#robert pronge x female reader

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

Prey

Kinktober 2023 - Day 5

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

Kink: Fucking Machine

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You tease Robert and now he needs to punish you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected vaginal sex, bondage, sex toys, fucking machine, spit as lube, vaginal fingering, face-slapping, pain kink, d/s dynamics, spit kink, oral sex (m! receiving), facefucking, rough sex, hardcore), needy!reader, mean!Robert, no fluff

a/n: Here is day 5! I am slowly catching up! Please be patient! Hope you enjoy this!

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You wiggled against the ropes as Robert tightened them around your wrists and ankles and he gave you a smirk as you were spread bare for him. His calloused hands ran up your waist and to your plush breasts and he squeezed them in his palms softly making you start to pant when he pinched and pulled on your perky nipples. You whined and arched into his hands before pulling away to try and wiggle out of the restraints but he delivered a harsh smack to your inner thigh. 

“Don’t be a brat, sweet cheeks. You were asking for this. Fuckin’ teasing me all day. Little slut.” Robert growled as he yanked your legs up to bend at the knee and tied them together to keep you spread open for him. “Now, it’s time for your punishment.” He smirked before delivering a spank to your cunt, making you cry out. 

“Robbie, m’sorry. Just wanted your attention.” You whined as you continued to wiggle in your binds. Robert chuckled as he grabbed the new toy he bought just for you and set it up on the table at the end of the bed. He set up the fake cock on the machine and rubbed his hand through your folds gathering your wetness, making you whine and squirm. 

“I was working, doll face. If you had fuckin’ waited, you wouldn’t be in this position.” He chuckled before spanking your cunt again before sliding two thick fingers into you. You cried at the sudden intrusion but he rubbed your little button with his thumb making the slight pain turn to pleasure as he crooked his fingers up to rub your sweet spot. You moaned at the pleasure pulsing through your soaked cunt making you arch your back. 

He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and moved to shove them into your mouth and you gagged softly before sucking them clean. He pulled them out before moving back to the machine and he spat on your cunt before lining the face cock up to your hole and using the remote to turn it on slowly so it slid into your wanting cunt. You bit your lip at the intrusion and Robert switched the machine on and the fake cock started thrusting in and out of you at a moderate speed, making you moan as it dragged along your walls. 

He moved away from the machine and up towards your head as he pulled his massive length out of his pants and gave himself a few strokes before pressing the tip to your lips waiting for you to open your mouth for him. You parted your lips for him and he slid his length through your lips and into your warm and waiting mouth. You whined around his cock as he slid further into your mouth and you gagged softly as the tip hit the back of your throat. 

You dragged your tongue down his length as he thrusted shallowly into your throat and you moaned as he sped up the machine. You arched against the toy as you sucked on his cock as he gripped your throat and started fucking your face. You gagged and drooled around his length as he didn’t let you come up for air making you breathe through your nose. Drool dripped down your face and his cock as he used your throat like a fleshlight and he sped the fake cock up. The lewd wet sounds bouncing off the walls of your bedroom mixed with your moans and Robert’s grunts as he took what he wanted from you. He squeezed your throat making you gag around him and he pulled his cock out of your mouth to let you take a deep breath and he squeezed your throat and your mouth opened and spat right on your tongue making you moan and smile as you swallowed his spit. 

He smacked your face making you moan softly, “Dirty fucking slut. Just so needy for anything I give you.” He smirked and squeezed your neck again, making you squeak and he sped up the cock again and you cried out and let out a breathy moan when he reached down and pinched and pulled on your nipples. You moaned louder as you felt your orgasm grow closer, with the fake cock pounding in and out of your cunt and the rough treatment Robert was treating you with made your orgasm grow close and he knew it. 

“M’gonna cum. Wanna cum so bad.” You whined as he pinched your nipples harder. “Please, can I cum?” You asked giving him your best puppy dog eyes and he smirked and leaned down to spit into your mouth again. You whined and swallowed happily and he kissed your lips roughly and bit your bottom lip and pulled it away before letting go. 

“Do you deserve to cum? After the shit you pulled? Such a tease.” He growled and delivered another smack to your face before he pulled away and turned off the machine making you whine at the loss of stimulation. It quickly turned to a cry as Robert thrusted into you hard. His hands gripped your hips pinning you to the bed as he started to pound in and out of your cunt. “If you’re going to cum, it’s going to be on my cock.” He grunted as he continued to pound your sensitive cunt and you cried out his name as you came hard on his cock. You yanked on the rope as your thighs shook around his waist and he smirked and leaned over you to kiss you passionately. 

You whined at the overstimulation and he reached up to link his fingers through yours. “T-too much. It hurts.” You cried as tears welled in your eyes as he didn’t slow down his hips. 

He chuckled against your lips and pulled back and he smacked your inner thigh, “I’m not done with you. We’re not going to be done till you can’t walk.” He smirked like a wolf looking at his prey which made you feel like his prey.

[holylulusworld]

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[littlelioncub43]

I have the urge to degrade bobby while he growls

If you sweetly giggle and kiss his forehead while you do it he gets even angrier.

He also gets hard. And his heart beats a little faster. And his tummy does a little flip. But he definitely isn't head over heels in love with you. Not him. Nope. He just likes kneeling in front of you and letting you play with his hair while you coo mean things to him in that sweet voice of yours. He likes the way you smile at him and giggle when he's seething at your words but leaning into your touch.

But no. He's definitely not in love.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Trust Me, I Can Handle Me a Dangerous Man…

Summary: Some things never change…

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

Words: ~2.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[eccentricallygothic]

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

Pairing: Dark!Robert Prongue | Naive!You.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because how could something so absurd be spoken seriously? 

… Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

His efforts could never be lost on you. 

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

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

Okay, maybe Robert had always intimidated you. 

Just a little, though. 

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

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

Blood rushed to your ears. “Rob—”

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

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

He could not.

For your words would be too devastating and cruel. 

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

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

Oh, no. 

Not Robert of all people. 

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

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

[cottagecheese1]

Knocking on the devils door

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

Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, you go to college?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[iwudbutnah]

This came right on time I was looking for spooky fics on Friday the 13th and couldn’t locate any. I love how you kept the suspense going with what was going on at that hotel. Poor reader didn’t know what was in store for her. Robert played the cool creepy character to the T. You knew something wasn’t quite right with him but what you weren’t quite sure. He played her ass though and she was none the wiser. This was a great read.

night shift

It's almost fall and it's been a while since I did a one shot so here we are. I haven't written a monster fic in a while so where we are.

If you like it, please comment/reblog if you can.

Robert Pronge x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, light stalking, mentions of murder, mentions of stalking, language, non-con (right at the end), chasing.

Summary | Taking the late shifts at work means trying to ignore the one co-worker that seems to always get a little too close for your liking.

Working night shifts at the motel on the side of the road just out on the outskirts of town isn’t exactly your idea of climbing the corporate ladder. 

It’s the only job that works with your schedule at the community college, your workload increased to try to graduate quicker. If you had been born into better circumstances, you wouldn’t have had your education take a backseat to take care of your ailing parents who didn’t have the money to shore up a retirement fund, let alone money for your education. 

For now, working at this run-down motel with the flickering lights and all hours of the night customers who give you a leer and ask for the hourly rates are what you’re deigned yourself to deal with.

A means to an end.

The slap of a wet mop on the stained linoleum gets your attention, looking up from your ledger at the janitor. 

You’ve specifically asked to not be scheduled when he is, a request you had thought was reasonable, watching the smoke billow from his mouth after he plucks the cigarette from his lips, the mop leaning on his weirdly muscular frame, brown hair hanging down, touching his shoulders, his blue eyes narrowing on you through clear framed glasses. His name always slips your mind, never getting close enough to read his name tag that is on his uniform.

He makes you uncomfortable, both in ways you’ve explained to your manager and ways you haven’t been able to describe. 

Like now, how he fits the cigarette to the side of his mouth, mopping the floor but still managing to encroach on your space. The ways you’ve been able to describe your awkward encounters are the way he likes to scare you, mopping down dark hallways to then shout your name and laugh, the way you’ve seen him slip into hotel rooms with some of the newer front desk clerks.

They never last long once he’s been with them. 

Your manager has told you that they’ve quit, sometimes over the phone or just abandoned the job. When you’ve pointed out the disappearance of one of them that made the local news, your manager made it a point to remind you that most of these girls want a quick job, not looking for any stability and that their first paycheck would mean they would split, just like she did.

He didn’t entertain the complaint you had raised when you’d seen her run out of the hotel room, grabbing her things and running to her car. By the time you’d run outside to try to ask if she needed help, she was gone.

By the time you were able to open the motel room door, the janitor was nowhere to be found, the room in shambles.

“Nothing to worry about,” your manager had said quickly. “I’ll talk to him. Probably a lover’s quarrel. I’ve told him about fraternization.”

It didn’t take long for you to realize your manager was afraid of him.

Raised voices that came from his office when he had followed up made you nervous, the janitor’s voice loud as he threatened him before storming out.

You couldn’t look at your boss the same way since then, seeing him come out as he reprimanded you, telling you that he wasn’t going to entertain anymore made-up stories. You should have been done that day, but he knew as well as you did that you needed the money, even offering you an additional two dollars per hour for your ‘trouble’.

Hush money had worked. 

That’s why you’re still here, still working these late-night shifts.

The mop swishes back and forth, the man inching closer to the desk, biting back a cough from the smoke. ‘Home’ by Henry Hall plays on the tinny speakers in the corners, moving your ledger away from him when he turns around, looking at you again.

“Awfully skittish tonight,” he observes, the name Robert embroidered on his dark blue coveralls, his face grimacing at the music. “This your playlist?”

“No.”

You want to be polite, aware of how your tone comes off. You’ve never begged for customers to come but you are now, his forearms resting on the counter. He smiles at you, revealing yellowed teeth and almost too sharp canines that makes you reel back for a second as you blink.

“What?” he asks, grabbing the mop again. “Like I said, real skittish. We’ve worked together now, what? Almost a year. You think you’d be used to me, kitten.”

The mop drops unceremoniously in the water in the bucket, slapping wetly again on the ground, Robert humming the tune to himself as he heads behind the counter. You grit your teeth at the unwanted pet name, trying to stand up straight.

“I can get out of your way,” you offer, taking a step to the other side when he tsks at the motion.

“Stay right there. I like what I see.”

Closing the ledger, you try to make sure your voice sounds authoritative as possible, glaring at him. You want to be shocked at his words, but you know he’s probably said much worse.

“You can’t say things like that, you know.”

“Oh, did I offend your poor little sensibilities?” Robert scoffs, blowing out a rapid line of smoke from the side of his mouth as the song changes to Al Bowlly’s ‘Midnight, the Stars and You”. “Your playlist isn’t half bad, toots. Let’s dance.”

Before you have a chance to deny him, the mop clatters into a little corner or space and you’re pulled into his arms.

He’s strong.

Too strong.

“I don’t want to dance,” you protest angrily, trying to push away from him. He smells earthy, like wet dog. Wrinkling your nose, you look away from him, trying to keep your composure. His arms are anchored around you, so tight that you can barely move, and you can tell he’s waiting for you to look at him. “Let me go!”

“You need to calm down,” he says with a laugh when you finally look up at him, still feebly attempting to push him off.

“I said let me go!”

“We’re dancing,” he says in a low tone, almost like a growl that instantly quiets you, your heart racing at the near animalistic tenor. “You follow my lead.”

Not that you have a choice, your heels dragging against the slippery ground. Any chance you get, you try to look out the window for any sign of someone to come.

White lights brighten the dark space, a car parking as Robert lets you go, shaking as he picks up his mop.

It’s a cop car.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you see them head inside, the bells jingling as Robert disappears down the hall, whistling to himself over the sound of the bucket rollers.

“Evening,” one of the officers says, looking at your face. “Something wrong?”

“Hey,” the other officer says quietly. “It’s alright. Did something happen?”

It will sound ridiculous if you say it.

The creepy janitor made me dance with him? 

“Long night,” you murmur, seeing them look around before the first one clears his throat.

“Listen, we’re, uh, looking for a room.”

He stares at his partner and then back at you, sliding you a wad of folded twenties.

“I’d ask for your silence on this,” he hints. “We’ll be out of here soon.”

Grabbing the keys off the wall is easy, your spiel down to a science as you shudder at the thought of being alone with Robert again. This job isn’t worth it.

Especially since he has no concept of giving you anymore personal space.

“Room 9,” you answer. “I can show you to it.”

“We’ll be fine,” the other office replies. “Wouldn’t want to cause suspicion.”

“O-Okay,” you answer, sliding the key over as he produces more money on the counter.

“Thanks,” they say in unison.

When the door closes, you exhale, grabbing your purse as you listen for any sign of Robert.

The coast is clear, you head out the front, the door jingling as you search for your keys as you get closer to your car. Pawing through your bag, you swear you had dropped them in your purse once you had got inside, realizing too late that they are inside your small little cabinet where you usually put your things.

Inside looks quiet, still no sign of him but you know better. He’s probably lying in wait to scare you again.

Or worse.

Going back inside means doing it quickly, going around the counter to open the cabinet when you don’t see the keys, holding your breath as the jingle subsides.

“Fuck,” you mutter, checking one more time before you exhale in defeat, reaching back one more time until your fingers close in on your keyring, pulling them close to you when you hear a whistle down the hall. Standing still, you flatten yourself against the counter, hoping he won’t come closer.

The tinny music plays overhead, a loud trumpet solo that gives you a chance to move. The swish of the mop gets your attention, your steps slow, your car in sight. You don’t dare hit the key fob to unlock it, fingers pushing against the cool metal when the mop clatters to the ground loudly, the jingle louder than you recall when you rush toward the car, clicking the button to unlock your car. It responds with a dull sound, the car not responding when you hear the jingle of the door again.

“Funny thing about batteries,” Robert calls out to you, a shiver going down your spine. “They just pop right out.”

The batteries fall from his hand when you turn around, noticing that he seems taller.

Bigger.

Under the moonlight, he smiles, nodding back toward the office.

“Come on back,” he requests, looking at his watch. “By my calculation, you’ve got at least three hours left of your shift. Wouldn’t want me to snitch that you’re abandoning your job, would you?”

When he smiles, you gasp, his teeth sharper than ever that makes you take a step back in confusion.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he continues, looking up at the moon. “You don’t want to be out here on a night like this. I don’t want to have to drag you back inside.”

“Stay away from me, you freak!” you shout, Robert’s eyes narrowing as he nods at your response. 

“Freak,” Robert growls, cracking his neck from side to side. “That’s not very nice.”

“Leave me alone or I’ll call the cops!”

“You mean the ones fuckin’ in room nine? I don’t think they’ll care. Get back inside.”

“Fuck you!”

Adrenaline makes you brave, running away from him as you hear him behind you, gravel crunching underneath his shoes as you dial 911, running down the empty highway with no cars in sight. 

You’re cursing the fact that you work in such a godforsaken shithole, hearing eerie sounds of snapping of something – possibly bone – when you realize your call isn’t going through, the spotty service dropping your call before you try again, trying to keep your wits as you hear the sounds of bones cracking behind you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you seethe, your legs burning with effort to keep your distance when your phone clatters out of your hand.

Heavy steps continue, nails on pavement that spurs you forward, forgetting about the phone and hoping to leave with your life.

The howl that cuts through the night air makes you sob, fear sending shockwaves down your body as you keep running, tears rolling down your cheeks. Hoping and waiting for someone – anyone – to come down this stretch of road feels like it will never come.

Running so fast, it takes a minute to realize you don’t hear the thing behind you, not daring to look back when you see a flash of light, a car coming down the road. Waving your arms frantically, the car slams on its brakes when you stand in front of it.

“Are you fucking crazy?!” the driver shouts, his window down as the acrid smell of weed hits your nose.

“Please, I need, I need some help,” you beg, uncaring that you may look a mess, heart thumping wildly when you finally look back, seeing nothing but more open road. “I was… I was being chased and…”

The driver, an older man with graying hair and wrinkled skin, looks head and then back at you.

“I don’t pick up tweakers,” he mutters, pulling the joint from his thin lips. “I don’t see shit outside.”

“I swear I was,” you beg, seeing him look you up and down. “I’ll get off at the closest gas station. I just need to go. Please.”

The man nods his head over to the passenger side, your fingers reaching for the handle before he opens the door for you. It feels safe to be inside, a psychedelic song playing on the radio when he accelerates, the car moving forward with a low groan.

“You’re fine,” the man blurts out, eyes on the road. “I don’t see nothing.”

You’re silent, unsure if you want to argue with your reluctant rescuer. You know exactly what your eyes saw, how your heart had pounded in your chest at the idea that a man had turned into something.

“It’s late,” he continues, exhaling heavily before he coughs loudly. “You one of those prostitutes?”

“No,” you answer. “I work down the road.”

“Then why don’t I take you there instead of a gas station?”

“That’s where I was running from. I’m not going back there, I -”

“What the fuck is that thing?”

It looks like a dog in the road but much bigger, maybe a wolf size but the eyes shine eerily in light of the headlights, shaking its head as it seems to grow in size, the body growing bigger as it stands on its hind legs.

“Holy shit!” the man shouts, slamming the car in reverse as the animal runs toward the car at a breakneck speed.

It jumps on the hood of the car with a thud, it’s yellow eyed peering through the windshield. The limbs are long, the claws deep in the metal of the hood. When it growls, the sound vibrates through the car, rendering you both silent.

“What the fuck is that?” the man whispers, his voice shaking. “I’ve never seen a wolf like that before.”

He moves to lock the door, a grave mistake before the shatter of glass hits you, teeth sinking into flesh as he screams, blood splattering as you frantically reach for the door handle to open it, spilling out onto the cold pavement.

Flight as kicked in, your brain alerting you to run, your legs following suit when the once bloodcurdling screams finally stop, somewhere down the way when all you can hear is your hard breaths and your shoes hitting the ground with each step.

“You can’t run all night!” a voice yells behind you. A voice you know all too well. “You’re going to need to conserve all that energy!”

No cars for miles, no amount of looking back will bring you comfort if the man died peacefully – you know he didn’t, the blood still on your clothes.

You fall before you realize it – hit by a force so hard that you roll, your brain rolling around as you’re disoriented, pain seizing in your body as you cry out loudly. A heavy hand pulls you from your side and onto your back, looking up at Robert as he smiles, leaning down to inspect your wounds.

“Got a lot of blood on that pretty face,” he says with a sad shake of his head, his rough finger wiping the blood from your cheek, licking it from his finger. “Good thing it’s not yours.”

“HELP!” you shout, his hand going over your mouth as he crouches down over you. It’s painful, the pressure that seems otherworldly on your mouth, pressing your head so hard into the ground that tears come to your eyes.

He inhales loudly, peering down at you from his glasses that are shattered in one lens. He chucks them off to the side, leaning down to inspect you.

“Could have done this properly,” he mutters. “Didn’t your mama ever tell you it’s not nice to call people names? What was that name you called me?”

His fingers seem to stretch over your mouth and down your cheek, the crack of bone making you shiver.

“Freak,” he growls, his eyes turning yellow. “All those girls, bored and wanting a quick fuck. You know why room ten isn’t ever available?”

He laughs, his teeth sharp as you whimper in fear.

“That’s where I’ve kept their bones,” he whispers against your ear, his voice low, nearly unrecognizable. “Now, the way I see it. You can come with me or you can run. I assure you that you won’t like the latter. I’m gonna let you up and you get to make a choice. Understand?”

You can’t nod, simply blinking before his lifts his hand. Adrenaline helps you sit up, your body aching from the fall.

“I just wanna go home, please. Robert, please let me go,” you plea, his head shaking as you spy his broken glasses. “Please don’t kill me.”

“Now, why would I do that? I like the chase,” he explains, circling you as his limbs hang at his sides. “I’m a loner out here. Don’t mind it much but then you came in at the perfect time, wrapped up in your little class struggle and I thought, well, this one will do.”

“Do what?”

He laughs, nearly a deep purr when you search for a way out.

“You’re gonna be my mate.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” you sob, hot tears sliding down your cheeks. “I promise. I’ll leave town.”

“That’s the plan, baby girl,” Robert agrees. “But you’ll be going with me.”

 “No!” you hiss, grabbing a fistful of dirt to toss in his eyes.

It’s quick, just enough for him to howl in pain before you get to your feet, running as fast as you can, dizziness from the fall making you stumble. When your name is shouted, it echoes, nearly a roar before you hear him – feel him – close, his breath on your back before you’re knocked down again.

There is no human likeness to Robert. Not anymore.

He snarls, saliva dripping from his jaws as his razor sharp teeth rip and pull at your clothes, your fingers digging into the sand to try to hold onto something to pull yourself up. It’s no use, the cool air juxtaposed with his hot breath against your bare back means he’s nearly finished ripping apart your clothes, your knees moving up so that you can stand before you’re knocked down again.

Teeth sink into the back of your neck, rendering you immobile as you scream. It’s drowned out by the loud growl, keeping you silent as your blood runs down your neck. Dust and sand coat your lips, your sobs muffled by the ground.

A rough tongue laps at your wound, the pain keeping you compliant. It doesn’t feel real, as if you’re in a dream before it stops, human hands parting your legs as the strips of ripped fabric rustle.

“Is this better?” Robert says against the shell of your ear, brushing off the sand and dirt from your cheek. “Not a fan of my other form, are you?”

Fingers slide between your thighs, circling your clit roughly when your mouth opens to protest, only to be met with a disapproving hum.

“Ovulation makes you smell so sweet and makes you so,” Robert pauses, his fingers pushing inside you. “Wet.”

You don’t want to like it, not like this, not out in the open and definitely not with his half wolf form that terrifies you. But sparks of desire, the base instinct of your body betrays you, Robert inhaling the scent of your hair as his fingers work faster.

“Nice and tight,” he growls. “Smells good.”

The moon shines over you again, past the wispy clouds in the night sky as there is another click of bone on bone, clothes ripping as the smell of wet dog intensifies. The sewn on name tag with a piece of his coveralls falls into view, his teeth nipping at the backs of your thighs before you’re nudged to your knees to present.

“Good girl,” he chuffs against your hair, his voice now inhuman. “Good mate.”  

[starryevermore]

the night before christmas ✧ robert pronge

twelve days of christmas | angst city™ library

pairing: robert pronge x fem!reader

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

word count: 1,008

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

A Plaything for Him to Use

Kinktober 2022 - Day 12

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

Kink: Anal

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Robert only took you for his pleasure but something about you makes him start to let down his walls and maybe... care for you?

Warnings: non-con (at first), explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, anal sex, anal fingering, creampie, choking, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, crying, rough sex), mean!Robert, loss of anal virginity, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome (loving your captor), slight violence 

a/n: Here is Day 12 of Kinktober! I hope you enjoy this dark piece of fanfiction!

Banner by @vase-of-lilies​ 

You whimpered as you heard the door unlock from upstairs and you hid your head in your hands. You heard his heavy footsteps come down the stairs and you looked up as he hit the concrete floor. He walked over to you with a dark smirk on his face and he crouched in front of you and he cupped your face with one hand. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” Robert smirked and he pressed a dirty kiss to your lips. You whimpered against his lips and you tried to pull away but he growled before he slapped you hard. “Bad fucking girl. You know that you will take whatever I give you.” He growled as he slapped your cheek again when you whimpered. 

“P-please, d-d-don’t do t-t-this.” You cried softly as you covered your face, he laughed at you before wrapping his hand around your throat and pulled you up to him. 

“What the fuck did I just say?” He asked as he squeezed your neck tight, making you gag. “You will fucking take what I give you.” He growled and he picked you up before laying you down on the cot. You whimpered before he flipped you over on the cot and yanked your panties off of you. He tore through the flimsy cotton of your panties and he smirked at your bare pussy and ass, before he spread your asscheeks to gaze at your puckered little hole. “Mm, look at that. Your tight little hole just looks like it’s ready to be ruined.”

You whimpered as you heard him and you shook your head. “Please- ahh!” 

He spanked your ass hard, “You’re such a bad fucking girl. I’m gonna ruin this hole and maybe if I fuck you hard enough, it’ll knock the brat out of you.” He growled before he spanked you again and again on both cheeks. “But first, you get ten spanks on each cheek for being disobedient and you’re going to count.” He smirked before he started on your spanks. 

He spanked your right cheek once, “O-one!” You cried out as he spanked you again, “T-two!” 

You were sobbing when he finished dealing out your punishment and you gripped the thin blanket in front of you and Robert smirked before giving you a spank to your pussy. You jumped with his hit to your cunt and you slumped against the bed. 

“That’s daddy’s good little slut. Taking what he gave you like a good girl. Now, are you going to be good while daddy ruins you or is daddy going to have to punish you again?” He asked as he rubbed up your back and squeezed your side softly, making you squeak as you looked over your shoulder. 

“I-I’ll be good, d-d-daddy. I p-promise.” You whimpered softly as you laid your head on the pillow away from him, but he pulled you up into his arms. 

“Don’t be like that, sweet pea. You know daddy is going to take good care of you.” He whispered to you and he kissed your cheek softly before his hands moved to your ass. “Let daddy ruin your little hole.” He smirked as he manhandled you onto your hands and knees and had your ass presented up for him. He pulled out a bottle of lube from his jacket pocket and he lubed up his one finger before pressing it to your tight hole. He slowly let it slide into your ass as he pressed small kisses to your back with a soft smile. 

“A-ah, daddy.” You whined and gripped the sheets in front of you as he curled his finger up in your hole, making you cry softly as tears filled your eyes. 

“You’re so tight, sweetheart. Can’t wait to feel your little hole wrapped around my cock. Bet it’s tighter than your sweet snatch.” He smirked as your hole clenched around his finger at his dirty words and you threw your head back with a soft moan. He bit his lip before lubing up a second finger and he slid a second finger into your ass. You cried out as his fingers stretched your hole and you hid your face into the pillow and he kissed your neck softly. 

“D-daddy, h-hurts.” You whimpered as you gripped the sheet tight in your hands. 

He shushed you and rubbed your back softly, “You can take. You will take it, sweet girl.” He whispered in your ear as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of your ass. He curled them up to massage your tight walls before he pulled them out to watch your slight gaping hole, making him growl at the glimpse of your inner hole. “Mm, you’re so fucking hot, sweetheart.” He groaned before he stripped off his shirt to have his upper body bare. He smirked at you as he took out his throbbing and leaking cock and stroked himself slowly as he watched your twitching hole. 

You looked over your shoulder at his cock and you whined at the size of him so thick and hard. He might be your capture but fuck was he hot and even if he smacks you around, he was still soft to you and almost kind. His cock always made you drool with how thick and long he was and you hated yourself for it but god, if it didn’t make you soaked. 

He smirked at your face as your eyes were locked onto his cock while your thighs clenched. “You like what you see, babygirl?” He asked as he rubbed your ass gently.

You bit your lip and nodded softly, “Yes, daddy. I w-want your cock.” You whispered as you blushed at your words and Robert’s smirk got wider at your confession and he leaned down to kiss your lips passionately. 

You squeaked in surprise at his kiss but you melted into it, smiling against his lips as his hands wrapped around your hips softly. “Such a sweet girl. You’re so good for your daddy.” He smirked and he kissed your lips again. He pulled away to grab the lube and lubed up his cock before slowly sliding it into your ass and he kissed your forehead. You cried out as you felt his thick cock splitting open your ass and he smirked against your head as you cried. 

“Daddy, o-oh, it h-hurts. M’too t-tight.” You whimpered softly and he chuckled darkly as he trailed his hand up your chest to wrap around your throat and pulled you up against his chest, making your ass take all of his cock at once. 

“You can take it. I know you can and if you can’t I’ll make you take it.” He growled into your ear as he spanked your ass again, making you whimper. “Come on, show daddy that you can be a good girl.” He smirked as he nipped on your jaw as he squeezed your throat before starting to move his hips back and forth. 

His lubed up cock moved in and out of your gaping hole making a squelching noise as he picked up the pace a bit. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your thighs started shaking as his thick cock dragged against your walls. He kissed on the back of your neck as he continued to squeeze your throat as he moved faster in and out of  you. He grunted and groaned in your ear as your walls clenched and throbbed around his cock and he felt his impending orgasm building. Fuck, he shouldn’t want you to cum first or at all since you’re just his toy but somewhere deep inside of him, he wanted to make you satisfied and happy. So, maybe he’ll delve into his desires a bit.

He moved his free hand down to rub your clit fast and hard as his hips picked up the pace, practically pounding into your poor gaping ass. You cried out and arched your back and he spanked your clit which tipped you over the edge and you came, clenching around his cock as your pussy squirted all over his hand, making him smirk. He spanked your cunt as he helped you through your orgasm and he growled out your name before cumming deep in your ass. 

“Good fucking girl. Such a good girl for your daddy. Fucking hell, love your tight ass so much. Always taking what daddy gives you like the good girl you are.” He growled in your ear as he laid on the cot with you and held you close to his chest. Your back was pressed up against him as he covered you two with the sheet and he nuzzled into your hair. 

You were just supposed to be a plaything but having you so compliant and sweet on him, he was screwed because a part of him knew he needed you just as much as you needed him.

[holyluluslibrary]

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SHG for killers (1) - The first meeting

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: mentions of murder/killing for money, serial killers/hitmen, mentions of blood/gore, talk about crimes, self-help group for killers/hitmen, world building, we get to know the men first

Self-help group for killers masterlist

“IT STINGS!” His screams of pain and agony echo in Lloyd Hansen’s mind when he wakes from another restless slumber.

He’s a stone-cold mercenary. Merciless and fearless. Or he was. That was until a certain former CIA lapdog pissed onto everything Lloyd stands for. It doesn’t help that he lost two fingers while hunting Six down.

“Bastard,” he curses under his breath as his eyes focus on his hand mutilation. “Still miss my pussy fingers,” Lloyd grumbles angrily. “Wait until I find you, Sierra Six. You’re a dead man; you just don’t know it yet.”

He closes his eyes, replaying the scene again. Lloyd grits his teeth, remembering how he got into a grapple with Six, who blew off Lloyd's left pinkie and ring finger.

The finger prosthetics don’t make him feel better. Sierra’s win over him, the loss of his fingers and reputation, still stings. His self-confidence and ego were not only bruised but torn in two.

For months, he fails mission after mission. His team is long gone, and so is his patience. Lloyd is angry and out for blood. Preferable Sierra Six’s blood.

He tried anything to find the renegade assassin. So far, he didn’t even find a trace. Sierra Six is a master at hiding from his enemies. Lloyd gives him that.

“One day, you’ll pay for what you did.”

“No drugs. No contact with other offenders. No missing an appointment,” Ransom’s probation officer recites all the rules he must follow. “Mr. Drysdale, did you even listen?”

“All of you are telling me the same thing.” Ransom sneers. “You’re the fifth guy in not four months. I know the rules.” He leans back in the uncomfortable and cheap chair the probation officer offered him. “All of you try to get me behind bars again; I get it. You’re pissed because I got earlier than everyone expected.”

“Mr. Drysdale,” the probation officer replies, watching Ransom munch another cookie. “I really don’t have the time to make plans to get you behind bars again. That’s not in my job description. If you don’t have any problems, we can end the meeting for today.”

“Shit, just a sec.” Robert doesn’t have the time to talk to his ex today. “Listen, you got the money and the car. Let’s part on good terms.” He’s poorly hiding his anger. If she says one more word, he’ll sneak into her new apartment and kill her and the bastard who’s banging her brains out now. “I got a job to do.”

Robert hangs up the phone. He’s not done with the body yet. The client wants proof that her husband is dead. She’s a naughty one, Robert thinks to himself while getting the saw out. Well, all for customer satisfaction.

The doctor is not happy. He tried anything to make sure his business was flowing. Sadly, some people try to stop him from being successful.

“You had to cross me, didn’t you?" He looks down at his former partner and sneers. “We could’ve made so much money. But you had to find your conscience.”

Steve kicks the dead man, grunting as he’s bleeding on the brand-new carpet at his office. Killing his partner wasn’t in his plans for today. It’s not the first time he got his hand dirty.

If Steve were honest, he’d admit that he likes to get his hands dirty. As a doctor, he should save other people’s lives, not take them. Still, he can’t help but feel excited about his latest decision.

Watching the family grieve over the death of their recently killed father and husband, God furrows his brows. He never understood human emotions. The man he killed was a tyrant. He betrayed his business partners, terrorized his family, and cheated on his wife.

The man remains in his hideout to watch the family and friends mourn their loss. Lately, he likes to stick around to watch their reaction. Some scream. Others silently cry.

God likes the ones who put on a show for others the most. He did so all his life. Pretending in public that he’s a normal guy.

The truth is, he feels hollow because he never belonged...

Andy Barber steps out of the courtroom with his head held high. He won another case and can’t help but smirk as his opponent seems to be salty.

“Barber,” the prosecutor says, venom in his voice. “Congratulations on letting another monster go free.”

“If you wanted them in jail,” Andy says, and he dips his head to watch his client smirk at the victims of his cruelty, “you should’ve been a better lawyer.”

Andy walks toward his client, a spring in his step to shake the monster’s hand. He smirks and assures the man he deserves to walk out of the courtroom as a free man. Andy squeezes the man’s hand hard, making him wince. Who would’ve thought a lawyer could be so strong?

The serial rapist ends up dead after the accused was acquitted for lack of evidence. Lloyd recites the newspaper. “I see you’ve been very active lately, Barber. Do I need to remind you to keep it low?”

“No one asked you,” Andy shoots back. He doesn’t know why he’s still coming to the so-called self-help group. Andy doesn’t feel guilty for killing his clients. Who else would punish them for their crimes? “They had a choice, Hansen. It wasn’t me letting him go.”

“He’s not wrong,” Ransom says between munching a cookie and sipping on the expensive mochaccino he bought on his way to the group. “Baber got a point there.”

“Who asked you, amateur?” Robert sneers. He just can’t stand Barber or Drysdale. They are not worth his time, or so he thinks. He’s fine with Hansen and the guy calling himself God. They are like him—professionals. “I don’t even know why you, Mr. Lawyer, are here.”

“I invited them,” Hansen grunts. “If you want to leave, you can go anytime. I founded this group, not you.”

“Man, stop making a fuss!” Pronge shows his palms. “I only wanted to point out that they are not professionals. What if the cops find out about their hobby? What if they decide to get a deal and rat us out?”

Lloyd snorts. He looks at the black leather glove hiding his prosthetic fingers. “No one rats Lloyd Hansen out. We all agreed on complete secrecy. What we discuss here stays within this room.”

Andy rubs his bearded chin. Coming to the group to talk about the crimes he committed helped him improve. Lloyd and God even gave him advice on how to make his crimes look like accidents. “I’m going to therapy now,” he admits. “Not to talk about my hobby, though.”

“Therapy, huh?” Lloyd taunts, while Ransom smirks. God and Robert busy themselves with checking their phones for new clients. “I hope you’re not talking about our little group with the doctor.”

Steve sneers. “Don’t call these incompetent wannabes doctors. They are by all means nothing but pathetic losers trying to tell you how to live your life.”

“No one asked you, Dr. Frankenstein,” Ransom snaps at Steve. “Did you work on some nice asses and tits lately?”

“Shut up,” Steve jumps up, knocking his chair over. “At least I got a job, and I don’t live off my family’s money.”

“Shut up yourself!” Ransom puts his cookies aside and throws the rest of his mochaccino at Steve.

“Gentlemen!” Lloyd yells at Steve and Ransom. “We come here to talk about our problems and help each other improve. I didn’t come here, freezing my ass off on the way to watch you fight like girls over the latest fashion trend.”

“The therapy helps me more than coming here,” Andy raises his voice. “Your advice was good, but I think I’ll stick to her.”

The men stop fighting and stare at Andy.

“Her?” Lloyd licks his lips. “You’ve got a pretty little doctor for your therapist? Why didn’t you tell us before? We would’ve been all ears.”

“Why does this make a difference?” Andy cocks a brow. “She’s got a good reputation and listens to me. I talked to her for months, and she never pressured me into talking about my family.”

“Boohoo, your wife killed your murderous son and is as dead as your latest victim,” Lloyd mocks Andy. “Let’s talk about that pretty ass you’re seeing. Show us her reputation and shit.”

“Why?” Andy sighs deeply. He knew it was a mistake to talk about you and your sessions.

“For science,” Lloyd grins and snatches the phone out of Andy’s hand. Before Andy can protest, Lloyd throws the phone at God, nodding at him. “Unlock it, and look for the doc.”

Steve rolls his eyes. He didn’t come here to talk about some therapist. “Can we go back to business? Barber has a therapist. Maybe he even bangs her. Who cares?”

“Bangs her?” That picked Lloyd’s interest. “Not the worst idea. Maybe as a new version of therapy. Fuck all the bad memories out of her sweet cunt.”

“Got it,” God says and throws the phone at Lloyd. Y/N Y/L/N,” he recites your address and contact information. “She looks cute.”

“Cute?” Ransom laughs. “I didn’t know the word cute in your vocabulary. Show me.” Ransom walks toward Lloyd to look at the phone in his hands. “Not bad. Hey Barber, does she have a cute ass too?”

“Why are we talking about some woman? If our meeting is over, I’ll go back to business,” Steve says as he gets up. He wants to walk past Lloyd but glances at the phone. “Hmm…I’ve seen her before.”

Steve snatches the phone out of Lloyd’s hands. He looks at the pictures of you, licking his lips.

“Stop stalking my therapist,” Andy angrily says. “Can I get my phone back now?”

“I remember now,” Steve exclaims while staring at your pictures. “She accompanied one of her patients. They wanted surgery, but she talked them out of it. I hated her.” He shrugs.

“I bet she’s an uptight little doctor,” Lloyd muses. His smirk darkens as he looks at the men he brought together around two years ago. “Barber, did you already have a taste? I bet she tastes like strawberries.”

“Hansen, that is enough,” Andy grumbles. He snatches the phone out of Lloyd’s hands and turns to leave. “This was a waste of time!”

“Not to me.” Lloyd clenches and unclenches his fists. “I think I found something that will help us improve as a group. You all came here to talk about your problems and to get better at what you’re doing. I think this sweet doctor will be a big help.

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[littlelioncub43]

Murder monday

Dark reader cooking steak but she uses the meat from Steve kemp and gives the meat to basment husband bobby he may or may not know its human and just eats it cause he knows if he dosent he wont eat as a punishment for refusing

Ooo yesssssss.

He's sitting pretty at the table, his spine straight, clothes neat as a pin while he waits for you to set his plate in front of him. You grin at Bobby, his plate still warm in your palm as you bring it to his side of the table.

"Here you go, Bobby," you coo softly and set it down, cupping his jaw to kiss his cheek, the action stirring both warmth and terror in his chest. He loves and hates the affection you give him— your claws retracted for the evening.

"Thank you, Mistress," he answers dutifully as he stares at the plate. It looked..... suspicious.

"Go on, honey," you grin, your teeth sharp like your eyes, "eat up."

[chuckbass-love]

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

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Mr Freezy x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 2,472

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

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

What does he have in store for you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh? Did the cat get your tongue?”

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

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

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

Fuck. 

“What are you going to do to me?” 

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

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

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

“Okay. What about this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your body really has betrayed you today.

“Mhm, almost looks good enough to eat” 

Did he just say what you think he said?

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

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

“Someone’s needy huh?” he mocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, just like that. Squeeze these fingers”

and

“Such a tight fucking cunt”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your brows furrow in confusion before he eventually explains.

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

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

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

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

Onward with reading 🙂

A pinprick.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What accident?

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

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

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

Do we really though?

“Still don’t wanna talk?”

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

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

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

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

OF COURSE HE’S MAD, OH MY GOSH.

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

He’s so dark and I love it 🥰

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

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

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

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

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

SUCH A TWISTY FAIRYTALE.

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

life line

day two of kinktober.

chains/knifeplay

Robert Pronge x Female Reader

Word Count: 500

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

A pinprick.

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

Another night of despair.

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

“You came back and didn’t tell me.”

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

“What an unexpected surprise.”

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

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

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

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

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

At your silence, the blade goes to your neck.

“R-Robert,” you plea. “Please.”

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

“Tell me the truth.”

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

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

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

“Still don’t wanna talk?”

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

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

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

“I knew it.”

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

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

“Why?” you hiss.

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

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

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

“Impressive, sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

[luxeavenger]

Freezy Baby

Day 27 Kinktober prompt: Temperature play

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge x f!!hitman!reader

Words: 1719

Warnings: Temperature play, object insertion/penetration, vaginal fingering, piv sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, choking, brief discussion of murder (reader is also a hitman)

A/N: If you could, like, not try this at home, that'd be great

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“What brings you all the way to Boston, Freezy baby?”

Robert leans out the window of his ice cream truck and smirks down at you. “Oh, I don’t know, kitty. Could be here for a lotta reasons.”

“You don’t have a job out here, do ya?” you ask suspiciously. Wondering if he’s horning in on your territory, or someone hired him to do you.

“Can’t I come see my best girl without a motive besides just gettin’ my dick wet?”

“Awful long drive just to get laid, Freezy. Ain’t you got a girl in New York already?”

“Alright, kitty. You got me. I am out here on a job, and before you go clawing my eyes out, it’s not you. In fact, I’m here to ask for your help with it because it’s one of the guys in your circle. Job pays fourty grand. There’s an extra ten in it if we can get it done by New Year’s.”

“You really do know how to get a girl wet, don’t you, Freezy?”

He chuckles, “I know how to get you wet, kitty.”

“So, you wanna talk business now, or you wanna get your dick wet?”

He makes a sweeping gesture to the back door of his truck, “Step into my office.”

Robert picks you up in an area that’s too busy to discuss a hit, so he drives you to an alley just outside of town.

“So who’s the target?” you ask, pulling yourself up onto one of the freezers.

“Some shitstain you run with named McCoy.”

You grin. There are few things you love more than hitting a hitman. “Oh, I’m gonna have fun with this one. I hate that handsy fucking prick. What are the conditions?”

“Dead by New Years—that's two days from now. And it has to be nasty. Make it like he was really worked over. Then we bag him up and he’s coming back to the Big Apple with yours truly. You get half, plus ten percent as a professional courtesy, because I am in your city, after all.” Robert shrugs. “Pretty standard shit. Couldn’t be easier.”

“Speaking of easy…” you change the subject by spreading your legs. No panties and a short skirt give Robert an eyeful.

He’s on you in one big step across the truck. He grabs your ass with a growl and presses your bare cunt against the bulge in his pants. “Missed your cock, Freezy. It’s been too long,” you purr.

He slips his hand between your bodies, and pushes three fingers into your soaked pussy. Robert grunts, “Fuck. You’re fucking soaked already, kitty. My dick‘s been twitchin’ for this cunt ever since I crossed the state line.”

You put your hand over Robert’s where he’s working you over with his fingers and grind him deeper inside of you, “Well it’s all yours, Freezy baby.’

“Hang on,” he says, lifting you off the freezer and setting you on the counter on the opposite side of the truck. He roots around in the chest freezer until he finds one of those big red, white, and blue bomb pops.

“Open,” he orders, ripping the wrapper off and tossing it aside. Your mouth pops open, and he slides the popsicle over your tongue, and pushes it to the back of your mouth. You moan around the sweet treat, and Robert squeezes his cock through his pants with a hiss.

“That’s it, kitty. Suck it. Fucking choke on it.” He cups his big hand around the back of your head and pushes the popsicle to the back of your throat. You gag for him, and he groans. You’ve already got melted popsicle juice running down your chin. He pushes it past your gag reflex, and your hips thrust against him, grinding your clit over his cock through his rough uniform pants.

“Look at you rubbing yourself against me like a bitch in heat. You want me to fill this cunt, don’t’cha?”

You nod, and Robert pulls the popsicle out of your mouth with a loud pop. He draws a pattern over your chest with the tip of the melting treat. He rips your shirt open, buttons clattering against the metal floor of the truck. He swirls the tip around your nipples, then fastens his hot mouth around the pebbled peaks, and you arch into him with a cry.

“Want your cock, Freezy. Fill me up.”

“You want me to fill you up? Does the bitch need something in her hungry little cunt?”

“I do, fuck.”

He trails the popsicle down your body, swirling it over your clit. He presses it against the sensitive little nub, drags the length of the ice pop back and forth over it. You mewl at the sensation, a shiver ripples up your spine.

“‘S that cold, kitty?” You nod and whimper. He grins at you and pushes the popsicle into your pussy, “How ‘bout now?”

You keen at the sensation. It’s fucking cold, overwhelming, but fuck it feels good. He fucks you with it hard, it’s long enough that it’s bumping against your cervix, and thick enough for the stretch to be almost painful. Your hips start bucking with his thrusts.

“Fuck, you are acting like a bitch in heat, kitty. This cooling you down yet?” He pulls the popsicle out of you and stuffs it into his mouth, licking over its red, white, and blue surface with a hum, then bringing it back to your clit again. He draws it through your folds, sticky red juice running down your crack to pool under you and stain your ass cheeks red.

He slips it into your pussy again, and shoves his fingers in alongside the thick treat, fucking you with three fingers and an ice pop. You feel stuffed, and the weight building in your core makes your body flush hot, which makes the ice in your pussy feel even colder.

Your head falls back with a moan. Robert’s hand locks onto your jaw, and pulls you down to look him in the eye. “Who’s makin’ you come, kitty? Is it the fucking ceiling? Is the fucking ceiling making your cunt drool sugar water all over my counter top right now?”

You whine, “No.”

“Is it god? Does god have an ice dick melting in your cunt right now?”

“No, Freezy. You do.”

He jerks your face even closer to his, and growls through clenched teeth, “Then you fucking look at me while I’m making you come.”

Another push of the popsicle, and your orgasm rips through you, and you scream. Your jaw still clamped in Robert's big hand, his face inches from yours, you gush over his hand with a curse while your eyes are locked with his.

“Shit, kitty,” he hisses, “lookit you, melting my popsicle with your pussy juice. Fuck.” He pulls it out of you, and slips it into your mouth again. “Hold that for me.”

It’s shorter and less girthy than it was before he used it on your cunt, and still tastes of artificial fruit and sugar, but now the taste of your pussy is melting on your tongue too.

Robert opens the front of his uniform pants, and gets his dick out. He drags you to the edge of the counter, and stuffs his cock into you with one rough thrust. You groan around the popsicle, huffing in breaths through your nose.

He slams a hand down on the counter top next to your hip. “Kitty, your cunt’s got a chokehold on my cock. You’d’ve made one helluva hooker if you hadn’t been a hitman.”

The smaller the ice pop gets, the faster it melts, and a river of red and blue sugar water is coursing down your chest, mingling to purple where they drip into your belly button and soak into the waist of your skirt. Robert takes it out of your mouth and tosses it aside. He replaces the popsicle with his fingers.

“Suck ‘em,” he tells you, watching intently as your mouth works over the sticky digits. He twitches inside of you when your tongue swipes over them, sliding between them, and swirling over the pads of his fingertips. “Yeah, that’s it, kitty. Work those fingers over like you work over my cock. Get ‘em nice and wet for me. Fuck, kitty, why didn’t I get my cock in here first?”

Once he tugs his fingers out of your mouth, he pushes them into your pussy alongside his dick. He curls them up to relentlessly rub over your g-spot, while his thumb circles your clit.

“Freezy!” you choke out before your vision whites out and your climax sends endorphins cascading down your body, and you come in a messy, multicolor gush. Robert’s hand closes around your throat and squeezes. You brace your hands behind you, and adrenaline kicks your climax into overdrive and stars explode across your field of vision. You’re only dimly aware of Robert tucking himself into your cunt nice and deep and coming with a grunt.

When Robert chokes you, you’re never one hundred percent certain he’ll let go. There’s no honor among thieves, and there’s zero trust among hitmen. When he releases your neck, the breath you gulp in is roughly fifteen percent because you needed the oxygen, and eighty five percent relief that today is not the day you have to pull the knife hidden in the waistband of the skirt you never let him take off of you, and gut him like a fucking fish.

You really do have fun with your Freezy baby, and it'd be a shame if you had to bleed him out in his own goddamn ice cream truck.

He’s tucking himself back into his pants, the front now covered with red, blue, and purple stains, when he tosses you a roll of paper towels so you can mop up the worst of the sugar that’s drying sticky and itchy all over you.

“I’m staying at the motel around the corner, under the name Dave Smith. Gimmie a call when you’re done with McCoy and I’ll come pick him up.” Robert’s all business now.

“I’ll have it done in time to have you back at home in New York before the ball drops.”

“Know you will, kitty. See ya later.”

“Not if I see you first, Freezy.”

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@stuckysdumbbitch - Sweet pain

[tehejosietehe]

Right Place, Wrong Time

Summary: You’ve been trailing serial killer Robert Pronge for years. Little do you know, he’s been trailing you too.

Word Count: 2.5K

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x Detective!Reader, Andy Barber x Detective!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, kidnapping/abduction, explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, degradation, detective kink, spanking, adultery, ***for future parts: dub con (boarderline non con), mentions of sexual assault/rape (IF THIS BOTHERS YOU PLEASE DON’T READ)***, mUrDeR, serial killer freezy vibes, dismemberment descriptions

gif creds @rainbowkisses31

Song Inspiration: Right Place Wrong Time - Dr. John

Queens, NY

November 4th, 1973

“Y/L/N!”

You whipped your head up from your desk, making eye contact with your partner, Wilson, who was bounding towards you, slipping his bomber jacket over his shoulders.

“Freezy with another one. Hoboken PD just fished her out from the Hudson this morning.”

You sighed, closing the stuffed case file on none other than the notorious Mr. Freezy, tossing it into the drawer of your desk.

“This one matches the same descriptions as the others?” You cocked an inquisitive brow as you stood up, tugging on your leather jacket. “Redhead, blue eyes—“

“About seventeen, yeah. Fits the pattern perfectly. Get your stuff. Let’s go take a ride to Jersey.”

As you sat in the passenger seat of Wilson’s patrol car, you scanned through the ever growing Case File 19714439. Freezy had been in the public eye for about two years now. Two years, sixteen female victims, and only one survivor.

Janet Edwards had hardly lived to tell the tale of her mousy haired captor. As much as the public painted her as a strong, surviving hero, you knew Freezy wanted her to be found. He wasn’t messy. He left no trails, no leads. His pattern was predictable, but it often switched up when he felt you growing closer to catching him. Janet was found gagged, bloody, and with her right arm grotesquely severed, only to be found about twelve blocks over in the rear of an alleyway by a group of juveniles.

October 23rd, 1971

“Janet,” you exhaled as you sat across from the woman, passing her a steaming mug of hot chocolate. “I know this is difficult but I’m really gonna need you to go over the story once again.”

She relaxed slightly when she noticed your reassuring smile, “Like I told yous guys before—.” Janet was from Pittsburgh. “Freezy had me hanging from the pipes in a basement… maybe an old butcher shop. It smelled like rotting meat. He tied me down to.. to.. he called it.. taking a souvenir. I thought maybe he was going to rape me, but.. when he brought out that knife.. and he—,” she swallowed hard, taking a long sip from the mug. “Well, you found his souvenir last Monday. I think he got distracted, or something, and i was able to kick him, and get away. I woke up in Brooklyn, and.. that’s all I remember.”

“And you just escaped?” You clarified, furrowing your brows together, as you cocked your head to the side.

“It was almost too easy, detective… it was like he let me go.” Janet’s tears began to fall and she wiped them away with her only hand.

Janet looked remarkably like your little sister, Fiona. Same curly red hair, bright, Bambi blue eyes, same freckled complexion.

Fiona had gone missing back in 1970, her body never turned up. You begged your captain to put you on the case, but he declined profusely. So when the affectionately named Mr. Freezy started murdering young girls with red hair and blue eyes, you hopped on the case like the last round of musical chairs.

“Detectives Wilson and Y/L/N, NYPD. Who’s in charge here?” You and Wilson flashed your badges to one of the units on scene with a polite smile.

“That would be—,”

“Detective Barber, Andy Barber.”

Your head whipped around to find the owner of the gravelly voice.

Never in your life had you felt so self conscious in your height.

Andy Barber stood well over six feet tall, and even in your heels, he towered over you like a redwood.

“Detective Y/N Y/L/N. This is my partner, Detective Sam Wilson.” You introduced yourself, extending your hand to meet his outstretched one.

After a firm handshake and a throat clear from Wilson, Andy pulled his hand away to frustratedly run over his overgrown beard.

“This one ‘a yours? I heard talks about Freezy coming over the Hudson, but he usually keeps to New York.” Andy began as he lead you down to the base of the river, where the victim’s body was blocked off by caution tape and evidence collectors. She was covered with a black tarp, only a small part of her hand visible against the sand.

“Were you guys able to ID her yet?” Wilson asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Not yet. We’ve been going through the missing persons files from the last six months, but nothings turned up yet,” Andy declined, shaking his head.

“We’ll have the coroner take the body back to New York. If that’s alright with you guys?” Turning to face Andy, a gust of wind blew your hair out of your face, and you shivered, before turning back to look at the body. The wind had blown the cover off of the top half of the woman’s body and you froze in place.

Your blood ran cold, knees buckling before Andy caught you from falling. “Detective?” Andy searched Sam’s face for some answer.

“Y/N?” Sam placed a hand on the back of your shoulder, before he followed your gaze over to the body. “Oh, god. Andy, get her out of here.” He commanded the obvious alpha male.

“What?” The man questioned him. “The fuck’s going on?”

“It’s her fucking sister.”

Westchester, NY

June 2nd, 1975

“Jim, please don’t forget you’re picking up Conner for soccer practice after school!” You called out to your husband as he loaded your son into the back of his station wagon. “He has to be there at four thirty sharp, I don’t want to hear it from his coach that he was late!”

Jim saluted you with a wide grin, tipping his chin up as he blew you a kiss. You watched the love of your life disappear down the long residential street, with your arms folded across your chest, when a familiar voice called from the opposite end of the house.

“If it isn’t the hottest mother in all of Westchester.” Andy’s hands were tucked into the pockets of his dress pants, and his eyes met yours with a beautiful, enchanting grin.

Without a word, you both disappeared into your home, and you pressed his back to the door the moment it shut. “You…” you trailed off, your lips immediately attaching to the column of his neck. “Know the rules. Wait five minutes after Jim and Conner leave.”

“Couldn’t help it, angel,” Andy’s voice was gruff as he slipped from between you and the door, pressing his back to your front as he pushed your chest against the wooden door. “This little dress of yours.. you wearin’ it because you know I like it?” His mouth covered the shell of your ear as his hands rucked up your small cotton dress.

“A-Andy,” you choked out, slick coating your thighs as you heard the glorious sound of his belt unbuckling.

SMACK!

“Who?” He mocked, ripping your panties from around your waist.

“Detective,” you mewled, breath hitching in the back of your throat as he pushed the swollen tip of his cock past your folds.

Andy let out an grumbled, hoarse groan, his arm shaking around your waist to toy with your clit. “That’s a good fucking girl.. so hot and ready for me, huh? Dirty little housewife, just begging to be fucked by someone other than that husband of yours?”

His hips pounded against your ass, your flesh jiggling with each thrust. Your hands flew to press against the door, and his covered yours immediately. The cold metal of both of your wedding rings reminded you of the sin you were committing.

This wasn’t the first time, it wasn’t even the tenth time. Andy came by about a week after your sister’s body was found, with a bouquet of daisies and a bottle of red wine. Your entire liquor cabinet later, the two of you were fucked out on the shag carpet in front of your fireplace.

And that’s how it started. Every so often, he’d make an excuse to visit you at the precinct, bringing donuts for the squad, or a file that nobody really needed. You met when you could, and where you could. Yesterday, you called him while Jim was sleeping in, as you cut up a sandwich for Conner, and begged for him to come over today when Jim left. He never denied you, and you never denied him. But it would never be more than that. Mindless animal sex.

SMACK!

“I asked you a fucking question, dumb baby, what’s the matter, you didn’t hear me?” Andy cooed condescendingly, before you yelped at another smack.

“Y-yes, yes, I heard you, I—,” you began to answer him, before he covered your mouth and fucked into you, vigorously rubbing your clit with his free hand. “GOD!”

“That’s a good girl, good fucking whore, gonna make me fill this tight little hole in a minute.” His thrusts became sloppy, and you felt his tip hit your cervix, crying out as you quickly met your release. Andy fucked you through your high, his orgasm following soon after with a shout of your first name.

His head fell onto your shoulder, peppering slow, soft kissed along your neck and up to your ear.

A few moments later, he slowly pulled out of you, causing a few droplets of his seed mixed with your slick to deliciously dribble onto your thighs.

You cleared your throat, composing yourself as you ran your hands through your hair, taming the flyaways as best as you could. “Can I.. do you want some coffee?” You asked him, picking up your ripped panties from the floor, holding them in your hand as you folded your arms.

“I want to talk to you about something,” he blurted out nervously, after tucking himself back into his dress pants.

You nodded, leaning up from against the door before walking into the kitchen with Andy hot on your heels. “‘Course, shoot.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

The coffee mug you picked up slipped out of your hand and into the sink, shattering into a million pieces.

The sound felt like an atom bomb went off in your kitchen, and the silence that followed? Deafening.

“Say something,” he begged, no doubt folding his hands on top of the kitchen island.

“Andy..” you trailed off, turning around to face him, the corner of your lips unintentionally quirking up into a smile at your accurate prediction. “What do I say?”

“I’m leaving Laurie. Jacob goes to college in the fall, I have a lawyer drawing up the papers now.” His eyes met yours, desperately seeking an answer. “I think you should leave Jim.”

Could you leave Jim?

Did you love Andy?

What about Conner?

And Laurie?

You knitted her a blanket when her mom died. You sent her cookies during Christmastime. She have you some of Jacob’s old clothes that she’d saved, for Conner.

Did you love Andy?

“Please, say something, Y/N. I’m.. I’m in love with you.”

In the years you’ve known Andy, you’d never seen him look so vulnerable. So desperate. As you paced back and forth across the kitchen, a million and one thoughts ran through your mind.

“Jim gets home at six,” you murmured, “Jim gets home at six.” This time it was louder.

The male’s expression turned into a hopeful smile.

“Six o’clock. I’ll tell him.” You nodded a few times, and Andy met you in the middle of the kitchen, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he placed a hungry kiss to your waiting mouth.

“Say it,” he mumbled out against your lips, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks.

“I love you, Andy.” You responded without hesitation, a small smile forming across your face.

A moment of silence passed, before Andy exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment, before opening them again to look down at you, “I gotta head back to the precinct. Call me later. Please.

You nodded, and he gave you a quick, chaste goodbye kiss, before leaving you in the kitchen alone, and exiting your house.

He was yours. Andy Barber was yours. And you were his.

Happier than a pig in shit, you strutted your way over to the well loved stereo in your living room, flicking on the power.

The outro of ‘Sir Duke’ flowed beautifully into the techno introduction of one of your favorite songs.

You couldn’t help but dance your way back into the kitchen to clean up the mess you’d made in the sing.

I been in the right place,

but it must have been the wrong time

I'd have said the right thing

But must have used the wrong line

I been on the right trip

But I must have used the wrong car

Head is in a bad place and I wonder what it's good for

I been in the right place

But it must have been the wrong time

You sang out loud, swaying your hips back and forth, losing yourself to the beat of the electric bass and bongo drums. It was a feel good song, one you loved to blast in your Impala as you flew across the bridge, down the busy streets of Manhattan.

Had you not been blasting on full volume, you would’ve heard the glass of your back door break.

Had you not been blasting on full volume, you would’ve heard his heavy booted footsteps come up behind you.

Had you not been blasting on full volume, you would have noticed the extra presence in your kitchen, before it was too late.

Drip, drop.

Drip, drop.

Drip, drop.

Ow…

Your head lolled forward, side to side, before your heavy eyelids lifted, surveying your surroundings.

Your arms were sore, stiff, nearly numb as they hung over your head, cuffed to a damn near fully rusted pipe.

What in the ever loving fuck?

You were just about to try and muster up a, ‘help!’ before the familiar chords of your favorite song blasted at full volume throughout the basement(?).

I been in the right place,

but it must have been the wrong time

What the fuck?

I'd have said the right thing

But must have used the wrong line

Where actually am I?

I been on the right trip

But I must have used the wrong car

Another voice joined in the next verse.

Deep, raspy, cigarette tainted.

“Head is in a bad place and I wonder what it's good for

I been in the right place

But it must have been the wrong time,”

Your eyes desperately searched for its owner, head frantically whipping back and forth, before you stopped in defeat.

A set of footsteps approached you, your eyes fixating on the dark brown boots tucked under a pair of dark wash jeans.

A calloused hand tucked itself under your chin, and tilted you up to look your partner dead in the eye.

“So you’re the one who’s been snoopin’ in on me for four years,” the long haired man slurred, a sloppy, devilish grin across his lips. “I didn’t know they’d have such a pretty girl on my case, sugar.”

Your eyes met his baby blues, tired and bleary, bloodshot, like he’d been up for thirty six hours straight.

It took every ounce of energy you had to muster out your whisper.

“You’re..” You began, chest heaving in fear, as you tried your absolute hardest to keep your calm.

“That’s it, doll, use that pretty mouth.”

Bastard.

“Freezy.”

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