#mr freezy x female reader

[the-iceni-bitch]

Trust Me, I Can Handle Me a Dangerous Man…

Summary: Some things never change…

Relationship: Mr. Freezy (Bobby) x hitwoman!fem reader (kitten)

Words: ~2.7k

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected p in v, rough sex, edging, cock warming), murder, drug use, part of a dark-ish AU, NO MINORS 🔞

A/N: I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED A FIC AFTER SEVEN GODDAMN MONTHS!!! Now that the screaming is out of the way, hi y’all! I cannot guarantee that I’m going to be posting fics on a regular basis but I will say that I have a couple in the works that I actually feel are close to being finished soooooo, fingers crossed!

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You smiled to yourself as the light caught the ring on your finger, turning your hand back and forth and humming softly at the way it sparkled in the sunlight.

Then his hand tightened around your throat and he moved inside you and all you could do was whine.

“Jesus fucking Christ, kitten,” Bobby snarled in your ear when he felt you flutter around his cock as he cut off your air, slapping your tits and then your face a few times with his free hand until he was satisfied your were focused again. “Pay attention. Never would’ve put that fucking thing on your finger if I knew you were gonna get so damn distracted.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you purred when he pulled you even closer, grinding your ass in his lap while he fucked up into you. “‘Scuse me for enjoying being a newlywed.”

He just snorted before sinking his teeth into the side of your neck while his body kept rolling underneath yours. It’s not like he could deny there wasn’t something special about finally being able to call you his wife, to enjoy knowing that you belonged to him completely and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Not that anyone would ever try. He would fucking kill them if they did. Hell, he almost killed anyone who would even look at you, now. Nothing got him more worked up than growling at some idiot for looking at his wife and then fucking you like he owned you. God, he actually fucking loved you, in his fucked up, psychotic way.

You sighed when he licked the mark he had left on your neck, rocking your body against his and holding the rifle in your hands tightly as he kept his grip just firm enough for you to take shallow breaths. It was true, you were having a little trouble focusing, but you still got your fucking job done. You had to, since he had wanted to be inside you since pretty much right after you left City Hall two days go. Of course, you couldn’t really complain about that, not when his cock was throbbing inside you and his breath was hot against your neck. When he started sucking on your ear you grinned, turning your face so you could rub your cheek against his over your shoulder.

“Ah shit,” you saw movement through the scope out of the corner of your eye and huffed out a sharp breath, “That’s him. Keep your mouth to yourself for a damn minute.”

“Fine,” Bobby leaned back with a groan, watching you raise the gun to aim and fighting the urge to keep thrusting his hips, “Just hurry the fuck up.”

You ignored the brush of his fingers as he pushed up your skirt so he could grope your ass, taking deep breaths and doing your best to remain focused when he let out a grunt at the way your pussy looked when it was stretched wide around his dick. The idiot you had to kill was finally in your sights. He hadn’t stepped outside in two days and his blinds were always closed, paranoid bastard. But one call from his little girlfriend and he threw all that caution to the wind. What a fucking moron.

Two more breaths and you squeezed the trigger, the silenced gunshot swallowed by the noise of the city. The dumbass in your scope had barely hit the ground before Bobby grabbed the back of your neck and threw you to the floor. He didn’t waste any time before shoving his cock back inside you, grinning to himself when you moaned and spread your legs for him.

“That’s it, such a good fucking whore my wife is,” he grunted as he started to fuck you like an animal, his hips smacking against your ass lewdly, “Fuck, I’ll never get sick of this snatch of yours, so damn tight.”

“Such a sweet talker you are,” you arched your back so he could hit you even deeper, your eyes fluttering when he spread your cheeks and spat on your asshole, “Knew you just married me for my body.”

“Just keep talking, bitch,” Bobby started rubbing your rim with his thumb while he fucked you and almost lost it when it made you clench tighter around him, “Married you for that cunt mouth too.”

“Yes… oh fuck,” you dug your fingers into the carpet underneath you and bit your lip when he slid his thumb inside your ass, every muscle in your body starting to grow tight, “Fuck me harder, you stupid fucking bastard. Make me come.”

“Yeah, I’ll make you come, you dumb little slut,” he groaned and leaned over you so he could sink his teeth into your shoulder, growling against your skin when he felt both of your holes flutter around him, “Do it fast. I want to come inside your pretty little gash before the pigs show up.”

Even as you rolled your eyes you still whined when his balls rubbed against your clit, your legs trembling and your breath leaving you in sharp huffs as you came on his cock. As soon as he felt you squirt he drove into you to the hilt. His breath was hot against your skin while he grunted in his release, his dick pulsing inside you as he pumped you full of his thick cum. He kissed the mark he left on your neck and then he was gone, standing up and grinning at the sight of you sprawled out on the floor and leaking his seed.

You thought about sassing him for leaving you to clean yourself up, but then you heard sirens and you knew it was time to go. Bobby took care of disassembling the rifle once he got his jeans pulled back up. At least all you had to do was pull your dress back into place, admiring the bites and bruises he’d left all over your tits as you slid your arms back into your sleeves. Hopefully you looked appropriately love drunk and giddy, making sure the ring on your finger was prominent and beaming at him when he wound his arm around your waist and hefted the suitcase holding your rifle.

The lobby was full of cops, but you two looked like the happy newlyweds you were, so they had no reason to bother you. Or, you looked like a happy newlywed, Bobby looked like he was thinking about stabbing some of those cops until you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

“Fucking pigs,” Bobby practically spat the words as he shoved the suitcase into the trunk before climbing into the driver’s seat, “Make my goddamn skin crawl.”

“Well if you hadn’t insisted on fucking me we could’ve been out of there before they showed up,” you caught his hand by the wrist after he slapped you and bit his knuckle with a playful growl, “Don’t be so cranky, Bobby. I’ll let you finger fuck me while we drive back to the club.”

By the time you had made it back to the club you were a mess and he looked annoyingly pleased with himself. All you could do when he gave your sloppy cunt a few final smacks was whine and feebly try to push his hand away while he just chuckled at you. The only thing that brought you back to yourself was when he backhanded you across the face. As much as it made you want to stab him, you needed to maintain some semblance of professionalism when you were about to meet with the bosses. That didn’t stop you from ramming your fist into his gut once you had finally pulled yourself out of the car, his low snarl when you just started walking away while he stood there doubled over making your pussy start to clench all over again.

The club was empty except for staff since the sun was still up, all of whom chuckled under their breath when they saw Bobby stalking after you with pure murder etched on his face. Curtis grinned when he saw you approaching, shaking his head when Bobby caught up to you and grabbed you by the throat so he could whisper threats in your ear. You just rolled your eyes at your husband and gave Curtis a wink when he held the door to the bosses’ office open for you. Bobby shook a few times for good measure before he finally let you go, shoving you into the office and just barely resisting the urge to fling one of your knees over his elbow and hold you wide open while he took his annoyance out on your pretty little cunt.

“Holy fucking shit, you weren’t lying when you said you got hitched?!” Lloyd looked positively giddy with amusement when you pranced up and held out your hand to show him the ring. “I don’t know if I should be insulted you didn’t invite me or not.”

“Please, you wanted to come to city hall?” You ignored Bobby’s grumbling while you conversed with Lloyd, watching your husband sink into one of the office chairs then turning your attention back to your favorite boss. “It’s not like Bobby was going to throw a party.”

“That’s true. You have married a stick in the mud, my dear. Nick, Auggie!” Lloyd grinned at the other bosses when they strode into the office. “Congratulate our favorite psychos, they tied the knot!”

“Did they finish the job?” August grunted while Nick actually congratulated the two of you, ignoring Lloyd’s melodramatic eye roll.

“Sure fucking did,” You gave August a wink when he just shrugged at you. “Dropped that fucker right in the middle of Manhattan.”

“That’s why you’re the best,” Lloyd bent under the desk to grab the hefty envelope of cash, taking a little longer then usual and beaming even more when he also came up with a kilo of coke. “And a nice little bonus as congratulations on your nuptials. You know my little lady is going to want to actually throw you a party though?”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less,” you thumbed through the cash and turned back to your husband, sighing when he gave you a sour look. “Don’t worry, grumpy, you can stay home.”

He just huffed before the two of you started to head back out to the car, ignoring the well wishes of your bosses and choosing to let his eyes rake over your body. You had gotten significantly more social ever since the two of you joined the new organization, and he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it. Granted, the money was enough to make up for any chit chat he had to put up with, and he did get to fuck you in public a lot more. Plus, the drugs…

“Lemme taste that,” Bobby grabbed the brick and jabbed his knife into it, rubbing some of the powder onto his gums and sucking in a breath when he got a buzz right away. “Fuck, that’s good shit.”

“Gimme,” you giggled when he scooped some onto his pinky and offered it to you, humming after you took a bump and looking up at him with wide eyes. “Shit.”

“Yeah. Fuck it,” he shoved you into one of the VIP booths in the club and bent you over the table, flipping up your skirt and giving your ass a good smack before scooping more coke onto his blade. “We can have a quick party. Fucking hold still.”

You moaned when he started to tap out lines on the upper curve of your ass. It was so hard not to start trembling when he pulled shit like this, his warm breath on your skin and the fact that anyone could walk by and see you making your pussy start to get slick and hot right away. Bobby growled and dragged his stubborn cheek along the curve of your ass before giving you a firm bite, licking and kissing the mark he made on your skin before turning his focus to the lines of white powder and inhaling them greedily.

“Bobby…” you moaned and then froze when you felt him parting your cheeks with his calloused fingers. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

“Calm down… hey!” Bobby rose to his feet and grabbed the back of your neck when you tried to turn around and scratch him, slamming your head against the table twice as he took off his belt with one hand. “You’re the little bitch who cries about being too sensitive when you’re high, kitten. Thought I would help you out.”

“You fucking bastard!” It’s not like you could do anything except hiss and spit at him, kicking your legs when he looped his belt around your wrists and somehow managed to bind you to the legs at the opposite side of the table. “Bull shit you wanna help me!”

“Yeah well,” he chuckled and slapped your ass as hard as he could when you almost kicked him in the knee. “Maybe I just wanna see how wet my little wife’s pussy can get if she can’t come.”

You snarled and tried uselessly to squirm away from him when he started rubbing the cocaine all over your pussy and asshole. Even as high as you were, you wanted to scratch one of his eyes out for this. It wasn’t even enough to make you completely numb, just enough that you were going to be frustrated and right on the edge for the next hour. You could still feel his warm breath and the heavy weight of his tongue when he dragged it over your sex, but the delicious throbbing you typically felt in your clit when he sucked on it was gone, replaced by an annoying little buzz that made you grind your teeth.

“Still so goddamn sweet, you’re dripping, sweetheart,” Bobby pinched your clit and grinned when you rewarded him with a petulant growl. He was probably going to have to tie you up when he needed to sleep for the next week, unless he wanted to wake up to a knife in his leg. But fuck, it was worth it.

“I’m gonna rip your fucking tongue out,” your threats didn’t stop you from grinding back against his face, every muscle in your body tensing as you held your breath and tried to will yourself to come. But it didn’t happen. You could feel it right there but then it was gone. “Fuck!”

Bobby just hushed you and then bent back to work, burying his face in your supple cheeks and grunting as he wrapped his lips around your pussy and sucked. Every time you made one of your little dissatisfied sounds he just pinched your clit again, reminding you that he could and that nothing he might do to you right now would be able to make you come. He swore your pussy tasted even sweeter when he pissed you off like this, that it got even more swollen and hot than it did during his normal games with you. He loved it, so much so that he was seriously considering rubbing more coke all over your cunt once your sensitivity was back just so he could make you even angrier.

Four more times he brought you right up to the edge then just kept you there, chuckling into the swollen folds of your cunt each time you screamed in impotent rage. After an hour you were a panting, sweat-soaked mess of a woman, your body quivering with frustration and exhaustion. Even when he undid his belt from around your wrists you couldn’t move, snarling at him uselessly when he just gave your temple a condescending kiss. As soon as you could move you were going to stab him.

“I know that look, kitten, and I wouldn’t recommend it.” He gave your ass a hard swat before pulling your skirt back down to cover you. “I know your a hissy kitty right now, but I might have a treat planned for my little wife.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed at him, grumbling under your breath when he helped you stand and left his arm around your waist. “What kind of treat?”

“Oh, I dunno…” Bobby pinched your ass as the two of you made your way towards the club exit. “How do you feel about picking up a toy for the night?”

[georgiapeach30513]

Perfume on the Shelf

Summary: You told him he had one more chance to cheat, and you were done. Warning him there would be no second chances, but he didn’t listen. Couldn’t believe you. He definitely didn’t think you’d run into his partner’s arms. Jack was always waiting on you to wise up. And now he’s going to show you just how hard soft love can be.

Pairings: Jack O'Malley X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, drinking, cheating, unprotected sex, PIV sex, hard sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3K

Jack O'Malley Masterlist

You didn’t need to say anything or cause a scene. You saw him with another woman. Again. Again he disappointed you. Again he lied to you. Again he chose someone that wasn’t you. You gave him too many chances, and you’re not even sure if it’s because of love, fear, or just fucking stupidity that caused you to stay.

You take a sip of your whiskey. Letting the amber liquid burn down your throat, and give you something to think about besides the way he looked as he pushed into her. Her obnoxious pornstar sounds that echoed out into your home. Yes, he paid for it, but you still lived there. You loved it there, but he tainted it for the last time. It just wasn’t worth the loss of your dignity.

You give the bar a little tap, and the bartender gives you a pitiful look. “Just fucking pour me another round.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Absolutely not,” why the hell would you want to tell a stranger your problems? And what were you supposed to say? My boyfriend that’s a hitman for hire cheats on me all the fucking time, and thinks he should be allowed to that because his job is stressful, and he needs to fuck. Of course you have a perfectly viable pussy that he never complained about, but new pussy just feels different. And he thinks that is justifying his actions to you.

Asshole.

Robert wasn’t a terrible guy, but he was far from being great, or even good, especially in a relationship. You let him use you because you ‘love’ him. You scoff hearing that word in your mouth. While you loved him it was one sided, and you’re beginning to think you didn’t even love him at all. Maybe the idea of him, and that just makes you feel sick. What idea of him? The fact that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone that crosses you? Where have you heard that line before?

You are just as bad as him no matter how you want to think about it. You couldn’t justify how seeing him punish a man that has wronged you made you feel. How you watched him end the life of people for you — for your safety. You know you’re a sicko, but you also know you won’t be disrespected, and you at least are loyal. It wasn’t worth it.

Maybe the cheating throughout your relationship hardened you each time, so that when it was time to break free it didn’t hurt. What hurts is your ego and the fact he trampled all over it. Asshole. Big fucking dick asshole. You hate him, and hate it worse that you allowed him that amount of freedom with your heart.

Maybe shame is a better word to describe things. You just feel numb. Not the sense of relief you thought you would feel but…nothing at all. You tap your finger on the bar, hoping to get a refill soon. You lift the final drink to your mouth, but a thick and heavy hand lays on yours tapping the table and you look to your right. Annoyed that someone had the audacity to stop you, and you glare at the man.

“I think you’ve had enough. She’s had enough,” he says, waving at the bartender.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Jack. You can fuck off, too.”

“Yeah, he told me you hadn’t made it home. I told him you probably did.”

Your eyes downcast to the scratched wood. This bar is nowhere you would have ever found yourself any other time. You didn’t want to be found though. Robert would look at the high end hotel bars. you wanted to be left alone to lick your wounds and wait for him to get an assignment so you can pack up your shit, and leave for good.

“You knew?”

“Knew that he’s always fucking someone? Yeah. You’re the stupid woman that kept making excuses for him. The one that believed him when he said that he wouldn’t ever do it again, and it would last maybe a couple of weeks. Sex was real good at home, but then…like I said last time, he’s insatiable. It’s not you, it really is him. The man has no business being in a relationship. And I told you that. Or did you forget? You thought your pussy could cure his whoring ways,” you snort, your eyes go glossy as you look to the wall of liquor bottles.

Every time he cheated, Jack told you that you would be better off without him. That he wasn’t going to change, and he hadn’t. He was still a man that was going to fuck who he wanted to fuck. “That’s not all you said to me.”

“Oh yeah? And what else did I say, sweetheart?” His foot wraps around the leg of your stool, and he pulls you dangerously close to his own. Placing you right in between his thighs as he leans forward, “Go on, tell me what I said to you.”

“You know,” you whisper, your hand absentmindedly placing on his thigh. You move the hand up, and pull it back down. Looking at his thick leg, he places his fingers on your chin, lifting your gaze to him. Tsking you as he shakes his head. “You know what you said.”

“And I need you to refresh my memory. I easily forget.”

You lean in too close. Your mouth is right at his ear, and you place your lips over the shell, “You told me I could get under you, and you could help me forget him.”

“And what do you suppose I meant by that?” His breath on your neck sends a chill up your spine, and heat pools to your core. You feel like a bitch in heat with how bad you want him to make you forget. You didn’t love Robert, and had no intentions of returning, or even staying here. But something about your goodbye being with Jack’s cock fucking into you sounds delicious.

“I think you meant you want to fuck me,” leaning back you watch as Jack’s pupils expand. Blowing wide with dark pools of lust, and blocking out the crystal blue of his eyes. What both of you are proposing should be forbidden, but you weren’t loyal to any man anymore. You want him. You want him raw and unhinged.

“I think you want to hear what I sound like when I come on your cock. You want to fuck me so good and hard I forget everything I saw tonight. You want me to cry from pleasure instead of betrayal. You want me to be your little slut tonight, and have my cunt milk your cock dry.”

Jack doesn’t respond with words, he lays down a hundred dollar bill and picks you up, throwing you on his shoulder. His eyes roll in the back of his head when he feels your pussy throbbing with a need to be filled. A need to be punished. Carrying you out of the bar before walking down the street.

“Where are we going?” you ask, giggling because being upside down with some whiskey in your system is making you loopy.

“Uh uh, stay with me. We’re going to a hotel. It’s just a block away.”

“You mean that crummy old motel?”

“Eh,” he shrugs the best he can. “It’s the best option right now. Plus, I know what the best room of the place is. They keep it nice and clean for me. Just trust me,” you didn’t care about trust, you just want Jack to fuck you so you can say a big fuck you to Robert. You hoped that Jack bragged about it. Took a picture of it, hell, record it. You didn’t care. That part of you is no longer there. You want Robert to feel as low as you do, while you moan out another man’s name.

Get to feel blissful for once. You’re an adult, and you have imagined being under, over, beside, upside down, and whatever position this man could come up with, with Jack. The man is attractive, and he’s not been subtle in asking you, more like begging you. You are just now in the right state of mind to receive his kind of attention.

He slams open the door, and slings you on the bed immediately. His hands paw at your pants as he tries to remove your clothes while you look around the room. This is too nice here. It’s bigger than the normal room. “Take your shirt off,” he tells you breathlessly.

His lips attach to your legs, creating a trail of desire all the way up before his sinful mouth is kissing over your drenched panties. “What is this place?”

“It’s my home. Stop talking.”

“You live here?”

“Yes,” he sighs, leaning back on his haunches, and you sit up off the bed watching him. “And I’m apparently a little rusty. I’m pulling out all the stops for you, kissing you over that stupid piece of fabric that you call panties. Moaning at the way you taste, and you’re just worried about my damn hotel.”

“Your hotel?” You didn’t know this about Jack. He’s full of surprises.

“And I’m only mildly offended that you made that gross comment about my crummy hotel, but the fact you’re ignoring my pinky that is only slightly rubbing over you is offensive,” you genuinely smile at him. There’s more to Jack than meets the eye. He really wants you to enjoy this moment. Not just seek revenge on your lying boyfriend, but see him. Pay attention to him, even though you haven’t exactly ignored him.

There’s a true sadness over his face, and you pull off your shirt. Reaching behind you to your bra, “You’re not trying to talk yourself out of sleeping with me this time?” You shake your head no. A grin spreads over your face as you let your bra drop into your lap, and he slings it behind him quickly.

Lifting your ass you shake your hips back and forth, removing your panties, and spread your legs wide. Dipping your fingers into your warmth, and you bring them back out. Stretching them wide, and watching as Jack stares at the webbing of your slick coated your fingers.

“Get undressed, Jack,” he does so enthusiastically. Nearly tripping as he tries to rid himself of his clothes, and that glorious cock springs free. Beads of precum shine in the low lighting, and his member twitches with excitement. Kneeling on the bed, he crawls in between your thighs, and you cover your cunt with your hands.

“Oh, come on!” It’s more silly than serious, but he’s adorable being animated.

“First, tell me, is this a one time thing? Or are we going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on?”

“Sugar, I only want you for sex,” no he doesn’t. A man doesn’t chase after a woman for years just for sex. But you want him to admit it to you. It could be all there is, or it could be that he wants to sneak around some more. Your bet is on the latter.

“Sure you do.”

“I’m being honest,” he smiles as he starts to lift your hands away. Holding his cock at the base he runs his blunt tip through your folds. Collecting your arousal, and he dips lower. Pushing just the tip in before he pulls out. “This is just a one time thing. Understand?”

“Then you better fuck me hard and good, so I don’t forget.”

“I’ll fuck you so deep that your body will be mesmerized by me. Crave me for all of eternity, and ruin you for other men.”

“If it’s just a one time thing, why would you do that?” He doesn’t answer. He just crashes into your warmth. So fast that the world spins on another axis, and your body lurches up the bed. You yelp as his cock whispers against your cervix. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Jack settles into your warmth.

Giving your walls a chance to accommodate his thick girth, and your breathing to regulate again. “What was that you asked?”

“I said,” he pulls out of your pussy, crashing back in, balls deep. Jack’s sack bounces off your ass, and you forget what you were trying to convey. “I said that — oh my fuck!” He does this again. Stopping your line of thought every time. He is almost painfully deep, but your body pulls him closer. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arching your back.

You want to feel him through your entire body. “I think you were trying to say something?”

“Just fuck me!”

“As you wish,” he drags himself out of you, and starts to piston back in. A brutal pace, and you can’t think of anything else, but the pleasure. The absolute perfect way that this man melts into your body just like you are the perfect fit for him. The bed slams against the wall, and you still need more. Maybe it’s just Jack.

The thought of only getting this one time, and never again is appalling. You need this everyday. You need to receive him multiple times a day. Have him filling you up, but in a weird way, worshiping you. Petting around your face, and giving you the sweetest chaste kisses while he splits you in two. He is demolishing you from the inside out, and you want him to.

You want him to take all that he needs, just so you can thank him for his services. Thrusting into you so hard that you feel bruises being formed at the apex of your thighs. You could get used to this kind of treatment. The treatment that you are the only thing that could ever matter to him. And you are the only one that could make him feel this way.

“Jack! Jack! Jaaaaaacck!”

“I know. And you’re going to take everything that I give you. Whenever I give it to you, you’re going to take it, and you’re going to tell me thank you. Okay?” You nod your head, words barely able to form on your lips, and you take it all.

Every stab into your body, you take it. Every mark he nips onto your neck, you take it. Every sharp pinch to your nipples, you take it. You take everything with fervor. You will take whatever this man gives you. Every bit of it. You’re ruined for other men sexually, if only…

“I’m going to count to three, and we’re going to come together. One,” you pout up at him. Biting on your lip as your walls start to flutter around his wide cock. This is going too fast. If you only get one chance, he should make it last for hours.

“Two,” he softly wipes his thumb over your forehead, removing the sweat that beads along your skin, and you whimper out his name. He is the devil for being too good at this. You want more. More of him. Not just his body. But the buildup is too much. You want to come on his cock. You want to feel him come into you.

“Three,” his word is more like a grunt as your tight pussy clenches down around him. Holding him so tight that you hope you trap him inside until he gets hard again and the two of you die because you can’t stop fucking each other.

One more push into you, and you feel hot ribbons of his cum spurt deep inside of you, and you both mewl at the feeling of your juices mixing into the most beautiful form of arousal. Fusing together as one as you search his eyes. Please. Please let him tell you that one time is never enough. Be good enough that he wants to stay.

He whispers out your name while his breathing is labored, and choked. “I’m not good enough for you. And I’m not good enough to walk away from you either.”

“Good.”

“I need you to get dressed and walk away from me, and this life,” you twist your head to the side and study him. “You deserve a better life than this, and I need…”

“What do you want though?”

“For you to never go anywhere that I’m not. I’ve always wanted you, and you know that,” how could it be possible that you’re now the one that needs him in your life. Jack has tried for so long. Even before Robert became your poison of choice. Why did he stick around and wait for this moment for all that time?

“I want to do this again and again and again. I want you.”

And for the first time in so long, you want to do what you want, too. You want him. You hate this life. But you want him. You can’t go on pretending that this life doesn’t exist because he is all you want. For how long was anyone’s guess because you’re unsure when Jack is who you wanted, and yet you denied him because you were with Robert. But you are tired of pretending, and tired of fighting.

“I’m sorry I tried to make you jealous,” and there it is. The man is finally apologizing after all these years. Games and more stupid games. Games that had real life consequences. Games that made you both take such different paths in life. “I love you.”

“Ehh, we’re not doing that now. I’m sorry I had to make you jealous for making me jealous. And then I got caught in Robert’s web. No more games.”

“None,” he’s tired of the games and chasing as well. Now he just wants to chase you to the bed.

“Just you and me?”

“And the devil makes three,” and that’s how you like it. Equal partners. For now until you each take your last dying breath. Just you. And him. And the devil makes three…

Masterlist

@tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @peaches1958 @seitmai

@smile1318 @andydrysdalerogers @cjand10 @midnightramyeoncravings @kmc1989

@pandaxnienke @donutloverxo @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @bambamwolf87 @rogersbarber

[eccentricallygothic]

Wrote this in the uni library during a class break today because @bigtreefest gave me Robert fever right after I woke up this morning 😭 (to be fair, her post was fairly innocent but I am not)

Pairing: Dark!Robert Prongue | Naive!You.

Warning(s): Noncon (no smut), Robert Pronge, choking, kidnapping, size kink, fear kink, strength (?) kink, pet names, possessiveness, allusions to consensual sex, age gap (reader is in her 20’s, Rob is late 30’s). MDNI.

You hurriedly ran the hairbrush through your hair as you plucked your clothing articles off the ground and hurriedly put them on your still damp body. A string of curses left you when you bent down to look for a missing shoe and the bristles tangled with one of your locks and upon your insistent pushing bounced out of your hand and landed against the wardrobe door with a thud.  

Though you had your back to the large form sprawled across the bed, you felt it stir before a deep little grunt sounded in the dark morning air of the room. 

Choosing to abandon the hairbrush, you collected your hair in the best ponytail you could manage at the moment, locating the shoe under a chest of drawers before wrapping the hair tie that was looped around your wrist onto your coil of hair. 

“Doll?” You heard Robert's husky morning voice question in confusion as he sat up, the weight of his heavy body causing for the old bed to creek with each movement. 

“Hey” you shot him an awkward smile as you finished dressing up and ran a hand down your day old outfit to smooth it down. 

“Where are you going?” Contrary to idealistic expectations, your first time with Robert was not followed by a whole day dedicated to cuddling, kissing, showering and relaxing together. No. You lived in the real world and people had to go back to work no matter what had happened the day before. In your case, it was school. 

“School” you responded, distracted by tidying up your academic clatter that littered the little makeshift study table -that he had arranged just for you- and disposing of it in your backpack.  

“And leaving me?” You scoffed out a chuckle, taking his words for a cheesy joke.

Because how could something so absurd be spoken seriously? 

… Right?

“Oh, yeah, about that…” You pretended to be awkward as you ‘thought’ of an excuse by swaying left and right while packing your bag. “Yeah, sorry… but that was it” you didn't notice how his dark eyebrows furrowed as he sat up straighter now, clearly offended by your playful words. 

In your mind, they could not be mistaken, since you had been seeing Robert and hanging out with him -although always in secluded places or your homes- for a while now. Besides, you thought he knew you weren't the one night stand kind of girl. Rather, you were the straight A clumsy goody two shoes if your ‘friends’ were to describe you. 

“That’s not how it works” you jumped when he spoke next because he did so right in your ear. 

“Robert! You scared me!” You finished the collecting of yourself into the semblance of a functioning individual of society before you rotated on your heels to look up at him, eyes wide from how he had surprised you. 

Robert looked handsome, in spite of the scowl marring his agreeable features. Even with his wavy hair all messy from a whole night's worth of tousling, regardless of how your fingers had tugged at and played with it just a few hours prior, despite how scarcely you could really see his face due to the barely parted curtains and how rudely he glared at you, your heart skipped a beat. 

He was genuinely the most good looking man you had ever seen. 

“No.”

So what if he was a little rough around the edges? 

He tried, and not many people you knew were like that.

His efforts could never be lost on you. 

“Don't be silly, Rob” you stood on your tippy toes to capture his lips in a quick peck. “I'll see you— ow!” You let out a series of giggles when his bigger hands suddenly flew out to lunge at your sides before his stern fingers roughly groped them. “Rob!” 

“You're not leaving” the finality in his stubborn words caused for a hot little nervous knot to form deep in your chest. You tried to mask it with a smile that you could literally feel was crooked because of the reaction that his sudden, unfriendly growl had on your body.

Okay, maybe Robert had always intimidated you. 

Just a little, though. 

“I am just going to school, Rob. I'll be back” you weren't too experienced with people but you felt sure this was not the way. 

“No need for all that silly business now that you're mine” your eyebrows raised in both amusement and surprise as you felt your face heat up. Although, it wasn't a blush that coloured your cheeks crimson but rather a much darker feeling of rising dread. 

Blood rushed to your ears. “Rob—”

“Come on,” he almost pleaded, as if you were prompting him towards something he didn't want to go through with. “You saw how I took care of you last night, doll. You don't need any of that stuff anymore… just me” moisture formed in your fists that had subconsciously made their way to his hard chest which his hands were trying to integrate with yours from how they pressed your body into his. “Don't do this, please.” You thought you heard emotion crack his voice. 

“Rob, it's… I—” You had to take a couple shaky breaths to steady yourself whilst you stumbled over your false starts. “I- It's just school, I'll be back before you know it” even if you did not have an important quiz today, which you did, you weren't sure fulfilling his wish was something you would have done anyway. “Rob, please—” you winced, wrists jittering with the force you were putting into trying to push his beastly form away. “Let me—” but he would not let you finish your sentence.

He could not.

For your words would be too devastating and cruel. 

Sure to be spoken with a callousness later greatly regrettable, you would learn.

“It's okay, doll, just relax” his fingers ceased the kneading of the flesh on your hips and abandoned their territory to ascend. “I've got you now, just breathe” ironically, his serpentine fingers that had completed their maneuver up your sides by the time his utterance had reached its end began to coil around your throat at the same time. Your eyes bulged out of their sockets as the horrifying realization of what he was doing dawned upon you. 

Oh, no. 

Not Robert of all people. 

Your smaller fingers tried to claw and pry at his tyrannical ones but what strength does a lamb hold against a wolf? The lack of air in your lungs caused them to painfully flutter to find relief, the nerves on your forehead bulged from the pressure in your blood, moisture weighed down the lines of your lashes and the palpitations of your pulse thundered under the fists he had formed around your throat. 

You couldn't tell how much time had passed during your pathetic excuse of a struggle. It felt like an eternity by the time your eyes began to droop, but in that last moment when you let out a broken sigh, it seemed like you had  only been granted a few fleeting seconds to possibly mend your plight. Before your weary mind could decide whether to curse your incompetence or take a more sympathetic stance towards yourself, everything faded into a hopeless void, and you became a weightless hollow vaguely held together by a fragile thread that you could feel only faintly.

[cottagecheese1]

Knocking on the devils door

Summary: When you come back from college for summer break, the last thing you expected was to have a stepdad.

Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader

Warnings - not really smut but close enough, robert is a weirdo

College was fun. Well, except juggling classes and doing work wasn't all that fun, but other than that, you enjoyed it. Before you left home, you and your mom got into this huge argument about how you shouldn't go to college and just stay in your hometown and find a rich husband to take care of you, so you can become a housewife like her.

You have always been an independent person, but your mom never really understood that. Every time you would bring up getting a job or going to college, she would refuse, and ask you why you wouldn't just get a husband.

Then again, you do keep in mind that she is your mother and always has been, so you hoped that if you put this little hardship behind you, your mom would understand and also do the same.

You pulled into the driveway and took a quick gander at your childhood home. Nothing has changed even before you left, but what you did notice was an ice cream truck parked right in front of you. How strange.

As soon as you get out of your car, you smooth your shirt out. Taking in a deep breath, and walking up to the front door, knocking with your left hand while you hold your bag in the other. After waiting for a good two minutes, you raised your hand to knock once again until a tall man with long hair and a scruffy mustache answered the door.

"Listen, kid, I don't wanna buy any girl scout cookies"

He had a white T shirt on with glasses, as much as you would hate to admit it. He was a handsome man. The feeling of your tongue being caught in the back of your own throat wasn't really the most convenient.

"Um, no, sir, I'm looking for my mom? M/n?"

He looked me up and down, but before he could answer again, a high-pitched voice that was highly recognizable came quickly to the front door.

"Oh, Y/n, I'm so glad you're here! You should have called before you came! I missed you so much, sweetheart please come inside!"

To say that you were surprised was an understatement. Being welcomed into open arms by your mother after what happened really surprised you. After you came inside, and looked around at the same pictures, same radio, same dusty bookshelf that has been here since your childhood, you quickly realized there was nothing visibly different. Nothing special.

When your mother led you inside, the tall man behind you followed, "Sit down, I was just making spaghetti for tonight!" Your mother spoke joyfully. You sat quietly, waiting for someone to make conversation so you wouldn't have to.

"So, I see you met Robert, don’t worry sweetheart he may look a little intimidating, but he's not all that bad, " your mom said as she gave a heartfelt giggle. You gave a small smile and turned to look at him, you didn’t get to observe his features until now, you swear he could feel your gaze burning in the back off his head because he shifted his head around and made eye contact with you. His icy blue eyes, and scruffy facial hair made you feel some sort of way, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it..almost a little creeped out. Pulling you out of your train of thoughts was your mother, she gave a frustrated sigh, "Dammit! I forgot the pasta sauce, I'll have to run down to the store... you two don't go anywhere, and I'll be right back".

You giggled and gave a quick ‘ok’ while she grabbed her purse and walked through the front door. After your mom left, it was extremely awkward when you just sat there silently while Robert seductively eyed you up and down.

"So, you go to college?"

Giving him a quick nod, you start to speak. "Yea, sports medicine...did you marry my mom?"

He chuckled and made his way over to the fridge to grab a beer, "Yeah, so I guess that makes me your daddy, right?" He said as he took a swing of the bitter liquid. Feeling your cheeks go red, you gave an awkward laugh.

“Um, yeah I guess so, if that’s the way you think of it.” Robert cracked his beer open, and walked over to the seat beside you to sit down. Fiddling with your fingers nervously, trying to come up with a question or some kind of excuse to make this situation less awkward.

Robert reached over, and tucked the stray piece of hair behind your ear softly, “Do I make you nervous angel?” You gave a embarrassed smile, and attempted to make some space between him and you, because for some reason it felt like he was to close to you. To comfortable for just meeting you the first time.

“Not at all, why would you say that?” He then managed to get closer to you right after you said that, giving you a unsatisfied hum, he grabbed your chin softly while making you look at him, “Because you are. You don’t need to lie to your daddy angel” After he said that you pushed his hand off your face with a wide eyed look while getting up out of your seat, “Are you fucking crazy? I’m going to tell my mom.” He laughed getting up and striding over to you, never until now have you realized how much bigger he was then you, probably a lot stronger also.

Pushing you up against the kitchen wall, he grabbed your face roughly. “Your mother would never believe you, and even if she did it’s either you or me. After that little disagreement you two had about not settling down and getting a husband, not to mention you also not wanting to stay in this shit hole of a town made your mother really upset. I’ve stayed with that hag for four years, and you wouldn’t wanna ruin your relationship with her even more would you angel?”

That was your breaking point. You broke out in sobs while burying your face in Roberts shirt, “Aw, angel face..daddy didn’t mean to make you cry, let me see that pretty face sweetheart.” You looked up at him with defeat, “what do you want from me..” Robert smiled and wiped the falling tears from your cheeks, “right now I want you to be my good girl, and to look me in my eyes when I fuck you with my fat cock. I want you to beg for daddy’s dick angel.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, “no..”

All the somewhat warmth and softness that might’ve been in him disappeared at that moment, “So you want your mother to think your a whore and tried to force yourself on me? Hm?” You froze, thinking of all the things your mother has done for you, and then her going to think for a minute you tried to have sex with this man. Robert exhaled while putting his head on your forehead, “How about I give you twenty spanks for being a brat, and another ten because you’re not being a good girl, then we can start over and you can actually start being my good girl. How bout it angel?”

You looked at him angrily, “NO.” Robert raised his hand, giving you a warning smack on your cheek. “If you say no again you’ll be choking on my dick to.” There was a pregnant pause in the air for a moment before he spoke again, “if your mother gets home before we get started, it will be much much worse tonight.” With that you sighed and gave a quiet ‘alright’.

Kissing your forehead softly before following with a ‘good girl’. Pulling you in the living room, and sitting on the couch before tugging you over his lap.

Pulling your pants down, leaving you in your panties for a moment, “so pretty angel, you wear these panties for anyone else, hm?” Giving him a soft ‘no’ he gave a satisfied hum, tugging your panties down your ankles, and giving your ass a teasing smack. “Count.”

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Smack after smack went down painfully on your ass, at this point you were sobbing while counting, “twenty-five..” you just wanted it to be over, “twenty-seven..” your ass is bright red and hurts like shit, “your doing so good for daddy angel, just three more.” You gave him a whine, “twenty-nine..” you think the last one hurt the most because somehow you started crying even harder, “t-thirty…” Robert rubbed your ass soothingly, and put you on his lap. All you could do was hug him, and being in such a vulnerable state, you didn’t really care that you were clinging onto him with such urgency, “Aw, daddy’s sorry angel but you had to learn one way or another didn’t you sweet pea?” All you did was whine and bury your face in the crook of his neck, you can’t describe it, but he smelled good, “daddy..”

Robert smiled finally getting you wrapped around his finger, “did you learn your lesson?” With a burning red ass and no more fight in your body all you could do was nod your head yes.

Robert leaned down to grab your pants, accepting your answer as it is, “we need to get you cleaned up angel, we don’t need your mom finding you in such a humiliating mess honey..would hate to explain this to her wouldn’t you?” Nodding your head, and letting him wrap his arms around you. Maybe this isn’t to bad.

A/n: This isn’t usually like any of my other fic’s but I enjoyed writing it. I know it’s been a minute but I’m trying to go through my drafts at the moment!

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Super dark!reader having naked Robert and Lloyd on a leash. They have to be on all fours when she walks somewhere and have to sit next to her (also on the floor) when she is having a meeting😏 she loves to humiliate them and loves to punish them

Oh my goodness, its been forever since we talked about Robert Pronge 💀 I went soft for this, I can't help it, I'm a softie!

The bruises on his knees were constant. The ache and tenderness in his joints never went away, you made sure of that. Thankfully, the blue, purple, and yellow marks only decorated his legs; you'd been in a kind mood these last few weeks, and he wanted to keep you like that.

Even now, as you sit in a meeting with one of your arms supplier from the West coast, you idly play with his hair. Hell, you even gave him a blanket to keep the icy bite of your office at bay— you in the best fucking mood on the planet. It was terrifying Robert.

You sat cross-legged in your leather chair at the head of the mahogany meeting table, your attention half on Martinez and half on your little pet at your feet. The statistics were mind-numbing, figures you already read in his report this morning, the meeting only being a formality, a show of respect to you. Martinez, thankfully, was just about done, he could tell you didnt want to be here any longer than necessary.

"That just about covers it, Ma'am. Any other details that I've missed should be in the report I sent this morning, but I'd be happy to go over them again if you'd like me t—"

"No need for that, Martinez, your report was very thorough," you calmly interrupt, still threading your fingers through Bobby's soft locks, your good mood was even scaring Martinez, "you may go now. Give my best to your wife, will you?"

"Yes, of course, Ma'am," he nodded with a well practiced professional smile. "Goodnight."

You don't watch Martinez as he makes his exit, instead keeping your eyes on Bobby, who's eyes were trained on the floor, like you taught him. His favorite dark blue blanket was wrapped around his waist, cushioning his knees. You though about giving him a pillow but you knew that he'd like the blanket more today. With a sigh, you gently turn Robert to face you with a finger on his chin.

"You've been so good for me, pet," you whisper and hold his chin in your hand, your thumb stroking his cheek. Robert was nearly a puddle from the praise alone, but the gentle touches were sending him deep into the headspace only you could put him in. You grin when you see his eyes glaze over. God, he was so fucking easy to control. "You like being good, don't you, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," he agrees immediately, his voice dreamy and desperate— absolutely pathetic, "I love being good."

"I know you do, baby," you coo and lean down to kiss his forehead, a reward. When you pull back, Bobby's hands are gripping the blanket over his thighs firmly to keep to himself, ever the good boy. What catches your eye is the growing tent beneath the navy blue blanket. "Aw, Bobby, are you hard?"

He nods as his face flushes with a combination of embarrassment and desire. He can barely remember a time when you calling him 'pet' didn't get him harder than a fucking rock, but he knows he wasn't always like this. The thought doesn't linger for long when you tug his leather leash to bring him closer to you, your lips barely touching as you speak.

"Shall I take care of that for you, pet?"

How can he refuse?

[sparkledfirecracker]

Life of Runes

One: Ace of Hearts

Pairing: Viking Freezy x Female Reader, Curtis Everett x Female Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: You’re forced to marry the community leader while your heart belongs to another. Word count: 2284 Chapter warnings: dark content, 18+ ONLY, explicit language, explicit sexual content, forced marriage, non-con, forced penetration, breeding kink?, use of alcohol, mention of swords (not used for violence), pining? (is that even a warning), Mr. Freezy. < if I missed a warning, feel free to let me know.

* The vows for the marriage ritual was found on google, it’s not mine and I do not claim those vows to be mine. All credit to the rightful owner/writer/author/priest.

A/N: MINORS DNI! My first series in 6 years. This series will contain violent and dark elements throughout and poor reader will be pulled through the ringer as the story progresses. Not all facts are historically correct, it’s fiction after all. It’s a story that has been on my mind for a while and decided to write to get rid of some anger a while back. A massive, massive thank you to wonderful and amazing @wakingbeauty​ for being an amazing cheerleader on this.

This is not Beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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It was a whimsical free feeling running through the barley fields. Your hands gently touched the dried tops. Your hair blowing in the wind as you twirled in the field wishing the wind would take you.

Your head jerked into the direction of the horns blown. Glancing over at the church as the bells chanted from the tower, you were late and there wasn’t any time to get changed.

Today was the day all females of ripe age would be presented. Your community leader had yet to pick another wife since having encountered a third loss. You remembered the excitement from your parents. The joy that echoed through the small wooden shack when they heard the knock on the door. Ecstatic that finally you were chosen for such a grand opportunity to climb the ladder towards hierarchy.

The loose strands hanging from your once neat braid. Your skin glossed with a thin layer of sweat from the heat of the sun and free spirited run through the fields.

Your blood danced to the beating of the drums. Your feet bouncing along to the rhythm slowing your pace from the run back to the small village you had called home ever since you were born.

Making your way towards the collective gathered crowds, pushing your way through it. Noticing the close line of females dressed in white. As they passed, you joined the line and eased in with the ritual dance.

The set up stage nearing as you circled around to the beat. The drum line and flutes taking their place in front of it leaving a pathway leading up to the doors of the home from the man in charge.

All fifteen of you were given a flower necklace, each flower representing the houses you had once been divided in.

New England asters represented the house of the warlords. The house of the man that held your heart, he looked tortured and wounded. His soul bruised as he’d fought the many battles to protect your community.

Blanket flowers represented your house, the various shades of red, yellow, orange, or peach stood for healing, growth and free spirited love.

Plains coreopsis represented his house the elite. None of the females out of his house were presented in this gathering. Nor were they ever seen mingling among the lower class.

The beating of the drums picked up and you fidgeted in your spot. Observing your feet as you tried to straighten out your dress. Your eyes shot up when the drums suddenly applied single loud bangs.

The doors of the large villa opened and you recognized the face of the supreme military leader stepping out. Curtis Everett. Followed by a man who you couldn’t see yet, no-one had ever seen any of the elite leaders. They marched out with large confident steps.

The nerves overtook as you tried not to show too much curiosity for the man behind him. The idea had thrilled you of what he looked like, only having heard so much about him. It had left you guessing and dreaming of the long curly hair, the beard snuggling his face and fantasizing about his possible soft character.

You weren’t prepared for the moment Curtis stepped aside when the drums stopped. The evil grin that was plastered on his face. The way his eyes raked over all your bodies, instantly making you feel engrossed.

The silence was deafening, no-one saying a word. Shallow breaths from the close bystanders being the only sound piercing your ears. He stepped forward climbing the small steps.

He glanced over every female as he slowly took in their features, coming to a halt in front of you. His fingers raked your cheek making you shudder.

“So pure.” His voice was low, you stilled at the unwanted compliment and the touch to your cheek, watching his hand fall from your face.

He toyed with the flowers in his hand. Gently caressing the leaves of the blanket flower. Your heart skipped a beat and hoping for dear life he was going to pass and move on to one of the others in the line-up.

For a moment he paced again before returning in front of you and holding up the flower in his hand. Cheers erupted from the crowds and the beating of the drums eluted all hesitation for a split second.

You could feel the relief from the others in line and felt their pity looks without even looking around. Your emotions bubbled to the surface quickly, realization hitting you that life as you knew it was over.

He held out his hand, waiting a split second for you to grab a hold of it. When you didn’t, he forcefully grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward into his side wrapping his arm around you holding you close. His grip digging into your flesh uncomfortably as you tried to hold it together.

The drums were hit at a quick pace accompanied by the low hums of the festive committee. Chants from the on watching mass throwing white flowers for prosperity, love and fertility as you passed.

Your gut twisted at the thought of having to sleep with the dark force that had claimed you. Your feet reluctantly stepped along to his set speed. The wooden arch came to sight quicker and faster as you approached the pagan priest holding a large horn in one hand.

As per tradition a brother stood right by the vicar holding two swords. One would be presented to you, an exchange and transfer of protection to both your families uniting. Your sister standing on the other side holding the cups of bridal ale for when you tied the knot.

As the ceremony took place you drowned out your sorrows, taking in the new life that would be your new forever home. Your free spirit being killed within a month after the wedding. Being watched by others as you were bred and a child being forced upon you.

You were jostled back to reality when your body shifted sideways at the unforgiving pull. Looking down at the rope being wrapped around your wrists. The handfasting ritual that would literally tie your lives and hearts together for eternity. A public declaration for your union as with every knot you spoke ‘we do’.

* Now we are bound one to the other

With a tie not easy to break.

Take the time of binding

Before the final vows are made

To learn what we need to know –

To grow in wisdom and love.

That our marriage will be strong

That our love will last In this life and beyond.

You looked into the darkened orbs of your now husband, the light blue ring still sparkling, before you both spoke your final “we do”.

The priest motioned for your sister to come forward, handing you each a cup containing the amber coloured liquid. You linked your free arms as you drank from the bitter good, letting the light pine aroma tingle your taste buds.

The late day turned into night, the villagers drunk on the provided mead and bellies full from the feast. As the hours progressed the more nervous you got. Your heartbeat stopped when the whistles of the boned out flutes rippled through the air.

You could’ve sworn you heard a high chant from spirit as it took a deep ringing in your ear. Causing your anxiety to rise further as you were enclosed in a small circle. The chants of well wishes mixed with the rhythmic beating of the drums while the fiddle kept its cheery tune.

You looked over your shoulder seeing the six chosen ones lined at the door. Your heart sinking down further as your heart longed for another. Another that stood in that line. Another that was going to watch you be taken and claimed by a different man who you had to call your husband now.

You had no choice in this matter, you’d seen the way he looked at you when you stood on the podium earlier today. The pain written all over it, the torture awaiting and the look as if he already knew you’d be the chosen one. That was the only way you could justify it now.

The inappropriate gropes from your newly husband made you feel uncomfortable as you were ushered towards the longhouse of the elite. A house that you would have to start to call home. A house that would keep your secrets. A house that would make your heart weep as time progressed.

The tears welled up in your eyes with one last look towards your family and small community of people you’d called home ever since you were born. The comfort and safety ending when the doors would eventually close behind you.

As you passed taking in the looks of the people who’d be watching you get bred, you couldn’t unsee his. The last one made your heart sink further in your chest. The wounded look of displeasure written across his features. The look that burned your soul, the look that made you want to scream, the look that made you want to run up to him and beg for his forgiveness.

“I wanted to feast on you before even tying those fucking knots.” Your husband spoke.

You couldn’t form a response to the statement. He reached for your dress, but you took a step away. Your reluctance only seemed to excite him as his grin grew larger. Something evil is what you sensed coming from him and it was only confirmed when he grabbed your arm harshly.

“Don’t be difficult with me, you’ll end up begging for me by the end of it,” he growled as his facial features darkened with glee, “or you might end up like one of my previous wives.”

“I’m sorry...sorry.” You stuttered as a tear slipped down your cheek. Swallowing hard while he loosened the strings that held your dress together at the front. Your breast falling from the tight strap in, eyes squeezing shut while taking in a deep breath letting your head fall.

“Look at me.” He barked, when you didn’t move he forced your head up, roughly kissing your lips making you wince at the forceful impact.

You heard the heavy sigh in the room, you knew it wasn’t your husband, you knew it was him. Your dress falling from your frame, pooling at your ankles. Your arms and hands folded over your body in embarrassment as you felt your cheeks burn.

You winced at the tight grip on the back of your neck. “Don’t hide from me.” Forcefully removing the clutch you held yourself with. “I’m warning you.”

“Pronge, no need to threaten her.” Your eyes snapped into the direction of the sound. The broad man standing tall, ready to intervene.

“Are you telling me how to treat my wife?” Pronge pointed a finger into his direction. All he did was shake his head and spare himself a further scold. “Great, now I’m agitated and need a release. Good thing I��ve got an inexperienced tight cunt to fuck.”

The anger in his voice scared you even more for what was to come. This man wasn’t what you had dreamed about. He wasn’t the kind soul you had wished upon, he wasn’t like you had imagined him and he surely wasn’t a leader that spoke authority by just looking at him.

He backed you up, your knees buckling as it hit the wooden frame. He didn’t seem to care about the other people in the room. He didn’t seem to care for your comfort as he pulled your legs apart settling between them.

Opening the flap of his pants, his cock springing free from being restrained. His long hair falling in front of his face as he leaned in. Lining himself up and punching inside your hole with a single rut. All air leaving your body without a single moment given to adjust to him forcefully pounding inside of you, no time getting used to the wide stretch.

Your head fell to the side avoiding Pronge’s gaze. Instead you found him, the pained look made your heart ache and before you knew it your hand reached out for him only to be caught by the vicious male you had to call your husband.

The pleasure not building fast enough, the raw strokes of his cock scraping your walls roughly. It wasn’t comfortable and you knew Pronge had caught on, but couldn’t care for your well-being as his hips bucked up into you while you winced from the discomfort.

He didn’t care for your pain nor your pleasure, he only was in it for his own fix. His angered grinds slowly made the tears drop from your eyes.

Your walls contracted around his cock. The small trickles of blood mixing with your arousal from the excruciating impact. His white ropes painting your channel as he released his spend, dropping on top of you.

You laid there frozen and unable to move, taking in your surroundings. Your pulsing core throbbing from not having finished. The approved looks of the 5 chosen ones watching as they watched you being bred. It made you sick to your stomach, knowing you hadn’t been a part of this choice.

You tried to avoid eye contact with the sixth member, but failed when you found him looking towards a wall. His back faced you as he probably turned away, too hurtful to stay and watch your life being claimed by another.

The apologetic words gently repeated itself in your head in the hopes your husband wouldn’t notice that with time your heart belonged to another man.

I’m sorry Curtis.

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next month’s rent (2) ✧ robert pronge

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pairing: landlord!robert pronge x fem!reader

summary: after coming to a rent agreement with your landlord, you find yourself bending to his will until you were his perfect slut.

word count: 2,161

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, dubcon, i think this counts as free use?, rimjob/ass eating, anal play, male masturbation, cum eating, degradation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, name calling (bitch, whore, slut, cumdump, cockslut), spitting in mouth, spanking, cockwarming, not proofread

sequel to “this month’s rent”

You buried your face in your pillow, trying to force yourself back to sleep. Even though your dreams had turned to nightmares ever since Robert changed your rent agreement, it was far kinder than the horror movie you were now living in. Robert had taken great pleasure in bending you to his will, forcing you to be his perfect little cockslut. The minute he got home from...whatever it was he did, he was buried in you, making you milk him until he was satisfied. 

He was rarely satisfied. 

You had long since quit your jobs. That had been Robert’s doing. He said he didn’t even need to rent out his basement to you in the first place. Only did it to get the perfect bitch to breed, he said. Once you’d resigned to doing whatever he wished, he made you quit your two jobs and kept you locked up in the house. Sometimes he let you out, when he was playing the part of the neighborhood ice cream man. Those days, you were handcuffed to the freezers in the back, where the patrons couldn’t see, so that he could use your holes whenever he so chose. Most days, though, you were locked up in the house, forced to be ready and willing when he got home. 

He’d gotten rid of most of your clothes. Burned them all once you quit your jobs. “Don’t need clothes with I got planned for ya, toots,” he’d sneered the day he got rid of them, watching as you slipped on a slutty maid outfit he’d picked out for you. He always picked out your clothes, had them laid out before you even woke up. But you could hardly call them clothes. Most days, it was skimpy costumes or the most revealing lingerie sets he could find. 

You finally forced your eyes open, letting out a quiet sigh. You needed to get up. Robert expected the house to be in order by the time he gets home, and you don’t know what sort of mess he left behind. You pushed yourself out of bed, looking at what he laid out. Fuck, this was perhaps the most revealing thing he’d gotten for you. It was a red open cup bra that had straps that were attached to a collar, compete with a matching red and gold stud thong. (x) 

After dressing yourself, you journeyed upstairs and started to complete the daily chores. Today wasn’t a bad day. Just laundry (where you pretended that the blood stains was ice cream stains), the dishes, and some light dusting. Plus, you had to make yourself lunch. But you waited on fixing dinner. Robert always liked to get a head start on eating dessert while you were cooking, so you always waited to get started until after he got home. He got real mad when you had dinner ready for him early, said you spoiled his appetite. You didn’t leave the basement for a week after that, not until he was satisfied that you’d learned your lesson. You shuddered at the memory, trying to force it back down. There wasn’t time to think about stuff like that. You just needed to make sure he was happy, that you played the happy little submissive role he wanted you to be.

Before you knew it, it was the evening and you heard him pulling into the driveway. As you heard him unlocking the front door, you got in the position you were familiar with: standing a few feet from the door, hands clasped behind your back, waiting patiently for him to give you your orders. This was the worst part of the day, having to play whatever role he wanted. 

“Honey, I’m home!” he sang, slamming the door behind him. His eyes raked over you as he let out a low whistle.

“Do I look pretty, daddy?” you asked, pushing your chest out more, watching as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Think this is my favorite one you got for me. Really, really like it.”

“Shit, you look so good I could eat ya,” he said, looking away long enough to focus on unbuckling his belt.

“Would rather take care of you, daddy,” you said, smiling softly. “Can I, daddy? Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all day.”

“That so? My little cumdump that eager to take care of me?” he smirked. “Got the perfect idea for ya.”

He walked over to the living room, kicking his shoes off and tossing his pants off, before sitting down on the couch. He motioned for you to get in front of him, so you sank to your knees, waiting for further instruction. Robert sank a little into the couch, spreading his legs and propping his feet up on the coffee table behind you so that you were caged between his legs. 

“Eat my ass,” he said.

You blinked, an unsettling feeling washing over you. He’d never asked you to do that before. How...What were you supposed to do? Was it like when he had you play with his balls? Just with...ugh, you didn’t want to think about it. 

“Go ahead, eat my ass,” he said, reaching out and pushing your head down. Bile rose up in your throat as you steadied yourself, your tongue flattening as you licked at the puckered hole. “Go on, get in there. Don’t be shy. We both know you’re a big fuckin’ slut. Shiiit, that’s how you do it.”

You tried to distance yourself from what you were doing the best you could. You weren’t eating his ass. You were...Fuck, you didn’t know. There was no safe space to go to like this. This wasn’t like when he was fucking you and you could pretend that you had a loving boyfriend that was taking you apart bit by bit. No, there was no denying the reality of this situation. 

Above you, he stroked himself, groaning as your tongue prodded at his hole. An idea struck you, something he would probably like, which meant you could get this done sooner. Slowly, you pulled away, smiling softly at him, as you asked, “Daddy, would you like me to finger your ass?”

“Shit, yeah, you do that, bitch,” he groaned. “Get you finger nice and wet.”

You popped your finger in your mouth, soaking it with your saliva, before going back down, lapping at the puckered hole again, pressing your finger against it until it finally pushed through. God, you felt disgusting as you pushed your finger in and out, curling and uncurling it. But, his pleasure over your comfort, right? You didn’t want to think about what would happen if you made him unhappy.

“Fuck, ‘boutta come,” he said, a loud sigh falling out of his mouth. “Get back up here.”

You pulled away, still trying to swallow your disgust, peering up at him. The hand he wasn’t stroking himself with grabbed at the back of your head, holding you just where he wanted you. 

“Catch,” he groaned, thick white ropes spurting out, landing across the bridge of your nose, dripping down your cheek. You opened your mouth, trying to catch the last of it. He always came so much, you could barely understand it. 

When it finally stopped, you brought a finger (not the one you’d been using before) up to your face, collecting the cum, before popping it in your mouth, making a big point to moan as loudly as you could mange. 

“Yeah, you like daddy’s cum, don’tcha, ya fuckin’ slut?”

You nodded, finishing off eating the last of his cum. You smiled up at him, asking, “What would you like me to do next, daddy?”

“Oh, I got a perfect plan for ya,” he said, his hand leaving the back of your head, going to clutch at your jaw. He leaned over, his hot breath fanning over your face, his hand clenching around your jaw. “Open up, bitch.”

You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, trying not to cringe as a glob of spit landed on your tongue. Slowly, you swallowed, before batting your eyelashes up at him. “Can you do that again, daddy?”

You hated the way he smirked and chuckled, but you also knew he always went easier on you when you played into whatever desires he had. He pulled you up so you were straddling him, his already hardening cock pressing against you, pulling your mouth down close to his. “’Course I can, you dumb fuckin’ slut.”

You barely had time to open your mouth again before he was puckering his lips again and he was spitting on you. “Thank you, daddy,” you said as you swallowed. 

“Now what’s my little whore want?” he asked. It was almost affectionate, almost made you forget what he made you into, what he forced you to be. 

You cocked your head to the side for a moment, thinking. This almost felt like a trick question, like he expected you to have a specific answer. You knew with the position he pulling you into that he expected you to ride him. But that was too obvious, wasn’t it? What did he—oh. As you watched as his hand left your jaw, trailing down to your breast, you realized what he wanted. You bit your lip as seductively as you could manage, letting your finger tips graze your side as you went up to your breasts, pushing them together and leaning forward so they were more in his face. In your sultriest voice, you said, “Your titties want some attention, daddy.”

He liked it when you called your body parts his. 

“Is that so?” he asked, swatting your hands away so that he could freely grope you. When you hummed a quiet mhm, he said, “Then I’ll give ‘em all the attention they deserve.”

“Thank you daddy,” you said. “Your pussy is also lonely. Can you fill her up while you play with your titties?”

“Damn right I can fill my pussy up,” he grunted, one hand leaving your breasts to grasp his cock, lining the tip up with your entrance. As he thrusted upwards, he said, “Gonna fill her up so good she’ll be fuckin’ weepin’ for her daddy.”

You gasped as he brushed up against your cervix, stars flooding your vision. “Thank you daddy,” you cried, your head falling back as his mouth attached to one of your nipples. 

This, this was one of those moments you could drift away, imagine a better life for yourself. Maybe you were the housewife of some semi-wealthy man. He probably worked at a bank, probably high up. The president of the bank, maybe? Did banks have presidents, or was it CEO or something? But, anyways, that’s why you didn’t work, because he wanted you taking care of the house ‘cause he always worked so hard to provide for you and it was the least you could do for him. And when he’d come home, he’d bring flowers and shower you with kisses and—

“That’s it, my little cockslut, takin’ me so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, his hand slapping your ass with a harsh crack!

You gasped, your hands flying out to grip his shoulders. Shit, no, go back to the nice daydream. Yeah, okay, you and your husband would sit down and eat dinner, and he’d tell you about his day. And when you finished dinner, after you did the dishes, you’d go to the living room, where he’d be watching the news and drinking a cold beer, you settle on his lap, pressing sloppy kisses along his jaw and his hand would wander and—

Fuck! Did he just bite your nipple? 

“Shit, daddy, think I’m gonna come,” you cried. “Please, can I come? Been so good!”

“Yeah, you can fuckin’ come,” Robert grunted, his hips snapping against yours, his hand slapping at your ass again. “God, you’re fuckin’ milkin’ me right now. Might just fuck a baby into ya. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya? Wanna carry your daddy’s baby? Be his good little cumdump, pop out as many brats as I want?”

“Yes, daddy, whatever you want,” you cried as your orgasm washed over you, falling against Robert’s chest as he finished himself off in you, rutting into you until he was satisfied. You caught your breath, before whispering, “Thank you, daddy. You take such good care of your pussy.”

“Damn right I do,” he said, his hands wandering down to your ass and giving it a squeeze. “Now keep your daddy warm, ‘kay?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Think this counts as your next month’s rent, don’tcha?” he chuckled. Your breath hitched as you felt one of his fingers prod at your asshole. “Or maybe I should get a little more action, huh? Make sure all of your holes are well used for payment?”

“Whatever you want, daddy,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut, thankful that he couldn’t see your face. “Just wanna make you happy.”

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Hi my love! Saw your Smut Dialogue post and wanted to request! can i please have #93 with either Evans or one of his characters? you choose please! love you!! 😍🥰😘

MEL!!!! Thank you so much for this request, i love it. For me, this screamed Mr Freezy. I hope that’s okay. Also love you too🥺🥰

A/N: Lil message for everyone that has requested recently, i will get around to all of you, it just might take a while and i do apologise for the long wait, hopefully it’ll be worth it.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad or Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Prompt #93: “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while i’m between your legs”

Pairing: Mr Freezy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dub-Con oral, hair pulling, age gap (reader is 21 in this), swearing, slight daddy kink if you squint, vaginal fingering and a death threat. 18+ as always, you know the drill.

Word Count: 2,472

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @imissyourbattlecries go check them out💕

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

As you sit there, hands and legs tied, mouth covered with tape. You can almost swear that you see the end. This is it... this is how you die. 

In the back of some ice cream truck with no one but Mr Freezy to blame.

And now you’re starting to realise that calling him Mr Freezy is silly. But it’s only because you don’t know his real name.

God knows how much more time passes by before the truck doors swing open to reveal your captor. Smarter attire adorns his slim figure and his hair is tied back.

Not how he’s ever appeared to you before. No, usually he looks a lot scruffier. Clearly he’s made an effort today, could you be the reason why?

“Oh good, you’re awake” he chirps, stepping into the truck and slamming the doors shut behind him “now the real fun can begin” he rubs his hands together in excitement, the action only makes you shiver with the worst kind of anticipation. 

What does he have in store for you?

You mumble away, your mouth not moving an inch behind this tape but he hears your cries. He stands, towering above you, legs either side of your scared frame before dropping to his knees.

He grabs your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks whilst pointing with his other index finger “if i take this off, you better not fucking scream or i swear i’ll kill you, got it?”

The way you nod almost instantly, body trembling with fear has a smug smile plastering his face. He gets off on this.. sick bastard.

Once the tape is removed, you open your mouth. But not to scream.

“Why me? Why am i here?” your voice laced with the fear that he can smell on you. But that only spurs him on, if you really thought he’d stop once you showed just how scared you are then you were a fool.

“Why not you?” he retorts, hand still gripping your face but the grip isn’t as tight “see, the way i think of it is you should feel flattered. An older man like myself being interested in a pretty young thing like you” 

The tone in his voice, he seems too calm. Doesn’t he feel bad?

“Are you going to kill me?” the words that you never thought you’d speak yet here you are.

“I’ll spare you the brutal and agonising death if you do a couple things for me princess”

“And what makes you think that i’d do anything for you after how you’ve acted? What is wrong with you?” the snap in your voice, you’re beyond outraged with him. He always appeared so kind to you in the weeks leading up to this moment. Maybe this was why he was so nice, he wanted to suss you out, get close enough for you to trust him and then attack.

“Evidently a lot” he quips proudly with a sinister chuckle following before his hand moves from your face, dancing down your neck and eventually reaching your breasts.

The shirt you have on, showing just the right amount of cleavage for him to feast his hungry eyes on. He can hardly contain himself, biting his lip as a situation forms in his pants. 

You notice immediately. Your own eyes looking down to see his penis growing harder by the second and for some bizarre reason, you feel strangely turned on but still intimidated nonetheless.

“Omg” you feign disgust, trying your best to move back but you can’t, it’s a dead end.

“Now now princess, anyone would think you’d never seen a real cock before” 

“Huh? Did the cat get your tongue?”

Silence before you shake your head. He can most likely smell your inexperience.

“Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, i promise” even your best bargaining voice won’t cut it, he doesn’t seem like he’s budging.

“You really think your the first stuck up bitch to try and trick me? I admire your efforts sweetness but that’ll be a no” 

Fuck. 

“What are you going to do to me?” 

He doesn’t answer, just leans in, his breath that reeks of cigarettes fans your face and soon enough his lips touch your cheek. A chaste kiss is pressed and you flinch.

“What’s wrong sweetness, not enjoying this?” his low and raspy chuckle has your eyes widening.

There it is, that evil laugh again. He is totally getting off on your discomfort and it’s sickening. But why is there a pool starting to develop in your cotton panties? You’ll never know.

“Okay. What about this?”

His lips lower to your neck and more than just a peck is placed as his lips press numerous open mouthed kisses to your skin, finding your sweet spot so easily and before you can stop it, a soft and breathy moan escapes. You feel betrayed by your own body. Why does this have to feel so good? Why does HE have to make you feel so good?

“There she is, the girl i knew you were. You enjoying this sweetness?” his kisses get sloppier as he makes his way to your collarbone, nipping ever so slightly to add to the build up. The build up for what exactly? You have no idea.

“Take it off” he instructs, pulling away and tugging at your shirt

“What? No. No way” you insist, trying your best to slam your ground but he shoots you a look that if the possibility was there, it would burn you to ashes. A fist punches at the cupboard door at the side of your head, scaring you even more and now it’s abundantly clear, he isn’t to be messed with.

So you do exactly as you’re told. You don’t want to anger him by making him tell you again. Once it’s off, you fold your arms across your body in shame of how you look but he soon yanks them away.

“No need to feel ashamed sweetness. Take it all off, bra first” he smiles and in this moment as you reach behind to unclasp your bra, you swear you can see a nice side to him. He soon cancels it out though, hurrying the process up by taking the bra off for you and discarding it behind him. You then make quick work of your leggings, tugging them down your legs to which he finishes the job before taking your panties off for you in seconds.

And now your naked body is exposed for him to have his filthy way with.

“Please, don’t hurt me. Let me go” pathetic attempt number 2 and he’s no less stubborn as he was a few minutes ago. If he wants you then he’s going to get you, no matter what.

You belong to him now. Just like all of the other girls he’s done this to.

“Again sweetness, you can’t fool me. I can smell your arousal from here, bet if i spread these legs i’d find...” he pauses, slotting his knee between them, spreading them and now your arousal is on show “oh and what do we have here, looks like a soaking wet cunt to me, now try and tell me you don’t want this” you look away out of embarrassment.

Your body really has betrayed you today.

“Mhm, almost looks good enough to eat” 

Did he just say what you think he said?

Most likely. But you’ve never had a guy eat you out and you most certainly don’t want the first time being with him.

His hands graze over your body before he tugs you closer by your legs. His hands wrap around your thighs once he lowers his face so he can slowly kiss the inside of them, making you squirm in his arms. Partly from trying to escape.

“Someone’s needy huh?” he mocks

However, he’s right though, you need it so desperately but to beg him for anything would be the worst thing you could ever do, so instead you watch him work at your inner thighs, nearing closer to your sex as you wriggle and writhe like crazy.

He’s so close yet so far and you can almost taste the pleasure when his mouth shocks you by attacking your folds with his tongue. 

At first you try to pull away, trying your best to act like you don’t want it. But he just holds onto you harder, devouring you like an animal.

“Stop fucking moving” he growls as he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, biting a little too to get you to listen.

“If you don’t want me to move then maybe that’s a sign that you should leave me alone” you scoff, irritated yet all the more aroused.

“And what if i don’t want to? Huh, you gonna hurt me? Don’t threaten me with a good time sweetness”

His tongue movements have you so agonisingly close to letting go, he’s working you out like he already knows all of your weak spots.

But you can’t let him just take what he wants, thinking that you’re easy. Which is how you’ll feel once you let that guard down. Once you allow yourself to enjoy this.

His eyes meet yours and you watch him go to work on you like you’re his final meal before death and boy is it a meal he’s enjoying.

Your stubbornness is swallowing you little by little and you feel so close to seeing stars. Fingers delve into your wetness, circling your tight hole before 3 are added one by one. Time is left in between each to give you room to adjust, how chivalrous of him.

All 3 drag along your walls, curling as they press against that spongy spot within you, your done for if he keeps this up and he’ll know you’re enjoying it. 

The finger to tongue game ratio has your back starting to arch, your head scraping along the cupboards behind you and the handle digging into your now fully arched back.

“Come on sweetness, let go for me. I know you want this too”

Hips buck up into his mouth as all control ceases to exist inside of you. Now all that’s left is a huge need to cum. Your hands reach down to where his head rests and your delicate fingers find their way into his long brown locks. You start to tug on them a little which makes him hiss from pleasure, since this man totally strikes you as someone with a high pain tolerance.

The noises he’s eliciting from you are sinful to say the least, loud and borderline pornographic which earn you grunts of appreciation from him.

“Fuck, just like that. Squeeze these fingers”

and

“Such a tight fucking cunt”

So you do exactly that, sweat droplets forming on your head as the knot in your stomach tightens. You already know that there’s no going back now, what’s done is done and an earth shattering orgasm is about to consume you.

Fingers grip tighter onto the roots of his hair “oh god, fuck. I’m gonna cum” you mewl frantically.

And before you can even stop it, his fingers pick up, getting quicker and his plump pink lips wrap around your clit, sucking like his life depends on it and flicking his tongue over it occasionally.

“Need that cum sweetness, give it to me” his words of encouragement suddenly have the atmosphere changing, your body feels heavy, the knot feels just about ready to break apart and this space in the back of his ice cream truck feels even smaller than it was previously.

In a cloudy haze of sexual desire, you pull so hard on his hair that he glares at you as he goes to town on your body.

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hur-” you scramble to apologise, feeling awful for hurting a man that had no qualms in hurting you this morning when he took you but he just cuts you off.

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while i’m between your legs” 

So you let yourself tug again, making sure to not let up or loosen your grip and as you feel yourself getting closer, you use his hair and your moans to signal that to him whilst grinding your hips on his face in time with his tongue movements.

With one more suck to your clit, you come on a silent cry, he removes his fingers from your warm walls, replacing them with his tongue. You feel your clit pulsating under his thumb and you start to clench around nothing as your cum drips from your tiny hole and lands onto his tongue for him to swallow.

“S’sweet princess, s’fucking sweet” his final words before his face moves until it’s inches from yours.

He lowers his head, capturing your lips in a heated and bruising kiss, leaving you no choice but to pull him close. Arms wrap around his neck loosely as his tongue slips past your lips and into your mouth. You can taste yourself and that alone is enough to have you keening for more from him with your hands groping his bulge but he soon settles you down.

“Patience sweetness, patience. You gotta return the favour first”

Your brows furrow in confusion before he eventually explains.

“What? You didn’t seriously think i’d go down on you and then fuck you did you? I only did it to loosen you up. Now you’re gonna get on those knees like a good girl and suck this cock” he starts, undoing his belt then his pants before pushing them down, along with his boxers, releasing his cock for you “because, if you don’t sweetness, i’ll have to make you and we wouldn’t wanna ruin this good behaviour of yours, would we?” 

You shake your head again, moving to a kneeling position and taking his huge size into your small hand, pumping him a couple times before opening your mouth ready. He gathers your hair in his hands, lifting it up out of your face and tugging ever so slightly.

“Now it’s my turn to pull on your hair sweetness so don’t you hesitate, it’s time to show daddy what you got”

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Poison Paradise AU: Bobby and Kitten

Last Updated: 08/13/2024

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!reader

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

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

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 110

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Chrome & Leather - Chapter 1 - (Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​​​

Wild Ride - (Billy x Reader) - @agentwhiskeysdarlin​​

Surprise Breakfast - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger​​

First Day of School - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger​​

Shot Down - @writercole​​

A harmless Taxi ride - (Stony x Reader) - @ironlady1993​

Hope to God You See My Face - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch​​

Interference - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817​

Chubby Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight​​

Sam Wilson & Matt Murdock Roommates - @1000night​

Sunday Snuggles - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Welcome to Paradise - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Forever, you will be mines - (The Darkling x Reader) - @princessofdarkwinter​

Through the mirrorverse 4 - @ironlady1993

Constant - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @navybrat817

A Taste of Submission - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Recovery - (Bradshaw x Reader) - @writercole​

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Infinity - (Bucky x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming​

nomad!steve is filthy and so are you - @christywantspizza​

Hospital Visits, Anxiety and McDonalds - (Stucky x Reader) - @jackthemarvelfinatic​

ICU, I love you. - (Stucky x Reader) - @lfnr-blog-blog-blog​

Daddy's best friend (3) - (Ari x Reader) - @holylulusworld​

You're No Bun - (Rooster x Reader) - @writercole​

Aahp (2) - New territories - @holylulusworld​

Wasn't looking for love till I found you - @madscape​

Drunk Or Baby? - (Andy x Reader) - @fictional-affairs​

Riding On - Chp 28 Part 2 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes​

Miss Velvet - Chp 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @missvelvetsstuff

Girlfriend boyfriend, Girlfriend boyfriend - Part 6 - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Sunrise - Part 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

Delicate Edges - Part 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

The Agony of Desire - Part 4 - (Billy x Reader) - @becauseicantthinkwritings

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And another one for day 3 as they’ve all been so short.

Onward with reading 🙂

A pinprick.

Deep enough for your eyes to flutter open, dread sinking in at the darkness that consumes you. 

What a way to start and suck me into a story.

The click of the lighter gets your attention, the glow of the flame mesmerizing you before it lights a cigarette, the hover of the orange and red moving before you hear his voice.

Love this description, also gives me an uneasy feeling and made me squirm in my seat.

“N-No,” you whisper, a billowy line of smoke appearing in the dark. “It was a mistake.”

What was a mistake? 👀, I’m so on edge, I want to jump out of my own skin.

“That was years ago,” you whisper, trying to keep from crying. “Before I… before the accident.”

What accident?

Eyeing the chains in his hands, you shake your head rapidly.

😬 let’s be brave together. We got this, Robert Pronge has got nothing on us.

“Gotta get these off of you,” Robert says, the blade pricking against your skin, blood pooling to the surface as you suck in a breath.

Do we really though?

“Still don’t wanna talk?”

We do, but we don’t. You’re being rather scary Mr. Pronge.

“Fine,” he seethes, the chains rattling in his hand as he places them on you, sizzling as you shout in pain, your fangs sliding down.

WAIT, SHE’S A VAMP? I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING.

“Bitten and turned,” he answers for you. “Like I thought.”

OF COURSE HE’S MAD, OH MY GOSH.

The knife pulls at your panties, Robert leaning down to watch the cuts disappear from your skin.

He’s so dark and I love it 🥰

The cold blade taps at your clit, the fabric ripping away.

EXCUSE YOU SYNTH! THAT’S ONE WAY TO MAKE ONE GASP.

“I remove the chains, you give me want I want. What we both want. Deal?”

That’s a done deal and he knows it, she knows it, everyone knows it.

“You need to eat,” you greet him, looking over your shoulder. “I know a place.”

SUCH A TWISTY FAIRYTALE.

SYNTH THIS WAS WONDERFUL AND SUCH A ROAD TO BE ON. Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece ♥️

life line

day two of kinktober.

chains/knifeplay

Robert Pronge x Female Reader

Word Count: 500

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of knife play, blood, language, dub-con, blood and a twist!

A pinprick.

Deep enough for your eyes to flutter open, dread sinking in at the darkness that consumes you. 

Another night of despair.

The click of the lighter gets your attention, the glow of the flame mesmerizing you before it lights a cigarette, the hover of the orange and red moving before you hear his voice.

“You came back and didn’t tell me.”

Another pinprick, this time twisting down into your shirt, circling the material as it twirls under the knife.

“What an unexpected surprise.”

“N-No,” you whisper, a billowy line of smoke appearing in the dark. “It was a mistake.”

“And on our anniversary,” he reminds you, your shirt unfurling around the knife before it’s tapped against your cheek. “Or did you forget?”

“That was years ago,” you whisper, trying to keep from crying. “Before I… before the accident.”

The blade turns, scraping against your cheek, your gasp echoing in the darkness.

“What accident? The one you never came back from? The one your parents refuse to talk about?”

At your silence, the blade goes to your neck.

“R-Robert,” you plea. “Please.”

Eyeing the chains in his hands, you shake your head rapidly.

“Tell me the truth.”

He hovers over you, the knife twirling in his hand. 

“Gotta get these off of you,” Robert says, the blade pricking against your skin, blood pooling to the surface as you suck in a breath.

A slice of the knife opens your shirt, exposing your bra. His eyes shine at the sight, your fingers curling into fists.

“Still don’t wanna talk?”

The knife slides against your skin, a quick cut making you hiss in pain, more blood pooling to the surface.

“Fine,” he seethes, the chains rattling in his hand as he places them on you, sizzling as you shout in pain, your fangs sliding down.

Robert clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he taps the blade against your cheek.

“I knew it.”

Another rip tears through the air, your skirt falling in slips onto the ground, the chains placed on your body as you shout in pain again.

“Bitten and turned,” he answers for you. “Like I thought.”

“Why?” you hiss.

“We’ll stay here all night until I drink enough from you to turn.”

“That’s…” you gasp, another chain on your throat. “N-Not how it works.”

The knife pulls at your panties, Robert leaning down to watch the cuts disappear from your skin.

“Impressive, sweetheart.”

The cold blade taps at your clit, the fabric ripping away.

“You’re hungry,” Robert observes, your eyes meeting his. “Gonna eat me? I know you want to. See?”

He cuts his wrist, letting the blood drop into your mouth as you lap it up, eyes unmoving from him.

“I remove the chains, you give me want I want. What we both want. Deal?”

-

Robert’s eyes open at the sight of you, your smile dark as he follows, his fangs sharp.

“You need to eat,” you greet him, looking over your shoulder. “I know a place.”

[littlelioncub43]

Horny thought with basement husband robert pronge

His arms tied behind him as y/n starts sucking his cock after she helped him clean up as a reward while she suck his cock y/n pulls out a mini vibrating toy and puts it on high in betwen bobbys nut . He moans loudly while his owner sucks him off but now with added stimulant fuckkk hes fucking addicted to this now he begs for the touch he gets out of surprise she sticks the vibrating stick up his ass and lets out a moan that sounds like a bitch in heat y/n sucks him till he cums and jerks him off with an endless amount of over stimulation on his ass and cock . Later she rides his cock moans praising him in a sweet degrading manner like she always do . Bobby cant help being an addicted slut at this point and as always at the end y/n makes him lick her cunt clean and gets him to eat his own cum he hated it at first found it the hard way if he didnt comply . Now is a horny mutt who pleases his mstress , his wife

Hnnnnnng 🥴🥴🥴🥴 yes. You dropped a whole drabble in my inbox and I love it

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Mr. Freezy Masterlist

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I do not consent to have my work copied, reposted or translated on any other platform. Reposts on any given platform have been reposted without my permission or consent. By reading this, you agree that you are at least 18 years old!!! 

Mr. Freezy x Female Reader

Series: 

Life of Runes - Chapter one: Ace of Hearts*

Summary: You’re forced to marry the community leader while your heart belongs to another. Rating: explicit Chapter warnings: dark content, 18+ ONLY, explicit language, explicit sexual content, forced marriage, non-con, forced penetration, breeding kink?, use of alcohol, mention of swords (not used for violence), pining? (is that even a warning), Mr. Freezy. < if I missed a warning, feel free to let me know.

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this month’s rent (1) ✧ robert pronge

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pairing: landlord!robert pronge x fem!reader

summary: when you can’t get enough money for your rent, your landlord finds another way for you to pay.

word count: 2,425

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, dubcon, innocent reader, name calling (bitch, slut, whore), making a sex tape, manipulation, tit fucking, face fucking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, implied somnophilia, daddy kink, degradation, not proofread

next month’s rent (sequel)

You should’ve known better than to ask your landlord for an extension on your rent. You should’ve figured out some other way to make some quick cash. Dipped into the little savings you had, take on a third job. Something, anything. You should’ve never gone to him. But...You weren’t sure. Your momma always said you were too naïve, saw too much of the good in people. Oh, if she could see you now, living with this man, knelt on your bed in just your bra and panties—ones he’d picked out. Went straight to your wardrobe, plucked ‘em out without even looking, and ordered you to change into them. God, how often had he raided your panty drawer to know exactly where you’d get your most provocative lingerie? 

“Come on, smile for the camera,” he said, zooming the lens in on your face. 

Reluctantly, you smiled, showing off your teeth, batting your eyelashes at the camera, praying that it was to his satisfaction. 

You should’ve known it was all too good to be true. A cheap rental in the classifieds? For a one bed, one bath basement apartment? Yeah, you should’ve been smarter. You should’ve run for the hills when you saw Robert Pronge, the creep who drove an ice cream truck around town, owned the house you’d be renting out of. You heard the whispers, about how before he moved to town, his wife and son died under mysterious circumstances. Some even wondered if he’d been the one to kill them. 

But you weren’t the type to judge. Never had been. Maybe he was just misunderstood. You knew that feeling all too well. Kids on the schoolyard always whispered about how you were a “freak” and a “loser” just because you weren’t as well off, because it was just you and your momma trying to make it through the end of each day. You wouldn’t want to ever put anyone through what you had to experience. It just wasn’t fair. 

Besides, he wasn’t asking for much. A few hundred dollars a month for the basement apartment, plus you were allowed to use his kitchen and laundry room whenever you needed. All you had to do was keep up with the rent payments, not have over any guests, and keep quiet. A little strict, especially about the guest and noise situation, but it was better than anything you could get out of renting anywhere else. And, all things considered, you were a good tenant. You cleaned up after yourself, kept your head down, never did anything to bother him. So that’s why, when your hours got cut at one of your jobs and you couldn’t gather together enough money for that month’s rent, you thought he’d let you off easy, let you make up for it next month or give you a few extra weeks to gather the money or something.

He had other plans, though, you soon realized. You almost wondered if he’d been waiting for this moment to come, to find a reason to get you to obey his every order. 

“I’d hate to have to throw a perfectly good tenant out on the streets,” he’d said, his lips brushing up against your ear as he pinned you against the kitchen counter. You were painfully aware of the bulge pressed up against your thigh, the way his breath smelled like cigarettes and cheap beer. “But you gotta pay.”

“I-I can give you what I have, but it’s not gonna be enough to—”

“That ain’t the kinda payment I was talkin’ about.” His lips moved down your neck. Your breath hitched as he sucked on a spot. No, no, no. He couldn’t be...Could he? “Got this new video camera the other day. Been wantin’ to test it out, but I haven’t found anything I wanted to film til now.”

“What...What do you want to film?”

“Think it’s somethin’ I gotta show you instead of tellin’ ya,” he said. “Go on down to your room, and I’ll be there in a minute so we can get started, yeah?”

You fought the urge to squeeze your eyes shut at the too fresh memory, trying desperately to forget about what you agreed to do. You got the feeling Robert wouldn’t be too happy about you trying to zone out during this whole thing. Something told you he wanted you totally and completely aware of everything that was about to happen. So you forced yourself to keep your eyes open, watching as he panned the camera down to your chest, waiting patiently for his next order. 

“Take off that bra now, yeah? Nice and slow.”

One strap slipped off your shoulder, then the other. You reached around your back, unclasping it, and made a big show of tossing it away. Then you let your hands slip up your body, cupping and squeezing your breasts, letting out a near sinful moan. Was this what he wanted? A performance? Maybe if you did a good enough job, this would get over quick. Then you could find some other way to make the rent for next month. Find another job to make up the difference.

“Shit, you like this don’tcha? Why don’t you show me how much you like this?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to figure out what he wanted. So, when you came up with nothing, you said, “How would you like me?”

“Looks like the bitch isn’t as dumb as she looks,” he snickered. He stepped closer to the bed, the camera trained on your chest as he said, “Move towards the edge. Yeah, that’s it. Now get me out.”

You reached out, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, pushing them and his boxers down his thighs to his knees. As his erection slapped up against his stomach, the weight of it all came crashing down over you. How, how was he supposed to fit? You weren’t the most experienced girl in the world, but you’d never seen anyone that big, that thick, not even the porn you caught your ex-boyfriend watching. Robert, though, seemed to revel in your horror, chuckling as he gripped his length with his free hand, giving himself a few pumps.

“Push your tits together,” he said. You tore your eyes away from his monster cock, your eyebrows furrowing together. Had you heard him correctly? What was that supposed to do? You’d expected him to tell you to suck him off or something. Was he expecting to fuck your tits? You didn’t even know that was an option. 

“Don’t be shy. Know you’re a fuckin’ whore. Hear you gettin’ yourself every night, fuckin’ screamin’ like a cheap hooker. Shit, you probably ain’t even tellin’ the truth about not havin’ enough money. Bet you told a big fat lie so you could get my big fat cock, eh?”

Slowly, you took your tits in your hands, pushing them together, swallowing your protests. Now was not the time to be throwing a fit. Not when he could kick you out, or extort you with the little footage he already had. He took a step closer, pushing the head of his cock between them, setting a harsh pace from the start. You struggled to hold your position, the snapping of his hips nearing knocking you down. But you knew better than to do anything to piss him off. Things could only get worse from here, and you weren’t in the business of poking the bear. 

“Fuck, almost as tight as your pussy.”

What? How did he—Had he done more than just raid your panty drawer? Had he done something to you before? But how could you not know? 

“Kiss the tip,” he instructed, interrupting your train of thought. When the head of his cock poked back through the top of your breasts, you leaned your head forward, puckering your lips as his cock hit your your mouth. He groaned as the sensation, and you wondered if there was more you could do. The quicker you got him off, the quicker it would end. Right? So, you stuck your tongue out as his cock came back up, swirling it over the tip before it disappeared back between your tits. “Shit, yeah, keep doin’ that, you fuckin’ slut. ”

All too quickly, he was pulling his cock away. You nearly fell over, having been too reliant on leaning against him to balance yourself. But you didn’t have time to think about what to do next, because he was tapping the tip of his cock against your lips.

“Wanna come in your mouth, want you fuckin’ choke on my cream.”

You opened your mouth, letting him push his cock in til he hit the back of your throat. You wanted to push him away, to spit him back out, but he was already pumping in and out, making you gag around him, the sickening sound echoing through your small room. 

You did your best to relax as much as possible, to focus on anything other than what was happening. But with the camera pointing straight in your face, seemingly focused on the tears streaming down your cheeks, you kept being brought back to reality. There was no escaping this, not even in your imagination. 

“Who’s your fuckin’ daddy?” His balls slapped against your face while you choked on his cock. “Huh? Couldn’t hear you over you gagging around me. Don’t worry, little whore, we both know I’m your daddy.”

Your jaw ached as his load filled your mouth. Though you wanted nothing more to spit his cum out, you had no choice but to swallow, his cock still pumping in and out until you took every last drop. 

“Dumb little bitch is finally good for somethin’. You’re a shit fuckin’ tenant, but like this? Makes up for all the shit you put me through.”

He set the camera in your, telling you to show it how there wasn’t a drop of his cum left in your mouth while he pulled his clothes all the way off, chucking them off to the side. Your heart hammered in your chest as you realized what was to come, and you were sure your fear showed on your face as he laughed when he took the camera back from you. 

“Hands and knees. Now.”

You shuffled backwards on the bed to give yourself the room to get in position. He came around the side, gripping your ass cheek in one hand before giving it a hard slap, before doing it again to your other cheek. 

“Huh, would you look at that. Barely even started, and you’re already soaked. Guess you are a good little slut after all, huh?”

He came back around, putting the camera up on the tripod he set up in front of your bed before going back behind you again. The bed sank under his weight and, with him unable to see your face in the moment, you let yourself squeeze your eyes shut as you waited for the inevitable to begin. Consequences be damned. You’d deal with his anger later. You just needed to make sure you still had a place to stay for the time being. Maybe once this was over, when you were able to find other ways to make money, you could try to find a place somewhere else, get the fuck away this psycho. But as you felt the crown of his cock push past your slick folds, you were brought back to the painful reality you found yourself in. 

“So glad I can finally do this while you’re awake. Got fuckin’ sick of sneakin’ down here every night,” he sighed as sheathed himself inside you. 

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He had done this to you before. Or maybe he was bluffing, trying to scare you. He seemed like he got off on your uneasiness, on your fear. Maybe he was just lying. Or, even worse, he was telling the truth. And—shit. Were you getting off right now? Was he actually about to make you come? 

You screamed as your orgasm hit you, too aware of everything he was doing to you to even make sense of what was happening. His fingers dug into your hips as your thighs shook, you clenching around him. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” he grunted, yanking your head back, forcing you to look straight down the lens. 

“Yours, daddy!” you cried, feeling another tidal wave of pleasure overtake your senses. Fuck, how could you be coming again already? Was it not enough that he was using you? Did he have to be good at what he was doing, too? 

God, you felt like you were fucking drowning in ecstacy. You almost forgot what you were even doing, you almost forgot who was fucking you. If you let yourself drift away even further away, you could even delude yourself into believing that it was a good man fucking you. Maybe a sweet boyfriend who knew how to push all the right buttons because he took the time to learn you. Not some creep of a landlord who violated you and your boundaries without you even knowing it was happening. 

“Yeah, that’s right, I’m your fuckin’ daddy,” he growled.

Finally, finally, he came, his cum painting your walls as he rocked against you. Thank god for birth control. You hadn’t even processed that he was fucking you bareback, but now you were all too aware as you drifted out of your haze, panic starting to rise in your chest as he slipped out of you and off the bed. 

You pushed yourself up and turned around, sure that he was now done as he shut the camera off. You crawled under your covers, laying on your side, waiting for him to leave. But, luck just wasn’t in your favor nowadays. No, he got under the covers, too, pressing himself against your back. You wondered if he was just taking a break, if there was more he wanted, if this was far from over.

“Let’s make this a permanent thing,” he said, pushing his cock back in you as he pulled you back against his chest. Shit, well there was your answer. “You ain’t gotta pay me anymore money if you let me use this pussy whenever I want to.”

It almost felt like a question, but you knew it wasn’t. Not when he had that sex tape to do whatever he wanted with. So you bit back any protests you had, saying instead, “Yes, daddy. This pussy’s all yours.”

NEXT MONTH’S RENT