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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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SDAU, Grumpy Grizzly, The Party
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“What I tell you, brother,” Curtis grinned as he wrapped his arm around the other alpha’s shoulders.  He pointed to the door where his mate was coming with another girl.  Lee gave a relieved sigh, seeing both girls smiling sweetly at him and Curtis, “she’s a cobra…name is Meegan.”
“Meegan,” Lee smiled, testing the name on his tongue.  He gave his friend another smirk.  He hadn’t ever been with a cobra, but had heard they were wild in bed, “I like it.  She’s cute!  She knows she’s my date, right?”
“Alpha!” Adriana chirped excitedly, practically launching herself into the bear’s arms.  Curtis chuckled as she immediately scented him, rubbing her cheek against his scent glands.  The cobra coughed awkwardly, and Lee looked at her, “this is my friend from class.  She’s never been to a Rho party either.”
“I’m Meegan!”
“Lee.”
“Adriana invited me,” she said sweetly as she eyed him up and down, “she said that you’re part of the fraternity.”
“Yeah,” he grinned.  She smiled.  He licked his lips as he gave her a once over, “do you want me to grab you a drink or something?”
“Sure!” she smiled.  Curtis clapped his friend on the back and walked away with his mate attached to his hip as Lee tried to be courteous, showing the girl through to the kitchen where a number of kegs were hooked up and in the process of being tapped. 
But when he turned around to talk to the cobra once more, she was gone.  Lee instantly felt a pang in his chest, when his eyes settled on one of his brothers, his arm around her waist as he chatted her up.  Lee growled, stomping off to the kitchen to grab himself a beer. 
And when he turned around once more, he noticed her.  His brow furrowed. 
Why was she here?
Lee felt nervous.  Protective even. 
Sweetness looked more nervous than a deer in the headlights as she looked around from her spot at the door.  She argued with one of his frat brothers for a second and they nervously looked at her when she pointed to Lee.  When she smiled and waved at Lee, he got a huge grin on his face.  He was surprised to see her, but he didn’t think to question why she was at his place. 
He couldn’t help the happiness that started in his belly.  His brother’s brow furrowed as he mouthed the word ‘yours?’  Lee nodded and he let her through, but suddenly he felt nervous as she closed the distance.  When she stopped in front of him, Lee couldn’t help but sound surprised, “Sweetness?  What are you doing here?  Not that I’m complaining…did one of the guys invite you?”  
“O-Officer Bodecker!” she replied breathily.  He felt his cock twitch in his jeans at how her voice sounded.  It was light an airy while sounding sultry.  She bit her lip and held out his phone, “y-you left the station today without it.  I-I thought maybe you might need it.  I d-didn’t want you thinking you lost it all weekend.”
His bear rumbled happily in his head.
Omega was thinking about us.
Lee gave her a soft smile as he took the phone from her hands.  His breath hitched in his throat as it felt like a jolt of electricity passed through them when his hand touched hers.  She chirped, then blushed and looked away. 
“Thank you, sweetness!  But remember, outside the station it’s just Lee, alright?” he asked.  She nodded and he smiled a little bit more, “good girl, omega.”
She chirped once more, and Lee chuckled.
“I-I’m sorry alpha.”
“Don’t be,” he smiled, feeling overjoyed at how she was reacting to him,  “You should stay!”
Her head snapped up, surprise lacing her features as she looked at him, “Wh-what?”
“You should stay!” Lee repeated over the music, “have some fun.  Enjoy the party!”
“I-I couldn’t…I shouldn’t stay offic-Lee…”
He smiled when her words tapered off.  She looked around the party.  It was obvious that the sophomore hadn’t been to a party before, “I understand…it can be nerve-wracking!”
Her eyes shot to his again, “Wh-what?”
“Never been to a party?”
She shook her head, instantly clinging to his side when he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the kegs to get her some beer.  Lee felt himself holding back a rumble as she seemed to tuck herself into him, fitting perfectly under his arm. 
She’s a koala.  It’s in her nature to cling to people, especially an alpha.
“No…”
“No need to be nervous, sweet girl,” Lee smiled kindly as he handed her a red solo cup filled with golden liquid.  She took it nervously and Lee released his arm from her waist.  He swore he heard her whimper as she batted her long lashes in his direction, “go and explore the house.  Talk to some of my brothers.  They’re great guys.  They’ll take care of you.  Go have fun, omega.”
“A-are you sure?”
He nodded, “yeah…”
He didn’t sound sure.  Hell, he hadn’t even felt sure.  There was a very large part of him that didn’t want to let sweetness go and look around the house without him or explore the party.  He wanted to keep her tucked against his chest the whole night.  He wanted to take her to his room and claim the sweet little koala.  But he knew he couldn’t. 
So, he watched her woefully as she walked away from him, sipping her beer. Lee sighed to himself, refilling his cup.  It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that Lee saw Pronge wrap his arm around her waist. 
Lee felt jealousy bubbling up in the pit of his stomach as she smiled at him, as she laughed at his jokes.  He looked back to Lee, shooting him a wink, before tipping her cup up while she drank, whispering a soft alpha command that she finish it all.
Lee watched as the pledges kept trekking back and forth between the kitchen grabbing beer for her.  Lee smiled to himself, knowing that his friend was helping the shy koala unwind; something that he knew she deserved.  She was always so timid and focused on work.  It wasn’t a little while longer where a few more of his brothers engaged him in some drinking games, and he lost all sight of her and Pronge.
It was a little while later when Lee noticed that a good bit of the pledges and some of the sophomores were missing; the party having turned into mostly juniors and seniors.  He felt anxiety bubbling up in his chest, knowing that he hadn’t seen sweetness in a while.  She wouldn’t have left without telling him goodbye.  He knew that.  She didn’t even like ending the class or the station without him knowing they were parting ways.
“Curtis…where’s Freezy?”
“You know him,” he laughed as his omega came back with new drinks for the both of them.  He smiled and kissed her temple before looking around.  Not seeing her, he shrugged, “a while ago he took some girls and they’re making some of his famous videos.  Maybe she went up to have some fun with him.”
A few more juniors and seniors laughed, but Lee felt dread in the pit of his stomach. 
Sweetness wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye but there was even less of a chance that she would have gone upstairs willingly to film one of his little videos.  She was an innocent little thing. 
No, not his sweetness.  Not unless she’d been given something.  Lee gave a fake laugh, but hurriedly made his way upstairs, hearing the music fade away, as a more primal sound started to take hold on the second floor. 
Lee burst into the room, seeing an orgy happening around him, piles of limbs intertwined and mingled together.  He saw the parrot that had embarrassed him earlier in the week with her friend, both seniors being railed by two freshmen while a few more shot their loads all over their bodies, calling them sluts.  And his heart stopped when he saw her.  His little sweetness.
She was up there with his brothers.
The timid little koala looked blitzed out of her mind, barely coherent as Bucky kissed along her inner thigh.  Her jeans were missing, and Bucky looked like he was ready to tear through her panties.  Lee ripped his friend away from her, and she barely reacted, her head lulling to the side. 
“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Pronge asked, handing the camera to another brother.  He directed him closer to the two parrots while Bucky growled at him, “Barnes is gonna fuck that little cobra bitch til she doesn’t know up from down…we’ll show her for fucking around like that.”
“I think she’s already there from what you gave her,” Bucky chuckled, licking his lips.  He leaned forward and tilted her head towards him and squeezed her jaw, forcing it open.  Her eyes glistened as she looked at the men, her eyes finally settling on Lee’s.  Lee was growling at Bucky, and Bucky let go, “Come on, Bodecker.  We’re doing this for you.  Pronge said we’re teaching some girls that fucked you over a lesson.  Caught this one just wandering around without you…said he nodded at you and you didn’t tell him no.  The parrots will be a good release, but this one’s too fucked up for the full release…she’ll just get a private screening for us guys on movie night.”
Bucky leaned forwards and nuzzled his nose against hers.  She mewled, but pushed him away from her, falling to her knees in front of Lee. 
“Officer Alpha,” she giggled drunkenly as she nuzzled his leg.  Her arms wrapped around his thick thigh as she began kissing her way up his leg.  His breath hitched as she reached his inner thigh, her hands gliding over his crotch, “Alpha Bo-dick me down.  I wanna feel you, Lee.”
“That’s not the cobra that rejected me!” Lee hissed.  He shuddered as her hands reached for his zipper, and shooting a glare to his brothers, he picked sweetness up bridal style. 
“Officer Bo-dick her down!” Bobby laughed, “god, I can’t believe I never thought of that.”
She instantly whimpered, snuggling against the grizzly, “this is my fucking co-worker.  She’s the little koala that works the reception desk at the station.  She brought my phone back because I left it there and I told her to enjoy the party.  You fucking pricks!”
“Oh shit,” Pronge chuckled.  He licked his lips and made a face, “Sorry sheriff.”
Bucky licked his lips and took a step towards Lee.  His hand trailed up the koala’s leg and she whimpered again when his fingers skimmed along her outer thigh, “I still get to fuck her though?  Right?  Got to slide beneath those panties and I had my fingers in that tight little cunt…fuck Lee, she tastes so sweet…I wanna see how much she can take.”
Lee growled, and Pronge’s eyes widened as he had his own realization, “Wait…the little koala?  This is sweetness?”
Lee blushed, his anger fading away as Pronge called her by the nickname that only he was allowed to use.  She whimpered a little more, only this time she started fighting her way out of his arms until Lee placed her delicately on the ground.  She leaned into him, tucking herself beneath his arm.  She began kissing his chest, snuggling into his sweater, “the little koala omega you’ve had a crush on since she started at the station?  THIS?  She’s here?  Why the fuck didn’t you tell us that she was coming?  That this was her?  Why wasn’t she with you?”
“I didn’t know she was coming,” Lee growled, feeling possessive of the half-conscious woman.  He gripped her a little tighter and she moaned and leaned up on her tip toes, her lips grazing over his mating gland.  Lee shuddered, his eyes closing momentarily.  She began sucking and nipping on the spot, driving Lee wild.  When his eyes opened Pronge had a smirk on his face.  He growled, “what did you give her.”
“Nothing major,” Pronge chuckled with a shrug, “just some booze…”
Lee narrowed his eyes, “she wouldn’t get this way from ‘some’ booze.  She barely has the confidence to look me in the eyes, let alone go for my crotch.  And sweetness is too innocent to be that brazen to go for my mating gland, no matter how drunk someone would get her.”
“Okay a lot of booze,” Pronge laughed, finding the situation entirely too amusing, “and a little bit ago…some scooby snacks…she’ll be really fun in a few more minutes.”
She moaned again, this time Lee noticed one hand fisting his shirt, but the other had been massaging his thick thigh once again.  He was sporting a hard-on from her earlier attempts at getting at his crotch that pressed firmly against his jeans. 
“Looks like she’s ready,” Bucky panted, licking his lips again, “I can take care of her if you can’t, Lee…like I said…I had a taste, and I’d be willing to have the whole thing.”
Lee only growled in response.  The vibrations of his growl sent a wave of slick to sweetness’ entrance.  Lee’s eyes closed as he caught her scent.  Instantly he was salivating.  Something inside of him snapped and his heart raced.
Her scent.
It wrapped thickly around him, and he took a deep breath, inhaling every bit that he could. 
“Alpha!” she chirped once again.  Lee’s growl turned into a rumble as he looked down at the sweet little thing who was tucking herself into his neck.  Her fingers slid closer to his bulge, and she stroked him over his pants as her teeth nipped along his neck once again. 
Lee shuddered, his breath hitching in his throat.  He tried to focus on something, anything that would pull his attention away from the little koala and he ended up looking straight into his friend’s eyes.  Pronge was grinning, “Wanna be in a film with your girl, Sheriff?  Can make a private copy just for the two of you to tell the cubs about when they’re born nine months from now.” 
“Fuck off, Bobby.” Lee growled at his friend and pushed past him and Bucky, pulling his little sweetness up the flight of stairs to where his room was on the third floor.
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adulting-sucks · 2 years
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Tainted (Chapter 4)
Follow up to: Pretty Girl, Dollface, Honey
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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.
Requested tags: @kitty1960 @cjand10
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littlelioncub43 · 1 year
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Ahh i love bobby. I wouldn't mind sitting in his lap all day <3 just playing with his hair, tracing his face ahh i need him now and i need him badly (also cockwarming yes)
Im abnormally soft for Bobby.
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His favorite thing you do is when you cradle his head and kiss the bump of his nose. He doesn't tell you that, of course, but he adores it. Melts him instantly. Second favorite being a forehead kiss. No one has ever kissed his forehead before, so it's something special just for the two of you.
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furydrafts · 9 months
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MRS BAKER | CHRIS DIXON. (PROMISE ILL BE HERE)
when chris and his girlfriend decide to do a change of pace and make a baking video with some friends, and calfreezy makes the worlds worst comment ever.
warnings + authors notes | none, can u tell i got lazy at the end and gave up
YOU SMILED WATCHING CHRIS AND THE OTHER BOYS CARRY IN NUMEROUS GROCERY BAGS INTO YOUR KITCHEN. you sat at the head of your dining table, your chin pressed into your palm as your eyes focused on chris. he looked good. and you missed him. even though you had seen him yesterday, and the day before that. and you were going to see him tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. it didn’t matter though, you always loved being in the presence of your boyfriend. the smell of his aftershave and cologne filling up the room and his smile brightening it easily. even on the coldest and most rainiest days in london you swore the sun was shining in your boyfriends apartment.
“hello, gorgeous.” chris smiled, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. you watched as freezy gagged behind him, matching the eye roll from theo perfectly. chris’ eyes raked over yours, staring at how perfectly you suited wearing his arsenal jersey (with his name of course) and his black trackies. you were just a sight to behold to him and it made him giddy. “hi, chris.” you murmured, leaning into his one armed embrace. “i’ve missed you.”
the sound of the grocery bag slamming on the counter made you jump. “oh shut it.” freezy whined as the cameras began rolling. “you saw him yesterday! and the day before that!” you stifled a laugh behind your hand, only letting chris go for a moment to place his bag on the counter. “i haven’t seen my boyf- my bestfriend, in two weeks.” the tall boy faked cried, wiping away his tears as he leaned into theo’s shoulder. you rolled your eyes at the theatrics, they all saw him last night!
“he doesn’t even get drunk with us anymore!” theo exclaimed, hastily unpacking the stuff. the blonde man rubbed at his hair(?) furiously, turning bright red at the thought that chris no longer desired to go out drinking late into the night. it made theo sick to his stomach, not because chris didn’t want to drink, but because chris was too concerned about coming home drunk to you. he wanted to be sober enough to convince you to wake up and watch a movie with him, binging on the takeaway he brought home. “you’ve domesticated him!”
you sighed, letting go of chris’ hand to let him start filming. “good! maybe you should take a page of chris’ book.” you teased, quickly rushing up to him to pinch his cheeks. “huh, when are you gonna get a girlfriend theo?” you watched as theo turned bright red and it was definitely not because of you pinching his cheeks. you watch as the boy swatted away your hands defensively as he shooed you away. you retreated back to your spot at the dining table, away from the view of the camera but close enough to intervene when something would inevitably go bad.
it had been fifteen minutes before your prediction proved to be true. freezy had one, used baking powder instead of flour, chris had dropped four eggs on the floor and theo had surprisingly done well. “freezy,” you sighed, lurking behind the boy as you examined his grey mixture. that looked ravishing to eat. if you were a dog, it looked like a pile of vomit. but you kept your comments to yourself. “you’ve done something there! um, keep going.” you encouraged, ignoring the laughter from the boys behind you.
“freezy, that is foul.” chris chimed in, dropping another egg. bumping chris lightly to the side, you ignored the feeling of his hands around your waist as you cracked two eggs in the bowl. “i don’t know what you’re talking about chris. look at your pile of eggs on the floor! disgusting.” freezy shouted as you leaned into chris’ side, secretly taking over the baking process for chris. you began adding all your ingredients, stirring the mixture quickly before somebody would catch on.
“um excuse me? is this bias? and cheating.” theo shouted, drawing all attention to how you were doing all the work for chris. you rolled your eyes at theo’s comment, you weren’t judging alone. chip was somewhere in the apartment as well. it’d only be partial bias, not full. slipping out chris’ embrace, you went to check on theo’s situation. and unfortunately, he was doing much better than the other boys.
you could smell the cinnamon and you almost passed out, you adored cinnamon. and the fact that it smelt like theo had poured like four vials of cinnamon extract was making you feel slightly more biased to his side. your mouth was watering at the thought of tasting the cupcakes theo would make. the boy had noticed you lurking nearby as you subtly told him which ingredients to make his second desert. you were trying it, why not taste something good?
“wow, mr and mrs baker working together. it’s just so beautiful.” freezy chimed, and you froze. mrs baker? horrendous joke from freezy. he was having a stinker today, you thought. it was definetely the chris effect. you loved your boyfriend, but his one lines never really hit. it was okay though, you found him hilarious in other ways. you hadn’t noticed how all three of your heads slowly turned to stare at freezy in shock, even the cameras had zoomed in on him. he looked away, licking his licks im embarrassment. “have i had a howler?”
“that is poor from you freezy, i never want to hear that again.” chris laughed, breaking the tension as he shot a glare at freezy. the slight malicious tone he held almost went unnoticeable. but you knew chris too well for it to slip past you. “wait no, don’t you get it? theo baker? and she’s the expert baker here…” silence. freezy’s joke was unfunny as it was awkward. you patted freezy’s shoulder sympathetically, shaking your head in disappointment.
“you’ve had a stinker, mate.” chris laughed, dimples denting his cheek deeply. “and theo stay away from my girlfriend.”
“i think chris’ unfunniness has rubbed off on you.” you teased, ignoring chris’ look of disbelief as he pulled you towards him, resting his head on your shoulder. you smiled at the warm embrace.
“unfunniness?”
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hansensgirl · 3 months
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summary. | Your neighbour feels you’ve misunderstood his actions.
prompts. | Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy + Neighbours + “The least you could do is be grateful.” + Drugging, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, drugging, kidnapping, captivity, restraints, delusion, lying, deceit, manipulation, pet names, threats, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.
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You slowly come to, recognizing that this isn’t your bedroom. It isn’t even your house. 
Your eyelids are heavy as you survey your surroundings, finding a beautiful room that is seemingly untouched. You lay on a hard mattress, presumably new. You have duct tape wrapped tightly around your wrists and ankles, rendering you helpless.
Your mouth feels dry, and your eyesight is bleary. You feel dizzy—scared, too. 
The door creaks open, and the man who steps in is your neighbour, Robert. He’s never been the friendliest, but given that his house is right next to yours, the two of you were bound to speak to one another.
You gasp in relief. Robert looks different. His hair has been buzzed off, and he seems less rugged. But that doesn’t matter—he’ll still be your saviour.
“R– Robert! Oh, thank goodness you’re here. Please, I need your help,” you begin to ramble as he slowly shuts the door behind him, staring at you the entire time. Robert shushes you, and you listen to him. “Of course you do, babycakes. Why else do you think you’re here, huh?”
His words are meant to be kind, but with his tone, it comes out all wrong. Anger is simply in his nature when he snaps. Robert’s mouth twitches under his trimmed beard, and you tilt your head before straightening it when your world starts to spin.
Suddenly, the memories come flooding back. You remember he offered you an extra coffee—they messed his order up, and he didn’t want it to go to waste, Robert claimed. And then, darkness.
Your bottom lip wobbles and your hands shake when your stomach drops. No, Robert is not your saviour; he is the enemy, the foe. Evidently, he always has been.
“D– Did you drug me? A– and bring me here?” you question furiously. Your ire takes up most of your energy—or what little you have left. Robert is silent as he bites the inside of his cheeks, fists clenching. “I didn’t drug you. Don’t say that. You just needed… a push.”
You can tell that he doesn’t even believe himself. You scoff, incredulous. 
“You can’t be serious. You drugged me, Robert. And now you have me locked up in here!” you yell. Robert snarls at your fury. “I didn’t like it either. But the least you could do is be grateful,” he spits. 
“Grateful? For what?” you repeat.
“That I care enough about you. Look, look at this room. I did all this stupid shit for you, and you don’t even have the decency to thank me,” he seethes, stomping to get closer to you. His face is near yours, and you can see the discoloration on his teeth. “I thought you were a good girl,” Robert adds, and you roll your eyes.
“How can I thank you when you’re hurting me?” you ask, voice going soft but not out of affection. You’re tired from both the drugs and the adrenaline leaving your body. “Hurting you?” he scoffs.
“You don’t know how I can make you hurt, little girl,” he whispers, a bone-chilling glint in his eyes. You challenge him with your own hardened gaze, but you know you’re no match for Robert. 
He eventually stands back up and sighs, looking around the room he put so much time and effort into. For you. “You know, I think you need some more alone time. Then you’ll really see how much you need me,” Robert snickers, turning around to leave you alone in the room.
You scream his name and beg him to come back, to let you go, and you promise you won’t say a thing to anyone. He doesn’t listen, even when you burst into tears and choke on your words. 
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we know bog and the mrs live for picking on each other but i just have this in my head of maybe she was out doing something and she comes home and he makes a joke about her like taking the piss and she just says his name and he knows when he hears that tone in her voice to drop everything, bring her into his arms and hold her until she’s ready to talk about what made her upset.
(i can always see this with the freezys)
an abandoned fic with dust and cobwebs are in my drafts that goes something like this 🥺 a comforting fic to see some soft bog cuz he would immediately change his ways in comforting his lady. she’s upset, he’s upset. he would be the best.
same for freezys, yes. both boys are jokesters with their girls but they’re weak in a second when they hear that wobble.
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onsunnyside · 2 years
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𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❤️‍🔥
Daddy’s finally home and we must celebrate the moustache revolution !! With the release of The Gray Man on Netflix, I’m throwing a party centred around Lloyd Hansen. This means anything Lloyd Hansen x reader, absolutely any au or trope, I’ve written many, so I’m always excited for ones !! Send whatever your slutty heart desires, friends 🥰 (the party name is a lie bc i love Lloyd the way he is 👹) | PSA | AU PSA
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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:
𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝-𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 | July 22–23 (REQUESTS CLOSED)
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𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: all things Lloyd: any aus, TGM!Lloyd (the crime daddy, CIA assassin), dilf, DBF, BFD (best friend’s/boyfriend’s dad), professor, perv/sleazy!lloyd, pornstar au, hybrid!reader, innocent!reader, basement wife, pet play, soft dark/dark—send anything, I encourage the sluttiest behaviour possible !! | Before sending a prompt, please check the list below in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.
all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #icfh party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary
PSA: since this party is centred around The Gray Man, everything to do with spoilers will be tagged with #the gray man spoilers. I already watched the movie, and online says it releases at 3am EST on Netflix.
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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.
updated as they’re posted | [smut*]
boyfriend’s stepdad!Lloyd Hansen (ft. boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale)*
𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧; one shot: Lloyd Hansen x stripper!reader, possible dark undertones, gunplay*
Lloyd’s kinks (#kinky lloyd):
dacryphilia* | knife play* | gunplay* | exhibitionism* | mhm balls* | you’re needy*
𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞; mini masterlist of limited Lloyd AUs for this party !!
Includes: 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 | 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝
#lloyd x bunny | #lloyd x brat | #lloyd x innocent!reader.
he corrupts you* | he takes you on vacation*
Prisoner!Lloyd (#prisoner!lloyd): concept | in his cell*
𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲; one shot: Lloyd Hansen x cat hybrid!reader, dark undertones, exhibitionism, mean!daddy!lloyd*
Demon!Lloyd (#demon!lloyd): his forked tongue* | fic concept
pervy gymnast coach!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!reader alone at the gym* | through your leotard* | punishment: stationary bike*
professor!Lloyd Hansen & professor!Ari Levinson: good dom, bad dom*
(#assassin!reader)*
The Hansen Twins (#hansen twins): Lloyd Hansen & Mr. Freezy
Bully!Lloyd x cute nerd!virgin!reader (#bully!lloyd)
by the Lloyd Hansen enthusiast anon: sneaking onto Lloyd’s private beach* | you fuck up a mission*
Lloyd Hansen x captive housewife!reader*
#petplay au
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withlovefromsimtown · 2 months
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Lifa's Life Update (+Sims Progress)
Well it's been a minute, but We're still here & I don't mind.
Things roughly in order:
I fully remapped onto a custom SC4 terrain & rebuilt an entire Sims 2 BG neighborhood to update it to UC (any guesses?), started working on clothing defaults for the aforementioned neighborhood.
Started 2 huge TS2 projects that I may someday finish, completely unrelated to all of that, because I was in Milkshape & I can't control myself.
Had my partner's friends over A LOT, like it seemed like every couple weeks for awhile someone would be crashing in the guest room. (They're my friends too they just... started off as partner's friends lol.)
Barbecued & grilled a lot, because friends & food.
Went to a VNV Nation show with my friend (things that are on the Elder Goth Bucket List lol), made a whole Yeet Weekend outta it & also went to Ikea, Fivebelow, Spirit Halloween, a local outdoor market, & a snowcone stand.
The fucking holidays.
Got sick, part 1.
Surprise, my cat has diabetes & needs 2x daily insulin shots!
More of the fucking holidays.
Got sick, part 2.
2x/month cat checkups to check blood sugar & adjust the dose, for like 3 months.
TX freezes, local friend doesn't have sufficient insulation or central heating in their home to deal with the temps, because TX, & comes to stay with me (with their cat) for a week because I have central heating.
During that week that my friend was here, Mr Diabetes Cat decided to a) eat all the dry kibble out of every bowl, b) refuse wet food at shots time because he was full of dry kibble, & then c) throw up kibble & turn around & pee all over my carpet right after throwing up, which resulted in him not getting his shots that night--they have to be given with food---& getting scheduled an urgent vet visit in the morning. (He's fine, just expensive.)
On the day it actually warmed up outside before it went back to 20 degrees, friend & I did a mini-hike together. We also had food from the Generic Asian Cuisine place (yeah I know, it's Texas though) where we got Pho, Lumpia, & a tofu stir-fry.
I regret having to work during the freezy times, unfortunately.
Partner obtained me a uhh... knockoff Steamdeck handheld? Rog Ally? so I can keep Win7 on my monster computer & also play my dumb ancient murder-aliens 4x RTS game on Steam that I like, but I haven't fixed my mods for it to play it, because I...
Got sick, part 3.
While sick, took Mr Diabetes Cat to his very last 2-week checkup; we're on 3-month checkup schedules now! Because he's stable! Yay!
The entire house is a disaster & I'm still not 100% but I'm back to cooking/cleaning a bit between work at least.
Working on more of the necessary clothing defaults for the TS2 neighborhood I redid.
Planning for March when the entire zoo needs to be vetted again for vaxxing, just gonna wrap the diabetes checkup into that & do everyone's bloodwork at that time also unless something drastic happens. (We do like 2-3 cats at a time over the course of 2 weeks, & then the dog on her own, we're not like... hauling a van of animals to the vet all at once...)
Need to get some of the soft mesh transportation prisons for the cats before then, because the big crate with the lid is about to disintegrate.
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2022 Kinktober Masterlist
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Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!
Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​
Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️
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Day 1: 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 🔥🕸️👿
Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙
Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙
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 🔥
Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙
Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿
Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader  🔥👿🕸️
Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
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 🌙🔥👿
Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year
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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 4
Summary:  Robert and Cherry talk
Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Robert X Cherry
Rating:  mature
Warnings:  language, branding, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  3.3K
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“Dada,” Robert stares up at the ceiling in the bedroom, holding your sleeping body closer to his.  “Dada, hi!” Sundae squeals ring through the monitor.  Cherry was always the one that would get up with her.  It was their morning routine for him to hear that sweet voice on the monitor, and sleepily walk into her bedroom.
“Dada,” her voice sounds a bit more pitiful, and you open your eyes, looking up at Robert.  “Dada.  Aye, Dada!”
“Robert, you gotta realize, she’s a baby.”
“Pretty Girl, I’m not mad.  You get you some clothes on, and I’m going to get my other pretty little girl.  And I want to talk to you about something,” you nervously sit up, not quite sure what he could possibly be wanting to talk about.  He didn’t have that angry look on his face as he walks out with only boxers on, and you slip on a loungy shirt and shorts.
“Aye!” Sundae squeals.  She couldn’t walk, but she could hold herself up in the crib.  Bending her knees and bouncing up and down when she sees Robert.  Her mouth opening and closing before struggling to get out, “Pop.  Pop.  Pop.  Pop,” leaning forward to bite on her crib.
“Did you just give me a name?” You smile, sitting on the bed.  Lifting your knees up to your chest as you listen to him.  “Are you calling me Pop?”
“Yesh,” she starts bouncing up and down before holding her hands up, and falling onto the mattress, “Oh!  Pop.  Pop.  Pop!  Hi.”
“So I’m Pop.  Makes sense.”
“Dada?” She holds up both her hands in question, looking around Robert’s body to the door.
“That is what we got to talk to your mom about.”
“Mommy!”
“Okay.  Okay, let's grab a diaper, wipes, and the baby, and we’re going to see your mommy,” rolling your eyes because of course Robert didn’t want to change her.  He carries a sleepy eyed baby into the bedroom, and she wiggles around in his arms making grabby hands at you.  
Handing you the baby and supplies, he sits on the opposite end of the bed, watching you and Sundae.  The way she was staring up at you with her bright eyes, chewing on her hand.  Her chunky little legs flip her over once her diaper is in place, and she squeezes her hand at you.  
“What is that?” Robert asks, and you let her crawl closer to you.  “What is she doing?”
“Baby sign language.  She wants milk,” crawling into your lap, she’s the one that lifts up your shirt, and Robert just stares.  “Cherry thought sign language was a good thing to implement.  Especially when her speech is limited.  She can tell us when she’s hungry, or hurt, and even if she wants more of something.”
“That’s incredible.  You two really did a good job with her,” you tilt your head to the side, giving him a soft look.  “Last night didn’t go the way I hoped it would,” that was an understatement.  Last night was a fucking disaster.  “He was trying to make you jealous.”
“Yeah, it worked.  Worked on a baby as well.”
“And it won’t happen again.  Cherry can say what he wants to me, but you are out of the question.  And Sundae didn’t ask for any of this shit.”
“Freezy baby, you were doing so good with your swearing.”
Robert is the one who was smiling now.  He never imagined this life that you had given him.  Never could have foreseen a woman in his life.  Just one, and he is completely satisfied.  He definitely never saw himself openly willing to share his woman with another man.  But it wasn’t just sex between you and Cherry.  The two of you had created a bond, and love in between you.  He had become Sundae’s father.  As much as Robert wanted to be pissed.  He was thankful.
“I want to talk to Cherry.  Just me and him.  Not include you or Sunny because it gets you both upset.  Pretty Girl, you understand I would do any fucking thing for you, right?  That extends over to our daughter that is sucking so fucking loud on your tit.  Damn girl, is it that good?” She slaps at her chubby little leg when Robert gets a dastardly look, “I need to test it out to make sure it isn’t poisonous.”
“No, you need to go talk to our friend.  Our partner.”
“Did you teach her to say Pop?”
Sundae unlatches from you, sitting up to look at her Pop, and you give her mouth a little wipe, pulling down your shirt, and she scoots closer to Robert, “It was Cherry’s idea,” Robert cocks his eyebrow up looking at you, “After she called him dada, it became his mission to heavily show her pictures of you, and say your name was Pop.  She must have just put that together this morning.  Huh, darling.  Say Pop.”
Her mouth opens and closes, trying to get the sound out when she just blurts, “Pop!  Dada!”
“Even she knows that there’s supposed to be two of you.  So, now that you realize that last night was a disaster, why don’t you see if you can bring him back home.  In an actual relationship with us.”
“Yeah, I don’t like the way that sounds.  We share you and the baby.  I’m the husband, he’s the boyfriend,” Sundae gives him a little hand clap, her mouth lifting in a pretty little smile.  “And tell mama I got to try those titties later tonight.”
“Robert, do not talk about that in front of our daughter.”
“She’s a baby.  She doesn’t know what I’m fucking talking about.”
“Uck.  Uck.  Uck,” you narrow your eyes looking at Robert as Sundae repeats Robert’s favorite word.
“I’ll quit talking like that in front of her, but when it’s just us, and a possible Cherry boy, oh, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”
“Uck.  Uck.  Uck,” she was already learning her Pop’s harsh way of speaking, and you couldn’t have that.  Waving your hand to shoo Robert away, you decide today would be the day that you unteach your daughter the word fuck.  “Uck.  Uck.  Aye!”
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Robert slings his hand in the doorway, stopping Cherry from closing it in his face.  “What do you want, Robert?”
“To talk.  That bitch fucking here?”
“No.  Nobody is here,” Cherry steps away, walking back into this dump of a motel, flopping back on the bed.
“No bodily fluids were left on this fucking bed?”
Cherry looks back at Robert, glowering at him, “Not from me.  What do you want?”
“Last night was a terrible fucking idea. I should have listened to my…um, to Pretty Girl.  She just wanted all of us to talk.”
“About what?” Cherry goes from laying flat on the bed, to sitting up.  His hand rubbing over his belly while he yawns.  “I slept like shit.”
“Because you’re used to sleeping in my damn bed.”
“Here we go.  Thought you wanted to talk, but you’re wanting to stake your territory.  I got it.  She’s yours.  Why do you think I brought a woman?  I can’t do this Robert.  I can’t be the side piece.  The third wheel.  I can’t know that I spent months with that woman.  Watched her body change, and held her hand while she pushed out your daughter, but she became my daughter, too.  That baby means just as much to me as her.  So I’m either in, or I’m out.”
“Would you shut your fucking pie hole for a goddamn minute?  Shit.  I talked with her, and Sundae agreed, we’re ready for you to come home.”
Cherry yawns, rubbing the back of his head, while he thinks.  Ground rules needed to be set sooner rather than later.  He tried to have sex with that woman last night, but she wasn’t you.  Politely called her a car to take her home while he drowned his sorrows in a bottle of Jack.  All he wants is to go home.  Be with you and see his daughter, “It’s not that simple.”
“Make it that fucking simple.”
“It’s not that easy.  What is Sundae to me?”
“Don’t be a son of a bitch.  That baby is your daughter.  She fucking calls you dada.  Is that what you fucking wanted to hear?  She’s your daughter, but she’s also mine.”
“Was that hard?” Cherry gives him a smile, but there is still more that needs to be discussed.  “I’m not sleeping upstairs in my old room.”
“Fine.  Go the fuck on.  What else?”
“There has to be some understanding that I don’t want just sex.”
“What do you fucking mean by that?”
“I’m a sensitive kind of guy.”
“Yeah, no fucking shit.”
Cherry gives him a laugh, twisting his head to pop his neck.  The crack makes Robert gag a bit.  For someone who was a professional murderer, he had some odd things that made him sick to his stomach.  “What I mean is I like quick little kisses.  I like holding her just because.  I can tell when she’s had a bad day and just wants to cuddle.  And I can’t be walking past her for a hug, kiss, and an ass squeeze if you’re going to growl at me.  If we’re doing this, I’m all in.  All of me.  All of my body, and all of my heart.”
“I don’t want your fucking body near me, unless were fucking double penetrating her.  There’s nothing between me and you.  You fucking get that, right?  Like if our cocks fucking touch, it’s because we’re stretching her tight light cunt over two cocks, or she’s sucking on both of us.  Or fucking shit!  Stretching that ass over two dicks!”
“Easy.  I don’t want to fuck you anyways.  She would have all of my body and heart.  And I know, we’re sharing her, but I want equal opportunity.  And as hot as it is for us both to destroy her, you know it’s okay for just one of us, right?  And it can’t always be you.  Sometimes you gotta let me have solo time.  And not just with you stroking your cock in the corner, but you watching our baby, while I make sweet love to her.  This only works if we’re all on the same page.  I will share a bed with you.  That bed upstairs can be for when it’s one of our birthday’s or something.  Or for another kid, or…I don’t know.”
Robert breathes deeply, thinking closely about everything that Cherry had told him.  It was only fair that everyone was equal with you.  Feelings were involved, and they were so much deeper than genitals.  Even if he could shove his cock pretty deep in your cunt.  
“You know what you son of bitch, let’s go home, and we need to talk with my…our fucking Pretty Girl.  We’ll figure it out.  What I do know is that Sundae was asking for you this morning.  She got me, called me Pop.  And Pretty Girl — she fucking needs you.  Last night was horrendous, but she needs you.  She needs all of you.  So I guess this is where we are.”
“Yeah.  Let’s go home.”
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“Hey darling,” you coo over at your daughter who was bouncing up and down, holding on to the couch.  Looking towards the door, and making grabby hands.
“Dada.  Pop,” she looks back at you, cheesing, and then looking back at the door.
“You hear the car pull up,” she gives you a head nod looking towards the door.  Hearing the door knob turn, she gives a little squeal, and when Cherry and Robert walk in together, her hands drop from the couch.  Giving one step forward.  “Oh my god,” you whisper, putting a hand over your mouth.
“Dada,” she squeals, lifting her hands up, and almost losing her balance.  Getting a determined look on her face when she takes another step.  “P-p-Pop!” A giggle comes out of her mouth before taking two quick steps, and crashing to the floor.  “Uh-oh!”
Deciding she gets somewhere quicker when crawling, her little legs shuffle her to the men, and she looks between the two of them.  “Yay!”
“I think she fu…she told us what she wanted,” Robert walks over to you for a chaste little kiss.
“And what’s that?” Cherry leans over, picking up his little girl.  He might not have helped create her, but he loved her like she was his own.  He holds her so tightly, as she pets and slaps around his face.  The moment of him refusing her, and leaving completely forgotten for her, but for Cherry it still remained.  He could still see her angelic face as she cried for him.  Arms reaching out, and he like an ass, walked away.
“She wants you and Robert here,” you choke out, watching the two of them.  You couldn’t stay mad at him.  “So don’t be stupid.”
“So you’re my girlfriend now?” The corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk, and you try to remain calm.  Try to not think about how him and Robert being open and okay with you having both of them was making your entire body tingle.  
“It appears that way,” you would give all three of them the world if they asked you.  You felt as if your job was to keep them all happy.  “Thank you for coming back.”
“There’s only one last thing for me to do.”
“And what’s that?” He walks Sundae over to Robert before turning to you.  His hands playfully run around your neck, until he takes off your choker, and you look up at Robert, eyes already shining, and lip trembling.
“Pretty Girl, after today, you won’t wear that choker ever again,” reaching into his pocket, he hands you a lighter, and you look over at Cherry realizing what is happening.  “If you want him in our lives.  Make it official.  I’m going to take Sundae outside for a bit.  You two be careful.”
Cherry was already laying on the couch with his shirt off when you leave his side to find some tweezers, “Where do you want it?”
“On my neck,” you bite at your lip, looking at him was placing the charm where he wanted it, and you giggle, walking over to him.  Wrapping his arm around your thigh, “Sit on me,” with the knowledge that Robert was okay with this coupling…tripling, you straddle his body, and hold the charm with the tweezers.  His hands rub up under your dress, cupping your ass, while you wait for the metal to heat up.
“You remember when Robert and I got our brands?”
“I do.  You were just this scared sweet thing.  And if I recall, that’s the first time I got to play with this pretty pussy.  I tasted your sweet honey,” you swat his hand from traveling up the front of your dress, and turn to look at him.  “We’re gonna need a bigger bed.”
With a devilish grin, you press the ice cream cone charm up against his skin, grabbing onto an empty vase, you add pressure to the metal, while he seethes.  “Hurts worse than you thought, huh?”
“It’s worth it.  Pretty Girl, it’s cooled down.”
Letting the charm drop off his skin, you give his chest a smack, “And don’t you ever make our daughter cry like that again.  She was inconsolable.”
“I don’t need to hear this.”
“Yes, you do.  You should have talked to us then.  You…you brought a stupid bitch here, and Sundae was confused.  This branding doesn’t change what you did.  You…you whore.”
“Aww,” his hand coasts under your dress, letting his finger rub over your mound, “I am a whore, but nothing happened with that woman.  I’m a whore just for you, and I wanted — I wanted to make you hurt, and then I hated myself for that, and then with Sundae…that hurt.  But I either wanted all of you and her, or none of it.  I can’t be the other man.”
“You weren’t to us,” he tilts his head to the side, and you couldn’t deny that you had led him to believe it was always going to be Robert.  That there wasn’t anything that could change how you felt about him.  Making Cherry feel it was an either or.  “You should have talked to all of us.  You got pissy.”
“I got pissy because Robert is possessive.  We’ll go over some rules, because I want this to work.  He wants it to work, and I’m going to guess you do, too.  And yeah, I should have waited, and not jumped into railing your ass when he got back.  I fell in love when you were pregnant, and the thought of him getting all that I had fallen for, it hurt.  I couldn’t think normally because I just hurt.  And now my damn neck hurts.  This needs to be cleaned, and I would like to spend some time with…Sundae.”
“She’s our daughter.  Yours, mine, and Robert’s.  And eventually…I might have persuaded Robert with a great blowjob, but our next baby is biologically yours.  I want you to have the same experiences as him, and he as you.  He missed out on all of Sundae’s early life, and my pregnancy.  He loves her, too,” Cherry nods his head, moving the hand that was palming you to your thighs again with a smile.  “He’s a good dad.  I don’t want you to think he isn’t. He adores her, and he wants the best for her.  And you need cleaned, and we’re going to play with our daughter.”
“And later we’re going to play with…”
“Sleep.  Mama is tired because she didn’t get any sleep last night because she was pissed off at you.  So daddy, let’s get you cleaned up, so we can see Pop.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Cherry grunts sitting up while you get the first aid kit.  
“Taking your shirt off was so unnecessary,” you slowly start cleaning him off, finishing with a soft kiss to his new brand.  Burned into his skin was the same mark that adorned yours and Robert’s skin.  “And I still want to wear the choker sometimes.  It’s cute.”
“Let’s go spend some time with Miss Sundae Pronge.  Maybe the next baby can be Blueberry or Raspberry, or Blossom.  Cherry and Blossom.”
“Maybe the next baby is a boy.”
“Reese’s pieces!  Graham cracker!”
“Why do the children need to be named after food,” Robert looks back at the two of you.  Sundae holds her hands while she bounces up and down with a cadence of Pop on her lips.  “Maybe he’s just…”
“Pie!  Cherry pie.”
“Most definitely not.  Tell your daddy and pop that if you have a brother his name is not pie,” Sundae just smiles, her sweet little face looking between the three of you, “She’s happy.  She’s at peace since we’re all together.”
And she was.  The way she moved her head back and forth looking between her daddy and her pop with the brightest smile, made those two men weak.  She had the two of them wrapped around her tiny, but chubby fingers.  Her scrunchy nose smile makes them ooh and ahh and at her.  Robert stands up, leading her to the grass, and grabs her hand.  She holds up her free hand for Cherry, and the three of them start walking around the backyard.  This could work.  And they would make it work for her, but also for you.  
You were going to have your hands full with the two of them, but it was definitely worth it.  You felt an ease engulf you.  Comfortable here with them.  Your family.  Your everythings.  You were sure there was going to be disagreements, especially with their two loud personalities.  But it was going to be worth it.  It was going to be work, and you were willing to work on it.  For them.
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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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SDAU, Grumpy Grizzly, Shot Down
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“Yeah right, like anyone would ever want to date him.”
“It’s not a date, Madeline,” the girl grumbled, “not a real one…just say yes.  It’s an invite to a Rho party.”
“I don’t care!” she squeaked, looking away from her teammate, “I am not going to a party on Lee Bodecker’s arm.  He’s a pig and an asshole…”
“Most Rhos are,” her friend reminded her, “Just do it. Come on. You know they throw legendary parties.”
“You’re only saying that because Barnes invited you.”
“Yeah?” she asked, “What’s your point?”
“There’s nothing wrong with him!”
“He’s an asshole too!”
“But at least he’s hot,” she growled, pushing her friend lightly, “Bodecker is just…ugh…I don’t want to go into this with you…why couldn’t someone like Everett ask me?”
Her friend scoffed, “you want to fight that tigress that he’s had on his arm the past few weeks, kudos for you…”
“You get what I mean,” she groaned looking back away from her friend, “Curtis is a bear…but he’s thick in the right ways…Lee…isn’t.”
“Whatever Kia,” her friend replied with a laugh, “but I can’t pull any strings to get you in.  So it’s either Bodecker or nothing.”
“I think I’ll choose nothing!”
“I uh…I’m still here, you know,” Lee growled, growing angrier by the second as he glared at the two women who had proceeded to have the conversation as though he would somehow disappear.  They both looked at him, the chatty parrot shifters tinging pink as they became embarrassed.  Lee bit his lip and shrugged them off, “Whatever…I was trying to be nice because Buck asked your fucking friend, you uptight cunt.  You’re a stuck-up bitch with no ass.”
Before she could even so much as gasp in shock, Lee had skated off towards his teammates who were actively working on their defense. 
“Don’t worry man…I’ll make sure Buck uninvites that bitch,” Curtis said, hitting Lee’s shoulder, “that was fucking brutal to watch.”
“Or we can embarrass the fuck out of both of them?” Pronge smirked, his gaze shifting to the two parrots who were still gawking at him.  Lee looked away; his ego heavily bruised, “I can have em regretting talking about you like that.  They’ll be the talk of the campus…you know…next, after fucking Alana..”
“Fucking bitches,” he groaned, more to himself than his brothers, “why do you guys keep making me ask girls to our parties?  The only ones that say yes end up ditching me halfway through em anyways!”
“You’ll find a girl, Lee,” Curtis said hopefully, “I-I can see if Adriana made any cute little omega friends in her classes if you want…invite them for you?”
Lee shook his head, unable to handle the thought that he couldn’t get his own date so his friends had to do it for him, “Guys, I-“
“I’m gonna fuck that girl up.” Pronge decided, skating over to the two figure skaters who were still on the edge of the rink.  Curtis watched as the girl blushed, and quickly nodded her head.
“You cool with what he’s doing?” Curtis asked briefly, “I’ll put his ass in line if you’re not…”
“You know there’s no stopping Freezy when he gets his mind set on something...fuck you know how he acted out last week with that human he was dating.”
Curtis put his hand warmly over his friend’s shoulder, “we’ll get you a nice little obedient omega, Lee…don’t worry about it, sheriff.”
Lee gave a sad smile to his friend, and president of his frat, “r-really…it’s not necessary, Curtis…I think I’ll just hang out in my room and drink alone.  Maybe get some studying done…I don’t know…but I-”
“Be a man, Lee!” Curtis exclaimed, cutting his friend off while reciting their motto to the alpha.  He punched the chest plate of his friend’s padding to emphasize that he needed to man up, “we’ll get you your obedient little thing and you’ll be cuffing her to your bed, knotting the little slut before you know it!”
“Curt-“
“I’m gonna get you laid this year buddy!” Curtis smiled, cutting his friend off, “I found my mate and I’m not just going to leave you in the dust.  You’ve been my best friend since we were knee high, Lee…den brothers.”
“Den brothers!”  Lee groaned as his friend skated away.  He knew Curtis wasn’t joking.  The two of them really had been friends since they were cubs, and Curtis always watched out for the chubby alpha, making sure that despite his quiet exterior, no one ever took advantage of him.  But Curtis had something in common with his best friend that bonded them since they were cubs; regardless of how quiet Lee was; he had just as bad a mean streak as Curtis.  They’d even joked when they were kids that they’d find their mates around the same time and they’d be ‘den brothers,’ making sure that they had kids together that became best friends just like them. 
Any time Curtis had a girlfriend, he made sure Lee was taken care of too, and now that he had his mate, he was going to make sure that Lee had the same.  Lee was grateful, deep down, knowing that despite how people looked at the two asshole alphas, they always had each other.  And then there was Pronge. 
He was like the red-headed step-child of their little friend group.  A lynx, adopted by bears Pronge was a weird mix of his own instinctual habits with the ones of his learned family.  He was chuckling as he skated back, “Uptight little bitch.”
“She say no to you too?” Lee asked hopefully.  Pronge shook his head and he frowned.
“No…but she wants to make sure I don’t ditch her at the party and leave her with you,” he smirked, “oh…I’m gonna fuck her up good.”  
Lee frowned.  Another small dig at his pride.  His bear rolled over in his mind, over what felt like the constant stream of rejection from women, “Pronge, can we maybe not talk about how women don’t want to be stuck with me for a few minutes?”
“Don’t worry buddy,” he smiled, “I’m gonna be her little date for the night then get her really fucked up and let the pledges have their way with her…she’s gonna be on the latest installment of Rho Girls Unhinged.”
Lee closed his eyes and put his hand over his forehead, instantly rubbing his temples from the oncoming migraine. 
“Listen…I understand that you’re doing this for me…but I’m a cop, Freezy,” he groaned, “you can’t tell me you’re going to drug a girl and let the freshies take turns knotting her while you film it without her consent.”
“Hey, hey!” he said slowly, holding his hands up in defense, “I know what you do, buddy…I never said any specifics…and drugs?  What drugs?”
“Pronge…”
“You have such a wild imagination, buddy,” Pronge grinned, tapping his friend on the back, “drugs…where would I even get such a thing?  Who does drugs?”
“Bobby, you’re the biggest dealer on campus.”
“PShhhh,” his friend laughed, shooting him a wink, “Lee, you’re crazy!”
“Freezy-“
“You want first shot at her?” he offered sneakily, “I can blur out your face if you want…your little cop buddies will never have to know.”
“You’re fucking gross,” he laughed, looking back to the rink entrance where the girls no longer stood, “you know that, right?”
“And yet they always keep coming back.  They wall want a taste of freezy.”
“SHERIFF!  FREEZY!” Curtis called from halfway down the rink, “STOP FUCKING AROUND!  WE HAVE TO PRACTICE!”
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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
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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.
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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.
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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This for Chris Evans characters 🤤
👀👀👀👀 mmmmmmm okay nonnie. Again these are my own feelings and beliefs. This is obviously all fiction and these characters can be whatever you want them to be. Let me know if I've missed your fave!
Jake Jensen- switchy service top, wants to please and loves a good roleplay.
Johnny Storm- a new Dom, lots of experience being a sub so is keen to learn, still switches sometimes.
Steve Rogers- soft, but strict Dom, he likes his rules and will punish his sub, aftercare king.
Curtis Everett- fronts as a big hard Dom (and can be if his partner is a brat), is actually quite soft in private.
Ari Levinson- big fat PLEASURE Dom, like Jesus Christ hold onto your hats pals.
Jake Wyler- a brat, a grade A brat.
Lloyd Hansen- hard Dom who doesn't like limits, regularly has his subs questioning life choices, not a healthy relationship but we love a toxic daddy (see Freezy').
Lucas Lee- switch, but Dom leaning, not the biggest giver, prefers a service sub, but he is a total brat when subbing.
Andy Barber- when you look up Daddy Dom in the dictionary it's a picture of Andy.
Ransom Drysdale- this bitch is a pillow princess and I refuse to hear otherwise, he is a sub who likes to pretend he is a Dom, but we all know he a sub.
Robert 'Mr Freezy' Pronge- mean hard Dom, doesn't do limits or safe words, slight primal Dom (see also Lloyd).
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stargazingfangirl18 · 9 months
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I'm so grateful you're back 🙏🏼 Things happened in the CE fandom while you were away and IYKYK and if you don't it's not my place to say anything cuz we all curate the fandom experience we want. But it's been very obvious that the fandom itself is, sort of, on its last legs. Huge fan blogs, fic writers, fan artists have all stepped away and interaction of a positive nature has practice disappeared. I do my best to separate art from the source but even I - who swore I'd always remain loyal to Steve Rogers and be inspired by Ransom/Lloyd - lost love for these characters that in the past brought me joy. You returning? Has sparked that love again. You treat Ari and Steve and Andy, and even Mr Freezy or Lloyd, with such care and reverence that I find myself swooning again. I admittedly have not been reading any fic or seeking anything out about these characters. But YOUR talent and reappearance has helped spark an interest again! I find myself smiling and fluttery again over all these characters I haven't allowed myself to think about for outside reasons. I hope this compliment is received as intended which is a thank you and bow to your immense talent. The way YOU love the characters comes through everything you write - even your dark stuff which I don't normally jive with but yours is SOFT dark and 🫠 - and I just am so incredibly thankful for your talent and willingness to share it. Siri, you're a writer that has the ability to infuse your emotions into words and transfer them to the reader and I'm just so blessed i found your works 🙏🏼
Omg you are such a beautiful, lovely, sweet bean, thank you so very much for this 🥺😭❤️
I’m not read in to whatever drama happened in the fandom while I was away, and to be honest, I don’t want to know.
I learned a long time ago, that as a fangirl, it was best for me and my mental health to be sure to separate the celebrity from the fictional characters. I am here to play with the fictional babes that I love and cherish and just have fun. I am here for the escape and entertainment of getting lost in story and hanging out with all of you while you do the same 😌
I have enough drama, angst, and negativity IRL that it’s the absolute last thing I want here. Unless it’s fic angst, ja feel?! 👀
I totally understand and respect that the shine may have worn off for others, and I hope those who have left the community have found something else that lights them up and brings them joy. For me, that’s still this fandom, these fictional babes, and all of you. ❤️
So thank you. I am so very grateful that I’m back and able to share all of the stories and babes that run rampant in my overactive hoe brain with you. And I’m tickled that I was able to renew some of your former fandom love!! Thank you again for this beautiful message and your kind, kind words. 🙏🏻❤️
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Out of our boys I feel like Chris is the most likely to let you put a face of makeup on him, while Bog is the least.
Like Chris will do it, if only because it makes MissMD happy and she's all smiley during and after
GC will his girl do it once or twice. Mainly because his girl is constantly going on about how pretty he is during it.
Freezy would take a lot of convincing and even then, he's very hesitant about it. He doesn't trust his girl that close to his eyes after he poked her eye on camera.
Bog just doesn't want to do it, there almost nothing that Mrs Bog could do to make him do it either. 👀👀
chris would look hawtttt, she would trial and error her new products and say he should feel privileged for that. however he will fly kick her phone out her hand if she even tries to take a photo. don’t even start me if it’s bbmd wanting to do this
george ?? he not winning this argument. will say no but will sit on the bed and almost fall asleep to the soft brush strokes on his face. the only person who gets sent the photo is em, his sister. is impressed by his looks. but also freaks out if he thinks arthur or alex is home and dives for the makeup wipes.
freezy will let her do it as long as she actually makes him look good and not a clown. he definitely facetimes chip and co. after to show off his lewk. feels hot as fuck. might even bring it up on the pod. flaunts it.
harry is wrestling his wife off him. endless threats all around while fighting her hands off. i will snap your makeup brushes in half mate. i will smash that pallette if you don’t get it out my face. i will punch you in the face if you touch me with that sponge and give me acne mate. negotiations could be made 🧐
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