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babyjakes · 4 months

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devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

warnings | extremely dark, the darkest thing i've ever written (we've entered dead dove do not eat territory; please heed ALL warnings.) canon-level mature themes: kidnapping, torture films, murder. implications that reader will be killed. robert is cold and ruthless. innocent!virgin!reader. filming of illicit sex tape. reader is blindfolded and gagged. restraints. medfet elements: robert's little setup is giving vintage white tile exam room, exam table, stirrups, those gd black gloves, speculum use. clit focus (puff puff content incoming.) vibrator. multiple forced orgasms. squirting. overstimulation. mocking and degradation. robert puts a cig out on reader's leg. written in 3rd person idk.

word count | 1,485

an | i'm kind of sitting here like wtf, ,, what is this and how did it come out of me lol. a little nervous to post, but i trust you guys to make responsible decisions about the media you consume!!! i'll probably never write something this fucked up again but for whatever reason it was just flowing out of me tonight folks, please again i'm begging you go read the warnings, like a second time through wouldn't hurt lol, and i hope you enjoy!!

Bringing its bitter end to his lips, Robert used one hand to draw in a deep breath of his dwindling cigarette, the other lazily holding a black magic wand in its designated place. He was nearly an hour into the day's filming session, and his subject was reaching a level of exhaustion and misery that made her more annoying to play with than anything else. But knowing he needed to milk at least a little more footage out of her before putting her back under and calling it a day, the man kept at the task. He tried to remind himself that he should be enjoying himself; considering the kinds of commissions he generally had to choose from, this particular case was a treat. A pretty little virgin, as soft and pure as the early spring rain, with the most stunning body the criminal had ever had the privilege of defiling. He could spend another thirty minutes at his station, watching as all the life and dignity were drained out of his poor little victim like blood dripping to the cold tile floor.

Through the musty cloth rammed between her battered lips, the poor girl's cries were escalating as her tormentor swirled the curve of the wand's slick bulb over her burning clit. Robert knew what her worsening wails meant; with a callous grin, he pulled his cig from his mouth just in time to press its smoking end to the girl's inner thigh as she came. With the howl she let out, he was thankful for the buffer the gag provided. "Noisy little bitch," he laughed as her juices sprayed out against his gloved hands. "That's it, slut. Fucking take it."

Glancing at the camcorder sitting off to his side, Robert considered his options. As much satisfaction as he derived from seeing how many orgasms could be wrung out of the poor thing before her body knocked her out as an act of mercy, his sadistic tendencies were getting bored of the monotony. Tossing the used cigarette to the floor, the man slowed the wand to a stop. He rolled away slightly on his stool, tossing the condom that was wrapped over the toy's head into the large black trash bag sitting in the center of the large room's floor. This far into his career, Robert had his methods down to a science. There was a way to keep everything clean, everything untraceable.

It was the whole purpose of his "worksite"; it provided a secure, controlled environment for the entire job to take place in, from start to flatline finish. The "set" was by far his favorite portion of the space, and understandably so, as it's where his sick imagination got to run wild for hours, days on end. And his clients were just as enthusiastic about the vivid stage he had put together for their subjects to shine on. It was somewhat inspired by a vintage gynecology office. He had the classic off-white exam table, equipped with a daunting pair of metal stirrups that were always positioned just a little wider than what would be comfortable. A sturdy set of restraints were of course a must, and to make sure the camera picked up on every agonizing detail, he had installed an adjustable surgical light overhead that could be aimed and drawn in to illuminate any area or action he chose. He hadn't struggled to gather all the tools and instruments he could ever want, either. A few of his buyers were licensed professionals themselves, opening the door to acquiring inventory from the big-name brands in bulk.

The other corners of the room had their designated uses as well: one with a filthy mattress for the unconscious victims to waste away on as heavy drugs pumped through their systems, another with large plastic sheets covering the floor, walls, and ceiling where the poor souls were hosed down (inside and out) before a bullet to the temple inevitably ended their long days of suffering. But most of their waking hours were spent on that dreaded padded table, the very spot where Robert's most recent capture was using the few moments he spent away from his station desperately trying to regain control of her breathing.

He returned to his position swiftly after switching out his soiled pair of black gloves for fresh ones, not wanting to waste any of his or his client's time. The sight of the girl's abused sex was enough to make the man drool; it had been quite some time since he had seen such a marvelous-looking cunt, so glorious in its messy destruction. Knowing he should share the beautiful sight, he took the time to adjust the camera, zooming in from a full-body shot to focus solely on the spot between the victim's legs. With the humiliating inspection he was preparing to perform, he wanted to be sure his buyer got to see each drop of come the poor girl let out, every twitch and spasm he would pull from her helpless body.

"Now let's see here," the man breathed as he brought his gloved fingers up to gently spread out the ruined-looking pussy before him. Noticing the way his subject winced as her puffy folds were pried open, he couldn't help but laugh in dark delight. He drew his attention to her throbbing clit, noting how much it had grown in size from all those unwanted orgasms he had forced out of her. Its hood was completely retracted, leaving the poor bud exposed to the open air. In a moment of perverted curiosity, Robert pinched the hardened nub harshly between his fingers, earning the prettiest sob he had heard from the girl all day. He chuckled once more, rolling and pulling at the knot of flesh for a few more seconds of additional torture before finally moving his hands away.

"What do you think? Should we try for one more?" he mused mockingly as he grabbed a plastic speculum from one of the drawers built in beneath the table, unwrapping it and tossing its trash to the side before pausing to grin deviously over his victim. Glancing up at her head, he realized it was still covered with a black hood he had put on her at the beginning of the shoot. The buyer had requested for her to be blindfolded like this for a decent portion of the film, offering the explanation that she was "afraid of the dark," and that he wanted to see her in as much pain and fear as humanly possible. The hood had served its purpose for the day, but now, Robert wanted the poor girl to see each and every way he was going to be violating her body in real time. In one swift motion, he reached up and pulled the pocket of fabric away, exposing her stunning tear-stained face. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted viciously. Just as he was hoping, her cries worsened as she saw the dreaded tool in his hands. He had a certain liking for holding up the devices he was preparing to use to see his victim's reactions; after all, he got off on fear and dread just as much as his clients did.

"Time to open up this pretty little cunt and see what kind of damage we did," the man enthused as he forced the tip of the instrument into the girl's drenched opening. By now, she had been well stretched out and ruined by her captor's horrific methods. Grappling with his usual lack of restraint and self-control, Robert had barely made the drive back with the girl tied up in his trunk without pulling over and popping that perfect little cherry on his own time, without a single camera properly rolling.

Turning the speculum as it was fully inserted, the man took great pleasure in squeezing the handle to force the tool open, each tiny click that sounded only stretching the poor thing's aching walls out to a further, more painful degree. "There," he sighed in satisfaction as the last notch was reached. Pulling his hands away, he gave himself and the camera a few seconds to enjoy the view of the girl's milky insides, so worn and sore from the days of torture she'd endured.

"Alright. One more," he finally hummed, using his gloved fingers to collect some of the plentiful slick dripping from the speculum before dragging them up to find that adorable little button he loved bullying so much. Her fading sobs were revived in an instant, her throat growing hoarse from all the screaming she'd done. But as much as she cried, Robert was determined to get one final orgasm from her before putting her back under for the day. After spending so much time making that pretty pussy as puffy and sensitive as possible, he deserved to see it coming all stretched out painfully over his instrument of choice.

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foxgloveprincess · 9 months

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Summary: When problems arise, the group always works together.

Word Count: 1,597

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Warnings: Dark, Lots of Implied References to Dark Themes/Actions, Kidnapping, Death/Murder, Stalking/Surveillance, Possessiveness, Banter, Cursing, Callous Regard for Life. Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: I’m loving tying these chapters in to connect the other stories in this universe. Next stories I’ll be working on are Lloyd’s introduction and a second chapter for Andy and maybe Jake. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!

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“Fuck!” Andy storms into the meeting hall, carding his fingers through his hair. “Fuck.” He slumps into the seat set up for him and runs his hand over his face. “She’s sick.”

“Your happy little housewife?” Lloyd asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Color me surprised.”

“Have you contacted the doctor yet?” Ari asks, cutting a sharp look toward the mercenary before returning his attention to the Andy.

“He can’t see her til Saturday,” he sniffs, standing up to pace back and forth outside the circle. His hand covers his mouth as he does, attempting to hide his worry, his weakness.

“Your girl isn’t going to die from a couple days in bed,” Robert snarks with a roll of his eyes.

Andy drops his hand and glares at the blasé remark. “Watch your mouth.”

Lloyd snaps a few times, drawing attention, excitement shining in his eyes. “Now’s your chance,” he enthuses with a smile and tilt of his brow. “The perfect time to move your girl outta that shitty basement and up into the cozy attic.” He gestures with his hands and shakes his head with mirth. “She’s weak and vulnerable right now. You show her you’re not a complete bastard and just want to take care of her—I’m telling you, it’ll be perfect.”

“I already offered to take her up there,” Andy growls, and resumes pacing. “She spat in my face.”

Lloyd snorts, waving through the air as he says, “Wait, wait, wait. You gave her a choice?”

“Of course I gave her a choice,” Andy snaps back. His voice drops, under his breath he sneers, “I’m not a monster.”

Lloyd cackles and clutches at his chest. “That’s exactly what you are, goody two-shoes.”

Robert grunts in agreement. Ari remains silent but fold his arms across his chest and cooly meets the attorney’s eye.

“Roll with it,” Robert advises, “the sooner you accept that you’re no longer squeaky clean, the more you can shape your life into what you want.”

The doors opposite each other in the meeting room both burst open. Jake enters one, Ransom the other—both hurried and bordering on frantic.

“Guys, I need help,” Jake says as Ransom blurts, “I’m in deep shit.”

The rest of the group turn toward one or the other, confused by their behavior. Andy’s hands raise in a gesture of affronted incredulity. Ari’s raise to silence them all.

“Wait a minute, one at a time,” the older man bids. The two exchange a terse glance before nodding toward the de facto leader of the group. “What’s wrong?” he asks with a wave toward Jake’s direction.

The young man’s hands fidget, fingers flexing and arms crossing. “It’s her agent,” he replies, a sharp bite in his tone, “she needs to stay the fuck away from my angel.”

“What?” Robert asks, a lecherous glint in his eye, “she making a move?”

Jake’s head shakes, brow furrowed in his displeasure. “She’s trying to push her into a PR relationship.” He pauses and faces the group, vulnerable before them and desperation bright behind his glasses. “I haven’t been able to find it in the emails yet, but I know it’s there. My baby would never do this to me.” He meets the eye of every other member of the group, pleading without words. “I gotta get her away from that.”

Lloyd’s brow quirks. Ari’s furrows in thought. Andy pulls out his chair to take a begrudging seat. Ransom continues to stand—waiting for attention to return to his dilemma.

“Is that right?” Lloyd asks, resting his fingers over his lips and breathing deeply. His lips quirk at scent lingering at the tips. Though his tone remains dubious, he leans forward in interest. “Seems your only choice is to grab her. You ready?”

“I am,” Jake agrees with a quick nod. “But even if I weren’t, I couldn’t leave her like that.”

Lloyd’s hand falls away to reveal a smirk before he glances to the other two experienced members of the group. Ari nods. Robert shrugs. At the exchange, Ransom rolls his eyes, his foot beginning to tap in impatience.

“It’ll be tricky for you with her celebrity,” Ari intones, still thoughtful as he leans back and crosses his arms. “Too many people might notice her disappearance.” His head tilts toward the mercenary in the group. “You think you could figure it out?”

Lloyd’s shoulders lift in an enthusiastic shrug. “If I call in a favor or two. Could play it off like how I got my sweet li’l girl,” he muses with excitement. “Or you wanna handle this Freezy?”

“Fuck that,” the man in question grunts, voice gritty with annoyance. He pulls out a cigarette and rests it on his bottom lip while searching his pockets. “You deal with that shit.” The click of the lighter concludes his refusal with a beat of finality.

“Oooh,” Lloyd drawls, hands rubbing together. His eye gleam and mischief radiates from his every pore. “This is gonna be fun.” He leans back, brandishing his phone and begins tapping happily on the screen. The light of it highlights his features and his macabre glee at his task.

Jake takes the empty seat beside him and observes over his shoulder. A point and mutter of suggestion exchanged between the two as they work together. All thought of the group forgotten.

“Now,” Robert says with a snap of his fingers toward Ransom’s looming figure, “can we make this quick? My princess got hit by the crimson tide and I need to get in there. The fuck is up with you?”

Ransom startles out of his thoughts, stepping forward and gripping the back of his chair. “I found her,” he snarls—his ire either directed at the hitman’s testy temperament or his own predicament without clear target.

“You did?” Ari asks without an attempt at concealing his skepticism.

“Yeah, I did,” Ransom replies with insulted emphasis.

Lloyd’s head pops up from his phone, curiosity sparkling despite Jake’s perturbation at the pause. “What number was she on your list?”

Ransom’s fingers squeeze the plastic of the chair. It creaks under his grip and the legs flex dangerously. His head dips and he mumbles. No one catches a word.

Andy leans forward, trying to decipher the man’s quiet response without success and asks, “What was that?”

Ransom looks up with a fierce glare. His jaw ticks as he grits out, “She wasn’t on my list.”

No one makes a comment until Lloyd crows with laughter. He grips his peck and doubles over, too pleased by the revelation. Robert smirks and pushes his glasses up his nose. Ransom rolls his eyes and skirts around the chair to sit.

“I’m glad you’re settling down,” Ari says with a firm pat to Ransom’s shoulder.

He huffs in response and leans back in his seat, letting his legs spread wide. “Unfortunately, she works for my grandad and that old bastard will definitely suspect me when she disappears, but I need her.”

“Serves you right,” Lloyd says with a snicker and elbow to the tech genius beside him. Jake shifts and only briefly lifts his gaze from his device. “Now you gotta be just as love sick as the rest of us.”

Ransom hisses and sneers, but the mercenary’s already back to his task.

“That it?” Robert puffs smoke toward him with the question.

The trust fund baby grimaces. “Yes,” he bites.

“Thank fuck. I can do that easy.” The hitman stands and shrugs on his jacket. “I’ll text you in a couple weeks. Just make sure when I do, you get witnesses—preferably your grampa himself. You’ll be in the clear and go home to a sweet li’l thing in your attic.” He taps off the ash from his cigarette and cocks his head. “Just like I did with Mr. Hero over there for his hellcat.” He chuckles at Andy’s glare and straightens.

“That’s not gonna cut it,” Ransom barks back. “Harlan’s way too cunning. He’ll know.” He gestures to his temple and stands back up, stepping firmly toward the hitman. “It can’t just be a smash and grab. We’ll need to plan this out step by step—a long game.”

“Fine. Do it your way, prick,” Robert grunts with a glare, nudging his chair back from the circle. “Now, can I get home?”

The men exchange looks. Jake stands, phone tucked to his side. A wave of his hand prompts Lloyd to follow. Lloyd looks up and shrugs, grabbing his own jacket from his chair.

“If we don’t have any other business, I suppose.”

With a muttered, “great,” Robert spins on his heel and charges off without any further notice.

Ransom grumbles and glances around in agitation, hesitating only a second before dashing after the hitman’s quickly retreating figure. The door closes behind them with a clunk. Jake follows, a skip in his step while Lloyd brings his phone to his ear and greets the voice on the line. A flash of a wink sent over his shoulder toward the oldest member of the group before he bursts out the door.

Ari hums, deep and low, and turns toward Andy. The man’s jaw ticks with frustration. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Shame hangs heavy on his shoulders, a sense of failure. Ari can smell it in the air. He smooths his hands over his thighs and waits for the D.A. to acknowledge him. Andy turns almost immediately, eager to hear any word of advice.

“I think it’s time I step in,” Ari declares leaving no room for argument.

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cottagecheese1 · 11 months

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Knocking on the devils door

Summary: When you come back from college for summer break, the last thing you expected was to have a stepdad.

Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader

Warnings - not really smut but close enough, robert is a weirdo

College was fun. Well, except juggling classes and doing work wasn't all that fun, but other than that, you enjoyed it. Before you left home, you and your mom got into this huge argument about how you shouldn't go to college and just stay in your hometown and find a rich husband to take care of you, so you can become a housewife like her.

You have always been an independent person, but your mom never really understood that. Every time you would bring up getting a job or going to college, she would refuse, and ask you why you wouldn't just get a husband.

Then again, you do keep in mind that she is your mother and always has been, so you hoped that if you put this little hardship behind you, your mom would understand and also do the same.

You pulled into the driveway and took a quick gander at your childhood home. Nothing has changed even before you left, but what you did notice was an ice cream truck parked right in front of you. How strange.

As soon as you get out of your car, you smooth your shirt out. Taking in a deep breath, and walking up to the front door, knocking with your left hand while you hold your bag in the other. After waiting for a good two minutes, you raised your hand to knock once again until a tall man with long hair and a scruffy mustache answered the door.

"Listen, kid, I don't wanna buy any girl scout cookies"

He had a white T shirt on with glasses, as much as you would hate to admit it. He was a handsome man. The feeling of your tongue being caught in the back of your own throat wasn't really the most convenient.

"Um, no, sir, I'm looking for my mom? M/n?"

He looked me up and down, but before he could answer again, a high-pitched voice that was highly recognizable came quickly to the front door.

"Oh, Y/n, I'm so glad you're here! You should have called before you came! I missed you so much, sweetheart please come inside!"

To say that you were surprised was an understatement. Being welcomed into open arms by your mother after what happened really surprised you. After you came inside, and looked around at the same pictures, same radio, same dusty bookshelf that has been here since your childhood, you quickly realized there was nothing visibly different. Nothing special.

When your mother led you inside, the tall man behind you followed, "Sit down, I was just making spaghetti for tonight!" Your mother spoke joyfully. You sat quietly, waiting for someone to make conversation so you wouldn't have to.

"So, I see you met Robert, don’t worry sweetheart he may look a little intimidating, but he's not all that bad, " your mom said as she gave a heartfelt giggle. You gave a small smile and turned to look at him, you didn’t get to observe his features until now, you swear he could feel your gaze burning in the back off his head because he shifted his head around and made eye contact with you. His icy blue eyes, and scruffy facial hair made you feel some sort of way, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it..almost a little creeped out. Pulling you out of your train of thoughts was your mother, she gave a frustrated sigh, "Dammit! I forgot the pasta sauce, I'll have to run down to the store... you two don't go anywhere, and I'll be right back".

You giggled and gave a quick ‘ok’ while she grabbed her purse and walked through the front door. After your mom left, it was extremely awkward when you just sat there silently while Robert seductively eyed you up and down.

"So, you go to college?"

Giving him a quick nod, you start to speak. "Yea, sports medicine...did you marry my mom?"

He chuckled and made his way over to the fridge to grab a beer, "Yeah, so I guess that makes me your daddy, right?" He said as he took a swing of the bitter liquid. Feeling your cheeks go red, you gave an awkward laugh.

“Um, yeah I guess so, if that’s the way you think of it.” Robert cracked his beer open, and walked over to the seat beside you to sit down. Fiddling with your fingers nervously, trying to come up with a question or some kind of excuse to make this situation less awkward.

Robert reached over, and tucked the stray piece of hair behind your ear softly, “Do I make you nervous angel?” You gave a embarrassed smile, and attempted to make some space between him and you, because for some reason it felt like he was to close to you. To comfortable for just meeting you the first time.

“Not at all, why would you say that?” He then managed to get closer to you right after you said that, giving you a unsatisfied hum, he grabbed your chin softly while making you look at him, “Because you are. You don’t need to lie to your daddy angel” After he said that you pushed his hand off your face with a wide eyed look while getting up out of your seat, “Are you fucking crazy? I’m going to tell my mom.” He laughed getting up and striding over to you, never until now have you realized how much bigger he was then you, probably a lot stronger also.

Pushing you up against the kitchen wall, he grabbed your face roughly. “Your mother would never believe you, and even if she did it’s either you or me. After that little disagreement you two had about not settling down and getting a husband, not to mention you also not wanting to stay in this shit hole of a town made your mother really upset. I’ve stayed with that hag for four years, and you wouldn’t wanna ruin your relationship with her even more would you angel?”

That was your breaking point. You broke out in sobs while burying your face in Roberts shirt, “Aw, angel face..daddy didn’t mean to make you cry, let me see that pretty face sweetheart.” You looked up at him with defeat, “what do you want from me..” Robert smiled and wiped the falling tears from your cheeks, “right now I want you to be my good girl, and to look me in my eyes when I fuck you with my fat cock. I want you to beg for daddy’s dick angel.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, “no..”

All the somewhat warmth and softness that might’ve been in him disappeared at that moment, “So you want your mother to think your a whore and tried to force yourself on me? Hm?” You froze, thinking of all the things your mother has done for you, and then her going to think for a minute you tried to have sex with this man. Robert exhaled while putting his head on your forehead, “How about I give you twenty spanks for being a brat, and another ten because you’re not being a good girl, then we can start over and you can actually start being my good girl. How bout it angel?”

You looked at him angrily, “NO.” Robert raised his hand, giving you a warning smack on your cheek. “If you say no again you’ll be choking on my dick to.” There was a pregnant pause in the air for a moment before he spoke again, “if your mother gets home before we get started, it will be much much worse tonight.” With that you sighed and gave a quiet ‘alright’.

Kissing your forehead softly before following with a ‘good girl’. Pulling you in the living room, and sitting on the couch before tugging you over his lap.

Pulling your pants down, leaving you in your panties for a moment, “so pretty angel, you wear these panties for anyone else, hm?” Giving him a soft ‘no’ he gave a satisfied hum, tugging your panties down your ankles, and giving your ass a teasing smack. “Count.”

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Smack after smack went down painfully on your ass, at this point you were sobbing while counting, “twenty-five..” you just wanted it to be over, “twenty-seven..” your ass is bright red and hurts like shit, “your doing so good for daddy angel, just three more.” You gave him a whine, “twenty-nine..” you think the last one hurt the most because somehow you started crying even harder, “t-thirty…” Robert rubbed your ass soothingly, and put you on his lap. All you could do was hug him, and being in such a vulnerable state, you didn’t really care that you were clinging onto him with such urgency, “Aw, daddy’s sorry angel but you had to learn one way or another didn’t you sweet pea?” All you did was whine and bury your face in the crook of his neck, you can’t describe it, but he smelled good, “daddy..”

Robert smiled finally getting you wrapped around his finger, “did you learn your lesson?” With a burning red ass and no more fight in your body all you could do was nod your head yes.

Robert leaned down to grab your pants, accepting your answer as it is, “we need to get you cleaned up angel, we don’t need your mom finding you in such a humiliating mess honey..would hate to explain this to her wouldn’t you?” Nodding your head, and letting him wrap his arms around you. Maybe this isn’t to bad.

A/n: This isn’t usually like any of my other fic’s but I enjoyed writing it. I know it’s been a minute but I’m trying to go through my drafts at the moment!

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 Prompt: Mr. Freezy + "You have beautiful skin." + Cum Play and Knife Play

🫠🫠🫠 god yes

Edge of Release

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, knife play, rough/brutal oral sex, breath play, restraints, forced subspace, cumming untouched, cum play (facial)

Relationship: Robert Pronge x Reader

"You got beautiful skin, ya know that, sweetheart?"

His voice is ragged, shaking with barely controlled restraint. The blade of his knife rests against your bare sternum, rising and falling with every panicked breath you draw in. He drags it up and up until it rests on your lips.

You jerk away, only to knock your head against the beam you're tied to. Your head throbs more than the rest of your aching body now. Pronge smirks, his free hand going to undo his belt. He shifts closer, the knife dropping to your throat. You press your lips together and turn your head.

"C'mon now, sweet cheeks, don't wanna ruin this pretty skin but if you don't open that fuckin' mouth..."

The blade knicks your skin anyways and you gasp. Pronge takes his chance and shoves his cock down your mouth. Your throat constricts and you gag, over and over again. He holds you in place with the knife as your body convulses. Passing out, choking to death, it all rises up with bile in your stomach until he pulls out. Spit and drool spill from your lips and drag in a ragged breath now.

He does it again. Until your vision blurs, Robert fucks your throat. Your sag into the restraints and let him abuse you. Your mind let go of everything because it was all you could do. The warm blade keeps you conscious, the sharp edge dangerously pressed against your flesh, but there is no fighting it. Warmth grows in your loins and you can't even be mad. Why can't you have release too?

"Don't." Thrust. "You." Thrust. "Fuckin' dare."

He growls out the threat but it doesn't matter. A final thread of awareness snaps. Your vision whites out and you see heaven as a rush of warm and peace radiates from between your legs.

You gag around his cock a final time and he pulls out, painting your face with cum. Distantly, you hear the clatter of metal on concrete. Fingers grip your aching roughly, but your head is too heavy to move. Your jaw aches but your muscles are too sore to close your mouth. More fingers smear the mess around your face.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ sweetheart. I finally fuck ya stupid?"

You think you smile, your lips twitch at least and your words spill from your mouth. "You wish, honey."

#sloth asks #beach daydreaming #robert pronge x reader #robert pronge smut #robert pronge #dark fic #tw noncon #tw dubcon #sloths kinktober 2.0

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Evil Woman

Summary: Bobby doesn’t know how to feel about you. You scare the shit out of him. You piss him off more than anyone he’s ever met. You also fuck him so good he can barely think. Whatever he thinks about you, one thing was certain: you were evil.

Pairing: Dark!Mob Boss!Reader x sub!Robert Pronge

Warning: smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), dark!reader, mean!reader, mentions of violence, sub!Robert Pronge, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), mistress kink, mentions of past sexy times, Bobby slowly breaking, slight subspace, slight dacryphilia kink, allusions to future sexy times, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word Count: 1,927

A/N: Whoooooooooooooo! This was a lot of fun to write! I was feeling like we needed a lengthy little Bobby fic, and these babies were on my mind. I have a part 2 to this situation plotted out in my head, so let me know if you guys would be interested in reading that! It feels so nice to be writing like this again. Send an ask, reblog, comment, or something— let me know how you guys liked it! Ok! I love you 💖🫂🎂

Kisses 💋

—K

Bobby didn’t quite know how he felt about you. He didn’t love you, the scar along his tongue was enough to justify that. He didn’t hate you, which was surprising given your track record with him. He’s hated people for not shaking his hand firm or mispronouncing his name, so the fact that his heart skips a beat and his cock swells at the sound of your voice calling for him from your office confuses him to no end.

And Bobby hates being confused.

The sour look on his face only made you smile wider at him as he entered the room and stood obediently at the center of the floor. You adored when he was like this, playing with him when he was in a mood meant he was easier to tease. Easier to break.

“I’ll be working late tonight, so I’ll have to cancel our little date,” you lie through your teeth, selling the act with a faux pout. You notice how Bobby’s natural scowl deepens at the news. As much as he’d like to deny it, but Bobby was looking forward to seeing you. “I don’t think I’ll be available until Sept—“

“But—“ he interrupts, but quickly stops when your eyebrows shoot up, your head cocked in surprise. He clenches his jaw to keep from speaking any further.

“But?” You prompt and lean back into your black leather chair, the power that radiates off of you has him weak in the knees and nearly trembling.

“But… I wanted to see you…” He knew lying wouldn’t serve him, it never has, not with you. You smirk at his words, playing with the pen in your hands idly. Looking at him through your lashes, you beckon for him to come to you. Bobby squeezes his hands into fists but does as you order him. Without a word, he settles on his knees next to you, keeping his hands on his thighs and his back straight.

“You wanted to see me, pet?” You coo gently as you take in his features, your hand cupping his chin in your fingers. The combination of your soft voice and soothing touch sends Bobby into a tizzy. His gut told him not to trust your softness, but his needy heart told him to chase after it. Which one would win was yet to be decided.

“Yes, Mistress,” he answers dutifully, his own eyes were transfixed on yours when they settled on his. He definitely didn’t hate you. He fought the urge to roll his eyes when you lean in a little, internally scolding himself for leaning into your palm when you hold his jaw. You wanted to laugh at how needy and pathetic he was being, but you managed to keep your giggles to yourself. Sliding your hand into his hair, you grip the long strands firmly, pulling a breathy grunt from Bobby’s lips.

“Poor baby,” you mutter and bring your lips to brush against his cheek, his eyes shutting softly despite his better judgement. You pull back, shaking his head lightly so he opens his eyes, your gaze was smoldering, like molten lava burning beneath the surface. “How’s your tongue, Bobby?”

“Good,” he gulps at the memory of your knife and the searing pain that followed it. You tap his bottom lip.

“Show me,” your voice is level and cool, he sticks his tongue out hesitantly, revealing the scar that encompassed his tongue. You can’t help but grin and hum darkly at the sight. “Oh, look at how nicely it healed,” your thumb pet the length of his tongue sensually, letting his saliva drip messily. You give him a saddened pout, one that he almost believes. “I hated doing that to you, Bobby. I don’t like hurting you, but you needed to be taught a lesson. But look at you now,” you smile softly at him and kiss his forehead briefly, still petting his tongue, “so well behaved, such a good boy. Aren’t you glad you learned your lesson, Bobby?”

Bobby found himself nodding and humming in agreement before he could think twice about his actions. His breathing was getting heavier by the minute, his cock now fully hard in his jeans as he kneeled in front of you. You bite your lip, clearly pleased with him, Bobby hates how his body hums with excitement and satisfaction at your approval. The enticing sight of a man like Robert Pronge on his knees for you was beginning to be too much for you to resist any longer. He grumbles out a low moan when you lips meet in a messy clash of tongue and teeth. It was second nature for him to try and dominate the kiss as much as he could, but one firm tug on his hair was enough of a reminder for him.

“Don’t push it, Bobby,” you growl against his lips, the venom in your tone quickly set him straight.

“M’sorry, Mistress,” he whispers, that fuzzy feeling taking over his head bit by bit until he couldn’t wait to follow your instructions. The purr of approval pulls him out of his stupor for a moment, enough for him to realize how humiliating this is, but the moment doesn’t last long.

“I forgive you,” your words drip with lust and Bobby wants to drink each drop, “let’s put that pretty tongue of yours to good use, eh?”

A deep moan flutters through his lips before he can think twice, his hands forcefully grip the rough denim of his jeans to keep from grabbing you. You giggle at how excited he was, the tent in his pants only seemed to grow bigger and bigger each time you glanced at it, and his breathing was nearly a strained gasp, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen no matter how many breaths he took. He was absolutely pathetic.

You took some pity on him, though. He was being such a good boy for you, you couldn’t ignore that. Pulling up the short hem of your skirt, you slid to the edge of your seat, your crossed legs unwrapping to expose your black lace panties to him. The stockings you wore were meant to drive him crazy, and they did. Especially with the golden garters holding them in place against your juicy thighs.

“Go on, Bobby,” you encourage with a gentle pet to his head, which is all he needs. He buries his face into your dripping cunt with a growl, his tongue eagerly chasing the pools of arousal that seep through your lace panites. The thin whine you give in response to his actions has Bobby scooting closer and closer to you, trying to cover as much of your pussy as he possibly could. The feeling of his hands pulling your panties off and pushing your thighs apart normally would make you tsk disapprovingly at him, but when he wiggled his thick tongue into your cunt, you forgot all about scolding him.

“Oh, yes, Bobby! That’s it, baby,” you moan happily as he shakes his head from side to side, letting his nose rub firmly against your clit. His answering moan sends shivers up your spine, your hands gripping his hair firmly, guiding his already quick pace to a rough, filthy rhythm. Bobby hated his hair being pulled, he thought the sting at his scalp was annoying and demeaning. Now when he feels that sharp tug at his roots, he can’t help but moan for you. The sound, in turn, makes you whimper and pull even harder, trapping you both in a delicious cycle that neither of you want to break.

“Such a good boy for me, Bobby— fuck! Just like that, eat my pussy, baby, keep going!” You whimper when he doubles down. Looking up at you, glasses slightly foggy and askew, and his spit lewdly coating your entire cunt and most of his chin and neck. That’s what you loved about Bobby; he was a messy fucking eater. You feel the winding tension in your lower gut grow tighter and tighter as your orgasm threatened to wash over you any second. The ache in his groin nearly distracted him, but he manages to keep his hands planted obediently on your thighs. He gives the meat of your thighs an appraising squeeze, moaning at the softness of your flesh under his hands while he frantically slurps at your juices.

“M’gonna cum!” You moan thickly, your legs shaking and trembling, it almost had Bobby laughing with pride, but he knew to keep himself in check. As much as he wanted to laugh, he wanted you to cum. With one last thundering moan from the heartless killer between your thighs, you came. “Ohhhh fuuuuck!”

Bobby moaned with you, his eyes fluttering shut at the sweetness. The taste of your release pulls noises from him that he never thought was possible; needy, high pitched whimpers are muffled into your pussy as he lets you ride it out. The grip on his hair loosens as you come down, letting him ease back to breath through his nose better without taking his mouth off you just yet.

You hum with a pleased smile, the simple sound told Bobby everything he needed to know: you were satisfied, he did a good job, and you just might reward him. He finally pulls back after giving your clit one last tongue-filled kiss, knowing how much you love when he does that (he also loved the little gasp you give).

“What do you say?” You prompt with a firm tone.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he rasps in response, still trying to catch his breath. You hum again, and he relaxes knowing he hasn’t upset you with his lack of manners. He gasps when your hand cups his straining cock through his jeans.

“Aw, still hard, Bobby?” You coo. He nods, trying his best not to rut into your hand. “I know you are, pet.” You straighten yourself up, not bothering to put your panties back on, instead opting to stuff them into Bobby’s front pocket. “That’s for being such a good boy for me,” you whisper in his ear, your hand playing with him in his pocket, “I’ll send for you when I can, but until then, you’ll have to wait.”

He wants to cry. Robert Pronge wants to cry. Your cruel laughter doesn’t help the aching in his balls or the pitiful tears in his eyes.

“Poor baby,” you mock and kiss his face sweetly, or it would be sweet if it weren’t for your cruel words. “You’re so fucking hot when you cry, Bobby,” you sigh against his cheek, before musing: “I’ll get you something pretty.” You give his lips a firm kiss, not minding the taste of yourself on him. “Now, get the fuck out of my office.”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” he stutters, his brain still reeling from the whiplash you cause him. He stands up and quickly exits your office, not even bothering to adjust the bulge in his pants on the way out. Bobby knew the time apart was going to be torture. Even if you were states away, the fear that you were waiting for him to slip up never left, and he didn’t think it ever would. He hated how his cock ached with need, but not as much as he hated how his heart ached with the need to follow you. It was confusing. You fucked with his head and his body, and he can’t make out what’s up and what’s down anymore.

Bobby fucking hated you. He also fucking loved you.

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deceitfuldevout · 1 year

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'Easy Money' Masterlist:

Dark!Robert Pronge x Heiress!Reader

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

Part 1 - Easy Money: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183176153923584/easy-money-part-1?source=share

Part 2 - Breaking and Entering: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183378711511040/easy-money-part-2?source=share

Part 3 - Money Maker: 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295047580270592/easy-money-part-3?source=share

Part 4 - A Reunion: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295259765850112/easy-money-part-4?source=share

Part 5 - Your Worst Nightmare: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379812461281280/easy-money-part-5?source=share

Part 6 - A Barbed-Wired Picket fence: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379816368226304/easy-money-part-6?source=share

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xcaptain-winterx · 1 year

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Main Masterlist

summary: once you’re in, you can’t get out, you will be trapped with them forever.

#robert pronge #dark robert pronge x reader #justin capshaw #jake jensen #mr freezy #mr freezy x reader #lloyd hansen #andy barber #max burnett #jack benjamin #jake wyler #tj hammond #bryce langley #playing with the devils #playing with the devils au

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babyjakes · 5 months

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nav | masterlist | rules | library

fics.

devils roll the dice | n, s, mf | kinkmas 2023 | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader | prompts: sex tape + medfet

headcanons.

puffy clit club | ice torture

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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SDAU, Grumpy Grizzly, The Party

Word Count: 2.4k

“What I tell you, brother,” Curtis grinned as he wrapped his arm around the other alpha’s shoulders. He pointed to the door where his mate was coming with another girl. Lee gave a relieved sigh, seeing both girls smiling sweetly at him and Curtis, “she’s a cobra…name is Meegan.”

“Meegan,” Lee smiled, testing the name on his tongue. He gave his friend another smirk. He hadn’t ever been with a cobra, but had heard they were wild in bed, “I like it. She’s cute! She knows she’s my date, right?”

“Alpha!” Adriana chirped excitedly, practically launching herself into the bear’s arms. Curtis chuckled as she immediately scented him, rubbing her cheek against his scent glands. The cobra coughed awkwardly, and Lee looked at her, “this is my friend from class. She’s never been to a Rho party either.”

“I’m Meegan!”

“Lee.”

“Adriana invited me,” she said sweetly as she eyed him up and down, “she said that you’re part of the fraternity.”

“Yeah,” he grinned. She smiled. He licked his lips as he gave her a once over, “do you want me to grab you a drink or something?”

“Sure!” she smiled. Curtis clapped his friend on the back and walked away with his mate attached to his hip as Lee tried to be courteous, showing the girl through to the kitchen where a number of kegs were hooked up and in the process of being tapped.

But when he turned around to talk to the cobra once more, she was gone. Lee instantly felt a pang in his chest, when his eyes settled on one of his brothers, his arm around her waist as he chatted her up. Lee growled, stomping off to the kitchen to grab himself a beer.

And when he turned around once more, he noticed her. His brow furrowed.

Why was she here?

Lee felt nervous. Protective even.

Sweetness looked more nervous than a deer in the headlights as she looked around from her spot at the door. She argued with one of his frat brothers for a second and they nervously looked at her when she pointed to Lee. When she smiled and waved at Lee, he got a huge grin on his face. He was surprised to see her, but he didn’t think to question why she was at his place.

He couldn’t help the happiness that started in his belly. His brother’s brow furrowed as he mouthed the word ‘yours?’ Lee nodded and he let her through, but suddenly he felt nervous as she closed the distance. When she stopped in front of him, Lee couldn’t help but sound surprised, “Sweetness? What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining…did one of the guys invite you?”

“O-Officer Bodecker!” she replied breathily. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans at how her voice sounded. It was light an airy while sounding sultry. She bit her lip and held out his phone, “y-you left the station today without it. I-I thought maybe you might need it. I d-didn’t want you thinking you lost it all weekend.”

His bear rumbled happily in his head.

Omega was thinking about us.

Lee gave her a soft smile as he took the phone from her hands. His breath hitched in his throat as it felt like a jolt of electricity passed through them when his hand touched hers. She chirped, then blushed and looked away.

“Thank you, sweetness! But remember, outside the station it’s just Lee, alright?” he asked. She nodded and he smiled a little bit more, “good girl, omega.”

She chirped once more, and Lee chuckled.

“I-I’m sorry alpha.”

“Don’t be,” he smiled, feeling overjoyed at how she was reacting to him, “You should stay!”

Her head snapped up, surprise lacing her features as she looked at him, “Wh-what?”

“You should stay!” Lee repeated over the music, “have some fun. Enjoy the party!”

“I-I couldn’t…I shouldn’t stay offic-Lee…”

He smiled when her words tapered off. She looked around the party. It was obvious that the sophomore hadn’t been to a party before, “I understand…it can be nerve-wracking!”

Her eyes shot to his again, “Wh-what?”

“Never been to a party?”

She shook her head, instantly clinging to his side when he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the kegs to get her some beer. Lee felt himself holding back a rumble as she seemed to tuck herself into him, fitting perfectly under his arm.

She’s a koala. It’s in her nature to cling to people, especially an alpha.

“No…”

“No need to be nervous, sweet girl,” Lee smiled kindly as he handed her a red solo cup filled with golden liquid. She took it nervously and Lee released his arm from her waist. He swore he heard her whimper as she batted her long lashes in his direction, “go and explore the house. Talk to some of my brothers. They’re great guys. They’ll take care of you. Go have fun, omega.”

“A-are you sure?”

He nodded, “yeah…”

He didn’t sound sure. Hell, he hadn’t even felt sure. There was a very large part of him that didn’t want to let sweetness go and look around the house without him or explore the party. He wanted to keep her tucked against his chest the whole night. He wanted to take her to his room and claim the sweet little koala. But he knew he couldn’t.

So, he watched her woefully as she walked away from him, sipping her beer. Lee sighed to himself, refilling his cup. It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that Lee saw Pronge wrap his arm around her waist.

Lee felt jealousy bubbling up in the pit of his stomach as she smiled at him, as she laughed at his jokes. He looked back to Lee, shooting him a wink, before tipping her cup up while she drank, whispering a soft alpha command that she finish it all.

Lee watched as the pledges kept trekking back and forth between the kitchen grabbing beer for her. Lee smiled to himself, knowing that his friend was helping the shy koala unwind; something that he knew she deserved. She was always so timid and focused on work. It wasn’t a little while longer where a few more of his brothers engaged him in some drinking games, and he lost all sight of her and Pronge.

It was a little while later when Lee noticed that a good bit of the pledges and some of the sophomores were missing; the party having turned into mostly juniors and seniors. He felt anxiety bubbling up in his chest, knowing that he hadn’t seen sweetness in a while. She wouldn’t have left without telling him goodbye. He knew that. She didn’t even like ending the class or the station without him knowing they were parting ways.

“Curtis…where’s Freezy?”

“You know him,” he laughed as his omega came back with new drinks for the both of them. He smiled and kissed her temple before looking around. Not seeing her, he shrugged, “a while ago he took some girls and they’re making some of his famous videos. Maybe she went up to have some fun with him.”

A few more juniors and seniors laughed, but Lee felt dread in the pit of his stomach.

Sweetness wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye but there was even less of a chance that she would have gone upstairs willingly to film one of his little videos. She was an innocent little thing.

No, not his sweetness. Not unless she’d been given something. Lee gave a fake laugh, but hurriedly made his way upstairs, hearing the music fade away, as a more primal sound started to take hold on the second floor.

Lee burst into the room, seeing an orgy happening around him, piles of limbs intertwined and mingled together. He saw the parrot that had embarrassed him earlier in the week with her friend, both seniors being railed by two freshmen while a few more shot their loads all over their bodies, calling them sluts. And his heart stopped when he saw her. His little sweetness.

She was up there with his brothers.

The timid little koala looked blitzed out of her mind, barely coherent as Bucky kissed along her inner thigh. Her jeans were missing, and Bucky looked like he was ready to tear through her panties. Lee ripped his friend away from her, and she barely reacted, her head lulling to the side.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Pronge asked, handing the camera to another brother. He directed him closer to the two parrots while Bucky growled at him, “Barnes is gonna fuck that little cobra bitch til she doesn’t know up from down…we’ll show her for fucking around like that.”

“I think she’s already there from what you gave her,” Bucky chuckled, licking his lips. He leaned forward and tilted her head towards him and squeezed her jaw, forcing it open. Her eyes glistened as she looked at the men, her eyes finally settling on Lee’s. Lee was growling at Bucky, and Bucky let go, “Come on, Bodecker. We’re doing this for you. Pronge said we’re teaching some girls that fucked you over a lesson. Caught this one just wandering around without you…said he nodded at you and you didn’t tell him no. The parrots will be a good release, but this one’s too fucked up for the full release…she’ll just get a private screening for us guys on movie night.”

Bucky leaned forwards and nuzzled his nose against hers. She mewled, but pushed him away from her, falling to her knees in front of Lee.

“Officer Alpha,” she giggled drunkenly as she nuzzled his leg. Her arms wrapped around his thick thigh as she began kissing her way up his leg. His breath hitched as she reached his inner thigh, her hands gliding over his crotch, “Alpha Bo-dick me down. I wanna feel you, Lee.”

“That’s not the cobra that rejected me!” Lee hissed. He shuddered as her hands reached for his zipper, and shooting a glare to his brothers, he picked sweetness up bridal style.

“Officer Bo-dick her down!” Bobby laughed, “god, I can’t believe I never thought of that.”

She instantly whimpered, snuggling against the grizzly, “this is my fucking co-worker. She’s the little koala that works the reception desk at the station. She brought my phone back because I left it there and I told her to enjoy the party. You fucking pricks!”

“Oh shit,” Pronge chuckled. He licked his lips and made a face, “Sorry sheriff.”

Bucky licked his lips and took a step towards Lee. His hand trailed up the koala’s leg and she whimpered again when his fingers skimmed along her outer thigh, “I still get to fuck her though? Right? Got to slide beneath those panties and I had my fingers in that tight little cunt…fuck Lee, she tastes so sweet…I wanna see how much she can take.”

Lee growled, and Pronge’s eyes widened as he had his own realization, “Wait…the little koala? This is sweetness?”

Lee blushed, his anger fading away as Pronge called her by the nickname that only he was allowed to use. She whimpered a little more, only this time she started fighting her way out of his arms until Lee placed her delicately on the ground. She leaned into him, tucking herself beneath his arm. She began kissing his chest, snuggling into his sweater, “the little koala omega you’ve had a crush on since she started at the station? THIS? She’s here? Why the fuck didn’t you tell us that she was coming? That this was her? Why wasn’t she with you?”

“I didn’t know she was coming,” Lee growled, feeling possessive of the half-conscious woman. He gripped her a little tighter and she moaned and leaned up on her tip toes, her lips grazing over his mating gland. Lee shuddered, his eyes closing momentarily. She began sucking and nipping on the spot, driving Lee wild. When his eyes opened Pronge had a smirk on his face. He growled, “what did you give her.”

“Nothing major,” Pronge chuckled with a shrug, “just some booze…”

Lee narrowed his eyes, “she wouldn’t get this way from ‘some’ booze. She barely has the confidence to look me in the eyes, let alone go for my crotch. And sweetness is too innocent to be that brazen to go for my mating gland, no matter how drunk someone would get her.”

“Okay a lot of booze,” Pronge laughed, finding the situation entirely too amusing, “and a little bit ago…some scooby snacks…she’ll be really fun in a few more minutes.”

She moaned again, this time Lee noticed one hand fisting his shirt, but the other had been massaging his thick thigh once again. He was sporting a hard-on from her earlier attempts at getting at his crotch that pressed firmly against his jeans.

“Looks like she’s ready,” Bucky panted, licking his lips again, “I can take care of her if you can’t, Lee…like I said…I had a taste, and I’d be willing to have the whole thing.”

Lee only growled in response. The vibrations of his growl sent a wave of slick to sweetness’ entrance. Lee’s eyes closed as he caught her scent. Instantly he was salivating. Something inside of him snapped and his heart raced.

Her scent.

It wrapped thickly around him, and he took a deep breath, inhaling every bit that he could.

“Alpha!” she chirped once again. Lee’s growl turned into a rumble as he looked down at the sweet little thing who was tucking herself into his neck. Her fingers slid closer to his bulge, and she stroked him over his pants as her teeth nipped along his neck once again.

Lee shuddered, his breath hitching in his throat. He tried to focus on something, anything that would pull his attention away from the little koala and he ended up looking straight into his friend’s eyes. Pronge was grinning, “Wanna be in a film with your girl, Sheriff? Can make a private copy just for the two of you to tell the cubs about when they’re born nine months from now.”

“Fuck off, Bobby.” Lee growled at his friend and pushed past him and Bucky, pulling his little sweetness up the flight of stairs to where his room was on the third floor.

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foxgloveprincess · 1 year

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Summary: What do the boys talk about when their wifeys are all locked up safe at home?

Word Count: 1,216

Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist

A/N: This stemmed from an old idea that bloomed into this about a week ago. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know if I should continue it!

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This is not Beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

“So, tell me. How’s your little chickadee doing?” The man crosses his arms and slouches in his chair. His legs spread wide and bump into the ones beside him.

Ari sighs with a scratch of his fingers through his greying beard and cuts a glare in his direction. “She’s doing fine, Hansen.”

“Her old man still looking for her?” Lloyd pops a sucker in his mouth—though no one knows from where he got it. Only that they’re abundant in his presence, making him smell just a little sickly sweet.

“You want me to take care of him?” Robert asks, a gristle in his voice as he shuffles around to find his pack of smokes in his pocket. “I got a job up that way.”

“I have it handled,” Ari answers. His jaw ticks. His hands clench into fists on his thighs. “That asshole won’t be a problem for much longer.”

No one has the chance to comment more as a chair scrapes loudly across the floor to join their circle. A familiar, beleaguered man slumps into it. Lloyd crows a laugh and uses his lollipop to point.

“Someone’s being a pain in your ass, aren’t they?”

The man grumbles under his breath, incomprehensible to the members of the group around him.

“Come on, Barber, tell us about it,” Lloyd goads with a shit-eating grin, “your housewife not everything she’s cracked up to be?”

“Shut your mouth,” Andy replies with a fierce glower and a sharp point of his finger. “She’s adjusting.”

“Give him a break,” another man says, clapping Andy on the back and sitting in the seat beside him. “It’s his first time taking a little honeypot for himself.”

“I don’t need your help, Drysdale,” Andy grumbles. He brushes the man’s hand from his shoulder. His head rests back on his shoulders as he sighs. “She’s still trying to break out of the basement.” His hand reaches up to massage his forehead, working out the strain around his eyes.

“Your neighbors starting to get suspicious yet?” Robert asks with a quirk of his brow. His glasses glint in the overhead fluorescent lights.

“Not yet,” Andy replies, shifting in his seat and crossing his arm. His face pinches in discomfort. “Jensen set me up with good soundproofing.”

The man’s head perks up at the mention of his name, previously content to filter out the conversation in favor of watching his phone. “What?”

Ransom sighs and reaches out to knock Jake’s shoulder in admonition. “Why did you even come if you’re just going to stare at your screen the whole time?”

Jake pouts and adjusts his glasses. “I can’t help it,” he protests, turning the device around to show the group a glimpse before tucking it close to his chest. “She’s just so precious. Can’t get enough of her.”

“You move her yet?” Robert asks, resting his forearms on his knees. His wide shoulders rolling into the position like he’s getting ready to pounce. “Cause it looks to me like she’s still at home.”

The youngest man of the group grimaces and hems. “I’m still working on relocation.”

“The contractor still giving you guff?” Ari asks, leaning forward in interest. His brow smooths at the subject being far away from his girl, tucked away safe at his cabin. His lips twist toward a smile just thinking of her.

Jake’s shoulders lift in a shrug. He won’t meet their eye. “I think he’s pissed cause I have tech add-ons that I need to keep classified. Messes up his flow.”

The snick of Robert’s lighter interrupts Jake’s thought. “But you’re good for what you owe him?”

“Of course,” Jake scoffs, a stormy look of affront clouding his normally cheery features. “Why the fuck would I think of taking my girl if I couldn’t provide for her adequately in all the way she needs?”

“Calm down, Jake,” Andy counsels with hand lifting in placation, “You know we only have the group’s best interest at heart.” His cool eyes scan across the circle. All five of the other men stare back. “We look out for each other.”

“It’s the basement,” Lloyd pipes up with a nod toward the D.A. Curious eyes turn toward the man and his non sequitur. “Too fucking cold down there, I bet. Give your housewife some nice lovin’ somewhere warm and she’ll be putty in your hands.”

“There is a reason we all favor attics,” Ransom adds with a contemplative nod.

“Aside from the fact that jumping out a window on the upper floor stings like a bitch,” Lloyd adds with a cheeky smile.

“Still remember cleaning up the splat at Pronge’s first place,” Ransom adds with an exaggerated wince.

“Shut the fuck up,” the hit man barks, crushing his cigarette between his fingers like a threat.

The tension smothers the group for an elongated moment. No one breaks it. They shift in their seats, and wait for someone else to crack. The clock on the wall ticks. The air conditioner rumbles on.

“At least,” Ari broaches, tone cautious, “we learned a valuable lesson.”

Robert puffs a cloud of smoke from a new cigarette with a click of his teeth. “And my princess would never,” he adds in a growl.

“Good riddance to bad rubbish,” Ransom intones with a smirk. Only to be met with sharp daggers in the gaze of the hit man.

“Well, you’ve had plenty of that,” Jake snorts, distracted again by his surveillance.

Ransom cuts a harsh glare at the young man. His lips purse on an excuse and colorful curse when Andy interrupts his thought.

“Have you settled on anyone yet?”

“I weeded out a few more,” Ransom replies, wiping his mouth with his hand. “The contractor did a great job with my attic, I just gotta find the girl who fits up there.” His hand gestures around in a play of defeat—as if he weren’t the sole reason behind all the delays.

“How many are still on your radar?” Ari asks, curiosity underlined by ire.

“Just a baker’s dozen.”

Quiet outrage follows his statement. Each of the five faces surrounding him screw up with disbelief or vexation. Ransom drinks it in like a fine wine.

“Indecisive piece of shit,” Robert mutters under his breath.

Even Lloyd, a kindred spirit to Ransom among the group, stares in incredulity. None of them understand his ability to resist the siren call of the one. None of them had been able to.

“You obviously haven’t met the right girl yet,” Andy sneers before glancing toward the oldest member of the group.

“You wouldn’t be spouting this bullshit if you had,” Ari agrees with a tilt of his head, not moving his scrutinizing gaze from the trust fund baby.

Robert starts putting away his chair, stacking it with a clang on the pile by the back door—adjourning their meeting without a word. Jake’s head pops up from his screen before he does the same with a smile on his face. Andy and Ari both leave with one final glance at Ransom who sits with his brow furrowed.

Lloyd chuckles as he stands, the sound dark yet giddy. He slaps a hand down on the other man’s shoulder. Ransom flashes his gaze to the mercenary.

“Oh, playboy, it’s gonna bite you in the ass.”

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Princess!reader luring virgin crownprince!Justin into the woods, to have a little make out session. Out of nowhere two orcs step into their way. Sweet Justin steps in front of reader ready to protect her, knowing he doesn't stand a chance against them. When the taller orc starts stepping closer to them, Justin starts screaming at him to not come closer. The orc just starts laughing and says "heard that Lee? Little prince doesn't want us to come closer. Thinks he can protect the princess. Sweetheart why don't you come here to finally give us a kiss, we are waiting". Tears slowly start to run down his chubby cheeks as reader goes over to the two orcs and gives them a messy kiss. Justin starts questioning what’s going on, to which Lee just replies “It’s been so long since Robert and I had a virgin ass and our sweet wife wanted to change that, so she decided to gift us to our anniversary a virgin, you. Now be good and you may last longer than the last one”.

YES BESTIE

Afternoon Delight

Warnings: Monster'fucking', Dark!Orc!Lee, Dark!Orc! Robert, Dark! Princess!Reader, Aged Up!Justin (Always, of course), threats of violence, kissing, heavyish petting, implied future noncon

Justin was so sweet, it bled from his pores and soul. You could taste it on your tongue as you traced his lips. His own nervous fingers trailed over the delicate embroidery on your bodice, never quite touching you enough. It was a glorious afternoon for a bit of fun and mischief, convincing your betrothed to go wandering with you was simple.

He pressed more firmly into the tree you leaned against, his hips trying to catch against yours. The tug at his hair made him whimper, another sweet thing about the prince. The noises he made like a desperate, needy, lost thing. Truly he seemed innocent of everything. You were even his first kiss.

You opened your eyes when you heard them. There was a twig snapped, or rustling of leaves. The forest was a loud place, so when quiet descended you knew they were near. Lee's grunt sounded first.

Justin broke the kiss with a gasp and quickly turned around, guarding your modesty. He looked up at the orc with fear, but stood his ground.

"Do-Don't come any closer," his voice shook so much you could hide your giggle.

"Hear that Robert? Don't come any closer," Lee laughed, clutching his round belly.

His head whipped around as he looked for the second orc, but you knew Robert. How he liked to play games of hide and seek. Suddenly you were ripped from behind Justin and crashed into a hard, fuzzy chest. Your fingers curled into the large hand around your waist.

"You know I like to see everything up close and personal." Robert's other hand moved to your neck tilting your head further back. "Now what do you say?"

"You win, husbands."

Justin's spluttering turned to harsh gasp as Robert drove his thick tongue into your mouth. Finally some pleasure.

"You gonna gimme a kiss too now, sugar?"

You smiled, almost wickedly, as you sauntered up to Lee and tugged him down by a tusk. You took charge of the kiss, letting your tongue dance with his before pulling away, a line of drool connecting you together.

"Can I watch you open your present, husbands?"

Justin had gone white as a sheet, his back now pressed up against the tree. A tear slipped down his round cheek, making Robert chuckle. His mouth kept opening like he had questions, but no sound escaped.

"You keep up this pretty little act, your highness, you gonna have our girl thinking we can't perform right." Lee spun you around just as Robert wrapped his fingers around the Prince's neck. "I want his mouth first. Need to have him crying around my dick while he swallows my cum."

Another whimper, this time laced with fear and so much more intoxicating dribbled out of Justin's mouth.

"Now you be as loud as you can while we break in this whore, show your betrothed just how you hate us, and maybe if she likes you, she'll keep you." Robert jerked and Justin fell to his knees.

"Princess..."

"Can I touch myself while I watch?" You ignore him, throwing looks at Robert and Lee.

"I wanna see that pussy dripping by the time we are done with this, whore."

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emerald-evans · 2 years

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feasts of my flesh

pairing - ghoul!robert pronge x dark!reader

w/c - 500

warnings - 18+ dark content, nothing is explicit

a/n - this is being posted separately due to ✨dumblr✨ but this is for @autumnrose40 who is always causing trouble in my inbox. She made a wonderful edit that inspired this, but I have no idea what happened to that ask so I couldn’t add it to this 😩

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After searching for months on end for a new place to live, you have given up on overpriced condos and creepy basements. The little bungalow made in the 70s captured your heart with its vibrant colours and peeling wallpapers. Despite the strange stares and worried looks you received from your new neighbours, you can't help but adore your new home.

You weren't stupid, you had heard the rumours before moving in. They hadn't lived there too long, barely been together 5 years. The first family that lived there mysteriously vanished. Well, the wife and son did. They never knew what happened to the husband. Some say they saw him roaming the halls months after their death, and others believe he killed them and escaped. Robert his name was. Robert murdered them, they said. It could be true, your realtor couldn't leave the little house after the first showing fast enough. You were able to get your hands on her again. Luckily.

You asked around, and came to find out that most tenants moved out within a few months. In such an old house it was normal to hear random creaks in the wood, but something about the basement freaked them out. Who could blame them, those hanging chains were permanently welded into the wooden beans on the ceiling, reinforced with steel fixtures. As if anyone would ever make it past him. The bin was in the best shape. It's white colour mostly stayed as it is, despite it's obvious vintage appeal. A few red scratches decorating the inside of it.The night you moved in was eerily still. Not a single crack in the wood or impetuous cold breeze. Silence.

After scrummaging through the old attic, you came across a few photo frames. The first of a small family, a husband/wife and their son, the next one was of the same boy smiling brightly at the camera. The last one was what you were looking for. Him. There he was. You understood why many suspected it was him, his long hair framing his broad shoulders, and the mutton chop beard that hadn't come back into style. The picture wasn't clear, how could it have been, but it was all you needed. You gathered your supplies and got to work.

With everything in place, you light the candles. The surrounding fixtures begin to illuminate amongst the crackle of the fire. His son's old teddy bear, your realtors corpse, and the droplets your blood circling around them, all come to light within the small four walls of the attic. With everything laid out in front of you, he had to be able to find you.

"Come back to me, my love", you whisper.

The candles begin to flicker as you felt a chill run up your spine. The fire suddenly dies down, while you are able to see the faint outline of a sinister smile and cerulean blue eyes.

"Ah toots, it took you long enough."

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littlelioncub43 · 10 months

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Super dark!reader having naked Robert and Lloyd on a leash. They have to be on all fours when she walks somewhere and have to sit next to her (also on the floor) when she is having a meeting😏 she loves to humiliate them and loves to punish them

Oh my goodness, its been forever since we talked about Robert Pronge 💀 I went soft for this, I can't help it, I'm a softie!

The bruises on his knees were constant. The ache and tenderness in his joints never went away, you made sure of that. Thankfully, the blue, purple, and yellow marks only decorated his legs; you'd been in a kind mood these last few weeks, and he wanted to keep you like that.

Even now, as you sit in a meeting with one of your arms supplier from the West coast, you idly play with his hair. Hell, you even gave him a blanket to keep the icy bite of your office at bay— you in the best fucking mood on the planet. It was terrifying Robert.

You sat cross-legged in your leather chair at the head of the mahogany meeting table, your attention half on Martinez and half on your little pet at your feet. The statistics were mind-numbing, figures you already read in his report this morning, the meeting only being a formality, a show of respect to you. Martinez, thankfully, was just about done, he could tell you didnt want to be here any longer than necessary.

"That just about covers it, Ma'am. Any other details that I've missed should be in the report I sent this morning, but I'd be happy to go over them again if you'd like me t—"

"No need for that, Martinez, your report was very thorough," you calmly interrupt, still threading your fingers through Bobby's soft locks, your good mood was even scaring Martinez, "you may go now. Give my best to your wife, will you?"

"Yes, of course, Ma'am," he nodded with a well practiced professional smile. "Goodnight."

You don't watch Martinez as he makes his exit, instead keeping your eyes on Bobby, who's eyes were trained on the floor, like you taught him. His favorite dark blue blanket was wrapped around his waist, cushioning his knees. You though about giving him a pillow but you knew that he'd like the blanket more today. With a sigh, you gently turn Robert to face you with a finger on his chin.

"You've been so good for me, pet," you whisper and hold his chin in your hand, your thumb stroking his cheek. Robert was nearly a puddle from the praise alone, but the gentle touches were sending him deep into the headspace only you could put him in. You grin when you see his eyes glaze over. God, he was so fucking easy to control. "You like being good, don't you, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," he agrees immediately, his voice dreamy and desperate— absolutely pathetic, "I love being good."

"I know you do, baby," you coo and lean down to kiss his forehead, a reward. When you pull back, Bobby's hands are gripping the blanket over his thighs firmly to keep to himself, ever the good boy. What catches your eye is the growing tent beneath the navy blue blanket. "Aw, Bobby, are you hard?"

He nods as his face flushes with a combination of embarrassment and desire. He can barely remember a time when you calling him 'pet' didn't get him harder than a fucking rock, but he knows he wasn't always like this. The thought doesn't linger for long when you tug his leather leash to bring him closer to you, your lips barely touching as you speak.

"Shall I take care of that for you, pet?"

How can he refuse?

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darksongofnyx · 2 years

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18+, minors do not interact!

Note: I’m really sorry this has taken me so long to post, I’ve been dealing with some health issues. I’m nervous since this chapter does include my first ever M/F smut scene, so I hope it’s not too cringey.

This was not beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes or typos!

Chapter Summary: Robert is sick of waiting

Word Count: 2131

Series Warnings: This is a DARK FIC and contains dark themes! Fem!reader, step sibling incest, you and Justin being innocent and naive, both reader and Justin are over 18, mentions of church (no denomination is named), pet names (reader: princess, justin: baby doll, robert: daddy), dry humping, hand jobs, cum eating/licking/swallowing, spitting in mouths, really bad bdsm dynamics, dub con, little to no aftercare, creampies, oral sex (m receiving), bisexual!Robert, bisexual!Justin, out of character writing (I know I’m not getting Robert & Justin right 😔), non con and dub con recording and taking photos, sex toys (mention), Robert is a shitty husband, unnamed wife, drugging of drinks, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (this is fiction, always use a condom irl!), some degradation (name calling: slut, whore), rough sex, first time sex, threesome, spitroasting

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Robert is uncomfortably hard and angry. He sits on his front porch, slowly nursing his third beer of the afternoon, and watching you across the street as you garden in your front yard. It’s not the activity that makes his blood boil, it’s the fact you seem to be completely oblivious to the fact that the boys that stop and talk to you aren’t there for gardening tips. Even from a distance he can tell their minds are far from giving a shit about how you care for your favorite lilies, he knows they’re far more interested in what’s beneath the short but hideous dress that he’s pretty sure your mother made.

He doesn’t understand how your parents can be so protective, to the point where you’re rarely without a chaperone, but yet here you are, outside all by yourself while some pencil dick frat bro flirts with his Princess. His grip tightens on the drink in his hand, crushing the can and spilling its contents onto his pants, as he watches the boy pull you in for a hug, his hands grabbing your ass while he holds you. Robert is about to run over there to beat the living shit out of the boy, when your mother runs out of the house, slipper in hand, chases him away and pulls you inside the house.

He adjusts himself, he can’t take this anymore. While it’s been easy enough for him to get his Baby Doll alone, he has yet to figure out a way to see you alone, each time he hints at you coming over to his house, your parents are quick to invite themselves over as well, so all he gets are the brief occasions where you’re outside alone and he certainly can’t do anything in front of the whole neighborhood. Although he does enjoy the thought of fucking you in front of everyone, that’ll show them, especially those frat bro douche bags and your fuck boy next door neighbor, Mr. Tucker, who you belong to.

🎀

It’s an offhand comment his wife makes during some stupid argument that gives Robert an idea on how to finally get some alone time with you. Using his wife’s complaint of wanting to be more social with the neighbors as an excuse, he invites your family over to his house for dinner as a way of saying thank you for all of Justin’s help.

While she’s in the kitchen finishing up whatever cooking she has left, Robert is in their bedroom, opening the drawer of her bedside table and pulls out the bottle of prescription sleeping pills. He knows she never takes them, so he shoves a few tablets into the front pockets of his dress pants, knowing damn well she’ll never notice them missing. Now he just has to wait for the right moment to slip them into your parents and his wife’s drinks. Waiting is easier said than done, especially when you walk into his house wearing a cute short little sundress that shows off your figure, it’s almost like your parents want you to look like the walking embodiment of temptation. As always, Justin is right there next to you, holding your hand and looking like a lost innocent puppy. God, Robert wishes he could just fuck the two of you right now, making his wife and your parents watch as he fucks you both stupid.

Dinner is long and tedious, Robert never knew people could be so dull. While he thought it was immediately clear that your parents would have nothing in common with his wife, that wasn’t the case as the three of them chatted all the way through the meal. It was glaringly clear that the three of them are the most boring people to ever exist, how he made it through the 20 minute conversation about

However, it was interesting to see how your parents reacted toward the way you and Justin behaved, they said nothing of the way you’d hold Justin’s hand or rub his back whenever he attempts to join in on their conversation, or how close Justin moved his chair to yours when everyone first sat down. It was clear on his wife’s face that the behavior was noticeable, but still no one said anything.

Robert made sure to keep the wine glasses full, adding in the crushed up sleeping pills into the glasses as dessert was being served. They were all pleasantly drunk, he had forgotten how handsy his wife could be when she drank and with Robert not paying any attention to her, she turned her attention to Justin. BeRobert had caught her more than once trying to cop a feel while your parents weren’t looking. He was grateful that this shit show was almost over when he noticed the pills starting to kick in, he watched as the three of them drowsily tried to keep the conversation going. Thankfully your parents, in their drunken and drugged state, decided it was finally time to go home when your father started to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation. He watched as your parents stumbled their way back home with you and Justin following behind, after everyone disappeared into the house, Robert worked quickly to get his wife into bed.

After taking a little blue pill to ensure he’ll be able to enjoy your body all night, Robert sat in his dark living room, waiting to make sure the pills and wine were doing their job, his wife had barely made it to their bed before passing out, he still gave it a few more minutes after he sees the lights in your house turn off before making his way over to your house. Staying in the shadows, he makes his way over to your bedroom window, the small amount of light allows Robert to see that you and Justin are fast asleep in your beds.

🎀

Robert quietly pops off the window screen before using an old screwdriver to pry open your bedroom window, the plush carpet silences his entry as he climbs through the window, he looks over to see that you’re both still asleep. He quietly makes his way over to your bed, briefly watching you sleep while imagining all the ways he wants to corrupt you as he slowly pulls the blankets off your body. He flips on the little lamp on your bedside table, he wants to make sure he gets a good look at you just in case he’s forced to wait for you again.

Pulling back your floral print duvet, Robert’s greeted by with the sight of your dusty pink cotton nightgown hiked up around your hips, his fingers tracing along the waistband of your panties before slowly taking them off of your sleeping form, he puts them to his face, inhaling your scent before tucking them into the pocket of his pants. He tosses your duvet on the floor before he pushes your nightgown up, exposing your breasts, sitting on the edge of your bed he starts fondling them, one of his strong hands groping one before he starts pinching your nipples while he sucks and bites on the other, the sweet little sleepy moans you make when he puts his mouth on you spurring him on. Robert looks down at your chest, satisfied and happy with all the marks he has left on your breasts.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he takes a few pictures of his work before he sets it on your bedside table, making sure he’s got a good angle of the action before pressing record. Robert quickly strips off his clothes before straddling your chest, he positions himself just so before spitting in his hand to wet his already hard cock. Resting his cock between your breasts, he uses his hands to push your breasts together as he starts thrusting. Fuck if he didn’t love how your tits felt around his dick. It’s not long before the sound of his moans and the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting against your chin wakes you up.

“Shhhh, Princess,” he pets your face, smearing a bit of his pre cum on your lips, “you don’t wanna wake your parents up, that would make daddy real angry with you and I don’t wanna have to punish you. Especially since daddy’s been having fun with these pretty tits of yours, you gonna be a good girl and let daddy have some more fun?”

Your eyes dart away, unable to look at him in the eyes as he continues thrusting his cock between your breasts, instead you simply nod in agreement.

“Good girl,” he says as he moves off of you, he sits between your legs. “Looks like someone liked having her tits fucked like a dirty slut,” he taunts, “my little princess is soaked,” he rubs a thick finger up and down your slit, coating his finger in your arousal.

He brings the finger to your lips with an unspoken command to open your mouth, he shoves the finger in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag before he tells you to start sucking on it. It’s with a dark smirk and chuckle that he takes his finger from your mouth before he rips your nightgown from your body, throwing the torn garment on the floor. Robert allows himself a moment to take in the visual of your sweet virginal body laying naked before him, he smiles knowing that he’s about to defile it.

“Daddy, I…I don’t think it’s gonna fit, it’s too big,” you’re sitting up on your elbows looking at Robert’s hard cock as he rubs it between your soaked folds, coating himself.

He didn’t think it was possible, but as he sees the real fear in your eyes and he swears he feels his dick getting even harder.

“Princess, you said you were gonna let daddy have some more fun, now don’t go ruining this by being a little bitch,” Robert says as he painfully grips your face.

You look away, looking towards Justin’s bed, Robert turns his head to see Justin wiping the sleep from his eyes before sitting up and putting on his glasses. While you’re distracted watching Justin, Robert thrusts his entire length into your wet heat, clamping a hand over your mouth before you have a chance to scream out in pain as his cock fills you.

“Ya gotta be quiet, sweetheart. Do you want your parents to see you getting fucked like a slut?” he leans down resting his forehead against yours as he continues to thrust into you, with tears running down your face you shake your head no, “that’s what I thought.”

Robert removes his hand from your mouth, focusing on how tight your pussy feels around him as he sets a brutal rhythm and the sound of your moans, both of pain and pleasure, and whimpers mixed with the sound of his skin slapping against yours fills the room

“Fuck, you feel so good squeezing daddy’s cock. Look how greedy your little pussy is,” he says, grabbing a handful of your hair, angling your head, forcing you to watch as he continues his assault on your body.

Even with you covering your mouth in an attempt to muffle your cries, it was clear to Robert he was gonna have to put something in your mouth to shut you up. He turns to see Justin watching as Robert fucks you, and judging by the tent in his pajama pants, his little baby doll was enjoying the show.

“Get over here,” he commands Justin, who quickly obeys. Justin nervously stands next to your bed, watching Robert continue to pound into you. “I want you to keep her mouth busy.”

Justin kneels down beside your bed, he can see how hard you’re trying to obey Robert as Justin gently pulls your hands away from your mouth. He turns your face towards him, wiping the tears from your cheeks before he starts kissing you, it’s just the chaste kisses you share before bed, a simple peck on the lips.

Annoyed, Robert pulls out and flips you onto your stomach before instructing you to get on your hands and knees, he orders Justin to strip before having him kneel at the head of the bed, his cock directly in your face.

“Show daddy what you’ve been learning, princess,” he says as he reaches over and pushes your head towards Justin’s groin, he watches as you gag on Justin’s cock. Soon Robert sets a rhythm

Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and your mother stands in the doorway. At first the three of you don’t immediately notice her, each of you too consumed by your fast approaching climaxes.

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