press the tip of his cock against your puckered entrance. You gasped and flailed, wrenching your mouth from Ari’s and turning to look up at Andy with wide eyes.

“I-I’ve never taken anyone there,” you said in a pleading tone, your uncertainty over what Andy had planned for you warring with the effects of the spell, which made you want to submit to whatever he told you to do. The delicious burning desire took the edge off your concern, making you think that you’d enjoy having both your holes filled by Andy and Ari, but you still worried you wouldn’t be able to take them at the same time. They were so big.

Andy only gave you a grim smile, the softness he’d started to show fleeing from his expression. “I told you that you should’ve run, angel,” he said, pushing against the tight rosebud of your ass, making you whimper and shake on top of Ari, your cunt clenching down on his cock lodged in your pussy. “Now be a good girl and relax,” Andy commanded, smoothing his hands up your spine, like he could force you to calm with his touch instead of his words.

The magic of the spell worked through your body, forcing you to relax, and you felt your uncertainty waning along with it. The thought of Andy filling your ass while Ari pounded into your cunt was too enticing, so you let yourself submit to what the men wanted. “Yes, sir,” you murmured. A moment later, the tip of Andy’s dick popped into your ass and you let out a soft whine while the warlock groaned above you. It was such an unfamiliar sensation, but not bad. It even felt good. When you realized that, you moaned happily. 

“So fucking tight, angel,” Andy rasped, his voice hoarse with his own unbridled desire. He pushed in even further and made you whine again, your ass clamping down hard on Andy’s cock. He was barely inside you, but with Ari still in your cunt, you already felt impossibly full. You didn’t know how you could possibly take them both, but you were eager to try.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, overwhelmed by the exquisite stretch as Andy pressed deeper. It was too much, but you didn’t want them to stop, and Ari seemed to understand the conflicting emotions that were swirling within you. He cooed at you, peppering your face with kisses.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Ari told you, his hands smoothing over your back and sides, groping and squeezing your body. “Just relax and be the good little slut I know you can be.” Your body listened to Ari’s command, your mind going hazy and then entirely blank as Andy kept pushing deeper, overwhelming you with the feeling of fullness. 

Finally, after what felt like a long time of working your ass open with his cock, Andy pushed in the final inch. He groaned as he buried his cock in your tight hole. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned tight, angel,” he praised, his voice going warm again and making you smile with contentment at pleasing him. “I could live in your ass, it feels that fucking good,” he rasped.

“Mm, you haven’t had her pussy yet, Barber,” Ari rumbled from beneath you, bucking his hips up and fucking his dick deeper inside you, making you cry out and moan, before settling back on the table to let you get used to the feeling of both of them inside you. “She’s so wet and warm, our girl feels like heaven on my cock.” 

You whimpered, your whole body trembling between the two warlocks, your ass and cunt impaled on their cocks. You were filled to the brim with both of them, and yet you wanted more—you wanted them to move, to fuck you and claim you and ruin you for all others outside their circle of warlocks. 

“Daddy,” you whined, squirming between the bodies of the two men, but Ari shushed you with a kiss. When he pulled away, he wrapped a hand around the front of your throat, holding you so that all you could do was stare into his face. His blue eyes were glittering in the firelight filling the room, a smirk on his lips. He looked otherworldly and fucking glorious.

“Tell daddy how good it feels to be so full of warlock cock,” he ordered, his blue eyes shining with desire. Another whine worked its way free from you, your mind so blissed out you weren’t sure where you’d find the words to respond, but the spell wouldn’t let you ignore Ari’s command. 

“Feels so fucking good, daddy,” you said on a gasp as Andy started fucking your ass from behind. His big hands kneaded your asscheeks while he gave you slow, shallow thrusts that were little more than teasing. “Oh god, I love it—I love being filled with your big cocks,” you cried, going crosseyed when Ari began grinding up into your cunt. It was so much sensation, your mind going blank as you were overwhelmed by pleasure, but the burning desire within you still wasn’t satisfied. “Please—oh god, I need more—I need all my holes filled with cock!”

“Well if you insist,” Ransom drawled from beside you, dragging your attention away from the two men behind and beneath you. You lifted your head and saw the arrogant man stroking his cock, and you realized he must’ve gotten hard again from watching you get fucked by the other the warlocks. Ransom smirked when you looked at him, his blue eyes pinning you where you were. “I’m happy to skullfuck you while Levinson and Barber fuck your other holes—all you gotta do is beg, doll.”

It wasn’t an order, so the spell didn’t urge you to obey; instead, you were acting on your own free will when you opened your mouth and started begging for more cock. “Please, Ransom,” you said, looking up into his mirthless gaze. There was a greedy hunger sparkling in those blue depths and it called to something in you, letting you act just as desperate and needy as you felt. “Please, fuck my mouth, and use my throat like a toy to get yourself off,” you begged, your words tripping over each other in your eagerness to get them out. “Please, please come down my throat—I need your come again, I need it—please, fill me up.”

Ransom’s smile was sharp, but pleased as he stepped up to the table. “Kiss your daddy one last time, doll,” he growled, eyes glittering and dangerous with the amount of hunger still filling them. “Because that pretty mouth of yours is mine.” It filled you with awe how Ransom could make you feel so dirty and so good at the same time, but you didn’t question it as you turned back to Ari, intent on doing exactly as Ransom said without the urging of the spell.

You kissed Ari fervently, sucking on his tongue when he plunged it into your mouth, not able to get enough of him in the short time Ransom allowed. Too soon, the other warlock was grabbing your head and wrenching you away from Ari’s mouth, pulling your face toward his cock that still smelled like your pussy. Ransom didn’t give you any other warning, just shoved his cock deep in your mouth, pushing into your throat immediately. You gagged and flailed for a few seconds, but got used to it quickly, groaning at the taste of his precum on the back of your tongue and the musk of your own arousal from when Ransom had fucked you earlier.

Andy started fucking your ass harder from behind, his big hands alternating between groping your ass and spanking you every so often, making you choke on Ransom while he fucked your mouth roughly. Ari’s hands were on your hips, holding you up enough that he could fuck you from underneath, his mouth latching onto your neck and sucking hickeys into your skin. But there were still two other warlocks, and Andy didn’t seem content to let you leave them out.

“Fowler, Kemp, why don’t you put our girl’s hands to good use,” he bit out, the ring of a command in his tone. You couldn’t see beyond the rippling muscles of Ransom’s abdomen, but you felt the presences of the other two men approach. Ransom’s grip on your head shifted so he could hold you up while he fucked your mouth, freeing your hands for Nick and Steve to grab. 

The two warlocks were still recovering from getting off on using your body, so they were each in different states of hardness, but they both groaned when they wrapped your soft fingers around their cocks. Nick stroked himself with your hand, while Steve merely held you squeezing the base of his length. You moaned around Ransom’s dick, the arousal within you finally getting what it desired.

With all five warlocks touching you, fucking you, and using you, you were in heaven. All three of your holes were filled with cock, every vein on their hard lengths brushing against the sensitive inner walls of your pussy, ass and mouth. Ransom’s cock was heavy on your tongue, the muskiness of his precum mixing with your own arousal and making you light-headed with the combined taste. Meanwhile, Ari and Andy fucked your pussy and ass in tandem, making sure you were always filled up with one of their thick cocks. Steve and Nick were watching you, their dicks twitching and hardening in your hands as they used you to pleasure themselves.

It wasn’t long before you were on the edge of coming again. The groaned and grunted praise of the men surrounding you, all of them calling you their good girl, along with the way they brutally fucked your body, sent you hurtling over the edge and into the abyss of endless, overwhelming pleasure. Your body went white-hot and tight as you screamed around Ransom’s cock, your hips bearing down on Ari’s cock and pushing back on Andy’s hard length at the same time. All three of them fucked you harder, the squeezing of your body wringing pleasure from their stiff cocks.

Andy came first, losing himself in your tight, clenching ass. He spilled himself deep in your guts with a loud groan. He fucked his come deeper with shallow strokes as he leaned down over your back, brushing a kiss to your shoulder blade as he murmured, “You were so fucking good for me, angel.” You barely had a moment to enjoy his sweetness before Andy was standing up, smacking your ass before pulling out. That left Ari to chase his release from below, pounding into you and wresting another orgasm out of you, your entire body shaking with the force of it.

“Feel so perfect coming on daddy’s cock, sweetheart,” Ari groaned as he came in your pussy, shoving his cock deep inside you, the tip kissing against your cervix and flooding your cunt with his come. He grunted loudly into your neck, sucking hard on your skin and making you shiver in his arms. When he was spent, Ari simply collapsed beneath you, petting a hand down your spine.

Ransom fucked your throat harder, making you gag and choke on him, your spit and his precum dripping down your chin and pooling on the table beneath. “Fucking take it, doll, take my come,” Ransom growled, giving you your only warning that he was close. A moment later, his cock erupted in your mouth and he fucked his come deep into your throat, groaning while you choked and gagged, trying to swallow his come while he was still fucking you roughly. It was filthy and you loved it, the edges of your mouth curling up in a depraved smile while Ransom emptied himself inside you.

When Ransom pulled out, he wiped his dripping cock on your cheeks, the degradation of the act making you burn hotter with another wave of overwhelming arousal. No matter how many times you’d come, it still returned, flaring inside you and making you go brainless with your need for more cock and come. 

Nick and Steve crowded in around your face and you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out in offering for them to fuck you. “Please,” you whimpered, your voice hoarse from how brutally your throat had been been fucked by first Steve and then Ransom. The warlocks’ cocks were fully hard, the heads red and angry while they used your hands to stroke themselves. 

Neither Nick nor Steve wasted any time, shoving both their cocks into your mouth, stretching your lips obscenely. They couldn’t push very deep, but you used your tongue to lick at the slits on the tips of both their dicks, making them groan. With only a few more rough strokes of your hands around their cocks, they each grunted loudly, their dicks twitching as they came in your mouth. 

With your lips stretched so wide and two cocks pumping their loads into your mouth, you didn’t have a hope of swallowing it all. Most of their come spilled down your chin, adding to the puddle of come and spit beneath your face. Nick stumbled back first, releasing your hand and falling into a chair. 

You used the loss of him to wrap your lips around Steve, sucking on his cock until he grunted, “That’s enough, kitten,” and pulled himself from your mouth. Ari was still beneath you, his head turned to watch as you began scooping up the cum from your chin and feeding it into your mouth. He groaned, his cock twitching in your pussy. 

From above you, Ransom chuckled. He bent down and cupped your face in one hand, only laughing harder when you whined because you had to stop what you were doing. “You’re such a filthy fucking slut,” he said, his words mean, but the warmth in his tone telling you he was happy about how dirty you were. “Why don’t you clean up your mess, doll?” He pointed to the puddle of spit and cum on the table. 

Since it wasn’t an order, you weren’t forced to obey, but desire and arousal were still building within you, making you eager to comply. Happily, you started lapping up the puddle beneath you, cleaning the mess of fluids from the table. You moaned at the feeling of being degraded, enjoying what the warlocks had reduced you to too much to stop the soft, pleased sounds you made as you tasted their come and your spit.

Ari was hard again inside you, but when you started rolling your hips, fucking yourself on his cock, he slapped your ass. “You have the sweetest pussy, sweetheart,” he murmured in your ear while he pulled himself from your clutching heat. “But I think it’s someone else’s turn to fuck your tight hole.”

You let out a quiet whine as Ari lifted you off him and settled you back down on all fours on the table. You refocused on licking up the mess of fluids, the taste of the warlocks’ come making you go completely mindless, murmuring happily. 

When you were done, the burning of your arousal doubled and you turned over onto your back, looking around the room, finding all five warlocks seated in high-backed chairs surrounding the table you were on. Warmth buzzed beneath your skin, an insistent need to be filled with more cock and more come. You gathered the rest of the come from your chin with your fingers, licking them clean as you caught the eye of the warlocks around you. 

“Who’s next?” you asked in a raspy voice, spreading your thighs wide in an invitation. When none of the men moved, you trailed your fingers down your body and began to play with your soaking wet and swollen folds. “I’m so empty,” you whined, shoving three fingers into your tight hole, taking them easily since they in no way compared to any of the men’s cocks. “Want more cock,” you pouted at the warlocks. “Wanna fuck cock, wanna suck cock, please—I need to be fucked, to be used!” you cried, your voice growing desperate when none of them moved. “Ruin me, ruin my holes and make them yours—make me yours!”

Andy stood first, his grip unyielding as he grabbed your hips and spun your body, dragging your ass to the edge at the head of the table. He stepped between your parted thighs, pushing them up until you were folded in half. “You’re going to regret not running when you had a chance, angel,” he gritted out, lining up his thick cock with your pussy. 

Smirking and dragging your fingers up to suck them clean of your juices and the come that your cunt had been filled with, you watched as Andy’s eyes darkened with no small sense of satisfaction. “I don’t think so, sir,” you sassed, your tone turning more than a little mocking on the last word. Andy’s eyes flashed at your brattiness. “But you can try to make me.”

With a frustrated growl, Andy shoved his already hard again cock deep in your pussy, hilting himself in your soft, wet heat and wrenching a pleasured cry from your lips. He groaned and wrapped a hand around your throat, the expression on his face making it clear he was determined to put you in your place. His fingers dug into the sides of your neck in a tight hold that left you speechless, like he was making sure you couldn’t talk back anymore.

“You should be careful, angel,” Andy warned as he started fucking your cunt in long, hard, ruthless thrusts, choking you a little harder with his fury. “If you give your body so willingly to a cult of warlocks, they might end up taking your soul, too.” 

As that ominous warning rattled around in your head, Andy set to work ruining your pussy with his big cock, like he was serious about making you regret running from the house before they’d taken you. However, it only made you happier that you hadn’t. You were ecstatic to give yourself willingly to the five warlocks. 

For hours, the warlocks took their time demolishing every single one of your holes, each man coming inside your pussy, ass and mouth at least once, if not more. Their strength and stamina were supernatural, and you were grateful for the spell they’d cast over you because it helped you keep up as they manhandled you around, moving you into whatever position they wanted. 

Sometimes they’d pull you off the table and have you bouncing on two cocks, one in your cunt and one in your ass while you took another in your mouth, your hands wrapped around the last two. When you were too wrung out to sit up, they had you spread out on your back, a cock in your ass, another in your pussy, another in your mouth, and one in each of your hands. 

Eventually, after so long you’d completely lost track of how much time had passed—whether it was a half dozen hours or a half dozen days—the warlocks finally flagged, having exhausted themselves. The last of them collapsed into a chair after spilling his come in your pussy, which was bloated and full from how many loads you’d taken. You looked around dazedly at the wrecked warlocks, all of them sprawled in the high-backed chairs surrounding the table.

The unnatural heat of your arousal finally began to ebb and you realized you must’ve satisfied all the men enough that the spell was wearing off. You only had enough time to smile happily to yourself before you fell into an exhausted sleep on the table, feeling warm and content.

-~-~-

Sometime later, you awoke in a bed softer than clouds, your body deliciously sore and a pleasant ache between your legs. The events of the night came back to you in a rush and desire flamed to life in your core, one that you knew wasn’t prompted by any kind of magic. Your legs, clean of the stickiness of the sweat and come you’d been bathed in the night before, shifted beneath the soft blanket of the bed before you settled back down, a smile curving your lips. 

After a moment of drifting in the haze between sleep and waking, voices began to permeate your peace. You recognized them as belonging to your warlocks, the sound of their voices deepening your smile until you heard what they were talking about. 

“I don’t like this,” Steve was saying, a sharpness in his tone that he’d never used with you. You wondered what he was talking about, your still half-asleep mind struggling to make sense of the conversation, but knowing it wasn’t good if Steve sounded so unhappy. “What if she chooses to leave?”

“Then she chooses to leave,” Ari growled, but there was a note of disquiet in his voice, too. He paused, like he was looking at you and you could almost feel the weight of his stare on your face, distracting you for a moment. But then he went on. “We can’t keep her here forever.” 

“Yeah,” Nick agreed, his voice decisive as he confirmed what Ari said. You could practically see the sharp nod he gave, even though your eyes were still closed as you clung to the last remnants of sleep. “At some point, someone will slip up and forget to redo the spell and she’ll get free anyway.”

Ari huffed an annoyed sound. “That’s not what I meant,” he muttered, sounding almost offended. 

You were having trouble following the conversation. Though you understood they were talking about you, you didn’t know what they meant by there being a choice, though Nick’s words about redoing a spell intrigued you. After the fun you’d had with the warlocks, you were eager to let them do the same libido spell on you—after you’d recovered a little more. Eerily enough, Ransom’s addition to the conversation seemed to echo your own thoughts. 

“I think she’ll agree to stay,” Ransom broke in, the other men going quiet. You could hear the arrogant smirk on his pretty face when he went on. “After the thorough dicking she got last night? What girl wouldn’t want more of that?”

A flush crept through your body, your slit beginning to throb at Ransom’s words. He was right, you wanted more of the warlocks. In fact, you never wanted to leave them, you wanted to stay in the old Drysdale house and let them use your body whenever they wanted. 

As the warlocks muttered their responses to Ransom’s words, you realized the only way you’d discover what they were talking about, what choice they were giving you, was to join the conversation. Blinking in the golden, late afternoon sunshine spilling into the room, you found all five men standing in the doorway of the bedroom where you’d been sleeping. 

The room itself was nice and clean, certainly not what you’d expect from a supposedly abandoned house. You were laying in a large bed with soft white sheets and blankets, while the rest of the room was bright and warm, antique furniture filling the space and a large, thick rug covering the wooden floor. It was cozy, and you thought you could get used to living in a place like this, when the men caught your attention.

Andy, who’d been silent throughout the discussion, was the first to notice you were awake. He pushed through the others and came to sit beside you on the bed. Your body was covered up to your chin with a thick comforter, though you wore nothing else. 

He was dressed in one of the navy blue suits you often saw him wearing around town and his buttoned up appearance made you excruciatingly aware that you were naked beneath the blanket. Looking to the other men, they were all dressed in new clothes, and your core throbbed at the memory of the exceptional amount of pleasure they’d given you the night before.

Pushing past the shyness you felt in their suddenly overwhelming presence, you looked to Andy for answers. “What’re you guys talking about?” you asked, your voice raspy from sleep. Your throat was a little sore from how many times the men had fucked your mouth the night before and you pressed fluttering fingers to it.

Andy seemed to understand what was wrong and he reached for a glass of water on the side table, holding it out to you while helping you sit up so you could drink it. You clutched the blanket to your chest, not really knowing why you cared when all the men had seen you bared and naked far more than clothed the night before. But, you told yourself as you drank the water, that had been different. Now it was the day after and you realized you didn’t know where you stood with the warlocks. Uneasiness settled in your gut.

The men waited patiently until you’d finished off the water. Andy took the empty glass from you and set it back on the side table before explaining.

“You have two options, angel,” he started, sternness in his tone and a grim look on his face. Your stomach flipped and sank, but you appreciated him getting right to the point. You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to lay out your choices. “We can either wipe your memory so you forget everything that happened last night,” he said. His eyes were watching you carefully, so you were certain he saw the way your face fell even if you tried not to show your disappointment.

“We can’t let you go back to your life knowing there’s a secret society of warlocks in town,” Steve jumped in, his expression just as resigned as Andy’s. But he seemed disgruntled about the option Andy had presented, even as he explained why it would be necessary. “It could be dangerous for us if word got out.”

Before you could protest that you’d never tell anyone about them, Andy cut back in, diverting your attention from Steve and the others. 

“Or,” Andy said, shooting a glare at Steve before turning back to you, his expression softening. That little bit of fondness that appeared in his features made your heart soar with hope as you waited with bated breath for the other option. “You can stay with us, and we’ll bind you to us—you’ll be ours.”

“Yes,” you said immediately, not taking even a moment to think it over. You glanced from Andy to the others. “Yes, I want to be yours.” Ransom looked triumphant while Ari grinned and Nick and Steve cracked small smiles, but when you looked back at Andy, his expression was carefully guarded, making you deflate a little. “Please?” Your voice was so small it made you sound pathetic, but you were certain in your heart and soul you knew what you wanted.

Ari strode over to the bed, kneeling beside you and taking one of your hands in both of his. He shot Andy a glare, “Stop being a dick to our girl,” he snapped at Andy before turning to you. “Ignore Barber, he’s just worried you aren’t thinking this through.”

“But I know what I want,” you protested, looking first to Andy and then the other men, who were moving closer to the bed. 

Nick sat beside your feet, reaching out with one hand and wrapping it around your ankle through the blanket, giving you a comforting squeeze as he addressed Andy. “Why don’t you tell her what being bound to us means,” Nick suggested. “Once she has all the information, you can’t accuse her of deciding too rashly.” 

Shooting an exasperated look around at the others, Andy finally settled his deep blue gaze on you. “Your soul will be ours, angel,” he said carefully, like he was breaking bad news to you. 

But what he said didn’t sound so bad, you were already fairly certain the warlocks owned your heart—you’d given it to them at some point the night before when they’d been filling your body so exquisitely. But Andy didn’t seem to be done.

Andy cleared his throat. “Your life will be inextricably linked to ours,” he said in that same grim tone. “You won’t be able to stand being away from us for any period of time, you’ll have to move in with us, stay with us, or it’ll hurt you,” Andy explained. He paused briefly, but you knew he still had more to say so you stayed quiet. He took a deep, fortifying breath before pinning you with his gaze. “You’ll live until the last of us dies, and then you’ll join us in the afterlife.” 

His words echoed in the quiet room and you turned over what he’d said, thinking about what it meant. If you were to be bound to the warlocks, you’d be giving yourself to five men, five men you’d have to spend the rest of your life with, since it sounded like you could never leave them for fear of the binding causing you harm. And then you’d spend eternity with them in the afterlife.

Looking around the room, you could admit to yourself you didn’t know most of the men very well. Aside from Ari, you hadn’t spent any time with them other than the marathon gangbang the night before, which wasn’t exactly conducive to learning if you had any shared hobbies with the others. But that didn’t mean you were incompatible with them. 

Taking your silence as hesitation, Ransom jumped in, filling the quiet that had fallen after Andy’s explanation. “Don’t worry, doll, we’ll take good care of you,” he promised, a hint of desperation in his tone. “You’ll be our perfect little pet, and we’ll dick you down just like last night all the time.” He shot you an arrogant smirk, that made you snort, but the others groaned. Steve, who was standing beside Ransom, smacked him upside the head.

“What Drysdale means,” Ari gritted out, squeezing your hand and drawing your attention to him. You sucked in a breath at the hope in his face, his blue eyes sparkling with emotion as he stared deep into your soul. “Is that you can live a long and happy life with us,” he promised, sincerity in his tone. “We’ll take care of you in every way a man should take care of a woman—in this life and the next.”

You couldn’t stop your heart from clenching at the genuine longing you felt for Ari and what he promised. But his words sparked a question in you. “What if one of you wants to get married?” you asked, remembering that all five of the men were some of the town’s most eligible bachelors. You’d overheard many a woman at the grocery store or coffeeshop bemoaning the fact that Andy hadn’t met the right woman yet, or wondering whether Nick had a wife somewhere else that he visited while he traveled. Worry made your stomach sour as you glanced at Andy, asking, “Will you leave me for someone else?”

Pain lanced through Andy’s expression and he opened his mouth to respond, but Steve was quicker, sitting down at your feet and wrapping his hand around your other ankle. Both he and Nick squeezed you comfortingly through the blankets. “Warlocks don’t take wives,” Steve explained. “Not in the way humans do.”

Nick picked up where he left off. “When a cult of warlocks is bound to a mate, that’s it for them,” he said, his normally cold expression going soft as he stared at you. His eyes pleaded with you to understand. 

And you did—as much as you were able. You understood that they were warlocks and they clearly had different ways of going about marriage, or mating, or binding, or whatever they wanted to call it. So long as it meant you could depend on them not to bind you and leave you, you were happy with the explanation. 

Ari threaded his fingers through yours and brought your hand to his lips, kissing the back softly. “What are you thinking, sweetheart?”

It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes—again—but one look at Andy’s still guarded expression told you he wasn’t convinced yet that you’d thought it through enough. Wracking your brain, you voiced the first questions you could think of. “Do I have to do anything for the binding? And what happens after?” You looked around at the men. “I mean, you don’t all live together, so how will that work?”

Andy’s eyes shone with pride and a little pleased smile curled the edges of his mouth, nearly hidden in the depths of his beard, as he answered. “You won’t have to do anything for the binding,” he said. “But it’ll have to wait until the next full moon,” he glanced over at Ransom.

The man had been cowed since Nick had slapped him upside the head, but another cocky smile spread across his face. “You can stay here until then, doll,” he said, his voice mockingly gracious. “Can’t have you going around town blabbing our secret to everyone.” He winked, taking the sting out of his words and quelling your protest before it could even form on your tongue. 

Nodding decisively, Andy went on. “After the binding ritual, we’ll figure it out.” He gave you a small smile. “If you want us all together, we can probably work that out,” he said, glancing around at the others, daring them to contradict him, though none of the other men looked like they wanted to. Satisfied, Andy looked back to you. “Once you’re bound to us, you’ll spend time with us individually as well as all together.”

“Will you cast that libido spell on me again?” you asked, trying to mask the eagerness you felt, but failing. Ari huffed a laugh beside you and the others chuckled. Andy even smirked at your keenness, though he wiped the expression away quickly.

“Once you’re bound to us, you’ll feel some changes,” he said, picking his words carefully. At your confused expression, he explained further. “Your strength and stamina will increase, so you’ll be able to keep up with us.”

“You’ll also be able to get pregnant,” Ari cut in, his voice low and deep and doing delicious things to your core.

Still, you looked at him surprised. “Was that not possible before?” you asked, thinking of all the come the warlocks had left in your cunt.

Andy shook his head. “No, warlocks can only impregnate their mate,” he said.

You breathed a little sigh of relief. You hadn’t been concerned with getting pregnant the night before since you’d been overwhelmed with your desire as a result of the spell, but you were glad you didn’t need to think about that until later. Still, you didn’t hate the idea of letting your men knock you up with a little baby warlock. You mulled over everything Andy and the others had told you while you looked around the room.

Each of the men had different levels of hope in their expressions. Andy’s face was still a little guarded, but his eyes were intent on you, watching you like he couldn’t look away. If you weren’t mistaken, you saw some glimmers of hope in their depths that made you smile. Looking to Ari, he wore his hope plainly on his face; and when you glanced at him, he squeezed your hand reassuringly, giving you a small smile.

Ransom stared at you with a greedy kind of covetousness, his expression and posture looking confident, but you saw some uncertainty in the depths of this blue eyes that endeared you to him. He was a bit of an arrogant asshole, but you were starting to warm to his charm. Nick’s face was a cracked mask of cold, his hope and possessiveness burning plainly in his gaze as it stayed fixed on you. And Steve looked reluctant to hope, like he wasn’t sure if he should put his faith in you to choose the group of warlocks. It nearly broke your heart, which made you certain all over again that your heart was very much involved in the decision you were making.

All five men were so different, but it felt as if they could each give you something you needed. Andy’s sternness, Ari’s care, Ransom’s confidence, Nick’s ruthlessness and Steve’s darkness—it all fed different parts of your being, some of which you didn’t even know about until they’d taken you. After your night with them, you couldn’t imagine letting them wipe your memories and sending you back to your life.

You knew everything would change for you if you gave in. But when you thought of what you’d be giving up to give yourself to them—a boring life and an uncertainty about whether you’d ever find anyone who wanted you half as much as the five men surrounding you did—the decision was easy. They wanted you and you wanted them. You knew you’d grow to love all five of them, and they’d grow to love you, too. 

With that thought, your conviction solidified in your chest. You smiled at each of the men—your men, your warlocks—and took a deep breath. Turning to Andy, you told them your decision. “I want to stay with you—I want to be yours,” you said, holding his gaze and showing that you wouldn’t back down. Pride flared in Andy’s gaze as you went on. “I want to belong to all of you, I want to be bound to your cult of warlocks.” 

As the words left your lips, you had no worries or concern, only confidence that you were making the right choice for yourself by giving your body and soul to the warlocks. You knew they’d never let you regret it—and you were right. They never did.

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Can you write a Christmas tale using this song

[sstan-hoe]

𝑽𝒆𝒆'𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑱𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆

This year to save me from tears, I will post a Christmas Challenge! I took this into a lot of consideration and went through some stuff to hopefully make it perfect! In the following you will find the needed information;

How can you participate?

— you fill out the form (you will find it at the end of this post) and then I will write you down as well as send you an email that you are now a part of the challenge!

When does it start and end?

— it starts at the 1st December 2023 and ends 31st December 2023

When can you start posting?

— all fics can be started posting at the 1st December and the last fic should be posted at the 31st December. In between this time frame you can post whenever you want!

— It's also completely okay if you post until the 14th January 2024 because you need more time, just send me a DM and I will note it down!

What can you write?

— in the email mentioned previously I'm going to give you a prompt, a AU and depending on how you fill out the form a smut/fluff/angst themed word, as well as a Christmas word.

-> important to know is that you do not have to write every or anything that is written in the email. The only thing I ask is that it's related to Christmas!

Who can you write?

— it can be anyone from this list; . However if you have another character you want to write that is not on the list, but in the fandom then just text me and I will add them! All I ask for you to write them into the form.

How many fics can you submit?

— honestly there is no limit! if you want a new email then fill out the form again or write for every prompt/ theme on the card a different fic, what ever you want!

Are there rules?

— yes. There is a difference between content and format however;

Format;

fics longer than 500 words need a "keep reading"

if you write a dark/ smut fanfiction then you have to put everything that may be triggering to people into warning so they can read it beforehand

Content;

I leave a lot up to you, but what is a no go is non-con and I think this is about the only thing

What can the prompts/ themes include?

— prompts can variet from smut to fluff to angst and more! Sometimes it could also be a song prompt from our favourite Christmas songs!

— themes can be a kink, a word associated with fluff/ angst and a word related to Christmas

-> for the prompt and theme it heavily depends if you want to write fluff/ smut/ angst – or all three. This is just to give an idea, you do not have to use any of them, you can use one or write more fics with them. Whatever you like!

What do you have to include in your post?

— you need to use the tag #vee's holly jolly challenge and mention me in your fic (@sstan-hoe) so I can see them.

What happens after you post?

— I will read the fic, reblog the fic and add you to a masterlist that will be published at the end of the challenge!

If you have more questions do not hesitate to ask me!! And I myself will post some fics too!

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Useful links;

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— slide in my inbox if you have questions

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[greatmoonwombat]

Its the least I could do for you after reading these amazing stories.💕

𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞

welcome to the land of fairytales, where desires you never knew you had will come true. thank you @georgiapeach30513 & @royalsweetteaa for helping me with this.

18+ only please, do not copy, repost or translate my work. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 - pairing: prince ransom drysdale x princess reader

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𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 - pairing: prince frank adler x mermaid reader

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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 - pairing: street rat lloyd hansen x princess reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 - pairing: prince lance tucker x maid reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader

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𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒆 - pairing: hunter lee bodecker x shifter reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader 

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 - pairing: big bad wolf luke danes x little red riding hood reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2024 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long year. College classes started up again this fall and I'm swamped with work. This is my list for Kinktober this year. I will do my best to keep up but anywho, I hope you enjoy!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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

Day 1: Deepthroating/Facesitting (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 2: Semi-Public Sex (Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader)🔥

Day 3: Knotting (Alpha!Jim Hopper x Assistant!Omega!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 4: Phone Sex (John Winchester x Hunter!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 5: Squirting (Obsessive!Perv!Billy Hargrove x Bimbo!Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 6: Cuckolding (Shy!Jake Jensen x FemmeFatal!Fem!Reader x Franklin Clay) 🌙🔥

Day 7: Biting/Marking (Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 8: Morning Sex (CACW!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 9: Praise Kink (Insecure!Geralt of Rivia x Healer!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 10: Mommy Kink (Needy!Johnny Storm (CE) x Mommy!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥👿

Day 11: Caught (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 12: Sex Toys (Lawyer!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 13: Virginity Kink (Professor!Logan Howlett x Virgin!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 14: Shotgunning (Needy!Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 15: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Steve Rogers x Princess!Fem!Reader) 🕸️🔥

Day 16: Spanking (Johnny Storm (CE) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 17: Breeding (Wolf-Hybrid!Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 18: Tittyfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-Sized!X-Men!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 19: Hate Sex (Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader) 👿🌙🔥

Day 20: Edging (Young!Logan Howlett (X-Men1) x Professor!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 22: Stripping (CEO!Nick Fowler x Stripper!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 23: Anal Sex (Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 24: Pegging (Brat!Wade Wilson x Mean!Dom!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 25: Lactation (Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Pregnant!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 26: Age Difference (Older!Daryl Dixon (Alexandria Era) x 20s!Sunshine!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 27: Gagging (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bimbo!Fem!Reader)

Day 28: DP in One Hole (CEO!Married!Stucky x Assistant!Fem!Reader)

Day 29: Gloryhole (Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader)

Day 30: Panty Raid/Panty Kink (Shy!Perv!Jake Jensen x Slight!Perv!Fem!Reader)

Day 31: Videoing (Camboy!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader)

[jiyascepter]

───── May

So I decided that I should be making my monthly reading lists to promote some fellow writers even more, even if one person reads a fic from here it would change something, wouldn't it?

(idk if tumblr would let me tag so many writers at once, but the links to fics work so pls check out their profiles too!)

And also if I ever want to reread them it would be easier to find 👀 I'll try my best to make these lists every month ✨️

So here are some lovely fanfics I've read this month, please make sure to give them some love by commenting or reblogging, it means a lot to us writers 🤍

Fluff: 🥰 | Angst: 💔 | Hurt/Comfort: ❤️‍🩹 | Smut: 🔥 | Dark: 🖤 | Humor: 😆

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Loki's Island Fever [Avengers!Loki x reader] | ongoing 🔥😆

@vbecker10

Talk to Me [Loki x f!reader] Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 is wip | ❤️‍🩹🥰

@lokischambermaid

From The Horny Misadventures of Nomad Steve:

Disciplinary Action [Nomad!Steve Rogers x Agent!reader] 🔥

Positive Reinforcement [Nomad!Steve Rogers x Agent!reader] 🔥😆

@lokisgoodgirl

Distractions [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Like a Queen [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Also check out her upcoming series : The Rite

@buckys-wintersoldier

His name, his property [Dark!Steve Kemp x f!reader] 🖤🔥

Glazed (donut) Holes [Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x girlfriend!reader] 🔥

Teasing [Dom Bf!Bucky x Sub gf!reader] 🔥

Little Perv co-written with @lanabuckybarnes [Stepbrother!Bucky Barnes x Stepsister!Reader x BestFriend!Steve Rogers] 🔥

Bucky Offers You a Better Job [CEO!Bucky x Assistant f!reader] 🔥

Domination [SoftDom!Bucky x Sub!reader] 🔥

How Love Works [Ransom Drysdale x reader] 🥰

@foxherder

Loki imagine (based off The Avengers) [Loki x reader] 🥰

@vbecker10

Help you bear it [Loki x f!reader] ❤️‍🩹

You Can't Hurt Me [Loki x f!reader] ❤️‍🩹

What Prank? [Bucky x f!reader] 🥰😆

Running Into Trouble [Loki x f!reader] 🥰

Whatever It Takes [Loki x f!reader] 🥰 slight🔥

The Dress [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Don't Forget [Loki x Disabled Female reader] 🥰❤️‍🩹

@loki-cees-all

Keeping Score [TVA!Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@sarahscribbles

Vanilla and Honeycomb [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@bookishtheaterlover7

How Long Could We Be a Sad Song? [Chris Evans x Secret Girlfriend!Reader] 💔

@muddyorbsblr

Curiosities [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@mischiefmaker615

Feral [Frost Giant!Loki x f!reader] 🖤🔥

@buckets-and-trees

Give Up [Alpha!Bucky x Fem Omega!reader] 🔥

@simplyholl

The Interview [Rockstar!Bucky x f!reader] 🔥

Truly Desperate [Loki x f!reader] 🔥😆

@lulubelle814

The Accident and the Misunderstanding [Tom Hiddleston x Reader] 💔🥰

@sergeantbarnessdoll

You Stayed [Steve Kemp x reader] 🥰

@buckysdarling

If You Wanna Come, Give My Brother Some [Steve x reader x Bucky] 🔥

@mrs-illyrian-baby

No Sacrifice Without Blood [Vampire!Loki x reader] 🖤🔥

@divine-knight-hand

A Show Of Temptation [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

So yeah these were all the amazing stories I read this month, make sure to give these a read ! Also if you have any fic recs please let me know ;)

[holyluluslibrary]

Library reblog

SHG for killers (1) - The first meeting

Summary: 6 men meet up to talk about their problems. They soon realize they need someone to help them solve their problems. This person is you. Whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Steve Kemp x fem!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader, Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x fem!Reader, Andy Barber x fem!Reader, God, the bounty hunter x fem!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of murder/killing for money, serial killers/hitmen, mentions of blood/gore, talk about crimes, self-help group for killers/hitmen, world building, we get to know the men first

Self-help group for killers masterlist

“IT STINGS!” His screams of pain and agony echo in Lloyd Hansen’s mind when he wakes from another restless slumber.

He’s a stone-cold mercenary. Merciless and fearless. Or he was. That was until a certain former CIA lapdog pissed onto everything Lloyd stands for. It doesn’t help that he lost two fingers while hunting Six down.

“Bastard,” he curses under his breath as his eyes focus on his hand mutilation. “Still miss my pussy fingers,” Lloyd grumbles angrily. “Wait until I find you, Sierra Six. You’re a dead man; you just don’t know it yet.”

He closes his eyes, replaying the scene again. Lloyd grits his teeth, remembering how he got into a grapple with Six, who blew off Lloyd's left pinkie and ring finger.

The finger prosthetics don’t make him feel better. Sierra’s win over him, the loss of his fingers and reputation, still stings. His self-confidence and ego were not only bruised but torn in two.

For months, he fails mission after mission. His team is long gone, and so is his patience. Lloyd is angry and out for blood. Preferable Sierra Six’s blood.

He tried anything to find the renegade assassin. So far, he didn’t even find a trace. Sierra Six is a master at hiding from his enemies. Lloyd gives him that.

“One day, you’ll pay for what you did.”

“No drugs. No contact with other offenders. No missing an appointment,” Ransom’s probation officer recites all the rules he must follow. “Mr. Drysdale, did you even listen?”

“All of you are telling me the same thing.” Ransom sneers. “You’re the fifth guy in not four months. I know the rules.” He leans back in the uncomfortable and cheap chair the probation officer offered him. “All of you try to get me behind bars again; I get it. You’re pissed because I got earlier than everyone expected.”

“Mr. Drysdale,” the probation officer replies, watching Ransom munch another cookie. “I really don’t have the time to make plans to get you behind bars again. That’s not in my job description. If you don’t have any problems, we can end the meeting for today.”

“Shit, just a sec.” Robert doesn’t have the time to talk to his ex today. “Listen, you got the money and the car. Let’s part on good terms.” He’s poorly hiding his anger. If she says one more word, he’ll sneak into her new apartment and kill her and the bastard who’s banging her brains out now. “I got a job to do.”

Robert hangs up the phone. He’s not done with the body yet. The client wants proof that her husband is dead. She’s a naughty one, Robert thinks to himself while getting the saw out. Well, all for customer satisfaction.

The doctor is not happy. He tried anything to make sure his business was flowing. Sadly, some people try to stop him from being successful.

“You had to cross me, didn’t you?" He looks down at his former partner and sneers. “We could’ve made so much money. But you had to find your conscience.”

Steve kicks the dead man, grunting as he’s bleeding on the brand-new carpet at his office. Killing his partner wasn’t in his plans for today. It’s not the first time he got his hand dirty.

If Steve were honest, he’d admit that he likes to get his hands dirty. As a doctor, he should save other people’s lives, not take them. Still, he can’t help but feel excited about his latest decision.

Watching the family grieve over the death of their recently killed father and husband, God furrows his brows. He never understood human emotions. The man he killed was a tyrant. He betrayed his business partners, terrorized his family, and cheated on his wife.

The man remains in his hideout to watch the family and friends mourn their loss. Lately, he likes to stick around to watch their reaction. Some scream. Others silently cry.

God likes the ones who put on a show for others the most. He did so all his life. Pretending in public that he’s a normal guy.

The truth is, he feels hollow because he never belonged...

Andy Barber steps out of the courtroom with his head held high. He won another case and can’t help but smirk as his opponent seems to be salty.

“Barber,” the prosecutor says, venom in his voice. “Congratulations on letting another monster go free.”

“If you wanted them in jail,” Andy says, and he dips his head to watch his client smirk at the victims of his cruelty, “you should’ve been a better lawyer.”

Andy walks toward his client, a spring in his step to shake the monster’s hand. He smirks and assures the man he deserves to walk out of the courtroom as a free man. Andy squeezes the man’s hand hard, making him wince. Who would’ve thought a lawyer could be so strong?

The serial rapist ends up dead after the accused was acquitted for lack of evidence. Lloyd recites the newspaper. “I see you’ve been very active lately, Barber. Do I need to remind you to keep it low?”

“No one asked you,” Andy shoots back. He doesn’t know why he’s still coming to the so-called self-help group. Andy doesn’t feel guilty for killing his clients. Who else would punish them for their crimes? “They had a choice, Hansen. It wasn’t me letting him go.”

“He’s not wrong,” Ransom says between munching a cookie and sipping on the expensive mochaccino he bought on his way to the group. “Baber got a point there.”

“Who asked you, amateur?” Robert sneers. He just can’t stand Barber or Drysdale. They are not worth his time, or so he thinks. He’s fine with Hansen and the guy calling himself God. They are like him—professionals. “I don’t even know why you, Mr. Lawyer, are here.”

“I invited them,” Hansen grunts. “If you want to leave, you can go anytime. I founded this group, not you.”

“Man, stop making a fuss!” Pronge shows his palms. “I only wanted to point out that they are not professionals. What if the cops find out about their hobby? What if they decide to get a deal and rat us out?”

Lloyd snorts. He looks at the black leather glove hiding his prosthetic fingers. “No one rats Lloyd Hansen out. We all agreed on complete secrecy. What we discuss here stays within this room.”

Andy rubs his bearded chin. Coming to the group to talk about the crimes he committed helped him improve. Lloyd and God even gave him advice on how to make his crimes look like accidents. “I’m going to therapy now,” he admits. “Not to talk about my hobby, though.”

“Therapy, huh?” Lloyd taunts, while Ransom smirks. God and Robert busy themselves with checking their phones for new clients. “I hope you’re not talking about our little group with the doctor.”

Steve sneers. “Don’t call these incompetent wannabes doctors. They are by all means nothing but pathetic losers trying to tell you how to live your life.”

“No one asked you, Dr. Frankenstein,” Ransom snaps at Steve. “Did you work on some nice asses and tits lately?”

“Shut up,” Steve jumps up, knocking his chair over. “At least I got a job, and I don’t live off my family’s money.”

“Shut up yourself!” Ransom puts his cookies aside and throws the rest of his mochaccino at Steve.

“Gentlemen!” Lloyd yells at Steve and Ransom. “We come here to talk about our problems and help each other improve. I didn’t come here, freezing my ass off on the way to watch you fight like girls over the latest fashion trend.”

“The therapy helps me more than coming here,” Andy raises his voice. “Your advice was good, but I think I’ll stick to her.”

The men stop fighting and stare at Andy.

“Her?” Lloyd licks his lips. “You’ve got a pretty little doctor for your therapist? Why didn’t you tell us before? We would’ve been all ears.”

“Why does this make a difference?” Andy cocks a brow. “She’s got a good reputation and listens to me. I talked to her for months, and she never pressured me into talking about my family.”

“Boohoo, your wife killed your murderous son and is as dead as your latest victim,” Lloyd mocks Andy. “Let’s talk about that pretty ass you’re seeing. Show us her reputation and shit.”

“Why?” Andy sighs deeply. He knew it was a mistake to talk about you and your sessions.

“For science,” Lloyd grins and snatches the phone out of Andy’s hand. Before Andy can protest, Lloyd throws the phone at God, nodding at him. “Unlock it, and look for the doc.”

Steve rolls his eyes. He didn’t come here to talk about some therapist. “Can we go back to business? Barber has a therapist. Maybe he even bangs her. Who cares?”

“Bangs her?” That picked Lloyd’s interest. “Not the worst idea. Maybe as a new version of therapy. Fuck all the bad memories out of her sweet cunt.”

“Got it,” God says and throws the phone at Lloyd. Y/N Y/L/N,” he recites your address and contact information. “She looks cute.”

“Cute?” Ransom laughs. “I didn’t know the word cute in your vocabulary. Show me.” Ransom walks toward Lloyd to look at the phone in his hands. “Not bad. Hey Barber, does she have a cute ass too?”

“Why are we talking about some woman? If our meeting is over, I’ll go back to business,” Steve says as he gets up. He wants to walk past Lloyd but glances at the phone. “Hmm…I’ve seen her before.”

Steve snatches the phone out of Lloyd’s hands. He looks at the pictures of you, licking his lips.

“Stop stalking my therapist,” Andy angrily says. “Can I get my phone back now?”

“I remember now,” Steve exclaims while staring at your pictures. “She accompanied one of her patients. They wanted surgery, but she talked them out of it. I hated her.” He shrugs.

“I bet she’s an uptight little doctor,” Lloyd muses. His smirk darkens as he looks at the men he brought together around two years ago. “Barber, did you already have a taste? I bet she tastes like strawberries.”

“Hansen, that is enough,” Andy grumbles. He snatches the phone out of Lloyd’s hands and turns to leave. “This was a waste of time!”

“Not to me.” Lloyd clenches and unclenches his fists. “I think I found something that will help us improve as a group. You all came here to talk about your problems and to get better at what you’re doing. I think this sweet doctor will be a big help.

Tags in reblog.

[irislirios]

fave fanfics

just a lil collection of my fave fics! amazing writers with amazing works!! will update as soon as i find more faves! ps: some of these works are +18!

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner x reader

beneath the ice by @hoe4hotchner

choiceless hope by @hotchfiles

darling, in any life by @hotchfiles

help me hold onto you by @hotchfiles

how far we’ve come by @14buddy22

in nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti by @hotchfiles

lingerie by @hoe4hotchner

bau x reader

out of time | part 2 | part 3 by @freckles-things

jemily x reader

missed game by @elizabethsnuts

luke alvez x reader

what's the fascination? by @etclouie

spencer reid x reader

as time goes by by @parfaitblogs

talk some sense to me | part 2 by @sinfulspencer

tempting the cowboy by @incognit0slut

trouble almost all my life by @januaryembrs

twisted by @dreamwritesimagines

wavelength by @pathologicalreid

FAST & FURIOUS

dante reyes x reader

lavender love by @missjadesfics

MARVEL

bucky barnes x reader

a touch of comfort by @fanficimagery

pick me by @buckyalpine

to have & to hold by @slyyywriting

namor x reader

doctor by @acciopietro

natasha romanoff x reader

underestimated butterfly by @canumoveurseatup-no

peter parker x reader

alone by @strangermarvelss

steve rogers x reader

halloween is the perfect time for tricks—and treats by @witchywithwhiskey

stony x reader

secret by @sinner-as-saint

stucky x reader

big boys by @lostalioth

protect and forget by @myfictionaldreams

tony stark x reader

How long have you wanted this? by @empresskylo

(un)broken by @abrunettefangirlnerd

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

andy barber & ari levinson & ransom drysdale & nick fowler & steve kemp x female reader

giving your body and soul to the warlocks by @witchywithwhiskey

STRANGER THINGS

eddie munson x reader

private viewing by @lokis-army-77

THE GRAY MAN

lloyd hansen x reader

3 billion divorce by @deliciousangelfestival

THE RED SEA DIVING RESORT

ari levinson x reader

who loves you by @sweetsbfreex

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

elijah mikaelson x reader

the mikaelson update by @fanficimagery

klaus mikaelson x reader

entirety of eternity by @aklaustaleteller

multiple characters

kinktober {day seven} by @wholoveseggs

[sstan-hoe]

𝒊𝒊. 𝑰 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — there is no violence but reader is scared shitless, trigger warning

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I hope this is not too fast, the next chapter will be complete filth so he prepared and it might take longer as it will be longer — the following smut chapter will only include the name of the character in the tags!!

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵

You found yourself in a neat bedroom, it had an included bathroom, a King-sized bed, a dark wooden desk and one big closet next to a drawer.

The room was simple yet beautiful, the walls painted in a cool white, the furniture was in the same dark wood which paired perfectly with the velvet red bedsheets and pillows of the bed. It gave the room a rich atmosphere.

As your gaze drifted to the closet you remembered your clothes that were still in your car. You weren’t sure if Bucky and Ari could get your car to the mansion or helped you get your clothes.

You walked back down to the kitchen in search for one of the two men, but there was only Lloyd getting a beer from the fridge. He looked intimidating and had to build up all your confidence to speak to him.

Lloyd had notice you standing behind him, how could he not your scent was too strong.

“Uhm, uh Lloyd?” you asked carefully stepping towards him. Said man turned around with a smirk, “what can I do for you, trésor?” he asked putting the beer on the counter next to him.

“I have no clothes, they’re still in my car…,” you tod him fumbling with your fingers. Lloyd gave a sigh and he started to think, he wouldn’t let you go out that was for sure. It was too late and the journey too long for his liking.

“Mhm, I could give you a shirt of mine and some shorts until tomorrow. Then we can get everything,” he proposed, and you nodded along, the idea wasn’t bad, so you accepted.

“Then come on,” he said waving his hand telling you to follow him. Lloyd left the beer in the kitchen and led you through the foyer to the steps. “Tomorrow Bucky can give you a complete tour of all the rooms, all the bedrooms are on the second floor which means we will be just a few feet away,” Lloyd reassured you.

It did make you feel better as you didn’t have to worry about finding no one in the big house at night – or any daytime for that matter.

After you had climbed the stairs, Lloyd walked in into the direction of your room but two door prior he opened mahogany door. He stepped to the side letting you enter his quarters, your mouth dropping as you took in the breath-taking room.

The bedroom was spacious, there was a little hallway before you were able to see the whole room. Right next to it was a nightstand and a king-sized bed with black sheets, red pillows, and a red duvet. The headboard had a rounded triangle top and pillars on each side. Opposite from the bed where tall windows which overlooked the forest and a few mountains.

Lloyd turned on the light causing your eyes to snap up to the chandelier, it was made out of the same mahogany wood as the rest of the room.

He took your hand guided you to sit on his bed, “relax trésor,” he said before walking to his closet that was on the left of the windows. Opening the immense doors he revealed a row of black suits, dress shirts, polo shirts and expensive looking jackets.

“What does that mean?” you couldn’t help but ask as he again used the nickname for you. Lloyd turned around, “it means ‘treasure’ in French,” he smirked a little. Your cheeks heat up at the reveal of the meaning.

The man pulled out a white dress shirt, then he opened a drawer from beneath and took out a short sweatpants.

You watched him closely as he walked around the room, you still couldn’t believe how you ended up in a house with eight gorgeous man.

The moon was shining through the tanned windows, the light glazing onto Lloyd’s skin. At second glance his skin looked dark red, but that was probably just because his room was coloured in the dark red.

“Here you go,” he snapped you out as he laid the clothes on your lap. The light of the moon was now on his back, you couldn’t see that it turned his skin red once again, that it looked like his upper body was completely bare.

Your fingers touched the soft fabric, gently stroking it, “thank you Lloyd,” you mumbled absently as your mind was focused on the smooth fabric.

The bed dipped next to you, “everything okay?” Lloyd pulled you from your thoughts again. You turned your head towards him, and a frightened scream left your lips. His face was now fully exposed to the moonlight, his skin dark red, eyes pitch black, on his head allusions to two horns and behind him unfolded dragon like wings that were only a few shades darker than his skin.

Scrambling off the bed you took a run towards the door, Lloyd looked confused but as his eyes glazed over his hand, he realized what had happened, “shit, fucking shit,” he cursed.

As you opened the door you ran right into Bucky, he caught you in his arms, “hey, hey, hey what’s wrong?” he asked while his eyes scanned over your features. You looked up at him just as the moonlight was lightening his face, Bucky looked just like Lloyd.

Instead of screaming you wriggled yourself out of his arms and ran down the hallway to the stairs, fear written all over your face.

You knew this was a bad idea to even step into this house, you should have realized it when you noticed that all of them were hot as fuck - hot as hell more like.

Back in Lloyd’s room Bucky finally noticed why you ran, his eyes scanned his friend's features before he looked at his own hands. “Why didn’t you close the curtains?!” the brunette scolded Lloyd who glared at him, “because I wanted her to leave. Obviously, I wasn’t aware that today was a fucking full moon!”

“Oh, now stop acting like you’re a werewolf, we can decide when we change appearance,” Bucky turned around walking out of Lloyd’s room with him following close behind. “Yeah, but when the full moon shines on our skin you fucking see it,” he kept arguing with Bucky.

“Stop trying to find excuses, she’s gone now and we gotta find her,” Bucky got louder as walked along the hallway.

The others came from their rooms as they heard the loud noises, Steve Rogers was the first to speak up, “Buck what’s going on?”

Bucky huffed an annoyed laugh, “Hansen over here couldn’t hide his true form in front of our little guest who now has run off,” he explained, receiving rows of groans. “Hey! None of you were against the idea of telling her anyway,” Lloyd began defending himself.

“Let’s just find her and you stay away from her until she decides it’s okay,” Ari ordered, pointing his finger at Lloyd at the end of the sentence.

The men parted ways in search of you.

You run, your brain tells you to run faster and faster. Tree after tree passed your sight until you couldn’t run anymore, you were out of breath. You didn’t want to stop, but your waist hurt, and your feet screamed at you to stop.

Looking around you saw a few trees further away from the road, a good hiding spot. You let yourself fall against the tree slowly drifting down with heavy breaths. This wasn’t real, this isn’t real, you’re dreaming. You told yourself over and over again, demons were not real.

Suddenly all air was knocked from your lungs as you heard Ari call your name, was he like them? Of course, he was! Why else would he live with them?

“Please, we won’t hurt you! Can we at least talk? Just listen to us and then when you don’t want to stay Rogers, Bucky and I will fix your car instantly, please,” his tone sounded sad and you could almost think he was begging, almost. You didn’t believe him one bit, you tried slowing down your breathing in hopes he wouldn’t hear you.

Ari’s enhanced hearing picked up on your breathing and carefully walked into the direction of the trees. He had no intentions of hurting you - neither did one of the men. All of them were aware that they had to tell you in some way and as soon as possible, but this was certainly not how they wanted you to find out.

You heard leaves rustle around you and closed your eyes in fear. A quiet whimper left your lips, never in your life before had you been so scared.

“Please, I promise you that we will not hurt you and for what it’s worth I’m not allowed to break promises,” Ari continued talking, his voice coming closer and closer to you. There was not a bone in your body that believed him.

Ari carefully rounded the trees and came face to face with you, his sudden appearance caused you to scream loudly and hit the back of your head against the tree. The piercing pain made a few tears roll down your cheeks.

“No, oh, cherry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he instantly started talking. You realized that all of the different nicknames annoyed you, couldn’t they settle for one?

“Go away, please I don’t want to die,” you cried, choking on your own saliva. Ari looked horrified, he didn’t want you to think they were going to kill you.

He slowly walked towards you while you tried to squeeze yourself inside the tree which did not work.

“I promise you, we will not hurt you. We just want to be friends, get to know you, help you. Let me look at your head or better Brandon, he’s a doctor,” the demon tried again. Your eyes hardened, why wouldn’t he just go away? You realized that he wouldn’t leave you alone so it was either sit here and he might force you or act confident, threaten him and then run as soon as you can.

“Fine, but if you dare to do anything but the promise you made, then I will cut off your dick,” you threatened him and pushed yourself up with the help of the tree. A piercing pain runs through your body making you whimper.

“Cher-,” “Don’t touch me. Stop with the nickname.”

You walked by him and into the direction of the house with him trailing behind you. Ari had called the others to tell them he found you and you were on the way.

Back at the house Ari told you to go into the living room where the other men - demons already sat. All of them looked like kicked puppies. You sat down in an armchair opposite from the demons.

“Why are you all so silent? You want to explain? Then explain,” you didn’t know where the boots of confidence were coming from, but you loved it. “Could Steve look at your head while we explain?” Ari asked and you rolled your eyes, “if he must.”

Lloyd and Nick had a shit eating grin on their faces. It was clearly visible how much they enjoyed your mannerism at the moment. Steve Kemp got up to get the first aid kit, Rogers and Ransom sat there not knowing what to do and Bucky desperately wanted to apologize.

“We’re sorry, we wanted to tell you! But not just yet because we were scared how you would react, we don’t want to hurt you. Actually, we really want to spend time with you, doll,” Bucky immediately began and the nickname was making your blood boil again.

“Okay let’s pause for a second, either find one nickname or none,” you interrupted him. The men looked at each other, all of them thinking they understood each other.

“Trésor,” “cherry,” “darling,” “bunny,” “kitten,” “doll,” “sweetheart,” “princess,” they said unison, and quickly realized their mistake. You groaned and clutched your hand against your head, if you were really going to stay you would make them have a therapy session together once a day.

“We will come back to that later, what are you?” you changed the subject back right as Steve moved your head to inspect it for any major injuries. “You seem good, but if you decide to stay here the night, we gotta keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t have a concussion,” the brunette explained, you nodded in response - you wondered if Steve was even a real doctor.

“Well, uh, we’re incubus…,” your eyes instantly widened in shock at Ransom's words. You weren’t all in the topic about incubus and succubus, but you knew they were sex demons.

“You, all of you are sex demons?” you asked slowly, still not believing what was happening, “I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming….”

“No, you’re not, please believe us. We would never harm you and-,” “even if we were to harm you, first we would fuck you,” all eyes went from Andy to Ransom.

Your jaw dropped at his words, your thoughts were all over the place, your head hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep. A part of you wanted to give and just be with them, their aura was alluring, it might have been the reason why you wanted to stay with them.

However, you also asked yourself if their explanation was of any use on how your judgment about them would change.

“Ignore Ransom. We will answer all of your questions,” Bucky continued and stood up from his seat to walk over to you. He got on one knee in front of you, “can you forgive us? I will do everything you want,” he looked at you with big puppy eyes and you wanted to slap yourself for thinking how cute he looked.

You also wanted to slap yourself for what you were about to say, “I will forgive you…not now, but at one point,” if all of them were going to be like Bucky and had the need to worship the ground to walked on then you could get used to this.

“Thank you, thank you doll-,” Buck closed his hand around yours kissing the back of your hand. “Nickname…,” you reminded him gently which caused his face to fall.

“Then give us one, tell us what you want us to call you,” Nick interjected and it got you thinking.

What would be a fitting nickname for you? It needed to be something cute for sure and it should be fit for you. You mentally went through every nickname you could think of, but nothing seemed to fit.

The room was silent for five until the moonlight shined though the curtains again to reveal Andy’s dark red skin. When he noticed he instantly moved to the side, it was then you realised you were the complete opposite of them.

“Angel, call me angel,” you announced to them.

You could see that the incubus likes the name, the demons and their little angel. It was really fitting.

"Now I really need a shower," you stated as you stood up. Your legs were still a little wobbly which caused you to almost fall if Bucky hadn't catched you, "careful angel," he whispered, making goosebumps dance on your skin.

"I can do the rest alone thank you," you waved him off. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy it, but you were tired and wanted to snuggle up in a big pile of blankets after taking a gracious shower and sitting in front of the blow dryer for at least thirty minutes.

"Do you remember where the bathroom is?" he asked with a cocked eye brow and you nodded your head. You bid everyone good night, hoping for this day to come to an end.

As you reached the top of the stairs, a big question mark formed above your head…where was the bathroom again. You could swear only seconds ago you knew. First however you went to your room to get the needed supplies.

With a toothbrush, towel, razor, Lloyd’s clothes and shampoo in hand you went on the search for the bathroom. To your surprise you quickly found one.

It was a big bathroom with a toilet, shower, mirror with sink and a few cabinets. The bathroom looked expensive and high quality – which it probably was – thanks to the black tiles against the wall and on the floor.

From above white light shined on you which came from a niche between the ceiling and the tiles. The shower however had no glass which confused you. Shrugging it off you placed your toothbrush, towel, razor and shampoo along with Lloyd's clothes on the sink.

You then turned on the blow dryer before doing the same with the water, luckily for you the blow dryer was far away enough to stay dry. The water came like rain falling from the sky from the shower head or more like a rectangle. Removing your clothes you folded them to put them next to the other stuff.

As you stepped into the shower a relief washed over you, all the bad thoughts, the fear, everything washed off.

At the loud noise from the blow dryer, the sound of the water running and you soft humming as you shampooed your hair you did not hear anyone enter.

Bucky got curious as he heard the water running from his bathroom. It was the only bathroom – besides the guest bathroom – accessible from the outside. As he stepped inside he could already smell your faint arousal and your sweet perfume.

Suddenly as he saw you it hit him, he was standing there with a naked upper body and you were completely naked in his shower.

"Angel?" He asked slowly, Bucky didn't want to frighten you. You opened your eyes and saw him, the demon with a naked chest that was sculptured like a good.

𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵 — @smile1318 @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @rogersbarber @antisocialwritingx @broadwaybabe18

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | @sstanhoe-updates blog where new fics will always be reblogged in case you're not interested in the taglist as it has conditions

[holylulusworld]

SHG for killers (2) – You (the reader)

Summary: 6 men meet up to talk about their problems. They soon realize they need someone to help them solve their problems. This person is you. Whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Steve Kemp x fem!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader, Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x fem!Reader, Andy Barber x fem!Reader, God, the bounty hunter x fem!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, hostage situation, language, kidnapping, plot twist, world building

A/N: Please consider Steve Kemp is not a cannibal in my story. This is an AU. All men are serial killers, killers, or hitmen.

SHG for killers (1) - The first meeting

Self-help group for killers masterlist

You’re fuming. No, it’s even worse. You are ready to commit murder and would regret splitting their skull with an ax.

One day. You only wanted one day off, but that’s too much to ask for. They all take days off without asking if you can cover their shift all the damn time.

“Never heard of work-life balance,” you snap at your boss. You huff as she doesn’t reply. “Yeah, you let me work overtime and didn’t pay me. But God forbid I take a day off because I’m having a terrible headache!”

“Ms. Y/L/N, you took the day off because you suffered from a hangover, not a headache. And it wasn’t the first time you stayed at home without giving us a call.”

You huff at her bitchy comment. “I wasn’t drunk or hungover.” You narrow your eyes when your colleague walks past you and your boss. She ratted you out, you know it. One drunk escapade, and you’re in trouble. “I was sick and had to stay home. It won’t happen again!”

“That’s right,” she huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “It won’t happen again. You’re fired!”

“Fired?” You gasp loudly. “You can’t fire me! I quit, you uptight and stupid bitch!” You’re too angry to care that you just fucked your career over. Usually, you try to negotiate or talk things out, but your boss takes one step too far.

You twirl around and make your way toward your office, glaring at your colleagues on your way. None of them came to your aid. You covered for them more than once—to hell with all of them.

Walking toward your car, you sigh deeply. All that’s left of your career fits in a box. Great timing. You were about to move into a bigger apartment and buy a new car. Now that your regular income has turned to dust, you’re back to square one.

“Miss, can I help you?” You gasp when, out of nowhere, a man stands in front of you. He looks you up and down and runs his index finger and thumb over his mustache. “This looks heavy, sunshine. Let me help you.”

Out of instinct, you take a step back. This man means trouble; you just know it. There’s something in his blue eyes telling you to run.

“No, thanks,” you try to sound confident as you look around the underground car park. You can’t see other people but hear chatter coming from the other side of the underground car park. “My colleague will be here in a minute to help me, Sir.”

“Sir,” he hums. “I like it when you call me that.” He steps even closer to snatch the box out of your hands. “Why don’t we stop with this nonsense?”

He drops the box and reaches for you to grab you, but you sidestep him. The man huffs and lunges forward, but you dodge his attack.

“HELP!” You scream, but the two people you heard talk earlier ignore your screams for help. “HELP!”

“FIRE!” Now that they look your way, you wave at them, but instead of helping you, they run off, leaving you alone with the man.

“Aw, princess,” this time, he tackles you to the ground and pins you to the cold concrete. “Stop fighting me, or this will hurt you more than me.” He tries to cover your mouth with one hand and restrain your wrist with a pair of handcuffs.

No, you won’t go down easily. You use the last strength left in you and knee him in the groin. He whines for a second and bites his lower lip. The man breathes through the pain while angrily staring at you.

Even if you can’t defeat him, you fight back. You smirk behind the hand covering your mouth and glare at him.

“I love me a good romp, princess,” he purrs in your ear. “Let’s make things a little easier for me. I’d like to transport you in the backseat, not the trunk.”

Your eyes widen as he gets a syringe out. Wiggling underneath him, you shake your head. The fucker is heavy, and it feels like his body is corded in muscles. Fuck, he will bring you to a second location, and this can’t be good.

You bite the hand covering your mouth, earning a slap to your thigh. The sting distracts you long enough for the man to ram the needle into your thigh. “Easy there, princess. We can get kinky later.”

Wrapped like a package and gagged, you sit in the middle of what looks like a chair circle. The man who kidnapped you sits on one of the chairs. You don’t recognize the others, though.

“Gentlemen, here’s the solution for all of our problems. Mr. Andrew Barber’s sweet secret. I got her for us. Oh, and I grabbed some of her shit and burned down her place to make her disappearance believable—or rather her death.”

One of them cocks his head to look at you. He looks rather bored than interested. “We don’t need another member,” he says, and goes back to checking on his phone.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport, God,” the guy kidnapping you says and elbows the man in the ribs. “She’s fun. Little Miss Sunshine tried to knee me in the groin. Can you believe this? She’s a firecracker. No wonder, Barber is head over heels for her.”

“She’s not too bad to look at,” one of the others says. You glare at your kidnapper and narrow your eyes, daring him to get close to you. “Good job, Hansen. So, what do we do with her?”

“What do we do—?” Hansen, your kidnapper, says. “Kemp, I thought you were a lil’ smartass. What do we do with a pretty ripe cupcake?” He smirks at you. “We eat it.”

“What’s going on here?” A familiar voice fills your ears. You jerk your head toward the new arrival and huff. Of course, it was him. The creep snapping pictures of you at the practice. Andy Barber. “Who is…”

“I got her for you… I mean us... Lloyd proudly states and points at you sitting in the middle of their chair circle.

“What the fuck! Hansen!” Andy barks. “What did you do? You’ll get us all in trouble!”

“What?” Lloyd shrugs. “You talked so much about her and whined. I did you a favor and grabbed her. Now we have a good doctor in the house.”

“Hey!” Kemp grunts. “I’m a doctor. She’s just…” He gets up to look down at you. “…a bitch talking my patient out of surgery. Hmm…she looks different in that light, though.”

“Who cares about the light?” Robert grunts. “Can she help us or not?”

“Oh, she will help us,” Lloyd crouches down next to you to cup your chin. “Right, baby cakes. You’ll sing for me when I eat that muffin.”

“Lloyd!” Andy yells to get Hansen’s attention.

“What? I’m busy here!” Lloyd yells back.

“That’s not my therapist,” Andy says while running one hand down his face. “You fucking idiot! You kidnapped the wrong woman!”

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[buckets-and-trees]

I read a lot of incredible fics in 2023, but these were the ones that blew me away beyond anything:

ASPEN'S FAVORITE READS 2023

Ted Lasso x Reader

Victory Lap by @ozarkthedog

Max Burnett x Reader x Nick Fowler

The Truth Will Set You Free and Reluctant by @navybrat817/Navy

Andy Barber & Ari Levinson & Ransom Drysdale & Nick Fowler & Steve Kemp x Female Reader

Giving Your Body and Soul to the Warlocks by @witchywithwhiskey

Nick Fowler x Reader

Home is a Heavy Heart by @sunshinebuckybarnes Partners in Crime by Navy Anew by Elsie Taking Care by @nickfowlerrr Clockwork AU by @sgt-seabass (plus many other characters) Sweet and Stained by @biteofcherry/Eva See Through You by Navy

Ari Levinson x Reader

Sweet Thrill by Navy Good With All Three by @blackleatherjacketz Down Again by Navy In a Field of Wildflowers with Ari by Eva Bartender FWB Ari series by @ghotifishreads +can we keep moving in the after hours? +domestic husband+Jukebox Jonesing+horny Monday to pining+make outs and more Yours to Have by Eva

M'Baku x Reader

From On High @boxofbonesfic

Curtis Everett x Reader

Sacred Hunt by Navy Branded by @stargazingfangirl18 Fulfilled by @stargazingfangirl18 The Fabric of Your Flesh by @ghotifishreads

Natasha Romanov x Bucky Barnes

Over and Over and Over Again by @drabbles-mc

Steve Rogers x Reader

Heat Inducing by Navy Make the Dust Fly by Eva A Deal with the Devil Comes with Wicked Strings by Molly Touch the Darkness by Eva A Shelter in the Storm by Molly Captain America's Sweetheart by @vonalyn And All Was Lost by Molly

Stucky

Timeless Desires by @smutconnoisseur

Stucky x Reader

A Monster, A Captain, and A Soldier by Molly

Bucky Barnes x Reader

To the Rescue by @ghostofskywalker Shatter by Navy Hot Girl Shit by @awake-dearheart You Don't Own Me by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky Send Me an Angel by Navy Tired Eyes by @lovelybarnes Bring Your Wife to Work Day by Elsie My Queen by @adrinktostopyourthirst Single Mom Reader by @buckyalpine Two Sides of the Same Coin by Navy Alcohol You Later by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky Hellfire, Take My Soul by @rookthorne A Tide of War and Broken Dreams by @sgt-seabass Metal Arm Kink by @adrinktostopyourthirst Lachrymose by @rookthorne Soft/Emotive Sex with Bucky by @adrinktostopyourthirst Warrior/Worrier by @delaber The Pineapple Contract by @buckyismybicycle Bucky with a virgin reader by Eva You Belong to Me, I Belong to You series by Molly drabble by @vonalyn Rooted in Love by @jobean12-blog Love in Bloom by Jo That's the Way Love Goes by Jo Unbound by You by @vonalyn Codename: Lazarus series by @sagechanoafterdark Halloween is the Perfect Time for Tricks��and Treats by Molly Missing You by @nickfowlerrr