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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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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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School Days AU, The Professors, Chapter 6

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Warnings: angst, a/b/o dynamics, rejected nest, coercion, manipulation, dubcon/noncon relationship, threats

Tom was beyond drunk as he stepped onto the porch of the immaculately decorated cottage. A few hours ago, he had felt like dirt when he saw that his cell phone read 9 PM and that he had no messages from his mate. But he also knew why she wasn’t reaching out to him. She didn’t have a way to, and he hadn’t spoken to her since before either of them had their revelations.

He knew where he should have been, but after the disaster that was the entirety of his day, he wasn’t entirely sure that he could do it sober. No, Tom was terrified not only of the implications and what it could mean for him and his new mate, but of his own feelings. She looked so mortified to see him teaching her class.

What if she rejected him?

“What are you looking at?”

Tom looked to Sebastian, his equally drunk companion who had his brow raised at him, “my phone…”

“No shit,” the younger alpha laughed, clapping his friend on the shoulder, “you’ve been staring at it for ten minutes. You’re looking at it like you’re waiting for something…did you expect her to call you or something? What’s going on, with you?”

Tom frowned even further. And he realized an error on his part. She didn’t have his number. She couldn’t call or text him. She couldn’t so much as send him an email, unless she was willing to send him one through his school email. And she was so professional about everything involving school that he knew despite her being an omega, she wouldn’t allow her hindbrain to win that battle.

Tom took a deep breath and released a heavy sigh, “I-I never gave her my number. I-I just realized that she can’t contact me.”

Sebastian laughed as he tipped back his beer, “well in your defense, you two were doing something a little bit more important…I mean, you realized that she was your mate and you acted on it. She can’t fault you for that, can she?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, suddenly more upset with himself than ever. Not only had he found out that Emily was a student and not a professor, but one of his own students. And while she was his mate, a marked one, he’d never even so much as given her a way to contact him, “I-I feel like a shit alpha though…she should at least have my number, right? What if during that week of our little paradise something had happened when I was teaching? Sh-she wouldn’t have been able to contact me.”

Sebastian shrugged, “I mean, I’m not going to disagree with you on that.”

“Emily,” the drunken alpha whimpered, lightly knocking on the door. A hiccup pushed past his lips, and his head felt like it was filled with cement as he leaned against the door frame, “Em…I’m sorry…please open the door, mate…I’m an idiot! Please…omega?”

His little knocks were lost on him, as the omega in question had fallen asleep, tearfully, in the guest bedroom just forty minutes prior, thinking that she had been abandoned by her mate for the same reasons he was fearful of.

But Tom sighed, leaning more against the door frame, feeling as though his little mate was not only ignoring him, but giving him a soft rejection. He began to feel entirely too warm in his sport coat and button-up. Stripping off the sport coat, he unbuttoned his shirt, and laid against the cool wood in front of the door.

“I’m not leaving you, my sweet omega. My perfect little mate who I will one day fill with pups,” the drunken alpha whispered to himself. His hand caressed the bottom of the door frame as he continued his drunken musings, “I’m a shit alpha for not coming home sooner, but I love you and I will beg for your forgiveness until it is received. I’ll stay here day and night if I must…I’ll do it for you, my sweet omega.”

He continued repeating similar sweet nothings to himself until his hazy mind allowed itself to fall into a dreamless slumber.

“What are you doing here?”

Tom groaned at the small but harsh nudge, which felt more like a kick, to his hip. His stomach lurched at the contact as his head reminded him that it hated him for drinking so much last night. Tom groaned again when he felt a similar kick a little higher to his side. His eyes fought the spots that appeared in his vision when he forced his eyes open, battling both his hangover and the obscene light that was shining from the sun.

“Shit, it’s bright.”

“Are you drunk, Professor Hiddleston?”

“The correct term is hungover, mate,” he said with a half chuckle, trying to make a joke as he sat up. Emily frowned even further, keeping her own tears at bay while looking at her mate. He was chaotic at best. His sport coat had been left halfway up the porch steps, and his button-up was halfway off his body, twisted around and caught on his left arm, looking like it’d been mostly torn off before he gave up on that as well. His car door was still open, and she could see one of his shoes hanging on the lip of the door, keeping it from being closed. She fought the urge to help him up as she looked at her half-naked mate, sitting on the porch in front of her, “I-I tried to come home…but…I realized I don’t know where the key is.”

“I was up until nearly one AM waiting for you.”

Tom could hear the sadness in her voice. The rejection. He fought against the migraine tugging at the seams of his mind as he tried to focus on her. While she wasn’t crying, Tom could see the blotchiness on her cheeks…the puffiness of her eyes. And it had broken Tom’s heart.

She had cried over him last night.

“Mate…”

“Don’t call me that,” she hissed angrily, “a mate wouldn’t do that to his other half. A mate wouldn’t abandon me like that.”

Tom frowned at the anger that laced her voice, “but you are my mate.”

“What kind of mate leaves his mate after that kind of revelation? I was terrified, and left alone, Tom,” she squeaked, the distress in her tone making her scent sour, “what kind of alpha leaves his omega heartbroken like that.”

“Not a very good one,” he frowned. She scoffed, and Tom pushed himself up until he was on his knees, grasping at her hips to pull her closer. His jaw nuzzled against her hips as he inhaled her scent deeply, “I-I’ll leave if you tell me to…but I wanted to be here. I had to be here when you woke up…I-I’m just scared. I never thought that I’d find my mate, let alone in a student, Emily. I don’t want to lose my job…but I can’t stand the thought of losing you…just tell me what to do, omega…you’re what matters to me the most.”

Emily sighed, “get up, Tom…you’ll probably be late for your classes if you don’t get to work.”

“Emily, none of that matters…don’t you get what I’m saying?” he sighed, getting to his feet. He kept his hold on her as he looked deep into her eyes, “I don’t care about my job if you’re still upset with me, omega.”

“I have to go to work, anyways…” she mumbled, breaking eye contact, “w-we couldn’t talk even if I wanted to talk to you…which right now, I don’t.”

“I-I don’t want to leave, Em,” he said sadly, feeling slightly rejected by the fact that she didn’t automatically stop to think about staying with him, “I know I fucked up…but I don’t want to leave. I’m not going to abandon you…I’m serious about that. I’ll stay here day and night if that means the chance that you’ll say a few words to me at a time.”

Emily pushed away the tears that threatened to bite her cheeks. She gave a heavy sigh and wiped angrily at her cheeks to make sure she didn’t start crying again. She looked away from him and shook her head, “I-I really do have to go to work, Tom.”

“L-let me stay?” he asked softly, practically a step away from begging her, “I-I’ll be home waiting for you when you get back…we can talk then. Please…I just…I don’t want to leave. I’ll sit on the porch all day if I have to.”

“Fine.” She sighed to herself and unlocked the door once more, letting Tom in, “I’m not going to make you sit on the porch…we’re going to talk when I get home. And it’s going to be a very serious conversation Tom…what happened last night is never going to happen again…i-if we do stay together…”

He gave her a hopeful look and instantly pulled her to his chest. His heart raced and he was happy, knowing that she was willing to give him some semblance of a chance, “I-I will be here…I promise…and I know…”

“I’m only doing this because we’ve already marked each other,” she admitted sadly. Tom frowned, pulling away from her slightly. She sounded pained by her own admission. He nodded, showing that he understood, “I-I’ll be home around five…i-if you have to leave, there’s a spare key under the potted plant by the door…”

“Five…okay…I-I’ll see you then!” he agreed. Tom leaned forward, hoping that she would allow him to kiss her. She turned away when he went for her lips. And while he did kiss her cheek, he frowned a little more, “I promise. I-I won’t leave you again, my love. I’m an idiot, but I won’t do-”

“Tom?”

Tom turned back, stopping himself from going inside, “yes omega?”

“You might want to clean up your little drunken adventure,” she replied sadly, looking back to the driveway. Tom blushed, and nodded at her, heading back to collect the shirt that he’d thrown off when he got up, as well as his sport coat and shoe. His keys were still in the ignition, and he noticed that he’d left the car running all night, “if you need gas, I have some in the shed…you can put it in the car until you’re able to get to a station.”

“Thank you, omega…”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she grumbled as she bit her lip, “we still have to talk when I get home, alpha…and there will be rules. This isn’t happening again…I’m very serious about that.”

He nodded once more, toeing off his other shoe once he got in the house, dropping his clothes in a pile by the door. She frowned at him once more as she closed the door behind him. For a brief moment she wanted to cave into her hindbrain and just spend the day with Tom.

Her inner wolf was running around in her mind, happy that her alpha hadn’t truly abandoned her, but she was far from okay with the fact that he thought it would be perfectly acceptable to just show up on her doorstep hung over. With a heavy sigh she padded down the steps to leave. Tom heard her car pulling away a few moments later, and he looked around to the cottage.

Her scent was normally so sweet and fragrant. But he could smell the distress in the living room. Her scent had slightly soured, and it made him feel like a terrible person for even going to have drinks with Sebastian, even though it did give him the clarity he needed. He felt his heart lurching at the thought that she must have waited in the living room for him, watching the door for him to walk through.

The first thing that Tom did was go up to the stairs, knowing that he’d seen a computer in her spare bedroom. He needed to send out an email to his classes, giving them an assignment and cancelling class for the day. But his mind paused as he passed the main bedroom. The scent seemed especially pungent in front of the door.

With a heavy sigh, he opened the door. And while the scent hadn’t soured inside of the room, he could tell that it was stale. His heart broke a little bit more as he realized that she hadn’t slept in the room last night. She must have stood outside the door, arguing with herself on whether or not to go in. While he understood her not being in the nest, it had upset him slightly. He mentally put that on a list of things to fix up and do for the day while she was at work.

But first…the guest room. To cancel his classes.

His frown got even worse the closer he got to the room. He could smell her so much that he realized where she’d spend the night. Alone, in the guest bedroom of her own home, because she couldn’t stand the thought of being rejected by him.

Tom knew in the moment that he’d opened the door to the guest room that he’d had more than his fair share of things to make up for when she came home tonight.

Sebastian frowned when he saw Alana in class on Monday. He hadn’t seen her since Thursday afternoon when they parted in the park, and while he’d given her his number, she had yet to utilize it. He also noticed that she was unnaturally quiet and hadn’t corrected him when he purposely flubbed a quote from Socrates. Nor had she bothered making eye contact with him.

No, he could tell that not only was she uncomfortable, but she was also rejecting the idea of even looking at him. It made his stomach turn, and it felt like a soft rejection, something that he wasn’t comfortable with.

“Miss. Moore, can you please stay after class?” he requested once he’d managed to dismiss everyone, “there is a few things that I’d like to go over with you!”

She sighed, and Sebastian noticed a few guys in the back row spare her a glance before heading out of the classroom. Alana bit her lip, looking back to the door of the lecture hall, before collecting her bag and heading to the front where he stood, “y-you needed to see me, Professor Stan?”

“Yes,” he nodded. He watched as the rest of the students emptied out before he leaned in a little closer to her, “y-you didn’t call…or even text me this weekend. I-is everything okay? I didn’t mean to offend you if I did that…”

“P-Professor Stan, is this about schoolwork, or no?”

Sebastian frowned, upset at the fact that she seemed to be distant from him. She called him Professor Stan, and not Sebastian, like he’d insisted. He reached out to put a hand on her arm and she shied away from him, “I-what’s wrong, Alana?”

“C-can we talk about this later?” she asked softly as her gaze returned to the back of the lecture hall where one of the exits was, “I-I have another class to get to, Professor Stan…and I can’t be late.”

“You can call me Sebastian, Ala-“

“Sebastian…I need to go,” she said firmly, looking back to the door once again, “Please.”

He frowned, gesturing to the back door, “fine…I-I guess I’ll see you later then…”

“Yeah…”

Sebastian waited, pacing like a dog waiting for its owner for the full hour. Not only had she not shown up, but she hadn’t bothered to text him to let him know that she was cancelling. He’d expected her to come to his office at five PM, as she’d originally scheduled, but by six he realized that she wasn’t coming. No, she’d ghosted him.

It had hurt his pride.

Genuinely, it had.

Sebastian was an alpha. An alpha that wasn’t used to rejection. Wasn’t used to women not falling all over themselves just to become closer to him. Whether it was because of his family name, or his family’s wealth, a woman rejecting him was not a familiar feeling with him. It made him feel all too insecure with himself, and it was a feeling that he certainly did not like.

And that’s what made him decide to go the media wing. He smiled, seeing Professor Nelson still in the classroom. He raised his brow when he saw Sebastian.

“Sebastian? Do my eyes deceive me?” the professor joked. Sebastian chuckled, knowing that neither man usually ventured into the other’s wing, “this is a rare sight indeed. what are you doing here?”

He chuckled and ran his hand along the back of his neck, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I came down here. Hopefully you can help me?”

“With?”

“A student of yours,” he said slowly, thinking of the lie as he spoke, “Miss. Moore…she uh-she shot me this past week…I hadn’t gotten a chance to see the photos. She had to rush to her next class…and I didn’t know she had turned them in yet or not…”

“Alana, yes,” he smiled, turning back to his desk. He waved Sebastian over and pulled up two photos from the series, “it was an amazing set. She was able to have some great chemistry with you. It’s impressive! She’s a natural.”

Sebastian smiled, seeing the images, “she made me look younger.”

Professor Nelson chuckled, “no editing. It was either black and white or color, and that was about as much editing as they were allowed. She’s a good kid. Shows a lot of promise. I was surprised that she managed to get you to volunteer in all honesty.”

“Really?” he asked, quirking a brow, “why?”

“Well, I told the students to pick a model, and most of my students pick significant others or random people if they can’t find a friend,” he chuckled, “not usually professors. Though, it did inspire me to approach a few other professors so that we can do live photo studies with them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “unfortunately, not many teachers outside of the media or art wing agreed. They don’t want to ‘waste their time’ was the most common response. I swear, most of them only are willing to do something if it benefits them. What about the students? This is their time to shine, right?”

“Assholes.”

“I’m actually glad you showed up,” he smiled as he turned back to pick up his phone from his desk, “I was going to send you an email today and ask you if you would be up for volunteering again…if not it’s fine, but I-“

“Can I work with Miss Moore again?” he asked, cutting his fellow colleague off, “I feel so awkward having my picture taken normally, but when she shot me, I just felt so calm and relaxed. It felt natural, you know?”

“With a good photographer, it always does,” he smiled, nodding his head, “yeah. I’d be okay with you working with her again…but the photo studies are going to go the rest of the semester with new sets being every other week. I’m going to make it their finals. Can you commit to at least two shoots a month?”

“If I’m paired with her I can.”

“Great,” he smiled happily, “I’ll send out an email to Miss Moore, and I’ll send you an email as well with the topics and list of shoots, that the two of you can accomplish. I may end up having the two of you start this week that way you two can be my examples if that’s alright?”

“Sounds perfect,” Sebastian smiled, suddenly feeling like he was on top of the world, “I’m excited for this, Nelson.”

“Me too, Stan.”

“I don’t appreciate what you did, Professor Stan.”

Sebastian turned around, the smallest of smiles tugging at the corners of his lips when he saw her. Alana looked beyond pissed off at him as she held her books in front of her. He frowned.

“Nice to see you too, Miss. Moore…you missed your check-in on Monday.”

“So, you went and talked to my photography professor to make sure I’m stuck with you all semester?” she asked. Sebastian bit the corner of his cheek and she glared at him, “that was a really low blow, Sebastian.”

“I wasn’t doing it to piss you off,” he said quickly, noticing the change in the way she addressed him, “I did it because I was worried. Thursday was…amazing. And it’s obvious that you feel a lot of the same things that I do-“

“You’re my professor.”

“And you’re my mate.”

Her mouth parted slightly, and Sebastian looked at her, waiting for a response. She gave a heavy sigh, “I have a boyfriend, Sebastian…I-I really like him…and I don’t want to mess that up.”

Sebastian felt his heart plummet into the pit of his stomach. He took a deep breath, “w-what?”

“I have a boyfriend,” she repeated softer. She bit her lip and looked up to the older man, “I-I thought that I would be able to figure it all out on Thursday…and then I went to Bobby’s on Friday and I just…I couldn’t break up with him. H-he told me that he thinks I’m his mate too…”

Sebastian frowned, “that’s impossible-“

“I’m not breaking up with him, Sebastian. What he and I have is something…special,” she said quickly, cutting him off. Sebastian could hear the uneven, nervous beating of her heart and the way that her scent was less fragrant, “he uh…he thinks I should drop your class and just wait until next semester and take it with a different professor…I-“

“But I’m your partner for your photography class now.”

“Yeah…” she frowned, “that makes this even more difficult. It’s not fair of me to be dating Bobby and make you wait while I try to figure out what exactly I feel for him, so I’m not even going to consider asking that of you…but I also don’t want you to think that I’m going to leave him for you either, because I’m not.”

“S-so what are you going to do?”

“I’m not dropping your class,” she replied as she bit the corner of her lip, “or my photography class…Bobby won’t be happy, but I’m not pushing away my career because of what we did…but you may be seeing some of his brothers around.”

“Ala-“

“Please, Professor Stan…I think we should put as many barriers as we can between us,” she said sadly, “I-I think we should stick with our last names. I-I’m also going to have one of his frat brothers or him with me every time we shoot…bec-“

“Because you don’t trust me.”

“Because Bobby doesn’t trust you…and quite frankly I don’t trust myself either,” she corrected. She gave him a sad smile, “Bobby…well…he-he’s one of those super alpha ultra-macho guys. He doesn’t think that we should be alone together to begin with…he doesn’t get that it’s a human thing and that I don’t feel the same things that an omega might…but I also don’t really get the whole shifter thing either…”

“You said that one of his frat brothers might be with you when we shoot if it’s not him?”

“Yeah,” she said slowly, “they’re all kind of dicks…so fair warning on that…”

“What frat?”

“Alpha Chi Rho…but listen…I-I should leave. I have to get to my next class,” she sighed, “Professor Nelson told me that we’ll be the examples for the live studies…so I’ll message you later in the week to get a shoot done.”

Sebastian watched her sadly walk out of the classroom. And his mind was on her the entire rest of the afternoon his mind also swirled around ‘Bobby’ and ‘Alpha Chi Rho.’ By the time he’d finished his classes for the day, he cancelled his office hours. He’d looked up where the Alpha Chi Rho house was, never having made himself familiar with it when he was part of his frat, and had every intention of telling ‘Bobby’ to back up and leave his mate alone.

Which is how he found himself on Greek Row. He sneered. He, himself had been part of another frat, Phi Sigma Alpha, which ironically, was right across the street. But he was well aware of the guys of Alpha Chi Rho. If there was one thing that Alana was right about, it was the fact that the Rho’s were the super macho alphas of campus. They were the only all alpha only fraternity, and that had always struck Sebastian as wrong. They prided themselves on being ‘the best of the best,’ but all they really did was look down on anyone not an alpha. And more often than not, they tended to be bullies.

But it was a simple knock on the door that made his own testosterone go into overdrive. He’d recognized two of the boys from the class that Alana had. He couldn’t place them offhand, but he knew that if they were here, they must have been upperclassmen.

One narrowed his eyes at Sebastian, “YO! LOVER BOY ACTUALLY FUCKIN SHOWED!”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the younger man, “you were in my class.”

“Keepin an eye on our brother’s girl,” the second one commented. The first, who had yelled through the house hit his ‘brother’s’ chest, “the hell Barnes…thinking cuz you’re VP I won’t hit ya back in front of a professor?”

“He don’t need to know shit,” ‘Barnes’ commented, “go be an actual adult and grab Bobby…he was upstairs with one of the pledges showing them around.”

Sebastian’s jaw clenched, “is that code for fucking another girl behind his girlfriend’s back?”

“What’s it to-“

“Shut up and get him Storm,” Barnes grumbled. Storm disappeared from the door, and Barnes took up a majority of the frame, trying to intimidate the older man with his aura, “pretty brave of you to come here, prof…think your title saves you from dealing with us if you fuck with our brother’s girl? We don’t have any problem kicking a professor’s ass because he crossed some lines.”

“Think threatening a professor makes you a bigger man?” Sebastian asked, narrowing his eyes at the younger man while throwing out his own aura. Barnes sneered, but bared his neck after a few moments, submitting to him. Sebastian smirked, “that’s right…I know how to deal with pups like you, Barnes. Think you’re all big and bad because you’re a bit on the larger side for an alpha…that don’t mean shit.”

“Clear out.”

The others looked to see a larger man with a girl on his arm. The omega was giggling as she clung to his side. He could feel his aura from the door and Sebastian frowned.

“You Bobby?”

“Bobby’s not coming downstairs,” the guy replied shortly as he pulled the omega closer to himself, “he’s busy.”

“Tell him I’m here to talk to him.”

“He doesn’t give a fuck, prof,” the guy responded, “and I’m president. I’m saying he’s not coming downstairs, so he’s not coming downstairs. I don’t feel like having the cops come here because he shredded some professor for harassing his girlfriend.”

“I’m not harassin-“

“Looks like that to me…hell, one of our brothers is a cop, and I know he’d hate to come back to the house and arrest yo,” the guy replied, quicker in his responses. He patted the omega’s ass, “baby girl, go back upstairs. Daddy’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”

“Yes daddy!” she giggled sweetly.

He smiled and leaned down, giving her a gentle kiss to her forehead, “love you, mega.”

“Love you, alpha.” she purred. When she turned away, Sebastian caught a mating mark on her neck, and he found himself looking back to the large alpha who had a matching on just below his mating gland. The alpha himself was glaring at him.

“Didn’t I say clear out?” he growled, this time he threw his aura at the remaining guys by the door. Barnes didn’t cave as easily, but he did turn away from him. The guys grumbled about ‘missing the action’ before turning and heading upstairs or deeper into the house. The large alpha exited and closed the door behind him, “you’re going to leave Bobby’s little toy alone, capiche?”

Sebastian growled at the way that he spoke about her, calling her a toy, “and what are you? Bobby’s bodyguard?”

“I’m the president of Alpha Chi Rho, Curtis Everett…and I know who you are, Professor Stan. It’s why I allowed Bobby to take some of the guys so they can watch over Alana. I know you Sigma’s like to pretend to be the good guys, but you’re not. She’s a human that doesn’t know the difference between a good alpha and a bad one…you aren’t what’s good for her,” he informed him firmly. Sebastian tensed, feeling put off by him, “you’re going to stop this bullshit, fawning over his little toy. You’re going to give her a passing grade and she’s not going to show to your classes anymore. And the only time you’re going to be allowed to meet with her is when she’s stuck doing that stupid fucking photography class. Understand, prof?”

Sebastian felt himself snarl, “that’s not up to you…”

“Bobby’s asked me to handle it, so I am,” Curtis said, narrowing his eyes, “now personally, I’d rather be knotting my mate…but since you decided to pull your bullshit, my attention is now split between her and this stupid little drama. And when anything takes me away from my mate, I take it seriously. So, you need to go find an omega your own age and stop kissing little school girls.”

“So, then you know my situation.”

“You kissed a claimed girl, professor,” Curtis chuckled darkly, “you scented her in a public fucking place…do you know how many pledges we had to throw at Bobby to get him calm enough that he wouldn’t kick your ass on sight? He’s run through most of the alpha girls…cheating on his poor little plaything, because of you. And that’s really on you, prof. How’s it feel knowing you caused that, huh? Feel like a big bad alpha now?”

“She obviously doesn’t matter to him if he’s fucking around.”

“She’s human,” he said, rolling his eyes, “she couldn’t handle an alpha rut. Barely made it through his rut in the summer. But Bobby wants to keep her around…likes her I guess. And I’m going to help a brother out, because that’s what a good one does.”

“I’m not backing down, Curtis.”

“Fine,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. Sebastian’s brow furrowed as the president started back into his house, “I gave you your warning prof, but Bobby doesn’t play fair…he’ll break your little fucking mate and not think twice about it if she doesn’t listen to every word he says.”

By the weekend Sebastian still hadn’t heard from Alana. Meanwhile, Calista was having the opposite issue with Natasha. She’d had so many texts and calls from her that she had to turn her phone off and hand it over to Chris. She was so upset by the fact that Natasha had alpha commanded her, that there was no way she could forgive her in any short time span, and thankfully, Chris was there for her.

“Are you going to tell me what just happened” Chris asked when they got back to Sebastian’s house, “I-I mean, if you don’t want to tell me, I understand, but it’s something that we will have to talk about eventually…you know that? Right sweetie?”

She frowned, “I-I’ve been in an abusive relationship before…”

Chris frowned. That was not what he had expected. Calista lifted up her shirt and started lowering her pants to show Chris a scar.

“I’m so sorry…”

“At first I didn’t think too much of it,” she offered with a sniffle, “I mean it was a cute little high school thing. I thought he was just really protective of me. He would always walk me to classes. Always holding doors open. Just all in all, he was always there. Whenever I needed him. But I realized that any time I didn’t agree with him he would alpha command me.”

Chris’ frown deepened, his mind instantly going back to the conversation from dinner where Natasha had bulldozed over her, “I-I’m sorry Calista.”

“Natasha knew about him,” she sighed, “he goes here too, but she made sure that our schedules were polar opposites, so-so I never see him. He’s a trumpeter. I mean, thankfully I haven’t seen him around, but I know he’s still here…and I just…well, the night I went to break up with him, he alpha commanded me to stab myself.”

Chris’ eyes bulged as they went back to her scar. But he sat, frozen in his seat, “Cali-“

“He said he found out about Natasha…called me a dyke,” she whimpered, not able to maintain eye contact with him any longer, “he said that gays deserve to die…he pulled a knife from his bag and he commanded me to stab myself…I-I did…and he left me at the high school to bleed out in the band room. If a janitor hadn’t have walked by…I-“

But she didn’t get to continue before Chris pulled her against his chest, his own tears blurring his vision, “no one is ever going to hurt you again, omega…I-I won’t let them.”

“I-I don’t want to think that Natasha would do anything like that,” she cried against his chest, fisting his shirt, “bu-but…she knew what he did. She knew how I felt about the commands…and she did it…it just sent me back…I-“

“It’s okay baby,” Chris cried, holding her to his chest, “you don’t have to talk about it okay…you can stay with me as long as you want…we can get your schedule moved around…it-it’s still early enough in the school year…just say the word and I’ll take care of it. Y-You won’t have to so much as see her if you don’t want to, Cal…but it’s entirely up to you. Just tell me what you want, and we’ll do it.”

“I can’t see her, Chris…please…help me.”

“Good evening…”

“Hey…”

“You uh…you’re Chris’ omega?”

She nodded softly, “I-I can stay in his room if you want me to…”

“No, no,” he said quickly, shaking his head, “I just…I didn’t expect to see you. Chris has been kind of hiding you the past few days…”

She frowned, “I’m sorry…Chris let me hide away in his room…I-uh…I’m kind of going through something. With Natasha.”

“He told me,” he frowned, taking a beer from the fridge. When she looked at it, he held it out to her, “do you want one?”

“I-uh…I’m nineteen.”

“You’re not planning on driving anywhere, are you?”

“I-I don’t have a car.”

He smiled and passed her one of the bottles after cracking it open. Opening the fridge, he’d grabbed himself another one, and cracked it open before taking a swig, “from what Chris tells me, you need it then…”

“Natasha doesn’t like alcohol.”

She frowned realizing that she’d rejected the drink under the grounds that her mate wouldn’t like it. Sebastian gave her a sympathetic look, “I can get you something else if you like.”

“No,” she said firmly, putting her hand over the bottle. She picked it up and took a swig, “I-I want to start doing things because it’s what I want to do…n-not what she expects of me.”

“Do you want to drink?”

She frowned. Not entirely put off by the question, but she wasn’t entirely sure about the answer. Did she want to drink?

“I-I don’t know.”

“Well, how about this…I’ll grab you a bottle of water, and I won’t judge you if you don’t drink,” he said in a kind, soft tone. Turning back to the fridge, Cal watched as he grabbed her a bottle and slid it across the island to her, “and in the meantime, I’m going to spill my guts to you, because I need a sounding board, and quite frankly, I don’t care if it’s Chris, Tom, or someone I don’t know…if that’s alright.”

Cal gave him a small smile, happy that he was offering her a distraction that didn’t include her own personal relationship woes, “O-okay.”

Sebastian smiled, walking around the island before sitting on one of the bar stools beside her, “we can even pretend we’re in a bar and don’t know each other if you want.”

“We really don’t know each other,” she giggled, feeling more at ease by the alpha’s joke, “Y-you’re a silly man, Sebastian.”

“Thank you,” he smirked, taking another swig from his beer, “so where did Chris go off to anyways while he left you here?”

“He-he’s picking up a pizza…I asked if we could do a pizza and movie night.”

“You’re getting Chris to eat pizza?” he laughed, “the man hasn’t even looked at a carb as long as I’ve known him and you’re getting him to eat that? Fair warning, I may be invading your movie night just for the chance to see him eat pizza.”

Calista giggled again, feeling even more at ease with the elusive roommate that Chris had told her about, “O-okay…but weren’t you going to tell me about something you needed help with first?”

“You’re a girl, right?”

Calista smiled, unable to stifle her laughter. Instead, she opted for a sarcastic tone as she ‘looked at herself’ in mock horror, “Me? What? When did that happen? All this time I thought I was a guy!”

Sebastian smiled, “alright smartie…well brace yourself! This is about to get real.”

Calista grinned now, using both her hands to brace herself on the counter, earning a look from Sebastian, “what? You said to brace myself!”

“Oh, you’re perfect for Chris,” he laughed, turning back to his beer. He took another drink, and this time, Calista reached for her own bottleneck and tipped it back, enjoying the foreign taste, “so…I don’t know if Chris has told you or not, but I found my mate…and she’s a student in one of my classes.”

“Hmm,” she said passively, “there seems to be a lot of that going around lately.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, knowing that she was referring to both herself, and the situation where Chris had told her about their roommate Tom falling for one of his students, only he’d marked her and then realized that she was a student, not a professor.

“Anyways,” he laughed, dragging out the word, “I haven’t heard from her since Wednesday…and it’s now the weekend…and our first shoot is due by Wednesday…she has my number, but she never texted me…would it be weird if I reached out to her via her school email?”

“Kind of,” she admitted softly, “Chris told me that she’s got a boyfriend…right?”

“Yeah,” he groaned, “from a rival frat too!”

She frowned, “a rival frat?”

“When I went here, I was in a frat called Phi Sigma Alpha,” he told her softly, “me, Chris, Tom…we all went here…me and Tom were Alphas…Chris pledged as a Rho…but we forgave him for that.”

She giggled at the cheeky comment, just as Chris strolled into the house, the smell of a large pepperoni pizza filling the air.

“LUCY I’M HOME!”

Chris was surprised to follow the sounds of her giggles, finding her still in the kitchen, but not alone. Sebastian was sat beside her, an unopened bottle of water in front of her, and a beer that was half gone beside that. Chris rose his brow.

“I-I wanted a beer,” she said quickly, following his line of sight, “he didn’t force me to drink it.”

“Beer?” Sebastian offered his friend. Chris shook his head.

“No,” he smiled, reaching out for the bottle of water, “if someone is getting an introduction to drinking tonight, I’m going to be the sober one.”

Her eyes widened slightly, “I-I’m allowed to have more than one?”

Chris leaned forward and kissed her temple, “you can have as many as you want omega…I’ll only cut you off if you have too much.”

She chirped happily at his comment and Sebastian gave them a soft look, “see…that’s what I want…you two are cute together…the girl I like…the one I was telling you about…we kissed, and she avoided me all last week. Then on Wednesday she told me she had a boyfriend. So, as I was saying…I went to the guys place…and here’s the thing I didn’t tell you Chris, her boyfriend…a Rho…”

Chris froze, looking at his friend, “what?”

“Kids a Rho…belongs to your frat.”

“Rho’s don’t really do girlfriends, Sebastian…especially not their current line up. I think only one really has a girl right now…and that’s rare.”

“I gathered as much when he wouldn’t come to their door, and their president tried scaring me off!” he grumbled, “you know Curtis…right?”

“Dear god, please tell me Curtis isn’t her boyfriend.”

She looked to Chris, “What’s the matter with dating a Rho?”

“They’re kind of ultra-macho dicks,” he admitted sadly, “I mean…as you can see, we grow out of it…but…it takes some time.”

“No…some guy name Bobby!” Sebastian claimed, “but apparently the girlfriend rule went out the window, because that Curtis kid had his mate there too.”

Chris’ eyes closed and he sighed, “Bobby Pronge?”

Sebastian shrugged, rolling his eyes, “I don’t know the fucker’s last name…it doesn’t matter…the point is, I went there and tried to talk to him like a man. But he wouldn’t show his face…he was too busy fucking some pledge for their sister sorority.”

Calista bit her lip, remembering the name, but not able to place it, “that’s really messed up.”

“Right?” he asked, turning his attention to her, “I just…I don’t know what to do. If it’s weird to message her through her school email, and I don’t have her number, what else can I do?”

“You just have to wait, I guess,” she sighed sadly, taking another drink of her beer, “sometimes you just have to wait out the situation and hope for the best.”

“I don’t want to wait though.”

“Hey…I waited and look what happened to me!” she pointed out, “I ended up getting to know my other mate…”

“Uggh,” he groaned, “that’s just it. She claimed that this fuck head was her mate…after we discussed it when we kissed, we had the understanding that I was her mate.”

“Well, I have two,” Calista reasoned, “Maybe this girl has two mates as well…I mean…I’m not going to lie, when I found out that Chris was my other mate back in May, it sent me into a tizzy. I freaked out…having two alphas is a scary concept. You know? Two ruts to take care of. Will it throw your heat cycle off? All kinds of things!”

“That’s just it, she’s a human, and she’s not bonded like you and Natasha are!” he said quickly, looking at her, “she’s a human and he’s got her convinced that he’s, her mate. She doesn’t hardly know anything about shifters…I mea-“

“Wait?” Calista asked, something clicking in her mind. Her eyes went wide as she looked to Chris, thinking about the sex tape that had been circulating during her Friday class. A human with a shifter. Alpha Chi Rho, “what did you say his name was again? And hers?”

“His name is Bobby…and hers is Alana Moore.”

“It’s Robert Pronge,” Chris confirmed, rubbing Calista’s back. His brow furrowed as his attention went to her, “why? Do you know something, omega?”

“N-no…not at all,” she lied, shooting Chris a look as she turned to him, mouthing that she’ll explain it later, “c-can we go eat our pizza and watch movies? I need to get this off my mind.”

“Yeah…of course, omega!”

Chapter 7

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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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For whenever you feel inspired to play with him: Feeezy + pressed together in a tight space + “Ohhh, kitty cat, you have no idea what I could do to you.” 🫠 I think I just hurt myself writing this lollll.

Sweet Jesus, Siri. Fuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkk 🥴 This is giving A.W.A. Freezy before he took his princess.

Warnings: Dark AU, Prequel, Predatory Behavior, Housing Instability, Income Instability, Innuendo and Suggestion, Manhandling, Barely Edited. Minors do not interact (18+).

Word Count: 1,600

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The stone concrete of the park table bench grinds into your thighs. But it’s a free place to sit and spend your time. Plan your future—if you even have one. The coins spread across the table. You flip each one face up and sort them out. It’s all so bleak.

You check the time on your watch and sigh. You’ll have to head back to Vera’s soon. She’s not your first choice for couch surfing, but she always says yes when no one else does. Staring hard at the coins, potential plans formulate. If only you could land a solid job or two, not like the one at the hotel that only calls you when they need extra hands.

The cheery, mechanical tones of the ice cream truck chime across the playground. You glance up, the same Mr. Freezy truck that stops by every day. The same ice cream man. It’s no substance, but you get up from your seat for the soft serve, scraping every penny up from the tabletop.

You hang to the back of the line, arms crossed over your chest and gaze cast to your feet. Shuffling along, you finally get to the front. You glance over at the menu, catch sight of his back, his hands digging around in his freezer.

“What can I get for you?” he asks, tone harsh and impatient.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Pronge,” you say, clear and loud—knowing the exact steps to this little game the two of you play.

He straightens and spins quick, leaning out his window a bit to get closer to you.

“Oh, hi.” His lips tilt in the inkling of a smile. His tone far more friendly, though still not soft. You don’t think he knows how. “Soft serve?”

“Yes, please,” you reply with a nod.

He gets to work, eyes glancing your way every so often. “You want it dipped?”

“Yes, please.”

He smirks. “Been meaning to ask,” he begins, stirring the chocolate with a ladle. “What’s your opinion on stuffed animals?”

Caught off-guard by the question, you don’t reply immediately, though you keep your smile on your face.

“I, uh, I think they’re cute, Mr. Pronge,” you finally say.

He turns and hands over the cone. You thank him and grab a couple of napkins from the holder.

“Cause I was thinking.” His shoulders shrug, but his eyes remain focused, intense. “I have a bunch laying around and I got no need for ‘em.”

“Oh.” You stare at him a moment, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, wishing you could accept. “I would love to, except I don’t really have space for anything right now. I’m sorry, Mr. Pronge.” You want to look away, ashamed of your situation, but you can’t. That wouldn’t be playing the game.

His eye glint behind his glasses. His jaw ticks. You wonder if you’ve upset him. A glance at your ice cream cone turns your empty stomach—free food.

You bite your lip and say, “I’m living on my friend’s couch right now. I can only keep what I can carry.”

Tears dot your waterline, but you sniff them away. Refusing to break down in front of the generous man. He already pities you enough to give you charity. One a day, everyday. You don’t need to look any more pathetic in his eyes.

“I understand,” he says, reaching out his window to pat you on the shoulder. An awkward gesture, but one from which you don’t shy away.

“Thank you again, Mr. Pronge.”

He hums and you take the first bite, teeth cracking chocolate. “See you tomorrow.”

You wave and back away. Already, your ice cream starts to drip down your wrist. You lick at your skin before wiping with a napkin. Another half hour on the park bench, then you’ll head over to Vera’s.

The lights are so low you can barely see. Music thumps around the walls, barely intelligible. No melody, all about the beat. Sitting at a table with your water, you watch Vera, strutting around the dance floor. She flits from one partner to the next. Her smile shines bright, and it makes you wonder whether she had been telling you the truth.

Trying to fix the borrowed outfit, you wiggle in your seat. The fabric clinging too tight to all the places you don’t want the attention. You glance around, people watching. Waiting, really, for Vera’s friend.

The flash of glasses catches your eye. Illuminated by the lights flashing up above. You squint. It couldn’t be. The hair falling around his shoulders, the colorful collared shirt. You’d never seen him out of his uniform. It was hard to tell. If only they’d make this place a little brighter. You shake your head and take a sip from your glass of water.

“You should be dancing,” Vera slurs. Her body slumps against you. Already intoxicated from a few drinks. She wraps her arms around your neck and presses her face too close to yours. “Come on.” She tugs at your limbs, but you stay put.

“I thought we were meeting your friend?”

She huffs and releases you, opting instead to cross her arms and pout. “We will.” You’re surprised she doesn’t stamp her foot with the indignation in her tone. “As long as you catch his eye.” She nods toward the VIP section and the man lounging on one of the couches, surrounded by women. “So, come on.”

You swallow and stand. This was not the opportunity you expected, but you’d spent your last cent today. You’d have to do whatever it took not to drown.

Following Vera to the dance floor, you take a deep breath, trying to block out all the bodies crushed together. They press and grind. You sway. Skin crawling at the perceived attention. A fish out of water.

You hate this music. You hate these people. You hate your life.

Your hips move from side to side, shaking off hands that grope and the press of strangers. You’re not doing this for them.

Avoiding the VIP section, you glance around the dance floor. The figure you spotted before stalking right around the edges. You move your way closer, but he continues his path. Like a predator in the wild. He scans every body and swerves around obstacles.

But you see him, now. The glasses, the downturn of his lips, the tilt of his shoulders. Mr. Pronge.

You lose sight of Vera in the mass of bodies, but you keep dancing noncommittally. Anything for the chance to save yourself. You spin around, hoping to carve out some personal space. Just something to keep the others away from you. Dizzy, you notice the approaching figure.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks.

You meet his eye and try to smile through your shock. “Hi, Mr. Pronge.” You lift your hand in a small wave and keep your body moving. You glance over your shoulder, searching for Vera.

“I asked a question,” he growls.

He steps forward, you step to the side. He keeps advancing. And it’s like he’s herding you where he wants you.

You reach the edge of the dance floor and his hand wraps around your bicep. Leading you away from the crowd and the crush. The volume drops lower and the relief it gives brings a genuine smile to your face. But it’s then you realize you’re pressed against the wall of a narrow, deserted hallway by the ice cream man.

His brow raises, waiting for an answer. You nod and glance around the small space. Chest pressing to his.

“My friend wanted to introduce me to someone,” you reply. Hands flexing at your sides. You wonder what you should do with them. Where you should place them.

“Why?”

“He might be able to get me a job.” You keep fidgeting, more nervous by the second with him in such close proximity. The moment dragging between the two of you.

“No one in a place like this has good intentions,” he warns, gaze burning straight through you—was that disappointment or contempt.

Your eyes drop from his in shame. “Thank you for the advice, Mr. Pronge, you’ve always been so kind to me. I should get back.”

You try to move away, to escape, but he keeps you pinned in place. His chest expanding with his breath, the buttons of his shirt straining. His arms raise, finding this place to bracket your body, one by your waist, the other beside your head. Swallowing the spike of panic that threatens to grow into an all-consuming wave, you meet his eyes again.

Something dark shines back at you. In the low light, his hunger finds you its prey. You freeze. Unsure of how to proceed. Balancing on a thin line. Still needing his charity.

“You shouldn’t quite trust me either,” he whispers, leaning into your ear, arm muscles flexing. You swallow a whimper. He inhales a millimeter away from the skin of your throat and chuckles, dark and syrupy. Your stomach drops, a mix of apprehension and appetite. “Oh, princess, you have no idea what I could do to you.”

Your tongue swipes over your lips. More thirsty than you’ve ever been in your life. You wait, heart pounding in your ribcage.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And that’s it. All at once, he backs away. A scream echoes in the distance, above the cacophony of the club. Your head turns in curiosity. The music cuts and you turn back to the ice cream man, only to see him slipping out a side door and disappearing into the night.

Thank you for sending this over, Siri! I had lots of fun! 💜

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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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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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** I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted on any other platform without my written consent **

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.

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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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