#mr freezy imagine

[babyjakes]

devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

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

word count | 1,485

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[georgiapeach30513]

Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 4

Summary:  Robert and Cherry talk

Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Robert X Cherry

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, branding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.3K

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Series Masterlist

“Dada,” Robert stares up at the ceiling in the bedroom, holding your sleeping body closer to his.  “Dada, hi!” Sundae squeals ring through the monitor.  Cherry was always the one that would get up with her.  It was their morning routine for him to hear that sweet voice on the monitor, and sleepily walk into her bedroom.

“Dada,” her voice sounds a bit more pitiful, and you open your eyes, looking up at Robert.  “Dada.  Aye, Dada!”

“Robert, you gotta realize, she’s a baby.”

“Pretty Girl, I’m not mad.  You get you some clothes on, and I’m going to get my other pretty little girl.  And I want to talk to you about something,” you nervously sit up, not quite sure what he could possibly be wanting to talk about.  He didn’t have that angry look on his face as he walks out with only boxers on, and you slip on a loungy shirt and shorts.

“Aye!” Sundae squeals.  She couldn’t walk, but she could hold herself up in the crib.  Bending her knees and bouncing up and down when she sees Robert.  Her mouth opening and closing before struggling to get out, “Pop.  Pop.  Pop.  Pop,” leaning forward to bite on her crib.

“Did you just give me a name?” You smile, sitting on the bed.  Lifting your knees up to your chest as you listen to him.  “Are you calling me Pop?”

“Yesh,” she starts bouncing up and down before holding her hands up, and falling onto the mattress, “Oh!  Pop.  Pop.  Pop!  Hi.”

“So I’m Pop.  Makes sense.”

“Dada?” She holds up both her hands in question, looking around Robert’s body to the door.

“That is what we got to talk to your mom about.”

“Mommy!”

“Okay.  Okay, let's grab a diaper, wipes, and the baby, and we’re going to see your mommy,” rolling your eyes because of course Robert didn’t want to change her.  He carries a sleepy eyed baby into the bedroom, and she wiggles around in his arms making grabby hands at you.  

Handing you the baby and supplies, he sits on the opposite end of the bed, watching you and Sundae.  The way she was staring up at you with her bright eyes, chewing on her hand.  Her chunky little legs flip her over once her diaper is in place, and she squeezes her hand at you.  

“What is that?” Robert asks, and you let her crawl closer to you.  “What is she doing?”

“Baby sign language.  She wants milk,” crawling into your lap, she’s the one that lifts up your shirt, and Robert just stares.  “Cherry thought sign language was a good thing to implement.  Especially when her speech is limited.  She can tell us when she’s hungry, or hurt, and even if she wants more of something.”

“That’s incredible.  You two really did a good job with her,” you tilt your head to the side, giving him a soft look.  “Last night didn’t go the way I hoped it would,” that was an understatement.  Last night was a fucking disaster.  “He was trying to make you jealous.”

“Yeah, it worked.  Worked on a baby as well.”

“And it won’t happen again.  Cherry can say what he wants to me, but you are out of the question.  And Sundae didn’t ask for any of this shit.”

“Freezy baby, you were doing so good with your swearing.”

Robert is the one who was smiling now.  He never imagined this life that you had given him.  Never could have foreseen a woman in his life.  Just one, and he is completely satisfied.  He definitely never saw himself openly willing to share his woman with another man.  But it wasn’t just sex between you and Cherry.  The two of you had created a bond, and love in between you.  He had become Sundae’s father.  As much as Robert wanted to be pissed.  He was thankful.

“I want to talk to Cherry.  Just me and him.  Not include you or Sunny because it gets you both upset.  Pretty Girl, you understand I would do any fucking thing for you, right?  That extends over to our daughter that is sucking so fucking loud on your tit.  Damn girl, is it that good?” She slaps at her chubby little leg when Robert gets a dastardly look, “I need to test it out to make sure it isn’t poisonous.”

“No, you need to go talk to our friend.  Our partner.”

“Did you teach her to say Pop?”

Sundae unlatches from you, sitting up to look at her Pop, and you give her mouth a little wipe, pulling down your shirt, and she scoots closer to Robert, “It was Cherry’s idea,” Robert cocks his eyebrow up looking at you, “After she called him dada, it became his mission to heavily show her pictures of you, and say your name was Pop.  She must have just put that together this morning.  Huh, darling.  Say Pop.”

Her mouth opens and closes, trying to get the sound out when she just blurts, “Pop!  Dada!”

“Even she knows that there’s supposed to be two of you.  So, now that you realize that last night was a disaster, why don’t you see if you can bring him back home.  In an actual relationship with us.”

“Yeah, I don’t like the way that sounds.  We share you and the baby.  I’m the husband, he’s the boyfriend,” Sundae gives him a little hand clap, her mouth lifting in a pretty little smile.  “And tell mama I got to try those titties later tonight.”

“Robert, do not talk about that in front of our daughter.”

“She’s a baby.  She doesn’t know what I’m fucking talking about.”

“Uck.  Uck.  Uck,” you narrow your eyes looking at Robert as Sundae repeats Robert’s favorite word.

“I’ll quit talking like that in front of her, but when it’s just us, and a possible Cherry boy, oh, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

“Uck.  Uck.  Uck,” she was already learning her Pop’s harsh way of speaking, and you couldn’t have that.  Waving your hand to shoo Robert away, you decide today would be the day that you unteach your daughter the word fuck.  “Uck.  Uck.  Aye!”

Robert slings his hand in the doorway, stopping Cherry from closing it in his face.  “What do you want, Robert?”

“To talk.  That bitch fucking here?”

“No.  Nobody is here,” Cherry steps away, walking back into this dump of a motel, flopping back on the bed.

“No bodily fluids were left on this fucking bed?”

Cherry looks back at Robert, glowering at him, “Not from me.  What do you want?”

“Last night was a terrible fucking idea. I should have listened to my…um, to Pretty Girl.  She just wanted all of us to talk.”

“About what?” Cherry goes from laying flat on the bed, to sitting up.  His hand rubbing over his belly while he yawns.  “I slept like shit.”

“Because you’re used to sleeping in my damn bed.”

“Here we go.  Thought you wanted to talk, but you’re wanting to stake your territory.  I got it.  She’s yours.  Why do you think I brought a woman?  I can’t do this Robert.  I can’t be the side piece.  The third wheel.  I can’t know that I spent months with that woman.  Watched her body change, and held her hand while she pushed out your daughter, but she became my daughter, too.  That baby means just as much to me as her.  So I’m either in, or I’m out.”

“Would you shut your fucking pie hole for a goddamn minute?  Shit.  I talked with her, and Sundae agreed, we’re ready for you to come home.”

Cherry yawns, rubbing the back of his head, while he thinks.  Ground rules needed to be set sooner rather than later.  He tried to have sex with that woman last night, but she wasn’t you.  Politely called her a car to take her home while he drowned his sorrows in a bottle of Jack.  All he wants is to go home.  Be with you and see his daughter, “It’s not that simple.”

“Make it that fucking simple.”

“It’s not that easy.  What is Sundae to me?”

“Don’t be a son of a bitch.  That baby is your daughter.  She fucking calls you dada.  Is that what you fucking wanted to hear?  She’s your daughter, but she’s also mine.”

“Was that hard?” Cherry gives him a smile, but there is still more that needs to be discussed.  “I’m not sleeping upstairs in my old room.”

“Fine.  Go the fuck on.  What else?”

“There has to be some understanding that I don’t want just sex.”

“What do you fucking mean by that?”

“I’m a sensitive kind of guy.”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

Cherry gives him a laugh, twisting his head to pop his neck.  The crack makes Robert gag a bit.  For someone who was a professional murderer, he had some odd things that made him sick to his stomach.  “What I mean is I like quick little kisses.  I like holding her just because.  I can tell when she’s had a bad day and just wants to cuddle.  And I can’t be walking past her for a hug, kiss, and an ass squeeze if you’re going to growl at me.  If we’re doing this, I’m all in.  All of me.  All of my body, and all of my heart.”

“I don’t want your fucking body near me, unless were fucking double penetrating her.  There’s nothing between me and you.  You fucking get that, right?  Like if our cocks fucking touch, it’s because we’re stretching her tight light cunt over two cocks, or she’s sucking on both of us.  Or fucking shit!  Stretching that ass over two dicks!”

“Easy.  I don’t want to fuck you anyways.  She would have all of my body and heart.  And I know, we’re sharing her, but I want equal opportunity.  And as hot as it is for us both to destroy her, you know it’s okay for just one of us, right?  And it can’t always be you.  Sometimes you gotta let me have solo time.  And not just with you stroking your cock in the corner, but you watching our baby, while I make sweet love to her.  This only works if we’re all on the same page.  I will share a bed with you.  That bed upstairs can be for when it’s one of our birthday’s or something.  Or for another kid, or…I don’t know.”

Robert breathes deeply, thinking closely about everything that Cherry had told him.  It was only fair that everyone was equal with you.  Feelings were involved, and they were so much deeper than genitals.  Even if he could shove his cock pretty deep in your cunt.  

“You know what you son of bitch, let’s go home, and we need to talk with my…our fucking Pretty Girl.  We’ll figure it out.  What I do know is that Sundae was asking for you this morning.  She got me, called me Pop.  And Pretty Girl — she fucking needs you.  Last night was horrendous, but she needs you.  She needs all of you.  So I guess this is where we are.”

“Yeah.  Let’s go home.”

“Hey darling,” you coo over at your daughter who was bouncing up and down, holding on to the couch.  Looking towards the door, and making grabby hands.

“Dada.  Pop,” she looks back at you, cheesing, and then looking back at the door.

“You hear the car pull up,” she gives you a head nod looking towards the door.  Hearing the door knob turn, she gives a little squeal, and when Cherry and Robert walk in together, her hands drop from the couch.  Giving one step forward.  “Oh my god,” you whisper, putting a hand over your mouth.

“Dada,” she squeals, lifting her hands up, and almost losing her balance.  Getting a determined look on her face when she takes another step.  “P-p-Pop!” A giggle comes out of her mouth before taking two quick steps, and crashing to the floor.  “Uh-oh!”

Deciding she gets somewhere quicker when crawling, her little legs shuffle her to the men, and she looks between the two of them.  “Yay!”

“I think she fu…she told us what she wanted,” Robert walks over to you for a chaste little kiss.

“And what’s that?” Cherry leans over, picking up his little girl.  He might not have helped create her, but he loved her like she was his own.  He holds her so tightly, as she pets and slaps around his face.  The moment of him refusing her, and leaving completely forgotten for her, but for Cherry it still remained.  He could still see her angelic face as she cried for him.  Arms reaching out, and he like an ass, walked away.

“She wants you and Robert here,” you choke out, watching the two of them.  You couldn’t stay mad at him.  “So don’t be stupid.”

“So you’re my girlfriend now?” The corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk, and you try to remain calm.  Try to not think about how him and Robert being open and okay with you having both of them was making your entire body tingle.  

“It appears that way,” you would give all three of them the world if they asked you.  You felt as if your job was to keep them all happy.  “Thank you for coming back.”

“There’s only one last thing for me to do.”

“And what’s that?” He walks Sundae over to Robert before turning to you.  His hands playfully run around your neck, until he takes off your choker, and you look up at Robert, eyes already shining, and lip trembling.

“Pretty Girl, after today, you won’t wear that choker ever again,” reaching into his pocket, he hands you a lighter, and you look over at Cherry realizing what is happening.  “If you want him in our lives.  Make it official.  I’m going to take Sundae outside for a bit.  You two be careful.”

Cherry was already laying on the couch with his shirt off when you leave his side to find some tweezers, “Where do you want it?”

“On my neck,” you bite at your lip, looking at him was placing the charm where he wanted it, and you giggle, walking over to him.  Wrapping his arm around your thigh, “Sit on me,” with the knowledge that Robert was okay with this coupling…tripling, you straddle his body, and hold the charm with the tweezers.  His hands rub up under your dress, cupping your ass, while you wait for the metal to heat up.

“You remember when Robert and I got our brands?”

“I do.  You were just this scared sweet thing.  And if I recall, that’s the first time I got to play with this pretty pussy.  I tasted your sweet honey,” you swat his hand from traveling up the front of your dress, and turn to look at him.  “We’re gonna need a bigger bed.”

With a devilish grin, you press the ice cream cone charm up against his skin, grabbing onto an empty vase, you add pressure to the metal, while he seethes.  “Hurts worse than you thought, huh?”

“It’s worth it.  Pretty Girl, it’s cooled down.”

Letting the charm drop off his skin, you give his chest a smack, “And don’t you ever make our daughter cry like that again.  She was inconsolable.”

“I don’t need to hear this.”

“Yes, you do.  You should have talked to us then.  You…you brought a stupid bitch here, and Sundae was confused.  This branding doesn’t change what you did.  You…you whore.”

“Aww,” his hand coasts under your dress, letting his finger rub over your mound, “I am a whore, but nothing happened with that woman.  I’m a whore just for you, and I wanted — I wanted to make you hurt, and then I hated myself for that, and then with Sundae…that hurt.  But I either wanted all of you and her, or none of it.  I can’t be the other man.”

“You weren’t to us,” he tilts his head to the side, and you couldn’t deny that you had led him to believe it was always going to be Robert.  That there wasn’t anything that could change how you felt about him.  Making Cherry feel it was an either or.  “You should have talked to all of us.  You got pissy.”

“I got pissy because Robert is possessive.  We’ll go over some rules, because I want this to work.  He wants it to work, and I’m going to guess you do, too.  And yeah, I should have waited, and not jumped into railing your ass when he got back.  I fell in love when you were pregnant, and the thought of him getting all that I had fallen for, it hurt.  I couldn’t think normally because I just hurt.  And now my damn neck hurts.  This needs to be cleaned, and I would like to spend some time with…Sundae.”

“She’s our daughter.  Yours, mine, and Robert’s.  And eventually…I might have persuaded Robert with a great blowjob, but our next baby is biologically yours.  I want you to have the same experiences as him, and he as you.  He missed out on all of Sundae’s early life, and my pregnancy.  He loves her, too,” Cherry nods his head, moving the hand that was palming you to your thighs again with a smile.  “He’s a good dad.  I don’t want you to think he isn’t. He adores her, and he wants the best for her.  And you need cleaned, and we’re going to play with our daughter.”

“And later we’re going to play with…”

“Sleep.  Mama is tired because she didn’t get any sleep last night because she was pissed off at you.  So daddy, let’s get you cleaned up, so we can see Pop.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Cherry grunts sitting up while you get the first aid kit.  

“Taking your shirt off was so unnecessary,” you slowly start cleaning him off, finishing with a soft kiss to his new brand.  Burned into his skin was the same mark that adorned yours and Robert’s skin.  “And I still want to wear the choker sometimes.  It’s cute.”

“Let’s go spend some time with Miss Sundae Pronge.  Maybe the next baby can be Blueberry or Raspberry, or Blossom.  Cherry and Blossom.”

“Maybe the next baby is a boy.”

“Reese’s pieces!  Graham cracker!”

“Why do the children need to be named after food,” Robert looks back at the two of you.  Sundae holds her hands while she bounces up and down with a cadence of Pop on her lips.  “Maybe he’s just…”

“Pie!  Cherry pie.”

“Most definitely not.  Tell your daddy and pop that if you have a brother his name is not pie,” Sundae just smiles, her sweet little face looking between the three of you, “She’s happy.  She’s at peace since we’re all together.”

And she was.  The way she moved her head back and forth looking between her daddy and her pop with the brightest smile, made those two men weak.  She had the two of them wrapped around her tiny, but chubby fingers.  Her scrunchy nose smile makes them ooh and ahh and at her.  Robert stands up, leading her to the grass, and grabs her hand.  She holds up her free hand for Cherry, and the three of them start walking around the backyard.  This could work.  And they would make it work for her, but also for you.  

You were going to have your hands full with the two of them, but it was definitely worth it.  You felt an ease engulf you.  Comfortable here with them.  Your family.  Your everythings.  You were sure there was going to be disagreements, especially with their two loud personalities.  But it was going to be worth it.  It was going to be work, and you were willing to work on it.  For them.

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OMG. I never read this article before!

We've all seen the photos. This reminds me of how intimate and quite "kinda flattering, yet not so flattering" the infamous GQ article was with Hiddleston was post the summer of 2016. The interview itself is sooooo unprofessional, in my opinion, and they seem to really border on tricking the celebrity to reveal vulnerable sides of themselves under the guise that the reporter is a friend with the celebrity's best interests in mind. The article leaves ya feeling like you just read a fan fiction that got all angsty with no resolution, and yet nobody got laid!!!! But fueling the dream that this celebrity was so intimate with me, you too could even have a chance, because they are that accessible. (If you have a press card from GQ magazine.)

Omg, sooooo many fics should be inspired by this article!! Lord knows I need some better satisfaction after reading it.

I'm sorry —> going back to the topic of touchy.

OH MY GOD! I AGREE! I doubt this boy could keep his hands to himself if you paid him!

Or that booty.

Wait —> Do any of his characters that he got paid to do actually keep their hands to themselves? LOL Mr. Freezy? I'd have to watch it all again. Lol

Of course, this may be a lot of my own headcanon too. I just so easily imagine every character totally mauling the heroine. Don't y'all?

I'm a bit of a touchy feely person myself. And if I get drunk or a little tipsy, I'm outright handsy. And I'm NOT good when it comes to second guessing if someone is genuine or not. :-( That shit gets me paranoid and spiralling down down down. :-(

OMG, I just described my nightmare last night!!

This also describes the beginning of a dark fic —> pick a character, any Evans character. Starts in a bar, way too handsy, way too drunk, and way too easy.

Next time he is cordial, but superficially affectionate and off to do his rounds with that friendly smile. But the next time you're his favorite at the party. And the next.... What a rollercoaster!!!

Imagine: Ransom. Steve Rogers. Andy Barber. Ari. Lloyd. Curtis. Colin. Cole. Peter Brenner. Push. Cellular. Puncture. That delicious horn player. Playing It Cool. Mr. Freezy. (Might be for the best if you just count your lucky stars that you even woke up the next morning! Right?)

Chris is definitely a touchy person but she didn’t look uncomfortable in any way. Do you remember the infamous Edith GQ interview?

https://www.gq.com/story/chris-evans-gq-july-2011-cover-story

Where he’s all over the interviewer in the car, stroking her thighs and arms and she ends up staying over at his house? 😂 yeah they definitely banged.

I never ever said she was uncomfortable, she wasn’t uncomfortable AT ALL! I’m just saying it was inappropriate as she is married and I know different people have different boundaries but still!

[ilovefandoms102]

Captivated by You

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

Summary: The beginning of a love story…

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

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not all love stories are happy however…

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

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

My clothes…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[smutsonian]

Hiiiii, I was wondering if you could maybe do a softdark Mr.Freezy fic. Where he's violent and stuff with other people but for his sweet, innocent girl he's gentle. Like he never wants to hurt her, I know he's usually a dark character but I think this would be soo cute💕🥺☺.

mr freezy is a softie

robert pronge x female reader

warnings: violence or implied torture, not much really... ddlG?, OOC Robert because I haven’t watched the film, not proofread

word count: 549

an: just made this rn and now im going back to college stuff! Thank you for the request, nonnie! it’s very cute and i hope you like this :>

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Robert cursed as he dragged the unconscious body down the basement, careful not to make too much sound in case you were already home. He placed the limp body on a chair, restraining the man in a matter of seconds before he hears the familiar thudding footsteps that he loves so much.

“Robbie?” the angelic soft voice calls out. Normally, the nickname fucking despises him but when it comes to his girl, any name she calls him would make his heart swell. She can call him an asshole and he would smile at her face with fondness. The hitman has finally found his match.

“Robbieeee? Are you down there?” He hears her walking towards the door so he immediately went up to the door, coming face to face with his girl before shutting the door quickly behind him and pulling his girl into a hug.

She giggles before poking the tip of his nose with a finger. “You’re clingy today…” Her smile turns into a frown when Robert ruffled her hair up before pushing her gently to the living room and sitting her on the sofa. Robert notices the stack of papers on the coffee table and just realizes the tired look on his girl’s face.

“You’ve been working on that shit the whole day?” He quirks an eyebrow, jaw clenching when his girl rolls her eyes at him. 

“It’s not shit, Robbie. Those are my research papers.” She grunts before standing up to walk over to the stack of papers when Robert pulls her back to the couch with an arm around her torso.

“You’re so grumpy…” Robert whispers through her hair, not even trying to hide how he sniffed her. “I think this lil baby needs to take a little rest.” Robert chuckles at her frown before rubbing his fingers over the lines between her eyebrows. He then kisses the spot before helping you up and guiding you towards your shared bedroom and tucking you in. 

“It’s too early for me to sleep, Robbie… I don’t need rest; I need to finish those papers--”

Robert cuts her off by shushing her and picking up the headphones on the bedside table and crouching beside her to place them on her, smirking at how adorable she looked with the big headphones on, face contorted into a mix of confusion and annoyance.

“You, missy… You need to rest because you’re becoming fussy.” He grins at her before standing up. She sat up and took the headphones off before huffing at him. “You can’t treat me like this. I’m not a child!” She pouts and Robert only laughed at her before shaking his head and taking the headphones and connecting it to her mp3. 

“Of course, you’re not… You’re my baby!” He winks at her before pressing play and soon, loud music could be heard through the headphones and he playfully glared at her when she tried to take them off. He smiled when she sighed in defeat and laid back down before closing her eyes.

Robert leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead before walking out of the room and back to the basement. He has business to finish but he didn’t want you hearing those awful screams that the man would be making. Not his precious angel.

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Poor lamb! I have a feeling they're gonna do erotic asphyxiation. Except they're just strangling her to death. I feel sorry for her. I mean I wouldn't mind some of the stuff they did to her lol. But she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm curious how often they've done this before?

Well, I just killed poor lamb here, and you were pretty close!

As far as how often they’ve done this before…

TW: mentions of kidnapping, non con, unprotected anal sex, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex, feminization, just, all of it

I wouldn’t say they’ve done it a whole lot. Only when one of them sees a pretty thing that hits that perfect innocent note that makes them want to ruin it.

Reader definitely finds toys more often than Bobby does, and she’s not as picky. She doesn’t really have a preference for boys or girls, just likes what she likes. She wants to watch some sweet thing get every hole fucked by her and Bobby and oftentimes foreign objects until they’re broken and crying, then start the whole thing over again. As we saw with lamb, her favorite thing is to break them down slowly until they’re begging both of them to fuck them senseless.

Bobby, on the other hand, he pretty much exclusively picks twinks. He’s got all the girl pussy he could want with reader, but sometimes he just gets the hankering to wreck some pretty boy’s bussy. While reader can find toys anywhere, Bobby pretty much always finds his playthings when they’re doing recon at clubs or occasionally the porn theater, his eyes following after some sweet thing in a way that clues reader into what he’s thinking.

This usually leads to them having to split up, Bobby trailing the mark while reader tags after the potential toy. That’ll last for a couple of days so they can come up with a plan to grab him and then as soon as the finish the hit they’re picking their boy up, usually by having reader flirt until he lets his guard down and she can trick him to follow her into an alley. That’s when Bobby grabs him.

Bobby’s all about getting his pleasure as quick as possible then dumping his toys. The longest he’s ever kept one has been a week, and that was just because he made the prettiest fucking noises when you ate his ass out right before Bobby fucked it. He also doesn’t really want you to play with his toys at all, maybe he’ll have you stretch them out for him, but as far as letting them anywhere near his pussy, that’s never gonna happen.

He loves when reader watches him split his toys in half though. Having her lay right next to them while he works and trading filthy praises for her with absolutely degrading shit for him. Par example

“That’s it kitten, fuck my pretty pussy with those fingers. Can hear how fucking wet you are from here, can’t wait to taste that tight snatch. You hear that slut? Yeah, you fucking love it, this boy cunt’s squeezing me so fucking good. You thought you could fill her up you stupid whore? You couldn’t even choke her with that thing. Fuck kitten, Wanna see you come so bad, ‘m so fucking close. Atta girl, smear your cum all over his face and pretty him up. Now lemme taste. Fuck, gonna fill this ass up then let you ride my face until I’ll be smelling you for a week.”

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[xcaptain-winterx]

Her daughter won’t even call Lloyd or anything ever again🤟

I love both Andy and Random😭

Ransom has money, is an ass except to his girl (and stepdaughter), he doesn’t take shit from anyone, hates his family so reader doesn’t need to worry That they will talk Bad to her because Ransom will literally attack who ever does that, though I can imagine that his family actually likes her (perhaps his past girlfriends have been just some girls who wanted money). He would spoil readers daughter and give Lloyd’s son the middle finger when he asks for something “the brat will get shit”. We hate Lloyd’s son….hope he suffers too. Ransom could literally have a cursing match with Lloyd. Imagine Ransom and reader were Highschool sweethearts😭

Andy is kind, a family person, has the law behind him, can easily get something with some right calls, is smart. Will literally give Lloyd a ten minute lecture about divorces etc. meanwhile Lloyd is just so annoyed. He has a normal Upper class house, which could give reader something new

(Fun fact: lloyd actually did his mayor in Law at Harvard)

Tbh the only other people I would have in mind would be:

Ex boyfriend Jake Jensen who you were Highschool sweethearts with

Mr Freezy who will chop up Lloyd

Steve Kemp…..who will eat Lloyd

Every Time You Lie || Lloyd Hansen

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x female!reader, dark!Husband Lloyd Hansen x Wife!reader.

Synopsis: Any woman is jealous of you, especially with the status of being the wife of Lloyd Hansen—the CEO of the biggest pharmacy company in the country. From the outside, everyone sees you as a perfect family, a successful husband, two kids, and living in a big house. 

But the truth is different. You are trapped in this marriage because of the mistake you made. You are willing to give everything you have to get your freedom. Free from him. Free from your vicious mother-in-law. Free from your snobby son.

This story has manipulation, tragedy, and drama. 

Both of them shouldn’t be together.

Warning: Betrayal, suicidal thought, non-con, smut, harsh language, tragedy. Minors do not read. 18+

Author Note: I do not consent to copying or translating my work. 

Any reblog, comment, and feedback are appreciated. I want to know what you guys think about this one.

Should I continue this as a series?

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Any woman would kill to take your place—good looks, fame, connection, money, perfect kids, and perfect husband, Lloyd Hansen. 

But outsiders only see the surface. They don't know what happened behind the door. 

Heartbreak, betrayal, distrust, lie.

If any woman could withstand all these four, you are willing to give her the position of Mrs.Hansen to someone else.

You became the head of multiple charities to help people. But you can't save herself. 

All the money you have doesn't give you happiness. It's the opposite. As long as you still breathe, seeing Crystal Pharmacy building standing tall and proud reminds you that it's your fault why it turned out like this. 

Crystal Pharmacy used to be known as Laurent Pharmacy that belonged to her father. 

Her gentle father is a scientist who is friendly, kind, and gentle towards his kids even though they keep making mistakes. You are proud to have a patient father like him. 

But because your sin of trusting the wrong person made you lose everything: your father, brother, sister, and company. 

Your sin is loving Lloyd Hansen. You never thought sales like him could manipulate you and everyone. 

It turns out it was all his plan from the beginning to get close to you so he could access your father's company. 

Now everyone seems to have forgotten the name of Laurent Pharmacy, and the legacy from your father is also gone. 

You are trapped in this sinful mistake, perhaps have trapped marriage and your karma.

You married the man who destroyed everything your father had built. Your brother despised you and made him move away from the city, and your sister doesn't want to see you. 

All that has left is only Lloyd and his mother, your mother-in-law, Krystal Hansen. 

Oh, she hates you; she always has this passive-aggressive talk towards you. 

Every day she reminds you, "You are lucky to marry my son when there are a lot of women that are better than you."

You hold your anger each time she looks down on you. You can't run away or even get a divorce because you can't do anything. Because Lloyd holds everything you got. 

So, the only thing you could do is become a dutiful wife, always do and listen to whatever he says, and become a good mother. 

You thought becoming a mother of two kids could make your mother-in-law start to warm up to you. But no. Having two grandchildren is still not enough for her. 

First, your first daughter, Emily Hansen. She's beautiful, smart, and courageous. You're grateful that she doesn't act like her father. She even defended you when Krystal tried to mock you, and Lloyd couldn't get mad towards his daughter. 

But Krystal doesn't like Emily because she's a girl and wants a male heir to continue the company. 

Then your second child, a son. His name is Lionel Hansen. Everyone was overjoyed when he was born. But at that time, you were stressed and always went to a therapist every week. 

Krystal accused you of having an affair with your male therapist. 

That's the first time you snapped at her; how dare she be accused of something untrue while his son tortured you every night. 

What made you heartbroken is that your husband doesn't talk back to his mother and lets her do the DNA test. 

Well, the DNA proves that you were right. Lionel is Lloyd's son. In a second, Krystal changed, and she wanted to take care of Lionel. 

You were devastated, screamed. She can't take Lionel away from her. It's enough to have one Lloyd in this world. 

You can't help crying about Lionel, but you almost forgot about Emily. She needs attention too. She was 13 years old when Lionel was born. 

No one is taking care of Emily. Seeing you being fragile, her father busy at work, and her grandmother only pouring her affection towards her brother, she felt neglected.

Then she met your sister, her only aunt, Mia. They became close, and then Emily discovered the truth about her father's company and how her father made your family crumble. 

It felt like a jab in your heart when Emily told you she would move out, and she was ashamed to have a father like Lloyd. After her 17th birthday, she left the house and left you alone. 

The only pillar that made you able to stand is gone. 

Krystal gave Lionel back to you because she's exhausted caring for him. 

He's already seven years old. But you don't feel connected to your son. Perhaps you're afraid because his attitude is similar to his father's. 

The only thing you can do is stand still, be pretty in a beautiful dress and jewellery, and be proud to be Mrs Hansen.

But… 

Everything changed at your 20th wedding anniversary. 

"Ah…hng…!!"

"Urgh…!"

A loud moan echoed through the room. A man and a woman were intertwined on the bed. The man's back moved back and forth. Lloyd's cock dug deep into you. 

"Ha…Ahh…"

Lloyd feels pleasure and fullness every morning, making love with you. 

He lifted your legs and draped them over his shoulder. He grabbed your thighs with both hands and moved his back vigorously, speeding his movement. 

"Ah…!"

When he heard you moan, he knew you already hit a climax. Lloyd leaned his body towards you and moved his waist to reach his climax. He spilled his seeds inside your body. 

"Ha…That was a good way to celebrate our day. Right, Y/N?" 

Lloyd took his cock from your body and lay down next to you. He put your head to rest on his chest. He stroked his hair and kissed your forehead. 

Those who do not know will see you and Lloyd as a normal couple. 

Even though you just had an orgasm, you immediately feel dead again. 

"Yes." You nodded her head. 

Lloyd hummed and stroked your back. "I have booked a boutique store for your dress."

"Thank you."

What Lloyd is talking about is your dress for their 20th wedding anniversary. If anyone asks about that party, you will say it's unnecessary. But Lloyd wants to hold the event and invite all the business partners, and Krystal wants to show off her new diamonds. 

Lloyd smacked your ass. "Let's get up and start our morning."

You hummed and followed him to the bathroom and took a shower together. It's the same activity. After you put on your outfit, you will go to his changing room and put on his tie. 

He will wear the suits that you have prepared the night before. When you came in, Lloyd was already wearing his suit and tie. 

But there's something different. That's not the tie she prepared beforehand. In fact, she has never seen it before.

You grab the jacket suit from the hanger and go to Lloyd's back. "New tie?"

"Hmm, I bought it when I went to Paris." He stretched his arms to the back to wear the suit jacket. Then he straightened his outfit. After that, he sprays perfume on his neck. 

'That's a new perfume too.' You've never seen that perfume before. 

Then your woman instinct sent something to your brain. But you shook it because it's too early to speculate. 

Three of you, including Lionel, have breakfast in the dining room. He's 12 years old and taller than you because he likes to play basketball and volleyball. 

"Lionel, put down your phone." You softly order your son so he can eat his food. 

"Hmm…" Lionel hummed, but he didn't stop playing the mobile game. 

Reading the newspaper, Lloyd put down the paper and said, "Listen to your mom."

Lionel rolled his eyes. "Alright. Geez." He turns off his phone and starts eating. 

Only the sound of food utensils in the dining room until Lionels start the conversation, "Mom, I want to buy new shoes."

"Didn't you just buy one like yesterday?"

"This one is different, it's a limited edition. And these shoes are only available at your friend's store. All my friends already own it and I don't want to get left behind. Pleaseeee, mom…"

"That means you have to be on the waiting list. It will be difficult, Lionel."

"Mom!! I want it!! If grandma is here she will get it for me." Lionel crossed his arms and huffed. 

Under the table, you fisted your hand. Lionel is your son, but you can't scold him because he will tell everything to Krystal, and you will get scolded. 

"Just give him what he wants. Talk to Amelia, you are her top client." Lloyd suddenly joins in. 

You couldn't say no when your husband has made his decision. "Okay."

You were at the private boutique watching the model walking on the catwalk with the choice of dress that you probably would choose for your party. 

You glanced at your secretary. "I will pick the blue dress and the white shoes from the second model."

"Yes ma'am."

After the short fashion show, every model went backstage. You also grab your bag and leave the room. But one model still stays, "Mrs. Hansen?"

She's the one wearing the blue dress you picked. When she got closer, in an instant, you knew she was gorgeous, and her beauty was captivating. The rosy cheeks on her skin, slender body, and mystery air around her. 

Compared to you, who is aging gracefully, I can't help being jealous towards this young model. 

"Yes?"

She smiled shyly and cleared her throat. "Hi, uhm, my name is Zoey. I always wanted to meet you. It's because of your charity I could go to college."

You smiled at her. "I'm honored to hear that. So you became a model?"

Zoey nodded her head. "No, I'm helping my friend since she couldn't come. I work as a secretary."

"Congrats."

"All thanks to you. Can I give you a hug? You're my inspiration."

"Uhm, sure." You weren't sure, but Zoey had already made her move and hugged you. After that, she became giddy and left you. 

When you don't see her, you tell the shop assistant, "I don't want the blue dress anymore, change it to black."

"Yes."

You quickly left the store and got into the car. Your heart is beating fast. Because when Zoey gets closer, you smell her. In a second, you knew, that's the same perfume Lloyd wears. 

One thing about Lloyd is he always wears something customized that is only available to him, like perfume. All his perfumes were custom-made only for him. And he said he got it from Paris. Paris is the city where perfumers gather. 

And Zoey said she's a secretary.

Fuck. Both of them fucked. 

Lloyd is cheating on you. You weren't that shocked because deep down, you knew this would have happened. Even though Lloyd is already 43 years old, he still has a muscular body, like 30 years old. He is rich and drives nicely. 

You sighed heavily and rubbed your head. The driver notices you from the rear mirror. "Mrs. Hansen, are you alright? Do I need to call a doctor?"

You raised your hands. "You don't have to. Headed to Amelia's store, please."

"Yes, Mrs.Hansen."

You sit on the gold chair near the window at the boutique on the second floor. 

"Y/N. Are you're alright?"

You look at Amelia, who is sitting in front of you. She brings you tea and cakes. But you didn't touch anything.

Amelia is the only friend you got. Lloyd didn't stop you from meeting her because she’s rich. Her boutique store only sells limited editions, and many famous people became her clients. 

Your finger touches the teacup. You looked at your reflection in the water and sighed. "Lloyd is cheating on me."

Amelia slammed the table "That bastard!!!"

"Shh, don't be so loud."

"Fuck that; there's only us on this floor." Amelia leaned closer. "How did you know?"

"I met his mistress 1 hour ago."

Amelia clicked her tongue and threw him back to her chair. She was silent for a moment and then said, "Divorce him."

You scoffed, "Like I haven't thought about it a million times."

"Then do it; what's holding you back?" Amelia knew you didn't have a happy life. You're miserable. Under the expensive makeup and the fancy dress, she could see your soul crying. 

'What's holding you back?' That's the right question. 

Even though you have nothing, you still have your pride. You don't want to divorce Lloyd until he apologizes and realizes what he has done. 

But now, you don't even know anymore. 

"I don't know Amel. My kids?"

"Tsk, tsk, that's bullshit. Your oldest have moved out and already became a resident while your son is ungrateful child. If I have a gentle mother like you I won't touch any kind of drugs."

When she mentioned Lionel, you remembered, "Amel, can I ask you a favor? It's for my son. I knew there was a waiting list. I will pay double the price."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Huh, really, Y/N. You're too kind. It's alright; I will call the designer to make another one."

You smiled at her; at least someone knew your effort. Amelia mother is a socialite whose an alcoholic and doesn't know parenting. 

Your friend became a drug addict, but she turned sober. Amelia sip the tea. "You remember Katherine from flower rearrange class?"

"Yeah, what about her?" You knew Katherine; she's a quiet and skinny woman. Her husband is an oil tycoon.

"She got divorced. Turned out her husband is abusive, and a cheater. Even though she doesn't get any money, she looks happy. I met her when I went to Florida." 

Amelia grabs her phone to open her social media. "See, doesn't she look vibrant and happier?" You look at Katherine's photos; she smiles a lot and seems to enjoy being alone.

Perhaps. Someday. You could be like her. 

On the way back home, your phone suddenly rang. When you saw the contact, a smile appear on your lips. It's from Emily. 

The only thing that could make you want to stay alive is because of her. You didn't want to be biased towards your children. But you've been through; Emily is the only child that understands you. 

She never stepped foot into the house after she entered university. Both of you only met outside. But it's getting difficult to meet since she got accepted working at the hospital. 

"My dear, how are you?"

"Mom…" Her voice sounds trembled. 

"Emily, what's wrong?"

"Mom, aunt is Mia is sick. Could you come to hospital? Please."

"What?!!" 

The moment your car stopped at the hospital, you ran from the car to the lobby. There you saw Emily already waiting for you. She's wearing her blue uniform. She looks exhausted. She lightened up when she saw you, "Mom."

You immediately hug her. "Emily, what's going on?"

Emily dragged your hand. "I will explain it later. Follow me."

She brings you into the ICU. Inside, you see your sister, Mia, lying on the patient's bed. The big sister you used to know was healthy, but now she looks skinny. 

You gasped, and your vision became blurry. "Mia, what happened?"

Mia, whose eyes were closed, slowly opened when she heard your voice. Her younger sister. "Y/N…?" She raised her hand to try to touch you. 

You immediately hold her hand and bring it closer to your cheek. "Sister, why you didn't tell me? Does brother Theo know?"

Mia didn't speak at all; she only nodded. 

Emily put her hand on your shoulder. "Aunty Mia got diagnosed with breast cancer. And… when she found out it's already on stage four."

"Oh no…"

Then you feel someone stroke your head, the movement is slow, but you know it's from your sister. You look straight at her and saw her smiling at you. 

"Y/N… I… miss… you…"  

At that moment, all the resentment and anger is gone. Both of you went back to the siblings you used to know. 

"I miss you too Mia."

You cried silently, looking at your sister condition; if both of you never fight, you could stay with her. If you had never met Lloyd, none of this could've happened.

"Here you are wifey. Damn Mia, you lost a lot of weight."

Your breath hitched when you heard that voice. It's not even an hour yet, and he already found you. 

One of the reasons you can't get a divorce from Lloyd is his possessiveness. And you can't hide from his sight. 

"Fuck… you… Lloyd." Mia cursed at him even though it was difficult for her. 

Lloyd didn't say anything. He only looked down at her. Then he wrapped his arm around you. "Let's go home. There are a lot of germs here. I don't want you to get sick." Your body couldn't fight from his grasp. 

Emily blocked both of you with her body. "Don't get mad at mom. I told her to come here."

Lloyd nodded his head. He patted her shoulder. "Come home once for a while. And don't forget to attend the party. I invited many actor and singers."

******

On the way back home, both of you were silent. You no longer care if he's mad since you didn't tell him where you're going. 

"I will stay with my sister."

Lloyd was looking at his phone; he scoffed, "Yeah, no."

This man is already over 40 years old but still childish. Didn't he see that your sister is dying? 

"This time I won't listen to you."

Lloyd sighed; he put down his phone and stared straight at you. His hand touches your cheeks and brings your face closer to him. "Wife, if you make me angry, you will attend her funeral tomorrow."

"Lloyd, ehmm…" Before you talk back, he kissed you roughly and bit your lips. 

"Aww." You pushed him away. "You're heartless. She's my sister!!!"

"Yeah, and she's doesn't even worth of your time. I need you to supervisor for the party. It's important more worth it then your sister."

You gasped, "How dare you."

Lloyd rested his hand on your thighs. "My wife, didn't you forget your promise to never meet your siblings?"

You hold your anger, it's impossible to talk through him. As you're getting older, you're supposed to get wiser. But Lloyd?

He is still a man-child. 

"Don't be mad. I will send the best doctor and medicine for her. How about that?"

"Thank you."

"Ah, I'm going to sleep at the office. I have to make sure the product is ready." 

Is this how he will start lying to see his mistress? Sure, as long as he doesn't bother her. "Okay. Thank you for telling me."

On the day of the party, Lloyd kept his promise. He really came home early in the morning. You didn't ask, and he didn't tell you about his day, so it's a win-win. 

Three of you wear a formal dress. Lloyd and Lionel wear the same design of the black suit, and you wear the black dress you bought. 

On the car, Lionel, who sit on the back, still playing games, ask, "Is Emily going to be there?"

"She will be late, since she's watching your aunt."

"Huh? Whose aunt?"

"Don't you remember? I told you before about aunt Mia. My older sister?"

"Let's forget about her." Lloyd suddenly joined the conversation. 

When the three of you arrived at the party, the red carpet and paparazzi were already waiting for your appearance.

"That dress made you look slim Y/N." 

That arrogant voice. You rolled your eyes before turning to see your mother-in-law Krystal Hansen. 

You turned around and were glad you didn't hold any champagne glass. Because if you did, you would drop the glass. 

The reason is that the woman standing beside Krystal is Zoey. She is wearing the blue dress you picked before. 

"Aw,Mrs. Hansen. You look beautiful."

"Hmm thank you. Hello mother." You greet both of them, when you trying to keep your composure.

Krystal hummed. "This girl is my secretary. Her name is Zoey. She's one of the successful people from our charity."

"Yes, madam Krystal. And I'm always grateful for that."

Krystal felt more proud. She always likes it when someone compliments her. Zoey is a nice girl who knows her place. How she wishes her daughter-in-law would be her instead of you. 

"Excuse me, I need to greet another guest."

Krystal clicked her tongue, seeing you walking away from her "Tsk, you see Zoey? She's really rude towards me."

"But it's true ma'am. There's many of guest here."

"You're right. I should meet my friend."

*********

You lied; you didn't meet anyone. You went to the balcony to get some fresh air. You were suffocated. Now everything has become clear. 

Zoey isn't Lloyd's new secretary. Both of them met through Krystal. You never go with Lloyd every time he visits his mother. It's only him and Lionel. 

Is this Krystal way to make you separated from Lloyd?

"Mrs. Hansen, you need to hear this." Kelly, your secretary, appeared out of nowhere and holding your phone.

You saw the caller's name. It's from Emily. You answered the phone and heard Emily sobbing, "Mom, she's gone."

When you heard that, you dropped your phone and lost your balance. 

"Ma'am?" Kelly, hold your body before you fall. 

"I need to leave."

"Mrs. Hansen you can't leave yet because your husband still hasn't given the permission."

"Kelly, I just lost my sister."

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Kelly and the others knew how scary Lloyd was. They knew how possessive he was with you. 

The only way is to talk to Lloyd so he would let you go. You look around, seeing everyone look like they have no problem.

Your mother-in-law is busy talking; your son is with his friends, your husband?

Where the heck is Lloyd?

You left the ballroom to look for him. He must still be on the same floor. Then you saw a man and woman hugging. You hide behind the wall. 

You knew that broad shoulder even though it was dark. That body belongs to her husband, and the woman who wore the blue dress are Lloyd and Zoey. 

Suddenly you felt a pain in your chest. It's been happening a couple of times lately. Being near them gave you more pain.

Yeah, you should walk away. Give them some space. Besides, you need to be alone. 

Lloyd was looking for you. He asked his bodyguard where you were and found you sitting on the floor in the quiet hallway. He saw you drinking wine all by yourself. It seems like you have finished one bottle. 

"Y/N?" 

Your head feels heavy; your makeup is ruined because of the tears. "Oh, here he comes, the maestro of my misery."

"You're drunk." Lloyd took off his coat and wrapped it around your shoulder. He helped the man to make you stand up. "What happened?"

"Mia is gone."

So that's why you cry, "Well, anyone will die. But she's quicker."

"Hehehehe."

First, you cried, and you giggled? "What's so funny?"

"My younger self was a fool to fall in love you. My biggest mistake is to trust you."

Lloyd felt his heart being stabbed. You never said these mean words towards him. "Alright, you're completely drunk. You don't know what you're talking about."

You pushed yourself away from him. "No. Let go of me."

"Y/N."

You were dizzy because of the alcohol;  perhaps because you're drunk, you dare to say, "You slept with her."

"Who?"

"Zoey."

"I didn't."

He knew you were depressed because you lost your sister, but what's with this accused? And how did you know that she was?

Without giving Lloyd a chance to speak, Y/N continued, "Don't lie; I could smell your perfume from her."

He didn't say anything.

Your fingers stabbed his chest. "I could have spent the days with my sister instead dealing with this party. While you fucked your mistress."

Lloyd grabs your hand "Y/N. There's nothing between me and her."

You clenched your trembling hand tightly. There was a tension that could not be hidden in your speech "I shouldn't have married you."

"..."

"My father told me to let go of everything. He never blamed me. But I'm so stupid to believe you. And now I lost the chance to say goodbye to my sister."

Lloyd never sees you like this. "We should talk about this at home." He tried to grab you but he failed.

"As I grew older, I learned the hard way to let go. But you…"

You pointed at him.

"You are not capable of love. You're selfish."

“If I stop seeing that woman and mother starting from today, can we make up?” Lloyd asked.

"It's not enough."

You shook your head and then said the words Lloyd never expected.

"I want a divorce."

He frowned and searched for his cigarettes in his pants pocket. He pulled out a cigarette and held it between his fingers before saying curtly, “So, you want to give her and me your blessing?”

That's even better. He should've married her. "If I could turn back time or there's another life, I wish I never met you."

Lloyd raised his voice. "I married you because I loved you!"

"Do you know I prayed to God every day to take my life away? I want to be free from you. That's how much you've hurted me."

He launched towards you and pulled your hand "Even if you hate me or die before me. We will never, ever get divorced."

Your hands hurt because of how tightly Lloyd held them, but it was nothing compared to the pain you were feeling right now.

“What’s the meaning of dragging on?” You didn’t struggle from his grasp. "Please just once. Stop lying. The first time you lied to me. I lost everything."

“Look, the biggest problem with us is that I love you but I don’t know how much you love me!” Lloyd held your hand up to kiss it. “We communicate too little. You have an unbending and headstrong character, while I’m a conceited and proud man!”

He lowered his gaze, and after calming down his emotions, he held you by the back of your head and leaned his forehead against you. 

“It’s the stupidest thing I did in this lifetime, the darnedest mistake I’ve made! I hope… Y/N, you can give me a chance, a chance to redeem myself, okay?”

Lloyd hated himself a lot, especially at the thought of him cheating on you.

You knew the end of his voice was trembling, but you pretended not to know and shook your head. You pretend not to hear anything. 

“It’s better that we sign the divorce agreement and lead our own lives.”

You gave a cruel smile when you saw regret in his eyes. 

You are still staring at each other; none of you speak.

"Mom, Dad?"

You widen your eyes when you hear that voice; even Lloyd lets go of your hand. 

"Lionel." You tried your best to act calm. 

"Mom, I've been looking all over the place for you." He whispered at you because Lionel realized the atmosphere is not right between you and Lloyd.

"What is it?"

"I got the email that my shoes are here. Can we get to Amelia's boutique?"

"Like, right now?"

"Yes pleaseee…. All my friends at school will wear it tomorrow." 

"Son, it's already 9 p.m." Amelia's store closed at 7 p.m. 

"Moommm…." Lionel knew it was already late, but he knew you would eventually do what he asked. You always do. 

You can't stand his nagging, just like his father. He won't stop until he gets what he wants.

You called Amelia's number, asking if her store was still open. She cursed at you, saying, of course, the boutique was already closed at this hour, but she told the security to give the shoebox to you if you arrived. 

"Alright let's go." You took off Lloyd suit jacket and handed it back to him. 

"Is it okay to leave dad alone?"

"He has a lot of friends. He's fine." You dragged Lionel's body to leave the place, leaving Lloyd alone. 

The rain is pouring hard, thunder. Luckily the road was empty. You and Lionel are inside the car. 

"Emily didn't come." Lionel said while he was still looking at his phone.

"She's at the hospital because your aunt Mia died." Your mind hasn't stopped thinking about your sister. Emily hasn't called you yet. 

"Oh right, I heard she's sick."

"You knew?"

"Dad, and grandma talk about her."

'What? So that means Lloyd, Krystal, and Lionel knew about Mia, and they didn't say anything to you. 

Lionel always plays at Krystal's house, which means, "Do you know Zoey?"

"Grandma secretary? Yeah, we talked sometimes when I was there."

"Uurgh." You feel sick, imagining they act like a family without you. 

There is no greater blessing than a family hand that lifts you from a fall, but there is no lower curse than a family hand that strikes you when you’re down.

Your husband and son didn't show any condolence about your sister. It's not like you lost a ring. You lost someone that you grew up with and shared the same blood.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"I'm not."

You must get out; if you are still stuck in the car, you will lose your mind. "Bring me the umbrella."

Jimmy, the driver, wonders why you want the umbrella, "Mrs. Hansen. I will get the package."

Gosh, you hated that name. 

"It's okay, besides the security knew my face."

"Be careful." Jimmy is worried because the rain is getting heavy.

But this extreme weather can't stop you. With that long dress and umbrella in your hand, you walk under pouring rain. 

Everyone was walking quickly to stay away from the rain. But you were slower than them, with everything in your mind. You just want to keep walking. But the trip is short. 

You have arrived at the store. The light was still on, and someone was waiting near the door. "Hello, Miss L/N." Only Amelia's boutique called you with your last name. 

"Boss has told me. Here's the package." You thanked him, then you heard the loudest thunder.

"Where’s your car ma'am?" 

"It's near. Thank you Jimmy." You said goodbye and left him.

While you're walking, tears keep falling from your eyes. You could see your tears drop on the floor if it wasn't raining. Leaving the traces of you crying. You crouched down and buried your head between your knees. 

You cry your hearts out before you get into the car. 

The rain was pouring too hard. Even the car headlights couldn't make the stress clear. 

Every car drives slowly, but there will always be one car that wants to go against the rule. 

"Honkkkkkkk!" Someone drives way over the speed limit.

The moment you stand up and walk across the streets, the drunk driver can't control the steering wheel, and the car goes out of control. 

The last thing you see is a blinding light, then something heavy hits you, making you fall and hit the ground. 

"KYAAH!!! SOMEONE GOT HIT BY A CAR!"

You hear someone screaming. Is it towards you?

Perhaps. Because you couldn't move your head.

You heard that you will have a flashback of your life before you die.  They were right.

You don't want to remember any memory of Lloyd. Instead, you want to remember the moment with you celebrating your father's birthday and your sister and brother. 

If you could rewind time, you want to return to that day.

'Biip' 'Biip'

"Uurgh"

'Mia, turn off your damn alarm.' You want to shout, but none of the words come from your mouth. Why does your body feel heavy? You try to move your body, but you can't.

"Call the doctor, I saw her finger move." Then a voice suddenly appeared. Why did she hear the word of the doctor?

"Mom?" You hear a female voice. But why does she keep calling Mom near your ears?

"Mom, I'm sorry." Then you hear a boy crying and sobbing. 

'What the heck is going on? Did your brother prank you? Why did someone keep calling you a mom?"

And why is it so difficult to open your eyes? 

You slowly tried to open your eyelids. When you did it. The light was too bright. You were sure you turned off the light before you went to bed. 

"Omg, she opened her eyes!!!"

"I will call Dad."

'Father?' Oh right, today is your father's birthday. 

You try to turn your head, but it hurts. 

"Mother, don't move too much. Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink?"

Yes, even though you don't understand why she called you mother, your eyes blinked to say yes. 

She puts a straw in the glass of water and brings it closer to your lips.

"Slowly Mom, or you will get choked." She gently rubbed your back.

After you tasted the water, you felt refreshed. It felt like you never drank water. Your throat doesn't feel hurt anymore. 

You look around, then realize you're in the hospital.

"I will raise the bed." This girl is kind; when you look at her closely, her face looks like someone's. 

Then the boy who cried before came back dragging a man. 

"Look, Dad, moms awake."

You looked at the man wearing a black turtle neck shirt and beige colour. His face looks like that crying boy.

You've never seen him before, but he kept looking at you. 

He walked closely and touched your face. His fingers gently caressed your face.

"I'm so glad you woke up."

'Did I sleep so long that it made everyone cry?'

This man's face got closer to your face, but you moved away. You met him for the first time, and you felt scared of him.

"Y/N?"

And he knows your name. 

But you don't know who he is and the other two youngsters. You can't help but ask, "Who… are… you?"

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Demon. Lloyd. Hansen. *gulps* tell me more

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Delulu whore here 🌸

I was thinking that we’ll start light on this one <3 and I also think there was an episode on black mirror like that?

WELL One of your biggest dreams was to start your own big family. However, you and your partner Have difficulties in your relationship, because you struggle with getting pregnant. You would give EVERYTHING to have a baby. You have heard from an friend, that there is a guy who is familiar with (Imagine Mr Freezy, he looks creepy yk?) black magic and has already helped many other. At first you find the idea absurd, but you can't get the idea out of your head. After sleeping about it for a few days, you decided to try it out. You go there and he explains to you, that you conclude a contract with the DEVIL and he wants your soul in return. After he has your consent he starts his ritual and shit. When you went home, you immediately geht goosebumps but you don’t worry about it and go to sleep.

You start having nightmares where a dark figure (demon Lloyd) follows you. You don’t know what it is or who it is. You just know his voice. After a while, you get sex dreams 💀 and you can see the shapes body but not his face. YOU KNOW IT FELT GOOD BECAUSE YOU WAKE UP THE NEXT MORNING WITH BRUISES 😃.

You start having pregnancy symptoms etc and when you take a test, it’s positive !!

Lloyd finished his duty but he doesn’t want to let you because he fell in love with you 🥴

Blah blah blah etc.

At the end you kill your partner and make more demon babies with Lloyd <3

Miss ma’am 👀

But like imagine you doing this while your husband is on a business trip. So when you wake up, not only are there bruises/burns, and odd scratching, but you feel a tenderness deep in your core where he ruined you for other men.

You know it’s not a miracle when your test is positive, and you loathe laying down with your husband. Your body is literally craving the demons again. Every time your husband enters into you, bile runs up throat, and you envision that shadowed figure. But your husband doesn’t hit the right spots. He isn’t using your body like the demon. He just isn’t him.

Lloyd.

Your baby daddy.

Your demon.

Your.

Everything.

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[starryevermore]

ever after: spun gold and kept promises (6) ✧ robert pronge

ever after ✧ a fairy tale anthology | ao3

pairing: rumpelstiltskin!robert pronge x miller’s daughter!reader

summary: in which you are the miller’s daughter and robert pronge is rumpelstiltskin.

word count: 1,135

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, dark fic, smut, noncon, loss of virginity, forced breeding, daddy kink, spitting, slapping, name-calling (cockslut/bitch), not proofread

ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a land far far away where a young woman made a terrible mistake. You should’ve never made a deal with that man. Not when the price was so steep. Not when it would ruin you. You just...never expected it to end up like this. 

You were born the daughter of a miller. Your family had struggled your entire life, and it only got harder when your mama died. It was just you and your papa from there on out, trying to make it by. But the older you got, the harder it was. Your father couldn’t pull his weight quite like he had before when he was younger, and now you were faced with the pressure of getting married when you both knew that you didn’t have enough to pay your dowry. You’d be lucky if anyone married you. 

And that’s when things started to go horribly wrong. 

You couldn’t stop yourself. You told one eensy weensy lie about learning how to spin straw into gold, and it spiraled far out of your control. Soon, the king heard of your alleged abilities. And you were confronted with your lie. 

He locked you away in the tallest tower in his castle, telling you to spin straw into gold or else you’d lose your head. And, as you laid crying in the straw, a man appeared from thin appear, saying he’d use magic to turn the straw into gold for the price of your necklace. You accepted. 

Then you were locked away again, with more straw to turn to gold. And he came back, and promised to do his trick again if you gave him your ring. You accepted.

You were locked away a third time, with an entire dungeon filled with straw to turn to gold and, should you be successful, he’d marry you.. But when the man came, you had nothing left to give. Until he said he would do it for the price of your firstborn child. And, not wanting to die, you agreed. 

The king was more than impressed when he came down the next morning to see the dungeon filled with gold. Proposed to you right then and there, until you let slip that it had been done by magic. You weren’t sure how he thought the straw had turned to gold, but it turned out that the king had an abhorrent dislike of magic. He turned you away, saying that he would never, ever marry you.

The man who’d done the trick found you easily after that, and he didn’t seem happy. Stole you, took you away to his home high in the mountains, a snarl curled across his face as he shoved you onto the floor.

“I-I can find someone else to marry, I promise! Just give me some time—”

“Don’t bother. I’m going to make sure you hold up your end of the fuckin’ bargain,” he growled. With a quick flick of the wrist, your hands were bound behind your back, your clothes disappearing. “Gonna make sure you’re so stuffed full of my cum that there’s no way the seed won’t take.”

He climbed onto top of you, his own clothes disappearing. You whimpered as you felt his hardened cock press against your thigh. How the hell was he so big? Were all men this big? Holy shit, how was it going to fit?

“You’re gonna fuckin’ call me daddy,” he said, his breath hot and heavy as he leaned in close to your face. 

You winced, trying to move away, but he grabbed at your jaw, forcing you to look back at him. He pressed his lips against yours, his tongue easily sliding past your lips. You tried to move away again, but he was too strong, holding you in place. 

Finally, finally, he pulled away, a nasty smirk on his face as looked down at you, before rearing back and a glob of spit hit your face. Your mouth fell open as you tried to protest, but your words died in your throat as he spat on you again, this time the glob landing right on your tongue. His rough, calloused hands slid down your body, groping at your breasts, squeezing and flicking at your nipples, snickering as you squealed. 

“Gonna fuckin’ break you in, gonna make you my fuckin’ cockslut. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?” 

When you didn’t say anything, he removed one hand from your breast, pulling back and hitting you across the face so hard, you tasted blood.

“Did I fuckin’ stutter, bitch?”

“W-Would love to be your cockslut, daddy,” you stuttered, the words feeling wrong as they left your mouth. 

“Damn fuckin’ right you would.”

He reached down, gripping his cock in one hand, running it along your folds, his smirk only growing as he felt how wet you were growing. Shit, why were you wet? Your married friends said that only happens when you liked what was happening. Did you like what was happening? How could you like this?

“W-Wait, I’ve never—”

He pushed the head of his cock in, moving slowly as he was met with resistant. You squealed and screamed, trying to move away from him, but he only gripped at your hips, slamming his hips against yours until he was fully sheathed inside you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, pulling back and then slamming back in again. “Gonna take a while to break you in. Oh, but don’t you worry. This fuckin’ cunt is mine, and I’m gonna make sure she can take every fuckin’ inch.”

You sobbed, screwing your eyes shut, trying to distance yourself from what was happening. Maybe you didn’t screw everything up, maybe the king married you. He’d probably be gentler. Not too gentle, your married friends said that men were rarely gentle. But it would be better than this, and you certainly wouldn’t feel so bad about what was happening.

He didn’t last long, growling about how your cunt was strangling him as he released his load. He pulled out, stroking his cock as he watched as his spend leaked out. Then he collected it with his finger, pushing it back in.

“Don’t wanna waste a single fuckin’ drop,” he winked. He let go of his cock to grab at your hips, flipping you over so your ass was in the air and your face pressed against the dirty floor. “Ready for round two, bitch?”

He didn’t wait for your answer.

And he did it again.

And again.

And again.

And again, what felt like a thousand times over, until he couldn’t anymore, leaving you a mess on the floor while he went off to bed, the cycle to begin again in the morning.

And so, YOU NEVER, EVER LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

[onsunnyside]

𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ➺ 𝙈𝙧. 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙮 (𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚)

Categories: The Iceman (TI) - AU

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For Mr. Freezy/Robert Pronge — I recommend checking out these authors:

@the-iceni-bitch - Mr. Freezy Masterlist

[ilovefandoms102]

Captivated by You-Part 3*

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

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

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

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

Part 2 Part 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Swear woman you’re so fucking dumb

Why can’t you do anything right

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

You’re lucky you’re pretty

My pretty little wife, so fucking stupid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bobby!” I gasped, helping him inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck! Shit!” he howled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You aren’t?” he questioned.

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

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

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

Shit was about to get way more complicated…

[recschrisevans]

y\n - i'm cold

Jake, Syd, Lucas - I can't change the temperature

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y\n - I'm cold

Colin, Ari, Jonhy, Nick, Jake, Steve, Me, Mace(Hugging you) - Come here baby, I'll warm you up!

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y\n - I'm cold

Curtis, Frank, Paul, Andy (taking off his surly coat) - I told you to bring a jacket, take mine!

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y\n - I'm cold

Bryce, Ransom, Mr Freezy, Lloyd (taking off a jacket from a random person and giving it to you) - Here, dear!

[georgiapeach30513]

I don’t know if I do 😭 remind me because this sounds yummy.

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One of your biggest dreams was to start your own big family. However, you and your partner Have difficulties in your relationship, because you struggle with getting pregnant. You would give EVERYTHING to have a baby. You have heard from an friend, that there is a guy who is familiar with (Imagine Mr Freezy, he looks creepy yk?) black magic and has already helped many other. At first you find the idea absurd, but you can't get the idea out of your head. After sleeping about it for a few days, you decided to try it out. You go there and he explains to you, that you conclude a contract with the DEVIL and he wants your soul in return. After he has your consent he starts his ritual and shit. When you went home, you immediately geht goosebumps but you don’t worry about it and go to sleep.

You start having nightmares where a dark figure (demon Lloyd) follows you. You don’t know what it is or who it is. You just know his voice. After a while, you get sex dreams 💀 and you can see the shapes body but not his face. YOU KNOW IT FELT GOOD BECAUSE YOU WAKE UP THE NEXT MORNING WITH BRUISES 😃.

You start having pregnancy symptoms etc and when you take a test, it’s positive !!

Lloyd finished his duty but he doesn’t want to let you go because he fell in love with you 🥴

- S 💋

Oh!!! Okay!! I do remember this one!! But just imagine Lloyd becoming completely love drunk off you. But not only that his baby that grows in your belly. He’s obsessed. He in love. But he has no heart. What is becoming of him?