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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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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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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 110

Welcome to Week 110

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.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

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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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Chrome & Leather - Chapter 1 - (Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Wild Ride - (Billy x Reader) - @agentwhiskeysdarlin

Surprise Breakfast - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

First Day of School - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Shot Down - @writercole

A harmless Taxi ride - (Stony x Reader) - @ironlady1993

Hope to God You See My Face - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Interference - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Chubby Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Sam Wilson & Matt Murdock Roommates - @1000night

Sunday Snuggles - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Welcome to Paradise - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Forever, you will be mines - (The Darkling x Reader) - @princessofdarkwinter

Through the mirrorverse 4 - @ironlady1993

Constant - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @navybrat817

A Taste of Submission - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Recovery - (Bradshaw x Reader) - @writercole

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Infinity - (Bucky x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

nomad!steve is filthy and so are you - @christywantspizza

Hospital Visits, Anxiety and McDonalds - (Stucky x Reader) - @jackthemarvelfinatic

ICU, I love you. - (Stucky x Reader) - @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

Daddy's best friend (3) - (Ari x Reader) - @holylulusworld

You're No Bun - (Rooster x Reader) - @writercole

Aahp (2) - New territories - @holylulusworld

Wasn't looking for love till I found you - @madscape

Drunk Or Baby? - (Andy x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

Riding On - Chp 28 Part 2 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

Miss Velvet - Chp 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @missvelvetsstuff

Girlfriend boyfriend, Girlfriend boyfriend - Part 6 - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Sunrise - Part 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

Delicate Edges - Part 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

The Agony of Desire - Part 4 - (Billy x Reader) - @becauseicantthinkwritings

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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His Fucktoy

Kinktober 2022 - Day 4

Pairing: Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader

Kink: Degrading

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Robert’s wife leaves for the weekend and you come over and he doesn’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (nipple play, vaginal fingering, squirting, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, rough sex, daddy kink, degrading, pussy slapping, spanking), slight!soft!Robert, slight aftercare, reader being a tease

a/n: Here is Day 4! I hope you like it and this was my first time writing Robert Pronge so I hope I did good!

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Robert walked into the large two story house, his cunt of a wife went to her sister’s for the weekend, so Robert had the house to himself. It was his only quiet time, he could barely stand his wife when was home, it took all of his willpower to not kill her because he had to keep up appearances. So that meant he had to take his anger and his frustrations out on something or someone else.

As soon as you heard your phone ring, you knew it was Robert. Earlier that day, you watched his wife leave with their son and you waited for the phone to ring. You got up from your comfy spot on the couch and grabbed the receiver and pressed it to your ear.

“Hello?” You asked through the phone acting as if you didn’t know who it was.

“Get your fucking ass over here now.” Robert growled into the phone and you felt your panties dampen at his low voice.

“What’s wrong, Robbie? Wifey ain’t giving you what you want?” You purred with a smirk as you heard him growl.

“You know she ain’t now get your ass over here. I won’t ask again, you brat.” He grunted into the phone as his voice got low.

You shivered, “I’ll be over in five minutes.” You whispered before you hung up and rushed to your room to pack a small bag for the weekend knowing that Robert wouldn’t let you go once he got his hands on you. You went through your back door and tiptoed through backyards till you reached Robert’s house.

You two had to keep you coming over quiet so it wouldn’t ruin either of your operatives and you opened his unlocked back door and slipped in. You set down your bag on the counter and heard footsteps before you saw Robert walk into the kitchen with his jeans low on his hips without a shirt.

He stormed up to you immediately and grabbed you by your throat, pulling you up to crash his lips against his. He squeezed your throat as he growled against your lips, making you moan and he slid his tongue in your mouth. His hands moved to your ass and pulled you up against him and you wrapped your legs around his slim waist.

“You fucking tease. I swear I’m gonna pound the brat out of you. Gonna fuckin’ ruin your slutty cunt.” He growled against your lips as he stormed down the hallway to the bedroom. You whimpered when you heard the anger in his voice and he kicked the door open before sitting on the bed with you in his lap.

“Missed you too.” You giggled as his hands went up your top before ripping it over your head.

He growled as his lips latched onto your sensitive nipple bitting and sucking eagerly. “You have no idea. Been fucking my fist all week and nothing, need your tight snatch and ass.” He grunted against your skin before pulling away and tossing you on the bed. “I need to fucking ruin you.”

You giggled softly that turned into a gasp as his hands plucked and squeezed your nipples. They hardened against his touch and he leaned down to latch onto your peaked nipple, sucking hard. His other hand rolled your nipple between his fingers as he nibbled on your exposed skin and you ran your fingers through his hair detangling it gently as he showed your breasts attention.

“Come on, Robbie. Don’t be a fucking tease.” You whined as you tugged on his hair and he pulled his head up to look at you before he moved to tower over you.

“You don’t tell me what to do, princess. You’re my fuck toy. My little slut.” He growled as he kissed you passionately as his hands moved to the shorts you were wearing and he yanked them down off your legs. He was quick to flip you over so he could pin you to the mattress and he slid your panties to the side as he slammed two fingers into your already sopping cunt. You cried out as his thick fingers split you open and you grasped the pillows in front of your head.

He started thrusting them in and out of your pussy rubbing your g-spot with every thrust making you cry out his name and plead him for more. “R-robbie! O-oh!” You cried out as you gripped the pillows moaning loudly.

He smirked at your moans and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you up into his lap as his fingers still moved in and out of you. “You like daddy’s fingers in your slutty messy cunt? Does it feel good?” He asked as he curled his fingers in your soaked pussy. You whined and grinded your hips against his hand and he chuckled against your neck from where he nuzzled.

Your walls quivered around his fingers as he pounded you making you deliciously sensitive making you squeal softly as you got closer to your orgasm. “Daddy, I’m so close. G-gonna cum!” You warned before he bit down on your neck pushing you over the edge and you came hard on his fingers. You squirted on his hand and wrist as he helped you ride out your orgasm. You slumped against his chest as he kissed your neck.

“That’s daddy’s good messy slut.” He smirked as he moved you onto your hands and knees and bit his lip at the sight of your messy pussy. “Look at you. All fucking soaked just for daddy.” He growled as he spanked your sensitive cunt making you cry out and jolt forward. He smirked before unbuckling his pants and quickly yanking them off with his boxers before stroking his hard cock, groaning at the sight of your cunt all soaked and ready for his cock.

You whined as you wiggled your ass for him, “Come on, daddy. Want you to fuck me, ruin me.” You purred as you smirked at him over your shoulder.

“I swear you’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” He scoffed as he slid the head of his cock through your folds teasing your hole with his head. “Gonna fucking ruin you.” He grunted as he slammed into your tight pussy groaning at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. You squealed softly at the sudden fullness of your pussy and you bit your lip as your toes curled.

“D-daddy!” You screamed as he started pounding in and out of you, slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust. He grunted and groaned in your ear as he used you like a toy and he moved his hand up to your neck and wrapped it around your throat and pulled you up as he leaned back still thrusting his hips up into your warm cunt.

“Look at you, taking daddy’s cock like the good little whore you are. Always so good when I fuck the brat out of you.” He growled against the shell of your ear as his other hand rubbed tight circles against your clit. “M’not stopping till I fuck you dumb and I make sure you can’t leave. You’re my little whore, aren’t you, princess?” He whispered and you looked over your shoulder as you nodded but he smacked your face. “I need words.”

You whimpered at the smack as your walls clenched around him. “M’your w-whore. O-only yours.” You whined as you moved your hip desperately back against his cock, wanting more of what he was giving you. You could feel your impending orgasm building up in your lower belly. Him being so rough with you made you so fucking turned on, you loved when he degraded you and just used you, while still making sure you felt good.

He chuckled darkly at your broken voice and he leaned down to kiss you passionately sliding his tongue into your panting mouth. He slapped your clit as he bit your bottom lip making that already tight coil snap and you came hard on his cock, crying out his name. “There we go, that’s a good fucking girl. My little slutty princess, just loving her daddy slapping her around.” He smirked as he moved to kiss on your neck and nibbled on your skin.

“O-oh, f-fuck. T-t-too much!” You whimpered as he continued to pound into your overstimulated pussy and smack your clit just making you shake with pleasure.

“You can take it. You will take it.” He growled into your ear as he moved faster in and out of you. He was quick to shove you onto the bed and curl himself over your back. His large hands gripped your hips tight pulling you back to slam your ass against his lap, making you grip the sheets tight trying to hold onto something as he plowed you into the mattress.

He spanked your ass over and over again as he pulled two more orgasms out of your quivering pussy. You were a drooling, moaning, and sobbing mess with warm tears rolling down your cheeks as you gripped the sheets. He grunted as he pulled out of your pussy and shot his warm ropes of cum on your ass painting your skin white as you slumped against the bed. He lazily stroked himself to help through his orgasm and he sat back on the bed panting. He regained his breath before he got up and went to the bathroom after throwing on a pair of boxers and he wetted a washcloth before coming back and cleaning off your ass and your pussy. You just whimpered as he cleaned you and he shushed you rubbing a comforting hand down your back before he was finished and tossed the cloth away and laying next to you.

You looked up at him with tired eyes and a lazy smile, “Mm, fuck that was so good.” You whispered with a small yawn and Robert chuckled before pulling you to him and throwing the blanket over you two.

“That was. You know how to make a guy happy.” He chuckled and you gently pulled his glasses off his face which were all smudged and crooked and you closed them before setting them on the table. “Thanks.” He smiled and you kissed his lips softly before nuzzling into his neck and you slowly fell asleep. You knew you needed it before you two continued tomorrow. This was going to be a long and pleasurable weekend.

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foxgloveprincess · 1 year

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𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖂𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘

Welcome to the Attic Wives Anonymous A.U. Here you will find individual stories for our men as well as peeks into their monthly meetings. Each chapter will have its own warnings and summaries—be sure to read them. However, dark themes of kidnapping, stalking, yandere behavior, nonconsent, etc. are prevalent in all the stories or implied/discussed in the meeting chapters. This series is for adults (Minors do not interact, 18+).

Status: Ongoing

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader

👑 Like A Moth To You 👑 Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy) x Female Reader

🪽 A Bit of My Heart 🪽Jake Jensen x Female Reader

🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting One 🗝️

💍 On Another Level 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

🪶 Connection 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

🗝️ A.W.A Meeting Two 🗝️

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun Drabble 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader

🍭 Trapped By Your Love 🍭 Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

💍 On Another Level (2) 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

👑 Like A Moth to You (2) 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader

🪽 A Bit of My Heart (2) 🪽 Jake Jensen x Female Reader

🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting Three 🗝️

🪶 Connection (2) 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun (2) 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader

👑 Like A Moth To You Drabble 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader

💍 On Another Level (3) 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

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babyjakes · 2 years

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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

#dadplease 5k stuffie writing contest

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roguerecs · 2 years

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𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒.

last updated: august 2022

𝑬𝒙𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒕: 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆'𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒔

- Look at those signs! Let’s go read them!

Welcome to my reading/fic recs archive! This is basically a blog to keep all my readings/fic recs organized instead of having to dig through my main for a fic. Feel free to send any of your own fics/fic recs!

Everything here will mainly be one-shots, drabbles, and completed series I’ve read. Check my main for writer recs + their masterlists, current series I’m reading, upcoming series I plan to read, and more!

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Below the cut is links to all the tags I currently have, and this list will be updated as I get more tags!

𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌:

one-shot. ┊ drabble. ┊ series.

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𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆:

angst.┊ fluff. ┊smut. dark. ┊ soft!dark.

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𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝑭𝒊𝒄 / 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:

reader fics. ┊ original character (oc) fics.

! PSA: for specific reader/fic tags, i tag according to what the author tags.

tba.

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to find fics with specific tags and character, use this format: [NAME] x [SPECIFIC TAG] example: ari levinson x female reader

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𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 & 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔:

chris evans. ┊ ari levinson. andy barber. ┊ colin shea. curtis everett. ┊ dennis baker. frank adler. ┊ jake jensen. johnny storm. ┊ lloyd hansen. mr. freezy. ┊ ransom drysdale. steve rogers.

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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍:

bucky barnes. peter parker (tasm!peter & mcu!peter). natasha romanoff. ┊ sam wilson. stucky. ┊ wanda maximoff. xu shang-chi.

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𝑨𝑼𝒔:

a/b/o. ┊ baker. best friend’s dad. ┊ biker. cam. ┊ ceo. ┊ college. cowboy. ┊ dad’s best friend. dilf/milf. ┊ frat. ┊ hybrid. lumberjack. ┊ mafia. ┊ medieval. mythology. ┊ royal. single parent. ┊ supernatural.

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𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 (𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒅𝒌?):

...with benefits. exes to lovers. friends to lovers. friends/lovers to enemies/exes. fake dating. ┊ forced proximity. neighbors. ┊ only one bed. roommates. ┊ sex pollen.

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𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:

tom holland. crossover. ┊ comfort fics. all time faves.

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#ೃ⁀➷ rogue's blog upkeep.

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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.

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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.

#lilos writing #dark content #mr freezy x reader #mr freezy x y/n #mr freezy x you #mr freezy x female reader #mr freezy x fem!reader #curtis everett #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett x y/n #viking au #chris evans smut

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starryevermore · 3 years

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next month’s rent (2) ✧ robert pronge

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pairing: landlord!robert pronge x fem!reader

summary: after coming to a rent agreement with your landlord, you find yourself bending to his will until you were his perfect slut.

word count: 2,161

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, dubcon, i think this counts as free use?, rimjob/ass eating, anal play, male masturbation, cum eating, degradation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, name calling (bitch, whore, slut, cumdump, cockslut), spitting in mouth, spanking, cockwarming, not proofread

sequel to “this month’s rent”

You buried your face in your pillow, trying to force yourself back to sleep. Even though your dreams had turned to nightmares ever since Robert changed your rent agreement, it was far kinder than the horror movie you were now living in. Robert had taken great pleasure in bending you to his will, forcing you to be his perfect little cockslut. The minute he got home from...whatever it was he did, he was buried in you, making you milk him until he was satisfied.

He was rarely satisfied.

You had long since quit your jobs. That had been Robert’s doing. He said he didn’t even need to rent out his basement to you in the first place. Only did it to get the perfect bitch to breed, he said. Once you’d resigned to doing whatever he wished, he made you quit your two jobs and kept you locked up in the house. Sometimes he let you out, when he was playing the part of the neighborhood ice cream man. Those days, you were handcuffed to the freezers in the back, where the patrons couldn’t see, so that he could use your holes whenever he so chose. Most days, though, you were locked up in the house, forced to be ready and willing when he got home.

He’d gotten rid of most of your clothes. Burned them all once you quit your jobs. “Don’t need clothes with I got planned for ya, toots,” he’d sneered the day he got rid of them, watching as you slipped on a slutty maid outfit he’d picked out for you. He always picked out your clothes, had them laid out before you even woke up. But you could hardly call them clothes. Most days, it was skimpy costumes or the most revealing lingerie sets he could find.

You finally forced your eyes open, letting out a quiet sigh. You needed to get up. Robert expected the house to be in order by the time he gets home, and you don’t know what sort of mess he left behind. You pushed yourself out of bed, looking at what he laid out. Fuck, this was perhaps the most revealing thing he’d gotten for you. It was a red open cup bra that had straps that were attached to a collar, compete with a matching red and gold stud thong. (x)

After dressing yourself, you journeyed upstairs and started to complete the daily chores. Today wasn’t a bad day. Just laundry (where you pretended that the blood stains was ice cream stains), the dishes, and some light dusting. Plus, you had to make yourself lunch. But you waited on fixing dinner. Robert always liked to get a head start on eating dessert while you were cooking, so you always waited to get started until after he got home. He got real mad when you had dinner ready for him early, said you spoiled his appetite. You didn’t leave the basement for a week after that, not until he was satisfied that you’d learned your lesson. You shuddered at the memory, trying to force it back down. There wasn’t time to think about stuff like that. You just needed to make sure he was happy, that you played the happy little submissive role he wanted you to be.

Before you knew it, it was the evening and you heard him pulling into the driveway. As you heard him unlocking the front door, you got in the position you were familiar with: standing a few feet from the door, hands clasped behind your back, waiting patiently for him to give you your orders. This was the worst part of the day, having to play whatever role he wanted.

“Honey, I’m home!” he sang, slamming the door behind him. His eyes raked over you as he let out a low whistle.

“Do I look pretty, daddy?” you asked, pushing your chest out more, watching as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Think this is my favorite one you got for me. Really, really like it.”

“Shit, you look so good I could eat ya,” he said, looking away long enough to focus on unbuckling his belt.

“Would rather take care of you, daddy,” you said, smiling softly. “Can I, daddy? Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all day.”

“That so? My little cumdump that eager to take care of me?” he smirked. “Got the perfect idea for ya.”

He walked over to the living room, kicking his shoes off and tossing his pants off, before sitting down on the couch. He motioned for you to get in front of him, so you sank to your knees, waiting for further instruction. Robert sank a little into the couch, spreading his legs and propping his feet up on the coffee table behind you so that you were caged between his legs.

“Eat my ass,” he said.

You blinked, an unsettling feeling washing over you. He’d never asked you to do that before. How...What were you supposed to do? Was it like when he had you play with his balls? Just with...ugh, you didn’t want to think about it.

“Go ahead, eat my ass,” he said, reaching out and pushing your head down. Bile rose up in your throat as you steadied yourself, your tongue flattening as you licked at the puckered hole. “Go on, get in there. Don’t be shy. We both know you’re a big fuckin’ slut. Shiiit, that’s how you do it.”

You tried to distance yourself from what you were doing the best you could. You weren’t eating his ass. You were...Fuck, you didn’t know. There was no safe space to go to like this. This wasn’t like when he was fucking you and you could pretend that you had a loving boyfriend that was taking you apart bit by bit. No, there was no denying the reality of this situation.

Above you, he stroked himself, groaning as your tongue prodded at his hole. An idea struck you, something he would probably like, which meant you could get this done sooner. Slowly, you pulled away, smiling softly at him, as you asked, “Daddy, would you like me to finger your ass?”

“Shit, yeah, you do that, bitch,” he groaned. “Get you finger nice and wet.”

You popped your finger in your mouth, soaking it with your saliva, before going back down, lapping at the puckered hole again, pressing your finger against it until it finally pushed through. God, you felt disgusting as you pushed your finger in and out, curling and uncurling it. But, his pleasure over your comfort, right? You didn’t want to think about what would happen if you made him unhappy.

“Fuck, ‘boutta come,” he said, a loud sigh falling out of his mouth. “Get back up here.”

You pulled away, still trying to swallow your disgust, peering up at him. The hand he wasn’t stroking himself with grabbed at the back of your head, holding you just where he wanted you.

“Catch,” he groaned, thick white ropes spurting out, landing across the bridge of your nose, dripping down your cheek. You opened your mouth, trying to catch the last of it. He always came so much, you could barely understand it.

When it finally stopped, you brought a finger (not the one you’d been using before) up to your face, collecting the cum, before popping it in your mouth, making a big point to moan as loudly as you could mange.

“Yeah, you like daddy’s cum, don’tcha, ya fuckin’ slut?”

You nodded, finishing off eating the last of his cum. You smiled up at him, asking, “What would you like me to do next, daddy?”

“Oh, I got a perfect plan for ya,” he said, his hand leaving the back of your head, going to clutch at your jaw. He leaned over, his hot breath fanning over your face, his hand clenching around your jaw. “Open up, bitch.”

You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, trying not to cringe as a glob of spit landed on your tongue. Slowly, you swallowed, before batting your eyelashes up at him. “Can you do that again, daddy?”

You hated the way he smirked and chuckled, but you also knew he always went easier on you when you played into whatever desires he had. He pulled you up so you were straddling him, his already hardening cock pressing against you, pulling your mouth down close to his. “’Course I can, you dumb fuckin’ slut.”

You barely had time to open your mouth again before he was puckering his lips again and he was spitting on you. “Thank you, daddy,” you said as you swallowed.

“Now what’s my little whore want?” he asked. It was almost affectionate, almost made you forget what he made you into, what he forced you to be.

You cocked your head to the side for a moment, thinking. This almost felt like a trick question, like he expected you to have a specific answer. You knew with the position he pulling you into that he expected you to ride him. But that was too obvious, wasn’t it? What did he—oh. As you watched as his hand left your jaw, trailing down to your breast, you realized what he wanted. You bit your lip as seductively as you could manage, letting your finger tips graze your side as you went up to your breasts, pushing them together and leaning forward so they were more in his face. In your sultriest voice, you said, “Your titties want some attention, daddy.”

He liked it when you called your body parts his.

“Is that so?” he asked, swatting your hands away so that he could freely grope you. When you hummed a quiet mhm, he said, “Then I’ll give ‘em all the attention they deserve.”

“Thank you daddy,” you said. “Your pussy is also lonely. Can you fill her up while you play with your titties?”

“Damn right I can fill my pussy up,” he grunted, one hand leaving your breasts to grasp his cock, lining the tip up with your entrance. As he thrusted upwards, he said, “Gonna fill her up so good she’ll be fuckin’ weepin’ for her daddy.”

You gasped as he brushed up against your cervix, stars flooding your vision. “Thank you daddy,” you cried, your head falling back as his mouth attached to one of your nipples.

This, this was one of those moments you could drift away, imagine a better life for yourself. Maybe you were the housewife of some semi-wealthy man. He probably worked at a bank, probably high up. The president of the bank, maybe? Did banks have presidents, or was it CEO or something? But, anyways, that’s why you didn’t work, because he wanted you taking care of the house ‘cause he always worked so hard to provide for you and it was the least you could do for him. And when he’d come home, he’d bring flowers and shower you with kisses and—

“That’s it, my little cockslut, takin’ me so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, his hand slapping your ass with a harsh crack!

You gasped, your hands flying out to grip his shoulders. Shit, no, go back to the nice daydream. Yeah, okay, you and your husband would sit down and eat dinner, and he’d tell you about his day. And when you finished dinner, after you did the dishes, you’d go to the living room, where he’d be watching the news and drinking a cold beer, you settle on his lap, pressing sloppy kisses along his jaw and his hand would wander and—

Fuck! Did he just bite your nipple?

“Shit, daddy, think I’m gonna come,” you cried. “Please, can I come? Been so good!”

“Yeah, you can fuckin’ come,” Robert grunted, his hips snapping against yours, his hand slapping at your ass again. “God, you’re fuckin’ milkin’ me right now. Might just fuck a baby into ya. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya? Wanna carry your daddy’s baby? Be his good little cumdump, pop out as many brats as I want?”

“Yes, daddy, whatever you want,” you cried as your orgasm washed over you, falling against Robert’s chest as he finished himself off in you, rutting into you until he was satisfied. You caught your breath, before whispering, “Thank you, daddy. You take such good care of your pussy.”

“Damn right I do,” he said, his hands wandering down to your ass and giving it a squeeze. “Now keep your daddy warm, ‘kay?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Think this counts as your next month’s rent, don’tcha?” he chuckled. Your breath hitched as you felt one of his fingers prod at your asshole. “Or maybe I should get a little more action, huh? Make sure all of your holes are well used for payment?”

“Whatever you want, daddy,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut, thankful that he couldn’t see your face. “Just wanna make you happy.”

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chuckbass-love · 3 years

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Hi my love! Saw your Smut Dialogue post and wanted to request! can i please have #93 with either Evans or one of his characters? you choose please! love you!! 😍🥰😘

MEL!!!! Thank you so much for this request, i love it. For me, this screamed Mr Freezy. I hope that’s okay. Also love you too🥺🥰

A/N: Lil message for everyone that has requested recently, i will get around to all of you, it just might take a while and i do apologise for the long wait, hopefully it’ll be worth it.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad or Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Prompt #93: “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while i’m between your legs”

Pairing: Mr Freezy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dub-Con oral, hair pulling, age gap (reader is 21 in this), swearing, slight daddy kink if you squint, vaginal fingering and a death threat. 18+ as always, you know the drill.

Word Count: 2,472

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @imissyourbattlecries go check them out💕

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

As you sit there, hands and legs tied, mouth covered with tape. You can almost swear that you see the end. This is it... this is how you die.

In the back of some ice cream truck with no one but Mr Freezy to blame.

And now you’re starting to realise that calling him Mr Freezy is silly. But it’s only because you don’t know his real name.

God knows how much more time passes by before the truck doors swing open to reveal your captor. Smarter attire adorns his slim figure and his hair is tied back.

Not how he’s ever appeared to you before. No, usually he looks a lot scruffier. Clearly he’s made an effort today, could you be the reason why?

“Oh good, you’re awake” he chirps, stepping into the truck and slamming the doors shut behind him “now the real fun can begin” he rubs his hands together in excitement, the action only makes you shiver with the worst kind of anticipation.

What does he have in store for you?

You mumble away, your mouth not moving an inch behind this tape but he hears your cries. He stands, towering above you, legs either side of your scared frame before dropping to his knees.

He grabs your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks whilst pointing with his other index finger “if i take this off, you better not fucking scream or i swear i’ll kill you, got it?”

The way you nod almost instantly, body trembling with fear has a smug smile plastering his face. He gets off on this.. sick bastard.

Once the tape is removed, you open your mouth. But not to scream.

“Why me? Why am i here?” your voice laced with the fear that he can smell on you. But that only spurs him on, if you really thought he’d stop once you showed just how scared you are then you were a fool.

“Why not you?” he retorts, hand still gripping your face but the grip isn’t as tight “see, the way i think of it is you should feel flattered. An older man like myself being interested in a pretty young thing like you”

The tone in his voice, he seems too calm. Doesn’t he feel bad?

“Are you going to kill me?” the words that you never thought you’d speak yet here you are.

“I’ll spare you the brutal and agonising death if you do a couple things for me princess”

“And what makes you think that i’d do anything for you after how you’ve acted? What is wrong with you?” the snap in your voice, you’re beyond outraged with him. He always appeared so kind to you in the weeks leading up to this moment. Maybe this was why he was so nice, he wanted to suss you out, get close enough for you to trust him and then attack.

“Evidently a lot” he quips proudly with a sinister chuckle following before his hand moves from your face, dancing down your neck and eventually reaching your breasts.

The shirt you have on, showing just the right amount of cleavage for him to feast his hungry eyes on. He can hardly contain himself, biting his lip as a situation forms in his pants.

You notice immediately. Your own eyes looking down to see his penis growing harder by the second and for some bizarre reason, you feel strangely turned on but still intimidated nonetheless.

“Omg” you feign disgust, trying your best to move back but you can’t, it’s a dead end.

“Now now princess, anyone would think you’d never seen a real cock before”

“Huh? Did the cat get your tongue?”

Silence before you shake your head. He can most likely smell your inexperience.

“Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, i promise” even your best bargaining voice won’t cut it, he doesn’t seem like he’s budging.

“You really think your the first stuck up bitch to try and trick me? I admire your efforts sweetness but that’ll be a no”

Fuck.

“What are you going to do to me?”

He doesn’t answer, just leans in, his breath that reeks of cigarettes fans your face and soon enough his lips touch your cheek. A chaste kiss is pressed and you flinch.

“What’s wrong sweetness, not enjoying this?” his low and raspy chuckle has your eyes widening.

There it is, that evil laugh again. He is totally getting off on your discomfort and it’s sickening. But why is there a pool starting to develop in your cotton panties? You’ll never know.

“Okay. What about this?”

His lips lower to your neck and more than just a peck is placed as his lips press numerous open mouthed kisses to your skin, finding your sweet spot so easily and before you can stop it, a soft and breathy moan escapes. You feel betrayed by your own body. Why does this have to feel so good? Why does HE have to make you feel so good?

“There she is, the girl i knew you were. You enjoying this sweetness?” his kisses get sloppier as he makes his way to your collarbone, nipping ever so slightly to add to the build up. The build up for what exactly? You have no idea.

“Take it off” he instructs, pulling away and tugging at your shirt

“What? No. No way” you insist, trying your best to slam your ground but he shoots you a look that if the possibility was there, it would burn you to ashes. A fist punches at the cupboard door at the side of your head, scaring you even more and now it’s abundantly clear, he isn’t to be messed with.

So you do exactly as you’re told. You don’t want to anger him by making him tell you again. Once it’s off, you fold your arms across your body in shame of how you look but he soon yanks them away.

“No need to feel ashamed sweetness. Take it all off, bra first” he smiles and in this moment as you reach behind to unclasp your bra, you swear you can see a nice side to him. He soon cancels it out though, hurrying the process up by taking the bra off for you and discarding it behind him. You then make quick work of your leggings, tugging them down your legs to which he finishes the job before taking your panties off for you in seconds.

And now your naked body is exposed for him to have his filthy way with.

“Please, don’t hurt me. Let me go” pathetic attempt number 2 and he’s no less stubborn as he was a few minutes ago. If he wants you then he’s going to get you, no matter what.

You belong to him now. Just like all of the other girls he’s done this to.

“Again sweetness, you can’t fool me. I can smell your arousal from here, bet if i spread these legs i’d find...” he pauses, slotting his knee between them, spreading them and now your arousal is on show “oh and what do we have here, looks like a soaking wet cunt to me, now try and tell me you don’t want this” you look away out of embarrassment.

Your body really has betrayed you today.

“Mhm, almost looks good enough to eat”

Did he just say what you think he said?

Most likely. But you’ve never had a guy eat you out and you most certainly don’t want the first time being with him.

His hands graze over your body before he tugs you closer by your legs. His hands wrap around your thighs once he lowers his face so he can slowly kiss the inside of them, making you squirm in his arms. Partly from trying to escape.

“Someone’s needy huh?” he mocks

However, he’s right though, you need it so desperately but to beg him for anything would be the worst thing you could ever do, so instead you watch him work at your inner thighs, nearing closer to your sex as you wriggle and writhe like crazy.

He’s so close yet so far and you can almost taste the pleasure when his mouth shocks you by attacking your folds with his tongue.

At first you try to pull away, trying your best to act like you don’t want it. But he just holds onto you harder, devouring you like an animal.

“Stop fucking moving” he growls as he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, biting a little too to get you to listen.

“If you don’t want me to move then maybe that’s a sign that you should leave me alone” you scoff, irritated yet all the more aroused.

“And what if i don’t want to? Huh, you gonna hurt me? Don’t threaten me with a good time sweetness”

His tongue movements have you so agonisingly close to letting go, he’s working you out like he already knows all of your weak spots.

But you can’t let him just take what he wants, thinking that you’re easy. Which is how you’ll feel once you let that guard down. Once you allow yourself to enjoy this.

His eyes meet yours and you watch him go to work on you like you’re his final meal before death and boy is it a meal he’s enjoying.

Your stubbornness is swallowing you little by little and you feel so close to seeing stars. Fingers delve into your wetness, circling your tight hole before 3 are added one by one. Time is left in between each to give you room to adjust, how chivalrous of him.

All 3 drag along your walls, curling as they press against that spongy spot within you, your done for if he keeps this up and he’ll know you’re enjoying it.

The finger to tongue game ratio has your back starting to arch, your head scraping along the cupboards behind you and the handle digging into your now fully arched back.

“Come on sweetness, let go for me. I know you want this too”

Hips buck up into his mouth as all control ceases to exist inside of you. Now all that’s left is a huge need to cum. Your hands reach down to where his head rests and your delicate fingers find their way into his long brown locks. You start to tug on them a little which makes him hiss from pleasure, since this man totally strikes you as someone with a high pain tolerance.

The noises he’s eliciting from you are sinful to say the least, loud and borderline pornographic which earn you grunts of appreciation from him.

“Fuck, just like that. Squeeze these fingers”

and

“Such a tight fucking cunt”

So you do exactly that, sweat droplets forming on your head as the knot in your stomach tightens. You already know that there’s no going back now, what’s done is done and an earth shattering orgasm is about to consume you.

Fingers grip tighter onto the roots of his hair “oh god, fuck. I’m gonna cum” you mewl frantically.

And before you can even stop it, his fingers pick up, getting quicker and his plump pink lips wrap around your clit, sucking like his life depends on it and flicking his tongue over it occasionally.

“Need that cum sweetness, give it to me” his words of encouragement suddenly have the atmosphere changing, your body feels heavy, the knot feels just about ready to break apart and this space in the back of his ice cream truck feels even smaller than it was previously.

In a cloudy haze of sexual desire, you pull so hard on his hair that he glares at you as he goes to town on your body.

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hur-” you scramble to apologise, feeling awful for hurting a man that had no qualms in hurting you this morning when he took you but he just cuts you off.

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while i’m between your legs”

So you let yourself tug again, making sure to not let up or loosen your grip and as you feel yourself getting closer, you use his hair and your moans to signal that to him whilst grinding your hips on his face in time with his tongue movements.

With one more suck to your clit, you come on a silent cry, he removes his fingers from your warm walls, replacing them with his tongue. You feel your clit pulsating under his thumb and you start to clench around nothing as your cum drips from your tiny hole and lands onto his tongue for him to swallow.

“S’sweet princess, s’fucking sweet” his final words before his face moves until it’s inches from yours.

He lowers his head, capturing your lips in a heated and bruising kiss, leaving you no choice but to pull him close. Arms wrap around his neck loosely as his tongue slips past your lips and into your mouth. You can taste yourself and that alone is enough to have you keening for more from him with your hands groping his bulge but he soon settles you down.

“Patience sweetness, patience. You gotta return the favour first”

Your brows furrow in confusion before he eventually explains.

“What? You didn’t seriously think i’d go down on you and then fuck you did you? I only did it to loosen you up. Now you’re gonna get on those knees like a good girl and suck this cock” he starts, undoing his belt then his pants before pushing them down, along with his boxers, releasing his cock for you “because, if you don’t sweetness, i’ll have to make you and we wouldn’t wanna ruin this good behaviour of yours, would we?”

You shake your head again, moving to a kneeling position and taking his huge size into your small hand, pumping him a couple times before opening your mouth ready. He gathers your hair in his hands, lifting it up out of your face and tugging ever so slightly.

“Now it’s my turn to pull on your hair sweetness so don’t you hesitate, it’s time to show daddy what you got”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How can he refuse?

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 96

Welcome to Week 96

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Second Chance - Chp 3 - (Andy x Reader) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

Peace & Love - Chp 7 - Chp 8 - Chp 9 - (Bucky x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

Gone, baby - Part 3 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @wayward-blonde

I am His and He is Mine - (Andy x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Girlfriend boyfriend, Girlfriend boyfriend - Part 1- (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Home at Last - Chp 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @lokislastlove

Icarus - Chp 2 - (Billy x Reader) - @esse-writing

Sweet Nothings - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @metalbuckaroo

An Unexpected Matchmaker - (Jensen x Reader) - @writercole

Repopulate (Epilogue) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

I Really Love Being Your Friend - Part 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

True Friends Stab You in the Front - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki

Where Love Blooms - (Sam x Reader) - @lovelyavengers

Never Enough - (Ari x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Boys in Bed with Books - (15) - (Lee x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Monkey See, Monkey Do - Chapter 4 - @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes

I Will Be Your Last - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Dites "Je T'aime" En Multiple: parfois, vous avez besoin d'un public - (Steve x Reader x Peggy) - @imanuglywombat

Boys in Bed with Books - (16) - (Ransom x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

You didn’t notice me - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Riding On - Chp 24 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

gimme an M, gimme a U - (Ari x Reader, Jake x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Double Trouble - (Steve K x Reader, Nick x Reader) - @dreamlessinparis

The Birdcage - Chp 4 - @caffiend-queen

Debauched, Deranged and Defiled - (Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

When Two Become Three (Part 2) - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @myfictionaldreams

Your Filthy Heart - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @sweeterthanthis

Matters of the Heart - (Scott x Reader) - @dreamlessinparis

Two Bosses - Part 6 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Yenzy’s - fucking - shirt - (Jake x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Goldilocks & the Three Men: Prologue - @georgiapeach30513

Kiss my skin - (Steve x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Sunrise - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

No Judgements - (Andy x Reader) - @gotnofucks

Home At Last - Part 4 - (Steve Rogers x reader) - @lokislastlove

Nemesis - Part 2 Chp 3 - (Frank C x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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𝙈𝙧. 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙮 – Dark Fics

Read the warnings for each fic.

Organized by author.

← 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘳. 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 - ⇰ 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗙𝗶𝗰𝘀

@stuckysdumbbitch - Sweet pain

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stuckysdumbbitch · 3 years

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Daddy’s best girl

summary: staying with Lee when Daddy’s busy is not very fun.

pairings: Daddy!Robert Pronge x Little!reader, mean!Lee Bodecker x Little!reader

warnings: 18+ content, noncon, manipulation, implied nonconsensual voyeurism (pictures), ddlg dynamic, cream pie, smut.

masterlist (part two here)

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You were Freezy’s most valuable possession, his little girl. He adored you since the day he saw you stumble into a meeting he had with your father, doe eyed and curious. He made some arrangements and it didn’t take much for your dear father to marry you to his favorite hitman.

Soon later, Robert decided to move to Knockemstiff to work for a man in shady business. You discovered how much you enjoyed being babied and cared for, so Robert became your daddy.

He killed, lied and stole for you. He loved you so much it surprised him he was capable of feeling so strongly.

Therefore it was really confusing when he made you stay the night with Lee; he had some late night errands to do and felt bad about leaving you alone. He packed your pijamas, Mr Fuzzy and your toothbrush and left you with the officer.

Offering you a wide grin, Lee plucked you from your daddy’s arms before he could peck a kiss into your pretty lips. His hands cushioned way to low on your back as he took your backpack and slung the door on Robert’s face.

“We gonna have so much fun sweet thing,” Lee sang in your ear with his thick southern drawl, laying you down on the plushy couch. “What about we give Uncle Lee a fashion show?”

You furrowed you brows in confusion, the idea slightly exciting. Lee plopped on the couch next to you, hands reaching to undo his belt.

“But I don’t have any clothes,” you responded, voice slightly slurred from the medicine Daddy gave you to sleep better.

Lee’s mouth curled into a cheshire cat smirk, hand wrapping tighter around his beer bottle you didn’t realized he had. He spread his legs further, and pointed to the box on the other side of the room you haven’t noticed either.

“Look over there,” he cheered, taking a swig of his beverage. “got you pretty things so you have fun.”

You smiled at this, jumping from your sit to skip to the box. When you opened it, silky dresses in red and pink and your favorite, white, appeared along with lacy underwear Daddy would spank you raw for wearing.

Your jaw dropped seeing how short most of this were, not to mention small. “Not gonna fit,” you mumbled, and Lee felt blood rush to his cock when he heard you.

“C’mon pretty girl, try them on at least,” He cooed, watching intently as you undid your skirt for it to flop to the floor, along your silk blouse. You didn’t wear a bra cause Daddy says babies don’t wear bras, and the only thing you had on were the nappies Daddy put you in after eating you out that afternoon. “Take the pull-ups off baby,”

You faced away from him as you obeyed, undoing the fabric and letting it pool down with your clothes as tears began to fall down your cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you felt Lee’s hungry stare on your naked body. Slipping on the white thong, you heard the rustle of a belt and fought a sob on your throat. You quickly slipped on the light pink dress, with soft frill on the bottom. It fitted, but was tight on your body and clung to your curves.

“Come ‘ere,” The officer commanded and you twirled in your sock clad feet to stare at him. He let out a low whistle, eyes raking through her body obscenely. The meek whimper you let out and the sound of your feet waddling closer to him filled the air.

When you were in arm reach, Lee extended his big hands to palm your hips. You looked at him, teary eyes as you silently begged him to stop touching you.

His dick was long and thick and protruding against his pants, begging for attention. It wasn’t as long as Daddy’s, but thicker.

“Please Mr Bodecker,” you mumbled as he pulled you into his lap forcefully, feeling his cock press against your ass as his hands kept stroking your skin. “Daddy will get mad,”

He snickered at your comment, a hand placed on the supple flesh of your boobs. “No he won’t,” He corrected hastily, pressing the skin harder until you let out a pained gasp. “Your Daddy loved showing you around at the bar; those pictures of your pretty pussy have been passed around the town, he can’t get mad if he keeps teasing about his obedient whore.”

You felt anger bubble at your chest at the blasphemy ringed in your ears. Your eyes narrowed as you twisted around to give Lee a death glare. However; you did remember Daddy taking polaroid pictures once he finished playing with you, but the love you had for him made you blind.

“Daddy wouldn’t do that! he loves me!” you snapped, wiggling to get out of his iron grip. “And i’m not a whore!”

“Oh he does love you,” Lee taunted, holding her flush against his body, excited to see the way she dumbly tried to fight him. “that’s why he loves to go around and tell how good you are, how submissive and compliant his dumb baby is,”

More tears pour out of your eyes as you realize that it may be possible; your Daddy once fucked you in a parking lot in the afternoon in the back of his car.

“You know which one’s my favorite?” He asked her rethorically, but she still shook her head and closed her eyes shut. “The one were you are riding him; your dumb face as you can’t take it anymore, tits on full display and pussy damn full of cock.”

You totally remembered doing that, and the pictures. You swallow a cry in pain, face so close to him you can smell the whiskey of his mouth.

“So we are going to have a little fun or I’m gonna lock your Daddy in jail; either way I’ll get what I want,”

Lee hoisted you into the air, placing you on his broad shoulder while he ignored your cries. Tossing you into the bed on his room, he reached out to push your skirt until it pooled around your waist exposing your waxed pussy (Robert preferred it that way) beneath the white lace. This specific pair had a black cross on the front, giving into the whole innocence look Lee wanted you to play into.

He pulled the dress over your sobbing form, no longer fighting him cause you knew it would be for the better. You didn’t want Daddy to go to jail and you didn’t want Lee to be harsh on you. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine it was one of those times when Daddy came home drunk and was a bit more demanding.

Until a thick thumb began rubbing on your pink nub, slick oozing out of your tiny opening instantly. He smirked at this, middle finger dipping into your tight opening making you hiss.

“God,” he groaned. “Does your Daddy even fuck you? how could you possibly be this tight? well you ain’t gonna be this tight when I finish with you, sweet girl,”

He continued to stretch you until he made you come, the coil snapping too fats for you to even register wetting his fingers.

You observed him nerviously as he undid his pants, dropping them along his shirt and boxers. You tried not to ogle at his naked body, the softness a stark contrast of your Daddy’s toned big body. He’s attractive, making your misery even more painful.

He doesn’t need any stroking, his hard dick pressing against his pudgy stomach as he grasps your hips hard pulling your body to bend how he wants.

Guiding you over his thick cock, tip prodding your slicked hole, Lee can’t stop staring into your tear-leaking eyes. His azure gaze is so intense you keep eye contact as you try to muffle your sobs.

He is in with one steady thrust that sent your back curling against the mattress unconsciously. He hovers over you as you shut your eyes tightly, one hand wrapping around the mound of your left tit and the other diving to where you were connected to flick at your clitoris.

His cock stretches you painfully, touching places you didn’t know you had. As your warm walls clinged to him, your legs pushed against his hips to unplug himself off you.

“God,” he breathed out, hand placed around your tit to grasp your jaw forcing you to look at him. “Such a pretty girl, can’t have enough of ya.”

He begins thrusting once your walls accidentally clench, his movement forceful but slow. He suddenly clashed his lips into your, your panting mouth open for him to slip his tongue in, and drowned you in a heated kiss.

Between his agonizing thrusts, Lee would pepper kisses on your neck and face while he rubbed your tiny nub. You felt your leg muscles tightening before relaxing as you soaked the mattres around two times before Lee gave his final push.

His warmth spilled inside of you, burning your tender insides before he pulled away. He observed with a triumphant smile as his seed leaked from your abused flesh before pushing them back in.

He gave you a final peck on the lips before searching for something to clean you with, resorting with his police uniform shirt and mumbling something about “smelling you at all times.”.

“Cute thing can’t even fight anymore,” he laughed at your falling-into-sleep form when he dressed you in the fluffy pijamas Robert had left for you along with the comfy nappies.

He tucked you gently on his bed after giving you a warm bottle of milk and cuddling next to you.

“Cant tell Daddy ‘bout our playtime pretty girl,” He whispered into your ear, licking the shell and watching you squirm and bite on the nip of the bottle. “Not if you know what’s good for you,”.

You nodded quickly as his arms tightened around you, tears falling as your eyes fluttered into sleep.

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