#dark!mr freezy smut

[babyjakes]

devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

warnings | extremely dark, the darkest thing i've ever written (we've entered dead dove do not eat territory; please heed ALL warnings.) canon-level mature themes: kidnapping, torture films, murder. implications that reader will be killed. robert is cold and ruthless. innocent!virgin!reader. filming of illicit sex tape. reader is blindfolded and gagged. restraints. medfet elements: robert's little setup is giving vintage white tile exam room, exam table, stirrups, those gd black gloves, speculum use. clit focus (puff puff content incoming.) vibrator. multiple forced orgasms. squirting. overstimulation. mocking and degradation. robert puts a cig out on reader's leg. written in 3rd person idk.

word count | 1,485

an | i'm kind of sitting here like wtf, ,, what is this and how did it come out of me lol. a little nervous to post, but i trust you guys to make responsible decisions about the media you consume!!! i'll probably never write something this fucked up again but for whatever reason it was just flowing out of me tonight folks, please again i'm begging you go read the warnings, like a second time through wouldn't hurt lol, and i hope you enjoy!!

Bringing its bitter end to his lips, Robert used one hand to draw in a deep breath of his dwindling cigarette, the other lazily holding a black magic wand in its designated place. He was nearly an hour into the day's filming session, and his subject was reaching a level of exhaustion and misery that made her more annoying to play with than anything else. But knowing he needed to milk at least a little more footage out of her before putting her back under and calling it a day, the man kept at the task. He tried to remind himself that he should be enjoying himself; considering the kinds of commissions he generally had to choose from, this particular case was a treat. A pretty little virgin, as soft and pure as the early spring rain, with the most stunning body the criminal had ever had the privilege of defiling. He could spend another thirty minutes at his station, watching as all the life and dignity were drained out of his poor little victim like blood dripping to the cold tile floor.

Through the musty cloth rammed between her battered lips, the poor girl's cries were escalating as her tormentor swirled the curve of the wand's slick bulb over her burning clit. Robert knew what her worsening wails meant; with a callous grin, he pulled his cig from his mouth just in time to press its smoking end to the girl's inner thigh as she came. With the howl she let out, he was thankful for the buffer the gag provided. "Noisy little bitch," he laughed as her juices sprayed out against his gloved hands. "That's it, slut. Fucking take it."

Glancing at the camcorder sitting off to his side, Robert considered his options. As much satisfaction as he derived from seeing how many orgasms could be wrung out of the poor thing before her body knocked her out as an act of mercy, his sadistic tendencies were getting bored of the monotony. Tossing the used cigarette to the floor, the man slowed the wand to a stop. He rolled away slightly on his stool, tossing the condom that was wrapped over the toy's head into the large black trash bag sitting in the center of the large room's floor. This far into his career, Robert had his methods down to a science. There was a way to keep everything clean, everything untraceable.

It was the whole purpose of his "worksite"; it provided a secure, controlled environment for the entire job to take place in, from start to flatline finish. The "set" was by far his favorite portion of the space, and understandably so, as it's where his sick imagination got to run wild for hours, days on end. And his clients were just as enthusiastic about the vivid stage he had put together for their subjects to shine on. It was somewhat inspired by a vintage gynecology office. He had the classic off-white exam table, equipped with a daunting pair of metal stirrups that were always positioned just a little wider than what would be comfortable. A sturdy set of restraints were of course a must, and to make sure the camera picked up on every agonizing detail, he had installed an adjustable surgical light overhead that could be aimed and drawn in to illuminate any area or action he chose. He hadn't struggled to gather all the tools and instruments he could ever want, either. A few of his buyers were licensed professionals themselves, opening the door to acquiring inventory from the big-name brands in bulk.

The other corners of the room had their designated uses as well: one with a filthy mattress for the unconscious victims to waste away on as heavy drugs pumped through their systems, another with large plastic sheets covering the floor, walls, and ceiling where the poor souls were hosed down (inside and out) before a bullet to the temple inevitably ended their long days of suffering. But most of their waking hours were spent on that dreaded padded table, the very spot where Robert's most recent capture was using the few moments he spent away from his station desperately trying to regain control of her breathing.

He returned to his position swiftly after switching out his soiled pair of black gloves for fresh ones, not wanting to waste any of his or his client's time. The sight of the girl's abused sex was enough to make the man drool; it had been quite some time since he had seen such a marvelous-looking cunt, so glorious in its messy destruction. Knowing he should share the beautiful sight, he took the time to adjust the camera, zooming in from a full-body shot to focus solely on the spot between the victim's legs. With the humiliating inspection he was preparing to perform, he wanted to be sure his buyer got to see each drop of come the poor girl let out, every twitch and spasm he would pull from her helpless body.

"Now let's see here," the man breathed as he brought his gloved fingers up to gently spread out the ruined-looking pussy before him. Noticing the way his subject winced as her puffy folds were pried open, he couldn't help but laugh in dark delight. He drew his attention to her throbbing clit, noting how much it had grown in size from all those unwanted orgasms he had forced out of her. Its hood was completely retracted, leaving the poor bud exposed to the open air. In a moment of perverted curiosity, Robert pinched the hardened nub harshly between his fingers, earning the prettiest sob he had heard from the girl all day. He chuckled once more, rolling and pulling at the knot of flesh for a few more seconds of additional torture before finally moving his hands away.

"What do you think? Should we try for one more?" he mused mockingly as he grabbed a plastic speculum from one of the drawers built in beneath the table, unwrapping it and tossing its trash to the side before pausing to grin deviously over his victim. Glancing up at her head, he realized it was still covered with a black hood he had put on her at the beginning of the shoot. The buyer had requested for her to be blindfolded like this for a decent portion of the film, offering the explanation that she was "afraid of the dark," and that he wanted to see her in as much pain and fear as humanly possible. The hood had served its purpose for the day, but now, Robert wanted the poor girl to see each and every way he was going to be violating her body in real time. In one swift motion, he reached up and pulled the pocket of fabric away, exposing her stunning tear-stained face. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted viciously. Just as he was hoping, her cries worsened as she saw the dreaded tool in his hands. He had a certain liking for holding up the devices he was preparing to use to see his victim's reactions; after all, he got off on fear and dread just as much as his clients did.

"Time to open up this pretty little cunt and see what kind of damage we did," the man enthused as he forced the tip of the instrument into the girl's drenched opening. By now, she had been well stretched out and ruined by her captor's horrific methods. Grappling with his usual lack of restraint and self-control, Robert had barely made the drive back with the girl tied up in his trunk without pulling over and popping that perfect little cherry on his own time, without a single camera properly rolling.

Turning the speculum as it was fully inserted, the man took great pleasure in squeezing the handle to force the tool open, each tiny click that sounded only stretching the poor thing's aching walls out to a further, more painful degree. "There," he sighed in satisfaction as the last notch was reached. Pulling his hands away, he gave himself and the camera a few seconds to enjoy the view of the girl's milky insides, so worn and sore from the days of torture she'd endured.

"Alright. One more," he finally hummed, using his gloved fingers to collect some of the plentiful slick dripping from the speculum before dragging them up to find that adorable little button he loved bullying so much. Her fading sobs were revived in an instant, her throat growing hoarse from all the screaming she'd done. But as much as she cried, Robert was determined to get one final orgasm from her before putting her back under for the day. After spending so much time making that pretty pussy as puffy and sensitive as possible, he deserved to see it coming all stretched out painfully over his instrument of choice.

[steviebbboi]

Okayyyyy— Prince is getting at me now 🥵

Poison Paradise AU: Bobby and Kitten

Last Updated: 02/11/2024

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!reader

Series Summary: Robert was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.

Series Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, violence, murder, occasional gore, domestic violence, no minors!

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2023 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

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

Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

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Andy Barber + Yandere + “Think an old man like me can keep up?” + conditioning/grooming.

[georgiapeach30513]

Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 4

Summary:  Robert tells you his rules

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, Soft!Dark!, Dark!, sexual rules, implied branding, divorce, threats, humiliation, possessiveness, punishment, oral sex, dry humping, swallowing, scratching, licking, squirting, degradation, choking, sex with an audience, pet names (Pretty Girl, Sir) 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.3k

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You lift your body off of him.  The softness in his eyes is no longer there.  They’re not completely darkened like when he speaks to Paul, but there’s no denying the intensity of his gaze.  “Maybe we should get up.  Let you think.” “No.  I don’t wanna be married to him.” “Still, I gotta get something for ya,” pulling the two of you up, he wraps his shirt back around you.  Taking care to button the shirt back up, and then rolls up the sleeves.  “Go sit down.  I’ll be right back.” Quickly he leaves the room.  You look around the room.  Should you continue these rules, you’re his.  The house upstairs is a stark contrast to the dank basement.  It’s clean.  Orderly.  Judging by the basement you would have assumed there would be stains and mold throughout the house, but no.  It’s pristine.  A look out the window, and even the lawn is carefully manicured.  There doesn’t seem to be any neighbors close by, must be why no one heard you scream.  

The furniture is stylish and modern.  “This could all be yours.”  The softness returns to his voice.  

In his hand is a long rectangular box.  “What’s that?” “It’s yours.  If you’re mine.”  Just to reiterate how much he adores you, his hands ghosts across your cheek.  His fingers wrap around your neck, pulling you close to kiss your forehead, on your nose, your chin, and then back up to your lips.

“Would I be able to tweak these rules a bit?” He ponders your question.  “Some…maybe.  Here’s what you need to understand, I’m the one in control.  I own you.  And with that I will give you whatever it is you desire.  If you follow my rules.  I ask for so little.  Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave.”  You’re not an idiot.  You know that it doesn’t make sense, and yet when you gave into him, you saw how he had taken such gentle care of you.  Was willing to beat your piece of shit husband to death, and stopped immediately when you asked him. “Okay.” Robert’s face scrunches up, “I’d like something better than that.  Here, sit.”  Leading you to the couch he walks over to the desk, grabbing up a piece of paper.  “It’s not a lot.  The rules are simple.  Shall I go on?”  you gaze up at him.  Mind racing on what to do.  If you choose not to stay, where would you go?  Paul would find you, and that scares you more.  Here you’re being offered safety.  A sanctuary.

“Yes.  Go on.  I’m ready…wait.  What do I get in return?” “Am I not enough?” his voice is lighthearted, and you can’t help but smile at him.  “Just kiddin’.  I’m offering you this house; you can change whatever it is that you want.  It’s yours, well ours.  I’m offering you safety.  And me.  I will consider your changes or add ons to the rules.  Does that sound fair?” “Yes.” “You’re ready to be mine?  If so, the divorce process starts tomorrow, and if you try to stretch the process out, or you don’t follow through, I will have him killed.  There will be no contact with him, unless I’m present.  I’d prefer to have anything you two say between the other through me.  I know people, and this divorce will happen quickly.  Once it’s finalized you have no reason to speak.  You have no kids.  He can fucking keep everything.”  He sits down on the couch beside you, placing his thick hand to rest on your thigh.

“I’m ready.  Go on.” Without a word he hands you the box.  Upon opening it you see a black velvet choker with the daintiest silver ice cream cone pendent on it.  “I wasn’t kidding about the collar.  However, this should be more appealing.”  He pulls it out of the box and places it around your neck.  Making sure it is tight against your neck.

“Why are you called Mr. Freezy?” “I’ve got me an ice cream truck.  I sell cones and pops to the local kids.”  You know that he’s not doing this for his job, or even out of the kindness of his heart.  He’s also not offering up more information.  “Here’s the deal with your collar, it stays on your neck.  If I catch it off of you, I’ll fucking burn the ice cream on your skin.”  You gulp, knowing that he means it.  “It’s the outward reflection of who owns you.”

You nod your head, wanting him to continue.  “You will not be out in public for any reason, unless I’m with you.  I don’t trust that fucking cuck.  Or anyone else for that matter.  I will be with you at all times in public.  When I’m not here there will be someone outside of the house to protect you.  He’s not allowed to talk to you and you don’t talk to him.  Understand?” “I understand.”  So far, none of the rules are unreasonable.

“After this rule, the rest are more personable.  I will not fucking tolerate you being a brat.  You talk back to me, or you push me, I will fucking punish you.” “What’s the punishment.” “Depends on what you do.  You’ll fucking take it too.  I suggest that you’re pliable.  I would never do anything to hurt you.  That’s why I won’t condone your mouth.  I’ll give you one get out jail free card…only one.”  You nod your head.  Normally you’re not a mouthy person.  Remembering how he was when you were tied up, you know he doesn’t like being denied or being ignored.  You should have figured this rule.

“Now, onto our sex rules.  I will not be denied sex.  I don’t care where the fuck we are or who the fuck is around?  When I want your tight pussy, I get it.  I won’t do anything to get us arrested, when I say I own you, I own her.  She’s mine just as much as you are.  You already fucking screamed out that I owned your pussy.  So do not deny me.  Because I will take what I want, and I won’t stop.” “Okay.  I think that’s fair.  Nothing that will get us arrested though.” “Never.  And I don’t do the be quiet bull shit.  I want to hear how good I make you feel.”  Both of you laugh.  “So, we’re clear, none of my cum is wasted.  It will either be in that cunt of yours, swallowing down your throat, and if it’s not, either you’re licking it up, or you’re eating it up with a spoon.” “I can do that.” “I know you can.  You’re my fucking whore.  You’re also a good girl.  Good girls get treated.  I won’t let anyone disrespect you.  You’re not a whore, you’re my whore.”

The way he speaks to you, how aggressive he is makes you heat up again.  Watching you squeeze your thighs together his hand roams further up your leg, sliding down until it meets your mound.  Your body reacting, your legs spread apart.  “Good girl.  Already so fucking wet just by me talking about how I own this pussy.  She’s mine, isn’t she?” “Yes.  She’s all yours.”

“My good little whore.  However,…” he pulls his hand away and you actually pout, “Don’t give me that look.  That’s borderline being a brat.  Don’t tell me you already broke a rule.”  Sitting up, and crossing your legs you pay attention.  “Don’t worry.  I will treat you like the fucking slut you are later.  While we’re on this topic, you don’t touch yourself.  Not unless I’m present and you ask for permission to touch yourself.  If you choose to break this rule, I’ll break you with orgasm after orgasm.”

Every part of you wants to cross your arms, but you don’t want to be a brat.  You want to be a good girl.  “That doesn’t sound so bad.” “How does thirty fucking orgasms in a row sound?  You think that pretty cunt could handle that?  Think that clit won’t be fucking swollen and sore?  I’ll fuck into you with a toy so hard you’ll go dumb.  Then after I make you cum with toys and my fingers, I’ll fuck into you so hard I split you in half.  Go ahead fucking test me and we’ll see how many times you cum before you’re begging for my cock.  How many times will you cum before that pretty mouth begs me to stop.” “Thirty?”  Now you’re worried.

“That was a random number.  It could be more.  These rules are easy enough.  You can handle it.  You might be my whore but you’re not stupid.  And so, for, the last one.  I can mark you however I want.  If I want to paint you with my cum and we go grocery shopping, you’ll wear it with pride.  If I want to bruise you up because I grip you too hard, you’ll love it.  And if I want to leave hickies on your neck, well pretty girl, you’ll love every second of it.  But under no circumstance will I have marks.  I own you.  You do not own me.  But you follow these rules, and you can have whatever you want.”

He hands you the piece of paper, grabbing a pen from the coffee table.  “If you agree to all this, sign.  Make it official.”  Quickly you sign your name.  Pride beaming on his face at your lack of hesitation.   Bringing yourself closer to him, you crawl onto his lap, straddling him as his hands grip tightly on your hips.  “Those are fair.  You going to go ahead and bruise me up, Sir?”

“Fuck…new rule.  You will continue to call me Sir.” “As long as you continue to call me Pretty Girl.”  Rolling your hips, you hum at the swelling in his pants.  Feeling his cock literally hardened under your naked pussy.

“I can do that.  You think you can handle those rules?” “I may need you to help guide me.  I’ll be your good girl.  Your good little slut.”  Sliding your fingers up his arms, up over his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck.  

His hands guide your hips to continue your grinding over him.  “Now, tell me, pretty girl, is there something you would like to add.  I will not be punished.” “Don’t wanna punish you.  You’ve taken such good care of me, Sir.” “There must be something you want.”  You smirk, but don’t say anything, just continue rolling your hips on him.  “You keep doing that you’re going to be licking up my cum.”

You still don’t stop.  “I want you to bathe with me.  Wanna take care of you the way you take care of me.” Robert inhales sharply.  “Okay.  You cutting it close, Pretty Girl.  Feel me twitching?” “I also want to cut your hair.  While I fuck you.”  Robert’s head twists taking in that request.  “Please, Sir?  It’s the least you can do.  I’m offering my body to do what you please with it.” “Y/N…” with a quick narrow of your eyes at him, he can see you don’t like him calling you that.  “Pretty Girl…I’m…”

“Tell me, you’ll let me cut your hair while I fuck you.” “O-okay.”  You have him right where you want him.  Quickly you kneel on the floor, pull his throbbing cock out of his pants, licking a stripe up the underside before placing his cock in your mouth at the perfect time.  His load shoots in the back of your throat, the salty musk of Mr. Freezy.  “Thatta girl.  Perfect little slut.  I’m sending someone to get you some clothes.  Then one day I’ll let you can ride me while you shave my head.”

And did Robert deliver with the clothes.  Most of it was very average suburban housewife clothes.  Comfortable, but fitted to show off your body.  What wasn’t typical clothes to put up the front of a happy couple, well, they were outfits only for him.  Lingerie, a latex bodycon dress, and ample amounts of babydoll sleepers.  Telling you he wanted to keep his Pretty Girl nice and slutty.

Day’s pass and the thought of shaving Robert’s hair is never brought up.  The brand-new clippers still in the box on the kitchen counter.  Teasing you, but you don’t dare bring it up.  His fingers will randomly tap along the box while he smiles at you.  Like he promised he’ll leave you at the house, someone outside the door, and neither of you dare to speak.  He gifted you with plenty of books to pass your time.  All the streaming services you could want.  No social media, not that he doesn’t trust you.  He doesn’t trust Paul to try and weasel his way back in.  

The divorce is well on its way.  Like he promised there was no arguing over who would get what.  You just wanted your last name to not be Diskant, but not as much as Robert did.  He loved that you made a menu, along with a grocery list.  Making you two almost feel like a normal couple when you load up in his car to go grocery shopping.

And then the day finally comes.  “Alright Pretty Girl.  I made you a promise.  And it’s time that I allowed you to fulfill that promise.” “Does that mean?” you excitedly being to answer.

“Uh huh.  Got the outfit I want you to wear over the bed.  Don’t worry about wearing fucking thongs.”   Walking into the bedroom you find a new soft pink babydoll.  Sheer chiffon that cascades down, and you know what his favorite part will be, it unclasps in the front.  Easy access for him to play with something he loves almost as much as your pussy, your perky tits.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”  His body sitting on one of the dining chairs, thighs spread and ready for you to sit on him, while one hand holds the clippers, the other fists his cock.  “Come on, Pretty Girl, you wanted this.” Walking closer, you start to undo your top, but he tsks at you.  “Uh huh.  Don’t take that pleasure away from me.”  You spread your own legs, lining yourself up with him, until you sink your body on him.  His hands cup your cheek, kissing you so softly.  His other unlatches the front of your dress before taking his time to suck on both breasts until your nipples are hard and peppered.  “Okay, you can go ahead and begin.”   The sound of the clippers makes you keen, “Gonna have to get you a remote vibrator that I get to control.  I see you fucking trembling at that sound.”  Rolling your hips, you ease the clippers through his hair.  Watching as curtains of his wavy brunette hair falls to the floor.  With every bit of his face, you uncover you realize just how handsome he is.  His skin already clearing up with how much you’ve been taking care of him.  “Fucking me so good, Pretty Girl.  This turns you on so much.”  And it does.  So much so that you already feel your tummy heating up.  Stopping your movements on his head you watch him.  “Cum on my cock.”

The sound of his baritone voice whispering on your neck makes you completely come undone.  “Such a good slut for me.”  You continue your motions of removing his hair.  Lost in your own world.  Rolling your hips on him, while running the clippers around his head, softly sweeping off hair that lands on him.  Your so lost in him you don’t hear the door knock.  You only hear Robert’s booming voice.  “It’s open.”  And your movements pause.  “I don’t think so.  You keep fucking me or you pay the price.”  His teeth nip around your choker.

“What the fuck?” The man calls.

“Y/N, my pet this is…” “No names.  Do you not know who she’s married to?” “She’s getting a divorce.  It’ll be a speedy process.”  Just to show his dominance over you, his hands push off your sleeper, coaxing your arms to let it fall.  You start to protest, “I don’t think so Pretty Girl.  I told you I didn’t fucking care where we were or who was around.  You keep doing what you’re doing, I’m going to conduct some business.” “Yes, Sir.”

“Gotter trained good.”  The man you haven’t even seen says.

“She’s my perfect little slut, aren’t you?”  Nodding your head, you dare to look behind you.  A familiar looking man with a goatee and scruff, and a tight fade haircut.  “Eyes here,” Robert commands.  Turning back to look at him, you continue to remove his hair, blocking out enough of their conversation.  The whole time he talks with the man his hands fondle your tits, softly moaning with the way you’re riding him.  “You’re looking at my girl fucking hard.” “You’re kinda fucking in front of me.”  His hands sliding from your breasts to your ass before he squeezes and pulls you closer.  “Seriously?  You want me to give you a minute?” “No.  You don’t think she’s pretty?”  He knows there’s no good answer.  If he says yes, Robert will be pissed, if he says no, Robert will be pissed so instead he stays silent.  

Finishing up you lay the clippers down on the table.  Brushing the remaining bits of hair of his body.  Knowing most will have to be washed off.  Robert’s hands tight on your ass moves your body to fuck him.  Mouth attaching to your nipple, he quickly looks over at the man.  “Yeah, guess I’m going to have fucking watch until you’re finished.” “You don’t shut your fucking mouth; I’ll make you eat my cum out of her cunt.” He never speaks again, but doesn’t dare to move.  Overcome with the pleasure building up in your core you hold tightly to Robert’s neck.  “What did I fucking tell you?” his words harsh as he screams at you, realizing now that your fingers had dug in too harshly.  His hand connects around your throat.  Squeezing enough to block off your air, but not enough to cause too much pain.  

His hips piston into you harshly as he tilts his body upward.  “I said no fucking marks, you fucking slut.”  The sting of him calling you a slut instead of his slut hurts.  But your body doesn’t care.  It cums on him harshly.  Legs trembling, while he laughs.  “Such a fucking slut, you like that.  I got you squirting on me.  You see that.  She’s dripping down my legs.  Don’t worry I’ll make you lick up your mess to clean it while we watch.”

His hand loosens its grip as you feel the hot tendrils of his cum fill you up.  Normally your body would collapse on top of him, but Roberts pushes you back.  Falling in the floor.  Leaning forward he scoops up his leaking spend with his fingers, shoving it in your mouth.  “Now, clean up your mess with your tongue.”   Humiliated you stare up at him.  Wanting him more than ever to call you his Pretty Girl.  He just sits on the chair staring at you, pulling his pants up to cover himself, while you’re naked to this man in the room.  “Jesus Christ, Pronge.” “Shut the fuck up.  She knows the fucking rules.  And you’ll watch, too.”

“Am…am I still your pretty girl?” eyes full of tears that you refuse to fall.

“You still wearing your collar?” you nod.  “Then clean this fucking mess.” Leaning towards the floor you lick up the mess, looking up at him, wanting more than ever for him to praise you.  Pulling yourself to your knees you look up at him with doe eyes.  Thick fingers dig around your pussy and wiping whatever he can around your cheek.  “That’s my good Pretty Girl.  Why did I have to do that?” “I was marking you, Sir.” “Good girl.  Go clean yourself up.  I’ve got to finish with C… with my associate.”

“Can I wait on you, Sir?  I get cleaner when you wash me.” “That’s fine.  Get our bed clothes ready.  Don’t listen to us.”  As you walk out, you get a quick playful smack to your ass and when you turn, he gives you a smile, and you know he’s proud of you for correcting your mistake.  “Now where were we?  You were giving me some information concerning Diskant’s punk ass.”

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[littlelioncub43]

Evil Woman

Summary: Bobby doesn’t know how to feel about you. You scare the shit out of him. You piss him off more than anyone he’s ever met. You also fuck him so good he can barely think. Whatever he thinks about you, one thing was certain: you were evil.

Pairing: Dark!Mob Boss!Reader x sub!Robert Pronge

Warning: smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), dark!reader, mean!reader, mentions of violence, sub!Robert Pronge, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), mistress kink, mentions of past sexy times, Bobby slowly breaking, slight subspace, slight dacryphilia kink, allusions to future sexy times, and a partridge in a pear tree. 

Word Count: 1,927

A/N: Whoooooooooooooo! This was a lot of fun to write! I was feeling like we needed a lengthy little Bobby fic, and these babies were on my mind. I have a part 2 to this situation plotted out in my head, so let me know if you guys would be interested in reading that! It feels so nice to be writing like this again. Send an ask, reblog, comment, or something— let me know how you guys liked it! Ok! I love you 💖🫂🎂

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—K

Bobby didn’t quite know how he felt about you. He didn’t love you, the scar along his tongue was enough to justify that. He didn’t hate you, which was surprising given your track record with him. He’s hated people for not shaking his hand firm or mispronouncing his name, so the fact that his heart skips a beat and his cock swells at the sound of your voice calling for him from your office confuses him to no end. 

And Bobby hates being confused. 

The sour look on his face only made you smile wider at him as he entered the room and stood obediently at the center of the floor. You adored when he was like this, playing with him when he was in a mood meant he was easier to tease. Easier to break. 

“I’ll be working late tonight, so I’ll have to cancel our little date,” you lie through your teeth, selling the act with a faux pout. You notice how Bobby’s natural scowl deepens at the news. As much as he’d like to deny it, but Bobby was looking forward to seeing you. “I don’t think I’ll be available until Sept—“

“But—“ he interrupts, but quickly stops when your eyebrows shoot up, your head cocked in surprise. He clenches his jaw to keep from speaking any further. 

“But?” You prompt and lean back into your black leather chair, the power that radiates off of you has him weak in the knees and nearly trembling. 

“But… I wanted to see you…” He knew lying wouldn’t serve him, it never has, not with you. You smirk at his words, playing with the pen in your hands idly. Looking at him through your lashes, you beckon for him to come to you. Bobby squeezes his hands into fists but does as you order him. Without a word, he settles on his knees next to you, keeping his hands on his thighs and his back straight. 

“You wanted to see me, pet?” You coo gently as you take in his features, your hand cupping his chin in your fingers. The combination of your soft voice and soothing touch sends Bobby into a tizzy. His gut told him not to trust your softness, but his needy heart told him to chase after it. Which one would win was yet to be decided. 

“Yes, Mistress,” he answers dutifully, his own eyes were transfixed on yours when they settled on his. He definitely didn’t hate you. He fought the urge to roll his eyes when you lean in a little, internally scolding himself for leaning into your palm when you hold his jaw. You wanted to laugh at how needy and pathetic he was being, but you managed to keep your giggles to yourself. Sliding your hand into his hair, you grip the long strands firmly, pulling a breathy grunt from Bobby’s lips.

“Poor baby,” you mutter and bring your lips to brush against his cheek, his eyes shutting softly despite his better judgement. You pull back, shaking his head lightly so he opens his eyes, your gaze was smoldering, like molten lava burning beneath the surface. “How’s your tongue, Bobby?”

“Good,” he gulps at the memory of your knife and the searing pain that followed it. You tap his bottom lip. 

“Show me,” your voice is level and cool, he sticks his tongue out hesitantly, revealing the scar that encompassed his tongue. You can’t help but grin and hum darkly at the sight. “Oh, look at how nicely it healed,” your thumb pet the length of his tongue sensually, letting his saliva drip messily. You give him a saddened pout, one that he almost believes. “I hated doing that to you, Bobby. I don’t like hurting you, but you needed to be taught a lesson. But look at you now,” you smile softly at him and kiss his forehead briefly, still petting his tongue, “so well behaved, such a good boy. Aren’t you glad you learned your lesson, Bobby?”

Bobby found himself nodding and humming in agreement before he could think twice about his actions. His breathing was getting heavier by the minute, his cock now fully hard in his jeans as he kneeled in front of you. You bite your lip, clearly pleased with him, Bobby hates how his body hums with excitement and satisfaction at your approval. The enticing sight of a man like Robert Pronge on his knees for you was beginning to be too much for you to resist any longer. He grumbles out a low moan when you lips meet in a messy clash of tongue and teeth. It was second nature for him to try and dominate the kiss as much as he could, but one firm tug on his hair was enough of a reminder for him. 

“Don’t push it, Bobby,” you growl against his lips, the venom in your tone quickly set him straight. 

“M’sorry, Mistress,” he whispers, that fuzzy feeling taking over his head bit by bit until he couldn’t wait to follow your instructions. The purr of approval pulls him out of his stupor for a moment, enough for him to realize how humiliating this is, but the moment doesn’t last long. 

“I forgive you,” your words drip with lust and Bobby wants to drink each drop, “let’s put that pretty tongue of yours to good use, eh?” 

A deep moan flutters through his lips before he can think twice, his hands forcefully grip the rough denim of his jeans to keep from grabbing you. You giggle at how excited he was, the tent in his pants only seemed to grow bigger and bigger each time you glanced at it, and his breathing was nearly a strained gasp, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen no matter how many breaths he took. He was absolutely pathetic. 

You took some pity on him, though. He was being such a good boy for you, you couldn’t ignore that. Pulling up the short hem of your skirt, you slid to the edge of your seat, your crossed legs unwrapping to expose your black lace panties to him. The stockings you wore were meant to drive him crazy, and they did. Especially with the golden garters holding them in place against your juicy thighs. 

“Go on, Bobby,” you encourage with a gentle pet to his head, which is all he needs. He buries his face into your dripping cunt with a growl, his tongue eagerly chasing the pools of arousal that seep through your lace panites. The thin whine you give in response to his actions has Bobby scooting closer and closer to you, trying to cover as much of your pussy as he possibly could. The feeling of his hands pulling your panties off and pushing your thighs apart normally would make you tsk disapprovingly at him, but when he wiggled his thick tongue into your cunt, you forgot all about scolding him. 

“Oh, yes, Bobby! That’s it, baby,” you moan happily as he shakes his head from side to side, letting his nose rub firmly against your clit. His answering moan sends shivers up your spine, your hands gripping his hair firmly, guiding his already quick pace to a rough, filthy rhythm. Bobby hated his hair being pulled, he thought the sting at his scalp was annoying and demeaning. Now when he feels that sharp tug at his roots, he can’t help but moan for you. The sound, in turn, makes you whimper and pull even harder, trapping you both in a delicious cycle that neither of you want to break. 

“Such a good boy for me, Bobby— fuck! Just like that, eat my pussy, baby, keep going!” You whimper when he doubles down. Looking up at you, glasses slightly foggy and askew, and his spit lewdly coating your entire cunt and most of his chin and neck. That’s what you loved about Bobby; he was a messy fucking eater. You feel the winding tension in your lower gut grow tighter and tighter as your orgasm threatened to wash over you any second. The ache in his groin nearly distracted him, but he manages to keep his hands planted obediently on your thighs. He gives the meat of your thighs an appraising squeeze, moaning at the softness of your flesh under his hands while he frantically slurps at your juices. 

“M’gonna cum!” You moan thickly, your legs shaking and trembling, it almost had Bobby laughing with pride, but he knew to keep himself in check. As much as he wanted to laugh, he wanted you to cum. With one last thundering moan from the heartless killer between your thighs, you came. “Ohhhh fuuuuck!”

Bobby moaned with you, his eyes fluttering shut at the sweetness. The taste of your release pulls noises from him that he never thought was possible; needy, high pitched whimpers are muffled into your pussy as he lets you ride it out. The grip on his hair loosens as you come down, letting him ease back to breath through his nose better without taking his mouth off you just yet. 

You hum with a pleased smile, the simple sound told Bobby everything he needed to know: you were satisfied, he did a good job, and you just might  reward him. He finally pulls back after giving your clit one last tongue-filled kiss, knowing how much you love when he does that (he also loved the little gasp you give). 

“What do you say?” You prompt with a firm tone.  

“Thank you, Mistress,” he rasps in response, still trying to catch his breath. You hum again, and he relaxes knowing he hasn’t upset you with his lack of manners. He gasps when your hand cups his straining cock through his jeans.  

“Aw, still hard, Bobby?” You coo. He nods, trying his best not to rut into your hand. “I know you are, pet.” You straighten yourself up, not bothering to put your panties back on, instead opting to stuff them into Bobby’s front pocket. “That’s for being such a good boy for me,” you whisper in his ear, your hand playing with him in his pocket, “I’ll send for you when I can, but until then, you’ll have to wait.”

He wants to cry. Robert Pronge wants to cry. Your cruel laughter doesn’t help the aching in his balls or the pitiful tears in his eyes. 

“Poor baby,” you mock and kiss his face sweetly, or it would be sweet if it weren’t for your cruel words. “You’re so fucking hot when you cry, Bobby,” you sigh against his cheek, before musing: “I’ll get you something pretty.” You give his lips a firm kiss, not minding the taste of yourself on him. “Now, get the fuck out of my office.”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” he stutters, his brain still reeling from the whiplash you cause him. He stands up and quickly exits your office, not even bothering to adjust the bulge in his pants on the way out. Bobby knew the time apart was going to be torture. Even if you were states away, the fear that you were waiting for him to slip up never left, and he didn’t think it ever would. He hated how his cock ached with need, but not as much as he hated how his heart ached with the need to follow you. It was confusing. You fucked with his head and his body, and he can’t make out what’s up and what’s down anymore. 

Bobby fucking hated you. He also fucking loved you. 

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[pedrosyouknowwhat]

the painful praise

summary: Daddy left you alone with the mean old men, their slippery hands have you falling over and over.

pairings: a shit load of Sebastian Stan characters and Chris Evans characters x little!reader

warnings:18+ content, smut(dubcon), forced drinking, oral (f receiving), handcuffs, misogynistic comments, little!reader, lewd comments, sexualization, prostitution, praise, degradation.

part two of love and lost

You weren’t there for them; they chatted enthusiastically until they gave you a mere peek to grab a beer out of your tray. The only gaze you could feel was Robert’s, staring at you over his bottle as you tried not to quiver.

Standing still with the cat tail butt plug nestled between your virgin ass was quite uncomfortable, but you preferred that instead of being taken into a hallway by a big ruddy man, like it happened to Justin. You didn’t recognize anyone, even though they dressed as smartly as Ransom did. That brought you back into realization, how much you missed Ransom.

“Does the kitty drink?” A drunkenly holler pop you out of your train of thought. You frowned at the long haired man, his stare intrigued upon you. “No.” You timidly mumbled, but the group of men didn’t like your response.

A strong hand encircled your wrist, pulling you over his lap. The bottles would have fallen to the floor if it wasn’t that he plucked the tray out of your hands and set it on the floor. You whimpered at how the plug shifted inside you now that you sat on his lap. At closer look, you could figure out his hair was chestnut brown and his eyes were sky blue. But not the blue of Ransom’s almost turquoise, a blue that resembled the sea at a particularly stormy day.

“You sure you don’t?” He questioned even further, and you tried to looks for Mr Freezy. As soon as you tried to turn your head, the man had plunged the whiskey bottle from the table into your lips. You tried to wiggle away as his arms held into your hip, playing with your thong. At the panic, you didn’t realized how a hand had plucked your nose close, cutting of your air supply. You tried to breath from your mouth, which only introduced more bitter liquid into your mouth. It burned your throat, warming up your stomach as your face became very hot. Your scared eyes looked at the man, who laughed at your attempts.

Someone barked, probably Robert, and the hand and the bottle disappeared. You jerked forward, coughing madly to regain air, even so your heart hurt. You felt tears fall down your arms as you faced the man that had closed your airways. He placed one hand on his chubby belly as he laughed almost demonically.

“C’mon Pronge! we were just having some fun; you let me do worse things with your whores.” He cheered, and his flapping hands scared you. Pronge chuckled, although it sounded fake.

“If you buy her for a night do whatever ya please, but don’t choke her on booze when she has a busy night Bodecker.” He explained, then turned around on his chair as if his sixth sense had alerted him. “Talking ‘bout payment.”

Two tall men approached, while a blonde one was counting money, the brunet was gawking at you and your skimpy looking outfit. Behind their broad forms, you saw little Justin crookedly trying to walk behind them.

He fell to his knees when he got near enough, falling in the middle of Robert’s splayed thighs and resting his head on one of them.

“How was the service, fellas?” Robert asked, before giving a toothy grin.

“Oh, amazing.” The brunet complimented, and you freezed. The accent, the voice that had engraved itself in your mind in your unconsciousness. His eyes didn’t left you.

“Your boy is so pretty when he cries, next time forgo the butt plug.” The blonde commented, handing three big bills to Mr Freezy. His voice just clarified it was that pair of men.

Robert brushed Justin’s hair loosely, the dog ears slightly disheveled. His back was marked with new angry red slashes.

“Who’s that little thing you have on your lap, Levinson?”

Your eyes widened at the brunet’s question, mostly because he was sitting down with the group. The man who held you, who you could asume was Levinson, pulled your body closer grabbing handfuls of your ass.

“The little ex-virgin that came yesterday, man she might even still be tight.” Levinson informed, and every time his hands moved you wanted to cry even more at how lewdly they were talking about you. “Her ass is still virgin tho; Bucky, wanna share her?”

The brunet grinned before staring into you and then into Levinson’s eyes.

“I had the pleasure of deflowering her.”

The table erupted into sloppy cheers and giggles. Some of the other workers turned and looked at them, but the men couldn’t care less.

The man let you fall to the ground as he laughed, and you began crawling towards Robert. Bucky was receiving various back pats and words of admiration, and even he didn’t noticed when a delicious meal passed crawling right before his eyes.

You appeared next to Justin and imitated him, laying your head on his other thigh seeking for a tiny bit of comfort. When the laughing died down, the men noticed you had moved.

“They would make a pretty cute couple, right?” A third man that hadn’t spoke, only watched, till now said. “Imagine getting these two for a night?”

“God the things I would do to them.” The chubby man growled, and you flinched.

Robert smirked at this, stroking your tear stained cheek.

“Puppy,” he called out Justin with faux gentleness and a creepy smile. “Do a trick.”

The table fell silent as everyone stared at him, his cheeks turnt beet red yet he still nodded. His placed his hands on your waist as he guided his body behind yours. You stared up at Robert, confused doe eyes trying to figure out why was Justin pulling down your underwear. He suddenly spun you around, and you were facing the men. His hand shoved your face against the cold hardwood floor, your pretty ass up and your back twisted into an uncomfortable position. His lithe fingers delved into your crevice, sneaking around to latch into your nub giving short circles.

You gasped when he thrusted his cock through your puffy lips; he was shorter than the other men, but your sore body still hated the entrance.

“Look at that, the little fag can fuck a girl.” A man sneered, but through your lidded eyes you couldn’t tell who was who. Justin begun humping you, thrusting his cock into you as the plug shifted uncomfortably on your bum. Little moans escaped your lips, Justin feeling heavenly inside your body. Two arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to spill his hot load inside of you. You whined, you hadn’t come. Even though the sensation was new, you were already yearning it; Robert smirked at this.

“That’s it,” the third man grinned, taking his wallet from his expensive suit. “I want her,”.

The men around groaned, mostly because they weren’t fast enough to bid for you.

“Thank you Barber, now allow Justin to get her clean and will get her to room 35.” Pronge chided, patting the boy’s back on signal to get him hurried. “Barber” laughed.

“I come to a whorehouse and you think I’m scared of some jizz?”He chuckled, handing the bill to the man and grabbing your collar, as if you were some dog. “Thank you Robert, I’ll tell you more when the deed is done.”

Pronge raised his hands in defeat and allowed the man to pull you into a dimly lit hallway. Now you actually were being taken by a big ruddy man, but it was just the beginning.

Pretty hands tied to headboard, Andy’s beard scratching against the skin he was kissing. He had presented himself and told you what he expected of you; to act as his loving wife trying out kinky sex. It was hard, because in little space you couldn’t really act like a grown women.

Andy kissed your bare core, now stripped from every piece of clothing and the plug. “Look at me, honey.” He called softly, and you shyly obeyed. “you are divine.”

Before you could even heat up at his comment, he licked over your slit lewdly. Your mouth parted as he latched onto your nub, sucking greedily. Your mewls coated the air as you widened your legs for him. He ate you out slowly, savoring your pink skin and Justin’s cum. He wiped you clean of any trace, as if he was permanently cleaning your sins, or most likely the ones that were imposed on your pretty body. You felt the begging him of such delightful knot forming on you belly, and he had also realized, because he speeded up his ministrations. You grinded against his flat tongue, legs shutting against his fluffy bearded face.

“Sir,” you called out with a quivering little voice, wrecked as the feeling grew. “I think I’m going to pee.”

You felt him grin against your cunt, his grip on your thighs tightening as he tongued your nub. You rose from the bed almost god-like, a mixture of a gasp and a scream erupting from your throat as you felt the coil snap, falling back into the bed as a dumb little rag doll. Andy poked his head from between you clenched thighs, your organs coating his beard.

“You are so perfect, little girl.”

[deceitfuldevout]

'Easy Money' Masterlist:

Dark!Robert Pronge x Heiress!Reader

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

Part 1 - Easy Money: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183176153923584/easy-money-part-1?source=share

Part 2 - Breaking and Entering: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183378711511040/easy-money-part-2?source=share

Part 3 - Money Maker: 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295047580270592/easy-money-part-3?source=share

Part 4 - A Reunion: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295259765850112/easy-money-part-4?source=share

Part 5 - Your Worst Nightmare: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379812461281280/easy-money-part-5?source=share

Part 6 - A Barbed-Wired Picket fence: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379816368226304/easy-money-part-6?source=share

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[nifolution]

Good Girl 1

Pairing: Robert Pronge / Reader

Summary: Mr. Freezy’s new client has an interesting request.

Warnings: Dark fic, Violence, smut, noncon/dubcon, angst, humiliation, death, manipulation, gaslighting, kidnapping, betrayal, mentions of torture, vengeance

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut and noncon/dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 1

A skittish man approaches the Mr. Freezy ice cream truck. Pronge kept his eyes on him as he neared the window, “What can I get ya?”

The man’s eyes darted around before answering. "Ah, yes, my... my friend said you can help me with a special job," he winked.

Pronge rubbed his nose under his glasses. Another one of these chumps. "Who do you need bumped off?"

"No, no, I don't want anyone killed, just scared, roughed up a bit. No lasting damage though, no scars".

The man hands over a picture. Pronge grabs it without bothering to look at it. "Her name’s Y/N Y/L/N. The job pays $10,000. A grand now, the rest when you complete the job."

"All that to ruffle some skirt, why?"

The man looked at his feet before answering. "Well I'm a concerned family friend. And it breaks my heart to see dear Y/N running in the wrong circles lately. Drinking, smoking pot... It's that good for nothing, boyfriend of hers fault. She's a good girl but she's going down the wrong path, needs to be scared straight."

"Uh huh," Pronge responded, disinterested.

"You can grab her this Saturday. She leaves her boyfriend's house around 10pm. The address is on the back of the photo. As well as where you can drop her off. I'm going to need some pictures as proof. You got a camera don't you?"

"Got a 35mm and I develop them personally." Pronge pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and removed one.

"Good! That's very good. Because I'm gonna need them to be very specific pictures."

Pronge leaned further out the window, "Lay it on me."

The man looked over his shoulders and lowered his voice, "Well I need photos of the kidnapping, and of… of the lesson. You see I’m asking for you to rough her up and, uh… strip her down... touch her, humiliate her. Photograph ALL the details. Then you can have some fun yourself, you know." He winks again.

"Quit fucking winking at me, ya creep.” Pronge lit the cigarette and mulled over the offer. “So you want me to fuck this chick?"

"Yes. I really need her to be taught a lesson she won't forget. The pictures will prove I got my money's worth and can serve as a reminder to her if she acts up again. I can anonymously send them one by one as a threat to keep her in line... Take pictures while you're banging her too. Get as little of yourself in them as possible, nothing identifiable. For both our protections, you understand."

“Of course,” Pronge took a long drag. “You got yourself a deal.”

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There she is, right on time. Pronge had parked his truck across the street, two houses down, from the given address. He sat in the driver’s seat, impatiently watching her kiss her boyfriend goodnight before heading to her car. She wore a bright green blouse and mini skirt. Great legs, perky tits, she’s a sweet thing isn't she? And her asshole boyfriend couldn’t even walk her to her car. Shame.

Pronge approached her as she unlocked her vehicle. He threw a bag over her head and wrestled her screaming form to the back of his truck. He bound her hands behind her back, opened the door and tossed her inside. He climbed in and slammed the door closed. Walking past her flailing body, he shut the metal partition and hopped into the driver seat.

He glanced back before peeling away from the curb, "Hold on sweets, it's gonna be a long night."

Pronge chain smoked while driving his ice cream truck the 30 minutes to his destination. The woman in back sobbing the entire time. He parked at an industrial plant by Newark Bay. The place was pretty desolate. The building itself, unfinished.

He turned around in his seat and watched his captive. She managed to sit up at some point, her legs bent to the side. Her skirt riding up far enough it exposed her pretty white panties. She was shaking, scared. Pronge smiled. Oh, she had no idea how rough the night would get for her.

Throwing his last smoke out the window, Pronge walked in the back. He crouched down in front of her, shoving a gun into her belly. She whimpered.

"Pl… please don't hurt me," she begged. "I can get you money. If you let me go, my dad will pay, I promise. Just please don't hurt me."

Pronge caressed the hood where her hair would be. "What’s your name, sweetness?"

Met with silence, he slaps her.

"Y-Y/N," she choked out between tears.

He smiled, pushing the pistol harder against her. His free hand rubbed her shoulder and stroked across her clavicle. "You got a boyfriend?"

"No sir. Please, I want to go home."

"Sir? I like that. However," he set the gun on the floor, grabbing the back of her head, "I don't like liars." He put his other hand over her nose and mouth, blocking her breathing.

After a few seconds of listening to her panicked, muffled shrieks, he releases her. "Lets try that again... Do you have a fucking boyfriend?" He picked up the gun, running it up and down her bare thigh.

"Yes."

"That's better." Pronge pressed the gun against her crotch. "Are you a virgin?"

"No," she quietly admits.

He chuckled, this was going to be too easy. Wonder if she's always this submissive? He harshly grabbed her arm, forcing her to her feet. "See, the truth isn't so hard is it?"

Without warning, he slammed her head into the metal drawers. She screamed, twisted and tried to run.

Pronge shoved her into the counter, facing him. Then continued pushing hard enough to leave bruises. When she whined, he pushed his leg between hers, reminding her to be still.

He moved the gun to her neck, taking a whiff, "You smell nice." He squeezed her breast, pleased to find she forgoed a bra tonight. "Feel nice too."

She stood frozen as he ran his large hands over her. Kneading her breasts, pinching and teasing his way down her body. She cried out as he slid under her skirt, rubbing her through her panties. She wriggled, trying to move away. “Please stop. Let me go, please.”

Pronge roughly dragged the pistol down her body, before jabbing it into her abdomen. "Don't be shy, sweets. We're getting to know each other so well." He continued his ministrations, pleased to feel her panties start to dampen. He stopped, enjoying the interesting noise that came out of her when he did.

Moving to the side, he grabbed her neck and jerked her forward. Effectively tripping her and causing her knees to slam into the freezer. He moved behind her, trapping her against the appliance. He ran the gun down her spine, licking her neck. Pressing himself into her ass, he reached around to rub her breasts. "You let him fuck you tonight?" he whispers.

His breath was hot on her ear, the smell of cigarettes overpowering. "N..no. we just cuddled... Please don't do this. Don’t hurt me. Please."

Pronge laughed, "Cuddled." Then he bent her over the freezer and hiked up her skirt. Softly caressing her rear, "Ever take it up the ass?"

When Y/N doesn't answer, Pronge spanks her hard enough to leave a mark.

"Oww. Once, okay, just once. Please." She was fully crying again.

"What a naughty girl my sweets is." Pronge moved away again. Setting down his gun, he opened a drawer and took out his camera. This would be a perfect first shot. She remained draped over the freezer, skirt raised and his red handprint peeking out from under her panties. Snap. Oh, he was really going to enjoy this.

Pronge rights her before shoving her to the floor. She screamed as she landed on her side, but just laid there. She was learning. Snap. Using his foot, he rolled her onto her back and spread her legs. Bending over he smoothed and molded her underwear to her. Making sure he could see a perfect outline of her cunt and the wet spot he created earlier. Snap.

He hauls her off the dirty floor and slams her so she is sitting on the edge of the freezer. Her ass started to sink down onto the cold sliding door. Unsure what was happening, she teetered on the rim, afraid of falling. Pronge laughed and snapped another photo before forcing her to be fully seated on the doors. Her knees were now slightly raised, legs dangling over the edge.

Her breath hitched as he started feeling her breasts over her top. He squeezed both hard. Snap. Pronge slowly unbuttoned her blouse, untucked it from her skirt and opened it so her naked chest was on display. Snap. He took his time fondling each breast. Rolling and pinching her nipples, loving the squeaks coming from under the hood. The camera flashing as he licked and sucked each erect nipple into his mouth.

Time for the blouse to go. He pulled it from her body, ripping the arms to get it off. He encouraged her to arch her back, she complied. Snap. He couldn't resist leaving a few more love bites on those soft globes.

She held her breath as her skirt was removed. Pronge cocked his head, observing her. She looked so innocent sitting there in just her panties, knee highs and platforms. Snap. "You could make a grown man blush, sweets." Snap. He delighted in every mark he left on her body.

Pronge pulled off her shoes and socks, then slowly slid her underwear down her legs. He smiled while taking several photos of her nakedness. She was shivering, out of fear or cold, he wasn't certain. He didn’t care. Hunger burned in his gut, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

He began posing her, taking increasingly explicit photos. It started with spreading her legs wide as she sat. Snap. Then he leaned her back onto her elbows, bending her legs so her feet were planted on the edge of the freezer. Snap. He opened her legs wider and ran his fingers through her folds, rolling her clit with his thumb. She squirmed a bit but remained where she was, fighting back shameful moans. Snap. "That's it, sweets, don't hold back." She yelped as he inserted a finger in her soaked channel. He swirled the digit around before adding another. Snap. Pumping his fingers as her breath quickened.

He removed his fingers and turned her around onto her knees. Her covered head pressed into the cold doors, ass high in the air. Snap. He returned his fingers into her pussy, smirking as she clamped down hard. Snap. Pronge worked his fingers in and out of her before scooping up some slick and pulling her cheeks apart. Snap. He worked one finger into her other hole, ignoring her pleads. Snap. "What a nice model you're being for me, sweets. Think you should make it a career."

He pushed her onto her side facing him. Pulling her top leg to bend over the other. He stood by her feet, making sure he could see her swollen pussy peeking at him and her hickey covered tits. Snap. Pronge then grabbed both legs and pulled her so her ass was once again balancing on the edge of the freezer. Her arms trapped under her. He’s sure it hurt, but she smartly remained quiet.

Pronge got to his knees and began playing with her again. Stroking her and fucking her with his fingers. Pinching her clit so she’d buck her hips. "You look good enough to eat, sweets. Let's have a taste.” He dove in, eating her like a man starved. Snap. He stuck his tongue all the way out, licking a long slow strip up to her clit. Snap. “Mmm what a tasty treat you are."

Y/N wiggled and twitched as he touched her. She couldn’t stop the noises coming out of her from the unwilling pleasure. Pronge continued to lick and suck at her most sensitive parts. He fucked her with his tongue, making her eyes roll back. Snap. He sucked hard on her clit, causing her legs to involuntarily squeeze his head. "Aww sweets, your boyfriend hasn't been taking very good care of you, has he? No worries, I'll make you feel real fucking good." Pronge kept sucking her bud gently, fingering her until her legs began to shake. He curled his fingers, rubbing until she came, screaming.

Pronge’s erection strained against his pants. It was his turn. He pulled Y/N off the freezer and pushed her to her knees. Snap. Looks like it's time to change the camera roll. Pronge replaced the film, picked up his pistol and pressed it to her head. “You keep your fucking eyes closed, ya hear me. I won’t hesitate to blow your fucking head off.” She nodded.

He pulled the bag off her head. Satisfied to see her eyes pinched shut, he set the gun on the freezer. Pronge pulled his pants down, allowing his cock to spring free. He licked his lips before grabbing her hair. "I know you’ve done this before, sweets. Make it good." She obediently opened her mouth. He picked up the camera and took a picture. So easy, so accommodating.

Pronge hissed as he slid past her lips. Pushing until she gagged, pulling out and shoving himself back in. Snap. She hollowed her cheeks as she took him in, moving her tongue along the pulsing vein. Snap. "Mmm, fuck that's it, sweets." He put the camera down and moved both hands to her hair, thrusting against her face, guiding her as she sucked him. He felt himself getting close and pulled her off.

He made her lay down on the filthy floor. Posing her and taking more shots of her completely bare body. He straddled her face, allowing his dick to press on her cheek. Snap. He fanned out her hair and focused on her tears. Snap. Surprised by a strange urge to kiss her, he growled and placed the bag back on her head.

He roughly threw her back onto the freezer. “Playtime's over, sweets.” He pried her legs apart and pulled her closer. He lined himself with her entrance and pushed forward, sheathing himself completely. She yelled and tried to move away from him, but he kept a firm grip on her hip. She tried again and he pinched her. After she stilled, he took the next picture. Pulling almost all the way out, he took another. Then he shoved himself back in. Snap. "Shit you're fucking tight, sweets. I don't think I can last." He pulled out half way, angling the camera straight down where they were connected. Snap. He then began fucking her in earnest.

Y/N couldn't understand how she was feeling. He was much bigger than she was used to, the stretch burned but somehow felt... good. The feel of his rock hard length dragging across her fluttering walls making her light headed. It felt incredible. Her whole body felt on fire, begging for more. It shouldn’t be like this, she should be repulsed. But as he swore and groaned and growled while rutting into her, she moaned and lost herself in the sensations.

Pronge could tell she was struggling to hold herself up. Difficult with her hands tied behind her back. He pushed her to lay down. Snap. He reached forward and squeezed her neck and continued to fuck her. Snap. "You feel so fucking good." He took a few close ups of her pussy. Angling the camera up, he watched her tits bounce with every thrust. Snap. He grabbed a breast, pinching her nipple hard. Snap.

He ran his hand down her body, gripping her waist, he fucked her harder. Snap. Pronge put down the camera. He needed to get one more out of her. He began angling his thrusts and rubbing circles on her swollen clit. "You can fucking do it, sweets. Let go." She screamed as her second orgasm overwhelmed her. Pronge pushed a few more times before pulling out and coming on her stomach. With heaving breaths, he picked up the camera and took the final picture.

Pronge wiped the sweat from his forehead and pulled his pants back on. He watched her lying there, silent, wondering if she was asleep. He started cleaning her up, removing any traces of himself beyond the bruising. He redressed her the best he could. Wrapping her torn blouse around her chest. She didn’t fight him. He gently lowered her to the floor. He walked to the front, lit a cigarette and drove to the drop off.

He pulled up to a large, nice looking two-story ranch. Perfectly manicured lawn, attached garage, a Cadillac parked in the driveway, rich assholes. He got out and walked around to the back of his truck. Opening the doors, he reached in to grab her. She was leaning against the freezer, softly snoring. Maybe he should keep her? Needed the rest of his fee though.

He climbed in and picked her up. "Thanks for the good time, sweetness. But this is your stop, I’m afraid." She didn’t stir as he walked to her front door. He set her down, leaving her hands still bound and the bag on her head. Sore and bruised but no worse for wear. "Be good, or you'll be seeing me again." He kissed her head through the hood. After knocking on the door, he ran back to his truck.

He waited until the house lights turned on before he drove away. Taking a deep breath, he took out another cigarette. His nostrils filled with the smell of sex and flowery perfume. Pronge smiled, returning the smoke to the pack.

Chapter 2

[ilovefandoms102]

Captivated by You-Part 3*

Pairing: Mr.Freezy x Plus Size Reader, Robert Pronge x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You find out what Robert does for a living after a terrifying account…

Note: I have so much planned for this series guys😛 here we have my third installment of the basement wife writing challenge!

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Warnings🛑:smut(oral(fem and male receiving), dom/sub aspects), mentions of blood and gore, talk of the mob, basement wife, brainwashing, manipulative relationship

Part 2 Part 4

Today was a special day, grocery day. The day I got to leave the house…

Usually, Robert would join me, but he had something come up at work. He never disclosed what he did for a living, but since that night almost five years ago, I knew it was something I probably didn’t need to know about.

I woke up wrapped in his arms, his beard tickling my skin which made me shiver. I opened my eyes slowly, his handsome face coming into view. I leaned the last few inches separating us, laying a chaste kiss to his full lips. He shifted a bit, pulling me impossibly closer to his warm body.

“I have to get ready baby, it’s grocery day.” I whispered, kissing his bearded cheek before slipping away from him. I wrapped a short, silk robe around my naked body before making my way into the kitchen.

I got breakfast started, mixing the pancake batter when Bobby entered. He was sexy as ever, walking around in just his boxers. I stared at his flawless body, the tattoos and scars littering all over him had me biting down on my lip.

“See something you like my love?” he smirked, purposefully flexing.

“N-No,” I squeaked, turning my attention back to the task at hand.

Robert smiled, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me. One hand went to my neck while the other groped my breast. He forced my head back, sucking his mark into the skin of my neck. I wiggled against him, whining as his fingers on my breasts began twisting my hardened nipple.

“I think my little wife saw something she liked hmm?” Robert prompted me as he pulled my robe down over my breast to feel my skin.

“Mhmm,” I hummed, moaning as his hand on my neck squeezed lightly.

“Tell me sweet baby, tell your husband.” he grinned as his hand on my breast slid further south, fingers finding the slick lips of my core.

“You-always you baby,” I panted, grinding my hips against his hand.

“So wet, and all for me.” Robert growled.

Seconds later, I’m being turned and lifted on the counter. Bobby stood between my legs, shoving his boxers down.

“Wait, I want to do something for you.” I said breathlessly, pulling Robert in for a sweet, passionate kiss.

I hopped off the counter, sliding to my knees in front of him. Robert pushed some hair from my face, rubbing my cheek softly as he looked down at me.

“My sweet wife, you want my cock down your pretty throat hmmm?” he asked, grinning when I nodded my head eagerly.

“Since you asked so nicely my love,” he murmured, taking his cock and jerking it a few times.

I didn’t wait for his say before licking up his length, kissing the head before tonguing the precum that has oozed out. My hands joined as they guided his cock down my throat, holding what couldn’t fit in my mouth. I watched him through my lashes as he threw his head back, the pleasure overtaking him. I loved watching him lose control over me.

“Christ woman, how’d I get so fuckin’ lucky?” he grunted, his fingers locked around my hair as he thrusted his hips.

I choked a little, spit dribbling down my chin. I purred against him as he tugged my hair harder, Robert cursing loudly as he thrusted his hips faster.

“Can't decide if I want to cum in this pretty mouth or your pussy baby, shit.” he groaned, deciding the latter as he pulled me off his cock.

Robert joined me on the floor, shoving me down and spreading my legs. He slid inside of me, both of us sighing in relief as we connected as one. My hands ran down his muscled chest to his abdomen, scratching at the tufts of hair that I loved. I loved everything about his body, he was so beautiful.

“What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours?” Robert questioned, leaning down close enough for our lips to touch.

“How much I love you,” I whispered, tangling one hand in his hair while the other held his bulging bicep.

“I love you my pretty wife, so perfect.” he whispered back, fucking into me until I lost my senses.

Bobby kissed me what felt like a million times before we left, not wanting to waste a single taste of each other.

“You need to get going before you’re late baby.” I giggled.

“They’ll be alright, I’m sure they’ll let me by if they knew I was kissing my beautiful wife.” he grinned, interrupting my giggles with another kiss.

Once we finally parted, Robert sent me off with a loud smack to my ass. I prayed the neighbors hadn’t seen, but at the same time I didn’t care. I waved goodbye as he pulled out before me.

I triple checked my list before going inside, doing a mental count to make sure I wasn’t forgetting anything. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house for another month at most after grocery day, and Bobby really hated having to swing by the store because I forgot something. I’d gotten myself punished the first few times I’d done that, but got better over the years.

Swear woman you’re so fucking dumb

Why can’t you do anything right

I ask you for one thing and you can’t do that

You’re lucky you’re pretty

My pretty little wife, so fucking stupid

I felt a sudden chill once I got out of the car, almost like someone was watching me. I looked around, not seeing anything suspicious. I tried to shrug it off as I stepped in the store, grabbing a buggy and taking out my list and a pen.

Once I’d gotten about halfway through my list, I felt like I was being followed. It could be my paranoia, but something felt odd. I looked behind me, seeing an older man with a long face and grey hair staring at me, his suit jacket pushed back to make room to put his hands in his pockets. My eyes widened when I saw the gun sticking out of his suspenders, my heart rate spiking as I turned back around quickly.

I whisked through the rest of the store, not paying mind to my list. If I forgot something, I’ll take the punishment. I just wanted to get out of there. I practically threw my things on the belt of the cash register, apologizing to the young boy for being in a hurry. I kept looking over my shoulder, feeling even more panic when the man continued to follow me. I ran to my car after paying, hearing the footsteps trail behind me.

“Excuse me, Mrs.Pronge?” he called, my heart dropping.

I ignored him, throwing my groceries into my trunk. I squealed when I felt a hand on my elbow, the man putting his hand over my mouth.

“Shut the fuck up bitch, I need you to deliever a message to your worthless husband.” the man snarled, tightening his grip enough to leave a bruise.

Tears threatened to spill, my heart rate increased so loud I’m sure he could hear it.

“You tell him Leo wants the hit done by tomorrow night or he’s done.” he snapped, shoving me away from him.

I’d never been so eager to be home. I regretted not waiting for Robert to go with me, the terrifying confrontation with that man could have been avoided. I quickly carried my groceries inside, locking the door and bolting it. I even checked to make sure the windows were locked, closing the curtains just for good measure.

My heart was racing, worrying if Bobby would even come home. I paced the living room, chewing anxiously on my nails. I tried to take my mind off of it by doing my chores, but my hands shook too much. I jumped when I heard a bang on the front door, freezing in place before I heard his voice. I hurried to unlock the bolts, my eyes widening as Bobby fell at my feet.

“Bobby!” I gasped, helping him inside.

“Lock the door sweetheart,” he growled, my fingers working double time to make sure the locks were secure again.

“What-What’s going on?! What happened?!” I cried as I rushed next to my husband.

“Listen to me, it’s going to be ok baby. There’s a medical kit in our closet, I need you to get it for me.” Robert instructed, my head nodding along as I ran to our room.

He had removed his uniform by the time I got back, an angry red slash near his hip bone. I knew I needed to be strong for him, but it was so hard seeing him in so much pain. He tried not to show it, I knew he wanted me to think he was ok.

“Fucker shot me, bullet is still in. You’re going to have to remove it.” he said, my heart dropping.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, tears flooding down my cheeks.

“I love you so much y/n, my love.” Robert breathed, raising a bloody hand cupping my cheek.

“You’re gonna be ok baby, you’ll be just fine I’ll fix you. I will, I promise.” I croaked, leaning my forehead on his.

My mother was a nurse, luckily she taught me everything she knows. I found the supplies I needed, sitting everything out I needed. I doused every tool and my hands in alcohol, knowing I couldn’t risk him getting an infection.

“This is going to sting baby,” I informed him as I wetted a cotton round before cleaning his wound.

“Fuck! Shit!” he howled.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby.” I sobbed, hurrying to clean him up.

“Not your fault baby, ‘s okay.” Robert nodded.

“I need you to-to stay with me ok?” I said, grabbing to forceps with shaking hands.

“Go for it pretty girl,” he gritted out, clenching his teeth as I dug around in the wound.

My heart broke as he cried out, making my nimble fingers work faster. I got the bullet out, proceeding by applying pressure on his wound while I found the stitching I needed.

“Almost done baby ok? We’re almost done.” I said, more to myself than to him.

I got to work stitching his wound shut, cleaning the area one more time before bandaging it. I cleaned all the tools again before putting everything back in the kit. I helped Robert to his feet, taking him to our room and lying him on our bed. I got him comfortable before rushing to the bathroom. I vomited everything I had consumed that day, my stomach heaving.

I flushed after I was done, getting to work on scrubbing the blood from my hands.

“Sweet baby?” Robert asked from beside me, making me jump since he was supposed to be in bed.

“You need to be laying down!” I scolded.

“I’m fine baby, not the first time I’ve been shot.” he chuckled.

“That doesn’t make anything better! I want answers right now Bobby! What the literal fuck is going on?!” I screamed, feeling the verge of a panic attack coming.

“Ok, ok baby I’ll tell you everything. Please just calm down-” he spoke softly.

“Calm down?! First I had a really strange and scary conversation with some asshole named Leo, and then my husband comes home covered in blood, and oh let’s not forget he had a fucking bullet stuck is his fucking side!” I raged.

“I know baby ok? Just sit down please.” he insisted, pulling me to our bed.

I sniffled as I followed him, forcing him to lay on the bed while I sat at his side. I moved some curls from his face, finding some bruising along his jaw and cheek.

“Jesus Bobby,” I whispered, wondering if I should do a full body inspection.

“Someone talked to you today?” he blurted randomly.

“Yeah, at the store someone named Leo.” I shrugged, trying to hide how much it scared me.

“Son of a bitch!” Robert growled, shoving up from the bed and stomping to the kitchen.

I chased after him, shouting that he was going to rip his stitches. He picked up the phone, harshly spinning the dialer while grumbling something to himself.

“What the fuck is going on!? Who’s Leo?” I asked, but Robert ignored me.

“Did you fucking speak to my wife at the store today?!” Robert hissed over the phone.

A moment passed by, Bobby’s face getting redder by the second. Something bad was happening, you hadn’t seen his face get that red since…

“If I catch you near her again I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out.” he snarled before slamming the phone down.

I took a step back from him so he could calm down, my earlier fear creeping up my spine. Not because I was afraid of him, but because I put the pieces together.

“The mob,” I muttered, slowly looking into his eyes.

Robert slowly nodded his head, his expression changing from anger to worry. He snatched me in his arms, cradling my head against him.

“Don’t leave me, you can’t leave me baby. I’ll protect you I swear I will, I never wanted you to be dragged into this.” he babbled, his worry growing when I didn’t reciprocate his hold.

“Sweetheart please, I’m still your husband. I’m still me, that will never change.” he whispered, tightening his hold.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you mumbled, sliding your hands up his back and clinging to his shoulders.

“You aren’t?” he questioned.

“No baby, I love you, and I will never ever leave you.” I affirmed, kissing his lips hard to seal my answer.

“Now will you please lay down?” I asked to which he chuckled lightly.

“Yes ma’am,” he grinned, taking me with him to our room.

Shit was about to get way more complicated…

[georgiapeach30513]

Mr. Freezy Pops Masterlist

Life would have been so much easier for you if you didn’t have a random run in with Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge.  Or was the meeting that random?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Drabbles:

Sun Bathing, Little Bit of Blood, Pretty Girl Confessions, Who’s Your Daddy, Psychotic Trio, X-Cross, Extra Sensitive, A Mouth Almost as Good as..., Merry Christmas Freezy Baby, Make a Mess

Imagines: (these are requests and not part of Freezy/Pretty Girl/Cherry’s timeline)

I’m Not Him, It Was an Accident, Visiting Robert with the Twins, We’re Keeping It, Paul Returns, Then There Was Four

Headcanons:

Life With Paul

Sweet Cherry Pops: The Sequel

Read in Chronological Order

A/N: this is a dark!fic. Each part will have tags at the beginning of the story.  Elements in this story will include dub con, murder, dead bodies, secrets, lies, branding, and heavy/dark smut.  YOU are the one responsible for the content you consume.

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

[littlelioncub43]

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 5k and some change.

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

Dividers made by the lovely @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t like that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Since May.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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love and lost

Summary: You’ve always been daddy’s good girl, praised and cherished. Then why did he left you with the mean old man?

warnings: 18+ content, prostitution, human trafficking, noncon, dubcon, smut, glory hole, purely unethical practices, drugging, force regression, manipulation, pain kink, little!naive reader being taken advantage of, blood, gay sex, painful sex, crying, abandonment, whipping, and more (detailed in each chapter) a

pairings: a shit ton of Sebastian Stan characters, Chris Evans characters x a little! reader

love and lost masterlist

Ransom’s thigh was warm, but not cushy enough for you to fall asleep in your drugged state. The man in front of you, with long wavy hair and glasses, couldn’t stop his gaze from coming to look down at you, kneeled between your Daddy’s thick thighs. You were too immersed at the deer head on the wall to listen at what they were talking. You caught some things; his name was Robert and they were bargaining something.

“Unusual to bring me a virgin,” He declared, taking another sip of his scotch. “You always fuck them before you bring them.”

Ransom rolled his eyes, even though Mr Freezy wasn’t wrong.

“I fucked that pretty mouth, that I’m sure of.” He contradicted, as if his masculinity was to question. Robert shifted, his cock straining against his pants at the idea of her plump lips around something. “I’m not offering a test ride, you either hand the money or I’ll go to Blackwood’s.”

Robert groaned, looking intensely at you as if he was deciding if you were worth it.

“She’ll look awfully pretty with the puppy, you think?” He finally sighed, and you perked your at the mention of a dog.

“Puppy?”you gleefully asked the man, eyes slightly lidded. He smiled at you, baring his razor sharp, white teeth. Ransom’s fingers intertwined through your locks, scratching your head encouragingly.

“Yes baby, you gonna get a puppy to play with.” He grinned, mostly because of the huge amount of money he knew was getting his way. His eyes twinkled as he faced Robert. “What about a glory hole?”

You whimpered when Ransom stood up, took a black briefcase Robert handed him, and started walking out the door. You got on your knees to follow him, but as the door slammed shut, two big hands wrapped around your waist. You squealed as cigarettes and alcohol wafted over you, big arms pressing you against a solid chest.

“Hi little kitty,” Robert whispered in your ear, making you recoil as he pressed the hot muscle of his tongue against your cheek. “Just have to check something.”

His hairy hands slid over your bare thighs, underneath your short skirt and under your white lacy underwear. His hand ran down the smooth side, fingers parting through curls effortlessly until he found your slit. Dry, as he suspected.

You squirmed when his calloused fingers looked for your opening, the other hand keeping your legs apart. He prodded your entrance slowly until he found the barrier, then retreated his hand to place it on your thigh. He verified what he needed.

“Where’s Ran?” you questioned, confused at what the man has just done. Robert didn’t answer, just ignored you as he deftly undid your skirt. “Mr, where’s my daddy?”

Growing irritated, Robert retreated a ball gag from his desk, shuffling it inside your mouth before you could ask “Mr? what is that?”.

You wiggled when you felt him tear at your clothes carelessly, the gag digging into the sides of your mouth. You started to fret, screaming for your Ran at the top of your lungs, legs flailing frantically.

“Fucking bitch,” he groaned,

He dragged you to the hall by your hair, now naked. The rich red carpet burned your bottom, and through tears, you saw him.

His tan coat and expensive scarf, slicked back hair and broad shoulders that gave you comfort. He had turned around at your cries, going to the other side of the long hall. Time seemed to freeze as you dug your nails into Robert’s arm, trying to stab your heel against the floor so you could free yourself and run towards him.

His emotionless face shifted, lips curling into a playful smile as his hand reached over to wave at you.

You continued to fight, but the intension just wasn’t there anymore. Robert managed to pull you into a dark room, with a flickering lightbulb enlightening the weird figure of the room. A young boy was there, and also wasn’t. His lower torso seemed to disappear into a hole in the wall, and his cheek was pressed against a metal surface. He instantly looked at the floor, as if he was fidgeting with his tied hands. Robert slapped you, getting you slightly dizzy so he could easily maneuver your body into the hole next to the boy. He secured your wrists, making you winced at the harshness.

“Behave.”He ordered before standing up and leaving. It wasn’t quick before you made out his hands, now unmistakable, pry your legs open on the other room and secure them to the side.

The tears were hot against your skin, your thumping heart beating against the cool metal as you jumped at every drift of air that passed through your lower region.

“It’s not really that bad,” the boy next to you spoke, voice tinged with awkwardness. His glasses sat uncomfortable on his face due to the fact that he had to constantly lay his face to the side or suffocate. “They are usually done before you know it.”

You frowned, confused about what he was talking about.

“The men,” he explained. “I’m Justin, not the best place to meet huh?”

Before you could even begin to comprehend what he meant, you heard the steps coming from the other room. Three pairs now.

“And we got something special here,” Robert chanted, his hand slapping against the flesh of your ass. You cried beneath the gag. “A virgin!”

“You can have her Buck,” a new york accent drawls, and you hear more footsteps. “I wanna get a piece of my favorite boy.”

You hear Justin whimper, face scrunching up in disgust, or fear, or pain.

“She’s a bit more expensive than the fat bitch,” Robert explained, caressing your folds to pull them apart. “But look at that, still has a hymen, and you know how virgins are, so easy to get wet.”

A few moments of silence before you heard a chuckle.

“I’ll take her.” A third voice answers, and a pair of contrary hands are placed in your ass cheeks, one hot and the other cold.

“Pleasure making arrangements with you gentlemen,” Pronge laughs, almost manically, and then his steps are out of sight-well, hearing?

You feel the hands wander down your slit to cup your pussy, and you jolt. You remembered the time Ransom caught you touching yourself there, and spanked you raw. When his cold metallic hand reached to rub your nub, you shuddered. His ministration had made you slick, and you sniffled at the weird sensation. You heard a zipper go down, and as you didn’t expect anything, you turnt to see Justin.

His cheeks were flushed and he rocked harshly forward. His little squeals had his tongue hanging, eyes bulging underneath his glasses.

Until something big and thick slaps against your clit and you mewl against the red cherry ball. It’s slowly pushes in, pulling your walls apart until you realize the pleasure had subsided and it’s started to hurt. You were sloppy, but the stretch was deliriously burning you. Again, you began to squirm, but the two hands pressed against your hips to pull you even closer.

“Fuck,” the voice curses “For sure she’s a virgin.”

It seemed it would never stop, never reach its limit. He pushed through your barrier and you tensed, walls throbbing. You wanted Ransom, needed to have him coo away the pain and tell you you were his brave, pretty girl.

You felt a hip press against your ass and two balls slap your clit. For a second, the pain ceases, and then your face slammed against the metal.

Ransom was holding you in his arms, pressing wet kisses against your skin as he caged you to the bed. His chest was cold against yours, as if lowering the temperature you were suffering from. His thrusts, deep and short, were hammering into your sore pussy. His arms slid over your back, pulling you even closer as he murmured sweet nothings into your waiting ears. You felt a knot building up in your core, delicious from the friction, but you wanted more. Until it snapped, and you gushed all over him. The duvet was so soft, like clouds…

You felt hairs tickling your face, itching you awake. The second you regained consciousness, you realized how similar Robert was to Ransom. His hands felt similar too, as Robert untied you from the contraption. He picked you up slowly, and the movement made you sense the pain that fulfilled your weak body. A warm liquid spilled down the middle of your thighs, and an ache settles on your lower back. You unconsciously nuzzle into Robert’s chest, his long strides lulling you to sleep.

You don’t recognize the room you are in, with red silk beds and dark furniture. All you could find faintly familiar was the boy from before, Justin, wiping his legs.

You are laid in the bed and a bottle of water is pushed into your lips. Drowsy eyes stare up at the man, drinking it gratefully.

“You did so well,” Robert told you, cleaning down the fluids you didn’t dare to look at with a warm rag. “Everyone wanted to fuck the pretty little virgin,”

You felt tears prickle your eyes and roll down the sides of your face at this, a hand involuntary going down to cup your sore pussy.

“My little girl,” Robert cooed with fake sympathy. “You just need to behave in the future, and you won’t get out there again. Okey pretty baby?”

You nodded, and he observed the way your lips wrapped around the bottle as if it was a nib. Soft, pink lips.

“What do you mean?”Justin pondered, as he tried to get up without faltering. “I have to do Glory holes every Friday, and she doesn’t?”

By the glare on Pronge’s face and the way he stood up and made his way to him, you understood how much Justin he just fucked up. He puffed out his chest, craning his neck to look at the older man, and a slap forced him onto the bed. Justin clutched his cheek, glasses had flown away. A veiny hand wrapped around his neck pushing him flush to the bed.

“What’s up little faggot? you get a lady close and suddenly you try to toughen up?” He sneered, his spit splashing against Justin’s cheek. His face went red, either from the lack of air or humiliation, but Pronge loved it. “Acting like you don’t get cocks up your ass every hour, fucking whore.”

He let him go roughly, straightening over him to smile at you, innocently and clumsily. Justin sobs, and you try your best to maintain eye contact with Robert.

“This is the puppy, pretty girl.” He explains, bending over to kiss your forehead. “Your buddy, only if he behaves.”

He left shortly after you were tucked into bed, locking the door behind him. Justin doesn’t want to talk, he faces away from you as he falls asleep. Under the dim moonlight you can slightly make out the angry red marks on his back. You fall asleep thinking of Ransom, hoping he will pick you up tomorrow from this horrible punishment. You can’t really remember what you did wrong, but you know your Daddy won’t leave you here.

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The Darker Side Of You

Mr. Freezy ~ One Shot

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I’d been contemplating this for a while, but when I read @jtargaryen18‘s one shot, Final Girl, I just felt like I had to (her writing is so amazing and so is she!). Thank you so much @jtargaryen18, for giving me feedback and being the first reader!! I’m letting y'all know now, this shit is dark and ONLY 18+. If you’re not into dark fics, please do not read this. For those of you who do, I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 9,283

Warnings: SMUT, non-con, dub-con, talks of murder, talks of dismembered body parts, blood play/kink, swearing, abuse, drinking, oral sex (female receiving) (talk of male receiving), murder planning, manipulation, read at your own risk and responsibly.

Summary: Robert Pronge has had his eyes on you for a long time. What happens when he can’t hold back anymore?

I do not give consent for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone any of this behavior, this is purely for entertainment purposes only.

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You had no idea that he was watching you. How would you? He was so good at lurking in the shadows and playing coy. He was so good at faking. When  your parents passed away in a car wreck, you learned that they had left you their house. Seeing as you were fresh out of college at the time, you were more than happy to move into the fully paid off house. The first person to offer his condolences?

Robert Pronge.

You thought it strange that an ice cream man could afford such a nice house in a nice neighborhood, especially with his wife staying home to watch their son, but you figured that maybe he had done well with investing in stocks. Or, perhaps, that maybe his his parents had left him their house just as your parents had left you theirs. Whatever the reason was, it was not your business.

Oh how you’d wish you had been more curious. If only you knew what was in store for you.

When Robert’s son started taking a liking to you, you weren’t surprised to see Robert coming around more. You didn’t notice when he would stare at you for long periods of time, or clench his fist whenever you would bend over to pick up a book to read his son, or the way his eyes traced over you while you made dinner whenever you had them over for dinner.

You especially never noticed him watching you night after night in your bedroom. Dancing around to Fleetwood Mac, your favorite album, as you got undressed and got ready for bed. You were also completely in the dark about about the fact that he would sneak into your house while you were asleep. Sometimes to watch you sleep and other times to get off to you asleep. If only you had known how close you’d gotten to being kidnapped a few times.

If only, if only.

**

“How lucky are you to be married to an ice cream man on a day like today?” joke to Mrs. Pronge as you wipe the sweat on your brow.

“God, it really is a scorcher today isn’t it?” she responds, turning the fan on as high as it would go. “Robert?!” she calls from the kitchen.

No response.

“ROBERT?!”

Still no response.

“I never know where the hell he goes,” she chuckles before grabbing the keys to his ice cream truck “just grab yourself something from his truck,” she smiles at you before handing you his keys. “Something for me too!” she calls after you as you practically run to the truck.

When you go to pull the door open, you aren’t surprised to find it locked. However, you are surprised at how many locks you have to go through to get the door open.

‘He really wants to keep his ice cream safe, doesn’t he?’ he think to yourself as you climb inside the truck.

As you make your way to the back of the truck, a small smile comes to your face at the thought of Robert taking his son out with him during the summer, being his little helper. When get to the freezer, they’re three more locks to get through.

‘Make a mental note to ask him about all of these damn locks,’ you think to yourself with a small laugh.

However your laugh quickly fades when you finally slide the door open and it reveals a frozen dead body inside. Before you have a chance to scream, an arm is around your waist and pulling you close, while a cloth is over your nose and mouth.

“Should’ve turned around when you had the chance, Sweetheart,” Robert chuckles in your ear, darkly, before you succumb to darkness.

**

“She didn’t say anything else? Everything seemed fine earlier, when I sent her to your truck for some ice cream,” Robert’s wife asks for what has to be the millionth time, worry evident in her tone.

“How many times do I have to tell you? She came to the truck while I was cleaning it, said she wanted some ice pops, she wanted to tip me for ‘em, ran inside her house, then she ran out and got in her car before speeding off. That was the last time I saw her,” Robert sighs, annoyed that his wife won’t just drop it.

“I know I know, I just...I hope she’s okay,” his wife sighs.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” he sighs, looking up at the clock. ‘She’ll be waking up soon,’ he thinks to himself. “I gotta go, I have to pick up that new order from Paul.”

“Why does he always give you these orders so late? It’s not-”

“I don’t know but if you wanna keep living in this nice house, I have to leave now!” Robert snaps, losing his patience and putting out his cigarette. “I’ll make sure not to wake up your or Tommy when I get in.”

He quickly made his way out of the house and got into his ice cream truck, practically speeding off as soon as the engine started.

He can’t explain what it is about you that makes him so crazy, but he knows that he needs to have you. He’s tired of waiting.

He had been waiting for years.

The first time he had seen you had been 3 years ago. He had just moved in with his little family. You had come home from college for the winter and the moment Robert laid his eyes on you, he was addicted.

You were a good girl.

Always wore modest clothes, watched her language, only brought one boy home (and Robert could tell from one look that he wasn’t satisfying you), and always did your best to be as helpful as possible.

The first time they spoke you were nothing but insanely sweet.

“Hi! My mom wanted me to drop this off for you and your family!” you beamed at Robert, holding out a pan full of lasagna.

“Oh! It’s so nice to finally meet you! Your parents have told us so much about you!” his wife gushed, pushing past him and taking the food from her.

Robert couldn’t help but stand there in a trance. He had never seen someone so...so pure. He had never wanted to destroy something so bad in his life.

“I thought that they’d be coming over with you?” she questioned, smiling at you.

“Oh, they would have loved to! However, my father is feeling under the weather, so we’re just staying in for the night. They both feel terrible though and send their apologies,” you smiled sympathetically.

“Oh, that’s awful! I’m so sorry! I hope he feels better soon!” his wife damn near cried, sympathy all over her face.

“Me too, it’s been like this for a while. Their doctor has been all backed up for a month, so we’re hoping to get him in before I go back to school, but I don’t want to dampen your holiday!” you smiled, though the tears brimming in your eyes spoke all the words you needed them to.

“Well, I’ll let you be on your way!” his wife quickly interjected. “We hope to see you all soon under better better circumstances, don’t we honey?” she questioned, nudging him softly.

“Of course we do,” Robert smiled warmly, suddenly remembering who he was supposed to be. How together he was supposed to be. “Maybe during the summer we can do something.”

He didn’t miss the way you smiled at him and he caught your gaze when you turned back to wave goodbye as you left.

The same look all women had.

He knew his scruffy and unkempt look made women who would never want him in a million years feral.

They’d seek him out in seedy bars, his truck when he was working in the park, and in the church parking lot when they were supposed to be good little housewives, praying for forgiveness about burning dinner.

Yes, all the neighborhood wives were the same, but he knew from the start that you were different. Even with the wives he forced himself on it never took much work because they always easily gave in. They only put up a fight to pretend they were good people. So they could later in life pretend they were once wronged.

So he waited and planned.

Waited for you to be desperate for him and planned a way for you to be all his.

The problem was no matter how drunk you got or how often you were alone with him, you never gave in to your desires. You’d never break up a “happy” home and you’d never sleep with someone you hadn’t been seeing for at least a month.

You were truly a good girl.

So, when your father’s sickness was diagnosed as cancer, Robert did his best to disguise his elation. It’s not like your father was in the best shape outside of the cancer, so he thought it would be a quick death. However, when he started to show positive signs a year or so later, Robert found himself back at square one.

Waiting.

That’s when he decided he’d act on his own accord.

He decided to wait until after you graduated because it was the least he could do. The middle of your senior year, your father’s cancer came back with a vengeance and, according to your mother, she didn’t think he’d last the rest of the year.

So, after graduation, Robert took it upon himself to do a mercy kill.

Your mother had always been an amazing cook and your father always spent time with Robert’s son.

Robert fucking up the brakes on your parents car was the nicest way he could speed up the process on what he wanted. At least your parents would be together.

Then the funeral came and went; you were so wrapped up in grief that you paid no attention to the adjustments made to your parents will. You had no clue that Robert had somehow managed to leave himself as the owner of the house that you would come to live in.

It wasn’t long after that, that you broke things off with your boyfriend. More grief and more crying, but Robert waited.

He’d make it all better.

When he arrives back at the warehouse, you’re just starting to stir. The most twisted grin comes to his face as locks the door and realizes that all of his fantasies are about to come true.

**

When you wake, you find yourself handcuffed to a bed and completely undressed, only left in your underwear.

‘What...Robert!’ you think, quickly remembering the last voice you heard and the last thing you saw...

“Even the underwear you wear is pure,” a deep voice chuckled.

As if on cue, Robert slowly emerges, not hiding the joy on his face at your terrified state. “Ro...Robert please,” you sob out “I didn’t see anything. I just...Samantha-”

“She didn’t know,” he chuckles “dumb cunt doesn’t know a thing about what I really do. What pays for that nice roof over her head,” he smirks, throwing his cigarette to the side. “ As for what you didn’t see, you saw exactly what I wanted you to see. So glad I waited for you to wake up this. It’s gonna be so much better,” he groans as he palms himself over his pants.

“Please don’t do this!” you cry out, yanking on the chains of your handcuffs. “I won’t say a word, I swear!”

“Oh, I know you won’t,” he chuckles darkly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground. “I’m gonna make sure of that. You saw for yourself sweetheart, no one ever finds out anything. I’m extremely good at what I do. I’d tell you to go ask those nosey neighbors of yours from across the street, but they’ve been missing for some time, haven’t they?” he smirks in a sinister manner as he sets himself over you, laughing at the ear piercing scream that leaves your mouth, before caging you in between his two muscular arms. “I knew she’d send you to the truck cause it’s too fucking hot. Left that little gift there for you, so we could start this...relationship off with no secrets. So you’d be assured that no one could ever hurt you. No one but me,” he finishes as he hovers over you.

If you weren’t so terrified of what was about to happen, you would’ve been turned on. You always found Robert attractive and you were pretty certain he was attracted.

Well now you’re certain.

Robert is good looking and he knows it. His long hair, stupid mutton chop that would’ve looked horrendous on anyone else, and his body. You’d thought about what it would be like under that body a few times, but you would never act on it.

Never. He’s married.

That doesn’t seem to matter at all, as you quickly realize that everything you thought about him is a lie.

Almost in an instant, he’s on you dropping desperate and hungry kisses all over your neck and chest, while his hands work on tearing off your bra apart.

If anything were to have ever happened between you and Robert, this is the last was the last thing you imagined.

How could you have been so dumb? So naive? It’s not like you never saw him leaving the house extremely late and coming back in the wee hours of the morning. The little red dots on his shirt that you always suspected were strawberry syrup stains? Definitely confirmed as blood now.

“You don’t have to do this! No one has to know, I promise-”

“Sorry Sweetheart,” he huffs, pulling your panties down “I’ve waited far too long for you. Plus, by the sight of this wet pussy, you’ve waited far too long too long, too” he smiles up at you.

“No!” you weep, mortified at the arousal gathering between your legs. You definitely don’t want this.

“Should’ve killed your parents a long time ago, baby,” he all but whispers before licking your clit with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t miss the gasp at the realization of what happened to your parents and the pleasure between your legs. “That’s right baby, needed to make sure I could keep you close by forever. Needed to make sure I have access to this pussy whenever I want. Such a good girl,” he groans before dipping down between your legs.

You do your best to fight the moans that leave your mouth, but he’s relentless. Bringing you off as much as he desires and letting out a pathetic moan whenever you coat his tongue with what desires most. You try to wrap your legs around him and choke him out, but his muscles make it easy for him to force your legs apart and keep them apart. He loves your fighting spirit and lets you know that when he forces two fingers inside of you, still eating you out with more energy than anyone has before, keeping his eyes on you to watch you come undone each time.

Shame and horror course through your as you come undone for him time after time, back arching as you grab at nothing since you’re still cuffed to the bed. You hate how he can make you feel so euphoric knowing all the sick and twisted things he’s capable of. The sick and twisted things he’s done.

“Knew you’d love this,” he smirks after getting you off with his tongue and fingers for a final time.

“Robert...please,” you pant, not necessarily sure what you’re begging him for.

“I don’t think you want me to stop, Doll,” he smirks, unbuttoning his pants.

“This isn’t-”

“I could hear you with that old boyfriend of yours, you never made the sounds with him that you just made for me now.”

“No, no, NO! Robert, your wife and-”

“I could kill her tonight and not lose an ounce of sleep. My son? Just collateral damage baby,” he smiles sadistically as he strokes himself. “Gonna destroy this pussy so much tonight and every other night. You’re all mine,” he huffs as he forces himself inside of you.

You cry out at the pleasurable pain, snapping your eyes shut and turning your head away.

“Oh sweetheart, is that how you thank me? Turning your head away after I got you off? After I prepared you for me?”

“Please stop!” you sob, trying to imagine yourself anywhere else but where you currently are.

“I’m done playing nice!” he yells, slapping you hard only making you cry more. “Eyes on me or me I swear to God I’ll make this the worst experience of you life!” he commands. You slowly open your eyes and turn your head towards him. “That’s a good little girl, gonna have you begging for my cock by time we’re done, baby.”

Robert isn’t gentle in his thrusts and he’s very vocal about how much he’s dreamed of fucking your tight little cunt. How he’s gotten off to at the sight of you sleeping in your silk gowns and while you dance around naked in your bathroom. When he feels you clench around him, a sick smile comes to his face.

“You like that, don’t you? Maybe you aren’t such a good girl after all,”

“N-no,” you sob out, ready to turn away but thinking better of it at the last moment. “It’s fucking sick!”

“Oh baby, the way your body is reacting to me is letting me know how much you love it. That’s okay baby, it’s okay to be a little slut,” he smirks.

Without even thinking, you spit in his face in pure anger and Robert doesn’t hesitate to slap with you full force.

You clench around him again.

“So that’s what it takes? Princess likes it rough? I can be as rough as you want me to be!”

Wrapping a hand around your throat he applies more pressure than you think you can handle, but you don’t want him to stop. You tell yourself its because you hope he kills you, but deep down in parts you’ll never talk about, you do like it.

He isn’t treating you like some delicate flower and he’s not afraid to hurt you. He’s using you like his own personal rag doll and it heightens everything for you. How could you be enjoying this? Getting off on him doing this to you? What the fuck does that say about you?

“You’re being such a good little slut for me tonight,” he whispers hotly in your ear, his hold on your throat getting tighter. “so much better than I thought you would be. Had no idea you could be so filthy,” he snarls just as the knot in your core tightens.

“I...hate...you” you gasp as you feel the knot snap and pitifully cry out in unwanted pleasure.

“Hate me all you want,” he growls as he chases his own release “but you don’t hate the way I fuck you.”

He gives himself a moment to get himself together before pulling out and grabbing his pack of cigarettes from his pants. He looks over at you as he stands up and lights his cigarette, a sick smile coming to his face as you cry and curl into as much of a ball as you can.

“Get yourself together,” he laughs as he walks off “we’re just getting started.”

**

3 Weeks Later...

The only time Robert wasn’t fucking you was when he wasn’t at the warehouse. Whenever he came back, he desperately needed to be inside you.

Especially when he was drunk.

“Never knew I could be inside someone so perfect,” he drunkenly moaned the first Friday you two spent together. “Never knew someone could feel this good,”

“Robert,” you sighed, pathetically fighting against him. You honestly didn’t know why you tried anymore. “Please, just let me-”

“Stop it princess,” he grunted, harshly pulling your hair “just let me make you feel good. We both know that I’m the only one whose ever satisfied you.”

“You murdered my parents!”

“Your father was gonna die anyway! I did him a fucking favor!”

“And my mother?!”

“They’re together! Considering what I do and how I handle things, I was pretty fucking considerate, don’t ya think, doll?” he questioned, pounding into you harder from behind. When you didn’t respond, he chuckled darkly with a small hiccup.

He knew he had you. “See Princess? I’m not so terrible.”

“You’re a fucking murder amongst other things,” you moaned, as you felt release coming on. “You’re a monster!”

“Don’t say that,” Robert moaned pathetically, before starting to trail kisses up and down your neck, his own movements starting to become erratic. “Let me take care of you!” he all but shouted as you both came undone at the same time.

You hated drunk Robert, because he almost made you forget. Forget that he was a monster and you were his little sex pet. Almost forget that he does terrible and vile things to other people just because. Almost forget that he completely fucked up your life in all the worst ways.

Drunk Robert was cautious but affectionate. He didn’t let you out of his sight, not even to use the bathroom, but he wanted to keep you in his arms. He wanted you as close to him as possible so he could kiss you all over whenever he wanted to. He liked you on his lap to watch TV on the couch in the little area he set up for you. He loved cuddling you close and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck when he finally decided it was time to sleep.

Yes, drunk Robert was a charmer to say the least, but it all went away when he sobered up and that’s what made you hate drunk Robert the most. He never stayed long enough to let you truly forget.

When sober Robert came back, it was always with a vengeance.  

Sober Robert always made up for the affectionate actions of drunk Robert.

“You’re going to tell her whatever she wants to hear, understand me? I’m tired of her fucking crying about how worried she is about you,” he snarled, holding a gun to your head.

He had come back in a particularly terrible mood on Monday. His wife wouldn’t stop asking questions and trying to figure out if she should call the police or not, and his son wouldn’t stop whining about how much he missed you. Robert had had enough.

“Don’t try anything funny cause I’ll kill them both right in front of you, before giving you the worst night of your life, you understand?!” he questioned angrily, pressing the gun harder against your head.

You sobbed softly and nodded listening to the phone ring, waiting for an answer at the other end of the line.

“Hello?” Samantha finally answered, clearly occupied by something else.

“Hey! It’s Y/N!”

“Oh my God! Are you okay?! I’ve been worried sick!”

“I’m fine, I’m so sorry to worry you! I’ve just been so busy since I got to my friend’s place! She’s going through a really bad-” you gasped when you felt Robert force himself into you, gun still pressed to the side of your head.

“Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine, fine! Just saw a rat and it scared the hell out of me,” you forced out a chuckle to mask the moan threatening to leave your mouth. “I’m just taking care of my friend for now!”

“God, you’re such a perfect little whore,” Robert whispered in your other ear. “You love this, don’t you? She has no idea I’ve been fucking you senseless and you love it, you dirty little thing,” he coos before biting down hard on your earlobe, making you clench around him desperately and hating yourself for it.

“As long as you’re okay!” Samantha practically sang into the phone. “Tommy will be so relieved! When will you be back?”

“I’m not s-sure,” you stuttered as Robert started to bite and suck on your neck “it all depends on when she gets better from her divorce, it’s been nasty.”

“Poor thing! Well you have nothing to worry about! I remembered where your parents kept the spare key and I’ve been sending Bobby over to keep the house in order and everything! It’ll be good as new when you get home!”

“Thank you so much and please thank Mr. Pronge for me-”

“Please call him Bobby,” she laughed.

“Please thank Bobby for me when you see him,” you say, fighting the urge to scream at the situation you found yourself in. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what the hell Robert had done to your parent’s house. “I have to go now...”

“Of course, of course! Call me if you need anything!” she called before hanging up.

You knew it wasn’t her fault, because Robert was amazing at what he did, but how could Samantha be so blind? How could she not see all the clues?

It was one thing for you not to see them, you weren’t his wife, but for her to just not question anything? It made your blood boil.

That’s why you let him fuck you senseless that night. You hated the situation you were in and you hated that she was so clueless to it all. You had come to the conclusion that she preferred to stay in the dark about as long as it kept a roof over her head, which was a huge part as to why you were trapped in your current situation.

Robert loved to tell you that out of all the women he fucked in the little suburban area you both called home, your pussy was the best he had ever had.

How the fuck could she be so blind to all of it? There’s no way she didn’t see the side looks, hear the snickers, or know the little giggles in passing were at her expense.

No, she had to know and she just let it happen. She let what was happening to you, happen.

You knew you’d never be able to physically hurt her, because you didn’t have it in you, but letting Robert fuck you like his own personal sex toy? You knew it would kill her to her core, so it all started to become easier.

Well...to an extent.

It was easier when you allowed yourself to forget who he was, what was happening, what he did, and what he was doing.

But what you heard at the beginning of the week made it all come to a halt.

“I don’t ask you for shit!” Robert almost yelled from outside of the room he kept you in when he business partners over.

“I’ve told you almost a million times,” another voice responded, a bit deeper and slightly exasperated “I don’t kill women and children!”

“Listen Kuklinski,” Robert started in a warning tone “I can’t do it myself, I’ll have too much heat on me!”

“I’m not killing your wife and son, find someone else who’s sick enough to do it!”

“I’d do it for you!”

“Lucky for you, that’s something I’d never ask of you,” the man responds, venom dripping in his voice.

You hear heavy footsteps retreating and a frustrated Robert yell and slap a wall.

He fucked you until you were too blissed out to talk that night.

That was when you decided that enough was enough. To kill you or his wife was one thing, but his son? You would never be able to deal with that.

“You need to let me go or kill me,” you sigh after your latest porn session with Robert, waiting for the camera to be tucked away.

His sick smirk slowly appearing as he lights a cigarette, “what makes you think I’d kill you?”

“I honestly don’t know what you’d do, but this can’t keep going on. Your wife-”

“Watch it,” he warned.

“Your wife will grow suspicious the longer I’m away. You either need to kill me or let me go back home. I won’t say anything and it’s not like anyone would believe me anyway. Not with how you have everyone fooled,” you sigh, laying back down, forcing yourself to ignore the disgust you feel towards yourself.

You’re literally the sex slave of a crazed serial killed, who clearly had no boundaries. You have even, in a way, become okay with it. Yeah, he’s terrible, but he’s all you have at this point. Waking up to a bed that isn’t empty? Pretty fucking nice, even if the guy sound asleep and holding you is a complete monster.

“Is someone mad because I had her fooled?” he snickers, getting on the bed and hovering over you, cigarette still in his mouth. “If I kill you, I can’t fuck this beautiful little pussy anymore, or that tight little ass.”

“A real fuckin’ Greek tragedy,” you reply as you roll your eyes.

“You really hate it here that much?”

“Are you fuckin’ stupid?” you shoot back at him. Your fear of him had almost completely disappeared.

Ever since he fucked you while holding a gun to your head while you spoke to his wife, which is something he really got off on, you can’t find it in you to give much of a fuck anymore.

He’s clearly crazy and doesn’t give a fuck about much, that includes you.

“You leave me in here all day, half the time I’m tied up, you feed me garbage, I haven’t been outside for weeks, all I have to keep me company when you’re gone is a fuckin’ TV and radio, the only conversations we have is when you talk about the frustrations of your work days as you aggressively fuck me, you killed my parents, and you’re keeping me isolated from the few family and friends I have left. Yes Robert, I fucking hate it here,” you huff, your glare finally meeting his gaze.

He throws his cigarette down to the ground (and you pray it sets the whole place aflame) before he starts to stroke himself. “You know that there’s nowhere you can run and hide from me, right?”

“I would never be dumb enough to believe that,” you moan as he forces himself into you.

“You talk to anyone and I’ll snap that pretty little neck of yours. Understand?”

“Perfectly,” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he starts to pick up the pace.

“So fuckin’ responsive to me and you just want me give you up,” he groaned, before stopping. “Wrap your arms and legs around me, baby.”

“Robert, what the fuck-”

“Christ, just fuckin’ do it!” he snapped. “If this is my last night having you here, I’m gonna do what I fucking want.”

“Isn’t that how I ended up in this shit hole in the first place?” you mumbled, but do what you’re told none-the-less.

You let out a reluctant moan when he stands up, pulling you closer to him and further down on his cock, and he snickered. “You’re still gonna deny that you don’t love my cock being inside you?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you huff, annoyed that you can’t hide anything from him. Especially when he’s inside of you. You also hate the fact that after only 3 weeks with him you’ve learned a few things about yourself that you don’t like.

“That mouth,” he smirks “you’re not afraid of me anymore, huh?”

“I’m terrified of you, but what’s the point? No matter how much beg or how good I am, you’re still going to do whatever you want at the end of the day. So what’s the point of mincing words? If you’re going to do whatever you want to me anyway, I may as well make it well known how much I hate you for ruining my life. Ruining me.”

“I’m giving you back, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, we’ll see how that comes back to bite me in the ass,” mutter as he opens the door. “Where the hell are you taking me?”

“You’ll see,” he smiles in a way that makes your stomach turn.

Robert never let you out of that room. He has the place where he keeps you set up like an apartment, so you never see what goes on. You hear what goes on and the plans that get made, but you’ve never actually seen it. When you turn your head to look behind you, you can’t stop yourself when a high pitched scream leaves your mouth.

A bloody stone basin with dismembered body parts. Fingers, arms, legs a severed head....why the fuck would he-

Then it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Fuck no! You can’t be that fuckin’ sick!” you yell, turning your attention back to him with what you’re sure is the most horrified look on your face.

“Yes I fuckin’ am,” he smirks as he sets you down on the edge of the basin “and I have a feeling you’re gonna love it.”

You cling to him as if your life depends on it out of pure horror and you hear him chuckle.

“Just let yourself enjoy it, Sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear before starting to pound into you.

“I fucking hate you!” you cry out, eyes clenched shut.

“I know you do,” he groans “and I love it.”

Robert wraps a bloody hand around your throat and you grip onto him tighter, nails digging into him as he fucks you harder with each pump. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you slowly open your eyes. You’re mortified at the site of blood all over you, all over the counter top, and body parts everywhere. You look down in the basin only to be met with lifeless eyes.

You’re living a real life nightmare.

‘How is the guy who gets drunk and tells me how I’m the only person who makes him feel something other than anger and hate, the same guy who can ruthlessly murder and dismember people? No matter what they’ve done...they can’t deserve this...can they?’ you think as you feel the knot in core start to tighten.

“Fuck,” you breathlessly moan.

“There’s my good girl, I knew you’d love this,” he smirks before biting and sucking on his neck.

‘How can he be soft with me, then go out and do this? Why am I being spared?’ you continue your inner monologue, trying to fight off your orgasm.

“Stop fighting me!” he growls, tightening his hold around your neck.

“No, I refuse-”

“Refuse what? Cause so far, you’ve taken everything I’ve given you and you despite what you say, you fucking love it!” he snickers, pushing harder into you, hitting the mark that drives you insane.

“I hate it and I hate you!” you moan, finally giving in and letting your orgasm wash over you.

“Doesn’t feel like you hate me all that much, Princess,” he sighs before claiming your lips with his.

That almost makes you stop in your tracks. Hes never kissed your before. Sure, on your neck and legs, but never your lips. That’s forbidden and unheard of, for both of you, because there’s unspoken rule that that’s crossing a line.

When you both break away, breathless, there’s something in eyes that’s new. Something that you’ve never seen before and you can’t place your finger on it. “I told you: tonight, I’m gonna do what I fucking want, and you’re gonna stop being such a bitch and quit fighting me,” he spat before slapping you, hard.

You hate that he knows how much you love that.

But you don’t stop him. You don’t stop him when fucks and chokes you so hard that you’re crying. You don’t stop him when he makes you admit that you love the roughness of it all and truth of what he does, and you don’t even stop when he makes you admit aloud he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had.

You let him get down on his knees and ruin you with his tongue. The feeling of his stupid mustache on your overstimulated bundle of nerves always had you screaming for him. He fucked you with his tongue and fingers until your will to fight him was gone.

“Fuck Robert,” you moan gripping his hair still trying determine if you want him to stop or to keep going.

“That’s right Kitten, purr for me,” he mumbles between your legs, smiling at view of you being a wrecked mess above him.  

You whine in frustration when he gets up and pulls you off the counter top, only to have him roughly turn you over and bend you and thrust himself inside of you.

“Should’ve set the camera up for this,” he grunts as you grip onto one of his thighs. “All bloodied up and all mine!”

“I’m not yours,” you whimper, feeling the build up of what you know is going to be a powerful orgasm. ‘Bastard.’

“The way this perfect little body is responding me, I know you’re all mine!”

“Never! I..fuck, I..SHIT!” you scream, orgasm consuming you to the point your legs almost give out.

“Say whatever you need to to make yourself believe you’re still a good little girl,” he chuckles darkly in your ear, his own movements starting to get erratic “but we both know that girl no longer exists. You’re just a filthy little slut. My filthy little slut!” he yells, as he fills you up with his warm seed. “You...you may claim to hate me,” he pants after a beat “but we both know you’ll never stop wanting me.”

**

4 Months Later...

You sit on your (well Robert’s) front porch and look out at the street in front of you. Just like everything else in your life, its lost its beauty. You can’t remember the last time you saw beauty in anything. Maybe Robert’s son, when he greets you as he leaves for school each morning, but even that’s tainted, because he’s Robert’s son.

The first few weeks after you returned, you couldn’t sleep. Part of that was out fear, and the other part was that you were alone. You hated him for that. You hated him for turning himself into a sort of comfort for you. As much as you hated him, and you’re sure you’ll hate him forever, you also miss him in a way. You mainly miss drunk Robert, but unfortunately that’s still him at the end of the day.

Finding work in your field was basically impossible, and you were more than sure that had something to do with Robert, but you didn’t stop trying to find something. You wanted more than anything else to move out of your parents house and out of New Jersey. You wanted as much distance as possible between yourself and Robert. He had ruined your family home for you.

So, as the nights and days turned into each other, you tried to find things to keep your mind occupied. Your parents had left a fair chuck of change and it was all that was keeping you afloat at the moment. It did help that Mrs. Pronge brought you meals every chance you got, but every time you saw her, you wanted to wring her neck. She was every bit as responsible as Robert, as far as you were concerned.

Finding things to occupy your mind turned into going out. Going out turned into bar hoping. Bar hoping turned into meaningless flirting. Meaningless flirting turned into drunken make-outs. Drunken make-outs turned into you bringing men home for drunken sex.

You kept knives by your bed, just in case they turned out to be Robert Pronge 2.0, but that didn’t matter. You never let them stay, because none of them ever satisfied you. After Robert, how could they? No, he had ruined other men for you and you knew he knew it.

He ruined everything for you.

So, you started to just leave it up to yourself. Sure, it wasn’t as great as the real thing, but it was more satisfying than anything else.

That’s when he returned.

“You missin’ me, Kitten?” Robert asked, sly grin on his face, as he entered your room. Interrupting you right before hit your climax.

“W-what are you doing here? Get out!” you yell, not caring if you wake the neighbors.

“I should be pissed at you, you little slut. All those guys you brought into my house,” he muttered darkly, slowly making his way over to your bed.

“Your house?! It’s MINE!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he taunted, undoing his pants “someone didn’t read the fine print. This here is mine, Kitten.”

“There’s no fucking way they left this place to you! They’d never do that to me!”

“You’re right, that’s why I had the lawyer change the will,” he chuckled.

“Leave me alone!” you practically cried, hating that you couldn’t just get him out of your life for good.

“I can tell by the way you were moaning my name a few minutes ago that, that’s not what you really want.”

“I hate you so fucking much,” you sobbed, despising the little bit of relief you felt when he got on your bed.

“I know you do, baby. I know you do.”

You let him fuck you senseless that night. As ashamed as you were, you weren’t going to fight it. What was the point? He had complete control over life at that point any way. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to kill him when he held you captive (which he loved), but that clearly hadn’t worked. He fucked up great work opportunities for you and he owned your parent’s home. All the fight you had left in you was gone. It just turned into bitter rage and hatred towards everyone who wasn’t you.

Robert came to see you almost every night after that. When he doesn’t you hated him. When he doesn’t come home at times, you worried and you hate him for that too. No matter what, you always hate him.

No matter how “good” he is to you, you hate him.

“Hey Y/N,” Samantha smiles, as she makes her way up your porch, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hey Samantha,” you smile, though you force yourself not jump on her and beat her to death. “What’s going on?”

“I was wondering if we could talk for a bit?” she questions, smile still on her face but sadness very present in her eyes. “I don’t really feel like there’s anyone else I can really talk to and-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, come in,” you smile, leading her into the hell you called your home. “What’s bothering you?”

“I know you tend to stay out of and away from gossip, so I felt comfortable talking to you. I know....do you have anything to drink?” she asks, taking a seat at your kitchen isle.

“I have juice, water, tea-”

“Any whiskey?”

“I have that too,” you laugh softly, before pulling out of the cabinet. “Whiskey huh? This must be bad,” you sigh with fake sympathy as you pour her a glass.

“I have been married to Robert for 6 years. Now, I know we didn’t get married under the best circumstances, I was pregnant and it’s what you do, but I did love him. I do love him. I have tried everything in my power to make and keep him happy, but I just...I know he’s cheating. I know he’s cheating on me with almost every housewife in this stupid little town. But I love him,” she sighs, finally meeting your gaze, tears in her eyes.

That had you feeling a very small sense of sympathy. “Oh honey, you can’t be sure-”

“Yes I can. He’s gone almost all the time and when he comes home early in the morning, he smells like sex and expensive perfume,” she cries, taking a sip of her drink. In that moment, you’re happy you hadn’t put any on for the day. “We fight about it almost all the time and last night...he put his hands on me last night. We’ve had a lot of arguments, but hes never put his hands on me. I just don’t know what to do!”

“Sweetheart, I know you love him, but have you considered leaving him?”

“I can’t do that to Tommy. That boy thinks the world of his father and I can’t tear him away like that. I can’t shatter his world.”

“You shouldn’t let him put his hands on you.”

“I just...has he said anything to you? I know he was helping you by working on your car for a while.”

“No, we didn’t really talk much,” you say, looking away.

That wasn’t a lie. You didn’t talk much. Not unless you were begging him not to stop fucking you.

“I don’t know, I’ll figure it out. I just really needed a friend and to vent. Thank you,” she smiles, finishing her drink before leaving out.

You sigh before laying your head down on the isle and closing your eyes.

‘This is why we always avoid married men’ you think to yourself.

“She gone?” Robert asks, coming up and out of the basement.

“Yeah, she’s fucking gone,” you sigh, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

“I got all of the blood of that shirt, you’re welcome.”

“I don’t owe you a ‘thank you’. If you’d stop fucking me in the warehouse then you wouldn’t have to keep getting blood stains out of my clothes.”

“You love it though,” he smirks wickedly.

“No, you love it. It’s fucking sick.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night. If I remember right, you were the one asking me for me to turn you around, so you’d be facing the severed legs.”

“I’d rather look at anything other than you!” you snap.

“Awh, is somebody in a bad mood?” he taunts, slowly making his way over to you.

“It’s not enough tat you’ve ruined my life? Now I have to listen to your wife cry about you cheating on her all the damn time?”

“I can take care of her, you know. Make it so you never have to see her again,” he coos, wrapping his arms around you.

“I don’t even care anymore,” you say, letting yourself sink into the feel of him. “You’re clearly the one running the show.”

“Don’t fucking say that. I’m clearly not. You’re alive aren’t you?”

“To be your sex pet and take her place.”

“It’s not even remotely close. I love you, I don’t love her.”

“You don’t love me either,” you scoff. “You love the feeling my pussy and asshole give you. That’s not love, that’s lust.”

“I do-”

“You don’t love anything. Not even me, you just find comfort in me. I can accept that, it’s fine. I’m not looking for anything from you. I never would,” you moan as you feel his lips on your neck.

“Whatever makes you feel better,” he almost whispers. “I can get rid of my son too, ya know.”

“Leave Tommy out of this. He shouldn’t die because you two can’t get your shit together.”

“I can make it up to you. Give you your own little Pronge to take care of.”

“If I was pregnant with your child, I’d fucking abort it.”

“As if I’d let that happen,” he growls lowly, wrapping his hand around your neck.

“Knowing you makes me wish I was aborted, there’s no way I would give birth to something you put inside me, knowing it would grow up to feel the same way I do.”

“Such a fucking bitch,” he mutters menacingly into your ear, tightening his hold on your neck. “But Samantha...?”

“Do whatever. I hate her almost as much as I hate you, if not more,” you respond with a desperate sigh, grinding your ass against him.

“Fuck, I might just fuck you right next to her dead body,” he groans as his other hand forces down your skirt and panties. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d fucking love it. I’d suck your dick so good to thank you,” you moan, leaning your head back into the crook of his neck, the thought of him choking the life out of her making you wetter.

“Shit, I love this side of you,” he sighs as he practically whimpers, pushing two fingers into your soaked folds. “The darker side of you.”

~~

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Easy Money (Part 6)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non-con, Kidnapping, Hostage Situation, Domestic abuse.

Author's Note(s): I hate using the word "daddy" with all my heart. So, what better way to express my hatred than to write about it?!

Robert is thriving in a state of blissful marriage. You on the other hand, not so much.

You would wake up, make him breakfast, pack lunch, all while he watched some rented porn. During the climax scenes Robert would pat his lap, signaling for you to get on your knees as he enjoys the rest of his show. After finishing off he usually leaves for ‘work’. He’d only ever let you wear a sundress or an array of slip-on garments. All for easy access. Some of them were slightly used. You never questioned where there came from. Not after noticing bits of blood sprinkled on them. You’d rather not think about it for very long. It made it all the more bearable to wear.

A white-picket fence life was never your thing. Yet here you were, living in the fucked-up version of it.

As Robert began sliding his work shoes on, you wait for him to leave. Only then could you get comfortable. You dare not to look up. In case he catches your gaze. Eye contact always led to him staying longer. You turn around and begin sweeping the living room floor. You stop as soon as you realize he hadn’t moved. Were you forgetting something? You look up. Although his expression hadn’t shown his anger his arms were crossed, “Don’t I get my kiss?” he tilts his head to the side.

Scared of what he might do next, you lean in to kiss his stubble cheek. Before you could retreat from the peck, he quickly turns his head to the side and traps you and a firm kiss. His hands grab at your rear. His long fingers start pulling up your skirt. His digits prod against your opening from behind. You squirm from his unwanted embrace. But seeing you struggle only encourages him to continue. 

You were repulsed from the taste of him. He reeked of cigarettes and musky cologne. Being in his presence alone had irked you, the sooner he’d leave the sooner you’d be left in peace.

Daily chores were all you could do. Your work had been handled by Robert through the phone, he was the sole provider in the house now that you weren’t working. He had stolen the only documents of your company and locked them in his ‘office’.

So, the only option ever given to you was the role of the housewife. Andy would help you with what he could. He was the perfect companion and a very patient child. He’s always eager to please and enjoys doing the dishes with you. A part of you hoped that once he got older, he would accomplish great things. All he’s ever wants to do is help people.

You were vacuuming the bedroom when you hear a crumpling sound. Turning off the machine you take a look at what had been caught. It’s a small book. A journal he kept hiding in plain sight. Part of you hoped it had evidence of his heinous crimes. Each page had a written date, almost like a… journal? No, there were titles for each section of the book.

Training.

Obedience.

Care.

Punishments.

Was this some sort of training book? He made a book dedicated to molding a wife. But why?

The first entry was written around the same time Robert kidnapped you and Andy. After living an entire year with this monster, the contents of what this book had made you downright terrified. He narrates it from his own point of view. How to capture and lure one’s ‘bait’. You couldn’t believe it.

Then it hit you. This wasn’t for Robert’s own enjoyment. It was supposed to be some sort of training manual. Something that he wanted to pass onto your son. He was making sure Andy would one day use this book on some poor woman. A chill ran down your spine. You’ll be damned if he ever taught your son to be a monster. There will never be a cycle for as long as you’re still breathing.

“Mama.” Andy’s voice chirps. He holds a small plastic shovel in his hands. Today you promised him to play outside. You held him close, clutching onto him until he whined from the pressure. You let go of him carefully. As if he were made of glass. You cupped his chubby cheeks, “As soon as he gets home, okay?” never bothering to call Robert ‘dad’ let alone ‘daddy’. Only when he was physically around. There would be hell to pay if you didn’t address him properly.

You and Andy had been out in the sun all day. You held him by his underarms as he leapt over a sprinkler. Of course, you wouldn’t be alone. The ankle monitor you wore had been a courtesy from one of Robert’s clients. He kept his shed door cracked open. Which meant from time-to-time Andy’s attention would go to his father you would try your best to distract him. But after a while he finally spoke up, “How come daddy doesn’t wanna come out?” he points to the shed.

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Robert’s back is faced towards you. Cooped up in his own world. For some reason your angel wanted to be a part of it. Over your dead body, “He’s really busy baby. It’s not good to go in while he’s busy.” you rub his small back. You notice his complexion is redder than before. Sighing at a possible sunburn, the daily struggle of having a child with an Irish father. You went inside to retrieve more sunscreen.

For some reason your Andy was too stubborn to take a hint. Because as soon as you step back out with sunscreen on a tray and drinks Andy decides that he wants to spend time with dad, right in his serial-killer lair. You almost drop the platter on a table as you made a run for the shed. You’ve dreaded for this day to come. How were you going to explain to him that his ‘hero’ killed for people for a living?

You slam the door open, causing Robert tilt his head around. Andy is sat on his lap. Robert isn’t annoyed at all by the soaking-wet child making himself comfortable. You briefly scan the place for anything dangerous or out of the ordinary, then look back at him in confusion. It really was just a normal shed. Having nothing wrong with it is exactly what made it so odd. You approach him warily. He always knew when you were watching. That’s how his little mind games usually start.

His eyes are hooded as he licks his lips. You know realize why. Your summer dress had been drenched from the activity from earlier. The fabric clung to your curves. Your wet hair stuck to your neck. He scoops Andy up in one arm. His gaze doesn’t falter even the slightest. Robert was like a hungry wolf. A beast that was holding your little lamb hostage. You cross your arms to hide what little decency you had. He gives a crooked grin, “Hey sport, why don’t you let me and mom chat for a bit, hm?” he places him on the ground before shooing him off.

Andy nods, “Okay daddy.” he stands on his toes to give his father a quick hug before leaving. Your poor boy had no idea what went on when his parents were ‘chatting’. You wait until your son makes it past the door, closing it behind him. You pay attention to the noise outside for a moment. Soon the sounds of his small steps are quiet. You let out a relieved sigh then turn around.

You’re face-to-face with him. He glances at your chest “Drop ‘em.” his voice is stern. Slowly, you pull your arms away. Revealing your now see-through dress, nipples already hardening from the friction. Your shoulders sink in an attempt to hide the peaks.

A large hand of his reaches to pat your temple, brushing back the hair from your face. It glides to the back of your neck where goosebumps develop. Robert darts his tongue out to swipe at his pout, “Is my kitten cold?” he always had a playful way with his words. You nod. His hand on the back of your neck pulls you into a kiss. His tongue poke against your bottom lip, motioning for access. You part your mouth open. He wastes no time delving in.

Every part of it was an act of possessiveness. Both of his hands now cup the round of your backside to rake up your skirt. With a yank the wet fabric was off of your damp skin. Robert had bunched it up your waist. He lifts you off the ground and you automatically wrap your legs around him. The kissing doesn’t break until you reach his desk. He plops you down. His head tilts to the side of yours where he starts to nip at the exposed skin.

His mouth drags from your jaw to your neck, to in between your breasts, until he bends down to your skirt. He lifts the damp fabric. You instantly part your legs for him. He hums in approval before giving a long, wet kiss against your folds. His lips wrap around your crease as his nose brushed against your bundle of nerves. He knows you love that.

It was different this time around. You could actually see him in action. You never took notice to how his long his lashes were. How prominent his features are underneath all that facial hair. How some freckles were developing from staying outside too long. Your mind went to putty when he got started. You hiss when he licks a long, hard stripe against your bud. You can’t help but lift your hips up for a better angle. His open mouth welcomes it. He pokes his tongue in and out of your opening. Practically moaning into your mound.

Your dripping folds with a mixture of his spit creates lewd squelching sounds each time his tongue muscle would plunge itself in and out. Your eyes grow wide from the sight. Your legs begin to quake. A tap to his shoulder lets him know that you were almost there. He yanks his pants down while standing back up. He practically lunges towards you.

Robert pulls your hips against the end of the desk. He prods against your slick opening before entering in one hard thrust, causing the entire desk to shake. Your nails dig into the fabric of his white tank. The bastard didn’t wait for you to adjust. That must’ve been the reason why he went downtown prior.

He pulls out before shoving his entire length in again. His strength alone sends you back against the desk. He crouches against your frame. You wrap your arms around his waist. Your hands slide under his shirt. Your nails dig into his pale skin in retaliation. Leaving angry red scratches. He hisses from the sensation, letting out a deep, guttural groan. He loves a kitten with claws.

He drags his length out until only his tip remained inside then slams it back in again. Just to hear you howl. Never once leaving you empty. He pulls your hand against his mouth before sucking on your digits, signaling you to touch yourself. You now wet pads reach for the hood of your clit. Massaging it in small, frantic circles.

Robert grunts, “Does it feel good baby?” he waits for a reply. You nod at him frantically. Robert isn’t satisfied. He slaps away your wrist away from your bud, “I said does it feel good?!” his voice is deeper, more demanding. Robert stops thrusting all together, waiting for an answer.

Your thoughts were cloudy as you frantically search for the right words, “Y-yes..” you whine from a cock-drunken haze. He slaps against your bundle of nerves, “Who makes you feel this way? Hm?!” his hand strikes your sensitive hood again, denying you the pleasure of finishing off. You gave in, as always, “You do! P-please!”

“Please what baby?” he wanted to hear the title he’d given himself. Hear you call him that special word. A name you absolutely hated to call him.

“P-please daddy make me feel good!”

Like music to his ears.

“Now, what do you say?”

“T-thank you,”

“For what?” his hand wraps around your throat. You’re a mumbling mess. His entire body weight is flush against yours as he pistons his hips. At this point, the pressure might as well break the legs off the table.

“Thank you for fucking me how I like it…aAh!” you grunt from the sensitivity. Tears trickle down your cheeks.

Robert’s thrusting is harder than ever. Skin slapping against each other could be heard only the slightest from outside. Your walls pump his seed out. His forehead is pressed against yours. You don’t bother getting up. Still winded from the aftermath. The bottom of your dress is still hiked over your waist. Your now filled cunt hangs off the end of his desk. Your breasts glisten with sweat.

All over your chest were small bruises left behind. You pry yourself up with an elbow. You reach down to cover yourself. Robert chimes in, “Wait. Don’t move.” he fumbles around, looking for something. He turns to you with a Polaroid camera in his hands. He holds it to his eye, leaning in to get a good angle, “Smile.”

You’re not amused. He could care less if you did it or not. Actually, having you pout would be cuter. He snaps a photo, and the flash goes off. He gives the fresh photo a shake. He raises a brow and whistles, “My, my, what a slutty little wife I have…” Robert pockets the photo as he lifts you from the table. Your legs are a bit shaken after wearing them out. Like a newborn fawn trying to take it’s first steps. It was hard walking while your thighs are clenched together. Harder than it looks.

You grip his arm tight. He enjoys the sight of you squirming because of him. A swell of pride strains his pants. He’s right behind you. Stalking close by. He presses his arousal against your backside. His hands are at your hips to hold you in place. He grinds his erection hard enough for you to feel it. His voice is a whisper, “Here. Let me.” he reaches for your skirt. A knee parts your legs while his palm presses in between. On hand holds your folds open with his fingers while to other is cupped underneath, catching the spunk dripping out. You grunt as more escapes for Robert to collect.

He holds it to your face for you to see. You can only think of one thing: Shame.

That’s when you hear the door knock, “Mama?” Andy politely calls. You were grateful to teach him that at an early age. After a while of not hearing anything, he opens the door. You shove yourself from Robert’s grip. Almost falling to the floor in the process. You slide up the straps of your dress before the door completely opens. A curious little Andy misses his mommy and daddy.

You usher Andy to go out, promising him you’ll be out in a minute. You turn around to glare daggers at Robert, “Could you please not do that? Or at least hold back while Andy is around.” you scoff before leaving. Robert clicks his tongue.

Little did you know it was Robert who invited him in.