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littlelioncub43 · 2 years
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Evil Woman
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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
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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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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year
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happy birthday nat 🥹❤️
Could we see a little drabble with Bobby and Kitten?
Prompt “I can’t sleep without you, It’s too cold”
I mean idk how this would happen with these two unless Bobby is in like prison LOL
Lol, I will say, trying to write fluff for some of the couples I included in this is gonna be difficult, but I think I’ve figured it out.
Warnings: drunk Bobby, drugging without consent (just cough syrup, but still), handsiness, mentions of f receiving oral sex
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You smiled as you did your best to manhandle Bobby into bed, nodding along with him when he continued to insist he wasn’t sick even as he was sniffling. If you hadn’t managed to sneak some cough medicine into the multiple hot toddies you’d convinced him to drink, he probably would’ve still been trying to eat you out.
Instead he was clumsily grabbing your ass and tits while he mouthed at your neck before you shoved him onto the bed, still attempting to get his hands under your sweater and pouting at you when you just pushed them away so you could get him undressed.
“Get ndaked.” He sniffed again and huffed when you just shook your head at him as you took off his boots then started working on his pants. “You listend to mbe womband…”
“Bobby, you can’t even say ‘woman’ right now, don’t try to boss me around.” You finally got all his clothes off and sighed when you considered the next task of getting him into pajamas. “And maybe you’ll listen to me the next time when I tell you to put on a hat and coat before you go outside.”
“Didnd’t ndeed it.” He just wanted to pull you on top of him and watch you ride him, he didn’t think that was unreasonable. “I’mb finde.”
“No you’re not, you’re stubborn.” You could tell that he was losing his battle with the medicine and alcohol since he let you pull his flannel bottoms on after just a few lazy kicks. “Now get under the covers.”
The look he gave you was the epitome of petulance, his brow all furrowed and his bottom lip sticking out and you wanted to take a picture so he couldn’t deny how big of a brat he was next time he was sick. But he still let you pull the blankets over him, his eyes almost immediately starting to droop when he was all bundled up as he turned on his side.
“Wait, dond’t go.” Bobby grabbed your hand when you tried to walk away to get the humidifier, somehow managing to look utterly pathetic as he wound his fingers through yours. “I cand’t sleep without you, it’s too cold.”
“Jesus Christ.” You rolled your eyes and breathed deeply before pulling off you sweater and jeans and moving to crawl into the bed next to him, chuckling softly when he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his whole body around you. “You’re absolutely ridiculous, I’m gonna tell your brother what a baby you are.”
ว໐іຖ mฯ 𝖿ᥣน𝖿𝖿mᥲş ᥴᥱ̄ᥣᥱ̄๖rᥲ𝗍і໐ຖ
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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years
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Robert Pronge: Time to sin AU
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year
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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 4
Summary:  Robert and Cherry talk
Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Robert X Cherry
Rating:  mature
Warnings:  language, branding, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  3.3K
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“Dada,” Robert stares up at the ceiling in the bedroom, holding your sleeping body closer to his.  “Dada, hi!” Sundae squeals ring through the monitor.  Cherry was always the one that would get up with her.  It was their morning routine for him to hear that sweet voice on the monitor, and sleepily walk into her bedroom.
“Dada,” her voice sounds a bit more pitiful, and you open your eyes, looking up at Robert.  “Dada.  Aye, Dada!”
“Robert, you gotta realize, she’s a baby.”
“Pretty Girl, I’m not mad.  You get you some clothes on, and I’m going to get my other pretty little girl.  And I want to talk to you about something,” you nervously sit up, not quite sure what he could possibly be wanting to talk about.  He didn’t have that angry look on his face as he walks out with only boxers on, and you slip on a loungy shirt and shorts.
“Aye!” Sundae squeals.  She couldn’t walk, but she could hold herself up in the crib.  Bending her knees and bouncing up and down when she sees Robert.  Her mouth opening and closing before struggling to get out, “Pop.  Pop.  Pop.  Pop,” leaning forward to bite on her crib.
“Did you just give me a name?” You smile, sitting on the bed.  Lifting your knees up to your chest as you listen to him.  “Are you calling me Pop?”
“Yesh,” she starts bouncing up and down before holding her hands up, and falling onto the mattress, “Oh!  Pop.  Pop.  Pop!  Hi.”
“So I’m Pop.  Makes sense.”
“Dada?” She holds up both her hands in question, looking around Robert’s body to the door.
“That is what we got to talk to your mom about.”
“Mommy!”
“Okay.  Okay, let's grab a diaper, wipes, and the baby, and we’re going to see your mommy,” rolling your eyes because of course Robert didn’t want to change her.  He carries a sleepy eyed baby into the bedroom, and she wiggles around in his arms making grabby hands at you.  
Handing you the baby and supplies, he sits on the opposite end of the bed, watching you and Sundae.  The way she was staring up at you with her bright eyes, chewing on her hand.  Her chunky little legs flip her over once her diaper is in place, and she squeezes her hand at you.  
“What is that?” Robert asks, and you let her crawl closer to you.  “What is she doing?”
“Baby sign language.  She wants milk,” crawling into your lap, she’s the one that lifts up your shirt, and Robert just stares.  “Cherry thought sign language was a good thing to implement.  Especially when her speech is limited.  She can tell us when she’s hungry, or hurt, and even if she wants more of something.”
“That’s incredible.  You two really did a good job with her,” you tilt your head to the side, giving him a soft look.  “Last night didn’t go the way I hoped it would,” that was an understatement.  Last night was a fucking disaster.  “He was trying to make you jealous.”
“Yeah, it worked.  Worked on a baby as well.”
“And it won’t happen again.  Cherry can say what he wants to me, but you are out of the question.  And Sundae didn’t ask for any of this shit.”
“Freezy baby, you were doing so good with your swearing.”
Robert is the one who was smiling now.  He never imagined this life that you had given him.  Never could have foreseen a woman in his life.  Just one, and he is completely satisfied.  He definitely never saw himself openly willing to share his woman with another man.  But it wasn’t just sex between you and Cherry.  The two of you had created a bond, and love in between you.  He had become Sundae’s father.  As much as Robert wanted to be pissed.  He was thankful.
“I want to talk to Cherry.  Just me and him.  Not include you or Sunny because it gets you both upset.  Pretty Girl, you understand I would do any fucking thing for you, right?  That extends over to our daughter that is sucking so fucking loud on your tit.  Damn girl, is it that good?” She slaps at her chubby little leg when Robert gets a dastardly look, “I need to test it out to make sure it isn’t poisonous.”
“No, you need to go talk to our friend.  Our partner.”
“Did you teach her to say Pop?”
Sundae unlatches from you, sitting up to look at her Pop, and you give her mouth a little wipe, pulling down your shirt, and she scoots closer to Robert, “It was Cherry’s idea,” Robert cocks his eyebrow up looking at you, “After she called him dada, it became his mission to heavily show her pictures of you, and say your name was Pop.  She must have just put that together this morning.  Huh, darling.  Say Pop.”
Her mouth opens and closes, trying to get the sound out when she just blurts, “Pop!  Dada!”
“Even she knows that there’s supposed to be two of you.  So, now that you realize that last night was a disaster, why don’t you see if you can bring him back home.  In an actual relationship with us.”
“Yeah, I don’t like the way that sounds.  We share you and the baby.  I’m the husband, he’s the boyfriend,” Sundae gives him a little hand clap, her mouth lifting in a pretty little smile.  “And tell mama I got to try those titties later tonight.”
“Robert, do not talk about that in front of our daughter.”
“She’s a baby.  She doesn’t know what I’m fucking talking about.”
“Uck.  Uck.  Uck,” you narrow your eyes looking at Robert as Sundae repeats Robert’s favorite word.
“I’ll quit talking like that in front of her, but when it’s just us, and a possible Cherry boy, oh, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”
“Uck.  Uck.  Uck,” she was already learning her Pop’s harsh way of speaking, and you couldn’t have that.  Waving your hand to shoo Robert away, you decide today would be the day that you unteach your daughter the word fuck.  “Uck.  Uck.  Aye!”
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Robert slings his hand in the doorway, stopping Cherry from closing it in his face.  “What do you want, Robert?”
“To talk.  That bitch fucking here?”
“No.  Nobody is here,” Cherry steps away, walking back into this dump of a motel, flopping back on the bed.
“No bodily fluids were left on this fucking bed?”
Cherry looks back at Robert, glowering at him, “Not from me.  What do you want?”
“Last night was a terrible fucking idea. I should have listened to my…um, to Pretty Girl.  She just wanted all of us to talk.”
“About what?” Cherry goes from laying flat on the bed, to sitting up.  His hand rubbing over his belly while he yawns.  “I slept like shit.”
“Because you’re used to sleeping in my damn bed.”
“Here we go.  Thought you wanted to talk, but you’re wanting to stake your territory.  I got it.  She’s yours.  Why do you think I brought a woman?  I can’t do this Robert.  I can’t be the side piece.  The third wheel.  I can’t know that I spent months with that woman.  Watched her body change, and held her hand while she pushed out your daughter, but she became my daughter, too.  That baby means just as much to me as her.  So I’m either in, or I’m out.”
“Would you shut your fucking pie hole for a goddamn minute?  Shit.  I talked with her, and Sundae agreed, we’re ready for you to come home.”
Cherry yawns, rubbing the back of his head, while he thinks.  Ground rules needed to be set sooner rather than later.  He tried to have sex with that woman last night, but she wasn’t you.  Politely called her a car to take her home while he drowned his sorrows in a bottle of Jack.  All he wants is to go home.  Be with you and see his daughter, “It’s not that simple.”
“Make it that fucking simple.”
“It’s not that easy.  What is Sundae to me?”
“Don’t be a son of a bitch.  That baby is your daughter.  She fucking calls you dada.  Is that what you fucking wanted to hear?  She’s your daughter, but she’s also mine.”
“Was that hard?” Cherry gives him a smile, but there is still more that needs to be discussed.  “I’m not sleeping upstairs in my old room.”
“Fine.  Go the fuck on.  What else?”
“There has to be some understanding that I don’t want just sex.”
“What do you fucking mean by that?”
“I’m a sensitive kind of guy.”
“Yeah, no fucking shit.”
Cherry gives him a laugh, twisting his head to pop his neck.  The crack makes Robert gag a bit.  For someone who was a professional murderer, he had some odd things that made him sick to his stomach.  “What I mean is I like quick little kisses.  I like holding her just because.  I can tell when she’s had a bad day and just wants to cuddle.  And I can’t be walking past her for a hug, kiss, and an ass squeeze if you’re going to growl at me.  If we’re doing this, I’m all in.  All of me.  All of my body, and all of my heart.”
“I don’t want your fucking body near me, unless were fucking double penetrating her.  There’s nothing between me and you.  You fucking get that, right?  Like if our cocks fucking touch, it’s because we’re stretching her tight light cunt over two cocks, or she’s sucking on both of us.  Or fucking shit!  Stretching that ass over two dicks!”
“Easy.  I don’t want to fuck you anyways.  She would have all of my body and heart.  And I know, we’re sharing her, but I want equal opportunity.  And as hot as it is for us both to destroy her, you know it’s okay for just one of us, right?  And it can’t always be you.  Sometimes you gotta let me have solo time.  And not just with you stroking your cock in the corner, but you watching our baby, while I make sweet love to her.  This only works if we’re all on the same page.  I will share a bed with you.  That bed upstairs can be for when it’s one of our birthday’s or something.  Or for another kid, or…I don’t know.”
Robert breathes deeply, thinking closely about everything that Cherry had told him.  It was only fair that everyone was equal with you.  Feelings were involved, and they were so much deeper than genitals.  Even if he could shove his cock pretty deep in your cunt.  
“You know what you son of bitch, let’s go home, and we need to talk with my…our fucking Pretty Girl.  We’ll figure it out.  What I do know is that Sundae was asking for you this morning.  She got me, called me Pop.  And Pretty Girl — she fucking needs you.  Last night was horrendous, but she needs you.  She needs all of you.  So I guess this is where we are.”
“Yeah.  Let’s go home.”
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“Hey darling,” you coo over at your daughter who was bouncing up and down, holding on to the couch.  Looking towards the door, and making grabby hands.
“Dada.  Pop,” she looks back at you, cheesing, and then looking back at the door.
“You hear the car pull up,” she gives you a head nod looking towards the door.  Hearing the door knob turn, she gives a little squeal, and when Cherry and Robert walk in together, her hands drop from the couch.  Giving one step forward.  “Oh my god,” you whisper, putting a hand over your mouth.
“Dada,” she squeals, lifting her hands up, and almost losing her balance.  Getting a determined look on her face when she takes another step.  “P-p-Pop!” A giggle comes out of her mouth before taking two quick steps, and crashing to the floor.  “Uh-oh!”
Deciding she gets somewhere quicker when crawling, her little legs shuffle her to the men, and she looks between the two of them.  “Yay!”
“I think she fu…she told us what she wanted,” Robert walks over to you for a chaste little kiss.
“And what’s that?” Cherry leans over, picking up his little girl.  He might not have helped create her, but he loved her like she was his own.  He holds her so tightly, as she pets and slaps around his face.  The moment of him refusing her, and leaving completely forgotten for her, but for Cherry it still remained.  He could still see her angelic face as she cried for him.  Arms reaching out, and he like an ass, walked away.
“She wants you and Robert here,” you choke out, watching the two of them.  You couldn’t stay mad at him.  “So don’t be stupid.”
“So you’re my girlfriend now?” The corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk, and you try to remain calm.  Try to not think about how him and Robert being open and okay with you having both of them was making your entire body tingle.  
“It appears that way,” you would give all three of them the world if they asked you.  You felt as if your job was to keep them all happy.  “Thank you for coming back.”
“There’s only one last thing for me to do.”
“And what’s that?” He walks Sundae over to Robert before turning to you.  His hands playfully run around your neck, until he takes off your choker, and you look up at Robert, eyes already shining, and lip trembling.
“Pretty Girl, after today, you won’t wear that choker ever again,” reaching into his pocket, he hands you a lighter, and you look over at Cherry realizing what is happening.  “If you want him in our lives.  Make it official.  I’m going to take Sundae outside for a bit.  You two be careful.”
Cherry was already laying on the couch with his shirt off when you leave his side to find some tweezers, “Where do you want it?”
“On my neck,” you bite at your lip, looking at him was placing the charm where he wanted it, and you giggle, walking over to him.  Wrapping his arm around your thigh, “Sit on me,” with the knowledge that Robert was okay with this coupling…tripling, you straddle his body, and hold the charm with the tweezers.  His hands rub up under your dress, cupping your ass, while you wait for the metal to heat up.
“You remember when Robert and I got our brands?”
“I do.  You were just this scared sweet thing.  And if I recall, that’s the first time I got to play with this pretty pussy.  I tasted your sweet honey,” you swat his hand from traveling up the front of your dress, and turn to look at him.  “We’re gonna need a bigger bed.”
With a devilish grin, you press the ice cream cone charm up against his skin, grabbing onto an empty vase, you add pressure to the metal, while he seethes.  “Hurts worse than you thought, huh?”
“It’s worth it.  Pretty Girl, it’s cooled down.”
Letting the charm drop off his skin, you give his chest a smack, “And don’t you ever make our daughter cry like that again.  She was inconsolable.”
“I don’t need to hear this.”
“Yes, you do.  You should have talked to us then.  You…you brought a stupid bitch here, and Sundae was confused.  This branding doesn’t change what you did.  You…you whore.”
“Aww,” his hand coasts under your dress, letting his finger rub over your mound, “I am a whore, but nothing happened with that woman.  I’m a whore just for you, and I wanted — I wanted to make you hurt, and then I hated myself for that, and then with Sundae…that hurt.  But I either wanted all of you and her, or none of it.  I can’t be the other man.”
“You weren’t to us,” he tilts his head to the side, and you couldn’t deny that you had led him to believe it was always going to be Robert.  That there wasn’t anything that could change how you felt about him.  Making Cherry feel it was an either or.  “You should have talked to all of us.  You got pissy.”
“I got pissy because Robert is possessive.  We’ll go over some rules, because I want this to work.  He wants it to work, and I’m going to guess you do, too.  And yeah, I should have waited, and not jumped into railing your ass when he got back.  I fell in love when you were pregnant, and the thought of him getting all that I had fallen for, it hurt.  I couldn’t think normally because I just hurt.  And now my damn neck hurts.  This needs to be cleaned, and I would like to spend some time with…Sundae.”
“She’s our daughter.  Yours, mine, and Robert’s.  And eventually…I might have persuaded Robert with a great blowjob, but our next baby is biologically yours.  I want you to have the same experiences as him, and he as you.  He missed out on all of Sundae’s early life, and my pregnancy.  He loves her, too,” Cherry nods his head, moving the hand that was palming you to your thighs again with a smile.  “He’s a good dad.  I don’t want you to think he isn’t. He adores her, and he wants the best for her.  And you need cleaned, and we’re going to play with our daughter.”
“And later we’re going to play with…”
“Sleep.  Mama is tired because she didn’t get any sleep last night because she was pissed off at you.  So daddy, let’s get you cleaned up, so we can see Pop.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Cherry grunts sitting up while you get the first aid kit.  
“Taking your shirt off was so unnecessary,” you slowly start cleaning him off, finishing with a soft kiss to his new brand.  Burned into his skin was the same mark that adorned yours and Robert’s skin.  “And I still want to wear the choker sometimes.  It’s cute.”
“Let’s go spend some time with Miss Sundae Pronge.  Maybe the next baby can be Blueberry or Raspberry, or Blossom.  Cherry and Blossom.”
“Maybe the next baby is a boy.”
“Reese’s pieces!  Graham cracker!”
“Why do the children need to be named after food,” Robert looks back at the two of you.  Sundae holds her hands while she bounces up and down with a cadence of Pop on her lips.  “Maybe he’s just…”
“Pie!  Cherry pie.”
“Most definitely not.  Tell your daddy and pop that if you have a brother his name is not pie,” Sundae just smiles, her sweet little face looking between the three of you, “She’s happy.  She’s at peace since we’re all together.”
And she was.  The way she moved her head back and forth looking between her daddy and her pop with the brightest smile, made those two men weak.  She had the two of them wrapped around her tiny, but chubby fingers.  Her scrunchy nose smile makes them ooh and ahh and at her.  Robert stands up, leading her to the grass, and grabs her hand.  She holds up her free hand for Cherry, and the three of them start walking around the backyard.  This could work.  And they would make it work for her, but also for you.  
You were going to have your hands full with the two of them, but it was definitely worth it.  You felt an ease engulf you.  Comfortable here with them.  Your family.  Your everythings.  You were sure there was going to be disagreements, especially with their two loud personalities.  But it was going to be worth it.  It was going to be work, and you were willing to work on it.  For them.
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deceitfuldevout · 1 year
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'Easy Money' Masterlist:
Dark!Robert Pronge x Heiress!Reader
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❤️ = Fluff
🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw
🖤 = Dark
❌ = No warnings/Sfw
Part 1 - Easy Money: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183176153923584/easy-money-part-1?source=share
Part 2 - Breaking and Entering: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183378711511040/easy-money-part-2?source=share
Part 3 - Money Maker: 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295047580270592/easy-money-part-3?source=share
Part 4 - A Reunion: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295259765850112/easy-money-part-4?source=share
Part 5 - Your Worst Nightmare: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379812461281280/easy-money-part-5?source=share
Part 6 - A Barbed-Wired Picket fence: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379816368226304/easy-money-part-6?source=share
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 108
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Welcome to Week 108
Since I’m having surgery tomorrow I wanted to drop this weeks list early so I don’t forget about it.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜
Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.
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Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
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Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 15 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie​​​​​​
Cuddly Kitten (4) - @holylulusworld​​
I can’t - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan​​
The Auction - Part 3 - @caffiend-queen​​
You're Invited! - (Ransom x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker​​
Just 2 Months - (Chris x Reader) - @denisemarieangelina​​
Ethereal Part 2 - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420​
OMG A Puppy! - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​
Brothers in Arms Part 6 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @wiypt-writes​​
Life in the Fast Lane - Part Nine - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger​​
Backfire - (Ari x Reader) - @hansensgirl​​
An Indecent Proposal: The Paris Exchange - (Steve x Reader) - @imanuglywombat​​
Until I found you - Part 1 - @madscape​​
Winter Magic - (Loki x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker​​
Uninvited guest - (Tony x Reader) - @ironlady1993​
Happy to be Home - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
His Sweater - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420
a gentleman in the streets - (Steve x Reader) - @christywantspizza​​
Sound of Silence - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslutpadalecki​​
A Debt to Pay - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817​
So We Can Act A Fool - (Mr. Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch​
Our Little Happy Family - (Peggy x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker​
It's You - Chapter 4 - (Dean x Reader) - @princessofdarkwinter​
The Line - @writercole​
Tempt Me, Pet - (Loki x Reader) - @kitkatd7​
Can’t Run - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan​
Sweet Temptation - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​
Down By The River, All Bloody and Wild - @imanuglywombat​
A New Hope - @writercole​
The Birdcage - Final Chapter - @caffiend-queen​
Lumbersnack - (Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817​
Through the mirror verse Part 1 - Part 2 - @ironlady1993​
Dark drabbles series 1 - @ironlady1993​
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hansensgirl · 2 years
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‧₊˚. 𝐅.𝐇: 𝐌𝐑. 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐘.
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(𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄.)
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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
** As always, please let me know if there is anything that needs a tag/warning! **
** I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted on any other platform without my written consent **
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Robert is uncomfortably hard and angry. He sits on his front porch, slowly nursing his third beer of the afternoon, and watching you across the street as you garden in your front yard. It’s not the activity that makes his blood boil, it’s the fact you seem to be completely oblivious to the fact that the boys that stop and talk to you aren’t there for gardening tips. Even from a distance he can tell their minds are far from giving a shit about how you care for your favorite lilies, he knows they’re far more interested in what’s beneath the short but hideous dress that he’s pretty sure your mother made.
He doesn’t understand how your parents can be so protective, to the point where you’re rarely without a chaperone, but yet here you are, outside all by yourself while some pencil dick frat bro flirts with his Princess. His grip tightens on the drink in his hand, crushing the can and spilling its contents onto his pants, as he watches the boy pull you in for a hug, his hands grabbing your ass while he holds you. Robert is about to run over there to beat the living shit out of the boy, when your mother runs out of the house, slipper in hand, chases him away and pulls you inside the house.
He adjusts himself, he can’t take this anymore. While it’s been easy enough for him to get his Baby Doll alone, he has yet to figure out a way to see you alone, each time he hints at you coming over to his house, your parents are quick to invite themselves over as well, so all he gets are the brief occasions where you’re outside alone and he certainly can’t do anything in front of the whole neighborhood. Although he does enjoy the thought of fucking you in front of everyone, that’ll show them, especially those frat bro douche bags and your fuck boy next door neighbor, Mr. Tucker, who you belong to.
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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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stargazingfangirl18 · 3 months
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Pound Town Masterlist
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Pairing: Various CE Fictional Babes x their (different) fem!readers
Summary: In a fucked up omegaverse where omegas are treated more like pets than people, some of our favorite babes make it a little better.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. A/b/o AU. Some MFM trio pairings. Pet play elements. Various other warnings per story, so be sure to read those.
Status: In progress
🥵 Indicates explicit sexual content. 😈 Indicates dark content
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Forever Home (Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader x Jake Jensen) 🥵
Stray (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)
Obedience (Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Spoiled (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson) 😈
Shelter (Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Rescue (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader) 😈🥵
The Gift (Bryce Langley x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Handpicked (Cole Turner x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Rehoming Strategy (Pete Brenner x Fem!Reader) 😈
Deceive (Frank Adler x Fem!Reader x Nick Vaughan) 🥵
Temptation (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson) 🥵
Relish (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Relief (Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Invitation (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)
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Drabbles, Headcanons, Imagines, Etc.
When You're Sick (Various Babes)
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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 6 months
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2023 Kinktober Masterlist
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I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!
Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​
Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️
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Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)
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babyjakes · 2 years
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find all the submissions to eun's 5k stuffie writing contest from her old blog [@dadplease] here!
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like a moth to you by @foxgloveprincess | dark au | Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator] | Your keeper leaves you alone—locked away—when he’s out on business. But he always brings back a gift when he comes home.
little one, you got me staring odd by @mutual-monsters | dark au, hurt/comfort | Steve Kemp x gn!reader | Steve finds an unorthodox way to deal with his darling’s night terrors.
anything for you by @bucky-boo-bear | hurt/comfort | Little!bucky x reader | When a little (large) something catches his attention, bucky doesn’t wanna leave it. Too bad it is at the store and not his home. Not for long though.
surprise, surprise by @stevies-corner | fluff | SoftDark Daddy!Steve x Little!Fem!Reader | Steve has a surprise for his little and there’s one she’s not too happy about.
stuffies and stitches by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog | hurt/comfort, fluff | Bucky x disabled reader | After a long week Bucky gives you love.
to the salon by @astrorogers | fluff | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader | It’s really not that bad, it just needs a little… Shaping. To the salon! Reader and Steve acquire an old stuffed animal of Steve’s that is in need of some TLC. So she sends the beloved stuffed bear to a stuffed animal hospital for a makeover.
a new friend by @worksby-d | fluff | Andy Barber x fem!Reader | Turns out moving in with Andy isn’t the only big life change happening.
anything my girl needs by @candlelight-letters | fluff, smut | andy barber x f! Reader | After a stressful couple of weeks of work and mental health piled up, Andy knows exactly what his wife needs and plans an entire night where she doesn’t have to think at all.
*contest winner!* a second chance by @upallnite2getbucky | hurt/comfort, fluff | Bucky x Reader | While having the worst day, you find something unexpected that turns your day around.
what you need by @honeydulcewrites | hurt/comfort | Daddy!Chris Evans x Black Little!Reader | When things are overwhelming you, he knows exactly what you need
make it all better by @candy-and-writing | hurt/comfort | stucky x reader | after comforting you from a nightmare, steve and bucky always know how to make everything better
a gift by @trashywritestrash | fluff | Steve Rogers x single mom! reader | When your sitter cancels right before your date with Steve, you decide to bring your daughter along
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Super dark!reader having naked Robert and Lloyd on a leash. They have to be on all fours when she walks somewhere and have to sit next to her (also on the floor) when she is having a meeting😏 she loves to humiliate them and loves to punish them
Oh my goodness, its been forever since we talked about Robert Pronge 💀 I went soft for this, I can't help it, I'm a softie!
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The bruises on his knees were constant. The ache and tenderness in his joints never went away, you made sure of that. Thankfully, the blue, purple, and yellow marks only decorated his legs; you'd been in a kind mood these last few weeks, and he wanted to keep you like that.
Even now, as you sit in a meeting with one of your arms supplier from the West coast, you idly play with his hair. Hell, you even gave him a blanket to keep the icy bite of your office at bay— you in the best fucking mood on the planet. It was terrifying Robert.
You sat cross-legged in your leather chair at the head of the mahogany meeting table, your attention half on Martinez and half on your little pet at your feet. The statistics were mind-numbing, figures you already read in his report this morning, the meeting only being a formality, a show of respect to you. Martinez, thankfully, was just about done, he could tell you didnt want to be here any longer than necessary.
"That just about covers it, Ma'am. Any other details that I've missed should be in the report I sent this morning, but I'd be happy to go over them again if you'd like me t—"
"No need for that, Martinez, your report was very thorough," you calmly interrupt, still threading your fingers through Bobby's soft locks, your good mood was even scaring Martinez, "you may go now. Give my best to your wife, will you?"
"Yes, of course, Ma'am," he nodded with a well practiced professional smile. "Goodnight."
You don't watch Martinez as he makes his exit, instead keeping your eyes on Bobby, who's eyes were trained on the floor, like you taught him. His favorite dark blue blanket was wrapped around his waist, cushioning his knees. You though about giving him a pillow but you knew that he'd like the blanket more today. With a sigh, you gently turn Robert to face you with a finger on his chin.
"You've been so good for me, pet," you whisper and hold his chin in your hand, your thumb stroking his cheek. Robert was nearly a puddle from the praise alone, but the gentle touches were sending him deep into the headspace only you could put him in. You grin when you see his eyes glaze over. God, he was so fucking easy to control. "You like being good, don't you, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress," he agrees immediately, his voice dreamy and desperate— absolutely pathetic, "I love being good."
"I know you do, baby," you coo and lean down to kiss his forehead, a reward. When you pull back, Bobby's hands are gripping the blanket over his thighs firmly to keep to himself, ever the good boy. What catches your eye is the growing tent beneath the navy blue blanket. "Aw, Bobby, are you hard?"
He nods as his face flushes with a combination of embarrassment and desire. He can barely remember a time when you calling him 'pet' didn't get him harder than a fucking rock, but he knows he wasn't always like this. The thought doesn't linger for long when you tug his leather leash to bring him closer to you, your lips barely touching as you speak.
"Shall I take care of that for you, pet?"
How can he refuse?
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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years
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The Murder In My World
Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!reader (Bobby and kitten, Poison Paradise AU), implied past Officer Bill c hit woman!reader
Words: ~1.6k
Summary: Bobby and you move closer to making your relationship official, despite some hiccups.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (rough sex, choking, slapping, cream pie, dirty talk), gun violence, murder-ish, death by animal mauling, gore, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!
A/N: Who knows if I’m gonna be able to churn out more after this but it’s something!! I miss writing for you guys 😩. Fingers crossed that my muse doesn’t fall into another coma.
I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!
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“Fuck, Bobby.” You moaned when your hips met his again, rolling your clit against him and sliding your hands up his chest while he dug his fingers into your waist. “Dunno if I’m going to be able to give up being on top once you’re all healed up.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He growled as he frowned up at you, unable to stop his hips from rising to meet yours when you wrapped a hand around his throat. “Shit.”
“That’s what I thought.” You grinned at the groan he gave you when you squeezed, leaning into it as you started riding him faster and let out a sigh at the feel of his cock twitching inside you. “Such a good boy for me, just gonna lay back and take whatever I give you from now on.”
“Quit being a cunt.” He snarled when you tightened your grip on his throat and dug the nails of your other hand into his chest, driving up into you suddenly and chuckling when you gasped. “Acting like you’re not gonna turn into a cockdrunk slut the minute I fuck you like the little bitch you are. Fuck, clenching so hard at just the thought of that, huh? Making that sweet snatch gush all over me. Taste how fucking excited you get at the idea of me fucking you like I own you.”
You moaned when he shoved a hand between the two of you and coated it in the cream that was leaking out of you around his cock, your eyes rolling back in your head when he shoved his soaked fingers between your lips and gripped your jaw. He grinned at your whimper when he slapped you across the face with his other hand, cooing demeaningly before yanking your face to his so he could pull at your lips with his teeth.
“Such a fucking bastard.” You sucked on his tongue when he shoved it into your mouth, rocking your hips against his desperately and cutting off his air while your cunt fluttered around him. “Make me come, asshole.”
“Fucking needy bitch.” His voice was a low rasp against your lips while he kept fucking up into you, tilting your head back roughly and dragging his tongue over your jaw. “Go on, kitten, soak my dick.”
You groaned into his mouth when every muscle in your body seized, shaking violently and squirting your pleasure all over him as your rhythm slowed to a deep roll while you sagged against him. Bobby purred against your lips while he throbbed inside you before he was pumping you full of his cum, kissing over the curve of your jaw until he could growl in your ear while he wound his arms around your neck and held you close.
“Where the fuck you think you’re going?” He grabbed at your waist when you started to crawl off him, slapping your ass and biting at your ear when you gave him an annoyed huff. “Kitten…”
“Fucking told you, no sleepovers until I’m officially moved in.” You slapped him when he tried to grab you again when you straightened up, letting his cum leak down your thighs while you pulled your dress back on and gave him a teasing grin. “Which is gonna be in two days at the most, so quit whining. Gonna have to deal with enough neighbor gossip once we’re shacking up, don’t wanna deal with that shit before I have to.”
“Fuck the neighbors, kitten…” He groaned when you curled over him and brushed your lips over his, curling a hand around the back of your neck and sighing when you disconnected from him. “This is fucking bull shit.”
“Yeah, get some sleep, Bobby.” You pushed him back against the pillows while he pouted slightly at you. “Want to make sure that leg heals up good, we’ll do your stretches in the morning.”
Bobby grumbled to himself while he watched your hips sway as you walked out of the room, the pleasant gaze that had settled over him helping him drift off in spite of his stubbornness until he was lost in a dreamless sleep. He knew he wasn’t going to get a good night’s rest until you were finally in his bed where you belonged.
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The sound of three gunshots woke Robert up with a jolt, a ragged scream following them and bringing him to full consciousness that had him diving out of the bed and grabbing his pistol from the nightstand.
Those shots had to have come from your house, they were too close to be from anywhere else and it’s not like your other neighbors had anyone gunning for them. He cursed himself for letting you talk him into still sleeping separately while he was healing and you were still in the process of moving all your things to his place, ripping his front door open and charging across the street towards your house. His adrenaline was so high he completely forgot about needing a cane, the pain that was sure to be shooting through his leg tomorrow forgotten while he burst through your front door and started searching for you.
As soon as he saw you he felt a feral snarl rip from his chest. You were completely covered in blood, your nightie soaked through as you panted heavily while you leaned against the wall in your hallway and stared at him.
“Where the fuck is he, kitten? I’m gonna tear his fucking head off.” Bobby rushed forward and wrapped his free hand around the back of your neck, brushing his nose along your cheek and growling softly when he felt you sag against him. “Where did he get you, baby?”
“It’s not my blood, Bobby.” You breathed deeply while he pressed his lips all over your face and curled his body around yours, looking down the hall and waiting until his eyes followed yours and he let out a low curse. “Schatzi, here.”
Your dog whined when he turned his head towards you from where he was still standing over the body of the intruder, giving it a final snarl before limping towards you to shove his head under your hand while he held up his hind leg. Bobby scowled at the gun the asshole had dropped as he kept looking you over, his hands searching your body for any sign of injury while he took in the utter mess he’d walked in on. The body was almost unrecognizable, its right arm almost completely ripped off at the elbow and its throat torn apart. There were two bullet holes in your wall from where the intruder had fired his gun, and the third must have been in your dog, judging by the way he was favoring his left leg and the blood that was dripping from the wound in his thigh.
“Shit.” Bobby couldn’t stop staring at the mangled body, cursing when he heard sirens approaching as you crouched to inspect the dog’s wound. “What the fuck are we gonna do about this?”
“Nothing.” You shook your head when he scoffed at you, rising to your feet and grabbing his gun to set it next to yours on the side table. “It’s a home invasion, the cops aren’t gonna dig into something this straightforward. Is that gun clean?”
“Yeah.” He frowned at you while you wrapped a strip of fabric around Schatzi’s leg to staunch the bleeding. “Do you know who it was?”
“Didn’t recognize him.” You managed to bring up some fake tears as you prepared to meet the police. “Think Merks knows we’re working with the new crew.”
Bobby just nodded and held you up while you opened the door, clenching his jaw at your fake sobbing and trying not to roll his eyes when one of the cops on your front lawn was that mustached idiot you’d spent so much time teasing. The asshole actually growled at Bobby before turning to you with a worried look on his face, ripping you out of Bobby’s arms and holding you close while you sobbed into his chest and the rest of the cops rushed into the house.
“Suzy! What happened?” Bill completely ignored Bobby while he leaned against the wall once his leg started screaming at him, the dog loping out of the house too and standing next to Bobby while the officer inspected your face. “Did he do this to you?”
“No, Bill, Bobby came to save me.” You were still wailing dramatically as you reached behind you to squeeze Bobby’s hand, letting him pull you away from Bill and tucking your face into his shoulder while your chest heaved. “I don’t know what would have happened if Schatzi wasn’t there. Why did this happen?”
“We’re gonna find out, honey. Over here!” Bill turned away from you to wave down the paramedics when they pulled up, telling them to make sure you were ok before frowning at you and Bobby again. “I have to secure the scene, Suze, I’ll check on you later.”
He snarled at Bobby before heading into the house, leaving you to the ministrations of the paramedics while Bobby ran his hands over you. One of the cops ran back outside while they were examining you to vomit on your front lawn, scowling at Bobby and Schatzi once he was finished and wiping his mouth as you stumbled towards the ambulance.
“That thing should be put down.” The cop spat as he stood back up, cringing when Schatzi whined and turned to lick his wound. “It’s a fucking killer.”
“Yeah? Fuck off.” Bobby rose to his full height and growled at the asshole, snorting when he scurried back into the house after averting his gaze before turning and scratching the dog behind his ears. “Good boy. Let’s get you cleaned up, dog. Gonna make you a fucking steak.”
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 107
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Welcome to Week 107
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜
Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.
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Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old.These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​ & header by me
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I love you 3000 💜 Missy
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Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 14 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie​​​
Making Memories - (Billy x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​​
Fuck - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-barnes-diaries​​​
Prank Gone Wrong - (Tony x Reader x Stephen) - @ironlady1993​
It's Been One Week - @writercole​​
Ari Sinday Drabble - @angrythingstarlight​​
Made Me Come Undone - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch​​
Pumpkin Patch - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​
Brothers in Arms Part 5 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @wiypt-writes​​
Welcome Home - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger​​
Allegedly extinct [Bonus] - @ironlady1993​
Hostile - Part 3 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor​​
Rawhide - Chp 12 - (Steve x Reader) - @wiypt-writes​​
Chilly Nights - @ghostofskywalker​​
Lost It All - (Jake Hangman x Reader) - @writercole​​
Weaknesses - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan​​
I only work out for the Pizza - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​
Morning Emoji Fun - (Chris x Reader) - @denisemarieangelina​​
Have a Taste - (Lloyd x Reader) - @navybrat817​
Comfort - (Andy x Reader) - @sage-writing​
Baking - (Steve x Reader) - @there-goes-thefighter​​
A Little Misunderstanding - (Sam x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker​​
A wolf in sheep's clothing - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslutpadalecki​
Rude together (8) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld​
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hansensgirl · 3 months
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summary. | Lloyd Hansen can’t get enough of his favourite dancer.
prompts. | Lloyd Hansen + Mob Boss + “You have no idea what you do to a man like me.” + Choking, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!mob boss!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader.
warnings. | DUBCON, power imbalance, mob stuff, reader is a stripper/erotic dancer, choking, breath play, conditioning/grooming, implied stalking, voyeurism, obsession, pet names, Sir kink, and more.
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.
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Lloyd Hansen—the man everyone fears, yourself included—stands over you, watching you with careful eyes. You’re dressed in white lingerie, just as he asked his men to do. It’s a far cry from what your boss makes you wear every night. 
You would dance for Mr. Hansen each week. He would choose the song and the private room, and you would follow his orders. Much to your surprise, he never broke the cardinal rule. Mr. Hansen never put his hands on you, even though he could. 
“You’re gorgeous, angel,” Lloyd coos, sipping on his alcohol. You grow shy under both his praise and his gaze. He’s told you this before—typically after each dance. But the way he leers at you now is new—perhaps he’s always done this, his eyes shrouded by the darkness of the room. 
The mob boss sets his drink on his desk, and he bends down, hands stretching out to touch you. He treats you as if you’re something magical—a being not from this planet, yet he has staked his claim on you. After Lloyd visited the club and saw you the first night, he went to your boss—a man he has worked with for many years—and told Freezy that you’re only to dance for him. The money he gave the lecherous man afterwards was too good to resist, and so everyone in that club knew you were untouchable—Lloyd’s girl. 
“You have no idea what you do to a man like me,” he growls, breathing growing heavy as he makes you stand. Lloyd’s large hands are wrapped around your arms. He has a firm grip on you, as if you’ll run away from him. You can’t—no one has ever been able to. 
“Sir…” you whisper as his face moves closer to yours. You can admire him far better this way—the moustache he keeps well-groomed, his beauty marks, and his stormy eyes. There’s a bit of green in the blue sea of them—something you never would’ve noticed had he not taken you home tonight. 
“So precious, so sweet…” Lloyd continues, almost muttering to himself. His hands move upwards, towards your neck, and he wraps them around your throat. 
Your breath hitches as you’re startled. You try not to show your shock too much—afraid of upsetting the mob boss to the point of his notorious wrath. Mr. Hansen squeezes and puts pressure on your airways, cutting off your breathing. 
Your hands involuntarily grab at his wrists, but you make no effort to fight him. “Are you scared, honeybee?” he questions, noting that your irises are nearly gone with how blown out your pupils are. 
He can also see how your nipples pebble and poke through the lace that does a poor job of covering them. Lloyd thinks about how he’ll have to dress you up in the most expensive lingerie next time. 
“N– No, Sir,” you admit to him. Perhaps you are a little frightened, but your arousal is most resonant. “Good girl… Daddy would never hurt his special girl,” Lloyd tells you. You nod your head, feeling a bit dizzy. 
The mob boss loosens his grip on your neck and allows you to breathe properly, relishing in the power he has over you. 
“I just can’t help it sometimes. You make me want to do such terrible things,” Lloyd coos, and you give him a smile. Well-trained, well-prepared. It’s as if you’ve braced yourself for this since he set eyes on you. 
“How do you want me, sir?” you ask him, fingers playing with the bottom of your dress. Lloyd hums as he thinks, looking around the expanse of the room and then at you. 
“On my lap,” he eventually decides, sitting on his chair. You place yourself on his knees and settle, allowing him to adjust you the way he likes.
You await your next order or perhaps the first lewd thing he’ll do to you. But Lloyd just stays like this, watching you intently. That’s what he loves best—watching you, even when you don’t know it. 
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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years
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Life of Runes
One: Ace of Hearts
Pairing: Viking Freezy x Female Reader, Curtis Everett x Female Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: You’re forced to marry the community leader while your heart belongs to another. Word count: 2284 Chapter warnings: dark content, 18+ ONLY, explicit language, explicit sexual content, forced marriage, non-con, forced penetration, breeding kink?, use of alcohol, mention of swords (not used for violence), pining? (is that even a warning), Mr. Freezy. < if I missed a warning, feel free to let me know.
* The vows for the marriage ritual was found on google, it’s not mine and I do not claim those vows to be mine. All credit to the rightful owner/writer/author/priest.
A/N: MINORS DNI! My first series in 6 years. This series will contain violent and dark elements throughout and poor reader will be pulled through the ringer as the story progresses. Not all facts are historically correct, it’s fiction after all. It’s a story that has been on my mind for a while and decided to write to get rid of some anger a while back. A massive, massive thank you to wonderful and amazing @wakingbeauty​ for being an amazing cheerleader on this.
This is not Beta’d, all mistakes are my own.
I do not consent to have my works copied, reposted or translated on any other platform. Reposts on any given platform have been posted without my permission or consent.
By clicking on keep reading you agree to be 18+ or over!!
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It was a whimsical free feeling running through the barley fields. Your hands gently touched the dried tops. Your hair blowing in the wind as you twirled in the field wishing the wind would take you.
Your head jerked into the direction of the horns blown. Glancing over at the church as the bells chanted from the tower, you were late and there wasn’t any time to get changed.
Today was the day all females of ripe age would be presented. Your community leader had yet to pick another wife since having encountered a third loss. You remembered the excitement from your parents. The joy that echoed through the small wooden shack when they heard the knock on the door. Ecstatic that finally you were chosen for such a grand opportunity to climb the ladder towards hierarchy.
The loose strands hanging from your once neat braid. Your skin glossed with a thin layer of sweat from the heat of the sun and free spirited run through the fields.
Your blood danced to the beating of the drums. Your feet bouncing along to the rhythm slowing your pace from the run back to the small village you had called home ever since you were born.
Making your way towards the collective gathered crowds, pushing your way through it. Noticing the close line of females dressed in white. As they passed, you joined the line and eased in with the ritual dance.
The set up stage nearing as you circled around to the beat. The drum line and flutes taking their place in front of it leaving a pathway leading up to the doors of the home from the man in charge.
All fifteen of you were given a flower necklace, each flower representing the houses you had once been divided in.
New England asters represented the house of the warlords. The house of the man that held your heart, he looked tortured and wounded. His soul bruised as he’d fought the many battles to protect your community.
Blanket flowers represented your house, the various shades of red, yellow, orange, or peach stood for healing, growth and free spirited love.
Plains coreopsis represented his house the elite. None of the females out of his house were presented in this gathering. Nor were they ever seen mingling among the lower class.
The beating of the drums picked up and you fidgeted in your spot. Observing your feet as you tried to straighten out your dress. Your eyes shot up when the drums suddenly applied single loud bangs.
The doors of the large villa opened and you recognized the face of the supreme military leader stepping out. Curtis Everett. Followed by a man who you couldn’t see yet, no-one had ever seen any of the elite leaders. They marched out with large confident steps.
The nerves overtook as you tried not to show too much curiosity for the man behind him. The idea had thrilled you of what he looked like, only having heard so much about him. It had left you guessing and dreaming of the long curly hair, the beard snuggling his face and fantasizing about his possible soft character.
You weren’t prepared for the moment Curtis stepped aside when the drums stopped. The evil grin that was plastered on his face. The way his eyes raked over all your bodies, instantly making you feel engrossed.
The silence was deafening, no-one saying a word. Shallow breaths from the close bystanders being the only sound piercing your ears. He stepped forward climbing the small steps.
He glanced over every female as he slowly took in their features, coming to a halt in front of you. His fingers raked your cheek making you shudder.
“So pure.” His voice was low, you stilled at the unwanted compliment and the touch to your cheek, watching his hand fall from your face.
He toyed with the flowers in his hand. Gently caressing the leaves of the blanket flower. Your heart skipped a beat and hoping for dear life he was going to pass and move on to one of the others in the line-up.
For a moment he paced again before returning in front of you and holding up the flower in his hand. Cheers erupted from the crowds and the beating of the drums eluted all hesitation for a split second.
You could feel the relief from the others in line and felt their pity looks without even looking around. Your emotions bubbled to the surface quickly, realization hitting you that life as you knew it was over.
He held out his hand, waiting a split second for you to grab a hold of it. When you didn’t, he forcefully grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward into his side wrapping his arm around you holding you close. His grip digging into your flesh uncomfortably as you tried to hold it together.
The drums were hit at a quick pace accompanied by the low hums of the festive committee. Chants from the on watching mass throwing white flowers for prosperity, love and fertility as you passed.
Your gut twisted at the thought of having to sleep with the dark force that had claimed you. Your feet reluctantly stepped along to his set speed. The wooden arch came to sight quicker and faster as you approached the pagan priest holding a large horn in one hand.
As per tradition a brother stood right by the vicar holding two swords. One would be presented to you, an exchange and transfer of protection to both your families uniting. Your sister standing on the other side holding the cups of bridal ale for when you tied the knot.
As the ceremony took place you drowned out your sorrows, taking in the new life that would be your new forever home. Your free spirit being killed within a month after the wedding. Being watched by others as you were bred and a child being forced upon you.
You were jostled back to reality when your body shifted sideways at the unforgiving pull. Looking down at the rope being wrapped around your wrists. The handfasting ritual that would literally tie your lives and hearts together for eternity. A public declaration for your union as with every knot you spoke ‘we do’.
* Now we are bound one to the other
With a tie not easy to break.
Take the time of binding
Before the final vows are made
To learn what we need to know –
To grow in wisdom and love.
That our marriage will be strong
That our love will last In this life and beyond.
You looked into the darkened orbs of your now husband, the light blue ring still sparkling, before you both spoke your final “we do”.
The priest motioned for your sister to come forward, handing you each a cup containing the amber coloured liquid. You linked your free arms as you drank from the bitter good, letting the light pine aroma tingle your taste buds.
The late day turned into night, the villagers drunk on the provided mead and bellies full from the feast. As the hours progressed the more nervous you got. Your heartbeat stopped when the whistles of the boned out flutes rippled through the air.
You could’ve sworn you heard a high chant from spirit as it took a deep ringing in your ear. Causing your anxiety to rise further as you were enclosed in a small circle. The chants of well wishes mixed with the rhythmic beating of the drums while the fiddle kept its cheery tune.
You looked over your shoulder seeing the six chosen ones lined at the door. Your heart sinking down further as your heart longed for another. Another that stood in that line. Another that was going to watch you be taken and claimed by a different man who you had to call your husband now.
You had no choice in this matter, you’d seen the way he looked at you when you stood on the podium earlier today. The pain written all over it, the torture awaiting and the look as if he already knew you’d be the chosen one. That was the only way you could justify it now.
The inappropriate gropes from your newly husband made you feel uncomfortable as you were ushered towards the longhouse of the elite. A house that you would have to start to call home. A house that would keep your secrets. A house that would make your heart weep as time progressed.
The tears welled up in your eyes with one last look towards your family and small community of people you’d called home ever since you were born. The comfort and safety ending when the doors would eventually close behind you.
As you passed taking in the looks of the people who’d be watching you get bred, you couldn’t unsee his. The last one made your heart sink further in your chest. The wounded look of displeasure written across his features. The look that burned your soul, the look that made you want to scream, the look that made you want to run up to him and beg for his forgiveness.
“I wanted to feast on you before even tying those fucking knots.” Your husband spoke.
You couldn’t form a response to the statement. He reached for your dress, but you took a step away. Your reluctance only seemed to excite him as his grin grew larger. Something evil is what you sensed coming from him and it was only confirmed when he grabbed your arm harshly.
“Don’t be difficult with me, you’ll end up begging for me by the end of it,” he growled as his facial features darkened with glee, “or you might end up like one of my previous wives.”
“I’m sorry...sorry.” You stuttered as a tear slipped down your cheek. Swallowing hard while he loosened the strings that held your dress together at the front. Your breast falling from the tight strap in, eyes squeezing shut while taking in a deep breath letting your head fall.
“Look at me.” He barked, when you didn’t move he forced your head up, roughly kissing your lips making you wince at the forceful impact.
You heard the heavy sigh in the room, you knew it wasn’t your husband, you knew it was him. Your dress falling from your frame, pooling at your ankles. Your arms and hands folded over your body in embarrassment as you felt your cheeks burn.
You winced at the tight grip on the back of your neck. “Don’t hide from me.” Forcefully removing the clutch you held yourself with. “I’m warning you.”
“Pronge, no need to threaten her.” Your eyes snapped into the direction of the sound. The broad man standing tall, ready to intervene.
“Are you telling me how to treat my wife?” Pronge pointed a finger into his direction. All he did was shake his head and spare himself a further scold. “Great, now I’m agitated and need a release. Good thing I’ve got an inexperienced tight cunt to fuck.”
The anger in his voice scared you even more for what was to come. This man wasn’t what you had dreamed about. He wasn’t the kind soul you had wished upon, he wasn’t like you had imagined him and he surely wasn’t a leader that spoke authority by just looking at him.
He backed you up, your knees buckling as it hit the wooden frame. He didn’t seem to care about the other people in the room. He didn’t seem to care for your comfort as he pulled your legs apart settling between them.
Opening the flap of his pants, his cock springing free from being restrained. His long hair falling in front of his face as he leaned in. Lining himself up and punching inside your hole with a single rut. All air leaving your body without a single moment given to adjust to him forcefully pounding inside of you, no time getting used to the wide stretch.
Your head fell to the side avoiding Pronge’s gaze. Instead you found him, the pained look made your heart ache and before you knew it your hand reached out for him only to be caught by the vicious male you had to call your husband.
The pleasure not building fast enough, the raw strokes of his cock scraping your walls roughly. It wasn’t comfortable and you knew Pronge had caught on, but couldn’t care for your well-being as his hips bucked up into you while you winced from the discomfort.
He didn’t care for your pain nor your pleasure, he only was in it for his own fix. His angered grinds slowly made the tears drop from your eyes.
Your walls contracted around his cock. The small trickles of blood mixing with your arousal from the excruciating impact. His white ropes painting your channel as he released his spend, dropping on top of you.
You laid there frozen and unable to move, taking in your surroundings. Your pulsing core throbbing from not having finished. The approved looks of the 5 chosen ones watching as they watched you being bred. It made you sick to your stomach, knowing you hadn’t been a part of this choice.
You tried to avoid eye contact with the sixth member, but failed when you found him looking towards a wall. His back faced you as he probably turned away, too hurtful to stay and watch your life being claimed by another.
The apologetic words gently repeated itself in your head in the hopes your husband wouldn’t notice that with time your heart belonged to another man.
I’m sorry Curtis.
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