#mr freezy angst

[holylulusworld]

SHG for killers (2) – You (the reader)

Summary: 6 men meet up to talk about their problems. They soon realize they need someone to help them solve their problems. This person is you. Whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Steve Kemp x fem!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader, Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x fem!Reader, Andy Barber x fem!Reader, God, the bounty hunter x fem!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, hostage situation, language, kidnapping, plot twist, world building

A/N: Please consider Steve Kemp is not a cannibal in my story. This is an AU. All men are serial killers, killers, or hitmen.

SHG for killers (1) - The first meeting

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You’re fuming. No, it’s even worse. You are ready to commit murder and would regret splitting their skull with an ax.

One day. You only wanted one day off, but that’s too much to ask for. They all take days off without asking if you can cover their shift all the damn time.

“Never heard of work-life balance,” you snap at your boss. You huff as she doesn’t reply. “Yeah, you let me work overtime and didn’t pay me. But God forbid I take a day off because I’m having a terrible headache!”

“Ms. Y/L/N, you took the day off because you suffered from a hangover, not a headache. And it wasn’t the first time you stayed at home without giving us a call.”

You huff at her bitchy comment. “I wasn’t drunk or hungover.” You narrow your eyes when your colleague walks past you and your boss. She ratted you out, you know it. One drunk escapade, and you’re in trouble. “I was sick and had to stay home. It won’t happen again!”

“That’s right,” she huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “It won’t happen again. You’re fired!”

“Fired?” You gasp loudly. “You can’t fire me! I quit, you uptight and stupid bitch!” You’re too angry to care that you just fucked your career over. Usually, you try to negotiate or talk things out, but your boss takes one step too far.

You twirl around and make your way toward your office, glaring at your colleagues on your way. None of them came to your aid. You covered for them more than once—to hell with all of them.

Walking toward your car, you sigh deeply. All that’s left of your career fits in a box. Great timing. You were about to move into a bigger apartment and buy a new car. Now that your regular income has turned to dust, you’re back to square one.

“Miss, can I help you?” You gasp when, out of nowhere, a man stands in front of you. He looks you up and down and runs his index finger and thumb over his mustache. “This looks heavy, sunshine. Let me help you.”

Out of instinct, you take a step back. This man means trouble; you just know it. There’s something in his blue eyes telling you to run.

“No, thanks,” you try to sound confident as you look around the underground car park. You can’t see other people but hear chatter coming from the other side of the underground car park. “My colleague will be here in a minute to help me, Sir.”

“Sir,” he hums. “I like it when you call me that.” He steps even closer to snatch the box out of your hands. “Why don’t we stop with this nonsense?”

He drops the box and reaches for you to grab you, but you sidestep him. The man huffs and lunges forward, but you dodge his attack.

“HELP!” You scream, but the two people you heard talk earlier ignore your screams for help. “HELP!”

“FIRE!” Now that they look your way, you wave at them, but instead of helping you, they run off, leaving you alone with the man.

“Aw, princess,” this time, he tackles you to the ground and pins you to the cold concrete. “Stop fighting me, or this will hurt you more than me.” He tries to cover your mouth with one hand and restrain your wrist with a pair of handcuffs.

No, you won’t go down easily. You use the last strength left in you and knee him in the groin. He whines for a second and bites his lower lip. The man breathes through the pain while angrily staring at you.

Even if you can’t defeat him, you fight back. You smirk behind the hand covering your mouth and glare at him.

“I love me a good romp, princess,” he purrs in your ear. “Let’s make things a little easier for me. I’d like to transport you in the backseat, not the trunk.”

Your eyes widen as he gets a syringe out. Wiggling underneath him, you shake your head. The fucker is heavy, and it feels like his body is corded in muscles. Fuck, he will bring you to a second location, and this can’t be good.

You bite the hand covering your mouth, earning a slap to your thigh. The sting distracts you long enough for the man to ram the needle into your thigh. “Easy there, princess. We can get kinky later.”

Wrapped like a package and gagged, you sit in the middle of what looks like a chair circle. The man who kidnapped you sits on one of the chairs. You don’t recognize the others, though.

“Gentlemen, here’s the solution for all of our problems. Mr. Andrew Barber’s sweet secret. I got her for us. Oh, and I grabbed some of her shit and burned down her place to make her disappearance believable—or rather her death.”

One of them cocks his head to look at you. He looks rather bored than interested. “We don’t need another member,” he says, and goes back to checking on his phone.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport, God,” the guy kidnapping you says and elbows the man in the ribs. “She’s fun. Little Miss Sunshine tried to knee me in the groin. Can you believe this? She’s a firecracker. No wonder, Barber is head over heels for her.”

“She’s not too bad to look at,” one of the others says. You glare at your kidnapper and narrow your eyes, daring him to get close to you. “Good job, Hansen. So, what do we do with her?”

“What do we do—?” Hansen, your kidnapper, says. “Kemp, I thought you were a lil’ smartass. What do we do with a pretty ripe cupcake?” He smirks at you. “We eat it.”

“What’s going on here?” A familiar voice fills your ears. You jerk your head toward the new arrival and huff. Of course, it was him. The creep snapping pictures of you at the practice. Andy Barber. “Who is…”

“I got her for you… I mean us... Lloyd proudly states and points at you sitting in the middle of their chair circle.

“What the fuck! Hansen!” Andy barks. “What did you do? You’ll get us all in trouble!”

“What?” Lloyd shrugs. “You talked so much about her and whined. I did you a favor and grabbed her. Now we have a good doctor in the house.”

“Hey!” Kemp grunts. “I’m a doctor. She’s just…” He gets up to look down at you. “…a bitch talking my patient out of surgery. Hmm…she looks different in that light, though.”

“Who cares about the light?” Robert grunts. “Can she help us or not?”

“Oh, she will help us,” Lloyd crouches down next to you to cup your chin. “Right, baby cakes. You’ll sing for me when I eat that muffin.”

“Lloyd!” Andy yells to get Hansen’s attention.

“What? I’m busy here!” Lloyd yells back.

“That’s not my therapist,” Andy says while running one hand down his face. “You fucking idiot! You kidnapped the wrong woman!”

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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!

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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)

[ilovefandoms102]

Captivated by You

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

Summary: The beginning of a love story…

Note: This is my take on the basement wife challenge! I hope everyone who loves dark fics like this let me know if you want more stuff like this!🥰🥰🥰

Part 2

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Warnings🛑:brainwashing, basement wife aspects, smut(oral(fem receiving), spanking, dom/sub aspects, noncon/dubcon aspects)

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I paced the kitchen as I waited for my husband to come home…

I had some extra time from my usual chores to spend on dinner, so I made Robert's favorite dish of mine. I really hoped this would get me my special treat for later, I had been craving his touch since he left for work this morning.

I met Robert four years ago, he saved my life. I was out at the bar with some of my friends, the night was a bit boring, so I headed out for a smoke. The whole time I felt like something, or someone was watching me. I was correct in my assumption, a hand snatched my elbow.

I went to scream, but the greasy, smelly hand covered my mouth. I kicked at the person's legs, elbowed them in the ribs, but nothing stopped them as they began dragging me away.

I fought back as much as I could, pure terror taking over my senses. I saw another figure out of the corner of my eye, tears pouring down my cheeks as I knew I was done for.

Suddenly, I was pulled away from my attacker. A tall, buff man shoved the person away. However, I wasn’t expecting the man to pull out a gun and shoot my attacker several times. I scurried away, backing into the brick wall.

The man who saved me turned, his handsome face now in my view. He stalked towards me, but I was frozen in place when I should have been running. He towered over me, his handsome features now completely visible.

“It’s ok sweetheart, you’re safe now.” he assured, taking me in his arms.

Not all love stories are happy however…

Robert took me home, or he said he was taking me home, but turns out I’d never see it again. Instead he took me to his home, but I was too drunk and still in shock to care at the moment.

The next morning, I woke up in what seemed to be a crawl space. The room was tiny, and surprisingly clean. I rubbed my eyes, taking another look before getting up. I tried the door knob, and it was locked. I jumped when the knob turned, Robert stood in front of me with clothes.

My clothes…

“Where did you get those?” I asked quietly, my heart thumping so loud my ears rang.

“From your house baby, I’ll come with the rest of your stuff later.” he smiled, my stomach dropping to my toes.

“Wha-What? I’m not staying here, I-I need to go home.” I stammered, but Robert gently pushed me back in the room while shutting the door behind him.

“You are mine now sweetheart, my good little wife.” he said, rubbing your cheek softly.

“N-No! I-I don’t even know you!” I exclaimed, taking my chance to run for the door.

Robert was too quick, he dropped my clothes and caught me by my waist. He manhandled me back to the bed, fitting himself between my legs. I pushed at his shoulders, banged my fist at his chest, but nothing affected him. He simply sat there until I gave up.

“Please, don’t do this.” I whimpered, tears rushing out of the corners of my eyes.

Robert hummed, skimming his big hand under my dress to my panties. I gasped, trying to wiggle away.

“If you don’t want me sweetheart, why are you soaked?” he taunted, rubbing against my pussy.

I cursed my traitorous body, moaning as he continued his actions. I bit down on my lip, trying to conceal any further noises, but failed miserably. My eyes closed as he moved my panties to the side and inserted his fingers, I threw my head back when he began moving them.

“Hmmm, so wet sweetheart.” he grinned, leaning down and pressing his full lips against my exposed neck.

“Sto-Stop, fuck.” I gasped, bucking my hips as he curled his fingers to hit my gspot.

“I don’t think you want me to baby, a good wife let’s her husband have his way with her.” he smirked while moving his fingers faster.

Robert's lips met mine finally, his tongue prying it’s way into my mouth. I couldn’t help but to kiss him back, quickly becoming addicted to his taste of cheap cigarettes and mint.

He swallowed my cries of pleasure as I came on his fingers, my legs shaking as he continued hitting my special spot. Robert sat up as I came down, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His muscular chest and abdomen came into view, and he took my hands and placed them on his pecs.

I explored every scar and ridge, right down to his huge cock that looked like it was going to bust out of his pants. I hesitantly palmed him, the hearty moan he let out caused me to shiver. He quickly stood and took his pants and underwear off.

I wasn’t expecting him to grab my ankles and yank me to the edge of the bed, his quick hands making work to rid me of my clothes. Once I was fully naked, Robert took a step back to observe me.

I flushed the more he stared, I already hated my body, so I didn’t need him staring at it. I covered myself, and Robert did NOT like that. He smacked my ass hard, a surprised scream leaving my throat.

“Do not cover up in front of your husband, is that understood?!” he hissed, pulling my arms away from my body.

I nodded obediently, pouting a bit which made his face soften.

“You are the most beautiful creature on this planet my love, and as your husband I will make sure that you know that every second of the day. Deal?” he asked softly, and I again nodded.

“Words baby, let me hear your pretty voice.” he murmured, kissing my lips gently.

“Ok,” I whispered, goosebumps rising on my skin as his big hands groped all over my body.

He showed me how beautiful I was to him, and that’s where our story started…

[hansensgirl]

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[recschrisevans]

Robert Pronge | recs

🌸fluff 🔥smut 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦family\pregnancy 🏃‍♀️angst

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[georgiapeach305132]

Who’s Your Daddy

Summary:  Robert is a bit jealous that Sundae favors Cherry over him.

Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Warnings:  Mild language, jealousy, Sundae favoring Cherry

Word Count:  500

The first time you noticed Robert’s jealousy with little Sundae was when you two came home from a date.  Sundae made little grabby hands towards you, offering sweet open mouth kisses, and then she was back to reaching for Cherry.  You watch as Robert bites at his lips awkwardly, and then walks to the kitchen for a drink.

The second time was when both men had been out doing some “business” for the sheriff.  Upon returning Sundae crawls quickly over to Cherry, sitting up and reaches towards him.  Robert wasn’t that calm.  He grunts, pushing past Cherry to pick up the small girl.  

Sundae gets one look at him, her face curls up before she reaches for Cherry again.  Reluctantly Robert hands her over, storming off to the backyard, slamming the door behind him.  You and Cherry both look at each other awkwardly.  “I got this,” you tell him, following Robert outside.  “She’s just a baby you know.”

“I never wanted this life,” Robert’s voice is nearly a whisper.  The grittiness is no longer present.  “Never wanted one woman every day, definitely never wanted a kid.  And here we are.  Every time I look at her and she chooses him over me...I should have been here.”

“Where would we have been if you didn’t go to prison?” Robert looks over at you.  You can tell he’s running through the millions of things that could have happened had they not followed through with The Plan.  “Maybe Cherry needs to go on vacation for a week or so.  You stay at the house.”

His blue eyes stare off into the distance.  You have no idea that he wants to add a playground for your small daughter.  Thinking about how he can make your home more enjoyable for her.  “Alright, Freezy baby.  Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“’M not good enough to be her father.  Cherry’s a good man.”

“And Cherry is her uncle.  You’re her dad, so it doesn’t matter what you think.  Quit your pouting.  It’s going to take work, because she has bonded with Cherry.  This is what you’re gonna do.  When she’s around you’re going to be soft.  You’re going to pay attention to her.  You’re going to start changing diapers, and feeding her.  You’re going to spend time with just you and her.  You’re not going to raise your voice.”

“And you think all that is going to work?” he offers a small smile.

“I do.  If you want it to.  I want her to recognize that you are her dad.  She loves you when you’re being sweet.”

“I’m not sweet Pretty Girl,” walking over to him you sit in his lap.  Laying your head against his shoulder, you begin petting his arm.  “And then you do shit like this and I’m reminded of how fucking soft you’ve made me.”

“Be sweet to her then.  Should we send Cherry away for a week or so?”

With a quick kiss to your cheek, he looks at you, “Not yet.  How long do you think we have before Cherry comes looking for us?”

[gothamcityangst]

What if Mr Freeze managed to have a child with Nora before she was frozen? After the accident, he'd never be able to hold his child with bare hands for the risk of hurting them. He could never give his child a hug or kisses or hold them and tell them how much they both loved them.

After he becomes a criminal his child is taken away from him and given to an adoptive family.

The nights are long and lonely in his Arkham cell. He just wishes he could cradle his babe in his arms. His sweet little child with Nora's striking blue eyes and thin blonde hair. With a mixture of time and boredom on his hands, he begins to form a plan. He'll stop at nothing to get his child back. They're the only family he has left and he'll be damned if the courts will take them away. He'll freeze the entire city before he spends a second longer away from them.

After multiple escape attempts, he does manage to find his child eventually. Word has it that their child is sick, not uncommon for children during flu season. He tracks the child to Gotham General Hospital. He infiltrates the children's ward in one of his stealthy cryo-suits and he finds his child in the children's ward.

He finds the child, his poor child is the spitting image of their mother. Tubes were coming out of every part of their body. Victor couldn't understand what was wrong with his child until he read the clipboard at the end of the bed.

Stage one: MacGregor's Syndrome.

[munsonmolls]

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Aww I’m so glad you’re enjoying it!! ❤️❤️ and yea I’m thinking of making it maybe 4-6 parts? I’m just working on it but it’s going to take a while as I have a lot of college work to do! But half term is next week so hopefully I’ll get part 3 finished by then and start working on any other parts 😍😍

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[holylulusworld]

Self-help group for killers masterlist

Summary: 6 men meet up to talk about their problems. They soon realize they need someone to help them solve their problems. This person is you. Whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Steve Kemp x fem!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader, Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x fem!Reader, Andy Barber x fem!Reader, God, the bounty hunter x fem!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, hostage situation, mentions of murder/killing for money, serial killers/hitmen, mentions of blood/gore, kidnapping, scared reader, talk about crimes, possible smut in future chapters

A/N: Please consider Steve Kemp is not a cannibal in my story. This is an AU. All men are serial killers, killers, or hitmen.

SHG for killers (1) - The first meeting

SHG for killers (2) - You (reader)

SHG for killers (3) - Lloyd Hansen

SHG for killers (4) - Steve Kemp

SHG for killers (5) - Andy Barber

SHG for killers (6) - Ransom Drysdale

SHG for killers (7) - Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy)

SHG for killers (8) - God, the bounty hunter

SHG for killers (9) - Between heaven and hell

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2022 Kinktober Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙

Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿

Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader  🔥👿🕸️

Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

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

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

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

Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

[ilovefandoms102]

Captivated by You-Part 4*

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

Summary: Robert takes you to a nightclub, but what you didn’t know was that it would be one of his hits…

Note: Probably the most exciting and dirtiest part of them all🥴

Warnings🛑: manipulative relationship, basement wife, graphic violence, murder(done by Freezy), witness of murder, smut(unprotected vaginal sex,sex on the freezer in the ice cream truck holding the dead body, spanking, noncon, oral(fem receiving), punishment, degradation, dumbification)

Please take the warnings seriously these are dark topics.

Part 3 Part 5

My anxiety has been sky high since I found out what Robert does for a living…

I couldn’t get the events from a couple of weeks ago out of my head. I’m not sure how I didn’t see the signs earlier, there was no way we could afford the shit we have with just an ice cream business. I felt stupid, even remembering the night I came here I should have known.

Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn’t…

Stop thinking like that!

This is your husband, your Bobby!

I had to keep telling myself that.

“Get prettied up today sweet one, we’re going out.” Bobby said as he got ready for work.

“Oh? Where are we going baby?” I asked, cursing myself as my voice shook.

“You alright?” he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Mhm,” I nodded, turning my back to him as I continued my chores.

Robert stalked up to me, I could feel his anger radiating off of him. I cried out in surprise as he yanked a fist full of my hair hard enough so my neck craned.

“You know I don’t like it when you fucking lie sweetheart.” he growled, biting against my jaw hard enough to bruise.

“I-I’m sorry Bobby, pl-please.” I whimpered.

“I’m taking you out tonight and I expect you to be grateful, but you just want to be a fuckin’ brat huh?” he seethed, his hand clenching harder in my hair.

“Baby you-you’re hurting me!” I squealed.

“You’ve done pissed me off, my dumb little wife forgot how she’s supposed to treat her husband hmmm?” Bobby taunted, his other hand forcing my chin around to face him.

“Let go of me, please.” I sobbed, tears flowing down my cheeks.

“You brought this on yourself honey, now you’ll pay the consequences.” he hissed, pulling my hair with him as he dragged me down the hall.

“No! No Bobby, please baby no! I’m sorry please!” I screamed, fighting against him with all my might as he pulled me towards the crawl space.

Flashbacks of the early days when my punishments were more frequent came forward, my brain going haywire as I continued to fight against him. I somehow pulled away from him, running back toward our bedroom, but he was too quick. Robert flung me over his shoulder, not even phased as I pounded on his back.

“Bobby! Let me go! Please don’t do this, please I love you!” I sobbed as I finally gave up.

He ignored me again as we entered the crawl space. Bobby threw me on the rickety bed, tying my hands to the bedpost. Tears silently fell as he turned me over on my knees, flipping my dress up, and pulling my panties just so my ass was exposed.

“Stop fucking crying, you know when you lie you get punished.” Robert barked, slamming his palm down on my ass.

I jumped, trying to silence my cries as he gave each cheek 30 smacks. I was so sore, whimpering as I heard him taking off his belt.

“Bobby I’m sorry, I’ll tell you I swear, I swear I’ll tell you.” I tried, but my words fell on deaf ears as he climbed on the bed.

“You should have thought about that sweet baby, now I have to finish your punishment.” he sighed, pushing his pants and underwear down.

“No baby, please-please don’t do this.” I begged, sobbing harder from the pain as he pushed his cock inside of me.

I cried as he pounded inside of me, feeling no pleasure as he used me to get himself off. He was a sick man, but I loved him. I couldn’t help it. After my punishment, Bobby left me lying there naked while he went to work.

I fell asleep from exhaustion, only being awoken when Bobby came home early and untied me. He carried me to the bathtub, already having the water ready for us. I flinched as the hot water touched my bottom, clinging to Bobby as he sat me down gently.

“‘s alright baby, you’re ok.” he whispered sweetly, kissing my head quickly before he stood and undressed himself.

I shied away from him once he got in and tried to pull me closer, still insanely angry at him even though I should have just told him the truth. His touch was so different from just hours ago, just like it always was after a punishment, and I’d always forgive him…how could I not?

Robert kissed the marks he left on the skin he could reach, pulling me further into him. He gently washed my hair, massaging my scalp with his skillful fingers. Once he completely rinsed my hair he moved to washing my body, being ever so careful of his marks. He turned me around in his lap, pulling my thighs on either side of him so I straddled his waist.

“What did you learn?” he asked, cupping my cheek in his hand.

“N-Not to-to lie.” I croaked, pushing his arm away.

“You know I don’t like punishing you my love-” he started, but I interrupted by standing on my wobbly legs.

“That’s right, you don’t have to, but you still do it.” I said coldly as I stepped out of the tub.

I wrapped my hair in a towel before drying off my body, hissing as the fabric ran over my sore behind. Bobby sighed as he washed himself before getting out, drying himself before closing in on me.

“Leave me alone Bobby,” I said as I shoved past him.

Of course he didn’t listen, he followed me. I sat on the edge of our bed as I applied my moisturizer, one that was Bobby’s favorite scent. I made sure to put extra on my raw wrists, the markings still a very angry shade. In all Bobby fashion, he forced me down as he crawled on top of me. I huffed annoyingly as I pushed his chest.

“Get off,” I grunted, slapping away his wandering hands as they traveled to my bare core.

“Such a pretty little pussy my wife has, all mine.” he said to himself as he spread the lips apart.

“Bobby!” I growled, but didn’t stop him this time as he lowered his head and kissed my pulsing clit.

“She needs me baby,” he cooed, sticking his tongue out as he licked from my entrance to my clit while keeping eye contact with me.

He pushed the hood back, and wrapped his full lips around my clit and sucked. I squealed loudly as fireworks erupted through my whole body. His eager tongue laved against the little nub, his fingers joining as two of them slithered inside of me. My back arched from the bed, one hand keeping his head in place while the other clenched at the sheets.

Seconds later I was coating his beard in my cum, my greedy husband slurping it all up until I was clean.

Bobby pulled up to one of the nightclubs in town, my heart dropping to my stomach as he tucked a gun in his pants.

“Wh-What’s that for?” I hesitantly asked.

“Don’t worry about it sweet baby, let go.” he smiled, tapping my thigh as we got out of the car.

He gripped my hand tight in his as we entered, the music booming as people crowded the dance floor. I giggled as Bobby twirled me around, bringing me back in his arms. I noticed Bobby was extremely tense, keeping a tighter hold on me than usual when we were out in public.

“My love? You alright?” I asked him as he pulled me in from another twirl.

“I love you, more than anything in this world you know that?” Bobby whispered, taking something out of his pocket.

“Y-Yeah I do, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.” I murmured, watching him wrap something in a handkerchief.

“Go to the bar, don’t leave until I come get you. Understand?” he ordered, my head nodding obediently as I whisked away.

I kept my eye on him as he danced his way into a crowd of people, fidgeting with my fingers as he brought the handkerchief to his nose as he sneezed in someone’s face.

I watched as that man dropped dead, and Bobby was nowhere to be seen. My eyes widened, frantically searching for my husband. Thankfully his handsome face appeared moments later, grabbing my hand and forcefully pulling me out the back entrance of the club.

“Bobby what the hell?!” I squealed.

“Shut the fuck up dammit! We can’t be spotted!” he hissed, leading me down the alleyway.

His ice cream truck was parked behind some rubble, hidden from plain sight. Bobby shoved me in the passenger side before jogging over to the driver side. He drove around the block, going into another creepy alleyway.

“I don’t like this, I want to go home.” I whimpered, my eyes darting over to Bobby who was smoking a cig.

“Stop being a whiny bitch y/n,” he growled, coming to an abrupt stop.

Bobby pulled me with him as we met a strange man I’d never seen before, with a human sized bag behind him. I felt bile rising up in my throat, it took everything in me to not vomit. The man and my husband lifted the body into the back of the truck, and into the freezer while I watched in horror.

I gasped as Bobby yanked me into the back with him, not even noticing the man had left. I gulped as he cornered me, dangerously close to where the dead body was.

“You haven’t wet my cock today gorgeous, think it’s about time.” he smirked, shoving me over the freezer where he laid the body moments earlier.

“No! Bobby not here!” I screeched, earning a slight tap on my cheek.

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you that you don’t decide when and where I fuck you, be a good slut and shut the hell up.” he commanded as he shoved our undergarments down.

“But-” I started.

“Woman, what did I just fucking say?!” he hissed, smacking my very sore ass before shoving himself inside of me for the second time today.

“Shit,” I moaned, ashamed of myself of the erotic feeling as Bobby fucked me on the freezer.

“You are mine! Mine to do with what I please!” he snarled as his hips snapped up into mine.

“Yes baby, please I-” I tried again, but it made Bobby even more furious.

He reached forward, gripping my jaw harshly and forcing my head back to look at him.

“If you open that stupid mouth one more fucking time, I’ll stick you in that damn freezer too.” he griped as his fingers of his other hand flew down to my clit.

I bit my lip hard to conceal my noises, struggling as Bobby hit all the right spots. The filthy noises of how drenched I was filled the tight space, combining with the sound of skin slapping. My head fell forward on the freezer, wondering if Bobby’s plan was to have me in there one day.

My thoughts were cut short when my orgasm tumbled over me like hot lightening, my entire body seizing up as the pleasure completely overwhelmed me. Bobby groaned as I clenched around him, pulling my cheeks apart as he watched himself disappear inside and out. A few more thrusts and Bobby was painting my walls with his seed.

We finally made it home shortly after two in the morning, I hadn’t spoken a word to Bobby. I rushed into our room, hastily changing into my pjs.

“Baby, are you going to ignore me all night?” he dared to ask, but I simply shrugged then got in our king sized bed.

“My love, please. I’m sorry.” he whispered, stripping himself before climbing in behind me.

He pulled my back to his front, caging his strong arms around me. I gave in, like I always do, and turned around facing him.

“Is this going to be a regular thing? Taking me on your hits?” I asked harshly.

“No, no baby. I know, it was stupid of me to do that. It’s just, I’m scared to leave you alone now that Leo knows who you are.” Bobby explained.

“What do you mean?” I whispered, noticing the slight fear in his eyes.

“I can’t live without you baby, and I will do anything in my power to keep you safe. Even if that means bringing you with me while I do my hits. I can’t have them-I can’t let them-” Bobby croaked, a single tear falling from his eyes.

“Honey, honey it’s ok-it’s ok.” I hushed him as I threw my arms around his neck.

“I will not ever let them lay a hand on you.” Bobby promised as he held me tighter against him.

I sighed as I calmed him down, feeling even more exhausted than I already was. I fell asleep shortly after, Bobby’s head laid on my chest while I played with his curls. Things were about to get messy, I just knew it.

[littlelioncub43]

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Cut With a Dull Knife

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

Words: ~2.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get out of here, I have a gun!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tha… thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[stuckysdumbbitch]

Mr freezy being a meanie to his girl thinking she did something bad and it hurts her so bad that he didn't believe her and hurt her but he soon realizes his mistakes and tries to make it up to the reader but she's too far gone in her sadness 🥺👉👈

awww :( mr freezy my mean baby ❤️

warnings: mean freezy, degradation, ddlg, forced regression, kidnapping, blood, anal, implied general darkness, angst

The silver clattering onto the tiles shook you, followed by your quick gaze shooting up to face the big bulk of a man glaring menacingly at your shivering form. He stalked closer, one hand wrapping around her frail limp to drag you against his firm chest.

“What do you think you are doing up at these hours? with a knife you know you aren’t allowed to touch?” He growled into your ear, hot breathe fanning over as his breathing became harder and harder. Before you could properly answer, he was tugging you out of the kitchen.

“Freezy!” you squealed as the messy sheets rubbed against your face; before you could find your footing, his denim jeans rubbing against your bare thighs as his hands greedily drank your globes.

His dress shirt you used to sleep in pooled over the curve of your back, revealing your flimsy thong Robert was quick to pull down. His hands gripped and groped your flesh hard, making your whole body shake.

“Fucking slut; All day working my ass out to clean the mess you done and this is my welcome home? should leave all your little trails so they can find you and teach you a lesson.”

You mewled when one finger prodded your tighter rim, head shooting up to look at him over your shoulder. He grinned at you, toothy and sharp and white as he saw the fear in your eyes build.

“Not so brave now, are you baby? gonna fill this itty bitty ass to the brim.”

If the thumb was painful, the sudden push of half his member was unbearable. Your whole body went burning hot, Freezy’s thrust going deep and fast. You barely registered how his cock could even slide out of your tightness. The sting suddenly became a dull throb, his movements becoming easier and more fluid as the stench of copper hit your nose.

You were out before your blood stained the sheets.

That didnt stop him; the sight of you bleeding around his cock only drove him crazier. Even in your sleep, your little tears roll down your cheeks and little breathy whimpers escaped your over bitten lips.

But Pronge did have the necessity to hold you tightly as he came. His strong arms wrapping around you to hold you close as he emptied himself into you, mouth pressing over your test stained cheeks.

He pulled himself off quickly, something tugging at his chest painfully as he wandered around the house. He finally switched on the kitchen lights, seeing the scattered mess over the table. He expected the shelves to ransacked for weapons, but no. The only things set on the table were jars of jelly and peanut butter.

He sighed after looking at the so-important knife. He knew a lot about them; mostly when one wasn’t harmful. The butter knife seem to look mockingly back at him.

With his face red, he slowly walked back to the room. He recalled exactly how you had climbed into his lap that very morning to ask him what was his favorite sandwich. You laid there, his cum dripping over your blood as you shivered from the cold air of the night.

“Baby? c’mon, let’s wake up; Daddy gotta take care of you.” He cooed, gently cleaning you up. He’d deal with the blood later. You slowly blinked open, looking at him with your sweet little pout and furrowed brows, eyes puffy with tears.

“I wanned to make you a sandwich daddy,” you sniffled, shielding your face away with your hands.

“I know pretty girl, Daddy’s sorry. gonna kiss it all over you so I can make it better?”

He tried to hold you, but you wriggled away.

“Don’y hurt me anymore Daddy, please.”

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