#mob!lee bodecker x reader
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Cage the Devil Series
Title: The Beast
Summary: Your friendly neighborhood Sheriff isn’t as friendly as he should be.
Warnings: First, this is for 18+ so minors DNI, this is for mature audiences only!!! Definitely rated M for Mature. Now, let’s get down to the other stuff shall we? Sheriff Lee Bodecker (he’s a warning alright!); Lloyd Hansen being dick (but when is he not, right?); alcohol consumption; mentions of weapons; mentions of bootlegging; some mild cursing; there is smut in this so minors keep scrolling this isn’t for you (go on, get!); mentions of a brothel; this is consensual sex; piv sex; mentions of smoking cigars/cigarettes. I believe I have everything listed that should be looked out for during this part. If I missed anything, I do apologize but you are responsible for what you consume on the internet. So please, if any of the above mentioned warnings make you feel uncomfortable do not read this.
A/N: The first part of this story is more focused on Lee rather than Lee x reader but I promise this is a Lee x reader fic! The reader comes in during the second part and is in the rest of the story. Also, this is my first time writing any kind of smut or sexual scenes so please take it easy on me, I’m still learning here! This is not beta read, so any and all mistakes are my own. Other than that, I hope you enjoy the story!
P.s. I thought about splitting it into two parts but I just couldn’t find a place that I thought would be good to break it up like that.
Wordcount: 3,978
The summer had been a hot one. The air was thick with heat and the people of Knockemstiff were reaching the point of hysteria, all due to the warm temperatures. Sheriff Lee Bodecker patrolled his way through the small town in his cruiser and he cursed at how hot it was every five minutes. The A/C barely did anything as sweat rolled down the side of his face, so he resorted to rolling down the windows. If he were honest though, it didn’t really help too much either. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he reached over for his Pepsi cup, making sure to grab the right one before he took a swig from it. Once he got his fill, he placed the cup back into the holder and put his hand back onto the wheel.
While driving through the small town, he would put on the charm for the townspeople as he drove by them. He would give a small wave or a quick nod with a tight-lipped smile. He hated it honestly but to keep being Sheriff and to be able to keep doing his side business, he needed to keep being charming and the gentleman his momma raised him to be. If they truly knew what he was up to from their blind eyes, they would truly be disgusted with him. He grunted as he shifted on the leather seat as he switched hands on the steering wheel. He turned down another street as he reached into his pocket to pull out his handkerchief to wipe off the sweat that had gathered on his face. Lee tossed the handkerchief onto the empty passenger seat once he was done with it and it was soaked with his sweat.
Lee pulled into a parking spot in front of the Tecumseh Bar, located on the edge of town. He peered up at the rundown looking building through the windshield of his cruiser and sighed. It’s definitely seen better days. The Sheriff let out a hot huff of air before he shoved open his driver’s side door. He strutted his way to the front entrance of the bar, adjusting his utility belt as he did. When he got to the front entrance, he pulled open the door and stepped inside, it was somehow just as hot in here as it was outside. He stood in the doorway for a brief moment as he took in the scene before him.
Cigar and cigarette smoke swirled around the room as musicians played from the stage. The music was upbeat and just as energetic as the people who played their instruments. It was just before the diner hour started so the place wasn’t quite at full swing yet. He nodded at Arvin Russell and Johnny Storm when they noticed him before he started to make his way towards his regular booth. He looked around the bar and thought about how the place is completely different when the place was crowded and full of people. It was definitely a different sight to see. Tecumseh was a place where people came to forget about their dull and meaningless lives. Nobody cared who one another was or what one’s status was because the people that came to the Tecumseh had little to no morals.
Lee scooted across the velvet seating of the semi-circle booth and turned his attention towards the band that was playing. It didn’t take long before Arvin was delivering him a whiskey neat. Lee picked up the short glass and began to inspect the amber liquid. He took a long swig from the glass and he was instantly pleased with how smooth it went down. Lee set the glass down onto the wooden surface of the table before he turned and gave Arvin a nod. Relief could be visibly seen at the approval he was given before Arvin turned and walked away.
Lee swirled the amber liquid that was in his glass as he waited for his companions to show up. They should be here any minute now. He took another drink and savored the robust taste of the whiskey; one couldn’t get liquor like this anywhere else in the next three counties. That was something that he prided himself in, he had the best liquor around and it was in high demand. He was constantly having bootleggers make deliveries and in return, he treated his workers well. Lee was pulled out of his thoughts when the bar owner came up to him with that thousand watt smile of his and held out his hand for a handshake. Lee accepted his hand and returned a smile.
“Jay Gatsby, how are ya?” Lee inquired before he let go of Jay’s hand and scooted over to make room.
“Doin’ fine ol’ sport! Just fine! What do you think of the new band? Real up and comers they are, let me tell ya!”
Lee chuckled as the man in front of him talked a mile a minute, it was one of Jay’s attributes. He talked like he knew everything and as if he knew every secret that was told. Lee nodded his head as he took a quick glance at the band before he returned his attention back to Jay.
“You don’t have to sell me on anything Jay, they sound good.”
The same smile from before returned to his face at Lee’s approval before he slid into the booth next to the Sheriff. “I also got a real treat for ya! Once the band is done, I’ve hired a new singer, she’s quite something as well!”
Lee sucked on his teeth before he took a drink of his whiskey as he took a moment to think. The last singer didn’t quite work out, she couldn’t handle the pressure.
“Is that why you called me and the others here today?” Lee arched an eyebrow at his business partner.
Jay began to shake his head vigorously. “No, of course not ol’ sport! I have some news about,” he paused to glance around his surroundings before he continued, making sure to lower his voice. “News about Jones that I thought you’d wanna know about.”
Lee’s curiosity began to pique at the mention of his rival. “Oh? What sort of news?”
“Sorry ol’ sport but I think it’s best if we wait for the others. Here, let me freshen up your drink for ya!”
Before Lee had a chance to protest, Jay was gone and he was left alone. Feeling frustrated, he let out a huff as he ran his fingers through his thick, brown hair. It wasn’t long before Johnny was bringing him a fresh whiskey neat and as Lee looked around for Jay, he couldn’t spot him. ‘He must be in the back checking on his other business,’ Lee thought to himself as he picked up his original glass and downed the remaining contents before he moved onto his next glass. Lee listened to the band play and began to slightly nod his head to the beat. It wasn’t something he would normally listen to, he preferred singers such as Johnny Cash but the band was still decent enough. When the band had finished, they changed the stage around for the new singer. Lee scouted the bar as the stage was being reset and that’s when he noticed his colleagues entering the bar. One by one they walked over to the booth and as they did, the new singer started to sing.
“Cats’ eyes shining in the darkness… can’t see nothing when the world ends… birds flying into chaos… crying their names into the whirlwind…”
Lee got out of the booth and greeted his colleagues. The first one he greeted was his manufacturer for his liquor business, Alexander Pierce. He was wearing a gray suit with a blue tie and had short, thick sandy blonde hair with a bit of gray on the sides. Pierce paused to check out the new singer who was a beautiful, slender and red headed woman. Alexander grinned wickedly in approval, Lee knew he had a thing for redheads. Pierce’s attention was fixated on the singer as he eyed her up and down, licking his lips as he did so. Lee just hoped that she couldn’t see what a perv his colleague was being.
“See, I’m still walkin’ that same road… ain’t nothing changed, ‘cause I already know… the Lord’s gonna come and she ain’t pleased… She ain’t suffering fools no more…”
“Bodecker! I see Gatsby’s hired a new singer, do we know her name?” Pierce inquired as he turned his attention to Lee but not before stealing another glance at the stage. Pierce then slid into the booth, sitting in the middle.
Lee smirked at his colleague for his predictable behavior. “No clue yet Pierce.”
“Meet me at the edge… I ain’t afraid… Lord, I've already fallen… See the beast sitting on the ridge… No time to waste… Let him know that we’re coming…”
The next one to join them, after stopping at the bar for a drink, was Lloyd Hansen. He had a hand tucked into his cream colored suit pocket as he cockily strutted over to them and his drink in his free hand. His hair was neatly combed and gelled back, his mustache was just as neatly kept. Lee had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, Hansen had to be his least favorite colleague but he was his weapons person and he couldn’t afford to lose him. Hansen was constantly updating him with new weapons; but not just him, his whole sheriff’s department was dependent on him. So, Lee greeted him as cordially as possible and with a tight-lipped smile.
“Lloyd, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. How are ya?”
The two shook hands as Lloyd returned a greeting. “I would say the same thing about you but you’re lookin’ a little fat.” Hansen chuckled as he gripped Lee’s right shoulder after releasing his hand from the handshake. He then took a drink from his glass. “Hmm, that is some damn good scotch! I will give you credit for that!”
“Snake skin shed under dead leaves… Old rattle looks like angel wings… Lights coming on but slowly… Pulling back the curtain on the reckoning…”
Lloyd then took a seat in the booth next to Alexander, Lee claimed his seat on the other side of him. It wasn’t long before Jay had reappeared and was standing in front of the three men. He had a tray in one of his hands and had just handed them fresh drinks along with a note for Lee. The Sheriff accepted the note with caution as he raised an eyebrow. When he opened the note, he did his best to hide his smirk but it was hard, especially when his cock started to stir in his pants. He cleared his throat and adjusted in his spot before he gave Jay a short nod. Just as Jay was about to say something, Alex interrupted him.
“First thing’s first before we get started, who’s the new singer?”
The group turned their attention towards the stage where the singer was front and center. She made intricate movements with her body and arms as she sang. Lee himself couldn’t deny it that she was quite the dame and the long, blue sequin dress hugged her curves perfectly. The four men listened to her sing for a few minutes, letting her sultry voice fill the room.
“See that I’m still walking at witching hour… burning sweet sage, I pulled the tower… Truth’s coming out of her deep well… She ain’t suffering lies no more…
…Meet me at the edge… I ain’t afraid… Lord, I've already fallen… See the beast sitting on the ridge… No time to waste…
Jay was the first to break away from the singer’s enchantment. “That ol’ sport is Miss Natasha Romanova,” Jay paused briefly to glance over at Pierce and a smirk began to curl up onto the corner of his lips. “She’s quite something isn’t she?”
Pierce continued to stare at the redhead as he spoke. “Yes she is. Yes she is.”
Lee tried his best to not roll his eyes at his colleague but it was hard to say the least. “So, what the hell is this about Gatsby? You summon us all here and we’re here now. Now tell us what you have on Jones.”
Lloyd chuckled at Lee as he smoothed out his mustache. “Uh-oh, boss man is getting angry. You better spit it out ol’ sport.” Lloyd put an emphasis on ‘sport’.
Lee shot Lloyd a glare which caused Lloyd to throw his hands up in mock defense with a smirk on his face. Pierce scoffed at how childish Lloyd was acting before he took a drink out of his glass.
“Right then, let’s get down to it. I’ve heard through the grapevine that Jones has been recruiting and heavily.”
“This is why you called us? Jones is constantly recruiting, everyone knows that.” Alex rolled his eyes as if this was an inconvenience to him. “I’m missing my granddaughter’s birthday party for this?”
By this time, Jay had gotten himself a chair and was sitting across from the three men. Jay began to strenuously shake his head as he slammed a hand onto the table. Before he spoke again, he took a deep breath and smoothed back his dirty blonde hair. “No, no, no ol’ sport you don’t understand! This is something big, I can feel it! It’s like he’s building an army or something! Just give me some time and I can figure it out.”
“Let him know that we’re coming… Let him know, let him know… Let him know that we’re coming… Let him know, let him know… Let him know that we’re coming…”
The men exchanged looks of worry before they turned their attention to Lee. Lee, who was lost in thought and was staring at his half full glass of whiskey. When Lloyd started to snap his fingers at him, he was pulled from his thoughts. He looked up at his fellow colleagues and a suspenseful silence filled the air as they waited for Lee to say something.
“...Meet me at the edge… I’ve already fallen… I ain’t afraid… Let him know that we’re coming…
“If it’s a war Jones wants, it’s a war he shall have.” Lee paused to grab his glass of whiskey and polished off the rest of the amber colored liquid. “Now, if you excuse me, I have a date with a lady.”
“...Meet me at the edge… I’ve already fallen… I ain’t afraid… Let him know that we’re coming…”
Natasha sang the last few lines a few more times as Lee walked to the door next to the bar that said ‘private’ on it. When he yanked on the wooden door to open it, he nearly ripped the door off of its hinges. He needed to let out some of this pent up frustration and thankfully he didn’t need to go far. When he walked through the red curtains, he was instantly greeted by the madame who then led him to her, Melina Vostokoff. As soon as he entered her room, he noticed that she was sitting on the edge of the bed and wearing red lingerie along with a black see-through lace robe. His cock twitched at the sight, even more so when she gracefully walked towards him. Melina had to be his favorite girl here. She did what she was told and without too much sass. It also helped that her body was everything he needed. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck and leaned in close.
“About time you showed up. I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” She reached down and cupped his growing erection as the last word fell from her lips and began to stroke him.
A moan escaped Lee before he could stop it and his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head, it had been too long. Just as a smirk was beginning to curl up onto Melina’s lips, Lee shook his head and regained control. He grabbed her by the hips and quickly spun her around, one hand remained firmly on her hip while the other one went around her slender neck. He squeezed her neck gently as he rubbed his clothed cock into her ass.
“See, this is what you do to me Melina. Were you trying to be a brat when you sent me that letter during my meeting?”
He continued to dry hump her from behind as he waited for an answer. A small whimper escaped her as Lee applied a bit more pressure on her neck and she started to grind back into him. He smirked as she reacted to him, he wasn’t even inside of her yet and he had her desperate for him. He removed the hand from her hip and gave her cunt a harsh slap which caused her to yelp.
“Well, slut, are ya gonna answer me or not?” He gave her twat another slap and she bucked up her hips in response.
“I’m sorry but when I found out you were here, I needed to have you Sheriff.” Melina choked out as she continued to grind against him, leaving behind a wet spot on his pants. The wet spot mixed between his own pre-cum and her seeping pussy soaking through her thin undergarments.
He gave her cunt yet another smack before he finally let go of the dark haired woman and pushed her towards the bed. “Hands and knees, now.”
Melina immediately did as she was told, discarding her robe along the way. As she was climbing onto the bed, Lee began to remove his utility belt and set it to the side in one of the chairs. When he got to the bed, Melina looked over her shoulder to see Lee undoing his belt and pushed his pants down just far enough to free his big, leaking cock. She let out a moan just at the sight of him and licked her lips. She wiggled her ass for Lee which caused him to chuckle before he gripped her ass and gave it a hard smack. A smirk curled onto his lips as the sound pleased him and smacked her rear end one more time.
He grabbed her by her hips again, yanked her closer to him and tore off her red laced underwear. He gave his cock a few strokes, rubbing his pre-cum up and down his shaft as he did so before he lined himself up with Melina’s already weeping cunt. He teased her folds as he moved his cock up and down, gathering even more slick to make things easier for him to penetrate her. He groaned as he slowly began to push through her slit and into her tight pussy. When he was fully sheathed, he took a moment to relish in the feeling. This was something he could never get tired of experiencing, he swore that Melina had one of the best pussy’s around here in this joint. Without warning, Lee pulled back out fully before he quickly slammed back into her which caused Melina to cry out in pleasure as Lee hit her g-spot.
He roughly grabbed onto her hips as he began to thrust into her, both of them letting out their own sinful sounds. Lee was relentless with each sharp snap of his hips causing his balls to bounce in rhythm. With each thrust, he grunted out as he dug his nails into the soft flesh of her ass, leaving little half mooned shapes behind. His growl was almost animalistic when he began to feel her walls flutter around him, he could tell she was already close. He leaned forward slightly to grab a handful of Melina’s dark hair and pulled her up to him causing her to wail out. She cried out again when he began to rub rough circles onto her clit, stopping briefly to have Melina suck his thick digit before continuing his ministrations. She arched her back in reaction to his movements as he continued to snap his hips into her.
Lee let out his own pornographic moan as her walls continued to flutter, her climax was getting closer and closer. Her moans spurred him on as he began to pick up speed with each thrust. He pulled her as close to him as possible, her back fully against his clothed chest. He grunted again before he spoke up to give Melina an order.
“Cum, now, you slut.”
Melina let out a cry of pleasure as she came around the Sheriff’s cock, her walls were squeezing him like a vice. He thrusted into her a few more times as she rode out her high before he pulled out of her and pushed her onto the bed face first. She squealed as she was caught off guard and landed onto the bed, she had still been enjoying her orgasm. Lee pulled her closer to him as he started to stroke himself and he moaned as he did so, trying to chase after his own relief. It didn’t take long before white ropes of his cum were spurting out of the head of his cock and were landing on the smooth skin of Melina’s ass. He took a moment to catch his breath and Melina did the same.
“Yeah, that was good. Shit, that was good.” Lee chuckled before he found a clean spot on Melina's ass and smacked it.
Lee then pulled his pants and briefs back up, tucking in his softening cock as he did so. Melina crawled off of the bed before she went to clean herself up without saying a word. When she returned, she glanced over at him and smirked as he was adjusting his utility belt.
“You should clean up your pants Sheriff, it looks like I left a spot. Here.” Melina still had the smirk on her lips as she tossed him a damp towel in her hands.
Lee caught it with ease and cursed under his breath as he began to clean his pants. Hopefully the wet spot would dry quickly considering the heat that was awaiting him once he got back outside. As Lee cleaned himself the best he could, Melina watched as she pulled out a cigarette and began to light it. She took the first drag from the butt of the cigarette and almost sighed in content. Even though she already knew what the answer was going to be, she offered the Sheriff one of her cigarettes.
“Want one Sheriff?”
“Sorry Melina, I’ve got shit that I gotta take care of.” Lee tossed the damp towel onto the bed before he adjusted his uniform once more.
Melina swayed towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck again. “Ya know, one of these days Sheriff, I’m gonna get you to stay after. Maybe for a coffee? Who knows but one day, it’ll happen. I might even get a kiss from ya.”
Lee smirked at her as he removed her arms from around his neck. “Aren’t you optimistic. None of that will ever happen Melina.”
“Never say never Sheriff.” Melina eyed the Sheriff up and down as she took another drag and blew the smoke away.
Lee shook his head at the woman in front of him before he leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Never.”
Without another word, Lee left the room and exited the Tecumseh Bar. When he got back into his cruiser he let out a deep breath. The air felt thick around him and it wasn’t just because of the heat, he felt like his chest was being squeezed by an iron grip. He slammed his hand against the top of his steering wheel as he shouted.
“Fuck!”
#cage the devil au#part one#the beast#multiple fandoms au#mob!lee bodecker au#mob au#sheriff lee bodecker#lee bodecker#sheriff lee bodecker fanfiction#lee bodecker fanfiction#sebastian stan characters#sebastian stan#mob!lee bodecker x reader#lee bodecker x fem!reader#sheriff lee bodecker x fem reader#hoedecker club
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MCU Masterlist III
as always, I don't own any of these, they're just my absolute favourites.
mcu masterlist I
mcu masterlist II
Bucky Barnes
SMUT 👅
drabble
look at me
bad date
welcome back
ride
on his knees
wake up bj
a taste of submission
a good plowin
bliss
printesa mea
somnophilia
languages of love
FLUFF & ANGST 🤍
protective
purgatory
grouch
his safe place
night terrors
my babydoll
sensitive
safe with me
Steve Rogers
SMUT 👅
the game
FLUFF & ANGST 🤍
my love is winter
the game
every step of the way
Stucky
SMUT 👅
feral
heat of the moment
a sweet treat
FLUFF & ANGST 🤍
initials
I'm pregnant, not dying
brave new world
happy ending
last hope part two
Andy Barber
SMUT 👅
anonymous
Ari Levinson
FLUFF & ANGST 🤍
you said I was your favourite
SMUT 👅
forget everything
Loki
FLUFF & ANGST 🤍
bad dreams
Lee Bodecker
SMUT 👅
persuasion
#marvel#marvel masterlist#marvel fanfic#marvel fanfiction#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes smut#beefy!bucky#mob!bucky#mafia!bucky#protective!bucky#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers fluff#steve rogers smut#mafia!steve rogers#lee bodecker x reader#loki x reader#andy barber x reader#andy barber smut#andy barber fluff#ari levison x reader#ari levinson smut
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Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!
Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.
September Fics
9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern
9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting
Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan
9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains
9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight
9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger
Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway
9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky
9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky
9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876
9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs
9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic
9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666
9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf
9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting
9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy
9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory
Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses
Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren
9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck
Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer
9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim
Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares
9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle
9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza
9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes
9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass
9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan
9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark
9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive
9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites
9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde
Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby
Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads
9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen
Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark
Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx
October Fics
10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos
10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis
10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis
10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing
10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites
10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove
10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513
10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)
10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)
10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)
The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)
November Fics
December Fics
December Masterlist
#stardust reblog challenge#fic recs#writer recs#fic rec masterlist#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#dark!ari levinson x reader#dark!andy barber x reader#alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader#mob!steve rogers x reader#andy barber x reader#dark!steve rogers x black!reader#steve kemp x reader#lee bodecker x reader#jake jensen x reader#robert pronge x reader#lloyd hansen x reader#destroyer!chris x reader#hal carter x reader#curtis everett x reader
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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖
✧˚ · . 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘍𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵.
main pairing — mob boss!alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader
other featured characters — james mace, chris beck, steve kemp, charles blackwood, ransom drysdale, chase collins, lee bodecker, robert pronge, ari levinson, hal carter, lloyd hansen
w/c — 14.8k
this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU.
warnings — non-con (blowjobs, handjobs, unprotected sex), dub-con (unprotected sex, female orgasm), a/b/o dynamics, Nick Fowler being a cunt, misogyny/treating omegas as lesser, references to death, suicidal ideations, references to anxiety and depression, caging, manhandling/mild violence against reader, chase, mild injury to reader, pet names (pup, puppy, sweets, sunshine, little omega, ducky), degradation, use of stress positions, minor medical references (needles administered), gangbang, bukkake, neglect of reader (touch starving), mention of wanting to throw up (no actual vomit), mental torture and stress to the point of breakdown
a/n — big big thank you to @sweeterthanthis and @dreamlessinparis for beta-ing this beast and dealing with my inability to stay in one tense lol. all mistakes and bullshit are mine. also big thank you to @navybrat817 for helping with the brainstorming. without you, this fic wouldn't have come to life
Depressed again
Morning comes too fast and I'm tired of the routine
Depressed again
Let me sit alone in the tone that you crave
Angry again
No, I don't wanna have a conversation with you
Angry again
Let me sit alone with the kerosene
I don't even care about you
↳ I don't even care about you by Missio
"Hey, doll.”
Your eyes fluttered open, the sunshine warm on your face as you gazed up at the man above you, a soft smile on his features as his hair hung down and eclipsed his face.
Was this heaven?
"James?" You questioned, disbelief flowing through you at the sight of him. He looked far different to the last time you saw him. No injuries marred him. He looked just as you had always known him.
"Who else would it be, silly? You fell asleep while I was getting the rest of the stuff from the car," James chuckled as you sat up, your fingers running across the picnic mat below you. The feeling of the fabric was familiar, and it caused a smile to dance across your lips. You'd always loved the picnics you'd had with your alpha. It was playful and fun, the two of you snacking before cuddling beneath the sun's warmth.
And in the best moments, you'd get frisky under a padded blanket. It was in those moments you'd found true happiness. You'd found love. But the problem in finding love was that it was so easy to lose in a matter of moments. The truest sorrow of death was that love was proven more than anything.
James sat the picnic basket beside you before quickly tugging you into his lap.
You blinked, taking in the view of the park surrounding you. Only the two of you and the flowers blooming across the landscape, nothing more than a subtle breeze in the air.
Your eyes scanned over the flowers, looking at the different coloured petals. It was as if ink had infused them with their hues, providing life to something that would be otherwise dull.
Oh, it felt good.
Warmth surrounded you, Jame's bulky frame providing you comfort as he nuzzled into your neck to scent you, his hand resting against your stomach.
He let out a low hum, the sound reverberating across your skin like your favourite song.
You let out a sigh as you relaxed against him, eyes fluttering closed as you just let yourself be in the moment.
"You're not gonna fall asleep again, are you?" James chided, poking at your side with his right arm, eliciting giggles from you.
You opened your eyes to face him. His deep azures gazed at you as you ran your hands through his hair, bringing your palms forward to cup his cheeks.
"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"
It's too good to be true. This happiness, it was too perfect. Life had never allowed you much reprieve.
"Does it matter?" James pulled your leg around, so you were sitting in his lap, your face close before you allowed yourself to let go.
Your lips brushed over each other's, testing the waters before your hands brought his face to yours.
The kiss started slow, two souls connecting between planes. But the crushing weight of reality quickly turned you more passionate.
It felt so real. You didn't want this to end.
Time seemed to flow indiscriminately as you kissed James, your tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks after a few minutes with your alpha.
He pulled away with a coo. "Hey, hey, doll. You're alright,”
"He’s going to take me away from you. I don’t…I don’t want to wake up Jamie. I want to stay here with you,” You sniffled, and James brought up the arm of his sweatshirt to dry your tears.
“That’s not the way life works, sweetheart. You have to go back,”
You couldn’t. Not after the auction, not after seeing the beast that was your mate.
You huffed, resting your hands on his waist with a shake of your head. “That’s not fair,”
“I know. I know, love. But life isn’t meant to be fair. It’s a struggle against the odds, but that doesn’t mean you can’t change the course of your life,” James reassured, but it felt like a lie.
“I don’t see a way out of this, James. I’m mated to Nick. He can control me without even trying.”
James tilted his head, continuing to wipe away your tears. “Can he, though?”
“What?” Your brows furrowed, fingers clinging to James like he was your lifeline.
“You’re the strongest gal I’ve ever met,” He tapped your temple with a sad smile. “You just have to fight him.”
“I... but how?”
“Think of us, what we had, what we were destined to have. Even without me in the picture, you’ve lost everything. And that is exactly why you can fight back. He can’t control someone who has nothing to live for,” James’ words felt like a tonne of bricks in your stomach, a heavy pit forming. Because despite him being right, you did have nothing to live for. You’d lost everything, and you’d hit rock bottom. The concept of standing up against a prime alpha was almost too scary to comprehend.
It would be easier to just cease the fight. End the pain.
“Why don’t I just kill myself then?” You asked with beady eyes, and James let out a sad hum, contemplating his next words.
“Because then Nick Fowler wins. He would have destroyed both of us. You’ve got so much courage, doll. And the most courageous thing you can do is live,” James said softly, his words delivered gently despite their weight. “Plus, you have to find Steve. We’re all he had,”
Your gaze dropped to your hands, fiddling with the hem of James’ sweatshirt as you frowned. “And what if I lose? What if he breaks me?”
“Then you live happily the best you can. If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore,” James gently took your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes would meet his.
His lips found yours again, the kiss melancholic as you knew this had to end. Nothing good ever lasted long for you.
Would this be the last time you’d see him?
Roses with thorned stalks rose from the ground, the petals a beautiful crimson, the flowers just like Nick’s tattoos. You could hear the ticking of a clock, the sound signalling that time was running out. With each tick, you held tighter onto James, the stems getting closer and closer with each passing second.
You pulled back with a hiccuped sob despite how much you just wanted to keep his lips on yours. When had you started crying again?
“James… I’m not ready to go back, please.”
James didn’t have anything to say this time. All he could offer was a woeful smile as the vines began to wind around your limbs, cutting into you and slicing around your flesh.
There wasn’t anything he could do to make this better.
After all, he wasn’t even real. The James you loved was dead.
Death was brutal and cruel, unforgiving in how it wrenches people from your existence. But he was safe, at least. James didn’t have to face any more horrors while you were consumed by the primitive evil that was Nick Fowler.
The thorns cut into your skin, tearing across your torso and limbs as they wrapped around you like a snake ready to kill.
You began to be pulled away from James, and despite your hold on him, the roses were stronger.
“I love you,” you wept as your body began to be dragged into the dirt below, the ground moving around you like quicksand.
“I love you too. We’ll see each other again one day, doll. It’ll be okay.”
You wanted to believe James, but as the earth began to swallow you up, you knew it was unlikely.
The chance of beating Nick Fowler is minuscule, but you’d still try. You’d try for James. For what you should have had, the life you lost.
Dirt began to fill your lungs as your head was pulled under, your blood mixing in with the brown soil, making a muddy mess.
The last thing you remember was hearing a wolf howl and the clock’s ticking stopped.
Consciousness came to you with fright, heart hammering in your chest and tears in your eyes. You whacked your head against the cage wall in your abrupt wake, pain radiating through your forehead from the impact. The thick, black steel bars clanged like they were laughing at your pain.
A whimpered ouch left you as you lay back down. Your dress from the auction still filled most of the cage, the tulle scratching against your skin uncomfortably. The emerald made you look luxurious, but you doubted being shoved in a cage was doing you many favours in looking the part Nick wanted you to play. Or maybe that’s precisely the image he wanted. A shattered omega.
The diamond choker Nick had gifted you laid next to you. It must have broken off during the night when you tossed and turned, as it was already damaged when you went to sleep.
You threw it out of the cage with a huff, watching it skid off the rug and across the hardwood.
A bird in a gilded cage was still denied its freedom, no matter how embellished its captor made it.
The choker was a show of ownership, and the last thing you wanted was to be reminded of your mate. The rejection of your alpha had your bond throbbing, the scarred flesh on your neck hurting with each ebb of anger that flowed through you. You hoped Nick could feel it and that it was irritating for him.
You would rather Nick treated you like his auctioned omegas so there was no veil. At the end of the day, you were just another object for him.
Light bled through the curtains like a fresh wound, gnarly and grotesque, much like the maim to your soul. It illuminated the room, the light making you aware of the stark greys of the bedroom. Perhaps it was supposed to be chic, the way the walls and furniture matched a muted colour palette. But all it did was reflect the desolateness of the situation; the world reduced to nothing more than shades.
The plushness of the pink and blue blankets below you provided little comfort, but you ignored the soreness in your muscles as you stared at the ceiling, the dark grey paint obscured by the bars of your cage.
Time passed, the sun beginning to rise higher in the sky. It had to be at least mid-morning, and your stomach rumbled. You hadn’t eaten since before the auction yesterday, although the thought of eating anything made you feel sick. Everything about your situation made you nauseous.
You hoped that James would burst through the door with Steve by his side and that they would take you out of this hell hole and back to your everyday life. But when the door opened, you were met with the sight of Beck and Mace. You barely spared them a glance before returning to eyeing the ceiling like it was the most exciting thing in the world.
“Stop sulking. You brought this upon yourself,” Mace sighed, moving to unlock your cage. When you didn’t move to get out or acknowledge their presence, Mace clutched your ankle and began to drag you out.
“Get off me,” you snarled, trying to cling to the bars as the dress tulle scratched your skin, but Beck was one step ahead. He pried your fingers off the bars while Mace pulled, and you had no chance as you were dragged from the enclosure. While the cage kept you inside, it also kept others out, and now you had to face your nightmares.
“Don’t you want a shower and a piss? Why are you making this such a fucking chore?” Mace growled as you began flailing. You could feel Nick through your bond, his emotions egging you to calm down. But you didn’t want to calm down. You wanted to go home. To your real home, not this prison.
Beck picked up the discarded choker, lips pursed as he looked at it, examining if it could be fixed while Mace wrangled you to your feet despite your protests. “Fuck off, get the fuck off me!”
Mace’s lips ghosted by the shell of your ear as he pulled your hands behind you, leading you towards the bathroom, his voice scarily low. “Twenty minutes. Clean yourself up and get it together. If you come out a nice fucking omega, I won’t tell Nick about this. Although I’m sure he can already feel it all.”
With little grace, Mace pushed you into the bathroom, your feet stumbling over the tile until you steadied yourself on the marble sink counter. The door closed behind you, the locks clicking. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of doing as they said, but you really needed to relieve yourself and freshen up. Especially if you were going to have any chance of fighting them.
As you suspected, each drawer in the bathroom was locked with a fingerprint pad, the light flashing red and beeping at you when you tried to open it. Nick really had thought of everything. On the shower shelf sat everything you needed anyway. Begrudgingly, you moved through the motions. You didn’t allow your thoughts to wander. There was too much pain threatening to bleed in past the edges of your mind.
As you struggled to take the dress off and get the shower running, all you thought about was James. The way he’d hold you and love you. To Nick, it might appear you’re calming down with how your emotions turn to yearning as the water washed over you. But the desire wasn’t for your mated alpha. It’s for the alpha you lost.
It wasn't until you got out of the shower that your determination became set. Nick Fowler would not win. Think of James, you told yourself. Just like he said in your dream. Perhaps it wasn’t a dream but a premonition. A communication with the dead.
As you began to work yourself up, your fists clenched by your sides, the adrenaline started to spike. They hadn’t left you any clothes, but that didn’t matter. You’d be faster without anything slowing you down anyway. You tore some of the fabric from the dress to pull your hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way.
“Times up,” Beck called, and you knew this was it. This was your chance. You got ready to bolt when he cracked the door open. And once he’d opened it enough for you to fit through, you pounced. The rush hit you all at once, and you quickly sprinted past Beck’s form and under the arm on the door.
“What the—” The alpha said, stunned as you dashed past him. Mace, distracted as he searched the closet for clothes, whipped his head around just in time to see you rush out the bedroom door.
“Omega! Stop!” Mace tried to command you. But he’s not your alpha; now that you’ve got a mate, his orders don’t work on you.
Without looking back, you ran into the hall, following the trail that Beck took you on when he walked you down the night before. There are rushed steps behind you, but it doesn’t deter you as your feet slapped against the floor in your sprint. You can feel Nick homing into your bond, his ire clear. And you know he’s close. He’s in the house. Stop. Enough. The bond tells you, but a flash of James’ face in your mind’s eye helps to eclipse the order.
You managed to reach the front door, throwing it open with a slam before running onto the gravelled front path. The rocks of the driveway tore into your feet, the cold air hitting your naked form like a tidal wave. There was a slight patter of rain beginning, the type you’d love to be curled in bed under the plush covers to listen to, but instead, you were running for your life.
“Omega. Stop right now,” Nick’s booming voice hit your ears, and your legs faltered for a second. No. No.
“’Til the end of the line, sweetheart,” James. This is the man who took James from you. He’s no alpha of yours.
You managed to get your legs moving, picking up into a sprint as your heart hammered like a panicked mouse in your chest.
“Stop running right now,” Nick yelled again, but you didn’t even register the command, James’ voice cooing to you in your head.
You could feel the trickle of blood as the bond opened into a fresh wound the more you rejected the commands of your alpha. You were denying your very physiology, and it wasn't without consequences. Everything hurt, and the throbbing in your neck felt like needles were being sharply stabbed where Nick’s teeth had dug in when he claimed you.
The way Nick felt didn't help. There was anger, disappointment, and hurt. Not that he’d admit to the last one. His omega was rejecting him. A prime alpha rejected by their omega was a pitiful sight and one that Nick would never want anyone else to see. For a man so powerful, in this moment, he was entirely weak to you.
That was until you heard the shot ring off and felt a sharp sting in your left ass cheek. You stumbled to the ground, palms and knees grazing over the gravelled surface as the rain hit your back. A yowl left you as you turned to look behind you, a tranquiliser dart sticking out of your skin, a little blue feathered frill on the end.
“You fucking tranqued me?” You screamed, looking back at Nick, who was slowly approaching with the rifle in his hand.
“You’re lucky I didn’t use my loaded gun, omega. I don’t even care about you. I should kill you,” The frustration was apparent, an edge of confusion in his tone, unsure as to why his commands weren’t working. If anything, they should be stronger now that you’re bonded. But why did he care anyway? What made you so special?
“Yeah, but you won’t, because you do fucking care, asshole. Otherwise I would have died with my lover,” You spat, fire in your eyes as he edged closer. Your entire lower half was becoming unusable, but you still tried to drag yourself over the ground despite how it cut into you.
”I can see why that useless waste of space you called an alpha never mated you. Did you act like a fucking brat with him too?” The words shouldn’t hurt. You shouldn’t care what Nick says. But they were like knives piercing your skin regardless, worse than the gravel below.
“He deserved my respect. You deserve nothing. You are nothing.”
The outrage was clear as day on Nick’s face as he crouched before you, and your arms began to get tingly as the weakness spread. You knew he was going to snap back hard, and he did.
”Maybe your alpha would be alive if you behaved yourself and paid more attention to him.”
Your mouth dropped open in shock, a pained cry leaving you as the tears began. Yeah, that hurt. It planted a seed of doubt in your mind. Was it your fault? No. You weren’t going to take the blame for a male alpha with an inflated ego. For too long, omegas took the blame simply because their voice wasn’t as loud. But not now. You wouldn’t take it.
”Aww, pup. You lost all your bite, hm? I’m disappointed. I thought you’d fight better than this.”
If the jabs about James didn’t hurt enough, the thought of disappointing your alpha added to the anguish. And it made you mad. Really, really mad.
“Why bite when I can scratch, alpha?” You snapped before using your waning strength to slash at Nick. He laughed, easily dodging you, only one swipe brushing his cheek. Your nails left a red mark, and it spurred you on more.
”You can hit harder than that, little pup. C’mon, you’re letting me down. You wanna act like a wolf? Then hurt me, but you’ll have to put in some effort, cub. You’re just making this too easy.”
Nick’s words hit hard. You let out a roar and lunged. It took all your strength to propel your body, throwing yourself against the alpha. He seemed surprised for a millisecond, and it was all you needed to swipe your nails across Nick’s face. He hissed as your talons dug through flesh, leaving trickles of blood tracking down his face. Lucky for him, his eyelids were closed when you attacked, so his eyes remained undamaged while his cheek and lip bore some nasty cuts.
It’s all you hadleft in you before the sedative rendered you useless. But it was worth it to see Nick’s face as he processed it all. For once, he wasn't in control. How the mighty have fallen.
Nick took your head into his hands, cupping his palms on either side. You were forced to look into his eyes when his bond was at its strongest. Desperation was in his wild eyes, the facade of a prime alpha with it all cracking. “Bark for me, puppy.”
Your mind screamed at you to bark. To give in.
It would be easy to play the part the world wanted you to. But to do that would be denying your own human experience. You opened your mouth, turning to the side and biting down hard on Nick’s hand.
He slapped you, one hand holding your head steady, so the impact hurt even more. It makes your brain rattle, the world shaking for a moment. Your eyes fluttered, and suddenly you weren't on the mansion path anymore. Nick had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Your limbs laid dormant, unable to move due to the dart still poking out of your ass. Given the omegas he had housed in his back barn, it should have been expected he’d have non-lethal ways to capture them.
You expected Nick to take you to the bedroom and cage you, but your brows furrowed as you were brought to the living room. He was silent now, and that was almost scarier than his anger. He was plotting something that surely wouldn’t be good for you.
Beck and Mace watched from the doorway as Nick dropped you like a sack of potatoes onto the ground against the far wall. He looked down at you, jaw clenched and let out a huff. He gave your stomach a kick, earning a winded groan from you as you couldn't even curl in on yourself, your muscles relaxed against your will.
“She’s rejecting my commands,” Nick said matter-of-factly, his gaze turning to his men. “I intend to fix that.”
“How?” Mace asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe, eyes flicking from you to his boss.
“I’m going to talk to Kemp. He’ll know. And if he doesn’t, Hal will have an idea.”
“Hal is a softie,” Mace interjected with a dry chuckle.
“Yeah, but have you seen how Ari’s omegas listen to him? They dote on him,” Beck commented, running a hand through his short hair, his forehead creased from stress.
“I don’t want the soft route. Get her bound. I have some calls to make.”
Nick didn't look back at you as he exited the room, but you could feel the pain in your bond. The desolation. The anger. The myriad of emotions swirling in the both of you.
Asshole.
Mace and Beck did as commanded, moving around you to take the pictures down from the wall, replacing them with metal loops. Mace left for a few minutes while Beck finished up, and he took a moment to inspect your stomach, pressing around your ribs to ensure there’s nothing out of place. By now, the dogs had joined as well. Apollo, Icarus and Hermes sat a few feet away, just watching what was happening.
“She’s fine,” Beck murmured to the dogs, three sets of ears perking up at his words. “Yeah yeah, I know. But she brought this upon herself.”
Mace returned with rope, working with Beck to bind your arms and connect the cord through the newly installed loops. Your arms were brought above your head, suspending you uncomfortably so that your toes barely touched the floor. It put a lot of pressure on your shoulders, especially with your body's dead weight beneath you.
As their last step, Beck pulled the tranquiliser dart from you, and you tried to bite him when he was close enough. He gave you a look of disappointment before leaving with Mace, the dogs following once Mace whistled for them.
You were left in the living room, nothing more than the ticking of the old grandfather clock on the opposite side of the room to keep you company. It was almost maddening listening to the tick-tocks, your head filled with the repetitive sound. The blinds were drawn, the room dark, the only light source from the hallway outside. Shadows cast over the dark mahogany furniture, creating more demons for you to contest with. You never were a fan of the dark, and certainly not now.
Over time, you regained control of your body. Your muscles started to move, and you were able to shuffle to try and find a more comfortable position. Although no stance was relaxing as you struggled to stay steady on the balls of your feet.
Hours passed, and you started to hone in on the ticking rhythm of the clock, imagining it as a tempo for you and James to dance to. He always loved dancing. You’d been excited to take him to the local dance that was run every spring, but you never did get that chance. And you’d make sure Nick paid for that lost chance by being the unruliest omega possible.
With the curtains closed, it was impossible to tell the time, and the clock was too far away to make out, so you just waited for Nick’s eventual return.
You didn't know how long it had been, but the slamming of doors indicated that Nick had emerged from his office, clearly not happy with whatever ‘advice’ he had been given by his friends. After a few minutes, he walked into the living room, sharp daggers shooting from his gaze at you. If looks could've killed, you would have been long dead.
In his hand was a bowl of porridge, steam wafting off the top. You still hadn’t eaten, and your stomach growled at the sight and smell of the food. Even though you hated the muggy texture, your body craved just about anything.
“Are you going to be good?” Nick said coolly, his mask of calmness back. “You’ll have to be punished, but it will be easier on you if you give in now.”
He approached slowly, watching the way your eyes flitted between the food and him. It was clear Nick thought you would give in as he approached, a smug look on his face.
When he was within range, you used all your strength to throw your legs out and kick the bowl from his grasp, the porcelain shattering to the ground with a smash. Beck came rushing in from the sound, stopping when Nick raised his hand to dismiss him. “Leave it.”
You felt a sense of triumph when Nick’s jaw clicked in annoyance. You weren’t going down that easy. Not with James in the forefront of your thoughts.
Nick’s fists clenched and unclenched like he was deciding whether to hit you or not before he seemingly remembered something. He didn’t touch you. Instead, wordlessly, he pivoted on his heel and left, leaving you and the discarded food without further consideration.
That was the last time you saw anyone for two days.
Or at least what you thought was two days. It was hard to approximate with the only indication of the time the chimes on the clock. Fatigued, with no more than an hour’s sleep due to the stress position and lack of food, you were second guessing how many chimes you’d counted.
Your heart leapt in your chest when Nick eventually re-emerged, his clothes different. You’d never seen him out of a suit, his muscly form adorning a plain blue t-shirt and black jeans. The clothes clung to him like you wished to. Your alpha. Your hindbrain was ecstatic at the sight of him. Pushing against your designation, you shoved all the feelings down deep. No, you could not desire the man who ruined your life.
Nick’s signature smirk was back, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. He wanted you, too. That much was clear. Why he cared for you so much, you’d never understand. With the ticks in the background sounding, you looked at the clock tattoo that stood out starkly against his skin, like the rest of his ink.
Your eyes narrowed as you focused on the time. Two am. Was that on purpose? Did that time hold some significance? Or was it simply chosen at random? Your sight dragged to the bowl of fruit in his hands. Melon, strawberries, and apples,all cut into bite-size pieces. The hunger you felt hurt, as if your stomach was ready to eat itself.
“I can hear your stomach, puppy. Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Nick mocked, but he was right. You were ravenous. The sweet tang in the air from the fruit mixed in with Nick’s strong scent had your head swirling.
It’d been days since you’d been touched. Usually, that would be enough for any omega to start getting touch starved, let alone a mated omega being denied by her alpha. A prime alpha. Your body yearned for Nick, and it had your anger rising. No, it wasn't fair. You shouldn’t want the man who killed your partner.
Like the first time Nick visited, you kicked the bowl from his hand, flinching at the shattering sound. As you did it, there was a flash of ire in Nick’s expression, but there was something else there too. Like he expected it from you.
“Have it your way,” Nick said simply, placing his hands in his pockets as he kicked the discarded fruit away from your feet. He was so close, you could feel his body heat, and it had you wanting to lean in. “Uh-uh. Bad dogs don’t get pats.”
Nick pulled away, pupils dilated as he took in your scent. It was a punishment for him as well. Although he could get touch elsewhere, all you got was the wall against your back and the floor beneath your toes.
This time when Nick left, tears started steadily streaming down your cheeks as anxiety clutched at your heart.
It started to get much worse.
The longer you were left untouched, the worse your mental state became. The anxiousness was quickly met with a deep depression that settled into your bones and brought upon an acute sadness that infected you like a disease.
There were often tears, howls, and whimpers. Yet you still didn’t yield when Nick visited you. You were being pulled in two directions, a tear beginning to form down your middle. Your loyalty was to James, but your body called for your alpha.
Every time someone would walk past the doorway, or you’d hear the pitter-patter of dog paws, your heart would nearly burst. A visitor? But you were almost always met with disappointment.
Nick didn’t allow the dogs in the living room, and the only time you saw anyone else was when Beck came to inject you with medicine or help you use a bedpan. He didn’t look you in the eyes, touch you, or speak to you. It was like a ghost was administering the vitamins and minerals you needed to stay alive while you refused food.
The days passed in a blur. As soon as the sun would bleed in around the curtains, it would disappear as nightfall came. At first, you liked the quiet of the night, only you and the owls hooting outside awake. But it quickly became your personal nightmare. Alone, with nothing but your thoughts, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes due to the pressure on your arms and balls of your feet.
It was torture. A brutal tactic that was breaking you down with each tick of that fucking clock. You growled into the air. Oh, how you wanted to break that clock. Tear it to shreds and leave nothing but cogs behind. Because every time you tried to escape reality, the ticking would wrench you back.
The same as the days before it, the sun began to fade, and darkness began to consume the room. You closed your eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Although it was unlikely with the throbbing pain in your shoulders. When you heard footsteps, you assumed they would merely pass by as they usually did, but your eyes fluttered open when the feet stopped in the doorway. Your eyes met Mace’s hardened gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him since you were put on the wall, and you instinctively wanted to hug him. Alpha’s best friend. Alpha’s best friend is your best friend. He watched the way your brows furrowed, and tears welled in your eyes before breaking away to begin lighting the candles that sat on the mantle.
“Mace.. help me..”
Your voice was left ignored. The candles added a soft illumination to the room. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the flickering heat, a golden amber emanating from the flames. If you touched it, you would feel something. It would hurt. But you would have chosen it. A pain you choose to bear is freedom in itself.
“Mace, alpha, please. Let me go.”
Mace didnt spare you another glance as he moved around the room, dusting and cleaning up. He even vacuumed, and it was all very odd. Nick had a maid staff for this, although you supposed they would be uncomfortable seeing a bound omega crying against the wall.
Once he was done, he flicked on the wall sconces, and your eyes shut immediately. The room is filled with light for the first time in.. well, you weren't sure. But it had been a long while. There was a buzzing behind your eyes, spots flittering across your eyelids before you braved the light.
Your eyes opened slowly, the brightness almost painful for your poor weakened body. You were growing accustomed to the darkness, feeling as if your body was becoming one with the plaster pressed against your back. There was no hiding in the light, and Mace took a deep breath at the sight of you.
You were a mess. Naked, bruised, with cuts all over from your attempted escape. It was a sight to behold. Mace left without a word, but you were jostled.
Why did he clean up? Why turn the lights on? It became more apparent when there was a new voice in the home. One you recognised from the night of the auction.
Steve walked in with Nick by his side, his lips quirking at the sight of you. Your gaze turned to Nick, vexed still in how you looked at him. But your back arched too, begging to get closer to the scent wafting from him. When you closed your eyes, you were sitting by a flower bed of geraniums with a cup of earl grey tea, and Nick was there nuzzling into your neck.
“F-Fuck.. you..” You whined. It felt as if you would die if he didn’t touch you soon. Like you’d crumble into a pile of ash for Mace to sweep up.
“It’s good you booked this for tonight. I don’t think she’d last much longer otherwise,” You hated how Steve spoke as if you were not there, and a growl left you when you opened your eyes to see his hand on Nick’s shoulder. No, you needed that touch. It’s not fair. At the same time, you wanted to rip Nick’s throat out and force-feed him it.
“This better work,” Nick’s voice was strained, the pain clear. He’d been starved of his omega for too long. But he couldn’t just let you off like nothing happened.
“It will. Trust me.”
“I trust you with my life, Steve. But I don’t know if I trust you with hers.”
Steve merely chuckled, and the men left the same way they came. You wriggled in your binds to no avail. Your body was so exhausted you could barely move. Before long, more footsteps and voices were chatting in the entryway. You recognised Lee, Charles, Ransom, Chase and Robert, all from the auction. But there were new ones too. Three voices you didn’t know that mingled in with the rest. What were they all doing here?
Beck walked in with finger food, little meatballs that looked fancy and well-presented. Mace followed, carrying a plate with different hors d’oeuvres. Some caviar looking thing. You didn’t know what it was, but your stomach grumbled nonetheless. The alphas stayed and watched as the waitstaff brought in drinks and even more food, a complete set-up on the living room table. Last brought in was a plate of natural oysters; the fishy smell had your head reeling. The food had too many scents for your brain to handle. You needed your alpha. You needed to nuzzle into him– No. You needed to kill him. You whimpered as your brain tried to figure out what it wanted.
“Now that’s a nice noise,” Ransom mocked as he entered, a glass of whisky in hand. “You want some company that bad, huh?”
“S’needy little ‘mega. Real cute too,” Lee joined him, hand on his belt that held up his uniformed slacks.
They both looked ravished at the sight of you, like you were the finest meal. Your sounds of distress began to rise. “Go away. Where’s Nick?”
“Now, now, that’s no way to talk to guests, is it? And you can’t even address your alpha correctly, tsk,” a new man entered with Charles and Chase close behind. His shades covered his eyes, but the way his thick moustache curved with his smirk told you all you needed to know. He wasn’t a good person.
“I think we can forgive her for being rude given the circumstances, don’t you think?” Yet another two men entered, and your head was beginning to swirl with the number of alpha scents in the room. The man looked rough and rugged as if he worked hard and was weathered by it.
“I think Hal is right, Lloyd. Give the omega a break for being flustered,” Hal’s companion said as he made his way to the table, taking one of the caviar toasts to snack on. The moment you heard the crunch, you opened your mouth instinctively, desperate to eat.
“Are you not feeding this thing, Fowler?” Charles called out as Nick and Steve entered together.
They were all speaking about you, not to you. And it had your blood boiling as the myriad of other emotions began to rise to the surface. “Fuck off! All of you! Leave me alone. You’re all fucking bastards. Stupid knotheaded bastards.”
Suddenly, all the attention was on you. No more chuckles or snide comments, just the piercing gaze of eleven alphas and the one beta, Steve. Your heart lurched, the intensity sudden.
“I’ll kill all of you. The moment I get out of here, you’re all dead,” you snarled as you looked at Nick. Since you’d last seen him, he’d changed into a black button-up and suit pants.
He looked like his role. A mob boss with the power of a prime alpha. But more than anything, he looked like a man sent to the point of desperation. He was holding himself with a mask of calm, but you could feel what lay beneath the surface, the same as he could for you.
“Drinks, anyone?” Hal’s companion broke the silence, and the men eased, tense shoulders releasing.
“Yeah, Ari. Good idea,” Chase kept his eyes on you as he made his way to the table.
Small talk restarted amongst the men, but you kept your gaze on your alpha. No one else mattered anyway. What was the point of this party? Some chance to show off his defying omega?
Nick ignored you, but you could feel the red string between you two. He was still connected whether he wanted to give you attention or not. You watched as he went and whispered something to Mace and Beck, the duo’s faces hardening.
They both looked at Nick with concern, but he shrugged them off, returning to his conversation with Steve and Lloyd. Like a hawk surveying your surroundings, your breathing began to quicken when Mace and Beck approached.
“Please, don’t touch me. I- I’ll kill you. I can’t– I need–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You needed your alpha.
“You should have thought of that before you acted up, omega,” Mace snapped, but his eyes had a sense of guilt to them.
Beck wouldn’t look at you as he and Mace worked on getting you down. When the rope went lax, you fell into Beck’s arms, your legs too weak to hold yourself up. The sobs started. You were finally feeling touch, but it was wrong. Beck’s scent wasn’t foul, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t what you needed.
Mace came up behind you, and his presence was all wrong too. “No, no, no. Get off!” You couldn’t struggle even if you had wanted to. After God knows how long suspended on pressure points, your muscles were weakened to the point that they were practically useless. Every time you went to swipe at the men, it was no more than a weak slap, Mace and Back wholly unperturbed.
“Shh, shh. You’ll only make it worse for yourself,” Beck soothed into your ear, but you could hardly hear it with your heavy cries.
Mace picked you up from Beck’s arms, cradling you for the room to look at. And look they did.
The scent in the air spiked into something hazardous, and every omega instinct told you to run. Danger. Nick stayed at the back of the room, sitting in one of the velvet armchairs with a glass of what looked to be straight vodka, shooing away Steve when he tried to tell him something.
Mace placed you in the centre of the room, your back hitting the plush rug. It was a different sensation from the cold wall, and it was nice to feel something warm and fuzzy for a split second. But the reprieve was short lived as the other alphas in the room began to approach.
You tried to crawl away, but your arms and legs didn’t move despite your mind begging them to do so.
Steve crouched before you, deft fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to think of one thing, omega. This is happening because you denied your alpha.”
The clock ticked in the background, timed with his words, your mouth dropping into a wail.
“This,” Tick. “Is,” Tick. “Happening,” Tick. “Because,” Tick. “Of,” Tick. “You,”
Like an odd hypnosis, you blinked as Steve pulled away. Wait. What is happening?
Whistles and howls filled the room, and it had you shivering in fear before you realised it. The scent in the room turned sickly sweet, dripping with arousal. Apart from Mace, Beck and Nick, all the men in the room were palming themselves, watching how your bare chest rose and fell with each breath.
They’re not here for a social visit.
Steve pulled down the fly to his black jeans, and your stomach twisted painfully. No. Hal and Ari joined him, the three of them taking out their hardening lengths.
It wasn't real. It was just a bad dream. This was just a nightmare, right?
“Open up, omega. And I better not feel any teeth,” Steve guided his cock to your lips, smearing the head across them. His beta scent was as powerful as the alpha’s around him, making your head pound. It was far too real to be a dream.
“No,” You shook your head. No. No way. But with the way the ticking clock buzzed in your brain and touch starved sensory overload took over when Steve gripped your jaw and squeezed painfully, you started to lose your fight as your mouth opened.
Steve didn’t give you a chance for a snide comment before he pushed himself into your wet mouth, groaning under his breath at the feeling of your tongue gliding against him.
Betas typically weren’t as well endowed as alphas, but it seemed Steve was an exception with the way he filled your mouth to the brim. Your lips stretched painfully around him, and while you were tempted to bite, the repercussions scared you too much.
While he began working himself in your mouth, Hal spat into your hand before resting his length into it. When you didn’t move to stroke him, he wrapped his hand over yours, directing you to move your hand up and down. His ridges and veins slid across your palm, and you couldn’t wrap your whole fist around him with how thick he was.
Ari gently raised your tired legs, spreading them open so he could look at your bare pussy. He let out a low whistle as he ran his fingers up and down your folds. You tried to shake your head, but you couldn’t with Steve holding you steady.
“That’s it, ‘mega. You’re crying, but you’re so wet,” Ari breathed out, testingly pressing a finger into your awaiting heat. He was right. Your body reacted to the attention it had denied for so long despite your want to escape.
“Jesus, just fuck her already,” Robert sniped, his impatience clear as Ari stretched you open, a second and third finger added to your core.
“I’ll fuck her when I’m ready to fuck her,” Ari snapped back. The tension between the alpha’s made you feel even more uncomfortable.
Your distress was evident when you whimpered around Steve’s cock. Hal cooed to you, thrusting into your hand and gently brushing his fingers over your arm. “You’re alright. C’mon, that’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl.”
Ari prepped you, working you open with his fingers, but you hardly registered it as your head felt underwater, drowning in the mixed scents of all the men.
Going from touch starved to suddenly overwhelmed was a horrible, nauseating feeling that had you wanting to crawl to Nick and beg for him to make it stop. But when you managed to look at him, you were met with little help. Slouched in his chair, with the dogs by his side, sat Nick. Mace and Beck situated not far from him, all observing you.
“Don’t look at him. Eyes on me, omega,” Steve commanded, tapping your cheek until you turned your attention back to him. His thrusts into your mouth were on the side of gentle, easing himself in and out without choking you. “Remember what I said. This is all because of you.”
The tears started streaming more heavily down your cheeks as Ari pressed the head of his cock between your folds. You tried to squirm your hips away, but he held you firm. “I have no intention of hurting you. If you stay still this will be easier.”
You didn’t listen, continuing to try to writhe away. What would James think if he saw this? He’d be horrified.
The scents of the three started getting headier, along with those still waiting their turn. You could cut the air with a knife, the atmosphere rigid and palpable.
You cried as Ari bottomed out, his cock stretching you. It wasn’t like the stretch of your alpha, and the mere fact that it wasn’t your alpha was enough to have your body clenching, your walls wanting to force him out. “Fuck. So fuckin’ tight,” Ari cursed under his breath, beginning languid movements that had you seeing stars.
Like a ragdoll, your body met the needs of the three alphas. Their moans filled the room while you wished for nothing more than to sink into oblivion.
“That’s it, good girl. Good little omega. Take it nice and deep. Feels good, doesn’t it? Yeah, yeah I know it does.”
You didn’t register the words of praise, but your attention snapped back to reality when you heard Nick speak.
“Stop praising her like she’s yours,” The prime alpha ground his teeth, jaw set tight.
Ari stopped his movements, stilling inside you while his length pulsed. “None of us want her. We know she’s yours. This is business.”
“I want my omega to smell like me. She smells like you,” Hal commented, keeping your hand moving while his eyes fluttered.
The response seemed to satisfy Nick, and they quickly resumed taking what they needed from you.
It wasn’t long before you could feel them getting close, their breaths heavier, sweat beading along their brows. But before their knots could swell, they all pulled away, leaving you flustered. What.. they weren’t going to finish? You were almost grateful. Perhaps that was it.
Beck came and gave you a once over before he nodded to the rest of the men, and another three stepped up. Lee, Chase and Charles approached, their cocks already red and leaking from watching you getting used by their friends and acquaintances.
It’s almost like a party, with the guests enjoying the food, drinks and the host's omega. In a way, you were no more than food on a platter, ready for the taking. Ready to be picked at by all the guests.
Lee was rough as he settled between your legs, taking the chance to grope at your flesh and feel every curve. “Cute lil’ thing. S’fucking soft too. I can see why she’s yours, Nick.”
You turned your head to look at your alpha, your free hand gripping the carpet to try and pull yourself closer to him. Maybe if you could get there, he’d end this. You managed to flip yourself onto your stomach, but all it did was give you carpet burn when you tried to drag yourself.
“Are we that scary that you’re trying to run?” Chase leant in close to the shell of your ear, playfully nipping at it. “Oh, I can be really frightening if you want.”
There was something else there. A supernatural sense that chilled you to the bone. You looked at him with wide eyes, but he merely looked smug with a quirk of his head. “Aren’t you curious to know what it is? Want to have a scare, little omega?”
“Stop it, Chase. Don’t fuck with her,” Mace interjected, cutting Chase off, who merely pouted in response.
“Fuck her, not fuck with her. Got it,” Chase gave a charismatic smile, leaning down to lick a stripe across your cheek before rubbing his cock over it, so his saliva smeared all over your skin. It was a sickly slimy feeling that made you want to throw up, not that your stomach had any contents at the moment.
He used the makeshift lube to easily slip between your swollen lips, pressing in hard and deep until he hit the back of your throat. You choked around him, but it provoked him to do it more.
Lee lifted you so you were on all fours, giving your ass a smack that left a red hand-shaped welt in its wake. Charles helped you steady yourself before taking your hand for his use. This time you got the message, beginning to stroke him while Lee started to thrust.
Maybe if you just played along, this would all be over quickly.
The strain on your body was paramount as Lee jolted you with each brutal snap of his hips, the fabric of his uniform scratching against your ass. His hands held on so tight to your hips that there would surely be bruises. “S’fucking good. Shit. I wanna try her mouth though.”
Chase pulled out of your mouth with a grunt, his length shining with your spit. You coughed, finally able to breathe properly, some of your saliva falling into the plush rug below.
“Messy little thing,” Charles groaned, moving to your mouth along with Lee. “Think we’ll both fit?”
“No, but it’ll be amusing to see her tryin’,” Lee snickered before his and Charles’ cocks breached your mouth.
A frail scream left you from the stretch, your eyes scrunching closed from the intrusion. They didn't fit, but they fucked into your mouth regardless. When Lee pulled back, Charles thrusted forward, and when Charles pulled back, Lee pushed in. They worked in tandem, ignoring your broken pleads that were muffled by their dicks.
Chase wasted no time in burying himself to the hilt in you, his thrusts deep and rutted like an animal chasing a primal instinct. “God, fuck, so good. Can I bite her?”
“No,” Beck and Mace snapped in unison, arms crossed as they forced themselves to watch.
Chase shrugged, the slaps of his hips getting louder as he started getting rougher. Your ass was burning from the impact, and your lips stretched and sore. Everything hurt. Emotionally and physically.
Every time you closed your eyes you saw flashes of James holding his hand out to you. Please. Please get me out of here. But he was no more than a ghost now. There was no one who could save you now.
“If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore.”
The picture of James began to warble, his face becoming obscured and replaced. Instead of your lover, it was your alpha. Nick. You needed him more than ever.
Your mind was becoming another for the world’s graveyard of broken souls. Discarded, crossed by everyone around them, unmet with mercy. But this meant you could let go. You would never move on, but you didn’t have to in order to be free. While you would never move from the loss and grief, you could let go. And perhaps that gave you a chance at a gilded freedom provided by your alpha.
Is it so bad to just want to be happy?
You were a bird with golden wings, feathers so bright it left others in awe, and song so sweet it had others listening intently. Your intentions were pure. All you ever wanted was to love and be loved, live a simple life and find some happiness. But that was rare in this world. Not many held the purity of joy that you did. And so, you’d become imprisoned. A bird fluttering, confined by the bars of your alpha.
Alphas had an incessant need to conquer, to clip the wings of those around them so they felt more powerful, even if they were the privileged ones in the first place. You never stood a chance.
For James, you’d waged a war you never could have vanquished. You’d done nothing more than bring a knife to a gunfight. And the lengths Nick Fowler would go to break you had you reaching a realisation.
Letting go of James meant that he was part of your history, not your destiny. And while that was painful, keeping his memory close was weighing you down like weights on your ankles, dragging you down to the watery depths where monsters lay in wait.
It was easy to hate Nick Fowler. To engrave the words ‘I hate you’ onto your heart. But to let go, to allow yourself to find whatever slither of happiness awaits you, you could not hate. It was simply too painful. A burden you could not bear. Not anymore.
The world was beginning to fracture at the sides, your mind hardening as the cracks started to form. You weren’t going to last like this. And that was okay.
“It’s okay. You’ll be okay. Let go, baby. Let go,” James’s voice rang in your head, and you howled louder than ever.
The dogs started barking and snarling at your distress, and Nick had to hold them back by their collars to stop them from trying to protect you.
Chase’s nails dug into your hips, Lee pulled at your hair, and Charles blocked your nose. The pain bloomed like a macabre rose for your mental funeral of James, and your eyes rolled back into your head as your arms gave way. Lee looped an arm under you to hold you up while they kept fucking your mouth, your spluttered breaths ignored.
You didn’t see how Steve whispered to Nick or how the other alphas were entranced with how your body began to shake. The incessant barks fell on deaf ears before the dogs had to be ushered out of the room by Mace. They let out whines as they were denied saving you from shattering.
The way you viewed Nick began to rapidly change. The bitterness fled like animals fleeing a bushfire at pace. The past was the past, but your prime alpha was the future. Hormones took over, your hindbrain taking control. All that was left was an omega desperate for their alpha.
The convulsions didn’t stop as you began to run out of breath, Chase fucking you like a man unhinged until his knotted base started to swell and catch at the entrance to your cunt. Your body seized. You needed your alpha’s knot, not Chase’s.
Luckily, the alpha’s did what the men before had done, letting you go just before they reached their climax. Your body was dropped to the floor on your stomach with an ungraceful oof, vision hazy as you tried to lift yourself up. But you had no energy left, everything screaming to just get to your alpha.
“Alpha,” You whimpered, and when your eyes met Nick’s, he looked at you with veiled shock. You’d called for him. After all the fighting and pain, you were calling for him. “Alpha, please.”
“Not yet, omega. You’re almost done,” Steve intervened, not allowing Nick to speak for fear that he would give in now that you were breaking for him.
After Beck checked you over, his jaw set, Ransom, Robert and Lloyd descended upon you, and their gazes were by far the darkest. The aura that oozed off them was malice, and it had you shivering from your spot on the floor.
“Aw, sunshine. You’re shaking like a leaf,” Lloyd laughed, squatting before you, biting on the end of his sunglasses before he looped them through the front of his shirt. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Please, I just want my alpha,” you cried, surprised you still had tears left after the amount you’d been sobbing.
“You’ll get him. But like Stevie said, you’ve got to make us happy first,” his fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head to examine you.
“Dibs on fucking her mouth,” Ransom cut in, taking some food from the table onto a small plate. You watched him as he took two oysters and some salmon, confused as to why he was getting food as he neared you.
The others were helping themselves too. Although Lee and Hal turned their noses up at it, seemingly not keen on fancy food. They’re more homebodies, you guessed.
“I’ll take those pretty little hands,” Robert licked his lips, cock bobbing as it stood proud, released from his slacks.
You were lifted from your place on the ground, Lloyd sitting with his back to the couch seat and ass against the plush rug. He dragged you into his lap and directly against his hard cock, grinding himself against you.
“I don’t want this, please, stop,” you yowled, trying to wriggle away, but all it did was make Lloyd groan as he kept grinding against you.
“What you want doesn’t matter, sweets,” Robert sniggered, coming up close to whisper in your ear. “You’re at our mercy now.”
Despite having nothing left to lose, the fear was immobilising. You weren’t afraid of death, but living terrified you. The unrelenting pain it brought. The bleakness. All you had now was your alpha, the thing you craved most despite the circumstances. Wanting Nick Fowler was a horrifying feeling.
The three vultures that remained between you and your alpha had you feeling like you were swimming, but when you tried to put your feet down on the sand, the water was far deeper than you thought, and there was nothing there to ground you.
Your brain felt like mush, a mess of emotion and need. Despite your protests, your pussy provided more than enough slickness for Lloyd to rub his cock between your folds before impatiently beginning to guide you down onto his cock. You cried out but couldn’t move with his grip on you, Ransom and Robert watching.
“Put those hands to use, c’mon, we don’t have all day,” Robert grabbed your wrists, a harsh grip that had your bones aching. There was no need for the use of force, but he seemed to find a sick thrill in the power of watching you in pain, just as Lloyd and Ransom did.
Lloyd pulled you down until you reached the scruffy hair at the base of his cock, using your body like a fleshlight up and down on his dick. Robert painfully clung to your wrists as he guided your wet palms over his rigid flesh, all while Ransom watched amusedly.
“You must be hungry, hm? I bet you’d love some salmon, ducky,” Ransom teased, eating the smoked salmon as he towered over you while your eyes fluttered from how Lloyd dragged his length along your walls.
You shook your head. You wanted none of it. You wanted to be in the arms of your alpha and nothing more.
The stability of your mind was wavering, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to form words with the way everything hurt. Physically your body was fatigued and battered, and mentally you were a wilted rose, fragile petals torn.
“Hm. I don’t like being ignored, omega. Your alpha brought us here to teach you a lesson, one I intend to make sure you remember.” Ransom held up the fishy shells under your nose with nothing but oysters left on his plate.
You retched, stomach rolling in disgust from the salty sea smell coming from the slimy thing. You’d never had an oyster before, and you had no wish to try it now.
Ransom chuckled as Lloyd kept working you over his cock, with Robert using your hands to stroke himself.
For a moment, your eyes checked over the rest of the room's occupants. You searched for a reprieve, but no one was coming to your rescue. There was a gain in having you break like this, and you whined into the air as you tried to squirm towards your alpha but were held firm by Lloyd’s ring-covered fingers. “Uh-uh sunshine, no getting off my lap ‘til I’m done with you.”
“I want you fed before you take my cock, ducky. That way you don’t get nibbly on me. Who knows how far your hunger goes, isn’t that right?” He spoke to you like a child that’s being chastised, and it had a heat building in your cheeks. It was humiliating and had you spiralling further into the shell of an omega.
Ransom didn’t allow you to shy away. His fingers gripped your cheeks so your mouth opened in a forced pout. It took all your might to close your lips, refusing to let anything go into your mouth.
A strong arm looped around your neck, Lloyd’s bicep curling around your throat as he kept making you ride him. A strangled sound escaped you as the breath was knocked from your lungs, shock taking over.
Robert joined in, pulling your hair so your head tilted back into Lloyd’s tight hold. The world began spinning the more oxygen you lost, your lungs cut off from filling with air.
“P- Pl-“ You couldn’t get the words out, tingles all over your body with the way the world began to have a vignette at the edges.
Was this the final curtain call? Was the sick show finally coming to an end?
“Let her go, Lloyd,” Hal called, annoyance clear despite how his cock bobbed hard between his legs.
Mace and Beck stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Steve stopped them. “You want your friend to get the omega of his dreams? Then you need to let this happen.”
“They’re hurting her,” Mace snapped, and you reached out your free hand towards them despite the way your body was beginning to give way.
“A little pain is necessary. She will survive.”
Using your distracted state, Ransom opened your mouth and slid the raw oyster out of its shell and onto your tongue.
Your eyes went wide at the sudden movement. Before you could spit out the slimy food, Ransom clamped his hand over your mouth and nose. Your attempts to flail were fruitless, and the longer it lay in your mouth, the stronger the oyster’s taste became.
You cried against Ransom’s hand as you chewed, which was a mistake in itself, and swallowed the oyster.
“You’re not meant to chew it so much, silly ducky,” Ransom laughed heartily, amused at your disgust. “Here, let's try that again. Now, do as I say. Chew it twice, then swallow.”
Lloyd and Robert loosened their grips so you could breathe, and when Ransom moved his hand, you gulped in air greedily. “N-No. No more,” you begged to deaf ears.
The two alpha’s held you still as Ransom held the second oyster to your lips. You turned your head away despite the hold in the roots of your hair, but it was useless.
Ransom forced the second oyster into your mouth, and you wanted to throw up. You did as the alpha had told you. You gave two chews and swallowed. It was far less horrid, but still an experience that had you gagging when you were released.
Your clear distress had Lloyd’s cock twitching inside you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he started fucking up into you again.
“You’d think I’d fed her a lemon. Stupid slut, I could buy an omega for the price of these,” Ransom sniped, throwing the plate aside.
“Watch it, Ransom,” Beck growled, Mace barely holding him back from approaching.
“What? She’s a stupid—”
“She isn’t yours to insult,” Beck spat, only backing down when Ransom raised his hands in concedement.
Like the others before them, the three alphas used you for their pleasure. Your brain started to check out, and dissociate, taking you to a better place.
But for some reason, every better place you could think of had Nick there. Your alpha. As long as his scent enveloped you, you were safe. It was a rapidly growing dependency.
When the alphas grabbed at you harshly, you wondered. Would Nick let you build a nest with his clothes? You didn’t want to be without him while he was busy.
If Ransom, Lloyd and Robert noticed you zoning out, they didn’t say anything. They just used you harder until their knots were beginning to swell.
Steve joined the scene, your eyes dazedly watching him as he helped the others lay you down on the rug. You turned your head to the side, the faintest waft of your alpha coming from the fabric. You rubbed your nose into it, a high whine coming from you.
“She’s fucked stupid,” Charles said, mostly in amazement at the scene of you nuzzling into the rug. There were a few laughs in response, words coming through one ear and out the other as you struggled to keep up with all the men surrounding you.
You couldn’t focus as they stood over you, your visuals overloaded. But when the first shooting string of warmth hit you, you realised what was happening. Your ears clued into the distinct groans of the alphas, but their salty-twinged scent covered your skin.
You gasped, wanting to escape it, but multiple hands held you down as more smells began mixing.
It was complete and utter sensory overload as the eight alphas (and one beta) stroked themselves until they came over you, their knots hot and heavy in their grips as sticky white covered you. You wailed, trying to get to your alpha.
It smelt wrong, like getting hit to the head with a sledgehammer as the scents covered you.
“Alpha! Help me! Make it stop, please,” you thrashed, and before long, the men were finished. You sobbed, completely drenched in their cum.
Without realising it, your body began shaking, the touch starvation to complete overload from other scents sending you into a frenzy. The sobs that wracked through you were miserable, pathetic wails sounding as the anxiety hit you.
The men moved away to mingle, and your knight in shining armour arrived.
Nick’s face came into view, and you wailed with outstretched grabby hands.
He smiled at you. A genuine smile that had warmth flowing through your bond. He’d got what he wanted. You. Broken. And now his to put back together.
“Look at you, puppy. My beautiful girl,” he cooed to you, taking a soft towel Beck handed him to begin wiping away some of the cum from your skin.
“I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-“ Your teeth chattered as your heart raced in quick tandem. The panic was unrelenting, but your muscles were too spent to raise yourself and touch him.
Nick’s large palm cupped your cheek, and he leaned in close. His rings were cold against your hot flesh, which was a soothing feeling. “Tell me what you want. What you need, little pup.”
There was nothing left of you. The girl who was taken from her home was no more.
“Y-You. You. Alpha, help me, please. I can’t- Oh god- I can’t d-do this,” you cried between hiccuped sniffles, and Nick nuzzled his nose against yours.
“See? All you had to do was ask,” Nick gently jabbed, and the normal you would have snapped back. But you weren’t the same person anymore, not after what he’d put you through.
Without acknowledging the guests, Nick cleaned you up the best he could with the towel before he scooped you up bridal style. He began carrying you towards the bedroom, and it had some relief coming to your cluttered mind.
You wanted to be as far away from the other alphas as possible. The whole way up, Nick spoke to you like a new pet. “Such a pretty pup, aren’t you? My pretty pup. I can’t wait to give my sweet puppy a shower. Silly little thing, getting all dirty.”
He carried you to the bathroom and placed you on the cold tiled floor to prepare the shower.
But when he moved away from you, your brain just couldn’t handle it. He was too far, even though he was only a few steps away. “Alpha,” you whined, and Nick turned to look at your beady eyes staring up at you.
“Say it again,” he rasped, fingers twitching at his sides.
“Alpha. Don’t leave me, please.”
“I’m not leaving you, pup. I’m trying to get the shower ready,” Nick smirked, the enjoyment of your attachment evident. He moved to pick you up, and this time he put you on his hip as he began running the water and getting all the things he’d need.
“You’re a needy pup, aren’t you?” Nick said, but it wasn’t an insult. It was clear he was revelling in it. He manoeuvred you around while he undressed, and for the first time, you moved to touch him first.
You dragged your nose over his neck, inhaling his scent that had your heart fluttering and pussy clenching. Your fingers ran over his inked skin, feeling each chiselled muscle within reach. From biceps to abs, you felt all of it. This was.. yours? Could you call Nick yours?
The warm water hit your back as Nick walked you under the stream, both of you sighing in relief. It had been a long day.
“Are you going to get other omegas?” It wasn’t unheard of, alphas making a little harem for themselves.
You felt the flash of anger through the bond, and Nick growled in offence. “No. I only want you, omega.”
“Why?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask. What made you so special? A small-town girl in a prime alpha’s world.
“Later you can ask all the questions you want. But for now, let me make you feel good,” Nick let your back rest against the shower wall, wrapping your legs around his waist so you were sandwiched.
The warm water covered you both, and your eyes fluttered closed. Nick took the body wash, using his hands to cover you in the suds. The distressing smell of the other men started to dissipate with each swipe of his hands, the scent replaced with something neutral before the strong smell of your alpha wafted over the top.
Nick rubbed the scent gland on his wrist across your body, allowing you to relax while his aura took over. It calmed you completely, your body going lax the more he touched you.
This was all you wanted now.
You shuddered when his fingers grazed your nipples, the nubs hardening the more he ran his fingers over them. He drew languid circles with his fingers around your areolas, the teasing causing you to whine, but you made no move to stop him. It felt too good.
Even if it tried, the water couldn’t wash away the slick forming between your folds. Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped at the sight you were met with.
Dark, lustful eyes met yours, and you felt swallowed whole by the way Nick looked at you. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?” He whispered, and you nodded.
Nick licked your cheek as his hands travelled lower, resting on your stomach. “Here?”
You whined and wriggled your hips, feeling his hardening length pulse against your ass.
“Use your words, omega,” Nick’s fingers tickled your tummy, and you laughed. When was the last time you’d laughed?
“Lower,” you breathed out, still squirming for contact.
“Hm, how about here?” Nick’s fingers moved lower until they sat at the top of your cunt, teasing your mound.
You gripped his shoulders, shaking your head. “Lower, alpha, please.”
“That’s my girl,” Nick purred before his fingers dipped between your folds.
Your body became ignited the moment he breezed over your clit, your cunt throbbing for any contact. “Oh, oh,” you moaned. “Please, alpha, right there.”
“Right here? Well, since you used your manners and asked so nicely,” Nick rolled your clit between his fingers, causing you to howl in surprise as the pleasure shot through your entire body.
After being starved and tortured, this was heaven.
He didn’t stop, beginning to rub your clit as he ground his cock against you, his other hand palming at your soft mounds. The sounds pulled from you were obscene as your body was, for once, manipulated for your pleasure.
The heat in your core started to grow rapidly, and the connection in your bond meant that you were feeding off each other’s arousal, only heightening the experience. Just as he could feel you, you could feel the burning fire coming from Nick. It had goosebumps rising on your skin and your hair standing on end.
“That’s it, puppy. Let your alpha take care of you.” Nick’s words were entirely possessive, and it only further ingrained his hold over you. Your alpha. He saved you from the bad men. Right? He took you away. And now he’s taking care of you. That’s not so bad, right?
Your sounds started to hit a higher pitch as Nick increased his pace, leaning forward to lick and nip at your neck as his fingers didn’t stop toying with your clit. “Does that feel good? Having your alpha play with your puppy pussy?”
It all started to become too much, your body buzzing with the electrical currents of pleasure. Your legs began to tense around Nick’s hips as your core tightened. “Alpha, I’m– I’m going to–”
“That’s it, pup. Come for your alpha. Give me everything,” Nick snarled into your ear, and his voice's lewd harshness had you reaching your peak.
You came with a yowl, body shuddering as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your fingers gripped Nick’s shoulders so tightly that your nails dug into his skin, leaving crescents in his mix of black ink and pale flesh.
“Good girl, gushing against my cock. I didn’t even have to finger you,” Nick smiled, and the old you would have been cocky about how his fingers would never have been enough for you. But now, all you could do was give a small smile in return. Your alpha was cocky, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Nick leaned forward to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear as he positioned himself against your clenching hole, and you could tell he was smiling in the way he spoke. “Are you ready for your treat, puppy?”
Nick pushed his hips up without warning, burying his cock deep into your awaiting heat. You choked out a moan at the sudden feeling of fullness. Having Nick stretching you out around his length felt right. A cosy feeling of home made you feel safe and loved. Like the best nest you could ever build.
“A perfect fit, just for me,” Nick grunted as he held you tight so he could thrust up, massaging your walls with each groove and vein along his dick.
You closed your eyes, allowing your head to fall forward into the crook of Nick’s neck. He rolled his hips in slow, languid movements that had you constantly whining. The air felt thick enough to cut with a knife, but you didn’t need air when you had your alpha.
The movement of your bodies together was slow and passionate. Nick’s hands gently pulled your head back, so your forehead rested against his. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips, and it had you leaning in closer until your lips met.
Both of you were drenched from the shower’s spray, making it easy to slide your lips together as Nick cupped your cheeks. He deepened the kiss, his hips grinding deep and hard as you bounced against the wall.
Nick bit your bottom lip, allowing blood to pool between you before he sucked it away, a hum mixing in with his groans. He didn’t break away from the kiss. Instead, he slid his tongue into your mouth, swirling it against yours and fucking your mouth with it.
The action was vulgar, but it had your walls fluttering around Nick’s cock regardless. Nick’s pace started to quicken, and he had to pull away to let out a loud, whimpered moan. “So fucking good.”
His thrusts began to increase in rhythm, and Nick grabbed your hips to fuck harder into you. He tilted his head to the side so you could return to your spot on his neck as you clung to him. The pleasure was beyond intense, and it felt like there was nothing else in the world but you two.
“Bite me,” Nick hissed, and you pulled back in shock. “You heard me. Bite me, omega. Right fucking now.”
Lost in the lust and the way it made your brain haze, your brows furrowed. Surely he didn’t mean his mating spot. You went to bite his shoulder, away from his mating gland, but Nick harshly slapped your ass in response, earning a squeak from you. “Don’t make me ask again, omega. Bite me.”
Nervousness flittered between the arousal. It was common for omegas to bite their alphas. But there was nothing common about this companionship. If you bit Nick, it would only strengthen the bond you two share. The old you would want anything but making the bond stronger. But now, the idea of it was endearing.
Nick thrust upwards sharply, his cock brushing against your g-spot. You moaned before you let your hindbrain take over and lowered your teeth to Nick’s mating gland. Heart racing, you bit down.
“Fuck, yes, yes, that’s it omega. You’re doing so fucking good,” Nick howled, throwing his head back as he clung to you, his hips not faltering for a moment. His balls slapped against your ass, his demeanour growing more feral as the metallic taste of his ichor twanged against your tongue.
You held your jaw firm, letting the bite take hold as the coils in your core began tightening again. The wash of arousal in the bond grew tenfold, the connection strengthening as the bite set. Just as he had bonded you, you had bonded Nick. There was no turning back now.
If there wasn’t water washing you clean, you’d both have been covered in a sheen of sweat as every nerve felt as if it was on fire. “M’c-close, fuck, you feel too good.” Nick’s thrusts began desperate and reckless, setting a merciless rhythm that had heat pooling in your lower back and blooming across the rest of your body.
“Alpha, oh, a-alpha,” you managed to get out as you pulled away, your back arching. You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your sounds.
“Let me hear you, need to hear you,” Nick gripped your chin, your face millimetres away as his knot began to swell.
Abandoning any semblance of reservation, you let the moans run free. The more his knot started to catch at your entrance, the closer you got to your orgasm. Neither of you could speak as your stuttered groans mixed together.
Nick held your gaze as his knot finally stuck, his dilated pupils baring his soul as you felt the first shoot of his cum inside you. He reached between you, swirling his finger around your clit until you came with a wail.
The way you clenched around him milked his cock, his seed filling your plugged pussy. “Take it all, omega. My omega.”
“Yours,” you sighed, letting your body go lax against Nick.
He held you up for a few minutes, neither of you speaking as you enjoyed the moment of peace.
Peace. That’s what this was. No fighting. No running. No pain. Just.. quiet.
All you could hear was your panting breaths and the steady stream of water. It was as if you stood upon a bridge, looking down at the river's stream below. The wind whipped in your hair, and you sat upon the railing that stopped people from falling. Did you want to fall? You could admire the view as you flew like a bird to the rocks awaiting below. Perhaps it would be like the movies where it all happened in slow motion, or maybe it would be a fast plummet that quickly brought upon the darkness. You swung your feet, staring down at the water. James was down there. He was waiting.
“Let's get you dry before you get a chill,” a soft voice called to you, and you looked over your shoulder to see Nick behind you. You turned back to the ground kilometres below. But James was down there. “C’mon, I can’t have you getting sick.”
A towel wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warmth that had you moving away from the bannister.
You blinked, back in reality. Nick placed you on the counter, drying you with care. “There she is. Where’d you go?”
“Nowhere,” you lied, letting Nick take care of you and himself.
“You’re a bad liar, omega,” Nick quipped, but he didn’t push you on it. He seemed content enough to have you yearning for him.
Nick carried you to the bedroom on his hip when he'd finished, where Mace and Beck were waiting with the dogs sitting at their feet. “The guests have left?” Nick asked, to which Mace nodded. “Good. Make sure to pay each of them accordingly.”
Apollo came up and sniffed at your hanging feet, tickling your toes when he licked at you. You giggled, and it had the dogs ears perking up.
“Go on, you can pet him.” Nick lowered you so you could kneel on the floor and give Apollo some pats. Hermes and Icarus quickly joined, all revelling in the attention from you.
“I’ve never seen them so affectionate,” Beck commented, a smile on his lips.
It was an uncharacteristically nice moment as you played with the dogs. You were distracted with the pets as Nick, Mace, and Beck set up the room. A teapot of earl grey tea was placed on the nightstand, and a tray of fruits and sandwiches was on the bed.
“Puppy, we’re going to have a high tea. I need to make sure we get some food in you,” Nick picked you back up, taking you away from the dogs and into the plushness of his bed. The covers rustled as Nick lay you down. Before joining you, he lifted the duvet and sheets so you could sit under them. He propped his back up against the pillows and pulled you close against his side.
Mace and Beck left, taking the dogs with them after they knew you were alright. Nick held a chicken sandwich to your mouth, and you allowed him to feed you. As he did, you couldn’t stop staring at the clock piece on his hand.
“Why two am?” You asked, eyeing the time on his tattoo.
Nick stiffened and froze for a moment. You’d stuck a nerve. It was evident in the way his eyes seemed glossier than usual.
“It’s not a pretty story, puppy.”
“It never is. Doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be told.”
Nick let out a sigh, picking at the sandwich as he kept giving you small bites. He pulled you against his chest so you couldn’t see his expression. “I failed to save my mother and sister at two am.”
“From who?” You asked, shocked at the admittance of such a loss.
“My father,” Nick gritted out, and he held you so tight, it felt as if your bones would break.
The answer confused you. Nick was acting kindly towards you now and obviously cared about the women in his family. “But then... Why do the work you do? If you lost your family to violence?”
Nick stayed silent for a moment, contemplating his thoughts before he spoke. “Because the world is cruel and hopeless. It’s no more than a chorus of dead souls looking for meaning. When people speak to you, they don’t look at you. They look through you. There’s no connection. There’s no saviour. It’s an unrelenting emptiness you’re forced to find a fill for. And this business fills that gap for me. I’m a slave to no one. I’m selfish. I make all the money I need. And it brought me to you, my omega,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and for a moment, you could swear you felt a tear drip into your hair. “Life is nothing more than sex and violence and a mix of resonance and quiet. But you bring me song, omega. A soft melody that warms my heart. The ends justify the means.”
“Why me?”
“My mother would have loved you. She always loved the smell of roses; you have that beautiful scent. She’d tend to our garden every day. It’s as if you sprouted from my memory of her. I knew from the moment I scented you that I had to have you. You make me happy.”
Nick pressed another kiss to your head before he returned to feeding you. You didn’t question him further. The one enquiry had unearthed enough. And you were tired. So tired.
It was hard to keep your eyes open, and Nick noticed with a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, omega. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
He helped you lie down, pulling the covers up so you were snuggled tight. Nick spooned you, letting his lips rest against your shoulder.
You wondered if you’d dream. Perhaps you would dream of the sweet reprieve of death, something you’d thought about many times since you’d come to Nick Fowler's domain.
But as you thought about it, the idealism of perishing no longer seemed captivating.
You wanted to wake up to your alpha, and continue to live with him. Live for him. For he was all you needed in this sick world.
Because Nick Fowler had broken you. He had won. And now he held your future in the palm of his hand.
Right as you drifted to a state of rest, Nick snuggled in close, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Fight me again, omega, and the consequences will be worse than your most horrifying nightmare. You’re mine. There’s no escaping that now. Sleep knowing your world is mine.”
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Spooky szn is over 🎃 hello November ✨ I tried my best to keep up with kinktober reading but you lot are too talented! Anyway, enjoy perusing everything I read throughout October. As always please give these gorgeous fics and their even more gorgeous authors the love they deserve by reblogging 🖤 the majority of fics contain adult themes and are 18+ only and you are responsible for your own media consumption.
Happy reading angels 💐
Eddie Munson ✨
But what goes down by @sexyprise
Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader
The girl at the rock show by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
High for this by @succubusmunson
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Bucky Barnes ✨
Feelin' gourd by @jobean12-blog
Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader
Within' you by @navybrat817
Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fear and degradation by @groubee
rockstar!bucky barnes x innocent!female reader
Yes chef! by @sunshine-on-my-mind
Chef!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Though I have never read it by @tuiccim
Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Hopelessly devoted by @firefly-in-darkness
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Insatiable by @jobean12-blog
Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)
Joel Miller ✨
Thrills by @moonlight-prose
joel miller x f!reader
Can't keep my hands to myself by @jobean12-blog
Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Beauty brought of rapture and desire by @the-iceni-bitch
demon!Ari Levinson x virgin witch fem!reader
Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight
Biker!Ari x Reader
Lee Bodecker ✨
Out of line by @dreamlessinparis
Serial!Killer!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader
Devil devil by @sgt-seabass
vampire!Lee Bodecker x reader
Save your tears by @flordeamatista
lee bodecker x reader
Andy Barber ✨
Easy as pie by @navybrat817
Andy Barber x Female Reader
Joaquin Torres ✨
Drunk on you by @moonlight-prose
joaquín torres x f!reader
Steve Kemp ✨
You by @shadeysprings
Art Collector!Steve Kemp x F!Reader
Steve Rogers ✨
The red woods by @navybrat817
Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Ransom Drysdale ✨
Meet your match by @dreamlessinparis
Dark!Serial!Killer!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader
Kinktober ✨
Mob!Bucky's kinktober honeymoon by @writing-for-marvel
Kinktober 2023 by @lunarbuck
The witching hour by @flordeamatista
#fic rec#october fic rec#eddie munson#bucky barnes#joel miller#ari levinson#lee bodecker#andy barber#joaquin torres#steve kemp#steve rogers
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2023 Kinktober Masterlist
I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!
Banners by: @vase-of-lilies
Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️
Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥
Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿
Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️
Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙
Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader)
Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)
Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader)
Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader)
Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader)
Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader)
Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader)
Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader)
Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)
Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader)
Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader)
Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader)
Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)
Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader)
Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader)
Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader)
Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader)
Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)
Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader)
Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader)
Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader)
Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader)
Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)
Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader)
Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)
#fanfic#fanfiction#fandom#marvel fic#marvel#kinktober#2023 kinktober#knives out#the witcher#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural#supernatural fandom#stranger things fandom#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#deadpool#the red sea diving resort#the losers (2010)#the losers fanfiction#the losers movie
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Late Night Visitor
Pairing: Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)
Word Count: 1085
Summary: Mob brothers Chris and Bucky come to collect after Lee falls behind on his debts. But instead of taking his life, they take his wife.
Warning: Cuckholding, cheating, blowjob, Chris's rings, Daddy kink, cumplay, spitting, smut, 18+, explicit content, explicit language, teasing, taunting, alluded murder (nothing confirmed or explicit)
A/N: This was a continuation of something I'd tormented Lau with months ago and after a fun chat, I wanted to write it as a full fic. Thank you for betaing this, @sweeterthanthis and to you and @navybrat817 for helping me with the idea. Love you both❤️
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics
Everything about this situation was wrong but you did nothing to stop either man as they manhandled you to the edge of the bed on all fours. Lee struggled in his restraints, his angry words muffled by your panties.
"Bodecker, how did you even get a woman this lovely?” Bucky asked, moving to stand in front of you. You could feel his brother,Chris, positioning himself behind you; his palms groping at the flesh, giving each cheek a firm smack, the rings leaving a sting behind. Bucky's metal hand grabbed your throat, making you look up at him.
He was a handsome man, extremely dangerous, but handsome. Bucky Barnes ran the town with his brother, Chris. Everyone knew they weren't to be messed with, but you weren't surprised Lee had ended up in hot water. He was cocky to a fault.
“You're going to be a good girl for me, right doll? " Bucky asked, his hold tight in warning but not enough to hurt. You kept your eyes locked on his ocean blue eyes, and gave a small nod.
"Bet he likes to make you call him Daddy, doesn't he?" Chris mused from behind you. He grabbed your hips and pushed into a small inch at a time, making you feel the way he stretched you out, molding around him and holding on with a vice grip.
"He does," you groaned, your hands balling up the sheets beneath you. Bucky leaned down, his warm breath fanning your face. “I'm your daddy now, got it?"
"Yes Daddy," you replied softly. Bucky ran his thumb over your bottom lip. The metal was surprisingly warm and you parted your lips, letting him push it in.
He pressed down on your tongue, forcing it open wider. Wide enough for him to replace his thumbs with the tip of his cock. Bucky had managed to take it out while you were distracted by Chris.
Your jaw ached slightly as you struggled to accommodate his wide girth. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears beginning to form in your eyes as you tried to breathe through your nose. His hand loosened from your throat, moving instead to grip your hair. "Fuck, your mouth is heavenly, doll. Could stay here forever," he groaned. "Lucky bastard you were, Bodecker. Guess we should be thanking you for fucking up.”
Chris chuckled, landing a stinging slap on your ass. His rings were cool and soothing against your heated skin as he rubbed the sore spot. "Took a look around. No kids, huh? Maybe I'll fuck a baby in this sweet little cunt. Give her what you clearly can't," Chris grunted, his ringed hands digging into soft flesh. His thrusts became more insistent, knocking you forward onto Bucky's cock. It forced you to try to adjust to the intrusion faster than you intended. Tears streaked down your cheeks.
Bucky's hands framed your face, and as Chris pulled out, he shoved in. Together having a tug o' war with your body as they used you like a ragdoll. You should have fought, objected, anything; instead, you found yourself enjoying their abuse. Arousal gushing out of you with every stroke of Chris' cock.
You clenched around him, moaning around Bucky's shaft. Spit dripped down your chin, dropping onto the sheets beneath. “Fuck, she's squeezing me so hard," Chris groaned, "fucking milking my cock like a greedy whore.”
"You like being our little cockslut, doll?" Bucky asked, stroking your cheek. You couldn't really nod, so you hummed around him. You felt prideful when Buckly moaned, his head falling back for a moment. "We might have to keep you, doll. Promise we'll treat you better than Bodecker. So good.”
Lee let out a muffled protest, trying to break out of his restraints. Your lacy panties were still stuffed in his mouth. Bucky had told him that it'd be the last he'd taste of you. Now you understood what Bucky meant by that.
You weren't getting out of this with Lee.
Chris's thrusts began to get sloppy, his hands tightened on you as he tensed up. One of his hands reached around, finding your clit and strumming it expertly. It hit you out of nowhere, coming in time with Chris. You fluttered around his thick cock, milking every drop of cum out of him. Painting your walls in hot spurts of cum.
Your moans vibrated around Bucky's cock, sending him over the edge. He pulled out, quickly. "Tongue out, doll, and don't swallow."
He pumped himself and coated your face with his seed, aiming mainly for your tongue. The salty taste seeped into your tastebuds and you wanted to swallow every drop. But you didn't want to upset Bucky.
Once he was done, Bucky helped you up off the bed. Chris's cum was dripping down your thighs and you squeezed them tight, trying to not lose too much of it. He didn't seem like the type who'd appreciate you wasting anything he gave you.
Bucky's hand was warm in yours as the two of you approached Lee. He yanked the panties out but never gave Lee the chance to speak. His metal hand gripped his chin, forcing Lee's head back and his mouth open. "I lied, her panties aren't the last thing you'll ever taste," Bucky snarled. "Go on, doll, give Bodecker what he deserves.”
You were hesitant, approaching your husband. Lee's eyes were wide but there was a hardness in them as if he was disappointed in you. Like he wasn't the one at fault here.
Bucky's cum sat heavily in your mouth and you leaned forward, spitting it all onto Lee's tongue. If Bucky hadn't been holding his chin, you were sure Lee would have spat it back in your face. Instead, he was forced to swallow.
“Wow, looks like Bodecker can behave," Chris chided, coming up behind you, wrapping himself around your body. Bucky chuckled, releasing Lee, and with his metal hand, his thumb wiped a spot on the corner of your mouth.
“Missed a spot, doll.”
He shoved his thumb into Lee's mouth, staring him down until Lee sucked on the metal digit. "Good boy," Bucky praised, patting Lee's chubby cheek, "Chris, take our girl to the car. I’ll join you two after I have a quick chat with the Sheriff here.”
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ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ . 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀:
From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)
I’d say a 3.5. I’m proud of my work, but there’s always room to grow and improve.
2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?
I think my writing style focuses a lot on the complexity of the inner emotions the characters feel. I like to take a lot of time fleshing out their inner selves that way when there’s dialogue or they commit a specific act, readers are able to say to themselves “yea, this is very them”. All in all, I like a lot of emotion.
3. Are there any writers that inspire you?
My fellow writers café members inspire me! Everyone has such different styles and ideas, it really makes me want to be more innovative. I don’t really have any specific muses, to be honest–the fanfiction fandom in general makes me want to write and see my ideas developed.
4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?
“Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” and “Dance In The Dark”.
5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?
Steve Rogers for sure is my easiest. I love that man with my entire being and have dissected him and my interpretation of him so many times. I find Geralt of Rivia a bit difficult to write, hence why there’s no work for him.
6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?
There’s not really a who, more like a what–my emotional wounds. Writing is used as a tool for me to not only bring my ideas to life, but use them as vessels to work out these emotions and proverbially close that chapter of my life by turning them into something positive.
7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!
I have a very cute “Spy x Family” meets “The Incredibles” one shot for Miguel O’Hara in the works featuring Filipina!Reader, Gabriella O’Hara, and reader’s daughter hehe
8. First fandom you ever wrote for?
I’m really gonna expose myself here…it was for Black Veil Brides LMAOOOO
9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?
GIRL (gender neutral); black cat gf x golden retriever bf, the mean one being soft for the sunshine one, enemies to lovers, reincarnation.
10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.
Mafia/mob boss. I have one singular wip with that trope and after that, I’m retiring it. Cannot stand it, no offense.
11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?
Definitely my demon! Lee Bodecker and ghost!Steve Rogers fics. Those were RIDES.
12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)
ENEMIES TO LOVERS, BLACK CAT GF x GOLDEN RETRIEVER BF, and THE GRUMPY ONE BEING SOFT FOR THE SUNSHINE ONE. I clearly have a preference.
13. Do you listen to anything while you write?
Either bossanova, classical music, jazz, lo-fi, or a playlist I made specifically for whatever I’m writing.
14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?
I don’t have a preference tbh. they’re both very impactful, it just depends on the plot in question.
15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!
yES ALL THE TIME. especially for fluff pieces with family dynamics, I always wanna create little side drabbles in the style of “modern family” like they have their very own sitcom.
16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?
writing for Geralt of Rivia. The deep lore for The Witcher seems like a lot of ground to cover.
17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?
I can’t remember anything specific, but my fic “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” received a good amount of super meaningful feedback from Filipino readers that meant a lot to me. They expressed how much it meant for them to be seen, especially in a fantasy-fairy tale like story that incorporated our culture.
18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?
Yes, lore building for “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call”! I’ve never written anything in the fantasy genre, so that was definitely a challenge. It turned out amazing. I loved writing it and that fic is one that is near and dear to my heart.
19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?
I’m a fucking baby and I can only have angst if it’s followed with fluff…..but I do love angst.
20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!
EEEEEE I currently have one OC for a re-write of my series called “Keeping Up With The Starks”. Her name is Camila Santos Stark, a Filipina-American who is the only daughter of Tony Stark. She’s a spoiled heiress but is definitely a no-nonsense woman who you do not want to underestimate. She’s described by others around her as the rational version of Tony–the snark is there, but so are a bunch of other characteristics that Tony doesn’t possess. Steve Rogers is her love interest. He thought she was a spoiled brat, but look who fell in love!
21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?
Definitely “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” – it’s pure fantasy which sounds amazing. Plus, Namor!
22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?
Eh, there’s nothing really interesting going on behind the scenes–I just write at night with a candle lit.
23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.
“I’m a beauty, I’m a beast, it defends on the feast” – “So Cool” by Dounia
24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!
If writing frustrates you, that’s a sign for you to step away and take a break. If you initially started writing because you love it, continue to lead with love–don’t kill the joy.
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welcome to my thotty thursday masterlist, where i’ll be listing all my thotty thursday fics, i hope you have a good time!
disclaimer: the fics listed below all contain nsfw themes / content, minors please do not interact, thank you!
last updated on: 20th october 2022
main masterlist ⋆·˚ ༘ * thotty thursday event
₊˚ପ⊹ doctor bucky satisfies you when lee doesn’t (doctor!bucky barnes x bodecker!fem!reader)
₊˚ପ⊹ bucky and steve punishes you after you break their rules, not that you mind though (mob!bucky barnes x stripper!fem!reader x mob!steve rogers)
₊˚ପ⊹ bucky and steve punishes you after you break their rules, not that you mind though (mob!bucky barnes x stripper!fem!reader x mob!steve rogers)
₊˚ପ⊹ soft!chris is the best (soft!chris evans x fem!reader)
₊˚ପ⊹ hangman and you screw before training (jake “hangman” seresin x aviator!fem!reader)
₊˚ପ⊹ to be added
#raena's thotty thursday#bucky barnes#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x smut#bucky smut#steve rogers smut#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers#steve rogers x smut#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin smut#jake seresin x reader#hangman smut#hangman x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw smut#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw x you#rooster smut#rooster x you
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“i haven’t done a roster of my upcoming fics in a long, long time, but here’s a preview of some of what i’m working on:
- “Inside”: Dark!Steve x Reader, with a smidge of Peter Parker x Reader thrown in there to spice things up
- “Still not done”: Dark!Nomad Steve x Ex-Girlfriend!Reader
- “Tepata” : Minotaur!Thor x Priestess!Reader (shockingly not dark??)
- “Let us Prey” : Dark!Eddie Brock x Reader
- “Tithe” : Alpha!TASM!Peter Parker x Omega!Reader
- “Dust to Dust” : Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader
- “Gods made flesh” : Prince!Kylo Ren x Reader
- “Salt in my eyes” : Mob!Peter Parker x Reader
- “Finger painting” Kindergarten Teacher!Steve Rogers x Reader (not dark, i know, wtf)
- “Ash and Bone” : Viking!Steve Rogers x Reader
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I am going to finish up the requests I have which are about 13 or so, which is all for wrestling except for one which is Javier Peña.
My requests will remain closed as I will focus my writing on the stories I have already going on.
Which are:
Chris Evans x f/Reader
Wardlow x f/Reader
George Luz x f/Reader
Orange Cassidy x f/Reader
Kenny Omega x f/Reader
Angel Reyes x f/Reader
The Riddler x f/Reader
Finn Shelby x f/Reader
Michael Gray x f/Reader
Jack Nelson x f/Reader
Serial Killer! Eddie Kingston x f/Reader
Mob!wrestlers x f/Reader
Joaquín Torres x f/Reader
Lee Bodecker x f/Reader
#chris evans x female reader#george luz x female reader#wardlow x female reader#orange cassidy x female reader#angel reyes x female reader#kenny omega x female reader#finn shelby x female reader#Michael gray x female reader#wrestler#wrestler x female reader#wrestlers#peaky blinders#peaky blinders fanfic#mayans x female reader#band of brothers#dcu#the riddle x female reader#edward nashton x female reader#eddie kingston x female reader#Joaquín torres x female reader#mcu#lee bodecker x female reader
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Cage the Devil Series
Title: Trouble Ahead
Summary: You were never one to follow the rules, your grandmother called you a free spirit. So, when you move back to Knockemstiff, you shouldn’t be too surprised where you ended up.
Warnings: First, this is for 18+ so minors DNI, this is for mature audiences only!!! Definitely rated M for Mature. Now, let’s get down to the other stuff shall we? Sheriff Lee Bodecker (he’s a warning alright!); alcohol consumption; some mild cursing; there is smut in this so minors keep scrolling this isn’t for you (go on, get!); foreplay, male receiving; public sexual activities; mentions of smoking cigars/cigarettes. I believe I have everything listed that should be looked out for during this part. If I missed anything, I do apologize but you are responsible for what you consume on the internet. So please, if any of the above mentioned warnings make you feel uncomfortable do not read this.
A/N: Okay, I had so much fun writing this! I might have gotten a bit carried away but I love the finished end product. This is not beta read so any and all mistakes are my own. I do not claim to be a professional writer, I do this for fun. Also, I’m still getting used to writing smutty scenes so it may not be perfect. I hope you all enjoy it!
Also, the gold glitter divider is by none other than @firefly-graphics
Wordcount: 5,259
You flipped through the radio stations as you drove down the long, winding highway. Your turquoise chevy bel air easily glided down the semi-smooth tarmac. The top was down on your car and the wind was blowing through your hair on this sweltering hot day, which helped cool you down, even if just a little bit. You groaned as you saw the mile sign, you still had another ten miles before you reached Knockemstiff. You had been dreading this trip for multiple reasons. The main one, you loathed the small, hick town. Growing up, you would constantly dream about getting out and when you did, you didn’t look back. But when you got word that your grandmother had passed away, you decided to move back to help your mother. You finally settled on a station when a woman’s voice caught your attention. The song had already started but you decided to listen to it anyway, liking the sound of it.
“...I know what that evil do…. Come down from a mountain to where the river runs…. Poison the water and tell no one…. Ohhh, what I know, what that evil done....”
An unexpected cold chill overcame you as you saw another city mileage sign for Knockemstiff, five more miles. A pit started to grow in your stomach, something in you was screaming at you to turn around but you ignored the feeling and kept driving.
“....Redemption ain’t coming around no more…. Someone’s banging, banging down the door…. What a fearful sound, I’ve never heard before…. Mmm, sweet redemption, ain’t coming around no more….”
The five miles went by in an instant and you sighed when you saw the ‘Welcome to Knockemstiff’ sign. Knockemstiff wasn’t known for its well-built homes or white picket fences, you’re honestly surprised that the town is still standing. If it wasn’t for the fact that your mother was alone now, you wouldn’t have bothered coming back. Natural instinct kicked in as you made each turn that led to your childhood home. As you continued to drive, you started to hum to the song as it still played on the radio.
“....Mmm, there’s trouble, trouble ahead…. It’s all going down and coming back up again…. Cry, cry…. Momma is crying…. Mmm, she said trouble…. Trouble ahead (ahh, ha)....”
When you pulled into the driveway of the house you once considered home, you couldn’t help but sigh. You mustered up all of your will power and opened your driver’s side door but before you climbed out of your bel air, you reached for the keys and jiggled them out of the ignition. You walked to the back of your car and popped open the trunk to grab your belongings. After closing the trunk door, you glanced around your surroundings, a feeling of being watched suddenly coming over you. You shrug the feeling off as you don’t spot anything unusual and you make your way to the house. A huff of air escaped you before you let yourself in and started to call out for your mother.
“Is that my little Spirit?!” Your mother, Margaret, called back as she emerged from the living room with a bright smile on her face.
She closed the floral patterned folding fan with a quick movement of her wrist before she came and greeted you. You always thought that your mother looked so elegant and graceful, everything she did seemed to come to her with ease. You took in the sight of her, she seemed to be doing well for herself. She was wearing cream colored, high waisted pants that complimented her form well and she had her lavender colored blouse with a gingham check pattern tucked into her pants. A strand of pearls were wrapped around her neck and her curls bounced effortlessly as she walked towards you. When she reached you, she engulfed you in a hug and she doesn’t let go until you mentioned that you needed air.
She placed her hands on your shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze, a small smile curled up onto her lips. “Well, you look just as beautiful as ever darling! California definitely agrees with you.” Your mother then turned quickly and began to walk towards the stairs. She spun around as she spoke up again. “Well, your room is all set up. So, why don’t you go unwind and unpack, then we can go get some dinner! How does that sound?”
You and your mother walked into the only diner in town and it wasn’t nearly as busy as you thought it would be. When you opened the door for your mother, you noticed the ‘hiring’ sign in the window. You would have to check on that before you leave. A waitress led the both of you to a booth and you took the seat opposite of your mother. The waitress took your drink orders before she handed you some menus, she then turned quickly to walk away. As you were glancing over the menu, the bell above the door sounded, causing you to look up to see who’s entered. Your eyes grew wide when you recognized the person, you leaned towards your mother and lowered your voice as you spoke up.
“Mom, is that who I think it is that just entered?”
You watched as she glanced over her shoulder to see who you were talking about and a smirk formed on the corner of her lips. “Yup, that’s Lee Bodecker, he’s the Sheriff now. And I believe that’s Rogers and Barnes that is with him, deputies of his. I could introduce you if you’d like?”
The knowing look on her face did not go unnoticed by you, you could feel your cheeks begin to heat up. Growing up, you always had a crush on the older gentleman and your mom would constantly tease you about it. He, of course, had no clue who you were but you knew who he was. You took a drink of your orange soda and tore your gaze away from the Sheriff. You decided that a safe place to look would be outside, so you look out the large diner window. As you continued to drink your soda, you peeked over the cup to find that the Sheriff and his deputies were sitting down now and at the other end of the restaurant. Just as you were about to say something, the waitress came back over and asked for your orders.
Throughout dinner, you and your mother played catch up as the two of you ate. You told her all about California and how you wished you could take her one day. When your mother told you that nothing had really changed over the years, you weren’t really surprised. Knockemstiff wasn’t a town that changed much, if at all. She said the most exciting thing that happened was when Lee Bodecker became Sheriff. You cursed yourself when a small smile curled up on the corner of your lips at the mention of his name, you felt like you were a teenager again. To say you were thankful when the two of you were leaving before Bodecker and his men, would be an understatement. You didn’t know how much longer you could’ve been in the same vicinity as that man without feeling flustered. But when you realized you had left the diner without inquiring about the job, you let out a frustrated sigh. Your mother was reapplying some lipstick when she paused and turned her attention towards you.
“What is it Spirit?”
“Oh, I was gonna ask about the job opening. Do you mind if I go back in and ask the manager about it?” You gave your mom your best pout.
She let out a chuckle as she answered. “Go right ahead darling, I can wait here.”
“Thank you!” You say almost too excitedly before you climb back out of the bel air.
When you re-enter the diner, you go straight to the counter and ask to speak to the manager. As you waited, it felt like someone was burning their eyes into you but you refused to look, you were here for a reason. The manager came out after a few minutes, a tall, burly man with long sandy blonde-brown hair and a full beard. You had a quick conversation with him about the job opening and you were relieved when he hired you on the spot. You both agreed that you would start the next day at eight o’clock in the morning. Before you left, you shook the man’s hand and bid him a good evening. When you turned to leave, you held your head a little higher, feeling proud that you got the job. As you left, you could still feel someone watching you, your curiosity getting the better of you, you glanced over your shoulder and to your surprise, it was the Sheriff’s gaze that you had been feeling. His piercing blue eyes were boring into your very soul, you left quickly before he had a chance to see you become flustered just by him looking at you.
The next morning you were running around trying to get ready for your new job. All of your belongings were strewn all over your room. It was only seven in the morning and the heat was already starting to get to you. You let out a sigh of relief when you finally found the pair of shoes you were looking for and you quickly slipped them on and darted out of your room. When you got downstairs, you called out a goodbye to your mom before you grabbed your keys and bolted out the door. You parked across the street from the diner and rushed across to get inside. The bell dinged above you and you were surprised with how empty it was. A waitress was leaning over the counter and she was flipping through a magazine as she chewed on some gum.
“Be with you in a minute.” The young woman called out, there was no urgency in her voice.
You took in a deep breath and walked over to her. “Hi, I’m looking for Ari? He hired me last night.”
The girl looked up from her magazine and stared at you for a minute, blowing a bubble with her gum. “Ari, new girl is here!”
You heard a curse coming from the back followed by some clattering and you did your best not to laugh. Next thing you know, Ari is coming through the swinging kitchen door. He wiped his hands with a dish towel as he smiled at you. “Ah, right on time!” He was about to say something else when he glanced over at the other girl. He turned towards her as he placed his hands on his hips. “Penny! Don’t you have work you could be doing?”
Penny continued to flip through the magazine as she answered. “There’s no one here.” She blew another bubble and it popped.
You watched as Ari shook his head in frustration as he let out a huff of air. “Sorry about that miss, that’s Penny if she didn’t already introduce herself. Don’t worry, she won’t be your trainer, that would be Darcy who should be here soon. Well, if you’d like to follow me, I can show you around and get you settled.”
When Darcy finally arrived, you were pleasantly surprised. She wasn’t afraid to stand her ground and she definitely wasn’t hesitant to put Penny in her place. You could tell that the two of you were going to get along just fine. The lunch crowd had just shown up and you were shadowing Darcy as she took orders and introduced you to people. It was nice as some of the older people had remembered you from when you were younger and caused mischief around town. You were helping Darcy clear a table when the bell on the door chimed once again. The two of you looked up to notice a group of deputies strut into the diner.
“Great, the cavalry's here.” Sarcasm laced Darcy’s voice as she rolled her eyes.
You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped even if you’d tried which caused Darcy to laugh too.
“Should we go wait on them?”
Darcy looked back over at the deputies before she started to shake her head. “Nah, Miss Prim will be over there any second. See?”
Sure enough, Penny was over there in a heartbeat and she was pulling out all of the stops. A bright smile adorned her face as she twirled her pencil around and took down each of their orders. When she turned around to place their orders, they unashamedly watched her walk away. You shake your head as you help finish clearing the table and wiping it down. The two of you moved onto the next dirty table when Darcy spoke up again.
“Say, what are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing that I know of, why?” I arched an eyebrow at her as I picked up the dishes.
“Well, a group of us are going to the Tecumseh tonight if ya wanna join us.” Darcy glanced over at you and you don’t miss the small smile on her face.
“That place is still around?” You’re honestly quite surprised.
“It’s gone through a few different owners but the guy that owns it now really makes it feel like you’re in a different time. You should come, it’ll be fun.” Darcy explained as she picked up the now full dishtray.
Darcy started to lead the two of you back to the kitchen when you replied. “Sure, I’m in!”
“Great! We usually meet there but if you’d like, I can pick you up.” Darcy offered as she pushed open the kitchen door.
“If you don’t mind, I wouldn’t mind riding with you and your friends.” You continued to follow Darcy over to the sink and began to wash the dirty dishes.
“Of course not! I’ll pick you up at ten!”
The Tecumseh Bar was nothing like you remembered growing up. You had only heard rumors about the old bar but the sight before you was not at all what you were picturing. Laughter and various types of smoke filled the air, the place was crowded. People were dancing by the stage as the band played a folk-rock song that you had to admit was quite catchy. The different horns and piano played vibrantly. You were in a trance as you continued to take everything in. Women walked around in skimpy clothes, you only assumed that they were waitresses, whereas the bartenders were in more formal attire with their white sleeves pushed up to their elbows as they effortlessly made drinks for everyone.
“...I’ve been living in sin for about a month…. Something turns me ‘round it’s something that I just can’t understand, the way I behave…. Some people you can never save…. On my right hand, I’ve got a girl on my ear…. And in my left hand, I’m throwing back a beer….”
The atmosphere was intoxicating even without alcohol in your system. If you didn’t mind the scent of smoke, booze, and pure sin, one could live here. A wide smile grew on your face, you already loved it here and had barely been here five minutes. Drinks were continuously being poured and more and more people entered the bar. You glanced all around as Darcy ordered drinks for the pair of you. When the drinks had been made, she handed you your drink with a smile on her face as she spoke up.
“Best booze in Knockemstiff can be found right here! Drink up!”
You and Darcy clinked your glasses together before you took a drink. You’re surprised at how smooth the clear liquid went down and it instantly began to warm your body. Darcy then grabbed your hand once more and led you towards a table.
“Come on, everyone is already here!” She called back to you, only turning her head slightly.
You have no choice but to follow her and you do so willingly. The folk-jazz music continued to play, the upbeat tempo filled your ears.
“....Every night we throw this little soiree…. Gonna turn her head until she’s mine, all mine…. Every night I breed a new disaster…. I might be wrong, I might be wrong….”
Introductions were quick before you were being dragged out to the dance floor by Darcy and her friends. You danced with a guy named Tyler and you danced as if you had no cares in the world.
“....Try to get away and I will bring you right along, so…. Sit back, have a seat…. Sometimes salty, sometimes sweet…. Hard to swallow but fun to eat…. You ain’t never leaving Bourbon Street, come on!”
Tyler twirled and spun you around gracefully as the pair of you danced. Sometimes you would dance with Darcy and other times you would dance with her partner Jimmy. You were glad that you agreed to coming out tonight, you hadn’t had this much fun in a while.
“....When I walk the street people step aside…. Twirling my cane and smiling wide…. Some would say I’m a carnal slave….I put my hands on what I crave….”
You and Darcy were dancing with each other when you started to feel parched. You excused yourself to get a drink and you pushed yourself through the crowd as you made your way to the bar. You were almost there when someone harshly bumped into you causing you to stumble backwards and you slipped on something sticky. You closed your eyes tightly as a gasp escaped you, fully expecting to hit the floor and be trampled. But none of that happened. Before you hit the floor, a pair of strong arms scooped you up and held you close. It took you a minute for you to open your eyes and when you did, you were met with a pair of dazzling blue eyes. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the man who saved you.
“You alright doll?” The blue-eyed man asked, concern was written all over his face.
You slightly nodded your head as you stared up at him, you couldn’t believe who had rescued you. It was Sheriff Lee Bodecker holding you in his arms. You cleared your throat to find your words but it doesn’t help as much as you had hoped.
“Yes, I’m alright.” You paused briefly as a small smile curled onto your lips. “Thanks to you.”
Lee straightened you back up but he kept a gentle hand on your side. “Say, didn’t I see you in the diner the other night?”
Butterflies formed in your stomach at the fact that he remembered you. “Yes, I was there with my mother. I just moved back to Knockemstiff sir.”
Lee smirked when you called him that, he liked how it sounded coming from you. “Ah, I think I heard rumblings that Margaret’s daughter was coming back to town. You certainly have grown up. My, my.”
Heat rose to your cheeks at the Sheriff’s words, you tucked some of your hair behind your ear before you spoke up again. “I hope it was nothing but good things Sheriff.”
‘Shit,’ Lee thought to himself, he really needed to tell you his name before he took you right here and now. “Please, call me Lee.”
You told him your name as you do your best to subtly glance down at his lips. You wondered what it would be like to be kissed by those lips and what they would feel like elsewhere. You shook the thoughts from your head and cleared your throat.
“Well, I should probably get to my friends. Thank you again for saving me.”
Lee didn’t want you to leave quite yet, there was something about you that he wanted more of but he couldn’t put a finger on it. But he was certainly drawn to you and so his words came out all at once as he invited you to his table. “Joinmeforadrink?” He cleared his throat and tried again. “Sorry about that, would you care to join me for a drink?”
You glanced over at your friends who were still dancing before you looked back at Lee. A small smile formed onto our lips at his offer. “I’d love to.”
Lee’s face brightened up at your answer, pleased that you agreed. He stepped to your side as he moved his hand from your hip to the small of your back. “Follow me then.”
As Lee led the two of you to his table, you noticed how people would stop and stare. The whispering didn’t go unnoticed either but you did your best to ignore it all. Lee must have noticed too since he leaned down and whispered in your ear.
“Ignore them, they’re just jealous.”
The feel of his breath on your ear and so close to you sent a shock wave of tingles throughout your body. You wanted him to whisper other things into your ear. When you got to his table, Lee let you slide into the booth first before he slid in next to you. He instantly put an arm on the back of the booth before he motioned over a waitress and ordered a couple of drinks. A brief moment of silence fell between the two of you, the music thankfully filled the silence. Your drink orders were brought to you rather quickly and you took a drink to settle your nerves. Lee is the one to speak up first, beating you to it.
“So, are you enjoying yourself tonight?”
You nod your head before you answer him. “Yes, I am. I definitely wasn’t expecting it to be like this, that's for sure.”
Lee chuckled at your answer as he took another drink. “What were you expecting?”
You finished another drink before you replied. “Honestly, something run down and dirty. I’m pleasantly surprised though.”
“I’m glad you like it. I put a lot of hard work into it.” Lee explained as he began to play with your hair, feeling rather bold. When you didn’t object, he continued to do so.
You felt Lee playing with your hair and you were half tempted to lean into his touch. “Oh, are you the owner?”
“No, I’m not but I helped a lot when Gatsby took over.” Lee explained further and as he did, he couldn’t help himself as he glanced down to your lips.
He wanted to kiss you so badly but he didn’t want to be too forward with you. He had to play this the right way but Lee knew that he wanted you. He hasn’t felt this way about anyone in a long time and he was determined to make you his. He watched you as you listened intently to what he had to say and you seemed genuinely interested. Little did Lee know, you were thinking the same naughty thoughts about him. Drink after drink made the night slip by as you and Lee laughed and talked. The two of you gave each other small intimate touches throughout the night. You had completely forgotten about your friends as you finished off another drink with the Sheriff. Feeling rather bold due to the alcohol coursing through your system, you leaned into Lee and planted a quick kiss against his plump lips.
When you pulled away, your eyes grew wide in shock but before you could begin to apologize, Lee surprised you. He pulled you back in and placed a hand on your cheek before he moved it to your neck. You weren’t sure what you were drunk off of more, Lee or the booze. Your body grew more and more heated the longer you remained lip locked with the man in front of you. When he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, you immediately opened your mouth for him. You bit back a moan as your tongues swirled around each other, not wanting to seem too desperate. His tongue easily claimed yours and you could taste the whiskey that he’d been drinking all night. When the two of you finally parted to catch your breaths, you closed your eyes and wished that this all wasn’t just a dream. You opened your eyes slowly and a small smile curled upward onto your lips. You leaned into Lee’s touch when he cupped your cheek, he let his hand linger there for a moment before moving it to your chin. You could see that his eyes were filled with lust as his thick thumb caressed your bottom lip.
“You wanna get out of here doll?” Lee asked, his voice husky and filled with just as much lust as his eyes.
You nod your head in reply with Lee’s hand still on your chin.
Lee chuckled at your response before he leaned in close and pressed a quick peck to your lips. “Words darlin’, I need you to use your words.”
You blinked a few times before you quietly spoke up. “Yes.”
A devilish smirk formed on his plump lips as he saw the eagerness in your eyes. “Good girl. Now, follow me.”
Arousal suddenly filled your panties, you liked how it sounded when he called you a ‘good girl’. You were about to press your thighs together but before you could, you were pulled out of the booth. The Sheriff held onto your hand gently as he led you out of the bar. You glanced back over your shoulder to see if your friends were still around but you couldn’t spot them. When you got to Lee’s tan Cadillac, he opened the passenger side door for you and you climbed into the vehicle. The door closed behind you and you waited for him to get into the driver’s side. You watched as he started the Cadillac and he glanced over at you, shooting you a wink.
“Don’t worry, I know a spot. Here, you can make yourself useful.” Lee pushed the center console up before he started to undo his belt buckle and pants.
Your eyes grew wide at the sight of his large member when it sprung free. It was already hard, red, and leaking and the sight alone caused you to lick your lips, you wanted to have a taste. You pulled your gaze away from his cock to look him in the eyes and you waited for permission.
“Come on, be a good girl and come suck my dick, keep it warm in your mouth for me.” Lee ordered and it only took you a second to follow his command.
You gripped his thick member at the base and began to kitten lick the tip, collecting some of his pre-cum onto your tongue. The saltiness lingered on your tongue but you didn’t mind it, in fact, you wanted to taste more of it. You adjusted in your seat so that you could lick a long stripe from the base of his cock and up to the tip, licking right on the fatty vein. You heard Lee groan in approval at your touch, so you repeat yourself over and over again. Lee was in pure bliss and you’ve barely touched him. He threw his head back and tried to think back to when someone had last touched him like this and he couldn’t remember. He refused to let any of the girls in the brothel touch him like this, it was too intimate of an act in his opinion. An animalistic growl escaped him as he tried to clear his thoughts. You had hollowed out your cheeks and took him in your mouth, every little bit that you could take. He had planned on driving the pair of you to a more secluded spot but screw it, he’s not sure if he’d make it there. He reached over and spanked your ass as you continued to drive him closer to his release.
A muffled yelp escaped you when Lee’s hand suddenly smacked your ass which was quickly followed by a moan when he grabbed a handful of it. You diligently worked his hard cock as you licked and twirled your tongue around it, bobbing your head up and down as you did. Your hand that was wrapped around the base made gentle yet firm strokes as you sucked him off. Hearing the pornographic sounds coming from Lee above you only spurred you on. You would pull all the way off of him with a loud pop, only to tease him with small licks before you took him back into your mouth. You did this several times before it earned you another slap on the ass. You must’ve been taking too long for Lee’s liking because next thing you know, Lee grabbed a fistful of your hair and started to pound into your mouth. You gagged and drooled all over his member while you tried to find some sort of friction for yourself. You pressed your thighs together and began to rub them against one another. Another harsh slap is given to your ass as you gag on Lee’s cock.
“Shit, doll, I’m close. Are you ready to swallow everything I’m about to give you?”
All you can do is nod your head, if you had tried to say anything it would be incoherent. Lee continued to thrust his hips upward, his cock reaching the back of your throat as he did so. It didn’t take long before Lee was spilling his load into your mouth, his moans sounded like music to your ears. You swallowed everything he gave you and when he was done, you slowly slid your mouth off of his cock with a loud pop at the end. You noticed some of his seed had leaked out into his dark curls, so you lean back down to clean him up. A smile curled up onto your lips when he moaned again. When you sat back up, you were met with his blue eyes shining at you and they were filled with an euphoric bliss. You both sat there trying to catch your breath, you both were breathing heavily. You’re surprised when Lee grabbed you by the neck and crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was filled with teeth, tongue and passion and it didn’t bother Lee one bit that he could taste himself on you. When You finally pulled away, you were panting even harder than before and when Lee started to chuckle, you tilted your head at him with a raised eyebrow.
“What?”
Lee ran a hand down his face as he shook his head, a crooked grin playing on his lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me aren’t you, doll?”
A sheepish smile formed on your own lips and you could feel your cheeks begin to heat up. You stayed in your spot as you remained silent and watched as Lee tucked in his softening member back into his pants as he pulled them back up. Lee pulled you in close to his side as he backed out of the lot.
“Come on, let’s get you home. Next time, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of, you won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.”
Arousal flooded you at Lee’s promise, you weren’t expecting this to be anything but a one night thing. You hoped Lee would keep his promise as you snuggled into his side as he drove you home. Lee glanced down at you and a soft smile began to form on his lips at the sight of you next to him. He could get used to this.
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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 9 | February 21st –February 27th
Welcome to week 9 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.
Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.
✨Page breaks are made @firefly-graphics✨
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Week 10»
My Masterlist
My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy
Stuff I Posted This Week:
Run To You Moodboard » I made a moodboard for my friend's ongoing Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader story Run To You
Can I Have This Dance? » Steve Rogers x Reader — 4 times the reader asked Steve to dance with her, and one time Steve her.
Mr. FBI Agent Jimmy Woo Playlist » All he ever wanted was to belong, and now he does, alongside Monica Rambeau and Dr. Darcy Lewis. Karaoke is now 10x’s better.
You’ve Been Everything » Steve Rogers x OFC!Orchid Black — They haven’t shared a bed in months; the snap has changed them both. There is no one to blame.
Sam Wilson
One-Shots:
Great Day To Build A Treehouse by @bestofbucky » Sam Wilson x Reader — Sam Wilson sets off to build your guys sons a treehouse while determined to make you lose your guys bet who can go the longest without sex. Will he win or will you? After all, who can deny a shirtless Sam? | This was adorable yet sexy all at once and I want more please. There just isn’t enough Sam content on here. Thanks lovely for feeding my Sam side, along with some really good smut!
Skinny Jeans, Action Figures, and Baby Shark by @callmeluna » Sam Wilson x Reader ft. Alpine — You, Sam, and boredom are a dangerous combination. No Avenger is safe. | If you need a laugh, you have to read this, because I couldn't stop laughing while reading.
Stucky
One-Shots:
*Proud Popsicle by @firefly-in-darkness » Dad!Stucky x Daughter!Reader (platonic) — Y/N visits her Dads after her holiday with her partner. | This was honestly so adorable and Daisy, you made me tear up. I sort of wish it had never ended and I had more to read.
Serves You Right to Suffer by @mypoisonedvine » dark!Bucky Barnes & dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — a little fresh air never hurt anyone, right? | The smut in this is so good while remaining a really good dark plot to it. I got shivers quite a few times while reading this and I can’t help but wonder just where is reader and the boys now...
Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems. | My third time reading this and it probably won’t be my last. The smut in this is just so intense and well written. Also it’s Mob!Stucky.
(Mini)Series:
Terrigenisis by @tuiccim » Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Inhuman!Reader — After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever? | This story has everything in it, animals, angst, fluff and smut. So it’s like the perfect story all wrapped up with a neat little bow.
Steve Rogers
One-Shots:
Points of Authority by @river-soul » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — After failing the required self-defense class Captain Rogers offers to give you one on one lessons. His methods are not what you expect and an impromptu session reveals his true intentions. [Violence, dubcon, bullying and fat shaming, 18+] | I felt personally attacked. 😉 As a plus-size girl all I could think was come at me sir, but at the same time I was like I just wanted to stay in bed and the reader was getting my vibes. So good!
(Mini)Series:
Just Say It And I’m Yours by @whisperlullaby » Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve is considering retiring from being Captain America. He feels like he lost himself through all the fighting and wants to get back to his roots. In comes Y/N who seems to be everything he needs in his life. They are fierce and dynamic but what happens when they get caught up in trying to be what everyone else want them to be? | This story is so good and unique. Becca you deserve all the gold stars for this seriously. I look forward to reading more.
Bucky Barnes
One-Shots:
Answer Me by @fuel-joy » Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You get a scary phone call. You ‘re forced to play a game to win your freedom. Can you beat the game or will he win in the end. | Read the notes before reading, this is a little darker than I usually read, but I still really enjoyed this. I’m just glad I didn’t read this before bed. 😂
*To Love And Be Loved By Me @sunflowerxbarnes » Eros! Bucky x Psyche! Reader — The story of Eros and Psyche was quite literally the stuff of legends. When he lost her to the perils of mortality, Eros too lost himself. He wandered the world, lost and alone until fate gave them another chance. Will things be different this time around? Can Eros find a way to save his love before it’s too late? | This will make you cry tears of sadness and tears of joy. I fell so madly in love with this and I knew it needed to be shared with you all. Keep tissues close by.
Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. | If there is someone I get excited about seeing post mob!bucky content it’s @angrythingstarlight and this one-shot was so good and the smut was hot! We are blessed with a part 2.
*Let Me Show You by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into show then tell. | Hi, yeah I needed to seriously cool down after reading this one. The smut is just really hot and I just don’t think I’ll ever be over this.
Drabbles:
*My Little Girl by @buckysnumberonegirl » Bucky Barnes x Mom!Reader — Bucky is the best man he could ever be not just for the woman he loves but for the little girl who captured her heart, and she has a big question to ask him. | This is just so fluffy and by the end I may or may not have shed a couple tears. Hormones y’all!
Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky alway said, “ask and its yours” | This was so adorable and loving, I would highly recommend it. Fluffy!MafiaBoss!Bucky Barnes FTW 🙌🏻
(Mini) Series:
Run To You 🪙 Ch. 7 by @bestofbucky » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. | This keeps getting better and better, chapter 7, hit me in the feel whole the smut was just *chefs kiss* perfect.
Warm, Beating, and Frantic 🌸 Ch. 5 by @river-soul » Bucky Barnes x Reader — On vacation in Europe you’re kidnapped by a stranger who thinks only he can protect you from an unseen enemy known as Hydra. After months on the run, you finally escape. Years later you’re just starting to get your life back together when you accept a job at Stark Tower. The last thing you expect to see is your kidnapper, a part of the Avengers and going by the name Bucky Barnes. [PTSD and stalking] | You can’t help but feel so proud for the reader for going back to work and Bucky for going to therapy. Sam, he is just the best in this, so level headed. We could all use a Sam in our life. Please go read this!
Watch Out For The Quiet Ones Pt. 3 by @eurynome827 » Sub!CollegeJock!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Things have been going good with Bucky and you, so why put a label on it? Also been Bucky has been so good for you that you decide to reward him for his good behavior | I know not the best summery ever done by me but I love this series Eury had blessed us with. (it has a masterlist!)
Synonyms For Hate by @rebeccccccaaa » Bucky Barnes x Reader — A true enemies to lovers ;) | I don’t think you can find a better enemies to lovers stories than this one. It’s got both you angst and just a little bit of fluff. (I can’t make a link so here’s the big click through!)
Lee Bodecker
One-Shots:
Watching You by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog » Lee Bodecker x Reader — Fresh to town opening your own café across from the police town, you peak the interst of Sheriff Lee Bodecker, who knows you are just hiding something, he will find out just what it is. | I loved this, especially the readers' take no shit attitude.
Chris Beck
One-Shots:
Dorothea by @tinymalscoffee » Chris Beck x Reader — In which Y/N reassured Chris he can always come back home to her. | You can never get enough of Chris Beck or Taylor Swift, so when you put them together, you get this beautiful masterpiece. I can’t help but hope we might see them again for another song, if not their story ended just perfectly.
*Constellations All Around by @hannahshattuck » Chris Beck x Gender Neutral Reader — The freckles on your back make constellations that always guide Chris home to you. | The smut and the plot in this were just too good not to share.
Chris Evans
Drabbles:
The Word by @hangonimwriting » Chris Evans x Mom!Reader — Married for now for six months your daughter calls Chris, Dad for the first time, how does he take it, and how does he take the big surprise you have for him? | This was short and sweet. Just what I needed after a very long day.
Ransom Drysdale
(Mini)Series:
Murder, He Wrote by @what-is-your-backupplan-today and @/southerngracela » Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader — You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween… | I’ve had this on my need to read list for a while, I did read it and I just want more. The smut in this is good, you feel bad for Ransom, while still containing that dark fic feel throughout the fic so far.
Andy Barber
One-Shots:
To Build a Home by @river-soul » Dark!Andy Barber x Reader | Dreaming of becoming a mother through adoption, you finally concede defeat after a long two years. Devastated and alone, you let your guard down once your lawyer drops by to console you. [Stealthing, breeding, alcohol use and explicit sex, 18+] | If you are looking for something that will give you chills and has really good smut, this is the one for you. I sort of hope we get a follow up.
This Is A Shout To My...
Firefly’s Movie Challenge by @firefly-in-darkness — Due Date is August 31st, using characters from Marvel, Supernatural, The Witcher, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, and Henry Cavill, prompts a are a list of movies and rules are in the link with the list.
Kinky Charlie Writing Challenge! Hosted by @hotdamnhunnam — Due Date is April 1st, using a multitude of Charlie Hunnam characters and different types of kinks in the list provided. Check out the link for all the details! Congrats hun on the 1K! You deserve it all! 💗
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his doll: pepsi cups and parking lots (1) ✧ lee bodecker
his doll ✧ a tatted mob boss!lee bodecker series | ao3
pairing: tatted mob boss!lee bodecker x fem!reader
request: So can I pls ask if you could somehow incorporate a pepsi cup into the tatted mob!lee thing whenever you write it coz I’m it’s not like I need my sanity anyways 🥵🤗🥺 thank u 😘 - @tumblin-theworldaway
summary: you take care of lee after he takes you on a date.
word count: 906
warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, inspired by the pepsi cup scene (some of the dialogue directly taken from the scene, but I also made it fit into this universe by changing a few things), handjob, pet name (doll)
note: there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come.
Lee Bodecker was a powerful man, and powerful men like him get exactly what they want. So, when he asked you out on a date last week, you knew that you had no choice but to say yes. If you didn’t, he would continue going after you, relentlessly pursuing you until you eventually gave into his desires. Though, you weren’t one to complain about it. While Lee had his moments that fell into the dark side, so did you. He just didn’t know it yet.
No, he thought you were all doe eyes and cotton candy and bubblegum. He didn’t know that your daddy taught you to shoot before you could ride a bike, that you were taken to boxing lessons as soon as you were allowed into the gym. You weren’t some timid little girl, even if that was what the entire town thought you to be. No, you were more than that. You also knew how to get what you wanted, and Lee Bodecker was exactly what you wanted.
The two of you had just left the restaurant Lee had taken you out to. It was one of the nicest ones in town, the kind that had a dress code to even be allowed in the door. Lee had gotten you a stunning red dress to wear, hugging you in all of the right places. And he was wearing his best suit—together, you looked like a fucking power couple.
He’d insisted on driving you himself, said he didn’t want to deal with his new driver, something about how he was too slow, too inexperienced for Lee’s taste. But you both knew that was a lie. Lee had really just wanted to get you alone to himself, drive you to an abandoned parking lot and have his way with you.
He had a vintage car, the kind that didn’t have a center console in the way, instead having a bench seat that let you slide up next to him. His arm was thrown over the back of the seat, his hand brushing against your shoulder, pulling you tighter against him. His cock had been freed from the confines of his pants the minute he parked, standing tall, hard as a rock just for you.
A smirk stretched across his face when he saw you practically drooling at the sight of him. He grabbed at your hand and guided you to his cock, wrapping your small hand around his length. “Go ahead, doll. You can touch me.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice, twisting your wrist as you stroked his cock. His hips lifted off the seat, fucking himself into your hand, groaning as you gave him a tight squeeze. If the steering wheel wasn’t so much in the way, you would’ve been ducking your head down, taking him in your mouth, suckling on that pretty red tip. But it was in the way, so you had to be satisfied in the moment with running your thumb along his slit, collecting the beads of precum that were leaking.
“When am I gonna get you in bed?” you asked, pressing a kiss to his lips, swiping your tongue along his bottom lip
“Soon, doll,” he grunted, reaching down to the paper Pepsi cup he had lying beside him, pressing it into the hand that wasn’t occupied. “Shit, you’re so fuckin’ good at this. Fuckin’ made for me.”
“Yeah? You got a plan then? Know exactly how you’re gonna take me?”
“Yeah, got it all planned out,” he sighed. “Gonna take you on a coupla more dates, take you back to my place. Lead you up the stairs, nearly fuckin’ you against the wall. But I’ll wait, I’ll hold back. ‘Cause when I take you, I want you fuckin’ screamin’ into my mattress. No more parking lots, no more Pepsi cups. Just you, me, and my big ole bed.”
He moaned, loud, and you were half convinced that the entire town would able to hear him. His was close to coming, so you held the Pepsi cup close to him, ready to catch everything he had. His body rose off the seat as he came, thick white ropes coating the inside of the cup, you being careful to make sure you didn’t spill a single drop.
“That was good.”
A sense of pride surged in you. You liked when he complimented you. Made you feel like you were the only girl in the world, like you were the only girl who knew how to treat him right. And you swore you would keep it up. You knew Lee Bodecker could take care of you, so why shouldn’t you repay the favor? It was only fair.
“You get it all in the cup?”
“Yeah,” you smiled, peppering kisses along his jaw. “Just like you wanted, baby.”
“God, I’m gonna fuckin’ marry you,” Lee sighed, tilting your head up so he could press a kiss to your lips.
“After just one date and a handjob?” you teased.
“No, knew I’d marry you long before that, doll. Knew from the moment I first saw you,” he said. “Now you know it too.”
“Mr. Bodecker, you know you gotta ask a gal first before you start gettin’ all possessive.”
“Be mine, doll,” he said without missing a beat. “Be mine and only mine.”
“Oh, Lee, you know I already was. I decided I’d be yours from the moment I saw you.”
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It's spooky szn bitches 🖤✨ but first here's my list of everything I read in September!
As always, please give these gorgeous writers all the love they deserve by reblogging their work. The majority of these stories contain 18+ content, please check all warnings, you are responsible for your own media consumption.
Happy reading ✨
Eddie Munson ✨
Much ado about books by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader (Bookshop AU)
Runaways by @mypoisonedvine
eddie munson x reader
Diving deep / sinking beneath / further under by @sexyprise
Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader
Bucky Barnes ✨
Be mine by @flordeamatista
dilf!bucky barnes x reader
Better than before by @angrythingstarlight
Roommate!Bucky x Reader
Starry starry night by @jobean12-blog
Bucky Barnes x reader
Crybaby by @syntheticavenger
Dad’s Best Friend CEO Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Ari Levinson ✨
To have and to fuck by @sweeterthanthis
Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Curtis Everett ✨
Bruised and broken by @dreamlessinparis
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Lee Bodecker ✨
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Lee Bodecker x f!reader
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Andy Barber ✨
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#fic rec#september fic rec#eddie munson#bucky barnes#ari levinson#curtis everett#thor odinson#steve rogers#joel miller#lee bodecker#andy barber#sam wilson#lloyd hansen
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Tempting Fate
Pairing: Semi!Dark!Mob!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader, Mob!Steve x F!Reader
Word Count: 5564
Summary: Lee can't the idea of you being with anyone else, and he'll make sure that you know it.
Warning: semi public sex, slight dubcon, mob Lee, bratty reader, oral sex, choking, praise, degradation, spanking, mild drug use (weed), handjob, biting, slightly rough sex, dirty talk, pet names, cumplay
A/N: This is a purely selfish piece, I need mob Lee in my life. Thank you to @cockslut-padalecki ,@sweetkingdomstarlight-blog and @sparkledfirecracker for looking this over and helping me out when I was stuck. Love you all❤️
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics
“You know what we do to traitors, don't you, little one?" Lee asked, his blue eyes cold as he tapped his ring-covered fingers on the wood desk. Slowly his gaze trailed down your body, taking in your exposed cleavage and bare legs.
You knew you should have gone home to change before coming to work, but you didn’t want to be late after sleeping through your alarm at Steve's house. On top of it all, after Lee caught you on your date last night you knew he was already less than pleased with you.
"I don't know what you're implying, Sheriff" you replied innocently, placing your hands on your crossed knee.
Lee Bodecker was more than just a humble small-town sheriff. He owned the whole town and the next town over. It was an unspoken thing that you didn't cross Sheriff Bodecker. Rumor had it that when he caught his wife in bed with another man, he had forced her to kill him. Then he dragged her out back and killed her.
You knew this particular rumor was true, most of them were, despite the whole town thinking that Mary Ann ran off with her lover. Your stepfather Ari had been in charge of taking their bodies to the pig farm. You had just happened to peek into the bed of the truck while looking for some tools before he had left.
Needless to say, you had begun vomiting at the sight of their decomposing corpses, their lifeless eyes still haunting you to this day. Ari had found you crouched on the ground beside the truck, frantic, and had quickly taken you into the garage to hide your panic from your hare-brained mother. Then he called Lee over.
The Sheriff had strutted in without a care in the world and told you to suck it up.
“They were traitors who deserved what they got,” he had drawled at you thickly. “And unless you wanna end up like them, you better keep your mouth shut.”
That was the day you had realized what a cruel unyielding man Lee was. That was also the day you knew that you would do your best to stay in line. Despite the fact that you usually ended up pushing his buttons more often than not.
"Y/N” he hissed your name, bringing you out of your reverie. He looked more upset and you realized that you had drowned yourself so deeply in thoughts, you hadn't heard him talking to you. His hand was now fisted, silver rings glinting in the overhead light.
“I'm sorry, what was that?"
“I said," he started, through gritted teeth, "I don't appreciate you dressing up like this and dining with my enemy’s right-hand man."
"Oh. That." You stood up from your seat and did a small twirl, enjoying the way his eyes darkened. “What's wrong, Sir? Do you not think I look nice?"
Lee's jaw clenched as he slowly glanced down at your body. His gaze was lust-driven and hungry. It thrilled you to know that you had this much of an impact on him.
You couldn't help that this wicked man turned you on with just a whiff of his masculine scent and a quick smile. That's why you had gone out with Steve in the first place, in an effort to distance yourself from those feelings.
Sometimes it felt like you could barely breathe around Lee. You just wanted to touch him, to silence him with a kiss, drop down and worship him like a man of his status deserved. The mere thought of it had you squeezing your thighs closer together as you sat back down.
The mischievous glint in Lee's eye when you looked back up at him, told you he caught the slight motion. You gave him a sweet smile, cocking your head.
“You look beautiful, darlin',“ he praised. “But that's not my point. My point is by going on a date with Rogers, you essentially betrayed me. How do I know you didn’t share sensitive information?” From the way he snapped at you, you could tell his ire is rising again. Angry Lee was definitely one of your weaknesses and your inner brat couldn't help but surface.
“Well, that would be possible, if we did much talking. My mouth was mostly otherwise occupied,” you sat back in your seat, smirking at the raging bull in front of you. He was changing colors before your eyes, first, a bright crimson quickly morphing into a deep purple.
His blue eyes were full of pure anger and his fingers kept twitching.
"You really don't have any manners, do you, little one?" Lee spat, his jaw clenched. "Your daddy ain't taught you nothin’. Come here."
His words were a clear order and they sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel your panties sticking to you as you stood up unsteadily. On very shaky legs, you made your way around his desk.
He had scooted back, his thick legs spread, and you couldn't help staring at the bulging shape in his lap. His hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you forward until you were draped over his lap. His growing erection pressing against your belly.
Lee lifted your skirt, bunching it up to your waist. “Look at that. No panties," Lee clicked his tongue.
“Lee, what are - ,” your words were cut off by the first jarring smack to your ass. Your surprised cry, as the second one hit, echoed through the small office.
“Count for me, sugar. I think ten should be enough, for your first offense. Here we go... one." Lee said, landing what was technically the third spank. But who were you to argue? A sharp pain was burning deliciously up your body and you were getting wetter with each jolting spark.
"One," you whispered, meekly, "Two." This time you bit back a moan. His rings were both soothing and adding to the pain.
His calloused hand rubbed over the sore spot for a moment, before delivering the next slap. This one was harder than the others, knocking the breath out of you
"I didn't hear of you count, little one. Do we have to go back to one?" Lee taunted.
You shook your head, forcing out a weak 'three’. Lee grunted his approval and continued your punishment.
By the time he finished, you were a blubbering, incoherent mess. You were impressed you had even been able to count towards the end, breathing heavily with your hands fisting his slacks. Slick ran down your thighs and you knew you were so wet that if Lee touched you, it would be utterly embarrassing.
Your body heated up, as his hand stroked closer to the apex of your thighs.
“What a pretty sight. Goosebumps all over this smooth skin,” Lee growled. You tensed when his index finger ran over your puckered hole and he chuckled, “Oh darlin', has no one ruined this pretty hole yet?”
You whined, almost needily. His finger began to tease the hole, pushing lightly past the muscled rim. It felt strange but you wanted more, pushing your ass back. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
"Lee,” you whimpered as he removed his touch.
"No, little one, you haven't earned that yet. Be a good girl and show me you deserve it and maybe one day I'll reward you. Now up, I'm done with you." Extremely turned on and slightly pissed off you climbed off his lap, smoothing down your dress.
“You satisfied, sir? Have I proven myself?" You almost spat, starting to round the desk. Lee shot out of his seat and grabbed your arm. You stumbled as you slammed into his chest, his soft belly cushioning the blow. His face was so close to yours. Those plush lips within kissing distance. You almost forgot why you were in this position, his scent numbing all logical thought.
“Watch your tone," Lee whispered harshly, his breath washed over your face. Tobacco and whiskey filled your nostrils.
"Or what?" You replied, baiting him. Your body was thrumming. You needed more. You needed him. Surprise flashed into those gorgeous blue eyes. He wasn't expecting that answer. You were usually so pliant around him but you'd become tired of this teasing cat and mouse game. He obviously found you attractive, you just needed to push his buttons enough. Seemed like you succeeded a little bit, when he responded,
"Did that bastard get to taste you?”
“Hmm?” You asked, confused. You were so entranced by his presence and it took you longer than it should have to understand, “Oh yes he did. Quite skilled with his tongue, that one.”
Your tone was teasing but he wasn't impressed, gripping your chin tightly.
“Are you taunting me girl?"
“No sir,” you said smugly. His other hand left your arm to slide under your dress. You gasped, as he dragged a finger between your soaked petals, your hands gripped his lapels, needing to ground yourself.
His fingers toyed back and forth for a moment before he held it up, the digit glossy.
“Seems fair I should also have a taste.”
You kept his gaze as he popped his finger into his mouth, slurping lewdly. A low groan rumbled in his chest, vibrating beneath your touch. “Hmm never had anything sweeter than this. Better than imagined. Maybe I sho-.”
Before he finished, the door swung open and Ari strutted in. He stopped short, bewildered at the sight before him. You internally thrilled at the thought that if he had walked in a few minutes later, he'd seen Lee possibly feasting on you. Quickly stepping out of Lee's hold, you sped to exit the room. You had just reached the door when you heard Lee growl at Ari about why he was there.
The door shut behind you with a thud and you finally let out the breath you didn't know you were holding.
You had managed to avoid Lee for the next couple of days, doing most of your work at home rather than the station. Steve had contacted you a few times but you chose to ignore him. It was a risky game, you knew it. Steve wasn’t the type to take no for an answer and the more he was ignored, the more likely he would be to track you down. Hopefully, Lee wouldn’t be around when he did.
Lounging on the couch, you were reading when Ari came home. Usually, he called out a greeting before heading upstairs to change before dinner. This time, he came to the living room, leaning over the couch. You glanced up and smiled, “Can I help you, Ari?”
“Yes, sweet plum, I was told to tell you that tomorrow night you need to pick up the cake for the Christmas party.”
“Why me?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
"Lee wanted me to remind you about the Christmas party.” Ari said, leaning to see what you were reading. “The Great Gatsby? Again?" He scoffed
"Don't judge my reading selection when you barely even read," you snarled, “and why am I even coming to that? Isn’t it only for ‘members’?"
You bracketed off the word to emphasize your point. Ari chuckled at this, clearly amused.
"Usually yes but this year he wants family there too. Something about bringing everyone together.”
"Strange. But okay, whatever Lee says goes, I guess," you replied, grabbing your book and heading upstairs to choose a dress.
Somehow you managed to arrive late to the party, despite leaving before your parents. Like you had expected Steve had cornered you when you went to pick up the cake for the party.
"I feel like you've been avoiding me, doll,” Steve smirked, as he leaned against the driver's door.
Hiding your smile, you shrugged and walked around the car to put the cake on the passenger side before you came to stand in front of him. Steve was an attractive man for sure, all muscular and tall. He wrapped arms around your waist, his hand resting on your bare back. You were pressed to his hard chest, hands resting on his firm pecs.
"I missed you. Doll, What do you say I take you out tonight?" Steve smirked, leaning to kiss you.
You turned your head, making him catch your cheek instead. The smirk stayed on his face, but his eyes were tight. Steve was not the type to get rejected often. He obviously wasn't a fan.
“I'm sorry, Steve. I have a party to get to. Plus my dad wouldn't like me seeing you anymore,” you patted his chest, pulling away. You walked to the backseat door, but before you could open it, Steve was behind you, his body pressing you into the metal.
“Your dad or Bodecker." Steve snarled, reaching around to wrap his hand around your neck. The tight grip, and the hard muscle-flexing in your peripheral, were causing wetness to pool between your legs. “I wonder if he knows all the ways you like to be fucked."
Your body ran hot and suddenly you needed more. To be fucked by Steve; despite Lee being on your mind. You pushed back hard on Steve, bucking off and turning to face him.
“Why don’t you show me how I like to be fucked then Rogers? Put your money where your mouth is,” you hissed. Reaching behind you, you opened the back door and pulled Steve in.
By the time you got to the party, you were about an hour late. Your legs had finally stopped shaking from the three earthshattering orgasms, Steve had fucked you thorough. Double checking your hair and makeup in the mirror, you climbed out, grabbing the cake, and headed inside.
You caught sight of your parents, waving at them as you headed to the food table. Lee was nowhere to be seen and you truly hoped deep down that he was late and didn’t notice your late arrival. Although he wasn't going to be happy with your attire.
The dress you had specifically chosen to piss him off was short and backless. The front was more covered with just a small peek of cleavage. Placing the cake on the table, you straighten your spine and turn around, head held high. He couldn't see you as weak otherwise he'd lose interest and that's the last thing you wanted.
You scanned the crowd, catching onto Lee’s tall frame talking to a couple of his best guards and deputies. It was weird to see all these normal people mixed in so easily with such dangerous men. Mrs. Smith, the little old granny who ran the market on main, looked like she was trying to flirt up Chris, a gruff quiet fella, who you knew could snap a neck as easily as a branch. He was extremely attractive so you didn’t blame her.
As you looked around further you felt eyes boring into you. Ignoring them you grabbed a drink and headed into the back area of the farmhouse. You knew people usually stayed in the main areas, like the living room and kitchen. Honestly, these fake cheerful get-togethers were never your cup of tea. Plus Lee had you come here often enough to pick up paperwork he’d forgotten to bring to the office. Most people were too afraid to explore the house; what right minded person would explore a mob boss’s house.
Like you suspected Lee’s room was empty. You really shouldn’t be in here but it was the only place you knew no one would walk in on you. Plopping down on the chair by the window, you cracked it open. Steve had given you a blunt of their best new strain of weed and you needed to take the edge off. This night was bound to be a long one especially after that day in Lee’s office.
You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. The feel of his hands on you, his fingers running over your folds. There was still a slight ache every time you sat, reminding you of your punishment.
You lit the blunt, taking a long drag, the smoke filling your lungs before you blew it out the window. This stuff was strong and after a couple more puffs you could feel the effects. You leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling as you felt your whole body relax
You were so far gone that you didn’t even hear the door open or Lee perch on the bed, watching you with an amused look. Only when you sat up to take another hit did you see him. With a surprised shriek, you dropped the blunt out the window where your arm was draped out of. You groaned, peeking out into the night to see you could see your lost blunt.
“Lose something darlin’?” Lee asked, coming to stand beside you. His large body leaned over yours as he looked out the window too, “I don’t see nothing.”
You weren’t able to straighten up with him pressed to your back like this. His palms wrapped around either side of your waist. The hard form of his cock was pressed against your ass. His lips were right beside your ear and you wondered if you turned your head, how close he would actually be.
It was hard to focus on much else besides his closeness. The drugs running through your veins muddled your attempts to talk yourself out of being turned on. Not that sober you would have been any better. Anytime Lee was around, it was almost like your brain short circuited, all logical reasons flying out the window.
Lee let out a husky laugh, “What’s wrong darlin’? Cat got ya tongue?”
The only response received was a needy whimper, your hips rolling back involuntarily. Lee’s hold on you tightened and his breath hitched, his cockiness waning as the lust took over. One of his hands gripped your chin, turning you to look at him. His pupils were blown, his tongue licked his bottom lip and you found yourself leaning in. Your lips were so close to touching, all he had to do was lean in, take control. You needed him to ruin you in ways that you only dreamed about.
His other hand slid over the curve of your ass, under your dress until his fingers were gliding over your slit. Not quite touching, more teasing.
“I’m on the edge of no control, little one. Been thinking about your taste for days and I’m about ready to snap.”
The implication that you could bring a mob boss made you feel empowered. Emblazoned by the power rush, your hand grabbed ahold of his, guiding his fingers further over your wet pussy coating them.
“Then lose control, Lee,” you whispered. He snarled, releasing your face and pulling his grip from your hold. He bent you over the window again, the cool air dancing over your heated face. You couldn’t do much else besides hold on to the ledge as he spread your cheeks with both hands, running his tongue from your puckered hole all the way down to your clit and back down.
The second time he did it, he stayed focused on your clit, capturing it between his lips and sucking hard. You screamed so loud that you were afraid the people downstairs might have heard you. There was no stopping the endless stream of sounds falling from your lips. Lee’s tongue swirled over the hard pearl, suckling harder til he made you scream once on more.
Releasing you with a pop, he began to lick broad strokes over your pussy, tasting every bit of you he could. His hands dug into your asscheeks, holding you firm to his face as he pushed his tongue into you, groaning while he lapped at your juices.
“Go ahead darlin’, roll your hips back. Fuck yourself on my tongue,” he mumbled against you before spearing his tongue back in. You complied immediately, pushing your hips back. He followed your lead, thrusting with every roll of your body. His thumb rubbed your clit in rapid figure eights, helping to aid the growing pressure in your lower abdomen.
"Tastes so good," Lee groaned, putting you closer to his face. The drug fueled haze was a menace, forcing you to taunt him.
"Oh yeah? You like Steve's taste?" You smirked over your shoulder. Lee's head popped up, his eyes blazing.
"Excuse me?" He snarled, his fingers digging into your ass
Your brave streak surged further, and you chuckled. His fuming expression was too funny for your foggy mind. His face continued to hardened and you knew you were fucked. Yet you couldn't stop.
“You heard me, Lee. Steve's cum, he fucked me full of it before the party. How's he taste?"
Lee shot to his feet, grabbing the back of your neck. He turned you around, bringing you super close to his face. He looked extremely angry, ready to snap. You thought he was going to yell but instead he shoved you onto your knees
"Open your mouth, little one," Lee growled. You blinked up at him, not comprehending what he was asking.
He gripped your jaw in a tight hold, making you wince, "Don't make me repeat myself, darlin'. It won't end well for you."
His grip tightened until you opened your mouth, your tongue sticking out like a doctor was about to press a wooden stick on your tongue.
"Good girl," he praised before he spat into your mouth, "Now swallow it like the dirty fucking slut you are. Savor this taste because you will never taste that other bastard again. Understood?"
You swallowed quickly, nodding. You batted your lashes, trying to be as innocent as possible. Riling up Lee was fun but you didn't want to make him mad enough to completely snap.
Lee still looked furious, but his free hand worked open his pants, freeing his thick cock. The spongy head tapped your tongue, drops of precum coating your taste buds. He didn't push it in further, letting it rest heavily on your tongue.
"From now on this is the only cock you'll taste. The only cock that will fill you up like a cream puff. Unless I say otherwise."
Lee lifted his cock to give you a chance to respond. His eyes told you exactly what he wanted to say but you were too much of a brat to listen. "And if I don't listen?"
"I'll fucking kill them,” Lee growled. "Don't test me, little one. They touch you and I will put a bullet right between his eyes, no questions asked. You are mine," he snarled.
His hold on your face was like a vice grip and it hurted, but you tried to appear unfazed. You gazed up at him, silently, giving him a doe eyed expression.
Lee's face softened only marginally and he guided his cock back to your lips. You obediently opened up Ietting him push in further. The sides of your mouth stretched out around his girth and you did your best to accommodate the intrusion.
He ran his thumb over your cheek, the metal of his ring cool against your skin. The tip hit the back of your throat and you began to pull away but his hand shifted to the back of your head, holding you in past. He bucked his hips, forcing himself farther down your throat.
Tears strung your eyes, and you struggled to breathe. Your hands balled in the fabric of his pants as you did your best to be good for him. Your throat constricted around his thick shaft.
He didn't let you have any control, fucking into your mouth like he owned you and he was going to make damn sure you didn't forget that. Drool and cum dripping down your chin and you were sure mascara was running down your face. It was so sloppily and downright filthy the way he handled you, but you didn't care. You wanted him to use you however he wanted.
After this point no other man would come close to this man. Your thighs clenched together trying to keep the dampness of your core from making a mess on the floor.
"Fuck, ain't you a vision with my cock stuffed between those pretty lips. Tell me, do I taste better than Steve?" Lee said, his voice low and rough, morphing into a groan at the end.
It seems blasphemous to be talking about another man while Lee's cock was stuffed in your mouth, but somehow it turned you on even more. You nodded to the best of your ability and Lee seemed pleased, guiding you faster onto his length.
You happily complied, enjoying the way he was falling apart above you despite his need to stay composed and in control. He shoved you all the way down, your nose nuzzling into the coarse hair at his base. Your nails dug into the muscle of his thighs as you did your best to breathe through your nose. Lee let out a grunt, rutting in his hips once, twice, before hot spurts of cum shot down your throat.
"That's it. Swallow it all down, sugar," he groaned, pulling slowly out of your mouth. You quickly did as you were told, before sucking on his tip, darting your tongue over his slit, collecting any drops left over.
Lee grabbed the tops of your arms, lifting you off the ground and roughly tossing you onto the bed. You bounced on the soft mattress, lifting up onto your elbows to see him discarding his clothes before prowling towards you like lion hunting prey.
His hands wrapped around your ankles, tugging you close to the edge of the bed before caressing further up your legs, pushing your dress up to reveal your bare cunt. His eyes feasted on you and he licked his lips, using his thumbs to spread you open.
"Lee," you whined, as his thumb ran over your swollen clit with a feather light touch. He ignored you, pushing your thighs open wider, a full display open for him.
"So wet, darlin'. This all for me?"
You didn't get a chance to answer before he sucked your clit hard into his mouth, making you screech, and fall back onto the bed. Your hips bucked, as Lee's tongue explored your folds.
You weren't going to last long with the way he was feasting on you. The pressure was already beginning to build in your lower abdomen. His arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place. Your hands grabbed and tugged at his short hair, grinding harder against his face.
"Oh Lee, right there. Don't stop please," you pleaded. Lee hummed around your clit, his eyes locked in your face, watching you begin to unravel above him. You tossed your head from side to side as the coil snapped. You came hard, a tremor running down the length of your body, toes curling.
Lee stayed attached to your cunt, tongue swirling through your folds, being completely through as if he was licking a melting ice cream cone, making sure not a single drop was missed.
You slumped back onto the bed, taking the chance to catch your breath. Lee gave you a wicked smile, running two of his fingers along your slit. Using your gushing slick to his advantage he pushed into you with ease. He began to pump into you slowly, curling them to hit your soft spot with every thrust.
You were so sensitive, nerves frayed and you already felt another orgasm slowly building up. Lee kept his pace steady and keeping eye contact, he leaned forward, licking up to your clit, swirling the tip of his tongue over it.
Electricity tingled through your body. You couldn't think straight as Lee wrapped his lips around the sensitive pearl. He sucked on it in rhythm with his fingers and your hands gripped the sheets. It was becoming too much, and you knew you were toppling over that edge again far too quickly. Your second orgasm washed over you but Lee kept going.
You released your hold on the sheets, moving to shove at his head, trying to break free from his hold. Lee shook his head, releasing you with a pop, but keeping his fingers working in and out of you.
“Don’t interrupt me, darlin’. I’ve been starving all day and you don’t interrupt a man and his new favorite meal.”
You shook your head but couldn't do much more than that as he returned to his task. He was too strong and you were too far gone.
Lee drew one more orgasm out of you before he licked you clean and lifted off of you. He stayed kneeling between your legs as he rid you of your dress.
Dark hair covered his chest, trailing down over his belly and you wanted to touch him. Your hand weakly raised up, fingertips barely gliding over his round tummy.
His thumb circled over your hard nipple as his other hand lightly wrapped around your throat. His eyes were watching you like a hawk.
"You're mine now. You understand that right, darlin'?"
"Yes sir," you responded. His hand tightened around your throat and he leaned forward, capturing your lips. His tongue tangled with yours and the sweet taste of whiskey filled your mouth.
"Turn over for me," Lee commanded, pulling around from you. He sat back on his heels and you did as you were told, flipping onto your stomach.
Lee ran his hands down your back to your ass. He grabbed a handful of ample flesh, kneading it roughly before he smacked one cheek and then the other. He slotted his cock between your cheeks, rutting his hips a couple of times. His hands spread you open just wide enough to push into you, before moving his hands to pin yours to the bed.
His body was flush with yours, tummy pressing against your lower back, his lips at your ear.
"Gripping me so tight, it's like you don't want me to leave," Lee grunted, snapping his hips forward. The slap of flesh on flesh sounded in the room.
You had no answer for him, only making gargled sounds as you buried your face in the sheets.
"Feel that, sugar? How perfectly you fit around me. This pussy is mine and after tonight you'll never doubt it. I'm gonna fill you up, and you're gonna feel me for days to come."
You keened at his words, trying to push your hips back. There wasn't any room between his and yours so it was an impossible feat, but Lee understood what you wanted. Keeping you pressed into the bed, he fucked into you in long hard thrusts. It felt like he was going so deep in this position and with each stroke of his thick cock, you found yourself closer to the edge of the cliff.
It was hard to imagine your body had any more to give, after the previous orgasms he had pulled from you but nevertheless, another one loomed on the horizon. Lee seemed to know all the right buttons to push to have you coming apart at the seams. This was everything you'd hope fucking Lee would be like.
He lifted off you slightly and shifted his grip on you. One hand holding his weight up while the other hand held the back of your neck, holding you in place. It's not like you had much room to move before but now he had you fully immobilized. His hips pistoled into you quicker than before and his heavy pants echoed in the room. Yours were too muffled by the pillow that you were pressed against.
Every time his hips met your ass, the tip of his cock nudged your cervix and the pain laced into the pleasure, sending you careening even quicker to the edge. Your hands tore at the sheets as your body tensed, shudders of pleasure tearing through you. Lee followed closely behind you, the tightness of your clenching cunt making it too hard for him to hold out.
With a loud shout, he came. As promised he filled you up, his hot spend coating your silken walls. Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled out of you, still holding you in place.
"Fuck, you look so good with my cum dripping out of you," he reveled, using his fingers to push any of it that escaped back into you. "Be a good girl and keep it all in. I wanna see you all nice and round. Show that Rogers bastard who you really belong to."
Lee smacked your ass hard, punctuating his point. He leaned down and kissed between your shoulder blades. You couldn't move, let alone get up, your body still electric with pleasure but you squeezed your thighs together, trying to be good for him.
You could hear him getting dressed but you were already beginning to drift off. Lee came back to the bed, kissing the top of your head as he draped a blanket over you.
"I'll let your parents know you fell asleep and that you'll be home in the morning. That way I can wake up with you in my arms." Lee whispered. You made a sound of contentment, nuzzling further into the sheets. The click of the door shutting was the last thing you remembered.
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