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spookiekewchie · 3 years ago

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⛓kinktober 2021- sensory deprivation/anal⛓

—juicy and it's tighter than a virgin, like madonna say...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Robert "Mr Freezy" Pronge x woc!reader

Summary: The one where Robert tests your limits

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: general language warning, anal, sensory deprivation, lil bit of spanking, robert's mean ass, dubcon, restraints, cheating (reader is married), mild violence, mentions of blackmail, lil bit of knife play, anal play, pussy slapping, name calling (robert calls the reader a whore), pet names (toots)

A/N: DAY EIGHTEEN OF KINKTOBER! Anyways, all mistakes and errors are my own. I gave it a look over but knowing me I probably missed a few things. 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.

With your hands handcuffed to the headboard Robert’s made sure that you can’t fight him off when he produces the black leather hood. Robert just smirks when he sees your gaze harden, and you begin to struggle and tug on the long chain of the cuffs that’s looped around one of the metal bars of your bed frame. “Dammit, Robert, that isn’t part of the deal. I let you fuck me, and you don’t tell my husband about my affair, we never said anything about the kinky bullshit you’re always trying to pull.” You spit, trying to avoid having the hood put over your head.

“Yeah, yeah, and that never stops you from creamin’ on my dick like a desperate whore when we try out the new shit.” He taunts you, and you kick out at him and your foot catches him in the stomach. Robert doubles over, coughing slightly before he growls in frustration at you. He surges forward, grabbing you by the throat with one hand and backhanding you across the face with the other hard enough to make your head snap to one side. You can taste blood, tongue prodding at your bottom lip with a wince when you feel the quick burst of pain.

Great. Now I have to explain this to my husband. You think, glaring up at Robert with a look that would make a lesser man wither away in fear and cowardice. Robert just chuckles like he knows a secret, and maybe he does. He's shown you plenty of times before that he knows your body better than even you do sometimes.

“You know how hard my dick gets when you look at me like you wanna kill me, toots.” God you hate it when he calls you that, and you know that he knows it. He says it with a smirk that makes you want to slap it off his face. For a moment you forget about your cuffed hands and try only to grunt in irritation as the man gives your tender cheek a mocking pat. You hate that he’s right though, you always cum when things between you two get intense and experimental. The second he put the cuffs on your arousal was slick between your thighs. Even the way he roughs you up when you try to fight back excites you. Robert is unlike any man you’ve ever known, he’s a stark contrast from your husband and he’s more experienced than the younger partner you’d taken on the side. Robert was also unhinged, and a murderer...leave it to you to find yourself sexually attracted to someone as dangerous and infuriating as Robert Pronge.

“This is ridiculous, just—HEY!”

Robert ignores your protests and roughly shoves the hood over your head and fixes it until it’s properly in place. The first thing you notice is how you can’t see anything through the leather hood, it’s all pitch black. The second thing you notice is that your hearing has been affected. The only sounds that you can make out are your own breathing, the pounding of your heartbeat, and your own voice. Everything else is muted and far away sounding. You try to calm yourself with the knowledge that there’s a hole where your mouth is so you can breathe but it hardly helps. You’re flipped over roughly without warning and you try not to scream out in surprise at the movement. Robert just chuckles, clearly amused as he begins to pull at the laces at the back of the leather hood to secure it in place.

Just like that he’s robbed you of three of your senses. You can’t touch him, you can’t see him, and you can barely hear him. It sets you on edge and leaves you feeling off kilter, you should hate it and you know you shouldn’t trust him when you know what he’s capable of. You can’t help the way you clench around nothing though, and you can’t help the fact that the feeling of helplessness has you feeling needy and hornier than ever.

Robert can see it all clear enough, and watching you tremble in anticipation has his dick twitching. There’s so many things he could do to you right now, so many ways he could hurt you and break you. It bothers him that he doesn’t want to, well not in the way he normally wants to hurt people. Instead it’s a want to hurt you in the ways he knows will bring you pleasure. It’s ego, he tells himself. Just prideful nonsense about being able to give you what your husband and side piece can’t.

Whipping out his knife he pushes the thought away, choosing to instead focus on slipping the sharp edge under your nightie and cutting through it. You let out a squeak of surprise, trembling when you feel the sharp tip gliding lightly down the length of your spine. You whimper despite trying to keep it in, body going still when you suck in a breath. You want to thrash around and scream but you know better than to do that when there’s a knifepoint teasing at you. The danger of the situation and the unknown of what Robert will do next has you dripping down your thighs.

“Oh toots, you’re drippin’ for me.” He says with a sigh, not that you can hear him. He grins when he remembers that you can’t, deciding that he’ll just have to get creative with letting you know that he knows you’re enjoying this despite all your fussing earlier. You feel the tip of the blade drag lightly over the swell of your ass and then it’s between your folds. You suck in a breath and release it with a shaky moan when the flat of the blade taps against your clit. Robert carefully pulls the blade away from your sex, grinning at your slick coating it. He can’t help but bring it to his mouth, licking your tangy sweet taste clean from the blade with a satisfied groan.

He tosses the blade down onto the mattress then, needing to get his hands on you so he can finally get after what he’s been wanting since he caught you letting the pool guy fuck you. His hand comes down hard against your ass, and you jolt with a cry of surprise and pain before you try to wiggle away when you feel his calloused hands spreading the thick globes of your ass to reveal your puckered and untouched hole. You try to shake him off, and it only results in more harsh slaps to your ass until you stop fighting him. Trying to listen to what’s going on you can only make out the far away sound of muffling words but otherwise you don’t register what Robert says. “Can’t wait to split this tight little hole open for the first time.” He growls, running his fingers through your slick and dripping folds to collect your wetness on his digits. You think for a moment that he might sink them into your pussy but instead he presses and teases them against your puckered hole with a toothy grin.

“Robert don’t!” You try, but it’s no use. This isn’t the first time he’s shown an interest in taking your ass, it’s just the first time he’s gotten you into a position where you can’t do anything to stop him. It doesn’t help that he knows he’d be the first man to fuck you this way, and he’s just dying to be the first man to stuff your ass full of cock. You shudder when you feel his index finger prodding at you before it slips past the tight ring of muscle. Then he works his middle finger in beside it and you whine behind your teeth at the foreign sensation. He says something about how you should be grateful that he’s even bothering with stretching you out first, but again you don’t hear him due to the sensory deprivation hood he’s forced you to wear. Because of it you don’t know what to expect next, but you feel everything more intensely and the anticipation only works against you as your reactions are harder to control and hide from him. Like when he presses a third finger into you and you let out a gasping moan that you don’t mean to. You clamp your mouth shut the second it echoes too loudly in your ears but it’s too late and Robert’s already heard it. You can only assume he’s saying all sorts of filthy things behind you as he starts to pump his fingers into your tight hole to open you up.

He’s probably calling you a desperate whore. You think to yourself, clenching around nothing at the thought of it and you hate yourself just a little for how you moan from the feeling of his fingers fucking into your ass. You fool yourself into thinking that it might not be so bad, his fingers are actually starting to feel really good pushing in and out of your ass, but then you feel him replacing them with something much bigger and you cry out into the sheets. You shake your head, convinced that it’s too much and that Robert’s cock is most definitely too big.

Something thick and wet lands against the stretched ring of muscle, and you think it’s his spit but you aren’t sure. All you know is that whatever it is only helps him sink further past the tight ring of muscle. Slowly he fills you inch by inch until you feel impossibly full and the pressure of his cock in your ass has you squirming in a weird mix of pleasure and discomfort. You expect him to simply start hammering away at you, but instead he snakes a hand around your front and lets his fingers roughly circle over your clit until you’re cumming and writhing under him while your slick and juices run over his hand. You feel almost pathetic with how easily he can make you cum even when he’s testing your limits and taking something from you that you never intended to give him.

Robert pulls out of your ass slowly then, strokes his cock with the hand that’s slick with your essence and then he’s plunging back into your puckered hole with a growl of pleasure at the tight squeeze. He takes his time fucking you, enjoying every little sound you make of pain and pleasure until you’re panting under him and subconsciously letting your hips rock back to meet his thrusts. Every sound out of you is loud in your head, and it makes it hard to think of anything else other than trying to chase the strange pleasure that Robert is giving you while he fucks into your ass with increasing roughness. You know he’s holding back, likely wanting to be able to taunt you about how much you enjoy this later when he’s done using your body for his pleasure. With the hood over your head, and no way to distract yourself or pretend that the noises you’re making aren’t coming from you, you know that you won’t be able to deny it. It’s frustrating but you can’t focus on that, all you want now is pleasure and to be filled and your pussy is aching for some sort of attention but with your hands still cuffed to the headboard it’s impossible for you to do anything about it.

You know you have to swallow your pride, and you’re feeling desperate enough to do that. “Robert, please—please touch me. I need more.” You beg him, eyes clenched shut against the darkness that the inside of the hood offers you. You don’t hear him chuckle, but you feel it vibrate through his whole body and it makes you tremble. His fingers strum against your clit, and it gives you just enough to send you spiraling over the edge again. Your body goes tight around him and Robert only takes that as an invitation to fuck you harder, finally letting loose and pounding into your body the way he loves to. You scream into the pillows, thighs trembling as his attention to your clit turns into wet smacks against the sensitive bundle of nerves. It has your eyes rolling back, and your mouth hanging open as he fucks you just how he knows you like. The only difference now being that it’s your ass that’s taking the railing from his cock and not your quivering pussy.

“God yes, yes! Fuck me, Robert!” You cry out, losing the battle of trying to hate this vs giving into the fact that your body is loving the rough treatment it’s being shown by the man behind you. You feel his laughter again, and he rewards you with a hard slap to your cunt that makes you sob in pain and pleasure when you cum hard from the sensation. You don’t even notice Robert’s other hand tugging at the laces on the back of the leather hood to loosen it until he rips it off and you’re eyes are hit with the harsh glare of light and your ears are filled with the sound of skin slapping roughly against skin from how hard he’s pounding into your ass.

“There she is, knew a filthy little whore like you would love this shit.” He taunts, and you can hear it in his voice how close he is to cumming from how strained he sounds. You know just how to send him over the edge, and don’t hesitate to do just that.

“Give it to me, Robert. Fill me up, fill my tight ass up with your cum until it’s dripping outta me!” You cry out for him, hips bucking back against his thrusts as they grow more erratic until he’s slamming deep inside you with a roar and his release is filling you. Robert pulls out of you when he’s sure every last drop of his spend is milked from his cock, and he takes the moment to admire the sight of your fucked out hole with a proud grin on his lips. He makes a mental note to make sure he has his phone on hand to take a picture because he’s sure the sight of you all open and dripping for him will make the perfect background.

“We’re gonna have to do this again soon, toots. This ass is too perfect not to fucking ruin again.” He says, letting you go and grinning when your bottom half collapses on the bed. You mumble a few curses under your breath at him, choosing to play as nicely as you can until he uncuffs you. He does, and you’re thankful for all of five seconds before he’s dragging you out of the bed and towards the bathroom. “In fact, I think we’re gonna go for round two right in front of the mirror so you can see just how pretty you look with your ass all stretched out around my cock.”

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geminixevans-stan · 3 years ago

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Summer Pop

Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Black Reader

Words: 2.6k

Summary: Tired of doing absolutely nothing, Mr. Freeze gives you something to do.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, dub-con, explicit sexual content, smut (facefucking, anal, explicit use of a popsicle, spanking, face slapping) dead body, some degradation.

A/N: This was self-indulgent I can’t even lie. I have always had a thing for Freezy once I got on this hellsite. Then watching the movie made my love for this man no better. This made me shocked in myself cause whew this man is a menace and deserves nothing but filthy sex. I hope you all like it! Like, comment, and reblog! ♥

Divider made by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

It was summer… A hellish heat scorching summer and staying in the house was causing you to want to pull your hair out. It wasn’t like you were doing anything in particular. Being out for summer break from uni and not having that many friends, your choice of course. You hated people and you didn’t give a fuck if they liked you. But you needed a change of scenery and you found it at the back of an ice cream truck of all places.

You stumbled upon the ‘Help Wanted’ sign near the truck as you were strolling through the park one day and passed by it. No way you would be giving out ice cream to snotty-nosed kids for the remainder of the summer. Fuck that. Every day you passed by the park and that signed stayed up. Surely people were interested. You finally caved and stood at the window until you were notified of a proof of life.

“The fuck are you doing?! Get away from there!” the voice behind you catching you off guard. Turning around you see the tall, fairly built man walking over to you, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to trespass little girl,” he spoke through clenched teeth as he gripped your arm. Shrugging your arm away from him, you look over to the sign.

You raise your finger to the sign, bringing his eyesight in your direction, “Isn’t that your sign?”

“Yeah… The fuck is it to you,” someone woke on the wrong side of the bed, you thought.

“So, if that’s your sign. I’m interested. Seeming as though nobody else was,” his look of confusion was etched on his face at your observation.

“What’s a pretty thing like you want with this job?”

“Please… Chucking out ice cream all day doesn’t seem that hard. So? You need help or not?” You studied his face a bit before he stalked past you, unlocking the door.

He pulled it open as he stood aside, “Alright get the fuck in and hurry up. Hotter than the Devil’s dick out here,” you gave a light chuckle before walking to the truck, walking up the steps. It was much bigger on the inside than what you assumed from the outside. It wasn’t much, Just two tall freezers on one wall and then the deep freezer close by the window. The mystery man stared at you, arms crossed as you looked around. He would be lying if he didn’t think you were a sight to see but he didn’t have time for that.

He snapped his fingers to get your attention, “Hey! Take a picture. Wanna know about the job or not?” you nodded as you gave him your attention, “Alright. So it is just giving out ice cream. The day starts at 12 PM and ends at 6 PM. Getting it so far?” you nod again “Good. You also have to make sure the truck is clean at the end of the day. That too much for ya toots?”

Looking up at him as one corner of your mouth rises, “Obviously it’s too much for you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t need help.”

“Smart mouth bitch. Kinda like it but whatever. One more thing,” he points over to the deep freezer, “Never open that. It has a lock on it for a reason,” Oh? You hated your curious mind but if he didn’t want it touched then fine.

You nodded over to him, “Deal. Whatcha paying?”

“Twenty an hour too low?”

“Days?”

“Five. Monday through Friday”

“Deal. Got a name?”

“Freezy. ‘s all you need to know. Wanna start now? You can get this day of training and then you’re by yourself,” Fuck it. You didn’t have anything to do and if you stayed in that house one more day. Who knows what you would have done.

Working for Freezy wasn’t bad at all honestly. He was barely around and you usually saw his face on payday. He wasn’t one for conversation and being friendly wasn’t in his forte. Not that you cared, giving out ice cream to the little shits in the park wasn’t as bad as you thought. Some of them were even disgustingly cute.

You were giving out your last creamy confections when you heard the door practically being snatched from the hinges. Quickly turning around, you see a black bag slung at the back of Freezy. You gave him a nonverbal greeting in the form of a nod. Don’t ask, don’t tell right? But a part of you wanted to know what was in that bag.

He looked over at you, once again eyeing your body, “Get the fuck out,” he blurted out, walking over to you as you didn’t budge one bit. Cocking his head to the side he spoke again, “What? Dumb brain doesn’t comprehend? Get. The. Fuck. Out!” You rolled your eyes, walking past him as you opened and shut the door on your way out. Irritation should have set in on you but your soaked panties said otherwise.

The fuck was this man doing to you? All he did was talk to you like he didn’t give a fuck. Why were you so turned on right now? He wasn’t ugly by a long shot but his demeanor screamed dangerous and whatever was in that bag wasn’t more ice cream treats. Making it home wasn’t coming fast enough and the slick coating your thighs glistened against your smooth skin. Spotting a nearby alleyway, you slid in between the two buildings. You crouched down rucking your skirt, pushing your panties aside as you dove two fingers into your aching hole.

The end of the week was here and also meant payday. Freezy wasn’t around after basically kicking you out earlier in the week and part of you was excited to see him. But you wouldn’t let that fucker know that. You looked over at the time, seeing that the end was near and no Freezy. He was usual punctual when it came to dishing out money. Closing the window for the night you began to start the cleaning process. Once done, you did a once over of the truck as your eyes landed on the deep freezer.

It was unlocked.

Had that motherfucker forgotten to lock this shit up? You looked away and took another look. What could possibly be in there, drugs? Like that would make fucking sense why he would want to keep it locked up. That didn’t bother you one bit. Inching closer to the stainless steel storage, you pushed the left door to the side. Plastic… There was something wrapped in plastic. The more you look through the plastic you could make out lips and a nose.

Holy fuck! It’s a body in here. The sound of the door opening alerted who was here and before you could turn around properly, your back was pressed against the wall with a hand wrapped around your throat.

“Just what the fuck are you doing you little bitch! I told you not to touch it right!”

“You fucking left it unlocked you asshole! Let me go!”

“Oh, toots that’s not gonna happen. You wanna end up like that weak bitch in the freezer?” he pressed the pads of his fingers into your flesh, “Do you!?”

You shook your head from side to side, “No! I’m not even gonna tell anyway. Now let me go you crazy fuck!” squirming in his grasp. Shit! Why is this turning you on so damn much? The dead body should have done it. Your body was betraying you in the worst ways and you prayed he never found out. The floor was nonexistent under your feet as he lifted you up higher.

His grip tightened and you swore you were close to passing out, “Little bitch! That mouth is getting on my fuckin nerves. Gonna put it to better use,” your eyes widen as he dropped you to the floor, fisting his fingers in your tight curls as he dragged over to the deep freezer. He gripped your face in one hand slamming your head against the hard metal. The pain was sharp as your eyes prickled with tears.

Freezy made quick work of unbuckling his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down. Fuck he was huge. It was a good width and the length was a cervix buster. The tip swollen and leaking as he wrapping his fingers around it, “Open up toots. Gonna ruin that throat so you can’t talk for a fucking week,” your lips didn’t budge so he slammed your head against the metal again.

You shrieked, “Fu-!” He thrust into your mouth before you could even finish.

His head leaned back at how wet and warm your mouth was, “Ahh that’s much better you fucking bitch. Shut the fuck up and take my dick,” sliding his dick out to only the tip as he slams back in feeling your throat catch around the head. His pace fast and brutal as your nose met his pelvis over and over again. The tears rolling from your eyes were connecting with the spit and cum drooling down your chin.

Part of you wanted him to stop and the other part wanted to keep his dick down your throat all the time. You pressed your thighs together to alleviate the heat between your legs as she kept his abusive pace of fucking your throat. He pulled out to give you a short breather before slapping your cheek with his slippery dick, pushing it back in, “You-- fuck! Just had to be nosey bitch!” He didn’t care about your gagging or constant coughs, he wanted to ruin you.

Stilling for a moment, he looked down at your face as he slid slowly all the way down your throat. He held the back of your head making you take every inch as your choked and spit around the base as it drooled down his heavy balls. You clawed at his skin, slapping his thighs until his whole body shook with a laugh.

He quickly pulled out gripping your face again to look up at him. Your chest heaved up and down trying to catch your breath, “Is that… the best…. You can do?” you smirked at him, mouth still open to regain your breathing.

“Fuckin stupid bitch,” his hand connecting to your face. He spat on your lips, smearing it over your face with his open palm before dragging you up and bending you over. You were found out as soon as his hand bunched your skirt up showing the backs of your glistening thighs. Dragging his teeth over the skin of his lip, “Knew you were nothing but a fucking whore. That pretty little cunt liked my dick down your throat,” cracking his hand over the globes of your ass.

Clenching around nothing as you felt the sting you felt the gush of slick pool out, “Oh that small thing? I’ve had bigger,” your panties were ripped and he wasted no time pushing into you. You screamed out as he slammed your head down, holding down by your neck.

“What was that? I don’t think a small dick can make you do that toots,” he says while slamming his hips against yours. The stimulation from his balls slapping against your clit, ignited you to snap in no time. Your walls clamping down around him as he didn’t let up from his thrusts. Your wails bouncing off the wails as he lifted and slammed your head down again.

He pulled the door of the deep freezer open pushing your head against the dead body wrapped in plastic, “Keep it up and you’ll be in here with him. I don’t wanna do that and waste this tight cunt.”

Something snapped inside you because instead of crying you began to laugh, “That’s all you got Freezy baby? Weak bitch, I know you can do better than that!” laughing again as he pulled your head back, spitting on your tongue as he pulled all the way out slammed back in causing you to scream again.

“Gotta tell ya toots, didn’t take you for a damn masochist,” pulling your arms behind your back, pushing all the way in hitting your cervix. Your knees buckled, his tip hitting that spot over and over again, “Now shut the fuck up and take my dick,” groaning as you clamped around him again, “Fuck this cunt is amazing. I might not kill you after all.”

Getting annoyed by him already you screamed, “Just shut up and fuck me already!” that must have been the wrong thing to say because he pulled out causing you to whine at the loss.

Feeling the sting of his hands on your ass you yelped in agonizing pleasure, “Stay you mouthy bitch,” you heard the freezer open and the crinkle of plastic. He stepped back behind you pressing something cold to the tip of your clit, your back arching at the change in temperature.

That changed once your cheeks were spread and a warm glob of spit connected to your puckered hole, “What the fu-”

All the breath knocked out of you as you felt him thrust deep in your asshole. No one has ever been there and all the pain was felt around him, “Oh fuck toots! Tight little hole is gonna make me jizz it so good.” you couldn’t talk from how much his intrusion hurt. The tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You fucking asshole!

His entire chest shook as he let out another laugh, “That’s right toots. I’m fucking this ass. Hole. right. Here.” thrusting with each punctuation. You screamed with each stroke feeling the cold object rub your clit, sending pleasure throughout your entire body. Freezy snaked his hand down collecting your slick and rubbing over your hole, sliding back and forth easily. Your eyes fluttered as his cock in your ass started to feel good, pushing up against him.

The coldness moved from your clit, pushing into your unfilled hole, “Oh fuck! What is that?!” He slaps your ass again, pulling out as he leans over your body pressing his lips to your neck, “Don’t like it toots? Just something to cool that attitude,” leaning back up to take your ass again. He splayed his free hand at the small of your back making you arch automatically. Slamming back in he let the object in your pussy match his thrusts, your juices spurting out with every stroke

“Fu-uck, That feels so good! Gonna make me cum,”

“Go on toots I don’t give a fuck.”

“Fuckfuckfuck!” screaming out, both holes squeezing as your ride your orgasm out. You felt his hips stutter against, his hand gripping your hips as he fucked into your fast and hard.

Placing his lips to back he nipped the skin while breathing heavily, “gonna fill this ass up toots and you better take all of it,” straightening back up as he pummeled your cheeks until he stilled and shot ropes of his spend in the tightness of your ass his mouth hanging open as he let out the filthiest sounds. He fell over, resting against you as he pulled the coldness from you.

You felt something prod at your lips, too spent to care as you opened up. Freezy pushed the popsicle in your mouth as you tasted the sweetness and your juices at the same time. He blew out a breath looking at your suck and swirl your tongue on the sweet ice, “Fuck, that’s a sight toots,” he pulled it from your mouth, bringing you down to the floor with him.

He enveloped you in his arms, pressing his lips to your forehead, “Better than I thought toots. Knew you weren’t a rat the day I hired you,” snuggling up against his chest you looked up at him.

“You’re still a crazy fuck,” you say lazily as he stroked your back.

He smirks down at you swatting your ass, “Yeah and you just might be a crazy bitch. Let’s test that out.”

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago

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SDAU, Artificial Alpha, Castaway

Word Count: 796

Bobby hadn’t left his apartment in nearly a month. Ever since Lee and Curtis dropped off the last of his stuff, he felt truly alone. So much so that he missed his hockey practices. Missed games. Even missed his classes.

But that was because of how things changed.

“Present for us!”

“I don’t wan-“

“I SAID PRESENT!”

Bobby whimpered, trying to fight against the alpha command from a few of the guys that were hanging around the gym and had accosted him in the locker room.

“Leave him alone.”

Bobby looked in horror as the goalie dropped his equipment, coming into the locker room.

“Come on, Jensen…it’s Pronge! The fucking psycho deserves it!”

“I said, leave him alone.”

“You’re just gonna let the sick fuck off the hook after what he’s done to most of our girlfriends?” another guy Bobby didn’t recognize asked, “after what he did to your omega? She was fucking traumatized, Jensen!”

“I don’t like repeating myself, Tyler!” The other alphas rolled their eyes, pushing away from the bent over sigma and clearing out of the locker room. Bobby felt the hold of the alpha command breaking once there was enough distance between them, “You okay, Pronge?”

Bobby felt his throat tightening as he looked at the goalie.

“Pronge?”

“Th-they were gonna rape me…”

“Probably,” Jake shrugged as though it were nothing. Bobby felt his throat tighten as Jensen picked up his bag and started for his locker, “probably would have done the same things you did to their girlfriends. Maybe even taped you for the hell of it.”

“But-you-you stopped them.”

“Look…I don’t know what happened, and I’m not going to pretend to care,” he sighed, dropping his bag in front of his locker. He turned to the sigma, “but unlike whatever bullshit whatever assholes fed you so you became some scum bag, an alpha doesn’t do what you did. Not a good one anyways. Good alphas look out for omegas. Sigmas. Even iotas and epsilons. It’s not our job to act like we’re superior to anyone. It’s our job to provide security. To make sure everyone can live a peaceful life. Just like it’s an omegas job to provide comfort. I may be lacking in that department for anyone but her, but that’s where my omega completes me. She’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever met��and she’s taught me that even assholes like you deserve forgiveness. And while I may not ever forgive you, I honor her decisions, and I told her that I wouldn’t hold what you did against you.”

Bobby felt a pang in his chest as he watched the alpha change and disappear to the weight room. His anxiety spiked as he grabbed his bag and rushed back to his apartment, unable to cope with who he used to be, versus who he was.

The knock on the door broke Bobby from his thoughts. His heart began to race as he looked at it nervously. No one had knocked on his door.

“Mr. Pronge.”

Bobby felt his heart race even more when it was a woman’s voice. He skittishly went to the door and opened it. And he was hit in the face with the most intense scent he’d ever smelled. She smelled like dandelions and summer time.

His heart raced in his chest as one word thumped with every beat as he stared into her hazel eyes and adored her deep chocolate skin.

Mate.

She took a step back, her loose coils bouncing, and Bobby held himself against the door. She shook her head, like she was shaking herself out of her own daze, “I-uh…I’m a representative of the school. Th-the administration department…you haven’t been attending classes and I was sent to check up on you.”

“I-I’m Bobby.”

She nodded, biting her lip nervously as she looked at the man, “I know…are you okay?”

“G-Go out with me?” She looked shocked at the words that had come out of his mouth. Bobby felt his scent spike as nervousness took over his body. He could barely believe that the words came from his mouth either, “Shit…I mean…”

“I just came here as part of my role for the administration department,” she said quickly, cutting him off, “I-I know who you are, Mr. Pronge…and I don’t want a date with you…I know what happens to girls who go on dates with you.”

“I didn-“

“Just go to class, Mr. Pronge!” she said forcefully, now seeming a little bit angry with him as she turned on her heel, “go to class so I don’t have to see you ever again.”

And Bobby knew in his heart at that moment that he wasn’t going to just go to class…because he did want to see the delta again. He wanted to know her name.

#a/b/o #a/b/o fic #a/b/o au #school days au #school days #frat boys #fraternity #sigma robert pronge #robert pronge x reader #robert pronge #mr freezy #werefox #black reader #the iceman #iceman

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stuckysdumbbitch · 3 years ago

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love and lost

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

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

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

love and lost masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucking bitch,” he groaned,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You frowned, confused about what he was talking about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A few moments of silence before you heard a chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#dark fic #dark!stucky x reader #dark!lee bodecker #dark!bucky barnes #dark! stucky #dark!steve rogers #robert pronge x reader #robert pronge #mr freezy #justin capshaw x reader #justin capshaw #smut #dark!ransom drysdale #dark!andy barber #dark!mike weiss #dark!johnny storm #dark!lance tucker #sebastian stan #chris evans

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Weeks 161 -162

Welcome to Weeks 161 & 162

A/N: I just want to thank everyone who gave me recommendations for new authors and mutual authors fanfics. I found so many authors that I already have a list for next week! 💜

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Inferno - (Andy x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

Ari Oneshot - @biteofcherry

Opening the heart - (Wanda x Victor Von Doom) - @nekoannie-chan

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 16 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Root of all Ransom - Part 4 - (Ransom x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Though I Have Never Read It - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Threadbare - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

The Barracuda - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Love in Lace - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Light It Up - (Curtis x Reader) - @navybrat817

What Happens in Vegas - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Before you - Normal ending - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

A (not) good cake slice - (Wanda x Steve) - @nekoannie-chan

Taking It All - (Nick x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Love, Love, Love - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Want you to want me - (Ari x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Under the Clouds - (Lee x Reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Ari Drabble - @late-to-the-party-81

Ex-factor - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Lee Bodecker Oneshot - @lunarbuck

Close Quarters - (Jake x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Playing With Fire - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

On My Mind - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

"Are we friends?" "I don't think so" - @nekoannie-chan

No One, But Me - (Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Bathtime - (Curtis x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic

Meet Me at Our Spot - (Andy x Reader) - @geniedetails

Open Up - (Ari x Black! Reader) - @galatially

Shades of Gray - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

3 Billion Divorce - Part 5 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Collared part 18 - @spnexploration

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 5 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Hands off - Part 5 - (Stucky x Reader) - @darsynia

Twice (Nick x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

And Mine You Shall Be - (Steve x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

No One Special - (Lee x Reader) - @springdandelixn

Should've - (Lee x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Breakfast in Bed - @fluffyprettykitty

Sign the Dotted Line - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817

Special Delivery - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @xxindiglow

staying in - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-bucket-barnes

Destroyer!Chris drabble - @biteofcherry

Midnight Surprise - (Bucky x Reader) - @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor

40’s!Bucky Drabble - @pellucid-constellations

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #curtis everett x reader #jake jensen x reader #ari levinson x reader #lee bodecker x reader #mr freezy x reader #nick fowler x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #stucky x reader #andy barber x reader #destroyer chris x reader

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babyjakes · 3 years ago

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find all the submissions to eun's 5k stuffie writing contest from her old blog [@dadplease] here!

like a moth to you by @foxgloveprincess | dark au | Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator] | Your keeper leaves you alone—locked away—when he’s out on business. But he always brings back a gift when he comes home.

little one, you got me staring odd by @mutual-monsters | dark au, hurt/comfort | Steve Kemp x gn!reader | Steve finds an unorthodox way to deal with his darling’s night terrors.

anything for you by @bucky-boo-bear | hurt/comfort | Little!bucky x reader | When a little (large) something catches his attention, bucky doesn’t wanna leave it. Too bad it is at the store and not his home. Not for long though.

surprise, surprise by @stevies-corner | fluff | SoftDark Daddy!Steve x Little!Fem!Reader | Steve has a surprise for his little and there’s one she’s not too happy about.

stuffies and stitches by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog | hurt/comfort, fluff | Bucky x disabled reader | After a long week Bucky gives you love.

to the salon by @astrorogers | fluff | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader | It’s really not that bad, it just needs a little… Shaping. To the salon! Reader and Steve acquire an old stuffed animal of Steve’s that is in need of some TLC. So she sends the beloved stuffed bear to a stuffed animal hospital for a makeover.

a new friend by @worksby-d | fluff | Andy Barber x fem!Reader | Turns out moving in with Andy isn’t the only big life change happening.

anything my girl needs by @candlelight-letters | fluff, smut | andy barber x f! Reader | After a stressful couple of weeks of work and mental health piled up, Andy knows exactly what his wife needs and plans an entire night where she doesn’t have to think at all.

*contest winner!* a second chance by @upallnite2getbucky | hurt/comfort, fluff | Bucky x Reader | While having the worst day, you find something unexpected that turns your day around.

what you need by @honeydulcewrites | hurt/comfort | Daddy!Chris Evans x Black Little!Reader | When things are overwhelming you, he knows exactly what you need

make it all better by @candy-and-writing | hurt/comfort | stucky x reader | after comforting you from a nightmare, steve and bucky always know how to make everything better

a gift by @trashywritestrash | fluff | Steve Rogers x single mom! reader | When your sitter cancels right before your date with Steve, you decide to bring your daughter along

#dadplease 5k stuffie writing contest

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spookiekewchie · 3 years ago

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Spider in the Roses

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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

Summary: You weren’t part of his plans, but a case of wrong place wrong time puts you on his radar.

PART 2

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: this is a dark plot, this chapter is from Robert’s POV, death threats, murder, Robert being a creep, mentions of future stalking, language

A/N: I was enabled to start this series by @geminixevans & @bucksmotel so blame them not me. This chapter is from Robert’s POV, the next will be from our readers. 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.

It should have been a simple job, real simple. Get close to the mark, spray a little cyanide in his face and dance away like nothing happened. Only problem was the bitch that he had glued to his side all night. Some pretty young thing that was trying to wriggle her way out from under the mark’s arm. Pronge simply sat back and watched, reevaluating his choices. He could take them both out, but it’d be a little suspicious having two people in such close proximity die of the same unexplainable symptoms. He could feel the frustration beginning to settle in, he didn’t need this shit getting complicated. Gaze narrowed behind his glasses, Robert perked up slightly as he noticed the mark getting frustrated with the pretty inconvenience.

Pushing off from where he had been blending in at the bar, Robert spied the way the man’s grip on the girl’s arm tightened when she tried to pull away. He bet there would be bruises left behind, not that he particularly cared. She was still an inconvenience and he just wanted to get this job done so he could get paid and move on.

Drifting out the back door of the club he glanced around, not seeing either the girl or the mark he grit his teeth. Ready to let loose a string of expletives he paused when he heard the tell-tale sound of glass breaking, and the sound of a man’s voice.

“You bitch! You fucking cut me!”

“I’ll do worse if you don’t back the fuck off you piece of shit!”

Was that the inconvenience? Well this just got interesting. Robert peered around the corner, unseen as he remained in the dark shadows. His bright blue gaze took in the sight before him. The pretty inconvenience stood there, a broken bottle in her trembling hands as she held it between herself and the prick that Robert had been hired to kill. Judging from the large gash against the man’s cheek he’d already tried his luck. He would have laughed if he weren’t so interested in seeing just what the sweet looking thing in front of him would do if pressed further.

“I’ll kill you, I know where you work, where you go to school, I know where you fucking live bitch! I’ll find you and kill you.” The mark spat, and to Robert’s surprise the man lunged at the girl. It was likely that he didn’t expect her to follow through with her threat. That was a miscalculation because faster than Robert could blink she’d stabbed her hand forward and jabbed it into the man’s chest. Robert watched wide eyed, a twisted smirk on his lips he watched the cheap shirt that the man wore tear under the jagged edges of the glass bottle. She had apparently struck deep, blood pouring from the wound as the mark reeled back only to lunge again. This time the man’s bloody hands found purchase around the girl’s throat and squeezed.

That was when hell seemed to break free. Her shriek of fury and fear was absolutely terrifying, even to Robert’s ears and there wasn’t much that made him jump in surprise. But she had managed it, surprising him with the violence that she lashed out with. Her hand slashed and stabbed with the bottle until the would be attacker was falling back, and slumping against the brick siding of the building he’d dragged her behind.

The little rose has thorns. Robert thought to himself, watching as she followed the body down as it slid to the ground.

Briefly, he had half a mind to reveal himself just to tell her that she could make the man anymore dead. Instead, Robert stood there palming his dick through his pants as he watched her little act of brutality. He might have started off irritated at her presence, but now Robert couldn’t help but admire the way the crimson splotches of blood splattered against her. It soaked into parts of her little black dress, making it cling to her body. Little splatters landed against her face and the exposed flesh that the dress didn’t cover.

Sure she was pretty, but seeing her like this? Well for someone as twisted as Robert Pronge it was one of the sexiest things he’d seen in a long while.

“Shit...shit, shit, shit...FUCK! What did I do, what did I fucking do?” Even her panicked voice had his cock growing harder, and Robert was seconds away from simply snatching her up himself when she suddenly bolted as she furiously wiped the blood from her skin.

Now it was Robert’s turn to curse. She was gone, and he was left with a mess and a hard cock. It would have been easy to leave the body and the evidence there for someone else to find. The broken bottle was sure to have her prints all over it, the body likely had her DNA, and then there was the purse she’d dropped in the middle of the altercation. Robert stepped out of the shadows and picked up the small crystal encrusted handbag, rifling through it and pulling out the little murderess’ driver’s license. He spoke the name printed on it, as if he were testing it out on his tongue before he slipped the ID back into the handbag and decided he’d hold onto it for the time being.

As for the body and the evidence? Well Pronge managed to clean it all up without being seen, saving the broken bottle in a plastic bag just in case.

Once it was all said and done he made the call the next day, explaining that the hit went down but not as cleanly as they had intended while leaving the presence of the girl out. No open caskets for the prick currently chilling in his deep freezer.

“That’s not what the fuck we agreed on.”

“Yeah well shit happens, either way the fucker’s dead and I still expect to get paid.”

Silence.

“Hey! Did you hear what the fuck I said?”

“Yeah I heard you.” A huff and a few choice words later. “Fine. I’ll pay. Half of what we agreed on since you had to go and fuck it up.”

“We didn’t agree on half you f—”

“We agreed on a clean, untraceable kill that looked like natural causes. Not a fucking gangland special! You can take half or nothing at all.”

“Fine. Have my money ready for me to pick up tomorrow.” Robert said nothing else until the phone was hung up. Cursing and slamming the receiver of the payphone down before he stalked back over to his truck with a menacing glower.

A glinting from the passenger seat caught his gaze, the handbag that the little rose had left behind. An idea struck him then, this was technically her fault. She’d been the wrench thrown into the works and it had been her that left the body in such a state that now Robert was only going to get paid half of what he was owed. As far as he was concerned she owed him, not only had he spared her, but he’d cleaned up her mess as well. Yeah a plan was forming, he just needed to do a little recon first. Find out her habits, and patterns and then he could figure out the best way to get her right where he wanted her.

#mr freezy x woc!reader #mr freezy x black!reader #mr freezy x reader #mr freezy x you #mr freezy x woc #mr freezy reader #mr freezy fanfiction #mr freezy fanfic #mr freezy fic #robert pronge x woc!reader #robert pronge x black!reader #robert pronge x reader #chris evans x reader #woc!reader #black!reader #trilla writes

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chaos-to-my-thoughts · 3 years ago

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Loved it!! 👀👀

Without Any Fear

Ah, another day, another man to redeem.

Behold, a fic I said I was going to finish on Christmas but then all my best plans got waylaid and so we’re getting a Mr. Freezy holiday fic well after Christmas.

Mr. Freezy x Female Reader

Word Count: 6.2K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, angst, rude neighbors, mentions of canon violence, mentions of a stabbing and blood, mentions of murder, unprotected sex, twist ending because it’s me.

The streets are still icy, the first hints of snow falling that will blanket the ground within a few hours. It’s still early, enough that there are no prying eyes, no busy holiday crowds to notice as he slides the tarp over the body.

No rest for the wicked, Robert thinks with a cold smirk, tossing his tools in the back of the ice cream truck. He’ll get fifty thousand for this hit, another twenty as a Christmas bonus if he disposes of the body without a trace. Which he will, because he knows his way around enough chemicals. Had he not fallen into this line of work, he probably would have been a forensic detective. But time had a way of hardening even the most innocent of people and he was no exception.

A fucked-up divorce between his parents before he was fifteen, living with his piece of shit father until he finally turned eighteen and a failed marriage that ended before it made it a year… living the American dream, right down to meeting with some of the most ruthless men he’d ever met. Which turned out to be in his favor, considering his skill. They respected him, more so than anyone ever did when he was growing up. Not when he was a car salesman, not when he was trying to manage a store with shitty employees with no work ethic. This job fit him like a glove.

And he didn’t even think about the sound of the bodies he chopped up and disintegrated.

Life was funny that way.

With a cigarette hanging from his lips, he doesn’t even notice the car that slows to a stop, parking across the street until he closes the doors.

Of all the places he never thought you’d be, this piece of shit town was one of them, casually feeding quarters into the meter, unaware that he’s still staring at you.

Because he can’t help it. Despite all the terrible shit he’s done, there’s one person that would be disappointed in what he’s become. The one who thought he had so much potential to be more than he is today, clad in coveralls covering in gristle, blood and bone. There’s a part of him that wants to claw to the surface, to make a step over to you but what he is now – what he’s become – won’t let him go back to the person he used to be.

You wouldn’t recognize him anyway.

It isn’t until he searches for his lighter, shoving his hands in his pockets to search when he hears your soft voice.

“Bobby?”

Keep reading

#mr. freezy #Robert pronge x black reader #mr freezy x black reader

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geminixevans-stan · 3 years ago

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Chris Evans MasterList

Best Friend Chris Evans x Plus Size!Black Reader

Surprise!! Chris Evans x Black! Reader

Our Girl Ari Levinson x Married!Black Reader x Andy Barber

His Cherry Andy Barber x Black Reader

Nannys Heart Au [Andy Barber x Nanny!Black Reader x Steve Rogers]

Peach Ari Levinson x Black Reader x Andy Barber

Stay Andy Barber x Female Reader

Clyde Andy Barber x Female Reader

Wild CEO!Ari Levinson x Black Reader

A Promised Threat CEO!Ari Levinson x Black Reader

Peach Ari Levinson x Black Reader x Andy Barber

Solve The Riddle AU - Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black Reader

Feels So Right Ari Levinson x Female Reader

LLOYD HANSEN

All The Time - Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader x Nick Fowler

Summer Pop Mr. Freezy x Black Reader

You Belong to me Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

The Ghost Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

Big Bad Wolf Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

Bare Pages Series Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

Rude Boy Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Where am I? Steve Rogers x Black Reader

Laundry Day Steve Rogers x Black Reader x Bucky Barnes

I'm N Luv Steve Rogers x Stripper!Black Reader

Nannys Heart Au [Andy Barber x Nanny!Black Reader x Steve Rogers]

Mafia!Steve x Pippi OTP

Daddy Lessons Steve Rogers x Black Reader

Bad Words (Drabble)

Blue Waterfalls sub!Stucky x Mafia!Female Reader

Time Stands Still Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Female Reader

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago

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SDAU, Artificial Alpha, Graduation Day

Word Count: 578

“Delta…”

“God, you smell so good,” she purred, nuzzling Bobby’s jaw. Bobby chittered excitedly as she pushed him further into his apartment, slamming the door behind herself, while continuing to push him until his back thudded heavily against the wall. Bobby let himself feel the moment, closing his eyes. He was absorbing every bit of his mate’s scent until he felt her hand slide down and palm his growing erection over his basketball shorts, “I wanna feel you, Bobby…”

His eyes snapped open as he held his girlfriend back at arm’s length. He gasped when he realized the thick amber rings around her eyes.

She was feral.

“Angela…”

“Call me by my designation,” she purred, the rumbling so loud that he could feel it vibrating his own chest. She slipped back to his chest and rubbed her body against his, the friction making Bobby groan, “take me to your nest, sigma. I want to see what you prepared for me.”

It wasn’t an alpha command, but it might have well been, because Bobby felt the most intense urge to show her in that moment as his hindbrain screamed.

Delta wants to see our nest.

Delta wants to make love in our nest.

Delta wants me to take her in our nest.

“Delta…”

She purred, her hand quickly going down his shorts and grabbing his hard cock. He hissed as she began pumping him through his shorts. His jaw opened slightly as she started working him over. His thoughts became clouded with the idea that he needed to knot her.

“Make love to me, Bobby.”

Bobby froze, quickly moving away from his girlfriend. Her eyes opened again, and she looked at him, a soft rejection in her eyes.

“Delta…i-I can’t. I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he said quickly, holding his hands up. He shook his head and took a few more steps away from her while she looked like she was processing his words, “Delta…I don’t want you to regret sleeping with me…I-you’re nearly feral. What if you don’t want this? What if you only came here bec-“

“I’m in love with you mate.”

Bobby froze, “Wh-what?”

“I am completely, one hundred percent in love with you,” she repeated, “I just-I tried to put the brakes on everything because I’m afraid…but I don’t want to anymore…I want my mate. I want to be with my mate. I want to be in his nest, taking his knot. I mean…I don’t want hatchlings or kits right now…but that’s because we’re still figuring this out…but if you for one second think that I don’t absolutely love you and want this…you’re crazy.”

“Y-you’re eyes are amber.”

“Snake shifters have yellow eyes during their heat and ruts,” she said quickly, “I-I can’t control my shifts when I’m in my heat…when we’re feral our eyes turn red.”

“Y-you really want this.”

“I do, Bobby,” she said quickly, coming back up to him, “don’t get me wrong…I’m hornier than all belief…and we’re going to empty your balls…but I-“

“I love you too, Delta.”

She smiled, happy at the intrusion of her own ramblings, “y-You do?”

“Yeah…”

She bit her lip, holding her hand out to the sigma, “show me your nest?”

“A-are you sure?”

“Yeah,” she said breathily, “I-I want you to show me your nest….our nest…and then I want you to make love to me in it.”

“O-okay!” he agreed, taking her hand so that he could lead her to his bedroom.

#artificial alpha #school days au #school days #college #a/b/o fic #a/b/o au #a/b/o #sigma robert pronge #robert pronge x reader #robert pronge #black reader #iceman #the iceman #mr freezy

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wiypt-writes · 3 years ago

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25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Day 17: Frostbite

Summary: When working your street corner, you’re picked up by the ice cream man…

Pairing: Mr Freezy (The Iceman) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+) drug use, prostitution…and lets face it, Robert Prongue is a crazy ass mofo… you’ve been warned…this ones dirty and dark lol

W/C: 1.8k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Day 16: Colin Shae (What’s Your Number?)

It was one of the dingiest bars in New York City, the kind that only bookers, drunks and drug fiends frequent. Where the brokest of Brooklyn grab their scotch, where those from the upper east side get their fix.

You gestured to the bar tender for another cheap whiskey, sliding your empty glass towards him.

Whilst his back was turned, you slipped a wad of crumpled notes to your right, and took the small foil wrapped square that came your way, the whole exchange over and done before your whiskey was refilled.

The refill slid in front of you and you downed it back, dropping a note on the bar top for the bartender. You took your fisted prize and stalked off to the bathroom.

What you didn't notice was the eye of a certain lengthy man watching you from the corner booth.

In the dirty bathroom you sorted yourself a line and snorted it quickly, wiping any residue from your nostril before you emerged, wrapping the rest for later.

It wasn’t enough to get you high, but just enough to keep you on the straight for the next few hours whilst you went to work. It was cold on those street corners, and the coke just took the edge off.

You wrapped your faux fur around you and headed out the back door towards your "office". You felt eyes on you, but then again, weren't they always in this part of town.

You tucked your neck into your collar and kept going, your stiletto knee high boots clicking on the wet sidewalk among the falling snow.

You nodded to a few of the other street workers, familiar faces and then you found your corner. Stacy, one of your new friends and “colleagues” wandered over to you.

“Watch out for a black Mercedes SUV. Real slick city guy driving it with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. Trudy took off with him last night and he broke her nose.”

You grimaced. Bruises and punches came with the territory, it’s why many of the girls had pimps, for protection. You, however, you preferred to stick to yourself, less complications. It’s why you took this particular corner. You stayed away from the “higher class” areas where the big money was. As long as you stayed off their patch, they left you alone.

“That rough.” You shook your head, “she okay?”

“Bruised and sore but give her a few days.”

"Nothing like the philanthropic play boy she had two years ago, huh?” you recalled Trudy telling you the tale. “He liked it weird."

“Yeah, he went all Richard Gere on her in the end didn’t he? Promised her a good life, house in the Hamptons, a closet of Jimmy Choos… she turned it down, crazy ass bitch.”

"You can't leave this life. No matter what the pay-out is."

“I hear ya, sister.” Stacy lit a cigarette and offered you one which you took.

You took a few drags, and it was then that Stacy nudged you and you turned to see an ice cream truck crawling up the back street towards you.

“Someone needs to tell him he’s in the wrong part of town to be selling kids ice cream.” You scoffed.

“Not to mention its fuckin freezing and half nine at night.”

Then the truck pulled over. A seedy looking man, with thin long hair, wide glasses and mutton chops looked at you and gave you a nod. You looked to Stacy and sighed.

"Might be the only one tonight in this weather." You commented before walking up to the order window in the middle of the side panel.

"How much for a single scoop, Mr Freezy," you read off the name from the panel.

He snorted and pushed his glasses up his thin nose. “Ain’t I supposed to be paying you?”

"Whatcha looking for, honey?" You asked, playing up your smile.

“A fuck.” He answered abruptly. “Straight up.”

"300 to start, you want anything else, price goes up."

“I got money, get in.” He gestured with his head. You glanced back at Stacy, raised your eyebrows and then headed round to the other side of the cab.

In you went, "what's your name, honey?"

"Bob. Yours?"

"You can call me anything you like. You tell me, what's my name?"

He glanced at you for a minute, his gaze straying to the slight flash of cleavage that was visible between the lapels of your coat. His eyes then flicked up to yours and his lips curled up into a smirk. “You look like a Y/N to me.”

You kept your face as straight as you could as he put the truck into gear and it idled slowly up the street.

It was a coincidence…

“Y/N it is.” You popped a shoulder, glad your voice sounded normal.

Bob drove the ice cream truck up a dark alley about five blocks from your corner.

“Is this where you tell me the back is kitted out with a nice bed?” You teased a little.

"Nah, I'm just gonna fuck you here, for say... another three?"

“Whatever floats your boat.”

“You kiss?” He asked and you looked at him, a little sideswiped by his question.

"I'll kiss you. I like a little beard burn."

With a scoff he leaned over, his lips pressing to yours in a surprisingly gently kiss.

He kissed you good, a way you oddly enjoyed. His lips felt warm against your skin. His calloused hands cupped your face as he adjusted his body to face yours.

As his teeth nibbled your bottom lip, you felt his hand slide down your top, his fingers squeezing your breast through your lace bra. Your fingers found the black leather belt and lifted it through the hook and buckle, nails railing against the white slacks.

He was thick, long, and bucked at your touch. You purred a little against his mouth. “Feel good, honey?"

“Enough sweet talking,” he growled as he pulled his face from yours, spitting on his hand. In a flash that hand was on his pants, fisting his cock and lubricating it as he pulled it out. “Sit on my dick, I ain’t got all night.”

You popped a shoulder and spit in your own hand, running the thick saliva over your folds. No panties in your job made a quick fuck easy and so as you touched yourself, you straddled his hips.

In a fluid motion you sank down on him, drawing a low, gutteral growl from his throat.

"Oh fuck you're thicker than I... Ahhh," you moaned as he thrusted upward into you.

"Feel good, honey?” He mimicked your earlier words as your hands gripped at his jacket, his moving from your hips to pull at the front of your dress. You heard the material tear, before the cups of your bra were pulled down.

He wreaked of cigarettes and booze, yet something sweet like vanilla or honey. That long hair really hid his features well, but those blue eyes, they lit your fire. The beard and chops burnt at your chest as he laved at your nipples.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t help the groan as his teeth gave a little nip, before he moved up to your neck. His lips latched onto your skin, sucking and you knew he’d leave a bruise.

“Fucking dirty, little whore,” his mouth was back to yours as he growled the words against your lips, “you love taking cock, huh?”

"Yeah, big cock too, your cock."

“Yeah, yeah it is.” He gave a violent thrust upwards, his hand dropping between your legs, and you felt his fingers as they ran along the point where you were joined. “I’m gonna make you cum because I can, and you’ll spend the rest of the night remembering me when you fuck the next pathetic sap that comes along."

"Oh fuck," you growled as he thrust and pinched your clit. You could feel the way his fingers slid around to your ass with his free hand. You held his shoulders and neck for balance as you rolled and bounced.

He continued to thumb between your folds with each thrust, his mouth back on your nipples and all of it combined was a dirty and delicious combination.

Your insides twisted and turned your high coming close and melting into your coke dream. Bob, Mr Freezy, some weirdo from Brooklyn no doubt was filling you, stuffing you and lighting your senses on fire.

“Say my name,” he growled, his fingers picking up their pace as did his hips, “say my name you slut.”

"Oh fuck, Bob, harder, fuck," it was no act, you were on the crest of an orgasm that you'd for once not given yourself.

He obliged, positively pounding up into you, his back slipping down a little in the chair as his feet planted on the floor of the truck.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes," you chanted as you came, his fingertips bruising into your thighs.

His hips continued, before he gave a loud groan and spilled himself inside you, his blunt nails digging into your soft flesh as he did so.

You fell forward, your forehead resting on his shoulder before you gave a hiss as he yanked your hair, forcing your neck back.

“Do you always let your clients fuck you bareback?” His lips hovered over yours.

“Only the ones I’m living with,” you smirked, before you kissed him, hard. "You're a smug bastard, you know that."

“Yeah, well, you better not be letting any of them fuck you any which way, that ain’t the plan.” He growled as you pulled away. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t, you know this. I let Stacy take her clients and then head back to the bar. Come back a bit later. She’s bought it so far, and, I think I got her trust. We can move tonight.”

“Oooh some fun over Christmas,” Bob grinned.

“You got the roofies?”

“Yup.” Bob fished in his pocket.

“Okay, I’ll get her back to the bar, slip one in her drink and bang. We can take her home.”

“How long you wanna keep this one for?”

“Well, as you pointed out, it is Christmas… few weeks, maybe?”

"I like new play things."

“Me too.” You grinned, kissing him again. “Variety is the spice of life.”

With another chuckle, Bob tapped your leg and you climbed off him, reaching for some tissues to clean yourself up.

A quick kiss later, Bob drove the truck back to your corner and you smiled as you saw Stacy.

“Perfect, I’ll get her straight to the bar, see you in there.”

As he stopped the truck you opened the door and started screaming abuse as you hopped down.

“Dumb bitch!” Robert growled and you flipped him off as you slammed the door.

“Woah, shit… you okay?” Stacy room in your ripped clothes and you shook your head, fake tears filling your eyes.

“He erm, he roughed me…roughed me up… I need a drink, and a hit.”

Stacy cocked her head before she nodded, “okay, let’s get a quick one and sort you out.”

She looped an arm round you and together you headed back to the bar and you allowed yourself a little smile.

Yup, she would do just fine.

🎄🎄🎄🎄

Day 18: Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

#wiypt25daysofchrismas #mr freezy #Robert prongue #mr freezy x reader #mr freezy x you #chris evans characters

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 4

Summary: Robert tells you his rules

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

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

Word Count: 3.3k

Series Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck?” The man calls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 4 years ago

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✨Tam's Masterlist✨

This is a strictly 18+ blog! - Minors Do Not Interact! -

Please be aware of the fact that I vastly indulge in writing dark!smut that's stuffed to the brim with various kinks, drug issues and violence at times. Browse this blog with care if any of that upsets you!

I have nothing against a good heap of heartwarming, fuzzy fluff from time to time, but when it comes to fanfiction I like to go crazy, because it's fiction.

With that in mind, I'd also like to point out that I do NOT support any kind of the dark themes, that I'm tackling, in real life just because I write about them. So please, please refrain yourself from coming at me. If my writing is not up your alley that's perfectly fine and I'll suggest you just move on.

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- Snuff Porn, Necrophilia -

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A03

Character written for so far:

Animal Kingdom:

Craig Cody

Deran Cody

Berry "Baz" Cody

MCU:

James Buchanan Barnes/TWS

Loki Laufeyson

The Moon Knight Boys

Others:

Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy - The Iceman

Jax Teller - Sons of Anarchy

Sheriff Lee Bodecker - TDATT

Duke Leto Atreides - Dune (2021)

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Jack Thurlow - Jack Goes Home

Kappa - Black Mirror 6

Roman Roy - Succession

Samuel Lafferty - Under The Banner Of Heaven

Elijah Kamski - Detroit: Become Human

Gavin Reed - Detroit: Become Human

Simon Walker - Hollyoaks

Edward "Ned" Low - Black Sails

Saroo Brierly - Lion

The Kid/Bobby - Monkey Man

Hugo Fraser-Tyrwhitt - The Riot Club

Father Ignatius - Lambs Of God

Masterlist-Navigation:

Animal Kingdom:

Abandoned Until Further Notice

Behind The Fence - Female!OFC x Craig Cody [A lot of smut, Kinky issues, some violence, 18+!] (aka my Animal Kingdom thirst party 😏)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 / Part 3.2

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 / Part 7.2 / Part 7.3

Part 8 / Part 8.2

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12 / Part 12.2

Part 13

Animal Kingdom Off-Story One-Shots:

One - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

A Little Reward - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

The Two Of You - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Numb - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Please Don't Say That You Love Me - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Forbidden Thoughts - Female!OFC × Craig Cody

In Waves - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Smoke On The Water- Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Moonlight - Female!OFC x Baz Blackwell / Michael Corvin (totally lost my chill)

Viking - Craig Cody x fem!Reader (Smut 18+, Shower Sex)

Nomis - Night Hunter:

Abandoned Until Further Notice

Cinnamon | A Night Hunter Story - Walter Marshall × Fran Carters (OFC) [ Angst, Fluff, Trauma Talk... you get the overall mood ]

Chapter 1 - Denial

Chapter 2 - Anger

Walter Marshall One-Shots:

The Sweater Thief - Walter Marshall x Reader [ fluffy Walter Marshall HC ]

Drunk Decisions - Walter Marshall x Reader [fluffy Walter Marshall HC]

Stairway To Heaven - Walter Marshall × Reader [loss of a pet, angst, hurt/comfort]

August Walker:

A Little Nap - Daddy!August x Reader [fluff]

One Of Those Days - Daddy!August x Reader [angsty fluff]

Spill The Drink - Daddy!August × Reader [mental illness, comforting daddy talk]

They Won't Know - August Walker × Reader [soft!smut, HC no one ever asked for]

A Love Letter From August x August Walker × Reader [Me sending in a fun ask]

Listen And Obey - Daddy!August x Reader [dirty, dirty smut (18+!), denial, male dom]

Not Enough - Daddy!August x little!Reader [angsty drabble, DDlg themed]

Not Enough Pt. 2 - Daddy!August × little!Reader [a bit angsty, August being August, tho]

Whole Lotta Love - August x Reader [Reader is having a little fun on a mission]

Geralt of Rivia:

The Monster They Wanted Him To Be - feral!Geralt x Reader [implied NonCon, primal hunter/prey, 18+!]

Steve Rogers:

Movie Night - Steve Rogers x Reader [SMUT, Daddy Kink, 18+!]

Movie Night II - Steve Rogers x Reader [More SmUt, More Daddy Kink, 18+!]

Paint It Red - nomad!Steve x Reader [Dark!, 18+!, blood play, self harm issues]

My Bucky List:

He Even Came With Instructions- The Winter Soldier x Dark!Female!Mob!Reader [Dark!Smut, DubCon/NonCon, FemDom]

Sleepless - Bucky Barnes × Reader [Smut, somnophilia, thigh riding, 18+!]

The Thing With Cats And Water - Bratty!Bucky Barnes x Reader [ Smutty Fluff 18+!, a bit of Mommy Kink, implied further smut ]

Lock And Key - sub!Bucky x dom!Reader [BDSM Fluff, 18!+]

Atonement - sub!Bucky x dom!Reader (Smut 18+!, spit kink, implied further smut)

Can't Run, Can't Hide - stalker!Bucky x Reader [gets gradually darker, 18+!]

Sleaze Dog - Rockstar!Bucky × Reader [18!+, alcohol abuse, angst]

Hold Me Close - sub!Bucky × dom!Reader [a lot of angst, non-sexual BDSM, choking]

His Asset:

His Asset- Dark!Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader [very dark smut, 18+!, a fic straight out of hell]

His Asset Part 2 - Dark!Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader [it's getting even darker, 18+!, force-feeding, very dark thoughts]

Moon Knight:

The Vegan In A Steakhouse - sub!Steven Grant × fem!Reader [public smut 18+!, gentle femdom, Steve being the puppy that he is]

Blood In The Sand - Marc Spector x mercenary!fem!Reader [desert porn 18+!, oral, mutual touching]

Te Amo- Jake Lockley × Sex Worker!Fem!Reader [implied smut 18+!, very angsty]

A Night At The Museum - Steven Grant x fem!Reader [teeth-rotting fluff]

Once Upon A December × Marc Spector / Steven Grant × fem!Reader [18+!, major hurt/comfort, angsty af]

Tears Of Love - Steven Grant × fem!Reader [just some comforting fluff]

The Wrath Of Set - Jake Lockley × fem!Reader [pitch black smut, 18+!, knife play]

Sheriff Lee Bodecker:

White Cotton - Daddy!Lee x Little!Reader [DDlg Smut 18+!, Daddy Kink, Oral, Pillow Riding]

Loki Laufeyson:

Fimbulvetr - Loki x Fem!Reader [substance abuse, self harm, 18+!]

Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy

Dirty Thoughts - Mr. Freezy x Reader [Filth, foul language, 18+!]

Sons of Anarchy:

Over And Over - Jax Teller x Reader [angsty, 18+!, pillow talk]

Others:

Odi Et Amo - Jacques LeGris x fem!Rader

What We Do In The Shadows Headcanon

WWDITS!Show-Characters x Reader [Just a conversation getting out of hand]

Dune

Blood, Sugar and Spice - Duke Leto Atreides x fem!Reader [A big pile of smut 18+!, period sex, oral, feral Duke Leto]

Stranger Things

Master Of Puppets - bestfriend!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (Friends To Lovers, Romantic Porn With Plot 18+!)

The Bear

Heard, Chef! - Carmen Berzatto × fem!Reader (jealous smut, 18+!, a bit angsty)

Succession

The Cage - Roman Roy x fem!Reader (Puppy Play, Straight Filth, Mommy Kink, 18+!)

Insomnia - Roman Roy x fem!Reader (Soft Smut, Nipple Play, 18+!)

Detroit: Become Human

Wonderland - Camboy!Eljiah Kamski x afab!Reader (Porn Addiction, Masturbation 18+!)

Petrichor - Gavin Reed x afab!Reader (Porn With Feelings, Morning Sex, Oral 18+!)

Golden Cage - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (PWP 18+!, Emotional Abuse, Mind Games)

Sunlight - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (PWP, 18+!, Soft, Oral, Edging)

Ctrl + Shift + L - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Online Stalking, Obsessive Behaviour)

Watch Me, Touch Me - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Voyeurism, Overstimulation)

Hollyoaks:

Call Me When You're Sober - Simon Walker x afab!Reader (Smut, Angst Gallore, 18+!)

fragile, but not like a flower. - Simon Walker x afab!Reader (Dead Dove 18+!, Heavy BDSM play)

Resident Evil: Village:

Hangover Cure - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Intoxication Kink, Daddy Kink, 18+!)

I Am Machine - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Piercing Play, Angst, Smut, 18+!)

Olive - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Blowjob, Dom/Sub, Aftercare)

Black Sails:

The Candlemaker - Edward "Ned" Low x afab!Reader (Dead Dove 18+!)

Everything Sam Reid:

Sam Reid Characters Masterlist

Dev Patel Movies:

The Price You Pay - The Kid x afab!Reader (Rough Smut, Angsty Feelings 18+!)

Children Of The Void - Saroo Brierly x afab!Reader (Emotional Constipation, Adoption, Loss)

What Else Ought There Be? - Sir Gawain x prostitute!afab!Reader (PWP, Oral Fixation, Angst 18+!)

Rory Culkin Characters:

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georgiapeach305132 · 3 years ago

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Pt. 4

Summary: Robert tells you his rules

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.3k

🍦Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11🍦BONUS Part 12🍦

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck?” The man calls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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spookiekewchie · 3 years ago

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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."

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