#mr. freezy x y/n

[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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“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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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How can he refuse?

[xcaptain-winterx]

I’m smelling Stockholm syndrome😌 screw Ransom and let’s have this handsome man. Bobby will keep us and eventually lets us out of the room we are in.

Who wouldn’t want to be the wife of a mob boss like him🥰

broken canvas. [dark!mob!Robert Pronge x Reader]

i'm fucked in the head, sorry. pt?

summary -> you pay the price after Ransom crosses another mob boss.

MINORS DNI

warnings -> NONCON. NONCON. NONCON. (p in v, RAPE, unprepared reader, photos are taken). poorly written smut. blood (reader bleeds). slight degradation. pet names (sweets). in all honesty, this was shit, oops.

word count -> ~1.4

You clung onto the wall like a work of art as he admired you like so with a maniacal grin and a menacing glare from his glasses.

He took a step, and you shook a leaf. “So pretty.” His voice permeated through the silence, and the slight growl in his baritone voice did little to ease your nerves as it only proved that this being – this monster – who snuffed out the life of your two guards and swept you away to this horrid prison was no monster at all. He was a man with cruel intentions.

Another step.

“Do you know who I am, sweets?”

You responded with a stiff shake of your head. You didn’t want to let your captor know that his face was, indeed, familiar though you couldn’t quite place it – in fear that he’d take it as if he were just a forgettable face to you.

If he knew you were lying, he didn’t let on.

The man just nodded in contemplation as he stared at you through his spectacles. He took another step, invading your personal space. “So pretty,” he reached out and his ice-cold hand came up to your face. A freezing finger stroking your cheek softly as if he were afraid to damage you – the priceless work of art he just stole.

Unsure of why he repeated it, you let out a shaky breath, “th-thank you.”

“I can see why Drysdale keeps you locked up.”

Upon mention of Ransom, your brows furrowed, and you leaned away from the man. “Ran-Ransom?” You said aloud, your voice and your body trembling still. “Do-do you know him?”

The man nodded and grinned. His teeth baring at you like a predator does its prey. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah, I know him.”

His tone alone told you that this man, who has now crowded you into the wall with little chance of escape, did not think of Ransom as fondly as you did. Had Ransom wronged him? How much danger were you really in?

“Sour little priss that boy of yours is,” the man continued. “Killed one of my men, saying I crossed his territory, can you believe that, sweets?” His hand slammed against the wall – mere inches away from your face. You flinched away, but he didn’t mind. “Told him Rogers was a good guy, even worked for his grandfather decades ago. Now, poof, he’s ashes and I gotta tell his wife, Sharon, that Ransom fucking Drysdale killed her husband.”

You were too afraid to interject. He had to have the wrong Ransom – Hugh, your Hugh – worked for Harlan’s publishing company. He wasn’t entangled with the mob – let alone a murderer.

“He took one of my good guys. And mob tradition is,” he grinned, “eye for an eye.”

“P-please d-don’t hurt me,” you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks, which sent blood flowing through his cock. “R-Ran wouldn’t have – “

“You ain’t know about all this, sweets?”

You shook your head. His tongue ran across the bottoms of his front teeth as he took you in – a beauty trembling against his body, pressed up against the wall.

Initially, yes, Robert Pronge did have the intention of killing you – sending you back in a body bag to Hugh Drysdale. But when he first saw you in the photos Jensen had taken from the Thrombey’s charity gala, he knew that killing such a pretty face would be a crime.

“How innocent,” he chuckled.

A strike against another mob family was not to be taken lightly – taking a mafioso’s best girl was grounds for a crime war. But Robert couldn’t help himself. You were just so damn gorgeous – he had to have you for himself.

“P-please don’t hurt me,” you repeated. Your knees buckled and Robert let you fall to the ground. He watched with fascination as your face planted into his slacks, tears staining the fabric. He couldn’t help his hand pressing you into his leg, sliding you over to his aching dick.

You wept as you tried to push yourself off the man, but his sheer strength kept your face pressed against his hardened cock. “An eye for an eye, gorgeous.”

You shrieked as his hand fisted your hair and pulled you to your feet. He shoved you forward onto the mattress on the floor you’ve inhabited for the past day and a half. You tried to crawl away with your head pounding from both your hair being pulled so hard and your incessant crying.

Robert grabbed your two ankles, forcing your body to lay flat against the mattress as he pinned you down with all his weight. You flailed your limbs in attempt to thwart him but to no avail.

Fabric was ripping all around you, but you didn’t know what it was until you felt his could hands against your bare hips. You cried out as he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you like the monster he truly was.

“You’re so gorgeous, sweets.” He said as his hands flew to the neckline of your blouse and ripped it down along with the front of your bra.

You were bared to him like a new toy on Christmas morning and he smirked down at you, eager to play.

In a last effort to fight back, your hands flew to his face, scratching like a wild animal. It lasted only a few moments until he grabbed both your wrists and pinned you down. His glasses had flown away, cracked against the concrete floor somewhere. His brow displayed a cut, a thin trickle of blood weeping from the broken skin.

His brows furrowed at you and he tsked. “Dumb bitch.”

You begged, “please, please don’t.”

Robert didn’t heed to your cries and pleas as he cuffed both your wrists into one large hand and undid his pants. He pushed them down along with his underwear to reveal his enormous, throbbing cock, the tip angry and glistening with pre-cum. Your hips began to shift, trying to buck him off, but his free hand pressed against your stomach, hard to keep you in place before he pumped his cock a few times and thrust it into your unprepared cunt.

You screamed, body convulsing in pain as he fed your poor pussy his cock. “Take it,” he spat, “take it you stupid bitch.” He bottomed out with one single, slow, and agonizing thrust, swaying his hips as if to taunt you. He released your wrists as he pumped into you slowly before digging through his pants to retrieve his phone.

“N-no,” you murmured as you heard the shutter of the camera. “S-sto-stop.”

He continued to take photos of your cunt filled with his cock. Unbeknownst to you, blood had begun to trickle from your hole, your body unprepared for such an intrusion. The photos highlighted the crimson ring gathered around his cock.

Robert chased his release, despite your cries. To add reprieve from the onslaught of torture, his fingers found its way onto your clit, drawing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and to your dismay, it sparked pleasure.

Intense pleasure. One that had you arching your back into this monster’s chest and moaning with guilt. He watched as you shivered beneath him, biting your lip as you tried to stifle the cries of pleasure, only to fail when he pressed against your stomach again and the tip of his cock grazed your G-spot. You were no longer fighting him, your body giving into the confusing pleasure and the pain – even your hips began to thrust back.

Your body arched again as his cock tapped against your G-spot a few times and a pleasured scream escaped your lips. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, fluttering as you came. He groaned, watching you, as he found his release. The cum spraying against your aching walls a strange comfort. He continued to thrust into you just to watch your body convulse with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Robert basked in the way you trembled and cried. Yes, Ransom kept you pristine and protected in your frame, but Robert Pronge would argue that he created art.

[georgiapeach30513]

Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 3

Summary:  Sundae and you get jealous

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

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, Sundae tears, pissy Robert, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

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This is a bad idea.  Each time a new person comes into your home, and your sweet baby slaps at whatever is closest to her, mouthing dada, you realize how stupid this was.  Sundae hadn’t ever been exposed to too many people at once like this, and she was getting frustrated at Cherry not being there.  

Seeing Robert she squeals at him, making grabby hands to the door, “Hello, my Pretty Girl, and my beautiful baby,” picking her up off your hip, he wraps an arm around you to guide you outside.  “He’ll be here,” he whispers to the two of you.  “He called.”

“Dadadadadadadada,” Sundae repeats, and Robert rolls his eyes.

“We gotta…freaking fix that.”

“She’s confused.  She’s used to seeing Cherry everyday,” Robert jumps when his daughter screams beside him, looking down at her accusatory.  “See?  Cherry.”

“Dadadadadadadada!”

Robert takes a deep calming breath as he looks towards you, “How often were you screaming his name?”

“Funny, I don’t use his nickname during sex,” he turns his face to glare at you, “What?  You’re the one bringing it up.  There’s video evidence to prove it.”

“Now, wer’re fucking talking,” you clear your throat, glancing down at the baby who was still trying to reach behind her.  “We’re freaking talking.  How about tonight…after I say my piece, we watch it while Cherry and I take you apart.”

“Dadadada!” She squeals, trying to look between you and Robert, squealing even louder before grunting.  “No no!”

“Hey, Baby Girl,” Cherry gives you a quick kiss to your temple, and when you and Robert turn around it is blatantly obvious why your daughter is grunting at him.  “I would like for you guys to meet Elena.”

“No no!  My dada!” Reaching out his hands towards the baby, she slaps his hand away looking over at the woman.  “My!”

“Oh, don’t be like that, come here,” she shakes her head no, clinging more onto Robert, and you don’t know how to feel.  Who was this woman?  Where did she come from?  And she just pissed you off looking at her because she was making Sundae upset.  “Sundae, baby, come here.”

“No no!  Ehh!” Sticking out her tongue she blows a raspberry over at the woman.  Giving her a kiss to her chubby cheeks, you completely avoid looking at her, turning your body into Robert’s.  “Dada?” Sundae pouts, and Elena looks between the three of you baffled.

“You didn’t say you had a kid,” ugh, you didn’t even like her voice.  It was grating on your nerves.  Cloying in the sound.  Like nails on a chalkboard.

“She’s fucking mine,” you give Robert a little pinch, but still are thankful he spoke up.  He didn’t care.  All he cared about was letting people know who you and Sundae belonged to.  “She’s confused because I was in prison.  Got it overturned because a nasty…freaking crooked cop was planting…freaking evidence on my case.  Cherry boy here, he kept my Pretty Girl safe.  She was pregnant with my child.  You know, standard stuff.  He…freaking protected her.  And took care of her, didn’t you?”

“Not here, Robert,” Cherry warns him.  Still trying to get Sundae’s attention that was hiding her face from him.  “Sunny, won’t you let me hold you?” She shakes her head no, and you want him to know that she had been waiting on him.  Had been watching the door every time it opened.  Had a happy squeal stop the moment she realized it was not him.  But right now, he didn’t deserve that.  

“Baby?”

“Babe, why don’t we get us a beer,” Elena pompously answers.  You didn’t like anything about this woman.  But Robert was the one who’s anger was growing wilder every second.  You and Sundae were uncomfortable in your own home.

Cherry brought an outsider here, and his baby and his Pretty Girl were…well, you were both jealous.  He could see it in your eyes.  Feel it in the way you tried to ignore Cherry and this woman.  Robert wants to laugh, all except for the part that you and his daughter were not happy.  This he couldn’t have.  

He watches Cherry being practically dragged outside by this girl, and even Cherry was looking back at Sundae.  You are a grown woman, but he did not like that little girl refusing to be held by him.  It hurt deeper than he could have ever fathomed, and even the way you were refusing to meet his eyes hurt him in the pit of his stomach.

“Pretty Girl, I’m going to go outside.  Come on.”

“Give me a minute,” you answer softly, looking over at your daughter who had her bottom lip puckered out.  Hurting you was one thing, hurting the most precious thing in your life was something completely different.  Sundae didn’t deserve to feel left out in her home.  She was too young to worry about feeling jealous, especially when it was concerning Cherry.

“Mama,” she buries her face in your chest, and you hate that woman.  Pissed off at Cherry, but you hate that woman.  Even thought about asking Robert to take care of the situation, but that would be cruel.  He would do it.  You didn’t know anything about this woman, other than you just didn’t like her.  Didn’t like how she was touching him.  You told Robert this was a bad idea, and this was proving it.  “Mama, out!”

“I know, sweetheart, you want to go outside.  Come on.”

“Dada?” She tilts her head to the side, giving you a pitiful little grin, and you wonder how Cherry could do this to her.  You were one thing.  He didn’t leave the other night on good terms, but Sundae?  

Walking outside, her eyes scan the backyard, whining a moment when she spots that woman sitting in Cherry’s lap, and you have to remind yourself that he’s not yours.  “Mama, dune,” Sundae tells you, reaching for your face.  You look around a moment, and just didn’t feel comfortable with her crawling around with all these people.  She could get trampled on.  Had it only been Cherry like you wanted, she could have played in her space, “Dada!”

Her yell was more distressed than anything, and caught the attention of the right person.  Cherry looks at the woman, and politely pushes her off as he makes his way to you, leaving the woman behind, and every step makes Sundae’s smile get even bigger.  Her chunky little legs kick around, until he holds out his hands, and takes her in his arms.  “I think she’s jealous,” you state as he holds her close to his chest.  Rocking himself back and forth.  He missed her as well.

“Is she the only one?” You glare at him.  He was being unfair.  You wanted to talk to him, and to Robert, just not with all these people.  “I see.”

“Cherry, it’s not like that.”

“Then tell me what it’s like?  Tell me why it’s fair that I was there during the pregnancy, I was there when we brought her home, I was there raising her with you, and then Robert comes home, and…”

“He is her father, and I love him.  I can’t just,” you pause a moment as you start to get upset, looking towards Robert who was nursing a beer, and stands up to come closer to you.  “He’s a part of my life.”

“Yes, and you’ve made that clear.  And I’m not in that equation anymore.  You got what you needed out of me.”

“Now, wait a fucking minute,” Robert grunts as he walks beside the three of you, “That’s not…can we talk after the fucking party party?”

“We’re talking now.  You both used me.  And I have…I developed,” he looks at Robert regretfully, because the last thing he wants is to insult him, but he had enough.  This was silly, this back and forth.  And he was the third wheel.  “I developed feelings for you and Sundae.  And as soon as he comes home, I’m thrown out,” you shake your head no, already feeling your heart breaking, because this wasn’t true.  This was a bad idea.

“And I can’t watch you two.  I can’t pretend that I don’t want to be a part of it, and you…you’re never going to allow that, Robert.”

“I never fucking said that.  Can we wait until after the fucking party?” You give him a little squeeze of his hand, trying to remind him that Sundae was around.  “No, I’m talking to him how I fucking talk.  This needs to be done in goddamn private.”

“Then you should have asked for just me.  I’m moving on,” he gives Sundae a hard kiss to her cheek.  Extending her back to you, but she cries reaching for him.  A steady dadadadadada flowing off her lips.  “I’m not your daddy.”

“Dada!” She screeches when you grab her.  Her body flailing around trying to get back in his arms.

“You’re leaving a fucking baby?” Robert shouts at him as he heads back to that woman.  “She’s fucking screaming for you.”

“Then deal with her!  She’s your daughter.  Not mine, remember?” Now you were the one crying.  Walking into the house, and into your bedroom.  Removing yourself and your distraught baby from the situation.  “It’s time for you to start standing up for your family.”

“And it’s time for you to stop being a fucking pansy ass mother fucker!”

“Blame me,” he grabs Elena’s hand, walking to the gate, instead of going through the house.  He didn’t want to hear Sundae.  Didn’t want to rush to that baby and hold her until her tears stopped.  Could almost see her starting to hold her breath because she was so upset.  “Whatever you need to do so you can’t be at fault, huh?”

“You better shut your goddamn mouth.  I was going to fucking tell you something.”

“Then fucking tell me!” Cherry drops Elena’s hand, holding his arms out as he stares at Robert.  “Tell me!  What the hell do you even have to say?  Yeah,” Cherry lets out an annoyed laugh, “That’s what I thought.  Choked.  If you’ve got something to say, say it.”

“She loves you!”

“Which one?” Robert takes a heaving breath, looking around at his backyard.  He couldn’t admit this to Cherry, so what made him think he could admit to everyone here?  You were right.  This was a bad idea.  “Go on, tell me?  Which fucking one, Freezy?  Is it the baby that calls me daddy, or is it your…fuck off!  I don’t fucking need this shit.  Let’s go!” He doesn’t bother grabbing Elena’s hand as he stomps out of the yard.  

Robert looks around at the guests who were still completely silent, waiting on whatever it was that was going to happen.  All of them frozen, and scared to move.  “Get the fuck out of my mother fucking house!”

He picks up a table, tilting it back as bags of chips crash to the ground.  “Out!  Everybody fucking out!” No one wanted to be on the other side of Robert’s wrath.  Everyone scurries off, while Robert wails fuck up at the sky.  Wanting to throw a beer bottle, but Sundae played out here.  Wanted to shoot something, but there were no contracts.  

He was confused.  Cherry was the only exception.  He loved Cherry in his way, too.  But you were just as in love with Cherry as he was you.  Both of you were struggling to admit what was going on, and Robert was too confused on how to get the two of you together.  “Fuuuck!” He screams again.  He didn’t know.  Didn’t know what to do or how to make it right.  

He hated seeing his baby girl reach for Cherry, screaming for him as he walked away.  Now he was pissed because Cherry hurt two people; you and his daughter.  Cherry was either going to talk to the two of you like a man, or Cherry was going to be gone forever.  This would not happen again.

He trudges back in the house, going into the bedroom to see you holding a sniffling baby.  “Let me hold her,” he says softly, and Sundae does go to him easily.  Her little lip trembles with every sniffle she makes as he holds her on his chest.  “There there, darling.  It’s going to be okay.  Pretty Girl, I’m going to make this right.  Man to man.  Just me and…him,” Sundae takes a few staggered breaths, smacking her lips, and she rubs her hands over her eyes.  “Is her sleepy?  Her needs her little ice cream cone.”

There was something too adorable about seeing Robert baby talk to his little baby girl.  Rocking her as he walks around, trying to calm her, and you get up to get her stuffed ice cream cone.  Giving him a moment to bond with his daughter as he kisses around her head.  He would make it right.  You and Sundae were not going to be upset again.  Cherry was the perfect accompaniment to your odd family.  He was in fact, the cherry on top.

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

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

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

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

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

SHG for killers (1) - The first meeting

Self-help group for killers masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lovelytsunoda]

the right temperature to be keeping you warm // daniel ricciardo (kinktober day 6!)

summary: she’s not used to october being as warm as it is when she joins daniel in perth for thanksgiving. the heat is unbearable, and daniel has a fun way to cool her down.

prompt: temperature play

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

warnings: ice play, lots of giggling and laughter, daniel is incapable of taking anything seriously.

"jesus, danny, it's just at hot inside as it was on the patio! at least in here there's a bit of a breeze from the fan!" she groaned, falling back against the sofa, sweat-marred tank top plastered to her skin.

she considered herself lucky she was wearing pumpkin orange and not white, otherwise everybody in a ten mile radius could probably see her bra.

danny laughed, taking the shopping bags into the kitchen. "is it not usually this hot in october back in canada?"

"uh, no? there was one year it snowed in october. like, on halloween. canadian weather doesn't make sense, usually our octobers are just wall-to-wall rain."

"sorry, sugar. i can't control the weather, unfortunately." danny hummed, opening the freezer to grab two mr. freeze ice lollys.

his lover was still lying on the couch, arm thrown over her closed eyes while she used her free hand to dan her face. with a devilish grin on his face, danny sat next to her on the couch, eyes trained on where her shirt had ridden up to show off her midriff.

holding the freezie carefully, he pressed the wrapper against her stomach, the thin layer of ice melting almost as soon as it touched her belly. she shrieked, jumping slightly. daniel laughed, moving to pull the freezie away before she gripped his wrist, pulling the coldness back to her skin.

she rolled her eyes at the aussie, shuffling so her crossed feet rested on her boyfriend's lap. "i'm annoyed at you for making a joke out of this, but it feels nice. refreshing. it's cooling me down."

danny raised an eyebrow. she looked up at him through her eyelashes, blinking slightly before she realized that daniel had the look.

and god help anyone who got between daniel and his love when he had the look.

danny pulled away from her, taking the mr.. freeze with him as he went back to the open kitchen, large windows letting in the light and illuminating his silhouette like some kind of greek god or adonis.

"babe, what are you doing?"

"close the blinds and take off you clothes!" danny shouted back. "just trust me on this! leave your bra and panties on, though!"

she rolled her eyes, forcing herself to get up from her position of rest on the couch. she was glad to get out of her sweat-stained clothes anyways, flipping the white blinds closed in one twist of the plastic tab before she began to undress.

danny came back into the living room with a tray of ice cubes in his hand and a devious look on his face. because he had an idea. a very good, definitely not sexual idea. read: the idea was almost entirely sexual.

he beckoned y/n back over the couch, instructing her to lay down and get comfortable. out of the corner of her eyes, she kept trying to give danny a questioning look, hoping he would tell her literally anything at all.

"patience, pretty girl." he grinned, popping an ice cube out of the silicone tray. "good things come to those who wait. literally."

she playfully stuck her tongue out as daniel settled in next to her, placing the ice cube on her burning skin, gently pushing it over her belly button. he was attentive, watching the way goosebumps rose on her skin, the small trail of water that the ice cube left behind as he chauffeured it around on the edge of his finger.

the way she sucked in a breath, biting her lip to stop from whining.

he smiled roguishly, bringing his head down towards her stomach and sucking the ice cube into his mouth. at the feeling of his warm lips contrasting with the icy cold of the ice cube on her stomach, she gasped, arching into danny. he smiled against her, using his tongue to push the cube around her skin.

she moaned at the sensation, an honest to god moan. “oh, danny.” she breathed, tangling her hands in his hair, and giving one of his curls a tug.

daniel moaned, the ice cube slipping out of his mouth and sliding right off her skin and onto the couch. they both laughed as daniel reached for another one.

“is this making it better, pretty girl?”

“much.” she hummed, running her thumb over his cheekbones. “but I need more. I need you to eat me out.”

daniel laughed before softly kissing her thigh, running his cold tongue over her skin, watching her lips curve upwards in a smile.

"my pretty girl." he mumbled, snaking his chilled fingers underneath her cotton panties, slowly teasing them down her legs. "such a good fucking girl for me."

he drew back, making a show out of dramatically placing the ice cube into his mouth before leaning back in, running the ice cube gently over the skin around her entrance.

"fuck, danny."

"the condensation from the ice cube was mixing with the evidence of her arousal, making it almost impossible for daniel to keep a grip on it. the ice cube slipped out of his mouth a few times before he gave up, allowing it to fall to the couch cushions.

"so worked up for me, sugar. yeah, you're so wet for me that i can't even hold the ice cube against you. slips right outta my mouth."

he couldn;t wait any longer, pressing his tongue up against where she ached for him most. she let out a strangled moan, thighs threatening to close around his head.

daniel smiled against her, ready to immediately shower her with all the praise she could need.

and there would be lots and lots of praise, because it was going to be a very long afternoon spent tucked between the thinnest sheets in his linen closet and showing her all the ways in which he loved her and her sexy body.

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[littlelioncub43]

Horny thought with basement husband robert pronge

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

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

[xcaptain-winterx]

Robert is the perfect mixture between fuck her till she’s passed out and kiss the ground she walks on🤧🤧🤧

At some time Robert will finally divorce his wife, so he can have us 24/7

His Fucktoy

Kinktober 2022 - Day 4

Pairing: Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader

Kink: Degrading

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Robert’s wife leaves for the weekend and you come over and he doesn’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (nipple play, vaginal fingering, squirting, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, rough sex, daddy kink, degrading, pussy slapping, spanking), slight!soft!Robert, slight aftercare, reader being a tease

a/n: Here is Day 4! I hope you like it and this was my first time writing Robert Pronge so I hope I did good!

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[nocturne-pisces]

Chum The Waters

Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x PlusSize!MafiaDon!Reader

warnings: violence, murder, gore, smut- my warnings are not exhaustive: dead dove, do not eat

a/n: welcome to part one. i've been sitting on this draft for like six months and finally i have dedicated the time to it. thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta reading.

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It’s visceral.

It always has been.

And Bobby thinks it’s something about that viscera that keeps him coming back for more, thinks it’s something about that sinew and flesh and how easily it rips and tears that makes him crave it like a fucking drug.

The skin on his knuckles is bruised, broken from jagged teeth and protruding bone, but he doesn’t stop. He loves his work, he loves the person he does it for, everything in his life has come up aces and he’s just fucking robbed Vegas.

He grunts as he lands another blow to the man he has chained down. He’s going to kill the guy eventually, but they all talk sooner or later. It’s all about finding that sweet spot of too much pain to stay quiet, right before you get to I give up let me die.

He has to keep them hopeful enough that they’ll survive, that something is still in it for them, keep them delirious enough to believe that he would let them go, so they’ll keep feeding him information that he can give to you.

The man below him grunts as Bobby’s knuckles crunch against his already broken nose.

“C’mon Baizen, you know how to make it stop.” Bobby swings again, Carter’s lip under his fist busting open. His head lolls forward, the flow of blood and saliva falling into his lap.

“I don’t fuckin’ know anything, man,” Carter sobs. He’s lying. Bobby knows he’s lying. Carter knows that Bobby knows he’s lying, but he’s still hanging on to hope that someone is coming for him.

“Your funeral.” Robert fists Carter’s hair, lifting his head so another blow can break his browbone. His goes to rear back and swing again, but stops short when his phone starts ringing a 16-bit version of You Are My Sunshine. He bought it specifically for you.

His thumb smudges blood across the screen as he swipes to answer, bringing it to his ear as Carter spits at his feet. Bobby’s face twists in disgust and he kicks Carter’s chair backward, the thump of his head hitting the concrete floor reverberating off the walls.

“Hey, baby,” he’s breathy from exertion and if you didn’t know for a fact that he was beating information out of another man you might be concerned. Confirmation of his activities coming in the form of Carter’s groan in the background.

“Hi, honey. How’s it going down there?” Your voice is corn syrup through his system, sickly sweet and tree sap slow.

“Pretty boy hasn’t started talkin’ yet, but I still ain’t busted out the tools either.” Carter doesn’t miss Bobby’s arrogance, answering with a choked laugh.

“Fuck you, Pronge,” he calls, blood pooling under his head from his cracked skull.

Bobby sighs, his heavy breath crackling against the receiver.

“He’s just a pusher, sweetheart. Not big enough to rile you up so much. You’ve never let me down and I know you won’t start now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Get what you can and come back to me. And don’t leave a mess!”

The lilt of your laughter echoes through the receiver, his heart skipping a beat or two as the corners of his lips curl skyward. Another soft Yes ma’am uttered before the call ends.

Bobby pockets his phone, the smile falling from his face as he turns back to Carter. He rights the chair he’s tied to and Carter’s head lolls forward, his chin hitting his chest as he fights the spins.

The slide of metal against metal makes Carter look up, his breath coming out in a huff when he sees the curve of the crowbar in Bobby’s hand. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, man.” 

“Not even a little bit. I told you that you knew how to make it stop.” 

Baizen takes shallow breaths in, steels himself for what he knows is coming as Bobby winds himself up like a Yankee’s batter. All Pronge really has to do is swing like he’s going to shatter Carter’s kneecap and the kid breaks. 

“Okay! Okay, okay, I get it. Fuck. Fuck!” Carter knows he’s about to give up his boss, knows he’s about to have to flee the country to be able to keep his ability to walk. Bobby stands there expectantly, twirling the crowbar in his fist.

“A few days ago Rogers got something like four or five trashbags full of fuckin’ body parts. They were all people that worked for him. People that had come through here to make a delivery and never made it back. They have a suspicion that it was Barnes. All the pieces looked like shark feed. So, they’ve called a meeting in Omaha to settle territory lines.”

The corner of Bobby’s mouth tugs up in a smile, the work that he’s had a hand in still unnoticed by mafia Don’s that seem to be unaware of his bosses presence. It was ideal, what you and he wanted, to be invisible until it was too late- and everything seemed to be going just as you’d planned. You were going to be so pleased with him. The thought of your soft smile pointed in his direction makes his cock twitch in his white slacks.

“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Carter brings Bobby back to the present, where he’s still standing in the dank basement of a meat processing plant interrogating a kid that can’t be any older than 22. He almost feels bad for what he’ll do next, but all is fair in love and war or whatever Shakespeare said.

“It was six bags.” 

“Huh?” Carter’s eyebrows pinch together, the implications of Bobby knowing how many bags of body parts there were taking just a second longer to settle in his brain. “Oh my god, it was-”

“Me, yeah.” Bobby takes lazy steps towards his toolbox, deposits his crowbar before reaching into the second drawer to pull out a sleek black 9mm. He turns and points it directly at Carter’s head, pulling the trigger before the kid can beg for mercy.

His whites are fresh, not a speck of blood to be seen. His hair pulled back into a low ponytail to get his hair out of his face, you always said you didn’t like it when he hid behind his hair. He checks his reflection one more time before he knocks on your office door, your voice answering from the other side and beckoning him in.

Your hand rests in a fluffy head of hair, your personal security sitting cross legged at your feet with his head rested against your thigh. Justin perks up when the office door opens, surveying the person entering for any ill intent. He knows Bobby, has worked with him quite a few times, so it’s not a surprise when he closes his eyes again and rests back against you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you croon, Bobby’s icy exterior melting almost instantly. 

“Hey, boss.” 

“How did it go?” 

Bobby closes the gap between you, makes himself comfortable in the chair in front of your ornate desk. You don’t miss the cologne he put on for this meeting, he always tried so hard to impress you. 

“I have a couple updates for you,” he replies, and you take the opportunity to get Justin’s attention. You hand him your credit card, plant a kiss on his forehead, and tell him to head down to the arcade for a little bit, that you’d text him when you needed him. Justin dismisses himself with a sweet smile only moments later, leaving you alone with Bobby, buzzing to hear the information he pulled out the west coast kid you’d caught.

You stand from your chair, round your desk so you can stand in front of Bobby, close enough to brush the stray hairs from his forehead. He doesn’t understand sometimes how you ended up a Don. How, through all your sunshine and kindness, you came into power over some of the most violent men he’d ever met. The thought of you covered in blood, terrifying and beautiful, stiffens his already aching cock. 

“What do you have for me?” 

Bobby clears his throat, gathering his thoughts through the haze you cause his brain every time you’re this close to him. 

“Rogers got your presents and they think Barnes sent them. They’re planning a meetup in Omaha soon to come to a truce.” 

Your blinding smile thickens that haze, it makes his mouth go dry when you point it at him.

“Oh, that’s perfect, Bobby.” He feels your praise deep in the pit of his stomach, and it’s not hard to see the way he already strains against his pants. “I couldn’t have done it without you, sweetheart.” 

You bend at the waist to kiss his cheek, a low moan rumbling in his chest when you make contact. You’ve always loved being in the position of power you were, loved how dangerous men prostrated themselves before your feet for the chance to make you happy. 

Bobby was one of those men. 

Smart, cunning, ruthless, and absolutely stupid for you.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he replies, his eyes fixated on your knees, the flush of his cheeks sending a throb straight between your thighs. 

“Do you want me to show you how grateful I am?”

Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.

Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.

“You’ve always wanted a taste, haven’t you?”

You step out of your heels, dropping the four inches they added to your height when your feet land back on plush carpet. The tip of your toe coasts up Bobby’s shin, using his knee to push your ass up onto your desk.

Your skirt is tight, but not so tight that you can’t pull it up over the globes of your ass and spread your legs wide. His eyeline moves from your face to the panel of your panties, already glittering with the arousal he’s caused.

His knees hit the floor, in worship or prayer you’re not sure, and his hushed oh my god doesn’t give you further clue. You rest your weight back on your elbow and prop a leg up, hooking a finger into your underwear so you can pull them to the side.

He looks back up at you for permission, the ring of blue circling his blown pupils magnified in his glasses.

Your fingers slip between your folds, the pornographic sound of your slick making Bobby growl with a growing need that he swears is going to consume him whole.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” you coo, leaning forward to slide his glasses off his face and set them next to you. “Come get it.”

His vision is fuzzed over but he feels like he could locate the center of your heat by smell alone. He lurches forward, pulls your thighs over his shoulders and feasts on your cunt.

His hungry groans vibrate against your clit, the plush of his bottom lip sealing off for a perfect suction.

“Oh, fuck,” you keen, your hands slipping into the hair he brushed just for you. “That’s it, Bobby. Just like that.”

Your praise only spurs him on, makes him flip his palm up under his chin and work two fingers into your already pulsing pussy. He feels as they get sucked in deeper, and he can’t restrain himself any longer.

The hand not buried two knuckles deep makes quick work of his belt, rips the button open on his slacks and tears down the zipper. He reaches into his boxers and tugs himself in time with your clenching.

His fingers hook up into your silk walls and the brush against your g-spot has your hands curling hard against his scalp, bucking your hips against his mouth and chasing your release. “Shit, Bobby. Right there.”

Bobby tries to time his release with yours, tries so hard to stave himself off until he feels you let go against his face, but he can’t. He spills over his hand like a goddamn teenager at a fucking drive in and his faltering movements have you looking down.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

He should be embarrassed, but he swears if he ever gets the chance to feel you from the inside he wouldn’t be so quick. Your smile down at him is still sweet, even though you’re poking fun, and he takes it as a challenge.

You drag in a gasp when he reattaches himself to your clit, his hands finding a renewed vigor in pushing every button he can find. You drop back against your desk, your knuckles cracking under the hold you have at the edge of the wood.

“Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t have to pull away for you to feel his grunted I won’t against your cunt. Your moans climb in pitch and volume and you fist the hair on either side of his head as you’re shoved over the precipice of your orgasm, his tongue laid flat so you can rut against his face.

He greedily drinks up every drop, the surface beneath your ass dry when he finally gives you reprieve. He stows himself away and shuffles your skirt back down to cover you, making sure your dignity remains intact in case anyone barges in.

It takes a few minutes to recover- for your heart rate to settle and your breathing to even out, but when it does you affectionately fit his glasses back on his face and drop a kiss on his slick stained cheek.

“Thank you, Bobby. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome, boss.”

He looks up at you where the tiniest amount of sweat has beaded against your hairline and thinks that you’ve never looked more beautiful.

You slide off your desk, fit your pumps back onto your feet, and settle back in your desk chair. You scoop your phone from the surface and text Justin that he can come back, getting a singular heart emoji in response.

“Would you mind getting in contact with Barber and letting him know that my patience is waning with those permits?”

“Anything for you,” comes Bobby’s reply, in a love sick tone he hopes isn’t too thick.

“You’re such a sweetheart. What would I do without you?”

It’s that sweet summer smile that makes his heart flutter, the one he’d dismember his own mother to see again.

“I imagine you’d get blood all over those pretty hands.” Bobby doesn’t joke often, so it’s always a treat when he does.

“Well, I’m an incredibly lucky lady to have you taking care of it for me.”

[pedrosyouknowwhat]

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

awww :( mr freezy my mean baby ❤️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were out before your blood stained the sheets.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He tried to hold you, but you wriggled away.

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

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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 2

Summary:  Robert needs to know what you’re thinking

Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Destoryer!Chris “Cherry, Robert X Pretty Girl

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Warnings:  language, mentions of sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.5K

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Robert sits up in the bed, looking over at your sleeping and worn body, cracking his neck, before he walks into the kitchen.  Ready for some coffee, and to start the day.  It had been a year since his last job, and he was aching to get the business started back up, especially since Cherry was officially going to be his partner.  

Walking into the kitchen, he lets out an inaudible groan at Cherry sitting there shirtless and holding onto Sundae.  Smiling down at the baby, who babbles up at him.  “You’re up early,” Robert informs him, walking to make him a cup of coffee that Cherry had already made a full pot of.

“Yeah, well, this little one right here, wakes up pretty early.  You don’t cry though, do you, Sundae?  Nope, she just giggles and does her little talking until someone picks her up.  She only cries if she gets ignored, huh?” The baby grabs at a ringed finger before she starts chewing on them.  Looking over at her father, with her chubby cheeks.

“You really bonded with my daughter, huh?”

“Yeah, well, Pretty Girl was…”

“Good morning,” you say happily.  Looking at your daughter who squeals, kicking her legs, and pulsing her fist.  “How long have you been awake, my beautiful Sundae?”

“About an hour.”

“Oh,” walking over to the sweetest thing in your life, you pick her up, turning to walk out the way you came, “Excuse me.”

Robert follows your body, until you completely disappear from the kitchen.  Leaning over he tries to get a longer look at your retreating, but ends up just frowning.  “She’s going to nurse.  The hand gesture, Sundae was signing for milk.  She nurses only once in the morning, once in the evening, and then she has stored milk that Sundae drinks out of a bottle.”

“Why the fuck can’t she just do that in here?  I barely got to fucking see my daughter, and then she just…ugh, it’s like I’m a stranger in my own goddamn house.”

“She doesn’t…I don’t think she knows how you will respond to her body being used for the baby.  Her breasts…”

“Tits.  They’re fucking tits,” Robert says angrily, still trying to look around the corner to no avail.

“Her tits have always been a source of pleasure for the two of you.  Now they’re being used for your daughter.  She’s just overwhelmed,” Cherry takes a long sip of his coffee, and takes a bite of his breakfast sandwich.  “There’s several in the fridge.  It’s easier for her to meal prep with the baby.”

“Meal prep?  Where the fuck am I?  This just so fucking…why the fuck are you telling me about my Pretty Girl?” Cherry slowly looks up at Robert as the man stands and looks in the freezer.  “What the fuck is this shit.”

“Easy, that’s Sundae’s milk throughout the rest of the day.  She switched to bottles to hopefully help you bond with her.  That way you can feed your daughter.”

“And this shit?”

“The breakfast sandwiches.  Put it in the microwave.”

“This is really starting to piss me off.  I come home, and everything is fucking different.  Your fucking room is upstairs and…”

Cherry’s brows furrow as he glares at Robert.  Trying to remain as calm as possible, because your room wasn’t that far away, and Sundae woke up in a good mood.  “My room is upstairs, because Sundae’s is in my old room.  It was easier for her to get to the baby without walking upstairs.  I told you the meal prepping has been the easiest because Sundae is needy.  She had some minor complications.  It’s nothing major, and breathing treatments seem to help a lot.  Her diet had to change because Sundae seems to have allergies to a lot of food.  Her body produces the milk.  But this is what we had to do to keep everything as normal as possible.”

Robert’s hand slams on the table, and Cherry bites at his lip.  He was getting to his irrational side, where only one person could talk him out of it.  And you were currently having your morning routine with his daughter.  “You know what’s best for my daughter and my Pretty Girl?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Last night you told me what was best for her mid-fuck.”

“You were trying to shove her cock in your cunt where I already was.  She was fucking overwhelmed.”

“She wants to be shared by us, and then doesn’t.  You already have a relationship with my daughter.  You know more about my fucking house than I fucking do.  Do you love my Pretty Girl?”

Cherry leans back in his chair, shaking his head laughing, “You’re being stupid.”

“Do.  You.  Fucking.  Love.  My.  Pretty Girl?”

“Of course I do!  How the hell do you spend time with someone and protect them and not love them?”

“So you think you’re going to steal not just my daughter from me, but my fucking woman?  She is mine!”

“I never said she wasn’t.  That’s not even what I fucking mean.  I love you, too,” Robert clears his throat, laughing at the man.  “Our dicks were touching last night, and you allow me to fuck your Pretty Girl, and you think you don’t love me, too?”

“I’m not…”

“I never said you were.  Love.  You can love someone and be willing to die for them, and not be in love with them.  Ya get it?  Fuck,” he stands, and puts his plate in the dishwasher.  Turning to stare at him.  “She’s yours.  Okay?  Is that what you wanna hear?”

“Damn straight she’s fucking mine.  You’re the one that thinks he knows more than me about my Pretty Girl and my daughter.”

“Birthing Sundae changed her.  You going to prison changed her.  She’s not the same.  Why do you think she was acting like that last night?  There’s consequences for our actions and…”

“Don’t fucking tell me how my Pretty Girl is.  You have no idea.”

Cherry completely ignores Robert, continuing on his own monologue, and wanting so desperately to tell him everything.  Telling him all the truth, and how he knew you didn’t want to choose.  He could feel you wanted them both.  “I was there when she pushed that baby out of her.  Held her hand the whole time.  Slept beside her.  Walked her to the shower.  Helped her bathe.  Made sure she wasn’t drowning in her postpartum depression.”

“And I was in fucking prison because you fucking told me it was the only damn way!” Shouting now, Robert stands up, and walks even closer to Cherry.  Not sure exactly what he wanted to do, just knowing he was furious.  All those months without you, all so he could be here and try to take you from him.  Robert liked having Cherry around.  He was useful, and the sex was beyond hot.

“It was the only fucking way, and you know it.  You knew exactly what you were getting into, and you agreed to it, and that was before you ever got her involved!  You were the one that…”

“I fucking fell in love with her!  I had a daughter, and I missed everything.”

“Because you chose to cum in her every time.  You know how it works.  You secretly liked knowing that you could fuck a baby into her.  It was just something else you could throw in Paul’s jank ass face.  All those years he tried with her, and never could.  You had another upper hand over him.  But I’m done with this arguing.  It’s not good for her or your daughter.  Call me when you’ve calmed down, we have a job to do,” Cherry turns, grabbing his shirt off the couch before walking out the door.  He doesn’t come to see how you were doing, or even say goodbye.  

Cherry was frustrated that Robert just didn’t seem to get it.  He didn’t understand how the three of you had made this odd relationship work.  Robert was too possessive for his own good, and he hoped that it wasn’t his friend’s undoing.  He was fiercely protective of you, and Cherry knew it would extend to Sundae as well.  But dammit, Cherry knew the three of you could make it work, and it was tearing you apart trying to choose.  

He balanced Robert’s anger out.  You were the sweetness in the relationship, and he was the strong and steady one in the relationship.  But he couldn’t do this.  He couldn’t be in a competition with Robert, because you had this undeniable loyalty to him.  Cherry just didn’t realize it extended to him in the same capacity.  

Looking down at your daughter, she pulls off smiling.  Her mouth opens and closes, repeating dadadadadada over and over again, “You have got to quit calling Cherry that.  Robert is your daddy.  Cherry is your,” you didn’t know what to call him.  He played the father role for so long.  He loved her just as deeply as a father could his daughter.  

“Come on,” you say playfully, and her face lights up.  Wiping around her mouth, you walk back into the kitchen, only to find Robert sitting with his head on the table.  “Robert, what’s going on?”

“Do you love him?”

“I-I-I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Cherry.  Chris.  Daddy, whatever you’re calling him these days, do you love him?” You smile awkwardly at him, moving Sundae to the other hip, while she looks around for Cherry.  “It’s either a yes or a no.  Do you love him?”

“I love you.”

“That’s not…do you fucking love Cherry.”

“Dadadadada!” Sundae claps at Cherry’s name, and you give her a soft shush.

“You do,” he runs his hand through his hair.  Reaching towards the baby and you shake your head no.  “Give me my daughter.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I just want to hold her.  Do you actually think I would hurt her?” With tears in your eyes, you hand Sundae off to her father, and she slaps her hand on the table, still chattering about her dada.  “Did you or he tell her to call him that?”

“Nobody told her.  She does this mommy and me thing at the rec center.  Every now and then the daddy’s would come, too.  I had no one else, Robert.  She picked it up from the other babies.  It’s not her fault.  It’s not Cherry’s fault.”

“You would try to protect him,” you grimace at his words, wondering how he could be so cruel to you.  “Where does that leave me?”

“Here.  Right here with us.”

“And Cherry?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Maybe we should send him on his way?  His job here of protecting you is done.” You shake your head no, but can’t look him in the eye.  “Why, Pretty Girl?  Why don’t you want him to…freaking leave?”

“He’s your partner.  The two of you work together.  And you don’t trust people.  He’s good and loyal to you, and…Sundae is fond of him, and I…I don’t want him to go.”

“Because you love him and want him here with you.”

“I love you!”

“Yeah, well, it’s pretty obvious you…freaking love him, too, hmm?  It’s him or me,” you shake your head no, refusing to answer that question.  “You want both?”

“I want things to be how they were.”

“Oh, you, me, and him together.  Fucking…freaking…all the time?”

“Why is everything about sex with you?  Is that all I am?  Just flesh to get your dick wet?  I want to hear how you feel about me that doesn’t include your pussy.  Is that all you love?  I gave up everything to be with you because I love your weird psychotic self.  The one who is a murderer for hire.  I love you.”

“You think my pussy is the only thing I love?”

You shrug.  Throwing your hands up in the air, you start pacing around the kitchen.  So many of your memories with Robert revolved around sex.  And you wondered if that’s all it was from him.  He lifts his neck, and turns it to the side to show you the ice cream cone brand on his jawline, playfully pulling up Sundae’s hand to touch it, and she giggles at him.

“I ain’t never let a woman control me.  Never let a woman be anything more than a quick and easy lay.  You fucking…freaking own me.  You put your brand on my…freaking skin, and I wear that shi…stuff proudly.  And you want to question that all I love is what’s in between your legs?  I guess, we don’t really know each other like I thought we did.”

“You never tell me.  I tell you I love you all the time, Robert.  You never…”

“I fucking love you!  I love you, and I hate this arguing.  I hate this back and forth, and I hate that he knows my daughter more than me, and I’m also thankful that he was here.  She had lung problems?  You didn’t tell me.  I don’t know her routines.  I didn’t know why you were taking her out of the room.  I don’t know anything.  And I have all these things floating around in my head that I can’t explain, and I don’t…I don’t know, Pretty Girl.  I’m confused.  I’m not supposed to feel like this.”

“Robert,” you whisper, stepping closer to him and Sundae.  You needed him to put all his feelings into words, because you wanted to make sense out of things, too.  It seemed he was feeling the exact same confusing emotions concerning Cherry.

“Can you be in love with two people at once?”

“You love Cherry?” You ask, genuinely curious as to what his answer would be.

“I was talking about you,” you shrug, unsure how to answer.  Scared to answer truthfully, “Be honest.  Do you love him?” Although it was a small movement, you nod your head.  “What do we do?”

“You have to be okay with him in the relationship.”

“I’m not fucking him and he damn for sure ain’t fucking me.”

“Robert, your daughter is in your hands.”

“I’m not freaking him and he dern for sure ain’t freaking me,” you giggle, shaking your head at him.  “I’m serious.”

“You two have been close enough.  No one would ask that of you, Freezy baby.”

“I’m the husband.  He’s the boyfriend.”

“Oh, really?” Robert nods his head, puckering his lips up for you to give him a kiss.  “You’re going to have to apologize.  You know, if you two want to argue about me, maybe you should not do it in the same house.  But you need to apologize, and we need to…have a conversation with him.”

“A party,” you start to shake your head, but Robert puts his hand over your mouth.  “Not like that raging party like we had last time.  But do the stupid little grilling out, so Sundae can be there.  See how…”

“Don’t you think this is best to have a conversation with him alone.”

“A party is for him to get here.  And then we can have a conversation later that night,” you thought this wasn’t the best idea, but Robert wasn’t changing his mind.  He seemed completely content with having a get together with the neighbors, and maybe a few of your family members.  It would be so much easier just to call Cherry and have this conversation today, but Robert was never the one for subtleties, and that is why he left too much unsaid.  He should have listened to you.

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Good Girl 3

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

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut and noncon/dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 3

It had been seven hours. Seven long hours of finding different ways to make George scream and beg for mercy. He beat him, broke all the fingers on his right hand, smashed his left knee with a hammer, cut off three toes and two fingers, and ripped out a few teeth. He took a grater to his face and had some fun with pliers, a lighter and a hand saw. He wanted him to suffer, but had to keep him alive. It wasn’t time yet.

Pronge waved the red handset in front of George’s face. “You ready to make that fucking call?”

“Yes,” George admitted weakly.

“Give me the number asshole. And it better be the correct one this time. You don’t want to lose anything else, do you?” He stared at his crotch to make sure George got the implication.

Pronge dialed the number. It rang five times before she picked up. He recognized his sweets voice right away as she greeted him. He shoved the phone toward George.

“Hi darling, it’s daddy… Yes, I’m sorry I missed breakfast. I had to leave early for some very important business…. Um, hold off on dinner talk right now. I need you to meet me somewhere. Grab a pen….” George relayed the address to Y/N, telling her to get here quickly. And like the good girl she is, she obeyed without question.

Forty minutes later, Pronge heard her car pull up. He was grateful he parked his truck in the back so it didn’t raise suspicion. She knocked on the front door, how cute. He stood in the shadows, waiting.

Y/N opened the door and walked in. “Hello, dad are you here?” She heard her father call her. She followed his voice around some tall shelving and stacks of pallets. “Daddy?”

She gasped when she spotted him. Her father was tied to a chair, so bruised and bloody it looked like he’d been put through a woodchipper. “Daddy!” She ran to him but was suddenly pulled back as her feet touched the plastic tarp on the floor.

Pronge was surprised at the ferocity she fought him. She screamed and kicked and clawed him. She even bit his arm. He held her tight, “Calm down!” The asshole she was fighting for was not worth it. He would prove that to her.

He covered her mouth to silence her. “Don’t worry sweetness, I’m not going to hurt you.” She froze at his words. Her breathing became panicked and erratic. Pronge felt the tears drip onto his hand. “Shh shh shh shh. You’re safe. Calm down.”

Pronge began to rock her. “I want to make amends, sweets. Expose the snake in your grass.” He released her and stepped away. “Your father here has made fucking pawns of us both.”

“Don’t listen to him, Y/N. Run!” Her father yelled in desperation.

“No, she needs to hear this, George. Needs to know all about your lesson for her.” He walked in front of her, but Y/N’s eyes remained fixed at chest level. She wouldn’t look up.

Her father cried out again, “Run darling, get the cops. Just run, please!”

Pronge laughed, “Oh please get the cops. I can’t wait to tell them what this fucker’s been up to… He’s been playing us, sweets. He acts like father of the year, but he is a vile traitor. He’s been grooming you as his plaything. A pretty toy he was too scared to touch himself. So when you started to rebel, he hired me… He paid me to take you, sweets. He gave me a lot of fucking money to teach you a lesson of his design. And he wanted pictures of it, souvenirs of his perverted fucking game.”

Y/N shook her head furiously, “No, you’re lying. You’re the bad guy and you’re trying to trick me. My father had nothing to do with it. He couldn’t.”

“I may be a bad guy, but trust me, he’s worse.” Pronge tried unsuccessfully to meet her eyes. “I’m not tryna trick ya, just open your pretty eyes. Get you to see the perverted asshole he really is.”

George continued to beg his daughter, “Don’t believe this criminal. You know me, Y/N. You’re my good girl, I love you. Please don’t let him get in your head. I’m your father, you know me.”

“Shut your fucking mouth. She deserves to know the truth.” Pronge took a folded photo out of his pocket, handing it to Y/N. Her eyebrows knitted together as she stared at her picture. “Turn it over.”

There was writing on the back. Her address and Perry’s. There was no mistaking it was her dad’s messy handwriting. “I… I don’t understand.”

Pronge sighed and gave her the newest photo of the collection. The one of her dad jerking off to the dirty photos of her. He saw the recognition as she stared at the items in her dad’s hand. Unbeknownst to him, she had already received one in the mail. A warning to behave when her ex-boyfriend kept calling the house.

Y/N was mortified, “I don’t… No, no, these are fakes, you’re lying. This isn’t real. You’re lying!” She continued denying and shaking her head, but Pronge could tell he had gotten through.

“I’m not, sweets. You’ve been betrayed by the person you should be able to depend on the most. I want to help make it right. As you can see, I gave him a fucking lesson of my own. I hope it pleases you so far, but it’s not finished yet. That part is up to you.” He hands her the manila envelope and a hunting knife.

Her dad continued pleading as Y/N opened the envelope and viewed the contents. “It’s bullshit, darling. Just one big pack of lies from this godless felon. Look what he did to me. Look!” George watched Y/N drop the photos and weapon on the ground in alarm. “God damn it, don’t listen to him. Y/N, look at me… Come here and help me, please.” Receiving no answer, George began losing his composure, “Get over here and untie me you stupid bitch!”

Y/N’s breath hitched at the outburst. Everything seemed to slow down and click into place. She was confused and horrified. She doubled over, feeling like she was going to be sick.

Pronge started a fire in a nearby drum. “You can trust me, sweetness. I am doing this all for you.” He picked up the fallen photographs and threw them into the fire. Y/N appeared beside him, watching the images crackle and turn to ash. He reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek. Surprising himself with the soft gesture.

George yelled the entire time. “What the fuck are you doing, Y/N? Fuck the pictures and help me. They don’t mean anything. Pick up the knife. Pick it up and kill him before he hurts us more.” He was ignored again. “You are just too fucking dumb to listen, aren’t you? I know what’s best for you. None of this would have happened if you just obeyed. You are supposed to listen to me, always. You brought this on yourself. Now get over here and cut me loose!”

She whirled around to face her father. Crying now with rage. “How could you do this to me? You’re my dad. You raised me. You…”

Her father spat on the floor and said the words that would seal his fate. “Ya, and what a mistake that was. If I knew you’d turn out to be such a disappointment, I would have left you at your mother’s grave to rot alongside her.”

Pronge pressed the blade back into Y/N’s hand. She slowly walked over to her father. Seeing him in a new, jarring light. How could she have been so stupid? Why didn’t she see it before?

“What do you want, an apology?” Her father asked, disturbingly amused.

Y/N brought the knife down on his thigh. As George released a blood curdling scream, she stabbed him in the neck. Then she continued to plunge the blade into his chest over and over, like she was possessed. The only screams now came from her. He was long gone as she continued shredding his body.

She stopped just as quickly as she started. Y/N backed away, trembling as her wrath left her. Without it she felt dazed, like it was all a dream. Looking at her dad’s dead body, she should be upset, but she felt… nothing. Numb. She was no longer crying. Wasn’t sure she would again.

Pronge approached her cautiously, “You look a little zoned out there, sweetness. You okay?”

Y/N was unresponsive. She continued staring at her father, feeling fake. Detached from the whole situation she found herself in.

He wasn’t sure she heard him. Pronge gently took the knife out of her hand, she let him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He led her into a room with a tub.

Pronge stripped off her clothes, and lowered her into the tub. He began washing the blood off of her, taking care to remove every last red drop. She was moving on her own and obeying commands, but blank. Like she was sleepwalking. “You did good sweets. I’m proud of you.”

She turned her head to look at him. He looked… hazy. Something was wrong, she felt broken, hollow. She shivered from the cold water.

“Too cold? Sorry about that. The people I usually clean don’t complain,” he laughed to himself.

Y/N didn’t like the way he said that. He was a monster, but he saved her from a bigger one, didn’t he? She was having trouble reconciling why she didn’t attack him too. She should have, should have stabbed him when he went to take the knife from her. Why didn’t she? Why was she letting him touch her? She could only sit there, enjoying the feel of his rough hands as he washed her. At least she was feeling something.

Pronge picked her up in his muscular arms, sat her on a nearby bench and started drying her off. Again, she allowed him to move her around like a ragdoll. It didn’t make sense, this man hurt her, but only because her dad made him, right?… And now he’s taking care of her. Why was he doing that? She watched his eyes move underneath the large frames, realizing she’d never seen them until now. Such pretty blue eyes…. Something was most certainly very wrong with her.

Pronge pulled one of his undershirts over her head and weaved her arms through. He walked her to another room where his bed was set up. He encouraged her to lie down. When she did he covered her up to keep her warm. “You certainly did a number on that asshole. I have to go clean the mess now.” He kissed her lips tenderly. “You’ll never have to worry about him again.”

Y/N lay there staring at the ceiling. This couldn’t be real. She was hallucinating, she had to be. The blue eyed man had yet to return. As the hours ticked by, she drifted off to sleep.

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Pronge finished cleaning the area. The tarp cleaned and put away for future use. The body was wrapped in plastic and stored in the deep freeze. He’d get back to it in a few months. He decided to get a quick bath in instead of his usual sink cleanse. It has been a very long day and he wasn’t smelling the freshest. He had to think of his guest.

He smiled remembering his sweetness was currently asleep in his bed. Pronge abhorred being around other people. He was a solitary creature, feeling alone in a crowd, comfortable only in his own company. He didn’t feel alone around her though, and if that didn’t speak volumes.

Y/N slowly regained consciousness, still in a fog, her body writhing. Something was tickling her thighs. Something was… what the hell? She lifted the covers and saw a mop of brown hair. As she felt a warm tongue swirl around her clit, she squealed and bucked her hips. The man looked up from between her legs, smirking devilishly.

Pronge crawled and kissed his way up her body. Removing his shirt from her as he went. He paid extra attention to her neck, sucking new hickeys. Pronge was sad to see his earlier work had healed. She was his now, and he wanted to mark her as such. He reached down and continued playing with her wet cunt.

Y/N bit her lip, holding back the moan that was trying to force its way out. He was completely naked, not even wearing his glasses. His chest hair scratched her breasts in a way that wasn’t unpleasant. She could feel his manhood rigid against her leg. His thick calloused fingers stretching her. He smelled like bleach and cigarettes. Even lying down he towered over her. She was drowning in him. “What are you doing?” She asked quietly. She wasn’t sure if she was asking him or herself.

He raised his head to look in her eyes. “Making love to you, sweets.” He leaned down and kissed her mouth.

Her head was swimming, she still felt out of it. Y/N found herself opening her mouth to him, kissing him back. In the back of her mind she knew this was wrong, so very wrong. But she didn’t want to stop, it felt too delicious. And right now she just wanted to hide in the pleasure. Before him, god she didn’t even know his name, before him she’d only orgasmed by herself. No guy ever put in the effort. But this guy, this terrible person, knew how to make her body sing.

Pronge felt her clamping harder on his fingers, she was getting close. He stopped before she went over the edge. He then gripped his cock and slowly slid into her. There was no rush, he wanted to savor it this time. When he reached his limit he kissed her again. “Sweets you feel like fucking heaven.”

He began with steady strokes, but as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, he couldn’t hold back. He began thrusting into her vigorously. “Mmm, your pussy’s so good to me.” He lifted her legs over his shoulders, pounding her until she cried out, head thrown back, body arching off the mattress. He continued fucking her as she recovered.

Once her feet were back on the bed, Y/N pulled his head down, claiming his lips. She didn’t want to think anymore. This blue eyed stranger made her feel and she wanted to feel nothing but him. It was intoxicating, she needed more… She rolled them over and seated herself on top of him. Bracing her hands on his broad chest, she began rolling her hips.

“Mmm, that’s it, sweets, that’s it. Fuck me!” He moaned and squeezed her breasts. She stared into his eyes as she bounced on his cock. He moved his hands to grab her ass, holding tight and thrusting up into her. “Fuck sweets, you’re such a good girl riding my cock like this.”

Something in her eyes changed. Y/N leaned over him, her hand reaching…

Pronge groaned, “Fuck, oh sweets, you’re so fucking good.” He closed his eyes, fully lost in her wet heat. “Fuck,” he moaned as she sat up again, riding him faster. Then suddenly, “FUCK! Ahhh what the fuck? You fucking bitch!”

Y/N had stabbed him in the shoulder with a knife that he kept under the mattress. She found it and put it under her pillow when he left her alone. She smiled as he screamed at her. She continued to fuck him, moving her hands higher up his chest till blood met her fingers.

“What the shit? Fuck! Can’t believe you fucking stabbed me.” He left the blade in, watching her tits bounce as she rode him. Okay, let’s finish this. He gripped her hips and pulled her down on him. He thrust up hard as he moved her body. She soon screamed as another orgasm tore through her. He followed close behind, spilling inside.

Pronge kept his eyes on her as she got off of him. “Okay, I guess I deserved that.” He sat up, swung his legs off the bed and pulled the knife out. She sat there observing him like a hawk watching its prey. “You going to fucking help me with this?” He asked, meaning stitching up the wound.

Y/N disregarded him, lying down and pulling the covers over herself. She couldn’t find it in her to care that she was once again bloody. She rolled on her side, turning her back to him. Not bothered by the thought of him stabbing her with the knife she put in him.

Pronge started walking out of the room to go fix himself. “You’re lucky I like you, sweets,” he shouted back to her. Oh, this one was trouble. Him and her were going to have a lot of fun together.

The End

A/N: Yeah, she's lost it. And Mr. Freezy is going to use that to his advantage.

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read this version or the original. I appreciate you all. I'd love to know your thoughts.