#chase collins x you

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 5: Ejaculating Toy

Riding That Thing

Summary:  Chase loves it when you perform

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, toy play, masturbating with an audience, butt plug, squirting, unprotected sex, spitroast, swallowing, bicep choking, mentions of sharing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.2K

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Chase hungrily gives your naked body a look over. Holding his finger up, he twirls it around, wanting you to spin your body around. Giving your ass a quick slap. The man on the couch gets excited, his body twitching around, and you don’t miss the hitch in his voice.

“What have we here?” his voice deep and rough, and you give Chase’s friend a clear view of the gold glitter plug, and giving your ass a wiggle. “It matches your other toy, huh, Angel?”

Looking over your shoulder, you nod your head at the guest, and look back at Chase, giving him a nasty kiss. “Do you know who I am?”

“August Walker,” you gulp, stepping just a bit closer to Chase.

“Good, and you know why I’m here?” you give him a nod, and Chase gives your wrist a gentle squeeze. “So what has your demon cooked up for us today?”

Without answering you saunter over to the golden dildo stuck to the floor, eyes on Chase as you go to sink down. Slowly lowering yourself over the phallic toy, all the way down to the root. Giving a bit of a whimper to Chase, but catching August smirk out of the corner of your eye.

“You took that so well, Angel,” Chase praises you, and with a nod of his head, you begin to work yourself over the toy. Bashfully casting glances over to August, but leaving most of your looks for your boyfriend.

The two men nurse a beer while they watch you work yourself over the golden cock. Tits bouncing, and Chase beams at you. Placing your hands behind you, both men stare hungrily as your snatch swallows every inch of the golden cock, “She’s a good little whore. I come home to her begging for my cock by riding that thing.”

“Turn around, Angel. I wanna see that pussy stretch out, and wanna see how that ass looks,” Chase confirms August’s order with another nod, and you spin around, really working yourself over the toy.  Letting your ass bounce over it, and Chase itches to just slap each cheek.

“Dammit, she’s pretty. You come home to this?”

“I do,” you let out a lewd moan and still your movements, “Uh uh uh. I didn’t tell you that you could stop. Keep going.”

Looking over your shoulders you give him a pout, and quickly look at August, “He won’t care. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I promise.”

With a deep breath, you pound yourself over the toy, both men, slowly palming their pants. You give a cry of Chase’s name, not slowing, and you feel yourself gush. Squirting all over the floor, but he didn’t tell you to stop.

“What’s that?” August asks, pointing to the bulb in Chase’s hand. Following the hose all the way to your toy.

“She loves being filled with cum. And I will make sure she gets that.”

A low growl emitting from August has you stuttering your movements, as a heat builds up in your belly. Slamming yourself over the toy, racing for that release. Your juices fall to the floor below, and still you keep going. Your ass bouncing beautifully on the toy, and your squelching sounds fill the room.

“Put her out of her misery, Collins.”

“Come for me, Angel. You’ve done so well,” lightning courses through your veins, and you feel the added warm from your toy, and you slowly fuck yourself through it. Giving a smile behind you, when you fully sink down on the toy.

“Go on, Angel, let’s see her drip,” getting on all fours, you let the fake cum, that pales in comparison to Chase’s drip out of your hole, and the thick cream rolls out one drip at a time

“I think I need to break her in,” August says, licking his lips. His hands rub up and down his thighs, but he only looks at you with straight desire and lust.

“Nope. Not this time. You already had your fun. Maybe you should go home to your girl.”

“She knows what she signed up for,” he goes to stand, but Chase jerks him back. “You know I out rank you right?”

“You know that this isn’t regulation. I let you see her, but that doesn’t mean I want you to have her.”

“Maybe we should call the Professor,” he mentions, raising up his eyebrow.

“No,” interrupting their change of thought. “Chase, he can fuck me from behind, baby. No one has to know,” August pulls your body to the couch, leaning you over the arm, and removes himself. Watching your needy pussy clench around nothing and Chase stands up himself. Pulling out his veiny cock before sliding into your mouth.

August pushes through your slicked up walls with no time for you to adjust to his girth, just a, “You’re drenched. You can take it,” not caring that you whine at the severe stretch, sending you full force towards Chase, gagging around his length.  

“Fucking hell, she’s tight.  Where did you find such a whiny little Angel?  So sweet, too.  I bet even her pussy tastes like honey.  I got room at my house for another,” you grunt out your disapproval.  “Mine likes me to have others, that way her cunt isn’t so raw.”

“Shut up,” Chase tells him, while his hand lovingly moves down your face.  “She won’t be going anywhere.  And this is the last time.  She doesn’t mind you watching her put on a show, but no more freebies.  Find one of the other members’ girls to fuck.”

August grunts, and starts pounding into you.  A painful pleasure radiates through your body, and you don’t know whether to be turned on or scream out.  

But when he pulls out of you, and you gush onto the couch, leaving him to smirk, before slamming back into you, you can’t stop the mewls that are muffled by Chase’s cock.  A few more thrusts before pulling out again, and your juices squirt onto his thighs.  “He make you do that, Angel?”

“Why do you think we usually have sex in the floor?” Chase moans at the way your throat wraps perfectly around him.  Making those sweet little yips that tell you just how close he is.  “I’m…I’m gonna — Angel!” His head looks up at the ceiling and he pants out your name as his warm seeds spurts into the back of your throat.  Some of his thick cum escapes from your mouth, but he wipes it up, to push back into your whore mouth.

August still slams into your ass, and wraps his arm around you.  His bulging bicep closes off your air, and you start to see stars.  Whimpering out Chase’s name, only makes him shove into you harder.  He meant for you to feel him for weeks later, but your only thought is Chase.  His pouty little lips as he watches your face turn up in pleasure.  “This tight little pussy has got me in a vice grip.  You want it in your cunt or on your back.”

“My back.  I only want Chase’s cum inside me,” grabbing your hips, he uses you to fuck him.  Getting so much deeper than before.  Stuttering his movements, before pulling out, and shooting his thick cream all up your back.  

“Well, it’s been fun.  I’ll see you guys at the next mission.  Angel, you were much better this time around,” you roll your eyes, going to stand up, but lose balance, but Chase catches you, and holds on gently to your spent body, August gives you a wave with his head, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

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[jessybarnes]

Title: One Night Only

Pairing: Chase Collins x F!Reader

Word Count: 2k +

Tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, bedsharing, praise kink, fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, possible dubcon (Idk if this classifies as that so I'm tagging just in case), pet names, cuddling, biting, marking, nipple play, begging, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Written For: @sebastianstanbingo and @kinktober2022

Squares Filled: Bedsharing for Kinktober and Square B5 - One Bed for Sebastian Stan Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

Title Card: Yours Truly

"Well, that's just fucking great!"

You sigh as you look at the soaked floor of your dorm room. It hasn't even been a week since you moved in and things were already going south.

Thankfully, you're able to save your school books and important papers, but almost everything else the water touched is ruined. Your bedframe, the dresser, and the desk, they're all made of wood that is now saturated.

Just as you're about to call your RA, a knock sounds on your door.

"Y/N? Hey, is water leaking into your room too?"

You open it and groan, "unfortunately, yes. I was actually just about to call you, Dee. What are we supposed to do? The rain isn't set to stop for another twelve hours."

She looks around your room briefly before training her eyes back on you. Her eyes look tired like she's been trying to desperately control this uncontrollable situation for hours.

"I've got good news and bad news," she runs a hand through her curly hair. "The good news is that the school is going to have new furniture in all of our rooms by the end of the day tomorrow."

You gaze at her warily. "And the bad news?"

Dee almost winces and you know what she's going to say before she even opens her mouth. You shake your head and take a step back.

"No. Absolutely not. I am not, under any circumstances, sharing a room with Chase."

"Y/N, please...can't you just put aside your differences for one night? Besides, I didn't pick who had to sleep where."

Chase fucking Collins, one of the most arrogant, self-centered people you've ever met, hit on practically any woman with a heartbeat. He'd recently taken a liking to you and you had made it perfectly clear to him that you weren't interested.

That didn't stop him from trying to get in your pants every chance he got, though. Why couldn't he just accept that you just didn't want him? Girls threw themselves at him all the time anyway, so it wasn't like it was hard for him to get laid.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Dee was right, this wasn't her fault.

"Fine," you shrug, "I'll get my things. I've survived the last three weeks of him drooling over me so I sure as hell can survive one more night of it."

An hour later you stand outside Chase's door with the same sour look on your face from earlier. You don't even want to knock. The thought of spending any amount of alone time with him sounds about as fun as laying on a bed of nails.

Maybe you can sleep in the hallway or, come to think of it, who even needs sleep? College is about pulling all-nighters and eating your weight in Ramen, right? Before you can turn and walk away, Chase's door opens, his eyes raking over you like a hungry wolf would when seeing a lamb.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N. Have you finally come over to be my pretty little plaything?"

You roll your eyes and shove past him. "In your dreams, Collins. I'm only here because I have to be."

His eyes follow your figure as you walk to the middle of his room. "And," he shuts his door and leans against it, "may I ask why?"

You huff, "because this place is a fucking dump, and the roof leaks in the girl's dorm area. Now that you've asked your question, I've got one. Where's the other bed?"

He smirks and you swear you see his eyes flicker to a deep onyx. "There's only one, sweetheart. Don't worry though, we can share mine."

Your arms cross over your chest, "you can't be serious. I'm not sleeping with you, Chase. I'm here for one night until they put new furniture in my room. I'll just take the floor."

Chase watches with an amused look on his face as you grab the comforter off of his bed and throw your sweater down as a pillow.

"Suit yourself. Also, I hope you don't mind," he looks directly into your narrowed eyes and grins as he undoes the button on his jeans and slides them down his legs, "I sleep naked."

Your eyes go wide and you look away just as he takes his boxers off. "Whatever. Even if I did mind it's not like it matters."

He doesn't say anything else to you as you lay against his dresser. His room looks like yours only it's tailored to his style. It smells like him and you hate that you like it.

You really, really like it.

You close your eyes and try to ignore the fact that Chase is only a couple of feet away from you laying in his bed. Wearing nothing but one of his stupid, smug smiles on his face. At least, that's how you picture him.

Annoyingly, the floor isn't at all comfortable, but you stick to your guns and try your best to adjust. About forty-five minutes later, you finally fall asleep.

You wake up shivering.

Even with the comforter wrapped around you like a cocoon it still feels like you're in the arctic. You touch the screen on your phone and groan. It's only three in the morning and there's no way you're going to be able to go back to sleep with how cold it is.

"I can hear your teeth chattering all the way over here." Even if you can't see his face, you just know he's smirking.

"Well, if you didn't keep your room so fucking freezing then you wouldn't have to hear them."

"You know, the offer still stands, Y/N. You'll be much warmer if you come up here with me."

As much as you absolutely loathe the thought of giving in, the hard, cold floor isn't doing you any favors. Plus you have a test in the morning and you want to be well rested for it.

"Fine. But no funny business, Collins."

You untangle yourself from the comforter and begrudgingly stand up. Chase lifts the sheets and pats the empty space next to him.

Grabbing one of his extra pillows, you slide in beside him keeping as much distance as possible between the two of you.

"Just stay on your side of the bed and we'll be fine."

He chuckles, "whatever you say, sweetheart."

For a few moments, neither of you says anything. You're facing toward his dresser while he faces you. Even with all of the blankets you still can't get warm. You feel his fingers brush your arm and you jump.

"Jesus, Y/N, you're shivering." He wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you back against him with ease, "come here."

"Chase?! What are you doing?! I said-"

"I know what you said, but we both need to sleep and that's not going to happen if you're shaking like this. Now relax for me, okay?"

"...Okay." You have to admit, he is extremely warm. And you don't exactly hate the way it feels to have his big hand splayed across your bare stomach.

He nuzzles against the back of your neck, his warm breaths tickling your exposed skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore the coil of arousal blooming in your core. No, there is no way, no way, you're letting yourself be attracted to Chase and his womanizer reputation.

"I can hear your heart racing, sweetheart." His fingertips play with the hem of your sleep shorts just barely sliding underneath them. "You say you don't want me, but," Chase moves closer and you can feel his arousal pressing against your lower back, "your body tells me a different story."

You gasp, "Chase...I-"

"Shh, let me warm you up, baby."

His fingers slip between your folds and he groans, "oh, princess, you're already so wet." He circles your clit slowly, a moan falling from your lips. "That's it, Y/N."

You tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder, your hips thrusting up to meet the pads of his fingers. Chase begins to trail kisses along the side of your throat, your pulse thrumming wildly against his parted lips.

"Mmm, so pretty, sugar. Let's see if we can warm you up even more." He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside of you making you whimper.

"Oh, God...Chase!"

"That's right baby," he can't help rutting against you, his cock beginning to leak from how you're pushing back into him.

"Please! I- Oh, fuck...I need more."

"More? You mean like this?" He quickens his movements, curling his fingertips upward every so often. It's just enough to graze that specific place that makes you keen with want.

Any amount of protest you had left in your body dissipates as you feel your previous simmer of arousal turn into a full-fledged inferno. Chase's low, sultry voice in your ear makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and you can't help the whine you make when he nips at your earlobe.

"Doing so good for me, sweetheart. Wanna see you cum for me though. Come on, Y/N, you're right there. I can feel how close you are. Show me, baby. Cum all over my fingers."

You fist the sheets as your legs begin to tremble. The heel of his hand rubs your bundle of nerves every time he plunges into your soaked cunt.

"Oh, Chase! Fuck, I-I'm gonna...gonna cum!"

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the force of it making your eyes roll back of their own volition. Chase doesn't stop, the overstimulation causes your body to shake with aftershocks.

"Oh, baby... you look so beautiful cumming around my fingers. Such a good girl for me. Think you can do it again around my cock?"

You're panting as he rolls you onto your back. Chase towers over you, his once electric blue eyes now completely black.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart. I won't hurt you." He leans down on his forearms and captures your lips in a predatory kiss. He licks into your mouth, and his tongue tangles with yours, hot and dominant.

"Chase, what ... are you?"

He smirks, "I'm one of the sons of Ipswich, honey." He brings the two fingers that were just buried inside of you between his lips and moans around them. "You taste like heaven, Y/N."

Those same two fingers hover above your wide-eyed gaze briefly before flicking upwards. Immediately your wrists are held above your head and you realize you're unable to move them.

It dawns on you that he used magic to restrain you and, fuck, if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing anyone's ever done to you.

"Please...," you try to reach down and wrap your hand around his erection, but to no avail.

"Someone's eager," he growls and you roll your eyes.

"I swear to fucking god if you don't fuck me right now-"

"I hate to break it to you, sugar, but I'm not the one restrained here." You huff as he chuckles and you aren't sure if it's more condescending or authoritative.

"Chase! I'm not kid-AH!" Before you can finish, he lines himself up and effectively shuts you up with his dick.

"You're so demanding, pretty girl... - oh, fuck - and so damn tight!"

Your wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to move his hips. He's thick, the thickest you've had, and the way his cock nudges your sweet spot makes your toes curl.

"Oh, my fucking god, oh, Chase! Baby, you feel so good!"

He peppers open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach as he fucks you slow and deep. "Yeah, princess? Do you like the way I fuck this tight little pussy? I can feel the way your I pulling me in, sweetheart."

Chase cups your breasts and leans down to roll his tongue over one of your nipples. His name is a cry of pleasure from your lips as you arch into his touch, the familiar heat from before rekindling low in your belly.

He kisses you again, his teeth sinking deliciously into your lower lip. It's filthy, almost as if he's claiming you as he continues to mark your skin.

"You're so fuckin' hot, baby. These beautiful tits, this perfect little pussy, and those aren't even the best parts of you. God, you're a dream, Y/N."

"Chase, please!"

He brushes the pad of his thumb over your kiss-swollen bottom lip, "I got you, sugar. I'll give you what you need."

Chase lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and both of you groan, the new angle making his cock go impossibly deeper.

He fucks you at a punishing pace, hard and precise as the flared head of his dick hits your spot on every thrust.

You can't get enough of him. His coal-black eyes stare down at you, his skin glistens with beads of sweat, and little grunts and moans fall from his smooth, parted lips. It lights an eternal flame inside you, and you know you're a goner for him.

"Oh, god... oh, god, I'm gonna cum again. Chase, I'm gonna cum!"

He draws circles around your clit that match perfectly in time with his thrusts, his eyes shut tight now that you're beginning to clench around him.

"C'mon, Princess...do it. Cum on my cock, Y/N. Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum. Yeah, that's it...just like that! Oh, oh, FUCK!"

Chase stills inside of you just as you come undone for him a second time. Both of you are panting as he lets go of your leg and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

You lay there for a few moments, just breathing together until he finally looks at you again. His eyes are back to the beautiful blue that you're used to and you smile as he cups your cheek.

"You can move your hands, honey. They're not restrained anymore."

"Thanks," you grin and wrap them around his neck.

He kisses you sweetly and pulls out of you gently.

"I'm glad you're warm now, sweetheart."

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[sebastiansluts]

Why am I in the mood for chase collins? 💀 Anyway maybe could you write something about him finger fucking and going down on virgin/innocent reader?

Because sometimes Chase Collins just hits different lol

Chase Collins x Reader; dub!con, finger fucking, oral sex f receiving, orgasm delay, innocent reader- NOT underage

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Come on baby, just a little something, lemme make you feel good, so good," Chase goaded, pressing you against the wall. You shivered, eyes wide as you stared at his hand on your chest. His fingers traveled down your stomach, sliding under your waistband until he could get his hand in your pants, long fingers immediately finding how wet you were.

"Oh lookie here baby, you're already ready for me? Can just slide my fingers right in, fuck baby." Chase's fingers stroked your inner walls, finding your spot making you gasp. He rubbed back and forth, building you up fast and hard, before pulling his hand free from your pants, holding his fingers up to his mouth. He slowly sucked them, eyeing you as you trembled, so close to orgasm but pulled away before you could reach it.

"Chase please," you gasped, begging, for something, more, anything. He grinned wickedly at you, sliding his fingers into your mouth. You sucked them like he did, slowly pulling your head back against the wall and off his fingers, still faintly tasting of you.

"Fuck baby, I'm already destroying you aren't I? Barely even fingered you and you're already begging for me. Yeah, you want me, know you do baby, but you're gonna have to wait. I said I'd ease you into this and I'm going to." Chase pressed a quick kiss to your lips, getting on his knees and pulling your pants down along with your underwear.

Your face flushed as he stared at your bare pussy. He leaned forwards, pressing your legs apart, making you slide down on the wall a little. He gripped your thighs, helping you brace against his shoulders. He pressed his face between your legs, immediately licking through your folds.

You squirmed, sensation strange but good. He wiggled his tongue, sticking it into your cunt and pulling out, licking his lips. He dove back in, sucking at you, trying to get as much of your slick wetness as he could.

"Chase! I- I think it's happening!" you cried, hands in his hair, holding on as you curled forwards around his head. His hands pressed your hips hard against the wall, holding you up as you came, shaking as you nearly accidentally smothered him.

You sat back up, Chase pulling away, both of you gasping for air. Your legs were trembling, and they gave out, making you collapse onto Chase's lap. His arms came up, wrapping around you.

"Perfect baby, you're gonna be fucking perfect when I fuck you, I know it."

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[xcaptain-winterx]

Chase Collins: Time to sin AU

Time to sin Masterlist

• coming soon

#sebastian stan #chase collins x y/n #chase collins x you #chase collins x reader #chase collins #Time to sin AU #chase collins x stripper!reader #stripper!reader

[sgt-seabass]

💀 dark | 🔥 smut | 💧 angst | 🥰 fluff | 💐 hurt/comfort

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒖 | multiple characters x reader

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

#chase collins #chase collins x reader #chase collins x you #sebastian stan #sebastian stan character #ambswrites

[potatothots]

What Are You? Masterlist

What Are You?

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

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

Genre: Horror, Thriller

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

Pairings: multiple, check each work

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

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

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

All characters are 18+

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

James "Bucky" Barnes (Winter Soldier)

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

Lee Bodecker

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

Steve Rogers

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

Chase Collins

Nick Fowler

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

...more?

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[axelsagewrites]

Roy Kent*Locker Room

Pairing: Season one!Roy Kent x f!reader

Word count: 2063

Warnings: swearing (kent style), m! receiving oral, voyeurism/exhibitionism, Jamie flirting with reader, Roy’s inner thoughts aka light violence, smut 18+

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Jamie fucking Tartt was about to get his front teeth knocked out his fucking skull if he didn’t back the fuck down was all Roy could think about during practise. that and knocking him over the head with a heavy rope, or a rock, or his fist, or his shoe, or really anything. of course, the American didn’t see the harm in Jamie running up and down the pitch like a twat but as captain Roy wanted nothing more than to ship all three of them back on a plane to wherever the hell the cowboy came from.

the only solace Roy got during that practise was your text saying you would pick him up after practise for a surprise date. for a moment it actually brought a smile to his face. that was till he caught sight of Tartt doing his own chant, so he sent back a quick ‘love u’ text before going to yell at the knob head celebrating a fake match.

Roy counted down the seconds till he could get off this damn pitch however when coach lasso called, he decided to fall back. by making sure Roy was the last one in the locker room and showers he could make sure he was as far back from Jamie Tartt who was running like he was being chased. if only it was Roy chasing him with a big stick.

anyone who spoke to him only received a grunt in return. as Roy came back from the showers with only a towel round his waist most of the team had left. Jamie was at his locker taking his stupid tongue out selfies as Issac said a quick goodbye to him, dodging Roys gaze as he and Collin split, Sam not far behind.

Roy inwardly smiled at the way Nathan ran out the room when he walked in. when he got to his locker the first thing, he did was check his phone to discover you were already here, so he quickly let you know he just had to get changed. when lasso and beard tried to say goodbye Roy just grunted as he pulled on his jeans.

when he glanced behind him, he was grateful to see Jamie finally sauntering out the room, not even bothering to say goodbye to his captain to which Roy was thankful for. when the door shut behind Jamie Roy let out a sigh of relief being the only one left in the room.

you however had decided not to wait in the car and just meet Roy in the locker room. you nodded and smiled to all the boys you passed but didn’t stop to talk since you weren’t there for them. as Isaac and colin left the two wondered how in the hell you and Roy worked considering you were always kind and happy whereas Roy was, well Roy.

You were barely able to slip passed ted and beard with just a howdy hello. However only one of the boys managed to stop you in your path, “Look who it is,” Jamie grinned, opening his arms out wide making you roll your eyes with a smile, “Its Mrs grampa,”

“Hello to you too Tartt,”

“Don’t worry love I won’t keep ya. Can’t risk grampa having to wait for his sponge bath,”

You rolled your eyes again as you kept walking, knowing full well Jamie was staring at your arse, “You’re just jealous he gets one and you don’t,” you grinned, excited to finally see your boyfriend after a long day.

“If you ever wanna be with a real footballer love you’ve got my number,” he said, clicking his tongue and firing finger guns at you before spinning on his heels and finally leaving.

you were laughing quietly as you opened the door to the locker room, finally laying eyes on your boyfriend. Roy looked up with a stone face, but a smile fell over it when he saw you, “What’s got you laughing then princess?” he asked as he fastened his belt.

“Just Jamie being a prick,” you said as you walked up to him. before Roy could start his impending rant, you looped your fingers in his belt loops, pulling him closer, “Sad I missed the show though,” you smirked, leaning up to kiss him.

Roy practically melted into your touch as his hand cupped your jaw, his other resting on your hip, “Im sure I could hit rewind for you,” he teased as he pulled back, his hands moving to your back to pull your body flush against his, “I’ve missed you,”

“You saw me this morning babe,” you laughed as your arms moved to rest over his shoulders.

Roy chuckled, his eyes glancing down, “Been thinking about you all day,”

“What about me specifically?” you teased, catching another quick peck.

his hands slid down your back slowly before he suddenly slapped your arse making you have yelped half squeal. “You know exactly what I’ve been thinking about. walking in here looking like this,”

“Looking like what?” you said, leaning in so your nose brushed against his.

“So, fucking fuckable,” he said, his voice somehow lower than before making your stomach do flips and knocking the butterflies all over the place, “Been thinking about those fucking lips all day,” Roy said before his lips crashed onto yours in a desperate messy kiss.

your hands gripped his hair making Roy groan into the kiss as his hands squeezed your hips tightly knocking the wind out of you. “Well, I can’t do much else with these lips till we get out of here,” you said, finally pulling away for air and walking backwards leading Roy towards the door.

“Says who?” Roy said, his hot breath fanning over your neck before his lips soon to kiss down your skin making you moan when he reached the crook of your neck. Roy moved you back till your back was against the locker room door.

“We can’t Roy,” you moaned, your grip tightening in his hair.

“Sure, don’t sound like you wanna stop,” he mumbled against your skin.

it had been a thought you’d had a lot, fucking Roy in the locker room. or really anywhere at Richmond. Roy had even said after his last win that he would’ve taken you on the pitch right then if he could. ever since the idea had been in your head and with the season just starting again it was seeming tempting, but you knew the cleaners would be coming round soon.

but not right now. Roy groaned when you pulled his head from your neck but his eyes about popped out his skull when he felt your hand on his belt buckle. “Seriously?” he asked, almost getting giddy about the idea as you unbuckled the belt, working quickly on the button of his jeans.

You hummed in response as you undid his zip, “Just my mouth though. for now,”

“Hey im not fucking complaining,” Roy grinned but his mouth fell open, a small moan from his lips when he felt your hand wrap around his cock, “Fuck babe wait- “he said making you almost pull your hand out his boxers but he grabbed your wrist to stop you, “Over here. so, we’re not in the middle of the room yeah?” he said as he led you over to the closest locker.

you laughed when you looked up at the locker, “You want me to suck you off in front of Jamies locker?” you said, still following Roy over.

“Cmon,” Roy groaned, his cock pulsing in your hand as he reached his enemies spot in the locker room, “This would be the ultimate fuck you. the fuck yous of fuck you,” he said as the backs of his legs hit the bench.

your hand moved from his dick, much to Roys dismay, to hold his shoulders. Roy was about ready to call it quits when he felt you push down on his shoulders, making him sit down on the bench. you stayed stood for a moment, your hand tracing over his jaw, “You Roy Kent, are a petty bitch,” you said as you slowly moved down onto your knees making Roy somehow get even harder, “Who I love,”

“I’ve never loved you more,” Roy said as he watched you with awe. you rolled your eyes as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his tip.

if you were going to do something so wrong you were going to do it right. you licked slow soft licks around his tip making Roy groan as his hand found its way into your hair, but he knew better than to rush you. he nearly gasped for air when he felt you lick down his shaft, your hand resting on the other side of his sensitive member.

you teased him for a few moments till you finally began to swirl your tongue around his tip before slowly sinking down his cock. Roy moaned, not caring if anyone was still here to hear him as your hands moved to cup his balls. his moans were all the encouragement you needed to keep going, your head bobbing down with an increasing pace as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.

Roy felt like he could cum at any moment, but he wanted to enRoy this. his eyes were screwed up with pleasure but for some reason he felt the need to open them. when he did, he saw Jamie, standing at the other locker room door, his hand still on the handle and his jaw practically on the fucking floor.

having Jamie seeing this was somehow even better than him never knowing it happened. it took Jamie a moment to notice Roys eyes were open and when he met his captains eyes all Roy could do was smirk, leaning his head back to rest against the wall as Jamie stood there in awe. Roy wanted to enRoy this feeling, that was until he felt your cheeks hollow around his cock and his eyes screwed up in pleasure once more.

Roy knew he couldn’t wait any longer but when he went to tap your shoulder to tell you that, a signal you had decided upon months ago, you decided to keep going. Roy couldn’t contain himself any longer and he gasped as he felt himself spill his cum down your throat. your movements slowed but you didn’t pull your lips away till you had practically sucked all the life from the footballer.

when you pulled off, wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your shirt, you looked up to Roy with those doe eyes he loved so fucking much. seeing them made him reach down, pulling you in by your jaw to kiss you harshly. you heard some kind of click and you pulled back, glancing behind you, “Did you hear something?” you asked, slowly getting up from your suddenly sore knees.

“Nah,” Roy said as he helped you stand, getting up himself and zipping back up, “But we should go. gotta get you home so I can repay the favour,” he said making you giggle and rush towards the door, Roy slapping your arse as you went making you fake scold your boyfriend.

as you walked the halls Roy briefly wondered if he had taken it too far but after all it was Jamie, so he didn’t worry. then he wondered why Jamie hadn’t confronted him? was it actually Jamie that had seen him or some orgasm angle? if Jamie had down that to him Roy would’ve fucked him across the room and kicked the living hell out of him.

it must’ve been someone else Roy thought, trying his best to act casual as he walked with you to the parking lot. however, when Roy opened the door for you to walk into the car park, he looked up to see Jamie, sat his car eyes closed. Roy barked a laugh at the sight, making your head spin around looking for what was funny.

however, Jamie had heard your boyfriends laugh and by the time you spotted his car it was speeding out of the parking lot. You looked after the car, head tilted, “Jamies a weird one,” you said as you unlocked your car, and all Roy could do was laugh. next practise was gonna be the cats’ pyjamas.

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— GIANTS IN THE OCEAN

SUMMARY : when jensen dresses as dean for halloween, he tried to prove that he can fuck like him when he’s told he doesn’t.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x latina!reader

CHARACTERS : misha collins, jared padalecki, genevieve padalecki

WARNINGS : nsfw (18+), smut, angst, fingering, defending wanda maximoff bc I’m whipped for her, switch!jensen & switch!reader

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

A/N : title from sky eats aeroplane’s song. procrastination, laziness, gah. anyway, it’s the destiny showcase so I’m doing nothing and I’m posting now LOL X

Jensen cleared his throat loudly from where he stood at the closet, trying to get his girlfriend's attention who was applying makeup as a part of her costume. She blinked the blurriness from her eyes and looked at him first from the mirror, then turned around with a raised brow at his costume of choice.

“Dean Winchester? Really? You’re not even trying,” she laughed softly, then returned to quickly finish up with her look. He deflated slightly, pouting as he made his way to her, he got down on his knees and sat back on his legs to admire her.

“Wanda isn't a hero, but Dean is,” he argued after giving some thought to how to respond to her comment. She squinted her eyes, giving him the side-eye, just then she finished up and then turned to face him. He blinked up at her innocently, green eyes wide and pretty, his lashes fluttering like a princess against his freckled cheeks.

She grasped his chin with her black-stained fingers, leaning forward so her red-tinted lips brushed against his, “as a mother, I have to disagree.” He blushed, but excitedly tried to lean forward to claim her lips only for her to pull away with a little tsk. “You’re so pretty like this, baby, on your knees for me like a good boy,” she murmured seductively, swiping her thumb across his pillowy lip.

“Don’t do this to me now,” he moaned, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against hers. His hands clung tightly to her leather covered thighs and she turned her face slightly to kiss him with a playful smile on her lips. He slid his hands up her legs, grasping her hips to tug her forward, off the chair, and into his lap to deepen the kiss. “You’re so hot,” he mumbled when he pulled away just a bit to breathe. Then, he returned her mouth, hunger hidden beneath each quick peck he gave her.

“So are you, Jay,” she replied softly, pulling away and placing her finger on his lips when he chased her mouth for more kisses. “Especially when you’re dressed as Dean Winchester.” She smirked down at him and his pretty, puckered, pink lips. He gazed at her curiously, a little surprised by her admission. He didn’t have time to respond or to even let that information sink in because he instinctively shut his eyes when she leaned forward quickly to place open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his breathe catching in his throat when she reached down and started to rub his semi-hard cock over his jeans. “Baby, I don’t wanna get to Jared’s party with my dick hard,” he groaned, his voice deep with lust, breathy and hot. She felt her pussy tingle, a wave of heat and arousal starting to build up between her legs.

“Then, let’s get going before I fuck you here on the floor, yeah? Dean?” She looked down at him innocently, mimicking what he’d done earlier. He shook his head at her, his cock stirring in the tight confines of his jeans at being called Dean. However, with the Scarlet Witch costume she was wearing, it was a little scary but in a hot way. “Now, get your dick soft, my mom’s downstairs with the kids.”

Y/N stood up from Jensen’s lap, getting a matching crossbody bag that was small and didn’t get in the way of her costume. Jensen stayed on the floor for a while, trying to get his mind out of the gutter and get his excitement under control before he got up. Embarrassingly so, she was leaning against the doorway with a smug smile just watching him try to recollect himself.

“Please, Y/N, don’t judge me,” he said playfully, holding his palm up to stop her from looking at him. She chuckled, pushing her body off the doorframe to start walking away, Jensen following right behind.

“I’m pretty sure she calls me names in Spanish,” he blurted out, scratching the back of his neck.

“Pftt, no she doesn’t,” Y/N said unconvincingly, “besides, there’s a difference between my kids and my husband,” she added, shrugging nonchalantly, a grin fighting it’s way onto her lips despite how hard she bit it.

Okay, maybe she did call him names, but they were meant affectionately. And mostly it was names relating to his freckles or his green eyes that were too hilarious or accurate for her to stop her mom from calling him even when he was right there. Like a codename girls use for their crushes or people they dislike.

“You said she liked me!” He exclaimed quietly, grabbing her arm to twirl her around and pull her into his chest.

“She does! I’m messing with you, baby,” she promised, leaning up to kiss the worry from his face. “You’re perfect and she knows that,” Y/N said earnestly, cupping his face in her hands, “she knows you’re an amazing husband and an even better father. I love you so much. I swear, no, I promise you, she likes you too. She told me you were a keeper, Jay.” She looked up at him with the widest, in-love-with-you eyes he just couldn’t help the way it immediately made him relax.

“She did?” He asked softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N nodded, her own arms circling around his neck. “I was in love with you from the start and she knew it. She saw everything that you were and she convinced me to go for it before someone else whisked you away. Thanks to her, you’re mine.” Y/N leaned up to kiss him again, softly, tenderly.

“Thanks to her, you’re mine,” Jensen corrected quietly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so insecure,” he chuckled, brushing her cheek with his fingers lovingly.

“I shouldn’t have said that as a joke, I’m sorry too.” She grabbed his hand and kissed it softly, “let's get out of here.” He kissed her forehead and nodded in agreement, letting her lead all the way downstairs to greet her mother and say goodbye to their children.

“Dean and Wanda?” Misha asked, taking a large sip of his beer. “What a strange couple, but the two of them are crazy about family so…” he smiled broadly, hugging them both. Y/N laughed, squeezing Misha’s side as Jensen patted his back.

“And you’re.. the Mandalorian, but without your helmet on…” Jensen chuckled, pulling away first to ruffle Misha’s already messy hair.

“How else am I supposed to drink beer and eat candy?” He shouted over the music, then dragged the two of them inside to allow people an easier way in. Misha led them into the kitchen, talking about how he’d somehow lost his Grogu toy somewhere in Jared’s house. “Anyway, go crazy you two.. but not as crazy as the people you’re dressed up as,” Misha teased, patting them both on their heads before making his way somewhere else to have fun.

“Well..” Jensen chuckled as he watched Misha leave.

“I love him,” she said happily, then started to put together Jensen’s drink.

“Same,” Jensen smiled, watching her with a loving look. “So… about what you were saying earlier… about me dressing up as Dean? Did you mean that?” He asked, leaning against the counter, attempting to be completely cool about his question, trying not to give away that it's something he’d considered for a while: role playing as Dean during sex.

“Yes?” She confirmed hesitantly, handing him the Old Fashion she’d prepared then started to make her own drink. “Why? Got something naughty in mind?” She asked, glancing up at him every now and then, seeing the blush on his face either from the heat of the house filled with mostly strangers or from whatever was going on in his mind.

“Always,” he grinned bravely, taking a large gulp of the whiskey for his sudden bashfulness. She raised a brow at him, her interest piqued, placing a few gummy worms into her already sweet drink.

“You gonna tell me or show me?” She asked, stepping forward as he took another sip. He choked on it a little, glanced around for anybody who could be watching or listening. At that time, she took a gummy worm and dangled it in front of him playfully. He obediently opened his mouth and let her push the gummy worm inside, the sweet and sour taste making him hum softly in satisfaction.

“Well, I-I was just gonna make a suggestion,” he stuttered, his mouth slightly full with the chewed up candy. He swallowed quickly when she licked her fingers lasciviously, just as he reached behind her to steal a bag of gummy bears.

“I think…” she murmured, hooking her fingers onto his belt loops and tugging him forward. “I think you should honour your costume and show me. Here.” He blinked down at her, his eyes wide and completely astounded at her bold words.

“Shit,” he muttered, his face a bright red colour. “Are you ovulating?”

“Shut up,” she laughed, the spell of wantonness suddenly broken. She took the bag of gummy worms she opened and started to walk away from him, carefully weaving through the dancing and sweaty bodies with her drink.

He downed the rest of the whiskey, knowing he’d definitely need it if she was going to keep it up with the hot flirting. He carefully dumped his cup into the sink then tried to follow her, only to lose her in the literal sea of bodies, salty and heavy. He easily found Jared even in his Green Arrow costume, standing high above most of the people. He was dancing and laughing with Gen, who was dressed as Wonder Woman, the two of them were talking to someone Jensen didn’t know.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Jensen said politely, turning to Jared. The man was kind and smiled at Jensen, standing off to the side to let Jensen have a quick chat with Jared and Gen. “Have you guys seen Y/N? I sorta lost her. Great costumes by the way,” Jensen rushed out, anxiously trying to get them to respond.

“Hey, Jensen!” Jared’s voice boomed, pulling him into a tight hug, drawing a wheeze from Jensen, which made Genevieve smack him. Jared pulled away and pouted at her, rubbing his arm dramatically but then became serious to focus on Jensen’s question.

“Yeah, she went upstairs with Misha, said it was a bit loud for her,” Gen replied, then made a little ‘oomph’ sound when Jensen hugged her quickly and said a quick thanks to them. Jared and Genevieve looked at each other curiously then got distracted by that same man who joined back in to continue their conversation.

Jensen knew that wasn’t actually the case, but he went upstairs anyway. Couples were kissing loudly and groping each other along the staircase, but upstairs must have been off limits because there was basically no one, just Misha waiting outside one of the doors while holding Y/N’s drink.

“Jensen! She’s using the restroom. Also, this is really sweet,” Misha laughed, handing Jensen the drink so he could try it. Jensen smiled and took the glass, lovingly looking at the colourful drink and the sugar rimmed edge, gummy worms swimming around inside. He shook his head as he thought of Y/N and tried the drink, which set his senses alight, his mouth overwhelmed by the sweetness and the barley-there flavour of vodka.

“Fuck, that’s…” Jensen licked his lips and Misha laughed, stepping aside when Y/N stepped out of the restroom. “Hey, honey. You okay?” She smiled and nodded at them, about to take her drink back, but Jensen pulled it back. She frowned, about to argue, but then he handed it to Misha. “Get rid of it, it’s just gonna give her a headache.” It was the truth, but he’d mostly tasked Misha with it so he could be alone with Y/N.

“Hey!” She whined, trying to walk past Jensen, which only excited Misha. Jensen wrapped his arms around her, stopping her from chasing their beloved friend, holding her close so she instantly started to melt into him.

“No, he’s right,” Misha chuckled, making a break for it. “You eat too much candy and you always get headaches!” Misha had already made it downstairs and he’d definitely be dumping that drink for the monstrosity that it was.

“Were you making me flustered on purpose?” He asked, getting straight to the point. She moved her face from where it was lazily pressed against his arm and gazed up at him, once again, still somehow being able to portray innocence with the dark eyeshadow around her eyes. “Why?”

She huffed softly, a little grin on her face, “because you’re not like Dean when it comes to sex and I think it’s funny to tease you.” She kissed him softly, quickly with her sticky lips, not giving him a chance to kiss her back properly. He just licked his lip from the sugar her lips smeared onto his.

“You think I’m… boring?” He asked, sounding a little confused. He wondered if maybe this was her way of telling him things were a little too vanilla and she needed more, more excitement, more spice, more than he could offer.

“No! God, no, Jay! Why does your mind always go there?” She wondered, holding his face. He grabbed her wrists, pushing her gently into the wall with his body.

“I love you…” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “I just want to make you happy.” He moved her hands away from his face and pinned them together holding them both above her head in one hand.

“I love you.. and you always make me happy,” she replied softly. Her eyes widened slightly when he started to tug her leather pants down her legs. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she blurted out, biting her lip with a blush heating up her face. He stopped for a moment, a smirk growing on his lips before he continued pulling them down.

“If I touch you in this hallway…” he whispered, kissing her lips swiftly. “Will I be more like Dean?” He stared into her eyes, saw her surprise and the thrill that made her chest rise and fall faster. His eyes flickered down between her legs, where she was indeed lacking underwear, and he let the pants hang low around her thighs.

“I want you. Not Dean,” she mumbled with a little pout, spreading her legs impatiently when he slowly trailed his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He squeezed her thigh, chuckling against her mouth when he leaned in to kiss her, gently pushing his teeth into her pillowy lip.

“But you also want Dean, you said so. I can give you that, it sounds hot.” He tapped the apex of her thigh teasingly, his dick getting harder with the way she squirmed against the wall. The walls vibrated from the loud music, the pictures and paintings on the wall shaking to the bass of the music. “So.. Do you want Dean, just for tonight? Then, we can see if we should do it more often…”

“Jensen, please,” she pleaded, twisting her hands impatiently, half-heartedly trying to get out of his grip.

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head, quickly swiping two fingers through her wet folds. “It’s Dean, sweetheart.” His voice dropped slightly and his accent suddenly went away. She stared up at him, flustered and hot.

“D-Dean?” She stuttered shyly, grinding down on his fingers.

“Just.. a little more confident,” he smirked, moving his fingers to circle her clit torturously. She gasped, letting her head fall back against the wall with a quiet thud. The leather tightened around her thighs, preventing her from spreading her legs and she whined.

“Please,” she begged again, jutting her hips out so he’d stop teasing her.

“Not until you say my name, baby,” he murmured, then tapped her clit with his fingers a few times. She groaned in annoyance, her toes curling inside the boots she wore, her newly-dyed copper hair sticking to her face, from sweat that built up among the dancing people and now with Jensen’s teasing.

He pulled his hand away, but she didn’t stop squirming. Her eyes fluttered shut, thinking he’d stop teasing her by touching her and instead tease her by not touching her, but she gasped when he slapped her pussy. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him in surprise, a smug smile on his pink face.

She liked it and he knew it.

“Be a good girl and beg for it,” he mumbled, his voice deep and vibrating. When he rubbed his fingers against her heat, she knew it was just to prepare her for another slap. And as she’d expected, when she took too long to respond, he slapped her wet cunt again. The rough slap sent jolts of pleasure through her clit, causing her to moan.

“Please… Dean,” she whispered.

“That wasn’t so hard,” he praised mockingly, bringing two fingers to her entrance, “was it?” He slowly pushed them into her, but his lip to stop a moan when he felt her pussy clench around his fingers.

“No.. Dean,” she panted, lowering her hips to sink down his fingers faster. He laughed quietly at her eagerness and started to pump his fingers in and out of her, her slick already coating most of his fist.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He sounded breathless, his fingers tightened around her wrists and he plunged his fingers into her faster, flattening his palm onto her clit so it would grind onto it every time his fingers were buried deep inside her. His fingers curled against her walls, brushing over and over against the spongy surface inside that made her legs shake. A loud moan tore from her throat and he pressed his hips against her to grind his cock against her. “Who made you this wet, huh, sweetheart?”

“You…” she moaned, whining when he bit her jawline. “You, Dean,” she cried softly. He kissed her jaw lovingly and found her lips again to silence her moans as best as he could, even if no one could hear them over the loud music downstairs.

“Are you gonna cum on my fingers?” He teased, his warm breath fanning over her face. She bit her lip and nodded, her pussy tightening around his fingers. “You’re gonna moan my name when you cum,” he ordered, his nose tracing down the side of her face, nuzzling her neck to suck gently at her pulse point. “Say yes,” he murmured, gently nibbling on her earlobe.

“Yes, Dean,” she panted, shuddering when his warm breath made her sweat feel cool. He pulled away when he noticed her becoming tense, stared at her face and watched her eyes flutter open on cue.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, admiring the way her swollen lips parted to moan—squeal—‘Dean’, her brows furrowed in pleasure as her orgasm moved through her body. Her eyes were pretty and wide, glossed over with a haze of lust and whiny unshed tears.

He let go of her wrists but she only wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and brought him down for a passionate kiss that made him breathless. Behind his eyelids, he could still see that beautiful look on her face and he ground his hips against her thigh, wrapping his arm around her with his fingers now slowly moving in and out of her, gently palming her clit as her walls fluttered around his fingers.

When she came down from her orgasm, he gently continued to palm her clit, in a comforting manner now. He dropped kisses over her face and moved her hair out of her face lovingly, before withdrawing both from her cunt and from her body to admire her postorgasmic glow.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to watch her lift her pants up her weak and shaky legs. “I’m not done with you yet, angel,” he reminded her with a little chuckle, looking down at his cum covered fingers, he rubbed them together curiously.

“We both know Dean is a sub,” she grabbed him by his flannel and pulled him into the closest room. He smirked at her words and let her lead as she shut the door and locked it blindly, focused on the searing kiss she distracted him with. With one hand he grabbed her waist and with the other he started to undo his belt eagerly.

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I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Twelve

“I’ll never let your heart go where mine’s been.”

Vampire!Josh x Vampire!Reader

Authors Note: Hello lovelies!!! Bringing you another chapter with our Sweetheart and Boy Scout. Kind of a different chapter but I hope y’all love it! We love lore drops. As always my inbox and DMs are always open and I love feedback! Enjoy!! 🩸🖤

Word Count: 6,339

Warnings: Brief SMUT at the beginning, descriptions of disease, marital infidelity, descriptions of blood.

“Oh, fuck…”

Your thighs shook on either side of your Vampire’s head while your fingernails dug into the wooden headboard you were bracing yourself on. His mouth was firmly latched onto your core, and had been for the last three orgasms. Every time you tried to let up or move away his hands dug even harder into your thighs to keep you in place, sensitivity be damned. Followed by a muffled, “one more…” beneath you. 

You were about to come again, and you were unsure if you were going to be able to remain upright afterwards. You could also feel Josh’s fangs against your folds, which not only turned you on even more but let you know that you were in for a bite soon. He had held back from biting you the whole night, as if he was testing himself to see how long he could go without giving in. 

One of the benefits of Josh being a Vampire was that that skilled tongue of his never tired, and he would try to drown himself in you. It genuinely surprised you at how insatiable he was, but you’d never complain. While you had had good lovers in the past, no one had ever truly made it their mission to spoil you like Josh did. Part of you was still getting used to this amount of loving attention. It had been a long time since you had felt anything remotely close. 

At this point you were grinding onto his mouth, chasing your release. It wasn’t long before you were hurtled over the edge, crying out even louder than before as one hand hit the wall and the other was buried in his curls to keep him in place. He moaned against your core, sending shockwaves through your body as he continued to work you through it. 

As with the other rounds, as soon as you tried to get up he held you back down. 

“Boy Scout I don’t think I-”

However, this time it wasn’t to dive back into you. Instead he turned his head to his left and sank his fangs into your thigh, unable to hold back any longer. 

You relaxed into him as he drank from you, and a  serene smile spread across your face. Your grip in his hair softened, and you lovingly moved the sweaty curls off his forehead. 

Meanwhile, your Vampire was lost in his own world. Or more accurately, your world and memories. Josh immediately recognized the man with you from previous memories, and his brows knitted together as the scene played in his mind. 

It was late, and you and Collin were being Those People by keeping the boutique open well past their closing time. 

“I really like this one…” he whispered in your ear which caused you to giggle a little too loudly. The two of you were looking at a perfume display in the back of the store. “I want to smell it on you…later…” he whispered even quieter, smirking as he did so. 

You looked down at the bottle,  Bouquet de la Reine was written on the front label. It was very, very floral, particularly with Jasmine notes. But you liked it, and Collin seemed to like it even more. But one detail stopped you from committing to it. 

“Aren’t you worried she’ll also smell it later?”

Collin rolled his eyes, “even if she does I can come up with an excuse. She never asks questions anyway, you know that.” 

You turned to him and smiled, not even batting an eye at what he said, “let’s get this one!”

The last thing Josh saw was a smarmy smile on Collin's face before the memory vanished. With one last swallow of your blood, he carefully pulled his fangs from your flesh. He looked up to stare at you, loving the view he had from this angle. His hands released your thighs and you collapsed next to him. The dim lighting in the room made the sheen of sweat that covered you nearly shine, and the flush in your cheeks even more pronounced. He shifted so he was laying next to you, and leaned over your face before softly lowering his mouth to yours, allowing you to taste yourself in more than one way. 

Later on, after you cleaned up and were settled back in bed before the sun rose, Josh couldn’t help but replay that memory over and over in his head. He wasn’t jealous that you had past lovers, at least not a lot, but he was very curious as to Collin’s importance since you had never mentioned him at all. 

You turned to your Vampire, ready to cuddle up and sleep through the day. But he had a weird look on his face. The wheels in his head were turning behind those big brown eyes.

“Sweetheart…can I ask you something?” His voice was soft, timid even. 

You nearly snorted at him. He could ask you anything, he knows that. 

“Of course you can, Boy Scout,” letting out a small airy laugh. 

Josh sat up, wanting to face you properly. He didn’t want to be nosy, but he had to ask at least one question so that his mind would calm down about the subject. 

“Whose…whose Collin?” 

The sound of his name made you freeze. It had been nearly a century since you had even talked about him, which was on purpose. You hated even thinking of the man. 

“How do you-” 

“From your blood, babe,” he reached over for your hand, trying to convey that he was only curious. 

Of course. Of fucking course. You had been very naive to think that he wouldn’t come across any memories of Collin. You had 35o years of memories, what were the chances he’d land on those. You mentally kicked yourself for not even preparing for this question, or for him to be brought up. But you were optimistically thinking that Collin was dead and buried, both figuratively and emotionally. You sat there, staring at your curious lover, trying to figure out a place to start. 

“Collin was…Collin was someone from my past.” 

“I gathered that, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip before continuing, “we were together for a short period of time. Nearly three years.” 

Three years is a long time, at least to Josh who was still within the first year of being Undead. Collin was more significant than he thought. 

“Oh…an ex boyfriend?” 

You shook your head, “not necessarily, but we were together physically.” You were ashamed of the other details. That he had been married that entire time, and that you were complacent in his infidelity. “I’m not very proud of it, Josh.” 

This made him even more confused and curious, “why?”

You took a few deep breaths, preparing your words.

 

“He was…well he was married all of those years.” You looked down at your joined hands, not able to look at Josh quite yet. You didn’t want him to think that this was a habit of yours. 

He was silent, but his thumb rubbed across your knuckles. 

“It was a long time ago and it was the first and last time I’d ever been in that situation before and I’m not proud of it ok but it happened and-”

Your rambling was cut off with his lips on yours, both silencing you and comforting you. As he pulled away, your eyes betrayed you and began to water. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he whispered. 

But you were you. You didn’t want this hanging over your head, anxious on the other shoe dropping and Collin coming up again down the line. No, you needed to rip the bandaid off. 

“No it’s ok I just haven’t spoken about this in a long time,” you started. 

“We met in a park…” 

It was Spring, late Spring. The sun had set a little over two hours ago, and you were taking your evening stroll through one of the parks near the hotel you were staying at. Most of the flowers had closed up for the night already, but you were still able to smell them as you passed. At this point your routine was simple: walk the park, spot someone alone, Persuade them to follow you behind the trees, have your dinner, and send them on their way with no memory of the encounter. When it came to hunting, less was more. You never fed in the same place twice, and you always varied on who you chose to lead away from the path. 

Tonight, the moon was half full, with just enough light in the sky to cast perfectly convenient shadows in the local flora. Your dress was a very calculated shade of green, that would help you blend in even more. Not too emerald to stick out amongst the more dull colors of the general public, but just green enough to look at home in the ivy. 

You were on your third lap of the park, and out of sheer boredom you chose to sit down on a lonely bench along the path. You hoped you hadn’t missed your window to pick up a proper meal. Just before you gave up and took another lap, a man sat down beside you. A rather striking man. 

“What is a woman as beautiful as you doing in a park all by herself? Alone at night?”

Your gaze snapped in his direction, ready to Persuade him behind a tree and take your chance. But his icy blue eyes stopped you. They reminded you of a wolf with the way they looked right through you. They were eyes so pretty that you knew he could get whatever he wanted by a mere expression. The rehearsed lines died on your tongue. 

“Can’t a woman enjoy the night air?” You managed to get out. 

“Well of course. But by yourself? You never know who is lurking around the corner.”

If only he knew.

“What are you suggesting, sir?” Your patience was growing thin, but not enough to overpower the sheer awe you had at admiring his cheekbones. 

He smiled in a way that didn’t scream smarmy, it was in a way that was genuine, and in a way that made you intrigued. 

“Oh I’m merely offering my arm for the evening. So you can enjoy this…night air…unbothered.” 

Your face twitched as you swallowed down the laugh that threatened to bubble up. Instead, you gave a pleasant smile back.

“And does my guardian for the evening have a name?”

He slowly reached down to take your hand and bring it up to his lips, “Collin Irving, at your service m’lady.” He looked up from your knuckles with a cheeky glint in his eyes. Those bright blue eyes. 

You relented, and the two of you stood up and started down the path. Chatting with Collin was easy. He had a charm about him that was rare, and a captivating way to tell stories. He had you giggling like a schoolgirl, and you weren’t the giggling type. He asked about you of course, and the most you told him was your name and that you were traveling from America. He asked a few more probing questions but at this point in your life you were an expert at giving someone just enough information that made them feel like they knew more than they did. 

The evening came to an end a little over two hours later, having realized the two of you had walked the park nearly five times. You still hadn’t eaten, and you still hadn’t Persuaded him in order to do so. By the third lap you realized you didn’t want to make him a meal. He was too charming to be a one time thing. The thought of Persuading him to forget your face and to forget his night in the park made your chest seize. No, that couldn’t happen. Not to him. 

He ended up walking you back to your hotel, dropping you off just far enough to keep people from starting any rumors. But close enough that he memorized the hotel, and thought of your beaming face and delicate laugh all the way home. To his wife. 

“We started meeting up at the park every night. It was innocent at first. Just two people walking and talking. The chaste ways of that time period helped, but eventually fingers brushing against each other turned into a proper hand hold, and held hands turned into embraces, which turned into kisses in the dark which led to-,” you stopped, trying to read Josh’s face. He had sat perfectly still the whole time, fingers laced with yours with the occasional squeeze. 

“Felt like a fairytale, didn’t it?” He offered softly. 

You looked at the wall and sniffed, “you could say that. It was a few weeks later that I found out that he was married. It was such a cliched moment. I ran into them on the street and had to immediately pretend I didn’t know them at all. But the next night, he showed up at the park like always and “explained” the situation about how it was a marriage of convenience that their parents set up when they were kids and that they were more friends than anything.” You looked up at the ceiling, reliving the embarrassment of that moment all over again. “I should’ve called bullshit. I should’ve Persuaded him to forget me and move on. But I didn’t. Collin had this weird way of making everything feel exciting, like it was our private adventure…and I didn’t want that to end.” Your hands idly fiddled with his fingers, “one of the downsides of immortality is that the monotony of time will eat at you. So when something exciting happens that breaks up that feeling, you want it to stay. Everyone goes through it, and you will too one day. It’s just the order of things.” 

Josh couldn’t wrap his mind around that: the thought of life feeling monotonous around you. But he understood you knew more than him on the subject. 

“Did he know that you were a…”

“Vampire? Not at first, but eventually he found out.” 

Josh widened his eyes, “that sounds risky as hell.” 

You blew a lock of hair out of your face, “a big risk but the one time I did use my Persuasion on him was that he would forget about the existence of Vampire’s when not in my presence, and to never question why I could only meet at night. But I think…I think he liked having a secret of mine to keep too…” 

“Show them to me,” Collin requested while his thumbs ran along your lips. You were sitting up in bed, wrapped up together in the sheets while he cradled your face in his hands. Your hair was completely down and falling around your shoulders and frizzy from the previous activities. The floral scent of the perfume he had bought you hung in the air. That delicious mix of bergamot and jasmine clung to everything, especially on the human before you. 

You knew what he wanted to see. 

You gave him a look, your eyes sparkling from the oil lamps that lit up the room,  “say please…” 

He smiled and obliged, “show them to me, please, my pet.” 

Slowly, you opened your mouth in front of his face, and as slowly and dramatically you could, you let your fangs descend from your upper jaw. 

Collins eyes widened in wonder, having never seen any Vampire fangs before let alone yours. Carefully one of his thumbs reached over and touched one lightly, admiring the length of them and how well they suited your face. 

“Why, what a treasure you are…,” his voice was barely a whisper, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel like a schoolgirl with the way he was marveling at you. No one had ever looked at you like this in decades. His thumb toyed with the point of one, “are they shar-”

You backed away before he could cut himself on them. In the eight months you had been together, you hadn’t fed on him. You had thought about it…you had thought about it a lot, but you restrained yourself. Collin wasn’t food. Collin was…something else. 

“Yes, they are,” you said firmly. 

“Does it hurt? To be bitten?” 

You tilted your head at him, knowing what he was getting at,”of course it hurts…but it can feel good to some…” 

He craned his neck, offering himself to you, “show me.”

You leaned in and narrowed your eyes, “aren’t you worried I could kill you?”

His blue eyes locked on you, “but you won’t, Pet,…we both know you won’t…” 

You stared at him, knowing he was right, Leaning in, you grazed your fangs against his skin, They sank into his flesh, and he cried out in a mix of surprise and pain, but quickly he was moaning underneath you as you straddled his lap. 

Thus started the routine. He’d come over, you’d fuck, you’d bite him, you’d heal the wounds before he went home, and the cycle would start all over again a few nights later. 

“It stayed like that for the next two and a half years,” you sniffed again and rubbed your nose. 

Josh hated the sound of the whole thing. Not because it was another man, but because he was seeing red flags everywhere and he was helpless to stop whatever you were going to tell him next.

“He called you, ‘pet?’” His upper lip was twisted in disgust at how demeaning that was. 

Your eyes slowly met his, “...yeah…it was definitely not my favorite but at the time I didn’t care.”

Josh licked his lips and adjusted his hands as he held yours. 

“He made it feel fun though,” you said distantly, “I wasn’t always in that hotel. Sometimes I’d be at his summer house in the country, and his staff would be informed that I had a skin condition that rendered me unable to be in the sun at all. Most of them nodded and did their duties and the ones that didn’t I just Persuaded into doing it anyway. If I wasn’t there I’d be joining him on business trips. He’d buy me whatever I wanted, even when I said I didn’t need it, send me flowers whenever-”

“Which ones?” Josh interjected.

“What?”

“Which flowers?” 

The question caught you off guard and you blinked at him, “Jasmine usually. He said they reminded him of that first night in the park.” 

Josh nodded and made a mental note to never buy you Jasmine flowers, no matter what.

You continued, “not to be a cliche but all good things come to an end.”

The clock read 10:30, and he was late. 

 It was December, and you were patiently waiting for Collin to show up at the hotel you were currently residing. He had insisted that when he was in the city that you were to have nothing but the best living-wise, and the suite you were in was written off as a vaguely worded business expense. As long as the numbers added up at the end of the day, the labels didn’t matter according to him. 

You sat on the bench in front of the window, looking down at the street hoping to see any signs of him. Collin was never late. When he told you what time he’d be somewhere he always meant it. So where was he? You sipped on your wine while you tried not to imagine the worst. 

Before you could form any more scenarios in your head, the door burst open and suddenly your blue-eyed boy was in front of you. You jumped up in surprise and met him halfway across the room, and immediately hopped to wrap your legs around his waist. 

He showered your face with kisses, a usual greeting but he was far more enthusiastic this time. 

“Well I’m happy to see you too, Mr. Iring,” you giggled and leaned in to capture his lips. 

He pulled back just enough to look at you, “Pet, I have the most amazing news.” 

Your mind whirled with possibilities, “what is it?” 

“She’s pregnant!” 

You blinked, “who…?” 

“Eleanor, of course!”

The blood started pumping in your ears, and you slowly let your legs down to stand in front of him. His wife was pregnant. The thought of them being together physically was something you never thought about. Not because you didn’t think it wasn’t happening, but because you never wanted that image in your mind. However Collin always made it sound like they never even held hands, let alone that. 

You tried to keep your expression neutral, “when…when did this happen?” 

He was still grinning from ear to ear, clearly not reading the energy of the room, “the week of my birthday last month.” 

“Your birthday? But we were in Spain on your birth-”

“Yes, but when we came back and I had to stop by the manor for those three days? She practically pounced on me the second I walked through the door. You should’ve seen our maid’s face!”

You didn’t find it as funny as Collin did. 

Unable to keep it to yourself, your thoughts spilled out, “I thought you were never with her that way.” 

“Pet, of course it happened…it just happened so infrequently that it felt like I was never with her.” 

You shouldn’t have felt disgusted, you had no right to, but you couldn’t help it. Silently you retreated back to the bench and picked up your wine glass. 

Collin sighed and followed you over, sitting on the opposite side of the bench. 

His voice was quiet, “it will mean, however, that our arrangement will have to come to an end.” 

Your eyes snapped in his direction, “why?” 

“My responsibilities are different now, Pet. I need to be around more. The midwife thinks it's going to be a boy, and Eleanor agrees. I hope they’re right. Just thinking of another Irving to pass on the name? The business one day? The thought of becoming a father has always been on my mind. Especially the idea of an heir. A true legacy, Pet.” 

You scoffed at how draconic it sounded, “you never mention that to me.” 

Collin threw his hands up in defeat, “I’m sorry… was there ever a good time to bring it up? It's not like it would happen with you.” 

Your eyes bore into his, “what’s that supposed to mean.” 

“Oh don’t read into that, you know exactly what I mean. Even if something horrible happened and you ended up being my wife, it's not like you could-”

“Not like I could what?” Your eyes were watering now. 

“Your kind can’t…have children, can they?”

His words slapped you in the face. There it was. The real reason. 

“I’m sorry I’m so useless to you now because I can’t produce a dozen little Irvings for you. I’m glad Eleanor is there to help you live your dreams, Collin, Congratulations,” you practically spat at him. 

“No no don’t be like that,” he tried to grasp your hands but you wrenched them away from his grasp. 

“If you know so much about my kind, then why aren’t you afraid I could kill you right now?” 

He tilted his head and looked into your eyes, and mirrored the same words he had said years prior, “but you won’t, Pet…we both know you won’t.” 

You sniffed, keeping eye contact with him as you rose up on your knees and took his chin in your hand, keeping his gaze locked with yours. 

“You’re right. That would be too easy. Instead…,” you felt your power rise up from your throat, “instead the second you leave this room, you will never contact me again. Every time you consider it, the thought disappears as soon as it's formed. But you’ll remember me. You’ll remember my face, my smell, my flesh in your hands, and worst of all, you’ll miss my teeth in your neck. I will haunt you until the day you die, Collin Irving. You’ll never feel satiated again. Do I make myself clear?”

He blinked once, and slowly said, “...yes…”

“Leave. Now.” 

He wordlessly stood up and exited the room, not even looking back as he shut the door. When you couldn’t hear his footsteps down the hall anymore, your face finally crumpled and the tears fell. The other shoe dropped, and the gravity of the last three years finally hit you. 

The grip Josh had on your hands was getting tighter the further you got in your story, and his jaw was clenched so tightly you thought he’d crack a tooth. The thought of anyone talking to you like that made his blood boil. 

“Did you ever see him again?” He asked tightly. 

“Twice, actually. But they were years apart.” 

It was 1873, and you were back in London.

You weren’t even properly visiting, just passing through on your summer holiday. But there you were, standing under an awning waiting for the dusk to fully give in to the night. Across the street from you blue eyes were locked on you, in the same way they had all those years ago. But your ex-lover wasn’t alone. No, beside him was a young boy who was more focused on the toy boat in his hands than anything else. 

Before you could stop yourself you were crossing the street, standing in front of Collin for the first time in a decade. He hadn’t changed much, a few more creases around his eyes and his light hair had faded to an even lighter shade. But his stare was the same, and the charm still oozed off of him even as he stood there silent. 

“Pet,” he whispered. 

You hated the way your heart lurched at his voice. He didn’t deserve a reaction like that, but you had it anyway. 

“Collin.” 

He seemed unable to stop himself from rambling, “I think about you every day, Pet. I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me again. Are you in London long? Where are you staying? Maybe I could-”

“Papa, can we go home now?”  The child’s voice interrupted any chance of you answering any of Collin’s questions. 

You looked down at him. His toy boat was under his arm, and he was standing a little behind Collin, a little shy. His hair was auburn, if not a little darker, and his eyes were on the brown side of hazel. He didn’t have any of Collin’s features. He had Eleanor’s, that much was clear.

“And what is your name, young sir?”  Your voice was light and friendly, as he was completely innocent to the situation surrounding his father and yourself. 

“Matthew…,” he answered, looking down at his shoes.

You smiled at him and turned back to Collin. 

“How old is he?”

The question seemed to sober up Collin, and his eyes were steady as he answered, “turned ten earlier this month.” 

The understanding silence between you was deafening. 

“Decided to take him out for a bit, let his mum have a few hours to herself.”

Stiffly, you asked, “how is Eleanor?” 

“She’s doing well. A little tired these last few weeks as our youngest have been poorly-”

Your eyes flickered down at Matthew and then back up at Collin.

“Youngest?” 

Collin swallowed, as if he got caught saying something he wasn’t supposed to. 

“Yes there’s…there’s four of them all together.” 

You needed to leave, you had heard enough. 

“Four?” 

The energy between you was getting more awkward by the second. 

“Yes it's Matthew here,” he patted the boy’s shoulder, “then our Colleen, and then the twins…Edwin and Jasmine.” 

The name Jasmine stood out like a sore thumb. You hadn’t worn that particular fragrance in years, but you remembered how his favorite perfume on you smelled vividly of that particular flower. Did he really name his child after…? Your nostrils flared slightly at the notion. 

“Oh…well I hope the little ones feel better soon,” you looked down at his first born, “it was nice to meet you, Matthew.” The child gave you a shy look before hiding even more behind Collin. 

This was too much. You needed to leave for your own sanity. 

“Well, it was nice to see you again, Collin,” you turned around and started walking as quickly as you could to blend in with the humans. 

“Wait! We can walk you-”

“Goodbye, Collin,” you called over your shoulder, making a left down a side street and using your full speed to distance yourself as fast as possible. 

“Collin…named his daughter…Colleen? How original,” Josh said as he raised his eyebrows and blinked. 

“I wish I could say I was surprised, but Collin’s biggest fan was himself so…it tracked,” you shrugged and ran a hand through your hair. You were getting tired, but you had to finish what you had started. 

“The last time I saw him was less awkward, but even more depressing,” you began. 

It was 1922, and over 60 years had passed since you had last seen Collin Irving. It was a new century, a new time, and the only reason you thought of him again was because you had run across an article from across the pond that stated he had finally handed over the business to his oldest son, citing poor health. 

Was it pettiness? Curiosity? Or the fact that you were a glutton for punishment that led you to the sidewalk in front of his manor. It was nearly midnight, and only a few rooms seemed to be lit from within. As you made your way to the front door you couldn’t help but notice the Jasmine vines that were climbing the front of the house. 

Persuading yourself into the house was second nature, and as one of Collins maids led you up the stairs to his room the empty state of the house struck you as well. They could be sleeping, you thought, but it was still strange to only see staff walking about the halls. 

The door was opened for you and you were ushered inside. When the door was shut, your eyes scanned the room and spotted the four-poster bed on the far wall. There he was, propped up against the headboard with several pillows, dozing with his chin tucked to his chest. He looked so frail, his skin looked nearly gray.

You took a seat on the edge of the bed, silently watching your former flame. He started to cough, rather violently, which made him wake up and reach for a handkerchief next to him on the bed. He was so focused on coughing into the cloth he still hadn’t noticed you. The cough was a deep one, and nearly gurgled as he continued. A scent hit the air however, and the mystery illness was made clear. 

Blood.  

Humans were being plagued with a disease called “consumption” or “tuberculosis”, and attacked the lungs. By now there were small medical advancements for the disease, but for a man as old as Collin…there was little hope. 

He opened his eyes as he wiped his mouth, his eyes were cloudy now, but you could tell he could see you regardless. 

“Are you a ghost?” 

You tilted your head, “Not quite.” 

“Pet…?” Your mouth flinched at the name. 

“Collin.” 

“Why…why are you here?” His voice rattled and wheezed. 

“Word on the street is that you don’t have much time left.” 

He stared at you in a way that made you feel he was looking through you.

“Are you Death then, coming to collect me?” 

“No…not that either.”

He reached his bony hand towards yours, and you allowed him to take it. It felt like him but it also didn’t feel like him at the same time. His skin was colder, the pads of his fingers felt different due to age. Humans aged so strangely. 

“Is your family here?” 

He shook his head, “no…most of them are at the country house or at their own residences.”

Your brow furrowed slightly, “is anyone here to look after you?” 

“My staff have been at my side this entire time.”

 

You suspected his children were waiting out for their inheritances, if they were anything like their father. 

“Eleanor?” 

Collin’s eyes softened and he looked down, “Eleanor passed ten years ago.”

“Collin Irving, dying all alone,” you failed to hide the amusement in your voice. 

As if on cue, he started coughing again, this one was a lot louder than the last. 

“I could take it away, you know. Just a few drops would clear your body out in minutes,” you offered as your fingers smoothed down your dress. 

“Eh…I don’t need that, Pet. I’m ready to go. I’ve lived a full life.” 

“I’m sure you have,” you tried and failed to show that the last sentence didn’t sting. 

“I thought about you, every day since that night,” he confessed. 

Good, you thought, the confirmation that your Persuasion still held up all these years later warmed you inside. 

Playing along, you said, “you did?” 

He nodded, “oh yes. I felt like every time I’d turn a corner you’d be there as you used to be. I missed having you with me all the time. Even planted the Jasmine outside so that I could smell you whenever I’d open a window. I didn’t realize how much of a loss it was until it was too late. I always meant to reach out to you but I never got around to it. I’d want to write to you but it would slip my mind so easily.”

“I wouldn’t have read them anyway,” you shrugged. 

“Just as well,” the hand that was holding yours squeezed your hand, “your skin is as soft as ever…” 

“Is it, now?” 

“Never felt anything like you again, you know. I tried, no other woman could compare.” 

You winced at that “compliment.” 

“So much for being a family man,” you said coldly, taking your hand back and settling it in your lap. 

“Why are you really here, Pet?” 

Fine, you would be blunt, “I wanted to watch you suffer.” 

He held his hands up, “as you said, I’m dying alone, shriveled and broken. Is that what you wanted?”

No. What you had wanted was to fight for you sixty years ago, to not throw away what you had, but that didn’t happen. You sighed, knowing you had overstayed your welcome. 

Abruptly you stood, smoothing down your dress one more time, “this is my last goodbye, Collin.” 

He began to protest, “no not yet, you only just arrived. Stay with me, please.” 

You shook your head, and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “like I said, until the day you die, Collin Irving, I will haunt you.” 

Before he could respond he started coughing again, his body shaking from the movement, and you took that as an opportunity to swiftly exit the room, never to see him again. The distant sound of his labored breathing and wet coughs being the last memory you had of Collin Irving.

“He was dead a week later, according to the obituary,” you took a shaky breath, emotionally exhausted. Your Vampire was still with you, listening to every word and trying his best not to interrupt. He wanted to ask if you knew where Collin was buried, for reasons, but he kept it to himself and made another mental note to google it later. 

Josh could tell you were beat, and without hesitating he reached over to pull you into his lap, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as you were surrounded by his warmth. 

“One less asshole in the world, then,” he said softly.

“Yeah…,” you agreed. 

“The sun is up now, why don’t we rest and sleep the day away?” 

You opened one eye and glanced at the clock. It was nearly 8:00 AM. 

“Sounds great, Boy Scout,” you tilted your head to give him a soft kiss on the hinge of his jaw. 

The two of you got settled under the duvet, legs tangled and facing each other. Josh brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles before lacing his fingers with yours and settling them between you. 

“I know that was hard for you, but thank you for telling me,” he made one more mental note to not bring up Collin even if he saw more memories of him in the future. The less said about him the better. 

“Does this count as us having the ‘exes’ talk? Another milestone down,” you yawned.

Josh loved the sound of that.

“I’ll never hurt you like that, or at all, ever,” he promised. 

Your eyelids were heavy but you forced them open to look into his doe eyes and teased, “silver handcuffs aside?” 

“Hey!” his nose crinkled in defense but he joined in with your laugh. You were too far away, he felt and he pulled you even closer to him, your chests nearly flush against each other. He planted a kiss on the crown of your head, sleep quickly coming for him too. 

You hated being overly sentimental, but the fact that Josh literally gave his life to save yours floated through your head. As well as the realization that he always put you first, which you still weren’t fully used to yet, but you were getting there. And just before you fully gave into sleep, you made another realization that you never gave Collin a nickname like you did Josh. He was always just Collin. Nothing more, nothing less. In fact you couldn’t even think of something you would have called him, hypothetically. 

But you were happy about that, because there was only one Boy Scout for you. 

To be continued…

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[georgiapeach30513]

Moon Rituals, Part 3

Summary:  what did you learn

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Reader

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  lap riding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

Previous

Series Masterlist

Nervously you wait at the edge of the mushrooms for Chase.  There was so much to discuss with him, and all that you had learned from Morgan and Chase’s kinfolk.  This changed things.  It made what you and Chase were in the process of doing seem much more worth it.  You could bring on a new age of moon sprites.  You would no longer be alone.  

You hear his boots clomping through the forest before you emerge.  Getting pulled back by quite a small pixie, “Please, My Queen, don’t go.  Revel in the moonlight with your kind.”

“Chase is my kind.  He bears my marks, and he will soon be truly mine.  Stay in here, so Jenny won’t get you though,” he gives you a pitiful little pout as you step out into the moonlight, and it was as if the moon was directly on you and Chase.  Watching as you told him a bit more about your fate.  “You’re late, Chase Collins.”

“You’re keeping up with me,” he gives you a little smirk as he gently holds onto your forearms.  His fingers drawing shapes on them, “You’re warm.”

“I’m happy,” leaning forward he presses a chaste kiss along your cheek, before sitting on the forest floor, rubbing his lap enticingly.  “What is it that you want?”

“I want you to sit in my lap, and tell me about your day.  That shouldn’t be too hard, right, My Queen?” Rucking up your dress, you straddle his lap, looking directly at him.  Things were so much more intimate now.  You could feel his sexual hunger through your bond.  Could feel his anxiety grow as he was further away from you.  

Looking up to the sky, you look at the moon, and softly close your eyes, “The festival is tomorrow, are you nervous?”

“No,” he shows you his palms and the burned moons in his skin, “You have sworn yourself to me, and I you.  What did you learn from Morgan Le Fey?  Good news I hope.”

“You’re descended from a very powerful family, did you know?” Chase gives you a quick nod, while his hands massage over your legs.  “Morgan is very much in love with your lost relative Goody Pope.  They were bonded to each other.  Not quite like we would be.”

“How so?” Chase looks down at your lap, and doesn’t draw attention to the slow gyrating you were doing with your hips, only pushes you further into his lap where his bulge was right at your core.  Grinding over it just felt natural.  

“Our situation is different, Morgan is not of a royal standing.  The Moon Sprites are no more.  Just myself.  It’s prophesied,” you stutter a moment, gulping at the pleasure that was blooming in your stomach.  Ignoring how quiet the forest had grown.  Adoring how Chase’s eyes looked brighter blue in this light, almost as if they were glowing and silver.

“I am to change the bloodline,” you stutter as heat pools to your core, your pace growing as you look at them.  “Create a new world of Moon Sprites.  Powers beyond our former glory.  Powers from a witch and a faerie,” his fingers dig into your ass while your back arches up, and you start panting.  “A true binding of our souls, our lines, our magic.  It won’t be as strong, but it will be pure, wild, and different.  It won’t…won’t…Chase it won’t…” he gives you a kiss to your temple as you finish out this ride.  

Faeries from the guard stand excited around the edge of the forest, and staring at the two of you.  Salivating as you search for something.  Search for your words.  For this impending high that was stopping other thoughts.  It was just Chase.  There was nothing more.  Leaning your head back you bask in the moon’s barely there light.  Whispering up at her like a prayer until the damn breaks, and you press your forehead against his.  His petal pink lips brushes the softest kisses against yours, and he smiles at your labored breath.  

“She’s his.” “The process is nearly complete.” “The official binding is well underway.” “Drink of her!  Taste her!” “Finish the process, mortal!”

Chase’s fingers slide up your leg, connecting to your drenched folds.  “Don’t enter me,” you answer nervously, but he swipes a finger up your slit.  Bringing his fingers up to look at your slick.  Twisting his fingers into the night before stuffing them in his mouth, sucking on each one like he was tasting the most delectable dessert.  Gazing up at the moon before he pulls you in for a bruising kiss.  

Giving your greedy tongue a suck, and you taste yourself on him.  Moaning out his name, while the other faeries begin to back away.  Their mischievous grins look up at the moon until they bow to the moon, and to her almost reborn children.  A screech in the distance sounds out, but it was as if you and Chase were in a protective bubble, and heard nothing.  Nothing else mattered.  And you hold both his hands in your own, pointing them to the sky.  

A tall figure and one wretched crooked one bow in the darkness, before making their way back to their cabin.  It was official, and they were soon to give their life for your own.  

Chase cups your cheek, running his thumb over your kiss swollen lips before pressing it into your mouth. You give the digit a bit of a suck watching him.  “Tomorrow night, you can enter me.  The use of your magic…” you pull his thumb out of your mouth, tracing the blackened new moon on his hand.  “It won’t age you.  You’ll be willing your magic to me.  We have a duty though.”

“Does it have to start right away?  Like we’re bound together, but I have to give you babies immediately,” you shake your head no, with a smile.  “I’m confused, my queen.  What does this mean?”

“It is prophesied, it will happen when it shall happen.  Until then, we have fun.  Play with our new powers.  Discover one another.  I will lose my wings, but I don’t use them anyways.  I will become more human than fae.  But we rebirth a species.  Making it better than the generation before.  They will be more powerful than us.”

“And I’m immortal?”

“Of course.  We will be trapped in this state forever.  We will be together forever.  Should one of us hurt, the other shall hurt.  If one dies, so does the other.  We will be one.  We will be…”

“Of the moon,” Chase states, as he gently kisses you.  “And we can never go within your faerie circle again, hmm?”

“We must create our own.  But we can live amongst mortals.  Have a relatively normal life.”

“I don’t want to be normal,” he gives you a little nibble on your lip.  “I want to be extraordinary.  I want to be…yours.”

“You are,” your voice squeaks, and you find yourself circling your arms around him, and pulling him closer.  He was never close enough.  “You will always be mine.  Remember, your powers will not be as great, but you still will be more powerful than any witch,” his smile flashes sinister for just a moment, and you shake your head no, “There’s a process, Chase Collins.  And I’m not just saying that.  I’ve heard about you and your coven.  Heard how you wanted to force someone to will you their powers.  I’m aware you’re not innocent.  But you soon will share in my innocence.”

“What?” Grabbing his hand, you push it up against your core, sighing in pleasure.  “What does that mean?”

“We become one.  We share the experience during that.  I’m giving you my innocence.  There will be a change in you.  I must go.  If you want to finish the ritual, I shall see you at the beginning of the festival.  Should you not, in time your burns will fade, and both our bloodlines will die out.  Farewell, Chase Collins.  I hope to see you soon.”

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[canthavetoomuchchaos]

hot chocolate and chases

Sam Collins x Darlin'

Fluff

Tw: hot drinks, eating, sugar, chasing around a home lmk if I missed any <3

It's snowing outside, which isn't out of the ordinary, except for the fact that Sam can't for the life of him, find Darlin'.

He's looked up and down the whole house, searching every nook and crevice the wolf tended to hide in when they tried to scare him.

"...Darlin? Where are you hidin' this time?"

they snicker from their place in his closet, having squeezed their body onto the top shelf somehow. Sam perks up and slowly creeps towards the closet, and Darlin pulls out their phone, turning on the flashlight.

Sam opens the closet and is immediately met with a bight light in his eyes

"FLASHBANG"

Darlin' yells and scrambles out of the closet, running out the back door and shifting, and running into the treeline. Sam grins and chases after them, knowing this game quite well. Whenever Darlin' is feeling playful, they like to play tag, this seems to be one of those times.

"Darlin'! You know I'll catch you! Come-on out and maybe I'll be nice and not tickle you this time!"

If a wolf could snicker they would, they slowly approach Sam from behind, getting low to the ground, their winter coat dragging in the snow silently. They jump on Sam with a playful snarl, pushing him face first into the snow.

"what- hey! Darlin'!"

Sam laughs and rolls over, watching his wolf bound around, jumping and bowing, wanting him to play. Their tail gives away their excitement as it wags frantically through the air, excitement whines and growls leaving their snapping jaws as they end up trying to roll and get closer. Except for the end up rolling into their back.

Sam laughs and stands up, walking over to Darlin' and crouching next to their now wiggling wolf form.

"havin' fun there Darlin'?"

they let out an odd almost English sounding

"yesh" and then snorted. Their upper lips are pulled back in a snarl, though it looks like a giant smile. Sam laughs and gently starts rubbing their belly, having watched Asher get tummy rubs often from his Mate.

Darlin' pauses and let out a gently whine, their leg kicking as they let him scratch their stomach.

Sam laughs and gently pats their stomach.

"c'mon darlin' let's get inside, don't need either of us gettin' sick now do we?"

He stands up and starts walking back to the Cabin, a smile still on his face as his wolf huffs and starts bounding around again, their fur covered in the cold powder and slightly damp.

They reach the cabin and Darlin' shifts back, phasing back into their clothes, shivering with a giant grin on their face.

"I miss doing that!"

Same matches their grin and opens the door, letting Darlin inside first and following right behind.

"you go warm up by the fireplace Darlin. I'll make some hot cocoa to help warm us back up."

They smile and kiss his cheek, walking over to the fireplace to do as he asked.

He pauses and if he could blush he would be as red as the blood he has to drink. He moves to the kitchen and makes himself busy making hot chocolate. Once finished, extra marshmallows in Darlin's cup, knowing they would like the sugar.

He carefully walks to the fireplace finding them sitting on the floor in front of it, slightly zoned out looking into the flames.

"Darlin'? You alright?"

They blink and turn to him, a gentle smile on their lips

"yeah.....just realizing how lucky I am to have you for my Mate...."

Same smiles and hands them their cup, sitting next to them and sipping on cocoa, his core only getting warmer when they lay their head on his shoulder.

"I love you..."

"I love you too Darlin'"

______

That's it! Hope you enjoyed! Was feeling super calm and happy at the same time.

#x reader #sam collins #redacted sam #redacted asmr #darlin' #I'm in love

[sebastiansluts]

Brother's best friend chase x bratty reader where they hate each other, with some age difference and chase being a mocking/degrading asshole + rough sex, size kink etc and any other kinks you wanna add 🥰

Chase Collins x Reader; dub!con, age gap (reader is 20, Chase is 30s), degradation, humiliation, rough sex, size kink, sorta breeding kink

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Fuck you!" you shouted, getting in Chase's face.

"Fuck you!" he yelled back, not backing down.

You both seethed, glaring at each other, Chase's eyes pitch black. You moved at the same time, mouths smashing together messily. Chase lifted you onto the counter, spreading your legs and fitting himself between them. He tore his mouth away, spitting, "I fucking knew you wanted me, such a fucking slut, always wearing those tight little shirts and these short skirts whenever your brother and I came over, just waiting for me to fucking take you, huh?"

You gasped as he bit down hard on your neck, sucking a bruise. "I didn't! Not for you," you managed to get out, as he slipped his hand under your skirt, other hand freeing his cock.

"Who then? Not your fucking brother, and don't say yourself, that's pathetic. We both know it was for me, either that or you're just a fucking whore. Which is it honey? You want me or you're a whore. Say it," Chase hissed, wrenching his fingers out of you and slamming his cock into you.

"I'm a whore!" you screamed, stretching around him. Chase laughed, fucking into you harshly, not letting you adjust, keeping you feeling stuffed full.

"Can't even fucking admit you want me, would rather say you're a whore, that's fucking pathetic honey. Don't worry, I know the truth, your tiny cunt's grasping at me like a fucking sleeve. Such a small fucking cunt, gonna fill you up with just one load, it's gonna spill right out of you."

Chase fucked you hard, pushing you fast into your orgasm it hitting you quickly, making you tense around him. "Hah, fucking whore, came already huh? Told ya you wanted me, wanted my dick. I'll fuck you honey, fill you up full."

Chase pumped his hips a few more times and came with a groan, deep inside you. His hands were bruising on your hips, his teeth biting down on your neck again. You tightened around him, aftershocks trembling through you.

You shoved him away from you saying, "I still fucking hate you."

#chase collins #chase collins smut #chase collins x reader #chase collins x you #chase collins x y/n #smut #no y/n

[xcaptain-winterx]

Chase Collins Masterlist 

One Shots / Drabbles

• coming soon

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[sgt-seabass]

𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

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

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

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

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

"Hey, doll.”

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

Was this heaven?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, it felt good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I... but how?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Asshole.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It started to get much worse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mace.. help me..”

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

“Mace, alpha, please. Let me go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It will. Trust me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They’re not here for a social visit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is it so bad to just want to be happy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? She’s a stupid—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alpha. Don’t leave me, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was all you wanted now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After being starved and tortured, this was heaven.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not a pretty story, puppy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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castiel x reader chapter 14

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since there are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

word count: 2,833

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

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Cas’s POV

Orders, obedience, and being a faithful soldier never mattered to me to go against until I met the Winchesters until I met her in particular. My orders to save Dean Winchester I did without thinking twice I did everything asked of me. My whole existence had never been that important until my garrison got the order to save the Winchester from Hell. But before I saved him I saved his sister.

About two months before we got the order I heard one of the biggest cries of help I've ever felt from a human. Angels aren't supposed to answer prayers. That was God’s job but no Angel had seen him in so long all we had was orders from some higher power that I had never seen. So I did something I never thought I would, I answered her prayer. I flew down and I didn’t have a vessel but I did have a presence.

“I don’t know what I’m doing out here I- I'm just so tired so whatever is out there I'm begging you.” She was sobbing on her knees now. “Bring him back! Bring him Back!” I didn’t know what to do. I had never seen human emotions like this before. So I did the only thing I could do.

I lifted my wing and put it on her shoulder as I did something happened, I felt her pain, happiness, and joy. I have never felt really before. It was an overwhelming experience but wonderful at the same time. She began to stop and looked around for what had helped her but couldn't see me so she got up and whispered “Thank you.” That was the first time Y/n Winchester made me feel something but it wouldn't be the last.

Y/N’s POV

After we arrived back at Bobby’s I went straight to sleep pretty sure I had a concussion but I didn't have time to worry about that. We had to find Sam. I woke up to the sounds of Bobby and Dean talking well more like arguing. “Yeah, I heard you. I'm not calling him.” That’s when I walked into the conversation. “What do you mean Dean of course we are calling him.” Dean ignored my sentence. “How’s the head kid.” “I'll live now why won’t you call Sam!?” “We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon, don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?” “Really! Our brother is not important right now. Dean this is when he needs us now more than ever!” “I know you're pissed. And I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's your–” Bobby added in. “Blood? He's my blood, is that what you were gonna say?” Dean snapped back.

“He's your brother. And he's drowning.” “Thank you, Bobby!” “Bobby, we tried to help him, we did. Look what happened.” “So we try again Damnit!” “It's too late.” I scoffed at him. “There's no such thing.” Bobby is trying so hard to convince him because my words aren't doing much. “No, damnit! No. I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up. Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again. Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants.” “How could you say that Dean! Just because he wanted his own life he’s what, no longer our brother!?” “You don't mean that.” “Yes I do, Bobby. Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was.” I gasped and started to tear up.

Bobby looked pissed off to all seven layers of Hell. Knocking things over. Getting in Dean’s face. “You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!” “I told him, "You walk out that door, don't come back" and he walked out anyway! That was his choice!” “You sound like a whiny brat. No, you sound like your dad. Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward.”

I had never heard Bobby talk about Dad like that. It felt good. “My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward?” “He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. And blame N/n for your Mom’s passing. Well, that don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So you do both of us a favor. Don't be him.” “Dean he’s right you have always been better than Dad.” Dean was facing the window he turned back to respond and I blinked and when I opened my eyes again I was in a room that I'd never been in before.

“What… the… fuck maybe I should have gotten my head checked out.” The room was traced out in gold and famous art hung on the walls. It looked like a room that would cost a thousand dollars just to get in. “This is real Y/n and you do have a small concussion. “Of fucking course.” It was Zachariah.

“So what is all this and where the Hell is Dean.” I gestured around the room, and then I noticed in the middle of the table were all my favorite snacks and drinks. “This Y/n is a waiting room and to answer your second question that you asked so nicely he’s in the other one.” “What am I waiting for?” “Well, it’s really to hold you from stopping your brothers.” He saw my confused face. “You know that face is almost cute, if we let you go you would try to stop Sam and we can’t have that.” “Why!?” “Because it is Dean’s destiny, not your’s. Your’s is to support from the sidelines because sweetheart you were born for the sidelines.” I never wanted a knife in my hands more. He picks up a drink and sips it in satisfaction. “Oh, I heard about your little spat with Castiel so Sad.” I didn't even have a comeback. “I'll come get you when everything is said and done… maybe.” He disappeared with his stupid smirk. I sat down thinking how the Hell I would get out of this one.

I pick up my phone and give Sam a call and of course no answer. At least I can leave a message “Sam I know you feel guilty about hurting us. But the thing is I already forgive you because I know you. You my big brother who has always been there for me, you taught me that it was okay to want something more than this life that we got sucked into because of Dad. I don’t think I ever told you but uh I was so proud of you for Stanford I am still. So please whatever happens know I lo-”

The message got cut off. I threw the phone and as I did it passed Cas. “I heard you got hurt.” “Oh so suddenly the distraction can get medical help.” “Y/n please.” “No, you know what Cas I have never seen you as a way to get things. I have always chosen this friendship over that! I don’t know what got in you but right now that doesn't matter I need you to bring me to Sam.”

“Have you forgotten what happened the last time you met?” “No. That's the whole point. He needs us.” “No.” “What do you mean, no? Are you saying that I'm trapped here?” “You can go wherever you want.” “Great, then I want to see Sam.” “Except there.” “Of course. Whatever screw you, I'm out of here.” I walk towards the door. “Through what door?” I look again and the doors and Cas are gone.

I pick up a mini-statue and start to hit the wall one way or another I was going to get out of here. I hit the wall so hard that dust flew in my eyes I went to rub them and when I went back the wall looked brand new. “Really! Fuck!” I threw the statue down and it smashed in pieces. “You and your brother could be twins with how you're like monkeys.”It was Zachariah. “Let me go.” “Like I said we can't have you stop Sam that is Dean’s job.” “I think that’s bullshit because why does it matter who stops him as long we stop… you don’t want it to stop do you?” “You're smarter than I thought and nope. Never did. The end is nigh. The apocalypse is coming, kiddo, to a theater near you.” He’s so smug in his words.

“And the seals?” “Our grunts on the ground -- we couldn't just tell them the whole truth. We'd have a full-scale rebellion on our hands. I mean, think about it. Would we really let 65 seals get broken unless senior management wanted it that way?” “And Cas is one of those grunts.” He laughs at my words. “You know this little friendship between the two of you was cute in the beginning but now it’s just annoying. Of course, he is, sweetheart I mean that’s all he was ever and all he is going to be.” “Why the apocalypse?” “Why not? The apocalypse? Poor name, bad marketing -- puts people off. When all it is is Ali/Foreman. On a... slightly larger scale. And we like our chances. When our side wins -- and we will -- it's paradise on earth. Now, what's not to like about that?” “What about all people in your pissing match.”

“Well... you can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. In this case... truckloads of eggs, but you get the picture. Look... it happens. This isn't the first planetary enema we've delivered.” He sits down on the couch like it was a throne. “ “What about Sam? He won't go quietly. He'll stop Lilith.” “Sam... has a part to play. A very important part. He may need a little nudging in the right direction, but I'll make sure he plays it.” “What the hell does that mean?” “Don’t worry as I said that it is for Dean.” “Tell me something. Where's God in all this?” “God? God has left the building.” That left chills down my spine.

I tried to call Sam and Dean but of course, all I got was busy signals. It was like being a kid again being kept on the sidelines while my brothers and Dad hunted. I hated it then and now I despise it. I hear those damn wings flutter. “You won't be able to reach them Y/n.” “What are you going to do to Sam?” I asked him not daring to look up, already knowing the answer. “Nothing. He's gonna do it to himself.” “And what does that even mean Cas?” I finally looked at him. “Right I mean I’m just a distraction so why tell me anything.” I chuckled dryly. “I don't even know why you're here?”

“You are a not distraction!” “Really! What changed your Damn mind!?” “I thought about everything we’ve been together and you never used me for my powers I just didn't want it to end like this.” “What? Me mad at you because you hurt me. When you call someone a distraction you don’t just say sorry and everything is dandy Cas.” “I mean what does our friendship mean to you cause I'll tell you what you mean to me!” At this point, my emotions were in charge of everything.

“Cas you saved me, without you, I probably would have made a deal with the devil himself to get Dean back! You have been the one light that has not burned out on me. You're my best friend. I would take all the pain in the world for another second of banter from my brothers. Another Idjit from Bobby. Another minute of you being happy is what our friendship means to me, what about you?” I ended with tears rolling down my face. He didn't answer. “You know what my brother is about to die because of a destiny put together way before we were ever even a thought of our brothers I would like to spend my last hour thinking about my family instead with a spineless coward so go.” “Y/n-” “GO!” He flies and I fall to my knees crying out soul.

I didn't even know what to think or to feel. I am a whole mess of emotions. I was never going to see my brothers or Bobby again and … Cas. Damnit before I would say goodbye to any jackass who would be like this to me but Cas has somehow avoided my complete wrath and that only means one thing. But I didn't get much time to dwell on it until he showed up again. “Cas I told you-” Then he completely shocks me and shoves me up against the wall covering my mouth.

He takes out a knife and wow that is the last time I tell someone how their friendship means to me. Then he cuts himself. Zachariah flashes in “Castiel! Would you mind explaining just what the hell you're doing?” Cas makes a sigil and Zach flashes out. “Cas what is going On!?” “He won't be gone long. We have to find Sam now.” “Where is he?” “I don't know. But I know who does. We have to stop him, Y/n, from killing Lilith.” ‘But Lilith's gonna break the final seal.” “Lilith is the final seal. She dies, the end begins.” 

We grabbed Dean and we popped into Chuck’s house. Unfortunately, we popped in when he was ordering some type of service that included women's company. He sees us and is flabbergasted and disappointed. “Wait. T-t-this isn't supposed to happen.” The poor woman on the other end spoke. “No, lady, this is definitely supposed to happen, but I just got to call you back.” “St. Mary's? What is that, a convent?” Dean asked. “Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story. Especially you Y/n.” “As I keep being told.” I sarcastically say with an annoyed smile on my face.

“Yeah, well… We're making it up as we go.” Cas said looking at me and I gave him a small smile in return. At that moment the walls started to shake and bright light was invading the windows. “Aw, man! Not again! No!” Chuck yelled out. Cas turned to me. “I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!” “WHAT NO I'M NOT LEAVING YOU CAS!” I screamed at him. “You were right from before, you are my best friend and because of you I can freely feel. Thank you, Y/n Winchester” He grabs my shoulder and Dean’s. “Cas No NO-” We drop into the convent.

“Don’t worry Y/n I'm sure he's okay he's an angel he's Cas.” Cas you stupid son of a bitch for making me… “Ok let's go get our dumbass brother.” We run down the hall and what we see is not good. Ruby Sees us and slams the door with her mind. I knew that bitch wasn't really turned good. We ran over. “SAM! SAM!” We pounded on the door. “Dean wait wait ok 1…2…3!” We kicked the door open. “You're too late.” She said so smugly. “I dont care.” Sam held her. I grabbed the demon's knife and stabbed her.

“I.told.you” She dropped to the floor dead. In the middle of the ground next to dead Lillith a bright white light shot up and everything started to shake. Sam looks at both of us with a shamed look. “Guys I’m sorry.” Dean grabs our shoulders. “Guy’s let's go!” We run to the door and it closes in front of us. “Guys... he's coming.” This was it. The end times the devil and of course, we were right smack in the middle of but we are Winchesters we could do anything.

Well guys that was it I just got to spill my soul real quick lol. I just want to thank everyone that has read this story that has liked it and read it and looked at it. I am planning to do all seasons which might take awhile but it is my goal to make a great story to the best of my abilities. So excited for the next book. I love season 5 so much I don't know when the next chapter will be I want to focus on my other stories for a little while. But overall thank you for reading the first book of love, war and grace. See you y'all next time hopefully on my other stories but for now xoxo Gossip Girl ;) ;)

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Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Please Mr. Postman

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 2.3K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie waits impatiently for word from Leon. 

Warnings: female masturbation, mutual yearning

A/N: New Story Art! Woot woot! So, in my story, Leon is an Aries. I just found out that in the Fandom Wiki, and listed in the film’s ending credits, his birthday is March 9th which makes him a Pisces. Since this is MY story, I’m ignoring the facts. He’s a damn Aries. Don’t @ me. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Bobbie woke up the next day to an empty bed and an aching core. A smile graced her face when she noticed the note on her nightstand. It never left as she read it over and over, memorizing Leon’s handwriting style.

She had to admit, he had a way with words. From his praise of her passionate vocals to how he said he missed her already. If she was honest with herself, she missed him too. 

And yes, this was quite sudden and he was ten years her senior. But the way he looked at her? The way he held her. The way he made her feel, on and off her feet? It just had to be real.

Of course, he was pretty slick. He could’ve just as easily been trying to chase a skirt. She did agree to give him a little something the same day she met him. What does that say about her? She decided to push that down and see it as it was.

Two dynamic personalities enjoying each other. And enjoy each other, they did.

Bobbie quite enjoyed how she seemed to have Leon wrapped around her little finger. He loved kissing her so much, he told her he was addicted to it. Who says things like that? Well, Napoleon Solo does apparently.

She spends most of the day lounging around her apartment with Leon’s note close by. If she tried hard enough, she could close her eyes and envision his beautiful aquamarine orbs looking back at her. She could feel his lips on hers and his hands exploring her body. 

Soon enough, it became too much and she had to retire to her bedroom. She explored herself the way Leon had. Although it had its intended effect, it just didn’t seem to be enough. When his name escaped her mouth, he wasn’t there to smile down at her and soothe her. 

With a hand still in her panties, she turned her head and chased the remnants of Leon’s scent that lingered on her pillow. That spurred on two more heights of pleasure. When she finally felt satiated, she drew herself a bath and relaxed with a glass of wine and a good book. 

“There’s something different about you, Cowboy,” Ilya says over his cup of coffee, “You didn’t flirt with our waitress. You going blind or something?”

Napoleon starts to reply but Gaby beats him to it. “It’s obvious, Ilya. He met someone in the States. I’m sure of it.” Gaby raises her eyebrows at him, daring him to deny it.

Napoleon rolls his eyes and gestures for Gaby to continue.

“While it is true, you haven’t been as flirtatious with any woman that has been in your path, that’s not the only sign. You not only haven’t had any guests in your hotel room, but you have this longing look in your eye that can only mean one thing,” Gaby takes a sip of her water, “And I also saw you buying that stuffed dog which couldn’t be for you. That trinket box from the embassy will surely look good on her vanity, as well.” She pats Napoleon on the shoulder.

“If you met someone, odds are she is civilian,” Ilya supposed, lightly tapping his thigh underneath the table, “What does she know, Cowboy?”

“She knows your first names. She understands she can’t know where I go for work, what I do for work, or who I even work for. She is also aware that you two are an item, even though neither of you has confirmed it yet,” Napoleon smiles as he looks from a flushed Gaby to a frazzled Ilya, and his suspicions are confirmed, “So, instead of worrying about what a civilian may or may not know? Maybe you should focus on your relationship, eh comrade?”

“How long have you known about us?” Gaby asks, leaning over to peer into her water glass.

“Since we became U.N.C.L.E., I just as easily assumed you two got married while we were Stateside a year ago. Your ring was picked out because it looks like costume jewelry. But a seasoned thief, me, could tell in an instant it was the real thing. And the fact that Ilya now wears a ring didn’t go unnoticed either. You two really thought it would slide right by me?” He shakes his head and purses his lips before speaking again, “We may still reserve three rooms where we stay but only two rooms ever get used. Doesn’t take a genius to put it together.”

“Point taken,” Ilya nods at Napoleon and looks off into the distance, “When we’re done here, we meet this woman.”

“Nice try. Give it a little time before you interrogate her, Ilya,” Napoleon using his given name makes Ilya turn to him and throw his hands up in defeat, “Great. Well, I need to head to the Post Office, if you’ll excuse me.” Napoleon stands, buttoning his blazer before heading toward the town square.

On his way to the Post Office, Napoleon stops at the hotel to grab the gifts for Bobbie and the letter he had written. He smiles as he hands over the package with her address on it to the clerk. The blonde taking the package tries her best to flirt with Napoleon and he feigns ignorance. It’s not that he doesn’t find her attractive, he just only has eyes for one girl.

“It shall arrive by the end of the week, Sir.” The fair-haired woman smiled as she leaned over the counter to accentuate her ample bosom.

Now, had this been about a week ago, Napoleon would have responded to all of this flirting with his own. He would have accompanied her back to her home and used all of his charms to knock her socks off. And plenty more.

But this wasn’t a week ago. This was now. And his flirting was spoken for.

“Thank you, Miss. Have a great day.” He walks off just as it seems the clerk wants to say something more. He may be a strong man, but he’s no god.

Four days. Four whole days of waiting for something, anything from Leon, and nothing. Bobbie has been checking her mailbox multiple times per day this week. She’s been biding her time at work, barely listening to her Boss’ demanding tone while he asked her to do various things around the office. At least he isn’t flirting with her today, that was a welcome surprise.

She would much rather be flirting with Leon.

Leon.

What if something happened to him on his mission? What if that’s why she hasn’t gotten anything? What if–?

She takes a deep breath and calms herself. Getting all worked up was not going to make the day go faster and it surely was not going to help keep her wits. Instead, she decided to get busy with extra work. 

Technically, it wasn’t extra work. It was things she hadn’t finished so far this week. If she kept her head down and made sure to come around with a fresh coffee pot around break time, she could get all of these done before 5 pm. Thankfully, her Boss didn’t have any meetings for the rest of the day so she wouldn’t be needed for some time. 

Soon enough, at 3:30 pm, she came around to fill coffee cups around the executive office. Only receiving a nod as thanks, she smiled in return and got back to her desk. The rest of the day was quiet and she was able to finish everything before the end of the day.

Boarding the bus back to her apartment, she chose a window seat and watched as all the business people moved throughout town. Families and couples strolling along made her miss Leon even more. She would love to be able to take walks with Leon around town, window shopping while enjoying an ice cream cone.

Bobbie didn’t want much, but one of her biggest fears about moving to a new town was being lonely. And Leon just stumbled into her life, or rather, she stumbled into Leon. She wouldn’t lie, she did like his outward appearance, of course. But it was his personality that got her. 

She loved the way he made her feel like the only other person in the world, giving her his undivided attention. He also had a way with words and a way with his hands and tongue. She felt heat rush to her cheeks at the thought and was happy to be almost home.

As she saw her apartment come into view, she signaled the bus driver to stop and exited right in front. She checked her mailbox and there was something inside. A small note card from the postman that stated a package was delivered upstairs to her front door. She relocked the small mail locker and tried to be as cool as possible but gave up and ran up the steps to her door.

She picks up the parcel and unlocks her door. She closes it behind herself before she kicks off her shoes and sits on the floor of the living room to dig into the box. She grabs a pair of scissors and cuts the thin twine that holds it together. 

Unwrapping the brown paper, she is greeted with the most adorable brown stuffed dachshund.

She immediately picks it up and cradles it. The dog is so soft to the touch and it smells like Leon. He must have sprayed some of his cologne on it. Clever man! 

Shuffling through the box’s packing material, she also finds a small silver trinket box.

So shiny and intricately designed with a simple red velvet lining inside. She took the box into her bedroom and decided to put it on her dresser to hold her rings and smaller pieces of jewelry. 

Coming back into the living room, Bobbie picked up the stuffed dog again and cuddled it while digging through the box. Picking through the rest of the box, she found at the bottom what she had been looking for. 

Lifting the envelope from the box, she puts the stuffed dog down in her lap. Her name was written in Leon’s handwriting in red ink on the front of the envelope. Turning it around, she found a wax stamp holding a sprig of dried lavender that sealed it close. Opening the envelope, she unfolds and begins to read the letter.

My sweet Bobbie,

Not a day has gone by without my thoughts straying to you.

The sun here just isn’t as bright without you. Just imagining it on your skin is mouthwatering.

I can still taste you on my lips, and it’s the only thing keeping me going.

If you’ve somehow forgotten, let me remind you. 

I am addicted to your kiss. And yes, I am claiming it for myself.

I hope you like what I’ve included in this little care package.

The trinket box was not easy to come by, but you deserve only the best.

But by far, I think your favorite will be the stuffed dachshund.

Let him keep you company while I’m away, and do give him a sniff.

Smell that? That’s me. I do hope you enjoy Aqua Velva.

Won’t be much longer now til I have you back in my arms, and maybe more if I’m lucky.

I am enamored with you, and that doesn’t happen to me. Ever.

If I timed this correctly, you should receive it shortly before I come back.

See you soon, Sweetness.

Love,

N.S.

Napoleon held his suitcase in one hand and a bouquet in the other. Staring up at his apartment building from the street below, he steadied his nerves before walking through the front door. Climbing the stairs, he stops at his apartment first and drops off his overcoat and luggage. Locking the door behind him, he leaves to head upstairs.

Knocking on the door to her apartment, his knuckles turn white around the bouquet and he searches his brain for something to say. As the door opens, their eyes meet and no words are exchanged. Bobbie grabs him by his tie and drags him into the room, closing the door behind him. 

Napoleon gives Bobbie the bouquet, which she takes and inhales the scent of the fresh flowers. As he looks around, he notices the package he sent. The letter and stuffed dog were next to each other on the floor. He smiles at the stuffing of the box strewn about, obviously opened in haste. 

Bobbie walks up to him after putting the flowers in a vase quickly, tangling her fingers in his silky hair. “You’re here, Leon. I missed you.”

“I’m here, Bobbie. I missed you too,” Napoleon brings his hands up to hold her hips, bringing her closer, “I’ll be here for a while, as well.”

“Well then, I have a few ideas of how you can spend your time, Mr. Solo.” The devious smile on her face warmed his blood.

Instead of asking how they should spend their time, Napoleon’s hands move down under Bobbie’s thighs and picks her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and captures his lips hungrily.

The kiss he missed so deeply was back in his clutches. The taste of her was like ambrosia, food of the gods. He could and planned to get lost in this kiss over and over. He takes a moment to lean back, licking his lips and cradling her face in his hand. “Shall we move this elsewhere?”

“Bedroom, Leon.” Bobbie pleads, tightening her legs around him before leaning back in to kiss him.

Devouring her moans, he moved slowly through the apartment in the direction of her bedroom. Finding the door open, he enters and closes the door behind them.

To Be Continued…

Chapter 3

A/N: I ended this on a cliffhanger because I kind of plan on the next chapter being solely smut. This chapter’s song was Please Mr. Postman by The Marvelettes. It captures the angst of waiting for word from your man. Bobbie is the only one who refers to Napoleon as Leon, so in this story, you will see a back-and-forth between the two.

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