The North Princess & The Seven Men

by georgiapeach30513

Summary:

You are betrothed to Prince Charles, but what happens when he doesn’t want someone so pure, he tests your want to marry him by being corrupted by the seven men who have vowed to protect you.

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A/N: This is a dark fic, and gets more intense with each chapter. Proceed with caution, and read warnings before each part. YOU are the one responsible for the content you consume.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Summary:

Summary: You are betrothed to Prince Charles, but what happens when he doesn’t want someone so pure….

Pairings: none for this part

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Implied sexual activities, no warnings yet 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 260

Notes:

While chatting with one of my best friends about some fic, she wasn’t happy the pairing was just one person because the more the merrier. I had mentioned I wanted to do a modern day fairy tale, and she quickly responds, “Snow White and the 7 Men” that is what spiraled this nonsense. There isn’t going to be much plot. Just 7ish parts of smut, because why not? She helped me pair up the men to their “respective” dwarf based on personality. Not sure how often this will be updated, but I do actually know the order I want them in her line of 7 men….buckle up.

“She’s just so dull. You haven’t met her. There’s nothing special about her. So pure and innocent,” Charles whines to his older brother Curtis. He has no desire to marry you. He might not tell his father, but he has no problem letting Curtis know how he truly feels.

“Isn’t that what most people desire in a wife? So, you’re wanting someone corrupt?” Curtis laughs at his younger brother. He had only seen you in passing. While it was undeniable you were pure, most likely wearing a chastity belt. A princess from the North that is protected by seven men. It wasn’t easy for them to agree to the coupling.

“I just would want someone with…experience. Not someone so vanilla,” his face lifts into a devilish grin.

“And what exactly do you have in mind?” he now has Curtis’s attention. Both brother’s share a sadistic sense of life.

“She has those seven men that protect her, right?” Curtis nods, knowing exactly where this is going now. “Why don’t they break her in for me? Maybe even let you have a go. And if I’m not satisfied, I’m sure the huntsman could take care of her. I don’t even want to be married. Her kingdom isn’t that large. You’re the one who will become king.”

“Let’s have some fun then.”

Chapter 2: Steve Rogers

Summary:

Summary: Prince Charles and Prince Curtis tell the men what Charles wants them to do. Steve is the first.

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, first time, oral sex (F/M receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, voyeurism (if you squint), implied threesome, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.7k

“Explain to me again exactly what you’re asking,” Steve Rogers one of the designated speakers tell the two princes. “I’m not sure I understand. Do you guys?” he looks amongst the other men that are there to protect you.

Charles offers him a smug smile, “It’s quite simple really. I don’t want to teach my wife how to please me. She’s pure, correct?” the men all nod their head. There’s no way that anyone could have had their way with you, as your father wanted. “Then you men take turns and train her for me.”

“This is…” Steve begins, but is abruptly cut off by Lee Bodecker’s southern drawl.

“Absurd. Unheard of. What are you playing at? She’s betrothed to you.”

“Either do it, or the wedding is off,” Charles is overly full of himself. Slightly irritated that he’s having to even talk the men through this. “You have a month. I expect a full report. And I’ll be able to tell if the little…Dove, you call her?” he looks around the room of men, minus Jake Jensen who is with you at the market, all of them nod. Little Dove because of your purity, well for a while. “Right. Just make sure she’s good and ready to take her husband. Are we clear?”

Steve’s face looks amongst your guards. Jensen will follow whatever everyone else decides. Cautiously all the men nod their head. They would never want to keep you from your marriage. They’re doing this all for you…right?

“Thank you, gentleman. My brother will fetch her when it’s complete,” Charles stands, shaking each of the men’s hands, Curtis following directly behind.

Once the two princes leave Chris Beck looks to each of the men. “We don’t know if she’ll even agree to this. What happens if she doesn’t?”

“She’ll agree to whatever we tell her, because she knows we wouldn’t hurt her,” even though Mike Weiss’s words are sure, his face tells a different story. “Have any of you guys ever thought about it? I know I have. We know Jensen has, he’s told us how he would do it,” random chatter and chuckles fill the room.

“Okay, but we can’t just all pounce on her. There has to be a form of order. Some of you are intense with your preferences. We don’t really need to overwhelm her,” Colin Shea looks mostly at Mike.

“What are you trying to say?” he asks Colin harshly.

“I’m saying you like it rough. She can’t start off like that,” Colin laughs trying to deescalate the situation.

“I don’t want a virgin anyways,” Mike stands to go grab a drink. Stopping only to add, “So who gets her first. Who actually wants to corrupt her?”

The room is silent. Bucky Barnes glances over at Steve and he sees his eyes have gone glossy, pupils dilated. “I vote the Captain,” Bucky knows that he would never admit it himself, but he can tell by the movements of his Adam’s apple that bobs quickly. Not to mention Steve is gentle.

“What happens if she doesn’t agree to this?” Steve asks. He is worried that she will say no. None of them offer to answer. “Let’s just hope for the best then.”

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Pacing around the bedroom you think about how odd a request from your future husband this is. Of course, you want to make him happy, and there could have been worse requests. You have grown quite fond of each of the men. At least they would take care of you. You actually know them. They promised to take it easy on you. The only thing you asked was that the order be a surprise.

The silence in the room is killing you. You sit on the bed, only to stand back up. Smoothing out the sheer white lace nightgown. The material clearly shows the white lace matching bra and panties. You untie and tie the satin bow back. You had hoped that this would be what you wore on your wedding night. With every tick of the clock, you feel your nerves get more aggressive. Everything about this seems wrong, and yet so right. Hoping with every part of your being that whoever is first takes it easy on you.

Back into the bathroom you brush your teeth again. Walking back into the bedroom you take another drink of water. Your back facing the door, your hands shake around because you just need to rid your body of the nerves.

“You okay, Dove?” you hear the low calm voice of the typically bashful Steve, without even needing to turn around. “We don’t have to do this,” and Steve wants this more now than anything. The white thong displaying your pert ass to him.

“We do if I wish to be married,” you finally turn to meet him. He inhales a quick breath as soon as his eyes take in your figure. The nightgown showing off your body perfecly. “If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t have Stevie. You promise, to take things slowly?”

“Of course. It’ll be my pleasure,” his feet carry him closer to you. Feeling much smaller than you ever have before. Realizing for the first time the large stature he possesses. Once he’s standing right in front of you, you lean your head back to look up at him. His hands slowly slide down your arms, grabbing ahold of your hips, he quickly pulls you flush to his chest. Releasing a small yelp, he giggles, smiling down at you, “I need you to calm down, and remember to breathe.”

“O-okay,” your voice stutters. You only thought you were buzzing with nerves before. Now it feels like your whole body is pulsing so hard Steve can feel it. Bringing one arm up to your chin, he lifts you face more to him, leaning forward to softly kiss your lips. His face stays too close to yours, but nothing touches. “Steve?”

“Yes, Little Dove?” with every syllable you feel his lips push up against yours, and you want him closer to you.

“Kiss me again.” Steve’s hand glides around your neck, the hand on your hips pull you even closer to him until every part of your front is touching Steve Rogers. His lips crash into yours. Peppering kisses onto you until he stills, his tongue tickles around your lips, and you open your mouth, granting him access.

Needing to feel even closer to him, you card your fingers through his longer locks. Loving the way, the smooth hair feels running through your digits. Sliding his hands down your body, he cups your nearly bare ass, lifting you up to him. At the feeling of his tented pants, you mewl. “Oh Dove, we’ve barely even got started,” the deepness of his voice makes you choke up, unaware of how with just the sound of a voice could make heat pool in your belly.

His feet walk you over to your bed. Holding tightly to you while he crawls over the mattress, slowly lowering you down, his knees in between your legs, keeping your thighs spread. You’re having too much fun having his lips on yours. Pulling away from your body only to pepper open mouth kisses down your neck. Adding the tiniest bit of suction to your supple skin, causing you to do something he told you not to. You stop breathing. Unable to think properly with how heated your body feels.

“Dovey, I can’t have you passing out on me,” Steve’s fingers untie your top, pulling it aside to get a full view of your breasts. Cupping and fondling them until his mouth sucks on each nipple. His tongue circling around until they’re hard and pebbled. His eyes roll up to look at you, but his lips still trail down your body, and you’re overwhelmed by every touch.

He stands up from the bed fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Your eyes can’t decide where it wants to look at, constantly changing locations on Steve’s buff body. Discarding the shirt before unbuttoning his pants, smirking at you nearly drooling over him. Watching intently when he removes his boxers, his cock finally on full display and you gasp. “It’s okay, Dovey, you can handle it.” With the size of him, you’re not sure. Your body trembles as he approaches the bed.

“H-hold on,” you tell him breathless. Steve stops his movement. Adjusting himself to hover over your body. Resting himself on his forearms his face is right at yours.

“You, okay?”

“I can’t breathe,” you move your head to the side, trying to slow your breathing. “Is everyone here?” suddenly the thought of everyone hearing and listening makes you nauseous.

“Just Bucky. He’s downstairs though,” Steve still lingers over you. His blue green eyes soft as he watches your face. “Little Dove, we can stop.”

“No, I’m okay,” Steve continues to kiss along your body, lowering his body to the bottom of the bed. His body still in between your spread legs, spreading them more to have his broad shoulder in between. Embarrassed you try to tighten your legs together. “Uh uh, Dove. I’ve got to get you ready to take me.”

“Wait, what?” you innocently ask. Your head raising up to peer down at the smiling Steve.

“I can’t just enter you. I’ve got to relax you and stretch you out,” his fingers smooth up and down your legs, humming at your covered mound. His eyes glance to look between you and the wet stained satin. Lowering his face his lips kiss along the silky material, and you try to think of anything but your ragged breathing.

Sliding his thick fingers up your hips, he hooks them around the elastic. He plays with the straps before ripping it off your body. With a big gulp, you watch him smile at your uncovered and weeping cunt. Driving you even more crazy when he kisses along your thighs, leaving you spread pointing towards the bedroom door. Bringing his lips closer to your spread lips. His eyes watch your pussy clench on nothing, pulsing with anticipation. A slow-moving tongue glides up your slit, and you grasp tightly to Steve’s bulging biceps. He chuckles a bit, and readjusts your knees to hook on his shoulders.

“Just breathe, Dove,” is the last thing you hear until his lips kiss on your swollen bundle of nerves. Feelings you have never encountered envelop your body. Tingles run through your veins with every kiss he plants on there. Holding his mouth on your clit, he gives a gentle suck. Your back arches off the bed and you moan wantonly.

Steve removes his mouth from you, bringing his hand up to your tight hole, he enters one finger. His mouth slack with the way your walls squeeze his one little finger. “You’re so tight for me Dovey,” his finger continues pumping into you. Once your body relaxes again, he adds another finger. Feeling your own fingers dig into his skin, whimpering at the intense stretch. The sounds you make cause his cock to twitch. Watching your face contort with every move he makes inside of you.

Listening to the squelching sounds of his fingers pumping into you, he changes to scissoring inside of you, stretching your walls. Leaning back down to work his tongue on your clit your body writhes around. The build up nearly too much. Panting out, “St-st-steve,” over and over again, until the dam breaks free and a high you had never experienced rushes through your body.

Steve removes his fingers and laps up your juices, “You ready princess?” he asks. Your body is barely functioning, but you nod slowly with half lidded eyes. Pulling himself up your body, he places his thick cock up your folds. Running himself through your slick, and even this feels amazing.

“I don’t think…this isn’t how you do it,” you slightly giggle.

“I know. Just relax. I want to make you feel good,” he continues his motions. Leaning back up to look at you, “Wanna taste?”

“What?” you choke out. Eyes owlish, and nearly blacked over with how dilated your pupils are.

“You would look so pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth,” nodding at him, he crawls up your body. Thick muscular thighs on either side of your head, and you tilt up slightly to kitten lick his tip. Tasting your tangy arousal, and his precum. “Open up, Dove.”

Opening your mouth, you let him ease his cock in. Staring up at him, his body stiffens. “Oh fuck. You can’t look at me with those innocent doe eyes like that. I’m going to cum in your mouth. It’s my job to stretch you out.” He can’t handle anymore. Your tongue barely able to wet his dick.

Moving his body back in between your legs, he rubs his tip along your little bundle of nerves before slapping his cock against you. The quick jolts of your body has him even more excited. “I’m gonna go slow, okay?” you nod, holding tightly onto his biceps. Sliding his tip through your walls, you freeze, body stiff, as tears sting your eyes. “Relax,” his voice grunts out. You try, you really do, but your body is just tense. Feeling every centimeter of his cock while it slowly slides in.

The tears escape your eyes with the pain of his girth stretching you out. “I’m sorry, Dovey. You can take it though. I’m only halfway.”

“Steve,” you whimper. “I’m okay,” with your reassurance, he sinks into you faster until he bottoms out. Holding his position, he kisses away your tears. “Such a good girl for me. You’re doing so well princess.”

“I’m glad it was you.” You and Steve have always been close. He was always so calm, and ready to uplift you if you were feeling down. “Okay, you can…” unable to finish your sentence, because Steve removes himself completely, before sinking back in. Hurting more this time than the first.

Wanting to distract you as he slowly pumps into your tight cunt, his lips kiss along yours. Even though your eyebrows are furrowed you return the kiss, needing the diversion, and Steve’s kisses are delicious. His soft pouty lips innocently peck against yours. Innocent despite the intimacy of his body inside of yours.

Soon the pain turns more into a pleasure. Your mind engulfed in everything that Steve is doing to your body. “You stretch around me perfectly,” your fingernails grip tightly into Steve’s back, creating crescent shapes in his skin, holding on tighter when he speeds up. “Need you to cum on my cock. I feel you getting close. Go on princess. Need it.”

His fingers wind down your body, quickly squeezing your nipple before coasting down to your swollen clit. Creating small circles on your pearl that match his thrusts. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down closer to you. Breathing onto one another until you whine in ecstasy, squeezing him so tightly he cums as well. Spurting deep into your velvety walls, and you nearly orgasm again as he fills you up.

Leaning up to look down at your sweat laden face, Steve smiles at your first-time glow. No matter what happens between the two of you, no one can take this away from you and him. He will always be your first. Your eyes heavy, you start to drift into a beautiful peaceful sleep. Bucky stands, neither one of you realizing when he had even entered, “You see fireworks, Dove?”

“Uh huh,” you answer, eyes still closed.

“Want me to wash you up?” you finally open your eyes looking at him. “No sex. Just want you to feel special. Afterwards we can all cuddle, okay?”

“Okay, Buck,” Steve removes his body from you. Watching intently as his cum and your blood fall out. With a quick hum at what he’s seeing you tilt up. Heat flushes your cheeks with embarrassment. Tears prickle your eyes.

“Dovey that’s normal. My cock stretched that tight little cunt of yours out. Don’t cry,” his fingers wipe away your tears.

“You promise?” you shakily ask him. Gasping for breath.

“Promise. Let Bucky take care of you, and I’ll clean up in here.”

His body fully pulls off of you, collapsing on the bed, panting up at the ceiling. His hand rests low on his stomach. You figured eventually there would be a team effort between these two. There wasn’t much they didn’t do together. Bucky lifts you up bridal style, and you feel more of Steve’s and yours cum drip out of you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I knew it would happen,” he nuzzles his stubbled face onto your heated skin. Walking into the bathroom where he had drawn a bath for you. He lowers you down slowly, and you hiss at the warmth touching your sensitive pussy. Relaxing only when your body adjusts to the intrusion. Bucky shushes you, rubbing a washcloth gently on your sticky skin. His cybernetic arm rubs across your face, the cool metal cooling you. “Our sweet girl. You’ve done so well. No one will touch you for a couple of days, okay?”

“Okay, Bucky. Thank you.”

Chapter 3: Colin Shea

Summary:

Summary: It’s Colin’s turn.

Pairings: Colin Shea X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, shower sex, cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4k

Barely awake you move your hands to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Snuggled close to you still, three days later, is Steve and Bucky. Neither of the two have left your side. Hell, they hardly let you do anything for yourself. They carry you everywhere, you’ve almost forgotten how to use your feet. Fix your food for you, draw your bath and sit in the bathroom with you. Bucky is the one who is the biggest culprit, and even though it shouldn’t, your heart swells every time he says, “Little Dove, you okay?” with the utmost sincerity in his voice and eyes.

Even before you could tell that Bucky Barnes was touch starved, but being professional he refused to act on his need to touch your soft skin. You pet along his face, knowing that today is the day. You’ve noticed the quiet mumbles of the other men in your home telling Bucky and Steve to back off. Sensing you’re awake Bucky’s piercing blue eyes look at you, “Dovey, you, okay?”

“’M okay. Do we have to get out of the bed?”

He sits up, grunting with his morning stretch, “Yes, today’s the day for another in your lessons.”

Steve’s body shuffles around, pulling you closer into him, “Yeah but there’s no reason you have to leave,” his eyes glance down your body, and you swear he nearly pouts. “What?”

“It’s not me that’s going to be in your bed, Dove,” and then it all makes sense. Why the others have told the soldiers that they needed to back off. Bucky Barnes is not the one you’ll be having sex with. It’s overwhelming having had sex with Steve. You’ve cared for each of these men, and they have specific details in protecting you, but after having sex with Steve and having Bucky take such gentle care with your body, you’ve grown…fonder.

“Oh, I just assumed…”

Steve’s gritty morning voice rumbles deep inside of you. Feeling yourself heat up with having these two men so close to you, no doubt that they care about you as well. “We thoroughly thought this through. There’s a method to our order. It’s only to protect you.”

“Are you saying with each person it’s going to be more…intense?” both men nod their head at you. “I see. Should I be concerned, Buck?”

Bucky and Steve both laugh at you. “Not concerned. I may want to see you fall apart, but I always will be there to put you back together as well.”

You have no words to say. You figured each one wouldn’t be as gentle and sweet as Steve. Growing more comfortable with these two soldiers, now you’re scared again. Not that you don’t enjoy the other men, but you’ve been vulnerable with these two. Bucky’s arm hooks under your legs, picking you up bridal style, “Let’s get you some breakfast. We’ll all be out later.”

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Wear something comfortable you were told. Something comfortable? That’s not very descriptive. Your fingers glide across the many gifts that were intended for Charles, guess you’ll need to be getting more. So many colors, styles, and materials. “The black lace one is my favorite,” Colin’s voice rumbles behind you. Startled you turn to look at him. “Sorry, I’m early. Everyone left, but I’m just…this isn’t something that’s normal. I’m just a bit nervous because it’s you, Little Dove.”

“Me, too,” you giggle over at him.

The happy Colin smiles, reaching his hand over to grab the black lace babydoll. “Only if you want to though.”

Offering him a coquettish smile push him out of the closet before closing the door to change. It’s silly to not let him see you, but it also seems odd. He didn’t protest so you know he’s ok with it. Undressing you pull the babydoll over your body. A chill runs up your spine. “Little Dove?” you know you hear Colin’s own nervousness in him. Out of everyone Colin seems to be the biggest ladies’ man, but there is a sweetness to him as well. When you asked him about the number of girls, he brought home the answer was always, never found the right one Dovey.

“Yeah?” you finally answer, opening the door to view him standing right in front of you. Both yours and Colin’s eyes look the other over. Colin having undone his shirt and removing his pants, leaving him with just his boxer briefs, giving you a clear view of his toned body.

“You’re okay with this right?” walking closer to you, his hand skims down your bare arms, leaving chill bumps in their wake, drifting back up to play with the strap of your sleeper. Finally, his eyes roll up to meet yours. You give him a quick nod, already feeling heat pool the barely there panties you’re wearing. “Dovey, you need to answer with your words, okay?”

“Okay,” you squeak out.

“Not good enough,” his body walks over to the bed sitting down, and you actually pout at him. Pretending to absentmindedly create circles on the ivory duvet, his fingers are much more enticing than they should be. Walking ever closer to your bed, he holds up his finger, wagging it, “Uh uh. You don’t get this until I’m satisfied with you saying you’re okay with this.”

“’M okay, Colin. If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t have agreed to it,” finally, his finger wags towards you to join him on the bed. Crawling on your knees closer to him, his strong arms stop you. With a quick frown he leans forward, soft petal pink lips peck along yours. He peppers your lips with the sweetest kisses, still keeping your body further from his, regardless of how hard you try to get closer.

“You’re just trying to jump me, aren’t you?”

“Well, isn’t that what we’re doing?”

Colin sighs deeply, thinking about exactly how he ended up in your bed. “Can we just, explore each other’s body first?”

Your lips turn up in a smile, pulling yourself closer to him, “Then you’re going to have to touch me, Col,” you crawl further to him, straddling his legs, he doesn’t object, just pulls you closer. His hands firmly on your hips, fingers that tighten on your supple skin. Soon the kiss turns feverish, his tongue dominating your mouth, your voice preens when you feel his cock barely grazing your covered mound.

“Holy shit,” Colin chokes out with the sound. “Dove, I want to see you,” his voice so much more ragged than before. He slides you off him, his fingers hooking into the thing lace panties, slowly pulling them down, eyes flicking between your face and your now uncovered core. “Dovey…” his voice trails off.

“Colin, can I see you?” you squeak out. Needing to know exactly what you’re getting into. Not wanting you to close your legs, he slides down his briefs. “Oh…” your voice extra breathy, Colin chuckles while your face never leaves his length, already wanting him inside of you. Wiggling to crawl on top of him.

“No, not yet,” slowly his mouth opens, looking at your spread cunt. “Touch yourself.”

“What?” you whisper, looking at him. He notices the confusion written all over your face. The more his eyes linger on you, the more you realize just how innocent you actually are. Steve took things extremely easy on you.

“Have you never done that?” shaking your head no quickly, his head tilts at you, “What a shame, such a pretty pussy. Can I show you?”

“Please.”

His body scoots closer to you on the bed, slowly his fingers move to your glistening folds. Shyly touching you, your body tensing up. “Relax.” That word again. “You just roam around. Do what…feels good. That’s what sex is. If it feels good…” a soft mewl escapes your mouth, and you watch his cock twitch at how responsive you are to his body. “Keep doing it. This feel good Dove?”

“Yes,” your voice pants out, breathing already becoming ragged.

“You can even put a finger…” his finger slowly sliding in your drenched channel, his mouth slack as he watches your cunt suck him in, “in. Your turn,” pulling himself out of you, he pulls your hand down. You had never touched yourself, but you move your fingers around the way that Colin did, but it just doesn’t feel the same. Sulking because he felt better. “Don’t be afraid to try different pressures and tempos.”

When you look up at him, with his fist tightly around his cock, pumping his length, “Match my movements. Imagine it’s me.”

You listen to his words, adding more pressure, and it does the trick. Needing to explore your walls, you slide your fingers down, entering one in your tight slick hole. Colin moans watching you, and you now have your heart set on putting a show on for him. Moving your body along with your fingers, pulling out to spread your cunt even wider for him, moving back to your bundle of nerves, and it does feel good. It’s even better watching Colin react to your movements. Speeding up your motions as you race for that sweet release, and when you feel yourself gush at your release, surprised at the reaction, and also wanting to close your legs in shame Colin’s hands grab ahold of your legs holding them apart.

Leaning forward he licks up your cum, moaning at the taste of you. “Come on,” his hand wraps around you, pulling him with you.

“Where are we going?”

“Shower. I’ve always fantasized about having you in that big shower,” your movement stops, and he turns to look at you. “What is it Dovey?”

“You’ve thought about having sex with me?” you smile at him. You never imagined that any of these men would have envisioned taking a promised woman.

“Well, yeah. You’re beautiful, kind, sweet. You have so many things that I love about you.”

“Colin…” your speechless. Looking at his sweet barely scruffy face.

“No, we can’t do the soft fluffy stuff right now. I’m about to have sex with you, in your shower, to get that pretty pussy ready for your fiancé Charles. Don’t get attached. To any of us,” as excited as you were now a sadness creeps over you. Colin leads you in the bathroom, turning on the water to get the perfect temperature before turning back to look at you. “Dovey, I’m sorry.” His arm wrap around you, holding your body close to his. Trying to reassure you that all of this isn’t about love or feelings, it’s about following Charles’s orders for his future wife.

“No, you’re right. It shouldn’t be this way.”

“I’ll still make you feel good, and I’m going to enjoy taking care of you. I was very jealous of Steve and Bucky these past few days,” eventually you give him a soft smile. His hands pull off his shirt, coming over to you he removes the black lace. Wandering hands move to your dripping and sticky cunt. “Still ready for me princess,” softness returns to his voice and you follow him in the shower.

Upon entering the warm water, he pulls your body into his, with a quick thud to his solid body, you look up at him. Tenderly your lips connect, kissing the way you have wanted him to, with so much need. When his toned thigh goes in between your legs you begin grinding on him. He slides you off only to enter two fingers inside of you. Scissoring them in a way that Steve told you was stretching you. “Cum on my fingers, Dovey.” When his thumb massages your clit, it doesn’t take long for you to come undone on his fingers. “You look so pretty when you do that.”

With a spin of your body, he presses you up against the glass. Whimpering at the stark contrast between the chilled glass and warm water. Spreading your legs his cock rubs along your slick. “Let me know if I hurt you,” excitedly you nod your head.

You whine when the bulbous head of his cock slides through, “You can take it, Dovey.” You see his eyes flick over to the mirror, watching you as you smile with every inch that slides in your velvety walls. When he’s fully sheathed, he spreads your cheeks, staring at where you two are connected. “Shit, Dovey. You’re stretch so well around me. Wish you could see the way you take me.”

“Colin…” you moan. Never offering anything else.

When his hands grip tightly to your waist, he leans forward, whispering in your ear, “You can take it princess, but stop me if you need me to,” his lips attaching to your neck, he ruts into you. Hitching his hips forward while his skin slaps against yours. Pushing your face and tits more into the shower. Your hands slide around the steaming up glass, eyes flicking to the mirror as you watch Colin’s face watching himself entering in your tight cunt.

Trying to feel and understand your body, you focus on feeling everything that he’s doing to you. Everything is just…scumptious…even the way his face never leaves his cock pushing into your stretched cunt. How the vision of him entering you is a turn on. “Gotta see you when you cum on my cock,” his voice whispers, pulling himself out of you. Hearing you whine with the feeling of being empty from him he smiles, “Missing my cock already?”

When his body picks you up and slams you against the shower wall, “Oh, shit,” your voice hums.

“Bet you wouldn’t say that to your subjects, princess.”

“Just fuck me.”

“Shit,” he finally buries his cock into you. Slamming into you, your body sliding up on the shower wall. Squeaking as his thrusts push your body up. “Touch yourself,” he pants. Sliding your hand down your body you come into contact with your little nub that Colin enlightened you about. “That pretty pussy is clenching so well, sweetheart. You’ve ruined me for other pussies, Dovey.”

His thrusts become sloppy, and your belly heats up, throwing your head back on the wall, Colin jerks it back, “Want to see you. Keep your eyes on me when you cum. Need to see those pretty eyes when I destroy you.” Overcome with his movements inside of you, you come undone. Grasping tightly to his biceps, with a final pump into you, you feel the warm ropes of his cum paint your walls. “Didn’t even realize the water is now cold.”

He pulls out of you, and pushes you into the cooler water. Wetting your hair before washing you up. When he notices your body trembling, he turns of the water. “Let’s get you in bed.” Dressing you in one of his hoodies and sweat pants before carrying you to the bed, tucking you under the covers, and then wrapping his arms around you. “You’re okay, right, Dovey?” his hands rub gently across your forehead. Using his body heat to warm you back up.

“Yes Colin. I’m okay.”

“No matter what, we’re all gonna take care of you,” with a quick kiss to your forehead, you snuggle in closer to him. Drifting off into sinful beautiful dreams.

Chapter 4: Chris Beck

Summary:

Summary: It’s time for the good Doctor Chris Beck

Pairings: Chris Beck X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, breeding kink, boob worship, lactation kink, boob job, biting, cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.8k

Colin watches you quietly while you sleep. Like Steve and Bucky, he’s stayed with you, while you “recover”. All men decided that if they wanted to stay, they could. However, no additional practices. They had a job to do, and in order to keep as much emotions out, NO ONE could get attached, most especially you.

Colin can’t deny how beautiful and peaceful you look, long lashes that spread out against your skin. Leaning forward he places gentle butterfly kisses against your skin causing the slightest stir from you. Blinking up at him with the most serene smile, “Morning, Col.”

“You look beautiful in the morning, Dovey.”

“Stop. I guess, today’s the…” your voice trails off when Colin’s smile fades. There’s nothing he wants more than for this to not be how you and him had sex. None of them should be enjoying this, and yet, he did. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re right,” he sits up stretching, and notices a gift in front of your door, “Looks like someone took the guessing game out of what you’ll wear tonight. You should shower,” not able to hide his true feelings he goes to get out of the bed. Pulling on his jeans and a t-shirt. “I’m sorry, Dovey, I can’t do this,” gravely he walks out without another word.

Trying to withhold the tears, but you understand why he felt the need to leave. You walk into the bathroom and allow yourself a moment. Letting the shower wash away any remnants of tears that you shed when Colin Shea walked out of your bedroom.

After the shower, feeling a tiny bit refreshed you look into the bag, only a single simple white sundress is in the bag, along with a card, of hard to read chicken scratch. I look forward to our evening, Dove. Signed the good doctor Chris Beck. A bit of your anxiety is lifted because you know who it is, and Chris is nearly too sweet and kind, so you know at the very least it’ll be a romantic evening. And as excited as you are for that, you don’t want to be. You can’t get attached.

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You noticed how all the other men left the house, so you go to your room, pulling the sundress over your body. Growing with your own confidence you decide to teasingly only wear the dress, no undergarments. Your fingers straighten out the soft cotton of the dress, and you almost laugh at the pure white color of it. Before this started you would you have thought this dress represented your purity, now you think it’s just a cute dress.

Chris’ sweet face leans passed your door, “Wanna join me in my office? I still have a few things to finish.”

“Okay,” he grabs your hand and walks you down the hallway to his office. After releasing your hand, he sits at his desk chair. Your eyes roam around his office, never having been in here. Of course, it’s ridiculously clean and organized. His accolades seem to be the only form of wall décor in here, and you smile in spite of yourself.

When you turn to look at him, you see his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, nearly immediately your pupils dilate, and you’re in a lustful haze. Wanting the sweet Chris Beck to destroy you. “Why don’t you keep me warm, while I finish up, Dove?” his eyes look up over your body. His own eyes feeling with lust the closer you get.

At the feeling of Beck’s hand sliding up your thighs, going under the flowy cotton, you gasp, “You okay, Dove?” Beck smirks up at you.

“Yes, just…” you pause, not knowing if what you’re wanting to say is appropriate.

“Excited?”

“Uh huh,” you hum.

His hands glide further up your thigh, and when his nimble fingers touch along your hip, not feeling any panties, he softly chuckles, “I see the other two have made you more comfortable,” he slowly lifts up your dress, “This okay?” and you nod, already becoming unable to speak.

When he finally gets a full view of your glossy folds, he bites his lip. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes, I’m here for you.”

“No, Dove, I’m here for you,” his fingers finally come in contact with your puffy lips, using his digits to spread around you slick. He hums with the arousal that leaks down your thighs, and when his fingers toy at your entrance, he’s had enough of the teasing. Needing to be buried deeply in your warmth. Attaching his hands to your hips he jerks you closer to him. “The sooner I get this work finished, the sooner I can make…prepare your body.”

You notice the change in Beck’s voice when he states, he’s to prepare your body, but there’s nothing the either of you can do. Only listen to Charles’ request. Lifting your body up and lowering you onto his length. With each inch on his beautiful cock, you whimper. “Oh, Dove. So warm. Now, be a good a girl while I work.”

Quietly he scoots his chair up to the computer, and you wrap your arms around his neck. Struggling to just sit there. Every part of your body is screaming to create friction. Beck allows you a few times to wiggle before calling you out, “I said to be a good girl. Sit still.”

With your face looking away from him, he doesn’t see you pout. Trying to distract yourself by listening to the steady clicking of his keyboard, but when his hand “innocently” brushes down your back, gripping your ass and pushing himself deeper in your, you about lose it. Whining at his touches. “Like a bitch in heat, aren’t you? Does my cock make you that whiney?”

“Y-y-yes,” you hiccup out. Feeling the throb coming from both yourself and Beck. How can he be so nonchalant about all of this?

“Lucky for you, my work is finished, but I’m not going to fuck you just yet,” he pushes you further back, to fully look at you sitting on his cock. Beck’s fingers gently begin sliding the thin straps off your shoulders.

“Why?” your eyes begin to tear up. It’s all becoming too much, now that you know what Beck is working with.

“Because, I’m going to work these perfect tits of yours,” your heavy-lidded eyes look at him nearly confused. Not that the other two haven’t fondled you, but to choose your breasts over your cunt? “They deserved to be worshipped just as much as your pretty pussy.”

Once he finally frees your boobs from the sundress, his cerulean blue orbs gaze longingly over them. Slowly he rubs along the swells of your breasts. Flicking the hardening peaks, until they’re pebbled. When he’s finished fondling them with his hands, his pouty petal pink lips attach to one. Tongue flicking on the hard nub, and even giving a quick nibble. Your back arches, and brings the spheres of your tits closer to Beck. Wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly, he sucks on your bud more harshly.

Leaning back, and nearly drunk off your tits, he smiles, “It’s a shame that you’re not swollen with my child. If you were mine, I would keep you pregnant. These tits were made for milk. I can see it now, Dove.”

“Chris, please,” whining again at his refusal to fuck into you. The tears that have been prickling your eyes now fall down your face. Your cunt pulsing around Beck’s own throbbing cock. And when Chris kisses away your tears, you feel your walls flutter around him.

“Not yet, Dove. Need to feel my cock in between those tits,” he taps on your legs and your tremble when you try to get off. “On your knees,” like a good girl you listen. Walking on your knees you go closer to his body. Spreading his thighs he places his cock, drenched in your arousal, in between the crevice of your boobs. “Rub my cock with your tits.”

Squeezing your plump tits together, you let the soft supple skin rub his cock. Your own slick working as his lubrication. Staring up at Beck, you can’t help but to become more aroused with the faces and sounds that Beck make. Fully engrossed in the way you feel around him. “Enough,” his voice huffs out. “Can’t cum on these tits. Although, I know my sperm would look so pretty dripping down your body.”

His hands pull you up to your feet, stopping only to attach his mouth back to your breasts, sloppily sucking on them before laying you out on his desk. Lifting and spreading your legs, he watches your cunt clench with anticipation. “You are so beautiful, Dove. Never thought I would get to see you sprawled out for me.”

“Chris,” you whimper.

“Is that all you know how to say? I made you that cockdrunk? You want me to fuck you, pretty baby?”

“Please.”

Grabbing ahold of his member, he places it at your entrance. This time he doesn’t slowly enter. He harshly pushes into you. Quickly pulling himself fully out, before slamming back in. This motion happens a few more time, before he doesn’t fully leave. Just pumps into you like his life depended on it. His hand rubbing along your stomach. “Wish you belonged to me. Want to see you swollen and full of me.”

Everything out of Beck’s mouth is so sinful, and yet so alluring. Nearly envisioning a life with Beck, or any of the men in your life. The thoughts are just as shameful as being asked to have sex with seven men, to prep you for your husband. Everything is just too much. Especially the way the way that Beck works your body, leaning forward to suckle on your tit again.

Wrapping his fingers around the sundress that lay bunched up across your stomach. Using the cotton to pull your body to him. His hips pounding into you, and feeling his balls slap your ass. “Feel you fluttering on me. Go on Dove, let go. I’m getting close myself. Gonna shoot my load so deep it won’t even leak out.”

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, and you grasp tightly to his soft chestnut curls, holding his mouth on your breasts. Feeling the high of your orgasm rush through your body. Beck fucks you through your release, continuing to fuck you until his hot cum feels your womb. Everything about Beck is just so warm. Before leaning back, he gives each of your tits a quick bite.

He smiles at your blissed out face. “I could get used to this,” his voice sad. “Let’s get you in bed sweet girl.”

“Can I warm your cock again?” you ask innocently. Figuring that it would make for a good night’s rest.

“No, Dove. I’ll hold you tonight, but you can’t have my cock again,” this is such a sick game that you guys are playing. This part of your body should have been for your betrothed. Emotions are getting involved, and you hate that you can’t keep them. “Come on. I hate seeing you like this.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just a lot.”

“And we’ll walk you through it each time. Promise. None of us want to hurt you.”

Chapter 5: Jake Jensen

Summary:

Summary: Jake Jensen’s turn, and he preps princess for the next man

Pairings: Jake Jensen X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, cat girl kink, cat tail buttplug, fingering, thigh riding, voyeurism, praise kink? PIV sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, toy play, overstimulation, squirting, cum play, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.6

“No, I don’t care what it looks like,” Bucky whispers to Jake Jensen.

“I mean, I may have a specific need, and…” Jensen begins.

“Look, I don’t care what it looks like. There was a reason you are before me. Stop asking me these questions,” Bucky huffs as he starts to walk away, spinning back around to add. “Your job in the line of all of us, is to prep her for me and…”

“That’s another thing, why does Steve get another go? All of us just get the one time.”

Bucky rubs along his brows. “Jensen, we’ve talked about this. If you’re willing to share with someone then you can have another time with Dove.”

Jensen looks amongst the men sitting at the table, all but Beck who’s still tucked away with you. “So, is it because it’s me, or is no one into sharing?”

“I’m gonna go with both,” Lee adds with a chuckle.

“Oh, come on. I’m not that bad,” he takes off his glasses, cleaning of the smudges.

“You’re dressing her up as a cat,” Mike deadpans, leaning back in his chair. All the men groan.

“Listen, I didn’t ask what your kinks were. Why should it matter what mine are? Everyone gets a chance. And have you seen cat girls? Well, what are your kinks big guy?” Jensen hits his hand on Mike’s back. “I mean, you’re last. What’s so dark about you?”

“Two words. Safe word. I’m last because I like things…. morning Princess. How are you feeling today?” Mike’s voice changes the moment you walk through the door, causing Jensen to choke on his apple juice. Mike turns his head scowling at Jensen, before looking back at you with a smile.

“Morning, Mike, men. It was a lovely evening,” Beck comes up behind you, kissing the back of your neck, before his hand slides along your waist, as he walks past you with a smile.

“The good doctor always had a steady hand,” Colin adds, causing the room to erupt with laughter.

“You men, are ridiculous,” you roll your eyes, but still continue to laugh. The familiarity is the only thing keeping you sane, because this isn’t normal, and at the same time you feel more cared for by them than before.

“Dovey?” Jake asks. “I…um, well I kinda…”

“Oh, for fucks sake, Jensen, spit it out,” Lee says pounding his hand on the table.

“I got you a gift. To wear. For the day,” the cadence of his sentences are awkward. “You want to come to your room with me, and I can put it in… I mean on, well…come up to your room with me.”

You follow Jensen curious as to what he’s going on about. He stops at his room, grabbing up a bag, before placing a trembling hand on the small of your back, guiding you to your room. “You don’t have to be nervous JJ.”

“I just…don’t get mad at me. We all have our things, okay?” you nod opening the door for him to step inside, but he pushes you forward slightly, and closes the door.

“So, what’s my gift?” handing over the bag you open it. Noticing first a pair of black cat ears, underneath a dress. “These are cute,” but when you pull them out there’s still more; a black lingerie set, and, “What’s this?”

“Your tail.”

“How do I attach it with this?” Jensen chuckles at your innocence. Walking closer to your body, he rests his hands on your hips.

“You don’t attach it to anything, you put it somewhere.”

“But tails go…oh, so you’re into this?”

“I mean, never tried it, but cat girls are a big thing, and it’s hot, and you’re beautiful, and it’s not something I’ve ever tried, and I would like to try it with you,” his words spill out of his mouth so quickly it’s hard for him to catch a breath.

You peer up at him with doe eyes, “Will you help me? I’ve never…”

Jake’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down. He’s nervous, no one, especially Jake, ever thought that this moment would happen. Living out a fantasy of his, with his fantasy girl, you. He’s let it be known that he would love to be the one marrying you, but alas he is not of royal blood. “Of course. You want to put the uhm, well, the lingerie on?”

You grab the lingerie walking into your bathroom. It seems silly honestly, he’s about to put a butt plug in your tight virgin hole, and you’re embarrassed to get changed in front of him. Placing the bra, that hardly covers your nipples on, one wrong move and your tits pop out, you pull out the panties. Confused as to how to put the mostly strings on. You poke your head out the bathroom, and see a leaning over Jake talking to his crotch, “Now behave, until it’s time.”

“JJ?” he looks up at you. “Um, these panties, they’re mostly just strings. Are you sure this is even panties?”

“Yep.”

“Well, then, can you help me?”

“Sure. Yeah. Of course. I can do this,” it’s nearly like he’s hyping himself up and when he walks in and you’re standing there in nothing but a bra, your nipples slightly poking out, he about loses it. “Lean back on the sink, and hand me an um, a leg. Squatting down so you can bring up your foot. Jake struggles to stay calm. His hands only slightly touch your legs, sending chills over your body, and warmth right to your core, seeing him bowed down before you. “Other one.”

Listening you allow him to slide the panties up, his lips connecting to your skin ever so often, until they’re pulled up to your hips. “You’re gonna have a tail, so I uh, there’s no butt.”

“I can see that, feel it, too.”

Jake hits his breaking point. His hand connects to your covered pussy, and you gasp. “You’re already so wet for me, Dovey. Fuck, you’re responsive.”

His fingers slowly rub up and down the lace. Causing your eyes to roll back, “That’s good right?”

“Yeah, means your body is ready to take me, but not yet.”

“What?” you ask breathlessly.

“You’ve got to wear your tail awhile.”

“You’re a tease Jake Jensen.”

He shrugs pulling you out of the bathroom. “Uh, on the bed, and present…”

“What?”

“On your knees, and lean over,” he watches as you do what he told you. Looking at your dripping cunt, and your tight muscle perfectly visible to him. He pushes down on your shoulders slightly, spreading your thighs even more, “That’s a good girl. Let me know if this is too much, okay?”

Being so exposed to him, it’s even hard to just choke out an okay. Hearing him call you a good girl, praising you for how well behaved you are, makes the heat bloom in your stomach even more. Jake is lost in actually doing anything with the tail, because he’s too mesmerized looking at your cunt clenching in anticipation. “You listen so well, Dovey,” he hums, finally lubing up the plug.

He sees how just this is causing arousal to leak out of you. “Don’t need this to go to waste,” using his fingers he spreads your slick up to your muscled hole, and he feels himself nearly cum with the way you whimper for him. He does everything he can to just hold on a bit longer, and all his rubbing has done nothing, but make you leak arousal more. “You’re about to cum, aren’t you sweet girl?”

“MmmHmm.”

“Let’s get your tail in. It’ll be our dirty little secret.”

Slowly he pushes the plug along your sphincter, “Relax Dovey. Just let me know, and I’ll stop.”

“’M fine,” you whine as he eases more in. Once he’s passed the tight ring of muscle everything feels so much better. His eyes look at your exposed sex, still spread out for him.

“Dovey, I can’t let you walk around all day with all this pent-up energy, come ‘ere. Want you to ride my thigh.”

Crawling over the bed, his hands grip firmly to your hips, and he guides you to straddle his lap. “Oh fuck, princess,” his hands start to move your body to grind on him, and once you relish in the feeling, he allows you to take control, feeling how soaked your making his shorts. “There ya go. You keep doing that, until you make a bigger mess on my leg, okay?”

“Okay.”

Your body takes control as you get off to the muscular thigh of Jake. Your head throws back wanting to scream out his name, but instead you pant out, not wanting to get caught, and you’re right there, when the door flies open. “Thought I heard you, what are you doing?”

“Lee?” you whine. The sound in your voice making his cock twitch.

“Close the fucking door. Putting that in her, got her so worked up, it’s cruel that she couldn’t get off. Let her ride my thigh. I’m not fucking her.”

“Still kinda bendin’ tha rules,” he drawls out.

At this point, you know what can make them crazy, “Please, sheriff. I’m so close. I’ll let you have a taste.”

“Well, okay little darlin’. As long as I get a taste before Jensen. Now go on Dovey, wanna see that pretty face of yours when you come undone,” they’re all putty in your hands. Lee has always been especially easy to change his mind, with that simple word, sheriff.

This time Lee’s hands grip you, coaxing your body to move. Feeling that since Jensen gets to feel your obviously drenched cunt, he’s going to swallow your moans. Slamming his lips into yours, he uses his tongue to gain entrance, you allow him with no hesitation. Allowing him to be dominant with his tongue as you build up your own release, Jake’s eyes trained on the wet spot you’re leaving behind, and your fully exposed nipples. Cupping your breast, he takes one into his mouth, sucking the on the bud, making it harder than before.

Both men feel your body tremble, and you succumb to your high, writhing on Jake and mewling into Lee’s mouth. “Now Dovey, as much as I want to eat that pretty kitty like it’s my last meal, I won’t want to stop. Show me how he put this tail in.”

You give him an evil grin, walking onto the bed, and presenting for both of them. Lee walks closer, lifting the fluffy black tail up to view your swollen lips, your puckered hole twitching. “Wanna have some fun? Lock the door, Jensen. Now little Dove, don’t scream.”

Lee shoves three fingers into your waiting cunt, curving them at the knuckles, and hitting your spot every time. “Don’t cha hold back on me girl. Need ta see what kind of a mess you can make.”

He bites onto his tongue as he watches your cunt pull him back in every time, your fists grab tight onto the covers, and then an overwhelming feeling over takes your body. Sobbing when you lose control, squirting all over the bed, dripping fluid onto Lee’s hand. “Thatta girl,” Pulling out his hand fully he slaps his hand onto your cunt, before sucking his fingers off. Dammit, you’re such a pretty thing. Look at that mess you made, Dovey. Want me to clean it up?”

When you nod you and Jake both watch his tongue slide up the wet spot. “Can’t wait to take you a part again and again. Have you cockdrunk, but for now kitty cat, this’ll be our little secret, okay?”

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Jake dressed you in your dress, too short, and your black tail sticks out. Nearly ashamed to walk around in front of everybody, “Come on Dove, Lee liked it.”

“It’s showing though.”

“That’s the point. If only they could have seen you open up for me.”

No one makes a comment, but you can see them looking you up and down. Knocking things off the table, just to send you bed over to pick it up, hoping to catch a peek, and when you leave Jake laughs at them. “You get it now, huh? Now, I believe it’s time for you to leave. You understand, right?”

“What the fuck? Is she wearing underwear?” Mike asks, he was the one looking the hardest.

“It’s mostly string, but yeah.”

“Okay, ya dopey nerd, I get it. That was hot. You gonna let me borrow that for my turn.”

“No.”

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Jake presses the vibrator up against your swollen clit while you cry at him, “I can’t anymore JJ.”

“Aw, give me one more Dovey. What number are we on?”

“Twelve,” you sob, feeling yet another orgasm build up. “Please.”

“Eh-eh, one more kitten. Remember earlier? I know you got it in you, do that for me one more time. You still need to soak my face.”

Screaming when the high rushes over you before ending with a “Thirteen.”

Jake takes the vibrator off of you, pushing his fingers in your spread pussy, and connects his mouth to your clit. Sucking is vigorously. His fingers pound into you, needing you to squirt once more. Tears stream down your cheeks. About damn near your breaking point. “Don’t tap out on me down,” Jake quickly says before returning to his feast. Your whole body convulses as the final orgasm that’s not on his dick rushes through. You feel the gushing when he removes his fingers, diving in to drink everything up. “So good for me,” he purrs. “Now, you’re going to nut on my cock, sweetheart.”

His arms push your thighs further apart, watching every inch of his aching cock enter you. Still not slowing down, he ruts into you. With the way he’s overstimulated you again and again it doesn’t take much to send you over the edge, “That’s it? Oh Dovey. You tired? Want you to ride me, so I can play with that pretty tail.”

Your body on autopilot, pushes on his chest, dramatically he flips over, arms sprawled out, as you crawl over top him. “Nice and slow, wanna see me stretch that tight cunt out.”

You sink onto his length as slow as your body can handle. His hand slides around your ass, and he roams around giving the plug a little tap, and you nearly lose control them. “You really are a dirty little secret. How responsive you are,” he gives you yet another tap. “You’re gonna ride me, until you milk my cock.”

Grounding yourself by placing your hands on his chest you begin to move, now you also needs one more, and need him to fill you up. “So good, Dovey. So so good.”

Moaning and breathing hard with every move you make, “Please, JJ, need you to cum,” your voice begs. “Wanna feel you here,” tapping on your belly, he grabs your waist, halting your movements, you nearly cry, until he begins jack hammering into you. With your cunt overly sensitive with the number of times you cum, you don’t feel him twitching.

“Going. To. Cum,” his voice growls. “Cum,” and you let go, head rolling back on your shoulder when you feel his warmth. He lifts your body up a bit, to see his spend leaking out of you. Gathering some up with his hands, he shoves his fingers in your mouth. “Taste us,” you moan at the taste of both of your arousal, and then he gathers his own to taste. “Fuck. Your cunt was made for me wasn’t it.”

“Yesyesyesyesyes,” you chant, almost ready to cum again when he plays with your clit, rubbing his cum all around you. You both know this is wishful thinking, both know it won’t happen, but damn, it’s a nice thought.

Chapter 6: Bucky Barnes

Summary:

Summary: Bucky and that metal arm make you weak

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader X Steve Rogers

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, butt plug, metal arm kink, ab riding, metal arm riding, metal fingering, PIV sex, unprotected sex, cuckolding, bondage, teasing, degradation kink, knife kink, squirting, overstimulation, anal, spanking, spit roasting, double penetration, dumbification, hair pulling, choking, cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3k

Bucky Barnes would never consider himself a good man. After he became a POW and his body was used as a testing device, his body was tired a lot. Even though he was perpetually sleepy he took his job at guarding you seriously. He was almost overly protective, while you and Steve had a great bond, Bucky wasn’t that far behind. Not speaking much, you had still grown fond of the quiet brute, and you would love when he randomly would let out a giggle. Saving those little chuckles for when it was just you, him, and Steve.

Steve could carry on all kinds of conversations with you, and Bucky would only offer a few words, but mostly hums and mumbles. It was adorable, and you never felt safer than when he was around. Skilled and deadly, and that’s even without a weapon. You couldn’t deny the questions you had about that metal arm, or even the fact that you weren’t scared of it. You had dreamed about the cool metal raking up your skin. You just knew that if you ever mentioned it to Bucky, he would look away from you shyly. But now you’re granted the opportunity to see exactly what that metal does, and Bucky is terrified.

He paces his room, looking at the diamond plug he had got you. He worries that it may be too big, you may not enjoy it. You may even be scared that Steve will not only watch, as the two of you teased him, but he would partake. Jake didn’t offer any information on what he had used, other than there was one. He saw the tail just barely sticking out from under your dress, and he almost became feral, primal even. Seeing you like that did something to him.

But he also can’t deny that his metal arm on your body scares him. You’ve never mentioned how you felt about it, he usually keeps it covered, but he thought he had caught you glancing at it, and not in disgust. An almost hungry look in your eyes when you saw him clench his fist, but no questions were ever asked from you.

He can’t stand the waiting for you and Jensen to return from the almost daily walk you two go on. Almost everyone has a special daily thing they enjoy with you. Bucky just enjoys the time with you and Steve. He doesn’t have to be alone with you, because he almost doesn’t trust himself.

He hears Jensen’s boisterous voice before your own soft and sweet one and he walks downstairs, pausing when you beam up at him. He notices the slight change in you, since all of your guards had started this. More confident, more comfortable, and almost a more attentive need for each one of them. “Hey Bucky,” you call up at him so sweetly.

Bucky only nods his head, “Can I see you a minute?” you offer another gentle smile and follow him. “Little Dove…” he begins, but his voice catches in his throat when he sees you looking at his halfway exposed arm. Your fingers trail up and down the smooth Vibranium, and the whirring of the mechanics seem to echo in his bedroom. He takes a deep swallow, before he’s pushing your body up against the wall, with the quick chirp that exits your mouth, he brings his own closer to yours. “Can I kiss you?”

These stupid rules be damned. You may can only have them once, but no one said anything about kissing. “Please,” your voice whispers, and Bucky’s needy lips slam into yours. Lifting you up by your hips, you wrap your legs around him, and he relaxes in your touch, still pressing you up against the wall. Tasting every moan and whimper that whispers up your throat.

He feels the heat and arousal that pools in your core. He had thought you quit wearing panties, and now he knows, you don’t. Ready just to take any of them. Feeling every pulse of your cunt against his stomach. And when your needy self tries to create friction on him, he can’t help but to growl in your throat, but allows you to get some relief. Walking over to the bed backwards, laying you both down when the backs of his knees hit the mattress, your body really begins hunching on his abs. He groans when you pull back from his lips, panting when you continue to grind on him. But when you stop your movements, looking over at his metal appendage, he gets an evil grin.

“What is it Dovey?” words have evaporated. You can’t think straight, but you have the most devious thought. “Does it bother you?” you shake your head no. He can tell it doesn’t. He sees you licking your lips, your body hardly moving on him, but still slowly grinding, searching for your release. “You want to do that on my arm? Let the metal cool your heated pussy?”

“Uh-huh,” your voice pants out.

“You’re making my stomach messier with just you thinking about it Dovey. You want to just ride my arm, or you want to fuck my fingers?”

“Both,” you finally look back down at Bucky who has the biggest cocky smirk.

“Well go on, ride my arm a bit, then, I’ll let you fuck my fingers, until you’ve soaked my hand.”

Bucky still lays flat on the bed when adjust yourself on his arm, and he was right, when the metal comes into contact with your soaked velvety folds you keen, slowly grinding over the metal. “Oh fuck,” whispers off your lips.

“My sweet little Dovey, has got a dirty little mouth. Don’t worry, I’ll make you pay for that later. Right now, it’s just you doll. My pretty little baby doll,” he had never called you such, and it only makes you grind over him faster. His right hand finds its way to your shirt, undoing one button, and then looking up at you. You give him confirmation by nodding your head, and he much quicker undoes every button.

He takes his time fondling each one of your covered breasts, and when he goes to pull down your bra, you lose control, cumming hard all over his arm. “That’s a good little one. Go ahead and take this off, wanna see you properly,” slowly you remove the bra and dress. Seeing him fully clothed, and you completely bare makes you feel slightly humiliated, but when you see his metal digits wiggle around, you forget all about it.

“How many do you think you can handle? Just one?” you shake your head no. “Two then?” again another no. “Three?” this time you nod yes. “Does my little one want her cunt stretched out that bad?”

“Uh-huh?” he smiles as he sits up, beckoning you closer to him, and his arm rests on his thigh. He guides you over his fingers, and moans when you slowly sink down on him. He’s happy for this private moment with you, but he worries that he won’t be able to withstand his cock in your tight snatch. Watching you use his body for pleasure makes him want to cum on the spot. Your eyes full of lust and want as you fuck his fingers.

His palm drenched in your leaking arousal, and you take his fingers so well. All this, and he still hasn’t placed the plug in your ass, but he knows he won’t have to wait long. Your head throws back on your shoulders, and he feels your walls flutter on the sensitive Vibranium, and he moans when you gush on him. Slowing down your movements, to fuck yourself through the orgasm.

Bucky’s breathing is fast, too fast for an enhanced human, and he didn’t do anything, but watch you get off on his metal arm, twice. “Dovey, I’ve got to do what Jensen did yesterday. I’ve got a surprise for you later.”

You lean forward to give Bucky a chaste kiss before crawling on the bed, and presenting for him the way Jake taught you. Bucky can’t do anything but stare a moment. Seeing you all spread open for him, he wants to fuck you right now. Lord knows his pants could use some relief. His cock straining in the denim, but not yet.

Walking over to gather the plug, he lubes it up, spreading your own slick to your tight virgin hole like Jensen did. Once it’s fully in, Bucky’s face connects to your core, licking and drinking up your arousal. He claimed he was cleaning you up, when in reality he’s just making you wetter. “Fuck. I gotta stop Dovey. I won’t tonight. I’m going to tear you apart over and over again.”

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“Come on princess, show Stevie boy what he can watch, but not touch,” Bucky taunts at a tied-up Steve. His hand pulls at yours to sit on his spread thighs. “He wants to see that sweet pussy spread all out for him.”

As soon as your naked body sits on his lap, your legs on either side of his own, he spreads his legs even further. Giving Steve a full look at your spread cunt. Bucky’s hands spread your lips even further, teasingly pumping in two fingers, just so Steve can see your cunt clench around him. “See how well she takes me. Bet you couldn’t do that for her, huh? You might have had her first, but look at how much she’s learned. She wants to be ruined. Did the captain ruin you, doll?”

“No,” you breathily answer. Steve only scowls at Bucky when he grabs up a a knife, skillfully running the blade across your heated cheeks, the cool metal almost soothing, even though the fact it’s a knife stops your breathing. Flattening the blade, he slaps it on your nipples, moving between them each slap. Your peaked buds become even more hard, and you nearly cum on the adrenaline alone. Teasingly he rubs the blade along your skin, circling your nipples, and sliding down your body.

“Hold still,” he whispers on your neck, and then he’s tapping the tip on your little bundle of nerves. Every part of you wants to cry out, pure pleasure and a curious fear run through your veins.

“You think she can take this?”

“Don’t,” Steve grunts. “She needs a cock to cum on. At least give her yours.”

“I’ll get there. Want her good and taken care of first.”

Slowly he enters the hilt of the knife into your weeping cunt, Steve grimaces the whole time. “Should I let a hand free for him, Dovey? Let him fuck you with this?” Steve’s eyes darken and he watches you, waiting patiently for your answer. You smirk and push yourself further onto it, allowing the handle of the blade to bottom out, and you cry out when it pushes your cervix. “Don’t know if she wants you. How about you just sit and watch, you fucking cuck.”

Pulling out the hilt, before he slams it back into you over and over again. “Gonna squirt for him? Let him see you make a mess?” his metal arm wraps tightly around you, while his right fucks you with the knife. Winding his fingers down, he connects with your bundle of nerves, creating tight little circles, and both men watch your body tremble. “Fuck, Stevie. Watch her clench around it. She’s going to cum so hard, and all you get to do is fucking watch.”

And indeed, you do, your slick drips down the metal of the blade, and Bucky pulls it out, licking up the blade before letting it fall to the floor. His strength lifts your body up by your legs, still spreading you out, and he pushes your open core closer to Steve’s face, but not close enough for him to touch, although he tries. “You gotta see me stretch this cunt before you get a taste, Stevie,” Bucky’s voice still taunting, he pushes you forward just the tiniest bit so Steve can get just a glimpse of a taste.

When Bucky sits you both back on the bed, you watch Steve hungrily lick his lips. “You want to see me fuck her? See if she screams out my name, and begs me to let her cum?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just sits, trapped and strapped on the chair, staring at your opened pussy. Bucky slaps his cock up against you. “Say it. Say you want me to fuck her,” Steve’s dark eyes look over at Bucky. “Say it you fucking cuck.”

“Fuck her,” a dark edge to Steve’s voice appears, and you had never seen him more animalistic in his life. Knowing the man could easily break out of his bonds. Bucky at last, enters his cock into your quivering cunt, he doesn’t give you any time to adjust, just spears into you. With how open and stimulated you are, it doesn’t take anytime at all before your whole body trembles as he roughly ruts into you.

“Look at her, already fucking cockdrunk, and I’ve…well we’ve only just begun.”

“Bucky,” your voice whines, and he picks up his pace. Relentless in the way he thrusts into you, and when you cream all over him, screaming and clawing at anything you can touch, he doesn’t slow. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” your voice chants as you come undone again.

Pulling himself out of you, he throws your almost lifeless body on the bed, and you hear Steve’s restraints begin to rip. Steve rips off every single one, and Bucky’s arms pull your body down, so he can fuck into you again. “But Steve,” whimpering and begging Bucky to not forget about him.

“He’s going to fuck that pretty mouth princess, but I want you to cum again first.”

His hips slam into your pussy, while he jackhammers you. Bumping the bed against the wall over and over again, until a picture falls, shattering the delicate glass. You keen at the force Bucky uses on you before cumming again. As if you were like his fuck doll, he flips your body over to maneuver you on your knees. His finger taps on the diamond, “Want me to fuck this tight hole, doll?”

Under normal circumstances you might argue this, but obediently you nod your head. Moving his cock through your folds as he removes the plug, Steve kneels in front of you, leaning forward to watch Bucky enter into your virgin hole slowly. Once he’s fully sheathed Steve gives you a quick slap to your ass, and chuckles when you yelp. “You’re fucking perfect for us princess,” he hums. He slaps his dick across your face, chuckling when you try and chase it.

“Steve,” you look up at him through your lashes. “Wanna taste you.”

“Thatta girl,” he says before thrusting into your mouth. “You ready?”

When you hum a ‘MmmHmm,’ both men ferociously slam into you. You sob at the way they both work your body. Bucky’s hand finds your cunt, entering two fingers while he palms your clit. “Go on, cum on my fingers again baby doll. Then you’re taking Steve in your ass, I’m going back in this pretty pussy, okay?”

The thought of taking them both makes you moan in ecstasy, feeling your cum leak out onto the bed when Bucky removes himself from you. Readjusting himself, yet once again, Bucky wiggles his finger at you, and you plant yourself on his cock, already riding on top of him. “Good job princess, riding my fingers wasn’t enough, was it?”

“Uh-uh,” words cannot come to your mouth, and Bucky chuckles at how fucked out you’re becoming. Lining himself up, Steve slowly enters your ass. Holding onto you tightly, and you’re thankful because you lose all control at how full you feel. How tight everything is, and how perfect it feels.

Harshly Steve pulls your hair back to look up at him, his hand runs smoothly along your neck, but his hand still pulls your hair with complete angry desire. “What was it you said, Dovey? That I didn’t ruin you?”

“No, I-I-I…” Steve pulls out, before vigorously thrusting back in, and you still can’t find the words.

“Oh, sweet little Dove, you just needed both of us to fuck you senseless, didn’t you? Got you cockdrunk and unable to talk. Our little fuck doll huh? Want us to fuck you? Is that what you want little Dovey?” you nod your head, tears spring to your eyes, but he only licks them away. “Not good enough, need to hear your words. Such a sweet dumb baby. Did Bucky fuck you stupid?”

He thrusts himself back into you and you mewl, but still can’t find the words. “Want us to stop?”

“No!” you shout.

“Want us to fuck you?” Bucky asks.

“Please.”

“That’s more like it. Since our dumb baby can’t speak much, we’ll let this slide,” Steve’s voice is rough and low, and they both push into you. If Steve wasn’t holding you up by your hair you might be writhing around, but he never lets up. Both men push and pull out like their life depended on it. You’ve lost count as to how many times they’ve made you cum, not aware that they themselves are getting closer. Bucky’s metal hand goes to your throat, giving you a gentle squeeze, and you scream through your orgasm, finally getting feeling again when you feel each of their warmth when they fill you up.

Steve lets go of your hair, and you collapse on Bucky. “We really did fuck her to sleep, didn’t we? Dovey?” in and out of consciousness you don’t hear them talk to you. Don’t hear them chuckling and high fiving one another. Don’t feel Bucky pick you up for a warm bath with him, while Steve changes the sheets.

You come to in the middle of the night, clinging to Bucky’s body, and Steve clinging to yours. The perfect sandwich, in between two super soldiers, that fucked the life out of you. If only for a few hours.

Chapter 7: Lee Bodecker

Summary:

Summary: Please Sheriff

Pairings: Lee Bodecker X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, role play, authority kink, oral sex (M/F receiving), choking with a belt, police cruiser sex, spanking, edging, dumbification, handcuffing, pussy slapping, permission kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.2k

“Where’s Dovey?” Colin asks when Steve Rogers comes back downstairs at lunch without Bucky and without you. Steve chuckles a bit, continuing to make you and Bucky some lunch. “What’d you do to her? Is she alive? I knew that two of you super soldiers at the same time was a bad idea. Why weren’t you two last?”

“She’s fine. She’s exhausted, but she’s alive. She might have passed out, but Bucky enjoys nursing her back to health. You could say that aftercare is his favorite kink,” his large hand slaps on Lee’s shoulder, “Don’t worry Lee, he’ll get her put back together for your trip down the road.”

“I don’t like them too ruined Rogers. You better do a good job with her. I need her in tip top shape,” the grumpy Lee adds before walking out.

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Normally you have someone drive you. It’s not the fact that you can’t drive, it’s that it’s just much more enjoyable to have someone ride with you. But as per Lee’s request of a 1960s style lilac dress, and you were to play along. Easy enough, but being out on the dark road alone, gives you a bit of a scare.

Because of the uneasiness you feel, you speed up a bit, ready to get back to your home, and when you see those blue lights in your rearview, you want to smack yourself. You should have known better, although you didn’t think anyone would be patrolling this road. When you hear the heavy footfalls, and that deep southern drawl as he leans in your window though, it all makes sense, “Well, hello li’l darlin’. License and registration please.”

“Lee…” you begin.

“License and registration.”

Fiddling around with the glove box, his hand hits on your door and you jump a bit. “Ma’am, I need to ask you to get out of the car.”

“But Lee…”

He clears his throat, “I’m your Sheriff, you’ll treat me with respect, darlin’. Out of the car,” you huff out a breath getting out of the car. Crossing your arms, you lean back against the car. “I’m sensing a bit of attitude from you. Do you know how fast you were going?”

“Too fast?” you snidely answer.

“Maybe I haven’t made myself clear. And honestly, I’m tired of your behavior. You want to act like a bratty bad girl, I can treat you like that. Should I take you to jail, or you want to pay for your punishment?”

Your eyes go wide, and you’re even more pissed. “I don’t think going to jail fits the crime.”

“Punishment it is then. Get down on your knees,” when you refuse, his voice raises, becoming gruffer in the process, “Didn’t stutter princess. Get down on your fucking knees.”

Quickly you shuffle around to your knees, staring up at Lee with owlish eyes. “Oh, princess, acting all innocent won’t get you out of this. You know what you did. It’s time to pay the fine. Take out my fat cock, want to fuck your mouth really quick.”

“Lee…”

“I thought I told you I’m your Sheriff!”

“Sheriff,” you whine. “it’s not proper.”

“And you’re on your knees ready for me. Now, you want to act like a whore, I’ll make you my personal one. And your whore mouth needs to be fucked. Take. Out. My. Fat. Cock.”

Trembling your fingers begin undoing his holster, letting it drop on the ground. Quickly stealing a glance up at Lee, and his tongue licks around his lips, and he bites his bottom lip in anticipation. Obviously, going too slow for him, he undoes his own belt, ripping it out of the belt loops, and his long fingers are wrapping it around your neck, tightening it. You weren’t aware that Lee could move that fast, and with that much skill.

“You keep going slow,” he pulls the end of the belt, cutting off your air only slightly, “I’ll make you regret it.”

Moving faster you undo his pants, letting his cock bounce up in your face, and you can’t help the smile that erupts, “Told you were a whore. Open up, little Dovey.”

Lee gives you the kindness of easing his cock into your mouth, slowly sliding the tip over your tongue, “Hollow those cheeks. I’m going all the way back, until you gag, until tears leak from those pretty eyes of yours,” you listen to the Sheriff, and once he reaches the back of your throat you gag on him. “Uh-uh. When I’m done with you, you’ll have my cock dripping with your spit, your nose is going to be touching my pelvis.”

Pulling out slowly before he crashes back in, and you gag a bit less. “Hold on tight, girl,” you grip tightly to his thighs, and he thrusts into your face. Crashing in the back of you over and over again. Soaking his cock, and saliva strings connect you two together. The tears that run down your face, only seem to make him more feral, and he brings your face closer until you are indeed touching his pelvis, giving one final choke, until pulling completely out.

He yanks up on the belt that’s around your throat until you’re struggling to stand back up. “What do you tell me for letting you taste my cock?”

“Thank you, Sheriff,” his hand glides up your thigh, sliding over to feel your lace covered mound. Humming as he palms you.

“Oh, Dovey. You really are a little slut. Ruined these, let’s get them off so I can see that pretty pussy of yours,” he backs you up to the hood of the cruiser, pushing you flat, before kneeling before you. Pulling up your dress, his fingers wrap around the hem of your panties, and slowly pulling them down, staring at your glistening cunt like it’s his Christmas present. Quickly he stuffs your panties in his pocket, no wonder he wanted you to wear them.

Moving his face closer to your core, he settles your legs over his shoulders, spreading you open wide for him. Him being so close to you, licking his lips like he’s going to devour you, makes you slide a bit down the hood, “My fucking slut can’t even wait,” he crashes his mouth onto your bundle of nerves. Burying his face into your folds. Moaning at your taste, watching you writhe over his cruiser, and it makes him even more animalistic. When your fingers weave through his hair, and give him a pull when you get close, he pulls back, wiping your honey off on his jacket with a devilish grin. “Did I say you could cum, you slut?”

“Well, no…”

“You have to ask for permission. Looks like another strike against ya. Turn around, and put your hands on the hood,” you do as he says. Lifting your dress more, he kicks your legs further apart, and then runs his fingers through your leaking pussy. Slick coats your thighs, and he pushes his hardened length into your back and you whimper. “Such a bitch in heat, huh?” his voice toys with you, and he jerks your hand back, placing a cuff on it, before jerking the other back.

“Sheriff?” your voice whines we he twists you around.

“I’m sorry darlin’, you do the crime, there’s punishment,” he shoves you back on the hood, before ripping open your dress, “Aw, Dovey, you forgot your bra. Look at these pretty titties all on display for me. You can’t help but be my dirty little slut, can you?”

“No, sir.”

“Just a slut for me though, huh?”

“Only you, Sheriff.”

Harshly he spreads your legs, leaving you wide open to the elements, and with how drenched you are you shiver. One because it’s cold, two because you’re excited. Lee’s eyes take you in, twisting his mouth at the sight of you cuffed and spread out for him. “Want you to make a mess all on my cruiser,” he says, leaning close to your ear, the sound of his low gruff voice, makes you keen, and he’s back staring at your pussy.

Before you know what’s happening, he slaps your pussy, causing your body to shake, and Lee chuckles at your breasts wiggling around. In quick succession he slaps at your cunt, until your back arches, your arousal dripping all over his cruiser. And when your breathing speeds up and your right there, he stops. You look at him and growl.

He laughs down at you, “Did you ask for permission?”

“I forgot, Sheriff?” you add the sweetest voice that you can.

“Playin’ innocent don’t work on me doll face. Would an innocent girl be drippin’ down like that? Yer nothin’ but a little slut, and I’m gonna ruin ya.”

He flips your body around and shoves your face into the hood, spreading your thighs apart, and diving two fingers deep in your cunt. You know how skillful Lee is with your fingers, but your hands cuffed behind your back, you’re unable to full move the way you’d like. He’s relentless on your body. Pumping into your puffy folds, and you’re determined to actually cum.

Swatting at your ass, he pulls on the belt around your neck, cutting off the tiniest bit of air, and you see stars, along with the impending crash of your orgasm. Forgetting completely about his biggest rule. When he stands straight, dropping the belt and removing his hand to walk back you scream out in frustration.

“Fuck you.”

Lee harshly pulls back the belt so he can see your face, his only inches away, and you feel every warm breath he breathes out on you, and his cock presses up against your back, and you moan at the sensation. “What the fuck did you just say?” refusing to answer, he slaps at your ass. “What. Did. You. Just. Fucking. Say, Dovey?”

“I said fuck you.”

“Is that what you want?” you wiggle your head, unable to fully nod with how the belt is pulling you back. Your body at the most awkward and uncomfortable angle. “Is that what you really want?”

“Yes, please, Sheriff.”

“I thought you would want to cum?” you whine at that. “Does my dumb whore want to cum?”

“Yes, Sheriff,” you mewl, tears roll down your cheeks.

“Then my dumb little slut needs to remember to ask for permission,” yanking your body up to a standing position he walks you over to the back of the car, flinging the door open, and pushing you back onto the seat.

“Wanna see you, Sheriff,” your voice is so soft, when you realize he is indeed about to fuck you. He rips open his shirt, and lets his pants fall to his feet, your eyes train on his badge.

“You like that, Dovey?”

“MmmHmm. Shows your power, your authority.”

That makes Lee shudder, hearing how you view him as powerful. Quickly he slings his shirt off, crawling over your body, he lifts a leg to rest against his chest, hooking over his shoulder. He kisses along your leg, showing you the tiniest amount of romance, and then he sees how fucked out and frustrated you are. Leaning forward he plunges his cock into your quivering pussy. Thrusting into you with need. He gets off on the slow torture, but you just want to get off. Overly sensitive with the amounts of times he’s edged you.

His hips slam into yours, and you watch his muscular and veined arms, loving the way they ripple with every stab into you. Allowing him to overtake your body, “Please, Sheriff,” you pant.

“Please what Dovey. Don’t make me stop. I want to fucking cum, too.”

“Please, I need to cum.”

“Need to? Oh fuck,” he screams, “Ask, Dovey. Hurry.”

“Please, can I cum, Sheriff?”

“Fuck, yes!” screaming, his hand moves to your clit, creating tight circles on your sensitive nub, your body convulses before your cunt clenches tightly to Lee, so tightly he cums right along with you. His body collapses on top of yours, both of you sticky with sweat and sex. The two of you heaving to fight for some air.

“Did I do good, Lee?”

“Li’l darlin’ you were fucking perfect. What took you so long to ask?”

“I wanted to get you riled up and angry,” you giggle.

He leans back to look into your eyes, “Well ya did. I didn’t think I was gonna make it, ya brat.”

“Oh! I am not a brat!”

“Yeah? Then what are ya?” he laughs, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Your dirty little whore,” Lee inhales deeply shaking his head.

“You ain’t right.”

“We’re not playing anymore?” you pout.

“Oh, Dovey. You know we’re not. Come on, let’s get you on home. I’ll sleep in yer bed with you tonight, if ya want,” for a man that took so much control, he looks nearly sheepish.

“I’d love to cuddle with you, Sheriff.”

Chapter 8: Mike Weiss

Summary:

Summary: And lastly is Mike Weiss…or is it?

Pairings: Mike Weiss X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, smoking, drug use, safe word, ab riding, choking, bondage, blindfolding, whipping, pussy slapping, smut, dark smut, rough sex, fingering, fisting, slight rimming, PIV sex, unprotected sex, spanking, boob slapping, pinching, face slapping, degradation, spitting, finger sucking, squirting, hair pulling, facial, swallowing cum, implied gang bang, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4k

Everyone walks on eggshells around you, now that you’ve gone through almost every man. They know it’s getting closer to take you to Charles for your wedding, and you’re even more nervous about Mike. You were told each man would get more intense, and you’re not sure how much more intense it could get. You had gone so far past the sweet love making with Steve, Colin, and even Beck. But then it amped up, and you’re not sure you’re prepared.

Each one, including Mike seems to almost be caring and loving to a fault. Offering their sweet, “Dovey, you’ve done so well,” or “Little sweet Dove, I know it’s been difficult, but this is almost over.” You’re just unsure that you want this to be over. Unsure that Charles could fulfill you the way that they each have. Different of course, but in their own way, they showed how much they actually cared for you and enjoyed you, and of course enjoyed your body.

When you hear a sweet and also sinister, “Dovey, you gonna be my good sweet girl tonight,” you shudder at Mike’s words on the back of your neck. Unaware that he was even that close to you, but the way your body reacted to his voice, only made him smirk, and walk away quickly, not giving you a second glance.

Throughout the day, he would whisper dirty little nothings in your ear and on your neck. “Little sweet Dove, I hear your heart race every time I get close to you,” and even “Going to take things nice and slow. Ease you into it, before I completely destroy you. You won’t even want to be around Charles when I’m finished.”

And when his lips barely graze the back of your neck, you nearly want to crumble in on him, but he walks away from you so quickly. You’ve forgotten how many times you’ve showered and changed today, and Mike chuckles each time he sees you in new clothes, “Already got that pussy dripping for me, huh?”

“Would you stop with your teasing?” you plead, your voice breathless and whiney, and you don’t actually want him to stop. You want everyone else to leave.

“Looks to me like you’re enjoying it,” he sneers as he walks away, leaving you again, frustrated. His build up better be worth it.

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When the house becomes dark and too quiet, you know that everyone has left. You wait on your bed for Mike, assuming he would waltz in once the house was emptied. Sitting and waiting until you’ve gone crazy with the anticipation. With a puff of air blowing out of your lips, you stand in search of Mike. Your voice whispers out his name as you walk through the house. Looking into every room, waiting on his last, and when you open the door, you see him. Dark eyes finally lift up to peer at you, he wears nothing but his suit pants, suspenders, and tie, that he swiftly loosens, biting his lip as he watches your body fidgets. He takes a long drag of his cigarette before fully undoing the tie.

“On the bed, sweet little Dovey,” his voice is so deep and hoarse, and your body reacts. “Lay down. Going to give myself a little treat first,” he stalks over to you, and rips off all your clothing, embarrassed you use your arms and hands to cover yourself back up. “Don’t you dare. I said I was giving myself a treat, spread it back out.”

You lay your body flat only for him to empty a bit of white powder in between the swells of your chest, using a card he creates lines of blow to snort up. Now you know why he can be a bit on the sneezy side. Once he inhales every line, he offers you some, you quickly nod your head, and his finger rubs a bit of the powder on your gums. “Not so innocent anymore, are ya Dove?” you want to deny that fact, but he tsks you. “Look at you, all ready for my taking. Do you think you actually handle it?” you give him a quick nod, “Say strawberry.”

“Strawberry,” you whisper.

“When you’re ready for me to stop, and you can’t handle anymore, you say that word. What word are you going to say?”

“Strawberry.”

Mike typically isn’t one into the more intimate side of relationships, he’s always been into the rough fucking, but when he sees you looking up at him, ready to be devoured, but still having that innocent look into your eyes, he can’t stand it. He gathers your body up to his, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he groans at your slick dripping down his stomach. “Fuck, Dove,” he mumbles on your mouth, slamming your back against the wall.

He continues his slopping kissing, teeth, and tongues gnashing up against one another. Your body needs too much friction, and you create as much as you can. Hunching with everything in you on his stomach, using his abs to get you off. He uses his face, to nudge yours off of him. Watching as your primal need to orgasm takes over your body. Panting with every move you make on him. He gives you the tiniest amount of slack in his grasp to let you fully go feral. Smiling at him, and it only incites his need to destroy you more.

Giving you this one opportunity to think you’re the one in control. When he feels the pulse coming from your core, he places his hand around your neck, giving the tiniest amount of squeezing, and your eyes roll back in your head, when you cum all over his abs. Your face already laden with sweat, and he throws your body onto the bed. Quickly he removes his tie, tying it around a wrist, and weaving it in the bed frame, before encircling your other wrist. “Only use that word when you want me to stop, princess.”

He grabs another tie that he wraps around your eyes, leaving yourself too vulnerable for him. Your body shakes with anticipation, unsure if seconds, minutes or hours tick by before he’s slapping your tits with a riding crop. You arch your back at the feeling, only for him to slap again with a bit more sting.

Grabbing a thigh, he pulls your legs further apart, slapping at your spread pussy with the riding crop. Your body writhes and you whimper with every slap. Your juices leak out onto the bed, and soak the crop, and you hear his sinister chuckle. Your body trembles with the pain and pleasure and when you cum again, his mouth soaks up your weeping cunt, before he’s flipping your over on your stomach. “Got you making such a fucking mess, Dove. I know he taught you, present for me,” with a bit more struggle you maneuver onto your knees, arching your back to give Mike a full view of your swollen cunt.

His fingers run through your folds before he shoves in three fingers. Pumping them into you with such vigor and determination. Pulling out only to add a fourth finger. “Fuck, she’s stretching out so good for me Dove. You think you can handle it?”

“What?” you mewl.

“The whole hand?” you squeak in response, unsure if you’re ready for that. “You know your magic word. I’ll stop immediately,” before you can respond, he pulls his fingers out a bit to add his thumb, slowly sliding his whole hand in. Your back arches even more at the stretch and fullness you feel. When his hand is fully in, he hums at the sight. “You know your word?”

“Yes,” your voice is a pitiful whine, but when you rock back onto his hand further, he knows you’re ready.

“Want my fist to fuck this perfect cunt?”

“Please.”

With a bit of hesitation Mike plunges his fist in and out of you, moaning at the mess coating his wrist, as your cunt leaks out of him. His tongue teases your ass, before licking up your arousal dripping down his arm. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” you choke out, feeling the warmth entering your belly. His free hand begins slapping at your neglected clit, until your legs tremble and shake with the pleasure coursing through you.

He begins pulling out his hand to see your body, flop on the bed. “You gonna use that word, Dove?” you pant out a no, and he releases your arm. “Didn’t think so. We’re just getting started. Get your ass on that chair, just like you were here, I’m about to fuck that pussy.”

You’re not given the chance to move before Mike’s hands jerk you up, and places you leaning over the back of the chair, slapping at your ass until you arch your back. Your cunt already drenched in your slick he slams his fat cock in. Rutting into you angrily, and continues slapping at your raw ass, but it only turns you on more, arching your back more to take him even deeper. Every thrust he bottoms out, and your head leans back, and your mouth is slack with everything he makes your body feel.

Not content with just smacking your ass, he smacks at your breasts, before pinching each nipple tightly, slapping at them again. When he feels your walls flutter against him, he knows just how much you’re enjoying him slapping and spearing into you. Pressing his luck, he slaps at your face, and when you keen at the force, he does it again.

Pulling out, he pushes you away from the chair, sitting himself down. Once his thighs are spread, he beckons you over to him. Spreading your legs over him, you bounce yourself on top. One of his hands create tight circles on your clit, while the other grabs your neck, holding you tightly against him. “Such a perfect fucking slut you are, princess. Look at you taking my fucking cock, that pussy loves this cock doesn’t it.”

“Yes.”

“Listen at you whining for my cock. Fuck you’re perfect for me,” he issues another slap to your clit before he’s shoving you into the floor. “You remember your word?” he asks again.

“Yes, please, Mike. Need you to fuck me more.”

“Fucking cockslut,” his hands shove you down on your knees pulling your legs apart before he thrusts into you. Wrapping both hands around your neck, he pounds into your overly sensitive core. And your face goes from smiling to mewling with pleasure, looking up at him, he lets a dribble of spit drop on you, and it falls down your face and into your mouth. You lick it up like it’s your last meal, and it only furthers his stabbing into you. “I always knew you’d be a fucking slut. My perfect fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“MmmHmm.”

His hands slap at your face more, before he sticks his hand that stretched your cunt out in your mouth, making you suck around his digits. His other hand continues to move from your neck to other parts of your body, slapping your exposed skin, making you moan around his thick fingers. He pulls them out only to slap your cheek, and creating a sticky mess with your own saliva.

Pulling himself out, he slams you back on the chair, spreading your legs out, letting your feet rest on the arms. “Need to remember this. I’m not going to stop until you make a mess on my fucking chair. You going to soak this chair you fucking slut?”

“Yesyesyes.”

His mouth comes to your clit, sucking and biting on your nub, and he’s cramming three fingers in your cunt. “Watch, Dovey. Watch how well she takes my fist,” he adds another finger and you look away at the depravity of his fist being in your cunt a second time. Before he adds his whole fist, his other hand holds your cheeks tightly. “I said to fucking look,” you watch as his hand slides back into your cunt. “Watch her sucking me back in. God, you’re such a fucking whore.”

Screaming out in pleasure when he hits the most delectable spot in your abused hole. “Found it,” Mike pumps into you making sure to hit that spot every time. Laughing at you, when your legs start to pull together. “Don’t think so. You gotta make a mess. Bodecker and Jensen already been bragging how this cunt squirts, I wanna see it. Fucking. Make. A. Mess.”

You scream out his name and the worst obscenities, your body, curling in on itself, and when he removes his hand, but adds pressure to your clit, you squirt all over his chair and face, and he buries himself back into your cunt, licking up every bit he can. “Want me to cum in this cunt, or your mouth?”

“Wanna taste you,” you pant out. Before standing he places his cum soaked hand into your mouth, letting you taste your own arousal. Slamming his dick back into your spread pussy, he heatedly thrusts into you. His hands slap at your tits, shoving his hand back into your mouth, you look up at him, your face completely and utterly destroyed, and he can’t help but smack at your face again. Pulling your hair to look down at your ruined cunt. “Who owns her?” he taunts. “Who owns this cunt? Fucking scream who owns this cunt.”

“You do,” you moan.

“Not good enough Dovey. Fucking scream my name. Who owns this fucking cunt?”

“Mike!”

“Say it princess.”

“Mike owns my pussy!” pulling out, he shoots his load on your face and into your mouth. Using his fingers to wipe it up, only to shove it in your mouth.

“Fucking cumslut.”

You look over to the door, only to see every one of the men who have demolished you this past month. They all stare at your spread and dripping pussy, face with smeared cum, and they have the hungriest look in their eyes. “What was that Dovey?” Bucky asks with a sneer.

“Who owns that cunt?” Colin adds.

“You don’t think it’s only Mike that destroyed this pussy, do you?” Lee walks closer, finger roaming around your overly sensitive cunt.

“She looks like she could take more, huh princess?” Steve walks even closer, spreading your legs further apart.

“There are three holes, and two hands,” Jake already palms his growing length through his pants.

“Just one more time, Dovey. Let’s see how you handle all of us,” Beck wipes away the tears that leaked from your eyes. “It’ll be our little secret.”

You look at every one of them in this room, Mike places a finger under your chin, lifting your face up to him, “What’s your word, Dovey?”

“Strawberry.”

“Say it, and we all stop. You okay with that princess?” Lee asks, licking up the slick that’s gathered on his finger.

“Okay, one more time.”

Chapter 9: Curtis Everett

Summary:

Summary: You don’t wanna go, but go to meet Charles….and Curtis

Pairings: Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dark!Curtis, Explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, slight fingering, dub con/non con, cream pie, sharing, implied holding against your will, slapping, sex tapes without knowledge, somewhat of an implied basement wife, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5K

You pout up at Bucky as he continues to help you dress. The closer the time got for them to take you to Charles, the clingier he got. And you did NOT care. “What if I change my mind?”

“You can doll. But you have a…” his voice trails off. He doesn’t want you to leave anymore than you want to. “you have a duty, Dove. We aren’t princes. We can’t…you have to marry royalty.”

“Why would I want to marry royalty when I have you guys. Please, don’t make me. Please, Bucky,” you look up at Steve who just shakes his head at you, denying you to stay here. “But…after all that happened?” your eyes look amongst the men. Jake and Colin just refuse to even look at you, which hurts just as much. “Fine. Take me to him. I guess, I’ll just get married.”

“Dovey…” Mike starts and you’re not here for it.

“Just stop. I don’t want to hear it. Take me to my future prince, and let me try to forget about you,” Beck starts to walk closer but you hold up a hand. “No. Unless you’re telling me that I can stay…I don’t wanna go. I don’t want to marry Charles. He…he’s cruel. He knew what he was doing, and I can’t. Don’t make me go,” your eyes stare up at him, ending to looking at Bucky. You know you’ve lost when he turns and looks the other way. “Please.”

“Alright, darlin’, you make the choice. Go with yer duty, or ya stay here with us.”

“Lee, that’s not an option,” Steve starts. “She is betrothed. They’ll have our heads.”

“Let them,” Bucky finally stands beside you. That cold metal hand grabbing your own. You had hoped that he would get on board with this. Knowing if he was for you staying, Steve would follow. Should Steve be okay with the eight of you living in a harem, then the rest would follow.

“That’s what we’re for to protect her. We’ll fight to the death if we have to. If you want,” looking into Bucky’s eyes, you realize all that you would be putting them through. It’s unfair to ask these seven men to choose life or death for you. It’s unfair that you would make them stay with you, as opposed to living a normal life. “Dovey?”

“I can’t. I want to, but…” but geeze do you want to. Everything about the eight of you, is so right. No one competing for attention, even Jake saying, there was seven days of the week. Everyone seemed okay with a shared wife, but you couldn’t live in fear. You knew the Princes’ had an army that would kill you all, and it just wasn’t worth it. Their lives meant more to you, than your own.

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Charles stalks around your body like a vulture with roadkill. His nose sniffing along your skin. Dressed in only your white lingerie that he had insisted you wear. His hands roam down your body, and he forces two fingers in your unready cunt. “Hmm…” he hums continuing to circle your body.

Walking over to the bed he crawls on top, palming his crotch. “What did you learn?”

“A lady doesn’t speak of such things, your highness,” you hold your head up high. It isn’t proper to be asking the things he’s asking about. He basically forced you to be with those amazing and wonderful seven men, and for his own pleasure.

“A lady doesn’t fuck seven men in a month. A lady betrothed should have waited on me. But since you did do that, you’re not a lady. So tell me what you learned.”

“I…you…you told me.”

“I didn’t tell you to make sweet passionate love with Steve as he split you open for the first time, and you allowed James to clean you up. Didn’t tell you to masturbate with Colin before fucking him in the shower. Dr. Beck had that weird breeding kink, that seems improper. What was with that kinky shit of Jake’s? Dressing up like a fucking cat. Let’s not forget that early foreplay with him and Sheriff Bodecker. What a little whore you were for James and Steve, and Bodecker? You were into that roleplaying. Mike and shoving his whole fist up my cunt. My wife’s cunt.”

“You were watching me?” you hear the door creak open when Charles’ older brother is the one stalking around you.

“But what gets me, precious Dovey, one time, you were told. The shit at the end, that was a glorious fucking gang bang. It seems only fair you’re punished for being such a fucking cockslut. You want seven fucking cocks, you got it, now show your husband what you learned. Curtis?”

You lurch away from him when his hands touch your body. Those thick digits sliding all over you, and you’re meant to just take it. “They’re not here to save you now Dovey. You should have followed the rules. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out? You’re to be my wife, and you’re fucking seven men at once. Now I’m going to watch you while my brother really devours you.”

“Princess, you’ve been a naughty girl,” slowly closing your eyes, a single tear rolls down your heated and embarrassed cheek, but Curtis’ tongue only licks it up. Moaning at the salty taste. “You gonna beg me to stop?” you shake your head no. Rolling your eyes to look at Charles, when Curtis kicks the back of yours knees.

Landing on the cold floor, he continues his stalking around you, standing beside your head, “Look this way Dove, want him to see how pretty your throat is when I fuck into it.”

“Don’t do this. They’ll…”

“They’re not coming. They returned to the North. Protecting your little sister. Guess they’ll find a new fuck toy. Take me out, and gag on my cock,” your fingers cold and unnerved pull Curtis out, rolling your eyes you look up at him, silently begging and pleading for him not to do this. “Show Charles what you learned and this will all be over.”

Humiliated and ready for this to be over, you slowly sink over his length, but he fully pushes through, chuckling when you’re gagging and sputtering around him. “I saw the videos, you can take it like a good girl. It’ll all be over shortly, Dovey.”

Hollowing out your cheeks, you figure the best approach is to make the most of this horrible situation. Wishing you would have allowed Bucky and them to protect you. He fucks hard and deep into your throat, all the while Charles just palms himself over his pants with a sneer. Curtis’ hand softly rub at the bulge he creates on your neck before he’s jerking himself out.

Lifting you up by your lingerie he all but rips it off of you before throwing you on the bed, thinking it’s time to please Charles, but he holds up a hand at you, and Curtis is the one stalking over to you, removing your panties until your bare before the two of them, he examines your sex. Lifting you to place you on your knees, so his fingers can tease at your entrance.

“Still so tight, Princess,” his voice moans. “And so responsive. You’re not fully enjoying this, but this snatch is dripping. See?” spreading your cheeks to let Charles gaze at your honey, he gives it a smack. “No wonder they liked fucking into you. Did it hurt when that big cock split you open for the first time? A super soldier? I would have went with Dr. Beck, but they knew this pussy could handle it. Now it’s my turn.”

Kneeling behind you, he wraps his hand around your hair, jerking your head back with it, before he slams himself through your folds. Your body naturally reacts and you keen, taking that as a sign to fully crash into you. Pushing his cock viciously through your cunt, still gripping tight to your hair, he lifts your body up.

His mouth attaches to your neck, and he gives little nips to your sensitive skin, “You liked when they were rough with you. Those pretty super soldiers had you all fucked out. Getting off on Jake’s thigh, while that sheriff made you squirt all over the bed. Who was the favorite, Dovey? Who would you marry if you had a choice? Now your stuck with us?”

His length stabs into you so hard and deep, he presses a hand over the bulge where he’s bottomed out. “Us?” you ask a bit confused.

“That’s right. You might be marrying my baby brother, but your ours. Our pretty little whore. Until he gets bored. He gets bored quickly. Which number are you on now, Charles?” Curtis looks over to Charles with a smirk. “This your fifth fiancé?”

“Something like that,” he shrugs. Kneeling on the bed in front of you, pinching and holding your nipples. “They didn’t go through a rigorous training. Maybe you can handle it. You think you can handle this?”

Your voice moans when your body reacts to Curtis’ motions. Right on the very edge of losing all control, and not fully able to grasp what he’s saying. There’s been more than you. He got bored, and now they’re gone.

“They couldn’t produce an heir to the throne for us. All you’re for is a good lay and a breeding tool. You sure are pretty like this,” your teeth and cunt clench down when your orgasm rushes through you.

Curtis’ sweaty body doesn’t stop. Himself needing his own thigh. His hand smacks at your face hard, and when you yelp, you feel his cock throb, “Again,” your voice demands, needing this to be over.

“Oh I like this one,” he slaps you hard again, while Charles squeezes your nipples even harder. Curtis pushes in one more harsh time before you feel the heat of his spend fill you up. “Get some water. You have a long night ahead of you. And we’re just getting started.”

Chapter 10: Charles Blackwood

Summary:

Summary: Charles tries to tear you apart

Pairings: Charles Blackwood X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, dub con/non con, fingering, degradation, spitting, biting, slapping, breeding kink, sharing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

Charles’ hand runs down the expanse of your body making you tremble, “You’re not tapping out now are ya, Dovey?”

“No, your majesty,” your voice hoarse and a mere mumble. Even when your guards were fucking the life out of you, they knew when to give you a rest. “It’s just…”

Charles has you flipped over on your back, his own body hovering over you, “Just what? I’ll admit, I didn’t think you’d last. Didn’t think you could take me and my brother over and over again. Gonna make me a fine wife,” you turn your head to look away from him, but he only forces it right back. “Now, it’s time for your wifely duties.”

“I’m not your wife, yet.”

With a slap to your face, he grabs your cheeks. His own teeth clenching when he looks down at you, “You will be tonight, Dovey. You think those pricks are going to be in attendance? You think they’ll find them a new whore?”

“No,” your voice flat but sure. You know you weren’t the only one starting to feel things. And judging by the way they left you, they also felt it.

“Oh, you think this snatch was for them? Should have followed the rules, might have let them destroy you every night while I watch,” you spit up at his face, but it only eggs him on. The thick length of his cock, growing heavy on your thigh, and you whimper in spite of yourself. “Aw, sweet Dovey, they trained you to take any cock, huh? I bet,” his hand roams through your folds, already covered in slick. “Yep, just what I thought, this whore cunt is ready. So responsive even though you hate me, don’t you?”

You try to deny the words he’s nearly spitting at you, but you just can’t. You hate every part of him. Hate him for what he made you do, but also hate him because you fell in love. Hate how he’s so hard and aggressive, but shows no remorse for his disgusting words. He knows he’s attractive, and would almost be a gift from the gods themselves, but there’s a cruelty to him and Curtis. A slow and arduous torture to tear you down, and they laugh every time you stand back up. Willing to take more.

“You’re sick.”

“And you’re going to be my whore wife. I don’t fucking care if the baby is mine or Curtis’. As long as you produce. You should ask the others what happened when they couldn’t. Well, you can’t.”

It’s loathsome how nonchalantly those words rolled off his lips. Disgusting that he’s bragging to you about the women he’s had ‘taken care of’ and by who, you shudder to think about it. His hand rubs along your stomach, teeth attaching to your shoulder, “You think any of us have took?” laughing when your eyes show true fear for the first time. “I saw all of them spill in you. I was hoping for an heir. Remember this Dovey, it doesn’t matter who fucked the baby in you, it’s mine.”

“Get off.”

“Giving up, sweet Dove?” his teeth connect to your neck, and he gives a deep growl on your skin. “You can’t until I say you’re done. You’re my property. It’ll do you some good to remember that.”

When you try to hit him and fight him off, he pins your hands hard above your head, that devilishly handsome face smirking down at you. Vile, he’s completely and utterly vile, and your body betrays you every time. “You know when you act like this, it only makes me want to punish you and make you behave.”

“Stop.”

His hands run through your velvety folds; his voice roaring with laughter at just how much you’re dripping. “Tell your cunt you don’t like this Dovey. I saw the videos, Mike had his whole hand up there. You like it rough.”

“Mike knew when to fucking stop,” he deals you another slap to your face, squeezing your cheeks, he turns you to look at him. Slamming his lips on you for a bruising kiss. You bite on his lip, and when he tastes his own blood, you see his eyes fully dilate. Charles’ knees move between your thighs. Using them to spread your legs. You haven’t wore clothes since that first night. The two of them keeping you in your chambers naked and ready whenever they should want you.

“Do it,” you shake your head no. He loves when you beg him to stop. Could nearly cum when you fight back. “You little bitch! Beg your king to stop.”

“But you won’t!”

“You’re right, but I can make it a lot worse for you. Want me to call Curtis? I’ll have that cunt stretched over both of us.”

“Please, stop! I fucking hate you, you could never compare to them!”

“There’s a good girl,” his hips lurch forward, spearing into your sopping and abused hole with no regard of letting you adjust. Thrusting into you without care or rhythm, because it doesn’t matter what you want, it only matters what he wants. At the very least Curtis can make you cum, but Charles is brutal.

He presses his fingers past your lips, and pushes down on your tongue, a dark fury crossing over his face at the first sign of drool that slips out your mouth. His pace at a racing speed as he lets the bed pound against the wall. His voice grunting out his sick pleasure, loving when other people in the castle can hear him.

Not even stopping when his just as sick brother walks in to watch the show. Your body pliant and used only for them. “Getting better little brother. You think he’s doing better, Dovey?” you shoot daggers at Curtis, still unable to talk due to Charles’ fingers filling your mouth. “See that Charles, she doesn’t like that. Maybe I should make her my whore.”

“Your whore, my wife,” Charles releases a piercing scream as he races for the finish line, “Deny it Princess, this cunt is squeezing me so fucking tight,” even if you could talk, you couldn’t argue. Can’t deny that this harsh pace isn’t doing something to you. Closing your eyes you envision any of your former guards over top of you. Hating that seeing the tears break through your lashes only causes Charles to rut into you harder. “Brought tears to your eyes you filthy. Fucking. Whore,” finally his pace slows as he lets your cunt milk him dry.

He pulls out to watch his spend drip down onto the sheets below. Charles uses his finger to gather his spunk; shoving it back in your swollen channel. “Fuck it back in her Curtis, I gotta get ready for our wedding.”

Curtis already begins to remove his clothes before he’s practically jumping on the bed, “Such a good little fuckdoll for us. Ready to tap out?”

“Never.”

“Good. You could always run. The Huntsman’s been itching for another pretty thing to chase and take.”

Chapter 11: The Huntsman

Summary:

Summary: You can’t take anymore, so run away

Pairings: Freezy X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, chase kink, dubcon, oral sex (male receiving), poison, death of a major character, blood, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

You sit up in your finally empty bed. Your body naked as always, sore, raw, and dripping. Always fucking dripping. You smell them all over you, almost feel them leaking out of you. Looking down at your body, you see the callous marks left behind from their hands, teeth, and overall body. Looking down at your finger that stupid ring that binds you to him, and by extension…them.

Getting up because you need a shower; hoping the heat can wash away the stench of Charles and Curtis down the drain. You had heard that they were leaving for a few days. Finally some freedom.

The scalding water runs over your skin, and you just revel in the feeling. Standing under the stream and unmoving. Praying that it was over. Wishing you could leave this awful place. And it hits you, if you’re going to run, you got to do it now.

Hurrying to finish up your shower, you barely dry off before dressing yourself. It might be a long travel to the north, but it’s worth it. Anything is better than being a chained wife waiting to be bred…or dead.

Gathering as much clothes and food as you think you’ll need, you flee the castle. Run away from this life in search of your old one. Hoping with every part of you, that they will continue to guard and take care of you.

A couple of wees pass and nothing. Just walking and traveling onwards. Another day and there’s something inside of you that feels wrong. Growing ever paranoid about the man they warned you about. The man they promised would find you, and enjoy taking you apart.

Barely making any distance between yourself and the disgusting duo because you can’t stop your wandering eyes. Can’t help but have a sneaking suspicion that you’re being followed.

You stop your movements to look around the forest. The trees too dense to see too far in front of you, and you swear you hear him. Holding tighter to your pack you begin a fast trot, but with a wild yell through the forest from an unseen man, you drop everything and start to sprint. You know this area, an area where Steve and Bucky sometimes would hunt.

Your arms propel you faster and you let out a loud yelp, when you hear a snarl right behind you. “Help me!” your voice screams through the forest to no avail. But with every step it leads you closer to them. Closer to freedom and happiness.

Unsure of whether your mind is playing tricks on your or if it’s really him, a shadowed figure runs past you on your left, releasing a feral snarl, and you change your direction.

Limbs and leaves smack at your exposed skin, but he’s still close enough to hear. Still close enough to almost smell. His animalistic movements are too near, and you change your direction again. Jumping over rocks and roots, “Somebody help!”

“They left princess,” he growls into the open woods, and you feel your heart break. You were ready to give up a crown to live in an odd little family of seven men. Giving up, you stop in the forest. Your fists go to your eyes and you realize how very much alone you are.

His large frame walks into your view and you fall to your knees. You know there’s no escape and they’re not here to save you. “They’re protecting and fucking your little sister.”

“I don’t care,” you stub up, but even you hear your voice crack.

“Aw, sweet little Dove. Can’t call you innocent can I?” walking ever closer to your kneeling body, he runs his hand over your head. It’s nearly humiliating the way he chastises you. “How many you’ve fucked and let use you. A princess without her chastity, and now no husband.”

He kneels down with you, growling in your ear, before grabbing a handful of your hair and forcing your head up to look at him. “They sent me you know? Your husband and fuck boy.”

“I know.”

“They don’t want you back. Charles was beginning to like you. Whatever are you going to do? All alone in the woods with no one to protect you and the cunt smelling so sweet. Any wolf could just eat you up.”

You fall on your butt and start backing away from him. “I don’t wanna die.”

“I could take you to my home with the others. A quick death would be much more satisfying for you. Not as fun for me. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to tear you apart,” pulling out a vial from his pocket he jiggles it in front of you. “Deadly poison for people who consume it. And you will.”

Standing back up on his legs, he fumbles around with his zipper before pulling out his angry cocking. Fisting it in his hand and letting a few drops of the poison spill on his length. Overcome with emotion you run again.

Still on a mission to find them, find anyone at this point. Hearing his sinister laugh echo through the woods. “You made this more fun for me Dovey!” his voice angrily grunts in the twilight air.

Seeing your cabin come in to view, you scream as loud as possible, “Somebody save…!” but the Freezy huntsman tackles you down to the mossy forest floor.

The two of you fight for dominance but he’s able to flip you on your back, pinning you down. With his knees on your arms he shoves his poisoned cock through your lips. Stopping only when you sputter and choke on the apple flavored toxin. “Open up wide and pretty Dovey. It’s the last breath you’ll ever take.”

Grabbing the back of your head he fucks your mouth with no regard to you. Your eyes already getting heavy from the apple concoction. Hearing voices in the distance, but your world blurs away, eyes closing to see the worried Jake in your face, “Dove, don’t you dare! Beck! Doc, Get your ass over here!”

Beck slaps at your face, and forces open your eyes, “Princess you fight it! Mother fucker! What did they do to you?” he asks, running his soft hands over your marked body.

Gurgles and sputters surround you before the other five stand over top your body. Steve and Bucky drenched in sweat and blood, all of them kneeling before you, when you close your eyes for the last time.

Chapter 12: Happily Ever After

Summary:

Summary: The men mourn you

Pairings: All 7 men X Reader

Rating: silly

Warnings: have you made it this far? no warnings, just mentions of death, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 800

Your seven men gather around your lifeless body, unsure of how they got here. How they could have ever let you go into the clutches of those horrible princes. They took way too much pleasure in disposing of their body, getting a nice chunk of change from their father. Even the King did not like his sons. He had heard about the depraved things they were doing to you, and then the other betrothed princesses. Thankfully, he had his own daughter that would take the throne.

But now here you are. Lying frozen in time. Dr. Beck had watched over you, while the rest avenged your death. His fingers skimmed over your marks while he silently cussed the evil princes. Now standing around your body, they wished they had held you closer. Wanting to go back to when they walked you through the gates of hell.

While there’s nothing that can be done, they can’t help but stare at you longer. Desiring nothing more than for you to be in a deep slumber and any moment you would awake. "We coulda done it ya know?“ Jake’s tearful eyes looks around the room. "We coulda kept her from them. Kept her safe, and…she was happy with us. Weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Bucky chokes out, using his metal hand to wipe away a salty tear. "It worked.“

"Damn right it did,” Lee agrees. "Didn’t even feel jealous, just wanted her, and ta see that pretty little smile.“

Steve’s thumb brushes over your chilled cheek, giving your form a smile before pressing his lips against a bruise. His mouth moving over to every mark they left behind. Followed shortly by the other six men. All seven pairs of lips smooshing up against your body. Beck even swears you start heating up with the motions.

"It’s like she’s here,” Colin responds after kissing hard on some marks on your legs.

Mike stands up to look at your beautiful face, squinting when he swears he sees your eyes flutter. Normally kissing a corpse seems disgusting. But they’re kissing away your pain. Slowly he leans forward to kiss your forehead, lingering in place to heat you up. Your eyes completely open, and you’re confused as to where you are and what’s happening to you, but you feel them. Smell them all around you.

“What are you guys doing?” the seven of them jump back to look down at you.

“Y-y-you were dead. We saw…Beck he…what just happened?” Jake’s eyes go everywhere, but mostly on the doctor who stands looking just as confused.

Bucky smirks shaking his head, “Cursed poison always has an antidote. So who is it Dovey?” you don’t understand. Your eyes looking over his face baffled. “True love’s kiss. When you died, who were you thinking about?”

“Well…” you look amongst the see of blue eyes. All of them present. "I was thinking about getting back home to you.“

"So it’s Bucky? You fell in love with the creepy soldier?” Colin looks a bit miffed, but also hurt. Bucky can’t help but laugh, you see written all over his face, he understands. "I don’t find this funny. We each took care of you.“

"She’s not saying me, you dipshit. ‘You’, as in all of us Princess?” you softly smile and nod your head. "Was it that fun?“

"It always was, before the sex. But…we can’t?”

“The hell we can’t,” Lee goes to sit beside your body, his hand gently rubbing on your face. "We already know you can handle all a us. We’ve seen each of us sink into that tight little pussy a yers. I’m okay with this. Everybody else?“ the men all nod their head.

"We’ll need to have a schedule. You aren’t going to be forced to take us all at once every night,” Steve begins. Overwhelmed. The seven of them discuss the goings on of this new relationship, a reverse harem of the most fierce, protective, and sexy men.

“Wait…you’re…we’re doing this?”

“Dovey, only if you want to?” Steve is the next one to sit on the bed beside you. Everyone’s tears all but gone.

“What about Charles and Curtis?”

“Dead. Dead dead. Got a lot of money out of that, so we can totally take care of you,” Jake gives you a smile, sitting at the foot of your bed to rub your feet. “That’s all any of us want to do.”

And so it was, the eight of you living in an non-traditional reverse harem. Splitting your time between the seven of them, to spending time as a full on family. It doesn’t make sense, but it works out beautifully, effortlessly, and harmoniously. Who knows what this forest could hold, what else could be here…but one thing is for certain, you’ve got seven men to protect you, and the eight of you will live happily ever after!

 

THE END MY FRIEND

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Into the Woods Verse