#robert pronge

And it’s stalker!Freezy and his creampie 😶‍🌫️

Goood lorrrrd.

I’m just picturing how he finally pounces on you after weeks of watching you and following you.

Waiting until he knows you know you’re being stalked.

And you make the stupid mistake of walking home alone one night after your shift.

Bad kitty cat.

Before you even realize what’s happening, he has you pinned against an alley wall. His body presses to yours as he moves you further into the shadows.

Where no one will see you or hear you or help you 😩

He wastes no time at all in getting underneath your dress, shoving your panties aside, and stuffing you full of his cock.

Ruts against you like an animal. Doesn’t speak. Just a lot of low, deep groans and grunts.

He’s not gentle either. He wants you to feel him, now and for days after.

The primal sound he makes when he cums inside of you and pumps his seed as deep into your pussy as he can 🫥

He’s panting against your tear-stained cheek as he slowly pulls out. His gaze falls to watch his load trickle out of you and drip down your thigh.

“Don’t say I never gave you anything,” he taunts, giving a gristly laugh before shoving away from you and whistling a jaunty tune as he saunters back out onto the street and leaves your trembling self behind.

So he went off plan for this job. Instead of a quick, clean hit, he broke into your home one night and beat the shit out of your husband, your poor excuse of an alpha, and he made you watch. 

In fact, when you tried to help your husband, then tried to run when he told you to, Robert used an alpha command to stop you in your tracks.

He hummed at the sound of your sweet, distressed chirp, at the way your terror made your scent spike with something sour that he wanted to taste on his tongue all night long. 

“You’ve got two choices,” he told your husband. “You’re already dead in the water, cause my boss said so, but her,” he purred the word as he circled the desk chair he tied your husband to and moved closer to where you were trembling in the bedroom doorway, tears shining on your cheeks and your chest heaving with frightened, shallow breaths. 

“This pretty little thing,” Robert slithered, coming to a stop behind you and touching you for the first time, his big hands framing your hips and slowly wandering higher, until he was cupping your breasts and making you cry harder. “She wasn’t part of the plan or the hit. So here are your choices: one, I kill her and I make you watch and I make it hurt. Or two, I spare her life but claim her as my own omega.”

“No, please—“ is all you managed to get out before Robert slapped a hand over your mouth and yanked you back against his chest as you sobbed. 

Your gaze met your husband’s across the room and you shook your head, pleading with your eyes, telling him without words that you’d rather die—and be with him for whatever came next—than spend one more minute with this monster. 

Your husband released a trembling breath, sweat and blood from the cut on his head gathering at his hairline as he answered, “Don’t kill her, please.”

At the sound of your muffled wail and the way your knees buckled, your husband choked out a broken, “Forgive me, omega. I’m so sorry.”

“Was hoping he’d go with option two,” Robert rumbled as he shoved you toward the bed and roughly threw you across the rumpled sheets. “It’s been a while since I’ve knotted an omega, and never one as pretty and sweet smelling as you, kitty cat.”

The way he tore your nightgown off was nothing short of violent, and when you tried to kick him, to crawl away and escape, he just laughed and wrangled you back to him with a big hand at the back of your neck. 

He shoved your face into the sheets hard, so hard you couldn’t breathe, and you realized that was exactly what he wanted. He was slowly suffocating you until your struggles ceased and you went pliant with a broken sob. 

“Good girl,” Robert praised against your ear, giving your ass a harsh slap before ripping your panties off and shoving your legs wide open. “Mmmm, look at that sweet, omega pussy. Can’t wait to break in this pretty hole and fuck you till you’re brimming with my cream, omega.”

You mewled and jolted as he slapped your cunt before the bed shifted and you heard the metal clink of his belt, the soft whir of his zipper. When his hands framed your hips and yanked you back against him, you could feel the hot, heavy drag of his cock against your ass, the warm stickiness of his pre-cum staining your skin. 

Then his hand reached for you, his touch surprisingly soft as he turned your head until your hot cheek was pressed against the bed and your distraught gaze met your husband’s. 

“Gotta give him a front row seat to your ruin, kitty cat. Want him to see how you look taking my cock, cumming around my knot, calling me alpha.”

“No, please,” you trembled, shuddering as Robert curled over you, nuzzling along your neck—lingering at your mating gland—scenting you then gently nipping at your skin, hard enough to make you chirp.

You could feel him smile against your cheek before he licked away the track of your tears, turned his face your husband’s way, and drove his cock into you hard enough to make you scream.

“Mmmm,” Robert hummed, eyes rolling back in his head as he rutted until he bottomed out, until you were weeping beneath him and clawing at the sheets, begging him to stop. “Nothing quite like a tight omega pussy.”

His hips retreated briefly before he plowed into you again, lingering with an obscene groan as he gave your ass a hard smack before his fingers dug into your flesh, pulling your cheeks apart so he could watch as he fucked in and out of you a few more times. 

Another hard stroke, with his fingers swirling over your clit, had him purring as you failed to stifle a moan and clenched around him hard, your body growing slick without your permission and silently egging him on. 

Robert laughed, giving another deep thrust. “Fit like a fucking glove, kitty cat. Can’t wait to stretch this pussy out with my knot. Then I’m gonna sink my teeth into that sweet soft throat of yours. I'm gonna really make you mine before snapping your husband’s neck and whisking you away forever.”

And he did.

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Tonight, however? It was one of his favorite types of nights. 

He was feeling relaxed after a new job well done and a sizable pay check. He even let you out of the basement and upstairs, lounging back on the sofa now as you sucked him off. 

And you were so good at taking orders and letting him use you however he wanted, because he was less likely to really hurt you if you were compliant.  

So when he let you up to catch your breath, smearing the leaking, spit covered tip of his cock all over your lips and cheeks while grunting, “Want you all sloppy and desperate for me, kitty cat,” you listened. 

You took him all the way down your throat until you were gagging and tears and drool were leaking down your face. 

Robert moaned your name, big hand falling to the back of your head and holding you in place as he harshly rutted his hips until the obscene sound of him using your delicate throat was rising up around you both. 

You whined, clenching your thighs together as you felt your slick leaking down your legs because he didn’t let you wear panties. 

Robert let you up for air just as he was about to cum, cradling the side of your face as he hissed, “You know what I want.”

And you did. 

So you finished him off with your hand, opening your mouth wide and aiming his cock at your face, eyes fluttering as Robert’s sticky cream bursted across your face in warm streams. 

You hummed at the salty tang of him on your tongue as some of his seed made its way into your mouth, blinking owlishly at him as he gazed at you with dark eyes as you knelt between his legs, covered in him, like a good little pet. 

“Thatta girl, you know exactly what you were made for, huh?” He cooed at you, smearing his cooling cum against your cheek with his thumb. 

You leaned into his touch with a breathy, “Yes,” and Robert grinned. 

“Mmm, I think you deserve a treat for being so good for me,” he petted your head as he continued, “On your knees and spread those cheeks wide for me, kitty cat. I know how much you love it when I ruin your tight little asshole with my mouth.”

Heat bloomed in your face as you dropped your gaze, even as more slick oozed from your core, because he was right. 

You did love it. 

Robert’s knowing laugh was rough and raspy as he nudged you toward the floor. “Go on, I’ll even fuck your slutty little hole with my cock after, fill you up and watch my cum dribble out of that pretty little rosebud.”

Moaning—and shamelessly so—you eagerly turned away from Robert, assuming the position, and feeling your cunt clench with excitement as you spread yourself wide open, just for him, like a good girl.

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