#Bryce Langley x you

[royalsweetteaa]

His sunflower

Pairing: Stepbrother!Bryce Langley x reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - This following fic contains: explicit smut, stepcest, dom/sub dynamic, angst, fluff, possessive!Bryce, jealousy, Hayden (Harvard hottie) makes an appearance, brief Hayden x reader, penetrative/unprotected sex, heartbreak, degradation, pet names (baby, sunny, sunflower).

Summary: After a long lasting scandalous ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with your stepbrother Bryce, you decide it’s best to put it to an end, especially now that you have another guy on your love radar.

It’s been one year since your mother married Mr. Langley, Bryce & Maya’s father and you became a part of the family. It’s also been 7 months since you first did the most disgraceful thing, which was to hook up with Bryce, your stepbrother.

Since then, you have barely resisted each other with Bryce always being determined to feast on you whenever he got the chance, - another addiction a part from his drugs.

Since then, you have barely resisted each other with Bryce always being determined to feast on you whenever he got the chance, - another addiction a part from his drugs.

He would always seek you, and a few times you would seek him for some relief. College had been piling up work, and you were having a hard time keeping up with the amount of stress you easily built. It didn’t help that Bryce was so experienced at sex, and so you invited him in every time he approached you for a session.

The only thing that would leave you with the feeling of regret was when you remembered what you are for each other. In front of your parents, Bryce acted like the perfect stepbrother, - a guardian, promising your mother to protect you.

“Don’t worry, Mrs L/N. I’ll look after your daughter like she’s my own flesh and blood.” Bryce had once promised her. What your mother didn’t - and still doesn’t know was how he went beyond offering protection, and was practically the danger itself, - a very lustful danger.

Bryce used you like a piece of meat after he had learned just how kinky you really are. He took it to his advantage of using your holes, having you blow him whenever he asked and fuck you stupid, knowing you loved it as much as he did.

He would wake you up at 4 AM, just so he could have a taste of you before your parents woke up for their morning business. Sometimes when you were in the barn, Bryce would ‘coincidentally’ be there too to feed the horses hay, and when the time was right, he would take you in an empty enclosure and empty his load on you. He didn’t leave you unsatisfied once.

It led you to present day, and like any other ordinary day, you studied in your room for an upcoming exam. What wasn’t as ordinary was how you were actually in a good mood while doing your exercises, as something different had entered your life, - something good.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and you knew based on the pattern of which they knocked that it could only be one person.

“Hey, sunny…” Bryce greeted you as he entered your room quietly. You looked up from your book and gave him a smile of acknowledgment. “Maya’s out of the house and my dad took your mother out for dinner tonight. It’s just us…and you know what that means…” he said, his voice low and loaded with the intention of seducing you.

You groaned as you rested your head on the pillow. “I’m studying, and I’m actually focused. Use your hand or something if you’re horny.”

“My fleshlight ain’t doing the job. It’s gotta be you, sunny. Suck my dick for tonight.” He requested as he crawled onto your bed, wanting to get close to you. He climbed on top of your body, your eyes leaving the page you were on as you saw the man was now hovering above you while giving your sides strokes. You started to giggle when he started to lightly tickle you, and you pushed his arm away.

“Bryce, stop iiiit!” You humorously pleaded in the midst of your laughter.

“C’mon, give me something, sunflower…” he whispered huskily as he tickled your lower waist, making you laugh even more. He took your vulnerability to his advantage and flipped you over with your back now facing him, and he rested himself on top. “Mmmh, sunny…” Bryce moaned against your skin as he subtly began to hump against you, grinding his crotch against your ass.

“Bryce, stop being such a horndog.” You adjured as you were loosing focus of your studying. Bryce had it easy to make you hot and bothered, but just this once you were trying to maintain control.

“I can’t help myself, not when you’re laying in bed like this. You’re practically inviting me in..”

“Bryce, we can’t…” you whined, as you wriggled out of his touch. “We need to stop seeing each other. This isn’t right…”

Bryce grumbled as he got off and laid beside you instead. “Why do you say that?”

You rolled your eyes, expecting him to be aware of the elephant in the room. “Isn’t that obvious? You’re my stepbrother.”

“So? Who gives a fuck? It’s not like we’re related. Nobody would care if they knew we fuck to blow off steam.” Bryce claimed, stating it as factual, but you weren’t so sure about that.

“Yes, they totally would. It would be an absolute scandal.” You said, already feeling nervous as you imagined the possible reactions if anyone were to find out. Your mother would kill Bryce. “Anyway, I’m going on a date tomorrow and I would like to be a little loyal to the guy, so we will have to drop the sex.”

Bryce’s head snapped up, the lighten candle of his arousal being blown out as soon as he heard what was news to him. “You’re going on a date?”

You grinned at the thought alone, “Yes, I am. Met this guy the other day by the park and he asked if we could see each other again. My love life has been so dry these past years, - I can’t miss this opportunity. He seems so sweet too, I’m so excited.” You chirped the end of your sentence with enthusiasm.

Silence settled once you closed your mouth again, making you wonder what was up with Bryce as you looked to the side where he was laying.

He was pursing his lips, irritation read all over him no matter how much he tried to hide it. Before you could ask him why he was pulling a sour face, he rose up from your bed and let out a disappointed sigh, letting out a mocking laughter right after.

“Fine, whatever. Didn’t take you for a whore but if you want to chase after other dick, that’s none of my business.” Bryce blatantly said with raised arms, as if it would defend his harsh words.

You saw red when Bryce had called you the derogatory word, making you wonder how he had the audacity to say that when he had his name running around as a grade A fuckboy.

“I’m not a whore! You are!” You shouted back for his ears to hear, and he confirmed he had heard from the audible scoff he let out by the other end of your door.

You laid on your stomach again with a huff, continuing reading from where you left off.

The next day…

Your date with Hayden went as perfectly as it could ever go. He had invited you downtown at the popular Italian restaurant, and you ate delicious food while having conversation after conversation, lasting 2 hours after eating your food.

You had to order drinks to make it worthwhile for your stay, and afterwards you walked out to take a nice walk together around town.

“I had fun tonight. What do you say we go to that aquarium you mentioned? I think that would make an awesome second date.” Hayden suggested, earning a smile from you. You were hopeful this was the beginning of a lovely romance.

“That sounds wonderful. I’d love to.” You responded with glee.

Hayden was less crude and in so many ways more romantic than any partner you have previously had. He was attractive and attentive to your care, being a gentleman of opening the door for you and asking for your opinion of how the date should go. He listened to you talk, admitting himself that he could hear your stories for hours without getting bored.

He was perfect for you.

One date would turn into five in the course of 3 weeks, and you were growing expectant of Hayden asking you to be his girlfriend any day now.

In the course of these dates, Bryce grew distant, only interacting with you when the family was getting together. Even Maya had expressed concern over Bryce’s lack of communication, and even though you had a suspicion over the reasoning, you hoped you would naturally get along again like how you did before you started your ‘friends with benefits’ relationship.

When you returned home from your 5th date, the house was quiet as your parents had left for a trip which would last a few days, giving you, Maya and Bryce the mansion for yourselves. Maya was at Finn’s for the night, and you knew her well enough that she wouldn’t return until early tomorrow morning. The younger sibling had found someone too, and you were only thrilled on her behalf.

That left you to wonder where the older sibling could be on this Friday afternoon, but your question was about to be answered when you opened the front door. You were met by Bryce in the entrance of the hallway, all dressed up in his nightwear and ready to go to bed. He was looking expectant at you but it was all a facade to hide his jealousy.

“How’d the date go with wonderboy?” Bryce asked with a forced smile. He had nicknamed Hayden that after constantly hearing you telling your mother how wonderful Hayden was, and Bryce didn’t have enough respect for him to be calling him by his actual name.

“It was magical, as always, but I’m not going to tell you any more than that because I’m still mad at you.” You huffed as you passed by him. “I’m still waiting for you to apologize for calling me a whore.”

Bryce laughed, shaking his head as he wasn’t taking you seriously. “You are one, though, - which leaves me to wonder….how do you think he would react if I told him we used to fuck, hm?”

That had made you stop your steps as your stomach dropped at the thought. You turned to glare at him. “Bryce, you wouldn’t dare…”

He shrugged, neither denying nor confirming it.

“I just think it’s rude you know. I stopped sleeping around when I had you. I thought we had something exclusive, and you threw it away like it was nothing.” He said as he stepped towards you.

You looked at him confused. Were you missing something? Why was he talking as if you had been a couple? “What we had could never stay exclusive,…what did you expect of us to be? To continue having a friends with benefits relationship until we grow old? Keep us a dirty little secret until our parents die? I want a boyfriend, Bryce. A family some day too. I’m past wanting to stay single and I don’t want to play any more games.” You said with a cold tone as you were making your way up to your bedroom.

“I’m not playing any games either. I stopped playing around the day we hooked up!” Bryce claimed as he followed you to the second floor.

“I don’t believe you. It’s always been just sex! You only sought me out for that reason.” You reasoned.

“That’s your perception of it, but I grew attached each time we spent together intimately. Do you really think I would initiate full convos with you if I only wanted to get my dick wet? Do you think I give aftercare to anyone I sleep with?” Bryce asked with his hands on his hips, his eyebrows furrowing from genuinely being curious to know if you thought of him like that.

“Maybe…” you mumbled, unsure. “ - I wouldn’t know! You never confessed this to me before I got with Hayden. I’m not going to turn away from him now when things are going so well. I don’t know what else to say. I’m sorry, Bryce…we would be too complex anyway..it’s best if we lay whatever feelings we had to rest and find other people….for both of our sakes..” you said, your voice sympathetic as you felt kind of bad for the guy standing in front of you.

A torturing silence filled the hallway, and you were longing for Bryce’s response so you could finally part ways and go to sleep peacefully. He was staring at you, and his eyes met the ground after.

You wanted to find closure, and you hoped with what you had said, Bryce would be convinced to leave your intimate past behind.

Bryce wetted his lips and took a last glance at you, looking up and down your form to take in your prepped up appearance.

“….I like your dress. Sundresses always suit you.” He quietly complimented with a half smile as he walked past you on his way to his own room.

Your mouth was left open, but no words came out. You were stunned.

Ogden was right. Bryce was so unpredictable at times, you thought. That last interaction of the night would leave you pondering throughout your sleep.

The day after, you received a test message from Hayden during one of your classes.

Hayden

Hey, could we meet at the park 03:00 PM? There’s something I’d like to talk about.

You smiled as you typed your reply with excitement.

Y/N (me)

Sure! ♥️ I’ll see you there then.

This must be it, you thought. Hayden’s finally going to ask me to be his girlfriend!

After your classes were finished, you rushed back home and put on your finest summer dress, - one of a flowery pattern.

Maya met you when you passed the living room, and even she noticed the way you had put full effort into your appearance.

“Where are you going looking like that, Y/N?“ Maya asked through a giggle as her eyes scanned your look from head to toe with approval.

You chuckled lightheartedly, “To meet up with Hayden of course. He wrote through text that he had something he wanted to talk about.” You said. You leaned into Maya’s ear and whispered playfully, “I think he’s going to make it official with me.”

Maya gasped, “No way, that’s great! I’m so happy for you, Y/N.” She congratulated and gave you a hug.

“How’s it going with you and Finn by the way? It always seems like you’re in the honey moon phase.” You added your observation with a cheeky wink.

Maya blushed as she nodded, “Oh yes, things are going great between us. I think it’s safe to say I’ll continue staying over at his house considering how we are always together anyway. But of course I don’t want to be away all the time. I still want to be around you guys. I’m especially concerned about Bryce nowadays.” Maya expressed, which made your grin drop as your stepbrother was brought into her talk.

“Oh, why’s that?” You asked, confusion in your tone.

“I don’t know, he’s been so down lately, staying in his room all day and hardly putting sentences when I try to talk to him. I think he’s going through something but he won’t tell me what.”

You felt bad for Bryce after Maya had listed the several recent odd behavior from him, worried you might have broken his heart for leaving the taboo part of your relationship.

Your heart pounded at the thought of Bryce having genuine feelings for you. He had somewhat confirmed it himself when he said he had thought you were exclusive, but he hadn’t outright said it.

Somehow you longed for him to confess with those three simple words, but as the thought became appealing to you, you were reminded of the circumstances. The one of which each of your parent were married together, - ultimately sealing you to be only a family.

Maybe in a different universe we could have been together, but as of here it wouldn’t be right.

“Well, I hope whatever he’s going through resolves one way or another…Bryce always has solutions.” You reasoned, and Maya could only nod, hoping you were right even for this case too.

“I guess,…I’ll see you later then. Wishing you good luck with Hayden.”

“Thank you! Bye Maya!” You said your farewell as you stepped out of the house and walked to the bus stop.

A few bus stops later and you were downtown again, waiting for Hayden to make an appearance at the park any moment now.

“Hey, Y/N..” you heard a voice come from behind you, and you couldn’t contain your eager smile as your eyes met Hayden’s.

“Hayden, hi!”

Hayden smiled as you approached him and took in your look. “Wow, you look gorgeous by the way.” He complimented when you stood in front of him.

“Thanks! You don’t look so bad yourself.” You said and chuckled as you looked at his well ironed shirt and denim trousers. “So, you said you wanted to talk about something?”

Hayden nodded as his brows knitted together, almost out of concern. He must be nervous. “Yeah um…..Y/N, I uh…I don’t know how I’m supposed to put this but..” Hayden paused as he tried to find the courage to say what he was holding back. Your eyes didn’t leave Hayden’s as you excitedly waited for his completed saying.

“I…I have found someone else…”

Your eyes widened more than before, and you took a step back in shock, wondering if you had heard it wrong. “What are you saying?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Hayden apologized as he looked down at his feet with shame. “I…It wasn’t meant to happen but it was by mere coincidence that I met this other girl, and we just kind of clicked and…I hope you know I mean no disrespect to you. I never meant to waste your time, but I can’t help what my heart feels. I’ve developed feelings for her.”

You swallowed a lump down your throat as you blinked a few times due to your eyes beginning to water. You used your hand to wipe the moisture away, and you reluctantly nodded.

“I understand…I um, - I guess I’ll be on my way then.” You rambled something of the sort, turning your back against Hayden as you walked away.

“Y/N, wait…” Hayden stopped you as he jogged over to meet your face again. “We..- we can always stay friends, right? I never lied to you about the things I said. You are an amazing girl and the guy you end up with will be lucky to have you. It’s not because of you that I fell in love with someone else.”

You looked to the side, not wanting to look at the boy who had crushed your heart only a minute ago. “I’ll consider it. For now I would prefer keeping our distance, but thanks Hayden.” You replied while you tried your best to keep your facade of a smile, but it wasn’t easy. Hayden picked up on it and returned an apologetic smile as he turned to leave, giving you a final wave goodbye.

As expected, the house had no lights on when you returned. You figured Maya was at Finn’s again, like where she usually was. And Bryce,…well, his whereabouts didn’t come to mind yet.

You were clouded with sadness of what had happened today at the park. The tears hadn’t stopped glossing over your eyeballs, and it made it all the more harder to see what was in front of you as you stormed your way upstairs to your bedroom.

Suddenly you crashed into something, - or rather someone by the corner, and you fell onto the floor. You looked up to see Bryce, clearly startled by the collision.

“Woah, hey there. Got a little too distracted in wonderland, huh?” Bryce teased as he reached out his hand for you to grab. You glared at him and slapped his hand away as you stood up.

“Go to hell…” you muttered out of pure anger as another wave of emotion overtook you, making you break out another sob. Bryce frowned, until he caught on to understand you were crying, your eyes being bloodshot as the evening sun shone on your wet cheeks.

“Y/N? Wait - ”

You didn’t let him get to you as you ran towards your room, but Bryce was quick to follow, catching you by your arms before you could open the door to your bedroom.

“Sunny,…what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked out of worry as he knelt down when your knees gave up. He hugged you tightly, his arms secured around your back as you cried on his shoulder. In Bryce’s mind, several scenarios came to mind of what could have upset you this much. Some were so dark, - it made him sick to his stomach. “Please, tell me what happened…look at me. I need to know, sunflower. What did he do to you?”

“H-He found someone else…” you sobbed out as you buried your face into his chest, hiding your tearful face from the world. “He didn’t love me after all…”

While Bryce was relieved it wasn’t something else, something considerably worse, he was still upset on your behalf. You could feel his hands clench into fists on your back and his form stiffen when he let out an exhale.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“No!” You quickly protested as you held Bryce by his arms. “No, please don’t start a fight with him…he can’t help it. There’s nothing I can do about it…he loves someone else and I can’t change that..”

Bryce shook his head, not buying into what he thought of was excuses. “Doesn’t matter. You didn’t deserve having your heart broken like this...”

You shrugged, not knowing what else there was to say. You simply pushed away from his chest, but you didn’t leave his grip.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to my room, okay?” Bryce offered as he made you stand on your feet again. He wiped your face with the use of his sweater, and to your surprise he carried you to his room.

He carefully placed you on his bed, removing the covers so you could both settle under it and keep warm while in this moment of comfort.

Bryce let you cry out whatever you had left in you as he stroked your bare shoulder, willing to wait for as long as you wanted until you wanted to talk again.

“I-I just want to be loved...” you muttered before you snifled, and it broke Bryce’s heart to hear you say something of that sort.

“You are loved, baby. We as a family love you, and I love you beyond being my stepsister,…you should know that by now….“ Bryce said as he stroked your hair affectionately. “Will you give it a chance? Do you love me too?”

You glanced at him, and it was as if you were going through a war with yourself, feeling conflicted of what feelings you may have. “Maybe,..and that scares me…”

Bryce smiled with adoration. “Of what exactly? There’s nothing to be scared of,…after all, love is love. We are two legal individuals from completely different families. Ain’t nothing wrong with us loving each other…” Bryce reasoned as he put a few hair strands behind your ear. “I’ll show you my love right now, sunny...will you allow me?”

You stared at him, feeling the familiar temptation of lust creeping up as you eyed his red lips. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad it almost hurt.

“Yes..” you quietly replied.

Your reply was cue for Bryce to connect his lips with yours, starting his act of affection with gentleness in the kiss.

“Good girl….my pretty sunflower…” He muttered in between kisses, and soon enough they were barely being detached. Bryce hovered above you while you made out, weak moans leaving your lips once in a while as Bryce’s left hand started to roam all around your body.

“Do you know why I call you sunflower?” Bryce asked when you stopped to breathe air, to which you shook your head. He had called you that since the very beginning, and somehow it hadn’t occurred in your mind as to why.

“Because your very existence is so bright and colorful - always turning to where the sun shines. I knew you would be a joy-bringer the moment you stepped into this big house. I knew even better when we fucked in that shed that we were perfect for each other. You made me want to commit, - and I started to share that dream you mentioned to me, - of making a family together some day.”

You let out a shuddered breath due to Bryce’s confession, and you felt you were going dizzy - in a good way - at the thought of having kids with him. Of spending your life with him nonetheless.

His hand squeezed your breast while he sucked on the skin of your throat, creating hickeys for him to marvel at later.

“My pretty girl…you’re too beautiful for me to only claim you as my stepsister. I’m going to claim you in a way that’s beyond friendly love, baby.” He huskily whispered as he managed to pull the sundress and bra down due to its elasticity.

You moaned when he suckled on your nipple, “It’s so wrong…”

He hummed, “Hmm..it’s maybe a little sinful but not wrong, sunny…don’t worry about a thing, we will get through this together, okay? Let your stepbrother take care of everything..”

Bryce hoisted up your sundress and cupped your sex, stroking it through your panties in a slow pace.

He pulled off your underwear and grinned when he got a full view of your dripping cunt. “I’ve missed this pussy…” Bryce muttered to himself as he began stroking your folds, slightly pushing a finger in every now and then to tease your aching hole.

“Bryce…” you moaned his name lewdly, and he chuckled at how desperate he had made you become.

“Baby, be patient…I’ll be balls deep inside this sweet cunt after I’ve had a taste…”

His finger started to pump deeper inside, bringing out your pussy juices for each thrust.

“Oh, my…” You whined and closed your eyes as you took in the feeling of his thick finger invading your channel. You let out breathless pants as he added more pressure, seeping in further the more slick he gathered.

“Sunny, look at me…” Bryce plead, and you fluttered your eyes open to see him lean in closer to your face as if he wanted to say something. “Tell me you love me too, baby…tell me so I know..”

He added a second, and you jolted as you stuttered out, “I-I love you too, Bryce. I love you s-so much…M’sorry for pushing you away. I’m sorry if I made you sad, I didn’t mean to. I -“

Your lips was held from speaking as Bryce crashed his lips into yours. You whimpered from the kiss, but easily melted into it.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you…I understand.” He withdrew his fingers from your pussy and put them close to his lips, sucking the sticky nectar off his fingers as he hummed, savoring the taste. “Fucking delicious…love your sweet pussy juice.”

Bryce stood on his knees, not leaving the bed as he unbuckled in front of you, his pants already showcasing the huge bulge and moisture of something leaking behind his boxers.

He dragged his pants and boxers down at once, revealing his fully erected cock, the tip of angry red as it pointed at you, leaking with pre-cum. You instinctively licked your lips, wanting to have a taste of him but you knew Bryce was past oral sex and was eager to skip to the main course.

He rested beside you again, and ordered you to raise your leg over his waist. You did as he commanded, and he positioned his cock on your cunt, lightly slapping your clit with his length which earned him a strained whine from you. He breathed into your ear, nibbling at your lobe before he pushed in.

“Did you let him fuck you?” Bryce asked through a growl. “Did you let him fuck my pussy?” The tip of his cock was the only part he was thrusting in, and it was making you crazy.

“N-No!” You denied right away through a cry. “I swear we didn’t! It’s just yours, Bryce!..”

Bryce chuckled darkly as he angled his cock and rammed himself in. “That’s right, baby. Only I can fuck this cunt, - it’s mine. Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, feels too good..”

“Aaah, so big! Y-You’re so-!” Your sentence was interrupted as Bryce shoved a finger down your mouth, making you suck on it as he continued fucking you in a fast rhythm, making your head go blank from the sensation.

“Thas’ it…keep suckin’ it…such a good girl. Fuck, does it feel great to have a slutty stepsister at my disposal. My cute slutty stepsister…all prettied up in a sundress, looking all innocent when we both know you’re a whore, - so needy for your stepbrother’s cock…” Bryce degradingly spoke about you as if you weren’t beside him, knowing full well you enjoyed his harsh words with the way your pussy clamped around him.

“Y-Yes, I’m a whore for your cock! ..Aaaah, - I’m a whore for my stepbrother!…” You loudly moaned out your confession. He had his usual amused smirk which would normally make you want to slap him, but of course you would let him get away with anything when he was fucking you this good.

“Fucking shit, I’m going to cum….and I’m not pulling out. I’m going to plant my seed inside of you, sunny…you can’t be my sunflower without my seed.” He joked, briefly chuckling before it was replaced by his moans and grunts again.

The thought gave you another level of arousal, a need to have him fulfill what he had just proposed to do. “Cum inside of me, Bryce!” You whimpered as he pumped into you faster, his balls hitting your clit, giving you another shock of stimulation. “Ah! ~ I want you to fill me up!..n-need you to breed me!..”

“I know you do…gonna stuff you full of my spunk…every single drop inside your womb.”

He jackhammered into you with such intensity, it was overloading you with how close you were to cum. Bryce clenched his jaw as he felt you tighten, and he felt he was on the edge of orgasm too.

“Milk me, - Ooh holy shit! Take your stepbrother’s cum. Theeere you go, - good girl. Fuck!..” Bryce moaned as his thrusts became static. He let out a series of breathless pants as he stilled, pumping his load inside of you while your cunt clenched around him while you rode your orgasm.

“W-Warm…” you whimpered when you felt Bryce’s spend coat your insides, feeling some of it drip out from where you are first connected.

He pulled out and made no effort to stop his cum from oozing out of your cunt and onto his bedsheets. He was more willing to put his bedsheets in the washing machine than move.

He kissed the back of your head and loosened his hold on you. “Do you feel good, sunny? Did I fuck all the bad feelings out of you?”

“Mhm..” you hummed positively as you reached for his face and shared a loving kiss before you settled in a more comfortable position. “So…how is this going to work? Do we tell them or wait?” You asked as you began to wonder what was the next step.

“We can begin with telling Maya….she would accept us easily. As for your mom and my dad? Haven’t thought that far ahead yet. Maybe it’s best if we keep it from them for a while. I need to charm your mom more often if I don’t want her to kill me.” Bryce laughed, and you couldn’t help but snort.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s for the best…” you said above a whisper as you stared up at the ceiling.

Bryce couldn’t keep his eyes off you though, and held your chin to look at him again. “Hey….I love you, my sunflower. We’ll be just fine.”

You blushed, realization hitting you of how well spoken Bryce was with his words, and your heart thudded harder than they ever had with Hayden.

“I know,…I love you too, Bryce.”

He was perfect for you.

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Kinktober 2022, Day 31: Coercion

To the Brotherhood

Summary:  Carter and Bryce have the biggest surprise for you

Pairings:  Carter Baizen X Reader X Bryce Langley

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, road head, groping, implied fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, double penetration, anal sex, praise kink, creampie, gang bang, mentions of murder, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.8K

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You run out ahead of the two boys who just wouldn’t leave you alone.  Turning back to look at them you giggle, as they try to reach out for you, “Missed me again, Carter!” You continue running, until Bryce is able to catch up, jumping in front of you, and Carter comes from behind.  

“Caught you, Starlight,” Bryce says, placing an open mouth kiss to your neck.  Carter’s hands start to roam around your hips, dipping lower when you push them away.

“No, no sharing yet.”

“Why?” Bryce whines.  He sticks his lower lip out, while Carter rests his chin on your shoulder.  “We’ve been taking turns and watching for awhile.  Can’t we just try and share?”

“Yeah, Starlight, we will be so good for you.”

With Carter’s arms around your hips, and you grow wetter by the second, you look at Bryce.  Would it be so bad, and terrible if you just let them share you like they had wanted.  Taking turns with them had been fun.  You loved having Carter taunt Bryce, while he slowly stroked his cock.  Or when Bryce had you in the floor fucking into you, while Carter pretended to be watching a movie.  The strain in his pants proved just how much he had enjoyed the show.

“Have you ever heard of men sharing women?”

“You have no idea,” Carter responds, nibbling on your ear.  “Come on, let’s go back to the house,” your body stiffens up.  There was something off about that house.  The boys wanted to act that you were being silly, but there were secrets within those walls.  

“Why don’t you tell me who else lives there?” You cock up your eyebrow, pulling Bryce closer to you and Carter.  Letting them get a tiny taste of sandwiching you.  

“Why is it any of your business?  It’s just an old frat house. Some of the alums visit with their wives, or girlfriends, and they like things to stay quiet.  I think they’re all there tonight.  Maybe after we’ve got you loosened up, you can meet them,” Bryce’s slots his lips against yours, while Carter kisses along your neck.  His body rocks into the back of your ass, and it just felt so damn good.

“But, won’t people hear?” You pant out.  Carter smiles on your neck, starting to nip at the sensitive area.  “I mean won’t — people care?”

“A couple of the members are in a poly relationship.  This isn’t just sex,” Bryce’s hand kneads on your tit,  and you start to melt on him.  “It’s nothing, and even if there weren't others, who cares?  Don’t me and Carter make you feel good?”

Carter’s hands start drifting up your dress, and your body folds, pushing your ass into him, whimpering out both of their names, “Wouldn’t you like to know what we both feel like in you?  We would treat you so good, it would open up so many more opportunities.  They’ll love you.”

“I want both of you,” your voice was already wrecked, and they hadn’t done anything.  Feeling over your body out in the open, and you really just wanted them inside of you.

“Of course you do,” Carter says as a car pulls up.  He opens the door letting Bryce and yourself crawl in, and gives a nod to the man in the front.  You were letting their hands continue to tease you, not caring that there was a girl leaned over in the front seat.  Her head bobbing on the driver’s dick.  You didn’t pay any attention to her gagging as she sucked the life out of him through his cock.  Or notice how that car was randomly right where Carter and Bryce needed them to be.  No, you didn’t care.  

You had a leg draped on either side of them as they took turns palming you over your covered core.  The three of you in the oddest make out ring.  Taking turns with each other, or you watching the two of them.  Biting on your lip, when Carter dips below your panties.  “Fuck,” the woman in the front seat grunts.

“Shh, you only got to go because Muffin and Justin couldn’t handle anymore.  Back to work,” he says, pushing her back down.  He pulls into the clubhouse, and gives a nod to the two boys, “We’ll be seeing you later.  Fuck, right there.”

Picking you up, Bryce lets your legs wrap tight around him.  His hands lifting you up, rubbing your sex over him, “She’s so hot, Carter.  She won’t need any prep.  Are you excited about finally taking both of us?  How do you want us?  Your cunt, ass, or mouth?”

You mewl as he takes you into a new room.  A gigantic mirror on the wall, to better watch them tear you apart.  With a look at your reflection, you knew it was going to be a long night.  “Not my mouth,” you sigh as Carter starts to take your clothes off.  Making sure to give you plenty of kisses over your heated skin.  Bryce walks to the side, hitting a button to start recording the session, but also grabbing up some lube.

Walking back to you, he stumbles trying to get out of his clothes, “I want her ass,” he says with a grunt.  Carter didn’t care, he just wanted the three of you connected finally.

He squirts some lube on his cock, while you start to crawl over Carter.  Not waiting for Bryce as you start to ride Carter.  You look over at the mirror watching as you work yourself over him.  Able to see Bryce smirking at you, before walking behind the two of you.  Pouring some of the lube out on your tight hole.  He watches you fuck Carter a moment, before grabbing at your hips.

“Stop moving, Starlight,” he runs his tip over your puckered hole, massaging over the tight entrance before he pushes through.  You gasp at the intrusion.  Sure they had each had your ass, but your cunt had been empty.  Now here Carter was petting over your face, while Bryce took his time sliding into your ass.  Stopping only when he bottoms out, and you release a deep moan.  The both of them kiss over your sticky skin.  “You took us both so well.”

“It was like you were made for us.

“I always knew you had it in you.”

“I bet you feel us in your stomach, huh?”

Non stop praises over and over again, while you try and focus on the torturous pleasure.  Out of your mind and out of your body, just pure euphoria.  You had taken them both at the same time, and there was a beauty in it. A fullness you couldn’t explain, nor would you want to.  It was just Carter, Bryce, and you.  

Both of them stare at you like the goddess you are.  Their hands soothingly touch over your body, such a juxtaposition to the way that they rut into you.  Carter was more smooth, while Bryce was grabbing you.  Neither could get enough of you, or this moment.  You were clenching around them in minutes, and a pleasure that makes everything go white rushes over your body.

“Did you come already?” Bryce asks, taking a nibble of your shoulder.  His pelvis barely pushes into you, while he watches you come back down from your high.

“Oh, Bryce, she’s in for a treat then.  Go on and finish, she’s got a long night ahead of her.  You’re finally going to become one of us.  You want that don’t you?”

“Yes.  I want to always be a part of you.”

“Good.  To the brotherhood,” Bryce grabs tightly to your hips, and stabs into your ass.  Utterly destroying you, while Carter tries to keep you relaxed.

“What’s mine is theirs,” he smiles at you, but you were too busy, laying your body on his chest.  Letting the two of them make a mess of you, while you enjoy taking them both.  Your body accommodated them both so well, and that was a good thing.

You squeeze onto Carter’s arms as Bryce pounds into you.  Both of their cocks twitch inside your body, and you wonder if this was always what it was going to be like.  Would you always feel this good with them?  But when their spunk fills you to the brim simultaneously with the three of you coming, you know it’s true.

“Move aside, boys,” that was a new voice.  You peek around you and Bryce and see your professor standing at the door.  “It’s time to start your new life.  Thirty-two more times.  You know the rules.  Don’t cum in her.  If she passes out, keep going.  When we’re finished, Carter and Bryce will stay with her.  Feed her, give her water, massage her aching body, and then she’ll be fitted with her own bracelet.”

“What’s happening?” You ask as Bryce gets off of you.  Carter pushes you to the side as more men come into the room.  “What’s going on?”

“Starlight, you wanna be with us, right?”

“Y-y-yeah,” your legs get jerked down the bed, as a large man starts to take himself out.

“This is Ari,” Bryce lets you know.  Ari’s hand runs up your slit, watching your boyfriends cum ooze out of both of your holes.  “There are more.  We protect our own.  So we need to be a part of one another.  Just take it like a good girl.”

Ari’s length slams into you, and you chirp looking at them.  “It’s the only way we can be together,” Carter lets you know.  Sitting on the bed beside you as he pets your hair gently.  “We take care of our own.  They have to know that you’re worth taking of.”

“They?”

You watch confused as men upon men walk into your room.  All staring at where Ari connects to you.  His pace was brutal.  His hands tight on your body.  Counting thirty-two more men.  “They don’t have to touch you after this.  But they will protect all of us.  We’ll have a good life.  You understand don’t you?”

Ari’s thumb presses on your clit, and he gives your little bean hard tight circles.  “You won’t remember most of us,” Ari grunts, shooting his load up your chest.  “But we’ll all remember you,” he taps on another man’s shoulder while he moves to you.  Flipping you around on your knees.

“It’s a business deal, Starlight.  Welcome to your new life.  Just relax.  We’ll take care of the rest,” Bryce lets you know that his name was Frank that was commanding you.  

“Okay,” you whine, and both the boys move to pet your skin.

“We’ll be with you the whole time.”

“And, should they hurt you, we kill them,” a man with long hair leans down beside you, brushing your hair out of your face.  “Just ask Rumlow’s girl.  She now belongs to Steve and Bucky.  We don’t hurt our Omegas.  We protect them.”

Pleasure courses through your veins as Frank lets his spend spurt on your ass.  His absence was quickly replaced by another.  And then another.  And another, losing count and consciousness, but you were welcoming it.  Protection.  Love.  A built in family.  And above all else…TO THE BROTHERHOOD.

THE END

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³.⍭ 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝟐/𝟐)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | ghostface!ex-boyfriend!Ari Levinson x airhead/dumb!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | soft DARK/DARK!Ari, obsessed/controlling!Ari, possessive/obsessive behaviour, manipulation, blood, murder (not in detail), side character(s) death (it had to be done). implied: stalking. dumb!reader, size difference: 6’10!Ari, condescending!Ari, DD/LG undertones, manhandling, alcohol, weed (edibles). SMUT - minors DNI, fingering (f), non-con/dub-con: aphrodisiacs & stealthing, unprotected sex (p in v), daddy kink, choking, p*ssy spanking, mating press, dirty talk, rough sex, spit kink, dacryphilia, degradation, heavy dumbification, size kink, breeding kink, squirting, creampie.

𝗪/𝗖 | 9.71K

𝗔/𝗡 | thank you everyone for being patient with me, we all know pacing is my enemy and I can’t write anything short ever. mean daddy!ari makes an appearance here, so do a few of his fellow frat bros. As always, all mistakes are my own and i hope you all enjoy !! 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | ˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Am I stupid?” 

“Huh?”

“My friends say I’m not the sharpest… that’s why Ari treated me that way.” 

Bryce opens his mouth to answer, but quickly rethinks his blunt: “yes, you are.” 

In a way, your friends were right. It was rare for you to be out of that dreamland of yours. You were a little stupid—okay, maybe a lot stupid, but that surely wasn’t a bad thing. Everyone knew about Ari’s domineering attitude, and how he babied you and treated you like his property. 

Bryce is only frustrated because he didn’t get to you first. Now that you’re single, free from your overbearing six-foot-ten ex-boyfriend, he can take his chance. 

“I think you have a particular way of figuring things out, but that isn’t bad. It’s just you.” He gently pinches your cheek, and you smile shyly, “There’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. Nothing at all.” 

Through the eye mesh, Ari watches you giggle and sip from the new solo cup. You’re practically snuggled into Langley’s arms, giving him that dumb-spaced-out look as you listen to whatever shit he has to say. His fist tightens around the aluminum handle when Bryce’s fingers trace up your cheek, drifting to your shiny forehead.

“You’re burning up.” He can barely read his lips through the dim red lights. 

You blink slowly and nod before your head falls back. A hot feeling builds in his stomach, either rage or desire, as your thighs clench and you subtly rock against the couch. The hem of your dress rides up your flesh, exposing the delicate white nylon begging to be torn—sliced to shreds. 

It was a shame, you being so woefully ignorant to leave your drink unattended while you and Bryce danced and mingled. You were lucky Ari was there to watch it—and slip in some crushed pills. A part of him was disappointed that when you returned and drank it all, not thinking about the creeps who would take advantage of you. 

Better him than anyone else. 

That’s what he found sickeningly comforting until Bryce brought you some more brownies directly after and shoved them into your pretty mouth. Anyone could smell the desperation radiating off of your body, and judging by the way Bryce was licking his lips, he was seconds away from devouring you on the damn couch in front of everyone. 

If only Bryce knew that you wouldn’t need anything else after those pills. The brownie was overkill, but Ari did love it when you were just a needy, whiny, dumb whore. 

Despite being dumped over text, Ari couldn’t escape you. You were plastered on his bedroom walls, from framed pictures to love letters you’ve written him—with all your spelling and grammar errors. Your scent was ingrained in his pillows and sheets, regardless of how many times he’s washed them. Dashes of pastel and lace were in every drawer and cranny, from your flimsy panties to itty bitty skirts that always showed your ass. 

You haven’t asked for any of your belongings back, and he wouldn’t tell you what he’s done with your favourite lacy underwear. He wants you to wear them without a clue that they’ve been covered in his seed while he rewatched the tape of you in one of your tiny cotton shorts, the crotch pulled to the side as he fucked your ass for the first time. 

He bets Bryce had no clue you were an anal slut. 

Over the booming bass and loud chatter, Ari can almost hear Bryce’s revolting thoughts—your friend has waited too long for this golden opportunity and it’s fucking soaked and needy, only inches away from him. 

Moments drag on and Bryce stands to leave, telling you to wait while he gets you cold water. Ari watches him waltz into the kitchen and check the fridge but comes up empty. On the way out, he swipes a brownie and goes to the garage. 

Ari follows after him, being masked and unrecognizable, he’s able to blend in with the bustling mob. He lingers around corners and spots the strobe lights don’t hit, the pitch-black robe morphs him into just another tall impending shadow. With a casual pace, his eyes remain locked on the younger man drunkenly humming to himself as he stumbles through the halls that were getting less crowded. 

He was making this far too easy. 

A loud crash sounds through the empty hallway, bouncing off the panelled walls and expensive paintings. 

“Aw shit.” Bryce curses and crouches to assess the damage, the china is scattered across the carpet, bits and pieces of the priceless artifact owned by the spoiled brat and party host. “Fucking shit.”

He looks up at the hooded, looming figure by the door clad in a dark robe with tattered sleeves. A stark white mask contrasts with the black eyes, nose, and dramatically wide-opened mouth—as if it were screaming or crying. 

“Hey, uh, don’t tell Ransom about that. I still owe him for the other vase I broke.” He tries to laugh off the nerves. He makes quick work of covering his ass and kicks the shards under the couch. “God knows he’ll never let me over again if he knew it was me.” 

Ari locks the door after him, slowly slipping off his mask because he’d rather have his face be the last thing the shithead sees. 

“I don’t think he’ll care.” 

Bryce’s frame stiffens and he stares forward at the window, instantly making out the long hair and pale skin. Even a few feet behind, Ari is still strikingly bigger than him. 

“He’s a good friend of mine, we both see things like that as disposable.” Ari steps forward, crushing the ceramic fragments under his heavy boots, “albeit, it would be impossible to replace the original. Nothing could amount to the first, it could look the same, feel the same—but if given the choice, only a fool would choose the fake.”

“What a drawn-out way to say you’re jealous.” He quirks a brow, “I knew you’d be an obsessed freak, just let her go, man. She’s about to get something—someone who’s actually good for her.” 

“She doesn’t know a damn thing, much less what’s good for her.”

The other man glowers, “does she know you talk about her like that?”

“Does she know you’re a pervert who’s taken pictures up her skirt?” 

Bryce’s skin goes pale, all colour draining from his cheeks until the only noticeable hue is his blue eyes. He doesn’t move or even twitch, hoping the lack of movement would make him magically disappear. 

“You’ve got pictures of my girl’s cunt.” Ari could rip him to shreds and not break a sweat. “And you’re calling me the freak?” Another step closer and more delicate shards crack under his weight. “A sicko like you must get off to that, huh? I wonder what the dean would think of that, you’re already on thin ice after that changing room incident. Fucking pervert.” 

The younger man clenches his fists and grits his teeth but he doesn’t speak. 

“You aren’t going to ask how I found out?” Ari tilts his head, waiting for a response but he gets nothing but long, ragged breaths. “My friend is fucking the dean’s secretary and she’s got loose lips,” He smirks and chuckles lowly, “in more ways than one.” 

In terror, his gaze darts towards the back door between two towering bookshelves. The various lamposts surrounding the property call to him like a beacon, so close yet so far with the menacing shadow only mere feet away. 

Do it. Ari has always loved a chase. 

In a split second, Bryce takes off, bursting through the door with a leap and racing across the lawn.

Ari cracks his neck and slips on the mask again, his hood following suit. Under his robe, he grasps the cold handle of the knife and follows after him. His heavy footsteps halt when he grabs a sharp fragment of the shattered vase—options, options, which will he choose? 

With the taste of revenge on his tongue, he contemplates. One will do the dirty work for you and the other will for himself, his pride and sanity. He couldn’t care less about those other victims when you were so disgustingly violated multiple times, and tonight could have been the worst of all. The difference between Bryce and him is that he’d do all those sick things to you because he loves you so much, and this fucking coward just wants to get his dick wet. 

Ari picks up speed, easily following after the drunk, horrified man. They both disappear into the abyss of the night, deeper into the woods of the secluded property. One of them unknowingly races closer to inescapable doom. 

A hand cradles your cheek, the touch was so comforting and familiar that you automatically lean into it. 

“There you are, bunny.” A drawl pulls you from the shadows, “There’s my girl, are you okay?”

If that voice had a taste, it’d be warm caramel on a vanilla sundae, with rainbow sprinkles and a candied cherry on top. 

When you come to, still heavy and disorientated, your blurry ex-boyfriend is knelt by your side. “Ari? Wh-What happened?” You’re sprawled on a bed like a ragdoll. Your legs are spread wide with one hanging off of the edge and the hem of your dress barely conceals your modesty.

The brunette hasn’t stopped caressing your cheek, his gentle motions a stark contrast to the darkness in his eyes, “Bryce slipped something into your drink.” He answers calmly as the aching in your head builds to a pounding. 

It takes a few seconds for you to process his words. “N-No… He wouldn’t—he’d never.” Your heart sinks. 

“He did. He told me himself before he got into his car and drove off.” Ari explains, “I guess he got scared when you passed out and decided to just leave you here. You’re lucky Steve found you and called me.” 

Distraught and sick to your stomach, you try to stand but collapse back onto the mattress, your legs too weak and unstable to support your weight. “Feeling—ugh.” 

Ari sweeps you into his arms, “Hey now, take it easy or you’ll hurt yourself. Deep breaths, you’re getting overwhelmed.” He cradles you like a princess, his little damsel in distress. 

“My basket…” 

Ari chuckles, even at a moment like this, your priorities haven’t changed. “I’ll find it later, baby. Just gotta calm you down right now.”

You almost cry at that. Whether it was the alcohol or the drugs, you feel as exposed and vulnerable as a wilting flower. Like a strong breeze could knock you over, you’re helpless to everything—the loud music, the bright lights and the many guests downstairs. 

You feel small. 

Tucking yourself into the crook of Ari’s shoulder, you inhale his cologne. The warm musk of cypress and cedarwood seeps into your senses, followed by the gentle undertones of patchouli. You dig your nose deeper, determined to soak up as much as you can before he goes away again—you missed him so much. 

Your unfocused eyes dart around the bedroom, from the cream walls and dark furniture. The soft, expensive duvet is wrinkled from your weight and your heels lie forgotten on the floor. Slowly but surely, the lights and pounding become bearable, and you can finally hear yourself think. 

Would Bryce do that to you?

If not, why would Ari say he did?

No, Ari never lied. Lying was deceitful and wrong, and Ari would never do that to you.

It seems too soon when Ari returns you to bed. You begrudgingly abandon your safe place and get a good look at him.

“You’re bleeding!” There were red splatters on his face to his neck, a bit even blending in with his dark beard. You quickly touch your own face and gasp when the same vermillion is on your fingers, “it’s still wet!” 

Ari quickly cleans your face, a soft chuckle flowing past his pink lips. “It’s fake, bunny. Just touched up my costume before I found you.” 

Your eyes fall to his attire, the black hooded cloth draped over his massive shoulders and mask atop his head, holding back his long hair. You tilt your head. 

Ari sighs fondly and pulls down the mask, revealing the eerily expressive big eyes and elongated mouth. As haunting as it was, you couldn’t ever figure out if the expression was upset or terrified. 

“Oh! I remember that mask.” You recall all the times he’s scared his friends with it. He messed with you a couple of times too. 

“Why are you scared, bunny?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled under the guise, as he pinned you against the wall, “it’s just daddy, I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

What followed was a night tangled in his bedsheets, the mask only coming off after you came all over his length twice. Ari wasn’t satisfied until he was soaked with your essence, he’d spend hours breaking you apart, only to put you back together with loving aftercare. 

You wonder if any of that has changed now—if he’s changed since then.

He goes towards the ensuite and switches on the tap. He wipes his face with his sleeve, cleaning away the red. 

“You don’t have to take it off.” You hesitate. It was awkward to see him again, he was so nonchalant about it too. “The fake blood is a part of your costume. And you’ll need it if you leave.” 

He snorts. “If I was leaving, I wouldn’t care. It makes you uneasy.” He meets your gaze through the reflection, “You never liked scary movies anyway.”

"Bunny, nothing is happening."

"I don't care!" You squeal, shaking in his arms with your face buried in his neck. Your eyes are squeezed shut and if you could, you'd cover your ears too but you refuse to part with your big, protective boyfriend. He was your unofficial bodyguard! "P-Please, turn it off! It's too scary!"

"You said you wanted to do something fun." Ari rubs your back under your shirt, gently dragging his nails down your spine. "Isn't this fun?"

"Not fun at all." You huff in frustration and fear, trying to ignore the creepy music flowing from the speakers, it paints the entire living room eerie and deeply unsettling. "Ari, please!"

"Stop being such a baby." He scolds, spanking your ass. "It isn't even gory." 

You pull away with a pout, "not a baby..."

A slow, sinister smile crawls onto his lips. "No? Why are you crying like one then?"

"You're bein' mean..." You move to climb off his lap but he locks his built, firm arms around your waist. "I don't like it." 

He ignores you and swoops forward, kissing from your forehead to your wet cheeks, across your nose and finally your lips. He makes obnoxious puckering noises, nibbling on your warm skin until your teary-eyed sulk faded into a sweet, giggly glow. 

It never takes much to distract dumb little you. 

"How about we get your mind off it, huh?" 

"Are we gonna go upstairs?" You ask cluelessly as he lays you on the couch, bracing himself above you. "You said you'd help me with my math homework?"

"I know, baby, I know." Ari sighs softly, lowering his hips between your spread thighs. "You still don't understand? I just tutored you last week." 

"I-I tried, but it's still too hard!" You sputtered, "I promise I did all the steps you put on the checklist, but I just—I can't, daddy." 

He coos, "Don't worry, bunny. I'll dumb it down for you again."

Your eyes flutter shut when his hard length rubs against your core, and only then do you notice the sticky mess. You squirm, embarrassment flooding your body. 

"You're so wet, baby, how long have your panties been soaked?" He asks, kissing from your jaw to your neck, his thick beard tickles your skin. 

You moan quietly, "I d-don't know, daddy." 

"Pfft, what do you know, ya little dummy." His voice lowers as he rocks subtly into you, his muscles flexing under his weight, "Just let me feel you, yeah? You've been grinding on me all fuckin' day."

You lazily blink up at the ceiling and don’t realize your hand is drifting between your thighs until his voice rings out, “how are you feeling?”

“Uhm—hot.” You immediately retreat and kick your legs in hopes of cooling down. “Like really hot, is that bad?”

He enters the bedroom again, clean and devilishly handsome, “Yeah, I think the drug is still active, it might get worse before it gets better. Did you have Jensen’s brownies too?” 

“Oh… only a few. Should I go,” an odd tingling sensation flutters through your body as you sit up, you feel lightheaded, “to the hospital?” 

“You could.” Ari considers, his blue eyes trailing from your crooked bunny ears to your pout, “But what if they ask what happened to you? You’ll have to tell them what he did.” 

A dreadful weight fills your chest, sinking you deeper into the plush mattress. “...but he’s my friend.”

Ari clenches his jaw, “but lying is bad. Do you want to lie to all those people who are trying to help you? Do you want him to do that to someone else? Because I can guarantee he will if you don’t tell the truth.” He chides with a deep voice, “You know he used to snap pictures up your skirt? The drunk bastard showed me everything on his phone, the entire photo album of your cunt, like you were some cheap slut.” 

Your heart shatters, cracking down the middle and bleeding on your trembling hands. The colour absorbs all light, abandoning you in nothingness and leaks onto your pretty dress, tainting you like a white dove in viscous oil. 

No, no, no. 

“Think about all of the people you’re putting in danger just because he’s your friend.” 

“He wouldn’t do that to me.” 

Ari cocks his head, “Are you calling me a liar?”

“No! I just—” you heave, blinking profusely, “he’s my friend. He’s nice to me… or was. I don’t know!” 

“You should know by now that you aren’t the best at choosing friends.” Look at what they did to us. 

You sniffle, wishing to be swallowed whole. Ari was right, your judgement was severely lacking and more often than not, it led you to a road of pain and loneliness. 

Could it be that you’ve never had good intuition?

But you picked him, didn’t you? No, Ari picked you. He chose you above everyone else, time and time again. 

And you let him go. 

“I-I’m sorry, but he’s gonna hate me…” Your vision blurs as your eyes water, “I don’t—I don’t want him to hate me. Don’t want a-anyone to hate me.”

You thought Bryce was kind to you, but that was before tonight. It turns out, he was nothing but a creepy pervert. He violated you and acted like your friend. And stupidly naive little you didn’t notice a thing. 

“You wanted him, didn’t you?” Ari crosses his arms. “You wore all those fuckin’ skirts for him? You wanna be photographed like a dumb whore?”

“Wha—No!” 

“You did or you still do.” His expression hardens, a deep wrinkle settling between his dark eyebrows. “And everyone’s going to say it’s your fault too.”

You quickly shake your head, wispy no’s tumble from your mouth. That seemed like the only word you knew. 

“Did you let him drug you because you wanted him to touch you? If you did, just admit it now.”

“I didn’t…” Your bottom lip wobbles, shiny tears prickling at your waterline, “Ari, please. I only…I didn’t think.” You choke out, “I only want you. It’s always been you.”

And just like that, the switch flips. 

In the blink of an eye, he’s knelt next to you on the bed and is cupping your cheeks in his warm palms, “Hey, hey, no need for the tears. We could stay here until you calm down and can make the decision yourself.”

“Can’t.” 

Ari’s chest vibrates with his deep growl. He fights every urge to taste those tears on your pretty cheeks. “Can’t what?” 

“Can’t think—don’t wanna.” You blubber helplessly, all too overwhelmed with his accusations. “Don’t make me, please.” 

“Oh, poor bunny.” He coos, thumbing your cheekbone dusted with glitter. The sparkles are washed away by your tears and make you look even more divine. “I know. I know you can’t think for yourself. That’s why you had me, right?”

You cry harder, beautifully needy and miserable, just how he liked you to be. 

“Had me make all the choices for you, do all the thinking and all the work.” He hungrily licks his lips, watching the droplets seep into the corners of your mouth. “Because daddy always knows best. Ain’t that right, bunny?” 

“Missed you, daddy.” You manage through hiccups and weakly clamber into his lap. You nuzzle his chest, holding one of his hands to your cheek to ground yourself. 

Every part of Ari was your haven. Whenever you sought comfort, you found yourself in his presence, grasping for any piece of him you could reach and holding on with all your might. There wasn’t an instance when he didn’t provide that sweet security, especially now when your head is so muddled and lost. 

If only you knew what those very hands did an hour ago. 

“Daddy missed you too, princess.” Ari murmurs, massaging the back of your neck and feeling the tense muscles under your skin, “But you broke up with me, remember?”

“Didn’t wanna! My friends—they made me feel dumb for letting you treat me that way.” 

“And, where are they now?” 

You shrug, “Dunno, they left me a while ago.” 

It’s terribly sad that you don’t know they’re already dealt with and their miserable lives were put to an end at the hands of three masked men. They were gone before he even touched Bryce. 

All of them are burnt to a crisp, their bruised and battered bodies utterly unidentifiable. You’ll ask about them soon and he’ll play the concerned boyfriend as always, then return the next day to get rid of the remains. 

Sometimes it feels like clockwork, except this time, he had the help of two close friends. 

He wonders if you remember that stranger who kept you company when he was late for your cafe date one day. Tired and sweaty from practice, Ari waltzed in to find you in a friendly conversation with the other man. Laughing and chatting like you’ve known each other for years. 

Lucky for him, the stranger was just another drifter. No family, no home, no friends—except for you, of course. Shortlived that friendship was. 

It takes you a while to calm down but Ari never leaves your side. He rubs your back and hums softly, letting you soak his clothes with your tears. He’s painfully missed holding you like this, feeling the little trembles of your body against his and hearing each stuttering word fall from your lips. 

You used to cry to him for everything. A late assignment or a failed test—tears, or the store ran out of your favourite comfort snacks—even more tears, perhaps the most you’ve ever cried was when you thought you lost Hazel, the stuffie he gave you. 

What’s even more upsetting is when he found it in your friend’s dorm, along with the rest of his gifts to you. 

Good riddance, your friends deserve everything that came to them. He hopes they burn in hell. 

Eventually, he leaves to get some water for you. He wears his mask while passing through the still ongoing party, dodging drunk students as they screamed to whatever song was blasting through the speakers. 

He retrieves a water bottle and some snacks before heading back to the bedroom. Upon reaching the second floor, he flips up the mask and spots a tall figure clad in brown, baggy clothes and leaning against the wall. 

“How is she?”

“She’s still a bit shaken. I’m taking her back to the house later so she can sleep it off.” 

Steve nods, fixing the worn, burlap mask atop his head. “Okay, do you want me to stay for some extra help? You walked here after all.” 

“No, I’ll just call a taxi.” Ari slaps his shoulder, taking out the single key to unlock the door. He couldn’t let you get away as soon as he got you back. “You should head back home before some cheerleader rats you out to coach again.” 

Aside from the obvious, their disguises are also because the coach had annoying rules that forbid partying before a big game. It wouldn’t be the first time they were scolded after someone reported them.

Mr. Nice Guy Steve had arrived at the party earlier and kept tabs on you like any good friend. He called Ari right away when you were getting close to Bryce. Unfortunately, sweet as he was, Steve was just like you. Dumb and dim, and painstakingly benign. He failed to notice Ari was already there, and so were Curtis and Bucky. All of them masked and with dark intentions. 

It wasn’t like them to leave him out of things, but tonight it was vital he remained unaware. 

“I hope she gets better soon. Bryce is a fucking asshole for doing that.” The solemn expression on Steve’s face transforms into determination, “You know I’ll always have your back.”

“I know.” Ari smiles, and a tinge of something more lurks in his eyes. “You’re my best guy, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I think you’ll be my best man too someday.”

The blond laughs and walks towards the stairs, his brown velvet suit complements the vintage-style decor. “Someday as in a few months?”

“Less than a few if I get lucky.” 

Steve pulls the burlap mask down, concealing his features but Ari knows he’s wearing a crooked grin. “I don’t think you need luck. She needs you, I know it.” 

Ari knows it too. 

Beyond the door, you’re still sweating up a storm with your hand tucked between your legs, desperately rubbing yourself over your tights. The door opens and you hurriedly hide your wet fingers under the bed sheet, blinking up at the intruder with wide eyes. 

“You okay, bunny?”

“Y-Yes, uh, are you?” Your chest rises and falls unsteadily. 

He nods, his gaze drifting over your sweaty skin and hard nipples. “They left with some guys just now.” 

“...Without me?” 

Ari shuts and locks the door behind him. A deep frown plays on his lips, “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t have a chance to tell them about you, I just saw them drive off.”

As expected, tears well up in your eyes for the umpteenth time that night. Poor little you, your delicate soul probably couldn’t take anymore. 

He sits next to you and wraps you in his arms, “I’m so sorry. It isn’t right of them to treat you this way. Like you’re garbage on the side of the road.” 

While that was true and they were hypocrites for saying how badly Ari was treating you only to treat you even worse, that wasn’t why you were crying.

“They don’t deserve you, bunny, much less your pretty tears.” 

“N-Not crying ‘cause of that.” You whine against his neck. 

“Why then?” He asks although he already knows the answer. 

You don’t speak and shamefully open your legs, refusing to meet his eyes. The fur of your dress rides up, revealing a soaked patch of your panties through the white nylon, and the wet spot on the bedsheet. “H-Help me, please?” 

Every inhale brings your scent deep into his senses, snipping the final threads of self-control. “I don’t know, bunny. It isn’t right.”

“But I want you! I never wanted to break up, never wanted to leave you…” You sniffle, bringing his hand to your core. His long, thick fingers barely brush your tights, but having him this close is enough to send shivers down your spine. “My friends pressured me—and I still want you. Need you, daddy.” 

He groans, letting you helplessly grind against his hand. “Yeah, baby? You want me to take care of you?” That glazed look in your eyes almost brings him to his knees. “I’ll help you, but on one condition.” 

It was remarkable how you got this far while being so dim.

“Knew you’d like this. My bunny hates scary movies but gets soaked even when I’m wearing this—” In a daze, you stare at the black eyes, getting lost in the endlessness. The hand around your throat tightens, “There’s my little dummy—you get your tits touched and lose your fuckin’ mind.”

You should be scared or at least on edge with him mounted above you, broad shoulders blocking any source of light. His skin is already covered in your nail marks, from his neck to his lower stomach, just above the band of his jeans. 

He massages your breast and pinches your nipple, “Are you gonna say something or just cry like a baby?” He tilts his head, dark shadows enhancing the ghostly expression of his mask. 

You cup his monstrous bulge, tears leaking down your face. “Want you in my mouth, daddy.” 

He grips your chin, digging his fingers into your cheeks until your lips pucker. “You want daddy’s cock or balls, bunny?”

“Ya kno’wha’….” 

He smirks, his hand releases your tit and his rough fingers trail down your clothed slit, “I want you to say it. I know this mouth is more than just one of my holes.” 

“Daw-dy,” You exhale shakily, “please, c-can I—ah!” You squeal when he rips a hole in the crotch of your tights, but he doesn’t go any further. His touch lingers on your inner thighs, inches away from your sticky, smeared arousal. “Will you—”

He shakes your head, making you squeak, “Spit it out, dummy.” 

You weep, your jaw is getting sore from his harsh hold but you’d be lying if you said you hated it. “Let me suck on your balls, please. Need to taste them. Need them in my mouth, on my face—everywhere, daddy.” 

He lifts the mask and hums thoughtfully as if he were pondering a philosophical question. With every slow blink, his eyes get a shade darker and darker, soon becoming a colour you’ve never seen before. A twinge of panic blooms in your stomach, and for a moment, you’re scared of him, of what he could do with you in this vulnerable position, in a full frat party where no one could hear you scream. 

But he grins, his pink lips stretched in the sweetest smile that blossoms uncertainty into mindless hope. 

Then, it’s all crushed. “No.” 

“But—”

“I said to ask. I never promised I’d let you.” The mask covers his face again, but you know he’s still beaming. “You did dump me, don’t you remember? Or is your dumb baby brain too stupid right now?”

“I remember…”

“Yeah, should make you read that fuckin’ text right now.” His fingers press against your slit, immediately seeking your little button. He doesn’t give you a moment to breathe before he’s rubbing the bundle with his thumb and pinning your hips down. “But judging by your face, I think my bunny is too dumb to read.” 

“I can.” You force your eyes open, toes curling in pleasure. “I can, daddy. I-I can do it.” 

“Do you think your little head can handle reading right now?” Ari quizzes slowly. If he weren’t immensely enjoying this, he’d pity you. “Poor baby, you just wanna me proud.” He ridicules, drawing out the last word as his voice goes high. “Stupid bunny just wants praise, how adorable.” 

Someone hurt you badly, and a sick part of him wants to thank them for making you into the perfect little airhead for him. 

He adds pressure as you weakly thrust upward. His other digits join too, fucking your tightness through your soaked panties as you moan quietly. A few slaps land on your cunt, and sopping noises fill the room over the bass. You’re a disgustingly creamy mess—and the weed brownies were such a glorious overkill.

You whimper, fruitlessly trying to remove the mask. “Off, daddy. Wanna kiss you, pretty please. Missed you so bad, need—” He slaps your pussy harder, “—need you.” 

Oh, how could he deny you when you asked so nicely?

He rips the mask off and dips down, capturing your bitten lips. His tongue slides against yours as he groans heavily, “If you keep begging like that, you’re gonna regret it.” 

“Pl—Please ruin me.” You ached for him. Every part of your mind, body and soul burned for any sliver of him but at the same time, you were overwhelmed by the slightest graze of his fingertips. 

You blame the drug Bryce slipped in your drink. 

“I’ll do a lot worse, and never let you leave me again.” He murmurs into your mouth, his facial hair rubbing against your tear-stained cheeks. Then, he stands to undress you entirely. Your dress and leg warmers fall to the floor, along with your torn tights and messy panties. He fixes your bunny ears before stripping off his pants, and soon enough, he’s standing fully nude. You don’t know if it was your time apart, but he looks bigger and stronger. 

His skin stretched around his rippling muscles and coarse, dark hair mapped out all of your favourite spots. From his beefy chest and his tummy to the fat base of his throbbing length, and finally, his thick powerful thighs. 

Wait, the tiniest voice in your head pleads as he slowly rolls down the condom. With the latex snug, he leers at you and jerks his cock slowly, his fingers meeting around the girth. You watch as the angry red head immediately fills the tip with pre-cum and your core throbs, awakening a hunger inside of you. 

He kneels on the bed, “What’s wrong?” 

“No–Nothin’...” You gulp and surge forward. “Need you, daddy. So bad.” You mutter against his lips, sucking his tongue messily. Saliva is exchanged and smears down your chin, following in the trails of drool and tears. Your makeup is beyond salvation but he thinks you’ve never looked more angelic. 

Ari lies on his back and pulls you on his lap, your creamy folds enveloping his length. He rubs up and down your sides. “You know what to do, bunny.” 

You obediently nod and rock against his cock, pouting at the latex barrier. You quickly shake that thought from your head, you’ve never had unprotected sex and you won’t start now. 

You focus on rolling your hips, rubbing your swollen button against him as he slides along your soppy folds. The mushroom head pokes out every time you thrust back and his sack brushes your opening, getting covered in your arousal. 

When your cream covers him from base to tip—and his firm lower stomach too which surprised you because you’ve never gotten that messy before—you lift onto your knees and gently grab him. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, still too thick for your fingers to wrap around his width. You angle yourself and his tip circles your hole, catching on it before popping back out. 

“Deep breath, bunny. Open up for me.” He coos softly, holding back from pulling you onto his cock and fucking you stupid.

You dumbly nod, biting your lip as you sink down again. The fat head breaches this time, feeding your needy hole. You slowly start bouncing, bracing yourself on his beefy chest and fucking yourself on his tip. Overstimulation prickles but you force yourself to ignore it. 

“Take more, baby, you can do it. Stretch your little pussy for me. All the way down.” His deep growl contrasts with your high-pitched gasp. “Don’t you wanna feel me in your tummy?” He’s missed that initial resistance of your tightness, the way your hole would struggle to take him as if he hadn’t fucked you with his dick and a few fingers before. 

Taking a deep breath, you sink further. A choked whimper escapes from behind your clenched teeth when he slides deeper. His protruding veins drag along your pulsating walls until his balls are flush against your ass. All air is shoved from your body, making room for his dick. 

Ari groans, losing himself in your heat, “There’s my good girl. Daddy’s so fuckin’ deep, yeah? That’s why you’re crying like a little baby?”

“T-Too big, da—ddy.” You gasp, thighs tensing at his sides. Little exhales shake your frame, that drug wasn’t holding back. 

You can’t ride him, not in this state of mind and he knows that. So, he helps you out. His fingers dig into your flesh, moving you back and forth on his cock. The bulbous tip hits your special spot insistently, and your clit grinds against his pubic bone, the dark tufts of hair sending tingles through your body. 

“Look at that fuckin’ mess. Leaking all over me, that little fuckhole must’ve missed me, huh?” His eyes bounce between your face and the stickiness covering his skin, all coming from your weepy core. “Missed me so badly you can’t even think right now. Cockdrunk little bunny.” 

You want to do more, but you don’t know what. 

It’s a good thing Ari knows, he knows you better than you know yourself. He knows that your head is all jumbled right now and nothing makes sense. He also knows that you want to feel his warmth skin-to-skin, the weight of his bare cock against your throbbing walls. 

You don’t know it, but you want it. You’ve always wanted it, and that’s why he’s broken or taken off the condom every other time you’ve had sex. This was no different, besides the hints blood still on his neck and arms, and the missing necklace from your throat. The same one that one of your stupid friends delivered to the frat house, along with a note scribbled in blue ink: ‘don’t contact her ever again.’ 

As if they ever knew what was good for you—as if they could protect you as he has. 

Seeing your collarbones rid of any sign of him, he yanks you down by the back of your head, locking you close with his hand around your throat. “Speak up, dumb bunny. You’ve got a mouth for a reason, tell daddy what you want.”

“But, uh! I-I don’t know!” You lift off of him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you grind against his cock. Your slick smears to his abs and down to his balls, making a whole damn mess of his lap and the sheets underneath. 

“Put me back in.” 

You shake your head, a burning sensation zips through your system, “C-Can’t—don’t know what’s happening—daddy.” If you weren’t so gone, you’d be embarrassed about the rush of slick pouring from your cunt. 

Ari huffs and easily lifts you off of him. Your body flops onto the mattress, the cool sheets soothing the heat momentarily, but the confusion is still high. 

Why was this happening?

Bryce. It was Bryce. And this could’ve been with Bryce instead. 

While you cry into the pillows, helplessly clenching your thighs, Ari slips off the condom. He crawls behind you, keeping you on your side while slipping his arm under your head and pressing his chest to your sweaty back. His nose nuzzles in the crook of your neck and he delicately lifts your leg, guiding himself to your hole and thrusting forward in one go. 

You moan loudly and convulse, “O-Oh, wait—”

“Hush, sweetie, let daddy take care of you.” 

You go slack when he presses balls deep, his heavy sack flush against your soppy hole as his length throbs within your walls. His skin tingles with desire and pride. It’s been too fucking long since he’s felt your bare skin against his.

“How does it feel? Is this better?”

“Mhm, so much better, daddy.” With a stupidly blissful smile, the heat inside you is finally bearable, you don’t know if it’s the position, or maybe you just missed him so much, but this is better than anything you could’ve dreamt of. “What did you do?”

“Nothing you need to know about, bunny.” He rocks slowly, wet noises filling the room over the muffled bass. 

He fucks you like that. Pounding you on your side, keeping you firmly against him as he tears your little cunt apart. His tip slams into your spot ruthlessly and he groans and grunts into your ear, whispering filthy things you can’t hear over the rush of blood in your head. 

You can hardly breathe with his bicep locked around your throat. Drool drips down your chin as you gasp for air that’s no longer there. Your mind goes blank and sparks dance along the inside of your eyelids, painting a photo of him—your saviour and captor. 

“Should’ve never left me, bunny. Could’ve been fucking you like this every day.” He digs his nails into your leg, messily kissing your jaw and you spasm in his hold. He growls when you tighten, milking him, “Fuck, just like that? I haven’t even touched your little button yet.” 

You missed him so much that having this intimacy again heightens all of your senses. You can feel him so closely, the dull thump of his heart, his skin brushing against yours and his breath fanning across your neck. 

You loved this man with every fiber of your being. 

The gentle ghost of his lips against your cheek shatters you. 

Your juices spurt out as your legs attempt to shut, but he forces you wide open. Fucking your cunt as you squirt, coating him in the most obscene way. You just lie there, helplessly taking whatever he has to offer, and all of your surroundings mash together, blending into one another. 

“I think that’s a new record, bunny.” His voice is muddled. He gives your sensitive pussy a slap, he should’ve done this a long time ago. 

Ari manhandles you like a doll, pulling you to the edge of the bed as his feet land on the floor. Your back collides with the bed and you’re immediately bent in half, with your legs on either side of your head and your arms sprawled over the pillows. His massive frame covers you almost completely and you want nothing more than to drag your hands all over his body, to feel him.

Your dazed eyes never leave him, but he knows you’re barely comprehending anything right now. He’d bet you’d let him fuck your ass without prep. 

He loves when you look at him like that. Like he made the sun, stars and moon, and he could never do anything to hurt you—like you’d never leave him, but you did anyway. 

Rage bubbles in his stomach and he roughly slaps your creamy cunt in quick succession, the sound echoing through the room as you weakly squirt again, this time it’s far less. Electricity burns through your veins, making you cry out and quiver, trying to escape his hard spanks. 

He gets tired of your relentless whining and wiggling and finally lowers himself, inserting his bare length into your ruined, weepy pussy. He watches your hole stretch to accommodate his girth, “Look at us.” 

You take a second too long to do what he wanted, so he forces your head up and that’s when you see it. He loves the look of surprise on your dumb face. 

“A-Ari, what are you—you can’t!” 

“Hush, bunny.” He bats away your hands, “I’m gonna come in you, and you’re gonna fuckin’ thank me for it.” He lowers himself, his beefy thighs flexing from the measured, steady motion. He wants to see your reaction when he presses deeper, “And you’re gonna tell me how much you love my cum, got it?”

He rises calmly, allowing you to see your eager cunt suck him in and coat every inch of his length in your cream. You don’t know how long he does that, the seconds feel like hours as he imprints every one of his protruding veins into your inner walls. Every time he drops down, the fat head rams into your sweet spot, shoving a choked gasp from your throat. 

You can’t bring yourself to look away, even when he removes his hand. Drool seeps out of the corner of your lips as your gaze locks on his monstrous cock spearing into you at a brutally gentle pace. You shudder when his thighs tense under his hairy skin, lewdly wishing to sink your teeth into the flesh. 

He’s so much bigger and stronger than you, in an almost scary way. Just a fucking mountain of meat and muscle, an impenetrable force that could crush you like nothing. You must look comically and pitifully small and lost under him, bent in half with your face covered in spit and tears. 

The fat tip slips out with an indecent pop, he’s throbbing and hot, covered in your shared arousal. He rubs the head on your clit, dribbling pre-cum all over your sore button. 

Your next words even shock yourself. 

“Back inside—please, daddy.” You can’t do much in this position. You can only watch him leisurely trace his bulbous tip along your drippy petals, circling your hole. “Daddy—stop teasin’...”

“You want me bare, sweetie?” He asks, lazily dragging his balls over your folds. “You have to say it, or else I’m just gonna rub my balls all over your cunt and you’re gonna come like that.” He lifts easily despite being in a squatting position and stays there above you. Taunting you, making you sweat and whine. 

You stare at the string of arousal between your puffy folds and his full sack. “Daddy, I—p-please, want—”

He spits on your cunt and pinches your clit meanly, “You can do better than that. I know you’re dumb, but you know how to speak.” 

“Please fuck me—bare,” You sound utterly broken, “W-Want to feel your big cock in my little pussy, want you to pump me full. Make me your cumslut, please! Get—Get me pregnant, daddy.” 

Ari spits on your core again and lowers, penetrating you in one thrust, and pinning you down with his weight. He forces your flailing hands to hold your legs in place, keeping you wide open for his carnal gaze. The number of times he’s dreamt of having you in a mating press, one would think he was fucking obsessed. And honestly, they wouldn’t be wrong.

Your eyes roll back and you get that exquisitely stupid look on your face. He smirks, “There, was that so fuckin’ hard? Such a dumb little whore begging me to fuck you bare, you remember how you didn’t even let me finish in you with a condom on?” 

Not really, all of the times you’ve had sex, you were too fucked out to notice anything. This time was no different. 

Ari builds speed, harshly pounding down into your hole and fisting the bed sheets. “Now look at you, cockdrunk—fuckin’ ballsdrunk too I bet.” Your mouth drops open in a silent moan and all he can think about is gagging you on his sack. 

Your response is a garbled yes daddy.  

“I fucking knew it.” He drops to one knee and leans over you. His thrusts are harder at this angle and this proximity, he can see every useless thought leave your pretty head. “Little slut, you wanna be daddy’s cumdump, sweetie? You want me to fill you up and toss you aside, treat you like a stupid cumrag?”

You nod helplessly, choking out pathetic uh’s with every thrust. He’s so ruthless too, spitting on your cunt or tits, and easily overpowering your squirming body. His length forces out your juices and it leaks down your ass. 

“Begging me to knock you up, and treat this little cunt like a cumdump. I thought you were supposed to be my good bunny?”

“A-Am, daddy…”

That earns you a glob of spit on your face. “I don’t like liars. Admit it, ya little crybaby. You just want daddy’s cum in your pussy.” He admires the fat tears pouring from your eyes, “If you could see yourself now, going fuckin’ stupid for cum.” 

He’s so deep, his balls slap against your wetness as he rocks into you—stuffing you to the brim. You’ve never felt this full before. Your body begins to ache from this position, but you don’t want him to stop.

Hot streams of euphoria almost knock you unconscious, but Ari’s fingers jamming down your throat make your eyes shoot open. His chest is flushed and the red bleeds onto his face, his dark hair sticks to his sweaty forehead.

“Keep looking at me, baby. Want you to see when I breed this little pussy.” 

Automatically, you suck on his digits and taste yourself. He drops forward, completely covering you and hooking your legs over his shoulders. If possible, his dick hits deeper, and for a moment you confuse his fingers in the back of your throat for the tip of his dick. 

“Are you ever gonna leave daddy again?” He prys your mouth open, messily spitting on your tongue as you gag. “Poor girl fucked stupid already. All dumb on daddy’s dick, and crying like a fuckin’ baby. Not a single thought in that pretty head.” He pulls out your tongue and chuckles when it just hangs out, saliva smearing on the bottom half of your face, joining your pretty tears. 

You’re just a useless little bunny, crying your little heart out on his dick as if you didn’t ask for it and he isn’t doing you a damn favour—without him, you’d be a wet, pitiful mess and probably getting pumped and dumped by some shithead.

Ari would demand you thank him, but he knows you’re too cockdrunk to speak. So, he rails your tight cunt, splitting you open on his girth, claiming his rightful property. He’s determined to fuck a baby into you. 

Your senses go in overdrive when your swollen button is bullied by those same rough fingers. You cry out, trying to shove him away but he only gets meaner and pinches your bundle. You mewl and tremble beneath him, creamy and nearly shattered as he thrusts harder and deeper, hitting that rough patch with cruel precision. 

“I fucking love you, bunny.” He grunts, eyes locked on your leaking juices that only make him more ravenous. His whole cock is covered in you, and he can feel your excessive arousal dripping down his balls. “Love you so much—you’re never gonna get away again. You hear me?” He grabs your face, still torturing your clit with his other hand. “I said do you fucking hear me?”

“Yes, daddy!” You sob brokenly, struggling to keep his devious glare, “I-I won’t, uh! Promise!” 

When you clench tightly, he shudders and falls on top of you, crushing you to the rocking bed. “Fuck, that’s a good bunny.” He groans deeply, licking up your salty tears. “Daddy’s good little bunny, I fuckin’ love how stupid you are.” He bites into your throat, then soothes the spot with his tongue. 

“Luh y-you too, daddy.”

With both of his feet firmly on the floor again, one of his hands grips your shoulder and the other lands above your head, his fingers securing your bunny ears to your head. He can’t look away from your glazed-over eyes, too beautifully ruined, and teary and twinkling. “You leave me again, and I’ll do much worst next time.” 

If you weren’t all over the place, you’d wonder what he did this time.

He pulls you down to meet his thrusts, and you can offer nothing but weepy moans as your walls tighten, choking his dick, and bringing him closer to a blissful end. Your legs flail, the band in your tummy so close to snapping with every brutal pound of his hips. 

“You wanna know something, dumb bunny?” He leans down, spitting on your cheek before smearing it into your skin. The single action has you spiralling. “This isn’t the first time I’ve filled you up.”

You can’t process his confession since your body loses control. Your juices squirt out forcefully and your walls contract, almost trying to push him out but he doesn’t falter and pumps harshly. Your sharp squeal wrecks your throat as you coat him in your orgasm, soaking his cock and balls, all the way down his thick thighs. 

Ari presses your legs into the mattress, lowering his weight onto your convulsing frame. “F-Fuck, that’s it. Milk me, ya little dummy, make a stupid mess all over me. Show me how much you love me.” He hisses, his muscles tensing under his flushed skin. His cock pulses as his balls tighten, then finally, he teeters over. “Oh shit, fucking take my cum. I’m gonna fuckin’ breed this little pussy—” His words break off into a guttural groan that bounces off of the walls. Hot streams of his seed flood your insides, stuffing you full until the white pours out from around his girth.

You fade in and out of consciousness, eventually landing in an in-between. The numbness swallows you up from your limbs, slowly but surely reaching your quaking chest. You don’t know if you’re just breathing unevenly or full-on sobbing, but the wet feeling on your face suggests the latter. 

Ari pants heavily, his warm breath fanning over your cheeks. He cradles your hot, sticky cheek and slips his thumb into your mouth. In this floaty headspace, you suckle on him lightly, feeling immediately grounded. “It’s okay, sweet bunny, go to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

A brightness pulls you from that special place of dreams, and your surroundings trickle into your air-filled head.

First, you smell him. That familiar musk floods your nose in the best way, calming you like a lullaby. You could’ve fallen asleep again, but a faint conversation sparks your curiosity, so you flip over, still hugging a pillow and slowly open your eyes. 

At the doorway, two men peer in with their arms crossed. 

You wave sleepily, “G’morning guys…”

“Morning, bunny. You have a good sleep last night?”

“Yeah, I—” you yawn, “—love Ari’s bed. It’s so big and warm… nothing like mine.” 

“That’s a good thing since you’ll be staying here a while.” Curtis gestures to the side of the room currently occupied by a few of your bags and some stuffies. “Ari had us pick up some stuff from your dorm.”

Your heart swells, you missed this so dearly. 

You missed hanging out at their frat house every day, listening to them joke around and say the most vulgar things. Most of all, you missed having zero worries. Ari made everything as easy as possible for you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way, regardless of what your controlling friends thought. A part of you only wishes you realized that sooner. 

“Thank you.” You smile softly, “Did you two go to the party last night?”

Curtis waves dismissively, “Nah, we stayed in. You know coach and his dumb rules.” 

You pout. “Yeah… Wish you could’ve came though, it was fun.” You try to recall the previous night, but only get glimpses of strobe lights, cute spooky goodies and getting fucked stupid. Your cheeks heat up, “Uhm… from what I remember anyway.” 

“It’s alright, we had our own fun. Right, Buck?”

The brunet nods, almost too enthusiastically. “Most definitely. I look forward to having that much fun again.” 

“I wanna have fun too!” You lazily blink at them, not even noticing your breast peeking out from under the covers. “Can I join next time?”

Bucky chuckles deeply, “I think you’d have to ask your daddy that question, bunny. We have big boy fun, nothing that your little head could handle.” 

You give them your best pout and even clasp your hands under your chin. 

“Nice try, sweetie, but we aren’t big softies like your boyfriend.” Curtis snorts playfully, “speaking of, he made you breakfast.”

On the surface of the bedside table is a full platter of pancakes, fruit and juice. You squirm all giddily, “Ah yay! He is a big softie, right? Just a jumble of all the nicest, sweetest, kindest things!” 

How ironic of you to say that as Ari walks up the stairs, freshly showered with his hair still dripping on his shoulders. “You two are still here?” He asks. 

“We’re just checking up on the little bunny. Making sure she’s not going anywhere.” 

Ari quirks a brow, “As if she could walk after last night.” 

The two of them know all too much about that. After all, Ari had them help clean the bedroom and bring you back home. You were knocked out cold the entire time and snoring. None the wiser to the men stripping the bedroom of all traces of anyone’s presence. 

When they arrived at the frat house, you were clad in Ari’s shirt, bunny ears, and covered in cum, spit and tears. 

They thought you’ve never looked better. 

Bucky tuts, “you know, went through a lot of trouble for that little dummy in your bed. Isn’t just perfect how she doesn’t remember a damn thing?” 

The two other men hum in agreement, studying your sleepy face as you blindly eat the pancakes, humming, swaying and never once opening your eyes. 

“I’d do it again. Wouldn’t you?” Curtis asks. 

Bucky is silent for a few moments, only staring at Ari with that sinister smirk on his lips. “In a heartbeat.” 

“You sound awfully eager…” 

“What can I say? I had fun—and your little bunny wants to join next time too.”

“Absolutely not— ” Ari is cut off by the front door downstairs slamming open. 

Steve’s voice rings out, “I hope everyone’s awake! I just ransacked the farmers market and am in a baking mood, so music will be blasting all day!” 

The three men sigh softly at the obnoxious pop song ratting the house. They glance between the stairs and you, who was still eating your breakfast—except now there were pieces of fruit and syrup on your face, and you’ve reclined on the bed, undoubtedly making a damn mess on Ari’s clean sheets. 

“We’re just surrounded by idiots, huh?”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: once again, thank you very much for being patient with me !! i often find myself adding and moving parts while editing, so for me, editing can take a long while and sometimes a whole day. i don't write much of anything 'sneaky dark' if you get what i mean, so i hope you all enjoyed dark ghostface ex bf!ari !! he was fun to write !! I also wrote most of this fic while listening to brown noise, it helped me focus a lot.

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Boston Bears: Off-Limits - Rugby Player!Chris x Reader (Part 1)

A/N: Since today is the first day of the Rugby World Cup, I thought there was no better day to start this AU!

Summary: After moving across the country to escape one rugby player, you find yourself in bed with another...

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Use of Sex Toys! Oral Sex! MINORS DNI!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 1

The atmosphere in the stadium was buzzing. Even hours before a match, before the fans or even the players turned up, you could feel it. That buzz that made every nerve ending tingle and it only got more intense as the stadium filled up.

You could feel in your bones that today was going to be a good day, the dreariness of winter was beginning to disappear, well as dreary as it could get in LA anyway. The sun was shining and you knew the team were in top form, with multiple players coming back from injury just in time for the lead-up to the playoffs. Every match from this moment on counted, every point counted. There could be no room for mistakes.

You had already ensured your medical bag was fully packed and ready to go, you had multiple brands of tape because rugby players could get picky. You had rendezvoused with the paramedics that would be on site and hopefully not needed. The last thing you needed to do was go to the changing rooms to check if anyone needed strapping up.

You hadn’t even reached the changing rooms and you could hear the raucous team inside. LA was a pretty loud team, not many of them had a quiet pregame ritual, they riled each other up and became almost animalistic ready for the clashing.

But today something sounded different. The tone was different and before you even heard what they were saying you knew it was something they shouldn’t be discussing. When you actually heard what it was they were talking about you froze.

They were talking about you. And not in a nice normal way, talking about how you patched them up or helped them recover from their injuries. No, they were talking about you, about things that only a partner ever should know about. And that was exactly who was doing all the talking.

“Yeah I mean is she the best I’ve had? Fuck no. But if it helps me unwind, yeah I’ll go” Bryce’s voice boomed through the door making you nearly choke.

You had been dating Bryce for a couple of months now. When you joined the LA Lions last season you were excited to work with The Bryce Langley. He was a player with no shortage of fans, you had seen plenty of thirsty collages made in his honour. You had to admit that you also had a serious crush on him, along with many dirty thoughts about him. So when he approached you at the Christmas party and finally started returning your affections you were over the moon and you were seeing stars when he took you back to his place.

You had expected it to just be a one-time thing but to your surprise, he kept coming back. Your rendezvous became a regular occurrence. He asked to keep it secret and on the down low since he needed to focus on the second half of the season, he didn’t need his fan girls turning on him when they found out he was taken he had said. He promised that you would be exclusive so you agreed, you also wanted to delay the inevitable teasing you’d get from the team too.

You listened in as they continued to question him, the details getting more and more specific and at no point did Bryce stop answering them. 

“So you two exclusive?” You heard Brad ask.

“Hell no you can’t keep this guy down!” Bryce laughed and you just knew he was pointing at his dick “fuck I had a blonde just the other day, best lay ever” You let out a scoff of disbelief, all that talk of not seeing anyone else then was bullshit then.

Unable to hear any more you turned on your heel and made your way back towards the medical room. You only got so far though when you bumped into the head coach.

“Any of the guys need strapping up?” He asked you. 

“Oh um I dunno” you mutter scratching the top of your head “forgot some tape so just heading back to grab it” 

The coach nods slapping your shoulder as he passed “Cool, be quick” he states as he walks away.

“Yep” you say clearing your throat when you heard how weak you sounded.

Rushing the rest of the way to the medical room, breathing out a deep sigh of relief when you found it empty. You dumped your bag on the bed before bracing your hands on the edge, your head dropping as you took in a deep and shaky breath.

It was just locker room talk. Literally. It's what guys did. You had to expect it, did you really think Bryce wouldn’t talk about you? Well, you had expected him to talk when the secret was finally out, just not in that detail because it was no one else business. You tried to calm your mind that was screaming that you had been violated. What he said had been over-exaggerated, more false than true. But there was still the truth, and the others wouldn’t know otherwise.

They’d forget soon enough though. They’d be on the pitch thinking and breathing rugby, and then after they’d be getting drunk celebrating or getting drunk to drown their sorrows. It would be old news soon enough, you just had to weather this storm. You could weather this storm. 

Grabbing your bag you stood up straight and held your chin up high. You could do this. You repeated that mantra as you walked back to the changing rooms. The more you repeated your mantra the less convincing you sounded. So when you reached the changing room you took one last steadying breath before pushing inside.

The entire room fell silent as you walked in, the entire team and coaching staff looking over at you. It felt like you had just stepped out onto a stage, the spotlight on you. No, it was worse than that, because it felt like you were naked. Eyes roaming over your body, picturing all the details that Bryce had told them.

The head coach cleared his throat “Brad needs his ankle strapping” he told you before returning to the pre-match speech.

You quickly nodded your head, keeping your gaze on the floor as you walked over to where Brad was sitting in his little cubby. The back-rower filled up the entire cubby his shoulder so broad, he smirked as you crouched down in front of him, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. 

You kept your eyes down as you grabbed the tape he favoured from your bag and began to strap up his ankle. Telling yourself to focus on your job, not what could be running through his head right now.

“Hey,” he whispered getting your attention by nudging your leg with his other boot “What you doing after the game?” He asked once you looked up.

“Nothing, just going home” you answered, looking back down at the job at hand.

“Aw not gonna celebrate with us?” He says his tone disappointed.

“You have to win first” you point up, barely glancing back up at him.

“Don’t you worry about that peach” he smirks tapping you on the tip of your nose “I’ve heard you’re a lot of fun, so c’mon come out with us”

You swallowed as you felt bile rising in your throat, quickly finishing your work packing up your bag and standing up “I’m good thanks” you state before turning on your heel and hurrying away.

“All good?” The coach asked as you walked over.

“Uh… yeah… anyone else needs anything?” You ask shouldering your bag more.

“No we’re good, why don’t you go make sure everything pitch side is sorted?” He suggests glancing over your shoulder.

“Yeah of course, thank you” you mutter, breathing out a sigh of relief at the escape he was giving you.

“No worries, office is always open,” he tells you, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

You whisper another thanks, sniffling hoping the tears that were welling up weren’t too obvious. Not waiting a second more you made your way out of the changing room and away from your personal hell.

Despite the fresh air giving you a bit of reprieve, as soon as the team made their way out to begin warming up that sick feeling was back. Your ears felt hot and you could feel eyes on your back, sure enough whenever you turned around you’d spot a couple of players looking your way. Some had the decency to quickly look away, others would just smirk back at you. Brad even ran his hand through his blond hair and sent you a suggestive wink.

When the match started you found yourself praying that nobody would get injured. Something you normally did because you didn’t want a player to get injured but today you really didn’t want to go onto the pitch to fix them up. You didn’t want to give them any ammunition.

You weren’t that lucky though, cursing under your breath when you saw Bryce get up from a tackle limping. You took a deep breath as you grabbed your bag and ran onto the pitch. Bryce had already back down on the floor wincing.

“What’s up?” You ask when you reach him.

“Just cramp but fuck it hurts like a bitch” he grumbles as he rubs his calf.

“Right,” you state as you grab his injured leg and begin to stretch and massage the muscle.

“Jesus gently” Bryce complains, his head resting against the ground.

“You want the cramp the go or not” you snap back at him.

He frowns up at you “What’s put you in a bad mood?” He huffs.

You scoff shaking your head at him, not even giving him the dignity of a response. Did he not realise how shitty it was to tell the team what he did? Did he not see it as an invasion of privacy?

“That better?” You ask once you felt the leg muscle begin to relax.

“Yeah,” he grumbled as he sat back up.

“Good, drink more water you’re clearly dehydrated” you state chucking a water bottle at him harshly.

“Jesus sort your attitude out will you” he huffs as he stands back up and takes a large gulp of water.

“Fuck you” you whispered harshly as you snatched the bottle back and stormed back off the field.

When you reached the home team pitch side base you caught the head coach watching you with his brow arched. A questioning look on his face.

“He’s fine” you tell him before moving back to your seat busying yourself with your pack.

For the rest of the match, every time you had to go onto the pitch you were subject to wandering eyes or suggestive comments. By the end, even the team’s victory did little to elevate the pain you were feeling.

So you made your way to the head coach’s office tears brimming in your eyes as you walked in “We need to talk” you managed.

Chris took a deep breath, the silence of the stadium deafening as he prepared for the kick. He got himself into that peaceful, laser-focused zone. The rest of the world melted away, all that remained was him, the ball and the posts. The crowd could be screaming and he wouldn’t notice.

All that mattered was that the ball went between the posts. The Boston Bears were currently 2 points down against the Toronto Arrows with just seconds to go in the match. A last-second penalty gave rise to this last chance to get ahead. If Chris scored right now the 3 points would win them the match.

He was faintly aware of the timer going red signalling the end of the 80 minutes. After this kick, the match would be over. After this kick, he would walk off either victorious or kicking himself for missing.

His eyes glanced between the ball and the posts and back again. He found the spot he was aiming for, a man in the stands wearing a red bobble hat, if he aimed there it would go in, inches on either side could mean missing the posts, especially with the harsh angle he was forced to work with.

Taking one last breath he began his run up, his boot connecting with the ball with a resounding thud. It felt good as his boot moved through the ball, sending it flying towards the posts. But Chris didn’t take his eyes off the ball, everyone in the stadium held their breaths. 

Cheers erupted as the ball went through the posts, securing the 3 points. Chris let out a heavy sigh of relief, his shoulders and head dropping as the pressure left his body. His team came racing over to him. He barely had any time to prepare as Jensen, the scum half on the team, launched himself as Chris for a celebratory hug. 

Even though Jensen was much slimmer in build and shorter by a couple of inches, the force at which he jumped on Chris still had him taking a step back.

Chris laughed as he hugged his friend back before turning his attention to the rest of his teammates. The entire crowd was raucously cheering and celebrating, the few visiting fans making a quick exit. Some of his teammates were looking back at the crowd, cheering and celebrating with them.

As Chris turned to join them, Ari appeared by his side the second-row player wrapping his large arm around Chris’ neck putting him in a chokehold and messing up his hair.

“Never doubted you for a second Cap” Ari grinned as they walked over to where the rest of the team was now celebrating with the crowd. 

“Wouldn’t blame you if you did Levs” Chris snorts shaking his head, it didn’t matter if he’d taken a kick like that a hundred times, at the angle it was always going to be a 50/50 chance.

The rest of his teammates congratulated him on winning them the match. Chris responded each time by saying it was a team effort that put the points on the board. He spent the next 5 to 10 minutes walking around the pitch with the team, clapping with the crowds, appreciating their supporters before he was pulled away to give a post-match interview.

“Play nice” the PR manager warned as Chris let out a quiet groan when she pulled him away.

“I do play nice, at least I talk, unlike Axe who just grunts” Chris argues nodding over to Curtis who despite the win still had a frown on his face.

“It’ll be 5 minutes and then you can go celebrate and drink all the beer you want” she says patting him on the shoulder before pushing him towards the press.

Chris forces a smile as he walks over to the press, this was the part of sports he wished didn’t exist. He didn’t want to discuss a match that everyone had just watched with their own eyes, the questions were usually pretty basic and superficial too which he hated. It was the main reason he was so hesitant to become Captain. the responsibility was also a major factor he felt more comfortable with that now in his second season in the position. But the press element that he always had to do would always grate him.

“Chris! That was one nail-biter of a match, what was going through your head as you lined up that kick?” The reporter asks.

“That I better get it between the posts” Chris answers fighting the urge to roll his eyes, at least his answer got a laugh from the reporters.

“The scoreboard was pretty close in that second half, but you managed to clinch that win with that kick,” another reporter says.

Chris waits a moment to hear what the actual question was but only gets an expectant look in response, he lets out a long sigh “Yeah I mean all the guys worked hard to get back in the game, if it wasn’t for them the kick would have meant nothing, can’t take all the credit” he comments.

“Do you feel confident going into the final stretch towards the playoffs?” Another reporter calls out.

“We’re in a good position” Chris nods, he then spots the PR Manager glaring daggers at him so he elaborates “We’ve got areas to improve on and errors to correct but I feel confident that we can go all the way” 

“We’ll all be rooting for you, we’ll let you go celebrate but not before presenting you with the player of the match,” one of the lead reporters says as someone steps forward with the player of the match medal.

Chris nods and smiles as he accepts the medal despite not believing he deserved it. There were many others on the team that were more instrumental in the match than he was. Just because he got the winning kick didn’t mean he deserved it, so much so that as soon as he stepped away he removed it from around his neck.

He made his way back towards the locker rooms where the rest of the team already were. They were all cheering and celebrating when he walked in which help push away the dark press cloud that had settled over him. He walked over to Johnny who was standing on one of the benches slapping the roof as he celebrated.

“Oi Storm!” Chris called out getting Johnny’s attention “Congrats” he says tossing Johnny the player of the match medal.

“Really?” Johnny asks his eyes wide as he caught the medal.

“Yeah you deserve it more than me with that hat trick you scored” Chris nods, it had become some form of tradition for him to give up his medal for another teammate, he knew it meant a lot to them. He’d probably only kept a few and that was when no one on the team would accept it and forced him to keep it.

“Thanks cap” Johnny grins as he loops the medal around his neck and continues celebrating.

Chris chuckled as he sat down in his cubby and pulled out his phone to see the deluge of texts from his friends and family congratulating him for the win. He answered a couple, specifically his parents and siblings before chucking it away so he could change out of his kit and hit the showers. 

He’d just slipped off his boots when Coach Y/L/N walk in alongside a few other of the training staff. Chris sat back ready to hear what he had to say to the team, there was a smile on the coach’s face but Chris knew he wasn’t pleased with the team’s performance out there. 

“Well done team, that was a hard-fought win out there, we got the bonus points thanks to Storm's hat trick” Coach starts nodding over to Johnny who bowed graciously earning a slap on the back of the head from Ari “but the score line should not have been that tight, stupid mistakes were made and too many penalties given away, that needs to stop if you want to get to the playoffs” he continues his voice hard as he scanned the team “we got lucky with that penalty kick, we can’t rely on luck in the playoffs, so enjoy celebrating tonight you deserve it but don’t celebrate too hard I don’t want anyone still suffering with a 2-day hangover on Monday,” he says sending a pointed look certain members of the team who were known wildcards.

“Don’t worry coach, Evans will keep us in check” Ari smirks over at Chris.

“Nah I’m going home,” Chris says with a shake of his head.

“Oh c’mon cap you gotta celebrate with us!” Johnny complains.

“Keep them in check Evans,” Coach Y/L/N says pointing over at him.

Chris lets out a small quiet groan “Sure thing sir” he sighs.

“Good, have fun and I’ll see you all bright and early on Monday” Coach says before heading out of the changing room.

“Right, time to pre-game” Johnny says slapping his hands together before grabbing a cooler and beginning to hand out beers.

Chris accepts the bottle held out to him, he would go out but only for a couple. He trusted the guys not to go too crazy, at least not so crazy that they’d still be hungover come Monday. Popping the lid he took a long swig before grabbing his phone to ask his mom to feed Dodger for him.

Soon enough the whole team were showered and changed, making their way out. They all stopped to take photos and sign shirts for the fans that were still hanging around, even Curtis, maybe the win had put him in a good mood. Once they were done they then made their way to their favoured spot, Ruck Bottom, the only rugby-themed bar in all of Boston. 

It was a little dingy being an underground bar but Chris loved it. It was full of his kind of people and Rugby fans, but they never bothered the team. It was the perfect place to celebrate or commiserate following a match.

The team had set up base at their usual spot in the bar, Chris had stayed with them for a while before moving over to the bar under the pretence he was getting another beer.

“Hey, not in the celebrating mood tonight?” Jensen says slapping Chris on the shoulder as he slides onto the stool beside him.

Chris shakes his head “Not particularly” he says honestly “we-I didn’t play well” 

“Yeah we made some dumb mistakes and this isn’t really my scene either” Jensen admits with a shrug of his shoulders as he looks around the bar “rather just sit at home with a couple of pals and some cold ones”

A smile tugs at Chris’ lips as he looks over at his best friend “Here, here” he says tapping his beer bottle against Jensen’s. 

“But we did deserve the win so celebrate, maybe pick up a hot chick and send her friend my way” Jensen says wiggling his eyebrows.

Chris snorts shaking his head “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks Jensen” 

“No worries, and next time we can just play video games at mine, just no Mario Kart,” Jensen says as he gets back up.

“Scared I’ll beat you again?” Chris asks with a knowing chuckle.

“You promised to never speak of that” Jensen states his tone suddenly serious.

The look he gave Chris just made him laugh even more “Sure, now go on, I’ll be back over in a few” Chris laughs.

The goofy grin Jensen was known for soon returned as he patted Chris on the shoulder before making his way back over to the rest of the team. Not before not so subtly nodding to a group of girls nearby, all of which were eying different members of the team.

Chris just rolled his eyes, Chris knew this game well enough to know those girls were only there for the players. They weren’t real fans of the game and only wanted the bragging rights. While Jensen could talk the talk, Chris knew he wouldn’t handle a one-night thing like that well.

Chris returned to his beer taking a few more sips, planning on ordering one more before heading back over to the team. He had only just finished his drink when someone new slid into the seat next to him.

“Congratulations on the win, can I buy you a drink?” The woman said.

Chris’ eyes shifted over towards her and instantly began studying her. She was different to all the other girls here at the bar. While they were all dressed up for a night out, she looked like she’d been somewhere before and wasn’t planning on coming out. Her white tee and blue jeans, a stark contrast to the dresses and tight skirts everywhere else wore. That being said she was definitely the best-looking girl in the bar, she was stunning now and Chris bet she was devastating when fully done up.

“Thanks,” Chris said as he waved down the bartender “Rugby fan?” 

She nods “Big Rugby fan from a rugby family, guess you could say it was our family business” she says with a shrug of her shoulders “I’m Y/N” you say holding out your hand.

“Chris” Chris smiles shaking your hand “What do you want?” He then asks nodding to the bartender.

“Same as you,” you say nodding to his beer bottle as you move to grab your purse.

“Sure, two more please and put it on my tab” Chris says to the bartender.

You arch a brow “I thought I was buying you a drink” you point out.

“Yeah but my ma would kill me if she found out I didn’t pay for a lady’s drink” Chris argues with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well I guess I owe you then” you say accepting your beer from the bartender.

“Guess so” Chris smirks as he takes a sip of his beer, as he does so he studies you again for a moment and decides to test you to see if you really were a true rugby fan “So how do you think we played tonight?” 

You take another sip before taking a deep breath “Honestly? First half was awful, too many missed tackles it was like you guys had just woken up from a nap, and don’t get me started on the Axe’s yellow card!” You exclaim making Chris chuckle “I know he’s ruthless but he was lucky it wasn’t a red! Right in front of the ref too” 

“Careful he might hear you” Chris playfully warns.

You just shrug “I’ve not lied, he needs to be careful if you wanna get to the playoffs, don’t want him to get a ban” you point out “But the second half was good, you definitely worked hard and clawed it back, Storm’s hat trick was insane and your kick at the end was perfect, I’ve seen lots of fly-halfs crack under pressure and miss a kick like that” you continue.

Chris nods appreciatively, you definitely knew your stuff “So you watch us play often?” He asks taking another sip of your beer.

You shake your head “No, I’ve only just moved from LA, but I caught as many games as I could on ESPN” you explain.

“Wow long way to move, what brought you to rainy New England?” Chris asks.

“A job, it was kinda last minute but definitely the right move even if I am already missing the LA heat,” You tell him.

“What do you do?” Chris asks.

“I’m a medic,” you say as you take another sip of your beer.

“Admirable” Chris nods before leaning in closer “Now I have to ask because I can feel his stare burning holes in my back, but you don’t happen to have a friend for my friend Jensen?” 

You arch a brow before shifting so you could peer over his shoulder to where Jensen was sitting with the rest of the team, not so casually trying to eavesdrop.

“No sorry, my only close friend is back in LA and she’s engaged,” you say with a small shake of your head.

Chris shrugs “Oh well at least I can say I asked” he says taking a sip of his beer.

The two of you continued talking Rugby for a little bit, discussing the other team’s performances in the League. You had a lot of good insights into the LA Lions which Chris found helpful considering they were their main rival for the championship cup. What surprised Chris was that the conversation easily and naturally flowed away from Rugby and onto other topics. His plan of heading back to the team was completely abandoned because he was having so much fun with you. 

“Now,” you say finishing the rest of your beer “I know a pretty cool place where I can get us some free drinks” 

Chris arches a brow “Oh really where?” 

“My place” you smirk making Chris chuckle, that was very smooth “The only downside is non-members can’t stay the night”

That made Chris laugh out loud “How do I become a member?” he asks.

You shake your head “I can’t tell you, you just have to earn it” you tell him. 

Chris gives you a lopsided smile and nods his head “Okay… okay… I like a challenge and I do like the sound of free drinks so sure” he says waving down the bartender to settle his tab. 

You had no clue what you were doing or why you were even doing it. You had been so burnt by a rugby player before, so much so that you fled across the country and now you were taking another back to your place. As you got closer to your apartment the more you began to question it, but every time you looked up at Chris and saw his sweet genuine smile as he talked to you, you remembered how different he was to Bryce.  

You took a deep breath and reassured yourself. Chris wasn’t Bryce. What Bryce did was humiliating but you shouldn't have to change your behaviour. You couldn’t let him get to you, you just had to get back on the horse, or in this case… a different horse. 

“You alright?” Chris then asked pulling you from your thoughts. 

“Hm?” you hum in confusion. 

“You just seemed to zone out for a moment, look if you’ve changed your mind then it's cool,” Chris says stopping and turning to face you holding his hands up “I’ll just walk you back so I know you’re home safe and then I get a cab home”

You felt the feeling of dread completely seep away as you looked back up at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes. Yeah, Chris was nothing like Bryce. One, Bryce wouldn't have even noticed you closing in on yourself and two, if he did he wouldn't have cared he would have just ploughed on so he could get his fill. 

“I’m good, just got a little chilly for a moment, but thank you” you smile reassuringly. 

Without a word, Chris shrugged off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders “Better?” 

“Much better thank you, we’re not that far away” you smile tugging Chris’ jacket around you more as you nod up the street in the direction of your apartment building. 

“I’m used to the cold” Chris winks making you chuckle. 

Soon enough you were at your apartment building and unlocking the door. As Chris stepped inside he let out a quiet whistle as he looked around at all the boxes. 

“When you said you’d only just moved, you really have only just moved” he chuckles. 

“Yeah, my dad is stopping around tomorrow to help me unpack” you explain as you walk into the kitchen as grab a bottle of scotch and two tumblers. 

“Hence the no-overnight rule” Chris nods in understanding as you pass him his drink. 

“Yep, can’t risk sleeping in” you chuckle as you take a sip of your scotch “I have unpacked all the essentials though,” you say with a suggestive wink. 

“And by essentials you mean?” Chris smirks taking a step closer to you. 

You take another large sip of your scotch, practically draining the glass “Toiletries, a few kitchen bits, booze… toys” 

“I do like a good toy” Chris smirks, his voice deepening, the blue in his eyes disappearing as his pupils dilated. 

“Not threatened?” you ask arching a brow, toys were always a no-go with Bryce.

“Never” Chris grins as he downs the rest of his glass in one gulp, he then takes your glass from you and sets them both down on a nearby box “Still wanna play?” 

Your heart was beating in your chest, arousal already pooling at your core as you breathed out “Yes”

Chris instantly responded, surging forward, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he crashes his lips against yours. You instantly melted into the kiss your hands gripping his top to keep you upright. Fuck he was such a good kisser, it was like he had magic lips. You instantly started wondering what those magic lips could do elsewhere. 

Gripping onto his shirt you pulled him backwards towards your bedroom. You bumped into and knocked over boxes as you went but you didn’t care, you just focused on unbuttoning his shirt. Chris had a similar sentiment because he’d already tugged your white tee up and over your head. One large hand cupped your breast over your bra while the other gripped your jaw to keep you exactly where he wanted.

When the back of your knees hit the bed you didn’t have a chance to do anything before Chris hooked one hand behind your knees and swiftly lifted you onto the bed. The bed creaked as you landed and Chris climbed on top of you. You cupped his jaw as his lips met yours for another, more heated and deeper kiss, one that drew moans from you and had your back arching into his touch. Something he took advantage of by unhooking your bra.

Only then did he pull back, a lopsided grin growing on his face as his eyes scanned over your body. Your nerves got the better of you as you shifted to cover up, but before you got the chance to Chris bit his lips and shook his head.

“Fuck you’re so hot” he groaned.

You let out a small huff, shaking your head at the compliment. Chris responded by gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You’re so fucking hot” he repeated as he leaned back down to press a kiss to your neck “So. unbelievably. fucking. hot”

All the nerves you had disappeared as he continued to kiss and worship your body. He left no stone unturned as he worked his way down, learning how to play your body and make it sing. 

When he reached the waistband of your jeans he looked up at you, his eyebrow arched in a silent question. You knew your answer immediately, if he didn’t get your jeans off and start doing something down there you were going to explode. 

“Yes, fuck yes” you moaned, bucking your hips into his touch.

Chris chuckled and gave you a wolfish grin as he unbuttoned your jeans and began to pull them and your underwear down. He hooked a hand behind your knee, parting your legs and letting out a low groan when he caught sight of your arousal. You were pretty sure he murmured another ‘fucking beautiful’ but all logical thought disappeared when he pressed a kiss to your core. 

You were already seeing stars in your eyes and you hadn’t even hit your peak yet, you were starting to think you might not even survive a Chris-induced orgasm. Had you even had sex before Chris? Because if this was sex then everything else you’d be doing was wrong, everyone else had been wrong. 

“Shit- fuck- don’t stop right there” you moaned your thighs clenching around his head, his beard burning the inside of your thighs. 

Chris listened to your pleading, something Bryce never did, and didn’t change a thing, not even the tempo. Whenever you told Bryce you were close he just got more intense which never helped, you were lucky if you got off. All thoughts of Bryce disappeared as something snapped within you and you were hit with an earth-shattering orgasm.

You weren’t sure how long you had been lost in the post-orgasm bliss but when your vision cleared you could see Chris sitting back on his heels, a shit-eating grin on his face as he licked his lips.

“Bedside table drawer?” He asked.

“Good guess” you wink biting your lip in anticipation.

Chris grins leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste your own arousal on his lips. As he kissed you, you heard him reach out to your bedside drawer, first pulling out a condom and leaving it on the side before grabbing your rabbit vibrator. 

Your breath hitches when you heard him turn it on and press it against your core. Your hips buck into his touch as he ran it up and down your core coating it with your arousal.

“Stop messing around and get to it” you groan trying to shift closer and get the friction you needed.

This time Chris didn’t listen to your pleas, instead he pulled the vibrator away making you whimper at the loss.

Chris just tuts “Good things to good girls that wait… are you a good girl?” He asks holding the vibrator just close enough for you to feel a whisper of its vibrations.

You couldn’t quite make yourself speak so you just nodded which clearly wasn’t enough for Chris as he moved the vibrator further away “Ah-ah-ah I need those words” he says shaking his head. 

You let out a curse, eyes screwed shut “fuck- yes-yes I am” you finally managed to say. 

“And are you going to continue to be a good girl?” he asks pressing the vibrator against your clit, sending shockwaves up through your body, making your back arch. 

“Yes-yes- yes I promise” you chant hips rolling into his touch as he moves the vibrator down towards your entrance. 

“Good, because trust me sweetheart I wanna get a move on too but gotta warm you up first” he hums as he slowly pushes the vibrator into you, eliciting a loud moan from you.

One hand gripped your hips to keep you in place as he slowly pumped the vibrator into you, you could barely keep your eyes open while his were set firmly at your core, watching the toy disappear into you. 

He bit his lip to hold back a moan “fuck you look so good, can’t wait to watch you take my cock like you take this” he groaned pressing the button on the vibrator to increase the intensity. 

He pumped the vibrator in as far as it would go, the rabbit ears rubbing deliciously against your clit. He then left it there as he moved to get off of the bed “Don’t move, don’t even think about it” he instructs as he stands at the edge of your bed. 

You do as you’re told letting out a small whimper as he pulled his shirt off allowing you to get a good look at all the tattoos you had glimpsed earlier. The large eagle across his peck, the tiger just above his hip bone, along with many other smaller tattoos that you just wanted to explore with your fingers…your tongue…

He smirked to himself as your eyes gazed over his impressive chest, he definitely had the body of a rugby player, you could just see the strength those well-defined muscled held. Your attention shifted as he then began to undress his lower half until only his boxers remained. 

You let out a groan when you saw the large tent, fuck he looked big already, just the idea of him had your walls clenching around the vibrator and your head dropping back against the pillow as a moan escaped your lips. 

When you felt him climb back onto the bed you hoped he would deem you ready but instead, he cupped your jaw and kissed you deeply. A kiss that had you wrapping one arm around his shoulders to keep him there and one leg hooking over his hip, the change of angle making you moan into the kiss.

You felt Chris smirk as his lips moved from yours, making their way down your jawline and neck. Periodically nipping at your skin only to soothe it with a wet kiss. Your breathing was growing erratic as he reached your chest, he timed it so that just as his lips found your sensitive peak and sucked, he turned the vibrator up another setting making your back arch as you cursed out a moan. 

You didn’t get a second of reprieve as his hand then joined your chest to play with your other breath, the calluses on his fingers making you whimper as he tugged and played with your sensitive peak. You could feel his electric touch all over your body, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. This man who you’d only just met was playing you like a violin he’d been playing his whole life. 

“Please- please- ch-Chris I’m- I’m close I-I- just” you gasp as your shift beneath him your body unable to decide what direction it wanted to go in. 

He pauses for a second, glancing up at your as he presses a kiss in the valley of your breast “Since you asked so nicely” he murmured, reaching down once more between your bodies to turn your vibrator up to its highest setting. 

Stars exploded in your eyes as your second earth-shattering orgasm rocks through your body. You thought the first one was intense but this was on a whole other level and you just knew it was only going to get better. Your body went completely limp to the point that you didn’t even feel Chris pull the vibrator from you. 

“You’re looking pretty spent” he hums as he presses a soft kiss to your lips “wanna call it a night?”

Those words alone were enough to snap you out of the post-orgasm bliss “Don’t you fucking dare go” you warned, tone dangerous. There was no way you were going to let him leave after that, even if finally having him and a third orgasm could kill you, you were willing to take that chance.

A wide smirk grows on Chris’ lips “You don’t have to tell me twice” he says reaching over to grab the condom he’d set aside earlier. 

You watched with hooded eyes as he finally removed his boxers and allow you to get a glimpse of him. Your jaw drops when you see his sheer size, your gaze transfixed as he rolls on the condom. He wasn’t kidding when he said you needed to warm up, you thought that was just his ego talking but no he was actually being pretty humble because you didn’t think he could actually fit.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow” he smirks as he finishes putting on the condom. 

Had you actually been speaking this entire time, or did he just read your mind? His lips twitching upwards had you thinking it was the former. You bit your lower lip in anticipation as he moved to rest between your legs. Your breath hitched when you felt him brush against your core. All of a sudden every hesitation you had was gone and replaced with a dire need to just have him. 

He slowly dipped his head to capture your lips in a tender kiss as he lined himself up and slowly began to press into you. You winced slightly when you felt a twinge of pain but before you even had a chance to register it the feeling turned into pleasure. 

“Fuck you feel so good I’m not gonna last long” he groans sweat collecting across his brows which were furrowed in concentration, his words made you clench around him “Especially if you do that” he adds.

Your chest heaved as you also tried to hold yourself back, he hadn’t even begun to move and you were close, “sorry” you muttered. 

“Don’t apologise” he chuckled “Just don’t get your hopes up” he smirks with a playful shrug of his shoulders.

“My expectations have already been exceeded’ you say honestly, unable to stop yourself. 

Chris chuckles again leaning down to capture your lips once more “Thanks, my ego needed that” he smirks “You ready?”

His question brought you back to the moment and you realised how desperate you were for him “fuck yeah” you mutter hooking your leg around his hip to get encourage him. 

“Say no more sweetheart” Chris grins as he kisses you deeply and begins to move. 

He starts off slow like he promised but it wasn’t long until you were begging him for more. When you suggested this you had fully intended it to be a one-time thing so it was easier not to catch feelings, but Chris was like a first hit of a drug that you were already addicted to. 

“Fuck- please tell me you’re close” Chris groans his head dipping into the crook of your neck.

You wanted to say yes but you just couldn't find the words to utter a syllable. Instead, you settled for a vigorous nod of the head which Chris instantly got. His hand moved between your bodies until he found your clit. All it took was a few expert rubs for you to completely come apart, and your body ascended to another dimension. 

Your entire body spasmed and your walls clenched around him, pushing him over the edge right after you, pulling every last drop from him. His chest was heaving as he gently pulled out of you and removed the condom. You were vaguely aware of him disposing of it before returning to your side. 

“I know you said there was no staying over but you’re not gonna kick me out straight away right?” he asks gently brushing some hair from your face, his head resting in his other hand as he lay on his side. 

You smile softly as you look over at him, taking a moment to admire his body once more “No I don’t have the energy just yet” you smirk. 

Chris laughs leaning over to kiss you softly “Good and I promise I won’t overstay my welcome, I’m not interested in a run-in with your dad,” he says making you snort with laughter.

“Smart call” you nod smiling back at him. 

For the next twenty or so minutes you and Chris continued to talk as you recovered from your highs. The conversation flowed just like it did back at the bar like there was no break at all. 

Once you had both fully recovered you threw on his shirt as he got re-dressed “You know I’m gonna need that” he says nodding over to you as he buckles his belt. 

“You have a jacket” you point out not willing to give the shirt back just yet. 

“Yes, but I don’t think my coach will be happy if a picture of me surfaces walking home shirtless” he points out walking over to you “You do look sexy in it though” he murmurs as he pulls it open exposing you to the breeze.

“Let me keep it then” you smirk taking a step closer to you. 

Chris hums as he cups your jaw and tilts your head back to capture your lips with his. You instantly melt into the kiss to the point that you didn’t even notice him pushing the skirt off your shoulders. 

“Gotcha” he smirks stepping back and pulling his shirt back on. 

“Well played Evans” you chuckle stepping away to grab an oversized hoodie from a nearby box and throwing it on. 

“It's why I’m the playmaker sweetheart and I have one last play to make” he smirks with a confident grin. 

“Oh really what is it?” you ask arching a brow as he walks back over to you. 

“To get you’re number” he says holding out his phone to you. 

You couldn't help but laugh and nod your head as you took his phone “Not as smooth as your other moves but I appreciate it” you chuckle as you typed your number into his phone and pass it back. 

“You don’t want mine?” he asks arching a brow at you. 

You shrug “I’ll get it when you decide to text” you smirk. 

Chris lets out a huff of a laugh “Alright, well I’ll talk to you soon and I’ll let you get some rest because you have a lot of unpacking to do tomorrow” he says glancing around at all the boxes as you walk him back to your front door. 

“Urgh don’t remind me” you groan already dreading it. 

“Just gotta have a reward for when you’re done, something to motivate you” Chris suggests. 

“Yeah, you better text tomorrow then” you wink making him laugh. 

“I will, talk to you tomorrow, goodnight Y/N” Chris smiles softly as he leans down to kiss you. 

“Talk to you tomorrow, night Chris, get home safe” you say making his smile widen slightly. 

He presses another languid kiss to your lips before slipping out and heading home. As soon as you shut your door you turned around and looked around at your apartment which suddenly felt very empty. 

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CFWC F/AotW - March 10 - 16, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Battle ✒️| Tyril Sarfury x f!human!mc - @petalouda85

Blades Fanfic ✒️| Tyril Starfury & MC - @skepticalfrogcat

Names ✒️| Tyril Starfury x F!human!MC - @petalouda85

Nyx x Luna Rose 🎨| Original Characters by @lilyoffandoms C: @storyofmychoices

Second Thoughts ✒️| Tyril Starfury x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

CRIMES OF PASSION

Confrontation ✒️| CoP F!MC, M!OC - @thosehallowedhalls

Home Without (Series) ✒️| M!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls Part 4

Mama, Didn't Mean to Make You Cry ✒️| M!Trystan Thorne, Viktoria Thorne - @inlocusmads

Running on Empty ✒️| M!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

THE ELEMENTALISTS

Your Love is Sweet Like a Honeysuckle ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Griffin Langley x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

Yoga & Pancakes ✒️| Beckett Harrington x F!MC - @storyofmychoices

THE HAUNTING OF BRIARWOOD MANOR

Chicory Flowers For My Beloved ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Eleanor Waverly x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Lavander Sass ✒️🏳️‍🌈| NB!MC, Original Characters - @aallotarenunelma

OPEN HEART

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PERFECT MATCH

Alstroemeria as in Adoration ✒️🏳️‍🌈| PM F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

RED CARPET DIARIES

My Favorite Place 🎨| Thomas Hunt x F!OC by @/majoma_art (IG) C: @storyofmychoices

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Ghosted (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x MC - @kristinamae093 Chapter 11: Altering Visions

Second Chance Love (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🔥 | Liam Rys x MC, Liam Rys x F!OC - @mysticalfangirl Part 1

Turning the Page (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x F!OC - @tessa-liam Chapter 11: A Step Back in Time

Vancross (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Chapter 23: Rescue You

RULES OF ENGAGEMENT

Stitched Sunflowers ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Dean West x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

SAVE THE DATE

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Blades of Light & Shadow / Nightbound

Kit Meets Rock ✒️| Mal Volari x F!MC, Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

Immortal Desires & Murder at Homecoming

Murder at Homecoming: Harlow (Series)✒️| Cas Harlow x MaH F!MC - @korgbelmont Part 2

Open Heart & The Royal Romance

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Stuck in the Middle

Kinktober Day 10: Ruined Kink

Relationship: mob!August Walker x brat!Bryce Langley x fem!reader (hammer x the brat x vixen, Poison Paradise)

Words: ~1.3 k

Summary: Bryce suffers the consequences of his actions.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, m/m sex, mmf threesome, polyamorous relationship, dom/sub vibes, degradation, f receiving oral sex, multiple orgasms, anal cream pie, implied aftercare, rough sex, mommy and daddy kink), SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: another fun but not nearly as sweet throuple! God I love our crime daddies 🥵

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Bryce whined pathetically when August slammed his hips into his ass again, his eyes rolling back in his head when his daddy yanked his head back in his hair so the arch in his back was nice and deep even while his limbs stayed splayed haphazardly over the massive bed.

“You gonna come again you little bitch?” August grunted when Bryce just whimpered in response, leaning forward to smack him across the face as he scraped his teeth over his shoulder. “Use your fucking words, brat.”

“Yes… daddy, yes!” Bryce sobbed when August’s thick cock rammed into his sweet spot, his toes curling as his untouched dick started twitching wildly where it was pinned against the bed. “Oh… please…”

“You’d better fucking thank me this time, slut.” August growled out a chuckle when Bryce clenched hard around him, wrapping the hand that wasn’t buried in the blonde’s hair around his throat and squeezing as he drove into him like an animal. “Yeah, you fucking love that, don’t you? Just wanna be such a pretty whore for your daddy, too bad you’re so goddamn stupid. Hey there, beautiful.”

The younger man blinked in confusion at the sudden endearment, at least until he heard the click of your heels across the bedroom floor. He shivered when August kept wildly fucking into him even as you came to stand by the bed, groaning when you ignored him so you could lean forward and kiss the older man passionately before crawling next to them on the bed.

“How was your meeting, baby?” Fuck, you still weren’t even acknowledging Bryce and it was making his dick ache, August shoving three fingers in his mouth when he keened so the two of you could go through your greetings without interruption.

“Would have been better if someone hadn’t decided to come shake his ass like a fucking whore right in my damn face when I was about to get a handshake on the new territory.” August let out a pleasant rumble when your tongue swiped across his bottom lip, opting to shove Bryce’s face into the mattress when he couldn’t hold back his noises as his daddy brought him right to the edge again. “Still got the deal, but this little dumbass has too much trouble acting professional whenever we have a meeting at a fucking club.”

“Were the girls there?” You tutted and started stripping out of your clothes when August nodded, kicking aside your skirt and tossing your blouse away before laying next to them and running your fingers through August’s curls until he purred for you. “You know how much they rile him up, I told you you should keep him with you the whole time.”

“Well, he doesn’t fucking listen to me, Vix.” August growled when you yanked his head back by his hair and rubbed your nose against his, nipping at your bottom lip playfully while your free hand slid between the two of them so you could play with your toy’s balls. “Only listens to you.”

“Because you see his pretty face or he rubs that sweet little body all over you and you let him get away with almost anything.” You grinned and pecked Auggie on the lips when he rolled his eyes at you, reaching down to pat Bryce’s head when you heard his muffled sob and his body started shaking when he came again. “You’re too soft, hammer.”

“Aw, fuck you, Vix, ‘m not soft.” August pulled out when Bryce stopped vibrating, flipping the younger man on his back and grinning at the absolutely fucked out look on his face. “He is awfully pretty, though. Know what would make him even prettier, though?”

You just grinned and leaned your head on August’s shoulder as you watched your boy writhe and cry as his eyes rolled in his head, his cheeks covered in tears and drool and his chest and stomach smeared with cum as his cock still twitched slightly where it was resting against his abs. August turned his head to nibble on your jaw when you started slowly stroking his cock, his hands spreading your brat’s legs obscenely wide while he kept sniffling and hiccuping like a dumb baby.

“What could possibly make him prettier, hammer?”

“If you squirted all over his sweet face while I fill this tight little hole.” August gave you another sloppy kiss before you started climbing up towards Bryce’s face, pressing the man’s knees to his chest as he lined himself up. “Or… well, it was tight when I started.”

“Nothing stays tight for long once that fat cock is stretching it out.” You slapped Bryce when he let out a tortured sob as you straddled his face, not giving him the chance to beg before you settled all your weight over his mouth and started grinding into him as you leaned closer to Auggie.

“Mmm, I dunno.” August grinned when he pressed all the way into Bryce and ground his hips deep, grabbing both his knees in one giant fist and pressing them to the brat’s chest while his other hand yanked you forward so he could slide his tongue into your mouth. “That perfect pussy of yours always squeezes me like a fucking vice no matter what.”

“Such a sweet talker, hammer.” You purred into his mouth when your boy sloppily sucked on your clit, patting his shoulder affectionately but still not acknowledging him with your words. “How long have you been going, baby? You close?”

“Yeah, it’s been a fucking hour.” August growled when Bryce’s hole squeezed his cock again, grabbing the younger man’s balls and tightening his grip until he heard him let out a squeal from between your thighs. “Didn’t get close until I saw you though, gorgeous thing.”

“Mmm, you’re lying, but lucky I think that’s sweet.” You bit your lip and moaned when he slid his hand down to grab your tit, driving your hips into your brat’s face even harder when you noticed his fingers digging into the sheets. “You should come though, hammer, kinda want to lick you out of him once he’s in a goddamn coma.”

“Fucking filthy, god I love you.” The claps of August’s hips smacking against Bryce’s ass grew even more wild, his deep purr vibrating his chest as he sucked on your bottom lip. “You two first, know how much I love to watch you fall apart.”

You arched into his grip when he squeezed your tit, your thighs clenching around your boy’s ears as you shivered and brought yourself right to the edge. Then you reached down and slapped Bryce’s cock and you both lost it when he screamed into your cunt, his cum shooting all over his already sticky chest while you lifted your hips so when you squirted it sprayed all over his flushed face. The sight of you leaning back and grinning so you could smear your cum all over Bryce’s face had August coming with a bitten off snarl, burying himself to the root and rolling his hips slowly while he watched you closely.

“Aww, I think we broke him.” You grinned down at Bryce before rolling out of the bed, huffing out a laugh when he just let out a whimper as he kept drooling all over himself while August pulled out. “Poor thing. We’ll forgo the ass eating for the moment. I don’t think he’d even notice.”

“Mmhm, c’mere baby boy.” August scooped Bryce into his arms before following after you, chuckling softly when the man whined before kissing the top of his head. “Can’t get too mad at you for acting like a brat when you let me fuck every thought out of that pretty head. Let’s clean you up.”

#natalie writes #natalie’s kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #poison paradise #vixen and hammer and the brat #august walker #bryce langley #bryce langley x august walker x female reader #august walker x bryce langley #august walker smut #bryce langley smut #henry cavill #chris evans #henry cavill smut #chris evans smut #henry cavill character #chris evans character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

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Fic Recs - 💕Sharing is Caring 💕

Have you ever wanted to share without having to give away any of your own possessions? Have you ever wanted to feel generous and charitable but fear that the world will take advantage of your kindness? 

There’s a solution for that! 

What if you could share something more valuable than money, more meaningful than love and more thoughtful than wisdom? That would be incredible right? 

Well, let us know when you figure out how to make it happen. In the meantime, here are some fics you can share, along with suggested audiences to share them with. Enjoy! 🥰

Fic: In the Pines - by @the-iceni-bitch

Pairing: Curtis Everett x fem!Reader, past Bryce Langley x fem!reader

Who to share with: Church goers (or other attendees of a  spiritual/religious congregation) 

Throw a deadbolt on those doors, swallow the key, and start reading this fic. Let your audience truly experience god (or other spiritual/religious being) for the first time in their lives. 😵

Fic: His New Obsession - by @luxeavenger​

Pairing: Dark!Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes x reader

Who to share with: Your job interviewer

Not only is this a sneaky share they will never expect, it’s also one that helps you! Why? Because now, you can finally give an honest answer when they ask “what is your biggest weakness?”. Look them dead in the eyes, whisper “This fic is my Achilles heel, I would die for this fic”, and then start reading.  You might not get the job, but at least you shared. 🙃

Fic: The Things You Do  - by @traitorjoelite​

Pairing:  fwb!steve rogers x fem!reader

Who to share with: Millions of listeners on Spotify

So you’re In the studio, and Selena Gomez has invited you to be the guest rapper on her new single. You want to bring your A-game right? Once she finishes her verse, go ahead and start reading this aloud. It doesn’t rhyme, and will definitely make the song way too long to be radio friendly, but no one will care when you and Selena sweep all the awards for this years Grammys. 🥳

Fic: Just Like Love (ongoing series) - by @fortheloveoffanfic​

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Who to share with: Your fellow commuters

Are you a people person? Do you think that sharing requires a certain amount of physical intimacy? Have you ever wanted to have a literal captive audience without actually taking hostages? If any of these apply to you, the packed subway car is the perfect setting to share this fic with others! Please let the passengers know ahead of time that you will not be responsible for any missed stops. 😬

Fic: Breach (completed series) by - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​

Pairing: dark!Winter Soldier x Reader 

Who to share with: A select group of people who want to read but either can’t read, dislike the physical sensation of reading, or don’t have the time to sit down and read 

You’re back in the studio! Except this time you’ve been hired as an Audiobook narrator. I don’t have any advice on how to get this job, but once you have it, read this right into the mic because I guarantee you it’s better than the material you were given. 🤭

Fic: What I Hate About You - by @sidepartskinnyjeans​

Pairing: Steve x Reader/OC - but from Bucky’s POV

Who to share with: Your therapist 

Do you have trouble articulating your feelings? Do you struggle when talking about your experiences because it’s one of those things where “you had to be there”? Is it hard to describe your emotions because language is a construct that cannot convey our deepest personal thoughts? Your solution is right here! Share this fic with your therapist and maybe, just maybe they will understand your rollercoaster of emotions. 🥲

Fic: Scream (and pt 2 here) - by @st3rgirl

Pairings: bucky barnes x reader (with steve rogers, natasha romanoff, johnny storm, jake jensen, and brief mentions of andy barber & robert pronge)

Who to share with: The armed intruder who has just entered your home

Do you hate the panic and anxiety you feel when someone breaks into your home? Are you sick of hiding in the closet from violent criminals? Why don’t you give them a taste of their own medicine and let THEM feel the fear for once. The hunter becomes the hunted. 👹

Fic: Shame On You (Blame On Me) - by @lilbabycee​

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Who to share with: Everyone within earshot at karaoke night

Are you tired of Melissa always stealing the spotlight with her Ariana Grande vocals? Do people keep “forgetting” to queue up your songs and skip over your turn? Just say you’re going to perform an original piece and then start reading this sucker. Everyone will have their lighters out for encores. 🤩

Fic: Karma (2 pt series) - by @onsunnyside​

Pairings: ghostface!boyfriends!: Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale x cheater!reader

Who to share with: The angels at the pearly gates of heaven (or whatever supernatural being that guards the entrance to your preferred afterlife) 

Was your lifestyle not rock ‘n roll enough to gain admittance to the sizzling hot party downstairs? Did all work and no play make you a dull, boring person? Don’t worry, just read this sinful fic and the angels will escort you straight to the eternal damnation you crave. 😈

Fic: Of Honey and Broken Glass (ongoing series) - by @vivianandherlily

Pairing: Mafia!Lloyd Hansen x Housekeeper F!Reader

Who to share with: Your thesis defense committee 

Do you just want to get your masters degree? Are you tired of being outnumbered and overpowered by so called “intellectuals”? Hospital bills piling up because you lack the speed, strength and stamina to mount a proper offense? Can’t afford to lose another hand after your last one was very ceremoniously chopped off by an especially aggressive professor? Prepare yourself PROPERLY next time with the ultimate weapon - this fic. Because 1) let’s be real, it’s probably better than your thesis and 2) this bad boy will take out so many academics that you just might find urself the new dean of your university. 😏

Fic: Redemption (ongoing series) - by @syntheticavenger​

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader / Steve Rogers x Female Reader /  Andy Barber x Female Reader

Who to share with: Your fellow mourners 

You have been chosen to read the funeral eulogy, and the crowd looks pretty tough. There may even be some hecklers out there. It doesn’t matter though, because this fic is guaranteed to get those tears flowing. If it’s still not enough, then unfortunately you will have to do something more extreme. Like leave them on a cliffhanger. 😵‍💫

And as a bonus share, this Bucky headcannon by @adrinktostopyourthirst​

Who to share with: A jury of your peers

Save money by being your own lawyer and reading this fic as your defense. Boom. Guaranteed acquittal. Then use the money you saved to help us build our adoption clinic! What adoption clinic? Read to find out! 😉

💕 That’s all folks!! 💕

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #ransom drysdale #lloyd hansen #jake jensen #personally curated fic recs #fic recs

[howdoyousleep3]

Aw hellz yeah! Some different kinktober parings for your consideration:

Omega!Jake Jenson x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Ari: threesome, double penetration, maybe reader pegs Jake too!

Steve Kemp x Andy Barber: Maybe Andy is prosecuting Kemp or defending him? Maybe Andy is the prison psychologist or psychiatrist, idk but I see it being super dark and kinky and who exactly is manipulating who? Biting, spiting, and cum play.

Bryce Langley x Divorcée!Reader: Bryce is Bryce, she’s early 40s. His professor? Mommy kink. Heavyyyy tit play. Cock cage/key holder relationship?

Bucky BarnesWife!Reader Lee Bodecker: Bucky is a rookie, Lee is REALLY mean and fucks Bucky’s wife in front of him. Cuckholding. CNC

Lloyd Hanson x Bucky Barnes: DUBCON. Bucky is super sweet. Lloyd ruins him deliciously.

Senator Steve x Interns Bucky, Natasha, and reader. AU! Foursome, partner swap, VERY messy. The edibles have hit, the euphoria is high. Drippy, sloppy, cum sharing kisses. Readers gender is up to you! Drug use. Light peer presure, light workplace harassment, dubcon if you squint.

Love you, ma’am!! 🤗

#askK #howdoyousleep kinktober 2022 #yes we are already planning lol #godDAMN if i didn't already have natasha as intern's bestie i would LIVE to make her a senator WOW #love the idea of bodecker fucking bucky's wife in front of him #LOVE THE IDEA OF STEVE AND ANDY TOGETHER #andy would HATE how much he loves it #need need need some mommy kink bc 👀 ugh I wamt #jesus nonnie!!! 😍

[foxgloveprincess]

This masterlist includes works featured in challenges, requests, and other miscellany where characters do not have a masterlist of their own—yet. Other characters I would consider writing for: other MCU heroes, Chase Collins, Lance Tucker, Charles Blackwood, Bryce Langley. List may be subject to change.

Writing In The Dark Bingo 

Challenge Summary: The stories written for Writing in the Dark Bingo. Includes drabbles featuring Thor, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen, Lance Tucker, Ransom Drysdale, Bruce Banner, and Sam Wilson. Heed the warnings. (Dark, Smut)

Attic Wives Anonymous

Series Summary: Welcome to Attic Wives Anonymous! A social club with monthly meetings for likeminded individuals who understand how to kidnap an unsuspecting person truly take care of the one they love. Offered to members is a community, partnership, and protection from outsiders who might expose them as criminals cause distress in such delicate situations. Join our next meeting and unlock the potential for your never-ending horror love story. (Dark, Smut)

An Exploration of Comfort

Series Summary: A series of blurbs/drabbles exploring the various ways we can find comfort with the ones we love. Includes drabbles featuring Phil Coulson, Lee Bodecker, Jake Jensen, Eddie Munson, Jefferson, Thomas Sharpe, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers. 

The Undone and the Divine

Series Summary: Tales from a world crawling with old gods. Heed the warnings. (Dark, Smut)

Justin Capshaw Blurbs [Justin Capshaw x Mommy Domme x Female Reader, Smut]

Series Summary: A peek into the life of a Mommy, her puppy, and their babygirl. 

Bare It All [Johnny Storm x Female Reader]

Summary: There are just some things you don’t expect to see when you step out of your shower.

Deliver Me [Wanda Maximoff x Vision x Reader, Dark]

Summary: Driving home after an evening away from your wife doesn’t go quite as planned. But Wanda’s prepared for anything.

Don’t Let Go [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]

Summary: Your days in high school were unforgettable thanks to Eddie Munson’s playful idea of teasing.

Let’s Be Honest [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]

Summary: Sequel to Don’t Let Go. It’s time to get reacquainted with Eddie. Honesty is the best policy, right?

Wanting More  [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]

Summary: Part Three for Don’t Let Go and Let’s Be Honest. With a reignited friendship with Eddie, you couldn’t ask for anything more—or maybe you could. 

Soft!Mr. Freezy Headcanon (Mr. Freezy x Reader)

Bruce at a Party Headcanon/Blurb (Bruce Banner x Reader)

#miscellaneous masterlist #miscellaneous drabbles #miscellaneous blurbs #masterlist #18+ #minors dni

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Just like animals

Pairing: soft!dark!Bryce Langley x reader

GIF does not belong to me!

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following fic contains: Explicit smut/CNC kink, dub-con, breeding kink, chase kink, breeding kink, pain kink, unprotected sex, primal sex, sex in the woods, discussion of rape/murder/death/dark themes, talk of AFAB female assault/sexism/disadvangages, childhood friends trope, spoiler of character, degradation.

Summary: You spend your summer vacation with your childhood friend, Bryce Langley, and learn about his new obsession of questioning morals which otherwise really shouldn’t be questioned. How will he respond when you put him to the test?

Another summer season, another month spending your vacation at the Osbourne mansion household. It became a tradition after Bryce first invited you during your early years of your childhood, and now he didn’t even have to call an invite because it was expected of you to come.

He was 2 years older than you, yet he admittedly liked your company a lot. He was also very protective of you, not wanting to share his drugs with you even if you begged to try some. He didn’t want to risk getting you addicted and surrounding yourself in a drug use environment, much like him. It was hypocritical, but he didn’t care.

He wanted to keep you safe, he had once shared.

You were walking around the woods while catching up. You have been walking for hours and it was getting dark, with only the moonlight to shine up the place. You didn’t go too deep in the forest as you didn’t want to dirty your new red summer dress which you wore for the day, so you were being careful of which path you were walking.

As you were on your way back, Bryce was telling you about something he had learned through documentaries, specifically those about the ishkanani indians he had borrowed from Finn, his new neighbor.

You were grossed out to learn of how the tribe lived and how different their morals were, but you weren’t surprised as you had heard some tribes were very ancient in their thinking, - almost having the same mindset of cavemen.

“What do you find so interesting about those documentaries anyway? I didn’t peg you as a guy interested in that kind of stuff.” You pointed out.

“I wasn’t. But you know me. I always find new things to peak my interest.” He said with a grin. “Their thinking intrigues me greatly. It makes me think of how we might have developed backwards when I learn how they work as people.”

You rolled your eyes, finding his claim to be ridiculous after everything he had told about this particular tribe. “I wouldn’t say not murdering and raping out of spite is moving backwards, Bryce.”

“Well, I would say that’s debatable.” He stated casually.

What?

“Excuse me? Debating if murder or rape is immoral isn’t even a question. It goes against people’s rights to live and the right over your own body. In what circumstance do you think that’s acceptable?” You asked, absolutely bewildered.

“Well for one, it’s nature. Animals do it all the time.” He argued.

You huffed. What a convincing argument, you thought sarcastically. “Yeah, but we’re not animals, are we? We have something called morals. Animals don’t even have the brains to wrap around such a concept. Some animals eat their own kids because they can, - or they need to for survival or whatever.”

“But we were animals at one point, no? We eat, we hunt, we fuck, we reproduce. Why is it that we draw the line for the two other? I’m not saying it’s acceptable, but…it’s still a primal urge.”

You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows of concern and decided to walk past his agonizingly slow pace. You wanted to get back to the mansion.

“You’re making me feel very uncomfortable, Bryce. Why do you always feel the need to bring up weird discussions, only this time it’s wether or not rape or murder is exceptional? It’s like for each year I spend my summer here, you disturb me with your train of thought. I don’t feel safe with you anymore.”

“Oh Y/N, come on. Look, I’m sorry.” He said with little sincerity. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I’m just fascinated by it! Questioning morals isn’t illegal last time I checked.” He said sarcastically in a humored manner.

You ignored him as you continued walking the long path back out of the forest and to the mansion.

Though anyone should be feeling threatened by this kind of thought process, you weren’t afraid of Bryce. You were only disappointed and felt a sense of betrayal.

How could someone think like this? Where was this all coming from?

Then again, you weren’t too surprised. The closest you could recall to Bryce being somewhat of a psycho was when he at 6 years old admitted to you who was 4 that he had captured and killed a bird by continuously knocking it down with a stone.

It was inevitable for him to have some psychopathic traits when he at such a young age lacked empathy for killing an animal. Still, you stuck around of being his friend because…

Well, you were still figuring that part out. He was otherwise funny, charming, and his flirting made you feel things you haven’t felt for any other guy before. Did all that make up for his questionable mindset?

You weren’t sure.

“I mean think about it; In some tribes, they follow instincts that hasn’t been developed since many thousand years ago. They are a perfect example of how before we even had the concept of a society, we had a hunger to follow. An urge that we all deep down have in us but have learned to suppress because we grew too soft, - we’re scared to put people in their places by letting that natural hunger loose.” Bryce continued with his ramble, not noticing your distraught state as he followed you.

“Bryce, I don’t want to listen to this, -!”

“You can’t tell me you’ve never had intrusive thoughts. It’s not something we get from out of nowhere, it’s so obvious they’re from our instincts, - Instincts to assert dominance, or gain respect -!”

“Bryce!” You cut him off with frustration and turned around to see his face of awe. “You’re a grown man who since birth developed strengthened muscles, - muscles of which I have to train for to get because of my biology. You have the power to kill me with your bare hands. I don’t, unless you’re in a weakened state. Do you know how unfair and horrific it would be for me, a biological female, to be living in a society which lets biological men commit such things? We have no upper hand. We never have. Do you really think that’s fair? Would you be okay if a man sexually assaulted me because he had by your own words, ‘natural urges to follow’?”

Bryce was stunned, but not too much as he clearly was finding himself being rather ignorant for not taking it to account.

“You’re right. I apologize, I never meant to say you or any women deserves that-!”

“It’s not much about what I said either. Rape is rape and murder is murder, - and it is wrong regardless of gender, but I don’t see how you thought discussing this with me was any good idea. It’s threatening. I already have to be cautious while walking in empty streets alone. Don’t make me feel unsafe with you around too when we are in the woods, late at night.” You said without looking at him anymore.

“I didn’t…- I didn’t think of that. I’m so sorry, okay?” You weren’t halting your steps and Bryce decided to jog up to you when you were a distance ahead and have you stop so he could talk with honesty. “Y/N, listen. — I would literally fucking kill anyone who did that to you if that happened, Y/N. I swear to god I would. I would kill myself before I ever thought of doing these things to you. You need to believe me when I say that, Y/N.”

You didn’t really know what to say as you took in his words, so Bryce continued. “I’m sorry I even, -…I don’t know why, I’ve just been so absorbed with those documentaries Finn showed me. It got me thinking about stuff…” he said.

He was self aware of his stumbling of words but he couldn’t find the right ways of explaining it.

Bryce was aware he was different. He clearly had a mindset that no one seemed to understand nor have the patience to learn about. The amount of strange looks he would get when telling a statement made him feel annoyed, - sometimes even superior.

He considers himself to be an intellectual, one to think out of the box, - but he knew he went too far with this one. He knew he had once again been too absorbed for his own good.

You sighed, and looked down at your feet. Bryce remained silent while awaiting for your reply, hoping you would say something.

While rising your head up to look at him again, you said, “I know you too well to know you aren’t convinced you’re wrong unless it’s tested. -

- So let’s test it.”

Bryce’s eyebrows furrowed but he let you take his hands in yours and guide them around your neck.“Tighten your grip around my neck, Bryce.” You ordered. His eyes widened, not sure of where this was going. He only squeezed lightly, but it was enough to hold his hands there. His breath turned shallow, and you could see fire behind his eyes, though you couldn’t read him properly.

“Now listen to your ‘primal thoughts’, - whatever you call them. What are they telling you right now?”

Bryce gulped and his low breathing became uneven. He was at loss of words, not sure of where you wanted this to head at.

“Do you want to kill me?” You asked sternly, straight to the point.

You let go of his hands and let Bryce have his grip on your neck remain. You were calm internally, but your body didn’t align to that composure. You were shivering, both from the late night cold and the current crucial moment that would determine Bryce’s sanity. You both shared a dead serious look as you awaited for Bryce’s next move.

He stared at you up and down, from your eyes to where he held you. It made him realize how small your neck was as he held you there with his huge hands. He really had much power than he realized he had, and he felt guilty. Guilty that if he squeezed tighter and held your body up with your feet off the ground, you wouldn’t be able to do anything other than accept your fate to die, - unless you were a black belt in karate or something. Maybe then you would have a chance to get off his grip, but that would still require years of training, —

— The point was; You were right. It was unfair. He could for once admit he was a fool for thinking the world would be better if it was allowed, - If acting like savages would strengthen humanity and himself.

He let go, fixed up your collar of your dress where he had gripped at and stroked both of your shoulders carefully, with a cheeky smile growing on his face.

“No…I don’t want to kill you. Like I said, I would never do that to you,….only thing I’ve learned from this is I would most definitely kill for you, bambi.”

Your eyebrow narrowed, “Is that so?” You asked slyly. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, but that was just who Bryce was. He was a man with a dissimilar mind, -a mind no one could understand but you were learning and wanted to learn more.

Because as it turned out, you loved him no matter how unhinged or deranged he was. You had taken it upon yourself to be his guardian, one to guide him. You had done a fairly good job so far. Why stop here?

You smiled, and placed both of your hands on his cheeks, moving him down to your level. You placed a kiss on his cheek, to which made him wrap his arms around you appreciatively. You continued to kiss his other cheek and lastly his nose before you pulled your face away to study his face. Your eyes fell down to his broad chest, stroking him there a few times to feel him a little.

He caught onto your interest in his body, and he chuckled, “My urges are telling me something else right now though.”

“And what’s that, Bryce?” You asked innocently.

His cheeky look turned darker, and your breath hitched in your throat as you witnessed Bryce’s mind turning wicked before you.

“…I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you real bad.”

Your mouth was left open out of surprise and with an added new-coming arousal. You decided to palm his crotch while biting your lip, his groan of surprise was like music to your ears.

“You do, huh? You wanna stick your cock and go deep inside of me?” You asked seductively.

“Fuck yes, I do.” Bryce replied through a husky whisper. As he was going to grope your ass, you removed yourself from him, leaving him hard.

“That’s too bad, Bryce. Because I don’t want to.” You said, and took a few steps back. “But, I won’t have a choice if you follow your urges either way, will I?” You asked with a teasing wink.

Bryce was left confused as you ran off and took a narrow right to a side path which lead deeper into the forest.

Where were you going? He questioned first. Then, as he processed your words, it clicked.

You were playing a game. A very dangerous game.

His face darkened, and he licked his lips while he saw the last of your shadow scouring through the dark woods. “Oh, you don’t know what you have gotten yourself into, bambi.” He said, more to himself as he began to walk.

His walking quickly turned into jogging, - to straight up sprinting. Before he knew it, he was running down the narrow path, dodging overgrown branches as he scanned for the bright red colour of your dress in the dark forest.

“Come out, little red riding hood.” He called out, almost singing it with a tune. “The big bad wolf just wants to talk.”

He heard a light giggle in the area, and he knew you you were close. Very close.

“You’re so fucked once I find you…” Bryce said out of amusement.

He didn’t continue the path as he knew he would have caught up to you by now. You were hiding here.

Somewhere.

Bryce has never been so aroused in his life. He knew for a long time you were perfect for him. But this? The chase, the awaiting climax of finally catching you was turning him feral, - he hopes you are prepared for his wrath.

“You better come out now and tell me to stop because when I find you, I’m going to hold you down and abuse your cunt with my fat dick, you hear me?” He shouted as he walked through the crowded trees and bushes.

He heard a strained squeal from you straight ahead, which was when he saw the red fabric of your dress sticking out behind a tree.

Game over.

You held your breath as you heard the rustling noises of leaves getting crunched was approaching closer. The adrenaline rush made your ears be filled with the sound of your heart beat so loud.

It went quiet for a few moments, and you thought you had maybe gotten away with being caught.

You were proven wrong when you looked to the side, and saw Bryce was standing right above you. He let out the breath he had held and pounced on you before you could make a move.

“Gotcha..” he muttered as he held you down with his body on top of yours, your stomach meeting the ground as his legs trapped down yours.

“No Bryce, please don’t fuck me! I don’t wanna!” You whined playfully. You tried to wrestle him off, with little efforts.

It was obvious you were playing an act as he could see your smile through the darkness.

“Fucking whore. Pretending like I’m forcing myself on you. I bet you’re getting off from this, aren’t you?” He said, while tearing off your stockings. “I sure do.”

He hoisted your dress up and carelessly dragged down your underwear down, satisfied when he saw glistening wetness on your cunt. He wet his lips with the use of his tongue and shoved a finger inside of your pussy, trying to gather as much of your juice on his fingers as possible.

You mewled and whimpered from the lack of gentleness, but you didn’t mind. If anything, you were growing lustful from his manhandling.

Maybe it was fucked up to be enjoying this, but you couldn’t help yourself. You trusted him. He knew you did, and he trusted you in return, which you believed mattered the most for this to work. You wanted him to take you the way he wanted to.

“You’re dripping, bambi…you’re a bigger slut than I thought you are. I always thought you were a prude, but it’s true what they say, isn’t it? The ones who deny liking sex are usually the kinkiest.”

You moaned in response, your vocabulary leaving your mind as you took in the feeling of Bryce’s intrusive, thick fingers working inside of you.

“I don’t think I need to prep you more, baby. You’re wet enough as it is, and you like it rough anyway, don’t you?” He asked, not expecting an answer as he removed his fingers off your cunt and sucked off your juices with his mouth.

His other hand was still forcing your back to remain on the ground as he unzipped and took out his cock from his pants and boxers. You peeked by turning your head behind slightly to see him, - his cock being fully erect and throbbing with precum forming in pearls on his tip.

He held around your stomach and got your ass to rise up so he could finally insert himself on his waist level.

“Aaah fuuuck,” Bryce groaned while he forced himself without warning inside your throbbing heat. “What a tight fuckhole…so delicious.”

You cried out, feeling the painful invasion but you couldn’t help but thrive with it. He was so big, bigger than you have ever let inside of you. You were a virgin all over again with his size.

He didn’t wait a second to plunge his cock inside of you, already going at a fast pace as he breathed heavily from the sensation. It was almost desperate, - imitating a feral animal finally catching its mate to fulfill the purpose of breeding before the mate pulled an escape attempt.

“You’re my breeding bitch now, bambi. Going to fill up that pussy with my cum and watch it leak out of you.” He stated through occasionally nibbling on your ear.

Dizziness took over you as Bryce just took what he wanted of your body. You were overwhelmed with pleasure and need of a release.

“Oh, my goodness-!” You choked out a moan as you felt Bryce’s one hand work on your clit.

“Oh my goodness, indeed.” Bryce taunted, while continuing his abuse on your clit with harsh strokes of his index finger. “You should be thankful I put extra effort in pleasuring you. I’m only doing it because you’re special to me…”

The built up pressure of his cock pounding inside of you and his hand working on your clit was making you close to your climax, and you could tell he was getting close too by his grunts.

“Do you feel me in your tummy, bambi? You feel how fuckin’ deep I am inside of you?”

Your arms were giving up on holding up your upper body, and your chin soon met the fresh grass to rest your head on as Bryce did the work for the both of you. “Fuuuck yess, I feel you, Bryce! Oooh, please don’t stop!”

A few more harsh thrusts, and you both were getting washed over with a wave of your climaxes.

“M’going to fucking cum. Aaaah, take my fucking load,…shit!” Bryce moaned through a gasp as he released deep inside of you.

“M’cumming too, Bryce! Ooohh, fuck!” You moaned, feeling his cum warm your body and drip out with your release combined. You tightened around him, and it made him feel everything. He wanted to feel it for a few more moments.

“Stay still. Keep me nice and warm for a little more. I want to savor this feeling…”

You hummed, appreciating the warmth of Bryce’s body on top of you in contrast to the ground your stomach laid on.

He soon after pulled out and removed his weight off you, his tip leaking with your combined juices while making you turn around so he can see what he has longed to view.

He saw with each breath you let out, more cum leaked out of your sore pussy. “That’s a pretty sight there.” Bryce rasped, the image hypnotizing him.

After you were brought back to reality. “Shit, my new dress is all dirty…” you complained while standing up with the help of Bryce, brushing off as much as you could get off.

“That’s what happens when we fuck on literal dirt, bambi. I’ll bring a blanket from now on, knowing this is how a walk in the woods can get us.” He said with a chuckle, putting his cock back in the briefs of his boxers and zipped up his pants.

After putting your panties on and removed your ruined stocking, you walked back to the main path silently and carried on your way to the mansion with your hands folded together.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked out of curiosity.

You giggled and looked anywhere but at Bryce out of shyness. “I just can’t believe we did that.”

He frowned, not sure of what you were insinuating. “Do you regret it?”

You shook your head, dismissing his assuming question. “No. Not at all. You should be very thankful I’m on birth control though. You will have to use a condom if there will be a next time.”

He scoffed, “A condom? Now that’s just cruel. Thought we would keep it primal and continue fucking raw.” He said while flickering his lighter. You hadn’t picked up on him getting a cigar out of his pocket, but you digressed. “And what do you mean by ‘if’? You sealed your fate of being wrapped around my finger the moment I caught you behind that tree, bambi. You’re mine to keep, cuddle and fuck.”

You rolled your eyes at his crude way of saying ‘you’re mine’. “Is it too much of you to ask if I could be your girlfriend?”

He laughed as he lit up his cigar and breathed in the toxic and addicting smoke. Once he breathed it out of his nose, he held out an arm to wrap around you close, which made you pay attention to his face as he grinned at you.

“Okay, let me ask you out properly in my way; would you do the honors of being the chief’s mate of the Osbourne tribe?”

You laughed with a nod, slipping in a response of, “Sure.”

“Then let’s settle it with our very own ritual…” he held the cigar between your space and instructed the following, “Breathe it in when I breathe it out, okay?”

He inhaled the smoke once he placed the cigar between his lips, and leaned in to kiss you with an open mouth and he breathed out the smoke into your mouth.

You reluctantly breathed it in with shut eyes as the smoke was stronger than you were prepared for, but you had enough self control to take it.

Once he detached his lips from yours, you breathed it out and had to ruin the moment by letting out a few coughs. Your throat was dry, and though you were embarrassed of how less smooth the moment carried out, Bryce’s lighthearted laughter only made it humorous.

“There you go,…you did well. Welcome to my tribe, bambi.”

Note from author: For the people who haven’t watched ‘fierce people’, — Wait till you realize this isn’t really a ‘dark version’ of Bryce but just him. 💀

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#bryce langley #bryce langley x reader #bryce langley x y/n #bryce langley x you #cevans characters #chris evans #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans x reader

[georgiapeach30513]

The Life of Savages

Summary:  Lloyd got you a present

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader X Ransom Drysdale X Bryce Langley

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, filming, cuckolding, gang bang, oral sex (M&F receiving), butt plug, anal sex, spit roasting, degradation, dumbification, double penetration, triple penetration (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.7K

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

For @randomagnes0210​ and her beautiful and wonderful, if not filthy pairing suggestion.

Lloyd pushes your body back onto the bed. You’re not sure if you heard him correctly. He couldn’t possibly be serious, but dammit, if you weren’t thoroughly excited about the proposition. Your core floods with more slick; ruining yet another pair of luxury panties. Decked out in your best, and wanting a good fucking when Lloyd made the suggestion.

He walks over to the tripod, pressing record, while your eyes follow him around the room. His large body stalking over to the plush sofa chair. You start to speak, but he holds up his finger at you, “You heard what I said. I want to see you, want to watch you come. Have all three of your whore holes filled to the brim and leaking of cum. You are just a cumslut aren’t you, Jellybean? And when my cum isn’t enough for your insatiable appetite, I’ll provide you with more. I want you to meet Ransom and Bryce.”

Greedily you look over to the door to see two of Lloyd’s associates walk into the room. Dressed to impress. They were part of the upper class, and they were just as hungry for a good fucking as you. “She is nothing but a whore for my cock, gentleman. So I want to make sure that she is very satisfied. Pound into her. Bruise her, mark her, bite her, I don’t fucking care. The harder you go, the more that filthy little mouth whimpers, and that sloppy cunt grips you tight.”

Ransom, the older of the pair starts circling around you, like you were his prey. Bryce stands stunned. His baby blues checking to make sure your murderous boyfriend hadn’t put them in a trap. He would be easy to bend to your will.

“How do you want it?” your eyes pout up at the baby faced boy. Your finger goes into your mouth, sucking on the digit before pulling it out with a pop. The wet finger traces a trail around your tits, and Ransom does indeed pounce on you.

“I never thought I’d hear her say that, fuck, that’s hot,” Bryce shivers with anticipation.

Ransom’s muscular body rips off the flimsy little lingerie set that Lloyd had made you wear, and placing you on your knees, he growls at that shiny diamond butt plug in your tight little hole. Giving the diamond a few taps with his hand, he shutters at your whimpers.

Ransom’s face buries into your cunt. Eating you out deliciously from behind, while the more innocent Bryce stares on. “He’ll only hurt you if I tell him to,” Lloyd raises an eyebrow at Bryce, and can’t help but to laugh.

“Is that the problem boy? You better fuck her before I fuck you. I want my pretty little whore to have all her holes stuffed tonight. Get to fucking work.”

With a gulp, he begins to undress himself. Walking closer to you, and holds his cock in your face. Your eyes roll up to him, letting out a deep moan when Ransom’s tongue starts fucking into you.

“Suck it,” Bryce nervously demands.

“Mean it,” you tell him. Looking over at Lloyd, who gives you a satisfied smirk. His jeans pretty and tented, and still he refuses to touch himself.

“She likes you to take control. Be like Ransom. He’s eating her sloppy cunt like he’s starved. Slap her face with that fat cock.”

Bryce does just that. His silky skin slaps over your face, and you smile, chasing his pretty cock, because you want a taste. He holds his stance, and timidly takes your head in his hands, you give him a single nod, “If I want you to stop, I’ll let you know by screaming out S'more. Is that okay with you, sweet boy?”

“I’m not a sweet boy.”

“Prove it. Make me gag on your,” he stops your speech by slamming his cock into your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat, and he gives you a moment to collect your thoughts. Before he’s shoving your head onto his member. The base collecting a pool of your spit.

“Nice and messy, just the way I like to see her. Drysdale, now that your pretty face is coated in her honey. Fuck her. I wanna see my Jellybean drowning in new cock.”

Ransom leans back, his large mitt wipes down his face, gathering up your arousal before he undresses.

You whine a bit at wanting to see him, knowing he’s hiding a lot under that sweater. Ransom doesn’t waist any time in stabbing into you. The men creating a perfect rhythm of pushing and pulling. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, as you let them take you apart. Ransom toys with that plug, taunting you, “You’re so fucking wet. Lloyd said you were a dirty little whore. Who gets what hole, pretty girl?”

Your only answer is gurgling over Bryce, and Lloyd finally has to take out his cock. Resorting to only slowly fisting himself at the sight of them using you.

“No, I want this ass now. Bryce, you and her sixty-nine, while I fuck her tight little hole. You want that Jellybean? Want a tiny taste of the grand finale?”

You give a tiny little head nod, and Bryce pulls his cock out of your mouth slowly. Moving to lay on the bed, and you crawl over him. Your eyes peeking at Ransom who lubes up that glorious cock. Pretty and pink, thick and veiny, and he knew how to use it.

Bryce’s face burrows in your cunt. Sucking on your sensitive little bean, while you have his cock for dinner. Your hand cupping his balls, and when he hums into your cunt, you about lose it.

Ransom takes time in taking out that plug. Watching your gaping hole beg him to enter you. Squirting on more lube onto your ass, straddling both you and Bryce. “I hope your face enjoys my ball sack on you, asshole,” he grunts out as he slowly sinks into your muscled channel. His voice making the prettiest sounds, and you mewl at the feeling.

You give a blissful smile to Lloyd, your hand still fisting Bryce as you turn to watch Ransom. His brows furrowed as he thrusts into your ass. Looking down at where the two of you connect, giving the swell of your rump a quick slap.

“My god, you are a dirty little slut. A desperate little whore. Lloyd can never keep you satisfied with how needy you always are for cock.”

“I’m not a cuck you fucking asshole.”

“You sure are watching me tear this ass up. Bryce is getting tea bagged, and he’s still moaning into her cunt. FUUUCKKK! Why have you been keeping her from us for so long? Just our little fuck doll. You need more than one man. We three can make sure you’re perfectly satisfied, huh?”

“Please, Lloyd?” you whine at him. “Pretty please, baby? I wanna be all your fuck dolls. Lloyd I want all my whore holes stuffed. Please.”

“You heard her,” Ransom pulls out of you, spitting down at your hole. “There ya go Bryce. I’m sure Lloyd wants that cunt. I’ll take her mouth this time.”

He leaves to go wash up, leaving Lloyd to walk over towards the bed, “I want that pretty ass on top of Bryce. We’re going to fuck you into oblivion, got it?”

Bryce lays there stunned, waiting on you to crawl over him. Letting Lloyd assist you in sinking your ass down on Bryce. Spreading your legs wide to show him your puffy petals. His hand rubs over your clit, before he settles in between your legs. His fat cock slowly enters your pussy, and you’re so delighted to feel him balls deep in your cunt.

He slots his mouth against yours, giving you a filthy kiss as he slowly pushes into you. Bryce pumping up just as slow and you cry at the feeling. “Don’t worry, Jellybean, we’re your savages now, and we’re going to have you pumped so full of cum. I know how you like it extra sloppy.”

With the return of Ransom, Lloyd has you laying back on Bryce, and Ransom goes to straddle your bodies. “I think Bryce-y boy likes my cock, huh?”

“I like fucking a whore better. Maybe I’ll fuck you next,” Ransom gives a little shrug before he slaps his cock all over your face.

“When I push into you, you better find something to hold on to.”

Your fingers grip at the sheets, bracing yourself as Ransom waits for you to flatten your tongue. Giving you a sinister smirk before pounding into your throat. With his fast pace, Lloyd and Bryce join in. Your holes at that moment, used for their enjoyment, and you go weak thinking about it.

Your juices creating a huge mess on the bed. Your mascara all but ruined, and your cry at the feeling of being so full, so stretched, and so satisfied. The new men following Lloyd’s lead, and he is relentless in his motions. You’re sure that you’re literally being split in half, and your walls clench down on Lloyd and Bryce.

“Holy fucking shit!” Bryce screams, his eyes squeezing shut when he’s the first to come. Your ass filled with his hot creamy essence, but Ransom and Lloyd race for their release. Your eyes drift closed, and Ransom is the next to blow his load. Shooting his spunk to the back of your throat. Upon pulling out, his cum bubbles out of your mouth, but he wipes it up with his finger to shove back in your mouth. “You’re beautiful. Such a beautiful little slut for us.”

Lloyd makes a few more pounding thrusts, when your tight walls won’t allow him to take anymore. Seizing around his dick and milking him dry.

When he lets the younger men crawl off of you, he knocks your legs to the side, spreading you wide open, and they all watch as their seed drifts out of your swollen and used holes. Moaning at just how pretty you look. Blissed the fuck out.

Lloyd wipes the beads of sweat off his head, and gives your sensitive folds a slap, “We gotta do this more often, because that’s the first time I haven’t seen her begging for more. You wanna keep these two douchebags?” you can only nod, but he gets the point. “Fine, I guess you’re her little pets. Her personable fuck toys when I need to work.”

“Wait,” Bryce complains. “I thought she was ours?”

“I knew there was a damn catch.”

“She is mine,” Lloyd snorts. “Only mine. But I had to make someone hers. You are for her enjoyment, but lucky for you, she wants to be used and abused. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I need to ease her back down. Don’t go far. I’m sure she’ll want to ride a dick in an hour or so.”

Masterlist

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[onsunnyside]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

There’s no going back now. Welcome to my stepcest verse. Here you’ll find all of my series, fics, blurbs/drabbles and wip tags for: stepdad, stepdad’s best friend, stepbrother(s), etc., and all thots, including single pairings and crossovers.

【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | @onsunnysidelibrary | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬; series ⤜ d, f, s

✧࿐ Ari has spent too long protecting you from the big bad world and all the monsters who inhabit it—including himself—for you to belong to someone else. See the Rush Collection. [soft dark!stepbrother!Ari Levinson, frat boys!CEvans characters, innocent!reader, university au, stepcest, grey character undertones, fratboy!Ari, innocent/virgin!reader]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)

✧࿐ It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask. [stepdad!Ari Levinson, stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen, stepcest, innocent!/inexperienced!reader]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝?; one shot ⤜ f, s (c)

✧࿐ Curtis has always been your hero, and after a horror movie marathon, it’s no surprise you seek comfort in his bed. [Stepbrother!Curtis Everett x innocent!reader. Stepcest, somnophilia, corruption/ruined kink]

𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬: [ faves | others ]

see each tag for asks/drabbles/blurbs.

bad boy stepbro!curtis

boyfriend!curtis and boyfriend’s stepdad!ari

bratty stepsis!reader x stepbro!ari 

cam!stepbro!ari

dark mafia!stepbro!ari

golden boy!frat boy!stepbro!steve rogers

nerd stepbro!jake jensen

stepbro!andy x party girl!reader

stepbro!bryce langley

stepbro!ransom x camgirl!reader

stepdad!bucky

stoner stepbro!ari

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: not tagged as wips.

smut = *

stepdad!Lloyd Hansen got with your family for business but wants to knock you up*

christmas with stepdad!Ari Levinson*

boyfriend’s stepdad!Lloyd Hansen (ft. boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale)*

#my masterlist #onsunnyside #if you don’t like this stuff don’t read it #tw stepcest #into the stepcest verse #stepbrother ari levinson #stepbrother jake jensen #stepbrother andy barber #stepbrother steve rogers #stepbrother curtis everett #stepdad ari levinson #stepbrother ransom drysdale #Ari Levinson #steve rogers #Curtis Everett #andy barber #Jake jensen #Lloyd Hansen #ransom drysdale #ari levinson fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett fanfiction #Chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #Chris evans characters #Chris evans x reader

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

As Long As You’re Mine - Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 2)

A/N: Surprise! I’ll let you in on a little secret... I already had this written before I posted the first part! I just wanted to see how it would go down first and boy did you guys like it! So I hope this follow up satisfies your need!

Read Part 1 here!

Summary: Following your engagement to Drysdale there’s one last twist in the tale

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Mob Elements! Language! Mention of Arranged Marriage! Fluff! 

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Masterlist

It had been a month since you learnt of your engagement to Drysdale. Every night you savoured every moment you had left with Steve. Clinging onto him whenever you could, praying and begging this was all a nightmare that one day you’d wake from.

But right now you were waking up alone. Steve had returned to Brooklyn a week ago, said there was a family emergency he had to deal with. He promised to be back as soon as he could, that every night he’d fall asleep thinking of you.

You were just walking towards the sunroom when Romero stepped into your path “your brother needs to speak to you immediately” he states.

You let out a long sigh “sure whatever” you muttered turning in the opposite direction back towards your brother’s office.

As you walked inside you could see how tense your brother was as he braced himself against the desk. You didn’t say anything, just sat down and waited for whatever he had to say.

“Drysdale and the rest of the Thombeys are dead, the entire family has collapsed” Bryce finally states his fists clenching in anger.

“What?” You mutter in disbelief.

“They’re gone, completely crumbled over some stupid inheritance” Bryce scoffs “Drysdale got word that he was getting written out, so decided to kill Harlan before the will got changed, it all imploded from there, family turned against each other until they were all dead”

“Whoa” you muttered in disbelief, you always knew Drysdale would cause the Thrombey empire to fall but you didn’t expect this.

“Yep, so looks like you get your wish after all, you don’t have to marry him” Bryce states in frustration.

“My wish was to choose who I got to marry not have it decided for me!” You snap.

“Well, you might not have any choice now! The options are dwindling and you might be stuck with Hansen!” Bryce roars.

“Don’t you even dare” you growl launching from your chair in anger.

“Boss,” Romero says interrupting the two of you.

“What?” Bryce snaps.

“There’s someone here to see you” Romero answers.

“Send them away, I don’t have time to deal with anyone, I’ve got to fix this bullshit” Bryce states gesturing at you.

“She says she’s a representative of the New York syndicate” Romero pushes.

Both you and Bryce freeze, you’d heard a lot about the syndicate from Steve. And by the look on Bryce’s face, you gathered your father told him a lot too.

“Send her in, Y/N go back to your room I’ll deal with you later” Bryce orders.

“She wants to speak with Y/N too” Romero adds.

You and Bryce exchange a glance and before he had a chance to argue you gave your order “send her in”

Bryce glares at you but his attention soon shifts when the redhead walked in. Her hips swayed as she went, exuding confidence that made it feel like she owned the place. You watched as she first surveyed Bryce before looking at you a smirk growing on her face as if she already knew all your dirty little secrets.

“Bryce Langley,” Bryce says holding out his hand.

“Natalie Rushman but just call me Nat” Nat smiles shaking his hand “let's cut straight to the chase, I’m here on behalf of the New York syndicate boss, who has decided to offer you a deal,” Nat says pulling out a file and placing it on the desk.

“Why?” You question as Bryce picks up the file and sits down.

“I’ve learnt its best not to question my Boss’ motives,” Nat says, despite the clear warning her tone was amused.

Concerned that your brother was about to walk into a trap you walked around the desk and started reading the contract of the deal over his shoulder. It was a trade deal, one that would allow your brother access to the New York harbours. There were a lot of restrictions and contingencies that ensure the New York syndicate remained on top but it was still a good deal. One that all the Boston families would kill for.

“This is a very generous offer” Bryce hums.

“What does he want in return” you question, a deal this big would come with a heavy price tag and you needed to know all the details before agreeing.

Nat smirks as she looks over at you “the only thing he wants, is you as his bride” she answers and your blood ran cold.

You had only just been freed of one arranged marriage, and barely half an hour later another was being discussed.

Nat must have read the horror on your face “and let me just warn you when my boss wants something, he’ll stop at nothing to get it. His enemies learnt that the hard way” she warned.

“Bryce please” you begged.

“You’ve got yourself a deal” Bryce agrees completely ignoring you, grabbing a pen and signing your life away before you could stop him.

“What the hell Bryce,” you say your voice cracking.

“This will be good for you Y/N, would you rather marry Hansen?” Bryce points out.

You scoff shaking your head at him as you fought back your tears “when do I have to leave?” You whisper turning to Nat.

You were shocked to see a hint of sympathy in her eyes as if she wasn’t the one who just condemned you “we have a private jet chartered for lunchtime, my boss wants you in New York before the end of the day”

“This is ridiculous” you mutter under your breath.

“Go relax Y/N, I’ll have someone pack your belongings,” Bryce says gently.

“No I’d rather do it, at least the essentials, they can do the rest,” you say shaking your head, only you knew where all the secret sketches you and Steve did were hidden.

“I’ll be back at 12 to take you to the airfield” Nat nods before turning away and walking out of the office.

Once she was gone you turned to face Bryce “you’re a monster” you whispered “you can lie to yourself about it but you’re exactly like him” you saw the flicker of hurt in his eyes as you turned and walked out of that office for the last time.

As the town car drove through the city you wished you could enjoy the view but you couldn’t. It has been a dream of yours to live in New York, you should be happy right now. But the reason you were here was the worst possible reason.

You were about to marry a complete stranger, you knew nothing about him, and he could be a monster worse than your father. What hurt the most was that your time with Steve had come to an abrupt end. He’d return to find you long gone and there was no chance your new husband would let you hire him.

You were surprised when the car drove out of the city and upstate. You were even more surprised when the car pulled outside a large house. You’d expected him to live in one of those large penthouses in the city. Not a house in the suburbs.

“Let's go,” Nat says climbing out of the car, and waiting for you to follow suit.

You followed after her as she led you into the house, you looked around in amazement at how understated it all was. It didn’t look like a mob leader's house at all.

“This will be your room for the time being,” Nat says opening a door for you.

Stepping inside you were surprised at how much you liked the decor. You were expecting to hate every single thing about this place, but you were struggling. The house had the views like your old home had but was close enough to the city that you could still enjoy the life of it all. You thought everything would be garish and horrid but it was understated and cosy.

“Dinner is at 7, enough time to freshen up and relax,” Nat says before walking out and leaving you all alone.

You took a deep breath as you looked around the room. Taking everything in, you tried to find something you hated but you couldn’t. There was even a folded-up easel in the corner. Running your hand down your face, taking another deep breath before deciding to have a shower to freshen up.

At 7 pm you made your way downstairs and towards the dining room. Once again you were expecting something grand where your soon-to-be husband would be miles away but it was once again understated. It was A table that would seat 8 people maybe 10 at a push, and the places set weren’t at opposite ends, one was at the head of the table the other sat right next to it.

You turned when you heard the door open behind and you saw your soon-to-be husband for the first time. He was tall and muscular, clean-shaven and had short blonde hair. Your breath caught when you saw his eyes, his piercing blue eyes that somehow held warmth in them. You realised with a start that you recognised him, but it couldn’t be him.

“Hello, sweetheart” he smiles walking over to you.

“Ste-Steve?” You mutter in disbelief.

Steve smiles warmly down at you as he comes to a stop right in front of you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart” he whispers softly.

“I-I’m so confused” you mutter shaking your head.

Steve gives you a warm lopsided smile “I know I’m sorry for all the cloak and daggers, but I promised I’d set you free”

“You’re the boss of the New York syndicate” you state in disbelief, Steve hums in confirmation “but what were you doing being my bodyguard”

Steve lets out a long sigh his hand slipping into yours “I’ll be completely honest, because I don’t want there to be anything between us, not anymore” Steve says shaking his head “I was there because I was trying to find weak points, your father had been poking around too much and I needed to take your brother out before any secrets got out” Steve explains your jaw dropping in shock “but I never expected to fall in love with you, so when I discovered your brother knew nothing I switched targets”

“You took out Drysdale and his entire family…. Why?” You question.

“For you, to free you from that marriage” Steve answered squeezing your hand gently.

“But the contract” you mutter shaking your head.

“Was only to get you here and away from your brother, you aren’t trapped here, you don’t have to marry me if you don’t want to, you could leave and do whatever you want to do”  Steve explains.

You were speechless, you couldn’t believe what Steve had done for you. What he’d save you from. You hadn’t even realised you were crying until Steve cupped your cheeks and began to wipe away your tears “please don’t cry, I’m sorry I wanted to tell you everything but I couldn’t risk it”  he pleaded.

“Thank you” you cried launching yourself into his arms and hugging him tightly.

You felt Steve breathe out a long sigh of relief, hugging you back with equal vigour and kissing the top of your head.

“I still can’t believe you’re the head of the New York syndicate,” you say still in shock “who else knows?”

“Only a select few, Nat who you’ve already met, my best friend Bucky, and the rest of the Avengers” Steve answered brushing some hair out of your face, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

You snort with laughter “the Avengers?”

“Tony, another member of the inner circle coined it,” Steve said with a bashful smile.

You couldn’t help but chuckle “it's a good name,” you say reaching up to finally kiss him “I do have to admit this all wasn’t what I was expecting”

“I know, having no one knows who I truly am means I get to live an ordinary life outside of work” Steve explains “it means so do you, you can do what you want when you want”

“This is amazing Steve, all of this” you confess shaking your head in disbelief.

“It's all yours sweetheart, if you want it it’s yours” Steve promises.

“I want it, I want it all, I want you, I want everything” you smile up at him.

Steve beams down at you “I love you so so much”

“I love you too Steve” you grin your hands running up into his hair as he kissed you deeply “but do you mind growing the beard back?”

Steve barks out a loud laugh “anything for you sweetheart, anything for you”

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❄️ Week 1 🌟 Week 2 ☃️ Week 3 Hello! Here is Part 1 of Our Holiday Master List! It's going to be too big for a single list, so since we're halfway through the event, it's the perfect time to share! Thank you to all who have contributed, and remember! There is still time to participate! See the rules here and the prompts here.

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The First Christmas Together Part 4 | Chris Powell x F!MC - @eadanga ☃️ The First Christmas Together Part 5 - @eadanga ☃️ The First Christmas Together - Finale - @eadanga ☃️

OPEN HEART

A Christmas Elf | Ethan x F!MC - @genevievemd 🌟

All I Want for Christmas | Tobias x F!MC - @jerzwriter 🌟

Christmas Bells | Bryce Lahela x F!MC - @chocopeppermintcake 🌟

Christmas Miracles | Sienna Trinh x M!OC - @liaromancewriter ☃️

Forever Winter | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @genevievemd ☃️

Jewelry Counter | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @takeharryandgo ☃️

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Neon Lights | Bryce Lahela x F!MC @peonierose ☃️

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⛓kinktober 2021- recording/humiliation⛓

—no light, no light in your bright blue eyes...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Bryce Langley x black!reader

Summary: Your family has worked for Ogden C. Osbourne for years, you've grown up side by side with his grandchildren. You think you and Bryce are friends, and then one night he shows you who he really is.

Word Count: 4.7k+

Warnings: DARK PLOT READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. general language warning, Bryce Langley (honestly he's a big ol trigger and says some fucked up shit), NONCON (do not read if you are triggered by this), drug usage, chasing, recording, humiliation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, forced orgasms, fisting, reader being forced to say she's enjoying it, blackmail, threats of ruining the readers reputation, reader suffers some minor injuries, Bryce is dark af in this.

A/N: DAY TWENTY EIGHT OF KINKTOBER! This is a dark fic and YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME. I made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

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It’s the oldest story in the book, the one where the guy wants what he can’t have and decides to take it anyways. And it’s through no fault of your own that you’ve gotten caught up in this mess, you’ve sent no mixed signals, you haven’t flirted, or led him on. He knows you have a boyfriend who you’re happy with, but Bryce Langley is selfish and wants what he wants. You think it’s just a phase, one he’ll grow out of once the next pretty girl catches his attention. That’s the only reason you’ve never brought it up with Mr. Osbourne. Besides, you’ve been friends with him since you were both little. You trust Bryce despite his inconvenient crush on you.

That turns out to be a mistake that you don’t realize until it’s far too late.

He finds you finishing up the last bedroom, dancing to music that he can’t hear from your earbuds, but judging from the way your hips are swaying has you in a good mood. Bryce can’t help himself, he’s a little high already and watching your thick ass swing around in the air has him chubbing in his jeans already. It only gets worse when you bend over the bed to smooth out the covers. The shorts you wear already hug against your ass, exposing warm brown skin and he can see just the hint of cheek when you stretch over the bed. It’s good that you have the earbuds in and the music is playing otherwise the strained groan that leaves him would give him away. It doesn’t help him one bit that he’s seconds away from just shoving you down on the bed and mounting you right then and there. Yeah, seeking you out while he’s high was definitely a bad idea.

“Bryce? What are you doing in here?” You question, startling a bit when you turn around and find him staring at you. You pluck one of your earbuds out of your ear and offer your friend a sweet smile. Bryce has to check himself, he can’t afford to get distracted by your pretty smile or your full lips, and the thought of what they would look like wrapped around his cock.

“Nothing, I was just wanting to see if you wanted to smoke with me before you went home.”

You check your watch, you have time before you have to go get ready for your date with Colin. “Yeah, I can hang for a bit.” You tell him, and Bryce grins and throws an arm over your shoulders leading you out of the finished room and out to his car. Your little guest house isn’t that far off from the manor, just a few miles and normally you’d be happy to walk but Bryce insists on driving you over.

Everything seems to go as usual, you laugh and joke with your friend, puffing on a joint and declining any of the harder drugs that Bryce tried to offer you. When he eventually pulls out a handheld camcorder you don’t think anything of it, laughing when he aims the camera in your direction. You’re feeling good from the weed, relaxed and you don’t pay attention to the way that Bryce let’s the camera slowly drag down your sprawled out form. “God, you really are such a fucking tease, pet.” He mumbles, and you wave him off and take another pull from the joint before offering it back to Bryce. He declines it and you just shrug and bring it back to your lips.

“I am not. Stop it.” You scoff, sluggishly shaking your head with a sigh. You look at the clock hanging on the wall, and curse. Jumping up from the sofa clumsily. “Shit, I gotta get ready for my date. Thanks for the weed, but—Bryce get that thing out of my face, I gotta get ready. I need you to leave.” You try to reach him so you can push him out of the guest house, but Bryce steps back and out of your reach with a dark chuckle.

“Right, Colin. You still dating that loser? Does he know how you prance around here barely dressed?” Bryce questions, and your brow furrows in confusion. “Does he know how you fucking tease me everyday?” He continues, and you shake your head in denial. You don’t do that, you’re sure of it. Sure he was handsome, and maybe if he had made a move before you met Colin and had fallen for him things would have been different, but Bryce hadn’t and now in your mind it’s too late.

“Stop it, Bryce. This isn’t funny, I told you already I’m not interested in you like that. I thought you were over this.” You frown, arms folding over your chest. You don’t like this, and Bryce is making you feel uncomfortable and uneasy.

Your high is soured by this shift in Bryce’s energy, he’s not the bright, fun loving young man that you’ve come to know and enjoy hanging out with. There’s something dark and sinister about the way he glares at you from behind the handheld camcorder. “Let’s play a game.” He says, a chill shoots up your spine. “We’re going to make a little...documentary. Let’s call it,” He pauses as if he’s thinking it over. “Whores in the wild.” You flinch at such a harsh word being aimed at you. “I’d start running if I were you, because if I catch you I am going to wear that little cunt of yours out.” He sneers, and it takes you all of one second to turn and start to sprint out into the darkness. You have no idea where you’re running too, you think that if you can make it back to the main house that you can wake someone up and you’ll be safe from whatever has gotten into Bryce.

You tear through the treeline, ignoring the branch that cuts your cheek open, you don’t stop to worry about it. You just keep running in the general direction of the main estate manor. You trip and stumble, hands scratching against rocks and sticks in the ground but you push yourself back up and keep running. You feel like you’re moving in slow motion though, and it makes you panic and trip again, this time you catch yourself on a tree trunk. Steadying your feet you quietly sob, fear and panic trying to grip you and make you curl in on yourself. You swallow it down and push off from the tree to keep running, you can’t let Bryce catch you. Not after that threat, and not when you don’t doubt that he’ll follow through with it.

I should have just had Colin meet me for our date tonight. You think, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks at the thought of your boyfriend. Your hands frantically search your pockets for your phone but then you remember that you left it lying on your sofa. You’d scream out in frustration but you can hear Bryce trampling through the woods behind you as you try to make it to safety.

The dread grips your heart tight, and as you run you try to think back on every moment that you’ve shared with Bryce. Had there been signs that he had a dark side, had you really been giving him mixed signals? You quickly shake that thought off, you know that you haven’t. You’d made it clear from the first moment that he’d tried to make a move that you only saw him as a friend and that you were happy with Colin. You thought he had taken it well, but clearly not if he’s hunting you through the woods as if you’re some type of animal.

“You’re leaving quite the trail, pet! It’s almost like you want me to catch you!” Bryce calls out into the night, and you choke on a sob. You don’t want that, you don’t want that at all and his words make you lose track of your surroundings as you run blindly through the trees. Your foot catches on a raised tree root, and it twists your ankle as you fall to the ground with a pained cry. Your hip lands hard against a rock, and pain racks your frame as you let out a wheezing breath.

“Fuck!” You quietly hiss, carefully clawing your way back up to your feet. You try to test your weight on the ankle that’s twisted and wince as the pain shoots straight up your leg. You’re at a disadvantage now, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to hobble your way to freedom. You’ve still got some hope left in you, even as you can hear Bryce clear as day behind you as he finally catches up.

“Look at her, still trying to run even though she knows it’s over.” Bryce doesn’t even need to raise his voice for you to hear him, and you turn to look over your shoulder. He’s right there, you can see him clearly and your heart lurches. Immediately you snap your head back around and start calling out for help, but you know you’re too far for anyone to hear you out here. You cry, cold fear shooting up your spine when you feel Bryce moving in close enough that his body heat seeps into you. It’s chilly out, and you’re only in a t-shirt, shorts, and a pair of comfortable flats. You shiver, watching as Bryce circles around you while he films his video on the camera.

“Bryce please, I’m hurt and it’s cold. This isn’t funny, just...just help me back to the guest house and we can forget about whatever this is.” You try, carefully limping backwards away from him. That’s a mistake, and you end up stumbling to the ground with a cry. Bryce just laughs, following you down and letting the camera scan down your body again as you try to scramble away from him when he reaches out to touch you. That only angers him and he grabs you by your dark hair, forcing you to stay still.

“Yeah and what about me, huh? You don’t think I’ve been hurt by you and your fucking games?” He spits, yanking on your hair hard enough to make you cry out in pain.

“Bryce, stop this! I haven’t been doing anything, why are you acting like this?!”

He ignores your question, setting the camera down so he can flip you over onto your stomach and force you lower body up onto your knees. He has you face down in the dirt, and when you try to move he presses your face back down hard. “You fucking move before I tell you to, you tell anyone about this, you think about trying to quit, I will make sure my grandfather believes that you’ve been stealing from him right under his fucking nose.” Bryce threatens, and you suck in a sharp breath. “I’ll even use this video as proof. A little editing here and there and you’ll look like nothing more than a junkie whore. The exact type that would steal from her benevolent employer.”

You’re crying again, knowing that if Bryce did that your reputation would be ruined. Your good name would be dragged through the mud and you’d be lucky if you could get hired to scrub a toilet. It’s a heavy enough threat that you don’t move, and you don’t scream when you feel Bryce roughly yanking down your shorts and underwear with one rough pull. You want to cover yourself from his view, and the camera but moving carries the threat of him ruining you and making you unhirable. You close your eyes when you hear him humming in approval, clearly enjoying the sight of your bare sex, and when he pressing fingers against your clit and begins to circle them over it you suck in a sharp breath. “Bryce, please. It’s not too late to stop this, I promise I won’t tell.” You beg, and he just spits on your dry cunt and uses his saliva to get you slick.

“Oh I know you won’t tell, because no one would believe you.” You hear a zipper coming down and you choke on a sob and clench your eyes shut as tightly as you can. “Who’s gonna believe you over me anyways?” When he says that it hurts you even more, you know what sort of disadvantage you’re at here on more than just one level. The fact that he’s willing to take advantage of that makes your heart crack in two. Even Bryce knows it’s low, he knows this whole thing is fucked up, but he’s selfish and if this is the only way he can have you then so be it. If this were a more primitive time he’d be well within his rights to claim you like he’s planning to. He’d be congratulated, and you’d be expected to fall in line and be happy or suffer in silence. That’s how he rationalizes what he’s doing when he pulls his cock free and lines himself up to push into you with a grunt.

You cry out in pain, hips involuntarily shifting away from him before he reminds you of his threat. “Bryce, no! I don’t want this, please stop it hurts!” You plead, gritting your teeth when he forces himself deeper into your channel despite how there’s no natural slickness from you to aid him or show that you want this in the slightest. The intrusion stretches you and burns, and it makes your insides churn as Bryce takes you by force. You sniffle into the dirt, trying not to think about the fact that Bryce is filming this shameful moment.

“Doesn’t matter what you want, pet. This is what you need, need to learn your fucking place and that’s under me.” He grunts, using his free hand to strum at your clit and you hate that your body starts to react and slick slowly begins to gather at your sex. You don’t want to feel any pleasure in this, but your body has other plans and its natural reaction helps to make it easier for Bryce to fuck into you despite your pleas for him to stop. “You keep complaining, but you’re getting wet, and you’re fucking squeezing the life out of me. Does Colin even get you off, you’re so tight I gotta wonder if you can even feel his cock.” You hate the way he talks to you like this, you hate how he brings up Colin and talks about him the way he does. You know you’re more than satisfied with Colin, and in fact Colin fills you so much better than Bryce does but you don’t say that. You don’t want to set him off anymore than he already is, not when he’s already holding such a heavy axe over your head.

It’s all so humiliating, and you hate that your body encourages him with how your walls begin to flutter around Bryce, sex gripping and clenching around him as he starts to let each stroke of his cock hit you deep. He may not be as thick as Colin, but he’s thick enough to stretch you, and long enough that you can feel the tip of cock hitting hard against your cervix. It makes you cry out, and your toes curl in your flats as you pull up clumps of dirt and sob into the Earth at the feeling. You hate how this is how you find out what sex with Bryce would be like, something you only thought about briefly in the past when you thought he might ask you out or make a move. He never did, and now this is what you’re left to deal with. It’s tortuous and yet there’s pleasure there that your body feels as it reacts to how roughly he’s fucking you. The coil is tightening, and you can feel it twist tighter and tighter as the pressure between your thighs builds to a precipice. You bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood just to keep yourself quiet when that pressure finally makes the coil within you snap, and you feel the unwanted orgasm wash over you. You don’t want Bryce to have the satisfaction of hearing you, but he can feel it and he can see the way your body quakes from it.

“All that fucking whining, and you couldn’t even keep yourself from cumming on my cock. Guess you don’t love that boyfriend nearly as much as you claim too.” Hearing Bryce say that makes your heart crack in two. You know that it’s your body's natural reaction to stimulation, but the guilt is still there regardless and it only grows when you feel Bryce reaching his own climax as your body pulses around him and milks his cock for his spend. “Admit it, you wanted me to fuck you. You fucking needed it!” When you don’t say anything and just whimper that you don’t he yanks your face up from the dirt and forces the camera in your face, nearly blinding you with the bright light that shines from it. “Admit it!” He demands, and you let out a broken sob.

He’s gone mad, you think to yourself, just tell him what he wants to hear so he’ll let you go.

“I—I wanted you to fuck me,” You struggle with saying it, and it makes you feel nothing but shame to be forced to say that on camera. “Can...can I please go now, Bryce? My ankle really hurts.” You ask quietly, eyes downcast and unable to meet his darkened blues. He narrows his eyes at you, and shoves your cheek back into the dirt as he moves the camera behind you to catch his spend starting to leak out of you. He pushes it back inside you with rough fingers, making you cry out sharply at the sudden feeling of his fingers delving inside you. He pumps two digits into you, using his cum as lube to make it easier for him to work in a third finger. You hiss, gritting your teeth and grunting when you feel him curling and searching for that sweet spot inside you. You give an involuntary gasp when he finds it, and Bryce smirks as he begins to pump his fingers mercilessly against it. This time the pleasure he forces on you is intense and all consuming. It has your mouth falling open and cries of pleasure that you can’t stop from escaping you as he forces a fast and messy orgasm out of you.

“Oh there she is, filthy whore. What? Were you hoping I’d just let you run off so you can just go fuck your boyfriend and let him have my sloppy seconds?” You shake your head, honestly sex is the last thing you want more of. Right now you just want a shower and to drink until you can forget this night ever happened. But Bryce has other plans, and he wants to leave you wrecked. “Let’s see you try to fuck him after I leave you all loose and useless.” He scoffs, and then you feel the fourth finger pushing into you. You panic, but Bryce quickly sets the camera off to the side at the perfect angle and distance to capture the moment. Before you can pull entirely off of his fingers he has you by the hair, and slams his four digits back into you fully.

“Bryce no, please no! I won’t have sex with him, I promise. Just let me go now please!” But you’d have better luck begging a brick wall, because Bryce just ignores your promise and slowly and carefully folds his thumb into his palm so he can start working his hand into you. You struggle with the widest part, and the pressure feels immense as his hand finally pushes into your pussy and it leaves you panting, and gasping. You’ve never done this before, and Bryce hasn’t exactly been gentle with you. It’s a miracle that nothings gone more wrong than it already is, it’s a small mercy that you can’t even fully appreciate because it does nothing to remedy what you’re feeling at the moment. You’re stretched, and feeling incredibly full, and what’s worse is that it doesn’t hurt like you anticipated it would. It feels good, and god do you wish it didn’t. You close your eyes, and breathe, you let your mind trick you into believing that it’s Colin that’s doing this to you. Maybe if you can just convince yourself of that you can bear it.

“Fuck, more of a whore than I thought.” Bryce says with a low whistle, and just like that your fantasy is shattered by the sound of his voice. You choke on a sound, feeling Bryce curl his fingers into a fist and when he moves his hand inside you the sound that comes out of you is almost animalistic. "Go on, tell me how good it feels."

You open your mouth to say something, and nothing but a lewd moan comes out of you. Bryce just snickers, his fist moving inside you, his knuckles strumming against spots inside you that make you see stars. You can feel the pressure again, building so much quicker than before. The schlick schlick schlick of your cunt wrapped around his fist is loud in your ears, and you know the camera is picking up on it as well. Your body burns with humiliation, and yet more of your slick is gushing down his wrist despite that. Screaming, you drag your nails against the soft Earth under you. And the third climax that Bryce draws out of you nearly knocks you out entirely, your vision whites out and you can feel the gush of your juices as Bryce makes sure to drag the moment out for as long as he can. A ruined cry tears its way out of your throat, it’s frustration, shame, humiliation, and ecstasy all mixed into one and you’re left feeling raw and sore by the end of it.

Bryce pulls his hand out of you, careful of how tightly you’re still clenching around it. “My messy little whore,” He sighs out, grabbing up the still recording camera so he can capture the moment when he wipes his hand over your face and hair to smear your essence over your features. It’s just another thing to leave you feeling dirty and humiliated, and you’re starting to realize that this is just Bryce’s way of punishing you for not willingly giving him what he wanted on your own. You just stare at nothing in particular, not moving an inch when Bryce pulls your panties and shorts back up to cover you. Then stands to his feet and fishes his wallet out of his back pocket. He pulls out a wad of hundred dollar bills and as if to further rub salt into the wounds he’s inflicted on you, Bryce stuffs the wad of cash into your pocket and gives you a pat on the ass. “Go get that ankle checked out in the morning. Looks like it might be swollen.”

Then he leaves you there, alone in the woods. You don’t move at first, too numb and in shock to move until the chill in the night air begins to settle in your bones.

It takes longer to hobble your way back to the guest house, than it took for you to wind up in the spot where Bryce had attacked you. You're tired, and aching all over. Looking at the clock you see that it’s fifteen minutes past the time that you were supposed to meet Colin and you sniffle and try to stifle your tears as you scoop your phone up off the sofa so you can call him.

He’s been calling, and texting. Wondering where you are and if you’re okay. You aren’t but you can’t tell him that, so you paste on a smile even though he can’t see you maybe he’ll hear it.

“Hey, Colin. Sorry I’m not there yet. I um...I don’t think I’m going to make it.” You tell him once he’s answered and told you how relieved he is to hear from you.

“Are you okay? Did something come up?” He questions, and you suck in a deep breath to steady your voice.

“Yeah I’m fine, I just uh...had an accident at work. Fell down a few steps on the stairs and twisted my ankle pretty bad in the fall. I’m fine though, I’m going to the doctor first thing in the morning to make sure everything’s okay.” And to get a plan b pill from the drugstore, but Colin doesn’t need to know that when the two of you already use protection.

“Shit babe, are you sure you want to wait until the morning? Why didn’t anyone take you to the ER? Does your boss know?” Colin fires off questions a mile a minute and normally his concern for your well being is endearing but right now you just need him to be quiet.

“Sweetie I’m fine, I haven’t told Mr. Ogden yet, but if the doctor says it’s something more I’ll let him know I promise.” You sigh, limping your way to the bathroom. “I’m just sad I missed dinner, I know you were looking forward to it.”

“It’s fine, babe. Just try to get some rest and take a few days off work, don’t let those rich fucks work you while you’re injured.”

“Promise. I’ll talk to you later okay, I’m really tired now.” You say, and thankfully Colin doesn’t hold you on the line for much longer after that. You throw your phone onto the bed as you limp past it, and you enter your bathroom. Mentally you try to brace yourself for what you’ll see, somehow it’s worse than you expect. Your bottom lip is split from when you’d bit into it, your hair is a mess of tangles, dirt, and twigs. Your eyes are bloodshot from crying, and you look...haunted. You can’t look at yourself for much longer, and instead you strip out of your clothes, content to just throw them away. The shower you take is long and scalding, and by the time you’re done and the water is running cold, your skin is raw and irritated from how hard you have scrubbed at it.

All you want is to lay down, you know you won’t be able to sleep, but you’re so tired and exhausted from your ordeal. You settle for watching movies on the television to occupy your mind, but first you go to the freezer to grab a couple of icepacks. One for the blooming bruise against your side from when you had first fallen in the woods, and another for your sore center. There's barely a chance for you to relax before you're letting out a startled shriek when there’s a sudden knocking on the front door. Your phone chimes a second later, and when you open it you see a picture of Colin outside holding up a bag of takeaway containers. God he’s so sweet it makes you want to cry, and you do. Opening the front door and hugging him so tight that he has to pry you off of him so he can breathe.

He can tell something is wrong, but when he asks you if you’re sure you’re okay you just brush it off as being shaken up from the fall. When he asks about the icepacks you just show him the bruise and tell him you might have pulled something in your groin as well. You aren’t sure if he buys it or if he knows you well enough to not push when you clearly aren’t ready to share something with him. He dotes on you instead, making sure you’re fed, and that you don’t move around too much on your injured ankle. And when you ask him to stay the night he doesn’t question it and promises to be there when you wake up in the morning. He even promises to drive you to the doctor’s office to get your ankle checked out.

You can’t fully relax, but having Colin there let’s you sleep through the night and he soothes away any nightmares that attempt to plague you.

smh I had to bring some sweetness into this shit because Bryce was just terrible. So have the reader's boyfriend. Colin Shea, my love.

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QUICK ALL NONNIES ASSEMBLE AND SCREAM FOR AUGUST; PLEASE NATALIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Alright, just a little peek 😈

Warnings for pussywarming, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, daddy kink, m/m/f relationship, handjob, light bondage, no minors!

August rolled his neck on his shoulders as he walked through the front door, grinning as he tossed his jacket aside and heard soft whines coming from the living room, strolling in to find you stretched over the couch with your little brat’s head buried between your thighs.

“I’m guessing he wouldn’t shut up even after I left, fox.” August wrapped his hand loosely around your neck and tilted your head back so he could brush his lips over yours, chuckling when Bryce just let out another whimper from between your legs. “Poor dumb thing just doesn’t like the word no.”

“I’m guessing he wouldn’t shut up even after I left, fox.” August wrapped his hand loosely around your neck and tilted your head back so he could brush his lips over yours, chuckling when Bryce just let out another whimper from between your legs. “Poor dumb thing just doesn’t like the word no.”

“He really thought he should’ve been allowed to go with you, even after the shit show he almost started last time.” You bit your lip and groaned into August’s mouth when Bryce’s tongue swiped over your clit. “It was either this or tying him up with panties shoved in his mouth, and I figured I should get something for having to listen to him whine nonstop for two hours.”

“Of course.” August rested his stubbled cheek on the top of your head and sank beside you on the couch, grabbing Bryce by his hair and yanking his head back so he could finally take a deep, ragged breath as he rested his cheek against your thigh. “He actually do good and make you come, or was he just keeping you warm for me, fox?”

“No, he did good once he finally shut the fuck up.” You purred when August curled a hand around your breast as he stroked Bryce’s cheek with his thumb, the blonde just panting as he gazed between the two of you with wild eyes. “Got a little bit dumb about an hour ago though, think he came untouched and it messed him up.”

August gave a rich laugh when he caught sight of the sticky white stain that covered Bryce’s stomach, the younger man whimpering when August slipped his thumb between his lips and he immediately started suckling on it. Bryce wasn’t even fighting his bonds anymore, letting his hands rest cradled against his chest while August traced the curve of his wet, swollen, red lips with an appreciative growl while Bryce’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Did you apologize to your Mommy, boy?” August hummed when you licked a stripe up the side of his neck, tutting when Bryce shook his head with a small mewl. “What are you waiting for?”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t quiet when you asked, Mommy.” Bryce groaned when August dragged his hand down to cup his jaw, his cock starting to twitch against his thigh as August stroked the curve of his cheek with his thumb. “I’ll listen better, I promise.”

“Mm, I forgive you baby, you make sure you keep that promise.” You leaned forward and softly brushed your lips over Bryce’s as he let out a relieved sigh, squeezing the thick outline of August’s cock over his trousers before rising to your feet as he let his hand slide down to your ass. “I have to finish the prep for that new club acquisition, hammer, but you come find me once you’re finished and you put him away, need to get fucked.”

“A’course fox.” August kissed your wrist and slapped your ass before watching you walk away, turning his attention back to Bryce and leaning forward on his knees as the younger man drew in a deep breath of anticipation. “I undo those ropes, you gonna keep being good?”

“Yes, Daddy, please, I’ll be your good boy.” Bryce groaned when August slid the ropes from around his chest and down his arms, fighting the urge to touch his Daddy right away and resting his hands on his own thighs as he eyed August’s bulge with a hungry lick of his lips. “What do you want from me, Daddy?”

“Oh, very good boy.” August leaned back with a grin as Bryce preened at the praise, tucking his lip between his teeth and rolling his hips lazily as he cocked his head at the blonde. “Let’s give that mouth of yours a break, honey, use those hands of yours to make your Daddy feel good.”

Bryce dove forward and worked furiously to undo August’s fly, letting out a thin, high whine when he finally pulled out his daddy’s thick, heavy cock and fighting the urge to follow Daddy’s instructions and not lean down to lick up the pearly liquid that was already leaking from his slit. Instead, he smeared his thumb through it, slowly dragging his fist down August’s length as he rested his cheek on the older man’s thigh and gazed at him through his lashes.

August let out a purr that rumbled through his whole body when Bryce brought his other hand down to roll his balls through his palm, hissing when the blonde gave them a squeeze that made his cock jump in his grip. Bryce whimpered when August ran his fingers through his hair, his hand moving faster over August’s length as he rolled closer to his daddy and licking his lips as he watched even more precum dribble from his swollen crown.

“Shit, still want a taste every after spending all afternoon with a mouthful of your mommy, huh?” August chuckled when Bryce just huffed and ran his nose over the crease in August’s hip. “Alright, can’t help but spoil you a little when you’re being so good, get your taste, honey.”

Bryce hummed when he finally wrapped his lips around August’s weeping tip, watching the man’s face closely as he suckled at his sensitive head while his hands kept working his length and his sack the way he knew would drive him crazy. He hollowed his cheeks and August let his head drop back with a murmured “fuck”, his balls tightening in Bryce’s palm as his hips rocked towards the younger man’s face slowly as he drew him quickly towards his peak.

“That’s it… Ah, shit!” August groaned when Bryce squeezed his base at the same time his tongue traced over his slit, his eyes falling closed and his giant tightening in blonde hair as he gave a few short jerks of his hips while he shot his thick load against the roof of Bryce’s mouth. “Take all of it, Jesus, that’s fucking good. C’mere, baby, show me you got it all. What do we say?”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Bryce sighed as he leaned back and let his mouth fall open, pressing his cheek into August’s touch and purring as he stuck out his tongue when his Daddy leaned close to make sure he’d swallowed like a good boy.

“You’re welcome, precious.” August drew him to his feet and chuckled into his hair when Bryce wobbled on his feet, holding the younger man up and cooing as he let out more needy whines and ground his newly hard cock against August’s hip on instinct. “Let’s get you cleaned up and taken care of. See how much better it is when you behave?”

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