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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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stepdad!eddie munson x innocent(ish)!obsessed!reader (in a different like ‘universe’ than innocent!reader x stepdad!obsessed!eddie munson kinda)--this is just an introduction to just stepdad!eddie in general.

CW: stepcest, angst, age gap (eddies in his thirties, reader’s 18 (or whatever age you are most comfy with)), carmechanic!eddie munson (not a CW but its okay hehe), crybaby!reader, hints of ddlg, reader calls eddie “daddy”, kinda obsessed!stepdad!eddie, kind of manipulative!reader, crying, kissing, talk of female!masturbation

this is stepdad!eddie munson x innocent(ish)!obsessed!crybaby!reader’s first ‘fight’ </33

note: i kinda dont like this but i really wanted to finish thissss enjoy ! :3

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to start, let’s talk about how stepdad!eddie spoils you.

you get everything and anything you want.

you don’t even have to ask, and eddie’s spoiling you constantly. he goes to the store on the way home from work and buys you some sort of stuffed animal to add to your insane collection.

he can’t help it!

you’re just so innocent and sweet and kind, and all he wants to do is make his baby happy.

anytime that sweet little voice of yours asked him for a favor, he would immediately comply.

however, he doesn’t know that late at night you grind your bare, aching pussy on those stuffies..whimpering his name into the night air as you cum, groping your tits and rubbing yourself furiously on the fabric until you squirt again and again on the soft material; imagining that it was your stepdad that was making you feel so good.

eddie had always thought you were innocent. always thought that you were a good girl; his good girl.

to be truthful, eddie was heavily attracted to you. the love and passion he should have for your mother, but instead had for you was sinful.

when you first walked around with your messy hair in the morning, teddy bear in your arms, eddie’s long t-shirt and your cute little pink or white panties on with nothing else, he knew he was screwed.

you would reach your arms up around his neck to hug him sleepily as he wrapped his arms around the small of your back, tattooed hands inching toward your clothed behind.

you knew he liked you. you could feel it.

the lingering stares and touches, the kisses on your neck and cheek, the times where he would joke around and tickle you--tickle parts that were most definitely too touchy and innapropriate for a stepdad to do to their stepdaughter.

he just loved you.

loved you so much, but he would never want to act on it; that would just make everything so very messy.

you were just so..soft and supple.

he was so different; long, messy hair, tatooed knuckles (and body), rings, a metal-head, and because he worked at the car shop, he always had oil and grease under his fingernails and on his hands when he came home in the evening every weekday..even a little on his face that he tried to wipe off with his skull bandana but it seemed to have smeared it a little more than clean it.

you, with your copious amounts of soft plushies (most that he gifted you and you would squeal about), flowy dresses, short skirts, sweet-smelling perfume..you were so different. so, so different.

and that’s what he thought he liked most about you. that you both were opposites. and unbeknownst to him, you loved that too.

he loved watching you roller skate around the neighborhood as he worked on the hood of his car--watching you pop your pink bubblegum as you giggled when you stopped to pet a little puppy with its owner.

he knows he’s bad for this.

so, so bad.

he knows he’s a bad man.

one night, he’s watching tv on the couch; legs and feet up on the coffee table as he smokes a cigarette.

when he sees you come around in your pink, cotton nighty (he’s wearing a white ‘wife beater’ with some oil and grease stains on it--along with some baggy jeans. his hair is in a very messy low bun, strands falling out of it and his combat boots with the shoelaces poorly tied.) --beige teddy bear in hand (to which you named biscuit) as you crawl into his lap. you’re on all fours on his seat cushion, hands out in front of you as you sit on your haunches.

he smiles at you, rubbing your back with his left hand as he looks back at the tv, feeling your face close to his as he exhales the smoke away from you, but you scrunch your nose up.

so, you crawl further onto his lap, putting the cigarette out on the ashtry next to him as he scoffs lightly but a small smile is still there.

you look back at him, faces close as you both look at each other.

he narrows his eyes jokingly, “aren’t you supposed to be in bed?”

you bite your lower lip in faux contemplation, your head tilting as you look up.

“mm no.” you say, and he just rolls his eyes playfully.

“you’re mother wouldn’t like that, missy..”

you lay your head on his shoulder.

“don’ care. she’s not here,, an’ i didn’t see you all day, daddy.” you whisper, pouting softly as the tv illuminates your face in the dark room.

eddie’s eyes soften, clearing his throat because he always gets so damn flustered when you call him that.

he’s a bad man, he knows it.

but he will never stop you.

never stop you from doing what you truly want.

he drags his fingers slowly across your cheekbone, bringing your head to his lips as he kisses your forehead before turning his attention back to the tv.

you’re still looking at him, fidgeting with his ringed fingers, your stuffed teddy bear pressed to your chest as you stay on his lap, his shoulder comfortable.

“daddy?..” you pause.

eddie looks at you. “what is it, baby?”

“d’you.. think ‘m pretty?”

he inhales sharply but slowly, clearing his throat and swallowing hard.

“uhm, yeah--yeah. you-you’re very pretty.”

you bat your lashes at him, innocence adorning your face. “really?”

“y-yeah, sweetheart.”

“pretty enough to kiss?” you ask, doe eyes glimmering with hope and the tv reflection.

you move a bit closer to him.

“uh, s-sure, yeah, baby.”

“so..you’d kiss me, daddy?”

eddie swallows again,he can feel himself drifting from a more practical mindset.

“sweetheart..” he lowly warns, his voice breathy.

“would you? thought you said i was a pretty girl.” your pout deepens.

“angel, y-you’re beautiful, but i-- i can’t answer that,”

he can see your eyes brimming with tears.

oh no.

oh fuck.

when you cry, he can’t take it.

it’s like kryptonite.

he’ll literally do anything you ask if tears begin to sprout from your lower lids.

“y-you think ‘m ugly, d-don’t you?” you cry, and he clicks his tongue, bringing you into his neck whispering quick little, “no, no, no, no,”‘s

you inhale him, smelling his natural musk and cologne, along with detergent and some strawberry shampoo. it’s addicting.

“shit.. you’re my most beautiful girl, baby.. so, so beautiful.” he kisses the top of your head, his hand scratching gently at your scalp.

you pull away from his grasp, looking into his eyes as he gingerly wipes the tears away from your cheeks.

“you really believe that?” you ask, sniffling, fingers tracing over his knuckle tattoos.

he nods, brows pushed together and his eyes soften.

“i really do.”

“so, you’d kiss me then?”

“baby--”

“would you?” he can hear your voice thicken again.

“i--y-yes. i would kiss you.”

you smile softly, bringing his hand up to your lips as you kiss the pads of his fingers gently, eyes still gazing into his as eddie chews on his bottom lip, shifting in his seat.

“baby--” he tries again, but his voice dies out quickly.

eddie exhales as you both lean closer, lips almost touching before he clenches his eyes shut, resting his head on your forehead. he brings his hand up again, pulling your head down to kiss your forehead and you feel yourself pout with a small huff.

“we can’t.” his voice sounds almost pained, tortured, even.

however, you’re stubborn.

you’re having none of it.

you quickly stand up, pulling out of his grasp--whining out a, “you don’t love me!” before storming away and going up to your room

eddie’s grateful your mom is out of town.

“sweetheart!” he tries to call, following after you, cursing under his breath.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck--”

he catches up to you and grabs your arm in the hallway, turning you to him.

“thought you l-loved me!” you sob, and he can feel his heart breaking.

“i-i do, princess, ‘s jus’ that..well, your mother..”

“leave her!” you yell, eyes red and puffy as you sniffle.

eddie looks away for a second, sputtering for the right words before looking back at you.

“honey, i-i can’t--”

and what you do next..he’s not expecting it, not at all.

you grab his hand, putting it between the apex of your thighs as he feels the damp cotton.

“--love you,” you cry softly, holding his hand there. “see how much, daddy? wan’ you an’ only you..”

“fuck,” he mutters, biting his bottom lip when he feels the outlines of your wet folds.

if eddie had kept his hand there one more second, he knew he would’ve taken you.

would’ve brought you upstairs to your room and made love to you, but he took his hand away from you.

you sob, yanking your arm away from him as you rush to your room, slamming the door shut just as he is about to make it.

he can hear your sobs through the door as he sighs, waiting a few moments before gently knocking with his knuckles.

“sweetheart? open up. please?” his voice is soft, and you almost give in.

“no!” you cry out, hiccuping.

eddie sighs, running his hand down his face.

“c’mon, baby. lemme in..i’ll cuddle you?” his voice is so gentle and it makes your head all fuzzy as you sniffle, rubbing your eyes with your fists before making your way to the door and unlocking it.

eddie opens it, seeing you run over to your bed and hug the teddy bear tight to your chest.

he coos, taking his combat boots off and tugging the stuffed bear from you to see your face.

you whine, rolling over on your tummy and crawling on all fours as you try to get to the other side of the bed before you feel eddie’s strong hands grip your hips pulling you towards him.

you cry, tears falling from your lashes like salty droplets of rain that cloud your vision. eddie turns you around, shushing you as you wrap your hands around his neck, and he follows; wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you closer to him as you sniffle in his neck as he rubs his hands along your back.

“w-why can’t you be with me?” you whimper, and eddie feels his heart crack. pulling your head out from the crook of his neck so you can look into his warm eyes, he takes a deep breath, pushing some of your hair behind your ear. he leans in, and you feel the breath in your chest hitch, eyes wide and stomach fluttering with butterflies.

he whispers, “don’t tell your mother..” before letting his lips slot over yours softly, heart pounding.

your first kiss!

the kiss is soft, your lips trailing over the other when you tilt your head. your kissing is a bit shy at first before your stepdad whispers a small, “relax, baby,” against your mouth, the rumble from his voice making your lips tingle more.

he leans down a bit, making you sit on your bed, his left arm extended out on the side of your body to hold himself up, his right hand holding your jaw as you both kiss, his tongue dragging against the seam of your lips as he crawls into your bed with you, soft whimpers escaping your mouth.

wet smacks and muffled noises are made between the both of you as you blush, eddie’s tongue slipping between your lips and into your mouth. you jolt a bit, and your face feels warm.

eddie laughs softly against your lips, sucking on your pout gently. “gotta relax, sweet girl. can’t kiss these pretty lips properly if your all jumpy..”

you whine, embarrassed and flustered--to which eddie finds adorable. “sorry, daddy..”

he kisses your nose, then your cupids bow before returning sloppily to your lips.

you innocently stick your tongue in his mouth, feeling eddie smile gently at your inexperience. “slower, princess. drag your tongue across mine, m’okay? soft and slow.”

you nod, lips swollen and red, matching eddie’s as you pull him back in. your tongue drags slowly across his, massaging against it. it feels a little weird, but extremely good and stimulating. eddie tastes so so good..like cigarettes, beer, and mint; an odd combination, but it invites you in for more.

“good girl,” he sighs, savoring your lips on his. he has to ignore the painful ache presented between his legs. he doesn’t wanna scare you.

“mm’daddy,” you whine again, and you can feel his body press closer to yours, his lips sucking on yours as the kiss gets more desperate--almost possessive.

“baby,” he hums against your lips, suckling on your plump lower lip. “don’ want you to ever think i--mm’,” your lips press harder against his, hands fiddling with his hair as you whimper. he pulls you back with heavy pants between the two of you, his eyes melting into yours. he kisses your cheek. “d-don’t want you to think i don’t love you, sweet girl..i do--so, so much. fuck. jus’..princess, i never wanna stop kissing you. i love you so much--i don’t even know what to say, ‘m rambling..you got your daddy rambling ‘n shit like a fuckin’ nerd..” you blush a darker red, your ears tinted pink. eddie notices. god, you’re so cute, he thinks.

he feels lost in you. lost in your scent. in your touch.

no, eddie, pull it together.

clearing his throat, he speaks. “..’s just that..in order for us to be.. ‘together’ i need to be with your mom..just for now. but in the near future, when the time is right, i wanna take you somewhere. leave. go---go to fuckin’ florida, i dunno...” he pecks your lips softly, and you giggle, pointer finger running gently over his top and bottom lip as you watch him speak. “..‘ll get you whatever you want. spoil you an--an, just you an i will be together, okay? but for now, we needa keep this a secret. have our playtime when your mom is away or when she’s asleep. y’know i love my little angel..” he pinches your waist jokingly, and you squeal.

eddie smiles, lips connecting back onto yours before he murmurs a soft, “you understand, baby?” and you nod, whimpering a small, “yes, daddy,” hands weaving in his hair as you straddle his hips, his lips feeling so deliciously suffocating on you. your skin buzzes when he marks your neck. you feel like you can’t breathe but know you won’t be able to breathe without him kissing you--or at least it feels that way.

his lips make your brain fuzzy and you can’t think much, other than his words..

he’s gonna take you far away.

he loves you.

alone with him.

forever n ever.

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Brat Taming: Part 13

A/N: Smut is prevalent in the chapter, with overstimulation, vibrators, teasing and edging, domination/submission and punishments. Please don’t read it if it makes you uncomfortable

Ari had certain expectations when it came to making his office run seamlessly, as he should have, and there was an incredible amount of tenacity to his patience. He was not a man who could easily be angered by desperate attempts to get him to react unless there was a direct threat to the people he loved and wanted to protect.

It was one of his traits as an alpha that separated him from what seemed like the other 50% of alphas who seemed to make up the designation.

It seemed as if at least half of their designation had the same distinctive abilities to be good alphas without having to rely on traits that could have been deemed toxic. Ari and Steve, even Ransom if he had tried to put in more effort to not be such an arrogant prick to other people, were all good alphas at the root of themselves.

Both of the older alphas had deeply embedded protective tendencies, an ability to understand and compassionately grasp the workings of an omega’s hindbrain without reducing them to their basest selves.

Ransom was cocky, he was an arrogant and rich alpha who could have had anything or anyone handed to him on a silver platter. He was born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass and that had damaged his ability to deny the toxic traits that made omegas want to settle down with the alpha.

However like Ari & Steve believed, Ransom only had to meet the right omegas who wouldn’t immediately cater and submit to his whims, but rather they would try to push him to his limits and make him back down. It was what made you and Jake everything those alphas needed.

It was your fire and your ability and nature to be bratty that drove every one of your alphas crazy with need. Your tendency as omegas to feel comfortable enough to push back against the alphas was both embraced and revelled in.

They enjoyed their omegas brattiness, the back and forth that aided the bonds that were being built was a necessity to have an unbreakable relationship.

However patient Ari was, and however indifferent he could have been, he had found your punishment just as invigorating and addictive as your attitude was.

He was just waiting for it, just waiting for the opportunity to punish you as a good alpha would have. The alphas knew, all of them had been aware, that you and Jake were dealing with the sensations of being marked and mated.

They had been well aware that you both were settling in your bratty moods and with a common agreement between you, albeit made through your natural bond as best friends and lovers and had kickstarted the punishments that were befitting for both of you.

With you at work in the office making comments under your breath about Ari and his first assistant degrading the choice to have someone who was so aggravating without trying, had incited his decision to punish you.

Normally this patient alpha would have let you mumble every comment under the sun about his first assistant who he knew could be difficult to deal with, however today Ari couldn’t let it slide.

Whether it was his unwillingness to go through a teleconference knowing you were outside of his office wearing a skirt that was far too easy to slide up your thighs and a piece of cloth obscuring your sweet little cunt from his view, or whether it was his vivacious lust and hunger, it had all ended at the same conclusion.

Ari had stepped out of his office, pausing to listen to you muttering your annoyance at both your boss and the woman you claimed was the wicked bitch of the West.

He had watched you while leaning against the frame of his door, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tucked as his eyes had become engrossed with thick seams of desire. It was reflective of his need for you, his dire hunger that aided him to make a demand that caused hair at the nape of your neck to stand and your eyes to grow wide.

“Y/N, my office. Now.” The command was sent from his mouth, and you were immediately aware of how rooted he was in his alpha hindbrain.

He had seen your lips part with a potential argument, a rebuttal that he wished you would’ve let fall from your lips. He wished you would have fired back with some kind of aggravated response to Ari’s demand, earning another punishment that you didn’t know was coming.

It could’ve been a demand that could have been negated, or at least an attempt could have been made, however, Ari was pleased to see you standing immediately to follow him toward his office.

“Is there anything you need of me, Mr. Levinson?” His first assistant had already started to rise to her feet, overeager to please him in any manner despite already being in a steady and comfortable relationship with her alpha.

It was after Ari had settled a hand on your back to lead you into his office, to the punishment waiting for you, that he had looked over his shoulder with a controlled half-smirk on his face.

His first assistant was not guarded with her disdain for you and your role in the office, especially since you had been sleeping with the boss and getting away with it. However, Ari was just as displeased about her attitude toward you and had already been making plans to have another reasonable offer sent her way for a new job.

“Go home, you have the rest of the afternoon off.” Ari had closed the door without allowing another potential argument and just as quickly locked the door behind him.

He stood and faced you, silence between the two of you was not stale or stagnant, it was fuelled by desire and mild confusion, knowledge of what was to come and expectations of pleasure and pain.

“I have a meeting, Y/N.” Ari’s long stride had taken him past you and around the side of the desk, his leather chair angled to the left of his computer.

“If you needed me to take notes-“

“Did I ask you to take notes?” Ari spoke over you with a bite, the force behind his words making you shudder and whimper simultaneously. “You’re going to keep me occupied.”

Ari placed a hand upon the back of the chair, steadying it as he sat down upon the cushioned bottom and then he spread his legs. His cock was strained and throbbing beneath the seams of his slacks and with a single wave of his hand, you had started to walk toward him with your hands by your sides and your eyes still unnerved.

When you were within reach, Ari grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him and his hard-on, your palm jutted toward the bulbous head. Ari’s voice was laced heavily with need, your name falling from his lips as he made you squeeze his erection.

The intent was known and the command had been all too easily absorbed as you recoiled and lifted your skirt, your hands holding the material in order for him to hook his fingers in the band of your panties to yank them down your thighs.

“This is a punishment,” Ari addressed you with a firm tone yet no less loving than before, “you wanna be a brat? You get punished.”

He enjoyed your verbal exhilaration when he smacked your ass, his palm cracking against your flesh before his fingers dug into you. He had pulled you back toward him, keeping a hand on your ass and the other busied with freeing his thick and throbbing cock.

“You’re going to keep my cock warm while I take this teleconference. If your try and get off my cock before the meeting is finished, you’ll be under the desk sucking me off. If you cum before I say you can, you won’t cum for a week.” Ari’s hands settled on your hips and he arranged you between his legs, giving you no room to protest as he lowered you to his cock, your puffy pussy lips already wet.

The head of his cock had started to part your labia, the seeping precum mixing with your desire, and his name all too easily fell from your lips when he made you take all of him into your tight cunt. When he had settled you in your place, Ari leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the nape of your neck, almost entirely too soft and contradictory to his demanding dominance.

“You have your warning, brat.” Ari’s lips parted and he nipped your flesh as a warning. “I would love any reasons to punish you further, let’s see if you earn the right to cum or if you’ll end up with a week of denial.”

It was hard to breathe without shuddering, hard to contend with the twitch of Ari’s thick bulbous head as it plunged into your cunt.

It was hard to function and focus on taking notes while Ari was on a teleconference since you were being stretched and filled to the brim, wholly and entirely stuffed. He was ruthless, smacking your puffy and hard clit when you faltered, all entirely fuelled by his irritation with your attitude.

“Maybe next time you’ll think about being such a brat. I’m your alpha sweetheart but I’m also your boss.”

“Are you focusing?” You shuddered and whimpered, his voice husky and hoarse in your ear while his fingers deftly plucked at your hard little nub. “I almost feel sorry for you…but I know you like it.”

“J-Jake-” your voice shook, indelibly able to detect his state of being like a dull fog at the back of your mind.

“Yes, Jake is learning a hard lesson too.” Ari purred huskily in your ear and then taunt you further, starting to tap his fingers against your hard clit with every illicit breath you’d taken.

“We’re planning on taking full advantage of our private dining room, puppy. And you are going to take your punishment with pride.”

Wine, he thought as he swallowed what was given to him, wine should’ve made him feel better and yet it was another delectable sensation intent on ruining him. A good wine that Ransom assured would be palatable with the edging Jake deserved, and he was right.

He had been overstimulated already, entirely too full and stretched with a vibrator in his tight asshole and a ring pulsing at the base of his cock, Jake was being dragged through countless rounds of edging that had only been part of his punishment.

The argument that started it all had come from Jake and focused more on Steve than Ransom. It was a few remarks about Steve’s sexuality and the urge to just jump from the edge of the cliff. Jake had pressed Steve to be bolder with himself, given that there wasn’t anything to fear about being open with how and who he loved.

And though the comments had meant to encourage Steve, it had taken a turn when Steve had embraced Jake’s open brattiness and reassured him that being bold was nothing new to Jake.

“Full, puppy?” Jake’s shiver was inductive of his tension, his cock begging for release that wasn’t granted to him by Steve or Ransom. “I think you’re enjoying yourself.”

It was pleasured and painful torture that left no bruises or marks. It was the sensation of the dildo in his ass vibrating when Steve turned it on and the fallout after it was turned off to give him a chance to calm down. Between the remote in Steve’s control, the remote in Ransom’s control and what he could detect from you, Jake was truly going to lose his mind.

“He can handle it, he’s a big boy.” Steve was almost erotically sadistic when he leaned toward Jake to cup his cheek and turn his head. “You can handle it, right Jake?”

His lips met Steve’s and he tried to chase the feeling, only to fall short and whine in desperation when Steve pulled away.

The super soldier had let go of Jake’s chin and patted his cheek twice, and then he leaned back against his chair and raised a hand to signal the waiter. With striking confidence that made Jake believes he had been playing the entire time, Steve had brazenly raised the remote in his other hand and pressed the button twice.

The shock of the faux cock in his ass had earned another husky groan that fell too easily from Jake’s lips, and the sudden jerk of his hips to seek some kind of pleasurable release from the toys that he was being teased with.

“If you cum, you’re going to pay for it.” Ransom’s warning was whispered as a seductive command in his ear, the deterrent coming with another level of erotic intimacy as the alpha command had settled in his hindbrain.

Thick fingers slipped beneath the table, a hand sliding up a covered thigh while he was truly and well on his way to losing his mind. Trapped under electrifying gazes that burned through him, it wasn’t just one but two that had given him no reprieve from the building tension and cathartic need to reach his end. This was a punishment for his decision to push both of them to their limits, though it wasn’t conventional in any sense.

When Jake had been under the impression that he was going to be punished, he’d thought it would involve Shibari or some restraints to keep him still. He’d never anticipated his ass being stuffed full of a vibrating cock while his shaft and balls were being stimulated by the same torturous quivers.

It was clear that Jake and yourself were being manhandled by your alphas to be punished, he could feel your pleasured pain through the bonds that you and Jake had formed from childhood, and he knew that he wasn’t alone.

“You’ve barely touched your food.” Teasing words that rolled off a silver tongue paired with fingers that slipped further up his thigh before ultimately squeezing the thick throbbing hard-on trapped beneath Italian slacks. “You should eat something.”

“Something wrong, pup?” Steve crooned, raising his fork to his lips to enjoy the seared steak he had been craving. “Not hungry?”

“Ohhh fuck…” Jake’s head lolled back, his eyes screwing closed as vibrations coursed in his ass, the vibrator used to drive him toward a slow orgasm was maddening. “P-please-!”

“I think we need dessert,” Ransom leaned in close to Jake, his tongue lapping at sweat-laden flesh while his hand closed around Jake’s clothed cock. “You’re going to have to wait longer to cum, brat.”

“I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Jake hissed, his eyes straining to open and his teeth gritting as he cursed with the tension that was rattling him. “Please, fuck-!”

He jerked his hips and dug his nails into the tablecloth with almost enough tension to tear the fabric clean. Jake had ground his teeth with every pulse that rocked his nervous system and drove his mind closer to temporary insanity.

There was no denying their domineering status as alphas, and Jake would later swear on his life that he loved being their little subby omega but at the moment he was fighting for his life.

“If you want to cum,” Ransom let go of his trapped erection and deftly unzipped Jake’s fly, his hand slipping in the opening to grasp his cock under the table, “you have to beg for it.”

The sound that fell from Jake’s lips was garbled and twisted, it wasn’t coherent in any manner but yet it still made his alphas starkly proud of the omega who had resisted until this moment.

He hadn’t been mentally aware of what he was saying, he was letting his tongue work on its own and had only recognized the permission that was given to him after Ransom had dug his teeth back into the mark on Jake’s neck.

The vibrations hadn’t ceased even as Jake had been granted the ability to chase his orgasm. His hips rocked as he threw himself back into the chair, his head lolling as their names rolled off his tongue as an erotic sonnet. It was blinding and white hot pleasure that shot through every nerve ending in his body, Jake’s mind contorted and twisted by desire and release while Ransom’s hand pumped Jake’s shaft.

And even as he started to come down from that high, pleasure was still falling upon him when he felt Ransom’s lips against Jake’s cock to clean his shaft and bulbous head.

“Thank you,” Jake’s chest was heaving with every strained breath, his body wracked with leftover trace amounts of electrifying pleasure, “that was incredible.”

His chin was grasped again, his face turned toward Steve and relief had soon been replaced by anticipation when the super soldier claimed Jake’s mouth as his.

“You’re not done yet.”

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needlereads · 2 years

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Artifice | Part 4

SoftDark! Mob!Ari x WOC!Reader

Summary: Your summer fling turns out to be mob leader Ari Levinson. He wants you for keeps. He’s also looking for revenge against your family.

Warnings: 18+ only, dub con, vaginal sex, explicit sexual content, soft!dark

Notes: This multipart fic will not be told in chronological order. It’s also set in 1950ish era mostly for the aesthetics in my mind so you’ll see some traditional gender role/family dynamic references.

Thank you for coming along this ride and piecing together the various past and present fragments as you read!

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(back then)

“Please excuse us, Mr. Levinson. I need my sister urgently.”

You tried ignoring the weight of Ari’s smug gaze upon your back, pulling Maria with you across the large, ornately lit room.

She stubbornly dug her stilettos into the floor.

You asked, “Why was he talking to you?”

“What is this nonsense?” Maria asked you. “I was having a lovely time with Ari.”

“How do you know A-- Mr. Levinson?” You stuttered. “He’s not from around here, isn’t that right?”

Your sister was clearly interested in Ari as she shared what she had learned about his background, his wealth, his lack of marital status. Under other circumstances, you would have understood, perhaps even been happy for her.

“He seems like a bit of a flirt,” you tried.

“He’s certainly charming.”

“Maria, please. He’s not a good person.”

“How would you know this?” She studied you a moment, gaze narrowed.

“I – well, I’ve heard things. There are customers who come to the restaurant…”

She waved a hand dismissively. “Rumors. A powerful man cannot escape gossip and I’m sure there are plenty who envy Ari’s power.” A little smirk graced her lips. “I’m not afraid of gossip, not when I might stand at Ari Levinson’s side. I suppose then I might face some envy myself.”

Maria met your eyes once more, a perfect brow arched. She was suggesting you might envy her?

“That’s not…” You shook your head. You couldn’t let her continue to covet a spot at Ari’s side – because he was bad news for her and for your family. “Look, we barely know this man. Mother and Father might have heard of him, and they might not like you being around him either.”

This earned you a breathy laugh.

“Don’t worry. Father knows all about Ari Levinson.”

“He does?” Erich knew of Ari? Since when? How could your step-father be involved with such illicit business dealings? While you tried to formulate a question vague enough that wouldn’t disclose how much you knew, Maria raised her chin up at the server who approached you two.

“A recommendation from the gentleman in blue,” the server indicated.

You looked over. Ari raised his glass towards the two of you.

Preening, Maria sent him a sultry smirk and accepted a glass of champagne.

“No, thank you.” Indignant, you turned your back on Ari.

“They’re drawing up a business contract. So really you needn’t worry. Besides, I can take care of myself.”

You were helpless, taking in this news while Maria ambled back to the bar.

Ari and Erich were going to sign a contract? He had his clutches this deep in your family already?

You needed to think. You needed quiet and to figure out a plan of action.

You took the exit stairwell, winding down one floor when you heard a ruckus at the door to the next level. Wondering if someone was in need of help, you pulled the door open.

The next moment, you’re yanked across the hall and into a dark room.

The hand pressed to your mouth kept you from forming coherent words.

“Shh. It’s me.”

Ari.

A bare light bulb flickered on. You sagged a little, then shook your head until his hand fell from your face.

“What are you doing?” you demanded. There was little space for the two of you in this maintenance closet. Already, the heat emanating from his body overwhelmed you. How long had it been since you were alone with Ari.

No, that wasn’t important. You needed to get out, away from Ari. Away from the muscle memory that urged you sink into his arms.

It wasn’t up to you. As you backed away, you stumbled on a stack of buckets and Ari closed in around you to keep you upright – right against him.

“Ari,” you admonished. “What—"

“Wanted to see you.” He flashed that smile at you before burying his face in the side of your neck.

You squeaked, arching at the insistent prodding of his nose. His breath tickled while his beard sent shivers down your spine. “Ari, d-don’t.”

He hummed, soft kisses ghosting along your neck up to your jaw and then behind your ear. You squirmed, but he merely craned to the other side the better to greedily rub his lips to as much of you as possible, his beard an abrasive reminder of how familiar he was with your body.

He pulled a deep breath of your scent, pleasantly warm with you in his embrace.

This wasn’t right. You bit your lip hard, a reminder of the painful reality of this man.

You grumbled and pushed at him. “What do you want?”

Ari took you in, the rigid line of your lips, the disgust pooling in your eyes. He took a deep breath. It wouldn’t due to lose himself here and now, no matter how much he wanted to kiss away your discontent. He straightened up, keeping his hands on you, looking at you down his nose.

“Had a good chat with your sister?”

Glowering, you tilted your chin up, resolute. “Leave her alone.”

He gave you a sympathetic pout. “Where’s the fun in that? She was very clear in her interest to get to know me better.”

Your mouth parted in dismay. Ari couldn’t help licking his lips.

“Would that bother you?” Oh, he could see anxiety wear on your features. He wanted it to bother you. Anything to indicate you weren’t lost to him.

“You can’t!”

“Because you want to protect her? Or because you don’t want to share me?”

Again, your mouth opened and then closed, unwilling to form a response to his audacious claims.

“I don’t want you,” you gritted out.

His eyes twinkled, clearly not believing you. “We’ll see.”

Gripping the nape of your neck, Ari held you still so he could claim your lips. Hungrily, he suckled at the pillowy softness of your lips. You couldn’t breathe. You gasped, panting as he deepened the kiss and licked into your mouth.

You knew this was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t be here with Ari, this man who entered each room with a mask on, who had withheld vital information from you and felt no remorse. You knew you should regret every second you had already spent with him. You knew his touch shouldn’t feel this good.

(Now)

His touch felt so good. Resistance, sanity, all was wrung from you as Ari's mouth stoked your sex with unforgiving sparks of pleasure. Digging his tongue deep in you, he groaned with relish.

You had arrived early afternoon to the beachside cottage. Passed down from Ari’s mother’s family, it was private, cozy and retaining that ageless classic touch.

You insisted on exploring the quiet streets of the nearby town, having promised your little brother gifts. In your cropped slacks and sleeveless blouse, sun already highlighting your complexion, your loveliness was unimpeded. The sea air seemed to relax you. You didn't complain as Ari held your hand at all times. It was more than his vigilance -- after all, his men kept a constant perimeter watch around you both. No, when it came to his affections, Ari had no reason to restrain himself. Especially now.

After an early dinner, you thought you might visit the market closer to the beach. You freshened up back at your private room and went to grab your wallet and instead Ari was there crowding against you.

He had promised a honeymoon – to you and to himself.

You’re breathless from Ari’s demanding kiss, all consuming and burning with how his mouth claimed yours. His weight pressed you down, fingers squeezing into your flesh to imprint the feel of you into his palms. His hands and lips eager to explore you, uninterested in worldly experiences this evening that did not involve your naked beauty unfurling under his hands.

He broke away, leaving you gasping. Large hands gripped your thighs, yanked you to the edge of the mattress. He watched you as he nudged your entrance, all slippery and puffy, with the tip of his cock. He had worked you up with his mouth and tongue til you dripped and your scent clung to his beard.

You gasped as he pushed in. With agonizing intent, he buried himself as deep as possible into you.

“Fuck. Gonna give it to you…”

His hands dug hard into the meat of your thighs, holding your lower half suspended off the mattress and spread wide for him while he fucked you hard. Loud smacks of his pelvis meeting yours, his tight balls and taut pelvis bouncing against your ass and thighs. Your whimpers and cries answering his growl, “Mine. This’s all mine.”

Your back arched at the pleasure striking your core, arching like a sinful offer that made Ari even more ravenous.

His thick cock filled you without mercy, so much girth invading the sensitive heat in you, rubbing every pleasure spot. Your arms spread wide, grasping at the tangle of sheets with hardly any control over your own body that simply responded to the intense onslaught of desire. Ari never let up, keeping you tilted so his cock could hit that sweetest spot, blazing a fire in you until you were whining with release; your body clenched with electric delight that had you clutching one breast. The holy angles and telltale tightening of your orgasm – Ari’s vision clouded with need, savage need for more.

You milked him so tight, Ari moaned and pounded into you harder and faster. You belonged to him. He would never have enough of you. Would always hunger for the wet heat of your perfect cunt.

You quaked and panted as his relentless pace kept you on edge. The pad of a finger stroking your sensitive clit had you coming in another burst, that glorious and addicting itch scratched so maddeningly by him and only him. He snarled, unable to hold himself back. Slamming deep, his entire body tensed with how good you made him feel, his cum shooting uncontrollably, again and again, flooding you.

He panted, grinded against you, savored the extra heat of his cum gushing inside you. His seed dripped along his cock as it pumped out of you again and again, dribbling into a mess on the sheets.

His eyes drank you in, little mewls escaping your sweating body.

That night, he half-covered you, loosely spooning from behind and weighing you down with one heavy leg and an arm that stretched with yours, fingers threaded between yours – the better to fill you with his cock even as you slept.

Now that you were his in name and the two of you officially on honeymoon, Ari’s only plans involved pleasuring you and coaxing you into accepting his heart.

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crystalparadyse · 2 years

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The storm

Authors note: This is a small part of a story I'm writing.

I was sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard. He was standing at the foot of the bed. We just looked at each other for what seemed like eternity. I had missed having his eyes on me. “We’re not going to do it.” I said with a serious expression. At least I believed it was serious, I most probably looked torn between giving in and wanting to get away from here. He smirked at my answer and shook his head. “Yea, we are but we’ll get to that later.” I wanted to retort and say something sassy, but he suddenly strode to the side of the bed and grabbed me by the waist and sat himself against the headboard with me on his lap. “How do I end up in these situations” I wondered. Probably because I let him. I could throw the biggest tantrum and start screeching and scratching, maybe then he’d leave. But that isn’t me and deep down I didn’t want him to leave. His dark stormy eyes looked back at mine. “Tell me about work, your friends and family. How’s everything going?” I laughed sarcastically and retorted back, “As if you care.” He kept staring into my eyes. His left hand went to play with the ends of my hair. I hated the silence.

“Babygirl.” He started but I didn’t let him finish. “No! You don’t get to call me that anymore.” I snapped at him. He doesn’t deserve to come back after such a long time just to force his way back to my life. Acting like he cares about how I'm doing. This time I could keep eye contact anymore, so I stared at his chest. Sitting in his lap he still towered over me so it was difficult, I could still feel his eyes burning in my face. It went back to complete silence. I looked at his neck, then his chin (he trimmed his beard a bit and I hated to admit it, but it looked really good), then his lips. His upper lip was thinner than his lower lip but still plump. I remembered the first time he kissed me. “I can’t do this.” I whispered brokenly. His right hand which was resting on my left hip came to stroke the side of my face.

I hated being at war with myself when I was around him. He left me without looking back, I should hate him. At the same time, he felt like home. Being in his arms felt like I was finally home after such a long exhausting time. I realized I wanted to tell him everything that was going on. Suddenly it all came out like word vomit and once I started, I couldn’t stop.

“You want to know how I'm doing? I asked him and without waiting for an answer I continued, still looking at his lips. “It feels like my whole life is falling apart ever since you left me, without a goodbye I might add. They underestimate me at work. my friends and family care very little about me. It feels like I'm losing my best friend because she has this whole new life in which I don’t fit in.” I listed everything up and continued. “I can’t imagine how disappointed everyone is in me. I was once a smart girl on her way to become something amazing and my goal was to help people. And look at me now, I'm dropped out of university after university only to go to community college to become an accountant of all things. I used to want to be a scientist.” I didn’t realize I started crying until he wiped the tears off my cheeks. “Now I'm a disappointment of a person. And oh, I didn’t even get to the part of how the death of my brother broke something inside of me that made me not want to pursue anything I wanted to do. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about being a scientist or an accountant or whatever. I just want to be nothing.” I started sobbing. It was as if a dam broke, and all the water was flowing out uncontrollably.

He tilted my head up and made me look into his eyes. His brows were furrowed but he wasn’t angry. He looked at me as if he felt sad, an emotion I didn’t knew he possessed. “Baby.” He started but again I didn’t let him finish. ''No, don’t call me that. You can't call me that again. You hurt me the most out of everyone and you can't sit here and expect me to just forgive you because you deserve it the least out of everyone.” I wanted to get off his lap and just put some distance between us. He held me tight and sat up a bit. “No, let me go. I want to leave now. You heard about how I'm doing and it's freaking amazing so just let me go now.” I started pushing away from him, but he didn’t let up. “Calm down baby, just relax.” he said while more tears flowed down my face. He pulled me into his chest, and I started bawling my eyes out. All the hurt, the disappointment and sadness came crashing down on me. He held me and rubbed my back while muttering loving things, that only made me cry more.

After a long while I calmed down but felt so tired, I couldn't move or keep my eyes open. I felt him pull the covers over us and shifting us in a more comfortable position. Right before I fell asleep, I whispered, “Why are you back now?” He kissed my forehead “Let’s talk about it later.” He whispered back. “I want to know now.” I demanded sleepily. He sighed and muttered amusingly “My stubborn girl. I thought I already made it obvious I came back for you baby.” He paused and I didn’t know what to say. “And this time I'm not letting you go.” He finished.

“I don’t believe you.” I eventually said. “I know, but you'll see. Now sleep babygirl.” he said while kissing my forehead again. I was halfway gone before I opened my mouth and said, “I told you we weren’t doing it tonight.” His chest vibrated while he chuckled and said something I was far too gone to hear.

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