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One Woman's Chaotic Mess
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork
My name is Amber and I'm in my 30's. Sometimes a writer. Click on MASTERLIST for my writing and challenges. I also add my work to AO3 under the name AmbieBambi I do not do taglists anymore. What is this blog? It's my mess.
Summary- 1.4k Alpha Curtis Everett x Omega Reader. Frantic from your heat, the Alpha takes it further than you expected him to and now you're tied to him
Warnings- More sex, cum play, biting. This is an 18+ Only Blog.
A/N- Thank you for reading, Comments and reblogs are appreciated. Happy Reading.
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You woke to find him next to you in the nest, not quite asleep but his eyes were half closed, holding you against him.
Your body was raging to fuck again, to feel him knot you once again, to be full of his cum and unable to move.
It made you growl as you moved to pull in against him, but he pounced first. His hand was circling around the front of your throat with a slight squeeze in warning for you to stay still as he shifted to hover over you. You fought against it, while your nails dragged heavily down his muscled back, sure to draw blood. “Marking me as yours?” He grunted out with a smirk and your nails digging down sharper while your slick rubbed against his muscled leg, that he pushed against you, making you rub against his hairy thigh to get some relief.
“Punishing you for being so slow.” You snapped back, throwing your head back and your back bowing when he sucked on your breast, pulling your nipple sharply between his teeth. You wanted more and it still wasn't nearly enough while you fucked yourself on his thigh.
Prying your hand off his back, smeared in his blood, you wrapped your hand around his cock, jerking him.
His brow arched up as he licked over your nipple, a rumble escaping him. “You’re such a violent little Omega.” He smirked as he bit on your nipple, the sharpness making you squeak out about wanting more. “Make me come.” He challenged and you twisted your hand around his cock and shifting up to get your pussy off his thigh. You slid his thick head through your slick folds, coating him in your scent while running your hand up and down his cock, spreading yourself all over him. He marked your breasts with sharp nips, intending to bruise you, sending jolting shocks that had you wetter than before. “You’re fucking driving me crazy.” Curtis dropped his head to your chest while he rocked into your hand, groaning whenever you twisted your slick coated palm around him, exploring every part of his cock and balls with your fingertips.
It became to much and he pushed up, swatting your hands away to jerk himself harshly over your withering body, spurts of hot seed shooting all over your chest. He was still throbbing when he spread your thighs wide apart and fucked his still hard cock into your wet pulsing core. His palm spread across your coated chest, smearing himself into your skin and scooping thick dollop to stuff into your mouth, making your eyes roll back and suck.
The taste was intoxicating to you, swallowing his taste over and over. “That’s right Omega, you’re all fucking mine. Gonna be so good.” He pulled out of you, his hands sliding between your inner thighs, spreading his spend all into your soft skin there. His typically blazing blue eyes were almost black now.
Another jerk had you flung into the nest and he took you from behind. You wanted to scramble away, all the warnings screaming in your mind to run, that something was about to happen but you didn’t know what, all the sensations and the Alpha wrapping around you overwhelming you.
Curtis’s heavy body was crushing down into you, and you felt his mouth latch onto where your shoulder met your neck, causing ripples of pleasure to make you submit to the sensation. “Curtis.” The only words you were able to spit out, trying to get his attention or ask for more, now you no longer knew. His tongue dragged against the sensitive spot, and his lips skimming over and over, driving you mad, what you really wanted was sharpness, a heavy body crushing you while he sank teeth into you.
No, you don’t.
The way his mouth would mark you, leave you unable to go back to the omega passing as a beta every day. If he scarred you, everyone would know, and he would always find you. You shouldn’t want that, but you did in your heat-driven mind. You needed this strong Alpha to claim you.
Don’t do the bond!
Whatever was left of your sanity screaming while starting to fight against him the more aggressive Curtis got fucking you. Leaving marks all over you, his warning growl made your omega self want to submit, arching your neck for him even as you tried to push him away.
NO!
It was too late, piercing teeth sank in sharply, making you scream and buck under him, pleasure you’ve never experienced before made your vision go black. Coming once more on his cock and he roared loudly in your ear.
When you finally came back, you felt his knot once more. Pulsing inside of your swollen cunt, even as sensitive as you were you were grinding back against him still. His heavy, sweaty body was plastered to your back, and a deep, sharp soreness made you whimper into the messy nest underneath you.
But what made you feel despair was the bond you could feel; it pulsed in your chest like a throb you knew wasn’t you. It was too masculine, felt too much like the Alpha keeping you in the nest. A sob escaped you, and immediately, you felt his hands smooth along your side and his purr vibrate from his chest, his need to soothe his new mate.
*
When it finally ended, you felt no heat simmering in your core, no need to mate with the Alpha who claimed your cage as his space. You had no idea of how many days it had been. After Curtis bonded you, it was a blur. Just the feral demands you made on him, and he matched every single one till you were sated and burrowed in the nest.
But now he was gone, you were alone in this mess of destroyed sheets and heat-bruised body. You couldn't even blame him for any of the marks left on you, except where he savagely bit your shoulder. With a wince, you touched the spot and felt the jagged, scabbed-over mark.
It was going to scar, which was his intention when doing it. You felt angry tears well up, so you swiped them away.
So many years of hiding what you were was all gone. You now had no more standing beyond belonging to Curtis, his personal toy, slave, property to do whatever he wanted with. You heard the stories of alphas who handed their omegas out to anyone simply because they could; as a bonded omega, you had absolutely no say in what happened to you.
That made you sick in your heart, because you didn't know Curtis. He was the ruthless Alpha who tore apart the train, murdered countless, and ruled this city into destruction and fear. Would he ruin you completely? Pass you around? Would he keep you caged in this dark room for the rest of your life?
A upset concerned twang filled your chest suddenly, snapping you out of your racing thoughts, because that most definitely wasn’t you.
The bond.
That had to be the Alpha’s concerns you were feeling, it was like a line in your chest, connected to make your heart feel in a way it never has before. Your hand splayed against your chest as you studied the sensation.
It was foreign, and it was all wrong to you. Your mind wanted to reject it, pull it out of your body, and toss it away. The bond called to your omega senses, wanting to be accepted and embraced, which made you want to hum your omega happiness.
Tears welled up in your eyes.
There was no breaking a mating bond, you couldn't just reject him. This horrible Alpha had tied you to him till death do you part.
This made your omega pleased to be claimed, and you wanted to scream in fear and rage.
That string hummed in a gentle vibration, meant to calm you.
“There has to be a way to break it.” You started to pace back and forth frantically, ignoring the constant reassuring sensation in your chest. “This can't be it, this can't be my life now.” A sob escaped you. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.”
You were supposed to meet someone, feel those sparks, find love and passion within each other, it was supposed to be YOUR choice.
Not this, not claimed.
Your hand shot back up to the torn wound pulsing painfully in that curve where your neck met your shoulder. It wasn’t a dream; you could already feel the bond tying itself into your body like a parasite, unable to ever rip it out.
Man who is so so heavy handed and rough during sex but it's just because he's pussy whipped and love drunk that he doesn't even realise how much of his weight he's using.
This little guy flew into my car while we were driving on the interstate. Shocked he made it. Luckily was able to release him in a better location then where cars are zooming constantly.
This little guy flew into my car while we were driving on the interstate. Shocked he made it. Luckily was able to release him in a better location then where cars are zooming constantly.
Old Man Boo is still as grumpy as ever, even after a bath on a hot day.
And then... I uncovered a granite slab my father laid down here about 30 years ago. I'm determined to uncover all them from this childhood garden path.
When in Life Is Short So Make It Sweet, Curtis talks about his grandmother's gardens, it hits home. This was once beautiful and even though it still is in a wild way, I want to bring some of it back.
When I see this, I see what happened when life got hard and things like this got neglected. There are plants in this mess my grandparents grew in their greenhouses that are irreplaceable now, not to mention what own parents did.
I want some of it back, i can appreciate it now like i couldn't when I was a kid. And Im stubborn enough to uncover every damn stone by hand. 🤣
Do that's all I got. I hope everyone here is finding some quiet in this loud world.
I saw a post going around a while ago (including from a non-US moot) about getting comfortable lying to law enforcement
Here's the thing. In the US.
DO NOT TALK TO LAW ENFORCEMENT IN THE FIRST PLACE.
If you are in a situation where you're lying to law enforcement, you are already interacting too much. STOP TALKING.
You can ask if you are free to go. You can keep asking.
Per the National Lawyers Guild, ESPECIALLY do not lie to the FBI. Do not say things to them that could be construed as lying. Those are serious charges. The best way around that is NOT TALKING.
In the words of the National Lawyers Guild: SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Since lying to the FBI is such a serious crime, the feds will sometimes ask questions that they already know the answers to, just to see if you'll lie to them. That way, even if the initial charges turn out to be bullshit, they still got you on obstructing a federal investigation or whatever -- even if they immediately knew it was a lie and therefore were not obstructed in the slightest.
