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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 4

Summary: Robert and Cherry talk

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Robert X Cherry

Rating: mature

Warnings: language, branding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.3K

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“Dada,” Robert stares up at the ceiling in the bedroom, holding your sleeping body closer to his. “Dada, hi!” Sundae squeals ring through the monitor. Cherry was always the one that would get up with her. It was their morning routine for him to hear that sweet voice on the monitor, and sleepily walk into her bedroom.

“Dada,” her voice sounds a bit more pitiful, and you open your eyes, looking up at Robert. “Dada. Aye, Dada!”

“Robert, you gotta realize, she’s a baby.”

“Pretty Girl, I’m not mad. You get you some clothes on, and I’m going to get my other pretty little girl. And I want to talk to you about something,” you nervously sit up, not quite sure what he could possibly be wanting to talk about. He didn’t have that angry look on his face as he walks out with only boxers on, and you slip on a loungy shirt and shorts.

“Aye!” Sundae squeals. She couldn’t walk, but she could hold herself up in the crib. Bending her knees and bouncing up and down when she sees Robert. Her mouth opening and closing before struggling to get out, “Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop,” leaning forward to bite on her crib.

“Did you just give me a name?” You smile, sitting on the bed. Lifting your knees up to your chest as you listen to him. “Are you calling me Pop?”

“Yesh,” she starts bouncing up and down before holding her hands up, and falling onto the mattress, “Oh! Pop. Pop. Pop! Hi.”

“So I’m Pop. Makes sense.”

“Dada?” She holds up both her hands in question, looking around Robert’s body to the door.

“That is what we got to talk to your mom about.”

“Mommy!”

“Okay. Okay, let's grab a diaper, wipes, and the baby, and we’re going to see your mommy,” rolling your eyes because of course Robert didn’t want to change her. He carries a sleepy eyed baby into the bedroom, and she wiggles around in his arms making grabby hands at you.

Handing you the baby and supplies, he sits on the opposite end of the bed, watching you and Sundae. The way she was staring up at you with her bright eyes, chewing on her hand. Her chunky little legs flip her over once her diaper is in place, and she squeezes her hand at you.

“What is that?” Robert asks, and you let her crawl closer to you. “What is she doing?”

“Baby sign language. She wants milk,” crawling into your lap, she’s the one that lifts up your shirt, and Robert just stares. “Cherry thought sign language was a good thing to implement. Especially when her speech is limited. She can tell us when she’s hungry, or hurt, and even if she wants more of something.”

“That’s incredible. You two really did a good job with her,” you tilt your head to the side, giving him a soft look. “Last night didn’t go the way I hoped it would,” that was an understatement. Last night was a fucking disaster. “He was trying to make you jealous.”

“Yeah, it worked. Worked on a baby as well.”

“And it won’t happen again. Cherry can say what he wants to me, but you are out of the question. And Sundae didn’t ask for any of this shit.”

“Freezy baby, you were doing so good with your swearing.”

Robert is the one who was smiling now. He never imagined this life that you had given him. Never could have foreseen a woman in his life. Just one, and he is completely satisfied. He definitely never saw himself openly willing to share his woman with another man. But it wasn’t just sex between you and Cherry. The two of you had created a bond, and love in between you. He had become Sundae’s father. As much as Robert wanted to be pissed. He was thankful.

“I want to talk to Cherry. Just me and him. Not include you or Sunny because it gets you both upset. Pretty Girl, you understand I would do any fucking thing for you, right? That extends over to our daughter that is sucking so fucking loud on your tit. Damn girl, is it that good?” She slaps at her chubby little leg when Robert gets a dastardly look, “I need to test it out to make sure it isn’t poisonous.”

“No, you need to go talk to our friend. Our partner.”

“Did you teach her to say Pop?”

Sundae unlatches from you, sitting up to look at her Pop, and you give her mouth a little wipe, pulling down your shirt, and she scoots closer to Robert, “It was Cherry’s idea,” Robert cocks his eyebrow up looking at you, “After she called him dada, it became his mission to heavily show her pictures of you, and say your name was Pop. She must have just put that together this morning. Huh, darling. Say Pop.”

Her mouth opens and closes, trying to get the sound out when she just blurts, “Pop! Dada!”

“Even she knows that there’s supposed to be two of you. So, now that you realize that last night was a disaster, why don’t you see if you can bring him back home. In an actual relationship with us.”

“Yeah, I don’t like the way that sounds. We share you and the baby. I’m the husband, he’s the boyfriend,” Sundae gives him a little hand clap, her mouth lifting in a pretty little smile. “And tell mama I got to try those titties later tonight.”

“Robert, do not talk about that in front of our daughter.”

“She’s a baby. She doesn’t know what I’m fucking talking about.”

“Uck. Uck. Uck,” you narrow your eyes looking at Robert as Sundae repeats Robert’s favorite word.

“I’ll quit talking like that in front of her, but when it’s just us, and a possible Cherry boy, oh, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

“Uck. Uck. Uck,” she was already learning her Pop’s harsh way of speaking, and you couldn’t have that. Waving your hand to shoo Robert away, you decide today would be the day that you unteach your daughter the word fuck. “Uck. Uck. Aye!”

Robert slings his hand in the doorway, stopping Cherry from closing it in his face. “What do you want, Robert?”

“To talk. That bitch fucking here?”

“No. Nobody is here,” Cherry steps away, walking back into this dump of a motel, flopping back on the bed.

“No bodily fluids were left on this fucking bed?”

Cherry looks back at Robert, glowering at him, “Not from me. What do you want?”

“Last night was a terrible fucking idea. I should have listened to my…um, to Pretty Girl. She just wanted all of us to talk.”

“About what?” Cherry goes from laying flat on the bed, to sitting up. His hand rubbing over his belly while he yawns. “I slept like shit.”

“Because you’re used to sleeping in my damn bed.”

“Here we go. Thought you wanted to talk, but you’re wanting to stake your territory. I got it. She’s yours. Why do you think I brought a woman? I can’t do this Robert. I can’t be the side piece. The third wheel. I can’t know that I spent months with that woman. Watched her body change, and held her hand while she pushed out your daughter, but she became my daughter, too. That baby means just as much to me as her. So I’m either in, or I’m out.”

“Would you shut your fucking pie hole for a goddamn minute? Shit. I talked with her, and Sundae agreed, we’re ready for you to come home.”

Cherry yawns, rubbing the back of his head, while he thinks. Ground rules needed to be set sooner rather than later. He tried to have sex with that woman last night, but she wasn’t you. Politely called her a car to take her home while he drowned his sorrows in a bottle of Jack. All he wants is to go home. Be with you and see his daughter, “It’s not that simple.”

“Make it that fucking simple.”

“It’s not that easy. What is Sundae to me?”

“Don’t be a son of a bitch. That baby is your daughter. She fucking calls you dada. Is that what you fucking wanted to hear? She’s your daughter, but she’s also mine.”

“Was that hard?” Cherry gives him a smile, but there is still more that needs to be discussed. “I’m not sleeping upstairs in my old room.”

“Fine. Go the fuck on. What else?”

“There has to be some understanding that I don’t want just sex.”

“What do you fucking mean by that?”

“I’m a sensitive kind of guy.”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

Cherry gives him a laugh, twisting his head to pop his neck. The crack makes Robert gag a bit. For someone who was a professional murderer, he had some odd things that made him sick to his stomach. “What I mean is I like quick little kisses. I like holding her just because. I can tell when she’s had a bad day and just wants to cuddle. And I can’t be walking past her for a hug, kiss, and an ass squeeze if you’re going to growl at me. If we’re doing this, I’m all in. All of me. All of my body, and all of my heart.”

“I don’t want your fucking body near me, unless were fucking double penetrating her. There’s nothing between me and you. You fucking get that, right? Like if our cocks fucking touch, it’s because we’re stretching her tight light cunt over two cocks, or she’s sucking on both of us. Or fucking shit! Stretching that ass over two dicks!”

“Easy. I don’t want to fuck you anyways. She would have all of my body and heart. And I know, we’re sharing her, but I want equal opportunity. And as hot as it is for us both to destroy her, you know it’s okay for just one of us, right? And it can’t always be you. Sometimes you gotta let me have solo time. And not just with you stroking your cock in the corner, but you watching our baby, while I make sweet love to her. This only works if we’re all on the same page. I will share a bed with you. That bed upstairs can be for when it’s one of our birthday’s or something. Or for another kid, or…I don’t know.”

Robert breathes deeply, thinking closely about everything that Cherry had told him. It was only fair that everyone was equal with you. Feelings were involved, and they were so much deeper than genitals. Even if he could shove his cock pretty deep in your cunt.

“You know what you son of bitch, let’s go home, and we need to talk with my…our fucking Pretty Girl. We’ll figure it out. What I do know is that Sundae was asking for you this morning. She got me, called me Pop. And Pretty Girl — she fucking needs you. Last night was horrendous, but she needs you. She needs all of you. So I guess this is where we are.”

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”

“Hey darling,” you coo over at your daughter who was bouncing up and down, holding on to the couch. Looking towards the door, and making grabby hands.

“Dada. Pop,” she looks back at you, cheesing, and then looking back at the door.

“You hear the car pull up,” she gives you a head nod looking towards the door. Hearing the door knob turn, she gives a little squeal, and when Cherry and Robert walk in together, her hands drop from the couch. Giving one step forward. “Oh my god,” you whisper, putting a hand over your mouth.

“Dada,” she squeals, lifting her hands up, and almost losing her balance. Getting a determined look on her face when she takes another step. “P-p-Pop!” A giggle comes out of her mouth before taking two quick steps, and crashing to the floor. “Uh-oh!”

Deciding she gets somewhere quicker when crawling, her little legs shuffle her to the men, and she looks between the two of them. “Yay!”

“I think she fu…she told us what she wanted,” Robert walks over to you for a chaste little kiss.

“And what’s that?” Cherry leans over, picking up his little girl. He might not have helped create her, but he loved her like she was his own. He holds her so tightly, as she pets and slaps around his face. The moment of him refusing her, and leaving completely forgotten for her, but for Cherry it still remained. He could still see her angelic face as she cried for him. Arms reaching out, and he like an ass, walked away.

“She wants you and Robert here,” you choke out, watching the two of them. You couldn’t stay mad at him. “So don’t be stupid.”

“So you’re my girlfriend now?” The corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk, and you try to remain calm. Try to not think about how him and Robert being open and okay with you having both of them was making your entire body tingle.

“It appears that way,” you would give all three of them the world if they asked you. You felt as if your job was to keep them all happy. “Thank you for coming back.”

“There’s only one last thing for me to do.”

“And what’s that?” He walks Sundae over to Robert before turning to you. His hands playfully run around your neck, until he takes off your choker, and you look up at Robert, eyes already shining, and lip trembling.

“Pretty Girl, after today, you won’t wear that choker ever again,” reaching into his pocket, he hands you a lighter, and you look over at Cherry realizing what is happening. “If you want him in our lives. Make it official. I’m going to take Sundae outside for a bit. You two be careful.”

Cherry was already laying on the couch with his shirt off when you leave his side to find some tweezers, “Where do you want it?”

“On my neck,” you bite at your lip, looking at him was placing the charm where he wanted it, and you giggle, walking over to him. Wrapping his arm around your thigh, “Sit on me,” with the knowledge that Robert was okay with this coupling…tripling, you straddle his body, and hold the charm with the tweezers. His hands rub up under your dress, cupping your ass, while you wait for the metal to heat up.

“You remember when Robert and I got our brands?”

“I do. You were just this scared sweet thing. And if I recall, that’s the first time I got to play with this pretty pussy. I tasted your sweet honey,” you swat his hand from traveling up the front of your dress, and turn to look at him. “We’re gonna need a bigger bed.”

With a devilish grin, you press the ice cream cone charm up against his skin, grabbing onto an empty vase, you add pressure to the metal, while he seethes. “Hurts worse than you thought, huh?”

“It’s worth it. Pretty Girl, it’s cooled down.”

Letting the charm drop off his skin, you give his chest a smack, “And don’t you ever make our daughter cry like that again. She was inconsolable.”

“I don’t need to hear this.”

“Yes, you do. You should have talked to us then. You…you brought a stupid bitch here, and Sundae was confused. This branding doesn’t change what you did. You…you whore.”

“Aww,” his hand coasts under your dress, letting his finger rub over your mound, “I am a whore, but nothing happened with that woman. I’m a whore just for you, and I wanted — I wanted to make you hurt, and then I hated myself for that, and then with Sundae…that hurt. But I either wanted all of you and her, or none of it. I can’t be the other man.”

“You weren’t to us,” he tilts his head to the side, and you couldn’t deny that you had led him to believe it was always going to be Robert. That there wasn’t anything that could change how you felt about him. Making Cherry feel it was an either or. “You should have talked to all of us. You got pissy.”

“I got pissy because Robert is possessive. We’ll go over some rules, because I want this to work. He wants it to work, and I’m going to guess you do, too. And yeah, I should have waited, and not jumped into railing your ass when he got back. I fell in love when you were pregnant, and the thought of him getting all that I had fallen for, it hurt. I couldn’t think normally because I just hurt. And now my damn neck hurts. This needs to be cleaned, and I would like to spend some time with…Sundae.”

“She’s our daughter. Yours, mine, and Robert’s. And eventually…I might have persuaded Robert with a great blowjob, but our next baby is biologically yours. I want you to have the same experiences as him, and he as you. He missed out on all of Sundae’s early life, and my pregnancy. He loves her, too,” Cherry nods his head, moving the hand that was palming you to your thighs again with a smile. “He’s a good dad. I don’t want you to think he isn’t. He adores her, and he wants the best for her. And you need cleaned, and we’re going to play with our daughter.”

“And later we’re going to play with…”

“Sleep. Mama is tired because she didn’t get any sleep last night because she was pissed off at you. So daddy, let’s get you cleaned up, so we can see Pop.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Cherry grunts sitting up while you get the first aid kit.

“Taking your shirt off was so unnecessary,” you slowly start cleaning him off, finishing with a soft kiss to his new brand. Burned into his skin was the same mark that adorned yours and Robert’s skin. “And I still want to wear the choker sometimes. It’s cute.”

“Let’s go spend some time with Miss Sundae Pronge. Maybe the next baby can be Blueberry or Raspberry, or Blossom. Cherry and Blossom.”

“Maybe the next baby is a boy.”

“Reese’s pieces! Graham cracker!”

“Why do the children need to be named after food,” Robert looks back at the two of you. Sundae holds her hands while she bounces up and down with a cadence of Pop on her lips. “Maybe he’s just…”

“Pie! Cherry pie.”

“Most definitely not. Tell your daddy and pop that if you have a brother his name is not pie,” Sundae just smiles, her sweet little face looking between the three of you, “She’s happy. She’s at peace since we’re all together.”

And she was. The way she moved her head back and forth looking between her daddy and her pop with the brightest smile, made those two men weak. She had the two of them wrapped around her tiny, but chubby fingers. Her scrunchy nose smile makes them ooh and ahh and at her. Robert stands up, leading her to the grass, and grabs her hand. She holds up her free hand for Cherry, and the three of them start walking around the backyard. This could work. And they would make it work for her, but also for you.

You were going to have your hands full with the two of them, but it was definitely worth it. You felt an ease engulf you. Comfortable here with them. Your family. Your everythings. You were sure there was going to be disagreements, especially with their two loud personalities. But it was going to be worth it. It was going to be work, and you were willing to work on it. For them.

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

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Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Massage: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Masseuse!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 3: Public Sex: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 4: Degrading: Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 5: Knife Play: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

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Day 9: Size Kink: Beefy!Ari Levison x Petite!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 10: Blood Kink: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️

Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 12: Anal: Dark!Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 13: Choking: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 14: Phone Sex: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Needy!Fem!Reader 🔥

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Day 28: Thigh Fucking: Eddie Munson x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 29: Body Worship: Soft!Wanda Maximoff x Insecure!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 30: Daddy Kink: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Push Me Closer

Kinkmas Day 6: Aphrodisiac

Relationship: Mr. Freezy x hitwoman!reader (Bobby and kitten, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~1k

Summary: You missed your man

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal fisting, some degradation ) pussy hungry Bobby, soft and high kitten, established relationship, drug and alcohol use, mentions of violence, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: They are sluts, that is all.

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Bobby growled and cracked his neck when he walked into the club, he and Curtis shouldering the crowd out of theirs and Lloyd’s way as they made their way towards the roped off area where you were supervising the rest of the girls.

As glad as he was that he’d managed to convince you to take on less hands-on jobs, he missed working with you as much as he used to. It would have been fun watching you beat the shit out on one of the assholes he’d dealt with tonight then been able to fuck you stupid in the car on the way back.

He could still fuck you now though.

You were leaning against the wall and sipping vodka when he found you, your hips swaying just slightly to the music as you kept one eye on the bosses’ girls and Bryce dancing and laughing and doing lines together while you also watched the crowd for any signs of trouble. Bobby could practically feel the change in your posture when you saw him, the way your body leaned towards him immediately making him growl and nod at Lloyd before moving to press his chest against yours.

“How was the job, Bobby?” You purred when he ducked to drag his nose over your cheek, sliding your free hand along the side of his neck and arching into him.

“It was fine, none of those idiots knew how to handle themselves in a fight.” He could feel how fucking warm you were and it was making him need to put his mouth on you. “How was babysitting?”

“Only had to stop the princess from scratching one dude’s eyes out, so good.” You almost dropped your drink when he wound an arm around your waist and pulled you close, moaning and squeezing your thighs together when he started sucking on your ear. “Missed you, Bobby.”

“Yeah, because you’re a needy bitch.” He bit your ear and groaned when you tugged on his hair, leaning back and licking his lips when he saw how blown your eyes were, loving the thought of having you all pliable and sweet since you went soft whenever you were high. “You on something?”

“Mmhm.” You set your glass aside and pulled the small vial of pills out of your jacket pocket, breathing deeply when he barely brushed his lips over yours. “You want one?”

He nodded and kept his eyes on yours when you held up one of the tabs and placed it on your tongue, grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours so he could lick the pill out of your mouth. You melted against him when he deepened the kiss, whining softly and hooking your knee over his hips while you sucked on his tongue needily.

The effect was almost immediate. Bobby growled while he felt warmth start to flood his system, inhaling deeply and pressing close to you when he could smell how goddamn wet you were. He glanced over his shoulder just long enough to get a nod from Lloyd and he yanked you back towards one of the private booths, dragging the curtain closed and tossing you onto the table as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

Your breathy whines were only making him harder, his cock aching as it pressed against the front of his jeans while he leaned over you. You were already in such a haze from the drugs, and the way his hands were groping you and tugging at your dress was making it more intense. His hands skimmed over your thighs and you let them fall open lazily, purring when he shoved your skirt up around your hips and sat in front of you.

“Fuck, just look at this shit.” Bobby chuckled when you moaned as he dragged you towards his face, sinking his teeth into the inside of your thigh and licking the mark he left while he watched your bare pussy leak and throb for him. “What a fucking whore you are, walking around showing off my pussy dressed like a slut. Should make you apologize to me.”

“‘M sorry.” You gasped when he swiped his nose over your slit and buried it between your petals, wriggling uselessly when he teased the tip of his tongue over your asshole. “Bobby…”

“Shut the fuck up.” He grinned when he heard you huff, grabbing your knees and shoving them up towards your shoulders while he dragged the flat of his tongue over your cunt. “How is this cunt so sweet when you’re such a bitch?”

There was no way for you to answer him when he wrapped his mouth around your pussy and sucked lewdly, shivering when his tongue slid inside you as he groaned at your taste. Taking two of those pills was paying off, even though you knew it was going to turn you into a gooey mess as soon as you laid eyes on him, but now you were about to come after almost nothing and it was worth it.

He could feel the way you were fluttering for him and it made him hum, swallowing as much of your slick as possible and still ending up with it dripping down his chin while his upper lip rubbed against your clit. Eating you out when you were high was one of his favorite things, the only thing better was fucking your when you were high, which he was going to do just as soon as…

You moaned and arched your whole body when your pussy clenched and you gushed your release into his eager mouth, your thighs trembling under his hands while he slurped up your juices.

“Such an easy bitch, Christ.” Bobby just let you writhe around stupidly while he rose to his feet, undoing his fly in a rush before stretching over you and grabbing your jaw as he shoved his cock inside you, making you whimper into his mouth. “What d’you think, kitten? Should I shove my fist up your ass while I fuck this slutty cunt?”

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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Chum The Waters

Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x PlusSize!MafiaDon!Reader

warnings: violence, murder, gore, smut- my warnings are not exhaustive: dead dove, do not eat

a/n: welcome to part one. i've been sitting on this draft for like six months and finally i have dedicated the time to it. thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta reading.

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It’s visceral.

It always has been.

And Bobby thinks it’s something about that viscera that keeps him coming back for more, thinks it’s something about that sinew and flesh and how easily it rips and tears that makes him crave it like a fucking drug.

The skin on his knuckles is bruised, broken from jagged teeth and protruding bone, but he doesn’t stop. He loves his work, he loves the person he does it for, everything in his life has come up aces and he’s just fucking robbed Vegas.

He grunts as he lands another blow to the man he has chained down. He’s going to kill the guy eventually, but they all talk sooner or later. It’s all about finding that sweet spot of too much pain to stay quiet, right before you get to I give up let me die.

He has to keep them hopeful enough that they’ll survive, that something is still in it for them, keep them delirious enough to believe that he would let them go, so they’ll keep feeding him information that he can give to you.

The man below him grunts as Bobby’s knuckles crunch against his already broken nose.

“C’mon Baizen, you know how to make it stop.” Bobby swings again, Carter’s lip under his fist busting open. His head lolls forward, the flow of blood and saliva falling into his lap.

“I don’t fuckin’ know anything, man,” Carter sobs. He’s lying. Bobby knows he’s lying. Carter knows that Bobby knows he’s lying, but he’s still hanging on to hope that someone is coming for him.

“Your funeral.” Robert fists Carter’s hair, lifting his head so another blow can break his browbone. His goes to rear back and swing again, but stops short when his phone starts ringing a 16-bit version of You Are My Sunshine. He bought it specifically for you.

His thumb smudges blood across the screen as he swipes to answer, bringing it to his ear as Carter spits at his feet. Bobby’s face twists in disgust and he kicks Carter’s chair backward, the thump of his head hitting the concrete floor reverberating off the walls.

“Hey, baby,” he’s breathy from exertion and if you didn’t know for a fact that he was beating information out of another man you might be concerned. Confirmation of his activities coming in the form of Carter’s groan in the background.

“Hi, honey. How’s it going down there?” Your voice is corn syrup through his system, sickly sweet and tree sap slow.

“Pretty boy hasn’t started talkin’ yet, but I still ain’t busted out the tools either.” Carter doesn’t miss Bobby’s arrogance, answering with a choked laugh.

“Fuck you, Pronge,” he calls, blood pooling under his head from his cracked skull.

Bobby sighs, his heavy breath crackling against the receiver.

“He’s just a pusher, sweetheart. Not big enough to rile you up so much. You’ve never let me down and I know you won’t start now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Get what you can and come back to me. And don’t leave a mess!”

The lilt of your laughter echoes through the receiver, his heart skipping a beat or two as the corners of his lips curl skyward. Another soft Yes ma’am uttered before the call ends.

Bobby pockets his phone, the smile falling from his face as he turns back to Carter. He rights the chair he’s tied to and Carter’s head lolls forward, his chin hitting his chest as he fights the spins.

The slide of metal against metal makes Carter look up, his breath coming out in a huff when he sees the curve of the crowbar in Bobby’s hand. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, man.”

“Not even a little bit. I told you that you knew how to make it stop.”

Baizen takes shallow breaths in, steels himself for what he knows is coming as Bobby winds himself up like a Yankee’s batter. All Pronge really has to do is swing like he’s going to shatter Carter’s kneecap and the kid breaks.

“Okay! Okay, okay, I get it. Fuck. Fuck!” Carter knows he’s about to give up his boss, knows he’s about to have to flee the country to be able to keep his ability to walk. Bobby stands there expectantly, twirling the crowbar in his fist.

“A few days ago Rogers got something like four or five trashbags full of fuckin’ body parts. They were all people that worked for him. People that had come through here to make a delivery and never made it back. They have a suspicion that it was Barnes. All the pieces looked like shark feed. So, they’ve called a meeting in Omaha to settle territory lines.”

The corner of Bobby’s mouth tugs up in a smile, the work that he’s had a hand in still unnoticed by mafia Don’s that seem to be unaware of his bosses presence. It was ideal, what you and he wanted, to be invisible until it was too late- and everything seemed to be going just as you’d planned. You were going to be so pleased with him. The thought of your soft smile pointed in his direction makes his cock twitch in his white slacks.

“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Carter brings Bobby back to the present, where he’s still standing in the dank basement of a meat processing plant interrogating a kid that can’t be any older than 22. He almost feels bad for what he’ll do next, but all is fair in love and war or whatever Shakespeare said.

“It was six bags.”

“Huh?” Carter’s eyebrows pinch together, the implications of Bobby knowing how many bags of body parts there were taking just a second longer to settle in his brain. “Oh my god, it was-”

“Me, yeah.” Bobby takes lazy steps towards his toolbox, deposits his crowbar before reaching into the second drawer to pull out a sleek black 9mm. He turns and points it directly at Carter’s head, pulling the trigger before the kid can beg for mercy.

His whites are fresh, not a speck of blood to be seen. His hair pulled back into a low ponytail to get his hair out of his face, you always said you didn’t like it when he hid behind his hair. He checks his reflection one more time before he knocks on your office door, your voice answering from the other side and beckoning him in.

Your hand rests in a fluffy head of hair, your personal security sitting cross legged at your feet with his head rested against your thigh. Justin perks up when the office door opens, surveying the person entering for any ill intent. He knows Bobby, has worked with him quite a few times, so it’s not a surprise when he closes his eyes again and rests back against you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you croon, Bobby’s icy exterior melting almost instantly.

“Hey, boss.”

“How did it go?”

Bobby closes the gap between you, makes himself comfortable in the chair in front of your ornate desk. You don’t miss the cologne he put on for this meeting, he always tried so hard to impress you.

“I have a couple updates for you,” he replies, and you take the opportunity to get Justin’s attention. You hand him your credit card, plant a kiss on his forehead, and tell him to head down to the arcade for a little bit, that you’d text him when you needed him. Justin dismisses himself with a sweet smile only moments later, leaving you alone with Bobby, buzzing to hear the information he pulled out the west coast kid you’d caught.

You stand from your chair, round your desk so you can stand in front of Bobby, close enough to brush the stray hairs from his forehead. He doesn’t understand sometimes how you ended up a Don. How, through all your sunshine and kindness, you came into power over some of the most violent men he’d ever met. The thought of you covered in blood, terrifying and beautiful, stiffens his already aching cock.

“What do you have for me?”

Bobby clears his throat, gathering his thoughts through the haze you cause his brain every time you’re this close to him.

“Rogers got your presents and they think Barnes sent them. They’re planning a meetup in Omaha soon to come to a truce.”

Your blinding smile thickens that haze, it makes his mouth go dry when you point it at him.

“Oh, that’s perfect, Bobby.” He feels your praise deep in the pit of his stomach, and it’s not hard to see the way he already strains against his pants. “I couldn’t have done it without you, sweetheart.”

You bend at the waist to kiss his cheek, a low moan rumbling in his chest when you make contact. You’ve always loved being in the position of power you were, loved how dangerous men prostrated themselves before your feet for the chance to make you happy.

Bobby was one of those men.

Smart, cunning, ruthless, and absolutely stupid for you.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he replies, his eyes fixated on your knees, the flush of his cheeks sending a throb straight between your thighs.

“Do you want me to show you how grateful I am?”

Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.

“You’ve always wanted a taste, haven’t you?”

You step out of your heels, dropping the four inches they added to your height when your feet land back on plush carpet. The tip of your toe coasts up Bobby’s shin, using his knee to push your ass up onto your desk.

Your skirt is tight, but not so tight that you can’t pull it up over the globes of your ass and spread your legs wide. His eyeline moves from your face to the panel of your panties, already glittering with the arousal he’s caused.

His knees hit the floor, in worship or prayer you’re not sure, and his hushed oh my god doesn’t give you further clue. You rest your weight back on your elbow and prop a leg up, hooking a finger into your underwear so you can pull them to the side.

He looks back up at you for permission, the ring of blue circling his blown pupils magnified in his glasses.

Your fingers slip between your folds, the pornographic sound of your slick making Bobby growl with a growing need that he swears is going to consume him whole.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” you coo, leaning forward to slide his glasses off his face and set them next to you. “Come get it.”

His vision is fuzzed over but he feels like he could locate the center of your heat by smell alone. He lurches forward, pulls your thighs over his shoulders and feasts on your cunt.

His hungry groans vibrate against your clit, the plush of his bottom lip sealing off for a perfect suction.

“Oh, fuck,” you keen, your hands slipping into the hair he brushed just for you. “That’s it, Bobby. Just like that.”

Your praise only spurs him on, makes him flip his palm up under his chin and work two fingers into your already pulsing pussy. He feels as they get sucked in deeper, and he can’t restrain himself any longer.

The hand not buried two knuckles deep makes quick work of his belt, rips the button open on his slacks and tears down the zipper. He reaches into his boxers and tugs himself in time with your clenching.

His fingers hook up into your silk walls and the brush against your g-spot has your hands curling hard against his scalp, bucking your hips against his mouth and chasing your release. “Shit, Bobby. Right there.”

Bobby tries to time his release with yours, tries so hard to stave himself off until he feels you let go against his face, but he can’t. He spills over his hand like a goddamn teenager at a fucking drive in and his faltering movements have you looking down.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

He should be embarrassed, but he swears if he ever gets the chance to feel you from the inside he wouldn’t be so quick. Your smile down at him is still sweet, even though you’re poking fun, and he takes it as a challenge.

You drag in a gasp when he reattaches himself to your clit, his hands finding a renewed vigor in pushing every button he can find. You drop back against your desk, your knuckles cracking under the hold you have at the edge of the wood.

“Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t have to pull away for you to feel his grunted I won’t against your cunt. Your moans climb in pitch and volume and you fist the hair on either side of his head as you’re shoved over the precipice of your orgasm, his tongue laid flat so you can rut against his face.

He greedily drinks up every drop, the surface beneath your ass dry when he finally gives you reprieve. He stows himself away and shuffles your skirt back down to cover you, making sure your dignity remains intact in case anyone barges in.

It takes a few minutes to recover- for your heart rate to settle and your breathing to even out, but when it does you affectionately fit his glasses back on his face and drop a kiss on his slick stained cheek.

“Thank you, Bobby. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome, boss.”

He looks up at you where the tiniest amount of sweat has beaded against your hairline and thinks that you’ve never looked more beautiful.

You slide off your desk, fit your pumps back onto your feet, and settle back in your desk chair. You scoop your phone from the surface and text Justin that he can come back, getting a singular heart emoji in response.

“Would you mind getting in contact with Barber and letting him know that my patience is waning with those permits?”

“Anything for you,” comes Bobby’s reply, in a love sick tone he hopes isn’t too thick.

“You’re such a sweetheart. What would I do without you?”

It’s that sweet summer smile that makes his heart flutter, the one he’d dismember his own mother to see again.

“I imagine you’d get blood all over those pretty hands.” Bobby doesn’t joke often, so it’s always a treat when he does.

“Well, I’m an incredibly lucky lady to have you taking care of it for me.”

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one-shot. ┊ drabble. ┊ series.

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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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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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...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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He Sees You When You’re Sleeping (And He Knows When You’re Awake)

Summary: Your next door neighbor, Robert, doesn’t celebrate Christmas, but there was one thing that was on his wishlist—you.

Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Female! Reader, neighbor AU!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY(minors DNI, please, I mean it), breaking and entering, non con themes but nothing non con happens, mentions of murder, stalking, Robert being a peeping Tom, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, pussy spanking, d/s dynamic, degradation, bondage, knife kink, Daddy kink, obsessive behavior, possessive sex, creampie, masturbation (m), claiming kink, filth. Just. filth. This has dark themes. You are in control of your media consumption. I love you.

Word Count: 5k and some change.

A/N: This is my submission for Happy Hoe-lidays Writing Challenge! I absolutely love Mr. Freezy. Much more than I should. But, writing this was so much fun! I have so many more Freezy fics planned out for the coming year, so I hope you stick around to read them when I eventually write them. Thank you all so much for reading and reblogging! I love hearing back from you guys!

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The Christmas lights that hung around the neighborhood twinkled with a sort of artificial jolliness that made Robert scowl. It didn’t take much to make him sneer, but that addition of Christmas lights, snowmen, reindeer, and other bullshit lawn decorations were the cherry on top of the shit-show of the season. Parking his truck in the garage, he tossed his large duffle bag to his work table with a sigh. There were far too many knots in his back, bruises littered his sides from the fight that the mark put up, he was hungry and he was 90% sure that there was nothing to eat in his fridge. It was another shitty Christmas Eve. With another annoyed sigh, he stomps through his house to the shower; he needed to get the dried blood out from under his nails or he was going to go bat shit crazy.

The hot shower definitely helped some of his aches, his muscles no longer whining with fatigue. He was halfway relaxed when the doorbell rang. The chirpy ding-dong of the bell brought a wave of rage over him. Dressing in a pair of comfortable jeans and a random t shirt, he barreled for the door. “I swear to fucking God, if it’s Chuck, I’m gonna kill the fat bastard,” he snarled to himself.

Whipping the door open, with his long hair still damp and his lips poised to tell Chuck to fuck off and leave him alone, he recoiled in surprise. You stood on his porch with a small smile, the smile died when you saw the rage on his face, concern took over your beautiful features.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve come at a bad time,” you said smoothly, your voice was always so calm, “I saw you come in and thought you might be hungry.” In your hands you held a medium size container. Even through the lid, Robert could smell the enticing aroma of the hot meal. “It’s that chicken you liked so much.”

Robert’s face softened the moment he saw you, he couldn’t help it, especially when you bring him food. You offered him the container, which he takes with a smirk. His eyes raking over your figure as he leans against the door frame. “Thank you, Princess, just what I needed.”

The bashful smile you give him ignites a deep sense of pride within him, he always felt that way around you; he wanted to devour you completely, to consume every part of you until you were a part of him and he a part of you. You look up at his hulking frame through your lashes, loving how he looks at you, his eyes smoldering with an enchanting darkness. You always thought he had such interesting eyes; powerful pools of blue with insidious sparks that stayed hidden behind his glasses. You thought he was beautiful. Martha says he scares her shitless, but you didn’t care, as long as she stayed clear of Robert. Everyone in the neighborhood knew that he was your Bobby, just like they knew that you were his Princess.

“It’s no problem,” you assure him, “I’ll get going, don’t wanna bother you anymore than I already have,” before Robert could stop you, you were turning to head back to your house next-door. Before you descended the steps of his porch, you turned back to him with a flirty smile, “Merry Christmas, Bobby.”

He gives you a wink, feeling his jeans tighten at the sultry tone you use, the smirk staying on his face as he watches you enter you home. He shuts the door and makes for the kitchen, his half hard cock can wait, his empty stomach, on the other hand, cannot. Dinner was delicious as always, he had a weakness for your cooking. The only thing he misses about that cunt of an ex-wife of his was the home cooking. You’d given him enough to have leftovers for tomorrow, always so considerate. He checked the clock as he drank the rest of his beer. It was almost time.

Walking through the house, he slowly shut off the lights one by one. Each room dimmed perfectly to make you think he was asleep. Once he reached his bedroom, he quietly settled into the armchair in front of his window. He had the perfect view of your room from here, the houses were close enough that he didn’t need binoculars to see you, and you apparently hated the concept of curtains, leaving the view into your bedroom unobstructed.

Robert couldn’t help but lick his lips as he waited in the dark for you to start getting ready for bed. He knew your routine by heart at this point: you showered, put on lotion, combed your hair, put on clothes, then went to bed. Sometimes, if he was lucky enough, you’d give him a little show. You’d pull out that little toy from the bottom drawer of your nightstand and show him how cute you look when you cum.

When your bathroom door opens, Robert practically groans with excitement, the newest pair of panties he swiped from your hamper held tightly in his fist. He unzips his fly as you move around the room, dressed only in a fluffy towel, his dick already throbbing with need. Robert wraps the silky panties around his base, sighing when the cool fabric rested against his heated skin. You begin to apply your lotion, the last time he was in your room he couldn’t help but smell the bottle, and the cocoa butter scent quickly became one of his favorites. Your hands glide over your smooth skin slowly, Robert’s hand around his cock matches your pace, until you drop the towel to the floor. It was going to be a merry Christmas, indeed.

Humming to yourself, you shut off the shower and wrapped yourself in your favorite towel. Swinging the bathroom door open, you check the time and smile to yourself; he should be watching you right about now. You’d noticed him a little over 7 months ago; those adorable glasses of his caught the reflection of the nearby streetlight. Ever since then, you both had a routine: you’d eat your dinner around 9, do a last minute sweep through of the house, watch the lights in Bobby’s house shut off one by one at 9:15, take a shower, and by 9:30 he was sat in his room to watch you get ready for bed by 10.

Of course, now knowing that you had an audience, you couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him. Standing to put your lotion on, sometimes wearing your expensive silk robe while you dance around your room (swaying your hips a little more than usual)—but today. Oh, today, you pulled out the big guns. It was Christmas after all.

You let the towel fall from around your middle, revealing your body in all its naked glory. You had to stifle a pleased smirk at the thought of what Bobby might be thinking of your little gift. Sighing, you continue with your routine, massaging your lotion into your skin with a little more sensuality than normal. A devious smirk takes over your features as you pretend to drop your comb. Turing your back to the window, you bend at the waist, giving Bobby a perfect view of your glistening pussy. You stay bent for a moment before popping back up and finishing your routine. Before you know it, you were dressed in your silkiest pajama set and switching out the light.

“Goodnight, Bobby,” you talk to his window, “hope you enjoyed the show.”

You crawl into bed, and drift off into a comfortable sleep.

Robert’s hand moved in quick, short motions over his shaft, beads of precum dribbling from his aching tip, his balls heavy with need. As you methodically apply your lotion, Robert can’t help but growl, his hand tightens around his cock in his frustration. He feels the high he so desperately wants teasing him at the base of his spine, his thick legs twitching as he thrusts into his hand. The delicious softness of the panties offer him some relief, but his mind wanders to how soft your skin must be, and how much softer that little slice of heaven between your thighs must be. He sees the comb drop and immediately speeds his hand up.

“Oh fuck! Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, c’mon bend over for me, Princess, bend over for Daddy,” he mumbles to himself, his gaze locked on the silky skin of your back, willing you to bend over.

“Fucking hell!” He curses loudly when you do give him what he wants, your folds shine in the soft lamp light, your thighs look plush, and, God, your ass—he would murder the whole block just to bite it. The glorious view only last a few seconds, far too short if Robert was being honest. You get dressed rather quickly, much to his dismay. When you go to turn the light out, he can see your lips moving, your eyes on his window. A deep growl rumbled in his chest. You knew.

He didn’t like that.

He tucked himself back into his jeans, his fingers petting the gusset of your underwear absentmindedly as he glared at your now dark window. You knew he was watching. How long had you known? You obviously didn’t mind him watching or else you would have called the police. You’d been letting him watch you undress for weeks or months, and you never made a move— and that’s what pisses him off so much. How long could he have been fucking you? How long could he have been making you cum on his cock rather than that pathetic toy you have? How long have you been denying him what he deserves?

Another snarl, he stands up and stomps off to the garage, your panties tucked into his back pocket like they always are. His duffle bag was already packed, he had everything he needed right there waiting for him. Leaning against his work bench, he lit a cigarette to calm him down. If he was gonna do this, he didn’t want to be sloppy about it. He looked at the clock, it was 10:27.

“11 o’clock,” he muttered to himself with a nod. He was gonna wait until 11. You’d be asleep, you wouldn’t wake up, you were a rather heavy sleeper and he found that out the hard way.

Another cigarette and a glass of water later, Robert was slipping on his boots. He didn’t bother putting on a jacket, it was a short walk from his house to yours. He hummed a Christmas song he heard on the radio as he double checked his duffle, making sure that everything he needed was there. With a satisfied smile, he zipped the bag and slung it over his shoulder. It was time.

Your lock was no match for him, it never was. A handful of turns with his lock picking kit and he was in— you really should install a better deadbolt. He shut the door silently behind him, locking it, too, for good measure. The house was dark and silent, the subtle whirring of the overhead fan and a gentle hum of your heater was all that stirred in the house. He tip toed his way to the stairs, he knew which floorboards and stairs creaked by heart, and with expert steps, avoided each one perfectly.

Your bedroom door was left open, like always. He saw the outline of your sleeping form underneath your duvet cover, your back towards him as you dreamt. Robert felt his heart pound in his chest, the adrenalin kept his senses sharp, any small noise or movement you made had him stopping in his tracks and holding his breath. You rolled on to your back with a sleepy sigh, your face serene and calm in the glowing lights from outside. You were absolutely beautiful, Robert was sure that he’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there staring at you, but the small noise you made was enough to break him out of his trance. He wasn’t here to just look at you. Setting the duffle bag on the floor next to your bed, he opened it quietly and got to work.

You sighed as consciousness began to creep back into you. You moved to rub your eyes but your hands didn’t budge. With a confused look, you tried again, tugging harder on the seemingly invisible force that held your arms down. Something cold and sharp pressed against the curve of your throat to keep you from fighting. You shivered when you noticed the cold air that enveloped you. Your duvet pushed to the foot of your bed without a thought, then you felt something moving on top of you. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness around you, you saw the outline of a figure looming over you. You would have been frightened if you hadn’t recognized his long hair. You smiled sleepily up at him.

“Hi, Bobby,” you rasped, and blinked your eyes a few more times to see him clearly. There he was, straddled on top of you, his face set in a cold yet lustful expression. Your greeting caught him off guard, his eyes widening in shock when you smiled at him and relaxed further into your bed. He was ready for you to scream, to kick, to beg for mercy and swear that you wouldn’t tell a soul about this; he wasn’t ready for this. When he swallowed thickly but said nothing, you chuckled lowly, stretching a little underneath him, “whatcha doin’?”

Your devious little smirk brought back his voice, you were teasing him again.

“Had to pay you a little visit for that stunt you pulled earlier,” he trailed the knife along the column of your throat, taking note of how you shivered when it touched your heated skin, “just couldn’t stay away any longer.”

“Mmm, I was wondering how long it’d take before you did,” you chuckled again, the anger from earlier bubbling up again in Robert’s chest.

“How long?” His voice was hard. You knew what he meant.

“Since May.”

A low growl rumbled in his throat. He didn’t like that at all.

“Seven months? You’ve been keeping me from your sweet little cunt for seven months?” He spat, the bulge at the front of his jeans rut into your stomach as he leans over you, one hand braced by your head. When you said nothing and instead looked up at him through your lashes, it was his turn to chuckle lowly under his breath. “Oh, Princess, I’m gonna have to punish you for that.”

“O-Ok,” you nodded, your panties were soaked the moment you felt him on top of you. Robert groaned under his breath at your compliance, you were already being such a good girl. You twisted against the ropes holding your hands above your head. “Bobby, untie me, wanna touch you,” you asked softly. You could see him thinking it over, “Please? I’ve been extra good this year.”

“Oh, have you, Princess?” He asks skeptically, his knife trailing down the front of the cream silk tank top, he loved how you shivered with excitement when he teased the hem of your top with the blade. His hips moving gently rocking into you to make you feel how hard he is. You hum with a nod, biting your lip as he moulds his body to yours. “You think that teasing me like that makes you a good girl?”

The harsh edge to his voice has another wave of slick staining your panties and a small moan slipping past your lips. You see his pleased smirk clearly in the dark. You lick your bottom lip and regain your senses. “No, it doesn’t… but haven’t I been so good for you this year? Made you dinner, helped you with your laundry, kept those pesky neighbors of ours away from you,” you leaned up a little, your eyes on his pulls him down closer to you, your noses barely touching, “haven’t let anyone touch me all year, saved myself all for you—doesn’t that make me a good girl, Bobby?”

He snarls and smashes his lips to yours, the kiss is all tongue and teeth, he overpowers you easily. You mewl into his mouth, kissing him back as best you can as he devours you, the little noises you make go straight to his cock. Your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen but you absolutely love it, his saliva mixes with yours as his tongue explores your mouth in greedy swipes. When he pulls back to gasp for air, you can’t help but whine and chase his lips, but the blade of the knife forces you to stay down.

“You’re gonna take your punishment like the good girl you are, then maybe I’ll let you go,” he bites out, his eyes crazed with power. He loved the way you nodded and took what he gave you, he knew you were different from other women already. They hated when he got too rough or slapped them around a bit in bed, but you—oh, he knows you can take it. If not, then… oh, well. He gives you a twisted smile, the sharp blade of his knife suddenly ripping down the front of your tank top. You gasp as he cuts the top to shreds, pushing the offensive fabric out of the way of your bare chest. You wish you could say that your nipples were hard because of the cold, but you couldn’t help yourself; not when the man you’ve been lusting for for over a year was literally tearing your clothes off.

The moment your chest is exposed to him, Robert wastes no time wrapping his mouth around as much of your breast as he could. The knife clatters to the floor as he tosses it behind him with a groan, his hand now free to pinch the other side. You keen for him, and your moans are everything he’s ever dreamed about; his tongue is just as unforgiving on your chest as it was in your mouth, it moves in rough, passionate swipes around your nipple. His hand pinches your bud, massaging the supple flesh eagerly. Your body writhes underneath him as you moan, your head tips back on to the pillows as he switches between your tits, his saliva coating his chin and the heated skin of your chest. “Oh, my God, Bobby, yes!”

He smirks proudly, his ego inflating with each praise you sing for him. A rough calloused hand dips down to the apex of your thighs to pet the damp spot on your shorts. When his digits feel the wetness there, he can’t help but moan happily. You were drenched.

“Aw, Princess, you’re soaked,” he taunted, “such a needy fucking cunt, just beggin’ for me to play with her, ain’t she?” He chuckled darkly when you nodded and thrust into his hand. His eyes stayed glued to yours, his gaze darkening with lust, his pupils blown wide. “How many months, Princess?”

“Seven…” You whisper, your chest heaving with excitement.

“Seven,” he confirmed and pulled your shorts and panties down in one harsh movement, the cool air hitting your core made you shiver once more. He placed his jean clad thigh between yours, his hand pushing your thigh out to expose you to him, he squeezes the flesh there, silently telling you to keep it open for him. Once he was in position, he gripped your jaw to make you meet his eyes again. “Seven.”

Suddenly, his hand came cracking down on your exposed pussy. You wailed at the shocks of pain that shot through you, they quickly fizzled into pleasure as he pet your folds to calm the sting briefly before he slapped your pussy again with a growl. The sting was excruciating but exquisite at the same time, you were a mess beneath him, babbling his name and curses as he spanked you seven times. Robert’s palm was coated in a layer of your juices, your puffy little folds were red from his slaps, a pool of your arousal was gathering beneath you on the bed. He couldn’t stand to wait anymore.

“Such a good girl, took it like I knew you would, knew you’d fucking love it, God, you’re such a dirty little slut,” he mumbled quickly as he tore his shirt over his head, his eyes locked on your form; hands above your head, leaving you helpless and vulnerable, your face blissed out, your legs spread and waiting for him— he wanted to remember this moment forever.

“Bobbyyyy,” you whined for him, writhing and pulling at the ropes again, your bottom lip jutting out. He smirked and undid his belt and fly as quickly as he possibly could with fumbling hands.

“I said maybe, Princess, never said I’d untie you,” he says gruffly and pushes his pants and boxers off to the floor.

You catch a glimpse of his cock in all its uncut glory. He’s a monster; thick and long. There was no way that you wouldn’t feel him for days after, even if he was gentle with you. But knowing Bobby, he wasn’t going to be gentle. It had you drooling with need, you like your lips without a second thought. His dark laugh pulls your eyes back to his face as he wraps a large hand around his base to stroke himself. “I’ll fuck that sweet mouth of yours after, been dreaming of fucking your little pussy until you’re crying and begging me to stop…”

“Mmm but you won’t stop, will you, Bobby?” You grin seductively up at him, his cock flexing at your words.

“Not a fucking chance,” he growls and speeds his hand up. He settles between your legs, your thighs spread so wide that the stretch almost hurts. You welcome it, you want it to hurt, you want to remember everything he gave you.

He rubs his length through your soft folds, coating himself in your slick. Your head lifts from the pillows to watch him rub against you, you mewl when his tip catches at your entrance. A strong hand roughly grabs your jaw again, forcing you too look up into his icy blue eyes, his stare cold, and for a moment you want to giggle. This is why they call him Mr. Freezy.

“Fucking look at me, I want to see your face when I split you open,” he grits through his teeth. You nod, licking your lips before he snaps his hips forwards. You let out a shriek, your eyes rolling back in your head, as you arch your back to cling to him. God, you’d kill to have your hands untied.

Robert waits a moment, moaning with you and relishing the feeling of your hot snatch welcoming him home. He feels that anger creeping back, he can’t believe you denied him heaven for so long. He smashes his lips against yours again then sets a brutal pace, every fiber in his being telling him to pound you into the mattress until you’re sobbing. So that’s what he does.

“Seven months, seven fucking months, Princess,” he pants out in a gravelly voice, his hands paw at your flesh, roaming from place to place, pinching and groping to his heart’s content, “coulda been fucking you silly all this time, instead of watching you, God, I had to watch you touch yourself, touch what’s mine, what should have been mine the moment I fucking saw you!”

He was pounding into you violently now, the whole bed frame shaking and slamming into the walls in time with his thrusts. With your hands bound above your head, you can do nothing but take it, and you love it. Your mind shutting down as he continues his vicious pace, all you can do it moan for him. He growls when he feels your pussy begin to flutter around him, and in one fluid motion, he brings his hands to your thighs and spreads you even further, his hips driving forward to push even deeper into you.

“O-Oh, fuck! Daddy!” You scream in a wavering voice, your eyes widening in shock; no one has ever been that deep before, he was touching places you never knew you had.

The moment the title rolled off your tongue, Bobby was a goner. There was no way in hell he was ever going to let you go now. Not when you’re so perfect. Not a chance. He lets out his own shaky moan before curling over you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck. Grunt after grunt falls from his lips, your melodic moans fill his ear, he could hear you gasping for breath after each thrust he gives you, his tip rubbing that special spot inside of you that had you nearly sobbing.

“Please, Daddy, please!” You beg, your fists shaking with need, your head leaning against his in a bid to hold him to you with your hands bound. One huge hand leaves your aching thighs to find you clit. Once he felt that little swollen button, he drew circles nearly as rough as his thrusts. He couldn’t help but growl when you velvety snatch clamped down even tighter like a wet fucking fist around him. He brought his lips to your ear to whisper to you.

“Pussy doesn’t want me to leave, does she? Just wants me to stay inside forever, wants me to fucking fill her up, cum so deep inside her that you can never get rid of me… God, you’re so fucking good, Princess, so fucking good, m’gonna give you what you need, and you’re gonna fucking take it, do you hear me?” He tells you, his own high creeping up on him, his balls full and heavy.

You nod and whimper, “yes, Bobby! I’ll take it, please gimme it, Daddy, want it, want it bad!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, take it, you greedy bitch,” he whispers breathlessly, his own mind beginning to get lost in the never ending waves of pleasure. His hand strumming your clit in sloppy patterns, his excitement getting to him. The pit in the base of your tummy pulls tighter and tighter until you can’t take it anymore, you shatter completely. Your back arches dramatically as you cum, your body thrashing against the rope, you see star erupt behind your shut eyes, your thighs shake and tremble around his waist.

The moment you cum, Robert lifts his head to watch you fall over the edge. If he thought you were beautiful before, then you were ethereal when you came on his cock. Watching you fall apart proved to be too much for him to handle, he follows you over the edge nearly immediately. His back arching as well, giving you the perfect view of his face, his skin was dewey with sweat, his glasses had been lost at some point, his eyes crossed ever so slightly before shutting completely, his jaw hung open slack as he let out a long, wavering moan. His hands claw at your skin to pull you closer, closer, closer, he loved how your supple body bent to his will, your hips grind against his to milk your highs for all their worth.

The waves of pleasure slowly but surely began to subside, exhaustion took over Robert. His arms gave out and he opted to rest on top of you, his large shoulders heaving to catch his breath. You loved feeling him on top of you, your chests rising and falling in sync as you bask in the afterglow. His rough hands slide over the scratches and claw marks he left behind slowly, massaging the welts that wanted to form for a brief moment before lifting his head up. He wastes no time again in smashing his lips to yours, he’s still forceful but he moves much slower, tiredness taking hold. The kisses are sloppy and spit-filled, just how you like it. The air was once again stolen from your lungs as he kissed you; but he was more than just kissing you, he was owning you, reaffirming to both of you that you belong to him now.

“Bobby, please,” you mumbled against his lips, it was a soft plea that he listened to. Without moving his lips, he untied your hands from the bed post. A soft sigh fluttered against your skin when you were finally able to cradle his face, pulling him even deeper into the kisses if possible. You push a hand through his hair, your nails gently scraping his scalp. Robert can’t help but wonder what those nails would feel like leaving gouges on his back, the thought had his cock twitching, still rock hard inside of you. A small moan of surprise broke your lips from his when he started to rock into you again. You look up at him with doe eyes, shocked to feel him pulsing with need inside your abused cunt. He couldn’t help but smirk and chuckle.

“Oh, Princess, I’m nowhere near done with you just yet,” he growled proudly and slammed into your g spot once more, your nails digging into the meaty curve of his shoulder, his pace slower but still hard. Looking over his shoulder to check the clock, he sees it’s a little past 1:00. With a grin, he turns back to you. “Well, would you look at that. It’s Christmas,” he mouths at the sensitive skin below your ear, sucking deep marks into your skin—another way of claiming you, “the season of giving,” he moans when you move your hips in time with his, “let’s see how many more you can give me before the sun comes up.”

Tag list: @drabblewithfrannybarnes @navybrat817-shares @stargazingfangirl18 @nocturne-pisces @wakingbeauty @sparkledfirecracker @slothspaghettiwrites @tumblin-theworldaway @starksbabie @runawayolives @hawsx3 @purple-babygirl

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foxgloveprincess · 2 years

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This masterlist includes works featured in challenges, requests, and other miscellany where characters do not have a masterlist of their own—yet. Other characters I would consider writing for: other MCU heroes, Chase Collins, Lance Tucker, Charles Blackwood, Bryce Langley. List may be subject to change.

Writing In The Dark Bingo

Challenge Summary: The stories written for Writing in the Dark Bingo. Includes drabbles featuring Thor, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen, Lance Tucker, Ransom Drysdale, Bruce Banner, and Sam Wilson. Heed the warnings. (Dark, Smut)

Attic Wives Anonymous

Series Summary: Welcome to Attic Wives Anonymous! A social club with monthly meetings for likeminded individuals who understand how to kidnap an unsuspecting person truly take care of the one they love. Offered to members is a community, partnership, and protection from outsiders who might expose them as criminals cause distress in such delicate situations. Join our next meeting and unlock the potential for your never-ending horror love story. (Dark, Smut)

An Exploration of Comfort

Series Summary: A series of blurbs/drabbles exploring the various ways we can find comfort with the ones we love. Includes drabbles featuring Phil Coulson, Lee Bodecker, Jake Jensen, Eddie Munson, Jefferson, Thomas Sharpe, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers.

The Undone and the Divine

Series Summary: Tales from a world crawling with old gods. Heed the warnings. (Dark, Smut)

Justin Capshaw Blurbs [Justin Capshaw x Mommy Domme x Female Reader, Smut]

Series Summary: A peek into the life of a Mommy, her puppy, and their babygirl.

Bare It All [Johnny Storm x Female Reader]

Summary: There are just some things you don’t expect to see when you step out of your shower.

Deliver Me [Wanda Maximoff x Vision x Reader, Dark]

Summary: Driving home after an evening away from your wife doesn’t go quite as planned. But Wanda’s prepared for anything.

Don’t Let Go [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]

Summary: Your days in high school were unforgettable thanks to Eddie Munson’s playful idea of teasing.

Let’s Be Honest [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]

Summary: Sequel to Don’t Let Go. It’s time to get reacquainted with Eddie. Honesty is the best policy, right?

Wanting More [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]

Summary: Part Three for Don’t Let Go and Let’s Be Honest. With a reignited friendship with Eddie, you couldn’t ask for anything more—or maybe you could.

Soft!Mr. Freezy Headcanon (Mr. Freezy x Reader)

Bruce at a Party Headcanon/Blurb (Bruce Banner x Reader)

#miscellaneous masterlist #miscellaneous drabbles #miscellaneous blurbs #masterlist #18+#minors dni

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Sweet Cherry Pops, Prologue

Summary: Cherry is there for you when Robert is away

Pairings: Destroyer!Chris “Cherry” X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: mentions of a threesome, language, mentions of depressions, mentions of not bonding with an unborn child, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.9K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Cherry peeks his head into your bedroom to see you sitting at the window. Your hand cradling your bump while you looked outside. Before, Robert had locked you in the house because he didn’t trust you, but now you choose to stay in on your own. You take a second to glance back at him, giving him a pained smile, before you stare blankly outside again.

Cherry walks over to you slowly, sitting down on the bench, while his silvery blue eyes try to get your attention, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You’re pregnant, you’re missing Freezy, and you’re becoming depressed,” you grimace shaking your head no, but now he had your attention. “You can’t just stay here all day.”

“What’s there to do outside?”

“Anything, but sitting here. Come on,” he reaches for your hand, but you shake him away. Instead his hand goes to your bump, and he presses down on the swell.

Things had been weird with Cherry since your moment. A moment that you couldn’t forget. It wasn’t even that you felt guilty for doing it. There was video evidence of you with another man while Robert was in prison. It was the fact that you liked it. You liked Cherry being here too much. Where Robert was loud and in your face, Cherry had a calm softness to him, but still so filthy.

“What are you doing?” You ask him as his hand roams around your belly.

“Looking for her.”

“Cherry,” you groan, leaning your head back.

“What?” He glares at you, but still his hand moves around. “Someone’s got to touch her. I know you want this baby, but you’re refusing to let yourself be connected with her. Don’t feel guilty. Robert will get out, and you need to have a bond with his daughter.”

You hold your head back straight, watching Cherry determined to find your unnamed baby. He was staring so sweetly, but he wasn’t trying hard. He wanted you to show him where she was. You sigh, moving his hand over to where she was located, in fact she was kicking on your rib cage. “She’s acting like her father.”

“Don’t I know,” you wince out. Your daughter being a bit abusive already. “I don’t know what we’re gonna do with her if she comes out acting like him. You think he wants her?”

“I don’t think,” his hand moves from your belly to cupping your cheek, and you take a deliberate breath. It was that tingly feeling you felt when it was just you and him. But you missed Robert, and you try to push that warm glow coming from him away. “I know for a fact he wants her. I make sure he gets the ultrasound photos, and the updates. He’s coming home.”

“This is all my fault,” Cherry’s thumb rubs under your eye, wiping off a stray tear. “If it wasn’t for me…”

“If it wasn’t for Paul. He’s the one that got you in this mess. And then — you fell,” Cherry removes his hand off your face, and stands up. His long fingers brush his pants down, and he holds a hand out to you, “Let’s go for a walk.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Baby Girl, if you stay here, I will have you like I did a few days ago,” biting your tongue you quickly look out the window. “Fine, ignore it. Ignore what’s happening here.”

“I love Robert!” You turn back to him. While your face turns up in anger, your voice is soft, and lacks conviction.

“Didn’t say you didn’t.”

“And I feel like we betrayed him.”

“Exactly. We. And let’s not kid ourselves, when Robert left me to take care of you and her, he knew this would happen. He knows how fucking horny we are. It’s not like we hadn’t fucked before.”

“He was always present though! Somehow that makes this feel worse,” Cherry’s head moves back and forth, and he starts to walk away. “Cherry. Chris!” He stops, but keeps his back to you. “I love him.”

“I get it. You don’t have room to love someone else,” he continues to walk out your bedroom, and you pout. Ever since that time with Cherry, you have thought about it. Things changed in that moment, and it was the heat of the moment. Now you were left with too many scenarios of Robert leaving you, and that couldn’t happen.

But every time he walked away from you, you felt empty. While your feelings were conflicting, you felt more at ease with Cherry present. And Cherry was becoming very in tune with your body. It was like he knew what you needed before you ever did.

Things hadn’t been easy since coming into Robert’s life. Letting a web of lies and deception turn into something beautiful, and in a weird raunchy way, pure. Cherry was the heart of that, and you just couldn’t let him go.

Cherry lies awake in his bed. He was upstairs, and far away from yours and Robert’s room. He wasn’t sure what he wanted. He knew he had strong feelings for you, and since that time of just you and him, he couldn’t get it off his mind. It was a raw and heated moment, but there was a desperate need to try it again, but take his time. Let him explore your changing body.

He grunts knowing that it most likely wouldn’t happen. You were stubborn, but also right. It felt wrong betraying Robert like that. He looks over towards his door when he hears a familiar squeak. Your head peeks in through his door, and you give him a soft smile, “Cherry, I can’t sleep.”

“Come here,” he opens his blanket, and lets you crawl in. Your swollen belly bumps on his hard abs, and Cherry looks down at your belly, letting his fingers rub over your engorged stomach. You pet your hand over his face, and give him a cheeky grin, “What?”

“Robert will be gone for a while.”

“I know.”

“We’ve had sex before,” he whispers out I know again. You can’t believe you were even entertaining this idea. It was absurd, but you also didn’t feel too guilty about it. “What if…I don’t know, maybe you and I…”

“If you want us to do anything, you better be able to ask me.”

“I just don’t want to be growing this little girl alone. We don’t have to have sex,” he stifles out a laugh, and nods his head, “But I’m not saying we can’t either. I want things to be organic.”

“And when Robert returns?” He doesn’t know what he would like to hear from you. On the one hand he mostly would be invited back into your bed. Since the two of them had destroyed you, there were a few times that Cherry wasn’t there. He had become a part of your unit, in a way.

“Then we go back to how they were,” Cherry nods his head. It was better than nothing. He would still get to bask in your glory. But would it ever be enough? Just your cunt and not your heart. “And maybe keep this a secret from Robert?”

“Okay,” he responds, closing his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m tired.”

“And I’m horny.”

“Then I suggest you crawl on top of me, Baby Girl. I’m not doing anything, and this sweet girl always seems to get in the way,” his hand moves to your belly, and your eyes flutter close. You don’t know why, but there was something so comforting and loving with the way he rubbed over your daughter’s current resting place. “What are you going to name her?”

“What do you think? I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Not thought…your mama is mean,” he playfully talks to your belly. “Since she hasn’t thought about it, what about Sundae? Like the dessert.”

“She’d have a name that incorporates you and Robert,” god you were beautiful when you smiled. He had never had the privilege of seeing your eyes well up with tears, feeling overjoyed in that moment. It was one of the more simpler things about Cherry. A calmness that Robert very rarely possessed. “I love it. Miss Sundae Pronge, I think that your…that your sweet Cherry Pop has given you the perfect name.”

You gulp as you look at him. His eyes close slowly, and he lets you think for a moment. Your close proximity was not making things easy on you. Wanting to be loyal to Robert, when every part of you was screaming that Cherry was here, too. You didn’t think that loving two people was possible, so you decided on loving Robert. Denying any feelings you were developing for Cherry, because it just wasn’t possible.

Cherry picks up your whimpering little girl out of her bassinet. Laying her body on his bare chest. He was always topless now. Sundae loved skin on skin with him, and it was another thing that made you feel guilty concerning Robert. Cherry was getting all these bonding moments with Sundae when it should be her father.

But even you couldn’t deny how adorable the two looked together. He never hesitated to help you with Sundae, and you felt your heart breaking in pieces each time. There was no way you could love two people. And the thought of bringing that up to Robert, and being honest with him, terrified you.

You had to suppress those feelings, no matter how adorable that man looked smiling down at your daughter. It didn’t matter that seeing him walk around topless had you ready to drop to your knees, and beg him to have his way with you. Cherry was always attractive, but holding a baby, he became downright perfect. It was frustrating.

Cherry loved these moments. He couldn’t get enough of the perfect angel, and he couldn’t ever remember wanting kids, but Sundae was amazing. The sweetest little sleeping beauty that he had ever seen. She was the most comfortable snuggled up on his chest. He had told himself that he would let you navigate whatever was going on between the two of you, and yet you never did.

You had offered him the excuse of needing to talk to Robert, to which he assumed you were just avoiding the situation all together. So instead, he becomes the uncle and father figure that Sundae needed right now, until Robert could come home. And when he did, he had to get out of here. Had to meet new people, because he didn’t know if he could just have sex with you. Share you with Robert with no feelings involved, because there were too many now. Cherry loved you, and you didn’t reciprocate that. He couldn’t handle seeing you with Robert, and just using him for fun.

He’d be here for however long you needed him for Sundae, but he had to pull away. He was only fooling himself for thinking that this could ever work out. Sundae opens her mouth up wide in a yawn, and he had never seen something more adorable. She was beautiful just like you, but he had to remind himself that she wasn’t his, and he was certain that when Robert came home, even his relationship with this little angel was going to change. He was going to be heartbroken in so many directions. And he didn’t know if he could ever have someone that could compare to you.

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#sweet cherry pops #destroyer!chris #destroyer!chris x reader #destroyer!chris x fem!reader #destroyer!chris x y/n #destroyer!chris x you #destroyer movie #mr. freezy #mr. freezy x reader #sebastian stan #chris evans

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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A Plaything for Him to Use

Kinktober 2022 - Day 12

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

Kink: Anal

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Robert only took you for his pleasure but something about you makes him start to let down his walls and maybe... care for you?

Warnings: non-con (at first), explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, anal sex, anal fingering, creampie, choking, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, crying, rough sex), mean!Robert, loss of anal virginity, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome (loving your captor), slight violence

a/n: Here is Day 12 of Kinktober! I hope you enjoy this dark piece of fanfiction!

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You whimpered as you heard the door unlock from upstairs and you hid your head in your hands. You heard his heavy footsteps come down the stairs and you looked up as he hit the concrete floor. He walked over to you with a dark smirk on his face and he crouched in front of you and he cupped your face with one hand.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Robert smirked and he pressed a dirty kiss to your lips. You whimpered against his lips and you tried to pull away but he growled before he slapped you hard. “Bad fucking girl. You know that you will take whatever I give you.” He growled as he slapped your cheek again when you whimpered.

“P-please, d-d-don’t do t-t-this.” You cried softly as you covered your face, he laughed at you before wrapping his hand around your throat and pulled you up to him.

“What the fuck did I just say?” He asked as he squeezed your neck tight, making you gag. “You will fucking take what I give you.” He growled and he picked you up before laying you down on the cot. You whimpered before he flipped you over on the cot and yanked your panties off of you. He tore through the flimsy cotton of your panties and he smirked at your bare pussy and ass, before he spread your asscheeks to gaze at your puckered little hole. “Mm, look at that. Your tight little hole just looks like it’s ready to be ruined.”

You whimpered as you heard him and you shook your head. “Please- ahh!”

He spanked your ass hard, “You’re such a bad fucking girl. I’m gonna ruin this hole and maybe if I fuck you hard enough, it’ll knock the brat out of you.” He growled before he spanked you again and again on both cheeks. “But first, you get ten spanks on each cheek for being disobedient and you’re going to count.” He smirked before he started on your spanks.

He spanked your right cheek once, “O-one!” You cried out as he spanked you again, “T-two!”

You were sobbing when he finished dealing out your punishment and you gripped the thin blanket in front of you and Robert smirked before giving you a spank to your pussy. You jumped with his hit to your cunt and you slumped against the bed.

“That’s daddy’s good little slut. Taking what he gave you like a good girl. Now, are you going to be good while daddy ruins you or is daddy going to have to punish you again?” He asked as he rubbed up your back and squeezed your side softly, making you squeak as you looked over your shoulder.

“I-I’ll be good, d-d-daddy. I p-promise.” You whimpered softly as you laid your head on the pillow away from him, but he pulled you up into his arms.

“Don’t be like that, sweet pea. You know daddy is going to take good care of you.” He whispered to you and he kissed your cheek softly before his hands moved to your ass. “Let daddy ruin your little hole.” He smirked as he manhandled you onto your hands and knees and had your ass presented up for him. He pulled out a bottle of lube from his jacket pocket and he lubed up his one finger before pressing it to your tight hole. He slowly let it slide into your ass as he pressed small kisses to your back with a soft smile.

“A-ah, daddy.” You whined and gripped the sheets in front of you as he curled his finger up in your hole, making you cry softly as tears filled your eyes.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart. Can’t wait to feel your little hole wrapped around my cock. Bet it’s tighter than your sweet snatch.” He smirked as your hole clenched around his finger at his dirty words and you threw your head back with a soft moan. He bit his lip before lubing up a second finger and he slid a second finger into your ass. You cried out as his fingers stretched your hole and you hid your face into the pillow and he kissed your neck softly.

“D-daddy, h-hurts.” You whimpered as you gripped the sheet tight in your hands.

He shushed you and rubbed your back softly, “You can take. You will take it, sweet girl.” He whispered in your ear as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of your ass. He curled them up to massage your tight walls before he pulled them out to watch your slight gaping hole, making him growl at the glimpse of your inner hole. “Mm, you’re so fucking hot, sweetheart.” He groaned before he stripped off his shirt to have his upper body bare. He smirked at you as he took out his throbbing and leaking cock and stroked himself slowly as he watched your twitching hole.

You looked over your shoulder at his cock and you whined at the size of him so thick and hard. He might be your capture but fuck was he hot and even if he smacks you around, he was still soft to you and almost kind. His cock always made you drool with how thick and long he was and you hated yourself for it but god, if it didn’t make you soaked.

He smirked at your face as your eyes were locked onto his cock while your thighs clenched. “You like what you see, babygirl?” He asked as he rubbed your ass gently.

You bit your lip and nodded softly, “Yes, daddy. I w-want your cock.” You whispered as you blushed at your words and Robert’s smirk got wider at your confession and he leaned down to kiss your lips passionately.

You squeaked in surprise at his kiss but you melted into it, smiling against his lips as his hands wrapped around your hips softly. “Such a sweet girl. You’re so good for your daddy.” He smirked and he kissed your lips again. He pulled away to grab the lube and lubed up his cock before slowly sliding it into your ass and he kissed your forehead. You cried out as you felt his thick cock splitting open your ass and he smirked against your head as you cried.

“Daddy, o-oh, it h-hurts. M’too t-tight.” You whimpered softly and he chuckled darkly as he trailed his hand up your chest to wrap around your throat and pulled you up against his chest, making your ass take all of his cock at once.

“You can take it. I know you can and if you can’t I’ll make you take it.” He growled into your ear as he spanked your ass again, making you whimper. “Come on, show daddy that you can be a good girl.” He smirked as he nipped on your jaw as he squeezed your throat before starting to move his hips back and forth.

His lubed up cock moved in and out of your gaping hole making a squelching noise as he picked up the pace a bit. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your thighs started shaking as his thick cock dragged against your walls. He kissed on the back of your neck as he continued to squeeze your throat as he moved faster in and out of you. He grunted and groaned in your ear as your walls clenched and throbbed around his cock and he felt his impending orgasm building. Fuck, he shouldn’t want you to cum first or at all since you’re just his toy but somewhere deep inside of him, he wanted to make you satisfied and happy. So, maybe he’ll delve into his desires a bit.

He moved his free hand down to rub your clit fast and hard as his hips picked up the pace, practically pounding into your poor gaping ass. You cried out and arched your back and he spanked your clit which tipped you over the edge and you came, clenching around his cock as your pussy squirted all over his hand, making him smirk. He spanked your cunt as he helped you through your orgasm and he growled out your name before cumming deep in your ass.

“Good fucking girl. Such a good girl for your daddy. Fucking hell, love your tight ass so much. Always taking what daddy gives you like the good girl you are.” He growled in your ear as he laid on the cot with you and held you close to his chest. Your back was pressed up against him as he covered you two with the sheet and he nuzzled into your hair.

You were just supposed to be a plaything but having you so compliant and sweet on him, he was screwed because a part of him knew he needed you just as much as you needed him.

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School Days AU, The Professors, Chapter 6

Word Count: 7.2k

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

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

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

What if she rejected him?

“What are you looking at?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing here?”

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

“Shit, it’s bright.”

“Are you drunk, Professor Hiddleston?”

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

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

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

She had cried over him last night.

“Mate…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tom?”

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

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

“Thank you, omega…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can call me Sebastian, Ala-“

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

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

“Yeah…”

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

It had hurt his pride.

Genuinely, it had.

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

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

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

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

“With?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

“Assholes.”

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

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

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

“If I’m paired with her I can.”

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

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

“Me too, Stan.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re my professor.”

“And you’re my mate.”

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

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

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

Sebastian frowned, “that’s impossible-“

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

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

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

“S-so what are you going to do?”

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

“Ala-“

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

“Because you don’t trust me.”

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

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

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

“What frat?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s it to-“

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

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

“Clear out.”

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

“You Bobby?”

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

“Tell him I’m here to talk to him.”

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

“I’m not harassin-“

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

“Yes daddy!” she giggled sweetly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, then you know my situation.”

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

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

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

“I’m not backing down, Curtis.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good evening…”

“Hey…”

“You uh…you’re Chris’ omega?”

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

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

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

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

“I-uh…I’m nineteen.”

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

“I-I don’t have a car.”

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

“Natasha doesn’t like alcohol.”

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

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

“Do you want to drink?”

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

“I-I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a girl, right?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She frowned, “a rival frat?”

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

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

“LUCY I’M HOME!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kids a Rho…belongs to your frat.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t want to wait though.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah…of course, omega!”

Chapter 7

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Tainted (Chapter 4)

Follow up to: Pretty Girl, Dollface, Honey

Summary: This is a flashback. The Freezy and Lee issue will be explained, along with Bucky and Lee fighting. Plenty of guest stars popping in.

Warnings: THIS IS A DARK STORY. If anything dark triggers you, stay away. Smut, dub-con, death of a past character, guns and fighting, misogyny

Two years ago

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What a fucking day, Robert Pronge, aka Mr. Freezy to the neighborhood, thought to himself as he pulled his pack of smokes from his shirt pocket. The job had taken longer than he had intended, making him cancel his plans for the evening, which he had been looking forward to all week. Instead, that fucker Kemp got to have all the fun this time, again, for the third week in a row. If he didn’t get a release soon, someone was going to have to pay.

Lost in his thoughts and frustration at not being able to find his lighter, he almost didn’t see her in the middle of the road until it was too late. As he looked up after finally lighting his smoke, he slammed on the brakes and swerved the ice cream truck to the right to avoid hitting her.

“What the fuck are you doing, you dumb fucking bitch!” he screamed as he stepped out of his truck, pissed that he almost destroyed it because her dumbass was standing in the middle of the fucking road. He ripped off his sunglasses and stalked up to the girl who was so dazed and scared, she wouldn’t even look at him.

“I asked you a fucking question, are you fucking brain dead? Hello, what the fuck are you doing you dumb slut?” he screamed directly in her face. She dropped her eyes, not willing to look at him, shaking from fear. Fed the fuck up, Freezy slapped her trying to get any reaction or response from her.

“Please don’t make me go back,” she whispered, holding her cheek. “Master is mad at me, Master will hurt me. Sir tries to stop him, to keep him under control, but Sir left me alone with him today,” she continued, still never looking at Freezy. She continued to stare at the ground, tears running freely, blabbering about sir and master.

Freezy couldn’t believe his good fortune. Finally something was going his way. He needed his release and out walked the deer. He smiled, purely predatory, and put his arms around her shoulders to pull her into a false sense of comfort.

“It’s okay, I’m Bobby. I’m the ice cream man. Let’s go to my truck, we’ll get you some help,” he said softly as he steered her towards his truck. It reminded him of leading cattle to slaughter, and he was more than ready for it.

When she was finally in the truck, she looked up at him for the first time. Her large eyes shone with unshed tears of relief, thinking this man to be her savior. Sir would be sad without her, but Master had hurt her and she couldn’t take any more hurt.

Freezy pulled into his driveway, throwing the truck in park. He moved from the front to the back, grabbed the girl, and slid the door open, leading her through the garage to the house. He could hear Kemp blasting the shitty 80’s music he always preferred when he was playing. It drove Freezy insane as he preferred to hear the screams of his toys.

He led the girl downstairs and steered her to the door on the right. Opening the door, he led her into his play room, guiding her to the bed. Once seated, he cuffed her ankle to the floor lock, then pulled up a chair across from her.

“Well, looks like you’re all mine now, puppy. I even have a collar I’ve been saving for just the right one.” He stood and walked to the closet, returning with a small velvet box. Normally, he would play until he got bored. Then he would dispose of his toy.

She was different. Her eyes were appreciative. Her full lips were meant to be wrapped around his cock. He was already rock hard and leaking just from the thought of her gagging, choking, see the bulge in her throat as he fucked her senseless. He groaned in anticipation, completely blown away by his luck.

“I bought this and have been saving it for the right slut. You walking onto my street and right in front of my truck is more than a coincidence. You’re meant to be mine, puppy. Will you be a good puppy and wear your collar?” he asked, opening the velvet box and presenting its contents to her.

She reached out to touch the collar, mesmerized by the jewels. The collar had emeralds lining the top and bottom of it, the middle paved with diamonds, sapphires spelling the name Freezy. She looked up at him, her protector, adoration and relief in her eyes. Sir had been nice and loved her. But Master wasn’t nice, Master wanted to hurt her.

“Are you going to hurt me, Bobby? If I wear your collar, will you hurt me?” she asked quietly, staring into his deep blue eyes, noticing for the first time how beautiful the color was.

“I won’t kill you or hurt you for fun. I will teach you pleasure, will show you how pain leads to or enhances certain feelings”, Freezy responded, admiring the way his collar looked on her. She was different from the others, Bobby didn’t know what it was, but she looked at him as if he hung the moon. No one had ever looked at him like that. He was used to the looks of contempt, of disgust from the female persuasion, but this look is something brand new, and he wanted to keep it as long as it lasted. Maybe she wasn’t just a stupid cunt after all.

“I know I’m not much to look at, but…”

“Bobby, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen or met…your eyes make me never want to sleep again. Your hair, I just want to run my fingers through it all day, I want you to relax, I want to be here to make you happy”, she responded, her fingers grazing over his cheeks and down his neck.

Freezy shuddered at the feel of her soft skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he was touched without someone trying to murder him. He looked up at her, eyes meeting a deep pool of admiration and want. He’d never experienced this before, someone so soft and caring. Maybe he would break her down, or learn to accept softness.

“Come here, puppy.” She strolled over and sat at his feet, looking up at him with her doe eyes. He looked deep into her eyes while deciding what to do first. He was hard as fuck, but did he want her mouth or her pussy? Maybe her asshole. No, he would work her up to that.

“Open your fucking mouth”, he said while unbuckling his belt. He pulled his pants down, along with his boxers, his cock springing up with a thud against his abdomen. Her eyes grew, her mouth watering just at the sight of him. She reached out to grab him, but was shocked when she received a slap across her cheek.

“You do not get to touch me until I tell you to. You don’t get to pleasure me unless I give you permission. Do you understand, puppy? You’re mine, my dirty little whore, and you will listen”, he demanded, his voice a low growl. She felt herself grow so fucking wet, she had to clench her thighs together.

“Now, open your fucking whore mouth,” Freezy demanded, his voice still low and dangerous. She opened immediately, her eyes blown, her slick sliding down her thighs. He grabbed his cock, pumping a few times even though he was rock hard. He slapped the head of his dick on her tongue, moaning with every touch.

“Fuck, I can fucking smell you from here. Do you like being my little whore, puppy? Does it excite you? Is your cunt throbbing for me, your clit needing a few good flicks?” he asked as he slid his dick down her throat. He didn’t stop to allow her to breathe, pushing all the way down the back of her throat. He kept a fist in her hair, pushing her head down, absolutely mesmerized by her tears, the gagging, the drool and precum dripping out of her mouth. He knew this wouldn’t last long, he could already feel his balls tightening with each lick. He continued mouth fucking her until he came, his cock fully sheathed in her throat, causing a bulge where his dick was.

“Fuck puppy, I don’t think I have ever cum so hard. Ever. Your mouth is amazing. Now, open and let me see my cum.”

She opened her mouth, showing him his release, waiting for his next command.

“Swallow it, whore,” he demanded, his eyes taking in every movement of your throat. He groaned at the sight, his cock somehow rock hard once again. “Puppy, I need that cunt right now. Take off your clothes,” Freezy commanded.

She removed every piece, never breaking eye contact with Freezy. She watched him stroke his already hard again cock, waiting for his next command. Freezy didn’t say a word, just pushed her down, her back on the floor. He grabbed his dick, rubbing the head through the wetness. She made a moan so pornographic, Freezy almost came right then. He pulled back and sunk his cock into her in one stroke causing himself and her to breathe heavily. He gave her a few seconds to adjust before grabbing her hips so ferociously, he knew it would bruise. He started fucking her hard and fast, moving his fingers up to her mouth.

“Open”, he demanded, completely enthralled with her fucked our expression. This bitch was going to be the end of him. She opened immediately and he shoved two fingers in. She closed her mouth, suckling his fingers just as she did his cock. He removed his spit coated fingers, dragging them down her body, pinching her nipples, then landing on her clit. He languidly started rubbing her clit, taking his time, alternating pressure and speed.

“I feel you getting close, puppy. Don’t you dare cum until I let you. I will punish you if you do,” he warned, a sinister edge to his voice. He kept pushing her towards the brink, reeling her back in at the last minute. He relished her tears, the feeling of her pussy, as if it were made and molded just for him. He started getting closer to his own release, feeling the familiar sensation creep in. This whore, HIS whore, his pussy could make the blind see, the mute speak, on and on.

“Cum”, he finally commanded, needing to feel her cum all over his cock before he could allow himself release. He felt her legs start shaking, her head fell back in complete ecstasy, a moan leaving her lips that he had never heard the likes of before. It was enough to send him over the edge, his hips stuttering as he felt his pussy flex and release. He rested his head on her forehead, both attempting to catch their breath. His little movements caused a second orgasm, never fully recovered from the first.

“Good fucking girl, puppy. You were such a good fucking girl,” he said between pants. She looked so dazed, her eyes completely unfocused, her hand in his hair. She finally regained her senses, staring Freezy deeply in the eyes.

“Bobby, I have never felt so amazing before”, she said, placing small, gentle kisses on his neck and face. He looked up at her, the sentiment returned although he couldn’t say the words, not just yet. He whimpered as he pulled out of her, replacing his cock with his fingers.

“I want you full of my cum all the time. If any falls out, you will clean the mess. Do you understand, puppy?” he stated, not so much a question as a statement.

“Yes, Bobby. I understand,” she replied. She clenched her thighs together, trying to keep every last drop of him in. He removed his fingers and brought them up to her mouth to clean. He groaned as she kept direct eye contact with him, licking both him and her off his fingers.

“Good fucking whore, my whore, my puppy,” he said. His hooded eyes closed, drawing her close to him. She curled up to him instinctively. He fell asleep so quickly, he wasn’t sure if he was actually dreaming.

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Six months after she met Freezy, the neighborhood held its bi annual barbecue. All of the men would come together, putting aside all issues, to show off their new toys/pets/sluts, all depending on who was speaking.

Ari typically ran the barbecue, his fuck doll bringing him all of the meats, sauces, utensils, scotch on the rocks, her tits or ass. He wasn’t picky.

This was a first for Freezy, so he was excited to show off his puppy. He had spent 6 months buried in her cunt, eating her out, fingerfucking her, taking her through any one of her holes. She was such a happy and obedient puppy. She washed his hair, her favorite was to brush it for him. The way she called him Bobby, the way her collar never came off unless for a cleaning. He put his puppy on a leash, the rest of her completely naked. He finally had someone to brag about. His puppy was the best.

Jake and Colin sat on a couch set around a fire pit. They were the most considerate to their women. These were their wives. It had taken a while to break them down, both had been full of passion and fight. After about three weeks of lessons, they finally understood what their husbands wanted. So, they did everything. The only rule was Jake and Colin always got what they wanted. Their wives were never allowed to deny them anything. The first time they did, Jake fucked his wifes virgin asshole ferociously in front of the neighbors. Colin mouth fucked his wife until she passed out. Then he woke her up and started again. But the wives learned. They haven’t denied their husbands since then.

Ari considered his slave a cumbucket: she would do whatever, whenever, get any thing Ari asked for, made sure he always had a full drink. If his drink ran out, Ari’s slave would have to perform any embarrassing and usually vile thing Ari requested. Ransom and Rogers whores were treated in the same manner. These men can fuck their sluts, anytime, anywhere, no matter who’s watching. They are only allowed to wear bra and panty sets bought for them by their husbands (?).

Bucky and Lee were the last to arrive, almost missing the food.

“Hey, where’s that tight pussy you two had been bragging about working on?” Jake questioned. This is still a massive sore spot between the brothers.

Lee didn’t care too much for their slut. She just didn’t do it for him. He may have gone extra hard a few times, nothing she couldn’t handle. Then Bucky kept nagging him about being nicer, she’s more than just a slave, blah blah. Bucky was heartbroken when she ran away. He searched for her for weeks, but she was nowhere to be found. After a month and a half, he started slowing down. Bucky was finally starting to come out of his funk, and Lee couldn’t wait to start hunting again. She had to be perfect, and the last one was painfully not perfect. That’s why he let her go. He figured between Ari, Freezy, or Kemp, she’d be disposed of properly.

His eyes roamed around at the other men and their toys, jealousy flaring up inside him at still not having their perfect woman. These men were much more vile and evil than himself or Bucky, so he just couldn’t understand what the issue was.

“She just wasn’t the right one,” Lee replied, as he grabbed a beer and plopped down next to Jake and Colin. Jake and Colin were the only decent ones in this group. The rest got off on torture, pain, humiliation. That was never his style. He just wanted to find her, the perfect one for him. The one made for him, to be molded into his perfect wife. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t see Freezy and his pet walk up. When he turned to greet the man, his eyes opened wide in surprise then anger.

“What the fuck are you doing with her?” Lee asked, his voice low and deadly. When she heard Master’s voice, she turned around to face him, trembling in fear. Master liked to hurt her, Bobby only hurt her to make her cum. She let out a gasp and moved to stand behind Freezy.

“Fucking hello to you too, cocksucker,” Freezy replied, pulling his smokes from his pocket. She lit his smoke, her eyes never leaving Lee. Her hand shook so much, it took a few tries for her to light it. Freezy stopped, finally seeing the look of fear on his puppy’s face. He protectively put his large body in front of hers, trying to block the other man’s view.

“What the fuck are you doing with her?” Bucky yelled, seeing her with Freezy the moment he walked up. “That’s my fucking good girl. Why the fuck do you have her, Freezy?” Bucky demanded, his voice raising in anger and volume.

“Puppy wandered onto my street around six months ago. She didn’t say she belonged to anyone else, so she became mine. Isn’t that right, puppy?” Freezy said, gently rubbing his hands up and down her arms. This affectionate gesture wasn’t missed, no one ever having seen Freezy, Robert Pronge, mafia hit man to the stars, ever treat one of his playthings this gently. The men knew all about Pronge and Kemp. Their toys always seemed to break or end up dead.

“I sent her to your street for you to use her then get rid of her,” Lee said, his voice and demeanor eerily calm. This didn’t have an effect on him at all, he couldn’t stand the girl. But he knew Bucky was too attached. With this bitch still alive, everything just became much more complicated.

“I was going to, believe me. But then she showed me just how good a puppy she is, so I trained her instead.” Freezy leaned in, nuzzling her neck and ears, trying to reassure her, and maybe himself, that everything was okay.

“You know the rules, you can’t keep her,” Bucky said, trying anything to get her to look at him, but she wouldn't. She just curled more into Pronge, almost as if she was comforted by him. Pronge of all people.

“Hey, she didn’t have any marks on her staking an owner. She ended up on my street, and now she’s mine. Don’t even think about doing anything to her, Bodecker. We may work together, but I won’t hesitate to lay you out,” Freezy threatened. He turned away from her, dropped his cigarette butt to put it out when he heard the shot. It took him a minute to realize the blood on him wasn’t his. Then he saw her. His puppy, dead. Shot in the head by that cocksucker Bodecker.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, BODECKER?” Pronge yelled, stalking up to Lee. Lee calmly raised his gun, aiming right for Freezy’s head. Pronge stopped, the anger still building with each passing second.

“You know the rules. She already belonged to us, but you kept her. Rules are you return her or get rid of her. You didn’t obey the rules, Robert,” Lee calmly replied, hand steady as he pointed the weapon at Freezy.

“She didn’t have any fucking sign of ownership, you fucking prick!” Freezy screamed, his anger boiling over into untempered rage. He ignored the gun, continuing to approach Lee with heavy, angry footsteps. His puppy, his girl, gone. What the fuck.

“I wouldn’t take another step if I were you. I fucking loved her. I couldn’t care less about you. Look what I did to her. I won’t hesitate to make you bleed,” Lee replied, deadly calm in light of everything. He did love her, sort of. Not as much as Bucky, but enough that no other man would ever have her.

Bucky dropped to the ground, tears falling freely down his face, rage and grief etched in every line and wrinkle. He picked up her lifeless body, cradling her head on his lap, uncaring of the blood and brain matter. He had loved her deeply, more than Lee. Lee was always jealous, always just a little too rough, a little too mean, a little too cold, always saying she needed to learn. He looked into her lifeless eyes, surprise saved on her features permanently. He wouldn’t hear her laugh, make her sigh, make her moan ever again. He wouldn’t ever feel her warmth, be comforted in her embrace.

Bucky looked at his brother, long and hard, hatred overtaking him in that moment. The next one, the next girl, would be Lee’s pick, with Bucky agreeing of course. Bucky would treat the next one just the same as Lee treated this one. Bucky would be hard, tough, unrelenting, and just when Lee fell, Bucky would leave her to the same fate as his girl. Whether she survived or not wouldn’t be his concern. In that moment, he just wanted Lee to feel fear, anguish, grief just as deeply as he was feeling at this moment.

“Gentlemen, stop. This isn’t how we handle these issues, but since Lee has turned to his own justice, this will be the exception,” Ari said, coming to stand between Lee and Freezy. “Lee is correct, Pronge. She was in this neighborhood, and that automatically means she belonged to someone else. You violated the rules and kept someone else’s trophy. This is on you.” Ari turned to face Lee, his face deadly calm. He lit a smoke, exhaling directly into Lee’s face. “Bodecker, you didn’t have to put the bitch down. If you didn’t want her back, you should’ve followed the rules and let us clean it up. This is your only warning. Do it again, and you’re going to be closed for business, understand?”

“Yes,” Lee simply replied before he lowered his gun and turned to leave.

“Why’d you fucking kill her if you didn’t even want her anymore, you fucking psycho?” Freezy yelled to Lee’s back.

“Because you ruined her,” Lee simply replied, never turning around or stopping. “Once you had her, she was damaged. But you broke the rules and you weren’t allowed to keep her.” Lee continued on, never stopping to acknowledge Bucky or anyone else as he walked back home.

Pronge walked over to her, genuine grief and pain washing over him. This is why he only played with these dumb cunts. He didn’t want to get attached because when you get attached, you get hurt. He knelt down, running his hand down her face one last time. He decided to let her keep her collar. He wouldn’t ever own a pet again. Not for some psychotic asshole to murder. And being called psychotic by Robert Pronge is why all the others feared Lee.

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Present

Lee opened your door, making sure to help you out. He held you tightly as he led you back down to your room, never letting go for one second, afraid he would lose you all over again. He placed you on your bed, gently moving your hair from your face. He grabbed some clean clothes, dressed you, and laid next to you until your breathing evened out.

Once you were safe and asleep, he left, quietly shutting your cage behind him. He made his way upstairs, his anger boiling over.

Bucky sat on the couch, flipping through the channels with a bored look on his face. He didn’t stop to spare a glance at Lee, choosing to ignore his reaction.

“What the FUCK were you thinking, Bucky? Leaving her to Kemp and Pronge?! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” Lee yelled, grabbing the front of Bucky’s shirt. He pulled him off the couch, shoving him into the wall.

“At least yours survived and I didn’t put a bullet in her head,” Bucky calmly replied, his eyes never once leaving Lee’s. He didn’t say another word, waiting for comprehension to cross his brother’s face. “There it is, you remember her now, right? The one I loved that you murdered?” Bucky was yelling now, two years worth of hate and resentment boiling over.

“All of this because I took care of a whore? A whore tainted by Pronge? A whore you couldn’t control? All of this because you’re sad your pussy is gone?” Lee mocked.

“SHE WASN’T A WHORE!” Bucky screamed, punching Lee in the jaw with a sickening crunch. “ I. Loved. Her.” he yelled, each word punctuated by another harsh punch. He continued to punch Lee, over and over until exhaustion took him. He sat down, his head in his hands, finally free of all hate and anger, all emotions.

“I’m sorry I killed her,” Lee stated quietly, blood running down his face, eyebrow split open and his nose broken for a second time that day. “I got so angry about her staying with Pronge, how she looked at him with such love and admiration. It’s Robert Fucking Pronge. I just reacted, I didn’t consider any of the consequences.”

Bucky glanced at his brother, seeing full sincerity in his features. “It will never be okay, but it’s over now.” Bucky stood up, extending his hand to Lee to help him up also. Lee accepted, and they both moved to the kitchen. Lee went to the freezer, grabbed an ice pack for Bucky’s hand, and one for himself. He stood facing Bucky, who reached out and straightened Lee’s broken nose with a crunch.

They both sat at the kitchen table, quiet, wondering what to do now.

“Do you love her, Bucky? Do you want her or do you want to find someone of your own?” Lee and Bucky had always done everything together, including relationships, and maybe that was the issue.

“I want one of my own,” Bucky admitted, looking at Lee. “She’s not mine, she’s never been mine,” Bucky continued. “I want one to love and cherish on my own. Who will love and accept me for me,” he finished.

“I understand. I love her, I truly do. I would like to keep her. But tomorrow, we will go searching for you, find you the perfect one,” Lee said, placing his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “We do have the other side of the basement and extra fencing for the cage, all we would need is a bed. They can share a dresser for now,” Lee murmured, making a mental checklist of everything they would need.

“We’ll wait for her to wake up, then make another area for mine, and she will be all for me,” Bucky stated, happiness overtaking his dark heart. “All for me.”

Lee and Bucky came to an agreement as you slept, finally happy with their situation. Bucky couldn’t wait to go hunting, couldn’t wait to bring home a friend for you, a sister.

“Come on, we’ve got to get ready. Dad needs us to work tonight,” Lee said, moving towards his bedroom to change. Bucky followed, his head already filled with his wants and desires.

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stuckysdumbbitch · 3 years

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burns

summary: everything burns intensely.

pairings: a bunch of chris evans characters x little!reader x a bunch of sebastian stan characters

warnings: 18+ content, noncon, bruises, abuse, prostitution, sex trafficking, anal, anal play, specialization, ddlg, dacryphilia, dark content.

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Justin groaned to himself as he made his way back to his shared room; ever since you had appeared with your naive little attitude, his daddy had totally forgot about him, even treating him shittier than before.

He wanted to be Robert’s good boy again, the one who he snuggled up at night while praising- well, more like sleeping at his feet while he threatened him to behave, but that at least meant he normally behaved. He wondered if he fucked you like he fucked him, although, to his relief, it didn’t seem like he did.

He didn’t expect his heart to soften when he opened the door, seeing your wailling figure littered in bites and forming bruises. Curled up on the bed, you sobbed in pain.

“Jensen.” he murmured, slightly angered. He recognized the marks; if someone was truly sick it was him. He would sedate the girls he slept with, acting all nice and awkward, and then fuck them brutally. He and his daddy had to take care of a bunch of sore girls more than once, but Jensen had joined the army and tipped well enough for Robert to turn a blind eye to this.

“Hey, pretty girl.” He cooed, and it felt unusual. Robert called you pretty girl, so he though it might give you some comfort. “It’s okey, let me take care of you.”

You slowly faced him, face puffy form crying so much. With every movement he saw your body tense with pain. So he gently positioned you on your back, hissing resounding in his ears. The cum that leaked from your entrance was tinted pink, worryingly dark. He wiped you down gently, then did his best to carry you to the bathroom.

Lavender and mint filled your senses as Justin carefully rubbed some special oil on you, said to remove bruises and increase circulation. For the bite marks, he just expected the cream would also heal it.

Freezy groaned at the image; the steaming bath with you and Justin curled up together cutely, your puppy gently sucking at your nipple. Eyes shut in deep slumber, Freezy winced at the amount of slowly healing wounds on your body. It had been less than three days since you got there.

He wrapped you and Justin in a fluffy towels, rubbing cake scented lotion over your thighs. Your attention seemed to be diverted in shedding tears and toying with Justin’s hands.

“You gotta behave real good with this client, pretty girl.” He murmured, voice gruff. You nodded slightly, hands now reaching out, with a little tremor, to run your fingertips through his beard. He contained a groan when your soft hands set on his jaw, thumbs almost tracing his lips. The air caught off for a second, your expression indecipherable, before you dropped your hands back on the sheets, tossing to pull Justin near you again. He sighted, rubbing the sore bridge of his nose before scurrying to find you something to wear. Ransom hadn’t specified what he wanted you to be.

The room you were in was new; leaf green sheets, dark wallpapers and smooth, oak furniture. It was unusually cold, but you were clad only in lacey white underwear, and the thing white socks that reached your upper thighs did little to soothe your chill. Your carefully pushed your hair out of your face, the makeup Justin had cautiously applied still fresh with the lingering smell of chocolate and vanilla.

You jumped when the door knob twisted open, you couldn’t contain your grin. Mr Freezy was so silly, telling you it was a special visitor when it was obviously Andy bringing you those bonbons he prom-

Your jaw fell slack, your heart stopping in a harsh tug to beat at your chest. In all of his expensive country club and golf watch essence, there he was.

Ransom shut the door, slowly nearing you, lips tugging into a smirk that could only be called evil. You freezes; million of thoughts races to you head, and you couldn’t stop to evaluate one of them.

“I see you have become quite fond of this life style” He inquired, taking into consideration your little outfit.

“Daddy?” you dumbly asked, words rolling off your tongue with no control. And with that, came the tears. Running down your artificially blushed cheeks in angry black splotches, they were heavy as your face contorted into a wail. You fell to your knees, wrapping your arms around his thick thigh. “Please, Daddy, take me with you- I can’t do this anymore, hurts daddy.”

He groans, although there’s a hint of amusement in his hum, before kicking you off his leg, and you watch him in disbelief as he seizes your hair and throws you onto the bed. Hands slither down your body as if you were caught by evil trees, twisting a round you to choke you. The pretty underwear Robert had dressed you in was now scraps and bits. Eyeing the handcuffs on the head of the bed, you shot your elbows backwards to stab against his sweater clad abdomen. You only gained having your head muffled against the pillow as he tied your wrists. His heavy erection rubbed painfully against bare bottom, dress pants pulled down slightly you could feel his obnoxious calvin klein’s. He pulled away, admiring your submissive form. Thighs tucked under your body, smelling like a sweet strawberry cake and lavender, and salty tears running down puffy eyes. Delectable in his eyes.

“You let any nobody fuck this sloppy pussy, anybody with half an hour to kill and some measly dollars, right?” He taunted, hands burning your skin with each stroke. “Could shove anything inside you, and you wouldn’t-well, couldn’t- say anything.”

You whined, feeling his thick fingers pulled your ass cheeks apart to see your tight rosebud. You felt so bare, so disgustingly naked. Dreaming about your first time with Ransom wasn’t like this; you fantasized about him laying you in a rose petal covered bed, kissing your body with his tender lips, touching you ever so softly as if you might break. But no, he was violently trying to shove his fingers into your back door.

Stinging cries and throaty whimpers emerged at the burn tearing through your spine. A lewd spit ricocheted against the walls, the slimy substance tracing down the middle of your ass cheeks as he worked his finger fully inside. You felt as if you might burst.

“Gonna claim this slutty ass, split it open with my fat cock.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Cut With a Dull Knife

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!reader (Bobby and kitten)

Words: ~2.8k

Summary: Your latest job with Bobby gives you a scare, it may be time to make some changes.

Warnings: explicit language, violence, minor character death, some gore, soft!dark characters, angst, teasing of some future characters and shenanigans, no minors due to the AU

A/N: They’re back!!!! And they’re soft for each other. There’s some teasers for some fun upcoming stuff in the epilogue that y’all are welcome to come scream at me about 😉

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You didn’t like this. No one had come out of the building yet and it was making you nervous. Bobby had insisted you go through with it, though, even though you had seen at least three more assholes than you had anticipated walking into that warehouse. He didn’t give a fuck, though, so keyed up from your stupid game with that fucking cop that he was getting reckless. Plus, Merks was pretty much saying that if you two didn’t start working with this asshole, you weren’t getting jobs from him any more, and and he could fuck things up for you with the other families too.

The first shot jolted you out of your thoughts with a start, a soft curse leaving your lips before you grabbed the shotgun and your 1911 from the backseat and dove out of the car. Some moron came charging out of the warehouse while holding a bloody wound in his arm, snarling when he saw you and hefting his revolver. You shot him in the face before he had a chance to do anything else, breathing deeply and crouching behind the car when someone started shooting at you from the roof.

Merks fucking set you up. You knew that cunt had a bug up his ass about you, but you never thought he would’ve actually tried to take you out, especially not with his favorite fucking hit man right there with you, who was notoriously protective of you. Thought the man would’ve at least had the sense to get you alone. Bobby must’ve done something to fall out of his good graces.

There was a pause in the shooting and you took the chance to pick the sniper off the roof, charging towards the warehouse to see what kind of mess Bobby had made in there.

Then the window blew out, and everything seemed to slow down.

You froze when you looked up and saw Bobby and some asshole with a knife tumbling out of the window that was thirty feet up, your heart dropping into your stomach when you saw his hand slip and the blade slid in between his ribs. There was a ringing in your ears when you started sprinting towards where they were going to hit the ground, and you might have been screaming his name but it was impossible to tell.

The two of them landed with a sickening thud right when you reached them, the way Bobby was laying absolutely still sending panic coursing through your veins as your heart tried to pound its way out of your chest. Some rage filled, feral sound ripped from your throat when you saw the bastard who stabbed Bobby try to sit up as he pulled out the knife, smashing the butt of the shotgun into his face so hard you could hear his nose break when he tried to stab him again. All you could focus on was the way it didn’t look like Bobby’s chest was moving, continuously slamming the gun into his assailant’s face even after he’d stopped moving while your vision went red and blurry until he didn’t even look like a person any more.

It took a few moments but you managed to rip yourself away from the mutilated body and dropped to the ground with a wretched heave of your chest, crawling towards where Bobby still hadn’t moved and cradling his head in your arms as you fought against the wave of emotions that was threatening to overtake you. But then he was coughing blood all over your blouse and you let out a sob of relief, pressing your lips all over his face as his eyes fluttered open and trying to regulate your breathing while he groaned with pain.

“You stupid fucking bastard.” You tore off your jacket and pressed it to the wound in his side, tearing a few shreds of fabric from the dead man’s shirt to fashion a makeshift bandage before smashing your lips to his again. “I told you not to go in.”

“Kitten, we can talk about this later.” He clenched his jaw when you hauled him to his feet and started dragging him back towards the car. “There’s a fire in there and the whole place is gonna go up once it hits the gas they’re storing. I should also probably see a doctor.”

“Shit, I know.” You winced at his grunt when you shoved him into the car, slamming the door closed and rushing to the driver’s side so you could peel out. “Don’t pass out, Bobby, I’m fucking serious.”

“‘M gonna try not to.” The fact that he wasn’t swearing up a storm and back talking you was freaking you out, your eyes constantly wandering over to him as you sped towards the clinic. “Hurry.”

By sheer luck you didn’t come across any cops as you drove through the city, despite the overwhelming number of sirens you could hear, most of them probably headed towards the warehouse and the massive fire you kept catching glimpses of in your rear view mirror. Bobby managed to stay awake the whole time, but his face was completely drained of color by the time you pulled up to the clinic’s back door. The relief you felt at arriving so quickly was gone though when you found the door locked.

“Open the fuck up!” You pounded on the door with the hand that wasn’t keeping Bobby upright, slapping him when his eyes started to roll back in his head. “Now!”

“We can’t do anything for you.” You swore when you heard the voice through the door. “Go to a hospital!”

“That’s all the way across town!” You rattled the handle and snarled when it still didn’t give, your breath hitching when you felt Bobby sag in your grip. “Open this fucking door, or I’m breaking it down!”

“Get out of here, I have a gun!”

“Yeah? Me too!” You drew back and pulled your handgun out of where it was tucked into the waist of your pants. “Hope you know how to use yours!”

You shot the lock out and kicked the door open, frowning at the stunned looking goon that met you before swatting the revolver out of his hand and punching him in the throat. You put a bullet in his neck before walking back to where the doctor was cowering behind his treatment table, pointing your gun at his nurse when she tried to scurry away and tutting at him when he almost made a run for it.

“What the fuck’s with the muscle, doc?” You were furious, chewing on your lip as you glared at him and smashed the gun into the nurse’s face when she tried to bolt past you, panting with the effort of keeping Bobby upright while he groaned and tucked his face into your shoulder. “Who told you not to let us in? Was it fucking Merks?”

“Please, he threatened to kill me and my family.” The doctor put his hands up while you glared at him, his eyes darting to where his nurse was sobbing on the floor and cradling her bloody nose. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“You had a fucking choice, you made the wrong one.” You pulled Bobby over to the exam table and heaved him onto it, pointing your gun at the nurse again when she struggled to regain her feet. “If you were gonna side with that fucker, shoulda had him leave you with more than one guy, because now you’ve got a mess to clean up in your lobby. Now, do your fucking job and patch him up, or I’m gonna cut this pretty thing’s face off in front of you then ship pieces of her to your family, along with those pictures I have of you fucking her in your office. I will fucking ruin your life until you’ll wish you were dead if you don’t fix him, now.”

He took too long thinking things over so you grabbed the scalpel and slashed her across the face, keeping your gun trained on him with a slightly shaky grip while Bobby let out a shuddering groan. You kept the blade on the nurse’s face while you watched him look Bobby over, shooting her short, dirty looks whenever she let out a sob. Why couldn’t she just shut the fuck up?

“He’s got broken ribs and a pneumothorax, plus I’m pretty sure that leg is fractured.” You frowned at the doctor when he started detailing Bobby’s injuries. “Plus this wound probably needs surgical intervention.”

“No surgery.” You shook your head when he made like he was going to argue. “I don’t fucking trust you with a knife. Stitch him up, drain his chest with a needle, and put a splint on his leg, I’m taking him home. And if you try any shit, I’m gonna kill this bitch. Shut up!”

“If you’re not going to let me operate, he needs a transfusion.” The doctor eyed the gun warily as he let out a shaky breath. “One of us needs to go get the blood.”

“Fuck. Bobby, baby, hey.” You let out a small choked sound when he sat up with a rattling breath, resting your forehead against his and kissing his cheeks while you wrapped his fingers around the gun. “Shoot this fucker if he tries any shit, ok? And stay awake, baby, please.”

He just grunted and hefted the gun towards the doctor while you dragged the nurse out of the room, sparing a glance over your shoulder at him before you were heading down the hall. You tapped your foot irritably while she got the blood from the fridge, shoving her back towards the treatment room once she found the O negative and running a hand over your face in frustration while she kept sniffling.

Bobby was still conscious by the time you made it back, but just barely, dropping the arm that was holding the gun and sagging back against the table with an exhausted groan when you came to stand next to him. It was all you could do to hold it together as you watched the doctor and nurse work, grabbing Bobby’s hand and squeezing it ever time he let out a pained sound while you kept the gun trained on them with your other hand.

Several hours later and they were finally finished, Bobby bandaged up but looking only marginally better as you helped him to his feet and started to move him back to the car. The doctor wouldn’t get off your ass, though.

“You can’t just leave!” He grimaced as he stepped over the dead body you’d left, running after you again when you got the clinic door open. “What about my family? You have to protect us.”

“I don’t have to do shit.” You managed to get Bobby into the front seat and slammed the door closed. “It’s not my problem. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten mixed up with the mob if you’re so fucking worried about your family.”

“But…” He shrank back when you turned and snarled at him, his eyes flicking to where you were still holding the gun with a painfully tight grip.

“Listen to me, I do not give a single fuck about you to your family or your pretty little nurse, but I’m gonna give you some advice.” You were exhausted, you needed to get out of there and if you had to shoot one more person today you were going to scream. “Go home, now, pack up your family, get out of the country. Do not call anyone to let them know what you’re doing, cut off all contact with your little nurse, just drive to fucking Canada. You might make it.”

“Tha… thank you.”

You slammed your door closed in his face and drove away, your eyes drifting over to Bobby every time you came to a light and your breath hitching whenever you watched him take a deep breath. As soon as you got home you were pretty sure you were going to have a breakdown, your hand reaching over the gear shift to grip his as you kept driving and a small smile teasing your lips when he gave you a squeeze.

Bobby leaned heavily on you when you helped him out of the car, rubbing his face in your hair and groaning softly as you hauled him towards his bedroom. He didn’t let go of you once you got him into the bed, pulling you next to him and winding his arms around you as he brushed his lips over your throat while you let out another shaky breath.

“You were worried about me, kitten.” Bobby purred when you wrapped your arms around his neck and started kissing him all over his face, pulling you closer and digging his fingers into your waist as you curled your body as close to his as possible.

“I’m the only one who gets to kill you, Bobby.” You growled into his mouth when his hands slid down to squeeze your hips, biting his lips and swallowing his groan when you curled your tongue against his. “Anyone else tries and I’m gonna feed them to their fucking families.”

“Why would you do that kitten, huh?” He smiled softly when you made a small noise of distress, rubbing his nose over yours as he gazed into your eyes.

“You’re gonna make me say it?” You huffed when he just shrugged at you, tracing his beard with your fingers while he flicked his tongue against yours.

“I said it, it’s your turn, kitten.” He nuzzled into your cheek and let out a low hum. “Hey, c’mon baby, I love you.”

“Fuck you, Bobby.” You pouted a little when he just chuckled at you, tucking your face into his shoulder and sighing when he kissed the top of your head. “I love you, you fucking bastard. And if you ever do something like that to me again, I am going to kill you.”

“I know kitten.” He sagged back in the bed while you let out a deep sigh. “You done playing with that fucking cop, now?”

“Yeah, pig was getting boring anyway.” You ran your hand over his stomach as you kissed his neck. “Breaking his heart is gonna be fun though. I also gotta figure out how I’m gonna fucking kill Merks.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the impulsive one, kitten.” He chuckled darkly while his fingers traced your spine. “You can’t just go shoot one of the fucking bosses in the head on a whim.”

“Oh, I’m gonna plan it out, I’m not a damn idiot.”

You rolled your neck on your shoulders as the bearded man showed you towards the back office of the club, shoving your hands in your pockets. Bobby was still at home recuperating, so you had to take this meeting on your own. You’d heard good things about these assholes, though, not as mired down in the fucking old boys club traditions that the current regime seemed to be obsessed with.

“Hey, it’s good to see you again.” You took the hand the man behind the desk offered you with a small smile, nodding at the man standing at the bar in the corner as you sank into the seat that was facing away from the door. “You had a chance to think over our offer, then?”

“I did.” You accepted the vodka he handed you and took a sip. “You’re gonna have to offer us more if you want us to start working for you exclusively.”

“Money’s not an issue, you two are supposed to be the best, and if we can cut into those dinosaurs’ operations, even better.” He sipped on his bourbon as he stared at you. “You have any other requirements? We believe in keeping our employees happy.”

“Just one, Mr. Fowler.” You drained the glass and set it on the desk, pulling out your knife and flipping it through your fingers absentmindedly. “I get to kill Leo Merks myself.”

“Honey, you can call me Nick. Lloyd, what d’you think?” He called to the man standing behind him who was lighting a cigar at you, his mustached lip curled in a sinister grin you couldn’t help but return. “Wanna cause a little chaos?”

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