#mr freezy noncon

[awesomerextyphoon]

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Home for the Holidays | Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy) x reader

summary: robert is tired of pretending to be normal, he’s tired of the shitty holiday known as christmas and he’s really fucking tired of watching his adorable, innocent next door neighbor without getting a real taste.  luckily, he has a plan to solve all three of these things.

word count: a bit over 5k

warnings: smut (noncon, vaginal and anal), gunplay, bondage, stalking, kidnapping, slight-to-medium breeding kink, innocent!reader, lots of degradation, blood mention, pain kink, spitting, implied age gap (??? kinda), cringy and disturbing dirty talk, maaaaybe the darkest thing I’ve ever written… proceed with extreme caution

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[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…

[sweeterthanthis]

Would you rather...

Be stuck in an elevator with Mr Freezy for hours, no one to watch what's happening.

or

Be stuck on the train with Curtis, no showers, and he takes a liking to you.

Lord have mercy on my cooch...

Dirty talk under the cut. Non Con. 18+.

"Just a lost little lamb, go ahead, scream. Make my cock even harder. Nobody's gonna hear ya, so make those pretty noises just for me."

"Can't fool me. Tellin' me no like you don't want this shit, but that hungry, whore mouth tells me otherwise, don't it?"

"You hear that? Hear that pussy pullin' me in? Can feel it squeezin' the shit outta me, goddamn."

"You cryin', slut? Look so pretty with those tears runnin' down your cheeks like that. Maybe I should fuck you harder, huh? Really give you somethin' to cry about."

That man wouldn't let me come up for air until I was on the verge of passing out. And I am here for it.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Sometimes I forget how much I love this creep, but you always manage to remind me, sloth, Jesus 🥴

Kinktober 2022 Prompt: Mr. Freezy + "You have beautiful skin." + Cum Play and Knife Play

🫠🫠🫠 god yes

Edge of Release

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, knife play, rough/brutal oral sex, breath play, restraints, forced subspace, cumming untouched, cum play (facial)

Relationship: Robert Pronge x Reader

"You got beautiful skin, ya know that, sweetheart?"

His voice is ragged, shaking with barely controlled restraint. The blade of his knife rests against your bare sternum, rising and falling with every panicked breath you draw in. He drags it up and up until it rests on your lips.

You jerk away, only to knock your head against the beam you're tied to. Your head throbs more than the rest of your aching body now. Pronge smirks, his free hand going to undo his belt. He shifts closer, the knife dropping to your throat. You press your lips together and turn your head.

"C'mon now, sweet cheeks, don't wanna ruin this pretty skin but if you don't open that fuckin' mouth..."

The blade knicks your skin anyways and you gasp. Pronge takes his chance and shoves his cock down your mouth. Your throat constricts and you gag, over and over again. He holds you in place with the knife as your body convulses. Passing out, choking to death, it all rises up with bile in your stomach until he pulls out. Spit and drool spill from your lips and drag in a ragged breath now.

He does it again. Until your vision blurs, Robert fucks your throat. Your sag into the restraints and let him abuse you. Your mind let go of everything because it was all you could do. The warm blade keeps you conscious, the sharp edge dangerously pressed against your flesh, but there is no fighting it. Warmth grows in your loins and you can't even be mad. Why can't you have release too?

"Don't." Thrust. "You." Thrust. "Fuckin' dare."

He growls out the threat but it doesn't matter. A final thread of awareness snaps. Your vision whites out and you see heaven as a rush of warm and peace radiates from between your legs.

You gag around his cock a final time and he pulls out, painting your face with cum. Distantly, you hear the clatter of metal on concrete. Fingers grip your aching roughly, but your head is too heavy to move. Your jaw aches but your muscles are too sore to close your mouth. More fingers smear the mess around your face.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ sweetheart. I finally fuck ya stupid?"

You think you smile, your lips twitch at least and your words spill from your mouth. "You wish, honey."

[pedrosyouknowwhat]

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.

[mypoisonedvine]

Based on something I was writing some days ago... Dark!character, any of Chris', getting a new sex slave and she's new and haven't learn the basics yet. So he teaches her in his twisted way... 😈

oh wow, anon, I LOVE the way you think... that being completely perverted.  and of course I had to make it freezy, because who else??  obviously this is noncon, there is also degradation, kidnapping, slapping, spanking, bondage, master/slave dynamics and virginity loss under the cut.

“wakey wakey...”

you were slowly lifted from your sleep, slower than normal.  why was it so hard to open your eyes?

someone hit you on the face-- not that hard, but enough to make you jolt a little and blink a few times.

“cmon, show me those pretty eyes...”

you didn’t recognize the voice, but when you finally managed to keep your eyes open, fighting the heavy drowsiness that weighed them down, you recognized the face.  “freezy?” you wanted to blurt out, but you couldn’t-- there was duct tape over your mouth, and restraining your wrists behind your back.

“you recognize me,” he realized with a small smile. “you remember what I said last time you bought a cone from me, right? ‘I’ll be seeing you.’ I don’t think you knew what I meant.”

you felt your chest begin to shake as tears stung your eyes and wet your cheeks, falling down over the makeshift gag as he grinned at you.

“oh, don’t cry sweet girl,” he cooed, even though he didn’t seem too upset that you were sobbing as he knelt in front of you.  “it’s gonna be fine, as long as you follow my rules.  that’s what the tape is for-- I’m gonna keep you restrained until I know you can behave, alright?  so just do what I say and you’ll be perfectly safe.”

you considering struggling against the tape, until you glanced down to his belt and saw a gun tucked into it.  with wide and watery eyes, you looked back at his face which was twisted in sick delight.

“ready to learn your new rules, pet?”

sheepishly, you nodded.

“you will call me Master.  you will speak only when spoken to.  you will say please and thank you.  you will obey or be punished.  capisce?”

he slowly peeled the tape back-- and you wanted to scream, cry, beg him to stop, ask a million questions-- but fear pushed you to do what you knew was your safest bet.  “yes, Master,” you whispered hoarsely.

“good girl,” he smiled proudly.  “I knew I got my money’s worth with you... you’re such a sweet little thing, wanna please me so bad... go ahead and stand up, let me get a good look atcha.”

your legs were weak and bruised-- aftermath of the struggle you had with the men who must’ve been the ones to sell you to mr. freezy... or maybe he’d hired them himself.  shuddering at the thought, you weakly stood up and wished your hands weren’t restrained so you could cover yourself, since you were stripped down to your bra and panties.  it was cold in the room, too, meaning your nipples were hard and clearly visible through the thin cups of your bra.  it was obvious that he was staring at them as his gaze raked over you slowly, his smile growing wider.  “fuck, such a pretty little thing,” he sighed as he started to circle you slowly, like a predator eyeing wounded prey.  “you got any idea how hard it was to see you in those short-shorts and bikini tops in summer, licking on my popsicles like it wasn’t the most sinful thing imaginable?”

he stepped closer, his warm breath moist on the back of your neck.  “and of course, when I say ‘how hard it was,’ you know what ‘it’ is, don’t you?”

he pushed his hips against your hands where they were restrained behind your, and you gasped when you felt his hard cock in your palm.  he groaned and rocked forward into your touch, smiling when you whimpered quietly.

“ever touched a dick before, pet?” he asked quietly.

“yes, Master,” you admitted nervously.

“mm, dirty girl,” he winked.  “I bet all the boys were banging down your door, weren’t they?  everybody wanted you... but you’re all mine now.  is that all you did, sweetheart?  touch it?”

“I... I put it in my mouth...” you stammered nervously, remembering the night a few months ago where you fooled around with a boy you thought wanted to date you, but who disappeared when you said you weren’t ready to go ‘all the way’ yet.  the memory was humiliating enough... having to explain it to this man was even worse.

“did you let him fuck this innocent face?” he chuckled.  “did you like it?”

“no, Master,” you stammered.

“which question are you answering?”

“both.”

“don’t worry, you’re gonna like it this time.  you’re gonna love having your Master’s cock in your mouth.”

you heard him unbuckling his belt, and winced when you felt the hard, silky member pressed into your palm.  

“your hands are so soft, pretty baby,” he sighed.  “feel how thick it is?  I bet you’re drooling for it now,” he chuckled.  “your mouth and your cunt.”

his hand wrapped around yours and guided it to stroke him, and you grimaced when you felt a warm drop of precum slide over your wrist.  his little grunts behind you made your stomach turn as he rubbed himself on your bound hands.

“turn around and get on your knees,” he instructed suddenly.  “show me how you treat the boys when they ask real nice.”

“i-it was only once,” you stammered, “I’m not very good.”

“I’ll teach you,” he promised.  “now do what I said--” he suddenly twisted your hand painfully, making you yelp-- “or I’ll hurt ya worse.”

“yes, Master,” you whispered weakly as you spun to face him and fell to your knees, ignoring the discomfort of the concrete floor beneath you.

you’d felt it, but seeing it was another matter entirely-- thick, red and bobbing slightly, a drip of clear precum running down over his shaft.

you hesitantly put the tip between your lips, feeling the foreskin slide forward slightly when you took him a little deeper.  the taste was subtle but masculine and not as gross as you’d expected.  what was gross was how it looked, staring forward at his undone belt and fly.  he corrected that quickly, though.  “look up at me, babydoll.  I wanna see those eyes.”

he groaned as he grabbed the back of your neck, pushing deeper until you gagged and tried to pull away.

“keep choking on it,” he moaned, “feels so good in that tight little throat of yours, fuck.”

you sobbed a bit as you fought for air, afraid you’d pass out before he let you go, but he finally gave you some relief as you fell back and gasped for air.

“aw, poor thing,” he faked a pout as he watched you cough and sputter.  “want some more, pet?”

you shook your head, croaking out a “no, Master.”

he slapped you across the face and you cried loudly.  “you should know you can never deny me.  you give me whatever I want, whenever I want.  now keep sucking or you’ll regret it.”

you whined but opened your mouth for him to shove his cock into, holding your face steady as he fucked it roughly.  spit dribbled down your chin and onto the floor, and it made you feel disgusting and used.

“god, I could come just from this, just from your hot, wet little mouth,” he purred.  “but I need to break in that virgin cunt first.”

you stumbled over your words as he pulled you up and bent you over a dirty table, holding you down with a thick hand tangled in your hair while the other smacked your ass sharply.

“n-no!” you sobbed.  “please don’t.”

he hit you several more times, making your legs flail as your ass stung from each hit.  “you know you can’t say no to me.  why do you keep fighting?  you’re mine, and the more you misbehave the worse I’m gonna treat ya.”

“I’ll do anything, just don’t do that,” you bargained.

“so you want it in the ass?”

you tensed up, and he laughed darkly.  “yeah, that’s what I thought.  don’t worry, I’m not gonna fuck you there, yet.  it’d be a waste of a perfectly good little pussy.  but be careful what you wish for, pet, and be thankful I’m so generous.”

you swallowed thickly.  “thank you, Master.”

he ripped your panties off easily, growling when he saw the wetness that had gathered between your legs.  “if you get your attitude right, I’ll get you ready with some fingers first.  you gonna behave pet?  or do you need to learn a lesson?”

“I’ll be good,” you whimpered.  he leaned down and licked the shell of your ear, making you shudder.  

“do you want my fingers inside you, sweetheart?”

“yes, please, Master,” you nodded weakly.

you winced when he slipped a finger inside you, twisting it around and adding a second quickly.  you could hear the clicking and sloshing noises of your own wetness, and it made you hate yourself for the pleasure you felt.

when he added a third finger, you kicked your legs and breathed through your teeth.  

“you need these if you have any chance of taking my cock,” he explained gruffly, moving his hand faster until your back began to arch.  “mm, feels good, huh?  I bet you wanna come all over my fingers.”

instead, he pulled them out, and you heard him spit into his hand and smear it all over his cock before you felt the head slide through your folds.

“ask me nicely,” he instructed coldly.  “beg for your Master’s cock.”

you whined and closed your eyes, your delay punished by a slap on your sore ass.  “please!” you cried out.  “please put your cock in me, please fuck me, Master.”

he groaned deeply as he pushed into you, and even for all the warm-up you’d gotten, he still stretched you so wide; he still filled you so deep, deeper than you thought anything could reach inside you.

“fuuuuuck,” he sighed, “what a tight fuckin cunt, damn you feel good.”

he chuckled when he felt your walls tense around him.  

“you like making your Master feel good, pet?” he taunted.  “I knew you’d be such a good little girl for me, once you learned your place.”

with that, he began to fuck you in earnest, ignoring your cries and please for him to slow down.  he fucked you so deep that it was starting to give you a stomachache-- but you realized, much to your dismay, that it was really the first swells of pleasure of an orgasm more intense than you’d even known was possible.

“can’t wait to use this pretty pussy every. fucking. day.” he grunted, hitting deep inside you with each word hissed through his teeth.  “can’t wait to fill you with my come whenever I want.”

you opened your mouth to tell him he can’t come inside, before realizing it was useless and stopping yourself.  finally, you were learning.

he held your hips roughly as he pumped into you, his head falling back in a gasp of pleasure.  “fuck yes,” he moaned, “best little cunt I ever had, feels so much better knowing you’re gonna be mine forever, that nobody else is ever gonna touch you but me.”

you felt sharp jolts of desire shoot up your spine as he started to fuck you faster, his balls slapping against your clit just enough to add to the overwhelming sensations inside you.

“at first I thought I wouldn’t really care if you came or not,” he admitted, “but now I’m thinking it would be fun to see you cream all over my fuckin cock.  I wanna see you give in, pretty baby.  I wanna feel you squeeze my cock and hear you scream for me.”

you wished it was avoidable, you wished you could stop yourself from giving him what he wanted, but with a sob you felt the peak of it slam into you, making you cry out and clench your insides around him in desperation.  worst of all, it felt like it would never stop so long as he kept slamming into you like this, and soon you really were screaming until your voice went hoarse.

“yeah, there you go,” he encouraged lowly all throughout, “grip me with that tight little hole, gonna fill you up...”

he made a sudden choked noise as he slowed down, and you realized with a whimper than he was coming, each hot rope of come filling you and warming you from the inside out.

his movements came to a stop as he caught his breath, a new wave of tears dripping down your face with the realization of what he’d done (and what you had done because of it).

“god, you’re everything I dreamed you’d be,” he mumbled.  “can’t even think how many times I came all over my hand and imagined it was your sweet little virgin cunt.”

you winced when he pulled out, the sting still present even with the numb pleasure that protected you from most of it.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, pet,” he promised as he stuffed his cock back into his pants and left you locked in and alone again.

[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

[starryevermore]

the night before christmas ✧ robert pronge

twelve days of christmas | angst city™ library

pairing: robert pronge x fem!reader

summary: you get, perhaps, the worst christmas present imaginable. 

word count: 1,008

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, dark, the dog dies, smut, noncon, breaking and entering, name calling (bitch), murder, kidnapping, based on the poem night before christmas, not proofread.

note: i tried to be rhyme-y with this and make it almost poem-like, but im not quite sure how well this worked out in terms of telling a cohesive story. also, because i was trying to make it more like a poem, some of the dialogue is clunky and doesn’t quite sound like freezy, but meh that’s the price you pay for creativity. this was first conceptualized in july 2021 and written between november 2-8. 

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The front door was left unlocked with little care, not knowing that Mr. Freezy would soon be there. Your dog nestled all snug in your bed, while visions of fetch and walkies danced in his head. And you in your nightgown, and your roommates all gone, had just settled your brain for a long winter’s nap. 

When out in the backyard there arose such a clatter, your dog sprung from your bed to see what was the matter. Out the doggy dog he flew like a flash, tore through the yard, and barked at the trash. The moon shone down on the snow-covered ground, but the sign of an intruder was nowhere to be bound. Then, what to his protective nature should fear, a man stood at six-foot with a cold weapon should appear. With a flick of the wrist, so quiet and slick, the poor old dog died real quick.

More silent than a bird of prey, his entrance was soon made, and he whistled and shouted and called out your name:

“Now Y/N! Now bitch, you listen here! There is nowhere to run, there is nowhere to hide. Let me make myself clear: no one ever gets away from Mr. Freezy, not even if they tried.”

Up in your room, you stirred at the commotion. But you remained stuck in your dreams, unaware of the fact that you had been chosen. A simple hot cocoa had been all that you’d wanted, gone to the store to get what you’d needed that night. A plan was soon concocted, because he, too, saw something to sate his appetite. 

Now you were at mercy of a man so callous and cruel. 

“Little bitch, little bitch, let me in,” he taunted, stalking in through the doorway, ready to commit a most terrible sin.

The sight before him was most alluring. There you lay, spread out like an angel, all wrapped in your bedding. Translucent white nightgown, bunched up at the waist. He felt a stirring deep inside, and he knew that taking you would become the most sparkling jewel sat atop his crown. 

A buckle was undone as he prepared to climb on top of you. He smirked to himself—there was nowhere you could run. You were his, he knew that to be true. All that was left was to take the seat with the very best view. He came up to the bed, wrapped his hands around your ankles. Legs pulled apart, the sweetest gift of all, all ripe for the taking.

And take he did, ready to make you his with his rare expertise. He hovered above you, sinking into you with ease. 

“Fuck,” he grunted. So slick, so tight��your cunt gripped his cock with all its might. Your hips wore the imprints of his fingertips, the bed shaking under you. He’d barely begun, but he knew the grand finale would come soon. “Milk my cock, you little fucking bitch.”

You stirred at the sound of his voice. Your face contorted, screwing up, as if you knew you were the victim of his latest exploit. A quiet groan escaped, and he knew sealed was your fate. You were now his, and he was going to take all you could give. 

“Cum now, little bitch, cum. Cum for your fuckin’ daddy,” he growled. And cum you did, with a quiet little squee!

He pumped and pumped and pumped until his spend had you stuffed. He pulled out his cock, from his mouth escaping small huffs. Perfect—he had never seen a woman look so perfect. “Good little bitch,” he grinned, “but I still need you to scratch that special little itch.”

Grabbing at your limbs, he secured them with much care. There was no way you could run, not with him right there. Your eyes blinked open, taking in the terrible sight. But before you could scream, his hand wrapped around your throat all tight. 

“Listen here, and listen good. Don’t make a single sound or I’ll paint the house red, do I make myself clear?”

With the nod of your head, he let go of you. “Let’s hope you listen or you’re as good as dead.”

As you stared up at him, you understood that your fate was to be quite grim. He was dressed in all white, from his head to his toes, but his clothes were all tarnished with blood from tonight. A glint of gunmetal was strapped to his hip, and he looked like he was quite ready to unload a clip. 

His eyes—how they were filled his madness. His snarl, how scary! Oh for mercy, you prayed to God, Jesus, and Mary. 

He tugged you up to your face, dragging you straight out the door. You thought it couldn’t get worse, but the universe proved there was always more. For your roommate had returned, just stepped through the door. But before she could even scream, her body hit the floor. You stared at where she once stood, your eyes only filled with horror. 

“Careful, little bitch, or you’ll end up like her.”

A wink of his eye and a great big grin soon gave you to know he would always win. He spoke not a word, but pulled you out into the night, and only laughed when you put up a fight. Straight to his truck was where you went, and he seemed mighty pleased with his little present. 

“Be good, little bitch, and you’ll have nothing to fear.” He drove away from your home, and his intent was quite clear. “Though, you know that’s not true, don’t you, dear?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, and you pretended to disappear. Seeing your discomfort, he couldn’t help but jeer, “Scared? Good, ‘cause my bark’s not nearly as bad as my bite.”

You tried to ignore him but heard him say as he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to me, and to all a terrible night!”

[spookiekewchie]

Spider in the Roses (part iii)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge x soft dark!reader

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

Summary: The one where you find out exactly what Robert has on you. 

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: this is a dark plot, mention of murder, general language warning, suggestive language, kinda a threat of noncon if you squint, robert being a creep, mentions of a possible concussion (idk if that needs to be a warning but..), kidnapping, blackmail, language, also there is an age gap present, reader is in her 20′s, i’m thinking robert is in his mid to late 30′s.

A/N: Part 3 and Robert is on his bullshit ayyeee, also this series is probably going to be more of a modern au type deal. @geminixevans​ & @bucksmotel​ not sure if yall wanted me to keep tagging you in these lmk so i’m not accidentally annoying.​ Anyways as stated before this is a dark fic and will deal with lots of dark themes so read at your own discretion and heed the warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Pardon any errors or typos please. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

Your head felt like it was splitting, the pain in your temple making you wince as you carefully opened your eyes and tried to look around. Where the hell were you, and why did it feel like you were moving? And was it so fucking dark. You tried to sit up, but you found yourself cramped into a small space. Dread filled you then...were you in a trunk? It would explain the pitch black, the cramped space, the road noise that was now filling your ears, and the feeling of moving. 

You reacted as your mind finally caught up with your situation and registered the danger. Screaming, kicking, and beating your fists against the closed trunk. 

“Hey! Shut the fuck up!” 

You could hear the voice from the front of the car bellowing out, but it was muffled and oddly familiar. No matter, you didn’t stop, if there was an off chance that someone would hear you in the trunk then you’d keep it up in hopes of someone coming to your rescue. What you didn’t take into account was the vehicle suddenly veering off into a different direction and coming to a harsh stop that had you jostling roughly in the trunk before you heard the sound of a door slamming hard. 

Get ready. Your mind screamed, quickly you kicked off your heels and managed to grab one to use as a weapon. You were not about to try to make a daring escape in six in heels, you’d seen enough movies to know just how fucking stupid that could end. Body coiling in anticipation, you listened to the sound of stomping footsteps that grew louder the closer your captor came to the trunk. All you needed to do was get one good kick in to knock them back enough so that you could jump out of the trunk and run. The second the trunk opened you struck, foot kicking out hard and landing against a man’s stomach hard enough that he stumbled back just as you planned. Then you were springing from the trunk and tearing off into a staggering run as the sudden dizziness hit you from going upright too fast, not to mention the fact that you likely had a concussion from being hit in the head. At least you're assuming you'd been hit in the head from the pain you were feeling. 

You made it to the front of the car, hope springing in your chest as you spied the distant lights of civilization far away. And then that hope swiftly died when you felt your body being yanked back into a hard chest. Your high heel dropped from your hand, and your feet kicked out wildly as you tried to struggle your way free. You thrashed and screamed despite all the signs that there was no one in the abandoned lot that you were in. Air rushed from your lungs when you finally found yourself carelessly bent over the hood of a sedan. The dress you wore rode up, and you cursed yourself for agreeing to get all dressed up for a party you hadn’t even wanted to go to. Well...you certainly weren’t going now. 

"Oh little rose, unless you're planning on taking care of my cock I suggest you stop all this struggling." You knew that voice, and there was only one person that called you by that pet name. He leaned over you, close enough for the warmth of his breath to hit the back of your neck, and for the cheap aftershave he wore to fill your nostrils and leave you nauseated. "Because you're making me hard, and I got no problem splitting that tight little snatch open."

He laughed when you stilled instantly, making a point of pressing his hips forward into you as he pushed your still throbbing head hard into the metal of the hood before he hauled you upright by a painful grip on your hair. He used that grip to all but drag you to the back passenger side door before wrenching it open roughly and shoving you into the vehicle. You’d barely managed to get your fingers inside the door before he slammed it shut and the second he was on the other side you tried to open the door only to find that you couldn’t. The bastard had equipped the child lock, you didn’t bother checking the other one. Not with the withering look that the man gave you from the rearview mirror. Briefly though your eyes drifted to the window, considering your chances of getting it down and climbing out of it before he could get to you. You knew you didn’t have a chance of that, but he still felt the need to speak up and kill the idea. 

“Go for the window and I’ll put my knife through your fucking hand.” 

Your hand snaps back into your lap, a hard glare thrown at the man in the driver seat as he began to pull away from where he’d parked. There was a long moment of silence before you spoke, unable to stop yourself from questioning him. “Where are you taking me?” 

He said nothing to you, but you could make out the sound of his irritated mumbling. 

“Hey asshole! Where the fuck are you taking me?” That temper of yours flared when he ignored you, the insult and demanding words flying past your lips before you could stop yourself. The man shot a dark look at you through the rearview mirror, but you could have sworn that you saw the start of a smirk tugging on his lips. “If you’re going to murder me at least have the decency not to throw me in a ditch.” You grumbled under your breath, and if you heard a huff of a laugh you didn’t let yourself dwell on it. The fact that he was finding any humor in this sent a cold chill of dread slithering up your spine as you forced your gaze to go to the window. You’d find out your fate sooner rather than later as he continued to drive in relative silence, while you remained in the backseat still nursing a headache. 

Everything was a blur, until you noticed the sedan beginning to slow. You peered out the front of the car, eyes narrowing in suspicion as the ice cream truck you’d grown accustomed to seeing on campus came into view. You stayed put as he came to a stop beside it, turning the car off and getting out to make his way around to the passenger side. You didn’t move when he opened the door, and that only resulted in him reaching in to grab your arm hard enough to bruise as he dragged you out of the back seat and shoved you towards the doors at the back of the ice cream truck. “If I were you I’d stop being so fucking difficult, especially with how much money you cost me.” 

Your brows drew together in confusion, what the fuck was he talking about? You didn’t cost him any money...unless he was talking about the damn bomb pops you had never paid for. “If this is about the bomb pops I can pay you for those.” You blurted out, of course you didn’t know about the body in the deep freezer or the fact that you’d taken out his target and cost him half the payment that he should have received for the job had he been able to complete it the way he intended. 

Robert’s expression was one of confusion, clearly having forgotten all about those damned popsicles. “The fuck are you talking about? Get the fuck inside the god damn truck.” He didn’t give you much of a choice, shoving you in and leaving you to scramble up to your feet as he climbed in behind you and slammed the doors shut. 

“What the fuck are you talking about then? I haven’t cost you anything?!” You snapped again, irritated and once again letting your temper flare as you jerked away from the man as he reached to grab for you again. You were trying his patience, and he was trying yours. Foolishly you were feeling bold though, the memory of the man you’d killed told you what you were capable of and your mind was already rationalizing a second murder. All you needed was a weapon.  

“You’ve cost me quite a bit, and you’re going to make it up to me until I’ve decided that you’ve paid it back.” There was a pause, and then the flash of a gun at his hip when his jacket moved as he folded his arms across his broad chest. “Open the freezer, see for yourself.” 

Your eyes lingered on the spot where you knew his gun rested for a moment before you dared to redirect your gaze to his face. The cocky fucker was smirking, clearly waiting for you to try and get that gun off his hip. The boldness died in that instance. Somehow you knew that wouldn’t end well for you so you swallowed your pride, and told yourself to just go along with it for now. Anything to assure your continued survival. Moving closer to him to stand in front of the deep freezer you let out a breath, casting a wary glance at him before focusing on the freezer door. You still had no idea what he was talking about, but apparently the answers were in the deep freezer so without a word you pulled it open and looked in. 

There was no reaction from you as you peered down at the frozen body. You knew exactly who that was, you could recognize him clear as day despite the damage you’d done that night. The memory came flooding back vividly, and for a moment you swore you could smell the fresh blood and feel it coating your fingers again. Outwardly your expression was impassive, giving nothing away. You stood there, blinking down at the dead man’s face for a moment before uttering a single word. “Fuck.” And that was the only reaction you would or could give at the moment. Pulling your hand back the freezer door closed and you simply stood there staring at the harmless looking freezer as you tried to make sense of all this. 

“Damn, you can be one cold bitch.” You jumped slightly at the voice coming from directly behind you. You had zoned out, caught up in being confronted with your fatal crime that you hadn’t even registered the very much alive and dangerous man moving to stand behind you. You spun on your bare feet, pressing yourself back as far as you could managed between him and the edge of the deep freezer. 

“That doesn’t prove anything, it’s a body in a freezer. What does that have to do with me?” There wasn’t anything that could prove you’d committed the murder that you could see, but something about the way he smirked at you made you nervous. 

“It doesn’t, but the broken bottle that you used to stab him repeatedly has your prints and his blood all over it. And the slutty little dress you wore, that’s got his blood all over it too, not to mention your DNA.” He let that simmer in the air for a moment as he smirked cruelly down at you. “Don’t worry, I’ve got’em both in a safe place. All you need to worry about is what you’re willing to do to keep it that way.” 

“You’re lying.” You challenged, hoping against hope that this was just all an elaborate bluff. That hope died when you watched him reach into a drawer and pull out a very familiar crystal encrusted clutch. There was only one place he could have gotten your bag from, and a look inside confirmed it was yours. Right there was your ID, your credit card, even the cash you’d stuffed into the little bag that night. “I—why are you doing this?” The cold indifference cracked with the proof that he held your future in his cruel hands. It was something that you knew would likely bother you later, the reminder that you felt no remorse for the act but only regretted that you could face prison if you were ever found out. 

“Like I said, you cost me money. I was supposed to take that fucker out nice and clean, leave him able to have an open casket so the family could say goodbye.” Fuck, Mr. Freezy was a hitman? Shit, shit, shit...you were fucked. “But you, and your little sexy rage murder fucked that right on up didn’t you? Got my fucking payday cut down to fucking half of what I’m owed.” He growled out the last part and you shook your head, this was not happening. What type of fucked up luck did you have to land you in this situation? 

“That isn’t my fault, the asshole attacked me! He got what he fucking deserved!” You insisted, a flare of hot anger rushing through you before you were gasping for air when a strong hand was suddenly squeezing around your throat. 

“It’s your fucking fault if I say it is. Now I can either leave everything I have somewhere for the cops to find, or you can be a good girl and work off your debt.” He held you firm in his grasp, unphased by you trying to pry his fingers from around your throat as you squirmed and struggled while he easily overpowered you. “What’s it gonna be, little rose?” All you could manage was a weak nod, hoping he’d take that as an answer and let you go before he made you his next victim. His fingers loosened, hand dropping away from your throat to leave you gasping and coughing as air rushed into your lungs. He didn’t back away, choosing to stand there, crowding your space while he looked down at you with an expectant brow raised. 

“What do you want me to do? Sling popsicles and ice cream cones?” Your voice came out strained, and your headache was worse now. 

He shook his head, that same cruel smile playing on his lips as he looked you over slowly as if considering a very different option. You shuddered despite yourself, hating the dress you wore even more. "No, you're going to work a few jobs with me. Lend me a helping hand to make up for all the fucking trouble you've caused me, and to thank me for cleanin' up the damn mess you left behind that night." Surprisingly that didn’t make you feel better. 

You didn’t know what was worse, thinking that he was going to murder you, worrying that his plan for repayment would involve something more physical, or the fact that he wanted you to help him in his murder for hire business. Your head still hurt, and this wasn’t helping at all. In fact trying to think about any of this was making your head hurt even more. “I’m not a killer.” You muttered dumbly, but the body in the freezer said otherwise. “Not a professional killer.” You quickly added, attempting to sidle away from the man as you held your pounding head. He caught you by the arm, his iron grip keeping you where you were. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move as you agonized over the options. Prison or let yourself get pulled into a world of murder? Selfishly you already knew what your decision would be. You'd already proven that you'd do anything to survive, both you and the menacing man knew it. 

"Fine,” you muttered, “not like I have a choice."

He grinned, cocky and satisfied that he had you under his thumb just like he wanted. "Good girl."

[buckyownsmylife]

Hello, can you recommend some Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans ( and their characters) anal smuts? I don’t know that many.

My absolute favorite is earn it, by @cake-writes - I’ve recommended this in my last fic rec and I keep recommending it for a reason. It’s Bucky x Reader and reader is just 100% THAT bitch and I needed that SO badly.

Hiding out, by @honeyhan-123 - This one has ass eating but only mentions of actual anal sex, but I figured I’d add it because it is steaming. It’s Bucky x Reader during a mission. Funny enough, it was actually requested by Bri, who wrote the one I recommended before this. Hannah also has another one called Birthday Girl which is Stucky x Reader and is noncon, featuring breeding kink (which you may or may not know, is my absolute favorite).

This kinktober smut from @stargazingfangirl18 has some anal play and it’s Andy Barber x Reader, so what’s not to love. And then there's one entirely dedicated to anal play! She also has two featuring anal play with Mr. Freezy!

A lesson earned is a lesson learned, by @mypoisonedvine is perfect if you’re into ddlg (I’m not big into it and I still loved it, but it might just be because I love J.D’s writing so much). It features daddy!Chris and daddy!Seb. Also by the same author: Bankrupt, for when you’re feeling like a dark!40′s Stucky AU; The sort of things we usually do alone, which is Mob!Stucky + Mob!Sam; Closer, which is Bucky Barnes x Reader and also one of my faves; A Year Gone by, which is dark!Bucky... and I’m sure there are more that I’m eventually missing, I recommend just reading the entire masterlist because it is gold.

Ours, by @theimpossibleg1rl features double penetration (as it’s the case with most, if not all threesome and foursome fics I tagged, hope that’s okay!). I think there might be other works featuring some sort of anal play, but I’m not sure... Again, I suggest checking the masterlist!

I’m gonna recommend my own fic here too because why the hell not. It’s a Stucky x Reader poly!relationship - or at least the start of one - and I love it so much that I really want to write a follow up to it, so that might come out one day, if I ever get an idea for it. 

[niffala]

Good Girl (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Robert Pronge / OFC (Cindy)

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

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

A/N: Reader insert version found here. 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 Cindy Bedell, she's 19. 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 Cindy 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. 

"Ci-Cindy," 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 Cindy 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." 

Cindy 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 Cindy 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.

Cindy 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

[me-and-your-husband]

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[pedrosyouknowwhat]

burns

summary: everything burns intensely.

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

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

Here we go!

love and lost masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[the-iceni-bitch]

Oh, you know killer kitten is not gonna quit being a fucking bitch to Bobby just because he’s locked up. She really loves making him frustrated.

And poor Bobby has to get the pent up frustration out somehow! If he can’t have his pussy, he’ll just have to settle for Justin’s dry little cunt. 😈 That may change in the future though…

Babe, I have all sorts of thots about what could happen with these three, so I hope you’re prepared to deal with a whole bunch of filthy shit for the foreseeable future.

Ok, this completely got away from me but I’m not even sorry about it!!

I have been obsessed with your little train to he’ll Prison AU and it has given me some thots of my own regarding everyone’s favorite murdery couple…

TW: non con, dub con, public sex, Bobby’s dirty mouth, all that good shit

As soon as you walked into the visiting area Robert groaned, that tiny little sundress you were wearing was one of his favorites.

You grinned when you spotted him, the blue jumpsuit he was wearing doing nothing to hide the powerful frame underneath. He may have gotten even bigger since he got locked up.

The two of you didn’t even say anything when you reached him, your fingers burying themselves in his hair while his arms wrapped around your waist and you smashed your lips together desperately, the kiss full of all the pent up frustration you were both feeling at having to be without each other for weeks at a time.

“No touching!”

You snarled at the guard when you disconnected from Bobby, considering pulling off your heel and jabbing it into his eye for fucking interrupting you. At least you got a few more seconds than most of the other inmates would have if they had tried pulling that shit, perks of making sure the bosses were paying off the guards.

“I missed you Bobby.” You purred when you moved to sit down, bending over the table real slow as you slid into your seat so he could get a nice look at the way your tits were squeezed into your dress.

“Ah, fuck kitten, I missed you too.” He had to clench his fists when he sat down across from you so he wouldn’t reach out and grab them. “Real fucking bad. Any news?”

“Our neighbor, Cathy, just had twins.” You scooted as close to him as you could, stretching out your leg so you could run your toes over the curve of his calf. “Named ‘em Joey and Grayson.”

He growled and nodded as he shifted in his seat, spreading his legs wider when he felt your foot trace up the inside of his thigh. It was hard to concentrate on what you were saying when you finally reached where his cock was straining against the front of his jumpsuit, but the whole reason he was in here was to carry out hits for the fucking bosses, so he did his best to concentrate.

His fingers were gripping the sides of the table painfully hard while you stroked him, his back straightening to try to cover up the way he was grinding against your foot. You cocked an eyebrow at him to make sure he was still listening to you and he gave you another quick nod, his breath heaving in his chest as you brought him to the edge.

It normally would’ve been embarrassing how fast he came, he hadn’t been inside you in almost six months, it was a miracle he hadn’t come when you kissed him.

“Ahem.” You cleared your throat and kept your foot where it was, flicking your eyes downward meaningfully when he gave you a questioning look.

The choked sound he made when he finally looked down and saw your white lace panties dangling from your ankle had you grinning wickedly at him, tutting when he started to move too fast so he would slow down and not alert the guards.

“Kitten, fuck.” He kept his hand curled around your heel for a beat before drawing the panties off you and shoving them into his pocket, his eyes blown wide with lust while he flicked his eyes toward the clock to see how much time you had. “Baby, lemme see it.”

“Shit, no.” You shook your head at him, ignoring the almost pleading look in his eye. “Bobby, you ended up in solitary last time we tried that, and then you had to wait a whole month instead of a week. Is that what you want?”

“Don’t fucking care, it’s mine, and I wanna fucking see it.” He was snarling at you now, and you were pretty sure if you didn’t agree to this he was going to do something that would wind up with him being out of touch for a lot longer than a month. “Pretend you dropped something when you get up.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes at him as you leaned back in your chair, reaching up to scratch at your neck and palming your earring sneakily.

The guards called that visiting time was over and the two of you stood up slowly, Bobby looking at you like he was going to explode when you gave him a wink as you turned away.

“Oops, my earring fell out.” You said it just loud enough that the guards could hear you, spreading your legs a little and flipping your skirt up when you bent over just enough for Bobby to catch a glimpse of your glistening cunt before you were straightening back up quick and prowling away, your hips swaying in that way that made Bobby want to chase after you and fuck you over the first surface he could find, solitary be damned.

His cock was achingly hard as he made his way back to his cell block in line with the other inmates, none of them stupid enough to say anything. It’s not like he was worried about one of them having seen you. Ever since your first visit when some idiot had the bright idea to comment on how sweet your pussy must taste and ended up in a medically induced coma after someone almost beat him to death in the yard with the free weights. the other men got the hint that you were strictly off limits.

Justin jumped when he heard the cell doors open. Robert was always worked up after visiting days, and that usually meant that the younger man was going to get fucked within an inch of his life, usually multiple times. Last time he had passed out at some point after coming upwards of seven times on Robert’s thick cock, and when he woke up he was covered in more bite marks and bruises than he’d ever gotten before.

“You up, bitch?” Robert growled once the cell door slid closed and the guard was out of earshot, slapping Justin when he didn’t answer him fast enough. “Get your fat ass out of that fucking bed.”

“Yes sir.” Justin knew better than to try to fight him, especially when he looked like that. He was pretty sure that the man liked it more when he fought back, but that typically meant he’d end up with some broken teeth and a swollen jaw, and he wanted to avoid that.

“God, you’re fucking soft.” Robert grabbed Justin by the throat and nuzzled into his neck, turning his head to spit on his cheek before sinking his teeth into his shoulder. “Put these on.”

Justin choked when Robert shoved a pair of soft lace panties into his face. He had no idea where he had even gotten them, and even though he was used to being thoroughly degraded by his large cell mate, the thought of wearing women’s underwear was not something he wanted to indulge the man in, he couldn’t see it going well for him.

“I can’t, I…”

Robert’s grip on his neck tightened until he couldn’t breathe, waiting until the dumb little bitch started squealing and flailing until he loosened it again with a menacing snarl.

“Wasn’t fucking asking.” Robert brought the white lace to his face as he maintained his grip on Justin, inhaling deeply and seeming to get a little calmer as he held in the breath. “You smell that, you stupid slut? That’s a real fucking pussy. You ever had one of those? Stupid question, course you haven’t.” His voice sounded almost wistful as he mouthed at the delicate fabric, and Justin wondered if he even realized what he was doing. “Sweetest little snatch there is, and it’s mine. But instead of being able to bury my cock in that perfect, warm, wet hole, I’m stuck with your worthless cunt.”

Justin yelped when Robert wrenched his jumpsuit and briefs down in one vicious motion, shoving a thick thigh between his legs and smacking him right above his pretty pink hole.

“Just look at it, dry as a fucking bone. God you’re useless. Swear the only good thing about you is that sweet mouth.” Robert tilted Justin’s head back so he could sink his teeth into his plush bottom lip, groaning when he felt the metallic tang of his blood hit his tongue. “Now, put these on, and I’ll make it nice for you, even eat that tight little pussy until you're begging me to fill you up. Or, if you wanna be a stupid little bitch, I’ll just fuck it dry until you finally make your own lube, your fucking choice.”

Justin let his tears fall freely as he pulled away from the other man, stepping out of his own clothes and taking the panties from Robert without making eye contact with him. It wasn’t even the threat that had him crying, it was the fact that he knew it was going to be mind blowing, that he’d be hoarse tomorrow from how much Robert was going to make him scream with his tongue and his cock.

Robert groaned when he watched him slide the panties over his thighs until the thin strap of the thing was nestled between his cheeks, the smaller man climbing onto the bed and bending his knees until his face was against the pillows and his ass was up in the air in one of Robert’s favorite positions, since he didn’t have to look at the dumb face that wasn’t yours.

“Please fuck me, sir.” Robert rolled his eyes at that, slapping Justin’s ass with a warning growl when he wiggled his hips like a slut before crawling onto the bed behind him. He missed that fucking mouth of yours the most, sometimes, pretty sure this twink would never have the balls to call him a bastard.

“Shut the fuck up.” He bent over and spat on Justin’s hole, trying to imagine that the tiny moan he let out was coming from you. “This is better when you don’t fucking talk.”

FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Nat oh my god 😩 I loved this. Just fuck okay, first the shit with visit and teasing Bobby and giving him your panties and flashing him? 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

But oh the way he treats Justin 😩 the absolute contempt and annoyance, but still fucking him. MAKING HIM WEAR THE PANTIES 🤤🤤🤤🤤 also I just love how almost whimsical Robert got when he was sniffing them. He really needs his Kitten to keep him satisfied and a prison bitch just ain't doing it for him.

Nat, I love you so heckon much. 💙💙💙💙💙

[mypoisonedvine]

Hiya, beauty! Happy sleepover. Here’s a prompt for ya:

You were finally settling into your new life, leaving your tragic, horrific past far behind…only, your past wasn’t quite done with you yet. Not by a long shot.

With maybe one or both of these babes:

dude, you can't offer both and expect me not to go for both... warning: dark af :) yandere ransom, kidnapping, noncon, throatfucking, drugging, exhibitionism (ransom watches the reader and freezy), misogyny/degradation from freezy

You had to tear yourself from sleep, and even then you still couldn't keep your eyes open for more than a few seconds.

It took you a moment to remember why you were struggling so much; and why you were tied at the wrists and ankles, and why you were in the back of a moving van.

Sure, the memories were hazy-- a man in a mask, black leather gloves covering your mouth, a needle-- but you knew exactly who was behind it all. Ransom, the man you'd fought tooth and nail to escape for years, and you began to sob and kick and scream for help when you realised you were about to fall back into his clutches again.

I'm not sure who you were expecting to help you, but it was instinctual.

"Well, look who's awake," a deep yet sickly playful voice came from the front, and you were shocked to see a man with long hair and the most upsetting facial hair climb over the backseat to squat beside you in the back. "Good morning, princess," he grinned. "You were out cold for a while."

You tried to ask who he was, and where you were going, but the tape over your mouth stopped you.

"Don't worry, your hubby's gonna answer all your questions soon," the man promised, "but it's his turn to drive right now. We've still got a long ways to go... and I'm gonna keep you real good company."

Just as he started to reach to open your jeans, dodging your weak kicks, Ransom's voice from the front stopped both of you.

"Let me talk to her first," he demanded. The man groaned but threw you over his shoulder and dropped you in the backseat like a sack of potatoes; there, you turned to see the steely blue eyes of Ransom Drysdale looking at you in the rearview mirror. "I bet you've missed me quite a bit, darling."

You could only sob and shiver, feeling the other man's hands still running over your legs.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to find you... and I'm sorry for everything I had to do to get you back. Including collaborating with my long-lost, shitstain cousin here..."

"But you can call me Robert," the man winked at you, licking his lips hungrily.

"You see, in exchange for his services in acquiring you for me, I promised him a night with my wife. Trust me, it's not what I would want, either, but--"

"But I wouldn't take his money. I know he has a lot of that. But he's only got one woman he can't seem to shut the fuck up about," Robert explained.

"So, please be hospitable with him," Ransom requested gently. "I know he won't hesitate to hurt you if you give him any trouble."

You didn't even have time to process any of that before Robert was yanking you up and getting you on your knees on the floor between his legs. He used one hand to open his belt and jeans, and the other stayed painfully tangled in your hair, holding your head where he wanted it.

When he pulled his cock out and stroked it with a smirk in front of your face, you thought you might be sick.

"Gonna take this tape off and you're gonna be a good girl," Robert informed you darkly. "Got it?"

He didn't even wait for you to nod before he tore the tape off of your mouth-- you gasped from the sting and he took the opportunity to shove his cock right to the back of your throat.

"Fuck, there you go," he groaned approvingly, moving your head back and forth over his length and ignoring your choking and sputtering and the new tears running down your cheeks. He only gave you breaks when absolutely necessary, seeming to enjoy the way you coughed and struggled almost as much as the feeling of actually fucking your face.

He pulled you up by your hair to sit you in his lap, tearing your jeans down and grinning each time you sobbed.

"Ransom, please-- make him stop," you pleaded.

"Shh, he's not gonna help ya," Robert chuckled, but got angrier when you kept sobbing and begging your "husband" to free you. "Damnit, will you shut up, bitch?"

You gasped when Robert smacked you across the face, and a rough cry came next when he shoved his cock into you all at once. You weren't wet-- how could you be at a time like this?-- but your spit on his cock eased the way enough for him to bury himself to the hilt. It still stung like hell, though.

"Fuck, got yourself a tight little wife, huh, Ran?" Robert chuckled, bouncing you on top of him as you sobbed. "You're gonna be ruined when I'm done with you, bitch. You're gonna be in bed with this pussy Drysdale kid, thinking about Mr. Freezy and the best popsicle you ever had."

"Ransom," you sobbed, "please, I only want you, okay? I love you. I'm so sorry for leaving you-- I won't leave again, I swear, I fucking swear, I'm yours, forever..."

Ransom clicked his tongue, breaking his eye contact with you in the rearview mirror. "That's all I ever wanted to hear you say, darling."

You sighed with relief.

"But I can't let this infraction go unpunished," he finished, and for the first time he turned around from the driver's seat and you saw his face for the first time in over a year. It made your heart tense with fear, even now. "Freezy," he addressed the man holding you tight to his chest, "make her scream."

[nifolution]

Good Girl Masterlist

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 3 (end)